Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Oct 18, 2018 9:56:50 GMT -8
The show opens in silence as an image of Vlad Blackheart and Lara Chastain, during their wedding, appears on the screen. Beneath it, the text reads:
~In Loving Memory Of Vlad Blackheart~
~Jan. 14, 1975 - May 5, 2016~
After the image fades away, the sound of Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" is heard as the tournament logo explodes onto the screen and we hear the announcer's thunderous voice list the B Block competitors.
As the camera cuts to the ringside area, showing the amped up crowd, Nick Hanson and James Reynolds welcome those in attendance, in addition to those watching via NFW's streaming network.
Hanson: "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Nick Hanson here, with James Reynolds who decided to show up on time, today--"
Reynolds: "Yesterday was the first damn time!"
Hanson: "I doubt it'll be the last, next time we tour through a town that has something you're obsessed with."
Reynolds: "Hey, I behaved myself in Tokyo!"
Hanson: "You spent the afternoon before show time, hanging outside a love hotel, telling random women 'American? You like American?'"
Reynolds: "I deny such a claim without valid, physical proof."
Hanson: "I can show you the video Toru Yano uploaded onto youtube, titled 'Look at this jackass.'"
Reynolds: "That motherfucker did WHAT?!"
Hanson: "Well, we've got a fantastic show for you today, ladies and gentlemen! It's Day 16 of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial. We're back with B Block. It's our last day in Buffalo, New York before we move to the final two days, next week in Manhatten at the grandest arena in the state - Madison Square Garden!"
Reynolds: "NFW TAKES MANHATTEN!!"
Hanson: "That's actually the hashtag trending on twi---"
Reynolds: "KI KI KI, MA MA MA!!"
Hanson: "Aaaaaand, nevermind."
Reynolds: "What?! It's October, Nicky! Ya gotta get in the spirit of Halloween! Hey, do you think Lara Blackheart's gonna do some kinda costume bit at the finals show?"
Hanson: "....JIM!!!"
Reynolds: "What?"
Hanson: "That girl is NINETEEN!!!!"
Reynolds: "And?"
Hanson: "Young enough to be your DAUGHTER!!"
Reynolds: "So?"
Hanson: "...You forget she's the goddaughter of Judas Lasher, right?"
Reynolds: "...I retract any comments towards Miss Blackheart that may have been misconstrued as disrespectful. If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go hide in an undisclosed location, inside the arena."
Hanson: "Sit your ass down. It's time to get the show underway."
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The Fallen defeated Satoru Shade III and Colt Shields by forefeit when the latter, failed to show up to the ring while their music played.
Reynolds: "Well, talk about a quick end to a match."
Hanson: "Yeah, a match that never happened. Where the hell are Shields and Shade?"
Reynolds: "Who knows, Ni--"
Hanson: "Jim, wait a minute. I'm getting something from the back. There's something going on. If we can get our cameras back there to have a look."
It took a few seconds but the camera cut backstage, eventually, revealing a shaky image at first as the camera man behind the lens was rushing towards the scene of the prior mentioned incident. That incident, being a scene of carnage that showed Satoru Shade already laid out on the floor while Colt Shields traded shots with Doomsday. With referees and security trying to intervene, the big Australian fought back against the bigger, masked madman who had seemingly attacked he and his occasional oddly booked tag partner for who knew whatever reason.
Hanson: "What the hell is Doomsday doing?!"
Reynolds: "Unleashing a can of whup ass, it looks like!"
Hanson: "But why, though?! Why these two?!"
During the brawl, Colt Shields caught Doomsday with a thumb in the eye, causing the monster of a man to back off. This gave Shields a moment to search around him for a weapon. Picking up a steel chair and slamming it closed, he turned back around right into a surprise SPEAR by Doomsday that put both men through a thin plaster wall.
Reynolds: "WHOA!!!"
Hanson: "MY...GOD!!!!! That could have seriously hurt somebody!!"
Shields took the brunt of the blow, though, as they also went crashing through a stack of equipment and only Doomsday managed to pull himself to his feet, tossing his long hair out of his face and down his back as he stepped back out of the hole he made with Colt's body....
"Get out of my way! MOVE!!!" We hear the familiar voice of the NFW Commissioner offscreen before Steven Brody storms into frame and right up to masked, lunatic. "DOOMSDAY!!!!"
Doomsday sets his hands on his hips and looks down, menacingly at Brody. Unsurprisingly, Brody stands unphased in the sights of a proverbial killer and just glares up at the 6'10" behemoth.
"What -- in the HELL -- are you DOING?!" Steven Brody exclaims, trying to keep from completely losing his cool.
Doomsday's broad shoulders shook under his 'Ave Satanas' t-shirt as he laughed, low and cold. "Exploiting a loophole in *your* little stipulation." He says, lifting a finger right up in Brody's face.
Steven Brody looks up at him, completely confused for a second before it seems to dawn on him and he brings his hand up over his eyes, sucking in a breath, beginning to tremble with anger. "Goddamn it...godDAMN IT!!!! Why?! What is THIS supposed to net you?!" He says, angrily motioning to the carnage wrought by Doomsday's unprovoked attack.
Doomsday chuckles, low and dark again, bringing a hand up and tapping his temple as if telling Brody to think about it before boldly reaching out and giving a firm two pats on the side of the man's face and brushing passed him, leaving Steven Brody to watch him go, as speechless as he is angry....
Hanson: "Yeah, the whole world wants to know why, Doomsday! Why?! What the hell has gotten into you?!"
Reynolds: "...I think I may have an idea, Nicky."
Hanson: "Care to enlighten the rest of us?"
Reynolds: "Well...Doomsday can't lay a finger on Rick Dickulous as bad as he'd like to. Rick Dickulous claims Doomsday's a menace to the roster but he can't touch him, either, so...."
Hanson: *horrid realization in his voice* "...Oh Jesus Christ.... Ohhhhhh, Jesus friggin Christ.... This is bad. This is really *really* bad...."
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In the second tag match of the day, The Renegades (Max LeBrun/Julian Morrison/Tyson Law) defeated Suzuki-Gun (Killer Elite Squad/Havok), by pinfall in 17:42, after Max delivered The Aneurysm to Lance Archer and hooked his leg for the pin.
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In the final tag match of the day, Merlex defeated The Unwanted, by pinfall in 15:01, when Alex Brody pinned Mia Hayashi after hitting the Absolute Zero.
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[10/17/2018 - DAY 15 - A BLOCK]
With "Wolfish Soldier" playing out in the arena, Teddy Morse and Chase Evans - the Rebel Rousers - come walking through the curtain, into the backstage area. More specifically, Chase practically carries Teddy with an arm over his shoulder as Teddy stumbles along, holding an ice pack against his neck.
