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Next Level Wrestling Presents
ASCENDENCY II
LIVE from the Avron B Fogelman Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana
October 17th, 2020
The opening riffs of "Obey" by Bring Me The Horizon and YUNGBLUD echoes throughout the arena as the fans begin to cheer loudly. The camera focuses on the announce team of Dan Simmons and Tommy West.
West: Damn right this is Next Level, and Dan, we've got some more new faces out to impress BB Gunn!
Simmons: That's right, six more new talents to be showcased. Sylvius faces off against Joshua Darkwood, Frank Dylan James faces Maze, and Kenneth Casper faces the man who was revealed as being Next Level two weeks ago: Jason Justice!
West: I tell you what I think there will be a few people hoping that Justice gets his face kicked in after upstaging the night like that!
Simmons: I'd hope the guys in the back weren't so jealous, but you may be right, Tommo. But enough of that, let's take you straight to the action!
The hard cam pans over to the entrance curtain for our first match.
MATCH ONE
Sylvius vs Joshua Darkwood
Opening the night and willing to impress on their first NLW outing, as well knowing the title tryout theme of the match, both men were quick to trade blows, with Darkwood taking advantage with the slight size and power advantage. However, Sylvius would duck under a big right from Darkwood and head to the ropes, and hit a baseball dive to send his opponent to his knees, and a swift kick to the back of the head to put him on the mat, and instead of the cover he looked for an early Swan Song [calf slicer], but Darkwood struggled free and rolled to the other side of the ring, allowing both to get back on their feet and start again.
Following a tie up, Sylvius dropped behind and applied an armbar, Darkwood reached behind and brings Sylvius down with a snapmare to release his arm, his follow up elbow drop missed however, and as both men got back to their feet Sylvius brought Darkwood down with a standing dropkick. Both got back up quickly again, Sylvius attemped a clothesline but Darkwood ducked under and comes back with a clothesline of his own, and making a quick pin attempt for one.
Keeping the pressure on, Darkwood dragged his opponent to his feet and looked for a suplex, but Sylvius dropped behind and hit a release German suplex, followed quickly by a springboard moonsault and a cover which gets a two count. After pulling him back to his feet, Sylvius attempted an Irish whip, which Darkwood counters, and instinctively hits Sylvius with The Pounce [high knee].
Feeling in control, Darkwood lifted Sylvius to his feet and twisted the arm, taking him to the corner and then carefully climbing to the top rope, walking along and hitting the Blood Bite. Momentum building, he once again dragged Sylvius to his feet and sets him into a cutter position to hit the Wolfs-bane, Sylvius pushed him away, and Darkwood turned right into the Death in Venice [corkscrew brainbuster], but the pin attempt only gets a two count.
Sylvius got to his feet and stalked Darkwood, looking for the Rusalka [rolling elbow], Darkwood ducks and once again then looks for the Wolfs-bane [diamond cutter] and this time spikes him, making the cover for the three count.
[WINNER: Joshua Darkwood Via Wolfs-bane at 04:22]
We open in a backstage corridor. We watch as Frank Dylan James stands alone, facing a brick wall. As Frank turns, the look in his eye is that of a madman.
FDJ: "Been too damn long since I got to whip somebody's ass, gon' change that tonight!"
A familiar voice then creeps into the scene from the shadows.
"Well look who it is."
[Karl Hagen.]
Karl Hagen speaks to FDJ as if they are long lost friends.
Karl: "It's good to see you again, Frank."
FDJ: "Is that right?"
Karl: "Of course it is Frank. I didn't realize that we would be sharing a locker room once again.
FDJ: "Yeah. You didn't realize. I guess yer ol' Daddy ain't here ta tell ya every little thing like back in the day."
Frank's tone feels a little confrontational, which is why Gerhard Bishop takes a step forward to reveal that he was also within earshot of the conversation. Bishop extends his massive chest, perhaps looking to defend the man who's dedicated to ensuring his success in NLW.
FDJ: "You wanna tell yer boy here ta take a step back before I twist his big ugly head off'a his neck and shove it up his ass?"
Karl: "It's ok Gerhard. Frank and I go way back."
Gerhard stands down at the request of his mentor.
Karl: "The fact that you're here in NLW sure does pose the question. Are you with us, or against us?
Frank is about to answer, but Karl puts his hand up.
