PLYMOUTH ROCK MADNESS! Plymouth, MA! 11/19/2019!

HANSON: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! We are LIVE in Plymouth, Massachusetts! Our last super show of the year! This! Is! Plymouth Rock Madness!

AUGUSTINO: WHOOOOOHOOOO!!!! Bienvenidos, bitches!! I’ve been psyched as hell for this one!

HANSON: I think we all have, Miranda! The city of Plymouth is pumped! We’re pumped! This is our last super show of the year. And it’s our last show for two weeks. We’ll be taken a break next week. Holiday season is rolling in. We hope everyone who celebrates has some great family plans. Now? Let’s get ready for some great wrestling, shall we?

AUGUSTINO: Let’s see how everyone’s doing backstage!

The camera jumps backstage, beginning to show viewers on their screens - and the audience via the video wall - shots of tonight’s competitors getting ready for their matches.

In a locker room, we see Lash Donohue throwing some shadow punches at the air as he gets psyched up for his match. The crowd pops upon seeing the young, hungry rookie who eventually stops punching and puts on his entrance coat. He pops his collar and winks at the camera before moving out of the locker room. The camera follows him.

HANSON: And there ya see one of the competitors for our opening contest here in a few moments! Lash Donohue is making his way to the ring!

AUGUSTINO: Dude looks ready to go, Nicky! But we know his opponent ain’t no damn pushover!

As if on cue to Miranda’s statement, the camera cuts away from Lash to another part of the arena. We see the cold, wicked, yet still somehow elegant and lovely Charlie Grace walking down the hall with her hands behind her back. Beside her, staring straight ahead with cold intensity in his eyes is Eric Lee. Under his entrance coat, his bare chest is riddled with thick, ugly scars. A sort of telling as to what we’re about to see. He gets a mixed reaction from the audience in attendance. Boos from the younger crowd but cheers from those older fans who love nothing more than violent wrestling. They know this man is an artist in such.

HANSON: Look at the cold eyes of Eric Lee. Miranda, If you haven’t watched this man in the past, let me tell you this Hardcore Lumberjack Match is going...to be...insane.

AUGUSTINO: That man scares the hell out of me. I’m not gonna lie. They call him the Richard Ramirez of Pro Wrestling. Do you know who Richard Ramirez was?!

HANSON: I most certainly do. Trust me. Aptly named.

The camera jumps elsewhere in the backstage area and we are taken to a locker room where a Vincent Stone and Erin Mercer are seen. Erin Mercer has one leg up with her foot on the table top, stretching her leg out. Vincent Stone is doing his own form of shadow boxing but he’s mixing in some kicks with his motions.

AUGUSTINO: Kicks & Stones baby!!! Ohhhhh yeeeeeaaaaah!

HANSON: Vincent Stone and Erin Mercer! They’ve got a shot at going to WrestleWar in January! But first they have to get through...well...these guys!

The camera cuts to another locker room where we see The Frightners - Splatterday and Nightcrawler - sitting in chairs, in front of a TV on a wheeled cart showing the movie Hellraiser. We can’t hear them but they look to be deeply invested in the movie with a big bowl of popcorn and big gulps. They never actually eat or sip, however. Splatterday looks like he’s talking about the movie while Nightcrawler nods enthusiastically in agreement with his brother.

AUGUSTINO: The boys!!! Yay!!!! Oh I gotta admit, I’d love to see them make it.

HANSON: How proud do you think their Uncle Eddy and Aunt Dona would be if they won tonight? They go to the biggest NFW show to challenge for the Tag Team Championships!

AUGUSTINO: Go boys!!!!

The camera cuts to yet another locker room where the crowd boos as the members of none other than SBS are seen. Kaede Tanabe is on her cell phone, rolling her eyes as she’s obviously in a conversation with someone. Kayako Kazama is seen tapping away on her own smart phone. Yuka Hirata holds a full sized kicking pad which Masami Nishikiyama is kicking stiff kicks to the pad.

HANSON: Here’s SBS, folks! All three will be in action, tonight!

AUGUSTINO: Ohhhhh will they! We got Yuka and Kayako; they’re gonna be taking on the Tag Team Champions! Bloody Fairytale! Then Masami there’s just getting started tonight! She’s got the first of, shit it could wind up being seven matches with Lluvia Cane!

HANSON: She laid down the challenge and The Cherokee Princess picked it up!

AUGUSTINO: Yeah she did! Aaaaand speaking of which, who do we got here!

The camera shifts over to a locker room where we see the members of the Kingdom. Jasmine Matthews sits talking with Timothy Hunt. Lluvia Cane looks to be going over strategy with Bloody Fairytale (collectively made up of Christina Olson and Lilith Meadows). Fans give a mixed reaction of boos and cheers.

HANSON: Here are The Kingdom ladies and gentlemen!

AUGUSTINO: GentleMAN you mean. There’s only one, Nick!

HANSON: I...you know what I mean.

AUGUSTINO: Just about this entire team has work to put in tonight! There’s Bloody Fairytale; the Tag Team Champions! Lluvia Cane; she’s ready for Masami from Super Bitch Squad it looks like! Lookit mama’s face!

HANSON: And then you have Jasmine Matthews. She’ll be facing Bronwyn Good tonight in an Extreme Rules match! Then later after the fact, Sativa Nevaeh - our Women’s Champion - she’ll be putting her title on the line against Adrianna Salvatore. You don’t see her there because well, she’s actually out here at ringside now! She’s gonna be participating as a lumberjack - perhaps lumberjill I should say. But fans have been asking for the match between her and Salvatore for months! They’re finally gonna get it!

AUGUSTINO: Tim Hunt and Morgan Payne aren’t booked but look at ‘em here to support their girls! That’s true love right there!

HANSON: That’s just part of the card here, tonight folks! But let’s take it back to ringside. Plymouth Rock Madness begins...NOW!”

In the center of the ring stands Roger Arden with a microphone, holding his cue cards.

ARDEN: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your opening matchup and is a LUMBERJACK MATCH! In this match there are No Disqualifications. The competitors must stay within the ropes. Should they attempt to exit the ring, it is the responsibility of the individuals surrounding the ring to ensure that the outside competitor returns to the inside. It is also their responsibility to ensure that there is no outside interference. And now...introducing the competitors….

The arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage which moves in tune to the beat of Seventeen girls in a row and the lights come back on as there is a sudden explosion of fiery pyro and Lash gets a warm reaction as he leaps out from the backstage area at the same time..

ARDEN: First...from Calabasa, California...weighing in at two hundred and five pounds...DIAMOND...LASH...DONOHUE!

Lash Donohue, adorned in his usual furry hat and coat, strides down the ramp confidently, his arms stretched out, slapping the hands which reach out. The fans get a lot more enthusiastic as Lash leaps up onto the barricade and shows off his agility by casually making his way down it..

HANSON: Here he is folks. The young rookie from Squires Academy. He likes to fight and oh does he have one on his hands here in a moment….

AUGUSTINO: He does, indeed. On a side note, I’m digging the new music!

HANSON: And there you see Lash greeting his chosen five!

Lash leans down as he walks the barricade, hand slapping his charismatic five Lumberjacks. There’s Keiji Sugiwara, Rick Dickulous, and Arkley Kirk and Super Tiger - collectively known as Kawaii Trash Pandas Go! There’s also a fifth man in a Santa Clause costume with a sack over his shoulder.

AUGUSTINO: Yoooooo!! What’s Santa doing here? What’s in that bag?!

Santa lets out a belting ‘ho-ho-ho-ho-ho’ laugh and waves to the crowd. Rick Dickulous is standing there in his ring gear with his I’m An Eh Hole t-shirt...and yes the giant is wearing an elf hat. So is Keiji Sugiwara. Santa leans into the camera and gives a charismatic and very familiar wink.

AUGUSTINO: Wait a minute….

HANSON: Well it’s almost that time of year!

AUGUSTINO: That’s Griff!!!!!! HAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!!!!

Griffin Hawkins, indeed under the Santa suit, waves to the crowd again. He hands a little boy in the front row a candy cane. The kid, about eleven years old - old enough to know better - takes the candy and throws up the horns. Santa Griff throws them up in his white gloved hand and high fives the boy.

HANSON: Getting into the holiday spirit early, I see!

Lash reaches the end of the barricade wall and looks around, giving a somewhat cocky smirk as several flashbulbs go off while he leaps from the Wall to the ring apron, strikes his trademark pose and 'skins the cat'. Lash Donohue ascends to the top rope and gestures for the crowd to get louder before jumping down and awaiting his opponent.

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: His opponent! From Los Angeles, California...weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds! He is The UltraViolent God! Professional Wrestling’s Richard Ramirez! The Tormented Soul! 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.

AUGUSTINO: Nicky, Eric’s got that look in his eye that I don’t like.

HANSON: Wise decision. One of the most dangerous men in this industry.

AUGUSTINO: The fuck is he looking over here for?!

HANSON: I think he’s looking at the Lumberjacks. Each man was allowed to choose five. Eric Lee, I’m told by Charlie Grace hand selected these five in front of us himself.

A brief glimpse from the camera shows Eric Lee’s chosen five now. Eric’s two brothers, Ashe and Daniel Corvin. Ashe’s ex-wife, Felice. Sativa Nevaeh and Morgan Payne from the Kingdom. Ashe and Daniel watch their brother intently. Ashe gives him a focused look and a nod of approval. Sativa stands between Ashe and Morgan, unable to help but wear a little grin as she’s about to watch one of her career mentors do what he does best. Morgan pops a bubble from her bubble gum, resting ‘Conseula’ over her shoulder.

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.

Before the bell rings, the lumberjacks on both sides took a minute to each hurl an assortment of weapons and household items into the ring while Eric Lee and Lash Donohue stood in opposing corners, both staring a hole through one another. There's a general hubbub in the crowd and around the ring as we see the lumberjacks on both sides toss items such as a baseball bat, a toaster oven, an old fashioned cord phone, trash cans, a mop and rat traps among other various bags and mystery items into the ring.

HANSON: Well! Here come the holiday gifts, Miranda!

AUGUSTINO: I swear to Christ if something hits me… They gonna start this match or what?

Griffin Hawkins, who seems to be dressed as Santa Clause for this occasion, called Lash over hurriedly. The fans cheered as Lash shook his head and casually went over to see what he wanted. 'Santa' reached into his bag of 'gifts'..and there is a huge laugh from the fans as it turns out, Lash is getting coal!


Lash didn't even balk, he simply accepted his 'present' and turned back to face Eric, who had picked up a baseball bat of all things. The bell finally rang and the crowd started thumping the barricades and stomping on the floor, urging Eric and Lash to fight! Eric stepped forward menacingly, bat slung over his shoulder. Several moments of absolute pandemonium followed. Everyone seemed to duck for cover and also laugh their ass off as Lash began hurling the hunks of coal at Eric who did his best to belt them out of harm's way, sending several 'foul balls' flying into the crowd in the process..

HANSON: Miranda! We might wanna duck!

AUGUSTINO: I swear to GOD!!!

The onslaught of coal continued, Lash hurling the coal as hard as he could and Eric getting pissed off as he had no choice but to just keep hitting the hunks away. There was a loud groan from the crowd as Eric missed a coal hunk and staggered back as it hit him right between the eyes, causing him to drop his bat.

HANSON: OHHHH MAN!!!!

AUGUSTINO: I BET HE FELT THAT ONE!!!

No sooner had Eric regained his composure and opened his eyes, Lash hurled the toaster oven at his face full force! The crowd POP as Eric instinctively caught it but had the toaster oven front dropkicked into his face for his trouble, the force sending him falling back down to the mat, the crowd issuing another roar of approval as the gritty Lash Donohue mounted Eric immediately, his right arm a windmill blur as he reigned down punch after punch after punch. Eric managed to grab Lash's arm, stopping the onslaught and also using the momentum to roll on top. There were looks of panic from Lash's lumberjacks as Eric held Lash down while he reached for an industrial staple gun..

AUGUSTINO: Nicky, you used to watch this guy?

HANSON: Sure did!

AUGUSTINO: What’s he doing with that staple gun?

HANSON: Oh we’re gonna find out, I think!

Eric smiles as he prepared to take the stapler to Lash's face, and the fans POP as Lash is able to kick Eric and the stapler away with a modified monkey flip, the staple gun falling from Eric's hand. Lash quickly lunged at it and there was another murmur of "Oh shit.." from the fans.

HANSON: Now the question is what’s Lash gonna do with it?

AUGUSTINO: I dunno but I bet Eric ain’t gonna like it!

Pretty much every lumberjack looked somewhat sickened and the fans issued a loud mixed reaction of "WHAT?!" as well as laughter, the staple gun ringing out twice as Lash Donohue stapled himself in each nipple before letting out a war cry, raising the stapler above his head.

AUGUSTINO: HOLY MOTHER OF F--- WHAT?!?!?

HANSON: DID HE JUST?!

AUGUSTINO: YOU SICK LITTLE BOY!!!

Lash made a beeline for Eric who was on all fours. The staple gun once more rang out as Lash yanked Eric's head back and Eric howled with anger as Lash stapled him right in the cheek, quickly crawling away into a corner while he took a second to dig the staple out. By this time, Lash had thankfully dropped the stapler and the crowd was once more stomping on the floor as Lash gave the signal for his corner cannonball senton, running in..

AUGUSTINO: Nicky, who was the first wrestler to use a damn staple gun in a match?

HANSON: No clue. Maybe Eric might know.

AUGUSTINO: I ain’t going anywhere close enough to ask him! ¿Qué demonios está haciendo Lash ahora?

HANSON: What?

AUGUSTINO: Lash, Nicky!!! What the f---

Eric sensed it and as well as managing to get out of the way, there was a loud *SMASH* of glass and a WOAH from the fans as Eric Lee smashed a glass bong over Lash's head on the way through. Lash was left hanging upside down in the corner, already steadily bleeding from a brand new deep gash on the side of his head..

