Trauma Episode 16 Chicago Illinois 5/16/20

Crowd

NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!

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 episode 16!

Miranda Augustino:: And we’re just two weeks away from our next Trauma exclusive event, Manifest Destiny!
Andrew Payne: Manifest Destiny is going to be amazing, but we need to get through tonight first, Mir.

Miranda Augustino: Tonight is going to be off the charts. Kitten is going to be out here tonight and I’m so excited!

Andrew Payne: Chill, Miranda. But enough of us, let’s get to the action!
Somewhere underneath the Collision Center, a camera catches up with Kan Tai in a dark, secluded corner of the basement. There is a single light hanging down from the ceiling and gently swinging back and forth.

Kan Tai: You need not adjust your computer. Kan Tai has brought Kwonspiracy to Trauma. Kan Tai is now part of this brand. Kan Tai will lead the way here for manager Kwon and the entire Kwonspiracy.

Behind her, three hooded figures are walking around in a circle, one after the other, over and over again. They murmur something unintelligible, almost like a chant.

Kan Tai: Behind me is the newest acquisition for Kwonspiracy, Dark Army Chan. I have been chosen to lead them so tonight I will bring them from the depths of this solitary place and we will march to the ring as any army would and we will conquer the Chaos Circus. Then we will fight any other trio that attempts to get into our way. The goal for the Dark Army Chan is the NFW Tag Team Championship. The goal for myself is also championship gold, whether it be the United States championship or the World Undisputed Championship. I have fought long and hard and now it’s time for the dark ones to rise up, claim our spot.

The trio continue walking in circles, but their chanting gets louder. “Dark Army Chan. Dark Army Chan. Dark Army Chan.”

Kan Tai: I have been warning you they were coming. And the day has come. The day Dark Army Chan will walk to the ring and get everyone’s attention. Then, my time will come as well. Kwonspiracy has arrived on Trauma. It’s too late for you all now.

As the trio behind Kan Tai continue to move, Kan Tai reaches up and tugs on the string that suddenly brings darkness to the screen.
The scene opens with a shot within the arena with the audience buzzing about what's next. The lights go out and the cheers go up with the opening riffs of Lindsey Stirling's "Heist" going over the speakers.


The lights come up with Cali-Kate dancing to her music on stage with the Wildcard briefcase in hand. She waves to the audience as she heads down the ramp. With smiles and laughs, selfies and hugs to multiple audience members, Kate makes her way to the ring. In the ring, she poses with the briefcase before calling for a mic. She is handed one as her music fades out.

Cali-Kate: What's up, NFW universe?!

The audience matches Kate's enthusiasm and cheers wildly. Despite the limited audience, it's almost like a full house.

Cali-Kate: Well we got through another week of this fucking quarantine. Everyone's still coming out to see what we do best. We put on a show to entertain you all as much as possible. And I speak for most of NFW's staff and roster by saying thank you for standing by and with us.

Kate lowers the mic as various chants begin in the crowd. Kate nods along until she smiles once more, lowering her head and looking at the briefcase.

Cali-Kate: I do have to say, with all honesty though, that having this opportunity in my hands, this chance to show the world exactly everything that I am capable of. That's not a fucking show you really want to see on a television screen, or a mobile device, no matter how OP your HD is. You deserve to have the ability to see it in person.

Kate smiles as the audience applauds in agreement.

Cali-Kate: It's no secret I'll be challenging for the Undisputed title, currently held by a good friend, Emelie. The thing is, this business is a very lone wolf on top of the fucking mountain. And there's only a spot for one Rank 1 competitor no matter how hard you fight. Sometimes it's you, sometimes it's not. And while you are measured by your failures, you are also defined by how often you can come back.

Kate smirks a bit as the audience continues to cheer.

Cali-Kate: That's why of course Angel Kash is going after another friend in Adrianna, but that's a different fucking level than the one we're on. Right in front of me on my path right now is Dokueki, Poison Dragon she calls herself. You look at her record pre NFW and, holy shit, you can see why she's been impressing over in Japan. And now, she's gonna come in and debut here against me, Ms. Wildcard, the Geekette Extraordinaire!

The audience whoops again as Kate poses with the briefcase held high.

Cali-Kate: Dokueki-chan wants to prove what she's capable of to start off her career here, but I'm already on that path. I'm moving forward like the Juggernaut Bitch! I've got everything here, in my hand, in this ring and in this arena. This is my life! This is what I show to my children, even if they don't understand why yet, but they do understand they see me smiling every time I walk down that ramp, every time I interact with the fans. They see what I give to this business. More than just the fly in the ointment, the monkey in the wrench…

Kate holds the mic high as well now

Audience: THE PAIN IN THE ASS!

Cali-Kate: ... and more than any fucking thing that I have ever been in my entire career! I am getting a new phase here and I have every intention of making it work bigger, better, badder than where I was before. You think you can walk over this welcome mat, Dokueki-chan? Well then, Game Start, bitch!

Kate drops the mic and poses once more to a renewed vigor from the crowd. She poses on the ropes with her briefcase, shouting out something to the audience as the scene fades out.

As we come back to the ring, the lights in the arena have dimmed except for a single light in the center of the ring. Seo-hyung Kwon stands with a microphone.

Seo-hyung Kwon: Ladies and gentlemen, you may wonder why I am here inside this ring during Trauma when my stable is assigned to Collision. I am here to introduce the latest acquisition for the Kwonspiracy. They are the “Collective of Confusion”, please welcome along with their handler Kan Tai, the fox, the rabbit and the owl, the Dark Army Chan.

The spotlight goes out.

The Kwonspiracy logo appears on the screen as the alternative cover of “Army of Me” by Beanbag begins to play as the lights dim in the arena. The “Dark Army Chan” logo appears on the screen as a spotlight lights up the stage. In a single column file, three women march out in succession onto the stage, one after the other and as they get to the ramp they pause. Behind them comes Kan Tai, as she follows them with a sign that simply says, “Dark Army Chan”. As the lyrics start, they begin to march in specific fashion.

You've got to manage

I won't sympathize

Anymore

With the beat of the sound of a sledge hammer that is placed in the music, they each take one step, then another, then stop. The woman in the front with the owl mask, tilts her head to one side. The second woman, wearing a fox mask, tilts her head in the other direction, the third one with the rabbit mask looks upward and Kan Tai raises the sign up. All this happens at the same time on that third beat. The fourth beat sees them return back to their original position and continue to march themselves down to the ring as the chorus hits.

You'll meet an army of me

And if you complain once more

You'll meet an army of me

As they make their way around the ring, Kan Tai stops on one side of the ring as the other three continue. At each side, the last member in the procession stops, until the final member is on the fourth and final side. They each climb up onto the apron and the three members of Dark Army Chan slingshot flip into the ring, landing in the center facing each other as Kan Tai slips between the ropes and joins them. The pose in the ring for a few seconds before reaching up and removing their masks from their face exposing their faces. They hand their masks to Kan Tai as she exits the ring and they await their opponents.

