NFW Collision #96! 05/04/2021!

Collision kicks off with a bang, the opening segment leads into a sweeping shot of the fans inside the Collision Center, pumped and ready for the action to come… though perhaps part of that joy and volume is directed toward the young lady standing in the middle of the ring. Danni Anderson, dressed to the nines this evening in a beautiful white dress with pink rose petals and sparkly white high heels, is standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand and a bright smile on her face. Taking a few moments to get composed, Danni lifts the stick and gestures grandly to the stage.

Danni Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen!

With every word it gets a little easier and Danni’s excitement shines through.

Danni Anderson: Please join me in welcoming your NEW World Heavyweight Champion-

Every word pumps up the crowd even more, to the point that even with a mic Danni has to lift her voice to be heard over them.

Danni Anderson: -the Redeemer… DAMON CROSS!

“Rise” by State of Mine kicks off at the first chorus as Damon walks out onto the stage. Though he makes an effort to move at a normal pace, it is fairly clear that he’s still hurting from Ascension II. Marks still linger on his face as well. But the suit is still tailored, the grin is still real, and the belt around his waist still gleams in the spotlight, revealed when he opens his jacket!


Nick Hanson: Be honest, Jim: just how badly does this stick in your craw?!

Jim Reynolds: Enough that I want to hit something! Or someone! And you’re the only one in reach!

Nick Hanson: Pay no attention to my anger-addled partner tonight, fans! He learned at Ascension II what the rest of the world learned: there is no stopping the Redeemer!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah? Why don’t you tell that to Tren Descarrilado?!

Unstrapping the title, Damon holds it up high!


He then lowers it and drapes it over his shoulder, polishing it with his sleeve before laying a kiss on it and making his way down to the ring where an applauding Danni waits. Ascending the steps and wiping his soles on the apron, Damon steps through the ropes and into the ring. His first move is to walk over to Danielle and put an arm around her waist, pulling her in for a rather potent kiss while again holding the belt up high!

Jim Reynolds: Sure… just rub it in! Mock my pain! Mock the Kingdom’s pain! How could he take that belt from Sativa on her birthday, I ask you?! Has he no soul?!

Nick Hanson: You REALLY want me to answer that? Because I’m gonna make you look stupid if I do!

Jim Reynolds: You are SO getting punched!

Danni is flushed but beaming, handing over the microphone to Damon as “Rise” fades out. The fans remain on their feet a few moments more, but Damon calmly gestures them down again. There’s still a rumble in the air, but for the most part the arena is quiet, waiting to hear what the new champion has to say.


Damon Cross: A petulant child, an ungrateful punk… undeserving, undesirable… a loser, a stalker… a victim waiting to happen.

He keeps his voice low and calm, just a note above whisper-level. Though his head is down slightly, those watching can just make out a smile on his face.

Damon Cross: They called me all of that and more. The Kingdom, Luthor Callaway, all the detractors and naysayers on social media who love to watch others fail so that they feel better about their own shortcomings.

Some boos from the Collision fans, not directed at Damon but at those of whom he speaks. After a few moments, Damon slowly lifts his head, staring at the hard camera.

Damon Cross: I have something for them.

Reaching into his back pocket, Damon takes out a familiar-looking bottle: a glass vessel filled with the Soul Garden’s own homemade hot sauce, Swamp Inferno flavor! The fans who recall when they last saw this roar, both in cheers and laughter, while Damon shakes it at the camera with a saucy grin!

Nick Hanson: I bet Sativa Neveah remembers that sauce, Jim!

Jim Reynolds: That arrogant sonofa-

Nick Hanson: You know what? He’s allowed! So pipe down and let the man speak!

Tossing the bottle up and catching it, Damon keeps his attention locked on the camera.

Damon Cross: ...a little something to help the words they’re eating go down a bit easier, courtesy of our new caterers, the Soul Garden!

Setting the bottle down on the canvas in front of him, Damon pauses to run a hand through his dark hair, then to look at the championship over his shoulder. He takes another deep, cleansing breath, then turns back to the camera and the fans beyond it.

Damon Cross: There will be no false bravado from me tonight. Sativa Neveah earned the right to be called the greatest champion in NFW history before she ever knew my name. And against just about anyone else, at Ascension II, you might have seen her retain this title. The world knows by now, though, that the Redeemer is not just anyone else. I stand here before you, a two-time NFW World Heavyweight Champion, proof that no goal is beyond a man or woman’s reach if they dare to dream, to ignore the hate and kick down the door. And before anyone from Trauma takes umbrage with my calling this the most prestigious title in New Frontier Wrestling, remember that I deposed your Demon King at Invasion during my first reign. That means, as far as I’m concerned, Collision is the top brand around here! Nous sommes les plus grands!

A brief pause is allowed, then…

Damon Cross: But this title wasn’t even warm in my hands before someone just… couldn’t hold their peace.

Gesturing to the big screen, Damon watches along with the rest as the replay of Katelin Descarrilado’s announcement of her husband Tren’s challenge is made mere moments after the new champion’s victory in Three Stages of Hell. Damon stares at Tren, ring to ramp, as Ascension II closes out. The screen shifts back to the NFW Collision logo and the camera is back on Damon. Danni, in the background, looks cutely perturbed while Cross looks quite serious.

Jim Reynolds: And when that train comes chugging down the tracks, there will be nothing left of this Cajun punk but a smear on the gravel!

Nick Hanson: Tren is not someone to take lightly. But what he has with Damon… this respectful rivalry… it’s different.

Jim Reynolds: Respect is fine. It doesn’t mean that that big bastard won’t put Damon down whenever and however he wants!

Dark eyes are locked on that camera; one can almost feel the heat coming off the new champion.

Damon Cross: We heard it from you wife two weeks ago. It has been spread all over social media over the last fortnight. But I want to hear it from your lips, Tren, face-to-face. So instead of letting you interrupt my moment again? I’m inviting you down here, right now, to this very ring, so you can tell me to my face. Man to monster.

A faint smirk appears.

Damon Cross: And yes, Katelin can come, too.

Nick Hanson: I kind of question the intelligence of this, Jim.

Jim Reynolds: He’s fucking crazy is what he is.

No sooner are the words out of Damon's mouth before "Hate Train" by Metallica erupts from the PA system as Tren Descarrilado steps out onto the stage, Katelin Descarrilado standing just behind him. He nods to her, a gesture which she returns, before he heads down the ramp. He rolls into the ring, walking past Damon to get a microphone from a ring tech before turning back to the World Heavyweight Champion.

Tren Descarrilado: Whatchu wanna hear, Crow? You want me to repeat what I been saying on Twitter all fuckin week?

The Man Who Feels No Pain smirks, crossing his arms over his chest.

Tren Descarrilado: You. Me. One on motherfucking one. For that.

The Mexican monster reaches out and slaps the plate of the belt over Damon's shoulder.

Tren Descarrilado: That clear enough for you, motherfucker?

Glancing to where Tren’s hand landed, then back to the man himself, Damon tosses his head back and goes nose-to-nose with Tren. Danni looks concerned while Katelin, on the other hand, looks eager.

Damon Cross: If the world didn’t know before, they know now. That’s what I wanted. I want all eyes on the three of us when this battle goes down.

Lifting the belt up high, Damon never takes his eyes off Tren.

Damon Cross: The brise-cravate... the rubber match. This will settle much more than who will be champion, my Bête Noire. One of us will assert dominance. The other… will be left with nothing. Consigned to the depths. To see if they can fight their way back up. You prepared for that? Because I damn sure am.

Tren smirks pressing his forehead to Damon's and stepping forward, actually forcing the champion to take a step backward.

Tren Descarrilado: You think I ain't, motherfucker? You talk all this shit about how you walked through hell and fought and clawed and scraped to get here. Motherfucker, I was BORN in Hell. They tossed my ass out to a pair of no-good bastards who threw me aside the first chance they got. I been fighting my whole goddamned life against anyone who stood in my fucking way. You ain't no different, Crow, except for one thing…

Tren backs up, spreading his arms wide to reveal he is wearing a Damon Cross "Black Ronin" t-shirt.

Tren Descarrilado: I respect the hell outta you motherfucker. Any other fucking day of the week. Any other motherfucking situation? I'd be at your side staring the devil himself straight in the motherfucking face with a grin on my own. But not this time. You got something I want, Crow. You're standing on the tracks, and that fucking belt is the end of the god-damned line. Ain't nothing personal motherfucker. It's just fucking business.

Not about to be pushed around, even if with himself and Tren it was on the level of standard, all-in-good-fun nonsense, Damon pressed back. The two were like bulls with locked horns staring into one another’s eyes. When Cross speaks, however, it is a hard tone he bears… one to match Tren’s own.

Damon Cross: Careful you don’t jump the tracks in that mad dash, Tren. Tell you what: let’s put aside all the pretty language and catchphrases and all that for a moment, yeah?

The two step back from one another and Damon, staring at his title for a moment, starts talking before slowly bringing his eyes back toward Tren.

Damon Cross: More than anyone else, including Sativa Neveah herself, no one has given me a more violent, bloody or brutal war than you have. And as we stand here tonight, we’re one-and-one. This isn’t just about gold. It’s about pride, dominance. Our pasts don’t matter when that bell rings… only the moments. When fists connect with flesh. When blood bounces off the canvas. When these people in the crowd scream, ooh and ahh. When the referee slaps the mat one... two… three… to bring an end to the pain and suffering.

The title goes back over Damon’s shoulder.

Damon Cross: In those moments, Tren? No one in NFW is better than me. NO ONE. You want to prove me wrong? You’ll get your chance. But I wouldn’t bet against me if I were you.

Tren Descarrilado: I ain't stupid enough to bet against you Cross. But one thing you said there…

Tren smirks, showing his teeth as he pops his neck.

Tren Descarrilado: Pain and suffering? The only person in this fucking match that's gonna feel that is you, hombre. It ain't a fucking gimmick. Ain't a fucking punchline or a catchphrase. At the end of the day, when your body gives out, and you can't fucking stand? I can. You may be a hard ass motherfucker. Shit, I know you are. But you ain't ever faced a man like me in a situation like this. You say you're ready? No, Cuervo, no you ain't. Ain't nobody ready for a fight against a monster that never stops coming. A beast who won't stay down. A man who won't fucking quit. But I'mma have to show you that. And when we're done, and I'm the champ? Maybe you and all these other motherfuckers will finally understand I am not someone you FUCK WITH!

The rage emanates from the angry Hispanic monster as he begins to pace, eyes locked on Damon.

Nick Hanson: The number one contender is on fire tonight, Jim! I’ve never seen even Tren this lit up!

Jim Reynolds: See? And Damon thought he’d call Tren out and they’d jab at each other or something. Now? Now he has the Runaway Train’s full attention! And you know what that means?

Nick Hanson: I’m afraid to ask.

Jim Reynolds: Fractures, stitches and multiple contusions! And an ex-champion named Damon Cross!

The champion says nothing. As Tren is locked on him, so is Damon locked on the challenger. He again holds the belt up for the world to see, Tren’s eyes flicking from that to the champion and back again as Collision cuts away to a commercial.
At the Collision Center in Chicago, the camera fades in on a young man in a blue shirt with a silver lightning bolt and jeans with hair that has been dyed the color silver standing next to a catering table. Next to the young man is a girl with a mint green pullover sweatshirt and mint green tights.

Ian Dream: Nice to meet you, dear listeners. That’s right! It is I, "The Resurrected Two" Ian Dream, son of Hall of Fame wrestler "The Resurrected One" Daniel Dream. Those of you lamenting the times, believe in me and follow me! Into the Silver Age!