"Ya alright, man?" Chase says as he sets Teddy back against the backdrop to lean on.
Teddy looks towards the curtain in pained disbelief before looking up at Chase. "What the hell, man? D'you see that shit? Dude tossed us around like we were young'ns!"
"He tossed *you* around like a young'n." Chase corrects Teddy, clapping him on the shoulder then thumbing to himself. "I felt him strain a little when he lifted me up. I betcha his asshole clinched shut when he had me on his shoulders."
"Still. I've never seen a Japanese dude with a mullet." Teddy remarks, moving the ice pack to one of his trap muscles. "And how about T-Hawk? Why the hell's he named after a goddamn Street Fighter character, anyway?"
Chase shakes his head. "Hell, I don't know. Hey, we got anything to say to these folks?" He gestures towards the interviewers.
Teddy looks at the interviewers and up at Chase in exhaustion and disbelief. "Man, I just got dropped on my fuckin' neck! I don't even wanna talk to my mama right now, but I know she's probably blowing up my phone tryin' t'make sure I'm still alive. To hell with these sons o'bitches, no offense. Y'all have a good evenin'." He gives a lazy, tired salute with two fingers before sulking off.
Chase watches him go before looking back at the reporters. "I just hope that bump didn't make him any dumber."
"What'd you say?!" Teddy calls off camera.
"Nuttin!" Chase responds quickly, giving the camera a 'almost got busted' look before slinking out of frame to join his tag team partner.
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Hanson: "Alright, folks. So, without further adue, here we are at the start of today's B Block matches!"
Reynolds: "LLLLLLLET'S GOOOOOOOO!!!"
Hanson: "...Please don't ever do that again. Anyway!"
Reynolds: "What, you don't like Lil Jon?"
Hanson: "I like real music."
Reynolds: "WHAT?!?!"
Hanson: "I said I like real music! You know what music is, right?"
Reynolds: "YEEEYEEAAAH!!!"
Hanson: "...I'm just gonna read off the block points, now...."
Reynolds: "OKAAAAAY!!!!"
Hanson: "...I can't believe I fell for that. Anyway! Kenny Omega and Judas Lasher continue to tie the lead with twelve points--"
Reynolds: "--Which of course puts Kenny in the technical lead due to the tiebreaker win!"
Hanson: "...That's correct, Jim."
Reynolds: "I know it is, Nicky."
Hanson: "Right behind them, William Mannheim has---"
Reynolds: "COME ON, KENNY!!!"
Hanson: "Jesus, will you SHUT -- UP?! YOU'RE WORSE THAN BRIE BELLA!!!"
Reynolds: "Did you just compare me to a BELLA?!"
Hanson: "COME ON NIKKI!!!!! COMMMEEEEE ONNNNN NIIIIKKIIIII!!!"
Reynolds: "......"
Hanson: "Yeah, that! Now shut the hell up!"
Reynolds: "...Fair enough."
Hanson: "Ahem...I apologize for that folks. So, William Mannheim has ten points. Scott Leroux, Big Daddy Payne, EVIL, Andrew Payne and Minoru Suzuki all have six points. They're all technically, mathmatically eliminated. Behind them, Tama Tonga has four points and Curry Man has two. So Omega and Lasher are in the lead for winning B Block. If Omega loses tonight and Lasher wins, that puts Lasher ahead. However, if William Mannheim wins tonight, and manages to go into his last match against Judas Lasher with just two points behind, he can win B Block if he beats Lasher and ties him with fourteen points. That's provided that Kenny Omega doesn't reach fourteen points himself, because that would tie him with Mannheim and the tiebreaker would be in Omega's favor."
Reynolds: "Fuck, I don't know how you do all of that in your head."
Hanson: "It's called paying attention at the meetings for these things instead of watching Skanky Slutty Schoolgirls on pornhub with the volume muted."
Reynolds: "...You saw that?"
Hanson: "I was sitting right next to you! 'Oh, I'm getting all this in my notepad app, Steve!'" *Hanson lowers his voice down to a mock whisper* "'Yeah, this little slut likes it rough.' Ring a bell, Jim?"
Reynolds: "Nicky!!"
Hanson: "I regret nothing. Only for wasting the time of those watching on the network, so without further adue, let's take it to ringside!"
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Judas Lasher defeated Andrew Payne in their block match, by pinfall in 12:06, with a Lucifer's Halo from the top rope.
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Curry Man defeated William Mannheim in their block match for the upset, by pinfall in 9:33, with the BME.
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[10/17/2018 - DAY 15 - A BLOCK]
As "Top Of The World" by Five Finger Death Punch plays out in the arena, Max LeBrun limps through the curtain with his head high and his title belt clasped together, clutched by his side in one hand; that arrogant smile on his face as he stops in front of the backdrop and turns towards the reporters. "Hahahahaaaaaaa.... Would you look at that?" He says arrogantly through his obvious exhaustion. Fuck, I need a smoke. Yo, chief!" He calls to a backstage assistant. "Gimme that chair!" He points before making a motion for it to be brought to him. "Anybody got a smoke? I know one of you fuckers does." He says as he sits down in the chair, groaning through the pain racking his joints after his match with Zack Sabre Jr.
Setting the title in his lap, Max looks up as a reporter off screen timidly offers out his pack. Max's face lights up with amusement. "Holy shit! Fucking Benson & Hedges!" He gladly takes one and sticks it in his mouth, talking with the filter pinched between his lips. "What do you know about these? You guys actually smoke these? This is Grade A Canadian shit right here." He pauses to light the end, handing the reporter his lighter back.
"I'm from Ontario, actually." The reporter is heard saying in a still timid voice like he's worried about Max hitting or berating him.
Instead, Max's face lights up with surprise. "You fucking serious?" A brief pause, suggesting a silent confirmation from the reporter before Max sticks out his fist for a bump. "My man! Hey, fuck the rest of you right now. I wanna answer this guy's questions." He takes a drag off of his cigarette, as the reporter audibly relaxes a little and begins interviewing.
"Alright, so...we heard a little about your thoughts the other day, concerning this match. Did anything change, as far as thought process, when you realized it was go-time against Zack Sabre Jr?"
