Trauma Episode 10 4/4/20 Tuscaloosa, AL

Backstage we go just as the doors to a lavish, black rental limousine open and the four members that make up Super Bitch Squad, essentially pour out. The driver pops the trunk and tries to hurry along towards the back to help with the bags, but by the time he gets there, Yuka Hirata, Kayako Kazama and Masami Nishikiyama already have theirs in hand and are walking behind Kaede Tanabe. The three wrestlers of the team are all dressed simply in their track suit uniforms. Kayako has hers on appropriately; jacket zipped up to her neck. Yuka has her jacket open with the sleeves pulled to her elbows. Masami’s not even wearing her jacket. It’s draped over her bag she’s carrying at her side, walking in just her sneakers, track pants and a tight black tanktop. It’s Kaede who looks like a walking runway model in a custom designed dress, a mink fur coat and designer shades. She’s on the phone as they walk through the backstage area, towards the locker rooms.

Kaede Tanabe: Mochiron, dārin! Anata ga zettai ni suteki ni mieru koto o kakunin shimasu! Shinpai suru hitsuyō wa arimasen! Kōen shūryōgo, denwa shimasu. Baibai!

Kaede ends the call and slips the phone back into her purse, sighing in exasperation.

Kaede Tanabe: These bitches would lose their minds without me. Are you ready, girls?!

She raises her hand, snapping her fingers. Behind her, Kayako claps her hand excitedly, carrying her gear in a backpack.

Kayako Kazama: Hai! Ess Bī Ess ga kon'ya subete o kachitorimasu!

Yuka Hirata: Oi! Martial Law! You run this shit? Consider this a hostile takeover!

Kaede Tanabe: Exactly, Yu-chan! I don’t see those bitches names on our paychecks. Let’s show them who really runs this shit.

Kaede and Yuka cheer, their voices echoing throughout the backstage area. Kayako gives a high pitched, adorable squeal, clapping her hands excitedly. Masami’s the only one with cold hard focus on her face. That’s normal for her, though.

Kaede Tanabe: Masami-chan? Aren’t you pumped?! Aren’t you ready?! Dō shimashita ka?

Masami Nishikiyama: Nani mo nai. I am ready. I have studied Amelia Hogan in and out since out last confrontation. Tonight?

They all keep walking but Masami looks sideways at Kaede.

Masami Nishikiyama: Kanojo wa jihi o kongan surudeshou….

Masami picks up the pace of her walk, calmly hurrying ahead of the rest of the girls to get ready for her match as she’s wrestling at the start of the show. Kaede, Yuka and Kayako continue on. Kaede lowers her shades and winks at the camera. Yuka throws the middle finger. Kayako smiles as sweetly as she can and blows kisses, waving with both hands.

Kayako Kazama: Hallo, Arruabamaaaaaaaa!

She greets before she keeps walking with her team. The camera turns, watching them continue on before the show intro rolls.
An arena-wide view greets the viewing public, as the ring announcer stands in the middle of the ring. Thea Crawford already has the mic to her lips as the view fades from the crowd shot to the hard cam.

Thea Crawford: "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome... your NEEEEEEEW! NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING UNDISPUTEEEEEEEED CHAMPION!"

The cheers resonate from all around the arena. The crowd lose their minds clamoring to see the new champion.

"This spell you've got on meee~!
It's like magic!
You got me feelin' like I'm fallin' in love!
You got me feelin' like I'll never give up on-- you got me feelin' like I'll never give up on yooou! It's like magic!"

"Magic" by Mystery Skulls starts up, and out walks Emelie Sanclemente, the Undisputed title around her waist and a big smile across her face. The cheers from the Crimson Tide-clad crowd nearly blow the roof off the Coleman Coliseum.

Andrew Payne: Don't adjust your sets, folks, it IS that loud in here! Welcome to Trauma from the University of Alabama, where you're seeing our new Undisputed Champion, Emelie Sanclemente!

Miranda Augustino: They're drowning us out, Drewski! I didn't hear a thing you just said! Welcome to Saturday Night Trauma, everyone! LIIIIVE From Tuscaloosa, Alabama!

Andrew Payne: I already introduced the show!

Miranda Augustino: This is the weirdest rave I've ever been to!

Emelie just stands on the stage, having taken the title off from her waist, now holding it up for everyone to see. Flashes of smartphone cameras fill the arena for a significant enough period of time before Emelie wraps the title back around her tiny waist and starts walking to the ring. She slaps high fives and bumps fists with everyone she can on the way before sliding into the ring. Em holds up the title one more time to the hard cam, that smile still present. There's a microphone in the bottom-righthand corner of the ring that Em grabs as "Magic" fades out. The crowd immediately pipes right back up as Em places the title on her shoulder.

Crowd
"YOU DE-SERVE IT! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*
YOU DE-SERVE IT! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*
YOU DE-SERVE IT! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*
YOU DE-SERVE IT! *clap-clap-clapclapclap*"

Emelie can't even say anything, because she doesn't want to interrupt the crowd. She chuckles a little, knowing how ridiculous this reaction is.

Crowd
"EM-MIE! EM-MIE! EM-MIE! EM-MIE! EM-MIE! EM-MIE!"

Em finally does raise the mic to her lips, thus quieting the crowd.

Emelie Sanclemente: This whole thing feels completely unreal to me... the fact that I get to stand here as the Undisputed Champion. Buuuuuuut IT'S REAL!

Emelie holds up the title again, to cheers just as loud as when we began. She soaks the reception in proper before she lowers the title, raising the mic again.

Emelie Sanclemente: So, since I'm here... let me tell you a story. When I first got to NFW in September of last season after Adrianna Salvatore sold me on it, I was hoping I'd make some kind of impact here. But I never even got to wrestle my first official match. By the time I did, it already felt like what shine I had was worn off. Because it had a little. Powder in the face followed by a casual pin followed by not having anything to do for several weeks thereafter isn't exactly the best way to get anywhere in this business, and I learned that one the hard way. Then, much to my surprise, I'm basically handed a Women's Television Title match against then-champion Angel Kusanagi. I'm just as surprised that I was given that chance today as I was the day I found out. I didn't feel as though I deserved it, because I had done nothing up to that point. But, regardless of that, I decided that was the night I'd try to do something. Anything to get somewhere here. Now, Angel and I put on one heck of a match. It was the match of the night that night... but, as should be kinda obvious...

Em pauses, as if she's trying to remember exactly what happened that night, before "remembering."

Emelie Sanclemente: I lost. Not to toot my own horn, but I think I put up a better fight than just about anyone who challenged Angel for that title until Sela won it from her. But it wasn't enough, because after that match... there was nothing for the next month. And just like that, 2019 was over. I had still yet to win a single NFW match. The decade changed as the year did, and I finally got my first win against Morgan Payne. You'd think I'd be all sunshine and rainbows about that, but I wasn't. I was in a rut, and I wasn't afraid of showing it. It had gotten to a point where I was becoming like one of my former friends with how whiny I was getting. WrestleWar came and went, and to be completely honest? I still don't fully know what happened on that show aside from my being the very first wrestler eliminated from the Silver Rush Rumble.

