N*FW Wrestling #27 - Orlando, Florida! 1/14/2019!

A title card appears on the screen outside of a massive arena.

[AMWAY CENTER - ORLANDO FLORIDA]

William Mannheim and Rick Dickulous are seen walking into the arena. As they approach the camera, their conversation can be heard.

"...and that's what I'm saying, Rick. I'm proud of you. Really. Seems you've finally put this Doomsday thing to bed, maybe Brody's suspension did the trick."

Rick smiles and nods at Mannheim.

"Yeah, guy! All in the past...old news, eh?"

Rick takes an opportunity to wink at the camera as Mannheim reaches for the door handle.

"No, really. We've got CHAOS knocking on the door, and we need your head in the game."

"Hey, guy, like I said, all in the past. We're all about takin' CHAOS out fer a rip, bud! I got your back."

Rick steps through the door followed by Mannheim, the camera follows into the building's back hallways

"Good, now let's find our dressing room. I've got a battle plan to draw up with Scotty..."

Mannheim and Rick walk deeper into the building before the shot suddenly cuts away to....

...The inside of the arena. Moving down the hallway, a FedEx Express employee carries a medium sized box in his hands with a clipboard on top. He looks at each locker room door nameplate, searching for one in particular. He passes recognizable ones like Vincent Stone, Alex Brody, Suzuki-gun, Nico Salvatore, The Unwanted. Finally, he stops in front of the nameplate labled Dominion of Pain. He gives a quick check of his clipboard notes and confirms the location before tucking the box under one arm and knocking on the door.

Several secons go by and he's just about to knock again before the door opens. The look of confidence and professionalism on the delivery man's face quickly turns one into nervousness...almost horror as his gaze slowly turns upward. There's a mixture of cheers and boos from the crowd watching on the video wall as Doomsday slowly looms into frame. His hair hangs freely but has been pushed back behind his shoulders as the masked giant looms over the FedEx guy.

"You lost?" Doomsday's heavy, powerful voice comes from behind his mask as he sizes the guy up.

"Uh-uh-uhhhh, n-no sir. I-I-I'm with FedEx a-and---" The guy stammers.

"No shit." Doomsday interjects abruptly.

"I have a delivery here. It's for a..." The FedEx guy looks at the address directly on the box this time. "A Mister...umm...Matteo Salvatore?"

"...That's me." Doomsday says after a brief pause, looking at the camera in annoyance and looks at the box. "I don't get deliveries. Who's it from?"

"Umm...." Nervously, the FedEx guy looks at the box then back up at Doomsday. "Not sure, sir. There's no return address."

"And you still delivered it...." Doomsday says, almost baffled at what he percieves as idiocy from the man.

"I'm just doing my job, sir." The FedEx guy says meekly.

"Stop with the 'sir' shit." Doomsday says, raising a massive hand to stop the guy. "I'll take it."

"Okay, great! Thank you. I just need you to sign here, initial here, here, aaaaaand here...and theeeeeen, sign there." The FedEx guy points out different marks on the slip as he speaks. Doomsday looks at him in a way we can only assume is him silently asking 'are you serious, right now?'

Letting out a sigh that sounds more like a low growl, Doomsday scribbles away on the slip and offers the pen back to the FedEx guy who tentatively takes it before handing the box to the man like he's afraid of losing his hands. Doomsday takes the box, FedEx guy takes the clipboard off the top and nods to him. "H-have a good evening, sir...I-I mean...umm...Mr. Salvatore." The FedEx guy can't get out of there fast enough as he heads down the hallway.

Doomsday looks down at the box, unamused. He examines it from different angles...weighs it in his hands...gives it a little shake. "Huh...." He grunts before stepping back into the Dominion of Pain locker room. At the present moment, there's no one else there. Perhaps they've stepped out briefly, it seems, as gear from the other members is notably still laid out in the foreground behind him. He plops the box down on the table and places his hands on the table on either side, looking down at the mysterious package. Finally, he starts peeling away the tape to the box and opens the flaps.

POP!!!!!

With a deafening sound of something bursting inside as the flaps of the box are opened, a shower of glitter EXPLODES out of the box, into Doomsday's face and all over the immediate area. Red and white glitter. EVERYWHERE!! All over Doomsday, the gear of his fellow Dominion members behind him that have been set out, bags, the lockers, chairs. EVERYTHING!! Laughter can be heard from the crowd watching in the arena. Doomsday stands statuesque for a moment, registering what just happened. He runs his hands over his face, through his hair and down his AVE SATANAS shirt. The camera slowly zooms in on the man as he lifts his gaze, staring off ahead of him at nothing in particular. A seething, burning look of hatred and realization in his eyes under his mask. Laughter can still be heard from the crowd as Doomsday quivers with a building rage. He looks just about to explode with anger when....

The opening reel to the show rolls. Ozzy Osbourne's "Let Me Hear You Scream" plays as highlights of NFW's previous moments are shown. The current champions are showcased as well as the prominent names among the roster. When the introduction video ends, the camera cuts away from the NFW logo and sweeps across the inside of the arena. Fans are on their feet, holding up signs, yelling to the camera. Finally, the camera settles on the announce team of Nick Hanson, James Reynolds and Matt Klazzic.

HANSON
"Welcome, ladies and gentlemen!! It's time for another exciting night of New Frontier Wrestling! We're here at the Amway Center in Orlando, Florida. I'm Nick Hanson, alongside broadcast partners James Reynolds and Matt Klazzic. Folks, we are just two weeks away from Wrestle War XV. Are you ready? I say again: Are. You. Ready?! I know I'm ready! Matt's ready!"

Beside Nick Hanson, Matt Klazzic pumps his fists excitedly.

HANSON
"You ready, Jim?"

REYNOLDS
"We're not gonna make it to Wrestle War if you keep infringing on other people's shit, Nicky."

HANSON
"What'd I say?"

REYNOLDS
"Nothing."

James Reynolds shakes his head and waves Nick Hanson off. Shrugging his shoulders, Nick turns back to the camera.

"So we've got a hell of a lineup here, tonight, folks. We're gonna be kicking off the show with six man tag team action. It's Suzuki-gun taking on the team of Shelton Benjamin and TMDK."

KLAZZIC
"MY BOYS RIGHT THERE!!! G'DAY MATES!!!"

Matt Klazzic waves into the camera just in case Shane Haste and Mikey Nicholls are watching, backstage.

REYNOLDS
"You are such a fucking clown, Matt."

KLAZZIC
"It takes one to know one, James Reynolds."

REYNOLDS
"You son of a---!"

HANSON
"After that first match, folks, we've got Sabastian Riley Young versus Ethan Skinner a.k.a Aguares, in singles action. This is part of Sabastian Young's open challenge for the toughest competition around. Who can stand up to the man they call The Dangerous One?"

KLAZZIC
"Judas Lasher certainly did, last week."

REYNOLDS
"Hey, watch it! Young wasn't prepared for Lasher!"

Matt Klazzic shrugs his shoulders.

KLAZZIC
"Shouldn't hold an open challenge then, Jimboy."

REYNOLDS
"Did you just fucking call me Jimboy?"

Matt Klazzic throws James Reynolds a thumbs up as Nick Hanson runs down the rest of the card.

HANSON
"Following that, we've got Rick Dickulous versus Chuckie T, a member of CHAOS. Now, last week, we saw CHAOS' unexpected and absolutely heinous attack on the Great White North after their main event tag team match. Their leader, Kazuchika Okada, said that CHAOS is better than them. That they are better than NFW entirely and they wanna prove it. Okada challenged Rick Dickulous for his Silver Mountain Championship at Wrestle War and the champion accepted over social media a couple days later, setting the stipulation: A sixty minute Ironman match, folks. These two men are gonna endure an hour of beating the hell out of each other to see who can score the most falls over one another. It's gonna be a good one!"

REYNOLDS
"My ass it is! I have to sit at Wrestle War and spend an hour watching Rick Dickulous in the ring?"

KLAZZIC
"It's gonna be awesome, James Reynolds! I can't wait! I wish the match were taking place under different circumstances, admittedly. Nobody knows what's gotten into Okada, lately. Perhaps it has to do with his recent shortcomings in New Japan."

HANSON
"You think that could be it?"

KLAZZIC
"Could be. Loss of his title, losing the G1, the conflict with Switchblade Jay White, being stabbed in the back by his longtime friend, Gedo."

HANSON
"You may be onto something, Matt."

Matt Klazzic taps his temple and shakes a finger silently at Nick Hanson as the latter continues.

HANSON
"Following that, ladies and gentlemen, we're gonna see two of the men for the Fatal Fourway Finals of the Battle of the Juniors in action. Tyler Grey and Adam Cole. They tagged last week against AKI and Vincent Stone, the other two men that'll be in that match. There seemed to be some...misunderstanding...and things didn't really go the way Cole and Grey planned so they have a little bit of a more personal score to settle here, tonight."

REYNOLDS
"Misunderstanding, my ass!! Adam Cole walked out on Tyler Grey in that match! He ditched him! And now Tyler Grey's gonna push his shit in!"

Matt Klazzic and Nick Hanson stop and just stare at James Reynolds from that comment. James Reynolds, livid over the subject stares back defiantly.

REYNOLDS
"What?!"

KLAZZIC
"You're married, right?"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, and?"

KLAZZIC
"How?"

REYNOLDS
"I'm gonna---"

Nick Hanson puts a hand on James Reynolds shoulder to stop him as he continues, casually. James Reynolds angrily shrugs him off.

