Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Nov 19, 2018 12:15:18 GMT -8
At the start of the show, the scene fades in on a locker room door with the plate reading "Dominion of Pain." As the shot slowly pans out, NFW interviewer Josh Davison steps into frame, adjusting his tie. Looking at the camera, he nods. "We rolling?" Nodding again, presumably at the camera man's thumbs up, Davison knocks on the door. In the middle of his knock, the door SWINGS open and Josh Davison jumps back as Doomsday appears, towering over both him and the camera angle. "...What?" Doomsday, while speaking low and calmly, can be heard in the immediate area just from the deepness of his voice.
"Uh-umm...hello...D-D-Doomsday...." Josh Davison clears his throat. "I didn't mean to bother you all, I umm...I just...i-is...Buzzsaw around?"
Grumbling in annoyance, Doomsday leans back into the locker room. His voice thunders like that of Ares himself. "BUZZSAW!!!! INTERVIEW!!!"
The masked TV Champion walked into the frame, staring daggers at Davison from behind his mask. His voice, soft and dignified, held a terrifyingly precise and confident tone. "Can I help you, Mr. Davison?"
To say that Josh Davison looked absolutely terrified was putting it lightly. The man was visibly trembling as he held the mic in his hand, trying not to drop it. "Umm..." Josh nodded. "H-hello. I just wanted to see if I could...a-ask you a couple of questions...b-before you head out to the ring...."
"Then ask." Buzzsaw stated simply, hoisting the TV Title belt, and slinging it over his right shoulder. "And do not waste my time."
Josh Davison nodded affirmatively, bringing the microphone back to himself. "Right...of course not. So, umm...." Josh Davison looked like he was about to shit himself. "...Fans have been wondering...you're almost the longest reigning Television Champion since NFW's re-inception. An accomplishment that...y-you will achieve if you are victorious tonight. Fans have started asking...are you content with your current position on the roster? Defeating opponents week in and week out...is it becoming boring for you?"
"Boring?" The masked man asked, as if it was the dumbest thing he'd ever been asked. "Are you stupid? What do you think this is, some trinket?" He asked, motioning to the title on his shoulder. "Some of the greatest of all time have held this title. And ANY title is only as prestigious as the people that hold it. And trust me... by the time I'm done? This title is going to mean more than any other title in this sport. I cannot be stopped. I will destroy any man who steps in my path. This title will remain mine, and bodies will be littered in my wake."
Josh gave a hesitant nod. "Well, n-no. I was just...I was relaying what fans...." He shook his head. "Umm...my next question, Buzzsaw...there have been some claiming that you may be too dangerous of an opponent, what with multiple match stoppages due to technical knockout as well as...." Davison trailed off for a moment before regaining his composure. "What is your response to those who have made such a claim?"
"My response is simple." Buzzsaw said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "If I'm too dangerous....it just means the rest of the promotion needs to STEP... IT'S... FUCKING.... GAME... UP." He glared at the interviewer, moving to be almost nose-to-nose with him. "I don't say much. I don't NEED to say much. But I will tell you this - I am going to obliterate opponent... after opponent... until Brody finally goes and finds me someone who DESERVES to be in that ring with me. Until then... let the carnage continue."
To the humor of the crowd, Josh Davison's eyes went as wide as saucers as the camera zoomed in to capture the image of Buzzsaw getting right in his face. After a long pause, Josh brought the microphone up. "U-u-umm...I am...I mean...I will.... I'll tell him.... H-h-have a good day...s-s-sir...." Without another word, Josh Davison took a slow step back. Then another step back. Then another. Finally, he turned and immediately BOLTED down the hallway. The camera panned back, focusing on Buzzsaw as Josh Davison grew smaller and smaller in the distance, before cutting to the next segment.
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Scene opens as we see Sabastian Riley Young helpung his tag partner Ryan Steele prepare for his big match...The camera cuts into the locker room.."What you see here is a man thats focused.. a man thats focused on gold.. thats gold around his waist..if we both do not have it.. him and i have an agreement that we shall root for the other... so he is gonna bring this title home to The Fallen and the Renegades...and once we get this.. I'm calling out the current tag champs once again.. The Renegades will get all of the titles.. and we will reign supreme in this company..." says Sabastian All of a sudden theres a knock on the door... and its revealed to be none other than Victoria Emmerson "Hello gentleman." she says I would like to take this time to ask that if and when Ryan gets that title.. that my man gets the first shot after he recovers from his injuries..." She continues.
" You got a deal" says Ryan.." If its cleared through what his name.. im ok with it" says Ryan as he shakes Victoria's hand.
The scene closes as we see Victoria leaving the locker room and shutting the door behind her.....
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~LET ME HEAR YOU SCREAM!!~
After the N*FW intro show rolls, the pyro goes off around the stage before it lights up, illuminating the large company logo above the video wall.
HANSON
"WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! WE ARE READY FOR ANOTHER NIGHT OF NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING!!!! WE'RE COMING TO YOU LIVE, FROM DUBLIN IRELAND!!!! WE THANK YOU FOR JOINING US! I'M NICK HANSON, ALONG WITH MY BROADCAST PARTNERS, JA---"
REYNOLDS
"TOP O'THE MORN' T'YA, LADDIES AND LASSES!!!! M'NAME IS JIMMY REYNOLDS!!! COMIN' FORTH T'YE FROM GOOD OL' DUBLIN!!! SAY HELLO T'ME BROADCAST COLLEAGUES!! A RIGHT COUPLE O'CUNTS, NICK HANSON AND MATT KLAZZIC!!"
HANSON
"Good god, Jim. What in the HELL is wrong with you?!"
REYNOLDS
"What do ya mean?"
HANSON
"Why do you always have to be such an obnoxious dick every time we hit up a new venue?! Someone please tell me!! Anyone? Matt?"
The camera cuts to the broadcast table where we see an exasperated looking Nick Hanson in a clean, grey suit. To his right, James Reynolds sits in his usual casual attire of all black jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket with sunglasses. This time, he also sports a black flat cap to go with where they are. In front of Nick, sits a bottle of water. In front of James, a bottle of Jameson. To the left of Nick Hanson, sits Matt Klazzic in his own neat suit with his black and silver mask. As Nick Hanson looks to him for an explanation, the man just shakes his head, at a loss for words. At this point, he's given up in trying to figure James Reynolds out. Nick Hanson looks up, directly at the camera with a pleading look on his face.
HANSON
"With no disrespect to Mr. Brody, if there's any play-by-play jobs open anywhere, I could use a job where my coworker isn't an obnoxious dick."
James Reynolds cracks a big grin, pouring some of the Jameson into a shot glass.
REYNOLDS
"Relax, Nicky. Cheer up! We're in Ireland! Have a drink!"
HANSON
"You're DRINKING?! We're on TV Jim!!"
KLAZZIC
"I told him. You don't actually expect him to listen, do you, Nick Hanson?"
HANSON
"I...by god, you're right, Matt. You do the honors, again. I literally can't even right now."
REYNOLDS
"Hah! You sound like this girl I tapped last week."
Hanson lets out an exasperated groan and Reynolds laughs as Klazzic shakes his head and picks up a sheet of paper, leaning forward at the table.
KLAZZIC
"Well, like my more sensible broadcast colleague already said, it's great to have you with us tonight, folks! Tonight kicks off our UK Invasion tour! We'll be touring all around the United Kingdom for the remainder of November, up until mid December before we head back to the United States! I have to say, what a show we've got for you tonight! We'll be starting off with our Television Championship match. Once again, following the end of last week's broadcast, the Television Champion, Buzzsaw announced an open challenge to anyone who wanted to step up directly. Well, it wasn't long before he found his challenger as "The Omega" Ryan Steele reached out and answered! We'll be seeing that match shortly! After that, we'll be continuing the first rounds of the three tournaments we're running alongside one another - the Queen of the Ring, Tag Team Wars and the Battle of the Juniors! Now, these will be the last first round matches - with one exception - that air on broadcast. The rest have already taken place at an unaired house show earlier this week. You can read up on the results on our website En Eff Doubleyew dot com or you can view the pre-recorded footage on our streaming network. We will, however, see the Rebel Rousers collide with TM-61 on December 3rd to wrap up the first round of Tag Team Wars. And finally, for the main event, we have the tag team of Max LeBrun and Julian Morrison - The Renegades - taking on GreyWolfe - Chris Wolfe and Tyler Grey. It's gonna be a great show tonight, don't you dare touch that remote!"
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In a shocking, brutal display of dominance -- once the opening match started -- Buzzsaw and Ryan Steele locked up after the opening bell sounded, only for Steele to twist Buzzsaw's arm in an attempt at a wrist lock. Buzzsaw made a quick escape by rolling forward, reversing it into his own twisting of his opponent's arm. With a hard jerk, Buzzsaw hit an arm drag that brought Steele onto the mat, sitting up, only for the defending champion to turn sharply and deliver a loud kick to the chest, sending Steele back to the mat.
HANSON
"OHHHHHH!!! MAN!!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"Absolutely BRUTAL!!!"
REYNOLDS
"Those kicks are dangerous!"
Getting to his feet as quick as he could, Ryan Steele initiated another lockup with Buzzsaw. This time, he broke the hold and delivered an audible chop across Buzzsaw's chest that echoed with a *SMACK!*
REYNOLDS
"Ssssssssssssss!!!!! Oooouuuuuuuch!!!"
HANSON
"Matt, you've taken stiff chops like that. What's that feel like?"
KLAZZIC
"It's hard to even describe, Nick. It hurts."
Buzzsaw, however, seemed barely phased. Instead, he patted his bare chest again, nodding at Steele.
HANSON
"Look at this! The champ's saying come on! Do it again!"
Ryan Steele answered with another stiff chop that sent Buzzsaw staggering back half a step. Otherwise, the masked man simply shook his head...and responded with a surprisingly fast combo. First a stiff forearm...then a palm strike across the face...a chop across the chest of his own...and then a sharp kick to the leg that brought Ryan Steele down to one knee. Each shot could be heard throughout the crowd.
REYNOLDS
"Dear god!! Listen to those shots guys!! Buzzsaw jus---"
Before James Reynolds could finish, Buzzsaw struck again with a sudden snap roundhouse kick that connected with with Ryan Steele's face, sending the man to the mat.
CROWD
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!"
HANSON
"OH MY GOD!!!! DID YOU TWO HEAR THAT?!"
REYNOLDS
"Think I heard a goddamn bone crack!"
KLAZZIC
"You may be right, Jim. That sounded nasty!"
As Ryan Steele began to pull himself up again, Buzzsaw met him with a second snap roundhouse that sounded equally as brutal as the first one.
REYNOLDS
"GOOD LORD!!!!!"
HANSON
"That can't be it, can it?! Already?!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
KLAZZIC
"That is IT, Nick Hanson!"
REYNOLDS
"Guys, I think Ryan Steele may be hurt."
As Reynolds said this, the referee was, indeed, checking on Ryan Steele as "Make Your Own Bones" by Nothingface filled the arena. Standing back, Buzzsaw seemed hardly concerned as the referee began waving his arm for the EMTs. Even as they arrived, bringing a stretcher, Buzzsaw moved up the ramp with the Television Championship in hand.
REYNOLDS
"Guys? How long did that match even go on for? That was over before it began!"
HANSON
"By my clock? 1:19!!"
REYNOLDS
"One minute and nineteen seconds?! Holy crap! And people call Doomsday the monster of the Dominion of Pain? I think we're watching the real monster make his way up the ramp there!"
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"Wooooooo-hoo!" Alex Brody cheerfully yelled as she ran into the locker room, Wearing her ring gear, but with a sleeveless Slipknot shirt over it, she skipped over to her partner, hugging the redhead tightly. "Erin... I promise, tonight I am going to show Candi for the last time that she and Frost picked the WRONG girls to mess with.
