Trauma Episode 13 4/25/20 Chicago, Illinois

The show opens to Steven Brody, Isabella Santiago, and Luthor Callaway standing in the ring. Brody is holding a microphone, and the crowd goes silent when he raises it to his lips.

Steven Brody: Could I have RISA come to the ring at this time please?

It takes a couple of minutes, but "Eye of the Tiger (Nightcore)" does indeed hit the speakers as RISA steps out onto the stage, followed closely by her best friend and tag team partner Arley Kirk. There is a chant of "Let's Go Pandas" as the two make their way to the ring. Arley holds open the ropes for RISA as she steps inside.

Steven Brody: Thank you. Now, as you all well know, the Japanese wrestling community lost two of it's most influential members this week. Not only were they very intelligent when it came to the wrestling business, I had the honor and privilege to call both of them friend. So, tonight, I asked Risa Saito to the ring as NFW pays tribute to her parents, Toru and Sakura Saito, with a moment of silence and a 10 bell salute. Could I please have the rest of the roster onto the stage?

It doesn't take long before the stage is full with every member of the roster. The building goes silent as the bell begins to ring. Halfway through, RISA begins to cry, wrapping her arms around Arley as the blonde comforts her friend. When the final bell tolls, the crowd begins to clap, a "Thank you Risa" chant taking over as the rest of the roster claps politely.

The Magical Reign continues!

2x Rock and Roll Champ!

The Demon Prince will spread darkness!

Game on!

Andrew Payne: What’s going on everyone! Welcome to Saturday night Trauma! We are live here in Chicago, Illinois. 2,000 people here at the NFW Collision Center ready for the latest in some Saturday night wrestling.

Morgan Payne Yeah, I’m pumped to be here with you, pops. Yinz are gonna have a blast tonight!

Andrew Payne: Yes we are, Morgan. And I get to call all the action with you and I couldn’t be happier, but I do wish Miranda a speedy recovery.

Morgan Payne Me too, what happened to her last week sucked n’at, but da show must go ahn!

Andrew Payne: And speaking of which, there’s an action packed show tonight.

Morgan Payne: Yinz are in for a real treat tonight. Just sucks dat Tiggy ain’t wrestling tonight.

Andrew Payne: Yeah, but you know that in NFW, the action never stops.

Morgan Payne: Let’s get on wif da dang show then, oldman!

Andrew Payne: Who you calling old. Bet I could still whoop your ass.

Morgan Payne: Bring it on, pops. Yanno I’d win now.

Andrew Payne: Maybe another time, let’s take it to ringside!

We cut to a hospital setting and we see Runa Olsen looking over some charts

Runa: "å hallo! komme for en sjekk? (Oh hello! Come for a checkup?) No? well, I should introduce myself, I'm Runa Olsen M.D. and I am the newest member of the NFW Trauma roster. Which is fitting because I actually have treated many trauma patients"

Runa flips through charts and pulls out one for her debut opponent, Trenton Page.

Runa: "Trenton Page, I'm not considering you my opponent for our match, I'm considering you my patient. Now, as you are a professional wrestler, it's safe to assume you've suffered some injuries, but I'm surprised that I can't seem to find anything of note... No ligament damage, no broken bones... You have a clean bill of health. But that won't necessarily be the case after our match. My diagnosis is that your NFW career will start with a loss, as I will defeat you with surgical precision." Runa puts the charts down and walks down the hall.

Runa Olson vs Trenton Page

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Voice: "paging Dr. Olsen, you're needed in the O.R."

My Favorite Game by The Cardigans plays as Runa Olsen comes from the back wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope over her ring gear. She heads down the ramp waiving at fans

Thea Crawford: "making her way to the ring, weighing at 119 pounds, from Oslo, Norway, Dr. Runa Olsen!"

Runa enters the ring and checks the refs pulse before removing her lab coat and stethoscope.

"Forget My Name" kicks off hard from the start, the heavy guitars and drums doing a good job of getting fans pumped and ready for the match to come. Trenton backs out onto the stage, arms extended to either side, stopping at the top of the ramp and spinning around to greet the masses. His smile is ever-present, pumping his fists a few times to rile up the arena. Following him out is the stunning Hikaru Yamamoto-Page, her attire matching Trenton's in terms of color. He takes her hand and gives her a twirl before linking her arm with his and heading down the ramp.

Thea Crawford: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Hikaru Yamamoto-Page,, from Spartanburg, South Carolina, weighing in at 219 pounds, Trenton Page!

Reaching the ring, Trenton gets a big smooch on the cheek from his young lady and it gets him all kinds of riled! He slaps the steps a few times before walking up, wiping his soles before entering the ring and hitting the ropes, again working his utmost to get the fans right in there with him. Up on the buckles, he salutes them one final time before removing his vest and tossing it down at ringside, moonsaulting off the buckles and landing on his feet, ready to start the match.

~Ding Ding Ding~

Runa and Trenton start off the match, circling the ring, both being a little tentative to make the first move as they feel each other out. They finally lock up and Trenton is able to get the advantage as he switches into a headlock before taking Runa and delivering a snap suplex before floating over and delivering a snap brainbuster. Trenton uses the ropes to deliver an Assai moonsault onto Runa before hooking the leg to get a nearfall. Trenton continues to press on though, taking Runa and sending her into the ropes. Runa comes off the ropes and Trenton hits a series of Japanese armdrags before Runa rolls out of the ring to catch her breath and break up the momentum of Trenton. As she’s walking around on the floor, she turns and sees Trenton, he flies through the middle and top rope as he hits a suicide dive on Runa, driving her back first into the barricade. Trenton then takes Runa and throws her back into the ring. Trenton slides in behind Runa and picks her up onto his shoulders. He hits her with Dust in The Wind and hooks the leg, getting a nearfall again. Trenton though doesn’t argue, he just gets up and picks Runa up, looking to hit a single underhook DDT, but Runa is able to counter out of it and deliver a clothesline.