Ian raises his right fist as he shouts "Into the Silver Age"

Sierra Silver: And it’s really me, the evilest being this or any world has ever seent! It’s-a really me! Sierra HECK’N Silver!!!

Sierra flips up her hood in order to partially obscure her face. She wears a devious smirk as she begins to speak with a spooky voice.

Sierra Silver: Gather ‘round, boils and ghouls, and allow me to tell you a truly frightening tale! A tale of treachery, chaos, and PURE EVIL! ...And friendship, of course. This story features two young people who had dreams and aspirations as big as the heckin’ sun! Aspirations… of PURE EVIL!!! These two evil individuals went about their normal lives, not a care in the world. Simply plotting their takedown of the patriarchy, like one does, when suddenly the bestest most evil idea popped into their heads! They were going to be…Wrestlers! So they go on to train to be the bestest at the wrestles the world has ever seen! They wear disguises of normal, peace loving individuals until the time comes for them to reveal their devious plan to the world of their home promotion, NFW! But by the time they reveal their plans, it’s far too late to stop them! All the while they win peeps over with their cunning! ...Do you get it? I’m talking about us! I’m talking about Ian Dream and Sierra HECK’N Silver! We may be young, wide-eyed and unassuming, but that is but a deception! A mere disguise put in place to shroud our true identities! And those identities are those of pure villainous masterminds HECK-bent on world domination!!! Tonight is our first step towards our goal. Those who stand in our way will be doomed! Doomed to… not succeed… while we… succeed… Yeah! Yeah that’s it! I said what I mean and mean what I said!

Ian took ten chocolate cakes from a table at catering when Sierra wasn’t looking, when Ian put all the cakes in his blue duffle bag Sierra turned her head to Ian.

Ian Dream: I am merely taking my appearance fee.

Ian Dream turns his head and notices the cameraman again. Ian points in the direction of the cameraman as he continues to speak.

Ian Dream: Everything we do is on tape! It is I, “The Resurrected Two”, I hope to one day have the opportunity to capture the top championship of NFW, but their Tag Team Championships are currently in my sights. I am the resurrected villain who will lead the world, Jupiter, Saturn, Venus....or anywhere else into the Silver Age. The Resurrected Two! My last name might have gotten me through the door, but my ascension to the top will speak for itself. Talk is cheap. My skill speaks for itself. I will be carrying a championship, but it will be after I earned it. When you stay in a company, roll with the punches and constantly show that you are the top, you get opportunities. Sophita Kohler and Cayla Phoenix, these two are gonna have to learn the hard way you don’t try and make a name for yourself with me....I play for keeps!!

The scene fades to black.

Ian Dream & Sierra Silver v. Double Bubble

Once the bell rings, loveable villains Ian Dream and Sierra Silver play rock, paper, scissors to decide who will be the legal competitor first while Volta the capybara honks with approval at ringside! Their game is stopped short when Sophitia Kohler hits Ian into the turnbuckle with a jumping hip attack, though! The crowd boo while Sophie throws Sierra’s eccentric companion into her team’s turnbuckle and climbs him with her crotch in Ian’s face. Six punches rain down with the left hand, then nine punches from the other hand collide with the New Yorker’s temple. She backflips off the corner to watch Ian fall forward in a daze, then runs at him in a full sprint only to hit the ring post when Dream dodges it! Cayla Phoenix tags herself in while Sophia recovers in the corner, running at Ian while he dives towards his Silver Age partner in crime only to receive a German suplex for his troubles! The unpredictable Siren of Suplexes pulls at her hair and shouts to the crowd before mounting the sidekick to hit a flurry of punches, but Ian’s ready for it! It turns out that as a member of the Dream family, Cayla’s unpredictable nature is far easier to predict when Daniel is your father! Rolling Cayla onto her back, Ian locks in his Kryptonite Klutch double underhook guillotine choke! He focuses on his opponent’s neck, really doing damage while the referee asks if Phoenix wants to quit, but much like her namesake, she rises to her feet and breaks out of the hold!

The dastardly evil Ian finally decides to tag in his partner while Cayla recovers to the absolute glee of the crowd and their henchcapybara at ringside, who has started to gnaw on a camera cord! Sierra runs out like a speeding doomsday device! She clotheslines Cayla, bounces off the ropes, then clotheslines her again as she climbs back to her feet! She lets out a cutesy evil laugh for all to enjoy while Phoenix crawls to tag in Sophia. Sierra waggles her index finger cartoonishly, then grabs Cayla by the ankle. Kohler climbs to her feet and the two trade punches until Sophia hits an enzuigiri. With the supervillainous dazed, the lewd, crude vixen with an attitude grabs her opponent’s limb to hit an arm-tapped jumping seated senton she calls Heaven’s Arch! Rolling Sierra to her back, she hooks the leg for the pin, but the fan-favorite animal-loving baddie kicks out at two! Before Sophia could continue her assault, she’s caught by surprise when Ian Dream pulls out a megaphone aimed at a typical NFW microphone for maximum volume on the apron.

Ian Dream: Hey, Sophia! It’s May 4th! May the fourth be with you! Get it? Star Wars!

With the referee and Sophia distracted, Sierra could take advantage of the opportunity. Instead, though, she chastises her sidekick! This goes on for a little while, allowing Cayla and Sophia to nod at each other before hitting a double jumping hip attack tag team maneuver on Sierra without the referee noticing! Phoenix quickly scurries back into her corner, pretending nothing happened when the referee finally turns his head to see Sophia pinning Sierra to Ian’s dismay! It’s a two count! Somehow, someway, the Supervillainess had the heart to kick out! Now Sophia and Sierra square off, only for Silver to run in the opposite direction! What is she doing?! Oh! An SI-1-9 to Cayla’s back knocks her off the apron, followed by a slow climb of the turnbuckle! Sophia tries to matrix dodge to prepare her Hands Off pelé kick as a devastating reversal, but her arch is flattened by a Silver Sun Rising swanton bomb! Sierra hooks the leg on her back and finally gets the three count for Silver Age’s debut!

Result: Pinfall

There is a Janitors closet backstage. We see a brilliant green light emanate from the crack under the door and hear a very unnatural sound, followed by what can only be described as a ruckus from inside. After a lot of this ruckus the door eventually opens and from the door an ava-

Ollie Linkoln: Oh shi-

Sorry, from behind the door an avalanche of brightly colored balls spill out, handsome pro wrestler Ollie Linkoln tumbling out along with them in his full wing, pulled by a rainbow wave of spherical delights.

Ollie Linkoln: They called me mad! Insane! Wendell! But now who is the madman! I have traversed the plane between worlds at the McDonalds PlayPlace. Rocky, contact the University!

A live raccoon emerges from the janitor’s closet, having more elegantly navigated the colored balls and protectively clutching a Yoda Happy Meal toy. He watches as Ollie stands and brushes himself off.

Ollie Linkoln: I’ll make the cover of Scientific American, National Geographic, and Very Handsome Science Man Quarterly for this. They’ll give me the key to the city. I haven’t decided which city I want the key to yet, though. I could see maybe taking Spokane, Washington for a spin. Maybe somewhere along the coast with a- STRANGER DANGER! STATE YOUR BUSINESS. You one-o-them PREVERTS, son?

Ollie is staring accusingly at the cameraman, but Rocky is quick to climb up Ollie’s leg and perch on his shoulder. Ollie looks to Rocky and there seems to be a silent conversation between the grown man and the small furry bandit of a mammal. It’s both amusing and a bit intimidating that Ollie seems to speak at a mile-a-minute.

Ollie Linkoln: Oh! Well I’ll be dipped in buttermilk, breading, and made into a deep-fried ding-dong we’re at the show! We actually ended up where i was supposed to be! Cameraman, can I call you Marv? MARV! How did you know to be here? Were you in MKUltra? Psychic? WHAT HAVE THEY DONE TO YOU, MARV?! Do you hear the whispers on the wind? Anyway, doesn’t matter, hi everyone! I know you’re all probably thinking ‘Who is this good-looking slice of Banana Cream Pie?. I’m Ollie! It’s so rad to meet all of you! This here is Rocky, my manager.

Rocky looks into the camera and blinks before even more protectively clutching his Happy Meal toy.

Ollie Linkoln: I have a match here tonight against Casey Holliday who I’m sure is a FINE competitor and a nice person as so many of you are, save for maybe the people my big brother warned me about who live at ‘Castle FIngerbang’ and I’m not sure if that’s a real place or not. But I am ready! I am ready to prove myself in proper anime protagonist fashion! Best of luck to Casey, but man I kick like….SUPER hard and before she even knows what hit her she’ll be like so many before, riding in a first class cabin on the Gravy Train. Anywho, someone should probably clean this big mess up, I’m pretty sure a LOT of cleaning chemicals spilled in that room when I zhwooped in. Direct me to the face I am legally allowed to do kickery upon!

Rocky tugs on the collar of Ollie’s jacket and gestures in a direction before climbing into the open Backpack Ollie is wearing. He likes it in there. Ollie wanders off in the direction Rocky gestured to and the camera turns to watch as he goes.... Before looking back at the incredible mess Ollie left in his wake.
We cut to the back and are greeted by a pair of dark red lips, blowing a kiss. The camera moves back some and we see Juliana Mendoza using the camera lens to check her hair and makeup. She steps back and makes sure her very low cut skin tight merlot colored dress showed off ample cleavage and plenty of leg with a slit up to her hip.

Juliana Mendoza: Oh you have absolutely outdone yourself tonight.

Juliana glances up and points behind the camera. After a few seconds, she nods and gives a very half hearted smile.

Juliana Mendoza: Yes you, the ginger with a boner right now. I know I’m the hottest woman you have ever laid your little virgin eyes on, but be professional. Stow the I’m guessing fiver at best, and make sure you get the moment these contracts are signed. Everything else that happens, that can just be our little secret. Do it and I won’t tell everyone what a disgusting little pervert you are, kay?

Juliana nods until the cameraman agrees, then she turns and makes her way to the office of Luthor Callaway! She stands outside the door and politely knocks.

Juliana Mendoza: Mister Callawaaayy.

She almost sings his last name, throwing out the sweet girl tricks early on.

Juliana Mendoza: I believe we have a meeting scheduled.

A moment passes before the door opens and Collision’s General Manager steps into view of the camera.He’s seen as he always is; simple blue jeans, boots and his leather jacket over his t-shirt as it seems to be a part of him as one of his own arms. The camera doesn’t miss how his eyes seem to sweep over how Juliana has presented herself and he almost seems amused.

Luthor Callaway: That we do, Ms. Mendoza. That we do. Come in.

He steps aside, giving her and the cameraman room to enter. She smiles at him and bounces her way into his office. She then walks towards his desk and leans over slightly as she rubs the edge of the desk. She then steps back and looks over the office. She smiles and gives a very polite golf clap.

Juliana Mendoza: It’s a very nice office Mister Callaway. I have been in the office of many promoters, and managers, and bookers, and agents and blah blah blah. I always found that I could learn a lot about them just by looking over the office. You’re a very interesting man, Mister Callaway.

Luthor Callaway: That so? You’re pretty observant, Miss Mendoza.

Luthor walks around his desk, taking up his spot in front of his chair but doesn’t sit down yet. Instead, he places his hands on the surface, leaning forward just a bit.

Luthor Callaway: So, what exactly is it I can do for you?

Juliana takes a seat and looks up at him with a smile as she crosses her legs.

