NFW Presents: WRESTLE WAR XVII: Day 1! 12/15/2020!

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NFW Presents: WRESTLE WAR XVII: Day 1! 12/15/2020! Dec 15, 2020 14:00:11 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Dec 15, 2020 14:00:11 GMT -8

To the sund of, “I Don’t Wanna Stop”, we see a recap of NFW’s 2020. Starting from January’s Wrestle War 16, highlights of the year are shown, mostly including the title defenses and wins that have taken place between then and now. Most of the moments highlighted involve those booked throughout this upcoming event, so we see epic moments like the Tag Titles being won by Second City Riot Squad, leading into the long, tense rivalry with Bloody Fairytale.

There’s quick snaps of January’s Silver Rush Rumble. We’re reminded of the insane spot of Danni Anderson throwing herself off the 20 foot ladder and crashing on top of Starlight through a table. She’s shown winning the Rumble but losing the match that she earned from doing so against Jasmine Matthews.

Subsequently, we’re reminded of the dominant year Sativa Nevaeh spent as World Champion before eventually being dethroned by none other than Danni Anderson herself!

We’re reminded of the new names and faces to the company that have come in and made quite the statement coming in! We see quick flashes of the twenty contestants for this event’s rumble, followed by the rest of the card, all hitting their biggest moves and throwing up their taunts. Super Tiger raising this year’s Vlad Blackheart Memorial trophy, Morgan Payne holding her briefcase on top of the ladder just to name a couple. Finally, we’re given electric shots of the defending champions for the upcoming show!

SECOND CITY RIOT SQUAD

ADRIANNA SALVATORE
MINORU TANAHASHI
DANNI ANDERSON

ANTON CROWLEY

The pyro goes off inside MADISON SQUARE GARDEN and the camera captures the electrified crowd as they hoist their signs and get pumped for the event to start. This is it! IT’S TIME FOR WRESTLEWAR XVII!!!!

Crowd: NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!

Nick Hanson: LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, HELLO! AND! WELCOME! TO THE GARDEN!

Miranda Augustino: IT’S THE MOTHERFUCKING GARDEN, NICKY!! SAY IT RIGHT!!

Nick Hanson: You know I’m not, Miranda but hello to you, too!

Miranda Augustino: Aggghhhhhhh!!! I love these joint events!! I get to work with my buddy!!

Nick Hanson: Aww, well, I appreciate that. What’s wrong, you don’t like working with Andy over on Trauma?

Miranda Augustino: He a’ight.

Andrew Payne: She don’t like it when I keep her ass in line on air but I think that’s why they stuck me with her and not Matt.

Matt Salvatore: Mir and I would set the fucking mics on fire, I think. Nicky and I balance each other out just fine, I think.

Nick Hanson: Well, we’re all here together tonight, at least for now. Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen, again! We are finally here! New York City! Madison Square Garden! Wrestle War!

Miranda Augustino: AGAIN!

Nick Hanson: That’s right, Mir! Again! Andy, Matt, has NFW ever had two Wrestle Wars in the same year?

Matt Salvatore: Haha, hell no but after the shit year this has been overall for the world, I think wrestling fans are entitled to a little treat so...Andy?

Andrew Payne: Let’s blow the fucking roof off of this place, again!

Nick Hanson: Well, two Wrestle Wars, you know what that means! Two Rumbles!

Matt Salvatore: Which means our third! Or is it a first? This is a new rumble.

Miranda Augustino: It’s the same rumble with a different name!

Andrew Payne: So it’s a third that’s technically also a first.

Miranda Augustino: I DON’T FUCKING KNOW WHAT’S GOING ON, ANYMORE!!!!!

Nick Hanson: Well, war can be a confusing thing sometimes, Miranda but it all plays out in the end! Let’s take it to ringside with Roger Arden!

We cut to inside the ring where Roger Arden stands with the microphone.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, are you ready for WRESTLE WAR SEVENTEEEEEEEEEN?!?!

The crowd pops loudly, giving another NFW chant as the man continues.

Roger Arden: The following matchup is your opening contest and it is the WRESTLE WAR RUMBLE!! In a moment, two competitors will enter the ring and the match will begin. There will be no disqualification and no countout. Every 90 seconds, a new competitor will enter the match. This will continue until all 20 superstars have entered. Eliminations can only happen by pinfall or submission inside the ring and can take place at any time. The last remaining superstar in the match will be declared the winner AND -- in accordance with the brand they compete on -- will earn a future shot at the Silver Mountain OR the United States Championship! Now. Ladies and gentlemen...iiiiiiiiiiiiiIIIIIIIIIIIIT’S TIIIIIIIIIIIIIIME! FOR!! WAR!!!

Always one with the flair for the charismatic, Roger Arden holds the microphone up to catch the roar of the crowd before bringing it down again and turning towards the stage.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, the competitor who drew number one….

Roger Arden: From Portland, Oregon! Weighing in at 130lbs! She is The Toxic Knockout...the Scream Queen...DONA...RRRRRRROTTEEEEEEENNNNNN!!!!!!

Dona slowly walks toward the ring, her focus squarely in front of her. She tunes out the fans, her mind lingering on the match at hand. A wry grin creeps across her painted face, as she climbs up onto the apron. Dona steps through the ropes, making her way to midring. The Toxic Knockout finally let's her eyes pan across the ringside area, before spitting a thick green mist skyward. Rotten cackles maniacally, and goes to her corner, to await the matches start.

Roger Arden: And now, introducing the competitor who drew number two….

The Arena lights go out. A soothing melody and voice cut above the crowd.

I'm hella mixed up, yes, I know

A lot of good and bad stuff as I grow

So now that I gotta live life when I'm both all I can saaayyyy...

A spotlight hits the entranceway illuminating someone standing in a hooded coat amidst fog...

What's my name? EBAH!

The words are followed by a prolonged yell. The figure then slowly starts to walk to the ring. He shadowboxes slightly as they walk.

Roger Arden: From Fort Wayne, Indiana. Weighing in at 191lbs. This is...NATHANAEL...MOOOOOORRRRRIIIIIAAAAAAAAN!!!!!!!

EBAH! (Come on)

Evil brain, angel heart

Evil brain, angel heart!

He gets to the ring and climbs the steps. He steps through the ropes and paces around the ring.

Fucking right, I'm a maniac and I'm loving it

Call me anything but my motherfucking government

I can love a bit, no, a big my love'll get

But in my brain, I stay insane and I'm always on some other shit!

He comes to the center of the ring and stands there for a moment. He then throws the hood of their coat back to reveal Nathanael Morian. He looks sternly into the camera before moving to a turnbuckle and climbing it.

Really wanna fuck a bitch, E.B. can't get enough of this

See me take what I stuck her with then I gotta run and give it to another chick

Gutter trick, suck a dick! State the texture of a brick

Making them Magnum rubbers split, what a prick, the brother's sick!

He raises a hand up and receives a mixed response from the crowd. Though there are more cheers than boos. He climbs down and removes his coat and hands it to a member of the ring crew. He pulls out a mouthpiece and puts it in as he waits for the match to start.

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~DING DING DING~

The bell rings and Wrestle War XVII is officially underway as the Rumble kicks off! Dona Rotten and Nathanael Morian meet in the center and lock up but Dona goes right to the basics and feeds him a forearm to the jaw. Dona can certainly go technical but she’s not fucking around tonight. She just starts laying in with the punches. She gets Morian backed into the corner and keeps throwing the shots at him but he only takes so much before he grabs Dona around the throat with both hands. He’s not a powerhouse, but Dona ain’t that heavy and he manhandles her around into the corner and starts digging into her ribs with the boots. He whips her across the ring, sending her into the corner with a violent snap but as he comes running in, Dona hits an up and over, and rolls to the center of the ring. Morian saves himself from running into the turnbuckle and comes back after Dona. She dips under his arm, hits the ropes and lands a vicious SPEAR to the Spirit of Vengeance! Dona makes an attempt for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

But Morian kicks out right at that two and Dona moves quickly to carry on with the damage. She pulls him up to his knee by the hair, clobbering him with forearms. She hits the ropes and comes back in, looking for the Chainsaw Kick but Morian explodes up, snatches her off her feet and just drills her into the mat with a brutal Snap Powerslam. Dona rolls away and starts getting up but Morian stays on her, picking her up to deliver an Underhook Suplex that he bridges for another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Dona Rotten throws her hips, able to roll her shoulder off of the mat in time and she’s still alive in the match as the clock appears on the bottom right of the screen with the crowd counting down along with it.

~BUZZER~

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Hidenori Shoji’s “Pledge of Demon” rocks MSG as the crowd erupts into a mixture of boos and cheers. The curtain is flung open and here comes Yukiko Kusanagi with that telltale look of murder in her eyes. Nathanael Morian and Dona Rotten continue trading offense inside the ring as Yukiko reaches the apron and immediately goes digging underneath. Objects start flying up and onto the mat courtesy of the Demolition Angel. Chairs, kendo sticks, cheese graters, a staple gun. She pulls a ladder and a couple of tables out, leaving them at ringside before finally sliding in under the bottom rope.

Finally getting into the match, Kusanagi grabs up a kendo stick. Morian’s laying the chops to Dona Rotten in the corner when Kusanagi blisters him across the back with a shot that’s heard all the way in the back. As he turns around, she catches him in the ribs and once more across the back, dropping him to his knees. She cocks back with a feral yell and lands one more money shot right across his skull. Yukiko flings the kendo stick to the outside and taunts the crowd with a pose before her head snaps towards Dona Rotten and she grins like a woman possessed. Dona doesn’t look intimidated persay but she still seems to be motioning between herself and the wife of her sister-in-law, perhaps suggesting a temporary alliance? Yukiko looks down at Nathanael whom she has busted open already and back up to Dona. Dona offers her a fist and after a tense pause, Yukiko bumps it with hers. They start laying the boots to Morian before picking him up. They whip him off the ropes and Dona almost immediately whips Yukiko at him, giving her the momentum for a sick bicycle Yakuza Kick. Dona picks up the staple gun and holds it high, yelling to the crowd how she’s “got something for this motherfucker” and motions for Yukiko to pick Nathanael up.

~BUZZER~

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The arena is shaken by Ra’s “Fallen Angels” and the crowd is on their feet as The Black Ronin makes his way down the ramp with a purpose in his step. About halfway down, he picks up into a full sprint and dives in under the bottom rope. Dona Rotten forgets about wanting to staple Nathanael Morian’s wound closed and comes running at Damon Cross but she’s brought down halfway with a brutal Running STO. Yukiko comes running in next and gets sent flying with a Greco-Roman Throw. Some might have thought Cross was looking to ease up the assault on Nathanael Morian some but whoever did doesn’t really know the man that well, do they? No, instead, he starts stalking towards the man, looking to equally dish out the pain but Dona Rotten hasn’t taken too kindly to being knocked on her ass and she grabs the one responsible and, with a guttural yell to give her a little oomph, she sends Cross back with a German Suplex. Yukiko Kusanagi’s up on her feet again and starts moving in towards Damon Cross with Dona Rotten but Nathanael’s back up on his feet. He spins Yukiko around, snatches her up and delivers Ultio. This distracts Dona long enough for Damon to get back to his feet and now Rotten and Cross are starting to trade back and forth while Morian and Kusanagi start their own scrap. The four competitors pair off across the ring with advantages looking to be Cross over Dona and Morian over Kusanagi but the odd-kin “sisters” are certainly fighting back like a pair of wild cats.

Morian goes for a running lariat that Kusanagi ducks under, pulling the top rope with her and sends him over out onto the floor. This gives her a moment to breath as Morian starts getting to his feet. Kusanagi leans out through the top and middle ropes, grabbing what she can of his short hair and Morian suddenly has a trash can lid in his hand. He swings it up with all of his might and just fucking CRACKS Kusanagi over the head with it! She slumps back to the mat and Morian takes his time getting back into the ring as the clock appears again.

~BUZZER~

Lights out! No, literally. The lights to the arena just...go out. Power failure already? There’s no music. Nothing on the video wall. The fans are stirring with confusion and anticipation for about thirty seconds when the lights finally come back on, revealing….

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ASMODEUS STANDING IN THE CENTER OF THE RING!!! The half capacity crowd in MSG sounds like a packed house as they jump to their feet. The Demoness of Temptation in full makeup and macabre demeanor just stands in the center of the ring, rolling her neck as she takes in the other four opponents. Everyone else in the ring freezes as she turns in a slow circle. Her gaze falls on Damon Cross, a familiar face somewhat, and she gives him a wicked little wave. Damon steps away from Dona Rotten, downed in a corner and looks ready to square up with the member of the once prominent Children of Nephilim. He’s not alone, however, as Nathanael Morian sees an object of much needed vengeance in his eyes and he goes right for her! Morian spins Asmodeus around and just starts throwing fights and lefts. Asmodeus covers up with her forearms, finally swatting Morian’s arms away and just rocks him with a headbutt! Damon Cross runs in and blindsides her with a forearm and Morian runs back over to assist him. The two whip Asmodeus off the ropes. They go for a hand locked clothesline but the crowd “whoooooaaaaaaas” as Asmodeus drops to her knees and sliiiides under their arms. She leans forward, popping her legs up in the air and hits a double mule kick to Morian and Cross, right in their midsections. She springs up to her feet, hits the ropes and comes running back, taking them both down with a running crossbody. Asmodeus snaps up onto her knees with a shriek to the sky. She turns her eyes directly to the next bit of movement she sees and that’s Dona Rotten, starting to get to her feet. The crowd starts “ooooooh-ing” ready for this fight as Dona finally notices Asmodeus and gives a look between amused and sheer “what the hell?” Nonetheless, she steps out of the corner and motions for Asmodeus to bring that ass on and the two just start slugging it out.

~BUZZER~

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“RestInPeace” by BONES comes on right at that 0:31: mark and Kasey Kash comes bursting through the curtain to a welcoming pop from New York City! He beelines it down to the ring but stops short of sliding in when he notices the assortment of dangerous goodies laying around. He immediately goes to setting up tables by the entrance side. Meanwhile, Yukiko has recovered and jumped into a brawl with Asmodeus. Nathanael Morian and Damon Cross are finally trading off and Dona Rotten’s starting to set up a little house of pain on the opposite side of the ring. God knows what she’s thinking but she sets up two tables underneath a ladder bridge between the apron and the Spanish announce table. Kasey Kash sets up one table along the apron, he’s previously slid one into the ring and now he’s climbing a 20 foot ladder he’s erected outside the ring. The fuck is he DOING?! Fans soon get their answer as Damon Cross, Nathanael Morian, Yukiko Kusanagi and Asmodeus all end up cluttering around the center of the ring.

SWANTON BOMB OFF THE LADDER!!!! And four out of the five other competitors go down in a heap as Kasey Kash introduces himself into the Rumble, officially. None of them are terribly hurt as they start slowly getting to their feet. After earning the first “HOLY SHIT” chant of the event, Kasey’s the first one up, however, and he goes right for a kendo stick on the mat but as soon as he turns around -- WHACK!! Dona Rotten’s back in the ring with a steel chair right across the dome! She turns immediately and nails Damon Cross with a shot. Then she spins and just smashes Asmodeus right in the face with it. The Demoness falls to her knees and collapses backwards, bent back at the legs. Dona turns around again with the chair and WHAM!! Superkick to the chair from Yukiko Kusanagi knocks it right into the face of Dona Rotten and Kusanagi gets the Rumble’s first betrayal! However, now Yukiko turns towards where Asmodeus is laid out just in time to witness A DEMON’S ASCENSION!! Asmodeus rises back up onto her knees with a guttural roar and even the Demolition Angel takes a step back with her eyes widening.

Asmodeus tilts her head to the side, grinning wickedly as Yukiko appears to regain her nerve and now the Japanese athlete is smiling too! The crowd buzzes as she drops down to her knees. Both women lean down on all fours, getting RIGHT in each other’s faces as if trying to psyche each other out! They both just smile back at each other, pressing their foreheads together and start rising back up to their feet, like a couple of volcanoes ready to explode. The fans are alternating between chants, itching for a fight.

CROWD

AS-MO-DEUS!

YU-KI-KO!

AS-MO-DEUS!

YU-KI-KO!

~BUZZER~

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There’s another explosive pop as In This Moment’s “Big Bad Wolf” rips through the PA system right about at the 1:46 mark. Asmodeus’ head SNAPS towards the stage while Yukiko does a slow, curious turn. From the curtain, the Queen of the Kingdom comes storming down the ramp towards the ring. Asmodeus is looking between Yukiko and Jasmine now. Which one does she go for? Halfway down the ramp, Jasmine gets her own devilish little grin on her lips and seems to be goading Asmodeus in. She wants some? Come get it! Asmodeus takes one long final look at Yukiko, looking like she’s about to cock back and swing. Right before she does, she suddenly darts to the ropes, baseball slides out of the ring and the Demoness of Temptation and the Fanged Rose come slamming into each other, throwing fists back and forth, much to the crowd’s delight.

They’re just close enough to the ring, however, that Yukiko Kusanagi runs off the ropes and comes diving through with a Tope Suicida, slamming into both of them and all three go down. All three are up at about the same moment. Jasmine steps up to Yukiko, getting up in her shit and Yukiko just slaps her across the face. Jasmine answers back with a stiff forearm and the fight’s on at ringside. Asmodeus makes it up, digging under the ring for something to use and retrieves the trash bin that belongs to the lid Nathanael Morian used earlier. Jasmine and Yukiko are too caught up in their brawl to see her coming and one by one she just whollops them over the head with the trash bin. She tosses the dented bin into the ring and turns her full focus to Jasmine.

Back inside the ring, carnage has spread between the other four competitors as Damon Cross and Dona Rotten are back at it again while Nathanael Morian and Kasey Kash are taking turns seeing who can just knock the shit out of each other.

~BUZZER~

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“Yass bitch, yass bitch, yass bitch… Slay!”

Koda Kumi’s “W Face” fills the arena and Cali-Kate struts confidently out onto the stage to a split reaction that’s probably boos from the women and cheers from the men. She knows it too, embracing it with a wicked little smirk as she moves down the aisle, losing her strut and going all business about halfway down. She goes right to the top rope from the apron and looks to come down on Damon and Dona at first but she sees Jasmine, Asmodeus and Yukiko still mixing it up and shrugs, diving off onto all three of them. Back inside the ring, Dona’s gotten an upperhand on Damon, nailing him with the Chainsaw Kick but Nathanael has also sent Kasey over the top rope with a clothesline and catches Dona from behind as she backs up, waiting for Damon to get up. Nathnael spins Dona around and yanks her right back in with KILLSHOT for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ELIMINATION: DONA ROTTEN BY NATHANAEL MORIAN

Nathanael Morian gets the first fall of the match and comes up, feeling the energy. A fired up sneer to the crowd as he extends his fists out to the side, trembling with rage until Damon Cross spins him around and DRAGONFIRE DDT!!!! He goes for the cover but for some reason or other, Kasey Kash comes back into the fight in a big way, springboard 450 splashing himself right down on top of Damon Cross and Nathanael Morian!

~BUZZER~

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The crowd is back on their feet as Atreyu’s “Ex’s & Oh’s” signals the arrival of Vanita Bosser. She rushes out onto the stage, throwing up her hands to get the fans amped up even more before making a beeline for the ring. She slides in and just goes right for the first person she sees. Just so happens to be Asmodeus, brawling in the corner with Jasmine Matthews. There’s a little bit of history with Bosser and The Kingdom. Perhaps we’re seeing another temporary alliance? These two start getting into it with Vanita having a bit of the fresh stamina edge. Jasmine steps off to catch a breath while, on the outside, Cali-Kate and Yukiko Kusanagi are having it out by the commentary table. Yukiko gets Kate up for a powerbomb but Kate counters with a hurricanrana, whipping Yukiko face first, violently into the ladder bridge, set up earlier. Back inside the ring, Kasey Kash is going to town with Damon Cross and Nathanael Morian, back and forth with a kendo stick. Both men are trying to absorb the shots with their forearms but Kash gets one lucky smack in on the already bloodied Morian. The kendo stick is a splintered stick now and he tosses it aside as Morian goes down and Cross gets up to a knee. Kasey runs to the ropes and springs back off for a flying forearm. Damon Cross, also bloodied from the shots, explodes up and drives his boot into Kash’ sternum as he comes down. He hooks the arms. DRAGONFIRE DDT with a little bit of extra stank on it!! Cover and hooks the far leg for a tight hold!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!!!! Kickout!!! Damon Cross falls back and lays there for a moment to gather himself but as soon as he starts getting up, Jasmine Matthews is on him with a fury, putting the boots to him. She’s yelling about his “tainted blood” remark on social media a couple weeks ago but she hasn’t gotten to get her hands on him yet for it. She pulls him up by the hair, screaming in his face that she’s just as much a Matthews as her father and brother. She SLAPS him in the face once, twice, three times! We can see the anger building in Damon’s eyes as Jasmine berates him before she runs off the ropes and comes in. ICE CO--NO! Damon catches her by the foot as he gets up to his feet. He throws her leg down and spins for a discus LARIATOOOOO--NO!! Jasmine jukes under his arm. Damon turns around and POW!!!! Jasmine hits The Strike! Damon stumbles back into the ropes but catching himself on them with his arms as he sees Jasmine measuring up. Before Jasmine can advance, Kasey Kash hits her low in the back with a forearm, staggering her. He whips her off the ropes and ICE COLD!!!! Jasmine lands a counter on him instead but she only has a second to shake her head down at him before a Running STO by Damon Cross takes her down.