The eerie, creeper words that start “The Netherworld Circus” are heard echoing through the dark arena. As they finish, spotlights come up on the ramp and some dark, evil looking clowns are seen dancing around and then two of them hold up a dark curtain at the entrance and stand there, waiting as the rest continue dancing around on the ramp.

Ringmistress: Ladies and gentleman, boys and girls, prepare yourself for a night of dark and violence. The Chaos Circus proudly brings to you, the greatest show of violence on earth, the dark one himself, your favorite performer and mine, the one, the only, The Riiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiingmasterrrrrrrrrrrrrr....AND....Laaaaaaaaadyyyyyyyy Deeeeeaaaaaaaath...Tysooooooonnnnnn Laaaaaaaaawwwwww!!! We are....the CHAAAAAOSSSSSSS CIRCUUUUUUUUUUSSSS!!!!

As she finishes up the introduction, Ringmaster, Lady Death and Tyson Law burst through the curtain. Ringmaster is tipping his tophat towards the ring to his girl before kicking the cane off the ground and twirling it around and placing it back down and making his way to the ring followed by his clowns who are skipping and dancing behind him. Flanking behind him, Tyson Law storms the ring, simply ready for war. Lady Death strolls along with them, getting in the camera with her painted face and sticks her tongue out for sheer scare factor. They make it to the ring and Ringmaster tosses his tophat to Ringmistress followed by his cane and steps into the ring. He removes his jacket and hands it off to her as she steps out of the ring. Tyson Law removes his mask and hooded jacket, while Lady Death paces the mat as the lights go out. When the lights come on, the music ends and the clowns have disappeared from around ringside, leaving only the Chaos Circus there.

~DING DING DING~

The three nearly identical members of the Dark Army Chan move to their corner. They begin by playing a round of ‘ring around the rosey’ as one would exit the ring and go around the ring post to the other side of the apron. The second would do the same. As the third would follow, the first would move back into the ring and they go around and around several times as the Chaos Circus looks on in confusion. Finally, they stop with one member in the ring.

Lady Death starts the match for the Chaos Circus while the smallest of the Dark Army Chan, Fox-chan starts for their team. It looks like they might lock up, but Fox-chan ducks underneath, somersaults on the mat, leaps up, springboards off the second rope, leaping over Lady Death into another somersault and then gets to her feet and poses. Fox-chan gives an evil grin as she turns back towards Lady Death who doesn’t look impressed.

As the match continues, Lady Death whips Fox-chan into the ropes and as she comes back, Lady Death goes for a clothesline, but instead Fox-chan grabs onto the arm and kicks her legs up and hooks them around Death’s other arm into a crucifix position. The smaller size of Fox-chan allows Lady Death to carry the Dark Army Chan member around and it looks like she might just fall back but as she falls back, Fox-chan just rolls her onto her back for a nearfall.

Fox-chan leaps up and tags in Owl-chan, while Lady Death seems to have had enough of this and tags in Tyson Law. Owl-chan, for no apparent reason begins to run the ropes. Fox-chan comes in and runs the opposite way on the ropes. Rabbit-chan comes in and also begins to run the ropes. As all three are running the ropes, as they pass by Tyson, they lay in a strike. The referee is trying to get two of them out of the ring, but finally Tyson is able to clothesline Owl-chan, taking her to the ground. But Rabbit-chan and Fox-chan move in and one goes high, the other goes low and they take him down as Owl-chan leaps on top for another near fall.

Tyson tags in Ringmaster and Owl-chan tags in Rabbit-chan. Rabbit-chan rushes over and leaps up, landing on Ringmaster’s thighs as if she were going for a monkey flip, but Ringmaster smirks and holds on, preventing himself from going over. He turns around and sets Rabbit-chan on the top rope. He gives her a pat and then suddenly tries to punch her, but she wraps her legs around his arm as she dodges the punch and grabs his arm and just falls backwards with an armbar as she hangs upside down outside the ring. Ringmaster starts to howl, as Tyson Law runs across the ring apron and kicks Rabbit-chan, causing her to release the hold and she falls to the outside.

Tyson drops to the floor and goes to get Rabbit-chan when she disappears under the ring. Suddenly, the other two members of Dark Army Chan also drop to the floor and go underneath the ring. The referee is counting and from the other side, Rabbit-chan appears and she rolls into the ring. Ringmaster charges over and Rabbit-chan pulls down the top rope and Ringmaster goes over to the outside.

From underneath the ring, hands reach out and drag Ringmaster under the ring. Tyson and Death are pointing out to the referee, but from underneath come Owl-chan and Fox-chan. Rabbit-chan tags in Fox-chan. Ringmaster finally crawls out from underneath, rolls into the ring and tags in Lady Death.

As the match continues, Lady Death has taken over on Fox-chan, but Fox-chan is sent out of the ring. Owl-chan drops down and goes to help her partner, but in reality, she changes places with Fox-chan and rolls into the ring fresh. When Lady Death goes to get at her, she drops her with a jaw-breaker. Owl-chan tags in Rabbit-chan, then climbs out onto the apron as Fox-chan gets up on the opposite side. Suddenly, they both leap into the air, springboard off the top rope and hit a double splash on Lady Death. As they roll off, Rabbit-chan also leaps from the apron, springboards off the top rope and hits a sit-down splash on Lady Death, hooks the legs and the referee counts the pin.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here are your winners, Dark Army Chan!

Andrew Payne: What a way to debut here on Trauma tonight, Mir.

Miranda Augustino: Kitten can’t be very happy with this result. I might need to go and comfort her for the rest of the night.

Result: Pinfall

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We see Graham Baker backstage, although this time he’s not in the locker room, or in the hallway leading to the shows. Rather, he stands out in the back of the arena, a cigarette between his lips as he adjusts his kneepads. He chuckles as the camera zones in on him.

Baker: Let’s run this back, right? Last week, I beat Mike Spazz so severely that this motherfucker took it upon himself to punch me in the ‘nads, drop me on my head, and dip, likely because he knew the ramifications of his actions. Mike, a twenty-year in ring veteran, got his clock cleaned repeatedly by a guy who’s only been on TV wrestling for around, what, two years?

Baker counts off on his fingers, before shrugging.

Baker: But it’s alright, man, really. I understand being frustrated, that you can’t keep up with the young blood. I was mad when you did it, of course-who wouldn’t be? First time debuting for NFW, a promotion I’ve dreamed of competing in for a hot minute, and instead of coming away with the clean win, I get a pity-win by disqualification because some fuckin’ boomer decides he’s frustrated with getting his head bounced off the mat for a couple minutes and kicks me in the balls. But I’ve come to understand it, y’know, Mike? Too much time behind that booth, and I call you soft, told you that your boy Koss couldn’t save ya when I got in the ring with ya.

Baker chuckles, shaking his head.

Baker: I was right, right? He was yellin’ for you to do whatever you could to survive, and I get how frustrating that must’ve been, just letting your buddy watch as you got the piss beat out of you. I can’t say you made the right call-at a time, I was no stranger to a dick kick myself, but the motherfuckers that I pissed off in the process would have somethin’ else to say about it. I’m feelin’ kinda like they must’ve back in the day, you know? All angry and rearin’ to go, gettin’ pissed off, gettin’ ready to beat the fuckin’ hell out of someone.

