NFW Collision #60 - Morgantown, WV! 12/31/2019!

The camera sweeps high over the inside of the WVU Coliseum as the audience of Morgantown, West Virginia nearly drowns out the music. Fans are rocking their t-shirts and face paint as they hold their signs up above their heads while the camera captures the inside of the sold out arena. Finally then, the camera cuts over to the announce table where Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino are sitting at their table. Both are dressed in their usual attires in addition to Miranda having a New Year’s Eve party hat on her head. There’s also horns, whistles and champagne bottles.


Nick Hanson: GOOD EVENING LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND WELCOME TO EPISODE 60 OF NFW TUESDAY COLLISION! IT! IS! THE FINAL EPISODE OF 2019!

Miranda Augustino: SIMÓN CARNAL! LET’S PARTY, CABRÓNS!

Miranda shakes up one of the bottles of champagne, pops the cork and attempts to chug the contents. The result is, needless to say, borderline...suggestive, as it soaks Miranda’s face and shirt. She still manages to get most of the foaming champagne into her mouth. When she finishes, she toasts the bottle with a wink and sips from the remaining contents as Nick Hanson just stares at her. Miranda pushes wet hair out of her face and just stares at him.

Miranda Augustino: What?

She offers the bottle to him.

Nick Hanson: No, thank you.

Miranda Augustino: More for me then.

Miranda continues to drink while Nick shakes his head and continues the introduction.

Nick Hanson: Well! Anyway! We thank you for joining us ladies and gentlemen. We thank you all who have been with us whether it’s the entire year or just part of it, we’ve all made this journey together. This is our final show of the year 2019. We are two weeks away from Wrestle War Sixteen but we’ve got two more shows to go before we kick off the seasonal year with the biggest show NFW has to offer. You know, Miranda, next year’s gonna be pretty historic.

Miranda Augustino: Oh yeah? Why’s that?

Nick Hanson: Word around the grapevine is we’re gonna be having two Wrestle Wars!

Miranda spits a mouthful of champagne out in front of her and her monitor shorts out. She looks at Nick Hanson in shock and disbelief.

Miranda Augustino: Que?!

Nick Hanson takes a moment to register that she just broke a monitor then looks at her, shrugging it off.

Nick Hanson: Yup! I was asked by Mr. Brody and Ms. Santiago to inform the fans. Wrestle War Sixteen will take place as advertised, January 14th. However! They’re switching up the schedule to end the year from here on out with Wrestle War so we’ll also have, on December 22nd of 2020, Wrestle War Seventeen!

Miranda Augustino: The hell are we gonna do in January in 2021, then?!

Nick Hanson shrugs.

Nick Hanson: Time will tell, Miranda! But let’s not forget about tonight, folks! We have a stacked card, as always. We have our Television Titles on the line. Keiji Sugiwara defends against Charles O’Brien. Angel Kusanagi defends against Ebony Arceri. We’ve got round 5 of the Best of 7 Series between The Kingdom’s Lluvia Cane and SBS’s Masami Nishikiyama. We’re also gonna see Starlight taking on Lara Bratton.

Miranda Augustino: Pinche loca thinks she’s defending a championship, tonight. Yo, what is wrong with that girl, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: I don’t know. What’s wrong with a lot of people on the roster? Hell, what’s wrong with The Ringmistress?

Miranda Augustino: Hey! Watch it, fucker!

Nick Hanson: Oh! I didn’t mean...I forgot you were…

Miranda Augustino: I’mma let that one go since you’re my colleague but there ain’t a damn thing wrong with her. She is a little angel!

Nick Hanson: You have my apologies, Miranda.

Miranda Augustino: Right. Anyway.

Nick Hanson: Yes, then we have our main event folks, we’re gonna see tag team action in the form of the Skillz Vendorz versus Kawaii Trash Pandas Go!

Miranda Augustino: You say that so fucking weird. You need to ask Angel Kusanagi to help your ass translate.

Nick Hanson: I’m afraid she’d claw my face off, Miranda. But yes, folks, those two teams will be our main event. KTPG is putting their number one contendership to the Tag Team Titles at WrestleWar on the line! We can hardly believe it, but it was a volunteer choice by Arley Kirk and Super Tiger.

Miranda Augustino: But first! Fiiiiiiiiiirst...we got our opener, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Haha, yes we do Miranda. I know you’ve been waiting on this since it was announced. Here in a few moments, ladies and gentlemen we have one hell of an NFW debut. We’re gonna see Dennis Stowand in his second ever NFW match. His opponent? Making his first appearance in an NFW ring, multi time champion and renowned superstar. The Most Dangerous Man In Wrestling...Erik Holland...is here in the New Frontier, and he has come to spread violence! Don’t turn the channel, people. We’re about to kick off the final episode of 2019 in a big way! Here we go! Once again, welcome to New Frontier Wrestling’s Tuesday Collision!
We open up in the darkness where we see a carnival like setup with a massive, black tent in the middle of the setup. We hear the dark carnival music playing and sick, twisted laughing as the lights blink and flash and we see Vanita starting to approach the carnival. Vanita was approaching slowly, cautiously. She was searching for her boyfriend Darius Crowley. Her fist was balled up, ready to swing incase someone ambushed her. She suddenly heard laughter, one that’s familiar as the Ringmistress shows up at the entrance, but far enough back so as to not get attacked right away. She looks at Vanita and jumps up and down for joy as she looks at the woman.

Ringmistress: You showed showed up! We’ll lead you to your boy soon soon enough!

Vanita growled low. Her eyes looked around for any sign of anyone else.

Vanita Thompson: Now, or else you won’t be making a return.

Ringmistress skipped away happily as she looked back at Vanita and waved her into the carnival.

Ringmistress: Follow me to get to him!

Vanita took a deep breath in, looked down at her feet then slowly followed her into something she knew was a diversion. However, she was wondering exactly what people wanted with her.
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your opening match up, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the manager, representing the Shieldmaidens, THIS! is Lyal "LYRIC" Allllennnnn! She represents from SILENT HILL, weighing 281 pounds, ERIK! HOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLANNNNND!”

"Will you tell these fools I'm not crazy! Make them listen to me before it's too late!"

The arena suddenly goes completely pitch black.

"Listen to me. PLEASE listen. If you don't, if you won't...if you fail to understand, then the same incredible terror that's menacing me will STRIKE AT YOU!"

Feedback begins to flow over the PA as the crowd grows silent and focused on the now-smoky entrance way. Corey Taylor begins to, in a choked voice, mutter out the first few words of "Solway Firth". As the song ever so slowly builds to a crescendo, the lights begin to grow more frantic.

"Solway Firth" then EXPLODES over the PA, kicking up an air-raid siren like red strobe light that pulses slowly but angrily on stage. Lyal "Lyric" Allen bursts through the curtain first, rocking her latest outrageous makeup and costume, waving to the crowd and bouncing all over the stage like a superball, then heading for the center of the stage as she sees her beloved Erik Holland advancing slowly onto the stage. Erik Holland slowly turns around once on stage, taking it all in, and then locks those hateful eyes with the ring, his fists flexing, eyes full of intensity. Lyric wraps her arms around him whispering something into his ear, then points at the ring, unleashing her charge to head for the squared circle. Holland seems to be unaware of the LOUD, but arguably mixed reaction that greets him as he heads for the ring, touching fists with those fans that are loyal to him, even going head to head with some, and ignoring those that are booing.

Erik and Lyric stop as they get to ringside, Lyric grabbing him by the mask and pulling him down for a kiss and final instructions before sending him careening under the bottom rope. He lunges at the referee and/or the ring announcer, ending up sticking his head and upper body through the top and middle ropes, just staring out at the roiling, moshing swarm of fans as if he were an animal that just got let off it's leash. Lyric struts over and undoes his entrance mask, kissing him one more time before allowing him to mug for the camera, spitting threats at his opponent (or maybe the cameraman, too) and riling the crowd up even more before he goes to each turnbuckle, acknowledging them with raised arms.

Finally as the chaos comes to a close, Holland falls back against a turnbuckle pad with his ass on the mat, muttering to himself, muttering maybe to no one in particular with a thousand yard stare just locked onto the entryway. The lights return to normal as the crowd brings up one last roar, ready for the fight.

