NFW Collision #97 - Chicago, IL! 05/18/2021!

Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, hello, good evening and welcome to NFW Collision! Have we got a show for you tonight!

Jim Reynolds: Bring on the ass kicking, Nicky! We got all sorts of shit going down tonight!

Nick Hanson: That we do. We’ve got our Main Event, we’ll see World Heavyweight Champion, Damon Cross take on The Queen of the Kingdom, The Fanged Rose, Jasmine Matthews. Furthermore, we’ll see his associates of The Crusade, Ronnie Lester and Sylvia Lopez taking on a pair of the Queen’s subjects, The Regulators. That’s Marilyn Matthews, formerly known as Sativa Nevaeh and reigning Silver Mountain Champion, Morgan Payne.

Jim Reynolds: The Kingdom’s gonna lay down a pair of beatings tonight, Nick! Mark my words!

Nick Hanson; Well, it’s definitely gonna be violent, for sure. We’ll also be seeing the Genesis Championship on the line as Dona Rotten defends against Rayola Davine of Team TRIOCS, AND, we’ll see who will challenge for that title at Reckoning Day III here in our opening contest under triple threat rules. Katie Anderson, Katelin Descarrilado and the debuting Etsuko Mitsuzaka will vie for that opportunity here in a moment. We’ll also be hearing from General Manager Luthor Callaway, concerning the now vacant spot for the World Heavyweight Championship match at Reckoning Day III. Remember, Tren Descarrilado was set to challenge Damon Cross, as per being part of the winning team at Invasion: Civil War. Unfortunately, over last weekend, Tren was admitted to the hospital and diagnosed with a subdural hematoma, following his brutal match with Cass Baumer two weeks ago. We understand Tren is doing fine. He’s recovering. We haven’t heard much from Cass since then, we only hope she’s alright.

Jim Reynolds: Well, that makes one of us.

Nick Hanson: Jesus Christ, Jim. Have a heart.

Jim Reynolds: I do, it’s just black.

Nick Hanson: Right. Bastard. Well, folks, without further adieu, let’s hear from some of the roster backstage and we’re ready to bring you the latest from New Frontier Wrestling!
Bianca, Vanessa, and Danielle Page are sitting around a table on the backyard patio of their older sister Tiffany’s home in the Hamptons.

Vanessa Page: How impressive were we in our debut match as a team a couple weeks ago?

“Classy” Bianca Page: We were outright dominant.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Those pathetic sycophants, Tricos, were never going to stand a chance against us.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Now, Tiffany, can stop bitching so much about her hatred for Ryleigh and her idiotic goons.

Vanessa Page: That will be such a relief....

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page walks out to the patio.

Vanessa Page: I mean now we can look at getting those Trios titles.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Nice try, V. I was close enough to what the three of you were talking about.

Vanessa Page: Um…

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: We’re not wrong though, Tiff.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page sits down in an empty chair.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: I am not saying you are wrong, D. That self righteous, Ryleigh, was a constant thorn in my side when I wrestled in Vegas and we finally got her mouth shut.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Can we now focus on being the dominant trios team in NFW?

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: I like that plan.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: The rest of these teams both on Collision and Trauma are truly not ready for us.

Vanessa Page: We have been a team since we were children. Can all these other teams say that?

“Classy” Bianca Page: That would be a no.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Page: Exactly, ladies. The time is now we make our move to show not only the teams in the Trios division but the entire NFW and wrestling world that we are the true standard of this division.

The four ladies raise their four glasses filled with Mimosas and cheers their glasses.
The view fades to Katelin Descarrilado, sitting backstage in a chair, hunched over a little with her folded hands resting her head by the chin. Already in her gear, which looks for all the world like her managerial outfit, Descarrilado looks off at nothing before spotting the camera on her.

Katelin Descarrilado: No one ever said it was easy having to start from scratch. It's harder to start there when the only person you show any amount of genuine love to has to remain confined to a hospital bed. Especially for a significant period of time that you're not one-hundred percent sure will truly end. I realize this. In fact, this is why I'm here. Tren can't do this right now. Therefore I feel that I must.

Mrs. Descarrilado never looks at the lens of the camera, still fairly distraught over her husband's current situation.

Katelin Descarrilado: There is some unresolved business that needs addressed. Damon Cross, if you listen to nothing else tonight, listen to me right now. You are not in the clear. Tren will return. When he does, you're number one with a bullet. You and your title both. And when Tren returns, and when you fall? We'll both savor the spoils.

The Devil In The Details purses her lips a little before lightly popping them.

Katelin Descarrilado: That said, you and I both realize that this will not happen anytime soon. I don't even know when he'll be back in person. But be assured of this: as a manager, when the time comes I will do everything in my power to ensure Tren Descarrilado is your next World Heavyweight Champion. As a newfound competitor, though, Damon? I don't even want your title. Not that I couldn't win it. My husband and client has been in your head for a long time, therefore I have been as well. It is noted that you have never beaten the two of us together. Just... quite simply, that title is not mine to challenge for so long as Tren is the rightful number one contender. Henceforth, I refuse to intentionally infringe upon what is his by rights.

The Ice Queen pauses to let her words sink in.

Katelin Descarrilado: However, with that addressed, this brings me to the more immediate future. Tonight, in fact. Tren had no stakes in the other championships that Collision has to offer. He would not have dared touched Morgan Payne and her Silver Mountain title. He certainly had nothing but respect for Lilith Meadows and Christina Olsen and their Tag Team titles. He had nothing against Dona Rotten or her Genesis title. I hold no such allegiances. I have no alliances.

A slightly amused exhale escapes Descarrilado's nose and the faintest of smirks crosses her lips.

Katelin Descarrilado: I barely have friends at all, to be honest. But this simply means that the Silver Mountain, the Tag Team, and most relevantly the Genesis Championships are all free for me to pursue. And I plan on enacting that upon the Genesis title tonight. I must wrestle a woman managed by an overly enhanced, underhated, wannabe goddess who I'm halfway convinced would float in water thanks to all the silicone jammed into her... and a woman whose most relevant achievement, if you want to truly call it that, is having married one of the most toxic personalities wrestling has to offer... who is managed by a magician. The situation I'm in is, in a word, asinine. But that says far more than any insults I could muster. I'm doing what I'm doing for a just cause. I'm doing this for someone. To ensure their long-term stability in this life. What are you two doing this for? Because your manager said to? Because you want one last run of glory, no matter how it comes to you?

Descarrilado stands up from her chair and finally addresses the camera directly.

Katelin Descarrilado: Then I'm afraid I have some bad news for you two. This train has a new conductor, and she doesn't care what destinations you have in mind. Because no matter who holds the Genesis Championship by the end of tonight, I'll be coming for it at Reckoning Day and collecting. And what a Reckoning Day it will be for them. Now if you'll excuse me...

With that, Katelin leaves off for her match and the view fades...
“In the beginning, there was darkness, and then,”

The voice pauses as a match is lit lighting up very little until it comes up just high enough to show a womans chin and ruby painted lips.

“There was New Frontier Wrestling. A modest effort by a rather modest man and no matter what he did the light refused to shine any brighter. This went on for one thousand one hundred and fifty-seven days and frustrations began to grow. Everything was done. Expansions, growth, tours, but nothing worked. No matter where it went,”

The figure darts the lit match from side to side.

“Its trail would always fade and wherever it went and whatever it did...it always remained the same.”

The painted lips curl up into a smile before they part just enough to let out a puff of air extinguishing the match.

“But then...came Pet.”

A light turns itself on brightening up everything in the room and it's, well, wall to wall Pet. Images ranging from the risque to candid dot the walls, red lamps shine forth from the corners but are really only there as decorative pieces, all while the woman herself stands in the middle of her own shrine.

Pet: “And everyone knew their surroundings, who they were, and more importantly their place in the universe. But it's been so long since this light was last shone and arriving here I've noticed clean knees. No one has felt the joy of kneeling before their Goddess. A shame to say the least.”

The redhead's lips come back up into a smirk as she dusts away her curls so she can frame the left side of her jaw with a few of her fingers.

Pet: “I'm sure many of you are calling me selfish for desiring such treatment but what is more selfish? Living for yourselves or providing a voice of guidance? That's exactly what I thought. Forgiveness shall be granted in the form of generations in servitude.”

Removing her hand from the side of her face, she reaches it out and soon brings in Etsuko who just stares at their recording device.

Pet: “This is Etsuko. Two of you will be getting to know her very well. She's my...enforcer. I don't expect people to bow upon their defeat, I expect them to realize what my voice can bring. It might take a few weeks for word to spread among you but you will learn to fear Etsuko just as you learn to love me.”

She gives out a loud musing chuckle while slowly bringing her hands around Etsuko's shoulders, the fighter remaining still and more surprisingly silent.

Pet: “To Katie and Katelin, for starters you're making me say a name I detest saying. A name I would rather seen grounded up beneath my heel. That's the first and, quite frankly, only strike I need against the two of you to unleash Etsuko upon you in any manner she sees fit.”

Her hands come down Etsuko's arms but don't go any further.

Pet: “I'm sure you're surprised but did you think I'd want either of you? Like I said, the two of you have already reminded me of someTHING that's better gone unsaid. Why would I want either of you gracing your lives with my glorious benefits? Instead, you'll be the warning to the others. Just submit, it'll be all so much better for all of us. You don't want to be kept in the dark, do you?”

That smirk once again returns followed with a villainous chuckle as the lights fade out leaving us all in the darkness she's described.

Match #1/Triple Threat Match

Etsuko Mitsuzaka v. Katelin Descarrilado v. Katie Anderson

~Ding Ding Ding~

Katie looks between her two opponents and then looks to strike first, throwing a forearm at Katelin and then at Etsuko. On the floor, Pet starts calling for glorification and domination almost immediately while across the ringside area, Zoey Madigan-Star ignores Pet completely and just shouts encouragement to Katie. Katie connects on each opponent a couple of times before she tries to move in for a quick kick. Katelin catches the leg and drives her elbow down into Katie’s knee. Katie goes down clutching at her leg and Katelin looks to start stomping her. Etsuko hits a spin kick on Katelin and then drops an elbow onto Katie before covering.

One!

Two!

Katie kicks out!

