NFW Collision #61 - Columbus, OH! 01/07/2020!

The camera sweeps high over the inside of Columbus, OH’s Nationwide Arena as the audience 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 as Miranda sits on her phone, texting away with a big smile on her face.



Nick Hanson: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to the first episode of the new year! THIS! IS! NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING’S TUESDAY NIGHT COLLISION! This is our sixty first episode and we are LIVE here at the Natiownide Arena in Columbus, Ohio! We hope you all had a great New Year! Miranda, did you have a good NewYear?

Miranda Augustino: I had a great New Year!

Miranda looks up from her phone and just smiles big to Nick as she brings her phone to her chest. Nick gives an amused smirk.

Nick Hanson: You are super happy right now. What’s going on?

Miranda Augustino: Just started the New Year off right, is all. How was yours?

Nick Hanson: Great! Thanks for asking. You ready to kick off 2020 for New Frontier?

Miranda Augustino: Let’s do it, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Alright folks, so this is our go home before Wrestle War XVI show! Our main card competitors for that card are on rest since last week. Commissioner Brody wants them at their best when they perform at Madison Square Garden. We’ve been getting familiar with some of the newer faces here in NFW. We’ve got some faces not seen in awhile making their returns to an NFW ring.

Miranda Augustino: Si senor! We got Morgan Payne returning to the NFW ring here in a few moments, taking on Emelie Sanclemente and we’re gonna see Erin Mercer return to singles action in her first one on one match since September! AND...it’s our main event...AND...it’s for Mami’s Silver Mountain Championship match, inside THAT thing right there!

Miranda points up above the ring as we cut to show the menacing Hell In A Cell structure hanging above the ring.

Nick Hanson: Hell In A Cell match for the Silver Mountain Championship. Can’t wait for that one! We’ll also see Aurora Luna challenging for the Women’s Television Championship. Can she stop the unstoppable Angel Kusanagi? Kusanagi has a chance, Miranda, to break the defenses record of Eavan Maloney in her previous reign as the Women’s TV Champion. She tied her last week when she beat Ebony Arceri.

Miranda Augustino: Tough call Nicky. I don’t wanna see the record broken on a personal note but it’d be a great accomplishment for Angel to pull off. Aurora Luna ain’t no push over either. We’ll see what happens.

Nick Hanson: We’ll also see the Men’s Television Champion, newly crowned as of last week, Charles O’Brien put his title on the line against “The Hawthorne Horror”, Ian Dickenson. We’re also gonna see Vanita Thompson taking on Tyson Law of the Chaos Circus. Miranda, I don’t have twitter anymore but I hear things. You gonna be able to call this one down the middle?

Miranda Augustino: Pfft! Duh! I’m not in cahoots with them, Nicky. I just got my little Kitten.

Nick Hanson: Your little kitten?

Miranda Augustino: It’s what I call her. So what?

Nick Hanson: No judgement. No judgement. Anyway, moving on folks, we’ve also got round 6 of the Best of 7 Series between Lluvia Cane and Masami Nishikiyama. If this doesn’t end tonight, we’re gonna see a Wrestle War finale to this war these two have been having! And finally, we’ve got tag team action, House Crowley’s Xaphan and Leviathan will step out of the depths of darkness to take on The Dark Circle, Wil Pierce and Jacob Striker. It’s gonna be one hell of a go-home show, folks! We’re also gonna hear from Jasmine Matthews as well as Commissioner Steven Brody about the future of NFW. Don’t miss it! Don’t turn that channel! It’s time for Collision!
The following is taped directly after the Skillz Vendorz vs Kawaii Trash Pandas GO match from the previous Collision. The segment is spoken primarily in Japanese, and subtitled in English for the audience.

The camera comes on following Arley Kirk to a loud pop from the audience. She grins as she opens the door to the Kawaii Trash Pandas Go! locker room. The Suicide Blonde opens the door, only to yelp and duck as a water bottle comes flying out the door, slamming into the wall above her.

Super Tiger: STUPID BLOODY FAIRYTALE STINKY MEAN STUPID HEADS!

The locker room is absolutely destroyed. Locker doors hang ajar. Chairs are bent and broken. There are clothes EVERYWHERE. Standing in the middle of it all is a furious Super Tiger.

Arley Kirk: Tiggy-San! What's the matter?!

Super Tiger: They had to cheat! We were having a perfectly amazing match with Skillz Vendorz then that stupid dumb red headed fire mean girl had to legdrop a bit..

Arley calmly placed a gloved hand on either of her shoulders and Tiger sighed in disgust, kicking one of the broken chairs aside as AK let out another involuntary yelp before managing to sidestep the debris..

Arley Kirk: Tiggy, you have to realize something! They cheated because they was afraid they couldn't beat us! They wanted the Vendorz in that match. They think it'd be an easier title defense! Hocus pocus and her sawed off Pippy Longstocking?! They done only cheated 'emselves my grrrl!

Tiger laughed along with the crowd before she grins and nods, throwing her fists up to bump both of Arley's.

Super Tiger: Hai grrrl! And now they have to face both of us teams! The Skillz Vendorz are dangerous enough alone! Now they must defend against both the Vendorz and the Pandas!

Arley bumps her fists against Tiger's.

Arley Kirk: Yuh! You and I Tiggy? Where KTPG seems to freakin' stand alone? We respect every team we wrestle against! Bloody Fairytale and the Skillz Vendorz? Two of the hottest tag teams today, period!

Super Tiger started chuckling and so did the fans while Arley smirked, placing her hands on her hips.

Arley Kirk: Shoosh Tig-Tig!! I's abouts to tell ya the best part! All three teams at WrestleWar! Tag team titles on the line!

There was a huge POP for this reminder of a huge night ahead, Arley using her well timed wink and smile facial expressions alone to encourage them to get louder, Tiger playfully shoving AK with a determined look!

Arley Kirk: Yuh! We gots this Tiggy! Stick to the Kawaii Trash Panda gameplan and we cannot lose!

Tiger nodded before bursting out into laughter.

Arley Kirk: What's so funny?

Super Tiger: Your Japanese is so good now Arley-San! But..you sound like Sailor Moon!

Arley Kirk: I does not!!

Arley shoved Tiger and both girls broke down into a giggle fit as the camera leaves before fading out.
Roger Arden: The following contest is your opening match and is scheduled for one fall!

As the music starts, the lights dim down leaving the arena in a darkened state as a police spotlight sweeps over the audience.

Yeah! Uhm. Look!
Pockets looking cakey like these bummy bitches make up
It's room service bitch, the game requested that it get waked up!
See all I see is paper like my secretary's staplers
So if this was yo job, then I'm thinkin' your about to get a pay cut!
This my lane so fuck road rage, fuck yo anger!
I swear they really wanna cuff this pretty young thing, like a bailiff!
Plus I'm cute
And I be killing games since way back when it was Sega!
I be repping Texas but I'm so Cali like a Laker

The spotlight finally falls on the top of the stairs where the camera falls on Morgan Payne, clad up in her full ring gear. Leather jacket, worn Steelers cap worn backwards. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to her sudden appearance among them. Some cheer her while others boo her in general principal of who she's affiliated with. Morgan doesn't care, obviously, as she looks around at the audience with a stoic expression that never changes. She starts moving down the steps towards the ground level.

Yeah, yeah I'm kind of cocky
When it come to what I'm made of
Cause we, we ain't the same
And they don't want you from the waist up!
You the cookie cutter type and they call me the baker!
And all I see is numbers, numbers, numbers like a pager
I kill em and collect em
Watch me murder grass pesos
I swear you got to feel where the fuck I'm coming from like a taser
Cause if she fuck with me
Then not even the captain finna save her!
These bitches thinking they beefing
Fuck around and get fed, laid up!

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds. She represents The Kingdom...this is...MORGAN...PAAAAAAAYNE!!!!

Morgan moves down the steps as the camera stays with her. As she gets closer and closer to the bottom, she starts shaking out her fists at her side, loosening up for the upcoming match. Once she reaches the barricade, some fans still hold their solo cups out to her. While she’s not as amped as she used to be about it, Morgan takes a cup from a random fan and pulls from the beer. She wipes her chin, never taking her eyes off of the ring as she tosses the empty cup over her shoulder and fist bumps the fan for their loyalty before bracing her hands on the barricade and hopping over to ringside.

I be looking, looking, looking
I don't see no difference!
Cookie, cookie, cookie
All these cookie cutter bitches!
Fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches
Oh cookie cutter bitches!
And I be looking, looking, looking
I don't see no difference!
Cookie, cookie, cookie
All these cookie cutter bitches!
Fuck these bitches, fuck these bitches!
Oh cookie cutter bitches!

Morgan stalks her way around the ring as the song continues, before climbing up onto the apron and entering through the top and middle ropes where she then hops on the balls of her feet inside the ring, rolling her neck. The referee directs her to a corner while they check her gloves and kneepads before she removes her jacket, flannel shirt from around her waist and her Steelers cap, handing it off to the attendant on the outside. She squats and leans forward, resting her elbows on her thighs as she rocks side to side on her feet, ready and waiting....

Roger Arden: Her opponent….

"This spell you got on me
It's like magic
Got me feeling like I'm fallin' in love
Got me feeling like I'll never give up on
Got me feeling like I'll never give up on you
It's like magic
I got you feeling like you're fallin' in love
I got you feeling like you'll never give up on
Got you feeling like you'll never give up on–"

Out walks Emelie Sanclemente, with a big smile on her face.

Roger Arden: "...from Santa Monica, California by way of Ronneby, Sweden, weighing in at an even 100 pounds... EMELIIIIIE SANCLEMENTEEEEEE!"

With that, down skip-walks Emelie, slapping high fives with everyone she can. It's very clear everyone loves her. Emelie slides headfirst into the ring before hopping onto the top of the nearest turnbuckle. She forms her hands in the shape of a heart and puts that over her own before turning around via jump and sitting on the turnbuckle as "Magic" fades out.

Nick Hanson: Emelie Sanclemente, folks, ready to take on Morgan Payne. It’s been awhile since we---HEY WHOA WAIT A MINUTE!!!!

Nick Hanson exclaims as Morgan Payne suddenly comes rushing across the ring at Emelie Sanclemente and catches her on the corner. Before Emelie can react, Morgan has her by the hair and just starts wailing on her head with wild shots. The crowd boos loudly as the music stops and lighting returns to normal. The referee tries to back Morgan off but she just grabs Emelie by the hair and whips her off of the top turnbuckle, violently throwing her to the mat. As the referee tries to remind Morgan to wait for her call, she yells back in her face to “ring the fucking bell.”

Nick Hanson: Payne telling referee Akiyama to ring the bell; Sanclemente’s not even ready!

Miranda Augustino: She told her to be ready, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: I know that but…!

Emelie Sanclemente gets to her feet and Morgan Payne angrily urges the referee some more until the official reluctantly calls to start the match.


As soon as the bell rings, Morgan continues her offense on Emelie, running in and attacking her with hard rights and forearms as she backs her into the corner. Once she has her trapped, Morgan switches to hard lefts and rights to the jaw and midsection, mixing in a couple of hard stomps as the ref begins to count. When the count gets to 4, Morgan turns to get in the ref’s face, yelling at her to back off. She goes back to Emelie then and Irish whips her across the ring, sending her into the turnbuckle chest first. Morgan comes running in but Emelie hits an up and over and rolls back to the center of the ring. As Morgan turns around, Emelie comes running in with a shotgun dropkick and quickly gets to her feet, wide eyed, alert and on her toes. Morgan takes a second in the corner to recuperate before she comes running out with a look of fire in her eyes. Emelie ducks a lariat attempt and comes off the ropes, right back into Morgan for a rolling hip toss onto the Kingdom and into a cover.


Morgan is just able to kick out but has to put a lot of effort behind it, it seems. Despite her fire, she doesn’t look like she’s completely ready to go; as if her energy is sapped. As Morgan sits up and shakes the cobwebs out, Emelie starts to clap her hands slowly, trying to get the crowd behind her to motivate her against her bigger opponent. She wants to keep this advantage while she has it. As Morgan starts getting to her feet, Emelie climbs the turnbuckle and waits, just long enough for her turn around before coming down with a Missile Dropkick that knocks her violently down to the mat with a snap. The crowd starts getting behind the magic girl more as she stays on the offensive, picking Morgan up to her feet and whips her into the ropes. Morgan hooks her arms over the ropes to stop her from coming back out and Emmie runs in, going for a clothesline but Morgan answers with a kick to the midsection, followed by a back elbow smash and then a discus lariat that floors Emelie immediately. Now Morgan goes for a cover.