Almost being bowled over, Erin Mercer caught her energetic friend, steadying herself. To the delight of the likes of James Reynolds and such, Erin was in the middle of preparing for her own match. Her gear laid out on the bench while she, herself, was still in a sports bra and gym shorts. "Gyagh! Save some of that energy for the ring, Alex!" Erin laughed. "You don't need to tell me. I know you can do it. Don't take this the wrong way, but one big thing you've got going for you tonight? I *know* Candi Broduer's gonna underestimate you in that ring. She's that damn stubborn. Even though you put on a clinic against Salvatore at the Vlad Blackheart Memorial, they still doubt you. Tonight, my girl's gonna show them why the Ayatollah of Rock N' Rolla dubbed her the new Lionheart!" Erin high fives Alex, before taking a deep breath and looking nervous then. "Then there's my match." She sighs nervously. "Hoo, fuck. Remember, you get my comics if I die."
"Just remember what we talked about." Alex told her, oddly in reverse roles here, with Alex the confident one and Erin the one in doubt. "Adrianna took her apart in minutes. You ALMOST beat Adrianna. So use the same style, the same strategy, that almost beat Salvatore, and you should be in good shape."
"Just remember what we talked about." Alex told her, oddly in reverse roles here, with Alex the confident one and Erin the one in doubt. "Adrianna took her apart in minutes. You ALMOST beat Adrianna. So use the same style, the same strategy, that almost beat Salvatore, and you should be in good shape."
"You'll be fine." Alex assured her. "Win or lose, you're too good to come out of that immobilized. You'll be there to make sure Frost doesn't factor in." Alex said with utter confidence in her friend. "This is our night, babe. We're gonna show everyone they gotta start taking us seriously."
Erin broke into a relaxed laugh, slowly nodding. "Now, look who's giving who the pep talk." She said, bringing Alex in for another hug. "This is why we're best friends. We keep each other afloat. You're right. We're both gonna kick some ass tonight. And we're not gonna miss the chance to be in each other's corner. Besides, you win tonight? You get to take on Viper next! I am SUUUUUPER psyched to see that match!!" She picked up her gear, smiling at Alex as she ducked behind the divider wall to provide herself some privacy from the camera as she started changing into her attire.
"Yeah! I'll get to take... on... Viper?" Alex's face and tone both turned on a dime, as suddenly she looked ready to throw up. "Oh my god. If I win tonight I'm gonna get SMASHED next week! Oh my god..." And just like that, Alex let out a little 'eep', and scurried out of the locker room.
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"So in all his infinite wisdom, Stevie boy decided to book us against a couple of goddamned viking wannabes? Like, seriously, was this before or after he snorted rails of coke off a hooker's ass, Pitt?"
*Mannheim and Pitt sit in the Great White North dressing room, preparing for their upcoming match*
"Y'know, Willy, these guy are no joke! I've been watching their matches...they've got moves..."
"Pitt, so do we. We may be getting old, but we've still got it. Maybe these two will learn something."
*Pitt shrugs*
"Willy, they're like us fifteen years ago...and like a foot shorter. We might have our work cut out for us. I mean, I definitely want to go to WrestleWar and challenge Ultra Violence - call me a glutton for punishment, but those two need a good *beep* kickin'!"
"Relax, dummy. We've been a team longer than they've been able to wipe their own asses...we've got an advantage. I know how you think, and you try to understand how I think. At the end of the day, it all works."
"Hey, I know how you think too - mostly it's about hookers, beer, weed, and knockin' heads around. I guess that's what happens when you get old."
"Really dude? Rick's the one into the weed. The rest? Abso-fucking-loutely. Look, we go out, we do what we normally do - kick ass and take names. When the dust settles, we walk back up that ramp and leave two crumpled assholes on the mat in a pool of their own fluids."
*Pitt nods*
"Well, we always do a good job of that. I mean, there's a reason we had the belts way back when...maybe we can win this thing and be FOUR time Tag Team Champs!"
"Pitt, there's virtually no way we won't make it to WrestleWar, and there's no way we won't walk out of there with those straps. We just stick to the plan, and we win. Simple."
"Wait...we have a plan besides leaving a pile of broken bodies in the ring?"
*Mannheim nods*
"Yeah. You know the deal. The broken bodies are just collateral damage on our way to the top; they knew what they were getting themselves into when they signed the contract, it sounds like their problem...not ours."
"Y'know what else is a problem, Willy?"
*Mannheim shakes his head no, looking inquisitively at Pitt*
"ALIENS!"
*Mannheim cringes*
"For fuck sakes, you goddamned fuckmuppet! If you go on about aliens anymore, I'm cancelling Discovery!"
*Pitt looks at the camera*
"Good thing he can't cancel Ancient Aliens on YouTube! I'll get my Giorgio A. Tsoukalos fix one way or another!"
*Mannheim stares at Pitt*
"I hate you. I hope you know that. I hate you worse than I hate chicks with bushes, and I fucking HATE furburgers!"
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After an absolute, all out war that raged on for 18:41, the Army of Darkness defeated War Machine, by pinfall, after Mannheim and Pitt hit a devastating Trip to Hell on Hanson, leaving Mannheim to cover him for the pin. This advanced the Army of Darkness into the quarterfinals for Tag Team Wars.
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"So you're good with all this, right? No questions?" We hear a voice, talking in a one-sided conversation, it seems as the camera opens up on the inside of a locker room. Slowly panning over, the camera settles on Max LeBrun, sitting on a bench in jeans, a pair of Chuck Taylor sneakers and a sleeveless 7th Reign t-shirt; his hair is tied back in his usual "ronin" style. When he comes into frame, we see that he's holding his cell phone to his ear, hence why the conversation seemed one-sided. "Cool...." He gives a twisted smirk. "No, no. Nah, you just stick to the plan we went over. Later."
He ends the phone call and looks up with a small smile. "So far, so good. We've got this shit in the bag!" He stands up, looking to Julian Morrison, specifically with a 'your boy was right' look. "See? Told ya you can trust me!"
"As far as backup plans go..." Julian laughed, shaking his head. "I've never been so wrong. This should've been our MAIN plan to begin with. But you know what? You live and learn. Mistakes are made. It happens. What matters is that consequences are taken care of. This plan? This is heading towards a fresh start for us. Consequences will be paid, mistakes will be corrected... the Renegades will be back on track."
"Damn right, brother." Max fist bumps Julian. "If *this* doesn't shock motherfuckers into seeing that we're capable of *anything*, then I don't know what will. Now! Speaking of!" Max turns around as the camera pans out to bring the rest of the stable members that are present, into view. "T!" He directs his attention to Tyson Law. "Tonight's the first night of your big moment, man. You ready?" He brings his hand down in a low-five to the man. "Fucking soon-to-be inaugural Junior Heavyweight CHAMP up in this bitch!"
"Shit." Tyson laughed, snapping his gum with a smug grin. "Cole ain't been shit since dropping the Silver Mountain strap to Mannheim's kid. This is gonna be a fuckin' cakewalk. Big news tonight is gonna be you shutting Wolfe's mouth. When old man Lasher beat him, it shook him bad. Here's where we knock his ass down a few more pegs and get him outta our hair permanently."
Max laughed arrogantly. "Nothing a good drop on the head can't fix. Or two...depends on how merciful I'm feeling. And to be honest, tonight? Not much at all. This is big for everyone, though. Those people out there still doubt us. Judas Lasher thinks the Dominion is gonna be the one to capture every belt there is. Not if we get them first. And then, good luck taking them from us! Which brings me toooo...." He turned, smiling more sincerely then as he beckoned with a finger to call Candi Broduer over, immediately pulling the woman against him with his hands dangerously low on her back. Only then, did his smile turn cold and mischievous again. "I know you've got this. Time for my fine ass little Crippler to show daddy's little brat what happens when kids play with the pros."
Candi gave a half-smile, looking somewhere between miserable (as usual) and a little rattled. "I'll make you proud, Max. I'll take the runt out this time, for good."
"Hey." Max's cockiness wavered, showing a rare, more concerned side of the man that he really only displayed for the one he was speaking to at that moment. "You've got this, babe. I know you do. Besides, I'm already proud of you." He said, briefly looking more boyfriend-ish than stable leader-ish as he held onto Candi where she stood. "How's everything with Serena? You two good?"
We're... working on it." Candi said, trying like hell to be diplomatic about all this. "Nothing that can't be fixed with some teamwork."
Max nodded, confidently. "That's the spirit!" He offered Candi a smile. "Shit happens between teams. They have their ups and downs. But, at the end of the day, you two are the baddest bitches in this women's division. And next month? You two are gonna prove it." Finally, Max checked the clock before looking over at Tyson Law again. "Yo, T! You ready?"
Walking passed Max and Candi with a smirk, Tyson gave the man a fist bump, snapping his gum again. "Fucking got this, bro." He said, walking out of the locker room as the shot faded to black.
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Fading in from black, the camera opens on what appears to be a personal trophy room. Specfically, the room seems to be dedicated to the career accomplishments of none other than Adam Cole. As the camera slowly pans around the room, we see walls of images capturing his highlighting moments throughout his career prior to coming to NFW. Mixed in with the photographs are faux wrestling trophies that claim the man at subject to be the greatest athlete and talker on the mic that there is. This entire display is done in parody to the classic 1990s sitcom "Coach". Complete with the name "COLE" appearing on the screen, stylized the way the television show's title used to be done, in yellow lettering. Remember the college band-esque theme song that went with the show? Yeah, that's playing, too.
Finally, the camera pans over to what appears to be a football strategy board. Standing in front of it is none other than Adam Cole himself. To go with the scenary, he's dressed...well...like one would expect your stereotypical football coach to be dressed, complete with a ballcap with the letters "A.C" on the front while the back of his windbreaker jacket reads "BAY-BAY" in stylized font. He turns from the strategy board where we see a pen and what appears to be a playbook in his hand. "Hello boys and girls!" He says with his trademark, smug, arrogant smirk. "Welcome to the drawing board! Today, team, we're gonna talk strategy going into the playoffs! The end goal, of course, being the championship of the Junior Heavyweight division. Now, as you can see from the board here..." Adam Cole turns and points his pen at the center board where he has drawn out the brackets for the Battle of the Juniors tournament. "We've got a lot of big names in the playoffs here but our initial focus is here." He circles the bracket indicating his first round match against Tyson Law. "The Renegades are sending their most worthless asset onto the field to try and capture the gold, so it really shouldn't be a problem. Why's that, team? Because we all know that Tyson Law thinks he's hot shit and demands more than honestly deserves based on his talent. He's like the Le'Veon Bell of the NFW!" Adam Cole tosses the pen over his shoulder. "Now, we don't need to remind everyone how awesome we are, right?"
We hear a collective "NOOOOOOOO" which is clearly coming from an offscreen, recorded audio track. "We're gonna go out there and kick ass, right?" Next, we hear a collective "YEEEEEEEAH" from the track. "Who's getting his ass kicked tonight?!"
"TYSON LAW!!"
"And who's gonna deliver said ass kicking?"
"ADAM COLE, BAY-BAY!!!!"
Adam Cole slams his fist into his hand. "That's the spirit!! Let's go team!!" He sticks the whistle into his mouth and starts blowing obnoxiously on it as he goes charging off camera as the shot fades to black and the following text fades into view.
~ADAM COLE RETURNS~
~TONIGHT~
~(For real this time)~
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In the first round for Battle of the Juniors, Adam Cole and Tyson Law wrestled a pretty back and forth match that saw not only their techniques but their egos clash. Near the end of the match, Tyson Law delivered a Throwback to Adam Cole, setting him up for the Lawbreaker. As he began lifting the man back up to his feet, however....
REYNOLDS
"Whoa, wait a minute! What the hell?!"
"Uh-umm...hello...D-D-Doomsday...." Josh Davison clears his throat. "I didn't mean to bother you all, I umm...I just...i-is...Buzzsaw around?"