Katelin knocks Etsuko off of Katie and tries to take over in the mount. Etsuko gets to her feet and kicks Katelin off. Katelin gets back up and she and Etsuko start trading monstrous shots that quickly draw blood for both of them. Pet starts to go crazy on the floor, mostly because it seems like no one is paying attention to her. With Katelin and Etsuko busy trying to knock each other out, Katie gets up, runs to the ropes and springboards into a double sunset flip.

One!

Two!

Both Katelin and Etsuko kick out!

All three get to their feet and Katie eats a kick from Etsuko. As Pet cheers her on, Katelin goes for a big roundhouse punch. Etsuko ducks it and then picks up Katelin for a spinebuster onto Katie. Katelin rolls off and Etsuko covers Katie.

One!

Two!

Katelin breaks up the pin!

Etsuko and Katelin start trading again, each one blasting the other harder with each blow than the previous one. As they hammer away, Pet calls out and Katie jumps up, hitting Etsuko in the back. Etsuko clutches at her neck, seemingly checking for no reason and Katelin sends her through the ropes to the floor. Katie hits a running bulldog followed by the Bad Street Blues. Katie covers.

One!

Two!

Eysuko starts to come back, Pet screaming like a petulant toddler but she’s not fast enough.

Three!

~Ding Ding Ding~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner...KATIE...ANDERSON!

Nick Hanson: The Beautiful One is going to Reckoning Day for a shot at the Genesis Championship!

Jim Reynolds: She most definitely is a beautiful one but I think she pissed off our new Goddess!! Look at the fire in Pet’s eyes!!!

Nick Hanson: Etsuko Mitsuzaka doesn’t look too happy either.

Katie continued to celebrate inside the ring while both Katelin Descarrilado and Etusuko Mitsuzaka took their leave of the ring. Pet stood by Etsuko, yelling in Katie’s direction while Katelin simply headed off up the walkway and disappeared into the tunnel, her expression unreadable at best.

Result: Pinfall

Ollie Linkoln: You thought you had an easy mark. I get that.

We find Ollie Linkoln sitting on a stairwell backstage wearing his Guardians t-shirt, Rocky sitting beside him and graciously eating some Pringles Ollie is feeding to him from his hand.

Ollie Linkoln: Keep a little bit of twitter beef going with the weird raccoon guy. Get a ‘W’ in the win column when it leads to a match. Solid plan except… well you picked a guy who has a LOT to prove.

Ollie leans in and seems to listen to Rocky as he talks to him briefly.

Ollie Linkoln: Oh no no no, I absolutely do NOT have anything to prove to HIM. You see… I came into Hybrid when this pandemic started and I came in pretty much as ‘Johnny Maverick’s little brother’ but things started to go really well over there. I picked up singles victories over their top talent and was well on my way to a shot at the title. I picked up definitive wins over Stacy Jones, Kayla Richards, Bethany Kenyon, and then… the company shut down. That totally sucked. So here I am once more, starting from scratch in another company with very little backup. I’m not hanging my hat on the Maverick name or my past accomplishments, just me and a Raccoon hoppin aboard the Gravy Train and doing our darndest to ride it all the way to NFW gold. Now… it wasn’t my STRATEGY to pick a fight with someone bigger than me on my first day but uh...hey did anyone see how that guy talked to my wife? Someone should probably do something about that. Me. I am the someone. Well, me and him.

Rocky looks up when Ollie says ‘Him’ as if acknowledging that he was the one being spoken about.

Ollie Linkoln: So. Matt Shields. I’m sure he’ll have something to say about Johnny but despite the fact Johnny pretty regularly beat him we won’t go into that because well… I’m not Johnny. Honestly my plan for this was that I was going to make an attempt to REALLY get in the mind of my opponent but Spirit Halloween isn’t going to be open for a while so I can’t really dress myself by just rolling around in their dumpster until I’m fully clothed and my hair has transformed into dreadlocks that I can only assume smell like baked milk and whatever gets unclogged from most shower drains.

Ollie makes a soft clicking noise to Rocky as he finishes eating the Pringles and Rocky climbs into Ollie’s backpack right beside him. Rocky’s little head poking out the top. It’s very cute.

Ollie Linkoln: I’m not saying that me kicking the taste of your mouth and beating you is going to change you TOO much. I’m sure that after this match is over you’ll continue to be basically a dollar store version of Rob Zombie. Heck, you’ll probably still unfortunately talk to most women as if they are objects that exist for your gratification as if you are some sort of irresistible sex symbol despite it looking like your romantic evening mostly consists of bath salts and I’m absolutely not talking about the kind you get at Bed, Bath, and Beyond. The man who speaks to a raccoon is NOT crazy enough to envision any sort of reality where Matt Shields is a passable human being. No, the TWO changes I’m seeking are very simple. Firstly, to make you smell better. See, Ima kick you a bunch with my boots because I’ve rubbed a bunch of soap on them and maybe that’ll get you to smell less like old french onion soup mix. Secondly, and much more importantly… you can say whatever you want to me. You can call me as many names as you want... but you will keep a civil tongue in your head when you speak to or about my wife.

Ollie stands up and dusts off the remaining chip crumbs from his hand before picking up the backpack..

Ollie Linkoln: Frankly, I’ll settle for the second one. Rocky? Let’s go to work. Time to make the donuts.

Ollie walks down the stairs and off screen with his backpack slung over his shoulder, listening to strategy his tiny fluffy bandit of a manager is whispering in his ear as he goes. A few moments after Ollie is off screen entirely he pokes his head back in.

Ollie Linkoln: Matt Shields smells like the dump Bigfoot would leave in a Florida Denny’s bathroom and has all the charm of Harvey Weinstein hiring a babysitter. Okay I’m done for real this time, sorry.

And just as he says, he then leaves for real this time.
At the Collision Center in Chicago, the camera fades in on Ian Dream 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 Ian Dream is Sierra Silver with a mint green pullover sweatshirt and mint green tights. Ian Dream pulls out a megaphone from behind his back aimed at a typical NFW microphone for maximum volume.

Ian Dream: DO I HAVE EVERYONE’S ATTENTION NOW?!

Sierra Silver: Um… we? Do /we/ have everyone’s attention? I mean, of course we do! Did you see that match we had two weeks ago? We were so heckin good!!! We did the wrestles and the punches and kicks and then BOOM! I hit the devastating Silver Sun Rising and got the one-two-three and then and then SILVER AGE WINS! Not only that, but then Sierra also won a big tournament match elsewhere, long story short, things are totes coming up Silver Age!!! And now look at us! But one match into our N-F-Dub careers and we already get a shot to earn a shot at the tag team titles!!! Great success, great success!

Ian Dream: THAT'S WHAT I SAID, DO WE HAVE EVERYONE’S ATTENTION NOW?! WE ARE HERE TO WATCH THE WORLD BURN!!!

Ian puts the microphone on the catering table.

Ian Dream: Our world has begun...to those dishearten folks, believe in me and come along!! I am going to change the world!! My last name might have gotten me through the door, for my name to go down in history, to be remembered by future generations...someone who sees my way of living and is inspired by it. This dream is no longer my own. Collision was the first step toward the Silver Age. My dream is to be a hero. My father has been busted open, choked out, bruised ribs, hurting joints but always acted like it was business as usual....I know some people are going to start with the perception that I’m going to be riding his coattails but I want to change that perception. My father taught me that if you want a change, you have to want it more than you fear it. Getting busted open, choked out, and my ribs nearly crushed by my opponent's full bodyweight in my first try-out match after I kicked out my opponent’s best move three times certainly instilled fear in me but I’m fine with that because that's the thing, fear is fine. Continually failing try-out matches at a wrestling school which isn't even highly regarded. It was my second time that I failed the exam. My third exam, my opponent suffered an injury. It is normal, it is healthy to be afraid but once that fear starts controlling your life to a crippling degree that's when it becomes dangerous, that's when it becomes destructive. Keep the faith. Be afraid all you want, but as long as you have faith in yourself, your fears will be broken. If someone is starting with the perception that I’m riding my father and Sierra's coattails. I promise you that's not the case because I believe in myself more than anyone. I believe in myself so I'm going to work to change that perception and to get to the top because you can have all the belief, all the faith in the world, but if you don’t WORK for what you get then nothing ever happens. I know that it’s going to be a hard journey with all these people, but the results, that’s what matters. Don’t underestimate me or you’ll pay the price! We did good villain things in our debut. I told you all. I told the entire world what was going to happen and I stood firm to my word as I always do. None of y’all thought I stood a chance going into this but now we have a chance at the tag team championships and all we have to do is beat Empyreal. Empyreal is simply an obstacle in the way. The obstacles are the path.

Sierra Silver: Yes! Those obstacles are Angela Griffin and Isidora! Those obstacles are the only things that stand in the way of Silver Age and a shot at those pretty tag team titles! THOSE OBSTACLES… are very pretty… But that’s beside the point! The point is that Ian and I, the second-gen super and first-gen villains are gonna put our evilistic minds together into SUPERVILLAINS and beat their booties!!! Then we take on Christina and Lily for their tag titless! But first! Empyreal! I was told to say mean words about them and that’s exactly what I’m gonna do! Angel, Isidora! You- you’re uh… you’re a tag team! And… we’re facing you! Yeah! And we’re gonna beat you like… um… We’re gonna beat you like… Wait hold on I got this…

Sierra scratches her chin in thought. A few moments pass in silence as she thinks. Ian, meanwhile, swaps glances between her and the camera in awkward silence as he waits for Sierra to finish her thought. Ian begins to steal chocolate cakes from the catering table while she gathers her thoughts.

Sierra Silver: Oh! I got it! We’re gonna- Oh no, I lost it…

More thinking. This time, Sierra hums the Jeopardy theme as she thinks. After another few seconds of thought, she sighs.

Sierra Silver: We’re gonna beat you, okay? We’re gonna do the evils and beat you! Just… just trust me, kay?? We’re gonna win! Then we’re gonna win the tag titles! Then we’re gonna do the biggest of evils! Yeah! Evil monologue! Nailed it!!!

Sierra sighs with satisfaction at her own speech. The two members of Silver Age head to the ring.