But Emelie kicks out! Morgan visible - and audibly - yells “FUCK” in frustration and sits back on her feet as Emelie rolls away. The camera zooms in one Morgan’s expression. Exhaustion is apparent on her face as she pushes herself to her feet and advances on Emelie again. As the Swedish athlete sits up, Morgan sees her opportunity. She shakes out her wrist and runs off the ropes behind Emelie. She runs passed, comes back off the ropes again. SLIDING FOREARM!! Emelie grabs at her face as Morgan pulls her up to her feet. She sets her up for a suplex, goes for the lift but she doesn’t quite have a strong grip given her condition which allows Emelie to slip out and down to her feet. Morgan realizes the danger, though and immediately turns, going for a superkick. It’s just a tad slower than she usually executes, however and Emelie’s able to side roll out of the way. Emelie pops to her feet, waiting. Morgan turns. SUPERKICK FROM SANCLEMENTE TO PAYNE!! Payne goes down hard. Emelie goes for the cover.


Morgan grabs the rope to break the count. Emelie sits up and Morgan immediately rolls out of the ring, audibly heaving in the camera’s microphone as she steps over to the barricade. She leans against it, even grabbing a fan’s water bottle and takes a drink out of it. She pours some into her hand and rubs her eyes before just dunking the remnants of the bottle onto her face. As she turns back towards the ring, Emelie Sanclemente comes running across from the inside and dives through the ropes in a crossbody. She crashes into Morgan and sends her stumbling back into the barricade but Morgan has managed to hold onto the mere 100 pounder using her weight lifting strength. Even worse for Emelie is Morgan has her in the proper hold for a body slam; which is exactly what she gives her, RIGHT onto the ring apron, spine first!

CROWD: OHHHHHHH!!!!

Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD!!!!

Miranda Augustino: AYE DIOS MIO, CABRON!! That can fuck up your back!

The crowd doesn’t like that one bit and they let Morgan hear about it. All of the Nationwide Arena.

CROWD:
FUCK YOU MORGAN!
~Clap clap claplapclap~
FUCK YOU MORGAN!
~Clap clap clapclapclap~

Buuuuut Morgan Payne lets them have it right back.

Morgan Payne:
FUCK YOU JAGOFFS!
~Clap clap clap~
FUCK YOU JAGOFFS!
~Clap clap clap~

She throws Columbus, Ohio two middle fingers on top of that before turning back to Emelie Sanclemente writhing on the floor, holding her back. Morgan tells her to get her ass up and helps her do so by way of pulling her hair. The referee warns Morgan to get the match back into the ring but Morgan just answers with a middle finger to Yumi Akiyama before Irish whipping Emelie Sanclemente right into the ring post, causing her to bounce right off it and fall to the floor again. The ref gets to about seventeen before Morgan finally gets Emelie to her feet and throws her back into the ring. Emelie starts to get to her feet, pulling herself up with the ropes as Morgan pulls herself up on the apron. Once both women are vertical, Emelie thinks fast and thrusts her shoulder through the top and middle rope, right into Morgan’s midsection. Morgan reels, holding onto the rope with one hand to keep herself on the apron but Emelie capitalizes when she sees her window of opportunity, launching herself over for a SLINGSHOT DDT ONTO THE APRON!!

Nick Hanson: OHHH...MY...GOD!!!

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Miranda Augustino: The apron’s a popular tool tonight, Nicky!

Emelie falls to the ringside floor and sits back against the apron while Morgan collapses down beside her and the ref starts counting again. She gets to twelve before Emelie finally pulls herself up and Morgan manages to roll over onto her hands and knees. It’s Emelie who picks the woman up, however, and pushes her back into the ring before climbing on the apron. Emelie waits on the apron, motioning for Morgan to get up as she bounces on the balls of her feet from side to side, getting amped up for something big. As soon as Morgan is up on her feet, here comes Emelie! Springboard! She comes soaring up and down, into the ring and towards Morgan but Morgan answers it. Kick to the midsection as Emelie comes down! Emelie grabs her ribs as she doubles over and Morgan pulls her head between her legs. She points down at Emelie and flips off the crowd. Morgan then lifts her up, fighting her exhaustion as she hoists the girl up for a powerbomb! With the physical state Morgan’s in, however, 100 pounds may as well be 300 and she’s not as fast as usual in getting her up. She yells out in rage as she lifts Emelie onto her shoulders. Before she can complete the move, however, Emelie comes back with shots rained down on Morgan’s head. Morgan staggers and Emelie throws herself over. SUNSET FLIP POWERBOMB!! But wait! She’s not finished! Emelie holds onto Morgan’s legs and scrambles to her feet, throwing herself into a somersault over Morgan’s body, bridging herself over her more powerful opponent. Referee Akiyama hits the mat and makes the count!


Miranda Augustino: HOLY SHIT!!!!

Nick Hanson: WHOOOAAAA-HOOOAAAA!!

Miranda Augustino: HOOOOOOLYYYYY SHIIIIIT!!!!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner!!! EMELIE...SANCLEEEEEMENTEEEEEEEEE!!!!!

Emelie Sanclemente immediately rolls out of the ring with a look of shock on her face, bringing her hands up to her mouth before the referee catches up to raise her arm. Morgan Payne sits up, propped on one forearm with a stunned realization on her own expression as “Magic” plays. She looks more dejected than anything as she sits in the center of the ring for a moment before getting up and exiting the ring, taking that walk up the back ramp.

We open up in the forest. There we see the blonde haired Lilith, setting down some candles and other supplies around in a circle. Once she finishes up, she looks up and Chrissy comes walking in behind her and taking a seat on a stump nearby. Lil flashes a quick smile as she goes about starting her ritual and Chrissy looks straight forward.

Christina Olson: Last week, we finally found out who Lilith and myself will be facing at WrestleWar 16. Sure, things didn’t exactly end the way all the children in the audience wanted it to. We don’t care what they want or what anybody wants.

As Christina talks, Lilith continues her ritual, lighting the various candles around the circle and doing a little dance the entire time.

Christina Olson: Lilith and I were out there scouting. That’s it. Then someone had to go and run into my girl over there doing her little ritual. They came at us first, not the other way around. What were we supposed to do? We aren’t going to sit back and let someone knock my best friend out of her seat without a little payback coming their way. We just retaliated, and now we’re faced with a triple threat match next week against the cute raccoons and the nerdy gamer chicks.

Lilith begins to light up some incense and once again start her dancing as chanting in Gaelic can be heard coming out of her mouth, but not loud enough to make most of it out.

Christina Olson: If I’m being honest with everyone, it doesn’t matter to us how many teams we have to face. We’re the best goddamn team in NFW today and there ain’t nobody out there that will dethrone us until we say we’re done with the titles. There ain’t no team out there better than the two of us. And at WrestleWar 16, not only are we going to retain our titles, but Sativa is going to retain hers, Jasmine is going to take down the so called warrior, and Lluvia is going to take the best of seven series.

What I’m saying here is that The Kingdom is NFW and there isn’t a group out there that can compare to us. We came here in April of last year and we took over. It started with Sativa making the statement that she was coming after the Women’s Title. Then we got our shot at the Women’s Tag Titles. We both won and since then, we have had our divisions on lock and there ain’t no way that we are going to be letting go of that grip anytime soon.

As Christina stands up, Lilith finishes up her ritual and comes out of the circle, putting an arm around the redhead and giving her a quick kiss on the cheek.

Lilith Meadows: Ag WrestleWar 16 siúlóidí na Fola isteach ina dtástáil is mó. Tá geasa agus racúin romhainn. Tá a fhios againn gur sinne an rud is fearr agus níl aon rud ann a mbeidh duine ar bith in ann a dhéanamh chun stop a chur linn agus chun deireadh a chur lenár réimeas teidil a bhfuil an-tóir air. Nuair a dhéanaimid céim den fháinne an tseachtain seo chugainn, beidh Trash Pandas, Skillz Vendorz, ​​an bheirt acu sa tóir go deo.

Christina looks at Lilith and just laughs as she grabs the woman by the hand and looks at her.

Christina Olson: I couldn’t have said it any better myself Faerie. Now, let’s get out of here and get ready for next week.

Lilith nods as the two turn around and walk past the ritual circle as the camera zooms in on the white candle in the center of the circle as the flame dances a little before a gust of wind comes in and blows it out, and the camera fades out.
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Women’s Television Championship!

"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.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, the challenger! Accompanied to the ring by Carlton Walsh...weighing in at one hundred and twenty one pounds. She is the Darkened Princess...AURORAAAAA LUUUUUUUUUNAAAAAAAAA!! And...her opponent….

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.

Roger Arden: From Osaka Japan...weighing in at one hundred and twenty five pounds...she is the NFW Women’s Television Champion...ANGEL...KUSAAAAAANAGIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!

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 bell rings just as Aurora Luna comes exploding out of her corner with an enraged scream and dives right at Angel Kusanagi in an attempt to catch her off guard. Angel moves out of the way and answers with a spinning back thrust kick to the mid section, sending Aurora right back into the corner when she turns around. She quickly follows up with a series of vicious forearms. Carlton Walsh yells for Aurora to get out of the corner as the ref starts to count. The official reaches 4 before Angel throws her opponent out of the corner and to the mat, sitting up. She climbs to the middle turnbuckle and comes off with a Missile Dropkick right to the back. She goes for a cover.


But Aurora Luna powers Angel right off of her, and gets to her feet. Angel throws another forearm but Aurora blocks and SMASHES her in the face with a sudden headbutt. She whips the champion into a corner and comes running in fast but Angel hits an up and over and rolls away. She pops up and waits for Aurora to step out and turn around. As soon as she does WHOP! SUPERKICK! Aurora staggers and Angel immediately capitalizes, grabbing her into a suplex setup before lifting her up for her legs to go around her waist. Angel throws herself back, delivering the Cradle DDT. As Aurora slumps onto her side, Angel flips over onto her front and watches the woman. She finally gets to her feet and watches Aurora begin to stir. Angel sticks her boot underneath her chin and slowly helps the woman up. Once Aurora’s on her feet, fans wonder if Angel’s really gonna go for it. She does. She pivots around and NAILS Aurora with the STEEL FEATHER!! Aurora’s head snaps, spit goes flying and she drops to the mat. Angel goes down for the cover, sneering devilishly into the camera.


Nick Hanson: WOW!!

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

Nick Hanson: Angel Kusanagi retains and she has broken the record for most defenses of the Women’s Television Championship!! Eleven challenges! Eleven victories!

Miranda Augustino: I didn’t wanna see Mami’s record for defenses broken, Nicky, but if anyone was gonna do it, who better?!

Angel Kusanagi snatches the Women’s TV Title from the referee and climbs the turnbuckle, yelling to the crowd and trembling with energy as she holds up her title in one hand and a fist for the other. She climbs back down to the mat, raising a fist to the crowd, appreciating those who support her.

Nick Hanson: That means at Wrestle War XVI, Angel Kusanagi will defend her title against----

♫---SCREAMING HALLELUJAH MOTHERFUCKER, TAKE ME TO CHURCH!♫

The last line of the first verse to “I Like It Heavy” by Halestorm rips through the arena, drawing Angel’s attention immediately to the stage. The crowd boos...some even cheer...as Sela Rica-Lark steps out onto the stage. Having barely broken a sweat, Angel walks to the ropes and lifts her title again, using her other hand to motion Sela down to the ring. Come get you some. Sela stands there for a moment, finger on her bottom lip and a devilish smile on her face before she simply turns with a wink to Angel and saunters back through the curtain, adding a playful little swag to her hips.

Miranda Augustino: I think Sela just sent Angel a message without having to say a damn thing, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: I believe she did, indeed, Miranda! Indeed.

DiAMOND resumes over the PA system for Angel as she forgets about Sela for now and raises her arms in more celebration to the fans before leaving with her coveted belt.

We come to the back in what appears to be the boiler room of the arena. Griffin Hawkins is sitting against the wall, the World Heavyweight Title resting on the pipe above him. He begins rocking back and forth, beginning to speak.

Griffin Hawkins: When I was a little boy...I used to believe in monsters, I used to believe in evil, I used to believe in fear. There were many things that scared me in 3 year old world, the monster under the bed, the boogeyman in the closet, all imaginary creatures that I thought existed. But as I grew older, I started to believe it was all just fantasy...and I got braver..but now that I am an adult, I do still believe in monsters. And I see one standing in my way...

He slowly gets up.

Griffin Hawkins: I believe it was Friedrich Nietzsche that said...whoever fights monsters should see to it that in the process he does not become a monster. Well..at Wrestlewar, I'll have no choice but to become the monster as I fight Anton Crowley, a man who's soul is dark with hate. He seems to want control of NFW, and has put together an army to do so. Anton Crowley isn't as stupid as he looks, he's doing what I would do if I were to take over NFW..go for the man on top of the mountain, the centerpiece of the company..the World Champion. He believes that if he takes me down, it'll secure his place on top of the mountain, and he's right...but it's not gonna be that easy.

He grabs the title.