Juliana Mendoza: Straight to the point, as I expected. Your… simple taste suggest that you don’t like things to be too complicated. The little toy you have over there suggest a man who prefers violence to diplomacy, which does make my job slightly more difficult, but I still believe we can reach an agreement that would be very beneficial to NFW, Collision, THE Beautification Movement of course, and there might even be a little something in it for you Mister Callaway.

She winks at him before she stands up, walks around the desk, reaches down and slides some papers out of her purse before she leans down to place it on the floor. She steps towards Luthor as she stands up, and leans over his desk.

Juliana Mendoza: This was just a little idea we had called The THE Beautification Movement Pain Pageant. So there are some members of this roster that are… mediocre to be polite. Some are just terrible to look at, some are terrible to hear, some just have the absolute worst fashion sense on the planet. Sooo, we thought that if we took care of them for you, you could reward us with title matches. Tag for Double Bubble and like just a little World title shot for moi. Or you know I suppose trios titles would also work. It does seem like that division could use us. I even already have some opponents picked out, tag team and singles. Trios as well, but you know maybe I should let Cayla spread her wings a bit and get tag gold with Sophi while I get that World title. I mean I suppose I could settle for a Genesis or Silver Mountain title, but I mean if you could have the sexiest World champion ever representing your brand...

The whole time Juliana speaks, Luthor watches her intently. It would appear as if she’s working some sort of magic on the man and it’s working. It might even seem as though her chosen wardrobe is definitely doing it’s job as Luthor smirks.

Luthor Callaway: You know, something, Miss Mendoza? I am most certainly inclined to agree with you. You could say there’s a few members on this roster...quite a few, actually...that could use a bit of….

He rubs his bearded chin some as he searches for the words.

Luthor Callaway: ...redirection. Education, even. Right? You say you got some hand picked yourself, that right?

Juliana Mendoza: Absolutely Mister Callaway. I know you are a busy busy man, and I just thought this would help alleviate a little stress and then maybe to celebrate I could find another way to help alleviate some of your stress.

She winked at him and giggled a little bit before biting her bottom lip.

Juliana Mendoza: Firstly we have singles competitors, tag teams, then the trios, and then there’s a few people I would specifically like to officiate and a few that I know are biased and jealous towards those of us that have been blessed with natural beauty and would thus never call a match featuring a member of THE Beautification Member fairly. I know that you pride yourself on running a tight ship Mister Callaway, or would Luthor be okay? I feel like we’re getting close enough that we can use first names. Feel free to call me Juliana.

She leans in, slightly whispering her name before she pulls back and giggles again. Luthor smirks again, seeming further intrigued by the new signee on the red brand.

Luthor Callaway: Well, you may be right about that...Juliana. So, I should see about these, here papers you brought, hmm?

Luthor’s attention lingers on the stunning woman a moment more before he seems to have to pull his attention away and pick up the papers Juliana brought. Juliana smirked as she moved to sit on his desk.

Juliana Mendoza: I just know you are going to love each and every one of my suggestions. When I was told you were the GM, I had a wonderful feeling about working with you Luthor. I could tell right away that you were a strong take charge kind of leader. I personally like that in a general manager… and a man.

She looked down at him as she bit her bottom lip, doing her best to distract him from the fact that there wasn’t much top tier talent on her list. Both The Drama Club and Fast Food were on there along with Trina Tanaka, Jimmy Bones, and even The Soz.

Luthor Callaway: Well now, Juliana, I think we can most certainly agree, here.

Luthor skims over the names again before turning his attention right back to her, leaning on his desk beside her.

Luthor Callaway: If nothing else, I’m all about giving those on my roster...exactly...what they deserve. No need to worry your pretty little head about nothin’.

Luthor reaches behind Juliana where he retrieves a pen but in doing so, he practically almost brushes up against her shoulder with his face. He makes it a methodical motion as he clicks the pen tip out and signs his name on the documents brought.

Juliana Mendoza: That is exactly what I was hoping you would say. Now that those are all signed, how about we seal this new deal of ours with a kiss?

She smirks as she leans in and whispers something to him, his face slightly reddening as Juliana motions for the camera to cut.

Ollie Linkoln v. Casey Holliday

The bell rings, and Ollie is standing in his corner speaking with Rocky who is perched on the top rope. When Casey starts to get close, the raccoon chitters loudly before scampering down the ring post as Linkoln turns to begin moving himself. The two lock up, and it’s a back and forth but Holliday slides behind, getting a good lock on Ollie’s arm. The two struggle back and forth before Linkoln rolls through, getting to his feet and whipping Casey across the ring. On the rebound, Ollie looks for a handspring back elbow, but Holliday has it scouted. She avoids the attack, but the still fresh Linkoln alters his course, landing on his feet to the delight of the crowd. Casey smirks, nodding her head and pointing at Ollie who gives an exaggerated bow, which causes the crowd to pop even louder. Lincoln’s got a wide smile on his face as he suddenly takes off, running toward Casey, but she’s been keeping her eye on him, and when he gets close, he leaps, looking for a hurricanrana, but Holliday rolls through onto her own feet, and the crowd cheers even louder. Ollie looks at her exaggeratedly, as if his mind is blown, and Casey mimics a curtsy, which draws a laugh from the crowd.

The match continues, and the two fan favorites share a blistering back and forth, trading shots and high profile moves. Neither one appears to have the advantage over the other, and at one point in the match, both go tumbling over the top rope and to the floor. The referee begins his count, and Casey is the first to begin to stir, getting to her feet and rolling in. Ollie appears out of it, until Rocky comes over and runs his paws over the superstars face. Lincoln sits straight up, nods to the raccoon, and hurriedly gets back into the ring to break the count. He gets to his feet, turning to thank his furry friend, but that causes him to take his eyes off his opponent. Casey capitalizes on the mistake, hitting a springboard off the middle rope before connecting with a HUGE facebuster! Ollie hits the mat, and Holliday shoots in for a cover, but Linkoln manages to get his shoulder up just as the referee counts two. Not one to be discouraged, Holliday gets her opponent to his feet, and throws him into the corner. She locks him in before going for a monkey flip, but Linkoln lands on his feet! He seems just as surprised as his opponent and the fans by this, turning to face Holliday who has a look of shock on her face as well. She charges in, but Ollie side steps, following her into the corner to attempt a monkey flip of his own, which Holliday manages to land on her feet!

The crowd is white hot as the two continue, trading blow after blow until finally it looks like Ollie has the upper hand. He gets Casey into position, and he calls for Gravy Train! The crowd calls out the “TOOT TOOT” with him, but as he throws the kick, Holliday ducks! She’s back on her feet, and she rocks Linkoln with a stiff as hell European uppercut that causes him to stagger backwards. She reacts to this, hitting a springboard again before levelling Ollie with a vicious Tornado DDT! She looks at her downed opponent, then up to the top rope. She looks down again, before making her way over to the corner, only to be stopped by Rocky the Raccoon, who’s perched on the top turnbuckle! She stops, and turns, heading to a different corner, but the cagey mammal runs the top rope, following her, and stops on the top turnbuckle of the new corner! Casey looks annoyed, and turns back only to barely evade a deadly buzzsaw kick from Linkoln! She goes for a rollup as he’s caught off balance, but right before three Ollie counters into a pin of his own! The referee counts thre-- NO! Holliday reverses the pin AGAIN, and now Linkoln is in trouble! He manages to kickout at the last possible second, and Casey looks surprised. She gets to her feet, running to the other side of the ring. She rebounds off the ropes, coming in hot, but Ollie leaps over her, rolling her up tight!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Ollie releases the pin as soon as the bell rings, getting to his feet and staggering over to the rope. Casey sits up, eyes wide with shock as she looks at the referee, holding up three fingers and asking if that was the three count. The referee nods, and Holliday looks frustrated as Linkoln makes his way over. He offers her his hand, and she looks up at him. There’s a tense moment before she accepts, and Linkoln helps Holliday to her feet before holding her arm up in the middle of the ring. The audience goes wild as the two share in the adulation of the crowd before Casey rolls out to the floor, leaving Ollie to celebrate in the ring with Rocky on his shoulders.

Result: Pinfall

In the middle of the ring stood Isabella Luna, Lluvia Cane, and the Austin twins, Jamie and Jonna. The eldest of the four women was wearing a knee brace over the recently irritated limb. All of the women had smiles on their faces though there was a touch of nerves behind Bella’s smile, and the crowd quieted down as the Cherokee Princess raised the microphone to speak.

Isabella Luna: What’s up, y’all?! It’s been one Hell of a show tonight, right?!

Bella smiled as she listened to the sound of the crowd and as the other women in the ring began nodding and clapping. The woman adjusted her weight around a little, her knee just starting to hurt a touch. Lluvia started to move closer to her mom, but the elder woman waved her off before speaking again.

Isabella Luna: Now I know everyone saw Ascension II a few weeks back and saw that my knee got a little tweaked during the match. I’ve got a history of issues with this knee, so I wasn’t surprised when the medical team wanted me to get it checked out at the emergency room. However...I was definitely in for a surprise when I got there!

The 3 younger women looked at the woman that had helped train them, or in Jonna’s case, hone their skills more, wondering what she was getting at.

Isabella Luna: Now, I ask Jamie’s sister, Jonna, to join us tonight for a specific reason Truthfully, I asked all 3 of these ladies to join me in the ring for a certain reason that has to do with all of our careers. You see...I’ll be out of the ring for a while, well for good really. Tonight is the last night that I’ll be employed with an active competition contract. It’s not due to my knee or any kind of injury, so don’t worry about that!

Lluvia Cane: Well...mom, that doesn’t really explain much of anything as far as why the 4 of us are all out here. If you’re not injured to the point of having to retire then what’s going on?

Isabella smiled at her daughter and chuckled at the impatience that she had naturally inherited from the family. She held her hand up, silently telling her daughter to calm down a little before she continued.

Isabella Luna: You see...I’ll be retiring to focus on my kids, my family…

Lluvia Cane: Mom...you only have Junior to worry about, so it’s only one child you need to focus on.

Isabella Luna: About that...Junior isn’t exactly the only child that I need to worry about anymore. The reason I’m only in a brace and more’s not being done for my knee is because it was discovered that...I’m pregnant again! But I’m a high risk pregnancy due to my age, so I had to get permission to even be here tonight.

The crowd erupted in cheers at the announcement, and the 3 younger womens’ faces went from shocked to surprised before they surrounded the Cherokee Princess, a group hug ensuing. After a few moments, everyone separated, and Jamie motioned for Lluvia to give her the microphone that she had.

Jamie Austin: That’s amazing, Bells! But what about the Queen’s Guard? And what does this have to do with Jonna?

Isabella Luna: Well I’ve talked with Mr. Brody as well as Mr. Callaway...and Harper was involved in all of this as well, but as of tonight, if she wants, Jonna will be taking my place in the Queen’s Guard!

Jonna Austin: Really? Oh wow! Thank you so much...to everyone involved with that decision.

Jonna hugged Bella as the crowd cheered loudly. The scene faded as the ladies spoke quietly to one another for a moment before leaving the ring, the 3 younger women holding the ropes open for Bella out of respect.

Nick Hanson: Well happy retirement and congratulations to Isabella Luna! Soon to be mother to a newborn, once again! I suppose congratulations are in order for our own dear Matt Salvatore, as well!

Jim Reynolds: Heh, you know--

Nick Hanson: THINK....before you speak on this one, Jim....

Jim Reynolds:  I was just gonna say, BEFORE YOU INTERRUPTED ME...you know what? I'm happy for them. Congrats to Matt and Bella.

