NLW Ascendancy XV | Saturday, May 15th, 2021 | LIVE
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Next Level Wrestling Presents
ASCENDENCY XV
LIVE from the Avron B Fogelman Arena in New Orleans, Louisiana
May 15th, 2021
Outside of the arena in the parking lot. The outskirts of the parking lot where Nathan Parker is parked with his truck and camper to be exact.
We find several members of arena security walking up to the camper. They see that there are a lot of cans and other garbage scattered around the camper.
“Are you sure that this is a good idea?”
“The boss wants him gone.”
“You can smell the place from here! Like campustown after hours!”
“You see he emptied his septic tank into the storm sewer? Disgusting!”
“Yeah, he’s gotta go.”
A couple of the security guards go around the back in case Nathan were to try to go out a back window. One guard walks up to the door and knocks.
Guard: Come on, Nathan. Answer the door.
The door to the camper opens up to reveal Nathan Parker standing in the doorway. He’s dressed in only his jeans and has a bottle of whiskey in his hand.
Nathan Parker: The fuck you want? I’m not even fucking booked tonight.
Guard: Well, you see. We’re wanting to slowly open back up attendance so more of the parking lot might be used.
Nathan seems like he might be listening, but he’s also taking in a “few” swallows of whiskey. He stops drinking and looks at the security guard with bleary eyes.
Nathan Parker: Look, Jack. I don’t give a fuck how many fans are coming to the shows now. I have to have a place to live, now don’t I? Bugger the fuck off.
Guard: You don’t understand, Nathan, and my name is John. You are being evicted from the premises. Clean your shit up and go, ya fucking drunk.
Nathan drinks more of his whiskey, shaking his head with a frown.
Nathan Parker: Who the fuck here has the fucking balls to fucking move me?
John: I hav-
Nathan headbutts John in the nose, instantly breaking it. John is knocked right onto his ass.
Nathan Parker: Anyone else?The other security guards help John up, whose nose is bleeding freely. They back away from the camper and begin making their way back to the arena. Nathan walks back into his camper, empties his bottle of whiskey, exchanges it out for a bottle of rum, and walks back out of the camper with his eyes to the arena.
Nathan Parker: It’s time to let some mother fuckers know what’s up.
MATCH ONE - PRE SHOW
GUNS Into The Afterward Tag Team Tournament
Youthful Affluence vs Unchallenged Epoch
Magnus: Hello and welcome to the NLW kick off show presented by GUNS. GUNS Arena is coming soon and to kick off this episode of Ascendancy with the first match in the Into the Afterward tag team tournament.
“STRAAAAAAIGHT KICK FIESTAAAAAAAAAA” screams over the PA System and Nick and Matt Jordan the team known as Youthful Influence strut out onto the stage. They look around at the crowd and then flex... their legs. Confetti pops as they do and the duo makes their way to the ring.
Magnus: They are Youthful, they are influential, they are the darling of the indies, they are Nick and Matt Jordan.
Generic music plays and Robert Shark and Ryle O’Kiley walk out onto the stage. Ryle plays the air drums as the two walk down the ramp and slide into the ring.
Magnus: Is that Rob Arnold? Why does that guy look exactly like Rob Arnold? Anyway, Unchallenged Epoch have won tag titles all over the world and are looking to add the GUNS Tag Team Belts to their long list.
Matt and Ryle agree to start for their teams. The two circle each other before Ryle quickly moves in on Matt and applies a headlock. Ryle wrenches down and the ref moves in to make sure Matt doesn’t want to give up when a loud smack is heard off screen. The camera widens out and we hear boos from the crowd as we see Nick and Robert are missing from the ring apron and the members of Off the Wagon Randy Angel and Kris Quake are standing with chairs in hand.
Magnus: Oh my, Off the Wagon are here at Ascendancy.
The ref looks around confused and moves over to Randy to yell at him and Quake hops up on the apron. Ryle releases the headlock and moves towards Quake and gets nailed with a chair for his trouble. Ryle stumbles back as Quake jumps off the apron as Matt rolls up Ryle. The ref turns from yelling at Randy and notices the pin attempt. He counts to three and Youthful Affluence move on.
[WINNERS: Youthful Affluence Via Roll Up at 07:01]
Magnus: The Jordan’s move on, but I don’t think they are out of the woods yet.
Quake and Randy are in the ring and as Matt gets up and throws his arms up to celebrate he is slammed in the ribs on each side with chairs from Off the Wagon. Matt drops his arms and Quake and Randy nail him again in the head this time. Matt crumbles to the mat. Quake pulls a mic out of the back of his pants and turns to the crowd.
Quake: Last time I was here Rob Arnold got one up on the Monopoly. He is not here now, though, and this isn’t about him or this crap hole of a company. This is about us, Off the Wagon, and our journey to once again holding tag team gold. Next show we will take down Contemporary Twenty Four Hours like we took down both of these loser teams here tonight.
Quake passes the mic to his tag partner who grins and says.
Randy: The Jordan’s might be “winners” tonight, but when it comes to the Gun Show’s XHF Birthday Show they’ll be another victim of Natural Selection.
Randy tosses his mic and we cut away to the entrance video for NLW’s Ascendancy.
"Obey" By Bring Me The Horizon blares out on the PA system and following a panned shot across the arena we cut to the commentary desk.
Dan Simmons: Folks we are just two weeks away from Hostile Intent, and the mood around here is getting feisty to say the least! Thank you for being with us here at NLW once again, as always I am Dan Simmons and with me: Tommy West!
Tommy West: Thanks Simmo! Ladies and gents we have another great show for you, especially now that GUN Show circus has been and gone, seriously, what was that about?
Dan Simmons: Hey now! Play nice partner, these guys are still without a home until their new arena gets finished. Anyway, we have some great matches tonight, our main event you could argue is a preview of sorts for Hostile Intent, as The Goons and The New South get to go at it once again, this time? There's no disqualifications, anything goes...and you just know these four men will stop at nothing to come out on top!
Tommy West: It's going to be carnage! Also, two guys with a chip on their shoulder, El Rey and Scott Hampton go up against The Academy, and also in tag action we have Kai D. Oh and Graham Baker facing Al Jabroni and Joshua Darkwood!
