NFW Presents Sudden Death 8/4/20

In the backstage area, amongst the crew’s gear, Melissa Aki was already in her ring gear, her Korean warrior makeup applied and her very long black hair was weaving its way down her torso. She paced back and forth, anger permeating across her face. She slammed her fists on a crate and hissed at fellow wrestlers as they walked around gossiping and working on strategies. She had no time for small talk. Angel had her own issues to deal with, yet even this brought her ire. She was not here for fun and games. She was here to make an example out of someone.

A camera crew were getting shot for streaming content. She stepped in front of the long haired, hirsuite man in stupid shorts who looked angry. She pointed to the camera and then as he backed away she slapped him

Maki: Focus on me, got it? I could wait until the show starts but I have some things to get off my mind about this Sudden Death show and you will film it and then show me that you filmed it, alright? Good.[/size]

She leaned back against a crate, her eyes narrowing and getting darker as we slowly zoomed in so all that could be seen was her face and her black hair framing her jawline.

Maki: I know I was new and I know I was focusing on the U.S title that was forcibly taken out of my grasp by two blaggard cheating scumbags but that is no reason why I am not in this god damned Guardians tournament. I have beaten Angel before, I outlasted History boy in the battle royal and I have beaten Griff here so why is it that I am seen as lesser than these ingrates? Like the United States championship they obviously don’t want to see me win their prestigious titles.

The bile rose in her throat as she screwed up her face and hissed audibly.

Maki: You see, since I joined can you name one other wrestler who has been on every show, who despite the restrictions still makes it on time and puts on barn burners and lifts the roof off on every damn show? No. It’s only freaking me! This is why this Finnish little strumpet even gets to be on Sudden Death. Tahti, we both know you don't belong on this show and yet here you are and you stand opposite me tonight. You’re purely a sacrificial lamb and they needed me on the show and you drew the short straw and with the mood I am in it will not take me long to knock you the hell out and be done with you!

Her face softened slightly, yet there was an edge to her features that belied the mask of niceness she had been showing all of New Frontier.

Maki: I have been too nice for far too long and tonight you, Tahti will face an unstoppable juggernaut. You have been all cutesy and lovely on social media whilst still claiming the most fraudulent or incompetent claims I have ever known. Surely, you cannot be that moronic that you think I fall for your bullshit. Do you even know who you are dealing with? I live for pain for myself and anyone I come into contact with. I am going to methodically take you apart mentally and physiologically piece by piece until your ego is shot, your body collapsing underneath itself and then I shall issue you the concussion of a million lifetimes. For you this match is the pinnacle. A chance to test yourself against the very best there is. So despite the crippling agony I shall endure on you there will be a chance to learn but I don’t give a rat’s arse about that. It’s time I was taken seriously around here and it all starts with you tonight.

Her lips turn into a half smile but her eyes are still staring daggers through the lens. She could totally lose her shit at any moment. Maybe Angel did have an influence on her attitude or maybe it was her demoness.

Maki: I find it quaint and also disrespectful that you are seriously thinking that you can beat me. Maybe it's what is done in Finland, maybe those so-called good looks of yours have gone to your head but tonight you and I are going to live in hell and you will never be the same person again. I feel for you, I really do. This is not your redemption song, this is not to prove your worthiness but it is to give me someone to slaughter. Come prepared, bring your dodgy knee, try your best to defeat me but there is a massive difference between us. I will do whatever it takes to win even if I am massacring you. I have that will to win and killer instinct and you’re just a clown pretending to be one of the girls, pretending to be a wrestler and pretending to be on my level. Don’t get me wrong I know you got some moves and I know you are capable enough but when it comes down to you versus me there is only one winner and she is British. I look forward to maiming you and when I do you brought this all on yourself!

Maki snarls and pushes the camera away as she smiled like a sick perverted demon. Maybe that is what she really was.
Voice: Darkness...something within us all yet not something all can handle...not something that all can keep under proper control. Some welcome it, embrace it as a long lost friend even, but some of us do all we can to keep it under control.

Tahti Kuu comes into view of the lone camera that was set up in a somewhat lit room, most of the light being in the center of the room as if there were only a singular light lit up. She remained standing despite the chair that could be seen in front of her. Her typical happy, lit up features were far from gracing her face. Her dark reddish-brown hair rested in the hood of her ring gear jacket. Her voice had been lower than normal though still able to be heard.

Tahti Kuu: I fight against my darkness with everything in my being for myself, yes, but for others as well. It is not a part of me that I want to make anyone suffer through again, fans or co-workers. When I started wrestling, I had joined a company called REW...I had joined with the intentions of saving one of my best friends, Lintu Ciel, but that, and myself, quickly changed upon meeting my old stablemates. All of that changed when I fell in love with Jayson Ray, found myself welcomed into a family with him and his brilliant daughter Cierra. It changed when I discovered that my brother, who had been believed dead after an explosion, was in REW under a different name and causing unforgivable destruction.

Tahti sighed as she thought about the life that she had lived so many years prior. It had been well over 10 years, but the life she had lived haunted her in so many ways with each passing day that she was still alive. Her dreams had turned to nightmares though they didn’t stop when awoke for the day. The back of mind remained clouded with the pain and torment that REW had caused...that she had been a part of even if she hadn’t taken an active part in it.

Tahti Kuu: There was death, destruction, and pain in so many ways...to the point that REW ended up banned from England after one of our…’events’ where the prize was to meet the Queen. Hearts were broken...bodies were broken in many ways that some wouldn’t even deem possible. There were some forces that wouldn’t be believed; levels of darkness that would make today’s darkness seem like a mere shadow. On much more than one occasion, I was either a part of the devastation or a victim of it. No matter what I did...where I went, it was constantly on my heels, nipping at me to come back to it.

The Finnish woman shuddered a bit as she thought about what she had gone through and what others had been through that she had been a part of in some way. She seemed lost in thought as she recalled the severity of the broken arm, as well as the stab wounds that her ex-husband had ended up with while protecting her from the real life Freddy Krueger, DreamKiller, that had been in REW. Dealing with it face to face had been horrible, but it seemed like she could never escape the nightmares that plagued her from that one match alone. There was a sadness within her eyes though it disappeared fairly quick.

