N*FW Wrestling #28 - Seattle, Washington! 1/21/2019!

The scene opens up to a quaint pizza place with Shelley Silver sitting at one of the two tables in the customer area. She was the only person inside, which was common there. It was mostly an establishment for deliveries, but they let the option open to eat inside. Shelley was sitting inside, waiting for her pick-up order. Before she gets a chance to say anything, the employee, a slightly older woman walks up with three boxes, one substantially smaller than the other.

She smiled, looking over to Shelley, "here you are, Champ. Looking forward to seeing you tonight."

Shelley tilted her head as she got up and walked up to the counter. "You're coming to the show?"

The employee grinned with a nod, "wouldn't miss it. I also heard a rumor that you might be up for the Silver Mountain Championship."

Shelley shrugged as she took the pizza boxes. "My breath isn't held. It'll be fun to be in a gender-blind battle royale, but since I've never faced any of the guys in the ring, I'm not sure what I'm up against."

"Well, I'm rooting for you. You're due for a good run with a championship," she smiled.

Shelley took a deep breath and smiled, "thank you. I'd have to agree. I promise that it won't be so long before I'm in again." She then turned and walked out of the little shop all grins.

"This is the neighborhood that I grew up in. 35th & Roxbury. Also known as Roxbury Heights," she opened the door to her jeep and handed the boxes to Kyle Smalls in the passenger seat. "Now be a good boy and share with your sister," she teased before the camera panned back to Kimi in the backseat.

Kyle smirked, "I'm always good, babe."

The camera then quickly turned to show Kimi making a face and revealed Shelley's manager, Sloane Cameron, to be the person holding the camera, who also make a playfully disgusted face before turning back to Shelley.

"Welcome to Seattle, New Frontier Wrestling!" She pulled out and turned onto 35th, heading toward the West Seattle Bridge.

"Kyle wanted to drive, but if we did that, we would all just get annoyed by me telling him and when and where to turn."

"And we can't have that," Kimi laughed from the backseat.

"You see, tonight, we're on my home turf. Seattle, Washington. I've lived in this area my entire life. I went back and forth between West Seattle and the reservation, just outside of town. Now I live about ten minutes from here in Burien. I may travel the world for wrestling, MMA, and filming movies, but this..." she looked into the rearview mirror, grinning. "This is home for me."

She went on to drive through downtown, showing the twins the sights while slices of pizza were passed around the vehicle. As the Space Needle came into close view, Shelley turned to go to Key Arena and find a spot in the underground parking area for talent. There weren't many cars there yet, and she assumed that she would be having to give at least one of the other wrestlers directions over the phone before the show began. The group got out of the Jeep and Shelley lead them outside of the arena, making sure everyone had their credentials to get back in before heading out to the rest of Seattle Center.

"Tonight, after these two go up against The Dominion of Pain," she motioned to Kimi and Kyle, "I'm teaming up with my friends Alex Brody and Erin Mercer against The Unwanted. Now, it's no secret that they're my friends, as well, but make no mistake, because I already know damn well that they won't, that will be ignored as soon as the bell rings. Tonight, your main event is going to be a blood bath. I know that I, for one, cannot wait." She walked toward the Museum of Pop Culture, motioning in the direction of the KOMO 4 building, with the logo showing in the frame. "And oh, by the way, for those of you that watch Grey's Anatomy, that's the location of the very fictional Seattle Grace Mercy West Hospital. In reality, that's just our local ABC affiliate," she shrugged. "Now if you don't mind, I'm going to geek out with the twins. See you later tonight, Raindrops!" she winked and blew a kiss into the camera before the video faded out.

From there, the opening to the show rolls as Ozzy Osbourne's "Let Me Hear You Scream" kicked in. The current champions are showcased in addition to the other big names of the company. The 'ROAD TO WRESTLE WAR' sign is shown before the scene shifts to the inside of the Key Arena.



Finally, the camera swings over and stops on the announce team of Nick Hanson, Matt Klazzic and James Reynolds.

HANSON
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, GOOD EVENING AND WELCOME TO NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING!!"

KLAZZIC
"WRESTLE WAR'S ALMOST UPON US, FOLKS!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"I thought it was gonna be colder here."

HANSON
"What the hell are you talking about?"

Nick Hanson and Matt Klazzic look at him. James Reynolds is checking his phone.

REYNOLDS
"I thought Washington was cold as shit? It's almost the same as Florida, right now!"

HANSON
"Florida's going through an unusual cold front, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"Still! I was expecting to bundle up in all of my warm shit.

KLAZZIC
"I brought my rain gear."

HANSON
"Smart man, Matt. Alright, folks! So this is it! This is our go-home show before Wrestle War. Last show we're putting on before next week. No house shows, no extra tapings. A week off before the NFW roster flies into New York City and invades Madison Squared Garden. Are you ready, folks? I say again - Are. You. Ready?"

REYNOLDS
"Llllllllllet's get ready to SU--"

KLAZZIC
"Now THAT's copyright infringement, James Reynolds!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey why can't I do it but Nicky can?!"

KLAZZIC
"Nicholas has more tact. Your name is Nicholas, right?"

Matt Klazzic turned to Nick Hanson, curiously.

HANSON
"It's Nicodemus, actually."

KLAZZIC
"Interesting name! You don't hear that often!"

HANSON
"Indeed you don't!"

REYNOLDS
"Your full name is Nicodemus?"

HANSON
"Yeah? And?"

There's a brief pause before James Reynolds begins howling with laughter. Very much like last week when Matt Klazzic laughed at James Reynolds' middle name.

REYNOLDS
"NICODEMUS!!!! OHHH THAT'S FUNNY!"

KLAZZIC
"Not as funny as Marion, Marion."

James Reynolds stops short and glares at Matt Klazzic.

REYNOLDS
"Hey, fuck you, Matt!"

HANSON
"Anyway, so here we are folks! We're gonna be starting things off with Sabastian Riley Young's open challenge. Who will answer the call? Who will step up? Following that, we'll see Shelton Benjamin take on Takashi Sugiura. We saw Sugiura appear last week as a new member of Suzuki-gun."

KLAZZIC
"A returning member of Suzuki-gun!"

HANSON
"I stand corrected, Matt. Yes, a returning member. He has a history with the stable and now it appears as though he's back to help coach the army's newest addition, the deranged Havok. What we saw him coach Havok through last week was just horrendous. Pure sadism! Benjamin wants a little payback, he's looking to get it tonight. Following that we have eight man tag team action The Great White North versus CHAOS. We saw another incident unfold between these two last week as well as the arrival of none other than Shinsuke Nakamura. The week before, Kazuchika Okada promised Scott Leroux that he would know 'true chaos.' That lead to last week, a blind side attack by CHAOS' original leader and founder. The King of Strong Stryle. Shinsuke Nakamura. He publicly attacked Scott Leroux here in the ring and laid out a challenge for a match at Wrestle War. Now, folks, let it be known that match has been accepted! It's been reported that Scott Leroux immediately went to Steven Brody and told him to book the match. He wants Nakamura at Wrestle War. He's not letting CHAOS run amuck in this company. And that's not all we have for you tonight, folks. We have so much more action going on. Tyler Grey vs Ethan Skinner, The Smalls Twins return against the Mixed Tag Team Champions in a non-title match, the Tag Team Champions - Ultra-Violence - are teaming up with their comrade, the Television Champion - Buzzsaw - in a six man tag match against their opponents for WrestleWar - the Guerrillas of Destiny - and Taiji Ishimori. Then you have our main event. The Unwanted will meet against Shelley Silver and Team Merlex. Erin Mercer is back in action folks! We saw her brutal injury during her match with Lara Blackheart in Queen of the Ring followed by her next round match against Alex Brody, her tag team partner. Those two matches combined paid their toll. Erin Mercer suffered a minor concussion and has been recovering for a few weeks. As of last week, she's been medically cleared and will be returning to the ring tonight. Hopefully she can sort of mediate the sudden tension we saw arise last week between Alex Brody and Adrianna Salvatore."

KLAZZIC
"Adrianna Salvatore said a few unnecessary things, last week, Nick Hanson."

REYNOLDS
"She only spoke the truth. Truth hurts, sometimes. It's not her fault."

KLAZZIC
"Yeah but you don't say that sort of thing to your friends, James Reynolds."