Dan Simmons: Plenty of tag action tonight partner! But first we have two singles matches that will no doubt catch the eye, Savannah Sunshine faces SHIVANI, but coming up first, we have the debut of James Edgebrook, and he faces Joe Blow, but before that, we're hearing that we're going to the General Manager's office!
The feed opens up backstage and in the offices of the NLW General Manager, Gunn is sitting at his desk and filling out some document forms as he prepares for the next pay-per-view in a few weeks time. There’s a gentle knock at his door as it begins to slowly open and appearing on the other side is Jason Long, the Destiny Wrestling Heavyweight Championship wrapped around his waist as he takes a few steps into the room and closes the door behind him.
BB Gunn: Jason, glad to see you. I have to say, I do apologise for what happened two weeks ago, if I had known something like that would happen, I would have stopped it-
Jason Long: It’s totally fine, the apology is accepted.
BB Gunn: Now, what can I do for you, Mr Long?
A sigh comes from The King. Keeping his head lowered before looking back up at Gunn.
Jason Long: Scott Hampton. Savannah Sunshine. Hostile Intent… and I’m the referee?
BB Gunn: Well, yes. I thought it would be a great payback against Hampton,
Jason Long: I understand why- but right now, after what happened two weeks ago, I don’t want that. I want to kick that fucker’s head clean off. I don’t want him facing Savannah again, she’s clearly not safe around him, it’s stupid what you’re doing!
BB Gunn: Hey now, I know you’re a clear legend of the XHF Network, but I know what I’m doing around here and I’m not having someone like you tell me what I can and cannot do. I’m aware you want to face Scott Hampton. I’m aware you want him in a match after what he did, it’s perfectly reasonable.
Jason leans in closer and onto the table.
Jason Long: So what the hell happened? Why haven’t I gotten this match? A show like “Hostile Intent” and this is what you give me?
BB Gunn: -it’s because you need to prove your worth to me. Not pull some radical bullshit. Earn my trust, the last time I made you face talent of mine, you and Raymond both attacked The New South before the show even began and that made me lose some of my trust with you. Prove to me that you can put this match down the middle, call it down the middle and then maybe I might give you that match.
Jason Long: So if I behave, you’ll give me the match, right?
BB Gunn: I’m thinking about it. I might, then again, I might not.
Jason Long: I don’t want you to think about it, I’m demanding the match from you.
Gunn looks up to Jason, a tense look in his eyes, rising out of his chair and coming face to face with The King.
BB Gunn: I don’t work for you. You don’t work for me. You do not demand anything. I’ll think about it and that’s it, if you get the match, I’ll give it to you. If you don’t get the match, then tough fucking shit to you. Now, out of my office, Mr Long. I think we’re both in agreement that security doesn’t need to have yourself ejected from the building now, does it?
Jason looks towards Gunn, and gives him a simple nod before walking out of the room, leaving the feed to fade out to the arena.
”Popular Monster” by Falling in Reverse begins playing as Nathan Parker storms out of the back. He doesn’t stop on the entrance stage as he makes a beeline for the ring with a bottle of rum in hand. He looks rather bedraggled and certainly not in ring clothing. He pauses in the aisle briefly to take a long draught of rum before finishing his trek down to the ring. He seizes the microphone from the ring announcer and only now takes a look around the ring.
Nathan Parker: You people make me fucking sick.
This sets the crowd off and not in a good way as they begin to boo and throw trash at the ring. Nathan takes another drink from his rum and staggers for a moment before speaking again.
Nathan Parker: Just because more of you are coming down to see the show live, doesn’t mean that I should have to find a new fucking place for my home! Security came to try to evict me. Fucking bastards. I sent them packing, but how long before they want to come down and try to send me off again? I got permission to put up my camper that I had transfuckingported all the way from Australia just so I could work for this company.
Nathan takes another long glug of rum and “Aaaahs”, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand that also holds the bottle.
Nathan Parker: More people shouldn’t be coming down to live shows. What the fuck is wrong with yur fucking television or computer, eh? I mean, I have one of those and I use it to watch whatever comes on the satellite dish...sometimes. Still, no good reason to throw me out! Just because my friend, Mick, is a sucker who decided to rent an apartment to be near the show should mean that I should have to as well. Fuck that noise. Hell, if anything, I’m closer to the arena. All you people have to do is come down to my house and get me for the show. Makes it possible for me to come to the ring and fight when someone decides to play sick from cowardice and doesn’t make it in. I mean, I should be booked anyway, but you mother fuckers don’t fucking know what real fucking talent is. I’m the very best at...whatever. It don’t fucking matter what the fuck I’m the fucking best at. Let me get to my fucking point.
Nathan finishes the bottle of rum and smashes it over his own head, driving himself down to one knee. Blood streams from a gash just above his right temple to drip down his chest and to the mat. He manages to stand up again, though he’s a bit wobbly.
Nathan Parker: Fuck. You. I. Will. Not. Move.
With each word yelled, Nathan stomps the mat. He decides that he’s done talking and rolls out of the ring and heading to the back, “Popular Monster” starting to play as he hits the aisle to head to the back.
MATCH TWO
Joe Blow vs James Edgebrook
Edgebrook came to NLW to learn how to sharpen his skills, to improve his standing within the wrestling community, so perhaps it was a little unfair for BB Gunn to start his experience against Joe Blow, a man not really known for elaborate matches, or having much of a skillset…or wanting to wrestle at all. One trait of “The Hobo” that we’d become used to was to actually fancy a fight when he felt he could take advantage of his opponents, be it because of size or ability. Today appeared to be one of those times, no tricks, no attempting to get out of the match, he faced Edgebrook up, offering a test of strength. Edgebrook naively placed a hand to match him, and Blow stuck a boot in his gut for it, before clubbing him with an axe handle smash to drop him to the mat. Joe smirked and grabbed his opponent by the back of the head, dragging him back to his feet, he whipped him to the ropes and went for a big right hand but Edgebrook ducked under, coming back at hitting a cross body. Both men were quick to return to their feet, but Edgebrook was slightly faster and brought Blow back to the floor with a standing dropkick. Once again both men didn’t stay on the mat long and on this occasion Edgebrook hit Blow with a kick to the midsection and followed with a textbook vertical suplex. He covered for a short two count.