The Silver Age v. Empyreal

The match opens with Empyreal already heading to their corner of the ring. Silver Age is coming down the ramp and the crowd is eating up their cheesy mock-evil antics! With them, they have Volta the capybara who is also quite happy to engage with the crowd. Silver Age takes their time making their way to the ring, laughing evilly all the while! Of course, Isidora Jansen of Empyreal gets impatient and jumps into the ring while Sierra and Ian’s backs are turned to the audience near the ropes. The NFW official tries to stop Isi, as Ian Dream finally notices the commotion. Daniel Dream’s Baby Boy gets into Isidora’s face with the referee between them, shouting things the audio can’t hear with the crowd so loud. Sierra tries to play peacemaker while Angel throws out a scathing insult towards the sinister animal lover! That’s when the official decides to call for the bell and the match begins.

Sierra and Angel have retreated to their respective corners, with Volta sitting casually on the ring steps. Ian Dream goes to wind up, but he’s a bit too showy with it, leading Isidora to slip around him, hip tossing him across the ring. Dream looks surprised, but kips back up to his feet with that incredible speed of his! Isidora looks slightly upset that her throw didn’t do more, but is quick to charge at Dream and whip him around again with a suplex. Ian just keeps rolling to his feet quickly, though. He seems to allow Isidora to throw him a couple more times, Judo throw, slam suplex. Each time Ian’s on his feet with a beguiling quickness that’s clearly pissing off Isidora and making Dream chuckle.

Finally, Jansen charges an overconfident Dream and lays into him with shin kicks, followed by a double knee facebreaker! Not content to try for a cover, Jansen instead whips Dream into the corner again and runs after him with another set of sharp knees to the face! Volta honks with joy while Ian climbs the turnbuckle in his team’s corner, laying into the Italian with strikes until finally balancing himself onto Isadora’s shoulders for a hurricanrana. Sierra sneakily tags in while Jenson reverses into a devastating avalanche gory special folded into a pin on impact just to realize the referee isn’t counting! Dream isn’t the legal man! With Sierra in the ring, Lady Evil darts against the ropes and bounces back like an energetic pinball!

Smash, crash and other such superhero noises! Silver and Jansen go tumbling across the ring in spectacular fashion! Greenheart, Sierra’s patented double knee facebreaker, knocks her opponent down to the cheers of the crowd! Jansen decides at this point that going for a tag is her best bet. Smack! Isidora jumps for it and Angel is the legal lady before Silver can stop it. Angel comes in hot, crashing into Sierra and lifting her up for a fireman's carry suplex! Angel picks up how she means to continue dominating the match with hard strikes and high flying moves. Angel catches air with a springboard splash that flattens Sierra for a two count! Sierra kicks out! Angel’s obviously getting frustrated at the resilience of Silver Age, so she takes advantage of her positioning and locks the vile sweetie in her signature crossface chickenwing submission she calls Angel’s Wing! Ian’s quick to dart in and a knee to the head ends the submission hold before Sierra can submit! That’s teamwork and that literally makes the Dream work! Dream darts out the other side of the ring before the ref even has time to complain about his interference. With Angel’s attention on Dream, her back is turned and she’s open for a tilt-a-whirl slam. Sierra hits it and goes to take advantage, but gets blocks in her attempts. With Silver knocked down, Angle ascends to the top rope as quickly as she can.

She’s looking for a Scorned Moonsault! She may have been too hasty on the trigger though, because as she comes off the ropes, Sierra catches it! What a reverse, right into Greenheart! The crowd pops BIG YO! Dream jumps into the ring again, and Silver Age sets up Super Quick Silver Sunburn! Ian’s rolling fireman's carry, then Sierra’s diving 450 splash follows! If that wasn’t enough, Dream hits his variation of a diving moonsault from another corner! Boom! Angel is out, and Sierra drops for the pin. Isidora tries to stop it, only for Dream to pull her in for a Silver Spoon DDT! It’s reversed, though! Isi jumps to hit Ian with her lightning quick frankensteiner into Sierra and Angel on the mat, but as all four competitors are wiped out in the middle of the ring, the referee calls for the bell! Isidora broke up the pin a second too late!

Roger Arden: Here are your winners and new #1 Contenders to the NFW Tag Team Championships at Reckoning Day...Sierra Silver...Ian Dream...THE SILVER AGE!!

Nick Hanson: Broken up just a second too late!

Jim Reynolds: Hell of a match though! Looks like TRIOCS will have to wait for their crack at The Kingdom they so stupidly want!

Nick Hanson: Assuming The Last of the Valkyries walk out of Manifest Destiny II next week with the belts.

Jim Reynolds: Now to say that is sacrilege!

Nick Hanson: Sure, buddy.

Result: Pinfall

We cut to the back as Matt Shields walks towards the interview area, swinging his kendo stick around and smirking, not even paying attention to anything around him.

Matt Shields: Well hello there Blondie.

Josh Davidson: It’s really more of an Auburn, but hello Mister Shields.

Matt finally looks at Josh, blinks a few times, then swiftly brings the end of his kendo stick up towards Josh’s throat.

Matt Shields: You’re not blondie. Why the fuck are you not blondie? Does nobody fucking listen to me? I said if you want me to speak, either just send the fucking cameraman Kenneth, he’s the only one I don’t hate, or you send him and Blondie. The only talking fucking head in this company that has permission to interview me is Blondie, or if it’s a supershow, you can get that hot crazy tattooed announcer bitch to come to talk to me. But under no god damn circumstances is this taint tickling twat allowed to even make eye contact with me.

Shields stares at Josh until he looks away in fear. Shields gives him a tap on the ear and he scurries off as Shields goes looking through the hallways yelling “BLONDIE! WHERE ARE YOU? BLONDIE BLONDIE BLONDIE!” He stops after maybe 20 seconds, smacks his kendo stick against the wall, and loudly screams ‘FUCK!” He furiously shakes his head a few times, his hair swinging about. He then grabs the camera, spins around, and stands in front of the wall he had smashed his weapon of choice into moments earlier.

Matt Shields: Fuck it, I just thought it would be fun to have her there while I talked shit about her inbred bum fuck hick ass talking to raccoon ass dumber than a bucket of sand and crazier than Metta World Peace after he snorted some blow from a strippers asshole, husband. Ollie fucking Maverik, you’re one funny funny guy. Honestly, your antics made me laugh. Hell, even your brother got a few chuckles out of me. Well, when he wasn’t trying to fuck the succubus who had her claws in me at the time. The point is, you were safe. You had given me absolutely no reason to go after you. You were funny, you were friendly, you were really fucking stupid. There was no reason for you to become prey. There was no reason for me to hunt you down. There was no reason for me to leave you a bloody broken mess. Until you went and made one.

Shields sighs shakes his head, raises his kendo stick, and taps the tip against the camera lens.

Matt Shields: You Ollie, couldn’t leave well enough alone. You couldn’t just let me have a little bit of fun. I was just teasing Blondie a little bit. I’m in a relationship as well Ollie. Trust me, if I was trying to get under your wife’s skirt, I wouldn’t have let the cameraman stick around.

Shields flashes that devious sadistic evil looking smirk, winks, and then darts his tongue out. He starts laughing a little bit, then just right back to smirking.

Matt Shields: You had to try and be a big tough man Ollie. Stand up for your woman. Defend her honor against the evil villain. Well, guess what Ollie, this ain’t a fucking comic book, graphic novel, animated series, anime adventure, TV adaptation, feature-length movie, or god damn video game. You do not gain some long-dormant power for fighting for something more than yourself in this world. You get a fucking elbow to the temple, a smorgasbord of neckbreakers, and then your world ends as you hear the Whispers of Azathoth and fade the fuck away. That is your punishment for distracting me from finding a real fucking warrior. Someone who wants to play for blood.

Shields pushes the camera inside and storms off, smacking his kendo stick against the walls.
We cut backstage to find Josh Davidson standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire.

The camera pans out a little to reveal Becca “Bruiser” Maguire standing beside the interviewer.

Josh Davidson: Becca, tonight you’re going one on one with Juliana Mendoza--

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Am I, lad?

Bruiser chuckles and shakes her head.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: The fuckin’ bimbo bitched and complained about the fact she was booked against me and wanted to speak to Callaway about gettin’ the match changed. Now, I dunno if she had this meetin’ with the boss man coz I’ve been busy preparin’ to… ya know… do my fuckin’ job… but here’s the reality o’ the situation.

The Shieldmaiden turns her attention to the camera.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Mendoza? I’m fuckin’ goin’ out there for my match… now ya’ll can be a good little bitch and actually show the fuck up for the match ya’ll were booked in… OR… ya’ll can be a pathetic fuckin’ coward and not show up. But here’s the thin’... I’m goin’ out there regardless coz I AM havin’ a match! I don’t fuckin’ care who it’s against… but I am NOT havin’ my chance to compete taken away from me just coz I ain’t the opponent that Mendoza fuckin’ wanted!

Bruiser then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth and disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.

Match #3/Singles Match

Ollie Linkoln v. Matt Shields

After the bell rings, Ollie Linkoln and Matt Shields meet in the center of the ring. The two of them circle one another before they lock up, looking to overpower the other. With the size advantage, Matt takes control and looks for a neckbreaker, but Ollie maneuvers his way out of it and shoot-kicks him in the chest. Matt laughs and yells at him to “do it again!”, which Ollie does -- even stiffer than the first. He even follows through with a third kick, but this time Matt catches his leg and drags him onto the mat. Matt mounts Ollie and rains down on him with rights and lefts, though Ollie is swift to block and roll him over for his own assault. With a grin, Matt kicks Ollie off of him and the two gather themselves to their feet.

The referee looks to both Linkoln and Shields as they move in for a collar-and-elbow tie-up. This time, Linkoln’s awareness of Shields’ strength changes his strategy and he rears back for a swift kick to the side of his head. The blow staggers Shields, but he’s still on his feet. Linkoln rolls back, flips to his feet, and strikes Shields with a running dropkick that sends him against the ropes. Shields’ recovery is quick, however, and he rebounds with a running clothesline that catches Linkoln just as he gets to his feet. The momentum flips Linkoln upside down and Shields is right on him, this time with a quick pin attempt.

One!

Ollie kicks out right then and there!

With a smirk, Matt rises up to stomp on Ollie, but his agile opponent rolls out of the way, flips to his feet, and bounces from foot to foot. Ollie plants Matt’s chest with a quick dropkick, bounces back up and follows through with a chain of three Marshall Law-styled kicks. While Matt staggers back, Ollie catches him with a hurricanrana and hooks his legs for the pin.

One!

Matt forces him off before the two!