Em pauses again, looking more despondent.

Emelie Sanclemente: I went to my locker room and cried. In any other situation, I'd have been celebrating Danni Anderson's big win with her, because she's one of my friends from college. But I had completely left town by the time she won. I was debating quitting NFW after that. I even had a letter of resignation filled out, ready to send to Steven Brody. But then the brands split into two, and I went here. To Trauma. Initially, before I said anything publicly, I just... wondered why. Why waste a pick on someone who's only notable for losing almost every match she's been in. Why waste a pick on the first person out of that Rumble?

Em pauses one more time.

Emelie Sanclemente: Then Erin Mercer tried to break my legs. That was my second ever win in NFW, and it came via disqualification. Little did I know it at the time, but that moment was going to lead to big things. I asked Adrianna Salvatore, the woman who for all intents and purposes I owe my NFW career to, if she would help me in warding off Erin and Bronwyn. She accepted, of course. This all led to that WarGames match at Invasion, which along with Cali-Kate and the Skillz Vendorz, we won. The reward for this was a shot at any title we chose. The Skillz Vendorz chose the tag titles, Addy chose the United States title... which left me with this here Undisputed Title. And I think you guys know the rest of the story from there, right?

The crowd chants "YES!" once.

Emelie Sanclemente: There was a robot involved, we bantered back and forth more than once, but in the end... here I stand. Now, I have to admit something. Once I won this title and knew I was going to survive the night with it with me?

One final pause.

Emelie Sanclemente: I went to my locker room and cried. But this time, I cried tears of joy. This is my very first title. I cried because I never forgot the road I took to get here. I never forgot all the agony I've been through, but by the grace of God, I got to the top. I made it... at the top I stand. Unbroken. Undaunted. Still employed. But most of all, YOUR UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!

The crowd cheers once more as Emelie holds up the title one more time, with "Magic" starting back up before the view fades to the opening title sequence.
Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Entrance Description: "Amelia's entrance theme starts playing as Amelia rushes through the crowd slapping every hand she can get ahold of. She jumps over the barricade and into the ring. She waves to all the people in the crowd as she gets ready for her impending match.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first! From Wales, in the United Kingdom! Weighing in at 115 pounds! The Queen of Positivity! AMELIA...HOGAN!!!

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.

Thea Crawford: 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.

~DING DING DING~

With the bell ringing, Nishikiama and Hogan circle very briefly before coming to a lock up in the middle. Amelia Hogan catches the early advantage with a snapmare and soccer kick to the spine, Masami grimacing in pain as Amelia drags her back to her feet. Forearm by Hogan, Amelia hits the ropes and delivers a spinning backfist on the rebound, yet Masami is waiting and catches it, sending Hogan off for a wrist clutch exploder suplex! Cover by Nishikiama and a kick out at two.

Masami got a boo from the crowd and a reprimand and disqualification warning from the referee as she applied a two handed choke hold, Amelia's legs flailing wildly before Amelia is finally able to kick Masami away. Both women to their feet and an arm drag by Hogan! Second arm drag blocked up Nishikiama and a hip toss by Masami! Nishikiama hauled Hogan back up to her feet, going for possibly a suplex, yet Hogan broke free and took Nishikiama down with her patented Blunt Force Amelia spinebuster and got the cover, close kick out at two by Masami!

Amelia felt like she had this in the bag, hauling the larger woman to her feet and sending her off for an irish whip. Kick to the gut by Amelia on the rebound and Hogan hooks the arms! CANDY OVERD...No! Masami skillfully turned it around on Amelia, converting for her patented full nelson lock and really cinching it in in her desperation to wear Hogan down! This eventually pays off for Masami Nishikiama as she sneers and then hauls Amelia up, converting for her devastating NISHIKI DRIVER!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner! MASAMI...NISHIKIYAMA!!!!

Andrew Payne: And we kick the night off with a victory for Masami Nishikiyama of SBS.

Miranda Augustino: So young but so dominant, Andy! You see that?

The camera opens upon a lone redheaded woman who is very familiar to anyone who watches NFW's Collision brand. Wearing a hooded black and green PVC leather vest with matching top and pants, with black tape on both fists, is a pale, freckled woman with vibrant brown eyes, long red hair, and several visible tattoos dotting any exposed flesh. Behind her is a black banner decorated with green Celtic ornamentation, a ninja graphic in the middle, and the words Ginger Ninja above the face and "生姜忍者" below it. This woman introduces herself in short order....

Molly: Here standing before this camera is "The Ginger Ninja" Molly Hatchet, live in the Coleman Colliseum in Tuscaloosa, Alabama! I'm here because of a man by the name of Mikhail Reinhardt. He threw out an open challenge to the Trauma roster on this very evening and much to mine and everyone else's surprise, no one accepted. Such a fierce man clearly either has the roster already scared of him or they've woefully underestimated the danger this man presents."

She shoots a little smirk.

Molly: Given tha caliber of talent on the Trauma brand, I'd lean towards the latter for the majority. All they see in Mikhail is another "tough man" talkin trash and actin edgy for the sake of edge but I know him better than that. The two of us share a bit of history and even though I know just how truly dangerous he is, I'm steppin' into this ring ta' give him tha' fight he so desperately wants because no one on this roster wants tha honor or privilege of bein' either his first lesson or his first victim. I've no such fear of success or failure.

Molly brushes her hair back from her face, pushing back hr hood in the process.

Molly: This man is bigger than me, physically stronger than me, and has more of a cruel bent to him but is he truly the worst thing I've ever faced? No. I've faced and beaten both men and women bigger, crueler, and stronger than him. You ask yerself, "How Molly? How can you beat such a big fierce man when there's no ropes to bounce off of, no way to fly and use your abilities to their fullest?"

An apparent look of concern crosses her face as she strokes her chin with thumb and forefinger.

Molly: Hmmm.... Aye, I'm puttin' meself at a disadvantage, allowin' the match to be fought without ropes to fly and bounce off of. There's no saving yourself from being hurled out of the ring. It's a straight, head on brawl. Again, ya' look at me standin' 5' 3" and 130 lbs and yer like, "He could kill her in one shot! Tis not a fair fight!"

She nods her head, dropping her hand down from her face.

Molly: Right now, Mikhail is in his locker room, preparing for his debut match against someone he knows could be one of the toughest competitors he's ever faced. From tha' age of 14, I've fought men with jaws of granite and fists of stone. I've won more fights than I've lost and have knocked out my share of dangerous individuals as well. This match we're havin' isn't a match, it's a fawkin' pure brawl. We're swinging fists and feet, foreheads and bodies at one another till one is laid out, flat on their back and lookin' at forty lights above rather than twenty. Tis no ten count. If ye' go down and ya' stay down, not gettin' tha' fawk back up, tha' match is over and a winner is tha' one still standin' on their own two feet!

Molly tilts her head forward, strands of deep red hair falling in her face, lighting and shadow playing across her freckled features to add a surprising severity to her appearance.