It was Edgebrook’s turn to drag Blow back to his feet. He whipped his opponent to the corner and charged at him, hitting a step up knee, he grabbed Blow’s head and looked to come out of the corner with a bulldog, but Blow pushed him away, and when Edgebrook turned he was met with a spear. Blow didn’t cover, he was too pissed off with the fact that he wasn’t having his own way. Instead he picked Edgebrook up and launched him headfirst over the top rope. He rolled out of the ring and stood over the fallen host of The Edge. Blow slowly brought him back to his feet only to whip him to the ring steps, where Edgebrook collapsed into the steel, shoulder first. Edgebrook sat wincing in pain, and Blow rolled back in and out of the ring to break the referee’s ten count. He smirked again, he wanted to cause his opponent some pain, and he ran at Edgebrook, looking to put a knee into his head, but Edgebrook rolled away at the last second, Blow’s momentum saw him connect with the steel and somersault over the steps!
Edgebrook, still favouring his shoulder knew he had to take advantage, scrambled back up and bundled his opponent back in the ring. He stalked Blow as he got back to his feet and hit him with a DDT, making the cover but he would only get a two count. Edgebrook looked gutted, you could see just how much he wanted to win on debut, and so he took to the corner, climbing the top rope for a high impact move. However the risk came, rather than the reward, his elbow drop attempt only connected with the canvas as Blow rolled away. Blow stalked Edgebrook, who slowly got back to his feet and looked like he was going to finish this with the No Effort, but Blow stopped himself, and to everybody in the arena’s surprise grabbed Edgebrook’s damaged arm and took him down into a cross armbar, with nowhere to go, Edgebrook tapped!
[WINNER: Joe Blow Via Cross Armbar at 06:22]
No sooner did the bell ring to signify the match end, Joe Blow was up on his feet, ignoring the referee who wanted to raise his hand, he wanted a microphone from Marty Watts, he straight up demanded it, Watts obliged him and Blow looked directly into the hard camera.
Joe Blow: BB Gunn! I told you what I was going to do today, I told you that afterwards you were going to stay in the back and not give me the apology I demand…no, the apology I deserve. Prove me right Gunn, prove to me that you’re a coward!
Dan Simmons: Folks, I really don’t know how we’ve got to this point, but Blow and Gunn have been at odds for months, I can’t imagine Gunn will come out to confront him.
Blow waits, but there’s no patience.
Joe Blow: Tick tock Gunn, I’m happy to wait, hell, I’ll stay here and hold the show hostage if I have to!
He laughs, pleased how he’s upping the stakes on his terms.
Tommy West: Gunn won’t face him, Joe’s been one step ahead of him all this time and he knows it, he’s probably too embarrassed! Coming out now? He’d only get-
Dan Simmons: Hold that thought partner!
Hold that thought indeed, because the NLW General Manager was out, no music, but flanked by the cheers of the crowd in the Fogleman. His expression looked calm, but you could see something in his eyes, something we’re not used to seeing from him…anger. Blow raises a curious eyebrow, honestly not expecting him to join him in the ring, yet here he was, microphone in hand, staring The Hobo down. Blow shrugged, he’d roll with it.
Joe Blow: Okay, okay, so maybe you’ve finally seen the way, you’re here to ap-
BB Gunn: I’m not here to do anything you want, Joe, so shut your damn mouth.
The crowd cheer, Gunn was riled up, and they loved it!
BB Gunn: For months you have given me headache after headache, hijacking matches, refusing to fight, bullying staff, bringing hookers in the arena, trying to bribe other wrestlers to urinate on the public, I could go on but I really don’t want to. Tonight I’m telling you, no more, it’s over, you’re going to fall in line.
Joe Blow: We both know that’s not going to happen BB, either you release me, or I keep going. One way or another, I will get what I want.
BB Gunn: Despite you thinking you’re always right Joe, this time, you’re wrong. I have a third option.
Gunn smirks. Blow again has a look of intrigue but says nothing.
BB Gunn: At Hostile Intent, you’re going to have a match, a simple one on one match, if you lose, you fall in line, you earn your damn money like all the other guys here. If you win? Well since you think you know how things should be run, you can have my job for two months, and I’ll be your personal assistant.
Blow takes a moment to consider this, but slowly begins to nod.
Joe Blow: Okay, okay sure I’ll play, but only if you tell me who I’ll be facing.
BB Gunn: I figured you’d say that, let me introduce you to him…
He turns and both men look at the entranceway, the crowd hush in anticipation, but instead of entrance music, Gunn turns a hundred and eighty degrees and floors Joe Blow with a right hand!
Dan Simmons: What the hell? The General Manager just clocked Joe Blow!
Blow hits the deck and slides away, shocked, the crowd go mad as the General Manager stands over the retreating Blow.
BB Gunn: You want to push a man till he pushes back? Well consider this me pushing back, you and me Joe, all or nothing!
Tommy West: He’s gone mad! He’s lost it Simmo!
Blow rolls out the ring and looks up at Gunn, anger in his eyes, but the reality of the offer starts to drop, and he nods, and tells Gunn that he’s on!
Dan Simmons: I don’t believe it, Hostile Intent, Joe Blow will face the NLW General Manager…BB Gunn!
MATCH THREE
Savannah Sunshine vs SHIVANI
The match begins with both SHIVANI and Savannah staring down one another, locking up in the middle of the ring with one another as Savannah gains the advantage, pushing SHIVANI back into the corner before releasing the hold--but SHIVANI slaps her across the face and then pushes her down with a boot, she tries to fire off a Penalty Kick but Savannah catches the leg, knocking SHIVANI down onto her stomach and rolling over into a Single Leg Boston Crab. Savannah is in full control here as she takes a seat on SHIVANI’s upper spine, pulling the leg back as far as she can but she pulls too far back and sends herself down onto the floor, giving SHIVANI the chance to grab onto her leg and apply the Ankle Lock, SHIVANI has Savannah trapped but she’s not able to grapevine the leg, Savannah is fighting and kicking away at SHIVANI to break the hold and push her away but SHIVANI’s keeping her grip on Savannah as she goes to grapevine the leg--but Savannah slips free and brings herself back to her feet, and a Jumping Enzuigiri takes down SHIVANI.
