2018 Queen of the Ring/Tag Team Wars Semi-Finals 12/11/2018!

The special opens up with the sound of A Day To Remember's "Paranoia" as a highlight reel rolls, focusing on the previous four matches of both the Queen of the Ring and Tag Team Wars tournaments. First, the Queen of the Ring logo flashes across the screen as we see:

- Alex Brody's shocking victory against the bigger, stronger Viper.
- A brutal, sped up recap of Lara Blackheart vs Erin Mercer, finally focusing on Erin laying bloody in the ring with Lara shakily walking up the ramp.
- Angel Kusanagi and Shelley Silver's brutal contest that was the talk of social media that week. Silver gets the pin. Kusanagi licks the blood from her lip with a masochistic smile.
- A recap of mother vs daughter as LeeAnn Viskan and Marissa Payne clashed in the match that some hoped would never happen while others highly anticipated in. Quick shot of the hug at the end of the match, then Marissa humbly raising her mother's arm.

The Tag Team Wars logo flashes across the screen.

- A recap shows of Killer Elite Squad's dominant victory over the Street Profits.
- The Guerrillas of Destiny and Army of Darkness' all out war, eventually leading to G.O.D's victory
- The Golden Lovers are seen earning a hard fought victory over the McKeesport Mafia.
- Finally, a recap of the Rebel Rousers overcoming the odds and defeating the team of Minoru Suzuki and Havok.

The camera shot abruptly cuts to the arena where the pyro goes off around the stage and "Paranoia" continues to play. The title plate for Glasgow, Scotland appears at the top center of the screen as we are greeted by the voices of Nick Hanson, James Reynolds and Matt Klazzic.

HANSON
"GOOD EVENING, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, AND WELCOME TO GLASGOW!! We apologize for the delay in our scheduled Monday broadcast, but don't worry because TONIGHT, we have Semi-Finals action for you!"

REYNOLDS
"Damn right, Nicky!! We're gonna find out who goes to Season's Beatings in two weeks to determine the number one contenders for not only the Women's Championship but the Tag Team Titles as well! And I swear on my life, Matt, if you brought haggis to this show, I'm gonna fucking choke you."

Finally, the camera cuts to the announce table as Matt unveils a platter of little cookies.

KLAZZIC
"Merry Christmas, guys!"

Reynolds lowers his sunglasses, and looks at the tray. He then looks up at Matt.

REYNOLDS
"Okay...they look like cookies. What's the catch?"

KLAZZIC
"No catch! They're Scottish shortbread!"

Nick Hanson picks one up to examine it. He looks at Matt Klazzic.

HANSON
"You baked again?"

KLAZZIC
"Sure did! By the way, Jim. I'll have you know, I had haggis with my full Scottish, this morning!"

REYNOLDS
"Your what?"

KLAZZIC
"My full Scottish!"

REYNOLDS
"What the f---"

HANSON
"Breakfast, Jim. He means his breakfast. Jeez, I thought you were all about cultural immersion when we visited new places?"

James Reynolds bites into a shortbread cookie and chews for a second.

REYNOLDS
"Usually, I am, but this place has some weird ass food. These aren't bad, though."

HANSON
"I still don't get you, sometimes."

REYNOLDS
"What do you mean?"

HANSON
"Nothing, Jim."

Nick Hanson remarks, eating a cookie as Ryan Upchurch's "Cheatham County" breaks the silence from the arena sound system with the lights flashing red, white and blue.



REYNOLDS
"No, really. What do you mean, you don't get me?"

HANSON
"Well, here we go, folks! We're gonna kick this show right off with the first of two semi-finals tag team matches!"

REYNOLDS
"Nicky! Answer me before Matt starts dancing."

HANSON
"Too late, there he goes!"

As the music plays, Teddy Morse comes bursting out of the curtain, full of energy. Behind him, Chase Evans walks out; in high spirits, but more composed than his tag team partner. His expression is that of pure focus in preparation for their match. Chase walks down the ramp, slapping hands with the front row fans while Teddy Morse does the same on the other side. Teddy, however, moves down the ramp in a dance-like strut that matches their music. He's just having a good time.

ARDEN
"Coming down to the ring.... From Cheatham County!! Weighing in at a combined, five hundred and twelve pounds. Teddy Morse...Chase Evans...THE REBEEEEEEEEL RRRRRRROUSEEEEEERRRRSSSS!!!!"

Reaching the ring, Teddy runs and slides in under the bottom rope while Chase climbs onto the apron and enters normally. Together, they each take a corner and climb up, playing to the audience before hopping down and beginning to remove their entrance gear before exchanging a double high five.

REYNOLDS
"Are you done?"

KLAZZIC
"For now, I am! Time will tell!"