From there, Runa is able to takeover in this match. Trenton pops up, but as he does, Runa is there to meet him with a German suplex. She then climbs to the top rope and as Trenton gets to his feet, Runa leaps and delivers a missile dropkick. She then picks Trenton up and delivers tornado DDT before hooking the leg and getting a nearfall. Runa looks a little frustrated, but she continues on as she takes Trenton and delivers a flatliner. She kips up and starts to get the crowd behind her a little bit as she stands in the corner and waits for Trenton to get back up to his feet. Trenton finally does and as he turns around to face Runa, she hits him with The Checkup and hooks the leg to get the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Runa Olson!

Andrew Payne: What a great debut by Runa Olson here picking up her first win in NFW.

Morgan Payne: Yeah, but Trenton isn’t a slouch either. Both are going to be players here.

Result: Pinfall

Mikhail Reinhardt vs Noah Leota vs River Chance

Thea Crawford: The following contest is a triple threat match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!
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.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, weighing in at 202 pounds, from Honolulu, Hawaii, Noah Leota!

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.

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: And his opponent, from Dortmund, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany, 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.

Bullet For My Valentine’s cover of “No Easy Way Out” fills the arena as the crowd begins to cheer the signs come out. The cheers soar even higher as the lyrics start and River Chance comes walking through the curtain, all business. Ready and focused. Cool as a cucumber. While she receives a huge welcome from the crowd, the young woman simply looks around at them without much of a reaction outside of an innocent, sweet little smile. Just a faint one visible on her lips as she checks her wrist tape and starts down towards the ring at a calm but brisk walk.

Thea Crawford: “And their opponent, weighing in at 170lbs...from Ann Arbor, Michigan...RIVER...CHANCE!!!!”

Remaining calm, and actually almost emotionless, River Chance reaches the ring and climbs the steps, entering the ring before coming to the center of the ring. Here, is where she shows more personality and smirks sweetly to the audience, flexing her muscular arms. As her music fades, River moves to her corner, pulling on the ropes and doing some last minute warmup to stay loose.

~Ding Ding Ding~

The match begins and the three competitors look at each other and circle the ring, feelin each other out. But it doesn’t take long for Mikhail to make the first move as he goes right after Noah. He grabs Noah and delivers a series of European uppercuts before finishing it with a discus lariat that drops Noah to the ground. He then gets into a mount and starts to deliver a series of right elbow shots to the head that Noah does his best to block. Mikhail stands up and delivers a few kicks to the ribs of Noah before pushing him out of the ring and to the floor. He then turns his attention to River who isn’t backing down from the man. She extends a hand in a show of good sportsmanship, but Mikhail just laughs and slaps it away. River nods her head in understanding as she looks at him. Mikhail goes for a double leg takedown, but River is able to block it and picks Mikhail up and delivers a gutwrench suplex. She then picks him up and sends him into the ropes. Mikhail comes off the ropes and River hits a discus clothesline before going for a pin and getting just a one count.

River stands up and as she does, Noah springboards off the top rope and delivers a knee to the side of River’s head, stunning her. Noah then takes River and delivers a Northern Lights suplex and bridges for a pin to only get a one count of his own. Noah climbs up to the top rope next and sees Mikhail on the floor. He looks down and launches himself, hitting a flying crossbody onto Mikhail on the floor. Noah gets up and rolls back into the ring, going after River who goes for a back body drop, but Noah is able to land on his feet and as River turns around, she’s hit with a Pele kick that drops her. Noah once again climbs to the top rope and this time, he hits River with AC 130 and this time gets a nearfall. Noah gets up to his feet and when he does, Mikhail gets back into the ring and delivers Concussion that drops Noah. Mikhail picks Noah up and this time delivers Fall from Grace and goes for the pin only for River to break it up at two.

River and Mikhail once again face off and this time, River picks him up and sends him into the ropes. Mikhail comes off the ropes and River delivers a popup powerbomb. She then picks him up and goes for a Military Press slam, but as she holds him up, Noah leaps off the top rope and delivers a missile dropkick. Noah hooks the leg on River and gets a nearfall. He then hooks the leg on Mikhail and once again gets a nearfall. Noah gets up and climbs back up to the top rope, but as he goes to steady himself, Mikhail leaps up and grabs Noah, looking for a superplex, but Noah is able to block it. River gets up next and grabs Mikhail. She takes him and delivers a tower of doom on both him and Noah! River gets up and grabs Noah, hitting him with The Pommel Strike and hooking the leg and getting the three count just before Mikhail could try and make the save.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, River Chance!

Andrew Payne: What an impressive win by River here tonight!

Morgan Payne: River is one of the sweetest people in the world, good for her.

Result: Pinfall

Chicago Street Fight

Angel Kusanagi vs Ringmaster

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a Chicago Street Fight!!!!

The Chicago crowd erupts into a pop as the next match is announced.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first….

With two quick taps of a cymbal, the lights flash before Xandu’s cover of Megurine Luka’s “Angel Bullet” rips through the speakers of the arena. The rest of the lights go out, leaving the audience shrouded in darkness as an eerie purple light illuminates the ring itself. The stage and ramp are lit up with plain white lights, violently flashing in sync with the music. As Xandu’s first guttural shriek pierces the ears of the audience, the lights take on a more intense flashing, adding a purple hue among the whites. The crowd waits in anticipation as smoke fills the entryway as the roar of the lyrics flows from the speakers, assaulting the ears of those present. The camera focuses intently on the entryway as the inner lights come on and, combined with the smoke, give off an almost ethereal, heavenly appearance. The video wall is alight with the visage of bloody barb wire and the name “草由紀子”. The screen flickers violently as the first verse of the song continues on through the arena.