The fans are clearly on Linkoln’s side as he rolls to his feet. Shields growls and gets to his feet, looking to take Linkoln down, but his opponent is a little faster. Linkoln transitions his offense straight into “All Aboard at the Gravy Station”, but in the midst of this Shields dodges the rolling front somersault kick and counters with “40 Legions” (Discus Clothesline)! Linkoln is floored and Shields moves in to cover him, hooking the leg.

One!

Two!

The Manic Marvel kicks out!


Through malicious intent, Shields drags Linkoln to his feet and chains together three different neckbreakers, fortifying his namesake as the Master of the Neckbreaker. He doesn’t cover Linkoln this time, choosing to simply lay into him with vicious rights and lefts. The fans boo, all while Shields takes a moment to mock them. He gestures something rather vulgar towards a few fans, unaware that Linkoln is getting to his feet. Linkoln catches him off-guard with “Planes, Trains, and Plantains” (Leapfrog Famouser)! The high energy flow allows him to follow up with “B-Boy Stance” (Breakdancing Leg Drop) and go for the pin--

One!

Two!

Thr-- Shields kicks out!

The fans boo with disapproval, though Ollie doesn’t seem too bothered by Matt’s persistence. After all, he’s a former multi-time World Champion. He takes a moment to catch his own breath, getting to his feet and ascending one of the corners of the ring. Meanwhile, Matt is getting to his feet, undetected by his opponent’s determination for high-risk. Ollie takes flight for “The Keanu Reeves of Shooting Star Presses”, but Matt’s resilience and fortitude allow him to catch him. As Ollie struggles to escape, Matt forces him across his shoulders and executes “Majo no Toki” (Fireman’s Carry Neckbreaker)! Rather than go for the pin attempt, Shields lets out a breathy laugh and presses his right boot to Linkoln’s throat. The fans boo aloud, covering whatever obscenities the Knightmare King shouts. The referee warns him to back off, which Shields does with a sneer. He forces Linkoln to his feet and hits him with a series of knife-edge chops that resonate within the arena.

Shields spits and shares a few cruel words to the smaller man the cameras don’t quite pick up on. Whatever they are, they bring a rarity of anger from Ollie blasts Matt with a cactus clothesline that sends both of them over the top rope and out of the ring! From here on out, total chaos breaks out as both men start to brawl to the fans’ delight. The referee starts an official count and shouts at them to get back in the ring to no avail. Matt’s enjoying the chaos with closed fist punches, while Ollie is unleashing kick after kick. They battle along the ramp despite the referee’s count and disappear through the curtains. Alas, there’s no sign of either man returning, and so the referee calls out the final number. This results in the signaling of the bell -- much to the chagrin of the fans!



Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, this match has ended in a double-countout!

Jim Reynolds: Well, that’s a big fucking let-down!

Nick Hanson: I don’t know exactly what lead to Ollie losing his cool, but whatever it was, it’s triggered a massive fire between these two.

Jim Reynolds: Good! They need to settle this crap the right way, not this double-countout bullshit!

To the back where we are greeted by a pair of black heeled feet, the left angrily tapping as we move upwards slowly getting a view of a woman in a fairly shirt black dress, and soon enough we see THE Beautification Movement member Juliana Mendoza standing outside of Luthor Callaway’s office tapping her foot and looking down at her watch.

Juliana Mendoza: This is absolutely ridiculous. First the disrespect to go off the list after I had put together an expansive and impressive list of possible opponents, but now he’s going to be late? I told him that our meeting would be at seven, and it’s six fifty eight now. Where is he?

Juliana seems to be ranting to nobody in particular as he just keeps tapping her foot and waiting, watching as the minute hand moves forward a tick to 6:59 which draws an angry growling sigh from the lady of lucha libre.

Juliana Mendoza: I mean who in the hell does he think he is treating me like this? What kind of man would even do something so stupid? Does he not realize what kind of benefits come from working with THE Beautification Movement? He’s clearly a crazy man, but he is kind of cute for an old guy so as long as he doesn’t keep me waiting any longer, I’ll consider giving him a second chance if he changes this stupid match.

Luthor Callaway: Oh good, you’re early.

The General Manager’s voice comes out of nowhere as even the cameraman whips to the side to reveal that, at some point, Luthor just seemed to walk right up on the scene in his usual casual attire; briefcase of typical weekly paperwork in one hand as he looks Juliana over.

Luthor Callaway: So, who did something stupid?

Luthor raises his eyebrows. It’s hard to tell if he’s genuinely curious and completely missed what Juliana was saying or if he caught it all and is, for lack of a better term, daring her to say it again. Juliana glared at him as he just approached and talked casually as if nothing was wrong.

Juliana Mendoza: YOU DID!

She points at him, then puts her finger right on his chest.

Juliana Mendoza: We had an arrangement. We had come to an understanding. We were meant to have a mutually beneficial relationship. Tonight after I claimed the first of many many victories, I was going to invite you back to my hotel to celebrate. I was going to suck your

The next bit is inaudible as a loud drill cuts through. Juliana turns back and looks to see that a door is being replaced on a nearby room. Luthor’s eyes shift to the camera and he lifts one eyebrow, then turns his eyes back to her.

Juliana Mendoza: Did you hear what I said? It was going to be mind blowing. I was going to get on top of you and

More loud drilling cutting off what Juliana says, but she makes some motions with her hands and leans forward showing off her ample cleavage.

Juliana Mendoza: YOU COULD HAVE FUCKED MY ASS!

The drilling stops and every eye in the hallway is on the lady of Lucha Libre after that statement. She looks around, not embarrassed, but more enraged.

Juliana Mendoza: What are you morons looking at? You all wish you could.

Luthor looks around next, maintaining his ice cold demeanor that he’s typically known for. He cracks his gum between his teeth and ‘tsks’ as he slowly shakes his head.

Luthor Callaway: Honey, you just don’t get it, do ya? You think I ain’t savvy to when someone’s tryin’ to pull the wool over my damn eyes?

Luthor straightens his posture more; he almost seems to grow taller but it’s just him standing at his full height as he lets out a low sigh that almost sounds more like a soft growl.

Luthor Callaway: See, I don’t know how it worked in any other place you’ve been at but the whole sucking, fucking and ducking your way to the top of the ladder? That don’t work here. Neither does the intimidation factor. Now, as far as your talent is concerned? I won’t doubt it, but if you’re claiming to be among the best, then buttercup, I’m gonna stick you against the best. See that’s another point I think you need to get locked down inside that head of yours.

Luthor thumbs towards himself, pausing just a couple of seconds; possibly for dramatic effect.

Luthor Callaway: I book and sign the matches here. I lay the opportunities out for people when they earn them! You want titles here? You earn them like everyone else. A pretty face and other such assets are only gonna get you so far.

Juliana looks at him and starts pouting as she crosses her arms over her ample assets.

Juliana Mendoza: But I don’t wanna face that big butch bitch. Why don’t we just go into your office and figure out how we can fix this privately.

She bats her eyes and gives him the puppy dog look, then leans in and whispers something into his ear which once again causes the stoic man to slightly blush. She smiles when she sees that and bites her bottom lip.

Juliana Mendoza: Come on Luthor, don’t you want to be friends with me? Don’t you want to be friends with THE Beautification Movement. You know me and Cayla do almost everything together.

She winks at him as the word everything rolls off her tongue in a seductive whisper. She smiles as she’s certain she’s breaking down the Collision GM. She lowers her arms slightly, pushing her cleavage up a bit now to try and entice him even more.

Juliana Mendoza: Come on Luthor, let’s go and get this all sorted out.

Luthor’s eyes sweep over the busty Latina as a grin slowly creeps across his face. One that seems to say that she’s got her claws in him. He takes a step forward, getting just almost right up against her and leans in slowly with his mouth to her ear. His words, also now an icy whisper, are just loud enough for the camera audio to pick up.

Luthor Callaway: Actually...I’d suggest you skip your behind over to your locker room and get your gear sorted out. Because by my watch--

He steps back and lifts his arm, raising his voice volume back to normal.

Luthor Callaway: Your match is up next in about T Minus, ten minutes and if your ass ain’t out there when it’s go time? I’m gonna send Bruiser directly to you.

Luthor drops his arm and just stands there, staring at Juliana. Waiting. Expectantly, even.

Juliana Mendoza: But but but...

Juliana throws her hands up, spins around and storms off in a huff, then suddenly stops and turns around pointing at Luthor.

Juliana Mendoza: You just lost out on the single greatest experience of your entire life, Mister Callaway!

She flips her hair, turns away from him and finishes her dramatic exit. Luthor just watches her go, grinning in amusement as he cracks his gum again.

Luthor Callaway: Remember to keep them hands up! Ya can’t block chops with your jugs!

There’s laughter and an ‘ohhhhhhh’ from the crowd watching on the screen as Luthor shakes his head, chuckling to himself and disappears into his office as we cut away.
The scene comes up backstage with Josh Davidson standing by backstage.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, I'd like to introduce my guest at this time, Rayola Davine.

Rayola steps into view of the camera with a smile and bouncing with energy

Josh Davidson: Rayola, you are getting a chance at the Genesis title which you failed to achieve in the tournament a couple months ago. Your thoughts?

Rayola: Hey, failure happens. I'm still new, still learning the ropes, no pun intended. But second chances are always few and far between, if they ever come. God knows third chances are even more rare and fourth chances, ha. That's why this is so important to me, to go out there and face Dona and make the most of my chance. And, you know, hopefully not let this one slip through my fingers.

Rayola beams brightly as she continues to bounce lightly.

Rayola: Every match I'm getting better. Every lesson in victory and especially in defeat, I'm learning more. Maybe I don't know as much as half the roster, but I bet I know stuff that none of the roster does either. I can tell you one thing though: bet against the Devil's Angel, and see how much you'll lose.

Rayola shoots a wink at the camera.

Rayola: That's Davine!

Rayola skips off leaving a nodding Josh Davidson behind as the scene fades out.