HANSON
"So, we'll see that match and then later, we'll see AKI and Vincent Stone meet up. That should definitely be exciting to see. We've also got Buzzsaw's open challenge for the Television Championship. Who will it be this time? Who's gonna step up? We're also gonna see the Golden Lovers in tag team action - Kenny Omega and Kota Ibushi - taking on Colt Shields and Satoru Shade. Then finally: our main event! A tag team match between the NFW Heavyweight Champion, Max LeBrun and Julian Morrison of the Renegades versus number one contender, Judas Lasher and his protege, Ethan Skinner of the Dominion of Pain. Now, Max LeBrun challenged for this match last week as a response to Ethan Skinner's interference at Season's Beatings which caused Candi Broduer and Serena Frost the NFW Women's Tag Team Championship."

REYNOLDS
"You. Do. Not. Lay hands on a man's woman like that, Nicky! You just don't fucking do it! Everyone knows how far back Max and Candi go back! Shit, they're like the new Kurt Russel and Goldie Hawn! They've been together so long, they're practically married without all the legal bullshit!"

HANSON
"Well, we won't get into that but we will get into that match, definitely, later tonight!"

KLAZZIC
"Say, James, does your wife watch the show?"

REYNOLDS
"Of ourse she does! She's probably watching, right now! Hi babe!"

James Reynolds starts to wave at the camera before it dawns on him what he just said a moment ago.

REYNOLDS
"Awww, shit!"

Matt Klazzic waves, enthusiastically, to the camera.

KLAZZIC
"Hi, Mrs. Reynolds!!"

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*The scene shifts to the Gorilla position where we see Havok, KES, and Paul Heyman standing in front of the curtain when the cameraman begins a quick interview.*

"Paul Heyman, tonight Havok and K.E.S. are about set foot in the ring with Shelton Benjamin and TMDK. Do you have any final thoughts before the match?" the cameraman asks.

"Actually, I have a question for you? Where's Josh Davidson?" Heyman retorts with a chuckle as Archer and Smith cackle at that question while Havok stands stoically with his arms crossed between them.

"You know what? That's not important. What IS important is noting that this little war, if you want to call it that, is coming up on its final stages. Shelton Benjamin, you are the last member of this war. Where's the rest of your crew? Connor's going to be out for awhile after the beating he brought upon himself at the hands of Minoru Suzuki. AKI's displayed some actual intelligence and is focused on championship gold. And I don't see your friends in the McKeesport Mafia backing you up. So who do you have with you tonight? TMDK? Shane Haste and Mikey Nicholls. Granted, those two have had a lot of history with Suzuki-gun in the past. But that's in the past. Here and now, they are thrust in against a group that bears little resemblence to the army they went against in Japan. Now, Mr. Suzuki is away tending to a private matter, so I'm accompanying Havok and K.E.S. to the ring tonight. And if you thought Havok was impressive before, you haven't seen anything yet. For you see, he's been getting some intense training from an associate of Mr. Suzuki. And much like the way a young Terry Bollea was fearful of disappointing his teacher Hiro Matsuda and getting a broken leg as a result, Havok is more than determined NOT to disappoint his newest trainer," Heyman sternly says with a somewhat twisted smirk.

"Gentlemen, get ready. Because you may bring the fight, but we're bringing the war," Heyman says ominously as the Suzuki-Gun theme starts to play in the arena and Havok steps through the curtain followed be K.E.S. as the scene shifts to a wideshot of the arena crowd.

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The animosity between the two teams definitely showed as Shelton Benjamin and TMDK sought retribution for Connor K after his encounter with Minoru Suzuki at Season's Beatings. While the man responsible wasn't there, himself, there was his protege among the three representatives for Suzuki-gun. The beginning of the match saw Shelton Benjamin stand defiantly in the face of Havok, talking trash and slapping the man across his mask to goad him on. Havok reacted with an instant pie-face that sent Benjamin stumbling back near his corner before the man exploded back towards the center and kicked the match off with a violent exchange of blows while TMDK cheered their partner on and Killer Elite Squad laughed mockingly at Havok's blatant disrespect for a veteran who had, at one point, been on their side.

HANSON
"AND HERE WE GO!! RETRIBUTION FOR CONNOR K!! IT!! IS!! ON!!"

KLAZZIC
"GET 'EM, SHELTON!!!!"

The match continued from there for an overall 12:17 as the fans saw both teams mix it up with every combination of competitors possible. Shades of KES and TMDK's memorable NOAH feud were seen as the two teams went to war. Shelton Benjamin was impressive as always, able to take the fight to all three men from Suzuki-gun. It definitely showed that he knew what to expect from Smith and Archer while he was able to catch Havok during his 'green moments.' However, still, Havok displayed more surprises for a man his size, showing a more technical side mixed in with his brute power that even garnered a few respectful reactions from the audience.

In the end, the legal men in the ring were, once again, Shelton and Havok with the two men fighting it out while KES and TMDK had spilled out onto the ringside floor, engaged in their own heated brawl. After hitting a Tornado DDT onto Havok, Shelton poised himself at the ready on the apron, waiting for Havok to get back up.

HANSON
"THIS IS IT!!!! SHELTON'S GONNA PUT IT AWAY, RIGHT HERE!!"

Davey Boy Smith Jr, however, attempted to stop Shelton's offense by grasping his foot but Shane Haste came rolling off of the apron with a Senton, sending himself and Smith to the floor. Finally, Shelton Benjamin turned his attention back to Havok and hit a springboard off of the ropes, coming down at Havok and...

...right into a death grip around his throat from the masked lunatic.

KLAZZIC
"OH NO, HE CAUGHT HIM!!! HAVOK GOT HIM!!"

HANSON
"STOPPED DEAD IN HIS ATTEMPT!!"

REYNOLDS
"I THINK WE KNOW WHAT'S COMING NEXT!!"

Havok hoisted Shelton up by the throat, popping him onto his shoulders and snapping him back down with---

HANSON
"DISASTERPIECE!!!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"AND THAT'S GONNA BE IT FOR OUR OPENER!!"

As Tore Fagerheim's "Brutal Force" erupted through the speakers, Killer Elite Squad joined Havok back in the ring, exchanging fist bumps and patting the youngest, newest member of Suzuki-gun on the back and shoulders as they stood over Shelton Benjamin. It seemed like everything was over until TMDK climbed onto the apron, seemingly to come retrieve Shelton until Havok suddenly rushed forward and knocked Mikey Nicholls off of the apron to the floor. On a split second follow up, Lance Archer hit a Big Boot on Shane Haste, sending him down with his partner.

HANSON
"Oh come on! What the hell?!"

REYNOLDS
"You need to learn to expect this from these guys. They never just let a match wrap up!"

Havok turned his attention back on Shelton Benjamin while Davey Boy Smith Jr had already began to lean over the man, talking trash and slapping him across the head as he tried to get to his feet. Shelton got up onto one knee before Havok ran over and booted him across the back of the head, sending him back down before following up with a series of angry stomps. KES joined in on the beatdown while Paul Heyman cheered them on.

KLAZZIC
"Come on now! They can't do this!"

REYNOLDS
"They can and they will, Matt!! Who's gonna stop them?!"

As Havok's music faded out and the referee tried to restore order in the ring, the crowd began to boo as the assault continued until TMDK recovered and quickly slid into the ring, rushing the three and trying to fight them off. The attempted save was enough to get KES off of Shelton and allow the man to fight back against Havok, turning it into a three on three brawl.

HANSON
"Well, the match is over but these guys aren't done!"

REYNOLDS
"Uhp. Watch out; here comes Suzuki!"

As James Reynolds said this, the crowd began to buzz as a man wearing a Suzuki-gun track suit began making his way down to the ring at a leisurely pace. For once, the hood to the jacket was up over his head.

HANSON
"What the hell does he need to come out here for? It's three on three!"

REYNOLDS
"Are you gonna try to tell Minoru Suzuki what he can and can't do?"

KLAZZIC
"Gentlemen? Iiii...don't think that's Suzuki...."

REYNOLDS
"The hell you talking about, that's not Suzuki?"

Indeed, to the more keen eye, the hooded figure in the black and white track suit was notably bigger in mass than Suzuki-gun's sadistic leader. As the obscurred figure approached the ring, Paul Heyman got that twisted smile of his on his face while the hooded arrival climbed onto the apron and entered the ring. Moving, suddenly, from his leisurely pace to a quick burst, the man advanced forward and grabbed Shane Haste from behind, hitting a wrist clutch Olympic Slam.

HANSON
"OH!! MAN!!!"

When the man got to his feet, the hood had fallen mostly back from his head so he simply pushed the rest of it down and calmly scowled at the audience who gave a sudden deafening reaction.

KLAZZIC
"OHHHHH MYYYYY GOD!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!"

KLAZZIC
"TAKASHI SUGIURA!!!!"

HANSON
"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?!"

As the crowd roared in surprise, Smith and Archer finished off the assault on TMDK with a Killer Bomb to Mikey Nicholls while Takashi Sugiura turned his attention on Havok as the big man overwhelmed Shelton Benjamin again, kicking him down on the mat.

KLAZZIC
"A legend in Japan! Sugiura's one of the best technical masters in the world! He has a history with Minoru Suzuki but I never expected this!"

Only when Havok noticed Sugiura had arrived, did he pause in his attack on Shelton Benjamin. However, rather than signal for the three that it was time to go, Sugiura fist bumped the youngest member of Suzuki-gun and motioned towards Shelton, giving a command in Japanese and slapping Havok on the back. Nodding, Havok turned his attention onto Shelton again and took hold of one of his arms. From there, Havok suddenly dropped to the and locked in an scissorhold chokehold on Shelton that wrenched his arms back at the same time, leaving the man with little more to do than scream out in agony.