Baker lets the smoke drift in the air as he steps away, revealing a collection of weaponry behind him. Light tubes, thumbtacks, steel chairs, kendo sticks, and a weapon that looks sort of like the bastard child of a claw hammer and a wrench. Baker holds it in his hand as the cigarette dangles between his lips while he continues. He taps the weapon against the brick wall, where it collides with a satisfying thunk-thunk.

Baker: Mike, I dunno how much you know about me, but you should be aware I don’t mind gettin’ my hands bloody an’ dirty. I came up in this sport from the deathmatch game, I got my skin scraped up and my forehead bloodied in every match I had leadin’ up to my debut on the big time, and damn it, was it worth it. It gives me an edge, tells me that pain is superficial, ya know? Maybe someone’ll cut my forehead open an’ try and wrench my arm back, but that shit won’t kill me. Feelin’ pain isn’t the end of the world-it’s when you stop feelin’ pain in the ring that you should be worryin, when you’re laid out an’ you can’t move, or when your limbs stop hurtin’ as much as they used to. That, my friend, is real damage.

Baker fishes through his his pockets and pulls out a $10 bill, holding it up to the camera.

Baker: You see this, Mike? This is all that’s left from that beer money you gave me. I bought myself a nice six-pack and downed it while I was icin’ my fuckin’ nuts. I was gonna buy more, man, but I decided-I’m gonna keep this bill, and when i see you next, I’m gonna staple it to your fuckin’ forehead before I beat your face into hamburger. I’m gonna cut you the fuck down with lariat after lariat, stick you full of thumbtacks and drop you on your fuckin’ neck-but not too hard, because I want you to feel everything. I want you to know the pain I felt when I stomp your nuts down into nothin’, and I want you to feel just as embarrassed as I was.

Baker finishes his cigarette, and crushes it down into the ground.

Baker: No DQ, Mike. That’s the coffin you’ve shut yourself in, and this…

Baker holds up the claw-hammer/wrench hybrid.

Baker: ...is your coffin nail. See ya inside, friend-and don’t worry. I’ve brought enough money to cover the beers and your medical bills once I’m done with ya.

Baker grabs his collection of things and shoves them in a garbage can, dragging it in with him as he walks into the building…

No Disqualification

Mike Spazz vs Graham Baker

Thea Crawford: The following contest is a no disqualifications match, scheduled for one fall!


"No More Mr. Nice Guy" by Megadeth sounds over the P/A system as one Mike Spazz steps out wearing blue jeans, black and white high-top sneakers, a white T-shirt that says, "MY COCK IS HEAVY!" alongside with a smirking fat rooster, tape on his fists, pads on his knees and elbows, and a black beanie cap on his head. Long blond hair drapes across his features and despite a somewhat youthful appearance, one could see the unmistakable signs of aging with lines on his pale forehead and around those dark hazel colored eyes. He bobs his head to the beat and hoists up in the air a heavily taped Singapore cane!

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Jersey City, New Jersey, being accompanie to the ring by Joe Koss, Mike Spazz!

Beside him is an older, bearded, long black-haired and heavyset gentleman wearing a long black coat, shorts, work boots, an Oiler's jersey, and flipped backwards cap on his head. He takes a few final hits off the blunt in his hands, then stomps it out on the stage. This guy is Mike's hetero life-mate and fellow co-commentator from SRW, Joe Koss! The two head to ringside with Mike playing it up the entire time, talking trash to fans while Joe just follows him, nodding to a few people here and there.

The two arrive at ringside and Joe just strolls around the ring outside while Mike climbs the steps, hops on the nearest turnpost, and holds that stick up in the air shouting, "SNOOTCH-TO-THE-BOOOOOTCH!!!" Then hopping into the ring and strolling around, twirling that cane the entire time, his head bobbing to his own music.

"The arena lights go down, and the arena is filled with guitar strums and the intensifying drum beat of the song as smoke pours out from the entrance ramp, revealing Baker only from the highlighted portions of his outfit.


As the song continues, taking a moment to hang, the smoke clears and Baker's back is revealed to the crowd, a leather jacket bearing the words 'The Aviator' and a flaming skull shown as he points two finger guns at the screen.

Thea Crawford: And his opponent, from London, England, Graham Baker!


The screen cracks as Baker 'fires' at it.


The intense chorus kicks up as Baker turns around, screaming out as he leaps into position. He slaps hands with the fans as he approaches the ring, mostly favoring those who are supporting him before pulling himself up on the apron, tossing his jacket off before springboarding into the ring. He looks right at Mike and gives him the middle finger before falling back into the corner and laying across the top ropes, as if taunting his opponent.

~Ding Ding Ding!~

As soon as the two men come out from their corners, Mike immediately goes for a low blow, but Graham is able to catch his foot. Mike looks at him, chuckling a little nervously as he tries to pull his leg free. Graham keeps hold of the leg though and delivers a dragon screw. Graham gets up to his feet, grabbing Mike and picking him up. He sends Mike into the ropes and as he comes off, goes for a clothesline, but Mike is able to duck under it and hit the ropes again. As Mike comes off the ropes, he leaves his feet and delivers a cross body. Mike then picks Graham up and sends him into the corner. Mike charges in and delivers a splash before kicking out the legs of Graham and delivering a series of stomps before placing his boot in the throat of Graham and choking him. He pulls Graham out of the corner and hooks the leg for a nearfall. Mike then yells at Joe to pass him the cane. Joe grabs the weapon and hands it into Mike who waits for Graham to make it up to his feet. As he does, Mike takes the Singapore Cane and just starts to wail on Graham, hitting him over and over again, screaming as he does before Graham is finally on the mat. Mike shoots the half and once again goes for a cover, only to get a two count.

Mike once again picks Graham up to his feet. He takes Graham and looks for The SpazGazm, but Graham is able to counter out of it. He gets out of the hold and when he does, he turns Mike right around into a jumping knee strike. Mike stumbles back and as he does, Graham delivers a second and then a third that sends Mike out to the floor. Mike stumbles around on the floor before Graham gets out of the ring and grabs Mike, delivering a pumphandle slam to Mike right onto the ring steps. Graham then grabs Mike and rolls him back into the ring. Graham looks under the ring and grabs a table, sliding it in and setting it up once he’s back in the ring. He then grabs Mike and delivers The Chopping block before hooking the leg and getting a nearfall. Graham doesn’t take the foot off the gas though as he grabs Mike and delivers a Samoan Driver right through the table! Graham doesn’t go for the cover though. Instead he waits, letting Mike get to a knee before he charges in and delivers 1789! Graham hooks the leg and gets the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Graham Baker!

Andrew Payne: A little retribution this week by Graham for what happened at the hands of Mike last week.

Miranda Augustino: That was a great match though that the two of them had. Glad we got to see a clear and decisive winner tonight.

Result: Pinfall

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The camera’s cut backstage. The camera is moving along down the corridors of the Collision Center in Chicago. It passes the door of Trauma General Manager, Isabella Santiago. The camera is just about to turn the corner when the sound of a door opening causes it to pan back around. Out from Ms. Santiago’s door comes none other than Charlie Grace, the manager for Eric Lee on Collision.