REYNOLDS
"Bullshit, that's what friend's are for, Matt!! If a friend can't tell you the truth and sugar coats shit around you, they aren't a true friend! Alex Brody should realize that instead of throwing a hissy fit over the fact that Adrianna Salvatore said she needs to step her game up!"

HANSON
"I can kiiiiinda see where Jim's coming from but still, I'd hate to see what's become another friendship of sorts, fall out here. Brody and Salvatore have a match at WrestleWar for the Women's Championship. We don't wanna see it cross the line."

KLAZZIC
"Absolutely not."

HANSON
"Anyway, folks! Without further adue! Let's get this show started! It is TIME for New Frontier Wrestling!"

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Scene opens as we see a snow covered front yard with a big house in the background. We also see a few nice cars in the driveway, which happens to be one of them u-shaped drives and one of the cars that the camera picks up the rear of the car is shown and it says "Steele" on the license plate.... Now we know that Ryan is out due to injury but it appears the SRY is visiting his long time friend... the camera appears through a peak in the front door... "Sabastian, man i like what you are doing with this Open Challenge.." says Ryan as he finishes the cleaning of his house... "Yea, man.. i had to do something while you were out.. i couldn't just sit idle.... " Sabastian responds " Hey are you ever gonna finish this game??" Sabastian asks.. "What game" asks Ryan.. "Fallout 4.. you are like level 20...it goes longer than that... " Sabastian adds.

" Hey.. who you facing in your open challenge?" Asks Ryan. "I dont know, Ryan but if i dont win... Brody is gonna wish i won every single match.. because eventually my Dangerous side will come out and im not gonna stop it.....Says Sabastian.

"I think you should anyway... tear stuff up.. put people in the hospital.. its gonna be the only way you get noticed...."Ryan responds.. "I think you should put your opponent through a table after the match..come on Sabastian get noticed.. wake people up.. put "The Fallen" on the map once again...Make the Renegades proud again..." as Ryan seems to pump up Sabastian with a pep talk... Ryan looks at SRY's eyes and sees the "Dangerous" starting to boil over... as Ryan walks over to Sabastian pats him on the back."Thats my buddy right there.. thats what i wanting to see.. now you go to your match and destroy whoever the piece of trash is....." as Ryan finishes his pep talk finally we see Sabastian gathering his things and heading out the door the scene closes as Sabastian drives by and we hear Chevelle's "Prove To You" playing as the scene goes black....

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As Sabastian Riley Young stood, waiting, in the ring for his opponent, the crowd buzzed with anticipation and curiosity.

REYNOLDS
"Who's it gonna be, Nicky?"

HANSON
"No clue, Jim. Matt? Any idea?"

KLAZZIC

"Not in the slightest, gentlemen. I have to wonder if anyone even wants to take the time to---"

*"Go Big Or Go Home" by Saliva fills the arena, the crowd goes nuts. William Mannheim slowly walks out onto the entrance ramp, mic in hand. He glares down at the ring, locking eyes with Sebastian Riley Young before raising the mic to his mouth*

"Cut my music..."

*As the music stops suddenly, the crowd begins chanting "YOU FUCKED UP! YOU FUCKED UP!"*

"I've sat in the back the last couple of weeks and watched Jude and his little fuck muppet come out here and clean your clock, and I realized something - they both went easy on you, boy."

*Mannheim slowly begins walking down the ramp towards the ring, eyes still locked with Young's*

"See, I think - no, I KNOW Judas went easy on you, because you're still standing there crying for someone to notice you; for someone to take you seriously..."

*He stops halfway down the ramp*

"Agauavo tossed you around like a fucking sack of potatoes, and that's insulting the sack of potatoes, hell it would've put up more of a fight."

*Laughter erupts from the crowd as Mannheim continues*

"You're a punk kid who thinks he's a badass, Young. Seems to me someone needs to put you back in your place, or send you off for an extended visit with Ryan."

*As a loud "OOOHHHHHH!" Fills the stadium, Mannheim begins walking towards the ring again slowly*

"Who better than the most violent man in the NFW to get the job done, Sebastian? Time for you to shit or get off the pot. This is an open challenge, and you're a little too big for your britches - so how 'bout you back that cocksucker up?"

*Again he stops just short of the ring, a sly smile spreading across his face*

"You think you can run with the big dogs? That you're some sort of legend? The only place you're a legend is in your own mind, kid...and possibly Steele's bed. Now you're getting called out by a legend. You and me, no disqualifications. It's time for you to..."

*As Mannheim delivers his line, the crowd joins in*

"...GO BIG.....OR GO HOME!"

*He drops the mic, climbs onto the apron, and steps over the ropes, waiting for the bell.*

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After a brief hardcore match, involving chair shots and other weapon's uses, William Mannheim defeated Sabsatian Riley Young, by pinfall in 8:04, after giving him an Exploder Suplex outside to the ring floor. Mannheim then picked Young up and threw him back into the ring before following him back in and picking him up to deliver a brutal Buckle Bomb!!

HANSON
"OHHHH!!!! BUCKLE BOMB TO THE DANGEROUS ONE AT THE HANDS OF THE MANGLER!!"

REYNOLDS
"That looked like it hurt, Nicky!"

Mannheim clearly wasn'y finished, however, as he picked Young up and delivered a SECOND Buckle Bomb!!

HANSON
"JEEEEZ LOUISE, GENTLEMEN!!!!"

KLAZZIC
"I think he made his point, gentlemen!!"

HANSON
"I think so, too! Here comes the cover!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

"Go Big Or Go Home" began to play again as William Mannheim quickly got to his feet, leaving Sabastian Riley Young on the mat, scowling down at him as he made a small show of dusting off his hands before leaving the ring and heading backstage.

REYNOLDS
"Wow...talk about all business, guys."

HANSON
"Well, we know William Mannheim has always been all business, for the most part."

KLAZZIC
"That was insane!"

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The camera cut backstage, to the talent parking area. The crowd in the arena could be heard cheering as Erin Mercer was seen getting out of her rental car and pulling her bag out of the back seat. Slinging her bag over her shoulder, the woman began her walk to the locker rooms, wearing her black and white chuck sneakers, a pair of baggy, low rise black/white/grey camo pants, a Team Merlex t-shirt, an unzipped hoodie and a Red Queen beanie. Erin looks down, tapping with her thumb on her phone as she walks before looking up to begin checking locker room doors when all of a sudden....

"HEEEEEEEEEEEEY GUUUUUUUUUURRRRRRL!!!!!!"

A voice that can only be described as a man impersonating Martin Lawrence's Sheneneh Jenkins character broke the silence of the scene. Erin Mercer immediately stopped and looked in the direction of the voice before smiling big with a small giggle. The crowd cheered again as Vincent Stone stepped into the frame, giving an overly flamboyant snap of his fingers above his head. The man was wearing a backwards Hands of Stone flat cap, black sweat pants and a black tanktop.

"You're such a fucking dork!" Erin giggled as Stone returned to his usual composure.

"Yeah I know, but that's why everyone loves me. Well...most people." He nodded his chin at her before giving his friend a warm hug, "Welcome back. You feeling good?"

Erin Mercer hugged him back, visibly feeling the warmth and sincerity of being welcomed back before she shifted the strap of her bag on her shoulder. She nodded. "I feel great. I ran some extra drills this morning with the doctor. Took some bumps. I'm good to go."

"Good. Alex needs you, right now, more than anything. I've done what I can but I'm not you. You and her are tighter than anyone else in this company." Stone said as he and Erin began to walk down the hallway together.

"What the fuck is Adrianna's problem, lately?" Erin asked, clearly not amused by what's been going on since the past week.

Stone shrugged. "I don't know. She's been kinda distant all week. I mean, I imagine she's been with her own crew but as far as anyone else? No clue."

"I wish I could have been there last week." Erin sighed. "Is Alex here, now?"

Stone nodded. "She's in y'alls locker room. Shelley's here, too, but she's making sure the twins are set to go. You met them yet?"

Erin nodded. "A couple of times. Remember, Alex and I backed Shelley up over in EWC last month."

Stone nods, remembering now. "That's right. Kimi used to wrestle there."

Erin suddenly shoves Stone in the shoulder, albeit playfully. "Hey, you watched that show right?"

"Of course I did!" Stone said, rubbing his shoulder. "I told you I'd catch it on their network."

"Okay, what happened in Shelley's match?" Crossing her arms, Erin tilted her head to the side, expectantly looking up at her friend.