Grumbling in annoyance, Doomsday leans back into the locker room. His voice thunders like that of Ares himself. "BUZZSAW!!!! INTERVIEW!!!"
The masked TV Champion walked into the frame, staring daggers at Davison from behind his mask. His voice, soft and dignified, held a terrifyingly precise and confident tone. "Can I help you, Mr. Davison?"
To say that Josh Davison looked absolutely terrified was putting it lightly. The man was visibly trembling as he held the mic in his hand, trying not to drop it. "Umm..." Josh nodded. "H-hello. I just wanted to see if I could...a-ask you a couple of questions...b-before you head out to the ring...."
"Then ask." Buzzsaw stated simply, hoisting the TV Title belt, and slinging it over his right shoulder. "And do not waste my time."
Josh Davison nodded affirmatively, bringing the microphone back to himself. "Right...of course not. So, umm...." Josh Davison looked like he was about to shit himself. "...Fans have been wondering...you're almost the longest reigning Television Champion since NFW's re-inception. An accomplishment that...y-you will achieve if you are victorious tonight. Fans have started asking...are you content with your current position on the roster? Defeating opponents week in and week out...is it becoming boring for you?"
"Boring?" The masked man asked, as if it was the dumbest thing he'd ever been asked. "Are you stupid? What do you think this is, some trinket?" He asked, motioning to the title on his shoulder. "Some of the greatest of all time have held this title. And ANY title is only as prestigious as the people that hold it. And trust me... by the time I'm done? This title is going to mean more than any other title in this sport. I cannot be stopped. I will destroy any man who steps in my path. This title will remain mine, and bodies will be littered in my wake."
Josh gave a hesitant nod. "Well, n-no. I was just...I was relaying what fans...." He shook his head. "Umm...my next question, Buzzsaw...there have been some claiming that you may be too dangerous of an opponent, what with multiple match stoppages due to technical knockout as well as...." Davison trailed off for a moment before regaining his composure. "What is your response to those who have made such a claim?"
"My response is simple." Buzzsaw said, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "If I'm too dangerous....it just means the rest of the promotion needs to STEP... IT'S... FUCKING.... GAME... UP." He glared at the interviewer, moving to be almost nose-to-nose with him. "I don't say much. I don't NEED to say much. But I will tell you this - I am going to obliterate opponent... after opponent... until Brody finally goes and finds me someone who DESERVES to be in that ring with me. Until then... let the carnage continue."
To the humor of the crowd, Josh Davison's eyes went as wide as saucers as the camera zoomed in to capture the image of Buzzsaw getting right in his face. After a long pause, Josh brought the microphone up. "U-u-umm...I am...I mean...I will.... I'll tell him.... H-h-have a good day...s-s-sir...." Without another word, Josh Davison took a slow step back. Then another step back. Then another. Finally, he turned and immediately BOLTED down the hallway. The camera panned back, focusing on Buzzsaw as Josh Davison grew smaller and smaller in the distance, before cutting to the next segment.
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Scene opens as we see Sabastian Riley Young helpung his tag partner Ryan Steele prepare for his big match...The camera cuts into the locker room.."What you see here is a man thats focused.. a man thats focused on gold.. thats gold around his waist..if we both do not have it.. him and i have an agreement that we shall root for the other... so he is gonna bring this title home to The Fallen and the Renegades...and once we get this.. I'm calling out the current tag champs once again.. The Renegades will get all of the titles.. and we will reign supreme in this company..." says Sabastian All of a sudden theres a knock on the door... and its revealed to be none other than Victoria Emmerson "Hello gentleman." she says I would like to take this time to ask that if and when Ryan gets that title.. that my man gets the first shot after he recovers from his injuries..." She continues.
" You got a deal" says Ryan.." If its cleared through what his name.. im ok with it" says Ryan as he shakes Victoria's hand.
The scene closes as we see Victoria leaving the locker room and shutting the door behind her.....
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~LET ME HEAR YOU SCREAM!!~
After the N*FW intro show rolls, the pyro goes off around the stage before it lights up, illuminating the large company logo above the video wall.
HANSON
"WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! WE ARE READY FOR ANOTHER NIGHT OF NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING!!!! WE'RE COMING TO YOU LIVE, FROM DUBLIN IRELAND!!!! WE THANK YOU FOR JOINING US! I'M NICK HANSON, ALONG WITH MY BROADCAST PARTNERS, JA---"
REYNOLDS
"TOP O'THE MORN' T'YA, LADDIES AND LASSES!!!! M'NAME IS JIMMY REYNOLDS!!! COMIN' FORTH T'YE FROM GOOD OL' DUBLIN!!! SAY HELLO T'ME BROADCAST COLLEAGUES!! A RIGHT COUPLE O'CUNTS, NICK HANSON AND MATT KLAZZIC!!"
HANSON
"Good god, Jim. What in the HELL is wrong with you?!"
REYNOLDS
"What do ya mean?"
HANSON
"Why do you always have to be such an obnoxious dick every time we hit up a new venue?! Someone please tell me!! Anyone? Matt?"
The camera cuts to the broadcast table where we see an exasperated looking Nick Hanson in a clean, grey suit. To his right, James Reynolds sits in his usual casual attire of all black jeans, t-shirt and leather jacket with sunglasses. This time, he also sports a black flat cap to go with where they are. In front of Nick, sits a bottle of water. In front of James, a bottle of Jameson. To the left of Nick Hanson, sits Matt Klazzic in his own neat suit with his black and silver mask. As Nick Hanson looks to him for an explanation, the man just shakes his head, at a loss for words. At this point, he's given up in trying to figure James Reynolds out. Nick Hanson looks up, directly at the camera with a pleading look on his face.
HANSON
"With no disrespect to Mr. Brody, if there's any play-by-play jobs open anywhere, I could use a job where my coworker isn't an obnoxious dick."
James Reynolds cracks a big grin, pouring some of the Jameson into a shot glass.
REYNOLDS
"Relax, Nicky. Cheer up! We're in Ireland! Have a drink!"
HANSON
"You're DRINKING?! We're on TV Jim!!"
KLAZZIC
"I told him. You don't actually expect him to listen, do you, Nick Hanson?"
HANSON
"I...by god, you're right, Matt. You do the honors, again. I literally can't even right now."
REYNOLDS
"Hah! You sound like this girl I tapped last week."
Hanson lets out an exasperated groan and Reynolds laughs as Klazzic shakes his head and picks up a sheet of paper, leaning forward at the table.
KLAZZIC
"Well, like my more sensible broadcast colleague already said, it's great to have you with us tonight, folks! Tonight kicks off our UK Invasion tour! We'll be touring all around the United Kingdom for the remainder of November, up until mid December before we head back to the United States! I have to say, what a show we've got for you tonight! We'll be starting off with our Television Championship match. Once again, following the end of last week's broadcast, the Television Champion, Buzzsaw announced an open challenge to anyone who wanted to step up directly. Well, it wasn't long before he found his challenger as "The Omega" Ryan Steele reached out and answered! We'll be seeing that match shortly! After that, we'll be continuing the first rounds of the three tournaments we're running alongside one another - the Queen of the Ring, Tag Team Wars and the Battle of the Juniors! Now, these will be the last first round matches - with one exception - that air on broadcast. The rest have already taken place at an unaired house show earlier this week. You can read up on the results on our website En Eff Doubleyew dot com or you can view the pre-recorded footage on our streaming network. We will, however, see the Rebel Rousers collide with TM-61 on December 3rd to wrap up the first round of Tag Team Wars. And finally, for the main event, we have the tag team of Max LeBrun and Julian Morrison - The Renegades - taking on GreyWolfe - Chris Wolfe and Tyler Grey. It's gonna be a great show tonight, don't you dare touch that remote!"
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In a shocking, brutal display of dominance -- once the opening match started -- Buzzsaw and Ryan Steele locked up after the opening bell sounded, only for Steele to twist Buzzsaw's arm in an attempt at a wrist lock. Buzzsaw made a quick escape by rolling forward, reversing it into his own twisting of his opponent's arm. With a hard jerk, Buzzsaw hit an arm drag that brought Steele onto the mat, sitting up, only for the defending champion to turn sharply and deliver a loud kick to the chest, sending Steele back to the mat.
HANSON
"OHHHHHH!!! MAN!!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"Absolutely BRUTAL!!!"
REYNOLDS
"Those kicks are dangerous!"
Getting to his feet as quick as he could, Ryan Steele initiated another lockup with Buzzsaw. This time, he broke the hold and delivered an audible chop across Buzzsaw's chest that echoed with a *SMACK!*
REYNOLDS
"Ssssssssssssss!!!!! Oooouuuuuuuch!!!"
HANSON
"Matt, you've taken stiff chops like that. What's that feel like?"
KLAZZIC
"It's hard to even describe, Nick. It hurts."
Buzzsaw, however, seemed barely phased. Instead, he patted his bare chest again, nodding at Steele.
HANSON
"Look at this! The champ's saying come on! Do it again!"
Ryan Steele answered with another stiff chop that sent Buzzsaw staggering back half a step. Otherwise, the masked man simply shook his head...and responded with a surprisingly fast combo. First a stiff forearm...then a palm strike across the face...a chop across the chest of his own...and then a sharp kick to the leg that brought Ryan Steele down to one knee. Each shot could be heard throughout the crowd.
REYNOLDS
"Dear god!! Listen to those shots guys!! Buzzsaw jus---"
Before James Reynolds could finish, Buzzsaw struck again with a sudden snap roundhouse kick that connected with with Ryan Steele's face, sending the man to the mat.
CROWD
"OOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!!"
HANSON
"OH MY GOD!!!! DID YOU TWO HEAR THAT?!"
REYNOLDS
"Think I heard a goddamn bone crack!"
KLAZZIC
"You may be right, Jim. That sounded nasty!"
As Ryan Steele began to pull himself up again, Buzzsaw met him with a second snap roundhouse that sounded equally as brutal as the first one.
REYNOLDS
"GOOD LORD!!!!!"
HANSON
"That can't be it, can it?! Already?!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
KLAZZIC
"That is IT, Nick Hanson!"
REYNOLDS
"Guys, I think Ryan Steele may be hurt."
As Reynolds said this, the referee was, indeed, checking on Ryan Steele as "Make Your Own Bones" by Nothingface filled the arena. Standing back, Buzzsaw seemed hardly concerned as the referee began waving his arm for the EMTs. Even as they arrived, bringing a stretcher, Buzzsaw moved up the ramp with the Television Championship in hand.
REYNOLDS
"Guys? How long did that match even go on for? That was over before it began!"
HANSON
"By my clock? 1:19!!"
REYNOLDS
"One minute and nineteen seconds?! Holy crap! And people call Doomsday the monster of the Dominion of Pain? I think we're watching the real monster make his way up the ramp there!"
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"Wooooooo-hoo!" Alex Brody cheerfully yelled as she ran into the locker room, Wearing her ring gear, but with a sleeveless Slipknot shirt over it, she skipped over to her partner, hugging the redhead tightly. "Erin... I promise, tonight I am going to show Candi for the last time that she and Frost picked the WRONG girls to mess with.
Almost being bowled over, Erin Mercer caught her energetic friend, steadying herself. To the delight of the likes of James Reynolds and such, Erin was in the middle of preparing for her own match. Her gear laid out on the bench while she, herself, was still in a sports bra and gym shorts. "Gyagh! Save some of that energy for the ring, Alex!" Erin laughed. "You don't need to tell me. I know you can do it. Don't take this the wrong way, but one big thing you've got going for you tonight? I *know* Candi Broduer's gonna underestimate you in that ring. She's that damn stubborn. Even though you put on a clinic against Salvatore at the Vlad Blackheart Memorial, they still doubt you. Tonight, my girl's gonna show them why the Ayatollah of Rock N' Rolla dubbed her the new Lionheart!" Erin high fives Alex, before taking a deep breath and looking nervous then. "Then there's my match." She sighs nervously. "Hoo, fuck. Remember, you get my comics if I die."