Charlie Grace: Thank you again, Ms. Santiago. You will not be disappointed.

Ms. Grace closes the door and walks off in the opposite direction of the camera.
We go to the parking lot where we see a Motorcycle arriving. Griffin Hawkins is on the bike, stepping off of it as he seems to have a golf bag full of weapons over his shoulder. Among them looks to be a Barb Wire wrapped Hockey Stick. He sees a road agent who is also just arriving.

Griffin Hawkins: Yo...Larry, any idea where Angel Kusangi's locker room is?

Larry: Oh yeah, it's locker room number 35...it's the door on the far end of the arena, you can't miss it.

Griffin Hawkins: Thanks dude!

He goes to walk off, but turns back to him.

Griffin Hawkins: ...You may want to call an ambulance.

He then heads into the arena as we go to a break.

Singles Match

Marcello Vitale vs River Chance

Thea Crawford: The following contest is a tag team match 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, 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.

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.


The referee calls for the bell and River and Marcello lock up in the middle. Marcello gets the arm wringer on River and tries to crank it around again, but River reverses it and reels him into a German suplex..

Andrew Payne: Vitale lands on his feet behind Chance!

Marcello surges forward, shoving River into the ropes and using the momentum to roll her into a schoolboy pin..

ONE
TW..

Miranda Augustino: Vitale only be gettin' a one and a half count on that one, Payne!

Vitale goes to drag River up to a vertical base, yet he's met with a series of elbows to the ribs and a european uppercut. River hauls Vitale off for an irish whip..

Andrew Payne: Marcello Vitale on the rebound, River Chance swing and a miss with the discus lariat..

Marcello comes back with a springboard moonsault, yet River seems to be ready for him, catching him and setting him up with a modified tilt-a-whirl into her patented spinebuster!

Andrew Payne: TILT-A-WHIRL POMMEL STRIKE and a cover by River Chance!

ONE
TWO
THRE..

Miranda Augustino: Vitale got a foot on the bottom rope, Payne! This match is still alive!

River takes an arm and drags Vitale up to his feet before doubling him over with a knee to the gut..

Andrew Payne: River's going for her powerbomb, Mir. This could be it..

Marcello gets up onto River's shoulders and begins pummeling her with forearm shots until she's dazed and forced to drop him..

Miranda Augustino: NERD RAGE by VITALE! This could be it!

ONE
TWO
THREE!

*DING~DING~DING!!*

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Marcello Vitale!

Andrew Payne: Another win by Marcello. He’s on a roll and next week, he has the last member of House Crowley to earn a match against Anton at Manifest Destiny!

Miranda Augustino: Andy, at this point, I don’t know how Marcello ain’t going to get that match with Papi.

Result: Pinfall

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We come to the back where Griffin is in the hallway. He comes down to the locker room number 35. He gets his Hockey Stick ready and looks at the door.

Griffin Hawkins: Time to play....

He then kicks the door open, charging in!

Griffin Hawkins: Angel! Where are you?!

He looks around..but there's nothing. But he immediately stops and sees that the locker room is plastered with pictures of him..only with the heads cut off, some that do have heads have eyes that are colored black.

Griffin Hawkins: ....What the...fuck?....

There are various pictures from magazines such as PWI, Posters of him singing on stage, all desecrated. Words such as "Liar","Fraud","Disgrace","Scumbag" and other words are spread out through the pictures. He then immediately freezes when he sees something on the bottom. A picture frame with two candles by it. He picks it up....and it looks to be a blonde woman holding a baby girl. He is at loss for words as he looks at it and tosses across the room in anger. He rips a lot of the pictures down from the wall before charging out of the room...enraged as we hear him yelling down the hall.

Griffin Hawkins: ANGEL!!

We go back to the arena where the announcers are at loss for words.

Andrew Payne: Ladies and gentlemen...I don't even know what to say. In case anyone was wondering, that picture Griffin was holding...that was of his wife Taylor and their daughter Sophie..what the hell is Angel thinking?.

Miranda Augustino: Honestly..I'm no fan of Griffin Hawkins, but I can see why he's upset. That's a picture of his wife and child she has in there in that twisted shrine or whatever that was...its one thing to have a feud, but dragging a man's family into it..I think that's going too far..

Andrew Payne: Angel...we always knew she was a little bit crazy, but that's just...sick. This feud is getting out of hand.

Singles Match

Dokueki vs Cali-Kate

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

The lights in the arena dim, thumping and alternating between green and white with the tempo of the music. The 'Tron lights up, featuring the logo of the Hatchet Clan before that melts away to show the custom image of the Dragon billowing smoke and clutching the hatchet's in it's foreclaws.

"GO!"

Dokueki comes out of curtain and roars, raising her tanabo war club, decorated in golden Scottish filigree, the metal studs a dull green, high over her head.

"This ain't a test, fuck the rest
Time to set the record straight
Talk your shit behind my back
Let's hear you say it to my face
I've heard the words fall out your lips
You little trendy fucking bitch
The time has come to get you some
'Cause I just do not give a shit"

Thea Crawford: Introducing first! From Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 160 pounds! The Poison Dragon...DOKUUUUUEKIIIIII!!!

Dokueki spews a bit of her trademark mist into the air with another roar, slamming the head of the club down onto the ramp before throwing it over her shoulder. She stares straight ahead as she makes her way down the ramp, turning to the cameraman at the bottom to point to her t-shirt before making as if she's going to jump at the camera. She turns, and climbs the steel ring stairs, making her way onto the apron.

"Do you take me for a fool!?
How's it feel to be a tool!?
See to me you're just a cancer!
Motherfucker, war is the answer!"

Dokueki raises the club in her hand again, flexing her muscles before spewing another shot of Mist into the air with another roar before climbing through the ropes and into the ring, stalking a bit before backing into her corner to await the beginning of her match.

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

“Player 1 Ready…”

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

“Game Start!”

The main tune hits and the lights come back up showing Kate on the stage in a hooded jacket with a huge smile on her face, dancing to her music. Kate flips the hood down and skips down the ramp trading high fives and hugs with various members of the crowd.

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

She even stops a few times to pose for some selfies with the crowd members. Kate reaches ringside and continues skipping one full round around the ring only trading high fives with audience members. When she gets to the corner, the audience goes wild as Kate blows out a kiss to everyone. Kate slides into the ring and jumps to one of the corners and poses once for pictures. As her music fades, she hops off the ropes and goes to her corner, removing her jacket and warming up for her match.

~DING DING DING~

As the bell rang, Dokueki continued just hammering away with open palm strikes to Cali-Kate’s chest and face. The absolutely vicious Poison Dragon rocked Kate with more palm strikes before moving to the Muay Thai kicks and knees. The legend from Japan ran to the opposite corner with a Joshi battle cry, pushed off with her foot and came charging back in with a guttural “CALIIIIIIIII”!! Cali-Kate, however, exploded out of the corner with a discus lariat. Dokueki was floored before Cali-Kate went for a standing leg drop for a cover and just under a two count. Cali-Kate picked Dokueki up and set up for a DDT next but Dokueki countered with a Northern Lights Suplex, throwing Cali-Kate right into the center of the ring and bridging for a two count. As Dokueki got back to her feet, she grabbed Kate by the hair and yanked her from a sitting position down to the mat. It was right around here that commentary pointed out the presence of Charlie Grace, appearing on the stage. The woman stood in her usual attire of a suit as she watched the ring silently.