Molly: This is tha' kinda' fightin' I began with, in tha' deepest, darkest pits of Scotland, tryin' ta' earn money to leave home fer a better life in a new world. It was after many nights of pain and steppin' over tha' bodies of several men and women that I earned me way to tha' states. I was busy fightin fights like this one, against sick, cruel motherfawkers just like Mr. Reinhardt. It's why I can understand and even appreciate tha' beast fer what he is and it's also why he stands a better than average chance of bein' tha' one left out on his back!

The smile slowly fades from her face.

Molly: We both came from hard times in hard places and both grew fast from where we came from. This is a visit to our roots, tha' underground fightin' pits we came from. This won't be artistic or pretty. Tis an echo from our past but with tha' skills and strengths we've amassed from years of competition as wrestlers and fighters. Tha' challenge has escalated along with tha' level of skill. Mikhail Reinhardt's a man on tha' rise and hungry ta' lay claim to a life he feels he deserves and he will have it. Tomorrow and every night after will be yours, Mikhail, fer I see Trauma as yer oyster but tonight?

Molly points a thumb at herself, her lips parting with a wily, mischievous grin, a little gleam in her eye from the light just behind the camera shining on her as her hand lowers and she hooks both of her thumbs in the front belt loops of her wrestling pants.

Molly: Tonight, Mikhail, ye' face tha' Ginger Ninja, Molly Hatchet and I'm not some small delicate flower placed before ye' ta' stomp out like tha' monster I know ya' be. No, ya' face a flower with steel roots, petals of kevlar, and a heart that never ceases beating for me will is indomitable, spirit be unkillable, and mind be sharp as fine surgical steel! These fists and feet of mine are backed by righteous fury, moving with the speed of lightning and hittin with all the brutal power of a thunder clap! You know me well enough, Mikhail, but don't you dare underestimate me even for a moment because I have tha' power ta' fell mountains and I will drop you all tha' same! May tha' best Ginger win!

Molly then reaches out and spins the camera on it's swivel. After spinning around at a blurred pace, it comes to rest on her back as she leaves her locker room door, heading out into the hallway. Cut back to ringside!

Thea Crawford: THE FOLLOWING MATCH IS A NO HOLDS BARRED MATCH AND CAN ONLY BE WON BY KNOCKOUT OR SUBMISSION!!!!

That Noise’s “Anchor” fills the arena and the crowd gives a mixed reaction as they welcome the new arrival to NFW. The curtain is thrown aside as the fearsome, tattooed visage of The Casted Out Angel comes storming out onto the stage. He wastes no time in moving from the stage to the ramp, storming down towards the ring; completely ignoring the fans as he reaches the ring and quickly pulls himself up onto the mat. Here, finally, he raises his arms, hands out with a wild look in his eyes.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Dortmund, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany! Making his NFW debut! Weighing in at 229 pounds! The Casted Out Angel...MIKHAIL...REINHARDT!!!

Mikhail Reinhardt spits at the camera, cursing the camera man before turning towards the entrance stage again and hunches down, watching with a sadistic smirk.

The Snake Charmer's bagpipes blare over the house PA as the opening salvo of her cover of "Inis Mona." The lights flash blue, white, and green as out from the curtains steps Molly Hatchet, dressed in shiny black PVC pants decorated with green pearlescent Celtic Knots framing "生姜忍者" on both thighs, black hooded short-sleeved jacket with the word "HATCHET" across the back along with more Celtic knot designs, a backless, high collar leather half-vest that's laced together, black hand and wrist tape, and elbow pads that matched the rest of her attire. Her long red hair spills out from the confines of the hood as those dark emerald eyes pan over the crowd, taking it all in with a wicked grin on her pale, freckled face.

"WHO'S HERE FER AN ARSE WHUPPIN'?!!!" She shouts out, throwing her arms out to her sides as several rows of pyro explode at either side of her in huge sparking columns. Molly then bolts the aisle full speed ahead, leaps fro the floor with a front flip over the ropes and landing in the ring with a tuck and roll straight to a full on stand with her arms outstretched and sticking her tongue out, then laughing brightly. She turns and backs into a nearby corner, flipping the hood of her jacket back and crouching down, watching and waiting...

Thea Crawford: His opponent!! FROM ST. FILLIAN'S, PERTHSHIRE, SCOTLAND.... STANDING AT 5' 3" AND WEIGHING IN AT 130 lbs....MMMMMOOOLLLLLYYYYY HHHHAAAATTTCCCCCHHHHHHEEEEETTTTTT!!!!

There are no ropes around the ring, just four posts and an unpadded floor. Collision's resident "Ginger Ninja" Molly Hatchet stands before Trauma's newest member, "The Devil" Mikhail Reinhardt. Both are in ring gear, with fists taped and circling one another. The Referee stands outside the ring, back and away as this was a no rules, no holds barred affair. Anything goes.....

~DING DING DING~

The Bell chimes thrice and the two fighters move in, Mikhail with fists raised and Molly ducking down and coming in. She dodges and weaves his fast punches, dancing through his offense as she batters him with jabs and hard knuckle punches in the ribs on both sides. She manages to take his arm and pull him down, but he flips forward with a roll and gets back to his feet and pulls her in to a European uppercut that rocks her, followed by a Roundhouse Kick to the back of the head that drops her to her knees! He promptly goes for a second kick while she’s down, but Molly manages to bring her arms up, blocking the shot. The force is strong enough to bring her back to a stand, surprising him with several rapid fire jabs to face, followed by the SPIRAL DROPKICK that knocks him back.

Mikhail back rolls on landing and is back on his feet in time to catch Molly’s incoming fist in a pressed attack, pulling her into a hard jumping knee in the gut followed up with a DIE F*CKER DRIVER that slams the Ginger Ninja on the canvas! Molly lay there motionless, seemingly out cold. The referee moves in to check, lifting her arm up once... twice... only for her to suddenly clench her fist and loud out a

Mikhail immediately is back on his feet and follows up with THE HEARTKILLER but Molly manages to side roll out of the way, getting back to her feet albeit winded and momentarily dazed!

She isn’t given much of a respite as he presses on with a savage onslaught of kicks and punches. In her winded state, she tries to turtle up, bringing her arms up, but a few land past her defenses, catching her in the ribs and opening her up for a wicked right hand to the face that immediately produces blood from her nose. A second splits her lip in such a dramatic way that an arc of blood spatters from it. She drops to one knee, her eyes staring off with a slightly glassy look to them.

He promptly pulls her head back by the hair and pulls her up straight into YOUR SOUL IS MINE! With the standing dragon sleeper locked in, it seems all is lost until Molly grips him tight, one arm locked partially around his while the other grips at his neck as she pulls her lower body up while pulling his head straight into her incoming knee! She’s immediately dropped as he staggers back to the edge of the ring.

Thinking fast, Molly sees him at the edge, gets a running start, leaps high and plows into him with THE GLASGOW KISS straight to the forehead! The blow sends him falling out of the ring to the floor behind. Molly backflips to the center of the ring and bolts straight for him as he gets up, rubbing at his forehead. With a wild cry that alerts him, she leaps out of the ring but instead of hitting him, she flies past him, lands feet first onto the guard rail and then flips to one side with a wicked Enziguri kick that rocks his head to one side!

Molly lands in a low crouch, spins around, and takes his legs out with a double leg sweep, followed by a standing senton splash across his chest as he hits the ground and a loud woop as she gets back to her feet to ignite the crowd!

