NFW Presents: ASCENSION II 04/20/2021!

Roger Arden: And now, fans, it is time for our main event of the evening!

And the fans packing the Collision Center are as amped as humanly possible! Perhaps even more so! There’s plenty of pro-Damon sentiment going around, but Sativa’s fans are vocal on the same level, the roars for their favorites dueling against one another! The fans keep pouring it on as cameras cut briefly to the announce table, getting the thoughts of Nick Hanson and Jim Reynolds.

Nick Hanson: And here we are at last, fans! After months of back and forth, both verbal and physical, in front of the cameras and all over social media, it is time for the rematch three months in the making!

Jim Reynolds: You mean the second time in a row that Sativa Neveah, our illustrious World Heavyweight Champion, embarrasses Damon Cross and puts him in his place for good, right?

Nick Hanson: I said what I said, Jim! And considering what Damon has fought through to reach this match, I would not bet against him!

Jim Reynolds: Facts are facts, Nicky. Sativa is the most dominant champion NFW has ever had, including Trauma. She’s a three-time champion with a record-setting reign. Damon is a punk who got lucky after Luthor had a fit. He got his two weeks of glory and, yes, he beat Anton Crowley for the benefit of Collision, but that’s over now. Tonight, he’s just another victim.

Nick Hanson: The odds ARE stacked against him. He chose a match destined to be violent, after facing five opponents in one night just to get the shot and eating a beatdown from the champ immediately after.

Jim Reynolds: See? Nothing beats logic. And logic says that Damon Cross not only loses tonight, but never gets another shot at the belt as long as Sativa is champion. And we BOTH know how long that could be!

Nick has no response for this as the cameras turn to the stage. The arena goes dark for several moments as low, grinding music starts to play through the sound system. The screen goes dark as well for several moments in the midst of this as the music becomes more potent. Images appear on the screen then, that of an army atop a hill, preparing to charge down. The screen itself starts to lower, the silhouette of a man appearing, his back to the ramp, staring down the ‘invading army’ and drawing a sword as if to challenge them alone. The remixed “Bastard” by Ramin Djawadi kicks up another notch, the army looking as though it’s about to leap off the screen before it all goes dark.

A spotlight shines down on the stage, showing a familiar form in a heavy, fur-lined cloak. Damon Cross holds the drawn sword into the air as, coming up on his right side, is Danni Anderson, her red hair wild, dressed like a wildling huntress. And on his other side, a white wolf… upon his shoulder, a raven. ‘Snow’ starts to fall on the stage as words melt into view on the screen above the group:


Damon lowers the blade and “Bastard” fades out, the spotlight goes out again. A few moments later, booming pyro goes off along the rim of the stage, coinciding with “Rise” by State of Mine kicking off hard at the first chorus, lighting up the arena anew!


Damon and Danni have thrown off their entrance attire, Damon coming to the ring in white gear this evening while Danni is in a deep red. They have the fans on their side for sure at this point after that display. Damon takes Danni’s hand and leads her up the steps, holding the ropes for her before entering himself.


She stands with him a moment as he gestures to the fans, but it is only for a moment: Damon is locked in on the battle to come. He assists Danni in leaving the ring, the young lady remaining at ringside to support him as he turns his gaze on the stage.

Jim Reynolds: Fuckin’ show-off.

Nick Hanson: You’re just mad that he’s more awesome than you’ll ever be. None of that, however, can mask just how intense Damon looks tonight. He definitely wants a piece of the champion.

Jim Reynolds: Doesn’t everyone? Damon lucked out against Sativa once… ONCE… but that will not happen again.

Nick Hanson: And was it luck that took him past the Kingdom to get this match in the first place? Or his win over Tren Descarrilado? Got any excuses for those?

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, dumb luck. Some people are made to rule, Nicky, and Sativa is one of them. Damon had better cherish this moment, because tonight is the last time he’ll get this close to the title for a long while.

The arena goes black and the video screen comes to life. It shows an open duffle bag sitting on a table. The sound of someone walking and moving around fills the arena. Suddenly various weapons start getting tossed into the bag. Brass knuckles, switchblades, larger rigid blade knives. A pair of feminine hands hold the bag open and work a baseball bat into it. More small, single-handed weapons of various lethality, minus firearms and explosives, are added to the bag. Those same hands zip up the bag and it is lifted up. The camera follows from the bag’s “perspective.” The bag is dumped into the trunk of a vehicle and the scene goes black.



The arena lights rais at the entrance stage as the intro to “X Gon Give It To Ya” by DMX Starts up. As it does a taxi pulls onto the stage. Out of the back of the taxi climbs Tren Descarrilado dressed up like Colossus, then comes Lana Corvin dressed up like Negasonic Teenage Warhead, and the last out of the back of the taxi is Jamie Emmerson dressed up like Yukio. From the front passenger door steps Sativa Nevaeh. Her ring gear colored and styled similar to Deadpool’s outfit. She pulls on a Deadpool mask and closes the door. The group stand together before heading towards the ring.