Laughing like someone on a court stand who had nothing to worry about, Stone shook his head. "Aside from Shelley whupping the shit out of a little fat man who walked around like his dick was bigger than that hockey stick? I'd say NFW's Women's Division represented. It was like...The Accused with reverse roles."

Erin cringed comically and slapped his arm. "Vin! Gross! But okay, I believe you."

"That was cool seeing you all work together like that." He said, sincerely.

"It was fun working together." Erin nodded, sadly. "Now, though, it looks like things are gonna fall apart all because of a few words."

"Don't let it." Stone said, simply, turning towards a locker room door a few spaces down from where they stood and nodded. "That's you two. Go holla at your homegirl." He gave Erin a light slap on the back before fist bumping her.

"Definitely. Thanks, Vin." Erin said and hugged her friend again before parting ways. She approached her and Alex's locker room as Vincent Stone headed the opposite way down the hallway, away from the camera.

A few seconds passed before the man turned towards the camera in the distance again and called back. "Hey! How come you're not in the Silver Rush at Wrestle War?!" In the distance, Stone could be seen shrugging his hands out.

Erin scoffed. "You kidding me? I value my life! Look who all else is in that match! Remember what you said about The Accused?"

Stone laughed, shaking a finger at her as if to say 'touche' before he turned and continued to leave. Focusing on Erin Mercer, then, the camera remained outside as as the Red Queen opened the door and stepped in, putting on her lovely smile. "Heeeeeeeeey!" She could be heard calling inside to Alex Brody as she stepped in and closed the door behind her. The camera shot faded out on the 'TEAM MERLEX' nameplate before going to a commercial.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Man, fuck the kids..."

*Rick looks into the camera*

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

*The camera adjusts, Rick points at the pancakes*

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

*The off camera voice again audible*

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

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

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

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

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

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

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*The scene shifts to the arena entrance where we see Paul Heyman leading Havok, KES, Taichi, and Takashi Sugiura, all wearing the signature black and white Suzuki-gun tracksuits save for Heyman who is dressed in his standard suit and tie business ensemble.*

“Paul Heyman," the cameraman asks. "Last week, you dropped a surprise with the debut of Takashi Sugiura, revealing him as the trainer behind Havok. Tonight, Sugiura makes his in-ring debut as Shelton Benjamin while Havok and KES deal with the McKeesport Mafia. What do you have in store for tonight, given that Minoru Suzuki, Zack Sabre Jr., and several of the Jr. Heavyweight members of Suzuki-gun are out of the country on a small tour of Europe?”

"First off, allow me to formally introduce to the world of NFW, Takashi Sugiura," Heyman says proudly as the camera pans over to Sugiura, who has a cigar in his mouth and blows a puff of smoke into the camera.

"This is a man who is a 4-time GHC Heavyweight Championship, a 4-time GHC Heavyweight Championship, and before that, a 2-time GHC Jr. Heavyweight Championship and 2-time GHC Jr. Heavyweight Championship. This is a man who has done it all in Japan and when the opportunity came for him to rejoin Suzuki-gun and to act as a mentor to Havok, that was all he needed to leave the comforts of Japan. Now, Shelton Benjamin. There's a match that pure wrestling fans will want to record. Shelton, we know of the pedigree you bring to the ring and while there's nothing personal, you're guilty of poor choice by association. And Mr. Sugiura will no doubt show you why he was Pro Wrestling NOAH's most dominant champion and why he is to be feared not only for the training he's given to Havok, but for his in-ring acumen.

And speaking of your associates in the McKeesport Mafia, tonight you gentlemen get to step in the ring with one more time with the Killer Elite Squad and Havok. For all the training Havok has gotten from the likes of Minoru Suzuki and Takashi Sugiura, I'd like to thing he may have picked up a few 'bad' habits teaming with the likes of Lance Archer and Davey "Boy" Smith Jr., primarily the joy that comes in just beating the ever loving crap out of anyone who opposes him in the ring. Havok's time is now, and if you look at the determination and burning anger in this man's eyes," Heyman says as the camera zooms in on an intense psychotic look on Havok's face, "you will know that he is not one to wait for his time to come. His time is now. And tonight, you gentlemen have the distinct displeasure of standing in this man's way," Heyman says sternly.

"So, Mr. Cameraman, you want to know what we have in store for tonight? It is one that is both simple and succinct. Tonight, all business with the McKeesport Mafia ends tonight. And it will end with a systematic dismantling of the men opposing these four tonight. Get ready Mafia, these men have been eager to deliver a little payback, and it will come with a receipt, courtesy of Havok. Now, if you will excuse me, we have matches to prepare for and strategies to discuss. As always, it's been YOUR pleasure," Heyman concludes as Archer pie faces the camera, causing the cameraman to stumble and fall backward, with the camera recording Heyman and Suzuki-gun walking away from the entranceway towards the locker rooms as the scene fades to black.

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Shelton Benjamin defeated Takashi Sugiura, by pinfall in 19:11, after slipping out of an Olympic Slam attempt and hitting a devastating SUPERKICK that rocked the Japanese veteran.

HANSON
"OH, SUPERKICK!!! SHELTON BENJAMIN!!"

As Sugiura stood rocked, Shelton hoisted him up into a T-Bone Suplex and went for the cover.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

REYNOLDS
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!"

KLAZZIC
"Revenge is sweet, for Shelton Benjamin tonight, folks!!!!"

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Shifting away from the ring, the camera found it's way in the locker room where Nico Salvatore was seen taking sharp jabs, crosses and hooks at a heavy bag. Something he was often seen doing, as part of his routine of staying in shape. Sweat beaded down his face, neck and arms. His tanktop was already soaked almost entirely.

The camera watched him for a moment as he continued to wail away at the bag until a heavy, thunderous knocking came from the locker room door. Someone wasn't just knocking. They were BANGING on the door. More annoyed than anything else, Nico lowered his fists and turned in the direction of the door, putting his taped hands on his hips.

"Who the fuck is it?!" He called out in his moderate Brooklyn accent. Only when the door opening was heard did his irritated expression relax some and the man lowered his hands. "Oh...hey pop. The fuck you bangin' on my door like you're the goddamn FBI tryin' t'accuse me of bangin' a minor for?"

As Nico spoke, the crowd in the arena gave an ominous mix of cheers and boos. As always, a mixed reaction as his father, Doomsday, came into the frame, wearing his mask, black jeans and a black, long sleeved Sepultura shirt with his hair tied up behind his head. The gigantic man, who towered over even his son, looked the young man over, then over at the bag before nodding in approval and reached up to slap Nico's arm lightly. "How's it going, kid?"

Nico shrugged, reaching for a bottle of water. "'Bout as good as I can tell. I lose a fuckin' title match to Maxi-Pad LePoon and now my first booking after is in the pre-show to WrestleWar in a goddamn Battle Royale to earn a shot at a lesser belt. How the hell you think I'm doin'?"

Doomsday nodded, silently chuckling a little before reacting to something with a small sigh. He rolled his shoulder, notably his right one and crooked his neck to the side with a crack.

It wasn't often people saw Nico Salvatore show concern for anybody. Then again, they'd never seen a one on one interaction with himself and either of his family too often. "You alright, pop?" The young man asked, looking up with -- surprisingly enough -- concern in his normally cold eyes.

Doomsday nodded slightly. "I think so. Yeah. It's kinda why I came here." The monster, who...for some reason looked uncharacteristically vulnerable right now, motioned for Nico to join him over by the bench. "C'mere. I wanna talk to you for a second."

A dreaded look came over Nico's face as he sipped from his water. "You want me to go get Adrian?" He thumbed to the door.

Doomsday shook his head. "No, no. It's nothing that serious. I just need you for this." He said before turning towards the camera man. Here, the terrifying monster came out as he jabbed a finger at the lens. "You! Get out! NOW!!" Shrinking back, the camera man began backing away towards the locker room door as the shot cut back to ringside.

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After the Great White North, represented by Scott Leroux, Rick Dickulous, Pitt and El Piso Mojado had arrived to the ring, their opponents representing CHAOS made their way to the ring to the sound of Kazuchika Okada's "Rainmaker" theme. Surprisingly, however, it was only Kazuchika Okada, Hirooki Goto and Tomohiro Ishii approaching the ring.

REYNOLDS
"Umm...guys? Am I missing something?"

HANSON
"If you are, I'm sure we all are, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"Where the hell's Nakamura?"