The Ginger Ninja then hops back, leaps onto the ring apron and waits as her foe gets to his feet clutching at his chest. He turns and she bolts down the ring Apron, leaping off with a Hurricanrana but is countered into a devastating FALL FROM GRACE powerbomb that knocks her cold once more. The Referee moves in, gripping her arm and lifting it up once.... twice... three times-NO! Molly once again clenches her fist and keeps her arm raised while sucking in the air that had been forced from her lungs, much to the annoyance of Mikhail!

He promptly puts a boot to her neck, pressing down with all his might and weight! She lets out gargled chokes, clutching at his ankle and kicking her legs as she tries to maneuver out from under him before he breaks her neck or she passes out. With great effort and using surprising strength, she starts to push the foot back. Mikhail pushes harder, his eyes wide and wild as Molly’s muscles flex with every bit of effort she can muster. Suddenly he yanks his foot back and plants a stiff set of stomps to her chest and stomach, ending it with a kick to the face that rolls her onto her hands and knees!

Mikhail grins wickedly wiping a bit of blood from his own lip. Then reaches down, gathering Molly up by her red hair and pulling her to her feet. He climbs the ring steps, dragging her behind him kicking her legs and growling in pain at being pulled by her hair. She holds onto his wrist to minimize potential damage before being sent skidding across the ring, thrown by her hair. She rolls to one knee, spitting a bit of blood on the canvas.

Bouncing left to right, The Devil wrings his wrists and cracks his neck left to right while chuckling darkly at his foe. Molly seems angry herself, only to suddenly shoot back at him with a wild, crazy grin. The crowd can see her teeth coated in streaks of her own blood. She brings her fists up and he rushes in.

He moves in, swinging fast strikes that Molly either ducks or blocks, answering with a few jabs of her own to his body each time. Suddenly she drops down and kicks the insides of both of his knees, dropping him down right on them in pain! Molly wastes no time, back rolling to her feet and then rushing in at him. Mikhail blocks a running knee, then tosses her up in the air by her legs! Mikhail rises with her as she readjusts in mid-air. He catches her with another FALL FROM GRACE-NO!!! The Ginger Ninja turns the tables with a Hurricanrana! He lands hard but gets back to his feet, turning right around and walking into THE DONNY BROCKER KNOCKER!!!

Mikhail pops up on impact impressively getting right back to his feet, but finds himself staggered and swaying from the impact, clutching at his throbbing forehead. Molly puts a little distance between them and the moment he turns, she bolts forth, leaps up and drops him down with THE GINGER NINJA DEATH DROP!!!!

Molly pops up to her feet with a wild yell and her fist in the air, stumbling and dropping to one knee. She looks over her shoulder as the referee moves in, raising Mikhail’s arm once…. Twice…. And on the third try, the hand plops down. The Referee then signals for the bell!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: YOUR WINNER BY KNOCKOUT, “THE GINGER NINJA” MMMMMOOOOLLLLLLYYYY HHHHAAATTTCCCCHHHHEEETTTT!!!

As her music blares with a bagpipe and guitar assault, Molly fights to her feet on shaky legs, the referee gripping her arm and hoisting it up in the air. It was clear that Mikhail had done some serious damage. Blood streaks from her nose and a visibly busted lip, one eye was starting to swell, and her freckled skin was decorated in some rather nasty bruises. Despite the pain coursing through her body, she sports the biggest smile she could possibly have.

She drops down and exits the ring, heading up the ramp with a hand clutching her ribs and a slight limp. Meanwhile behind her, Mikhail slowly fights to kneel, glaring after her with a mixture of emotions, anger being the most dominant.

Molly, feeling those eyes on her back, stops at the curtains and looks over her shoulder at her foe. A shift in her side causes a bit of additional unexpected pain, causing her to wince slightly. She kisses her hand and blows him a little kiss, then turns and disappears into the backstage area. Mikhail shakes his head, chuckling and then slamming his fist to the canvas.

Andrew Payne: Well, not the debut he was looking for, I’m sure, but welcome to the New Frontier, Mikhail Reinhardt.

Miranda Augustino: I don’t know, Andy. He doesn’t look too upset!

The camera immediately shifts to outside the arena with a caption on the bottom of the screen telling us it’s been recorded - [EARLIER IN THE DAY]. Fans outside the arena are full of energy as Amy Connors stands at the security railing, keeping everyone in a somewhat orderly gaggle. What’s got them all riled up, of course, is probably the fact that the new NFW Tag Team Champions, the Skillz Vendorz are out there with her. Both girls are dressed in casual wear. Kat Cage in a pair of daisy duke cut off jean shorts, black converse sneakers and a newly released Skillz Vendorz “PAID TO PLAY” t-shirt. Both tag team title belts are held over her shoulders because the other half of the team - Sammi Belmont is standing on top of a cooler in jeans, boots, a tank top and an SV skullcap. She’s also wearing a custom made black leather vest with a video game controller emblazoned on the back with the words “BELMONT 3:28” on it. She’s playing up to the crowd, slapping hands, signing autographs and throwing her hands up to get cheers out of them.

Amy Connors: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome! I’m Amy Connors, out here to get a word with some fans about what they thought of March Mayhem last week but as you can see, a couple of well known faces beat me out here! So, here I stand with the newly crowned Tag Team Champions! The Skillz Vendorz! Ladies, how’s it going?! Kat, I guess you’re speaking for the both of you. Sam looks….

Kat Cage: She’s a little preoccupied right now!

Kat laughs, looking back at her tag partner as she continues playing it up to the fans. Amy laughs.

Amy Connors: I can see that! So you two are out here celebrating a little more, huh?

Kat Cage: I mean, we owe it to these fans as much as we owe it to ourselves. Sure, we put in the work. We trained. We wrestled the match but the fans are the ones who kept us going. It took us almost two years since signing with NFW to get our hands on these titles. Bloody Fairytale and KTPG stood in our way each time but like Marty said on twitter, third time’s a charm.

Amy Connors: You two kept working at it and it eventually paid off.

Kat Cage: That’s how you gotta look at things in this business. It ain’t always gonna be easy. There’s gonna be mountains and obstacles but if you believe in yourself and never quit, you finally make it. Hey, if Sam and I can do it. Anyone can.

Sammi Belmont: Eh?!

Hearing this, Sammi hops down from the cooler where Kat hands her belt to her. Sammi gives it a smooch, sets it on her shoulder and playfully polishes the center plate with her palm.

Sammi Belmont: You sellin’ us short, Kat? Top lasses, we are! Lookit these straps!

She motions to the belts on their shoulders, patting her own then.

Sammi Belmont: Sexy as fuck, innit?! ‘Ello Amy! How are ya, love?

Amy Connors: I’m great, thanks! Sammi, it’s obvious you’re still on cloud nine since you won these titles.

Sammi Belmont: Oh, too right! People kept sayin’ we couldn’t make it as professionals. We proved them wrong. They said we’d never hold gold. Well….

She looks at the belt. Back up at Kat and Amy.

Sammi Belmont: Yeah!