"Hungry Like The Wolf" starts up as Dennis strolls out in his usual track jacket. He makes his way down with a snarky smile, ready to kill. He gets to the ring and hops in. Taking off his jacket.

Roger Arden: His opponent! From Brighton, England! Weighing in at two hundred and ten pounds. He is The Premier Bad Boy...DENNIS...STOWAND!!


Nick Hanson: And here we go, folks! Dennis Stowand versus the Maniac in Black, Erik Holland!

Miranda Augustino: How do you fight a guy that size, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: Well, remember Stowand’s a shoot fighter.

As Dennis Stowand comes out of the corner towards his opponent, Erik Holland grabs the ropes and pulls himself up where he meets Stowand dead center of the ring. Dennis looks for a way to approach his opponent which clearly outsizes him by about five inches and outweighs him by seventy pounds. Stowand goes to initiate a lockup. Holland meets him with it but just uses his power to shove Stowand back across the mat. Stowand rolls backwards and comes up onto one knee, looking at his opponent with a bit of a surprised look in his eyes. Holland just glowers at him, wanting to actually get the fight going. A buzz rolls through the crowd at the display of power from Holland, mixed with support in Stowand’s corner, urging him to not let that get to him. Stowand stands back up and comes back to the center. The two locked up again, collar and elbow. Stowand tries to push back against Holland. The bigger man moves about one step before he starts pushing back and powers Stowand into a corner.

Holland goes for a big overhead forearm but Stowand slips out of the way and Holland ends up stepping right into the corner, himself. Stowand immediately starts delivering stiff kicks to the knees from behind as Holland starts turning around. He’s definitely feeling those knee shots though. Stowand moves to open palm, Catch Style strikes to the neck and face of Holland. Stowand’s digging in with the shots, but Holland’s just looking more pissed off than anything. Stowand finally catches Holland with a European Uppercut and Holland gets a wild look in his eye. Stowand dashes across the ring and pushes off with a foot on the turnbuckle. He launches himself into a sprint back towards his opponent. Holland explodes out of the corner and NAILS him with a lariat that knocks him inside out.

Nick Hanson: WHOA, MAN!!!!

Miranda Augustino: Chiiingaaaaaa!

Outside of the ring, Lyric bounces excitedly, cheering Erik on. When she notices the camera directly on her, she puts on a sweet smile and waves, giving a playful little shimmy of her hips. Back inside the ring, Erik Holland comes to stand over Dennis Stowand as he’s pushing himself back up. Holland reaches down and grabs Stowand around the waist, delivering a massive gutwrench suplex, tossing Stowand across the ring. This time, Stowand lands in a roll where he pops up onto his feet. As Holland sits up out of the suplex delivery, Stowand runs in and delivers a shoot kick right to the spine. Holland flinches but his reaction is mostly an angry growl as he looks up at his opponent.

Not letting the intimidating factor get to him, Stowand runs off the ropes and delivers another shoot kick square to the padded chest of the bigger man. Holland flexes his fists, seething through the impact as he finally starts to get up. As he does, Stowand hits the ropes again. Holland makes it to his feet and swings for a lariat but Stowand dips underneath the arm. Stowand comes off the ropes a second time and Holland goes for a back elbow but again, Stowand evades. This time, after coming off the ropes, Stowand delivers a basement dropkick to Holland’s feet and the big man goes down, eating the mat. Stowand capitalizes as he kips to his feet, runs in and delivers another basement dropkick to the side of the head, forcing Holland onto his back where Stowand goes for the cover.


Holland is able to just throw Stowand off of him and get to his feet. As he comes at Stowand again, the British athlete slips around behind him and catches him in a rear waistlock. Holland braces his feet as Stowand looks to go for a German Suplex. As Holland has made himself dead weight, however, Stowand has trouble getting him off his feet. Holland then grabs him by the wrists and quite simply powers out of his grip, pulling his arms open. Holland gets free and spins around for a discus lariat but once again, Stowand runs under his arm and takes to the ropes. This time, he comes charging right at his opponent and Holland just catches him in his arms, essentially tilt-a-whirling him and then some around over his head before delivering a spinning sitout side slam, flattening Stowand right into the mat.

Nick Hanson: OHH!!!! HE CALLS THAT THE CHOPPING MALL!!!!!

Holland sits up, snarling like an uncaged animal and gives the signal. Time to end it. He gets to his feet promptly and pulls the stunned Stowand up with him by the air. The referee warns him about the hair pulling but it doesn’t last long as, once he has his opponent vertical again, Holland scoops him up across his shoulders. Fans in the audience who know what’s coming give an approving pop. A quick shot of the audience shows them all doing Erik Holland’s taunt. Lyric is at ringside, clapping and cheering as well. Holland wastes no time and DRILLS Dennis Stowand with his finishing Death Valley Driver, head first into the mat before going for the cover, pressing his weight down on the man with his hands across his chest. He doesn’t even hook the leg.

Miranda Augustino: AYYYEEEE!!!!

Nick Hanson: TOXIC AVENGER!!! COVER!!!


Roger Arden: Here is your winner….ERIK….HOLLAAAAAAAAAAAAAND!!!!!

Solway Firth resumes throughout the arena as Holland simply sits back and sneers down at his vanquished opponent. Lyric comes into the ring and only then does he get to his feet to embrace his girlfriend and manager.

Nick Hanson: Well! Welcome to New Frontier, Erik Holland! I’d call that a statement, Mir!

Miranda Augustino: Yeah, no shit!

After celebrating with Lyric, Erik Holland yanks his arm away from the referee and talks more trash into the camera, sending his message. He’s here. He’s hungry for a fight. This is his domain now. The shot fades away as Holland and Lyric leave the ring, heading up the main ramp. He gives more fist bumps to his loyal fans as he departs.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is Round 5 of a Best of 7 Series!

"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.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Laredo, Texas! Weighing in at one hundred thirty three pounds! She represents The Kingdom...the Cherokee Princess...LLUVIA…..CAAAAAAAAAANE!!!

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

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: Her opponent! 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, joined by the rest of SBS who trail behind her to give their competing member the focus of the camera, even though Masami doesn't even pay attention to the. 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. The rest of SBS join her; Kaede stepping daintily up the stairs and under the middle rope. Yuka runs and slides in parallel to the bottom rope. Kayako climbs up onto the apron around the side, 'slipping' with one foot and catching herself. She sticks her hand to her lips - 'oopsie!' SBS' manager and other members join Masami in the center of the ring for their pose before they all give their friend a fist bump and leave the ring to her as she backs into her corner, handing her towel off to Kaede.


Even before the bell had rung, Masami and Lluvia were already angrily charging toward one another, with Cane catching Nishiki's arm as she threw a hard right hand and converting into an arm wringer. Nishiki struggled, yet she managed to reverse the arm wringer on Cane and convert for a top wristlock. Lluvia struggled to find her footing as Masami charged toward the ropes, using them to illegally provide more leverage to the top wristlock. The referee counted to three before suddenly, Masami released the hold and issued a devastating downward chop! Cane fell to her knees clutching at her chest, wide eyed.

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!

The fans started to BOO as Nishiki kicked Cane in the ribs stiffly and then proceeded to mount her back and rain down hard elbow strikes. Lluvia Cane had no choice but to cover up, Nishiki using the opportunity and her strength to wrap her arms around Lluvia's waist and hoist her into a sharp German suplex! Hands still locked around the waist, the fan volume elevated as Nishiki managed to wrench her up again, but this time Cane landed on her feet and landed a precision missile dropkick, felling Nishiki like a ton of bricks. Cover!


Kick out by Nishiki, yet she seems dazed as Cane is able to slowly drag her to a standing position and Irish whip her into the corner, Nishiki hitting fairly hard and slumping a little. Cane got a pop as she ran in for a big boot but Masami sidestepped and left Cane hung over the top rope! German suplex, bridge by Nishiki!


Narrow kick out by Lluvia Cane! Both women are clearly exhausted and the referee got to a count of six before either of them got to a kneeling position, where Nishiki cried out and nailed Lluvia with a kneeling forearm! Lluvia came to her senses and responded with a kneeling european uppercut! This went back and forth for over a minute, the crowd getting hotter and hotter with each resounding whack as Cane and Nishiki wailed on each other! Masami finally got the better of it when she let out another roar and rocked Lluvia with a headbutt. As soon as Cane slumped, Nishiki locked in her full Nelson! Cane appeared done for as Nishiki dragged her to her feet..

