2018 Battle of the Juniors - Semi-Finals - 12/05/2018!

The show opens with a fade-in on Commissioner Steven Brody, sitting in his office. He stares directly into the camera with a calm smile playing across his face.

"Good evening. For those of you who are new to viewing our band, my name is Steven Brody and I am the Commissioner and owner of New Frontier Wrestling. For generations, since it's inception, professional wrestling - or promotional wrestling as it is more accurately called - has been a beloved past time, enjoyed all around the world. Men, and women respectively, performing feats of incredible strength against one another, inside the squared circle as they strive for greatness. In the early 1900s, the wrestling world changed as lucha libre began to expand from Mexico and into North America, as well as across the seas. Traditionally, these wrestlers, or more specifically luchadores, defied the stigma that pro wrestling was for the larger than life performers who possessed immense power. Rather, instead, they shed a light on agility, speed and jaw dropping matches that often made younger audiences view them as real life superheroes. Since then, wrestling promotions, all over the world have found a happy medium between presenting heavyweight wrestling as well as what has branched out from lucha libre, known often as junior heavyweight -- or cruiserweight, respectively. However, in many places, it still appears somewhat taboo to allow wrestlers who benefit from their quickness over their power. From their inner drive over their physical size. In the past, New Frontier Wrestling, unfortunately fell under this group. But under new ownership -- my ownership -- I am proud to announce that an official place is being made in the New Frontier for those superstars as we officially name our Junior Heavyweight division. Starting today...they step out of the shadows...and will rise."

The shot on Brody fades to black, immediately going into the introduction for the event, with From Ashes To New's "Shadows" serving as the background music to a highlight reel of the NFW roster members that will make up the Junior Heavyweight Division.

The video begins with various members of the division depicted in a dark room, under a spotlight being shown one by one. Among them:

- T-Hawk stares coldly into the camera.
-Tyson Law stands with his side to the camera, turning to look into it with a cold smirk.
- Adam Cole rubs his hands together, giving his cocky smirk.
- Vincent Stone sits in a meditative position. He opens his eyes, staring back with calm determination.
- Connor K sits in a chair, taping up his wrists, looking up at the camera.
- Tyler Grey sneers into the camera, looking ready to kill.
- AKI is seen, poised and ready to pounce.
- El Piso Mojado hops up and down on his feet in a warmup.
-Shingo Takagi roars inaudibly into the camera, flexing his muscles and....

The sequence abruptly cuts to a much more energetic reel of the Junior Heavyweight members all performing feats in the ring that make them stand out among others. Finally, the logo for the show slams onto the screen before cutting to the inside of the arena.

The pyro goes off across the stage as the camera sweeps over the Liverpool audience. "Shadows" continues to play as we are greeted, from the announce table, by Nick Hanson, James Reynolds and Matt Klazzic.

HANSON
"GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN! WELCOME, AGAIN, TO THE ECHO ARENA LIVERPOOL!! IT IS TIME FOR MORE NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING!!"

KLAZZIC
"WOOOHOOOOOO!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"IT'S THE BATTLE OF THE JUNIORS TOURNAMENT!! LET'S DO THIS!!"

The camera cuts to actually show the three at the table.

HANSON
"Indeed, Jim. Since NFW's re-inception way back in February, we've been making headlines. Pro Wrestling Illustrated recently published an article where they said NFW is a breath of fresh air for the wrestling scene. You have to admit, that's quite a compliment."

REYNOLDS
"PWI's got some smart people, Nicky."

KLAZZIC
"Hey, if they're complimenting us, you know we're doing something right!"

HANSON
"Well, we're hoping to continue that tonight as he present the semi-final round to the Battle of the Juniors tournament. We have four matches to bring you tonight, folks. Eight men competing to see who will go onto WrestleWar in January to compete in a Fatal Fourway, single elimination matchup. The winner of that match will be crowned NFW's first ever Junior Heavyweight Champion."

KLAZZIC
"I'm excited, Nick Hanson! I love these divisions! They just go to show that it isn't always necessarily the size of athlete, but it's the heart and the drive from deep within!"

REYNOLDS
"Good god, you are corny as fuck. You want some butter for that shit?"

KLAZZIC
"Hey, butter goes great with corn on the cob, James Reynolds."

REYNOLDS
"...Oh, this is gonna be a long night."

KLAZZIC
"Well, we wouldn't want these matches to be over too quickly, now would we?"

HANSON
"Absolutely not, Matt!"

REYNOLDS
"Fucking shoot me."

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The camera cuts to The Unwanted's locker room area, where Mia Hayashi is shown lacing up her boots, an irritatingly cocky grin plastered to her face. She was already in her ring gear, this week seemingly a cosplay of Raven from his ECW days, but with an "Unwanted" tee beneath the leather jacket. "You know... I'm just gonna be honest here. I have NO IDEA why I'm popular." She said, sitting back to look into the camera. "I'm an insufferable douche. I know that. Hell, Google a list of the douchiest things and people in the world, and I'm probably right up there with Abercrombie & Fitch, late-90s Metallica, and Starbucks. Maybe it's cos I'm hot. Maybe it's cos I stand up for the things and people I believe in. Eh. Probably the hot thing, really."

