NFW Collision #64 - Hiroshima, Japan! 02/04/2020!

The shot opens up on the inside of the Prefectural Sports Center in Hiroshima, Japan!! The seats are jam packed and the Japanese crowd shows their appreciation for the visiting promotion from the West as the camera sweeps over them in their t-shirts and their signs.


Nick Hanson: Konnichiwa! Hello, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Episode #64 of NFW Collision! We’re here in beautiful Hiroshima! Our Invasion tour continues with tonight’s matches. We started this past Saturday with Episode #3 of Trauma inside this very building, the Prefectural Sports Center. General Manager Isabella Santiago announced the captain of her War Games team as none other than Cali-Kate!

Matt Salvatore: That match is gonna be insane with the way it’s panning out, Nick, but I’m excited about tonight. We got a 10 person Battle Royale for the main event. Winner goes to Invasion to face the World Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh. The kicker! Sativa’s one of the ten in that match. If she wins, she gets to choose her opponent.

Nick Hanson: Which she seems set on picking nobody and taking the night off. I don’t think that General Manager Luthor Callaway’s gonna let it happen that way.

Matt Salvatore: Oh I guarantee you he won’t. I know the guy well. It’s gonna be difficult to win that match but possibly even more so for Nevaeh. Luthor Callaway put a target on her back when he made it official: if someone eliminates her from the match but does not go on to win the match itself, they get a Wildcard. They can cash in an opportunity for the World Heavyweight Championship at any time they choose. Frankly? I’d have taken that over a designated match at a pay-per-view.

Nick Hanson: Really?

Matt Salvatore: Oh yeah! What’s better chances? Meeting the champ head on in a match or being able to catch them when they’re vulnerable?

Nick Hanson: You never were a man of honor, were you?

Matt Salvatore: I loved to fight, Nick. I didn’t give a shit about moral codes and I commend those who don’t let them weigh them down. Be ready for a fight at all times or get your head rocked. Words of wisdom from a twenty plus year veteran.

Nick Hanson: I see… Well, we thank you for joining us, ladies and gentlemen! Let’s not waste any more time; we got a stacked card as always! Let’s get this episode of Collision underway!
We find ourselves backstage where Ronnie North is getting prepared for his match and, mercifully, is wearing all of his clothes this time.

Ronnie North: Japan… last time I was here things got more than a little weird on a video shoot I did. I still can’t smell squid without crying a little bit, but I am nothing if not welcome to new experiences and wrestling in Japan? That’s one heck of a new experience for me. Everyone hits a little harder in the land of the rising sun and is a little bit more eager to prove himself. I know my opponent Caine Marik, whose name sort of sounds like he’s a deep lore Star Wars character, probably feels like he has something to prove. Probably wants to climb the ladder and isn’t content opening the show against a guy who is here fresh off his first win and already has the ladies in the crowd screaming his name.

Ronnie raises an eyebrow as a green-haired woman we don’t recognize passes by him in the backstage area. He takes out a small audio recorder when she is out of earshot.

Ronnie North: Note to self. Still need to find an actress to play ‘Screw-tiva Nevaeh’ for the first edition of Nude Frontier Wrestling. Also, work on coming up with a better name than ‘Screw-Tiva Neveah’. Also need to put batteries in this tape recorder. Pretty sure none of this is actually recording. There...there isn’t even a tape in here. I have a cell phone. Why do I even have this?

Ronnie pitches the tape recorder in a nearby trash can.

Ronnie North: I’m not just here to pick up wins and look astoundingly handsome and get laid after the show. Those are great perks but no, I’m here to start a movement.

Ronnie takes a heroic stance.

Ronnie North: The Radditude Era in NFW started last week when I pinned Lara Bratton and it is continuing on this week as the Prince of Pleasure continues to show the world what he is capable of outside of the bedroom or a large empty room with a slip-n-slide covered in gelatin in it. Only one man will leave the ring as the victor and only one woman will be leaving the arena with my hotel key… but she can bring a hot friend.

Ronnie reaches into his jacket pocket and takes out a copy of his hotel room key, dangling it for the camera to see before lowering his shades to give us a wink.
Yuusuke Takeda: Go resseki no minasama,-ji no kontesuto wa 1tsu no aki ni yotei sa rete imasu!

Ayumi Nakamura’s “Become The Wind” sounds throughout the arena as Caine Marik walks out on stage. Without any posing or pandering to the crowd, Caine walks down the ramp, approaching the ring with cold, hard focus on his face. Upon reaching the ring, he walks up the steps and gets into the ring; moving to his corner, he pulls on the ropes, starting to warm up for the match.

Yuusuke Takeda: Masachūsettsu-shū sēramu kara saisho ni shōkai shimasu! Kare no taijū wa 225-pondodesu. The Black Swan….CAAAAAAINE….MARIIIIIIIIIIIIK!!!!!!!

The camera is behind the curtain as 'Give It 2 U' by Robin Thicke begins to play, zoomed in on the backside of someone's tights reading 'RN' only the Front line of the 'R' hangs down much lower than most. The ass is gyrating to the beat of the music. The camera circles around the body of this individual as they make their way through the curtain, focusing on their impressive package and hip thrusting before finally it pulls back to reveal Ronnie North in all his glory.

‘Girl give it to me
Girl you know what it do, girl give it to me
I got somethin' brand new, girl give it to me
I'll put it all on you, girl give it to me
Woo! I got a gift for ya
I got this for ya, a little Thicke for ya
A big kiss for ya, I got a hit for ya
Big dick for ya, let me give it to ya
Baby baby, I got a call for ya
I got a whip for ya, black car for ya
Ball hard for ya, I know you wanna get fancy
I know you wanna start dancin'

Ronnie rolls his hips to the music as he removes his ring jacket and tosses it to the 'adoring' ladies stage side.

‘Hey girl
You know you're looking so damn fly
You looking like you fell from the sky (angel)
You know make a grown man cry
I wanna give it to you tonight
And make everything you fantasize
Come true, ooh baby
I’ll make it so, so, so amazing
I’ll give it to you’

Ronnie does a heel-toe strut to the ring that is full of swagger, stopping on occasion to point and wink at women at ringside. They can barely contain their excitement and/or arousal. Ronnie climbs into the ring and hands his sunglasses off to the referee before heading to his corner and leaning against it casually.

Yuusuke Takeda: Kariforunia-shū sanferunandobarē shusshin no kare no taisen aite! Taijū wa 270-pondodesu.The Prince of Pleasure...RONNIEEEEEEEEEE NOOOOOOOOOOOOORTH!!!!!!

~DING DING DING~

With the bell ringing, Marik and North circle briefly before North gestured for the lock up. As Caine Marik moved in, Ronnie held up a hand and a roll of laughter as well as a pop emanated from the crowd as Ronnie put his hands on his head and began gyrating his hips in a sultry manner. Caine's face grew dark before he unleashed with a HUGE downward chop to the chest!

Crowd: WOOOOOOOOOOOO!

North dropped to a knee clutching his beet-red chest with an exaggerated pained expression and Caine Marick wasted zero time in taking to North with repeated hard knees to the side of the head and upper body before flattening him with a sharp pump kick! Ronnie's eyes rolled back and he toppled over, Caine going for the cover!

