March Misery - Knoxville, Tennessee - 03/11/2019!

Glimpses of NFW superstars are seen under a green undertone while Dropkick Murphy's "Warrior's Code" serves as the background music. The vignette focuses mainly on specific faces, namely those booked for March 11th's March Misery.

- We get a flashback glimpse of Judas and Kenny Omega staring each other down, face to face at 2018's Vlad Blackheart Memorial.

- A short recap plays of last week's triple threat House of Fun, showcasing CFT winning his way into the Silver Mountain Championship match.

- A quick run through of the women involved in the Money In The Bank match are shown. Erin Mercer winking over her shoulder during her entrance. Kennedy Campbell yelling from the turnbuckle. Kimi Smalls is seen performing her singles dance on the entrance stage. Candi Broduer stands in the ring, drawing her thumb across her throat near the end of a match. Mia Hayashi adjusts her hair into a messy bun and gives an adorable sneer as she flips off the camera. Lara Blackheart smirks at the camera, blowing a kiss.

- The next clip shows the men of The Renegades glaring into the camera, standing as a unit. The screen flashes to show Ethan Skinner, grinning darkly at the camera.

- In between flashes of broken glass and a burning wicker man, we see glimpses of Serena Frost, holding the Women's TV Championship as she sneers at the camera. A quick flash shows Angel Kusanagi, grinning wickedly through her wet, platinum blonde hair.

- The next clip shows the surprise attack on the Iron Maidens at the hands of the Super Bitch Squad, followed by the in-ring brawl from the March 4th episode where LeeAnn Viskan joined the fray.

- A recap shows the long, brutal feud between Connor K and AKI versus Suzuki-gun. Mixed in with it, is the inclusion of Nico Salvatore mixing it up with Havok and Takashi Sugiura at Wrestle War XV. The clip wraps up with Connor K and AKI coming to Nico's aid in his match against Shingo Takagi before a brief cut shows both sides taunting one another at ring side.

Finally, the March Misery logo SLAMS onto the screen and sweeps away as......

We cut to the inside of the Thompson-Boling Arena in Knoxville, Tennessee!



HANSON
"WELCOME LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, TO NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING'S MARCH MISERY!!

REYNOLDS
"WHY THE HELL ARE WE NOT HAVING THIS IN BOSTON, ON ST. PATRICK'S DAY, NICKY?!?!"

HANSON
"Wait, what?"

REYNOLDS
"Big March special event, Nicky!! It's hyped up!! There's a bunch of guys and honeys wanting to beat each other's asses!! We got the fucking Dropkick Murphys playing!!"

James Reynolds points up at the roof of the arena, indicating the speakers.

REYNOLDS
"This could have been a St. Patrick's Day themed event!! I could have thrown beads and had titties flopping all over my face! You dropped the ball, scheduling!!"

James Reynolds says as he points at the camera. Nick Hanson looks absolutely perplexed.

HANSON
"Jim?"

REYNOLDS
"What?"

HANSON
"You're combining St. Patrick's Day with Mardi Gras, you moron!"

REYNOLDS
"What?"

HANSON
"They don't have beads and women at St. Patrick's Day events!"

REYNOLDS
"The hell they don't! What the fuck kinda St. Patrick's Day parties do you go to? Oh right, you visit your mother every year for that corned beef and cabbage shit. Fucking loser."

HANSON
"Fuck you, Jimmy."

James Reynolds. Freezes. Holding a bottle of water in his hand, ready to sip, he stops with a look of shock forming on his face as the water from the bottle starts to dribble out onto the table. He doesn't even notice this as he slowly turns his shocked look towards his broadcast partner. Did Nick Hanson just drop the 'F' bomb?! Nick Hanson looks at James Reynolds, unamused as he points to the spilling water.

HANSON
"Hey, genius. Your water's running."

Just as he says this, James Reynolds feels the water running off of the table and onto his lap, jarring him out of his daze as he jumps up to begin wiping himself off.

REYNOLDS
"AGH!!!! SHIT!!! NICKY, GODDAMN IT!!!"

Adjusting his tie, Nick Hanson takes in and lets out a deep breath before smiling to the camera.

HANSON
"Folks, let me apologize for my language there. Once again, as I was saying, welcome to March Misery! We're here at the Thompson-Boling Arena in Knoxville, Tennessee!! We've got one hell of a card here, tonight! Four championships are going on the line and we've got our promotion's first ever Money In The Bank ladder match. Not a new concept in wrestling, per say, but new to us. Six women are gonna be competing in a ladder match where the first one to grab the briefcase will win a contract for a match against the NFW Women's Champion, at any time of their choosing! Speaking of ladder matches, let's hit up on that Silver Mountain Championship Match. A King of the Silver Mountain match for the Silver Mountain title. Shelley Silver and Clarence Fletcher Townsend will both challenge Rick Dickulous in a ladder match for the championship, but here's the kicker. You don't win by bringing down the belt. You win by hanging up the belt! And that's only done after you've scored a pinfall against one of the opponents! Once you're pinned, you have to spend two minutes in a penalty box. That competitor can't participate in the match for a whole two minutes! One hundred and twenty seconds, folks! That's a hell of an advantage to gain. Also we---"

A wet paper towel flies in and wraps around Nick Hanson's face as an angry James Reynolds storms back into frame and sits down in his seat.

REYNOLDS
"Goddamn it!!"

He curses as he puts his headset back on and glares at Nick Hanson.

REYNOLDS
"I can't believe you, Nicky!"

Nick Hanson pulls the paper towel off of his face and drops it to the floor, looking at James Reynolds, fed up with his antics.

HANSON
"Let me guess, $200 jeans?"

REYNOLDS
"No! These are Wranglers from Wal-Mart! No, you told me to go fuck myself, Nicky!"

HANSON
"At this point, you should."

REYNOLDS
"What did I ever do to you?"

Nick Hanson looks at him like 'are you kidding me, right now?' before shaking his head and returning to the breakdown of the card.

HANSON
"Anyway folks, in addition to that match, we've got both Television Championships going on the line. Chris Wolfe will defend his against Matt Klazzic. You can see, he's not with us right now, as usual. He's gotta get ready for his match. But folks, let's talk about the Women's TV title match: A Tai Pei...Wicker Man...Death Match. Serena Frost and Angel Kusanagi are going to wrestle in that ring. Rope around their hands. Broken glass stuck to the rope. It's an ancient Muay Thai practice. That's the Tai Pei part. The Wicker Man part is where it gets crazy. A wicker weave casket will be placed at ringside. The only way to win, folks, is to force your opponent into the casket...lock them in...and then you must set the casket on fire!"

REYNOLDS
"I don't wanna see Serena's pretty face or body get mangled in that match! Did you see her Fujiko Friday post, Nicky?"

HANSON
"I don't have Twitter."

REYNOLDS
"Bring it up!!"



REYNOLDS
"Look at that, Nicky. She is fine! You hear me? She. Is. Fine!!"

HANSON
"I heard you the first time, Jim. Anyway, also folks--"

REYNOLDS
"SHE. IS. GOD. DAMN. FINE. NICKY!!!! WHY DO YOU WANNA SEE THAT BEAUTIFUL BODY GET MANGLED AND BURNED?!?!"

HANSON
"You know, Angel Kusanagi's a beautiful girl, too."

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, maybe under all of the fucking psychotic, homicidal tendencies. Crazy bitch."

Nick Hanson shakes his head, rolling his eyes.

HANSON
"So those are the championship matches, folks. Also we'll be seeing Suzuki-gun, represented by Takashi Sugiura, Shingo Takagi and Havok taking on the team of Nico Salvatore, AKI and Connor K. Now, remember, Connor K is still technically injured! His arm is in a sling! He was forced into this match after Paul Heyman convinced our Commissioner Steven Brody to do so."

REYNOLDS
"Hey, I gotta agree with Heyman! If Connor can stick his nose into matches, he can wrestle one! His shoulder didn't hurt when he pulled down that rope!"

HANSON
"You know damn well there's a difference, Jim."

REYNOLDS
"Yeah, whatever, Nicky."

HANSON
"You're helpless."

REYNOLDS
"Fuck you, Nicky."

Nick Hanson rolls his eyes and continues on.

HANSON
"Anyway, folks. To wrap up this breakdown, we'll also be seeing the in-ring debut of SBS, the uhh...Super Bitch Squad...as they call themselves...."

REYNOLDS
"They should be called Super Sexy Bitches."

HANSON
(ignoring Jim)
"They'll be taking on The Iron Maidens along with the new addition of Marissa Payne's mother, LeeAnn Viskan. She left the Dominion Of Pain, as it turned out, to finish her career with her family. Believe me, we're gonna hate to see her go when she does, but we expect one more run out of, if I may, the Queen of Payne."

REYNOLDS
"Hey, c'mon, that was good, Nicky! Right? Super Sexy Bitches?"

HANSON
(still ignoring him)
"Our last main card match we need to cover is gonna be an interesting one, folks. A gauntlet match! Ethan Skinner - whose taken to calling himself the Maori Goth on social media - will be taking on The Renegades. Julian Morrison, Tyler Grey and Tyson Law."

REYNOLDS
"Tyson's back on twitter!"

HANSON
"I saw that."

REYNOLDS
"Wait, you said you don't have twitter."

HANSON
"I follow wrestling news pages, Jim. I don't need Twitter."

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhh, riiiiight. Good point. But hey, I hope my boys in the Renegades whup Skinner's creepy little ass, Nicky! Hey, so c'mon, that joke about SBS was good right? Because it's true? It's funny because it's true!"

HANSON
"Now then folks, let's go ahead and take it to our camera crew as we get ready for the prelim matches!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey! Stop ignoring me! Laugh at my goddamn joke!"

HANSON
"The joke sucked, Jim. Deal with it."

REYNOLDS
"FU---"

The shot cuts away from ringside and the announce table to....

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[EARLIER THIS AFTERNOON]

The caption appeared in white on the top of the screen, holding for a moment as the camera opened on the locker room area. Among the backstage staff moving around down the hallway, one man stood out among the rest of them. Headed directly towards the camera in a crisp, black suit - literally, all black - the Dominion of Pain's newest acquisition, Darius Crowley walked closer and closer down the hallway with a duffel bag held in one hand as he walked right up to...and passed the camera. Darius moved up to a door labeled, simply: The Dominion Of Pain and opened it with his free hand, stepping inside smoothly and setting his bag down on a bench. The camera stayed on him as he removed his circular lens sunglasses and set them down before removing his suit jacket, immediately starting on his tie, afterward. Here, he seemed to notice the camera was still on him and glanced silently over his shoulder with an annoyed frown as if wondering why the camera man was still even there as he was clearly beginning to start changing for his match.

And of course, as was usually the case with Ethan and/or Judas.... the somber, dark mood Darius was giving off was utterly shattered by the pompous, irritable presence of Lara Blackheart, who pranced into the room happily, in cut-off denim shorts that were borderline obscene, knee-length socks and sneakers, and a new Dr. Feelgood shirt, that looked exactly like the one her father used to wear, but instead of the initials VB behind the symbol, it was now LB.

"Hey hey hey! What's up, Morgoth Junior? Hey, might wanna get back to the parlor soon, I think I see a few patches of bare flesh there..." God, this girl had gotten obnoxious...

As Lara said this, Darius had removed his vest and dress shirt to reveal, indeed, a mass of tattoos that covered his shoulders, arms and across under the back of his neck from what his white tanktop allowed to be seen. Unlike the other men of the stable who were seen as more moody and irritable when Lara jested at them, Darius set his dress shirt and vest down over where he laid his jacket on the bench and turned to look down at the energetic little vixen. He looked directly at Lara...and greeted her with a calm nod. "Lara. How are you? I trust you're ready for your match tonight?"

"Goddamn right." She replied, giving a cocky little grin up at the man. "I know exactly how I'm gonna win tonight. I got the whole thing worked out. Even with MonsterBitch in there instead of Hayashi, I'm good to go." She paused, before reaching into her small handbag and pulling out a Veggietales DVD, holding it up to the camera. "Speaking of which... Adrianna? Honey? Just to save you some money, don't bother buying this, it's NOT about Mia, as much as it looks to be."

Darius just...looked at Lara. Unphased. Did he not have a sense of humor? It certainly didn't seem so. He took a moment to remove his tanktop undershirt that went with his suit. Yup. More tattoos. The man was covered with them, it seemed. Like a Caucasian Yakuza covered in images of demons and old Pagan symbols. "Is it alright, Miss Lara...." He began, pulling out pieces of his gear from his duffel bag and setting it aside. "...if I offer some advice? As servant to the Dominion. Your Dominion."

"Sure thing, Tats McGee. Fire away." She said, hopping up to sit on a nearby table, legs dangling from it. Clearly, SOMETHING had broken within this girl... to turn her from a sweet, fun-loving girl to a cold, cruel, cocky bitch.

Darius finished setting out his gear and turned to stand in front of her, keeping what could be perceived as a respectable distance so as not to intrude on her personal space. Darius pressed his finger tips together as he thought for a moment. Then he looked up, firmly and sincerely at Lara. "I've come here to aid you. I've come here to carry out your commands and wishes as a member of the new Dominion. However...." He added. "Speaking from experience in a way...I highly suggest that you don't take Adrianna Salvatore lightly. I understand you have a plan in mind. I don't doubt it's a good one. But I have seen what a person with nothing to lose can do to a human being that they deem responsible for taking everything away from them. I witnessed that when Doomsday sought vengeance against my own father. Now, I'm not one for cliche quotes, but in some cases it's true that the apple doesn't fall far from the tree." He paused, lowering his hands and lifting his head to look directly at her. "And I full believe that Doomsday's daughter truly is her father's child. Even more so than her brother." He bowed his head then. "That's all I wanted to say on the matter. Forgive me if I was out of place."

"No, no... I appreciate the advice. I do." Lara said, tapping her chin a few times as she tried to think of how to explain her train of thought. "I know how dangerous she is. I really do. But let me ask you.... are you a comic book fan, Darius?"

Shockingly, at least to some, Darius actually nodded. This guy liked comic books? "I keep a wide collection from my adolescent years, yes. Why do you ask?" Although, something on his face...in his eyes...this guy already knew what was coming. Or at least somewhat. Lara was going to reference something similar to her current situation. Darius looked intrigued, to say the least.

"Remember Juggernaut? X-Men villain? Big, tough, virtually unstoppable?" She grinned, pulling her knees to her chest. "How do the X-Men stop his big ass every time? By taking him head on and kicking his ass? Hell no. They piss him off until he does something stupid, then trap him in concrete, or steel, or something else while they go about their mission." She tapped the side of her head. "Crazy bitches like Salvatore... you gotta outsmart them, honey. And I know her weakness. Hayashi. I don't even have to hide what I'm doing. She loves that little bitch so much that insults, threats, whatever to her just make her see red like a goddamn bull."

As Lara Blackheart began to do just as Darius Crowley suspected, the camera caught a revelation in his eyes as the heir to the Dominion of Pain pretty much demonstrated to him, that she knew exactly what she was doing when it came to everything. The stoic man almost...smiled. Almost. No. He did smile. It was a small one. And it was full of dark intrigue. "And I see now why Father Judas chose you as his successor." Just as he did when he greeted her in the ring, Darius politely took her hand and kissed the back of it in a gentlemanly fashion. It looked more odd than anything now that half of his suit was off and his rather terrifying tattoos were exposed. He looked less like a distinguished gentleman and more like a devil in human form. "I appreciate you letting me offer advice on your current endeavor. Would you have anything to offer on mine?" Not that he looked like he really needed it. Darius was obviously just playing fair. He offered his future leader advice and was now, seeing what she as said leader, could offer him as the newest member before he stepped into an NFW ring for the first time, tonight.

"Until I've seen what you can do.... I can only offer one piece of advice." Lara told him, before giving an impish grin and bopping him on the nose with the tip of her index finger. "Don't fuck up, sweetie."

Darius just...blinked, as Lara bopped him on the nose. Here was this adorable little blonde, five foot nothing...bopping the nose of a man who looked like he perpetuated every Pagan, Satanic stereotype in existence...and he just...stood there. "I assure you, I don't intend to." He stood there for a moment before nodding and lifted his forearm for Lara to see one of his tattoos. The camera couldn't see it, but Darius read it out loud. "Mors Ante Dedecus. Latin. For 'Death Before Dishonor.'" He said, lowering the arm. "To fail would mean to dishonor myself and the Dominion. I do not know the meaning of failure." He said calmly, bowing his head then before turning and walking away from the camera to the bench where his gear was as the camera slowly panned over, focusing solely on Lara Blackheart then.

"Damn, I love this shit. It's like having my own little group of attack dogs. Look. Darius." She said, hopping down from the desk and leaning against the wall. "Eventually, you're gonna fuck up. Everyone does. So don't go like.... flogging yourself or anything when it happens. You're gonna be a big fuckin' deal here, I can tell. Just stay focused on always moving forward."

"I fully intend to, Miss." Said Darius, off screen as the camera focused in on Lara Blackheart's expression before the shot cut away to the next segment.

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The cameras open up on Jag’hatai practicing submission manoeuvres on practice partners. Switching from belly to belly suplexes to what appear to be armbars, switching from right arm, to left arm and back again. The cameras rotate over to where Elizavetta Von Dutch is sitting, critiquing silently her living weapon. Calling him over and offering a few suggestions, he returns to his training session and as the cameras attempt to rotate to follow, she reaches out and keeps the camera trained on her.

