NFW Wrestling #30 - Philadelphia, PA! 2/25/2019!

The intro to the show rolls, showcasing the brand's top stars and current reigning champions.

- Chris Wolfe slaps the TV Championship in front of the camera.

- Among the Renegades, Tyler Grey holds the Jr. Heavyweight Championship proudly on his shoulder with a scowl at the camera. Serena Frost seductively smooches the front plate of the Women's Television Championship. Julian Morrison sits to the side of Serena while Tyson Law stands beside Tyler in the back, flipping the middle finger but pointing it down as he sneers arrogantly at the camera.

- As the next flash shows the Great White North together with Scott Leroux sitting in a chair, kicked back like the cocky Tapout King, he is flanked on either side by William Mannheim and Pitt. Kennedy Campbell sits in Leroux's lap while El Piso Mojado throws up a 'C' with one hand. Next to Mannheim, Rick Dickulous 'shoots the gun' at the camera as he holds the Silver Mountain Championship on his shoulder.

- Alex Brody, holds the Women's Championship up by her head with an adorable but confident smile With an arm over her shoulders, Erin Mercer points to Alex and throws the metal horns.

- Judas Lasher wears the Heavyweight Championship around his waist while posing on his knees with his arms out. A satisfied snarl on his face as Alessandra Augustino stands behind him. Around him stand Doomsday and Belphegor - Ultra-Violence - displaying their Tag Team Championship belts as they scowl through their masks. Also with them are the rest of the Dominion of Pain, to include Crimson Sabre and LeeAnn Viskan displaying the Mixed Tag Team Championship belts. On LeeAnn's other shoulder is one half of the Women's Tag Team Championship while Lara Blackheart, looking darker in personality with a more arrogant smirk, displays her half of the Women's Tag titles. On either side of this gathering, Buzzsaw calmly flexes a fist and grips the wrist of that hand, scowling from under his mask. On the opposite side, looking ever so dark and enigmatic, Ethan Skinner smirks evilly at the camera with a hand out to the camera, beckoning viewers as....

We cut to the inside of the Michael J. Hagan Arena and the camera pans over the audience as the pyro goes off on the stage. Nick Hanson and James Reynolds greet the viewers.

HANSON
"Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! I'm Nick Hanson! My broadcast partner, as always, James Reynolds! THIS! IS! NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING, FOLKS!"

REYNOLDS
"It has been a craaaaaaazy week, Nicky!"

HANSON
"You said it, Jim! We had to delay our schedule by a week. An unfortunate hiccup in the booking department but nonetheless here we are! We're so glad to have you with us, folks!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, we needed to rent out a damn basketball stadium!! HOWEVER!!"

HANSON
"However, what?"

REYNOLDS
"Oh you know, what."

HANSON
"Do I?"

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhh you know damn well what I'm talking about, Nicky! You forget to check social media?"

HANSON
"Ohhhhhhhhh!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhh!! Now you remember! I got this one, Nicky. Guys and gals, no doubt if you follow Twitter and you watch our show, then more than likely, you follow some of your favorite NFW superstars accounts. Well!! Someone PLEASE tell me what's going on with Lara Blackheart!!"

HANSON
"I have noooooo idea, Jim!"

REYNOLDS
"Well let's show them, Nicky!"



REYNOLDS
"Look at this!"



REYNOLDS
"And this! She came out of NOWHERE!! OUT! OF! NOWHERE, NICKY!! Just hating on everybody!! Saying she's gonna own NFW! Typical Dominion of Pain shit, if ya ask me! And she's been showing massive disrespect to those who are close to her! I have to admit, while I'm not a fan of the Dominion...it's kinda hot. And she knows it! See? Check these out!"



REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhhh BABY, LOOK AT THAT!! Girl's got it going ON!!"

HANSON
"Of course that's what you focus on. What you're not pointing out is that she's had friends and loved ones. Those who have been like family to her, trying to get an explanation out of her and she's just been giving them the cold shoulder! I don't know where this is coming from but this is NOT the America's Sweetheart Lara Blackheart. This is...something new!"

REYNOLDS
"This is Dr. Feelgood Lara Blackheart, Nicky!! And boy do I feel good seeing this new sass! I might become a Dominion of Pain fan! Maybe...maybe not. Probably not. Just a Lara fan. Hey Lara, how you doing, hot stuff? Call me!"

HANSON
"You're sick, Jim. Absolutely sick!"

REYNOLDS
"I embrace it."

HANSON
"I'm sure you do. Anyway, folks. We've got quite a card lined up. We've got the debut of "The Ragman" Jag'hatai D'habi."

REYNOLDS
"That is one weird dude, Nicky, but good LORD is Elizavetta Von Dutch FINE!! Can't wait!!"

HANSON
(rolling his eyes at Reynolds)
"We've got a strap match. Ethan Skinner from the Dominion of Pain versus Tyson Law from The Renegades. They've been going back and forth on social media ever since the Renegades attacked Ethan Skinner in the parking lot following our last broadcast. Tonight! It comes to a close."

REYNOLDS
"Beat that ass, Tyson! You got this!"

HANSON
"We've got a championship match. Women's Television Championship on the line. Our inaugural Women's TV Champion, Serena Frost, will defend against Trina Tanaka. Mind you folks, speaking of Serena Frost, it would appear she has earned the ire of one Angel Kusanagi."

REYNOLDS
"I'll say! That is one crazy chick, Nicky! Let's look at social media again! Check these out!"



REYNOLDS
"What the hell is she getting at?! What does she want?!"

HANSON
"I have nooooo idea, but hopefully we'll find out. And speaking of Lara Blackheart again, we'll see her in action! She'll be taking on Erin Mercer! You can call it a rematch from the Queen of the Ring. Lara demanded action against a proper opponent from Steven Brody or she walked out of NFW. Erin Mercer stepped up and said 'you want a fight? You can have one!'"

REYNOLDS
"Thank you, Erin Mercer, for keeping Lara Blackheart with us!"

HANSON
"We've also got Julian Morrison and Tyler Grey of the Renegades versus Max LeBrun, their former leader and Chris Wolfe. They've got scores to settle with both men and it's gonna happen tonight!"

REYNOLDS
"And let's talk about my boy CFT!! He's back and ready for action!"

HANSON
"Yes, indeed. Our main event folks. A triple threat match between Shelley Silver, the returning Clarence Fletcher Townsend, and Silver Mountain Champion, Rick Dickulous!"

REYNOLDS
"And when my boy CFT wins, he gets a shot at the Silver Mountain Championship at March Misery!"

HANSON
"IF he wins, it'll become a triple threat match at March Misery for the title. But, right now folks, let's take it to the back where Josh Davidson is standing by with Connor K and AKI!"

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*In the backstage area, we see Connor talking with AKI, trying to go over match strategy when the cameraman moves up to them. We see Connor in street clothes still sporting a sling for his arm and shoulder and AKI looking down, focusing intently.*


"Connor K? Tonight, AKI is in the ring with T-Hawk. Now, the history between you two and Suzukigun is well documented, but tonight's match goes beyond that history, tonight...," the off-camera interviewer starts before Connor steps in front with his hands up in front of him.


"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Look man, I know what you're gonna say. Tonight, yeah there's the whole shit with Suzukigun. But this is more for AKI and his chance to move back up the card and into title contention. T-Hawk? You and AKI have a long history going back to your time before NFW. Tonight, you represent a chance for AKI to move up the ladder, in spite of his results with Cole from before. Tonight, man, you're just another...," Connor trails off as he and AKI look in the distance off-camera.


"What? You want some of this now?" Connor says as he and AKI square up.


*The camera pans to the right and there's an audible boo from the crowd as we see Paul Heyman standing in front of Shingo Takagi, T-Hawk, and Havok. Heyman stands there with a confident grin on his face.*


"Gentlemen, gentlemen, gentlemen. Why must you always assume that there's going to be some sort of altercation when these men come around. Now sure, in the past, things may have escalated. But that's in the past. You see? We're moving on to bigger and better things. You may want to get in touch with that loner Nico Salvatore. Tell him what it's like to cross the path of Suzukigun, and he's alone in doing it. You, Connor? You and AKI had the likes of Shelton Benjamin and the McKeesport Mafia supporting you. And look at you now. Arm in a sling, rehabbing a slight rotator cuff tear. No, we're not here to dredge up the past with you two, because you two are behind us. Now AKI, you're looking to move up the ladder, right? Well, I see at least two gentlemen behind me, who say otherwise. Tonight, AKI, you're a Night Ride away from going further down the card. You'll need to change your address to Anderson, South Carolina and get some advise from Bill and Randy Mulkey," Heyman says confidently before turning to the camera.

"As for you, Nico Salvatore? You're really going to go through with this, aren't you? You really want to try your hand and get to Havok. Well, this man, Shingo Takagi, is looking to get a piece of you. Don't look past this man in your journey to get to Havok. This man can go with the heavyweights just as effectively as he can go with the light heavyweights. This man is looking to get himself up the ladder just like everybody else, and he's looking to use you to get himself up to that next level. And, if by the grace of the man upstairs, you somehow manage to get past Shingo, then, well, you may find yourself on this man's radar," Heyman says sternly as the camera zooms in on Havok, who remains emotionless, before going back to Heyman.


"But you know? That's for down the line. Let's bring it back here tonight. AKI? You want to jump back in to this and go after T-Hawk to do it, fine. We can do that. And Nico? This man Shingo is waiting for you as well. And Connor? Well, how long is it going to be before we see you back in that ring again?" Heyman says with a chuckle. "You might want to step back and get out of the way of all this and go back home to your mother so she can take care of your widdle arm and shoulder,: Heyman says mockingly as Connor steps up to him, prompting Heyman to abruptly stop.


"I don't need two arms to shut you up. I just need your boys to step back and leave you alone for five minutes and I can end you in that ring with one arm," Connor says.


"Yeah? That's not going to happen. By the way, how's your shoulder?" Heyman asks before Havok reaches over and Connor an overhead punch to Connor's injured shoulder, causing Connor to crumple to the ground as AKI leans down to check on him. Several road agents come in to lead Heyman and Suzukigun away.


"Hey Connor, your shoulder's not doing to great now, is it?" Heyman yells off-camera with a laugh as they're lead down the hall and the camera zooms in on the agents tending to Connor on the ground, shaking his head to himself.


"Fine...," Connor starts in between winces as he slowly stands himself up.


"The receipt's coming tonight...," Connor mutters to himself as the camera shifts focus back to the arena.

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AKI defeated T-Hawk, by pinfall, in an 11:48 contest that saw AKI's frustration with everything going on with Suzuki-gun seeming to come to a head. While jarring for dominance on the top turnbuckle, AKI countered a Superplex from T-Hawk, sending him face and belly down to the mat. T-Hawk reactively clutched his midsection as he recoiled up into a sitting position, inadvertently setting himself up for....

HANSON
"Watch out, Jim! You know AKI's not gonna stay up there!"

REYNOLDS
"No sir!!"

AKI came leaping off the top, delivering a thunderous---

HANSON
"RYUSSEEEEEEEIIIIIII!!!!!!! HE HOOKS THE LEGS!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"There you go, AKI!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WOW!!!"

HANSON
"Paul Heyman and Suzuki-gun have been breathing down AKI and Connor K's necks. I think AKI just sent them a message. 'You're not beating us that easy! You want a war? You've got one!'"

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As the camera turns on, Lady Elizavetta Von Dutch and Jag’hatai D’habi are to be found in the work out area of the Hagan arena, as “The Ragman” is rushed over and over again by four to five men. Punching at them with Pankration, or tossing them around like rag dolls with every type of suplex you can think of, it is obvious he is preparing for his match coming up against his mystery opponent. Noticing the cameras coming closer to her location she opens her spoked umbrella and smiles at them.

“Evening everyone out there in TV Land“ she begins ”we are just pleased as punch, literally, to have our first match here in the New Frontier Wrestling. The list of possible opponents is staggering. Let me read this over for you. “

Reaching into the black stocking on her right arm, she producers a piece of paper, all the while her wrestler in the background moves from his many styles of actual wrestling with casual ease.