The fans were rabid as they saw Lluvia Cane hoisted up into the Nishiki driver but she broke free and flipped out! Masami in a daze! ANGELIC RETRIBUTION! Down goes Masami! Cane barely makes it for a cover before collapsing!


Roger Arden: Here is your winner...The Cherokee Princess...LLUVIA….CAAAAAAAAANE!

Nick Hanson: And that puts Lluvia Cane at 2 and 3 in this series! She just needs to survive for two more matches and she can come back from what’s been a somewhat uphill battle.

Miranda Augustino: But if Masami wins one more match, this series goes to her, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Indeed it does, Miranda. Indeed, it does.

Lluvia Cane continues celebrating in the ring as Masami watches from the corner, holding herself in pain and exhaustion. What has gotten into her opponent? Where has this fire come from? Nishikiyama rolls out of the ring and departs up the back ramp as Lluvia celebrates. When Masami looks back towards the ring, Lluvia’s watching her and holds up two fingers with a smirk. She only needs two more victories. Masami holds up a single index finger with a snarling grin on her face. She only needs one more, still. She points at Lluvia and nods. She sees her fire and she wants more of it. We faded out as Masami backs up the ramp and Lluvia continues her celebration.

We come back to the carnival where we see Vanita walking around, wandering through the carnival. The eerie music, laughing, and voices filling the air as she came up to a house of mirrors. There, she saw the Ringmistress standing at the entrance. She motioned to Vanita to come in.

Ringmistress: Follow follow me if you want to get to Darius! Soon you’ll hear what we want want and you’ll just need to accept!

Vanita looked around at all of the mirrors, then back to her with a scowl on her face. She closed her eyes, a slight shaking of her head happening before another deep breath.

Vanita Thompson: The games better end soon little girl. My patience is very frail as is and if it doesn’t cease and I get this resolved, I will end up resolving it my way.

She cracked her knuckles before stepping forward, following her further into what she deemed madness. Ringmistress giggled and skipped through the house of mirrors, looking back at Vanita. As they walked through, images began appearing on the mirrors of Darius. He was tied up, bloodied, beaten, but not out. He was clearly breathing heavily as looked down at the ground.

Ringmistress: Awe, he’s been so so defiant since we took took him!

Every picture made Vanita’s heart skip a beat. The more she saw, the quieter she got. After a moment, she stopped, slowly wiping a tear from her face before starting up her walk again.

Vanita Thompson: That is Darius. He is a fighter for certain.

Her eyes took in one particular picture. She softly nodded to herself and she kept on following. Ringmistress skipped on and as they continued through the house, the images of Darius turned to those of clowns dancing and taunting Vanita little bit. Ringmistress stopped once again and laughed at the display as she too began to dance with the images.

Vanita stopped, froze and balled her fists up. She closed her eyes, taking a few deep breaths before launching her fist right for one of the mirrors. The glass shattered, falling to the floor. Her left hand bled, and all she did was glare very slowly at the clowns and girl.

Vanita Thompson: Now, take me to him before faces start looking like the mirror.

Her tone was real low, and she waited impatiently for the next move to be made.

Ringmistress: Oh, we are almost done done playing! Just one more stop before we get to him!

Ringmistress laughs as she runs off through the house and out of the entrance and disappeared into the darkness.

Vanita just stood there. She watched which way she went and slowly followed. She was growing very fed up very quickly. She came out from the entrance, losing sight and not sure of where the girl disappeared.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Television Championship!

The music slowly starts as orange, white and green lights flash. Across the screen we see scenes of Charles training and wrestling, then an Irish flag and the words The Irish Rebel Charles O’Brien flashes across the screen.

The crowd cheers as Charles walks out onto the entrance ramp and smiles he throws his arms wide open and then heads toward the ring greeting the fans before sliding under the bottom rope and waiting for his opponent.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, the challenger. From Dublin, Ireland...weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds...he is The Rebel...CHARLES...O’BRIEN!!!!

As the lights began to flicker, Dragonforce’s “Operation Ground and Pound” filled the arena and the fans were on their feet for their newly crowned - as of last week - Television Champion. However, rather than the man’s usual amped up entrance where he comes bounding through the curtain, hyping everyone up, the man comes out from behind the curtain, rubbing his eyes groggily. Over his shoulder is the NFW Television Championship and Keiji’s stuffed monkey, Stanley in his other hand. The crowd pops and laughs as he spreads out his arms in greeting to them. He’s also wearing...yes, he IS going to wrestle in that pink My Little Pony onesie!!

Nick Hanson: Well...I guess he wasn’t kidding about his gear, huh?

Miranda Augustino: Maybe? I mean...maybe he has it on under that...thing...and it’s all just another Keiji prank….

Keiji makes his way down the ramp, using his free hand to slap hands with the crowd. On one instance, he stops to pose for a selfie with a little kid. He makes Stanley give the kid a hug before continuing towards the ring.

Roger Arden: His opponent! From Osaka, Japan! Weighing in at two hundred and two pounds--

Keiji quickly lifts Stanley again and holds him up to Roger Arden, shouting something. Arden stares at him, perplexed as always before continuing.

Roger Arden: “--being accompanied to the ring by Stanley...he is the NFW Television Champion! The Last Emperor! KEIJI...SUGIIIIIIIWARAAAAAAAAA!”

Keiji reaches the ring and sets Stanley in his corner where he can be heard telling him to stay put and watch his back for him. He rolls into the ring, coming up to his feet and climbs the turnbuckle, holding the coveted prize of this match high into the air. Keiji climbs back down and hands the belt off to the referee before going back to his corner and hopping on his feet like a boxer. It looks absolutely hilarious and ridiculous seeing as he’s wearing pink pajamas with the hood up. Oddly enough, Keiji looks serious and ready to go.


Keiji and Charles are in the ring as the ref presents the Television Title to the fans before handing it off and calling for the bell. The two men look at each other, exchanging a fist bump in the middle of the ring before breaking apart and circling the ring. Charles, being the bigger man comes right for Keiji who ducks under the attempt to grapple the smaller man. Keiji hits the ropes, looking a little ridiculous in his attire for the night with the pink “My Little Pony” onsie he has on. He comes off the ropes and slides under the legs of Charles and grabs the bigger man by the ankles and trips him up, dropping him face first to the mat. Keiji stands up, hitting the ropes and delivering a basement dropkick to Charles as he begins to try and get up. Keiji then hooks the leg and goes for a quick cover.


Keiji grabs Charles and pulls him up to his feet. He tries to send Charles into the corner, but Charles reverses it. Keiji hits the corner and Charles comes charging in. Keiji gets his boots up and drives them into the face of Charles before hopping up to the second rope and launching himself and delivering a Tornado DDT! Keiji then grabs Charles and tries to pick him up. Keiji struggles a little bit and grabs at his back, playing it up as the crowd laughs and is delighted given the goofy circumstances of his attire and everything. He tries again and this time he’s able to lift the bigger man up and deliver a brainbuster. Keiji scrambles into another cover.


Keiji once again picks Charles up and again, tries to send the larger man into the corner. Charles just plants his feet and blocks the attempt. He looks at Keiji and smiles as the Television Champion looks at him, his expression changing a little bit. Charles then lets out a loud roar to mock a bear and this alone scares Keiji a little bit. He breaks his grip and scrambles to the outside. He looks up at Charles and yells something to the larger man who just shrugs his shoulders and sits down on the middle rope, motioning for Keiji to get back into the ring.

Keiji slowly makes his way back up to the apron and into the ring. As he gets inside, Charles grabs Keiji by the wrist and pulls him in for a short arm clothesline. He maintains wrist control as he picks Keiji up and sends him into the ropes. Keiji comes off the ropes and is met with a big boot to the face by Charles. Charles picks Keiji up one more time and delivers a Samoan Suplex before going for a cover.