"Heya guys, We’re here are the Fort Sanders fitness gym in Knoxville Tennessee and I would normally not care if you witnessed our preparations for our match coming up, but we drew a mean customer this go round in Taka Michinoku. His list of victories are countless. His first title reign goes all the way back to 1996. That is a long time in this business. We know he has his own dojo where he trains the next generation of superstars. We sincerely applaud the man for all of his fine work. Without his career the stars of tomorrow would not exist today."

The cameras attempt to rotate again to focus on the hard slams that are concussive in the background. She smiles and lets the camera swing just a little more and then playfully pulls it back to her.

"I said no peeking. Now, we have already beaten a member of Suzuki-gun, El Desperado. Yet we know the man who invented the Michinoku driver is not the same poor calibre of wrestler. Rest assured though, all of his accolades, his accomplishments, his future stars, mean nothing if he is not man enough to meet us in the centre of the ring, and shake our hand. Get a backbone where your wishbone is. Be a man for all of those young wrestlers who look up to you. Be a man for all of your students at your dojo. Show the other members of Suzuki-gun how to handle defeat with class. There is one moment that will stand out to him, in his memory for all time. You see, we know he has a weakness. We found it watching tape. We will use it to defeat him come Monday night."

Smiling she leans back and the cameras swing to Jag’hatai delivering thundering belly to belly’s with a quick transition into a key lock, over and over again, right arm, left arm, doesn’t matter. The end result is key lock pinning combination. Is the new comer sending a message?

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Cutting back to ringside, the fans buzzed, anticipating the start of the matches.

HANSON
"Welcome back to ringside, folks, and if I'm not mistaken, it's about time we're gonna get the action under way!"



REYNOLDS
"Here we go, Nicky! Let's see how "The Ragman" likes this one!"

As James Reynolds and Nick Hanson conversed, Suzuki-gun's TAKA Michinoku stepped through the curtain, dressed in his gear, complete with his robe and Suzuki-gun towel over his head, wasting no time in heading for the ring.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen! This is your opening contest and is scheduled for one fall! Making his way to the ring, at this time, from Yotsukaido, Japan! Representing Suzuki-gun! TAKA MIIICHIIIIINOOOKUUUUUUUU!!!!!"

As soon as he was in the ring, TAKA threw off his tear away robe and snatched the towel off of his head, flinging it over onto Arden's head as he watched the ramp, waiting.

REYNOLDS
"TAKA looks ready, Nicky. I think Miss Von Dutch's boy might have bitten off more than he can chew, tonight."



As TAKA paced in the ring, the arena darkened and the lights took on a flashing effect of multiple colors as Evilwave's "Wakanda" came on over the speakers. Fifteen seconds in, a spotlight landed on the crowd, illuminating "The Ragman" Jag'hatai D'habi, as he moved through the fans, heading down towards the ring. As always, it wasn't until near the end of the song that he hopped over the barricade to meet up with Elizavetta Von Dutch who had sauntered down the ramp to ringside.

As the music faded out, the fans watched Jag'hatai D'habi as he looked up into the ring at TAKA. Before entering, however, he turned and pointed up at the video wall which came to life with a brief clip, showcasing a specific moment in TAKA Michinoku's one and only MMA match. The moment, in particular, being the instance where he tapped out to a Key Lock submission at the hands of KEI Yamamiya. A buzz sounded through the crowd. What kind of message was this?

TAKA Michinoku raised his eyebrows, grinning in amusement at whatever D'habi was trying to convey. When both men were in the ring, and D'habi went for his signature handshake, it looked like TAKA was actually going to go for it.

HANSON
"Oh wow, look at this! Is TAKA gonna---"

But the instant before their hands touched, TAKA brought that same hand up, throwing the middle finger right up in Jag'hatai's face as he stepped back into his corner. The crowd boo'ed the HELL out of him.

REYNOLDS
"Ohhhhh ho-ho-ho-hoooooooo!!! You didn't see that coming, Nicky? I did!"

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Jag'hatai D'habi and TAKA Michinoku wrestled an extremely technical matchup that showcased both men's abilities. Jag'hatai was, as seen twice before, extremely impressive and TAKA, at age 45, proved he could still roll with the guys considered 'still in their prime.'

At one point, in the match, it looked like Jag'hatai D'habi was, indeed, going for the Key Lock on TAKA Michinoku. Unlike in his MMA bout, however, TAKA managed to roll right out of it and counter it with an arm drag, sending D'habi across the mat.

REYNOLDS
"Whooaaaaaa!!!!! TAKA did some research after that Pancrase match, Nicky!"

HANSON
"Well you see who he runs with, Jim!"

Several moments later, into the match, D'habi did pick up the victory at 11:02, by pinfall, after delivering the Clotho's Whip to TAKA. Again, no handshake happened as TAKA rolled out of the ring, flipped D'habi off again and made for backstage.

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The scene opened up on the quiet, focused setting of the stable known as The Renegades each prepared for their matches that evening. All were present except for one, Tyson Law. That is, until a moment went by before the man's voice broke the silence with his obnoxious "Daaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaamn!!!" The man said as he came walking into frame, staring down at his phone with his expression hilariously wide eyed. "TyAnna Jupiter is fuckin' THICK, dawg!" He stepped over to where his team mates were and started lowering the phone down so Tyler Grey could see. Hilariously, Tyson stopped himself and showed Julian Morrison first, instead, for the fear that Tyler might destroy his new device. "Lookit that shit. Fuckin' ass you could get a meal out of!"

"Bro." Tyler said, giving a slightly annoyed look, having been sitting on the floor stretching. "You do know you're fucking white, yeah?"

Hilariously, Julian just looked at Tyson and gave a silent but in-agreement nod. Walking past them, Serena Frost elbowed them both in the ribs and huffed. "Really, guys? Fucking REALLY? Between this headcase..." she motioned at Tyler, "And this idiot..." she motioned to Tyson, "We've got about three different wars going on at once. THREE. And you two are sitting there drooling over some girl's ass?"

Tyson just looked at Serena in alarm at first before turning the phone up towards Serena and pointed at the screen, which evidently had an image of TyAnna Jupiter on it. "You're saying you wouldn't eat that?" He asked, holding the phone in front of her face. As he did, he turned his head towards Tyler Grey. "And no, you're white! I'm Chinese, motherfucker. Sun Tzu, Art of War, Ming Dynasty, all that wicked shit. My people'd whup the fuck outta a bunch of Maori tribesmen. Why do we gotta be worried about Emo Skinhead?"

Serena just glared at Tyson, honestly looking ready to stab him. "I'm straight, you fucking moron." She rolled her eyes, looking to the entire group. "Look. I'm only gonna say this once. You're all getting us into a LOT of shit right now. So knock it off, and handle what's already on our plate before you go pissing anyone ELSE off, ok? We need to get our shit together ASAP, or I'll leave you guys high and dry. Which considering your collective brainpower, would inevitably lead to destruction in two weeks or less."

Tyson blinked, putting his phone away with a look that simply said 'fair enough.' "Yo, chill, Serena. I'm just trynna lighten the mood. You know me. I know we gotta take shit seriously, but y'all are too serious, sometimes! I mean, yeah we have a bunch of things on our plate. Two of them? Those get knocked off, tonight. Me, Jay, and Cranky McRoidrage over here," He pointed down at Tyler Grey, "got things handled with Judas Lasher's little bitch boy. I don't give a fuck if Willy Mannheim's big ass thinks he's hiding something. He's still just a punk bitch in black eyeliner who's gonna have to outlast the three of us. And you, girl?" He looked Serena over briefly. There was even a brief look like 'damn' on his face before he finished what he was saying. "Angel Kukubarrow Kumquat ain't won a fuckin singles match since...." He stopped to think and looked to Julian and Tyler. "Yo, I don't think she's won a single fucking match since she's been here. No wonder Eido Tanaka dumped her spook ass!" He turned back to Serena. "You. Got. This!" He said, clapping his hands down with each word. "We got this shit. Fuck that bitch. Fuck Ethan Skinner. Fuck the Unwanted. Fuck the Dominion of Pain. Shit."

Serena just gave him A LOOK. A look that said it all. Including 'what was I thinking?'. "I gotta go get ready for my match. You assholes? I suggest you do the same." She turned then, and stormed out, muttering the word "....idiot..."

Tyler actually laughed then, hopping to his feet. "I got a hundred bucks says she could bust your skull open if she wanted to."

Tyson rolled his eyes in visible annoyance. It was becoming clear that he was starting to get tired of being laughed at and mocked. Something that had clearly been done ever since he set foot into NFW and got mixed up against Nico Salvatore. "Look, are we on the same page, dude? I mean, I'm down with this group. I stay loyal til the end, but y'all need to start taking my ass seriously. I feel like I may as well be running solo when I got Canada's Tweedle Dipshit and Tweedle Dumbass raggin on me. And Judas' boy talkin' about -- Tyson switched to a mock New Zealand accent -- "oh don't step on a tiger, mate. Don't mock the fookin' haka, mate.Curse you and all the halflings!" Pulling off his t-shirt and WHIPPING it into his open locker, Tyson grabbed his hand guards and began slipping them on as he switched back to his real accent. "Fuck that little bitch. I ain't trynna start more shit than we can handle. I just remember what this group was all about when we started and I ain't afraid of a bunch of old ass fools who wanna hear motherfuckers yellin' 'you still got it' chants."

Tyler grinned viciously, slapping Tyson hard on the chest. "YES! That's what I wanna see... THAT'S the Renegade attitude. Fuck those bitches, and fuck standing around talking shit on them. It's time to OBLITERATE them!"

Tyson nodded slowly, with a newfound fire in his eyes as he fist bumped Tyler Grey, reached out to fist bump Julian, then raised his fist in front of him to the camera. "Hey yo, Skinner! Your ass better be ready. Here comes the motherfuckin' boom, bitch!" He flicked out his thumb, 'pulling the pin' Renegade style before SHOVING the camera back with his hand over the lens, causing static to take over the screen before it cut away.

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The camera returned to ringside, on a wide shot of the ring and audience, slowly panning across.

HANSON
"You ready for another debut match, Jim?"

REYNOLDS
"Uuugggghhhh, do you have to ask? You know how I feel about this creepy shit. And the Dominion!"



Before that, however, the sound of Adelita's Way's "Bad Reputation" filled the arena, drawing a welcome pop from the crowd.

REYNOLDS
"Hell, I'm actually rooting for The Unwanted in this one!"

HANSON
"I thought you liked, Adam Cole?"

REYNOLDS
"I did when he was fucking with Rick Dickulous' stupid ass but ever since he came back, he's gone soft."

As the commentary went on, The Unwanted's Adam Cole strolled out, still cocky as ever onto the stage in his new stable based gear. AC on one side of his trunks while the front said 'UNWANTED' and the back read 'WHO FUCKIN' CARES?' Similar to his Ring of Honor and New Japan days, he was rocking his jacket again, holding up a gun hand beside his head as he looked up from the floor...and gave the camera that cocky smile, before walking towards the ring. By the time Roger Arden began introducing him, Cole was already coming up onto the apron. He raised the gun hand again before thumbing to himself to sing along with the line 'I got it bad bad bad!' and getting into the ring.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your last preliminary match! Making his way to the ring now...representing The Unwanted...residing in Panama City, Florida...."

Well familiar with how the man liked to be announced, he lowered the mic as Adam Cole threw back his hair and raised his hands over head. The crowd joined him in a much louder---

"ADAM COLE, BAY-BAY!!!!!"

HANSON
"I didn't think I'd ever hear the audience cheering for Adam Cole, here."

REYNOLDS
"Maybe they wised up. Or maybe it's too little too late."

As the song faded out, Adam gestured for Roger Arden to hand him the microphone. Snatching it from his hand, he turned towards the stage. "Hey, yo, Darius! Is that your fucking name?" Adam Cole looked around at the crowd. It was really uncertain if he was trying to look cocky at this point, or if it just came natural for him. "I'm gonna make this short and sweet so you can come out here and get your ass kicked. Man, you picked the wrong time to come up into this company and side with the Dominion. Because they just put a target on their back bigger than the ego of that little blonde bitch you call a successor!"

The audience let out an 'OHHHHHHHHHHHHH.'

HANSON
"Ho-hooooooo maaaaaaaaan!"

Adam Cole continued, chuckling with the crowd at his own joke. "So let's make this quick and easy. Go ahead and bring your inked up, dark, spooky ass to the ring and let the Panama City Playboy help you see the light. And Lara? If you wanna run your cock holster so much, come to my locker room after the match and I'll help you see God." He flung the microphone over his shoulder and removed his jacket.

HANSON
"WHOOAAAAAA!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey, now! He shouldn't talk about sweet little Lara, like that!"

HANSON
"Jim, there is nothing sweet about La----"

Before Nick Hanson could finish, he stopped short as the entire lighting in the ringside area went pitch black.

REYNOLDS
"Oh shit. I'm getting out of here."

HANSON
"Keep your butt in that seat, Jim."



Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" began. The entire arena was shrouded in darkness as the video wall flashed with depictions of heretical symbols. Not just the typical ones like inverted crosses or pentagrams. Ancient pagan symbols hinting at black magic and dark rituals from before the time of Christ, himself. On the screen, a wave of smoke arose from the bottom as the stage alone illuminates with a single light, revealing that the stage, too, had been coated in a thick layer of mist. On the screen, the wave of digital smoke passed, revealing the words FILIUS DAMNATI in old English. The letters warped into ancient pagan symbols before shifting back into readable letters again. This time they said, DARIUS CROWLEY.

1:06 into the music, Darius Crowley literally seemed to rise out of the mist on the stage from a crouched position. His head is bowed. He brought his hands together in a prayer motion and the camera panned in on his face as he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to the ring with the coldest, intense sense of controlled hatred that one has ever seen.

ARDEN
"Making his way to the ring, at this time...representing the Dominion of Pain! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the one they call the Filius Damnati...the Son of the Damned...DARIIIUUUUUUUUUUS....CROWLEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"

As he was officially announced, Darius Crowley lowered his hands to his sides and calmly started making his way to the ring. The lighting from the spotlight on the stage left him as just an ominous silhouette moving through the darkness until he stepped into the dim lighting over the ring and paused before climbing the steps and entering the ring. He brought his hands up into a prayer position again before literally dropping to the mat into a meditative stance. Darius lowered his hands down and rested them onto his knees, lifting his head and turning it towards the Adam Cole with that same, unchanged expression of hard focus.

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In his debut match with NFW, Darius Crowley defeated Adam Cole in 13:09 after demonstrating somewhat of a mental switch. As soon as the bell rang, Darius put up his hands and circled the ring with Adam, displaying a heavy discipline of technical wrestling mixed with deadly kickboxing and muay thai strikes. Adam Cole certainly put up one hell of a fight against the debuting Dominion of Pain member but a sudden roundhouse kick across the jaw, stunned the crowd and rocked him on his feet.

HANSON
"OH MY GOD!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"DID YOU HEAR THAT FUCKING KICK, NICKY?!"

HANSON
"I DID, JIM!!"

As Cole stood, practically out on his feet, Darius grabbed him and delivered a brutal looking double underhook brainbuster. An improvement on his father's old finisher which he now called Straight Into Mordor.

REYNOLDS
"GOD--DAMN!!!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

Darius Crowley, immediately, sat up into that same cross legged position from his entrance as the bell rang and "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" resumed over the speakers.

ARDEN
"Here is you winner....DARIUS...CROWLEEEEEEEY!"

HANSON
"Welp!! Welcome to the New Frontier, Darius Crowley!"

REYNOLDS
"That was brutal, Nicky! Are we sure he didn't kill Adam?! Someone get in there and check him out!"

That's just what the ringside crew did, as was their job, applying an icepack to Adam Cole while another one tentatively offered one to Darius. He waved it off, dismissively...but almost politely, as he turned a hateful scowl towards his opponent before sliding out of the ring, silently, and heading up the ramp.

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The camera shifts to one of the backstage locker room areas where we see AKI on the floor doing some stretches with his legs, and as the camera pans to the right, we see Connor K, in his wrestling gear with his shoulder taped up and his arm in a sling, talking to someone on his cellphone.

"Yeah, I know. Fuck Heyman and fuck Brody," Connor says on the phone as he listens for a response. "I know what's at stake. I don't care. I'm perfectly capable of carrying my own weight here."

Connor pauses and holds his ear away for a moment from the phone and we can faintly hear someone yelling at the other end, we just don't know what was said or who the voice was.

"Look, don't get involved. I brought this shit on everyone, I gotta do this for them. You don't need to get the attorneys involved. I'll be fine," Connor says confidently. "Look, I gotta go, AKI and I gotta meet with Nico really quick and he should be here any sec now," Connor says. Connor lets out a slow groan as AKI looks up and watches the conversation. "Oh, do I have to???" Connor asks flatly on the phone. His shoulders slump as he looks quickly at AKI who quickly looks back down as if he's still stretching, before going back to the phone, and AKI gets back to watching him.

"I love you, too...," Connor says with a resigned tone. "Mommy...," he flatly adds before throwing in some smooching sounds as AKI shakes his head and looks down as the door opens and Connor hangs up the phone.