She looked around, pointing at someone off-camera. "So when it came time to recruit for The Unwanted... of course I was gonna go after someone like me. Someone who's an arrogant douche-canoe, but who stands by his convictions. And here's the dickhead in question right now!"

Already in his ring gear, complete with a new variation of his own leather jacket that went with his new allegiance, Adam Cole came stepping into frame. If the presence of Mia's own cocky grin wasn't enough to make viewers wanna punch a hole in their television screen, then the sight of Adam Cole's right next to hers would surely do the trick. "Hello boys and girls. Surely, by now, you all know who I am. For those who don't? Well...what the hell are you even watching this show for?" His smug grin grows even more as he brings up his hands in a shrug. "Unless it's for the gratuitous panty shot that my colleague here seems so keen on flashing to the camera under her kilt." As he said this, Cole gestured towards Mia before turning to the side to look at her. "I thought white was only for the schoolgirl gettup? Nevermind. Keep it. I'm sure these fuckers watching will find some amusement out of it!" He said, pointing to the camera, giving a feigned look of enthusiasm, clearly mocking any and all that were tuned in. "Now then, while those of the lesser intellect are busy giving themselves carpal tunnel syndrome over a piece of ass they'll never come close to in their mediocre lives, let's start today's lesson!" He clapped his hands together once, loudly. "Mia! Roll the tape! Who's the unlucky loser who thinks he's gonna be a future champion at my expense?"

"One of the Jackson twins. No idea which one." Mia shrugged, tilting her head in thought before asking, "You think they're still gonna be The Young Bucks when they're 40? Because then it's just gonna be sad. Like Shawn Michaels calling himself the Heartbreak Kid even though he's probably got an AARP card by now." Waving off the thought, she snorted as a giggle spilled from her. "ANYWAY. Was there ever anything as satifying as the look on Law's face last week? Those jackasses have been talking smack on poor Adrianna for MONTHS. It was time someone beat them at their own game."

Mia's combination of dissing the Young Bucks and a jab at Shawn Michaels brought on the response of Adam Cole snapping his fingers and pointing to the camera. "Cue it!" For a moment, the shot cut away from them to show:

When the shot returned to Mia and Adam, the latter was grinning with approval. "Up until that moment? Not even close. The only thing that's even going to come remotely close to that is tonight when I settle some...shall we say...unfinished business." He looked directly to the camera then. "Let's be serious for a minute here...Nick. I know exactly that it's you in my way, tonight. So, frankly, I can't *wait* to be the one to knock you out of this tournament. On the flipside? Matt, if you're listening? I wish you the best of luck in your own match, tonight. Because then I get to take a big heaping shit on your chances of winning this tournament too. A shit that's gonna stink up your career worse than Randy Orton did Stacy Kiebler's bag." He paused, looking to Mia. "Should we cue the thing again? I think so." Again, the same reaction clip rolled again before cutting back to Adam and Mia. "Now then...we covered my match...we covered getting back for Adrianna.. Because no one with an ass like that, in gym shorts, should walk around with a sad face on." Adam Cole paused, comically, tapping his chin with his index finger. "Did we cover everything? I feel like we missed something...." He looked to Mia, then, for clarification.

"....how ridiculously hot my ex is when she gets all violent?" She blinked, before scrunching her face up. "That's not really relevant here, huh. But then, my other thought really wasn't, either. That was why on earth Big Willy has never called his finisher The Mannheim Steamroller. Granted, it kinda sounds like some form of a Cleveland Steamer, but... sorry, my ADHD can be a bitch sometimes. ANYWAY. We're gonna show Captain Emo and his crew how to REALLY take over a promotion, and how to be lowkey AF doing it."

Hilariously, Adam Cole just stared at Mia Hayashi like even HE had no idea what the hell she was talking about!! "You know what? Neither of those served to jar my memory one bit." He shrugged his shoulders. "Ah well! Must not have been that important. Anyway! Who said shit about having to do things lowkey? The takeover starts tonight with one half of the most boring tag team to ever plague this business! Seeya in the ring, Nick!" Cole beckons Mia along before giving a mock smile into the camera as he raised up a 'too-sweet'. He caught himself, however, looked at the gesture in disgusted realization before turning it into a blatant middle finger directed at his opponent for the evening. With a loud, metallic bang effect, the Unwanted's stable name slammed onto the screen, closing out the scene before fading to black.

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In the opening match of the night, Adam Cole defeated Nick Jackson, by pinfall in 9:17, when he hit a super stiff Shining Wizard that technically would have ended the match by knockout. However, Adam Cole arrogantly insisted that the referee count the pinfall.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"And it's over!"