~BUZZER~

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“Smooth Sailing” by Queens of the Stone Age garners a huge pop from the crowd as Cass Baumer comes stepping out in rhythm to the beat of her music. She’s in no real rush to get to the ring, not that she’s delaying either. She just strolls down the aisle, substituting the babyface hand slaps with social distancing approved elbow bumps to the front row.

Back inside the ring, Damon and Jasmine have gone into a full out brawl, just beating the hell out of each other. Cali-Kate has moved on and gotten into it with Vanita. Asmodeus and Nathanael Morian are tied up in a brutal battle of vengeance versus evil. Kasey Kash has made it back to his feet and he’s putting the forearms to Yukiko Kusanagi. Eventually he feints the next one and catches her with a European Uppercut, causing her to shake the stars. He goes for that springboard forearm again, coming off the ropes but once again it costs him big. This time, it’s courtesy of Yukiko’s STEEL FEATHER that catches him right across the jaw. Kash crumples to the mat and Yukiko falls over him for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

ELIMINATION: KASEY KASH BY YUKIKO KUSANAGI

It’s right here that Yukiko sees Cass Baumer climbing up onto the apron and her focus goes entirely on an old foe. Cass sees her too and there’s a tense staredown between the two. As soon as Cass is halfway in the ring, Yukiko’s rushing her like a wolf on a wounded lamb, hammering her with forearms as she yanks her into the ring. She hooks the arm around the head, starting to set up for the Cradle DDT but Cass drops her weight down, taking a knee and comes back up with a Northern Lights Suplex, throwing Yukiko right into the corner! Yukiko goes rolling back out of the ring. Everyone’s paired off now as absolute chaos is in progress all around the ring. Asmodeus has a cord around Nathanael’s throat. Damon and Jasmine are throwing shots back and forth. Vanita’s trying to set Kate up on the ladder bridge over the tables but Kate rolls right off and goes for something under the apron. Vanita has to roll into then back out of the ring to get at her but this gives Kate enough time to have a chair ready. She catches Vanita in the ribs first then cocks it up and smashes her right over the back. Vanita goes down! Kate rolls her into the ring and goes for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

TH--NO!!!

Vanita is safe!

~BUZZER~

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Pop goes the crowd as “Da Adorkable Angel” pirouettes out onto the stage. She’s feeling the crowd’s energy as they start dancing in place with her. Azurine moves down the ramp, carefully analyzing the situation at hand. She’s not about to just rush into what’s quickly becoming an all-out war. She even stops at the foot of the ramp and assesses the environment until she sees Cali-Kate choking Vanita with her boot down in the corner.

Vebbins slides into the ring then and goes right for Cali-Kate. A double axe handle across the back gets Kate to back off of Vanita and Vebbins starts laying chops against the ropes. She whips Kate across, off the other side and comes running in with a Jumping Clothesline. Vebbins gets Kate up and goes for a suplex but Kate blocks it with her foot and starts fighting for a counter suplex but Vanita steps in and catches her in the side of the ribs with a forearm. She grabs Kate’s other arm and she assists Vebbins in a double suplex.

Jasmine and Asmodeus make it back into the ring, having managed to fend off Nathanael and Damon for a moment. Asmodeus goes for Vanita while Jasmine goes for Azurine and there’s a whole new pair off of competitors. Meanwhile, Yukiko and Cass are beating the unholy shit out of each other but Cass has the upper hand, moving to a bit of her deathmatch antics and fighting dirty. Thumbs to the eyes, biting and headbutts. Finally, she drills Yukiko into the padded floor with a Russian Legsweep then peels herself off of the floor and pulls the table set up on the ramp side away from the apron. She starts picking Yukiko up, trying to lay her across the table. She turns and amps up the crowd as the clock starts ticking down and starts climbing up the apron.

~BUZZER~

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To say the entire crowd booed would be inaccurate. Most of them booed while the rest gave an anticipating “oooohhhhhhhhh” as Flyleaf’s “Marionette” kicked in and Cass Baumer immediately stopped in her tracks and turned towards the stage. She stands like a gatekeeper at the foot of the ramp, waiting for her opponent in tomorrow’s Scaffold Match to show herself when all of a sudden, a fan in the front row flings their full cup of soda in Cass’ face!! The Headliner’s taken off guard as the slender built fan jumps over the barricade in jeans and a baggy hoodie and just starts WAILING on her!!! Fans have already caught on as to what’s happened as the assailant runs Cass violently into the ring post, bouncing her face right off of it. Cass’ attacker tugs up the sleeves to the hoodie and yanks back her hood to reveal, of course, JENN DREW!!!! She digs through some shit under the apron and comes up with a baking sheet. Good enough, and she cracks Cass over the back of the head with it, instantly sending her back to the floor where she starts cussing her out the way only a tough bitch from England can do. Once she’s back to her feet, Yukiko joins Jenn in a Cass beatdown.

Elsewhere in the match, Asmodeus and Jasmine are still paired off against Vanita and Azurine. Kate gets back up and goes after Azurine again, assisting Jasmine in a two on one against Vebbins. Damon makes it back into the ring and goes after Jasmine and Kate. It’s all out chaos around the mat and outside as Nathanael Morian returns to the inside. The first one to notice is Damon Cross who steps in and takes a stiff shoot kick right to the ribs. Kate rushes in. Morian catches her with a spinning back thrust kick to the mid section. Another kick to the leg takes her down. Morian continues his rampage, going on a spree of MMA kicks and punches, just laying into anyone who comes at him, and if it isn’t strikes, it’s shoot throws down to the mat. Finally, he comes to a tense standoff with Jasmine Matthews and the cousins stare each other down. They look like they’re about ready to begin a gentleman/lady’s bout when Yukiko Kusanagi and Jenn Drew are in the ring and rush them both. Kusanagi goes for Jasmine. Drew goes for Morian.

~BUZZER~

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“Poison Girl” by H.I.M hits the PA and out comes Tahti Kuu to another thunderous ovation. The Finnish Beauty takes only a moment to pose to the cheering crowd before she beelines it down to the ring. She takes a second to choose her battle before going for Damon Cross. The chaos continues as Yukiko sends Jasmine running head first into a steel chair wedged between the top and middle turnbuckles but then turns right into a missile dropkick by Cass Baumer as she comes back in from outside. She goes to check on Jasmine, helps her up and Jasmine BLASTS her with a back elbow before beginning to lay into her, planting her with a DDT. Tahiti’s putting the chops to Damon. Jenn Drew and Azurine are slugging it out. Cali-Kate’s got Vanita in a sharpshooter with her hands on the ropes but the referees can’t force the break due to the No DQ rules. She starts to literally pull herself out of the ring to escape as the camera cuts elsewhere. Once again, a very exhausted pair is Asmodeus and the bloody Nathanael Morian as the two are just throwing bombs with their legs. Asmodeus staggers Morian with a kick and goes for a spinning roundhouse but Morian just barely catches her foot. He whips her around and catches the arm, yanks her in. KILLSHOT!! Asmodeus stumbles back, turning her back to Morian again but refusing to fall. Morian doesn’t waste time and clutches her wrist again. KILLSHOT again!!! Finally the Demoness slumps down and Morian rolls her into a tight ball for the cover.

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ELIMINATION: ASMODEUS BY NATHANAEL MORIAN

Morian doesn’t get much time to celebrate before Cali-Kate moves onto him with Vanita catching a breather outside. However, even she doesn’t get much of one as Yukiko hones in on her. Not only that but she’s got that damn staple gun in her hand and immediately punches one into Vanita’s hairline. She punches in a second before she lets her get free. The crowd is booing the Demolition Angel and the blood is flowing from the Vain one’s forehead. Azurine’s got the advantage over Jenn for a moment but her lack of proficiency with foreign objects works against her as she tries to come in with a trash bin that Jenn ducks. The bin bounces back off the ropes, rocking Azurine in the head. She stumbles around right into an enziguri. Jenn barely has time to follow up before Cass Baumer’s on her with a Spear, raining down punches.

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Brave’s “Sarah Bareilles” hits the system and here comes CC! Straight out the gate, she hits the ring running and gets into the mix! Others in the ring take notice of her fast approach and attempt to rush the relative newcomer but Cindy’s got more arm drags than Oprah Winfrey’s got prizes. Azurine gets an arm drag! Jasmine gets an arm drag! Cass gets an arm drag! Tahiti gets an arm drag! Cindy’s clearing the ring with a fire under her feet! She pops up and finds herself in a standoff with Damon Cross. The two lock up and Cross catches her with a Greco-Roman throw but Cindy manages to roll through her landing and rush in. Now it’s her turn and she pulls off a snap German that takes a bit of umph but she gets it on Damon! She turns next and sees Nathanael Morian. The two MMA wrestlers size each other up and start circling the mat. They go for a lockup but Coleman shoots in low and goes for a lifting takedown. Morian manages to keep one foot grounded before pushing Coleman into the corner where he starts feeding her knees. It doesn’t take long before Coleman’s decided she’s had her fill and she manages to switch positions and serves up a helping of kicks to the midsection before running him out of the corner for Stay Down but Morian slips his head free and catches her wrist! KILLSHOT!! Cover!

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ELIMINATION: CINDY COLEMAN BY NATHANAEL MORIAN

Morian explodes up onto one knee, sneering and baring his mouth piece as he knocks a fist against his chest. Moving on, Morian gets into it with Damon as the cameras move to where Vanita Bosser and Yukiko Kusanagi are still going at it. Vanita’s gotten her footing again against Yukiko. The Demolition Angel fights back with a headbutt to the Vain One and goes for an irish whip but Bosser reverses it and sends Yukiko almost off her feet and into the barricade with a crash. Jasmine Matthews and Cali-Kate are working a two on one over Azurine Vebbins on the outside but Tahti Kuu hits the corner, running up the turnbuckle where moonsaults down onto all three of them. Jenn Drew moves in on Vanita Bosser from behind, raining shots down on her but Cass Baumer’s right there to help Vanita out. She rocks Jenn back with a forearm. Cass and Vanita exchange a quick look and seem to agree on something. What, though? Oh! STEREO SUPERKICKS TO THE REBEL!! Jenn goes down! Vanita and Cass start to exchange a tentative fist bump before Yukiko Kusanagi rushes back into the action, nailing Cass in the head with an elbow. Vanita comes in with a lariat attempt but Yukiko shoots low and just drills her with a Northern Lights Suplex onto the floor. The Joshi crawls over to the apron and reaches under, pulling out a small sack. She doesn’t waste time showboating with it. Just opens it up and dumps a pile of thumbtacks out on the single table by the ring.

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Amaranthe’s “Helix” hits the system and FM Young flings aside the curtain to a pop from the crowd as she makes her way down the ramp. She hops up onto the apron, steps into the ring and it’s time for another rampage as several surviving roster members try to get the jump on the six foot beast of a woman. Tahti Kuu eats a thrusting underhand chop to the jaw that drops her. Cali-Kate comes in, gets snatched up and driven down with a Spinebuster. Azurine runs in and goes for a Cazadora but Young counters it into a Wheelbarrow Driver, folding her over onto her head. She keeps her folded up and stares at others in the ring with a fire in her eyes.

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ELIMINATION: AZURINE VEBBINS BY FM YOUNG

FM Young gets to her feet, calling on the next oncomer and that’s when Jasmine Matthews steps to the front and the crowd starts buzzing. Much of the audience are very familiar with the history here and the two start to circle up, already starting to jawjack at each other. Tahti moves on Jasmine but Cali-Kate intercepts and the temporary calm dissipates into another storm. Kate’s wailing on Tahti, Jasmine and FM explode into a rush of fists, Damon and Nathanael lock up again and Cass goes for Jenn again but gets tripped up by Yukiko from the outside who yanks her out to the floor. Jenn rolls out of the ring and starts going for Cass to help Yukiko but Vanita’s back on her feet and intervenes there. Jenn catches Vanita with an elbow, knocking her away and climbs back onto the apron, looking for a running cannonball into Cass and Yukiko but Vanita’s back up again. The Vain One runs up and grabs Jenn’s legs going for a powerbomb through the thumbtack covered table! Jenn holds onto the top rope, pulling with all of her might until she’s able to pull her legs free and just boots Vanita in the head. She changes direction then and hits that cannonball into Bosser then. Vanita and Jenn are down as Yukiko rolls Cass into the ring and climbs onto the apron. Cass gets pulled to her feet as Yukiko starts going for a suplex off the apron through the table. Cass pulls free and rams her shoulder into Yukiko’s stomach, doubling her over through the top and middle ropes. She sees her chance and takes it. Backs up, runs and jumps for it! SUNSET FLIP BOMB THROUGH THE THUMBTACK TABLE! The table explodes and tacks go all over the place as Yukiko eats all of the bump. Cass has some tacks in her too but she fights through the pain and pulls Yukiko up, rolling her into the ring. Yukiko stays face down, not letting herself be put in a pinning predicament but Cass pulls her up.

Yukiko throws a back elbow into Cass’ jaw, backing her off. She pivots around with a rather sloppy attempt at her Steel Feather, still racked with pain from the thumbtacks literally covering her back. Cass jukes underneath it! Turns! FACT CHECK!!!!

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ELIMINATION: YUKIKO KUSANAGI BY CASS BAUMER!

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W.A.S.P’s “Charisma” draws a rush of boos from the crowd as Aiden Prince as The Legacy struts out onto the stage in all his glory with his entourage. To the surprise of most, however, he turns and stops his Assistant, Ty Richie and Bodyguard, Desmond Black from following him. He confidently declares he’s got this and turns to approach the ring by himself, taking a couple of pauses to shake his head at some men in the front row and show off his physique to the ladies. When he makes it up onto the apron, he decides to enter the ring in an explosive way. A springboard lariat floors Damon Cross as Nathanael Morian whips him that way. Prince rolls right through the landing, ducks a roundhouse by Morian and takes him down with a standing dropkick. He kips right back up to his feet and catches Tahti Kuu in an arm drag. From behind him, Cali-Kate moves in to catch him in a rear waistlock. Aiden quickly reverses it and catches her in one until he realizes just who or what he’s got a hold of. He takes a step back, bringing up his hand like a picture frame and just grins as he looks Kate over. Kate stands there, looking around at the crowd with a look of disbelief on her face. Like ‘dude, really?’ Aiden Prince is saying something to her. Obviously complimenting her on her...assets, before he motions to his abs as if presenting himself to the Geekette Extraordinaire. Kate’s not having it though and just for a low kick--NO! Prince catches her foot, grinning and wags a finger at her. He steps out for a short range lariat as he throws her foot down but Kate ducks it and hits him with a dropkick in the back. He stumbles forward, right into a superkick from Tahti Kuu! This knocks him into a Slide Tackle by Cass Baumer, taking the man down. Kate comes off the middle rope with a springboard moonsault right across the back. She rolls him over for a cover but he shoves her off before the referee can even start a count.

Kate and Cass pick Aiden up to his feet and whip him off the ropes but he comes back and levels them with a double clothesline. He spins around and Tahti’s already rushing in with a kick to the stomach! She sets him up! ECLI--NO!!! Prince twists out of the Eclipse and immediately pulls Tahti into a backbend! CROWN BREAKER!

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ELIMINATION: TAHTI KUU BY AIDEN PRINCE

Prince rises to a knee and flexes those biceps. Just to remind the audience how damn perfect he is before he stands back up. He turns around and finds himself face to face with FM Young who looks none too amused at his showboating. Aiden takes one look at the woman who’s about his height and just six pounds shy of his own weight but he looks amused, if not impressed to say the least. He flexes one arm again and points to it, grinning and nodding to FM, likely telling her she’s got it but not like him. FM raises her eyebrows and mirrors his flex, looks at her arm, shrugs, then SNAPS that arm out and blasts Prince in the jaw with a right hand that rocks him back. She motions for Prince to bring his shit and give it back to her. Prince cocks back for a punch, pauses, then blindsides her with an open hand slap from the other hand.

CROWD

OOOOOOOOOH!!!!!!

Prince is trash talking FM now as she rubs her jaw and slowly grins...before lashing out and unloads on him with a storm of punches. She runs past him to hit the ropes but from outside, Jasmine Matthews catches her foot and her attention. Matthews steps back out of the way as Young goes to grab at her and the Tiger of NFW turns right around into Aiden Prince charging with a clothesline, knocking her out of the ring. FM hits the floor and Jasmine’s on her gain as Prince turns back into the mix where he gets into a mix up with Damon Cross.

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“I’M FINALLY HOLDING ON TO LETTING GO!!!”

As Corey Taylor’s guttural scream kicks off Slipknot’s “Unsainted”, Ryan Terror comes out from behind the curtain, all business, and makes his way down to the ring. He doesn’t waste any time and goes right into a Jumping Knee Strike on Cass Baumer. Vanita Bosser starts throwing bombs at him but he swats her arms out and rocks her with a headbutt. Cali-Kate catches Ryan with Geek Chic-Kick and goes to set him up for Starstruck but he gets his arms free and lands a German Suplex but Kate rolls back through it and runs in to hit a Meteora to the back of Ryan’s head. She lays a chair out on top of him and hurries to the top turnbuckle. Kate comes off with Bass-ic, sandwiching the chair between Ryan and herself. Jenn Drew moves in to try and steal the pin on Ryan Terror!

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Ryan Terror kicks out and starts getting to his feet as quick as he can. Jenn Drew stays on him, hitting palm strikes and elbows and Ryan fights right back, rocking her with a European Uppercut! He clutches her wrist and goes for Blood Reign I but Drew manages to duck it and Terror DRILLS Cass Baumer with the lariat portion! Jenn realizes how narrowly she escaped doom and pulls Cass to her feet, motioning to Ryan she wants to help him. Ryan comes off the ropes, running as Jenn shoves Cass forward right into GOD PARTICLE!! She goes for the cover on Cass but Ryan pulls her up, asking her what the hell she thinks she’s doing trying to steal his elimination. As Jenn tries to talk him down, Cass gets up to her knees and shoves Jenn into Ryan!! Ryan clearly takes this as Jenn having attacked him but Jenn’s already turned towards Cass and grabbed her by the hair, hammering her with forearms to keep her down. She doesn’t see Ryan Terror lying in wait for her turn around and when she does, he strikes with OUT OF THE SHADOWS! Jenn hits the mat and Ryan covers!

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ELIMINATION: JENN DREW BY RYAN TERROR

Jenn rolls out of the ring with a shocked look on her face as Cass shows a bit of her taunting side and shrugs with an impish grin. The referees escort her around to the ramp, motioning her towards the back as the clock runs again.

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BLOOD FOR FREEDOM!!!!

To the sound of Within Temptation’s “Raise Your Banner”, Nattie K marches down the ramp like a woman on a mission. The Nuclear Disaster hits the ring and starts dishing out the pain. A Spear to Cass Baumer. A Spinning Clothesline to Cali-Kate. Jasmine Matthews and Vanita Bosser rush in and start a Bucky & Cap on Iron Man style beatdown on Nattie but the tattooed Russian just grabs them in a vice grip around their throats and hits a double Fallout (Chokeslam)!! The next series of events happen in rapid, exciting succession as multiple competitors start going at one another. Nattie hits Ryan with a Spear. She pops up and turns into FM snatching her up into a Spinebuster. Aiden whips her around from behind and the two start throwing bombs. FM rocks him with a forearm, runs off the ropes and Prince catches her with the Legacy Kick! Nathanael Morian pulls Prince into a Clinch and starts throwing knees but Aiden fights free and hits the ropes. Morian ducks under a running lariat and Damon Cross catches Aiden with a White Thunder Bomb!