Griffin Hawkins: At Wrestlewar, I will become the monster...I will end this hostile takeover before it even begins. Anton Crowley...I don't fear you, I am not afraid of you, and I am not intimidated by you whatsoever. Underneath all that is a human being who can bleed..and if you can bleed, you can be hurt..and hurt you I will. Heaven and Hell..that's a war that's been fought since the beginning of time. The Devil is in each and every one of us..including me. You wanna try and take me out? Fine..go ahead and try. Because at Wrestlewar...*taking off his shades* I'm gonna get Gothic on your ass.

He walks off as we head back to the ring.
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….

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

Roger Arden: From Denver, Colorado, accompanied to the ring by Darius Crowley. She is the Shadow Assassin...VAIN...VANITA...THOMPSON!!!

The opening synthetic keyboard plays throughout the arena as the lights fade to a dim blue around the stage:

Come on now...
Here we go...
Come on now...
Let's show 'em some love...

Gimme the mic...
Gimme the mic...
Come on now...
The Aftermath...

UNDEAD!!

On the word "UNDEAD", the lights on the stage suddenly illuminate it completely, flashing violently. From behind the curtain steps The Ringmistress; her crazed grin spreading from ear to ear as she looks out upon the audience. She even waves to the booing fans with twisted glee on her face.

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.

UNDEAD!!

You better get up out the way,
Tomorrow we'll rise so we fight today,
And no, I don't give a
Fuck what you think and say,
Cause we are gonna rock
This whole place anyway.

As the Ringmistress motions to the curtain in a manner of presenting something to the audience, the curtain is thrown open again and out comes Tyson Law; black and gold hannya mask obscuring his face, hood of his vest up over his head. He bounces on the balls of his feet inside his boots and looks around at the booing crowd. The chorus booms throughout the arena as he moves to the center of the stage to stand beside the Ringmistress who gleefully urges the audience to applaud the Shaolin Rebel. Tyson stands, watching the woman under his mask as she goads the crowd on. Finally, the eerie woman turns her eyes on the ring and Tyson turns sharply, beginning his approach.

Yo, get ya ID, passport, state skippin'
All around the world, busy with the bass hittin'
We ain't come for bustin' heads, yeah we hate trippin'
When we through rockin' the shows, man we chase kittens
J's on my feet, car full of beats
Trunk full of heat, Caribou in the seat
Frown, you can make us all clown in the street
Gimme the beat and you leakin'
No mercy for the haters that weep

Roger Arden: Her opponent! Being accompanied to the ring by The Ringmistress!! From Raleigh, North Carolina, weighing in at two hundred and five pounds. He is The Shaolin Rebel...TYSON...LAW!!!!

The Ringmistress trails right behind Tyson Law as he walks to the ring; his attention focused intently on the ring under his mask. He makes idle motions with his hands, sort of light shadow boxing, loosening up. As he and his manager reach ringside, he pauses, shaking his hands at his side and bouncing on his feet again before moving methodically around the ring.

On to the next, Minnesota to the Netherlands
Veterans, caravans, gettin' cheddar, man
Round the world in a day, off in LA
Oklahoma, Dallas, Kansas City to the Bay
Everybody hyphy, the South really like me
Ill Bill got it where the East Coast invites me
Sets in the air when the mood really strikes me
Hey, we 'bout to bubble, so embedded in your psyche

UNDEAD!!

As Tyson circles the ring, the Ringmistress ascends the ring steps with a hint of sensuality to her motion. She dips down elegantly under the middle rope. Tyson runs in front of the announce table and up onto the apron, showcasing his agility. He turns as he stands to face the crowd, slowly lifting his head. He calmly soaks in the boos of the audience before taking the rope in one hand. He steps over the middle rope with one leg, pausing to look around again before entering the ring and 'boxer jogs' to his corner where the Ringmistress waits. He psyches himself up in the corner as she removes his hooded vest for him. Here, Tyson turns and props himself up on the top turnbuckle, taking a seat as he finally reaches up and removes his mask, revealing a cold, focused scowl. He hands the mask off to the Ringmistress as he sits there on the turnbuckle, waiting for things to get started.


Miranda Augustino: This is gonna be one intense-as-fuck matchup, Nick.

Nick Hanson: I believe it will, Miranda. Here---we---go!!

Vain and Tyson come out of their corners and circle up. They go for a collar and elbow lockup but Tyson backs off at the last second, garnering a boo from the crowd as he smirks at Vanita. Messing with her. Vain rolls her eyes and motions with her hand to let’s get this thing going. At ringside, Darius Crowley looks on stoically. The Ringmistress watches from the other side, hands on the apron with a wicked grin on the two competitors. Tyson’s antics are making her giggle. Vain and Tyson go to lock up again, but again, Tyson backs off at the last second. He turns his back to Vain, looking to the crowd and mockingly rubs the back of his neck like he has a kink in it. Ringmistress claps, giggles and twirls in a circle. Darius’ jaw tightens as he watches Tyson toy with his kindred spirit. The crowd gets a “FUCK YOU TYSON” chant going as he places a fist to an open hand and gives them a Shaolin bow with a twisted smirk on his face. He turns back to Vanita again and opens his arms out, tilting his head.

Finally Vain and Tyson circle up again and this time, they lunge in and lock up collar and elbow. Vanita has the crossover lock with her forearm in Tyson’s face, probably taught to her from Darius, but Tyson has the greater strength and he powers her back into the corner. The referee calls for the break and both competitors break cleanly. That is until Tyson lunges like he’s going to go for a knife edge chop. Vanita braces for impact but Tyson stops and just reaches out, giving her a couple of pats on the side of her face. More boos from the crowd as he smiles and backs away to let her come out. Vanita comes right out and gets in Tyson’s face, warning him to cut the shit. Tyson’s all smiles until Vanita adds an exclamation point and slaps him across the face. This wipes the smile right off of Tyson’s face and he flat out swings on Vanita but she ducks under and moves behind him as he comes forward. Vanita starts dishing out kicks to the legs and his sides as Tyson tries to turn around and face off against her. This only opens him up for Vanita to answer with a few quick open palm strikes to the face and chest before she hits a back thrust kick into the midsection. Tyson doubles over and Vanita finishes off her onslaught with a Snap DDT, driving him head first into the mat. She floats right over for a cover.


Tyson kicks out and rolls out of the ring, frustrated himself now. He kicks the guard rail, visibly and audibly exclaiming “Fuck!” The Ringmistress comes over quickly to help him cool his head. Neither of them see Vanita promptly climbing the top turnbuckle before she comes plummeting down at them with a high crossbody. Both Tyson AND the Ringmistress go down and the crowd goes wild!! Vanita gets to her feet and wastes no time grabbing Tyson up while the Ringmistress sprawls on the floor.

Miranda Augustino: KITTEN! What the fuck, Vani?!

Vanita just shakes her head at Miranda, more disappointed than anything before shoving Tyson back against the apron. She steps in and lays a knife edged chop into his bare chest. Tyson grabs his chest and winces from the sting. Vanita sets him up and gives him another. And another. She then grabs him and throws him back inside the ring. Vanita briefly thinks about going after the RIngmistress next but Darius is there to redirect his love to her actual opponent in the ring. Vanita gets back inside the ring and as she goes for Tyson again, he pops up and rears back like he’s going for the mist. Vanita brings her arms up but it’s a feint and Tyson kicks her right in the ribs before catching her with a Snap Suplex onto the mat. Tyson pops to his feet, runs off the ropes and jumps up like he’s about to kneedrop right onto Vanita’s face! He lands on the other side of her head, however and just dusts his feet off, giving her an insulting nudge with the sole of his boot. Just when people think that’s it, however, he suddenly hits a standing Moonsault and drives his knees right into her midsection! The crowd boos. Tyson flips them off and goes for the cover.


Vanita kicks out! Tyson shoots up and yells at the ref to learn how to count properly. They argue for a bit and Tyson slaps his hand three times, admittedly a little faster than the pace of a standard pin. The referee claps her hands right back in his face at the proper tempo a pin it supposed to be. Tyson looks a little shocked that a ref actually bowed up to him and Vanita takes the opportunity to grab him from behind and hit a schoolboy rollup. She follows through however instead of going for a pin and lets Tyson roll back up onto his knees while she pops up to her feet and goes for a superkick. Tyson catches the foot and gets his own footing back. He starts talking trash to Vanita about how she thinks she’s slick before he suddenly hits a BRUTAL outside Dragonscrew and whips Vanita to the floor. Vanita goes down, holding her leg and Tyson gets to his feet. He runs to the ropes and hits a springboard, for another moonsault as Vanita nurses her leg. He lands right on the money again and hooks the leg he whipped to go for the cover, causing Vanita to cry out because of how he grabs it.


Vanita still manages to kick out, frustrating Tyson more. He picks Vanita up and sets her on the middle rope, leaning against it with her arms and throat. The referee tries to say something about use of the ropes but Tyson comes running in for a flying knee press right across the back of Vanita, shoving her throat onto the middle rope. After that, he stays and presses his foot against the back of her neck to add insult to injury. Eventually, Darius Crowley gets up on the apron to tell the ref to get her off. Tyson even pauses what he’s doing to see Darius getting the ref’s attention before pressing his knee into the back of her neck again. The referee becomes distracted with Darius so the Ringmistress walked on over to where Tyson is pushing Vanita onto the ropes and just flat out SLAPS her across the face, garnering a boo from the crowd. The ref doesn’t see this but Darius does which forces the man to try and make the referee turn around but the ref stays focused on him, instead. Ringmistress meanwhile, grabs Vanita around the back of the head and braces her foot on the apron to give leverage in pulling her down on the ropes. Darius finally drops down to the floor and moves around the apron to intercept Ringmistress. Simply seeing the man coming at her is enough to make her back off, releasing Vanita and scurrying around the corner to put some distance between she and him. She sticks a finger out to him with a wide eyed, warning look.

Ringmistress: No no! You stay back back!

Miranda Augustino: Yeah, stay the fuck away from my Kitten, Darius! I’ll get biased on this shit real quick!

Vanita slumps to the mat, holding her throat while Tyson sees Darius staring down the Ringmistress. He steps out onto the apron and waist for Darius to start turning before he runs along and NAILS him with a soccer kick to the face! Darius hits the floor and the referee warns Tyson to get back into the ring before turning to Ringmistress and warns her to stay out of the match, citing he saw what she did just before she let go of Vanita.

Ringmistress: I didn’t do do anything!

Ringmistress sticks her tongue out at the referee as Tyson turns back to inside of the ring. He springboards himself into a 450* Senton right across Vanita’s chest and goes for another cover.


Vanita gets a foot on the ropes. Tyson sits up out of the pin and looks to see her foot. Angrily, he gets up and drags her to the center of the ring by the leg he hit the outside Dragonscrew on. Vantia cries out in pain and Tyson goes for a Figure Four Leglock but as soon as he steps over the leg, she boots him forward with her other leg and knocks him into the ropes. Vanita scrambles to her feet, stepping gingerly on her targeted leg as Tyson backs up from the ropes, right into her arms and she hits a German Suplex that garners a pop from the audience. She holds him for a bridge but the pain in her leg doesn’t allow her to hold it properly and…


Kickout at one! Tyson and Vanita both come up onto their knees. Vanita’s the first to fire off with a forearm to the jaw of Tyson. It rocks him but he catches himself on his hand and comes back with a forearm of his own. Vanita almost falls over but pushes herself back up and fires back. Tyson grimaces but throws back another. Vanita fires back again. Tyson fires back again. They start trading shots off faster and faster until Vanita starts just rapid firing forearms on Tyson, gaining the advantage until he smacks her arms away and drills her with a headbutt. It almost looks like it’s gonna rock Vanita completely but she comes back with one more forearm that the crowd hears and Tyson falls back. Vanita goes for the cover but Ringmistress climbs up onto the apron, pointing and yelling to Vanita which also gets the referees attention. As the referee argues with Ringmistress to get down off the apron, Vanita steps in and gets up in the woman’s face. They continue to banter as Darius Crowley comes over and yanks Ringmistress off of the apron. She lands on her feet but goes wide eyed, seeing the man right there and backs off. The instant he looks up at Vanita to nod to her, however, Ringmistress lunges and claws at his eyes, causing him to back off. Vanita leans through the ropes to chide the woman. Ringmistress hops up and SLAPS Vanita again. Now the referee leans over the top rope, yelling at Ringmistress. Ringmistress yells something back. It sounds like “big dumb dumb” and the referee looks more amused than anything...because the women then points to Ringmistress, makes that dramatic hand motion and points towards the back, throwing her from ringside! The crowd goes nuts with approval as Ringmistress looks more shocked than anything. She argues against it but the ref starts signaling that if she doesn’t leave, Tyson will be disqualified. She finally huffs, stomping her foot like a big child and stomps off angrily.