Max makes a dismissive face and scoffs smoke through his lips. "Hell no! It never does. Back up -- Kane was an exception. I had a game plan going into that match but like I said, I saw him in person for the first time in over a decade and I lost my fucking mind. But Zack?" He pauses for another drag, shaking his head. "I don't doubt myself. I have no need to doubt myself. You do that, that's when you fuck up in the ring and make a mistake. People don't realize. They think I just go on social media and run my mouth. They fail to realize that I say I'm gonna do something and I fucking do it. I read my opponents before I go in against them. A few hiccups, yeah. Let's not sweat the small shit. Lightning strikes the ground sometimes. Does it ever strike twice? Rarely. Chris Wolfe...fucking Rick...yeah, I've got what you want. Six words -- from my cold...dead...fucking...hands...." As he says this, he slaps the Heavyweight Championship resting in his lap. Which brings me to next week. Last day of A Block! October 22nd! Yours truly versus the Urban Gangster, or whatever the hell he calls himself. Nico?"
Max drags off of his cigarette again, eyeing the camera. "I said a minute ago, lightning never strikes twice. Back when I beat you to earn my match for this?" He lifts the belt up just enough to show it and shakes his head. "That wasn't lightning. That was just how it was meant to be because I'm better than you. I'm better than you in every way you can even imagine! And next week, is just gonna be a reminder of that. I'm gonna kick your goddamn teeth down your throat...then I'm gonna plant you on your greasy ass head. And I'm gonna make sure your glazed over eyes are looking right at this championship when you hear the ref's three count, stripping what hope you had of winning this tournament away. Not only will that knock you out of any chance of making it to the finals, but it wipes out any chance you have of begging me to beat your ass in the future like I know Rick Dickulous and Chris Wolfe are gonna do. So---"
Max is cut off as he notices a presence walking up beside him all of a sudden. He frowns, nonchalantly, dragging on his cigarette as he looks up. The camera pans back to reveal Commissioner Steven Brody looking down at the champion, less than pleased. Max plucks the cigarette, smoked down to the butt, from his lips and drops it to the floor, snuffing it out with his boot. "What the fuck do *you* want?"
"Well, I'll start by reminding you that there's no smoking inside this building, Max." Brody grunts. "You're representing NFW both as a superstar *and* as our main champion. Try to show a little more respect."
Max blows the last plume of smoke from his mouth upwards, in the direction of Brody's face, before gesturing down at the cigarette butt on the floor. "It's out. Is that it?"
"No!" Brody snaps down at him. "No, that's not it! What the hell was that bullshit earlier?" The man extends an arm out to the side as an idle gesture, signifying earlier in the evening before the block matches started.
Remaining calm and cool, Max leans back in his chair, rolling his eyes boredly before waving to get a backstage assistant's attention and gestures towards something before beckoning over towards himself. "So that's what you came to ream my ass about? You're pissed about superstars getting into a little scrap?" The offscreen attendant appears, handing Max a bottle of water. "Brody? Steven?" He cracks the bottle open. "Stevie? Your mom ever call you Stevie?" He sips from the water as Brody glares down at him. "Look, I thought you said you grew up watching wrestling. That shit's part of this business. You get on the mic and go back and forth, hashing shit out with words or you handle it how my guys do and how many other guys before us used to do: someone wants to be cute and run their mouth, you beat their ass down in the middle of the ring. And now her little ex-girlfriend wants to make amends and bring their old tag team back against my girl and Serena? Look, I'll admit, Salvatore can be a scary in that ring. I get that people call her the powerhouse or monster of the NFW women's division. But her little rat? Mouse? Whatever the hell she calls her for a cutsie little nickname. The one that she's sexually frustrated over? That little rodent is walking into the wolf's den and if she thinks Lara Blackheart is gonna help her get payback?" He looks away from Brody and directly into the camera. "Lara, look...for some odd fucking reason? You and I get along. I can't stand the rest of these second gen brats that used their mommy and daddy's spotlight to make it into this company but there's just something about you that I like. But...you know goddamn well...who trained Candi and turned her from a wild little punker chick into the deadliest Canadian woman to lace up a pair of wrestling boots. And Serena? Shit, that bitch is just plain fucking crazy. Do you really wanna go against that combination? What, you're booking matches now, too?"
"No...." Brody interjects, calmly. "I booked the match."
Max looks up at him with an amused smirk. "You?"
"Yeah, see...." Brody begins, crouching down beside Max who still sits in the chair. Brody wears a mockingly thoughtful expression on his face. "When a superstar wants to settle an issue with another superstar, they tend to do it in the ring...in a wrestling match. That's how this business usually goes. I thought you grew up watching wrestling, Max."
There's an uncomfortable pause between the two as Max cracks an amused grin and nods to Brody. "So, the new Commissioner *does* have a set of balls on him.... Well!" Finally, Max stands from the chair, lifting his title belt off of his lap with one hand, still holding his water in the other and sips from it. He stands face to face with Brody. "You know how these sort of rivalries tend to go. Whatever happens in that ring?" He extends an index finger from his bottle hand, making sure to tap it to Brody's chest. "It's on you...and you alone...." Max takes a sip from his water and steps passed the Commissioner, moving down the hallway....
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Minoru Suzuki defeated Scott Leroux in their block match, by pinfall in 15:22, with the Gotch Style Piledriver.
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[10/17/2018 - DAY 15 - A BLOCK]
I Prevail's "Come And Get It" plays out in the arena while Nico Salvatore comes walking through the curtain, all business, as he unravels the tape from around his hands. "Alright, look...." He says as he comes to stand in front of the reporters. "I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. No bullshit questions. My thoughts on that match: what did I tell yous?" He looks around at the reporters, waiting for an answer before giving them a look as if they're stupid. "I said I was gonna win, right? Yeah? Got it. Shelton, I knew you were gonna bring it. I'm glad you did. I hate easy opponents. Speaking of bringing it...."
He breaks into a forced smile as he balls up the tape and tosses it over into a trashcan. "Boom. Fucking nailed it!" He says before turning back to the reporters. "Speaking of bringing it...." He gives a forced, frustrated chuckle again. "Max. Fucking Max. You're my last opponent in this block; and to be honest, I'm glad. Because I've been itching to get at your ass again ever since you screwed me out of that title opportunity at Highway To Hell. You fucking know that I should have been the one heading in there as the number one contendor. Not you!" He jabs a finger at the camera. "On top of that, we still got unfinished business. You think the shit from our little interview is over because we locked up once? Brother, no...no no no. I still owe you the beating of a lifetime. Can I win this block, at this point? No. That's just something I'm gonna have to deal with. I've got scores to settle down the road, but you...." He points at the finger again, shaking it with a frustrated grin ala Robert Deniro. "You, you motherfucker. I don't let a lot of shit bug me but you disrespecting my family? My sister who I nearly lost after our mother? Oh, yeah. This is personal. It'll be a miracle if your ass walks out of the Garden next week on your own, because if I have my way about it? You're gonna have to vacate that belt while you learn how to walk over the next fucking year!" He pie faces the camera, shoving it back before storming off down the hallway.