REYNOLDS
"You're certain? Are you sure you don't have some stupid dance for the Golden Lovers when they come out here in a second?"



From the curtain, the Golden Lovers appear with Omega nodding in approval to the cheers from the crowd. Beside him, Ibushi does his signature bounce on his toes before raising his fists to the air and the two start their way down the ramp.

ARDEN
"Introducing their opponents...at a combined weight of four hundred and thirty-four pounds!! They are: The Best Bout Machine, Kenny Omega and The Golden Star, Kota Ibushi!! THE GOLDEEEEEEN LOVEEEEEEEERS!!!!"

Both men make their way around the ring, high fiving as many fans as possible before they finally enter the ring, where Omega stands in the center, 'cocking the gun' and raises his finger towards the crowd before aiming at the Rebel Rousers and firing.

REYNOLDS
"One thing you may notice: Kenny Omega may no longer associate with Bullet Club but he's still got that chip on his shoulder."

KLAZZIC
"I can't say I approve, James Reynolds, but I think that's where Kota Ibushi comes into play. As his best friend, he keeps him in line."

HANSON
"You may have hit the nail right on the head, Matt."

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In the opening contest of the evening, the Rebel Rousers pulled off an impressive victory against the Golden Lovers, defeating them by pinfall in 19:09 when Chase Evans delivered the Upchuck to Kota Ibushi, rolling over him for the pin as soon as he fell back to the mat.

HANSON
"THEY DID IT!! BY GOD, THEY DID IT!! THE REBEL ROUSERS ARE GOING TO THE FINALS!!"

KLAZZIC
"YEE-YEE!!"

REYNOLDs
"The fuck?"

KLAZZIC
"Embrace your inner country boy, James Reynolds!"

Inside the ring, the Rebel Rousers and Golden Lovers shook hands before the latter left to allow the winners to celebrate their victory. Morse and Evans remained in the ring, absolutely fired up, playing it up in the ring before exiting to interact with the fans some more on their way out.

HANSON
"I have to say, not to take anything from these two, but I'm a little shocked! They've had one hell of a rough run lately but as far as this tournament goes, they've been on a tear!"

KLAZZIC
"Who knows, Nick Hanson? This tournament may have been just what these boys needed to get back on track!"

HANSON
"And the teams they've beaten haven't exactly been slouches either. TMDK, a unit of Suzuki-Gun, and now the Golden Lovers."

KLAZZIC
"And may I point out that they pinned Minoru Suzuki in that Suzuki-gun match?"

HANSON
"They most certainly did; you're right!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, yeah. Well they're not at WrestleWar yet! They've still got one more team to go through. That's gonna be either the Guerrillas of Destiny or Killer Elite Squad. Can they beat a top tier team a third time? I don't think so!"

KLAZZIC
"I do think so! I'm rooting for these guys!"

HANSON
"Time will tell, gentlemen. Time will tell.

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The camera opened up close on...well...what the extremely squeamish might call a grisly sight as the shot focused on a stitched wound on pale flesh. Offscreen, a man's voice sounded as the shot slowly started to pan out, bringing into view a hand in a latex glove bordering the wound. "Ooookay. Looks good." The camera panned out more, revealing, as expected at this point, Erin Mercer was the one being examined. Already in a purple and silver variation of her wrestling attire with her jacket laying in her lap, she sat still while the ring doctor examined her wound from last week.

Finally, the man stepped back, packing up his gear as Erin Mercer fixed her hair, covering the stitches with her bangs. "Just remember, take it easy out there. Don't do anything too crazy."

"Uhh, did you forget what the cornerstones of this company do?" Erin asked sarcastically, but with a humored tone. Teasing but not being rude.

The doctor slung his bag over his shoulder, rolling his eyes and raising his hands in defeat. "Yeah, yeah, I know. But you know what I mean. Don't miss a mark and crack your head on the turnbuckle."

Erin snapped her fingers, clicked her tongue and held an extended, adorable wink to the man. "Noted. Thanks doc!"

As the doctor walked out of frame and could be heard leaving the locker room, Erin leaned to the side, watching the man go with her eyebrows raising. Only when it seemed he was gone did she close her eyes and shake her shoulders as if she had a pleasant chill running through her.

"Erin... are you SURE we should be having this match tonight?" Alex Brody stood a few feet away, a worried look on her face, arms crossed over her chest. She was dressed for their match, with a "Jerichoholic" sweatshirt over her gear to keep her warm. "If something happens and you get hurt worse I'm never gonna forgive myself."