KLAZZIC
"Shinsuke Nakamura, ladies and gentlemen, is supposed to be in this match. This is supposed to be an eight man tag match."

HANSON
"They'll have to bring it down to a six-man if they can get the referee and Great White North to agree to it. If not, they'll have to forfeit!"

Inside the ring, Kazuchika Okada called for a microphone from Roger Arden and slowly came to stand in the center of the ring. "I know." He nodded. "I know. You are...confused. This is supposed to be eight man tag matchup." The crowd boo'd, knowing something was going on. Okada continued. "I must apologize. Nakamura-san. He had...issue...with his visa. He is unable to be here, tonight. So sorry." He bowed to the fans.

HANSON
"Oh bullcrap! What's going on, really?"

Raising a finger up to silence the boos, Okada continued. "But!! But...if...." He turned towards the Great White North. "If our opponents would allow it. We are prepared to substitute Nakamura-san so that YOU---" He motioned to the crowd, "--get what you paid for. So...what say you, Great White North?"

Scott Leroux, Rick Dickulous, Pitt and El Piso Mojado came together for a quiet discussion in a circle.

REYNOLDS
"I wonder what CHAOS is up to."

KLAZZIC
"I doubt it's good. I'll tell you that much."

After a moment, the GWN members turned back towards CHAOS and began motioning for Okada to bring out their new fourth man. Scott Leroux turned towards the stage, spreading his arms to 'welcome' the substitute for Shinsuke Nakamura.

"Arigatou gozaimasu." Okada said with a nod. "Thank you guys!" He said and discarded the mic, beginning to remove his entrance gear as....

The opening chords to "Intoxication" filled the arena. The crowd immediately began booing in disgust.

REYNOLDS
"WHAT?"

HANSON
"Are you serious, right now? No damn way."

KLAZZIC
"Not what I expected to be Okada's first choice for a substitute...."

On the stage, CHAOS' own Toru Yano appeared, dressed to compete with that wide, twisted, devious smile on his face, carrying his bottle of water and DVD in his hands. Yano approached the ring down the ramp, taunting the front row with the DVD as he did; extending it out as if it were a souvenir only to snatch it back and laugh at the fans. Finally, Yano reached the ring as Roger Arden formally announced him. He drank from his water, spit it into the air and then whipped the rest of what was in the bottle right at Scott Leroux with a hysterical laugh. A laugh that was cut short as the Tapout King burst out of his team's corner and jumped right onto the Sublime Master Thief.

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The eight man tag team match ran for an exciting 32:18 when Scott Leroux hit Toru Yano with a Snap German Suplex before rolling himself back to where he was sitting on Toru Yano's legs to go for the pin. Yano managed to kick out, however, launching Leroux into the ropes. As the referee came to check on Yano who suddenly began acting as if he was hurt, the crowd exploded with commotion.

HANSON
"HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!!! FROM THE CROWD!! THE REF DOESN'T SEE IT!!!"

KLAZZIC
"HE IS HERE!!!!"

As the commentary team called the action, Shinsuke Nakamura came from the crowd, jumping over the barricade and ran up onto the ring apron, running and hitting Scott Leroux with a stiff knee to the head before jumping back down to the floor and backing away from the ring.

REYNOLDS
"OUCH!! KNEE TO THE HEAD!!"

HANSON
"OKADA TOLD US HE COULDN'T BE HERE!!! THIS WAS A SETUP!!"

Once Yano noticed that the plan had been carried out, he scrambled over and rolled Scott Leroux up into a schoolboy, blocking the referee's view just enough so he could pull on the tights.

HANSON
"HEY! HE'S GOT THE TIGHTS!! YANO HAS THE TIGHTS!! REF!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

KLAZZIC
"YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!! THAT SNEAKY LITTLE WEASEL!!!!"

Laughing hysterically, Toru Yano slid out of the ring, coming to join Okada, Goto and Ishii as he pointed to himself, asking if he really just did what he thought he did. As "Intoxication" filled the arena again, Scott Leroux sat up onto his knees, holding his head with an enraged look on his face as he turned to glare at CHAOS moving up the ramp. Smiling back at him...Yano just did his "Beats Me" shrug to Leroux before laughing and pointing at the man. As an angry Pitt, Rick and Piso came to help him up, Scott searched the arena quickly until he spotted Shinsuke Nakamura grinning from the crowd, backing up towards the backstage area.

Back on the ramp, CHAOS was taunting fans the entire way.

HANSON
"You okay, Matt?"

The camera cut back to Matt Klazzic who sat in his chair, shaking his head in disgust.

KLAZZIC
"I'm sick of this, Nick Hanson and James Reynolds."

REYNOLDS
"What are you sick of?"

Suddenly, Matt Klazzic threw off his headset and got up out of his chair, heading over to the timekeeper.

HANSON
"Where are you going, Matt? Matt!!"

The camera followed Matt Klazzic over to the table as he took the microphone from Roger Arden and brought up, turning to face the ramp after sliding into the ring.

"Hey Goto! What are you doing next week? How about it? One-on-one, you and me. I'm not going to sit by and watch you and your group try to run roughshod over NFW in front of these nice fans."

REYNOLDS
"Is he out of his goddamn mind?"

Matt Klazzic continued in the ring. "How about you bring your Strong Style and try to take it down King's Road?"

The fans cheers quickly rose to a deafening volume as Kazuchika Okada, Toru Yano and Tomohiro Ishii turned to look at Hirooki Goto. Inside the ring, Matt Klazzic was backed up by the Great White North members with Rick Dickulous slapping him on the shoulder. Cutting back to CHAOS, on the ramp, the crowd watched as Hirooki Goto pointed to Matt Klazzic...then pointed back to himself with a thumb...and nodded.

HANSON
"Is that a yes?!"

REYNOLDS
"I think so, Nicky!! Goto says yes!!"

HANSON
"Matt Klazzic's got his match!! Another potential classic to be made at WrestleWar!!"

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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.

"If you're looking for a moonshine that goes down smoother than the rest but still carries with it everything there is to love about it, try a bottle of Rebel Spirits! It comes in all the best flavors! Key Lime, Sweet Tea, Peach Cobbler, Peppermint."

"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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Suzuki-gun defeated The McKeesport Mafia, by pinfall in 15:37, when Havok pinned Carmine Moretti after Killer Elite Squad delivered a devastating Killer Bomb. Following the match, Havok immediately locked Carmine Moretti up into the same armbar lock he had used on Shelton Benjamin the previous week.

HANSON
"Oh, now c'mon!"

KLAZZIC
"Enough is enough!"

"Brutal Force" faded out as the time keeper began frantically ringing the bell over and over while Havok continued to add torque to the maneuver. Lance Archer and Davey Boy Smith Jr, at this point, had exited the ring and took to attacking Big Daddy Payne and Andrew Payne again while they were getting up to their feet.

REYNOLDS
"Someone's gotta stop this!"

Meanwhile, Sugiura and Taichi rejoin KES, Havok and Heyman in the ring, with Taichi handing a mic to Heyman as he holds the Suzuki-gun flag folded up in his hand.*

"Ladies and gentlemen. Let this be a warning to the rest of the talent in the back. Just because we don't have the rest of Suzuki-gun here tonight doesn't mean you have earned the right to take us lightly. We have our eyes set on the gold your champions carry. And we will no doubt, be more than happy to relieve you all of your burden. And this message goes out to you, the King of Pro Wrestling, Minoru Suzuki. We would like to dedicate this dismantling of the McKeesport Mafia to you and we're more than eager to await your return. And for the rest of you, be weary, because Suzuki-gun is ready to march, and we have no intentions to leave anyone in our way standing. And that's because Suzuki-gun is not just the best...," Heyman says before he is suddenly surprised by Havok, who takes the mic from his hand.

"Suzuki-gun...ICHIBAAAAN!" Havok growls into the mic as Heyman smiles confidently and Taichi unfurls the Suzuki-gun flag in front of the group as the Suzuki-gun theme starts to play.



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Sitting in the parking lot, where the match is about to take place, we see Ethan Skinner, in his rip away tux wearing a tricorne, with a peacock feather sticking out of the top, with all of the cars pointed inwards, with the rest of the Dominion of Pain in attendance as well. Judas Lasher, seen with the equally machiavellian LeeAnn Viskan with both the Tag Belts and the Mixed Tag belts on her shoulders. Speaking of the Mixed Tag Belts, Crimson Sabre, is sitting on top of a hood nearby. Tag belt at his feet. Belphegor, one half of the the Tag Team champs standing silent guardian. Doomsday was not present - last seen approaching his son. Lastly, Buzzsaw, the reigning and Defending T.V Champ and the New Breed Leader Lara Blackheart.

