Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Feb 4, 2019 16:44:09 GMT -8
Prior to the show's opening, a camera follows Rick Dickulous as he walks through the back halls of the arena. Stopping in front of a door he smiles and reaches out to knock on it loudly*
"Hey, Matt-guy?! You in there, bud?"
*As soon as Rick mentions the name Matt, the crowd roars briefly*
"Rick? C'mon in, buddy!"
*A slightly muffled voice yells from behind the door. Rick opens it and the camera pans over to Matt Klazzik unpacking his bag, already dressed in his ring gear*
"Guy, don't you have matches to call? I heard Jimmy was talkin' shit about your mom again, eh?"
*Rick's smile almost jumps off his face as he points a finger at Matt*
"But YOU, buddy, need to channel that ruthless aggres--oh, wait...can't say that....copyright infringement, eh?"
*The camera briefly zooms in as Matt takes a moment to ponder what Rick just told him, before snapping out of it*
"Oh, you need to see this. I have a special ring jacket I'll be wearing both ringside and for the ring. Hold on a moment."
*Matt reaches into his bag and takes out a silver Members Only jacket*
"So, huh? What do you think?"
"It reminds me of a gremlin with a dog's face, guy! It's like, straight outta the Jim Crockett Promotion era, and it is SO you!"
*Rick looks him up and down, giving a thumbs up*
"So, I was thinkin' about something the other day, and I wanna get your take on it...you got a minute, guy?"
"Oh yeah, sure. May I?"
*Matt takes a few steps back and starts jumping rope*
"Go to town, bud!"
*Rick watches Matt for a moment before continuing*
"So, I know I'm not the only one who noticed that you and I seem to make one helluva team, eh?"
*Again the crowd pops in the arena*
"Now that you're finally set to head back into the ring, you're gonna need a little backup, guy. Seems you might have a target on your head..."
*As Matt finishes skipping rope, he speaks between breaths*
"I don't know about Target, but I wouldn't mind Waffle House after the show,"
*Matt puts the speed rope down and wipes himself with a towel before placing it on his shoulder*
"But I agree. You and I can really rock it out as a team. It just burns my oil when I see the underhanded tactics some people will do in and out of that ring. It's good to fight side-by-side with someone who fights for those nice people out there."
"You've had 'my back' these last few weeks, and I got yours. It's only a matter of time before those guys like CHAOS, Suzuki-gun, or whoever wants to fight dirty will feel the energy and electricity we will bring with the support of those nice fans!"
*The crowd pops again as Rick smiles at Matt*
"Hey, guy, I knew you'd be down with it, so I got you a present. Just give me a sec..."
*Rick disappears off camera momentarily, returning with a plate full of baked goods*
"Look, when I'm done a tough match - and even sometimes before - I love me some pastry...and some brownies...and some nanaimo bars..."
*Matt picks up a brownie, looks at it briefly, then takes a small smell*
"Ah see? This is what I'm talking about. This brownie is made with the one thing that nothing else out there has...Brotherhood."
"Four hundred twenty grams of it, guy!"
*Rick high fives Matt*
"Come to think about it, though, bud...maybe you should save these for after your match...something about waiting thirty minutes before wrestling after eating..."
*Rick reaches for the brownie in Matt's hand, but misses. He gently sets the tray down on the bench beside them and shoots the camera a worried look*
"So...about thatTanooki Go-Toad guy...you been doin' your research? Watchin' videos? Playin' wrestling video games? I-I-I mean, it counts if you're playin' video games for educational purposes, right, guy?"
*Klazzik gives him an earnest nod as he takes a big bite of the brownie.*
"I've gotten a better look at Goto these last several days. He's worked hard to get where he is now, starting off as a junior heavyweight and transitioning to where he is now...mmn, nice kick of mint or parsley there..."
"But I had to work to get to where I'm at now, and I don't plan on settling now. I've always wanted to see how my style of wrestling would hold up against someone who practices Strong Style. Win or lose, I'm going to give it my all and then some. I have to. I have those nice people out there behind me...mmn, that was good. I think I'll have another, want one?"
*The crowd laughs as Klazzic reaches for another brownie and Rick smacks his hand*
"GUY! You gotta wait thirty minutes to wrestle after you eat! Did you not hear me?!"
*Matt looks puzzled.*
"But I'm not swimming...," Klazzik says as he hears a buzzing sound.
"Oh wow, is that my heart? Or is that my phone?!?"
*Rick looks as though he's about to make a point, pauses for a second, then shakes his head*
"Maybe it's Erin Mercer or Alex Brody sending you a good luck text, guy...you should check that shit out, eh?"
*Rick turns back to the camera again and bites his fist, giving an "aw shit" look. Klazzik stares blankly for a moment then snaps himself out of things and walks over to his bag and picks up his phone*
"Oh, it's the guys. Gotta get up there for some quick pre-show announcements. I have to run. Keep that tray of goodies safe for me, ok? Good luck, tonight. Tonight, we send CHAOS packing!!!"
Klazzik gets up and unfolds his silver Members Only jacket before putting it on. The camera pans to Matt leaving the locker room area and zooms in on the logo of the London Knights on the back.
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The shot opens in a dark, empty arena. With a loud creak, a set of double doors open, flooding the entryway with light, revealing two long shadows. Echoing footsteps click across the concrete floor as two sets of feet - one being that of a man wearing black tuxedo pants and shoes while the other is a woman in a long flowing evening gown - walk in slow motion across the camera. Focusing solely on the two pairs of feet, the camera follows the two individuals on a journey through the desolate, empty arena. Intercut with it, are quick flashes of vintage NFW moments from years passed, dating all the way back to it's origins in the late 90s.
Finally, the two pairs of feet stop in front of a wall. The camera cuts to an upper shot behind the two. They're almost easy to recognize at this point, but nonetheless, another cut jumps in front of the two, revealing Co-General Managers Steven Brody and Savannah Hayes as they stand in front of a large circuit breaker. Savannah Hayes turns to Steven Brody with a small, amused smile on her lips. "Do you think they're ready for this?"
Steven Brody smirks and raises his eyebrows. "They'd better be." Together, then, they turn back to the camera, looking directly through at the viewers.
"Get ready, New York." Savannah Hayes says with her smile growing wider.
Steven Brody reaches up and grabs the lever to the circuit box. "Time to go to war." He flips the lever up, powering up the entire arena. The shot cuts to a shot of ringside as lights flood over the NFW ring with the Wrestle War sign hanging high above it and....
The silent, gloomy mood of the video is suddenly shattered and cranked up as Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles' metal cover of "The Greatest Show" serves as the music track to a buildup highlight reel of everything that lead up to the matches taking place tonight:
A brutal recap of Buzzsaw winning the Television Championship off of Belphegor back in July, 2018. Quick flashes of the man's masked face are seen in the dark, intercut with the multiple (and brutal) defenses he has made since.
Cutting back to the buildup reel, highlights are shown of Kenny Omega's final days in New Japan. His defeat at the hands of Hiroshi Tanahashi, but we also see his rising success in NFW, leading up to the moment of him accepting Buzzsaw's challenge and pointing the gun hand up the ramp.
A quick shot is shown of Jonathan Young with his guitar as he starts the lyrics of the soundtrack. From the shot, it looks like the band is playing on the stage of the arena, itself.
Jarring clips of Tyler Grey, AKI, Adam Cole and Vincent Stone scoring their quarterfinals wins in the Battle of the Juniors Tournament, intercut with flashes of each man's face, staring intently in the dark.
A quick shot is shown of the band's drummer, hammering away rhythmically on stage.
A recap is shown of the Women's Tag Team Fatal Fourway, culminating in Lara Blackheart and LeeAnn Viskan becoming the inaugural Women's Tag Team Champions. The two are then, respectfully, shown in the flashing lights in that same dark room. LeeAnn stares coldly and intently while Lara, the polar opposite, throws the horns and blows a taunting kiss to the camera.
Candi Broduer and Serena Frost stand in the darkened room, looking ready for battle. Serena punches a fist into her hand as Candi pays homage to her mentor, Chris Benoit, mimicking his throat cut taunt.
Another quick shot is shown of the band playing.
A recap is shown of the Tag Team Wars Tournament which saw the Guerrillas of Destiny come out on top. In the dark stage room, Tama Tonga struts arrogantly in place while Tanga Loa throws up the 'Too Sweet' with an arrogant smirk.
A flashback shot is shown back at the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Finals when Ultra-Violence captured the Tag Team Championship in the ladder match. Doomsday and Belphegor are seen in the stage room, then. The darkness making them look even more terrifying than they already are as each holds one half of the Tag Team Titles on his shoulder.
Jonathan Young, his guitar set aside, microphone in hand, amps the crowd up.
A quick highlight reel is seen of Rick Dickulous capturing the Silver Mountain Championship from Adam Cole in June, 2018. With the championship around his waist, Rick cracks his patented smile and shoots the finger guns at the camera before giving a double thumbs up.
A recap of CHAOS' attack on the Great White North just a few weeks ago is shown, following the moment Kazuchika Okada stood over Rick Dickulous with the Silver Mountain Championship in hand. In the darkened room, Okada is seen in his full ring and entrance gear, striking his Rainmaker pose.
The crowd in the arena is shown, under the guise of a fully directed music video, getting into the band performance.
The next recap that is shown takes us all the way back to March, 2018. Under the gimmick of Apocalypta, Adrianna Salvatore is seen winning the Women's Championship, followed by her successful reign that followed. The last few quick shots we see include her standing on the stage at Highway to Hell, discarding her Circle of Snakes balaclava and turning her back on Abaddon, followed quickly by her under her current guise, standing in the ring face to face with Alex Brody. Adrianna is then shown in the dark room, championship in her lap, looking up from a chair in her ring gear. Her cold gaze spells absolute murder.
In similar flashes, we see the recap of Kid Cthulhu going through her beginning days before being revealed as Alex Brody and going on to become the current number one contender. In the dark room, the word LIONHEART glimmers in blue and white lights on the back of Alex's jacket as she stands with her back to the camera, arms spread out in homage to her hero, Chris Jericho. Alex pops the collar on her leather jacket up and looks over her shoulder with a look both equally sweet but extremely determined.
Jonathan Young, his guitar set aside, microphone in hand, amps the crowd up.
Highway To Hell is shown again, focusing on the moment that Max LeBrun defeated Scott Leroux for the NFW Heavyweight Championship. Sweat drenched and exhausted, he lifts the title up in his hands, propped up on the shoulders of Julian Morrison and Tyson Law. In the dark room, Max LeBrun is seen in full gear, smirking coldly at the camera with the title around his waist. One hand points to the center plate while the other 'pops the pin' in front of him.
A quick, jarring recap is shown of Judas Lasher's run through the Vlad Blackheart Memorial's B Block, culminating in his Finals win over Chris Wolfe. Battered and exhausted, we see the moment he lifted up the trophy, surrounded by the Dominion of Pain and Alessandra Augustino. In the darkened room, stands Judas then, smiling menacingly at the camera as he holds his hands in front of him in a dark prayer. An ominous, eerie flame burns hot behind him.
On stage, Jonathan Young gestures out to the crowd as they sing along to the chorus of the song.
Following what has been the championship match buildups, the rest of the card is shown in quick and flashing cuts.
- Matt Klazzic's return is showcased, followed by the moments that lead up to him getting involved with the Great White North and Dominion of Pain. He throws up the X with his arms in the dark room.
- Highlights are shown of Hirooki Goto's career, leading up to his actions with CHAOS as of recent and accepting Matt Klazzic's challenge. In the dark room, he holds one hand in a Bushido pose and looks up from under the hood of his robe.
- Quick shots are shown that highlight Scott Leroux's career from his days as a young up and comer to the Tapout King he has become known as. Intercut with these shots are highlights of Shinsuke Nakamura's career, starting out as a low mid-carder, to becoming the flamboyant King of Strong Style. Scott Leroux stands ready in the dark room, glaring with his arms flexed downward. Shinsuke Nakamura, in full gear, is seen having struck his 'YEAOH' pose. He looks up through a curtain of hair, half obscurring his face and grins tauntingly, revealing his mouthpiece with the word 'CHAOS' on it.
Finally, the Wrestle War logo SLAMS onto the screen before bringing the viewers to the live feed in the arena as Jonathan Young and Caleb Hyles' band continue the theme song for the event, indeed, on the entrance stage. The camera sweeps across the arena, showing the crowd. Thousands of fans are on their feet, completely electrified with energy for the upcoming performances.
Eventually, the camera cuts to the commentary table, where Nick Hanson and James Reynolds sit. Notably absent is Matt Klazzic. Also notable, is the fact that James Reynolds is actually dressed in a suit. However, rather than his usual suit, Nick Hanson is decked out in a classy tuxedo.
HANSON
"WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TO MADISON! SQUARE! GARDEN!"
REYNOLDS
"WELCOME TO WRESTLEWAR, EVERYBODY!! THE GREATEST SHOW EVER!!"
Nick Hanson turns to James Reynolds, amused and impressed.
HANSON
"Hey, you said that without dropping the F bomb! Good job, Jim!"
REYNOLDS
(hysterically slapping the table top)
"Fuck you, Nicky! I knew you were gonna say some shit like that!"
Nick Hanson rolls his eyes and shakes his head.
HANSON
"Can you go one night without cursing like a sailor?"
REYNOLDS
"Hey, blow me. I wore a goddamn suit. I actually dressed up for once!"
HANSON
"Yeah, you wore a suit. Everyone else is wearing gowns and tuxedos, Jim."
REYNOLDS
"I don't get paid to wear a tux. I get paid to sit here and give you a hard time while I help call matches."
HANSON
"No, you do the giving a hard time part for free, Jim. Anyway folks, welcome again to Wre--stop it!"
Nick Hanson swats at James Reynolds' hand as he starts giving him a wet willy.
REYNOLDS
"Face it, Nicky. Your job would suck without me."
Nick Hanson says nothing, instead focuses on the camera again.
HANSON
"As I was saying, ladies and gentlemen; welcome again to Madison Square Garden. We are coming to you LIVE here in New York City. This. Is. WrestleWar! The biggest show NFW has to offer. Everything in the previous year builds up to this moment when we kick the following year off with a bang and see where we go from this point. We have championships on the line. Seven - I repeat - seven championships will be contented for, here tonight. Anything can happen, folks! We may see titles change hands! We may not! Scores will be settled! It's gonna be one hell of a night! Say, what do ya think of this musical performance, Jim?"
REYNOLDS
"Oh, I'm fucking digging this, Nicky. I follow this dude on YouTube! He's the type of artist that should get a big break off of there. Not that soy boy Justin Bieber. If you fans watching like what you're hearing and you don't know who this guy is, first: slap yourself. Second: after this show is over, go on YouTube and check him out! Or you can do it if they decided to show Rick Dickulous' stupid ass syrup commercial again. Or the Rebel Rousers 'moonshine' ad."
James Reynolds shakes his head.
HANSON
"Be nice, Jim. Anyway, folks! We're just about ready to get started. First off, we're kicking things off with something Steven Brody and Savannah Hayes, our Co-General Managers have put together as a new tradition to coincide with WrestleWar. The Silver Rush Battle Royale! Twenty wrestlers. Yes, I said wrestlers. Not men. Not women. Wrestlers. Twenty members of the New Frontier roster, it doesn't matter man or woman, will be making their way down that ring in 90 second increments and competing in a No Disqualification elimination match. Elimination comes by pinfall or submission, only! The last roster member remaining will be the new number one contender to the Silver Mountain Championship. They'll face the Silver Mountain Champion at our February event. We'll bring you more on that later tonight, but right now, let's take it backstage for a few comments from the matches competitors!"
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We start the scene as we hear punches hitting a bag, and a black figure is standing off in the distance. The figure seems to be that of a man thats stands about 6 ft 1 in to 6 ft 3 in and anywhere from 225-234lbs. But at this point the lighting is very dim so everything is almost blackand is very difficult to see who this figure is but the punches keep landing on the bag and they punches are very rapid throughout.. The camera catches a voice kinda back a few feet from the camera.
"You know Brody, this is mainly your fault; I lacked motivation. I lacked direction. I lacked respect and most of all...I lacked self pride... . But a great friend of mine...turned that all around..." Punches still being heard throughout. "I was brought in to be a partner. I was brought in to be a part of something. That something was supposed to be great. It wasn't great at all... It failed miserably...and its all Brody's fault. Because his best friends dont like me...so I got the bitter end of the deal. Just like when you go to a car dealership and buy a vehicle and it turns out to be a lemon. Yeah, right now I feel like that lemon.... Because right now and from now on...you people..." And the figure steps into a little bit of the light after the punches stop landing and it's shown to be Sabastian Riley Young.
"You people are gonna get the sour part of that lemon... And I'm the one thats been nominated to serve that sour deal. I'm done playing games. If you are in my way...you will get taken out in a stretcher if not a casket... This is the only warning you people you will get: I aim to hurt...injure...or dismember someone." As the camera backs up into the dark shadow of the black room the screen goes black and it white letters it reads
#PlaytimeIsOver
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The shot switches over to inside of a locker room. As the camera slowly pans over, we can already hear the faint sound of Jay Chou's "Fearless" coming from a pair of headphones. Finally, the camera brings Tyson Law into frame. Sitting on a bench with his forearms leaning over his knees, the member of the Renegades is already garbed up in his ring gear. As it's a big night, the color theme and hoodie of the night are done up to make him resemble Mortal Kombat's Sub-Zero with the hood down and the mask down under his chin.
"Whattup boy?" A familiar voice says from off camera, although it's only as Max LeBrun steps into frame over Tyson Law. The young man slides his head phones back and down around his neck and slaps hands with the Heavyweight Champion.
"What's good, fam?" Tyson responds before switching off his iPod and pulls the headset from around his neck before tucking it into his bag. "Me? I'm just fuckin' psychin' up for this rumble."
"Right, right." Max nods approvingly before looking around. "Speaking of which, where's Julian at?"
Tyson straightens on the bench and rolls his neck. "Said he needed a gatorade or some shit before match time. I dunno where Serena is. Sabastian's at the gym." He throws a few air punches. "Keeping his shit quick, right? Tyler's probably rage fucking a hooker before he explodes."
Max laughed quietly, doing that face people do where they squint their eyes and tilt their head back.
"You laugh, but I'm serious!" Tyson said, getting up off of the bench. "Dude probably bags bitches like--" As he started speaking, he moved over to the locker where he started thrusting his hips and slapping the side of it in rhythm to make loud banging noises. "RRRAAAAAAARRRRGGGGGHHHHH!! FUCK YOUR GODDAMN PELVIC BONE, BITCH!! TERMINATE THAT SHIT!!!"
Max starts laughing so hard, he almost loses control of himself and has to cup his mouth. Tyson stops abruptly then and steps back over the bench. "I better stop in case he walks in and eats my iPod. Anyway, what's up with you? You good for tonight? Where's Candi?"
"She's coming." Max says, setting down his bag. "She wanted to hit up a coffee shop before go-time but she's all 'you go ahead! You gotta get your head right, babe!'"
Smirking, Tyson nods. "Man, you got a good girl in her."
"Yeah, she's helped me through a lot." Max responds, digging into his bag and pulling out his empty shaker cup. "I owe her more than I can give her but she sticks by me."
Tyson nods again. "So, how's your head?"
Max starts pouring a bottle of water into his cup up to a certain point as he gives a devilish smirk. "Oh, I'm straight, bro." He sets the bottle down and taps his temple. "I'm fucking squared away up here. Judas ain't got shit on me." He says before setting his cup down and leans slightly off camera where we can hear him opening his preworkout container.
"Yo, you're taking that shit now?" Tyson raises his eyebrows at Max who straightens back up into frame as he starts shaking his cup.
"Dude, I've still got a few hours to prep." He remarks, lifting an index finger and moving it in a circle. "I'm lapping this bitch." He adds before chugging the clear, green fluid.
Now it's Tyson Law's turn to do the squinty eyed laugh before he slaps hands with Max LeBrun again. "You're fucking crazy bro. You be on that shit!"
Max gives a humored wicked laugh with his tongue between his teeth before setting his cup aside and rolling his shoulders.
"You know, though." Tyson says, turning serious again. "Julian's been a little bothered with you ever since the last broadcast."
Starting to jog in place, Max throws up his hands. "The fuck did I do?"
"Nah, it's what you didn't do, dawg." Tyson shakes his head, motioning downward with one hand to stress a point. "I mean, me? I get it. You was playing games with Lasher. Getting in that fucker's head the way he likes to. Still, you shoulda laid his ass out!"
Max makes a face and scoffs. "Aw man, is that it? Julian needs to fucking chill and trust me on this shit."
"I'm just sayin', bro!" Tyson throws up his hands in submission.
Max shakes his head. "I'll talk to him later." He stops his warm up and raises a hand to Tyson. "Hey, good luck out there tonight. All three of you. One of you, get that win and get ready to bring us another title!"
"Shit, you know it, man."
"Dude." Max picks up his cup again and refills it with plain water. "After tonight, we're gonna have so much goddamn gold around our waists." He whistles, shaking his head.
Tyson smirks and slaps Max on the back. "Real shit, boy. We on it! Go on and do your thing." Max steps out of the locker room, leaving Tyson to his own devices again. He turns his back to the camera and finishes putting his things away in his own bag as the shot fades out.
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The shot fades right back in on a man's back with a familiar skull design tattooed over the flesh. The camera slowly pans out as Nico Salvatore is seen in the middle, curling a barbell. It appears as though he's in his locker room as we hear a knock on the door.
"WHAT?!" Nico shouts, continuing his reps.
We hear the door open and the ever so timid Josh Davidson comes into frame. "Umm...excuse me, Nico?"
Nico abruptly stops his reps and lets the barbell clatter to the floor before turning towards Josh in a manner that makes the man shrink back. "Josh...you ever barge in on your sister when she's primping up to get railed?"
Josh Davidson frowns in confusion and looks at the camera before back up at Nico. "I-I-I don't...I don't have---"
"You don't have a sister." Nico finishes his sentence for him. "So the answer's no." He says, motioning with his hand to keep things moving. "So then why the fuck are you barging on me when I'm getting ready to go out there and bust some ass?"
"I just...umm...you know." Josh shrugs.
Nico makes a hilarious face of shock and disgust at Josh's reaction. "Josh, did you come here tryin' to suck my dick or what?"
"What?!" Josh Davidson reacts with alarm, caught off guard. "No! I...No! Jeez, what is wrong with you?!"
Nico raises his eyebrows, challenging Josh's boldness and the man immediately shrinks again.
"I mean...sorry. I just wanted to get your words on the rest of your opponents tonight in the Silver Rush." Josh said, leaning back in an attempt to stay out of Nico's reach in case he tries to hit him while holding the mic out.
Nico makes a face at Josh's behavior and shrugs up a hand, shaking his head. "Bro, you need to chill. I'm not gonna waste the energy on dropping your ass when I got nineteen others to lay out. Gimme that." He snatches the microphone out of Josh's hand and holds it himself. "You want my words on the rest of the people in the Silver Rush? Fine, listen to this:" He starts counting out on his fingers.
"Sabastian Young, SRY, whatever the fuck he calls himself: Punk bitch."
"Ethan Skinner: Fucking creepy."
"Tyson Law: Dickless Scrub."
"Julian Morrison: Balless Scrub."
"Angel Kusanagi: The fucking Grudge. No shit, bro. I check under my bed every night because I half expect her scary ass to come peeking out at me."
"Mia Hayashi: I can't talk shit. You're cool with my sister, you're cool with me. But if you're in this match, you're in my way."
"Do I keep going?" Nico asked, looking to Josh Davidson who slowly shrugged up his hands and started to open his mouth before Nico did keep going, cutting him off in the process.
"Shelton Benjamin: Bro, same goes for you. You're fucking legit, but you're in my way tonight."
"Kota Ibushi: You ain't foolin' me, bro. You come at me with those kicks, I'm gonna feed it to you."
"Crimson Sabre: Nightmare material."
"Chris Wolfe: We're cool, bro. But I ain't got any friends in this thing."
Kennedy Campbell: Where the fuck you been, huh? You dropped off the face of the wrestling world and now you're in this rumble?"
"Carmine Moretti: From one Italian to another, respect, bro. Show me what your big ass has got in this bitch."
"Chris Jericho: Dream match, bro. Come get this shit."
"Shelley Silver: Babe, if you wanna wrestle a man so bad, lord help me. Come to my hotel room after the show and we can wrestle all you want. You are fine as shit!" Nico paused to whistle, shaking his head.