Back inside the ring, after Dokueki’s hair pull to Cali-Kate, she went for a leaping knee drop to the face but Kate rolled out of the way, staggering Dokueki. As Dokueki nursed her knee, Kate came off the ropes for a Shining Wizard and got another nearfall. Cali-Kate picked Dokueki up and whipped her into the ropes but the Poison Dragon caught onto the ropes and stopped the rebound. Cali-Kate still came running and Dokueki threw herself at Kate’s feet. Kate hopped over and came back off the ropes but as she did, Dokueki was up and nailed her with a jumping bicycle knee strike! Kate staggered back and fell onto the middle rope. Dokueki came off the other side and hit a Thesz Press with a choke on the ropes, cinching the choke on tight with her knee behind Kate’s head. The ref’s count reached four before Dokueki let up off of Kate but got in the referee’s face to back off of her. Dokueki came right back and threw Cali-Kate to the mat and proceeded to stomp away on her while holding onto the top rope for leverage. Again, the referee came in and attempted to get Dokueki to let up off of Kate but when the ref tried to pull Dokueki back, she turned and shove the ref to the mat, prompting him to call for the bell!

~DING DING DING~

Andrew Payne: Now wait a minute!

Miranda Augustino: She can’t shove the ref!

Thea Crawford: Ladies and gentlemen! The winner of this match as a result of a disqualification...CALI-KATE!!

Andrew Payne: Wow! Well, that’ll do it. I got DQed in my first match, you know that?

Miranda Augustino: That shit was funny though! This? No!

Dokueki went back to Cali-Kate who had already rolled out of the ring to head up the ramp but the Poison Dragon followed her out, and grabbed the dazed woman, throwing her into the ring steps to the boos of the crowd. Arrogantly, Dokueki got back into the ring and threw her hands up in the air with an evil smile. As she did, Charlie Grace, still up on the stage, began walking down towards the ring.

Charlie climbs the steps and into the ring. She stands there, looking at Dokueki clapping politely. She moves to the ropes and receives a ring hand. She turns back to face Dokueki.

Charlie Grace: That was very impressive Dokueki. Very impressive indeed.

Dokueki turns, raising an eyebrow and looking at the woman. She takes a step forward, head tilted to the side as she looks Charlie over. She then walks a slow circle around the woman, looking her up and down, before taking a microphone of her own.

Dokeuki: Who… are… you? Why you step into the lair of Dragon? You wish to die?

Charlie held her hands out in a non-threatening manner.

Charlie Grace: Not at all. I’m not sure if you know me. But I am a manager for someone like you. A vicious, driven, wrestler. An actual living legend. I am here to offer you my services. I wish to help you.

Dokueki taps the microphone to her chin, the feedback squealing through the speakers. She grins, stepping up to Charlie and getting right in her face.

Dokueki: The Dragon is legend. Japan fears the Dragon. How do you help me? Explain.

Charlie doesn’t flinch, surprisingly. She just smirks.

Charlie Grace: Where you have a mind for violence, pain, and wrestling. I have one for business. I can help with contracts, bookings, the business end of this business. Leaving you to do what you do best.

Charlie motions around her to the ring.

Dokueki eyes Charlie for a moment, one black pupil, one white, searching the woman’s face. Looking for something no one else can see. Finally, she takes a step back, pacing around the ring.

Dokueki: In Japan, I was not defeated in singles competition. In America, I have lost only once. Danni Anderson. A name I will not forget.

Dokueki looks up the ramp, like she’s expecting someone to run down, but she turns back and continues.

Dokueki: In Japan, title meant nothing to me. But here… you can help Dragon get title. Make the Dragon a champion?

Charlie grins.

Charlie Grace: Dokueki, your name is spoken with reverence. You are literally legendary in Japan. I can do that for the rest of the world. I will help you get any title you want.

Dokueki flashes a smile, her white teeth bared in an almost snarl. The effect is unsettling to most, though Charlie doesn’t seem phased.

Dokueki: I will pay you. You will work for me. Not just in NFW. I will pay extra if you work wherever the Dragon works. Do you accept?

Dokueki steps forward, slowly lifting her hand to Charlie, the microphone down at her side. Charlie nods along with what Dokueki was saying.

Charlie Grace: The world is bigger than NFW, Dokueki. So yes, I accept.

Charlie takes Dokueki’s offered hand and shakes it. She then grabs her wrist and raises the hand into the air.

Andrew Payne: Wait, so Charlie Grace is gonna offer her services to the Dragon?

Miranda Augustino: Ayyyye, this oughta be interesante! Hey, I hope Katie baby’s okay.

Andrew Payne: I’m sure she’s fine.

Result: Disqualification

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Even those who had known Trenton Page for some time would be hard-pressed to recall a time or place when the young man from South Carolina looked this intense. Intensity looks very different depending on the wearer. On some, it can be mistaken for rage. On others, it appears cold and dispassionate. On Trenton, it is something else altogether. His match is still to come, yet already face and body glisten with perspiration as he stretches and moves in place like a man possessed. Worries about wearing himself out before the first bell are far from his mind, though; after two losses in two consecutive matches on Trauma, one against a highly-talented rookie and the other against a talented, well-traveled veteran, Trenton is feeling the desperation set in. He sees nothing but the match ahead, has no purpose other than to put down his opponent, Noha Leota, and take home his first win.

Tunnel vision. That is exactly what it is. And upon coming into the room and finding her husband in such a state, Hikaru Yamamoto-Page’s first reaction is one of serious concern. Such feelings grow when, despite her clearly moving through his direct line of sight, he does not move his eyes. Not even a smile. Such is unheard of.

Hikaru Yamamoto-Page: Tren-sama, this is too much. You have to let yourself rest and be loose before your match. There is no need to push so hard. You have… you have been training almost incessantly since the match was announced!

A few more reps with the resistance bands later, Trenton allows himself a few moments to breathe normally and to respond to his young wife. The results of the effort are clear, but whereas Hikaru (and most of the ladies and some of the gentlemen in the crowd) might let a smile slip out as they admire the body that Trenton works so hard for, the musician and model cannot see past her worry. And he notes this.

Trenton Page: I can’t take another loss, Karu-hime. Not three in a row. That there is curse territory. Coming back from that is something I do not think I can handle.

Wringing her hands a bit, Hikaru looks for something, anything, that she can say to reassure her husband. But then he picks up those bands again and it’s right back to the grueling pre-match regimen and more hand-wringing on Hikaru’s part.

Hikaru Yamamoto-Page: But you did win a match this past weekend! That counts for something, doesn’t it?!

It is clearly a grasp at a handful of straws, and the odds are not in Hikaru’s favor. Speaking between measured breaths, Trenton allows a slight shake of his head.

Trenton Page: I wish, but nope.

In, out… up, down… and the sweat begins to flow anew.