At the pre-chorus, the wall of light within the entryway is disturbed by the visage of a black silhouette. Then, as the main chorus hits, the silhouette emerges from the entryway, coming into view to reveal Angel Kusanagi. Sleeveless robe over her gear, with her hood drawn up over her hood. We see her expression though is, as always, cold and utterly hateful towards everyone present. Her mouth twists into an angry, disgusted scowl as she lowers her head but keeps her eyes aimed at the ring. Her battleground. Angel holds her position on the stage throughout the chorus and when the second verse begins, she shifts forward and begins her walk down the ramp. She completely ignores the fans in the front row, throwing jeers and boos at her. That which she sees as nothing more than scum beneath her. Angel moves methodically but with a sense of purpose as she approaches the ring. As she reaches the ring, she circles around to the opposite side of where she approached and stands on the apron, turning her head to sneer towards the fans again. Despite the sour attitude she gives off, she wipes her feet on the apron before entering the ring through the top and middle ropes at the return of the chorus.

Thea Crawford: Weighing in at 125 pounds, from Osaka, Japan! ANGEL..KUSAAAAAANAGIIIII!!

As her name is announced, she comes to stand in the center of the ring, continuing to just glare hatefully at any and everyone. One hand comes up to unclasp the buckle on her coat before he peels the hood back and slides the garment off of her body, dropping it to the floor for the ringside attendant to take while she goes to her corner and uses the ropes to get some stretching in. Finally, she turns towards the ramp [or her opponent] with that ever hateful expression and calmly waits for the match to begin.

Thea Crawford: And...her opponent….

The lights darken and take on that eerie circus vibe as Verse 13’s “The Netherworld Circus” fills the arena. Angel Kusanagi is standing in the middle of the ring watching the curtain on the stage, with a twisted grin on her face as she awaits her opponent to arrive, probably with backup given how angry he must be at her.

Andrew Payne: Now this oughta be way more up your alley, Mor. I remember you and Rissa used to do your own commentary on extreme rules matches when yinz were kids.

Morgan Payne: You can’t prove nothin!

Andrew Payne: I got tapes, kiddo. I can prove all of it.

Morgan Payne: So...where the hell’s the sideshow freak at?

Andrew Payne: If anything, he should be called the ringleader of the sideshow. Afterall he--hey wait a minute! Speak of the damn devil!

Morgan Payne: CHEESE N’ CRACKERS!!!!

The crowd starts to stir and Andrew Payne is the first on commentary to notice The Ringmaster hopping the barricade, already stripped of his entrance gear. He slides into the ring with his walking stick and gets up behind Angel! CANE SHOT ACROSS THE BACK OF THE HEAD!!!!

~DING DING DING~

The match is on as it’s an anything goes contest. Angel is laid out on the mat, face down. She looks out! The Ringmaster doesn’t do any of his usual, showman posing. He just stands over her as his music fades and the lighting returns to normal. Clutching the cane with a white knuckle grip, he sneers down at Kusanagi with the hate of a thousand hearts. He kicks her over onto her back and places a foot on her chest. Technically a cover as the ref drops down and starts to count! 1...2...but The Ringmaster quickly pulls his foot off and steps back, shaking his head to the crowd, mouthing it’s not gonna end that easy. He steps back in and brings the cane down across Angel’s ribs and that wakes her up, causing her to reel on the mat. Ringmaster just continues with shot after shot after shot of the cane until Angel rolls out of the ring and stops herself with a hand on the steps. Ringmaster slides out, calmly giving chase as now he twirls his stick, showing some of that Circus leader flare. He’s also laughing maniacally as he sees Angel appears to be on the run. Probably regretting her attack on The Ringmistress? He brings his cane up and by god he SMACKS it down on her right hand that’s braced on the steps! This time, Angel barely even reacts. It’s her nerve damaged hand after all. Ringmaster shakes his head dismissively and drives the handle into Angel’s face, knocking her back against the ringpost. She looks out on her feet still as Ringmaster comes in with a home run swing right for her head but she ducks just in time. Ringmaster’s cane pings off of the ringpost. He spins around and Angel nails him with a stiff kick to the midsection. He drops the cane to the floor. Angel picks it up and nails him once over the head with it. Ringmaster drops to his knees and Angel picks him up, using the majority of her strength to get him up for a Cradle DDT and DRILLS him headfirst into the padded floor!

Angel doesn’t even bother going for a cover as she just starts digging for shit underneath the ring. Each item she pulls out, she throws it down onto the Ringmaster, taunting him in Japanese. Chairs, trash can lids, kendo sticks, baking sheets, the trash can itself. Ringmaster’s covered in junk before too long and Angel pulls a final chair out from under the ring. She cocks it up and WHACKS it on top of the pile of weapons, causing them to dig against the Ringmaster. He thrashes on the floor from the impact. Angel throws the chair down on top of him again. She takes a moment to taunt the Chicago crowd, not seeing the ringmaster reaching under the ring as he lays there. Angel comes back over and goes to give a hard stomp on the chair laid out over her opponent but he aims the object he grabbed, a fire extinguisher, up at her and blasts her in the face from the nozzle! Angel is engulfed in a white cloud which she comes stumbling out of towards the ramp side of the ring. As she clears her vision, the Ringmaster comes running out of the cloud with a blood curdling battle cry and SMASHES the fire extinguisher into her head! Angel stumbles and falls to her knees on the ramp. The Ringmaster blasts the extinguisher in the air a couple more times, takes a mocking showman’s bow to the crowd then angrily just throws the extinguisher to the floor. He then grabs Angel by the hair and starts pulling her up the ramp. As they reach the top, Ringmaster walks her over towards the edge of the stage, setting her up for a superplex off of the stage above where tables of extra equipment and boxes are stacked. He goes to get her up but Angel blocks with her leg and nails a few punches into his ribs. She manages to adjust the angle of where they’re facing and hits her own Snap Suplex, throwing the Ringmaster right into the stage wall, causing the digital display to briefly flicker a bit. Angel goes for a cover here but only gets a 2 count.