"Let's see, who am I missing? Oh yeah, we've got a handful of Suzuki's boys in this shit. I couldn't care less about any of your damn track records. Shingo and T-Hawk ain't shit. I'm gonna show you what a real fucking beast does in the ring." As Nico said this, he flexed his other arm up, showing his bicep before lowering it down. "Takashi Sukimoto-Sashimi, whatever your name is. You some kinda legend in this business? I dunno. Maybe my old man's friends know who you are. I don't give a rat's ass. You're the new Major, Colonel whatever in the 'General's Army'? You're leading Tweedle Shin and Dumbass T to this rumble, riding in on your unhinged fucking tank who belongs in a straight jacket. What's his name?" He looked to Josh Davidson again.
"U-umm, it's Havok."
"Havok! That's it!" Nico snapped his fingers, turning back to the camera. "Strength in numbers? Is that your gameplan? Fuck that shit! Fuck your gameplan. Fuck your strategy. Fuck Suzuki-gun. An army don't mean shit when they step up to a god of war! Come and get it!" Tossing the microphone up into the camera, Nico shoved the camera man out of the way and stormed out of the room.
Behind him, Josh Davidson picked up the microphone and gave a slow shrug at the camera.
"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY LOCKER ROOM, JOSH!" Nico could be heard yelling from outside which sent Josh Davidson and the camera man scurrying out.
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[From off camera we can hear Ave Satanas playing in the background. “Unholy gatherings, beneath the midnight sky, praise blackened deities, the world of God denied, they call the ancient ones, invokes infernal names” while the camera is just focused on Ethan Skinner’s locker. Coming into frame is the man himself, from left to right. It appears he reaches out a hand and clasps the camera man’s shoulder.”Six” how are you?
Six: “ I am alright Mr Skinner. And you?”
Skinner: “I am laughing, actually. Before you ask why let me tell you. Have you seen the twenty ma- I mean person battle royale roster. Likely not, here let me read out the names for you.”
[Skinner pulls out a paper from his back pocket and begins to read]
Skinner: “Sabastian Riley Young, Ethan Skinner, Shelley Silver, Havok, Tyson Law, Julian Morrison, Crimson Sabre, Mia Hayashi, Angel Kusanagi, Shingo Takagi, T-Hawk, Takashi Sugiura, Shelton Benjamin, Kennedy Campbell, Chris Jericho, Chris Wolfe, Nico Salvatore, Carmine Moretti, Bad Luck Fale, Kota Ibushi. Now those names are in no particular order. But did you see what was done there?
[While waiting for any response from the camera man, one that is obviously not coming we hear “Defile your mother whore, Avé, Avé Satanas, Avé, Luciferi Excelsi” in the background.]
Skinner: “They put not one, not two, but three members from The Dominion in the ring at the same time. They must have lost their minds. Because, and here is what people seem to not understand, we don’t turn on each other, ever. So this means, depending on the -- randomly generated numbers -- all we have to do is toss the other competitors out of the ring, and then it becomes a fatal three way with the best in the business, us.“
[Skinner starts to snicker to himself and then he doubles over laughing. Standing back up he looks at the camera again]
Skinner: “Shelley. Nico. Your words in the Twitterverse were meaningless and crude, lacking refinement. Surprised by Lara, but that is something we can handle, in house. Regardless. There is one person walking away with a shot at the Silver Mountain Championship. Me. See you sweethearts there”
[Fade]
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Cutting from the previous shot, the camera fell on a woman's hand being taped up. If the black nails weren't a give away, the colorful tattooing of skulls and demons up the forearm as the shot panned out gave away the identity as Adrianna Salvatore. Kneeling in front of her as she sat on the bench, Angel Kusanagi silently applied the tape. The normally silent Japanese woman remained focused on even this small task as she worked to make sure her stable mate's hands were taped properly. Adrianna sat silent...focused. Dressed in her ring gear, her entrance gear for the night was beside her feet in a duffel bag. A can of what looked like...temporary spray-on hair color...sat on the bench beside her.
As her hands were being taped, Adrianna stared ahead of her, over Angel's head and off into nothing in particular. The look on her face said she had been in better moods. There was no doubt she was focused...but on what?
"Man.... what the fuck, A?" Mia Hayashi grumbled as she walked into the frame, shaking her head. She was decked out in her special WrestleWar cosplay, that of Jean Grey as the Dark Phoenix, complete with spandex bodysuit and hair dyed red. "I love Adam. I do. But just try to get him to do a promo when he doesn't want to. I swear that dude is lazier than Shawn Michaels' eye."
With the first hand finished, Adrianna flexed her fingers in and out before resting it in her lap and lifting the other hand for Angel to start wrapping it, as well. She couldn't disagree with Mia about Adam. While 'lazy' wasn't the word she would use, it was still like pulling teeth to get Adam to do anything not on his own terms. He was stubborn about it and it was why he never really fit in with other stables. That was why she approached him about running with them, though. They were all like minded people. Nobody else wanted them because of one thing or another. Some on social media had labled them as an emo group with mommy/daddy issues. They didn't see who they really were, though. A group who had made a place for those who were, otherwise, socially unacceptable to the masses. Maybe Adam didn't quite fit that description but he had shown he was useful when it counted. "Mmh." Adrianna said, halfway attentive to her friend. The little ball of fire that brought real energy to an otherwise gloomy group. "Let Adam do Adam. He's got a huge task ahead of him. He'll wanna talk a whole lot more when he has a shiny new belt to go with that giant ego of his."
"........really?" Mia blinked, shaking her head. "You're no fun when you're all Beast-Mode, babe. I give you jokes about HBK's winky-ass eye and I get nothing." She walked over, rubbing her partner's shoulders to help relax her. "Babe. You got this. Brody's good, not gonna take that from her. But you're the best. The most unbeatable woman on this roster. Queen Bad-Ass. So don't even sweat this bitch. YOU GOT THIS."
Adrianna lowered her head and sighed. "I know that." She reached up with her already taped hand and patted one of Mia's as a silent 'thank you' for her unwavering support during all the months they had known one another. Adrianna was tough as nails in the ring and could be intimidating on camera but there was the saying that only a person's true friends and/or family saw everything else. And Adrianna wasn't flawless. Not by a long shot. What had hurt her the most back during the interview between her brother and Max LeBrun the previous year was that every single thing the now current Heavyweight Champion had said about her -- even if it was just to get under her twin's skin -- was true. But what hurt even more was feeling like someone she'd considered herself on friendly terms with, getting in her face and talking like her time in her position was up. "But the way she acted in Orlando...." She shook her head. "Like I walk around, acting like I'm perfect. I never said I was. I've struggled more to make it in this business than she knows. My road here hasn't been all sunshine and roses. After the whole bullshit with Keith at Highway to Hell...." She paused, afraid to even admit to it, but...frankly, if it hadn't been for having the little hot-headed thing behind her as a new friend, among a few others, well... "If I'm being honest, part of me's surprised that I'm even sitting here in a locker room and not in some ward...or worse."
"Adrianna Salvatore." Mia said in her best 'stern parent' voice, "There is a time and a place for wallowing in stuff like this. That time is not 30 minutes before the biggest match of your career. You wanna go out later, share some ice cream, watch some chick flicks, and get this shit off your chest? We can totally do that. But right now, you need to turn that off and be the supreme goddamn war machine I know you are. Forget sweet little Alex Brody, ok? Tonight, you're gonna be staring across that ring at just another bitch that wants what's yours. Because that's what that belt is, A. YOURS. You gonna let that jackass come into your house and take what you earned? Fuck no."
It would have been enough to garner a laugh out of the woman right then and there if Mia wasn't 100% right in every word she just said. While she would more than likely comment how hilariously weird it was to hear her friend go into serious mode later, right then, Adrianna flexed her other hand that Angel had just finished taping up before reaching into her duffel bag. She pulled out the NFW Women's Championship and held it in both hands as she stared down at it. Adrianna remembered a conversation with Shelley Silver about how most champions only cared about carrying a title because of the career benefits that came with it. Extra money. Extra fan attention. Fans thought you were so great, even if there was really someone better that hadn't stepped up yet. They mutually agreed that a real champion was just what the belt was truly supposed to represent: the best at what they did. For the past eleven months, Adrianna Salvatore had been working in and out to prove that she was the best in the Women's Division of New Frontier Wrestling. Seven times, thus far, she had done exactly that. Tonight...she intended to make it eight.
"No...." She nodded, looking down at the front plate, running her fingers over her name on the bottom. "I'm not...." If Alex Brody wanted to accuse her of looking at her as just another person to run over, then that's exactly what she was going to give her: a relentless, merciless creature that cared little to nothing for the well being of whoever was foolish enough to step into her domain. And so long as that belt in her hands had her name on it, she would defend what was hers, tooth and nail, even if she had to put her own body on the line. "Thank you, Mouse." She said, finally. "You know...last year, I thought the monster that I had been was gone for good. Turns out? It's just been asleep." She added, looking back up at Mia. "But I think it's time to wake it up one more time...."
"That's the thing, hon. Asshat might've made you think you were a monster, but the answer isn't purging yourself of that, either. You know who's got it right? LeeAnn." Mia said, flailing her arms lightly in frustration. "That crazy bitch comes to the ring, unleashes every goddamn demon she's got inside her, then turns it off, goes home, and plays Sally Homemaker."
Okay, now that did it. Adrianna's outward shell of an uncrackable surface did just that. It cracked, with the woman's downturned glare lifting into an amused grin as she stifled a laugh. She remembered when she and Nico were still just kids and they come along with their father to first meet some of the, now, legends of the company and business. She had seen LeeAnn Viskan as the meanest bitch to ever set foot inside a ring and may whatever god or gods existed, help whoever was on the card against her. On that particular day, however, the woman who would eventually become one of her key trainers and role model surprised her with a hug and even complimented her on the Lacuna Coil t-shirt she'd been wearing. Still, Mia made another point. To this day, nobody fucked with that woman. "I don't even know what to say to that...." Adrianna didn't exactly see herself baking pies in between matches anytime soon if ever. "But I get what you mean. I told Nico to unleash hell tonight...I need to do the same...and I will."
Adrianna looked from Mia, then, to beside her as the camera shifted to show Angel Kusanagi coming back over. While the other two had been talking, the usually silent Japanese woman had taken the time to change out of her Unwanted t-shirt and into the rest of her gear. She now had her wrestling top on to go with her half-pants, boots all underneath her fighter's robe. "Oi. A-chan." Obviously surprised to hear Angel openly initiating any kind of dialogue rather than waiting for someone to be ballsy enough to speak to her, Adrianna looked up at her as Angel continued. "Brother...unreash herru...in Siveru Russhu Rumburu...?" Adrianna nodded, affirmatively at first before she realized what Angel was getting at before the woman even said it. Angel, meanwhile, looked at Mia and motioned between herself and the other Japanese woman. "Sorega watashitachi no tatakai desu." Adrianna looked from Angel, back to Mia, questionably.
"You know.... Bonkers here is right: we're in the same match as your bro. Meaning that while I love ya, and while I admit Nico's a hot piece of beefsteak, I can't promise I won't kick him in the nutsack if it means winning that match." God bless her, Mia always managed to have a way with words. She looked at Angel, and nodded. "Good thinking there, babe."
Angel nodded and formed a fist with her hand, extending a thumb and looked at it as if making sure she had it right before giving a thumbs up to Mia, garnering a laugh from the audience watching in the arena. Closing her eyes, Adrianna realized the severity of the opening match and brought her hands to her temples. What was she going to do with this one, now? There were, technically, four people that she would have loved to see win the Silver Rush Battle Royale. She couldn't exactly pick a favorite without dissing the other three. Thankfully, before she could say anything else, there was a knock on the locker room door. Adrianna looked up as, off screen, Angel opened it before a backstage attendant could be heard. "Hayashi. Kisaragi. You're up!" Adrianna tensed up and winced as Angel's voice shattered the otherwise calm mood in the air. "BAKKA YAROU!!!!" Viewers could hear the attendant yelp in terror before Angel was heard again. "Ku-sa-na-gi!"
"S-so sorry, miss!" The man's voice said before whatever Angel did next had him yelping before he could be heard scurrying off.
"Oi! Mia-chan. Ikouze!"
Standing from her seat, Adrianna put a hand on Mia's shoulder and looked at her sincerely again. "Good luck out there. Both of you. And if it comes down to the two of you in the end?" She looked offscreen in Angel's direction then at Mia. "Tell her I said to avoid your pretty face." She said, slightly biting on her lower lip with a grin and gave her little Mouse a poke on the nose.
Mia actually grinned(!), a very rare thing for her. Rolling her eyes, she repeated her now-common statement to Adrianna.... but now with far less annoyance and more affection. "Stop tryin' to fuck me." She laughed, helping Angel up before giving her a sharp little smack on the ass. "Let's do this. And A? I don't give a fuck who this pisses off.... beat that little bitch's ass."
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*The scene shifts to an unidentified gym where we see Paul Heyman and Takashi Sugiura standing on the apron, watching Havok rolling and grappling with Davey Boy Smith Jr. The other side of the apron, we see Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr. standing and watching. Havok and Smith continue to mat wrestle before Smith deftly moves behind Havok and german suplexes him down and rolls him over on his stomach as we hear the sound of a whistle blowing.*
"Stop. Stop. STOP!!!" Sugiura yells as he and Suzuki enter the ring. Smith gives a fist bump to Suzuki as he goes to a neutral corner where ZSJ talks to him.
"Sore wa nani no seikōdesu ka?" Sugiura says as he gives Havok a STIFF slap.
"Anata wa watashi no iu koto o kikimashita ka. Anata no katachi wa tawagotodesu!" Sugiura says as Havok looks back at Heyman with his head tilted slightly, indicating confusion. Heyman smirks and shrugs before pointing towards Suzuki.
"Your form is shit," Suzuki pipes in as Sugiura stands with him with his arms crossed and a stogie in his mouth.
"Anata wa sore yori hayaidesu. Watashi no jikan o muda ni shinaide kudasai. Anata ga watashi no jikan o muda ni suru tabi ni, watashi wa anata ni kore o māku shimasu," Sugiura says as he takes the stogie out of his mouth and holds it up to Havok's face.
"He might actually like it if you do," ZSJ smirks as Havok gives him the finger, prompting a chuckle from Suzuki and Smith.
“Don't take this personally, Havok," Heyman starts. "What Mr. Sugiura is trying to say is that he sees as much potential in you as Mr. Suzuki does. If there's one thing he values, it's his time. You're faster than this. Now, granted, Davey here, is one of the best catch-as catch-can wrestlers in the world today, so even if you couldn't pin him, you can certainly keep up with him better than this.”
"Tell you what, sunshine," ZSJ interjects, "you're the golden boy around here, now? C'mon and prove it. Let's go..." ZSJ says to Havok as Smith flashes a and steps onto the ring apron and Sugiura and Suzuki look at Sabre before looking at Havok.
"Anata wa kare o anata no tsubasa no shita ni tsurete ikimashita ne," Sugiura says to Suzuki with Suzuki giving an evil grin in return. "Anata wa byōki no yarōdesu," Sugiura says as Havok flexes briefly in the corner before circling the ring with Sabre and taking a moment to push the cameraman off the apron, resulting in the cameraman filming the ceiling.
"You see, that's your cue to leave, Mr. Cameraman," Heyman says with a smile to the camera. "You can only see so much before you need to take your cue to leave. The evolution Havok will continue here, and will continue heading into WrestleWar," Heyman says as the action in the ring intensifies and gets louder as we hear loud cheers after every slam on the mat. Heyman takes a quick glance into the ring and turns back to the downed camera with a smirk.
"Sounds like someone pissed the wrong man off. NFW? WrestleWar? Get ready. We're coming and not only will we bring the Havok, but he'll bring the war with him," Heyman says smugly as the camera fades to black.
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Cutting back to ringside, James Reynolds and Nick Hanson are seen watching their screens as Nick Hanson nods in approval.
HANSON
"Well, it sounds like the competitors are ready. It sounds like our Women's Champion is ready for her match later tonight, as well. With that being said, let's kick this thing off! Ladies and gentlemen, in the ring at this time, our very own Roger Arden!"
~DING! DING! DING!~
The bell rings as the camera shows Roger Arden, the ring announcer, dressed in a tuxedo, standing in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand. He raises the microphone up and speaks with his booming voice. "Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to WrestleWar Fifteen!!" He pauses as the camera sweeps over the MSG crowd roaring with excitement. Roger Arden continues. "Your opening contest is the Silver Rush Battle Royale! The match will begin with two competitors in the ring. From that point on, a new participant will enter the match at ninety second increments. This will continue until all twenty participants have entered the match. Elimination from the match can happen at any time! The only way to eliminate an opponent is by either pinfall or submission. There will be: NO Disqualifications and NO Countouts! The last remaining superstar in the ring after nineteen others have been eliminated, will be deemed the winner of the Silver Rush and the next number one contender to the Silver Mountain Championship!"
Roger Arden pauses, again, to let the crowd react before lifting the mic once more. "And now, ladies and gentlemen, let us introduce...entry number one!" He lowers the microphone and turns towards the stage as....
REYNOLDS
"HEEEEEERE WE GO, NICKY!!!!"
HANSON
"TALK ABOUT A WAY TO KICK THIS MATCH OFF WITH A BANG!!"
ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring...from Kagoshima Prefecture, Japan...he is the Golden Star!! KOTAAAAA IIIIBUUUUUSHIIIIIII!!!"
After performing his usual stage pose, Kota Ibushi moves briskly down towards the ring, slapping the hands of fans as he does, all smiles as he greets as many fans as possible.
HANSON
"We'll see his friend, Kenny Omega, in action later tonight. He takes on Buzzsaw for the Television Championship. But right now, that man: Kota Ibushi, has a chance to earn his shot at an NFW championship if he wins this match. He did draw the short straw, it seems, in being number one to enter but if anybody can go the distance, Jim, you and I both know it's the Golden Star!"
REYNOLDS
"Of course, Nicky! Kota's my pick to win!"
HANSON
"Is he, really?"
REYNOLDS
"You know it!"
HANSON
"Well, I might keep my fingers crossed for you. I'd definitely love to see him take on Rick Dickulous if he retains the title tonight. However, if he ends up taking on Rick Dickulous' opponent for tonight, Kazuchika Okada? I can't say I'd complain either!"
REYNOLDS
"Let's go, Kota!"
As Kota finished his entrance in the ring and waited in the corner, Roger Arden lifted the microphone again.
ARDEN
"And now, introducing the second entry into the Silver Rush Battle Royale!"
Again, Roger Arden lowered the microphone and waited as....
REYNOLDS
"UH-OH!!!"
HANSON
"WOOOOOW!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"Now we have no idea how this first ninety seconds could go, Nicky!"
As James Reynolds spoke, the word 'JERICHO' appeared on the video wall, preluding the appearance of Chris Jericho on the entrance stage, striking his usual pose before making his way towards the ring.
ARDEN
"From Winnipeg, Manitoba Canada...he is the Ayatollah of Rock N' Rolla...the Man of 1,004 Holds...the Lionheart...CHRIS! JEEEEERICHOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
REYNOLDs
"Did Roger Arden just announce Chris Jericho to Madison Square Garden as the Man of 1,004 holds?"
HANSON
"HAH!!! HE DID!!! I LOVE IT!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"Well, he may need to break out all of them if he's looking to go the distance as number 2 and win this match!"
HANSON
"One of the most seasoned, one of the most decorated, one of the most unpredictable superstars that have signed here in NFW, Chris Jericho, ladies and gentlemen. He held the IWGP Intercontinental Championship in New Japan for nearly nearly seven months before being dethroned by Tetsuya Naito at their Wrestle Kingdom in Tokyo earlier this month. Tonight, he looks to earn another shot at championship gold in the form of the Silver Mountain Championship."
REYNOLDS
"Silver, Nicky. Championship Silver."
HANSON
"What?"
REYNOLDS
"Championship Silver. It's the Silver Mountain Championship, dude."
HANSON
"I know that, Jim. But it's still considered--- you know what? Nevermind. We have our first two competitors for this match. Here we go, ladies and gentlemen! WrestleWar is officially UNDER--WAY!!"
~DING! DING! DING!~
Kota Ibushi and Jericho kicked off the match with a lockup that disintegrated into more of a brutal brawl fueled, mutually, by Jericho's trash talk towards Ibushi, and the man's violent history with Ibushi's friend, Kenny Omega. Their brawl carried on for the first ninety seconds of the match until....
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For the first time in the match, the deafening buzzer sounded throughout the arena and....
The GWN fans, among others, popped as David Banner's "Ain't Got Nothing" sounded on and Kennedy Campbell came running out onto the stage.
HANSON
"NUMBER 3!!!! KENNEDY CAMPBELL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"Can't say she drew a good number, but she looks ready, Nicky!!"
After playing to the crowd for a few seconds, Kennedy Campbell hit the ring at full speed, running and sliding in and going right for Chris Jericho. Pulling him out of the corner, off of Kota Ibushi, Kennedy started throwing chops and forearms at Jericho until he was on the ropes. From there, she immediately turned and started dishing the same out to Kota Ibushi before he could even get out of the corner he was in.
HANSON
"LOOK AT KENNEDY CAMPBELL, FOLKS!!"
REYNOLDS
"A WOMAN ON A MISSION!!!"
HANSON
"SHE'S BEEN IN THIS MATCH ALL OF FIFTEEN SECONDS AND SHE'S GOT TWO OF THE INDUSTRY'S BIGGEST NAMES ROCKED ON THEIR FEET!!"
Just as Nick Hanson said this, Kennedy Campbell popped Kota Ibushi with a forearm to the jaw and sent him down to the mat in the corner. She then turned to continue on Chris Jericho and----
REYNOLDS
"BUT HERE COMES JERICHO!!!"
--turned right into a CODEBREAKER!!
HANSON
"OHHHH!! A CODEBREAKER FROM Y2J AND CAMPBELL!! IS!! DOWN!!"
REYNOLDS
"Wait a second, Nicky. What's Jericho doing now--OH!!!"
HANSON
"LIONSAULT FROM JERICHO TO CAMPBELL!!!"
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THREE!!
REYNOLDS
"So long and good bye, Kennedy!! It was nice having ya!"
After Kennedy Campbell was helped from the ring by ringside refs, Jericho and Ibushi continued their brutal exchange until the timer appeared again.
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The GWN fans, among others, popped as David Banner's "Ain't Got Nothing" sounded on and Kennedy Campbell came running out onto the stage.
HANSON
"NUMBER 3!!!! KENNEDY CAMPBELL, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"Can't say she drew a good number, but she looks ready, Nicky!!"
After playing to the crowd for a few seconds, Kennedy Campbell hit the ring at full speed, running and sliding in and going right for Chris Jericho. Pulling him out of the corner, off of Kota Ibushi, Kennedy started throwing chops and forearms at Jericho until he was on the ropes. From there, she immediately turned and started dishing the same out to Kota Ibushi before he could even get out of the corner he was in.
HANSON
"LOOK AT KENNEDY CAMPBELL, FOLKS!!"
REYNOLDS
"A WOMAN ON A MISSION!!!"
HANSON
"SHE'S BEEN IN THIS MATCH ALL OF FIFTEEN SECONDS AND SHE'S GOT TWO OF THE INDUSTRY'S BIGGEST NAMES ROCKED ON THEIR FEET!!"
Just as Nick Hanson said this, Kennedy Campbell popped Kota Ibushi with a forearm to the jaw and sent him down to the mat in the corner. She then turned to continue on Chris Jericho and----
REYNOLDS
"BUT HERE COMES JERICHO!!!"
--turned right into a CODEBREAKER!!
HANSON
"OHHHH!! A CODEBREAKER FROM Y2J AND CAMPBELL!! IS!! DOWN!!"
REYNOLDS
"Wait a second, Nicky. What's Jericho doing now--OH!!!"
HANSON
"LIONSAULT FROM JERICHO TO CAMPBELL!!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
REYNOLDS
"So long and good bye, Kennedy!! It was nice having ya!"
After Kennedy Campbell was helped from the ring by ringside refs, Jericho and Ibushi continued their brutal exchange until the timer appeared again.
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REYNOLDS
"Who's it gonna be, Nicky...."
REYNOLDS
"HAHAAAAAAAA!!!! YEEEEEEEESSS!!!! MY PICK TO WIN!!!"