Match #4/Singles Match

Juliana Mendoza v. Becca "Bruiser" Maguire

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire marches straight towards her reluctant opponent, Juliana Mendoza, and the lady of lucha libre is quick to duck between the top and middle ropes leading to the official halting Bruiser’s progress. Juliana laughs and blows a kiss towards Bruiser, infuriating the relentless brawler. Bruiser steps in and Juliana reaches out to slap her. The fans are furiously booing Juliana Mendoza now as she just shakes her ass and tells them all to pucker up. Bruiser is almost able to snatch Juliana out from between the ropes, but the 4th generation talent is savvy and ducks right back between the ropes. Bruiser again gets a bit too close as Juliana continues to frustrate her with the cowardly tactics. Juliana reaches up and gouges her thumb right into the left eye of Bruiser. Bruiser stumbles back and Juliana takes advantage, slipping out of the ropes and nailing Bruiser with an enziguri that staggers the veteran fighter. Juliana follows with a quick rolling snapmare, pops up, hits the ropes, and comes back with a flying hip attack. Juliana cover, but only gets a 1 count. Bruiser is showing her resiliency as she gets up, but she’s still slightly blinded and Juliana slips to Bruiser’s left and kicks her knee. Bruiser drops from the big shot and Juliana takes a little time to taunt and slaps Bruiser once again before she hops over the top rope, lands on the apron, and smiles saying she’s going to call this new move, the bitch killer. Juliana blows Bruiser a kiss, hopes up, does a 360 flip in mid-air, lands on the shoulders of Bruiser, and gets driven down into the mat with a vicious ring-shaking powerbomb. Bruiser takes a few seconds to shake the cobwebs and massage the pain out of her near. Bruiser is in the corner as Juliana starts slowly getting to her feet just so she can turn around to see the Bruiser flying at her with a Freedom Punch. Bruiser levels Juliana and quickly goes into the cover

ONE…

TWO…

THRE- KICK OUT!

Bruiser pulls Juliana up to her feet and absolutely blisters her with a European uppercut. Juliana spins around slightly and gets caught with a Saito suplex. Bruiser doesn’t cover, instead, she brings Juliana up, hits a quick snap suplex, rolls through, and then delivers a stalling suplex, keeping Juliana in the air for a good ten seconds before driving her down into the mat. Bruiser makes the cover and gets a 2 count as Juliana shows a little resiliency of her own. Bruiser doesn’t care and definitely isn’t impressed as she hauls Juliana up and delivers a big neckbreaker followed right up by a running penalty quick and another 2 count. Bruiser nods, seeming maybe a little impressed as she brings Juliana up, flattens her with another hard European uppercut, and followed up with a German suplex right into the bridge. Juliana again manages to kick out and Bruiser nods again. Juliana is brought back up, hauled into position for a fallaway slam, brought up, and then she rakes the eyes of Becca Maguire, going back to the left Juliana slides off and hits a huge backstabber to take Bruiser down. Juliana gets to the ropes, climbs up and as Bruiser gets back to her feet, Juliana leaps off and connects with the Mendoza Missile. Juliana doesn’t cover, instead, she rolls through the dropkick, hops over the top rope to the apron, springboards up, and connects with the Hair Flip. Juliana hooks both legs as she looks to end it

ONE…

TWO…

THRE- KICK OUT!

Juliana’s head turns suddenly towards the official as she stares them down with the death glance. She’s screaming, berating them that it was a three count. The mini tantrum allows Bruiser to slip behind Juliana and toss her overhead with a German suplex, but the lady of lucha libre shows some incredible athleticism as she lands on her feet. Juliana charges for a hip attack but Bruiser sidesteps sends her into the ropes and hits a running knee lift that rocks Juliana. Bruiser tosses Juliana with a big belly-to-belly suplex, sending Mendoza into the far corner. As Juliana gets to her feet, Bruiser charges in as Juliana sidesteps the strike, jumps up, and hits a big monkey flip. Juliana clutches at her ankle with both women down, and the ref heads over to check on her. With the officials back turned away from the ramp, Juliana’s best friend, often time tag team partner and fellow member of THE Beautification Movement, Cayla Phoenix starts making her way down to the ring. Bruiser is slowly getting to her feet as Cayla hops onto the apron and prepares what looks like a bottle of perfume. Before Cayla can complete the nefarious plan, Saorise Maguire comes running down the apron and the ladies begin to brawl with Saorise firing off a hard right hand only to get met with a stiff chop. Both ladies are laying in forearms now as the ref turns and calls security down. He has both Cayla and Saorise tossed out of the building and once more Juliana is screaming and berating the official simply for doing their job. Bruiser has had more than enough and clocks, Juliana, with another Freedom Punch right to the side of the face before she shuts her up for good with the Kickstarter. Bruiser covers, hooks the leg and the ref is happy to count

ONE…

TWO...

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden:!Your winner as a result of a pinfall… BECCA “BRUISER” MAGUIRE!

Jim Reynolds: NOO! Her pretty pretty face, and gorgeous body. Why would Luthor Callaway not work with that absolutely delightful young lady? She has so many wonderful assets.

Nick Hanson: Juliana Mendoza’s assets worked just as well for her as all of her tricks and treats. Bruiser was just too much to deal with, and even with the cheap shots, she picks up a very impressive win, and didn’t Juliana Mendoza call you a creep earlier today?

Jim Reynolds: That was just… uhm… that’s a little pet name, okay? Why were you eavesdropping on my conversations?

Result: Pinfall

We open up to show one of the brick walled hallways of the backstage area of the Collision center. The Regulators, Marilyn Matthews (Formerly Sativa Nevaeh) and Morgan Payne, stand in the hallway, ring and entrance gear on. Marilyn rubs her hands together and chuckles.

Marilyn Matthews: The more you try to avoid something the more likely it is to happen. The Universe is a strange place like that. Try not to lose something and next thing you know, it’s lost. Try to avoid someone and you run into them everywhere. It seems no matter where I turn I have to face either Damon or one of his cronies. Last Collision it was Sylvia Lopez. Tonight it’s her and Ronnie Lester.

Marilyn scoffed and shook her head.

Marilyn Matthews: Don’t get me wrong, I ain’t one to back down from anything. But, come the fuck on Luthor. Can I get a change of scenery? Please? It’s the least you could do for the woman who made sure you still have a job. I carried this company on my back for over a year. Throw me a fuckin bone here. When Morgan and I beat The Crusade later tonight, can I PLEASE start facing different people?

Morgan Payne: And can you PLEASE, after tonight, get dat nutjob Sylvia Lopez a fuckin’ psyche eval?

Morgan Payne steps up to the camera, brandishing the Silver Mountain Championship on her shoulder.

Morgan Payne: I mean, cheese an’ crackers, Mary beat dat ass clean an’ true an’ dis crazy bitch jumps on ‘er like a wild animal. An’ don’t any o’yinz say one o’us had it comin’ cuz if I’mma be real wif yinz? I’m fed up right abaht t’ere--

She gestures with her hand right at the top of her head.

Morgan Payne: --wif everyone an’ their fuckin’ brother an’ sister actin’ like we’re ‘sposed t’be da bad guys. But, I mean...

Morgan turns abruptly to Marilyn and gives a big shrug with her empty hand for dramatic mockery.

Morgan Payne: ...Fuck it!! S’like I keep sayin’! They want us t’be da fuckin’ bad guys? Let’s stop pissin’ everyone ahff like we always see t’do. Let’s give ‘em what they want! Let’s be da fuckin’ bad guys!

Marilyn nods her head.

Marilyn Matthews: To quote James Moriarty from Sherlock “Every fairytale needs a good old fashioned villain.” I’ve always been painted like that. It’s what I’ve always been. So fine. We’ll be your villains. We’ll be your boogeywomen. But just remember you made us. Do not complain when we exceed your expectations.

Marilyn chuckles.

Marilyn Matthews: So that is our mission. Our fate as deemed by our ‘peers.’ So we are gonna go out there later and do what we do best. Regulators...

Morgan Payne: Mount up!

Marilyn and Morgan both nod and smirk. They then turn and walk the other way down the hall as the scene cuts away.
We jump to ringside where Luthor Callaway, General Manager of Collision is standing in the ring.

Nick Hanson: Well, ladies and gentlemen, we’re here now about to hear the big announcement for the World Heavyweight Championship match at Reckoning Day. Remember, it was supposed to be between defending champion Damon Cross and challenger Tren Descarrilado but as you know, Tren had that unfortunate health emergency -- suffered a subdural hematoma -- and will be on medical leave until further notice. He’s looking at months away, IF he can be cleared to return.

Jim Reynolds: Wishing a speedy recovery and a hopeful return to the Enforcer of The Kingdom! Ya know, Damon Cross got lucky! He could have had an equally shitty run on his second reign as champion as he did his first!

Nick Hanson: You’re deplorable.

Jim Reynolds: Language, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Shut up, the boss is ready to talk.

Inside the ring, Luthor Callaway raises the microphone.

Luthor Callaway: How’re y’all this evening?

Pop from the crowd as Luthor smirks, nods and paces around the ring.

Luthor Callaway: I’ll make this short and sweet ‘cause I know y’all hate long winded bullshit. Tren Descarrilado! Love him or hate him, he was one of the best on this roster. In this company. The man talked big and you know what? He could back it up. He backed it up so damn well that he earned his shot for the top spot here. He struck the killing blow at Invasion: Civil War when Trauma thought they could come into our house and make a damn mess of things! Tren stuck that sword through the belly of the beast -- no -- he plunged his hand into it, and he tore its fucking heart out!!

Luthor makes a display of this, reaching out with his other hand, fingers bent like claws, twisted his wrist and made a fist that trembled.

Luthor Callaway: Unfortunately...Tren’s one of those warriors who didn’t know his own limits. At no fault of his own, mind you. Sometimes a person pushes themselves too hard and they don’t even know it. Not until it’s too late. Sometimes, no matter how bad of a motherfucker they are, a warrior needs to put that sword down and take a knee. A step back. But in our business, that ain’t a sword that can just be left to sit on the ground and rust. It needs to be picked up. Someone needs to pick up the sword that was put down and maintain the way things go here. Because there’s another warrior waiting. Once known in the industry as the Black Ronin, now as the Redeemer, Damon Cross is awaiting the arrival of the next one to challenge him for his seat on the throne. Someone’s gotta do it. Hell, eeeeeeverybody in the back wants to be that man or woman!

Luthor motions towards the stage with an outstretched arm before raising an index finger.