Amy Connors: Well congratulations, all the same, however since we’re here, there was some controversy over your victory. I’m talking, of course, about the interference by Martial Law. Some feel it was in retaliation to the attack on their manager, Janet Jacobs. However, it’s plain and obvious they only attacked the former champions, KTPG. Do you girls have any thoughts on that?

Kat and Sammi both roll their eyes as soon as Amy starts talking about Martial Law’s involvement.

Kat Cage: Look, they can say what they want. Their manager can say she was coming to do commentary. We’re both gonna respectfully call bull on that. She goes on and on about how she’s the law and Krieger and Blackman are her enforcers. They think running around and attacking the rest of the tag team division makes them the top team. Well you know what? Johanna? Mai? To be the top team, ya gotta beat the top team. Last week it was Arley Kirk and Risa! Despite you getting involved, even they’ll tell you now, the new top team?

She motions between herself and Kat.

Kat Cage: Right here. Now for whatever reason, you attacked them and left us alone. You did essentially ensure our victory. Kinda.Why? I don’t know, but I will say this. These titles? We earned our way to them so if you think coming out and more or less ‘giving us a hand’ is gonna get you a shot at the straps? Uh-uh. That ain’t how shit works. We scraped and clawed our way to these. We did it the right way. You want your shot? Earn it like we did and stop trying to jump in line!

Sammi Belmont: Oi! Gimme that. I was happy. Now I’m fuckin’ pissed.

Sammi reaches out and takes the microphone directly from Amy, looking into the camera.

Sammi Belmont: Oi! Jacobs! You fuckin’ cunt, look here yeah? You come out to the bloody ring, circlin’ around like a shark and you make us apologize for taking pre-emptive measures! Far as I’m actually concerned? You provoked us! Yeah, we apologized. Sure, it was genuine but oh do I hope you provoke us again because you deserve so much more than what you got at March Mayhem, love. As for your ‘clients’?

Sammi snorts and shifts the belt some on her shoulder.

Sammi Belmont: Kat, I know bloody damn well why they didn’t touch us. They think we’re easy pickings! Find yaselves the easy opponents and make sure they’re the ones you face. Well, news flash for you two: we’re not low level n00bs anymore. We’ve leveled up. Massively.

Kat Cage: That’s right, Sammi. Now, you see these belts on us. We’re way up on the tower now. You know in Mortal Kombat when you have to fight Jade and Kitana? That’s us for you.

Amy Connors: Fantastic, ladies. Now, another subject regarding the titles. Your opponents from last week. KTPG. You, yourselves, mentioned that they were cheated out of the titles. Do you have any further comments?

Kat shrugs and exchanges glances with Sammi before both look to Amy.

Kat Cage: Rematch. What else is there to say? Anytime they want one, they obviously deserve it. Arley? Risa? Let us know. We’ll figure something out to where the hyenas can’t come snooping.

Sammi Belmont: Yeah, just know this that if any of you lot - any of you three, that is - come scavvin’ around the ring this time. We’ll consider that provocation because we bloody well know better! Don’t think I, personally, won’t hesitate to clean your fuckin’ clocks, Krieger, Mai OR Jacobs! Ya mates that like to gangpile online don’t bloody scare us. They ain’t nothin’ but full of steam and shit. Fight me on that, ya cunts!

Sammi shoves her title belt into Kat’s arms and throws two middle fingers at the camera before going into the cooler. She pulls out two cans of Mountain Dew before closing the lid and stands up on top of it, yelling to the crowd again. The fans awaiting entry into the arena (remember this is pre-recorded) cheer and laugh as Sammi cracks both cans of Dew open, smashes them together and double fists them, downing as much as she can with the rest of the soda pouring down her neck and t-shirt. Is she channeling something? Someone? Nah. Couldn’t be.

Amy Connors: Well, there you have it, folks! New NFW Tag Team Champions, the Skillz Vendorz, sending out a message to the Martial Law, the Trash Pandas, the entire tag team division! Can’t wait to see what the future holds in store for them!

The shot fades out with Amy excusing herself while the Skillz Vendorz continue signing autographs and talking with the fans.
Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The main lights go dark as Red and Blue spotlights swirl around the ringside area. They all come together on the stage as Noah Leota emerges. He raises his right arm high into the sky, then quickly drops it and begins walking down the ramp confidently. Noah scales up the turnbuckle and raises his arm once more. This time dropping it then hopping into the ring from the turnbuckle. Once in the ring he goes down to one knee and stares out into the crowd with a confident smirk etched across his face.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first! From Honolulu, Hawaii! Weighing in at 202 pounds! The New Spectacular One! NOAH...LEOTA!!!!!

The strangely nostalgic tune of “Song of Storms” (Zelda Theme Remix) begins to resonate throughout the arena. It charms the audience to pay attention as Marcello Vitale makes his presence known, casually dancing to the light-hearted intro. He sways back and forth almost as if he’s floating along the stage, but suddenly the lights go out.

Navi’s cheerful “Hello!” and the beat of the music drops instantaneously! Pyros go off from the stage, multi-colored lights shine on Marcello, and theatrical fog trails down the ramp while he makes his way towards the ring. He tags a few hands along the way before he leaps onto the apron and ascends the nearest corner, staring out towards the fans as he receives a mostly-positive response of cheers.

Thea Crawford: His opponent! From Florence, Italy! Weighing in at 217 pounds! The Man of Many Faces! MARCELLO...VITALE!!!!!!!

With a confident smirk, he embraces the remix of his music for a moment before he runs across the top rope and perches onto the other corner. This gets a wild response while he encourages flash photography with a stylish pose. Finally, he jumps down onto the mat and readies himself for the match.

Marcello and Noah circled the ring, The two of them locked up and Marcello forced Noah into the ropes as the ref called for the break. Marcello broke the hold, backing up and as he did, Noah came charging in, using his speed to put Marcello off balance. Noah would build up his speed, bringing the match to his pace, hitting Marcello with a thrust kick before delivering a standing shooting star press. Noah would follow it up as he delivered AC 130 and getting a nearfall. Noah continued to take the fight to Marcello, hitting him with everything he could, delivering a dragon suplex that forced Marcello to roll out of the ring to catch a breather. This didn’t work though as Noah came flying in, delivering a Tope con hilo that sent Marcello down on the floor. Noah rolled Marcello into the ring, then following up with The Spectacular Moonsault and once again only getting a two count. Noah would pick Marcello up, looking to deliver Deadshot, but Marcello was able to get out of it and as Noah turned around, Marcello delivered a spinning roundhouse kick.

From there, Marcello was able to take over the match. He took Noah, delivering a series of European uppercuts before delivering a rib breaker. He then followed it up with a Tiger Suplex before hooking the leg and getting a nearfall. Marcello then took Noah, picking him up and delivering Nerd Rage! He didn’t stop there as he picked Noah back up and delivered The Yellow Light of Death and hooked the leg for the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner...MARCELLO...VITALE!!!

Andrew Payne: Congratulations and welcome back, Man of Many Faces!

Miranda Augustino: Nice to see someone who can kick some ass back on the brand, Andy!