Karl: "Let's let your actions speak for you, shall we. At some point in time, whether it's tonight, next month or next year. You're going to have to choose, one way or the other."
Frank contemplates for a moment.
Karl: "Don't forget about how well my father treated you when you needed a place to go."
FDJ: "Respect fer your daddy's the only reason I ain't fed you ta that big sum'bitch standing behind you. Maybe you wanna remember that before you go givin' me deadlines an' ultimatums."
Karl smirks and stops himself from taking the bait.
Karl: “I guess time well tell. C’mon Gerhard, we have work to do.”
We watch as Karl and Gerhard leave the scene which gives Frank time to contemplate his allegiances.
[Cut.]
MATCH TWO
Maze vs Frank Dylan James
These two didn’t waste any time as the bell went, bounding towards each other, and trading all sorts of rights, none of them clean, all of them with only one intention: hit. Neither seem to get the advantage either, they are going back and forth, until James hits a strong right, sending Maze bundling through the ropes and to the outside. James follows, but by this time Maze is up and they’re back out it. The referee looks on, beginning the ten count but it seems pretty clear that these two don’t care about him or his count. Maze gains some form of advantage and slams James’ head into the announce table, not once, but twice. Looking around he realises the referee is at seven, so rolls in and out to break the count, only to have his head almost booted off his shoulders by James. James isn’t done there, picking Maze up and sending him head first into the ring post.
Eventually James would get this back in the ring, probably because the referee, tired of being ignored got in between the fallen Maze and James, and told him he was fed up with counting to nobody listening and to “just get it back in the damn ring”. James even looked a little sad as he threw him back in. As he climbed up onto the apron however, Maze is up and clotheslines him hard enough to send James into the barriers and soon rolled out the ring once again. The referee by this point has given up, and has realises he has two options, count both en out, or just implore them to keep this weapon free and hope they get back in the ring at some point.
Maze went to get James back to his feet but James was playing possum and sneaks an eye rake in between his mask holes, with Maze wincing in pain he shows his strength, picking him up and placing him on his shoulder, and hitting a powerslam to the floor.
Finally, it was time to bring this back in the ring, James was happy with the damage done, and picked up his opponent and rolled him in. This time he could get in the ring, Maze was down, and James stomped the back of his head a couple times to encourage his opponent to move and scramble to his feet. Frank would then lean on the ropes, sizing his opponent, and lunge forward for a huge clothesline, Maze ducked and hit a swinging neckbreaker.
Maze was getting more and more irritable, and now had resorted in slapping the side of his own head. Shouting “he won’t stay down, I am hitting him as hard as I can, shut up, shut up!”, this frustration didn’t slow him down however, and as James got to his feet, Maze grabbed him and hit the Just Hold Still [double arm DDT], although this was only for a two count.
This only made Maze more irritable to the extent where it didn’t seem like Maze any more, and by The Prick was screaming “finish the bastard” over and over. He kicked James in the gut and went for the Edge of Sanity [spike pedigree], but James powered out with a back body drop. Maze would get back to his feet only to eat a huge running big boot, James made the cover...but could only get two. Undeterred, he got back on his feet and waited for a dazed Maze to get up and grabbed him by the throat, Maze kicked him in the knee to break the hold, then in an act of further brutality, grabbed the back of Frank’s head with both hands, pushing his knee into his face not once, not twice, but three times, and then forcing him between his legs and hitting the Edge of Sanity. Maze, exhausted made the cover and this time got the three.
[WINNER: Maze Via Edge of Sanity at 10:04]
NLW's resident interviewer, Kelly Ross, would be joined backstage with Mr. Bollywood and his manager, the dastardly Director of Doom. With a bright pearly smile on her face she would raise the microphone to her mouth, motioning to both men that stood either side of her.
Kelly Ross: Ladies and gentlemen at this time I am joined by one half of tonight's main event, Mr. Bollywood, and his manager, the--
Doom would bring his hand to a stop above the microphone, his eyes wide - a dumb-looking smile on his face.
Director of Doom: Would you allow me, Kelly?
Kelly would shrug, a bit perplexed at his friendly demeanour; Doom would drop his hand. The microphone would be raised to his mouth, his face turning towards the camera with that same, dumb, look as before.