Charles picks Keiji up and sends him into the corner once again. Charles comes charging in and delivers a spear in the corner that looks like it cuts Keiji in half. Charles then grabs Keiji and brings him out of the corner and delivers a brainbuster of his own. Charles then grabs Keiji and picks him up. Charles hits the ropes and goes for a running knee strike, but Keiji is able to avoid it and deliver a Pelee kick that drops Charles to a knee. Keiji then follows it up with a thrusting side kick that drops Charles to the mat fully. Keiji runs around the ring a little before stopping and shaking the top rope, and then looking at Charles who is already back up to a knee. Keiji looks shocked and he exaggerates the expression a little bit as he stands in awe.

As he does this, Charles gets back up to his feet. Keiji comes charging in, only to be dropped with a back elbow. He drops to the mat and scrambles towards the ropes and holds onto them as Charles comes towards him. Keiji tells the ref that Charles needs to back up as he holds onto the bottom rope for dear life with his arms and legs hugging it. Once Charles backs up, Keiji comes out of the ropes and gets back up to his feet. He once again charges in and this time, he gets hit with a superkick from Charles who then hits the ropes and delivers a shoulder tackle before picking Keiji up and delivering a Vertibreaker and finishing off the combo for the Booty Trap! Charles drops into the cover and hooks the leg.


Roger Arden: Here is your winner and NEEEEEEWWW NFW Television Champion! The Rebel...CHARLES...O’BRIEN!!!!

Nick Hanson: He won the shot in a battle royal and he made good on his word to make it count! Charles O’Brien, folks! 35 year old rookie AND your new TV Champion!

Miranda Augustino: I still think Papi’s dudes, one of them shoulda had it but meh.

Nick Hanson: Of course you do. Say what’s that box you got? Is that jewel---

Miranda Augustino: Shh! Hush, Nicky. We’re on air.

Nick Hanson: Well, who’s it f--

Miranda Augustino: Callete la boca, chingara!

As Miranda hushes Nick at the table, Charles O’Brien celebrates with his new and first championship. An exhausted Keiji Sugiwara pulls himself to his feet. O’Brien immediately shakes the man’s hand and the two hug it out before Keiji lifts Charles arm up. In the other hand, he raises up Stanley as the shot cuts away.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship!

As the vocals to Blackbriar’s “Fractured Fairytale” kick in, the lights go out except for a soft white light on the stage. As the music picks up, Ebony bursts through the curtain, scanning the crowd before letting out a primal scream. She then heads toward the ring, high-fiving the fans as she goes. As she makes her way up the ring steps, she pauses, gripping the ringpost and leaning back, looking out toward the crowd before she walks along the ring apron. After vaulting over the top rope, she climbs the turnbuckle, saluting the crowd one more time before hopping down to wait for the match to begin.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, she is the challenger! From Manhattan Beach, California. Weighing in at one hundred twenty five pounds. THIS IS...EBONY...ARRRRRRRRCERIIIIIIII!!!

Nick Hanson: Ebony has a chance, Miranda, to break the streak of Angel Kusanagi and prevent her from catching up to former Women’s TV Champion, Eavan Maloney.

Miranda Augustino: If she protects Mami’s streak, I’ll buy her a beer!

As the opening riff to SiM's "DiAMOND" the lights around the stage take on a flashing strobe effect. Smoke fills the entryway as the word KUSANAGI appears up on the video wall in the form of purple broken glass.

I see diamonds in the sky
Diamonds in the sky

The things in my eyes just slowly fade away
This pain never does me wrong so I will not stray
Should I stay here and pray to a stature in a shade?
I worry about today, not the next decade

From the curtain, Angel Kusanagi bursts out, throwing it aside as she jogs out onto the stage in her hooded robe over her gear. Angel slows to a steady stroll as she paces on the stage, looking around at the crowd from under her hood. There's a wild look in her eyes as she takes in the sight of the audience before focusing her attention down at the ring. Around her waist, the NFW Women’s Television Title rests on display.

Let me up off my knees
I still believe there’s something I need see
Fly through the trees, over the seas
Searching everywhere to be free again

After a moment, Angel's eyes narrow under hood in a clear demented yet gleeful smile. Without any excessive theatrics, Angel steps forward, making her way down the ramp with her wicked gaze locked on the ring ahead of her.

Tell me, what do you see (when you see me)?
Tell me, what do you see (when you see me)?
Don’t call me a monster
I’ve just got my wings

Yeah, I got the wings
Yeah, I got the wings on my back now
Yeah, I got the wings, got the wings on my back

Angel reaches the ring, running and sliding in under the bottom rope where she pops up onto one knee in the center. In this position, she lifts her head and watches the audience (or her opponent if she enters second) with cold calculation and focus. One hand comes up and removes her mask from her face, revealing a cold smile before she rises and backs into her corner, removing the rest of her entrance gear.

The referee takes the title from Angel Kusanagi and shows it to Ebony Arceri. She then holds it up into the air to display to the crowd. Next, she hands the title off to the timekeeper and calls for the bell.


Nick Hanson: Here we go folks! Women’s Television Title on the line! Say, Mir, Angel’s looking pretty fit lately huh?

Miranda Augustino: I know right?! Look at her! Girl’s been pumping iron or something! She filled out more!

Nick Hanson: We’ll see how it affects her in-ring ability.

Ian Dickenson is in Ebony’s corner, watching intently and offering some last minute encouragement to his lady. Ebony Arceri and Angel Kusanagi approach the center of the ring and start circling. The two women lock up and Angel immediately crosses one arm over to lock into her own wrist. This puts her forearm right against Ebony’s face, pressing the bony portion of her arm against the woman’s cheek and jaw. Not an illegal maneuver but very uncomfortable. The commentary team remarks how this cross-over tie up isn’t seen as often in today’s wrestling anymore. Angel pushes Ebony back into the ropes and really presses in with the forearm as commentary wonders where she picked it up from. Referee Akiyama starts to call for the break and begins her count. Angel and Ebony release each other as Angel puts up her hands and steps back. Ebony braces for what she thinks is going to be a chop to the chest as Angel lifts her hand but the defending champion simply pats her on the face before running that hand down her collar bone...sensually. The crowd reacts with amusement, knowing this is Angel’s game. Ebony has a look on her face like ‘what the hell just happened?’

Angel steps back, grinning and licking her upper lip and motions for Ebony to bring it on. Ebony steps away from the ropes and meets Angel in the center again. They circle around before locking up again. Ebony grabs one of Angel’s wrists and catches her in a wristlock. Ebony wrenches back on the wrist, causing a look of pain across Angel’s face until she reaches up and manages to reverse the wristlock into an arm wringer. Ebony grimaces through it and rolls forward to release the tension on her shoulder. She manages to twist around and catch Angel in a rear waistlock. Ebony looks to be going for a German Suplex but Angel braces her feet and slips her thumbs under Ebony’s wrists and pushes her arms down around her hips, breaking the grip she has. Angel sidesteps and catches Ebony in a side headlock, wrenching it in tight. Angel keeps it locked in tight as Ebony struggles against it and the referee checks if she wants to give up or not. Eventually, Ebony manages to slip her head free and shoves Angel into the ropes.

Angel comes off of the ropes and runs back in barreling right into Ebony with a shoulder block. This puts the two women face to face with Angel being the first one to start the trash talk. Ebony starts throwing it right back at Angel until the Japanese woman points to the ropes and yells for her to come on. Ebony raises her eyebrows, nodding and comes off one side, runs back and slams into Angel with a shoulder block of her own. Angel staggers but gets right back in Ebony’s face. The two are practically equal in both height and weight so it’s like a standoff. Now it’s Ebony’s turn to point to the ropes and see if she can stand against Angel’s force again. Angel starts getting fired up, nodding before she ran off the ropes and came right back at Ebony, full force. The defending champion slams into her challenger, rocking the woman back just to have her get right back in her face and tell her she’s going to have to hit harder than that. Angel points to the ropes again then motions with her hands, going wide eyed at Ebony with a big “come on” for the woman to bring it. Ebony builds up a head of steam, and charges for the ropes. This time Angel explodes into a dash right on the woman’s heels and as she runs into the ropes. Ian Dickenson tries to warn Ebony but it’s too late as Ebony is just throwing herself into the ropes as Angel comes right in with a big boot, sending her over the ropes and to the ringside floor.