She continues “Nick Jackson, Matt Jackson, Vincent Stone, The Crimson Sabre, El Piso Mojado, Adam Cole, TAKA Michonoku, El Desperado, Kyle Smalls. Any one of these men are worthy opponents. Only one of them gets to step in the ring with The Ragman, however. Who will it be? Only time will tell.” She giggles as the man she handles comes over and whispers in her ear oblivious of the camera. Just then he notices and he nods at the camera, once, walks over and picks up his towel and heads to the showers. She walks away from the camera, and turns beckoning it to follow. The camera follows her outside and finds her sitting down at a hookah.

“You see” she blows out smoke “we truly don’t care. There are a few facts that people need to realize. Fact one, no matter the outcome Jag’hatai will offer you the handshake of a warrior, of a true man. What you do with that will be up to you. This is before and after the match. Fact Two, try as you might, whoever you may be, you won’t win. Lastly fact three, as sure as I am sitting here, being the spokeswoman for the newest and hottest free agent on the market, Jag hatai D’habi, you are in for a wrestling session. This won’t be with tables ladders and chairs, and all that nonsense. THAT is not wrestling. It will be one fall, to the finish, between two warriors, two men, and Jag’hatai will be the one with his arm raised. See you soon mystery opponent. Prepare to be, Whipped.”

The last sentence obviously referencing Clotho’s Whip, Jag Hatai’s finishing manouvere. The cameras wind down and fade to black with Elizavetta just sitting with her hookah, staring off into the sunset in a fine Philadelphia evening.

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Returning from a commercial break, the camera panned over the Philadelphia arena.

HANSON
"Alright, Jim! You ready for a debut match?!"

REYNOLDS
"I'm ready if it means I get to see Elizavetta Von Dutch again. Mmmm-MMH!!"

HANSON
"Jesus, Jim...."

As the conversation continued, the lights went dark throughout the arena with colorful strobe lights sweeping over the crowd as Evilwave's "Wakanda" came on over the speakers.



HANSON
"And here we go! Here comes NFW's newest Jr. Heavyweight! The Ragman!!!"

REYNOLDS
"What's his name again?"

HANSON
"Jag'hatai D'habi, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"Jaguar what?"

HANSON
"Jag'hatai D'habi, Jim."

Nick Hanson repeated, slower for Jim.

REYNOLDS
"I'm just gonna call him the Ragman."

HANSON
"And well, there he is! Check that out!"

Rather than coming from the ramp where Elizavetta Von Dutch was gracefully making her way down, Jag'hatai D'habi appeared up in the nosebleed section of the audience as a search light hit the crowd and illuminated his position. He was already moving amongs the audience, fully garbed in his apocalyptic survivor-esque gear as he casually made his way through rows of fans and down towards the ring.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, making his way to the ring, accompanied by LADY Elizavetta Von Dutch!! From Hell, Michigan!! Weighing in at one hundred and eighty-five pounds!! He is "The Ragman"...JAG'HATAAAAAIIIII D'HAAAAAABIIIIIIIII!!!!"

Jag'hatai D'habi continued his approach to the ring, but was in no rush as he moved through rows of fans and down the steps before circling the ring. It took just about the entire length of his entrance track before he finally slid into the ring and stood up slowly in the center as Elizavetta Von Dutch assisted in removing his ring gear. She took his coat off before he removed his gas mask and tattered t-shirt, moving to his corner.

HANSON
"How's that for an entrance, huh Jimmy?!"

REYNOLDS
"...I'm not gonna lie, that was pretty cool. But what the hell took him so long?! What, he can't find the ring wearing that mask?!"

HANSON
"Hey, the fans loved it, Nicky. It's like they got a dubstep show between matches!"

REYNOLDS
"Well, I wanna know who his opponent is!"

HANSON
"I certainly do, as well! Ms. Von Dutch asked for a mystery opponent to prove he can take on any challenge at the drop of a hat! Let's see who it is!"



HANSON & REYNOLDS
"OHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

REYNOLDS
"OH, MAN, NICKY!!"

From the curtain, as it parted, El Desperado emerged, carrying his guitar over one shoulder, wearing a Suzuki-gun cut off tee with his Mariachi-esque ring gear. Piercing white eyes stared through his mask down at the ring as the man slowly shook his head with a lack of amusement.

ARDEN
"His opponent!! Representing Suzuki-gun!! He weighs in at one hundred and ninety eight pounds! ELLLLLLLL DESPEEEEERAAAAAAAADOOOOOOOOO!!!"

El Desperado certainly wasted no time in getting to the ring, either. Not out of any fear for his mysterious opponent. It was just how the man was as he took a leisurely, arrogant stroll to the ring, silently scowling at fans as he reached the ring and began circling around it. In doing so, he passed by Elizavetta Von Dutch, sizing the woman up with an eventual slow nod of his head.

REYNOLDS
"I think Despy likes what he sees, Nicky!"

HANSON
"Maybe so. He's certainly eyeballing her!"

Passing her up, El Desperado removed his guitar from his shoulder and twirled it in his hand, catching it by the neck in his other hand before carefully setting it down in the corner. When he entered the ring, he performed his usual split and backwards slide before popping up into a handspring and landing in a pose onto his knee. Again, he looked over at Elizavetta Von Dutch and nodded...arrogantly.

REYNOLDS
"Oh yeah, he's digging Ms. Von Dutch, Nicky!"

HANSON
"He better focus on the guy she brought to the ring."

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El Desperado certainly did turn all of his focus on Jag'hatai D'habi once the bell rang. Jag'hatai's offer of a handshake before the match was returned, merely, with El Desperado giving his gentlemen's bow pose, clearly mocking. The second Jag'hatai turned his gaze to Elizavetta Von Dutch as if to show his disappointment in his opponent's lack of sportsmanship, El Desperado struck! Laying into The Ragman with a kick to the midsection and following up with stiff forearms to the boos of the crowd.

It didn't take long, however, for Jag'hatai D'habi to show he was no slouch and he quickly turned the tables, firing back with shots of his own before beginning to straight up wrestle El Desperado. Wrestle as in, performing an array of various suplexes and takedowns on the Japanese luchadore.

El Desperado definitely responded with his own wrestling prowess, putting Jag'hatai's technique to the test. After a length of 15:18, Jag'hatai D'habi ended the match with his finisher, Cloth's Whip - Irish whipping El Desperado hard into the turnbuckle where his chest hit the padding hard enough to send him reeling back. As he turned on impulse, Jag'hatai was already coming out of the corner where he hit El Desperado with a flying shoulder tackle, completing the combination and hooking the leg!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"And Jag'hatai D'habi wins his debut match, here in NFW!! VERY impressive!!"

REYNOLDS
"Now THAT's what I call wrestling, Nicky! I was blown away!"

HANSON
"He's got a bright future ahead of him if that's how he handles his opponents! Oh wait, now. Look at this."

Inside the ring, as "Wakanda" played, Jag'hatai D'habi waited for El Desperado to get to his feet where he offered another handshake. Again, El Desperado dismissed him. This time, waving him off in frustration as he exited the ring, leaving Elizavetta Von Dutch to enter the ring and congratulate Jag'hatai on his win.

REYNOLDS
"El Desperado doesn't seem too happy about losing to the new guy, Nicky."

HANSON
"Definitely not, Jim, because here he comes back into the ring!"

As Elizavetta Von Dutch turned her head, she let out a startled sound and backed out of the way. This alerted Jag'hatai D'habi who spun around and quickly evaded a guitar shot from El Desperado. The guitar bounced off of the top rope, causing him to recoil back right into Jag'hatai's arms for a release German Suplex. El Desperado and his guitar went FLYING across the ring and the man retreated again to the pop of the crowd.

HANSON
"WHOA!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"DAMN!!!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

Grabbing his guitar out of the ring, El Desperado retreated up the ramp as Elizavetta Von Dutch stood beside Jag'hatai with a confident smile. Beside her, Jag'hatai just looked silently at El Desperado as if asking him 'what, you want some more?' The crowd continued going nuts for the new name in NFW as the shot cut away.

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The caption at the top of the screen reads:

[02/14/2019. Valentine's Day Evening]

The camera pans through the room, it appears to be a living room. At first we seen a five point buck silver statue with a fire behind it and slave collars around its neck. Above it on the high mantle piece are three crystal glasses, with black tiles and a chin height candelabra with 5 black candles lit. The camera further panning to the right, we see Ethan sitting on his bed, clove cigarette in one hand and a book in the other. He appears to be sitting under a plethora of lights falling just above his head in the shape of a mushroom. The can be seen a opened bottle of white wine in the foreground as he begins to speak.

“It appears I am alone tonight, for the first time in five years. Must have been the recent attack that has put today in stark contrast. Ya see for most folks today is about love. Love, the problem is most people think they know what love is, but they are sadly lying to themselves. Love is one of the most intense feelings felt by man; another is hate. Forcing yourself to feel indiscriminate love is very unnatural. If you try to love everyone you only lessen your feelings for those who deserve your love. Repressed hatred can lead to many physical and emotional ailments. By learning to release your hatred towards those who deserve it, you cleanse yourself of these malignant emotions and need not take your pent-up hatred out on your loved ones. I mean truly Why should I not hate mine enemies―if I "love" them does that not place me at their mercy? Tyson Law, and all the current pack of Retrogrades., you are mine enemies. And know this, I truly hate you.”

Getting off the bed and head over to the white wine, pouring himself another and standing near the fire, looking down at the camera and smirking.

“I will admit when I am wrong. I was wrong in thinking you four cretans would actually stoop so low as to all attack me at once. When a Satanist commits a wrong, he realizes that is it natural to make a mistake―and if he is truly sorry about what he has done, he will learn from it and take care not to do the same thing again. If he is not honestly sorry about what he has done, and knows he will do the same thing over and over, he has no business confessing and asking forgiveness in the first place. I won’t be misjudging you four again, yet I have NO interest in asking for any forgiveness for the past, and I definitely won’t be asking for my sins in the future, because you will get what is coming to you, at my hand. Which brings me to the next order of business. The Strap match against *mocking Judge Dredd voice* The Law”.

Ethan takes a sip slowly of his likely expensive wine and closes his eyes letting it savor on his tongue before swallowing.

“Hope Tyson, hope is all you have left now. Blessed are the destroyers of false hope for they are the True Messiahs. In that respect Tyson I am blessed, because come this match in the city of Brotherly Love, I will show you why hate is better. I will show you why hope is fleeting and why your career here is nearly finished. You have entered my world and as the saying goes, abandon all hope, for ye have entered. This is the last I shall say to you until we meet in what I am sure if a long and protracted WAR. There are many who would take my time; I shun them. There are some who share my time; I am entertained by them. There are precious few who contribute to my time; I cherish them. Consider yourself shunned.

Ethan turns away from the camera man and says casually over his shoulder. “Leave now Six, I wish to be alone.”

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As the show came back from commercial, the camera opened on NFW Co-GM Savannah Hayes, standing in the middle of the ring. Wearing a sharp white suit, and her trademark heels, the statuesque blonde waved to the crowd before lifting the microphone to her mouth.

"As you know, when I took this position, I promised I would turn the women's division into the hottest part of NFW. And I meant that. Part of my contract entitles me to sign any female talent I wish, and I've been scouring the globe in search of new, exciting talent to bring to you all. And today, I'm proud to bring you the first major reward for that research."

"As most of you know, Japan is consistently a fertile ground for amazing wrestling talent, and I have found three of the most promising young female talents there to bring to you. Ladies and gentlemen... I bring to you... Yuka Hirata, Masami Nishikiyama and Kayako Kazama, The Super Bitch Squad!"

REYNOLDS
"Here we go, Nicky! I've been waiting for this ever since word came out!"

A decent sounding pop resonated from the audience. Not too deafening, but mostly from the scattered fans who were familiar with Japan's independent circuit.



The arena darkened with WagakkiBand's "Senbonzakura" starting at the same instant. At the 0:18 mark, multicolored lights began to flash around the stage and ramp. Shortly after, at 0:24, the three members of Super Bitch Squad (SBS) emerged from the curtain to a louder reception.

First came the energetic, bubbly Kayako Kazama. Dressed in a knee length plaid skirt, Chuck Taylor sneakers and a simple, black Maximum the Hormone t-shirt - her hair bouncing behind her in a ponytail - Kayako wore a smile that could have practically lit up the darkened arena at that time. Bouncing excitedly, she waved to the audience.