Tahti Kuu: I let my darkness take control of me while I was part of the roster, even when I returned to Finland on a hiatus. No one knew where I had gone, other than Jayson that is, and when I returned, there were quite a number of questions for me. The usual ‘Oh, where were you?’ ‘We didn’t know if you were ever coming back, what happened?’ followed me for the first few weeks that I was back. But there was one question that I put to rest fairly quickly…’Where is Demoni?’ He was my best friend since childhood; he had even been with me when I signed with REW to save Lintu.

Tahti looked down at the floor, silent tears slowly falling down her face though she quickly dabbed at them, trying to keep her make-up from getting too smudged. She cleared her throat, taking a moment to compose herself. When her gaze returned to the camera, her green eyes seemed darker for a moment.

Tahti Kuu: It was ruled as self-defense given what I had been going through within REW, but I had killed Demoni before I returned from my hiatus. He knew better than to sneak up on me...to startle me in any way, but he had scared me awake and ended up paying the price for it. That was when I truly and fully gave into the darkness within me. My best friend fell at my hands and my non-wrestler brother fell at another’s hands because of me. But you must all be wondering why, Tahti? Why reveal all of this when you could have easily started over, started fresh? Why bring all of this up?

The red haired beauty walked around the chair, finally sitting in it though she remained silent for a few moments. Talking about all of it, even though she didn’t go into full details with some of it, was hard for the woman. Tahti sighed once more, leaning over some to rest her arms on her knees as she stared at the camera.

Tahti Kuu: Maki said in one of her tweets that I couldn’t be the best fighter, the best me without allowing the darkness to take some control. You may be able to control yours and others may be able to control theirs, to reign it in to what one may deem as an appropriate level. My past has shown me that I can’t, no matter how hard I try to do so. The things I saw...the things that I took part in...what happened because of me, because of my welcoming my darkness, I will ne-

Tahti paused a moment, her voice wavering some as she tried to speak. This had been the first true time that she had spoken out loud about any of it, even after getting back into the ring upon leaving REW. She placed her forehead into her hand, lightly rubbing it with her finger tips. After a few moments, she slowly raised her head to look into the camera once more.

Tahti Kuu: I will never be able to unsee or undo any of the things that I experienced when darkness was surrounding me and those around me. I can never forget...never forgive for everything that happened. If holding my darkness at bay makes me weaker, Maki, then I’m willing to be weaker compared to others. I’m willing to not be the whole woman that I could be because I NEVER want to cause pain and suffering like I did before nor do I want to have it caused on my behalf.

Tahti’s voice grew bolder and more confident with each word she spoke, making sure that she made it perfectly clear that it wasn’t something she was willing to allow again. There was now a fire in the woman’s eyes, replacing the darkness that had been there just moments ago. There was no sign of weakness, no quiver in her voice.

Tahti Kuu: Maki, I have seen more darkness than I would care to see in a lifetime. I have faced worse than you, people much darker than you, and I was never once afraid nor willing to back down. I had the chance to back out, to take an easy way out, but the thought never once crossed my mind. Tonight, Sudden Death will be the night that everyone starts taking me seriously. It just saddens me that it has to start with someone as skilled in the ring as you. I’ll see you down there, but you won’t see an ounce of darkness from me even after I beat you. Tonight will be the night that you’re put down, and I rise higher.
Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
The lights go out, a loud sound like a giant heartbeat sounds every second, the lights flash around the arena, then a red spotlight hits the entrance way as Halestorms's Sick Individual hits. The light hits Maki with her back to the audience she is on her hands and knees, she slowly crawls her way the ring.


Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Brighton, England! Weighing in at 155lbs! MAKI!!!!

She slowly crawls to the ring, with her hair down to her shoulders, her white face paint, with scribbles on her body of "Help"


She crawls to the ring and slides under the bottom rope.


She sits in the ring with her head bent back, laughing manically, and then flips herself to her feet.


Her tongue is sticking out as she whispers Korean to herself.

Thea Crawford: And her opponent…
Jets of steam erupt from the stage and sides of the ramp as Tahti Kuu steps through the curtain, nodding as "Poison Girl" by H.I.M. blares through the speakers. The Finnish Beauty nods along with the music, walking down the ramp with a purpose and high fiving fans who have their hands stuck out. She runs a couple of steps, sliding into the ring before getting to her feet and moving into her corner, ready for the match to begin.


The bell rings, and Tahti Kuu sprints out of her corner, leaping up to dropkick Maki, but the possessed woman sidesteps the attack. She attempts to stomp on the woman’s head, but Tahti rolls out of the way and onto her feet, coming forward and hitting a hurricanrana, sending Maki to the mat. Maki is quick to get back to her feet though, and lunges as Kuu comes forward, sending a barrage of strikes into the Finn’s face and chest. Tahti cries out, clutching her chest, and Maki takes the opening to deliver a blistering DDT, dropping the redhead to the mat. The Korean goes for the pin, but Tahti is quick to kick out, getting a shoulder up before two.

Maki drags Tahti to her feet, dragging the Finn over to the ropes. The Korean springboards, looking for the backflip reverse DDT, but Kuu gets her bearings, moving out of the way, which forces Maki to land on her feet, only to catch a dropkick from the redheaded beauty. Tahti heads to the turnbuckle, climbing up top and staring down as Maki gets to her feet. She leaps, looking for a hurricanrana, but Maki counters with a devastating powerbomb! She covers Tahti again, but the veteran kicks out at two, and it’s clear the painted warrior is getting frustrated. She gets the Finn to a standing state, launching her into the ropes. She tries for the MAKIHOUSE KICK, but Tahti ducks, using the momentum to hit the ropes on the other side before sprinting in to lift Maki off her feet and spinning her into a brutal spinebuster! She covers Maki, but this time the Korean warrior kicks out at two, but Kuu doesn’t let it phase her. She hurries to her feet, climbing the turnbuckle again. She leaps! STAR BOMB-- NO! Maki gets the knees up! Tahti cries out in pain, clutching her abdomen and rolling away. Maki staggers to her feet, catching her breath. Tahti gets to the ropes, using them to pick herself back up, turning around into MAKIHOUSE KICK! The referee slides in to count!