The outline of a figure can barely be seen in the almost pitch-black room. The striking of a match cuts the eerie silence and silhouettes the figure better. The match is used to light a pair of candles that sit on what can only be assumed to be an altar. It is a short table covered in a black cloth with a white rune pattern. In the center of the altar are a handmade doll and a row of five pins.

In the light of the candles, the figure is recognizable as Bronwyn Good, NFW’s resident witch. She brings something up from under the altar and sets it down next to the doll. It is a vial that appears to be empty. She looks around for a moment before finding a pair of tweezers. Keeping them in one hand she picks the vial back up and unscrews the top. Holding it in front of one of the candle flames she fishes inside of it with the tweezers. Evidently getting what was in the vial she pulls the tweezers out and sets the vial aside. She then takes what can barely be seen as a single strand of hair between her fingers. She sets the tweezers down and flips the doll over revealing an opening in the back. She carefully puts the hair inside of the doll and sews the opening closed.

Bronwyn holds her hands over the doll and pins, whispering something under her breath. She then picks up the doll and one of the pins. She takes a moment, obviously making a decision, before sticking one of the pins into one of the doll’s arms.

Bronwyn: Smitten, battered, beaten, torn
I prick at thee as if a thorn
Suffer now I will not wait
With this pin I seal your fate
Pins so sharp and made of steel
I strike at thee, these pins you’ll feel
Smitten, battered, beaten, torn
I curse you now, your pain is born!

As she speaks she sticks pins in the other arm, both legs, and torso of the doll. She is careful not to touch any of the pins after she sticks them into the doll. She then carefully lays the doll back in the center of the altar. A sinister chuckle emanates from her frame as she rises and leaves the room.
Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….

The arena lights go out and “Black No. 1 (Little Miss Scare-all)” by Type-O Negative starts playing. A white spotlight outlines “Salem’s Forgotten Daughter” Bronwyn Good. She is standing with her back facing the ring and her entrance attire hood up. She holds that pose as the lyrics start.

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

Thea Crawford: From Salem, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 113lbs! She is Salem’s Forgotten Daughter...BRONWYN...GOOD!

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

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

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

Thea Crawford: And her opponent….

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

Thea Crawford: From Brighton, England! Weighing in at 210lbs! The Premier Bad Boy! DENNIS...STOWAND!!!!

~DING DING DING~

As the match began, Dennis Stowand and Bronwyn Good circled the ring, watching one another. Stowand was all business, looking like a competitor, ready to go. Bronwyn moved in a more stalker-like manner. Piercing white eyes watching Dennis as she flicked her split tongue out at him, tauntingly. Finally, the two locked up and Bronwyn went right for the arm wringer only for Stowand to flip out of it and pull her into an arm drag. This initiated a sequence of Bronwyn trying to rush Stowand only to end up being arm dragged across the ring over and over until the Witch slid out of the ring to slow things down and get her bearings. The Premier Bad Boy shrugged and ran off the ropes, looking for a diving move but he had to suddenly stop short when Erin Mercer, quickly moved in the way of her girlfriend. Stowand hit a back handspring and landed in the middle of the ring, on one knee to keep himself from having to dive out and looked at Erin with annoyance. Instead, he slipped out of the ring and got right in Erin’s face to which the woman just smirked smugly and spread her arms out, goading him to go ahead and hit her. With Stowand’s attention on Erin, Bronwyn Good circled around and crawled back into the ring. The eerie witch then ran over and went for the ropes. Erin suddenly backed off, rushing to put a distance between herself and Dennis as Bronwyn came crashing down onto the man with an Arabian Press to the outside, taking them down to the floor. This got a boo from the crowd as Erin smirked and proceeded to strut around, ignoring the warning from the referee and simply saying “fuck you, I never touched him!” Things were now in Bronwyn’s control and she began to go hard on Dennis with knees, chops and forearms before rolling him into the ring and coming back in with a springboard 450 senton for a nearfall.

Brownyn really showed her savage side this night as she focused on just trying to flat out maim her opponent with elbows, boots and...well...her nails. Salem’s Forgotten Daughter had no qualms in digging at the eyes and raking them down Stowand’s back to do damage. Erin Mercer obeyed the referee’s earlier order of not causing any problems but it didn’t stop her from cheering and rooting for Bronwyn as she pulled out every dirty trick in the book to try and keep an advantage over Stowand. It only worked for so long before Bronwyn went for a Standing Shooting Star Press only for Stowand to bring his knees up and catch her in the ribs. He rolled her up into another nearfall and transitioned into a forward ankle lock when she kicked out. She was just near the ropes enough, however, for Erin Mercer to grab her hands and puuuuuuull her the last couple of inches so she could grab the bottom. Stowand tried to point it out to the ref but as soon as the ref turned his annoyed gaze on Erin, the woman argued with him that she was just motivating Bronwyn to reach the ropes. The match continued with Dennis Stowand twisting Brownyn up in submission after submission with the Witch able to reach the ropes or use her nails on the eyes each time.

Finally, Dennis Stowand decided to go high risk as he climbed to the top rope, calling for a moonsault while Bronwyn Good was prone on the mat. As he taunted to the cheering crowd, however, Erin Mercer ran over beneath him and started flat out mocking his antics. Stowand started responding, telling her to bring her ass up into the ring. As Erin held the man’s attention, Bronwyn Good got to her feet, ran over and threw herself into the top rope, causing Stowand to slip and fall onto the turnbuckle. As he reeled from landing on the buckle, right between his legs, Bronwyn climbed up onto the corner behind him. She jumped, caught his head with her legs and sent him into a backwards flip with a top rope PHANTASMAGORIA!!! Stowand landed square on his neck and shoulders as Bronwyn landed flat on her stomach in exhaustion. She crawled over and hooked the leg for the pin. 1...2...3!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner! BRONWYN...GOOD!!

Andrew Payne: Tch, yeah! Thanks, in no small part, to Erin Mercer for the distraction technique!

Miranda Augustino: Hey, magic works in funny ways, Andy!

After Bronwyn Good and Erin Mercer celebrated the former’s victory in the ring, they left up the ramp, grinning wickedly in the direction of Good’s vanquished opponent. Erin hung an arm around Bronwyn’s neck, talked some trash to the camera and flipped the viewers off.

The scene comes up with Amy Connors standing by backstage.

Amy: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Ms. Wildcard, the Geekette Extraordinaire, Cali-Kate.

Cali-Kate walks on screen with her briefcase in hand.

Amy: Kate, one of the burning questions-

Kate quickly holds up a hand.

Cali-Kate: Sorry, I really don't mean to be rude Amy, but I'm sure a lot of people had the same question: Emelie is a friend, why did you interrupt her time in the spotlight? And it's a fair question. It's certainly some shit that I don't do normally. And it's not because I think Em is gonna be a weak or unfit champion. I've been back since fucking October, she joined shortly after that. She won a title before I did even so...

Kate does a little shrug with the briefcase.

Cali-Kate: ...does it sting? Of course it fucking does. Am I mad? Fuck no! I couldn't be happier for her actually. She fucking deserves it. But as a champ, as THE Undisputed champ, she has to know she's got a target on her. And I'm Kate Bishop.

Amy: So then tonight, you'll face Debby Haze. How are you approaching this match tonight?