Erin Mercer stood up, pulling her jacket on and making sure the collar was up, properly. "Alex, I'm fiiiiiine! The doctor said before, there's no concussion. I just bled a lot." She said, reassuringly, reaching out to squeeze her friend's shoulders before lifting her eyes as if she was trying to see her own wound. "I mean, yeah, it's throbbing a little. And I won't lie; I'm a little bothered emotionally, by this. I know we keep on saying 'it's a wrestling match' and 'friends can wrestle each other and not be angry at each other' but when it all boils down to it, this still kinda sucks. We're gonna be out there, hurting each other...."

"....promise me, Erin. PROMISE me you're not gonna pull any punches out there." Alex told her, raising an eyebrow. "Whichever of us wins tonight... there can't be any doubt about the win."

Erin rolled her eyes, smiling and pulled Alex into a hug. "C'mere, hon. Listen to me. You have my word on that...under the condition that you do the same. This right here?" She let go of Alex and lifted her bangs to reveal the stitches. "I don't want this to stop you from going all out. You give me your best and I'll give you mine. And afterwards?" She thought for a moment before throwing her arms up at a loss. "I dunno! We'll pig out on junk food in the hotel and watch movies! Or hell, Morgan has her PS4. We can have a late night game sesh!"

"I won't hold back." Alex said, meaning it entirely, but also not exactly LIKING it. "Good luck out there. I'm gonna go for now... give both of us a chance to prepare and focus. I'll.... I'll see you out there."

"Hey...." Erin said softly, catching Alex by the arm before she left and raised up a fist to bump against hers. As Alex returned it, Erin kept her smile. "Hashtag Merlex for life." When Alex did leave, Erin sighed, watching her go before closing her eyes and turning from the camera, bringing her hands up to shake out the nerves as the shot faded away.

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In what was a highly anticipated singles contest, LeeAnn Viskan and Shelley Silver went to war against one another in the longest match of the event, going back and forth for 21:22. The crowd was seemingly split down the middle, at one point trading chants back and forth.

LET'S GO LEEANN!

LET'S GO SHELLEY!

LET'S GO LEEANN!!

LET'S GO SHELLEY!!

HANSON
"Will you two listen to this crowd?! They are SPLIT!!"

KLAZZIC
"I'll say!! There's no clear favorite, here!! I think they'd be happy with either one coming out on top!!"

HANSON
"Well, that just may be Viskan. She's got Silver in that Octopus Hold. Look at the torque she's putting in!"

LeeAnn Viskan wrenched back on Shelley Silver's arm with her legs wrapped over her opponent, pulling back on the arm so hard one might have thought she was trying to dislocate it. Silver obviously wasn't going to let it come easy, though, as she fought through the pain -- evident on her face -- as she struggled to power out of the move.

REYNOLDS
"I don't think she's gonna be able to get out of this one, guys!"

HANSON
"Don't sell her short, Jim. We've seen her perform feats that not a lot of women in this business can do!"

Just as Nick Hanson said that, Shelley Silver managed to yank her arm free--

KLAZZIC
"YES!!"

--And hoist LeeAnn up off of her grounded foot, reaching up to grab her and shift her onto her shoulder.

REYNOLDS
"How the hell did she manage that?!"

HANSON
"I told you! What's she gonna do now!"

KLAZZIC
"Oh, man! Watch out, watch out, watch---!!!!"

As Klazzic's excitement got the better of him, Shelley SIlver took off across the ring, with LeeAnn Viskan on her shoulder and hit a thunderous, running powerslam before collapsing right beside her.

REYNOLDS
"HOLY CRAP!!! COVER HER!! COVER HER!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR---

HANSON
"LEEANN VISKAN KICKS OUT!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"SO CLOSE!!!"

From here, LeeAnn was the first one to her feet, somehow and came down with a kneedrop upon Shelley's chest to knock the wind out of her. She wasted no time, then, in immediately going for her opponent's legs, beginning to setup the Chemical Wedding.

REYNOLDS
"Oh damn, this might be it!!"

HANSON
"Could be!"

REYNOLDS
"She locks this in, it's over!"

KLAZZIC
"Come on, Shelley!! Do something!"

As LeeAnn went to complete the application of the hold, Shelley managed to get one leg free and shoved LeeAnn forward, sending her into the turnbuckle while she rolled back. As Shelley got to her feet, LeeAnn stumbled back right into her opponent for a snap Dragon Suplex.

KLAZZIC
"SNAP INTO A SLIM JIM, BABY!!! LOOK AT THAT DRAGON SUPLEX!!"

REYNOLDS
"OHHHHHHHHH YEYAAAAAAAH!!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"Thanks for the assist, Jim!!"

As LeeAnn fought to recover, Shelley Silver climbed back to her feet and saw the position her opponent was in. She barely hesitated, knowing the consequences of doing so against such an opponent, thus as LeeAnn Viskan rose up onto her knees, Shelley rebounded off of the ropes and delivered a brutal Silver Sunset!!