Angel pulls Ringmaster up to his feet and starts nailing him with Strong Style elbows and knees. Their fights ends up going through the curtain, backstage where Angel starts demeaningly just grabbing random items and throwing them at him, taunting in Japanese still. They make it over to the concession area where much of the backstage staff and other members of the roster are enjoying a break. Angel’s still taking stiff shots on the Ringmaster until he stumbles over by the coffee. Members like Dennis Stowand, Marcello Vitale and Martial Law aren’t far off just watching as Ringmaster grabs a near empty pot of hot joe. As Angel starts coming up behind him, he whirls around and swings. The glass pot EXPLODES over Angel’s head!!! Glass and about a cup’s worth of coffee all over the place. Angel grabs at her face, screaming before Ringmaster runs in and just hits her with a Slingblade right on the concrete floor! He gets a nearfall himself before Angel kicks out. He picks her up by the hair. The crowd reacts and we hear someone from the concession area just go “oh shit” as the camera captures blood gushing down Angel’s face. Ringmaster taunts her now, cursing her for laying hands on the Ringmistress. He thinks about it and adds that this is for Miranda Augustino as well. Ringmistress’ beloved. He drags her over to the concession table again and sweeps his arm across it, clearing food and trays off, knocking them to the floor. A few people protest which he ignores and lifts Angel up for a powerbomb! She wriggles in his grasp though and gets free, slipping loose and reverses it into a huge DDT that drives Ringmaster’s face and head into the table! Combined with the weight of her body coming down, the table breaks and implodes beneath them! This gets a mix of boos and cheers from the roster member’s watching. Obviously on split sides.

Angel pulls herself out of the rubble of the table as does the Ringmaster, albeit more slowly. Angel waits for him to get to his feet and she goes for the Steel Feather! Ringmaster catches her foot, spins her around and DROPS her with a DISCUS CLOTHESLINE!!! It sends them both down to the floor though and Ringmaster’s still dizzy from the DDT through the table. He shakes his head to clear the cobwebs while pulling Angel up to her feet. He starts setting her up for Come One, Come All (Vertibreaker) and those watching nearby audibly protest not to do that here on the floor. He ignores them and continues the setup but he’s aching and a little slow. It allows Angel to wriggle free and roll off of his back onto her feet. She steadies herself just as he starts to turn and as he does - STEEL FEATHER!!!!! The kick resounds through the concession area. We get a few “OHHHH” from other roster members and staff watching as The Ringmaster crumples to the floor. Angel collapses over him in a heap and the referee doesn’t waste time with dropping down to count the pinfall. 1...2...3!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner!!!! ANGEL...KUSAAAAANAGIIIIII!!!!

Morgan Payne: Welp! Da Ringmaster came for vengeance an’ he got punished for it!

Andrew Payne: Did you just…?

Morgan Payne: Wha…?

Andrew Payne: Nothing. You’re cute, sweetie. We hope you enjoyed that match, everyone! Personally, I love a good straight fight like that one. We’ll be right back with more Trauma while this mess backstage gets cleaned up!

Result: Pinfall

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The arena lights go out and the intro to “Remember me(FESTER Remix)” by Code: Pandorum starts up.

“I’ll do it again and again…
Until you make them remember!”

The arena is flooded with Red light as Anton Crowley, followed by the rest of House Crowley, comes out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp. The members of the group are positioned around Anton as they look out over the crowd. They stand there for a few moments soaking in the hate and animosity the crowd is raining down on them.

The group slowly makes their way down to the ring and enters it. Xaphan grabs a mic from one of the ring crew and hands it to Anton. Leviathan and Iscariot angrily pace around the ring as Anton waits for the crowd to quiet down enough to speak.

Anton Crowley: “Tonight shall be a glorious night for House Crowley. Later tonight Xaphan will be showing Marcello Vitale why you do not mess with House Crowley. Marcello’s fight shall be over before it has the chance to begin. The Abyssal Arsonist shall teach Vitale the lesson he so desperately wants to learn.”

The crowd starts up their hate again. Anton simply chuckles.

Anton Crowley: “But first, Leviathan and myself shall earn House Crowley a future shot at the NFW Tag Team Titles. We shall defeat the current champions, The Skillz Vendorz. A team of two girls who would rather be playing video games. They will see a monster first-hand tonight.”

To punctuate Anton’s words, Leviathan walks up behind him and roars into the camera.

Anton Crowley: “My monster weighs almost as much as the ‘champions’ do combined. You add his ferocity and my intelligence and it’s a foregone conclusion that House Crowley shall soon be challenging for the Tag Team Titles.”

Anton looks to the other members of House Crowley with a smirk. All of them nod their agreement.

Anton Crowley: “Might even have to show up to Ascension on Tuesday, make sure to let whoever leaves the night champions what lies in store for them. Even send a message to all the teams on Collision. The message that House Crowley is not to be taken lightly.”

The crowd raises the volume of their hate slightly.

Anton Crowley: “But enough talking. Now is the time for action. Skillz Vendorz, get down here and bow before House Crowley.”

Anton tosses the mic outside of the ring as the members of House Crowley not in the match exit the ring.

Tag Team Match

The Skillz Vendorz vs Anton Crowley and Leviathan

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

8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
GAME START!

"KICKIN' IT OUT!!"

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

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

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

Thea Crawford: And their opponents, at a combined weight of 215 pounds, they are the NFW World Tag Team Champions, Sammi Belmont, Katrina Cage, The Skillz Vendorz!

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


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

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

~Ding Ding Ding~

Sammi and Anton begin the match for their teams as they circle the ring. They go to lock up, but Sammi feigns it and instead goes behind for a waistlock. Anton easily enough counters out of it into a headlock and takes Sammi over with a hiptoss. He then delivers a stiff knee right under the jaw before picking the woman up and sending her into the ropes. Sammi comes off the ropes and lands on her feet as Anton goes for a back drop. Anton turns around and is met with a series of chops by Sammi before she hits the ropes and delivers a hurricanrana that causes Anton to go out of the ring and to the floor. Sammi hits the ropes and slingshots over the top rope and right onto Anton with a crossbody. As Sammi was flying over the top rope, Katrina reached out and tagged herself into the match. Katrina drops to the floor with Sammi and they pick Anton up and send him back first into the barricade. Katrina and Sammi then deliver a double suplex to Anton on the floor before rolling him into the ring. Katrina comes into the ring and picks Anton up and delivers a tornado DDT as Sammi tags herself back into the match. Sammi climbs to the top rope and her and Katrina deliver Meteor! Sammi hooks the leg, but Leviathan comes in and just pulls Sammi off of Anton at two. He then picks Sammi up and delivers Send Below before dragging Anton over and stepping out of the ring and tagging himself into the match.