Meanwhile, while the referee takes a second to call the ring doctor over to look at Darius, Tyson gets back to his feet with his fingers at his throat, moving his jaw in that telltale fashion. He has the mist ready as he waits for Vanita to turn around. She does, but she manages to duck underneath as Tyson lunges forward and sprays a green cloud over her head. The ref doesn’t even see the attempt. In fact, the ref is barely starting to turn back to the match as Vanita slips behind Tyson and waits for him to turn. As soon as he does, BAM! VAIN SHOT!! Tyson hits the mat and Vain hastily limps over, throwing herself over him. She grimaces from the pain in her knee as the referee drops down to count.


Roger Arden: Here is your winner….VANITA...THOMPSON!!!!

Before Exhs and Ohs can start up, however, Darius Crowley slides into the ring and grabs the microphone from Arden. Ringmistress has done little but abraise his skin around his eyes a little bit. He looks more angry than anything else. As Ringmistress turns around on the stage to witness the aftermath of the match, Darius breaks his months of on camera silence.

Darius Crowley: You, there! Ringmistress!

Ringmistress pauses on the stage, clearly wanting to retrieve Tyson before she leaves. Darius himself uses a boot to push Tyson into a roll over to the ropes and outside the ring.

Darius Crowley: Come pick up your dog...and listen very...very...carefully….

Here, Darius Crowley kneels down so that he’s more on Ringmistress’ level. Vanita Thompson comes behind him and rests her slender hands on his broad shoulders as Darius stares murderously at the Ringmistress but keeps his voice eerily calm.

Darius Crowley: As I have said before...you have taken something of mine which does not belong to you. It is not yours to take as you are but common, mortal flesh on this Earth...as are we….

He motions between himself and Vanita.

Darius Crowley: However, it is very well known that we...represent the shadows. We are shadows in flesh and spirit. You cannot destroy us by normal means. You have to go beyond regular limitations. You heard it straight from Vanita’s mouth...blood shall be repaid with blood. However, what even she did not realize is that when *I* collect a debt...my personal beliefs require debts to be paid back three fold! Tyson here has already paid back once...he will pay again...and your Ringmaster will pay back the third share….

He points at Ringmistress, scowling coldly as he sits back cross legged on the mat, completely relaxing.

Darius Crowley: Your family of maniacs...will know the true meaning of chaos...next week. At Wrestle War Sixteen...we will meet him - Vanita and I - on the grandest battlefield of the New Frontier. Tell him to bring his whipped dog from tonight. Tell him if he can defeat us in this trial I set forth, we will gladly, accept his demand and call ourselves a part of your...family. Vanita...myself...versus Tyson Law...and the Ringmaster...Wrestle War Sixteen...two on two...Last...Warrior...Standing!!!

“Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel” rises from the speakers as Darius sets the microphone down and just stares at The Ringmistress as she picks Tyson up to his feet and the two start backing up the ramp. Vanita Thompson kneels behind Darius, sliding her arms around his shoulders and onto his chest as she grins wickedly at the Chaos Circus members.

Nick Hanson: A tag team Last Man Standing match?!

Miranda Augustino: How does that even work?!

Nick Hanson: Ask Darius!

Miranda Augustino: I don’t wanna be anywhere near him right now. I better go check on Kitten and make sure she’s okay after Vani jumped on her!

Nick Hanson: Oh she’s fine. Miranda...Miranda!!

Voice: Wrestlewar Sixteeeeen...is on the horizon.

Erik Holland, in all his horror steps into the shot. He's simply behind a big NFW flag, like you would be backstage at the arena but this appears to be a particular promo area set up somewhere in his house in New York. He's not going for the flashy settings, because all he wants you to do is lock eyes with that thousand-yard-stare of his and focus on every single word coming out of his mouth.

Erik: NFW's biggest show. And after The Toxic Avenger claimed a very game Dennis Stowand, it's on to the next big challenge for Erik Holland. Always looking for the next big challenge, the next big fight, the next mess I can get myself into.

Erik's been in plenty of those messes. He reaches off camera and SLAPS a piece of paper onto the flag behind him, and it happens to be a list of names, blown up big enough for the viewing public at home to see.

Erik: And that particular mess is the 20-competitor Silver Rush Rumble at WrestleWar, and that's going to determine who gets a shot at the Silver Mountain Championship. I can't say I really know anybody in this match, I can't say I am coming in knowing what is and isn't going to happen but then I look on the list, I see Timothy Hunt's name..

Erik now makes the camera zoom in on that very name, right before it comes back out to him.

Erik: THAT Timothy Hunt, and really I feel the same way. Hunt was by my side, yes he was, in the early days of the Badd Breed, just when our vision was taking hold, just when we started to make our move. Then real life happened, and our paths diverged. He's fully embraced who he really is, and he's hit his stride, no doubt. As a competitor I'm proud to see the way Tim's evolved.

Erik takes a long look back at that name, and resumes talking without looking at the camera.

Erik: And I'm sure seeing my name on this list he's got somethin to prove too. Somethin' BIG to prove. Like he wants to step out from behind my shadow. He wants to show me he's just as good. That he's just as big of a star and I invite him to do it. I don't want to tell him he's already there because Tim NEEDS this chip on his shoulder, he NEEDS this fire lit under his ass..

Erik finally turns back to the camera and there's a different look in his eye.

Erik: But then again, I do, too.

The camera focuses in a little bit more, causing the NFW flag to sort of grow blurry, and you can really see that there is almost this look of epiphany on Erik's face. Like the gears are turning.

Erik: There's been a lot of chatter on Twitter that maybe I've lost my nerve. Lost my touch. Gotten comfortable. I don't believe that I have, but maybe I need this match anyway for that exact reason. Maybe I need to get uncomfortable to get that edge back. 'Cause I can say this--nobody's comfortable in a battle royal. Always looking over your shoulder. Cause the next one behind you wants nothing more than to knock you down, throw you over--because that's how they save their OWN skin from the same fate.

Erik looks down for a moment, wiping his face.

Erik: What a fitting metaphor for my career, huh? For wrestling in general. Wrestling really is 'Every man for himself'. I mean, now it's 'Every man, woman and non-binary Superstar for themselves', but the story remains the same. We're all out to protect number one and do what we have to do to make sure this...is still what we wake up to every morning.

Erik turns and slaps the NFW logo in the middle of the flag as we hear the click of boots come from behind the camera--his girlfriend, manager and apparently cameraman as well Lyal "Lyric" Allen comes out and into the shot, wrapping her arms around him and grinning at the camera. Holland looks down at her, the same odd look on his face, then back up at the camera.

Erik: That's the goal at WrestleWar. I'm out for the advancement of Erik Holland. Nothin' and no-one else. You can say I've got something of a prize fighter mentality and you'd be a hundred percent correct. Used to be, my goal was just..violence. Wanton brutality. Blood spilling, people suffering. Sure, I was good at it but where did it GET me? What did it do for me but get me a permanent corner residence at the local hospital? That kind of brutality is and was futile. Directionless. Just an angry young man lashing out at a world that refuses to understand him.

Erik: Nah. No more.

Erik: This world understands who and what I am now.

Erik: I don't believe in the futility and the stupidity of random, directionless violence any longer.

Erik: There needs to be violence with a point. An end goal.

Each time Holland stops for a beat or two, his eyes flare with the energy that may have been missing in his career for months now. Although Lyric is looking up at him, although she's displaying her bright positive energy as she usually does..her expression changes when she's listening to him. Knowing that Holland is speaking from the heart.

Erik: My goal, my REAL goal, from here forward is to win, to win titles, to make money 'cause I got this girl right here, and I plan on taking care of her with this money when it's time for me to hang 'em up. So I want more money than I know what to do with and that will happen if I can win the Silver Rush Rumble. 19 of the best and brightest in NFW will step to me, and one by one--maybe even two or three at a time, I'll send em over the top rope. I'll find a way to survive. I'll make this violence MATTER.

Erik now turns, looking at the NFW logo again but this time, he's got Lyric in his arms. He's got that shock of platinum blond hair seemingly protruding from his massive chest. She's got that twinkle in her eye knowing that her man sounds more focused and intense than ever before.

Erik: Because NFW, fittingly, IS a new frontier for Erik Holland. And once I'm done here nothing will EVER be the same again.

Erik: Be seeing you at Wrestlewar..

Click, and the segment goes dark. Back to ringside.
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and is Round 6 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...she is the Cherokee Princess...LLUVIA….CAAAAAAAANE!!!

Nick Hanson: Lluvia Cane is 2 and 3 in this series. She wins tonight? This series goes onto Wrestle War next week. Her opponent wins? It’s over. The series and done and Masami Nishikiyama walks away with the win.

Miranda Augustino: She’s been coming back and kicking ass though, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: She has, indeed.

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.

Roger Arden: Introducing 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.


As the bell rings, Lluvia Cane and Masami Nishikiyama stepped out of their corners, beginning to circle around. Before they can get really going, the fans notice someone on the top of the ramp. The camera jumps over to the stage where a man can be seen setting out a steel folding chair and sitting down, focusing intently on the ring itself.

Nick Hanson: What in the world? Miranda that’s...that’s Cain Marick!

Miranda Augustino: Sure is!

Nick Hanson: What’s he doing here?

Miranda Augustino: Obviously scoping something! Wonder what….

As Cain Marick sat atop the ramp, eagerly anticipating this match, the camera panned back to a hard shot of the action in the ring as the crowd grew hotter all of a sudden. The referee was forced to ring the bell to start this match as Masami immediately growled and flew at Lluvia Cane, hoisting her off her feet with a high angle spinebuster before she began drilling her with fast repeated elbows to the side of the head. Cane managed to parry a couple of blows and she earned a big pop as she reversed the momentum, rolling on top of Masami and delivering a flurry of lefts and rights. The crowd was immediately into this match as Masami also managed to parry and switch the momentum, the crowd BOOing this time as Masami grabbed handfuls of the Cherokee princess' hair and slamming the back of her head into the mat. The boo got even louder as Masami growled and leant forward, Lluvia letting out a scream and her legs flailing as Nishikiyama began drilling bare elbows into her forehead.

Nick Hanson: Good god! Masami’s raining those elbow shots right into Lluvia’s head!

Miranda Augustino: Those can do some damage, Nicky!

Cain got up angrily and began a brisk walk down the ramp while Masami started throwing blatant fists, the ref counting out the illegal exchange and Masami finally giving in right on the four count with a final stiff shot which sent a now bloodied Lluvia Cane back down to the mat before she backed away, licking her knuckles clean of Lluvia’s blood and earning a widespread BOO..Marick angrily shook his head as he returned to where he was as Masami noticed him out of his seat and opened out her arms, yelling to the man in Japanese.

Nick Hanson: What the hell does Cain Marick want with Lluvia Cane? Seems like he’s interested in her somehow….

Miranda Augustino: Dudes always want the taken girl, Nicky! Hahahaha!!

Nick Hanson: Oh now that might not be it….

Her forehead beginning to drip with blood, Lluvia got up onto all fours as she made an effort to shake the cobwebs, only to be met with a hard punt kick to the stomach from Nishiki! Lluvia was in pain as she tried to stop Masami from dragging her to her feet, yet Masami used her brute strength to whip Cane into the ropes. On the rebound, Masami let out a roar as she tried to take Lluvia's head off with a lariat, yet the Cherokee princess rolled to avoid it then kipped back up, surprising Masami and the crowd with a huge snapmare neckbreaker! Cover!


The fans BOO as Masami got the shoulder up and immediately took a powder, rolling out of the ring in an effort to try to regroup. Meanwhile, the camera panned to Marick who was getting the crowd going with a rhythmic clap as Lluvia gave the signal and took a run up! The fans were beside themselves as Lluvia leapt for a suicide dive over the top rope, yet Masami caught her in mid air and issued a high impact pop up powerbomb right on the concrete before she herself collapsed from exhaustion. We went to a replay of the impact and also a shot of Marick grimacing with the impact.

With the referee having reached five on his double count out, Masami had managed to drag a semi-conscious and bleeding Lluvia Cane to her feet and roll her inside, issuing a stiff thrust kick to the face for good measure as she also stepped back inside. Masami got herself another series of Boos as she applied a choke hold to Lluvia and the referee angrily counted to four before Masami released it, Lluvia's legs flailing wildly. Masami hooked the leg and went for a cocky cover..


Pretty immediate power out and a round of cheering from the fans. Masami growled and tried to drag Lluvia up, the fans popping some more as Cane shot her a quick flurry of elbows to the ribs. Irish whip by Cane, Masami on the rebound, roaring elbow, Cane caught it and swung her around! ANGELIC R...Masami ducked and hard whipped Lluvia into the corner! Masami grimaced as she came steaming in for what looked like a corner lariat..

Nick Hanson: Masami’s coming in hot!!

Miranda Augustino: Watch out!!!