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Kenny Omega defeated EVIL in their block match, by pinfall in 12:01, after failing to catch him in the One Winged Angel, therefore settled on hitting two straight V-Triggers before covering him.
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[10/17/2018 - DAY 15 - A BLOCK]
*The Lumberjack can be heard playing in the arena as Rick Dickulous comes halfway through the curtain. The crowd pops before he steps all the way through the curtain, waving behind him, a broad smile on his face. He makes his way over to the backstage interview area where Amy Connors waits with a microphone in hand*
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's main event winner, Rick Dickulous! Rick, can I get a few words?"
*Rick looks down at Amy*
"Hey, Amy-guy! What do you wanna know?"
"Well, for starters, congratulations on your win over Kota Ibushi! That was an amazing display of sportsmanship after the match, helping Kota up, and even delivering a face to face thank you!"
*Rick nods at Amy, motioning off camera. He catches a bottle of water tossed from an unseen backstage employee and cracks it open*
"Well, Amy-guy, some people deserve that kind of treatment, eh? Kota had me more than once, but I was able to get in a reversal, or overpower him..."
*He drinks half the bottle of water before stopping, breathing deeply*
"...Jesus H. Christ, I needed that. But, yeah guy, Kota deserved that. Besides, it's just being normal. I mean, shit, don't you thank people when they do something really well, Amy-guy?"
*Amy shoots a confused look at Rick*
"Well...uhhh, no? I mean, I thank my waiters, gas station attendants, the pizza guy. I don't think I've ever said thank you to someone I just had a catfight with though, Rick."
"You should, Amy-guy! It's good for you! It's like closing the door after you drop a nasty Taco Bell deuce, eh? You don't want that poo-stink permeating through your house! It's the same in sports - you get taught when you're little to leave the bullshit on the ice if you're Canadian!"
*Again, Amy looks at Rick confused for a moment before continuing*
"Rick, you have your final block match Monday against Zack Sabre Jr, what are you doing to prepare?"
"Amy-guy, I got some special stuff in my stash box. Reefer just became legal in Canada, eh? So I got one of my buddies from back home to get a little to me. I'm gonna burn that shit like the Liberal government burns bridges, buddy!"
*Rick downs the last half of his bottle of water*
"Truthfully, Amy-guy, that's the last two points I can earn, and you'd better believe I intend to earn them, whether I end up in the finals or not. Zack-guy, you're one hell of a wrestler, I won't try to take that away from you. But Monday when you and I are in that ring? I'll be just that little bit better. Sorry, not sorry, guy!"
"Thanks for your time, Rick!"
"See, Amy? You DO thank people when they do things really well!"
*Rick shoots finger guns at Amy Connors as he walks backwards off camera*
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In the main event, Tama Tonga defeated Big Daddy Payne in their block match, by pinfall in 10:27, popping up during BDP's charge for the Bukakke Blast and catching him with the Gun Stun.
Hanson: "And that's another win for Tama Tonga!"
Reynolds: "Well, he defeated one half of the McKeesport Mafia."
Hanson: "Yeah, and they haven't exactly been getting along, at all."
Reynolds: "Look at this, he's not even gonna give the fans any words?"
Reynolds said as Tama Tonga joined his brother outside of the ring and the two walked up the ramp, throwing obscene gestures at the front row. Tanga Loa spotted a fan holding out their hand for a too-sweet. The younger of the Tongan brothers grinned wide, nodding as he reached out to return the gesture...only to flip his hand around into a middle finger in the fan's face at the last second before catching up with Tama on the stage.
Hanson: "Well, folks! We hope you enjoyed this week of action! We're moving onto Manhatten next week. Our final two days of block matches take place in Madison Square Garden before we hold our finals event in the home city where Vlad Blackheart was born - beautiful Chicago, Illinois. The show's already sold out, but you can watch it on the NFW official page if you have a subscription to our streaming service. It's only $9.99 and you get *everything!* There's even the archive section where you can watch original NFW matches. You can watch past superstars like Joshua LeSomme, the Knights of Narcosis, the Kindred, Baphomet, Black Mask, Voodoo -- all of their matches are on there!"
Reynolds: "You can watch Charlotte shake her sweet, little ass!"
Hanson: "...Not gonna go there. But, seriously, ladies and gentlemen. You do not wanna miss the end of this tournament, based on how things are already turning out and you definitely don't wanna miss the finals. We've already got two big tag matches."
Beside Hanson, Reynolds nudges him and throws up three fingers. Hanson goes wide eyed as if he just remembered.
Hanson: "Ah, right! Three big tag matches! We've got Candi Broduer and Serena Frost of The Renegades taking on Small But Mighty - the team of Lara Blackheart and Mia Hayashi."
Reynolds: "I've seen clips on youtube of their days as that team and believe me, it's a pervert's dream." *Reynolds says this with a sleazy appreciation in his voice*
Hanson: "...Christ, Jim. Anyway, we've got that match, then we've got the Mixed Tag Team Championships on the line -- Kicks And Stones defending against Crimson Sabre and LeeAnn Viskan, coming out of retirement. And *then*, we just recently received word that the Tag Team Championships will *also* be on the line. The champions, The Fallen -- Ryan Steele and Sabastian Young -- defending against the Guerillas of Destiny...."
Reynolds: "Nice...."
Hanson: "...As well as Killer Elite Squad...."
Reynolds: "Whoooaaa, a three way dance?!"
Hanson: "...And Ultra-Violence...."
Reynolds: "Aw fuck. The Dominion of Pain's getting in on this?!"
Hanson: "...In a fatal fourway, ladder match!"
Reynolds: "Holy crap! All that's gonna be on the finals show?!"
Hanson: "And that's not all, the card's not even completely put together, yet, Jim! But that's just a sample of what we have in store for the fans. We've got the Queen of the Ring coming up -- that's gonna be a single round elimination tournament to crown the number one contender for the NFW Women's Championship at WrestleWar. We have the Battle of the Juniors coming up; we're looking to crown our first Junior Heavyweight Champion, Jim."
Reynolds: "I *do* love me some Junior Heavyweight wrestling, Nicky."
Hanson: "Everyone in their right mind does. Those are my favorite types of matches. But, that's still a ways away. Until then, folks, I'm Nick Hanson, with James Reynolds. We thank you for joining us throughout this tournament, thus far. We hope you've been enjoying it as much as we have. So long everyone!"