ONE

TWO

Kick out by North! Marik roughly dragged a groggy North to a vertical base and sent him for an irish whip, except he held onto the arm and reeled him back in! RIPCORD K...no! The crowd volume really lifted as North ducked underneath and nailed him with a devastating modified inverted atomic drop before taking him down with a neckbreaker! Ronnie with the suggestive cover and the crowd laughing!

ONE

T..

Marik angrily powered out, and it was clear that he was sick and tired of being humiliated, clutching North around the throat and earning a poor reaction as he repeatedly slammed North's head. With North dazed, Marik easily dragged him up to his feet. There was a mixed reaction from the fans as Marik motioned to end this match here and now, delivering a HARD backfist before unleashing his dangerous take on the mandible claw! DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE!

Nick Hanson: There it is! Down The Rabbit Hole!

Matt Salvatore: Not a bad take on the claw, Nick! I hope Ronnie’s gag reflex cooperates!

Nick Hanson: Jesus, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: Hey….

We can almost see Matt shrugging in our heads here.

North struggled desperately, until Marik's loss of focus gave him an opening. Marik was too busy with his hold to notice North's fist rear back...HEART BREAKER! That dropped Marik to his knees. North ain't done, though! The crowd volume steadily built to fever pitch as he set Marik up for, and delivered DROPPIN LOADS! Cover!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Yuusuke Takeda: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu! RONNIIIIIIIIIIIE….NOOOOOOOOOORTH!!!!

Nick Hanson: And another win for Ronnie North, ladies and gentlemen! This guy can clown around but he can go, too!

Matt Salvatore: This is twice in a row now, people should probably learn a lesson. Don’t stick your fingers in Ronnie’s mouth. Shit ain’t gonna end well.

Nick Hanson: I never knew you were so...so….

Matt Salvatore: I have a sense of humor, Nick. You only ever knew me when I was active and all business.

Nick Hanson: Fair point. Sorry, Nick…

Matt Salvatore: You know I do do stand up right?

Nick Hanson: You what?!

Winner: Ronnie North
Result: Pinfall
We cut backstage to find Aiden Reynolds, new NFW signee and a man who later tonight is taking on Keiji Sugiwara. He flashes a friendly boyish grin before opening his mouth, his Australian accent coming through as he walks down the hallway of the arena.

Aiden Reynolds: Aye Aye whats the good word Japan?. It's been a long long time since I've been here. But most of you know, I started my international career here.

There is a pop in the arena as some fans seem to recognise the brash Aussie.

Aiden Reynolds: Tonight I get to face home country hero and former world champion Keiji Sugiwara. And to say I'm pretty stocked is an understatement. See Keiji seems to want to put on a show...to go out there and go toe to toe. And hey, I'm totally down for that. But just because I like ya Keiji doesn't mean I'm going to go easy on you...

Aiden stops and turns a corner picking up a bottle of water off the table.

Aiden Reynolds: Many of you fans know what to expect. Many of you know the high flying athletic action I bring. And those of you who don't and those of you who are watching Collision 64 from the comfort of your homes..well damn you're in for a treat...

He laughs to himself and looks around as the camera stays on him.

Aiden Reynolds: Now...where the hell am I?

Cut back to ringside.
Yuusuke Takeda: Tsugi no kontesuto wa 1tsu no aki ni yotei sa rete imasu!

The sight of a pixelated bomb fills the video wall, as a high pitched buzz fades in and out four times. There's a fifth fade, which is accompanied with 8-bit ticks, simulating a hi-hat before the chiptune kicks in proper.

Yuusuke Takeda: Saisho ni shōkai shimasu! NFW no hādodoraibu kara, jūryō 215-pondo de... the Cyber Pariah, STUFISH... P! I! F!

The crowd boos, finally remembering who's entrance this is. Out comes the hacker, spreading his arms out to greet the negative crowd. He walks down to the ring in time to "TOM/JONES" before stopping at ringside. As a shot to his former nemesis, he slides into the ring on his side before jumping up and giving the crowd a thumbs up before reaching a neutral corner.

Nick Hanson: And now Matt...who is, Stu Fish’s opponent.

Matt Salvatore: You forgot the P.I.F, Nick. And I dunno, let’s find out who, as he calls them, the quad question mark is…..

………

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………

………

The Prefectural Sports Center is on their feet, almost drowning out the sound of Godsmack’s “Bulletproof”, the Japanese fans more than familiar with the music and who it belongs to.

Nick Hanson: NOOOO WAAAAAAY!!!!

Matt Salvatore: HOOO--LEEEEE SHIT!!!

Stepping out of the smoke in front of the curtain under dark, eerie lights, DONA ROTTEN appears on the stage. Wicked grin, face paint and all as she looks around at the crowd before focusing on the ring.

Nick Hanson: We haven’t seen her in MONTHS, Matt!!

Matt Salvatore: Luthor Callaway said things were gonna change when he took over as General Manager, Nick. As surprised as I am here to see her back, I’m also not. There’s a reason his old company was called No Limits. You had guys like me, guys like Judas, Andrew Payne, Max LeBrun, Mannheim and Pitt. People who threw down like that lady and her husband do today. Her style’s right up boss man’s alley.

Dona slowly walks toward the ring, her focus squarely in front of her. She tunes out the fans, her mind lingering on the match at hand. A wry grin creeps across her painted face, as she climbs up onto the apron. Dona steps through the ropes, making her way to midring. The Toxic Knockout finally let's her eyes pan across the ringside area, before spitting a thick green mist skyward. Rotten cackles maniacally, and goes to her corner, to await the matches start.

Yuusuke Takeda: Nihon no Ōsaka ni sunde iru... Taijū wa 130-pondo. Kanojo wa Fuketsuna Parēdo o daihyō shite imasu...the Scream Queen...DONAAAAAA ROTTEEEEEEEEEN!!!!!!!!

~DING DING DING~

Dona and Stu come out of the corner and circle the mat. It’s worth noting that Stu’s movements and mannerisms were practically mirror movements of Dona herself. Dona even seems to pick up on this after a moment and starts calling him out on it. As she points and chides, however, Stu raises his finger and lip syncs her words and expression.The two shake their heads at one another before lunging in for a collar & elbow tie up. As they jar for position, Stu gets the strength advantage, pushing Dona back into the ropes. As the ref calls for the break, the two start to break clean but Stu hits a Dona style chop to Dona’s chest, mannerisms and all. Dona clutches her chest but it only seems to piss her off more than anything. She fires back with a full on chop right across the bare chest of Stu. Hiroshima roars their approval as Dona continues, starting to lay into the hacker wrestler with nothing fancy at all; just straight up punches, forearms and knees. Pure Dona Rotten style as the Toxic Knockout controls the beginning of the match with suplexes, DDTs and dropkicks. A popular spot that got the crowd over at one point saw Dona lift Stu Fish.pif up and deliver a Snake Eyes onto the corner, catching him from behind as he stumbled back, holding his face and delivered a Saito Suplex before getting a near pinfall.