Director of Doom: WHAT YOU ARE ABOUT TO HEAR ARE THE WORDS OF AN ICON - A MULTI-GENERATIONAL TALENT THAT EXUBERATES CHARM, CHARISMA AND CREATIVITY. HE IS EVERYTHING THAT MAKES THIS COMPANY SPECIAL, THE EPIPHANY OF 'NEXT LEVEL' WRESTLING. PRAISE BE TO HIM THAT SPEAKS TO US TODAY. LADIES AND GENTLEMEN, IT'S THE EVER SO CHARMING, EVER SO CHARISMATIC, EVER SO CREATIVE... MRRRRRRRRRR. BOLLYWOOOOOOOOOOD!
The Director of Doom would clasp his hands together and take a step back, chuckling maniacally; Mr. Bollywood, with aviators on the bridge of his nose and a cocktail stick in the corner of his mouth, would swagger forwards - peering into the lens of the camera with bright eyes and a cheesy grin. He would turn to Doom, then turn to Kelly.
Mr. Bollywood: Thanks for the introduction, H-- Doom - and I thank you, Kelly, for being here with us tonight... --because tonight is a very special night! It's the sequel show to the first successful outing, and it features none other than top-star tag team action in the main event! What more could you ask for?! You know, when I first signed up to NLW--
~~The sounds of blades whirring in the air, overriding Bollywood's comments that are lost by the noise~~
The Director of Doom would mouth 'the hell?' before veering off camera, Bollywood would carry on until the noise finally brought him to a halt, he could carry on no longer.
~~After a long while the blades would quieten, with everything eventually returning back to normal~~
Director of Doom (off-screen): Hey man, do you mind?! We're trying to promo here--
A loud thump would be heard as Doom let out a cry, the camera turning to reveal his body hunched against the wall - a trickle of blood slowly dripping from his nose. Standing behind him would be a rather dashing middle-aged man, with a rich teal suit and an expensive Armani watch. A look of scorn would be on his face as he veered down at the victim of his strike, and slowly, his head would rise - looking off past the camera.
Rohan J. Roshil: Kashmir, you son of a bitch.
The camera would pan back towards Bollywood who stood jaw agape, eyes wide.
Mr. Bollywood: Rohan?!
Rohan J. Roshil's nose would curl, a fire in his eyes. He would turn to look at Kelly.
Rohan J. Roshil: You know where can I find one, Mr. Gunn, my dear?
MATCH THREE
Joe Blow vs Malaika vs Big Bone vs Bugz?
Curiously, as the bell rang, three of the four competitors stepped forward, the fourth, Joe Blow simply dropped and rolled out of the ring, and started to harass members of the public if they had any cigarettes, because he was “jonesing for a bit of nicotine”. This prompted Malaika to ask Jinzo what the best course of action would be, and with her asking that question, Bugz? and Big Bone tied up in the middle, the luchador gained the advantage and after an Irish whip, he sent the returning Bugz? up and over the top rope. As he observed his work, Jinzo had pointed out to Malaika that she should attack Big Bone, since he wasn’t looking at the only one left in the ring, which she reluctantly obliged, needing to gain an advantage one way or another.
With Malaika and Big Bone keeping each other occupied, Bugz?, who was now getting to his feet thought he would investigate what was going on with Joe Blow, who had moved on from audience members and was now annoying Dan Simmons and Tommy West, having acquired a cigarette he was hoping either had a match or a lighter. Simmons tried to remind him that the building was no smoking, but Blow wasn’t moved at all and kept repeating “yeah, but do you have one?”. Bugz? Came over to Blow and smacked the cigarette out of his hand and pushed him, trying to enrage the hobo. Joe looked at his empty hand, scratched his ass and took a deep breath. When he looked back at Bugz?, his face was enraged, and he launched himself at the Jersey native, grabbing him and slamming his head against the commentary desk repeatedly, before tossing him into the ring steps. Slowly, he walked over to him and screamed “don’t touch my stuff”, before heading back to the crowd in an attempt to procure a second cigarette.
Meanwhile Big Bone and Malaika had been going back and forth in an entertaining bout, Bone was showing off some impressive athleticism to keep up with Malaika, which culminated with Bone hitting the Roll the Bones [Cross Rhodes] after reversing reversing a sleeper hold by pushing the smaller Malaika into the corner, loosening the hold, flipping her over his shoulder and holding head in place for the set up. This was after a lot of Malaika offence, and Bone was slow to move.