Angel waits for Ebony to get to her feet before slingshotting herself over the top rope. Ebony scouts this and quickly moves out of the way but Angel seems to have scouted her evasion and, instead, lands on the apron. Thinking she’s pulled a fast one on her opponent, Ebony smiles, only to turn back towards the ring just as Angel comes running along the apron and delivers a big “oh my god” worthy cannonball senton off of the apron and right into Ebony, taking them both down to the floor. As both woman start to get back up, Angel makes it first and delivers a couple of shoot kicks to Ebony’s back before pulling her up by her hair. Angel starts setting up for the Cradle DDT but as soon as she gets her arm around Ebony’s head, Ebony gets her legs free and her feet touch the floor. She grabs Angel around the waist and impresses the crowd with a Northern Lights Suplex counter and Angel SLAMS into the ringside floor padding. Ebony picks Angel up and quickly throws her back into the ring, following her in. As Angel gets back to her feet, Ebony comes in with a knee to the midsection, doubling Angel over. Ebony then comes off the ropes again. AXE KICK to the back of the head of Angel, knocking her down. Angel rolls over onto her back, leaving herself open. Ebony hits the ropes again. Springboards off. MOONSAULT! COVER!


Angel’s shoulder shoots up. Ebony comes off of her with a dejected look. She thought she had her. At ringside, Ian Dickenson encourages his girl. Ebony nods and pulls Angel up to her feet, clinching her around the head and starts delivering knee strikes to the midsection. She finishes off with a big backhand chop across the chest that causes Angel to wince then springboards off the middle rope again, coming back with a Springboard DDT, driving Angel’s head into the mat. Angel sits up initially from the sheer momentum in her body before collapsing back onto the mat. Ebony goes for the cover again.


Angel’s shoulder shoots up and Ebony looks more frustrated. She pulls Angel up to her feet and starts feeding her forearms and elbows until she’s got her back on the ropes. The referee starts to warn her to break it up but Ebony does so on her own as she runs across the ring and comes back towards Angel with an arm ready for a lariat. However, Angel DUCKS the arm and pulls the top rope down. Ebony goes spilling over the top rope and onto the floor but she manages to pull herself back up to her feet. Meanwhile, Angel is finding her own footing again as she finds Ebony getting up onto the apron. Angel comes in for a strike but Ebony counters with one of her own, driving her shoulder into Angel’s ribs through the top and middle rope. Angel stumbles back, holding her ribs but comes right back in with a hard forearm to the jaw of Ebony, dazing the woman. She tries for another forearm but Ebony blocks the arm, grabs her around the back of the neck and just HEADBUTTS Angel right in the face! Angel slumps against the ropes beside Ebony, holding her face in pain. As Ebony starts to step back in, however, Angel stops her with a rope assisted, pop up enziguri directly to the face! You can hear it go SMACK throughout the arena. Seeing her opening, Angel throws caution to the wind and slingshots herself to the outside of the ring. She catches Ebony around the head as she comes down. SLINGSHOT DDT ONTO THE APRON!!!!!

Ian Dickenson runs over with the ref to check on Ebony and make sure she’s okay. Angel sits up and catches her breath against the security barricade. Hands from the crowd reach through the bars to pat her shoulders. Seeing the state Ebony’s in, Angel pulls herself to her feet and stumbles over. Ian and the referee have no choice but to back off. Even as Ian wants to step in and tell Angel to ease up for a minute, the referee has to order him back. Angel picks Ebony up and throws her back into the ring, crawling in after her. As she goes to pull her up to her feet, however, Ebony starts showing she has some fight left in her and begins punching Angel in the ribs. She finishes with a European Uppercut that rocks Angel a little. Ebony comes off of the ropes with an attempt at a second springboard DDT. Angel counters this one with a knee to the sternum as Ebony comes down, however, knocking the wind out of her. Instead, Angel sets Ebony up again and this time NAILS the Cradle DDT, head first into the mat! Angel goes for the cover in a controversial, sensual manner, looking more like she’s straddling her body over Ebony’s and holding her shoulders down, whispering god knows what perverse words into the woman’s ear.


Ebony manages to get her foot up on the ropes. Angel only stops her sexual taunting when she doesn’t hear the ‘three’ and looks back, seeing Ebony’s foot on the ropes. She curses the woman now and starts feeding her forearms in a ground & pound attack. Ebony manages to block the forearms finally and deliver another headbutt, yanking Angel’s face down into her forehead to get the woman off of her. As Angel crawls away, Ebony pulls herself to her feet and moves over, grabbing Angel by the wrists. She places her foot in between Angel’s shoulders. SURFBOARD FACEBUSTER!! From there, Ebony goes down to the mat, pulling Angel up into a sitting position where she suddenly locks on the WING RIPPER! Angel struggles, throwing her head back, SCREAMING from the hold. Just when it looks like Angel’s going to tap and give up, however, she seems to realize something. It’s like an idea crosses her mind and she starts shifting her legs to where her feet are pressing against the mat and she pushes up. This arches her hips off of the mat and lifts her body. It increases pressure on her shoulders from the Wing Ripper, but it also forces Ebony back onto the mat with her shoulders touching. Ebony realizes this and releases Angel’s arms with her hands but this only allows Angel to wrap her arms around Ebony’s legs as she arches her back more and bridges herself over her opponent. The referee sees this and quickly drops to the mat.


Nick Hanson: I DON’T BELIEVE IT!

Miranda Augustino: WOW!!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner and STILL NFW Women’s Television Champion!! ANGEL...KUSAAAAAAANAGIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!

As Diamond continued to play, Angel Kusanagi held her Women’s TV Title at her side and walked over to the ropes, motioning for Roger Arden to hand her the microphone. Once she had it in her hand, she moved back to the center of the ring and cast an exhausted yet prideful look around at the audience. Prideful of herself, anyway.

Angel Kusanagi: Dakara oshiete… Ikutsu arimasu ka? Darekaga...karera ga yori yoi koto o shōmei suru mae ni...kore no tame ni nan-ri no hito ga watashi o tamesou to shite imasu ka?!

She held the title up in her other hand, over her head. Fans could only guess she was saying something along the lines of still being champion but who would take it from her? Angel lowered the title and shook her head.

Angel Kusanagi: Dare mo.

She spat to the side. Was that blood coming out of her mouth? Angel closes her eyes to catch her breath and swallows hard before looking towards the stage again with that telltale coldness in her eyes.

Angel Kusanagi: Dare mo...dekinai...to omoimasu…. Betsu no taitoru o mamoru tame ni nichiyōbi ni futatabi jigoku o tōrimashita. Seikō shimashita. Watashi wa mada sono sensō kara karada-teki oyobi kanjō-teki ni kizutsuite ori, karera ga watashi no me no mae ni oita hito o uchi makashite imasu.

Here, Angel stepped up to the ropes and leaned against them, yelling into the microphone...in English.

Angel Kusanagi: GIVE...ME...A FUCKING...FIGHT!!!!!

The crowd roared with a mixed reaction. Some cheering because of her fire. Others booing because damn was this little girl getting arrogant! Angel stepped back to the center of the ring.

Angel Kusanagi: Shōjiki ni itte kudasai.... There is...no one left. I have no fight until Wressuru Warru…. Sela-san...you have been...much quiet…. You are scared? You are bored? You no want play no more?

That telltale wicked grin crossed her otherwise pretty features. Angel hung the title up on her shoulder and rubbed her chin, mocking the appearance of deep thought.

Angel Kusanagi: Maybe we make interesting...we already meet for Wressuru Warru...maybe we...how you say...raise bar? You want?

Angel took the Women’s TV Title off of her shoulder and held it up like a carrot being dangled in front of a rabbit.

Angel Kusanagi: You come get...unless bitch next week get lucky.

Angel shrugged nonchalantly. Again, a mixed reaction of fans who loved the attitude and those who hated it. Angel turned to the stage again as she set the belt on her shoulder, raising an index finger as if to say ‘but wait! There’s more!’

Angel Kusanagi: Oi! But! We make fun! Yes? We both...like playtime...so we choose. I champion. I pick first.

Angel thumbed to herself and nodded confidently.

Angel Kusanagi: I choose...No...Dee...Cue…. Then! I choose...taberru...match….

Angel paused and extended a hand, palm up towards the stage, pausing to catch her breath, still winded from her match.

Angel Kusanagi: You choose last...have until...next week. Then...I see you, Sela-san....Wressuru Warru...Sree...Stages...of...HELL!!!!