KLAZZIC
"I feel like the pinfall wasn't even necessary, Nick Hanson."

REYNOLDS
"Of course it was necessary! How else do you think you win a wrestling match?"

KLAZZIC
"That was a stiff strike if I ever saw one, James Reynolds! Do you even have your eyes open?"

REYNOLDS
"Bet your ass I have my eyes open and they just saw Adam Cole earn his spot at WrestleWar...bay-bay!!"

HANSON
"Well, Nick Jackson certainly looks to be a little out of it and Adam Cole is certainly pleased with himself. As you said, Jim, Adam Cole is the first of four semi-finalists to earn the right to compete at WrestleWar. As the night goes on, we'll find out who his three opponents are."

KLAZZIC
"Can't wait, Nick!"

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*In one of the locker room areas, we hear the arena crowd cheering as we see AKI seated and taping his wrists when Connor K. and Shelton Benjamin come in.*

"There he is, focused as always. Yo, AKI...," Connor says as he's being ignored by AKI.

"AKI...," Benjamin also says, also being ignored.

"AKI!!!" both yell as they tap him on the shoulder, finally getting his attention.

"You ready for this man? You got to go against Crimson Sabre, tonight," Connor asks.

"Yeah man, Sabre's been around for a long time man. He's done it all and seen it all," Benjamin adds as Connor nods in agreement.

"You need to take your usual bag of tricks and add more to it if you want to get over on him. We got your back, but we can't join you ringside. With everything that's been going on with Suzuki-gun, we're banned from ringside by the orders from Commissioner Brody," Connor says. "But I know you got this man. You're cool, calm, collective, and most annoyingly, quiet. So we'll be rooting you on and we won't hesitate to even the odds in case Sabre and his crew try anything. So you ready for this?" Connor asks and again he's being ignored by AKI, who's now standing at the open door waiting for the agent's cue.

"AKI?" Connor again asks.

"AKI!!!" both Connor and Shelton yell as they tap AKI's shoulder again. AKI fist bumps both of them as he leaves the locker room area, leaving Shelton and Connor somewhat confused.

"Man, he's cool and all. But I'll never get used to him ignoring us like that," Connor says.

"He's your boy. You tell me," Benjamin retorts.

"Fuck if I know. All that matters is that when the time comes, he shows up focused and ready to go. He and Sabre are going to tear it down tonight," Connor says as Benjamin nods in agreement as the camera fades.

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*An old black and white movie showing men 50 feet away from the camera walking into a snow covered firest. The old reel skips in places, every so often there seem to be small jumps in time. The men all carry buckets and appear to be laughing silently as soft music plays. A soothing male voice speaks over the music*

"For years Canadians have ventured into snow covered forests to harvest the sap of the mighty Canadian maple just before the arrival of spring..."

*The old movie is replaced with a modern, colourized shot of a spigot sticking out of a tree, clear liquid dripping into a bucket hanging underneath it*

"This liquid is the main ingredient of the lifeblood of Canadians everywhere, and once processed and sweetened..."

*Dark brown, viscuous liquid pours from a filling machine into five bottles positioned under the nipples of the filler. The bottle fills to the top, the nipples stop pouring, and the five bottles are mechanically whisked away as five new empty bottles replace them and the process continues*

"It is transformed into a part of a healthy breakfast!"

*The camera pans out from a closeup of a plate of pancakes to show a full breakfast, placed perfectly on a beautiful, complimentary table setting. Eggs, bacon, sausage, fried potatoes, toast, juice, milk, and three pancakes look good enough to eat*

"Breakfast is the most important meal of the day, and Rick Dickulous agrees, that's why he is proud to introduce 'Tree Blood,' his new line of Maple Syrup, being sold exclusively in the NFW online store!"

*Cut to a shot of Rick Dickulous holding a bottle shaped like a giant drop, with red, bleeding letters spelling out the product name, with a white silhouette of Rick's face. The letters make it seem as though his forehead is bleeding. Rick smiles into the camera*

"Tree Blood is the best maple syrup you can buy, guy! Let me show you why!"

*The camera pans out to a table with two stacks of pancakes on two separate plates. In front of one, a sign reading "OTHER GUYS," and one in front of the other with "TREE BLOOD" on it in the product's bleeding font*

"Here we have two stacks of Grandma's buttermilk pancakes. These motherfuckers right here would make a beaver chew it's balls off to get out of a trap just to get the crumbs - no shit, it happened once...followed the trail of blood all the way back to the tough sumbitch's ballsack hangin' there frozen as fuck!"

*An inaudible voice is heard off camera and Rick focuses off to the side, shielding his eyes from the stage lights*

"What? This is supposed to be PG? Fuck that, you definitely got the wrong fuckin' guy to do this shit show.....you want me to keep going?"