With both Malaika and Big Bone on the mat, and slow to get to their feet, this caught the attention of both Joe Blow and Bugz?, who was finally stirring after the brutal shot into the steps. Blow was happy to watch things play out some more, but Bugz? was of the opinion that it was the correct time to strike. Slowly, he climbed the turnbuckle and hit a diving senton on Malaika, making the cover but only getting a two count. He got back up and started stalking Big Bone, and as Bone is doubled over and about to straighten up, he attempts the Left Turn at Albuquerque [legdrop bulldog], but Bone sidestepped and brought him onto his shoulders, and hit the Rattling Bones [fireman’s carry snapmare driver], but he didn’t notice that Jinzo was calling the book, and Malaika was up and hit a low version of the Gikor.
Bone rolled toward the ropes, and Malaika told Jinzo to keep going, and she headed to the top rope. Bugz?, who had taken one hell of a beating already staggered to his feet, but was sent back down via the Zaker [missile dropkick]. Malaika went for the cover but never got to Bugz?’s body as Joe Blow, deliberatly a spectator almost all match has grabbed her and thrown her out of the ring. He covered Bugz?, and had a victorious hand raised as the referee counted the...two count, because the three was interrupted by Big Bone, who hit the Give a Frog a Bone [frog splash], crushing Blow between Bone and Bugz?. Bone rolls Blow off Bugz? and makes the cover for the three!
[WINNER: Big Bone Via Give the Frog a Bone at 11:47]
We are back in the office of a certain BB Gunn, the General Manager of NLW. He would be pacing frantically around the room, confronted by a rather angry-looking Indian man whom bore a red-fist and an expensive suit to match.
Rohan J. Roshil: You do realize the amount of shit I can get you in for promoting one of my stars, right?! --I- I- I mean what were you thinking?!
Gunn would run his hands through his hair, shaking his head, trying to come to terms with the situation.
BB Gunn: I had no clue he was exclusive to your agency, Mr. Roshil... His manager, Henry, never mentioned such a thing--
Rohan J. Roshil: Henry?! You mean that fat slob I rocked with my fist?! His manager?! Kashmir's manager?! Are you-- Aghh! This is a complete mockery! A fucking sham! Do you know who I am?! --I'm Rohan J. Roshil, Kashmir's agent! His fucking agent! --and you have the audacity to tell me a fucking low-life lackey... one of my employees... is his... MANAGER?!
BB Gunn: --look, Mr. Roshil, there's been a mis-understanding...
Rohan J. Roshil: That's a fucking understatement, my friend! I could get you shut down for this shit--
A knock on the door. Kashmir Singh, Mr. Bollywood, would enter the room - hands out, trying to calm Rohan down.
Kashmir Singh: --this is not Mr. Gunn's fault, Rohan. You are both right, there's been a huge mis-understanding and a lot of mis-communication. I don't think Henry is much to blame either, he was only trying to help me further my actin--
Rohan J. Roshil: Help you?! He's put you in a fucking wrestling ring, Kashmir --he's not going to help you he's going to fucking hurt you! INJURE you!
He would turn to BB.
Rohan J. Roshil: --And YOU'RE to blame aswell!
BB would put his hands in the air. Kash would go to talk but Rohan would cut him off.
Rohan J. Roshil: Now you get your sorry ass into that helicopter and back to New Dheli before I--
Kashmir Singh: --No.
Rohan would stop, eyes wide - shocked. Even Kashmir would be shocked at what he said. BB too!
Kashmir Singh: --I mean, I- I- can... B- but I don't want to. Not right now, at least. I promised this man I would wrestle tonight, I promised the fans I would wrestle... A- and I'm going to. I've been preparing for this for two weeks... It'll eat me alive if I don't finish it up...
Rohan J. Roshil: ...What a tremendous performance, Kashmir - didn't think you had those sort of acting chops in your repertoire, colour me impressed - now get your ass--
Kashmir Singh: I'm not acting, Rohan. I'm being serious. My contract to you is only exclusive in India... You have no right to take legal action here. You have no right to, uh, stop me...
Rohan's fist would tense.
Rohan J. Roshil: ...you what?
Kash would gulp - even BB would aswell.