REYNOLDS
"Oh my, she is just ADORABLE!!"

HANSON
"She's definitely an energetic little thing!"

As Kayko bounced and waved, the curtain parted behind her and out walked Masami Nishikiyama, wearing a fashionable dark grey women's suit with pants and a black blouse. The 5'7" young woman - tallest of the team - smiled radiantly and waved politely to the audience.

REYNOLDS
"Whoa! Helloooo mama!"

HANSON
"Easy, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"Look at the way she carries herself, Nicky! Oozing confidence!"

Finally, out came Yuka Hirata, wearing black pants that hugged onto her figure for dear life, a black S7ICK CHICKS, cut-off t-shirt, black combat boots, and an unzipped black hoodie with the hood down. Her own hair was tied back in a simple ponytail with her bangs fallen on either side of her face.

REYNOLDS
"Oh my...."

HANSON
"Stop, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"OH-HOOOOOO MYYYY!!!"

HANSON
"Jim! Knock it off!"

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhhhh YES!!!! WE GOT ANOTHER BAD GIRL, NICKY!!! I LOVE BAD GIRLS!!!! LOOK AT THAT FACE!!! She's already ready to kick someone's ass!"

Once all three had appeared, they stood side by side, taking in the sight of the crowd and the arena they were all in. After a moment, Yuka looked over her shoulder to see the banner up on the video wall and calmly motioned for Masami and Kayako to look.



Masami's jaw dropped with a hand going over her heart. It even looked like tears of joy were welling up in her eyes but she managed to compose herself. Contrary to this reaction, Kayako absolutely lost it and squealed with excitement. The girl jumping up and down, clapping her hands together before the three finally made their way towards the ring. On the way down, Kayako tried to touch as many hands as possible. Masami and Yuka also greeted the fans, albeit much more calm and collected than their stablemate. Reaching the ring, the three stopped and Yuka looked sideways at the fans with a smirk on her face...before running forward and entering the ring the way indie fans would recognize, jumping and sliding in sideways on her back before popping up onto a knee. There was that pop, again, from those who were familiar with them. Meanwhile, Masami gracefully ascended the steps and entered the ring normally while Kayako did her own characteristically known entrance - rounding to the right side of the ring and climbing up onto the apron where it looked like she was about to slip. Instead, she caught herself on the ropes and put a finger to her chin, and smiled innocently as if to say 'oops!'

Once the three of them were in the ring, they took turns shaking hands and bowing humbly to Savannah Hayes. Unsurprisingly with her personality, Kayako also gave the woman a big hug around the neck between the handshake and bow. As the music faded out and the lights resumed, the three young women took a moment to, again, look around at the audience. It wasn't deafeningly loud, but one could faintly detect an "SBS" chant coming from the die hard indie fans.

Laying down her microphone on the table with the contracts, Savannah Hayes motioned to them with a smile and stepped back to give SBS the floor. One by one, each girl took turns immediately picking up the pen and signing their name on the lines. When Kayako did hers, she held the contract up excitedly for everyone to see before closing it and setting it down. At this point, Yuka Hirata picked up the microphone and looked at it for a second before giving Masami a look and offering it to her. Smiling, knowingly, Masami took the microphone with a bow of her head before raising it up to speak.

"HALLO! EN-EFF-DOUBERYU!!" She said in good English but with a heavy Japanese accent as she pumped a fist with each letter spoken of the promotion's brand. A bigger, more welcoming pop resounded from the audience and Masami smiled. Yuka grinned at the reception. Kayako waved again as Masami continued. "Arigatou gozaimashita! Thank you, everyone, very much! We are...SO so happy...to be here! We are happy...to wrestle...for you!" Masami paused, looking to the other two with pink forming in her cheeks. Kayako clapped for her. Yuka gave her a thumbs up and a nod with a half smile. 'You're doing great.' Masami continued, taking a breath and maintaining a smile. "You must excuse. I am...very nervous!" She said with a small laugh. This only made the fans applaud more. As if trying to reassure her themselves. Masami bowed her head. "Thank you very much! I am...Masami! This is...Yuka-chan!" She said, gesturing to Yuka Hirata, the 'tough bad girl' looking one. Yuka tilted her head up, watching the crowd and gave the metal horns. "And this is..." Masami continued, gesturing to the bubbly one. "Kayako-chan!" At her introduction, Kayako waved excitedly to the crowd with both hands and gave an energetic, deep bow. "This is...our first...big signing. We know many of you...do not know us. But! We want to change that!" She said with her eyes lighting up excitedly. The crowd popped some more. "And...we promise...we are going to!" The crowd applauded as Masami turned to Yuka and Kayako, offering the microphone out.

Yuka Hirata took the microphone next. She had more of a laid back, 'bad girl' kind of vibe to her. As she stepped up with the microphone, she rolled that wrist as she looked around at the audience, observing them from all around. Either Masami hadn't taken notice or she was just too nervous to point out that she saw it. Yuka, however, put a hand above her eyes like one did when shielding from the sun for a better view and raised her hand with the microphone, extending her index finger and pointing at scattered points in the crowd with a confident smirk before bringing the mic to her lips. "Oi oi oi OI!!" She paused, grinning wider. "Masami-chan says...nobody know us here. But I see...you...." She pointed towards the back of the crowd. The camera cut to a fan holding a sign. Back in the ring, Yuka turned and pinpointed another spot. "I see...you...." Two fans were holding up a home made banner that said--

'WELCOME SBS!'

Yuka pointed at a few more scattered points in the crowd. Not many, but some. "I see...some of you...you know...S-B-S!! You terru your friends...your famiry...they want to see puro resu? They watch EN-EFF-DOUBERYU!! They watch SUPA! BITCH! SQUAD!" An audible pop came from the crowd as Kayako bounced happily up beside Yuka, seemingly asking if she could say something. Yuka cracked a knowing smirk and held the microphone over.

Kayako leaned in with an adorable little smile and raised up two fingers beside her face. "That make us...SUPA! BADDU! BEECHES! ARIGATOU YO!" Stepping back from the microphone, Kayako smiled as Yuka raised it to her mouth again. "Oi!! America!! You say with us?" She said as she stuck her hand out. Masami and Kayako put their hands into the circle. Together with the assistance of the crowd, Yuka, Masami and Kayako chanted into the mic.

"SUPER BITCH SQUAD!"

"ICHII!"

"NII!"

"SAN!"

"YOSH!!"

Throwing their hands up, they snapped their fingers and held their fists into the air as "Senbonzakura" resumed over the speakers again. The three took turns shaking hands and bowing to Savannah Hayes again (and Kayako gave her another hug) before exiting the ring and departing up the ramp.

HANSON
"And there you have it, Jim! SBS is officially a part of New Frontier Wrestling!! Welcome to the big league, ladies! We hope you can handle it!"

REYNOLDS
"I hope so, too! I can't wait to see what these girls can do when it matters!"

HANSON
"Jim, you're old enough to be their dad. I'm pretty certain."

REYNOLDS
"You are such a prude, Nicky. You can't tell me they aren't attractive! I mean look at little Kayako! She's just so...so...she's so goddamn cute!"

HANSON
"She's adorable yes. She seems like she'll be a hit with the kids, but I know that's not where you're going."

REYNOLDS
"And the other two, there. What were their names?"

HANSON
"Masami and Yuka."

REYNOLDS
"Which one's that hottie there with the attitude?"

HANSON
(sighing)
"Yuka, Jim. Yuka Hirata."

REYNOLDS
"Give her my number, will ya?"

HANSON
"Why, so you can schedule when she kicks you in the balls?"

REYNOLDS
"Fuck you, Nicky."

The shot faded out as SBS moved up the ramp and to the curtain. Masami waved politely while Kayako took a moment to pose for as many selfies with fans that wanted one. Yuka remained calm and collected, high fiving a few fans on the way up.

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Returning from a commercial break, the camera immediately opened up on Commissioner Steven Brody, standing in front of his desk with a firm, serious expression. In fact, he looks downright angry.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. As you all know, as Owner and Commissioner of New Frontier Wrestling, it is my responsibility to ensure a safe and comfortable environment, not only for the fans but also our roster and staff. That being said, it brings me to acknowledge the recent heinous behavior at the hands of Tyler Grey. I want to ensure anyone who may have been offended by his remarks, including General Manager Savannah Hayes, that I do not, by any means condone management to be treated in such a disrespectful manner. As consequence, I am hereby letting it be known that Tyler Grey will be fined $15,000 for his actions. In addition, due to his downright disgusting attack on a member of the women's roster, and the consequential fallout between himself and Vincent Stone, I am hereby announcing the first defense for Tyler Grey's NFW Jr. Heavyweight Championship. That match will take place at our April pay-per-view which will be announced down the line where Tyler Grey will defend his title against Vincent Stone. Should he choose not to accept this match, he will therefore be stripped of the title. Again, I apologize to the staff of NFW as well as the fans. Thank you very much and enjoy the rest of the show."

Quick and to the point, Steven Brody goes silent as the shot cuts back to ringside to continue the card.

"WOW, NICKY!!!!! $15,000 all for some harmless little remarks?!"

"Harmless?! Tyler Grey made absolutely disgusting remarks towards Erin Mercer AND Savannah Hayes! They were uncalled for! This is getting off light, if you ask me!"

"And he has to defend his title against Vincent Stone?!"

"And? You'd rather him just hold onto it and always be champ, wouldn't you?"

"Now, I didn't say that!"

"You implied it! Do you think Tyler Grey's a coward?"

"N-now, I didn't say that! Tyler! If you're watching, I don't think you're a coward!"

"Jeez. Let's get to the next match, folks."

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The initial contest between Nico Salvatore and Shingo Takagi ended with Shingo picking up the victory over Nico after the usual and expected Suzuki-gun interference.

As Shingo and Nico were trading blows in the corner, the referee broke the two apart, forcing Shingo back as he was the initiator of the exchange. While the referee had his back turned, Nico stepped out of the corner and the crowd began to roar to get his attention as Havok appeared from seemingly out of nowhere. He hopped up onto the apron and drew the referee's attention. As the referee moved away from Shingo and began yelling for Havok to leave, Shingo moved in, hitting Nico with a stiff low blow before delivering the Last Falconry for the pinfall at 12:04.

HANSON
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!"

REYNOLDS
"It's Suzuki-gun, Nicky! What did you expect?! Get up, Nico!"

As "Legend Falconry" played throughout the arena and Nico rolled out of the ring, Connor K and AKI came down the ramp looking less than happy. Nico was a little taken aback when AKI appeared to be checking on him as Connor K called for the ref's attention. The camera briefly picked up audio. "Ey man! Come here!"

REYNOLDS
"What the hell's he doing?"

As Connor K and the referee began to converse, the referee looked at Connor with a revelation seemingly to appear on his face. He appeared to be asking Connor K if he was sure to which Connor K nodded. "Yeah, man! Check the footage if you want to!"

Nodding, the referee called for the tape to roll. The replay of Shingo hitting the low blow on Nico played on the video wall. Nodding, the referee called Roger Arden over for him to make an announcement.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me at this time, that due to the interference and tactics displayed by Suzuki-gun that he is reversing his decision! Therefore! Your winner! As a result of a disqua---"

Nico Salvatore SNATCHED the microphone out of his hand and looked up in the ring at Shingo, Havok and T-Hawk, the latter of which had accompanied Nico's opponent to the ring. "Nah, bullshit! I ain't taking a fucking win like that. You know what I will take? Ref! Ring the fucking bell and restart the match. I wanna kick this f'nuc's ass some more!"

The referee started to nod as Connor K and AKI exchanged a quick word then began saying something to Nico. Nico raised his eyebrows and the mic again. "You's want in this, too?" The crowd popped in excitement. "Fuck it. Ref! Make this shit a tag team match!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAT?!"

HANSON
"ARE YOU KIDDING?!"

After a quick exchange with the time keeper, the bell rang again and Nico got back into the ring with AKI and Connor K getting up onto the apron. On the other side of things, Shingo Takagi fist bumped T-Hawk and Havok. Both of who removed their Suzuki-gun shirts and got up on the apron as well.