Leviathan comes in, and grabs Katrina from the apron and just pulls her into the ring, slamming her into the mat. Leviathan then picks her up and goes for a scoop slam, but as he has Katrina in his arms, Sammi leaps, trying to get him off balance, but Leviathan simply catches her and delivers a slam to both members of The Skillz Vendorz. He then picks both of them up and delivers a double Send Below to the two of them. Leviathan lets out a primal roar as he picks Sammi back up and tags Anton back into the match. Leviathan delivers Flying Serpent before Anton takes Sammi and delivers The Fall and hooking the leg and picking up the win for his team.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here are your winners, Anton Crowley and Leviathan!

Andrew Payne: And House Crowley just beat the Tag Team Champions!

Morgan Payne: That Leviathan dude is one scary son of a bitch! I’d kick his ass though.

Andrew Payne: But now House Crowley has a tag team championship match whenever they want it, that could be dangerous for whoever the champions might be.

Result: Pinfall

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The scene comes up somewhere backstage. The lights are all out except for a distant beam that makes out Sela-Rica Lark's form barely.

Sela:Angel Kash, what manner of crime have you committed that put you in the ring with me? Oh to you I am a lowly commoner of course, a peasant of the gutter to be stepped on and trodden down and put in my place. Oh the mighty are so arrogant too aren't they. Hehehehehe…

Sela cackles slightly, but her focus is no longer on the camera. Instead it is to the light that shines on her, coming from behind the camera.

Sela: Can you hear it Angel? Do you see it? The millions of adoring fans that would rather see me, me of all people, beat you into a bloody mess and preferably retire you from this business for good. And the thought is tempting, but I say playtime means I still need you to be able to play.

Sela's head rolls slowly with that signature sadistic smirk on her face.

Sela: We've had playtime before, it's true, bit the difference between then and now…

Sela's head snaps to the camera, now almost furious.

Sela: ...I've done the deeds that eluded you from the beginning! I beat Cali-Kate! I beat Angel Kusanagi! Twice! And all you had to show was failure after failure when all you had to do…

Sela's voice calms and her face returns to a smirk.

Sela: ...is play with them. Hehehehe. But now you play with me. Trillion dollar princess and the Underground Queen. You rule over a kingdom of ash while mine thrives in those gutters, shining brighter than anything that now walks with you. Yes we here are covered in grease and grime and sweat and oh most definitely blood from the boots you walk over us with, but we are stronger for it. And I am the rightful Queen here! And you're going to see life from a different angle, cowering in the gutters you once condemned others to.

Sela cackles maniacally before she pushes the camera down. On the ground Sela lays down, still smiling as she rolls around before the scene fades out.

Sela Rica-Lark vs Angel Kash

Thea Crawford: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

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

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

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

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, weighing in at 147 pounds, from Tuscan, Arizona, Sela Rica-Lark!

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

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

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

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


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 flash gold all over the arena, a lone spotlight forms at the entrance ramp. After a few moments, Steele Matthews walks out from behind the curtain with his Cheshire cat grin plastered across his face. As he applauds, within a few seconds in an arrogant and exaggerated fashion, Angel Kash herself, walks out as the fans boo loudly.

Thea Crawford: And her opponent, being accompanied to the ring by Steele Matthews, weighing in at 130 pounds, from The Hamptons, New York, Angel Kash!

Hoppin' out the maserati
All I see is paparazzi
Snapping pictures for the
Front cover of a magazine
So I pose in everything I wear
Love to make the people stare
Always center of attention
Lookin' so bootylicious

Angel blows an arrogant kiss to the fans before doing a series of arrogant poses at the top of the ramp. She then says something to Steele as he first goes ahead, before the arrogant rich blonde bombshell does an arrogant supermodel like strut down to the ring, taunting the fans as she walks by them, before rudely sticking out her hand, and flipping her hair arrogantly as she brushes past the fans, not letting them even come close to touching her. She makes her way up the ring steps with Steele, holding her hand from the outside. Steele then hops up onto the apron Angel and holds the ropes open for her; she enters and poses in the center of the ring as the fans boo loudly. After that, she lays on the top turnbuckle nonchalantly taunting the fans as Steele hands her a mirror and she admires her beauty.

~Ding Ding Ding~

The two women circle the ring before locking up. Sela immediately pushes Angel off of her and smirks as comes walking towards her opponent. Angel immediately gets into the ropes, yelling at the ref to back Sela up. The ref steps in between and tells Sela to back off since Angel is in the ropes. Sela takes a few steps back and Angel comes back out from the ropes. Sela once again charges in and as she goes to grab Angel, she screams and once again gets into the ropes yelling for Sela to back off. The ref steps in again, but Sela doesn’t care as she grabs Angel and tries to bring her back into the ring. The ref steps in between them again and as this is going on, Angel reaches over and delivers a poke to the eyes, staggering Sela back. Angel comes out of the ropes and grabs Sela and delivers a running bulldog. Angel follows it up by sending Sela into the corner. Angel charges in and stops as she looks at Sela and delivers a slap right across the face of Sela. She then sweeps out the legs of Sela before putting the boots to her and then choking Sela in the corner. She releases at the count of four before backing out and walking around the ring, taunting the fans, getting boos from the people in attendance.

Angel takes a little too much time to gloat though because when she turns around Sela is up to her feet and takes Angel down with a spear! Sela then sits Angel up and delivers Draw Suffering before following up with a shining wizard. Sela doesn’t stop there though as she grabs Angel and delivers Hurts so Good. She goes for the cover, but as she does, Steele hops up to the ring apron to distract the ref. Sela doesn’t wait though as she gets up and delivers an enziguiri to Steele that drops him to the floor again. She then turns back around and picks Angel up and delivers Just for Fun and hooks the leg and gets the win.