"Just remember what we talked about." Alex told her, oddly in reverse roles here, with Alex the confident one and Erin the one in doubt. "Adrianna took her apart in minutes. You ALMOST beat Adrianna. So use the same style, the same strategy, that almost beat Salvatore, and you should be in good shape."
"Just remember what we talked about." Alex told her, oddly in reverse roles here, with Alex the confident one and Erin the one in doubt. "Adrianna took her apart in minutes. You ALMOST beat Adrianna. So use the same style, the same strategy, that almost beat Salvatore, and you should be in good shape."
"You'll be fine." Alex assured her. "Win or lose, you're too good to come out of that immobilized. You'll be there to make sure Frost doesn't factor in." Alex said with utter confidence in her friend. "This is our night, babe. We're gonna show everyone they gotta start taking us seriously."
Erin broke into a relaxed laugh, slowly nodding. "Now, look who's giving who the pep talk." She said, bringing Alex in for another hug. "This is why we're best friends. We keep each other afloat. You're right. We're both gonna kick some ass tonight. And we're not gonna miss the chance to be in each other's corner. Besides, you win tonight? You get to take on Viper next! I am SUUUUUPER psyched to see that match!!" She picked up her gear, smiling at Alex as she ducked behind the divider wall to provide herself some privacy from the camera as she started changing into her attire.
"Yeah! I'll get to take... on... Viper?" Alex's face and tone both turned on a dime, as suddenly she looked ready to throw up. "Oh my god. If I win tonight I'm gonna get SMASHED next week! Oh my god..." And just like that, Alex let out a little 'eep', and scurried out of the locker room.
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"So in all his infinite wisdom, Stevie boy decided to book us against a couple of goddamned viking wannabes? Like, seriously, was this before or after he snorted rails of coke off a hooker's ass, Pitt?"
*Mannheim and Pitt sit in the Great White North dressing room, preparing for their upcoming match*
"Y'know, Willy, these guy are no joke! I've been watching their matches...they've got moves..."
"Pitt, so do we. We may be getting old, but we've still got it. Maybe these two will learn something."
*Pitt shrugs*
"Willy, they're like us fifteen years ago...and like a foot shorter. We might have our work cut out for us. I mean, I definitely want to go to WrestleWar and challenge Ultra Violence - call me a glutton for punishment, but those two need a good *beep* kickin'!"
"Relax, dummy. We've been a team longer than they've been able to wipe their own asses...we've got an advantage. I know how you think, and you try to understand how I think. At the end of the day, it all works."
"Hey, I know how you think too - mostly it's about hookers, beer, weed, and knockin' heads around. I guess that's what happens when you get old."
"Really dude? Rick's the one into the weed. The rest? Abso-fucking-loutely. Look, we go out, we do what we normally do - kick ass and take names. When the dust settles, we walk back up that ramp and leave two crumpled assholes on the mat in a pool of their own fluids."
*Pitt nods*
"Well, we always do a good job of that. I mean, there's a reason we had the belts way back when...maybe we can win this thing and be FOUR time Tag Team Champs!"
"Pitt, there's virtually no way we won't make it to WrestleWar, and there's no way we won't walk out of there with those straps. We just stick to the plan, and we win. Simple."
"Wait...we have a plan besides leaving a pile of broken bodies in the ring?"
*Mannheim nods*
"Yeah. You know the deal. The broken bodies are just collateral damage on our way to the top; they knew what they were getting themselves into when they signed the contract, it sounds like their problem...not ours."
"Y'know what else is a problem, Willy?"
*Mannheim shakes his head no, looking inquisitively at Pitt*
"ALIENS!"
*Mannheim cringes*
"For fuck sakes, you goddamned fuckmuppet! If you go on about aliens anymore, I'm cancelling Discovery!"
*Pitt looks at the camera*
"Good thing he can't cancel Ancient Aliens on YouTube! I'll get my Giorgio A. Tsoukalos fix one way or another!"
*Mannheim stares at Pitt*
"I hate you. I hope you know that. I hate you worse than I hate chicks with bushes, and I fucking HATE furburgers!"
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After an absolute, all out war that raged on for 18:41, the Army of Darkness defeated War Machine, by pinfall, after Mannheim and Pitt hit a devastating Trip to Hell on Hanson, leaving Mannheim to cover him for the pin. This advanced the Army of Darkness into the quarterfinals for Tag Team Wars.
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"So you're good with all this, right? No questions?" We hear a voice, talking in a one-sided conversation, it seems as the camera opens up on the inside of a locker room. Slowly panning over, the camera settles on Max LeBrun, sitting on a bench in jeans, a pair of Chuck Taylor sneakers and a sleeveless 7th Reign t-shirt; his hair is tied back in his usual "ronin" style. When he comes into frame, we see that he's holding his cell phone to his ear, hence why the conversation seemed one-sided. "Cool...." He gives a twisted smirk. "No, no. Nah, you just stick to the plan we went over. Later."
He ends the phone call and looks up with a small smile. "So far, so good. We've got this shit in the bag!" He stands up, looking to Julian Morrison, specifically with a 'your boy was right' look. "See? Told ya you can trust me!"
"As far as backup plans go..." Julian laughed, shaking his head. "I've never been so wrong. This should've been our MAIN plan to begin with. But you know what? You live and learn. Mistakes are made. It happens. What matters is that consequences are taken care of. This plan? This is heading towards a fresh start for us. Consequences will be paid, mistakes will be corrected... the Renegades will be back on track."
"Damn right, brother." Max fist bumps Julian. "If *this* doesn't shock motherfuckers into seeing that we're capable of *anything*, then I don't know what will. Now! Speaking of!" Max turns around as the camera pans out to bring the rest of the stable members that are present, into view. "T!" He directs his attention to Tyson Law. "Tonight's the first night of your big moment, man. You ready?" He brings his hand down in a low-five to the man. "Fucking soon-to-be inaugural Junior Heavyweight CHAMP up in this bitch!"
"Shit." Tyson laughed, snapping his gum with a smug grin. "Cole ain't been shit since dropping the Silver Mountain strap to Mannheim's kid. This is gonna be a fuckin' cakewalk. Big news tonight is gonna be you shutting Wolfe's mouth. When old man Lasher beat him, it shook him bad. Here's where we knock his ass down a few more pegs and get him outta our hair permanently."
Max laughed arrogantly. "Nothing a good drop on the head can't fix. Or two...depends on how merciful I'm feeling. And to be honest, tonight? Not much at all. This is big for everyone, though. Those people out there still doubt us. Judas Lasher thinks the Dominion is gonna be the one to capture every belt there is. Not if we get them first. And then, good luck taking them from us! Which brings me toooo...." He turned, smiling more sincerely then as he beckoned with a finger to call Candi Broduer over, immediately pulling the woman against him with his hands dangerously low on her back. Only then, did his smile turn cold and mischievous again. "I know you've got this. Time for my fine ass little Crippler to show daddy's little brat what happens when kids play with the pros."
Candi gave a half-smile, looking somewhere between miserable (as usual) and a little rattled. "I'll make you proud, Max. I'll take the runt out this time, for good."
"Hey." Max's cockiness wavered, showing a rare, more concerned side of the man that he really only displayed for the one he was speaking to at that moment. "You've got this, babe. I know you do. Besides, I'm already proud of you." He said, briefly looking more boyfriend-ish than stable leader-ish as he held onto Candi where she stood. "How's everything with Serena? You two good?"
We're... working on it." Candi said, trying like hell to be diplomatic about all this. "Nothing that can't be fixed with some teamwork."
Max nodded, confidently. "That's the spirit!" He offered Candi a smile. "Shit happens between teams. They have their ups and downs. But, at the end of the day, you two are the baddest bitches in this women's division. And next month? You two are gonna prove it." Finally, Max checked the clock before looking over at Tyson Law again. "Yo, T! You ready?"
Walking passed Max and Candi with a smirk, Tyson gave the man a fist bump, snapping his gum again. "Fucking got this, bro." He said, walking out of the locker room as the shot faded to black.
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Fading in from black, the camera opens on what appears to be a personal trophy room. Specfically, the room seems to be dedicated to the career accomplishments of none other than Adam Cole. As the camera slowly pans around the room, we see walls of images capturing his highlighting moments throughout his career prior to coming to NFW. Mixed in with the photographs are faux wrestling trophies that claim the man at subject to be the greatest athlete and talker on the mic that there is. This entire display is done in parody to the classic 1990s sitcom "Coach". Complete with the name "COLE" appearing on the screen, stylized the way the television show's title used to be done, in yellow lettering. Remember the college band-esque theme song that went with the show? Yeah, that's playing, too.
Finally, the camera pans over to what appears to be a football strategy board. Standing in front of it is none other than Adam Cole himself. To go with the scenary, he's dressed...well...like one would expect your stereotypical football coach to be dressed, complete with a ballcap with the letters "A.C" on the front while the back of his windbreaker jacket reads "BAY-BAY" in stylized font. He turns from the strategy board where we see a pen and what appears to be a playbook in his hand. "Hello boys and girls!" He says with his trademark, smug, arrogant smirk. "Welcome to the drawing board! Today, team, we're gonna talk strategy going into the playoffs! The end goal, of course, being the championship of the Junior Heavyweight division. Now, as you can see from the board here..." Adam Cole turns and points his pen at the center board where he has drawn out the brackets for the Battle of the Juniors tournament. "We've got a lot of big names in the playoffs here but our initial focus is here." He circles the bracket indicating his first round match against Tyson Law. "The Renegades are sending their most worthless asset onto the field to try and capture the gold, so it really shouldn't be a problem. Why's that, team? Because we all know that Tyson Law thinks he's hot shit and demands more than honestly deserves based on his talent. He's like the Le'Veon Bell of the NFW!" Adam Cole tosses the pen over his shoulder. "Now, we don't need to remind everyone how awesome we are, right?"
We hear a collective "NOOOOOOOO" which is clearly coming from an offscreen, recorded audio track. "We're gonna go out there and kick ass, right?" Next, we hear a collective "YEEEEEEEAH" from the track. "Who's getting his ass kicked tonight?!"
"TYSON LAW!!"
"And who's gonna deliver said ass kicking?"
"ADAM COLE, BAY-BAY!!!!"
Adam Cole slams his fist into his hand. "That's the spirit!! Let's go team!!" He sticks the whistle into his mouth and starts blowing obnoxiously on it as he goes charging off camera as the shot fades to black and the following text fades into view.
~ADAM COLE RETURNS~
~TONIGHT~
~(For real this time)~
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In the first round for Battle of the Juniors, Adam Cole and Tyson Law wrestled a pretty back and forth match that saw not only their techniques but their egos clash. Near the end of the match, Tyson Law delivered a Throwback to Adam Cole, setting him up for the Lawbreaker. As he began lifting the man back up to his feet, however....
REYNOLDS
"Whoa, wait a minute! What the hell?!"
KLAZZIC
"What's she doing here?!"
As the announcers expressed their confusion, Mia Hayashi came running down the ramp, climbed up onto the ramp and began doing whatever she could to distract the referee. This included yelling obscenities over at Tyson Law, whom was also distracted enough to shove Adam Cole aside and step forward as the referee got right up to the ropes and demanded Mia leave ringside.
HANSON
"What the hell is Mia even doing out here?!"
As if it was a way to give an answer, Adam Cole got to his feet, saw the opportunity and spun Tyson Law around before hitting him with a blatant low blow kick!!
CROWD
"OHHHHHH!!!"
REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!"
KLAZZIC
"A LOW BLOW TO TYSON LAW!!! IS THAT WHAT MIA HAYASHI WANTED?!"