Savannah grabs onto SHIVANI’s arm and brings her up to her feet, landing the Superkick and looking to follow up with the German Suplex for Burst Your Bubble but SHIVANI flips out of the German, landing to her feet and grabbing Savannah in a Reverse DDT hold as she lifts her up into the air but Savannah finds her own way of flipping out of the move and into her own Reverse DDT hold, releasing the arm and hitting her own variation of Jason’s “Irish Revolution” Rolling Cutter, spiking SHIVANI’s head into the mat as she goes for the cover but narrowly kicks out before the three count is made. Savannah looks to make it a second time with the Rolling Cutter but SHIVANI scouted it coming, turning it around and going for Getting Away With Murder but the Spinning Impaler didn’t connect, Savannah landed on her feet and ripcords SHIVANI for the Superkick--The End is Near! [Running Double Knee Facebreaker] SHIVANI driving both knees to the jaw of Savannah Sunshine as she falls back down onto the mat.
SHIVANI has the advantage all to herself, looking to get away with murder for a second time as she brings Savannah up to her feet and seeking the Spinning Impaler but Savannah pushes her back and drives her spine-first into the turnbuckles and then hitting the Northern Lights Suplex, shoulders are down and there’s a two count. Just as Savannah is bringing herself back to her feet, her attention is grabbed by someone on the outside of the ring, Scott Hampton making his way down to ringside with a cocky smile on his face. Savannah scowls as she looks onto her opponent at Hostile Intent, but that distraction was enough for a Yakuza Kick from SHIVANI takes her down, The Siren drags her away from the corner and goes to drop her with Born Again [Lifting Reverse STO] and planting Savannah face first into the mat, going for the cover and hooking the leg but she’s able to kick out just before the three count.
Hampton on the outside watches on and leans back against the guard rail, watching SHIVANI trying to pick up Savannah but she’s able to catch her off-guard, driving SHIVANI down to the mat with the Brainfreeze [Twisting Brainbuster] as she goes for the cover, the shoulders are down and another near-fall. Savannah makes her way into the corner and looks for the Satellite DDT but she’s distracted again by Scott Hampton on the outside looking into the ring and right at her. She breaks off the glare and charges in but as she goes over, SHIVANI slips her out of the move and right into The Siren’s Song [Leg Hook Belly-to-Back Suplex Lifted and Dropped Into a Piledriver], dropping Savannah on her head and covering her for the cover and getting the three count.
[WINNER: SHIVANI via The Siren’s Song @ 11:52]
SHIVANI makes her way out of the ring and just walks to the back, not caring for any celebrations as she’s got the job done, just as she’s told it to be. Savannah begins to move in the ring and lifts her head up, and staring right up at Scott Hampton, a smirk on his face. Sunshine brings herself up to her knees and looks up to Hampton as he gets closer and closer to her.
Savannah Sunshine: ...he will hurt you if you put your hands on me.
Hampton laughs in her face as he takes a few steps back, turning his back on Savannah--but then he fires off a Superkick- JASON CAUGHT IT. THE KING HAS ARRIVED AND HE’S STARING RIGHT INTO THE SOUL OF SCOTT HAMPTON, THERE’S A FIRE IN HIS EYES AND HE’S GOT A HOLD OF HAMPTON! SCOTT TURNS PALE UPON SEEING HIM THERE AND HOLDING HIS FOOT!
Jason with the Lariat that takes down Hampton as The Invincible scrambles to his feet, and Jason is going to town on Hampton but security makes their way out to the ring, trying to pull one another apart as Hampton escapes through the bottom ropes and runs to the back. Jason leaps onto the turnbuckles and watches Hampton flee from the ringside area, as “Kingslayer” plays throughout the Avron B Fogelman Arena and fading out to the next segment.
Nathan Parker walks out of the arena with a beer in one hand and a chili dog in the other. He’s still bleeding a little bit, but the stream has slowed to a trickle. He starts walking across the parking lot to head back to his camper with fire in his eyes. He glares at the security guard at the door who is making certain that the people re-entering the building have tickets (they go outside to smoke ya know). The security guard sort of shrinks back away from the angry Nathan Parker.
Nathan Parker: That’s right. Stay the fuck away from me! I’m a mother fucking ticking fucking ass time bomb that could blow up at any fucking moment. So...fuck you!
Nathan glugs like half his beer before giving the chili dog another glance.
Nathan Parker: I didn’t want this shit anyway.
Nathan throws the chili dog to the side, finishes the beer, and throws the cup down to the parking lot to join the downed chili dog. He begins marching toward his camper on the far side of the parking lot.
Nathan Parker: Dumb mother fuckers think that they can send me the fuck away. Fuck them in the mother fucking assholes with fucking barbed wire exploding fucking bats. I’d burn their mother fucking children in front of them if I knew that they mother fucking had children.
Nathan storms across the parking lot, leaving a stream of obscenities behind him like glowing runes for the universe. He gets up to his camper, reaches for the handle to the door, and the camper moves several feet!
Nathan Parker: What the fuck?
Nathan begins to walk to the truck that pulls the camper, but John the security guard sticks his head out through the window. Nathan can see that it’s John primarily for the fact that John never got his nose cleaned up.
John: Mother fucker. You don’t want to move this piece of shit. We’ll do it for you!
Nathan lets out a roar of rage and begins running for the truck cab, but John puts his foot down on the gas. The truck peels out and takes off with the camper in tow. Nathan jumps up and down while shrieking.
Nathan Parker: Come back here, you mother fucker! I’ll fucking kill you! I will END YOU!