The music pauses as Lana stops Sativa. The group stops as Sativa looks at Lana.

Lana Corvin: Didn’t you have a bag full of weapons?

Sativa looks around and then turns to look up at the now-empty stage. She turns back towards the ring and screams.

Sativa Nevaeh: FUCK!

She sighs and shakes her head.

Sativa Nevaeh: Gotta do this old school. Fuck it. Time to make the chimmie-fucking-changas!

The music picks back up and the group resumes their walk.


The group makes it to ringside and Tren lifts Sativa up onto the apron. She turns and nods to Tren. The trio then head back up the ramp as Sativa climbs into the ring. She saunters around the ring, The NFW World Heavyweight Championship slung over her shoulder. She climbs a turnbuckle and raises her arms up.


She pulls the Deadpool mask off and tosses it out at the crowd.

Roger Arden: Standing five feet and seven inches tall, weighing in at one hundred and twenty seven pounds. She is the NFW World Heavyweight Champion, SATIVA NEVAEEEEEEEEEH!!!

Sativa drops from the turnbuckle and hands the title off to the ref. She stands in her corner rolling her neck and shaking out her hands and feet.

Nick Hanson: Something you were saying about showing off?

Jim Reynolds: Please. There’s no comparison. Sativa’s all class and Damon is a pretender. He tried to show her up and failed. A sign of things to come.

Nick Hanson: I doubt it will be as simple as all that. Regardless, both of these stars just made a hell of an entrance, but now… now it’s time for action! Take it away, Roger Arden!

The intrepid ring announcer has the microphone, standing back from the champion and challenger, who have a referee between them barely able to keep any sort of peace!

Roger Arden: This is a Three Stages of Hell Match, and it is for the NFW World Heavyweight Championship!

At that being said, Sativa holds the belt up in Damon’s face, trying to taunt him with it. Somehow Cross doesn’t lash out, but it is clear that he is angry at this point… which makes Sativa all the more amused!

Roger Arden: The rules are simple: each fall has a different stipulation and the first wrestler to win two falls will be declared the NFW World Heavyweight Champion! The first fall will be... Submission! The second… Falls Count Anywhere! And, if there is a need for a third fall?

He gestures upwards, and soon every eye in the arena is focused there.

Roger Arden: It will take place in a weapon-loaded steel cage! Now… introducing first… the challenger! Accompanied to the ring by Danni Anderson, from the French Quarter and weighing in at 224 pounds… the Redeemer… DAMON CROSS!

The fans cheer ravenously for the challenger, who acknowledges their support but keeps his eyes on Sativa.

Roger Arden: And the champion… representing the Kingdom, from Los Angeles, California and weighing in at 127 pounds… she is the reigning and defending NFW World Heavyweight Champion… The Ganja Goddess… SATIVA NEVEAH!

Sativa, though she gets support, likewise keeps her eyes on Cross, still taunting him with the gold and leather over her shoulder.

Jim Reynolds: Now I almost hope it goes three falls so Sativa can polish this joker off in style!

Nick Hanson: It’s very telling that Damon made the first fall a match type that’s one of his specialties! The Father’s Sin has won him many a match here in NFW and if he can lock that on-

Jim Reynolds: Big fucking ‘if’ there, pal! Damon is good, I’ll give him that. Hell, I’d say he’s DAMN good. But he ain’t on Sativa’s level. Period.

Nick Hanson: We’re going to find out whether that’s true or not very soon!

The jaw-jacking keeps on coming from Sativa but Damon is locked in. He only has eyes for the title. Danni cheers him on from the outside, but even that seems to sail past the Redeemer. Sativa finally hands the belt over to the referee, who holds it up high… and then hands it off before calling for the bell!


Roger Arden barely has time to leave the ring before Damon launches himself at Sativa, actually catching her by surprise when he bull-rushes her into the corner, slamming his shoulder several times into her midsection. The champion fights back with some clubbing shots, but as the air is forced from her they slow down. Grabbing Sativa around the waist, Damon pops his hips and sends her flying over his head with a Greco-Roman throw, the champ rolling out of the ring and kicking the steps in frustration at the hot start from the challenger! She plays it to her advantage, though, faking a roll back into the ring before rolling out again when Damon approaches, frustrating the challenger! Damon finally backs off long enough for Sativa to roll into the ring, but as soon as he tries to go on the attack, Sativa leans in between the ropes, forcing the referee to back Cross off!

Jim Reynolds: See, Nick? Sativa has Damon right where she wants him: at a distance and too angry to think straight!

Nick Hanson: The champion is certainly playing the rules to her advantage, but I don’t know if it’s a good idea to antagonize the challenger like that...

Jim Reynolds: What, is he gonna make some mad tweets or something?