Kashmir Singh: -I've enjoyed doing this, Rohan. Genuinely. It brings me a lot of joy and I don't want to just throw it all aw--
Rohan would point at BB without once looking him in the eyes.
Rohan J. Roshil: You want to carry on hanging out with these half-wits... performing in dingy little bingo halls to a crowd of, what, 200?! You want to be a spandex wearing... WRESTLER?!...When you have the chance to become a top star in BOLLYWOOD?! Are you mad?!--
Kashmir Singh: Look, Rohan--
Rohan J. Roshil: No you shut the fuck up and let me finish, Kashmir... You need to wake the fuck up and exit this little fantasy-land! Because I am warning you, if you don't get back in that helicopter in the next thirty seconds, I am going to make sure that the.... uh...Curse of the Werewrestler!--is the last ever movie you feature in! I won't care how successful it may be... I won't care how popular you might become... I will halt your progress to the top of the industry and make sure you never see another blockbuster with your name on it EVER again! You understand me?! Get your sorry ass... back... into that... damn helicopter!
Kash would flare with anger, his face stern. He would ponder. Take a very, very long time to think. BB would bite his nails. Then he would make up his mind.
Kashmir Singh: I'm sorry, Rohan. --I won't. You'll see me again in a week's time for another week's worth of shooting - but for now, I'm staying put.
Rohan would explode with the darkest of red. Smoke almost bellowing out of his ears.
Rohan J. Roshil: ...You fucking... You selfish, selfish... Prick.
Rohan would glare at Kashmir before shaking his head and scowling at an innocent BB Gunn - his eyes would dart back to Kashmir.
Rohan J. Roshil: I hope you come to regret the decision you have made, you fucking idiot.
He would be about to leave.
Rohan J. Roshil: --and tell Henry I never want to see his fat fucking face again. He's fired --and you will be aswell when that shitty movie of yours has wrapped up.
With a loud thud Rohan would be gone, in the distance helicopter blades would whir back to life. BB would let out a large sigh and fall back into his chair, his hands on his head.
...
BB Gunn: ...Wow man. I'm impressed. This place really mean that lot to you?
Kash would sigh.
Kashmir Singh: I just feel a lot more comfortable here. Bollywood itself is just so competitive and toxic... so... so toxic. I guess this place allows me to vent my frustrations. It's a chance to escape.
BB would nod, slowly smiling.
BB Gunn: Well I hope that all this malarkey hasn't put you off tonight's tag match!
Kash would let off a little smirk, a fire in his eyes.
Kashmir Singh: If anything, I feel even more ready than before... I even... I-...I almost feel alive.
We cut to the backstage area where we see NLW's number won reporter Kelly Ross standing infront of a NLW banner with mic in hand.
Ross: "Good evening lady's and gentalmen I'm Kelly Ross and my guest at this time is a man who is about to make his NLW inring debut, he is a former two time, two time, MCCW World Heavyweight Champion, he is The Next Level, Jason Justice!"
Jason Justice walks into the shot with a grin on his face.
Justice: "That was a great introduction Kelly thanks for that!"
Ross: "So champ champ, how do you feel going into your first ever NLW match?"
Justice: "I feel good Kelly, I've been able to take this time off to rest up and heal from some of the crazy stuff we did in MCCW, ever been in a landmine match? Yeah not fun. Anyways, I'm feeling good, as good as I have ever been if not better."
Ross: "Any surprises up your sleeve tonight for the NLW fan that may have watched you in the past?"
Justice: "Well...I may have learned a few new tricks, we'll just have to wait to see, but I do plan on Lighting Em Up and maybe, just maybe I'll bust out The Gavel."
He gives Kelly then the camera a grin.
Ross: "Your opponent tonight, he said he vows to "rain sorrow, and hate onto you like the wrath of a vengeful god." how do you respond to something like that?"
Justice: "Well, first off religion is my mom and brothers thing, me and pops are atheist's, but as far as the sorrow and hate, I mean, that just ain't me dawg, I'm a happy go lucky type of dude, and no matter what Mr. Casper try's to say or do, he'll never take my shine, now if you'll excuse me Kelly, I do believe my match is Here and Now."
He throws up the Shaka as he walks off towards the curtain, we can hear Goldfinger's "A Million Miles" start to play but then the sound of a record scratching.