The crowd was all behind Dona Rotten for her NFW in-ring return. As she went to continue the offense, however, Stu Fish.pif began to show his own prowess in the ring, fighting back against Dona with moves straight out of her arsenal; an all out brawl breaking out in between the two as Stu dished out Short Arm Lariats, Dropkicks, using his size advantage on the woman to throw her own attacks at her with more force. Dona looked like she was starting to slow down as Stu stayed on her, using her own counters against her. The exchange of fists started firing Dona up, however and she looked more alive in the fight than in the beginning once Stu started trading shots with her. Dona started coming back with her defense and throwing more shots back at Stu but Stu was like a mirror copy of the woman, hitting her right back until he came to the point where he charged in on Dona and went for her Chainsaw Kick while he had her down on one knee but Dona evaded the foot and rolled up to her feet. As Stu Fish turned back around to face her, Dona came lunging in with an attempt at a Rolling Sobat but Stu dropped underneath the leg and WHAM! Dona kicked the referee in the face!

As Dona checked on the ref, Stu hastily went to the other side of the ring, calling for the timekeeper to give him a bottle of water. Stu Fish quickly cracked the bottle open and took a big swig with the commentary team wondering what the hell he was doing. He got into position, waiting for Dona to turn around and when she did, hit her in the face with a watery mist that he spit out with theatrical hand motions. While Dona staggered back, grabbing at her face, all it really served to do was smear and wipe off some of her face paint. She had little time to do anything else as Stu Fish ran in and delivered a kick to the midsection followed by a quick DDT, driving her head into the mat. Stu Fish went for the cover but the ref was still down. The Cyber Pariah crawled over to shake the referee awake and get him stirring. Once the ref began to show signs of life, Stu went back over and decided to try and set Dona up for the only original move in his arsenal, the Blue Screen. As he grabbed her legs, however, Dona pulled her knees in and thrust her feet out, knocking Stu backwards. Dona quickly got to her feet at the same time as Stu where he grabbed her by the wrist and went for one of her short arm lariats but Dona ducked under and ended up behind him. As Stu Fish spun around, Dona performed the exact same theatrical motions he had done with spitting the water, only from Dona Rotten came the VENOMOUS MIST!! Stu Fish grabbed at his face and staggered back, turning from Dona. The referee, unfortunately, happened to look up just in time to see this happen and called for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Even with the match over, Dona followed through, grabbing Stu and delivering the Punk-Plex right into the mat. She then sat up, just smiling with green covering her teeth and running down her chin. It made it all the more eerie when she smiled bigger and tilted her head to the side, innocently.

Nick Hanson: Well that’s gonna be a DQ for Dona Rotten!

Yuusuke Takeda: Minasama! Shikkaku no kekka to shite no shōsha...STU...FISH...P...I...F!

Matt Salvatore: I get the strangest feeling that she doesn’t give a shit, Nick.

As the referee assisted Stu Fish with water being poured into his eyes, “Bulletproof” played while Dona Rotten slid out of the ring and threw her arms out to the fans, drawing a pop as she leaned into the camera and waved, blowing a creepy little kiss before heading up the ramp.

Nick Hanson: Well, Stu Fish...dot pif may have won tonight, but Dona Rotten’s the one standing tall!

Matt Salvatore: And evidently proud, too!

We cut backstage to a hallway near the locker room area where Ian Dickenson and Ebony Arceri are walking together. Normally, the pair appear thick as thieves, but all things considered, the looks on their respective faces indicate that the only thing on their minds is strictly business. Eventually, Ebony stops right in the middle of the hallway, grabbing Ian by the wrist to get his attention.

Ebony: Just so we’re clear...

Ian turns to Ebony, nodding his head as he stands with his hands on his hips.

Ian: I know... nothing personal.

Ebony pauses, leaning against the wall as she stares down at her feet.

Ebony: Seems we spend more time in the ring against each other than we do backing each other up...

Ian hooks a finger under her chin and lifts her head up so that her eyes meet his.

Ian: All part of the job description, Eb...

Ebony pulls back, letting out a knowing, yet somewhat annoyed sigh.

Ebony: I know. I wouldn’t have bothered to sign the contract if I thought otherwise. Then again, I didn’t expect to meet you.

Ian arches an eyebrow, crossing his arms in feigned indignation.

Ian: So, you’re saying I’m a damper on your career?

Ebony smacks him in the arm, then shakes the resulting mild jolt of pain out of her hand. There’s a bit of a smile on her face, despite the growl in her voice.

Ebony: That’s not what I mean, Ian!

He chuckles.

Ian: I know... I’m just messing with you.

Ebony smirks at him, shaking her head as she pushes herself off of the wall.

Ebony: Not funny. Anyway, it’s obvious who our main targets in this match will be...

Ian: Depending on when people come into the match, we target that shitbag, Eric Lee first.

Ebony nods her head in agreement, instinctively touching her hand to the scar on her forehead, a souvenir from last week. A sneer creeps onto her face as Ian turns an angry shade of red, if only for a brief moment.

Ebony: If that old hag of a manager tries anything, I’ll make sure she gets a real close up of what it looks like when her little meal ticket gets thrown out of the ring on his ass!

Ian: Not until after I’ve had my fun with him.

Ebony: I’ve seen your idea of fun, Ian. Maybe we should BOTH throw his ass out?

Ian ponders this for a moment, then nods his head.

Ian: Fair enough. But what about Vanita and Charles?

The pair both pause as their thoughts turn to the only two in the match that they consider to be friends. Ian strokes his beard as Ebony narrows her eyes in contemplation.

Ebony: I don’t mind working with them to get the others out of the ring... imagine us as the final four.

They both look upward toward the ceiling, as if visualizing that very scenario in their minds, matching smiles forming on their faces.

Ian: Would make for a hell of a showdown, that’s for sure. And what about Lash and Holland?

The smiles fade as the pair resume their walk down the hallway.

Ebony: No beef with Holland, really. I respect what he’s done in the ring, but I’m not going to let it stop me from going after what I want. As for Lash... don’t think I haven’t forgotten about those cheap shots he used to take at you back in the...

This time, it’s Ian that stops, stopping Ebony in her tracks with a hand on her shoulder.

Ian: No sense dwelling on the past, Eb. Remember that at least SOME good came out of that time period.

She crosses her arms and gives him a disapproving glare.

Ebony: HEY! Quit trying to sweet talk me!

Ian smirks, shrugging his shoulders.

Ebony: Save that for after the match.

He smirks again, then they once again make their way down the hallway.

Ian: Now, onto the “champ,” who seems to think she can use this match as a way to earn herself a night off...

Ebony scoffs.

Ebony: Let her think what she wants... it’ll just make everyone else in the match just that much more determined to toss her out of the ring. Hell... the wildcard option alone would be worth it!

Ian: You’ve got a point, but I’d much rather be the one to win the whole damn thing.

Ebony: That’s about the only thing we agree on in this case...

Ian: Oh, me winning the match?

Ebony stops again, turning to stand right in front of Ian. She playfully pokes him in the chest as she stares into his eyes.

Ebony: You’ve got jokes, Ian. Just like Eavan expecting me to be an easy out. All that does is make me more determined to prove her wrong. And what better way than to toss her out of the ring and then win the title shot? As for you, you can have the wildcard... unless I toss out Sativa before you get the chance....

She turns around and walks off, stepping out of frame as the camera focuses on Ian. He throws his arms out and shakes his head, looking down the hallway in disbelief before taking off after her as the scene cuts away.
Yuusuke Takeda: Go resseki no minasama,-ji no kontesuto wa 1tsu no aki ni yotei sa rete imasu!