HANSON
"OH MY GOD!! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?!"

As Killer Elite Squad cleared the ring of TMDK, Takashi Sugiura leaned forward with his hands on his knees, almost as if he were coaching and observing Havok. He could be seen speaking and directing the young man to apply extra torque to the point that Shelton began to desperately tap the mat in an unofficial submission, just wanting to be let go.

KLAZZIC
"Alright, that's it! Let him go! LET HIM GO, ALREADY!!"

REYNOLDS
"Look at the torque he's applying there!"

As James Reynolds said this, Havok had rolled onto his side, rolling Shelton back onto his neck as he tightened the hold. He maintained this position for a good fifteen seconds or so until Sugiura finally called for him to release Shelton. Clutching his arms and neck, Shelton weakly rolled towards the outside as Havok got to his feet and looked silently to Sugiura.

HANSON
"My god...what the hell did we just witness?"

As Suzuki-gun's "ICHIBAN" theme came on over the speakers, Sugiura nodded in approval, slapping Havok on the chest and motioned for them to leave. Outside the ring, the two were joined by Smith, Archer and Heyman, beginning to walk up the ramp.

HANSON
"I have to wonder, when's the last time we had an opening match that ended on a high note? This is just utter savagery!"

REYNOLDS
"I don't even know but that even made me uncomfortable!"

KLAZZIC
"As if having Suzuki-gun around here wasn't bad enough. You now have Minoru Suzuki AND Takashi Sugiura at the helm!"

HANSON
"And they're both coaching this...this...this monster that is Havok!!"

REYNOLDS
"This lunatic!!"

KLAZZIC
"That snake, Heyman, wasn't lying, I guess!! He said, Suzuki wasn't booked but 'the coach' would be here. I guess this is what he meant!"

HANSON
"Where is Suzuki, now, I wonder."

REYNOLDS
"Probably watching this, laughing his sadistic ass off!!"

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Scene opens up as we see various NFW Superstars in the Performance Center doing various types of training to make themselves better... one guy in particular is Sabastian Riley Young. He's been training for his weekly challenge to other superstars and one person has accepted this week and SRY has been training all week...As the narration ends the camera moves in on SRY as he's using the punching bag. "You Know this guy Skinner, ive never heard of him.." As Sabastian is talking to the camera as he is hitting the bag....he continues " but if he wants a shot at "The Dangerous One" he's got it... i hope he knows what he's getting into.. im no pushover.. im not gonna go light on him... this match will prove how Dangerous i can be.. i just might have to put this guy on the shelf so people can realize how Dangerous i can be.. and if that's what i gotta do then so be it....Pretty soon Mr. Brody will not have anyone for me to face because they very well might all be on the shelf.. My revenge for my partner's beating runs very deep in my soul.. now its my turn to dish out those kinds of beatings....." As the scene closes we hear the punching bag getting hit as the camera fades out of the scene and the training room door shuts as the scene goes black.........

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As the camera opened on a close-up of his narrowed, intense eyes, Judas Lasher sat on a bench in the Dominion's locker room, silently taping up his fists. He'd been a rookie once, the apprentice of sorts to "Destiny" Drane Sky, the creator of this group. In time, he earned the right to lead, and carried on far after Sky had left the sport. He'd known from his first day as leader that one day, Vlad Blackheart would be the man to take him place one day... and he would have, had death not called for him first. While comfortable in his decision to instead groom Vlad's daughter to lead... Judas knew he had to help raise the next generation of The Dominion.

Which was where Ethan Skinner came in.

While a bit of a wild card, and someone who seemed prone to occasional recklessness, he was also the first person to make it completely through Lasher's training school. He'd taken all the punishment, all the pressure, and all the emotional torment Lasher could dish out... and made it through the other side. He'd given Skinner his "trial by fire", ie throwing him into matches he had no hope of winning, solely to humble him and show him his place as a rookie.... but now? It was time to begin raising him up.

"Aguares.... I'd like to talk to you, son."

Rising from his seated position, he walks over and kneels before Judas head bowed with a new gift given to him from Doomsday, a handguard with the Doomsday symbol on it to aid him in his TKP.

“Yes, how may I be of service. I am your weapon, point me at the object of your ire and I will see to it, they are burned to the ground and then salted over, never to be seen again” Ethan says.

“When I first brought you to NFW, I told you I wanted you to impress me. And while your… display with Candi Brodeur wasn’t quite what I had in mind… it still showed a unique, devious mindset, and an ability to think outside the box. I wanted to tell you…” Lasher looked at him, stone-faced, for a long moment.. Before breaking into a smirk. “Good job.”

“I gave her the keys to the gates, she has locked in her mind” Ethan says in return ”She knows what she has to do now, if she has the courage. That is another matter, I have seen into her future, done the sacrifices, performed the bloody auguries, and she has great potential but this new level of violence, lets see if she unlocks those gates and comes out the other side, intact and whole. Or does the fox in her hen house eat her alive”

He responds on bended knee, still looking at the floor as if he is awaiting instructions.

"Rise, my friend." Lasher told him, with a brief hint of true affection in his voice. "You have a lot of work ahead of you tonight. Do you feel truly prepared?"

Rising and putting both hands behind his back, looking solemnly at the man he calls mentor and waits for a few moments obviously trying to find the right words Ethan begins . "You brought me here and told me about the feud, the war we are engaged in, and I set out to destroy them, in the most insidious fashion. You don’t go after them physically, even though that is a bit of the fun. You don’t go after them mentally, because you don’t fight fools in their playfield, they will beat you with experience. Spiritually, no. Emotionally, no. All of those are symptoms of the real baseline, the source of their strength. You go after their legacy. I mean to tarnish their legacy, I mean to ruin their name, to ruin all chance of them being taken seriously, anywhere they go in the world, no matter where they compete.

You put me in a match against “Punisher “ Andrew Payne, a match I should have lost, because I am new, too new. I won that match, because I proved to be the better man that night. I am technically undefeated here. I am sure that surprised you too. Me going one on one with the Sorry One, is just a warm up to the tag match later that night. I am glad the champion used his pull, his stroke and changed the match back AFTER Steven Brody changed the card, it just means when we tear that belt away from him, it will mean more to him he lost it.”

“You have the kind of mind for this sport I’ve not seen since my own mentor. And that… is an extremely high compliment.” Lasher told him, clapping him on the shoulder. “Be patient… listen to the advice the rest of the group gives you… and I see great things in your future. Now… like you said, we need to make certain that not only will I win the World Title at WrestleWar… but that along with the title, I take their heart. To do that… there can only be one possible result. I will discuss that later, with you and the others. But our plan hinges on this one detail.”

“”At the next big pay per view, after we take their title from Maxi-Pad, I want to play clean up. I want to run the gauntlet, with The Renegades, even Candi if she has the backbone. One by one, if any of them interfere, I win, if any of us I interfere, I lose. I mean to show them what I mean about the fox in the hen house.” Can you put me through this test?”

Judas actually laughed there, a rare thing for him. Shaking his head with a grin, he gave the young man a slap on the chest. “You are a crazy, crazy son of a bitch. As long as they’ll accept the challenge… yes. You can take on whatever form that group has by then. Because it’s obvious they’re going to implode at some point.”

“As far as the object of your ire for this evening, what is my objective? Make it pretty, I want to destroy something pretty”.

Judas gave a wry chuckle, narrowing his eyes as he spoke. "Sebastian Young has been a thorn in our side for too long. Buzzsaw has put him down several times… yet he keeps insisting he deserves to be in a ring with us. I want you to go out there and show him otherwise. Don’t merely defeat him… destroy him. So it is written… so it shall be done. Ave… Satanas.”

Fade out to a commercial break....

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The camera opens up on a building out in a countryside setting that looks like some kind of old brewery. Immediately, the familiar sound of Ryan Upchurch's "Cheatham County" starts to play. Seconds later, Teddy Morse of the Rebel Rousers comes hopping into the frame in jeans, a Rebel Rousers t-shirt and a woodland camo cap with the Rebel flag on the front.

"Well, hey there! How y'all this morning?! Afternoon, evening, whenever the hell y'all are watching this!" He shrugs his shoulders up with his goofy smile. "Y'all know what I love the most about being from the South?"

"What's that, Teddy?" From the other side, Teddy's tag team partner, Chase Evans, comes walking into frame from the other side, wearing a matching t-shirt and a Rebel Rousers beanie over his head.

"Drinking!" Teddy says confidently, bobbing his head over enthusiastically as he does so.

Frowning in confusion, Chase looks at the man. "That's not all we do in the South, Teddy. What the hell, man?"

"Nope, but we sure as shit know how to!" Teddy says, swinging his head back to look at the camera.

"That's true!" Says Chase, looking back to the camera. "And you know what we love just as much? Home brewed spirits! That's why we made this!" Chase holds up a large bottle full of a clear liquid. On the label is the Rebel flag with a skull and crossbones over it. The skull has a worn and tattered cowboy hat on it. Beneath it are the words "Rebel Spirits. Tennessee Shine."

Teddy Morse's eyes go wide at the sight of the bottle. "Whoowee!! Lookit that!! Tennessee Moonshine! Nothin' better!"

"Not just any Tennessee brew, though." Says Chase as he brings the bottle back to him but keeps it up for the camera to see. "This is our own personal recipe. Developed and trademarked by Teddy and myself. Don't worry, it's perfectly legal!"