HANSON
"I thought you said Kota Ibushi was your pick?"
REYNOLDS
"Nicky, you KNOW I back The Renegades!"
As the two bickered, Tyson Law came strutting out on stage in his Sub-Zero gear, seen earlier - this time with the hood and mask up. Walking halfway down the ramp, Tyson paused to throw an invisible 'ice ball' before continuing on his way to the ring. On his way, he stripped off his hoodie and threw his mask aside before sliding into the ring and jumping in against Jericho and Ibushi with savage kicks and forearms. As the action between the three intensified, the crowd was already growing louder and louder.
REYNOLDS
"WOULD YOU LISTEN TO THIS CROWD, NICKY?!"
HANSON
"I HEAR THEM, JIM!"
REYNOLDS
"THIS MATCH HAS BARELY GOTTEN STARTED AND THEY ARE ON! THEIR! FEET!"
As Nick Hanson and James Reynolds call the intense action in the ring, the countdown starts again.
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REYNOLDS
"WHO'S IT GONNA BE, NICKY?!"
The buzzer blares throughout the arena again aaaaaaand....
Fort Minor's "Remember The Name" comes on over the speakers. The crowd goes into a frenzy, jumping to their feet.
HANSON
"Ohhhhhhh, boy! Batten down the hatches, Jim! HERE COMES THE BIG! BAD! WOLFE!!"
As the music played on, the camera focused on the curtain, awaiting the appearance of Chris Wolfe. The pop from the crowd died down, gradually as everyone waited.
REYNOLDS
"Well, where is he?"
HANSON
"I...I don't...huh.... No idea, Jim. Well folks, we apologize. Entry number 5 is supposed to be Chris Wolfe but it appears as though there's an issue---"
REYNOLDs
"Hang on, Nicky."
The camera cuts to the announce table as James Reynolds brings a hand up to his headset with a growing look of confusion on his face. He looks at Nick Hanson.
HANSON
"What is it?"
REYNOLDS
"He's not even at the Gorilla position! I'm hearing he just went into Commissioner Brody's office a minute ago!"
HANSON
"Now? He's got a match to be in!"
REYNOLDS
"Well, no shit! Chris! If Mr. Brody has this on in his office, get your ass out here! What the hell's wrong with you?!"
HANSON
"Hang on, Jim. Now I'm getting word that Amy Connors is waiting to get a word. She's waiting outside the commissioner's office. Amy, you're on!"
The camera cuts backstage to the outside of Steven Brody's office where Amy Connors, looking like a million bucks in a blue evening gown with her hair up, in honor of the caliber of tonight's event.
"Nick, Jim, I'm being told that Chris Wolfe did, indeed, go into Commissioner Brody's office just moments ago. I'm hoping to catch him here soon. It sounds like he's on his way out."
Wolfe walked out of Brody's office then, dressed for action in his trunks, boots, and a "Big Bad Wolfe" tee, stopping to look at the diminutive interviewer. "Hey, Amy... something I can do for you?"
"Chris!" Amy's face lights up as she goes right into professional interviewer mode, maintaining her smile. "Chris, Chris, the NFW crowd is buzzing out there! You've got a shot at becoming the Number One Contender for the Silver Mountain Championship! What are you doing back here?!"
"With all due respect to the other 19 people in this match... I don't want to be in it." He said, shaking his head as he gently rested an elbow on her shoulder. "I need to get myself back on the map around here. I need to make a statement. And since I do have a TV Title match coming my way.... I just talked to Commissioner Brody, and the TV Title match tonight is now a Three-Way Dance."
Amy Connors' jaw dropped as the crowd watching roared with excitement.
REYNOLDS
"Wait, WHAT?!"
HANSON
"He's right, Jim! He did defeat Buzzsaw during the Vlad Blackheart Memorial! Holy cow!!"
"Well, when you put it that way, Chris, I guess it all makes sense!" Amy said, shrugging her other hand up. "Who are we to judge? Definitely an exciting night, it's turning out to be, so far!" She smiled at the camera before looking back up at the now, third man in the TV Title match later that evening. "Well, I guess, then you've got a match to get ready for! Good luck, tonight!"
As Chris Wolfe nodded and walked off the camera cut back to the match at ringside. Thanks to Jericho, foreign objects were already coming into play as Y2J began swinging a chair around while it was already time for entry number 6 to arrive.
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HANSON
"OH-HOOOOOO, MAN!!!"
REYNOLDS
"Aw, for fuck's sake! I didn't know the Dominion was in this match!"
HANSON
"Here comes the Crimson Sabre, ladies and gentlemen!"
As White Zombie ripped through the arena, the Dominion of Pain's Crimson Sabre flung the curtain aside and immediately started a beeline walk for the ring.
REYNOLDS
"This guy gives me the fucking creeps, Nicky...."
HANSON
"Alllllll business, folks!! No playing to the crowd! No entrance gear! The Dominion's Crimson Sabre is ready to do some damage!"
As soon as Crimson Sabre slipped into the ring, he and Tyson Law went right for each other, putting the crowd into a bigger frenzy.
HANSON
"We knew this was gonna happen!! The Dominion of Pain and The Renegades do NOT like each other, folks!!"
For another spell between entries, the action continued with Jericho staying paired off with Ibushi and Law and Crimson Sabre continued their battle.
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HANSON
"Ohhhhhhh my god, Jim!!"
REYNOLDS
"I hear ya, Nicky! Things are about to potentially go from violent to savage!"
As Camelia's "Splatter Party" thumped loudly, the camera fell on the entry way, awaiting Angel Kusanagi's arrival.
REYNOLDS
"Well, where is she?"
HANSON
"I don't know...? Huh...."
REYNOLDS
"Let me guess, she took a page from Chris Wolfe's book and went to Savannah Hayes to try and weasel her way into the Women's Title match."
HANSON
"JIM!!"
REYNOLDS
"What? What'd I say?"
HANSON
"NO, JIM!! WATCH OUT!!"
As Hanson exclaimed, Angel Kusanagi came through the crowd, jumping over the security barrier and right onto the announce table wielding a kendo stick!!
REYNOLDS
"WHERE THE HELL DID SHE COME FROM?!?!"
Kicking James Reynolds' water over (purposefully), Angel Kusanagi jumped down from the table and slid into the ring, swinging the kendo stick at everyone around her.
CRACK!
HANSON
"OHHH!!! SHE NAILS IBUSHI OVER THE HEAD!!"
CRACK!
HANSON
"AND ANOTHER ONE TO JERICHO!!"
CRACK!
REYNOLDS
"HAHAAAAA!!!! RIGHT IN THE FACE OF CRIMSON SABRE!!! I HOPE THAT MASK IS CUSHIONED!!"
CRACK!
CROWD
"OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"
HANSON
"A LOW BLOW SHOT TO TYSON LAW!!! MY!! GOD!!!"
REYNOLDS
"SHE CAN'T DO THAT!!"
HANSON
"There's no disqualification, Jim! She can do whatever the hell she wants!"
With the four others down on the mat, Angel raised the kendo stick above her head up on the turnbuckle, smiling deviously to the crowd!! Needless to say, this posture urged on a very familiar chant among the wrestling world.
E-C-DUB!!
E-C-DUB!!
E-C-DUB!!
E-C-DUB!!
HANSON
"Someone get that lady a drink!! Ya think she likes beer, Jim?!"
REYNOLDS
"Do they sell sake in a can?!"
As Angel played to the crowd, Crimson Sabre got back to his feet and poised himself, ready for her to climb down and turn around but from behind Sabre, Tyson Law also recovered and hit the man with a low blow before spinning him around and delivering the LAWBREAKER!!!
HANSON
"LAWBREAKER FROM TYSON LAW TO CRIMSON SABRE, BUT NOT BEFORE A LOW BLOW!!"
REYNOLDS
"No DQ, Nicky!!"
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HANSON
"CRIMSON SABRE'S OUTTA HERE!!"
REYNOLDS
"GOOD RIDDANCE!!"
HANSON
"And now, look out. Tyson's sizing up Angel Kusanagi now!"
After climbing down from the ropes, Angel Kusanagi and Tyson Law circled the center of the ring, locking eyes. Tyson motioned for her to drop the kendo stick and put her hands up. Looking at the stick in her hand, Angel Kusanagi smiled savagely at Tyson Law and held the stick out in front of her...dropping it between them.
HANSON
"She wants it! She wants to throw down with Tyson Law! The Unwanted don't like The Renegades either!"
REYNOLDs
"But wait, here comes number eight!"
As Tyson Law and Angel Kusanagi squared up with Tyson's back to the entrance ramp....
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As the crowd popped, Tyson Law faltered in his stance, slowly turning back towards the stage.
HANSON
"AND HERE! COMES! THE GLADIATOR, JIM!!"
REYNOLDS
"GLADIATOR! GOD OF WAR! CALL HIM WHAT YOU WILL, NICKY! HE'S COMING TO GET HIM SOME!"
As the crowd gave a mix of cheers and boos, Nico Salvatore emerged from the curtain, eyes right on the ring as he rolled one wrist in his other hand and made his way down the ramp with a sense of purpose.
HANSON
"He moight be coming for your boy, Jim. You gotta remember Nico and Tyson are NOT on good terms!"
REYNOLDS
"Well, Tyson's Sub-Zero. Nico's a god of war. Sub-Zero's beaten Raiden. Raiden's also a god. So by that standard--"
As James Reynolds went on, Angel Kusanagi capitalized on Tyson Law's rookie mistake and delivered a sudden STEEL FEATHER right across his face as he just started to remember he had someone else to worry about.
HANSON
"STEEL FEATHER!! GOOD NIGHT, TYSON!!!"
REYNOLDS
"OH YOU SNEAKY BITCH!"
As Tyson Law went down, Nico Salvatore slid into the ring and began circling casually with Angel Kusanagi. After a brief moment, something seemed to go off in Nico's head and he looked over his shoulder and dove out of the way, barely evading a superkick from Kota Ibushi that connected right with Angel's face.
HANSON
"OHHHH!!!! AND KUSANAGI GOES DOWN FROM A SUPERKICK!! COURTESY OF THE GOLDEN STAR!!!"
While Kota Ibushi clearly hadn't intended for her to be his target, judging from his shocked expression, Nico Salvatore caught Ibushi from behind around the waist and delivered a snap German Suplex. As he got up to his feet, so did Jericho and two of the biggest egos in NFW started trading blows. Gradually, Ibushi, Law and Kusanagi all recovered with Tyson Law becoming the victim of a two on one onslaught courtesy of until Angel Kusanagi - clearly not forgetting Kota Ibushi's kick - turned and started laying into him as well.
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HANSON
"Whoooooaaaaaa. Well, Jim! We may have lost Crimson Sabre in the match but here comes another rep for the Dominion!"
REYNOLDS
"Aw, jeez!"
Casually stepping through the curtain, Ethan Skinner grinned coldly to the crowd, pausing on the stage to open his arms and soak in the boos before ripping off his entrance suit and approaching the ring in his usual wrestling gear. He was in no rush, however, as he inaudibly mocked the crowd to the camera until he was closer to the ring, winked arrogantly and said: "watch this!"
Sliding into the ring, Ethan Skinner went from calm and casual to absolutely on FIRE!! Dishing out a vicious spear to anyone on their feet!
HANSON
"WHOA, WATCH OUT, JIM!! I THINK THE REST OF THESE COMPETITORS ARE GONNA FIGHT IN THE SHADE!! BLACK ARROWS FOR EVERYBODY!!"
Ethan Skinner darted around the ring, delivering a Black Arrow to Jericho. To Salvatore. To Law. When it appeared to be Kusanagi's turn, the petite little Japanese woman dashed out of the way, sending Skinner right into a corner, hitting his shoulder on the ringpost.
HANSON
"OH MAN!!! OUCH!!!"
REYNOLDS
"THERE YOU GO, LITTLE GIRL!!!! GIVE IT TO HIM!!"
As Skinner pulled himself out from between the turnbuckles, Kusanagi immediately followed up with stiff kicks to the legs and hips of the bigger man. Each kick, POPPING on impact. After several kicks, Angel ran off the ropes, ready to capitalize with something big, but Ethan Skinner, now looking ENRAGED, rushed to meet her and popped up into the air coming down with---
HANSON
"T.K.P TO KUSANAGI!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"HE JUST PUNCHED A WOMAN RIGHT IN THE FACE!!"
The action continued on with the group of superstars. Ibushi and Jericho paired off again while Skinner and Salvatore took it to Tyson Law, albeit the Renegade fighting back with valor and not making it easy on them.
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REYNOLDS
"WHHHHOOOOOOOOOAAAAAAA!!!!!! LOOK OUT, NICKY!!!!"
HANSON
"Oh. My. GOD!! There's about to be HAVOC, JIM REYNOLDS!!!!"
With Paul Heyman leading him down, shouting to amp him up and pointing down at the ring, Suzuki-gun's Havok came angrily storming down the ramp, sans his usual chain. On their way passed the camera, Heyman could be heard shouting. "Are you still pissed off from earlier?! Use it!! Harness it!! Get in there and DESTROY!! EVERYTHING!!"
Not even bothering with his shirt yet, Havok burst into the ring and popped up onto his feet., immediately unleashing frustration from his scolding earlier by sensei Sugiura.
HANSON
"HAVOK IS IN THE RING, AND HE HAS BEEN UNLEASHED!! HERE!! HE!! COMES!!"
As soon as Havok was vertical, he moved like a five star linebacker, hitting Kota Ibushi with a brutal lariat that knocked him inside out. He dodged a strike attempt from Chris Jericho and scooped him right up into a thunderous OLYMPIC SLAM!!
REYNOLDS
"OUCH!!! YA THINK SUGIURA TAUGHT HIM THAT ONE?!"
Tyson Law attempted a springboard off the top ropes but landed right into Havok's arm. Havok delivered a backbreaker onto his knee then threw Tyson back with a Fallaway Slam. Ethan Skinner ran at the big man and went for another TKP but Havok dipped down and caught him around the waist, flinging him with an Overhead Belly To Belly. From behind him then, Angel Kusanagi rushed in and began dishing out stiff kicks to Havok's thighs. While the man was obviously flinching from the sting of each impact, he slowly began turning around with rage burning in his eyes. Eventually, he cut the woman's kicks off by simply reaching out and grabbing her by the throat with a vice grip.
HANSON
"Oh and just like that, Havok stops Kusanagi's assault! Ohhh man!! He's not gonna---"
REYNOLDS
"I think he is, Nicky!!"
With his hand on her throat, Havok popped Angel up, delivering the DISASTERPIECE!! Instead of sitting out with it, however, he remained on his feet and maintained his hold on her.
HANSON
"He hit the Disasterpiece, but what now?!"
To the horror of the crowd, Havok lifted Angel Kusanagi up again and slammed her back down with a repeating powerbomb. Then a third and then finally a fourth where he SNAPPED her down to the mat!!
REYNOLDS
"MY! GOD, NICKY!!"
ONE!!
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THREE!!
HANSON
"And just like that! Havok eliminates Angel Kusanagi!"
Standing in the center of the ring, Havok ripped his shirt off with one hand like it were made of tissue paper and threw it to his feet, flexing his arms downward with a guttural roar until a yell from behind got his attention and he turned to see Nico Salvatore squaring up to him.
REYNOLDS
"Uh-oh, Nicky!! What happens when a god and a monster collide?!"
HANSON
"You've seen Hercules, right? It ain't pretty!"
And indeed it wasn't exactly pretty, so much as it was thrilling to see the Urban Gladiator start trading blows with Suzuki-gun's monster while the others began to, once again, recover to their feet and continue their fights.
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REYNOLDS
"Number 11, Nicky!"
HANSON
"Awwwww man!! If only Angel had been able to hold out just a little longer!!"
The crowd roared to life as Mia Hayashi came from the curtain - clearly more on the pissed off side now as there was no doubt she ended up passing Angel in the back. Grabbing a chair from a fan that she demanded to give her one, Mia hit the ring and went right at Havok, whacking away at him with the chair at wherever she could hit him in a blind fury. Over the back, across the head, in the knees.
HANSON
"MIA HAYASHI IS ON A TEAR AND HAVOK IS REELING!! OHH, BUT HE FIGHTS BACK!!"
During Mia's chair onslaught, Havok found a window of opportunity - almost one of seeming desperation - and caught the chair in his hands, shoving her back across the ring. Looking at the chair in his hands then, he followed up by throwing it right into the face of Chris Jericho before going at the rest of the cluster of wrestlers. Pulling herself back to her feet, Mia continued her offense, this time jumping in with Nico Salvatore against Tyson Law.
REYNOLDS
"This is nuts, Nicky! I LIKE IT!!"
HANSON
"It's Wrestle War, Jim!! You expected any less?!"
REYNOLDS
"Haha! Right?!"
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REYNOLDS
"And number twelve is...?"
HANSON
"OHHHHHHHHHH HELL, JIMMY!"
REYNOLDS
"Havok's gonna be the first one in a stable with some backup, Nicky! Here comes the Pumping Hawk!!"
HANSON
"Call him what you want, folks! Pumping Hawk or simply The Dragon. Like it or not: HERE! COMES! SHINGO!"
With the Suzuki-gun banner flying on the video wall for the second time, Shingo Takagi roared from the stage before EXPLODING down the ramp at high speed!
REYNOLDS
"Wow, no kidding, Nicky! Here he comes, indeed!"
Shingo slid into the ring and went right for Kota Ibushi while the Golden Star was trying to chop down Havok with stiff kicks only for Shingo to snatch him right up for a snap German Suplex.
HANSON
"OHHHHH!! DOWN GOES KOTA!!"
Immediately afterwards, Ethan Skinner ran off the ropes and went for a surprise TKP. Shingo dipped under and shot back off the ropes on his own, rushing back at him with an arm slamming into his chest.
REYNOLDS
"PUMPING BOMBER!!"
HANSON
"Watch out! Here comes Jericho! CODEBREA--NO!!"
As Chris Jericho went for a Codebreaker on Shingo, the former bodybuilder shoved him back down to the mat hard, then ran off the ropes for a low sliding forearm smash that looked like a car collision. Next, after fighting his way out of the two on one, Tyson Law whipped Shingo around and started laying into him with kicks and forearms. Then he springboarded off of the ropes only to be plucked out of the air and driven back down to the mat with Bloodfall. A dazed, Tyson popped right back up onto his feet - mostly out of instinct - and Shingo ran off the ropes, hitting a second Pumping Bomber. With only Nico and Mia left on their feet, otherwise, Havok and Shingo faced each other. Both men flexed and roared before double high fiving one another and holding up the Suzuki-gun finger before Shingo tapped Havok to get his attention and gestured to the two others staring them down. Squaring off was Nico vs Havok and Shingo vs Mia. Nico and Havok got right in each other's faces with Nico starting the trash talk with Havok eagerly nodding in response as he flexed his muscle and presumably jawed back at him from under his mask before pie facing Salvatore, roughly. Nico responded, shaking his head to the crowd and turned right back, beginning to throw shots at Havok. In return, Havok threw them right back.
Meanwhile, Shingo sized up little Mia, clearly taunting her in Japanese and mocked her size disadvantage. He flexed up his arms and motioned with his head for her to look at them before turning them down and roaring in her face. Mia Hayashi, ladies and gents, SLAPPED Shingo Takagi across the face without a care in the world.
CROWD
"OOOOOOOOH!!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"Ohhhh you done fucked up, baby girl!"
HANSON
"I don't think you wanna do that to Shingo, folks."
Grinning with amusement, if only for a second, Shingo suddenly turned back and swung on Mia who dipped out of the way, got behind him and started laying into him with more kicks and blatant jabs. The crowd went wild for her!
REYNOLDS
"HO-HOOOO! LOOK AT BABY GIRL, GO!! GET SOME, MIA!! GET SOME!!"
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The crowd gave a mix of boos and cheers as the Renegade logo appeared on the video wall.
HANSON
"Well this can only mean one person, Jim!"
REYNOLDS
"Thank god! Get in there, Jay! Tyson needs help!"
With this, Julian Morrison came out onto the stage, throwing off his Renegade shirt before hitting the ring and going right for Chris Jericho who had taken to going back and forth with Tyson Law. An even scrap turned into a Renegade style beatdown. Meanwhile, the scrap between Shingo and Mia came to a close as Mia ran off one end of the ropes and Shingo ran off the other. They passed one another up, came off the opposite side they started on, Mia let out a war cry, and ran right into a sickening Pumping Bomber that sent her back to the mat, and landing in a 'folded in half' position on her neck. Not for long, though, as Shingo picked her up and delivered The Last Dragon, roaring to the crowd as the referee slid in again.
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HANSON
"AWWWW, AND MIA'S OUTTA HERE!"
REYNOLDS
"Sorry, sweetie! Come see me later, I'll give you a happy ending!"
HANSON
"Good lord, Jim!"
REYNOLDS
"What?"
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HANSON
"WHOOOAAAA!! BRINGING IT BACK WITH THE MUSIC!!"
REYNOLDS
"WHATTUP, B-MONEY!!"
HANSON
"And I can tell you who he's gonna go right for, Jim!"
The crowd roared to life as Shelton Benjamin came jumping out onto the stage, rocking his black and gold McKeesport Mafia attire. He wasted no time in hurrying to the ring, then, and jumping into the fray and taking the fight to Shingo which, in turn, helped get the man off of Nico as he and Havok were laying a beatdown.
HANSON
"Yup! There it is!!"
REYNOLDS
"We're fourteen people into this rumble, Nicky! Battle royale, whatever you wanna call it! We got chairs flying all over the place! We got kendo sticks breaking in half! This is insane! The California Gold Rush was less violent than this!"
Nick Hanson laughed at the table.
HANSON
"You may be right, Jim! Hah, I like the reference! But this isn't for California gold. This is for silver! Wrestling silver! A shot at the Silver Mountain Championship! Whoever wins this match will face the Silver Mountain Champion at our next big event in March! We know that'll be either the current reigning champion, Rick Dickulous or his opponent tonight for the same title, The Rainmaker Kazuchika Okada! They meet up tonight in a sixty minute Iron Man match and believe me when I tell you, the buzz for that one has been nuts on social media!"
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The crowd POPPED!! The camera caught the masses jumping to their feet as multiple signs shot up and Shelley Silver walked out onto the stage, accompanied by Sloane Cameron.
REYNOLDS
"Well, Nicky! You talk about silver! Rainmaker! Iron Man! Here comes an Iron WOMAN!! Mother of all the little raindrops!!"
HANSON
"Shelley Silver is about to join the party, folks!"
Pausing on the stage for a moment, Shelley seemed to be amping the crowd up by leaning to the side, almost teasingly as she examined the carnage going on in the ring. After what looked like a short exchange with Sloane, Shelley's manager smirked around at the crowd...and held up her friend's trademark nightstick, sending them into a frenzy again.
HANSON
"Listen to all of her little raindrops, Jimmy!"
REYNOLDS
"Sounds like a heavy storm, Nicky!"
HANSON
"Yeah, and here comes the thunder!"
Taking the nightstick from Sloane, Shelley twirled it around by the handle as she started walking towards the ring, gradually picking up speed until she reached the halfway park and SPRINTED!! Into the ring she slid and started dishing out stiff shots with her trademark weapon. Tyson Law. Julian Morrison. Chris Jericho. Shingo Takagi. All were victims of Shelley's opening burst. Things calmed down when she backed away from a downed Law and bumped into someone. Shelley spun around, finding herself just inches away from---
Ethan Skinner!! The two, having backed up into each other and turning to face off, met gazes, drawing an anticipating roar from the crowd. Shelley Silver looked around at the crowd before tilting her head to the side and slowly nodding at Ethan. Ethan Skinner smiled his devilish grin and lifted a hand, giving Shelley a little wave before opening his arms out in a welcoming gesture, calling for her to bring it.
HANSON
"Jim, you have Twitter, don't you?"
REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhh yeah! Believe me, I've been seeing these two trade words! Time to nut up and see who's got the bigger uhh...stick, I'll just say!"
HANSON
"Well, Shelley Silver has a literal stick in her hand. I'd say she has some sense of an advantage."
REYNOLDS
"You saying Shelley needs a stick to have an advantage?"
HANSON
"Haha, touche, my friend. Touche!"