Thea Crawford: Here is your winner! MAKI!!!!

Andrew Payne: Maki countered the Star Bomb and came back with that brutal roundhouse!

Miranda Augustino: It’s called the Makihouse, Andy!

Andrew Payne: Regardless of what you call it, it looks like it hurts like shit and it got the job done for her tonight!

The camera zooms over and then onto The Queen of Anarchy sitting almost reverently with her Championship on her lap. The champion herself looks small sitting on one part of the large weather worn front steps. The brickwork itself was once vibrant red, yellowed into a soggy brown by age. The enmense former mental hospital almost engulfs Salvatore with its sheer presence. The building itself seemed to groan in the background, stretching and blotting out the fading sun from the camera’s view. It was the type of building that seemed to be alive, a place where hard memories and anguish turned the twisted thoughts of the incurably insane into indelible energy that gave the solid foreboding place it’s own personality. One that loomed ever present in the scene before the viewer, a stark and startling reminder of a country and it’s cruel past intentions toward any of the less fortunate.

Adrianna is quiet, granting the moment and perhaps the building itself its gravitus. The Champion seems uncharacteristically respectful of the place she inhabits, maybe just aware of the many atrocities that took place in spaces like this, in the country she is now a reluctant champion of. She lifts her gaze from the championship and stares hard into the camera. Clad in worn, black denim and leather, she cracks the faintest of smirks behind a mess of damp, blonde strands that act like a tattered curtain over half of her face.

Adrianna Salvatore: “I thought it fitting, Baker, to do this here, given how insane you seem to have gone lately. Don’t get me wrong, that’s not the bit I disapprove of. I just think it’s kind of ironic, that in a time before now we’d both have ended up in a place like this. You know? Me, an outspoken strong woman, and you, a ranting, raving blowhard who’s become nothing more than a delusional monkey that thinks he knows how to intimidate people. Nowadays, we better know what is and isn’t mental sickness and dare I say you might still qualify. You seriously think you’re going to just show and take my title? What, you get a god complex and a spine in the same day? Meanwhile, I sit here on my own self made and the only people sneering at me are the industrialist jerk offs whose ancestors probably ran this place. They probably wish they could still lock me up. Well, at Sudden Death, I’m locking myself up, and I’m locking you up with me.”

That tiny smirk of hers parts into a wide grin as she begins to tremble with soft laughter. All we hear is an exhale of breath.

Adrianna Salvatore: “Of course, someone as simple and narrow minded as you probably thinks that’s the greatest thing. Little Adrianna choosing to lock herself up with a deathmatch “dragon.”

The camera can FEEL the air quotes around the word dragon as Adri starts speaking again.

Adrianna Salvatore: “….Well, I want you to feel at home, and I want you to have all the comfortable advantages. I’m a deathmatch connoisseur myself and let’s be honest when I beat you at your own game, I don’t want you to have anything to bitch about. Because, if we want to be completely honest, Baker, this isn’t your game at all, is it? It’s mine. This isn’t your opportunity. It’s mine. It’s my opportunity to strike down another rat consumed by greed and self importance. You, who once proudly carried so much gold, six championships, now...have...nothing. Perhaps that’s what it is that drives you towards this….”

She lifts the United States Championship out of her lap and holds it up for the camera to see. Her teeth are bared as she tilts her head down, grinning wickedly at the camera.

Adrianna Salvatore: “You don’t know how to go on in this world without materialistic trinkets so you covet them. You covet them so much, I think you’ve forgotten what this one here truly represents.”

She lowers the belt down into her arm and lowers her attention onto the modified center plate, hand done by her.

Adrianna Salvatore: “This championship no longer represents the land of the free...home of the brave...world of opportunity. This title represents the resistance of the wayward and oppressed against those who have tried, for generations, to stamp us out beneath their feet. Oh no, Baker, don’t be mistaken. I don’t mean you and I. You are not among those who have suffered the oppression and shunning of the socially accepted. You are among the socially accepted! Yet now, you’ve seen the way our world is changing and you want to find safety. You want to find solace. You seek sanctuary, even if it means pretending to be “insane” so that the ones your kind have made a living and hobby of walking over don’t sniff you out and eat you alive. Oh, “how do you do, fellow crazies?” Yeah. That’s what you are, Baker. You’re claiming insanity to escape true judgement for your transgressions. Unfortunately for you, however, the asylum you’ve been committed to will be the place where you are examined, diagnosed and exposed as the fraud you are. That, Graham Baker, is how the Anarchy Asylum operates, except once you’re exposed for what you really are, you’re not discharged. No. You are punished. You will be punished. At Sudden Death, within the steel walls of the asylum, you will be broken. You will be tormented. You will be brutalized. You will be torn a-fucking-part!”

She’s leaning in towards the camera now, the U.S Title resting in her lap again as she trembles once again. However, this time, the expression on her face tells us that it’s a different kind of tremble in her body. Last time was laughter. This time, it’s pure rage, anger, hate boiling up and threatening to blow over less it finds some kind of reprieve.

Adrianna Salvatore: “And you deserve it, Graham. I designed this structure for you, personally. I let all of the different possibilities turn through my head as I tried to choose the best method of treatment for you. The best method of punishment. Of...execution. It’ll be better than a “Guillotine” for sure. More enjoyable for those that come to witness judgement be dealt. Judgement for your audacity, Baker. Judgement for...your arrogance. You covet physical trinkets so much that not having any has affected you so. You’ve started lashing out in a panic at the world, anywhere that you think you can cling to something. You walk back into places, and act as if you are entitled to their championships, more so even than the champions who have earned them. I know, Baker. I’ve been watching. I pay attention. You’re lashing out at Super Tiger in ICW. You’re lashing out at the workhorses of Yamashi Pro. Your biggest mistake, however, is right here. You’ve decided to lash out at me.”

Adrianna lifts the title up for the camera again; her face twisting with anger and defiance as she slaps the center plate with the dull sound of flesh on thin metal.

Adrianna Salvatore: “I liberated this symbol of our revolution from a tyrant who called herself a Queen. I defended it against a posh swine that fancies herself a Princess. I went head to head with a fiend who may very well have come from Hell herself and still here...I...stand!”