HANSON
"SILVER SUNSET!!!! IS THAT IT?!?!"

KLAZZIC
"IT COULD BE!!!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

REYNOLDS
"MAAAAAAN!!!!! LOOK AT THAT!!!!"

HANSON
"SHELLEY SILVER, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IS GOING TO LONDON...TO SEASON'S BEATINGS...FOR THE QUEEN OF THE RING FINALS!!!"

KLAZZIC

"GIVE IT UP FOR BOTH OF THESE WOMEN!! THEY JUST SHOWED GLASGOW WHAT REAL WRESTLING IS!!!"

As "I Am The Fire" blasted throughout the arena, the referee raised Shelley Silver's hand. She turned, then, to find LeeAnn Viskan on her feet and looking right at her, holding one hand to her neck and the other around her ribs.

REYNOLDS
"Whoa, whoa. Hang on, boys."

HANSON
"Uh-oh."

REYNOLDS
"What's gonna....?"

A slow burn pop arose from the crowd as LeeAnn moved the hand off of her ribs and slowly extended it to Shelley with a wickedly amused smile.

KLAZZIC
"Wooooow!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Would you look at THAT!"

The pop elevated as Shelley Silver accepted the handshake and LeeAnn gave a slow nod of approval before leaving the ring to her opponent, nodding as she left the ring.

REYNOLDS
"I never thought I'd see that happen!"

HANSON
"I don't think you give LeeAnn Viskan enough credit for her sportsmanship, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"Maybe not. She could be the white sheep of the Dominion of Pain. Then again, Lara's still a hell of a lot nicer."

KLAZZIC
"Well, either way, that just makes this moment even more awesome! We have our first finalist for the Queen of the Ring! She's gonna face either Erin Mercer or Alex Brody!"

HANSON
"We'll find out, later tonight!"

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*The backstage shifts to the interview area where Josh Davidson is standing.*

"At this time, my guests are Da...," Davidson starts before he is chased out of the interview area as Lance Archer and Davey Boy Smith Jr. come storming in.

"We don't need Josh for this, so he can get the hell out," Archer snarls as Smith looks off-camera in Davidson's direction and gives him the 'shoo motion' with his hand as Heyman comes in with a wry smirk on his face and waves bye-bye in Davidson's direction as Smith stands behind him and puts his hands on Heyman's shoulders as he faces the camera.

"Tama Tonga. Tanga Loa. Guerillas of Destiny. We've gone around the world and back with you two clowns. It doesn't matter if it's in Japan, the States, or here in Europe. You step in the ring with K.E.S.. You step into a world of pain," Archer growls.

"Tonga, Loa. Tonight in the semi-finals, K.E.S. takes one more step to winning the Tag Wars tournament. Tonight, K.E.S. takes one more step to getting a shot at the NFW Tag Team Championships. It's only a matter of time, before WE get those titles and to do that, we will WIN the NFW Tag Wars competition," Smith states emphatically as Heyman flanks him with his arms crossed and smiles confidentally as he nods in approval.

"Tonight, Tonga, Loa. Your asses belong to K.E.S.. EVERYBODY DIES!!!" Archer screams as he takes one swill from a water bottle and sprays into the camera, causing the cameraman to jerk awkwardly away as they leave the interview area and the camera fades to black.

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The camera opens up inside a large video game arcade. The caption at the top screen tells us this was pre-recorded in:

[LOS ANGELES, CALIFORNIA]

The camera sweeps over the various machines and assortment of games the establishment has to offer. Eventually, it comes to a stop where a small group of patrons are gathered around a Dance Dance Revolution machine. A young man is tapping away to a song, wowing the onlookers who cheer him on. Silent among the group are a pair of young women who observe the teen's maneuvers. The taller, Latina looking one has purple dyed into her dark brown hair. She sports a white Legend of Zelda: Majora's Mask t-shirt, denim short shorts over black leggings and a pair of white K-Swiss sneakers. Beside her, is her shorter and seemingly younger comrade, wearing Chuck Taylor sneakers, baggy cargo shorts, a pink baby tee with Kirby's face from Kirby's Dream Land on it, a large red flannel shirt with the sleeves rolled to her forearms and a rainbow colored flatbill cap, worn backwards on her head. Her neck length, brown hair hangs down from underneath it.

Together, the two look on, spectating the teen on the DDR pad. The shorter of the two looks up at her friend, shrugging her shoulders. "Not bad, eh?" She says in a noticeable, British accent. The girl with the purple hair shakes her head, raising her eyebrows. "Not at all! He's pretty good!" Her accent is American.