Luthor Callaway: But only one can. So then! Since the unfortunate news about the Man Who Feels No Pain, I’ve been doing some thinking and--

Out of the blue, Luthor is cut off by the sound of BABYMETAL’s “BxMxC” from the PA system and the lights begin to flash a deep purple. There’s a mixed reaction as the camera focuses on the left tunnel just as smoke fills it and Yukiko Kusanagi emerges from the cloud at a slow, leisurely stroll. Dressed from head to toe in black, as usual. Jeans, boots, tank top, hooded jacket and a black Covid mask. She strolls down to the ring, making it a point to get into the ring without wasting too much time and starts to circle the General Manager. Once the music and lights stop, Luthor looks less than amused by the interruption of one of his roster members and raises the mic up.

Luthor Callaway: And just what the hell do y---

Yukiko’s hand comes up and palms the mouthpiece of the microphone, cutting Luthor off. The crowd gasps and Luthor just stares at her like she has some nerve before she looks at the microphone, contemplating something. After a moment, she removes her hand from the mic and walks over to the corner of the ring nearest the timekeeper’s table, calling for another device. She reaches through the ropes and takes one from Roger Arden, slapping it with her hand to test it. *THUMP*THUMP*THUMP*

Yukiko Kusanagi: Sumimasen...Callaway-sama…. Forgive my rudeness….

Yukiko gives the General Manager his personal space as she began to walk the perimeter of the ring, running her fingers along the top rope. She speaks slow and carefully. Her English speaking now comes with a notable accent that isn’t Japanese. It sounds more...well...English, to be frank.

Yukiko Kusanagi: You talked of...picking up the sword. You talked of earning our spot. Fighting our way to the top. Tell me, guv...what do you consider...earning our spot? Eh? Is it going undefeated? No. Can’t be it. Is it...is it spending all night and day, twiddlin’ our thumbs and spouting off on social media?

Yuki chuckles and shakes her head.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Hah...no, can’t be it either. Our esteemed, mighty brand captain goes bloody radio silent for weeks on end and she wonders why the rest of us can’t be fucked to thank her for “leading us to victory.”

She makes quotation marks with her empty hand as she walks. The crowd boos her negative mention of Cass Baumer but the Demolition Angel seems unphased by it.

Yukiko Kusanagi: You talk about Invasion again but let’s be honest, we could have had more, mate. We could have had it all! But you...kept some of your best...off the front line.You kept ME...off the front line!

Here, Yukiko walks right up to Luthor and thumbs towards herself, beginning to fume.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Tell me, what kind of leader are you? What leader keeps his best fighters at camp...and sends in a nonce like Jerry Watts? Or a self centered cunt like Matt Shields...who caused infighting within the team. Cost our brand the win. Yeah?

Yukiko steps up closer to Luthor, glaring up at him as she brings the microphone up closer to her mouth.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Maybe you’d like to talk about wins and losses, after all. Yeah? Let’s. Let’s talk about how our World Champion...has only met defeat...at the hands of...five people….

She brings her hand up, wiggling her fingers. Luthor looks up, as if thinking, and seems to agree with her.

Luthor Callaway: Okay. Your point?

Yukiko drops her hand, then brings it right back up and begins curling her fingers in as she lists off names.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Jenn Drew...Morgan Payne...Jasmine Matthews...of course Mary Matthews…

Finally, she has just her thumb out and she turns it towards herself.

Yukiko Kusanagi: And me. Now then...Drew’s no longer here, is she? Payne, well...she has other...priorities, doesn’t she? Mary Matthews, well her time’s come and gone, innit? They had their little dance….

She motions with her fingers, running them across the air between herself and Luthor.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Jasmine? Huh...who fuckin’ knows, mate? I don’t see her out here chewing your ear off about being overlooked. Maybe she’s content with complacency. Well, I’m not!

Her tone raises as she reaches up and pulls her mask off of her face to reveal her sneer.

Yukiko Kusanagi: So, as you said, yourself. Right to the point. I have a win over Damon Cross. Something he does not have over me…. So, I challenge him -- I challenge you, Damon Cross!

Yukiko turns away from Luthor and steps up to the camera, trembling with emotion. Impatience? Anger? Who knows? But there’s a fire in her eyes.

Yukiko Kusanagi: I challenge you...to a match...for the World Heavyweight Championship. You want hungry warriors, Callaway-sama?

She backs away from the camera and turns back to Luthor.

Yukiko Kusanagi: You want people who reach out for what they want? Then look...at...me! Tren’s greatest strength...was his greatest weakness. He became a literal train wreck.

Crowd: Ooooooh….

Yukiko Kusanagi: So now that he’s out of the picture...consider...Callaway-sama...giving a go...to someone not among The Kingdom. Someone who actually shows up...every time...rather than fuck off for weeks and expect to be called captain. Stop stuffing the faces...of the fat...and feed the starving.

Yukiko slowly lowers the microphone and stands her ground, watching the General Manager intently. Luthor glowers down at her, lifting his microphone up again, looking less than pleased at whatever message she was trying to convey.

Luthor Callaway: Little lady? Tell me one thing first: ...Just who the FUCK do you think you are?! You think you can just walk your ass out here, take up my time window and, what, DEMAND a World Heavyweight title shot? You need to learn something, honey. You and Sela Rica-Lark, and Abigail Lindsey, and that little floozy Juliana Mendoza. Yeah, you and a whole lotta others need to learn something.

He leans in, almost as if he’s trying to intimidate Yukiko with his size in comparison to her. Yukiko doesn’t budge. Not one. Single. Inch.

Luthor Callaway: Don’t bite the hand that feeds you, Yukiko. You’ll just end up hungrier.

Yukiko closes her eyes, snorting in through her nose. She visibly swallows and bends her neck to the side for a second before opening her eyes again and raises the microphone one more time.

Yukiko Kusanagi: ...It would seem...you do not know animal nature. When you starve your pack...you are lucky...if a hand is all you lose….

Yukiko drops her microphone to the mat as “BxMxC” starts up again and she steps around the visibly frustrated General Manager.

Nick Hanson: WAH-HOW!! Talk about unstoppable force and immovable object!

Jim Reynolds: I don’t know what to make of that, Nicky but she kinda got a big mouth, that Kusanagi!

Nick Hanson: I’d say it sounds like she feels she’s due another shot at the World Heavyweight Title, Jim.

Jim Reynolds: Everyone wants a shot at the big one. They don’t always get it.

Nick Hanson: True, but she did make a few good points.

Jim Reynolds: She also ran her mouth about The Kingdom. You know what can happen there.

Nick Hanson: Perhaps we’ll find out. Time will tell, folks! Will Damon Cross respond directly and where will this go?! That’s what I wanna find out!

Yuki exits the ring and leisurely makes her way back up the walkway before stopping and turning to look back at Callaway over her shoulder...and smiles as Collision fades out to a commercial….

Match #5/Genesis Championship Match

Rayola Davine v. Dona Rotten ©

Roger Arden announced the Genesis Championship match as having the division’s standard fifteen minute time limit and introduced competitors Rayola Davine and defending champion, Dona Rotten. These two started the match off with a fist bump after the bell and circled up but as they went for that initial collar and elbow tie up, Davine faked Rotten out and stepped in with a rib to the midsection, seeking an early advantage. Rayola threw a couple of forearms before pushing Dona off of the ropes and whipped her across the ring. Dona bounced off the other side and came back in where Rayola hit a spinning thrust kick to the midsection, then a spinning clothesline. Dona staggered and Rayola ran off the ropes for a running dropkick, finally taking her down and going for a cover for Dona kicked out with authority.

Rayola pulled Dona to her feet then hit the ropes for another attack but Dona lunged forward and met her with a Running Forearm. Rayola stumbled and Dona grabbed her by the wrist, pulling her in for a Shortarm Lariat. Rayola went down hard and started sitting up but Dona hti the ropes again, yelling as she came in with a Sliding Lariat. From there, Dona started focusing most of her offense on Rayola’s head and neck, driving her head into the mat with a DDT. She knew that wasn’t enough to put an opponent away and so she picked Rayola up and knocked her back with another forearm before delivering a Rolling Sobat Kick that got a pop out of the crowd. Rayola pulled herself up this time but Dona was right on her with a clinch and a fury of Muay Thai knees, softening her up along with clinched elbows to the head, keeping her focus there. Finally, she picked Rayola up over her shoulder and ran across the ring for a Snake Eyes but Rayola slipped free and shoved Dona right into the turnbuckle. The Scream Queen clutched at her sternum as she stumbled to the center of the ring and Rayola hit the ropes, springboarding back with a dropkick to take the champion off of her feet again.

Rayola went back on the offensive, focusing on the torso of Dona, likely setting up for her shooting star finisher. Dona made it up to her feet and Rayola was able to take her back down with a Snapmare, turning right into a stiff kick to the chest. Rayola kicked her again, and again, and again. Firing off on all cylinders. A final kick sent Dona down, flat on the mat and Rayola hit the ropes, soaring back with the Sunspot for another nearfall. Dona not only kicked out but she got her arms around the smaller woman and rolled back across the mat, catching her right in a Dragon Sleeper. Dona wrenched back and Rayola wriggled, trying to get free any way she could. Eventually, she did so, rolling over and getting her foot on the rope, causing the referee to make Dona break the hold. Dona released Rayola and got back up, moving away to give some distance as she posed herself, looking for her next strike. When Rayola started getting up, Dona ran in, shooting for the Chainsaw Kick but Rayola dropped down to the mat, causing Dona to literally trip over her with her grounded foot and the woman went falling against the ropes. Rayola hopped up to her feet and ran across the ring again. Dona was up just in time as Rayola came back and went for Needle and Thread. She caught Dona around the neck but Dona spun with it, slipping loose and Rayola hit the mat down on both knees. Dona ran in again and CHAINSAW KICKED Rayola successfully this time!! Dona wasted no time, intending to follow through as she picked Rayola up onto her feet and hit the PUNK-PLEX for the cover and 1...2...3!!

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

Nick Hanson: And another successful defense for Dona Rotten. She defends against the up and coming Rayola Davine. That was one hell of a match, eh Jim?

Jim Reynolds: Don’t make me laugh. This is part of the group that thinks they’re gonna take down the Kingdom? Give me a break.

Nick Hanson: Hey now. Rayola Davine shows a lot of heart and Dona Rotten ain’t exactly someone to sleep on.

Jim Reynolds: Peh!

Nick Hanson: You’re still sour over her husband tossing you off the titan tron, aren’t you?

Jim Reynolds: You don’t mention that!