HANSON: Well now Lash is really busted open!

AUGUSTINO: Like we didn’t expect this?

Eric Lee grabbed a steel chair and there was an OHHHH from the fans and a boo as he stormed in and dropkicked the chair into Lash's face, causing him to slump to the mat awkwardly. Eric rolled him over and wrapped his hands around Lash's throat, squeezing tightly and also slamming the back of his head into the mat. The referee started his count as Lash's shoulders were down, but pinning wasn't Eric's objective. Lash's legs flailed as he fought for air and tried to get space. Eric used his advantage to hoist Lash up into a standing position, taking his hands off his throat and trying to set up for his Visions of insanity, but Lash managed to kick his way free, immediately grabbing a steel chair and Eric growling as he did the same. The fans are on their feet and the lumberjacks on both sides watch intensely as Eric and Lash engage in a bout of chair 'fencing'.

AUGUSTINO: Is this considered a concerto, Nicky?

HANSON: Yeah, it’s called the Steel Chair Symphony.

AUGUSTINO: Gimme some.

A brief cut to the announce table shows Nick and Miranda fist bump.

Eric swung for Lash's head, Lash used his chair to parry and push back before taking a huge swing of his own, Eric also managing to parry. The chairs clang over and over again as both men swing like crazy, the crowd enthralled and making it known. Eric found an opening and managed to poke Lash in the stomach with his chair, forcing him to stumble and drop his chair. The crowd were really hot as Eric threw his chair to Lash who caught it and Eric spun and launched into an outside crescent kick, but Lash jumped back and he missed. Lash throwing the chair to Eric now, Eric catches it. There's another big POP as Lash leapt up for a jumping 540 spin kick into the chair, but Eric weaved out of the way and the sequence came to a brutal conclusion as Eric nailed Lash HARD with a chair-assisted Shock therapy! Lash hit the deck hard, Lee with the cover!


The fans and Lash's lumberjacks are relieved as he got a shoulder up, but not a second too soon. Eric is livid and confused and so are his lumberjacks..

HANSON: Eric Lee’s crew doesn’t look too happy!

AUGUSTINO: Neither does he, Nick!

Eric growled with anger as he attempted to drag Lash to his feet, and the fans suddenly Pop as Lash drops him on his backside and immediately turned him over for his DONOHUE DEATH LOCK and he had it sinched in deep!

HANSON: DONOHUE DEATHLOCK!! DONOHUE DEATHLOCK!!!

AUGUSTINO: He’s got it in tight, Nicky!

Eric dug deep, finding the leg strength to kick his way free. Lash found himself flying through the top and second rope however, spilling to the outside where Eric's lumberjacks took the opportunity to put the boots to him before they hurled Lash back in where Eric broke the mop stick over his back. Lash's eyes bulged as he immediately got up on his knees arching as blood flowed freely from the bong shot earlier, the fans POP as he beckons for more!

HANSON: The diamond in the rough, folks! He wants more of it!

AUGUSTINO: I can’t believe I’m saying this but...well, give him some!

Eric obliged, using what's left of the broom stick to issue a devastating blow to the top of Lash's head, causing him to drop onto all fours..

HANSON: OH MAN!!!! DID YOU HEAR THAT?!

AUGUSTINO: Sounded like mi abuella swinging her chancla!

Griffin nodded and reached into his bag one last time, earning a WOW pop as he produced a barbed wire wrapped guitar. Eric Lee sneered and lunged for it, liking what he was seeing. Griffin faked giving it to him, getting a laugh and pissing Eric off a bit. In the background, Lash was opening one of the black bags which the Trash Pandas had hurled into the ring. The camera panned back to Griffin messing with Eric, but Eric finally managed to get his hands on that guitar, not giving a damn that he cut himself in the process. There was a loud POP as the sound of little plastic Lego pieces spilled all over the ring and it was met with the sound of Lash laughing in a way that might make the fans think he is just as kooky as his opponent. Eric spun around, guitar held over his head as Lash got to his feet. The fans were on their feet as Eric lunged for Lash but managed to stumble on some Lego and trip up, dropping the guitar. Lash capitalised and getting some HUGE air time, nailed Eric with a curb stomp into the Lego. Lash covered!


Eric kicked out! Lash scowled and he didn't waste any time. With both men now groggy and bloody, Lash dragged Eric up to his feet and delivered a flurry of fast forearm shots before doubling him over with a kick, but Eric responded by doubling Lash over with a hard knee! Eric hooked Lash up..Visions of Insanity.. NO..Lash broke free, double underhook, Bury-Go-Round incoming on the guitar!!! Fans on their feet!

HANSON: AND HERE IT IS!!! BURY GO ROU---WAIT!!

NO! Eric managed to break free also, keeping the arm hooked, knee to the sternum, Eric hooked Lash up and ran forward! *Crash!* Running Whispers in the dark on the barbed wire guitar! Oh my gawd. Sloppy, exhausted cover by Eric Lee..

AUGUSTINO: DIOS MIO!!!!

HANSON: WHISPERS IN THE DARK BY ERIC LEE!! COVER!!!


ARDEN: Here is your winner...ERIC...LEE!!!!

“Richard Ramirez” plays again as Eric rolls off of Lash, both men a bloody mess. Lash’s lumberjacks look dejected and concerned while Eric’s lumberjacks are estatic. Ashe Corvin slaps the apron with both hands, audibly yelling “HELL YEAH!!” Sativa Nevaeh throws up her fists and does a sultry little shimmy dance of excitement before hugging Morgan Payne. Eric Lee’s brothers and ex-sister-in-law all move over to where Eric lays by the ropes to give props to their guy. Sativa starts heading over excitedly, pulling a nervous Morgan along with her. She looks to be telling her everything’s fine. It’s safe. Morgan tentatively goes along with her and watches as Sativa and her deathmatch mentor exchange wicked grins. Sativa sticks a fist through the ropes and Eric bumps it, leaving blood on her knuckles.

HANSON: Well, I think both these guys need help but at least Eric Lee - the UltraViolent God - gets to walk out with his head held high!

AUGUSTINO: That was insane, Nicky….

Lash, meanwhile, rolls out of the ring, being helped up the ramp by his lumberjacks as Charlie Grace elegantly strolls passed them, returning to ringside to congratulate her client. She slips Lash a smug little smile ‘I told you so’ on her way by.

As a power bass line cuts through the arena, the crowd get to their feet as three men appear on the entrance way in the forms of NFW’s newest tag team in the form the Dark Circle step out with the “Blackheart” Wil Pierce going left and scanning the crowds, while the “Natural” Jacob Striker goes right and works to hype up the crowds while their “advisor”, Ben Stone, simply walks out in the middle and sips on his ever present cup of Starbucks as he looks around and nods with approval.

Hanson: It looks like the newest team to sign with NFW has come to make their presence known here tonight, huh Miranda?

Augustino: I agree with you on that, Nicky! But it seems that they have quite the fan base for such a new team.

All three members of the group head for the ring and while Ben and Jacob enter it normally, Wil slides under the bottom ropes and kind of… rolls himself into the ring before rather nonchalantly coming to a stop in the middle of the ring while his tag team partner notices this as he gets ready to climb one of the turnbuckles and then shake his head before he mounts the turnbuckle corner in question and hypes the crowd some more before hopping down as Wil gets tossed a mic by one of the ring hands as their music fades out.

Augustino: Is...is he actually going to cut a promo laying down in the middle of the ring?

Hanson: Why yes...yes I think he is.

Wil: HELLO PLYMOUTH ROCK!!! You’ll forgive me if I relax right now but I’m finding this promotion to be very chill and excellent! I mean NFW has one of the greatest fans in the form of Maxine Foster after all and the Dark Circle thinks that she’s cool, so henceforth and so on… she’s one of the coolest cats of all here in NFW.

The fans give a pop for Maxine as Wil gets to his feet to stand next to his tag team partner.

Wil: Now, we could do that tired old troupe where the newest tag team to a promotion comes out, throws a bunch of catch phrases around, says that they are going to dominate the tag team division and yada...yada...yada...but not the Dark Circle, no sir!

Nope, that time would be better spent watching Sammi Belmont’s Twitch channel!

No, what I am going to do is introduce you to three of the most skilled ungovernables in professional wrestling today! First off, to my right… this rugged example of manhood right here is my friend and tag team partner, an extremely proud graduate of the “War Queen” Stephanie Matsuda’s War Room Dojo..., this is the “Natural” Jacob Striker!!

The fans give up a respectable pop to Jacob as Wil walks over to where the team’s “advisor” is leaning on against the ropes and enjoying his coffee.

Wil: And this man right here,

Fans: WHO?

Wil: This man standing right here, this is the personal advisor...the jack of all trades!

Fans: THE WHAT?

Wil: He is the Dark Circle’s own Consigliere!!

Fans: AHH!!!

Wil: Allow me to present you to, Ben Stone!!

The fans gives a...rather polite pop for Ben who simply rolls his eyes and goes back to his coffee as the camera then tracks Wil as he moves back to the center of the ring.

Hanson: What tag team calls their manager something related to the mob??

Augustino: Apparently they do, but you have to admit that Ben Stone does look the part of a modern day, yuppie Consigliere though.

Wil: I mean it’s not like we don’t have the biggest deck stacked against us from the current champs in the Bloody Fairytale to the Gamer Goddesses that are the Skills Vendors to a couple of real duds in the House of Payne to even the infamous band known as the Kingdom… we have quite the uphill war ahead of us.

Wil tosses Jacob a look that says “are you ready” to which Jacob simply smile and nods.

Wil: But we got this shit locked down, because we might be the youngest team on the block… we are by far not the youngest in terms of pure, raw talent and we are ready to prove that whenever, however!!

So get ready to expect the unexpected because with the Dark Circle in the house, you can always expect to dread those four little words…

CARD SUBJECT TO CHANGE!!!
AIDOS!!!

“Shellshock” starts up again as Wil tosses the mic away before he drops down to the ring and rolls out while Jacob and Ben leave the normal way to which Jacob shakes his head at his partner as the trio heads back to the back.
As the Dark Circle leaves ringside, Roger Arden gets back into the ring and takes up position in the center of the mat with his microphone.

ARDEN: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is the Tag Team Wars Tournament Finals!!!!

"Spooky Scary Skeletons" comes on over the speakers, as the lights dim down again and flickering images of ghosts and skulls - more cartoonish than scary - sweep over the ring and arena floor. The crowd actually gets more into it as The Frighteners come running out onto the stage. They bob and sway to the music, throwing up their hands to 'BOO' at the crowd before beginning their approach to the ring.

AUGUSTINO: THE BOYS!!!

HANSON: You get a kick out of these two, don’t you?

AUGUSTINO: Yup!

ARDEN: Introducing first!! At a combined weight of four hundred and two pounds!! They're Young! They're Spooky!! They - Are - Splatterday and Nightcrawler!! THE FRIGHTNEEEEEEEERS!!!!!

The Frighteners each take one side of the walkway as they approach the ring, moving along the crowd in a creeping, sneaky manner. At random points, one of them throws up their hands and lunges at a fan, yelling 'BOO! HA HA!!' The reaction is mixed as some fans jerk back, more so laughing out of enjoyment over it. Others just stare back at them, unphased at all. Reaching the ring, Splatterday hops over the top rope, athletically. Nightcrawler launches himself in a slingshot, flipping and landing on one knee and foot, throwing his hands up in the 'Boo' pose again. Splatterday poses behind him with his hands in the same motion. They hold the pose for a moment before moving to their corner as their music fades.

P.O.D’s “Southtown” begins to play as the steel cage structure lowers down around the ring. As the guitar part kicks in, the phrase “KICKS & STONES! BREAK SOME BONES!” appears on the video wall and Vincent Stone and Erin Mercer come out from behind the curtain in their matching Kicks & Stones, black w/white colored gear. The Mixed Tag Team Titles around their waists. They run out onto the stage, amped up and get the crowd going before they meet in the center of the stage. They hit their handshake before both coming down the ramp, each taking a side to high five the fans.

ARDEN: “Their opponents! The team of...Vincent Stone...and Erin Mercer! KICKS...AND...STONES!!!”

HANSON: We haven’t seen a lot of these two lately and it’s a real shame. Such great competitors!

AUGUSTINO: Very true but if they win tonight, we’ll be seeing a lot more of them!

On their way around the ring, Stone stops by where NFW VIP pass holder, Maxine Foster sits. She smiles sweetly at the man before he steps in for a hug and places a big kiss on her cheek. Maxine blushes as he goes back to high fiving fans.

AUGUSTINO: Awwwwwwwww!!!!! That’s so sweet!!!

HANSON: Wait, are they…?

AUGUSTINO: They are! They’re so cute together!

A moment later, Stone and Mercer remove their entrance gear. Once that’s done, they’re in the ring, playing to the crowd and continuing to amp everybody up for as long as their song plays and they take their corner.


Vincent and Splatterday are in the ring as the bell sounds to start the match for their respective teams. The two men circle the ring, looking each other down a little bit before they lock up in the center. Vincent goes behind puts Splatterday in a waistlock. Splatterday is able to reverse it though, picking Vincent up and slamming him face first into the mat. Splatterday picks Vincent up, sending him into the ropes. Vincent comes off the ropes and Splatterday just knocks him down with a shoulder tackle before hitting the ropes and trying to deliver a running senton, but Vincent is able to roll out of the way. Vincent gets up, and delivers a penalty kick to the midsection of Splatterday as he’s trying to get up to his feet. Vincent then follows it up with a running moonsault and tries for a cover, but Splatterday gets out before there could even be a one count by the referee.