"Yo! AKI! Connor!" A mixed reaction came from the watching audience as Nico Salvatore stepped into the frame, wearing a sleeveless hoodie over the rest of his ring gear. The camera, conveniently positions itself onto the right side of him as he faces his tag partners for the evening. He looks between the two, silently at first. Assessing the situation. A cold, focused look in his eyes before he hones in on Connor K and his shoulder. "You guys good? How's the arm?"

AKI looks up for a moment at Nico and shakes his head slightly in shock at what he's seeing, prompting him to stop loosening up. Connor comes back into the frame, looking down at what could only be texts on his phone. "Fuck man, she just won't let it drop. She's worse than a ho...LY SHIT!!!" Connor exclaims as he looks up in the direction of Nico. Connor looks at AKI who just gives him a shrug, before looking back at Nico. "Fuck man, I know we don't need to ask if you're ready," Connor says with an approving nod.

Nico stands unphased by the, otherwise, comical reaction of both men. "I've been ready ever since Wrestle War. But I'm still not done, after this. Not until I get my hands on Sugiura's little attack dog."

"This shit's not right, though," Connor says. "AKI and I have had some serious beef with Suzukigun before, but Havok's different now. Sugiura changed him. He was just their big dumb ringboy brute when we battled them. Now, he's....different." AKI stands up and nods in agreement.

"They taught a rookie dog new tricks. That's all." Nico idly brushes a finger under his nose, snorting in distaste at even admitting that Havok was now, indeed, more dangerous than when he first entered. "I don't like any one of those motherfuckers, but this had to be seen coming. That psycho f'nuc's got Sugiura and Suzuki in his head, teaching him all of their little tricks. He's got that fat piece of shit, Heyman, feeding him god knows what." Nico points off to the side, generally indicating Suzuki-gun elsewhere then lowers his arm. "But you know what? I still don't give a fuck. Havok thinks he's a bad motherfucker? Well guess what?" He thumbs to himself. "I'm a bad motherfucker too." He turns his attention to AKI. "And you? You're a fast little motherfucker."

He turns to Connor K then and looks down at his shoulder, then back up at the man, unable to help but grin which the camera barely catches due to the angle. "And you're a crazy motherfucker but I know you ain't really got a choice, bro. Dead ass, though. You let AKI and I handle the brunt of this shit."

"No...no...NO!!! I don't need to hear this from you too. I'm tired of hearing people who have my best interests in mind telling me I can't do this. That I need to sit this one out. Look, maybe I brought this on myself. But I can handle myself in there. I brought this on myself, I carry my share. And if either one of you two even think about ducking tagging me in, think again. If you don't tag me in, I'll do it myself. I just want to shut those assholes once and for all and move on!!!" Connor says sternly as he storms out of the locker room, leaving AKI and Nico in the room.

Nico watches Connor go, still obscuring the left side of his body from the camera before shaking his head and turning back to AKI. "Look, your boy can get pissed all he wants but we're all responsible for each other in this one. I'm not letting a team mate get fucked up on my watch. You feel me?" He raises up a fist in front of AKI.

AKI gives him a stern nod before giving him a fist bump with his right hand before pointing out the door and giving Nico the thumbs up.

Nico nods back, giving AKI a slap on the arm. "Time to go to war." It's all he says before he leads the way for himself and AKI to head out of the locker room. Due to AKI's positioning, even now, the camera doesn't see even the back left of Nico's figure as the angle slowly fades out.

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*Before the six-man tag match gets underway, we hear "Kaze Ni Nare" suddenly playing in the arena as we see TAKA Michinoku leading Zack Sabre Jr., Minoru Suzuki, and Paul Heyman to the ring. they enter the ring and TAKA takes the ring mic from the ring announcer as he runs his hand across his throat, gesturing to end the music.*


"Welcome to...Zack Sabre time," TAKA starts as he and ZSJ both look down at their wrists as if looking at watches.


"Kon'ya, koko ni imasu. Soshite, ōkina hanzai ga okasa remashita. Kon'ya no shō ni korera no dansei o fukumenai koto ga subarashī aidiada to dare ga kangaemashita ka? Anata wa korera no hitobito ni, kono ringu no naka de 2tsu no shijō saikyō no ōbo sakuhin o miru koto o ubatte imasu," TAKA says as Suzuki gives a disgusted sneer as he looks around at the crowd and ZSJ flips off a few fans sitting ringside.


"HE IS...submission master,
HE IS...wrestling machine,
HE IS...ZACK....SAAAAAAAAAAABRRREEEEEE.....JUUUUUUUUUUUNNNNNIIIIOORRRR!!!" TAKA yells into the mic as ZSJ flips up the collar on his coat before taking the mic from TAKA, who gives him a pat on the back as Suzuki leans back on the turnbuckle with Heyman standing by.


"Hey...what the fuck is this? Who's the wanker back there who didn't think to book us in a match tonight, eh? What, you trying to protect the lads in the back from another asskicking from the two of us? They're afraid of us, aren't they?" ZSJ asks Suzuki, who nods proudly as Heyman smirks approvingly. "What a bunch of tossers. That's bollocks. What? You guys are too scared that whoever got matched up with us tonight, that they would get their asses handed to them and they fall over ass over tit getting to the back? And why aren't the tag titles being defended? What, were those two oversized wankers too knackered to do anything tonight? No one's been wanting to step up to challenge those two, huh?" ZSJ asks the crowd as they boo.


"Well, look no further than right here in this ring. Since no one has the balls to lay claim, WE are. WE are declaring ourselves the #1 contenders for those tag belts. Minoru and I have taken down the teams they put in front of us. So, Doomsday and Balphetor, or whatever your name is, sunshine. Polish up those belts real nice, because they would look good in better company. They belong to us. And we don't care how many oversized limbs we have to snap, crackle, and pop, to get them. Those belts, come home to an army. Those belts, belong to Suzukigun," ZSJ finishes as Real Bone Master plays throughout the arena to a chorus of boos. Sabre and Suzuki stand on opposite turnbuckles yelling and challenging the crowd as Heyman shakes TAKA's hand, before shaking Sabre's hand and Suzuki gives Sabre a fist bump. The three leave the ring, and head to the back as Heyman now stands alone in the ring.

"Ladies and gentlemen, my name....is PAUL HEYMAN. And what you just saw right there, was a small taste of the justice being served to this heinous crime. That...right there, is one way to bring light to one of many injustices we are facing here in NFW. Now, let me make one thing perfectly, clear. We have no problem with the Dominion. We can appreciate everything that Mr. Lasher and his cohorts have been able to accomplish at this point. But this is a business, and this is a business decision, announcing our intentions to challenge for the NFW Tag Team titles. Because, if there's one thing those two gentlemen enjoy, aside from a cold beer, is championship gold. And like anyone who's faced an addiction, the only way to feed a championship pedigree is with more gold. So gentlemen, you've heard the challenge. And on behalf of Mr. Suzuki and Mr. Sabre, we patiently await your response," Heyman says cordially.


"Now, onto the real reason why I'm still here. It's time to deal with ANOTHER injustice that has been dealt to these gentlemen in Suzukigun. It's time, for a great wrong to be righted. And here are the men to do it. Ladies and gentlemen, allow me to do the honors of introducing these fine men:


REPRESENTING Suzukigun," Heyman starts as "Ichiban" starts to play.



"First, from the city of Chuo, in the Yamanashi Prefecture in Japan, 212 pounds...The Pumping Bomber, Shingo Takagi!" Heyman announces as Shingo steps out from under the titantron and stays on the platform.


"His partner; from Nagoya, in the Aichi prefecture in Japan, 203 pounds...Takashi Sugiura!" Heyman announces as Sugiura steps out with a stogie in his mouth as Shingo claps and the two high five and continue to wait on the platfom.


"And finally...from parts unknown...standing 6 foot 3 inches tall, weighing in at 265 pounds, HAVOK!!!" Heyman says with a near scowl in his voice as Havok steps out and in between Sugiura and Shingo Takagi. Havok looks at the two men as they nod in return to him and the three make their way to the ring. Heyman and Sugiura shake hands as Heyman steps through the ropes to stand ringside as their theme stops.

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Following the entrance of Connor K and AKI, the lights dimmed down with flashing strobes across the stage as the intro to I Prevail's new single "Bow Down" began to play over the speakers.

As the opening lyrics belted out 'GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW...DOWN!!!!' the words GOD OF WAR appeared on the video wall, interchanging between that and the name NICO SALVATORE The stage lights darkened as the recognizable figure of Nico Salvatore made his way out onto the stage, rolling his shoulders, this time without his sleevless hoodie. Just his ring gear.

The man came to stand at the top of the ramp, head down, fists closed. At the 0:44 point in the song, the lights hit the man as he lifted his head and spread his arms, letting out a battle ready roar. The audience, mostly probably fans of the God of War video game franchise, popped as the lighting revealed what was obviously the reason behind AKI and Connor K's reactions in the locker room. Painted over the entire left side of his face and body was the titular character Kratos' Spartan tattoo.

HANSON
"WHO-HOOOAAAAA! CHECK THAT OUT, JIM!"

REYNOLDS
"HE SAID HE WAS READY FOR WAR; HE WASN'T LYING!!"

As the chorus hit, Nico Salvatore stormed down the ramp, glaring directly at Suzuki-gun in the ring. Directly at Havok. When he reached the ring, as well, the self proclaimed Urban Gladiator, wasted no time. He rushed across the ring, going right for Havok. However, in typical Suzuki-gun style, it seemed they had the same idea. Havok clashed with Nico, AKI clashed with Shingo Takagi and Sugiura went right for Connor K who garnered a pop as he ducked out of the way, causing Sugiura to run into the corner and began laying into him with kicks to the midsection until Suzuki-gun was cleared from the ring.

HANSON
"WELCOME TO MARCH MISERY, SUZUKI-GUN!! THIS!! IS!! WAR!!!"

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The six man tag team match was every bit as dramatic and chaotic as one could have expected. To the dismay and annoyance of Connor K, AKI and Nico Salvatore were clearly making it a point to prevent him from getting into the ring by tagging each other in back and forth, despite the man asking for a tag. He grew visibly frustrated as time went on, usually arguing with whoever was on the apron with him. AKI always seemed to shrug. Nico seemed to be stressing the point of Connor's shoulder.

Try as they did, AKI and Nico's strategy only proved to work so long before the two began to look visibly drained while Suzuki-gun, who maintained a pattern of tagging all three men in, kept them looking visibly more energetic. To Nico's frustration, they seemed to have devised a method that ensured he only ever clashed with Shingo or Sugiura. Even when Havok was in the ring and Nico would try to get a burst in on him, one of the other two managed a blind tag and went right at him.

REYNOLDS
"I don't know how much longer AKI and Nico can keep this up, Nicky! They gotta tag Connor in!"

HANSON
"They're not gonna tag Connor in! And they don't have to! They shouldn't! Look at his damn shoulder!"

As this exchange went on, Nico had ended up at ringside, dazed against the barricade and Shingo Takagi was laying into a weary looking AKI who, despite the crowd cheering him on, just looked like he was beginning to slow down. Sweat glistened, pouring down his chest as he took heavy breathes. He was like a rag doll as Shingo picked him up onto his shoulders, roaring defiantly to the booing crowd, setting AKI up for the Last Falconry.

REYNOLDS
"This has gotta be it, Nicky. Match is over, right here!!"

What Shingo didn't realize, however, was how close he was to the opposition's corner and -- to the surprise of the crowd -- Connor K managed to reach out while AKI was up on Shingo's shoulders and slap him right on the leg, blind tagging himself in!!

HANSON
"WAIT A MINUTE!!! CONNOR K!!!"

Connor K, wrapped and slung shoulder and all, hastily got into the ring and hit Shingo with a chop block, causing him to buckle and let AKI go. AKI slumped to the mat and weakly rolled out of the ring, not even realizing what happened. Meanwhile, the entire crowd was on their feet, filling the arena with a deafening pop as Connor single handedly (literally) began laying shots into Shingo Takagi.

HANSON
"CONNOR K'S THE LEGAL MAN!!!!!! AND HE'S FIGHTING ONE HANDED!!!"

REYNOLDS
"THIS IS CRAZY, NICKY!!! IT'S LIKE RICKY MORTON AND THE HORSEMEN ALL OVER AGAIN!!!"

Indeed it was as Connor K managed to beat Shingo back into the corner, and turned towards Suzuki-gun's corner taunting them with his one arm out. Did they all want a piece of him? Takashi Sugiura certainly seemed to, as he got into the ring and rushed right at Connor with an angry yell. Connor, however, evaded a lariat and began laying into the older man with a combination of thrust kicks and one handed chops and punches, beginning to wear him down. As soon as he got Sugiura beaten against the ropes, Connor K turned just in time to catch Havok getting into the ring and trying to rush him.

HANSON
"WATCH OUT! HERE COMES HAVOK!"

Connor K dropped down, making sure it was on his uninjured arm, hitting a Drop Toe Hold on Suzuki-gun's monster and making him eat canvas.

HANSON
"AND DOWN GOES HAVOK!!!"

Connor K was quickly up on his feet as Havok rolled over into a sitting position. Connor K immediately came off of the ropes, hitting a dropkick right to the masked man's face.

HANSON
"BASEMENT DROPKICK FROM CONNOR!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"I DON'T BELIEVE THIS, NICKY!!! HE IS SINGLE HANDEDLY TAKING ON THREE OF SUZUKI-GUN'S MEANEST GUYS!!"

HANSON
"NICO AND AKI MIGHT HAVE BEEN WRONG NOT TO TAG THE MAN IN, I GOTTA SAY!!!"

As Connor K went on his tirade, Paul Heyman became livid and frantic at ringside, yelling for the three men to get up as Connor laid into Havok with stomps and kicks. Things took a sudden turn, however, as Takashi Sugiura came off of the ropes and scooped Connor up from behind, hitting him with a Wrist Clutch Olympic Slam, causing him to land RIGHT on that shoulder. Heyman's panic quickly turned to a malicious grin as Shingo and Havok got back to their feet. While the referee tried to restore order to the match, Shingo, as the legal man began hammering forearms and axe handles down on Connor's shoulder until Takashi Sugiura and Havok were back on the apron. Then...he tagged in Havok.

HANSON
"Ohhhhhh myyyyyy god!!"

REYNOLDS
"This isn't good, Nicky!"

As Havok moved in on Connor K, Shingo got out of the ring and went right for AKI who was just starting to get to his feet. Takashi Sugiura had already honed in on Nico Salvatore and began beating the exhausted man down. Inside the ring, the audience boo'ed heavily as Havok continued working Connor K's shoulder with heavy blows before grabbing the sling and RIPPING it loose!!

HANSON
"AW, C'MON!! NO!!!"

Havok threw the sling out of the ring and went right to ripping and tearing at the extra wrapping that was being used to immobilize Connor's shoulder. The referee tried to intervene but backed off in fear as Havok lunged at him. It even seemed like he was speaking under his mask as he pointed to a corner for the referee to stay there. As he turned back to Connor K, the injured man was back on his feet and began firing back with the same kick and chop combo that had worked on Sugiura, earlier. This time, however, Havok brought down a heavy blow onto the exposed shoulder, causing Connor to reel in pain. Havok continued ripping at the wrapping until it was completely removed from Connor, discarding it to the side and went back to laying into the injured body part.

REYNOLDS
"Why doesn't the ref stop this match, Nicky?!"

HANSON
"You've got me, Jim! Connor shouldn't have been booked tonight!!"

Outside the ring, Shingo Takagi continued to lay into AKI. Takashi Sugiura sent Nico Salvatore reeling into the steel steps. Back inside the ring, Havok picked Connor K up by the throat and lifted him up, delivering a thunderous DISASTERPIECE!!

HANSON
"OHHHH AND THAT'S GOTTA BE IT!!"

ONE!!

TWO!!

THR---

But Havok released Connor K from the pin and to the shock of the crowd, rolled him right into the STRAIGHT JACKET!! Connor immediately began screaming in pain as the referee made the check for a submission. Depserately, Connor K nodded and the referee signaled for the bell before anxiously trying to get Havok to let up off of the move. To the relief of the crowd, he did, setting Connor loose and shoving him away from him with a foot before getting to his feet as "Ichiban" started up again.

ARDEN
"Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners!! Shingo Takagi...Takashi Sugiura..aaaand HAAAVOOOOOK!!"

Havok raised his arms overhead, roaring to the crowd while Shingo continued beating on AKI and Sugiura began picking Nico up and forced him against the apron. As beat up as the man was, he could barely resist as Sugiura forced him into the ring. Shingo did the same with AKI as Heyman went into his suit pockets for something.

HANSON
"What the hell is he doing now?"

Paul Heyman brought out his hand again, revealing...zip ties! Handing a couple to Sugiura before crossing over and handing the rest to Shingo. In between continuing a beatdown on all three men, Shingo and Sugiura proceeded to zip tie Nico and AKI's wrists to the middle ropes, rendering them immobile. At this point, Heyman turned his attention to Havok in the center of the ring as he stood over Connor.

"Havok! Havok! You're not done!" He pointed at Connor K with that disgusting scowl of his on his face then looked up at the massive man. "Finish it!"

REYNOLDS
"Finish it? What the hell?"

To the horror of everyone watching, Havok went right down to the mat and proceeded to reapply the Straight Jacket onto Connor K.

HANSON
"AW NO, C'MON NOW!!!! NO!!! THAT'S ENOUGH!!"

REYNOLDS
"Even I gotta agree, Nicky! What the hell are they doing?! And Nico and AKI can't even do anything!"