*The off camera voice is much more clear this time*

"Rick, kids are supposed to see this and buy your product. That's how this is supposed to work...I mean, you can't drop f-bombs if kids are watching."

"Man, fuck the kids..."

*Rick looks into the camera*

"I mean that totally non sexually....like, they've heard and said worse by now..."

*The camera adjusts, Rick points at the pancakes*

"We doin' this or not, buddy? These pancakes are makin' me hungry as fuck!"

*The off camera voice again audible*

"Just run with it and we'll shoot another one later..."

*Rick picks up the OTHER GUYS syrup and pours it over the pancakes. It seems to be runny, and not as dark as the syrup pouring into the bottles from earlier in the commercial*

"See how this shit just goes everywhere? Like, this syrup is seriously fuckin' the dog in every aspect. It's making a fuckin' great lake on my plate, and that means soggy pancakes. That, my friends, is a travesty."

*Rick picks up the TREE BLOOD bottle and pours it over the other stack of pancakes. It has a reddish tint to it, and while it flows, it is very thick and non viscuous, looking almost like real blood*

"Tree Blood is my jam - literally! See that red colour? Motherfuckin' strawberry JAM, GUY!"

*Rick excitedly dips his finger into the syrup and puts it in his mouth. He loudly cleans his finger and points it at the camera*

The shot cuts, abruptly to a black background with large text on the screen as an excerpt from Jackyll's "The Lumberjack" plays.

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Just as Connor K stated earlier, AKI and Crimson Sabre did, indeed tear the house down in a 20:11 long contest that was essentially a text book demonstration of what traditional Junior Heavyweight wrestling was all about.

Both men showed their technical and high flying prowess by pulling out all the stops against each other. In the climax moment of the match, AKI had just hit the AKI Spiral and was slowly pulling himself towards the top rope, through the exhaustion and pain racking his body.

KLAZZIC
"He's got Crimson Sabre out on the mat! He just needs to hit the RYUSSEI and this victory is his!!"

REYNOLDS
"He needs to stop fucking showboating and just make the pin!! He's down! Look! One! Two! Three! Four! Five! I can keep counting! Crimson Sabre is done!"

HANSON
"AKI's a man who doesn't take any chances! This is the Dominion of Pain's representative for the Junior Heavyweight division! He's gotta make sure!"

While AKI was halfway to the turnbuckle, Crimson Sabre began to stir and as AKI finally reached the top, Crimson Sabre managed to pull himself to his feet before AKI could fully setup for the RYUSSEI. With a final burst of energy, Crimson ran up and CRACKED AKI in the head with an enziguri.

KLAZZIC
"OH NO!!!"

REYNOLDS
"I told you!! What did I say?! What did I JUST say?! Good job, AKI, you moron!"

HANSON
"He was so close!!"

As AKI slumped down on top of the turnbuckle, Crimson Sabre climbed up and began setting him up to bring him down.

REYNOLDS
"What the hell is Crimson Sabre thinking of here?"

On the turnbuckle, Crimson looked to be setting up for a fisherman leghook suplex.

KLAZZIC
"Oh no, not this!"

REYNOLDS
"Is he out of his goddamn mind?!"

HANSON
"You tell me! You're the Dominion of Pain critic, Jim!"

As Crimson went for the lift, however, AKI began desperately fighting back, hitting him in the ribs. Letting him go, Crimson began throwing shots back as AKI found his footing on the inside of the middle turnbuckle.

REYNOLDS
"Well, one of these men are going down; it's just a matter of whether or not they take the other with them!"

KLAZZIC
"Come on, AKI!!"

HANSON
"Both men are reeling!!"

AKI suddenly slumped into a seated position on the turnbuckle after Crimson Sabre hit him with a headbutt.

KLAZZIC
"NOOOOO!!!"

As Crimson Sabre began setting up for the fisherman driver again, AKI sprang to life again, desperately, throwing a forearm that cracked Crimson in the jaw.

HANSON
"OHH!!! LISTEN TO THAT SHOT!!!"

The crowd popped and Matt Klazzic lost his mind as AKI stood off of the turnbuckle, bracing his feet as he lifted Crimson Sabre and jumped off of the middle turnbuckle to deliver a middle rope---

HANSON
"AKI DRIVER!!! AKI DRIVER!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"YEEEESSS!!!!!"

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

ARDEN
(on the mic)
"HERE IS YOUR WINNER.....AAAAAAKIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!"

HANSON
"What was it you said earlier, Matt?! It's not the size of the athlete---"

KLAZZIC
"IT'S THE HEART AND DRIVE HE HAS INSIDE, NICK HANSON!! AND THAT MAN RIGHT THERE, WHILE HE MAY BE SMALL, DEFINITELY HAS THE HEART AND DRIVE!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"I can't believe what I just saw!! AKI dug down deep and he pulled out a win!! Suck it Dominion!!"