"Pretty good?" One of the other spectators interjects, overhearing the girl's conversation. The teen steps up to the two girls, invading their personal space, looking at them with a scrunched up nose. He's the poster boy for obnoxious tech nerd. Coke bottle glasses, curly hair cut into a bad style, shirt buttoned all the way up to his neck with no tie, acne. The whole nine yards. "Do you even know who that is?!"

The two girls look at each other, legitimately stunned by the young man's aggressive approach. They look at the patron interrogating them. They look back at each other, gesturing to the player on the DDR pad and shrug. Finally, they look back at the one in front of them and shake their heads.

The young man scoffs loudly and rolls his eyes. "You're gazing upon the most elite gamer in town and all you can say is 'oh, he's pretty good.' Have some respect!"

"Whoa, whoa, whoa! Come off it, mate!" The shorter, British girl remarks, raising her hands up in defense. "We're not knocking him."

"Yeah, we're just watchng him do his thing and, well...." The purple haired girl shrugs her shoulders. "He's not bad. Pretty good."

"Not bad?!" Glasses' jaw almost hits the floor as he responds loud enough to draw the attention of the other spectators just as the DDR session ends. "Can you even remotely comprehend the nonsense that you're saying, right now?!"

"Dude! Chill!" Purple haired girl says, looking a mix of shocked and annoyed at the kid.

"What's up, Marshall?" The young man playing DDR steps up to the scene, next to the nerd accosting the two girls.

Glasses' a.k.a Marshall, quickly looks over at the teen. "I couldn't help but overhear these two as you were tearing up that pad. They doubt your leet skills!"

The two girls look at each other with their jaws dropping, then back at the two boys. "We did not!" Short British girl remarks. Her facial expression of a dropped jaw and furrowed brow is more adorable than anything.

"Dude, you need to chill out. Seriously." Purple haired girl says, holding up a hand.

"Oh? Or what? You think you can do better?" Glasses' remarks, snarkily.

"I didn't say I could do better." Purple haired girl responds.

"Though, you probably could." British girl quickly adds.

"Sammi!" Purple says through her teeth, looking at her friend to shut up.

"I'm just saying!" Sammi, raises her hands, bringing her shoulders up in a long shrug.

"Why don't we put that claim to the test, then?" The teen from the DDR machine says with a cocky smirk forming on his face. "I'll bet you $100 you can't beat my score on the same song."

Purple haired girl's jaw drops. "$100?! Are you nuts?!"

"Call it confident." DDR guy says, folding his arms.

"No way." Purple haired girl responds.

"C'mon, Kat!" Sammi cheers. "I bet you can stomp this punk back into the Atari age, yeah?"

Kat looks at Sammi, growing increasingly annoyed. "You got $100 on you, big mouth?"

Sammi fishes through her pockets, pulling out an old receipt, a ball of lint, a rainbow rubber bracelet and a wadded up dollar bill. She unwads the bill and holds it up to reveal: "Five bucks...."

Meanwhile, Kat's been fishing through her fanny pack. She pulls out several bills which add up to: "Fifteen." She holds up the wrinkled bills, dismayed. "I still don't think we should do this."

"I'll make you a deal then, gorgeous." DDR dude begins....

"Oh great, here we go." Sammi folds her arms and rolls her eyes.

"You beat my score, you get $100. Otherwise, you're my date for the rest of the afternoon." DDR guy finishes.

Kat raises an eyebrow. "Seriously?"

DDR guy nods. "And your little friend there has to kiss Marshall, here. Since she instigated the whole thing."

"WHAT?!" Sammi's eyes almost bug out of her head. "Are you mad?! No way!"

"Yes, way!" Glasses chimes excitedly, pushing his glasses up as he puts on his best attempt at a flirty smile at Sammi. You know the kind. The kind where the kid's braces show and you swear he suffers from halitoses yet he thinks his IQ is enough to win the ladies over.

"Unless...you know...you're scared because you're a girl." DDR guy remarks, passive aggressively.

Sammi and Kat both stop, dead in their motions and look at each other with an obvious look on their faces. 'No, he did not.' They look at him. "Come again?" Sammi asks, leaning in with a hand coming up to her ear.

"You heard me." DDR guy says.

"Yeah! You hear him!" Glasses chimes in. "Everyone knows girl's aren't as good at gaming as we are, anyway!"

Kat's eyes slowly widen with the rage of a thousand girl gamers everywhere. Beside her, Sammi's jaw drops so low, it could rival that of the adorable iconic character on her shirt. Sammi and Kat look at each other. Sammi motions her head towards the DDR machine. "Smoke him." Kat steps forward, brushing between the two jerks and fishes out a couple of tokens, sliding them into the machine. DDR guy folds his arms, looking on smugly. Glasses sprays some breath freshener inside his mouth and smacks his lips, loudly. Sammi grimaces.