“So I was sitting backstage, ruminating, oh wait that is too big a word for you eh Tyler. I was t h i n k i n g about our last meeting and talking over the whole thing as a group. At first I was giving you credit for getting my attention with your little stunt. Then was reminded that actually getting my attention was, unwise.“

He waves his fingers in a playful, sadistic cocky fashion with a smile to match. “ Hi Candi”

“And then it dawned on my girl Lara, the reason you kicked me, is because your jealous”

He takes the hand he was waving with and places his forefinger painfully close to his thumb.

“We ALL know what I am talking about don’t we Tyler. You’re sheep enough to attack me, obviously angering Maxi-pad. Yet, doing it with fair warning, fairly given. With a touch of honour and class. I could have taken, I could have accepted. You snuck in the back door. And for that you will pay. You <pause> Will <pause> Pay. I ma not done with you, and the violence level I bring to playing field, I promise you, you won’t be able to withstand.“

He smirks, eyes closed. Obviously imagining the carnage to follow in just a few short moments.

“So come on out here, and meet me in what I am sure will be a five star match, and let’s show these maggots what kind of men we are. I. Am. Waiting."

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Ethan Skinner defeated Tyler Grey, by pinfall in 11:45, out in the Parking Lot Brawl when a fan garbed from head to toe in Seattle Seahawks gear ran out of the group of spectators, after Tyler Grey had locked in Judgement Day on Ethan Skinner and kicked Grey right in the head to break the submission hold. The commentary team was calling the match from inside the arena.

HANSON
"What the hell?!"

REYNOLDS
"Who the fuck is this idiot?! Get that fan out of here!"

The 'fan' shoved referee James Greer away and picked Tyler Grey up after putting some boots to him and irish whipped him into the side of a car.

REYNOLDS
"Is this one of those goddamn Dominion of Pain followers?!"

As Tyler Grey stumbled back from being thrown into the car, the 'fan' hit a rather precise, impressive SUPERKICK right to the man's jaw, knocking him to the pavement. From there, the fan hurried over, grabbing Ethan Skinner and helped him over to where Tyler Grey lied and beckoned for the referee to count the pin.

"Count it, count it, count it!" Said the fan in a muffled but...oddly familiar voice.

"Get the hell out of here! I'm gonna call security!" The referee snapped.

"No DQ, jackass! Count the damn pin!"

Rolling his eyes in frustration, James Greer dropped to the pavement.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

"Winner, by pinfall! Ethan Skinner!" James Greer motioned to the Dominion of Pain member before turning to the ornery fan who began to uncover his face, pulling off the black Seahawks beanie before starting to pull the dark green balaclava off of his face. When he was completely unmasked, James Greer relented and threw his hands up in the air. "What are you doing out here, Adam?!"

The camera panned around, revealing Tyler Grey's attacker, not as a 'fan' but as none other than--

"ADAM COLE, BAY-BAY!!!!" Adam shouted as he threw up his hands, backing away from the scene of the match.

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Cutting back to the inside of the arena, the camera focused back on Nico Salvatore's locker room door just as it was opening. First seen, was Doomsday, coming out of the room with Nico behind him, minus the tape on his hands.

"So, you're good with that, kid?" Doomsday asked, slowly turning to the younger man.

Nico nodded. "You're confiding in me for something like this, you've got my word, old man."

Doomsday nodded slowly, giving Nico a fist bump before turning and heading off down the hallway.

After a pause, Nico looked up and after Doomsday. "Yo, Dad!"

Doomsday stopped, slowly looking over his shoulder as he pulled a burner phone out of his pocket.

"Maybe go see, Adrian, huh?" He said, thoughtfully. "She seems kinda rough lately."

"I plan on it." Doomsday said in his deep, cold, gruff tone before Nico went back into his locker room. Here, Doomsday punched in a number and brought the phone up to his ear as he walked away from the camera. After a few seconds, he could faintly be heard speaking. "Hey, brother man. Long time. How's shit with you?" He paused, letting whoever it was on the other line answer. "Good, good. Listen, I wanted to run something by you...."

The shot cut back to ringside where the commentators looked between one another.

HANSON
"Umm...I'm part intrigued...and part...I don't know."

REYNOLDS
"I fucking hate when Doomsday starts planning shit! It's never good for anyone else!"

KLAZZIC
"The Bane of Professional Wrestling, ladies and gentlemen."

REYNOLDS
"Hah! I like that! More like the bane of all mankind!"

KLAZZIC
"No, James. I mean Bane like...you know, the Batman guy. Big, strong, mean, dangerous but the mind of a genius. That's Doomsday. He's got the brain of a strategist inside the body of a monster. Like Bane."

HANSON
"Good analogy, Matt!"

REYNOLDS
"Why are you such a goddamn dork, Matt?!"

HANSON
Can it you two. It's time for our next contest! Here come NFW's newest acquisitions!"

REYNOLDS
"Oh god, no...."

KLAZZIC
"Wait, wait!"

We hear the rustle of a headset as Matt Klazzic hurries to get to his feet.

REYNOLDS
"What are you doing, now?!"

KLAZZIC
"You just gotta dance with these two!"

REYNOLDS

"Aw, Christ...."

The Smalls Twins run out onto the stage together, stopping in sync and grinning at each other before yelling out "Y'all ain't ready for this!" 'Party Up' starts to play as they start dancing to the song together for a bit before making their way down the ramp, dancing the whole way down as they high-five the fans, making their way to the ring.

As this is going on, the camera took a moment to snap back to the announce table where Matt Klazzic was in the middle busting out every 'white boy dance move' in the book.

Announcer: Making their way to the ring from Sleepy Hollow, New York, weighing in at a combined total of 305 lbs... it's Kimi and Kyle... The Smalls Twins!

Kyle climbs the stairs with Kimi behind him and holds open the bottom rope for her and allows her to climb in before climbing in himself. They dance in the ring together for a bit until the music fades out and they bounce off the ropes a bit as they get into their corner, removing their sunglasses and leather vests.

REYNOLDS
"Thank god, it's over! Will you sit the fuck down?!"

HANSON
"Those were some interesting moves, Matt."

KLAZZIC
"Thank you, Nick!"

REYNOLDS
"You make me embarrassed to be white, Matt. Then again, so do those two in there!"

KLAZZIC
"You have no sense of fun, James Reynolds. None."

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The Smalls Twins defeated The Dominion of Pain, by pinfall in 18:22, after digging deep for everything they had, until Kyle Smalls was able to cover LeeAnn Viskan after he and Kimi hit Bombs Away!!

"Party Up" blared throughout the arena again while the Smalls Twins celebrated excitedly to the cheering crowd.

REYNOLDS
"DID THEY JUST...?! DID THEY...?!"

HANSON
"WOW!!!"

KLAZZIC
"OH YES THEY DID!!"

HANSON
"KYLE AND KIMI SMALLS!! THEY JUST WON A MATCH AGAINST THE MIXED TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS!!"

KLAZZIC
"Aaaaaaand there's that little rule within NFW that saaaaaaaays - c'mon, Nick! Say it!"

HANSON
"If you pin a champion, you earn the right to challenge for their championship. In their second match in NFW, The Smalls Twins have earned the right - should they choose to - to challenge the Dominion of Pain for the Mixed Tag Team Championship!! Will they do so? Only they can tell! We'll have to see! They don't have to do it here and now. So long as Viskan and Crimson Sabre hold those belts, the Smalls Twins can call them out!"

KLAZZIC
"You can't say they didn't earn it, guys! That was one hell of a match!"

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Briefly cutting back stage, the camera focused on a pair of women's hands being wrapped up in purple tape. The camera panned back to show that it was Adam Cole, administering the tape to the hands of Angel Kusanagi. Ozzy Osbourne's "Let Me Hear You Scream" played out in the arena as it appeared Adam Cole was talking to Angel who didn't seem too interested in what he had to say. She was, as usual, focused off in her own world.

In the background, fans could recognize Mia Hayashi getting ready as well while, off to the side, Adrianna Salvatore sat, already in full gear, with her hands folded together, her head down with the hood of her vest up as she sat in a chair.