"Yeah, us rednecks got licenses and shit!" Teddy adds.

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"And you know we got that Apple Pie, y'all. Yessir, yes ma'am!" Teddy leans in, winking at the camera.

"We've got Raspberry, Watermelon Lime, Lemon Drop." Chase lists off more flavors, keeping a smile as he does so.

"Hell, we've even got Pumpkin Spice for all you basic white bitches that wanna get white girl wasted!" Teddy chimes in, throwing his hand up like a phone next to his ear. "Call me!"

"Whoa!" Chase turns to his partner. "Teddy, you can't go and call potential customers bitches like that!"

"The hell I can't!" Teddy says, adjusting his hat. "This is goddamn 'Murica, y'all! Freedom of speech and freedom to get fucked up on some good ol'shit like Rebel Spirits Moonshine!! GET YOU SOME, Y'ALL!!! HEEEEEELLLLLL YEEEEAAAAH!!!"

The shot cuts to a wooden table out in front of a cornfield as a hand slams a bottle of product onto it as the final shot of the commercial.

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*Fading back in from the commercial break, Rick Dickulous appears on the screen through a haze looking at his phone, swiping the screen. Beside him sits his trusty bong, Rita MacNeil, smoke curling from the lit bowl*

"Fuck yeah...fuck yeah...fuck yeah..."

*Rick swipes to the right each time*

"OH DEAR GOD NO, GUY!"

*Left swipe. Rick sets his phone down on the table with Tinder open and picks up the bong, taking a deep haul. He removes the bowl and a gurgling sound erupts from it as he clears the chamber, replaces the bowl, and gently places it back down before exhaling a large cloud of smoke. A ding erupts from his phone and a notification flashes briefly on the screen, Rick picks it up and taps the screen a few times, a smile on his face*

"Perfect, guy! Kaiju got my gift! Good thing there wasn't a return address on it, I mean, nobody could be THAT dumb, right?"

*Rick bursts into a laughing fit*

"I wish I could see the look on his face, eh?"

*Rick makes a scowly, yet comically surprised face*

"I betcha it was something like this! Oh my god, guy!"

*As Rick continues to laugh, the slamming of the dressing room door causes him to stop, turning to look at the door quickly, fists clenched and at the ready*

"RICK, YOU LITTLE SHIT! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU?"

*Mannheim's voice booms throughout the room. Rick relaxes as Mannheim enters the shot from the right. Red and white glitter is noticeable all over Mannheim, and a look of pure murder is written all over his face*

"Guy, relax! You taught me to finish what I started...you knew it was gonna happen again..."

*Mannheim points at Rick*

"You wanna fuck around? You're writing cheques your ass can't cash, Rick, and I'm getting sick of it!"

"Ok, look, I get you being pissed, guy...but what's with the glitter? You didn't get a package deliv--"

*Mannheim holds up his hand, motioning for Rick to be quiet*

"Matteo's pissed. I was the first member of Great White North he could find, and if it was anyone else? We'd be in the middle of another fucking backstage war with the Dominion; instead we exchanged pleasantries without tearing the place apart. Rick, what goddamned part of leave it alone don't you get?"

"Like I said, I was doing wha--"

"JUST SHUT UP!! Now to make matters worse, Brody's ready to tear your fucking head off and shit down your neck. You're causing trouble backstage, so he's decided to cause trouble for you. Your match tonight with Chuckie T? Yeah, Brody's decided now it's a tag match - you and whoever you can find as a partner versus Best Friends."

*Rick makes a "whatever" face and gestures at Mannheim*

"Easy, guy. You're right here..."

"I wasn't fucking finished, Rick. There's another stipulation Brody's throwing out there - you can't pick any member of Great White North as a tag partner. Last I checked, that leaves you however long the next match takes to find someone..."

*Rick looks surprised*

"Wait, are you being serious, guy?"

"Serious as fucking cancer...you better fucking go - knowing Brody he'll turn it into a handicap match if you don't have a partner..."

*Rick suddenly runs for the door, Mannheim turns to watch him go*

"Some days I question how that's the one that won the race..."

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Ethan Skinner defeated Sabastian Riley Young in the SRY Open Challenge, by pinfall in 7:13, after hitting the TKP while coming off of an irish whip from Young, followed by waiting in a corner for him to get back up in order to finish him off with the Black Arrow.

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HANSON
"So here we have it folks, as per Commissioner Brody this match has been changed on short notice to a tag match. We have Best Friends in the ring..."

Suddenly a chainsaw roars to life over the stadium speakers as "The Lumberjack" by Jackyll is met with a loud pop from the crowd, as Rick Dickulous steps out onto the ramp.

REYNOLDS
"...and there's the Canadian dumbass himself. I wonder who the hell he scrounged up on short notice?"

He flashes his trademark grin and a stiff thumbs up at the top of the ramp before heading down towards the ring

KLAZZIC
"Personally, I think this is a bit much, Jim. How was Rick supposed to find a partner on such short notice?"

REYNOLDS
"How was Commissioner Brody supposed to deal with another backstage brawl, Matt? Answer me that? That's what Rick almost caused earlier."

Best Friends exit the ring as Rick steps over the ropes, he makes his way to the centre of the ring and flashes a thumbs up and a smile to the static camera.

HANSON
"You mean the glitter bomb Rick sent to Doomsday? Come on, Jim, while not very smart on Rick's behalf, you have to admit it was funny."

REYNOLDS
"You're goddamned right it was funny! What? It's not like they're here right now..."

Referee James Greer motions for Rick's tag partner, but the speakers remain silent. Rick stands in the ring shrugging and pleading his case with Greer who shrugs back at Rick. As James Greer holds a hand to his ear, Nick Hanson speaks.

HANSON
"Ladies and gentlemen, we're getting word, as is James Greer in the ring, that Rick Dickulous has 30 seconds to have a partner in the ring or this match will become a handicap match!"

REYNOLDS
"It serves him right! I hope Chuckie T and Trent Beretta get that handicap match!"

KLAZZIC: "With all due respect to Commissioner Brody, I'm disappointed in how this is being handled, Jim. I'm even more disappointed in you, but you DO set the bar lower every week..."

REYNOLDS

"If it bothers you that much, Matt, why don't you DO something about it? Hmmm?"

HANSON
"Pardon my colleagues, ladies and gentlemen, Rick is down to fifteen seconds left to have a partner in the ring..."

Rick shrugs and begins stretching in the corner, clearly upset with himself about the situation.

REYNOLDS

"Just what I thought, Matty....you don't have the balls to do anything. You just stick to that moral high ground, ok, guy?"

KLAZZIC
"Y'know what, James Reynolds? That's the last straw...."

A headset clatters to the desk and a commotion can be heard at the announce table.

HANSON
"Matt, where are you go--"

Suddenly Matt Klazzic slides into the ring and walks up behind Rick, tapping him on the shoulder as cheers begin to build in the crowd.

HANSON

"Matt Klazzic has joined Rick Dickulous in the ring! I can't believe what I'm seeing, folks!"

REYNOLDS
"I do, TWO idiots!"

HANSON
"Say that to their faces, Jim."

REYNOLDS

"Fuck you too, Nicky!"

Rick turns around quickly, looking down at Matt Klazzic. They exchange a few words in the corner, both nodding as they speak, the crowd approaching a roar. Rick motions from himself and then to Matt. The ringside mic catches Rick ask Matt: "You sure, guy?"

Matt nods at Rick, a determined look visible under his mask. Rick shoots a grin and a thumbs up at Matt. As Rick's hand claps down on Matt's shoulder, a chant of "THIS IS AWESOME!" begins in the crowd. The two men discussed strategy as Best Friends took to their corner before James Greer called for the bell to begin the match.

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In a surprising display of what could only be described as natural in-ring chemistry, Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic defeated the Best Friends, by pinfall in 14:39, when Matt Klazzic - having dressed down to his suit pants and boots for the match - hit the Slingshot Gourdbuster on Chuckie T in order to administer the cover.

HANSON
"HAH!!! LOOK AT THAT!!"

REYNOLDS
"ARE YOU SHITTING ME, RIGHT NOW?!"

As Vince DiCola's "War" erupted throughout the arena, Matt Klazzic popped up to his feet and threw his arms up in the X to the electric crowd before turning to high five and shake hands with Rick Dickulous.

HANSON
"Hate on it all you want, Jim! Rick Dickulous found himself in a bind and got a helping hand from, probably someone he didn't really expect. Meanwhile, Matt's been sitting here with us for weeks on end, having to watch the injustice of guys like CHAOS and Suzuki-gun--"

REYNOLDS
"And the Dominion of Pain."

HANSON
"And the Renegades--"

REYNOLDS
"Nah, the Renegades are fine."

HANSON
"Right. Anyway, as I was saying, Matt's had to sit here and look on while people he respects and associates with -- his friends -- be on the receiving end of injustices like beatdowns, sneak attacks and yes, even this - what looked like it was gonna turn into a potential handicap match. He's sat and watched helplessly for weeks on end until he finally had enough!"

REYNOLDS
"He's supposed to be calling matches with us!"

HANSON
"He's a wrestler, first and foremost, Jim! And I'm glad to see him get back in the ring finally, no matter how long or brief it may be. Frankly? I enjoyed what I saw here! I think these two may have something going together! They were like a natural mix in there!"

REYNOLDS
"God, please no. I can barely tolerate them separately. You wanna put them together?"