As the match resumed and Shingo locked up with Nico again, the referee tried to take a moment to talk Connor K down off of the apron. Trying to explain to him that this wasn't going to be a six-man but just a two on two with AKI as Nico's partner. With the ref's back turned, T-Hawk got into the ring and moved on Nico but AKI hopped onto the top rope and hit him with a Springboard Missile Dropkick.

HANSON
"No sir, T-Hawk! You stay out of this until it's your turn!"

Being distracted by this, Shingo turned and swung on AKI but AKI dipped out of the way and hit him with a lightning fast AKI Spiral! He popped up as the ref finally got Connor to agree and get down. The referee turned to start chastising AKI for being inside the ring but before he obeyed and left, he launched across the ring and hit Havok with a running forearm, knocking him off of the apron before following up with a Slingshot Plancha to keep him at bay. Inside the ring, Nico picked Shingo up onto his shoulders, giving an enraged yell to the crowd.

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhh here it comes, Nicky! GFY!!"

But instead, Nico switched up the follow through, yelling out--

"AVE....SATANAS!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Wait a minute, WHAT?!"

--and hit Shingo with the MUSHROOM CLOUD!!!! The crowd immediately went nuts!!

HANSON
"MUSHROOM CLOUD!!!! HE HIT THE MUSHROOM CLOUD!!! THAT'S DOOMSDAY'S MOVE!! HIS FATHER!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"NICO AND AKI WIN!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT, NICKY?!"

HANSON
"What? Nico won the match for his team."

REYNOLDS
"Ave Satanas? Mushroom Cloud? The fuck is he doing?!"

HANSON
"Well, it looks like he's celebrating."

Inside the ring, Nico slapped his chest, yelling into the camera, throwing the middle finger to T-Hawk and Havok before turning to face AKI. A brief moment passed before Nico stuck out a fist and AKI bumped it with his own. As those two and Connor K moved up the ramp, Nico called the camera over where it would pick up his voice. "That's how I fuckin' do, bitch! That's how I fuckin' do! You tell Havok to come get this shit, Paul! I want his ass next!"

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The scene came to life as the camera faded in from black, right on the banner flag of the Renegades hanging from a wall. A black tarp with a simple, jagged, red 'R' right in the center of it. Somewhere offscreen, soft, distance rap music could be heard. The camera panned down slowly to reveal Renegades member, Tyson Law, sitting on a bench. He was already in his ring gear with a Renegades shirt that had the sleeves cut off so deep it left the holes extending down to his ribs. A black bandana was already tied around his head like a head band while the blue one was hanging around his neck with his set of Beats by Dre headphones. That was where the music was coming from, as could be told when the camera lingered on the man long enough as he skimmed over the card for the night and shook his head in disbelief with an irritated look on his face.

"Maaaaaan!" He flicked the card with his other hand. "Fuck Commissioner Brody and this bullshit!!" He looked up off camera, presumably at one of his unseen stable mates. "Tyson Law versus Ethan Skinner. Motherfucking Strap Match. What kinda shit is that? Why the fuck do I gotta get the match against a next gen Satanist with a fetish for weird BDSM shit?" He flung the copy of the match card off to the side in frustration.

"Tyson." Serena Frost sauntered into the frame, the wiry, leggy brunette letting her dark red lips curl into a devious sneer. as she pulled her black leather jacket over the tattered jeans and Behemoth shirt she wore. "Calm down. Remember, everyone of us has your back. Those Dominion freaks try to get involved? We'll take care of them. All you have to do is worry about Skinner. And while he's tough, he's a rookie. Just pull every trick you have out for this."

Tyson looked up at Serena in a way that suggested just the presence of this hot piece of evil was motivation enough to forget whatever worries he had about taking on the King of Pain's chosen disciple. With his confidence visibly building, he nodded. "Shit, you right. I dunno what I'm even sweatin' over. I done told his bitch ass how this is gonna play out." He hopped up to his feet and rolled his shoulders. It was then that something occurred to him - being on the subject of being ready for anything, that is. He looked to Serena and cocked up a hand to point an index finger towards her, across his chest. "Speakin' o'which. I know I showed you what's up on social media. Whatchu gonna do about that psycho that rolls with Hayashi and Salvatore's twin head case?"

Serena just stared at him, before slowly raising one eyebrow. "Kusanagi doesn't concern me. She's a wild animal. I'm too smart to get beaten by someone that out of her goddamn mind. Besides... I have plans for her. Don't even worry about that."

Tyler Grey walked in then, that typical, unhinged sneer on his face. "That crazy bitch tries anything, I'll take her out myself. I showed everyone last week I ain't afraid to put down a trashy little whore if she opens her cock-trap the wrong way to me."

"Pfft. Shit, you better be ready to Old Yeller her rabid ass before she gives you rabies or somethin'." He quipped to Serena about Angel. However, Tyler Grey's crude, heartless jabbing at his assault on Erin Mercer brought a smile to Tyson Law's face and he lightly slugged the questionably Junior Heavyweight in the shoulder. "Yo, that bitch was whining all week about that shit! 'Waaaaaah, my shouldeeeeeeer. Aleeeeeeex bring me ice creeeeeeeeaaaaam.'" Tyson did this in a mocking, whiny voice before going right back to being semi-serious. "And what about you, bro? That ho's little fuck boy Stone's goin' around, talkin' about you gonna catch them hands. Why don't you bust that ass before he tries to make his own move?"

"Shit. Like I'm gonna sweat that little bitch. Fuck him AND his bitch. I'll break his shoulders then finish what I started on her." Tyler scoffed, grumbling under his breath. "This title ain't leaving The Renegades anytime soon, especially to that jackass."

Serena smirked, shaking her head. "You guys are gonna be the death of me. I know it."

"Man, we ain't gotta sweat shit." Tyson removed his headphones from around his neck and pulled on his black and blue "sub-zero" hoodie vest. "You and Jay got Max and Wolfe to put down." He said to Tyler before he turned briefly to the camera. "Ey, I might come take that TV title off your hands Big Bad Puppy Dog Bitch, whattup?" He cocked his chin out at the camera and turned to Serena like he was about to give her some words of encouragement. "Girl, tonight, y--....." He stopped and looked like he had to try and remember. "Yo, who the fuck are you defending that belt against, again?"

"Trina Tanaka" Serena scoffed, rolling her eyes. "I could tie an arm and leg behind my back and still beat her ass." She said dismissively, before pointing at Tyson. "Meet me after the matches tonight. It's time to start working on battle plans. We're not gonna tread water here. We need to discuss our targets and the order we hit them in."

"I got you girl." Tyson nodded, pulling up his hood and giving Serena daps. "Renegades gonna beat that ass, tonight! Startin' with me whuppin' Skinner's Chemical Reject ass." Tyson 'pssh'ed' and pulled the blue bandana up around his face to complete the Sub-Zero look. "Motherfucker wanna start quoting Satanic scripture an' shit." He began muttering to himself as he fist bumped Tyler and walked out of frame. "Bitch, who the fuck is you, Skinner?! My people got Sun Tzu! Art of War on that ass, boy!!" It was obnoxious but almost hilarious to hear the man continue his long winded rant to nobody in particular as he could be heard leaving the locker room.

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Ethan Skinner defeated Tyson Law in their Strap Match, in 9:04 after a somewhat one sided contest. Tyson Law definitely got his shots in but Ethan Skinner took out his pent up aggression from the beatdown by the Renegades, as well as the taunting from Tyson Law on social media. For a good couple minutes in the match it was Ethan doing to Law what Law said he would do to him - using a portion of the leather strap connecting their wrists to beat and whip the everloving HELL out of the Renegades' member.

Tyson Law still put up a fight when it came to each competitor trying to touch all four corners of the ring to score the victory. In the end, Tyson Law, covered in welts and bruises had managed to gain the upper hand again and wrapped the strap around Ethan's neck where he began carrying him on his back as he slapped each turnbuckle. What he failed to see was Ethan Skinner also touching the corners, as well. When it came to the fourth turnbuckle, Ethan Skinner began putting up more of a fight to keep Tyson from reaching it.

Finally, Ethan got a good grip on the strap around his neck and used his heavier weight compared to Tyson and bucked forward, getting his feet on the floor. He flipped Tyson over his shoulders, causing him to land unsteady on his feet. Ethan immediately followed up and hit him with the TKP!!! Tyson Law fell to the mat and Ethan Skinner, holding his throat with one hand, stumbled to the last corner and slapped the turnbuckle.

HANSON
"And Ethan Skinner wins the Strap Match, Jim! He said he would! I almost hate to agree with the Dominion but Tyson Law did have this coming!"

REYNOLDS
"I don't wanna hear it, Nicky! Now we gotta hear him gloat more!"

HANSON
"As if Tyson Law wouldn't be gloating as well?"

REYNOLDS
"Tyson doesn't gloat he just speaks the truth, Nicky-- HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!"

HANSON
"HERE COMES THE CAVALRY!! ETHAN BETTER WATCH OUT!!"

By the time Ethan Skinner realized what was going on, however, Julian Morrison and Tyler Grey were already in the ring, jumping him two on one. After they managed to beat him down, Tyler Grey locked in the Judgement Day on Skinner as Julian Morrison helped Tyson to his feet. Enraged, Tyson grabbed the strap and said something to Tyler.

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, payback's a bitch now!"

HANSON
"Will you stop?! What the hell is Tyson saying to Tyler?"

Evidently, it was 'turn him over' as Tyler maintained the Judgement Day but rotated back to where he was laying on the mat with Ethan Skinner belly up above him. Tyson Law folded the strap over and began viciously whipping Ethan across the midsection, yelling obscenities while Tyler and Julian urged him on.

HANSON
"Oh now, even I agree this is uncalled for!! It's three on one!!"

REYNOLDS
"I'm gonna repeat a hashtag Tyson tweeted earlier, Nicky! Hashtag: Fuck The Dominion! Bunch of creepy ass sons of---"

HANSON
"Speaking of the Dominion, Jim!"

REYNOLDS
"RUN BOYS, RUN!!"

The crowd roared even louder as Crimson Sabre, Buzzsaw, Judas Lasher and both members of Ultra-Violence came flooding towards the ring, causing the Renegades to make a hasty retreat through the crowd. Judas Lasher went to Ethan Skinner's aid while Doomsday and Belphegor formed a human barrier around him. Buzzsaw and Crimson Sabre stood on the ropes and turnbuckle, watching the Renegades flee as "Burning Times" by Iced Earth played for Ethan Skinner as the match winner and the shot faded out to a commercial.

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To the sound of the Team Four Star Midgar Mix track, the title screen for a new exclusive segment known as "The Game Room" pops up on the screen, featuring the cutout faces of Katrina Cage and Samantha Belmont of the Skillz Vendorz. After a several seconds of letting the music play, the title screen cuts to:

The inside of a living room. Katrina Cage and Samantha Belmont sit on a sofa, looking up over the camera which seems to be a go-pro sitting on a coffee table. Both have expensive looking gamer headsets on. Katrina sits, laid back more on the couch with one foot propped up on the table top. We can see her toe nails painted black with a different colored spot dabbed onto each. She's wearing black basketball shorts, a white Legend of Zelda t-shirt and a Modoki hat on her head. She seems more relaxed with her PS4 controller resting over her lap as she watches the screen. "So, let me get this straight...." She says, tapping away at the buttons. From the offscreen TV we can hear sounds of explosions and gunfire mixed in with what sound like military commands. "NFW's got Aftershock. Then they've got that dude Skinner with his spotlight thingy an---oh, goddamn it." She mutters as she, apparently dies in-game and waits for a respawn.

"Watch your six, doll!" Beside her, Samantha Belmont sits with her headset over a Makona hat. Sammi sits cross legged, leaning forward in a large black Smash Bros t-shirt. She's definitely more engaged in the match going on. Probably taking it more serious than her friend is. We hear a more distinct gunfire from the TV, indicating it's coming from one of the two girls, more specifically, Sam. "Ungh, ungh, UNGH!!!! YEAH!! YOU LIKE THAT, DO YOU?!" Beside her, Kat stifles a laugh as she starts manipulating her controller again, indicating she's back in the game. "Anyway, you were saying?" Sammi asks, pausing to sip from a can of coke before shoving a cheeto puff in her mouth.

She munches as Katrina shifts, sitting forward and squints at something on the screen. "I'm just wondering if we're overdoing it with our own segment angle. Is that guy camping?" She asks, without missing a beat.