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NO! Aiden kicks out! Damon curses and gets up to his feet, turning in time to see Cass Baumer reaching the top of the turnbuckle. Just before she jumps, though, Jenn Drew reappears with a vengeance in the form of a kendo stick! She’s up on the apron and whacks Baumer with the stick, causing her to lose her footing and drop down onto the corner. Damon Cross doesn’t care how it happens and moves right in, pulling Cass down from the corner. He bounces Cass’ legs off the ropes. BLACK CRUCIFIXION!!!

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ELIMINATION: CASS BAUMER BY DAMON CROSS

Cass is furious as she rolls out of the ring, looking up the ramp as Jenn taps her temple and disappears through the curtain. We’ll see these two tomorrow to finish their business but for now, the rumble is still on and the clock is ticking!

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Motoi Sakuraba’s “Vordt of the Boreal Valley” bursts through the PA system, drawing a surprised pop from the crowd. A moment later, through the curtain steps Dokueki - The Poison Dragon! The strikes her pose, fire shooting off from the stage as she sprays mist in the air. This makes her wicked smile all the more menacing as she approaches the ring, looking to add to her reign of destruction.

True to her reputation, she doesn’t allow for any pause in reaction to her appearance. She steps into that ring and goes right to attacking people. MSG turns into Suplex City with Dokueki as the Mayor as she starts tossing bodies around. Vanita Bosser gets a Belly to Belly Side Suplex. Cali-Kate gets a Snap German. Nattie K gets an Exploder. Ryan Terror gets an Olympic Slam that showcases the woman’s power and wows the audience. She catches Jasmine Matthews up on the turnbuckle and starts approaching to catch her off guard but FM Young snatches Dokueki up for a backdrop suplex. Dokueki rolls through it and lands on her feet. FM Young turns towards the Dragon. Jasmine Matthews dives off the top turnbuckle with a Missile Dropkick, nailing the Tiger right in the back. The Tiger staggers forward and the Dragon strikes with DRAGON’S BREATH!! More green mist, this time right in the face of FM!! What happens next is pretty astounding: FM drops to a knee, wiping at her eyes. Dokueki comes off the ropes from the front. Jasmine comes from FM’s back. Dokueki nails FM with SHINING BLACK but Jasmine nails Dokueki with ICE COLD!! Jasmine takes a second to taunt the crowd, turns and LEGACY KICK FROM AIDEN PRINCE!! FM and Dokueki are starting to stir and he sees an opportunity. He grabs FM Young from behind, bending her back. CROWN BREAKER!

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ELIMINATION: FM YOUNG BY AIDEN PRINCE

Prince pops up and turns right into a Double Leg Takedown by Damon Cross who locks him right into a Sharpshooter. He ends up saved, inadvertently that is, as Cali-Kate comes off the ropes and nails Damon with a Shining Wizard! Things are getting crazier now as Ryan Terror and Jasmine Matthews are starting to have it out while Nathanael Morian and Nattie K are in a mix up of more than just harsh words. Dokueki’s back on her feet and finds herself on the receiving end of stiff kicks from Cali-Kate but Aiden Prince repays Kate for the save a moment ago with a Running Neckbreaker. This brings Dokueki’s attention to Vanita Bosser and the two start trading forearms until Dokueki backs Vanita into the corner and starts feeding her knees.

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Rage of Light’s “Lollipop” hits and the final entry appears as Kamila Rose saunters out onto the stage before descending down the ramp. She tosses her mask aside and takes her time, entering the ring in her eye catching way before she goes after Jasmine Matthews but the Queen of the Kingdom meets her halfway and the old fire between these two burns hot again as well!

That’s it for entries now and the rest of the match is pure, utter chaos! There’s no real friends or alliances left in the match as everyone just starts going to town on each other. Kamila Rose and Cali-Kate have a brief team up against Vanita Bosser and Jasmine Matthews but after their underhanded tactics get them the upper hand, The Geekette Extraordinaire turns on The Cub immediately with Starstruck! As she rolls over and gets up onto her knees, starting to roll Kamila over, Aiden Prince is back, pulling Kate up to her feet, straddling her head and nailing a Sunset Flip Piledriver! He holds for the cover!

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ELIMINATION: CALI-KATE BY AIDEN PRINCE

The carnage continues as Jasmine Matthews gets a hold of a steel chair and starts going to town on anybody she can swing the thing at. She nails Kamila Rose, Damon Cross, Aiden Prince, then turns and almost nails Nathnael Morian but the Spirit of Vengeance catches it in his hands and wrestles it from her. Jasmine backs off from her cousin and turns right into Out Of The Shadows from Ryan Terror! Ryan has little time to capitalize, however as Morian tosses the chair in his hands at him. Terror catches it but Morian rushes in with a Karate style front kick, SLAMMING the chair right into Ryan’s face. Nathanael follows up fast with a Killshot to take Ryan Terror down for a cover!

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ELIMINATION: RYAN TERROR BY NATHANAEL MORIAN

As the match goes on, things escalate even more as Dokueki begins to show her more violent side and brings in the more dangerous weapons. What, exactly, you as? Oh, you know. Just the light tubes, the grill skewers, a barbwire bat. That kinda shit. This barely goes noticed as the other seven are in the ring all mixed up in a blend of fists and knees. Dokueki empties out a box of light tubes onto the mat and picks up one in each hand. She doesn’t hesitate, she just picks out the closest one to her and the winner is Vanita Bosser! Dokueki swings the tubes down and inward and they POP against her neck and shoulders in an explosion of glass and white powder! Vanita almost freezes from the pain, slowly turning towards the source as Dokueki throws down the light tubes and hits a Discus Lariat! She starts moving in for the cover but Damon Cross nails her with a Yakuza Kick out of nowhere! Dokueki hits the mat and rolls out onto the apron. Damon Cross turns to get back into the action just in time to find Kamila Rose running at him. She catches him with a knee in the gut, a forearm to the jaw. The Cub hits the ropes and charges back in. Damon pops her up, catches her and turns into a modified White Thunder Bomb OVER THE TOP ROPE! Kamila hits the ladder bridge with a sickening SMACK and it gives in a little, breaking just a little. She feels that impact though as she reels on top of the ladder.

Damon Cross turns back from the ropes, towards the inside of the ring and ICE COLD FROM JASMINE MATTHEWS!!!! The Queen of the Kingdom sends the Black Ronin back into the corner, out on his feet but she quickly pulls him out and sends him crumpling to the mat before throwing herself over him for the cover.

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ELIMINATION: DAMON CROSS BY JASMINE MATTHEWS

Jasmine is elated and full of herself as Damon leaves the ring. She’s following along from the inside the ring the whole way, reiterating about her family legacy and that she’s earned the right. She tells him to “Behold The Kingdom” as he heads up the ramp, fuming. Back inside the ring, Nattie K’s up on the top turnbuckle, looking for something big. Before she gets the chance to jump, however, Dokueki’s recovered from the apron and is climbing up behind her. She grabs onto the Russian, lifts her off her feet and just fucking throws caution to the wind. Dokueki and Nattie go falling back to the outside!!

Kamila Rose manages to just barely roll out of harm’s way as Dokueki and Nattie K come down with a DRAGON’S DIVE THROUGH THE LADDER BRIDGE OVER THE TWO TABLES!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dokueki and Nattie K aren’t moving. The two powerhouse women just lay there over a mess of smashed wood and broken metal. Kamila Rose is recovering off to the side, slowly getting up. This leaves Aiden Prince, Nathanael Morian, Jasmine Matthews and a bloody as shit Vanita Bosser in the ring. Vanita looks like she’s been Carrie’d but she’s still got the dukes up, ready to take on whichever of the three might come at her. Aiden Prince looks like he’s about to hone in on her like a lion on a wounded antelope but he suddenly darts towards Nathanael Morian and starts laying in with the forearms and punches. Morian covers up with his forearms. Vanita and Jasmine circle around, seemingly with no choice but to square up. However, just as Jasmine starts going at Vanita, Kamila Rose grabs Bosser by the feet and yanks her out of the ring and rams her face into the apron before coming in for a clothesline. Bosser hits the floor and Kamila moves up to the apron but Jasmine hits a baseball slide, knocking her feet out from under her and bouncing her face off of it. Jasmine slides out of the ring and goes for Kamila while Morian and Prince get the ring to themselves and begin to put on more of an old school, traditional wrestling match. Trading off holds, shoot throws and strikes.

Over by the wreckage of tables and the ladder, Nattie K and Doukueki are stirring. Dokueki’s nursing her neck and shoulder as she ignores Nattie and opts to go for the more vulnerable Vanita. She gets her up and lays her back against the apron and starts chopping her down. The wet of the blood just makes the chops sound all the more painful as Vanita finally buckles, almost falling. Dokueki smiles at the blood on her hand and, to the disgust of viewers, licks it. She takes a moment to taunt the crowd with how “oishī” it tastes. As she turns back to her target, Vanita’s had enough and nails her in the stomach with a kick. Dokueki buckles and Vanita comes off the apron, firing shots into her forehead.

Inside the ring, Nathanael Morian and Aiden Prince are going back and forth when they turn just in time to see Nattie K coming off the top turnbuckle into a crossbody that takes them both down. The ring starts filling up again as Kamila throws Jasmine into the ring and Vanita throws Dokueki in. Nathanael gets up and finds himself on the receiving end of stiff kicks by Nattie K. Aiden Prince is taking a breather back in the corner. He’s waiting and biding his time as Dokueki, Vanita, Jasmine and Kamila continue just punishing each other. Aiden Prince waits until he sees an opening. What happens next happens in quick succession: Jasmine Matthews goes for the Ice Cold on Kamila Rose. Rose catches her leg and drops it to the mat. She swings for a right hand. Jasmine parries with her forearm and rocks Kamila with a forearm. She runs off the ropes again but before she can get her leg up for another Ice Cold, Kamila runs in and catches her, using Jasmine’s forward momentum! Oh shit! ROSE CLIPPER! COVER!

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ELIMINATION: JASMINE MATTHEWS BY KAMILA ROSE

Kamila Rose sits up from her cover and starts getting up to her feet when Aiden Prince runs in and catches her from behind before she’s even all the way up! CROWN BREAKER! COVER!

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ELIMINATION: KAMILA ROSE BY AIDEN PRINCE

Dokueki and Nathanael Morian have ended up on the outside of the ring, brawling it out with Nathanael having a bit of the edge. After all, he’s a little bigger and he’s not the one who just went through a ladder and two tables. BUT, this is also the Dragon we’re talking about so she’s not just taking it without giving it back to the Spirit of Vengeance. Meanwhile, Aiden Prince is putting the hurt on Vanita Bosser. She stands her ground against him in her condition as best as she can but he finally takes her down with a Slingblade, jerking her violently to the mat. The crowd boos him for his savagery as he spreads his arms, gloating to the front row but suddenly, from behind, Nattie K goes to the basics and just low blows The Legacy from behind and rolls him up into a tight schoolboy!

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ELIMINATION: AIDEN PRINCE BY NATTIE K

Nattie K’s feeling pretty steam headed as she gets to her feet, shaking her fists up beside her head. Nathanael Morian and Dokueki find their way back into the ring by way of Morian rolling the Dragon in. He picks her up and shoves her into the corner where he starts throwing haymakers at her but Dokueki fires back with some bombs of her own. Nattie K turns from watching Aiden Prince take his leave, looking for Vanita Bosser but the Vain One is ready for her with a steel chair right across the head and the Russian goes down. Vanita turns her attention to the other two and takes Nathanael across the back with the chair. This gave Dokueki an opening to step out of her corner and attack but as she threw a punch, Vanita brought up the chair, causing her to smash her knuckles right against that. Dokueki grabbed her hand and Vanita flung the chair violently into her face. Dokueki falls back into the corner and Nattie K runs up on Vanita from behind and hits her with a forearm. Vanita staggers and Nattie whips her into the ropes. Vanita catches herself on the ropes just long enough to save herself as Nattie’s already bent forward, looking for a back body drop. Vanita runs in and hits a cannonball kick to the top of her head. As she sits up, however, Dokueki comes out of the corner and nails SHINING BLACK!!

As she gets to her feet, she sees Morian rising to his feet and coming her way. Dokueki runs full speed ahead at him but he snaps his arm out and catches her right by the throat with LOOK INTO MY EYES! Dokueki grabs at his wrist, trying to get his hand off her throat but he’s not letting go. In a final moment of desperation, DRAGON FIRE!!!!! Green sprays from Dokueki’s mouth right into Morian’s face and his hand comes away. Dokueki capitalizes right away, pulling Nathanael around from behind and lifts him across her shoulders! DRAGON’S LAST DANCE on the STEEL CHAIR!!! The Poison Dragon covers the Spirit of Vengeance!

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ELIMINATION: NATHANAEL MORIAN BY DOKUEKI

Dokueki comes up, snarling with green dripping down her chin. This just makes her look all the more fierce as she grins into the camera. She’s got this one in the bag she feels. It’s down to the final three and -- CHERNOBYL DISASTER!!!!!! Nattie K comes flying off the top turnbuckle, nailing Dokueki right in the face with that flying knee. Dokueki hits the mat hard and Nattie K rolls through her landing. She pops up! Rushes over for the cover -- SPEAR FROM VANITA BOSSER!!!! Both women hit the mat and Vanita back crawls to the ropes, pulling herself up. Nattie K starts getting up but Vanita doesn’t even wait for her to get all the way to her feet and VAIN SHOT!! The kick is heard all the way in the back as Nattie’s eyes finally roll back and she falls again. Vanita slumps over her for a cover

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ELIMINATION: NATTIE K BY VANITA BOSSER

The crowd is going nuts now as two competitors remain. Dokueki lays on her back, mouth smeared in green, blinking up at the ceiling lights. Vanita Bosser lays face down, face and shoulders smeared in red, glistening in sweat. Both women seem barely able to move but the fresher Dokueki pulls herself up first. Vanita pulls herself up onto the ropes and the two turn to face each other now. They both look an absolute goddamn mess with what they’ve been through. Vanita’s stumbling around, probably dizzy from blood loss. Dokueki’s still walking gingerly from crashing through a ladder and two tables. The fans themselves are split between a favorite to win.

CROWD

POI-SON DRA-GON!

SHA-DOW QUEEN!

POI-SON DRA-GON!

SHA-DOW QUEEN!

The two inch closer and closer, finally coming in for a lockup! Dokueki gets in an arm wringer but Vanita counters into a side headlock. Dokueki pushes her into the ropes and runs with her. Just a couple of steps apart, both women hit the ropes and Dokueki drags Vanita down with a Running Bulldog. Bosser’s head bounces off the mat! Dokueki pulls herself up and waits for Vanita to be in prime position. As Bosser makes it up to her knees, Dokueki hits the ropes and comes in with SHINING BLACK! She hits it but Vanita gets her arms up to cushion the blow. Dokueki still goes for the cover! Is it enough?!

ONE!

TWO!

NO! Vanita kicks out! Dokueki picks her back up and starts laying in the Open Hand Palm Strikes but Vanita returns in kind with forearms and kicks. Dokueki moves in for a Muay Thai Kick but Vanita catches it with an arm and drives her elbow down into the knee. Dokueki stumbles and goes for her Discus Lariat again but Vanita jukes under her arm. She drops down and pulls Dokueki into a schoolboy rollup, however instead of going for the pin, she lets Dokueki roll back up to her knees while Vanita hurries to her feet and SUPERKIIIIIIIIICK!!!!!!!!! Dokueki eats the Vain One’s boot and falls back as Vanita collapses in exhaustion. She crawls over for the cover, draping an arm over the Dragon.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-NOOOOOO!

Dokueki shoots a shoulder up! Vanita rolls away, looking frustrated and dejected. Both women make their way up to their knees again, staring at each other with glazed eyes. Vanita weakly motions for Dokueki to just fucking hit her. Dokueki shakes her head and goads Vanita on first and the Vain One just slaps her in the face. Dokueki grimaces and slaps her back, harder. Vanita answers back with another slap. Dokueki gives her a palm strike. Vanita lunges in with an elbow. Dokueki gives an elbow. The women start dishing elbows and forearms back and forth in rapid succession. Finally, Dokueki just lunges in and HEADBUTTS Vanita!!! The Vain One rocks backwards but Dokueki catches her and pulls her up. Lifts her across her shoulders! DRAGON’S LAST DA--NO!!!! Vanita lands on her feet, barely catching her balance! VAIN SHOT!!!!!! Spit and mist excess go flying as she collapses to a knee. Vanita sneers through a sweaty, crimson mask and delivers a second Vain Shot!! Dokueki falls back and Vanita collapses on top of her, hooking the far leg with the last ounce of energy she has left.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the Wrestle War Rumble! VANITA BOSSER!!

Matt Salvatore: Wow!!! Talk about a comeback for Vanita Bosser, huh Andy?!

Andrew Payne: I gotta agree, Matt! She’s been on a roll ever since she returned from the injured list!

Matt Salvatore: And now she’ll have the opportunity to challenge the Silver Mountain Champion, whomever that may be, after tomorrow night!

Andrew Payne: She damn well earned it!

Matt Salvatore: And that’s just the beginning of the action we’ve got scheduled, folks! I’ll be joined, shortly, by Nick Hanson for our next match up!

Andrew Payne: And I’ll see you all later, alongside Miranda Augustino! This is Wrestle War XVII!!!!

Winner: Vanita Bosser
Iron Man: Nathanael Morian
Most Eliminations:
Nathanael Morian & Aiden Prince
TIED AT 4 EACH

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[Previously Recorded]

Fade in:

Far from the bustling city, we open on a field of green. A lush lawn of grass as far as the eye can see. In the background, way beyond, sits an old reconstructed landmark known as Fort Stanwix. From here, the camera slowly turns until United States Champion, Adrianna Salvatore is brought into frame. She’s just standing there, staring off in the direction of the Fort itself; a long, black overcoat that’s seen its years covers the rest of her street clothes but the United States Title rests on her shoulder, gleaming in the sunlight. A steady breeze blows, gently whipping about some strands of her dirty blonde hair.

Adrianna Salvatore: How many wars has this nation seen? How many warriors have fallen? How many gallons of blood have soaked this Earth and all in the name of what?

She blinks softly, turns her head half towards the camera - enough to look at it - and gives a scoffing chuckle.

Adrianna Salvatore: Land? Riches? Expansion? Greed. Call it how you will but they all wind up meaning the same thing. Greed.

Another soft blink and she turns her gaze back towards the Fort and sighs. Adrianna adjusts the title on her shoulder.

Adrianna Salvatore: People cry out the word “freedom” a lot lately and it reminds me of places like this. A place where oppressed farmers and workers banded together against their tyrannical, European leaders, and fought...and died...for their freedom to live without chains and overbearing laws. You’ve got written accounts in history of colonial rebels standing up against the established order, willing to die so that others after them wouldn’t have to and yet...they still did….

She lowers her head, closes her eyes and chuckles, shaking her head.

Adrianna Salvatore: Two hundred years…. Two hundred and forty four years and over a dozen wars later and this country is still fighting against people who wanna force their ways. Now, here we are again, ready to go to war. Many different sides are stepping into this battle yet only one comes in flying the colors. Only one side seeks to protect the colors and what they were meant to originally represent. Independent, uncorrupted, absolute...freedom. Freedom that the enemy...excuse me...enemies seek to take. Greedy tyrants that wish to steal, corrupt and oppress what was never theirs to begin with.

Adrianna lifts her head towards the sky and exhales slowly, letting out a breath as she clutches her title and lowers her eyes back to look upon the old military fort.

Adrianna Salvatore: Rest assured, though. The flag bearer is a resilient one and often the bravest, greatest soldier to ever march onto the battlefield and say, you want what I worked for? You wanna take what’s mine? Come and try…

She turns directly to the camera and pulls the title off her shoulder, lifting it up beside her. We see, also, as she turns, that she’s not just wearing street clothes. She’s dressed for the occasion in full-on old school Colonial men’s garb. An old white shirt with a leather bandolier across her chest, boots and black trousers.