Nick Hanson: Now, that was very nice of you, Jim.

Jim Reynolds: Hey, I ain't got a cross thing to say about Bella. That woman put my ass up when the Dominion of Pain fucked me outta my apartment and I almost wound up on the street. On that note! Congrats again to Bella and Matt; fuck the Dominion of Pain! Hey, how's DPW doing? OHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!! YOU MOTHERFUCKERS!!!!!!
In the backstage area, Angel Griffin, Isidora Jansen and Rayola Davine are all talking and trying to strategize before going into their match. They all seem to be on the same page and share a hug.

Rayola Davine: We all know what we gotta do. These bitches think they are gonna run Collision, but we're gonna show them they got a big problem. TRIOCS isn't here for a fashion show, we're here to fight. Xander and Ry would say the same thing if they were here. So let's show them we have what it takes to make them proud. Let's go out there and make this the best show we can put on.

Isidora had been looking in a mirror as she heard Rayola talking. She finished adjusting her hair then looked at her. She turned to the camera and the people.

Isidora Jansen: We’ve already been showing that we can hang with anyone who has decided to step to us, but now you, Angel and I have to defend the honor of TrioCS, and once we get Ry and Xander back, then the girls fall. It’s quite simple, for now though we gotta do what we gotta do. The Kingdom will learn Lo que significa tener el cambio de poder debajo de ellas.

Rayola Davine: And that's why we aren't gonna be stopped tonight. Not by the Kingdom, not by some storm and definitely not by the Socialites tonight. Take my word for it. We're gunning for the top and the only thing that can stop us is divine intervention. Oh yea, we got that on our side too.

Rayola winks at the camera as the three of them walk off as the scene fades out.
Bianca, Danielle, and Vanessa are in their locker room when Tiffany walks in.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: The three of you ready?

Vanessa Page: Obviously, Tiff!

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Now, is not the time to be cute, V.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Don’t blow a gasket, sis. We got this.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn: Don’t get me wrong I have every confidence in the three of you but Ryleigh and her moronic goons have been a thorn in my side for months now since we crossed paths in AGW. Ryleigh can’t stand the fact that I am better than her.

“Classy” Bianca Page: We got you, Tiffany. We want this win just as badly as you do. Not just to finally shut Ryleigh up to set ourselves up to be the next challengers in line for the Trios titles after SBS gets their title shot.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Good, that is really good to hear, ladies. Let’s go do this then.

Tiffany, Vanessa, Danielle, and Bianca start to exit their locker room.

The Socialites v. Team TRIOCS (Rayola Davine & Empyreal)

Angel Griffin makes her way out and meets Bianca Page. Bianca tries to take Angel to a corner but Angel jumps into an attempt at a submission. Bianca tags in Danielle. Danielle Page runs in and gets caught in another submission attempt from Angel. Vanessa Page tags Danielle’s foot and comes in. Angel tries for a submission but Vanessa rolls into a cradle.

One!

Two!

Angel kicks out!

Vanessa tags Bianca. Bianca tags Danielle and they triple team Angel to get her down, pounding her down as the referee tries to count them out. Vanessa and Bianca step out just in time to not allow Rayola to come in to aid her partner. The Socialites continue to tag, hit and run to keep Angel in trouble until Vanesa is able to try for an O’Connor roll.

One!

Two!

Angel kicks out!

The Socialites continue to work over Angel, even going to try and goad both Rayola and Isidora into the ring. Team TRIOCS manages to maintain their composure even as Angel catches Vanessa for s surprise roll-up.

One!

Two!

Vanessa kicks out!

Angel makes the tag to Rayola and she goes around the ring, getting in shots on each Page Sister as she goes before making the tag to Isidora. Isidora comes in and does the same. Team TRIOCS sets Danielle up for a double team move when Tiffany Lynn climbs up onto the apron. With the referee distracted, Vanessa and Bianca come in with kendo sticks and crack all three members of Team TRIOCS with the sticks. Vanessa and Bianca hit Angel with the Mean Girls and then dive from the ring, taking the sticks with them. Tiffany Lynn drops to the floor as Danielle covers Angel.

One!

Two!

Three!

~Ding Ding Ding~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners...The Socialites!!!

Nick Hanson: Well, fine way to earn a victory from The Socialites!

Jim Reynolds: Stylish, right?!

Nick Hanson: Hashtag sarcasm.

Jim Reynolds: What the...you can’t verbally hashtag something!

Nick Hanson: You can’t win a match by cheating but it happens.

Jim Reynolds: Oh, you sourpuss. Look at the Page sisters! The picture of success!!

Result: Pinfall

The scene opens to show a pair of figures in hooded robes. The room they are in is dark, barely lit, making their pair appear wraith-like. A voice floats out from one of the figures.

Ashe Corvin: Have you ever heard the fable of Darth Ganja the Savage? She was a mighty warrior. She marched to the beat of her own personal war drums...

The scene fades to show Sativa’s arrival in NFW. Standing at the entrance ramp looking down into the ring at the then Women’s champion Lara Blackheart. They have the typical wrestling standoff.

Ashe Corvin: She set her sights on the top and did not back down or falter. She got what she had wanted.

The scene changes to showing her taking flight from the top rope to land the Sonic Screwdriver on Serena Frost. She then pins her, stands up, and is handed the then Women’s Title. The rest of the Kingdom came down to congratulate her.

Ashe Corvin: She got so popular and powerful she feared what everyone in her position fears. Losing that status.

The scene changes as we see Danni Anderson pinning Sativa for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Ashe Corvin: But she did not let that stop her. She went on to reclaim that prize. She didn’t let anything stop her.

We now see Sativa beating Danni winning the title back. It then shows the back and forth she had with Damon Cross.

Ashe Corvin: Even now, she continues. She plots and plans. She is always watching. Always listening to that unique double drum beat. A beat forever calling her to war.

We finally come to see highlights from Sativa’s matches. She hits all of her big moves. A montage of Sonic Screwdrivers plays out and is changed into Sativa’s grinning face. Faintly a four cadence beat plays in the background.
The screen flickers on as static is shown on the screen before the next match. As the static fades in the video shows the black garden appeared on the screen. Two women happened to be standing in the black garden as the cameraman approached. Kamila Rose turns around then looks at the camera approaching her then she looks slowly taking the hand of the woman next to her.

Ember: Tonight is my night, to take a new precious, after my previous one was taken from me. But that’s fine, he will slowly resolve my issues for me, and then I will add more to the pain, and the suffering. If only there was a way to make Dona Rotten, resee the darkness within.

She giggled as she then lifted up the second veil. Beneath the veil, stands Tia Santos, in her full on Day of the Dead gown and garb; her face fully painted in her sugar skull design as she stares coldly into the camera. She speaks in Spanish but subtitles appear across the bottom of the screen.

Tia Santos: Poor little Dona. She has ascended so high into the light that she has forgotten her way. A shadow of her former self. Tonight, she will see the error of her ways. She will realize her weakened state as she falls to a true creature of the night.

Tia squeezes Kamila’s hand, turning to her beloved with a smile creeping across her skull painted lips.Kamila then looked over at her love, as she then turned back to the camera letting her eyes go shut as she recounted her story. Kamila begins speaking Spanish, as she keeps her eyes shut.

Ember: A bull once showed his face to an ancestor and promised to be the one there to protect her, and for the longest time with my grandmother he did. Now when my grandmother died, the bull fell with her, and hence he was never heard from again. The creatures of the night showed that they were something more fierce...

Tia Santos: They...we...are the things of which nightmares are made of. However, as they say...all bad things tend to come in threes, no?

Tia smiles again; a twisted little, wicked grin as if she knows something the viewers do not. Kamila laughs as she watches carefully keeping her eyes closed as she waved off the cameraman.

Ember: The bad things do come in threes. He will correct the error of their ways, and he will bring vengeance. He is Dies Irae…

Tia Santos: And he shall collect….

The cameraman slowly moves back, giving the women the room as the shot fades to black.
Just behind the Collision Center, The Second City Riot Squad are in full force mentally preparing for their match later tonight against the Headshotz Clan. Jed Coffey is leaning against the wall with his hands up as Layla Diaz switches off shooting jabs into Coffey’s hands. Leah Aguero is adjusting her wrist tape.

Layla Diaz: Who da fuq deez piss ants anyways? Soz dey gamers? Is dat it? Slap a Z on yous name an it makes yous kool a sumtin?

Catching the attention of Leah Aguero, Leah turns to Layla Diaz as she’s still hitting Coffey’s hands.

Leah Aguero: It doesn’t matter who they are. It doesn’t matter if they slap a Z on their name. It doesn’t matter if they are gamers. It doesn’t matter if they call themselves Skillz Vendorz 2.0. None of that matters because I’m sick and tired of it all.

Leah Aguero turns her attention from the rest of the Second City Riot Squad and towards the camera catching their encounter.

Leah Aguero: That’s right. I’m sick and tired of not getting the respect that SCRS deserves. Everyone believes that the SCRS just ain’t what they used to be. The most dominant tag team in NFW history. Now we’re not even making the third string. And why is that exactly? We lose the NFW Tag Team Titles in a three way ladder match. Then we’re cast to the side? You bring us in at the start of 2021 with a trios win; a match we dominated. Then we’re cast to the side? We come up short in a chance at the Trios Champions. Man, that SCRS seems pretty lightweight right about now. Throw us in a number one contenders match against Gallus Mag just to appease us. Gallus Mag turns around and hands us our first pinfall loss since becoming a team.

Leah Aguero runs her hands over her mouth, clearly agitated by that loss.

Leah Aguero: THEY cast us to the side because we allowed them to. The Second City Riot Squad is done playing second, third or fourth fiddle in an arena we dominated. We got soft but tonight, Diaz and I are about to bring it back to what brought us to the dance. Tonight we’re set to make a statement. Blake Masters, Duke Toobum, you are but mere pawns placed before us. You are stage one of the statement that is about to come. It’s about time to put the NFW Tag Team Division on notice. Heed our warning, Diaz and I will once again run through ever tag team in this joint en route to what we deserve. We will once again become Tag Team Champions and we will do so BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY!

Layla Diaz pauses her boxing to turn around to the camera as well.

Layla Diaz: Jus like anutha set a gamers dat thought dey was hot shit, SCRS fixin ta put yous two boys down. Unlike da las time doe, we won’t be breakin’ yous hands. Dat way yous can still go back ta yous fuck boi shit. Tanite, da SCRS dat ran dis bish fa so long returns ta form. Sometimes yous jus gotta sell yous soul ta da devil. Guess wut? Da devil knockin’ an da Second City Riot Squad is fixin ta kick in dat door. Yous feel me. See yous real soon you gamer bishes.

The Second City Riot Squad collectively head back inside the arena as the show shifts back to the ring.

Kamila Rose v. Dona Rotten ©

Roger Arden announced the Genesis Championship match under the rules of the division: there was a fifteen minute limit on this match. If a fall was not recorded by the time the clock ran out, the champion would retain by default.

The bell rang and both competitors circled up in the ring. The instant they locked up, Dona Rotten reminded everyone why she took the tournament all the way to the finals and walked out with the belt in the first place, catching Kamila in an arm wringer and pulling her right into a side headlock, beginning to wrench on the neck. Kamila pushed Dona off, sending her into the ropes before running off the opposite end, herself. She went for a clothesline but Dona ducked under her arm and the ladies hit the ropes again. They both went for a shoulder tackle but Dona’s slight weight advantage gave her the advantage and Kamila hit the mat hard. The Cub seemed a little stunned and Dona sought to capitalize on it, hitting the ropes again and coming in for a Senton right across her midsection before flipping right over into a cover!