Cali-Kate: The secret to understanding an opponent is to know what makes them so good. Luck has a lot to do with that obviously. Skill is a big thing. Heart almost always comes into play. And never overlook experience. Now we might be tied when it comes to those first three, but I have the clear advantage in the fourth. Now everyone knows I fucking hate tooting my own horn, but in this case it's a fact.

Kate raises the briefcase again.

Cali-Kate: I didn't earn this, with Emelie's help no less, just to get caught by a damn rookie. Debby is no one to overlook, but I do have to look past her and to my goal. I want my fucking time as well. Debby's spotlight is one I am going to have to fucking steal. Put it with the light that I lit up at March Mayhem and you can fucking count the days until Cali-Kate, Champions Edition is released. The real question isn't how am I approaching this match, it's what comes after, win or lose here. Debby is good, but I've been gearing for a bigger fight and Debby is one of the next elite bosses in my way. Well, game start, bitches!

Kate shoots a wink at Amy before walking off leaving Amy nodding as the scene fades out.
Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

A disco ball lowers over the ring, as Born to Be Alive starts to play. While the globe shaped object starts to rotate, Debby Haze skates out onto the stage. Before making her way to the ring, Deb starts to roller disco.

Once the dance is over, debby puts on a display of skating prowess. Spinning, and playing to the crowd, as she inches her way to the ring.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first! From Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 135 pounds! The Disco Diva! DEBBY...HAZE!!!!

Once Debby reaches ringside, she removes her strap on skates, and pushes them under the ring. After a few more seconds with the fans, Deb rolls under the bottom rope, and into the ring.

Thea Crawford: Her opponent….

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!”

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.

Thea Crawford: From Laguna Beach, California! Weighing in at 136 pounds! The Geekette Extraordinaire! CALI...KATE!!!

~DING DING DING~

The fans get behind these two with a loud, incessant rhythmic clap as they circle and then finally lock up in the middle. Neither of them seem to be giving or gaining as they struggled back and forth, looking for and cutting off openings. Cali-Kate finally found it with a snapmare, yet Debby held onto the wrist and also forced Kate over with her, using her own momentum. The crowd hyped up as Debby looked to be going for the early texas cloverleaf submission, yet Cali-Kate kicked her away. Both women to their feet, deep Japanese arm drag by Debby! Cali-Kate gets back to her feet and she is only met by an even deeper Japanese arm drag, and a bridge through by Debby Haze into a pin. One and a half count and kick out by Cali-Kate!

Debby doesn't waste any time, leaping up to deliver a jumping forearm smash, yet Cali-Kate seized her moment perfectly, ducking underneath and swinging around and nailing Debby with a Geekete Chic kick right in the kisser! Cover and a kick out at two! Kate dragged a groggy Debby Haze to her feet and hauled her off for an irish whip, taking her down with a hip attack on the rebound and then running in for an attempted Meteora, yet Haze expertly dodged out of the way and landed Kate with a drop toe hold which sent her sprawling into the corner! Debby gets the crowd on its feet and joining in with her dance before nailing Cali-Kate in the face with her DO THE HUSTLE! She dragged Kate out of the corner and covered for a close two count, Debby thinking she had it there and looking a tad frustrated as she dragged Cali-Kate to her feet. Tilt a whirl backbreaker by Debby, another cover and another kick out at two! Debby Haze once more managed to drag Cali-Kate to her feet, landing a quick forearm before hauling her off for an irish whip.

On the rebound, Cali-Kate comes off with a springboard and looks to take Debby's head off with a lariat, yet Debby jumps back just in time and then reels Cali-Kate in. A strange look comes over Kate's face as Debby initiates a waltz-like sequence, though that look turns to "glazed over" as Debby suddenly hooks the arm, swings her around and nails a devastating calf kick! Disco Twist by Haze and a cover and yet another nearfall!

Debby smacked the mat in frustration as she went to haul The Geekette extraordinaire to her feet yet she was met with a barrage of elbows and forearms as Cali-Kate broke free! EXPANSION PACK OUT OF NOWHERE! The crowd is on its feet now with a rapid fire nearfall from Cali-Kate! Geekette extraordinaire with the advantage as she hauled Debby Haze to her feet and linked the arms from behind, but Haze broke free of that and hooked an arm behind Cali-Kate's head before making a beeline for the turnbuckles! PURPLE HAAA..No! Kate held on and dumped Debby with a modified Manhattan drop! She links the arms and swing Debby Haze around! There it is! STARSTRUCK!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner! CALI….KATE!!

Andrew Payne: These two women put on a clinic tonight but Cali-Kate showed why she captained Team Santiago at Invasion: Japan and why she has that briefcase!

Miranda Augustino: Way to go Katie girl!!!

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

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

As the lights dim and a lone spotlight appears on the entrance ramp, and stepping out is none other than the Trillion-Dollar Princess Angel Kash. The fans in the sold-out Coleman Coliseum boo loudly at the sight but Angel pays no heed to them as she smugly blows a kiss despite the loss at March Mayhem. Before pointing back and her music is soon replaced by Pink Floyds Money. And out steps Ange’s new manager and boyfriend Steele Matthews with his trademark big Cheshire cat grin on his face with his arms outstretched. As Angel claps for him before he gets close and they embrace a series of kisses between the two which causes the fans to boo at the couple before they link arms make their way down to the ring as they taunt the fans. With Angel rudely sticking her hand out to the talk hand motion to them as they make their way toward the steps as Steele Matthews heads up and holds the rope as Angel smirks at climbs up the steel steps before entering under the top rope keeping her but in front of Steele as she even moves it a bit for him which gets him to smirk as she enters the ring followed by Steele as she poses smugly before getting Steele to grab a microphone while she takes a mirror out and checks herself out a bit before blowing a kiss to herself then when Steele get closer she kisses him which gets the fans to bood loudly. As she motions for her music to cut.

Steele Matthews: Well, well, well… is that really a welcome deserving for the hottest couple in wrestling history?!

Steele shakes his head as Angel just rolls her eyes before continuing to admire herself in the mirror.

Steele Matthews: It doesn’t really surprise us that you peasants fail to appreciate true greatness when you see it! But… I’m getting ahead of myself a little here. For those of you fools out there who do not know who I am…

He then turns to Angel.

Steele Matthews: And quite frankly, they should know exactly who I am…

Angel nods, smiling before giving him another kiss before he turns his attention back to the crowd.

Steele Matthews: My name is Steele Matthews! Former wrestler… self made billionaire… actor… and the manager and boyfriend of this beautiful, amazing specimen of a woman you see before you!

Angel fluffs her hair some more as she slowly twirls in the ring to show herself off while Steele admires her as she does so.

Steele Matthews: Whether you idiots want to admit it or not… and that goes for all of you dumb schmucks in the back too… Angel Kash here is the greatest wrestler in the world today! And it is a damn travesty that she is not standing here before you all as the brand new SPLAT! Multiverse Champion! Hell, she should be a dual champion right now because she should also be the Grand Champion of HYBRID as well! But rest assured, ladies and gentlemen… this woman right here will soon be holding gold! And when she finally does? Now that?! That will be absolutely… priceless!