Lluvia Cane sidestepped at the last second, also managing to ram Masami's head into the top turnbuckle so hard Masami is sent crashing back! Lluvia Cane leaping to the top! The fans are alive! YOUR HORIZONNN... Nishiki got her knees up and pulled Cane into a tight roll up! But Cane used the momentum to roll through and bridge!


Masami angrily powered out just at the last second as Lluvia's music hit and Cain Marick and the crowd leapt to their feet!

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

Nick Hanson: And Lluvia Cane ties up the score with another win over Masami Nishikiyama! It is 3 and 3!! These ladies are taking this Best of 7 Series to Wrestle War Sixteen!!!!

Miranda Augustino: The best way to end a series like this!! These ladies earned a grand stage matchup!!

Nick Hanson: They certainly did!

The scene comes up backstage where Isabella Santiago is walking for a moment. She comes to the locker room of Cali-Kate, but before she can knock, Cali-Kate has already opened the door and sees Isabella.

Isabella: Cali-Kate, I need to speak to you about the actions of yours from a few weeks ago.

Cali-Kate: I know, I know. It was a little fucking dumb of me to go out there and get myself involved, but come on the damn match was over.

Isabella: Well, I’m glad you can see the error here. While I do not condone anything that has been happening between all of you, there eventually has to be some consequences here. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to start handing down punishments. I’m going to fine you $5000.

Cali-Kate's eyes go wide for a moment.

Cali-Kate: Wait what?

Isabella: Just be thankful it’s not more. I’m not faulting you for what you did, and more fines will be coming down on the likes of Dana and Angel Kash as well. I just need to speak to them about all of this.

But before Isabella can say exactly what, Lash Donohue comes in.

Lash: Man, Isabella! The women's division is a zoo! Fix your sh.."

Lash paused mid-sentence as he turned to face Kate, a wry smirk forming at the corner of his mouth.

Lash: Yo. Thanks for helping me de-clusterfuck this whole situation. Stepping in where management seems to be dragging their asses?

His glare turned toward Isabella, a bit more contemptuous than the one he had for Kate.

Lash: What can I say? Awesome.

Cali-Kate: Thanks, I… guess.

Lash shrugged before hanging an arm over Kate's shoulder. He smirked once more as he was quickly dismissed..

Lash: Oh it's cool. I mean, it really is rad that someone else has a freakin' set of balls in this battle against whatever the heck Dana is doing!

Isabella turned to interject, yet Lash infuriated her with his patented 'talk to the hand' gesture..

Lash: It's just really fucked up that when NFW needs us the most, that the shenanigans of Kash and Dana have all but two people running scayered! It's..

Isabella: Enough, Lash! I try to let the roster sort things out for themselves, but there is a difference here. You antagonize Dana with your shenanigans. As for you, Cali-Kate, I know you’ve been itching for a particular match, so I suggest you get ready because you’re facing Sela.

Isabella says matter of factly as she looks at both Lash and Cali-Kate.

Cali-Kate: Yea, fine. You want me to face that bitch, I'll do it. And as for you Lash, just remember I could have left you to your fate, but I don't like it when numbers games start to go awry. Had my fair share of that already. We both know you went out there to flex on Dana and nearly got your ass handed to you for it. Next time you decide to do that, I'm just gonna fucking let them do it.

Isabella: And Lash, if you come anywhere near ringside, I will not hesitate to suspend you. Understand?

Lash looks at Isabella then to Cali-Kate. Kate just shrugs and walks off leaving Lash and Isabella just outside her locker room.
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen the following contest is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first…

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

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

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

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

Roger Arden: From Tucson, Arizona...weighing in at one hundred forty seven pounds...she is The Underground Queen...SELA...RICAAAAAA….LAAAAAARK!!!!

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

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

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

Nick Hanson: Somewhat of an impromptu match here, folks. Just set in place moments ago, perhaps to ease some tension or blow off steam. Sela Rica-Lark and Cali-Kate are gonna settle a bit of an old score here that dates back before their time in New Frontier!

Miranda Augustino: Anytime I get to see Katie baby out here is awesome. Anytime I get to see Sela out here with that donk is awesome. They’re both gonna be out here at the same time! That’s double awesome!

Nick Hanson: I’m sure…

Miranda Augustino: Speaking of donks, you should see Kitten’s. Myyyyy GOD!!! But it’s mine.

Nick Hanson: Congratulations, Miranda.

The lights in the arena go dark as the opening chords of “Heist” hit the speakers. The crowd goes up in cheers as a big

“Player 1 Ready…”

comes up on the screen. In the break between the opening chords and the main tune the screen flashes

“Game Start!”

Roger Arden: Her opponent! From Laguna Beach, California, weighing in at one hundred and thirty six pounds! The Geekette Extraordinaire….CALIIIIIIIII-KAAAAAAAAATE!!!!!

The main tune hits and the lights come back up showing Kate on the stage in a hooded jacket with a huge smile on her face, dancing to her music. Kate flips the hood down and skips down the ramp trading high fives and hugs with various members of the crowd. She even stops a few times to pose for some selfies with the crowd members. Kate reaches ringside and continues skipping one full round around the ring only trading high fives with audience members. When she gets to the corner, the audience goes wild as Kate blows out a kiss to everyone. Kate slides into the ring and jumps to one of the corners and poses once for pictures. As her music fades, she hops off the ropes and goes to her corner, removing her jacket and warming up for her match.


The match actually begins very slowly for these two considering their styles, Kate getting into a more grappling position and Sela approaching slowly. Sela and Kate get into a lockup, Sela gets a quick advantage putting Kate in a headlock, but gets thrown off into the ropes. Bouncing back, Sela uses her relative size advantage to knock Kate off her feet. Thinking quickly, Kate swings her legs low and sweeps Sela's feet from under her. Sela stumbles, but doesn't fall, but it allows Kate to kip back up. Sela takes a swing which goes wild as Kate ducks. Kate begins to fire back with a combination strike. Sela tries to cover up, but she is soon backed into the corner where Kate takes her amd whips her into the opposite corner before following up with a leg lariat. Sela's head flies back, but Sela recovers in time to throw a headbutt at Cali-Kate before she can move in to capitalize.

With Cali-Kate reeling, Sela moves in and hits a quick DDT for a cover and a one count. Sela mounts Kate and starts delivering a continuous rain of blows from her right hand to Kate's face. She uses up the ref's count to its limit and swats at the ref when he tries to pull her away. Sela goes back to work stomping at Kate's legs and falls for another cover, getting another one count, but when Kate reverses, Sela finds herself pinned in a schoolgirl rollup and kicks out at two.

Kate is back on the offensive starting off with another combination of strikes to keep Sela off balance then hitting an enzuigiri to knock Sela to the mat. Sela cringes but Kate keeps moving, bouncing off the ropes for a baseball slide dropkick that sends Sela under the ropes and onto the mat outside. Kate starts to get fired up as Sela gets back to her feet. Kate moves to the ropes and slingshots herself over for a crossbody. Amazingly, Sela catches her and hits a gutbuster before slamming Kate down. Kate writhes a bit and Sela cackles at her. Kate is brought to her feet by Sela who hits her with an uppercut. Sela then sends Kate into the ringpost hard, Kate's skull ringing on the corner. Kate manages to stay on her feet with an assist by keeping her hand on the apron, but only barely.

Sela rolls back in the ring to the disdain of the audience. Seeing Kate's hand on the apron, she dives down and slams Kate's hand on the corner. Kate reels holding her hand, but she catches Sela trying to leave the ring again. Kate intercepts Sela with a dropkick that pushes Sela back inside. Kate slides in and goes for a cover getting another two count. Both Kate and Sela start to slowly crawl to their feet. Kate shakes out the stars she's still seeing and shakes her hand once more before delivering a stiff left to Sela. Sela answers back with her own. The two trade blows and it looks like Sela will get the advantage, backing Kate into a corner, but on the whip, Kate reverses and sends Sela crashing and falling into the corner. Kate signals and charges in hitting Sela with That Bass.

Miranda Augustino: Because you know she all about that bass, bout that bass!

Nick Hanson: Oh, will you stop it?

Miranda Augustino: What?! Look at Katie bear’s Bass!

Nick Hanson: I will not.

Kate comes out as Sela stumbles out and hits a Geek Chic Kick for good measure. Kate falls into a cover but only gets a two count. The ref checks on Sela as Kate backs off. There's a moment's hesitation when someone appears on the apron and grabs Cali-Kate in a sleeper. Kate struggles to get the ref's attention, but the woman is stifling Kate too much. Following her are two other women. One is definitely Angel Kash who smiles at the torture being inflicted on Kate. Sela starts to regain some consciousness and the woman drops Kate who crumples to the mat. The ref never saw the woman even on the apron, just noticing the three at ringside and telling them to stay back.

Nick Hanson: THAT’S MAI BLACKMAN!! MAI BLACKMAN JUST CHOKED OUT CALI-KATE!!!

Miranda Augustino: She ain’t alone, Nicky! Her manager’s here, too!

Nick Hanson: Yes, Mai Blackman and Janet Jacobs. They were announced as two of NFW’s first acquisitions of the new year, but what the hell are they out here for? And for the love of all that is humble, what the HELL is Angel Kash doing out here with them?!

Miranda Augustino: I don’t know but we still got a match going on! C’mon, Katie! Get up!

Kate struggles to get to her feet again, but Sela is already there and hits Salt in the Cut, bouncing Kate off her knee. But instead of letting go, Sela just holds Kate and brings her to the middle of the ring before locking in Playtime Over. Kate screams, but she's in too much pain as it is. She soon taps out.

Nick Hanson: And Kate’s gonna tap. She’s got no choice! She just got screwed out of this match and for what?!

Miranda Augustino: Hold up, these girls ain’t done! Here comes Blackman again!

Nick Hanson: Oh for the love of...someone stop this!!

Mai Blackman charges the ring again once the bell has rung and Sela has dropped Kate. Mai continues her assault, locking a hammer lock on Kate and pounding at her ribs with several punches. Kate wails at the attack with Janet and Angel both looking on and nodding their heads.

Sela has already rolled out of the ring and grabbed a mic. Mai continues her assault on Cali-Kate relentlessly with a grinning Angel and a pleased Janet watching from ringside. Sela casually strolls up next to Angel who hasn't noticed until Sela brings the mic to her mouth.

Sela: Are you done?

Angel snaps her attention to Sela as does Janet. Angel looks at Kate before glaring at Sela and nods a bit. She looks back to Janet and gives her a nod as well. Janet calls to Mai who looks over and is asked to leave Kate where she is.

Sela: Thank you. You can finish your vendetta with her later. My announcement takes precedence.

Angel leers at Sela, but leaves with her new associates all the same. Sela slides back in the ring and looks at Kate with a smirk.

Sela: One good thing that came of this, you can physically feel something the way I have felt for the last month. Since he died because of you.

Sela kicks Kate out of the ring. The audience solidly booing her at this point. Sela smirks and turns back to the audience.

Sela: Oh don't bother with your pathetic crying for someone no more virtuous than me. I have more important business at the moment.

Sela starts to sway in the ring.

Sela: Last week, Angel Kusanagi laid out the challenge: her Women's Television title against me at WrestleWar, in Three Stages of Hell. Now she laid out the first two, a No DQ and a Tables match. Fine choices, brutal, sadistic to be sure, but none of them go far enough.

Sela chuckles a bit as the audience wonders what could be worse.

Sela: No, if Angel can make it that far before I destroy her body completely, then all that will be left is her spirit. The question is, what can break someone's spirit? I mean truly destroy someone so utterly that they no longer have the will to fight. Oh the list is lengthy indeed. Last Man, oh I'm sorry SJWs, Last WOMAN Standing, IronWOMAN match, Casket Match, Buried Alive. Ha, the possibilities are near endless.

Sela cackles again and the audience begins to buzz.

Sela: Angel, you have tried desperately to humiliate me, thinking that on any level or sadism is equal or greater than mine. NO ONE is my equal here in pain for pleasure and NO ONE takes more pride in giving and taking the pain than me! The only way to prove that to you is to make you realize it for yourself though. The only way is to show you that your body doesn't take to the pain like mine. The only way… for me to break you once and for all…

Sela gives a very long pause with a smile, biting down at the tip of her finger as she looks around a bit before looking straight at the camera.

Sela: … is for you to finally say… "I QUIT!"

Nick Hanson: An “I Quit” stage for Three Stages of Hell at Wrestle War XVI between Sela Rica-Lark and Angel Kusanagi!!

Miranda Augustino: AND it’s for the NFW Women’s Television Championship!

Nick Hanson: This night’s been crazy so far and we still got a ways to go! We got three matches and an announcement from management about the future of this company to hear about!

Miranda Augustino: And we just saw Janet Jacobs and Mai Blackman with Angel Kash. What the fuck’s up with that?

Nick Hanson: Aren’t we supposed to cut swearing down?