At the ropes, Mia Hayashi waited for Adam Cole to climb up onto the middle turnbuckle before throwing the referee the deuces and hopped down, happily skipping back up the ramp. As the referee turned his attention back to the match, Adam Cole came off of the turnbuckle, hitting Tyson Law with....
REYNOLDS
"PANAMA SUNRISE!!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"ARE YOU KIDDING?!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
HANSON
"AND ADAM COLE'S GOING TO THE QUARTERFINALS!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"DESPICABLE!!!"
Adelita's Way's "Bad Reputation" played over the sound system as Adam Cole got to his feet, flashing his cocky little grin. A grin that immediately turned to an excited look of accomplishment as Mia Hayashi returned to the ring and jumped into the man for a celebratory hug, laughing like a giddy school girl.
HANSON
"Waaaaaait a minute...."
KLAZZIC
"What's going on here?!"
REYNOLDS
"Guys, the stage! Look!"
Cameras switched over to capture Adrianna Salvatore and Angel Kusanagi walking out onto the stage. While Angel looked stoic as usual, Adrianna had a small smirk on her face as she clapped slowly for the match's victor. Back inside the ring, Adam Cole stood in the center, throwing his hands into the air. It was Mia Hayashi, however, whilst striking the classic NWO finger point, that announced to the crowd:
"ADAM COLE, BAY-BAY!!!!!"
Afterwards, Adam and Mia fist bumped before the two exited the ring and made their way up the ramp to meet the rest of the Unwanted where he immediately met Adrianna with a hug before the four stood side by side, leaving the crowd and viewers at home with one hell of a sight as the shot faded to a commercial break.
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The camera opens up backstage, with Amy Connors standing ready, microphone in hand as she smiles at the camera.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Amy Connors, here again, with another backstage interview. I'm here with, none other than, Erin Mercer: competing, tonight, in the Queen of the Ring tournament. Erin, you have your first round match up tonight against, arguably, one of the best wrestlers in any women's divison in the world. Now, you've followed wrestling since childhood. Are you familiar with Mayu Iwatani?"
Tonight, Erin Mercer wore a red variation of her gear with her usual black, leather jacket. "I'm *very * familiar with her." She nodded, affirmatively, looking serious for once, rather than smiling from ear to ear like she was usually seen doing. "In my eyes, she's *the* best active women's wrestler of this generation. I know this isn't gonna be a cake walk. I'd never want it to be."
"How confident are you, going into this match?" Amy Connors asked sincerely.
"As confident as I can be, considering the circumstances." Erin said, adjusting the collar of her jacket. "We're not that far apart in age, but she's got some years of experience on me. I started training when I was seventeen. Mayu made her debut at that same age. Mind you, I was fifteen at that point. I'm not gonna let that hold me back, though. Because one thing that stands out to me is that, while we both suffered losses to the NFW Women's Champion? No disrespect to Mayu, but, I lasted longer. A hell of a lot longer."
A little surprised but nodding in agreement, Amy recapped for the fans. "That *is* true. For those who missed When Worlds Collide, earlier this year, we saw Mayu Iwatani serve as the representative for World Wonder Ring Stardom, where she challenged for the NFW Women's Championship and was defeated in just over four minutes by Adrianna Salvatore. Now, Erin, you said you see her as one of the best in the world, yet there is that, specific blemish on her record. Do you consider that match an exception?"
Erin Mercer sighs and shakes her head. "Amy, I don't know what happened that night. Maybe Mayu Iwatani underestimated her opponent. Maybe Adrianna Salvatore is just a freak of nature in that ring. She certainly wrestles like it. All I know is...that I came up short on my last run at the title. I don't plan on repeating that. I'll do whatever it takes. I'll go through whoever I have to. And yes, I know there's a very good chance I'll have to face my best friend in the semi-finals if we both make it that far. We both know what's at stake but it's like Alex and I keep saying: you don't need to hate each other to put on a great match. Some of the best matches have been put on between best friends. Hell, speaking of Mayu, look at her and Io Shirai. May 15th, 2016. My favorite match of all time. They did it for the World of Stardom Championship. They beat the hell out of one another and hugged it out in the end. I have nothing but respect for my opponent, tonight. With any luck, it ends in a handshake. One thing I *am* certain of, though?" Erin shakes her head. "I don't know if she underestimated the champion at When Worlds Collide...but she better not underestimate *me.*" She said, letting out another nervous sigh.
After a brief pause, ensuring that Amy Connors had no other questions, Erin Mercer made her way off camera, leaving Amy to watch her go before looking back at the camera. "Ah...well...back to you, Nick, Matt and Jim!"
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In one hell of a display of women's wrestling, Erin Mercer defeated Mayu Iwatani, by pinfall in 19:07, after digging deep, throwing everything she had, and finally hitting the Red Death for the cover! This advanced Erin Mercer into the quarterfinals for Queen of the Ring.
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*In the back of the arena, we see Paul Heyman confidently leading Minoru Suzuki and Havok to the ring. Suzuki has his trademark towel covering his head. All three are walking with purpose when they run into Josh Davidson.*
"Excuse me, Paul Heyman? I'm glad we caught you. Tonight, we will see Minoru Suzuki teaming with Havok as you two will face Colt Shields and Satoru Shade in this Tag Team Wars challenge. Now, many are surprised at Minoru Suzuki's choice of a partner as in the past, we have seen Minoru Suzuki teaming up with Zack Sabre, Jr. and the two were successful as a team, capturing titles in Europe. Is there any reasoning behind this decision?" Davidson asks, trying to stay unaware of the sneer Suzuki is giving him.
"Josh, Josh, Josh. For all the credit I gave you the last time we spoke, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take that back for asking such an asinine question. Yes, Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr. may represent a team with more experience, but has it ever occurred to you that the same reason my client, the King, Minoru Suzuki, personally selected Mr. Sabre in the past is why he has personally selected Havok now? Let me give you a brief history lesson. We all know the lethality of Zack Sabre Jr's submission prowess in that ring. He can twist, pull, and render any limb almost out of your socket without a worry in his eye. But there was something missing. And it wasn't until Minoru Suzuki sought out Zack Sabre Jr., took him under his wing, and showed him how he could actually ENJOY inflicting the pain he laid upon others. THAT is when Zack Sabre Jr became complete. THAT is when he saw what he was missing. And THAT is why he is the lethal submission master he is today. Now, you take someone like Havok. A man that is six-foot-three, and 265 pounds. A man that already HAS that sadist pleasure inflicting pain. A man that is full of untapped and directionless power and rage with the speed and agility to match. And you place all that under the watchful eye of Minoru Suzuki? Well, you tell me Josh Davidson. Do YOU think it makes no sense for Minoru Suzuki to team up with Havok? When Minoru Suzuki sees something in you, and is willing to put you through the rigors, you MUST be something special. Don't believe me? Ask Zack Sabre Jr. Ask El Desperado. Ask Davy "Boy" Smith Jr. You tell me, Josh. do we really need to layout a reason behind this decision. Shields? Shade? Consider yourselves fortunate. Tonight, you step in the ring with a wave that is JUST beginning to form. A wave that, as time goes on, will build in speed and power. A wave, that in due time, will crash over NFW, and god help anyone that gets in its way. Tonight, you will learn, above all else, that...," Heyman is suddenly interrupted as Havok places his hand over the mic before grabbing Davidson's arm along with the mic while looking sternly into the camera as a shocked Heyman looks on along with an equally shocked Josh Davidson.
The camera angle slowly panned in on Havok's obscurred face, giving us a good glimpse of the deranged eyes that lied beneath his mask. It was still possible to tell that Josh Davison's entire body was shaking, even with the vice grip Havok had on his wrist as he brought the microphone up to where his mouth would be behind the mask. In a low voice, one that was closer to a growl, Havok let the world know *exactly* what they were going to learn, tonight:
"Suzuki-gun...." Havok growled, slowly raising the index finger on his other hand. "Ichibaaaaaaan!"
*As Havok slowly moves Davidson's arm aside, Havok pushes his way through Davidson and the cameraman as Heyman gives Davidson a knowing smirk as he walks by. Suzuki stops to look at Davidson for a moment and sizes him up as Davidson meekly looks down, before Suzuki chuckles and walks by as the camera fades to black.*
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*The camera shifts back to the ring and we see Matt Klazzic standing alone in the ring with a mic.*
"G'day DUBLIN!!!" Klazzic yells, unaware of where he is and the crowd lets him have it.
REYNOLDS
"He's such a fucking idiot...."
HANSON
"Oh stop it."
"Allow me at this time to introduce two men who will be making their NFW debuts as part of the Tag Team Wars tournament. Hailing from Australia, by way of Florida, allow me to introduce to you, Nick Miller and Shane Thorne, TM-61!!!"
*The crowd stands and looks at the entranceway as "Joker & the Thief" by Wolfmother plays and out come Miller and Thorne, both waving white towels and waving to the cheering fans. They exchange high fives with the fans as they walk down the ring and along ringside before standing on opposite ends of the turnbuckle and continue waving the towels over their heads as they enter the ring. As the music stops and the crowd settles back into their seats, both men take the opportunity to exchange handshakes with Klazzic before flanking him on either side.*
"Gentlemen, on behalf of these good fans here in Dublin, Ireland, welcome to NFW!!!" Klazzic says as the fans cheer and Miller and Thorne look around and nod in approval.
"Now gentlemen, you will soon be making your debuts in NFW in the Tag Team Wars tournament against the Rebel Rousers. What kind of impact are you two looking to make here in NFW?" Klazzic asks.
"Well Matt, first things first. I think you may have made a mistake," Miller says.
"Let's make things perfectly clear, you are not in the ring with Nick Miller and Shane Thorne. NFW didn't bring in TM-61," Miller says as Klazzic looks confused as the crowd murmurs in confusion.
"NFW brought in Mikey Nicholls and Shane Haste, TMDK!!!" Haste says as Klazzic looks around shocked as the crowd cheers its approval.
"You see, Matt. When we were brought into Florida, they saw to it to repackage and rename us as they saw fit within THEIR brand. They had us work a style that was more along the lines of what THEY saw in us. They ultimately didn't see potential in us, instead they saw us as investments to line their pockets and make their investors happy. Well, that's not what we're about. Shane and I have wrestled around the world, showing fans what a team of speed, power, and technique looks like. We've gone up against teams like KES, The Young Bucks, CHAOS, and War Machine. The Rebel Rousers will be smart not to take us lightly. You're looking at a team that became the first team since Hanson and Vader in 1998 to win Tokyo Sports' Tag Team of the Year Award. An award that rarely, if ever, is awarded to a couple of gaijin from Australia," Nicholls says as the crowd cheers as he steps away and fires up the crowd some more while Haste takes his place next to Klazzic.
"Get ready boys, you step in the ring with us and give us your best shot, but you two will find yourselves on Thunder Valley and you will know, after we're done, that The Mighty Don't Kneel," Haste says as "Joker & the Thief" starts to play again as both Haste and Nicholls shake Klazzic's hand again before standing on opposite turnbuckles to soak in the crowds one last time as they do one more towel wave, before leaving the ring as the camera fades to black.
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As the shot faded back in from the commercial break, the fans ears were immediately struck by the opening war drums to "ICHIBAN" coming through the arena sound system.
REYNOLDS
"Welp!!! I'm getting outta here!"
HANSON
"Sit--down--now!"
REYNOLDS
"But, b-b-but! Suzuki...and Havok!"
KLAZZIC
"Sit still. Maybe they won't see you!"
Nick Hanson can be heard laughing at Matt Klazzic's remark.
HANSON
"Havok *is* about the size of a T-Rex, isn't he?"
As the conversation went on ans the song picked up, Paul Heyman appeared, joined by El Desperado who knelt low on the ramp and opened out the Suzuki-Gun flag as, emerging from the curtain, Minoru Suzuki and Havok walked out, strictly all business.