HANSON
"You're gonna get your ass whupped one day, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"I'll die a happy man, at this point."

HANSON
"I'll mark your word on that one. Well folks, while we give Matt Klazzic time to calm down from his excitement---"

KLAZZIC
"GO AKI!!!! WOOHOOOOO!!!"

HANSON
(laughs)
"---here's a look at our year-end show called Season's Beatings!"

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Trans-Siberian Orchestra's "Carol of the Bells" slow intro rises as the background music. With the voice of a narrator reading each line, text appears on the screen:

Do You Love The Holidays?

A clip rolls, showing a rural neighborhood covered in snow and Christmas lights.

Do You Love Violence?

The wholesome, warm hearted feel of the ad suddenly takes on a dramatic (albeit somewhat humorous) change as the next clip shows Doomsday of the Dominion of Pain SMASHING a steel chair over an opponent's head. The crowd gives an "OHHHHHH!!!" and we hear Nick Hanson exclaim "Good GOD!!!!"

Why Not Have Both?

The melody builds to the powerful main piece as a short highlight reel depicts some of the more intense bumps seen in NFW:

- Judas Lasher delivers a vicious Lucifer's Halo.

- The Army of Darkness hit the Trip to Hell.

- Shelley Silver hits a brutal Falling Rain.

NFW Presents:
SEASON'S BEATINGS!!
LIVE in London, England

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Returning from the advertisement piece, the camera falls on Nick Hanson, James Reynolds and Matt Klazzic sitting at the announce table.

HANSON
"Ladies and gentlemen, once again, we thank you for joining us again, in Liverpool for the Battle of the Juniors. We've reached the halfway mark for tonight's event and we're just about ready to start our third match. Now, with that being said, that brings us to one of the competitors in this contest. We're talking about none other than Tyler Grey. Now, as we saw this passed Monday, Tyler Grey came to the ring -- seemingly in an effort to aid his friend and tag team partner, Chris Wolfe, in what looked to be a potential disadvantage in numbers during the Heavyweight Championship match. However, as we saw, his intention was anything but. Take a look."

The angle changes to a recap of Monday night's main event, in the climatic moment. Tyler Grey is seen, seemingly coming to stand with Chris Wolfe, only to suddenly turn and hit him with The Descent. A flash cut, fast forwards to the result of the doublecross -- and Max LeBrun pins Chris Wolfe, retaining the title.

Cutting back to the announce table, Hanson remains professional while Klazzic shakes his head in disgust. Reynolds looks amused to say the least.

HANSON
"Now, before we get to the match, we have Amy Connors standing backstage with Tyler Grey, himself. Amy. Take it away."

The camera then cut to backstage where Amy Connors stood beside Tyler Grey near the entrance curtain.

"Thank you, Nick." Amy said, before turning to her interview guest. "And thank you, Tyler Grey, for taking a moment to give this interview. The big question that everyone is wondering can be summed up in one, simple word and that is: Why?"

Grey stood silent for a moment, smirking at the camera. For a junior heavyweight, he looked undeniably intimdating: absolutely RIPPED physique, cold unfeeling eyes, and black facepaint across the upper half of his face. Looking at the diminutive interviewer, he simply raised an eyebrow. "Because *fuck you*, that's why." He turned, to look directly at the camera. "I don't owe Chris Wolfe and explanation. I don't owe these fans an explanation. In fact... I don't owe anyone SHIT. And that's what this comes down to. When Wolfe was wowing everyone in the goddamn VBMT, did you hear him talk about me? Did you hear him MENTION me? No. It was alllllll him. But as soon as he gets his ass kicked, and gets a little scared, what's he do? Comes running to me. Fuck you, Chris. I'm nobody's backup plan. You held me back in the Circle of Snakes, and you are NOT gonna hold me back now."

The audience booed Tyler Grey from the first response that came from. Probably because of how shocked and upset Amy Connors looked at the man's blatant rudeness. "So then...you're with the Renegades, now." Amy said, tentatively. "How exactly did that come to be? Is that how Max LeBrun and Julian Morrison swayed you? They told you that Chris Wolfe doesn't really care? Because on the night you betrayed him, he called you a friend. Not just a tag partner but, and I quote, "a damn good friend.""

Tyler looked at her with disgust, shaking his head. "...you are one stupid bitch, Amy. Anyone ever tell you that? Because you really are. You're here so people can look at your fucking body. So stick to bending over for the boys in the back and stop pretending anyone gives a shit what you say." He scowled into the camera again, pointing this time. "Nobody manipulated me, nobody made me promises. I went to Max and Julian MYSELF. Because from this moment on, the Renegades don't just have a new member... they have a goddamn TERMINATOR."