Nick Hanson: Some old wounds never heal, I guess. HEY WAIT A MINUTE!!

Nick Hanson suddenly exclaimed and the crowd erupted with surprise as The Kingdom’s Jamie Austin hopped the barricade and slid into the ring! Rayola Davine was pulling herself up to her feet, turning and just gathering her wits when BAM!!!! HELL ON HEELS!!! Davine hit the mat and rolled out onto the floor but Jamie followed her out, grabbing the rookie of Team TRIOCS and whipped her into the barricade, then into the ring apron, then into the barricade again. The crowd booed as Jamie began stomping a mudhole in Rayola until the referee came and pulled her away.

Nick Hanson: What the hell is Jamie Austin’s problem?! Where does she get off on attacking Rayola Davine like that?!

Jim Reynolds: Haha, I don’t know but it’s great! Behold baby!!!

Satisfied with the damage done, Jamie Austin threw two middle fingers up in the air, then lowered them to direct them at Rayola Davine as she walked back up the walkway. Even Dona Rotten, still in the ring with her belt looked confused as to what the hell that was.

Result: Pinfall

We cut backstage as we see “The Bellevue Banshee” Sylvia Lopez making her way down the corridor, almost marching as she pulls at her hair. Right as she reaches where she’s wanting to be, which is The Crusade’s locker room, she suddenly stops in her tracks. The camera pans around to find Emevlas Stastias standing there with a smile on her face as Lopez slowly cocks her head to the side. However, Stastias doesn’t say a word, instead opting to just open the door for her “chosen one” and after a few moments, the Bellevue Banshee enters the room with Stastias following behind her, closing the door behind her as Ronnie Lester looks up from finishing lacing up his boots.

Ronnie Lester: Y’all ready to play, Timber?

Lopez seems to be a little distracted by the presence of Stastias, with a look of confusion on her face, but she eventually slowly nods in agreement. Lester stands, frowning with concern.

Ronnie Lester: Hey, what’s wrong?

Lopez walks up to Lester and lowers her voice, almost to a whisper.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia still doesn’t know what to make of this Mevy woman! Sylvia is confused! Sylvia doesn’t like being confused!

Lester looks Lopez in the eyes.

Ronnie Lester: What’s confusing about it to you?

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia doesn’t know why she wants to be around her! Sylvia doesn’t trust her! Sylvia only trusts you, Damon, Nera and Danni!

Lester nods slowly.

Ronnie Lester: Have you asked her?

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia asked her what she wanted on the computer! She keeps calling Sylvia her chosen one!

Nodding slowly, Lester smirks playfully.

Ronnie Lester: I think she’s sweet on ya.

Lopez’s shoulders sink a little and she shakes her head.

Sylvia Lopez: No! The last time this happened to Sylvia… Sylvia nearly destroyed everything! Sylvia nearly ruined the only family she ever had! Sylvia cannot go through that again!

Lester hugs her tightly.

Ronnie Lester: Heeeey, ssssh… it’s alright, Timber. It’s okay to be afraid, it’s okay to be confused. You are doing nothing wrong. We’re here for you, with you. Y’all ain’t gotta try nothin’ alone ever again.

Lopez breaks away from the embrace and nods, this time more vigorously.

Sylvia Lopez: Okay! Sylvia believes and trusts you!

Lester smiles.

Ronnie Lester: So we ready to play with these here Regulators then?

Lopez’s eyes go wide and she grins, showing off her pearly white teeth as she begins to nod again.

Sylvia Lopez: Let’s do it! LET’S DO IT!!!

Ronnie Lester: They really wanna go for the gusto it seems, the way they went for Dame.

Lopez’s expression then turns to one of anger as she begins to pull at her hair.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia will make them pay!

The two then begin to make their way towards the locker room door, passing Stastias on the way. Stastias had been waiting at the door the whole time with her arms crossed across her chest, and with her back to the wall on one foot. She’d been patient, a far cry from how she’d normally be.

Emevlas Stastias: Hey, Sylvia…

Lopez looks over to Stastias.

Sylvia Lopez: Yes?

Stastias approaches Lopez… and hugs her, much like how Lester had before.

Emevlas Stastias: Not that you need it… but good luck tonight.

She eyes Lester.

Emevlas Stastias: Same to you, too, Ron-ster.

Lopez and Lester share a brief glance with one another before the Bellevue Banshee turns back to Stastias and nods before the tag team exit the locker room as we cut elsewhere.

Match #6/Tag Team Match

The Crusade v. The Regulators

Both teams started out deciding on who would start for who. Sylvia Lopez seemed keen on starting for The Crusade and she was pointing, screaming at Morgan Payne for her to start for The Regulators. She’d heard what Morgan said about her backstage and, of course, she wasn’t none too happy. Morgan looked amused and opted to oblige Lopez in starting out against her. Ronnie Lester and Marilyn Matthews got out onto the apron and the bell rang. Lopez and Payne circled up in the ring, looking for a lockup opportunity. Just as Sylvia looked ready to step in, Morgan stepped back and threw a pair of middle fingers at the Bellevue Banshee before reaching back and tagging in Marilyn Matthews. This left The Regulators laughing, Sylvia fuming and Ronnie shaking his head at the mindgames. Marilyn Matthews joined Sylvia in the ring then and the Crusade member finally blew her lid, running right at Matthews with a double axe handle raised up. Matthews gave her the slip, got behind her and started laying into her with the right hands, backing her into the corner.

From the apron, Morgan reached around to lock her hands over Sylvia’s chin while Marilyn laid into her with the body shots. Ronnie Lester tried to get into the ring to help his partner but the referee cut him off, telling him to let him as the official handle it. Morgan wrenched back on Sylvia’s neck as Marilyn threw more shots to the ribs, switching it up with boots, driving them in over and over. Eventually, however, Sylvia managed to get one of Morgan’s fingers in her mouth and bit down, causing the Daughter of Steel City to let her go. Marilyn went for another boot to the ribs but Sylvia caught her by the foot and stepped in for a wild clothesline. She then ran in and bulldozed Morgan off of the apron while she was nursing her finger. Sylvia was seeing red inside the tunnel now as she slid out of the ring and went right for Morgan, pulling her up by the hair and bouncing her face off of the apron then the ringpost.

Sylvia Lopez: Crazy?! CRAZY?! CRAAAZZYYYY?!!?!?

The crowd started a “Fuck her up, Timber, fuck her up” chant as the Bellevue Banshee Irish Whipped Morgan into the barricade as hard as she could, then ran in, shrieking with a big clothesline that knocked her over into the front row. The fans went wild as Sylvia shook the metal railing, screaming her frustrations out. She was fired up! She was also distracted, though, as she went to turn back towards the ring and Marilyn Matthews came in with a Tope Suicida, sending Sylvia crashing back into the barricade. Marilyn laid in with some more shots, pinging Sylvia’s head off the barricade then picking her up and dropping her over it onto her ribs. Marilyn picked Sylvia up and rolled her back into the ring, climbed up onto the apron and slung herself over when Sylvia started getting up onto her feet, delivering Blitzed! Cover and only a two count as Sylvia got the shoulder up. Ronnie Lester was calling for a tag in but Marilyn was wise enough to keep up the offense and prevent Sylvia from making it over to him. Wearing her down with some more strikes, Marilyn managed to lock on a Figure 4 Leglock while Morgan Payne climbed back over the barricade and up onto the apron. From their positioning, Marilyn reached up and out and tagged her partner in while keeping the hold locked in. The crowd booed as Morgan finally got into the match and began stomping away at Lopez until the referee called for Marilyn to get out of the ring. Morgan picked Sylvia up into a Deadlift German but, to the surprise of the fans, she rolled through it, rather impressively and clobbered Morgan over the back with a running, sliding lariat. Sylvia rained down the forearms and elbows on Morgan’s neck and shoulder before picking her up and whipping her into the ropes. She shot for a double axe handle but Morgan ducked underneath, came back and rocked her with a Sok Tong flying elbow over the crown of her head. Sylvia stumbled and Morgan followed up with a Sok Klap elbow, knocking her to the mat again. She was quick to start getting to her feet but Morgan was right there, waiting with a Saito Suplex ready for delivery. Morgan floated over into a cover but Sylvia kicked out again. Looking irritated, Morgan dragged Sylvia over and tagged Marilyn in again and the Regulators went for a double suplex. The Bellevue Banshee managed to get free, however and they opted for a stereo clothesline instead but Sylvia juked under their arms, hit the ropes and came flying in, knocking them on their asses with a flying double clothesline of her own. This left all three laid out on the mat with Ronnie Lester calling for a tag once more. Sylvia crawled her way over just as Morgan and Marilyn were making it up to their feet. Morgan grabbed Sylvia by the foot but she still managed to slap Ronnie’s hand and the ref called it legal.

Ronnie jumped right into the ring and caught Morgan with a spinkick as she came at him. Marilyn came at him next and Ronnie hit a discus clothesline. She hit the mat and Morgan was back up for Ronnie to hit another spinkick. Marilyn popped up again and Ronnie knocked her back with a spinning heel kick. Morgan was up once more and Ronnie hit a big dropkick, taking her down and the Wicked one popped back onto his feet and hit a standing moonsault onto the McKeesport Mauler for a cover but she got the shoulder up. Once Marilyn and Sylvia got out of the ring, Ronnie and Morgan mixed it up a bit. Lester wasn’t wasting time or risking giving Payne a moment to catch him and went right on the offensive with her. He whipped her into the corner, following up with a Running Kneestrike. Morgan hit the mat again and Ronnie hit the top turnbuckle, called for it to the fans then came flipping off into The Scarlet Letter! 1...2...No! Kickout again! He picked Morgan up and went for an Irish Whip but Payne reversed it and sent Lester into the ropes near her corner where Marilyn took the opportunity to hit a rope assisted enziguri to kick him in the back. Still, as Morgan rushed in for a clothesline, Ronnie ducked and almost caused a collision between team members but Morgan stopped herself. As she turned around, however, Ronnie nailed her with a superkick and sent her into the ropes. Marilyn managed to avoid getting knocked off the apron and, instead, caught a tag on Morgan’s back that Ronnie didn’t see. Once again, Ronnie whipped Morgan into the ropes and went for a discus forearm but Morgan hit a baseball slide underneath him and as he spun around, in came Marilyn Matthews with Springboard Missile Dropkick! Ronnie hit the mat and Marilyn popped up, going right into a Standing Shooting Star Press for another nearfall. She went to pick Ronnie up and he caught her with a European Uppercut before setting up for a DDT but she sagged her legs, not letting him snap her down then countered back with a Northern Lights Suplex and a bridge for another nearfall. Ronnie fought back with another European Uppercut as Marilyn picked him up, going for another spinkick but this time she caught his foot, spun him around and quickly turned her back to him to hit Nerf This! Another cover attempt, 1...2...No! Broken up by Sylvia Lopez! Lopez picked Marilyn up to deliver a nasty Spike DDT before slowly dragging Ronnie over to their corner so she could make a legal tag. She didn’t see Marilyn crawling over to her corner as well for one of her own. Marilyn tagged Morgan in just a second before Sylvia got the tag in to Ronnie, both made it into the ring, Sylvia charged in at Morgan but the Regulator member had something that TASTES LIKE A TIMBALAND BOOT, BITCH!!!!