Adrianna Salvatore: Pry it. From my cold...dead...fucking hands! It’ll be the only way that anyone will conquer what so many others have tried and failed at. This belt, much like the flag that first flew over Fort Stanwix, represents just what I fight for in this business. Freedom. The freedom for myself and other talent to just...be us. Damn what anybody else thinks of it. Damn the Northern invaders. Damn the extraterrestrials from beyond. Damn the would be executioner who swings with a dull axe. Damn the bottom feeders seeking to capitalize on the blood, sweat and tears of others, and most of all, damn the self proclaimed Queens who refuse to acknowledge what it means to put it all on the line! Tonight, motherfuckers, we go to war and when the blood has been spilled across the field, when bodies lie mangled and broken, the flag bearer that marched into the battle will raise her arm and when spectators sing the tale, the one line that listeners will all remember will be….

Adrianna raises the belt over her head, sneering at the camera in defiance before her lips curl into a smile.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...that the flag...was still there….

Fade out.

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“Mighty J” Jed Coffey is seen backstage in the Tag Team Champion locker room as he is getting ready for his Tijuana Street Fight. With his hair pulled up in a man-bun, signature Aviator sunglasses, no shirt and a pair of jeans, Jed looks ready for his fight. In efforts to get some of his glamor muscles to pop before going on camera Mighty J is shown doing curls and presses with a light weight resistance band. When he realizes the cameras are already on him, Jed lets go of the bands, causing it to snap him in the ankle as he lets out a barely audible ‘ouch.’

Jed Coffey: What’s up, Ya Schmucks. It’s not every day that you are graced with the physical specimen and auditory delight of Ya Boi, Mighty J. Don’t mind me. I was just trying to get a juicy pump on before I systematically dismantle the Kingdom’s lap dog, Tren Descarillo. Seen how you clearly can’t get enough of JCoff, I’ll continue to pleasure all my Beeshes and Booshes out there.

Jed Coffey pauses to lower his Aviators slightly and winks at the camera.

Jed Coffey: Now we all know just why you are tuning in to Night 1 of Wrestle War XVII and that is of course to see Mighty J destroy Tren Descarillo in a Tijuana Street Fight. Now, is it just me and you’re all just a bunch of Schmucks. A Tijuana Street Fight? Please enlighten me how it would make sense to have a Tijuana Street Fight in Chicago. Wouldn’t that make it a Chicago Street Fight? Tren, you must be a few shekels shy of a pound. Then again, I’m sure you weren’t hired on to be the Kingdom’s lap dog for your brains. It’s actually quite a shame you could be so ignorant to have joined the Kingdom. You and I could have been Bros, Bro. Just imagine. We could have been smashing weights together at the gym pulling in all the Beeshes. Instead, you needed to go Schmuck it up and stick your nose in business it didn’t belong in. The Second City Riot Squad are the resident bad boy and gals of NFW and you chose to take in the almighty dollar. Well, you lap dog Schmuck. You asked for a “Tijuana” Street Fight in Chicago. Time to pay the piper because when all is said and done, it’s going to be Schmucks Up, Schmucks Down. Mighty J out.

Jed Coffey throws up a peace sign as the scene goes back to the ring.

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We go to footage that takes place earlier in the day, taking place in what looks to be the Boiler Room of the arena. The camera comes around and sees Griffin Hawkins sitting against one of the heaters, clad in black leather pants and a Motorhead England T-Shirt. He has his head down and begins to speak

Griffin Hawkins: When you're five years old, it's not uncommon to walk down the stairs into the basement and have the hairs stand up on the back of your neck. It's called fear...and every child who ever watched a horror movie has felt it. Fear of the dark, fear of the shadows around you, fear of the unknown. Parts of the basement seem to move..making you think something is there. The longer you stay down there, the more you eventually develop a sense of urgency as if something around the corner is waiting to get you...

He slowly stands up.

Griffin Hawkins: Sometimes despite what your parents told you as you awoke in a cold sweat, nightmares do come true. As I got older...I stopped fearing the basement. I started getting braver and facing whatever darkness comes my way. But standing before me is worse than any hell a five year old could ever imagine....Hell In A Cell. So many dangerous athletes vying for bragging rights, wanting to become the United States Champion. Is it worth it?...You bet your ass it is. I've only been in ONE Hell in a Cell Match in my career..and it was that match where I won the World Heavyweight Title..but it was against just one guy....and time wasn't against me. Now.....I have to fight for my life in this barbaric fight.

He walks across the hallway as the camera man backs up.

Griffin Hawkins: The first on the menu...Sela Rica-Lark, the self proclaimed Underground Queen. Well, there will be Armageddon in her kingdom very soon. She thinks just because she has a thirst for brutality and violence...that gives her the edge in this match...

A small chuckle escapes him.

Griffin Hawkins: Poor deluded girl...she just doesn't get it. You can come in with the violence on the level of Charles Manson, Jack The Ripper, The Zodiac Killer and the Son of Sam and it still won't make a difference. Just because you have darkness in you...you think that people are gonna quake in their boots and step aside while you regain your title? Not happening. I've been in the ring with you many times Sela, I know what you're all about. Under all that crazy...all that darkness beats a human being. So you can lull yourself into a sense of security that it's a given that you're going to regain your title, but can you last when the clock runs down to zero? Will you be able to stand up on your own two feet?

He looks straight at the camera man.

Griffin Hawkins: Sela..you seem to have it in you that I can't release the darkness inside of me, like I'm some kind of hypocrite who'd rather believe in optisim. You obviously haven't been watching me. Earlier this summer, Kusanagi threatened my family..and I fought her in a Home Run Derby Deathmatch, one of the most violent and brutal matches in NFW history. She threatened my family..and I avenged them. See, I can be funny at times..but I can also be deadly. You don't think I can be sadistic and brutal? Go back and watch that match. In fact, get out of your bubble watch all the matches of my career when I've fought in Street Fights..anyone who knows me will tell you that I am the real deal. Don't worry about my darkness Sela...worry about escaping with your life. Because in that Cell, I plan on spilling a lot of blood...and if you're not lucky, you're gonna be on the wrong end of Gordie...

He reaches over and grabs "Gordie", a Barb Wire Baseball Bat.

Griffin Hawkins: Carter Slade...a man at the end of his rope. Things have not been going well for him as of late. A string of losses has caused him to snap. And now he has turned up the violence to a whole new level. He didn't seem to care much about winning on Trauma..he just wanted to send a message. Apparently that young man was a sacrificial lamb. Congrats Carter...message recieved, you want to be taken seriously. Some would say this match is tailor made for someone like you...

He adjusts Gordie to his shoulder

Griffin Hawkins: You want this Carter? Good. Because I want you at this level. I want to see if I can take the King of Violence can live up to his name. Because ever since you got here, all I could hear about is how brutal you are, how violent you are, how bloodthirsty you are...that's the kind of athlete I want to see in this hellish prison. Because it's obvious that you're coming here to maim and torture anyone who gets in your way...but if you run into me, I'm gonna send you back home to Winnipeg in a Box.

He sets down the bat.

Griffin Hawkins: Carter...I can see that you're on a downward spiral. Everything around you is crumbling, loss after loss has piled up on you, and you see no light at the end of the tunnel. Inside of you is potential to be a big star...but also inside of you are demons that have you chained down. Demons that you need to exorcise in this Six Pack Challenge. Because if the clock runs down and you're not the victor...where will you go from here? Is this the end of your story? As a fellow Canadian, I respect you...but I gotta do what needs to be done. And in this match, I have to see to ti that you have another blemish on your record.

Resting against the wall, he continues.

Griffin Hawkins: Next on the menu...the Guillotine himself..Graham Baker. Many would be afraid to step in the ring with him....but I have quite a few times so far. In this company...and another company where we compete in. We didn't get enough ring time, but I am man enough to admit that this man is the real deal. He's a violent man who knows no bounds...a man who doesn't believe in mercy. Someone who may enjoy bloodshed almost as more as winning the title.

A smile then forms on his face.

Griffin Hawkins: ...and I love it. This is the kind of athlete that I want to step into the ring with. The kind that tests my limits. Hell, in a match like this...he's definitely the odds on favorite. His gluttony for violence....may also lead to his downfall. For he'll be in the ring with not just me..but a few other hungry competitors. Now while I've never had enough time to get to know Mr.Baker...I'm not afraid of him. I've been beating people bigger, badder and better than him in the 15 years of my career. So if he wants to test me, he can step on up.

With Gordie in hand, he ponders the next opponent.

Griffin Hawkins: This one...bittersweet. Annaquin Adams. It seems over the last few weeks me and her have formed a bit of a friendship. We've tagged together, we've hung out in her Spaceship together. The only thing we haven't done...is fight against one another. For the last few weeks we've watched each other's backs...and now, we gotta fight each other...

He sighs as he holds his bat.

Griffin Hawkins: Anaquin, you know that I got the upmost respect for you. In the last few weeks we've proven that as a team..we are unbeatable. Hell, we could go for the tag team titles if we wanted to. But we both got only one title on our mind and that is the United States Title. I know you've traveled from beyond the stars, beyond the cosmos, through time and space just so you can become a Champion..and you will one day, but I have to make sure that that day...is not today. No matter what happens between us, I hope I still got your respect. Like you said before..there is no friends in this, just enemies. And if it's down to just you and me when the smoke is clear...we will see who is the rightful United States Champion.

He then clenches Gordie in his hand, gripping it hard.

Griffin Hawkins: And that leaves....the Champion herself...Adrianna Salvatore. The woman who has had an iron grip on that very title for months now. How ironic is it that we return to the same battlefield where you won that very title Adrianna? We all watched as you and Sela put yourselves through hell just for that very gold that you carry so proudly. But things seem different now doesn't it? Because it's not just Sela you gotta worry about...it's Graham Baker, it's Anaquin Adams, it's Carter Slade.....and it's me. This time around you may have a harder time holding onto that title. I already fought you one on one...and on that night you were the victor...

He suddenly takes Gordie and swings, hitting it against one of the pipes that sends a clanging echo through the boiler room.

Griffin Hawkins: ...and I swear I will avenge that loss. See, when we fought...I gave you everything you can handle, and I was very close to getting the win on that night, and you won. I make no excuses, you didn't cheat, the referee wasn't in your back pocket...you were just the better athlete on that night. I never forgot that defeat...I knew I'd have another chance to battle with you again. Sometimes you learn more from losing...than you do at winning. Will Anarchy rule going into 2021? Who knows..but if you want that to happen Adrianna...then you have to be as cold..as brutal..as vicious than you ever have been. In a game like this...surviving is almost as important as winning. When the clock runs down..will you still be champion?...or will you turn into a Pumpkin? Time is against you Adrianna...let's see if you can go the distance.

He begins slowly going towards the entrance.

Griffin Hawkins: All of us are prepared to go through the most dangerous match...a brutal and barbaric battle that will determine who will be the United States Champion when it's all said and done. No friends..no allies...just one title when the time is up. See you in Hell.

With that, he walks past the camera man and leaves the Boiler Room as the crew wrap everything up.

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NFW Presents: WRESTLE WAR XVII: Day 1! 12/15/2020! Dec 15, 2020 14:35:18 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Dec 15, 2020 14:35:18 GMT -8

The lights go out in the arena before a single spotlight shines down onto the stage to reveal Griffin Hawkins, guitar in hand. The rest of the stage lights come up to reveal Hawkin’s band “Devilition”.

Griffin Hawkins: Hello NEW YORK CITY!!!

The crowd goes crazy, even at their reduced capacity. A few of them are wearing “Devilition” signs, or wearing the band's merchandise.

Griffin Hawkins: Now I’ve got a match of my own a little later on tonight, but a certain member of this roster paid good money to have my band perform for him so…

Griff throws up the devil horns before beginning the opening riff of “Parasite” by Andromeda. The ‘Tron lights up to reveal the familiar graphic of “Behold the Kingdom” before a wolf with blazing red eyes rips through, flames flickering from it’s maw. Tren Descarrilado, wearing a glowing red eyed metal wolf mask with a spiked black leather vest. He nods to Griffin as he walks by, bumping the rockers fist before standing at the top of the ramp and looking up at the sky as the mask breathes a ten foot plume of fire into the air. Devilition continues to rock as Tren makes his way to the ring, followed by Alexa Marcus. He hands her the mask before climbing up onto the apron and into the middle of the ring. He crosses himself before looking up into the sky and throwing up the double bird as the crowd boos. Tren backs into his corner, leaning up against the turnbuckle as he waits for his opponent.

“Killing in the Name” by Rage Against the Machine starts playing over the sound system as the lights begin to slowly go in and out. As the hook begins, the lights come on fully and Jed Coffey is standing at the top of the entrance with his arms folded.

Killing in the name of

The fans immediately begin to boo the man as they know the rest of the Second City Riot Squad contingent is not far behind.

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz arrive from out behind Coffey on either side. Diaz is sporting her typical red and black half lucha mask as Leah has a black bandana covering her face from the nose down and a backward baseball cap pulling her hair back. After posing at the top of the entrance, Jed first bumps both women before they head back behind the curtain.

Ugh!

Killing in the name of

Jed Coffey climbs onto the apron, looking out over the crowd before stepping into the ring. He flexes in the center of the ring, smirking at Tren before heading to his own corner.

Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and is a “Tijuana Street Fight”! That means there are no countouts, no rope breaks, no submissions, and no disqualifications. There are only two ways to win this match. Either knockout, or by pinning your opponent in the middle of this ring!

The crowd cheers, and Arden waits for the crowd to calm down before continuing.

Roger Arden: In the red corner… weighing in at 244 pounds, standing six feet three inches tall, he is the Enforcer for the KINGDOM, the Train Wreck, the Man who Feels No Pain… TREENNNNNN DESCARRILADOOOOO!

Tren removes his mask, tossing it to the side as the crowd boos.

Roger Arden: And in the blue corner, representing Second City Riot Squad… weighing in at 265 pounds and standing six feet four inches tall… he is JEEEEEEEED COFFEEEEEEEEEY!

Jed shakes out his wrists, turning his head to the left and right, popping his neck.

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings, and as Coffey is making his way to the center of the ring, Descarrilado roars, charging forward. Coffey may be a bit bigger than he is but Tren shoulder charges him regardless, knocking him backward into the corner. The Hispanic man gets up onto the second rope and begins to throw punches into Coffey’s face. Jed pushes Tren off, Descarrilado landing on his feet and stumbling backwards. Coffey lunges forward, throwing a lariat that drops Tren onto his back. Jed drops onto Tren, mounting him before raining down his own series of strikes. A brutal forearm busts Descarrilado open, but that doesn’t slow him down. He throws Coffey off of him, immediately climbing to his feet. The crowd is already on their feet as both men lock up.

Nick Hanson: These guys are going to kill one another!

Matteo Salvatore: And we’ll cover it all right here!

Descarrilado throws a right, but Coffey ducks it, catching Tren and lifting him into a uranage. Descarrilado responds with a brutal elbow to the side of Coffey’s ear. Jed grunts, and Tren gets loose, hitting Coffey with a backdrop. No cover as both men are back on their feet before Coffey blasts Tren with a lariat, taking them both to the floor. Both men get to their feet, and Jed charges Tren, attempting to spear him into the barricade, but the Train Wreck slips to the side before propelling his opponent into the wall head first.

Nick Hanson: Big miss there by Coffey.

Matteo Salvatore: Looks like Tren has evil intentions!

Tren drags a chair out from under the ring, grabbing it by the legs in it's closed position before swinging it down across Coffey's back with a loud crack. Jed roars in pain before Descarrilado swings again, hitting him twice more before throwing the weapon aside. He grabs a fistful of Coffey's hair, dragging the man to his feet before throwing him back into the ring.

Nick Hanson: What's he after now?

Matteo Salvatore: Holy shit! That table is wrapped in barbed wire!

Tren slides the barbaric weapon into the ring before rolling back in himself. He rises to his feet, only to get blasted back down by a vicious big boot by Coffey. Descarrilado crumples against the ropes, and Coffey uses this to his advantage, placing one knee between the Mexican's shoulder blades before pulling the rope up to choke him. Descarrilado thrashes against the hold, struggling to break free. Coffey doesn't let up until Tren's struggling starts to weaken. When it does, Jed drags Descarrilado upright only to bring him back down with a huge DDT. He goes in for a cover.

Matteo Salvatore: Jed may have him here!

Nick Hanson: Descarrilado barely powers out at two!

Tren is coughing and gasping for breath, and Coffey looks pissed that he kicked out. He gets Descarrilado up to his feet, kicking him in the stomach to set him up and bring him back down with a sickening powerbomb on top of the barbed wire table! He doesn't stop there, dragging Tren up to his feet and throwing him into the corner. Descarrilado slumps against the turnbuckle, breathing hard as Coffey sets up the table.

Matteo Salvatore: Now it's Coffey with evil intentions here…

Nick Hanson: What do you think he's gonna do with that?!

Jed goes over into the corner, blasting Tren with a couple of overhand strikes before sitting him down on the top turnbuckle. Coffey climbs up to the second rope before hooking Tren, looking for a superplex, but Descarrilado blocks, dropping an elbow strike between Jed's shoulder blades before stunning him with a headbutt to the face. Jed's nose practically explodes, blood gushing down his face as Tren gets on shaky legs, pulling Coffey up with him.

Nick Hanson: Descarrilado not known for his involvement in the high rent district!

Matteo Salvatore: He's not… surely he isn't… oh my GOD!

Tren hauls Coffey up onto his shoulders before leaping off and delivering a modified Bullet Train to Hell off the top rope and through the barbed wire table!

One!

Two!!

Three!!!

~DING DING DING~

The referee calls for the bell, and the medical staff immediately swarms the ring as the official raises Tren's hand in the air. There's a collective gasp from the audience.

Matteo Salvatore: Holy shit is that bone?!

Nick Hanson: Oh I think I'm gonna be sick!

Tren's left arm is twisted at an unnatural angle, and the camera gets a shot of what is indeed broken bone showing through Hispanic man's forearm.

Nick Hanson: These men went to war tonight, and neither one escaped unscathed.

Matteo Salvatore: Descarrilado picks up the win, but at the cost of breaking his own arm to do so.

Nick Hanson: We all expected a brawl, and this one didn't disappoint.

Matteo Salvatore: And we’ve barely even started the show!

Paramedics are still looking over Coffey who hasn't moved as Tren is led to the back by another member of the medical staff as "Parasite" thumps through the PA before the screen cuts to black.

Winner: Tren Descarrilado

Result: Pinfall

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The scene comes up backstage on Amy Connors standing by.

Amy: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, the Brothers Drake.

Torian and Dylan walk in front of the camera. Torian is all hops while Dylan simply stands resolute behind his brother.

Amy: Torian, Dylan, tonight-

Torian: Sorry Amy, don't want to be super rude about this, but we all know what's going down tonight. It's Round 3 between The Brothers Drake and The Queen's Guard. And for the third time it's gonna be for the number one contenders for the tag titles. Now, my brother and I, we've been extremely patient. To even the point where we should be sainted by now is how patient we've been. But time and again we get these shots and time and again we come up short. That may be our own inexperience working against us, but the fact that the Queen's Guard seems to be the only legitimate competition we get is frustrating.

Torian smacks Dylan's chest as Dylan bounces his pecs and flexes a little.

Torian: It's like, we get that NFW doesn't have a lot of regular teams, but someone's gotta be able to at least try and make a good challenge for us. But no it always comes back to Moe and Lluvia. That's not to take away from those two. The fact we're 1 and 1 shows just how much they are a challenge for us. And that's fine, we'll cross that challenge as many times as we have to, but we need more than that. That's why this is important to us. Teams form to go after the tag champs all the time, even if it's just management throwing them together. So Dyl and I, we've got a big desire to see those belts around our waist.

Dylan leans forward with Torian taking a step back.

Dylan: With all respect to Moe and Lluvia, they had chance after chance to be in the running and every time they fall just a little bit short. It's time for someone new to step into that spot, a new team that's ready to take on every obstacle, every competitor that comes their way. We deserve this opportunity as much, if not more, than the Queen's Guard. And we will do what it takes to achieve our goals.

The brothers put their fists together in front of Amy.

Torian: Fight as one mind.

Dylan: Win as one heart.

The camera zooms in on the joined fists before the scene fades out.

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The scene comes up in the backstage lot where Sela-Rica Lark has arrived in a pickup truck with something covered in a tarp on the bed. She gets out and recovers her equipment and gear from the back of the cab.