Amy Connors. Poor Amy Connors. The poor woman stood there as if she didn't know what to even do let alone say. In the end, she didn't. All Amy Connors did was cup a hand over her quivering mouth and quickly ducked out of the frame as Disturbed's "The Best Ones Lie" could be heard starting to play out in the arena and the shot cut back to ringside.

HANSON
"Oh my...GOD!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"...I'm speechless guys!!!"

REYNOLDS
"That was fucking great!"

KLAZZIC
"That was horrible! Did you see the look on poor Amy Connors' face?!"

REYNOLDS
"Well, she shouldn't ask stupid questions."

HANSON
"Oh come on, Jim!!"

ARDEN
"The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Battle of the Juniors, semi-final round match! Introducing first, weighing in at two hundred and eighteen pounds, representing the Renegades: TYLER....GREEEEEEEY!!!!"

As Tyler Grey reaches the ring, the man is showered with boos from the crowd for his actions from Monday, not to mention what he JUST did backstage.

HANSON
"What the hell is wrong with this guy? He's changed, definitely."

REYNOLDS
"Dude doesn't take any shit! I like it!"

KLAZZIC
"Guys like him make me sick."

REYNOLDS
"Oh cut the guy a break! He has a right to be upset!"

KLAZZIC
"Why don't you shut your mouth, James Reynolds! You disgust me about as much as he does with your mouth! If I were any less of a man, I'd come over there and pop you one!"

REYNOLDS
"If you were any less of a man, you'd be that man in the ring's bitch."

HANSON
"Guys! Come on!"

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Tyler Grey defeated Matt Jackson, by submission in 12:02, after essentially relishing in beating the absolute hell out of him with Jackson only able to mount a miniscule offense. Once it was evident that Tyler Grey was finished making his statement, he proceeded to lock Matt Jackson into a double underhook crossface, which he dubbed Judgement Day.

Once Matt Jackson submitted, Tyler Grey pulled him to his feet and hit him with The Descent before exiting the ring and storming up the ramp.

HANSON
"Well, folks. There's your third man in the Fatal Fourway at WrestleWar."

REYNOLDS
"TYLER FUCKING GREY, PEOPLE!!! GIVE IT UP FOR HIM!!"

KLAZZIC
"That was atrocious!!"

REYNOLDS
"You don't call that talented?!"

KLAZZIC
"The man has no class! He's a jerk!! He turned his back on his best friend, made a poor young woman cry, and assaulted his opponent after the match for what?! He oughta win a Jerk of the Year award!"

REYNOLDS
"He may be your pick for Jerk of the Year, but he's my pick for the first NFW Junior Heavyweight Champion!!"

HANSON
"So that's your official pick?"

REYNOLDS
"Yup! Sticking with it! Sue me!"

KLAZZIC
"Not if AKI has anything to say about it!"

REYNOLDS
"AKI doesn't have shit to say. The man never even speaks! Who's your pick, Nicky?"

HANSON

"You know better than to ask me that. Anyway folks, as we get ready for our last match of the night, we'd like to give you an update on the condition of Erin Mercer. If you watched our special for the Queen of the Ring quarterfinals, last night, then you know she sustained an injury at the hands of Lara Blackheart during their match. Now, Lara Blackheart did issue a public apology, hinting that it was not intentional. Erin Mercer also tweeted this photo shortly after."

KLAZZIC
"Ouch! Look at that."

REYNOLDS
"Fucking gnarly!"

HANSON
"Fortunately, it has been said that she did not sustain a concussion and she will not miss any action. In fact, she will take on Shelley Silver this coming Monday when we hit Glasgow, Scotland."

KLAZZIC
"Ooh! Can't wait for that one!"

REYNOLDS
(with a suggestive tone)
"Me neither! Heh heh."

KLAZZIC
"Oh, brother...."

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Backstage, we see Vincent Stone walking through the hallway, not even acknowledging the camera in front of him while on his way to the ring. He's in his ring gear, looking cold and focused as he moves in a brisk pace, rolling his wrists. As he stretches his arms back, he bears his teeth, revealing a black mouth piece with #FUCKFEAR etched in white.

KLAZZIC
"Look at that! Vincent Stone looks READY!!"

REYNOLDS
"He looks pissed, is what he looks like."

"Excuse me, Vincent Stone? Vin, wait up!" Offscreen, we hear Josh Davison before he comes running up with a microphone in hand. He walks hastily alongside the man, trying to keep up. "I see you're on your way to the ring, right now. I just wanted to---"

"Not now, Josh." Stone says firmly, not even looking at the man and brushes him off as best as he can without trying to be too much of a dick. "You. Out of my goddamn way." Stone moves passed the camera as Josh Davison watches him go with a look of defeat on his face at not getting an interview.