Not for a lack of trying, however, as both of Connor K's team mates pulled and tugged desperately against the ropes with their tied wrists as Havok fully locked in the move on a screaming Connor K. On one side of the ring, Shingo could be seen visibly taunting and kicking AKI. The main camera, however, focused on Heyman, Sugiura and Nico with Suzuki-gun's manager getting down in Nico's face, pointing at Connor K while SCREAMING in the man's face. "IS THIS WHAT YOU WANTED?! IS IT?! TAKE A GOOD LOOK!!!! TAKE A GOOD GODDAMN LOOK!!!! THIS IS ON YOU!!! THIS IS YOUR FAULT!!! YOU DID THIS!!!" Paul Heyman SLAPPED Nico Salvatore across the face before grabbing him by the jaw and forcing him to watch as Havok wrenched in the submission hold on Connor K. "YOU'RE GONNA WATCH!!! DON'T YOU LOOK AWAY!!! YOU'RE GONNA SEE WHAT YOU CAUSED!!"

Right here, Nico managed to shake his head free from Heyman's grip and SPIT up into the man's face. Heyman immediately straightened up, looking flustered at the gesture as he pulled a handkerchief out of his suit jacket and wiped the spit off of his face. As he did, he motioned casually to Nico and Sugiura began stomping and kicking the living hell out of him!! Stiff kicks to the head eventually lead to the man being busted open with crimson blood beginning to run down his face.

HANSON
"THIS IS DISGUSTING, JIM!! CONNOR K'S BEING BRUTALIZED AND NEITHER AKI NOR NICO CAN LIFT A FINGER TO HELP HIM!!"

REYNOLDS
"I think Connor's out, Nicky!! He's out!!"

Cutting to a close shot inside the ring, the camera revealed that Connor had, indeed, passed out from the pain of Havok's Straight Jacket. Only here, did the big man let him go and get to his feet before moving over to Shingo to help him lay boots to AKI. On the other side, Sugiura motioned for Paul Heyman to give him something, prompting Heyman to produce his half smoked cigar and a lighter. Lighting it up, Sugiura took a few heavy puffs, seemingly savoring the cigar before pulling it from his teeth a final time...and suddenly reached down, snuffing the cigar out right onto Nico's forehead where he had been busted open!! Nico thrashed, SCREAMING!!

HANSON
"OH, C'MON!!!! THIS IS SICK!!! HE'S BRANDING HIM!!! TAKASHI SUGIURA IS BRANDING NICO SALVATORE!!!!"

Once Sugiura was finished, he tossed the cigar aside and continued laying into Nico as the crowd began to suddenly pop again.

REYNOLDS
"I almost didn't think I'd ever be glad to see these guys!! Here comes reinforcements, Nicky!!"

As James Reynolds said this, the tag team of Ultra-Violence - Doomsday and Belphegor - the tag team champions, appeared on the stage and hit the ring as fast as they could run.

HANSON
"It's the tag team champions, Jim!! I don't think this has anything to do with the challenge laid out by Minoru Suzuki and Zack Sabre Jr though!"

Seeing the two giants make their way towards the ring, Paul Heyman put on his telltale face of shock and horror as he hastily called for Suzuki-gun to retreat. Just as all of them made it out of the ring, Doomsday and Belphegor slid into the ring, defiantly standing where Suzuki-gun just were. As Suzuki-gun backed up the ramp with Paul Heyman yelling up to the two about Suzuki and ZSJ's challenge, EMTs arrived to begin setting Connor K on a stretcher while cutting Nico and AKI free from their zip tie restraints. It was pretty clear that Ultra-Violence didn't even care about what was going on with Connor K and AKI. The two men stood over Nico as an EMT checked on the man's forehead. Doomsday, in particular, looked down at Nico. His blood. His family. Then back up at Suzuki-gun on the ramp as the camera closed in on the man's eyes under his mask. Burning with hatred before the shot cut away to....

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Gathering in the dressing room, about to begin his promo on the Renegades we see Ethan Skinner. A man who recently dubbed himself the Maori Warrior on Twitter. A man who as of now has gone two and zero against Tyson Law. A man who has been involved in a war, against people who were threatening to come after the Dominion of Pain. Six, the cameraman who has befriended Ethan is obviously filming. Putting on his finishing touches with his suit and tie, Ethan is oblivious to the camera already filming.

"How do I look Six?"

"You look great Ethan, I hope you finally shut those guys up for good."

"I am sure to Six, I am sure too."

Just as Ethan looks ready to speak further, the sound of the locker room door SLAMMING open can be heard, catching Six off guard. SIx’s camera perspective whips around to reveal...Kayako Kazama of the Super Bitch Squad. Now, however, she’s dressed in what appears to be her ring gear - if one can even call it that. She looks more like she’s dressed for a gothic lolita idol concert. Still, there’s her big, adorable, beaming smile. She lays one look on Ethan Skinner and lets out a happy squeal, clapping her hands.

“Ahhhhhhhhh!!! Mitsuketa! Kotchi nikoi shiha intabuya o mitsuketa!” She says this while leaning back and yelling out of the door before running passed the camera as her two teammates appear seconds later. Masami Nishikiyama wears a mostly pink, halter neck singlet with no back. It’s trimmed in black and silver accents with a stencil of a woman flexing her arms on the front. Her kneepads match the color but her wrist tape, elbow pads and low rise boots are all black with her hair tied up into a simple ponytail. In her actual wrestling gear, we get a truly good look at Masami’s physique. She’s beautiful...still feminine...but almost intimidatingly massive to an extent. Muscle mass and definition are much more noticeable on her than the other two. Kayako, for one, doesn’t seem to have any while Yuka was built more athletically fit.

Behind her, Yuka Hirata strolls in calmly with black spandex pants designed to look like claws have ripped into the thighs. The pants are decorated with a red waistband. Her sports bra top matches this same pattern, sans the claw mark holes. Instead, the claw marks are red. Her red kneepads bear the black ‘SBS’ logo in hiragana on them. White kickpads with black and red accents cover her boots. What is evidently her entrance gear - a black haori top with red blossom and claw marks all over - is worn over her top. Her wet hair hangs down passed her shoulders, giving her a dangerous, wild look.

Masami and Yuka walk up to stand with Kayako as she beams adorably up at Ethan. “Hallo, sir!” Kayako says in her adorably thick, Japanese accent, while trying hard to pronounce everything properly. “We are...so sorry to be late!” Kayako says, looking to Yuka and Masami with a nod as if to ask ‘we’re sorry, right?’

Masami gives Ethan a light, almost playful shove. “We could not find you!” As always, Masami’s English is a little better than Kayako’s. She doesn’t usually struggle so long as she speaks in short sentences. Ironically, despite being the best at English, Yuka says nothing, for now. She just rolls her neck and cracks her knuckles, which are the only parts of her hands that are wrapped in a black tape.

Looking at them quizzically like ”you’re obviously lost” and smirks “Ok, Six, I obviously have guests. Let’s treat them with hospitality, shall we? “ Turning to look at all three of them, “ Ladies, I wasn’t prepared to interview you but I will give it a go. You call yourself the Super Boogie Squad because of your love with the game Dance Dance Revolution right?

Holding out the his hand like he has a microphone in it and looks at them like he is waiting for a response. There is obviously no microphone at all, but he does it nonetheless.

The three girls look at Ethan, quizzically, then to each other...confused. “Maiku hado koda?” Kayako asks, genuinely curious as she looks between Masami and Yuka for an answer. Something dawns on the other two then. Masami looks up with her eyes closed. Yuka rolls her eyes back and brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of her nose. “Aggggh!!! Kaya-chan! Koreha machigai tsuta jin desu!” She says this in an almost scolding tone, flailing her hands up, causing Kayako to bring her hands up in front of her chest and shrink a little back in shame.

“O-oh! Gomen nasai!” Kayako whimpers, so pitifully, it’s hard to not feel bad for the girl and want to give her a big hug.

Masami does just this, stepping in and putting a toned arm around Kayako’s shoulders. “Yuka-chan! Kaya-chan ni ii desu!”

Yuka shakes her head before looking back up from the floor at Kayako and gives her a pat on the head. “Gomen, Kaya-chan. Gomen.” Then, she turns abruptly to Ethan. “Oi! You! It is not -- Super Boogie Squad. It’s ‘Super Bitch Squad!’” Yuka says this, moving her hands in front of her as if she’s pointing out the words in thin air, in front of her. This makes Kayako perk up again, nodding so big her pigtails go wild. “Hai!! Ess Bee Ess desu! We are ‘Suupah! Baddu! Beeches!” Kayako leans in next to Ethan so the camera gets a good view of her and smiles, bringing up two fingers beside her head. When she finishes her pose, she bounces on the balls of her feet. “Ooh! But I do like Dee Dee Arru! Let’s dancing tiiiiime!” Kayako goes off into, seemingly, her own world, starting her own little dance in a circle. Masami looks to Ethan and Yuka. She just shrugs, before turning to Ethan again. “Oh well! You are...Ethan Skinner? Yes? You interview for NFW? You interview us?”

“I can interview you.” turning to Yuka “ So Masami, let me be clear. On the heels of International Women’s Day just a few days ago, the fact that you want to be called a female dog who hasn’t had a litter yet is beyond me. Barring the Iron Maidens, who are “ rotates his hand at the wrist up and down “ Ok I guess, knowing you have to get in the ring with LeeAnn Viskan, doesn't that scare you?”

Yuka and Masami blink and exchange a look. Ethan’s mistake of identity even snaps Kayako out of her dance and she stops to tilt her head on confusion at the man. Yuka jerks a hand out to point out to the muscular woman on the other side of Ethan. “Baka yarou! SHE is Masami!” That same hand closes and the thumb extends it as she points it at herself. “I am YUKA!!”

Kayako hops forward again and points to herself with two index fingers from either side. “And I am Kayako! Halloooooooo!” She waves at the camera before being pulled back by Masami. Yuka, looking more flustered as she looks occasionally between Ethan and Six’s camera. “We are afraid of nobody. You understand?” Yuka’s accent is as heavy as Masami and Kayako’s but her articulation and pronunciation is better. “LeeAnn Viskan...we do not fear.” She counts on her fingers, pointing to each. “Morgan Payne...we do not fear. Marissa Payne...we do not fear!” She snapped towards Ethan. “You and Viskan. You were on the same team? Iron Maidens? They were not. Us?” She motioned between herself and the other two girls. “Same team! Same mindset! Better chemistry!” She slaps her palm with the back of her hand, as if trying to hammer in the point. Finally, she turns to the camera, sneering through her wet hair. “You three...will...not...win!” She spits at the floor in front of Six, shaking her hair out of her face as she goes quiet.

Seeing her spit on the floor is his dressing room, and looking a up at her in disgust. “Are you serious right now? Ok, look Youxia” saying the masculine version of her name “Mōichido watashi no yuka ni tsuba o haki nasai. Now that out of the way, You’re assuring me of victory, basically yes?”

Hearing her name mispronounced again, followed by evidence that Ethan is actually fluent in their language, Yuka tenses up and starts to move forward, right on him but Masami sticks out a hand and blocks her by the shoulder, slinking over to stand between Yuka and Ethan. Humorously, in doing this, Masami is revealed to be taking her hand off of Kayako’s mouth when they come back into frame. “Eeeeaaaaasy, Yuka-chan!” She says coolly, turning to Ethan before she reaches up and, almost flirtaciously, brushes a finger under the man’s chin with a smile. “Skinner-san. There is no need for threats. Yuka-chan is just….” She pauses, looking up to think of the word before finding it and looks back at Ethan with an amused smile. “...passionate about what we do! We are all...how do you say...confident...that we will win.” On the other side of Ethan, Kayako nods excitedly, bouncing on her toes in anticipation of their match. Masami places her forearm up on Ethan’s shoulder, leaning in against him like a human support beam. “We are...certain of our...capabilities. Yes? You trust us.” She reached up with her other finger, smiling and gave Ethan a little ‘boop’ on the nose before standing back off of him.

Smirking at all three. Nodding as she talks and playfully bopping her back.

“You’ll need that confidence tonight. Now, if you ladies don’t mind” he opens the door and points to the sign on the door “ I have a promo to cut for my own gauntlet match. “

“Ahhhhhh! Sugoi!” Kayako chimed in. “I remember now! You have match tonight against….” She stopped to think. Who was Ethan wrestling again? Ah, that’s right! Her face lit up and she raised an index finger, pointing to Ethan. “Returo-graduus!” She smiled big, as if wondering if she got that right. Yuka huffed and tapped Masami on the shoulder, then Kayako on the head. “Oi. Yuki kou.” She muttered, walking passed the camera. Kayako bounced off, right after her. Masami was the last one out, sizing Ethan up with a noticeable, sly grin on her features. “Good luck. Yes?” She gave the Dominion of Pain member a pretty little wink before rolling her slightly toned shoulders and followed her girls out of the locker room just as Yuka could be heard yelling after her, “Masami-chan! Ichia ichia shinaide ikimashou!”

Masami giggled to herself and slinked off camera. “Iku wayo! Ochi chakuke!” She called back as the three could be heard leaving the locker room and closing the door.

Six’s camera perspective turned to watch the door, then turned back to Ethan as he could be heard laughing some. “Haha! Mr. Skinner, I think that one wanted to...how should I put this...see the dragon?” Six laughs at his own joke.

" Let’s just say Six, all three could get it. Now, back to me cutting my promo."

Chuckling and shaking his head as the three ladies leave the Dominion dressing room. Checking his tie once again in the mirror, this time not caring that the camera is still rolling, he turns back to the camera and suddenly goes from a friendly face to very angry.

“So this is the game we are going to play. Well boys, it is our final chapter. This is the end of our collective story, for now. You tried to rise to dominance, you tried to slapbox with GODS in this business. You lost. Here is why you lost. Me. Simply put. Normally when a group of people get angry at another group of people in this business, it is gang on gang warfare. Now, ask yourselves, why has NO ONE from the Dominion even bothered to beat the t shit out of you guys even after I have been jumped by scared little dogs. I told them not to. I told them I can handle this on my own. I told l them leave off. Why did I do this, because I believe in endgames. I believe that the easiest way to cripple all of you is ruin your reputation. That much I have said a few times now. The question becomes, how do I intend to do this.”

Ethan stoops over to grab a bottle of water and quenches his thirst. Smiling at the camera again, finally. Placing the bottle down again on the wooden stool next to his locker.

“Now last week, Judas Lasher all but gave the Golden Lovers our game plan, hell we gave the world our game plan. The results were also for the world to see, we won. This week shall be no different. I have three people to face in this up and coming gauntlet match. I mean that said the people I am facing are not even that great of wrestlers. Tyson Law, Tyler Grey and Julian Morrison. God I want to retch just saying their names. I am two and zero versus Tyson, 'I am such a moron Twitter banned me' Law. Tyler Grey is predictable in his unpredictable behaviour, if you don’t get what I just said there, figure it out. I won’t be dumbing down this promo for you.
Lastly Julian Morrison, the man who is such a knucklehead that a even marketing refused to work with him so his group could get exposure going into March Misery. It is called buy rates boys, if you don’t make a business money, if you don’t get your name out there, if you don’t generate heat...."

Six coughs for a moment “Mr Skinner, umm I think you broke the kayfabe and are talking business lingo."

"Damn right I did Six, this is a free lesson in marketing 101 for these boys. Hopefully one of them can take my advice and run with it and make something of themselves in singles competition. Like I was saying, and the rest of this promo is lovingly dedicated to all those so called smart marks out there, if you can’t generate heat then your stable loses traction. When you lose traction you start costing businesses money. When you do that, like they say in other places “YOU’RE FIRED!!”

“You’re likely going to get fired anyway, because one man is going to expose all of them. One man is going to make your world come crashing down around one, and that one man is me. I will see you boys shortly in the ring. Prepare to stare into the eyes of the man who is your end of the line.“

“What about Serena?” Six asks.

Ethan turns back to fce the camera as if he was about to walk out the door. Raising his forefinger “Two things. One, she has more to worry about than me and two “ he raises his middle finger only to the camera ”if she does interfere, three things happen. One, I give her a TKP, two she hits the floor, three I jerk off on her driver side door handle. Now Six, if you excuse me, I have some careers to go kill.”

Ethan finally walks out of his dressing room and heads towards the gorilla position to get his match started.

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Entering the gauntlet match first, for the Renegades, was Tyson Law with his normal entrance. A modern day, laid back MK ninja look. This time, it was grey and black in an homage to Smoke - another Lin Kuei and Chinese character. Once he was inside the ring, stripped of his entrance vest and armwear, Tyson rocked back and forth on his feet as he hunched down and watched the ramp....

The arena went black and the entrance ramp to the ring lit up. Suddenly Maori warriors lined up right by the fans. Men on one side, females on the other all dressed in traditional Maori regalia.

REYNOLDS
"Nicky, what the hell is this?!"

HANSON
"I don't...."

Before Nick Hanson could finish, the silence in the arena was shattered by the sound of Nagual's "Ka Mate."



Stepping out through his traditional sparks and ripping off his tear away tux, Ethan too was garbed similar to the Maori men and women. After a few moments of him just standing there, holding what appears to be a piece of wood in his hand, he raised his head and looked directly at the ring while lifting aloft a Maori paddle and he lead the warriors in the 'Ka Mate' Haka, with thunderous applause and many flashes of light from the fans.