Sela: And so, the day is finally here. The moment to finally be decided. Who can run against the coming storm? Oh, of course all of them have their strengths and their accomplishments, but none of them have truly tried to face a real force of nature. None of them can know what to expect.

Sela has her gear bag and suitcase on the ground as she closes up the cab and looks at the bed of the trunk.

Sela: That's just a piece of the surprise that's to come. Call it an homage to my cousin, one of the greatest hardcore wrestlers. His passing last year brought me down hard, but I've chosen to celebrate his legacy tonight. And what better way than inside Hell in a Cell with five of the current best.

Sela giggles a bit as she starts toward the arena.

Sela: I know that this is usually where I'm talking about unleashing the monsters on my opponents, but I don't want to do that tonight. No, see, Hell in a Cell already has a way of bringing out the monsters to the surface. It already makes others act against their otherwise upbeat natures. And of course, everyone brings their own uniqueness to the cell which just throws in more reasons to be unleashed. And then the cherry on top: twenty minutes uninterrupted Playtime, with the final fall resulting in the winner. Oh yes, that's a recipe for a storm that even I can only be in awe and wonder at. More than that though, tonight I reclaim my throne.

Sela stops at the entrance to the arena as she looks over at the camera.

Sela: I will reclaim the US title from Adrianna Salvatore personally. Ironic that I lost the title to her in a Hell in a Cell and I will take it from her in the same match. I'm sure even someone as so hellbent on destruction as she is can see the purity of a full circle this is. Adrianna has had an impressive reign, of that there is no doubt in anyone's mind, least of all my own. But that is about to come to a crashing and crushing end at the hands of the Underground Queen.

But she is not my only playmate. No no. If you go into the list of this six pack challenge, it's quite the play date. Hehehe, not the least of which is one of my favorite playmates through all of this time, Carter Slade. Do you remember me on top of you Carter? I'm sure your body does. You should have admitted to it back then. Maybe then we could have had an… understanding going into this match. And you would have loved every second of it. But you chose to continue to fight when I already told you, it's useless to just fight. If you can't have some fun in your work, what's the point of living then?

Not something I can say for Graham Baker. Honestly the only one in this match I have nothing on. I have only seen him, seen how he enjoys his own playtime. He and I have never encountered each other, not once. But I have seen the work he does and it is glorious. It makes me envious in many ways that he has these methods that he can do that I am not as capable of. It's quite alright though, I have my own special set of skills. And I will be using every one of them to show that Baker isn't the ultimate badass, it's me.

Unlike some who dress the part but can't help but put on a childish act. Anaquin Adams has everything she needs, but she continues in this ridiculous charade of nonsense with other members of the roster. She could easily be the biggest threat, far greater than anyone else I've discussed, and I might actually feel that this might be a playtime where I have to be serious. But since she will persist in this audaciousness she has, a marked difference from the rest, she is only going to get herself hurt. And I truly have no sympathy for the capable but impotent when it comes to using what people who have such skills are naturally blessed with.

And having discussed the rest, let's come to the grand daddy of this part of the night. Yes, one Griffin Hawkins, the clear fan favorite in this match. It's adorable of course it makes for excellent views on YouTube. I know, I know, says the woman who doesn't mind posting some racy and scandalous photos of herself and her girlfriend. The difference being, everyone looks at those photos and doesn't see a competitor, they see a thot and nothing more. They forget who they are dealing with and for one instant, just one split second, they forget that they are dealing with the Underground Queen. Griffin's antics, despite being childish don't distract opponents from who he is. And so is why I ask, will you walk into my parlour?

Sela chuckles a bit as she lays herself against the wall.

Sela: But the best part will be the consequences after the show. One way or the other I tear something away from all of them, if I have to do to all of them exactly what I did to poor Jesse Clarkson. Hope your therapy goes well by the way. I've seen where my money is going. You chose a good therapist indeed. I hope he hasn't fallen off his own chair when you've mentioned my name to him. Hahahaha! But at the point at hand, either I get this title or the Force of Nature starts to batter at the very domicilies of NFW until I get what I want. You've all seen what I will do. It's time that I stopped playing by any rules but my own. And it starts tonight in Hell in a Cell. Long live the Underground Queen!

Sela laughs loudly before she passes through the doors and into the arena as the scene fades out.

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Coming from the crowded catering area of the arena, Lluvia Cane and Jamie Austin were walking back to the locker room of The Kingdom, both of them carrying some drinks and little snacks for whoever wanted some. The pair gave light smiles and nods to those they passed by. As they got closer to the locker room, Lluvia glanced at Jamie with a grin.

Lluvia Cane: You know...Moe and I have been looking for a potential 3rd member of The Queen’s Guard. We started thinking of potentials after the Trios Championships were first announced. You chose a good time to make an in-ring debut.

Jamie Austin: The funny thing is, I almost just decided to stay as Jonna’s manager. It took a heart to heart with Uncle Steve to make me open my eyes and realize that I wanted more out of my career. It just felt like something was missing when I walked into the arena.

Lluvia Cane: Well...we were actually looking for a more permanent 3rd member. You hitting me up about NFW was just extremely lucky timing.

The women had finally reached The Kingdom’s locker room, a confused look on the blonde woman’s face. The Cherokee woman opened the locker room door, nodding towards her fellow shortie to go ahead into the locker room. Once in the room, they noticed that Moe was the only other person there. Lluvia walked over to the other woman to give her a kiss before she put the snacks and drinks down. After doing so, Lluvia went back over to Moe to help her with her top as she had done previous times in the past.

Lluvia Cane: Moe and I were talking about it, and…

Moe Renhuan: ...we both think joining the Queen’s Guard, and being under the watchful eye of the Kingdom while you get your career off the ground, is in your best interest.

Moe turns and gives Lluv a quick peck on the cheek once her top has been adjusted and fits snug. She sits down, reaching into her bag to retrieve her bottoms and her boots.

Moe Renhuan: I may not know you as well as Lluv, but if she vouches for you, well… I trust Lluvia Cane with my life. Which means I trust her when it comes to you.

Jamie Austin: Wait...are you two serious? I’m stunned, I mean...I just figured that the whole trio thing was just for the tournament, unless we won, but I didn’t think I would get an invitation to join y’all on a more permanent basis. Y’all don’t know how much this means to me, especially when tonight is supposed to be focused on the two of you when it comes to the 3 of us.

Lluvia Cane: Yeah well...we’re making it about the 3 of us. Moe and I have beaten The Brothers Drake before, and we can do it again. Speaking of which, Torian, Dylan...you’re beyond fierce competitors, there’s no doubt about it. You’re both determined wrestlers who deserve what you have, what you don’t have, and whatever you have coming your way in the future...both in your lives and careers.

Lluvia grinned as Jamie came to stand beside the two women, putting the Cherokee Rose in the middle of the 3 of them. She put her arms around the two women, her arm on Jamie’s shoulders while her other arm wrapped around Moe’s waist, and pulled them close.

Lluvia Cane: You see Dylan, Torian...the Queen’s Guard is still as strong as the first time we beat you though I have to say we’re even stronger now. While I hate to be cocky, and I will happily eat my words if we lose, I have to say that the tag team titles will look good around our waists when we beat you and take them from whoever ends up with them.

Jamie Austin: And you know something? That’s why everyone should and will….

Moe Renhaun: Behold the Kingdom!

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NFW Presents: WRESTLE WAR XVII: Day 1! 12/15/2020! Dec 15, 2020 14:57:31 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Dec 15, 2020 14:57:31 GMT -8

Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! The winners of this match will earn a future shot for the NFW World Tag Team Championships! Introducing first….

The lights in the arena dim to black. The audience pulls out their flashlights in the darkness. There's a few seconds before a voice cuts through.

Taki Sassaris: We are Eve to Adam!

The opening of "Immortal" begins as the lights come on for the band stage only.

"I am immortal

I'll never fade away
I'm a legacy that lives beyond,
Far beyond the grave
I am immortal
I'll never rest in peace
And you're never gonna be
Never gonna be never be ME!"

As the opening plays, the camera is focused mostly on Taki, but as the music hits the shot switches between the various band members as well slamming on their instruments. The audience cheers as the song plays.

"Don't pretend that you don't know me now

They're six feet down, I'm still around
Carved into your memory
You're never gonna forget me
You had your day,
But time washed you away
You're dead
You're gone
But I'm still going strong"

The audience is loving it and just as the second chorus is about to start the lights come back on and the pop from the crowd is absolutely intense as the Drake Brothers stand there in their poses.

Roger Arden: From Miami, Florida! At a combined weight of 463lbs! Dylan...and Torian...THE BROTHERS DRAKE!!!

"I am immortal

I'll never fade away
I'm a legacy that lives beyond,
Far beyond the grave
I am immortal
I'll never rest in peace
And you're never gonna be
Never gonna be never be
Never gonna be never gonna be never be ME!"

Torian runs to the edge of the entrance stage and starts to fire up the crowd. Dylan continues to flex on stage before he picks up a bazooka and proceeds to launch a volley of pyros into the air. Dylan smirks as Torian runs up and both of them fire each other up slapping each other in the chest.

"I'm never gonna need your sympathy

Cause you'll never have a chance to miss me
You can try to shake me I don't care
I'm permanently everywhere
They never misspell, my name how bout yours?
Cause things I've done
Are what they're living for!"

Torian moves over to the band stage and continues to get the crowd fired up. Dylan hands his bazooka down to stage personnel and is given a case of waters, one of which he shows to the camera. They all come with collector's cards rubber banded to the bottles signed by Dylan and Torian. Dylan starts lobbing several bottles to one side of the arena into the audience.

"I am immortal

I'll never fade away
I'm a legacy that lives beyond,
Far beyond the grave
I am immortal
I'll never rest in peace
And you're never gonna be
Never gonna be never be
Never gonna be never gonna be never be me!"

Torian grabs one bottle and makes a long throw well over the band and into the audience. Dylan hefts what's left of the case and the brothers make their way to the ring. They hand out a couple more to fans at ringside until they climb into the ring and toss out bottles randomly and take the time in the instrumental bridge to pose and continue to fire the crowd up. Finally only two bottles are left which Dylan grabs.

"I am immortal

I'll never fade away
I'm a legacy that lives beyond,
Far beyond the grave
I am immortal
I'll never rest in peace
And you're never gonna be me
I am immortal
I'll never fade away
I'm a legacy that lives beyond,
Far beyond the grave
I am immortal
I'll never rest in peace
And you're never gonna be
Never gonna be never be
Never gonna be never gonna be never
Never gonna be never gonna be never be me!"

Both brothers go to face the band and give their appreciation to them. The shots switch to catch more images of the band as the outro chorus begins. The brothers pose together once more. This time, Dylan crushes the water bottles over them both, showering them both as they fire up the crowd once more. As the song ends, the band takes their bows and basks in the pop from the audience. The brothers wave their thanks one more time before going to their corner to prep for the match.

The lights dim in the arena as two blue spotlights shine down on the stage. As “Flesh and Bone” begins, Lluvia Cane and Moe Renhuan step out onto the stage and into the spots on the stage, blue lights pulsing down the sides of the ramp and flashing throughout the arena. Coming right out behind them is Jamie Austin, to the pop of the crowd. The three hold their hands up over their heads, rotating their hips. Lluvia and Moe spin in opposite directions while Jamie just turns her back to the camera and gyrates in place.

Roger Arden: “Their opponents! Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 270 pounds, representing the KINGDOM….”

Jamie, Moe and Lluvia fist bump one another before they strut down to the ring, laser focused as they walk past the members of the audience on their way to the ring.

Roger Arden: “Accompanied by Jamie Austin! The team of Lluvia Cane and Moe Renhuan…”

Jamie climbs up into a split on the apron, seductively brushing her fingers along her front leg and winking to the crowd. Lluvia climbs onto the apron as Moe climbs the steps behind her. Lluvia turns to the crowd with a smirk before skinning the cat over the top rope as Moe steps up onto the bottom rope and points down to Alexa, Tommy, and the Little Royals with a grin and a wink.

Roger Arden: “They are THE QUEEN’S GUARD!!!”

Moe and Lluvia nod to each other, slapping hands twice before fist bumping one another and turn, ready to start the match. Jamie stands out by their corner, cheering them on.

~DING DING DING~

Starting out the match, we have Torian Drake and Moe Renhuan but wait, no...Torian gives a last minute tag to the bigger Dylan Drake who steps into the ring with a smirk. Unphased by the attempted mind game, Moe Renhuan nods to Lluvia Cane -- technically the stronger of the Queen’s Guard -- that she’s got this. Dylan and Moe circle the mat and, to the surprise of the crowd, Moe actually meets the powerhouse in a lockup. Dylan easily catches Moe in an arm wringer but she flips and rolls the tension out. Moe goes for a reversal arm wringer but Dylan follows through and gets her again before pulling her into a rear waistlock. He sends her back with a German Suplex but Moe lands just right and pops up onto her feet. Dylan turns around to see Moe rushing him and he catches her with an arm drag, sending her across the ring. She comes off the ropes again and rushes in. Dylan dips forward for a Back Body Drop but Moe stops in front of him, drops into a half split and just NAILS him across the face with a palm strike. Not a slap, mind you. A full on palm strike, right to the jaw! Dylan snaps up, turning his back and Moe hits the ropes again, rocketing herself into him with a dropkick that sends him into the ropes. Moe hits the ropes again and comes in for a running backstabber but Dylan holds onto the top rope and she just falls flat on her back but rolls away. She hops up and as Dylan turns towards her, she hits a spinning back kick to the ribs. Once more she hits the ropes and Dylan explodes forward, going for a lariat. Moe ducks under, handsprings into the ropes, flips back and clips him in the jaw with a pele kick.

Nick Hanson: It ain’t the size of the dog in the fight! It’s the size of the fight in the dog, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: You bet, Nick! And this little puppy has some bite!!

Nick Hanson: The Neon Samurai, absolutely taking it to big Double D!

Matt Salvatore: You know what Double D stands for!

Nick Hanson: Well, yes. Dylan Drake.

Matt Salvatore: Nah. Dumb as Dogshit! It’s what you gotta be if you think you’re beating the Queen’s Guard!

Moe hops up onto the top turnbuckle, sizing Dylan up and comes flying off with a Missile Dropkick as Torian slaps the turnbuckle, urging his brother to get some offense in. But Dylan’s back in a neutral corner and Moe’s coming in full speed ahead with a flying knee strike, comboed into a Running Bulldo--NO! Dylan uses his strength to just push Moe off of him as she goes for it and she lands hard on her back. She’s able to sit up but Dylan comes in with one of those tree trunk legs and just blasts her right in the spine! He pulls her up by the hair and lifts her for a stalling vertical suplex. Before he can drop her, Moe wiggles her legs and falls free, landing behind him. She goes to hit the ropes again but Dylan catches her and mirrors her movements almost to the T, just a second behind her. Moe stops in the middle of the ring when she realizes what’s going on and turns right into a brutal lariat that knocks her inside out. Dylan drops down, planting his hands on her midsection, throwing some shade at Lluvia as the referee drops for the count.

ONE!

TWO!

MOE KICKS OUT!!

Huffing, Dylan picks Moe up and pulls her to his corner where he tags in his brother, Torian. Together, the Brothers Drake whip Moe off the ropes but again, she comes under a stereo clothesline attempt and hits the ropes once more, nailing the brothers with a double pele kick. Dylan’s had enough as he stumbles back and goes through the ropes, to the floor. Moe runs at Torian again and he catches her in an arm drag. She pops up just in time for him to be seen coming at her and she mirrors the arm drag. Moe rushes in at Torian as he gets up and goes for an Enziguri but he ducks the kick, holding onto her feet. He flips her forward onto her feet and she stumbles forward right into a tag to Lluvia Cane! Cane wastes no time and the Cherokee Princess is up on the turnbuckle, flying off with a Cross Body Block but Torian catches her in his arms and flips her up onto one shoulder. It looks like he’s setting up for either a Cutter or a Tombstone but Lluvia pushes free and lands behind him. She pops up into a Dropkick and sends Torian forward right to where Moe’s waiting! SUPERKIIIIIIIIICK!!! Torian goes down and the referee orders Moe out of the ring. Dylan’s still yelling for Moe to get out of the ring when -- SUPERKIIIIIIIIICK!!!! A shot from Lluvia sends the man off the apron and to the floor.

Matt Salvatore: Come get your kicks, boys! Q.G’s handing ‘em out like candy!

Nick Hanson: Definitely a force to reckon with are The Queen’s Guard but don’t count the brothers out yet!

Matt Salvatore: I counted them out the moment this match was announced.

Lluvia hits the ropes herself and comes in with a low Big Boot, more of a Yakuza Kick to Torian as he tries to sit up but gets sent down again. Cane follows up with a Moonsault Legdrop and goes right into a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

TORIAN KICKS OUT!

He starts getting up but Lluvia’s right there to keep control of him and delivers a Running Knee Drop Bulldog. She follows right up with a Snap DDT, before going to the top rope and coming off with a Diving Headbutt BUT TORIAN MAKES IT FREE!! He rolls clear and Lluvia eats the mat. Torian catches her with a Snap Suplex, laying her out and comes back in with a Springboard Seated Senton. Now Lluvia’s laid out to dry as Torian signals for the top. He goes up and comes right back with OVER THE MOON!! LANDS IT RIGHT ON THE MONEY!! COVER!!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR--NO!!!

Moe Renhuan comes diving in with a double axe handle and makes the save!!! Moe follows up with the assault, snapping Torian down with a Neckbreaker as he tries to get up. The referee’s ordering her to get out of the ring but she’s not quite having it yet. She yells out to Lluvia, instead as she pulls Torian up. Lluvia shakes the cobwebs out and has just enough time to nail him with the Angelic Rebellion! Moe’s coming off the ropes for her Attack On Titan!! It’s gonna be EVANGELION: NEON GEN--NO!!!! SPEAR OUTTA NOWHERE BY DYLAN DRAKE FOR THE SAVE!!!! Moe goes rolling out of the ring, clutching her ribs as Dylan gets up. He turns to catch Lluvia coming at him for another Angelic Rebellion but he ducks it and catches her as she spins for a brutal jumping neckbreaker! He quickly calls for Torian to get up as he lifts Lluvia up onto his shoulders, groggy as she is. Torian makes it to the top and dives off!!! NOTORIOUS DRAGON!!!! Dylan drops and rolls out of the ring to avoid the ref’s DQ count and Torian goes for the cover!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, for a future shot at the NFW World Tag Team Championships!! Dylan and Torian...THE BROTHERS DRAKE!!!!

Torian can barely believe it as he sits up on his knees, hearing their music. Dylan comes back into the ring and hugs his brother as he pulls him to his feet. The referee raises both of their arms as the fans go wild and The Queen’s Guard take their leave up the ramp.

Nick Hanson: THEY DID IT!!! THE BROTHERS DID IT!!!! I CAN’T BELIEVE IT!!!

Matt Salvatore: I REFUSE TO BELIEVE IT!! DYLAN WASN’T THE LEGAL MAN! HE SHOULDN’T HAVE BEEN IN THE RING!!

Nick Hanson: Oh pish posh! Neither should Moe!

Matt Salvatore: She was making the save for the team!

Nick Hanson: And then some! All’s fair in love and war, Matt! The Brothers Drake have won this war and they are going on to face the Tag Team Champions in February at Invasion!!

Winners: The Brothers Drake

Result: Pinfall

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The screen lights up with Amy Connors shaking her head as she walks through catering, then out to the room with all the spare equipment, towards the loading docks, and finally, she finds the man she is meant to be interviewing, Carter Slade. He sits with his back pressed against the cold concrete wall, squeezing a grip trainer in his left hand he just sits there with his head down, not even acknowledging Amy.

Amy Connors: Why, how are you sitting out here with no shirt on? It is literally freezing out here.

Carter looks up and shrugs at Amy.

Carter: I’m Canadian.

Amy looks down at him, blinks then looks at the cameraman with a slightly bewildered look.

Amy Connors: Look if this is some kind of pre match ritual, I get it, but you scheduled interview time right now, so can we please do this in the interview area, inside?

Carter: What I need to say won’t take long.

Carter stands up, grabs his ring jacket, and offers it to Amy. She isn’t quite sure, but takes it and puts it over the coat she’s already wearing. Carter presses his back to the wall again and shudders slightly, but seems to enjoy the cold.

Amy Connors: Thanks. I’ll just let you say whatever it is you need to say.