From the outside, Danni yells something that gets Sativa’s attention, though it is unclear if she was even yelling at the champion or not. Damon, however, is quick to take advantage of the moment, grabbing Sativa by the head and hurling her into the ring again! The champ comes up to her feet in a hurry, though, and boots Damon close to the belt line when he charges in. From there, she spikes him with a DDT and tries to twist him into a front guillotine. Damon forces his way free and blasts Sativa with a headbutt before trying to wrap her in a rear naked choke, but she quickly gets to the ropes before he can cinch it in. The champion rolls out of the ring again, but this time the champion follows before his path is blocked, whipping Sativa around and blasting her with a few hard chops. Sativa fires back with a thumb to the eye, then a jumping knee that catches Damon under the chin. Rocked, much to Danni’s displeasure, Damon is whipped like a rocket into the steps before Sativa hurls him back into the ring!

Nick Hanson: Challenger’s on the ropes here, fans, but he just keeps on coming!

That he does, first by shoving Sativa back, then by darting under her roundhouse kick and turning around to send a Yakuza kick toward her jaw! The champion moves aside and Damon gets hung up on the ropes, allowing Sativa to hit Nerf This! and leave the challenger unsteady! He frees his leg, but Sativa is right there to try and put Damon away early, driving him to the mat face-first with a reverse STO, locking on Nighty Night!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, right into Sativa’s clutches! Squeeze him, champ! Make that punk tap!

Nick Hanson: That clutch is dangerous and Sativa has it fully locked in! She’s yelling at him to tap!

Jim Reynolds: Sound advice!

Advice that Damon is determined to ignore. Having little in the way of options, his face reddening from reduced air and the pressure of Sativa’s grip, Damon starts forcing his way up through sheer strength! At first it looks like he means to stand with Sativa still latched on, but instead Cross powers his way forward to the ropes, grabbing them and drawing the break! Sativa holds on a few more seconds to rub it in before letting go, irritating the fans and Danni on the outside. She flings a rude comment toward Damon’s fiancee and Cross reaches up around her thigh, yanking her backwards into a roll-up! There are no pins in a Submission Match, but Sativa still reacts reflexively, kicking out and rolling to her feet. She flings a backfist at Damon, who ducks it and steps in for a German suplex… but Sativa reverses into the Order 66! Before the crowd can yell it out, Damon forces his way down and snapmares Sativa to the mat! She rolls up, ducks a clothesline and leaps into a Got ‘Em… but Damon throws her off! The challenger tries for a Dragonfire DDT but Sativa breaks out and hits a codebreaker, rocking Damon! Up to the top she goes, aiming a missile dropkick at the head of the challenger! STruck, Damon falls and rolls back, coming up to his feet but still damages! Sativa rushes in and Damon sweeps her up for a White Thunder Bomb but the champion spins loose and tries for the Nighty Night again, but Damon elbows his way out, snatches Sativa in his grip and locks on Father’s Sin!

Nick Hanson: An incredible exchange ends with Damon’s submission locked in! If he can take this first fall-

Jim Reynolds: Again: big ass if, Nicky! Come on, Sativa! You can break out of this! You’re the champ!

Nick Hanson: Not that she isn’t trying, but Cross has it locked in tight in the middle of the ring! The champ looks like she’s fading!

The champ flails a bit, reaching around to try and get hold of something on Damon to force a break… but every time she gets close he jerks her around like a rag doll! Sativa, out of options, brings a leg back and kicks Damon in the right knee! The same knee worked on so furiously in the gauntlet match two weeks ago, much to the challenger’s chagrin! The first blow hurts him, and the second makes him weaken his grip enough so that the champion can get out of the submission! She throws a hard kick to the right leg and Damon swings in response, catching Sativa with a desperation right hand! She’s rocked, but not so much that she doesn’t come right back to fire away on that leg! Damon shoves her into the ropes and tries another Yakuza kick, but Sativa catches the leg and hits a dragon screw leg whip, bringing Cross down hard so that she can clamp on a knee bar, the transition nothing short of fluid!

Jim Reynolds: Hah! See, that’s how a thinking wrestler operates, Nick! Sativa always has a plan! Damon should have known better!

Nick Hanson: She’s really doing a number on that leg, too...

The lock isn’t enough for Sativa; she pounds away on the leg with fists and elbows, Damon’s every attempt to get free ended by the champion wrenching harder on the damaged joint. Eventually Cross catches her with a few right hands, but Sativa’s response is to switch out of the knee bar and into an ankle lock! Sativa wrenches with all she has, but starts giving ground when Damon tries to power his way to the ropes! The champion tries to pull him back, but the Redeemer turns and kicks her away with his good leg, needing two hits to move her. Sativa falls back against the ropes, giving Damon just enough time to get to his feet, but when he tries to put weight on the leg, it gives out and he goes to a knee, wincing in pain. Danni’s face tells the tale, but to Sativa the story is a beautiful one. She bounds to the ropes, hits another missile dropkick to the kneeling Damon and grabs him by that leg, dragging him to the middle of the ring, dropping a pair of elbows on it before twisting him into another ankle lock!