ONE!

TW--KICKOUT!

Dona wasted no time, pulling Kamila to her feet and went right to laying into her with forearms and some punches that the referee had to get in and watch closely to make sure she wasn’t throwing a closed fist. Dona showed the referee she wasn’t before she actually did throw a closed fist and the ref had to chide her for it. The crowd booed the referee before starting a “Fuck her up, Dona, fuck her up” chant. The confrontation with the ref gave Kamila the time she needed to gather herself and when Dona came back to her, she caught her in the eyes with a thumb before going in on her with her own forearms, ignoring the referee telling her to watch the ideas. She drilled Dona over and over with forearms to the jaw, as well as kneeing her in the ribs before pulling her in shortarm style and delivered an Exploder Suplex. Dona ate the mat and Kamila rolled and stacked her into a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Dona threw her hips up, exploding out of the cover and Roger Arden announced the 5 minute mark. 5 minutes passed. 10 minutes remaining in this title match! Kamila picked Dona up and took her for a ride with a chain of German Suplexes, landing three before Dona started throwing her elbow back into Kam’s head to get free. Once she managed, she spun around and went for an Irish Whip but Kam reversed it, sending Dona right into a corner where she followed up with a running splash into the corner and chained it with a Running Bulldog. Dona sat up, holding her head and Kamila hit a bit Shoot Kick right to her spine. She yelled out in pain and Kamila delivered a second kick. Again, Dona yelled out and Kamila delivered a third kick. This one seemed to snap Dona into another mindset. She opened her eyes, clenching her fists as she began to seethe with anger. Dona got up to her feet as Kamila started dishing out quicker kicks and forearms to her back until she was standing up and facing the woman. Kamila went for another kick but Dona caught it under her arm and drove her forearm down into Kam’s thigh, followed by a series of chops to the chest. Dona whipped Kamila into the ropes again and snatched her off the mat into a spinning spinebuster. She was starting to get a head of steam again until she got up to her feet and reached down to pick her opponent up but Kamila reached up and dug at Dona’s eyes. Kam got to her feet and whipped Dona into a corner, measured and charged in for a running, jumping knee strike just as Roger Arden announced 10 minutes passed - 5 minutes remaining in the match. Dona ate all of it and started to slump but Rose lifted her up onto the turnbuckle, starting to set her up for what had to be the Rose Clipper but Dona started throwing punches to the ribs to get loose. Kam was throwing shots back at her. It looked like a stalemate until Dona just headbutted Kamila square in the face and the girl toppled back, landing hard on the mat!! Dona caught her balance on the corner to keep from falling and corrected her stance. She was in prime position so the Toxic Knockout went for it: TOXICOSIS!!! Dona got all of it onto Kamila and pulled herself up to her feet. She pulled Kamila up to her feet and set her up into a half nelson lock. Kamila threw an elbow back to get out of it and caught Dona in the face. Wobbly on her feet, Kamila took a split second to clear her head then went for a discus punch to Dona but Dona gave her the juke and caught her in the half nelson again, quickly following up with the PUNK-PLEX!!! Dona throws herself over Kamila for the cover and hooks the leg!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner and STILL the NFW Genesis Champion...DONA...ROTTEN!!!!!!

“Bulletproof” by Godsmack blasted through the arena as the referee did his quick checks on the competitors. By the time he turned to ask for the title belt, Alice Chambers was already sliding into the ring with it in hand to present it to Dona herself. Dona leaned on Alice with an arm over her shoulders, raising her title up, pleased with her first defense. Alice was, too, calling for everyone to give it up for the champ before shamelessly just laying on right on her. After the liplock, Alice grinned salaciously at the camera and Dona just smirked with a shrug.

Nick Hanson: And now, most will say that Dona Rotten is “officially” a fighting champion. She has fought for and defended the title she won at Ascension two weeks ago.

Jim Reynolds: I still don’t understand how she beat Jasmine Matthews.

Nick Hanson: If they’re not in The Kingdom, you doubt them, Jim. Face it.

Jim Reynolds: I’m not doubting Dona! I just….

Nick Hanson: You had your pick and you’re steamed because they didn’t win.

Jim Reynolds: Aaaaaagghhhhhhh…. Fuck you, Nicky!

Result: Pinfall

It was a May the 4th edition of Collision, as Duke Toobun drops in the scene from the ceiling with tan tights and a brown jedi robe on, and addressed the crowd.

Duke: Hello there!

Meanwhile, Blake scoots into the scene all moody and stuff because he's dressed like Anakin.

Blake: How come you got to be Obi-Wan?

Duke: Because you don't have a fookin magnificent beard!

He said, running his hands through said beard, while Masters would groan a bit in protest.

Blake: "Whatever. Tonight we've got some wanna-be tough girls in the form of Leah Aguero and Leyla Diaz, and we're looking for a proper fight."

Duke: "And that big fucker you have out there better stay out of our way, or he's getting rekt! Tonight, we're going to show how dominant of a team we are, and that we're a real force to be reckoned with!"

They say, before doing a simultaneous dab, as the camera fades out.
The scene comes up to a backstage area where Sela-Rica Lark and Abigail Lindsey sit at a small table with a candlelight and a couple glasses of wine. Sela in a leather jacket, white shirt, jeans and boots. Abigail is wearing black leather pants, black boots and a red shirt. In almost stark contrast to her attire, Sela turns and sounds almost properly formal as she speaks.

Sela-Rica Lark: And so ends the would be legacy of Luthor's chosen champion, the Headliner. And that is now past. It's time to look to the future. Now, I'm not so gauche as to assume that we have dashed Luthor's hopes and dreams of controlling us, but he knows now that we aren't simply talk. We will back up everything we say and do. Actions require reactions and we are mistresses in both.

Sela and Abigail lift their glasses and toast.

Sela-Rica Lark: And if it wasn't obvious, we aren't finished. Not by far. We intend to do exactly everything we say, no more, no less. So here's to you, the Collision staff and roster, your hero can't defend you from us and Luthor has nothing yet to throw at us again. So in case it isn't clear, we will be doing as we please, when we choose to.

Sela and Abigail clink glasses. Both take a sip from their glass of wine before sitting the glasses down. Abigail directs her attention to the camera.

Abigail Lindsey: Does it make sense to allow everyone else to have all the fun? Of course not silly gooses. Absolutely no fun in that. Ascension II was only the beginning of Collision being sucked into a never ending playtime of our own design. Now Lu Lu... Sela and I are going to have oodles of fun playing with you most of all. It would be no fun at all if you come to the realization that controlling the two most sinister minds on the Collision is a fruitless endeavor this soon into our soiree. The more you push, the harder we are going to push back. Collateral damage will be accumulated. A culling of the roster is in all likelihood going to happen… at the rate NFW signs people, that only means more playthings for us, right Sela?

Sela nods. Abigail winks.

Abigail Lindsey: No one is going to win a war of attrition with us. You thought the reputation that follows me and Sela individually was bad? We are unstoppable together. That is the uncontroverted truth. I have never been more inspired in my life than I am right now. Lu Lu, that’s bad for you and anyone else on the Collision brand you decide to sacrifice as a pawn in this game of ours.

Sela-Rica Lark: Who indeed? Who have you not pissed off and estranged? Who would be willing to listen to any offer from you now? Let's make one thing clear: this game goes for as long as we choose to play it. Just as a storm doesn't stop until it has blown itself out of its own existence, this is a Category 6 heading your direction Luthor.

Sela giggles and sits back in her chair.

Sela-Rica Lark: And I personally am so looking forward to what you think of what we do next. Every time, it'll be something you never see coming.
Abigail Lindsey: The poem which my name was derived states, God; grant me the Serenity to accept the things I can not change. No matter what course of action you choose, it doesn't matter who you con into fighting your battle, nothing changes what is going to happen next. Once you accept how powerless you are to stop us from doing what we damn please, you will gain true serenity. Until that day comes, ta-ta for now Lu Lu.
Abigail waves goodbye to the camera as she turns to face Sela. She grabs her glass, takes another sip from it. Sela lets out her psychotic laugh as the scene fades out.

Headshotz Clan v. Second City Riot Squad

The match opens up with Diaz and Toobum, who square up with one another. Duke has the size advantage, as he lifted her up, before slamming her into the mat and grounding her with a side headlock. He wrenched her neck, but, Diaz freed herself with a headscissors. She puts pressure on his head, as Duke attempted to lift her up for a powerbomb, but, she would clip him with some blows to the head, and throws him over with a hurricanrana.

As Duke gets up to rush at her with a clothesline, Diaz countered with an arm drag. Toobum gets up to meet a dropkick to the face as the covered. 1.. 2. No! He kicked out with plenty in the tank.

Diaz would move in to tag Leah, as both hit Duke with stereo dropkicks. Aguero waits for Duke to get up as she strikes at Duke, and goes to set up a suplex, but he counters into a hangman's neckbreaker. Toobum runs to the ropes, as he catches Leah with a Lou Thesz Press. He tagged in Blake Masters, as Masters entered the ring which Duke lifted him up as they deliver a 420 leg drop to Leah. Both members of the Clan would then stand up and stoke up the crowd, before dropping a double dab which gets a pop.

As Leah gets up, Masters would hit her with a springboard cross body, and goes for a pin. 1.. 2. No! She kicked out of it. Blake goes for a thrust kick, but, Leah caught it and goes for a dragon screw to take Masters to the mat. She mounted him and goes for punches whilst he deflected them.

Masters would manage to get her off of him with a monkey flip after planting his feet on her stomach. Toobum would briefly distract the referee with some coaching, as Leah and Blake get up. Leah tried for a big roundhouse, but, Blake would drop into a splits and then part the red sea with a straight punch to the cooter. He would then roll her up in a small package. However, before the referee turned around, Coffey would scoot in and help push Leah over so she reversed the pin onto Blake, as the ref counted the pin. 1.. 2.. no! Very narrow escape by Masters!

Aguero would get up, as would Masters. He tried a high spinning heel kick, but, she ducked and Leah plants Masters with a Michinoku Driver. She would move to Leyla and tagged her in, as Diaz heads to the top rope to stalk Masters. She leapt off for a diving cross body, but, Masters leapt up to connect with the Shoryuken! He goes for a pin on her. 1.. 2.. no! Big kickout by Diaz!

Masters would pull Leyla in for a tag to Duke, as he dropped her down into a Catapult position. He then propelled Diaz up, as Duke rocketed in with a springboard dropkick, as he goes for a cover, but Coffey would grab Duke's ankle and pulled him off when he gets to a 2 count. Both members of the Clan give out to him, as Leyla has time to recover. She would hit a basement dropkick to Duke's knee, as she gets him to Leah to make a tag. She sets Leah up with a knee to the midsection, before Diaz rushed over to tackle Masters off the apron while Coffey has him distracted. Leah would then set up the kill, as she hits the Endgame on Duke and goes for the pin. 1.. 2.. 3!

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz...the SECOND...CITY...RIOT SQUAD!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Looks like the hometown girls still got it, Nicky!!

Nick Hanson: Sure do, Jim. Grit. Skills. Dirty tactics.

Jim Reynolds: Oh stop being a square!

The Second City Riot Squad celebrate in the ring, as they make their exit while mocking their opponents as they exit.

The Second City Riot Squad have left the ring, leaving Headshotz Clan alone. Suddenly "I Like It Heavy" by Halestorm plays. Sela comes out driving a motorcycle. Not too far behind on her very own motorcycle is Abigail Lindsay. The crowd boos knowing their intentions are evil.