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Sela Rica-Lark!

Andrew Payne: Another impressive win for Sela here tonight.

Morgan Payne: This chick is tough and a little nuts, I like her.

Result: Pinfall

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Singles Match

Marcello Vitale vs Xaphan

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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: Introducing first, weighing in at 217 pounds, from Florence, Italy, 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.

The electronic organ intro to “Remember Me (FESTER Remix)” by Code: Pandorum starts up. Three red spotlights appear illuminating Tia Santos in the center with Xaphan behind her.

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

Thea Crawford: Being accompanied to the ring by El Muneco Muerto, Tia Santos...weighing in at 207 pounds. Representing House Crowley, Xaphan!!

As the bass drops on the music, Tia Santos inches forward at a slow, smooth pace. The Calavera themed woman almost seems to glide across the floor as Xaphan follows behind her. The two members of House Crowley continue down the ramp until they reach ringside. Tia Santos stops right there where she is while Xaphan passes her up and heads into the ring where he immediately stares down Marcello.

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings and the match is on. Tonight, Marcello’s choice of cosplay is Vergil from the Devil May Cry series. As always, he looks spot on with his presentation of the character, however needless to say Xaphan doesn’t look the least bit impressed with anything to do with cosplaying at all. The two circle up and come in for a collar & elbow. Xaphan makes quick work of trying to twist up Marcello’s arm and take him down with a scissorhold armbar but before he can cinch it in, Marcello writhes free and kips to his feet. Xaphan rolls back and pops up onto his and the two circle each other again. As with his cosplay of the evening, Marcello remains calm and cool headed, just smirking devilishly at Xaphan. They lunge in for another lockup. Marcello jukes behind Xaphan and the demon luchador turns around right into a European Uppercut, knocking him back into the corner. Xaphan falls back into the corner and Marcello dashes across the ring, pushes off the middle turnbuckle and comes running back. Xaphan gets his feet up and nails Marcello in the face! The Abysmal Arsonist hops onto the middle turnbuckle and springs off, hitting a Hurricanrana to the Man of Many Faces. Xaphan follows up with a quick hop over Marcello and delivers a standing moonsault for a pin attempt but Vitale kicks out with vigor!

Xaphan continues to lay into Marcello mercilessly, throwing in some stiff kicks and chops to wear the man down some more. Midway through, Marcello eats a dropkick that sends him rolling out of the ring and onto his feet on the commentary side. He leans against the table to catch his bearing. When he does, he turns back towards the ring, still looking dazed out on his feet. Xaphan comes running across the mat and dives through the ropes for a Suicide Dive but Marcello suddenly shows a burst of life and hits a quick roundhouse kick that catches Xaphan full across the face and knocks him to the floor on the outside. The crowd pops and Morgan Payne on commentary actually refers to it as “Kick 13” from the game series. Marcello takes a moment, shooting the gun finger to Morgan with a grin and confirms she hit the nail on the head. Andrew Payne doesn’t play too many games so he’s completely lost. Vergil-Marcello picks Xaphan up to his feet and throws him back into the ring to get a nearfall cover.

Marcello brings it back against Xaphan for a moment, getting another nearfall with a Tiger Suplex and almost sending him home with a Cobra Clutch Bulldog but it’s gonna take more than that to eliminate the alleged demon summoned by Anton Crowley. It isn’t long before Xaphan starts digging deep and fighting back against the fan favorite, keeping him on his toes again. Xaphan nearly gets him with a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge. The exhaustion causing Marcello to barely kick out at 2.9!! As the two get to their feet, Xaphan goes to end Vitale with a superkick! Vitale catches the foot but he eats a stiff Enziguri that sends him stumbling. Xaphan measures up for that superkick again but as he comes in for it, Marcello grits his teeth and rushes in, lunging under the foot and just BLASTS him with a stiff uppercut. Again, Morgan Payne calls it appropriately - BEAST UPPERCUT!! Xaphan eats all of it and it even looks like he’s knocked off his feet a few inches before he hits the mat hard in perfect position. Vitale doesn’t waste time or dawdle here. He runs up to the turnbuckle, and comes off of it with G.A.M.E O.V.E.R (Split Legged Corkscrew Moonsault) for the cover! 1! 2! 3!

~DING DING DING~

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

Andrew Payne: And that’s the first of several victories needed by Marcello Vitale to earn a match against Anton Crowley! Morgan, you seem like you enjoyed this one a lot.

Morgan Payne: I did! Why ain’t we got dis dude on ahr roster? Yo Issy! Talk t’Callaway and trade Marcello for Caine Marik! Yinz can have da Dark Circle too. I dun give a fuck!

Andrew Payne: That’s a little harsh, Morgan.

Morgan just shrugs her shoulders. It is what it is.

Result: Pinfall

With a snap of the fingers, from a cloud of purple smoke appears the NFW Undisputed Champion Emelie Sanclemente. She's donning the same gear she was in at March Mayhem, sans the crystal skull mask and top hat: all-black and two pieces under a black tailed tuxedo with a red rose on the tux's left breast. White gloves, fishnets, and black thigh-high boots still included.

Emelie Sanclemente: "Fight like heck. That's the motto I said I follow a couple weeks ago. When it comes to this title, I don't mince words or mottos, and fight like heck is the perfect one. I'm as hungry as I was before I won this to show it. In fact, I'm hungrier to prove that I'm worthy of holding this than I was to win it at all, and the only way I know to show that is to fight like heck."

Sanclemente unbuttons the title from around her waist, holding it up for all to see.

Emelie Sanclemente: "When me and Griffin first fought, it was that first blood match for this title at March Mayhem, as determined by one of my next challengers Cali-Kate's spinning of a roulette wheel. I came out on top, obviously... I wouldn't have this if I hadn't."

Now she adjusts the title back on her covered shoulder.