~In Loving Memory Of Vlad Blackheart~
~Jan. 14, 1975 - May 5, 2016~
After the image fades away, the sound of Saliva's "Ladies And Gentlemen" is heard as the tournament logo explodes onto the screen and we hear the announcer's thunderous voice list the B Block competitors.
As the camera cuts to the ringside area, showing the amped up crowd, Nick Hanson and James Reynolds welcome those in attendance, in addition to those watching via NFW's streaming network.
Hanson: "Welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Nick Hanson here, with James Reynolds who decided to show up on time, today--"
Reynolds: "Yesterday was the first damn time!"
Hanson: "I doubt it'll be the last, next time we tour through a town that has something you're obsessed with."
Reynolds: "Hey, I behaved myself in Tokyo!"
Hanson: "You spent the afternoon before show time, hanging outside a love hotel, telling random women 'American? You like American?'"
Reynolds: "I deny such a claim without valid, physical proof."
Hanson: "I can show you the video Toru Yano uploaded onto youtube, titled 'Look at this jackass.'"
Reynolds: "That motherfucker did WHAT?!"
Hanson: "Well, we've got a fantastic show for you today, ladies and gentlemen! It's Day 16 of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial. We're back with B Block. It's our last day in Buffalo, New York before we move to the final two days, next week in Manhatten at the grandest arena in the state - Madison Square Garden!"
Reynolds: "NFW TAKES MANHATTEN!!"
Hanson: "That's actually the hashtag trending on twi---"
Reynolds: "KI KI KI, MA MA MA!!"
Hanson: "Aaaaaand, nevermind."
Reynolds: "What?! It's October, Nicky! Ya gotta get in the spirit of Halloween! Hey, do you think Lara Blackheart's gonna do some kinda costume bit at the finals show?"
Hanson: "....JIM!!!"
Reynolds: "What?"
Hanson: "That girl is NINETEEN!!!!"
Reynolds: "And?"
Hanson: "Young enough to be your DAUGHTER!!"
Reynolds: "So?"
Hanson: "...You forget she's the goddaughter of Judas Lasher, right?"
Reynolds: "...I retract any comments towards Miss Blackheart that may have been misconstrued as disrespectful. If you'll excuse me, I'm gonna go hide in an undisclosed location, inside the arena."
Hanson: "Sit your ass down. It's time to get the show underway."
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The Fallen defeated Satoru Shade III and Colt Shields by forefeit when the latter, failed to show up to the ring while their music played.
Reynolds: "Well, talk about a quick end to a match."
Hanson: "Yeah, a match that never happened. Where the hell are Shields and Shade?"
Reynolds: "Who knows, Ni--"
Hanson: "Jim, wait a minute. I'm getting something from the back. There's something going on. If we can get our cameras back there to have a look."
It took a few seconds but the camera cut backstage, eventually, revealing a shaky image at first as the camera man behind the lens was rushing towards the scene of the prior mentioned incident. That incident, being a scene of carnage that showed Satoru Shade already laid out on the floor while Colt Shields traded shots with Doomsday. With referees and security trying to intervene, the big Australian fought back against the bigger, masked madman who had seemingly attacked he and his occasional oddly booked tag partner for who knew whatever reason.
Hanson: "What the hell is Doomsday doing?!"
Reynolds: "Unleashing a can of whup ass, it looks like!"
Hanson: "But why, though?! Why these two?!"
During the brawl, Colt Shields caught Doomsday with a thumb in the eye, causing the monster of a man to back off. This gave Shields a moment to search around him for a weapon. Picking up a steel chair and slamming it closed, he turned back around right into a surprise SPEAR by Doomsday that put both men through a thin plaster wall.
Reynolds: "WHOA!!!"
Hanson: "MY...GOD!!!!! That could have seriously hurt somebody!!"
Shields took the brunt of the blow, though, as they also went crashing through a stack of equipment and only Doomsday managed to pull himself to his feet, tossing his long hair out of his face and down his back as he stepped back out of the hole he made with Colt's body....
"Get out of my way! MOVE!!!" We hear the familiar voice of the NFW Commissioner offscreen before Steven Brody storms into frame and right up to masked, lunatic. "DOOMSDAY!!!!"
Doomsday sets his hands on his hips and looks down, menacingly at Brody. Unsurprisingly, Brody stands unphased in the sights of a proverbial killer and just glares up at the 6'10" behemoth.
"What -- in the HELL -- are you DOING?!" Steven Brody exclaims, trying to keep from completely losing his cool.
Doomsday's broad shoulders shook under his 'Ave Satanas' t-shirt as he laughed, low and cold. "Exploiting a loophole in *your* little stipulation." He says, lifting a finger right up in Brody's face.
Steven Brody looks up at him, completely confused for a second before it seems to dawn on him and he brings his hand up over his eyes, sucking in a breath, beginning to tremble with anger. "Goddamn it...godDAMN IT!!!! Why?! What is THIS supposed to net you?!" He says, angrily motioning to the carnage wrought by Doomsday's unprovoked attack.
Doomsday chuckles, low and dark again, bringing a hand up and tapping his temple as if telling Brody to think about it before boldly reaching out and giving a firm two pats on the side of the man's face and brushing passed him, leaving Steven Brody to watch him go, as speechless as he is angry....
Hanson: "Yeah, the whole world wants to know why, Doomsday! Why?! What the hell has gotten into you?!"
Reynolds: "...I think I may have an idea, Nicky."
Hanson: "Care to enlighten the rest of us?"
Reynolds: "Well...Doomsday can't lay a finger on Rick Dickulous as bad as he'd like to. Rick Dickulous claims Doomsday's a menace to the roster but he can't touch him, either, so...."
Hanson: *horrid realization in his voice* "...Oh Jesus Christ.... Ohhhhhh, Jesus friggin Christ.... This is bad. This is really *really* bad...."
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In the second tag match of the day, The Renegades (Max LeBrun/Julian Morrison/Tyson Law) defeated Suzuki-Gun (Killer Elite Squad/Havok), by pinfall in 17:42, after Max delivered The Aneurysm to Lance Archer and hooked his leg for the pin.
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In the final tag match of the day, Merlex defeated The Unwanted, by pinfall in 15:01, when Alex Brody pinned Mia Hayashi after hitting the Absolute Zero.
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[10/17/2018 - DAY 15 - A BLOCK]
With "Wolfish Soldier" playing out in the arena, Teddy Morse and Chase Evans - the Rebel Rousers - come walking through the curtain, into the backstage area. More specifically, Chase practically carries Teddy with an arm over his shoulder as Teddy stumbles along, holding an ice pack against his neck.