"Sod off! Where?" Sammi asks.

"Main building. Top floor." Kat answers.

"On it!" Sammi responds and leans forward as she moves the analog stick. "Oh you prick! I see you up there!"

"But yeah." Kat sips from her own can of soda before kicking back on the couch again. "This place we're signing with has two segment angles already. Wouldn't our own be a little redundant?"

"Not really, no." Sammi shrugs her shoulders, as neither her nor Katrina take their eyes off of the television. "One's sort of an interview segment with backstage exclusive stuff. The other one's--OHHHHH!!!!" She throws her hands up into the air. "GOT YOU, MATE!!!!! GOT YOU!!! WHERE'S YA BLOODY MARSHMALLOWS, YOU CAMPING WANKER?!" Afterwards, Sammi settles down and reaches for her can. It's empty. She reaches into a cooler and pulls another out. "Oy!" She calls to Katrina.

"Hit me." Katrina holds up a hand without looking. Sammi tosses a can of coke across herself, right into Katrina's hand before reaching in to grab another for herself. "Gracias." Kat says, cracking the can open.

"Yup." Sammi responds before picking up where she left off. "Anyway the other segment's got that spooky Skinner bloke, recapping his own stuff." She shoves a cheeto into her mouth and talks with her mouth full. "Lyk he'dusshn't git'enuff shcreen tyme awlready." She washes down the cheeto puff with coke and stifles a belch. "Ya know, for being wrestlers...." She pauses and sips more coke. "We have shitty diets."

"Girl, we've got crazy metabolisms and we gym it up almost as much as we game." Katrina says flicking a piece of bagged popcorn into the air and catching it in her mouth.

"Almost." Sammi emphasises with that being the keyword. "Wait, no. We only hit the gym for two hours a day."

"Yeah, and? Ungh! Get wrecked, son!" Katrina says as she makes a face at the screen and throws up the deuces.

"So that's like...." Sammi pauses for a sip of soda, "...About six hours, average, less than we own squeakers on here."

"Yo!" A distorted voice comes from their television, sounding as if it's coming from in-game chat. "Nobody cares about whatever the fuck you two hoes are bitching about! Shut the fuck up!"

Katrina and Sammi's jaws drop and they look at each other. The nerve of this guy. Sammi reaches up and adjusts her microphone "Oy, what's your problem, mate? We're sitting here, chilling on some CoD and talking business! Sod off!"

"Business? Aftershock. Skinner's Spotlight. You're talking about fucking wrestling. Why don't you wrestle these nuts?"

Sammi and Katrina make, almost comical faces of confused disgust as they look at one another. Sammi, for one, shrugs up one hand and looks back at the screen. "I swear to God, this is why nobody plays this series anymore. Pricks like you talking about ya nuts and ya wanker and all--you know what, mate? Sod off. This round's over." She mashes a button on the controller and from the television, we hear a voice yelling in panicked Russian while a rhythmic beeping signals a countdown. From her own seat, Katrina shrugs, sets her controller down and focuses on snacking on popcorn and her coke.

"Bitch! You've got a nuke?!"

"Bloody right, I do!" Sammi snaps back, comically angry at the kid on the other end of the chat feed. "I wasn't gonna do it, but pricks like you ruffle my knickers! This is what happens, mate, when this girl gets brassed! Watch the bloody world burn, baby!! Three! Two! One!"

From the television, we hear a massive in-game explosion followed by the telltale sign of a nuclear shockwave running over the map. Sammi watches the screen with a comical look of deranged triumph as she hops up onto the couch and does a hilarious dance with her knees moving in and out while she throws double middle fingers at the screen. What's more hilarious is that her jumping to her feet reveals that the t-shirt and Makona hat she's wearing is the only thing aside from a pair of pink Kirby tighty whiteys. "OHHHHHHH GET WRECKED, KNOB!!! THAT'S HOW WE DO BABY!! THAT'S!! HOW!! WE!! DO!!" Sammi Belmont hops off of the couch and grabs her smart phone. Several seconds of tapping and swiping occure before the Stone Cold Steve Austin theme comes from the device.

Katrina Cage then bursts into hysterical laughter as Sammi sets the phone down. She grabs another can of coke out of their little cooler and cracks it open. Picking up the other can she retrieved before, Sammi Belmont SLAMS the cans together, spraying coke EVERYWHERE before tipping them back and double fisting the soda down her mouth and face the way Steve Austin used to do with his beers.

Once the cans are drained, Sammi discards them and throws up two middle fingers in the air as she storms off into the background, hilariously mimicking Stone Cold's strut. The camera angle cuts to black but we can still hear the music and Katrina's hysterical laughter, as well as Sammi's obnoxious hollering. Eventually, only the music can be heard as the coming soon ad fills the screen.



Fade to commercial....

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Switching over from the opening shot, the camera panned back as a pair of legs in baggy black jeans walked in front of it. The feet of said legs, were wearing a familiar pair of custom made black Timberland boots with yellow soles and laces with the Pittsburgh Steelers emblem on the outer side of each boot. The identity of the individual walking was practically given away by this, sending the Philadelphia crowd into a slow rising pop as the angle panned up, confirming Morgan Payne's presence as she moved down the hallway. The rest of her outfit, as the camera moved up, was of course her black leather jacket with a pair of fingerless leather gloves, a self-cropped Punisher skull t-shirt (the skull notably had a pink bow on one side of the top) and her Steelers flatbill flipped backwards on her head.

"Ma'am!" A backstage attendant called to Morgan, out of frame. "There's no smoking allowed in here, please!"

"Eat my ass, fuckboy!" Morgan called, raising one hand to stick a lit Marlboro between her lips and took a deep drag as her other hand came up and flipped the unseen attendant off over her shoulder. Despite her rude jab back at the man, she seemed to be in her usual good mood. This was evident by the smirk on her face as she reached a locker room door with 'IRON MAIDENS' labeled across it in their respective 'team colors.' Pinching the cigarette between her lips, Morgan twisted the knob and let herself right in.

"YOOOOOOO, MARI!!!" She belted out at the top of her lungs. "Hope ya ain't walkin' around with ya ass hangin' out, cause I got a camera man practically up mine!" Here, as she stopped, she turned with her face practically right up in the lens and looked over it at the camera man himself. "Bro, you better step back before I show ya ass what happens when ya crowd my space." The camera man shrunk back and Morgan turned back to the locker room, puffing away on that Marlboro like it was practically the air she needed.

Marissa, for her part, was sitting silently on a bench, ready for her match, just strapping on her kickpads and MMA gloves. Her long red hair was tied back in a tight ponytail, and her eyes had a steely gaze in them. As usual... Morgan was "the fun one", and Marissa was more the "smoking hot Terminator". "I'm good, Mor." She said as she flexed her fists a few times, to make sure the gloves fit perfectly. "What's going on?"

Morgan, true to her 'no fucks given' persona, went into her bag and began getting what she needed for her match unpacked and onto her person. This included the loud mouth half of the Iron Maidens kicking off her boots, and literally stripping all the way down to reveal a simple bondu and black bikini bottom undies with the Eddie mascot from Iron Maiden's face hilariously on the front before getting into her black one piece as she spoke. "On the real? I was gonna tease you about your Valentine's Day date some more but what the fuck is goin' on with Lara? She straight up been giving the finger to everybody, lately!"

"Yeah, Mor. How about we don't with that?" She laughed, shaking her head. "I already feel like a total bitch for shooting him down like that. As for Lara? I was worried this would happen one day. Girl's snapping a little, and it scares me because we've all seen the footage of when Vlad did the same thing. 'Dr. Feelgood'? Dad having to toss his ass off the top of a cage?"

Morgan zipped her one piece up and started sliding on her Punisher skull kneepads. "Well, dude seemed to take it well enough, but ya could always make it up to him if you feelin' bad about it." She leaned over and playfully nudged Marissa with a grin. The main subject was Lara, though and the grin was gone from Morgan's face. "Well that was because he got mixed up with some new pussy...which is, ironically, our new boss." Morgan paused here and lifted her head with a 'funny how that worked out' look on her face before shaking her head and started slipping her boots back on. "Real talk, though? I hope it don't come to that shit with Lil Bit. I mean, if it does?" She sat up, grabbing her gloves and elbow pads before shrugging her hands up and back into her lap in defeat as she looked at Marissa. "Who's it gonna be? Knock some sense into her?"

"I'm not feeling bad, Mor. He's a nice guy. He went for it, and I wasn't interested. It's flattering. I just... haven't met anyone that interests me yet. Like.... ever." Marissa said, giving a noncommittal shrug. "Seriously. I've never met even one person I've been remotely physically interested in."

"Hey." Morgan gave her a fist bump in the shoulder. "It's cool, Mari. You just ain't yet, like you said. One day you will, maybe. And if not?" She gave an 'oh well' shrug. "Fuck it. You got a vibrator, don't you? I mean who doesn't today, am I right?"

Marissa just stared at her, as if wondering 'why the hell are we friends?' "Dude. No sex drive. None. I'm like.... a living robot or some shit."

Morgan shrugged again and opened her Marlboros again. She slapped the bottom, sending one out of the pack and caught it in between her lips. "They got sex bots." She said with a straight face as she looked at Marissa for a second before breaking out into a snicker, temporarily pulling the cigarette out of her mouth. "Yo, you know I gotta kid you, girl. What the hell are best friends for? Shit, we're practically family. I gotta give my little sister shit." She grinned, playfully leaning in and nudging Marissa as if threatening to knock her over but not actually pushing hard enough to do so. "And why we gotta be going up against the fuckin' Destiny's Child of Japan? You seen these bitches? Break dancing before every match an' shit."

"Hey... we wanna be taken seriously as a tag team? We gotta face all other tag teams. Can't pick and choose." Marissa said, ever the voice of reason with these two. It was obvious why she was the one being groomed to take over the HoP. She was cool, calm, and almost stoic at times. "Look. Shit's gonna be getting serious around here. Stables popping up everywhere, everyone starting shit with everyone else... we gotta be ready."

"I know that but we gotta take Oedo Tai seriously, I mean? Bitches be in that ring pop lockin' it before the bell rings." Morgan did a few, comical hand motions that looked like she was more so imitating Soulja Boy. Marissa's mention of things getting serious, however, made Morgan - the usual goofball - turn serious, as well. "Yeah, ya right. I mean...tch. Lara's got a sudden chip on her shoulder. That goth boy Judas trained thinks I'm some kinda easy hoe, or some shit. I show you what that dude DMed me with on Twitter? Talkin' 'bout 'lemme give you my hotel room key next week.' Yeah, sure. Lemme get that so I can jack your album collection. That'd be the only reason." She flipped out her lighter and sparked up her cigarette. Arena rules be damned. She tucked the lighter away, pulled on her leather jacket again and pinched the cigarette from her mouth, nodding to Marissa and making sure not to blow the smoke in her homegirl's face. "We ready, Mari. Like Archie Eversole, bitch. Weeeeee reeeeaaaaady. Weeeeeee reeeeeaaaady! Fo' yiiiinnnzzzz!!!" She said the last part with a grin and a head bob, actually singing the words (to the same tune of Hey Hey Hey Goodbye), trying to amp Marissa up.

"Jesus, Mor." Marissa said, chuckling as she shook her head. "You are fucking insane." She hopped up, throwing a couple of lightning-fast kicks into the air as practice, before patting Morgan on the back. "Let's do this, girl. Time for The Maidens to beat some ass."

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The Iron Maidens picked up a victory over Oedo Tai, by pinfall in 12:53 when Marissa Payne delivered the Bitch Killa directly to the face of Kagetsu and went for the cover.

As the two celebrated their win, Sumire Natu and Jamie Hayter (who had accompanied her team mates) entered the ring.

HANSON
"Uh-oh."

REYNOLDS
"Could be trouble!"

As Marissa Payne and Morgan Payne squared up for what looked like was gonna turn into a three on two brawl, the crowd began to buzz with commotion as....

HANSON
"Hey wait, Jim! Check it out!! SBS!!"

REYNOLDS
"Yeeeeeeeeeeah!!! Yuka's back!"