Jim Reynolds: Sativa has him now, Nick! You can’t give someone like the champion an opening and now she’s gonna tear that leg off and beat Cross down with it!

Nick Hanson: This is bad! Neither of these two want to be the first one to give up a fall, but Damon… I almost feel like he should tap out to this and save himself for the rest of the other falls!

Jim Reynolds: He can barely stand already! Sure, it’d be smart, but I think the whole thing is over if he can’t even stand and fight like a man!

As with before, Damon tries to fight his way out of the hold, but Sativa is wise to it this time, maintaining her grip. When Damon tries to twist and fling her off, the champion responds by dropping down and grapevining the leg! The pain is at a point where Damon is audible with his expression of suffering… but he still tries to pull himself to the ropes as he had previously in the match! Sativa throws all she has into keeping him from it… but the challenger gets a fingertip on it… then two… before the champion wrenches back even more fiercely, taking them back a few inches! Damon is almost pulling his hair out at the pain, his hand hovering over the canvas as he tries to force himself to stay in it!

Nick Hanson: Good God, just tap already! Don’t throw the whole match for pride!

Jim Reynolds: The guy has guts… more than he does brains! For once, Nicky, I’m with you! Tap, Damon! Otherwise your slim chances go to zero!

Having had enough, Sativa gets back up and yells something at Damon. Danni is pleading for him to not give up. Damon… is too into the pain to react much. After going WAY old school with a spinning toe hold on Cross, Sativa sets and flings herself back into another grapevine ankle lock! Damon, biting his own hand so hard it bleeds in an effort to stave off the pain, finally gives in and slaps the mat, making the referee call for the bell!

Roger Arden: And the winner of the first fall… SATIVA NEVEAH!

The champion scoots back toward the ropes, a little bit out of breath after having had to yank on Damon’s leg for so long to force a tap. But even then, Cross is in far worse shape. He clutches his leg as he sits up, gritting his teeth and trying to pound some feeling back into his damaged wheel. Sativa, upon watching this for a moment, starts to laugh to herself while Danni, on the outside, is almost in tears!

Nick Hanson: This is bad. Damon… Damon might have screwed himself out of winning this match, Jim!

Jim Reynolds: He’s a big boy. He knows what he did. And it looks like his minute to reflect on his sins is almost up!

A few moments later, before Nick can ask what Jim means, the bell tolls-


-and it’s time for the second fall! Sativa rolls out of the ring and comes around to the other side. Danni quickly moves out of the way, albeit with some reluctance, as Sativa reaches through the ropes and grabs Damon by the head, yanking him out of the ring and to the floor! She puts the boots to him, shooting looks at Danni as though daring her to do something about it! However, after a fashion, Danni stops cowering and starts walking up to Sativa, hands balled into fists like she wants to fight herself! Sativa, half-amused by this, motions for Danni to come take a shot!

Nick Hanson: Don’t do it, Danni...

Jim Reynolds: Oh, she thinks she’s still a scrapper, does she? Has to fight her man’s battles for him? Nothing between you two but air and opportunity, Danni! Take a shot!

Nick Hanson: After what Sativa has already done to her physically and emotionally, I’m surprised Danni is even getting close to her! But… not here, Danni!

Danni takes another step, holding her fists up like she’s ready to square up. Sativa’s smile leaves her face and she reaches out and grabs Danni by the wrist, wrenching tight on it as she twists the arm, causing most of the fight to go out of the former World Heavyweight Champion in a hurry! Damon, unsteadily on his feet by this point, lunges past Danni and right into Sativa, forcing her to let go and driving her back-first into the ring post! Stunned, Sativa is trying to shake off what just happened as Damon, reaching for the ring, grabs his cane from under the turnbuckles. Hobbling, he squares up and swings for the fences, with the champion ducking at the last possible moment! The metal head of the cane snaps off and goes flying, leaving Damon with jagged wood, the champion having been a moment away from a concussive strike! She kicks the knee from beneath Cross, then drives a knee into his head before hitting a Standing Shooting Star Press for a two-count on the floor!

Jim Reynolds: Maybe now Danni will learn how dangerous it is at ringside! She was the one who begged Damon to let her be at his side, after all!

Nick Hanson: Get off her case, Jim! Wouldn’t you step in if someone you cared about was being done that way?!

Jim Reynolds: I ain’t no helicopter papa! Sink or swim, bitch!