REYNOLDS
"HOOOOOOLY CRAP, NICKY!!!"

HANSON
"AMAZING!!"

REYNOLDS
"THAT'S FUCKING TERRIFYING!!!"

Finally, he moved forward, briskly walking down the ramp as ring announcer, Roger Arden’s voice, thundered throughout the arena.

“Making his way to the ring...from Burnham Camp, New Zealand!! Weighing in at two hundred and twenty six pounds! Representing the Dominion of Pain!! ETHAAAAAAAAAN SKIIIIIINNEEEEEEEEEEERR!!!”

Ethan Skinner reached the ring, ascending the steps and promptly entering the ring, finding his corner as he silently stared across the ring at an unnerved looking Tyson Law with the cold, calculated look of a maniacal genius.

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In the gauntlet match between Ethan Skinner and The Renegades, Ethan Skinner defeated Tyson Law in the first round at 10:54 when he went for the TKP but missed. Tyson Law ducked under the attempt and went for a back handspring maneuver off of the ropes. Ethan Skinner ran off of the ropes, evading what looked like a back elbow attempt. Coming off of the same side of the ropes Tyson just did, he hit the man with the BLACK ARROW!!!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"AND ETHAN SKINNER WINS THE FIRST ROUND OF THE GAUNTLET!! SO LONG, TYSON!!"

REYNOLDS

"DAMN IT!!! WHICH ONE'S NEXT?!"

James Reynolds got his answer as Disturbed's "The Best Ones Lie" immediately came on over the speakers. The crowd. Boo'ed. LOUDLY as "The Terminator" Tyler Grey stormed through the curtain just SNARLING down at the ring and wasting no time in his approach but was also in no rush. He didn't run, but he certainly walked at a brisk pace, ignoring whatever jeers the fans threw at him. As Tyson walked back up the ramp, passed him, Tyler slapped him on the back as if to say 'I got this' before he finally did hit the ring just at the bottom of the ramp and went right at Ethan Skinner as he was trying to catch his breath. His music cut off and round two started.

HANSON
"Well, Ethan won the first round but he's gotta win one more if he wants to win the match!"

REYNOLDS
"Pfft, yeah, he's gotta wrestle all three men anyway!! Beat his fucking ass, Tyler!"

As the commentators went back and forth, the camera cut backstage briefly to catch Tyson Law storming from ringside through the curtain, muttering to himself. "Fucking bullshit, man!"

"Excuse me, Tyson? Tyson Law?" The voice of Amy Connors sounded as she stepped into frame with her microphone. "Can I just...?"

"The fuck you want, bitch?" Tyson looked her up and down in annoyance before looking passed her with his eyes going wide with surprise. Amy saw whatever it was too and dove out of the way just before 'WHAM!!!!' A barbwire wrapped steel chair swung into frame and cracked Tyson right in the face!

"WHOA!!! WHAT THE HELL?!!?"

"WHO THE FUCK?!"

As Tyson Law staggered back, blood already pooling down his face from his forehead, his attacker stepped into frame, revealing himself as none other than "The Mangler" William Mannheim, wielding his customized weapon of choice.

"WILLY MANNHEIM?!?!"

"William Mannheim, The Mangler! He's attacking Tyson Law!! He's got that chair of his!"

Not finished after just one swing, Mannheim brought the chair up again and brought it down on a dazed Tyson Law's head. Tyson helplessly hit the floor before Willy began raining down shot after shot after shot before finally stopping when security came in to break the altercation up.

"Run your fucking mouth some more, 'home boy!'" Mannheim sneered as he switched hands with his chair and backed off on his own volition, letting the backstage staff begin tending to the now, even more battered Tyson Law. The shot cut back to the ring, covering the match.

"That was some bullshit, Nicky!"

"Definitely a surprise but you know what? I have a feeling William Mannheim did warn him!"

"The hell he did!"

"Don't you have Twitter?"

"Fuck you, Nicky."

The second round of the gauntlet extended all the way up to 28:05 before Ethan Skinner went for the TKP again, absolutely exhausted and sweating profusely. His exhaustion, as it stood, made his attempt at the TKP less calculated than usual and Tyler Grey quickly caught the incoming arm and dragged Skinner to the mat, locking in the Judgement Day!!

REYNOLDS
"JUDGEMENT DAY!!! IT'S JUDGEMENT DAY, NICKY!!!! YES!! YESS!!!!"

HANSON
"CAN ETHAN SKINNER ESCAPE?!"

Tried as he did, Ethan almost barely made it towards the ropes before Tyler wrenched back on the hold, pulling his fingertips just away from the bottom rope. Unable to do anything else, Ethan Skinner tapped at the mat, ending round two in a victory for the Renegades by submission.

REYNOLDS
"YEEEEAAAAH!!! WIN FOR THE BOYS, NICKY!!! WIN! FOR! THE! BOYS!!"

HANSON
"He clearly couldn't go anywhere. Tapping might have been the smart thing."



REYNOLDS
"Hahaaaaaa!!! And now the main man is gonna pick up the fucking pieces!!!"

As Godsmack's "Cryin' Like A Bitch" played, Julian Morrison stepped through the curtain, not even having bothered with his entrance gear. He was already ready to go in his gear as he checked his hand tape and elbow pads, storming towards the ring as Tyler continued to hold the Judgement Day on Ethan.

HANSON
"Hey, he's gotta let him go now! C'mon!"

REYNOLDS
"He will, Nicky! Riiiiiight aboooouuuuuut....NOW!"

As James Reynolds said this, Julian Morrison slid into the ring. Only then did Tyler Grey let go of Ethan Skinner while the referee yelled for him to do so. Tyler and Julian fist bumped before Tyler left and headed up the ramp. Meanwhile, Julian ignored the referee as he tried to get him to give Ethan space to regain his footing and immediately began laying into him.

The match continued with the last round being mostly one sided in Julian's favor. Ethan Skinner absolutely refused to stay down and fought back valiantly but exhaustion was taking it's toll. Finally, Julian Morrison countered an attempt at a sudden Black Arrow, catching Ethan Skinner by an arm and pulling him right back into the Downward Spiral!!

HANSON
"OHHHH!! AND THAT'S GONNA BE IT!!"

REYNOLDS
"YEEEAAAAAH!! RENEGADES GOT THIS SHIT, NICKY!!!"

A commotion stirred from the crowd, however, as the camera cut to the entrance ramp to show Candi Broduer making her way down towards the ring. This caught both the referee and Julian's attention. Candi walked right up to the ring, taunting Julian Morrison. Insults like "yeah, look at you guys. Real tough, three on one. You're so badass" etc. Julian opened his arms out and motioned to Ethan Skinner. Did she wanna get in and help him? The referee, meanwhile, stood right up to the ropes, telling Candi she had to leave.

REYNOLDS
"Candi! Get your ass out of here!! What the hell?!"

Meanwhile, the smug smirk on Julian's face slowly began to fade into a look of realization. If Candi Broduer was even bothering to come out here to taunt him. That had to mean...! Julian Morrison's eyes widened as the crowd was already roaring in excitement. He turned around and -- WHAM -- right into a Slapshot from Max LeBrun!!!!

HANSON
"OHHH!!!! MAX LEBRUN WITH A SLAPSHOT OUT OF NOWHERE!!"

REYNOLDS
"TURN AROUND REF!!!!"

While Candi was still distracting the referee, Max shook Ethan enough to get him aware of his surroundings before sliding out of the ring. He extended a fist towards the ring, mockingly popping the pin as he backed through the audience. Fans reaching out to pat him on the back and shoulders. Meanwhile, Candi finally threw up her hands and turned right around to head up the ramp again.

Inside the ring, Julian Morrison began pulling himself to his feet, trying to blink away the dazed state he was in. Meanwhile, Ethan Skinner was already up on his feet, poised in a corner.

HANSON
"HERE WE GO!!! ETHAN SKINNER!! THE MAORI GOTH!!! HE'S POISED AND READY!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"LOOK OUT, JULIAN!! LOOK OUT!!!"

As Julian Morrison stumbled back out of the corner, away from the ropes, he staggered around to face Ethan Skinner just as the Maori Goth charged out of the other corner and delivered the BLACK ARROW!!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"AND THAT'S IT!!! ETHAN SKINNER WINS THE GAUNTLET!!!"

REYNOLDS
"BULLSHIT!!! BULL-FUCKING-SHIT!!"

Nagual's "Ka Mate" filled the arena again as Ethan Skinner sat up, realizing the outcome and found that wicked smile of his. Drenched in sweat with bruises from chops already forming on his chest and on his jaw from forearm strikes, the Maori Goth grinned in wicked satisfaction as he slipped out of the ring and headed up the main ramp as the victor.

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We cut to a video of a dark-haired girl covered in tattoos doing squats. At first, you can't see her face, but then the focus is shifted to the mirror to reveal Shelley Silver squatting nearly 400lbs with her manager, Sloane Cameron, holding the camera.

"Obviously, I could afford a full camera crew and a big budget production to do this little video for you," Shelley snarled before doing another rep. "But that's not how I live my life. I could even have a full gym in my giant house, but again... I chose not to. These are things that people like Clerance Fletcher Townsend and his plastic girlfriend refuse to even begin to comprehend. But I'm not here to complain about that. I know that it's a moot point." She paused mid-squat and looked into the camera through the mirror. "You can't tell people like that anything because they fully believe that they already know everything and the way that they live their lives is gospel. It was people like CFT that bullied me in middle school. I was different and I didn't care. That threatened them. Does it threaten you, Clerance?"

She set the bar back on the rack, exhaling and making sure it was secure before stepping out from under it. "You know that I'm rich, just like you. Yet, I don't live some posh, lavish life. Exploiting my money every chance that I get. You don't see what I do, either. I live in a more conservative fashion, only spending when I need to. So you have to wonder... who is going to have more money down the road? You're spending, I'm saving. It's simple logic, but perhaps... too simple for the likes of you." She took the plates off of the bar and wiped it down before moving over to one of the weight machines and sitting down with a smirk.

She began opening and closing her legs on the adductor machine, toning her inner thighs a little more. "I heard that you said that Rick and I must assume that your..." she held up her hands to do air quotes, ".. win in our Clockwork Orange House of Fun match two weeks ago. Let me save you a little time... we don't," she laughed. "Maybe had you won on your own in a legitimate fashion, we may think such things. But you didn't," she shrugged. "Instead, I got pepper sprayed by your bitch and Doomsday knocked Rick out and proceeded to do the same to you before dropping your lifeless body on top of his. Thus giving you a spot in my championship match at March Misery. But trust me, I'm not bitter," she shook her head. "In fact, I'm thankful. Because this gives me a chance to end this once and for all."

She took a deep breath, the look on her face becoming more and more intense. "Instead of being a man and a credible competitor, you claimed that my spot in the Silver Mountain Championship match should be yours." She tilted her head, blinking, "I'm sorry, were you even in the battle royale? Were you even cleared for competition that week? Do you really believe that even if you were, that you somehow could have not only beaten me but the other twenty other of the best that NFW has to offer at WrestleWar XV?" she scoffed, rolling her eyes. "A real man would challenge me to a singles match and I'd even let him choose the stipulation. Because I am confident that no matter what you throw at me, I will come out on top. The only thing that you are confident in is that you can throw money at something and get your way." She sped up for her last few reps, staring directly into the camera. "I'm here to show you that that is the furthest thing from the truth. I'm here to tell you that come this Monday in Knoxville, Tennessee," she paused, knowing that would get a pop from the crowd. "Clerance Fletcher Townsend will be getting his big mouth shut... permanently." Shelley scowled as the feed pulled out and faded to black and back to...

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The camera opened up on a pair of hands in fingerless gloves lacing up a pair of very familiar Pittsburgh Steelers Timberlands. From somewhere, the profane sound of Nicky Minaj's "Only" played from a small speaker as the camera panned up and back to catch sight of Morgan Payne as she bobbed her head to the music while tying her yellow laces up. She was already in her ring gear of a black one piece with the Punisher skull decal on the front. As usual, this one was made to look a little more girly. Instead of a pink bow, this one looked like it had pigtails. Other than that, the pattern of the outfit looked mostly black but like it was cracking, revealing a golden pattern underneath because, of course it did. She was a Payne girl, right?

"Man, those bitches are stupid as fuck." She said, finally, to the other two women in the locker room. "I never met someone so eager to get they ass whupped."

"Seriously. You know what though? Fuck 'em." Marissa said, for once being a little more animated and talkative. Clearly SOMEONE was in a good mood tonight. "This isn't even about them or theri PPV debut anymore. This is about Ma's homecoming. And how she's gonna twist all three of those dipshits into KNOTS."

Morgan certainly noticed, looking over at her friend and gave that adorable grin that showed more of her pretty side and aaaaaalllmost hid just how 'street' she could go on a bitch. "Girl, I ain't never seen you smile so damn much in one day. You got me trippin'." She finished with her boots and stood up, beginning dynamic stretching of her arms and shoulders. She was gonna need to be limber if she was going to take on the powerhouse of SBS. That seemed to be the strategy, for the most part. Match power with power, striking with striking. And LeeAnn? Well shit...LeeAnn Viskan was just a weapon of mass destruction that would probably tear through all three of SBS like a lioness on a group of hyenas who tried to pick on her pride. Still, seeing her usually stoic friend so chipper had Morgan grinning big. "Yins have never even tagged together before, huh? This shit gonna be lit!"

"Only time we've ever been in the same match together was when we had to face each other." Marissa nodded, before that grin came back. "But this... I've wanted this my whole life. And I'm honestly 100% fine with admitting my 46 year old mother is faaaaaar tougher than me. She's a goddamn TERMINATOR in that ring, and none of us are on her level."

"You ain't lyin, there." Morgan said, shaking her head, stretching her arm back over her head. "Shit, when we was kids and your Aunt Kitten started some bullshit with your moms? She went off on a bitch! I won't ever forget that match. 'Sides, age don't mean shit in this business as long as you can still fuck a bitch up." She grabbed her hat and slipped it on, backwards over head. "So does this mean we gonna celebrate proper after we whup some ass?"

"Are you kidding? Ma's already grinning ear to ear over the weed her buddies back in Boston had sent over for her. I have a feeling after we win... we're gonna have a celebration that would make Rick jealous." Marissa said with a laugh, shaking her head.

Morgan's eyes lit up, with the girl punching a fist into her hand excitedly. "Bet! Smoke out with Aunt LeeLee? Shit's gonna be lit!" Morgan remarked before checking her phone with a giddy little smile before tucking it away. "This whole week gonna be lit." She added before wiping the smile off of her face and turning serious again, focused on their match. "Y'know, this is really only the fourth or fifth time we been put in a tag match together under NFW's banner?" She shook her head. "I don't think these bitches know whassup." Morgan frowned then at what she said and the girl looked...suddenly a little sad. "...Hey, Mari? Do...do you think I'm dumb? Like even a little?" It was clear that everything their former friend Lara had been saying to her was weighing on her shoulders. Morgan didn't exactly articulate herself as well as others given her upbringing.

"Sweetheart." Marissa sighed, frowning deeply. "No. You are NOT dumb." She leaned in, giving her friend a long, loving hug. "Lara's... shit. I don't wanna talk bad about her, even now. Lara's got shit going on in her brain right now. I don't know if she's having some kind of breakdown, or falling apart... but we've known that girl since she was a toddler. She's never shown even a SIGN of having any cruelty or meanness in her. I don't know what's going on but... with all due respect to Adrianna, I think we need to back off and let her do her. And just... hope she finds herself again. And in the meantime? If she comes after either of us? We beat that ass. Simple as that."

Morgan hung her head, burying her face into her friend's shoulder as she hugged her back like someone who really needed it. It fucking hurt. Really. Knowing that Lara was well aware of everything Morgan had been through in life and still making her feel stupid because she wasn't as educated as the rest of them. Gloved hands gripped the back of Marissa's shirt as Morgan clung to her friend. Her tag partner. Her sister! Whatever was going on with Lara, Marissa was right. It wasn't normal. It had come out of nowhere. Or maybe someone had gotten into her head. Judas? No. He supported her but he never planted ideas. Morgan let go of Marissa, fighting back tears so as not to ruin her costume eyeliner. She took a deep breath and nodded. "I don't wanna even think about hurtin' Lil Bit, Mar but...." She let that breath out long and hard in a loud exhale and shook her head. "If those bitches she brought in to act like her squad wanna step up, I will go straight fuckin' dahntahn McKeesport on their asses, yeah?" She bent off camera to grab something and rose back into frame, putting on her Steelers cap. Backwards as usual. Outward Cuteness Increased to 110%.

"As far as Adrianna goes, what do we do?" Morgan looked at Marissa with genuine curiosity and a little concern. "I mean shit...they both our friends. But Adrianna said she gonna straight up massacre that little ass. Do we try talkin' to her or....nah? You know that shit with Mia got her fucked up." Morgan motioned to her head.

"Ladies." The crowd audibly erupted as LeeAnn walked over to the two of them, ready to go in her black and gold tights and kickpads, with tied-off Cradle of Filth tee. "This right here? Is why I always keep the ring and home separate. I love Adrianna. Just like you do. But again... this war between her and Lara? It's THEIR battle, not ours. Don't get involved. I know Judas well enough to know that he'll do what he can to avoid unnecessary conflict between the Dominion and the HoP. Because of me. If Lara makes comments? Ignore them. However.... if she chooses to physically get involved with us? Then we end her. Simple as that."