Vincent grabs Splatterday by the wrist and pulls him towards his corner where he tags Erin into the match. Erin comes in by climbing to the top rope and delivering a missile dropkick. Erin and Vincent pick Splatterday up, sending him into the ropes. Splatterday comes off the ropes and the two deliver stereo dropkicks to him. Erin then follows it up by grabbing Splatterday by the leg and delivering a DDT like maneuver to it. She then grabs Splatterday by the leg and goes to lock in a figure four, but Splatterday is able to kick her off, sending her into the ropes. Erin comes off the ropes and goes for a kick, but Splatterday ducks under the kick and trips Erin up, sending her face first into the mat.

Nick: After a quick start, it looks like Splatterday might be turning things around.

Miranda: These two teams both want the same thing, and I doubt either are going to go down without leaving it all on the line in the ring!

Splatterday gets back up to his feet and grabs Erin. He grabs her, delivering a German suplex. Splatterday then picks Erin up and sends him into his corner and charges in, delivering a corner splash and Nightcrawler tags himself into the match. Splatterday grabs Erin and delivers a snap suplex and Nightcrawler follows it up with a diving headbutt to the chest of Erin and goes for a cover.


Nightcrawler picks Erin up and sends her into the ropes. Erin comes off the ropes and Nightcrawler delivers a standing dropkick before following it up with a standing moonsault. Nightcrawler then climbs to the top rope. As he steadies himself, Erin gets up to her feet and climbs up to the top rope. She delivers a few forearms to the side of Nightcrawler’s head before Erin steadies herself and grabs him, delivering a Spanish Fly from the top rope!

Nick: Spanish Fly by Erin!

Miranda: Holy shit! What a big move by The Red Queen!

Erin goes for a cover.


Erin gets up, picking Nightcrawler up to his feet as well. She sends him into the ropes and when he comes off, Erin delivers a spinning back elbow right to the jaw of Nightcrawler who drops to the mat. Erin walks over and tags Vincent back into the match. Vince climbs up to the top rope as Erin holds Nightcrawler in place. Vincent launches himself crashing down onto Nightcrawler with a moonsault and going for a cover.


Erin comes in and delivers a forearm to the side of Splatterday’s head before she backs him up and then charges in and delivers a clothesline that sends both of them out of the ring. Vincent gets up to his feet, seeing this and hitting the ropes. He flies over the top rope, hitting a Fosbury Flop right onto Splatterday as the crowd goes wild! As Vincent helps Erin up to her feet, the two turn around and Nightcrawler comes flying over the top rope with a tope con hilo that takes both Erin and Vincent down. Nightcrawler grabs Vincent and rolls him into the ring. Nightcrawler climbs up to the top rope once again and this time launches himself and delivers a frog splash to Vincent.

Nick: Frog splash by Nightcrawler!

Miranda: And a beautiful one at that!

Nightcrawler goes for the cover.


Nightcrawler walks over and Splatterday gets up to his corner and makes the tag. Splatterday comes into the ring, picking Vincent up and sending him into the ropes. Vincent comes off the ropes and the two men go for a double back drop, but Vincent is able to land on his feet. Erin gets up at this point and gets into her corner, urging Vincent over to make a tag. He ducks under a clothesline by Splatterday and another by Nightcrawler before rolling through and diving, making the tag!

The crowd perks up as Erin makes the tag and comes into the match. She comes in, delivering a step up enziguiri to Nightcrawler, following it up with a tornado DDT to Splatterday. Erin gets up to her feet, fired up as the crowd really starts to get behind her now. Nightcrawler comes up from behind and delivers a chop block and the crowd starts to boo this action. Splatterday gets up, grabbing Erin and delivering a powerslam. Splatterday goes for a cover.


Vincent grabs Erin and pulls her over to their corner and tags himself into the match. Vincent comes into the match, delivering a shining wizard right to the jaw of Splatterday. Vincent then gets up, picking Splatterday up to his feet. He goes to set him up for FATALITY, but Splatterday is able to get out of the move and stumble into his corner where Nightcrawler makes the tag. Vincent charges in, looking for a corner forearm to Splatterday, but he’s able to catch Vincent and deliver a slam. Nightcrawler climbs up to the top rope and delivers a double foot stomp. Nightcrawler then again tags Splatterday into the match before immediately tagging himself back into the match. Splatterday grabs Vincent, picking him and delivering a powerbomb as Nightcrawler once again launches himself from the top rope and delivering a shooting star press. As he goes for a cover, Splatterday charges over and knocks Erin down to the floor.


Arden: Your winner of Tag Team Wars and going to WrestleWar to face the NFW World Tag Team Champions, Splatterday and Nightcrawler, The Frighteners!

The two brothers celebrate as they roll out of the ring. Erin slides in and helps Vincent up to his feet. She stares at him, her expression going from that of concern to that of disappointment. She shakes her head and just looks at Vincent before bumping shoulders with him and just rolling out of the ring, leaving Vincent in the ring by himself as she waves her hands like she’s done as she walks up the ramp.

Nick: It looks like there’s trouble in the Kicks and Stones camp.

Miranda: It looks like Erin was telling Vincent she was done with him and the team with that display.

Vincent watches Erin go with confusion on his face as he opens his hands out as if to say ‘what’s wrong?’ He shoots a glance over to Maxine Foster in the crowd. His girlfriend looks as confused and concerned as he does before nodding at him to go after his tag team partner. Vincent slides out of the ring and goes after Erin as she throws the curtain aside and heads to the back.

The cameras cut backstage to the Men’s locker room where a bloody Lash Donohue is stumbling to the bench. After a hard fought match, he still has a smile on his face because of all the abuse he just took in the lumberjack. Suddenly, a female figure appears in the doorway. She comments on his state with a wide smile on his face.

Woman: That was a delight to watch. Would’ve been even more delightful if I knew you didn’t get off on it, you chauvenist jackass.

He looked up to notice the One Woke Warrior, Dana Ellis with sheer annoyance. She continued to smile down at him.

Lash Donohue: Glad you were impressed. I take it you’re here to do what your kind does best: get triggered and do nothing.

Dana Ellis: I wouldn’t call getting management to actually make a Woman’s World title match because of my protests…

Lash Donohue: You mean constant bitching…

She ignores his smart ass comments and continues her diatribe.

Dana Ellis: I wouldn’t call that nothing. I haven’t even been here long enough to have a match and I’ve already helped progress this company more than your antiquated, hate speech ever has.

Lash Donohue: They told you that shut you up. Little did they know that is impossible.

She considered that and gave him that point. He wasn’t wrong.

Dana Ellis: The fact is that I am finally forcing change onto this company whether people like you are willing to accept it or not.

Lash Donohue: By change you are talking about all of the people who literally want to punt you in the cunt. I’m going to enjoy watching that.

Dana Ellis: That isn’t going to happen. No matter how much you want it to. Those women are just mad that they weren’t the ones to be the difference maker in this company. They are all going to find that I practice what I preach and I am not here to lose to a few traitorous women who sold out their gender a long time ago. These women who want to kill me, will be thanking me once I purge the sexism and filth from this company.

Still in pain, he cocks his head back and laughs at her even considering this.

Lash Donohue: Lady, if you are going to insist to be on my nuts 24/7, you better fuck me for good measure …or else get me the hell out of here.

She holds out her cell phone to reveal what looks like an online petition for the company to terminate the contract of Lash Donohue.

Dana Ellis: This was signed by one million moms who find your abusive language toward women offensive. They will not tolerate their children being exposed to you.

Lash Donohue: The only people I expose myself to are over the age of eighteen. I thank you very much. Besides, how are a bunch of feminazis going to stop me from being me.

Dana Ellis: Oh, you don’t think they are not vocal enough. Sure, your management is going to refuse to cancel you, but their tune is going to change once they start letter writing to NFW’s sponsors. You see, I am not going to be able to cancel you by wrestling you. You’d enjoy being dominated by a woman too much. Besides, this is the twenty first century. The best way to cancel a man is to threaten those that pay him and there is nothing more threatening to the people in charge than having no sponsors.

He looked at the cell phone and all the signatures, then back at Dana.

Lash Donohue: You know what I think about all of that?

Dana Ellis: What?

He responds by directly spitting into the face of Dana Ellis. She is furious as she wipes away his slobber.

Dana Ellis: I NEVER!

Lash Donohue: Well, you fucking should. Maybe you’d enjoy and maybe you’d have to take out the stick lodged up your vag to do it.

An angry Dana Ellis launches herself at Lash Donohue. She hits him with lefts and rights, that he blocks. Instead he heabutts her, picks her up and tosses her directly into the lockers. She is laid out for the time being. He looks down at her.

Lash Donohue: That, Miss Ellis, is called giving the people what they want.

We zoom in on the downed body of Dana Ellis.

HANSON: Oh my god! I..Miranda, I think Dana Ellis is gonna need help!

AUGUSTINO: Meh. I’d like to use an age old moniker here, Nicky: Las perras reciben puntadas.”

HANSON: I don’t know what that….

AUGUSTINO: Bitches get stitches, carnal!

HANSON: Oh my g--...back to ringside folks….
ARDEN: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is the first round of a Best of 7 series!!

With a single piano note, a woman’s voice echoes throughout the arena, speaking softly in Japanese….

“Sekki ni...yoru keno….”

The silence is then suddenly shattered by the opening scream of Jesse Leach from Killswitch Engage’s “Hate By Design.” With it, the heavy metal riff kicks in and the lights start to flash a multitude of colors around the stage, ramp and ring area. The SBS logo appears on the video wall as the curtain parts. Kaede Tanabe leads the way out with Yuka Hirata and Kayako Kazama.

Yeah!
Born into this world of hatred!
We are born free
From the restraints of this society,
Helpless to what is instilled
(Yeah)
To all those who raise us, mold us, and shape us
There is a time to separate,
From this

AUGUSTINO: Whoa! More new music! I’m liking the switch ups here! Some evolution going on!

HANSON: I’ll admit, I actually dig this band….

AUGUSTINO: Nicholas Hanson. Ist thou a metal fan?!

HANSON: Somewhat. I like softer stuff mostly but something about these guys gets my blood pumping!

AUGUSTINO: You’re probably not the only one, Nicky! Here comes another self proclaimed Queen in the business!

Through a cloud of smoke where the light barely breaks through walks a fourth feminine figure. A black SBS towel shrouds her head as she steps into full view. Fists clenched at her sides, head down. Masami Nishikiyama pauses on the stage to lightly bounce on the balls of her feet inside her boots. Her head bobbing in time to the rhythm of the music. Yuka Hirata steps up beside her and rubs her shoulders, slapping her on the back and amping her up in Japanese under the booming music. On the other side, Kaede Tanabe is giving her own words of encouragement. Meanwhile, Kayako Kazama is bouncing excitedly, pointing and urging the audience to look upon the woman about to go into battle. The proud, bubbly little friend. Masami steps forward and takes a knee, bringing her hand up in a Shinto Prayer.

ARDEN: Introducing first! From Hiroshima, Japan! Representing S-B-S, the Super Bitch Squad! She! Is! The Queen of Brawn Style! MASAMIIIIIII….NISHIKIIIIIYAMAAAAAA!!!!

A reason why, a state of mind,
There's a disconnection
A judgement made
Fueled by hate, it's your mistake,
It's a choice you made
It's tearing us apart

When she comes up, she yanks the towel off of her head and yells at the crowd before resuming her calm and casting a cold glare their way. She turns back to her three friends and the four put their hands into a circle. The camera gets close enough to hear them do their chant.

“Ichi! Ni! San! ESS! BEE! ESS! YOSH!!”

Hate,
Hate by design,
Is destroying our lives
Seek to find,
Some understanding
Redefine your life

Their hands shoot up in different forms. Kaede gives a sassy snap of her fingers. Yuka throws the horns. Kayako gives a sort of “jazz hand” motion. Masami simply raises a warrior’s fist and turns towards the ring. She starts down the ramp and, surprisingly to the crowd, the rest of SBS hangs back as if the four made a predetermined agreement. Masami marches towards the ring, clutching her towel as she stares daggers down at the ring. Upon reaching the ring, Masami explodes up the steps before slowing on the apron. She wipes her feet off before stepping inside the ring and gives a full turn with her fists extended to the sides and another battle cry. She stops then, tossing her towel over the ropes to the ringside attendant and backs into her corner.

"Lucifer's Angel" hits and Lluvia comes out to the stage in her gear. She does a little shimmy then seductively sways her hips as she does a slow 360, showing off her body as she does so. Lluvia then heads down to the ring and slides in under the 3rd rope, doing another little sashay once she stands up. She holds a smirk on her face as she waits for things to get going.

ARDEN: Her opponent! From Laredo, Texas! Representing The Kingdom! She is The Cherokee Princess! LLUVIA...CANE!!!

AUGUSTINO: Whooooooo!!!! Check out Mama’s eyes, Nicky! She’s ready to get her a little piece of Masami and not in the way one might expect! Definitely not the way I’d wanna…”

HANSON: Wait, what?!

AUGUSTINO: Nothin’! On with the match!

HANSON: Tact, Miranda. Tact.


The bell sounded while Lluvia Cane and Masami Nishiki shaped up and circled in on one another, Cane hyping the crowd up with rhythmic clapping as they go in for the tie up, but the fans BOOed Nishiki as she uses the guise of the lockup to give a stiff palm strike to the face. Cane stumbled backward, giving enough room for Nishiki to run in and nail her with a hard running forearm..

HANSON: OH! That was a little...unorthodox!

AUGUSTINO: Effective, though!

Lluvia stumbled for a second before she responded with a back elbow which echoed through the arena and sent Masami sprawling, rolling backward. With Nishiki on all fours, Lluvia ran in for a punt, however Nishiki surprised her and intercepted with a float over kneeling Japanese arm drag. Both women immediately stood, Lluvia looking to lock up again and once again being foiled by Masami immediately taking the left arm and getting in a hammerlock. Nishiki didn't quite get all of it and Cane was able to take her to the mat with a snapmare and delivering a basement dropkick for a fast cover..


Nishiki powered out easily, Cane staying on her and trying to drag her to her feet. Masami broke free and staggered Cane with a fast flurry of elbows to the midsection and then let out a roar as she came steaming in for a lariat!