Damon throws the shoulder up hard to break things, with Sativa then grabbing him by the hair and dragging him to the steps, bouncing his head off them before Irish-whipping him into the steel, sending him flying over it as his knee collides with the metal. With no rules to speak of in this portion of the match, Sativa is clearly in her element. Damon is still on his hands and knees when Sativa strolls around to the other side of the ring. She spots him, smirks, and backs off a few steps, towards the barricade. She hops to the top of it and runs along it, leaping at a Cross who just got to his feet! Sativa leaps… and Damon catches her! Chucking her with another Greco-Roman throw, the challenger manages to land her against the barricade on the other side, the impact knocking some of the fight out of the champ! Damon cannot capitalize immediately with his knee being what it is, though he’s still able to make it to Sativa before she can retort, smashing her with another headbutt, then whipping her into the ring post! Trying to get the adrenaline going, Damon grabs Sativa as she stumbles forward and hits a snap suplex on the bottom of the ramp!

Nick Hanson: The challenger is starting to come alive, Jim! Maybe he’s still got a shot!

Jim Reynolds: I know you wanna hope for him, but be real here: adrenaline won’t last forever. And he can’t hide that kind of pain. Not from Sativa. Not from himself, either.

Nick Hanson: He’s survived worse, you know.

Jim Reynolds: Not in a wrestling match, he hasn’t.

The match degenerates as Damon limps toward Sativa again, the champion back on her feet in time to answer his right hand with one of her own. Now it’s a brawl, with both champion and challenger tossing haymakers as they make their way inexorably up the ramp towards the backstage area. Through the curtains, they run into a few of the lesser members of the crew, but have eyes for none but each other… or is that fists? Damon takes charge briefly, grabbing Sativa by the hair and bouncing her head off a table loaded with miscellaneous crap. She retorts by grabbing a crew members cup of coffee and throwing it right in Cross’s face! The hot liquid stuns him, but no more so than does going head-first right into the whole coffee container nearby! Damon snarls in pain while Sativa kicks open a door, grabs him and tries to slam his hurt leg in it! Jerking free at the last moment, Damon shoves Sativa against the closed door and hits a backcracker on the champ, leaving her in pain on the floor! Yanking the door open himself, he drives it right into the head of Sativa before grabbing HER by the hair and sending her careening into a hallway. Other wrestlers scramble to get out of the way as champ and challenger, Damon trying to put Sativa through a window but getting elbowed away, only to narrowly avoid getting his head slammed in a door! He whips Sativa into another table, then grabs her by the head and waist and slides her along the length of it, driving her head-first into a large bucket full of ice water and various bottled beverages!

Nick Hanson: And the champ takes a bath! Something tells me she isn’t feeling refreshed!

Jim Reynolds: Figured that out all on your own, did you?!

That isn’t the worst of it, though. Damon, still with a noticeable limp, grabs a bottle of red Gatorade out of the bucket before it tips over, spilling its contents, including Sativa, onto the concrete floor. Spinning off the lid, Damon guzzles some of it, wiping the back of his hand across his lips. He pours out a little on Sativa, then smashes her in the face with the half-full bottle! The two are nearing catering now, with bystanders still scattering to avoid the chaos. As they come to the tables where the food waits, Sativa breaks loose and bends an empty platter across the head of Damon before sending it clattering to the floor. The blow has stunned Cross, but he retorts with a hard chop, which Sativa returns!

Nick Hanson: Uh-oh… they’re getting a little TOO close to that spread, Jim!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, so?

Nick Hanson: You really didn’t hear who’s doing our catering?

Jim Reynolds: Who? Oh… OHHHHH...

Coming around the corner, another cameraman stepping in to take over the action from a different angle, Sativa and Cross continue their war until the latter catches sight of none other than Eric Donavan, chef’s knife and carving fork in hand. The Irish Dragon is filling plates but when Sativa sends Damon towards the table, the Redeemer has to put on the brakes in a hurry! The threatening look Donavan gives both champion and challenger is enough to pause the action… but only temporarily! Sativa goes to grab Damon but eats an elbow, responding with a punch to the jaw and instead whipping Damon into a nearby column. Rounding the corner with a tray in each hand, poised perfectly, comes Lyra LeVeux-Donavan… except this time, neither champion nor challenger are able to respond in time; Damon sends Sativa scrambling toward Lyra, inadvertently, sending one of the trays flying! Sweets of many types go flying, landing on other people, on Sativa and Damon… AND on Lyra herself!

Nick Hanson: Oh...

Jim Reynolds: ...shit.

Wiping chocolate cream from her face, a snarling Sativa snatches up a mostly-okay pecan pie from the floor and chucks it at Cross, catching him full in the face and sending remnants of the confection splattering on the tables. Eric, looking from one to the other, doesn’t react when Lyra snatches up the carving fork in his hand and charges the two, the utensil raised like a weapon!

Nick Hanson: Run!

Damon is already backing away, hands raised, a bottle chucked at him that he catches on reflexes and pockets… and while Sativa isn’t afraid of anyone or anything… that’s a big fork! She backs away, right into Damon, who grabs and German suplexes her on reflex, right onto a spilled tray of cookies! The pin only gets a count of two, mainly because both have to escape the angry Lyra… who Eric is not having much luck restraining!