Steele then hands the microphone over to Angel.

Angel Kash: If any place should be on lockdown it should be this cesspool of a state we are in? Like we are surrounded by hicks, and loser baby that is why they boo true beauty like me, and a handsome man like you. Like have you seen everyone else around us they just don’t compare now do they babe?

Steele mouths no as Angel lets out a bitchy giggle. Before, giving him another kiss and speaking again in the same tone.

Angel Kash: Like, Sierra you may have gotten the victory but let us be clear if that freak doesn’t end you, and you somehow end up bringing that belt back here. I will make that DDT look like childs play you got that? I will break you! Mentally, and physically! Because you didn’t see all that I have but congrats you won the battle but the war? You will never win because I have more resources than you could imagine. And I am in a very bad mood ask my babe people tend to lose their jobs when I am angry.

Steele Matthews: It’s true… she has fired most of my own personal staff already. They all deserved to be fired of course. But yes, as my princess just said… she WILL be champion soon! Whether you all like it or not!

Angel smiles brightly, placing a hand on her hip glaring at the fans.

Angel Kash: And if you morons get in my way in the back then I will make you wish you hadn’t signed on the dotted line. Because quite frankly you will not treat me like an afterthought the way people like Cali Kate should be treated if we are honest. She’s the type of lower class scum that wouldn’t be thought of in my world the world of the one percent. And soon enough those who doubted those who laughed well you will all pay dearly because it will soon be OFF WITH YOUR HEADS!

Ange lets out an evil laugh howling with delight at the statement.

Steele Matthews: Good one, princess. I love it when you get all evil like that.

Steele pulls Angel in for another kiss much to the dismay of the sold out crowd.

Steele Matthews: Oh boo hoo! Get used to seeing a lot more of this, you fools! Because the Trillion Dollar Couple are here to take over the wrestling world!

Ange smirks at the booing fans.

Angel Kash: And there is nothing you or your little heroes can do about it? If thy step up to me they will be put down by any means I see fit. And I am no longer playing nice what i did to Amelia Hogan? It will be nothing compared to what I do from here on out to those foolish enough to try and get me in the way of getting what I want. And baby? You haven’t seen how evil I can be completed yet! I will toss them away like tossed away those who thought they could handle me.

Angel lets out a chuckle before speaking again.

Angel Kash: No more peasants, commoners, and rodents taking my spotlight anymore. Trauma will be known as the Angel Kash show because I am the star I am the face and I will prove it embrace it and admire it because there is nothing you can do about it.

Steele Matthews: And THAT… ladies and gentlemen? Is absolutely…

Angel lifts the microphone to her lips as the couple look at one another with a smile on their face.

Angel Kash/Steele Matthews: ...PRICELESS!
Thea Crawford: The following contest is your main event and is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

Disturbeds "Indestructible" hits and as the siren blares red strobe lights spin, the guitar riff kicks in as Johanna Krieger and Mai Blackman step out onto the stage. For the first time since...forever...they’re by themselves with no sign of Janet Jacobs. They both look to be in more of a sour mood, as well as they bang fists together and just start walking down the ramp to the ring. Both women hit the ring, sliding in underneath the bottom rope and move to their corners. Johanna pulls on the ropes and Mai throws a few shadow punches as they look to be talking strategy.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first! At a combined weight of 270 pounds! Johanna Krieger...Mai Blackman...they are...MARTIAL...LAW!!!

The arena darkens with the music starting at the same instant. At the 0:18 mark, the multicolored light effect seen in each girl's solo entrance kicks in and lights up the stage and Kaede Tanabe comes strutting out onto the stage in her fancy dress and sunglasses. This time she’s without her mink coat but she still has her purse.. Shortly after, at 0:24, Kayako Kazama comes running through the curtain, all smiles, pumping her fist in the air.

Next comes Masami Nishikiyama once again in her track suit, through the curtain before going into the spin she does on the balls of her feet with her arms out.

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

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

Thea Crawford: "Making their way to the ring! Accompanied by Kaede Tanabe and Masami Nishikiyama! From Japan! KAYAKO - KAZAMA...and YUUUKA HIIIRATA!!!! THEY! ARE! THE SUUUUUPER BITCH SQUUUAAAAAAAD!!!!"

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

Once all four of them are in the ring, they meet in the middle for a pose. Masami stands tall, flexing up her arms. After performing another brief Wai Kru, Yuka scowls ahead of her with her fists raised under her chin. Kayako, meanwhile, leans back against Masami like a human wall and brings up one hand in a 'peace sign' with an adorable yet devious little smile.

~DING DING DING~

Yuka and Mai were the two to start things off for their teams. Mai quickly was able to get control as she used her ground and pound tactics to keep Yuka down and in her half of the ring. She would take Yuka and use her striking to keep the woman off guard and stunned. She’d tag Johanna in, the two of them would deliver a double suplex to Yuka before Mai would get out of the ring and Johanna took over, picking Yuka up and delivering a series of knees to the face before taking her and delivering a snap DDT. She’d hook the leg, but as she did, Kaede hopped up onto the ring apron and distracted the referee for just long enough for Yuka to kick out at two. Kayako was on the apron, trying to get Yuka back in it, but just as Yuka was building a little bit of momentum, Johanna put a stop to it with a spinning back fist that dropped the girl right back down to the mat. She then tags Mai into the match and the two of them hit a German Suplex and cutter double team move before Mai hooks the leg and gets another near fall. Mai would go for a back body drop, but Yuka was able to land on her feet and when Mai turned around, she was met with a pele kick and both women were on the mat. The referee started his count and at the count of five, both women began to stir and they both lept and made the tag to their partners.

Kayako came in like a house on fire, taking Johanna off her feet with a dropkick. She then delivered one to Mai who was laying on the apron to knock her off to the floor. Kayako turned around, ducking a right hand by Johanna and poking her in the eyes. As the ref admonished her, Kayako shrugged her shoulders and then took Johanna and tried to deliver a DDT, but Johanna was able to counter out of it and deliver a snapmare kick to Kayako. She then tagged Mai back into the match, but as Mai came in, the crowd started buzzing as RISA and Arley, Kawaii Trash Pandas Go! came walking through the crowd towards the ring. This caught the attention of Johanna and Mai as they looked straight at them, mouthing something to them. As this was happening, Kayako was able to tag Yuka back into the match. The two of them immediately took Johanna and dumped her over the top rope before taking Mai and delivering the KY Connection and Yuka hooked the leg to get the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here are your winners! Kayako Kazama...Yuka Hirata...THE SUPER BITCH SQUAD!!

Andrew Payne: Call it a bit of payback for KTPG! SBS is walking out of Tuscaloosa with a victory over Martial Law!

Miranda Augustino: Payback’s a bitch, Andy! In this case; it’s a SUPER bitch!

Andrew Payne: I see what you did there, Miranda. Never thought I’d say that! However, I will say, to the fans and viewers, so long and goodnight. We hope you’re all staying safe in the midst of all things going on. We’ll see you next week in Chicago, Illinois where we’ll be broadcasting for the foreseeable future. We thank you for joining us and we hope you enjoyed the show. Take care, everyone!