AUGUSTINO: Queen of Brawn Style coming through!

HANSON: She might be able t--oh whoa!! Lluvia with the reversal!

Lluvia was able to somehow trap the arm as it came at her and take control, wringing it hard. Nishiki let out another roar and tried to break free with an army roll, but Cane clung desperately to that arm and Nishiki was back at square one. With Cane in control once more, still holding the arm, Lluvia engaged a headlock and spun around and popped the crowd with her patented snapmare neckbreaker! Cane covered and hooked the leg..


Nishiki got a shoulder up, Cane losing patience with this exchange. Nishiki was groggy, Lluvia easily dragging her to her feet..

HANSON: The Cherokee Princess has The Queen of Brawn Style looking out of it! She wasn’t joking about bringing the fight!

AUGUSTINO: Neither of them are! They’re going at each other!

Cane sent Nishiki into the corner with an Irish whip, and she immediately ran in with a clothesline, but Nishiki sidestepped and surprised her once more by managing to drop toe hold her onto the top turnbuckle. Nishiki showed a bit of athleticism by dropkicking Lluvia in the back and the fans BoO once again as Nishiki drew Lluvia into a pin with a handful of tights!

HANSON: Oh hey c’mon now! Tights ref!


Lluvia managed to roll free in the Nick of time and surprised both Nishiki and the fans by flipping over and bridging into a pin!


Nishiki powered out! Lluvia rolled off and smacked the mat several times in frustration. She really thought she had this! The fans were hyped, regardless. Lluvia seemed to develop a degree of tunnel vision, taking Masami's arm once again and attempting to drag her to her feet but she was once again foiled by a barrage of vicious Nishiki elbow shots to the stomach and Nishiki capped it off with a European Uppercut which absolutely *rocked* Cane. Nishiki kicked Cane in the gut, doubling her over and getting her in an abdominal stretch..

AUGUSTINO: Oh there’s that power, Nick! Masami’ll stretch a full grown man in two!

HANSON: Deceptively strong. You look at a woman as lean as Masami Nishikiyama and you don’t stop to consider the absolute power this young woman has! Champion weightlifter in her high school years! Top of the wrestling team!

AUGUSTINO: This woman is BAD, Nicky!

The fans BOO as Nishiki elbow shots Lluvia in the ribcage and lifted her up for what could be a pumphandle slam..

HANSON: Hey, watch out! Here’s more of that power!

AUGUSTINO: Not so fast, Nicky! Mama’s got some tricks!

The crowd Popped for Cane as she managed to twist free, grab hold of Nishiki's head and drill her with a hard DDT! Cover!


Nishiki got the shoulder up! Cane sat up in disbelief, checking if the referee was absolutely sure it was a two? He held up two fingers and nodded and Lluvia ran her hand's through her hair in frustration. She nodded and the crowd once again popped for Lluvia as she ran at the prone Nishiki and launched into a moonsault, twisting into a legdrop but only finding canvas as Masami moved out of the way!

HANSON: OH AND CANE COMES DOWN HARD!!!

AUGUSTINO: OUCH!!

Nishiki quickly got to her feet, dragging a seriously hurting Lluvia Cane along with her. The crowd were starting to roar with disapproval as Nishiki kept the facelock happening, attempting to transition into the Full Nelson..

HANSON: Watch out, Masami’s gonna go for that Full Nelson! That’s her setup!

Lluvia Cane roared and pushed Nishiki back, the crowd going bananas as she launched and delivered her deadly ANGELIC REBELLION..NO!

AUGUSTINO: Mama’s got something to say about th--NO! WHAT?! SHE CAUGHT IT!

NISHIKI with the full Nelson locked in after catching the fast foot off Cane and using her momentum to swing her around!

HANSON: That’s it! It’s in! She’s got it locked in! She’s got her hands clasped together! Full torque!

Cane desperately tries to fight her way out but with Nishiki using her extraordinary Power to full effect it is no use, and the fans BoO Nishiki as Cane is spun around and lifted across Masami’s shoulders where she delivers the NISHIKI DRIVER!!!!


ARDEN: Here is your winner!!!! MASAMI...NISHIKIYAMA!!!!

Nishiki's music plays and she gets to her knees, a somewhat sinister grin crossing her face as she absorbs the hatred from the fans before standing and taking to the turnbuckle to soak it in more.

HANSON: Well! One round down! 1 and 0 for Masami Nishikiyama in this Best Of 7 Series!

AUGUSTINO: One down, three to go, Nick!

HANSON: It’s not too late for Lluvia Cane to bounce back. She needs 4 victories. Masami needs 3. We’ll see what she can do to bounce back in Round 2, two weeks from tonight!

Cameras head to the back, Griffin is sitting backstage in the locker room hallway, leaning against the wall with the NFW Title resting on a nearby cart. Slowly he begins to speak as his head is down.

Griffin: "We all have dreams....everyone has dreams. We all dream of having it all. We imagine what its like to be a big superstar..at the top of the world. And then...we wake up. We wake up to try and survive another day. When I woke up..I set out to live my dream. As a teenager I left behind my inheritance..my family..everything so I can someday go out and become the best in the industry today. I was told by others that I would amount to nothing, that I'm just some gimmick..that I will never become a world champion...5 times I proved them wrong...but I realize if I want to continue this dream....I have to do what it takes to remain on top, and that means fighting anyone and everyone who wants to dethrone me and take my title."

He looks up, showing his face to the camera for the first time.

Griffin: "The man who stands before me...Max LeBrun...Toronto's gift to NFW. Some would say this would be the battle for Canada...two of The Great White North's finest clash one more time...only this time it's for the richest prize in the game. Max is a man who is the only one that was able to defeat me. I took that loss in stride and continued to soldier on through the Vlad Blackhart Memorial Tournament. But in the back of my head, I knew sooner or later, we'd fight again...whether it be in the tournament...or when one of us became champion. That defeat on my record...still remains. It was no fluke, it wasn't a mistake. But I see it as a learning experience for me. You learn more from defeat than you do winning. You realize your mistakes you look to correct them. I am on a mission to right the wrongs...to correct my mistake...and even the score between myself and LeBrun as we fight for this."

He grabs the title off the box.

Griffin: "You were right about a lot Max...the both of us have to set an example for the rest of the locker room. The people in the back..and the people out in the crowd and the millions watching from all over the world are counting on both of us to set the bar and show why we are the best at what we do. But the only thing that needs to change from last time is a victory from me. I never said that I was invincible..but I am somebody who'll fight as long as there is breath in this body. I come from Canada like you..it's there where we were taught to fight hard and never give up...so I don't expect any less than you. You are a man that I respect...that's why stepping in the ring with you tonight is special. I am looking at man who is almost a mirror image of myself..being told your whole career that you don't got what it takes to get to the top...and putting your body through hell just to prove all the critics wrong. In a perfect world, we're both world champions..but this is reality, and only one can walk out with this gold."

He adjusts the belt on his shoulder.

Griffin: "Tonight's the night...The Toronto Daredevil...The Jukebox Hero...the rematch of the century. Two of the greatest athletes in NFW history are gonna go one more time with all the cards on the table. I consider you a friend Max, you're not like a lot of the arrogant shitbags who come around and try to make a name for yourself at my expense..and for that, it's admirable. But in that ring....there are no friends...no comrades..no allies...just two men who are gonna go out there and light up the arena. I hold no grudge if you're able to defeat me...and I hope its the same for you in vice versa. But I have worked too damn hard to win this title...so tonight....The Devil....gets rocked."

He walks away as we go back to the ring.


Angel Kash: SHUT UP! I AM NOT IN THE MOOD!

The boos only grow louder as Todd yells out as well. Angel is seething red with rage

Angel Kash: Seriously you think this is funny?! That freak of nature Eric Lee did this and you are all sitting their laughing at me?! I mean I knew you were all jealous but the fact I was brave stepping into a match that wasn’t even my style against that monster I should be celebrated for a strong woman but no you morons sit their pointing your fat filthy fingers at me.

The boos only grow louder at Angels rantings. As the Trillion Dollar Princess is still angry at the booing fans and her fellow wrestlers.

Angel Kash: And all of the woman in the back are laughing really?! But when it comes to fair contest in this company I am 2-0. One some gamer girl freak cost me my title and the triple threat match don’t get me started what did she do to get into my rightful title rematch? And last week was the final straw. I have been treated poorly by management since I have arrived and why?.

The boos just grow even louder which causes the Trillion Dollar Princess to lash out.

Angel Kash: I SAID SHUT UP! And respect your social better!

This of course causes the boos just to get even louder.

Augustino: Can someone get her the hell outta the ring? We got a Tag Team Title match up next and I got money on it!

Hanson: Wait, you’re gambling on it?!

Augustino: Ah shit. Can we edit that out?

Angel Kash: So look forward when I am healthy to me once again being the center of attention like I have always been. Because what Angel Kash wants Angel Kash gets now Todd lets get out of this cesspool.

The boos grow louder s Todd hands the microphone back to the stage hand before assisting Angel to the back as the fans boo loudly.
As Angel Kash disappears back through the curtain, we hear a can crack open on the commentary mic. The camera jumps over to the table where Miranda Augustino chugs from a can of watermelon Reign. Nick Hanson just stares at her as she slams it down, crushes the can under her hand on the table and tosses it behind her. Hilariously, we hear a fan shout out about taking a can to the face.

HANSON: Thirsty?

AUGUSTINO: Bored as hell! I can’t stand listening to that bleach blonde bimbo! Can we have the damn tag title match now?

HANSON: We sure can! Here’s Roger!

The camera jumps over to inside the ring where Roger Arden stands with his mic.

ARDEN: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Tag Team Championships!

The arena darkens with the music starting at the same instant. At the 0:18 mark, the multicolored light effect seen in each girl's solo entrance kicks in and lights up the stage. Shortly after, at 0:24, Kayako Kazama comes running through the curtain, all smiles, pumping her fist in the air.

While she's still in the process of pumping, Yuka Hirata emerges coolly, rolling her neck before coming to the center of stage, kneeling and performing a quick Wai Kru before slamming her fists on the stage and popping up and giving a yell.

Before Yuka finishes her Wai Kru, Kaede Tanabe struts out through the curtain, throwing up her hands like 'here we are!' She then gestures to the three girls, bidding the audience to behold her friends.

Together, the four turn and stick their hands in a circle and perform their team chant. At 0:49 into the song, the four girls turn, Yuka and Kaede leading the way and Masami following behind while Kayako brings up the rear, 'skipping' along with her hands behind her back.

ARDEN: "Making their way to the ring, the challengers! Escorted by Kaede Tanabe!! From Japan! KAYAKO - KAZAMA...and YUUUKA HIIIRATA!!!! THEY! ARE! THE SUUUUUPER BITCH SQUUUAAAAAAAD!!!!"

One by one, as they reach the ring, they enter it as seen in each of their solo entrances: Yuka picks up into a jog and slides in sideways under the bottom rope. Kayako skips along to the right side of the ring, 'slipping' as she climbs up on the apron. She gives an adorable 'oops' look at the crowd before daintily entering under the middle rope. Kaede climbs the steps and gets down low, entering under the middle rope in an elegant, sultry manner.

Once all four of them are in the ring, they meet in the middle for a pose. After performing another brief Wai Kru, Yuka scowls ahead of her with her fists raised under her chin. Kayako, meanwhile, strikes an idol pose, bringing up her arms, crossing them at the wrists and forming two 'wolf heads', with an adorable yet devious little smile. Kaede rests a hand on Yuka's shoulder and raises a peace sign.

As the soft piano of ”Dark Sentencer” begins, the lights go out in the arena. On the tron you see the words appear

“Well into our Future, yet far beyond our past
In a romance between a pair of Unheavenly Creatures
The Five Houses of The Star Supremacy have privatized the the detention zones of the galaxy
These planetary prison pits reassembled from the cracked worlds of The Great Crash
Which brings us to our stage
Where the light must learn to love the black
The Dark Sentencer"

The music begins to play.

“It begins with them, but ends with me
Their Son, Vaxus”

Two spotlights come on at the top of the stage and there stands Christina and Lilith.

"Here, emotions behold
You've entered a Hell where the Devil is made of gold
Please, don't run your mouth
The questions before have no place in this haunted house"

A series of spotlights appear on the ramp as the duo make their way down the ramp. The chorus hits.

ARDEN: And...their opponents!! From Asheville, North Carolina! Representing the Kingdom! They are the NFW Tag Team Champions! Christina Olson! Lilith Meadows! BLOODY...FAIRYTALE!!!!

HANSON: Miranda how brutal do you think this is about to get?

AUGUSTINO: I don’t know, Nicky. Pretty brutal. SBS and Bloody Fairytale have been at each other’s throats for weeks!

HANSON: Miranda...what are they carrying?

AUGUSTINO: I...wait what? Are you friggin kidding me?! Hahahahaha. Oh those girls.

As Bloody Fairytale descend the ramp, the camera captures them walking with not one...not two...but three title belts. Around their waists are the old NFW Women’s Championships. Lilith Meadows also has half of the other two titles, the vacant men’s NFW Tag Titles and the NFW Mixed Tag Titles strapped around her torso, stacked over the old Women’s Tag Title belt. Like a shiny, layered, chest plate. Christina Olson has the other half of both belts strapped in an X across her chest.

HANSON: They’re...coming to the ring with the three titles that were all unified in their cage match with Kicks & Stones. The match that they had before they were attacked by SBS which eventually lead to this match!

"Here, where the light only dies to remember
In a place where the blind truly can see
Hear my voice, dearly departed, I beg on my knees
It's been my pleasure to serve your disease"

The two climb up to the ring apron and hook the top rope and jump, using the rope to vault them into the ring. The lights go out once again as the instrumental solo hits and once the lyrics pick up again, the two are standing there in their ring gear, Lilith kneeling on the ground and Christina having her hands resting on her partner’s shoulders as the two look focused and ready to go.