She lowers the title down into her lap again but only for a second as she then pushes herself up to her feet, standing on the steps and looming over the camera as it doesn’t rise with her, but merely angles upwards, now below her. Adrianna cranes her head down, her damp hair dangling around her face and the United States Championship hanging down at her side, held by the strap in a death grip.

Adrianna Salvatore: “Tell me, what chance do you have...when you’re just another rat in the cage?”

She lets out another little, dark chuckle. Suddenly then she lifts her foot and brings it right down at the camera lens, bringing the feed to static before the shot cuts back to the event.
"Livin' On A Prayer hits as Griffin comes out on stage with a microphone as the crowd is cheering.

Griffin Hawkins: Well, you all wanted them..now you got em! Ladies and Gentlemen...The Bangles!

The crowd cheers as they hit the stage and begin to perform.



As the guitar solo kicks in, on the tron we are treated to a montage of the stars of NFW, Maki diving out the ring onto her opponents, A collection of clips of Griffin hitting the Superkick, Emelie holding up her World Title, Angel Kusanagi swinging her barbwire bat among other things that make the Pay Per View what it is. The montage of the Trauma Roster continues as the rest of the song picks up.



The crowd cheers the performance as we get the next match underway.
We enter on another scene, previously recorded as with the last, at the Reigner’s Rest bar in Osaka, Japan. We’re once again in the private room where we recorded the last segment preceding Graham Baker’s challenge against Maki on the last edition of NFW’s Trauma. Now, however, Baker sits at a glass and wood table, immaculately crafted. The image of him holding his SSW Heritage Championship high sits behind him. Baker, dressed in jeans and a t-shirt, holds a bottle of Bourbon in his left hand. He looks at it with half a smile before he glances to the camera.

Graham Baker: I’m not much of a man for expensive liquor, Adrianna, but this? This is a treat. Black Maple Hill, a small batch that’s rested for sixteen years. A drink for only the most special of occasions-in this case, a drink to share with friends on the aftermaths of the most intense victories, the most violent of blood feuds that demand the most-that in a way, you earn respect from. Those matches that come along so infrequently, that you savor them, no matter the volatility or personal cost they require from you. I have reason to believe, Adrianna, that our match at Sudden Death will be one of those rare occasions, and I look forward to it.

Baker places the bottle of Bourbon on the table, and from a shelf beneath, he removes two immaculately crafted etched glasses, their etchings filled in with ivory and gold. Baker pushes the glasses forward and places the bottle behind them.

Graham Baker: Long have I waited for the opportunity to crack into something like this. Long have I waited for an opponent who’s pushed me to my limit, who’s threatened me with such vigor that it’s drawn out that other side in me. No alter ego, no dark passenger-rather, just an instinct for violence, a desire to prove myself superior. When I last spoke, Adrianna, I addressed the fact that I would be engaging you with a strategy so foolproof, a desire so intense, a plan so unthinkably violent that I would pick you to pieces and emerge from the match victorious as you simply could not rise to your fucking feet. I stand by that, Adrianna, I stand by my methodology to reduce you to a pile of limbs, to drive you down to your barest instincts and leave you for dead. But...there will be a measure of respect in it.

Baker glances at the bottle once again, and chuckles. He contemplates it for a moment as he presses his fist under his chin.

Graham Baker: You made this challenge to me. You made the stipulation in a way that, hell, maybe you thought benefited you. In reality, it gave us both a way to show how hard we hit, how fucking violent we are, the brutality we can impose upon one another and anyone who threatens our reputation-be it as competitors, or as champions. With no pinfall or submission to end this match, it truly will be the last person standing. No flukes. No faulty finishes. Just two warriors bleeding blood onto one another for the glory of combat and warfare. I’m looking forward to it, Adrianna, honestly. I’m looking forward to the violence we can invoke, the conflict we can begin...and I’m looking forward, winner or loser, to sharing this bottle with you. May we pull no punches. May we shed no glory. May we stand strong against one another, and, perhaps, show this entire company what violence looks like in its purest, greatest form.

Baker grabs the bottle, and holds it high. He smiles.

Graham Baker: To you, Adrianna, I wish good luck. I hope to see you soon. And cheers, to a brilliant war the likes of which had never been seen.

We fade to black on the last image of The Guillotine, sending us out...

The camera returns to ringside where the Anarchy Asylum structure is seen lowering down over the ring.

Thea Crawford: Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest is the Anarchy Asylum match and it is for the NFW United States Championship! There are no pinfalls, no submissions, and no disqualifications! The only way to achieve victory is by climbing up and out of the structure through the opening above the ring!


Thea Crawford: Introducing first, the challenger! From London, England, residing in Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 245lbs! He is The Guillotine, GRAHAM...BAKER!!!

As the opening bars of 'Holy Calamafuck' ring out through the arena, Graham Baker emerges from backstage with a sleeveless denim jacket on and a bandana pulled up over his mouth and nose with aviator-style glasses on. Baker bops his head at the opening bars of the song until the first verse begins, at which point he slowly approaches the ring, throwing his bandana down and his glasses into the crowd. He slaps hands with fans who are supportive to him and taunts the others, before approaching the apron. He brushes his boots off on the apron, before sliding in under the middle rope as we get to the midpoint beat drop of the song, at which point he points a finger-gun to his head and 'fires' it before rolling into the center of the ring and waiting for his opponent.

Thea Crawford: And, his opponent!


The lights in the arena flicker out. The video wall comes to life with an image of Earth in from space as Porcelain And The Tramps "King Of The World" begins to play As it does, the vignette depicts a flaming meteor hurtling towards the planet.


The vignette switches to various shots of Earth's population. People from all different regions as a shadow looms over, blocking out the sun. They all look up, eyes widening in horror.


From a bird's eye view, the meteor SLAMS into the Earth's surface, just as the chorus hits, causing a fiery flash on the screen and the vignette switches to grainy, black and white images of Adrianna Salvatore's most brutal match highlights, mixed in with closeups of her rather deranged smile and menacing sneer.