Angel shrieked the final word into the camera, garnering a collective roar of approval from the crowd as she tossed the microphone over her shoulder and her music hit again. She dropped down, rolling out of the ring and headed up the ramp.

Nick Hanson: Three Stages Of Hell?! Kusanagi vs Rica-Lark?! At Wrestle War?!

Miranda Augustino: Hoooooly SHIT, NICKY!!

Nick Hanson: And if Angel’s still the champion after next week, she’s putting the belt on the line! AND she’s named two stages already! No Disqualification and a Tables Match!

Miranda Augustino: She’s letting Sela Rica-Lark pick the final stage. Is that really a good idea?

Nick Hanson: I don’t think letting either of these two have too much freedom is a good idea, ever.

Miranda Augustino: Can’t argue that, but Angel’s gone and tied Mami’s record for TV Title defenses. A win next week breaks the number of defenses record. Who’s gonna step up to the plate?!


Ringmistress: Over here here! This is the last last stop, I promise!

Vanita, dried blood on her hand, her glare intense walked slowly toward the girl. Not saying anything at first she stopped. She looked to either side of her, then slowly back to the girl.

Vanita Thompson: I am very done with the games.

She didn’t move, almost froze in place. Ringmistress looked at Vanita, smiling widely as she hopped over the barrier and into the booth of the game and motioned Vanita closer.

Ringmistress: If you can burst burst five balloons, I’ll tell you exactly what master wants wants!

Vanita growled. She stomped over, looking at the balloons then at the girl. She picked up a handful of darts and one by one without blinking, she started popping balloons. One, two, three, four and five. Ringmistress claps excitedly as she pulls a note out from one of the balloons and hands it over to Vanita.

Ringmistress: Inside is the way way to get to the Big Top! That’s where Darius is… or what’s left of him anyway! But but, just getting him back won’t end this this! He will tell you our demands once you get get there!

She snatches the note, looks at it and Vanita starts sprinting toward the big top. She ignored the girl. She had to in order to keep herself calm. Ringmistress giggled and waved Vanita off as the camera faded out.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….

♫♫♫ 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, which black boy shorts and black boots with white trim. On the backside of her shorts are emblazoned with her initials LB. She reaches up and grabs her crown from her head, tosses it up into the air and catches it perfectly on the end of her cane as she takes that and leans it up against the corner.

She climbs each step up to the ring very slowly and then leaps up and perches herself on the top, then slowly looks from one side to the next with her long black hair hanging down over her face before she springs into the air and lands in the center of the ring with a big grin as her music slowly fades.

Roger Arden: From Bovill, Idaho...weighing in at one hundred and seventy five pounds...she is The Arcane...LARA….BRATTON!!!!! And...her opponent….

Two random voices are heard speaking as if in demonic tones over the system, as the lights go out. The camera pans over to the top of the stage area where three red siren lights begin to spin. The voices continue speaking the lights continue to go.

Yeah, Be prepared.

Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh.

...For what?

For the death of the Queen.

Why? Is she sick?

No, fool-- we're going to kill her.

Great idea! Who needs a Queen?

No Queen! No Queen! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!

Idiots! There will be a Queen!

Hey, but you said, uh...

Then a loud scream is heard, as she begins cackling over the system. Then the final line is spoken as a tall woman steps out from behind the curtain with Tink Evermore following to her side. A gas mask covers her face as her long raven hair falls to one side. Tink holds a microphone in hand as she points out to Starlight.

Tink Evermore: She will be Queen!

Starlight cackles as Tink drops the microphone as her client lifts her arms up the sirens cut out. Poor Unfortunate Souls by Jonathan Young begins playing over the system as her arms go above her head in an X as her hashtag appears on the screen. #Queenslayer appears as blue spotlights appear on the ramp. She walks down the ramp letting her coat flow behind her as she drapes her arms to her side. She looks at the fans as she reaches the bottom of the ramp, She turns then raises her hands and the lights come on, she goes over to the steps slamming her hands down on them hard as she looks into the ring. She growls as she climbs up the stairs standing on the outside of the ring, she climbs through, taking the gas mask off looking at her opponent laughing as she climbs the turnbuckle, placing her hands above her head in an X once more as she drops down turning to face her opponent. Tink enters the ring and stands next to Starlight in the center of the ring, preparing her client for the match. She takes her coat and gas mask to her corner.

Roger Arden: from parts unknown and weighing in at one hundred thirty five pounds and being accompanied by Tink Evermore ..she is STARLIGHT!


The bell rang and Lara was looking for a test of strength, which the larger Starlight was happy to oblige. There was a roll of laughter from the fans when Lara switched hands at the last second, Starlight furrowing her brow and reaching up with the left accordingly, only for Lara to grin and switch it up again. The referee urged Lara to quit fooling around and get on with it, Lara turning to him with an innocent look and shrugging. Starlight moved in, yet Lara sensed it and earned some loud cheap heat as she doubled Starlight over with a kick right in the crotch which the referee was oblivious to!

Lara grinned and she mounted Starlight as she was on all fours..

Lara Bratton: Wooo!! GIDDY UP HORSEY!!

The fans seemed to love this as they cheered while Starlight tried everything trying to shake Lara off her back, but the Arcane one whooped and hollered as she clung on. Finally, Starlight received a huge pop as she managed to flip Lara overhead down to the mat, sinch in a wristlock and drag her up to a vertical base before launching Lara halfway across the ring with an angry release gutwrench suplex, Lara hitting hard and seeming to bounce upon landing.

Starlight, seething, seized her opportunity to try to take Lara's head off her shoulders with a running soccer roundhouse and there was another roll of laughter as Lara tricked her with a last second sweep kick to the shins which sent Starlight spilling out through the middle rope to the floor! Starlight was furious as she shook off the concrete landing and immediately got back up onto the apron.

Lara Bratton: Tag!!

Another roll of laughter ensued as Lara earnestly held up her hand for Starlight to 'tag in' and there was a pop as Starlight actually landed a pivoting soccer roundhouse straight to her jaw, Lara's eyes rolling back in her head for a second as she held up a finger as though she was Wiley Coyote before falling down to the mat, earning another laugh.

Starlight looked to the audience and inspired them to get loud before she rewarded them with a picture perfect springboard moonsault from the apron onto Lara for the cover!


Lara managed to get the shoulder up! Starlight wasted no time dragging Lara up to her feet and delivering a series of hard knees to the midsection before hooking her up for a brainbuster, and the fan volume boosted as Lara's legs thrashed wildly before she landed on her feet, quickly knocking Starlight down with a basement dropkick to the lower back before leaping up for a double stomp, yet Starlight surprised her as she moved and swiftly entangled her in an ankle lock before dragging her back into the middle of the ring and cinching it in tighter!

Lara's eyes seemed to bug out as she struggled fruitlessly against Starlights ankle lock, finally slumping and seemingly about to pass out. Starlight issued an evil grin as she kept it locked in while she hoisted Lara slowly, delivering a devastating deadlift German suplex and bridging..


Lara managed to reverse it and earn herself a boo as she grabbed onto the ropes for leverage!


The referee saw it and stopped counting, angrily removing Lara's grip on the ropes which gave Starlight the opportunity to scoop Lara into a small package!


NO! Lara managed to get her shoulders up! Starlight, exhausted, ensured that she kept Lara at bay with knees and elbow smashes while dragging the prankster to her feet. Starlight put all of her strength into a hard Irish whip into the corner, Lara leaping up into a top rope handstand and avoiding the running Starlight boost! Lara sprang back down to the mat and took Starlight right out of the corner with a spinning X-factor! Lara leapt to the top rope and went for a knee to the back of Starlight's head as she stood, but the crowd roared as Starlight sensed it and caught Lara Bratton in mid air! Gutwrench suplex! Starlight has it locked in, another gutwrench suplex as Lara hits the mat hard for a second time. Starlight lifts Lara up for the third suplex in a row, yet Lara span around and put everything into her PUNCHLINE! Starlight is out cold! Lara with the cover!


Lara wasted no time in sliding out of the ring and staggering back up the ramp, pure exhaustion on her face mixed with a mischievous grin. The referee finally assisted Starlight to her feet and she looked furious as she realised what had happened upon hearing Lara's music and then touching her tender jaw.