The ref presents the new set of NFW Tag Team Championships to both Bloody Fairytale and SBS before raising them up high in the air. They hand them off to the time keeper before calling for the bell.


Yuka and Christina start the match and as soon as that bell sounds, the two women meet in the middle of the ring and they just start laying in forearms to each other. Neither one wants to back down, and both are clearly fired up right now. Eventually though, Yuka blocks a forearm by Christina and delivers a discus back elbow that staggers the redhead. Yuka grabs Christina, doing a judo style throw and holding onto the arm in an armbar like position. She wrenches on the arm of Christina and to add insult to injury, just delivers a few slaps to the back of Christina’s head. The slaps though, fire up the redhead who makes it back up to her feet. She’s able to grab Yuka by the back of the hair and just slam her onto the mat. The ref warns Christina about the hair pulling, but the woman just shrugs it off before hitting the ropes. She comes off and jumps over a trip attempt by Yuka before hitting the ropes again and this time leap frogging over her opponent. Christina hits the ropes one last time and then launches herself into a crossbody that takes Yuka down to the mat. Christina gets into a mount position before raining down lefts and rights. She stands back up and yells out “Let’s go!” as the crowd starts a “B.F.” chant.

Nick Hanson: The crowd seems to be behind the champions tonight.

Miranda Augustino: The champions are fired up tonight, ready to prove why they say they’re the best tag team in NFW period and it’s been hard to argue that point since they debuted here.

Christina picks Yuka up and sends her into her corner. Christina charges in and delivers a forearm to the side of the face of Yuka as Lilith reaches over and tags herself into the match. Lilith comes into the match and she does an arm wringer to the left arm of Yuka as Christina climbs to the top rope and comes down with a double axe handle. Lilith grabs Yuka once again by the arm and puts it around the top rope and just kicks the shoulder joint as hard as she can. Lilith then climbs out to the ring apron, grabbing Yuka by the arm once again and just dropping to the floor, draping the shoulder over the rope and snapping it. Yuka screams in pain as Lilith slides into the ring and delivers a chop block. She rolls Yuka onto her back and tags Christina back in before just stepping on the arms of Yuka to hold her in place as Christina climbs to the top rope. Christina launches herself, hitting a frog splash. She goes for a cover as Lilith gets out of the ring.


Nick Hanson: The champs are dominating the early part of this match and Lilith seems to be taking a page from Christina with this mean streak.

Miranda Augustino: I like this side from the resident faerie, but I wouldn’t count SBS out just yet, they have the wild card out on the floor with them.

Christina picks Yuka up, delivering a snap suplex before picking Yuka up into a seated position. Christina goes to hit the ropes, but when she does, Kaede reaches up and tries tripping Christina up. Christina turns around and looks down at the manager of the SBS and just yells. “Keep your damn hands to yourself!”

Nick Hanson: And there’s Kaede getting herself involved for the first time in this match.

Miranda Augustino: If that bitch ain’t careful, Christina’s going to knock that head off her shoulders.

As Christina’s distracted with Kaede, it gives Yuka enough time to recover and come up behind Christina and deliver a forearm to the back of the head stunning her. Yuka reaches over and tags in Kayako. Kayako climbs to the top rope as Yuka holds Christina up in position. Kayako launches herself and delivers a diving clothesline that drops Christina down to the mat. Kayako immediately goes for the cover.


Kayako looks down at Christina and hits the ropes. Kayako delivers a running senton splash and follows it up by climbing to the top rope and delivering a leg drop. Kayako then picks Christina up and sends her into the ropes. Christina comes off the ropes, ducking a clothesline attempt by Kayako before rolling away and tagging in Lilith.

Lilith comes in off the tag and Kayako immediately back peddles towards her own corner and tags Yuka back into the match. Lilith has a look in her eyes that really hasn’t been seen before. She looks more focused and more fired up and less like her normal, happy self. Yuka comes in, the two meet in the ring and lock up. Lilith immediately goes behind Yuka and puts her into a waist lock. Lilith picks Yuka up and just slams her face first into the mat. Lilith then figure fours the legs of Yuka and floats back, bridging and grabbing Yuka’s head and locking in a Muta Lock! Lilith wrenches on the head and neck of Yuka as the woman screams in pain, trapped in the center of the ring.

Nick Hanson: Lilith with the Muta Lock in the center of the ring! Will Yuka be able to hold on?

Miranda Augustino: We’ll see, Nick! Lilith prides herself in her submission knowledge!

Kaede yells something from the floor and Kayako nods her head, getting into the ring and delivering a double stomp to the midsection of Lilith, breaking up the submission attempt. Kayako grabs Yuka by the wrist and pulls her to their corner before getting out of the ring and tagging herself into the match. Kayako comes into the ring, delivering a basement dropkick to the face of Lilith as she’s trying to make it back up to her feet after having the wind knocked out of her. Kayako then picks Lilith up and climbs to the middle turnbuckle and launches herself, delivering a tornado DDT to Lilith before going for a cover.


Kayako picks Lilith up and delivers a snap suplex before climbing to the top ropes once more where Yuka tags herself into the match. Kayako launches herself, delivering another double foot stomp to the midsection of Lilith before Yuka comes in and delivers a running senton. Yuka then grabs the arm of Lilith and twists it, planting her hand palm first down on the mat and then just stomping on her arm. Lilith grabs her left arm and screams out in pain as she rolls around on the mat.

Nick Hanson: Yuka might have broken Lilith’s arm with that. Did you see the angle of her arm when it was stomped on?

Miranda Austino: Holy shit, Lilith is in a bad way right now with that arm!

Yuka laughs as struts around the ring, mocking Lilith a little bit by grabbing her own arm and pretending that it’s hurt. This display gets the ire of the fans in attendance as they start to shower her with boos. It also draws the attention of Christina who tries to get herself into the ring, but the ref immediately grabs her and tries to hold her back. As this is going on, Kayako comes into the ring and her and Yuka start to stomp away at Lilith. Yuka gets out of the ring as the ref turns around and he looks at Kayako who tells him there was a tag between the two teammates. Kayako grabs Lilith by the injured arm and drapes it over the bottom rope before just jumping down on it. Lilith grabs her arm, trying to hold it close to her body. Kayako picks Lilith up and sends her into the ropes. Lilith comes off the ropes and the two meet in the middle of the ring, both looking for a clothesline as they take each other down.

Nick Hanson: This might be Lilith’s chance to get Christina into the match!

Miranda Augustino: Come on, Lil, get that tag!

Kayako is the first to stir as grabs Lilith by the ankle and tries to stop her from making it over to her corner. Kaede is on the outside, yelling at Kayako to get over and tag in Yuka. Kayako continues to try and hold onto Lilith, but Lilith is able to deliver a mule kick that gets her free. As this happens, Kaede hops up to the ring apron to say something to the ref and grab his attention. Lilith dives and makes the tag to Christina and the crowd goes absolutely wild as Christina starts to come into the ring, but as she does, Kaede drops to the floor again and the ref turns around, seeing Christina trying to come into the match. The ref holds her back, telling her that they didn’t see a tag. This only fires the redhead up more and it causes the crowd to boo loudly.

Nick Hanson: Come on, Kaede knew exactly what she was doing! She distracted the ref so he wouldn’t see the tag!

Miranda Augustino: Smart move by Kaede, but it’s only seemed to have fired Christina up more at this point.

Kaede is out on the floor laughing as Christina gets back out onto the apron and Kayako grabs Lilith and drags her back into the center of the ring before delivering an elbow drop to the chest. She then walks over and tags Yuka back into the match. Yuka comes into the ring and grabs Lilith by the arm and locks in an armbar. She has the move locked in as Lilith yells and screams in pain. Yuka has her in the middle of the ring and just pulls back on the arm of Lilith. Christina has finally seen enough as she comes into the ring and just delivers a penalty kick to the side of the head of Yuka to force the break of the hold.

The ref warns Christina again to get out of the ring as she backs up and gets back into her corner. She starts to pound on the top turnbuckle getting the crowd back into the match, trying to cheer on Lilith to get over to the corner and make the tag. Yuka though, is able to make it to her corner and tag Kayako into the match. Kayako comes in, diving and putting Lilith into a headlock to stop her from getting to her corner. Kayako picks Lilith up and holds out her arm, just taunting Christina a little bit before she takes Lilith and goes for a German Suplex, but Lilith is able to land on her feet and Kayako turns around right into Lilith who grabs her and delivers an implant DDT. Both women are on the mat, motionless as the ref starts his ten count. At the count of five, both women begin to stir, Kayako once again tries to grab the ankle of Lilith who delivers another mule kick and rolls through, this time tagging in Christina.

Nick Hanson: Christina is finally back in this match and this crowd is fired up to see her!

Miranda Augustino: The fiery redhead is ready to kick some Super Bitch ass!

The crowd goes absolutely nuts as Christina slingshots herself into the ring and Kayko gets to her feet only to be dropped with a clothesline by Christina who doesn’t even stop her momentum and jumps, delivering a forearm to Yuka that drops her down off the mat. Christina turns around and sees Kayako who has a terrified look on her face. Kayako scoots herself back, trying to get away from Christina who’s slowly approaching her. Kayako backs herself back into the corner where she begs for Christina to back off. Christina looks down and just laughs. She reaches out for Kayako who tries to kick out the legs of Christina, but the redhead was ready for it and she just grabbed the ankle of Kayako and pulled her out of the corner. Christina pulled Kayako up to her feet and delivered a roundhouse kick that drops Kayako to the mat. Christina sits Kayako up and hits the ropes, delivering a shining wizard before going for a cover. As she does, Kaede is back up on the ring apron, distracting the ref as the crowd does a count that reaches five. Christina’s expression shows she’s clearly had enough of Kaede as she gets back up to her feet.

Christina walks over and takes a swing at Kaede who was able to drop down just in the nick of time to avoid the wild swing of the redhead. Christina gets out of the ring and onto the apron as she begs Kayako to get to her feet. Kayako finally gets up to her feet, but as Christina goes for her springboard forearm, Kaede grabs Christina by the ankle. The ref sees it and looks down at Kaede and asks her what she’s doing. Kaede tries to plead her case that she didn’t do anything, but the ref is having none of it and tosses the manager of SBS!

Nick Hanson: And there goes Kaede! She’s just been tossed!

Miranda Augustino: She got herself involved one too many times in this match and the ref finally had enough of it!

Kaede throws a fit as Christina looks back and just smirks as she waves the woman off. The crowd starts a “Nananana, hey hey, goodbye” chant as Kaede throws her fit and leaves the ringside area. As Christina is busy watching, Kayako comes up from behind, looking to deliver a forearm, but Christina is able to sense it and pulls down the bottom rope, causing Kayako to spill out to the floor. Christina gets back into the ring and hits the ropes and Lilith tags herself back in. Christina goes flying over the top rope and takes down both Yuka and Kayako with a tope con hilo before throwing Kayako back into the ring. Lilith grabs Kayako and delivers a snap dragon suplex before tagging Christina back into the match. Christina comes in and picks Kayako up, delivering a rolling Death Valley Driver and then Lilith launches off the top rope with a leg drop and Christina finishes it off with a 450 splash.

Nick Hanson: Bloody Fairytale hit the Fairytale Ending! This one’s over!

Miranda Augustino: Nobody kicks out of that combination of moves!

Christina hooks the legs and goes for the cover as the crowd counts along.


Arden: Your winners and STIIIIIIIIIIILL NFW World Tag Team Champions, Bloody Fairytale!

Lilith and Christina are handed over the newly minted NFW World Tag Team Championships as the two women share a hug before climbing opposite turnbuckles and raising the titles high in the air as “Dark Sentencer” plays over the arena and the crowd goes wild for the two of them

♫♫♫ I've got a plan. I know the game. I cross the line and things will never be the same

♫♫♫ It's gotta be right, it's gotta be clean. I gotta cover all the spaces in between

♫♫♫ Because I want to be someone (someone you want to be like)

♫♫♫ One of a kind (just do it if it feels right)

♫♫♫ F***ing contagious (living in the limelight)

♫♫♫ Out of my mind'..

As the chorus of “Straightjacket Supermodel” begins to play across the arena as the lights turn down and a light show of skulls begin to dance across the ring and into the crowd. Then a spotlight shines on the stage as “The Arcane” Lara Bratton basks in the glow for a moment. She stands in a long black robe and black crown as she leans forward on a cane. She leans back and spins the cane around as she begins to make her way down towards the ring as the spotlight follows.

♫♫♫ Cuz I am the all original, so hated that it's criminal

♫♫♫ My fame is on the throttle, straitjacket supermodel

♫♫♫ Sideways on the level, tap dancing with the devil

♫♫♫ I'm bringing down the gospel, straitjacket supermodel

She ignores the crowd for the most part as she reaches the ring. She throws her arms out to her side very dramatically and then lowers them allowing the robe to fall from her shoulders and pool at her feet on the floor. Underneath that robe she wears a black top, with black boy shorts and big black black boots with white trim that appear to be several sizes too big and are untied. On the backside of her shorts are emblazoned with her initials LB.

She climbs each step up to the ring very slowly and enters the ring as the music slowly fades out. She walks to one side of the ring and puts the microphone to her lips, looking as if she were about to speak and then changes her mind and hits the next side and the next and the final one which faces a hard camera.

Lara Bratton: New Frontier Wrestling. Yadda yadda yadda. Blah blah blah. Go out and cut a promo they said. Make some fans or piss some people off. So… professional wrestling. One thing everyone will soon realize is that I rarely play by anyone’s rules but my own. And my only rule is that it has to be fun.

She turns around and walks to the center of the ring and plops down, sitting cross legged on the mat.

Lara Bratton: I live by a single mantra. It goes like this. One in your life you find her. Someone who turns your heart around and next thing you know you’re burning down the town. You see it’s very simple. I’m here to have a good time. But, it never fails that before long someone will come along and piss me off and then I have to become the Lara Bratton that my own mother doesn’t love.