Morgan perked up at the sight of her friend's mother, joining them and looking ready to absolutely murder somebody. The tied off t-shirt showing the woman's stomach had Morgan giggle teasingly. "Aunt LeeLee!! Uncle D letchu walk around like that? Raarrrwn!" Morgan made a cat noise and clawed the air in a goofy, odd way of complimenting the woman's ageless beauty. She knew, in all seriousness, people probably knew better than to cat call LeeAnn and if they didn't they'd find out the quick and hard way. She knew what the woman was saying, though, and nodded in agreement. "Hey. Mari and I?" She hung an arm around her friend's shoulders and gave her a playful shake. "We got a lil code we follow. We ain't gon' start shit, but we gon' finish it. Right?" She turned to Marissa, releasing her shoulders and stuck up a hand, slapping it down into Marissa's with the sound sound of leather glove on bare palm.

Marissa gave a confident smirk, nodding to her friend and mother, both. Nodding in approval, as well, LeeAnn reached up and slapped both girls in the shoulder. "C'mon girls. Let's show them whose house this is." The 45 year old beauty said as she turned and lead the way out of the locker room. The camera turned to watch them on the way out, fading to black as the House of Payne made for the ring....

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The tag team of The Iron Maidens and LeeAnn Viskan defeated the debuting Super Bitch Squad after a decent showing between both teams that lasted 11:19. Finally seeing them in action, it was clear that Yuka Hirata of SBS was the striker, Strong Style practioner of the group. She was certainly no slouch, despite being considered a rookie as she proved she could take kicks from Marissa as well as dish them out.

Masami, obviously from her physical appearance, was the strength of the group, wrestling her portion of the match with suplexes and various slams and grapple holds. This got the fans amped and excited when she faced off against Morgan Payne who had well established her own style as being similar to that of Masami's.

The only mismatch between the two teams was LeeAnn Viskan and Kayako Kazama. The latter of which, the audience wondered if she would turn out to be a similar match for LeeAnn, but turned out to be more reliant on sneaky and dirty tactics. Anywhere she could find an opening, she would thumb an eye or go for a chop block. Pull the hair, hold onto the tights during a pin attempt. She used her adorable appearance, however, to seemingly sway the ref from being too hard on her. How she was able to do it, nobody knew. She was just that damn cute that the referee would go from wanting to scold her to gently asking her not to continue bad sportsmanship.

In the end, however, experience won the battle as LeeAnn managed to lock Kayako up in the Chemical Wedding, forcing her to tap out -- screaming loudly all the while -- while Marissa and Morgan both stood on the outside, holding back Yuka and Masami. Only when the bell sounded, did the Payne girls immediately let them go so they could pull Kayako -- who was now letting out heartbreaking sobs as she held a hand to her back -- out of the ring. It was an obvious ploy that only a fool would fall for as Queensryche's "Queen of the Reich" filled the arena.



HANSON
"LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!!! THE IRON MAIDENS AND LEEANN VISKAN -- THE HOUSE OF PAYNE -- ARE YOUR WINNERS!!"

REYNOLDS
"SHE MADE POOR LITTLE KAYAKO CRY!! DID YOU SEE THAT?!"

The camera briefly cut to show SBS retreating up the ramp with Kayako continuing to play up the pain to her back. The sobbing continued as Masami and Yuka stood on either side of her and slightly in front.

REYNOLDS
"LOOK AT THAT LITTLE FACE!!"

HANSON
"Oh come on, Jim. Those are crocodile tears if I ever saw them!"

Coincidentally enough, the fake sobs stopped once Yuka looked back at Kayako and appeared to be telling her to knock it off. Kayako immediately ceased the sobs but continued to pout before shaking a finger at the three Payne women, yelling through the camera's mic.

"YOU MEAN!! YOU ARE VERY MEAN!!" She yelled, sticking out her tongue before turning and storming up the ramp like a child having a tantrum. Masami, meanwhile held an ice pack to her neck, nodding with an impressed look on her face to the three. Yuka rubbed her jaw, grinning in amusement before smooching the air towards Marissa and winking before she and Masami turned to catch up with Kayako.



Meanwhile, Queensryche's song was smoothly replaced by Iron Maiden's "Wasted Years" to serve as the music for all three women in the ring. In the center of the ring, the three met for a family group hug before they each moved to a turnbuckle and climbed up, taking in the crowd's approval.

It was here that Morgan Payne hopped down from her turnbuckle and called the camera over, leaning out between the middle and bottom ropes on one knee as she literally grabbed the lens. "What up, boo?!" She said with a grin, giving a smooch to the lens. "Told you I was gonna give you a shoutout!" She winked before letting the camera go and went back to join Marissa and LeeAnn in celebrating before the three exited the ring and headed up the ramp.

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The scene opens as we see Clerance Fletcher Townsend sitting in a chair who looks like to be in deep thought. A flashback to Clerance's debut pops up. "Did you order Classical music there Reynolds?" Asks Hanson.

"No, it's the classiest guy on the NFW roster today. Remember Hanson he makes in one year what takes you 4 or 5 years to accomplish" says Reynolds.

"Well nonetheless let us see what this guy is capable of... shall we?" Says Hanson.

The flashback fades to Clerance sitting in the chair holding his fists "Man, I remember that," as he thinks to himself. "I have come a long way," as he says out loud.

The Flashback pops back up again to where the final seconds of his debut match occurs, "1... 2... 3!" the referee counts.

"And here's your winner Clerance Fletcher Townsend, " says the ring announcer

The flashback fades back out as the camera pans through the Townsend's mansion. "I wonder how Victoria did in her match," as Clerance says out loud to himself. "I wonder if I'm the only one, not a Champion right now... I know I made the right decision last week. I love Victoria... she's so gorgeous, it just seems like our lives are moving so fast " as he thinks to himself... " This is possibly by far the most important match of my career right now... I just don't want her and me to get injured right now.. our futures are at stake.."

As he contemplates the options of the match he hears the door rattling..."Honey are you there?" Says a female voice.

"Yea hang on... " Says Clerance.

"Hey Honey, how are you?" Says Victoria which was the female voice trying to open the door. "I'm OK... Trying to get mentally and physically ready for my triple threat match."

"Its March Misery ... already?" Asks Victoria.

"Yea, baby... So do you have anything to celebrate?" Asks Clerance.

"No, I don't sweetheart," she shakes her head, frowning. "She took advantage of me going up to do my elbow drop and kicked my legs out from underneath me and I fell off the turnbuckle and she capitalized on it," says a distraught Victoria.

"Are you ok though? Can you wrestle again if Miss Hayes has you in another match?" Asks Clerance.

"Yea, I'm gonna go take a hot shower and relax on the bed. I take it you have to leave soon?" Victoria responds.

"Yea the limo will be here any minute. My luggage is by the door already for the driver to load it in the trunk..." Says Clerance.

"Ok," Says Victoria as she is seen walking upstairs to unwind after her hard-fought match last week.

As Clerance is seen finalizing his thoughts he hears a loud car horn.

"HONK, HONK!!"

"Well, that must be my limo," as Clerance thinks to himself. "This is it. I can't screw this up. I gotta make my Victoria happy," as he thinks to himself one last time before opening the front door to his mansion. He sees the limo driver walking up to the door.

(In a British accent ) "Sir, I am here to take you to your match at the arena," says the proud limo driver.

" Ok. I am ready my bags are all by the door. I'll be waiting in the car, " says Clerance.

As we see the limo driver putting the rest of the luggage in the trunk of the limo.. we see Victoria rushing to the back door of the limo. "Honey, " says Victoria.

"Yes, Dear, " Clerance responds.

"I just wanted to tell you that I love you... and Good Luck in your match," Says Victoria.

"I love you too, Victoria, and thank you. I really want to make you proud," Says Clerance.

As we see Victoria putting her hands on the back window sill of the car. The scene closes as we see Victoria and Clerance caught up in a goodbye kiss and the limo pulling away.

The scene goes black...

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*The scene shifts to the backstage area where we see Josh Davidson standing in the interview area.*

"Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming my guest at this time, Matt Klazzic," Davidson says as Matt Klazzic makes his way into the area, shaking Davidson's hand.

"Thank you, Josh," Klazzic says politely.

"Now Matt, tonight you have your first opportunity to capture your first title against a man who you've had some success with in the past. I'm talking of course, about the Television title and the man who holds it, "Big Bad" Chris Wolfe. Now, you may have caught him off-guard the first time you two faced each other, but now this time, this is for the NFW TV Title. Can you share some insight into your strategy for tonight?" Davidson asks.

"Well, Josh. Everything changes in that squared circle when a title's involved. Suddenly, you have people on one side, desperate and willing to go to almost any lengths to keep the title. And on the other side, you will have people willing to pull out all the stops to get that title. Now, Chris Wolfe, everyone knows how big and bad you are. But you're stepping into that ring tonight with a different Matt Klazzic then what you may have faced before. I think as time passed on, I've gotten smarter and wiser in that ring. I've learned to adapt to whatever is opposed to me. I have a heart that never quits, and a motor that never stops. You can ask anyone who's stepped into the ring with me, even someone like Belphegor who managed to get one over on me, that I will force you to take it to the next level. You have the nice television title, and it would really look nice on my mantle. I know to expect a tremendous fight from you, but are you ready for the fight I will be bringing to you? You will have to darn near kill me and put me down for the count if you want to keep that title. Because with the love and support of those nice fans out there tonight, they will always give me the strength to take your best shot. But you better make it count, because all I need is one opening to put you down for the 1-2-3. Get ready Chris, Klazzic's comin' for you!" Klazzic says as he points sternly at the camera as the scene shifts back to a panoramic view of the ring and the people in attendance.

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In the Television Championship match, Chris Wolfe defeated Matt Klazzic, by pinfall in 24:36, when he countered an attempt at the Northern Lights Bomb to deliver the DireWolfe to Klazzic, for the cover, thus retaining the Television Championship.

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*Standing on a backstage interview set is Amy Connors, beside her stands Rick Dickulous, Silver Mountain Championship around his waist*

"Ladies and gentlemen, I'm Amy Connors, and I'm here with Rick Dickulous, the NFW Silver Mountain Champion..."

*Rick smiles into the camera, shooting finger guns toward the viewer*

"...Rick, tonight you face Clerence Fletcher Townsend and Shelley Silver here at March Misery in a Triple Threat match for the Silver Mountain Championship. What are your thoughts on tonight?"

"Amy-guy, that's a pretty broad question! I mean, do you wanna know my thoughts on anything specific, bud?"

*Amy nods at Rick*

"Let's start with Clerence Fletcher Townsend."

*Rick scoffs*

"Look, Amy-guy, between you and me, he ain't worth a bucket full of shit and used toiletpaper, eh? Everyone saw it, bud...you didn't earn this match, you were given it! By Doomsday, nonetheless! Seriously, what the fuck, guy?!"

"Rick, things between you and Doomsday have been tense for a long time, is this something weighing on your mind going into tonight?"

*Rick shakes his head*

"No way, Amy-guy! I've been ready for tonight for a week, eh? All these promotional stops around Tennessee may have worn me down, bud...but last night I got a recharge, and completely refocused."

"I saw that on Twitter, Rick! What did you guys do? Ladies and gentlemen, if you don't follow your favourite NFW Superstars on Twitter, you're missing out! Apparently Alex Brody and Rick here had a video game date..."

*Rick holds up his hand*

"Amy-guy, please! We did exactly what we said we were gonna do, eh? - played NHL 19 on the XBox...and we might have talked about a few things - but that's what helped me focus, know what I mean guy? It was, like, a good three or four hour, long, deep conversation. When it was all done, I felt like I needed a cigarette - and I don't smoke....cigarettes."

*Rick winks at the camera as Amy continues, a shocked, yet intrigued look on her face. As she spoke, she twirled her hair a bit, smiling awkwardly*

"That sounds penetrati--I mean INTERESTING! Interesting!"

"Amy-guy? You ok, bud?"

"Y-yes! I, umm, I just lost my train of thought for a second...."

*Amy trails off for a moment, finally shaking her head and steeling herself before continuing*

"Ok, so Alex Brody helped you focus with a pep talk? Can we call it that? (*Rick nods at Amy as she continues*) A pep talk, no doubt, about the other competitor in tonight's matchup. Of course, I'm talking about Shelley Silver...Rick, how are you going to handle facing off against a friend? Especially in a no disqualification match?"

*Rick again looks into the camera as he speaks*

"Shell-guy? I've said this from the get go, tonight, when we step into that ring here in Knoxville, Tennessee, I am all about equality, bud! I've got you, and I've got that shitstain CFT to worry about - yeah, Clearance, I called you CFT, eh? Suck a fuckin' dick, guy - and believe me when I say that inside that ring you're just another competitor. See, my old man taught me one thing, eh? He taught me that your friends can be your enemies, but your enemies will never be your friends."

"So, Shell-guy? Tonight? You're the enemy, bud. And come hell or high water, after everything's said and done, you'll hopefully be my friend again, eh?"

*Amy Connors looks into the camera*

"Definitely strong words from the Silver Mountain Champion, ladies and gentlemen! Stay tuned for the King of the Silver Mountain match, where we'll see Rick Dickulous take on some stiff competition! Back to you at ringside!"

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Backstage we see Shelley Silver in her ring gear, mentally preparing herself for her match. She looked up just as she pulled her second/last glove on and strapped it down. "I bet you thought that I forgot about you, eh guy?" she smirked. "Nah, Rick. I definitely haven't forgotten about the man who currently holds the Silver Mountain Championship. It's a shame, really. That ghuy'cha' had to stick his nose in our business like it was something to buy. Which you and I both know that despite the fact that the title has Silver in it, it's not about money. It's about who can hang, and we both know that he can't. This match was originally about me and you and that is exactly how it's going to end. He's going to be somewhere in the back, curled up in the fetal position, while you and I show the world just what the Silver Mountain division can truly be."

She smiled as she walked down the hall, presumably toward the Gorilla Position, the camera following her. "I've been facing guys like you my entire career, Rick. Which we know hasn't been all that long, but the bigger guys aren't doing world martial arts tournaments. At the same time, going against them prepared me for going against guys like you. I know that I have what it takes to go toe to toe with you in the ring. I won't back down. I won't do what the boy from the Clearance Rack of Wrestling will do. You know... he'll try and throw money at someone to try and get the win. Like I'm sure he thought that he was going to do with Doomsday. Thinking back on that makes me laugh. You know... just like he thought that it was impressive that he made a donation to a charity in NFW's name for two mil," she shrugged. "Don't get me wrong, it's a big deal, but for the record, just so everyone knows? I had no idea he was going to make that donation when I made mine. Mine just happened to be bigger."

She leaned against the wall, letting various people make their way back and forth. "Tonight is the night. March Misery. We're about to show you just what King of the Silver Mountain Match can be like. Not everyone can bring the house down like we're about to. It's just that... I hope that you kiss that title before the match starts because that will be kissing the belt goodbye. That's right," Shelley chuckled, licking her lips. "The girl that came in, vehemently against championships is seriously gunning for one. Granted, I was serious about it when I went up against Adrianna Salvatore for the Women's title. I was actually interested in going after that, as well. I just wanted a good match against Adri, the chance at getting a belt was just a bonus. But I lost. I haven't looked back since then, either. The only way I'd be complaining would be if Alex hadn't gone on to win the title after beating me. But she did and all is right in the world." She waited a few beats before continuing, "I'm in this, Rick. I am serious about going after the Silver Mountain Championship. There's no way that Clerance Fletcher Townsend is an actual threat to either of us. So it looks like it's just going to be me and you, and only one can win," she winked at the camera before walking away....

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In the King of the Silver Mountain match, fans finally got to see the full-on triple threat match they had hoped to see during the House of Fun match two weeks ago. More specifically, they got to see Shelley Silver and Rick Dickulous hold nothing back as they went all out...against EACH OTHER!! Rick Dickulous had the size and power advantage but Shelley Silver had the quickness and agility on her side. Dickulous surprised Silver by displaying his own aptitude for groundwork and MMA when she tried to take him to the floor.

Clarence Fletcher Townsend took full advantage of the no disqualification rule, combining weapon usage with interference from Victoria Emmerson whenever he could. It was actually him who scored the first pinfall, delivering the Stock Market Crash to Shelley Silver and gaining a pinfall--

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

--before Rick Dickulous could make it over to prevent the count as Victoria Emmerson grabbed ahold of his boot. While Shelley reluctantly moved into the penalty box, CFT hurried to the outside of the ring, grabbing the Silver Mountain Championship and making for the ladder, already set up in the ring. However, juuuuuust as he began to reach the top of the ladder, SLOANE CAMERON - Shelley's manager - ran in from the side and hit Victoria in the head with Shelley's nightstick. This distracted Townsend long enough as Rick ran up and shoved the ladder over with Townsend and the belt crashing down onto the mat.

REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL?!"

HANSON
"SLOANE CAMERON!! SHE JUST STOPPED VICTORIA EMMERSON FROM PREVENTING RICK IN REACHING THE LADDER!!"

Rick took a moment to set up the ladder again before picking up CFT and delivered the Misery Whip for a pinfall of his own!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"AND NOW THE CHAMP HAS A PINFALL!!!! ALL HE'S GOTTA DO IS CLIMB THE LADDER!!"

REYNOLDS
"GET UP, CLARENCE FLETCHER TOWNSEND!"