Carter: I have not won a match in nearly three months. My last win was a pin against the then Undisputed Champion. A win that got me a shot to win that championship. Lightning didn’t strike twice though, and here I find myself an afterthought. The last Trauma, I was so set on making people remember who I am and what I’m capable of, that I shot myself in the foot. I realized something in the last few days. Destroying Jimmy Bones wasn’t gonna make people remember me. The only thing that will, is being the biggest shock of Wrestlewar. The only thing that will is ending this night as the new United States Champion.

Carter runs a hand through his hair, then slams his fist against the wall.

Carter: So that is exactly what I HAVE to do tonight. See when I arrived here earlier than almost anyone else, I went straight to Stephen Brody’s office. I did not want to be rude to Miss Santiago, but Mister Brody is the only one who can alter contracts.

Amy Connors: Uhm alter contracts? What did you need to alter?

Carter: I needed to add in an option to buy the contract out, because I told him that if I do not win tonight. If I am not the United States Champion when that time limit expires, my time in NFW expires. Maybe it’s a little ham-fisted and I actually am a little bit cold, but that’s why my back is against this wall. It’s the only thing I can think of. I said I needed to do something drastic, so there it is. I win tonight or I pay NFW a decent sum of money and walk away. I’m either a champion or a nobody.

Carter cracks his knuckles, then his neck, then his back before he has to take his ring jacket back from Amy and make his way towards the ring.

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We open up to show the slightly ajar door of the Kingdom’s shared locker room. The camera moves in and slowly pushes the door open. Just before it stops the door hinge squeaks loudly. The camera freezes waiting to get yelled at. But no raised voice calls out. Sitting in the middle of the locker room, back to the door, sits Sativa Nevaeh. Her voice calls out, softly.

Sativa Nevaeh: Come in.

The camera enters the room and moves around Sativa. It is seen that she is sitting cross-legged with her hands resting on her knees and her eyes closed. She speaks quietly, nothing but her lips moving.

Sativa Nevaeh: People think and want to claim that I hate Danni. I do not. As I have sound countless times to deaf ears. I do not hate Danni Anderson, I am just disappointed with her. She had so much promise and has done barely anything since taking the World Heavyweight Title off of me.

Sativa slowly rotates her hands, palm up, on her legs.

Sativa Nevaeh: You can be disappointed with someone and not hate them. Despite that she has thrown everything away I still consider her a friend. But if this ruins our friendship. That is what will have to happen.

Because Collision needs a strong Champion. It needs a champion people will respect. That people will look up to. They did that when I officially became the World Heavyweight Champion at the last Wrestle War. If NFW isn’t careful, I will make it a habit of winning World Titles at Wrestle War.

The sound of voices start to float in from the hallway. After a moment it is obvious they are from Morgan, Moe, and Lluvia. Sativa’s eyes pop open and she stands up.

Sativa Nevaeh: One way or another, Collision will have the champion it deserves after tonight. This is the way...

She turns to greet the other Kingdom members with a smile and hugs.

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Amy Connors: It’s going to be a battle, unlike any other, as six individuals compete in a six-pack challenge held inside a Hell in a Cell. Current United States Champion Adrianna Salvatore defends against Griffin Hawkins, Graham Baker, Sela Rica-Lark, Carter Slade, and my guest at this time, currently undefeated in NFW action, “The Universal Superstar” Anaquin Adams.

Anaquin walks in from the side of the stage. She’s dressed in her wrestling gear, plus a Santa hat as a bonus. She hands a Christmas present to Amy, then whispers something into her ear.

Amy Connors: I won’t open in on the air, I promise.

Anaquin Adams: Just to be safe. But before you ask me your all-important, all informative questions, Amy Connors. Let me wish everyone a safe and happy holiday season, regardless of how you celebrate it. There’s enough holiday cheer to go around, so enjoy the season, everyone!

Amy Connors: Fair enough. Let’s talk about your match tonight. It’s a six-pack challenge held inside the large steel structure known as Hell in a Cell. You are unbeaten so far in competition here in NFW, so how confident are you right now that you could very well become the United States Champion.

Anaquin Adams: First of all, I can’t guarantee that I’ll walk out of that cell as the champ. I have been in some of the most grueling matches in the history of this sport, from Prison Break to Exploding Barbed Wire Deathmatches. I’m not scared of Hell in the Cell. But, there are five other very strong competitors that I’ll be facing off with here tonight. I faced Graham Baker a couple of weeks ago on Aftershock, and he gave me quite the challenge. I was lucky enough to get the win, but on any given day, he could have just as easily pinned my shoulders to the mat. Griffin Hawkins has been a mainstay in this business, and to say that I could walk through him would be ludicrous. Sela Rica-Lark has been bringing the edge lately, and she’s going to be a dark horse in this particular match. Carter Slade has been underrated since stepping into the ring here at NFW.

Amy Connors: Don’t forget the champ.

Anaquin Adams: I would never forget the champ. The one thing about this match I do not like is that Salvatore could lose this belt without ever getting pinned, and that would be a damn shame. No champion should ever lose a championship without getting their shoulders pinned to the mat or submitting. But, this is how it’s going to play out as ordered by the administration. If I understand the rules correctly, all I have to do is pin someone and then make sure no one else pins someone after and hold on for 20 minutes.

Amy Connors: That is correct.

Anaquin Adams: To be fair, when I left professional wrestling earlier in the year, I was burnt out. I was juggling wrestling and MMA. My decision to return to professional wrestling, my first love, came when that fire returned to my soul. I began to watch what was happening here in NFW, and I once again fell in love with professional wrestling. I began to train like I hadn’t trained before. I wanted to be the Anaquin Adams of old, the fearless, death-defying, reckless wrestler that would do whatever it took, no matter the sacrifice, to win a match. Tonight, I will prove just that as I step into the cage with five other dangerous competitors and attempt to come out with that United States Championship around my waist. Will things go my way? You’ll just have to hold onto your hat and find out. It isn’t long now. I’m ready. Are you ready, Amy Connors?

Amy Connors: I’m ready!

Anaquin Adams: Well, you’re not in the match, but I’m glad you’re ready because it’s just about go time. So, let me get out of here and go get into my spaceship.

Anaquin flees the set.

Amy Connors: Spaceship? Regardless, it’ll be an action-packed 20 minutes. But the question remains, when the twenty minutes has expired, who will be the United States Champion? We will find out in just a few short moments. Let’s go back to ringside.

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NFW Presents: WRESTLE WAR XVII: Day 1! 12/15/2020! Dec 15, 2020 16:19:05 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Dec 15, 2020 16:19:05 GMT -8

Griffin Hawkins, Graham Baker, Anaquin Adams, Sela Rica-Lark, Carter Slade, Adrianna Salvatore ©

The camera returns to ringside where, in the middle of the ring, stands Thea Crawford in all of her radiance, clutching her microphone. From above, the Hell In A Cell structure is already beginning to lower itself down over the ring.

Thea Crawford: Ladies and gentlemen, it is time for the Hell In A Cell match and it is for THE NFW UNITED STATES CHAMPIONSHIP! This match will be contested under scramble rules with a twenty minute time limit. Falls may be recorded either by pinfall or submission. The competitor with the last recorded fall when the clock runs out will be declared the winner AND the NFW United States Champion! Now, introducing the contestants!

Thea Crawford: Weighing in at 222lbs! From Winnipeg, Manitoba, Canada! CARTER...SLADE!

The lights in the arena go almost completely out as a blood red moon appears on the video screen. "Bad Moon Rising" - Mourning Ritual begins to play as the dim lights slowly turn red. The song continues for over a minute, then at the 1:04 mark drums kick in with a sudden BA-BA-BA-BOOM! BA-BA-BA-BOOM! with bright white lights flashing along to the beat. The lights return to their dim state, but now a single spotlight shines down at the top of the ramp, showing Carter Slade. Carter slowly walks down the ramp as the music continues, the bright lights flashing with each BA-BA-BA-BOOM! BA-BA-BA-BOOM! Carter slides into the ring after the third time the lights flash and moves to the center of the ring. He stays there on his knees until the next flash of lights then pops to his feet. He circles around the ring, almost like he's stalking prey as the song slowly fades out and the lights return to normal.

Thea Crawford: Weighing in at 245lbs, from London, England! “The Guillotine” GRAHAM...BAKER!!

As the opening bars of 'Holy Calamafuck' ring out through the arena, Graham Baker emerges from backstage with a sleeveless denim jacket on and a bandana pulled up over his mouth and nose with aviator-style glasses on. Baker bops his head at the opening bars of the song until the first verse begins, at which point he slowly approaches the ring, throwing his bandana down and his glasses into the crowd. He slaps hands with fans who are supportive to him and taunts the others, before approaching the apron. He brushes his boots off on the apron, before sliding in under the middle rope as we get to the mid-point beat drop of the song, at which point he points a finger-gun to his head and 'fires' it before rolling into the center of the ring and waiting for his opponent.

The scene changes to the backstage lot. The feet and wheels of a motorcycle are dominant in the shot until the camera pans up and out. The rider is a female on a KTM 1290 Super Duke R, wearing a full jumpsuit and full helmet with her hair tucked tightly in the helmet and the dark visor down, making it impossible to identify who the rider is. The engine is idling until the camera has a full view of both bike and rider. The rider revs the engine a little before starting a burnout on the rear wheel. The smoke billows behind and around the rider. After some time, the rider peels off and donuts and figure 8s tightly in the lot. The camera follows closely as the rider goes around about a dozen times continuing to blow smoke from both tires. The rider brings the motorcycle to a sudden stop facing the arena. With two more revs and completely engulfed in the leftover smoke, the rider zooms down the entrance tunnel.

At that moment, the opening chords of Halestorm's "I Like It Heavy" start on the speakers. The lights flash purple and red in the arena.

“Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty

I see the good in the bad and the ugly
I need the volume one louder than ten
I put the pedal to the metal, needle into the red
If the windows ain't shaking making my heart race
If I can't feel it in my chest I'm in the wrong damn place!”

The audience is in a mix of boos and cheers for the rider as she wheelies into the arena via the vehicle entrance and stops in the staging area. The rider flips up the visor revealing the eyes and top of the nose of Sela-Rica Lark under the helmet. Sela stands with her motorcycle between her legs. The signs of a smirk play under her helmet before she readies herself and revs the engine and rips through the staging area to ringside.

“I got a demon in my soul and a voice in my head

It's saying go, go, go! I can sleep when I'm dead
There's a sonic revelation bringing me to my knees
And there's a man down below who needs my sympathy
I got a ringing in my ears getting ready to burst
Screaming ‘hallelujah, motherfucker, take me to church’”

At ringside she rides around the ring once, surrounding the area in the leftover smell of her burnt rubber until she finally pulls over to the side of the ramp. She removes her helmet and undoes her hair, letting it fall free. She lets out a cackle as she starts to unzip her jumpsuit.

Thea Crawford: Weighing in at 147lbs, from Tucson, Arizona! She is The Underground Queen...SELA...RICA...LARK!!!!

“I like it louder than the boom of a big bass drum

I need it harder than the sound of a guitar grunge
I love to crank it up, make it thump and evil to the core
Headbanging in the pit and throwing my horns
And just like old school Sabbath, Zeppelin and Lemmy
I need to drop it down low and make it heavy
I like it heavy, oh ohh
I like it heavy, oh ohh”

Sela drops her jumpsuit, revealing her attire, a black leather zippered midriff and low cut top, low cut black leather pants and black leather boots up to mid shin, and her leather gloves as well. She looks at the ring with intensity before she charges and slides in. She stays on the mat a moment laughing and rolling around until she jumps up to her feet, slapping her chest and screaming out to the audience. As her music fades, she goes to her position and preps for her match.

The lights in the arena shut off.

Two spotlights shine on the stage and slowly move upward to over the Tron, where a large metal structure sits, looking like a classic version of a spaceship. Steam begins to shoot from the bottom of the spacecraft in several different directions as the beginning notes of “Kingslayer” by Bring Me The Horizon featuring BABYMETAL begin to play. As the song hits hard after the first measure, a fragment of light appears on the bottom of the spaceship and seems to grow wider as a disc begins to lower to the stage. As the light from inside the ship beams down, a figure stands on the disc as the song’s lyrics start.

♫♫♫

Hi, are you looking for the other side?

Feel like nothing ever seems quite right?

Are you circling the drain pipe, getting off on pain like

You're corrupted?

I need to know where your loyalties lie

Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite?

Do you really want to twist the knife

In the belly of the monster?

♫♫♫

As the disc lands on the stage, the figure steps off wearing a classic sci-fi astronaut suit. Standing on the stage, she reaches up and twists off the glass dome covering her head, revealing the green-haired daredevil Anaquin Adams as the fans in the arena go crazy.

♫♫♫

Get the fuck up, wake the fuck up

Wipe the system, and back the fuck up

You're a puppet when they cut your strings off

Don't come crawling back

♫♫♫

Two stagehands walk onto the stage and remove the rest of the astronaut suit from Anaquin so she can sprint down the ramp though she comes to a halt as she gets to the massive steel structure known as Hell In A Cell.

Thea Crawford: Weighing in at 175lbs, from an Undisclosed location!! She is The Universal Superstar!! ANAQUIN...ADAMS!!!

♫♫♫

Kingslayer

Destroying castles in the sky

Kingslayer

Forevermore the apple of my eye

I'd sacrifice my life to find you

Angel of the flame

Kingslayer

Come and collect us from the night

♫♫♫

Anaquin laces her fingers into the chain link and gives it a shake. She teases climbing to the top, but then she walks around and goes through the door, ignoring anyone else who might be already inside. She walks to the corner, gets up on the second turnbuckle, and poses for the fans as her music fades.

The lights suddenly dim down as the crowd is waiting for the next entry. Then on the screen, a video of Phil Theofilos Xendis is seen playing guitar in a square....familiar chords to an opening track..then we see Tico Torres pick up with drumming. Soon other members join in, putting together a familiar song in their separate zoom boxes...then we see Jon Bon Jovi in the middle.

"Once Upon A Time...not too long ago..."

Soon the music picks up. The fans begin clapping and singing along as "Livin' On A Prayer" by Bon Jovi kicks in.

"Tommy used to work on the docks

Union's been on strike
He's down on his luck
It's tough, so tough

Gina works the diner all day
Working for her man
She brings home her pay
For love, for love

She says, "We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love we'll give it a shot."

Whoa, we're half-way there
Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand, we'll make it. I swear
Whoa, livin' on a prayer

Griffin Hawkins is seen on the ramp as the crowd goes crazy!

Thea Crawford: "Making his way to the ring...from Windsor Ontario Canada...weighing 227 Pounds...he is The Jukebox Hero...Griffin Hawkins!"

He makes his way down to the ramp as the song continues.

"Tommy's got his six string in hock

Now he's holding in
What he used to make it talk
So tough, it's tough

Gina dreams of running away
When she cries in the night
Tommy whispers
"Baby, it's okay, someday

We've gotta hold on to what we've got
It doesn't make a difference if we make it or not
We've got each other and that's a lot
For love we'll give it a shot..

As he reaches the ring he gets on the ramp, raising his hands in the air to get the crowd going as they continue singing along.

"Whoa, we're half-way there

Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it. I swear
Whoa, livin' on a prayer"
Livin' on a prayer...

He gets on all four corners of the ring, throwing the devil horns up as the crowd in attendance is cheering him on.

"We've gotta hold on ready or not

You live for the fight when it's all that you've got

Whoa, we're half-way there
Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Whoa, livin' on a prayer

Whoa, we're half-way there
Whoa, livin' on a prayer
Take my hand and we'll make it, I swear
Whoa, livin' on a prayer

The band finishes up on Zoom as the crowd is electrified. "Hawkins" chants rings out as Griffin looks at the tron, giving the devil horns sign to Bon Jovi before he takes off his leather jacket and shades, readying himself for the match.

Silence falls over the arena as the lights go out, shrouding everything in darkness. The video wall comes to life then, with a simple white, blinking text marker on a black screen. It starts to type out, with the sound of a woman’s cold, monotone voice narrating.

“2020

The Crime Rate
In New Frontier Wrestling
Rises Four Hundred Percent.”

As the voice continues, a digital image shows a computerized map of the arena and the ring inside it with the Hell In A Cell structure surrounding it.

“The once great Madison Square Garden becomes a maximum security prison.
A twenty foot containment wall is erected around the ring.
There are no guards inside the prison. Only prisoners and the rules they have made.
The rules are simple: once you go in...you do not come out.”

For a brief couple of seconds, the tron goes black before we hear a match strike and in the glow of the flame, we recognize Adrianna Salvatore, lighting a cigarette in her mouth. She watches the burning match in her hand before something catches her attention: the audience in attendance and at home. She slowly pulls the cigarette from her lips….

Adrianna Salvatore: ...Welcome to the human race….

And blows out the match. The tron goes black as an electric keyboard begins playing the opening of Viking Guitar’s heavy metal cover of “Escape From New York.” The stage lights begin to pulse, flashing red white and blue in sync with the building drum beat, the music crescendoing, finally into that iconic theme that many, if not most, have become familiar with through cinema. As the first chord of the main part hits, Madison Square Garden illuminates once again with a white light pouring from the entryway. From it, comes the United States Champion, Adrianna Salvatore. Rather than her usual gear, however, she’s dressed in a customized, gender bent Snake Plissken version of her gear: the black, sleeveless shirt, the black/white/grey camo patterned pants, the buckled boots, leather wrist cuffs and her entrance vest has been modified to resemble his signature brown jacket -- of course, it still has her Anarchy symbol on the back. Last but not least, of course, covering her left eye is a black eyepatch.

Thea Crawford: And...from Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at 150lbs! She is the reigning and defending NFW United States Champion!! ADRIANNAAAAAAA...SALVAAAAAATOOOOOOREEEEEEE!!!!!!!

As she’s announced, Adrianna raises her right arm, hoisting the United States Championship high. Right on cue, the video wall displays a fictionalized image of a heavily damaged Statue of Liberty, still raising her torch victoriously. To the deafening crowd, roaring with approval, Adrianna lowers her title to her side and storms down the ramp with purpose in her step. She reaches the foot of the ramp where she hands the title off to one of the secondary referees. She gives her vest that little entrance tug of the lapels before pulling it off and, to the delight of a teenage girl in the front row, hands it off to her before stepping in through the doorway, slowly. Adrianna looks up inside the ring at the other five competitors. She gives that little Snake Plissken head tilt at them as she reaches behind her, grabs the door to the Cell and SLAMS it closed behind her before climbing up into the ring.

~DING DING DING~

The bell sounds and all six competitors in the ring are slow to make the first move, but eventually, Adrianna yells out for everyone to just fucking fight already. After that, the six pair off. Sela goes right after Griffin as Carter and Anaquin square off with each other. Adrianna and Graham get face to face with one another as the crowd here in Madison Square Garden roar for this. The two of them share a few words with one another for a moment before they just start exchanging forearm after forearm to the sides of each other’s heads. The crowd is behind Adrianna in this exchange, but as the two of them are focused on one another, from the top rope, Griffin comes flying and takes both down with a flying crossbody. He immediately hooks the leg and goes for the cover on Graham.

1…

Kickout!

Griffin picks Graham up and tosses him out of the ring as Carter rolls in turns Griffin around and delivers Forearm Flurry before picking him up and delivering a snap dragon suplex. He delivers a few kicks to the midsection of Griffin before he rolls out of the ring and begins to search under the ring. He grins as he pulls out a kendo stick from under the ring. On the other side, Sela has a kendo stick of her own and as Adrianna comes after her, Sela cracks her in the ribs with the weapon. Carter does the same to Anaquin as she comes leaping off the ring steps towards him. Sela has Adrianna up to her feet and she’s just raking the face of the champion across the chain link fencing. Adrianna screams in pain before Sela drives her skull first into the cage. Adrianna falls to the ground and the camera can see she’s already busted open in this match.

Andrew Payne: The champion is busted open already in this match, Mir.

Miranda Augustino: But we both know Adrianna has been through worse than a little blood dripping from her head. She’s gonna be fine!

Sela delivers a few punches to the open wound before she licks the blood of Adrianna off her hand and laughs as she turns around and is met with a thrust kick by Graham that shoves her back. He then gets a running start and delivers a clothesline that sends Sela down onto the floor with her head bouncing off it hard. Graham then begins to look under the ring himself as he finds a small bag and he grins. As he rolls back into the ring, Carter is there to meet him with a few stomps to the back and head. He grabs Graham and brings him to his fee and as he does, he delivers The Killing Blow and goes for the cover.