On the DDR machine, Kat scrolls to the same song that DDR guy just completed - 'MOONLIGHT SHADOW' - and selects her difficulty: MANIAC. The spectators 'oooooooh' with doubt in their tones as they look on. The song begins.

Kat's feet fly across the floor pad. Glasses and DDR guy look on, stunned as the spectators start to cheer her on. Among them, Sammi jumps around, being the loudest of them all. When the song ends, the player score comes up. Kat has completely blown DDR guy out of the water.

"OHHHHHH!!!!!! WHAT?!" Sammi bounces over to DDR guy and Glasses again.

"Impossible!" Glasses remarks, stunned.

"Iiiiimmmmposhibleeeee!!!" Sammi retorts with her best Tom Hardy's Bane impersonation before holding her hand up to DDR guy. "Deal's a deal, mate! Pay up!"

Disgusted and embarrassed, DDR guy slaps a $100 bill into Sammi's hand and stomps off with Glasses right behind him. Kat steps off of the game pad as Sammi holds up the winnings. The two exchange a fist bump. "Suckers." Kat says with a sly smile.

"Right?" Sammi grins. "We could get used to this sort of things, yeah? Why do we even wrestle anyway? Why don't we just become pro-gamers?"

"How else are we gonna end up in a video game?" Kat says, using her hands to emphasize her point.

"Too right." Sammi says, nodding in agreement before looking at the money in her hand. "Well, we've got $120. You hungry? I could go for some Sarku."

"Sounds good!" Kat remarks as they begin walking, the camera leading them on. "You know, if people think our gaming skills are sick. Wait'll they see us in the ring, if they haven't already."

"Right?" Sammi grins. "Get owned!" They fist bump and the screen goes black with the words:

COMING SOON!

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The camera cuts backstage where Josh Davison stands, poised in front of the NFW backdrop near the Gorilla position, microphone in hand, looking flustered and on edge.

“Ladies and gentlemen, good evening. I’m Josh Davison; hoping to get a quick word with one of the teams in the upcoming match. I’m talking, of course, about the Guer—“

“Maaaaaan, what’s up with this clown, bruh?” Josh is cut off as Tanga Loa, one half of the Guerrillas of Destiny comes stepping into frame. Ring gear, black and white streaks painted across his face and a tac vest with BCOG spray painted across it. He hones in on Davison, looming over him. “Lil Peewee Herman, Office Space lookin’ ass. Wit’cho bitch ass Dollar General tie.” Tanga flips Josh’s tie up into his face, before looking to his brother. “Ey, bruh! Check this fool!”

Tama Tonga then walked into the picture, his own iconic face paint applied, smirking as he walked a slow circle around the poor interviewer. "Bitch look like he bought this whole outfit for 'bout $3.95 at Goodwill. How the hell we supposed to focus on this guy's questions when he's lookin' like this?"

Tanga's grin looked all the more menacing behind his face paint as he loomed over Josh Davison. "Yo, you better make this quick, J.D; else we 'bout to whup yo ass on general principal!"

Like a deer in headlights, Josh Davison's expression froze in place, giving away his absolute horror as he tried to focus between looking at Tanga Loa but also being terrified beyond all comprehension at Tama Tonga continuing to circle him like a shark. "U-uh-uh, well...tonight, you gentlemen go up against K-k-k-Killer Elite---"

"T-T-T-T-TODAY, WHITE BOY!!" Tanga Loa suddenly snaps, mockingly and snatches the microphone out of Josh's hand and pie facing him backwards, which only results in him being shoved into Tama Tonga before the interviewer is more or less projected in the other direction and out of frame with a startled yelp. Tanga Loa takes Josh's place, standing straight and firm as a clear mockery to the man. "'Scuse me uhhh...T-T-Tama Tonga, sir!" He starts, mocking Davison's terrified stutter before grinning in amusement at his own rudeness. "Ey, bruh. What we gon' do these Suzuki-goons?"

"I'll tell you what we're gonna do." Tama said, voice suddenly losing all humor and amusement... instead, it now sounded downright scary. "We whooped these bitches asses back in Japan... and we gon' whoop those asses again HERE.Bullet Club is worldwide, motherfuckers. And these Suzuki-gun pussies are about to go down faster than the rats in the locker room."

Letting out a loud, obnoxious laugh, Tanga delivers the B.C OG version of the 'too sweet' to his brother before addressing Killer Elite Squad through the camera. "Ey, y'all boys be ready t'line yo asses up! Firin' Squad's 'bout to pop off in this bitch! Yo, Davey! Why don'chu holla at Nattie for me?!" Always just as controversial as his brother, Tanga raises his index and middle finger up to the camera, flicking his tongue out between them as "Guerrilla Tactics" can be heard starting out in the arena.