“Operation Ground and Pound” by Dragonforce fills the arena as Keiji Sugiwara comes bursting through the curtain to the pop of the crowd. He runs to either side of the stage, hyping the crowd up with his energy.

Yuusuke Takeda: Hajimeni! ! Nihon no Ōsaka kara! Taijū wa 220-pondodesu.Saigo no kōtei! SUGIWARAAAAAAAAAA, KEIJIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!

Keiji sprints down the ramp, running up onto the apron and slingshots himself into the ring where he comes up, bouncing on the balls of his feet before hitting the ropes a few times. He finally runs up onto a random turnbuckle and raises his hands to the cheering crowd. Keiji removes his t-shirt and hops down to the floor, tossing it into the audience before he turns and watches the ramp.

Massface's "Black Water" Aiden comes flying out from the back high fiving fans, he runs to the ring and starts walking up the steps before stopping and raising a fist in the air. He moves to the apron and climbs to the top rope raising his fist in the air again turning it to the metal horns before grabbing the top rope and cartwheeling into the ring.

Yuusuke Takeda: Kare no taisen aite! Ōsutoraria, kuīnzurando-shū gōrudokōsuto kara! 220-Pondo no omo-sa! The Australian Wolf...AIDEEEEEEEEEEN...REYNOOOOOOOOOLDS!!!!

~DING DING DING~

As the bell rang, both Aiden and Keiji fist-bumped before they circled. Both the crowd and Aiden seemed to get a laugh when Keiji just kept moving around in circles, Aiden eventually playfully smacking Keiji upside the head to laughter from the crowd. The two finally locked up in the middle, Aiden getting the early advantage with the go-behind, Keiji wriggling free of a waistlock takedown attempt, swiveling around and scooping the unsuspecting Aiden into an inside cradle pin!

ONE

Aiden obviously powered out easily, both men back to their feet and another tie up. Keiji managed to convert for an arm wringer on Reynolds, Aiden executing a sleek military style roll and skillfully taking Keiji over in a modified arm drag! Both men back up, Keiji trying for an arm drag of his own, Aiden clinging on and drawing Keiji in for his hip toss neckbreaker which impressed the fans! Cover by Reynolds!

ONE

TWO

Shoulder up! Keiji was groggy from the last move, Aiden easily able to drag Keiji up to his feet and hard Irish whip him. Aiden watched as Keiji hit the ropes and he ducked down looking for a backdrop driver, yet Keiji leapfrogged and hit the ropes again, this time in the opposite direction! We have a criss cross spot going on for no reason as both men seem to just pass each other by, swinging and missing as the crowd laughter got louder and louder. Aiden, seemingly a bit peeved, got a lucky break and caught Keiji around the waist, hooking him up and delivering a very impactful pendulum backbreaker! The look on Keiji's face is priceless. Cover!

ONE

TWO

T..

Keiji earned a pop when he kicked out. Aiden was confused and conferred with the referee, smacking his hand three times to signify that he felt the ref was too slow. Keiji had rolled over to the apron, and Keiji was on all fours. Aiden grinned as he stormed over, easily ripping Keiji back up to his feet. The fans exploded into laughter as Aiden was looking for a hard European uppercut, yet Keiji blocked and with his free hand, issued a devastating SLAP as pink, purple and silver glitter flew everywhere!

Nick Hanson: OHH!! KEIJI SUG--wait, what the hell?!

Matt Salvatore: This fucking kid just pimp slapped him with GLITTER?!

Nick Hanson: The Audacity!!!!

Matt Salvatore: Yeah, tell me about it!

Nick Hanson: No, that’s what it’s called. Keiji told me he had a new signature. We’d know it when we saw it. Said it was called The Audacity!

Matt Salvatore: Good name! I’d kill that little motherfucker if he hit me with that.

With the crowd either laughing or firmly on his side, Keiji gave the signal as he stood over a glitter-coated Aiden Reynolds and he hit the ropes! There's the usual flashy acrobatic display! LOADED FOR B..No! As Keiji went to complete the final tumble in his finisher sequence, Aiden Reynolds popped up his knees and Keiji landed awkwardly and hard, rolling off to the side and writhing in pain. Aiden saw his opportunity and seized it, leaping to the top rope. There it is, a GC SPLASH that is as breathtaking to observe while it takes the breath out of Keiji! Cover!

ONE

TWO

THREE

~DING DING DING~

Yuusuke Takeda: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu! AIDEEEEEEEEN...REYNOOOOOOOOOLDS!!!

Nick Hanson: Debut victory for Aiden Reynolds! Impressive performance by both men!

Matt Salvatore: Aiden Reynolds looks like he’s the star of a drag burlesque show; look at that shit on his face!

Nick Hanson: Well, maybe so, but he’s still your winner tonight!

♫♫♫ I've got a plan. I know the game. I cross the line and things will never be the same
♫♫♫ It's gotta be right, it's gotta be clean. I gotta cover all the spaces in between
♫♫♫ Because I want to be someone (someone you want to be like)
♫♫♫ One of a kind (just do it if it feels right)
♫♫♫ F***ing contagious (living in the limelight)
♫♫♫ Out of my mind'..

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

♫♫♫ Cuz I am the all original, so hated that it's criminal
♫♫♫ My fame is on the throttle, straitjacket supermodel
♫♫♫ Sideways on the level, tap dancing with the devil
♫♫♫ I'm bringing down the gospel, straitjacket supermodel

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

She climbs each step up to the ring very slowly and enters the ring as the music slowly fades out. She had a microphone in hand, but instead of speaking, she falls backwards onto the mat with a flat back bump. She lies there for a few long moments until the crowd becomes restless.

Finally, bringing the microphone to her mouth as she lies on the mat, she yells.

Lara Bratton: Oh, just shut up! I’m trying to rest here.

Now the typically reserved Japanese fans begin to boo.

Lara Bratton: Granted, being here in Thailand…[/color]

More boos from the crowd.

Lara Bratton: I said being here in Thailand has given me a new perspective. You see last week after I dispatched of Porn Stache Bob, I realized that Lara Bratton is not getting her just due here in New Frontage Wrestling. While I’ve been relegated to fighting porn stars and superheroes, we have so called champions handing over their championships and other champions winning belts without even competing in a match like a fucking little coward. Porn stars and superheroes. Where are the midgets? Where are the cowboys and Indians? Where are the zombies and the witches?

Lara rises up into a seated position.

Lara Bratton: Where are the samurais and the anime girls? C’mon, Lex! We got clowns and we got emo goths, but where are the cavemen and the angels? Seriously? All I want is to get a little respect around here. I want those in the position of power to recognize that they have a genuine star in their midst and start pushing me up the ladder here in En Ef Double U.

Finally getting to her feet, she shakes her head.

Lara Bratton: Tsk. Tsk. It seems as if I’m going to have to make a statement. I’m going to have to put some action to my words. I see all types of threats being bantered about on the Twitter from the weak and the fearful who are big and brave behind their keyboards. But what are you going to do about it when you are face to face to the UMF of NFW. You’ll do absolutely nothing. Once you get the Punchline, the joke is officially over.