Emelie Sanclemente: "Now, tonight it's going to be just a standard match between us for the title. That's all I ever wanted from the start: a normal one-on-one match with the best this brand and this company has to offer just to see if I could measure up. I got that by going to war and being part of the winning side. But now I have the title. I did measure up with Griffin after many others couldn't. I didn't have to attack him from behind, I didn't have to get someone else to do it for me, I didn't have to think about any of the other possibilities and then whine about preparing for the worst... I didn't have to do anything except fight like heck for what I wanted. Fighting like heck got me to the top of this mountain, and it's what's going to keep me here until someone fights harder than me."

Em takes a breath, keeping composed throughout all of this to her credit. Her tone is confident, not angry. The champion kind of chuckles before starting her next sentence.

Emelie Sanclemente: "Or until Cali-Kate uses her Wildcard. One of those two. Hopefully that's a little further down the line. Tonight though... Griffin, you're gonna fight hard. I would be hard-pressed to say you do anything else in the ring, because you fought hard in our first match, too. You fight hard in every match you're in. I respect that more than you could ever know. If that's enough, then it's enough to call you a two-time Undisputed Champion. But Griffin, I'm not going to back down just because it's not the biggest stage possible. Regardless of how many people are watching the match, I'm not gonna back down. It would do both of us a disservice and we both know it. To paraphrase the idea of what you said to me at March Mayhem... you do make for a good Undisputed Champion. I've seen it for myself. But for you to hold this again, you're gonna have to go through all one-hundred pounds of me. And I promise you, Griffin, I'm going to fight like heck to keep this title with me no matter who or what comes my way."

The champion pauses for a moment, letting all of her words hopefully sink in.

Emelie Sanclemente: "Good luck tonight, Griffin. I mean that."

Just as quickly as she appeared, with a snap of the fingers, the champion disappears in a cloud of purple smoke. When the smoke dissipates... there's nothing except the view changing.

===MAIN EVENT===

Undisputed Championship Match

Griffin Hawkins vs Emelie Sanclemente

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled one fall and it is for the NFW Undisputed Championship!

The lights go dark as a familiar music begins to play.....as soon as the beat picks up the crowd starts clapping along to it. The opening lyrics to "Livin' On A Prayer" by Bon Jovi hits as from behind the curtain emerges Griffin Hawkins who raises the devil horns in the air as the crowd sings along to the theme.

Thea Crawford: Introducing the challenger! Making his way to the ring...from Windsor, Ontario Canada...weighing in at 227 Pounds...put your hands together for Griffin Hawkins!!

The crowd is cheering, clapping and singing along to Bon Jovi as he makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as signs that read "Griffin Rox" and "Rock Soldier" are present. He soaks in the positive reaction as he walks up the steps and steps between the ropes. He gets on the turnbuckles and raises the Devil Horns in the air with both hands, pumping the crowd up.

He gets down, taking off his leather jacket before getting out of the ring. He sees a young little boy in the front row as he takes off his silver aviator shades. He places his sunglasses on the young fan who looks excited to be here, smiling as he pats him on the head. He rolls back into the ring, and kicks his feet up ropes in the corner of the ring and leans across the turnbuckle like it's a hammock, waiting for the match to begin.

Thea Crawford: His opponent!...

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

Out walks Emelie Sanclemente, with a big smile on her face and the Undisputed Championship belt around her waist.

Thea Crawford: "...from Santa Monica, California by way of Ronneby, Sweden, weighing in at an even 100 pounds... She is the NFW Undisputed Champion! EMELIIIIIE SANCLEMENTEEEEEE!"

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

~DING DING DING~

Griffin Hawkins and Emelie Sanclemente come out of their corners and circle up in the ring. They pause briefly as Griffin extends his fists out as a sign of respect. Emelie doesn’t hesitate to return the gesture before they start circling again. Griffin looks focused and Emelie looks a little nervous. It’s her first title defense and it’s against the guy she didn’t exactly have an easy time winning against. The crowd is split behind them though. The two lock up and Hawkins immediately uses his experience and strength to work Sanclemente into an arm wringer. He guides her around, torquing and wrenching on the arm until Emelie manages to roll forward, then back and kip up to release tension in her arm and she reverses the maneuver on Griff. Before he can find his way out of it, Emelie immediately throws her legs over into a takedown and catches Griff in an armbar. She torques it in pretty good but Griff manages to roll right and slip free of it. Emelie kips up in time to see Griff coming right at her. She’s far from close to his weight but uses his momentum to hit an arm drag, taking him down. Emmie runs up and hits a swinging DDT. She gets Griff up again and goes for an Irish Whip but Griff manages to reverse it! Emmie comes off the ropes, right back at him as Griff charges in but the defending champion manages to take the advantage right back with a Rolling Hip Toss into a cover for a nearfall! Emmie gets back to her feet, waiting for Griff to start making his way back up before she hits the ropes and comes running in for a Tilt-A-Whirl DDT but Griff catches Emmie with her legs around his waist to block the finish of the move. He wags his finger to the crowd - not gonna let it happen - and reverses it into a big suplex on Emmie!

From there, Griff picked Emmie up in the same hold and followed up with a Swinging Neckbreaker for a nearfall of his own. With Emmie down on the mat, Griff runs to the turnbuckle and quickly scales it up for a middle turnbuckle moonsault. Emmie rolls out of the way but Griff scouts it and lands on his feet, runs up to catch her for a DDT but Emmie counters into a Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge! Nearfall! Griff kicks out and Emmie gets to her feet. As Griff starts getting up, Emmie comes off the ropes but the Juke Box Hero drops down and she hops over him. Griff springs to his feet and is ready as she comes back. He leapfrogs over her and hits the ropes himself now. As Emmie comes back then, Griff NAILS her with a Spear! As Emmie lays out on the mat, he grabs her by the feet and goes for the Figure 4 Leglock. He gets it locked in and wrenches it in tight! Emmie flails, screaming in pain as she tries to get loose. Griff keeps the Figure 4 in but Emmie uses her flexibility to twist and maneuver her way to the ropes so she can grab hold of the bottom and force the break. As Emmie takes a moment for her legs, Griff climbs back to his feet, steps back to give her room and gets into position as the defending champion slowly starts climbing up with help from the ropes. He starts tapping his foot on the mat like he’s getting into the rhythm of a rock and roll beat but the fans and commentary know what he’s calling for.