To the relief of the audience, all three members of Super Bitch Squad came hurrying to the ring. Even cute little Kayako ran in with a sense of urgency and slid into the ring, squaring up to Oedo Tai. Seeing that the numbers game had turned against them, Kagetsu raised up her hands with a sly, amused smirk and motioned for Sumire Natsu and Jamie Hayter to back off. The three exited the ring as Masami Nishikiyama of SBS removed her suit jacket and hung it over the ropes, evidently getting ready to throw down if they really wanted to. She and Yuka Hirata stood side by side with the Iron Maidens as Kayako stood on the ropes, raising two fingers up by her face and smiled at Oedo Tai, adorably taunting them to come bring it, it seemed. When, out of nowhere....

Yuka Hirata turned and DRILLED Marissa Payne with a stiff forearm to the jaw, sending her to the mat!

HANSON
"WHAT THE HELL?!"

Morgan Payne had about a second to react, moving for Yuka when Masami grabbed her by the waist from behind and pulled her right into a high angled German Suplex.

REYNOLDS
"HOLY CRAP, NICKY!!"

HANSON
"WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!"

Kayako stepped down off of the ropes and turned towards the action in the ring as Oedo Tai looked on for a second before deciding to just leave. The crowd reacted with shocked boos as Masami began laying boots to Morgan and Yuka mounted Marissa and began hitting her with MMA style elbows. Kayako pranced on over to Masami and held onto the ropes where she showed a sudden vicious side and began wildly stomping away at Morgan with vicious shrieks.

REYNOLDS
"SBS is laying into the Iron Maidens, Nicky!!"

HANSON
"I can see that , Jim!! But why?! Why?!?! They didn't seem like these kind of people when we met them earlier!! Look how wild Kayako Kazama is putting those stomps to Morgan Payne!"

REYNOLDS
"Looks can be deceiving, Nicky!!"

HANSON
"No kidding! Oh, now what?"

Next, Masami motioned for Kayako to get on the turnbuckle. As Kayako giggled excitedly and began her climb, Masami set Morgan Payne up for what looked like a catapult. Following through, she forced Morgan up where Kayako - perched on the corner - hit her with a hammer fist right on the forehead, sending her back to lay across Masami's knees.

HANSON
"What the hell is she doing?!"

REYNOLDS
"Uh-oh...."

Kayako stood up on the turnbuckle, did her peace sign by her face with a deceptively innocent smile.

HANSON
"WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?!"

And the 'cute' lolita of SBS came off the ropes, crashing down onto Morgan Payne's chest with a double foot stomp!!

CROWD
"OHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

HANSON
"OH MY GOD!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"GODDAMN!!!"

As Kayako popped up to her feet, excitedly bouncing around as if she just made a big accomplishment, Yuka let up on the strikes to Marissa Payne and shoved her over into the center of the ring. She motioned for Kayako to get out of the way - which she did, daintily running to a corner. Yuka then called to Masami, audibly yelling, "Oi! Junbi shiro!" Yuka set up in one corner with Masami poising in the one across from her with Marissa right in the middle. Dazed and loopy, Marissa brought up her fists, still determined to fight as she pulled herself to her feet. When she was standing all the way, Masami and Yuka rushed her! Yuka went in for a low kick to the legs while Masami hit a stiff European Uppercut!!

HANSON
"MY--GOD!!"

REYNOLDS
"What a move!!"

HANSON
"What is SBS doing?!"

REYNOLDS
"Well...I guess you could say they're being...super bitches!"

HANSON
"Oh, nice. Real nice!"

After the double team maneuver on Marissa Payne was done, Yuka, Masami and Kayako exited the ring, leaving the Iron Maidens in a heap. Before joining the other two, Kayako leaned over the two once Morgan had pulled herself over to Marissa and gave an innocent little wave. Masami retrieved her suit jacket and the three walked up the ramp to the boos of the crowd.

HANSON
"Jim, this is.... This...."

REYNOLDS
"This is AWESOME!! I guess all three of them are bad girls!"

HANSON
"Kayako's a little psycho! She seemed like the sweetest girl in the world earlier but we just saw her go wild on Morgan Payne!"

REYNOLDS
"Did you see how easily Masami tossed her with that suplex?"

HANSON
"Scary, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"Fuck! I love me a strong woman!"

HANSON
"Oh stop it!"

The shot ended with SBS standing on the stage, Kayako twisting back and forth innocently with her hands behind her back while Masami and Yuka watched the crowd and the ring.

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The feed cuts to a pre-recorded video that starts with ominous music and a dark screen.

"I'm not going to lie," a female voice spoke over the music.
The room brightened up a little to show the face of Shelley Silver with a small, yet serious smile on her face.

"I was originally not putting for any effort into New Frontier Wrestling," she admitted in a calm tone. "I came in to help a friend avenge the betrayal of her best friend and tag team partner. And... I'm not sure that I actually ever did that." She shrugged.

"Moving along, I realize that this is actually a company that respects me," she scowled a little. "Unlike the place that I've called home for years. Sometimes, you need to cut your losses and learn to move on." She nodded slowly, "which is exactly what I'm doing now."

She paused, letting the crowd react, which they do in a huge pop. "So what does that mean? It means that I, Shelley Silver, am going from part-time roster member to full-time. You just have to share me with my on-call stunt work at the major amusement parks."

She lets out a laugh, "now that I have that out of the way... we all know that I have a special match coming up. A little peon by the name of Clarence Fletcher Townsend. You sir, have crossed a line and done nothing to dig your grave even deeper ever since then. There are two types of rich people in the world. There are your self-made multi-millionaires," she motioned to herself. "And there are the whiny trust fund babies who have been handed everything their entire lives. That's where your CFT's of the world come in. People like him believe that since they grew up getting everything they wanted from their families, that the rest of the world is just going to fall in line and do the same."

Shelley snorted, shaking her head. "Now, I can't fix all of them, but I do plan on teaching the Clarence Fletcher Townsend's of the world that just because you have a price to pay for something that you have done, that you can't always pay it off with money." She began to leave evilly as the feed faded out and went back to...

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The scene opens as we see the beautiful landscape of Philadelphia, Pennsylvania. More importantly, the outside of a hotel is seen. It's the Ritz Carlton as we see guests from the hotel making their way in and out of the building. We see two familiar people in Victoria Emmerson and Clerance Fletcher Townsend with thier luggage. "Driver, come get this stuff...do your job " as CFT orders his driver to get thier luggage and other bags that they have into their own limo..

"Driver sir, I have some very expensive mskeup in these bags. You need to be careful not to bang it around!" Victoria tells the driver about some of her belongings, when Victoria's cell phone rings as they are getting into the limo. "Hello" Victoria says.

"Oh hey girl! How have you been?" Asks Victoria. As we hear what Victoria says to the unknown person on the phone, it appears that the person on the other end of the phine is a friend. "Not much. Just going to the arena. Girl, it's the Ritz Carlton; we had their luxury suite. It had a sauna, a balcony and a reading room with a king size bed for Clerance and I.." As Victoria describes the hotel room to the person on the phone. They seem to have picked up more interest in the conversation. "Yeah, he's here. He has a match tonight. Yeah, if he wins he gets added to the match at March Misery." Victoria responds to the voice on the other end. "Oh the General Manager's name is Steven Brody. He's a nice guy if you like the geeky, bookworm library type. He's kinda like a corporate stick-up."

Victoria continues Clerance is heard in the background. "Driver. We should be at the arena already, what is taking so long?" Clerance asks. "I'm sorry sir, we have a hold up here on this passageway." The Driver responds in a heavy British accent . "There appears to be an obstruction in the way. It's an overturned semi blocking the road sir." The Driver continues. "Ok girl, I gotta call you later; Clerance is getting in a mood again. Okay, bye." As Victoria hangs up her cell phone, the local rescue squads and the local police department are redirecting traffic a different way around the semi as Clerance and Victoria's limo go around. "Oh dear Clerance. Look at that. I hope everything is okay. That looks bad..." Victoria tells Clerance. "Yea it does...." as he responds to Victoria " Driver, stop a minute..." As Clerance tells the Driver to stop the car, Clerance gets out of his limo, dressed in an Armani suit. "Officer! Would you come here a minute sir?" The officer does come over to where Clerance is standing. "Yes Sir, I'm gonna warn you that this a dangerous area to be in. I could give you a ticket." The Officer explains to Clerance.

Clerance pulls out his checkbook out of his pocket. "I would like to help this cause officer." Says Clerance. "OH! Ok. That would be much appreciated sir." Says the grateful officer. "How does $150,000 sound?" Asks Clerance. "That sounds wonderful." Says the officer as Clerance finishes writing the check. The officer quickly runs over to his supervisor to tell his colleagues what had just happened. After the officer had told his story, Clerance was already back in his limo heading to his original destination.

The camera returns, after a brief span of the city of Philadelphia, and back to the arena where we see the limo pulling in to the backside of the parking garage where the superstars are supposed to park. The driver gets out and opens the door for his two occupants in the back. "Clerance honey, how will they ever thank us for doing that?" Asks Victoria to Clerance. "I'm sure they will find a way dear". Clerance responds to Victoria as they make their way to thier locker room with their luggage beside them. "Here it is Clerance. Our locker room."

"Yea it even has both our names on it." As they open the door they can see everything that they wanted. As the camera pans the room, a full size jacuzzi with a little bar with stools and a complete lounge with a door. As the camera pans around back to the locker room door we see Clerance and Victoria hugging one another as the scene closes....

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In the Women's Television Championship match, Serena Frost made moderately quick work of Trina Tanaka before delivering an Impaler DDT she dubbed as Frost Bite and covering her for the pinfall.

REYNOLDS
"Yeeeaaaaaah, Nicky! Homegirl successfully defends her title!! NICE!!"

HANSON
"Overly aggressive as always, but you're right. She picked up the win and is still champion."

REYNOLDS
"What the hell do you mean, overly aggre---"

James Reynolds was cut off as the lights of the arena suddenly went COMPLETELY out, shrouding it in pitch black.

REYNOLDS
"Nicky, what'd you do?"

HANSON
"I didn't do anything, Jim!"

REYNOLDS
"Who killed the lights?!"

As commotion buzzed from the crowd, an eerie melody began to play over the speakers. Children's voices singing melodically in Japanese.

As this went on, what seemed to be a translation of the words began appearing on the wall in bloody red letters.

"Circle you. Circle you."
Kagome. Kagome.

"The bird in the cage."
Kaga no naka no tori wa.

"When will you come out?"
Itsu itsu deyaru?

"In the evening of the dawn."
Yoake no ban ni.

"The crane and the turtle slipped."
Tsuru to kame ga subetta.

"Who's that standing behind you now?"
Ushiro no shoumen dare?

As the last line was sung, a pair of eerie bright blue eyes appeared on the video wall. The standout characteristic of Angel Kusanagi, staring from the video wall at Serena Frost in the darkness before the music and video cut off.

REYNOLDS
"What...the FUCK...was THAT, NICKY?!"

HANSON
"I don't know Jim. Definitely on the creepy side. We know that Angel Kusanagi's been taunting Serena Fro----"

As the lights came back on, the crowd erupted into a surprised pop and THERE WAS ANGEL!! Standing RIGHT BEHIND Serena Frost with a deranged, joyful smile on her face. Notably, also, at ringside, suddenly was what looked to be a life sized casket weaved together out of wicker. Serena Frost's attention immediately went on the casket, looking a little confused. Maybe even unnerved somewhat.

HANSON
"LOOK OUT, JIM!"

REYNOLDS
"DON'T TELL ME!! TELL SERENA!!! SERENA, BEHIND YOU!!! GET OUT OF THERE!!!"

When it suddenly dawned on her - the lyrics from the screen - Serena Frost turned around right as Angel Kusanagi pounced on her and began raining down wild blows. Hammering away at Serena until she seemed dazed enough, Angel began pushing her towards the casket.

REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING?! SHE'S GONNA STICK HER IN THAT COFFIN?! WHAT'S IT MADE OUT OF?!"

HANSON
"That's wicker, Jim! But why the hell is Angel trying to put Serena into a casket made out of wicker?!"

As Angel took a moment to lift the lid of the casket, Serena Frost had enough awareness to roll away and get out of the ring. Grabbing her TV title, she booked it through the crowd as Angel went into a fit of rage, knocking the casket over and kicking holes into it before locating Serena in the crowd from ringside. She pointed at Serena, pointed at the casket, and drew her finger across her throat. Angel Kusanagi was no expert at English but she knew enough.