1…

2…

Thea Crawford: Carter Slade is the current interim United States Champion!

Andrew Payne: Now all Carter has to do is pla defense for the next fifteen minutes and he’s walking out of here as the new United States Champion!

Miranda Augustino: That’s easier said than done though, Andy! He can’t be watchin five people all at once.

Andrew Payne: HOLY SHIT!

As Andrew exclaims that, Griffin is hit with a hard shot to the head by Sela who’s wielding her trademark barbed wire covered baseball bat. Griffin drops to the floor as Sela takes the bat and rakes it against the face of Griffin before grabbing a steel chair from under the ring and tossing it into the ring. She picks Griffin up and sets him up over the chair before delivering Hurts So Good! She turns Griffin onto his back and goes for a cover.

1…

2…

3….No!

Carter comes in at the last moment and breaks up the pin. Carter picks Sela up and looks to deliver a hammerlock DDT, but Sela counters out of it and this time she delivers Just for Fun on Carter onto the chair in the ring and she hooks the leg and goes for another cover.

1…

2…

Thea Crawford: Sela-Rica Lark is the new interim United States Champion!

Andrew Payne: The best way to take the current champion out of being able to break up a cover is to just cover them and pick up the pinfall and that’s exactly what Sela did here.

Miranda Augustino: Sela playin it smart there. Let’s see if this violent and sexy woman can keep the title when that bell rings.

Sela gets up to her feet and as she does, Adrianna is back up to her feet and this time, she has something around her shoulder. She charges in and delivers a MOAB Launcher right to Sela who is writhing around on the mat in pain as Adrianna pulls the tape and removes a small piece of wood that has barbed wire wrapped around it off her shoulder that has puncture wounds on it and is bleeding a little bit. She gets up to a knee with a grin on her face as Graham comes in and goes for a roundhouse kick, but Adrianna avoids it and delivers a spinning facebuster to him onto the chair. Adrianna notices the bag and she picks it up as the crowd swells with approval as she unties it and begins to pour out the thumbtacks onto the mat.

Andrew Payne: Adrianna with her dad’s signature weapon, that bag of thumbtacks! I’ve been on the receiving end of a Mushroom Cloud or ten onto those in my time and it’s incredibly painful.

Miranda Augustino: Adrianna is lookin over at the Collision announce desk and pointin over at her daddy, Matt Salvatore with a wicked grin on her face.

The camera pans over to the Collision announce desk as Matt stands up and grins as he points back at Adrianna who picks Graham up onto her shoulders. She struggles to lift him up, but in an impressive show of strength, she manages to get him up and she delivers a Mushroom Cloud to him right onto the thumbtacks!

Crowd: DOOMSDAY! DOOMSDAY! DOOMSDAY!

Andrew Payne: Holy hell! Adrianna delivering a Mushroom Cloud onto Graham and this crowd is going crazy!

Miranda Augustino: That chick is stupid strong, Andy! Graham isn’t a small man and she picked him up and delivered that move onto the tacks!

Adrianna crawls over and hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

1…

2…

3...No!

Sela is able to come in and deliver kick to the side of Adrianna’s head to break up the pin.

Adrianna shakes it off as she gets up to her feet and looks Sela in the eyes. She yells for Sela to hit her again and she obliges. Adrianna returns the favor with an open hand slap of her own to the side of the face. The two of them are exchanging blows as the crowd begins to stir and up above the two of them, Anaquin is seen climbing the top of the cage like monkey bars before she’s almost overtop of Sela and Adrianna. She lets go of the top of the cage as Adrianna and Sela look up and she delivers a crossbody onto the two of them! She gets up to her feet, all sorts of fired up as she picks Adrianna up and throws her out of the ring. She climbs up to the top rope as Sela gets to her feet and Anaquin pulls something out and puts it into her kneepad before she leaps and delivers Hell’s Hammer onto Sela! She hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

1…

2…

Thea Crawford: Anaquin Adams is the new interim United States Champion!

Jest as Anaquin gets up to her feet, Griffin is in the ring and as Anaquin turns around, she’s hit with Shot in the Dark and Griffin goes for the cover!

1…

2…

Thea Crawford: Griffin Hawkins is the new interim United States Champion.

Andrew Payne: Two pinfalls in less than thirty seconds and Griffin is now the champion!

Miranda Augustino: Griffin Hawkins is about to make the US Championship his personal headlining tour if he can hold on!

On the outside, Adrianna is seen struggling as she’s in the corner of the cage. Graham has her pinned up in the corner with kendo sticks at her shoulders, waist, thighs, and ankles, making so she can’t move at all! As Graham sets up the last one, Adrianna delivers a headbutt right to the bridge of the nose to Graham. Graham takes one more kendo stick with a pissed off look on his face before he cracks it over the skull of Adrianna and she just slumps right there, trapped in the corner of the cage.

Andrew Payne: I don’t think Adrianna is going to be a factor after that shot, Mir.

Miranda Augustino: That added with the fact that Graham practically pinned her into the corner, I don’t know if she can get out.

Graham rolls into the ring, eyeing the thumbtacks as Griffin goes for Shot in the Dark, but Graham is able to avoid it and he delivers The Big One right into the tacks on Griffin and hooks the leg and goes for the cover.

Thea Crawford: One minute left in the match!

1…

2…

3...No!

Anaquin Adams comes leaping off the top rope and delivers Hell’s Hammer to Graham to break up the pin before she rolls Graham over and hooks the leg and goes for a cover herself.

1…

2…

Thea Crawford: Anaquin Adams in the current interim United States Champion!

Andrew Payne: She only has about thirty seconds left before she walks out with the title!

Miranda Augustino: I think we’re going to see a brand new US Champ!

Anaquin gets to a knee, breathing heavily as Sela rolls into the ring and locks Anaquin in Playtime over! Anaquin struggles, but Adrianna has somehow found a way to break free from her prison and gets into the ring. She breaks up the submission and delivers Ground Zero on Sela and goes for the cover!

Andrew Payne: Adrianna at the last second!

Miranda Augustino: Is there enough time though?!

1…

2…

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW NFW United States Champion, “The Universal Superstar” Anaquin Adaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaams!

Andrew Payne: Adrianna was just a few seconds too late and time ran out on her.

Miranda Augustino: It sucks to see it end this way, but congrats to our new champion, Anaquin Adams.

Adrianna looks mad as she slams her fists into the mat as the cage begins to raise and the title is handed over to the referee. Anaquin manages to make it to a knee as the ref raises her hand in victory. Adrianna rips the title away from them and looks at before staring at Anaquin. She helps Anaquin up to her feet and she takes the United States Championship and wraps it around the waist of the new champion before raising Anaquin’s hand and then rolling out of the ring, allowing Anaquin a chance to celebrate.

Andrew Payne: Class act by Adrianna there, Miranda.

Miranda Augustino: A great show of respect by the former champion to the new champion. Congrats to Anaquin on surviving this hellacious match tonight.

Winner: (New Champion) Anaquin Adams

Result: Pinfall

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Backstage, Damon Cross stands with his back to the wall in the locker room area, seemingly staring off into space at first glance. But a careful look toward his eyes shows that they are in constant motion, watching something in the near distance. As the camera pans over, fans take in the sight of the NFW World Heavyweight Championship, Danni Anderson. The young lady is limbering up for her defense against Sativa Neveah coming up in mere moments and Cross is not about to be anywhere but at her side, supporting her. From time to time, his eyes go towards the championship sitting on the counter, and the tone of his stare changes, but his eyes always turn back to Danni. On his left ring finger, a new adornment sparkles in the fluorescent lights above, and in a moment of quiet contemplation, Damon twists it a little and smiles.

Damon Cross: Ready, reine fee?

Stretches to keep her limber, jumping jacks to keep her blood flowing, and a frontflip kick for good measure. Landing on her feet, she bounces from foot to foot, her sparkly blue eyes focused on the mirror before her. She pauses for a brief moment to simply look at herself, her hands moving along under her arms. A soft sigh escapes her and she visibly fidgets.

Danni Anderson (◡_◡✿) Um… what if I said I wasn’t? That’s a bad thing, right?

Looking at the mirror again, she instead focuses on his reflection and it brings a tiny smile to her lips. She looks to him for strength.

Damon Cross: It would be honest, if nothing else. And being able to admit it shows a kind of strength...

Damon moves from the wall and walks over to Danni, setting his hands upon her shoulders while standing behind her. Together they look at their combined reflection in the mirror.

Damon Cross: ...and whether you’re truly ready or not, I believe in you.

Instinctively, her hands move from her arms and settle over his hands. Her left hand, in particular, takes his hand and she looks at the engagement ring adorned on his left ring finger. The sweetest smile forms on her face and she turns her head to kiss his hand.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) You mean sooo much to me, you know that? I dunno what I would do without you...

She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. Her shoulders relax, though she still seems to carry weight upon them.

Danni Anderson (◠﹏◠✿) I’ve… been trying to process Mary’s words… but I can’t understand “tough love”. I don’t see a lesson; I just see bad juju. Maybe it’s because of my Autism. Maybe it’s because of my ADHD. Maybe it’s my anxiety. I don’t know… I just don’t believe a true friend would say such mean things like that.

A sad sigh escapes her parted lips, clearly a sign of emotional turmoil.

Damon Cross: She can dress it up any way she wants, put any term to it she chooses. It will not change how it made you feel and that’s the point here. She wants to put you on defense, make you question yourself, doubt yourself. She wants to weaken you to make it easier for her to get her title back. But that cannot be allowed to happen.

Just thinking about it again made him angry, but there was no time for anger; he was here to support Danni, not let the words of an angry brat rattle him.

Damon Cross: Focus, Danielle. You can do this.

The situation clearly shook them to the core, but they were trying their best to move on. Damon was right; she needed to focus.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) I can do this. I can do this. I can do this...

She releases his hands -- if only for a brief moment -- to turn around and face him. Danielle rises up on the tips of her pink Converse sneakers and kisses him deeply, passionately. Her hands move up to settle on the sides of his face. Damon returns the affection in kind. Slowly, the kiss breaks, and they look into each other’s eyes. She smiles sweetly.

Danni Anderson (◠ω◠✿) No matter what happens… I am yours and you are mine.

Damon Cross: Without question. Now go out there and show Mary Quite Contrary exactly who the champion is around here.

The newly-engaged couple shares one more kiss before Danielle moves towards the door. Along the way, she takes up her pink Terry Bogard hat, places it atop of her head, and heads out with an enthusiastically loud “OOH RAH!"

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NFW Presents: WRESTLE WAR XVII: Day 1! 12/15/2020! Dec 15, 2020 17:11:51 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Dec 15, 2020 17:11:51 GMT -8

Roger Arden: “The following contest is the main event of Day One! It is scheduled for one fall and it is for the New Frontier Wrestling WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!”

The fans are absolutely wild about this one!

Roger Arden: “Introducing first, the challenger! From Los Angeles, California, she stands at 5’7” and weighs in at one hundred twenty-seven pounds… She is “Tha Ganja Goddess” Sativa Nevaeh!”

The arena lights go out causing the crowd to stir with anticipation. They all know that Sativa always goes all out for her big match entrances. They are expecting something extra special for Wrestle War. After a few moments, two voices fill the arena.

“Bounty Hunters? We don’t need their scum!”

“Yes sir!”

All falls silent again before the infamous breathing of Darth Vader fills the arena. Shortly after, the voice of Darth Vader, James Earl Jones, booms out.

“There will be a substantial reward for the one who finds Danni Anderson. You are free to use any methods necessary. But I want her alive, NO DISINTEGRATION!”

“As you wish.”

“Lord Vader! My Lord, we have her.”

The arena falls silent once again before the intro to YSSY’s Eighties Synthwave cover of the Mandalorian theme fills the space. Over the intro comes the voice of Sativa Nevaeh. It is distorted as if she is speaking through a modulator.

Sativa Nevaeh: Not enough room to land. Looks like I gotta do the end of this with the windows down.

The song continues to play throughout the arena. As the song builds to full the sound of rocket boosters steadily grows. With the song hitting its crescendo the crowd’s attention is brought up to the ceiling of Madison Square Garden by a spotlight in the darkness. A few more spotlights join the first as they all focus on the form of someone in black and green Mandalorian armor flying around the perimeter of the arena with a jetpack.

The figure, obviously Sativa Nevaeh, circles around the arena. Her arms back at her sides head back so she can look forward. She seems to tighten the circle she is flying until she is finally lowering herself down slowly to the middle of the ring. Her feet landing lightly as she lands until the jetpack shuts off as she finds her footing.

She slowly pulls the helmet off letting her brown hair fall to her shoulders. She takes off the rest of the Mandalorian armor piece by piece. Her normal ring gear was replaced with one that resembles the armor she had just removed. She stacks the armor outside of the ring and pulls her hair back into a ponytail. She sits on the top turnbuckle of her corner and watches the entrance aisle. One arm is set like a mock table while the other rests on it like a pointed gun. She waits in that position for her opponent to appear.

Matt Salvatore: Ohhhhhh, Nick, this shit is TENSE!!! Can you feel it?!

Nick Hanson: The challenger! Sativa Nevaeh! She’s waiting for her opponent, the champion, Danni Anderson to come down and show her worth! She’s been doubting Danni’s caliber as a champion but the Semper Fairy’s vowed to show her just how wrong she is!

Roger Arden: “And her opponent! From Santa Monica, California, she stands at 5’2” and weighs in at one hundred thirteen pounds… She is the NFW World Heavyweight Champion, “The Pink Sugarplum Fairy” Danni Anderson!”

Instantaneously, the lights go out within Madison Square Garden. A familiar track resonates throughout the arena and the fans are drawn to the lyrics.

“Yeah!

Just wakin’ up in the morning
And to be well,
Quite honest with ya,
I ain’t really sleep well.

Ya ever feel like your train of thought’s been derailed?
That’s when you press on - Lee nails!

Right on cue, a single spotlight shines on the entrance stage, revealing Danielle Anderson as a pink-themed Terry Bogard. The fans roar out with cheers for the Champion. Under the pink sleeveless jacket and around her waist is her World Heavyweight championship belt.

“Half the population's just waitin’ to see me fail
Yeah right, you're better off trying to freeze hell!
Some of us do it for the females,
And others do it for the retail…”

To everyone’s delight, Leina Rael-Anderson emerges from the curtains and stands in the spotlight next to her mother. She’s dressed up as a little Rock Howard, and together, they strike a back-to-back fighter’s pose.

“But I do it for the kids, life threw the towel in on,
Everytime you fall, it's only making your chin strong!
And I'll be in your corner like mick, baby, til the end,
Or when you hear a song from that big lady!”

They mirror each other and perform a couple of Terry’s moves in the direction of the ring. When they both “punch” the floor, they shout “POWER GEYSER!”, and rainbow-colored pyro shoots down the sides of the ramp to mimic the powerful attack!

“Until the referee rings the bell,
Until both your eyes start to swell,
Until the crowd goes home,
What we gonna do y'all?”

Rising up, Danni and Leina high five one another. Leina then steps back, as Rock does for Terry in some SNK video games, and she retreats beyond the curtains where Damon Cross meets her. Danni smiles back at them before she runs down the ramp and slides into the ring.

“Give em hell, turn their heads!
Gonna live life til we're dead!
Give me scars, give me pain!
Then they'll say of me, say of me, say of me…”

Once she’s in the center of the ring, Danni unwraps the leather and gold from around her waist and raises it in the air! The fans cheer aloud and applaud, giving her a standing ovation as the last of “The Fighter (feat. Ryan Tedder)” by Gym Class Heroes plays out.

“There goes the fighter! There goes the fighter!
Here comes the fighter!
That's what they'll say of me, say of me, say of me,
This one's a fighter”

Nick Hanson: This is a rematch months in the making, Matt. We didn’t think we’d see it. Danni Anderson defeated Sativa Nevaeh at Reckoning Day, on June 7th of this year! You’ve gotta wonder what’s going through the champion’s head, at this time.

Matt Salvatore: I’ll tell ya what’s going through her head. This is my last day as champion! Time to Behold The Kingdom!

Nick Hanson: Oh, stop it! I happen to think she’s made a fine champion thus far and there’s no guarantee she won’t walk out of here still champion!

Matt Salvatore: Agree to disagree, Nick.

As the music fades, Danielle takes her championship belt in her hands and looks at it. The gold, the leather, the company representation, and her name on the plate. The referee approaches her, and she smiles before handing it over. He then extends it towards Sativa, who reaches out with a hand to touch it… except suddenly, she snatches it from the official. The fans rise in protest as Sativa raises the championship belt in the air, claiming the title will be hers once again. Danni looks on, sadness in her blue eyes, and shakes her head. She says a few things none of the cameras can pick up, but they make Sativa stop and stare at the Champion. She scoffs before handing the title back to the referee, who raises the gold in the air. Unexpectedly, Sativa brings Danni onto the mat with a double-leg takedown and strikes her harshly!

Matt Salvatore: Heeeeere we go!!

Ding, ding, ding!

The referee’s call for the bell was quick, handing off the championship belt to one of the ringside officials. Meanwhile, Sativa’s strikes haven’t stopped, landing a few blows to Danni’s face. Overcoming the shock, Danni raises her arms to block the next strikes before she rolls them over. This time, she retaliates with her own vicious strikes, yelling out in pure frustration.

Nick Hanson: It’s rare for Danni to be so angry, it’s almost frightening!

Matt Salvatore: She’s still upset about what Sativa said to her? Come on! Danni’s too soft. That’s what Sativa was talking about!

After a few blows, Sativa grits her teeth and blasts Danni with an elbow shot to the temple once, twice, until Danni rolls away. As fast as Sativa is to her feet, Danni is faster, connecting with a flurry of rabbit punches followed by a shotei, then finally a European uppercut. The fans are behind her while she takes the fight to the staggering Challenger. Connecting with a second European uppercut, Danni knocks Sativa onto the mat. She moves to cover Sativa.

One!

--Kickout at one!

Danni rises to her feet and jumps into the air for a double footstomp, but Sativa rolls out of the way. Once Danni’s feet touch the mat, Sativa quickly sweep kicks and sends her falling onto the mat. The Challenger then mounts her and lands closed-fist punches, forcing the referee to intervene. Sativa glares at him before moving off of Danni, but she leans down to pull her up. She blasts Danni with a spinning backfist to the temple, who staggers back, and Sativa grabs ahold of her. She hauls her for a northern lights suplex and bridges the pin attempt.

One!

Tw--

Kickout just after one!

Rising to her feet with a scoff, Sativa fluidly performs a standing shooting star press and perfectly lands on Danni while she’s still down. She goes for the cover and hooks the leg.

One!

Two--

Kickout right before two!

This doesn’t slow down Darth Ganja in the slightest. A swift fluid motion has her seizing Danni’s right ankle. Sativa doesn’t hesitate to force her into the ankle lock, a submission that draws an anguished yell from the Champion.

Matt Salvatore: Sativa’s experience is showing here. She’s got Danni in the center of the ring.

Nick Hanson: The ankle lock has been applied, but I know Danni well enough to know she’s a fighter. She won’t let this stop her!

Despite her predicament, Anderson shakes her head when the referee checks on her. Nevaeh glares before she torques the hold, drawing a painful cry from Anderson. The Semper Fairy fights through the pain and begins to drag herself and Nevaeh towards the ropes. Reaching out, she grabs the bottom rope, yet Nevaeh continues to hold on. The referee quickly stands up and begins the official five-count. Nevaeh releases the ankle at four, however, her assault continues, beating down on Anderson while she’s prone. This churns more boos from the fans who disapprove of Nevaeh’s mercilessness.

Grabbing ahold of Anderson’s right ankle, Nevaeh begins to drag her towards one of the corners of the ring. Nevaeh slides out of the ring, then once again seizes that ankle, looking to swing it right into the ring pole. However, Anderson quickly reacts and pulls her right leg up, sending Nevaeh head-first into the pole instead! Nevaeh staggers a bit, while Anderson pushes herself to her feet. Seizing the top rope, she leaps up and springboards, angling herself to strike Nevaeh with a flying forearm smash outside of the ring. Both of them hit the floor mats, while the fans cheer on for Anderson. From inside of the ring, the referee begins to count:

“One!”

“Two!”

Anderson turns over and takes a moment to shake out her right ankle. Nevaeh is already moving, still aware of her surroundings.