Around the two, the rest of the competitors continued their own skirmishes outside the ring (as the rules of the match most certainly allowed). Silver and Skinner circled one another in the ring with the latter sizing up his opposition and trying to guage how to strike. On the other end, Shelley opened out her arms, inaudibly but visibly telling Ethan "well? C'mon. Here I am." Ethan Skinner raised his hands, going into a judo position but his eyes flickered to the nightstick in Shelley's hand. Shelley looked at it and smiled, resting the handle of it behind her neck and gave a mocking, innocent little twist from side to side. Nick Hanson and James Reynolds laughed.
REYNOLDS
"I don't think Ethan Skinner's exactly anxious to throw down with Shelley Silver when she has that stick in her hand, Nicky."
HANSON
"Do you blame him?"
REYNOLDS
"Hah, no!"
HANSON
"Wait, what's Shelley doing?"
In the ring, Shelley pointed to the stick and offered it out to Ethan, pointing to herself.
REYNOLDS
"Hah! I think she's asking Ethan, 'you wanna take a shot at me with this?' Oh you bad little girl!"
Obviously amused, Ethan Skinner pointed to the nightstick and then himself, mouthing 'really?' Shelley nodded enthusiastically. Ethan shrugged, reached for the nightstick and once he had his hand on it, Shelley let go and grabbed him around the waist hitting a sudden Belly to Belly Suplex!! Ethan popped up onto one knee with a surprised expression on his face. Shelley Silver, meanwhile, tucked her hands behind her back and did a little twist on her toe, smiling innocently...and mimicked Ethan's wave back at him to the delight of the crowd. Slowly nodding, Ethan Skinner got to his feet and began loosening up his arms before going back into his Judo stance and beckoned Shelley on. This time, Shelley went into her own Judo stance and the two began circling one another, not as wrestlers, but as the black belt practitioners they were.
HANSON
"Ohhhh, man, Jim! We're gonna have ourselves a little Judo match at Wrestle War!"
REYNOLDS
"Wait a sec. We know Shelley's a black belt. Isn't Ethan...?"
HANSON
"Most certainly is! Let's see who paid attention to their sensei more!"
While outside of the ring was pure, hardcore mayhem, inside of the ring saw Ethan and Shelley tie up with one another and begin jocking for position.
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REYNOLDS
"Sixteen, Nicky!"
HANSON
"IT'S T-HAWK!! THERE'S THREE GUYS FROM SUZUKI-GUN IN THIS MATCH NOW!"
As "Aurora" filled the arena, T-Hawk burst out onto the stage, pointing to himself and yelling to the crowd before making a beeline right down to ringside where he jumped into a chaotic mix with Shingo and Havok against Ibushi, Nico and Shelton. Meanwhile, Ethan Skinner and Shelley Silver's Judo standoff had begun to disintegrate into a more recognizable wrestling match as part of the ring was then taken up by Jericho and Ibushi again. Finally, the lengthy battle the two had been having came to an end when Jericho went for a Lionsault but landed on Ibushi's knees. In turn, Kota then popped up and lifted Jericho onto his knees, delivering a sickening KAMIGOYE to the face before covering him.
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HANSON
"And Jericho's outta here!"
REYNOLDS
"SO LONG, Y2J!!"
HANSON
"But look out, here come Julian Morrison and Tyson Law!"
Rushing back into the ring, Law and Morrison broke away from one fray and jumped right on Kota Ibushi, starting another two on one attack.
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HANSON
"And with seventeen, we have the last Renegade in this match!"
REYNOLDS
"THE DANGEROUS ONE!!!!"
Making his way down the ramp, Sabastian Riley Young checked his gloves and wrist tape, pointing to the word 'DANGEROUS' on his shirt before sliding into the ring to join his team mates in their attack on Kota Ibushi.
HANSON
"Now it's three on one!"
To the praise of the crowd, however, Shelley Silver ended up hoisting Ethan Skinner up into her arms and dumping him over the top rope right onto the scramble that was Shingo, T-Hawk and Havok versus Nico and Shelton, taking all five men down under him. From here, she immediately rushed the gangland style beatdown and began laying into the Renegades. Tyson Law was plucked off of his feet with a vicious Backdrop Driver. SRY was then spun around, kicked in the gut and planted with a snap DDT. From here, it was Julian Morrison and Shelley Silver facing off, fueled by the Renegade's animosity towards her friends Lara Blackheart and Alex Brody. A verbal scrap turned into a trading of blows. One of which Julian was not too shy to engage in with a woman of Shelley Silver's reputation. Meanwhile, Kota Ibushi recovered and locked up with Tyson Law again while SRY found his way over to Ethan Skinner who recovered outside of the ring and an essential hardcore brawl started between the two.
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REYNOLDS
"Eighteen, Nicky!"
HANSON & REYNOLDS
"OHHHHHHHHH!!!"
REYNOLDS
"As if things couldn't get better for Suzuki-gun! Here comes the assistant coach for the young bloods!"
REYNOLDS
"You mean here comes the handler for that THING right in front of us!"
As this was said, the camera caught a quick glimpse of Havok delivering a lariat to Shelton Benjamin, knocking him inside out at ringside. The shot quickly jumped over to the ramp where Takashi Sugiura was already halfway towards the ring, moving patiently but with a sense of purpose as he rolled his neck and shoulders.
Meanwhile, Nico Salvatore managed to fend off T-Hawk and Shingo Takagi. Now, dripping with sweat, he circled around the outside of the ring and squared up with Havok. From behind him, however, he quickly noticed Sugiura moving into position. Cursing under his breath, Nico paused...and spun around, jumping right at Sugiura, raining down fists and forearms, trying to get in as many shots as he could before Havok jumped on him from behind. It took Sugiura little effort to slip out from under Nico's offense and master and student began to lay into the Urban Gladiator to the chiding of the crowd.
HANSON
"Jim Reynolds, the army has been fully assembled!! Suzuki-gun is at the maximum power they could reach in this match and they have the greatest advantage than any other team here! Sugiura and Havok are laying into Nico outside, in front of us! There go T-Hawk and Shingo into the ring! They're going after Kota Ibushi and Shelley Silver!"
Meanwhile, from behind Sugiura and Havok, Shelton Benjamin regained his footing and ran right up on the two, pulling Sugiura off of Nico and began trading blows with him, allowing Nico to muster up a comeback against Havok. Getting the big, masked man dazed on his feet, Nico climbed up onto the security barricade and came off of it, landing on Havok's shoulders for a hurricanrana buuuuuuut....
Havok simply powered him back up into the powerbomb position, turned and ran him down the length of the ring before delivering a release Buckle Bomb-esque maneuver through a table previously set up against the opposite barricade. The table EXPLODED under Nico's body!!
HANSON
"OH! MY! GOD!"
REYNOLDS
"HOOOOLY SHIT, NICKY!!"
HANSON
"DID YOU SEE THE DISPLAY OF POWER, JIM?!"
REYNOLDS
"OF COURSE, I DID! IT HAPPENED RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME!!"
HANSON
"NICO SALVATORE, FOLKS - TWO HUNDRED AND THIRTY-FIVE POUNDS - JUST GOT CARRIED AND THROWN LIKE A CHILD BY THAT MAN!! HAVOK!!"
As Havok roared, Paul Heyman, still at ringside, was all praise to the young star, standing over Nico and taunting him as Havok raised his fists and let out a terrifying, guttural roar.
HANSON
"If that man wins this match, Jim, the Silver Mountain Champion is gonna have some problems!"
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REYNOLDS
"We've got two men left, Nicky! Who's coming in at 19...?"
HANSON
"TROUBLE, THAT'S WHO!!"
With the Bullet Club logo filling the video wall, Bad Luck Fale slowly made his way out onto the stage, rocking his usual pants, shoes and his merch line "FUCK 'EM" t-shirt, and throwing up the Too Sweet to the camera before shoving it out of his way.
REYNOLDS
"This guy's like the lone wolf of this match! He's got no friends in it! He's gonna be out to hurt everybody!"
Just as was said, once Bad Luck Fale made it to the ring, he was out to make no friends as he started laying into anyone who fell into his sights. In the ring, it was the likes of Julian Morrison, T-Hawk, Kota Ibushi and Tyson Law.
In the midst of all of the carnage, more eliminations began to trickle in:
Kota Ibushi made a rather shocking elimination by going for Shelton Benjamin and hitting him with the Kamigoye for the pinfall, making him the sixth elimination.
Suzuki-gun recieved a dent in their numbers as Shelley Silver delivered a Silver Bullet to Shingo Takagi in a corner and tucked him up for another pinfall elimination.
HANSON
"SUZUKI-GUN JUST LOST A MAN, JIM!"
REYNOLDS
"They've still got three and two of them are big as shit!"
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REYNOLDS
"Well speaking of big as shit, Nicky! Here comes someone who fits the bill!"
HANSON
"Carmine Moretti, ladies and gentlemen! The McKeesport Mafia's enforcer!!"
REYNOLDs
"There's no telling who this guy's gonna go for, Nicky. He's had run-ins with Fale. He's helped Connor K and his guys with Suzuki-gun. He definitely isn't gonna be helping the Renegades out! Oh no, TY!!! JULES!!! GET OUTTA THERE!!!"
As Carmine Moretti reached the ring, he circled around to where Nico and Havok were going at it, still and jumped in on Havok, laying in stiff shots to him before throwing him into the ring. For a brief moment, Carmine and Nico met gazes with the bigger man from the McKeesport Mafia opting, instead, to follow Havok into the ring. Inside, Havok climbed to his feet where Ethan Skinner seized the opportunity and scooped him up onto his back, powering him up with a yell and delivered a Death Valley Driver to him in the center of the ring!
HANSON
"SKINNER HITS A DEATH VALLEY DRIVER ON HAVOK!!"
REYNOLDS
"WOW!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR---!!
But Havok THREW Skinner off of him during his kickout.
HANSON
"OH BUT HAVOK KICKS OUT WITH AUTHORITY BUT HERE COMES MORETTI!!"
Running off the ropes, Carmine Moretti hit Havok with a enormous cross body press and laid out on top of him. Seeing this, Bad Luck Fale ran off the ropes and hit his big splash move. Following up, Kota Ibushi, Shelley Silver and Ethan Skinner all piled on top of the human mountain that was forming. Referee James Greer did his best to even try and check for Havok's shoulders - not that he could see him that well under the mountain of flesh and spandex - before dropping to the mat.
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
REYNOLDS
"Wait, is that it? Is Havok out?!"
James Greer signaled for the elimination.
HANSON
"He's outta here!"
REYNOLDS
"Wow! But look what it took!"
Following this, several more skirmishes unfolded and eliminations took place as followed:
Shelley Silver eliminated Julian Morrison after a spinning roundhouse kick to the face, courtesy of her Taekwondo training.
Nico Salvatore eliminated T-Hawk after slipping out of an attempt at the BT Bomb and scooping him onto his shoulders for the GFY, followed by the pinfall.
Hot off of this elimination, Nico followed up with the elimination of Tyson Law as the Renegade went for a springboard forearm from the apron, only to be caught onto Nico's shoulders and given another GFY before the pinfall.
Ethan Skinner eliminated Kota Ibushi after popping up to his feet during Ibushi's attempt at the Kamigoye as exhaustion left Kota slower in his movements. Skinner capitalized and hit a sudden TKP, followed by a Black Arrow, and then hopped onto the turnbuckle for a Frog Splash. Second guessing the situation, Ethan Skinner quickly hit the turnbuckle again and delivered a SECOND Frog Splash before finally being satisfied and pinning Kota Ibushi.
Almost immediately after this, Sabastian Riley Young took a Bad Luck Fall from Bad Luck Fale and was subsequently pinned by the Bullet Club O.G's muscle.
Continuing what appeared to be a tease at heat between one another, Nico Salvatore's run in the Silver Rush came to an end at the hands of Takashi Sugiura. The Japanese veteran hit a painful looking Olympic Slam right on Nico's neck and shoulders and rolled him up for the pin.
Bad Luck Fale was later eliminated by Carmine Moretti after the McKeesport Mafia's enforcer delivered The Omerta to the Underboss.
Ethan Skinner was eliminated by Takashi Sugiura following a stiff spear from the corner. However, as Sugiura got to his feet, sweaty and panting, he turned right around into the vice grip of Carmine Moretti and was hoisted up and driven down for another Omerta, followed by the pinfall. This left two competitors and the crowd roared on their feet as Carmine Moretti got to his feet and slowly turned around to see...Shelley Silver...resting in the corner. Sweat beading down her lovely face as she watched the man and beckoned with both hands for him to bring it before pulling herself out of the corner.
HANSON
"Could you have asked for a better finale to this match, Jim?!"
REYNOLDS
"I DON'T THINK SO, NICKY!! BEAUTY AND BRAWN...VERSUS BRAWN!!"
In the final moments of the match it, it was clear that Carmine had the power advantage even over Silver who had proven time and time again that she was deceptively strong. Or maybe it was due to her being nearly burned out at this point. Regardless, she continued to put up a fight against Carmine Moretti who was, respectively apprehensive at first. Perhaps it was the Italian gentleman part of him that had him not wanting to flat out throw a fist at a woman. Eventually, however, he had no reservations as it was either fight back with all he had or let Shelley Silver kick him around.
Following several close pinfalls from both competitors, Carmine Moretti decided to put an end to it all and whipped Shelley Silver into the corner with everything he had left in him. Shelley SLAMMED into the corner, catching herself with her arms over the ropes. The look on her face said enough as to how much pain she was in. Shaking his head slightly, Carmine took off towards Shelley like a freight train, yelling at the top of his lungs as he went for a jumping splash into the corner and BOOM!!!
Carmine Moretti collided with the turnbuckle as Shelley Silver dropped out of the way. At ringside, Sloane Cameron slapped the mat, yelling encouragement to Shelley as she climbed to her feet, wobbly they may have been and honed in on Moretti. From there, she took off running on her own and leaped towards him, feet first.
HANSON
"SILVER BULLET FROM SHELLEY SILVER!!!! SHE MIGHT HAVE THIS ONE!!"
But Shelley Silver sat up and shook her head as Carmine Moretti held onto the ropes. Getting to her feet, Shelley ran across the ring, pushed off of the middle turnbuckle on the opposite side and came right back at Carmine for another--
REYNOLDS
"SILVER BULLET!!!! DOUBLE TAP, NICKY!!"
Carmine Moretti fell to his knees. Shelley Silver pulled herself up to her feet, panting heavily as she wiped the sweat from her face and shook her head, this time in disbelief before crossing the ring again. Here, she poised and waited for Carmine to get to his feet again.
HANSON
"No way, Jim. Noooooo WAY!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"She's gonna do it!!"
And Shelley Silver did -- running across the ring again for a THIRD---
REYNOLDS & HANSON
"SILVER BULLEEEEEEEET!!!!"
HANSON
"COVER!!!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
HANSON
"SHELLEY SILVER, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IS! YOUR! WINNER!"
Halestorm's "I Am The Fire" pierced the arena again as Shelley Silver rolled off of Carmine Moretti in a slump and Sloane Cameron immediately slid into the ring to go to her. Shelley held one hand to the back of her neck and lifted the other arm, pointing upwards as ringside attendants entered the ring to apply ice packs to both Shelley and Carmine.
Outside the ring, Roger Arden announced into the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen! Your winner! Aaaaaaaaaand NUMBER! ONE! CONTENDER! TO THE SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPIONSHIP! SHELLEEEEEEEY SIIIIIIIILVEEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!!!!"
HANSON
"JIM!!! SHE'S GONNA WRESTLE FOR THE SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPIONSHIP!! SHELLEY SILVER IS GONNA WRESTLE FOR THE SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPIONSHIP!!"
REYNOLDS
"But who's it gonna be, Nicky?! Okada or...or...or Rick Dickulous?!"
HANSON
"I don't think it matters to her!! She'll fight anybody! Look at the way she came into this match! Ladies and gentlemen, your winner: Shelley Silver! Whoever walks out of Wrestle War with the Silver Mountain Championship, be ready! A rainstorm of coming!"
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After recaps were shown of the Silver Rush Battle Royale, the shot returned to ringside.
HANSON
"Well that was certainly one hell of a match, wasn't it Jim?"
REYNOLDS
"Nicky, I know we don't see eye to eye on a lot of things but I have to agree. I hope that right there is, indeed, a new Wrestle War tradition. I wanna see that again! Kudos to Shelley Silver! All jokes aside, hon. If you're watching or listening, that shit was awesome!"
HANSON
"Now, though...it's time to get serious. This next match is the first of several that are a little personal, as we know."
REYNOLDs
"Oh, you're goddamn right and once again, we don't see eye to eye on a lot, but I think you and I are rooting for the same guy on this one."
As soon as James Reynolds finished saying that....
The crowd erupted with cheers and jumped to their feet as Vince DiCola's "War" filled the arena. The lights darkened with only the ramp and stage illuminated and MATT KLAZZIC burst from the curtain, raising his arms up in an X to the crowd before making his way towards the ring, slapping hands and pointing to the Wrestle War sign at the camera.
HANSON
"There's our boy, Jim!"
REYNOLDS
"C'mon, Matt!!"
Inside the ring, Roger Arden lifted the microphone. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall!! Introducing first!! From Parts Unknown!!" Arden said with a small smirk. "MATT!! KLLLLLAAAAAAAAZZIIIIIIIIIIIIC!!!!"
Entering the ring, Matt Klazzic raised up the X again before hopping on the balls of his feet in a circle - (Think Kurt Angle or Rocky Balboa) - getting psyched up for the match that was just moments from taking place. It wasn't going to be an easy one.
REYNOLDS
"Oh, I hope he knocks Goto's fucking teeth out, Nicky."
As James Reynolds said this, Matt Klazzic's music died down with the lights remaining dim aaaaaand....
Inside the ring, Matt Klazzic hunched down, having removed his jacket and watched the ramp with an intense look in his eyes under his mask.
HANSON
"Look at the intensity in his eyes."
REYNOLDS
"They seem a little red to you?"
HANSON
"Huh...they do kinda. I wonder why?"
Before they count ponder on it more, the 1:12 point in the music came and the guitar riff of "Hadou" filled the arena, amping up the crowd. Even despite recent actions, a portion of the crowd who were NJPW still clapped in rhythm to the music. Emerging from the curtain, donning his hooded robe, Hirooki Goto gazed out at the crowd with uncharismatic disdain in his eyes that wasn't usually seen from him. He then made a brisk walk down the ramp, towards the ring, climbing the steps as Roger Arden announced him.
"Introducing his opponent...from Kuwana, Japan...weighing in at 229 pounds!! Representing CHAOS!! HIROOKIIIIIIIIIIII GOTOOOOOOOOO!!"
Goto entered the ring, throwing off his hood and climbed the turnbuckle, performing his usual samurai prayer gesture.
HANSON
"A true warrior, through and through. His involvement in CHAOS' attack on NFW and the Great White North and their associates is detestable...but Hirooki Goto is, arguably, one of the greatest wrestlers to ever walk the face of the Earth."
REYNOLDS
"I don't give a fuck what his track record is, Nicky. You cross NFW, you get the shaft! Get that ass, Matt!"
HANSON
"It's gonna be a tough one for sure, Jim."
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If anyone wanted a textbook example of what you get when you pit Strong Style and King's Road against each other, this was it. For 16:28, Matt Klazzic and Hirooki Goto represented their styles beautifully as the relative newcomer in Matt Klazzic brought the fight to the New Japan veteran with both men beating the absolute HELL out of each other. In the climatic moment of the match, Hirooki Goto hoisted Matt Klazzic up onto his shoulders, yelling to the crowd as he turned around in a slow circle.
REYNOLDS
"Aw no, Nicky!!! This might be it for, Matt!"
HANSON
"Could it be?! Ushigoroshi?!"
REYNOLDS
"YE--NO!!!! WAIT!!!"
As Goto popped Klazzic up for the follow through, Matt managed to turn his body and land on his feet, shoving his opponent into the turnbuckle before ducking down and scooping Goto up onto his own shoulders.
HANSON
"MATT COUNTERED IT!!! HE COUNTERED!! HE COUNTERED THE USHIGOROSHI!!!"
REYNOLDS
"OH MY GOD, LOOK, NICKY!! HE SAID HE WAS GONNA TAKE GOTO DOWN KING'S ROAD!! WELL ALL ABOARD!!! HERE!! HE!! GOES!!!"
On the word "GOES" Matt Klazzic drove Hirooki Goto down PAINFULLY onto his neck.
HANSON
"BURNING HAMMER!!!!!!!!!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
REYNOLDS
"MATT WINS!!! MATT WINS!!! MATT!! FUCKING!! WINS!!!"
As Vince DiCola's "War" played through the arena again, the referee raised Matt Klazzic's arm and the man immediately left the ring to celebrate around ringside with the front row of fans. As he reached the announce table, he greeted both Nick Hanson and James Reynolds with handshakes and high fives. Nick Handed him a guest mic so he could be heard over commentary.
HANSON
"Matt! Congratulations! One hell of a match!"
KLAZZIC
"Thank you, Nick! Thank you, both! That Goto's one tough cookie, but in the end...ooh, cookies. Man, I could go for some double chocolate chip right now!"
He put a hand to his stomach.
KLAZZIC
"Wow, I'm really hungry! I might need to go back and tear up some brownies! I'll be back out here with you guys in a little bit! THIS IS FOR YOU, NFW!!"
Matt Klazzic dropped the microphone and threw the X up with his arms, pointing to the fans then with both hands before taking the walk up the entry ramp as the victor while ringside staff helped a dazed, Hirooki Goto down the 'losers aisle.'
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*The camera is focused tightly, the viewer barely able to recognize what's being shown. Thumping combined with the rattling of plastic, and the sounds of someone imitating a crowd pop begins to form an idea as the camera focus slowly pulls back. Pitt can be seen playing with a toy version of himself, in the process of recreating the upcoming 6 man tag match as his toy version tangled with Toru Yano. Toy versions of William Mannheim and El Piso Mojado are positioned at one corner, toy versions of Tomohiro Ishii and Will Ospreay in the opposite corner of an NFW branded toy plastic wrestling ring*
"...oh! And Pitt with the brutal lariat, knocking Yano to the outside.."
*Pitt tosses the Yano toy over the ropes and onto the table the ring sits on. William Mannheim and Rick Dickulous can be heard talking off camera, approaching Pitt*
"...well, I went and talked to him about it, guy. He's totally down to take it fer a rip!"
"Good, he's like your Pitt, kid...you'll see. Speaking of tall, dark, and stupid..."
*Pitt panics and sweeps the toy ring off the table comically, the wrestlers flying everywhere, a loud clatter of plastic on the floor piercing the otherwise quiet room. Mannheim and Rick enter the shot from the left, Pitt smiling awkwardly at both men as he barely manages to sit back down*
"Hey, what's going on guys? You talkin' about that Klazzic kid?"
*Mannheim looks at Pitt and nods*
"Yeah. What the fuck were you doing in here? Playing with yourself?"
*Pitt looks as if he's pondering how to answer*
"Kinda? I mean, I wasn't rubbing one out if that's what you mean...it was a team building exercise..."
*Rick looks at Pitt like a concerned father would look at his son who just got caught spanking his monkey*
"Guy...y'know there's a bathroom over there, right? What do we keep tellin' ya, bud?!"
*Pitt sighs*
"I'm never gonna live this shit down am I?"
*Suddenly all three men look around in confusion, Pitt finally questioning*
"Wait...something's missing...."
"Maybe they finally decided to let you speak your mind, dummy! I mean, it IS Wrestle War..."
"Shit, if that's the case, you better hold the fuck on..."
*Again Pitt looks around confused, though less so than before*
"It's gonna take some time to get used to that. Be right back!"
*Pitt disappears off camera to the right as Mannheim turns to Rick*
"You ready for tonight? 60 minutes with Okada's gonna feel like an eternity."
"Yeah, guy. I've been workin' hard, tryin' to keep focused. I watched some match videos, eh? I think he's sellin' me short, guy - he's gonna have a rude awakening..."
"I mean, I think he thinks I'm just gonna try to tie him into a bow like in the cartoons, but you know how hard I've been training for this, guy! I've barely made my promotional appearances for the last week, eh?"
"Good, kid. Don't get your head stuck up your own ass though...you might be bigger, you might be stronger, but remember that shit Scott's been showing you, I guarantee it'll come in handy. Control the pace of the match and you'll control whose hand gets raised at the end - you feel me?"
*Rick nods*
"I get you, guy! How 'bout you, Pitt, and Piso? You guys gonna follow your advice and control the pace, or are you guys just gonna chew bubblegum and take names...but conveniently be all out of bubblegum, bud?"