ARDEN
"The following contest, ladies and gentlemen, is a first round Tag Team Wars matchup! Introducing first, representing Suzuki-Gun -- being lead to the ring by Paul Heyman and El Desperado -- they are HAVOK and MINOOOOOORUUUUU SUUUUUZUUUUUUUKIIIIIIIIII!!!!!"
And just as James Reynolds feared, Havok made a beeline for the announce table.
REYNOLDS
"Oh no, here he comes!"
Without wasting time, Havok slapped Nick's water bottle off of the table, right into his lap and threw Matt's over his shoulder, letting it spill to the floor.
HANSON
"HEY, C'MON!!! STOP IT!! PAUL!! COME GET THIS GUY!!"
Instead, Paul Heyman stood back as Havok got to James Reynolds. The hulking beast of a man then lifted Reynolds' bottle of Jameson, examining it before he popped the cap off....and poured the rest of the half filled bottle out....right over Reynolds' head. Reynolds just sat there and took it as Havok chucked the bottle to the floor and moved with a sudden quickness, sliding into the ring to join Minoru.
HANSON
"Umm...you okay, Jim?"
REYNOLDS
"...Y-yeah.... I'll live."
HANSON
"Umm...sorry about your bottle."
REYNOLDS
"It was sweet tea anyway...."
HANSON
"Wait, what?!"
REYNOLDS
"Well yeah. Not like I can legally drink on live television, Nicky."
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Minoru Suzuki and Havok made quick work of Colt Shields and Satoru Shade as, immediately upon the two entering the ring, they attacked the rag tag team like a couple of wolves. Suzuki going for Satoru, while Havok went for the larger Colt.
HANSON
"OH C'MON!!!! AT LEAST LET THEM GET SITUATED!!! HEY PAUL, WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH THESE GUYS?!"
When the match finally did get underway, Minoru and Havok displayed surprising chemistry. With a combination of ruthless offense and quick tags, they easily picked apart their first round opponents. The match came to an end at 10:22 when Minoru Suzuki had Satoru Shade in an Indian Deathlock outside the ring, leaving the man screaming in pain as, inside the ring, Havok finished running over Colt Shields before hoisting him up for the Disasterpiece and planting him in the center of the ring for the pinfall. Minoru Suzuki and Havok, therefore, advanced into the quarterfinals.
REYNOLDS
"What's that maniac doing now?"
As "ICHIBAN" played again, Havok rolled Colt Shields over, locking in a painfully angled Camel Clutch with the big man wrenching back as much as he could. Outside, while Suzuki had released Shade from the Indian Deathlock, he continued to pelt him with demeaning kicks to the head, taunting all the while.
HANSON
"Can someone get these guys outta here?! They won the match. Get them out!"
It wasn't until Heyman and Suzuki both motioned to Havok, delighted as they were, that it was time to go, that Havok released Colt Shields, shoving him violently to the mat before joining the two and El Desperado and exited up the ramp.
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AKI defeated El Piso Mojado in the Battle of the Juniors first round, by submission in 14:09, with a Dragon Sleeper, advancing himself into the quarterfinals.
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*Rick Dickulous sits at a boardroom table, the NFW logo adorns the wall behind him*
"So, all I have to do is read this, Tracy? Really, guy? I mean, ok, I guess. You're sure this is all Brody wants?"
*From off camera a female voice can be heard*
"That's what he said, Rick...just read the script."
"Ok, Tracy guy...if this is all I gotta do..."
*Rick clears his throat and picks up the paper sitting in front of him*
"I would like to take this time to offer my most sincere apologies to the NFW personnel affected by the after match events on the fifth day of November, 2018. I, insert name here..."
*Tracy interrupts*
"Rick...you're supposed to say your name, not insert name here."
"Ohhhhh, jeez, guy...that makes a helluvalot more sense, eh? Shit! Where was I? Oh, right..."
*Again, Rick clears his throat*
"I, Rick Dickulous, attacked security staff while they were doing their job by protecting two athletes from each other, at the request of NFW Commissioner Steven Brody. For that, I would like to offer my sincerest apology to them, and to.....no fucking way, guy....I refuse to read the rest of this, Tracy guy!!"
"Rick, Commissioner Brody was very clear - you read the apology, or you pack your bags. You read the apology, or your contract with NFW will be forfeit, and you will be stripped of the Silver Mountain Championship immediately. Look, I don't make the rules, I'm just helping to smooth things over. Mr. Brody is incredibly upset that his support staff are continuously being used as punching bags...just...just read the apology, Rick. Think about all your fans..."
*Rick sighs*
"Fine, but I'm changing the script, and Mr. Brody is gonna have to accept it, eh?"
"...I would like to offer my sincerest apology to them, to the fans who had to witness the post match events....and to Kaiju for....for....FOR NOT BREAKING MY GODDAMNED FOOT OFF IN HIS GIANT, GERIATRIC ASS!!"
*Tracy yells over Rick, her voice taking on a tone that would make a hardened criminal cry*
"GODDAMNIT, RICK, READ THE FUCKING SCRIPT! PICK IT UP, LOOK AT THE WORDS ON THE PAGE, AND READ THEM OUT LOUD OR SO HELP ME GOD..."
*Rick's eyes widen as his jaw drops in shock. He looks at the paper quickly, trying to find his place*
"Uhhh...I'd also like to apologize to Doomsday for my actions on the fifth of November. Closed handed strikes are prohibited in the NFW, as such, I have been suspended from in ring competition until Commissioner Steven Brody determines the total cost to the NFW that my actions caused."
*Rick sets the paper down on the table and looks off camera again*
"Is that good, Tracy guy?"
"That's everything on the page, Rick. Now, I'm not really supposed to do this, but because my son Matthew is one of your biggest fans, I'll give you a couple of minutes. Keep it quick, I'm putting my own neck on the line here..."
*Rick turns back to the camera*
"Kaiju? Doomsday? This isn't finished, guy...not by a long shot. You started this, and I intend to finish it - one way or another, you WILL realize that, eh? See, you seem to think I should just lay down and take it. Bend over, grab my ankles, and ask you to be gentle? Nah, guy...that's not how I roll. I'll get my chance, and when I do? You're gonna wish you hadn't attacked me. See, you thought that saying it wasn't personal gave you the right to do whatever you wanted...that I'd just sweep it under the rug and be done with it."
*Rick wags a finger back and forth*
"Nonono, bud. See, I learned from my father - you might know him, but somehow I think either you've taken one too many chair shots, or maybe the Alzheimer's is finally setting in, guy. You and I will have our time, and on that day you'll finally meet your equal...let that sink in, Matteo...I WILL NOT BE YOUR WHIPPING BOY!"
*Rick smiles into the camera*
"And speaking of whipping boys...Zack Sabre Jr? Really guy? I mean, I knew you were a slimeball, but that? That was worse than a Frenchie complaining that the rest of Canada doesn't care about French - hint: we don't. You want a shot at me? Sure, you earned it by beating me in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial, and I'm not one to back down from a challenge, as you've seen."
*Rick shrugs*
"You could've just asked, but instead you decided to slide into the ring and attack me from behind. Obviously that was the only way you felt safe. Well, bud? Now you have to do this face to face...and with what's going on right now, guy? You're in for the fight of your life. The Silver Mountain Championship will leave around my waist, and you'll leave in an ambulance. You made your bed, Zack..."
*Tracy cuts Rick off again*
"OK, look, I have to stop you there. From what I understand, Mr. Brody will be in touch with you soon to review your suspension...until then, just keep your nose clean, would you? Matthew would be really upset if his hero was shitcanned!"
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"What's she doing here?!"
As the announcers expressed their confusion, Mia Hayashi came running down the ramp, climbed up onto the ramp and began doing whatever she could to distract the referee. This included yelling obscenities over at Tyson Law, whom was also distracted enough to shove Adam Cole aside and step forward as the referee got right up to the ropes and demanded Mia leave ringside.
HANSON
"What the hell is Mia even doing out here?!"
As if it was a way to give an answer, Adam Cole got to his feet, saw the opportunity and spun Tyson Law around before hitting him with a blatant low blow kick!!
CROWD
"OHHHHHH!!!"
REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!"
KLAZZIC
"A LOW BLOW TO TYSON LAW!!! IS THAT WHAT MIA HAYASHI WANTED?!"
At the ropes, Mia Hayashi waited for Adam Cole to climb up onto the middle turnbuckle before throwing the referee the deuces and hopped down, happily skipping back up the ramp. As the referee turned his attention back to the match, Adam Cole came off of the turnbuckle, hitting Tyson Law with....
REYNOLDS
"PANAMA SUNRISE!!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"ARE YOU KIDDING?!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
HANSON
"AND ADAM COLE'S GOING TO THE QUARTERFINALS!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"DESPICABLE!!!"
Adelita's Way's "Bad Reputation" played over the sound system as Adam Cole got to his feet, flashing his cocky little grin. A grin that immediately turned to an excited look of accomplishment as Mia Hayashi returned to the ring and jumped into the man for a celebratory hug, laughing like a giddy school girl.
HANSON
"Waaaaaait a minute...."
KLAZZIC
"What's going on here?!"
REYNOLDS
"Guys, the stage! Look!"
Cameras switched over to capture Adrianna Salvatore and Angel Kusanagi walking out onto the stage. While Angel looked stoic as usual, Adrianna had a small smirk on her face as she clapped slowly for the match's victor. Back inside the ring, Adam Cole stood in the center, throwing his hands into the air. It was Mia Hayashi, however, whilst striking the classic NWO finger point, that announced to the crowd:
"ADAM COLE, BAY-BAY!!!!!"
Afterwards, Adam and Mia fist bumped before the two exited the ring and made their way up the ramp to meet the rest of the Unwanted where he immediately met Adrianna with a hug before the four stood side by side, leaving the crowd and viewers at home with one hell of a sight as the shot faded to a commercial break.
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The camera opens up backstage, with Amy Connors standing ready, microphone in hand as she smiles at the camera.
"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Amy Connors, here again, with another backstage interview. I'm here with, none other than, Erin Mercer: competing, tonight, in the Queen of the Ring tournament. Erin, you have your first round match up tonight against, arguably, one of the best wrestlers in any women's divison in the world. Now, you've followed wrestling since childhood. Are you familiar with Mayu Iwatani?"
Tonight, Erin Mercer wore a red variation of her gear with her usual black, leather jacket. "I'm *very * familiar with her." She nodded, affirmatively, looking serious for once, rather than smiling from ear to ear like she was usually seen doing. "In my eyes, she's *the* best active women's wrestler of this generation. I know this isn't gonna be a cake walk. I'd never want it to be."
"How confident are you, going into this match?" Amy Connors asked sincerely.
"As confident as I can be, considering the circumstances." Erin said, adjusting the collar of her jacket. "We're not that far apart in age, but she's got some years of experience on me. I started training when I was seventeen. Mayu made her debut at that same age. Mind you, I was fifteen at that point. I'm not gonna let that hold me back, though. Because one thing that stands out to me is that, while we both suffered losses to the NFW Women's Champion? No disrespect to Mayu, but, I lasted longer. A hell of a lot longer."
A little surprised but nodding in agreement, Amy recapped for the fans. "That *is* true. For those who missed When Worlds Collide, earlier this year, we saw Mayu Iwatani serve as the representative for World Wonder Ring Stardom, where she challenged for the NFW Women's Championship and was defeated in just over four minutes by Adrianna Salvatore. Now, Erin, you said you see her as one of the best in the world, yet there is that, specific blemish on her record. Do you consider that match an exception?"