Before Nick Hanson could answer James Reynolds, a commotion stirred up from the crowd as fans began yelling to Rick and Matt in the ring. Meanwhile, Nick Hanson and James Reynolds noticed figures coming down the ramp.

HANSON
"LOOK OUT, NOW!! HERE COMES MORE OF CHAOS!!"

As Nick Hanson exclaimed in a panic, Hirooki Goto and Tomohiro Ishii rushed the ring, getting the initial jump on Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic as the two broke off into two pairs and began brawling. Within seconds, the Best Friends had recovered from their own beating and re-entered the ring to join their CHAOS team mates, turning it into a four on two.

HANSON
"Aw, c'mon! This is like a repeat of last week, practically!"

REYNOLDS
"Well, if Rick Dickulous had just accepted that he fucked up and took a handicap match, this probably wouldn't be happening, now."

HANSON
"Oh now I doubt Commissioner Brody has anything to do with this, Jim. This is a follow up to last week. CHAOS thinks they're better than all of NFW! You're gonna side with them?"

REYNOLDS
"I'm not gonna side with them on that opinion. They're obviously wrong, but---HOLD UP, NICKY!!"

James Reynolds interrupted himself as the crowd roared excitedly at the sight of the rest of the Great White North hitting the ring. William Mannheim, Pitt, El Piso Mojado and Scott Leroux all hit the ring with Kennedy Campbell right behind them, hanging back out at ringside while the four men slid into the ring and immediately ran to aid Rick and Matt in the fight that had broken out.

HANSON
"HERE COMES THE GREAT WHITE NORTH!!! THEY'RE NOT LETTING CHAOS GET THE UPPER HAND OVER THEM AGAIN!! NOT THIS TIME!!"

Inside the ring, the tide quickly turned in GWN's favor as El Piso Mojado hit a dropkick to Chuckie T, sending him out of the ring. Rick Dickulous and Matt Klazzic hit a double clothesline on Tomohiro Ishii while the Army of Darkness drove Hirooki Goto to the mat with a double chokeslam. Meanwhile, Trent Beretta tried to crawl out of the ring to escape, only to have Kennedy Campbell block his path and hit him with a hard slap across the face!!

REYNOLDS
"OUCH!! HAHA!! BABY GIRL HAS CLAWS!!"

HANSON
"I bet CHAOS heard that one from the back!!"

As Beretta reeled from the slap, Scott Leroux snatched up one of his legs and administered the Ankle Lock to the approval of the fans.

HANSON
"AND THERE'S THE ANKLE LOCK!! FROM THE TAPOUT KING!!"

REYNOLDS
"GOOD! NOT THAT I LIKE THE GWN BUT NOBODY COMES IN AND DISSES OUR COMPANY!! BREAK HIS GODDAMN ANKLE, SCOTT!!!"

As Trent Beretta screamed in pain, trying to get away, the crowd's cheers turned to heavy jeers as the rest of CHAOS appeared on the stage and made their way down the ramp.

HANSON
"Oh god, here comes the rest of CHAOS!! Toru Yano!! YOSHI-HASHI!! Roppongi 3k!! Will Ospreay!! And Kazuchika Okada is leading the reinforcements to the battleground!"

REYNOLDS
"Not looking good for the Canadians, Nicky!"

Despite the numbers disadvantage, the members of the Great White North, along with Matt Klazzic quickly exited the ring and gathered on the ramp, ready to take on the approaching CHAOS members, save for Scott Leroux who continued to work on Beretta's ankle as he taunted Okada from the ring.

HANSON
"We better get security out here to break these guys up, Ji---"

The GWN and CHAOS approached one another, growing closer and closer for the impending massive brawl when suddenly the lights went out all over the arena.

REYNOLDS
"What the hell? Who killed the goddamn lights? Nicky, what'd you do?"

HANSON
"Don't look at me!"

REYNOLDS
"I can't even see you! How am I gonna look at you? On second thought, I like this. Keep the lights off. I won't have to see your ugly mug."

No sooner than James Reynolds said that did the lights come back on, re-illuminating the arena. CHAOS and GWN remained on the ramp, stopped where they were. Inside the ring were still Scott Leroux and Trent Beretta only Leroux had released Beretta's ankle, who clutched his leg over in a corner. This time, however, there was a third figure in the ring, causing the crowd to go absolutely insane.

HANSON
"WAIT A MINUTE!!!!! JIM, IS THAT----"

Dressed in black jeans, a white button up shirt with the front untucked, expensive looking black boots and a red, leather jacket, the man in the ring -- standing behind Scott Leroux -- lifted his head and moved his head so that the long black hair that hung down on one side of his otherwise, buzzed head, shifted away from his face, removing any doubt of who it was.

REYNOLDS
"THAT'S SHINSUKE!!!!! NICKY!! IT'S SHINSUKE!!!"

HANSON
"SHINSUKE NAKAMURA!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?!"

The world looking on got their answer almost immediately as Shinsuke suddenly rushed forward, hitting Scott Leroux with a forearm below the belt from the back.

HANSON
"OHHHH!!! A LOW BLOW ON SCOTT LEROUX!!!"

Scott Leroux barely had time to react before Nakamura followed up with an Inverted Exploder Suplex, dropping him right onto his neck.

CROWD
"OHHHHHHHH!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"GODDAMN!!!"

HANSON
"INVERTED EXPLODER ON LEROUX!!!"

As Scott Leroux reeled on the mat, Shinsuke Nakamura was on his feet, setting up in the corner. Outside of the ring, the majority of CHAOS had engaged in a brawl with the GWN and Matt Klazzic again to keep them from running to their team mate's rescue. That wasn't to say even they weren't surprised, though as members such as Toru Yano, YOSHI-HASHI and Hirooki Goto looked on, genuinely surprised to see an old comrade. Among the ones not fighting, Kazuchika Okada looked on towards the ring, seemingly the only one who knew this was coming judging from the smirk on his face.

REYNOLDS
"Look at Okada's face!! This must be what he was talking about last week!!"

From the corner, Shinsuke Nakamura met the gazes of the long term CHAOS members, going into his trademark 'convulsions' before throwing himself back with his hand gripping the rope in his signature pose as Scott Leroux began working to get up. When he was up on his knees, Shinsuke Nakamura rushed right at him, throwing a knee violently into his face, sending him back to the mat.

REYNOLDS
"OHHH MAN!!!!"

HANSON
"BOMAYE!!!! THAT VICIOUS KNEE STRIKE FROM THE KING OF STRONG STYLE!!"

REYNOLDS
"Is this what Okada meant by Scott Leroux knowing true CHAOS?!"

As James Reynolds spoke, Shinsuke Nakamura called for a microphone of his own.

HANSON
"It's gotta be, Jim, but what exactly is---"

"OI, OI, OI!!" Nakamura called loudly into the mic, circling around the downed Scott Leroux, giving one of his trademark 'twitches' here and there. "Soreha...ana ta ga ki ta to ori desu...." He continued in Japanese, before throwing his free hand out to the side as he stood over Scott Leroux. "TRUUUEEEE CHAAAAAOOOOOSSS!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Well, there's the answer, Nicky!! This is exactly what Okada had planned!!"

"Oi-oi-oi-oi!!" Nakamura quickly continued into the microphone, circling the inside of the ring and gesturing for the crowd to shut up. "Taitte, taitte!" Here, he stood over Scott Leroux again as CHAOS now simply formed a wall between the ring and GWN. "Scott Leroux...you...will...HAAAAAAIIIILLLL...to the TRUUUUEEEEE KIIIIIIING!!!!!!"

The crowd began to buzz with anticipation as Nakamura got down on a knee so he could bring himself closer to Leroux's prone body. "I see you...at...Wrestle War!!" Nakamura stood up, turning to the crowd and threw his hand down. "YEAOH!!!!!" As "Subconcious" filled the arena, Shinsuke Nakamura dropped the microphone and rolled out of the ring, moving to join up with CHAOS.

REYNOLDS
"WHAT?!"

HANSON
"HE SAID HE'D SEE SCOTT LEROUX AT WRESTLE WAR!!!! THIS IS BIG, JIM!!!"

As Matt Klazzic and the Great White North finally made it into the ring, the army that was CHAOS moved back up the ramp. At the forefront, Shinsuke Nakamura grinned down towards them with an arm over Kazuchika Okada and Toru Yano's shoulders. Flanking them were Hirooki Goto and Tomohiro Ishii while the rest stood behind, arms raised and pointing down at their former leader as they took their leave.

REYNOLDS
"Well, he laid the challenge out, Nicky but is this match really gonna happen?!"

HANSON
"I've never known Scott Leroux to back down from a fight, Jim!"

Fade out to commercial.

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The camera faded in from black, bringing us back from a commercial break. The first thing we see? Tyson Law. On his phone. More specifically, it sounds like he's on youtube or some other video streaming service. While we don't see it, we can hear the video author obnoxiously yelling obscenities over screams and gunfire. There's an explosion and Tyson Law almost falls back off of the bench, laughing hysterically. He's laughing so hard, there's tears in his eyes.

"The hell are you watching over here, now?" Offscreen, the voice of Max LeBrun sounds before the Heavyweight Champion appears in partial gear; sans his entrance gear, gloves and arm pads. In their place, he has a sleeveless Renegades t-shirt and a Toronto Daredevil beanie. He props a foot up on the bench and leans over as Tyson raises his phone up.

"Dude on Red Dead 2 fucking clowning on story mode."

From the video we hear: "COME FOR A RIDE MO DYNAMITE STYLE!!!!"

Tyson breaks out into laughter again and Max's eyebrows raise in alarm and semi-amusement.