*Mannheim's smile resembles a cartoon cat, confident that his mouse quarry has no idea it's being watched*
"Oh, believe me, you wanna talk about selling someone short? Wait until we unleash a little chaos on CHAOS...you'll see...and they'll realize that while the Great White North may be funny, we're far from a joke."
"Speaking of jokes, guy, I heard a great one earlier when I was out and about..."
*Rick pronounces it "oot and aboot" comically*
"...so, I was looking for tacos for Piso because he got so Piso-ed off that Tom's Restaurant didn't have any, eh? So this really beautiful lady came up and asked what I was looking for because I looked lost. Would you believe it, guy? She told me she had a taco for rent, but I told her renting one wasn't any good because my Snow Mexican bud would just wanna eat it."
*Mannheim closes his eyes and shakes his head, holding up his hands for Rick to stop*
"Let me guess, she got excited and wanted to meet your buddy?"
"No, she said he wouldn't have to add any salsa because it already had some on it, so I told her he prefers his homemade stuff, thanked her, and ended up finding a taco cart a few blocks away, eh? It was good times, guy!"
*Mannheim gags a bit*
"Jesus, kid, I think you just saved Piso from a round of antibiotics and a lifetime of regret."
*Suddenly Pitt slides back into frame from the right dressed in a black fun fur coat, and a red and white zebra striped fun fur top hat - much like Buff Bagwell used to wear*
"See, Willy? I wasn't kidding when I said hold the fuck on..."
"Pitt....what the FUCK are you wearing? Seriously..."
*Pitt smiles, gesturing at himself proudly from top to bottom*
"I figured I wanted to go the extra mile, Willy. I mean, since we're throwing CHAOS into chaos, maybe this will sell the first part of the plan a little more....you know what the fuck I'm talkin' about!"
*Rick touches Pitt's coat, running his hand down the front*
"Guy, this feels like yak skin...and what the hell is in the poc--"
*As Rick's hand stops at the waist pocket, he reaches his hand in and reveals Pitt's toy version of himself, holding it up and looking at it puzzled*
"Why the hell do you have a little you in your pocket, Pitt?"
*Pitt shrugs at Mannheim and Rick*
"I mean, when I said I was kinda playing with myself...."
*Pitt gestures to the toy as Mannheim facepalms, Rick looking disgusted at Pitt as the scene fades to black*
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As soon as the scene jumped back to ringside, things were immediately ready to go for the next matchup.
"Ladies and gentlemen!" Roger Arden called into the microphone. "The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a six-man tag team match!"
HANSON
"Well, here we go, Jim! More invasion action, I guess you could say!"
REYNOLDS
"I can't believe I'm rooting for the Great White North in this."
As "Stone Pitbull" continued, the first team appeared on the stage, one by one with Roger Arden announcing their arrivals in order of appearance.
"Introducing first, representing CHAOS!! From the United Kingdom's London Borough of Havering!! Weighing in at 174 pounds!! The Aerial Assassin!! WILL!! OSPREEEEEAAAAAY!!!"
Rocking his usual style of gear, themed with CHAOS colors, Will Osprey moved from the stage and down the ramp. Behind him, came his partners.
"And his tag team partners!! First, from Tokyo Japan!! Weighing in at 254 pounds!! He is the Sublime Master Thief!! TORUUUUU YAAAAAANOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!"
Waving a copy of his latest DVD in front of the camera, Toru Yano trailed behind Will Ospreay by about twenty feet, laughing tauntingly into the camera. And last but not least....
"And, from Kawasaki, Kanagawa Japan!! Weighing in at 220 pounds!! The Stone Pitbull!! TOMOHIROOOOOOO IIIIIIISHIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!"
Once all three men were in the ring, they began removing their entrance gear and moving to one corner.
HANSON
"I can't stand these guys lately. They're all, usually, a bunch of upstanding individuals."
REYNOLDS
"Yano's an upstanding individual?"
HANSON
"He can be tolerable."
REYNOLDS
"He once stole a million dollars from Clerence Fletcher Townsend!! He's a damn thief!"
HANSON
"Alright, but Ishii!! Ospreay!! What's gotten into them lately?!"
REYNOLDs
"I don't know, Nicky. I don't know...."
As the members of CHAOS stood ready and waiting on their opponents, the lights dimmed down, leaving only the video wall on as....
REYNOLDS
"...Whaaaaaat....the fuuuuuuuuck...is this?!"
James Reynolds said at first during the intro to the video.
HANSON
"Oh...should we stand for the anthem?"
REYNOLDS
"What? I'm not Canadian."
HANSON
"Well neither am I but you know...respect."
It wasn't until Classified appeared in the video and the music started that it became clear as to exactly what was going on. First came El Piso Mojado in his usual Canada-themed luchadore gear, under a vintage Wayne Gretsky jersey, soon followed by Pitt in his same clothing as seen in the earlier promo. The only one dressed "normally" was William Mannheim, who stepped out in his usual gear. That wasn't to say he wasn't a little more energetic to get the crowd on their side. However, more than that were Piso and Pitt doing their best - albeit embarrassing - hip hop gyrations to the music as the three made their way down to the ring as a unit.
"Introducing their opponents!! At a combined weight of 1,131 pounds---"
REYNOLDS
"Jesus, listen to that. And Pitt looks fucking rediculous!"
"The Mangler, William Mannheim!! Pitt!! El Piso Mojado!! They are, THE GREEEEEAT WHIIIIIIIIITE NOOOOOOOORTH!!!!"
HANSON
"Over one thousand pounds of Patriotic, Canadian power, Jim!"
REYNOLDS
"Piso's not Canadian, Nicky! He's Mexican!"
HANSON
"You've seen his birth certificate?"
REYNOLDS
"Do they have those in Canada? And Pitt looks fucking rediculous!!"
As the music continued, Pitt and El Piso Mojado danced their way into the ring with William Mannheim following in behind them where the two Army of Darkness members struck their usual pose while Piso posed up on the turnbuckle.
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The Great White North defeated CHAOS, by pinfall in 18:01, when Pitt caught Will Ospreay out of the air off of the ropes and delivered a Running Powerbomb. As he went for the cover, Mannheim hit a Big Boot to Tomohiro Ishii off of the apron and El Piso Mojado hit a Cannonball off of the apron onto Toru Yano - both to keep the other two out of the ring as the referee made the count.
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The camera switched backstage to a locker room where the viewers saw Erin Mercer, there for support of her friends competing on tonight's big show. Dressed in low hip, tight hugging jeans and an AC/DC baby tee that would probably make her parents faint if they happened to be watching from home, the cheerful, tatted up redhead looked from side to side as she sat on a bench with a tablet in her hands that she was using to watch Wrestle War from the company's streaming service. It was the best view she was going to get from a fan's perspective until, of course, the semi-main event in which she would be right at ringside with her bestie, Alex Brody. "Wow. I don't think I've ever seen either of you two so focused." She looked off to one side where there was no answer from whoever was off screen on that side of her. Erin didn't seem insulted in the slightest, however. She seemed more understanding than anything as she turned to the other side and set her tablet down after giving a look at the screen, realizing that her device was streaming what was being caught on camera now. "That is so weird." She muttered before putting it down and getting up off of the bench to approach Alex Brody on the other side of the locker room.
"Hey, girl." She said, sounding more sincere in her tone but still up in spirits. "How ya feeling?"
For once, the usually bubbly-and-spazzy Alex Brody was quiet. Contemplative. Almost motionless. Already changed into her ring gear, tonight in the same shade of green than her Kid Cthulhu guise wore, her eyes were bright but steely, focused intently on the monitor of the laptop she sat across from. She had various clips of Adrianna Salvatore in action, on a loop.
"Hi hon..." Alex said, voice sweet yet... missing that usual spunk.
Erin gave her friend a playful squeeze-shake on the shoulders as she leaned over to see what Alex was watching. "Heeeey! Why so bummed? You're gonna do fine!" She watched for a moment, unable to help but smirk out of pride for Alex who had been studying her opponent for days on end now. She was definitely going to be ready for tonight. That smirk dropped off of her face when she realized the lack of cheer in Alex's tone and composure wasn't just because she was focusing on her match ahead.
Erin pulled up a second chair beside her and plopped down, backwards in it, leaning forward with her arms crossed over the back rest. "It's still eating you up inside, huh? What she said in the ring." Her tone was calm and soft as she empathized with Alex. She knew, as well as her friend, what it was like to be doubted by people.
"I know I'm gonna do great tonight." Alex said, turning to look at Erin. She finally showed some vulnerability, the girl's last words hitting home. "I'm gonna do great because I have to. Nobody is ever going to disregard me the way she did again. I can't promise I'm gonna win the title... but what I can promise is that the only way I'm leaving that ring without it is if my unconscious body is carted off on a stretcher."
"Hey." Erin put a hand on Alex's arm, offering a smile to hopefully perk her up some. "You have more of a following than you may think, babe. I believe in you. I know your dad believes in you. Vin believes in you." She thumbed back over her shoulder before glancing over, off camera then back to Alex, shaking her head. "I don't know what the hell he's doing over there. But, let's see...Rick believes in you - not that he hasn't made that more than obvious." Erin had to giggle a little as she recalled Rick Dickulous' constant tweets in support of Alex. He was like her biggest fan among the roster members. A total mark. "But most of all?" Erin added, pointing a hand off to the side, indicating the fans. "They believe in you. They believe in you because you believe in yourself and you have never given up. That's what makes you, you."
"Hey, you've got this, Alex." The voice of Vincent Stone came from off screen before he appeared in frame, walking up to stand beside Erin and Alex. He, too, was already in his gear. A white variation with black accents and text for his trunks, boots and pads while his hand wraps were black instead of white. Aside from his gear, his t-shirt and beanie were still black with the shirt reading "Chef Stone's Gourmet Knuckle Sandwiches" with a stencil outline of Stone himself with a chef's hat. "Go out there and knock the attitude out of her."
"See?" Erin said, confirming to Alex about Stone believing in her before looking up at her mixed tag partner. "What the hell are you doing over there, anyway? Meditating?"
Stone rolled his neck around and shook his hands down at his sides, loosening up. "Cut me a break, I'm getting into my own zone. Alex has it easy, if you ask me. She's got one person to deal with. I've got three!" He remarked but didn't seem too worried about his situation. Well...there was a hint of concern, there, but he wasn't terrified of the idea. He turned back to Alex. "Just keep doing what you've been doing and remember what we went over. You're golden, girl." He stuck out a fist for a bump.
"I love you guys so much..." Alex chuckled, fist-bumping Stone and leaning in to give Erin a friendly snuggle. "Sorry for being so quiet this last week... I don't mean to be all emo. Heck, I don't even think Adrianna meant anything by what she said. But it was still the truth: nobody takes me seriously. And I gotta draw the line right here, you know? I have to show her that regardless of whether or not I beat her... that I'm not some pushover, or some guaranteed win."
Erin put an arm around Alex and brought her in for a squeeze. “You’re not emo, babe. You just wear your heart out in the open like we do. And the fact that you care whether or not people take you seriously is good! Use it!”
“Exactly.” Stone chimed in again. “You just gotta...” He thought for a moment before pointing to Alex. “Be like Jack Nicholson in Tim Burton’s Batman.” Again, came one of the man’s impeccable impersonations as he dropped a quote from said movie: “Wait’ll they get a load of me!”
Erin stared up at him with an amused grin. “You do that way too well.”
“Yeah, I know.” Stone shrugged. “Anyway, I gotta go get ready! See, Alex? You’re not even on for awhile and you’re more ready to go. I’m over here quoting movies with two hotties when I’m up after this next match!” He laughed and gave both girls hugs. “I’ll catch you two later. You’re gonna do great.” The last part being said to Alex before the man dipped out of the locker room that was technically hers and Erin’s.
Erin shook her head with a small smirk. “He’s goofy, he sucks when it comes to talking to his crush, but he knows his shit.”
"Thanks, Erin. You guys have just been.... honestly, the best friends I could ask for." She looked at Erin for a moment, an eyebrow going up as she was clearly in deep thought. "I can count on you to never lie to me, right? Like... even if it was to spare my feelings?"
Erin slumped her shoulders and tilted her head to the side. Still, she gave a small smile, slowly shaking her head. "If I did that, I wouldn't be a real friend would I? Same goes for him." She thumbed back towards the door that Vincent Stone had just left out of. "Trust me, I can speak from experience. You don't have to worry about us being fake. Especially not me. I'd be a hypocrite, otherwise."
"Alright." She turned, to make sure she was looking Erin right in the eyes. "I know you're pulling for me tonight... but honestly - do you really think I can beat her?"
Erin sat straight up in her chair, folding her tatted arms low over her stomach and sighed. "With that attitude?" She shook her head. "No. Because the moment you have even the slightest doubt in your mind, there's a good chance you're gonna make a mistake." She thought for a moment before she seemed to have an example to go with. "Why do you think I pushed you so hard in our match? You hesitated when you saw my stitches had opened up. If you wanna try and save friendship with her, do it after the match. But if it looks like you've got her down and you hesitate - even for a second - because you think you might hurt her too much? Babe, she's gonna use that window and hit you with everything she's got." Erin leaned forward and cupped Alex by the face, making her maintain that eye to eye contact. "From bell to bell...Do. Not. Hesitate. Because we both know she's not going to. I'd bet money that she wouldn't even hesitate if it were Mia in your place. And we know how the poor girl feels about her, outside of the ring. If she wouldn't hesitate against someone she's crazy for, she sure as hell isn't gonna hesitate against you."
"That's all I wanted to hear." Alex told her, voice and tone stronger and firmer than most are used to hearing her. "I just needed to know that YOU don't see me the way Adrianna does. She thinks I'm a pushover, and she made that clear. Usually, I get on fine with her. But at the end of the day, I'm here to wrestle, not to make friends. As long as I have you and Vince and Shelley in my corner, I really don't care about anyone else."
"And you don't need anyone else." Erin smiled and looked her friend over. She was no longer the terrified rookie girl that felt the need to hide behind a mask for fear of what her father - the CEO and co-GM of NFW - might think out of his own worry. She had proven that she could do this. She was as good as any other athlete in their division. Whether any credit was really due to herself or Vince or Shelley, Erin wasn't sure. Maybe a little. But Alex had mostly done this all by herself as far as she could see. They only helped a little on the way. "You're gonna make an awesome champion someday, Alex. Whether it happens tonight or somewhere else down the line, it's definitely coming. You're the type that little girls are gonna see with the belt and say 'I wanna be like her when I grow up!' And I mean that. Just keep your head on your shoulders, maintain this confidence you've found...." She gave a fist bump. "And kick some ass with the heart of a lion."
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Cutting back to ringside, Roger Arden stood in the ring once more, holding the microphone. "Ladies and gentlemen! The following contest IS a TRIPLE THREAT MATCH and it is for the NFW TELEVISION CHAMPIONSHIP!!" Lowering the microphone down, Roger Arden waited calmly and patiently as the competitors began making their entrances. First....
Fort Minor's "Remember The Name" began playing throughout the arena for the second time that evening.
HANSON
"Well, we were expecting this man out earlier during the Silver Rush Battle Royale, but due to some uhh...last minute changes, I guess you could say, we will now be seeing him as part of the Television Championship match with Buzzsaw and Kenny Omega!"
As Nick Hanson spoke, the curtain flew open and Chris Wolfe appeared as expected, amping up the electric crowd.
REYNOLDS
"I can't think of anyone else who would wanna actually step up to Buzzsaw but here it is, not one but TWO people wanna take him on! Listen to these crowd, Nicky!"
HANSON
"Oh, I hear them, Jim! Hometown guy right here!"
KLAZZIC
"Heya fellas!"
HANSON
"Matt! Welcome! Just in time!"
REYNOLDs
"Hey, Matt, you kicked ass in your match. Good shit, brother! Way to represent! Now sit your ass down."
KLAZZIC
"Hey, I brought some brownies! Rick made them!"
Inside the ring, Roger Arden lifted the microphone up. "Introducing the challengers...first, making his way to the ring...from Brooklyn, New York...weighing in at 221 pounds...HE IS...BIG...BAD...CHRIIIIIIIS WOOOOOOOLFE!!!!"
Slapping hands and yelling into the camera, absolutely full of energy, Chris Wolfe made his way to the ring, hopping right in and playing to the crowd on the turnbuckle before hopping back down to the mat and moving to his corner as his music faded out. As the crowd's energy returned to a calm, they awaited the next entry as....
The lights died down, shrouding the fans in darkness while the video wall switched on to display a run down, decimated city that some might have recognized as Midgar from Final Fantasy 7. On the screen, a pair of black boots, surrounded by a black leather coat walked into frame, stepping slowly over the ruined rubble. Glimpses of the figure walking, at different angles, began to make the identity seemingly more clear. Leather straps, a silver shoulder plate, all came into view as the camera kept with who appeared to be none other than the Final Fantasy villain, Sephiroth! Finally, the iconic video game character, seemingly portrayed in live action came to a stop in his walk amongst the rubble at the edge of a drop off of what was left of a building.
Next, the camera cut to a back shot of 'Sephiroth' with his head down as he gazed down at the ruined city. After a moment, he lifted his head, revealing uncharateristically curly, long, silver hair rather than the straight strands he was known for. With the snap of his right arm, his trademark black wing SNAPPED out from his coat, blocking the arm until the camera slowly panned in and swooped around to show that the extended hand formed a 'gun' with the index finger and thumb extended outward. It also revealed the face of the figure as, not that of Sephiroth...but of the second challenger for the Television Championship - Kenny Omega. Turning his head towards the camera, he smiled and said....
"I...will never be...just a memory!"
Then, with the snap up of his 'gun' hand, the screen went black....
And "Devil's Sky" filled the arena. The lights re-illuminated in the arena with an almost ominous, grey tone. The crowd erupted with more cheers as Kenny Omega was now seen standing on the stage with his back to the ring, gun hand extended and wearing the same attire from the video, minus only the wing.
HANSON
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! THE ONE WINGED ANGEL!! IS!! HERE!!"
KLAZZIC
"THIS IS SO COOL, NICK HANSON!"
REYNOLDS
"I'M GONNA START A PETITION! CAST KENNY OMEGA AS SEPHIROTH IN A MOVIE!!"
On the stage, Kenny Omega spun around, sweeping his coat back with a devilish grin to the camera before beginning to make his way down the aisle. As he did, The Young Bucks - Nick and Matt Jackson - appeared from the side of the ramp, coming to join their friend in his approach to the ring. Inside the ring, as Kenny Omega ascended the steps and entered under the rope, Roger Arden raised the microphone up.
"Introducing the second challenger!! From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada!! Weighing in at 229 pounds!! Representing the Bullet Club Elite!! HE! IS! THE BEST BOUT MACHINE! KENNYYYYYYY OMEEEEEEEEEG----"
Just as Kenny Omega was bringing up his gun hand again, shaking the fingers of his opposite hand, he turned his aim at Chris Wolfe, clicked his thumb in and---
Everything STOPPED!! The music stopped. The arena went COMPLETELY black!!
KLAZZIC
"Wait, what?"
HANSON
"Uh-oh...."
REYNOLDS
"The hell's going on?!"
Several long, silent seconds went by before the video wall came to life with a photo of Kenny Omega back during his Cleaner phase. However, the image had been 'desecrated' with the word 'FRAUD' spray painted over it.
HANSON
"What the hell? That...that's a picture of Kenny. But...."
REYNOLDS
"Who the fuck is doing this? Buzzsaw?"
HANSON
"Naw. Why would he?"
KLAZZIC
"Well someone's unhappy with Kenny, for sure. Hey you guys want some of these brownies?"
After a moment, the video wall shut off and the lights came back on. Everything returned to normal just as quickly as it had gotten weird, leaving Kenny Omega to turn to the bucks with confusion on his face. Neither Nick or Matt Jackson seemed to know what was going on. All three men turned to Chris Wolfe, who immediately put up his hands as Nothingface's "Make Your Own Bones" kicked on throughout the arena and the Television Champion began making his way to the ring.
"Aaaaaand introducing the champion!! Representing the Dominion of Pain!! Weighing in at 225 pounds!! He is the NFW Television Champion!! BUUUZZZZZZZZZSSSSSAAAAAAAAAAWWWWWW!!!"
REYNOLDS
"Matt, did you say Rick Dickulous made these brownies?"
KLAZZIC
"Sure did! Aren't they great?"
REYNOLDS
"Oh yeah...they're great alright. Help yourself."
HANSON
"Very unique flavor, for sure.
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In the Television Championship match, Chris Wolfe defeated Kenny Omega and Buzzsaw, by pinfall in 18: 40, to become the NEW Television Champion when Omega hit Buzzsaw with a V-Trigger, stunning him on his feat. However, before he could capitalize with the One Winged Angel, Chris Wolfe ran up and hit Omega with a surprising SUPERKICK, knocking him through the ropes. He then pulled Buzzsaw to the center of the ring and hit the DIREWOLFE, followed by the cover!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
HANSON
"WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!! NEW TELEMUNDO CHAMPION!!!"
KLAZZIC
"Telemundo? I think you mean Television, there, Nick Hanson....say, are you alright?"
We can hear James Reynolds snickering hysterically while Chris Wolfe celebrates in the ring and Kenny Omega sits up outside the ring with the help of the Young Bucks.
REYNOLDS
"He'll be fine, Matt. He'll be fine. How are you feeling?"
KLAZZIC
"Me? I think I have tenitus from those kicks by Goto. I keep hearing this ringing."
REYNOLDS
"Goto never kicked you in the head, Matt."
HANSON
"Goto gave you head Matt? Gnarly!"
James Reynolds burst out laughing at the table.
REYNOLDS
"Ohhhh this is gonna be a Wrestle War to remember!"
HANSON
"Whatchu talkin' 'bout, Willis?"
REYNOLDS
"Nothing, Nicky. Nothing."
KLAZZIC
"Hey, I love that show! Man, I'm hungry. You guys hungry? Like I need more than these brownies.
HANSON
"Caaaaandy baaaaaaaaars!"
James Reynolds can be heard shrieking with laughter as the shot cut away.
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The camera switched back to the locker room area again. Vincent Stone looked to be in the middle of getting ready for his match as it drew closer. His hands were already taped but from the angle of the camera, it looked like he was wearing some type of black PVC pants rather than his black and white trunks. Even so, the angle was only visible as low as just under his waist as the man looked to be laying out more gear. He nodded to himself after looking it over before picking up...a face paint kit? Stone checked the contents of the kit as if making sure he had everything before stepping over to a mirror. The camera rests behind him, catching his reflection in the mirror.
Stone looked up, noticing the camera in the reflection and shrugged up his hands. "Hey, do you mind? This is supposed to be one of those cool surprises. You know, big Wrestle War moment?" Stone waves his hands slightly, imitating the roar of the crowd under his breath before waving at the camera man for him to shoo. Finally, he set the kit down and looked into the mirror, sighing heavy with nerves. Then, he reached up and adjusted the mirror on it's axis, turning it just enough to bring in more of his reflection. What it also brought into view was.....
The King of Pain, Judas Lasher, standing behind Vincent Stone in the reflection, several feet back. With a loud, startled yell, Stone whipped around with the quickness and brought his hands up. The camera swept across the locker room to focus on Judas Lasher himself.
"Hello, Vincent." Judas said in a calm, stoic.... yet utterly terrifying tone. "I believe it's time you and I had a discussion."
Walking into the room further, he'd clearly just shown up as he was still in his suit, his hair tied back in an intricate braid.
"Before you end up doing something <i>both</i> of us will regret."
Realizing that the King of Pain wasn't there to attack him...yet. Vincent Stone tentatively lowered his fists before bringing up an index finger to motion between him and the deadly legend. "As if you would have any regrets leaving me in a pool of my own blood, at any point." He said, narrowing his eyes suspiciously. "What do you want, Judas?"
"Not that I haven't found this... little mission of yours to be amusing, but as you know, I have an important match tonight. So sadly... I no longer have the time to drag this out." Lasher walked right past the other man, walking over to Stone's locker, where he had a small photo of Erin hamming it up with Lara.