Andrew Payne: Here we go! Shot In The Dark, coming up!

Morgan Payne: Dis crahd’s goin’ straight t’Dixmont, Pops! Check it--whoa! Hey! Hey!! Pops! Look aht!!!

Andrew Payne: What the hell?! Angel Kusanagi!!

Morgan Payne: Da fuck she doin?!

Sure enough, Angel Kusanagi comes running out of the crowd and jumping the guard rail, in black sweatpants and a cut off Malice Mizer tee. A fresh bandage on her head from her match with the Ringmaster. She doesn’t waste a single second as she slides into the ring, behind Griffin Hawkins, gets to her feet and NAILS him with a low blow!!! Griff drops to his knees, the sudden surprise of pain on his face as he keels forward and the ref immediately calls for the bell!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, as a result of disqualification! GRIFFIN...HAWKINS!! However...STILL...the NFW Undisputed Champion...EMMIE...SANCLEMENTE!!!!

Andrew Payne: Well this is an unfortunate end to what was turning out to be a great main event, everyone!

Morgan Payne: Ya can say dat again! Looks like she knocked Griff’s nuts into his throat! S’kinda fucked up!

Inside the ring, Emelie Sanclemente barely makes it up to her feet before Angel runs in and just kicks her leg out from underneath her, sending her to the mat again. She then proceeds to stomp on the champion until she’s out of the ring and turns her attention back to Griffin Hawkins. Angel walks over and gets into her own position now, waiting for Griffin to look up after he gets on his knees. She doesn’t even wait for him to be on his feet and just delivers the STEEL FEATHER right there! The crowd hears the kick across Griffin’s face as the man falls to the mat again. The ref calls for the timekeeper to keep ringing the bell as Angel gets out of the ring, walks over and grabs an empty chair from the commentary table. Her and Morgan Payne have a tense staredown for a moment.

Andrew Payne: Morg. Stay.

Morgan Payne: Da fuck ya lookin’ at, bitch. Ya want some?

Andrew Payne: Morgan! Stop!

Morgan Payne: Yeah ya lucky I can’t fuckin’ do shit. Lucky!

Angel snaps the chair shut, grinning wickedly at Morgan and slides into the ring where Griffin is still reelin from the Steel Feather kick. She proceeds to just walk over and rain down chair shots across him a few times before pushing the rim of the back down over his neck. Griff struggles and attempts to fight it off. Angel lets up on the chair over his throat but brings it down again over his ribs as a final blow.

Andrew Payne: Goddamn it! This is disgusting!

Morgan Payne: Griff mighta had da belt won ‘fore she came aht here wif dat bullshit!

Angel Kusanagi walks over to the corner and impatiently motions for the microphone. Once she has it, she beats on the receiver rapidly to test it before looking down at Griffin Hawkins.

Angel Kusanagi: Oi...Griffin-san…. Konran shite imasu ka? Ne?

Angel picks up the chair, unfolds it and sets it down over Griffin’s chest to keep him pinned on the mat as she takes a seat and leans right over him. Shower dampened hair hanging around her face as she stares down at the man with a coldness in her eyes.

Angel Kusanagi: Senshū itta...koto...omoidashite kudasai….

Angel pushes her hair out of her face and smiles condescendingly at the booing audience before looking down at Griff again.

Angel Kusanagi: This is...just beginning…. This...far...from finish….

She lets the mic fall from her hand right onto Griff’s chest as “Angel Bullet” by Xandu comes on over the speakers and she gets up off of the chair, leisurely just making her way to the ropes and exiting the ring. Griffin Hawkins is left in the ring with a couple more referees coming to check on him as Angel Kusanagi just moves up the ramp towards the back as the show starts signing off.

Andrew Payne: I don’t even know what to make of what just happened. Why did Angel Kusanagi attack Griffin Hawkins?!

Morgan Payne: Pops, yanno her just as well as I do. Da bitch is fuckin’ nuts! Is Griff a’ight?

Andrew Payne: I don’t know, Mor. Refs are looking at him now and helping him out, but we’re out of time. Ladies and gentlemen, I wanna thank yinz for joining us tonight. We’ll see you next week back here at the Collision Center for the next episode of Trauma but first, don’t miss Collision’s April special event, Ascension and I’m gonna give a shout out to this young lady here beside me! She and her girls got tickets to the Monster’s Ball, ain’t that right Mor?

Morgan Payne throws up the double horns and sticks her tongue out before turning the horns into middle fingers.

Morgan Payne: Yinz see dis? One for Kwonspiracy and one for da Hatchet Clan! Kingdom’s comin’ for dat ass! Bitches!

Emelie's back in the ring to help Griffin and her music is playing with Griffin being helped out of the ring. Suddenly the crowd erupts in a score of amazement. Sela-Rica Lark has charged down the ramp and slides into the ring. Emelie's music fades when she turns and sees Sela standing across the ring from her now. Emelie glares at her, but Sela just smiles and cackles at her. Emelie throws some harsh words at her, but Sela just continues to smirk and sway in the ring. Emelie runs in, but she gets caught into Just For Fun. The ref and the announcers are in shock over what just happened. Sela simply stares at Emelie's prone form before falling to her knees. A motion across her own waist first, then a kiss to the back of Emelie's head are Sela's actions before she slides out of the ring.

Andrew Payne: And now it seems like Emelie has her next challenge after that statement from Sela

Morgan Payne: Crazy bitch out here ruining a good celebration. I like it!

Andrew Payne: Sela knows what she wants and she doesn’t mince words, just puts things into action.

Morgan Payne: And here she is making one before we sign off for the night! D-d d-d d-d d-d d-dat's all folks!

Andrew Payne: And there ya have it! For Morgan Payne, I’m Andrew Payne. So long, everyone!

Result: Disqualification - Emelie Sanclemente Retains The Title