Jim Reynolds: I got nothin’, Nick! Those two gotta get out of there in a hurry!

Rather than counterattacking, Sativa backs away from the scene, Damon scrambling back on his ass before scrambling up and half-running, half-limping away… just in time for Eric to deal with his wife! Tired of the shenanigans, and disliking being all wet and sticky, Sativa is right there when Damon turns around, smashing him in the face with a steel chair! From whimsically weird to utterly violent in 0.4 seconds, it is. Damon drops and Sativa smashes him in the back with the weapon, driving him the rest of the way to the floor! Dropping the chair then, Sativa sets up the Sundering of Narsil, looking to drive Damon’s head into the chair… but the challenger rolls away at the last moment! Whipping around, Sativa finds herself whipped up and driven onto the chair instead with a White Thunder Bomb! Damon holds on for the pin attempt, but Sativa again kicks out!

Their battle takes them into the arena proper again, both sides throwing fists, forearms and chops… truly everything in their arsenals to put the other away. Sativa is whipped into a production crate but retaliates by throwing a monitor at Damon, which distracts him long enough for her to gather up a length of cable and whip him with it! The blows leave red weals on Cross until he turns and catches the wire, using his grip to yank Sativa forward! A Dragonfire DDT follows, along with another near-fall, before the two burst into the ringside area anew, Sativa chucked over the barricade, only to blast Damon with the remnants of his cane when he comes over the barricade as well!

Nick Hanson: These two… will they even have enough for a third fall?A

Jim Reynolds: Again you assume there will even BE a third fall! Look at these two, Nick! They’re ripped apart! But Sativa is still more than capable of putting Cross down!

Nick Hanson: After what he’s fought back form, I’m starting to believe again!

Still, that cane shot was wicked… and it opens Damon up for further assault. He rolls into the ring, but Sativa follows after him and this time the Sundering of Narsil lands… but still only gets a two-count! A little frustrated by now, Sativa backs up onto the ropes, but Damon determinedly follows after her, leading to another slugfest, this time atop the turnbuckles! Recalling how he won the title months ago, Damon throws a few body shots to stun the champion, but when he attempts Black Crucifixion, the champion blocks it! Sativa, going for her own spin on things, tries to set Damon up for a superplex...but with her opponent aimed toward the outside of the ring! Grabbing the buckle to block the move, Damon stalemates with Sativa, though their battle becomes more precarious with every moment! Sativa makes a second attempt with the suplex and Damon again stymies her, throwing an arm across her chest! After a side-wise headbutt, Damon draws a cross on his chest with the other hand and SENDS HIMSELF AND SATIVA OFF THE TOP ROPE AND THROUGH THE ANNOUNCE TABLE WITH A SPANISH FLY!

Jim Reynolds: What the FUCK you two?!

Nick Hanson: That was too damn close! Almost wiped all of us out!

Jim Reynolds: Are these two even alive?!

Neither man seems to want to get close to the situation, nor does Danni! Her hands are to her mouth and her eyes are wide with shock. Amongst the rubble of the table, Sativa and Damon lie, barely moving. The referee, unsure of what to do, checks each of them, then starts a count. He gets no further than five, however, before Damon starts to stir and weakly drapes an arm over the chest of Sativa. The referee drops down and makes the three-count!

Roger Arden: And the winner of the second fall… DAMON CROSS!

Nick Hanson: And Cross evens things up! But at what cost?!

Jim Reynolds: Someone get these two in the ring! And lower that cage! I want to see a finish!

Nick Hanson: Show some class, Jim! These two can barely stand!

Danni comes over to try and help Damon, but he weakly waves her back, trying to get back to his feet of his own accord. He tries… and fails… several times before reaching the ring and somehow dragging himself in under the bottom rope. Sativa, meanwhile, is only at that moment starting to stir. As Damon watches, though, the champion rises with a bit more ease, actually able to move upright toward the ring, though it takes effort for her to roll in. She’s sitting up and glaring at him as Damon gets to his knees, staring right back. They don’t break this contact even as the cage comes down to surround the ring-


-and begin the final fall. Neither is in any hurry to get up, though, clearly feeling the pain of the war up to this point. Sativa is still marred with sweets and a little red from Damon’s Gatorade bath while the challenger’s leg is still giving him trouble and the bleeding from the chair to the face continues. Both look up and around, though, checking out the weapons lining the cage. Sativa is the first to get to her feet, grabbing a lead pipe from the cage wall while Damon, groping blindly, yanks down the first thing his fingers can close around: a cast-iron skillet.

Jim Reynolds: Tell me he didn’t grab that on purpose. Please. Just humor me.

Nick Hanson: I’m pretty sure he just grabbed the first thing he could...

Jim Reynolds: He’s not a Disney fan, is he?