Miranda Augustino: Shit, sorry.

"I Like It Heavy" hits the speakers leaving the audience going wild as Sela drops the mic and falls to the mat, rolling and laughing maniacally the whole time. She pauses a moment to look back up the ramp as if trying to catch sight of Angel Kusanagi coming out before starting up again before the scene fades out.
Scene cuts backstage to an interior shot of the locker room currently occupied by the challenger for the NFW Television Championship, Ian Dickenson. As Ian goes over last minute warmups, Ebony Arceri watches him intently.

Ebony: You ready, Ian?

Ian: With everything that Sergio, Alicia, and Dev put me through, I feel like I’m ready for World War III…

Ebony grimaces at that last statement, which Ian picks up on, his expression soon matching hers.

Ian: Er, poor choice of words, all things considered.

Ebony: Yeeeahhh… but I know what you meant.

Ian: Time to grab me a championship…. But…

Ebony: But what?

Ian pauses.

Ebony: Out with it…

Ian: Part of me wants to go full bore on O’Brien…

Ebony: What do you mean, “part of you”? Ian, do us both a favor… don’t hold back. I’m not saying to cripple the guy, but if don’t go all out, you’ve already lost. And if Dev finds out you hesitated…

Ian’s eyes widen.

Ebony: Exactly. And besides, it’s not as if you hate the guy….

Ian: ...it’s just that I want that Television Championship a little bit more than he does.

Ebony: That’s more like it…. Shall we?

Ian: Yes…

Ian pulls the door open to allow Ebony to exit the room, following right behind. Scene cuts back to ringside.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Television Championship! Introducing first the challenger….

As the opening riff of “The One You Love To Hate” begins to play, Ian makes his way onstage with his fists raised overhead. Once the bass kicks in, he starts making his way towards the ring. If a fan tries to rile him, Ian will respond with his middle finger. Once he steps in the ring, he'll mount a turnbuckle and jaw-jack the crowd with both middle fingers in the air, until his music fades. He then jumps down and leans against the turnbuckle until the match begins.

Roger Arden: From Hawthorne, California. Weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds. He is The Hawthorne Horror...IAN...DICKENSOOOOOOOOONNNNNNN!!! And...his opponent!!

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.

Roger Arden: From Dublin, Ireland, weighing in at two hundred and fifty pounds! He is the NFW Television Champion! The Rebel...CHARLES….OOOOOOOOO’BRIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEENNNNN!!!!!

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 watching his opponent as he removes the TV title from around his waist and hands it to the referee.


Dickenson has an unreadable smirk plastered across his face as he and Charles O'Brien circle in the middle before they lock up. The crowd gave off a mixed reaction as Ian pivoted and rocked Charles with a hard European uppercut before charging at him with a lariat, finally knocking The Rebel down to the mat. That smirk returned as Ian got O'Brien in a mat based double underhook, jerking the television champion left and right as he delivered stiff knees to the face, neck and chest. Having worn him down enough to his liking, Dickenson managed to drag O'Brien up to a vertical base with the double underhook still applied, delivering a really mean double underhook suplex! Ian grimaced and growled, keeping the underhook on tight, once more dragging the champion to his feet. The fans POP as Ian only managed to get Charles up halfway this time!

Dropping back down, Ian attempted once again for the double underhook suplex, yet Charles locked his legs into it and blocked before once again earning a big cheer as he drilled Ian with a brutal spinebuster! Cover by Charles!


Kick out by Dickenson, O'Brien wasting no time dragging Dickenson to his feet and hard whipping him into the corner. Ian used his ring awareness to sidestep the follow up corner spear, sending Charles crashing shoulders-first into the ring post rather painfully! From that precarious position O'Brien was left in, the crowd uttered a "WOAH!" in unison as Dickenson leapt up and dragged O'Brien off the ropes into a lungblower, immediately rolling him into a cover!


O'Brien with the shoulder up, rolling onto his side and clutching his lower back. Ian's smirk returned once more as he delivered stomp after stomp after stomp, targeting the lower back of the champion. Ian looked around the crowd as he gave the signal and a cocky chuckle, easily managing to hook O'Brien up in his patented Scream for me! submission. Charles did just that as Ian slowly pulled back on the move, and he fought desperately against what Dickenson was purposely doing but it seemed fruitless as he finally slumped..

The referee dropped down and raised Charles' free arm, the fans counting "ONE" as it slumped back down. The referee raised it a second time, the crowd responding with a "TWO!" and finally, the referee raised the arm of the champ once more and it looked as though we had a new champion, but Charles managed to keep his arm raised, the crowd responding with a POP!

Fighting desperately to get out of this hold, Charles attempted a gator roll yet Ian laughed out loud as he still managed to hang on! As a last ditch effort, O'Brien grimaced as he got up to a knee still trapped in the Scream for me! The fans looked on in amazement as The Rebel managed to stand up with a loud roar and the face of Ian Dickenson went pale for a second as he found himself upside down! THE BOOTY TRAPS! Cover by O'Brien!


Roger Arden: Here is your winner aaaaand STILL...NFW Television Champion!!! CHARLES...OOOOOO’BRIIIIIEEEEEEENNNNN!!!

Nick Hanson: Hell of a first defense for Charles O’Brien against the Hawthorne Horror himself!

Miranda Augustino: That match was lit, Nicky! I wanna see a rematch!!

The lights in the arena fade to black as there is a low drum and guitar beat as the lights around the entrance way start to flash in various colors as the music slowly gathers in strength until finally it hits an "explosion" of sound as two figures step out onto the entrance way to a huge mixture of cheers and boos, almost as if the fans are uncertain on how to respond to these two men

Roger Arden: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing that drew the right to enter first. Weighing in tonight at a total combined weight of four hundred and forty seven pounds!!

As Scott Fritz's "Shellshock" continues to play, the "Blackheart" Wil Pierce steps out onto the entrance way first followed close behind by the more powerfully built "Natural" Jacob Striker who is looking rather serious as usual as Wil kneels down on one knee in front of his partner who comes up behind him and while Wil does a cocky little pose, Jake slowly draws his thumb across his own throat before tossing that hand up into a "Too Sweet" motion before the two men slowly start to make their way to the ring.

Roger Arden: They are the team of the "Blackheart" Wil Pierce and the "Real Rock'n'Rolla" Jacob Striker...

The two men then slowly make a circuit around the ringside area with Wil occasionally doing a fist bump or two while Jacob does the occasional high five while keeping his eye on the ring and then the two of them quickly enter the ring and Wil tries to hype up his partner, trying to get him to enjoy the scenery while the more "professional" Striker simply rolls his eyes and starts to remove his entrance gear.

Roger Arden: They are...THE DAAARK CIRCLE!! And...their opponents...

The electronic organ intro to “Remember Me (FESTER Remix)” by Code: Pandorum starts up. Two red spotlights appear illuminating Leviathan and Iscariot XIII. Two more light up behind them and slightly between them to reveal Tia Santos and Xaphan. A final spotlight appears behind all four to reveal none other than Anton Crowley himself.

Roger Arden: Being accompanied to the ring by Tia Santos...Iscariot XIII...and Anton Crowley...weighing in at a combined four hundred and forty pounds...representing House Crowley...LEVIATHAN...and...XAPHAN!!!!!

“I’m going to do it again and again
Until you make them remember!”

The bass drop of the song hits and as a single unit all five people walk to the ring, the red spotlights following them. The crowd shows their lack of appreciation for House Crowley as they make their way to the ring. Anton just smirked as he follows the other four. The five all stop once they reach ringside, acting as statues for a brief moment. Then, without anyone else in the group moving, and without Anton having to even give a verbal command, Leviathan and Xaphan step forward to enter the ring. Leviathan pulls himself up onto the apron and steps over the top rope. Xaphan runs up onto the apron and slingshots himself in, somersaulting and landing on one knee. Anton Crowley watches the two turn their sharp gazes on their opponents before he simply turns and heads back up the ramp. Again, without needing to be commanded, Iscariot XIII and Tia Santos turn and follow their Lord towards the back. Inside the ring, Leviathan and Xaphan take to their corner and decide who will start first.


Jacob and Xaphan start the match and the ref calls for the bell. The two men circle the ring before tying up and the struggle begins. The two men start at almost a complete deadlock in the struggle, but eventually Jacob starts to make a little headway. He forces Xaphan into the corner and holds the masked man there as the ref comes in to call for the break. As he does, Xaphan is able to turn it around and put Jacob into the corner. He holds him there until the ref reaches a count of four before he releases his opponent and delivers a hard chop to the chest of Jacob. He then backs off and taunts Jacob a little bit, motioning for him to come and get some. Jacob looks at the masked man and comes out of the corner, charging in and looking for a clothesline. Xaphan ducks under it and turns around, hitting Jacob with a standing dropkick that sends him to the mat.

Xaphan then picks Jacob up and leaps, delivering a hurricanrana. Jacob gets sent out of the ring from the move as he hits the floor. Xaphan looks down at the man on the floor and hits the ropes. He goes for a suicide dive, but as he goes to dive through the ropes, Jacob leaps and delivers a forearm right to the face of the masked man. Xaphan crumples onto the ring apron and Jacob gets up to the apron and grabs his opponent and picks Xaphan up, going for what looks like a brainbuster onto the apron, but Xaphan delivers a knee to the top of the head and then floating back into the ring. Xaphan hits the ropes again and as he comes charging towards Jacob, he slingshots over the top rope and delivers a shoulder block that sends Xaphan back and down to the mat. Jacob picks Xaphan up off the mat and sends him into his corner. Jacob walks over and holds the masked man there as he reaches out and tags in Wil.

Jacob pulls Xaphan out of the corner and wrenches on the arm as Wil climbs to the top rope. Wil comes down, delivering a double axe handle to the arm before Jacob releases it and the two men take a few steps back and deliver Dan Habiki Dance Party that drop Xaphan to the mat. Wil then follows it up with a running senton as Jacob gets out of the ring and Wil hooks the outside leg for a cover.


Wil picks Xaphan up and sends him into the ropes. Xaphan comes off the ropes and runs right into a palm strike that catches the masked man on the jaw before Wil follows it up with a discus clothesline that drops Xaphan back to the mat. Wil then climbs up to the top rope. As he steadies himself, Leviathan makes his presence known as he walks along the ring apron towards Wil. This momentary distraction is enough for Xaphan to leap up to the top rope and deliver a frankensteiner. Xaphan then walks over to his corner and tags in the big man.

Leviathan comes into the match and saunters over towards Wil and just picks him up with one hand. He then grabs the man by the throat and lifts him up. He delivers a choke backbreaker across his knee before picking him up and delivering a chokeslam. Leviathan though doesn’t go for a pin. Instead, he picks Wil up and sends him into the ropes. Wil holds onto the ropes though and Leviathan comes charging in. Wil grabs the top rope and pulls it down, causing the big man to spill out to the floor. Leviathan hits the floor and Wil slingshots over the top rope and goes for a slingshot somersault senton, but Leviathan is able to catch him and just delivers a powerbomb against apron. He then picks Wil back up and drops him throat first over the barricade.

Leviathan grabs Wil and rolls him back into the ring. He goes over to his corner and tags Xaphan back into the match. Xaphan climbs up to the top rope and Leviathan picks Wil up and delivers a sidewalk slam before the masked man follows up with a shooting star press. Xaphan then hooks the leg and goes for a cover.


Xaphan picks Wil back up and sends him into the ropes. Wil comes off the ropes and gets taken down with a clothesline. Xaphan then picks Wil up and delivers Fall from Heaven. He then climbs to the top rope and delivers Coup of Heaven and goes for another cover.


Jacob comes in and delivers a stiff kick to the back of Xaphan to break up the pin. The ref gets Jacob out of the ring as Xaphan picks Wil up and motions for his finisher. He picks the man up and wants to hit Fire in Heaven, but Wil is able to wiggle out of the hold and hit the mat. Xaphan goes to grab Wil, but Wil is able to avoid it, delivering a palm strike that staggers the masked man before he grabs Xaphan and delivers Inazuma Suplex Special. Both men lay there on the mat as the ref starts his ten count. Both men begin to stir as Jacob stomps on the ring steps to get Wil over to make the tag. Wil gets up and dives, making the tag to Jacob!

Jacob comes in as Xaphan gets up to his feet. Jacob charges in and delivers a clothesline that drops Xaphan before he charges over into the corner and delivers a jumping forearm that drops Leviathan to the floor. Jacob turns around and delivers a Ruffin Kick to Xaphan that staggers him. He then grabs the masked man and lifts him up onto his shoulders. He picks Xaphan up and drops the man over his knees into a gutbuster before he goes for a cover.