She shakes her head, tsking as she does.

Lara Bratton: There’s some championships to be won, some matches to win and some douche bags to humble. So, Get your motor runnin' and head out on the highway. Lookin' for adventure and whatever comes our way. Yeah Darlin' go make it happen and take the world in a love embrace. Fire all of your guns at once and explode into space.”

She rises to her feet and she walks towards the ropes once more.

Lara Bratton: And in closing, all you people with your pumped up kicks better outrun my gun. The Arcane will not be denied, nor will she be silent. At some point, you’re going to be face to face with her and all will not go well with you. It doesn’t matter who, it doesn’t matter where and it doesn’t matter how. All that matters is the when and the what. Whatever that means. So, carry on your little show here and I’ll be keeping a very close eye on things.

“Straightjacket Supermodel” begins to play as Lara exits the ring and heads back up the ramp.
ARDEN: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Last Woman Standing Match!
"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 out at the stage, awaiting her opponent with smirks on their faces.

ARDEN: Introducing first! Accompanied by Carlton Walsh! She is the Darkened Princess! AURORA...LUNA!

"X’s and Ohs" 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 across the ring, looking at her next opponent.

ARDEN: Her opponent! From Denver, Colorado! "Vain"...VANITA...THOMPSON!"

Before the bell can even sound, Vainta charges right after Aurora. Vanita takes Aurora down to the mat with a double leg takedown and just starts to lay down lefts and rights.


The two women roll on the mat, brawling away before they tumble out to the floor. They hit the floor, but the brawling doesn’t stop there. They continue to go, Aurora finally getting on top of Vanita as grabs the woman by the hair and just starts to bounce it off the floor before rolling off. As she gets to her feet, Carlton gets up from looking under the ring for something and tosses a kendo stick to Aurora who turns around and just swings it as hard as she can across the back of Vanita with a loud crack.

Aurora does it again, and again, and again, just laying in the shots with the kendo stick across the back of Vanita before taking one more swing and cracking it across Vanita’s head. She throws the splintered kendo stick down on the ground and walks over to Carlton where the two quickly embrace and share a kiss much to the displeasure of the fans in attendance. The ref starts his ten count, but only reaches a count of four before Vanita is back up on her feet.

Nick: It’s definitely going to take more than a few shots with a kendo stick to keep Vanita down.

Miranda: These two women hate each other, there’s no way either one is staying down without punishing the other with everything they can get their hands on.

Vanita comes up from behind Aurora and spins her around, right into a forearm across the face before grabbing her and deliver a vertical suplex onto the floor. Vanita floats over, picking Aurora back up and delivering a second and then a third. She stands up, walking over to the time keeper’s area and grabbing a steel chair and folding it up. She walks over and Carlton tries to step in front of Aurora, but Vanita just shoves him aside and takes the chair, swinging it across the back of Aurora before standing her up and sending her face first into the ring post. Vanita then grabs Aurora and rams her head into the post a few more times before letting her go and turning around to Carlton and saying something that the camera doesn’t quite pick up.

Vanita then turns back around to Aurora who is back up to one knee and she charges in, looking for a kick, but Aurora is able to move out of the way and Vanita’s leg cracks against the ring post. Aurora then grabs the leg of Vanita and wraps it around the ring post again. She walks over, picking up the steel chair and going to try and slam it against the leg of Vanita that’s against the post, but as she swings, Vanita is able to roll out of the way, causing the chair to crack against the post and Aurora to drop the weapon, shaking her hands from the vibration. Vanita gets up, staring Aurora in the eyes, the anger and focus evident right now as Aurora backs up a little, hitting the barricade behind her. Vanita takes a couple steps back and charges in, delivering a clothesline that sends both of them over the barricade and into the fans.

Aurora stumbles up, trying to get some separation, but Vanita is hot on her trail. She grabs Aurora, sending her back first into a barrier to the first set of raised seating for the crowd. Vantia then backs up a few steps and charges in, delivering a knee to the side of Aurora’s head the drives it into the barrier before backing up and telling the ref to count.


Aurora slowly gets up to a knee and the ref breaks the count.

Nick: Vanita is looking like she’s ready to fully start the punishment on Aurora.

Miranda: These two bitches hate each other, there’s no way either of them are going easy on the other here.

Vanita turns around and a fan hands her over a sign that reads “The Dark Assassin is here to collect!” She takes it, noticing something different with the sign as she rips off the paper and a stop sign being wrapped in the sign. The crowd goes wild as she turns around and cracks Aurora over the skull with the stop sign that once agains drops the woman. Vanita takes the sign and once again hits Aurora with it. She does it over and over again before she’s satisfied she’s done enough and yells for the ref to start counting again.


Aurora gets back up to her feet to break the count.

Vanita comes charging in, looking for a spear, but Aurora delivers a kick to the shoulder of Vanita stopping her in her tracks. Aurora follows it up with a roundhouse kick that staggers Vanita back a few steps before she picks up the stop sign and cracks it across the skull of Vanita that drops her to a knee. Carlton is there and he drags Vanita towards the barricade and holds the stop sign up towards her head. Aurora comes charging in and delivers a knee strike that drives the sign right into the head of Vanita who crumbles to the floor and Carlton yells for the ref to count.


Vanita gets back up to her feet as Carlton walks over to a spot and pulls out a chain and tosses it over to Aurora.

Aurora takes the chain and swings it, the chain hitting across the back of Vanita like a whip. Vanita drops down to a knee and Aurora again swings the chain, cracking it across the back before she wraps it around her fist and just delivers a right hand to the head of Vanita before she gets into a mount and delivers a few more right hands to the head of Vanita before getting up and we can see blood streaking down the head of Vanita as she walks around, taunting the crowd a little bit and the ref once again starts to make his ten count.


Vanita uses a railing to get back up to her feet as Aurora turns back around.

Nick: Aurora is really starting to put a hurt on Vanita.

Miranda: There’s no way Vanita is staying down without taking Aurora with her!

Vanita stumbles up the steps, her face covered in a crimson mask right now as Aurora stalks her. Aurora starts to walk up the steps, but as she gets within striking distance, Vanita delivers a chop to the chest of Aurora. Vanita delivers a couple more before she takes Aurora and slams her head first against the hand railing over and over before grabbing her and slipping her between the railing and putting on a Boston Crab. Aurora screams out in pain as her body is stretched out around the railing and Vanita just pulls back as hard as she can on the hold. Aurora tries her best to try and escape, but there’s nowhere for her to go and there’s no way to break the hold. After Vanita feels like there was enough punishment done, she releases the submission hold and walks back down the steps and gets up into Carlton’s face as the ref begins his count.


Aurora gets back up to her feet.

Aurora comes down the steps, comes up from behind Vanita and delivers a forearm to the back of the head that stumbles Vanita. The two ladies once again start to brawl through the crowd, making their way towards the back of the arena. The two brawl, getting up to the ramp and entrance area. Aurora takes Vanita and throws her face first into the staging. Carlton scrambles up, cheering Aurora on and tossing her a steel chair as he has one of his own in his hands. The two stalk Vanita, and as they both go to start swinging away on her, Darius shows up and delivers a bicycle knee strike right onto the chair and drives it into Carlton’s face.

Nick: DARIUS CROWLEY OUTTA NOWHERE WITH A KNEE TO THE CHAIR!!!

Miranda: Good on Vani’s shadow boo but where the hell’d be come from?!

As Aurora looks back and sees this, it gives Vanita enough time to recover and she gets back up to her feet. Aurora turns back around and Vanita charges in, delivering a spear that sends both of them flying off the stage and through a set of tables that are set up near the stage with a loud crack as they fly through them.

CROWD
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”

Nick: Vanita with a spear off the stage and through tables! This has to be it for both of them!

Miranda: I told you the two were going to fucking kill each other!

The ref checks on both of them and Darius hops down off the stage and the look of concern on his face is real as the ref starts his count.


Vanita starts to stir, trying to get back up to her feet, but Aurora hasn’t even moved yet!


Vanita stumbles up to her feet and leans up against the stage to steady herself.



The bell sounds and Vanita almost collapses right into the arms of Darius Crowley as the crowd cheers for her and the ref raises her hand in victory.

Arden: Here is your winner, “Vain” Vanita Thompson!

Miranda: She did it!!! Vengeance is served bitches!!

Hanson: And Darius Crowley made sure it stayed fair and square as much as he could! Look at Carlton Walsh! He’s still out!

Miranda: ¡A la mierda ese hijo de puta!

Hanson: Will you stop that?

Miranda: ...No?

Lash Donohue is walking to his car, with his bag over shoulder. He opens the door, but a smoke billows out from it as if someone has been hot boxing the damn thing. He smiles as the smoke begins to clear to reveal a familiar face. A blonde woman with pink high-lights looks at him with a wide grin of her own.

Lash Donohue: Tink!

The one known as Tink Evermore nods her had at him.

Tink Evermore: ‘sup?

Lash Donohue: It’s been one hell of a night. The lumberjack was a god damn thing and then I had to smash your cousin into a set of lockers. Sorry bout that.

Evermore laughs at this notion as she stands up from the car.

Tink Evermore: Nah, I’ve been reading twitter. That stuck up bitch has had it coming.

Lash Donohue: What are you doing here …and how did you get into my car?

She looks at him and then at the vehicle.

Tink Evermore: That was your car? I have no clue how I got in there …but once I got in there, I was thought I would toke it up.

Lash shrugged, considering this.

Lash Donohue: Sounds about right.

Tink Evermore: But since I’m here, I might as well offer up my services to you.

Lash Donohue: You mean like ‘fucking?’

Tink Evermore: NO! …well, maybe …but no… Not right now… Okay, maybe right now, but first something else.

Donohue strokes his chin as Tink desperately tries to gather her thoughts.

Lash Donohue: I like where this is headed!

Tink Evermore: Don’t get too eager yet. I am over the whole wrestling thing. Last place I was in turned me off from active competition. At least for right now. However, I’ve been looking to get into the managing field to, y’know, do something that isn’t just blazing and spending all of my time on Disney Plus. I’ve gorged myself so badly on Boy Meets World. Did you know that Griffin Hawkins was on that show before he became a wrestler? Looked a lot like Ben Wyatt back then.

Lash Donohue: That’s Adam Scott.

Tink Evermore: GRIFFIN HAWKINS IS A GOLFER?

Donohue gave a laugh as she found herself trying to piece together who Griffin Hawkins really was.

Lash Donohue: So …you were saying?

Tink Evermore: You need a manager who will hype you up, watch your back, and maybe even keep you out of trouble.

Lash Donohue: And also be my drug dealer?

Tink Evermore: You know it.

Donohue takes a few moments to consider this before putting his hand on her shoulder.

Lash Donohue: You had me at free sex and weed. Plus, it’ll piss off your uptight cousin. You have yourself a client, Tink.

Tink Evermore: And you have yourself a manager!

The two shake hands before heading back into his car most likely to smoke weed and other stuff.
The synthesized intro of "Big Bad Wolf" begins matched shortly by the drums and the lights of the arena fade to darkness. A eerie purple glow begins to appear on the stage as the guitar strums kick in the words "Even in these chains you can't stop me" repeated four times with a loud drum strike after each one. After the fourth the guitars and drums kick in full force and the words "The Fanged Rose" appears on the screen with the well known red eyes of the Matthews "Reptile" behind it.

"You see I am the wolf.
and this dirty little piggy
lives inside of me.
You see every and then
I forget which one I want
and which one I need.
I have come to realize
that both of them have become a necessity.
I now have come to realize
that I become which animal I choose to feed!"

As Maria shrieks the follow up The Fanged Rose comes through the curtain. The black coat buckled around her throat with the hood up shadowing her face. She steps to where the stage and the ramp meet she drops into a kneel with a hand on the ramp.

ARDEN: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is an Extreme Rules match! Introducing first, from Chico, California! Representing the Kingdom! She is...JASMINE...THE FANGED ROSE...MATTHEWS!!

HANSON: Jasmine Matthews does not look happy.

AUGUSTINO: Puta looks pissed off like no other! She’s finally gonna get her hands on the Witch tonight!

"Even in these chains, you won't stop me!
Even in these chains, you won't break me!
Even in these chains, you won't take me!
Even in these chains, you won't hold me PIG!"

Each line she bobs lightly until the final word and Jasmine shoots up straight throwing the hood back from her face and letting out a bestial shriek before she sprints to the ring and sides under the ropes. She pops back up and marchs to the turnbuckle where she climbs to the top, throws one leg over to balance herself and lifts a single fist into the air.

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!!!!

HANSON: Bronwyn Good returned several weeks ago when she attacked Emelie Sanclemente and Layla Aishe before their match, unprovoked! Her tenacity garnered her a main event non-title match against Sativa Nevaeh. It ended in a disqualification but Bronwyn wasn’t finished. She kept on with the attack and drew the ire of Jasmine Matthews! Since then, Bronwyn Good has been taunting the Queen of the Kingdom. Attacking her, attacking her team members…

AUGUSTINO: Attacking her girls, Nicky! You just don’t do that unless you’re ready for a fight! But I think Bronwyn Good was after just that! She wanted a fight and she picked one with one of if not THE baddest putas on the roster!

HANSON: It just sounds weird when you do that…

AUGUSTINO: Well I’m sorry! The FCC cracked down on us! What do ya want?

“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.


As the bell rang, Jasmine Matthews and Bronwyn Good met in the center of the ring, staring daggers through one another. The only difference between the two was Bronwyn’s wicked smile versus Jasmine’s burning rage that seemed to grow hotter and hotter as the staredown went on. After a moment, Bronwyn stepped back, opening out her arms in a taunt and slid her forked tongue out from her black lips, grinning like a demon in the flesh at the Queen of the Kingdom. As if on command from her motions, a boo from the crowd rose up but Bronwyn only seemed to relish in it. Jasmine, however, now had a small albeit knowing smirk on her face as she, too, opened out her arms and turned in a slow circle to the crowd. A silent ‘Behold The Kingdom’ that garnered a roar of approval from those that, despite her attitude, knew her family legacy. As she turned, however, Bronwyn quickly dug into her wrist band, stirring a commotion from the crowd and commentary. Just as Jasmine turned back to face her opponent, Brownyn’s wrist snapped out with MAGIC POWDER!!! Jasmine grabbed her face as Bronwyn swooped in and went for a quick, small package!!