Nick Hanson: Aw now what the hell are these two doing out here?

Jim Reynolds: God bless ‘em. Look how they rock it on those bikes! Mmmmm-MMM!!!

Nick Hanson: Good god, get a grip, will you?

Both women circle the ring on their bikes, trapping Blake and Duke inside. Abigail stops on one side. Sela blocks the path from the ring to the entrance ramp. Sela brings with her a barbed wire baseball bat. Abigail has a steel chain clenched in her hand.

Nick Hanson: Wait a minute, now. What are they doing?

Jim Reynolds: No idea! Let’s watch! Who’s got popcorn?!

Blake tries to prevent Sela from entering the ring. Duke makes the mistake of being close enough to where Abigail’s chain connects with his leg. Blake hears his partners scream, turns around. This gives Sela the opportunity to slide in the ring. She drives the barbed wire into his back. Blake drops to his knees. Abigail slides in the ring. Duke manages to get out the way of Abigail crashing the chain directly on him. Abi stands there, waiting for Duke to get up. He notices Sela looking to bring the barbed wire bat down on Blake. Duke sacrifices himself, covering Blake, taking the brunt of the shot.

The heat from the crowd goes. Why isn’t anyone coming out to stop this? Abigail walks over to wrap the chain around Duke’s neck, she pulls back. Duke is trying to get out of the predicament. He is completely helpless. With no fight left, Abi rolls Duke off of Blake. She makes sure to stomp Blake in the crotch.

Nick Hanson: And a shot to the groin from Abigail Lindsey to Blake Masters! This is completely uncalled for! What the hell are Sela and Abigail even doing this for?!

Jim Reynolds: Maybe it’s National Beat The Shit Out Of A Nerd Day. Say, if that’s the case, c’mere Nicky!

Nick Hanson: I swear on my life, I will friggin punch you.

Jim Reynolds: It’s not National Punch A Stud Day.

The crowd groans. Poor Blake. Sela finally wails away at Blake with the barewire baseball bat. Abi pulls a pair of handcuffs from her boots, Sela rolls Blake over. Abi handcuffs him. Propping him up, Sela drives a boot into his face. Both women walk over to Duke. Sela drives the barbed wire bat into his face. Blood begins to flow. Sela flashes a smirk on her face.

Abi skips over to climb the ropes. Duke is helped into position so Abigail can connect with SERENITY NOW. Both women help Duke over to the ropes so Sela can apply Playtimes Over.

Blake, helpless, is powerless enough to stop it.

The crowd is not shy in showing their displeasure of what Abigail and Sela have done.

Having made their point, "I Like It Heavy" plays.

Abigail and Sela leave. They get on their motorcycles and drive away.

Nick Hanson: Well, I hope Lark and Lindsey are happy with what they’ve done!

Jim Reynolds: I’m sure they are, I know I am!

Nick Hanson: Can we get some help out here for Duke and Blake? C’mon, this is no way to be treated. They wrestled a great match; albeit they didn’t come up with the win. They didn’t deserve this at all!

The cameras settle on the Headshotz Clan, laid out on the mat as referees come to administer a check.

Result: Pinfall

We cut backstage to the locker room belonging to Sylvia Lopez and we see the Bellevue Banshee pacing back and forth while pulling at her hair while Ronnie Lester is leaning against the wall with his arms folded while Damon Cross is sitting down a short distance from the two.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia is still confused! Sylvia does not understand!

Ronnie Lester: What’s eatin’ ya, Timber?

Lopez turns her attention to The Wicked One.

Sylvia Lopez: That Mevy woman! Sylvia does not understand what she wants!

Damon Cross: She seems to have some kind of infatuation with you. But so long as she does not interfere in your business, I see no need to stress about it.

Lopez cocks her head to the side as she listens to Cross and a puzzled look comes across her face.

Sylvia Lopez: Infatuation with me?!

She begins to shake her head and pulls at her hair even harder.

Sylvia Lopez: No! Sylvia cannot be loved like that! Sylvia can never have the same love that you and Danni have! Or how Ronnie and Nera have! Sylvia refuses to allow it!

At this, Damon rises, his title put aside, and walks over to his friend.

Damon Cross: This is not love we’re talking about. It’s infatuation. If I were to make a guess, I think Mevy believes that she has a use for you. What it is… well, I couldn’t guess. My suggestion is that you be careful. Ronnie and I will try to keep an eye on things too.

There is a pause, then Damon places a hand gently on Sylvia’s shoulder.

Damon Cross: And love IS possible for you. Don’t start doubting that.

Ronnie Lester: Who knows, maybe she pulled head from ass and is actually tryin’ to learn from her past fuck ups just like we did.

Lopez still doesn’t appear to understand what is going on, however she suddenly perks up as she looks over to Cross.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia needs to focus on tonight! Sylvia is facing another member of the Kingdom! The very Kingdom that will burn to ashes at my hands!

Ronnie Lester: Group does seem to like to play, don't they?

The Bellevue Banshee smiles brightly and applauds briefly but after a few moments, the smile fades and she begins to seethe a little.

Sylvia Lopez: They messed with Sylvia’s family! They hurt you both! Sylvia must make them pay! It started with Cane at Ascension! And it continues tonight against Nevaeh!

Damon Cross: That’s what we like to hear.

Lopez smiles again.

Sylvia Lopez: Deus Lo Vult!

Ronnie Lester: Deus Lo Vult!

A slight smile forms on Cross’ face.

Damon Cross: Deus Lo Vult.

A now giddy and fired up Lopez, who is bouncing up and down a little, makes her way towards the locker room door followed by Lester and Cross as we cut elsewhere.
We open up in a familiar setting, with a worn down, torn circus tent in the background of a desolate area. We zoom in on the tent and go inside of structure where we see various people walking around with a buzz around them and a spotlight shines in the middle of the circus tent and there we see three people standing, three familiar people, Ringmaster, Ringmistress, and their newest addition, Mr. Gigglesworth. Ringmaster turns around first and grins widely as he pounds his cane on the ground with an echoing thud and Ringmistress turns around next with a smile and giggles as she jumps up and down with excitement. Ringmaster pounds his cane once again Gigglesworth turns around, head cocked to the side with a sadistic smile on his face.

Ringmaster: Morgan Payne, a woman worthy of the championship she still holds. That woman faced her fears and came out on top in our encounter. She fought like hell to hold onto something she holds near and dear to her heart. I applaud her, I really do.

The three of them applaud in unison for a few moments before stopping and Ringmistress steps forward.

Ringmistress: But, that leaves leaves my master with nothing to do do. That makes me sad sad. I do have someone that seems seems really fun fun for us to play with though! Maybe we will find find out who it is soon enough!

Ringmaster: But for now, we have a show to put on here at our demented circus. Tata for now, lovelies.

Gigglesworth laughs and waves like a lunatic as Ringmaster pounds his cane on the ground once again and the scene goes black.

Sylvia Lopez v. Sativa Nevaeh

The bell sounds and a frantic Sylvia charges right at Sativa and this catches the former World Champion off guard as Sylvia takes Sativa down to the mat and she starts to rain down lefts and rights. Sylvia rolls off of Sativa and screams like a mad woman before picking Sativa up and sending her into the corner. Sylvia charges in and delivers a corner splash. She then kicks the legs out from under Sativa and backs up. Sylvia charges in and goes for a cannonball senton in the corner, but Sativa rolls out of the way and Sylvia crashes into the turnbuckles. Sativa gets to her feet and picks Sylvia up and sends her into the ropes. Sylvia rebounds off the ropes and as she does, Sativa delivers a standing dropkick before grabbing Sylvia and looking to lock in an ankle lock, but Sylvia scrambles and pulls herself out of the ring and to the floor. Sativa gets up to her feet and hits the ropes and goes for a tope suicida, but Sylvia meets her with a right forearm shot. Sylvia then hops up onto the apron and she delivers a hanging DDT to Sativa on the apron! Sylvia grabs Sativa and rolls her back into the ring and she grabs the hand of Sativa and does a Finger Break! Sativa grasps at her hand, rolling around in pain. Sylvia grins and hops up and down for joy before picking Sativa up and she delivers a headbutt to the midsection before delivering a spike DDT to Sativa. Sylvia hooks the leg, but only manages a two count on Sativa.

Sylvia picks Sativa back up and sends her into the corner once again. Sylvia charges in and delivers a running knee strike to Sativa who falls into the corner. Sylvia once again backs up and gets herself a running start before hitting Sativa with a cannonball senton this time. Sylvia picks Sativa up and delivers a straightjacket neckbreaker before going for another cover and at two, Sativa catches Sylvia and goes for a pin of her own and gets a two count. Sylvia is first to her feet, but Sativa dodges a spin kick and she delivers a knee lift to Sylvia that stuns her before Sativa grabs Sylvia and delivers a Northern Lights Suplex and bridges up for a pin, but only gets a two count. Sativa though gets up to her feet and she delivers The Sundering of Narsil. Sativa then climbs to the top rope and she goes for The Sonic Screwdriver, but Sylvia rolls out of the way and Sativa manages to roll through the move and Sylvia immediately grabs Sativa and locks in the Lopez Lock! Sativa struggles and fights and breaks the leg scissors and floats over into a cover and manages to get the three count on Sylvia.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, SATIVA...NEVAEH!!

Jim Reynolds: BEHOLD!! HAHAHAHA!!!

Nick Hanson: And the former World Champion picks up the victory but Sylvia Lopez doesn’t look too accepting abou--HEY, WATCH OUT!

Jim Reynolds: WHOA, HEY NOW!!!

As Sativa has her hand raised in victory though. Sylvia comes from behind and takes Sativa down and she mounts Sativa and starts the beatdown on the former champion. It doesn’t take long for Morgan Payne to come charging down the ring and pull Sylvia off of Sativa. Sylvia scrambles up to her feet but Morgan runs in and delivers Tastes Like Timbaland Boot, Bitch! She helps Sativa up to her feet and the two of them begin a two on one beatdown on Sylvia.

Nick Hanson: Aw, c’mon now! Payne saved Sativa but this is uncalled for. It’s two on one!!

Jim Reynolds: Some lessons gotta be learned the hard way, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: What lesson is that?!

Jim Reynolds: Don’t fuck with The Ki--what the hell?!

As this is happening, Ronnie Lester comes charging down the ramp, steel chair in hand and slides into the ring as Morgan and Sativa roll out of the ring with smirks on their faces. Ronnie checks on Sylvia but the Bellevue Banshee is so heated from the attack that, once she’s gathered her senses, she tries to go through the middle and bottom ropes at the two Kingdom members while Ronnie holds her back.

Nick Hanson: And Sylvia Lopez isn’t done! She wants a fight!

Jim Reynolds: Well, ya can’t fix crazy, Nicky! Go on Ronnie, let her at them! She’ll learn! Maybe.

Ronnie finally manages to calm Sylvia down enough to keep her from trying to get at Sativa and Morgan while the two woman stand up on the stage, taunting and goading her on. Ronnie helps Sylvia to her feet inside the ring and shakes his head at Nevaeh and Payne. He points a finger at them while Sylvia leans on the ropes, wild eyed and dares them to come back to the ring. Sativa and Morgan look at each other, laughing and disappear through the tunnel, leaving Ronnie and Sylvia to recollect themselves.

Nick Hanson: I don’t think we’ve seen the last exchange between these four!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, I’m always down to see The Kingdom throw a beating on some idiots!

Nick Hanson: Yeah, we may see about that…..

