Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Nov 12, 2018 13:33:38 GMT -8
~LET ME HEAR YOU SCREAM!~
The N*FW opening rolls, highlighting the big names of the company. Afterwards, the camera opens up on the inside of the arena, showing the energetic crowd. Pyro goes off all around the stage before the enormous NFW logo lights up. At the top of the screen, the text appears....
[TACOMA, WASHINGTON]
HANSON
"GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! WELCOME TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING!! I'm Nick Hanson and I'm joined by my broadcast partners -- yes, plural this time -- James Reynolds and Matt Klazzic!"
REYNOLDS
"Matt? What the hell are you still doing here?"
HANSON
"Jim!"
KLAZZIC
"It's quite alright, Nick. And don't you worry about me, James Reynolds. I'm here to sit with you gentlemen and call some fine wrestling action!"
Finally, the camera cuts to the announce table, displaying the three men. Nick Hanson sits in the middle, neatly groomed with his short blonde hair combed and his grey suit pressed. To his right, James Reynolds looks a little more casual in an all black wardrobe of jeans, t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He's even leaning back in his chair as opposed to the other two who sit up straight and actively engage the camera. To Nick Hanson's left, sits Matt Klazzic. Matt wears a neat white suit with a black shirt, as well as his new silver and black mask, as well as the announcer's headset.
REYNOLDS
"Even on commentary, you're a fucking tool. Jesus...."
HANSON
"Anyway! Moving on! Matt, would you like to do the honors?"
KLAZZIC
"Absolutely, Nick! Thank you!"
REYNOLDS
"You look like fucking Steve Corino when he was cutting commentary for Ring of Honor as Mr. Wrestling 3."
HANSON
"For God's sake, Jim!!!! Look up professional in the dictionary and strive towards it!! Anyways, Matt. Please, continue. I apologize for him."
KLAZZIC
"No worries, Jim. I don't concern myself with the opinions of ignoramouses."
James Reynolds sits up in his chair.
REYNOLDS
"The fuck did you just call--?!"
KLAZZIC
"Well we hope you're set for great action, folks! As always, tonight, we'll be kicking things off with the Television Championship! Once again, Buzzsaw has issued the open challenge to anyone who wants a shot at the title! We'll find out who will answer in a few moments! After that: tournament season continues with more first round matches for the Queen of the Ring and Battle of the Juniors AND, we're kicking off Tag Team Wars! The winner of this tag team tournament, as you can probably guess, will face the Tag Team Champions -- Ultra-Violence -- at WrestleWar. And last but certainly not least, we have our main event. The Unwanted and the ladies of The Renegades meet again, however this time Mia Hayashi will be in her tournament match so!!! We get the return of Angel Kusanagi! Don't miss it!"
REYNOLDS
"You better believe The Renegades are gonna be out for her blood after that trickery she pulled last week."
HANSON
"You're probably right Jim, but with that said, let's take it to ringside!"
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After Buzzsaw made his entrance, the Dominion of Pain member stood in the center of the ring with the TV Championship displayed proudly on his shoulder, watching the stage, silently....
HANSON
"Well, who's it gonna be guys?"
KLAZZIC
"I haven't the slightest clue, Nick."
REYNOLDS
"God, listen to this crowd. It's like the entire Pacific Northwest went mute."
That all changed when the familiar, almost iconic sound of Jim Johnston's "Green Mist" suddenly picked up throughout the arena and got the crowd off their feet with a surprised pop of approval.
HANSON
"WHOOAAAA!!!"
REYNOLDS
"HOOOOOOLY CRAP!!!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"AM I HEARING THINGS?! WE'RE ABOUT TO SEE TWO BUZZSAWS COLLIDE, GENTLEMEN!!!"
Outside of the ring, Roger Arden took the microphone again and announced:
ARDEN
"Aaaaaand introducing the challenger!! Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds...from Tokyo, Japan...YOSHIHIROOOOOOOOO TAAAAAAJIIIIRIIIIIIIII!!!!"
As Roger Arden's words filled the arena, Yoshihiro Tajiri appeared on the stage, moving in his trademark, almost stalker-esque walk. His focused gaze locked right down at Buzzsaw in the ring -- a familiar face to him -- and his lips curled up into a mischievous smile of anticipation. Upon reaching the ring, he climbed to the top turnbuckle, staring down at Buzzsaw for a moment. Finally, he lifted his head and sprayed the air with his trademark green mist before rolling forward off of the turnbuckle and onto the mat.
CROWD
"HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!"
HANSON
"Oh man, this is gonna be good!"
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In another shocking display, Buzzsaw defeated Yoshihiro Tajiri, in 2:09, by delivering a snap roundhouse kick to his face, causing the referee to call for a stop to the match, therefore retaining the Television Championship. Nothingface's "Make Your Own Bones" played, as Buzzsaw took his title belt and silently made his way up the ramp without so much as looking back.
KLAZZIC
"That is a dangerous man, guys!"
HANSON
"You don't need to tell us, Matt! We are well aware!"
REYNOLDS
"You know something? I don't think this guy's dropping that title anytime soon! We know he can be beat. We've seen it done. But it's like, you put his gold on the line and he becomes a completely different man!"
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The scene opens as the camera sees the back of the arena.. and we see a car go by immediately the camera zooms in on the car... As the camera follows the car, the car which is a 2019 Ford Flex that has been decked out from top to bottom...It says "Steele" in plain white letters on the back window.. its decked out in red and black splattered paint job.. Sitting on 24' inch rims with all four tires being from Goodyear..also has a spare tire on the rack in the back with the tire cover on and it has a skull on it...and on the inside its all black leather and of course we see that when none other than Ryan Steele and Sabastian Riley Young get out of the car... the camera also spots the sound system.. which is an in-dash 8 disc cd changer with Pandora and Iheartradio connection standard....The seats are red velvet covers with "Ryan" imprinted on the driver seat headrest in black lettering...the back e1seats are bench style backseats.. and the camera spots two rows of backseats.. as the door almost closes on the camera Ryan And Sabastian are talking.. "Man. What are our Renegade buddies gonna think of us now?" Sabastian asks.. as Ryan gets to an answer.. Ryan's phone rings..."Hello" Ryan says.."Yes, This is him" as he answers the unknown voice.."Ok.. ill call you later man" "Who was that? Asks Sabastian.. "Oh.. just a college buddy that i know...... I didnt recognize the voice at first man... He's changed... " Ryan responds "So you know this person..?" Sabastian asks questioning... "Yes i do actually.. he might be our back up plan if the Renegades get pissed at us...." Ryan responds.."
"Well why dont we go back to being in the actual group.. ? Sabastian asks.. "Cause buddy, thats Plan A.. and Plan B is my back up plan.. " Ryan sounding very confident in his response.."So.. you're thinking one of these plans will work right?" Sabastian asks confused .."Yes buddy.." Ryan says as we see them approach the locker room area.. Sabastian asks Ryan..."Are you ready for this? What do you think they'll say?" Sabastian acting very nervous "We already a part of the group.. we are just gonna go back to the way we started.. i think they'll like that idea.. and besides if we can help the group get the World Title plus get our titles back.. i think we might have a Renegade party at the Steele residence.....What do you say?"" Ryan Asks "I've been to your house numerous times...and ive bunked on your couch numerous times.... so thats nothing new to me... " Sabastian responds "Ok.. how about you sleep out in the arena.. on the ring floor....?" Asks Ryan as he is seen opening the Renegades locker room door
Scene closes as the locker room door shuts....
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In a first round, Queen of the Ring, matchup, Lara Blackheart defeated Candice LaRae, by pinfall in 11:27, after delivering the Coma White and covering her for the pinfall.
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*In the backstage interview area, we see Josh Davidson.*
"Allow me introduce my guests at this time...," Davidson starts before Archer and Smith come charging into the interview area, pushing Davidson to the side and grabbing the mic. Archer grabs a small plastic water bottle from his pocket as he and Smith look intently into the camera, Smith grabbing and placing Davidson in a small headlock.
"Fallen? We get you two tonight in that ring. You want to go with KES, you mess with the best. Tonight Fallen, you learn two things after stepping in the ring with KES. One, killer bomb. Two, EVERYBODY DIES!!!" Archer yells before taking a swig from the water bottle and spitting into Davidson's face as he and Smith storm out of the interview area laughing and the camera scrolling down to Davidson on the floor still collecting himself and reaching for someone to give him a towel.
"Ok, Archer spit on me, does that mean I need to go to a clinic or something?" Davidson asks confused as the camera fades to black.
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In the first match for the Tag Team Wars tournament, Killer Elite Squad defeated The Fallen, by pinfall in 16:22 when Lance Archer pinned Sabastian Young after he and Davey Boy Smith Jr, delivered the Killer Bomb, advancing them into the quarter finals.
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*The backstage cameras pick up a confident Connor K, dressed in something in outfit that was probably raided from an NBA player's wardrobe closet, pulling a spinner and a pair of headphones around his neck. As he walks, he nods at people in the back who call him and gives them a nod and a point as he walks towards the locker room area.*
"Well, look at you. Nice to see that some things don't change," a voice yells from off-camera.
Connor stops and turns to his left and sees one of the road agents, with a headset and a walkie-talkie in his hand. The two shake hands as the agent sizes him up for a moment.
"You've come a long way, son. Before, not only were you having trouble arriving to the shows on time, you were coasting in that ring. Now look at you, you've got a spot in the Juniors tourney AND you've got a future match with Minoru Suzuki. What changed, man?" the agent asks.