We finally come back to Vanita sprinting towards the big top in the center of the carnival. There the music becomes louder and we see the dark, creepy clowns standing outside with Ringmistress standing behind them.

Ringmistress: Come one, come all to the darkest show on earth! The Chaos Circus is in town for one night only and we have a very special guest that has been performing with us! Tonight is his final night and his girlfriend is here to save him!

There are mysterious cheers as Ringmistress spots Vanita and waves her forward.

Vanita eyes the girl and sprints forward, slowing down when she gets closer. She eyes all around, trying to find her boyfriend. Her hands ball up into fists, breathing heavily.

Vanita Thompson: Where is he witch?!

The clowns part at Ringmistress’ wave and gives Vanita a path into the big top. She giggles and points inside as she looks at Vanita.

Ringmistress: He’s inside the big big top!

Vanita blows past anyone in her way and heads into the big top. She slows herself, looking around to find Darius. She keeps looking, scared she might have been too late, but not showing it.

Vanita Thompson: Darius! Where are you?!

Inside, a massive spotlight comes on and it shines right on Vanita. When the light is on her, cheers erupt from the empty tent.

Ringmaster: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, it’s the woman of the hour, Vanita Thompson! I’m so honored that you could join us! Don’t worry, your little boy is okay, just a little bloody and broken. We’ll give him back to you soon enough.

The light blinded her for a moment, then she had adjusted quickly. She straightened up and looks around, trying to find anyone.

Vanita Thompson: What do you want?! Where is Darius?!

Ringmaster: You already know what I want, but since I know you won’t willingly come to us, I have a proposition for you! Agree to it and you get Darius back. Don’t and you won’t be seeing him again.

Vanita Thompson: What is it?

She was frozen, as much as she wanted him back...what could this psycho possibly want?

Ringmaster: At WrestleWar, I know you already demanded a tag team match. But I’m willing to go one step further. Tyson and myself will let you and Darius choose the type of match, BUT if we defeat the two of you, the two of you join the Chaos Circus. If you win, we leave the two of you alone for good. What do you say, Sorceress?

She nodded without hesitation.

Vanita Thompson: I accept. Anything to get payback and get my boyfriend back.

She looked around again, trying to find an opening or any sign.

Vanita Thompson: Now where is he?!

Ringmaster: Tyson, bring your punching bag out and give him back to his girlfriend. We’ve gotten what we wanted.

As he finishes this up, Tyson comes walking out with Havok behind him, carrying Darius over his shoulder. They approach Vanita and toss Darius onto the ground at her feet. The two men stand there and behind Vanita, Ringmaster and Ringmistress appear, but all four aren’t moving, just standing there looking at her and Darius.

Ringmaster: Now, you may take him and heal him back to full health so we can show you there is no ending chaos and you’ll soon be joining us and serving at my side.

Vanita was trying to wake Darius, looking over all of his wounds. Hearing the words made her shoot up and flip around, staring down the Ringmaster.

Vanita Thompson: If there is one thing I know, it is revenge is best served when you don’t know it’s coming. We will see you soon enough. When we name the match...no...when Darius names the match....you will learn that separating shadow means blood for blood.

She then got back down on the ground, tending to her boyfriend. As she tends to him, Ringmaster claps his hands and the lights go out for just a split second before the light shines back on Darius and Vanita and the empty tent is heard giving a round of applause and it’s only Vanita and Darius standing there in the spotlight by themselves.


There is a MASSIVE response from the fans as "Karate" hits the system and on either side of the Tron, Super Tiger and Arley Kirk are seen sliding down the rigging poles down to the ramp.

Roger Arden: "From Lake Fenton, Michigan. Weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and twenty pounds.."

Super Tiger enthusiastically makes her way down the ramp, high fiving the fans and pressing her masked face against theirs while Arley skolled a juice box then got a laugh while she slammed the empty container against her forehead a few times. Arley quickly ran down the ramp, also high fiving fans as she passed.

Roger Arden: "The team of SUPER TIGER and ARLEY KIRK.."

While Super Tiger leapt up onto the apron and through the top and middle rope, Arley sprung from the barricade to the apron and cartwheels over the top rope, landing in a roll, Tiger rolling in the opposite direction and both leaping to opposing corners to roar enthusiastically at a popping crowd..

Roger Arden: "They are KAWAII TRASH PANDAS GO!!!!!"

Super Tiger executes a perfect moonsault to her feet while Arley executes a twisting somersault to her feet. The Trash Pandas meet in the middle and bump both of their fists together several times, the crowd joining in with their trademark phrases while their music starts to fade..

Super Tiger: "HAI GRRRL!!!!!"

Arley Kirk: "YUH GRRRL!!!!!"

One final POP arises from the NFW fans as they fist bump once more and "Karate" fades out while Super Tiger and Arley Kirk play "Paper, scissors, rock".

As the opening riff of The Used's "Pretty Handsome Awkward" comes on through the arena speakers, the arena lights dim out ad the video wall comes to life with a countdown followed by flashing words on the screen.

8...
7...
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GAME START!

"KICKIN' IT OUT!!"

As the opening lyrics rip throughout the arena, a shot of DragonBall Z's Goku throws a Kamehameha at the viwers and the entryway lights up with multicolored lights and the video wall switches to a highlight reel that goes back and forth between clips of various video gameplay and anime footage. Everything from Mortal Kombat, Call of Duty, Battlefield, Skyrim, Mario, Golden Axe, Grand Theft Auto, Battletoads gameplay to action clips of DBZ, Elfen Lied, Ninja Scroll, Hellsing etc -- and then footage of Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont in previous matches hitting their big spots from their arsenals.

As this goes on, The Skillz Vendorz come running and jumping out from the curtain. More specifically, Katrina Cage runs out first, followed by Sammi Belmont. Katrina does a silly, playful bow to the audience and as she does, Sammi Belmont runs and leapfrogs over her. She lands and spins, full of energy, yelling to the crowd. Her and Kat come to stand side by side. They nod to each other with big smiles and mimic the DragonBall Fusion Dance pose. Multicolored pyro goes off on the stage and the two start down the ramp.

Your dream vacation
Small hostage refuge
A work in progress
You bleed just like you puke while running a mile
I beg to differ
Make me an offer
Warm summer rain
You bleed just like you puke while running a mile

Roger Arden: Their opponents! At a combined weight of two hundred and fifteen pounds...Katrina Cage...Sammi Belmont...THE SKIIIIIILLZ VENDOOOOOOOORZ!!!!

Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont come down the aisle, each taking a side where they happily high five and slap hands of fans in the front row. At the end of the ramp, they come together where Kat climbs up to the apron and gets into the ring. She climbs the turnbuckle as Sammi gets a running start along the side of the ring and athletically jumps up onto the apron to the parallel turnbuckle. Sammi grabs the ropes and hops over, skillfully landing on the middle turnbuckle where she and Kat repeat the Fusion Dance pose. As they do, spotlights shine down on them both.

Hey, are you okay?
You look pretty low
Very handsome awkward
Do you feel okay?
You look pretty low
Very handsome awkward

Both girls then climb down from the turnbuckles and meet in their corner, high fiving, fist bumping, dapping one another before removing their entrance gear and waiting for the match to start.


Arley and Sammi are in the ring as the bell sounds. The two women circle the ring, shaking hands before stepping back once again. The two women then lock up. Arley, with the slight advantage forces Sammi into the ropes and the ref calls for a break. The two ladies break cleanly and Arley steps back to the center of the ring.

Nick Hanson: It’s clear these two teams have respect for one another by the handshake and clean break.

Miranda Augustino: Both of these women want to win this match, but do it the right way to face Bloody Fairytale at WrestleWar, Nicky.

Lilith Meadows: Cé a thugann aire don onóir?

Christina Olson: You’re right, Lil. Fuck honor. What matters is what the two of us hold and carry around proudly and that’s the NFW World Tag Team Titles.

As Arley steps back, Sammi comes back to the middle of the ring and the two women lock up once more. This time, Sammi goes behind Arley and puts her into a waist lock. She goes to try and pick Arley up, but the woman blocks it and reverses the waist lock. Arley then transitions into a headlock and wrenches on Sammi’s head and neck. Sammi backs into the ropes and uses them to help push Arley off of her. Arley hits the opposite ropes and when she rebounds, Sammi drops to the mat as Arley leaps over her. Arley hits the ropes again and this time, Sammi meets her in the center of the ring with a beautiful arm drag. Arley bounces up and Sammi once again delivers an arm drag and this time holds onto the arm of Arley and locks in an armbar type move.