Thea Crawford: "From Brooklyn, New York!! Weighing in at 150lbs! She is the NFW United States Champion!! The Anarchist...ADRIIIAAANNAAAAAAAAA....SALVAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Adrianna comes out from the back to her music hauling not one but two garbage cans completely full to the brim with any various weapons or objects of destruction she could manage to fit into them. Screw the rules! The Anarchist hucks both trash cans into the steel structure, one after the other and throws her entrance gear off. This practically backfires on the defending champion, however, as she goes to get in the ring and Graham Baker has already picked up a kendo stick and charges across the ring like a man possessed. Adrianna barely has her second foot through the ropes before The Guillotine just starts wailing away with the weapon in hand; laying an assortment of brutal cane strikes across her back and ribs. The referee really has no choice but to call for the door to be closed and locked shut before calling for the bell.


Even after the bell has rung to start, Baker continues just savagely beating Salvatore with the Singapore cane until it comes to the point of splintering. Only then does he back off and throw his arms out as if he’s already won, roaring to the audience. Some cheer the man for laying it to the anarchist; others boo him for what they view as a display of poor sportsmanship. Adrianna’s on her side, clutching her sides and clearly grimacing from the assault. Baker wastes no time and throws down the kendo stick, crossing the ring and going for the cage as he dusts his hands off. “Shortest match of the night, baby!” He starts climbing the turnbuckles first before moving to the cage but as his second foot starts to leave the top turnbuckle, Salvatore has made it up to her feet and, amazingly enough, crossed the ring to grab him by the boot. Baker tries to shake her off. Her sheer strength comes into play, however, and she manages to yank him down to the mat. Baker lands on his feet, granted a little wobbly but not for long before The Anarchist drills into him with a discus forearm right to the jaw, knocking him into the ropes. From there, Salvatore grits her teeth through the remaining sting of that kendo stick assault and catches Baker in a clinch on the ropes, starting to lay into him with Muay Thai knees to the ribs. She finally whips him to the mat, leaving him sitting, dashes into the ropes and comes back in with a guttural roar and a savage sliding lariat that hits Baker so hard, spit goes flying and he almost loses his mouthpiece.

Andrew Payne: BOOM! Big lariat from the champion flattens the challenger!

Miranda Augustino: Cabron tried to get the upper hand but I guess he didn’t reach high enough!

Andrew Payne: You and your damn jokes.

Miranda Augustino: NYAGHAHA!!

Salvatore pulls herself up into a sitting position, panting already and holding her ribs. She looks up at the hole in the ceiling of the cage as she gets to her feet. It looks like she’s about to go for it but she turns to see Baker starting to get back up to his feet. She grimaces and shakes her head. “Nah, motherfucker. Not yet.” The champion steps over, reaching down and sifts through the pile of random objects she’s thrown into the ring. She settles on a steel spike, gripping it tight in her hand as she waits for the right moment before stepping in and goes to bring it down right at the challenger. Baker catches her wrists and it becomes a struggle for power. One that Baker seems to start winning but he still nails Salvatore in the gut with a kick, jukes in behind her and hits a quick, brutal, Snap German Suplex, spiking her onto her neck. The crowd’s on their feet. This match is barely five minutes in and it’s already boiling over into a war.

Miranda Augustino: Aiiiieeee!!! Sheeyut! I think her damn neck folded like an accordion on that one!

Andrew Payne: If her fingers start tingling, she should get it looked at but we’re barely getting started on this one. I’m betting shit gets a lot worse than a sore neck, Mir.

Adrianna goes rolling across the ring, Baker hot on her heels. Baker puts his boot to the champion a few times, he used the ropes for leverage to gain height on his stomps. Adrianna hunkers down and just takes it, long enough for Graham to get too focused on his wind ups so she can reach over for a weapon. Next time Baker goes to pop himself up Adrianna isn’t there! He hits the ground harder than expected, jamming his leg and then takes a couple of stiff as hell shots from a goddamn acoustic guitar that Adrianna had brought to the ring! That was the weapon the Champion reached for! Adrianna, in a rolling roaring fury, completely demolishes the guitar over Graham’s body. Wailing away on him anywhere she can hit until the poor instrument is not but strings and broken neck. Even when that’s all that’s left and Baker was flat on the mat, Salvatore just continues to stab at him with the jagged broken end. She finally abandons the broken guitar and instead hits the opposite rope, coming in to Baseball slide Baker right into the cage with a sick thud! Adrianna grabs one of the trash cans she had tossed in and used it to wail on Baker. Finally pulling the Guillotine up to shove his head and shoulders inside of the thing. The Champion gave the can a couple of stiff kicks, until Baker was on his side then went for the cage.

Miranda Augustino: Hey Andy, you like Anita Ward?

Andrew Payne: For the love of god, Mir, please don’t--

Miranda Augustino: (singing obnoxiously) YOU CAN RING MY BEEEEEELLLLLL!!

Andrew Payne: Goddamn it!

Miranda Augustino: I regret nothing!

The Anarchist scrambles up the turnbuckle and onto the steel structure, leveraging herself up. Right up that is until a bashed up trash can came flying right at her back! Salvatore was smashed in between a trash can and a cage, visibly swaying even as the can dropped away from her. The move gives Graham enough time to scuttle his way up the cage and slam Adrianna’s head into the structure. Once, twice….The blood fountain has started! The Champion’s head gets busted open! She’s also limp as a fish out of water, and Baker can’t hold her weight and hang onto the cage at the same time. The Savvy Champion pulls the desperation move of draping herself onto the Guillotine and staying stuck to him with whatever force of will she’s got in her! In his own act of desperation, Baker manages to grab onto the cage with one hand, facing towards inside the ring as Adrianna leans into him with his other arm across her chest and neck. The look on Baker’s face says it all - “Fuck it!” The Guillotine lets go of the cage and as they start to topple,he braces his hand on Salvatore’s back and springs himself off the ropes; “CHOPPING BLOCK” down to the mat! It’s a genuine helicopter crash of bodies on the canvas!

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Andrew Payne: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD, WHAT THE HELL WAS GRAHAM BAKER THINKING?!

Miranda Augustino: MURDER-SUICIDE, I THINK!!