“Straightjacket Supermodel” begins to play as Lara Bratton exits the ring and heads towards the back with a grin on her face.
Yuusuke Takeda: Go resseki no minasama,-ji no kontesuto wa 1tsu no aki ni yotei sa rete imasu!

The opening tunes of "The Mummers Dance (Remix)" by Lorena McKennet starts to play on the speakers. A few seconds into the song Layla steps out from behind the curtain in a long dress on which hangs several jeweled tassels alongside her many necklaces. Layla smiles to the cheers and adulation of the audience as she goes to several fans on the way down to give blessings to them. When she reaches ringside, she climbs the stairs and steps under the second rope to enter the ring where she poses for the audience once more. As her song fades out she removes, the necklaces and her dress to reveal her ring gear underneath. She hands her removed items to an attendant at ringside and prepares for her match.

Yuusuke Takeda: Saisho ni shōkai suru no wa, 120-pondo no omo-sadesu. Uranaishi! LAYLAAAAAAA….AAAAAAAIIIIIIIISHE!!!!!!!!

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

Yeah, Be prepared.

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

...For what?

For the death of the Queen.

Why? Is she sick?

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

Great idea! Who needs a Queen?

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

Idiots! There will be a Queen!

Hey, but you said, uh...

Then a loud scream is heard, as she begins cackling over the system. Then the final line is spoken as a tall woman steps out from behind the curtain. A gas mask covers her face as her long raven hair falls to one side. She raises the microphone to her face.

Starlight: *I*...will be queen!


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

As the two women get set to begin their match, "Parasite" by Andromeda hits the loudspeakers, the images showing a twisted face covered in macabre clown paint. There is a collective gasp from the audience as the camera pans back to the ring to show Tren Descarrilado moments before he hits Layla Aishe with his version of the Storm Cradle Driver, dubbed "End of the Line." He laughs maniacally as he tosses the woman's slumped form out of the ring over the top rope. Starlight looks momentarily stunned.

Nick Hanson: That’s Tren Descarrilado!!!!!

Matt Salvatore: The fuck is he doing here?!

Nick Hanson: I don’t know! He just attacked Layla Aishe, but why?!

Tren: You wanna match motherfucker?! Let's fucking go!

Nick Hanson: Wait a minute! Is he…?!

Starlight doesn't hesitate, nodding to the referee. He looks perplexed, but signals for the bell.

Matt Salvatore: Looks like we got a match after all, Nick!

~DING DING DING~

Starlight turns toward Tren, only to eat a devastating right hook, rocking his opponent before lifting her up and driving her into the mat with an implant DDT. He reaches down with a laugh, lifting his impromptu opponent to her feet, kicking her in the gut. He lifts her up over his shoulders into the Crucifix Powerbomb position before simply launching her across the ring with "Derailed"! Starlight hits the mat with a thud, but Tren is on top of her in an instant, rolling her over onto her stomach and locking in "Railroad Crossing", his version of the vicious Cross Arm Camel Clutch! Starlight screams out in agony, kicking her feet, but Train Wreck yanks back harder until the cries go silent, and the referee intervenes, signaling the end of the 'match' by submission.

~DING DING DING~

Yuusuke Takeda: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu! TREN….DESCAAAAAARRILADOOOOO!!!!

Nick Hanson: Well! Talk about an impromptu debut for Tren Descarrilado! What do ya think, Matt?

Matt Salvatore: I like his style, Nick!

Nick Hanson: You ready for some tag team action, Matt?

Matt Salvatore: Bet your ass, Nick. We’re about to see two teams that frankly? I’d have loved to team up with Belphegor against.

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.

Yuusuke Takeda: Go resseki no minasama,-ji no kontesuto wa 1tsu no aki ni yotei sa rete imasu! Sore o shōkai suru to, saisho ni hairu kenri ga hikidasa remashita. Kon'ya no gōkei jūryō wa 417-pondodesu!

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.

Yuusuke Takeda: Karera wa no chīmudesu "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.

Yuusuke Takeda: Kareradesu...THE DAAARK CIRCLE!!

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

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

The music begins to play.

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

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

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

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

Yuusuke Takeda: Soshite, nōsukaroraina-shū ashubiru shusshin no karera no taisen aite wa, ōkoku o daihyō shi,Christina Olson, Lilith Meadows, karera wa chi no otogibanashidesu!

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

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

~DING DING DING~

Lilith and Wil start the match for their respective teams and the two circle the ring. The two finally lock up and as they do, Wil goes behind and puts Lilith into a waist lock. Lilith though, is quick to counter out of it and transition into a headlock on Wil and then throws him over with a hip toss and wrenches on the head and neck of Wil for a moment before flawlessly transitioning into a hammer lock on the arm and pulling back on his arm. She would release the hold, getting up to her feet and delivering a stiff kick to the middle of the back of Wil who recoils. Lilith picks Wil up, taking him and using her strength, takes him overhead with a German Suplex. Lilith once again helps Wil up to his feet and looks to send him into the ropes. Wil though is able to reverse it, sending Lilith into the ropes. Lilith comes off the ropes, ducking a clothesline attempt by Wil and hitting the ropes once more. Lilith comes off the ropes again and this time, she’s caught with a standing dropkick by Wil and drops to the mat. Wil is quick to follow up by delivering a senton splash to Lilith before picking her up and dumping her on the back of her head with a German Suplex of his own.

Wil then grabs Lilith, picking her up and sending her into his corner. He comes chargining in, delivering a palmstrike to Lilith before tagging in Jacob. Jacob comes in off the tag, grabbing Lilith and delivering a scoop slam before he and Wil both deliver stereo elbow drops to the Dark Faerie. Wil gets out of the ring as Jacob picks Lilith back up off the mat and picks her up, hitting a brainbuster before hooking the leg and going for a cover.

1…

2…

Kickout!

Matt Salvatore: The Dark Circle coming out of the gates hot here.

Nick Hanson: I’m sure they feel like they have a lot to prove here tonight and beating the former champions is surely going to raise their stock in the tag team division.

Jacob picks Lilith up and this time, looks to deliver a delayed vertical suplex, showing off his strength a little bit as he holds Lilith up in place. He holds her there for about fifteen seconds before he just takes her over and slams her down onto the mat. He then grabs her and brings her back up to her feet and steps back. He looks to deliver a Ruffian Kick, but Lilith is able to grab his leg. She drops down, hyperextending his knee over her shoulder before taking his leg and delivering a dragonscrew before dropping her own knee over his. Jacob grabs his leg as Lilith continues to work it over a little bit and eventually locking in a knee bar right in the center of the ring.

Matt Salvatore: Lilith taking control now using her submission knowledge.

Nick Hanson: She prides herself in being a submission specialist.

Lilith cranks on the hold a little bit, hyperextending the knee more as the ref asks Jacob if he wants to quit. He refuses as fights, trying to get out of the hold. He finally claws and scratches his way towards the ropes and grabs the bottom rope, forcing Lilith to break the hold. Jacob scrambles under the bottom rope and out onto the apron, pounding on his leg, trying to get some feeling back into it, but that doesn’t last very long as Lilith hits the ropes and delivers a baseball slide dropkick to Jacob, causing him to crash to the floor. Lilith then walks over to her corner where she tags in Christina.