"I am not an unfeeling man, Vincent. And I understand your frustration with what Lara did to Ms. Mercer." He turned then, looking Stone in the eyes. "But the part you misunderstood is why that brutal attack happened. You jumped to the conclusion that I encouraged Lara to savage your friend. Maybe you truly believed that. Or maybe you merely needed a scapegoat you could actually provoke physically. But the only thing I encouraged Lara to do was to harness her rage, and use it to make herself stronger. Lara is very much her father's daughter, Mr. Stone. Like her father, she is comic, often to the point of being obnoxious. But also like him, she uses that comedy to hide the anger, rage, and sadism typically locked deep inside her. What happened to Ms. Mercer was... unfortunate. But it was going to happen. She was merely the one unlucky enough to be in the ring when it happened."
As Judas Lasher continued to speak, Vincent Stone visibly relaxed more until he seemed to have completely calmed in the man's presence. While Judas opened his locker and took the photo out of Erin and Lara, Stone re-tensed, ready to snatch it back until he saw the man was only using it to make a point. By the time Judas Lasher was finished, Stone's expression towards Judas had gone from straight up, outward hatred and distrust to something more...understanding. And the man that had briefly been a pupil of one of Lasher's own came to stand by the locker with his arms folded over his chest as he looked down at the photo then to Judas. "So the whole...bubbly, bouncy, party girl bit: it's all a sham, is that it?" He looked at the photo again then back to Judas. "Just how damaged is Lara? I know losing her dad hit her hard but...something tells me there's more to it."
"Son... once again, you're looking at things in far too 'black and white' of a manner." He said, pinching the bridge of his nose in obvious frustration. "No part of Lara is a 'sham', as you put it. She is the same person you have known. What I'm telling you is that she also has a very violent, very dark part of her as well, and she works hard to bury that part in the deepest parts of her heart. But the combination of losing her father, the war she had both with the Circle of Snakes AND with her former "best friend".... and now the stress of whatever the hell is going on in her personal life... she's having a harder and harder time keeping the beast within at bay."
Stone seemed to understand then as he slowly nodded, motioning with a hand as if he were drawing out some unseen energy from his own core. "And so...what you're doing is basically trying to help her direct that 'darkness' into a controlled environment." He understood, now. He thought so, anyway, as he nodded. "I can dig that...kinda. But what happens when she goes off on someone she wouldn't ever wanna hurt? What happens when she goes off on Morgan or Marissa? What would Doomsday say if she does something to Adrianna? I get it that she needs an outlet. We all have our demons, Ju--..." He paused and thought for a second. "...Mr. Lasher. But if she's gonna direct hers at people, she needs to figure out how to do so at the right people. If that's what you're trying to hep her with, cool. Believe me, I've had nothing but mad respect for your entire crew since I was watching from the other side of the barricade. I didn't try to start this war because I agreed with the goddamn Renegades. Hell, I don't even know what's gotten into Max these days. He used to give me pointers back when---"
He stopped and shook his head. "Sorry. I'm rambling. I get where you're coming from, though. I think. Plus, the last thing either of us need is to worry about the other or associates causing problems for us tonight. You've got your match. I've got mine. Keep our focus where it needs to be. If Lara ever needs an ear, remind her she's got three people outside of her usual circle willing to listen." Stone paused, looking down at himself, then at the picture again before looking to Judas once more...and offered a taped up hand for a handshake. "I know my little crusade hadn't amounted to anything up to this point but for what it's worth, consider it over. Hell, Erin herself never wanted me to do this anyway." After the handshake, Stone added. "One more thing? Tell Buzzsaw...his biggest fan's bummed about his match."
Lasher shook the younger man's hand, looking almost bemused at the entire thing. "I do not love many people, Mr. Stone. That is a luxury I can rarely afford. But I do love Lara, as well as her mother. So I will be trying to help her in any way that I can. Just as I did with her father. I suggest you do the same."
He paused then, smirking at the mention of Buzzsaw's earlier match. "Trust me. His loss is not a bad thing. It's simply the next step in his evolution."
Stone stopped, himself, and looked out at Judas Lasher as he made his exit with a curious, almost amused expression. "Evolution, huh? Looking forward to seeing it!" He called, watching the man leave before stepping back over to the mirror where he left his kit and pointed at his reflection. "You just dodged a bullet, motherfucker." He said to himself. "Now, c'mon...." He added, giving himself a double slap in the face. "Fucking game time!"
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As the camera opens on Scott Leroux... several things would be immediately noticeable. First? He was alone. No Mannheim, no Pitt, no Rick... it was just him. Second? Gone were the tights he'd been wearing as part of the Great White North. For tonight? He was wearing his old-school, red and white Team Canada tights, and a Curtis Joseph Maple Leafs jersey.
"Shinsuke Nakamura. The 'King of Strong Style'. One of the best strikers in this sport's history. And yet... for someone so legendary you're also a fucking idiot!"
"See... only dumb sack of shit like you would do what you did. You think I've been coasting by a bit here lately? I have. No doubt. Since losing the World Title, I admit: I've been more focused on having fun with my buddies than with winning. And it shows. Which means if you would've just come in and challenged me? You'd have beaten me EASILY. And I can admit that."
He spun around, looking directly into the camera with a sneer. "But no.... you had to wake the beast, didn't you? You had to jump me from behind like the pussy you are, and end up pissing me off. You didn't just light a fire under me, asshole... you started a goddamn wildfire. And tonight? That fire's gonna burn... you... alive."
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Returning to ringside, we can hear James Reynolds trying to maintain his composure. We can also hear the dialing of a phone.
REYNOLDS
"Matt, what the hell are you doing?"
KLAZZIC
"Ordering in! Want anything? I'm calling in from East Village!"
James Reynolds can be heard snickering.
REYNOLDS
"You know what? Sure. You buying? Get Nicky here something big. He's gonna need it."
KLAZZIC
"Yes? Hello? Mi scusi? Babbity boopi?"
REYNOLDS
"What the fuck?"
HANSON
"Bibbipity, babbity boop!"
REYNOLDS
"Did you just boop my nose, Nick?"
KLAZZIC
"Mi scusi, mi scusi!"
REYNOLDS
"Matt, what the FUCK are you doing?"
The shot cuts to the announce table as Matt puts his hand over the mouth portion of the phone.
KLAZZIC
"This guy sounds Italian and my Italian's not too up to par, Jim. You speak Italian?"
REYNOLDs
"Gimme that goddamn phone."
James Reynolds snatches the phone from Matt Klazzic and takes over.
REYNOLDS
"Yo! Hey man, sorry about that. Ignore my friend there. He's high as a fucking kite, right now."
KLAZZIC
"I'm WHAT?!"
HANSON
"I wanna fly a kite...."
REYNOLDS
"Yeah, alright so listen...."
As James Reynolds begins with ordering something to do away with the case of the munchies that has suddenly come up, the lights dimmed down for the next match.
KLAZZIC
"Well, while James Reynolds does that folks...and while I start to ponder my choice in sweets in the future, here comes the oh so detestable challenger for the Silver Mountin Championship! The once respectable Rainmaker! Kazuchika Okada."
HANSON
"Detestable, respectable. Timing's impeccable. My shit be unflexible."
KLAZZIC
"Do you need some water, Nick?"
HANSON
"WHITE BOY NEEDS SOME MUH'FUCKIN CRUNK JUICE, NYUKKA!!"
KLAZZIC
(Gasping)
"Nick!! You can't say that!!"
HANSON
"You know what else I can't say? Okada's first name. Kazu...Kazuya? Kazuchips? Chips and dips? Dip dip, potato chip."
KLAZZIC
"Kazuchika Okada, Nick Hanson."
HANSON
"Wait, he has my name as part of his?"
KLAZZIC
"...Hoo boy...."
Once Okada had made it to the ring and was announced....
Jackyl's "The Lumberjack" started up over the speakers, signaling the arrival of the defending champion, Rick Dickulous. While making his usual entrance, Rick circled around to the announce table to greet Matt with a high five and a thumbs up. He immediately looked at Nick Hanson and pointed at him while looking to Matt Klazzic. "What's with him, Matt, guy?"
Shrugging and shaking his head, Matt was clueless.
KLAZZIC
"I have no idea! He's been acting weird ever since he ate a couple of these brownies! Ya think he's allergic to mint?"
Rick said nothing. Just straightened his posture and turned away from the table. "Uhh...I better take care of this match first, eh? We'll talk more later, buddy!" Rick said, shooting an 'oh shit' look at the camera before getting into the ring and handing the belt over.
REYNOLDS
"There we go. Pies are on their way."
KLAZZIC
"Pies? As in plural?"
REYNOLDS
"As in four large pies."
KLAZZIC
"James Reynolds! We're not gonna eat all of that!"
REYNOLDS
"I won't, but you boys will!"
James Reynolds laughs as Rick Dickulous starts stripping off his entrance gear and the referee holds the new, updated Silver Mountain Championship up.
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In the 60 Minute Iron-Man match for the Silver Mountain Championship, Rick Dickulous battles against Kazuchika Okada with everything he had. It wasn't until 17:03 that the first pinfall came in the match as Kazuchika Okada slipped out of an attempt at the Misery Whip and managed to spin Rick around, hitting him with what was - at that point - a third...
KLAZZIC
"RRRRAAAAAAIIIIINNNNNMAAAAAAAKEEEEEEEEEEER!!!! C'MON, RICK!!! DON'T LET THAT BE IT!!! C'MON!!"
HANSON
"C'MON PEOPLE NOW!!!! SMILE ON YA BROTHER!!! EVERYBODY GET TOGETHER!!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
FIRST FALL: Kazuchika Okada at 17:03!
Score
Kazuchika Okada: 1
Rick Dickulous: 0
From there, Okada picked Rick up and went for another Rainmaker, hoping to score another point. This time, however, Rick brought up a massive arm to block the lariat and HEADBUTTED Okada before bursting forward to hit him with a FLATLINER!!!
KLAZZIC
"Rick brings Okada down!! Cover him, Rick!!"
HANSON
"Let's go Rick! Pr-pr-pr-pretty Rickeeeeeeeh!!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"You hush up, Nick Hanson. Wow is it quiet in here. Aren't the fans into this match?"
REYNOLDS
"What are you talking about? These fans are going nuts!"
KLAZZIC
"You say something, Jim?"
REYNOLDS
"Jesus, what kinda strain did Rick put in those brownies?"
Several minutes later, Rick Dickulous began to mount a comeback from Okada's uprising and, as Okada attempted to lift the big man up for a Tombstone, Rick countered it into one of his own, DRILLING Okada down to the mat!!
REYNOLDS
"TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!! STRAIGHT FROM OKADA'S OWN BOOK!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
SECOND FALL: Rick Dickulous at 29:52!]
Score
Kazuchika Okada: 1
Rick Dickulous: 1
KLAZZIC
"Rick brings Okada down!! Cover him, Rick!!"
HANSON
"Let's go Rick! Pr-pr-pr-pretty Rickeeeeeeeh!!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"You hush up, Nick Hanson. Wow is it quiet in here. Aren't the fans into this match?"
REYNOLDS
"What are you talking about? These fans are going nuts!"
KLAZZIC
"You say something, Jim?"
REYNOLDS
"Jesus, what kinda strain did Rick put in those brownies?"
Several minutes later, Rick Dickulous began to mount a comeback from Okada's uprising and, as Okada attempted to lift the big man up for a Tombstone, Rick countered it into one of his own, DRILLING Okada down to the mat!!
REYNOLDS
"TOMBSTONE PILEDRIVER!!! STRAIGHT FROM OKADA'S OWN BOOK!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
SECOND FALL: Rick Dickulous at 29:52!]
Score
Kazuchika Okada: 1
Rick Dickulous: 1
KLAZZIC
"There it is!! Rick ties things up with Okada!!"
HANSON
"I wonder if Alex Brody likes to be tied up?"
The camera cuts to the table. Simultaneously, James Reynolds and Matt Klazzic turn to slowly look at Nick Hanson. Matt is absolutely shocked. James looks ready to laugh his ass off.
REYNOLDS
"You wanna say that again, Nicky?"
HANSON
"You know what they say about the sweet, innocent ones! Freak-a-leek!"
KLAZZIC
"Oh boy...."
As the match continued, Rick and Okada continued to exchange big signatures and finishers until several more minutes went by. Eventually, Rick countered another Rainmaker and, on his last leg by now, let out a roar of desperation as he hoisted Okada up over his shoulder and SLAMMED him with the Misery Whip!!
KLAZZIC
"WHA-PSSSHHHH!!!!!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
THIRD FALL: Rick Dickulous at 49:22!
Score
Kazuchika Okada: 1
Rick Dickulous: 2
REYNOLDS
"Pizza's here! Pay the man, Matt!"
The rest of the match carried on with Okada and Dickulous jarring for another point. In the climatic moments of the match, Okada looked to be getting the upper hand on Rick Dickulous again until, during the final minute, he landed another, devastating Rainmaker!!
REYNOLDS
"Shit! I never thought I'd say this but get up Rick!! Don't let him score that point!!"
Kazuchika Okada crawled over towards Rick Dickulous as the clock ticked down.
10!
9!
8!
7!
6!
5!
4!
3!
2!
He draped an arm over Rick Dickulous' heaving chest. Referee James Greer dropped down to make the pin.
ONE!!
1!
TWO!!
0!
THR--
BUZZER!!
Just as the referee's hand started to come down to slap the mat a third time, the buzzer roared through the arena and James Greer, ever the professional at his job as the senior official, stopped his hand and signaled that that was it!
Final Score
Kazuchika Okada: 1
Rick Dickulous: 2
"Ladies and gentlemen!!" Roger Arden announced into the microphone. "Here is your winner!! Aaaaaaaaaaand STILL...THE N! F! W! SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPION!! RIIIIIIIIICK DIIIIIIIICKULOOOOOUUUUUUUUUUSSSSS!!!!!!!!"
Jackyl's "The Lumberjack" kicked on over the arena speakers as Rick slowly sat up and was handed the updated championship belt which seemed to spring a second life into him as he got to his feet and raised his arms -- and the title -- into the air for the crowd.
REYNOLDS
"Listen to these New Yorkers cheering this Canadian!!"
KLAZZIC
"I can't hear a thing, Jim!! It's weird!"
REYNOLDS
"You heard me just now, didn't you?"
KLAZZIC
"I read your lips."
REYNOLDs
"Since when the fuck can you read lips?"
KLAZZIC
"Nick? Are you good?"
The camera cuts to the table. Nick Hanson has one of the pizzas -- the entire pie -- rolled up into a giant, saucy, cheesy burrito and is eating it as such, looking to be in absolute bliss. He gives a stoned out smile to Matt Klazzic and nods before the shot cuts back to Rick celebrating in the ring before taking his leave.
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The camera shifts back to The Renegades locker room. Again, Max LeBrun is seen; only this time, he's dressed in his ring gear with his hood down and his hair tied back into the tight short ponytail he always starts his matches out with (before it becomes a mangled mess). In his hands is a tablet where vintage NFW audio can be heard.
Announcer #1: "These men are a bloody mess!"
Announcer #2: "And they've barely even gotten started, if ya ask me!"
Announcer #1: "Judas Lasher! William Mannheim! The King of Pain and The Mangler, ladies and gentlemen! One of them is NOT walking out of here on their own!"
The crowd roared from his tablet as Max stared down at the screen with intense focus. A heavy exhale coming from his nose as he gripped the tablet tightly with gloved fingers.
"Max?" The voice of Candi Broduer called out, sighing as she walked into view, seeing what he was watching. As she was due to be in the ring soon, she was in her red and white tights and arm sleeves, with a black Renegades tee with the midriff and sleeves cut off. "I know we usually separate our in-ring relationship from out-of-the-ring but... the part of me that loves you has to win out here: do you HAVE to fight him tonight?"
On the tablet, what sounds like glass shattering can be heard. The crowd in the video reacts.
Announcer #1: "MY GOD!! A LIGHT TUBE ACROSS THE SKULL OF MANNHEIM!!"
Announcer #2: "This guy is SICK!!! AB-SO-LUTELY! FUCKING! SICK!"
Max tapped the screen, pausing the video and set the tablet aside with a sigh as he looked up at Candi. He remembered what Tyson said earlier. He had a good woman in Candi Broduer. If it weren't for her unwavering support, who knew if he'd even still be wrestling now. As much as he wanted to give her what she wanted even if only to make her smile, the Heavyweight Champion could only shrug. "Honestly, babe? What choice do I have? I mean it's either fight him now or..." He shrugged again after sizing up the options with his hands. "...I hand the belt over to him. And he wins automatically. He wins and everything I've stood for ever since stepping back into this company is all for nothing. Everything we have stood for." Max stood up from the bench and slowly took her hands into his. "I mean, I'm not gonna lie: am I worried? A little. Could this be my last match? I hope not. But I have to back up what I said. I told those sheep out there that I was gonna give my all. If I back down now, what does that make me?"
"A smart man." Candi said, without even a second of thought. She leaned into him, wrapping her arms around him. "This crusade we've been on... what has it accomplished? We wanted to make a difference. To help make this a young person's sport. But all we've done is build a group of people who seem to resent us more each week."
Max held Candi with his arms around her and lifted his head, closing his eyes and sighed. She had a point, though. In everything they aimed to accomplish, they only ended up garnering more hatred than respect. Making more enemies than was necessary. "Candice Broduer." He said in a tone that was more calm and kind hearted than he had let himself on to be in front of the cameras for a long time now. "You always do this." He said, looking down at her again with a smile slowly creeping up onto his face. "Just when I think I know what I'm doing, you make my dumbass see things the way they really are." Max hugged her tight, pressing his lips against her forehead and smiled. "Maybe we have been a bag of dicks in going about things. But, look on the bright side of things: I'm main eventing the biggest show this company puts on every year with one of if not THE most renowned stars that it's ever produced. You---" He gave her a playful little tap on the nose, "--have a Womens Tag Team Championship match. I mean, yeah, maybe we could have gone about this a little differently, but the bottom line is, look where we are now. We did it, babe. And we did it all by ourselves."
"Then... I only want two things from you." Candi told him, hugging him again. They'd been through various versions of their own personal hells together, and yet, she still rarely, if ever, asked him for anything. "First? I want you to come back to me in one piece. Preferably without TOO much blood loss. And second? When this is over... I want a team meeting. And I want to get us all on the same page and start having us do things a better way."
"Done and done." Max said, counting out his thumb and index fingers. "I'll round up the others and we'll get things all squared away. As for you?" The crowd reacted with a mixture of cheers and a sitcom-esque 'ooooooooooooooh' as Max suddenly leaned in and laid a kiss right on Candi. Not just a simple smooch. But a full-on 'guys get a room' type kiss.
HANSON
"Oh....oh my...."
REYNOLDS
*Whistles*
When Max finally let up, he grinned down at Candi and continued what he was saying. "You need to find Serena and get your hot little ass out ready for your match. I wanna see my girl beat some ass like only she knows how to."
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The Women's Tag Team Championship match waged on for 31:52 between Candi Broduer/Serena Frost and LeeAnn Viskan/Lara Blackheart until it came to an end with Lara Blackheart hitting a springboard Blackheart Blitz on Candi Broduer to score the pinfall victory!!
After the bell, as "Year Zero" played on, Candi Broduer began pulling herself up to her feet and met gazes with Serena Frost who looked - absolutely - disgusted!! And that disgust was aimed...right at Candi Broduer. Shaking her head as Candi tried to apparently reason with her, Serena turned her back on her tag team partner and stormed towards the back, shoving the ringside assisntant to the side as he tried to direct her towards the 'loser' aisle.
KLAZZIC
"Oh that doesn't look good at all."
Matt Klazzic said as Candi Broduer dropped her arms and sagged her shoulders, moving down the proper aisle she was supposed to, by herself.
REYNOLDS
"Well, what do ya want? Candi kinda dropped the ball on that one. Again. You know what they say. You're only as strong as your weakest member!"
KLAZZIC
"Hey she put up a good fight but she lost fair and square! There's no shame to be had in that performance!'
REYNOLDS
"Easy for you to say. You won your match."
KLAZZIC
"Oh you're despicable, James Reynolds."
HANSON
"Despicable, unkickable, so--"
KLAZZIC
"Hush and eat your pizza, Nick."
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Cutting backstage, the camera immediately fell on a red Satanic pentagram depicted on a black. The crowd gave it's mixture of cheers and boos, according to their preference as the angle panned out revealing a locker room that was dimmer than your average one. Suddenly, but calmly then, a massive figure came in from the side, briefly taking up the frame with the back of a leather coat appearing with a huge patch sewn into the back with a pentagram star bordered with the phrase "NO MERCY FOR ALL" - a giveaway of identifying one half of the current NFW Tag Team Champions, the monster known as Doomsday. Long black hair dripped with water as the massive man in his fifties shook his head and flung it back out of his masked face with a low, terrifying growl. When Doomsday, who was pacing like an animal ready to be let out of his cage turned towards the camera, his t-shirt revealed to be even more Dominion-esque heretical imagery.
"Of all the places...I thought I'd be today...." He said in his low, deep, growling voice. "Here we are...again at Wrestle War...."
"And teaming with ME, much less." Belphegor chuckled, fist-bumping his partner in The Ultra-Violence, It took a lot for someone to make Doomsday look almost small, but somehow the giant managed it. "I'm sick and tired of hearing Tama Tonga's mouth week in and week out. It's time to shut him up by breaking that jaw of his."
"GUYS!" The voice of Lara Blackheart yelled out, as the tiny blonde pranced into the locker room, wearing what looked like a black and red version of Sailor Moon's costume,. with pentagrams all over it. "You know, I was thinking about it.... Sabastian Riley Young's future as a World Champion is actually a lot like John Cena. I just can't see it." She said, cracking up at her own joke before scampering up Belphegor's back, hanging on like a monkey. "So! You boys ready to whoop some ass tonight?"
The crowd could be heard laughing as Doomsday watched Lara climb up his tag team partner with his head tilting sideways. "She's like a goddamn accessory compared to you." He remarked to Belphegor before addressing Lara. "What does that have to do with...either one of our matches, kid?" Doomsday asked, motioning with a gloved hand between himself, Belphegor and Lara.
"Not a goddamn thing, Gramps" Oh good lord, Lara. Still, she said these things lovingly. "Just shooting at an easy target, ya know? ANYHOOOOOO...." She grinned, lightly playing bongo drums on Belphegor's head, "We got to rip some bitches apart earlier, which was TOTALLY fun... did you see that one submission hold I had Candi in? I think I got more action from her there than Max will tonight."
Poor Doomsday. It never failed. Being in the presence of Lara and her uppity demeanor killed the terrifying monster vibe about him and made him wanna pull his hair out. This 6'10", nightmarish creature of a man brought a hand up to his forehead and let out a growlish, grumbling sigh. "Aren't you friends with that little rat? For some reason, anyways?"
"Well yeah. I tend to be friends with hot people." Lara said, with an almost 'duh' tone of voice. "Speaking of which, you really gotta talk to Adrianna about maybe using the Iron Claw as her finisher, dude. Cos MAAAAAN does she have fingers of steel, lemme tell ya."
"LARA." The loud, firm, but somehow gentle voice of Judas Lasher cut her off there, mercifully. "Why don't you go check on Buzzsaw. I'm sure he could use some of your... unique brand of comedy right now." Lara gave Belphegor's masked face an affectionate little kiss on the cheek, before dutifully hopping down and giving Judas a salute. "Aye aye, Cap'n!" She said before zipping off on her merry little way.
Lasher looked at his tag team champions, two men of different generations who had still come together under the flag of The Dominion.
"It's been... quite a year, has it not?"
Doomsday looked as if he was about to snap...maybe even faint as his eyes widened under his mask at Lara's...colorful remark about his daughter. Only when Judas Lasher intervened did he regain his composure and seem to return to the persona he was known for (rather than that of an embarrassed father who didn't wanna know about the sexual escapades of his children.) At Judas' remark, after Lara left, Doomsday snorted, looking off in the girl's direction before cracking his neck. "Indeed, my friend. It most..." Doomsday leaned down out of camera, "...certainly..." He said, rising back up into view, "...has." And raised one half of the NFW Tag Team Championship up into view, resting the belt over his shoulder. "Just as was said...the Dominion of Pain has once again left their mark...yet we are far from finished. Tonight...is just another chapter...in our bloody tale...."
"Yes. And tonight... we will add the World Heavyweight Title to the Dominion." Judas said, voice growing a bit nostalgic. "At the first WrestleWar, I was in the main event, in a six-man tag with Sky and Von against The Kindred. Now.... at WrestleWar XV, I'm in the main event again... this time for another shot at the World Title."