Christina Olson: Break her arm, Sammi!

Arley struggles, but finally finds a way to make it back up to her feet. She gets out of the hold and as she does, both women leave their feet and go for a dropkick at the same time before standing back up and squaring off with one another once again as the crowd cheers widely for both teams. The fans in attendance are split about evenly for two fan favorite teams and at the commentary desk, you can see Lilith and Christina both just rolling their eyes as they hear the dueling chants break out for these two teams.

The two women look back at their corners and tag their partners into the match. Katrina and Tiger come into the match as the crowd continues the dueling chants for the two teams. The two women circle around the ring and lock up. Tiger though is quick to go behind Katrina and turn her around right into a jumping knee strike that staggers Katrina a little bit. Tiger takes the opening to spin and deliver a discus elbow right to the side of Katrina’s head that takes the woman down to one knee. Tiger once again hits the ropes and this time, she delivers a knee to the temple that drops Katrina down to the mat. Tiger immediately goes for a cover.

Lilith Meadows: Ciceáil amach!

Miranda Augustino: Red, is your girl speaking in tongues or something?

Christina Olson: It’s Gaelic, idiot. And she said kickout!


Tiger picks Katrina up and sends her into her corner. Tiger charges in and delivers a running knee strike to Katrina before Arley tags herself into the match. Arley pulls Katrina out of the corner and grabs the woman, delivering a codebreaker and as she stumbles back, Tiger finshes off the move they call BFP with a back stabber. Katrina bounces back up into an upright position and Arley delivers a superkick that drops Katrina and she goes for another cover. 1...2...kickout!

Nick Hanson: This is the type of tag team work the two of you will have to compete with if Arley and Tiger get through this match.

Christina Olson: Sure, that looks cool, but they still ain’t us. Bloody Fairytale is and always will be the best tag team in NFW.

Tiger gets up and climbs to the top rope. She waits for Katrina to make it back up to her feet before launching herself and hitting a missile dropkick. Katrina hits the mat and Arley kips back up and gets a running start before hitting a standing shooting star press and hooking the leg for another cover.


Arley walks over to her corner and tags Tiger back into the match. Tiger comes in and the two women lock hands as they approach Katrina and deliver tandem standing shooting star presses. Arley gets out of the ring as Tiger picks Katrina up. She sends the woman into the ropes. Katrina comes off the ropes and is met with a Japanese style armdrag before Tiger follows it up with a running senton. She then looks at Arley and tags her partner back into the match.

Lilith Meadows: A ligean ar dul Katrina!

Christina Olson: Yeah, don’t shit the bed like you two always do in big situations like this.

Tiger picks Katrina up and sends her into the corner. Arley comes in off the tag and Tiger drops to all fours. Arley charges in and launches off of her partner’s back and delivers a hurricanranna that drives Katrina’s face right into the knees of Tiger. Tiger rolls out of the ring and Arley hooks the outside leg for the cover.


When Katrina kicks out, we can see Christina sitting back down in her seat as she looks on, watching the match. Sammi is in her corner, yelling for Katrina to get free and make the tag. She stomps on the ring steps, trying to get the crowd behind her partner as she leans over the top rope, begging for a tag. Arley picks Katrina up and sends her into the corner. Arley comes in, looking for a corner splash, but Katrina is able to move out of the way. She hits the mat on all fours and reaches towards her corner, trying to crawl over to Sammi. Arley though, grabs Katrina by the ankle and tries to hold her in place. Katrina though, is able to flip and deliver a mule kick that drives Arley into her corner. Tiger reaches in though and makes the tag as she comes in and delivers a knee strike right to the side of Katrina’s head, stopping her momentum.

Tiger then picks Katrina up and sends her into the ropes. Katrina comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt. She turns Tiger around and delivers a snap DDT to the masked woman and both are on the mat motionless.

Lilith Meadows: Faigh thar ann!

Miranda Augustino: Girl, you need to talk so everyone can understand you!

Sammi and Arley are both in their corners yelling for their partners to make the tag. Tiger is the first to begin stirring as she starts to crawl towards her corner. Katrina isn’t far behind as she too begins the slow, arduous crawl towards Sammi.

Christina Olson: Come on, Kat, get that pintsized runt into the match!

Tiger makes it to her corner and tags Arley in. As she does, Katrina makes one last push and leaps towards her corner and makes the tag to Sammi much to the crowd’s delight! Sammi springboards in, catching Arley with a springboard forearm that staggers the woman. Sammi then grabs Arley and sends her into the ropes. Arley comes off the ropes and Sammi drops her face first into the mat with a drop toe hold. She then gets up to her feet and follows it up with a standing moonsault and going for a cover.


Sammi climbs up to the top rope and launches herself, delivering a shooting star foot stomp to the chest of Arley as the crowd is getting behind her more and more. She picks Arley up and delivers a hurricanrana that sends the woman into the ropes. Sammi hits the ropes and delivers the Tiger Feint kick and following it up with the springboard dragonranna, hitting Speed Run. As she does, Katrina reaches over and tags herself back into the match. Sammi picks Arley up and feeds her to Katrina who delivers the Rage Quit and goes for a cover.


Tiger comes diving in at the last second to save the match. The ref tells Tiger to get out of the ring and she promptly does so. Katrina picks Arley up and sends her towards the ropes. Katrina follows in after her and delivers a clothesline that sends Arley out to the floor and near the commentator’s desk.

Nick Hanson: Things are spilling out to the floor now. We better watch out!

Miranda Augustino: I always hate the action getting so damn close to us.

Christina Olson: This is great! Maybe we’ll finally see The Skillz Vendorz go for the kill!

Katrina tags Sammi back into the match. Sammi comes in, hits the ropes for a running start and delivers a suicide dive that drives Arley back first into the announce table! Sammi gets up and looks Christina and Lilith in the eyes as she points to the Tag Team Titles sitting there. Lilith just grabs her title and raises it high in the air.

Lilith Meadows: Ní bheidh tú go maith go leor chun iad seo a choinneáil.

Christina Olson: Tell em, Lil! They wish they could hold these titles.

As she says this, Tiger is up on the top rope and as Sammi turns around, Tiger launches herself and delivers a moonsault that drives Sammi right into Lilith. Lilith gets up and drops her headset as she looks at Tiger who seems to apologize. Christina looks on as she too gets up and looks at the women on the floor. Katrina comes around and gets in between everyone, looking at Christina and shoving her back down into her seat. She then turns around to face Tiger and delivers a snap DDT to the masked woman. She then picks Sammi up and rolls her into the ring and takes Arley and does the same.

Sammi gets back up to her feet and sees Arley down on the mat. She gets the crowd hyped up as she goes for the Snake, Rattle, and Roll and hits the move. She then climbs to the top rope and launches herself.

Nick Hanson: Sammi delivers Comet 2! This match is over!

Miranda Augustino: Sammi hooks the leg!


Before the ref can reach a count of three, Christina comes leaping off the top rope and delivering a legdrop across the back of Sammi’s head as the ref has no choice but to call for a disqualification.

Roger Arden: Here are your winners and going onto WrestleWar to face Bloody Fairytale, by Disqualification, Sammi Belmont, Katrina Cage, The Skillz Vendorz!

The fans begin to boo loudly as Christina begins to assault Arley. Lilith has Tiger on the outside locked in the Icicle and she begins to tap. As this happens, Katrina and Sammi come to and they both go right after Bloody Fairytale. A brawl breaks out between them.

Isabella Santiago: This is not how this happens! All of you stop this right now!

Isabella comes out to the top of the ramp and looks down at all six women as the crowd cheers for the woman.

Isabella Santiago: I will not have the contenders for the World Tag Team Championships decided by a disqualification! So, here’s what I’m going to do. At WrestleWar, it’s going to be Kawaii Trash Pandas Go! versus The Skillz Vendorz versus Bloody Fairytale in a triple threat match!

Nick Hanson: TRIPLE THREAT?!

Miranda Augustino: Now that’s what the fuck I’m talking about, Nicky! Good decision by boss lady Issy!