HANSON
"And there you see, folks, The Unwanted. Mia Hayashi, Angel Kusanagi and Adrianna Salvatore will be competing in our main event against Shelley Silver and Team Merlex. A six-woman tag match that may have more personal grievances than we ever thought they would."

KLAZZIC
"These women are supposed to be friends, Nick! Are we sure this match is gonna go clean? I don't wanna see neither Alex nor Adrianna's emotions get the better of them!"

REYNOLDS
"Fuck it! They wanna fight? Let 'em fight!"

HANSON
"Well, that's just what they're gonna do later tonight!"

The shot faded out to a commercial....

....Fading back in from the commercial break, the camera panned slowly over the arena as the crowd got ready for the second to final contest.

HANSON
"Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. We just mentioned our main event - the six woman tag match - but first, we're getting ready for another six-man tag match. A little preview for next week at WrestleWar when the Tag Team Championship belts go on the line!"

REYNOLDS
"I'm gonna leave you two to this before this shit even starts. Good day, gentlemen!"

HANSON
"Hey, where are you going? Jim? Jim!!"

KLAZZIC

"Ahhhh, let him run."

As "Firing Squad" echoed throughout the arena, Bullet Club's Jado lead the way as the G.O.D and Taiji Ishmori appeared out on the stage, flaunting their home-promotion gold from NJPW.

HANSON
"Well, here they come, Matt. Tama Tonga...Tanga Loa...Taiji Ishimori. You see it there, they already possess New Japan's six-man NEVER Openweight Tag Team Championship with their third man, Taiji Ishmori. They have the opportunity next week to score NFW gold when they take on the Tag Team Champions."

As the Bullet Club made their way passed the camera, Ishimori stopped to flaunt not only his part of the six-man belts but his IWGP Junior Heavyweight Title.

KLAZZIC
"And there you see the man they call the Bone Soldier. New Japan's new Junior Heavyweight Champion, and you gotta believe he'll have his eye on NFW's. He may not be in the fatal fourway match. He was eliminated, BUT!! I've followed this man's career and I know that will do anything but dissuade him from trying again."

HANSON
"How'd you like to see him take on the likes of someone like Tyler Grey for that belt? Or AKI?"

KLAZZIC
"Oh, you know I'd love that, Nick!"

HANSON
"Hell, if he pins Buzzsaw in this match, he can challenge for the Television Championship!"

KLAZZIC
"Not before the champ defends at Wrestle War!"

HANSON
"Ahhhh yes. Kenny Omega, folks! That'll be a good one, for sure!"

KLAZZIC
"Why did James Reynolds run off, anyway?"



HANSON
"There's your answer, right there."

KLAZZIC
"Oh boy."

As Ghost's "Year Zero" sounded, the tag team of Ultra-Violence with Buzzsaw came out onto the stage, each sporting their respective championship belts. Buzzsaw posed in front of the two giants with the Television Championship while Doomsday and Belphegor raised the Tag Team Titles up as a silent taunt before all making their way down to the ring.

HANSON
"One has to wonder, Matt. What do you think Doomsday and Nico Salvatore talked about?"

KLAZZIC
"I wish I knew, Nick! And what was that phone call about?"

HANSON
"I don't blame, James Reynolds for feeling uncomfortable around these guys. They're definitely intimidating."

KLAZZIC
"You don't draw their ire, though, by antagonizing them with inane remarks."

HANSON
"True, true."

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The Dominion of Pain made relatively short work of the Bullet Club when Buzzsaw locked in the DNR on Taiji Ishmori, forcing him to tap out at 10:19.

HANSON
"There it is, folks, another win for the Dominion."

KLAZZIC
"Unfortunately, Nick. Seems like a common theme lately."

HANSON:
"Sounds to me like you're still a little upset from last week, Matt..."

KLAZZIC:
"Why would I be upset, Nick?"

HANSON
"After that match last week with Rick Dickulous, didn't Ultra Violence end up attacking you?"

As the two exchanged words, Buzzsaw, Doomsday, and Belphegor celebrated in the middle of the ring. As they celebrated, Doomsday stopped in front of the announce table while still in the ring, staring intently at Matt Klazzic.

HANSON
"I think he's staring at you, Matt..."

The camera cuts to the announce table, Reynolds excitedly looking on, calling the action, while Matt held Doomday's gaze while speaking.

KLAZZIC
"So I've noticed Nick."

HANSON
"I think he's...he is! He's goading my colleague to come into the ring!"

In a wide angle shot, Doomsday pointed at Matt, then slowly crooked a finger repeatedly, pointing at the centre of the ring. Noticing this, Belphegor and Buzzsaw began joining in, each climbing a turnbuckle taunting at the announce table.

HANSON
"Folks, this is dangerous...as much as it's good television, I really don't wanna die...Ultra Violence and Buzzsaw have all turned their attention to Matt Klazzic beside me..."

KLAZZIC
"Just stay behind me if they decide to come over here, Nick...I'll make sure you get out of here safely."

Doomsday slowly exited the ring and made his way towards the announce table. As he stopped in front of Matt Klazzic he pointed in his face, his piercing gaze and sudden movement causing both men to flinch. Doomsday then drew the thumb of the hand he was just pointing with across his throat menacingly. As Belphegor jumped down and joined Doomsday in front of Matt, who was now looking around slightly panicked, the crowd slowly rose in volume to a deafening cheer as from the back sprinted Rick Dickulous!

Noticing the change in the crowd, Buzzsaw hopped down from the turnbuckle and back to the centre of the ring, readying himself for Rick's imminent attack, eyeing the big man the whole way down the ramp.

Noticing Buzzsaw ready in the ring, Rick ran around the outside of the ring directly at Ultra Violence!

As Buzzsaw mounted the turnbuckle nearest to the announce table calling to Doomsday and Belphegor, Matt Klazzic suddenly stood up, distracting them long enough for Rick to hit Doomsday from behind! As Belphegor turned to atrack Rick, Matt Klazzic suddenly began attacking Belphegor! As the four brawled outside the ring, Buzzsaw began looking like he was planning an attack while Ultra Violence began getting the upper hand.

HANSON
"THIS IS INSANE!!! LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, I'M CALLING THIS BY MYSELF AS BEST I CAN!! RICK DICKULOUS AND MY BROADCAST PARTNER, MATT KLAZZIC ARE IN A HEATED BRAWL WITH ULTRA-VIOLENCE!! HELL, THIS IS A STRAIGHT UP FIGHT!! BUT THEY HAVE TO WORRY ABOUT BUZZSAW, AS WELL!!"

Again the crowd's volume began rising, this time louder than the last as from the back came Kenny Omega at a full sprint!

HANSON
"WAIT A MINUTE!!! IT'S OMEGA!!!! KENNY OMEGA!!! BUZZSAW'S OPPONENT FOR WRESTLE WAR!! WHAT'S HE DOING?!"

As Buzzsaw was preparing to jump into the fray, Kenny Omega ran right up behind him and grabbed him onto his shoulders off of the turnbuckle in an instant setup for the One Winged Angel!!

HANSON
"OMEGA'S GOT BUZZSAW UP!!! IF HE HITS THIS NEXT WEEK, WE COULD HAVE A NEW TELEVISION CHAMPION!!"

Buzzsaw managed to slip out of the hold somehow and rolled down onto the mat, springing back up to his feet to face Kenny, the two men eyeing each other down as the crowd began to chant:

THIS IS AWESOME!!

THIS IS AWESOME!!

THIS IS AWESOME!!

HANSON
"THE CROWD IS ABSOLUTELY RIGHT! THIS IS AWESOME!!"

Then, as if on cue, the two rushed at each other, meeting in the centre of the ring in a vicious trade of strikes.

HANSON
"ANOTHER PREVIEW FOR WRESTLEWAR FOLKS!! SEATTLE IS ON THEIR FEET!!"

As the two separate brawls continued, referees and security ended up flooding ringside to break the men up. Among the commotion, Kenny Omega ended up backing up into the Firing Squad members just as Kota Ibushi and the Young Bucks ran down to help in breaking the fight up. While the brawl between he and Buzzsaw had died down, a verbal altercation now ended up sparking between the Firing Squad and the Golden Elite.

"Best keep yo ass focused on that fool!" Tanga Loa taunted Omega, pointing over at Buzzsaw. "Y'all don't want none of this shit!"

"You guys are a fucking joke!" Omega snapped back, pointing over the referees at the G.O.D. "Bullet Club is dead because of you two!"