MATCH FOUR
Al Jabroni and Joshua Darkwood vs Graham Baker and Kai D. Oh
It’s safe to say that this was a match of strange bedfellows. The high impact, full focus of Joshua Darkwood combined with the whitest guy in any room, facing the definition of old school and a man who believed himself to be a god. Darkwood started the match with Kai D. Oh, and the pair locked up, with the larger Kai having the advantage over Darkwood, hauling him towards the corner where the referee demanded a clean break, Kai gave it, but then surprised Darkwood, grabbing his and tossing him into the middle of the ring in a show of strength. Darkwood got back to his feet, a little surprised, but equally he was impressed. He got back up and again offered a lock up, but instead slipped behind, and with a waistlock applied, he lifted the big man and brought him to the mat in a takedown, seated on top of him he began to ground and pound on the back of his head, forcing Kai to cover up in self defence, trying to not allow the Dark Wolf to get clean shots in. Kai struggled free by forcing a roll, which sent Darkwood away and back to his feet, as the Dragon God got back up, he was met with a combination of forearm strikes and elbows, which pushed him back to the corner where Darkwood tagged Jabroni in. In a show of teamwork, Darkwood told Jabroni to make his way up the turnbuckle, he dragged Kai in a front facelock, and hooked his arm, with a nod to Jabroni he lifted the Dragon God up and they combined for an assisted brainbuster.
Jabroni made the cover but Kai powered out at two. Jabroni knew he couldn’t allow Kai much change to recover, so as Kai was back to one knee he began to put some kicks into his chest, but after two or three Kai grabbed his foot, and after he got back to his feet he send Jabroni in a backflip, impressively Jabroni landed on his feet, but was rewarded with a lariat that once again turned him inside out. Kai tagged Baker in and he wasted no time in punishing Jabroni, who was just starting to get back up, but was almost decapitated from a Bastard Surprise [bicycle big boot]. Baker covered but got a two, even so, it was clear to see that Jabroni was in trouble. Baker, all business, didn’t seem to worry, no sooner as the shoulder went up he was dragging Al back to his feet where he then hooked in and delivered an exploder suplex. Jabroni writhed in pain, and got back to one knee only to eat a buzzsaw kick. The Guillotine made another cover, and got another two.
Baker brought Jabroni back up and whipped him into the ropes, he lowered himself for a back body drop but Jabroni rolled over, and ran to the opposite side, baker spun around and ate a head scissors takedown! Jabroni was spent, he’d taken some hard shots, but he managed to drag himself back to his corner and make the tag to Darkwood. Darkwood ran in and dropped a recovering Baker with a clothesline, he then charged at the corner and clocked kai D. Oh with a big boot which sent him crashing to the floor below. He turned his attention back to Baker, who was staggering back to his feet, he whipped him into the ropes and hit the Pounce [high knee]. Baker somersaulted form the impact and landed on his back, and Darkwood dragged him straight back up, where he hit a piledriver. He made the cover but got a two count.
Darkwood considered his next move, and decided to tag Al Jabroni back in, who had recovered some more and looked ready and waiting in the corner. He once again told Jabroni to climb the top rope, and he lifted Baker up on his shoulders, where they combined for a doomsday device! Jabroni made the cover by Kai D. Oh was back in and broke the pin up, Darkwood and Kai then went at it, trading blows until the were close to the ropes, and Darkwood took a step back before hitting a diving clothesline that sent both men over the top rope. This left jabroni and baker in the ring. Jabroni decided that Baker was prone enough and went back to the top rope, looking for Catch 22, but Baker telegraphed it, and before Jabroni could hit the hurricanrana Baker dropped him with a powerbomb. Baker stumbled back and dropped to one knee, clearing the cobwebs out from the doomsday device, but as Jabroni got back up, using the ropes for leverage he stumbled towards Baker, who made no mistake in nailing him with the Atom Splitter [splash mountain bomb], making the cover and with Darkwood and kai still going at it on the outside, he got the three count!
[WINNERS: Graham Baker and Kai D. Oh Via Atom Splitter at 08:32]
We cut backstage where the Goons are in their locker room, getting set for their main event match. They both look up as a man comes in through the door, it's General Manager BB Gunn. Gunn holds a defensive hand up.
BB Gunn: Don't say anything, I'll make this quick seeing that I'm a busy boy tonight and you're probably more worried about the match you have tonight.
The Goons look at each other and shrug.
BB Gunn: Anyway, I just wanted to inform you, David, that I've finalised your opponents for Hostile Intent, where you'll be defending the Southern States-
David Goon: South Bronx.
BB Gunn: Whatever you say, David. Anyway, you already know that you'll be defending against Beau Traywick and Nathan Parker, but what I can tell you now is that you'll also be defending against Graham Baker, SHIVANI...and El Rey.
He turns to leave but does a double take.
BB Gunn: Oh! Of course, I need to tell you the stipulation! It's not just some boring six way match, nah, that's not the look I want for this Pay Per View! You'll be facing off in a King of the Mountain match.
Ricardo Goon: Bro-
Gunn smirks, but is already heading through the door.
BB Gunn: Good luck tonight gentlemen!
The brothers look at each other, not too impressed at what just went down as we fade out.
Being that Nathan is already at the outskirts of the parking lot, he just continues walking until he gets out into the street that runs by the arena. He stands in the street until a man in a sports car stops within a few inches of running Nathan over. The man rolls his window down and begins to shake his arm out through the window.
Man: What the fuck you doing? Get off the road!
Nathan walks around to the driver’s side window, seizes the man by the arm, reaches in to grab the man by the back of the head, and brings the man’s face to smash it against the steering wheel to make the horn honk. Nathan quickly shifts the car into park, slams the man’s head into the steering wheel again, and opens the car door. He pulls the man out of the car and gets in himself. He shifts the car into drive and takes off after the last direction that he had seen John take his truck and camper.
Nathan Parker: I’m coming for you, mother fucker! You won’t be taking my home and fucking get away with it!
MATCH FIVE
The Academy (Leon Chant and Riley Richards) vs Scott Hampton and El Rey
Leon Chant and Scott Hampton start out the tag match as the legal men. They circle each other as though they’re going to lock up, despite Leon’s clear size advantage, but when they come to center ring, Hampton ducks behind Chant, trying to fake him out, but Leon plants himself when Hampton tries to lift him up. A back elbow creates separation, but when Leon tries to close, Hampton blasts Chant with a European uppercut! It doesn’t have the lead up he usually gets, so Chant doesn’t fall down, and that striking match was only ever going to end with Chant with the momentum. But when Leon lifts Hampton up to try and Powerslam him, El Rey slips into the ring and yanks Hampton down to a chorus of boos. Hampton takes the opportunity to heave Chant up onto his shoulders with a grunt, and though he doesn’t get as much of a spin as he likes, he manages to drop Chant with the Spinning Rack Neckbreaker he calls Immortality. He calls out to the ref, who is trying to usher El Rey out of the ring, but Chant kicks out at two.