Lilith drops to the floor where she helps Jacob up to his feet. As she does, Christina hits the ropes, leaping, diving over the top rope and hitting Jacob with a tope con hilo that causes him to crash right back down onto the floor. Christina stands up, a smug look on both her and Lilith’s faces as the redhead just flips off the crowd and laughs as the boos pour in for the two of them.

Matt Salvatore: This attitude Bloody Fairytale has been showing might be what fuels them going into Invasion and hopefully bringing the Tag Team Championships back to Collision where they belong.

Nick Hanson: Their attitudes here have shifted drastically from when they debuted here last year and I still don’t know if it’s for the better.

Christina grabs Jacob, picking him up and driving him spine first into the ring apron before grabbing him by the head and using the apron as launch pad, delivers a tornado DDT right onto the floor. She picks Jacob up and rolls him into the ring and climbs up to the apron. She slingshots over and delivers a senton before hooking the leg for a cover.

1…

2…

Kickout!

Christina grabs Jacob and brings him to his feet. She reaches out and tags in Lilith who comes in and grabs Jacob, delivering a flatliner and picking up the head of Jacob as Christina hits the ropes and delivers a basement dropkick to the face of Jacob before her and Lilith deliver a few stomps to him. Christina finally gets out of the ring as the referee threatens disqualification as Lilith grabs Jacob, sending him into her corner. She turns around, walking over towards Wil and just delivers a slap to the face before backing away and laughing a little bit. Wil tries to get into the match, but as he does, the referee is there to keep him back. As the referee is distracted, Christina takes the tag rope and wraps it around the throat of Jacob and begins to choke him.

Nick Hanson: Turn around, ref! Christina is choking Jacob!

Matt Salvatore: This is exactly what a great tag team does, use their environment and isolate one member.

Just as Wil gets out of the ring and the referee starts to turn around, Christina releases the choke and Lilith comes in with a shoulder block to the midsection of Jacob before Christina tags herself back into the match. Christina climbs to the top rope as Lilith takes Jacob, delivering a snapmare before hitting him with a kick to the chest that drops Jacob back first to the mat as Christina launches herself and delivers a double foot stomp from the top rope. Lilith rolls out of the ring as Christina hooks the leg for a cover.

1…

2…

Wil comes in and breaks up the pin.

Matt Salvatore: I think if Wil doesn’t come in to break that up, this match might have been over.

Nick Hanson: I don’t think you’re wrong there, Matt.

Wil quickly gets back out to his corner as Christina gets to her feet and picks Jacob up. She sends him into her corner and flips Wil off before blowing him a kiss and laughs before she comes charging in, looking for a corner splash. As she leaves her feet, Jacob catches her and slams her to the mat. He then delivers a back elbow to Lilith before turning around and delivering a forearm that drops her. Christina is back up and she delivers a couple of chops that echo throughout the arena before grabbing Jacob and rolling him up for a pin.

1…

2…

Kickout!

Christina then hits the ropes and when she leaves her feet, looking for a leaping clothesline, Jacob is able to nail her with a Ruffian Kick that drops her and he too collapses to the mat. Lilith and Wil are both in their corners, trying to will their partners over for tags. The ref begins his standing ten count before both competitors begin to stir. Christina is first to leap and make the tag to Lilith who comes in and tries to stop Jacob by grabbing him by the leg. Jacob though is able to deliver a mule kick to Lilith, sending her off him before he leaps and makes the tag to Wil.

Matt Salvatore: And here comes Wil! He’s been out on that apron for a long time.

Nick Hanson: He looks fired up!

Wil comes in off the tag, slingshotting over the top rope and charging in, hitting Lilith with a slingblade. Christina comes in, looking to get a piece of Wil, but she also eats a slingblade by Wil. He then picks Christina up and sends her into the ropes and follows right behind her, delivering a clothesline that causes Christina to go over the top rope and crash to the floor. Wil then turns his attention back to Lilith as he grabs Lilith and delivers the Inazuma Suplex Special! He hooks the leg for a cover.

1…

2…

Kickout!

Wil grabs Lilith, picking her back up as Jacob is back up to his feet and reaching his hand out for a tag. Wil comes over and tags in his partner as he feeds Lilith to him. Jacob picks Lilith up in a powerbomb position as Wil grabs the head of Lilith. They drop her with a powerbomb and reverse DDT combination before picking her back up before hitting her with the Dan Habiki Dance Party! Wil slides out of the ring as Jacob hooks the leg for a cover.

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Christina comes in and breaks up the pin with a kick to the back!

Matt Salvatore: This match was almost over and we could have seen an upset win here.

Nick Hanson: Christina though, knowing she needed to step in and keep this match alive.

Wil comes back into the match and charges right at Christina who backs up to the ropes and drops the top rope, low bridging Wil who crashes to the floor. Christina then hits the ropes as she delivers a suicide dive onto Wil before climbing back up to her corner and yelling at Lilith to make the tag. Lilith stirs and picks Jacob up. She takes him, delivering a snap dragon suplex before she gets up and tags Christina back into the match. She climbs up to the top rope as Lilith once again grabs Jacob and delivers a bridging German suplex, holding him in place as Christina launches herself and delivers The Firestarter!

Matt Salvatore: They told me earlier they call that Unhappily Ever After!

Nick Hanson: That has to be it!

Lilith rolls out of the ring and Christina hooks the leg.

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3!

Yuusuke Takeda: Minasama! Shikkaku no kekka to shite no shōsha...Bloody Fairytale!

Matt Salvatore: Bloody Fairytale with a big win tonight as they march towards Invasion.

Nick Hanson: Dark Circle put up a hell of a fight though. I know they’ll be future tag team champions.


Returning to ringside, the majority of the Battle Royale competitors are inside the ring. Lash Donohue, Eric Lee, Vanita Thompson, Erik Holland, Charles O’Brien, Ebony Arceri and Ian Dickenson are there with Charles O’Brien just finishing his entrance up.

Nick Hanson: Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen! We’re just about set for our main event as the competitors are entering the ring now!

Matt Salvatore: Well, it ain’t a Silver Rush but battle royales aren’t bad.

Nick Hanson: I enjoy them. It’s a good mix up of talent!

Matt Salvatore: Right.

The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about fifteen seconds as the opening of "Warrior" by Disturbed plays. Eavan Maloney walks out in a long leather duster and steampunk goggles on her head, her hand above her eyes to look out at everyone. As she walks down the ramp, she continues scouring the crowd, stoic, before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. She removes her duster and goggles and hands them to the referee before pulling on the ropes as she awaits her opponent.

Yuusuke Takeda: Nyūjājī-shū ōshanshiti kara no go shōkai! 105-Pondo no omo-sa! Kanojo wa Shieldmaidens to Purge o daihyō shite imasu! Krigare...EAVAAAAAAAAN...MALOOOOONEEEEEEY!!!!

As the music hits, Timothy walks out with a crown on his head and a black and gold robe down his back. Timothy starts making his way down the ramp, the fans giving him a mixed reaction to his being in the NFW. Timothy stops in front of the ring and takes off the robe, revealing his black and gold wrestling attire. Timothy then makes his way up the ring stairs and gets in the ring. He stands in the center of the ring and takes in all of the cheers and jeers that the crowd was giving him.