Jacob picks Xaphan back up and this time, he delivers T-Virus and getting up, yelling that the match is over as the crowd begins to cheer for him. He picks Xaphan up and looks to hit Din’s Fire, but Xaphan is able to escape and stumble into his corner where Leviathan tags himself into the match. Leviathan comes in and just comes charging in and delivering a big boot before he picks Jacob up and sends him into the ropes. Jacob comes off the ropes and Leviathan delivers Fallen Grace and goes for a cover.


Wil comes in and breaks up the pin. As he does, Xaphan comes in and hits Hell’s Ingenuity onto Wil. The two men roll out of the ring as Leviathan picks Jacob up and hits him with Chaotic Sacrilege. He then goes for the pin.


Roger Arden: Here are your winners!!! LEVIATHAN...and...XAPHAN!!!!!

Nick Hanson: A great performance by both teams but a very dominant victory by House Crowley.

Miranda Augustino: I seeeeeee....future tag team title contenders, Nicky! Shit, I dare even say future Tag Team Champions!

Nick Hanson: The summoned demons of House Crowley definitely have a natural chemistry together.

Miranda Augustino: They’re demons Nicky. They’ve probably been tag teaming bitches for eons...wow that sounded wrong. Wait...no, it didn’t.

Miranda busts out laughing and Nick just face palms.

Nick Hanson: Well we hope you enjoyed the match, ladies and gentlemen! We’ll be right back after this commercial break!

As the show returns from the commercial break, the cameras find Commissioner Steven Brody and Women’s Divisional General Manager Isabella Santiago in the ring. The theme song to Collision is just fading out as the camera closes in on the management duo. The crowd has an NFW chant going which draws a humble smirk from the Commissioner as he briefly looks to Isabella then to the crowd again, raising his microphone.

Steven Brody: Thank you, everyone! Ladies and gentlemen, as Commissioner and Owner, and on behalf of Women’s GM, Isabella Santiago, I wanna thank each and every one of you here in attendance and all of you watching at home.

He pauses, lowering the mic as the fans cheer a little bit before he raises the mic again.

Steven Brody: Unlike other promotions, I’m not gonna shill in a random advertisement for our network. We advertise it enough as is.

Brody chuckles and the fans give a mixed reaction. Some laugh; others give humored “ohhhhhhhhhs.” Brody looks to the camera, smirks and shrugs before continuing.

Steven Brody: Let’s be real for a minute, we had one hell of a 2019 for New Frontier. Competitors came, competitors went, and new competitors made their professional debuts. We had our ups and downs. Some of the downs hit us a lot harder than the ups and, to be honest, for a moment there, it looked and felt like the New Frontier might have been the Final Frontier.

Some fans laugh a little. Jesus, did Brody just squeeze in an Iron Maiden joke? Yes...yes, he did.

Steven Brody: But!

He raises an index finger to ask for their silence.

Steven Brody: But...we survived. We persevered. We pushed on, and thanks to our newest and most reliable Women’s General Manager….

He turns, motioning with a hand to the lovely Isabella Santiago beside him to which the crowd take a moment to give a roar of approval.

Steven Brody: Thanks to her, New Frontier Wrestling caught itself on that last ledge and we have climbed back up to the surface. We have survived what looked like another inevitable implosion. So give it up for Ms. Santiago and, Isabella, if you have anything you’d like to say before we get down to business, the floor is yours.

Brody lowers the mic as the fans give another roaring pop before eventually starting an “Issy” chant. Isabella just stands there for a moment, soaking in the chant a little bit as looks around at the crowd on hand and just nods to them before looking at Steven and nodding to him as well before she brings her microphone up to her mouth.

Isabella Santiago: Honestly, thank all of you so much for that. I never really ever thought I’d be in a position such as this, a chance to make a difference somewhere, a place that I could be proud to say I work for. The New Frontier has welcomed me with open arms. Well… at least most of the people.

Isabella chuckles as the fans let out an “oooooooooh!” as she just stands there for a moment. She then asks for silence once again before she brings the microphone back up to her mouth to speak.

Isabella Santiago: And when I came here, the company had just had a plethora of stars walk out of the company. It wasn’t looking good, folks, I’m not going to lie to you. But we pushed on, our roster rallied behind one another and we began growing, signing more talent, bringing in some of the biggest and most controversial stars we’ve ever seen. But, with that growth, comes some change. We can’t keep going the way we’re going anymore because some great talent just gets lost in the shuffle. Mister Brody and myself spent a couple of months meeting, talking, and trying to figure out the best way to utilize all of our talent here in The New Frontier. Then it hit us. Mister Brody, if you will, please.

Nodding humbly, Brody brings the microphone back up to take over.

Steven Brody: Lost in the shuffle. That’s a very good way of putting it, and frankly it’s something that we refuse to see happen to any of our men and women signed to New Frontier Wrestling. So...I’d like to take this moment to ask you all to congratulate Miss Santiago here on a sort of...promotion. She’s no longer going to be known as Women’s General Manager.

Brody pauses to see how the crowd reacts. They actually react as expected with some shock and boos. He exchanges a brief smirk with Isabella before raising a hand to ask for their silence so he can continue.

Steven Brody: Hold on, hold on now…. See...she’ll no longer be our Women’s GM...because as of one week from this Saturday...on January 18th...Miss Santiago will be taking over an entire show of her own. Ladies and gentlemen, we are pleased to announce to you, the new brand in New Frontier Wrestling! Because as most people very well know...after a Collision...comes...TRAUMA!!


Brody turns dramatically, pointing to the video wall as the screen lights up with the new logo for the upcoming show. A brief excerpt of Lacuna Coil's "Reckless" plays as the fans go wild. Even as the video wall turns off and the music stops, the crowd continues going insane.

Nick Hanson: Wow! A second weekly show for NFW?!

Miranda Augustino: Niiiiiiiceeee--- wait. Are we gonna have to work doubles?! Shit!

Back inside the ring, Steven Brody lets the fans get the excitement out of their systems before turning to Isabella again.

Steven Brody: Ms. Santiago, while it’s been a pleasure working beside you on Collision, I wish you the best of luck as you bring Trauma to the world of professional wrestling.

He takes a moment to shake the woman’s hand before turning back to the fans.

Steven Brody: Now then...that leaves the final question. What happens on Collision? What happens with the Women’s Division. Well folks...my daughter Alex has always told me “daddy, I love you but you need to get with the times.” Professional wrestling is evolving. It’s growing. Things are changing in this business every day, it seems. So, today’s the day that NFW undergoes a massive change. Now, obviously there’s going to be a split in the roster with Trauma approaching. We’re going to be sending some of the current NFW roster over. However, we won’t be hiring another Women’s GM to Collision and Miss Santiago won’t be hiring a Men’s General Manager for Trauma because New Frontier, folks...is going completely intergender as of January 18th! New titles. New rivalries. Dream matches that you thought you might never see under the NFW banner are going to happen!

Nick Hanson: Whoooooaaaaa!!

Miranda Augustino: She did it!!!! She actually did it!!!!

Nick Hanson: What are you talking about?

Miranda Augustino: Dana!! She said she was gonna make big changes in NFW and she fucking did it!!!

Nick Hanson: Oh come onnnnnnn!!!

Miranda Augustino: She deserves the credit, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: She doesn’t deserve a damn thing, Miranda!

Obviously the crowd and the management duo in the ring can’t hear the controversial bickering between the commentators as Steven Brody continues.

Steven Brody: Now...that leaves one final order of business. Like myself and Miss Santiago said...we’re growing. Responsibilities are moving around. That being said, it’s become apparent that I, myself, am unable to handle both managing one of our brands and running the company as a whole….

The crowd begins to buzz with curiosity and anticipation. What’s going on now? Steven Brody holds a hand to his chest as he gives a small bow to those starting to chant “please don’t go! Please don’t go!”

Steven Brody: I promise, I’m not going anywhere. I’ll always be here to oversee how both shows are going. However, I’m only human and I’ll be the first to admit, as I have before with Miss Santiago when she first stepped in...I need help. So I found help. I reached out to an old friend of mine who knows a little bit about running a brand. Most of you may know him. Who here remembers back in 2007, a short lived but successful promotion known as NLW? No Limits Wrestling?

Not everyone in the crowd but a heavy portion of them begin to buzz again as Brody raises a hand up and looks around at the audience.

Nick Hanson: I used to work for No Limits Wre---waaaaaait a minute… No way….

Nick laughs a little.

Miranda Augustino: What, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: Did Steven Brody really…?

Miranda Augustino: What, what, what?!

Steven Brody: Folks, please allow me to introduce and reintroduce to some...the new General Manager of Tuesday Night Collision, as of January 21st; LUTHOR...CALLAWAY!!!!

Brody snaps his arm out to the stage again as….


Coming For Blood’s “Like A Shot” - the Collision theme - kicks on over the speaker system at the chorus. The curtain parts and out walks Luthor Callaway in a casual shirt and slacks with a jacket. He gets a mostly positive reaction as he raises both hands, throwing rock horns to the audience with a wide yet fierce, commanding smile.

Miranda Augustino: HOOOOOOLY SHIT!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: LUTHOR...CALLAWAY...IS...BACK, FOLKS!!!

Callaway makes his way down the ramp, casually reaching out with one hand to slap hands with the fans that do reach out. Rather than go up the steps, he climbs the apron with surprising nimbleness, pausing there to look around at the audience before wiping his feet off and stepping into the ring where he shakes the hands of Steven Brody and Isabella Santiago.

Steven Brody: Mr. Callaway, on behalf of the NFW staff, myself and Ms. Santiago are pleased to say...welcome back. The floor is yours.

Steven Brody hands the microphone to the new Collision General Manager before moving to the ropes so he and Isabella can exit. He sits on the middle rope, making room for the newly announced Trauma GM to step out easily. Isabella nods as she looks at the new General Manager and flashes him a quick smile and handshake before she steps out of the ring and walks down the steps to get down onto the floor where she waits for Brody. As Brody follows Isabella down to the floor and the two make their way up the ramp, Luthor Callaway is left standing in the center of the ring as the crowd gives him a “welcome back” chant. He gives that same infectious grin again as he lifts the microphone.

Luthor Callaway: Well now...if I ain’t mistaken I’d say that...some of you know who I am, huh?

The crowd reacts. Callaway visibly chuckles before continuing.

Luthor Callaway: That’s good. That makes my job as the General Manager of this show a little easier because that means...if you remember me...then some of the people in the back, whether they were signed under No Limits or their parents were, might remember, as well. But for those of you don’t, I’ll simply say this. I’ve been trusted by Steven Brody to run Collision in his stead while he handles business more on his level. Now, No Limits Wrestling never made it far but believe me, it wasn’t for a lack of my sense of business or management skills.

He pauses to look around at the audience again with that same grin creeping across his face again.

Luthor Callaway: Now...I’m the kinda guy that when he’s shown the trust of an employer, a friend on top of that...he takes his job very seriously. So, with that being said, let me assure you. For those of you in the back that wind up staying here on Collision? For those of you that wind up working for me? I’m not a micromanager. Keep doing your thing. Keep drawing the crowd. Keep making moments. However! I know there’s some people back there that thing that Collision and New Frontier as a whole, even, are a wild ground and that aaaaanybody can just up and decide they do what they wanna do. They think they can just run the show and throw management’s right out the window. We-hell...No sir! Not here. Not on this show. Not on MY show. I’m fair...but I’m also tough. You come to work. You do your job. You bust your ass. You get rewarded. You get your opportunities. But...you come on my show...you try throwing your weight around...you try and act like you run this shit?

He’s looking at the camera now as the shot zooms in on his face. He grins again, this time a little colder and less friendly like.

Luthor Callaway: ...Well...let’s have some fun...and see which of you wanna try me….

There’s another buzz throughout the crowd as Luthor puts that more friendly smile back on his face and steps back from the camera, waving to the crowd.

Luthor Callaway: But with that being said, let’s not take up anymore air time, shall we? It is SO good to be back! Y’all enjoy the show!

“Like A Shot” resumes as Luthor Callaway hands the microphone off to the time keeper and makes his way out of the ring and up the ramp.

Nick Hanson: Luthor Callaway is back folks!

Miranda Augustino: That sounded a little ominous, Nicky! Try him? What’s that supposed to mean?

Nick Hanson: I guess we’ll see, Miranda, won’t we?

Miranda Augustino: Guess so!

Nick Hanson: We’ll be right back with our main event folks!
Roger Arden: ”Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the main event of the evening and it is a Hell In A Cell match for the NFW Silver Mountain Championship. The only way to win the match is by pinfall or submission.”

Nick Hanson: ”This is a match that got personal quick.”

Miranda Augustino: ”Erin Mercer has a win already over Mami, but the things she’s been saying, playing to Eavan’s need for redemption, she’s lit a fire under Mami.”

Nick Hanson: ”With Mercer training under LeeAnn Viskin lately, we’ve seen a much more sinister Red Queen. Could Eavan be in over her head here?”