The ref waited for a moment, the entire audience waited on baited breath, before the ref leaned in to check on the champion. The Champion just shoved the ref back for his troubles and pulls herself up with the ring ropes grimacing, but Baker is already up and comes in like a fucking lightning bolt! He absolutely slams Salvatore into the corner! The Champ groans, and goes flopping out of the corner when Graham backs off. He makes another go at the cage wall but Adrianna catches him by the boot, clawing up his leg and tights to pull herself to her feet and stop him from making it out. Baker turns around, grabbing Salvatore by her hair and yanks her head back, screaming in her face to just stay down. He shoves her back, pie facing her and she comes back with a hard right that rocks him back. Baker blinks and rolls his jaw, looking a little impressed at the smaller yet still powerful woman. He grins over his mouthguard at Salvatore who’s bleeding like a stuck pig now. The proverbial crimson mask, some might say. Through that bloody mask, though, Adrianna is wide eyed, goading Graham into bringing it on. He answers her request with a stiff forearm to the jaw that rocks the champion back. She almost falls but catches herself, leaning forward; hands on her knees. Baker motions to her, telling her to give him some back. Show him what a bad bitch she is.

Miranda Augustino: Baker’s got “la campeona” on unsteady feet! I think he wants to see what she’s got left in the tank!

Andrew Payne: This man came for a fight and a championship. At the very least, he’s gonna get one of them but at this rate he may get both!

Adrianna roars, rearing her forearm back and steps in. Graham braces for it but the forearm never comes. Adrianna pauses just for a moment, then grabs Graham by the head and drives her forehead right into his face! Graham grabs his face and staggers back into the ropes. Blood oozes from in between his fingers. She’s possibly broken his nose. At the very least, she’s busted something. Now they’re both bleeding. Graham sees his own blood and looks up, practically crazed at the champion. He lets out a fiery roar and rushes in for a strike of his own. Adrianna jukes under him and as he turns, nails him with a jab, and another jab, another jab. Adrianna jabs away, picking up a head of steam before she hits a discus forearm again. Graham bounces back off the ropes and comes back with a “CLEAN THE BLADE” that sends spit and blood flying from Adrianna as both competitors hit the mat.

Andrew Payne: CLEAN THE BLADE TAKES OUT THE CHAMPION WITH AUTHORITY!

Miranda Augustino: OFF WITH HER HEAD!!

Andrew Payne: THAT MIGHT DO IT!

Graham Baker lifts his head, dripping in his own sweat and blood. Adrianna Salvatore lays sprawled on the mat. She. Looks. OUT! Baker sees his chance here and lifts his gaze to the hole in the ceiling, gazing up at it like the doorway to sanctuary from the hell that these two are locked inside of. The Guillotine claws his way to the ropes and starts dragging himself up to his feet. Adrianna stirs, rolling onto her side but her eyes say she’s still out of it. Graham starts climbing up the ropes, grabbing onto the cage as Adrianna starts crawling to the closest set of ropes to pull herself up. Graham’s at the top rope now and starts climbing up the cage. Adrianna staggers over, carrying herself with everything she has over to that side of the ring and climbs up enough to grab onto Graham’s boot; fingers tucked into the actual rim of the boot itself. Adrianna pulls...and pulls...and pulls. Baker manages to get that foot on the cage so he can kick her in the face with his other foot but she holds onto and grabs on with her other hand, pulling harder. He drops down onto the top rope and slips right off, onto her shoulders. Adrianna has him in an Electric Chair hold now as she staggers back with the 245 pounder on her shoulders. The audience are wowed at the sheer power of the woman even in her battered condition. Whether it’s desperation or not, it’s unclear, but Adrianna pushes one leg of Baker’s back behind her shoulder, causing him to buckle forward; just enough for him to grab him by the head and The Anarchist DRILLS The Guillotine headfirst into the mat with an Electric Chair Driver dead center of the ring!

Andrew Payne: INTO THE CANVAS GOES GRAHAM BAKER!!

Miranda Augustino: I ain’t sure if it was ingenuity or desperation but it did the damage!

Andrew Payne: She’s gotta get up and climb out of that structure, though. It’s the only way!

Miranda Augustino: Well, I’m sure she knows that, Andy. She did come up with the concept.

Baker lays sprawled out on the mat with Adrianna in the same position right ahead of him. Both are breathing in labored breaths but Adrianna’s reaching up towards the escape hole, almost as if starting to long for her own reprieve. She slowly sits up, staring at Baker as he, too, starts rolling over onto his side. Adrianna pulls herself up onto one knee, then pushes up to her feet. The flicking back of her hair sends a spray of the crimson life force that has reddened her blonde strands. Baker’s pulling himself towards the ropes with Adrianna watching him. She hazily looks towards the mess of objects she’s tossed into the ring, and of course, there amongst it, is her trademark bag. The crowd starts getting amped up as she stumbles over and grabs exactly that. She starts untying the draw string as she turns around, RIGHT INTO “1789”!!!!! Graham Baker’s running big boot! Adrianna hits the mat and her bag goes flying across the ring but now Baker sees it. A deranged smile crosses his own bloodied features and he points to the bag while leaning over Adrianna, asking her if that’s what she wants. Salvatore is trying to blink away the stars from being nailed so viciously from that kick. Baker picks up the bag, opens it and looks inside. He nods to the crowd. Just as he figured, and the man proceeded to dump the thousands of thumbtacks inside onto the center of the mat, right next to Adrianna.

Miranda Augustino: Hey, that’s champ’s bag! You can’t touch that!

Andrew Payne: Mir, are you showing bias towards the champion?

Miranda Augustino: Why the fuck would I ever do that? Just a matter of personal property is all!

Andrew Payne: Alright, what do you have against Graham Baker?

Miranda Augustino: Okay, he may or may not look like one of my lousy prom dates.

Andrew Payne: “One of”?! You know what? Nevermind.