"Nothing man, I just got an earful from my mama. She told me that I could and need to do better or else she'd pull me off the road. I don't wanna stay home and do shitty indy shows the rest of my life, you know?" Connor says sheepishly.
"I know I got that dude Crimson...what...Sabre, right? The man's a legend in that ring. I need to get my shit together before I step up tonight. Hoping to go long and far in this tourney so I can show people my shit and show them all that I ain't afraid of a legend's rep, not Sabre's and DEFINITELY not Suzuki's," Connor says.
"Yeah, about Suzuki? You sure you ready for him one-on-one, though? I saw him rolling around in warmups with Despy in the ring and that dude can really go at his age," the agent says.
"I ain't worried about him or his bitches. Someone needed to step up and say 'what's up' to his face instead of runnin' around scared and shit. That's how he gets you. He's nothing but a punk-ass bully, no more, no less. I don't need my mama stepping in and fighting my fights for me. I got this, and I got Sabre tonight. So if we cool, I roll. Dig?" Connor says confidentally, awaiting a response but doesn't get one.
"Alright, Later," Connor says as he raises the handle on his spinner and continues walking on his way, with the camera slowly panning back to the road agent shaking his head.
"Dude's fucking crazy...," the agent says as the camera fades to black.
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In a first round match for Battle of the Juniors, Crimson Sabre defeated Connor K, by pinfall in 13:30, after hitting a Dragonrana.
REYNOLDS
"Oh look, another psycho from the Dominion moves on...."
KLAZZIC
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed myself. But Connor K certainly did put it all out there! The man's gonna get his due before too long!"
HANSON
"He's definitely got the heart, I'll say."
KLAZZIC
"The man's got the eye of the tiger, Nick Hanson!"
Hanson laughs in amusement.
REYNOLDS
"You did not just reference a fucking Rocky movie...."
KLAZZIC
"What's wrong with Rocky?"
REYNOLDS
"Those are the dumbest goddamn movies ever made!"
HANSON
"Hey hey whoaaaaa whoa, Jim. Even I might have to fight you there."
KLAZZIC
"You're lucky I'm a gentleman, James Reynolds. Otherwise, I'd pop you one right in the kisser!"
REYNOLDS
"Jesus fuck, you're weird!"
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"Ok, I give up. What the hell did I do to deserve this matchup?" Mia Hayashi whined, practically stomping into the locker room like a moody child. She was dressed for her match, with black nylon shorts under a lacy black dress meant to look like Misty Day from American Horror Story. "LeeAnn? SERIOUSLY? She's twice my age and can still probably break me in two within five minutes. Who's booking this shit???"
"Will you relax?" Adrianna Salvatore said from her seat on the bench. The camera panned out to catch both her and Mia in the frame as the Women's Champion slid a kneepad up over one leg. She, too, was already in her gear for the show -- her usual two piece outfit, with boots and kickpads and simple hand tape around her hands. "She can't break you if she can't get her hands on you." She finished adjusting the kneepad and stood up from the bench. This movement towards Mia brought Angel Kusanagi into frame -- the third addition to the Unwanted seen kneeling in the background in the middle of what looked like some meditative stance, with her back to the camera. At first, Adrianna focused on Mia, taking her by the shoulders. "Look, she's like an Aunt to me, but that doesn't mean I'm not rooting for you. Is she dangerous, still? Hell yeah. But you're quick on your feet. Use it to your advantage, Mouse...." Here, Adrianna gave Mia an adoring, semi-flirtacious pinch on her cheek before she looked in the direction of Angel. "...How long is she gonna sit like that?"
"No idea." Mia said, tilting her head to the side as she stared at Angel. "She is creepy as hell sometimes. I'm just glad she's with us, you know?" She turned, looking back at Adrianna. "Oh, going back to my original concern. So, just remember if your favorite face ends up broken and bruised, blame your auntie dearest."
Adrianna rolled her eyes as if she thought her friend was overreacting. "Alright, how about this? If she beats you up too bad, I'll give you a niiiice little full body massage to rub out all the aches and kinks." Adrianna grinned mischievously with an obvious hint of dark, sultriness to in her eyes. "Sound good?"
".......bitch, you are seriously the Kevin Spacey of wrestling." Mia said with a half amused, half frustrated smirk. She looked at Angel again, shaking her head. "I feel like if she'd just watch porn and rub one out maybe she wouldn't need all this meditation stuff, you know?"
Biting her lip, Adrianna grinned teasingly at Mia. She wasn't giving up yet! For now, however, she turned with her friend to look upon Angel. "Don't look at me to convince her. I don't think she understands a word I've said to her. Uhhh...Angel...san?" Adrianna called out, obviously not exactly fluent in Japanese language or ethics. "...Umm...genki?" She said, before looking and whispering to Mia. "Did I get that right?"
Suddenly, Angel seemed to finish up with her meditation. The woman pushed herself up to her feet, and turned to approach Mia and Adrianna, revealing she, too, was dressed in her gear which was essentially the same as her previous tenure under her old manager, except with more purple added with the black. Stopping to stand between the two, the mostly silent woman slowly looked back and forth between them. "Konya...Candi to Serena...jibun no chi de nyuuyoku shima su...so shite, watashitachi ha amai ni mimi o namane ke masu...arera ha kurushimi de naku you ni...." Upon finishing her words, the woman's pale, yet still lovely face twisted into a rather unnerving grin that bordered on the lines of insanity. The bright blue contacts in her eyes only serving to make it even more eerie.
Standing with her tattoo covered arms crossed, Adrianna lifted one eyebrow and simply turned to Mia for a translation.
Mia, bless her soul, just stared at Angel, blinking, before looking back at Adrianna. "Reader's Digest version? Blood, guts, KILL KILL KILL, essentially Frost and Broduer are more fucked than Lara's porno friends."
Adrianna gave an almost comical grimace of confusion as she looked from Mia to Angel...then up at nothing in particular. "So like The Accused, dubbed over with a Cannibal Corpse soundtrack. Right." She gave a half-hearted thumbs up before snatching up a black t-shirt and putting it on before handing the other to Angel since the two didn't have their match until later. However, they weren't going to let Mia go out by herself, so: represent! This new t-shirt was stylized like an old west bounty poster, displaying what looked like mugshots of the three girls: Mia, Adrianna and Angel in that order with the single word "UNWANTED" etched out above their heads and "By All" underneath. Angel examined hers first before finally conceding and donning the garment. Finally, Adrianna stepped behind Mia and clapped her hands on her shoulders, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "You got this, Mighty Mouse." Adrianna said, sincerely, before she and Angel moved passed the camera, following Mia out of the locker room....
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For the second Queen of the Ring match of the night, Mia Hayashi was accompanied to the ring by Angel Kusanagi and Adrianna Salvatore. While Mia performed her usual entrance, Adrianna deviated from her turnbuckle headbang and gave the entire ring to her friend. Pointing to Mia and giving words of encouragement that were inaudible to the viewers, Adrianna moved to the announce table as Angel calmly moved to stand by Mia's corner. Setting up the Women's Championship on the table, Adrianna donned a headset and sat down beside James Reynolds.
HANSON
"Well well! Look's like we've got another guest! Hey there, champ!"
SALVATORE
"Hello, Nick...Matt...Jim."
REYNOLDS
"See this guys? She wanted to sit next to *me!* How's it going, there, miss?"
We see James Reynolds moving his hand like he's about to lay it on Adrianna's shoulder.
SALVATORE
"You lay one finger on me and I'll feed you your arm."
Reynolds, as casual as he can, feigns stretching his arms out and brings them back to the table in front of him.
REYNOLDS
"I uhh...was just stretching."
KLAZZIC
"The last thing you need, James, is a sexual harrassment lawsuit."
HANSON
"He's got two pending already."
KLAZZIC
"Oh my...."
REYNOLDS
"Thanks for airing my dirty laundry, jackass!"
Several moments later, after LeeAnn Viskan entered the ring and the match was well underway, it was clear that Mia Hayashi was outclassed but refused to go out easily. Nonetheless, Adrianna Salvatore watched the match intently as she sat at the announce table.
HANSON
"So, Adrianna, if you don't mind me asking; what are your thoughts on Mia's promise last week? She said she will forefeit her title shot if she wins this tournament."
SALVATORE
"I hope I can talk her out of it, to be honest."
HANSON
"Really? Why's that?"
SALVATORE
"Look at her, right now."
Adrianna gestures towards the ring before the camera cuts to show Mia Hayashi mounting an impressive counter-offense against LeeAnn Viskan.
SALVATORE
"She's a fighter. She's a warrior. She's definitely not the biggest girl in the division but she's got more spunk than several of us combined."
REYNOLDS
"You don't take her words as an insult?"
SALVATORE
"What?"
REYNOLDS
"Well, think about it: she said if she wins, she'll forefeit her shot because her best friend -- that being you -- is having one hell of a run and she isn't gonna interrupt it. It almost sounds like she's saying if she *did* face you for the title that you wouldn't be able to beat her."
KLAZZIC
"Oh come on. You're just instigating, now, James Reynolds!"
REYNOLDS
"No, think about it! It makes sense!"
SALVATORE
"I know you like to stir shit up, a little Jim, but you'd have better luck with someone else. You already got put on your ass once when you tried to instigate between Marissa and Morgan. You try that shit with *me*? I'll put you through this fucking table."