Together, then, he and Tama Tonga stalk off camera, making their way towards the curtain. A few seconds later, Josh Davison timidly steps back into frame and picks the microphone up as he fixes his tie. He says nothing, however, as the shot simply cuts back to ringside as the entrances begin.



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After 17:31 of both teams putting each other's technique and dirty tactics to the test and trying to see who could one-up the other, the Guerrillas of Destiny came out on top in a close victory over Killer Elite Squad when Tanga Loa pinned Davey Boy Smith Jr after he and Tama Tonga hit the Magic Killer.

KLAZZIC
"Well...I can't say I'm surprised. Not that I was really invested in either of these teams, anyway."

HANSON
"I can see what you mean, Matt."

REYNOLDS
"I can't! I get you're still pissed at KES over your crumpets last week, but what's wrong with the G.O.D? Speaking of which, you better hide those cookies."

KLAZZIC
"You really need to ask, Jim? Look at their track record!"

REYNOLDS
"Uh-oh."

"What track record?" The headsets pick up the voice of Tanga Loa as he stalks over to the table with Tama Tonga. "Fuck y'all, over here talkin' shit? Huh? The fuck is this shit?" He picks up the tray of shortbread cookies before Matt Klazzic can save them.

KLAZZIC
"Not again."

Tanga Loa examines one of the cookies and bites into it. He grimaces in disgust and spits it out, right at Matt before throwing the rest of the cookie at Nick Hanson. Tama Tonga slaps the tray up out of his brother's hand, sending the cookies flying over all three announcers. "Shit sucks, Matt! Yo mama make that shit?" Tanga Loa taunts, laughing as he and Tama make their way around the ring and up the ramp.

HANSON
"Well...that's gonna do it for the semi-finals of Tag Team Wars."

Nick Hanson says, brushing cookies and crumbs out of his lap.

HANSON
"The Guerrillas of Destiny will meet the Rebel Rousers in London for the finals. We saw Shelley Silver advance to the finals of the Queen of the Ring, earlier, over LeeAnn Viskan. In a few moments, we'll decide who her opponent in London will be. Will it be Alex Brody or her best friend, Erin Mercer?"

KLAZZIC
"I hope Erin Mercer's really up to competing."

HANSON
"I do, too."

KLAZZIC
"I also hope the Rebel Rousers really put it to those G.O.D scoundrels!"

REYNOLDS
"I told you to hide the cookies, Matt.

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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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In the main event of the show, Alex Brody and Erin Mercer started their match slow and tentatively. There was never a dull moment, per say, but it was evident that both women were hesitant to really get any real offense going with the first couple of minutes consisting of various tie-ups and grapples with both of them jarring for position.

It took Erin Mercer, eventually throwing the first real strike as she whipped Alex Brody off of the ropes with a double chop across the chest, knocking her friend flat on her back. She still didn't look happy with herself.

From there, it started with Erin Mercer growing more comfortable with fishing the offense out the way she would have against anyone else. Throwing her forearms, kicks and hitting her usual arsenal of technical slams and takedowns. The whole time, yelling for Alex to truly fight back.

Alex Brody did, eventually, begin to mount a counter-offense after seemingly getting tired of her best friend's verbal taunting. Finally, after about eight minutes in, the match was truly on and both women were going full-out against each other. Erin Mercer even managed to lock in the Angel Trap on Alex at one point. It looked like she was close to making her tap out before Alex managed a final burst of willpower and got her leg on the rope, causing the ref to call for the break.

Getting to her feet, immediately, Erin positioned Alex with her head between her legs and gave the signal.

HANSON
"Ohhhhhh MAN!!!! Is she really gonna go for it?!"

REYNOLDS
"So much for friendship, huh?!"

KLAZZIC
"Oh, it's not that, James Reynolds and you know it! They both know what's on the line here and they both want it, bad!"

Erin Mercer lifted Alex Brody up to go for the Red Death but as she lifted Alex up, her friend rolled right into the motion, reversing the lift right into a devastating Sunset Flip Piledriver!

REYNOLDS
"OHHHH!! SHE COUNTERED THE RED DEATH!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"ABSOLUTELY AMAZING!!!!"

HANSON
"COVER!!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

KLAZZIC
"MERCER KICKS OUT!!! HOW DID SHE DO IT?!"

After the kickout, Alex Brody rolled over towards the ropes to pull herself up. Meanwhile, Erin Mercer held her hands to her head as she rolled onto her side. The referee began to check on her. Meanwhile, Alex Brody pulled herself to her feet, not seeing that her counterattack had opened up Erin's stitches. Getting up onto her knees, Erin brushed the referee away, kneeling with her back to Alex. Seeing her friend and opponent in position, Alex took off across the ring, running passed Erin. As she turned, however, she caught sight of the blood and managed to grab the ropes, stopping herself.