This only seemed to add fuel to the fire as now, the Firing Squad tried to get at the Golden Elite and the referees had to keep them apart as the shot faded out to another commercial.

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In the main event of the evening, The Unwanted defeated Team Merlex and Shelley Silver, by pinfall in 17:41, when Adrianna Salvatore countered a whip off of the ropes and hit Alex Brody with a thunderous clothesline that sent her reeling back into Mia Hayashi who popped her up onto her shoulders.

REYNOLDS
"HERE IT IS, NICKY!! MATT, YOU WANNA SAY IT WITH ME?!"

KLAZZIC
"I do not, Jim!!"

REYNOLDS
"SUPREEEEEEME....THUNDEEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!!!!!!"

James Reynolds called out at the top of his lungs as Mia drove Alex down and caught her leg for the pin.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!



New Year's Day's "Anthem Of The Unwanted" erupted throughout the arena as Mia Hayashi released Alex Brody's leg and got to her feet, silently moving to her corner and high fiving Adrianna and Angel in victory. As Alex Brody got to her feet, Erin Mercer and Shelley Silver entered the ring to regroup with her, only for the No. 1 Contender to step passed them and meet Adrianna Salvatore who was already approaching. The two came to the center of the ring, getting face to face as much as they could given the inches in height difference.

HANSON
"Oh, look out now. C'mon, girls. No."

KLAZZIC
"Oh, I hate this. I do."

As the referee came over with the Women's Championship, Adrianna took it from her, lifting it up beside herself and Alex. She looked at the title, then to Alex...coldly. Alex's eyes only briefly shifted to the belt while mostly staying locked, angrily on Adrianna until Erin Mercer and Shelley Silver tentatively tried to separate the two. Once they had enough room between them Erin took Alex by the shoulders and seemed to be pleading with her. Meanwhile, Shelley stood as a one woman wall in front of Adrianna, motioning for her to just back up and go...but a blindly angered Adrianna stepped up into Shelley's face then. The crowd reacted with a mixture of boos for what seemed to be a friendship on thin ice and with anticipating cheers of what was another two hard hitting athletes getting nose to nose. This time around, it was Mia Hayashi who ended up having to coax Adrianna back.

HANSON
"That almost escalated. Real fast."

KLAZZIC
"Now the champ should know, of all people, Shelley's definitely no pushover. She'll knock her own friends on their ass if she needs to!"

REYNOLDS
"Damned if I don't wanna see them go again, though!"

HANSON
"I don't think any of us would mind that but not with any bad blood between the two. Not like this!"

KLAZZIC
"Well, Adrianna Salvatore and Alex Brody are gonna meet at Wrestle War. I just hope they have a good match and may the best woman win! I wanna see a handshake after this!"

HANSON
"Speaking of Wrestle War, Matt, you have a match yourself, now. Go get 'em!"

KLAZZIC
"Yes, indeed, Nick Hanson. I'll be lending a hand to the Great White North in their fight against CHAOS. They've done so much in helping me, it's the least I can do."

HANSON
"Ladies and gentlemen, our pal here will be opening the show up in singles action against CHAOS' own Hirooki Goto. Matt, good luck to you on that one, my friend."

KLAZZIC
"Thank you so much, Nick!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey, you know what, Matt? Kick his fucking ass, man. Seriously. I'm pulling for you on this one as an NFW guy."

KLAZZIC
"I appreciate it, Jim. You know I'm not gonna go down easily because Klazzic, gentlemen...."

REYNOLDS
"Oh boy...."

KLAZZIC
"...is forever!"

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Returning from the commercial break, the camera reveals ring announcer, Roger Arden, standing in the center of the ring by a table with a hardback folder on the surface.

"Ladies and gentlemen, at this time, please welcome NFW Commissioner, Steven Brody."

From the corner behind Arden, Steven Brody stepped forward, taking the microphone from the man with a nod before the announcer stepped out of the ring. Meanwhile, Steven Brody brought the microphone up. "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. Thank you for being here tonight and I hope you've enjoyed the performances of the men and women that make New Frontier Wrestling what it is and always has been - one of the greatest professional wrestling promotions to ever come into existence, regardless of our high and low times."

REYNOLDS
"Damn right, Steve!"

HANSON
"He lets you call him Steve?"

REYNOLDS
"Well no, but---"

KLAZZIC
"He lets me call him Steve."

REYNOLDS
"Wait, WHAT?!"

Continuing in the ring, Brody motioned up to the large, illuminated sign above the ring. "Wrestle War, folks. This has always been our biggest test of the year in entertaining each and every one of you. It's what you might call, to reference our business partners in Japan, our Wrestle Kingdom. The one show where everyone performing throws caution to the wind, puts on their game faces...." A small smirk crossed his face. "And go absolutely balls to the wall with everything they've got."

Brody paused to allow a cheer from the crowd before he continued. "Now, it's no doubt that each and every match you're gonna see next week has high stakes. Some are for championships, some are a little more personal, and some...as we've been seeing as of late...are both." He turned silently towards the ramp. He would have been lying if he said seeing the issues his daughter was dealing with didn't make him feel helpless as there was nothing he could really do. It was out of his jurisdiction, now. That wasn't what had even brought him out here. However, the fans had been anticipating this very moment all night. Moving closer to the table, he placed a hand on the black folder. "One of those matches, ladies and gentlemen, is the main event of Wrestle War. A one on one contest for the NFW Heavyweight Championship. Tonight, you will witness the contract signing between two of the most talked about men in this entire industry. While years apart, both men are well known in the sport with one man already having over a decade long tenure and the other being a well known legend in NFW itself. Each man will sign on the dotted line and give their final comments face to face before meeting, next week, for the most prestigious prize this company has to offer. So, without further adue, ladies and gentlemen, at this time, please welcome to the ring: The winner of the first ever Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament and number one contender for the NFW Heavyweight Championship - The King of Pain, Judas -- Lasher!!" Lowering the microphone, Steven Brody turned towards the stage as the crowd reacted.

~AVE SATANAS~

As his theme song from Venom, Inc began to play, "The King of Pain" made his way out onto the ramp, for once completely alone. No LeeAnn, no Alessandra, no Dominion. He stood there, hair tied back, pinstriped black suit and sunglasses making him look like some Satanic mob boss. With a confident, determined stare, the legendary leader of The Dominion walked down the ramp, pausing on the ring apron to look out at the crowd, before stepping into the ring, giving an almost amused smirk to the commissioner as he walked past him.

With a nod to Judas Lasher, Steven Brody waited for the music to fade out before raising the microphone up again. "Welcome, Mr. Lasher. And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NFW World Heavyweight Champion - The Toronto Daredevil, Max -- LeBrun!!" Lowering the microphone again, Steven Brody stepped back away from the center of the ring.

Subsequently, Huntress' "Destroy Your Life" filled the arena with the usual lighting and fanfare. Like Judas, Max LeBrun appeared on the stage, without any members of the Renegades -- not even Candi Broduer -- at his side. Dressed all in black -- however more casual than his future opponent -- in jeans, boots, a Renegade shirt and a jacket, Max LeBrun scowled out at the audience and lifted the championship belt, arrogantly, into the air before bringing it back down onto his shoulder and making his way down the ramp. Once he finally entered the ring, Max made a beeline...right for Judas, getting up in the older man's face with a wicked, cocky smirk on his face as he sized him up. As Steven Brody slowly approached, however, Max LeBrun backed off and climbed a turnbuckle, raising the title up again before finally coming to a stop in the center of the ring with his music fading out.

Lifting the microphone up again, Steven Brody nodded to both men. "Welcome gentlemen, and thank you for agreeing to this public signing. I know the fans will appreciate it. Without dawdling too much, I'll ask that we get right down to business. Mr. Lasher, if you would please. Your signature, and then the floor is yours for any comments you wish to make." Steven Brody opened the folder, bringing it to place in front of Judas and offering him a pen before setting the microphone down beside the folder and stepped back to serve as the mediator between the two.

Judas took the pen, walking over to the contract. He bent down to write... but paused, standing back up to look at LeBrun.

"This is the part of these proceedings where, per tradition, the two combatants talk trash on one another, and inevitably come to blows in order to hype the upcoming match." He chuckled, shaking his head. "That will not be happening this night. No... instead? I am going to start by saying something not likely expected. Max LeBrun? I'm proud of you."