Erin Mercer sighs and shakes her head. "Amy, I don't know what happened that night. Maybe Mayu Iwatani underestimated her opponent. Maybe Adrianna Salvatore is just a freak of nature in that ring. She certainly wrestles like it. All I know is...that I came up short on my last run at the title. I don't plan on repeating that. I'll do whatever it takes. I'll go through whoever I have to. And yes, I know there's a very good chance I'll have to face my best friend in the semi-finals if we both make it that far. We both know what's at stake but it's like Alex and I keep saying: you don't need to hate each other to put on a great match. Some of the best matches have been put on between best friends. Hell, speaking of Mayu, look at her and Io Shirai. May 15th, 2016. My favorite match of all time. They did it for the World of Stardom Championship. They beat the hell out of one another and hugged it out in the end. I have nothing but respect for my opponent, tonight. With any luck, it ends in a handshake. One thing I *am* certain of, though?" Erin shakes her head. "I don't know if she underestimated the champion at When Worlds Collide...but she better not underestimate *me.*" She said, letting out another nervous sigh.
After a brief pause, ensuring that Amy Connors had no other questions, Erin Mercer made her way off camera, leaving Amy to watch her go before looking back at the camera. "Ah...well...back to you, Nick, Matt and Jim!"
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In one hell of a display of women's wrestling, Erin Mercer defeated Mayu Iwatani, by pinfall in 19:07, after digging deep, throwing everything she had, and finally hitting the Red Death for the cover! This advanced Erin Mercer into the quarterfinals for Queen of the Ring.
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*In the back of the arena, we see Paul Heyman confidently leading Minoru Suzuki and Havok to the ring. Suzuki has his trademark towel covering his head. All three are walking with purpose when they run into Josh Davidson.*
"Excuse me, Paul Heyman? I'm glad we caught you. Tonight, we will see Minoru Suzuki teaming with Havok as you two will face Colt Shields and Satoru Shade in this Tag Team Wars challenge. Now, many are surprised at Minoru Suzuki's choice of a partner as in the past, we have seen Minoru Suzuki teaming up with Zack Sabre, Jr. and the two were successful as a team, capturing titles in Europe. Is there any reasoning behind this decision?" Davidson asks, trying to stay unaware of the sneer Suzuki is giving him.
"Josh, Josh, Josh. For all the credit I gave you the last time we spoke, I'm afraid I'm going to have to take that back for asking such an asinine question. Yes, Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr. may represent a team with more experience, but has it ever occurred to you that the same reason my client, the King, Minoru Suzuki, personally selected Mr. Sabre in the past is why he has personally selected Havok now? Let me give you a brief history lesson. We all know the lethality of Zack Sabre Jr's submission prowess in that ring. He can twist, pull, and render any limb almost out of your socket without a worry in his eye. But there was something missing. And it wasn't until Minoru Suzuki sought out Zack Sabre Jr., took him under his wing, and showed him how he could actually ENJOY inflicting the pain he laid upon others. THAT is when Zack Sabre Jr became complete. THAT is when he saw what he was missing. And THAT is why he is the lethal submission master he is today. Now, you take someone like Havok. A man that is six-foot-three, and 265 pounds. A man that already HAS that sadist pleasure inflicting pain. A man that is full of untapped and directionless power and rage with the speed and agility to match. And you place all that under the watchful eye of Minoru Suzuki? Well, you tell me Josh Davidson. Do YOU think it makes no sense for Minoru Suzuki to team up with Havok? When Minoru Suzuki sees something in you, and is willing to put you through the rigors, you MUST be something special. Don't believe me? Ask Zack Sabre Jr. Ask El Desperado. Ask Davy "Boy" Smith Jr. You tell me, Josh. do we really need to layout a reason behind this decision. Shields? Shade? Consider yourselves fortunate. Tonight, you step in the ring with a wave that is JUST beginning to form. A wave that, as time goes on, will build in speed and power. A wave, that in due time, will crash over NFW, and god help anyone that gets in its way. Tonight, you will learn, above all else, that...," Heyman is suddenly interrupted as Havok places his hand over the mic before grabbing Davidson's arm along with the mic while looking sternly into the camera as a shocked Heyman looks on along with an equally shocked Josh Davidson.
The camera angle slowly panned in on Havok's obscurred face, giving us a good glimpse of the deranged eyes that lied beneath his mask. It was still possible to tell that Josh Davison's entire body was shaking, even with the vice grip Havok had on his wrist as he brought the microphone up to where his mouth would be behind the mask. In a low voice, one that was closer to a growl, Havok let the world know *exactly* what they were going to learn, tonight:
"Suzuki-gun...." Havok growled, slowly raising the index finger on his other hand. "Ichibaaaaaaan!"
*As Havok slowly moves Davidson's arm aside, Havok pushes his way through Davidson and the cameraman as Heyman gives Davidson a knowing smirk as he walks by. Suzuki stops to look at Davidson for a moment and sizes him up as Davidson meekly looks down, before Suzuki chuckles and walks by as the camera fades to black.*
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*The camera shifts back to the ring and we see Matt Klazzic standing alone in the ring with a mic.*
"G'day DUBLIN!!!" Klazzic yells, unaware of where he is and the crowd lets him have it.
REYNOLDS
"He's such a fucking idiot...."
HANSON
"Oh stop it."
"Allow me at this time to introduce two men who will be making their NFW debuts as part of the Tag Team Wars tournament. Hailing from Australia, by way of Florida, allow me to introduce to you, Nick Miller and Shane Thorne, TM-61!!!"
*The crowd stands and looks at the entranceway as "Joker & the Thief" by Wolfmother plays and out come Miller and Thorne, both waving white towels and waving to the cheering fans. They exchange high fives with the fans as they walk down the ring and along ringside before standing on opposite ends of the turnbuckle and continue waving the towels over their heads as they enter the ring. As the music stops and the crowd settles back into their seats, both men take the opportunity to exchange handshakes with Klazzic before flanking him on either side.*
"Gentlemen, on behalf of these good fans here in Dublin, Ireland, welcome to NFW!!!" Klazzic says as the fans cheer and Miller and Thorne look around and nod in approval.
"Now gentlemen, you will soon be making your debuts in NFW in the Tag Team Wars tournament against the Rebel Rousers. What kind of impact are you two looking to make here in NFW?" Klazzic asks.
"Well Matt, first things first. I think you may have made a mistake," Miller says.
"Let's make things perfectly clear, you are not in the ring with Nick Miller and Shane Thorne. NFW didn't bring in TM-61," Miller says as Klazzic looks confused as the crowd murmurs in confusion.
"NFW brought in Mikey Nicholls and Shane Haste, TMDK!!!" Haste says as Klazzic looks around shocked as the crowd cheers its approval.
"You see, Matt. When we were brought into Florida, they saw to it to repackage and rename us as they saw fit within THEIR brand. They had us work a style that was more along the lines of what THEY saw in us. They ultimately didn't see potential in us, instead they saw us as investments to line their pockets and make their investors happy. Well, that's not what we're about. Shane and I have wrestled around the world, showing fans what a team of speed, power, and technique looks like. We've gone up against teams like KES, The Young Bucks, CHAOS, and War Machine. The Rebel Rousers will be smart not to take us lightly. You're looking at a team that became the first team since Hanson and Vader in 1998 to win Tokyo Sports' Tag Team of the Year Award. An award that rarely, if ever, is awarded to a couple of gaijin from Australia," Nicholls says as the crowd cheers as he steps away and fires up the crowd some more while Haste takes his place next to Klazzic.
"Get ready boys, you step in the ring with us and give us your best shot, but you two will find yourselves on Thunder Valley and you will know, after we're done, that The Mighty Don't Kneel," Haste says as "Joker & the Thief" starts to play again as both Haste and Nicholls shake Klazzic's hand again before standing on opposite turnbuckles to soak in the crowds one last time as they do one more towel wave, before leaving the ring as the camera fades to black.
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As the shot faded back in from the commercial break, the fans ears were immediately struck by the opening war drums to "ICHIBAN" coming through the arena sound system.
REYNOLDS
"Welp!!! I'm getting outta here!"
HANSON
"Sit--down--now!"
REYNOLDS
"But, b-b-but! Suzuki...and Havok!"
KLAZZIC
"Sit still. Maybe they won't see you!"
Nick Hanson can be heard laughing at Matt Klazzic's remark.
HANSON
"Havok *is* about the size of a T-Rex, isn't he?"
As the conversation went on ans the song picked up, Paul Heyman appeared, joined by El Desperado who knelt low on the ramp and opened out the Suzuki-Gun flag as, emerging from the curtain, Minoru Suzuki and Havok walked out, strictly all business.
ARDEN
"The following contest, ladies and gentlemen, is a first round Tag Team Wars matchup! Introducing first, representing Suzuki-Gun -- being lead to the ring by Paul Heyman and El Desperado -- they are HAVOK and MINOOOOOORUUUUU SUUUUUZUUUUUUUKIIIIIIIIII!!!!!"
And just as James Reynolds feared, Havok made a beeline for the announce table.
REYNOLDS
"Oh no, here he comes!"
Without wasting time, Havok slapped Nick's water bottle off of the table, right into his lap and threw Matt's over his shoulder, letting it spill to the floor.
HANSON
"HEY, C'MON!!! STOP IT!! PAUL!! COME GET THIS GUY!!"
Instead, Paul Heyman stood back as Havok got to James Reynolds. The hulking beast of a man then lifted Reynolds' bottle of Jameson, examining it before he popped the cap off....and poured the rest of the half filled bottle out....right over Reynolds' head. Reynolds just sat there and took it as Havok chucked the bottle to the floor and moved with a sudden quickness, sliding into the ring to join Minoru.
HANSON
"Umm...you okay, Jim?"
REYNOLDS
"...Y-yeah.... I'll live."
HANSON
"Umm...sorry about your bottle."
REYNOLDS
"It was sweet tea anyway...."
HANSON
"Wait, what?!"
REYNOLDS
"Well yeah. Not like I can legally drink on live television, Nicky."
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Minoru Suzuki and Havok made quick work of Colt Shields and Satoru Shade as, immediately upon the two entering the ring, they attacked the rag tag team like a couple of wolves. Suzuki going for Satoru, while Havok went for the larger Colt.
HANSON
"OH C'MON!!!! AT LEAST LET THEM GET SITUATED!!! HEY PAUL, WHAT THE HELL'S WRONG WITH THESE GUYS?!"
When the match finally did get underway, Minoru and Havok displayed surprising chemistry. With a combination of ruthless offense and quick tags, they easily picked apart their first round opponents. The match came to an end at 10:22 when Minoru Suzuki had Satoru Shade in an Indian Deathlock outside the ring, leaving the man screaming in pain as, inside the ring, Havok finished running over Colt Shields before hoisting him up for the Disasterpiece and planting him in the center of the ring for the pinfall. Minoru Suzuki and Havok, therefore, advanced into the quarterfinals.
REYNOLDS
"What's that maniac doing now?"
As "ICHIBAN" played again, Havok rolled Colt Shields over, locking in a painfully angled Camel Clutch with the big man wrenching back as much as he could. Outside, while Suzuki had released Shade from the Indian Deathlock, he continued to pelt him with demeaning kicks to the head, taunting all the while.
HANSON
"Can someone get these guys outta here?! They won the match. Get them out!"
It wasn't until Heyman and Suzuki both motioned to Havok, delighted as they were, that it was time to go, that Havok released Colt Shields, shoving him violently to the mat before joining the two and El Desperado and exited up the ramp.
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AKI defeated El Piso Mojado in the Battle of the Juniors first round, by submission in 14:09, with a Dragon Sleeper, advancing himself into the quarterfinals.
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*Rick Dickulous sits at a boardroom table, the NFW logo adorns the wall behind him*
"So, all I have to do is read this, Tracy? Really, guy? I mean, ok, I guess. You're sure this is all Brody wants?"
*From off camera a female voice can be heard*
"That's what he said, Rick...just read the script."
"Ok, Tracy guy...if this is all I gotta do..."
*Rick clears his throat and picks up the paper sitting in front of him*
"I would like to take this time to offer my most sincere apologies to the NFW personnel affected by the after match events on the fifth day of November, 2018. I, insert name here..."