Yuusuke Takeda: Ohaio-shū Deiton kara go shōkai! 220-Pondo no omo-sa! Kingdom o daihyō suru! King of Controversy...TIMOTHYYYYYYYY HUUUUUUUUNT!!!!!!

The lights go out and bright green static comes up on the video screen.

“That girl is psycho
Psycho
psycho”


The intro to "Voodoo" by Nyxx fills the arena as green lasers shoot up and wave around the entrance area and blue strobe lights light up the arena. Shapes start to take form in the static on the screen. The silhouette of a petite woman, a cross, a pot leaf, and a skull. They fade in and out, making you wonder if you actually saw them.

“They call me killer, call me some kind of freak
But they keep calling me, they're calling on me
Oh yeah
I've got them praying, sweating and shaking
Now I've got my eye set on you”

Sativa Nevaeh comes out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp looking over the crowd. Despite wearing a mask, you can tell she is smirking. The crowd rains down hate on her. Sativa starts to make her way towards the ring.

“They call me conjurer, they say I'm divine
But shade is poison, my past lovers in mind
Hell yeah, I curse them all
Fathers and brothers, for the hell that they all put me through

I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
I've got you under my spell
And I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
What will you say about me?”

She makes it to ringside and slides under the bottom rope head first. She crawls over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. She perches atop the ring post, resting one knee upon the top turnbuckle facing inward toward the ring. She throws her head back and takes off the mask, throwing her arms out in a 'welcome the doves' pose. The crowd continues their hatred at her and she just smiles. Sativa grabs the ropes and jumps down. She then heads to her corner and waits for the match to start.

Yuusuke Takeda: Kariforunia-shū Rosanzerusu kara go shōkai shimasu! 127-Pondo no omo-sa! Kingdom o daihyō suru! Kanojo wa NFW sekai hebī-kyū chanpiondesu! Darth Ganja….SATIVAAAAAAAA NEVAAAAAAAAEEEEEEEH!!!!!

~DING DING DING~

As soon as the bell rang, Ian Dickenson and Ebony Arceri looked ready to double team on Eric Lee while the rest looked ready to jump on Sativa Nevaeh and Timothy Hunt. As soon as everyone moved, though, both Eric and Sativa dropped down and rolled out of the ring on adjacent sides. This confused everyone else as they stopped and the two on the outside just looked at each other; both amused as they appeared to be on the same thought process. As the competitors inside began to wonder what was going on, Sativa and the man that was one of her mentors dug under the ring and started fishing out an assortment of weapons and tossing them inside. Obvious individuals like Lash Donohue, Erik Holland and even Eavan Maloney were quick to snatch up some of the goodies. Sativa and Eric both armed themselves before sliding into the ring and everyone went right for them as they initially planned to. Eric Lee found himself double teamed by Ian Dickenson and Ebony Arceri with a pair of kendo sticks, barely giving him time to use his chair he’d brought in. Sativa Nevaeh stood back in a corner, thrusting a chair out at literally everyone else to keep them back but goading them on to try and come at her. The action picked up when Timothy Hunt, among the group cornering Sativa, showed his colors that everyone was waiting for and suddenly turned, leveling Lash Donohue with a chair shot across the skull. He then turned and caught Erik Holland across the back, beating him away from Sativa while Sativa herself took the moment of distraction and just whipped her chair right into the face of Charles O’Brien before lunging right at Eavan Maloney and started trading blows with her. This left Vanita Thompson really the only unoccupied one so she went over to help Ian and Ebony beat on Eric Lee.

Not too long passed in the match before alliances ended up shattering and it became a literal everyone for themselves. Although notably, as Sativa Nevaeh promised, Eric Lee and Timothy Hunt seemed set on protecting her to the very end. The two Kingdom members and the World Champion’s hardcore mentor forming a trio to battle it out with the other seven. Sativa stayed squared off with Eavan Maloney, Vanita Thompson faced off with Charles O’Brien, managing to keep herself away from the ropes to avoid being tossed out by the larger man. Timothy Hunt and Eric Lee formed an interesting alliance that saw Hunt evening things out against Ian Dickenson and Ebony Arceri. The first elimination of the match came as Erik Holland and Lash Donohue were trading shots back and forth before Lash drove his forehead right into Erik Holland’s face for a headbutt. The big man staggered back and Lash climbed the turnbuckle, going for a flying crossbody but Holland caught him over his shoulders. Toxic Avenger?! No! Well sort of, as Erik Holland stepped over to the ropes and yeeted Lash Donohue right off of his shoulders, over the top rope and sent him smacking to the padded floor.

ELIMINATION: LASH DONOHUE

One down, nine left as the competitors continued going at each other full force. Things began to get a little more mixed up now as Erik Holland and Charles O’Brien began trading off. Eavan Maloney and Ebony Arceri teamed up on Sativa Nevaeh, stomping away at her in the corner before working together to try and throw her out. The commentary team questioned who would get the Wildcard shot if they both tossed out the champion. A question that wouldn’t be answered, however, as Eric Lee rushed over with a kendo stick and started laying shots to the two women attacking the champion; giving stiff cane shots across the backs and heads of Eavan and Ebony. From here, Ian Dickenson stepped away from Timothy Hunt, whom he’d beaten back into a corner and took Eric Lee down with a wicked German Suplex. Across the ring, Charles O’Brien and Vanita Thompson had teamed up on Erik Holland, laying into the man in a corner as Lyric yelled from the outside for him to fight back, even though the shots seemed to be hardly phasing him. For a moment, O’Brien and Thompson took turns, running laps from the midway point in the ring, hitting Holland with European Uppercuts or flying forearms. Finally, O’Brien had an idea which Thompson seemed to agree with. He picked her up and essentially lawn darted Vanita across half of the ring towards Holland. The plan backfired, however, as Holland stepped out of the corner and caught Vanita in a crossbody hold, violently dumping her over the top rope and to the floor.

ELIMINATION: VANITA THOMPSON

Before Charles O’Brien could capitalize on Erik Holland having his back turned to him, Sativa Nevaeh ran in and hit the big Irishman with a chop block, taking him to the mat. Timothy Hunt was recovering out of his corner, however, and shot across the ring while Erik Holland was still focused on the elimination he just made. Hunt left the mat delivering a hard dropkick to the back of Holland, sending the big man tumbling over the top rope. He landed safely on his feet but stood there with the realization of what just happened as he winked and clicked his tongue at Erik.

ELIMINATION: ERIK HOLLAND

Sativa Nevaeh continued stomping away at Charles O’Brien’s leg she hit with the chop block, then joined by Timothy Hunt as he turned to get back into the match and the two began a two on one beatdown to try and keep the big Irish grounded. He managed to power up, however and when they tried a double Irish whip, he came back and leveled both Kingdom members with a double clothesline, roaring to the audience. Across the ring, Eric Lee was actually laughing in delight as he was being triple teamed back into the corner. Once it looked like things had slowed down against him, though, Ebony Arceri, Ian Dickenson and Eavan Maloney backed off the man. Eavan looked back at Charles O’Brien just as the man lifted Timothy Hunt and powerslammed him ONTO Sativa Nevaeh, knocking the wind out of her! With all this going on, Eavan seized her opportunity to cut down the numbers, suddenly grabbing Ebony Arceri and ran her to and over the top rope for the next elimination, drawing a surprised reaction from the Japanese crowd!