Nick Hanson: What are you on about?!

Jim Reynolds: Never mind.

Sativa starts swinging the pipe like she’s in the home run derby and Damon… it is all he can do to just fend off the blows with the skillet. But he does well enough with it, almost decking Sativa with a big swing of the cooking utensil. But it throws him off balance and Sativa brings the pipe to bear, almost cracking Damon in the head but missing and striking the cage when he ducks. A skillet shot to the midsection doubles her over, but when he brings the implement up for a bigger shot, Sativa goes for that leg again, causing Damon to drop the skillet and clutch his leg! Grabbing down the nearest object to her, in this case a toaster, Sativa smashes Damon in the head with it, then swings it by the cord and sends it slamming into his ribs!

Doubled over, his leg throbbing and breathing now more of a challenge, Damon has no answer for Sativa wrapping the cord around his neck, the toaster lying on the mat. Danni shakes the cage from the outside, trying to get Sativa to stop, but that just ain’t happening. Grabbing Damon by the arms, she puts her foot to the middle of his back, looks right at Danni, grins…

...and delivers the Sundering of Narsil, driving Damon face-first into the toaster! Kicking it aside, Sativa drops down and makes the cover!


Nick Hanson: How is he even conscious, much less alive?!

Jim Reynolds: I call bullshit! That was a slow count! No one would survive that!

Nick Hanson: Yet somehow he did! And Sativa is furious!

Jim Reynolds: Danni meanwhile looks like she’s about to have a coronary...

That she is. Damon is bleeding even worse than before, too. Sativa grabs him by the head, specifically the ears, and bounces the back of his head off the canvas, yelling in his face. Damon’s response is to spit in her face… and Sativa loses the plot. She drags him to his feet and sends him hard into the buckles… almost hard enough to make him recoil to the mat. Looking about for another weapon, Sativa finds some taped-together light tubes. Without thinking twice, she takes down the weapon and charges Cross, swinging for the dome! Damon ducks out of the way, the glass shattering against the cage, and tries rolling Sativa up, only getting a two-count! A knee to the face stops her when she rushes in and Damon boots her hard, cinching up for a Dragonfire DDT right to the broken glass!


No longer the only one bleeding, Cross throws his head back, looking for a weapon of his own when he sees Danni pushing something into the cage through the grates. Sativa, still getting to her feet, doesn’t see this and misses Damon picking it up. Instead, she goes for another weapon. She pulls down a cookie sheet wrapped in barbed wire, set to wind up and swing… when Damon throws something in her face that leaves her red and shrieking!

Nick Hanson: Wait… what the hell was that?!

Jim Reynolds: That cheating shit! What did he throw in her face?!

Sativa is reeling, wiping at her face and swinging wildly, the cookie sheet dropped! When the camera focuses on Damon’s hand, they find him with a bottle of hot sauce no doubt swiped from catering during the second fall!

Nick Hanson: Swamp Inferno?!

Jim Reynolds: That’s just dirty!

Tossing the vessel aside, Damon starts stalking Sativa, still moving somewhat tenderly on his right leg. When she stops swinging for a moment, Damon goes to grab her and put the match away, but Sativa quickly elbows him in the face, once, twice, three times, leaving the challenger reeling. Having a grip on him now, Sativa sends him hard into the cage, leaving Cross unsteady. Able to see at least enough to fight, Sativa hits the Got ‘Em on Cross and, slightly wobbly, makes her way to the buckles after dragging him against the ropes! The champion clearly has a plan, wiping the back of her arm over her eyes, trying to focus on her adversary. Stepping out onto the ropes, she sets herself to leap, but Damon grabs and hurls the cookie sheet at her, trying to stop whatever she has planned! Dropping down to the mat, Sativa instead rushes Damon, kicking him into the cage and again climbing the buckles, this time closer to the challenger. The YEET! follows-


-but again Cross finds a way to fight out of the mess! Still Sativa presses the issue, dragging Cross back to his feet and putting him on the buckles, climbing up after him for the Blitzed! Dropping a few elbows to the top of Damon’s head, Sativa flips over him and lands… but Cross holds on to the ropes, blocking the move. The champion keeps yanking on him but Damon hangs on for dear life! Leaping to the second rope, Sativa manages what looks like a springboard variation of the Nerf This!, knocking Damon to the mat!

Jim Reynolds: And this is where it ends, Nick! Cross doesn’t have any fight left in him at this point!

Nick Hanson: I’m afraid you might be right! No matter what he does, Sativa keeps fighting back, keeps answering his tactics!

Jim Reynolds: And now she’s going up high! Up to… the corner of the cage?! There’s a roof?! What does this amazing woman have planned?!