"Jesus...." Max says before bringing his foot down and leaving Tyson to it, shaking his head. "Yo, Jules! Tyler!" He calls, moving across the locker room. "You guys good to go? How you feeling?"

Julian stood, wearing a Renegades tee with black sweats. While he said nothing about it, clearly the tension in the group as of late was taking a toll on him. "Good to go as usual, brother. Just making sure our bases are covered, so The Dominion can't pull any bullshit leading into WrestleWar."

Tyler Grey stomped into the room then, already in his wrestling gear, with his war paint already applied, Making a beeline for Tyson, he grabbed the man's phone, and hurled it across the room like a Nolan Ryan fastball, watching as it shattered against the concrete wall.

"This ain't NO GODDAMN TIME for jokes or funny videos, Tyson!" He said, already wound so tight he looked like he was going to explode. "We need to show every motherfucker out there that we mean BUSINESS! Everyone's so damn worried about being scary, or being funny, or coming up with witty one-liners... we need to step and be memorable for KICKING BITCHES' TEETH IN."

Tyson watched his phone sail across the room and shatter as if it were made of legos. Anyone else might have gotten in Tyler Grey's face and confronted the man about the destruction of a $900 hand held device. Tyson Law, however, either knew what to expect from Tyler or he knew better than to get in the face of man with such a temper. Instead, he just looked back up at Tyler and lifted an index finger. "You you need to get your nut, bro. You're wound up tighter than a country boy's daughter out in this state's fuckin' Everglades. After you whup Adam Cole's ass tonight, I'm gettin' you some pussy. Just try not to rip her scalp off if she tells you to pull her hair."

"Whoa whoa whoa, chill." Max LeBrun interjected, beckoning both men over. "Both of you, come here." Tyson followed after Tyler, comically wary of the man as Max called them over. "Alright, look. So Julian and I don't even know if this tag match is on yet. Depends on if Judas' boy found his balls or not. Tyson."

"Yo!" Tyson responded, stepping up as Max turned to him.

"You're on lookout back here. While we have our matches going on, you watch out for any shit from the Dominion. Cool?"

Tyson nodded. "Cool."

"Don't let them pull any bullshit, like Julian said." Max turned to Tyler then. "You good, big man? You gotta show Cole you ain't a bitch to push around, right? Make that motherfucker walk into the Garden limping."

"I'm gonna make him scream like a bitch." Tyler said, sneering with a curled lip. "He's gonna whimper like Amy Connors letting the boys in the back run the train."

"Jesus CHRIST, Tyler..." Julian blurted out, eyes wide. "What is your childhood trauma, dude?"

Tyler just turned and stormed out, punching the wall as he did.

Julian looked back to Tyson and Max. "What. The. Hell. Did. We. Do."

Tyson and Max stared at the door after Tyler left. Max shook his head, slowly and silently while Tyson folded his arms and tilted his head as if he were trying to analyze just what Tyler's issue was. "Yo, you think Amy Connors shut his ass down for a date or something?"

Max continued shaking his head. "I have no idea. He needs to learn how to keep that shit in check, though." He said, setting his bag down on the bench so he could start getting out the rest of his gear. "Alright, I know you and I are set. How about the girls? They good now? No more bullshit from Serena?" Max hated to call specific people out but one had to be blind if they didn't find Serena Frost as the unreasonable one between her and Candi Broduer's issues as of late. On the flip side, Max would have been lying if he said he wasn't concerned about his girlfriend's state of mind.

"She's been very quiet." Julian said, sighing to himself. "She's a hell of a talent, and almost TOO smart... but she's gotta start being more of a team player if this is gonna work."

Max shook his head, folding his hands behind his head. "Preaching to the choir on that one. I didn't expect this many problems when recruiting people."

"Fuck did I do?!" We hear Tyson Law yell comically off screen.

"Not you specifically! Shut up!" Max, just as comically, yells back and we hear Tyson mutter something under his breath like a scolded kid.

Max lowers his hands and turns back to Julian. "Look, man, at Wrestle War, we can make the statement of a lifetime here. We want everyone to take us seriously? Everyone needs to do their part. We can walk out of there with two more titles. But Tyler needs to stop raging at everyone in sight and Serena, like you said, she needs to stop being so self centered." Max pulled his beanie off and tossed it into his bag. "Anyway, when it comes to Cole alone, I have faith that Tyler knows what he's doing. You and me? We get the big fish. Let's fucking do this." Max raises a fist to bump with Julian. "It's our goddamn night."

"Hell yes." Julian said with a grin, fist-bumping Max. "Let's remind everyone what the Renegades are all about."

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Adam Cole defeated Tyler Grey, by a reverse decision DQ in 16:52, when Tyler Grey locked in Judgement Day but refused to release the hold even after Adam Cole tapped out. He only broke the hold when two more referees ran down to help the match official force Grey to let go, leaving the man to storm angrily up the ramp and shove the camera out of the way.

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After another commercial break, the camera returned to ringside showing that Buzzsaw had already made his way to the ring and was awaiting to see who, if anyone, would step up this week to challenge him.

REYNOLDS
"Who's it gonna be, Nicky? Who's it gonna---well, hey Matt! Welcome back!"

A quick cut to the announce table revealed Matt Klazzic re-joining the table, this time in a pair of sweats as he put the headset back on.

KLAZZIC
"Thank you, Jim. If that's even genuine."

REYNOLDS
"Of course it is! You did great out there!"

HANSON
"You say that now, yeah. But, really, Matt. You did do awesome and good on you for stepping up to help Rick when he needed it. It was obvious nobody else was going to."

KLAZZIC
"I did what had to be done, Nick Hanson. I do what needs to be done."

REYNOLDS
"Well, in that case, Buzzsaw still needs an opponent and nobody's answered so go on and get you some! That title needs to be taken away from the Dominion of Pain!"

HANSON
"He just had a match, Jim! Give him a break!"

KLAZZIC
"Maybe another time, but I really wanna see Buzzsaw and Omega at Wrestle War."

REYNOLDS
"If Omega even accepts! We haven't heard shit from him since Buzzsaw laid it out on the line!"

Before anyone could get another word out, the sound of "Ghost Town Triumph" filled the arena, drawing the crowd into an surprised frenzy.

HANSON
"WHOA!!! HERE WE GO!!"

ARDEN
"His opponent....weighing in at two hundred and fourteen pounds...from Aaron Creek, Virginia...HANGMAN....ADAM....PAAAAAAAAAGE!!!!!"

Through the smoke on the stage, Buzzsaw's opponent stepped out, glaring at the champion from behind his black bandana. Raising the noose rope he often carried to the ring to the crowd, he pointed the other hand down the ramp at Buzzsaw before approaching the ring.

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While Adam Page certainly continued to show the world that he was a future name to remember in the sport, he just barely came up short, losing to Buzzsaw by submission in 18:31 when he attempted the Buckshot Lariat, running right into a vicious snap roundhouse to the face which dazed him enough for Buzzsaw to cinch in the DNR, causing Page to tap out.

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The camera shot switches backstage where we see Josh Davidson standing in front of the NFW backdrop with Vincent Stone standing beside him. As usual, Josh is dressed in a suit and looks on edge as he does with most of his interviews. From the angle, we can only assume Stone is geared up and ready for his match as he cracks his knuckles, calmly; his hands wrapped in the usual white tape. His t-shirt is one of his latest designs: Hands of Stone - Balls of Steel.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for joining us; I'm Josh Davidson. As you can see I'm here with Vincent Stone - one of the finalists in the Battle of the Juniors tournament where we will see the crowning of the first ever New Frontier Wrestling Junior Heavyweight Champion. Mr. Stone, thank you for taking the time for this interview." Josh swallows, barely able to hide his nerves.

"Josh, chill out, man." Vincent Stone says calmly, looking at the man almost pitifully. "I'm not gonna give you any shit like other assholes do. You need to stop letting motherfuckers walk all over you, bro."

Relaxing some, Josh gives a tentative nod. "You're not gonna spit water in my face or pie face me to the floor?"

Stone rolls his eyes. "I'm not gonna do anything like that. Now, you've got questions, I might have answers. Let's go." He rotates his hands over each other, signaling Josh to hurry things up.

Straightening his posture some, visibly relaxing more, Josh adjusts his tie. "Well, first thing's first: your match tonight. Last week, you teamed with one of your opponents for Wrestle War - AKI. You two were victorious against the other two men that will be in the Fatal Fourway match, Tyler Grey and Adam Cole. Tonight, it's you and AKI in one on one competition. Can we get your thoughts going into tonight's match?"

"To be honest?" Stone opens his hands out in front of him in a slight shrug. "I'm glad I get this opportunity to go head to head with him before game time at Wrestle War. AKI's the one guy out of the three that I can't get a read on. He lets his actions in the ring speak for him. He's fast. He's unpredictable. Regardless of tonight's outcome, I'm gonna be able to look back on it for a couple of weeks and study up for Wrestle War. People wanna shit on the guy because he's the smallest dude on the roster. But the smallest dude signed to this company put a guy like Lance Archer on his ass so don't sleep on him."

Josh Davidson nods, seemingly impressed by Vincent Stone's in depth answer before moving onto the next question. "Moving on to Wrestle War: you say that AKI is the one man out of the other three that you can't get a read on. Is that to say you're comfortable going up against Adam Cole and Tyler Grey?"