"YOU...WIRRU...BURN!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"What in the HELL is that supposed to mean?!"

HANSON
"I'm almost afraid to admit it, but I think it's very clear! I think Angel Frost intended to stick Serena Frost in that casket made of wicker and set it on FIRE!!"

REYNOLDS
"IS SHE OUT OF HER GODDAMN MIND?!"

HANSON
"You really need to ask?!"

The shot faded with Angel Kusanagi angrily, and in a dark hilarious manner, dragging the casket up the ramp with her as the shot faded out to a commercial.

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The scene began with a close up on an open laptop, logged into YouTube. The video being shown was right in the middle of last year's interview between Nico Salvatore and Max LeBrun that aired on August 19th, 2018. For the beginning of the scene, the camera remained focused on the laptop screen. A woman's hand and tattooed forearm could be seen resting in front of the keyboard. Black painted nails tapping rhythmically against the surface just beyond where the keyboard itself was.

Max put on a mock look of pondering, then. “Let’s see...you didn’t tell us much about your mother. She passed away right? Natural causes? Tragic accident?”


“Motherfucker....” Nico pointed at Max from his chair. “You listen to me....”


“Guys? Please—“ Amy Connors attempted to mediate the growing tension between the two before it boiled over.


“Oh, wait. That’s right!” Max said with his eyes going wide and a twisted smile forming. “She overdosed on pills because she was a fucking junkie that your daddy was trying to help get clean!”


“You son of a bitch!” Nico shot up out of his chair.


Remaining in his seat, Max looked up at the man. “But with him touring on the road so much, he stopped being around as much to monitor her addiction! Not to mention the mental stress it was putting on her of having to raise two kids by herself while her husband soaked in the love from the adoring, bloodthirsty fans!”


“Shut your fucking mouth!” Nico took a step forward, only to have Amy Connors stand up and try to get between him and Max.


Max, at this point, stood out of his chair. “And while you managed to get over it in no time, sweet little Adrianna took the loss of it so hard, she took to boozing it up as a teenager to wash away the bad memories until she couldn’t take it anymore and decided to take a razor and open up her fucking wrists!!”


“YOU MOTHERFUCKER!!” Nico shouted at the top of his lungs, lunging passed Amy Connors and throwing himself right into Max. A brawl broke out between the two as Amy Connors rushed to get away from the sudden carnage while security team members rushed in to break the two apart. The last thing heard was Amy Connors frantically shouting, “Cut the camera! Cut the camera!”

Suddenly, the hand in frame shifted and gave a harsh tap on the space bar to pause the video. The screen froze on a shot of Max LeBrun and Nico Salvatore, practically at each other's throat, grabbing at one another's shirt as each man had a fist drawn back to get a punch in.

From here, the camera shifted over to reveal the identity of the woman at the computer. As expected, it was none other than Adrianna Salvatore. She sat back in the chair, looking like it was taking everything not to throw the laptop across the locker room. Or flip the entire damn table over. She shook her head, folding her arms over her Misfits tanktop and let out a shaky sigh.

"Hey. You ok over there, bad-ass?" Mia Hayashi walked up behind Adrianna, comfortingly bending down to give her a hug from behind. "Trust me. Before ANYTHING happens one way or the other, he's gonna give you a sincere, heartfelt apology for that shit. And if he doesn't, we'll all beat his ass worse than the Renegades did. You have my word."

Adrianna leaned back into the hug, holding onto Mia's arm and buried the bottom half of her face down into it with a shaky sigh. It was evident she was fighting back tears that she'd rather the camera and fans not see. "I'm just reminding myself that this is the piece of shit that Chris has to team with tonight. And for what? Because it's smart booking? Is Brody gonna try and feed a Best for Business line?" Adrianna blinked, squeezing on Mia's forearm as if it were a comfort to her. Confirming that someone was there for her. "I'm not even sure I want an apology, Mouse. Part of me thinks I'd rather have his blood." She said with a bitterness in her tone. As she did, the sound of the door opening and closing could be heard and Angel Kusanagi leisurely passed by the camera in the background, evidently returning from her escapade at ringside.

"Sweetheart... this is a ruthless business." She said, giving Adrianna a sweet little smooch on top of her head. "The things he said were disgusting... but all he was trying to do was get in your brother's head. Like I said, it's disgusting... but not at all unlike what me and you did to Lara, if you think about it. It's mental and emotional warfare. And while it's gross and upsetting.... we did the same thing. All I'm saying is... is he offers an apology, we're hypocrites if we don't accept it. Now... if he DOESN'T offer one? I'll punch him in the dick so hard he'll piss maple syrup."

The smooch caused Adrianna to close her eyes with a small smile forming on her face. Mia may have stopped her in the 'love you like a sister' zone but she'd take what she could get. "Yeah, I guess you're right. Speaking of...." That reminded her. "Have you tried talking to Lara again since the other---" A knock on the door cut her off. She kept a gentle hold onto Mia's forearm as she looked off camera. While Adrianna didn't move, Angel Kusanagi passed behind her and Mia again to answer it, before the door could be heard opening.

"Nani...?" Angel's voice came from off screen.

"It's fine." Adrianna called, giving Mia a pat on the arm before she stood from her chair and scowled. A few seconds passed before the audience watching made a slow, building commotion as Max LeBrun stepped into the frame. As was the usual, he was mostly in his gear, minus his pads, gloves and vest. Instead, he wore a black beanie with a Canadian flag colored skull and a sleeveless Baptized In Blood t-shirt. Adrianna folded her tattoo covered arms over her chest and sized the man up (and Candi if she's with him). "...Looking for Chris?"

Max gave a tentative nod. His expression alone said he didn't exactly want to cause trouble here. "Yeah. He didn't answer from his locker room so I thought I'd check here." He and Adrianna locked glances for what seemed like a painfully long time. He knew what was on her mind. She wanted to rip his head off. "Look. I know things with your crew and my old gang have been kinda...." He stopped and looked beside Adrianna at Mia, gesturing to the little Japanese woman. "...Is she gonna rip my eyes out or something?"

Adrianna gave a shrug that said she wasn't really worried if Mia did or not. "Maybe...?"

"That depends on how you handle this situation, dude." Mia said, raising an eyebrow. "You're in a place right now that me and her both have been in. You were a total douche-canoe, and now you wanna be better. So the key is how you handle the shit you've done in the past."

Max nodded in admittance to what Mia was saying. "You're right, I have been." He looked between the two before straight at Adrianna again. "Anyway, what I was gonna say goes with what she just pointed out. I've been a dick. And I know you're staring a hole through me because the last time I had anything to do involving you or your family, I said some shit that was way out of my place. I didn't even know your mom. I barely even know your old man---"

Adrianna stopped him with a hand coming up again. "You're right. You didn't know her."

Max held his hands up, submissively. "And for what it's worth, I'm sorry. I really am. I just wanted to let you know that and that you girls don't need to worry about Candi and I causing you anymore problems. Chris and I have our thing tonight with Julian and Tyler and...well...given the passed few days, I'm sure your minds are focused elsewhere."

"Yeah, no shit there." Adrianna said, as if Max had stated the obvious and looked away for a second towards Mia. "You good, Mouse?"

"I'm good." Mia nodded, shrugging to her friend. "But if you ain't, tell me now and I'll boot him in the sack and walk away."

Max looked to Adrianna with an almost horrified 'wait, what?!' expression. Adrianna stifled a laugh and gave Mia a look that was a mix between 'this is why I love you' and simply 'you're adorable.' "We're good." She said to Max.

"Great." He held a hand up, offering an official truce. "Candi and I are running solo now, it looks like. But if you girls need anything, hit us up."

Adrianna looked at the hand, pausing in thought before clasping it and following through with a fist bump. "We'll let you know. You know? Mouse here's right. You seem pretty cool when you're not being a dick."

Max blinked and frowned comically like he wasn't sure whether to be flattered or offended. "Thanks... I think? Anyway. See ya later. I'll bring Candi by later and you can hash things out with her, too."

"I'll let Chris know you're looking for him." Adrianna said before Max left the two to themselves again. Once the door could be heard closing, Adrianna's face turned serious and she was looking at Mia again. "What I meant was, how are you doing with everything that's been happening the passed couple days?" As she spoke, Angel Kusanagi finally made an actual appearance on camera, coming to stand next to Mia. In one hand was her cell phone that she was holding up at head level. A second after Adrianna finished speaking, the question she just asked Mia came through Angel's phone sounding as if it were Siri but speaking Japanese. Angel looked from her phone to Mia, waiting.

"Not talking about it." Mia said, and adorably, the moment Adrianna even HINTED as to what had gone down with Lara over the weekend, tears welled up a bit in Mia's eyes. "Not gonna think about it and not gonna fall apart. It's our fault, A. We did this to her."

Adrianna was quick to move and turned towards Mia, pulling the comparably pint sized woman in. "Hey." Ironically, it was her giving out the comfort now as she hugged Mia against her. "Shhh. Maybe it is. But then again, maybe it isn't. We pushed her buttons but we tried to make amends. All we can do now is...." She sighed. What could they do? "Keep trying. Keep trying until we can't anymore." The only thing that even remotely could have lightened the sudden drop in the mood might have been Angel's smart phone translator relaying everything to her in Japanese. The woman's normally cold expression almost seemed to...soften...and she looked at Mia. "Oi...Mia-chan." She said with surprising emotion and sympathy in her tone. "Kore wa...." She stopped, looking at Adrianna and remembering Japanese wasn't one of her languages. She thought for a moment then turned to Mia again. "You. Me. A-chan." She pointed to each as she referenced and held up a hand with three fingers pressed together. "No matter. Yes?"

Adrianna nodded. "Angel's right. In the end, no matter what happens? We've got each other. That's what brought us together, in the first place." Adrianna made Mia look up at her by gently cupping her face. It absolutely broke her heart to see her usually bubbly little Mouse so damn broken up. Adrianna's thumbs wiped away Mia's tears and she gave her a soft but stern look. "We're all gonna get through this. Okay? We'll figure it out."

Mia sniffed and cracked a small smile, nuzzling into Adrianna before reaching over to hug Angel. "You and Bonkers, man... you nutty bitches are my family. I love you both."

"There's the smile I was looking for." Adrianna said, squeezing Mia comfortingly as Angel, surprisingly, stepped in for the hug without hesitation. "We love you, too, Mouse. Always remember that." Adrianna said nothing more, then. Instead, she rested the side of her face down against the top of Mia's head and just smiled contently as the shot faded out....

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Fading back in from a commercial, the camera panned over the arena.

HANSON
"Welcome back folks!"

REYNOLDS
"Jesus, this night's getting wild!"

HANSON
"It's about to get a little wilder, Nicky. We saw Lara Blackheart on Twitter demand proper competition from management. Erin Mercer stepped up to the plate. That match is here right now!"

During Lara Blackheart's entrance, the camera cut to backstage where Erin Mercer was walking intently towards the Gorilla Position. Dressed in her red themed gear with her Red Queen jacket on, the gorgeous redhead was anything but happy as she stormed towards the stage.

"Erin! Erin, Erin!" Offscreen, Amy Connors could be heard as she came in from the side with a microphone. "Sorry to bother you. I know you're on your way to the ring. How's your shoulder?"

"It feels a lot better." Erin said, rolling the shoulder that Tyler Grey worked two weeks ago with the Judgement Day. "Still a little sore but I should be good. Hey, how are you doing? Tyler giving you any shit?"

Amy Connors went meek and shook her head. "Umm...not today. I haven't run into him. I've kinda been laying low." She said sadly which only seemed to make Erin look angrier. "Anyway, do you have a second to---"

"Look." Erin cut her off. "I'm sorry, Amy, but I'm in the zone right now. I've got a wrestling date with a spoiled ass little bitch who thinks the world owes her something. I'm gonna go give her the ass beating which is the only thing she deserves, right now. I'll talk to you after the match, okay? Come hang out with me and Alex, later."

"Oh...." Amy smiled like the offer literally warmed her heart. "Okay. I'll see if I can make it!"

"Great. Bye, girl." Erin said as Diamante's "Coming In Hot" kicked on over the speakers and she moved to the curtain to begin her entrance.