"Ya alright, man?" Chase says as he sets Teddy back against the backdrop to lean on.
Teddy looks towards the curtain in pained disbelief before looking up at Chase. "What the hell, man? D'you see that shit? Dude tossed us around like we were young'ns!"
"He tossed *you* around like a young'n." Chase corrects Teddy, clapping him on the shoulder then thumbing to himself. "I felt him strain a little when he lifted me up. I betcha his asshole clinched shut when he had me on his shoulders."
"Still. I've never seen a Japanese dude with a mullet." Teddy remarks, moving the ice pack to one of his trap muscles. "And how about T-Hawk? Why the hell's he named after a goddamn Street Fighter character, anyway?"
Chase shakes his head. "Hell, I don't know. Hey, we got anything to say to these folks?" He gestures towards the interviewers.
Teddy looks at the interviewers and up at Chase in exhaustion and disbelief. "Man, I just got dropped on my fuckin' neck! I don't even wanna talk to my mama right now, but I know she's probably blowing up my phone tryin' t'make sure I'm still alive. To hell with these sons o'bitches, no offense. Y'all have a good evenin'." He gives a lazy, tired salute with two fingers before sulking off.
Chase watches him go before looking back at the reporters. "I just hope that bump didn't make him any dumber."
"What'd you say?!" Teddy calls off camera.
"Nuttin!" Chase responds quickly, giving the camera a 'almost got busted' look before slinking out of frame to join his tag team partner.
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Hanson: "Alright, folks. So, without further adue, here we are at the start of today's B Block matches!"
Reynolds: "LLLLLLLET'S GOOOOOOOO!!!"
Hanson: "...Please don't ever do that again. Anyway!"
Reynolds: "What, you don't like Lil Jon?"
Hanson: "I like real music."
Reynolds: "WHAT?!?!"
Hanson: "I said I like real music! You know what music is, right?"
Reynolds: "YEEEYEEAAAH!!!"
Hanson: "...I'm just gonna read off the block points, now...."
Reynolds: "OKAAAAAY!!!!"
Hanson: "...I can't believe I fell for that. Anyway! Kenny Omega and Judas Lasher continue to tie the lead with twelve points--"
Reynolds: "--Which of course puts Kenny in the technical lead due to the tiebreaker win!"
Hanson: "...That's correct, Jim."
Reynolds: "I know it is, Nicky."
Hanson: "Right behind them, William Mannheim has---"
Reynolds: "COME ON, KENNY!!!"
Hanson: "Jesus, will you SHUT -- UP?! YOU'RE WORSE THAN BRIE BELLA!!!"
Reynolds: "Did you just compare me to a BELLA?!"
Hanson: "COME ON NIKKI!!!!! COMMMEEEEE ONNNNN NIIIIKKIIIII!!!"
Reynolds: "......"
Hanson: "Yeah, that! Now shut the hell up!"
Reynolds: "...Fair enough."
Hanson: "Ahem...I apologize for that folks. So, William Mannheim has ten points. Scott Leroux, Big Daddy Payne, EVIL, Andrew Payne and Minoru Suzuki all have six points. They're all technically, mathmatically eliminated. Behind them, Tama Tonga has four points and Curry Man has two. So Omega and Lasher are in the lead for winning B Block. If Omega loses tonight and Lasher wins, that puts Lasher ahead. However, if William Mannheim wins tonight, and manages to go into his last match against Judas Lasher with just two points behind, he can win B Block if he beats Lasher and ties him with fourteen points. That's provided that Kenny Omega doesn't reach fourteen points himself, because that would tie him with Mannheim and the tiebreaker would be in Omega's favor."
Reynolds: "Fuck, I don't know how you do all of that in your head."
Hanson: "It's called paying attention at the meetings for these things instead of watching Skanky Slutty Schoolgirls on pornhub with the volume muted."
Reynolds: "...You saw that?"
Hanson: "I was sitting right next to you! 'Oh, I'm getting all this in my notepad app, Steve!'" *Hanson lowers his voice down to a mock whisper* "'Yeah, this little slut likes it rough.' Ring a bell, Jim?"
Reynolds: "Nicky!!"
Hanson: "I regret nothing. Only for wasting the time of those watching on the network, so without further adue, let's take it to ringside!"
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Judas Lasher defeated Andrew Payne in their block match, by pinfall in 12:06, with a Lucifer's Halo from the top rope.
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Curry Man defeated William Mannheim in their block match for the upset, by pinfall in 9:33, with the BME.
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[10/17/2018 - DAY 15 - A BLOCK]
As "Top Of The World" by Five Finger Death Punch plays out in the arena, Max LeBrun limps through the curtain with his head high and his title belt clasped together, clutched by his side in one hand; that arrogant smile on his face as he stops in front of the backdrop and turns towards the reporters. "Hahahahaaaaaaa.... Would you look at that?" He says arrogantly through his obvious exhaustion. Fuck, I need a smoke. Yo, chief!" He calls to a backstage assistant. "Gimme that chair!" He points before making a motion for it to be brought to him. "Anybody got a smoke? I know one of you fuckers does." He says as he sits down in the chair, groaning through the pain racking his joints after his match with Zack Sabre Jr.
Setting the title in his lap, Max looks up as a reporter off screen timidly offers out his pack. Max's face lights up with amusement. "Holy shit! Fucking Benson & Hedges!" He gladly takes one and sticks it in his mouth, talking with the filter pinched between his lips. "What do you know about these? You guys actually smoke these? This is Grade A Canadian shit right here." He pauses to light the end, handing the reporter his lighter back.
"I'm from Ontario, actually." The reporter is heard saying in a still timid voice like he's worried about Max hitting or berating him.
Instead, Max's face lights up with surprise. "You fucking serious?" A brief pause, suggesting a silent confirmation from the reporter before Max sticks out his fist for a bump. "My man! Hey, fuck the rest of you right now. I wanna answer this guy's questions." He takes a drag off of his cigarette, as the reporter audibly relaxes a little and begins interviewing.
"Alright, so...we heard a little about your thoughts the other day, concerning this match. Did anything change, as far as thought process, when you realized it was go-time against Zack Sabre Jr?"