Sativa has indeed climbed up to the corner of the cage, the same corner which Damon lies in front of. Looking back, Sativa takes a deep breath before letting go and pushing off in the same moment, creating a high-velocity moonsault from the side of the cage… BUT DAMON GETS THE KNEES UP! The impact hurts like hell for both, with Sativa clutching her midsection and Damon’s knee taking even more damage! Still, Cross fights his way up, motioning for Sativa to do the same. Both are smeared in blood and so much else. Sativa rises, breathing heavily, and backs right into Cross, who delivers Weight of the World!

Nick Hanson: Weight of the World! That move won him this title opportunity! Can it put away Sativa Neveah?!

Jim Reynolds: Not on your life!

Oddly enough, Damon doesn’t seem to think so, either! Pushing Sativa’s legs away, Damon moves over to grab the barbed-wire cookie sheet and drops it on the mat. Pulling Sativa to her feet, he sets up a second Weight of the World, one which the champion counters! She flips behind Cross, aiming to hit Order 66 into the cage! Damon breaks loose, but takes a forearm to the back of the head! Sativa grabs him again… and Damon comes up with the cookie sheet! A smash right to the face of the champion! He drops it again, scoops Sativa up and delivers an inverted Weight of the World, driving her head-first into the jagged metal! Cross folds the champion up and holds on for dear life as the referee counts!


Cross falls back, semi-conscious, to the mat. The cage starts to go up while Danni bounces up and down on the outside out of sheer joy! Sativa, opened up even further thanks to that final move, has yet to stir!

Roger Arden: The winner of the third fall… and the NEW World Heavyweight Champion… DAMON CROSS!

Nick Hanson: HE’S DONE IT!!! HE’S DONE IT!!!! HE!!! HAS!!!! DONE IT!!!

Jim Reynolds: NOOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Nick Hanson: THE REDEEMER HAS DONE IT!!! DAMON CROSS, FOLKS, IS YOUR NEW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION!!!!

Jim Reynolds: THIS IS THE BIGGEST CRIME AGAINST THE KINGDOM I’VE EVER WITNESSED!!

Nick Hanson: Nooooooo no no, Jim!!! This is well deserved!! Well deserved!!!! Damon Cross strived for this!!! He fought for this!!! Damn it, he EARNED this!!!!!

All of a sudden, the lights in the arena go down. The champion's music is cut off, and now the only sound aside from the crowd's reaction is a very icy gust of wind.

Jim Reynolds: "Hey, uhh... Nick? Do you feel cold all of a sudden?"

Nick Hanson: "Yeah, I do, actually. It's like there's a wind from the Arctic in this arena. Just a reminder, the Collision Center isn't an open-air arena, folks."

Jim Reynolds: "It does have a lot of faulty wiring, though... didn't the lights go down during March Mayhem, too?"

Nick Hanson: "They did, and we saw a kidnapping take place because of it."

The wind continues to blow as a once-thought-gone set of vocals hit.

The wind stops. "TEARS" by HEALTH kicks in as lights come back up to reveal the wife of Tren Descarrilado: Katelin Descarrilado, nee Arnett. She stands on the stage for a moment, technically soaking in the reaction. Though as usual, she shows no emotion. That reaction is the crowd booing Mrs. Descarrilado for not letting the champion have their moment.

Nick Hanson: "Oh my god, that's Tren Descarrilado's old manager."

Jim Reynolds: "Katelin Arnett?"

Nick Hanson: "She got married to Tren last month and took his name. She's Katelin Descarrilado nowadays. Regardless, it sounds like no one expected this one. No one expected her back! The crowd here's probably thinking the same thing I did, that she vowed never to return to NFW!"

Jim Reynolds: "Plans change, Nick. That's all I can really say. By her own admission, Katelin wouldn't lie to anyone."

The once-defrosting Ice Queen brings a microphone up to her lips, looking Damon in the eyes as "TEARS" fades out. Damon looks to the woman who said she respected him not too long ago, a tinge of hurt in his eyes, wondering why she would now ruin his moment like this.

Katelin Descarrilado: "Congratulations. You made it through Hell. Not a lot of people survive that journey long enough to tell that story by the end. That and your (newly won) title show that you did, and they show it in spades."

Soft and quiet, but biting and venomous. Katelin's calling card during any speech of hers.

Katelin Descarrilado: "But your trip back to civilization?"

"Hate Train" by Metallica starts up as Tren Descarrilado walks up behind his wife and puts his hands on her shoulders. He locks eyes with the champion with a bit of a smirk to him.

Katelin Descarrilado: "It's going to be by train... motherfucker."

As the couple stare down the champion with "Hate Train" blaring, Damon simply shakes his sets the title on his shoulder as he watches Tren and makes a motion with his foot across the mat as if he’s drawing a line in the sand.

Nick Hanson: "Folks, we're out of time, but what a revelation! I doubt Luthor's gonna like that."

Jim Reynolds: "Katelin has never, and will never give a damn. It's been too long of a time coming for Tren. What else is there to say?"

Nick Hanson: "I'll tell you. Good night, folks, see you on Collision!"