He paused again, loosening his tie a little. "I'm proud of you, because I remember when you debuted. A teenaged boy, more excited just to be there than you were to actually win. Green as hell, but filled to overbrimming with heart and drive. I remember the way you threw yourself into a feud with Kane, caring not an ounce for your own health. You were reckless. Brave... but stupid. And look at you now. Calm. Confident. On top of the very company that teenaged boy debuted in. It's been an inspiring run for you, Max."

He bent again, to sign his name, before tossing the pen to Brody.

"Sadly... that run ends next week. All good stories have an ending, Max. And WrestleWar is yours."

REYNOLDS
"Uh-oh...."

HANSON
"Wow...."

KLAZZIC
"You can cut this tension with a knife, gentlemen."

The camera focused on Max as Steven Brody picked up the pen and microphone. "Thank you, Judas Lasher." He said, offering the pen out to Max and slid the contract over his way. "Max?"

Max stood there, silently, staring across the table at Judas with utmost seriousness in his eyes. An arrogance, however, that was unlike that green young rookie years ago, burned in his eyes as he reached up, finally and plucked the pen out of Brody's hand. Wasting no time, he bent down to sign his name on the second line before clicking the tip in and went so far as to stick it into the Commissioner's pocket before grabbing the microphone from his hand and beginning to pace back and forth across from his opponent.

"So, what do you people wanna hear me say?" He looked out at the crowd, rhetorically. "You want me to get up in this old man's face and tell him he's wrong? That I knew exactly what I was doing when I threw myself into all that shit, thirteen years ago?" A moment passed before he shook his head. "Nah, you know what? He's right. I was green. I didn't know what I was doing. I took my mentor's advice out of context and I bit off more than I could chew. It nearly cost me my entire career. But since then? I did something that a lot of people just can't seem to do; I learned from my mistakes! I got better. Physically, mentally..." He turned towards Judas. "And technically. This man's also right that I'm calmer. That I'm more confident. If you want me to be honest, Judas, if we'd done this right here a couple months ago, trust me, I would have talked trash. I would have taken a shot at you. But I made a promise. If you remember at Season's Beatings when I took everyone on a trip down memory lane, you remember little Jennifer? I made her a promise not too long ago. I made a promise, on what's become a weird little friendship, given the circumstances between you and I. Hell, between your entire flock of sheep and my crew. I promised her...I promised Lara that I would be a good sport about all of this. That I would go into this match with the mentality of 'may the best man win. This could go either way.' But then...Season's Beatings rolled around...and you crossed the goddamn line. One of your people, crossed the line. One of your sheep...Crossed. The fucking. Line! And that's what's lead us to here, this very moment. There is nothing that would satisfy me more, right now, than to kick that Charles Manson smile off of your smug ass face. But I'm not gonna do that. Why? Because like everyone one of these fucking morons around us, it's probably what you expect. What I am gonna do...at WrestleWar, I'm gonna push you to your limit. I'm gonna throw everything at you that I've got. You think an old, washed up 'legend' like you has still got it? You think you can still hang with the youngsters? I'm gonna prove you wrong. I'm gonna beat you. I'm gonna break you. I'm gonna embarrass you in front of one of the biggest audiences in professional wrestling. And then, in the blink of an eye...." He reached up and snapped his fingers. "...I'm gonna end your legacy. Just like that. Because no matter how long or short we may run in this ring, next week...when you dance with the devil...all it takes is one second for the curtain to fall. One second...and you're waking up in the middle of this ring, realizing that you were wrong the whole time. You were wrong, and I was right. In one second, Judas -- one blink of an eye -- I'm gonna fulfill my promise I made at Season's Beatings. I'm gonna retain MY World Heavyweight Championship and I'm gonna do it in the name of the man you called your brother. The man that helped me swallow what little fear I had left before I went up against Kane. My career almost ended with the Dominion. Ironically? It's gonna truly begin...at the expense...of the Dominion. My legacy, Judas...begins...where yours...ends." He threw the microphone back down on the table, in the center, staring across at Judas with defiance in his eyes.

"Using Lara and Vlad against me. Impressive." Judas smirked, shaking his head. "This is the kind of thing that shows me you're for real. That you aren't some flash in the pan. You are most definitely going to have a long, decorated career on top of the wrestling world." Judas told him, before getting right back in Max's face again. "But don't for a MOMENT think that your time is now. You want to talk about honoring Vlad's memory? I pushed my body past it's limits to win the tournament bearing his name. Something YOU could not do. Your legacy just might begin where mine ends. If so.... I almost feel bad for you, because MY legacy is nowhere NEAR it's end. You're younger than me. You're faster than me. But one thing you are not... and will NEVER be... is BETTER than me."

A tense "ooooooooh" sounded from the crowd as Max stared across the table as Judas finished speaking. When he had done so, the champion stepped around the table, snatching up the microphone before Steven Brody could reach for it. "Let's make one thing clear, you self-centered, arrogant fuck. Ever since I set foot back into this company, I've been on the receiving end of people asking me 'why'. 'Why, Max?' 'Why did you come back like this?' 'What do you have against the previous generation?' You people wanna know my answer?" He pointed at Judas Lasher. "Motherfuckers like this!" He said, raising his tone. An audible anger as he spoke. "We can never be better than you. We can never surpass you. You've set the standard just SO GODDAMN HIGH that the future generations can never excel passed it. Ya see, that's just it, Judas. THAT...is MY motiviation! That is what gives me the confidence you're so proud of me having! That's what makes me so damn determined! Proving arrogant pieces of shit like YOU wrong, by showing you that I can be better than you, and that I am better than you! The world is gonna see that. These people are gonna see it, whether they goddamn like it or not!"

He extended an arm out to the audience, looking around them before turning to Judas again. "Ever since I stepped back into NFW, I've taken on 'legends' of the passed. I came back and beat the HELL out of the man -- one of YOUR old boys -- who almost ended my career. I beat my own mentor---" He grabbed the Heavyweight Championship, lifting it up in front of him, "---for THIS title!! I have defended it multiple times, since then!! And I will -- mark my words -- I WILL defend, the Heavyweight Championship, successfully, against YOU, at WrestleWar because YOU. CAN'T. BEAT. ME!!" Max turned, angrily calling to the fans. "HE CAN'T BEAT ME!! And deep down, he knows it!! Because it's like he said:" Max began to count on his fingers as he paced around the ring. "I'm younger, I'm faster, I'm---" Suddenly at the drop of a hat, or as Max put it earlier - in the blink of an eye - the microphone dropped from Max's hand and he turned on Judas, snapping his leg up and out, going for a SLAPSHOT out of nowhere!!

HANSON
"HEY, WAIT!!!"

REYNOLDS
"OH!!!"

KLAZZIC
"WATCH OUT!!"

Instead, however, Max LeBrun's foot seemed to purposefully whizz right by Judas Lasher's head with the full force of an actual kick before he brought it back and hopped back on his feet, grinning menacingly at the legendary King of Pain. It took the fans and even Steven Brody a second to realize just what had happened.

HANSON
"Ohhhhhh my GOD!! Did you see how fast Max LeBrun struck?!"

REYNOLDS
"He missed though!!"

KLAZZIC
"I don't think so, James Reynolds!"

HANSON
"Definitely not!"

As the commentators and crowd buzzed, Max continued to grin as he lifted up an index finger to indicate 'just one second' before using the same finger and tapping his temple as he smiled at Judas.

Visibly shocked, Judas stood completely still for a few seconds, before giving Max a sick, impressed grin. "Perhaps you're better than I gave you credit for, Mr. LeBrun." He stared daggers at the younger man, more sure than ever that he would need every ounce of strength left in him to win this war. "I owe it to you then... to make sure if you beat me at WrestleWar.... that you can then say you beat Judas Lasher at his best. I owe it to you to bring every ounce of violence, every ounce of sadism I have in me. Clear your schedule, Mr. LeBrun. Because win or lose.... you will most definitely need time to recover from the beating I will deliver. I will wear your title... AND your blood... as a badge of honor. Ave... Satanas."

REYNOLDS
"Oh. My. God, Nicky! Matt!"

KLAZZIC
"This has bad blood written all over it."

HANSON
"This is gonna be insane, guys. And it's all gonna happen next week at Madison Square Garden!! Wrestle War is coming folks!! Next week!! New York City!! Our biggest show if the year!! It's our crown jewel!! You don't wanna miss it!! We'll see you there!! So long, everyone!!"