Miranda Augustino: ”Going by what we’ve seen from Mami in NFW, her transformations, her new friends, I wouldn’t bet against the champ.”


The lights to the arena slowly fade out and there's a notable pop from the older generation of fans in the crowd as the opening notes of Lacuna Coil's "Swamped" sounds throughout. As the guitar and vocals kick in, red lights flash in sync with the rhythm, then once the first verse kicks in, the stage lights up with more red lights. The words RED QUEEN fill the video wall.

Nick Hanson: Well look at this!! Or I should say listen!!!

Miranda Augustino: Talk about a passing of the torch, Nicky!!!

As the swell in music continues to play, the cameras capture a silhouette stepping out onto the stage in front of the crimson background. A figure in a long, flowing coat that reaches the floor. The music reaches the chorus and the light on the stage changes to reveal, in full visibility, Erin Mercer, standing with her head down. She slowly lifts her attention, though, to the booing audience. Her eyes are filled with sheer coldness as they sweep across the masses around her. Finally, she lifts her hands up and gives a single turn of her body, before beginning her approach to the ring.

Roger Arden: "Introducing the challenger. Making her way to the ring, from Los Angeles, California...the Red Queen...ERIN...MERCER!"

Nick Hanson: We know Erin Mercer's been training under LeeAnn Viskan, folks. Still is, in fact. However this! THIS! Wow!

Miranda Augustino: She gave her latest student her most iconic entrance theme. THAT is something!

Nick Hanson: I have to wonder...did she give her anything else?

Erin reaches ringside, making her way around to one side of the apron. She reaches up, climbing onto it, pausing on one knee and casts her eyes over the audience again before standing and turning to lean back against the ropes. She steps over the middle rope, entering the ring and walks across to the other side, dipping under the top rope, spreading her arms out to soak in the jeers from the crowd. Erin straightens up back in the ring then, moving to her corner as she opens her coat and removes it, handing it off to the ringside attendant - actually dropping it and making them pick it up - before leaning back in her corner. She looks up at the cell above her and smirks, before leaning on the ropes looking up the ramp, extending her arm and hand inviting her opponent into the ring.

Roger Arden: "And her opponent..."

The image of three plague doctors appears on the tron, two with black masks and one with a gold mask as the words The Purge in electric red appear. The doctor with the gold mask removes it revealing its leader, Eavan Maloney, as she looks into the camera.

“Hell is empty… and the Shieldmaidens are here”

Roger Arden: "From New Orleans, Louisiana. She is the New Frontier Wrestling Silver Mountain champion… Eavan… Krigare… Zdunich!"

The sound of motorcycles reverberates throughout the arena as Skillet’s ‘Feel Invincible’ plays. Eavan “Krigare” Zdunich, along with her stablemates Zombie and Hairicin walk out onto the ramp. The three raise their right arms and place their fists together before Zombie and Hairicin leave and Krigare walks down the ramp. In the crowd are Eavan’s wives Katra & Adriana Zdunich, which Eavan goes over and consults with before stepping into the ring. Mercer tries to go after Eavan as the referee keeps her in her corner. Eavan removes her kutte and tosses it back to Katra and Addy before holding up her Silver Mountain title. The cell comes down to contain the two combatants and the ref as the bell sounds.


Mercer immediately is on Eavan in the corner, a series of body shots and elbow strikes, rocking the champion. Eavan tries to shake it off but Mercer is back on her again, before pulling Eavan out of the corner with a belly-to-belly suplex. Eavan is slow to get up as Mercer taunts her with taps to the head with her foot, yelling at her to get up. Too slow to get up on her own, Mercer grabs Eavan by the throat and pulls her to her feet as Eavan kicks her in the inner thigh near the knee. Mercer staggers back as Eavan falls towards the ropes, finally getting a chance to catch her breath.

As Mercer comes at her again, Eavan kicks Mercer square to the knee to drop her, then a chick kick to the side of Mercer’s head rocks her enough to fall out of the ring. Eavan falls back against the ropes again, holding her ribs, and sees where Mercer rolled out. Eavan pulls herself up, looks out at Mercer who’s staggering to get to her feet, Eavan runs the ropes, dives through the ropes, Mercer sidesteps her and Eavan collides headfirst into the metal support holding the fenced squares. Mercer, on her ass, looks over at Eavan and shakes her head. Mercer gets up, grabs Eavan by the head and rubs her face against the chain link fence right in front of Katra and Addy, the barbs in the fence cutting up Eavan’s face. Mercer grabs Eavan from behind and lays her out with a reverse German suplex with Eavan landing on her head again.

Mercer looks under the ring and pulls out a kendo stick and twirls it in her hand. Eavan is slowly starting to stir. Mercer tries to hit her, Eavan rolls. Mercer with a second strike attempt, Eavan rolls a second time but ends up in the corner of the cell, practically upside down. Mercer with a third strike attempt, Eavan catches the stick between her feet, reaches up to grab it and manages to pull it out of Mercer’s hands. Eavan rolls to get up, Mercer with a knee strike to Eavan’s head that misses, and Eavan with the kendo stick catches Mercer on the shoulder repeatedly before focusing on Mercer’s ribs and under the arm. Mercer tries shaking off the stick shots, trying to get feeling back in the arm, as Eavan is on the hunt now. Eavan leaps off the stairs and hits Mercer in the head with a flying knee as the crowd rallies behind her.

Eavan reaches under the ring and pulls out a table and leans it against the cell wall, grabs Mercer and rolls her back in the ring. Eavan bends down to pick up Mercer but Mercer pokes Eavan in the eye before slapping her across the face. Eavan pulls her matted hair back, her face bloodied, and smiles at Mercer. Eavan yells at her to slap her again, which Mercer obliges. A series of slaps, each slap harder than the last, before drilling Eavan with the Spinning Elbow. Eavan is out but instead of going for the cover, she exits the ring and starts to taunt Katra and Addy through the fence. Eavan starts to stir and see where Mercer is, rolls out of the ring and runs at her and hits a leaping running knee to the back of Mercer’s head. Mercer crumples to the mat and Eavan hangs onto the fencing, riling up the crowd again.

Eavan goes back to the table she had pulled out earlier, opens the legs of one end and hooks them in the chain links, the other end of the table sitting on the apron. Eavan walks over to Mercer, picks her up on her shoulders and lays Mercer on the table. Eavan goes to the top rope, looking down at a barely-conscious Mercer and hits the Twisted Demon 630 Senton but Mercer rolled off the table, sending Eavan crashing through the table. Before either of them realize what is happening, the fencing lets go and falls on the two of them, metal bracings and all. Both of them lay on the floor as the crowd starts a holy shit chant.

Mercer is the first to her feet after a couple of minutes, both of them bloodied, and before looking back at Eavan, staggers over to where Katra and Addy are sitting and tries to slap Katra, but Katra blocks the slap and connects with a right hand of her own. Mercer turns around to sees Zombie standing there, crowbar in hand. Mercer runs around the cell where she is met by Hairicin, crowbar in hand.Mercer looks up and decides to climb the cell as Eavan is starting to stir. She looks at Katra who is rubbing her fist, and hears Mercer yelling from above. Eavan points up which gets a huge crowd pop. Zombie hands her the crowbar which Eavan slips into the back of her ring gear, shakes her head and starts to climb the cell.

Mercer tries to kick Eavan’s head but Eavan grabs her foot, the other hand gripping the fence and tries to pull Mercer off the cell. Mercer gets free and backs up, allowing Eavan to get up on the cell. Eavan pulls the crowbar out of her gear and Mercer’s eyes go wide. Mercer gets on her knees and starts pleading with Eavan. Eavan pulls her arm back, ready to strike, but upon seeing the fear in Mercer’s face, drops the crowbar. As she’s about to pull Mercer up, Mercer low-blows Eavan, gets up quickly, hooks Eavan behind her… RED DEATH ON THE TOP OF THE CELL! The fencing looks as if it’s starting to let go, and as Mercer is about to go and climb down the cell, Eavan starts to get up, asking her if that’s all she has. Mercer shakes her head, turns around, the two of them on the bowing fencing. Mercer picks up Eavan, about to double her over… NOLA MAKEOVER OUT OF NO…


The fencing lets go and both fall to the ring below! Mercer lands first with Eavan falling back-first on top of her, both of them out of it from the fall. The referee checks them both before dropping quickly.


Nick Hanson: ”Oh my God, she did it. Wait, did she?”

The referee goes over to the timekeeper and Arden to give them his decision.

Roger Arden: ”Here is your winner, AAAAND STILL… SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPION… EAVAN “KRIGARE” ZDUNICH!!!!”

Nick Hanson: ”How the hell did Eavan retain?”

Miranda Augustino: ”I don’t think anyone knows, not even Mami. They’ve both just started coming to, I don’t even think either of them know the match is over.”

Eavan rolls over and tries pulling Mercer to her feet before the referee hands Eavan her championship. Eavan holds her neck as the referee explains what happened. As EMTs come down to check on both competitors, Eavan pushes by them and climbs the barricade to be with her wives, holding her neck as Addy takes the title from her as the show comes to an end.

Nick Hanson: Well that's gonna be our show for the night, folks! We'll see you next week at Madison Square Garden! It's Wrestle War Sixteen!!

Miranda Augustino: I can't wait, Nicky! Next week's gonna be wild! We'll see ya then, bitches!

Nick Hanson: So long everybo--

The show was rolling along, the fans were hype and abuzz from all the action until suddenly the lights of the arena faded leaving the entire place pitch black. A faint buzzing comes over the speakers followed by a synthesized soft rhythm. The sound was soft and dark, almost whimsical until finally a single drum strike and a single cord of a guitar hit followed by a woman's voice.

"Even in these chains, you can't stop me."

The drum and guitar strum beat repeats and each time the woman's voice appeared again repeating the phrase. Each time it happened a strobe light flashed on the spot in front of the curtain.

Nick Hanson: Is that...?

Miranda Augustino: The single hottest woman on the roster and the undisputed QUEEN of NFW!

When the final strike hits and the woman screams out the final line the strobe returns to find the black and red-haired Jasmine Matthews on her knees on the stage. She was leaned forward with one hand on the stage and the other out in front of her as she bobbed to the speed and rhythm of "Big Bad Wolf" by In This Moment. Dressed in a pair of jeans and a black "Fanged Rose" top Jasmine continued to bob through the opening until the actual first verse began and she jumped back to her feet.

"Everywhere I go, you go along with me.
She said, everything you get, it's all because of me.
I said, everything I do, you do along with me.
She said, no matter where you run, YOU CANNOT HIDE FROM ME!"

She's got a microphone in her hand and a tiny yet ever so twisted smirk on her face as she slowly paces the stage, watching the women in the ring. Finally, she looks among the audience and brings the microphone to her mouth.

Jasmine Matthews: "Well! Here we are! The time has finally come to announce the match type that will happen when the title gets defended. And I thought long on this, reached things both far and wide, even going as far as to look back at history. And I have finally come to a decision! And it's very simple!"

Jasmine paused a moment lowering the mic as the fans worked themselves into a frenzy trying to figure it out.

Nick Hanson: The fans are yelling out their ideas!

Miranda Augustino: ....one of them just shouted a bedroom match...

That option got a wink from Jasmine who shook her head and raised the mic again.

Jasmine Matthews: "A lot of good ideas! Cage! Falls count anywhere! Casket! Ambulance! But no, those aren't...Matthew's enough."

Nick Hanson: What does that even mean?!

Miranda Augustino: This family is known for fucking with people's heads Nick. I can't wait to hear this!

Jasmine Matthews: "So I scoured, and I clawed through a piece of research material after a piece of research material for the perfect way to make Eavan's wish come true. She said she wanted to get MIDEVIL! So...I looked....and I looked....and I LOOKED! And I found it! Three words...TRIAL BY COMBAT! AND! Since I get to pick, that means I get to pick the champions!"

A sudden evil smirk spreads across the Queen's face as she announces it.

Jasmine Matthews: "Representing me, in his second match of the evening! Anton Crowley!"

Nick Hanson: CROWLEY?! What is this about?!

Miranda Augustino: After all the strife between them recently? This is brilliant!

Nick Hanson: But who is he going to face?!

Miranda Augustino: Shut the fuck up and she'll tell you!

Jasmine Matthews: "And representing Eavan? KATRA ZDUNICH!"

Nick Hanson: NO! She's not even a fighter!

Miranda Augustino: -Can say nothing. She's in absolute shock and torn between support.-

Another slow smirk spread across the vixen in the rings lips as she turned her eyes to the camera.

Jasmine Matthews: "I told you...you'd hand me that title of your own free will. Now? Next week at the Pay Per View? You can handle it to me and raise my arm as the winner and new champion? Oh, Anton can beat the hell out of your wife, leave her a broken and bloody mess in the center of the ring and then HE can do it. CHOOSE!"

Jasmine tossed the mic down to the ring with a clatter as the show fades out.