"Look, I'm not gonna stand here and say that those guys are a walk in the park." Stone remarks, shaking his head. "But for all of the talent that Adam Cole has, he's got a bigger ego and that's his biggest weakness. He thinks he's the MVP going into our championship match, and who knows? He might be. But in his head, it's a fact and he sees nothing wrong with the way he does things. Cole, your cocky attitude's gonna be your downfall when you have not one...not two...but three other guys in that ring who want the same thing you do. As for Tyler Grey: he's a dangerous dude. There's no doubting that. But he's like a pissed off bull. Like a little baby Hulk. Get him pissed off enough and he gets tunnel vision and stops paying attention to his surroundings. Mark my words, Grey: you let someone like Adam Cole set you off when it's the four of us in that ring, these hands of stone are gonna be ready to catch you when you least expect it."

"Vincent, how confident are you that it will be you walking out of Wrestle War - out of Madison Square Garden - as the inaugural NFW Junior Heavyweight Champion?" Josh Davidson asks, completely relaxed and calm for once as he awaits Stone's answer.

Here, Stone pauses to think for a moment as he rubs his chin with one hand. Finally, he looks to Josh. "You want me to be honest? For once - for probably the first time in my career - I'm 100% that I'm walking out of there the winner. Am I tooting my own horn?" He shrugs. "Yeah. That's what we do in this business. There's four of us vying to become the first one to hold a championship that this promotion has never had before. Each one of us feels 100% sure of our victory. All for different reasons, though. AKI's reason? Like I said, I can't say. I don't know what's going on in his head. He's got confidence, though. He's got drive. That's what makes him the most dangerous of the three for me to take on. Adam Cole will tell you he's gonna win because he's the best wrestler in the world right now. I don't normally like to point out the inaccuracies of other people but he said that about his run with the Silver Mountain Championship. That he was the best. That he was unbeatable. Josh, who's the Silver Mountain Champion, right now?"

"Well, that would be Rick Dickulous, obviously."

"And not Adam Cole." Stone says, raising a finger to make his point. "Meanwhile, you have Tyler Grey. He'll tell you he's gonna be the winner simply because he's a machine. He's a beast. He's a bad motherfucker. If you ain't him, you ain't shit. Tyler Grey is the most narrow minded person I've ever seen. He underestimates his opposition. That's gonna be his own undoing and that undoing is gonna come at Wrestle War XV when that bell rings and he realizes why it is that I'm confident of my own victory."

"And why is that, exactly?"

Stone turns his attention directly to the camera. "I'm confident because I know my limits, physically and mentally. I know what I'm willing to do - how far I'm willing to go - in order to achieve victory. When I set my mind on something, I am absolutely determined to make sure that I reach that goal. My goal for Wrestle War is to win my first singles title in NFW. To show everyone that I am a competitor. That I am a fighter. So long as I'm able to draw breath into my lungs and so long as my legs are able to function, I will not let anything or anyone keep me down. I refuse, Josh, I refuse to accept anything other than victory. I made a promise to myself and I made a promise to my mentors. The men - the legends - that I was fortunate enough to receive tutilege by just when I was ready to hang up my boots and go home. I promised them that I would honor their teachings and make them proud. This match, coming up on the 28th in New York City is how I will do just that."

Josh Davidson nods with a small smile on his face. "You certainly have admirable aspirations and I think I can speak for a lot of people who believe in your capability."

"Thank you, Josh." Stone says simply.

"Vincent, the final subject I wanna touch on," Josh continues, "is one that's been one of the hot topics all over the locker room. Obviously, the match at Wrestle War is important but let's not forget your bold challenge, your calling out of Judas Lasher and the Dominion of Pain. Now, you had a match with Ethan Skinner, last month before Season's Beatings. Since then, you've been quiet. Has your grudge towards them been set on the proverbial backburner?"

Vincent Stone can't help but chuckle a little. "Yes and no. A lot of people keep telling me what a big mistake I've made in calling out Judas Lasher. But what do they expect me to do? Huh? I signed into this company alongside a friend. I watched that friend get carted away from ringside because Judas fed it into someone's head that it's okay to be relentless. Maybe it is, in some instances, but when relentlessness causes you to hurt one of your own friends? Erin Mercer's nearly as much as Lara Blackheart's friend as she is mine, at this point. Lara lost control of her emotions and that's something she normally hasn't done for the majority of the time we've known her. But ever since Judas has taken her under his wing, he's been molding her into a completely different person for his own goddamn selfish needs. If it wasn't Erin, it could have been anyone else. Alex, Morgan, Marissa." Stone pauses, visibly getting angrier as he goes on. "And the biggest problem is, hardly anybody does anything about it because they're too damn afraid of the man. They're too damn afraid of all of them. WELL, I'M NOT!!" Stone suddenly shouts, fuming at the camera. "And I think that's what bothers Judas Lasher the most. Here it is, I don't fear him. I'm not gonna back down from them. So, what does he do? Now I've got a hit out on me. A hit assigned to someone that he probably thinks is gonna make me hesitate or lose my nerve. Well, where are you Buzzsaw?" Stone opens out his arms. "You're so loyal to the King of Pain. So ready to do his bidding. He told you to 'put your dog down' weeks ago. Guess what? I'M STILL HERE!! I'M STILL STANDING!!"

Stone shouts again before raising a finger to point to the camera. "Or is it because, deep down, there's a part of you knows that I'm right? Part of you knows that Judas Lasher is wrong in what he's doing? Because I'd like to think that you aren't the mindless servant that Judas expects his followers to be, bowing to his every beck and call. If I'm wrong, then you know where to find me. I'll be waiting." There's a hint of regret and pain in Stone's eyes, suddenly, before he slowly turns to Josh Davidson. "That's all I've got...." He says, and walks off camera, leaving Josh to close out, which he does by turning to the camera, warily. "Nick, Matt, Jim...back to you...."

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AKI and Vincent Stone wrestled to a 9:04 no contest when Tyler Grey suddenly appeared, rushing to the ring and attacking both men. Shortly after the bell was rung to call an end to the match, Adam Cole re-appeared and hit the ring, now dressed in boots and jeans, going right after Tyler Grey, causing AKI and Vincent Stone to break off until taunting from Adam Cole egged them back into the fight and it turned into a four man slug fest with Cole and AKI going at it while Stone and Grey exchanged blows nearby.

Finally, security and referees were able to break the four men apart as the crowd chanted to let them fight.

HANSON
"THIS MIGHT BE WHAT WE'RE TO EXPECT WHEN THESE FOUR MEET UP AT WRESTLE WAR, GENTLEMEN!!"

KLAZZIC
"Well, I hope it's a little more than just trading fists but I'd be lying if I said I'm not pumped, Nick Hanson!"

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The Golden Lovers defeated Colt Shields and Satoru Shade, by pinfall in 8:03, when Kota Ibushi and Kenny Omega delivered the Golden Trigger to Colt Shields, allowing Omega to make the pinfall.

Immediately after the bell, Kenny Omega called for a microphone before coming to stand in the center of the ring as he tapped the mic to test if it was working right, or not.

THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP THUMP

Hearing that, Omega brought it up to his mouth.

"Alright, so...." He began. "It's been a pretty exciting night so far, huh? I mean we have surprises coming out all over the place!" He gestured towards the entrance ramp. "We've had Takashi Sugiura reuniting with Suzuki-gun....we've seen someone Ko-san and I are both very familiar with -- Shin-su-ke Nakamuuuuuuura -- returning to CHAOS. But what does that have to do with why I'm holding this microphone now, you ask?" He brought up a hand, gesturing nonchalantly as he turned to address the entire crowd. "Well!! Because I, myself, am interested in a return of my own! Yeah!"

The crowd began to buzz but Kenny quickly lifted a finger.

"No, no. It's not Bullet Club. Sorry to disappoint some of you. Others, don't worry. Oh no, you see.... You guys watch New Japan, too, right?" He gestured to the crowd, nodding his head. "So...as you might know, I am unfortunately, no longer the IWGP Heavyweight Champion...." He stopped and looked down at his waist then back up at the crowd. "I have no belt!! It sucks!!" Some of the crowd laughed just at how Kenny was presenting things.

"So! What I want...is a return...to the title picture and it seems...as if a particular talent on this roster has invited me to do so. Therefore! To keep things short and sweet because I'm tired...I know Ko-san is tired. We just wrestled a match for you guys and we hope you enjoyed it...." Kenny paused to allow the crowd to applaud their performance.

"Thank you so much!" He continued. "Therefore, I leave you all, simply with this: B-B-B-B-BuzzzzZZZZZZsaaaaaaawwwww!! I...Kenny Omega..THE.BEST.Bout.Machine...humbly accept your challenge for your Television Championship and I will See.You.At.Wrestle War. GOOD-BYE!!!!" He kisses his index finger, pointing a gun hand up the ramp towards the back. "And Good.Night!! BANG!!!"

HANSON
"HE ACCEPTS!!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"YEEEESSS!!!!!

HANSON
"KENNY OMEGA ACCEPTS BUZZSAW'S CHALLENGE!! WE'RE GONNA SEE THEM AT WRESTLE WAR XV FOR THE NFW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!"

REYNOLDS
"IF ANYONE CAN DETHRONE BUZZSAW, IT'S THE CLEANER HIMSELF!! THE BEST BOUT MACHINE!!"

KLAZZIC
"You have an unhealthy obsession, James Reynolds."

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As the show came back from commercial, the crowd began to cheer as Motley Crue's "Hell On High Heels"began to play, signalling the arrival of Women's Division GM Savannah Hayes. Wearing a tight beige skirt, black blouse, and black leather jacket, the statuesque blonde gave the crowd a bright smile, and blew a kiss to the camera before striding to the middle of the ring, microphone in hand.