REYNOLDS
"...Fair enough."
SALVATORE
"Yeah, fair enough. C'mon Mia."
The last part, being said to herself mostly as she watched Mia in the ring.
After 9:48, however, Mia Hayashi finally succumbed to the exprience of LeeAnn Viskan when she was forced to tap out to the Chemical Wedding, advancing Viskan into the quarter finals. Looking sympathetic, Adrianna retrieved her title and stood up from the chair.
REYNOLDS
"Well, looks like you won't have to worry about that scenario for awhile! How about LeeAnn Viskan? You got any qualms about facing someone who's practically like family?"
KLAZZIC
"Have some class, James!"
HANSON
"Yeah, knock it off."
Adrianna Salvatore stared down at James Reynolds coldly, removing her headset and flinging it at him. As he fumbled with it, she grabbed his bottle of water and dumped it over his head before tossing the bottle and moving to help Mia out of the ring.
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The camera opens up backstage where we start with a closeup on Josh Davison, looking calm and relaxed for once, indicating he's actually comfortable with whoever it is he's inevitably interviewing. He smiles professionally at the camera, holding the mic at the ready from the start of the shot.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Josh Davison, here. I hope everyone's been enjoying the show, thus far. As you know, we're well into what some have started calling New Frontier Wrestling's "tournament season", having finished the Vlad Blackheart Memorial. We're also two weeks into the Queen of the Ring and Battle of the Juniors *and* this week, we kick off Tag Team Wars. Two of those tournaments will crown the number one contenders to a championship match at WrestleWar -- however -- I'd like to back up and talk about Battle of the Juniors. *That* particular tournament will crown the re-instated Junior Heavyweight Champion. With that being said, I'm standing here with one of the competitors in that tournament. He's got his first round match up, here tonight. Ladies and gentlemen: Vincent Stone. Welcome Vince; how are you feeling tonight?"
The camera pans out, revealing Vincent Stone standing next to Josh Davison; already in his ring gear, ready to go. "Thanks, Josh. I'm feeling pretty good. About as good as one could expect, anyway." Tonight, he's back in his original black with white accented gear; also wearing another variation of his 'Come Get Your Kicks' t-shirt, with a solid stencil of himself behind the words, in the middle of delivering one of his kicks that fans usually see in his matches. For once, he is without any kind of headwear; his hair is, instead, long enough now to be slicked back for the time being. He checks the wrist tape on one hand as he rolls the wrist, looking anxious for his match later.
"You certainly look ready for tonight." Josh says, nodding. "I can see if in your body language. You are pumped for this tournament!"
Stone nods, taking a few seconds to hop from one foot to the other, loosening up. "That's an understatement, Josh. I've been ready for this moment ever since I set foot into NFW. I know we're well into the company's re-inception. By the time this tournament's over, it'll have been back for eleven months; but each and every wrestler that signed with New Frontier Wrestling ws promised an opportunity so long as they put forth the effort. I understand them focusing on the Heavyweight division first. I understand them focusing on establishing the Tag Team division. Hell, I was one half of the first Mixed Tag Team Champions -- a point in my career that I will never scoff at. But *this* is what I've been waiting for. An opportunity to shine on my own. This is *my* opportunity, and you better believe that I'm gonna make the most of it. I *will* make it to WrestleWar on January 28th and I *will* leave there as the NFW Junior Heavyweight Champion!"
"You've certainly got a lot of people pulling for you to go all the way." Josh says. "In fact, you're among the top five picks as to who will walk away from WrestleWar with the championship. But we both know it's not gonna be a walk in the park."
"I wouldn't expect it to be, Josh." Stone says, shaking his head with a look of amusement on his face. "This tournament is to essentially crown the best Junior Heavyweight in NFW. They filled the brackets with those that have contracts, but there were still empty spots. So what did Commissioner Brody do? He reached out to other promotions for the best Juniors there are. This is gonna be a fight. This is gonna be a battle. It's gonna be a *lot* of battles." He says with a smirk. "This is gonna be a war. We're gonna come at each other with everything we've got and believe me; I know there are people out there that roll their eyes at the smaller guys. We're not the biggest. We're not the strongest. But it's because of that underestimating that we've got the biggest hearts in this business. With this tournament, we're gonna help put Junior Heavyweight wrestling back in the spotlight!"
"Call me biased, but I have to say if anyone can do it, it'll be NFW's guys. Now, not to get completely off topic here, Vince, but I wanted to touch on something people have been wondering: as everyone saw at the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Finals, and they can obviously see now -- you're not carrying one of those Mixed Tag Team Championships. Kicks And Stones were defeated on October 26th where you lost the titles to LeeAnn Viskan and the Crimson Sabre. Now, LeeAnn Viskan has extended an offer. She has publicly stated on her team's behalf, that you and your tag partner, Erin Mercer, are welcome to a rematch. We've yet to hear anything from either of you on that matter. Can you, by any chance, put the issue to bed?"
Stone nods with another, smaller smirk. "We've talked about it, yeah. It's definitely on our agenda. I mean, who'd turn down a rematch offer? An offer from the champs, themselves? Erin and I had the most fun in the ring than we've had as Kicks And Stones in a long time against those two. That's not to say we took them lightly. We threw everything we had them. So, best believe, we *are* coming for that rematch and when we do, we're gonna have a hell of a lot more to dish out."
"Now, an interesting fact there; you're going through a sort of learning process. You're picking up tips to expand your own repertoire, for lack of a better word. The one helping you with that, interestingly enough, is Crimson Sabre and LeeAnn Viskan's colleague. I'm speaking of the Television Champion, Buzzsaw."
Stone chuckles with amusement, nodding. "Never look a gift horse in the mouth, Josh. If there's one thing that I know, it's that you never stop learning. You can always pick up something new in this business. When Buzzsaw, of all people, extended the offer, you can probably guess that I was like a kid on Christmas. We're about the same age, but I was still watching wrestling on TV when he was kicking ass. To have one of your peers that inspired you to do this offer to help you hone your technique? That's like a gift from above. And believe me, Buzzsaw was the first one to sit down with me, we watched that match over and he said 'see that? Look there. That's where you fucked up.' A smart wrestler learns from their mistakes and believe me: I'm a fast learner."
"Well, we look forward to that rematch when it does come, but I know you're focused on this tournament. Back on that subject, let's talk about your first round match." Josh Davison says, casually adjusting his tie. "You're stepping into the ring with a man who certainly has his own successful track record in professional wrestling. He actually faced your peer and latest mentor, last week and while he was unsuccessful, a lot of people are say---oh. Well...." Josh Davison stops short as something off screen distracts both him and Vincent Stone. Josh looks a little worried while Stone straightens his posture and loses his smile, in exchange for a more serious 'all business' expression.
Offscreen we hear a slow clapping get louder and closer before a muffled chuckle can be heard. Muffled as if it's coming from underneath a mask. A moment later, the source appears, being revealed as none other than El Desperado. He, too, is dressed in his ring gear with a black, sleeveless Suzuki-Gun t-shirt in place of his mariachi jacket. "Veen-sentu Ston-u...." He says, coming to pace back and forth as he sizes Stone up before stopping directly in front of him. They are practically the same height, given an inch or so on Stone's side.
"Ana ta ha tadashii, risuto o motsu monodesuka?" El Desperado asks with a mocking tone to his voice. "Ana ta ha sekai ga teikyou shite i ru saikou no resuringu o shitai desu." He leans in a little, getting his masked face right up into Stone's. The camera slowly zooms in, focusing on Stone's expression that lacks any amusement. El Desperado's eyes have a glint of excitement in them, despite his demeanor remaining cool and collected. "Tsuma ri...shi haana tano risuto ni, u desuka?" El Desperado chuckles. "Sumi masen." He says, stepping back to give Stone his personal space. "O sora ku shi ga gen tte i ru tango o rikai shite i nai, ana ta desuka? Shinpai shinai ide." El Desperado says, reaching out to clasp a hand on Stone's shoulder. "Konya, shi haana tano negai o ataeru deshou. Ana ta haana tano oshiri ha saikou noni yo tte ke ra rema su." El Desperado lifts his hand up from Stone's shoulder and moves to patting the side of his face in a demeaning fashion. He pats once...twice...but on the third time, Stone's hand shoots up and catches him by the wrist. Stone pulls him in to get back in his face. A fire burning within his eyes as he stares El Desperado down and shoves his hand away. Laughing, then, El Desperado lifts his hands in mock-submission and steps back. "Ooooohh!!" He says, laughing as he moves off screen where his laughter can be heard continuing down the hallway. Vincent Stone turns, watching him go with a calm, collected rage on his face as the shot fades to black....
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In another first round match for the Tag Team Wars tournament, the Golden Lovers defeated the New Day, by pinfall in 20:01, when Kenny Omega delivered the One Winged Angel to Kofi Kingston while Kota Ibushi kept Xavier Woods from sliding into the ring to try and break up the pin.
To the delight of the crowd, however, the inter-brand rivals showed a display of good sport, garnering a laugh from the audience by exchanging martial artist bows before Kenny Omega mimicked a Cody from Street Fighter V pose.
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In the next first round match for Battle of the Juniors, El Desperado certainly proved that he was the more experienced and slightly quicker of the two between himself and Vincent Stone. Having an answer for nearly everything that Stone tried to throw at him, he kept the upper hand for more than the first half of the match.
Perserverence paid off, however, as Stone continued to dish out everything he had, eventually pulling out his kicks which had a notable ferocity and "snap" to them, compared to his kicks seen in previous matches. El Desperado finally looked to be worn down but still proved to be a tough opponent.
HANSON
"Listen to those kicks! They've got a little extra pop to them!"
KLAZZIC
"You can tell this man's been working hard on improvement! Let's go Stone!"
REYNOLDS
"Working hard, my ass. He sold his soul to the devil that is Buzzsaw of the Dominion of Pain. He's gonna break something on Despy if he isn't careful!"
HANSON
"Like you actually care what happens to a member of Suzuki-Gun."
REYNOLDS
"Hey, I don't hate Suzuki-Gun. They just worry me everytime they come out! El Desperado's one of the best juniors in the world, and if Stone keeps kicks like those up, he's gonna rob of us of quality entertainment in the future!"
Moments later, while El Desperado was mounting another counter-offense on Vincent Stone, he finally nailed the man with a kick to the midsection and positioned him for the Pinche Loco.
REYNOLDS
"AWWWWW, IT'S PINCHE LOCO TIME!!!!!"
HANSON
"El Desperado's about to chalk Vincent Stone's name off of the bracket and land himself into the quarterfinals!"
KLAZZIC
"No, wait!!! He slipped out!!"
As El Desperado was hooking the arms, Stone slipped free and backed up just enough to deliver a high kick across El Desperado's face with a loud *SMACK*
CROWD
"OHHHHHHH!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"MYYYY GOD!!!!! DID--YOU--HEAR--THAT?!"
REYNOLDS
"I THINK HE BROKE HIS NECK WITH THAT ONE!"
HANSON
"I HEARD IT, MATT!!! NOW, LISTEN TO THIS!!!"
As Hanson exclaimed, Vincent Stone grabbed the staggering El Desperado and hooked his head, quickly drawing his thumb across his throat.
CROWD & KLAZZIC
"FINISH HIM!!!!!!"
Vincent Stone clutched El Desperado's wrist, hooked the leg, hoisted him up and---
HANSON
"Here it comes!!!!!
REYNOLDS
"DESPY!!!"
KLAZZIC
"FATALITY!!!!!!!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
At 17:11, the bell sounded and Crossfade's "Starless" kicked on over the speakers as Vincent Stone rolled, exhausted, onto his back, laying prone next to El Desperado who was just as motionless as he was.
HANSON
"Well, you can like it or hate it, but whatever those tips were from Buzzsaw, they're definitely paying off!! Vincent Stone is going to the quarter finals of Battle of the Juniors! He's one step closer to his goal of winning his first singles title!!"
REYNOLDS
"Can someone calm Matt Klazzic down?"
The camera cut back to the announce table to show Matt Klazzic, who had temporarily thrown his headset off, cheering with the crowd, leading them in a "STONE! STONE! STONE! STONE!" chant.
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Upon cutting back to ringside after a commercial break, the arena was immediately filled with the sound of New Year Day's "Anthem of the Unwanted" while the lights immediately dimmed and began flashing a dull white.
HANSON
"And here we go, folks! Time to wrap this night up with a bang!"
KLAZZIC
"There's nothing I love more than some classic tag team action, Nick Hanson!"
REYNOLDS
"I'm with the two of you on that one. I just have to wonder whether or not the champ is gonna be able to fulfill her promise, tonight!"
As the pre-match bell sounded and Roger Arden took to the microphone, the silhouettes of Adrianna Salvatore and Angel Kusanagi - once more in her hooded, knee length fighter's robe - appeared on stage through the curtain. For a brief moment, the two stood side by side at the top of the ramp; Adrianna remaining perfectly still while Angel bounced on her toes like a fighter, shaking her fists at her side. While Angel made a focused, beeline for the ring, leaving the extended hands of fans to brush the sleeves of her robe, Adrianna gave her usual half-hearted attempt at touching what hands she could as she followed right behind Angel with equal determination in her eyes. As they entered the ring one after the other, Roger Arden began introductions.
ARDEN
"The following contest is a tag team match and is your MAIN--EVENT!! Introducing first: representing The Unwanted...from Osaka, Japan...ANGEL....KUSAAAAAANAGIIIIIIIII!!!!!"
Stepping into the center of the ring, as her name was called, Angel dropped down to one knee with her head bowed while she brought her hands up and calmly performed the Kuji-jin.
ARDEN
"Aaaaaand, from Brooklyn, New York...she is the NFW Women's Champion....ADRIAAAAANAAAAAAAAA SALVATOOOOOOREEEEEEE!!!!"
As she was introduced, Adrianna entered the ring, immediately climbing a corner. Simultaneously, she reached back and unclasped the Women's Title from around her waist with one hand, and threw back the hood on her vest with the other. Timed with the chorus to their entrance song, she performed her slow, circular headbang before throwing her hair back with an inaudible roar and hoisted the belt over her head with one hand. As she lowered it, she raised the metal horns with the other and lead the crowd in 'pumping' the gesture.
REYNOLDS
"That is so fucking hot...."
HANSON
"Yeah, yeah, we know, Jim."
KLAZZIC
"Have some tact, will you, James Reynolds?"
REYNOLDS
"You guys are a couple of prudes. And what the hell's Angel Kusanagi doing, playing rock, paper, scissors?"
KLAZZIC
"It's called the Kuji-jin, James."
REYNOLDS
"How would you know?"
KLAZZIC
"As I said before, I'm an educated man. The Kuji-jin is a warrior's mantra that dates back to---"
REYNOLDS
"Yeah, yeah, I don't care."
HANSON
"Jim, cool it. Champ's got the mic."
REYNOLDS
"So?"
KLAZZIC
"So, let her talk!"
As the music faded out, Adrianna Salvatore took the microphone from Roger Arden and returned to the center of the ring. In the center, Angel Kusanagi stood like a statue, gazing down at the floor, thus concealing her face under her hood. Slowly pacing, Adrianna lifted the microphone up.
"I said it earlier...and I said it last week...." She stared up at the stage from the ring. "Whoever my opponent is, at WrestleWar, better be ready to bring it.... Candi Broduer; you've got your first round match, next week. Yeah, trust me, I'm keeping tabs on the schedule. And just like last week...*and* this week...I'm gonna be watching each match, closely. Especially yours! That methed up looking skank you call a tag team partner already blew her chance at this---" She raised the title belt up, "--quicker than she probably did the first guy she ran into at the first concert she went to...."
CROWD
"OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"HO-HO-HOOOOOO!!!! MAAAAAAAN!!!!"
HANSON
"Ahem. Wow...."
KLAZZIC
"That's just wrong on so many levels."
After waiting for the crowd to simmer down, Adrianna continued. "...But let's be real...you're one of the top picks to win the Queen of the Ring and meet me at WrestleWar. I'll be the last one to doubt that you've got what it takes to make that a reality. However, as I've also pointed out, you and I have done this dance twice already and I've choked your ass out each time. So if you really wanna impress the fuck outta me? Tell Serena to pull her pants up, collect her money and you get your asses down here and show me something different!!"
Offering the microphone out to Angel Kusanagi, Adrianna began removing her vest as Angel took it, only to toss it out of the ring and remove her robe. Both women looked to be all business as they tossed their entrance gear out and Adrianna handed her title to the referee.
HANSON
"Harsh words from the Unwanted!! One of them, at least. Let's see what the Renegades bring to the table this time!"
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In the main event, The Unwanted defeated The Renegades, by pinfall in 14:52, when Angel Kusanagi delivered the Steel Feather to Candi Broduer with a deafening *SMACK* before going for the cover. Serena Frost's attempt to slide in and break the pin was interrupted when Adrianna Salvatore came out of nowhere and speared her out of the ring with the MOAB.
Following the match, as Adrianna and Angel celebrated, Candi Broduer recovered and met back up with Serena Frost, holding her neck from the Steel Feather. Notably, Serena Frost looked less than pleased with Candi Broduer, shaking her head and inaudibly questioning as she motioned to the ring. In the middle of Candi Broduer answering, Serena Frost threw her hands up, shook her head and stormed off towards the backstage area.
KLAZZIC
"Ohhh, that's never good. You can't have a tag team arguing with one another. It kills the chemistry!"
REYNOLDS
"I don't think she's happy that Candi couldn't kick out of that cover."
HANSON
"She took a kick to the face, Jim. What do you expect?"
REYNOLDS
"Oh come on. How many times do you see people get kicked in the face here? They kick out all the time!"
KLAZZIC
"Would you like that young lady to kick you in the face and see if you get up in three seconds?"
REYNOLDS
"That's absurd, Matt."
KLAZZIC
"Exactly. You wouldn't. I'm not exactly fond of Miss Frost and Miss Broduer, but I don't understand the criticism Candi Broduer is receiving from her own team mate!"
HANSON
"Well, be that as it may, we won't know how this plays out until next week! That's all the time we've got for tonight, folks! For Matt Klazzic and James Reynolds, I'm Nick Hanson! So long and good night everyone!"
REYNOLDS
*In a high pitched, mocking voice*
"God bless us, everyone!"
HANSON
"What?"
REYNOLDS
"Sorry. I was making fun of Matt's goody two-shoes ass."
KLAZZIC
"James Reynolds, one of these days, I'm gonna---"
Hard cut to the N*FW logo and credits as the show cuts off the air and ends.
The N*FW opening rolls, highlighting the big names of the company. Afterwards, the camera opens up on the inside of the arena, showing the energetic crowd. Pyro goes off all around the stage before the enormous NFW logo lights up. At the top of the screen, the text appears....
[TACOMA, WASHINGTON]
HANSON
"GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! WELCOME TO ANOTHER EPISODE OF NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING!! I'm Nick Hanson and I'm joined by my broadcast partners -- yes, plural this time -- James Reynolds and Matt Klazzic!"
REYNOLDS
"Matt? What the hell are you still doing here?"
HANSON
"Jim!"
KLAZZIC
"It's quite alright, Nick. And don't you worry about me, James Reynolds. I'm here to sit with you gentlemen and call some fine wrestling action!"
Finally, the camera cuts to the announce table, displaying the three men. Nick Hanson sits in the middle, neatly groomed with his short blonde hair combed and his grey suit pressed. To his right, James Reynolds looks a little more casual in an all black wardrobe of jeans, t-shirt, and a leather jacket. He's even leaning back in his chair as opposed to the other two who sit up straight and actively engage the camera. To Nick Hanson's left, sits Matt Klazzic. Matt wears a neat white suit with a black shirt, as well as his new silver and black mask, as well as the announcer's headset.
REYNOLDS
"Even on commentary, you're a fucking tool. Jesus...."
HANSON
"Anyway! Moving on! Matt, would you like to do the honors?"
KLAZZIC
"Absolutely, Nick! Thank you!"
REYNOLDS
"You look like fucking Steve Corino when he was cutting commentary for Ring of Honor as Mr. Wrestling 3."
HANSON
"For God's sake, Jim!!!! Look up professional in the dictionary and strive towards it!! Anyways, Matt. Please, continue. I apologize for him."
KLAZZIC
"No worries, Jim. I don't concern myself with the opinions of ignoramouses."
James Reynolds sits up in his chair.
REYNOLDS
"The fuck did you just call--?!"
KLAZZIC
"Well we hope you're set for great action, folks! As always, tonight, we'll be kicking things off with the Television Championship! Once again, Buzzsaw has issued the open challenge to anyone who wants a shot at the title! We'll find out who will answer in a few moments! After that: tournament season continues with more first round matches for the Queen of the Ring and Battle of the Juniors AND, we're kicking off Tag Team Wars! The winner of this tag team tournament, as you can probably guess, will face the Tag Team Champions -- Ultra-Violence -- at WrestleWar. And last but certainly not least, we have our main event. The Unwanted and the ladies of The Renegades meet again, however this time Mia Hayashi will be in her tournament match so!!! We get the return of Angel Kusanagi! Don't miss it!"
REYNOLDS
"You better believe The Renegades are gonna be out for her blood after that trickery she pulled last week."
HANSON
"You're probably right Jim, but with that said, let's take it to ringside!"
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After Buzzsaw made his entrance, the Dominion of Pain member stood in the center of the ring with the TV Championship displayed proudly on his shoulder, watching the stage, silently....
HANSON
"Well, who's it gonna be guys?"
KLAZZIC
"I haven't the slightest clue, Nick."
REYNOLDS
"God, listen to this crowd. It's like the entire Pacific Northwest went mute."
That all changed when the familiar, almost iconic sound of Jim Johnston's "Green Mist" suddenly picked up throughout the arena and got the crowd off their feet with a surprised pop of approval.
HANSON
"WHOOAAAA!!!"
REYNOLDS
"HOOOOOOLY CRAP!!!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"AM I HEARING THINGS?! WE'RE ABOUT TO SEE TWO BUZZSAWS COLLIDE, GENTLEMEN!!!"
Outside of the ring, Roger Arden took the microphone again and announced:
ARDEN
"Aaaaaand introducing the challenger!! Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-nine pounds...from Tokyo, Japan...YOSHIHIROOOOOOOOO TAAAAAAJIIIIRIIIIIIIII!!!!"
As Roger Arden's words filled the arena, Yoshihiro Tajiri appeared on the stage, moving in his trademark, almost stalker-esque walk. His focused gaze locked right down at Buzzsaw in the ring -- a familiar face to him -- and his lips curled up into a mischievous smile of anticipation. Upon reaching the ring, he climbed to the top turnbuckle, staring down at Buzzsaw for a moment. Finally, he lifted his head and sprayed the air with his trademark green mist before rolling forward off of the turnbuckle and onto the mat.
CROWD
"HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!"
HANSON
"Oh man, this is gonna be good!"
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In another shocking display, Buzzsaw defeated Yoshihiro Tajiri, in 2:09, by delivering a snap roundhouse kick to his face, causing the referee to call for a stop to the match, therefore retaining the Television Championship. Nothingface's "Make Your Own Bones" played, as Buzzsaw took his title belt and silently made his way up the ramp without so much as looking back.
KLAZZIC
"That is a dangerous man, guys!"
HANSON
"You don't need to tell us, Matt! We are well aware!"
REYNOLDS
"You know something? I don't think this guy's dropping that title anytime soon! We know he can be beat. We've seen it done. But it's like, you put his gold on the line and he becomes a completely different man!"
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The scene opens as the camera sees the back of the arena.. and we see a car go by immediately the camera zooms in on the car... As the camera follows the car, the car which is a 2019 Ford Flex that has been decked out from top to bottom...It says "Steele" in plain white letters on the back window.. its decked out in red and black splattered paint job.. Sitting on 24' inch rims with all four tires being from Goodyear..also has a spare tire on the rack in the back with the tire cover on and it has a skull on it...and on the inside its all black leather and of course we see that when none other than Ryan Steele and Sabastian Riley Young get out of the car... the camera also spots the sound system.. which is an in-dash 8 disc cd changer with Pandora and Iheartradio connection standard....The seats are red velvet covers with "Ryan" imprinted on the driver seat headrest in black lettering...the back e1seats are bench style backseats.. and the camera spots two rows of backseats.. as the door almost closes on the camera Ryan And Sabastian are talking.. "Man. What are our Renegade buddies gonna think of us now?" Sabastian asks.. as Ryan gets to an answer.. Ryan's phone rings..."Hello" Ryan says.."Yes, This is him" as he answers the unknown voice.."Ok.. ill call you later man" "Who was that? Asks Sabastian.. "Oh.. just a college buddy that i know...... I didnt recognize the voice at first man... He's changed... " Ryan responds "So you know this person..?" Sabastian asks questioning... "Yes i do actually.. he might be our back up plan if the Renegades get pissed at us...." Ryan responds.."
"Well why dont we go back to being in the actual group.. ? Sabastian asks.. "Cause buddy, thats Plan A.. and Plan B is my back up plan.. " Ryan sounding very confident in his response.."So.. you're thinking one of these plans will work right?" Sabastian asks confused .."Yes buddy.." Ryan says as we see them approach the locker room area.. Sabastian asks Ryan..."Are you ready for this? What do you think they'll say?" Sabastian acting very nervous "We already a part of the group.. we are just gonna go back to the way we started.. i think they'll like that idea.. and besides if we can help the group get the World Title plus get our titles back.. i think we might have a Renegade party at the Steele residence.....What do you say?"" Ryan Asks "I've been to your house numerous times...and ive bunked on your couch numerous times.... so thats nothing new to me... " Sabastian responds "Ok.. how about you sleep out in the arena.. on the ring floor....?" Asks Ryan as he is seen opening the Renegades locker room door
Scene closes as the locker room door shuts....
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In a first round, Queen of the Ring, matchup, Lara Blackheart defeated Candice LaRae, by pinfall in 11:27, after delivering the Coma White and covering her for the pinfall.
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*In the backstage interview area, we see Josh Davidson.*
"Allow me introduce my guests at this time...," Davidson starts before Archer and Smith come charging into the interview area, pushing Davidson to the side and grabbing the mic. Archer grabs a small plastic water bottle from his pocket as he and Smith look intently into the camera, Smith grabbing and placing Davidson in a small headlock.
"Fallen? We get you two tonight in that ring. You want to go with KES, you mess with the best. Tonight Fallen, you learn two things after stepping in the ring with KES. One, killer bomb. Two, EVERYBODY DIES!!!" Archer yells before taking a swig from the water bottle and spitting into Davidson's face as he and Smith storm out of the interview area laughing and the camera scrolling down to Davidson on the floor still collecting himself and reaching for someone to give him a towel.
"Ok, Archer spit on me, does that mean I need to go to a clinic or something?" Davidson asks confused as the camera fades to black.
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In the first match for the Tag Team Wars tournament, Killer Elite Squad defeated The Fallen, by pinfall in 16:22 when Lance Archer pinned Sabastian Young after he and Davey Boy Smith Jr, delivered the Killer Bomb, advancing them into the quarter finals.
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*The backstage cameras pick up a confident Connor K, dressed in something in outfit that was probably raided from an NBA player's wardrobe closet, pulling a spinner and a pair of headphones around his neck. As he walks, he nods at people in the back who call him and gives them a nod and a point as he walks towards the locker room area.*
"Well, look at you. Nice to see that some things don't change," a voice yells from off-camera.
Connor stops and turns to his left and sees one of the road agents, with a headset and a walkie-talkie in his hand. The two shake hands as the agent sizes him up for a moment.
"You've come a long way, son. Before, not only were you having trouble arriving to the shows on time, you were coasting in that ring. Now look at you, you've got a spot in the Juniors tourney AND you've got a future match with Minoru Suzuki. What changed, man?" the agent asks.
"Nothing man, I just got an earful from my mama. She told me that I could and need to do better or else she'd pull me off the road. I don't wanna stay home and do shitty indy shows the rest of my life, you know?" Connor says sheepishly.
"I know I got that dude Crimson...what...Sabre, right? The man's a legend in that ring. I need to get my shit together before I step up tonight. Hoping to go long and far in this tourney so I can show people my shit and show them all that I ain't afraid of a legend's rep, not Sabre's and DEFINITELY not Suzuki's," Connor says.
"Yeah, about Suzuki? You sure you ready for him one-on-one, though? I saw him rolling around in warmups with Despy in the ring and that dude can really go at his age," the agent says.
"I ain't worried about him or his bitches. Someone needed to step up and say 'what's up' to his face instead of runnin' around scared and shit. That's how he gets you. He's nothing but a punk-ass bully, no more, no less. I don't need my mama stepping in and fighting my fights for me. I got this, and I got Sabre tonight. So if we cool, I roll. Dig?" Connor says confidentally, awaiting a response but doesn't get one.
"Alright, Later," Connor says as he raises the handle on his spinner and continues walking on his way, with the camera slowly panning back to the road agent shaking his head.
"Dude's fucking crazy...," the agent says as the camera fades to black.
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In a first round match for Battle of the Juniors, Crimson Sabre defeated Connor K, by pinfall in 13:30, after hitting a Dragonrana.
REYNOLDS
"Oh look, another psycho from the Dominion moves on...."
KLAZZIC
"I'd be lying if I said I wasn't disappointed myself. But Connor K certainly did put it all out there! The man's gonna get his due before too long!"
HANSON
"He's definitely got the heart, I'll say."
KLAZZIC
"The man's got the eye of the tiger, Nick Hanson!"
Hanson laughs in amusement.
REYNOLDS
"You did not just reference a fucking Rocky movie...."
KLAZZIC
"What's wrong with Rocky?"
REYNOLDS
"Those are the dumbest goddamn movies ever made!"
HANSON
"Hey hey whoaaaaa whoa, Jim. Even I might have to fight you there."
KLAZZIC
"You're lucky I'm a gentleman, James Reynolds. Otherwise, I'd pop you one right in the kisser!"
REYNOLDS
"Jesus fuck, you're weird!"
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"Ok, I give up. What the hell did I do to deserve this matchup?" Mia Hayashi whined, practically stomping into the locker room like a moody child. She was dressed for her match, with black nylon shorts under a lacy black dress meant to look like Misty Day from American Horror Story. "LeeAnn? SERIOUSLY? She's twice my age and can still probably break me in two within five minutes. Who's booking this shit???"
"Will you relax?" Adrianna Salvatore said from her seat on the bench. The camera panned out to catch both her and Mia in the frame as the Women's Champion slid a kneepad up over one leg. She, too, was already in her gear for the show -- her usual two piece outfit, with boots and kickpads and simple hand tape around her hands. "She can't break you if she can't get her hands on you." She finished adjusting the kneepad and stood up from the bench. This movement towards Mia brought Angel Kusanagi into frame -- the third addition to the Unwanted seen kneeling in the background in the middle of what looked like some meditative stance, with her back to the camera. At first, Adrianna focused on Mia, taking her by the shoulders. "Look, she's like an Aunt to me, but that doesn't mean I'm not rooting for you. Is she dangerous, still? Hell yeah. But you're quick on your feet. Use it to your advantage, Mouse...." Here, Adrianna gave Mia an adoring, semi-flirtacious pinch on her cheek before she looked in the direction of Angel. "...How long is she gonna sit like that?"
"No idea." Mia said, tilting her head to the side as she stared at Angel. "She is creepy as hell sometimes. I'm just glad she's with us, you know?" She turned, looking back at Adrianna. "Oh, going back to my original concern. So, just remember if your favorite face ends up broken and bruised, blame your auntie dearest."
Adrianna rolled her eyes as if she thought her friend was overreacting. "Alright, how about this? If she beats you up too bad, I'll give you a niiiice little full body massage to rub out all the aches and kinks." Adrianna grinned mischievously with an obvious hint of dark, sultriness to in her eyes. "Sound good?"
".......bitch, you are seriously the Kevin Spacey of wrestling." Mia said with a half amused, half frustrated smirk. She looked at Angel again, shaking her head. "I feel like if she'd just watch porn and rub one out maybe she wouldn't need all this meditation stuff, you know?"
Biting her lip, Adrianna grinned teasingly at Mia. She wasn't giving up yet! For now, however, she turned with her friend to look upon Angel. "Don't look at me to convince her. I don't think she understands a word I've said to her. Uhhh...Angel...san?" Adrianna called out, obviously not exactly fluent in Japanese language or ethics. "...Umm...genki?" She said, before looking and whispering to Mia. "Did I get that right?"
Suddenly, Angel seemed to finish up with her meditation. The woman pushed herself up to her feet, and turned to approach Mia and Adrianna, revealing she, too, was dressed in her gear which was essentially the same as her previous tenure under her old manager, except with more purple added with the black. Stopping to stand between the two, the mostly silent woman slowly looked back and forth between them. "Konya...Candi to Serena...jibun no chi de nyuuyoku shima su...so shite, watashitachi ha amai ni mimi o namane ke masu...arera ha kurushimi de naku you ni...." Upon finishing her words, the woman's pale, yet still lovely face twisted into a rather unnerving grin that bordered on the lines of insanity. The bright blue contacts in her eyes only serving to make it even more eerie.
Standing with her tattoo covered arms crossed, Adrianna lifted one eyebrow and simply turned to Mia for a translation.
Mia, bless her soul, just stared at Angel, blinking, before looking back at Adrianna. "Reader's Digest version? Blood, guts, KILL KILL KILL, essentially Frost and Broduer are more fucked than Lara's porno friends."
Adrianna gave an almost comical grimace of confusion as she looked from Mia to Angel...then up at nothing in particular. "So like The Accused, dubbed over with a Cannibal Corpse soundtrack. Right." She gave a half-hearted thumbs up before snatching up a black t-shirt and putting it on before handing the other to Angel since the two didn't have their match until later. However, they weren't going to let Mia go out by herself, so: represent! This new t-shirt was stylized like an old west bounty poster, displaying what looked like mugshots of the three girls: Mia, Adrianna and Angel in that order with the single word "UNWANTED" etched out above their heads and "By All" underneath. Angel examined hers first before finally conceding and donning the garment. Finally, Adrianna stepped behind Mia and clapped her hands on her shoulders, giving her a reassuring squeeze. "You got this, Mighty Mouse." Adrianna said, sincerely, before she and Angel moved passed the camera, following Mia out of the locker room....
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For the second Queen of the Ring match of the night, Mia Hayashi was accompanied to the ring by Angel Kusanagi and Adrianna Salvatore. While Mia performed her usual entrance, Adrianna deviated from her turnbuckle headbang and gave the entire ring to her friend. Pointing to Mia and giving words of encouragement that were inaudible to the viewers, Adrianna moved to the announce table as Angel calmly moved to stand by Mia's corner. Setting up the Women's Championship on the table, Adrianna donned a headset and sat down beside James Reynolds.
HANSON
"Well well! Look's like we've got another guest! Hey there, champ!"
SALVATORE
"Hello, Nick...Matt...Jim."
REYNOLDS
"See this guys? She wanted to sit next to *me!* How's it going, there, miss?"
We see James Reynolds moving his hand like he's about to lay it on Adrianna's shoulder.
SALVATORE
"You lay one finger on me and I'll feed you your arm."
Reynolds, as casual as he can, feigns stretching his arms out and brings them back to the table in front of him.
REYNOLDS
"I uhh...was just stretching."
KLAZZIC
"The last thing you need, James, is a sexual harrassment lawsuit."
HANSON
"He's got two pending already."
KLAZZIC
"Oh my...."
REYNOLDS
"Thanks for airing my dirty laundry, jackass!"
Several moments later, after LeeAnn Viskan entered the ring and the match was well underway, it was clear that Mia Hayashi was outclassed but refused to go out easily. Nonetheless, Adrianna Salvatore watched the match intently as she sat at the announce table.
HANSON
"So, Adrianna, if you don't mind me asking; what are your thoughts on Mia's promise last week? She said she will forefeit her title shot if she wins this tournament."
SALVATORE
"I hope I can talk her out of it, to be honest."
HANSON
"Really? Why's that?"
SALVATORE
"Look at her, right now."
Adrianna gestures towards the ring before the camera cuts to show Mia Hayashi mounting an impressive counter-offense against LeeAnn Viskan.
SALVATORE
"She's a fighter. She's a warrior. She's definitely not the biggest girl in the division but she's got more spunk than several of us combined."
REYNOLDS
"You don't take her words as an insult?"
SALVATORE
"What?"
REYNOLDS
"Well, think about it: she said if she wins, she'll forefeit her shot because her best friend -- that being you -- is having one hell of a run and she isn't gonna interrupt it. It almost sounds like she's saying if she *did* face you for the title that you wouldn't be able to beat her."
KLAZZIC
"Oh come on. You're just instigating, now, James Reynolds!"
REYNOLDS
"No, think about it! It makes sense!"
SALVATORE
"I know you like to stir shit up, a little Jim, but you'd have better luck with someone else. You already got put on your ass once when you tried to instigate between Marissa and Morgan. You try that shit with *me*? I'll put you through this fucking table."
REYNOLDS
"...Fair enough."
SALVATORE
"Yeah, fair enough. C'mon Mia."
The last part, being said to herself mostly as she watched Mia in the ring.
After 9:48, however, Mia Hayashi finally succumbed to the exprience of LeeAnn Viskan when she was forced to tap out to the Chemical Wedding, advancing Viskan into the quarter finals. Looking sympathetic, Adrianna retrieved her title and stood up from the chair.
REYNOLDS
"Well, looks like you won't have to worry about that scenario for awhile! How about LeeAnn Viskan? You got any qualms about facing someone who's practically like family?"
KLAZZIC
"Have some class, James!"
HANSON
"Yeah, knock it off."
Adrianna Salvatore stared down at James Reynolds coldly, removing her headset and flinging it at him. As he fumbled with it, she grabbed his bottle of water and dumped it over his head before tossing the bottle and moving to help Mia out of the ring.
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The camera opens up backstage where we start with a closeup on Josh Davison, looking calm and relaxed for once, indicating he's actually comfortable with whoever it is he's inevitably interviewing. He smiles professionally at the camera, holding the mic at the ready from the start of the shot.
"Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Josh Davison, here. I hope everyone's been enjoying the show, thus far. As you know, we're well into what some have started calling New Frontier Wrestling's "tournament season", having finished the Vlad Blackheart Memorial. We're also two weeks into the Queen of the Ring and Battle of the Juniors *and* this week, we kick off Tag Team Wars. Two of those tournaments will crown the number one contenders to a championship match at WrestleWar -- however -- I'd like to back up and talk about Battle of the Juniors. *That* particular tournament will crown the re-instated Junior Heavyweight Champion. With that being said, I'm standing here with one of the competitors in that tournament. He's got his first round match up, here tonight. Ladies and gentlemen: Vincent Stone. Welcome Vince; how are you feeling tonight?"
The camera pans out, revealing Vincent Stone standing next to Josh Davison; already in his ring gear, ready to go. "Thanks, Josh. I'm feeling pretty good. About as good as one could expect, anyway." Tonight, he's back in his original black with white accented gear; also wearing another variation of his 'Come Get Your Kicks' t-shirt, with a solid stencil of himself behind the words, in the middle of delivering one of his kicks that fans usually see in his matches. For once, he is without any kind of headwear; his hair is, instead, long enough now to be slicked back for the time being. He checks the wrist tape on one hand as he rolls the wrist, looking anxious for his match later.
"You certainly look ready for tonight." Josh says, nodding. "I can see if in your body language. You are pumped for this tournament!"
Stone nods, taking a few seconds to hop from one foot to the other, loosening up. "That's an understatement, Josh. I've been ready for this moment ever since I set foot into NFW. I know we're well into the company's re-inception. By the time this tournament's over, it'll have been back for eleven months; but each and every wrestler that signed with New Frontier Wrestling ws promised an opportunity so long as they put forth the effort. I understand them focusing on the Heavyweight division first. I understand them focusing on establishing the Tag Team division. Hell, I was one half of the first Mixed Tag Team Champions -- a point in my career that I will never scoff at. But *this* is what I've been waiting for. An opportunity to shine on my own. This is *my* opportunity, and you better believe that I'm gonna make the most of it. I *will* make it to WrestleWar on January 28th and I *will* leave there as the NFW Junior Heavyweight Champion!"
"You've certainly got a lot of people pulling for you to go all the way." Josh says. "In fact, you're among the top five picks as to who will walk away from WrestleWar with the championship. But we both know it's not gonna be a walk in the park."
"I wouldn't expect it to be, Josh." Stone says, shaking his head with a look of amusement on his face. "This tournament is to essentially crown the best Junior Heavyweight in NFW. They filled the brackets with those that have contracts, but there were still empty spots. So what did Commissioner Brody do? He reached out to other promotions for the best Juniors there are. This is gonna be a fight. This is gonna be a battle. It's gonna be a *lot* of battles." He says with a smirk. "This is gonna be a war. We're gonna come at each other with everything we've got and believe me; I know there are people out there that roll their eyes at the smaller guys. We're not the biggest. We're not the strongest. But it's because of that underestimating that we've got the biggest hearts in this business. With this tournament, we're gonna help put Junior Heavyweight wrestling back in the spotlight!"
"Call me biased, but I have to say if anyone can do it, it'll be NFW's guys. Now, not to get completely off topic here, Vince, but I wanted to touch on something people have been wondering: as everyone saw at the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Finals, and they can obviously see now -- you're not carrying one of those Mixed Tag Team Championships. Kicks And Stones were defeated on October 26th where you lost the titles to LeeAnn Viskan and the Crimson Sabre. Now, LeeAnn Viskan has extended an offer. She has publicly stated on her team's behalf, that you and your tag partner, Erin Mercer, are welcome to a rematch. We've yet to hear anything from either of you on that matter. Can you, by any chance, put the issue to bed?"
Stone nods with another, smaller smirk. "We've talked about it, yeah. It's definitely on our agenda. I mean, who'd turn down a rematch offer? An offer from the champs, themselves? Erin and I had the most fun in the ring than we've had as Kicks And Stones in a long time against those two. That's not to say we took them lightly. We threw everything we had them. So, best believe, we *are* coming for that rematch and when we do, we're gonna have a hell of a lot more to dish out."
"Now, an interesting fact there; you're going through a sort of learning process. You're picking up tips to expand your own repertoire, for lack of a better word. The one helping you with that, interestingly enough, is Crimson Sabre and LeeAnn Viskan's colleague. I'm speaking of the Television Champion, Buzzsaw."
Stone chuckles with amusement, nodding. "Never look a gift horse in the mouth, Josh. If there's one thing that I know, it's that you never stop learning. You can always pick up something new in this business. When Buzzsaw, of all people, extended the offer, you can probably guess that I was like a kid on Christmas. We're about the same age, but I was still watching wrestling on TV when he was kicking ass. To have one of your peers that inspired you to do this offer to help you hone your technique? That's like a gift from above. And believe me, Buzzsaw was the first one to sit down with me, we watched that match over and he said 'see that? Look there. That's where you fucked up.' A smart wrestler learns from their mistakes and believe me: I'm a fast learner."
"Well, we look forward to that rematch when it does come, but I know you're focused on this tournament. Back on that subject, let's talk about your first round match." Josh Davison says, casually adjusting his tie. "You're stepping into the ring with a man who certainly has his own successful track record in professional wrestling. He actually faced your peer and latest mentor, last week and while he was unsuccessful, a lot of people are say---oh. Well...." Josh Davison stops short as something off screen distracts both him and Vincent Stone. Josh looks a little worried while Stone straightens his posture and loses his smile, in exchange for a more serious 'all business' expression.
Offscreen we hear a slow clapping get louder and closer before a muffled chuckle can be heard. Muffled as if it's coming from underneath a mask. A moment later, the source appears, being revealed as none other than El Desperado. He, too, is dressed in his ring gear with a black, sleeveless Suzuki-Gun t-shirt in place of his mariachi jacket. "Veen-sentu Ston-u...." He says, coming to pace back and forth as he sizes Stone up before stopping directly in front of him. They are practically the same height, given an inch or so on Stone's side.
"Ana ta ha tadashii, risuto o motsu monodesuka?" El Desperado asks with a mocking tone to his voice. "Ana ta ha sekai ga teikyou shite i ru saikou no resuringu o shitai desu." He leans in a little, getting his masked face right up into Stone's. The camera slowly zooms in, focusing on Stone's expression that lacks any amusement. El Desperado's eyes have a glint of excitement in them, despite his demeanor remaining cool and collected. "Tsuma ri...shi haana tano risuto ni, u desuka?" El Desperado chuckles. "Sumi masen." He says, stepping back to give Stone his personal space. "O sora ku shi ga gen tte i ru tango o rikai shite i nai, ana ta desuka? Shinpai shinai ide." El Desperado says, reaching out to clasp a hand on Stone's shoulder. "Konya, shi haana tano negai o ataeru deshou. Ana ta haana tano oshiri ha saikou noni yo tte ke ra rema su." El Desperado lifts his hand up from Stone's shoulder and moves to patting the side of his face in a demeaning fashion. He pats once...twice...but on the third time, Stone's hand shoots up and catches him by the wrist. Stone pulls him in to get back in his face. A fire burning within his eyes as he stares El Desperado down and shoves his hand away. Laughing, then, El Desperado lifts his hands in mock-submission and steps back. "Ooooohh!!" He says, laughing as he moves off screen where his laughter can be heard continuing down the hallway. Vincent Stone turns, watching him go with a calm, collected rage on his face as the shot fades to black....
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In another first round match for the Tag Team Wars tournament, the Golden Lovers defeated the New Day, by pinfall in 20:01, when Kenny Omega delivered the One Winged Angel to Kofi Kingston while Kota Ibushi kept Xavier Woods from sliding into the ring to try and break up the pin.
To the delight of the crowd, however, the inter-brand rivals showed a display of good sport, garnering a laugh from the audience by exchanging martial artist bows before Kenny Omega mimicked a Cody from Street Fighter V pose.
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In the next first round match for Battle of the Juniors, El Desperado certainly proved that he was the more experienced and slightly quicker of the two between himself and Vincent Stone. Having an answer for nearly everything that Stone tried to throw at him, he kept the upper hand for more than the first half of the match.
Perserverence paid off, however, as Stone continued to dish out everything he had, eventually pulling out his kicks which had a notable ferocity and "snap" to them, compared to his kicks seen in previous matches. El Desperado finally looked to be worn down but still proved to be a tough opponent.
HANSON
"Listen to those kicks! They've got a little extra pop to them!"
KLAZZIC
"You can tell this man's been working hard on improvement! Let's go Stone!"
REYNOLDS
"Working hard, my ass. He sold his soul to the devil that is Buzzsaw of the Dominion of Pain. He's gonna break something on Despy if he isn't careful!"
HANSON
"Like you actually care what happens to a member of Suzuki-Gun."
REYNOLDS
"Hey, I don't hate Suzuki-Gun. They just worry me everytime they come out! El Desperado's one of the best juniors in the world, and if Stone keeps kicks like those up, he's gonna rob of us of quality entertainment in the future!"
Moments later, while El Desperado was mounting another counter-offense on Vincent Stone, he finally nailed the man with a kick to the midsection and positioned him for the Pinche Loco.
REYNOLDS
"AWWWWW, IT'S PINCHE LOCO TIME!!!!!"
HANSON
"El Desperado's about to chalk Vincent Stone's name off of the bracket and land himself into the quarterfinals!"
KLAZZIC
"No, wait!!! He slipped out!!"
As El Desperado was hooking the arms, Stone slipped free and backed up just enough to deliver a high kick across El Desperado's face with a loud *SMACK*
CROWD
"OHHHHHHH!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"MYYYY GOD!!!!! DID--YOU--HEAR--THAT?!"
REYNOLDS
"I THINK HE BROKE HIS NECK WITH THAT ONE!"
HANSON
"I HEARD IT, MATT!!! NOW, LISTEN TO THIS!!!"
As Hanson exclaimed, Vincent Stone grabbed the staggering El Desperado and hooked his head, quickly drawing his thumb across his throat.
CROWD & KLAZZIC
"FINISH HIM!!!!!!"
Vincent Stone clutched El Desperado's wrist, hooked the leg, hoisted him up and---
HANSON
"Here it comes!!!!!
REYNOLDS
"DESPY!!!"
KLAZZIC
"FATALITY!!!!!!!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
At 17:11, the bell sounded and Crossfade's "Starless" kicked on over the speakers as Vincent Stone rolled, exhausted, onto his back, laying prone next to El Desperado who was just as motionless as he was.
HANSON
"Well, you can like it or hate it, but whatever those tips were from Buzzsaw, they're definitely paying off!! Vincent Stone is going to the quarter finals of Battle of the Juniors! He's one step closer to his goal of winning his first singles title!!"
REYNOLDS
"Can someone calm Matt Klazzic down?"
The camera cut back to the announce table to show Matt Klazzic, who had temporarily thrown his headset off, cheering with the crowd, leading them in a "STONE! STONE! STONE! STONE!" chant.
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Upon cutting back to ringside after a commercial break, the arena was immediately filled with the sound of New Year Day's "Anthem of the Unwanted" while the lights immediately dimmed and began flashing a dull white.
HANSON
"And here we go, folks! Time to wrap this night up with a bang!"
KLAZZIC
"There's nothing I love more than some classic tag team action, Nick Hanson!"
REYNOLDS
"I'm with the two of you on that one. I just have to wonder whether or not the champ is gonna be able to fulfill her promise, tonight!"
As the pre-match bell sounded and Roger Arden took to the microphone, the silhouettes of Adrianna Salvatore and Angel Kusanagi - once more in her hooded, knee length fighter's robe - appeared on stage through the curtain. For a brief moment, the two stood side by side at the top of the ramp; Adrianna remaining perfectly still while Angel bounced on her toes like a fighter, shaking her fists at her side. While Angel made a focused, beeline for the ring, leaving the extended hands of fans to brush the sleeves of her robe, Adrianna gave her usual half-hearted attempt at touching what hands she could as she followed right behind Angel with equal determination in her eyes. As they entered the ring one after the other, Roger Arden began introductions.
ARDEN
"The following contest is a tag team match and is your MAIN--EVENT!! Introducing first: representing The Unwanted...from Osaka, Japan...ANGEL....KUSAAAAAANAGIIIIIIIII!!!!!"
Stepping into the center of the ring, as her name was called, Angel dropped down to one knee with her head bowed while she brought her hands up and calmly performed the Kuji-jin.
ARDEN
"Aaaaaand, from Brooklyn, New York...she is the NFW Women's Champion....ADRIAAAAANAAAAAAAAA SALVATOOOOOOREEEEEEE!!!!"
As she was introduced, Adrianna entered the ring, immediately climbing a corner. Simultaneously, she reached back and unclasped the Women's Title from around her waist with one hand, and threw back the hood on her vest with the other. Timed with the chorus to their entrance song, she performed her slow, circular headbang before throwing her hair back with an inaudible roar and hoisted the belt over her head with one hand. As she lowered it, she raised the metal horns with the other and lead the crowd in 'pumping' the gesture.
REYNOLDS
"That is so fucking hot...."
HANSON
"Yeah, yeah, we know, Jim."
KLAZZIC
"Have some tact, will you, James Reynolds?"
REYNOLDS
"You guys are a couple of prudes. And what the hell's Angel Kusanagi doing, playing rock, paper, scissors?"
KLAZZIC
"It's called the Kuji-jin, James."
REYNOLDS
"How would you know?"
KLAZZIC
"As I said before, I'm an educated man. The Kuji-jin is a warrior's mantra that dates back to---"
REYNOLDS
"Yeah, yeah, I don't care."
HANSON
"Jim, cool it. Champ's got the mic."
REYNOLDS
"So?"
KLAZZIC
"So, let her talk!"
As the music faded out, Adrianna Salvatore took the microphone from Roger Arden and returned to the center of the ring. In the center, Angel Kusanagi stood like a statue, gazing down at the floor, thus concealing her face under her hood. Slowly pacing, Adrianna lifted the microphone up.
"I said it earlier...and I said it last week...." She stared up at the stage from the ring. "Whoever my opponent is, at WrestleWar, better be ready to bring it.... Candi Broduer; you've got your first round match, next week. Yeah, trust me, I'm keeping tabs on the schedule. And just like last week...*and* this week...I'm gonna be watching each match, closely. Especially yours! That methed up looking skank you call a tag team partner already blew her chance at this---" She raised the title belt up, "--quicker than she probably did the first guy she ran into at the first concert she went to...."
CROWD
"OHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"HO-HO-HOOOOOO!!!! MAAAAAAAN!!!!"
HANSON
"Ahem. Wow...."
KLAZZIC
"That's just wrong on so many levels."
After waiting for the crowd to simmer down, Adrianna continued. "...But let's be real...you're one of the top picks to win the Queen of the Ring and meet me at WrestleWar. I'll be the last one to doubt that you've got what it takes to make that a reality. However, as I've also pointed out, you and I have done this dance twice already and I've choked your ass out each time. So if you really wanna impress the fuck outta me? Tell Serena to pull her pants up, collect her money and you get your asses down here and show me something different!!"
Offering the microphone out to Angel Kusanagi, Adrianna began removing her vest as Angel took it, only to toss it out of the ring and remove her robe. Both women looked to be all business as they tossed their entrance gear out and Adrianna handed her title to the referee.
HANSON
"Harsh words from the Unwanted!! One of them, at least. Let's see what the Renegades bring to the table this time!"
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In the main event, The Unwanted defeated The Renegades, by pinfall in 14:52, when Angel Kusanagi delivered the Steel Feather to Candi Broduer with a deafening *SMACK* before going for the cover. Serena Frost's attempt to slide in and break the pin was interrupted when Adrianna Salvatore came out of nowhere and speared her out of the ring with the MOAB.
Following the match, as Adrianna and Angel celebrated, Candi Broduer recovered and met back up with Serena Frost, holding her neck from the Steel Feather. Notably, Serena Frost looked less than pleased with Candi Broduer, shaking her head and inaudibly questioning as she motioned to the ring. In the middle of Candi Broduer answering, Serena Frost threw her hands up, shook her head and stormed off towards the backstage area.
KLAZZIC
"Ohhh, that's never good. You can't have a tag team arguing with one another. It kills the chemistry!"
REYNOLDS
"I don't think she's happy that Candi couldn't kick out of that cover."
HANSON
"She took a kick to the face, Jim. What do you expect?"
REYNOLDS
"Oh come on. How many times do you see people get kicked in the face here? They kick out all the time!"
KLAZZIC
"Would you like that young lady to kick you in the face and see if you get up in three seconds?"
REYNOLDS
"That's absurd, Matt."
KLAZZIC
"Exactly. You wouldn't. I'm not exactly fond of Miss Frost and Miss Broduer, but I don't understand the criticism Candi Broduer is receiving from her own team mate!"
HANSON
"Well, be that as it may, we won't know how this plays out until next week! That's all the time we've got for tonight, folks! For Matt Klazzic and James Reynolds, I'm Nick Hanson! So long and good night everyone!"
REYNOLDS
*In a high pitched, mocking voice*
"God bless us, everyone!"
HANSON
"What?"
REYNOLDS
"Sorry. I was making fun of Matt's goody two-shoes ass."
KLAZZIC
"James Reynolds, one of these days, I'm gonna---"
Hard cut to the N*FW logo and credits as the show cuts off the air and ends.