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*The camera shifts to just outside the Gorilla position, with T-Hawk and Shingo Takagi standing just outside the curtain leading into the ramp walkway. Shingo has on his Suzuki-gun track suit as he stands as a second for T-Hawk.*

"Vu~insento Sutōn wa," T-Hawk starts, "watashitachi hitori ga koko de susumeru yochi ga arimasu. Watashi wa anata ni nani no mondai mo naiga, anata wa watashi no michi ni iru. Anata wa kikai ni megumarete imasu. Anata ga shiyou to shite iru koto ni tsuite hanasu koto ga dekimasuga, kon'ya wa Night raido o 1-kai osu dake de, fainaru e no chiketto o nusumu koto ga dekimasu," T-Hawk says confidentally as Shingo nods sternly and pats him on the shoulder. "Junbi suru, watashi wa anata no tame ni kuru."

Shingo yells into the camera as "Wolfish Soldier" starts to play in the arena as the two step through the curtain.

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Vincent Stone versus T-Hawk was a hard hitting match that lasted 16:11 and, while visually impressive with both men showing their techniques to the fullest, was also a little on the brutal side as Stone seemed to be fighting with more anger and aggression, putting some extra snap into his Strong Style kicks and forearm strikes.

T-Hawk countered this offense with his own array of strikes and using his power to stop Stone in his tracks several times before throwing him to the mat with ease and leaving him with a welted chest from his stiff chops.

Both men exchanged multiple signature moves from T-Hawk's Veracruz, to Stone's Shining Wizard which ended up drawing blood from T-Hawk's lip. T-Hawk returned the sentiment, shortly after, hitting Stone with the Aguila and busting his lip open before scoring a near pinfall.

As Stone began to mount a comeback, Shingo Takagi climbed onto the apron, distracting him and the referee while T-Hawk recovered kicking out after a Lionsault.

HANSON
"Oh and there's Takagi on the apron!"

KLAZZIC
"Of course!! Get him down from there!!"

Face to face with only the ropes in between them, Takagi and Stone pressed their foreheads together, exchanging obscenities -- even if they didn't understand each other -- as the referee tried to get Shingo down. From behind, T-Hawk moved up and grabbed Stone to whip him around and went to throw another knife edge chop but Stone quickly stepped out of the way in a manner that said he expected that this was the reason Shingo started taunting him in the first place.

T-Hawk's chop missed and Stone popped up with a dropkick from behind that sent T-Hawk slamming into Shingo and knocking him off of the apron. T-Hawk had a split second or two to react to what had just transpired before Stone spun him around and drove a boot into his gut, promptly lifting him up and driving him and running him to the center of the ring before driving him down with the FATALITY!!

KLAZZIC
"FOR THE VICTORY OF EARTHREALM!!!!"

HANSON
"IS THAT ENOUGH?! LEG HOOK!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

REYNOLDS
"HOOOOLY CRAP!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"STONE WINS!! STONE WINS!!"

HANSON
"He overcame Suzuki-Gun level odds and got the win!! Vincent Stone is going to WrestleWar!!"

The sound of Trust Company's "Downfall" filled the arena as Vincent Stone pulled himself to his feet on the ropes and let the referee raise his arm before pulling away and walking to the corner where he called for a microphone. Once he had in his hand, he signaled with a hand across his throat to kill the music.

"Cut it off for a minute...." He said, panting heavily as sweat coated every inch of his skin. After the music turned off, Stone took a second to catch his breath as he looked around at the audience. "What's up, Liverpool?" The crowd cheered back at him. Stone gave them a minute, even pointing out and acknowledging a fan with a 'HANDS OF STONE' sign before continuing.

"Look, I suck at talking so I'm gonna try to make this as short as I can. First of all, let me start by saying, thank you all for your support. You people are awesome and without you, I wouldn't be standing here, now. None of us would."

KLAZZIC
"A man of class!"

REYNOLDS
"Oh, he's a suck up!"

HANSON
"Knock it off, Jim. Let's listen."

The crowd cheered back at him, starting a chant of

STONE! STONE! STONE! STONE! STONE!

After a moment, Vincent Stone continued and the crowd quieted down to hear what he had to say. "Now, for the main reason I have this microphone in my hand. Let me ask you guys something...." He turned to address all sides of the crowd as he pointed to himself. "You can tell I'm a little pissed off tonight, right?" He nodded. "Yeah? I know there was a camera in my face back there on my way to the ring. But, let me clarify as to why I'm pissed because it has nothing to with my match tonight. Yeah, I expected some dirty shit, being up against a member of Suzuki-Gun. That's done and over with. I got the douleyew. I'm going to WrestleWar next month and I'm going for that Junior Heavyweight Championship."

The crowd popped again.

"Now! In the meantime!" Stone raised his voice, moving to lean against the ropes facing the ramp. "Last night, my friend Erin Mercer...she came out here and wrestled her match. She won her match. But she won it by a disqualification. Her opponent, Lara Blackeart - someone that Erin started to look at as a friend - got disqualified, because she beat the shit out of Erin so bad that she opened up her forehead and left her face covered in blood. Erin had to get eight stitches to close up the gash in her head."