Alex's hand went to her mouth and tears immediately welled up in her eyes, seeing what she'd done.

KLAZZIC
"Awwww, man. She can't do it! She can't do it!!!"

HANSON
"I think she was gonna go for the Absolute Zero but she saw the blood! She realized what damage has been done!"

REYNOLDS
"So she should capitalize!! What the hell is wrong with her?!"

KLAZZIC
"Damn it, Jim! Have a heart! That's her best friend!"

Inside the ring, Alex could be seen sobbing, having fallen to her knees, mouthing "I'm sorry! I'm so sorry, Erin!"

KLAZZIC
"Oh, this is heartbreaking. I can't watch this."

Erin Mercer was clearly almost out of it as she motioned for Alex Brody to come at her, again. Alex could only sit there, shaking her head as tears ran down her face. Only when Erin began to pull herself to her feet did Alex get up as well and move forward, wanting to help her friend. Erin shrugged her hands off and motioned for her to make a move. Alex shook her head, pleading. Erin motioned more aggressively but Alex continued refusing. Next, Erin shoved Alex roughly, trying to provoke her again. Still, Alex was steadfast in not making another move. Finally, Erin hit Alex with a forearm, knocking her back. Through the tears and frustration, Alex finally relented and threw a forearm of her own. Erin wavered but nodded her head in approval and came back with another forearm. Alex gave one back. Erin threw another one, unsteady on her feet. Alex dished out another, sending her stumbling back. Still, Erin remained on her feet and came back with a stiff chop across Alex's chest.

*SMACK*

CROWD
"OHHHHHHHH!!!!"

Wincing through the pain, Alex cocked back and hit Erin with another forearm. Erin stumbled and dropped down to one knee. Clenching her fists and gritting her teeth in frustration, Alex let out an anguished cry of emotion before running off the ropes and coming back, full speed at her friend. With a heart wrenching yell, she leaped forward, slamming into Erin Mercer with her knees.

HANSON
"THERE IT IS!!!!! ABSOLUTE ZERO!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"MY GOD, IS THAT IT?!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

KLAZZIC
"THANK HEAVEN!!"

REYNOLDS
"I GOTTA GIVE THAT LITTLE GIRL CREDIT!!!"

As Stone Sour's "Absolute Zero" erupted throughout the arena after 18:29, Alex Brody immediately released Erin Mercer's legs from the pin and turned, throwing herself over her friend, sobbing into her chest.



ARDEN
"HERE IS YOU WINNER: LLLLLIONHEEEEAAAAAAART....ALEEEEEEEEEEX......BROOOODDYYYYYYYYYYYYY!!!!!"

After a moment, once she seemed to regain awareness of her surroundings, Erin Mercer lifted one arm, laying it over Alex's back, reassuringly. Here, Alex sat up onto her knees, carefully helping Erin to sit up so she could hug her properly, still sobbing into her shoulder. The camera captured Erin's face; blood trickling down from her forehead as she just held Alex in a hug with her eyes closed, rubbing her friend's back reassuringly. The next shot focused on the crowd, showing the audience on their feet, applauding.

HANSON
"These fans are on their feet for these two!!"

REYNOLDS
"Fuck, I'll stand too!"

The camera quickly cut to the announce table, showing Reynolds rising out of his chair, quickly joined by Hanson and Klazzic as all three men joined the audience in applauding what they just saw. Inside the ring, Alex Brody stood long enough to let the referee ceremoniously raise her hand before she went right back to attending to Erin as they were soon joined by the ring doctor with both helping Erin out of the ring and up the ramp.

HANSON
"What a match that was!!"

KLAZZIC
"What a match, indeed!"

HANSON
"That young lady there, Alex Brody -- daughter of Commissioner Steven Brody -- will face Shelley Silver in London to determine the winner of Queen of the Ring and who will be the next challenger for the Women's Championship! And I have to say, if what we just saw is anything to go by, Shelley Silver better make sure she's ready!"

REYNOLDS
"I'm psyched. I won't even lie. I..am..PSYCHED!"

KLAZZIC
"I think we all are, James Reynolds! I think we all are!"

HANSON
"Thank you for joining us, folks! We hope you enjoyed the action as much as we did! For James Reynolds and Matt Klazzic, I'm Nick Hanson! So long and good night!"

The final shot of the broadcast was a close up of Alex Brody, smiling tearfully at the appreciation the audience was showering upon her as she let Erin Mercer lean against her with an arm over her shoulders.