Result: Pinfall

We cut to the back with Collision’s newest interviewer Ami Fitzsimmons as she stands outside one of the private locker rooms, awaiting the man she’s meant to be interviewing. She notices the nearby camera and offers a sweet smile.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Hello, hello! Welcome to my first-ever interview on Episode 96 of Collision! My name is Ami Fitzsimmons, lover of life, music, and the beauties of the world. You may also know me as Ollie Linkoln’s waifu.

A soft giggle escapes her while a blush touches her cheeks. She clears her throat and brushes at her spring dress with a smile.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Ah, right now, I’m currently waiting for my first… interviewee? Guest? Collision star? I’ll figure out the right way to address them for future interviews!

The locker room door suddenly swings open and there is Matt Shields, clad in a pair of black shorts with small skulls and a bit of blood splatter all over, black boots, and no shirt, holding his kendo stick in his right hand and a red balloon in the other. He smirks and holds the red balloon up in front of the smaller Ami.

Matt Shields: Would you like a balloon, little girl?

Before she can react, he snatches it back, pops it and starts laughing. She jumps with a bit of surprise from the pop! He then grabs her hand, yanks her into the room and forces her to do a little twirl for him before he strolls over to a large black full body recliner. He sits back and starts it up as he motions to another recliner beside him.

Matt Shields: Come come, sit down.

He motions towards the other chair, then slaps his hand on the arm rest.

Matt Shields: NOW!

Ami Fitzsimmons: Y-yes sir! Yes sir!

The French-English woman immediately takes a seat on the other recliner, awkwardly shuffling with the side to raise the leg rest. She flattens her dress and folds her hands on her lap.

Ami Fitzsimmons: So, um… We’re two weeks after the pay-per-view event, Ascension II. How are you feeling, Monsieur Shields?

Shields looks over at her and starts laughing as he claps his hands together a few times.

Matt Shields: Yes sir. Monsieur? Straight to the god damn point? Finally we got a fucking professional around here.

Shields starts nodding his head and smiling as he looks over at Ami, who seems genuinely surprised by his… compliment? She’ll consider it that, while he presses on.

Matt Shields: I like you. From now on, you are my interviewer. When we’re done here, you go and tell Callaway that I said, Josh never fucking talks to me again. It’s either the little Frenchie-- that’s you-- or nobody.

Ami Fitzsimmons: O-oui monsieur.

Fitzsimmons is rather oblivious to his label. Shields continues to nod and claps a few more times.

Matt Shields: Back to the question, though. How am I feeling after Ascension two, electric motherfucking boogaloo? NOT GOOD! That’s why I had these brought in. See I was gonna be here no matter what. If I got to bludgeon some silly motherfucker in a match, great, if not, well I would just sit back and relax.

Sit back and relax, indeed. Ami’s left hand moves up to lightly brush a few strands of her dyed blonde hair behind her ear.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Well… it is good to be prepared. Now some people say your match with Mademoiselle Maki at Ascension II was… well, quite controversial with the surprise appearance of “Daniela”. Some speculate that the war between you two is far from over. Can you confirm or deny the speculation, Monsieur Shields?

Matt Shields: Yea, her creepy little demonic alter ego showing up was what made it controversial. It wasn’t her needing her wife to distract me. She got the job done though. It took two extra hands and a personality shift, but she managed to score a victory. Good for you Maki.

He mockingly starts to clap for her victory, then sort of half laughs, half grunts.

Matt Shields: You won and you have earned something that I do not give lightly or freely. You, Maki, have earned… a reprieve. You can run along now and go after one of those shiny little trinkets that everyone around here is so obsessed with.

Collision’s new interviewer tilts her head in confusion.

Ami Fitzsimmons: You’re… not interested in championship gold, Monsieur Shields? You’re a multi-time World Champion. You don’t want to broaden your horizons?

Matt Shields: I’m going to forgive that since you are new here. Every one of those titles had something that NONE of the little tin plates on scrap leather around here possess. Those titles, they had that divine spark. They spoke to me, and I understood them. These so called titles in NFW, they lack that. These so called championships have no soul, and that makes them worthless to me.

Shields stops and shakes his head, then scoffs slightly before he picks up his kendo stick.

Matt Shields: It’s alright though. It has freed me up to do what I truly do best. It has allowed me the chance to pursue that most wonderful of feelings. It has left me with the chance to cause violence, carnage, bloodshed, and misery. So Maki with her reprieve, can join Cross, Payne, and Rotten in the knowledge that they are the only ones currently free from my gaze. I don’t want your worthless, soulless belts. I want blood, I want violence, and I want it next Collision..

He stops and starts tapping the kendo stick on the ground. He speeds up, rapidly tapping it on the floor before he stops and brings the tip up under his chin.

Matt Shields: I am a multi-time World champion. I am a bona-fide main eventer. I am a proven draw and a hot commodity. That’s why I don’t need one of those gaudy fucking paper weights that some people are carrying around, in order to make people remember me. My legacy in this company is going to be written in blood, using broken bones. Now do you have any more questions or do you wanna tell the camera fuck to go bye bye, climb over into this chair and let the real fun begin?

He looks over at her as he raises his eyebrows while licking his lips.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Excusez-moi?

She expresses a mixture of disgust and bewilderment. He then bites the air and smirks.

Matt Shields: Or he can stay. We could probably make some real good fucking money off of that. I know a few people that would go nuts watching you play with my big thick stick. Come on, Blondie. I know you French girls like that real freaky shit.

He brings his kendo stick up to the arm of her chair as he darts his tongue back and forth. The second he rises from his recliner? She jumps out of hers and scrambles towards the door.

Ami Fitzsimmons: You’ll have to excuse me, Monsieur Shields. I have to meet with my husband. Have a goodnight!

As polite as ever, even when she’s in a bit of a panic. She offers a jumbled smile before she retreats from his “lair” without hesitation. Shields just sits back in his chair laughing as he reaches down and grabs a beer from a nearby cooler. He cracks it open and takes a sip when he notices the cameraman is still there.

Matt Shields: You’re not getting the same offer she did fucko. I only swing one fucking way, so I would suggest you scamper off like blondie. Either that I shove this kendo stick right up your fucking piss slit.

The cameraman quickly turns and exits as we fade to black.
Tren Descarrilado: Here lately, it seems some of you see me as some kind of fucking joke.

The large Mexican man strolls into frame, followed by the smaller frame of his wife, Katelin.

Tren Descarrilado: Tonight, I been booked in something called a fucking Chicago Street Fight against that insufferable bitch Cass Baumer.

His muscles flexed involuntarily, his jaw setting like stone, until his wife put her hand on his arm, shushing softly. She strokes his arm gently, speaking softly until he exhales and turns back to the camera.

Tren Descarrilado: I don't give a fuck about that tonight. No. What I'm going to talk about tonight is something much more important.

The Train Wreck turns toward the camera, face lowered to the ground.

Tren Descarrilado: Tonight I'm going to talk about overcoming adversity. Congenital Analgesia, in my case. But it ain't just that. Everyone in this business has had to overcome something. A mental issue. Physical disability. Fears.

He raises his head, a violent grin on his face. He clenches his fists as Katelin crosses her arms over her chest, face set like stone.

Tren Descarrilado:] Or in some people's case… themselves. Ain't that right Baumer?

Rage fills the face of the man known as the Train Wreck as he bears his teeth.

Tren Descarrilado: You had to overcome yourself, didn't you? A horrible reputation for an equally horrible human being. So you stopped. You tried to turn over a new leaf. Be a better person.

Tren slams his fist down on the table in front of him, denting the metal in front of the camera with a scream of pure hatred.

Tren Descarrilado: PEOPLE DON'T FUCKING CHANGE! You can try as hard as you want. You can bury the worst parts of yourself way deep down inside your soul, but it's a fucking poison, bitch!

Katelin says nothing, stepping back, eyes wide, not in fear, but intensity.

Tren Descarrilado: That's what makes you wrong. That's what makes me better than you. You let the facade crack, little bits of your psychosis slipping out when it best suits you. Not me. I don't wear a smile and flaunt being a good person. I am a monster. I've embraced myself. What I am. What I do. I am untethered. Unhinged. Unbound. I AM EXACTLY WHAT I CLAIM TO BE!

He snarls, tearing away the Tren Descarrilado shirt he wears to reveal another underneath. As the fabric gives way, it reveals a black tee with eight colored silhouettes standing before the super imposed image of the Castle.

Tren Descarrilado: I AM THE MAN WHO FEELS NO PAIN! I AM YOUR WORST FUCKING NIGHTMARE! I AM THE EXECUTIONER! THE ENFORCER! THE TRAIN WRECK! THE HARDCORE ICON OF NFW! And you, Hashtag Baumer? Former reporter. Current bitch? You've instigated me for the last fucking time. You will kneel, you will beg, and most importantly?

Tren stands behind Katelin, putting a hand on each of her shoulders as both of them stare intensely into the camera.

Tren Descarrilado: You will Behold the fucking Kingdom.

Katelin Descarrilado: And you will be annihilated.

The camera fades to black as the two walk out of frame.

Cass Baumer v. Tren Descarrilado

The main event kicked off before it...well...really even kicked off. “Hate Train” by Metallica blasted through the arena as Katelin Descarrilado began to announce her husband Tren, as she usually did. In the middle of this, the cameras moved backstage where Tren was seen coming down the hall towards the Gorilla position. He starts approaching the steps to the tunnel, just passing by a construction scaffolding when all of a sudden, a mess of crates come CRASHING down on him from above!!! It catches him off guard enough to knock the man to the floor but his body’s inability to register pain leaves him more confused than anything. About as much as the commentators as they start to wonder what’s going on before the camera swings up to the top of the scaffolding to show...CASS BAUMER!! She starts climbing down from the structure as Tren gets to his feet. He just makes it vertical when she gets halfway down and just throws herself off, diving backwards right into the Kingdom’s Enforcer. Cass scrambles up to her feet and starts throwing some of the random, scattered stuff she knocked down, at Tren. Safety cones, empty crates. Tren brings his hands up to block the onslaught of flying objects as he gets to his feet. He lunges at Cass who gives the big man the juke and kicks him in the back of the knee before goading him into a chase. A quick cut to ringside shows Senior Official James Greer sliding out of the ring and sprinting up the walkway and going right through the tunnel, behind him, Katelin Descarrilado attempts to keep up.

The cameras catch up with Tren as he bursts through a set of double doors into the boiler room area. He starts moving through the dimly lit area of the arena like a stalking killer, calling out for Cass to show herself. Once again, Cass comes out of nowhere, seemingly from above as she jumps down right onto Tren’s back. The sudden weight on his back brings him to a knee and Cass wraps a length of chain around his throat, cinching it tight, trying to choke him out. Tren pulls at the chain while struggling to get up to his feet. He soon does, lifting Cass up onto his back in a piggy back ride she really didn’t intend on getting. Tren runs backwards into the nearest wall, pancaking Cass between it and himself. He does his twice...three times, until Cass slumps off of him. She still has hold of the chain with one hand, but Tren uses this to an advantage, pulling the chain off of his neck and yanks Cass into a modified short-arm clothesline that knocks her inside out right on the concrete floor. He then picks her up and rams her into the wall again before throwing her back through the boiler room doors. In fact, she almost goes slam into the referee and Katelin as they catch up to the carnage. Katelin realizes her man has the advantage finally as Tren comes right through the doors, snarling with rage. She starts putting the boots to Cass, herself, much to the chagrin of the crowd watching on the tron screen. Senior Official Greer tries to show some integrity and, despite the No DQ stipulation, attempts to call Katelin off of Cass. It works somewhat, but only because Katelin turns and gets in his face, reminding him of the rules as Tren pulls Cass up to her feet, asking her how bad she thinks she is now. He lifts her up over his shoulders and delivers a brutal Firemen’s Carry Gutbuster. He pulls Cass back up to her feet and she starts trying to fight back again, throwing full on punches to the man’s jaw but he just shakes them off and throws her across a table, knocking it’s miscellaneous contents all over the hallway floor. Cass makes it up to all fours, crawling on her hands and knees as Tren and Katelin give chase to her. She finds a door - one of the community locker rooms - and stumbles through it.