Baker tosses the bag aside and picks Salvatore up to her feet where he scoops her up into a Cradle Lift. Fans begin to roar as they see the setup for his Super Finisher “Second Harvest” but Salvatore writhes and squirms in his grip, desperately trying to get free. She just barely manages to do so, slipping down behind Baker and shoves him into the ropes. Salvatore comes off the other side of the ropes but Baker comes barreling in with CLEAN THE BLA--NO!! Salvatore ducks under the arm. Hits the ropes on another rebound. HELL’S BELLS!!!!! Baker goes cloudy eyed and staggers back into the ropes, holding himself up. Adrianna hits the ropes across from him again and runs in to deliver another HELL’S BELLS!!!! Baker and Salvatore both slump to the floor, practically over each other. Salvatore pushes herself up to her feet and staggers across the ring where she immediately starts climbing up to the cage wall. Baker shakes the stars from his head when he sees Adrianna scaling the ropes. He grimaces as he pulls himself to his feet. Rather than going directly after her, however, he starts scaling the cage on that side.

Andrew Payne: Both competitors are scaling the cage now! This match is moving further and further into unpredictable territory!

Miranda Augustino: Gag me with a ring! Look how high up they are! How far is that?

Andrew Payne: That’s gotta be fifteen to twenty fee--, wait, what the hell’d you just say?

Miranda Augustino: Umm. Nothing!

Both competitors are scaling the cage wall, granted very slowly. Adrianna pauses to catch her breath which gives Baker a bit of time to catch up in progress to her. She, too, looks back now and sees him climbing so she starts climbing again, gritting her teeth through the pain. Graham and Salvatore are on even levels now as they reach the ceiling and start scaling across the ceiling. Adrianna Salvatore moves hand over hand, similar to a monkey bar climb. Graham Baker fights with all he’s got to essentially keep his feet in the holes of the ceiling and spiderman crawl across the ceiling. They both reach the mouth of the opening when Adrianna starts to desperately kick at Graham as he gets one arm up out of the hole. The audience gasps as she nails him with a kick in the back of the head and as he instinctively grabs his head, he slumps, losing his foothold and ends up dangling from the hole with one arm hooked over the cage bar. Adrianna keeps desperately kicking at him as he dangles until Graham catches one of her feet under his arm, holds tight and starts trying to use that hold to wrench her off of the structure’s roof. Growing more desperate, Adrianna kicks up her other leg, right between the challenger’s legs. Graham lets go of her leg as his other arm slips but he grabs onto the cage roof with both hands. The pain from the low blow is written all over his face but he’s still holding on. That is until Adrianna kicks her legs back to get a swing going, finally swinging in to thrust her feet out right into his back. The force of the kick is what causes Baker’s hands to slip and to the shock and horror of the crowd, down goes The Guillotine, plummeting the 15 foot height, right down to the center of the ring, landing right in the massive pile of thumbtacks he’d poured out earlier!!

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Andrew Payne: JESUS, JOSEPH AND DOGGY STYLE MARY! I HOPE HE’S NOT DEAD!

Miranda Augustino: IT’LL BE THE WILL OF ONE OF THOSE THREE IF HE AIN’T!!

Andrew Payne: THE GUILLOTINE JUST FELL FROM THE CEILING OF THE ANARCHY ASYLUM! NOTHING TO BREAK HIS FALL EXCEPT THE RING MAT!

Miranda Augustino: Pretty sure those thumbtacks broke his ass! Wait, what’s Salvatore doing? She gonna make it out?!

Andrew Payne: She’s gotta! Adrianna Salvatore is so close! She can end the carnage right here!

As the commentary and crowd go absolutely wild, Adrianna desperately hangs onto the bars and reaches over to slip her hands up through the hole on either end. It takes, what has to be, every ounce of strength she has as she starts to pull herself up out of the hole before being able to crawl out of the opening of the cage and simply roll over onto her back, a sprawled bloody mess on the outer roof of the cage.


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

Andrew Payne: Locked up with the key thrown away, these two endured the hellacious Anarchy Asylum but we knew only one of them would make it out!

Miranda Augustino: Are either of them gonna be the same again, though?! That’s the real question!

Andrew Payne: Take nothing away from Graham Baker, everyone. He brought it all with him and you see what the champion had to go through to maintain her status. That being said, she proves, once again that this may very well be an age of anarchy for New Frontier Wrestling!

The lights go dark as a familiar music begins to play.....as soon as the beat picks up the crowd starts clapping along to it. The opening lyrics to "Livin' On A Prayer" by Bon Jovi hits as from behind the curtain emerges Griffin Hawkins who raises the devil horns in the air as the crowd sings along to the theme.

Thea Crawford: "Making his way to the ring...from Windsor, Ontario Canada...weighing in at 227 Pounds...put your hands together for Griffin Hawkins!!"

The crowd is cheering, clapping and singing along to Bon Jovi as he makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as signs that read "Griffin Rox" and "Rock Soldier" are present. He soaks in the positive reaction as he walks up the steps and steps between the ropes. He gets on the turnbuckles and raises the Devil Horns in the air with both hands, pumping the crowd up.

He gets down, taking off his leather jacket before getting out of the ring. He sees a young little boy in the front row as he takes off his silver aviator shades. He places his sunglasses on the young fan who looks excited to be here, smiling as he pats him on the head. He rolls back into the ring, and kicks his feet up ropes in the corner of the ring and leans across the turnbuckle like it's a hammock, waiting for the match to begin.


The bell sounds and Trenton immediately goes right after Griffin and swings the steel chair wildly and Griffin is able to avoid it. Griffin grabs Trenton and spins him around and immediately delivers Shot in the Dark! Trenton drops to the mat and he rolls out of the ring. Griffin looks down at the floor and as he goes to drop to the floor, he begins to search around, but Trenton is nowhere to be seen . Griffin has a confused look on his face as he continues to search. He finally gets the idea to look under the ring, but as he lifts up the ring apron, the sound of a fire extinguisher going off is heard and a white billow of smoke fills the ringside area and Griffin stumbles back, wiping at his eyes. Trenton stands up, extinguisher in hand and drives it right into the head of Griffin and drops him to the mat. Trenton then hops up to the apron and delivers a moonsault right onto Griffin before picking him up and rolling him into the ring. Trenton rolls in after Griffin and goes for a cover.


Andrew Payne: Trenton is really bringing the fight to Griffin right now.

Miranda Augustino: He’s trying his damnedest to beat the first Undisputed Champion here in his own match.