The opening guitar rift and bass line for The Ernie's "Here and Now" blasts over the PA system the record spins and scratches and we hear the sample for Chuck D "Here we go!" And out burst Jason Justice from behind the curtain, the fans in attendance jumping to their feet cheering on their dude, he makes his way down to the ring bouncing his head to the rhythm of the song, he walks to the far end of the ring before leaping up to the apron, he then heads to the turnbuckle and standing on the second one up from the outside as the "Heeeerreee and noooow" of the chorus plays the camera does a flyby of Jason standing there with his arms out but his head up and eyes closed as he breaths in the people's energy, he then hops into the ring removing his NLW tracksuit jacket and starts to stretch waiting for his match to start.
MATCH FOUR
Jason Justice vs Kenneth Casper
As Kenneth Casper enters the ring, the bell rings and already Jason Justice is working down Casper with the Single Leg Takedown, then going for a Heel Hook early on but Casper is able to kick away Justice. Both men are back to their feet as Casper goes for a Lariat but Justice goes under the line and deadlift German Suplex that drops Casper on the back of his neck. Justice kips up to his feet but as he does, Casper is already back to his feet and drops Justice with a German Suplex! Casper brings Justice to his feet and looks to throw Justice with the Biel Toss but Justice is able to counter it with an Arm Drag. Casper is quick to find his way back to his feet and charges into Justice who throws Casper into the turnbuckle with a Japanese Arm Drag.
Casper is able to find himself back to his feet after a minute, he falls back into the corner as Justice comes in with the Step Up Knee Strike in the corner. Justice whips Casper to the opposite corner and charges in once more but a Spear knocks down the former MCCW World Heavyweight Champion off of his feet but Justice is able to use his arms to lock in a Guillotine Choke but Casper flips over into the bridge and a pinfall attempt but Casper gets a two count as Justice rolls over Casper and into a North to South Choke. Casper finds his footing and attempts to bring himself to a vertical stance but Justice grabs the arm with a Single Underhook but Casper is able to lift Justice up and drop him down to the mat with Chiller [Spinebuster].
Kenneth Casper brings himself to the corner and seethes as he looks to hit the Heart Cracker Elbow but as he swings the elbow, Justice ducks the arm and turns around to land a Pump Knee Strike that catches the jaw of Casper, Justice goes behind and connects a German Suplex before getting back to his feet and landing a Bicycle Knee Strike to a kneeling Casper. Justice goes for the Final Judgement but Casper is answering back with some elbows to the head of Justice, breaking free and landing a kick right to the head of Justice.
Casper grabs the throat of Justice and looks to hoist him up for a chokeslam but Justice is able to counter it into Light ‘Em Up (Code Red), Justice is able to push Casper over and hoist Casper into a Fireman’s Carry from Casper’s kneeling position and drop him with The Gavel [Time Bomb], hooking the legs for the three count.
[WINNER: Jason Justice via The Gavel at 08:33]
We cut backstage to see Rob Arnold walking down a hallway, dressed in a three piece suit and also wearing a smile, he gets to BB Gunn’s office, but before he could knock, it opens, and a very flustered Gunn emerges from it. The timing is so precise that Rob’s fist almost hit’s Gunn, and he ducks past Rob as he comes through the door.
Gunn: Jesus Christ man!
Rob holds up an apologetic hand.
Arnold: Woah now, what the rush there Gunn? I thought we were going to sit down and have a chat?
Gunn shakes his head.
Gunn: Robbie, my man, I’m afraid I’m going to have to bail on you, I know what you want to speak to me about is important, but I’m having the craziest night. We have Indian contract disputes, we have Bugz? Being seen to in the trainers’ room, I’m going to have to take a rain check on you.
Arnold: Now hang on-
Gunn: I’m really sorry man, I promise we’ll catch up soon. Why don’t you head on home, you and Leon aren’t needed tonight anyway.
Gunn backs off and hurriedly makes his way down the hallway. The corridor stays on Arnold who has tried and failed to get some for of words out but can’t, and Gunn has gone. He takes a deep breath and shakes his head, looking in the distance of where Gunn went.
Arnold: Not needed…? Not….needed? Fuck me, when was the last time I wasn’t needed?
He shakes his head again.
Arnold: I guess I’ll go home then.
He places his hands on his hips and turns, walking in the opposite direction as the camera fades out.