Rick Dickulous grabbed the Silver Mountain Championship and got to his feet. He paused for a breathe when suddenly----

HANSON
"WATCH OUT, HERE COMES SHELLEY!!!"

Shelley Silver -- fresh out of the penalty box -- ran in and hit Rick square in the jaw with a Silver Bullet.

REYNOLDS
"WHOO-HOOOAAAAAA!!!!! TIMBEEEEEEERR!!!!"

James Reynolds hooted as Rick Dickulous literally toppled like a tree. As he did, Shelley threw herself over the man and the ref dropped down again.

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"WOW!!!! ALL OF THEM HAVE PINFALLS NOW!! THEY JUST NEED TO HANG THE BELT!!"

REYNOLDS
"AND RICK'S GOING IN THE BOX!! SO LONG, FUCK-ASS!!"

As Rick Dickulous went to sit in the box, CFT recovered and grabbed the belt to begin climbing towards the top while Shelley caught her bearings. She did, indeed, realize what was going on and got to her feet, climbing to her feet and scaling up the ladder behind him just as he grabbed onto the ring where the belt would go.

REYNOLDS
"HE'S GONNA DO IT!!!! MY BOY'S GONNA DO IT!!! C'MON!!!!"

Just as CFT started raising the belt towards the ring, however, Shelley Silver climbed up behind him and managed to slip her body up underneath is, pulling him OFF of the ladder and onto her SHOULDERS!!

HANSON
"NOT IF SHELLEY HAS ANYTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAT'S SHE DOING?!?!"

To the shock of the crowd, Shelley Silver stepped off of the ladder while popping CFT over her head, DRIVING him down to the mat as she came crashing down!!

HANSON
"SUNDOOOOOOOWN!!!!!!! SHELLEY SILVER HIT THE SUNDOWN!!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"CRAP!!!!! GET UP CLARENCE!!!! IT AIN'T THAT BAD!!!!"

The crowd roared loudly as Shelley busted out her old finishing move, now a rare signature. Outside of the ring, Sloane Cameron slapped her hands on the mat, yelling for Shelley to not waste time. Shelley didn't. She grabbed the championship belt, pulling herself to her feet on the ladder and began to scale the ladder with the belt in hand.

HANSON
"SHELLEY'S CLIMBING!!! SHE'S CLIMBING!!!"

REYNOLDS
"RICK'S GOT TWENTY SECONDS LEFT IN THE BOX!!!"

Shelley Silver winced through the pain racking her body as she climbed with one arm, up the ladder, clutching the title against her with the other. She reached up for the ring, desperately trying to get the belt hung

5!!

4!!

3!!

2!!

1!!

0!!

As soon as the buzzer sounded, Rick Dickulous BURST out of the penalty box and rushed the ring, sliding in to make a beeline for Shelley Silver on the ladder. He reached up, climbing behind her and began setting her up for an electric chair maneuver juuuuust as....

HANSON
"SHE GOT IT!!! I DON'T BELIEVE IT!!! SHE'S GOT IT!!!"

Just before Rick Dickulous pulled Shelley Silver away from the ladder, she fastened the clip on the belt, prompting the referee to call for the bell. Realizing it was all too late, Rick Dickulous let Shelley Silver down off of his shoulders as Halestorm's "I Am The Fire" came on over the speakers.

ARDEN
"HERE IS YOU WINNER!!! AAAAAAAAND NEEEEEEEEEEEWWWW, SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPION!!!!! SHELLEEEEEEEEEEY SIIIIILLLLLVEEEEEEEEEEER!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"I DON'T BELIEVE IT, NICKY!!! WE'VE GOT A NEW SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPION!!!!"

HANSON
"IT'S ALL IN HER NAME, JIMMY!! SHELLEY SILVER, FOLKS, IS YOUR NEW SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPION!!!!"

As Clarence Fletcher Townsend and Victoria Emmerson looked on in disbelief, Rick Dickulous climbed up the ladder and pulled down the Silver Mountain Championship belt. Looking down at what was his for so long, the man shook his head...and smiled...before presenting it to the new champion. Not only that, but Rick even motioned for Shelley to turn around so he could fasten the belt around her waist as the Leader of the Raindrops stood there with an emotional look of disbelief on her face. Sloane Cameron joined the two in the ring, hugging her friend before Rick shook hands with both women, lifted Shelley's arm to proclaim her the victor and gave her the ring to celebrate.

As "I Am The Fire" continued on, Shelley Silver climbed the turnbuckle, unclasping the belt from around her waist and held it up to the fans, blowing a kiss with a tearful smile on her face as the shot cut away to....

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We cut to backstage where Amy Connors is about to knock on the door with a sign on that says "Shelley Silver & The Smalls Twins" when it opens and Kyle walks out. He looks her up and down, grinning. "I was about to go for a walk and find a cute girl to talk to, but it looks like I don't have to go very far."

Amy rolled her eyes, "thanks, but I'm here to talk to your sister. You might have more luck looking that way," she pointed down the hall, toward the ladies' locker room.

Kyle looked down, scratching the back of his neck, "yeah, sorry." He opened the door, popping his head in, "Hey sis, you up for an interview?"

Kimi came to the door in her ring gear, a small smile on her face. "Sure thing." She looked over to her brother, shoving him playfully. "Now go troll for pussy. You're off tonight. Maybe go for a little Sex & Violence," she smirked, winking.

"Looks like you pay attention to Twitter more than you actually participate in it," Amy smirked a little as they watched Kyle walk away.

Kimi nodded, "it helps to be the observer. That way you know more."

"That can be a knock against a number of the members of the NFW roster," Amy raised an eyebrow.

"That's the problem with our generation, Amy," Kimi sighed. "Their lives revolve around social media."

"This is unfortunately true," Amy nodded in agreement. "I'd like to talk about the one thing that you did say on Twitter concerning the Money in the Bank match tonight. You mentioned wanting to use your chain, but really only wanting to use it against one of your competitors. Care to tell everyone just which one of your opponents you were referring to?"

"Of course," Kimi chuckled, "I know that not everyone knows about Shelley's YouTube Channel. So I'll paraphrase what she said in a recent vlog. Shelley loves Lara. Shelley loves Lara just as much, if not more than Lara at least used to love Shelley. It's just that Lara was too blind to see it. I plan to do my best to beat a little sense into her so that maybe she'll open her eyes."

"Okay, okay," Amy nodded. "You are obviously a very loyal friend. I just hope that you remember that there are four other women in this match.

A wicked smile came across Kimi's lips, "but of course. Where it seems that Kennedy Campbell and Candi Broduer don't really care much about what Lara has done, I know that Adrianna Salvatore and Erin Mercer aren't exactly happy with her, either. So even with her ho squad, I don't see the heir to the Dominion having the greatest of chances. I'm keeping a case of "ho remover" close by, just in case I need the extra help to deal with them."

"Ho remover?" Amy raised an eyebrow.

Kimi smirked, pulling up a video on her phone and holding it up to the microphone.

Amy waited until the interlude from TLC's first album finished and nodded. "A blast from the past. I like it."

"Well, of course," Kimi grinned, "not only do you learn from your past in order to not repeat it, but you also have to respect it to learn the most from it."

"That's not something that's brought up often, but I have to say that it's very insightful." Amy paused before starting again, "so doing your part from making Sex & Violence pay for what they did to Mia Hayashi, do you actually have a game plan for the Money in the Bank ladder match?"

Kimi looked down for a moment before slowly looking up, "not gonna lie, this match is a first for me. At the same time, I'm no stranger to going after championships. I've never held one, though. That makes me want this shot even more. You see, I won't be making mistakes anymore. I know that I could have done better against Serena Frost in the Gauntlet match for the Women's Television title, but I didn't. I will next time, though. And that next time? Is right here tonight in Knoxville. I may have been a cheerleader in high school, but today? Today I am one of the best wrestlers the world has to offer and I am done falling short of showing everyone just what I can do." She sneered a little before opening to the door to her shared private locker room and disappearing inside once more.

Amy blinked, turning to the camera. "Well, there you have it! Kimi Smalls is just one of the ladies in the upcoming Money in the Bank ladder match tonight on March Misery. Back to you guys!"

Cutting back to the ringside area, the camera focused on Nick Hanson and James Reynolds again.

HANSON
"Well, folks. It's about that time."

REYNOLDS
"Oh, I am not looking forward to this, Nicky. This is gonna be brutal!"

HANSON
"A Tai Pei Wicker Man Death Match for the Women's Television Championship. Angel Kusanagi from The Unwanted will challenge Serena Frost from The Renegades. We heard from the defending champion, earlier. Let's take it to the locker room to see how her challenger is doing."

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"Mia...." The voice was heard before the camera faded in from black onto the figure of Adrianna Salvatore, seated on a bench in the locker room. Identifiable by the familiar tattoos covering her arms and, revealed seconds later, her legs and torso as she sat forward, propping an elbow on one knee with her phone to her ear. "Mia, please. If you get this...call me back. Text me. Something. I know you're hurting. More than any of us. But we're worried about you....." Pause. "...I'm worried.... Call me back, Mouse...." She tapped the screen on her phone to end the call, sitting up straight and pushing her dark brunette hair with temporary red streaks on the ends, out of her face. Yup. She. Looked. Exhausted. Emotionally, mostly. "Fuck...."

She got up off of the bench, tucking her phone away in her bag before the camera followed her over to where the obscured but familiar figure of Angel Kusanagi sat in a chair. Already in her full ring gear with her entrance robe on, a young man from the backstage staff, also Japanese, was wrapping up Angel's hands, not with tape, but with a thin rope. He was speaking to Angel at the same time in a firm, almost professional tone. More than likely, he was going over the rules of her match again. Adrianna watched as her other stable mate just stared down at her extended hand. It was unclear if she even heard the man. Adrianna didn't say anything to disturb her. She just sighed and gave the Japanese woman whose sanity everyone seemed to question, especially now, a reassuring slap on the shoulder before walking back over to her locker and pulling out her own roll of hand tape. Other than that, she looked to be already in her gear with an Unwanted cropped tee on.

"Hey." The somehow arrogant-even-while-being-comforting voice of Jay White broke the silence, the man called Switchblade laying a gloved hand on Adrianna's shoulder from behind. "Where's your head at?" He asked, obviously concerned that this was all making his teammate an easy target. "Mia... she'll let us know when she's ready to talk. Kid had her heart ripped outta her chest. You gotta give her some time to pull her shit together."

Adrianna almost jumped as if she was in her own world when Jay White approached her. She relaxed a little, nodding to the newest member of their little motley crew of team members. Jay was an arrogant fuck. Both he and Adam were. But he was right. Even so.... "I know you're right." She shook her head. "I don't have to like it, though. She paid her dues last year to Lara. What they did to her last week...." Her tone was colder, angrier than she had been lately. "I don't care who I piss off from the Dominion. I don't care whether or not I win that briefcase. My goal, tonight, is to give Lara the beating her little ass deserves. And keep her from winning it. So long as one of the other four girls win? I win."

"Then focus on that." White told her, moving to cup her chin in his hand, to make sure they maintained eye contact. "Remember... we're a team. All of us. You, me, Adam, Angel... to hell with anyone else. We're all ready to go to war with you... but you gotta go into war focused."

Adrianna watched the man, looking right up at him as he spoke. One could see that his words were seeping into her head. Barely even two years older than her and Jay White was speaking with the wisdom of a seasoned veteran. Adrianna nodded, slowly. "I'm focused. Trust me. At least I think so." She felt like she was, anyway. She had to be. If she wasn't, then Lara would have an up on her. She needed to do this for Mia, but she needed to make sure she was focused intently on this match, tonight. And she needed to remember she wasn't alone. She did have people still there to rely on. She had Chris, who could be considered her 'best guy friend.' She had Jay, Angel and...wait, speaking of Adam. "Where is Adam?" Adrianna asked, looking suddenly curious. "Adam!"

"Yeah, I'm here." Offscreen, came a pained groan before Adam Cole walked into frame to stand with Adrianna and Jay, holding a melted ice pack to the back of his neck and looking less than happy after his match. "You good? I hear Jay giving you a pep talk over here. Listen to the guy. Just focus and beat that little bitch's ass." He raised a fist. Adrianna bumped it and nodded. "I'm glad we brought you guys in. Truth be told? You three and Mia? And Chris?" She shrugged her shoulders, sadly. "At this point, you're the only family I've got. All I need, though." She said with a rare smile.

"If she keeps this shit up, that whole stable better be willing to have her back, because we sure as hell have yours. And I'll lay her ass out as soon as I would any of the guys." White admitted, giving an arrogant smirk as he shrugged.

Adrianna smirked again. This one, a little more relaxed...almost colder. "Oh, I don't doubt that. And Adam?" She thumbed to the man who still winced with a ice on his neck. "I know he will, too." Here, Adam Cole rolled his eyes. "Pfft. Little bitch likes dick so much? I'll fucking force feed it to her like I did Candice." Cole thrust his hips at the air, referencing a previous point in his independent career. Doing this, however, makes him wince again...comically. "Ow! Fuck! I'm gonna go have an ice bath." He walked off, groaning with each step. "And why the fuck do I have to take on the crazy motherfuckers all the damn time?!" He called back, leaving the locker room.

Adrianna couldn't help but chuckle a little at how funny Cole could be at times, when suffering. "Thanks Jay." She fist bumped the man. "I think I know what I need to do, now." She said before looking passed him and off camera, then back up at the man and motioning for him to follow her over. "Speaking of having each other's backs...." She lead the way over to where Angel Kusanagi and the backstage attendant who wrapped her hands for her in the hemp rope stood as Angel was in the process of dipping the backs of her fists into a tray of thick, viscous liquid. Beside it, lay a tray of shattered shards of glass. "Hey. Ang?" Adrianna came to stand beside the woman on one side, watching as she meticulously soaked the back of her ropes in sticky resin. "You got this, alright? We know how bad you want that title." She watched Angel preparing her hands. She looked up at Jay White then, realizing how focused Angel was on what was coming up. "We're still working on English with her."

Jay White said nothing. He just nodded at Adrianna before both of them looked down at the little 5'0" bundle of psychosis between them as she moved her fists over and SHOVED the sticky ropes around her hands into the glass. The camera picked up the crunching of the glass as Angel Kusanagi really dug the soaked portion of the ropes in and rotated them back and forth to make sure every inch of resin was covered in shards. Adrianna slowly grinned. A mix of amusement and 'I'm glad this bitch is on our side' as she watched Angel apply the glass before looking up at the camera with a twisted little smile. "Serena...Frosstu...." Angel said, raising a glass covered fist to the camera. "Can you...come outtu...to prray?" Angel let out a low...almost lustful giggle before looking at the glass on her fist and brought it up to her face. Looking right into the camera, Angel ran her tongue over the sharp shards. Before she closed her mouth, it was clear that blood was beginning to seep from a small cut on her tongue. She closed her eyes, smiling with dark delight and let out a disturbingly aroused shudder before winking at the camera and stepping away from the table, leaving Adrianna and Jay White to, almost comically, look on, wondering what the fuck they just witnessed while the shot cuts back to ringside....

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The Tai Pei Wicker Man Death Match for the Women's Television Championship was every bit as brutal...and bloody...that anyone could have expected it to be. Both women beat and cut the HELL out of each other with Serena Frost showing more of an aversion to getting in there and going all out for the sake of her own safety.

On the other hand, Angel Kusanagi went in, trying to get in as much offense as possible. Both women had bleeding cuts across their faces with Serena looking to be the more battered one. It was only when Angel went to throw one of her kicks that Serena caught it and literally scraped the back of one of her fists against the woman's inner thigh, cutting into it with the glass. Angel let out a pained shriek as she stumbled back and Serena began hammering into her head with stiff punches. Angel returned them, eventually beating the woman back.

Moments later, Serena Frost was going for the Ice Age when Angel Kusanagi managed to reverse her way out of it and hit her with a flat out, glass covered cross across the the jaw, dazing her enough to set her up.

HANSON
"SHE'S GONNA DO IT!!! WE COULD HAVE A NEW CHAMPION IF SHE HITS THIS!!! SERENA'LL BE OUT AND ALL ANGEL HAS TO DO IS STICK HER IN THE CASKET!!"

REYNOLDS
"SEEEREEEEENAAAAAAAA!!!!!"

Holding Serena Frost in a position that made it look like the champion had failed to reverse a hurricanrana, Angel Kusanagi simply dropped to her knees, drilling the woman onto her head and neck, ala Toshiaki Kawada's Gonso Bomb.

HANSON
"BOSEKI DRIVER!!!!!!! SHE HIT THE BOSEKI DRIVER!!!!!"

Collapsing over Serena Frost, Angel Kusanagi took a moment to gain her bearings. It was almost enough to garner pity for the borderline insane member of the Unwanted as the camera caught the exhaustion on her bloodied face. She almost didn't seem to realize that the crowd was actually cheering her. Calling for her to roll Serena into the casket. A moment later, however, and she saw what she had to do. Angel crawled over onto the other side of Serena and began to push her limp body towards the edge of the ring, towards where the casket was.

REYNOLDS
"NOOOO!! SHE CAN'T DO THIS!!"

HANSON
"IT'S ALL PART OF THE MATCH, JIM!! I HATE TO SAY IT!!"

The crowd was ROARING as Angel pushed Serena, motionless as she was, into the casket and slammed the lid shut!!