ELIMINATION: EBONY ARCERI

A little surprised by this, Ian Dickenson spun Eavan Maloney around and began questioning what she was doing. With his emotions getting to him a little, he gave Eavan a bit of a shove to which she answered back with a palm strike across the face. Ian’s eyes went wide with rage. Eavan looked ready to square up with the man when suddenly Eric Lee stepped in from behind and delivered a blatant, albeit legal, low blow to Dickenson. As soon as he reeled, Eavan ran up and hit the KRIGARE on the man, dropping him to the mat. As both Eavan and Eric got to their feet, they looked ready to square up with one another but rather than go for a tie up, Eric grinned and brought up his forearms, balling up his fists. A Muay Thai stance. The Hiroshima crowd began to buzz with anticipation. Eavan raised her eyebrows, looking to the crowd as if asking if that was what they wanted. A bit of a surge in volume and Eavan shrugged, throwing her arms up as well. Hiroshima got to their feet as Eavan and Eric started circling one another, beginning to take Muay Thai pot shots at each other. Low kicks, quick jabs, etc. Across the ring, Charles O’Brien and Timothy Hunt were trading shots until O’Brien used his size to work Hunt into a corner. Sativa Nevaeh came in from behind with a baking sheet, hitting O’Brien across the back with it to draw his attention. Filled with adrenaline, O’Brien straightened up and turned around towards the champion with a glare in his eyes but Sativa immediately went for another hit with the tray. O’Brien scouted it and booted her in the midsection, pulling her head between his legs and lifted her up for a powerbomb. The crowd and commentary began to go wild. O’Brien was going to eliminate the Champion! He stepped towards the top rope and went to toss Sativa over but she dipped down and grabbed the rope, trying to reverse it into a hurricanrana. O’Brien kept his footing and began working to pry Sativa’s legs off of his neck when Timothy Hunt rushed in and powered him up and over the ropes, tossing him to the floor! Sativa gripped the rope tight, dangling with her feet dangerously close to the floor. A tense moment passed as Hunt watched his stable member and girlfriend in a rather helpless position before reaching down and grabbing her by the back of her top and pulling her onto the apron so she could get back into the ring.

ELIMINATION: CHARLES O’BRIEN

Meanwhile, while Eavan Maloney lacked the size and perhaps power advantage over Eric Lee, she had the advantage of being a small target who was quick on her feet, visibly cutting the man down with shots to the legs until the two broke off. Eric Lee backed up beside Timothy Hunt while Eavan caught her breath in the corner, rolling her jaw as she had taken some stiff elbows. Sativa Nevaeh was recovering safely in another corner. Ian Dickenson was starting to get back from the Krigare he’d eaten. Timothy Hunt and Eric Lee exchanged looks before focusing on Eavan Maloney together. They started to slowly move in on the Shieldmaiden member as she brought her fists up again. She’d take them both on...but Eric Lee stepped ahead of Timothy Hunt and suddenly: PELE KICK TO HUNT!!!! The Hiroshima crowd went nuts as Hunt staggered, dazed as Eric Lee got to his feet, grabbed the Kingdom member and threw him over the top rope to the floor!!!!!

ELIMINATION: TIMOTHY HUNT

Nick Hanson: WHAT THE HELL IS ERIC LEE DOING?!

Matt Salvatore: IS HE TURNING ON HIS STUDENT?!

Nick Hanson: I DON’T KNOW!!!!

Eric Lee stepped back to the center of the ring, surrounded by three potential targets. First he looked at Eavan Maloney who looked almost as confused as everyone else. He then looked to Ian Dickenson who was pulling himself up into another corner and staring at the man with murder in his eyes. Finally, the crowd began to buzz as he slowly looked behind him at Sativa Nevaeh. Sativa pulled herself to her feet, saying no words. Just watched the man. Ian Dickenson and Eavan Maloney watched as Eric Lee turned to face Sativa Nevaeh full on, the fans beginning to buzz with anticipation….when Eric Lee just turned and walked over to the ropes hopped over the top onto the apron. To the shock of the crowd, he dusted his hands off and dropped to the floor.

ELIMINATION: ERIC LEE

Nick Hanson: Eric’s eliminating himself?! What the hell? But why eliminate Tim?!

Matt Salvatore: I thought you knew how this guy’s mind worked, Nick!

Nick Hanson: I said I know what makes him tick. I don’t know what goes on in his mind. Nobody does!

It was down to three now. Ian Dickenson, Eavan Maloney and Sativa Nevaeh. The three began to circle the ring then, watching each other like a trio of predators intent on ripping each other apart. Something changed in Sativa’s eyes, however, as she stopped with her back towards the stage. She glanced quickly over at Eric Lee as he and Charlie Grace were heading back up the ramp. Not far behind was Tim Hunt, calling up to Eric to get back here but Lee just kept walking. It was here that Sativa looked back towards Eavan Maloney and Ian Dickenson with a wicked gleam in her eyes. A sense of amusement as she brought up both middle fingers and started backing up towards the ropes.

Nick Hanson: What is she…?

Sativa Nevaeh reached the ropes and hooked her arms over. Realizing what she was doing, Ian and Eavan both rushed over to try and stop the champion as Sativa back rolled over the top rope and dropped to the ringside floor!!!

ELIMINATION: SATIVA NEVAEH

Matt Salvatore: Wait a minute, what?! Sativa, too?!

Nick Hanson: Oh my god, Matt. She just… She just prevented Eavan or Ian from obtaining the Wildcard!

Matt Salvatore: Oh now that is fucking BRILLIANT!!!! You smart little girl, you!

As Sativa Nevaeh backed up the ramp, Eavan Maloney and Ian Dickenson stood at the ropes, both staring at her in disbelief and shock. Eavan began to gesture and chide the champion, cursing her for a coward. Sativa laughed and strolled up the ramp, stopping on the stage to give a mocking, fancy bow. Eavan Maloney stood fuming at the champion near the ropes and karma came back to bite her for her earlier elimination of Ebony Arceri as Ian Dickenson seized the opening, rushing in and tipping the little 4’11.5” Purge member over the top rope and onto the floor!!

ELIMINATION: EAVAN MALONEY

~DING DING DING~

Yuusuke Takeda: Kore ga anata no shōshadeari, NFW sekai hebī-kyū senshuken no saiyūryokukōhodesu! IAAAAAAN….DICKENSOOOOOOOONNNNN!!!!!

Nick Hanson: You gotta wonder if Sativa Nevaeh planned this out!!! She eliminated herself from the match. None of the other competitors get the Wilcard shot! She draws Eavan Maloney’s attention so that she drops her guard -- it doesn’t happen often if at all, mind you -- and that gets Maloney tossed out! Ian Dickenson, now, is going to Invasion: Japan at the Tokyo Dome!

Matt Salvatore: Unexpected but genius tactics, Nick. I gotta give it to her! Smart thinking!

Nick Hanson: Well, she’s got her challenger for Invasion, regardless and he is THAT man! Ian Dickenson! We hope you enjoyed tonight’s show, folks watching from home!