Doomsday nodded, clasping a hand on Judas' shoulder. "It will be yours, brother. Slowly...but surely...the Dominion of Pain will conquer all. A conquering of which we are already well under way. Tag Team titles...." He raised his belt again and nodded to Belphegor. "Women's Tag titles...Mixed Tag titles...they are ours. Next...the World Title will be yours...and then...be it Lara or LeeAnn...the Women's Championship----"
"--Is staying right...where...it is." A women's voice cut the big man off.
Doomsday looked passed Judas and Belphegor as he lowered his half of the tag belts and, again, his demeanor softened. "Well...not that I'd complain."
As he said this, the almost equally intimidating, ever so dangerous Women's Champion -- Doomsday's daughter -- Adrianna Salvatore, stepped into frame. Garbed in her ring attire with a cropped, sleeveless 'UNWANTED' t-shirt on and a Satyricon beanie on over her head of which she had her hair bunched up underneath, the woman stepped in with her tatted up arms folded, scowling up at Doomsday...and slowly smiled. "Hey, Daddy. Just wanted to come wish you guys luck in your matches, tonight."
Nodding, Doomsday fist bumped his daughter. "Oh we're ready. Are you ready?"
Adrianna nodded, no longer looking concerned about her match later that night. "Totally, ready." She said before looking to Lasher. "Uncle Judas." She said with an acknowledging smile and nod to the man before turning to Belphegor...and playfully slapped him with the back of her hand in his stomach which she was practically on level with. "What's up, big guy?! Practically been a stranger, lately, since you joined this crew! You good for tonight?" She gave Belphegor a hug then offered up a fist bump.
Oh. My. GOD. Beneath the mask, one could easily spot the shape of a smile forming! The monster could actually smile! "We're ready, girl. You just be careful out there. Brody's a tenacious little thing. Remember what happened when I didn't take 'Saw seriously enough." He said, referring to his one and only pinfall loss in NFW.
"You came back and joined up with his crew?" Holy shit, did Adrianna Salvatore just make a joke? A legit, honest JOKE?! She gave Belphegor a playful tap with her fist before the look in her eyes became cold and calculated. "You don't have to worry about that. I know full well that she intends to bring it. But I intend to show her that I'm ready. Personally, I'd like to think there's no problem between us. But, after talking with Mia? If I have to...I'll choke NFW's 'Lionheart' out unconscious if I have to."
Lasher smiled, giving a slow nod to the girl. "I respect your decision to be on your own, dear... but remember that that you always have a place with us if you want it." He looked at each person in the room, taking a deep breath. "Alessandra and myself need to prepare. Good luck, to all of you."
Adrianna gave Judas a quick hug before turning to the two giants around her. "Which means, I'd better finish getting ready too. You two kick some ass out there." She gave fist bumps and hugs to both men before walking out of the shot and from the locker room. Leaving just the Tag Team Champions to be seen, Doomsday turned from where his daughter left to address Belphegor, raising a fist up again. "Ready to feast?" He asked, taking a fist bump from his younger, larger tag partner before leading the way out of the locker room. "Let's spill some blood...." He said as the camera slowly panned back in on the heretical symbol on the wall, fading to black.
REYNOLDS
"Easy for you to say. You won your match."
KLAZZIC
"Oh you're despicable, James Reynolds."
HANSON
"Despicable, unkickable, so--"
KLAZZIC
"Hush and eat your pizza, Nick."
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Cutting backstage, the camera immediately fell on a red Satanic pentagram depicted on a black. The crowd gave it's mixture of cheers and boos, according to their preference as the angle panned out revealing a locker room that was dimmer than your average one. Suddenly, but calmly then, a massive figure came in from the side, briefly taking up the frame with the back of a leather coat appearing with a huge patch sewn into the back with a pentagram star bordered with the phrase "NO MERCY FOR ALL" - a giveaway of identifying one half of the current NFW Tag Team Champions, the monster known as Doomsday. Long black hair dripped with water as the massive man in his fifties shook his head and flung it back out of his masked face with a low, terrifying growl. When Doomsday, who was pacing like an animal ready to be let out of his cage turned towards the camera, his t-shirt revealed to be even more Dominion-esque heretical imagery.
"Of all the places...I thought I'd be today...." He said in his low, deep, growling voice. "Here we are...again at Wrestle War...."
"And teaming with ME, much less." Belphegor chuckled, fist-bumping his partner in The Ultra-Violence, It took a lot for someone to make Doomsday look almost small, but somehow the giant managed it. "I'm sick and tired of hearing Tama Tonga's mouth week in and week out. It's time to shut him up by breaking that jaw of his."
"GUYS!" The voice of Lara Blackheart yelled out, as the tiny blonde pranced into the locker room, wearing what looked like a black and red version of Sailor Moon's costume,. with pentagrams all over it. "You know, I was thinking about it.... Sabastian Riley Young's future as a World Champion is actually a lot like John Cena. I just can't see it." She said, cracking up at her own joke before scampering up Belphegor's back, hanging on like a monkey. "So! You boys ready to whoop some ass tonight?"
The crowd could be heard laughing as Doomsday watched Lara climb up his tag team partner with his head tilting sideways. "She's like a goddamn accessory compared to you." He remarked to Belphegor before addressing Lara. "What does that have to do with...either one of our matches, kid?" Doomsday asked, motioning with a gloved hand between himself, Belphegor and Lara.
"Not a goddamn thing, Gramps" Oh good lord, Lara. Still, she said these things lovingly. "Just shooting at an easy target, ya know? ANYHOOOOOO...." She grinned, lightly playing bongo drums on Belphegor's head, "We got to rip some bitches apart earlier, which was TOTALLY fun... did you see that one submission hold I had Candi in? I think I got more action from her there than Max will tonight."
Poor Doomsday. It never failed. Being in the presence of Lara and her uppity demeanor killed the terrifying monster vibe about him and made him wanna pull his hair out. This 6'10", nightmarish creature of a man brought a hand up to his forehead and let out a growlish, grumbling sigh. "Aren't you friends with that little rat? For some reason, anyways?"
"Well yeah. I tend to be friends with hot people." Lara said, with an almost 'duh' tone of voice. "Speaking of which, you really gotta talk to Adrianna about maybe using the Iron Claw as her finisher, dude. Cos MAAAAAN does she have fingers of steel, lemme tell ya."
"LARA." The loud, firm, but somehow gentle voice of Judas Lasher cut her off there, mercifully. "Why don't you go check on Buzzsaw. I'm sure he could use some of your... unique brand of comedy right now." Lara gave Belphegor's masked face an affectionate little kiss on the cheek, before dutifully hopping down and giving Judas a salute. "Aye aye, Cap'n!" She said before zipping off on her merry little way.
Lasher looked at his tag team champions, two men of different generations who had still come together under the flag of The Dominion.
"It's been... quite a year, has it not?"
Doomsday looked as if he was about to snap...maybe even faint as his eyes widened under his mask at Lara's...colorful remark about his daughter. Only when Judas Lasher intervened did he regain his composure and seem to return to the persona he was known for (rather than that of an embarrassed father who didn't wanna know about the sexual escapades of his children.) At Judas' remark, after Lara left, Doomsday snorted, looking off in the girl's direction before cracking his neck. "Indeed, my friend. It most..." Doomsday leaned down out of camera, "...certainly..." He said, rising back up into view, "...has." And raised one half of the NFW Tag Team Championship up into view, resting the belt over his shoulder. "Just as was said...the Dominion of Pain has once again left their mark...yet we are far from finished. Tonight...is just another chapter...in our bloody tale...."
"Yes. And tonight... we will add the World Heavyweight Title to the Dominion." Judas said, voice growing a bit nostalgic. "At the first WrestleWar, I was in the main event, in a six-man tag with Sky and Von against The Kindred. Now.... at WrestleWar XV, I'm in the main event again... this time for another shot at the World Title."
Doomsday nodded, clasping a hand on Judas' shoulder. "It will be yours, brother. Slowly...but surely...the Dominion of Pain will conquer all. A conquering of which we are already well under way. Tag Team titles...." He raised his belt again and nodded to Belphegor. "Women's Tag titles...Mixed Tag titles...they are ours. Next...the World Title will be yours...and then...be it Lara or LeeAnn...the Women's Championship----"
"--Is staying right...where...it is." A women's voice cut the big man off.
Doomsday looked passed Judas and Belphegor as he lowered his half of the tag belts and, again, his demeanor softened. "Well...not that I'd complain."
As he said this, the almost equally intimidating, ever so dangerous Women's Champion -- Doomsday's daughter -- Adrianna Salvatore, stepped into frame. Garbed in her ring attire with a cropped, sleeveless 'UNWANTED' t-shirt on and a Satyricon beanie on over her head of which she had her hair bunched up underneath, the woman stepped in with her tatted up arms folded, scowling up at Doomsday...and slowly smiled. "Hey, Daddy. Just wanted to come wish you guys luck in your matches, tonight."
Nodding, Doomsday fist bumped his daughter. "Oh we're ready. Are you ready?"
Adrianna nodded, no longer looking concerned about her match later that night. "Totally, ready." She said before looking to Lasher. "Uncle Judas." She said with an acknowledging smile and nod to the man before turning to Belphegor...and playfully slapped him with the back of her hand in his stomach which she was practically on level with. "What's up, big guy?! Practically been a stranger, lately, since you joined this crew! You good for tonight?" She gave Belphegor a hug then offered up a fist bump.
Oh. My. GOD. Beneath the mask, one could easily spot the shape of a smile forming! The monster could actually smile! "We're ready, girl. You just be careful out there. Brody's a tenacious little thing. Remember what happened when I didn't take 'Saw seriously enough." He said, referring to his one and only pinfall loss in NFW.
"You came back and joined up with his crew?" Holy shit, did Adrianna Salvatore just make a joke? A legit, honest JOKE?! She gave Belphegor a playful tap with her fist before the look in her eyes became cold and calculated. "You don't have to worry about that. I know full well that she intends to bring it. But I intend to show her that I'm ready. Personally, I'd like to think there's no problem between us. But, after talking with Mia? If I have to...I'll choke NFW's 'Lionheart' out unconscious if I have to."
Lasher smiled, giving a slow nod to the girl. "I respect your decision to be on your own, dear... but remember that that you always have a place with us if you want it." He looked at each person in the room, taking a deep breath. "Alessandra and myself need to prepare. Good luck, to all of you."
Adrianna gave Judas a quick hug before turning to the two giants around her. "Which means, I'd better finish getting ready too. You two kick some ass out there." She gave fist bumps and hugs to both men before walking out of the shot and from the locker room. Leaving just the Tag Team Champions to be seen, Doomsday turned from where his daughter left to address Belphegor, raising a fist up again. "Ready to feast?" He asked, taking a fist bump from his younger, larger tag partner before leading the way out of the locker room. "Let's spill some blood...." He said as the camera slowly panned back in on the heretical symbol on the wall, fading to black.
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In what was the shortest match of the night, Ultra-Violence defeated the Guerrillas of Destiny, by pinfall in 9:18, when Belphegor hit Tama Tonga with the Ninth Circle for the pinfall while Doomsday and Tanga Loa, violently brawled outside of the ring. With this victory, Doomsday and Belphegor retained the NFW Tag Team Championship and were awarded the updated belts!
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Following Scott Leroux's entrance to the ring, the camera focused on the Tapout King pacing back and forth, eyeing the entryway with an intense look of ferocity that hadn't been seen in his eyes in years. Definitely not since he returned back to NFW during it's latest re-inception.
HANSON
"Take a look at the eyes of Scott Leroux, Jim."
REYNOLDS
"The man looks pissed. He looks focused. He. Looks. Ready."
KLAZZIC
"Are you good now, Nick?"
HANSON
"I...I think so. Wow, that was weird. I've never felt that way before! It was like every sense was on fire!"
REYNOLDS
"Yeah and your inhibitions went out the window, too!"
HANSON
"Umm...yeah, we'll talk more about that later. Anyway! Here we are folks! Our last non title match of the night! Scott Leroux said, when he returned to NFW, that he wasn't finished yet. He had only just begun. He said he wants competition and tonight, he just may get it!"
The lights dimmed down until the arena was shrouded in darkness. This ptu the crowd into a frenzy of anticipation as the first note of music echoed throughout the sound system.
On the video wall, fans were treated to a video of the sun rising slowly over the Japanese horizon. Rather than appearing to be modern day Japan, however, it more so looked as if it was back in the feudal era. The camera sweeping over an ancient village and into the grassy hills for the opening until the 0:57 mark in the music where....
A massive ARMY of armor clad samurai riders were seen slowly coming over the same horizon that the sun rose over. As the camera began to pan in on the riders, the video wall cut off and fans were wowed as similar dressed riders came riding in, slowly on horseback in formation from both sides of the ramp. Each rider decked out to look like a feudal era, samurai warrior. With this, at 1:20 in the music, came....
Japanese fan dancers. Women clad in beautiful kimonos, on the stage itself performing a stunning, traditional, ceremonial routine. As the samurai riders seemed to be forming up on either side of the ramp, they turned and positioned their steeds to be facing inward towards the ramp. On stage, the intensity of the fan dancing calmed down to a more tranquil pace as the music softened at 2:13. Here it focused on the leader fan dancer, beginning to lead in the next step of the routine which came at 2:39 when the music soared again and the dancing resumed. Also, at this point, the video wall once again came to life with slow motion highlights of Shinsuke Nakamura's career all the way from New Japan, to even World Wrestling Entertainment. His title wins. Facing off in the ring against his greatest adversaries.
Here, the riders maintained their positions as the performance was all on the fan dancers and the video wall, building up to the climax of their routine. At 3:45 the dancing reached the most intensity as the highlight video reached a point where Shinsuke was hitting Bomaye after Bomaye on opponents, in between striking his various poses in the ring until at 4:00, the fan dancers came to a sudden stop and the video wall blacked out again. Here, the samurai on horses simultaneously drew their swords and extended them up and out in front of them an a sort of arc.
After a few seconds of tense silence, then...the music picked up again at the 4:05 mark with "Subconcious."
KLAZZIC
"Wow, here we go. Anyone else got chills?"
HANSON
"I've got the sweats."
As the music built up to it's main point, the fan dancers on stage parted to the side to allow room and all took to their knees, bowing forward like one would do to a feudal lord in the appropriate era. The lighting focused on the stage then and the crowd let out a rising pop of surprise as a black clad samurai on a contrasting white horse came gracefully riding out onto the stage. Features shrouded under his helmet and mask, it was only by the motion of his head turning that anyone could tell he was looking around at the crowd. He extended an arm, like a Japanese Daimyo reaching out to the people before dismounting and stepped ahead, infront of the horse he rode in on.
REYNOLDS
"Holy crap, guys! I may be rooting against CHAOS and all but THIS entrance is fucking...WOW!!"
KLAZZIC
"Right?!"
HANSON
"An entrance fit for a King...of Strong Style!!"
As the announcers said this, audience members who didnt care so much about good, bad, or wrestling allegience, roared to life as the apparent Daimyo knelt down on the stage and removed his helmet and mask. As expected, he lifted his head up to reveal...Shinsuke Nakamura!! Reaching up to a clasp on his black cape and chest plate, Shinsuke unclasped it in a single tug, letting the samurai garb fall to the floor at his feet to reveal him in his ring gear of black pants, boots and his vintage NJPW era red vest. With this, his smooth motions became his trademark, flamboyant convulsions as he threw up his hands and began strutting down the ramp with each samurai rider bowing their head as he passed them.
HANSON
"And here...comes...the King of Strong Style. Shinsuke! Nakamura! Coming to face the Tapout King! Scott! Leroux!"
KLAZZIC
"This has a main event feel written all over it!
REYNOLDS
"You're damn right it does!"
KLAZZIC
"We've got three matches after this one. Three!! And this crowd is already on the edge of their seats!"
"Subconcious" continued to shake the arena as Nakamura strutted up the stairs and gracefully slipped into the ring under the top rope during the low point in his music. As soon as he was in, he crossed to the middle of the ring where Scott Leroux met him halfway. Two Kings, getting RIGHT in each other's faces!! Scott Leroux glared with a burning anger. Shinsuke Nakamura...smiled. Bearing his black mouthpiece, Shinsuke smiled in the face of a man that he had made want to end his career through sheer taunting. As the referee moved in to try and keep the two apart, Shinsuke's music swelled up again and he suddenly dashed away from Scott, hitting the ropes and striking his ring pose.
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Scott Leroux and Shinsuke Nakamura went to absolute WAR!! A true Clash of Kings through and through as the two's egos and arrogance came into play versus the other. One highlighting moment saw Shinsuke back Scott up against the ropes with the referee calling for the break. Scott lifted his hands up, abiding while Shinsuke earned a mixture of boos and laughs from the crowd as he dropped his arms and just let his head rest against Scott's stomach while his arms swayed lazily down below -- a vintage taunt of Nakamura. As he leaned up and began to follow through with the "come on" part of the taunt, however, Scott Leroux lashed out and SLAPPED Nakamura right across the face!!
HANSON & KLAZZIC
"WHOOOOAAAAAA-HO-HOOOOOOOO!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"THERE YOU GO, SCOTTY!! SCOTTY DON'T TAKE NO SHIT!!! SCOTTY AIN'T EVER TAKEN ANY SHIT!!"
While Shinsuke Nakamura brought a hand up to his mouth and looked, stunned at Scott Leroux, it was Leroux who leaned back against the ropes and gestured with his hands inwards like Nakamura usually did. "C'MOOOOON YOU PANSY ASS MOTHERFUCKER!!"
From there, it was all she wrote. Fans wanted a war. They got one. For a total of 22:06, Scott Leroux and Shinsuke Nakamura unleashed hell on one another until near the end, Leroux went for the Corkscrew Nailbomb but Nakamura countered into the Exploder Suplex right onto his neck again!! As Leroux writhed on the floor, Nakamura poised in the corner, amped up and ready as he waited for Scot to turn around.
REYNOLDS
"No! NO!!! DON'T TURN AROUND SCOTT!!"
KLAZZIC
"Shinsuke! Is! Ready!"
HANSON
"Here it comes!!"
As Scott turned around and fell to one knee, Nakamura rushed forward, devliering the BOMAYE---
--But Scott Leroux COUNTERED, catching the leg and rolling back with it. With one leg caught, Shinsuke Nakamura fell forward, face first onto the mat while Scott Leroux popped up with a good hold on his foot...and TWISTED!!
HANSON
"SCOTT COUNTERED!!!! NOW HE'S GOT THE ANKLE LOCK!!! HE'S GOT THE ANKLE LOCK ON NAKAMURA!!!!"
While Scott Leroux taunted and cursed his opponent, Shinsuke Nakamura SCREAMED in pain before tapping desperately at the mat. The bell rang, the referee called for the victory, "Hail To The King" began to play...and Scott Leroux kept his hold on Nakamura's ankle.
HANSON
"Well, the match is over but Scott's still got that ankle lock locked on tight!"
KLAZZIC
"He's gotta let go!"
REYNOLDS
"Fuck that! Snap his goddamn ankle, Scott!! SNAP IT!!"
Scott Leroux didn't snap Shinsuke Nakamura's ankle but he did keep the hold on until more referees, followed by members of CHAOS hit the ring forcing him to break the hold and dip out before he ended up being attacked. As he circled around the ring, throwing middle fingers at CHAOS in general, the referee pulled Roger Arden aside and whispered to him. Arden nodded and lifted up his mic. "Ladies and genetlemen, I am being told that due to Scott Leroux's conduct after the bell, that the referee is reversing his decision. Therefore, your winner...as a result of a disqualification...."
REYNOLDS
"WHAT?!"
"SHINSUKEEEEEEEEEE!! NAKAAAAAAAAMUUUUUUURAAAAAAAAAAA!!"
REYNOLDS
"OH, HORSE SHIT!!"
HANSON
"Aggghhh....I hate that it happened but it's not an unreasonable call, right Matt?"
KLAZZIC
"Unfortunately no."
REYNOLDS
"Get the fuck outta here with that shit!!"
Despite the call being reversed, Scott Leroux didn't seem too phased. Still backing up the entry ramp as if he were the victor, he shrugged his shoulders, grabbed his crotch and threw the middle finger to CHAOS, mouthing 'Fuck you, bitch!'
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*The camera shifts its focus to the locker room area where the crowd roars as we see AKI performing a perfect split on two folding metal chairs. AKI closes his eyes and takes a deep breath before he reaches down between his legs and grabs a dumbell of unknown weight and proceeds to do 15 reps of the Van Dam lift. Upon completion of the last rep, AKI calmly puts the weight down and disengages himself from the splits before the camera pans over and we see Shelton Benjamin standing there with his mouth opened in stunned silence.*
"If I didn't see it, I wouldn't have believed it. He looks ready to me," Benjamin says.
"No shit. I told you he's always ready," Connor says as he walks into the shot, dressed in street clothes with his arm in a sling. Both he and Shelton exchange a quick fist bump.
“You got this, AKI," Benjamin says as he stands there with his arms crossed. "AKI?”
"AKI?" Connor says.
"AKI!!!" a third voice yells behind them. The camera pans to their left and we see Shoko Kurimoto in a business suit standing at the doorway as she makes her way between Connor and Shelton and stands in front of AKI, who gives her a polite and extended bow.
"Hitsuyō nashi," Shoko says to AKI as he stands straight. "Anata wa mina, koko sū-kagetsu no ma ni watashi o hokori ni omou ijō no mono ni shite kuremashita, shikashi anata wa tokuni. Watashi ga Nihon de NFW ni kuwawaru yō ni watashi ni seigan shita hi o oboete imasu, soshite anata wa anata ga anata no kazoku o hokori ni omou dakedenaku anata ga anata no kyōdai o osae tsudzukerudearou to chikatta," Shoko says as she looks all three men.
"And you have. No matter what happens in that ring, tonight, it's a win. Anata wa soko ni messēji o okurimashita, soreha doraibu,-shin, soshite shōten ga don'na shōgai ya handikyappu mo kokufuku suru koto ga dekimasu. Anata wa anata no ushironi kuni o motte imasu, soshite, karera wa anata ga katsu ka makeru ka dō ka anata o genkidzukemasu," Shoko says as AKI puts on his ring jacket. He gives another bow to Shoko and a final fist bump to Connor and Shelton before walking out the door. The camera pans back and Shoko makes her way out before stopping at the door to turn to Connor and Shelton.
"Orokana koto o shinaide kudasai. Anata wa hahaoya no chūkoku ni mimiwokatamukerubekidesu," Shoko says before giving one slight bow to both before heading out the door. The camera pans back to Shelton, confused.
"Do you know what she just said?" He asks.
"Yeah, I know what she said," Connor says as the scene fades and the camera shifts back to the ring.
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Following the entrances for Tyler Grey, AKI and Adam Cole, the first three of the Fatal Fourway stood in their corners, awaiting the arrival of Vincent Stone. Rather than his expected usual music, something more vintage that only fans of older Japanese wrestling would have recognized:
As the music began to swell up, a shower of rotating sparks began to swirl around on the stage.
KLAZZIC
"Oh wow! Throw back much? Good stuff. Buuuuut, what's with---?"
Before Matt Klazzic could get the words out, the curtain parted and a figure appeared, stalking out onto the stage. There was a mixture of confused reactions with a scattered few cheers who had a feeling they knew what was up.
REYNOLDS
"Umm...what the hell is The Great Muta doing here?! He's not a Junior Heavyweight!! He doesn't even wrestle for NFW!"
KLAZZIC
"James Reynolds, if you think THAT is the Great Muta, you're denser than I thought."
HANSON
"I'm definitely intrigued."
Walking to the center of the stage, 'Muta' poised himself in a stalker position as he reached up slowly with one hand...and ripped off the mask shrouding his face to reveal: not Muta, of course, but VINCENT STONE!! Not only was he wearing Muta style entrance gear, but removing the hood also revealed that his face was painted up gold and black just like Muta as well. A bigger pop arose through the crowd. The camera briefly cut to inside the ring where Adam Cole and Tyler Grey stared bewildered and unamused at Vincent Stone's display. AKI however, leaned back in his corner, arms folded and...nodded(?)
KLAZZIC
"So THAT'S what he was doing with that paint kit!! Nice job, Stone!!"
HANSON
"Vincent Stone traveled to Japan where he wanted to hone his craft. He humbly approached multiple legends begging to be tutored! A couple were generous enough to take him under their wing! One of those two, we see him emulating right now in Keiji Mutoh - also known throughout his career as The Great Muta! This is respect to a mentor if I've ever seen it!"