KLAZZIC
"That was a horrible sight last night. Poor Erin!"

"Now, let me be clear on one thing...." Stone said, raising an index finger as he leaned against the ropes. "I hold no negative feelings towards Lara Blackheart. I don't know what's going on with you, right now, but I know you didn't intentionally try to put Erin out of commission. What I do know...is that you went off on her the way you did as a result of the bullshit being taught to you by the man you call your godfather. Yeah, I'm talking to you: Judas Lasher -- you self-centered, sick, twisted, megalomaniacal son of a BITCH!!"

The crowd...went...WILD!!!!!

HANSON
"WHOOOOAAAAA!!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"IS HE NUTS?!"

KLAZZIC
"HE MIGHT BE JUST A LITTLE!!"

Vincent Stone pushed back off of the ropes, standing tall as he backed up to the middle of the ring. "I don't know if you're back there now, Judas. I don't know if you came to support your boy Crimson Sabre or if you're watching this from the luxury of your hotel room with Mrs. Chastain. I know Buzzsaw's back there. He came to support Sabre and you all know, by now, he's been giving me some pointers on my career. I don't want that to end. I respect the hell out of you Buzzsaw and I cherish every piece of knowledge you've passed onto me. However, I cannot sit by after what happened last night, and let this shit go on. Especially after one of my own friends since before I came back to this company, was a victim of Judas Lasher's manipulation!"

He lowered the microphone, rubbing his mouth and looking at the blood on his fingers from his lip before lifting the microphone again. "People are gonna call me crazy. They're gonna call me suicidal. Hell, I may even lose whatever respect I have from Lara herself. I know she adores you, Judas. She looks up to you. But you crossed the fucking line when you manipulated her into thinking it was okay to brutalize someone who wasn't even the source of her anger and THAT is why I'm calling you out!" He pointed up at the stage. "That is why I'm calling out the Dominion of Pain!!" The crowd popped again.

REYNOLDS
"Vincent Stone's out of his goddamn mind!!!"

Stone continued. "And believe me, I know exactly what everyone's gonna say. Buzzsaw's gonna call me stupid and try to talk me out of this. LeeAnn Viskan is gonna say something like 'Stone, you don't know what you're getting into.' Judas Lasher's gonna sit on his fucking pedestal and say some shit like -- here, Stone puts on a rather impressive impersonation of Judas' voice -- 'choose wisely, boy. You know nothing of the pain that awaits you on this path.' Motherfucker, let me fill you in on a little secret that only a handful of people know: As much as I'm a long time fan of this business, I didn't get into it because I wanted to be like my favorite wrestlers. I do this because I like getting hit just about as much as I love kicking people in the face! So, with WrestleWar not coming around until the end of January, I've got plenty of time to kill. Adam Cole, AKI and Tyler Grey are gonna spend the next several weeks banging heads with one another and measuring their dicks over who's gonna become Junior Heavyweight Champion. Well, you can rest assured that, if I'm still breathing by then, it's gonna be me. I also know that Judas Lasher's gonna cast aside any thought of little old me because he's got his own title match, also at WrestleWar. So, what you can do, Judas, is send your pack after me. Otherwise, I'm gonna be one painful thorn in your side until you learn not to fuck with people that you have no reason to! As a matter of fact, how about we start with your new guy, Ethan Skinner? I'll be in Glasgow on Monday. Let's see if you're as good of a wrestling coach as you are at playing Charles Manson. Your student versus me! Monday in Glasgow, Scotland! And if you think -- even for a second -- that your neo-goth, Satanic worshipping gig is gonna scare me away, you've got another thing coming, Judas. Because, you see, I'm somewhat of a spiritual man myself. People like to mock those like me nowadays and make a joke out of it, but my spirituality doesn't come from the entity that kicked yours out of the sky. No, see, I pray to the motherfucker that has brings the thunder and with him as my witness, I'm about to bring his hammer down on your ass!!" He threw down the mic as his music resumed.

KLAZZIC
"WOW!!!!"

HANSON
"TALK ABOUT DRAWING THE LINE ON THE BATTLEFIELD!!"

REYNOLDS
"As much as I'd like to see the Dominion go down, I don't think Vincent Stone is the one to do it, guys!! He's making a death wish here!!"

HANSON
"He might be, Jim, but you have to understand his feelings on the matter!!"

KLAZZIC
"Absolutely, Nick Hanson!! How many more people could wind up hurt if Judas Lasher goes unchecked?!

HANSON
"I just hope Stone thought this out before coming out and getting on that microphone!! We'll find out on Monday, I guess!! That's all the time we've got for now, folks. Tomorrow, we have the Quarterfinals to Tag Team Wars, then Monday, we're in Glasgow!! So, long everyone!!"

KLAZZIC
"Cheerio, lovelies!!!"

Credits and fade to black....