Hampton hits a few basement dropkicks to Leon’s head and chest as he tries to get up and to his corner. He gets to within a few inches of Riley’s outstretched hand, but Hampton grabs his ankle and yanks him away. He tries to pull Leon to El Rey’s corner, but Leon rolls over onto his back and kicks himself free from Hampton, who staggers back into his corner. El Rey tags in and tries to rush Leon, but Leon just shoulder thrusts El Rey into his own corner! Riley tags himself in while Chant has El Rey pinned in the corner, and he springboards over the rope and transitions right into a dropkick! He rolls backward down Leon’s back as he goes through the ropes, and as El Rey stumbles forward, Riley snap suplexes him back to the middle of the ring. He goes for a cover, but El Rey kicks out at two. As El Rey tries to get back up, Riley nails him in the thighs and shins with a battery of low kicks, then does another snap suplex, this time landing him near the ropes. Seeing where El Rey landed, Riley rushes the ropes, but as he does the first roll for the St. Paul’s Carnival Special, El Rey springs up, and as Riley plants his feet, El Rey is leaping up and whips Riley through the ropes! Riley goes sprawling to the outside, and as he starts to get up, El Rey charges through the ropes and blasts him with a Suicide Dive! Riley careens back into the barricade, favoring his back, but Leon rushes over to support before El Rey (and Hampton, who also comes to support) can really do some damage.
After a bit of wrangling on the part of the official, Leon and Hampton step back, which lets El Rey roll Riley back into the ring. El Rey goes for a cover, getting only two. Keeping Riley from his corner, he peppers Richards with strikes before one whirls him around, opening him up to nail a cross-arm German suplex! Despite a textbook bridge, Riley kicks out just in time, preventing himself from getting Xed Out. El Rey then tries to finish Riley, but Riley locks his arms around one of El Rey’s legs, so he can’t get them separated for the Society Killer, and after a few seconds of struggling, Riley finds the strength to launch El Rey in a back body drop! The effort causes him to have to lunge forward, but that puts him in range of a tag from Leon Chant! Chant rushes into the ring with the hot tag and lariats El Rey, then lariats Hampton who comes in to try and cool him off! He gives Hampton the Powerslam he owed him from earlier, which clears the ring except for legal men! El Rey has gotten up and tries to ambush Leon, grabbing him with the chancery that leads into Sliced Bread, but Leon charges him forward before he can get set, sandwiching him front-first this time against the buckles! El Rey stumbles back a little, turning lazily around, and as soon as he’s facing Leon, he gets launched into the air and dropped with a huge powerbomb! Riley is still sluggish, but he’s aware enough to put himself between himself and Hampton so Leon can score a three-count!
[WINNER: The Academy via Pop-Up Powerbomb at 14:02]
The camera cuts to the ring where a red carpet has been spread over the canvas and a table has been set up smack-dab in the middle. There's two leather--okay fine, they're probably faux leather office chairs on either side of the table and, most importantly, the contract for the cage match at Hostile Intent is situated on a clipboard. BB Gunn stands at the head of the table, a professional smile upon his lips--and as soon as he knows the camera's on him?
BB Gunn: Ladies and gentlemen, the time has come to make the main event of Hostile Intent official! Introducing first, the challenger, a man who overcame Rebecca Brookes and Big Bone to challenge for the NLW Heavyweight Champion...THE STORMCROW, TOMMY KELLY!
As the opening sounds of 'Born of A Broken Man' hit the speakers, the fans cheer as the underdog in this game comes out from the gorilla position. Tommy Kelly walks out onto the stage to a round of cheers, definitely becoming the face the fans want to see. He walks to the ring and circles it to give a jogging round of high fives to fans at ringside before rolling onto the apron.
BB Gunn: And now, the woman who will be defending the title at Hostile Intent. Please help me welcome our reigning NLW Heavyweight Champion... ELI DRESDEN!
'Untouchable' hits the sound system... and the crowd comes positively unglued with cheers as Eli Dresden emerges from behind the curtain, Hyperion's trident in hand and the NLW Heavyweight Championship around her waist. Making her way down the ramp, she's all mischievous smirks as she slaps the hands of the fans before she speeds up and slides into the ring on her stomach. Rolling onto her back and kipping up, Eli's smirk fades a little along with her entrance music, the tension between challenger and champion obvious as it sets in. After waiting for a moment to see if either competitor takes a seat--they don't--BB Gunn clears his throat.
BB Gunn: Now, before we get down to the business of signing this contract, I think the fans would like to hear from you two...let's go with the challenger first, shall we?
And with that, Gunn hands the mic to the StormCrow. He lifts the microphone to speak, but is met with a wave of cheers and chanting.
STORM-CROW!
STORM-CROW!
STORM-CROW!
Pausing, it looks like the fans love and support starts to get to him, as he needs to swallow a frog from his throat.
Kelly: Wow, what can I say to that... you guys...
More cheers and chanting and Tommy starts to get into it, ushering them on much to the bemusement of Eli Dresden.
Kelly: If you told me I would be standing in this ring, undefeated in Next Level Wrestling and about to take on the revered Eli Dresden for her belt, well... I'd have said to give me back me whiskey bottle! I'm sure a lot of you are glad to see me here, standing tall and flying on all those wins. But many more are probably spitting on my name... look, what can I say, I didn't expect to be here. I Didn't expect to be your number one contender.
He lowers the microphone for a moment, thinking on his words.
Kelly: But then again nobody saw me as the AXW Champion, but I fuckin' did it. And then the European Title, that shut them all up. Twice, I won that fuckin' belt! And here I am standing before the mighty Eli, the woman who put down me ol' buddy Hyperion even... all I can say to that is, well... this is a fight I've been waiting for!
As the fans cheer, Tommy casually tosses the microphone back to BB Gunn, and raises his arms to the fans to get them going some more. Gunn catches the mic with a little bit of fumbling, pleased both at the fire Kelly has displayed and the fans' reaction to him. Turning to the champion, BB smiles.