Tren goes barging through the door to the locker room, in hot pursuit of his opponent. He looks around in one direction but doesn’t see her. He turns around and gets BLASTED by a cloud of white dust out of a fire extinguisher. It does little but leave Tren unable to see clearly as he comes storming forward out of the cloud but WHAM!! Cass follows up, just swinging the fire extinguisher itself and knocks him right upside the head with it. Tren goes down as Katelin comes through the locker room door next and Cass gives her a little taste of the anti-inflammatory spray as well. It does enough that Cass is able to just run forward and check Katelin into the wall. Meanwhile, Tren starts getting up to his feet and Cass knocks him over the back with the fire extinguisher. He staggers from it but seems otherwise unphased. That hit to the head has him looking a little groggy though. Tren sees Katelin reeling from Cass’ counterattack and goes into full-on rage mode. He rushes forward, through a third cloud of spray and blitzes Cass back out into the hallway. He comes running at her again and she just barely makes it out of the way before he runs smack dab into the wall. Once again, Cass leads Tren on a chase or perhaps she’s just trying to get away from him at this point. Nobody can really be sure. The cameras follow Cass and Tren through another set of doors and they’re suddenly out in the front reception area of the arena where fans get their concession treats. The upclose sight of the main event contestants, however, gets their attention and there’s pops all around. The referee tries to keep everyone back and clear of the two as they engage again. This time, Cass shoots in low for Tren’s legs, going for a takedown but the man sprawls and catches her around the waist. He lifts her up for a powerbomb, looking to slam her right on the hard tile floor but Cass wriggles free and reverses it into a DDT. Again, Tren looks like that one took it out of him a bit. Cass finally goes for a cover but it’s a--

ONE!

TWO!

AND KICKOUT!

Tren sits up, shaking his head to clear the stars, telling Cass she’s gonna have to bring more if she even wants to survive. As he’s sitting up, the Headliner locks an arm around his throat, going for a rear naked choke. Tren makes it up to his feet again, struggling to get Cass off. He goes to back himself into a pillar, like he did the wall earlier but Cass scouts it and plants her foot against it, pushing off and causing Tren to stagger forward. He staggers all around, finally stumbling through the double glass doors and taking them out front of the arena. Tren finally reaches back and catches Cass by her jacket and yanks her overhead, thumping her against the concrete and knocking the wind out of her. Tren pauses to get some air back into his lungs then goes to just stomp his boot down onto Cass but she rolls out of the way. Tren goes to pick her up and Cass throws a blatant low blow with her forearm but...Tren doesn’t even flinch. Cass almost looks to be thinking “oh give me a break” as Tren just laughs and starts throwing plain old boxing shots at her. Cass stumbles back against the arena’s front entrance security fence. Tren steps in and goes for a big boot, possibly looking to put her head through the bars but Cass moves and Tren’s leg goes through them instead. Cass grabs the door to the gate and swings it as hard as she can, slamming it into Tren and knocking him to the ground from the impact. Cass looks to cripple Tren as much as she can and reaches through the bars, bending his leg inward and weaving his foot through another set of the bars, essentially anchoring his leg in place. She then sits back on the ground and uses her feet, pushing against Tren’s leg almost as if she’s trying to break it around the bars. Tren uses his other leg, however and has just enough reach to drive his heel into Cass’ stomach to stop her. She sits up, slumping forward and Tren’s able to grab her by the hair and start slamming her head against the bars until finally letting her go and starting to try and free his leg. Tren moves over where Cass is laying dazed and just plants a hand on her torso, calling for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Cursing aloud, Tren picks Cass up onto her feet and once again picks her up for a powerbomb - no, a buckle bomb against the fence! Before he can throw her, however, she musters up her resilience again and this time counters into a hurricanrana, sending Tren running right into it. Once again, Cass makes it up to her feet and goads Tren into advancing on her and the two start making it out into the parking lot. They fight their way around the outside of the arena, slowly making their way around to the back where they’re now being followed by fans outside with their phones out. Cass makes it to the back of the building where she starts grabbing pieces from what’s obviously the trash pickup area against the back of the building and throwing shit in Tren’s way. Empty boxes, broken equipment crates, what have you. Anything to slow Tren down so she can gather her next strategy. This takes her up the fire escape where she begins climbing as fast as she can, pain racking her body. Tren makes it to the ladder and starts climbing up behind her, much swifter as he has no clue what condition his body might be in. The most he feels is a little tired. Cass almost makes it to the top before Tren grabs her by the foot and starts pulling. She shakes her foot loose and starts kicking Tren in the head to slow him down. Cass finally makes it up to the lower platform and crawls a bit before pulling herself up on the railing. Tren’s right there behind her, climbing up and cutting her off from going anywhere but higher up. Cass backs against the railing at the other end as Tren takes a couple steps forward, laughing that he’s finally got her where he wants her. Cass appears to be considering her options. Climb higher and take the fight to the roof or stand her ground and fight there. Cass’ face turns from worried to defiant. Determined. Almost angry. On the ground, Katelin Descarrilado catches back up to the fight, still showing traces of the fire extinguisher in her hair and on her clothes. She looks up at the fire escape, just in time, yelling at Tren to be careful but to take the bitch out. Tren takes just a split second to look down at his wife and Cass comes CHARGING!! Yelling bloody murder, Cass drives her body into Tren, using the brief distraction to catch him off guard. The Headliner pushes The Man Who Feels No Pain back, back, back until….they both go toppling over the edge of the fire escape. Katelin screams. The fans let out a collective cry of shock as both wrestlers drop an easy twenty feet and go CRASHING into a dumpster!! The two lid covers smash inward as Cass and Tren’s falls are cushioned by the contents inside.

The fans gathered outside have a Holy Shit chant going on as Katelin runs to the dumpster to check on her husband. James Greer, the Senior Official runs up to check on both competitors. There’s broken boxes and busted bottles inside and both wrestlers look to be completely out of it. James Greer shakes his head...and he throws up the X. To hell with it, this match is over! Katelin looks at the referee, a little bewildered at his decision as Tren starts coming to. However, the referee has made his decision and is calling this one.


Tren pulls himself out of the dumpster, bleeding from the back due to landing on broken glass and god knows what else. He stops to catch his breath for a moment as Katelin comes to check on him. Tren appears livid when he learns that the match has been stopped but it doesn’t mean he’s gonna stop fighting. He reaches into the dumpster and pulls a groggy, almost unconscious Cass Baumer out, telling her he ain’t done with her. Tren and Katelin start laying into the Headliner again, 2 on 1, as the fans standing by throw jeers and boos at them. Arena security are trying to push the fans back to get them out of the restricted area. The referee is trying to back Tren and Katelin off but they keep shoving him aside.

Nick Hanson: Okay, this has to be stopped. The match is over. Somebody needs to get Tren and Katelin away from Cass!

Jim Reynolds: These idiot fans need to get out of the employee parking area! Why’d they come through the fence?!

Nick Hanson: Security is handling that, Jim, but we need more officials out here to break this up!

Jim Reynolds: Maybe Cass’ll consider this a lesson before she decides to open her damn mouth, next time!

Nick Hanson: Hey wait a minute, who the hell is--? FINALLY!! HERE COMES THE CAVALRY!!!

The fans outside suddenly start to pop as the camera swings around just in time to see the back door of the arena flying open and DAMON CROSS comes running to the scene! He runs full speed ahead and barrels into Tren, just shoving him away from Cass just as he’s about to bring a trash can down on her. Tren goes stumbling and Damon moves in and gets in Katelin’s way, ripping a broomstick out of her hand and tossing it. She tries to get around Damon, demanding he get out of the way but Damon pushes her back as well, yelling at her to back the hell off and says they’re crossing a line. Tren comes over and grabs Damon by the shoulder, bowing up on him but the World Heavyweight Champion doesn’t budge an inch. He bows right back up to Tren and tells him to get a hold of himself and leave Cass alone. The referee takes this time to get Cass away from danger. Damon’s standing his ground, arguing with Tren and Katelin still. It starts getting physical and turns into a shoving match between the two men. Damon shoves Tren hard out of frame before Katelin spins Damon towards her and SLAPS him across the face. Words continue to fly and Katelin swings on Damon again but he catches her by the wrist, warning her not to lay a damn hand on him again. Just as he lets her go, Katelin looks to the side, sees something coming and dives back out of the way. Tren Descarrilado SLAMS into Damon Cross like a freight train, sending him to the ground!!

Nick Hanson: OH!!! LOOK OUT NOW!!!

Jim Reynolds: Don’t get in the way of the Train Wreck or you might become part of it!!

Nick Hanson: These two are going at it now!! We need more security!!

More precisely, Tren’s throwing axe handles across Damon’s back while Damon throws punches into Tren’s sides but Tren clearly has the upper hand and he is PISSED!! He moves from fists to knees, driving them into Damon’s midsection and further softening the man up. Finally, Tren lifts Damon up onto his shoulders and BUCKLE BOMBS him into the front side of the dumpster!! Damon SLAMS into the dumpster, denting the side of it in a bit.

Nick Hanson: GOOD, GOD!!!! JUST THROWN INTO THE SIDE OF THE DUMPSTER LIKE A SACK OF SPUDS!!!

Jim Reynolds: That’s how the Train Wreck does, Nicky!! It’s why they call him the Worst Fucking Nightmare!!

It looks as if Tren’s about done before he turns and spots something and decides to come over, grabbing Damon. He pulls the groggy man to his feet and walks him over to the literal parking area where the traveling roster members have their rental cars while local staff have their personal vehicles. Katelin follows Tren and Damon before calling her husband over to a specific car, pointing at the parking pass in the windshield with a wicked little grin on her face. It’s Cass Baumer’s! Tren picks Damon up again and POWERBOMBS him onto the hood, denting it in. Damon groans out in pain but Tren isn’t done juuuuust yet, and climbs up onto the hood with him. Katelin starts yelling and cheering for him to do it.

Jim Reynolds: I think Damon Cross is about to learn a hard lesson, Nicky! You don’t get between a wolf and his meat!

Nick Hanson: What the hell are these two doing now?! We gotta get someone out here to stop this!!! NOW!!

Tren picks Damon up into a wheelbarrow hold on top of the roof of the car and tucks him in, delivering a brutal END OF THE LINE right through the WINDSHIELD!!

Nick Hanson: GOOD MERFICUL GOD!! Damon Cross was just sent headfirst through the windshield!!

Jim Reynolds: That’s gonna be one hell of an Enterprise bill!!

Nick Hanson: To hell with the car bill!! How about the well being of our world champion!! We need some help out here, NOW!!

Tren Descarrilado climbs off of the car, leaving Damon Cross to just lie there in the mess of broken glass, half in - half out of the windshield. The Hardcore Icon is battered and bloody; blood running down his face, chest and back but his eyes are wild as he raises his arms and lets out a roar as the credits start to roll. Collision goes off the air - the main event at a no contest, but the Man Who Feels No Pain, stands triumphant all the same….