“Three!”

“Four!”

Both women are well aware of their ongoing match and work to get to their feet. Anderson’s the first to roll into the ring, with Nevaeh following afterward. Once the count stops, Anderson and Nevaeh rise up and exchange knife-edge chops. Anderson’s are quick, but Nevaeh’s are powerful, the last one echoing throughout the arena. She launches Anderson towards the ropes with an Irish whip and looks to drop her with a clothesline, but the Champion ducks under her arm. She rebounds and catches Nevaeh with a spinning headscissors takedown. Before the Challenger can recuperate, Anderson swiftly lands a standing moonsault and goes for the cover, hooking the leg.

One!

Two!

Nick Hanson: Kickout at two! We’re only a few minutes into the match and it’s already intense!

Matt Salvatore: I was pretty sure the ankle lock was gonna slow down Anderson, but damn… She’s resilient, I’ll give her that.

Nick Hanson: I think you and Mrs. Matthews have both underestimated our World Heavyweight Champion, Matt.

Danni’s energy level is amped up, rising to her feet and bouncing up and down. The fans are right behind her in full support. She moves in to bring Sativa to her feet, but suddenly she’s raked in the eye! The World Heavyweight Champion winces and staggers back, while Sativa ignores the referee’s scolding. She doesn’t hesitate to “YEET!” (a la Darby Allin’s Coffin Drop) Danni straight onto the mat with a resounding THUD. The fans immediately boo!

Matt Salvatore: Oh, how tthe tables have turned, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Jesus! The “Yeet!” out of nowhere… Sativa is doing whatever she can to slow Danni down.

With a smirk, Sativa places her right boot on Danni’s stomach for an arrogant “pin” attempt.

One!

Two!

Danni shoves Sativa off of her!

Tha Ganja Goddess shoots a glare at Danni’s semi-prone form. Moving in, she seizes the young woman and looks to make her submit. She’s going for her “Kief” (Muta Lock), but Danni’s alertness kicks in and she breaks away. When Sativa looks to grab her again, Danni counters with a sharp back elbow to the side of the head not once, not twice, but thrice! Sativa staggers away, trying to shake off the cobwebs. She doesn’t quite realize Danni’s on her feet until--

Nick Hanson: Stars-a-Dancing by the Champion!

Matt Salvatore: Ah shit, here we go...

The fans burst into cheers as Anderson takes Nevaeh down with her impactful sitout facebuster. Surely, there are stars dancing over Nevaeh’s head after that. Quickly, Anderson covers her and hooks the leg, listening to the fans count with the referee.

One!

Two!

Sativa kicks out regardless!

Despite this, Anderson isn’t discouraged in the slightest. She’s quick to her feet and immediately lands on the still-down Nevaeh with a double footstomp. She steps off with a grin, pulls Nevaeh to her feet, and connects with a one-two punch. Before Nevaeh staggers back, Anderson sends her towards one of the corners of the ring with an Irish whip. Nevaeh hits the turnbuckles, but the wind is knocked out of her when Anderson comes in with a running cannonball senton. Groaning, Nevaeh slumps down at that corner, while Anderson moves off of her to the referee’s direction. She regards the fans and lets out a cheerfully loud--

Danni Anderson: OOH RAH!

The Crowd: OOH RAH!

Anderson turns back towards Nevaeh, who is slowly moving from the corner. She makes her move, coming in close, and looks to bring Nevaeh right back down to earth with “SPARKLY!” (Asai DDT). However, Nevaeh blocks off the attempt and shoves Anderson back. Anderson rolls to her feet and rushes in -- only for Nevaeh to blast her right in the temple with “Nerf This!” (Pelé Kick)! The fans look on with shock, awe, and disgust twisted into one as Danni is floored.

Matt Salvatore: HA! Looks like Little Miss Anderson is seeing stars now!

Nick Hanson: Sativa’s “Nerf This!” has ripped the momentum right out of Danni! This could be bad for the Champion...

Softly cursing, Sativa brings herself to her feet. She doesn’t go for the pin attempt; rather, she drags Danni to her feet and Irish whips her into one of the corners of the ring. The second Danni hits the turnbuckles, Sativa forces her to turn around and attacks with vicious forearm strikes. They transition into knife-edge chops before she nearly folds Danni inward with driving shoulder tackles against her ribs. The referee’s count is blatantly ignored until just before the five. While Sativa steps back, Danni’s arm drape over the top ropes, trying to catch her breath. A smirk crosses Sativa’s face as she backpedals to a certain point, then as soon as the referee moves out of the way, she rushes in and nails Danni with Jasmine Matthews’s “Ice Cold” (Mafia Kick)! The force of the impact causes the back of the Champion’s head to collide with the top turnbuckle in a sickening display, then suddenly she slumps down like a rag doll.

Nick Hanson: Oh god, that was...

Matt Salvatore: Brutal? Yeah. I think Danni is OUT, Nick!

Nick Hanson: I-I have a sick feeling, Matt… She’s not moving!

The fans look on in horror, concerned for the Pink Sugarplum Fairy. Was the padding of the turnbuckle not enough? There’s a faraway glazed look in Danni’s eyes. She doesn’t seem to be aware of where she is. Before Sativa can make a move towards her, the referee checks on Danni. He holds his arm up to keep the Challenger at a distance. While the referee examines the Champion, Sativa paces back and forth. There’s a brief expression of concern on her face, but she’s quick to shake it off. She watches as the referee holds two fingers up in front of Danni, who blinks and tilts her head. To his relief, she raises two fingers and smiles. Slowly, Danni rises to her feet, using the ropes to help her.

Sativa gives her a peculiar look but no verbal response. The referee moves out of the way and allows the match to continue. Danni faces Sativa, but there’s still a glazed look in her eyes. She moves up for a couple of right hands, yet Sativa doesn’t have to move to avoid them. Perhaps the colorful haired woman is still dizzy? Still, Danni chose to keep fighting, and so Sativa attacks, specifically targeting her head with forearm strikes. Sativa kicks Danni’s chest and forces her back against the corner she was trapped in before. The Challenger moves in close to Danni, turns around, and lifts her prone form into a precarious position. The followers of the Kingdom -- of Sativa Nevaeh -- know what comes next.

The Crowd: Execute Order 66!

There is nothing Anderson can do to stop it. Charging forward, Nevaeh unleashes “Order 66” (Tiger Suplex) in a way that drives the back of Anderson’s head onto the top turnbuckle! It’s yet another sickening display as the Champion falls onto the mat and cradles her head in her hands. Once again, the fans look on with deep concern. Nevaeh shakes her head before she drags Anderson away from the ropes, going for the cover and the hook of the leg.

Matt Salvatore: It’s over, Danni. Just stay down.

One!

Two!

Thr--

Nick Hanson: Ms. Anderson gets her shoulder up! She will not give up!

The occupants of Madison Square Garden can’t believe it, but they’re rallying behind the Semper Fairy. Shaking her head in disbelief, Nevaeh looks down at Anderson who’s laying on her side. Lip readers can tell Nevaeh’s saying “How?” She rises up, pulling Anderson to her feet, and catches her with a quick jab to the temple, then another, and another. Nevaeh continues to target Anderson’s head, knowing the repercussions, and then she lands a kick to the midsection. Lifting Anderson up, Nevaeh sends her crashing down with “Blitzed” (Sunset Flip Powerbomb) and transitions right into a pin attempt!

One!

Two!!

T-h-r-e--

The Sweetheart Esper gets her shoulder up AGAIN!

Matt Salvatore: Jesus, Mary, and Joseph, where DOES she find the power to do this?!

Nick Hanson: I don’t know! Order 66, Blitzed, and Sativa STILL can’t keep Danni’s shoulders down for the three!

The Blood Countess cannot believe this. How was Danielle still fighting?! The fans are clearly behind the Champion, trying to rally her on. Gritting her teeth, Nevaeh brings herself to stand up. She looks down at Anderson, who is barely moving, her chest rising and falling to simply breathe. Nevaeh’s eyes then fix themselves to one of the corners of the ring. She moves to ascend the ropes until she perches herself at the top. Anderson’s stirring to life, turning on her side and pressing her hands down on the mat to try and push herself up. The fans watch as Nevaeh stands on the top rope and calls out--

Sativa Nevaeh: I’m a Leaf on the Wind!

--in the midst of this, Anderson suddenly moves--

The Crowd: Watch how I soar!

--then Nevaeh takes off for “Leaf on the Wind” (Phoenix Splash)! However, she’s caught in midair by Anderson’s take on Terry Bogard’s “Crack Shoot!” (Frontflip Kick) and the shocking force sends her crashing against the turnbuckles! The fans are going absolutely CRAZY!

Nick Hanson: Oh MY GOD!

Matt Salvatore: Holy fucking shit!! How the-- what the-- where the--

The Collision commentary team are left in shock and awe. They’re not sure what to make of this. The fans, however, clearly express what they think.

The Crowd: Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit! Holy shit!

Their chanting goes on and on. Everyone who is able to stand IS standing. Everyone watches in anticipation as both Danni and Sativa are down. The referee checks on the ladies before he starts the official ten-count.

“One!”

“Two!”

Neither woman is showing any sign of a quick recovery. As a matter of fact, they’re only stirring.

“Three!”

“Four!”

The referee looks to the Challenger, then the Champion. Sativa is coming to, reaching out towards the bottom and middle ropes. Meanwhile, Danni is also utilizing the ropes to pull herself up, taking to the same corner of the ring.

“Five!”

“Six!”

As Danni climbs the turnbuckles, Sativa forces herself to her feet using the ropes. The count stops at “Seven!” when Sativa realizes Danni is positioning herself on the top. She attacks Danni, who’s holding on. When another strike comes, Danni blocks it and kicks Sativa back. In a swift, fluid motion, Danni launches herself from the top rope and lets out a battle cry--

Danni Anderson: POWER DUNK!

She nails Terry Bogard’s “Power Dunk!” (Jumping Supergirl Punch), instantly flooring Darth Ganja! The fans burst into loud cheers that resonate throughout the arena. Somehow rolling the landing, the Pink Sugarplum Fairy brings herself to her feet, one hand cradling her head. She then lowers that hand and calls for Sativa to get up. Sativa almost seems to respond on cue, gathering herself after that midair counter. Staggering, turning around, she can’t stop Danni from charging in and taking her for a wild spin, dragging her onto the mat with “Pink Sugar (Arm) Attack” (a la Myzteziz’s La Mistica)!

Matt Salvatore: SERIOUSLY?! Where the hell does Anderson find the willpower to do this?!

Nick Hanson: She is the NFW World Heavyweight Champion for a reason, Matt! Remember, in one-on-one competition, she’s two-and-oh against Sativa Nevaeh!

Danni holds on as if for dear life, while Sativa hisses through the agony. The fans are rallying behind the Champion, but the followers of the Kingdom are holding out for the Challenger.

The Crowd: Let’s go, Danni! Let’s go, Sativa! Let’s go, Danni! Let’s go, Sativa! Let’s go, Danni! Let’s go, Sativa!

The chants are resonating within Madison Square Garden. Inside of the ring, Sativa is kicking, trying to amp herself up. When the referee checks on her, she refuses to give up. Even with one free arm and Danni trying to reinforce the submission, the Veteran drags them both towards the ropes. The agonizing seconds go by as Sativa fights through the pain. She’s able to grab the bottom rope with her free hand, cuing the referee to start a five-count.

“One!”

Two!”

“Three!”

Almost reluctantly, Danni releases Sativa’s arm at “Four!” and leans back on the mat. She’s confused, dazed even moreso, and still she gathers herself. Sativa, meanwhile, is trying to shake off the agony in her right arm as she rises to her feet. A knife-edge chop forces her attention onto the Champion, who bashes her with a forearm strike. Danni looks to Irish whip Sativa towards the ropes, but Sativa blocks the attempt with a back elbow right against Danni’s temple. Instinctively, Danni holds her head, her vision perhaps blurring, and she’s whipped to the ropes, herself. Sativa drops her with a reverse STO into a Koji Clutch, better known as--

Nick Hanson: Nighty Night!

Matt Salvatore: Okay, this has GOT to be it, Nick! Sativa’s got it locked in on Danni and they’re dead center!

Forced into an extremely dangerous position, Anderson is trapped in the center of the ring. The faraway look returns to her eyes as Nevaeh tightens the hold. Her pink Converse-wearing feet are kicking the mat for a brief moment before she has the self-awareness to stop. It’s almost doing the opposite effect, tiring her out, her energy slowly leaving her. Still, Anderson tries to push herself with one hand, her other hand grasping Nevaeh’s leg in an attempt to relieve the pressure. The Champion’s world must be spinning because she’s beginning to fade. The referee asks if she wants to stop. Even the fans are showing concern, though some of them keep trying to rally her on. To their surprise, Anderson refuses. Nevaeh shakes her head and feels the smaller woman slowly crawl backwards!

Despite her own efforts to strengthen the hold, the pain in Nevaeh’s right arm is wearing on her constitution. After several seconds of struggle and resistance, she feels Anderson slipping out of her grasp. It’s just enough for Anderson to stretch her left leg out and put her foot on the bottom rope! The fans are cheering aloud; they never want this match to end. Nevaeh can’t believe it. At the commentary table, Salvatore can’t believe it. When the referee begins to count, Nevaeh grits her teeth and releases the hold. She rolls over and clutches her arm in her left hand. Meanwhile, Anderson rolls out of the ring, instinctively using her arms to shield her head before the fall. The referee checks on Nevaeh, then he leans over the top rope to check on Anderson. It’s become clear the ladies are running on fumes. As the Champion is out of the ring, the referee has no choice but to start a ten-count for her.

“One!”

“Two!”

Matt Salvatore: For the love of… for the sake of your health, Danni, stay down.

Anderson turns to lay on her back, holding her head and staring up at the bright lights.

“Three!”

“Four!”

Nick Hanson: She’s proving herself to be a fighting champion, but at what cost…?

Inside of the ring, Nevaeh is on her feet, looking on in disbelief as Anderson pushes herself to get up. She visibly flinches when Anderson nearly falls over in the process of rising to her feet.

Sativa Nevaeh: Don’t do this to yourself...

“Five!”

“Six!”

Using the ropes, Anderson pulls herself onto the ring apron. She draws a deep yet shaky breath, exhales sharply, then another, calmer deep breath.

“Seven!”

“Eight!”

Nevaeh shakes her head and moves in to strike, but Anderson blocks the shot. She blocks the next shot and suddenly retaliates with a forearm smash to Nevaeh’s head, staggering her back. Anderson brings herself into the ring, ending the referee’s count, and she kicks Nevaeh in the midsection. The fans witness the Semper Fairy utilize the ropes to pull off a move not in her arsenal, but in someone else’s!

Nick Hanson: That’s… that’s one of Damon Cross’s finishing moves! Black Crucifixion!!

Matt Salvatore: I… I give up on trying to figure out where the hell Danni Anderson gets her willpower from!

Anderson’s variation of the slingshot falcon arrow is rather devastating. She nearly falls going for the cover on Nevaeh, tiredly hooking the leg, and the fans count with the referee.

ONE!

TWO!

. . .

NEVAEH GETS HER SHOULDER UP RIGHT BEFORE THE THREE!

The fans are in shock, but no more than Danielle Anderson. She turns over, eyes wide as she cradles her head in her hands. There’s a slight wince in her movements, but she’s pushing herself to rise up. On her feet, she almost aimlessly checks her surroundings.

Matt Salvatore: Anderson’s either stunned in disbelief or stunned from the punishment she’s taken in this match.

Nick Hanson: I’m still trying to figure out how Nevaeh got her shoulder up. Black Crucifixion is such a devastating finisher.

Matt Salvatore: Yeah, but Anderson’s not as strong as Cross is. She needs to stick with her own guns...

Nick Hanson: I think she’s going to do just that, Matt!

The Sweetheart Esper’s eyes focus on one of the corners of the ring. She makes her way over and begins to ascend the turnbuckles. One foot is set on the top rope, but before she can place her other foot upon it, she wobbles. Anderson tightly grips the top ropes and shakes her head, trying to recalibrate her senses. Behind her, Nevaeh has been moving, trying to gather all the energy she can muster. She becomes aware of where Anderson is what she’s trying to do. Once Anderson’s focus is back, she’s able to balance herself on the top turnbuckle. She takes flight, looking to end the match with “A.D.H.D.” (Double Rotation Moonsault)!

Darth Ganja is able to move out of the way!

Even at the last second, Anderson lands on her feet!!

The Champion and the Challenger look towards one another, almost frozen in time. In a desperate recovery, Anderson rushes towards Nevaeh, looking for “Big-Bada-BOOM!” (Spinning Knee Strike)! However, Nevaeh evades and capitalizes on the Champion with “Got ‘Em!” (a la Randy Orton’s RKO)! Anderson comes crashing down onto the mat!

Matt Salvatore: GOT ‘EM!

Nick Hanson: A powerful signature move that also targets the head! T-this could be it!

Nevaeh rolls over onto her side, looking over at Anderson’s prone form. She reaches out and slowly turns Anderson’s body over. Once again, her eyes are glazed over, staring aimlessly at the ceiling lights. With every blink, with every breath, she tries to move but to no avail. Not wasting any more time, Nevaeh rises to her feet and climbs the turnbuckles of the same corner. The referee briefly checks on Anderson before he moves out of the way. The fans watch as Nevaeh stands on the top turnbuckle and takes the leap of faith--

Nick Hanson: Sonic Screwdriver!!

Matt Salvatore: You did good, kid, but your reign...

Nevaeh lands the “Sonic Screwdriver” (Corkscrew 630 Senton) on Anderson! Laying back, she goes for the cover and hooks the leg, Anderson’s shoulders pinned down on the mat for the…

ONE!

TWO!!

. . .

THREE!!!

Ding, ding, ding!

Matt Salvatore: ...is over.

There’s quite the mixture of reactions from the fans. Boos, cheers, and applause all around. YSSY’s Eighties Synthwave cover of the Mandalorian Theme resonates from the PA system while Nevaeh tiredly rolls off of Anderson.

Roger Arden: “Ladies and gentlemen! Here is your winner… and the NEW NFW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION, “Tha Ganja Goddess” SATIVAAAAAAAAAA NEVAEH!”

Nick Hanson: By God, she did it!! Tha Ganja Goddess has done it again!!

Matt Salvatore: Behold! The! Kingdom! I told ya she’d do it!

As her music continues, the referee presents Sativa with the World Heavyweight Championship belt. The new champion promptly raises the title over head, giving a triumphant yell to the crowd that’s booing her mercilessly. As she lowers the belt, however, she turns to see Danni Anderson trying to get back to her feet. It’s a tense moment as Sativa stalks her way over to her opponent, watching her. However, at the most tense of moments, with Danni pausing on one knee, Sativa reaches down and helps her up to her feet. There’s a tense stare down between the two before….

Nick Hanson: Oh, no. What’s going on now? You won the match, Sativa. What more do you want?

Matt Salvatore: About to make sure she recognizes who’s real top dog around here! Make sure she Beholds--

Sativa pulls Danni into a hug and the two friends embrace to the approval of the audience! We can’t hear it, but Sativa’s holding Danni by the back of the neck, pressing their foreheads together as she commends her for the battle.

Nick Hanson: There we go! That’s what I’m talking about! Hug it out, you two! That’s what everyone was hoping for!

Matt Salvatore: Ehh, I can dig that. I’ll drink to it, later.

They hug again and Sativa then helps Danni out of the ring. Just as they reach the ramp, Damon Cross comes hurrying down from the stage, letting Sativa know he’ll take it from there. Danni steps away from Sativa, towards Damon where the crowd gasps as she finally collapses, but Damon catches her! He steadies her on her feet and helps her backstage while Sativa watches them go. She returns to inside the ring again to continue her earned celebration, raising the title from the turnbuckle as red, gold and silver confetti streamers fall from the ceiling as the credits roll on the bottom of the screen.

Nick Hanson: Well, folks, we hope you enjoyed tonight’s action! We’ll be right back tomorrow with more Wrestle War XVII!! We’ve still got loads more to bring you but that’s it for our first day! For Matt Salvatore, I’m Nick Hanson! We’ll see you tomorrow, ladies and gentlemen!

Winner: (New Champion) Sativa Nevaeh
Result: Pinfall

Last Edit: Dec 17, 2020 7:06:59 GMT -8 by Steven Brody, CEO

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