Gunn: And now... the champion. Eli, it's all yours.
Dresden accepts the mic--and even before she attempts to bring it to her lips? The fans are chanting for her much the same as they did for Kelly, if not moreso. Who earns the louder ovation is up to personal opinion, though if one looks at Eli?
DRES-DEN!
DRES-DEN!
DRES-DEN!
She clearly thinks the fans are more behind her than they are her challenger, and that suits her just fine. A good-natured chuckle leaves the champion's lips.
Dresden: Revered? Mighty? Shit, it's like you're hopin' to flatter me into not beatin' your ass or somethin'! Not like it'd work, but hey--nice effort. Really. I also never thought the day would come where a guy who's won multiple championships and is coming into our match on an undefeated streak would be trying to paint himself as the underdog, but...
Trailing off, Dresden shrugs.
Dresden: If that's what you gotta do to try to take care of your whiskey dick--
A look from BB Gunn and Eli clears her throat, ignoring how Tommy's just as amused at her turn of phrase as she is. Similar sense of humor? More likely than you think.
Dresden: Sorry, your... performance anxiety, then go right on ahead. It's not gonna make a difference, though, because while you're over there tryin' to play the part of the guy who has everything to prove? I'm the one that's living it, and if you think that you can fake your way into taking your place at the top of the mountain?
A sidelong glance toward the physical embodiment of how said false god was defeated by the blond and she's smirking, a step forward taken as she unflinchingly meets Tommy's gaze.
Dresden: Go ask your fake god of a friend about how well it went for him.
And with that, the champion is not-so-gently placing that mic against Gunn's chest. Tommy Kelly's smirking himself, having clearly been expecting Eli Dresden's infamous sharp tongue... but there's tension in his frame that wasn't there before. For his part, NLW's GM is quick to clear his throat and intervene before things blow up.
Gunn: Right, so having heard from both of you, it's time to make this official. I trust you both know what happens next.
Picking up the clipboard and one of the pens, he offers the contract to Tommy first who spins the pen in his fingers like a drumstick in a clear attempt to mess with Eli's head before signing with a flourish. After taking the pen and clipboard back, Gunn goes to extend both to Dresden. While she takes the contract itself, she whips out her own pen from... somewhere to sign before it is returned to BB's care. A quick check-over to ensure business is taken care of before Gunn nods to himself.
Gunn: And it's all set. In two weeks time, Eli Dresden will be defending the NLW Heavyweight Championship against Tommy Kelly in the main event of Hostile Intent in a steel cage match! I wish the both of you luck.
Tommy Kelly thumbs down as he gestures at Eli, trying to get the crowd to boo her and cheer him. As Eli rolls her eyes, it's BB's turn to look faintly mischievous. Now that the paperwork's done, after all, he's now free to do what a promoter does best.
Gunn: Now... how about we seal the deal with a handshake?
Namely? Stir the pot a little. Dresden is the first to stick her hand out, smirking as she says something the mic doesn't pick up. Kelly takes the offered hand, his lips moving as he responds--and whatever he says has the champion pulling him closer, that smirk almost turning into a snarl as the exchange between them grows heated! Ultimately, though, no blows are thrown thanks to Gunn's verbal intervention, a faint 'Save it for the steel cage!' picked up before the pair release their hold upon one another's hand. As Gunn steps between Kelly and Dresden to ensure nothing physical happens, Eli's unstrapping her title and thrusting it skyward, the gesture obvious in its intent... but Tommy's not backing down. If anything, as the camera cuts elsewhere? It's obvious that his resolve to make Eli Dresden a paper champion is stronger than ever.
“Graveyard Blues” by John Lee Hooker begins to play over the speakers in the arena and the tron reads New South. Suddenly, steady beeping can be heard and a Uhaul van begins backing up from the entrance towards the ring. Waylon Kirk can be seen behind the wheel and sitting on top with legs hanging off of the back and a 2x4 over his shoulder is Beau Traywick.
The van gets to the ring and stops. Beau Traywick lowers himself to the floor then opens the back doors and Waylon Kirk comes out holding a lead pipe in one hand and has a trash can full of weapons slung over his shoulder. Both men, dressed in jeans and black tank tops throw their weapons in to the ring and climb in.
MAIN EVENT - MATCH SIX
No Disqualification Match
The Goons (David and Ricardo Goon) vs The New South (Beau Traywick and Waylon Kirk)
The bell rings and all four men begin to throw fists at one another, they’re just hammering away at one another, they’re just out for blood, the fight for their lives right now. Beau Traywick going after Ricardo Goon and Waylon Kirk going after David Goon. The Goons fire off a pair of Tandem Superkicks but The New South ducked it, firing off their own Tandem Superkicks and it connects on the jaws of The Goons, they fall back into the ropes and Double Dropkicks knocks The New South out of the ring. The Goons look to fall back against the ropes and charge into the ropes, looking to fly--but The New South have chairs in their hands and swings for the heads of The Goons! David and Ricardo are hung up on the ropes as Waylon climbs onto the apron and kicks Ricardo off of the ropes. Traywick climbs onto the apron and Kirk grabs onto David, bringing him out onto the apron, looking for the Big, Bad, and Quick- but Ricardo leaps over the ropes and sends Traywick down onto the floor with a Hurricanrana! David slips free, goes behind Kirk and drops him down onto his neck with the Full Nelson Suplex!
The Goons go BRRRRR and are ready to kill, pulling out a table from underneath the ring, and then another table that stacks onto the first table, and The Goons looking to make The New South crash through them. The Goons enter the ring, and The New South pounce! Attacking The Goons with whatever they can throw at them, Irish Whip from Kirk to David and the Goon flips over as Kirk charges in with the Knee, David goes for the Full Nelson Suplex again but Kirk fights out of it, Goon turns around and is met with a Superkick right on the jaw and a German Suplex right down onto the mat. Traywick, on the other hand, is struggling with Ricardo on the outside. The crazed Goon is landing those Mongolian Chops right onto the chest of Traywick, sending him into the guard rail and then Lariating him over and into the fans. Ricardo takes a few steps back and charges in, launching himself over the railing and into the crowd, onto Traywick, knocking them all down! Ricardo looks into the ring and sees his brother down, Kirk standing over David. Ricardo runs into the ring and lands a Shotgun Dropkick right into the chest of Kirk, sending him back into the corner. Corner Splash from Ricardo in the corner and following up with the Dragon Suplex!