Trenton Page: Might mean something in that other place, but here in NFW? After showing up with some good momentum and a little bit of fanfare? I’ve disappointed twice. Runa Olsen? The lady has moves and skills to spare, but there is no way I should have lost to her given our respective levels of experience. Cali-Kate? That… is at least more understandable. She’s amazing in that ring. Only an idiot would say otherwise. But I could have beaten her! I know it!

The more agitated he gets, the more intense the stretching until, having no other options in her mind, Hikaru walks up behind him and tightly grabs him around the waist, pressing herself against his back. Trenton tries to keep going, but she squeezes tighter and, after a couple moments, Trenton sighs and lowers the bands.

Trenton Page: I can’t take three times in a row, Hikaru. I just can’t. I’m better than that.

Hikaru Yamamoto-Page: No one says you aren’t! And your career is not over if it happens! You can’t put everything you are on one match like this!

Trenton Page: If it’s the only way to push myself to win, Karu-hime, then yeah… I do. Otherwise, what am I even doing back in the ring?

Hikaru Yamamoto-Page: Because it is where you belong!

That much was very true. Trenton turns around, putting his arms around his young wife.

Trenton Page: This ain’t just making a living for my family. It ain’t just because I enjoy being in the ring either, though that’s a big part. If you ain’t making moves toward the pinnacle, trying to get some gold and all that comes with it… you’re either too young to know better or too old to care as much. I’m right in the middle there, princess: love, gold, glory… they go hand-in-hand for me in that ring.

Looking up into his eyes, Hikaru reaches up and cups his cheek. Finally, Trenton allows a proper smile.

Trenton Page: I’ll tone it down a little. For you. But once that bell rings? Noah Leota is going to learn just how much this business means to me… and he’s going to learn that the hard way. Might have to buy him a drink after the show to make amends, but he’s been in the game long enough to know how it works.

Leaning down to give his wife a reassuring kiss, but not letting it linger so long that it gets uncomfortable for those viewing, Trenton slips away. Hikaru, still concerned, still registers some relief as Trenton moves out of sight...

Singles Match

Trenton Page vs Noah Leota

Thea Crawford: The following contest is set for one fall! Introducing first, residing in Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 202 pounds… The New Spectacular One… NOAH LEOTA!

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

Andrew Payne: This young man is a newcomer like his opponent, at least to NFW, and has quite an upside if the stories I’ve heard are true.

Miranda Augustino: He’s got plenty of confidence and energy. That’ll serve him well.

Andrew Payne: He has also been pretty quiet. Considering how he’s holding himself tonight, my guess is that he was saving energy for the match, where it really matters.

Miranda Augustino: We’ll find out whether that’s the case in short order.

The song fades out and there’s brief silence before Thea brings up her mic again.

Thea Crawford: And now, introducing his opponent!

"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: Accompanied to the ring by Hikaru Yamamoto-Page, from Fairview, North Carolina and 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.

Andrew Payne: I’m kinda of two minds about Trenton Page, Miranda.

Miranda Augustino: How so?

Andrew Payne: The guy shows up with a decent amount of fanfare and is about as positive as they come. Like he has his thoughts and emotions in check, fully aware that he isn’t gonna blast his way to the top.

Miranda Augustino: And?

Andrew Payne: Two losses seemed to put him into a real funk. I mean, you saw him earlier tonight. Hikaru had to talk him down and I’m not sure she managed.

Miranda Augustino: Well, you heard him, didn’t you? This isn’t just something he does for love. It’s about pride, too. It’s about supporting his young family. If you don’t take what you do for a living seriously, you won’t get anywhere.

Andrew Payne: Fair point…

DING! DING! DING!

A brief touch of knuckles by the two young men before they lock up in a collar-and-elbow. Trenton appears to have the strength advantage and quickly snares Noah in a side headlock before transitioning into a hammerlock. Testing his smaller opponent’s wrestling skills, Trenton ducks an elbow, gets under Leota and brings him to the mat with a fireman’s carry, quickly putting that side headlock back on and arching his back, trying to push Noah into a pinning predicament. Noah is quick to force his way up, pulling Trenton into a headscissors. Page fights for a moment to twist his way out, eventually handstanding to do so. Noah kips up at almost the same time and fetches Trenton with a glancing enzuigiri to the side of the head! Staggered but not fallen, Trenton falls into the ropes but rebounds and comes at Leota with a clothesline! Spinning up the arm and into a crucifix, Noah throws his weight back and gets Trenton on his back and shoulders for a count of two!

Fighting his way free after breaking the pin, Trenton ducks a spin kick trips Noah up and pins him with a la magistral cradle for two! Noah retorts with an inside cradle but Trenton reverses at two and manages to hold Noah for a near-fall! Noah evades a jumping knee kick from Page and double-legs him, flipping over top of Page for another two before Trenton bridges out and turns it into a backslide! The two young men trade several pin attempts, most barely going past one before coming up at the same time with stereo kip-ups! A punch thrown at the same time from both men catches both, and the dropkicks follow suit! Another spin kick by Leota is thrown, ducked and Trenton tries a leg sweep that Noah hops over, landing on Trenton’s shoulders! Thinking fast, Page drops him to the mat with a sit-out powerbomb, holding on for a long two!

Noah seems dazed coming up from this, having no answer for a hard Irish whip into the buckles. Trenton brings him out after a running clothesline, delivering a scoop brainbuster for two. Further addled by the head shots, Noah still catches Trenton with a thrust kick that knocks Page into the ropes. From there, Leota sends Page into the corner and hits a beautiful handspring enzuigiri before throwing Page to the mat. A running shooting star press follows but isn’t quite enough for the three. On the outside, Hikaru registers considerable concern as Trenton is spiked with Leota’s Migraine Driver! A pin goes dangerously close to three but Trenton gets the shoulder up just in the nick!

Leota, impressed despite himself, nods and brings Trenton up, lighting up his chest with chops. Trenton, however, starts returning those blows, hitting a few unanswered thanks to his power advantage before almost sealing the deal with an Osaka Street cutter! Leota shows his own guts by kicking out at two. Heading for the ropes when Noah is halfway to his feet, Trenton tries for a springboard tornado DDT but gets thrown off! A thrust kick misses the mark but Noah’s Capped Off does not! Trenton rolls to the ropes after, making Leota work for the pin, and gets a foot on the ropes to save the match. Noah’s frustration starts to show and he lays the boots to Trenton before ascending to the top rope. The Spectacular Moonsault is delivered… and Noah lands right on Trenton’s raised knees! Staggering up with help from the ropes, Trenton turns a hurt Leota around and boots him in the midsection, cinching him in and delivering the Southern Sunset, bridging up and keeping Leota down for the one-two-three!

DING! DING! DING!

Thea Crawford: And the winner of the match via pinfall… TRENTON PAGE!

Page rises up to his knees, breathless but clearly pleased. Getting to his feet, he has his arm raised while Hikaru cheers on the outside. The fans seem pleased with the outcome too, a sentiment strengthened when Trenton shakes hands with Leota before leaving the ring.

Andrew Payne: Curse avoided!