Jasmine kicked out and immediately rolled out of the ring to try and regain her vision but Bronwyn was right on her heels, sliding out of the ring with a look of evil delight on her face. She wasted no time in grabbing Jasmine and slinging the woman hard into the ring steps. Jasmine slammed, back first, into the steps with a thunderous metal crash and Bronwyn came running in with a knee to the midsection before throwing her back into the ring. As The Fanged Rose continued rubbing her eyes and worked to get to her feet, Salem’s Forgotten Daughter climbed up onto the ring apron, anxiously waiting. Once Jasmine was on her feet, Bronwyn sprang off of the ropes, coming down to land a hurricanrana into a cover.


Jasmine thrust her legs out, sending Bronwyn forward off of her. Bronwyn was quick to get back to her feet and stayed on Jasmine, pulling her up by her hair and whipping her into the ropes. As Bronwyn went for a spinning heel kick, however, Jasmine seemed to have cleared her vision enough to see it and duck underneath her leg. Jasmine came off of the ropes on the other side and flew in for a leaping forearm smash. Bronwyn went down and as she scrambled back up, Jasmine egged her on, motioning with her hands like a woman possessed with rage. As soon as Good was up, Matthews stepped in for a knee strike followed by a series of right hands, backing her into the ropes before whipping her off and running in to take Bronwyn down with a vicious Spear! Jasmine then threw her head back, a wild look in her eyes as she screamed out weeks of frustration caused by her opponent. The crowd roared back, beginning a “MATTHEWS” chant as Jasmine rolled back out of the ring but kept her eyes on Bronwyn. The red residue from the Magic Powder staining her face only made the angry Queen of the Kingdom all the more terrifying looking as she looked on with hatred at the Witch.

HANSON: “Weeks of attacks and taunting from Bronwyn Good might have made Jasmine Matthews officially snap!”

AUGUSTINO: She’s like a woman possessed, Nicky!”

HANSON: “Oh, I’ve heard stories, trust me!”

Jasmine dug underneath the ring, getting the crowd excited as weapons seemed to finally get involved. Jasmine began pulling out and tossing various goodies in. A couple of chairs, a metal trash bin, the lid to said trash bin, a table which she slid out and left there for now. Finally, however, she reached underneath the ring and garnered a roar of approval as she revealed her trademark. The battered, worn sledgehammer handle once belonging to her father, David “Snake” Matthews. Jasmine held it high and proud before sliding back into the ring, ready to use it on Bronwyn. As Jasmine was ready with the sledge handle, however, so was Bronwyn with that trash can lid. Jasmine brought the sledge handle down in an overhead strike aimed for Bronwyn’s head but Bronwyn parried it with the trash can lid. Jasmine’s weapon bounced back and Bronwyn quickly followed up, SMASHING the lid over her head with a WHACK!!

HANSON: “OH!!! AND DOWN GOES JASMINE MATTHEWS!!!”

AUGUSTINO: “Got her bell rung and not in the good way!!”

As Jasmine moved to get back up, Bronwyn ran up off of the ropes, catching her in a springboard, Tornado DDT, driving her head into the mat. Jasmine went down, head first, standing before her legs hit the mat and Bronwyn followed up with a beautiful Arabian Press down onto her opponent before hooking the leg and going for another cover.


Jasmine kicked out again and Bronwyn finally began to look frustrated as she sat up on her knees, sneering wickedly with her white contacts making her just look more terrifying. She laid into Jasmine with a couple of right hands before climbing the turnbuckle and took a moment to stand tall in the face of the boos. Brownyn leaped forward, going for a Shooting Star Press but came right down, face first into Jasmine’s extended leg, practically eating her boot. Brownyn rolled to the outside and Jasmine pulled herself to her feet again. When she saw the position of her opponent, she gave an angry huff and ran across the ring, coming off of the ropes and landed a Suicide Dive through the ropes, right on the money! Both women hit the floor but Jasmine was the first one to get up to her feet and reached into the ring, grabbing one of the steel chairs. As Bronwyn got to her feet but was bent forward, Jasmine reared back and brought that chair down right across her back. WHACK!!! Bronwyn shot up with pain wracking her face, turning towards Jasmine, almost on instinct, only for the Fanged Rose to strike her again right over the head. Bronwyn stumbled back into the barricade, leaning back against it and Jasmine THREW the chair, right into her face, finally causing her to fall to the floor again.

AUGUSTINO: “Goooddd DAYUM those shots sound painful, Nicky!”

HANSON: “I’m sure they are, Miranda! I just hope I’m never on the receiving end of one!”

As Bronwyn writhed on the floor, Jasmine moved back over to the table she’d pulled out and began setting it up. She thought for a moment before checking on Bronwyn. Seeing her still down, Jasmine dug under the ring for another table, setting it up side by side beside the ring. She then approached Bronwyn, pulling her up by her hair and fed her a stiff headbutt just to keep her under control and brought her over to the tables where she set her up for a Suplex. As she went to lift her, however, Bronwyn blocked with her leg and began hitting Jasmine in the ribs before breaking free of the hold and caught Jasmine in a Northern Lights Suplex of her own, right onto the ramp. Jasmine winced in pain as she hit the metal beneath her and Bronwyn picked her up to her feet again, dragging her over and rammed her face into the top of one of the tables before throwing her back inside the ring. Jasmine was up a little quicker, this time and ran in, dropkicking Bronwyn hard into the corner. As Bronwyn staggered out into the center of the ring again, Jasmine ran in to deliver a Float-over DDT and went for a cover of her own.


But Bronwyn kicked out so Jasmine went right into a series of braced kneestrikes to the ribs of Salem’s Forgotten Daughter. Jasmine seemed to go on forever with this until Bronwyn visibly had the wind knocked out of her and had the crowd going wild. Jasmine wasn’t finished, however, even though she probably could have gone for the finish and looked out towards the tables again. Grinning with her own wickedness, she pulled Bronwyn up to her feet and over to the ropes. Jasmine stepped out onto the apron with Bronwyn still inside and set up for another suplex. Once again, however, Bronwyn showed that resiliency and blocked with her foot under the rope. When she was able to break loose, she drove a shoulder into Jasmine’s stomach between the top and middle rope. Jasmine bent forward again, leaning between the ropes now as Bronwyn stepped back, holding her ribs from the kneestrikes. Biting through the pain, the Witch saw her opportunity and slingshotted herself over to the outside. On the way down, she caught Jasmine around the waist, snapping her down into a powerbomb RIGHT THROUGH THE TWO TABLES!! Both tables exploded as the two women laid out on the floor. Jasmine from the powerbomb. Bronwyn from her own pain and exhaustion.

CROWD
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”
“HO-LY SHIT!”

HANSON: “DID YOU SEE THOSE TABLES EXPLODE UNDERNEATH THE FORCE OF JASMINE MATTHEW’S BODY?!”

AUGUSTINO: “I THINK IT WAS THE DONK, NICKY! LOOKIT THAT THANG!”

HANSON: “Really, Miranda?”

AUGUSTINO: “What?!”

HANSON: “Really?”

Bronwyn was the first to pull herself up to her feet now and lean back against the apron for a breather before pulling Jasmine up to her feet and rolling her back into the ring. Bronwyn slid in after her and waited, watching Jasmine’s position as she got up before running when Jasmine was on her knees and went for the Cauldron Stirrer but Jasmine leaned forward to let the knee sail right over her. As Bronwyn spun around, Jasmine kicked up her legs and caught her in a headscissor. Jasmine used her leg strength to sling Bronwyn down to the mat. As Bronwyn rolled over onto her front, this time she dug into her gear again, producing another handful of Magic Powder. Fans that saw this began to boo and Bronwyn spun around, ready to throw it but stopped short when she found the referee in between her and Jasmine. Yelling for her to get out of the way, Bronwyn grabbed the referee by the shirt and shoved her aside, cocking back and slinging her arm forward to throw another handful of powder in Jasmine’s eyes. But Jasmine was up too with her father’s sledge handle in hand and swung a homerunner right at Bronwyn’s arm, causing the powder to fly into her own eyes instead! Bronwyn staggered back and grabbed at her eyes as Jasmine cocked back with the sledge handle and brought down in an overhead swing. WHACK!!!! The crowd reacted emphatically from the sound of the strike as Bronwyn wavered on her feet, looking more out of it than anything. Jasmine slung the sledge handle aside, stepping back and ran in again, this time, bringing her foot up with the ICE COLD!!!!! SMACK!!!!! Bronwyn Good hit the mat on her back and Jasmine collapsed over the woman to make the cover as the referee scrambled over for the count.


ARDEN: “Here is your winner!!And...number one contender to the Silver Mountain Championship! JASMINE…”THE FANGED ROSE”...MATTHEWS!!”

HANSON: “And Jasmine Matthews avenges The Kingdom for weeks of torment at the hands of the Salem Witch!”

AUGUSTINO: “As any good Queen should for her people! AND, Nicky…”

HANSON: “AND...she will go onto WrestleWar XVI to face the winner of tonight’s Silver Mountain Championship match! Who will it be? Will Rick Dickulous retain or will Eavan Maloney conquer the Mountain?”

AUGUSTINO: “Whoa, Nicky! Watch out! Bronwyn!”

Inside the ring, Bronwyn Good, furious at her loss, got up to her feet and hit a blatant chop block in the back of Jasmine’s knee, bringing the woman down to the mat. Clearly furious, Bronwyn pounced on the woman, throwing right hands down at her face. The boos turned into cheers of relief then as, of all people, Erin Mercer - well known as Bronwyn’s girlfriend - came running full sprint to the ring. The redhead baseball slid into the ring and grabbed Bronwyn around the shoulders and torso from behind, pulling her off of Jasmine Matthews.

HANSON: “Oh thank god! Here’s Erin Mercer! We know her and Bronwyn Good are close. Maybe she can talk some sense into her!”

AUGUSTINO: “Didn’t she try already?”

HANSON: “True, but you know Erin’s no quitter in anything! Look what she went through trying to help Alex Brody.”

Erin Mercer and Bronwyn Good actually looked to be arguing, flat out, as Jasmine Matthews pulled herself to her feet. As Jasmine approached, Erin spun around to stop her with her hands up, pleading for the Fanged Rose to just calm down. Jasmine pointed in Erin’s face then passed her, at Bronwyn, yelling back at the redhead. Erin remained calm and humble, asking Jasmine to back off. When Bronwyn started to get fired up again, Erin turned back to her and cupped her face with her hands, talking her down gently. This looked like it calmed Bronwyn down some as Erin leaned in and brushed their noses together. To ensure Bronwyn was relaxed, Erin shamelessly pressed her lips to her girlfriend’s right there in the ring. When the kiss was done, Erin smiled adoringly at her Witch and could be seen saying “I love you.”

AUGUSTINO: “Well shit, she did it! She actually did it!”

HANSON: “I told you, Miranda. Never underestimate Erin Mer--”

Then to the shock of everyone watching, Erin Mercer spun back and caught Jasmine Matthews with a superkick that knocked her flat on the mat. The crowd practically blew the roof off of the arena as NFW’s popularly known Red Queen of Rock and Roll stood over Jasmine Matthews with an uncharacteristically wicked smile on her red lips. Beside her, Bronwyn Good stepped up, chuckling as if this was something she’d been expecting. She draped an arm around Erin’s shoulders, prompting Erin to turn Bronwyn’s head towards her and lay another kiss on her. This one, full on and much more passionate before the two turned their gazes down Jasmine Matthews again.

HANSON: “I CAN’T BELIEVE WHAT WE JUST WITNESSED AT THE HANDS OF ERIN MERCER!!!!”

AUGUSTINO: “WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?!”

HANSON: “WHO KNOWS?!”

As the two stood over Jasmine, looking ready to begin an actual two on one attack, however, the sound of the crowd giving a pop was enough to catch Bronwyn and Erin’s attention as they looked up towards the ramp just in time to see Kingdom Members, Bloody Fairytale come running down to the ring. Showered, changed out of their gear but ohhhh were they ready for another fight as they tore down the ramp and hit the ring. At the same time, Bronwyn and Erin broke off from Jasmine and slipped out, meeting up around at the ramp as Christina and Lilith immediately went to Jasmine to help her up. Both Tag Team Champions looked out at Bronwyn and Erin, mostly at Erin with shocked expressions of disbelief on their faces.

HANSON: “Lilith Meadows and Christina Olson can’t believe their eyes either!”

AUGUSTINO: “None of us can, Nicky! What the hell?! I...I-I...I can’t put it into words!!”

Outside the ring, Bronwyn and Erin held the other in each other’s arms, grinning coldly at the three Kingdom girls in the ring as before backing up the ramp while Christina Olson went to the ropes and began pointing and cursing Erin Mercer. Bronwyn laughed as Erin threw some words back at Christina before giving the middle finger as the cherry on top before she and Bronwyn took their leave through the curtain….








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The shot cuts to a wooden table out in front of a cornfield as a hand slams a bottle of product onto it as the final shot of the commercial.

HANSON: I tell ya, those guys.

AUGUSTINO: I need to try me some of that. Think they make Horchata flavor?

HANSON: What? Well, anyway, no time for that, we got the next match coming up! Here’s Roger Arden folks!

ARDEN
“The following contest is the Red Light Green Light Street Fight for the New Frontier Wrestling Silver Mountain Championship! The rules of the match are as follows.There are no disqualifications. There are no countouts. There are no submissions. And falls count anywhere in the building. There will be red spotlights circulating around inside and outside the building, and when the spotlight turns green, the participants will have two minutes to try to get a pinfall victory. Should the light turn red DURING a pinfall, the referee will stop the count and the match will continue.