The pure strength of Ricardo Goon is shown as he deadlifts Kirk into the air and back down with a HUGE Powerslam but Traywick comes back in with an aerial Springboard Dropkick that sends Ricardo outside of the ring. David begins to move and slowly gets back to his feet, seeing Traywick in the middle of the ring and staring at one another--but then the two are hammering away with the fists, the two who’ll meet at Hostile Intent with four other men are going at it and just fighting away with one another but Kirk comes from the side with the Jumping Knee Strike and then landing the Sit-Out Side Slam before Traywick comes from out of the corner with the Standing Shooting Star Press. The Bless Your Heart connects as Traywick hooks the legs and--a close two count for Traywick on David.
Ricardo comes back in and takes them down both with the clotheslines, they both quickly get back to their feet as Ricardo turns around, Spinning Backfist for Kirk and a Short Arm Lariat for Traywick. David soon makes his way back to his feet and catches the Superkick onto Waylon’s jaw, and then another for Traywick, and then another for Kirk, and another for Beau. Kirk is sent out of the ring with a WILD Lariat from Ricardo as he comes back to life and The Goons are left with Traywick as they look out to the outside and see the tables stacked onto one another, and their plan is clear. Ricardo begins to bring Traywick to the outside and onto the apron, Ricardo taps the side of his head as he goes to pick up Traywick in the Powerbomb lift- but Kirk comes back into the ring and tries to take David out but Kirk goes down from a kick right between the legs. David and Ricardo nod to one another as Traywick is lifted into the Powerbomb position and his back turned to the tables as he watches David run to the ropes, springing onto the ropes and catching him with the Blockbuster -- ETHER THROUGH THE STACKED TABLES!! THE POWERBOMB AND BLOCKBUSTER COMBINATION!
There’s a large amount of carnage on the outside of the ring, everyone crashed and burned with the Powerbomb and Blockbuster Combination, the only man still standing is Ricardo Goon and inside the ring is Waylon Kirk. The two meet in the middle of the ring and Kirk fires off the Superkick, but Ricardo answers back with the Backfist, Kirk fires off the Bicycle Kick and Ricardo answers back again with the HUGE Lariat that turns Kirk inside out. Ricardo brings himself to his feet and brings Kirk back up to his feet, whipping him into the ropes and going for the Pop Up Powerbomb but Kirk counters with the Canadian Destroyer! David came off the ropes… CIELO ALTO! KNEES UP! KNEES UP! Kirk brings David to his feet and DRIVES David’s head into the mat with the Tornado DDT! Kirk makes his way to the outside and drags Traywick into the ring, Kirk bringing David back to his feet again and into the Piledriver lift, Traywick with the Superkick… BIG, BAD, AND QUICK! TRAYWICK COVERS! ONE! TWO!! THREE!!! TRAYWICK PINS THE SOUTH BRONX CHAMPION! ADVANTAGE TO THE NEW SOUTH HEADING INTO HOSTILE INTENT!
[WINNER: The New South via Big, Bad, and Quick @ 26:29]
The bell is called as The New South’s theme is played, Traywick rolls off of David Goon and now they can’t place a finger on one another until the pay-per-view. Soon, they’re caught from behind by SHIVANI and The Siren’s Song to Traywick, but Kirk boots her away with the Superkick. The New South weren’t allowing their chances of a good night to be ruined- EL REY FROM BEHIND! SOCIETY KILLER! Kirk is down and El Rey, still annoyed with the loss earlier tonight, is looking to finish and capitalise on the moment. He’s got Traywick up, and down with the Society Killer! The New South has been taken down by El Rey.
Dan Simmons: A message directly sent to everyone in this match, everyone’s going to be going through the ringer with what everyone’s bringing to the table. El Rey, however, is the man with the clear advantage tonight- WAIT A SECOND!
David Goon is back to his feet, a Superkick right onto the jaw of El Rey and it knocks him down onto the mat. David begins to climb all the way up to the top, soaring through the air with Cielo Alto! The Leaping Frog Splash down onto El Rey and the South Bronx Champion has stood above them all tonight, grabbing his championship and raising it up into the air--HALF! LIFE! BOMBER! GRAHAM BAKER FROM OUT OF NOWHERE WITH THE PUMPING BOMBER LARIAT AND THE CHAMPION HAS BEEN LAID OUT CLEANLY! Baker grabs onto the championship and looks down onto it, ripping off the tape and raising the championship up high into the air as the crowd begins to cheer loudly.
Tommy West: Tonight was a night full of mayhem, and this main event proved to be full of it, but at the end of it all, it’s Graham Baker with the championship… Not the South Bronx… but the SOUTHERN STATES CHAMPIONSHIP high in the air!
Dan Simmons: A closing moment, a closing statement, a forceful message sent to EVERYONE right now. The Gaijin Kaiju is on the prowl and looking for championship gold, he’ll take anyone’s head to make sure it’s his.
Tommy West: But for Dan, I’m Tommy West and we’ll see you in two weeks for Hostile Intent! Good night everyone!
The final shot is of Graham Baker placing the championship down onto the chest of David Goon and heading to the back, the feed soon fading to black.
The show is over. The audience and even the staff have gone home. The only thing going on is the lone security guard walking around the arena on the inside.
Everything is quiet.
A car bursts through the entrance stage, plowing down the aisle, and smashes into the wrestling ring that hadn’t been taken down yet.
The car is ruined, totally smashed up. The car door opens up and Nathan Parker staggers out. He looks around with drunken eyes, another gash on his forehead from where he bashed his face against the steering wheel.
Nathan Parker: This isn’t where my house is!
Guard: Hey! Stay right there!
Nathan Parker: Aaahh fuck!
Nathan takes off running, but slams into the security railing, flips over it, and lands on his head. He groans in pain while the security guard catches up to him and kneels by him.
Guard: Mother fucking stay still!
Nathan Parker: Am I in trouble?
Guard: You know it. Calling the cops now.
Nathan lays his head back down on the floor.
Nathan Parker: Fuuuuuck!