Miranda Augustino: Oh, come on… you don’t believe in curses, do you?

Andrew Payne: Trenton sorta had me believing that it could happen earlier on. Guy has passion, Miranda. Can’t argue that

Result: Pinfall

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After a short commercial break, we return to the show where we find the camera backstage again. Once more, we see the picture of Griffin Hawkins and his family. The shrine that has been put together for them. Though the room is trashed, the pictures remain. Softly then, a set of footsteps is heard as a shadow looms over the pile of photos and magazine covers. A pair of black, leather heeled boots steps into the frame. The audience watching boos as a woman’s hand with a telltale scar on the back that looks like it came from a puncture wound, reaches down and picks up a magazine cover of Griffin Hawkins. The camera follows it as the magazine cover is lifted. Black leggings, a tattered denim skirt, a cropped G.H.B Worldwide t-shirt and a leather jacket. All black, until the blonde haired Angel Kusanagi is identified and the crowd boos louder. In her other hand is one of the candles. Angel looks around at the locker room and smiles. She closes her eyes in an odd sense of bliss before she begins to speak with subtitles at the bottom of the screen.

Angel Kusanagi: I am never one to say I told you so, Griffin-san. However...did I not tell you so? Did I not tell you that if you came seeking a fight with me, that you would not like what you find?

Angel grins, briefly switching to English as she quotes the movie Split.

Angel Kusanagi: Someone coming for yooouuuuu!

She giggles. An unhinged, deranged little noise from the Japanese woman, before switching back to her native tongue with subtitles.

Angel Kusanagi: That someone is me. I am the one who comes for you. You have seen the extent I am willing to go just to shake you up.

She looks around the room, almost as if she’s impressed with the carnage.

Angel Kusanagi: It worked. You cannot deny it. You can’t deny that I am in your head now. You have been telling people that I am running from you. No.

She shakes her head.

Angel Kusanagi: You can tell Cass Baumer, Molly Hatchet, shit, you can evel tell Rebel of Filth Parade that I am running from you. You could not be more wrong. I am controlling you, Griffin-san. You doubt my ability like everyone else yet here I stand with an unbeatable record in this company. I will forever be known as the longest reigning, NFW Women’s TV Champion. A title that I defended every week and only lost it because it was retired and replaced by a title that I failed to capture because my opponent, twice, was just a little bit sicker than I am. You, Griffin-san.

Angel shakes her head and scoffs in disappointment again.

Angel Kusanagi: You are not. I saw everything you said. You want to give the extreme another go? You wish to step into the realm of ultraviolence again? That is where you’ll get me. I told you we would fight on MY terms, Griffin Hawkins! Those are my terms.

Pause. Grin.

Angel Kusanagi: I understand that you are a fan of American Baseball, Griffin-san. As am I. I admit, most of the rest of here makes me sick...but I do appreciate the sport. Even more, I appreciate the potential for the tools used. Do you know how much damage a baseball bat can do to a human body?

She grins, licking her lips and bounces her eyebrows once.

Angel Kusanagi: Now imagine a baseball bat wrapped in barbed wire. Or imagine one with nails punched through it. Ah, wait! In the realm of the ultraviolence, we like to use light tubes. Those are damaging enough. Can you imagine a baseball bat with light tubes around it? Ask Rebel. I’m sure he knows what I mean. Baumer?

Angel shrugs dismissively.

Angel Kusanagi: She talks tough. She acts tough. She’s not. But back to you. Back to us. Back to baseball. You want me, Griffin-san? These are my terms: May 30th. You and I. Manifest Destiny. Home Run Derby Deathmatch. I’ll be waiting for your answer, Griffin-san. Until then….

She lifts the magazine cover and touches it to the candle in her hand, igniting the photo of Griffin. She lets the flame consume it before dropping it to the floor.

Angel Kusanagi: Hold your family close.

Angel blows out the candle and the screen goes black.

===MAIN EVENT===

Tag Team Match

The SBS vs Kawaii Trash Pandas Go!

Thea Crawford: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall...and it is our main event of the evening!

The arena darkens with the music starting at the same instant. At the 0:18 mark, the multicolored light effect seen in each girl's solo entrance kicks in and lights up the stage as Kaede Tanabe comes strutting out in one of her finest designer dresses. Shortly after, at 0:24, Kayako Kazama comes running through the curtain, all smiles, pumping her fist in the air.

Next comes Masami Nishikiyama, through the curtain wearing her tracksuit.

Next, Yuka Hirata emerges coolly, rolling her neck before coming to the center of stage, kneeling and performing a quick Wai Kru before slamming her fists on the stage and popping up and giving a yell.

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

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

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

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

Thea Crawford: Their opponents….

There is a MASSIVE response from the fans as "Karate" hits the system and on either side of the Tron, Risa and Arley are seen sliding down the rigging poles down to the ramp.

Thea Crawford: "From Lake Fenton, Michigan. Weighing in at a combined weight of two hundred and twenty pounds.."

Risa enthusiastically makes her way down the ramp, high fiving the fans and pressing her face against theirs while Arley skolled a juice box then got a laugh while she slammed the empty container against her forehead a few times. Arley quickly ran down the ramp, also high fiving fans as she passed.

Thea Crawford: "The team of SAITO RISA and ARLEY KIRK.."

While Risa leapt up onto the apron and through the top and middle rope, Arley sprung from the barricade to the apron and cartwheels over the top rope, landing in a roll, Risa rolling in the opposite direction and both leaping to opposing corners to roar enthusiastically at a popping crowd..

Thea Crawford: "They are KAWAII TRASH PANDAS GO!!!!!"

Risa executes a perfect moonsault to her feet while Arley executes a twisting somersault to her feet. The Trash Pandas meet in the middle and bump both of their fists together several times, the crowd joining in with their trademark phrases while their music starts to fade..

Saito Risa: "HAI GRRRL!!!!!"

Arley Kirk: "YUH GRRRL!!!!!"

One final POP arises from the NFW fans as they fist bump once more and "Karate" fades out while Risa and Arley play "Paper, scissors, rock".

~DING DING DING~

The bell rang it was Arley Kirk starting things off against Kayako Kazama. There was Kazama’s attempt at her adorable, yet deceitful handshake that she held out to Arley, head tilted to the side. Arley wasn’t having it though and smirked, with her chin up at Kayako - basically that “bitch why you lyin?” meme. Kayako put on a fake pout and wiggled her fingers at Arley. Arley finally acted like she was going to accept the handshake but oh, she knew better and jerked her hand back, swinging on Kayako.The gothic lolita of SBS dipped under Arley’s arm, and got behind her. As Arley spun around, Kayako raked the eyes and immediately started hammering away with Strong Style forearms to the jaw and boots to the midsection! She backed Arley into the corner and climbed up onto the middle turnbuckle starting a 10 punch combo but at 9, she stopped and dug at the eyes again until the ref got her to stop. Kayako jumped down and for the 10th hit, she nailed Arley with a headbutt which also rocked herself. She let out that adorable whine and held her head as she tagged in Yuka Hirata. Yuka came in and continued the corner assault before hitting an Irish Whip out of the corner but instead of letting Arley be run into her corner, she held onto her wrist and pulled her back in, stepping in and past her for a jumping rear Neckbreaker. Yuka kipped up to her feet and started talking trash to Risa, pointing to AK saying “look at your partner!” Her and Risa jawjacked a bit before Yuka ran back over and just Yakuza booted AK in the head as she got to all fours.