*Tracy interrupts*
"Rick...you're supposed to say your name, not insert name here."
"Ohhhhh, jeez, guy...that makes a helluvalot more sense, eh? Shit! Where was I? Oh, right..."
*Again, Rick clears his throat*
"I, Rick Dickulous, attacked security staff while they were doing their job by protecting two athletes from each other, at the request of NFW Commissioner Steven Brody. For that, I would like to offer my sincerest apology to them, and to.....no fucking way, guy....I refuse to read the rest of this, Tracy guy!!"
"Rick, Commissioner Brody was very clear - you read the apology, or you pack your bags. You read the apology, or your contract with NFW will be forfeit, and you will be stripped of the Silver Mountain Championship immediately. Look, I don't make the rules, I'm just helping to smooth things over. Mr. Brody is incredibly upset that his support staff are continuously being used as punching bags...just...just read the apology, Rick. Think about all your fans..."
*Rick sighs*
"Fine, but I'm changing the script, and Mr. Brody is gonna have to accept it, eh?"
"...I would like to offer my sincerest apology to them, to the fans who had to witness the post match events....and to Kaiju for....for....FOR NOT BREAKING MY GODDAMNED FOOT OFF IN HIS GIANT, GERIATRIC ASS!!"
*Tracy yells over Rick, her voice taking on a tone that would make a hardened criminal cry*
"GODDAMNIT, RICK, READ THE FUCKING SCRIPT! PICK IT UP, LOOK AT THE WORDS ON THE PAGE, AND READ THEM OUT LOUD OR SO HELP ME GOD..."
*Rick's eyes widen as his jaw drops in shock. He looks at the paper quickly, trying to find his place*
"Uhhh...I'd also like to apologize to Doomsday for my actions on the fifth of November. Closed handed strikes are prohibited in the NFW, as such, I have been suspended from in ring competition until Commissioner Steven Brody determines the total cost to the NFW that my actions caused."
*Rick sets the paper down on the table and looks off camera again*
"Is that good, Tracy guy?"
"That's everything on the page, Rick. Now, I'm not really supposed to do this, but because my son Matthew is one of your biggest fans, I'll give you a couple of minutes. Keep it quick, I'm putting my own neck on the line here..."
*Rick turns back to the camera*
"Kaiju? Doomsday? This isn't finished, guy...not by a long shot. You started this, and I intend to finish it - one way or another, you WILL realize that, eh? See, you seem to think I should just lay down and take it. Bend over, grab my ankles, and ask you to be gentle? Nah, guy...that's not how I roll. I'll get my chance, and when I do? You're gonna wish you hadn't attacked me. See, you thought that saying it wasn't personal gave you the right to do whatever you wanted...that I'd just sweep it under the rug and be done with it."
*Rick wags a finger back and forth*
"Nonono, bud. See, I learned from my father - you might know him, but somehow I think either you've taken one too many chair shots, or maybe the Alzheimer's is finally setting in, guy. You and I will have our time, and on that day you'll finally meet your equal...let that sink in, Matteo...I WILL NOT BE YOUR WHIPPING BOY!"
*Rick smiles into the camera*
"And speaking of whipping boys...Zack Sabre Jr? Really guy? I mean, I knew you were a slimeball, but that? That was worse than a Frenchie complaining that the rest of Canada doesn't care about French - hint: we don't. You want a shot at me? Sure, you earned it by beating me in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial, and I'm not one to back down from a challenge, as you've seen."
*Rick shrugs*
"You could've just asked, but instead you decided to slide into the ring and attack me from behind. Obviously that was the only way you felt safe. Well, bud? Now you have to do this face to face...and with what's going on right now, guy? You're in for the fight of your life. The Silver Mountain Championship will leave around my waist, and you'll leave in an ambulance. You made your bed, Zack..."
*Tracy cuts Rick off again*
"OK, look, I have to stop you there. From what I understand, Mr. Brody will be in touch with you soon to review your suspension...until then, just keep your nose clean, would you? Matthew would be really upset if his hero was shitcanned!"
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During the Alex Brody vs Candi Broduer match, while the two women circled the ring, Nick Hanson spoke up to make a quick announcement, concerning the status of Ryan Steele after his match with Buzzsaw.
HANSON
"Well, ladies and gentlemen, as you saw earlier: we had a short, yet extremely brutal Television Championship match where we saw the challenger, Ryan Steele, leave ringside with help from the EMTs. Now, we've been waiting all night for an update and we finally have it. It appears, as though, unfortunately, that Ryan Steele has suffered a fractured orbital bone around his left eye. He'll require surgery in order to have it repaired and, unfortunately, it looks like he's gonna be out of action for about four months. We wish Mr. Steele a speedy recovery and hope to see him back at one hundred percent."
At the conclusion of the match, itself, Alex Brody defeated Candi Broduer in the Queen of the Ring first round, by submission in 13:12 with the Liontamer, advancing into the quarterfinals.
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~AVE SATANAS~
As his theme from Venom, Inc began to play through the arena, Judas Lasher walked out onto the stage, clad as usual in his black and red suit & tie, his hair tied back and a black-covered book in his hands. He paused, taking a moment to look around the arena. The violent, sadistic King of Pain had spent most of his career being hated by these people… and he knew damn well he’d be back there again in time. So for now? He simply let the cheers soak in, memorizing the feeling while he could.
Well, if anybody thought that he deserved it, it was the woman on his arm, walking in beside him. Alessandra was wearing a long red dress, matching nicely to Judas in a show of solidarity. Right now, she was content to wait until the cheers died down, wanting tonight to go perfect.
Taking (what was for him) a rare moment of tenderness, he cupped the woman’s chin, looking deeply into her eyes for just a second, before taking the microphone, a look of determination etched on his face.
“I told everyone, when I came back… that part of my goal was to prepare the next generation of The Dominion of Pain. Adding the giant Belphegor to the mix was the first step. Preparing young Lara Blackheart to take her father’s place at my side was the second. Tonight… comes the next step. Many people have had the folly of thinking they could survive my training. That they could step up and fight alongside me. They’ve all been wrong. But finally… one student has done it. One student has taken everything I could throw at him… and stood triumphant at the end. And tonight… I bring him into NFW, and begin his ascension to the next level. Tonight… I bring you… Aguares.”
The sounds of Iced Earth’s - Burning Times - come across the av system, booming throughout the arena. Slowly a figure comes walking out from the back wearing, black and silver ring tights, and black and red checkerboard ring boots, with a black rag over his head. Letting the whole song play, the figure just stands there and waits until the final lines are sung For every word you say to me, In every way you are a sinner and rips off the rag to reveal the newest man to the roster, and pushes the black hair back into place before rolling into the ring and falling down on both knees before Lasher, with both arms raised as he stares intensely into the camera, practically daring the whole roster to try and come for him.
Lasher grinned proudly at his young charge, giving a respectful nod of his head. "This young man took everything The Dominion Dojo threw at him. He bled. He broke. He bled some more. And through it all... he kept... getting... up. He has proven he is worthy of carrying on the legacy of The Dominion, and as of today... he takes his place at my side."
At the words “kept . . . getting . . . up . . . “ the man Judas Lasher has called Aguares stands and looks at Dominion’s leader and places out his left hand, with a smirk on his face and waits for the mic.
With a satisfied smirk, Lasher handed the mic over to his pupil, before stepping back to possessively wrap his arm around Alessandra’s waist, pulling her close.
Without even skipping Aguares begins speaking. “My name . . . is Ethan Skinner. You will all know this name, you will fear this name. You all have high places, you all have places of power. Funny thing about places of power, they are the easiest to fall from. I will be your destruction. I will be the one to shake your foundations. I will be the one to crumble your pillars.”
Ethan walks over to the ropes to lean on them with his right arm and prop his left leg up, and the camera pans in closely.
“There is a story, stopped me if you have heard this one, of a garden when humanity was given everything, long life, dominion over the plants and animals, the only caveat is they must remain ignorant. Along came the father of mankind, and offered us a chance to remove our blinders, to educate ourselves to our nakedness, to stop being as the worms are, crawling in the muck and mire. The King of Pain, chose me, because of my talents and my skills. More importantly, I was chosen because of what I represent. A new tomorrow, starting today and all it takes is self awareness. New Frontier Wrestling, you’ve been on notice for some time, Judas was clear in his words and deeds, and culminating at this moment. Now you have me to contend with, and trust me, I learned my lessons well. “
He pulls out an apple and takes a bite and smiles at the camera, the allusion obvious to the apples in the garden of Eden. Tossing the mic back over his shoulder as the camera closes in on his eyes, red eyes staring back at the world with hatred and malice, as if he has seen the world for what it really is and judging it, holds it in contempt.
The King of Pain took the mic back from his student, an amused look on his face. "Anyone in NFW who thinks they want to test this young man... bring it on. I want him to gain experience. I want him to be hurt. I want him to feel the agony of defeat. Because only through these experiences will he get to the level I am at. That Buzzsaw is at. That Doomsday is at. This man is going to be one of the greats... and when he gets there, not one person will be able to say he was given anything. Or that he had preferential treatment. When he gets to the top of this industry... it will be so blatantly earned that nobody will be able to do anything but respect him. Tell me, young Ethan... if you could choose your first opponent, who would you choose?"
Turning around to look at his leader, the man who he has walked through literal fire for and just looks at him. He mouths the word “You” with a good solid smirk on his face, hoping to have actually caught his mentor off guard.
For once, Lasher actually let out a mildly surprised laugh. “Touche. And one day… that match will happen. But for now… you are not anywhere approaching ready for that.” He looked at the young man, hand on his chin, deep in thought before finally feeling a satisfied grin pull his lips. “I have an idea… you want to face someone far more experienced than you, apparently… how about Scott Leroux, The Tap-Out King? I’d like to see how you fare against someone with an MMA-based style.”
Taking the microphone back from Judas and turning to look at the camera, still eating his apple
“Scott Leroux, The Red. I accept your challenge, should you accept mine. I guess the question is, are you going to take my invite. Bring your MMA. I’ll bring my years of Judo, my years of Rugby, and my teachings from the King of Pain and fight you, anytime, anywhere”
“There you have it.” Judas added, a hint of mischief in his eyes. “William? Will your new friend accept this challenge? The world is waiting on the answer.” Clearly, over the years, the hatred between Mannheim and Lasher had evolved into a brutal but almost playful competition. “In the meantime… we will now be going to prepare. Because next week… I have a plan in mind to remind everyone of just how dangerous Judas Lasher can be. Next week blood will be shed, and a sacrifice will be made. Ave… Satanas.”
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In the main event, the team of GreyWolfe defeated Max LeBrun and Julian Morrison of The Renegades, by pinfall in 24:38 when Chris Wolfe hit the DireWolfe on MaxLeBrun and covered him for the pinfall.
KLAZZIC
"HE JUST PINNED THE CHAMPION AGAIN!!!!"
HANSON
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!"
REYNOLDS
"ARE YOU SERIOUS, RIGHT NOW?!?!"
As Chris Wolfe and Tyler Grey celebrated in the ring, the Renegades made their exit with Max LeBrun absolutely furious, kicking the barrier and knocking any fan signs out of the hands of people if they just happened to be in his way in any semblance.
HANSON
"Well, he's certainly not happy."
KLAZZIC
"Part of me can't blame him. It's never nice losing a match, but maybe this'll humble him a little bit!"
HANSON
"Well, only time will tell. Until then, that's all the time we have folks. Matt, for what it's worth, I've been enjoying having you with us. Probably can't say the same for Jim, here.
REYNOLDS
"I can't stand either of you assholes."
KLAZZIC
"Right back at ya, there, James Reynolds."
REYNOLDS
"You wanna come say that to my f---"
KLAZZIC
"So long, ladies and gentlemen!"