Introducing first, the challenger... “


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. A sound of a very loud motorcycle can be heard as Eavan Maloney comes out on a black Harley-Davidson motorcycle, a leather vest and black helmet. She reaches back and holds up a barbed-wire crowbar as she rides down the ramp. The camera catches the back of the vest, the Shieldmaidens crest and markings on the kutte, and the words ‘Chaos & Malleus RIP’ airbrushed onto the helmet. Eavan gets off the bike and takes her helmet off and slides into the ring, getting up on all corners to a mixed reaction from the crowd. She jumps off the last corner and paces around the ring.

ARDEN
“She is the Steampunk Warrior, Eavan… Krigare… Maloney! And her opponent...”

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 in his trademark kilt and sees Eavan staring him down. He gives her a thumbs up, then holds his finger up in a sign of ‘wait a minute’ before going back through the curtain. Rick comes back out a minute later, balancing a streetlight on his chin just like the gif images he has been taunting Eavan with for the last month. Eavan rolls out of the ring and gets on her bike, revving the motor. With the crowd getting loud, Rick doesn’t see Eavan coming as she guns it up the ramp and narrowly misses Rick deliberately, causing Rick to drop the light, cracking the glass lights inside of it.

ARDEN: Representing the Great White North, weighing in at three hundred and seventy eight pounds! He is the NFW Silver Mountain Champion! RICK...DICKULOUS!!

HANSON: ROGER ARDEN’S STILL ANNOUNCING BUT I THINK THIS MATCH HAS ALREADY STARTED!

AUGUSTINO: YUP!!!


Eavan steps off the bike and grabs her crowbar, spinning it like a baton, before winding up to hit Rick, but Rick puts his arm in the way, the barbs ripping at the flesh before Rick throws it down the ramp. Eavan with quick kicks to the inside of Rick’s legs at the knee trying to weaken the big man’s stance, before Rick grabs her and delivers a belly-to-belly suplex onto the ramp!

HANSON: “This match is going to be bowling shoe ugly. Eavan is WAY out of her element here.”

AUGUSTINO: “Mami is a warrior, but you may well be right.”

Around the arena, spotlights start moving around before a green light lands on the entrance ramp. Rick goes to pick up a fallen Eavan but she pokes him in the eye and starts kicking rapidly at his knee again. As Rick is about to shake off the eye poke, Eavan pokes her a second time and crawls under the ring. Rick shakes it off as fans start pointing underneath the ring apron. Rick lifts up one curtain and can’t find her. He walks over to the second one and lifts it as Eavan crawls out from under the ring with the crowbar and whacks Rick behind the knee with it, before whacking him a few more times for good measure.

HANSON: “Eavan with that equalizer again.”

AUGUSTINO: “Cutting the mountain down to size. She warned Rick she wasn’t coming empty-handed.”

Eavan looks over at the entrance ramp and the green light and shakes her head no. She turns around just in time to see a chair coming at her, hitting her full-on to the face while Rick is on his good foot, staggering towards her, his other knee mangled and bloody. Eavan starts to stir, her face bloodied from the chair as Rick clocks her in the temple with a strike and Eavan goes down. Rick drags Eavan up the ramp just as the light goes back to red. Rick looks at the ring then up the ramp, throws Eavan over his shoulder and carries her backstage, a cameraman and a referee scrambling to catch up to them.

HANSON: “Have a seat indeed! Eavan’s bloodied up, Rick’s bloodied up. This is going to be a massacre.”

AUGUSTINO: “Imagine what’s going through (Jasmine or Cherry)’s mind watching this knowing they’re the next challenger!”

Backstage, Rick launches Eavan like a javelin into the side of a metal trash compactor, before hitting her with solid body shots, Eavan not able to protect herself. Rick goes to strike her again but Eavan simply drops to the floor, Rick’s fist connecting with steel and yells out. Eavan with kicks to the armpit before staggering off to look for another weapon. Rick follows her, before Eavan goes through the curtain again and goes into the crowd. She sees one of the spotlights suddenly go green near a set of stairs in the stands and runs towards it. As she sees Rick coming, Eavan staggers up the stairs and over the guardrail, crouched down behind the fans. When Rick gets close enough, Eavan leaps off, grabs Rick’s head and tucks her knees up trying for the NOLA Makeover but Rick catches her and slams her into the level divider and goes for a cover.


HANSON: “HOW did Eavan survive that?”

AUGUSTINO: “That’s the Warrior in her, Hanson. Refuses to quit! Go Mami!”

Rick picks her up again to drive her spine into the level divider again but Eavan with a low blow, followed by another kick to the mangled knee and Rick is down on one knee. NOLA Makeover! Rick falls back with Eavan on top of him!


The light turns red before Rick shoves Eavan off of him with authority, Eavan landing right back on the divider again. Rick gets to his feet, Eavan leaps off in a hurricanrana but Rick catches her again, Eavan hanging upside down off the head of Rick before Rick throws himself backwards and launches Eavan a solid fifteen feet into the crowd.

HANSON: “There was no protection there at all. That was concrete and metal stairs Eavan landed on. She has to be spent.”

AUGUSTINO: “I’ve seen matches she’s been in. She’s definitely hurting but if she gets into that mindset, her Warrior Mode as she calls it, Rick will be in for a long night.”

Eavan crawls herself back to ringside, Rick following suit. Eavan with a low dropkick sends Rick down, catching his chin on the barricade. Eavan looks under the ring and pulls out a table and slowly sets it up. She staggers over to where Rick is and grabs him by the beard and leads him up, slapping his face in the process. Rick shakes his head and starts getting angry. Eavan lets go and runs away, goading Rick to chase her. Seeing his frustration, Eavan occasionally runs back to him and slaps him again, goading Rick to keep up the chase around the ring. Eavan, remembering the table now coming up behind her, leaps up onto it, grabs Rick’s head again and nails a second NOLA Makeover, Rick now half-draped over the table. The crowd pops large as Eavan looks up at the turnbuckles and pulls herself up to the top rope. As she’s about to leap off, Rick is suddenly up on the apron, grabs her by the throat and launches Eavan onto the table, which doesn’t break!

HANSON: “And there, ladies and gentlemen, is why Rick Dickulous is as successful as he is. The man is a beast!”

AUGUSTINO: “Mami doesn’t look good at all. Those tables normally break from an impact like that, and Mami isn’t moving. Oh my God, oh fuck no!”

Eavan, lying out cold on the table, starts to give Rick an idea. Rick slaps the top turnbuckle as the crowd gasps. Rick slowly climbs up, turns around to face Eavan before flying off with a moonsault onto Eavan and the table, all three crumbling to the floor.

HANSON: “We need paramedics out here now! Brody needs to get this match ended!”

AUGUSTINO: “Mami! Wake up, sweetie! She already has neck issues, I have to check on her.”

Agents and security run down, Miranda throws off her headset and runs over, followed by paramedics as Rick gets to his feet, and Eavan is out. Her face still bloody, paramedics work on her to try to revive her. GMs Steven Brody and Isabella Santiago come down as well before Rick notices the spotlight turn green a few feet away. Rick starts shoving everybody aside, Miranda runs back to the announce table, and Rick drags a broken Eavan into the green light. The referee hesitates for a minute before running over, as Rick goes for the cover.


A soda cup comes flying and hits the referee square in the face. The referee stops the count, and Rick is livid! He gets up and looks around, trying to figure out what is going on as the light was still green. The referee is trying to clean his face and Rick grabs the referee by the collar and starts helping him. He asks the referee if he’s okay and the referee nods. Rick goes back to where Eavan is still laying and covers her again.


HANSON: “I’m not sure if that was luck on Eavan’s part or a stay of execution. This match has gone on long enough, Eavan is out cold and nobody is stopping the match.”

AUGUSTINO: “From what I was able to catch, Eavan is still conscious but barely. Rick is going to practically kill her at this rate.”

Rick gets to one knee, exhausted, his bad knee screaming at him in pain, as he turns to the audience. He notices a mousy blonde-haired girl in glasses trying to hide. Rick sees her and curls his finger at her, getting her to come to him. As Maxine shakes her head no, Eavan starts to stir, notices Maxine in trouble, looks over and sees her trusty crowbar handy, grabs it, pulls herself up by the barricade and whacks Rick in the back of the other knee with it, dropping it almost immediately. Rick’s leg gives out, but he pulls himself up as Eavan staggers towards him. While the camera didn’t quite see what happened, Eavan dropped again and is rolling around the floor in a fetal position.

HANSON: “What was that? Inverted atomic drop or something? I couldn’t really see what happened.”

AUGUSTINO: “THAT was basically a cunt punt! That’ll hurt for awhile.”

Rick staggers away and makes it to the stairs where he leans for a minute, as Eavan pulls herself up by the ring apron. She eyes Rick across from her and picks up the crowbar again. Rick sees Eavan coming and moves around the ring in the opposite direction where he’s now leaning against the announce table. The spotlight lands on the table and turns green.

Eavan lets out a yell, runs up the steps, across the apron, and stuns Rick with a crowbar shot across the temple! Rick stumbles onto the announce table, Eavan pulls herself back into the ring, climbs the turnbuckles, yells at the announce team to move, and dives off with a corkscrew 630 senton, landing on Rick and goes for the cover.


HANSON: “OH MY GOD!!! WHAT AN UPSET!”

AUGUSTINO: “MAMI DID IT! WHAT AN ENDING, WHAT A MATCH!”

ARDEN: “The winner of this match… and NEW Silver Mountain Champion… Eavan… KRIGARE… Maloney!”

As both competitors are laying on the announce table, William Mannheim comes out to check on the two of them, along with the paramedics again. As the two of them stir, they look out at the crowd before looking at each other and giving each other a weak high-five as Mannheim smiles on.


HANSON: Ladies and gentlemen, we hope you’ve enjoyed the event thus far.

AUGUSTINO: Been one hell of a show, so far, Nicky!

HANSON: Sure has! We’ve already seen two title matches and the champions have been presented with the newly designed title belts. At this point, we’d like to take you backstage as our divisional Television Champions, while not competing tonight, are presented with theirs! Let’s take it back to Amy Connors!

The camera jumps backstage where Amy Connors stands ready with the microphone. As it’s a pay per view, she’s wearing one of her finest formal attires. Makeup on. Hair done. Whole nine yards. Directly behind her, in front of a company logo backdrop are Commissioner Steven Brody, Women’s General Manager Isabella Santiago and the Television Champions of the two rosters, Timothy Hunt and Angel Kusanagi.

Amy: Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Amy Connors here, backstage with Commissioner Steven Brody and Women’s General Manager Isabella Santiago. We’re here to see the backstage presentation of the new Television Championship belts. Sir, Ma’am. The floor is yours.

Amy Connors steps aside to bring focus on the management pair and the respective champions. Steven Brody and Isabella Santiago each hold the newly designed title belts in their hands.

Brody: Thank you Amy. Timothy Hunt. King of Controversy. As Commissioner and owner of New Frontier Wrestling, it is my distinct pleasure to present you with the new NFW Television Championship.

Timothy Hunt takes the title from Steven Brody with a proud, infectious handsome smile. Both men hold onto the title as they look passed the camera where we can hear the snapping of camera shutters, immortalizing the moment. When they are finished, the camera shifts just slightly over to Women’s General Manager Isabella Santiago where she stands with Angel Kusanagi. Isabella stands with the new NFW Women’s Title, looking radiant as ever while Kusanagi is her ever usual quiet and brooding self. She is dressed in her usual street attire with the hood of her jacket over her head. Her breathing mask usually seen in her entrances covers the bottom half of her face.

Santiago: And of course, Angel Kusanagi. As the Women’s General Manager, on behalf of Commissioner Brody, it is my great pleasure to present you with the new NFW Women’s Television Championship.

Angel Kusanagi takes a moment to give a slight bow to the General Manager before reaching out to take the championship from her. We finally see her eyes under her hood and above her mask as she lifts her gaze to pose for that immortalizing photo. As the camera shutters begin to snap, however, both Angel’s and Isabella’s eyes widen for a brief second before SELA RICA-LARK walks into view of the camera. The shutters stop a moment as Sela and Angel's eyes meet. Sela sways in place with a light smile until her eyes land on the new Women's TV title. Her lips purse together until her eyes come back up.

HANSON: That’s Sela Rica-Lark! She was defeated by Angel Kusanagi last week in a title defense!

Angel glares at Sela and Isabella is just about to step in when Sela SLAMS right into Angel Kusanagi with a flurry of right hands to the face and head. Her left hand holds tight onto Angel’s jacket so that she can’t get away. The title belt falls to the floor as Sela backs Angel up with her vicious shots before grabbing her by the jacket with both hands and runs her into the backdrop curtain. The curtain collapses over the champion as she’s sent running into the wall behind it.

AUGUSTINO: What the hell is she doing?! Still sore over that loss there, sweetheart?!

HANSON: I-I don’t know!

Security staff rushes in and attempts to restrain Sela but she shakes them off and runs in, delivering a running knee to the side of Angel’s head as the woman makes it up to her knees. When they try to grab her again, she throws up her hands, showing she’s done. However, as one final order of business, she walks over and snatches up the Women’s TV Title before Isabella Santiago can pick it up. The Underground Queen locks eyes with the Women’s General Manager for a tense moment as she lifts the belt up beside her with a pat on her shoulder. Isabella just glares back at her as if silently asking her what nerve she has to ruin the small backstage ceremony. As Isabella reaches for the title, Sela pulls it out of her reach with a smirk before walking over to where Angel Kusanagi lays sprawled on the floor. She drops the title next to the motionless woman and gives her outstretched hand a nudge with her foot to confirm her unconsciousness. Seeing this, she smiles devilishly and walks out of the frame....