Yuka put the boots and stiff shots to Arley some more, periodically taunting RISA about it. Finally, she whipped Arley into the ropes but AK COMES OFF WITH A SPRINGBOARD CROSSBODY! Cover and a two count! Yuka was still up first and went after Arley again but the Suicide Blonde started fighting back, firing off with some straight nasty punches. Yuka was starting to get rocked but she found a brief burst to hit the ropes and come off with a stiff elbow but she missed, spun around and ate a chick kick from AK! This dropped Yuka and gave Arley time to fall to her knees and breathe before both girls started crawling for their tag partners. Yuka made the tag first and in came Kayako! She grabbed AK’s foot but Arley got the tag to RISA! The Super Tiger hopped the ropes and balled up her fists with an angry roar at Kayako. This wasn’t normal for RISA but she knew what it would do in this case. Kayako dropped Arley’s foot, squeaked and hauled ass back for her corner to tag back in the recovering Yuka but RISA caught her in a waistlock when Kayako realized Yuka wasn’t on the apron. RISA held onto Kayako, hitting a bridging German Suplex for a pinfall but Kaede Tanabe stepped up and yanked one of RISA’s feet out, causing her to fall and let Kayako get out of the pin. RISA sat up and immediately got out of the ring, getting up in Kaede’s face, cursing her in Japanese. Kaede, always the supermodel diva, flipped her hair back over her shoulder and stuck a hand up in RISA’s face, telling her “talk to it, bitch.” RISA slapped the hand out of her face and Kaede looked shocked before Masami Nishikiyama stepped in between them and bowed up on RISA. RISA stood her ground and Masami started pulling off her track jacket when RISA suddenly backed out of the way because HERE CAME ARLEY KIRK WITH A SUICIDE DIVE THROUGH THE ROPES!! The Suicide Blonde SMASHED into Masami, sending them both into the security barricade and broke that section in. Both girls went sprawling on the floor. RISA turned back towards the ring and Kayako Kazama came slingshotting over with a plancha down onto her next!

RISA and Kayako made it back into the ring and continued the match; Kayako using dirty tactics to try and stay on top of things but RISA could always take more than what the young, dirty wrestler had to deliver. She came right back with some deadly Strong Style and began to wear down Kayako with forearms and elbows. Kayako tried to come back with an eye rake to RISA before throwing some of her own Strong Style at her but when she went to capitalize with a German Suplex, RISA blocked, twisted behind her and hit a Dragon Suplex for a near cover. She tagged Arley Kirk back in to let AK get some of Kayako after that initial dirty opening and Kirk absolutely laid into her until she whipped Kayako into the ropes. Yuka Hirata hit a blind tag that the ref saw but Arley didn’t. Kayako must have felt it, however, because she dipped under AK’s attempt at a superkick and baseball slid out of the ring. Arley looked at Kayako, confused at first before it occurred to her what happened and she turned right into a flying knee from Yuka Hirata!! AK was rocked!! Yuka got her up and hit it! KIRISUTE GO--NO!!! Arley managed to drop behind Yuka and land on her feet! BACKSTABBER TO HIRATA!! Arley made it back to her feet and caught Yuka with a European Uppercut, comboed with an Orton Backbreaker, a leaping Neckbreaker then a run off the ropes for a Shooting Star Press but Yuka kicked out still after two! Arley climbed up onto the turnbuckle, calling for the Suicyclone but Kayako Kazama made it onto the apron and shoved Arley off and back to the mat! As both Kirk and Yuka were on the mat, Kayako called for Yuka to get up while RISA called for a tag. AK made it to her team mate just as Yuka got to her feet and the crowd exploded as RISA and Yuka finally got some of each other. Strong Style forearms being trade and just straight up, nasty brawling. RISA clearly had the slight advantage in tenure as a lot of her deliveries were smoother and better calculated but Yuka absolutely refused to stay down!

The finale came when Yuka and RISA were brawling out on the apron with RISA easily having the upper hand when she set Yuka up for Go The F*ck To Sleep on the apron but Kaede Tanabe ran over, waving her fan at RISA and yelling to her not to do it. RISA let go and Yuka slumped down to her knees on the apron as RISA and Kaede argued. The referee demanded Kaede back off and tried to coax RISA back into the ring. RISA obliged but as she reached down over the rope to pick Yuka up and possibly suplex her back inside, Yuka’d had enough rest time to hit a rope assisted enziguri to RISA, catching her in the head! RISA grabbed the rope, stunned from the kick and Yuka slingshotted herself over, catching RISA into a SLINGSHOT DDT!!! Cover! The referee drops for the count as Yuka hooks the leg furthest from the ropes.

ONE!

Wait! RISA gets her foot on the ro--NO! Kaede shoves it off and holds that foot down to the mat!

TWO!

Referee doesn’t see it due to her position! Arley Kirk starts to get in the ring but Kayako makes it over and yanks her off the apron before scurrying off! Doesn’t even hit her!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Kaede immediately lets go of RISA’s foot and goes into a celebration as Yuka rolls off of RISA, likely not even realizing how she won. She just holds her hands up above her, in front as she lays on the mat.

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

Kayako runs into the ring to celebrate with Yuka as she sits up and RISA rolls out of the ring to meet up with Arley Kirk. Arley explains what happened and RISA is well aware.

Andrew Payne: Well, they won the match but it certainly wasn’t clean!

Miranda Augustino: No, the hell it wasn’t!

As RISA waits for the referee to bring her the Luchacore Championship, Yuka has a look of realization on her face and quickly slides out of the ring, intercepting the ref to snatch the belt out of her hands! RISA and Arley Kirk start protesting until Yuka gets back in the ring and calls for a mic. The looks of disgust and realization on their faces show as they realize what Hirata is doing. Yuka gets a mic and holds the title up beside her head.

Yuka Hirata: Oi!!!! RISA-san!!! Kore wa anata no monodesu yo ne?

She tosses the Luchacore Title down to RISA who catches it and glares up in the ring at the hot headed rookie Joshi. Yuka switches to English.

Yuka Hirata: You hold onto it, eh? Because...at Manifest Destiny...I’m coming for THAT![/i][/b]

She points at the belt in RISA’s hands. The crowd roars in a mix of cheers and boos. Cheers for the fact that they’re going to have a Luchacore Title match. Boos from those who don’t think Yuka earned it properly but she throws two middle fingers to the crowd as “Senbonzakura” plays over the P.A system to close out the show.

Andrew Payne: Yuka Hirata just challenged RISA for the Luchacore Championship at Manifest Destiny! Holy crap!

Miranda Augustino: Oh I can’t wait to see that one. Yuka realizes it’s a hardcore match, right?

Andrew Payne: We’ll find out, I guess but that’s all the time we have this week! For Miranda Augustino, I’m Andrew Payne! So long and we’ll see you next week!

Result: Pinfall

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