As the Muta music continued, Vincent Stone pinched his throat, turned his head to the sky...and sprayed a mouthful of green mist into the air, to the approval of the crowd. From here, he stepped up out of his Muta pose and removed the top of his entrance gear. Pausing then, as he dropped it to the floor, he waved a finger at the crowd and shook his head, mouthing 'Not done yet.' With that, he grabbed his Muta pants and RIPPED them away, revealing them to be the pull away type. The crowd popped even louder as he revealed his ring gear. While it still bore his 'Stone' logo, the color theme and pattern was of a dark brown/black and yellow, resembling the trunks often seen during his other mentor's Japanese career.
HANSON
"And there it is!! A nod to both men who saw enough in Stone to pass on knowledge!! Mutoh Keiji!! And the man known, quite simply, as KENTA!!"
KLAZZIC
"I love it!"
At this point, the Muta music cut off and was replaced by Stone's usual music:
And the perpetual underdog who kept on fighting finally started down the ramp with his usual entrance antics. High fiving fans and pointing to his trunks and face at the camera, shouting. "Win or lose! This is for both of them!"
KLAZZIC
"I love his attitude!"
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As anyone could have expected the Fatal Fourway to crown the Jr. Heavyweight Champion was fast paced and intense. All men completely went at each other with everything they had. Animosity certainly spilled over from the recent weeks, mostly between Adam Cole and Tyler Grey but AKI and Vincent Stone certainly didn't forget either. This lead to, probably the biggest highlight spot of the match (and admittedly probably the funniest) was another infamous chain attack that started off with Tyler Grey missing a lariat and turning right around into a SUPERKICK from Adam Cole. Tyler Grey wavered on his feet but didn't go down.
REYNOLDS
"HAH! Two superkicks and my boy didn't go down, bitches!"
So Adam Cole delivered ANOTHER Superkick, this time sending Grey into the turnbuckle. Looking back and seeing AKI, Cole had an idea and beckoned him over.
REYNOLDS
"What the hell are they...?"
KLAZZIC
"Ohhhhh man! I think we know what's coming!!"
REYNOLDs
"No way! Cole's getting in on it?!"
Against his normally better judgement, AKI approached and allowed Cole to irish whip him right towards Tyler Grey. As he reached him, he popped up with a stiff dropkick to the face.
HANSON
"STIFF SHOT BUT GREY STAYS VERTICAL!!"
Out on the apron, Vincent Stone ran along outside of the ropes and caught Grey with a stiff forearm across the head.
HANSON
"STIFF FOREARM FROM STONE!!"
Tyler Grey stumbled forward, right into AKI again who hopped up and hit him with a Hurricanrana Whip that sent him reeling right into a third Superkick by Adam Cole.
KLAZZIC
"SUPERKIIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!"
Then, from outside the ring, as Grey finally went down, Stone called for both Cole and AKI to get out of the way before springboarding back into the ring, up onto the top rope and off into a Macho Man style elbow drop.
HANSON
"MACHO ELBOW!!"
KLAZZIC
"OHHHH YEEEEEAAAAH!!! DIG IT!!!"
As soon as Stone was out of the way, AKI ran off of the ropes and hit a grounded Shooting Star Press onto Grey. He then quickly got out of the way as....
Vincent Stone had already climbed the turnbuckle, setting up for a Muta style moonsault onto Grey to end the chain.
Smiling smugly to himself as Stone stood up, Cole threw his hands up into the air:
"ADAM COLE, BAY-BAY!!!!"
AKI and Stone looked at Cole...looked at each other...Cole looked at them and had about a second to react before--
SMA-SMACK!!!!
HANSON
"DOUBLE SUPERKICK TO ADAM COLE!!!"
Cole dropped like a doornail and AKI and Stone high fived one another before opting to put teamwork aside and tie up again.
As the match continued, AKI and Stone continued to put on quite the spectacle of high flying and stiff hitting Juniorweight action, even taking it outside the ring. It was during this, however, that opportunity was seized and Tyler Grey hit Adam Cole with a low blow when it looked like Cole was considering jumping into AKI and Stone's fray. As Cole reacted, Tyler Grey whipped him around and hit the Descent before opting to wrap him up into the Judgement Day. AKI and Stone eventually noticed and ran to enter the ring and break up the hold but were just short as Adam Cole tapped desperately on Tyler Grey's arm at 24:52, ending the match and crowning the Terminator of the Renegades as the FIRST EVER New Frontier Wrestling Junior Heavyweight Champion!!
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Following Alex Brody's entrance, the lights dimmed down again and the fans saw the re-appearance of Jonathan Young and his band. He stepped up to the microphone, smiling and pointing to the crowd before he opened up in song:
It wasn't just a random performance taking place in between entrances, however. Rather, it WAS part of the entrance for the Women's Champion, Adrianna Salvatore! As the song began in the darkness, strobe lights only barely flickered around the stage until the song reached the swelling chorus and illuminated the stage, revealing that the Women's Champion was already standing, ready and waiting. To go with the theme of the one-off entrance track, Adrianna revealed what she had been working on over the weeks, lifting her head up from under her hood to reveal a handmade Tokyo Ghoul cosplay vest and mask:
To the roar of the crowd and Jonathan Young's cover of "UNRAVEL", Adrianna Salvatore made her way down to the ring towards her latest challenger. A crimson eye, GLARING from under the hood at Alex Brody as Adrianna circled the ring and slid into the ring in her usual backwards manner, unclasping the title from around her waist and raising it up to Alex as she stood before handing it off to the referee.
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In what was the longest singles match of the night and definitely the most thrilling up to that point, Adrianna Salvatore gave Alex Brody a war in the ring her mind and body would never forget. Owning up to her promise and refusing to go soft or easy. Refusing to let up. At ringside, Erin Mercer looked on helplessly as Mia Hayashi slapped the mat and continued to cheer Adrianna on.
It was far from a one sided fight, however, as Alex Brody showed how much she had grown in the ring and in confidence. Taking the brutal fight right back to Adrianna, it was Alex Brody who ended up being the one to land the first big Finisher spot!!
HANSON
"ABSOLUTE ZERO!!! COULD THAT BE IT?!?!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
But ADRIANNA KICKED OUT!!
Their war continued with Alex and Adrianna trading brutal, almost HATEFUL blows at one another. Enough to draw Erin to tears as she covered her mouth and watched from ringside. Alex went for a snap DDT then, only to have Adrianna suddenly hook an arm around the challenger's neck and pop her out out of nowhere for a---
KLAZZIC
"GROUND ZERO!!!!! MY!! GOD!!!!
HANSON
"IS IT ENOUGH TO SILENCE ANOTHER CHALLENGER?!?!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR---
REYNOLDS
"NO!! BRODY KICKS OUT!!"
The war continued. Brody and Salvatore fought until Adrianna's lip was bloody and Alex wore a proverbial crimson mask after an onslaught of elbow strikes. After several kickouts back and forth, Adrianna Salvatore came off of the ropes for the MOAB Launch but Alex Brody DOVE up overhead of her and rolled across the mat, managing to pop up. She didn't even seem to know what she was doing, at this point, given how exhausted she was. As Adrianna stopped herself and whipped around, Alex came at her, full force and popped up, hitting ANOTHER Absolute Zero with Adrianna STANDING UP and sent her crashing down to the mat!!
KLAZZIC
"ABSOLUUUUUTE ZEROOOOOOOOO!!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
CROWD POP!!!!!
HANSON
"NEW CHAMPION!!!!!! GUYS!!!!! WE HAVE A NEW!!!! WOMEN'S!!!!! CHAMPION!!!!! I CAN BARELY BELIEVE IT!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"HOOOOOOOOOLY SHIIIIIIT!!!!!"
KLAZZIC
"ALEX BRODY...HAS FULFILLED...HER...DREAM!!!! SHE HAS WON THE NFW WOMEN'S CHAMPIONSHIP AT WRESTLEWAR!!!! CONGRATULATIONS TO THAT YOUNG LADY!!!!"
The camera cut back to Alex Brody SOBBING in the ring as Erin Mercer scrambled into the ring with an ice pack and a bottle of water to begin cooling her off. Meanwhile, Mia Hayashi did the same for Adrianna Salvatore, pressing the ice pack to her neck as the defeated woman stared up at the lights of the arena, hearing the sound of not John Young or Disturbed...but Stone Sour's "Absolute Zero" which served as an all too real realization in what had just happened.
KLAZZIC
"Guys, I gotta...I gotta...excuse me!!"
As "Absolute Zero" continued, Matt Klazzic threw off his headset and ran to the ring once Erin Mercer had Alex Brody up on her feet, hugging her best friend against her. Entering the ring, Matt Klazzic walked up, shook Alex's hand and gave her a big hug of his own. The crowd gave a standing ovation as, seconds later, RICK DICKULOUS also appeared, grinning from ear to ear and clapping as he entered the ring and scooped Alex up with a surprise hug.
From the table, Nick Hanson stood up, applauding with the crowd.
HANSON
"Come on, Jim."
Nick Hanson said, begging for reason.
James Reynolds finally relented and stood up from his seat.
REYNOLDs
"Aww what the hell."
And joined in the applause. Other names from the roster came down from the ramp. Notable were: Shelley Silver, immediately coming into the ring -- all smiles -- and giving Alex a big hug, and understandably, Commissioner Steven Brody, there to congratulate his daughter in her big moment. Sobbing happily, Alex hugged her father around the neck. He hugged her back tight and kissed her face before moving aside so that the referee could present the title to her. The referee extended the belt. Alex juuuuuust moved to accept it when....
Adrianna Salvatore SNATCHED the belt from the referee, silencing the celebration in the ring. It didn't silence the crowd, though. Instead, it garnered a wave of boos as Alex Brody lost her smile and glared at Adrianna defiantly. Adrianna stared back with no real readable emotion on her face. She just looked at Alex Brody...looked down at the belt championship that was once hers...back up at Alex...and stepped up, motioning for her to turn around. Looking stunned like a weight had been lifted off of her shoulders, Alex cautiously turned, raising her arms up out of the way after Adrianna motioned for her to do so. Boos turned into cheers as Adrianna Salvatore, the former champion, crowned Alex Brody, the NEW Women's Champion by fastening the belt around her waist.
Slowly, then, Alex turned to see Adrianna slowly nodding her head. A mixture of humble defeat and approval. Alex extended a hand for a cautionary shake. Adrianna's humble expression turned to one of disdain as she looked down at Alex's hand and actually lifted a foot to KICK it out of the way. Before anyone else had time to react to that, Adrianna lunged forward...and pulled Alex into a huge hug of her own, cradling the back of her head with one hand and could be seen saying into her ear. "You deserve this. You earned every bit of it."
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After a brief recap of the feud between Judas Lasher and Max LeBrun, the camera cut back to ringside where Matt Klazzic had rejoined Nick Hanson and James Reynolds.
KLAZZIC
"Ahh, I can't say enough how proud I am of Alex Brody, right now. So awesome!"
HANSON
"Absolutely, Matt. One HELL of a match! But now...Matt...Jim...it's time, as Roger Arden's about to tell us."
REYNOLDs
"Ohhhhhh man, guys. This one has been a LONG time coming!"
~DING DING DING~
"Ladies and gentlemen!! The following contest is your MAIN!! EVENT!! It is scheduled for one fall and is for the N! F! W! WORLD! HEAVYWEIGHT! CHAMPIONSHIIIIIIP!! Ladies and gentlemen...are you ready?"
~CROWD POP~
Roger Arden shook his head. "Ladies and gentlemen!! ARE!!! YOU!!!! READY!!!!"
~LOUDER CROWD POP~
The lights drop suddenly, the entire arena bathed in darkness and momentary silence... before "O Fortuna" by Apotheosis begins to play, various Satanic symbols flashing in red light across the stage and the video wall.
As the music builds, various clips are shown of Judas Lasher's career, from the formation of The Dominion of Pain, to the six-man tag that headlined WrestleWar I, all the way to his takeover of the group, his WrestleWar VII battle with Vlad Blackheart, to his winning of the tournament named after the same man.
As the music winds down, the familiar beginning of his theme from Venom, Inc brought everything to a halt.
"Ave... Satanas"
As the music began, a circle of fire lit up on the stage, as Lasher rose from under the stage standing in a burning pentagram, Alessandra at his side rather than LeeAnn. She looked jaw-droppingly sexy, clad in a black dress comprised mostly of straps forming a pentagram over her chest, black elbow-length gloves, and black thigh-high boots, and holding Lasher's traditional bowl of ashes.
Lasher himself wore a variation of his usual entrance gear, a red and black silk hooded cloak, with a goat-skull mask.
Slowly, the two walked to the ring, pausing as usual to "bless" any fans at the barricade who were wearing Dominion merch.
All was quiet, still, even from the announcers as the lights...dimmed down again.
Again, movement was seen on the side of the stage. It wasn't Johnathan Young this time; however, it was several figures shrouded in the darkness as the music started up. A red light illuminated the stage, revealing the actual members of Hollywood Undead as they began a live performance of "Whatever It Takes.
What made the band's appearance even more special was that each vocal member was rocking either a Renegade or Max LeBrun tee. Charlie, for example, had the renegade's R on the front of his bandana etc.
As the song picked up and J3T's part came around - (0:55) - Max LeBrun emerged from behind the curtain, garbed in his usual entrance and ring gear. However, when he lifted his head up to the crowd, his face was covered with a red and black Hannya mask!!
Seconds later, he was joined by Candi Broduer who still managed to look confident for her man despite the issue with her own tag team partner, earlier. Candi gestured to Max at the crowd as he walked over to give a fist bump to the band members. Then, he came back to the center of the stage and hopped back and forth on the balls of his feet before starting down the ramp and approaching the ring.
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For 19:47, BOTH men held their own and owned up to their word, for the most part. Judas Lasher gave Max LeBrun an absolute, hellacious run for his money. Max LeBrun took everything Judas Lasher threw at him and just refused to stay down. As did Lasher, as Max LeBrun delivered the first finisher attempt of the match, planting Judas Lasher with the ANEURYSM!!!!
REYNOLDS
"BOOM, BITCH!!!! STILL CHAMPION!!! GOOD NIGHT LASHER!!!! SUCK IT!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
JUDAS KICKED OUT, THOUGH!!"
HANSON
"Nooooooo it's gonna take more than that to keep the King of Pain down, Jim!"
KLAZZIC
"Absolutely!!"
Moments later into the match, Max LeBrun continued trading shots with Judas Lasher until the challenger clotheslined him over the top rope. Max held on, however and pulled himself up onto the apron, poising himself for something big. When Judas Lasher turned back around, Max sprung up onto the ropes and came right down---
--into a LUCIFER'S HALO!!!! Max LeBrun hit the mat hard, rebounding up and rolling across the mat before stopping a slump.
Crowd
"OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!
~CROWD POP~
HANSON
"That's it!!! That's it!!!! New champion!!!!"
Judas Lasher crawled over, hooked the leg and---
ONE!!
TWO!!
MAX GOT HIS FOOT ON THE ROPES!!
KLAZZIC
"OOOOOOOH!! So close!!!"
REYNOLDS
"TOO DAMN CLOSE!!! GET IT TOGETHER, MAX!!"
Snarling angrily, Judas eyed the referee as Max LeBrun rolled out of the ring and Candi Broduer ran over to check on him.
KLAZZIC
"Hey! Get here outta here!"
REYNOLDS
"She's just checking on her man! Chill, Matt! You and I aren't friends on this one!!"
While this was going on, Max LeBrun assured Candi he was fine and motioned her away, likely for her safety. As he looked to be recovering, Judas Lasher honed in on him again and looked back at the ropes.
REYNOLDS
"Ummm...what the fuck is he doing?!"
HANSON
"Ohhhhh I don't know!"
REYNOLDs
"What! The Fuck! Is He Doing?!?!"
Running back against the ropes, Judas Lasher rebounded off and came across the ring, DIVING through the ropes at Max LeBrun!!
~SMACK~
CROWD
"OHHHHHHHH!!!!"
As Judas Lasher came diving between the top and middle ropes, Max LeBrun sprung to life again, briefly, catching him right in the face with a SLAPSHOT that sent the man crumpling down to the outside floor!!
REYNOLDS
"MY BOY!!!! MY FUCKING BOY RIGHT THERE!!! THAT'S HOW YOU DO IT!!!"
Throwing Judas back into the ring, Max crawled in after him and immediately went for the pin!!
ONE!!
TWO!!
THR---
JUDAS KICKED OUT!!!!
KLAZZIC
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!!"
HANSON
"NEITHER DO IT!!!!"
REYNOLDS
"WHAT'S IT GONNA TAKE?!"
What it took was several more minutes of back and forth wrestling and failed finishes before Max LeBrun ended up locking Judas Lasher into the SHARPSHOOTER!!!!
HANSON
"SHARPSHOOTER!!! SHARPSHOOTER!!!!! LEBRUN'S GOT THE SHARPSHOOTER!!"
REYNOLDS
"WE KNOW WHERE HE GOT THAT FROM!!!"
KLAZZIC
"THE BEST THERE IS!!! THE BEST THERE WAS!!! THE BEST THERE EVER WILL BE!!!"
REYNOLDS
"He most certainly is!!"
KLAZZIC
"No, I'm talking about---ugh, nevermind."
Inside the ring, Judas Lasher was ROARING in pain as Max LeBrun torqued down onto his back, yelling in frustration himself as he waited for the man to just tap out, already. Instead, Judas Lasher made it to the ropes and caused the break. Max LeBrun crumpled forward, punching the mat and cursing as Judas Lasher pulled himself to his feet. As he did, Max LeBrun poised himself, GLARING at the man and readied himself, mouthing 'you son of a bitch. Get up!' Judas did get up. And he turned towards Max LeBrun. Max LeBrun brought his foot up for the Slapshot again but JUDAS CAUGHT IT and gave Max that devilish sneer that made him so terrifying. He spun Max LeBrun around and went for the Lucifer's Halo again!!
Max LeBrun shoved him into the ropes and readied his foot. Judas Lasher bounced back off of the ropes, Max LeBrun threw the Slapshot, but Judas Lasher ROLLED under his leg. Max LeBrun spun around, Judas popped up and SNAP!!!
HANSON
"LUCIFER'S HALOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!"
ONE!!
TWO!!
THREE!!
REYNOLDS
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"
James Reynolds, ladies and gentlemen. Screaming like Darth Vader.
HANSON
"THAT'S IT!!! IT'S OVER!! IT!! IS!! DONE!!"
KLAZZIC
"WE HAVE A NEW CHAMPION!!"
"Ave Satanas" erupted throughout the arena as Candi Broduer stood, looking on in shock. She wanted to get in the ring and go to Max but there was Judas. Judas Lasher, once again the NFW World Heavyweight Champion who took his belt and held it up to his loyal disciples in the crowd and gave a victorious roar and catching Alessandra in his arms for a steamy embrace. Seconds later did he follow Alessandra's gaze to Candi Broduer outside of the ring and motioned for her to come get Max LeBrun as he stepped back and exited the ring to allow his opponent time to recover and make his exit.
Candi Broduer hurried into the ring, pushing her way between the ringside attendants and checking on Max LeBrun who winced from the pain in his body as he slowly sat up.
HANSON
"Well.He fought valiantly...but it wasn't enough to knock off the Dominion of Pain's Dark Father."
REYNOLDS
"Oh shut up, Nicky. And Matt don't you even say a word! Thank god! Here come the Renegades! Help the man up! Jesus!"
Coming down the ramp and getting into the ring, the dejected looking Renegade members, Julian Morrison, Tyson Law, Serena Frost and new Junior Heavyweight Champion Tyler Grey came to assist Candi Broduer in helping Max LeBrun up. Once he was up onto his feet, both Max and Julian watched Judas Lasher outside of the ring, locking gazes with him. Shaking his head, Max LeBrun turned away from Judas to address the Renegades. Chuckling to himself with his hands on his hips, Julian Morrison lowered his gaze from Judas Lasher and shook his head as well....
Then he spun around, grabbed Max LeBrun and hit him with a quick and sudden DOWNWARD SPIRAL!!
HANSON
"HEY!! WHOA!!!"
REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!?!"
KLAZZIC
"JULIAN MORRISON JUST BLINDSIDED MAX LEBRUN!!!!!"
Inside the ring, Candi Broduer jumped in front of Julian and shoved him, screaming "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!"
Smirking arrogantly, Julian raises up a fist to the side...'popped the pin to the grenade'...and Serena Frost WHOLLOPED Candi Broduer with a forearm from behind before jumping on her and raining down blows. At the same time, Tyson Lawand Tyler Grey began STOMPING and KICKING Max LeBrun!!
REYNOLDS
"I DON'T UNDERSTAND ANY OF THIS, NICKY!!!! MATT??!!?!"
KLAZZIC
"THEY'VE TURNED ON HIM!!! MAX'S FRIENDS HAVE TURNED ON HIM!! AND THEY'VE TURNED ON CANDI!!"
Stepping back, Julian motioned for the guys to pick Max up and gave the signal for them to 'get some.' First, Tyler Grey pulled Max up and shoved the broken and battered man back into Tyson Law who spun him around and hit him with the LAWBREAKER!!
HANSON
"ENOUGH IS ENOUGH!!"
KLAZZIC
"SOMEONE'S GOTTA STOP THIS!!"
REYNOLDS
"WELL, LASHER'S NOT DOING ANYTHING!! LOOK AT HIM! HE'S LEAVING!! THE BASTARD IS LEAVING!! THAT MAN JUST GAVE YOU ONE HELL OF A FIGHT AND YOU DON'T HAVE THE GODDAMN HONOR TO LEND A HAND!!"
HANSON
"Jim, calm down, man."
REYNOLDS
"NO, FUCK THIS!!!"
We hear a headset go flying off and suddenly James Reynolds is seen rushing into the ring. He gets to his feet, pulls off his leather jacket, flings it aside and opens his arms up to the Renegades.
HANSON
"JESUS CHRIST, MATT, GET HIM OUT OF THERE!! HE'S GONNA GET HIMSELF HURT!!"
Matt Klazzic started to get up from his chair but the crowd began roaring with new life again as a figure came SPRINTING down the ramp. Sliding into the ring, was TELEVISION CHAMPION, CHRIS WOLFE!! Dressed down in street clothes now, Wolfe went right for Tyler Grey and began laying into him before he could do anything else.
HANSON
"CHRIS WOLFE, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! YOU GOTTA WONDER WHAT'S GOT HIM OUT HERE!! BUT HE'S STILL OUT NUMBERED!!"
KLAZZIC
"THE HELL HE IS!!"
Matt Klazzic threw off his headset, pulled off his Member's Only jacket and hit the ring to the pop of the crowd, going right for Tyson Law and Julian Morrison while James Reynolds hurried to stand in between Max and Candi's battered and prone forms so that Serena couldn't do any more damage.
HANSON
"WELL, FOLKS!! I HATE TO CLOSE WRESTLEWAR OFF LIKE THIS BUT IT SEEMS THE CROWD HERE ARE ENJOYING THIS!!"
Before too long, the crowd roared again as RICK DICKULOUS came rushing down the ramp and slid into the ring, there to backup Matt Klazzic and even the playing field and finally beat back Julian Morrison, Tyler Grey and Tyson Law with Serena Frost regrouping with them.
HANSON
"This is horrible folks! Unfortunately, we have no time left on the air!! We'll see you at our next weekly broadcast, next Monday!! It's been one hell of a show! For James Reynolds and Matt Klazzic, I'm Nick Hanson! So long folks!"
The last shot of the show was James Reynolds kneeling down beside Candi Broduer and Max LeBrun as the former champion crawled over to his girlfriend and pulled her into his arms protectively, lifting his head and GLARING out of the ring at The Renegades!!
Fade out....
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MATCH WINNERS!
Silver Rush Battle Royale
Shelley Silver!
Hirooki Goto vs Matt Klazzic
Matt Klazzic!
Great White North vs CHAOS
Great White North!
Television Championship Match
Chris Wolfe!
Silver Mountain Championship Match
Rick Dickulous!
NFW Women's Tag Team Championship Match
LeeAnn Viskan & Lara Blackheart
NFW Tag Team Championship Match
Ultra-Violence
Scott Leroux vs Shinsuke Nakamura
Shinsuke Nakamura (DQ)
Jr. Heavyweight Championship Match
Tyler Grey
Women's Championship Match
Alex Brody
World Heavyweight Championship Match
Judas Lasher