Trenton doesn’t stop though as he slides out of the ring again and looks under the ring. He finds a trash can and lid and tosses them both into the ring before looking under again and this time finding a table, much to the delight of the fans. He picks it up and slides it in before getting back into the ring himself. He takes the table and sets it up in the corner before picking up the trash can lid and then grabs Griffin and pulls him up to his feet. Trenton goes to swing the trash lid, but Griffin is able to deliver a kick to the gut of Trenton forcing him to drop the weapon. Griffin grabs Trenton by the head and delivers a swinging neckbreaker before grabbing the trash can and placing it right on top of Trenton before climbing to the top rope. He then launches himself and delivers a moonsault right onto Trenton and driving the trash can into him. Griffin grabs at his ribs and after a moment scrambles into a cover.


Andrew Payne: Griffin almost had Trenton there, but at what cost. He could have busted his ribs there.

Miranda Augustino: No price is too high for Griffin when it comes to regaining the Undisputed Title.

Griffin then looks back at the table and nods his head as he grabs it and sets it up near the corner. He picks Trenton up and delivers a Glam Slam before picking Trenton up onto his feet and placing him on top of the table. Griffin then climbs up to the top rope himself and then he delivers Holy Diver driving Trenton through the table! Griffin grabs his back for a moment before hooking the leg on Trenton.


Thea Crawford: Trenton Page has been eliminated!

Andrew Payne: Great effort from Trenton here tonight, but having a match before this didn’t do him any favors.

Miranda Augustino: But what shape is Griffin going to be in for this next match with Emelie?

Andrew Payne: Well, we’re about to find out!

The lights in the arena dim to near darkness as "Legends Never Die" begins to play through the speakers. The Tron shows Risa Saito Jackson from behind, stepping into a vault, looking around before focusing on a glass case on it's own stand in the center under a harsh light. She steps toward it, and the camera focuses to reveal the mask of Super Tiger. She opens the case, slowly, taking out the mask and pulling it onto her face, and reaching behind her head. As the camera slowly spins, the music hits the 1:04 mark, briefly showing a smiling SUPER TIGER before pyro explodes across the stage in a rainbow colored shower of sparks as Super Tiger raised on a platform from below the stage, wearing a large, billowing kimono, her arms spread wide.


Risa Saito Jackson turns slowly, facing the ring. She makes her way down the ramp, slowly swaying with the music, her arms going out in beautifully choreographed motions with the music. Her head sways with the tune, eyes closed as she makes her way to the ring.


Thea Crawford: Introducing the next participant, she hails from Kyoto, Kyoto Prefecture, Japan, Super Tiger!

Having reached ringside, Super Tiger leaps up onto the apron, turning to face the crowd with a wink and a peace sign before skinning the cat and standing in the center of the ring, throwing a hand into the air and pointing at the ceiling while looking straight up into the sky.


She lowers her head, looking directly into the hardcam with a determined smile before she puts up the peace sign again and winks to the crowd before backing into her corner to await the start of the match.


Both women climb up to the top of the scaffolding and stare each other down, both with a determined and focused look on their faces.


Both women cautiously make their way across the scaffolding to meet in the middle of the structure. The two of them look at each other and get right up into each other’s faces exchanging some words before Tiger just gives Emelie a little shove back. That causes Emelie to fire right back, but instead of a shove, she delivers a chop right to the chest of Tiger. Emelie delivers a second and a third, backing Tiger up on the platform high above the ring. Emelie then gets a running start and looks to deliver leaping forearm to Tiger, but Tiger catches it and takes Emelie and delivers a scoop slam right onto the scaffolding. Emelie arches her back high and grabs at it as Tiger leans down and picks her up.

Andrew Payne: Scaffolding matches are dangerous, you lose if you get thrown off the top and fall to the mat below.

Miranda Augustino: Well, Super Tiger isn’t really afraid of much, so this probably really favors her.

Tiger takes Emelie and grabs her, looking to end this match early and toss the Undisputed Champion off the side and down to the mat, but Emelie is able to put on the brakes and deliver a few well placed elbows to the midsection to break herself free from Tiger. Tiger stumbles back a few steps and that is the opening Emelie needed as she charged in and delivered a rising knee strike that connects under the chin of Tiger and she stumbles back a little bit more. Emelie then takes Tiger and grabs her by the head. She runs and uses the trusses to kick off of and deliver a tornado DDT right onto the scaffold! Emelie grabs Tiger and begins to roll her towards the edge of the structure, looking to push her off the edge. Tiger though, grabs Emelie by the ankle and pulls her leg out from under and causes the champion to hit face first.

Tiger gets up to a knee and so does Emelie. The two of them look at each other and they begin to trade forearms. Neither one seems to be backing down or showing any effects as they let out screams with each hit they deliver to the other. They both make it up to their feet and they continue to trade blows with each other, but it’s Tiger who eventually gains the advantage and delivers a palm strike that lands right under the chin of Emelie who looks stunned, but before she can recover, Tiger grabs Emelie and delivers a snap dragon suplex and picks Emelie up and delivers a snap German suplex next. Tiger doesn’t stop there though. She picks Emelie up and looks to deliver a second German suplex, but Emelie lands on her feet and stumbles back a little bit and as Tiger turns around, Emelie delivers a superkick that lands right under the jaw of Tiger. Tiger follows it up with a roundhouse kick that connects to the side of Emelie’s head and the two of them both just fall to the structure.

The two of them lay there for a few moments before Tiger is the first to begin to stir. She gets up to her knees, followed closely by Emelie. The two of them look each other in the eyes before they just start to go chop for chop. They both get up to their feet and Tiger manages to block a chop from Emelie and deliver a couple in succession before she takes Emelie and delivers a slingblade! Tiger then picks Emelie back up to her feet and delivers a Blue Thunder Bomb to her, driving her into the scaffold! Tiger looks down at Emelie and says something to her before picking the champion up and just tossing her over the side of the structure and Emelie lands on the mat and the bell sounds.

Thea Crawford: Emelie Sanclemente has been eliminated!

Andrew Payne: And now we’re guaranteed a new champion!

Miranda Augustino: But Super Tiger has to face one of the most dangerous people on the Trauma roster in Anton, in a first blood match no less!

Andrew Payne: If anybody is ready for a war, it’s Super Tiger.