"Good evening everyone! As you all know, WrestleWar XV is only a few weeks away, and with it comes one of the most anticipated matches in the history of the women's division, when 2018 Queen of the Ring Alex Brody takes on one of the most dominant champions NFW has ever seen, Adrianna Salvatore. I'd like to bring both of them out here for a few words... starting with the challenger - "Lionheart" Alex Brody!"

"Absolute Zero" by Stone Sour began to blare out, as the young challenger burst from behind the curtain, clad in jeans, army boots, a Team MerLex leather jacket over an Alpha Club tee, and a Ravenclaw knit cap.

As she ran down the aisle, she paused for a second before sliding in effortlessly under the bottom rope, posing for the crowd before stopping to give a cute little wave to the commissioner.

"And now, her opponent at WrestleWar... a member of The Unwanted and the NFW Women's Champion... Adrianna Salvatore!"

After a brief pause, the opening drums to Disturbed's "The Vengeful One" began banging through the speakers. With the usual dimming of the lights and video wall reel rolling, the NFW Women's Champion, Adrianna Salvatore stepped through the curtain calmly and methodically, dressed in ripped jeans, black boots and her patch decorated vest over a sleeveless Unwanted t-shirt only to expose the sleeves on her arms that were made up of her various tattoos. In a rarely seen display, her hair was tied back into a simple ponytail. Adrianna made her way down the ramp, carrying the title belt down at her side. As this wasn't an actual match, Adrianna neglected her usual dramatic ring entrance and, instead, climbed onto the apron and stepped in under the top rope. From there, she raised the belt up to the crowd. This was what it was all about! As her music faded out, Adrianna rested the title down on her shoulder and stood on the other side of Savannah, facing Alex with her usual stoic expression.

For once, Alex didn't cower. She didn't flinch. She didn't even give her patented wide-eyed look of fear. Instead, she stood her ground, staring right into the champion's eyes with determination.

Savannah looked at Adrianna, holding the microphone between them. "First, we'll get some words with the champion. Adrianna... you've had one of the most dominant reigns in NFW history. How do you view this match, and do you feel that the challenger will pose more of a threat than when you've previously met?"

Adrianna met Alex's gaze as Savannah posed her question. During the silence, the split crowd was already cheering for their chosen favorite. A back and forth crowd started up as the two stared each other down.

"LET'S GO ALEX!"

"ANAR-QUEEN!"

"LET'S GO ALEX!"

"ANAR-QUEEN!"

Finally, Adrianna took the microphone from Savannah and raised it slowly to her mouth. "Both of us...when we came into this company...we were like completely different people." She said, watching Alex directly before looking off towards the crowd then back to Alex. "You wore a mask...and I hid my face behind a fake identity that I thought would help people see me the way I wanted them to. We hid for different reasons. But literally, right after the other, it seems like we broke those chains. We peeled away the layers that we hid behind and we showed everyone -- we showed the wrestling world -- what we were really made of." As she said this, she pointed with her other hand out towards the crowd.

"But while we've changed things about ourselves, we've also stayed true. Whether you were Kid Cthulhu or the Lionheart, you've always fought for what's right. You've never backed down from a fight, even if you were outmanned. These people love you for that and I respect you for that." A wave of cheers arose from the crowd as she complimented Alex. "As for me?" She looked around again, stoic as ever. "Whether I come out here now under my real name...or whether I decided to paint my face up and let some megalomaniac call me Apocalypta...I remain a dominant force -- THE dominant force -- in this women's division." She removed the belt from her shoulder and motioned towards it for everyone to see. "I earned this championship on the very day that it was introduced back into this company and I have held onto it ever since, no matter what has been thrown at me!!" Again, she turned directly towards her opponent for Wrestle War. "Alex...I admire your drive. I admire your determination, and believe me: I am proud of you. I am SO proud of you for everything you've been able to achieve after breaking out of your proverbial shell." There was genuine sincerity and honesty in Adrianna's tone, but it was clear there was a 'but' coming.... "But we also need to look at history...and the facts. We've had two singles matches already...and I have beaten you both times. Unless you have something unexpected to bring to New York City...I can't say I doubt our next meeting there will be any different...."

There was a sudden, uncomfortable 'ooooooooohhhh' through the crowd as Adrianna handed the microphone back to Savannah.

HANSON
"Uhh...wow...."

REYNOLDS
"Ummm...DAMN!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"A little full of herself, isn't she?"

Eyes widening incredulously, Alex stepped forward, looking up at the champion from mere inches away. "You. Arrogant. BITCH."

KLAZZIC
"WHOA!!!!"

HANSON
"WOOOOOOW!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"DADDY'S LITTLE GIRL IS MAAAAD!!"

Savannah stepped between them, trying to prevent any escalation, but Alex just kept talking.

"Who the hell do you think you are? I have something this time that I was missing those first two times. CONFIDENCE." She glared at Adrianna, a woman she usually got along well with. "You beat Shelley Silver on a technicality. I PINNED HER. I busted my ass training with Chris Jericho, Erin Mercer, and Vincent Stone for months just to get to the level I'm at now. Congratulations, Adrianna. You just gave me the last thing I really needed to win this match. Motivation to put your ass down."

Savannah put her arms between the two, seeing how heated this was getting. "Ok, ladies... calm down. Save it for WrestleWar."

Alex.. previously the epitome of sweetness and meekness, actually shoved Savannah out of the way.

"You think you're so much better than everyone... I can see it in how you look at me. I'm just another opponent to you. Well I'm done. I'm done being the lovable loser. If you think you can kick my ass, we don't have to wait for WrestleWar, we can do this right here."

Adrianna's eyebrows raised up, clearly a little surprised at Alex's sudden boldness. By now, the crowd was already chanting:

"LET THEM FIGHT!!"

"LET THEM FIGHT!!"

"LET THEM FIGHT!!"

It was clear, as Alex continued to verbally lash back at Adrianna that her inner feelings were going from surprise to getting annoyed at simply having someone on her face. Literally, the instant Alex finished speaking, Adrianna SNATCHED the microphone out of her hand and pushed back against her. "I think I'm better?" She said in a low tone before repeating, "I think I'm better?!", almost snapping loudly in Alex's face. "I don't think Alex...I...fucking...know! THIS...." She held the title belt up for Alex to see, "...is PHYSICAL...GODDAMN...PROOF!!" Lowering the belt, Adrianna loomed over Alex. Shockingly, there were visible tears welling in her eyes whether it was from her sudden anger or something in Alex's words stirring something up. "And make no mistake...while this will probably be looked at as cowardice...I'm not doing this now. We will wait...until Wrestle War!! But if this were just a few months ago? If I were still that old person? There wouldn't be a Women's Championship match at Wrestle War...because yeah, I would take you up on that right here...." Adrianna paused, getting so close and down to Alex's level that their noses touched. The camera got a good close up side angle of both women's scowling faces as Adrianna spoke, her bottom lip quivering. "...And I would fucking bury...what was left when I was finished...." With an audible thud, the microphone fell from her hand and hit the mat as Disturbed's "The Vengeful One" resumed throughout the arena.

Adrianna backed up, visibly letting out a heavy exhale before she exited the ring and made her way up the ramp to the shock of the crowd as Savannah Hayes and Alex Brody stood back in the ring with the show going to another commercial.

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In the main event tag team match, The Renegades defeated The Dominion of Pain, by pinfall in 24:36, when Aguares went for the Black Arrow on Julian Morrison, but ended up knocking Max LeBrun off of the apron and crashing into the barricade when Morrison dove out of the way at the last possible second.

HANSON
"OH!!!! SKINNER MISSES MORRISON BUT HE TAKES OUT LEBRUN!!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL?!'

As Aguares pulled himself back through the ropes, with Julian Morrison getting to his feet, the referee slipped out of the ring to check on Max LeBrun.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

REYNOLDS
"RENEGADES WIN BABY!!!!"

HANSON
"A pinfall victory for the Renegades over the Dominion of Pain, but not without help from Tyler Grey!!"

REYNOLDS
"CALL OUT THE TERMINATOR, GET FUCKING TERMINATED!!!"

As Hollywood Undead's "Renegade" played, Julian Morrison exited the ring to check on Max LeBrun. However, the Heavyweight Champion brushed passed him and went over to get into Tyler Grey's face. The camera followed to try and pick up the audio.

"What are you doing, huh?! WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING?!" Max yelled. "WE TALKED ABOUT THIS!!!!"

"WE AGREED TO STOP FUCKING AROUND!!!" Tyler snapped back in Max's face.

"THAT WAS FUCKING AROUND!!!" Max gestured towards the ring where Judas Lasher and Ethan Skinner were, still. "LEARN TO LISTEN, GODDAMN IT!!!"

To the shock of the crowd, Max gave Tyler a violent shove. Tyler shoved him back even harder in response before Julian Morrison jumped in between the two to try and act as peacemaker.

"YIKES, NICKY!!! MATT, YOU SEEING THIS?!"

"Absolutely, James! More distention in the Renegades! This doesn't look good for them!"

HANSON
"It doesn't look good at all! Unfortunately, that's all the time we have! Well, thanks again for joining us tonight, folks! For Matt Klazzic and James Reynolds, I'm Nick Hanson! We'll see you next week for more NFW action!"

KLAZZIC
"So long, folks!"

The show closed out with Max storming up the ramp, pointing at Tyler and yelling for Julian to "GET IT INTO HIS FUCKING HEAD!!!!" The shouting continued as the scene faded out.