Morgan drew a thumb across her throat, calling that it was time to quit fucking around and just end the match. She pulled Sylvia up to her feet and lifted her belly up, across her shoulders. DAHNTAHN AFTER DA--SUPERKICK FROM RONNIE LESTER!! Morgan dropped Sylvia to the mat, losing her grip. Ronnie moved to check on his partner but Marilyn Matthews ran back in and GOT ‘EM!!! Marilyn went to check on Morgan but Sylvia was back up and hit a running Throwback on the Deranged Digital Duchess!!!!! Matthews and Lester were both rolling out of the ring now as Sylvia was on another fired up kick. From behind her, Morgan got back to her feet and snatched her up across her shoulders again!! This time, however, Sylvia wriggled her body enough that she slipped free again but instead of just falling herself, she brought Morgan down with her into a Crucifix Hold!! Shoulders on the mat!! 1...2...3!!

Roger Arden: Here are your winners!!! Ronnie Lester...Sylvia Lopez...The Crusade!!!!

Jim Reynolds: I don’t fucking believe it!! Bullshit!!

Nick Hanson: Believe it, Jim Reynolds!!! These fans certainly do and so do I!!!

Jim Reynolds: Well fuck you and fuck them!!! And fuck that crazy bitch, too!!!

Nick Hanson: Uhhhh….Jiiiiim?! I think she heard that one!!

Oh, she most certainly did. Sylvia Lopez got “that look” as she slowly turned towards the commentary table. Beginning to angrily huff and puff, the Bellevue Banshee slipped out of the ring and stalked towards the table. Jim Reynolds got up and attempted to use Nick Hanson as cover but Hanson shook Reynolds off and got out of the way.

Nick Hanson: You got this coming to you!

Jim Reynolds: You fucking traitor, Nicky! Sylvia I didn’t mean it!!

Luckily for Jim, Ronnie Lester appeared and got Sylvia’s attention. He had the Silver Mountain Title in his hand, holding it up for her. The belt immediately got Sylvia’s attention. Shiny?! Shiny!! Ronnie seemed to be telling her something, pointing to her, then Morgan, then the title. Sylvia forgot her anger at Jim Reynolds and was suddenly excited. She grabbed the belt out of Ronnie’s hands and hugged it to herself, repeating “I want it! I want it! I want it!” Inside the ring, as The Regulators were recovering, Morgan Payne started shouting for Sylvia Lopez to give her damn belt back. Sylvia just had that wild smile on her face as she held it up to Morgan and said “Shiny! I want it!” The referee came and tried to get the belt from her but Sylvia tried to bite his fingers. It took Ronnie coaxing Sylvia into relinquishing the belt to its rightful holder for now but even as The Regulators headed back up the walkway, Morgan holding her title over one arm, Sylvia crawled across the ring, dragging her legs on the mat until she was peering through the ropes with that wild, excited smile, nodding quickly when Morgan pointed at the belt and appeared to be asking “what, you want some more of this?!” Ronnie Lester stood behind his partner, slapping her on the shoulder with an approving smile.

Jim Reynolds: Good fucking Christ, she wants a shot at the Silver Mountain Championship.

Nick Hanson: She wants it. She earned it. I feel like she’ll get it!

Result: Pinfall

Collision returns from a commercial where General Manager, Luthor Callaway stands in the ring, looking less than amused already. Needless to say, it’s been...a long night. He motions for the music to cut with a hand across his throat and raises the microphone.

Luthor Callaway: I ain’t one to beat on a dead horse here, however some points need to be...reiterated. So, I’ll make this quick because I’m pretty sure y’all came here to see a main event and not listen to me flap my gums all night.

Laughter from the crowd and a low “Luthor” chant even starts up before the General Manager continues.

Luthor Callaway: To run a successful company...there needs to be order. Back when I wore a uniform we called it the chain of command. Shit travels up and down the chain in one orderly line. Everyone’s got their responsibilities to follow. Everyone’s got their job to do. Now, when you disrupt that chain; say, when you try to skip a step in line, you jump the chain and that’s when it gets all fucked up. The chain gets a kink in it. At that point, you need to work to get those kinks out before more damage is caused. Otherwise, the chain snaps. It breaks. And the whole goddamn structure can come crumbling down, and then what do you got?

Pause. He waits a moment as if letting the fans think of an answer.

Luthor Callaway: Rubble. Wreckage. A pile of shit. Well, let me explain something. When I took this job, I didn’t take it because I needed the money. I got a retirement pension I can already live off of. No, I took this position because someone I made a promise to, years ago, came to me and said “hey man, I need help. I got a job that needs done and the way I need it done, you’re the best person to do it.” Who the hell would I be to turn down the request of a friend? A brother? So, here I am; working to do what was asked of me but, like anywhere else, we have a chain of command here. An established order. And there are certain little elements trying to disrupt that order. Trying to break that chain.

Luthor rubs his mouth, scratches his chin and shakes his head.

Luthor Callaway: There’s a lot of kinks in the chain, people. I’ve been working them out one by one. Hell, y’all saw me work one out earlier tonight. That one could’ve been a real doozy. However, there’s one kink in particular -- well, two in fact. They’re right next to each other. Yeah, those side by side kinks can be a real bitch to get out but with a little extra work, it’s possible, which is what I aim to get at here, once and for all.

Luthor turns towards the stage, any and all semblance of amusement leaving his face.

Luthor Callaway: Sela Rica-Lark and Abigail Lindsey….

The crowd begins to stir with anticipation.

Luthor Callaway: Y’all get your damn asses out here, right...fucking...now.

Nick Hanson: Oh, I hope he knows what he’s doing….

Jim Reynolds: He’s giving us a chance to look at Sela and Abigail. Of course he knows what he’s doing. It’s called smart business, Nicky.

Nick Hanson: Oh, you gotta be fu---....nevermind….

The tunes of Halestorm's "I Like It Heavy" play on the speakers after a few seconds. Abigail Lindsey and Sela-Rica Lark appear at the top of the ramp with mics in hands and the music is cut prematurely as Sela brings the mic to her mouth before they make their way down the ramp.

Sela-Rica Lark: Now Luthor, this, what you are doing, very rude. You realize you interrupted our tea time? It's very important that niceties be observed even in the midst of chaos Luthor. But maybe that's something you don't understand.

Sela and Abigail shrug at each other as they reach ringside. Sela heads up the steps while Abigail climbs on the apron and both women enter the ring.

Sela-Rica Lark: You know, we don't ask for much around here. In fact, we don't really ask for anything at all. We just want to play really. Now is that actually so wrong? I mean, you're the one choosing not to book us so we have to find our entertainment somewhere, right? Just the nature of being a competitor isn't it?

Abigail walks behind Luthor. Sela stands in front of the general manager. They have him cornered.

Abigail Lindsey: Your little bestie Leina is probably swearing up a storm right now, Lu Lu. Never thought the gruff General Manager would be so kid friendly. But anyway. What Sela and I did to the Headshotzclan is on your head. You would think after Sela and I handily beat Cass we would receive an award. Nope. You rewarded a loser, Lu. It’s a shame you are teaching everyone you can fail up. Shame on you Lu, shame!

Abigail shows a pouty face that is obviously fake. She pats Luthor on the shoulder.

Abigail Lindsay: Are you finally going to do your job? Say what you want about us, Sela and I are wrestlers. We show up to work every week to wrestle, not to stand in catering. It’s soooo boring back there. Ask Cass and The Headshotz what it’s like when Sela and I are bored. What’s it going to be, Lu? Continue to bore us or do your job for once.

Luthor turns around once Abigail’s finishes speaking and looms, raising his mic. Up comes a finger, inches from her face.

Luthor Callaway: First thing you need to learn about established order: keep your fucking hands off of me. If you need a reminder as to why, go over on a Trauma show and ask Eavan Maloney.

There’s a loud “Ohhhhhhhhhh” from the crowd but Luthor continues to just stare daggers into Abigail’s eyes.

Luthor Callaway: Second of all: You wanna talk about rewards when you two continue to monkey around here like a couple of rabid animals. News flash, sweetheart. Bad dogs don’t get treats. Bad dogs get taken out behind the woodshed and put...the fuck...down!

Sela puts a hand gently on Abigail's shoulder as a gentle calm at first. She shoots her very seductive smile at Luthor.

Sela-Rica Lark: Oh that's no way to treat the two who make your otherwise patterned and orderly show have some fun and unpredictability to it. You were a soldier, but you're a businessman now. And a businessman in a business that thrives on controversy.

Sela slowly begins to pace, strut even, around Luthor.

Sela-Rica Lark: Look at you talking about the order and the way of things. You know that's not what you crave. You see Luthor, it's what I've been saying all along: monsters walk among you. And right now, I'm talking to one of the biggest on the block.

Sela stands behind Luthor, almost whispering into his ear and the mic.

Sela-Rica Lark: Think about all the savages you keep here, not the least of which are the two ladies in this ring. Your own champion Damon Cross. Tren Descarillado, who is regrettably on medical leave. Jasmine Matthews, heir to the Reptile himself. You even had Matt Salvatore working as commentator for awhile. Why is that? Because you know what we know, that order needs chaos to sustain itself, to give meaning to its existence. And that's what we are now. We might end up destroying the place, but the lovely thing about what gets destroyed is it comes back better. Think of all the opportunities that can offer? I know, there's an easy way and a hard way to things. But that's why you are in your position. