Trauma Episode 21 6/27/20 Chicago, Illinois

Andrew Payne: Hello everybody and welcome to episode Twenty-one of Trauma!

Miranda Augustino: And tonight is going to be huge, Andy! There’s so much action tonight and I can’t wait to see it all, including the United States Championship being defended!

Andrew Payne: Our main event tonight is going to be one for the ages and I can’t wait to see who the next two people will be that qualify for The Guardians of the Pyramid match.

Miranda Augustino: Whoever it is, they’re going to earn it with these matches tonight.

Andrew Payne: We have those two matches and so much more tonight, so without further adieu, let’s get this show started!
We go to the locker room where there are many candles lit all around. We see Griffin Hawkins who is sitting in the center...a long white shirt and long purple pants with some kind of scarf around his waist. He begins to speak.

Griffin Hawkins: The final spot...for the Guardians of The Pyramid. And it is down to myself and Kate Bass....the first time myself and her have ever met in the ring one on one..

He slowly stands up. Taking a rose from a nearby vase..sniffing it.

Griffin Hawkins: Such an epic battle...two beautiful formidable opponents clashing for the thrill of millions watching all over the world. But alas....only one can advance to the Pyramid. And only the most beautiful will walk out the winner...

A small laugh escapes his lips as he puts on what looks to be some kind of claw.

Griffin Hawkins: So the Killer Bee wants to buzz past me on her road to the title...excellent. She is willing to destroy herself just to win the glory that she believes belongs to her. But the beauty of self sacrifice will only last for a fleeting moment...for she is up against myself, someone who's beauty and grace has won many victories.

He picks up what looks to be an elegant looking mask.

Griffin Hawkins: There is no doubt that Kate Bass is a dangerous foe not to be trifled with..and as much as I have a great respect for her....she stands between myself and destiny. To become the most beautiful Champion once again.

He places the mask on...extending his claw.

Griffin Hawkins: Come Kate Bass...let my beauty intoxicate you.

We head back to the ring.

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. A figure is seen walking out in a full hooded robe held tightly around themselves keeping the entire body hidden. 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 on the figure. For a moment, the figure just stands there until the grip is loosened. The robe is completely thrown off to reveal Cali-Kate in her Cammy cosplay that's been slightly modified for wrestling gear. Kate even has the trademark braids and red beret of Cammy's. On the stage, Kate fires off a few kicks before heading down the stage. She trades high fives and poses for selfies, but she's definitely more business than usual tonight. Kate reaches ringside and continues moving around the ring 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.


The sounds of guitar music to the tune of Vega's theme hits and Griffin comes from behind the curtain, dressed in a long white shirt, matador pants, and a familiar mask and claw. He holds up his claw in the air, soaking in the moment.



Thea Crawford: "And her opponent...from Windsor Ontario Canada...weighing 227 Pounds...Griffin Hawkins!"

Andrew Payne: Whoa check it out...we got Cammy in the ring...now we got Vega! I feel like its the 90s again and we're back in the arcade!

Miranda Augustino: Look at that claw! Is the referee gonna even allow him to use that?!

Andrew Payne: Oh this match is gonna be interesting for sure!

Griffin runs a hand over the mask he's wearing as he slowly makes his way to the ring, not taking his eyes off Kate Bass. He looks around the ring, surveying the area. And in one fell swoop, he makes a huge jump from the floor to the ring apron. He gets on the second rope, raising the claw in the air. Kate Bass has a look of determination as her eyes have not left her opponent.

Griffin gets down off the ropes, taking off the claw. He then takes off his mask, and then the button down shirt, revealing the painted on purple snake tattoo on his chest. The music ends as both come to the center of the ring. Griffin extends his hand for her to shake which she accepts as the match begins.

~DING DING DING~

Griffin and Kate bump fists as a show of sportsmanship before they back away and circle the ring. They finally tie up and Griffin makes the first move and goes behind Kate and puts her into a waist lock. Griffin then transitions into a headlock before Kate backs up into the ropes and uses them for momentum to push Griffin off of her. Griffin hits the ropes and when he rebounds, he takes Kate down to the mat with a shoulder tackle. He then drops to go for a cover, but Kate immediately slides out from underneath him. Griffin gets up to his feet, but Kate sweeps his legs out from under him and this time, she looks for a cover, but Griffin gets out immediately. The two of them stand up to their feet and nod at one another. Once this is over though, Kate comes right in and she takes Griffin down with a hurricanrana that she follows up with a standing leg drop. She then grabs Griffin and sends him into the ropes. Griffin comes off the ropes and once again, Kate takes him down, this time with a hip attack. Kate once again goes for a cover, but Griff gets away and as he goes to sit up, Kate comes charging in and delivers a shining wizard and this time, hooking the leg and only getting a two count out of it. Kate picks Griffin up and this time, she sends him into the corner. She charges in and delivers a running knee lift before grabbing him by the head and delivering a bulldog to Griffin out of the corner. Kate then climbs to the top rope and launches herself, hitting Bass-ic on Griffin before hooking the leg once again and again, just getting a two count out of it.

Kate grabs Griffin and pulls him up to his feet. She once again sends him into the corner. She charges in and this time delivers a corner splash before Griffin slinks down in the corner. Kate smiles as she backs up and gets herself a running start. Kate leaves her feet and looks for That Bass, but Griffin is able to get out of the way as Kate crashes into the corner and the turnbuckles. Griffin makes it up to his feet as he grabs Kate who is still seated on the middle turnbuckle and delivers a neckbreaker. He pulls Kate out of the corner and picks her up and he goes for The Glam Slam, but Kate counters out of it and delivers The Geek Chic Kick and Griffin drops to the mat. Kate though doesn’t stop as she grabs Griffin and pulls him back up to his feet and this time, she looks to deliver Comic-Kaze, but as she does, Griffin pushes her off of him and when she turns around, he delivers Shot in the Dark and hooks Kate’s leg and gets the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Griffin Hawkins!

Andrew Payne: Tough loss here tonight for Kate. She controlled most of this match.

Miranda Augustino: Yeah, but Griffin can hit that Shot in the Dark from out of nowhere and it’s lights out for anybody!

We go backstage to what is soon becoming obvious a room specifically for House Crowley. The red lighting and Baphomet statue giving it away. Standing before the statue is Anton Crowley, he is flanked by all the other members of House Crowley. All the members are dressed for action tonight.

Anton Crowley: Tonight is a great night for House Crowley.

Anton chuckles menacingly.

Anton Crowley: Tonight we show that we are the only deserving team for the Tag Team Titles and I show a pretend Queen what actually happens when I am not worried about someone else.

Anton looks at the rest of House Crowley.

Anton Crowley: I know you all, as well as the silly panda team, are wondering what members of House Crowley they will be getting tonight. Will I be pulling double duty? Will Tia, who has worked so hard and reworked herself, step up? Will it be my monster and my right hand? With the tactician get involved?

He smirks.

Anton Crowley: All of those questions won’t be answered until match time. You get no advanced warning. Because WHEN we win the NFW Tag Team Titles that’s how they will be defended. I believe it is called the Freebird rule? It matters not which one of us wins the Tag Titles when we take our shot, we will ALL be Tag Team champions.

Anton folds his arms behind his back.

Anton Crowley: That will be a glorious time. Because I will go on tonight to defeat Sela. The so-called Underground Queen will fall to the Demon Prince. I gave her a win last time. This time she will not be so lucky. This time she will see why I am called the Demon Prince and the leader of House Crowley. It is nothing personal Sela, it is just my time to ascend to supremacy.

Anton laughs menacingly as the entire group leaves frame.

Neon strobes of light in different shades of purple and green begin circling around the arena, the remaining lights dimming. A few seconds later, the sounds of “Lover. Fighter.” by SVRCINA begin to be heard on the sound system. As the instrumental intro cuts directly to the chorus we see the entrance way illuminate, showing the Kukkī Kaijū on the stage, donning purple and green entrance sweatpants and tees, posing with their signature megaphones. They yell out to their adoring fans in it before linking arms and heading down towards the ring together.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, the team of Mei Iroha and Kyamī Nyā, Kukki Kaiju!

Once they reach the bottom of the rampway, they yell out once more before placing their megaphones on the apron and sliding into the ring at the same time. Grabbing hold of the megaphones, the tandem pose with them, the crowd cheering them on. Handing the megaphones to the ring attendant, the duo take off their sweatpants and t-shirts, putting full focus to the match ahead, as their music fades to silence.

“Horror Show” begins to play as the arena goes dark and a red and green spotlight appears on the stage and Lady Death and Santa Meurta stand there, their faces painted up and in matching ring gear. Santa Meurta has on a crown of flowers as the two of them look at each other and nod before heading down the ramp.


Thea Crawford: And their opponents, the team of Lady Death and Santa Muerta, La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil!

They ignore the fans as they get to the ring and climb up the steps. Santa Meurta leaps over the top rope as Lady Death steps between the ropes. Santa Meurta gets down on her knees and removes her crown before bowing and Lady Death stands over her, letting out a blood curdling scream as the lights come on and the two of them stand up and walk over to their corner.

~DING DING DING~

Kyami kicks things off against Santa Muerta and the violence begins in earnest. Kyami is able to surprise Muerta a bit with her strength, but the painted warrior weathers the early onslaught and fights back with dirty tactics, starting with digging her nails into Kyami’s eyes and then snatching her by the hair for a facebuster before grinding her face into the canvas with that same grip. Muerta snaps at the referee when a threat of disqualification is made and keeps attacking Kyami, delivering a headbutt and a snap DDT for a quick near-fall. Kyami’s power and resilience shine through and, after frustrating Muerta by flipping out of a German attempt, the Kukkī Kaijū member delivers some nails of her own, raking Muerta’s back! Arched up from the cat claws of Kyami, Muerta finds herself in a bad place quickly, eating a Yakuza kick and a Northern Lights suplex for a near-fall. Kyami tags in Mei immediately after and Kukkī Kaijū delivers a double hook kick to Muerta, Mei following up with a T-Bone suplex after Kyami leaves the ring only for Lady Death to break things up and drag Muerta toward her team’s corner. Kyami takes umbrage at this and moves to attack Death, but she’s cut off by the official and Lady Death uses that moment to slip in and boot Mei low, delivering an Air Raid Siren and dragging Muerta on top. The pin only reaches two due to the referee being locked up with Mei, but it is enough to allow Muerta time to get the tag to her partner.

La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil takes over now on the suddenly-overwhelmed Mei. Much like her partner, her power serves her in keeping Lady Death from doing too much damage at first, but when a back body drop attempt earns her a boot to the mouth and then a hard knee to the head. Straightened up from the hit, Mei fights back with a throat thrust and a jawbreaker, slipping onto the apron to get some height for a further assault. Muerta shakes the ropes, though, causing Mei to drop down. She keeps her footing, but Death hangs her up on the top rope and, from there, delivers a nasty draping DDT that almost gets the three-count. Kyami breaks that up and earns Death’s ire, but rocks her with a slap followed by a TKO as the referee tries to regain control. Mei tries to get back into the mix as Kyami is hustled out, barely avoiding an attack by Muerta and sending her into the post before getting back into the ring with Lady Death. The fans seem to be pumping Mei up and she surprises Death with a snap chokebomb that almost ends things. Death looks for a tag to Muerta but Mei stops her with a waistlock, bringing Death up and back… not noticing that Muerta does, in fact, manage to slap Death’s foot as she goes up and over.

Mei bridges for a pin but the referee informs her that Death is no longer legal. Unsure of what happened, she’s shown via a basement dropkick from Muerta that knocks her back. Death rolls out of the ring and harm’s way while her partner takes over on Mei. More than once Kyami tries to get a tag back into the ring but Muerta is able to keep Mei at a distance… making a good show of taunting the other Kukkī Kaijū member. Kyami has enough, though, and gets into the ring, snatching Muerta by the hair and blasting her with a right hand! This gives Mei a moment to get her bearings back, but before she can lower the boom on Muerta, Lady Death takes that moment to attack… but Mei is able to counter! She sends Death reeling from the ring with a spinning kick and the referee, turning his attention way from Kyami, goes to check on her. Kukkī Kaijū in full force grabs up Muerta and delivers a heel kick/chopblock combination that sets her up for the vaunted Kaiju Krunch! With the referee back on point, though, Lady Death has clearly had enough of this crap; she snatches a chair from under the ring and rolls back in, blasting first Mei across the back, then whacking Kyami across the head! The official has no choice but to rule the match a disqualification!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here are your winners as a result of a disqualification! KUKKI...KAIJU!!!

Our NFW Undisputed Champion sitting on a couch, looking in a handheld mirror and fixing her hair greets the viewing public. Emelie Sanclemente looks up, already in her gear. With an "OH!", she closes her mirror and rises from the couch. The Undisputed Title wraps around the mini-Zatanna look-alike's waist, gleaming as brightly as the day it was made. Sanclemente clasps her hands together.

Emelie Sanclemente: "OK, so... statistically speaking, yeah you have a win over me. Congrats. But what you'll conveniently leave out, and what's more pertinent is that in the match in question, I never actually wrestled. Sure, I was there and technically competing, but I was on commentary busy outwitting Sela Rica-Lark the week before an Undisputed Title match. You didn't pin me. You never even touched me. But sure. For the sake of argument, you have a win over me. CONGRATS! I still haven't been pinned since before WarGames. Griffin Hawkins? He tried his best, but Angel Kusanagi cost him his most recent chance at it. He hasn't pinned me. Sela Rica-Lark? She put up a good fight, but she couldn't do it. She hasn't pinned me. The Skillz Vendorz? They tried twice, and couldn't do it. They're gone for the time being. There's a lot of gold in that lineup, Kash, literally none of which you've held."

Emmie unwraps her title from her waist, hoisting it to her shoulder.

Emelie Sanclemente: "Am I cocky going into this? Well, I almost have to be, considering I'd be no better than my last title opponent if I lost tonight. You know, the one you did pin when you statistically beat me? I refuse to be a hypocrite, and I refuse to not be the best champion I can be. See you out there."

Short and sweet like her, but to the point, the view changes from the champion to ringside after Sanclemente walks out of that view...

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

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

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

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from The Hamptons, New York, Angel Kash!

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

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

"This spell you've got on me, it's like magic!
Got me feelin' like I'm fallin' in love.
Got me feelin' like I'll never give up on--
Got me feelin' like I'll never give up on yooou!"

Purple smoke fills the arena from all directions, with a petite figure standing within it, seemingly propped up by a cane. There's a shine of gold coming from the center of the figure.

"It's like magic!
I got you feelin' like you're fallin' in love.
I got you feelin' like you'll never give up on--
Got you feelin' like you'll never give up on..."

Thea Crawford: "...from Santa Monica, California by way of Ronneby, Sweden, weighing in at 100 pounds, she is the NFW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION... EMELIIIIIIIIIIIE... SAAAAANCLEMENTEEEEE!"

The crowd's cheers nearly blow the roof off the arena as the smoke clears and the champion raises her skull-masked, top-hatted head. As soon as she opens her eyes, Sanclemente kicks her cane up and starts to walk down with purpose. She's slapping high-fives and bumping fists with everyone she can before getting to the ringside steps and looking out to the cheering crowd. The champion enters the ring and unstraps the title from her waist, holding it up for all to see with that confident, million-dollar smile of hers. Emelie places the title on her shoulder before entering a neutral corner, as "Magic" fades out.

~DING DING DING~

The two women are in the ring as they begin to circle each other. They lock up and Angel who has the clear advantage, forces Emelie into the corner. The ref calls for the break and as Angel breaks the hold, she delivers a kick to the midsection of Emelie. She then takes Emelie by the hair and brings her out of the corner with a biel that sends Emelie crashing down onto the mat. Angel stalks Emelie before picking her up and delivering a running bulldog. She turns Emelie onto her back and goes for an early cover, but the champion kicks out at one. Angel picks Emelie up and sends her into the ropes. Angel charges in and stops just short of Emelie before delivering a slap across the face of the champion that echoes through the arena. She then uses her long legs and places her boot right under Emelie’s chin and begins to choke her. The ref administers the five count and Angel breaks at four, but Emelie staggers out of the corner coughing and trying to catch her breath. As she is, Angel takes her and delivers a hair pull back breaker. The ref warns Angel of pulling the hair and she just scoffs as she once again picks Emelie up and this time, she looks to deliver The Buyout, but Emelie is able to counter out of it and deliver a superkick that stuns Angel.

Emelie follows up as she takes Angel and this time, she delivers a swinging neckbreaker before climbing up to the top rope and as soon as she does, she launches herself and delivers a senton bomb and hooks the leg on Angel who kicks out at two. Emelie though doesn’t stop. She gets up to her feet, but as she does, Angel rolls out to the ring apron. Emelie sees this and she uses the ropes to slingshot over and deliver a DDT that drops Angel right on top of her head on the ring apron! Angel falls out to the floor and lies there. Emelie hops down off the apron and picks Angel up and rolls her back into the ring and pulls her into position. Emelie then hits Angel with the split legged corkscrew moonsault and hooks the leg and gets the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Emelie Sanclemente!

Andrew Payne: And another solid win for our Undisputed Champion here tonight.

Miranda Augustino: Emelie has been proving week in and week out why she’s the top dog on Trauma and it’s going to be tough to take away her Undisputed Championship.

The scene comes up backstage with Kate on some equipment crates a little somber right now. She is slowly pulling the braids from her hair when a hand gently comes up to her knee. Anton is there with a nod.

Cali-Kate: It seems like I haven't had much luck in the big matches since I got the damn briefcase...

Anton Crowley: Wins come and go babe. You have the case, you can cash in at the most opportune time.

Kate's hand sets gently on top of his.

Cali-Kate: An opportunity isn't worth much if you can't prove you can take advantage of it.

Anton rotates his hand and interlaces their fingers.

Anton Crowley: The case makes you dangerous. You can come in whenever you want and take the title. You lost a match tonight, so what? Next week you could wait until the right moment and you are walking out the Universal Champion. That is the threat you pose.

Kate looks down at their hands, not quite able to bring herself to his eyes.

Cali-Kate: Am I really a threat anymore? Wins and losses come and go, but it kinda feels like the fire's been snuffed. Like a new darkness is growing in me.

Anton Crowley: I can tell you that your fire, your desire to succeed is not snuffed.

Anton lifts his free hand taking her chin between his thumb and index finger. He lifts her face up, looking into her eyes.

Anton Crowley: Maybe this darkness is growing because it’s what you need. Maybe you need to harness it, let it out, and show people you mean business.

Kate looks at him and lays her head in his shoulder for a moment.

Cali-Kate: You should go get ready. I'd rather not see that bitch make it where I couldn't.

Anton Crowley: Just need to stretch a little more, Love. I’ve been prepping for this match since it was announced.

Cali-Kate: Then go get to it. I'll see you when you get back okay?

Kate gives Anton one more kiss before he walks away. Kate slides off the crates and begins to walk to the locker room area, pulling off her gloves as the scene fades out.
We enter on an interview crew approaching Graham Baker, who's dressed in street clothing with a pair of jeans on and one of his various wrestling T-shirts, this one belonging to one Arley Kirk. The lead crewman opens his mouth to position Baker, but Baker holds a finger up.

Graham Baker: You can leave the camera, but walk. Get out of here.

The crew pauses, but eventually obliges as Baker sets the camera up. He leans back against the wall behind him, and sighs for a moment before he lets out a low chuckle.

Graham Baker: Hell of a run for me in NFW, right? Go undefeated, put Spazz and Dokueki in the dirt, lose a battle royale, and drop off the face of the Earth. Knee's a little fucked up, sure, I get it. Can't blame a man too much for wanting to take a bit of a break-but in doing so, it appears I may've lost my spot. I take a walk to rehab, bulk some muscle back up so I'm not limping by the time I get to Vlad Blackheart's tournament, and when I return, what's happened?

An uncomfortable silence follows, and Baker runs a hand through his significantly shorter hair.

Graham Baker: World title qualifiers. Men and women who've beaten me, men and women who I've beaten, and some who I've not even touched. Hell, turns out if you complain on social media or you keep a bad attitude, NFW's gonna reward you with an opportunity to dethrone Emelie Sanclemente! If I'd known that, maybe I'd have started bitching a long time ago! Maybe I'd have come back in with the kneebrace affixed to my shit, come and knocked on Santiago's door, and thrown myself on the ground like a child having a fuckin' tantrum before I got what I wanted.

Baker laughs out loud, shaking his head before he continues speaking.

Graham Baker: Nah, you know what? I don't play like that. If I'm gonna be given something, I'm damn well gonna earn it. I'm not gonna piss and moan about not bein' around and opportunities passin' me by for long-but I am gonna put my eye on the fuckin' ball. In fact, I've already decided where my next little shot's gonna be going.

Baker chuckles as he slides his mouthguard in, a grim smile on his face.

Graham Baker: Keep your eyes open, y'never know what y'might miss if you're not paying attention.

He taps the wall twice and walks off, leaving the camera recording as he does so...

Thea Crawford: Making their way to the ring representing House Crowley... Weighing in at a combined weight of 506 lbs...ISCARIOT THE THIRTEENTH and XAPHAN!

"Remember Me (FESTER Remix)" by Code: Pandorum hits as the menacing figures of Xaphan and Iscariot XIII all business as they make their way to the ring.

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: And their opponents 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 the 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..

Super Tiger: "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 referee called for the bell and House Crowley started to attack both women with vicious strikes as Xaphan clotheslined Arley over the top rope to make sure it was Super Tiger who was starting this match. Xapahan threw her to Iscariot who nailed her with a big boot. Iscariot nodded to the Xaphan as the referee told him to get to his corner. Arley was back up and punching the turnbuckle in anger as Iscariot threw Super Tiger into the turnbuckle and a running corner clothesline. He whipped her into the next turnbuckle as Iscariot complained to the referee about Arley trying to get into the ring and Xaphan strangled her with the tag rope before letting go just in time. Arly furious again as Iscariot lifted Risa into a standing side slam and tagged in Xaphan. He grabbed her by the mask and hit a stiff right and then whipped her to the rope, leapt over her and she stopped short as Iscariot went to grab her and she wagged a finger at him but was hit with a reverse Hurricanrana by Xaphan. Arly screamed for the tag and she was crawling and almost there but but Xaphan pulled her up by the back of her head and drove an elbow and as Arly looked on he tried to pull her mask off as Super Tiger screamed. He smirked and lifted her off her feet but Super Tiger hit a dropkick and tagged in Arly. As she got to the apron she was flung into the crowd barrier or did she fall? No one was near her.

Arly looked concerned at her tag partner and friend but as Iscariot had tagged back in he leapt for her but she was out of the corner of her eye she hit him with a chick kick and followed it up with a european uppercut and managed to give him a backbreaker. She was on fire as Xaphan illegally got into the ring and hit with a 720 Tornado DDT and he went crashing out of the ring as on the other side of the outside it was if an invisible force was stopping Risa from getting back into the ring as she seemed to be walking against a hurricane. Iscariot was shaking the cobwebs as Arley hit a springboard crossbody for a 2 count. She then hit a running shooting star press on Iscariot but once again Xaphan got in the ring, yanked her by her hair and hit a northern light suplex and was marshalled outside again. Arly looked to her corner and could see Super Tiger on the outside and she seemed slightly annoyed. The tron came to life with the face of Maki but with black eyes and covered in blood. “Let me in, Tigress.” She said and then the tron shut off again. As Iscariot saw Arly was distracted and hit her with AKELDEMA, the chokebomb and pinned her as Risa on the outside was shaking but she snapped out of it in time to run in and hit a sliding elbow drop to break up the pin attempt at 2.5.

Risa helped Arley to her feet but as Super Tiger was going to her corner she stopped her and whispered as Iscariot got to his feet and Arly nailed a Codebreaker, Iscariot snaps back on his feet and Risa hits a backstabber and jumps in the air in delight but didn’t notice Xaphan on the top rope who hit her with a moonsault. She crawled to the corner as Arley and Iscariot traded blows and he whipped her to the corner but this time Super Tiger blind tagged back in and they both charged him but he hit a double book end on them. Then hip tossed Arley over the top rope to the floor below. Xaphan Chased after her and hit a frankensteiner on Arley and then nailed a vicious Powerbomb onto the ring apron. He wasn’t done as he continued his assault by slamming her head first into the ring post. In the ring Super Tiger with a spinning heel kick and followed it up with a sliding knee. As Iscariot went for a lariat she ducked under and then hit a running sunset flip powerbomb for a two count. Risa looked and saw Arly trying to rally back against Xapahan but all of a sudden a black mist appeared in the ring right in front of Risa as her face showed how scared she was, the mist seemed to walk right through her and Iscariot hit, out of nowhere, DAMNED IN ANY LANGUAGE, the one handed electric driver on Super Tiger for the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here are your winners...ISCARIOT AND XAPHAN...THE HOUSE CROWLEY!

The scene comes up on the ringside area where the audience buzzes with anticipation. The opening chords of "I Like It Heavy" start on the speakers and is accompanied by a chorus of boos from the audience. The lights fade until only the stage is lit and Sela steps out from behind the curtains.

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

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

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

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

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

Sela hops down inside the ring and poses once more inside the ring. She slaps at her chest several times screaming out to the audience before shaking her head and calling for a mic.

Sela: Cut the music. Cut it!

The audience takes the opportunity to jeer Sela even louder. Sela blatantly ignores them.

Sela: Perhaps you didn't notice, but tonight, I get to play the hero. Hehe, that's right, the house of darkness falls over NFW after snuffing out one of its lights and tonight I am standing against it.

Sela giggles as the audience tries to reconcile her words. Most still boo, but some aren't so sure.

Sela: You see tonight I qualify for the Guardians of the Pyramid by dealing with the leader of the House. Tonight, I bleed out the founder of House Crowley and make him kiss my boot next.

Sela takes a moment with her trademark sadistic smirk as the audience piles on Sela again.

Sela: Let me be very clear. The Underground Queen is doing you a huge favor here after all. I make him scream, I make him bleed and I make him kiss the boot of the one true Queen. Unlike the boot he licks on a certain blonde bitch.

Sela starts to sway in the ring whimsically.

Sela: Does that hurt everyone? To know that you'll owe the continued crumbling of House Crowley to me. And after I have finished tonight, I move on to the Pyramid and finally claim my lone spot, my throne with the belt to go with it. Long live the Underground Queen!

Sela chuckles once more as her music hits one more time. She tosses the mic out and moves to her corner as the match gets set to begin.

The arena lights slowly fade out. The crowd murmurs as they anticipate what is to come. The electronic organ intro to “Remember Me (FESTER Remix)” by Code: Pandorum starts up. A red spotlight illuminates the figure of Anton Crowley standing on the ramp. The hood of his entrance cloak is pulled up over his head, keeping his face in shadows.


Thea Crawford: And her opponent, from Los Angeles California, Anton Crowley!

The bass drop of the song hits and Anton slowly starts to walk to the ring, the red spotlight following him. The crowd shows their lack of appreciation, some might call it hate, as he walks down the entrance ramp. He just smirks and continues his slow, methodical walk. He slowly climbs the steps as his entrance music fills the arena. He slowly walks along the apron and steps through the ropes.

He makes his way to the center of the ring. He slowly raises his arms up and out from his sides. As he does the red spotlight fades and the arena lights raise. He throws the hood of his cloak back and smirks out at the crowd. As he makes his way to his corner he removes the cloak and places it on the ring apron.

~DING DING DING~

Anton and Sela just stare each other down as they circle the ring. Sela is the first to make a move as she comes right in and delivers a forearm right to the face of Anton who eats it and smirks at her. He taps his jaw, goading her to hit him again and she obliges, but this time delivers a flurry of forearms to the side of Anton’s head that finally staggers him. Sela then grabs Anton and delivers a snap DDT before grabbing him by the head and putting him in a side headlock. Anton fights back up to his feet and pushes Sela off of him. Sela comes off the ropes and slides under the legs of Anton before picking his ankle and locking in a knee bar. She wrenches back on the knee of Anton, even punching at the knee a few times. Anton crawls and finds his way to the ropes and Sela holds onto the submission until the count of four from the referee and then breaks it. Anton begins to get up to his feet, but as he uses the ropes, Sela comes charging in and delivers a chop block to the worked over knee of Anton who drops back down to the mat and Tia runs over and grabs him, pulling him out of the ring. Anton hobbles around on the floor, punching at his knee to get blood flowing back into it and as he turns around, Sela comes leaping off the top rope and takes Anton down with a flying crossbody. Sela gets back up and laughs as she stares at Tia who stands there, not back down either. Sela begins to approach Tia and this distraction is enough to allow Anton to get to his feet and deliver a clothesline to the back of Sela’s neck that takes her down to a knee.

Anton then picks Sela up and drives her face first into the ring post before grabbing her by the arm and pulling her shoulder first into it over and over again. He finally breaks his grip on her and then takes her and delivers a German Suplex right onto the floor. Anton rolls into the ring, only to break the count and roll back out and pick Sela up. He takes Sela and goes to send her right into the ring steps, but Sela is able to avoid them and hop over. Anton comes rushing in, but Sela is there to deliver a drop toe hold, crashing Anton’s face right into the top of the steps. Sela checks on her shoulder and laughs as she picks Anton up and rolls him back into the ring. Sela gets back in and as Anton is back up to his knees, she delivers Draw Suffering and then hooking the leg on Anton and he manages to kick out at two. Sela glares at the ref who backs away, but Sela just grins as she takes Anton and this time she delivers Hurts So Good to Anton. She doesn’t go for the cover though. She simply grabs Anton and looks to lock in Playtime Over, but somehow Anton is able to counter out of it and he delivers Lingchi to Sela and it staggers her. He then grabs her and delivers The Fall and hooks the leg, but Sela this time is able to kick out at two. Anton gets back up to his feet and waits for Sela to start recovering and as she gets to a knee, he charges in and delivers ad stellam matutinam! He hooks the leg and gets the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Anton Crowley!

Andrew Payne: And now the field is set for our Sudden Death main event!

Miranda Augustino: Papi did it! But Sela almost had him in this match. I want to see these two go at it again at some point!

There’s an ominous tone as the camera fades in on a familiar sight. It’s not so much a tone, yet it’s not exactly a musical note, either. Just a sound like one would hear to set the mood of a horror or a thriller film. The sound itself sounds like an eerie pulse as the first thing we see on the fade in is the center plate of the United States Championship. It’s been visibly modified, however, with a black ribbon stretching across it under the words “United States”. On the black surface, in crimson writing, reads the words “of Anarchy.” The camera slowly starts panning out, starting to reveal a glimpse of black leather and lightly tanned flesh. The title is resting across the broad shoulder of a muscular woman who clutches at the title with her hand. United States Champion, Adrianna Salvatore stands, leaning back against a chain link fence somewhere backstage in a room lit so dimly that it’s hard to even see anything but her and the title. Her medium length blonde hair atop her head hangs down in the front. Her other hand rests at her waist with her thumb in the belt loop of her leather ring gear pants. When she finally speaks, her voice comes out low and cold. There’s not a hint of remorse in her tone.

Adrianna Salvatore: In America...there’s a burglary every twenty seconds. An armed robbery...every ninety seconds. An aggravated assault...every forty one seconds. A murder...every thirty three minutes...and three hundred and sixty rapes...a day.

She scoffs, chuckling softly in almost a disgusted fashion.

Adrianna Salvatore: There have been over a hundred and twenty thousand deaths this year...to a virus that no one truly understands. A sickness that has no cure. People all over the country are crying out for civil rights and justice...yet there are those bordered inside a supposed safe zone, violating and destroying that which they seek to protect…and the American government does nothing. They cry...they complain...they pray for a change to a God with no face.

Adrianna sighs heavily, adjusting the title on her shoulder as she brushed a thumb across the gold plate. Finally, she looks up at the camera with just as much coldness in her eyes as can be heard in her voice.

Adrianna Salvatore: Truth and justice are all but gone. Faded away into a cloud of ash. And from that ash, a demon approaches. A demon who seeks to sit upon a throne in this decimated little world and claim rulership. Perhaps to set some kind of...order. However dark and twisted that sense of order they may be, of course. Maki...Daniela...Melissa...whatever it is you call yourself. You claim I know nothing of what it means to cause disorder. That I know nothing of anarchy. You call me a false queen yet….

There’s a shake of her head as she shrugs her broad shoulders, dismissively.

Adrianna Salvatore: It’s merely a title that I was handed by those who observed my method of doing things. I never claimed to be the Queen of some Underground nightmare. I never claimed to be the Queen of a Kingdom. I never bestowed upon myself any royal handle. I don’t care for them really, but I will accept what fits. I *am* the Queen of Anarchy because everything I have obtained in this business, I grabbed it. I didn’t ask. I didn’t beg. I didn’t wait around, hoping for my turn on things. No, I reached out and I. Fucking. Took it!

She reached out with her empty hand and snatched at the air with a snap to her motions. Her hand, a fist, extended an index finger, pointing to the camera, directed at her opponent for tonight.

Adrianna Salvatore: You, Maki, represent the other symbols of authority seeking to restore balance to that has become unbalanced. To put the rails back on the tracks to prevent further mayhem if only to turn right around and cause more mayhem in your own name. But with anarchy, see...there is no one name in charge. There is no one ruler. There. Are. No. Rulers! I’m not the Queen others label me as. I’m simply a spokesperson for people that are tired of bending the knee to those who feel they are above others. Higher up on the hierarchy. When towers crumble and social ladders fall, we are all equal, Maki. We will all fall as equals. One after the other, just as those did before us. You will fall just as those before you did, for seeking to force your own rule upon the hungry and the frustrated. You ask what it is I have done that constitutes as anarchy? I am a woman of action, Maki, so rather than tell you what I aim to do, allow me to simply show you tonight...why I am...who I am. You can bring your demon if you wish. I encourage it. I beg for it. I will not give quarter. I will not bend the knee. I will not kneel to you or whatever it is you harbor deep inside your tormented soul. Instead, I will rip that soul from your husk and burn it away like the rest of those who sought to silence the majority.

She raised up her hand, extending her index finger, middle finger, then her ring finger as she spoke.

Adrianna Salvatore: Queen. Princess. Now a Demon. I have effectively stomped out all self-proclaimed royalty in this brand. The only way to go now, most would say is up. But tonight...I seek to go down. To descend down where the demon lies.

She dropped her hand, pushing off the fence and walked forward to the camera, never taking her eyes off of it. Adrianna only stopped when she was right there in front of the lens, staring hard without so much as even a smirk.

Adrianna Salvatore: And I will show you...what true Hell...really is…. Tonight, Maki, I bid thee welcome...to the United States….

She looked briefly down at the center plate of the title on her shoulder then back to the camera.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...of Anarchy….

Adrianna fell silent then, turning and walking off camera as the shot focused on a symbol, not yet seen until she left the frame: an NFW backdrop with a giant red anarchy symbol burned into the cloth as the shot fades out….
Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! It is a Falls Count Anywhere match and is for the NFW United States Championship! Introducing first….

The camera cuts backstage as Maki’s music plays and she is being announced. Maki herself is walking to the Gorilla position. She reaches the stairs to take her to the stage when all of a sudden, she’s blindsided by Adrianna Salvatore who runs into the camera frame from the side and stiffs her with the title, itself. Commentary protests that the competitors haven’t even made it to the ring yet but the referee motions for the bell to ring before hurrying up the ramp towards the back.

~DING DING DING~

Adrianna has now dropped the title belt and just continues to lay into Maki backstage with lethal rights and lefts as the referee arrives to start monitoring the action. Adrianna grabs Maki by the back of the head and one wrist, throwing her into a stack of empty equipment crates. As she walks over to pull Maki up to her feet, the challenger shows her own physical resiliency and explodes up, firing off with forearm after forearm, beating the anarchist champion back with a vicious counter assault. The two continue brawling it out but it doesn’t look like they’re headed anywhere near the ring. No, instead they start heading further backstage.

Maki pulls Adrianna in and wraps her up in a wrist clutch, then tosses her further backstage with an exploder suplex. Instead of going ass over tea kettle, Adrianna flops onto her back then simply rolls through to her own feet. The champion gives a spirited roar, grinning like a mad woman as she tackles herself back into Maki. Maki hits the wall back first as Adrianna shoulder blocks her ribs and mid section, Maki hammers away on the Champion’s back. The Anarchy Queen hooks her arms around Maki’s middle and drags her over, slamming her into the floor, following her down in a rain of vicious punches. Maki gives as good as she gets though, managing to nail Adrianna right on the gob in a manner that buckles the Champion like she has a glass jaw. Maki crawls over to the stunned champion for a pin attempt but it’s only a two count. The challenger wastes no time in getting to her feet, dragging the champion up and whipping her into the wall. Maki slams Adrianna between the wall and her body moments later. Rock, meet hard place. Adrianna slumps, taking her own set of shoulder shots to the ribs, before finally getting a knee up, wedging it right into Maki’s ribs with the help of the wall and all her strength. Adrianna puts her back right to the wall again and kicks out, sending Maki flying back into the equipment boxes.

With Maki laying in a heap, Adrianna stalks her challenger only to be pelted in the face, surprise style by one of the equipment cases. It rocks Adrianna on her feet but she doesn’t fall, so Maki tries again. This time Adrianna curls her head and shoulders, jumping into it and shoves the case right back at Maki! Maki ducks, registering an equal amount of surprise but barely managing to escape, getting a face full of case. Adrianna charges her again, and this time the pair merry-go-round around the backstage area, both trying to get a grip to whip each other, before one or the other shores up, putting the breaks on and attempts a reverse. They spin like this aways down the hallway as the camera works to catch up. The cycle finally comes to an abrupt stop when, instead of trying to whip Maki again, Adrianna goes for a short arm clothesline, yanking her in but Maki ducks under it and leaps up, driving her knees into Adrianna’s back with a lungblower. They’ve made it to the office area of the building now but there’s still some extra equipment laying around. Such as the chain that Maki finds and begins to whip, thrash and beat the champion with as she tries to get up. Next, Maki wraps the chain around Adrianna’s neck, strangling the light out of her for a bit as the leather clad blonde tries to pry the chain off but Maki ends up delivering a modified curb stomp, using the chain instead of Adrianna’s arms and stomps her face into the floor. Violently.

Maki collapses to one knee to catch her breath before she looks at the chain and grins. She wraps the chain around Adrianna’s neck again, making a makeshift leash and pulls her up to her feet. She says “so long honeylove” and puts everything she has into a yank on the chain, delivering a modified whip, not only choking Adrianna more but sends her crashing through the glass window to a makeshift office. The chain comes off and Maki drops it as we hear a hysterical screaming inside the office she sent Adrianna into. Maki kicks the door open and we get a brief glimpse of an absolutely terrified Jessica Clarkson, NFW’s intern! She’s backed into a corner, muttering and stuttering. Maki gives a half-efforted, almost comical mock of an apology before she looks for Adrianna inside the office. She turns towards Jessie’s desk, behind the camera and with a bellowing roar, Adrianna comes rushing into frame, hitting the MOAB Launch! The striking spear slams into Maki and both women go bursting through the cheaply made, plaster wall before they hit the floor hard. Adrianna goes for a cover now but Maki kicks out before 3! Fans are screaming “holy shit” now as Adrianna drags herself to her feet and pulls Maki up by her hair. They start trading shots again. Adrianna’s face is bloodied from that curb stomp and they’re covered in plaster dust. Maki blocks a strike and drives a knee into Adrianna’s ribs. The champion stumbles back as Maki hits a couple more roundhouses followed by a superkick that knocks Adrianna through a set of double doors and now they’re in the crowd at floor level, headed towards the ring.

The pair pay no mind to the crowd, as it parts for them, nobody wanting to linger in the way of either woman. Maki makes the mistake of turning first, getting a stiff kick to the back of her knee for her trouble, Adrianna repeats it, then winds up and punts Maki in the back of the head when the challenger falls to her knees. Maki goes fishtailing down the short flight of stairs to the audience pit near ringside, and Adrianna simply leaps from the landing to the pit with a maddened grin. This however, turns out to be a miscalculation on Adrianna’s part, as Maki’s boot is there to meet her chin, Adrianna aiming for some kind of SuperHero Landing. Instead, she flails backward and Maki makes for the barrier, looking to put some distance between her and the champ while she can. Maki makes it to the barricade, with Adrianna having regained her wits and fast behind, the pair trade blows again with Maki getting the upper hand and slamming Adrianna’s head into the barrier. Maki scrambles up and over the barricade, shoving it back into Adrianna. The champ gets a hold of Maki and drops her right onto the railing with some kind of modified neckbreaker. Maki lay’s in a pile as Adrianna makes it over the barrier. The pair is finally back out to ringside, with the ref scrambling to catch up to the excitement.

At the Ref’s urging the pair drag themselves into the ring, both needing the distance and the breather at this point. Once they’ve got their breath, neither woman actually moves to go at the other. Instead, they both seem to have the same idea and roll back out where they start digging under the apron to see what kinds of goodies are under there. It isn’t like the Ref can stop them! Maki tosses in a couple of chairs, a trash can full of miscellaneous shit like cookie sheets, a cheese grater. Is that a goddamn stapler?! She also slides a table in there. Meanwhile, Adrianna goes for one object only, and it’s that telltale drawstring bag of hers that gets the crowd buzzing. It’s either because they know what’s in the bag or...it’s because here comes Angel Kusanagi, Maki’s wife, creeping through the crowd behind Adrianna who doesn’t even see her. The jeering soon turns into a loud pop, however, as Undisputed Champion, Emelie Sanclemente comes SPRINTING down the ramp! She hits ringside, vaults over the steps and keeps going, right towards the barricade. The little 100 pound wrestler DIVES over the barricade, tackling Angel to the floor and the two start throwing shots back and forth. Clearly, Sanclemente saw what was going on and wasn’t gonna have any of it. Adrianna Salvatore finally notices what went down and just grins. Security rushes Kusanagi and Sanclemente to pull the two apart in the audience.

Adrianna slides into the ring and starts opening the sack up but Maki comes in behind her with one of those cookie sheets. WHACK! Right across the back of the head and the crowd hears it. Adrianna drops the bag, hits the mat and Maki collapses to her knees. She goes for a cover but still only gets a two count! When she gets up, she grabs the bag of Adrianna’s and looks inside. It looks like she calls her a “cheeky cunt” as she grins and dumps the bag out onto the mat. As expected - thousands of thumbtacks, pour out into a pile! Maki spreads them out with her foot before picking Adrianna up and sets up for a powerbomb. Adrianna fights out of it, punching Maki in the ribs. She straightens up and shoves Maki away from her but this proves to be a mistake as Maki twists around on her heel. MAKIHOUSE KICK!!! Spit and blood go flying from Adrianna’s mouth as she stumbles back and falls through the ropes to the outside. Maki can still pin her but she needs to get to her first! Maki hits the mat on her hands and knees in exhaustion but recoils as one hand hits the tacks. She curses and shakes her hand while rolling out of the ring and covers Adrianna again. 2.9 count as Adrianna just barely kicks out!

Maki looks frustrated AF, slamming her non-thumb tack ridden hand into the ground. The good thing is the fury has given her a burst of energy and she’s back on her feet again. Maki drags Adrianna’s dead weight up, and slams the Champion’s head into the ring apron. She goes to do it again, but Adrianna manages to block this time, but fury still powering her Maki clubs the Queen of Anarchy across the back of the head with a forearm. She forces the Champion over to the steel steps by a hand full of hair and slams her maliciously into them. With Adrianna reeling, Maki racks her up for a Snap dragon tiger suplex, right onto the steel steps! Adrianna folds in two like a badly made card table! Maki goes for another pin attempt, which the ref slides over to count. 2.9! AGAIN! Maki’s shriek of anger echos around the arena, where the fuck is that strength of Adrianna’s coming from!?! and she hops off the steps, grabbing the table she had pulled out earlier. Determined the finish the fallen Champion, the challenger sets the table up and begins using a cookie sheet to pile as many thumbtacks under the table as possible. Maki throws the cookie sheet onto Adrianna angrily, making sure it bounces off of her head and yells that it’s time to put her ass away. She pulls the sluggish champion up onto her knees and hooks an arm over her head, setting up for a suplex. Maki pulls her to her feet but when she goes for the lift, Adrianna dead weights, causing Maki to dip and her grip to loosen. She comes back up with a big European Uppercut, rocking Maki back into the table. Finally, she scoops her up across her shoulders into a Firemen’s Carry. The crowd pops as Adrianna turns for the proper angle then throws Maki up and over her head, dragging her down with the ATOM BOMB! Maki crashes through the table, the object exploding underneath the force as she goes through the wood and face down into the pile of thumbtacks!! Adrianna lays sprawled out on her back but fights her way to sit up, pulling Maki by the legs to lay her flat and collapses over her for the cover. 1…..2…...3!!!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner and STILL NFW United States Champion! ADRIANNA...SALVATORE!!

Andrew Payne: WOW! What a match, Miranda!

Miranda Augustino: What a main event! These two killed it!

Andrew Payne: They did! It almost became a two on one but our Undisputed Champion sorted that out!

Miranda Augustino: She did! Good job, Emmie!

“King of the World” by Porcelain and the Tramp’s plays as Adrianna Salvatore, bloodied and battered but victorious, pulls herself to her feet. Bloodied face be damned,she runs a hand over her face, slicking her hair out of her face as the referee brings the U.S Title to her. She takes it, staring down at the custom made ribbon label she’s slapped over it to make it say “United States of Anarchy.” A twisted smile flashes across her face as she starts to laugh and look down at Maki when all of a sudden her music is cut and Run The Jewels’ “Holy Calamafuck” kicks on over the PA system. Adrianna’s head snaps towards the stage with a look of confusion on her otherwise intimidating features.

Miranda Augustino: Heyooooo now wait a minute! The hell?!

Andrew Payne: Why, that’s Graham Baker’s music. What’s he doing out here?

Sure enough, here comes “The Guillotine” Graham Baker. Confidently, he struts down the ring, staring right up in the ring at the United States Champion. He doesn’t hesitate for even a second as he walks up the steps and gets into the ring. Baker walks right up to Adrianna and gets in her face. A reminder here that Adrianna Salvatore is a big bitch and almost as tall as the 6’0” Graham Baker. She doesn’t back down, however and bowls up to meet him, getting right back up in his grill as the two just stare each other down. She rests the title on her shoulder, and Baker looks at it with a smirk on his face. Adrianna looks at her title then back up at Graham with her own “I fucking dare you” smirk. Baker nods and backs up towards the ropes, giving her some personal space again as he slowly claps, urging the crowd to give it up for the reigning champion. He throws her a wink before getting out of the ring and walks back up the ramp.

Andrew Payne: Wow! I think he just laid out a direct challenge to the champion!

Miranda Augustino: Does he want his shit rocked that goddamn bad?!

Andrew Payne: He wants a shot at that United States Championship is what he wants! I can’t say he hasn’t put his name on the map!

Miranda Augustino: True, true. Guess we’ll find out what Isabella Santiago says! Till then, so long my bitches! We’ll see ya next week! I’m Miranda Augustino and this is Andrew Payne. Have a great weekend!

Adrianna comes to stand on the bottom and middle rope, motioning to the title again, running her tongue over her teeth wickedly. She’s salivating at the idea of another worthy fight as the shot fades out and the credits roll.