HANSON
"IT'S SHUT!! THAT'S IT!! ALL SHE'S GOTTA DO IS LIGHT IT!!!"

Sliding out of the ring, a bloody mess, Angel dug under the ring and retrieved a stove lighter.

HANSON
"THERE IT IS!!!! SHE LIGHTS THAT CASKET AND WE GOT A NEW CHAMPIO---"

Nick Hanson was cut off as someone out of the camera frame came rushing in from behind and SMACKED Angel Kusanagi over the back of her head with a steel chair.

HANSON
"WHAT THE HELL?!?!"

The camera panned up, revealing...TYLER GREY!! Dressed out of his gear and changed into sweat pants and sneakers. The man SNEERED down at Angel Kusanagi as she laid on the ringside floor, immediately unconcious.

REYNOLDS
"PRAISE WHATEVER GOD IS ABOVE!!!!!"

HANSON
"WHAT THE HELL IS TYLER GREY DOING OUT HERE?!?!?"

REYNOLDS
"SAVING HIS TEAM MATE, NICKY!!!"

HANSON
"HE'S NOT SUPPOSED TO BE OUT HERE!!!"

REYNOLDS
"HAHAAAAA, HE AIN'T ALONE!!"

As the commentators argued, Julian Morrison appeared at ringside from the ramp and shoved the referee away before opening the casket lid up. He pulled Serena Frost out as Tyler Grey scooped Angel Kusanagi up over his shoulder and dropped her down into the casket before it was reclosed.

REYNOLDS
"SO LONG ANGEL!!!"

HANSON
"NO, GODDAMN IT!!! THIS CAN'T HAPPEN!! NOT LIKE THIS!!!"

Julian and pulled Serena away, who was just coming out of her daze as Tyler sparked up the stove lighter and held it to the wicker until it caught flame. The fire immediately began to spread, engulfing the wicker casket before the fans boos turned to relieved cheers as Jay White and Adam Cole came running down to the ring as the bell rang to end the match. Cole carried a chair. White carried a fire extinguisher and immediately blasted the fire with it to put it out while Cole chased off the Renegades with his weapon.

ARDEN
"HERE IS YOUR WINNER!!!! AAAAAAAND STIIIIILL, THE NFW WOMEN'S TELEVISION CHAMPION!!! SEREEEEENAAAAAAAA FROOOOOOOOOOST!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"YES!!!!! YEEEEEEESSS!!!!!"

HANSON
"Oh shut up! She didn't do it by herself! She had three guys helping her!!"

As Static X's "Cold" filled the arena, Tyler Grey and Julian Morrison pulled Serena Frost to her feet, handing her the Women's TV title while Julian let her lean on him for support. Jay White and Adam Cole ripped the lid off of the casket with Jay White reaching in and pulling the mangled Angel Kusanagi out, literally having to lift the woman up into a cradle position as Adam Cole came to stand next to him, shouting obscenities at the Renegades and cursing them for pussies.

HANSON
"My god, at least they got her out of there in time!"

It was then that White and Cole hurried to the curtain, carrying Angel, obviously to get her to the doctor on site.

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“Tonight, gorgeous… tonight is the NIGHT!” Lara Blackheart called out with a happy grin plastered to her face, already in her ring gear and wearing a new Sex & Violence tee, cut off at the midsection. “I’m gonna get that briefcase, and we’re gonna be on our way to making all the titles in this bitch OURS.” She looked across the room to Penelope, crooking a finger for her to come over.

Penelope walks over and stands beside Lara, yanking on her own hair a bit.

“Gotta get you ready, too…” Lara told her, pulling her in for a brief kiss. “Next week’s gonna be your NFW debut… we gotta make sure you leave an impression on EVERYONE.”

Penelope put her head on Lara’s shoulder, giggling. “Finally going to let me play? Please let me play. I want to play in someone’s blood, babe.”

Lara grinned, sweetly enough seeming to love the attention Penelope lavished upon her. “Don’t you worry, baby girl. There’s gonna be plenty of blood for you to enjoy. We’re gonna leave a trail of violence in our wake that’s never been seen in the Women’s Division. This is only the beginning, and the four of us are going to make our mark.”

"That is exactly what we will do." Penelope replied, "I don’t need to say much right now. I do enough of that as it is. Everyone will fear us, everyone will watch as I wrap all these titles around my perfect body. Hehehe."

“Can you just picture the four of us walking out onto that stage… the Women’s World Title around my waist, the TV Title around yours, and the tag titles with TyAnna and Futura? We’ll be unstoppable.” Lara mused, a look of determination on her face as she imagined the visual. “There’s never been a dominant stable in the Women’s Division before… we’re gonna make history.”

"Or could you imagine me just wearing nothing but the TV title." Peneloped laughed, "That would be such a rating booster for the company."

“Mm. That it would, my dear.” Hilariously, the dreamy smile Lara showed as she pictured that almost made her look like a living anime character, all big-eyes and bright teeth. “Ok, ok…. Anyway. Back to business. Just remember… I need you girls ready tonight. No matter what happens, that match does NOT end without me claiming that briefcase. By any means necessary.”

"I will do whatever it takes to make that happen babe." Penelope told her, "Whatever it takes!"


"Good." Lara replied, a devious little twinkle in her eye, "All for one, and one for all. Tonight? It doesn't matter how bad those other bitches want that Money In The Bank briefcase... there's only one way it can end. Because The Doctor... Is In."

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The Money In The Bank Ladder match kicked off just about as most would have expected it. Erin Mercer, Candi Broduer, Kimi Smalls and Kennedy Campbell all hit the outside of the ring going for ladders. Adrianna Salvatore, however, rushed right across the ring, grabbed Lara Blackheart as she was moving to do the same and YANKED her right back against her to deliver a release German Suplex, throwing the girl overhead and causing her to land flat on her face.

Literally, not once did Adrianna Salvatore even attempt to go for a ladder. Staying true to her word, she was focused intently on Lara Blackheart. There was that blind rage to factor in, however, which meant anybody that so much as accidentally got in her path, ended up catching a lariat or some kind of suplex or MMA slam. A stunning display, at one point, saw Lara literally shoving and irish whipping the other women towards her pursuer. Adrianna didn't care. She just started tossing opposition out of the way. A belly to belly overhead suplex to Kennedy Campbell. A catch Powerslam reversal to Kimi Smalls. A backdrop driver to Erin Mercer. A pop up spinning powerbomb to Candi Broduer.

As the match continued, Adrianna remained successful in keeping Lara from reaching any of the ladders in the center of the ring. Finally, Lara Blackheart looked as if she was finally caving to Adrianna Salvatore's mercy. Crawling backwards on her hands and butt as she looked to be begging Adrianna to lay off...before suddenly grinning wickedly as TYANNA JUPITER rushed into the camera frame and hit Adrianna with a lariat so hard, it leveled her instantly!!!!

HANSON
"WHOA!!!!! WHAT THE HELL!!!"

REYNOLDS
"HERE COMES THE SMOKING HOT BACKUP BOYS!!"

HANSON
"Oh will you stop?!"

As Lara Blackheart got to her feet, smiling wickedly again, TyAnna Jupiter gave her a fist bump and slid into the ring where she went after the other women. She wasn't alone, however. Futura Soli and Lara's new squeeze, Penelope Cassidy appeared, joining TyAnna in the ring and began attacking the other four competitors.

HANSON
"OH, I HAD A FEELING THIS WOULD HAPPEN!! YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!"

REYNOLDS
"THIS IS GREAT!!! IT'S LIKE THE SEXY DOCTOR AND HER HOT NURSES!!"

After an initial beat down on the women in the ring was done by the collective group that Lara had taken to calling Sex & Violence, TyAnna, Futura and Penelope all slid out of the ring as Lara stood over Adrianna, still dazed but trying to get to her feet. Lara threw obscenities and harsh slaps to the woman's face before TyAnna Jupiter picked Adrianna up and lifted her onto her shoulders, delivering a devastating POWERBOMB through the main announce table. The table essentially imploded inward with Adrianna's body violent convulsing on the way down until she laid limp on the floor.

HANSON
"JESUS!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH YOU LADIES?!?!"

For this, Futura stepped in and FOREARMED Nick Hanson across the face, knocking him off of his feet.

REYNOLDS
"HO-HOOOOOO!!!!! THEY SHOWED YOUR ASS, NICKY!!! Hey whoa, I'm cool ladies! It's cool!"

James Reynolds said, backing up with his hands going up and giving the four a thumbs up.

REYNOLDS
"Sex & Violence all the way!! You ladies rock!"

This seemed enough to sway them as Lara Blackheart finally slid into the ring and began climbing the ladder.

REYNOLDS
"Ladies and gents!! For once, it's not me being laid out!! Allow me, Jimmy Reynolds, to introduce you to your winner of the Money In The Ba--whaaaaaaat the FUCK?!"

James Reynolds switched gears as the crowd began to pop to the sight of SHELLEY SILVER running to the ring!! Looking like she had since showered and changed into her normal clothes, all black of course, Shelley rushed to the ring and slipped right in. In a panic, Lara Blackheart jumped off of the ladder as the rest of Sex & Violence hurried into the ring. Shelley Silver, however, went on an explosive tear, similar to how Adrianna Salvatore had with the other match contestants. An arm drag sent Futura Soli across the mat. Shelley ducked under a clothesline from TyAnna, came off the ropes and countered with a Superman Forearm type strike!! A brief exchange of blows with Penelope, as Lara looked on, ended in Shelley whipping Penelope into the corner and hitting a sudden Silver Bullet. As she got to her feet, panting, Shelley turned her eyes on...Lara.

A mixture of anger and hurt filled the woman's eyes as she shook her head, watching Lara, mouthing 'why, Lara? Why? Why all of this?' Lara Blackheart looked absolutely TERRIFIED!! Like a deer in the sights of a wolf as she backed her way into a corner but slowly eased out of it with her hands extended, defensively. Tears could be seen forming in Lara's eyes as she inaudibly told Shelley, 'I'm sorry Shells...I'm sorry! I wasn't thinking! Please, I love you!'

Those words. They visibly struck Shelley as she had come to stand right over the shorter woman. Shelley's eyes closed, with the woman visibly fighting back tears as she looked away, turning her back on Lara. Lara had just said the words she knew could soften Shelley's resolve. But this time...Shelley shook her head and looked up at the fans, opening her tear filled eyes. She could be seen mouthing, 'I know better....' and spun around DRILLING Lara in the face with a forearm!!

The crowd went NUTS for Shelley Silver's decision as she stood over a shocked Lara Blackheart, jabbing a finger down at her, yelling 'THIS ENDS NOW!' Before she could take another step, however, Sex & Violence were back on their feet and pouncing on Shelley like a pack of wolves. A three on one beat down occurred. No, four on one, once Lara Blackheart got to her feet to reveal Shelley was right all along. Smiling wickedly as she cursed Shelley for being a 'treacherous bitch' she joined in on the stomps and kicks.

REYNOLDS
"Looks like things aren't looking so hot for the new Silver Mountain Champion, folks!! Hahahahaaaaaaaa!!"

James Reynolds commentated solo, as the beatdown continued. That was until Futura Soli turned to notice movement from outside of their gang style beatdown and caught a sudden MOAB LAUNCH from ADRIANNA SALVATORE!!!!

REYNOLDS
"HOOOOLY CRAP!!!! NICKY, YOU GOTTA GET UP AND TALK SOME SENSE INTO ADRIANNA!!!"

Nick Hanson could be heard groaning as he recovered from Futura's forearm while Adrianna leveled the same woman with her signature. She immediately got up and rushed TyAnna, forcing the woman back off of Shelley Silver. Adrianna and TyAnna immediately went into an exchange of blows on one another. Lara Blackheart and Penelope Cassidy continued the beatdown on Shelley Silver until suddenly WHAM!!!!

In came Kimi Smalls with a vicious SUPERKICK to Penelope Cassidy!!!

HANSON
"SUPERKIIIIIIIIIIIIICK!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey!! Shut up, Nicky!!"

HANSON
"What? You do it all the time!"

REYNOLDS
"She just kicked Penelope, though!!"

HANSON
"Biased as always, Jim."

Shelley Silver got to her feet, nodding a thanks to Kimi before turning her focus on Lara again. It was chaos again. Penelope and Futura were down. Adrianna and TyAnna were laying into one another until Adrianna hit a forearm right across the woman's jaw, promptly popping her up for a GROUND ZERO!!!! Adrianna sat out with it, as usual, snapping TyAnna to the mat with a primal yell coming from the blood drunk member of The Unwanted.

Meanwhile, Lara Blackheart made a break for it from Kimi Smalls and Shelley Silver. The two went after her, only for Shelley Silver to be blindsided by a recovered Futura. Penelope, meanwhile, had also recovered and surprised Kimi Smalls with a Russian Legsweep onto the mat, keeping her from going after Lara. As Penelope Cassidy turned around, however, the crowd popped as she found herself in the sights of...Adrianna Salvatore. Rage in her eyes, Adrianna honed in one the woman who had a hand in injuring Mia Hayashi. Adrianna pointed a finger at Penelope who looked more ready to take her on than anything. The camera mic just baaaaaarely caught her voice on audio.

"You...are...fucking...DEAD!!!!"

Juuuuust as the two looked ready to go at one another, Lara Blackheart reappeared in the ring, SMACKING Adrianna across the back with a steel chair. Adrianna reeled as Lara threw down the chair, spun her around and delivered the COMA WHITE right onto the steel object!!

HANSON
"OHHHH!! COMA WHITE ON THE CHAIR!!!!!!"

REYNOLDS
"BRUUUUTAAAAAL!!!!"

There, Lara Blackheart wasted no time in climbing the ladder after Penelope Cassidy finished getting it set up. As Lara climbed up, Penelope rushed towards the apron, knocking Erin Mercer off and back down to the floor. Futura did the same, rushing in with a big boot right to the face of Candi Broduer and sending her down. Shelley Silver, Kimi Smalls and Adrianna Salvatore were already down. The camera caught a quick glimpse of TyAnna beginning to recover from the Ground Zero. Just enough to have caught Kennedy Campbell on the mat around the waist...as Lara Blackheart unclasped the briefcase from above the ladder.

REYNOLDS
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEESSSS!!!!!!"

~DING DING DING~

HANSON

"AND LIKE IT OR NOT, FOLKS, LARA BLACKHEART IS YOUR WINNER OF MONEY IN THE BANK!!"

Motley Crue's "Dr. Feelgood" filled the arena as Lara Blackheart, wicked little thing that she was, blew a kiss and threw a middle finger to the crowd as she held the briefcase over her head. Climbing back down, she pulled Penelope Cassidy into a deep, passionate kiss as the two were joined by Futura Soli and TyAnna Jupiter. Sex & Violence standing tall and victorious with the other competitors laid out around them. A brief glimpse at Adrianna Salvatore revealed that the Coma White onto the chair had busted her open. The final shot, however, was of the four women, posing in the ring before a brief ad from the show's sponsors rolled.

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The main event between Kenny Omega and Judas Lasher for the NFW Heavyweight Championship came to a shocking conclusion at 45:22 when Kenny Omega countered a Lucifer's Halo into Croyt's Wrath. Basically, as Judas popped up to catch Kenny by the head, Kenny shoved him into the ropes and was bent down for when he came off of it. Kenny lifted him up and dropped him down into his arms, following through with the move and drilling Judas Lasher right onto his neck. Omega immediately snapped up, then and backed up to put a distance between himself and Lasher, calling for the V-Trigger!

HANSON
"Here it comes!"

REYNOLDS
"Gonna have two new champions, Nicky!!!"

All of a sudden, however, before Kenny could even begin the charge, a familiar but long since unseen face appeared up on the apron, drawing a shocked reaction from the crowd.



HANSON
"Wait, WHAT?!?!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAT THE HELL?!"

HANSON
"JIM!! That...that's...THAT'S PRINCE DEVITT!!"

REYNOLDS
"BUT WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE?!"

Whatever he was doing, it was serving as a distraction as Kenny Omega looked on at the former Bullet Club member with his jaw agape. Shock and realization on his face.

HANSON
"Wait a minute, Jim!! Do you think...do you think he's the one responsible for what's been happening to the ELITE?!"

REYNOLDS
"Hey you might be right!!"

As Kenny Omega slowly shook his head, mostly in disbelief at who he was seeing, Prince Devitt raised up one hand in a familiar gesture. The old Bullet Club gun gesture. Index finger extended with his thumb, 'cocking the hammer.' As Kenny Omega was in the middle of asking Devitt what the hell he was even doing here, Judas Lasher was up on his feet again, spinning Omega around and delivering the LUCIFER'S HALO!!!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THREE!!

HANSON
"AND JUDAS LASHER RETAINS THE NFW HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPIONSHIP!!!"

REYNOLDS
"WHAAAAAT?! WHAT IS PRINCE DEVITT DOING HERE?!?! WHY DID HE HELP LASHER?!"

HANSON

"I-I don't know! Is he signed with us?! I didn't get any information passed down! Hopefully we'll get some answers next week! We've gotta go! So long everyone!"

As Venom Inc's "Ave Satanas" filled the arena, and Judas Lasher celebrated his victory, Prince Devitt hopped down from the apron, backing up the ramp with a smile on his face. Once more he raised the BC gun gesture...then turned it into a 'too sweet' as he went through the curtain and disappeared as the credits rolled, leaving the audience and commentary crew in utter shock....