MAIN EVENT - MATCH FIVE
Tag Team Match
El Rey Combatiente and Rafe White vs Gerhard Bishop and Mr Bollywood
The match begins with El Rey Combatiente and Mr Bollywood to start things off as Combatiente fires off with a Shotgun Dropkick, falling back into his own corner as he charges in with a Hesitation Dropkick but The Director of Doom is able to pull out Bollywood before Combatiente could leap. Combatiente rebounds off of the ropes and comes flying over the ropes with a Dropkick down onto the Director of Doom. Bollywood goes for a Lariat to knock down Combatiente but the masked man ducks the arm and leaps onto the apron, landing a Backflip DDT onto the floor. Rafe White took matters into his own hands, throwing Combatiente to the apron and then into the ring along with Bollywood. Both men slowly make it to their feet as Bollywood lands a Big Boot to Combatiente before dropping him down with the Back Suplex.
Bollywood would whip Combatiente to the ropes but he handsprings back with an Enzuigiri to the head of Bollywood, Combatiente fires off with the Superkick but he's grabbed by Bollywood and throws him over his head with a Fallaway Slam. Bollywood shows his strength and integrity as he hoists up Combatiente for the Gorilla Press Slam and the cover by Bollywood only gets one count. Bollywood goes for the whip to the ropes but Combatiente is able to spring off of the ropes with a Moonsault to take down the larger man.
Bishop is tagged in as he takes off with a Shoulder Tackle to Combatiente, another Shoulder Tackle takes down Combatiente, Bishop rebounds off of the ropes and connects a huge European Uppercut to the head of Combatiente, who reaches up and tags in Rafe White which allows Rafe to come directly in with a Dropkick that staggers Bishop back. Rafe targets the legs of Bishop with some stiff Calf Kicks to wear down Bishop. Rafe rebounds off of the ropes and goes for the Big Boot but is caught by Bishop and slammed with the Running Powerslam, only getting a one count for his efforts.
Rafe fires back with the Big Boot and then a kick to the head of Bishop, firing off with a Judas Effect but Bishop counters with the Back Drop Driver from out of nowhere but Rafe counters into an Inverted DDT. Rafe goes for another cover but The Director of Doom is able to distract the referee, leaving White to chase after the DOD but Bollywood catches him with the Big Boot on the outside. Bollywood throws in White and enters the ring as he sees Combatiente try to deliver more damage to Bishop, a Back Body Drop over the ropes knocks down Combatiente and in the ring, White is staggering before the -AND CUTTTTTT! [Spinning Spinebuster] drops him right back down onto his spine.
There seems to be dissension in the team of Rafe and Combatiente on the outside, a small argument seemingly getting out of hand way too quickly as Rafe swings for a punch to Combatientebut the arm is caught by the Masked King, before a kick to the gut hands and Combatiente delivering the Powerbomb to the apron down onto his traitorous partner. After a moment passes, both Bishop and Bollywood are back on their feet and notice the back turned on Rafe White from Combatiente. Bishop makes the tag back into Bollywood as he charges over to a down Rafe White and pick him up for the Bollywood Bottom [Rock Bottom] for the three count.
[WINNER: Gerhard Bishop and Mr Bollywood via Mr Bollywood's Bollywood Bottom at 14:56]
After the match ended, BB Gunn came out through the curtain as both Bishop and Bollywood stood tall in victory. A mic in his hand as both men in the ring, along with El Rey Combatiente, stare over at the General Manager.
BB Gunn: An amazing match out there, gentlemen, you should be proud. As you might have seen earlier tonight, we let three more men fight for a title tryout- which they did so and won respectfully. But in two weeks, Ascendency III, there will be eight men and two matches. Fatal Four Ways all around, gentlemen, and we’ll see how we go from there.
All three men nod their heads as the announcement is made.
BB Gunn: Good luck, gentlemen. I shall see you then.
“Obey” blasts out through the speakers as BB Gunn exits the building.
Simmons: There you have it, we have two Fatal Four-Way matches happening in two weeks, all eight men are going to be vying for a chance to become the first champion here in NLW.
West: I, for one, cannot wait for what’s to come. This will be big, and for Dan Simmons, I am Tommy West wishing you all a good night from New Orleans!
The final visual we see is of Bishop and White staring down one another before the feed fades to black.