Max makes a dismissive face and scoffs smoke through his lips. "Hell no! It never does. Back up -- Kane was an exception. I had a game plan going into that match but like I said, I saw him in person for the first time in over a decade and I lost my fucking mind. But Zack?" He pauses for another drag, shaking his head. "I don't doubt myself. I have no need to doubt myself. You do that, that's when you fuck up in the ring and make a mistake. People don't realize. They think I just go on social media and run my mouth. They fail to realize that I say I'm gonna do something and I fucking do it. I read my opponents before I go in against them. A few hiccups, yeah. Let's not sweat the small shit. Lightning strikes the ground sometimes. Does it ever strike twice? Rarely. Chris Wolfe...fucking Rick...yeah, I've got what you want. Six words -- from my cold...dead...fucking...hands...." As he says this, he slaps the Heavyweight Championship resting in his lap. Which brings me to next week. Last day of A Block! October 22nd! Yours truly versus the Urban Gangster, or whatever the hell he calls himself. Nico?"
Max drags off of his cigarette again, eyeing the camera. "I said a minute ago, lightning never strikes twice. Back when I beat you to earn my match for this?" He lifts the belt up just enough to show it and shakes his head. "That wasn't lightning. That was just how it was meant to be because I'm better than you. I'm better than you in every way you can even imagine! And next week, is just gonna be a reminder of that. I'm gonna kick your goddamn teeth down your throat...then I'm gonna plant you on your greasy ass head. And I'm gonna make sure your glazed over eyes are looking right at this championship when you hear the ref's three count, stripping what hope you had of winning this tournament away. Not only will that knock you out of any chance of making it to the finals, but it wipes out any chance you have of begging me to beat your ass in the future like I know Rick Dickulous and Chris Wolfe are gonna do. So---"
Max is cut off as he notices a presence walking up beside him all of a sudden. He frowns, nonchalantly, dragging on his cigarette as he looks up. The camera pans back to reveal Commissioner Steven Brody looking down at the champion, less than pleased. Max plucks the cigarette, smoked down to the butt, from his lips and drops it to the floor, snuffing it out with his boot. "What the fuck do *you* want?"
"Well, I'll start by reminding you that there's no smoking inside this building, Max." Brody grunts. "You're representing NFW both as a superstar *and* as our main champion. Try to show a little more respect."
Max blows the last plume of smoke from his mouth upwards, in the direction of Brody's face, before gesturing down at the cigarette butt on the floor. "It's out. Is that it?"
"No!" Brody snaps down at him. "No, that's not it! What the hell was that bullshit earlier?" The man extends an arm out to the side as an idle gesture, signifying earlier in the evening before the block matches started.
Remaining calm and cool, Max leans back in his chair, rolling his eyes boredly before waving to get a backstage assistant's attention and gestures towards something before beckoning over towards himself. "So that's what you came to ream my ass about? You're pissed about superstars getting into a little scrap?" The offscreen attendant appears, handing Max a bottle of water. "Brody? Steven?" He cracks the bottle open. "Stevie? Your mom ever call you Stevie?" He sips from the water as Brody glares down at him. "Look, I thought you said you grew up watching wrestling. That shit's part of this business. You get on the mic and go back and forth, hashing shit out with words or you handle it how my guys do and how many other guys before us used to do: someone wants to be cute and run their mouth, you beat their ass down in the middle of the ring. And now her little ex-girlfriend wants to make amends and bring their old tag team back against my girl and Serena? Look, I'll admit, Salvatore can be a scary in that ring. I get that people call her the powerhouse or monster of the NFW women's division. But her little rat? Mouse? Whatever the hell she calls her for a cutsie little nickname. The one that she's sexually frustrated over? That little rodent is walking into the wolf's den and if she thinks Lara Blackheart is gonna help her get payback?" He looks away from Brody and directly into the camera. "Lara, look...for some odd fucking reason? You and I get along. I can't stand the rest of these second gen brats that used their mommy and daddy's spotlight to make it into this company but there's just something about you that I like. But...you know goddamn well...who trained Candi and turned her from a wild little punker chick into the deadliest Canadian woman to lace up a pair of wrestling boots. And Serena? Shit, that bitch is just plain fucking crazy. Do you really wanna go against that combination? What, you're booking matches now, too?"
"No...." Brody interjects, calmly. "I booked the match."
Max looks up at him with an amused smirk. "You?"
"Yeah, see...." Brody begins, crouching down beside Max who still sits in the chair. Brody wears a mockingly thoughtful expression on his face. "When a superstar wants to settle an issue with another superstar, they tend to do it in the ring...in a wrestling match. That's how this business usually goes. I thought you grew up watching wrestling, Max."
There's an uncomfortable pause between the two as Max cracks an amused grin and nods to Brody. "So, the new Commissioner *does* have a set of balls on him.... Well!" Finally, Max stands from the chair, lifting his title belt off of his lap with one hand, still holding his water in the other and sips from it. He stands face to face with Brody. "You know how these sort of rivalries tend to go. Whatever happens in that ring?" He extends an index finger from his bottle hand, making sure to tap it to Brody's chest. "It's on you...and you alone...." Max takes a sip from his water and steps passed the Commissioner, moving down the hallway....
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Minoru Suzuki defeated Scott Leroux in their block match, by pinfall in 15:22, with the Gotch Style Piledriver.
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[10/17/2018 - DAY 15 - A BLOCK]
I Prevail's "Come And Get It" plays out in the arena while Nico Salvatore comes walking through the curtain, all business, as he unravels the tape from around his hands. "Alright, look...." He says as he comes to stand in front of the reporters. "I'm gonna keep this short and sweet. No bullshit questions. My thoughts on that match: what did I tell yous?" He looks around at the reporters, waiting for an answer before giving them a look as if they're stupid. "I said I was gonna win, right? Yeah? Got it. Shelton, I knew you were gonna bring it. I'm glad you did. I hate easy opponents. Speaking of bringing it...."
He breaks into a forced smile as he balls up the tape and tosses it over into a trashcan. "Boom. Fucking nailed it!" He says before turning back to the reporters. "Speaking of bringing it...." He gives a forced, frustrated chuckle again. "Max. Fucking Max. You're my last opponent in this block; and to be honest, I'm glad. Because I've been itching to get at your ass again ever since you screwed me out of that title opportunity at Highway To Hell. You fucking know that I should have been the one heading in there as the number one contendor. Not you!" He jabs a finger at the camera. "On top of that, we still got unfinished business. You think the shit from our little interview is over because we locked up once? Brother, no...no no no. I still owe you the beating of a lifetime. Can I win this block, at this point? No. That's just something I'm gonna have to deal with. I've got scores to settle down the road, but you...." He points at the finger again, shaking it with a frustrated grin ala Robert Deniro. "You, you motherfucker. I don't let a lot of shit bug me but you disrespecting my family? My sister who I nearly lost after our mother? Oh, yeah. This is personal. It'll be a miracle if your ass walks out of the Garden next week on your own, because if I have my way about it? You're gonna have to vacate that belt while you learn how to walk over the next fucking year!" He pie faces the camera, shoving it back before storming off down the hallway.