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In a 16:32 long match that saw Lara Blackheart show a more angry, hateful and aggressive side, she defeated Erin Mercer after a brutal but even back and forth contest when - while brawling outside the ring during the count towards 20 - Lara Blackheart delivered the Coma White to Erin Mercer on the concrete floor before rolling her back into the ring for the pinfall.

HANSON
"Good lord, I'm surprised she didn't open her up again with that one!"

REYNOLDS
"She is so HOT when she's like this!!"

HANSON
"Oh shut up!"

As Ghost's "Dance Macabre" played with Lara Blackheart strutting back up the ramp, Erin Mercer sat up in the ring with a hand on her head, glaring and shaking her head at the girl.

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Chris Wolfe and Max LeBrun defeated Tyler Grey and Julian Morrison, by pinfall in 25:19 when Max hit the Slapshot on Julian, knocking him towards Chris to hit him with the DireWolfe before Chris scored the pinfall.

As Tyler and Julian retreated up the ramp, Max and Chris fist bumped and seemed to recognize there was a natural chemistry between the two as they turned their attention each on their former friends, heading up the ramp.

HANSON
"Well, looks like the Renegades are 1 and 2 tonight, Jim!"

REYNOLDS
"Oh fuck you, Nicky! It's because of that traitor, Max!"

HANSON
"Traitor?! They kicked him and Candi Broduer out of the group!"

REYNOLDS
"They tried to beat some sense into them. Max and Candi should have realized their mistakes and let Serena take over leadership of the Renegades. They could still be part of them!"

HANSON
"Oh you make me sick, sometimes. You know that?"

REYNOLDS
"Suck it up, buttercup."

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*A chainsaw roars to life over the sound system as the crowd is bathed in red light, the ramp glowing bright white. As the crowd roars, Rick Dickulous steps from behind the curtain waving and smiling, the Silver Mountain Championship around his waist, and a gift bag in his hand. As he makes his way to the ring, he plays the crowd, slapping high fives, posing for a few selfies*

HANSON
"Here comes the NFW Silver Mountain Champion, Rick Dickulous..."

"Who cares, Nicky? This guy's dumber than a fucking bag of doorknobs, and that's insulting the bag of doorknobs!"

HANSON
"I'm sure he'd love you to tell him that to his face, Jim! He has defended this Championship for 267 days, ladies and gentlemen, and after tonight's match we may see a triple threat at March Mayhem as per the deal struck between Clerance Fletcher Townsend and Steven Brody last week!"

REYNOLDS
"After tonight my boy CFT will finally get the respect due to a man of his incredible talent and legacy..."

*Rick hops up onto the apron from the floor and steps over the ropes, circling the ring, still playing for the crowd. He motions for a mic and sets the gift bag down in the centre of the ring. He motions for the crowd to settle before raising the mic to his mouth*

"Ya know, guy, I was doin' a little thinking while I was in the back, and I realized something, eh? We're here in Philly..."

*As Rick pauses, the crowd pops*

"...home of legends, right guy? I mean, people like The Blue Meanie?"

REYNOLDS
"What about that fat fu--"

HANSON
"Now, Jim...Rick has a point, The Blue Meanie IS from Philladelphia."

REYNOLDS
"He's still a fat fu--"

"Then we can't forget about one of the toughest sons of bitches alive...the beer drinking, chain smoking, kendo stick swinging badass mofo known as SANDMAN, eh?!"

*The crowd cheers at the mention of Sandman's name, Rick motions for quiet again before resuming*

"Then, there's the guy sitting right down there, front row...."

*Rick points as the shot switches to a closeup of Raven from a ringside camera. Raven smiles into the lens as Rick continues and the crowd cheers*

"...see, I realized that tonight's show was made possible by Raven, guy, and I wanted to show my appreciation! So, quick and easy, Raven? Would ya come on into the ring, guy? This gift is for you, bud!"

REYNOLDS
"Are you fucking kidding me, Nicky? Why would he be calling Raven into the ring?"

HANSON
"If you were listening, Jim, I believe Rick has a gift for Raven..."

*As the camera switches back to the ringside angle, Raven can be seen nodding and shrugging at the ring. Fans nearby bomb the shot with waves and goofy smiles as Raven stands up and hops the barricade. Ringside assistants guide Raven to the steps, and he climbs up onto the apron. As he steps through the ropes, the arena erupts, Rick meeting Raven in the centre of the ring with a fist bump and finger guns*

"This guy right here made tonight's match a possibility, guy! Without the twisted mind of Raven, none of this would even be possible. So, Scott-guy? Go on, bud! Open your gift!"

*As Raven picks the gift bag up from the mat and looks inside, he smiles while still looking inside*

HANSON
"Whatever Rick's got for Raven, it looks like it's good, Jim!"

"What is it, an eight ball of blow, Nicky? I mean, Rick's Canadian...they call cocaine snow...."

HANSON
"That's a pretty low blow, even from you..."

REYNOLDS
"Fuck you, Nick."

HANSON
"Putting the ass in class as always, I see."

*Raven reaches into the bag, and slowly retrieves the contents. Shaking the bunched up cloth, it suddenly reveals itself as a referee jersey*

"See, Raven-guy, I figured since this is your baby? Who better to referee it? I mean, I'm willing to bet Brody won't have an issue with it, eh?"

REYNOLDS
"This fucking idiot's out of his mind, Nicky! He can't just choose the referee for his own match!! Who does he think he is?! Floyd Mayweather?!"

HANSON
"He's trying to make a moment, Jim! Listen to this crowd! They want it!"

All around the arena, Philadelphia had already started chanting.

"PUT IT ON!"

"PUT IT ON!"

"PUT IT ON!"

"PUT IT ON!"

Holding the jersey in his hands, Raven calmly looked around the crowd as if considering the idea, still. He started to say something to Rick when a new voice came through the speakers.

"Whoa whoa whoa, now. Easy, Rick." The camera cut to the stage as Steven Brody came walking out, talking into a microphone. "Now, I'm sure Philly would love to see this. Hell, let's be honest, I'd love to see this bu----" This set the crowd off into another electric pop. Steven Brody looked around with an amused smile. "Philly, you wanna see The Diabolical One officiate this match?"



Steven Brody grinned and looked to the ring again, addressing Raven. "Scott, you down?"

Inside the ring, Raven looked more amused than anything and shrugged his shoulders. Rick quickly held the mic out as he began to say something. "--got no problem with it, if you don't, Steve."

Steven Brody nodded and motioned with a hand then. "Alright then. James?" He said, addressing James Greer, the senior official. "You got this one off. Scott, put on that jersey. Let's get this match started."



REYNOLDS
"WHAT?!?!"

HANSON
"HAHAAAA YEEEESSSS!!!"

REYNOLDS
"HE CAN'T DO THAT!!"

HANSON
"He's the Commissioner of this company, Jim! He can do whatever he wants!"

REYNOLDS
"THIS IS BULLSHIT!"

HANSON
"It is not! This is smart booking! He said he was gonna make it up to Philly for the delay in the broadcast. Here it is!!"

The crowd began to chant "RA-VEN! RA-VEN! RA-VEN!" as Scott Levy removed his black, leather jacket and pulled the referee jersey on, over a long sleeved, old worn Pearl Jam t-shirt. He handed the jacket to James Greer who offered to set it aside at ringside. Scott Levy - no, RAVEN - then climbed the turnbuckle and threw out his arms in his old wrestling pose, drawing another pop from his home town. After he climbed down, he took the mic from Rick and looked between him, Shelley and CFT. "Alright then. If you guys are good to go...." He turned towards the camera at the corner and got right into the lens with a twisted smirk. "Let's have some fun.... RING THE BELL!!"

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!! WE'VE GOT OURSELVES A SPECIAL GUEST REFEREE IN A HOUSE OF FUN MATCH!! LET'S DO THIS!!"

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To say the House of Fun Triple Threat match was brutal, well...you get the idea. The majority of the match actually saw Shelley Silver (who seemed more emotional and on edge tonight) and Clarence Fletcher Townsend going at it while Rick Dickulous seemed to more so be enjoying the show.

He even made it a point to begin pulling weapons off of the chains around the ring and tossing them to Shelley. "Here, use this, guy!"

REYNOLDS
"Is he gonna compete in this match or is he just gonna help Shelley whup on my boy?!"

HANSON
"He is, technically, Jim. You can double team if you want to."

REYNOLDS
"That's not double teaming! He's just handing Shelley Silver shit to hit him with! What the hell's wrong with her anyway? She seems a little...I dunno. Off her game?"

As Shelley Silver and CFT continued inside the ring, Raven took a moment to hop out since it was a no disqualification anyway and confronted Rick Dickulous. "Hey, you gonna wrestle this match or not? Get your ass in the ring!

"Hey, relax, Raven-guy!"

"I am relaxed. But this is a triple threat match! Get in the ring, already! You wanted me to ref this match? I call the shots. Go!" Raven comically shoved Rick towards the ring until the big man relented and shrugged, getting into the fray.

Rick Dickulous didn't get much offense in by the time he did join in. He never laid a single hand on Shelley yet and barely began laying into CFT before Victoria Emmerson pulled something from her purse in a panic when she saw that her man was getting overwhelmed. Crawling into the ring, she produced an object in her hand which turned out to be...Pepper Spray?! To the shock of the crowd, she sprayed it RIGHT into Shelley Silver's eyes before throwing her out of the ring. Sloane moved to Shelley's side, cursing Victoria for a bitch as Rick Dickulous turned and towered over Victoria, snatching the Pepper Spray out of her hand and pointing to it in disgust.

HANSON
"Ohhhh Rick doesn't look happy!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey he better not touch her! She's not in this match!"

HANSON
"It's an intergender division and she just involved herself in this match, Jim!"

REYNOLDS
"Don't you do it, you big dumb son of a bitch--WHOA HEY!! HEY!!!"

The crowd began to stir wildly as a figure came rushing down the ramp towards the ring. Victoria Emmerson looked, SCREAMED and scrambled to get out of the ring as DOOMSDAY appeared and hit Rick Dickulous with a brutal SPEAR sending him through a table set up in the corner!!!!

HANSON
"WHAT THE HELL IS DOOMSDAY DOING OUT HERE?!?!"

REYNOLDS
"KAIJU'S COME FOR THE CANADIAN JAEGER, NICKY!!!"

HANSON
"Oh, you're real funny, Jim!!"

Inside the ring, Raven stood back, unsure of what to even do. As if he could tell Doomsday to leave, anyway. Doomsday stood to his feet and met eyes with one of his old rivals. Behind him, CFT stumbled to his feet and into the center of the ring where he realized what had just happened. Nodding with approval, he offered Doomsday a handshake.

REYNOLDS
"See? CFT knows how to show appreciation! That's a gentleman, right there!"

Doomsday took the handshake...and KICKED CFT right below the belt before delivering to him the FALLOUT!!

REYNOLDS
"OH OF COURSE, YOU PSYCHO SON OF A BITCH!!!"

Without hesitation then, Doomsday pulled CFT's unconcious body over...and laid him out over Rick Dickulous unconcious body before stepping back.

HANSON
"Wait a minute!! Is he...? IS HE...?!"

Hesitating, clearly not wanting to do it this way, Raven dropped to the mat and made the count.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

REYNOLDS
"WHAAAAAAT?!"

HANSON
"ARE YOU KIDDING?!"

REYNOLDS
"CFT WINS!!!! CFT WINS!!!! MY BOY'S GOING TO MARCH MISERY, NICKY!!!! HAHAAAAAA!!!"

As Antonio Vivaldi's "Storm" played throughout the arena, Doomsday slipped out of the ring, backing up the ramp as CFT came to with Victoria Emmerson helping him to his feet, letting him know the outcome. As the two celebrated the victory, Sloane Cameron finished pouring water over Shelley Silver's face while Rick Dickulous started to come to and noticed Doomsday watching from the stage.

HANSON
"Well, like it or not folks, CFT is tonight's winner of the House of Fun match. The Silver Mountain Championship match at March Misery will be a triple threat match! As to what the stipulation will be? We don't even know! Rick hasn't named one yet! We'll find out soon, hopefully! We'll see you back next week folks for more NFW action!! We're two weeks from March Misery and things are heating up!! For James Reynolds, I'm Nick Hanson! So long everyone!"