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Kenny Omega defeated EVIL in their block match, by pinfall in 12:01, after failing to catch him in the One Winged Angel, therefore settled on hitting two straight V-Triggers before covering him.
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[10/17/2018 - DAY 15 - A BLOCK]
*The Lumberjack can be heard playing in the arena as Rick Dickulous comes halfway through the curtain. The crowd pops before he steps all the way through the curtain, waving behind him, a broad smile on his face. He makes his way over to the backstage interview area where Amy Connors waits with a microphone in hand*
"Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's main event winner, Rick Dickulous! Rick, can I get a few words?"
*Rick looks down at Amy*
"Hey, Amy-guy! What do you wanna know?"
"Well, for starters, congratulations on your win over Kota Ibushi! That was an amazing display of sportsmanship after the match, helping Kota up, and even delivering a face to face thank you!"
*Rick nods at Amy, motioning off camera. He catches a bottle of water tossed from an unseen backstage employee and cracks it open*
"Well, Amy-guy, some people deserve that kind of treatment, eh? Kota had me more than once, but I was able to get in a reversal, or overpower him..."
*He drinks half the bottle of water before stopping, breathing deeply*
"...Jesus H. Christ, I needed that. But, yeah guy, Kota deserved that. Besides, it's just being normal. I mean, shit, don't you thank people when they do something really well, Amy-guy?"
*Amy shoots a confused look at Rick*
"Well...uhhh, no? I mean, I thank my waiters, gas station attendants, the pizza guy. I don't think I've ever said thank you to someone I just had a catfight with though, Rick."
"You should, Amy-guy! It's good for you! It's like closing the door after you drop a nasty Taco Bell deuce, eh? You don't want that poo-stink permeating through your house! It's the same in sports - you get taught when you're little to leave the bullshit on the ice if you're Canadian!"
*Again, Amy looks at Rick confused for a moment before continuing*
"Rick, you have your final block match Monday against Zack Sabre Jr, what are you doing to prepare?"
"Amy-guy, I got some special stuff in my stash box. Reefer just became legal in Canada, eh? So I got one of my buddies from back home to get a little to me. I'm gonna burn that shit like the Liberal government burns bridges, buddy!"
*Rick downs the last half of his bottle of water*
"Truthfully, Amy-guy, that's the last two points I can earn, and you'd better believe I intend to earn them, whether I end up in the finals or not. Zack-guy, you're one hell of a wrestler, I won't try to take that away from you. But Monday when you and I are in that ring? I'll be just that little bit better. Sorry, not sorry, guy!"
"Thanks for your time, Rick!"
"See, Amy? You DO thank people when they do things really well!"
*Rick shoots finger guns at Amy Connors as he walks backwards off camera*
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In the main event, Tama Tonga defeated Big Daddy Payne in their block match, by pinfall in 10:27, popping up during BDP's charge for the Bukakke Blast and catching him with the Gun Stun.
Hanson: "And that's another win for Tama Tonga!"
Reynolds: "Well, he defeated one half of the McKeesport Mafia."
Hanson: "Yeah, and they haven't exactly been getting along, at all."
Reynolds: "Look at this, he's not even gonna give the fans any words?"
Reynolds said as Tama Tonga joined his brother outside of the ring and the two walked up the ramp, throwing obscene gestures at the front row. Tanga Loa spotted a fan holding out their hand for a too-sweet. The younger of the Tongan brothers grinned wide, nodding as he reached out to return the gesture...only to flip his hand around into a middle finger in the fan's face at the last second before catching up with Tama on the stage.
Hanson: "Well, folks! We hope you enjoyed this week of action! We're moving onto Manhatten next week. Our final two days of block matches take place in Madison Square Garden before we hold our finals event in the home city where Vlad Blackheart was born - beautiful Chicago, Illinois. The show's already sold out, but you can watch it on the NFW official page if you have a subscription to our streaming service. It's only $9.99 and you get *everything!* There's even the archive section where you can watch original NFW matches. You can watch past superstars like Joshua LeSomme, the Knights of Narcosis, the Kindred, Baphomet, Black Mask, Voodoo -- all of their matches are on there!"
Reynolds: "You can watch Charlotte shake her sweet, little ass!"
Hanson: "...Not gonna go there. But, seriously, ladies and gentlemen. You do not wanna miss the end of this tournament, based on how things are already turning out and you definitely don't wanna miss the finals. We've already got two big tag matches."
Beside Hanson, Reynolds nudges him and throws up three fingers. Hanson goes wide eyed as if he just remembered.
Hanson: "Ah, right! Three big tag matches! We've got Candi Broduer and Serena Frost of The Renegades taking on Small But Mighty - the team of Lara Blackheart and Mia Hayashi."
Reynolds: "I've seen clips on youtube of their days as that team and believe me, it's a pervert's dream." *Reynolds says this with a sleazy appreciation in his voice*
Hanson: "...Christ, Jim. Anyway, we've got that match, then we've got the Mixed Tag Team Championships on the line -- Kicks And Stones defending against Crimson Sabre and LeeAnn Viskan, coming out of retirement. And *then*, we just recently received word that the Tag Team Championships will *also* be on the line. The champions, The Fallen -- Ryan Steele and Sabastian Young -- defending against the Guerillas of Destiny...."
Reynolds: "Nice...."
Hanson: "...As well as Killer Elite Squad...."
Reynolds: "Whoooaaa, a three way dance?!"
Hanson: "...And Ultra-Violence...."
Reynolds: "Aw fuck. The Dominion of Pain's getting in on this?!"
Hanson: "...In a fatal fourway, ladder match!"
Reynolds: "Holy crap! All that's gonna be on the finals show?!"
Hanson: "And that's not all, the card's not even completely put together, yet, Jim! But that's just a sample of what we have in store for the fans. We've got the Queen of the Ring coming up -- that's gonna be a single round elimination tournament to crown the number one contender for the NFW Women's Championship at WrestleWar. We have the Battle of the Juniors coming up; we're looking to crown our first Junior Heavyweight Champion, Jim."
Reynolds: "I *do* love me some Junior Heavyweight wrestling, Nicky."
Hanson: "Everyone in their right mind does. Those are my favorite types of matches. But, that's still a ways away. Until then, folks, I'm Nick Hanson, with James Reynolds. We thank you for joining us throughout this tournament, thus far. We hope you've been enjoying it as much as we have. So long everyone!"
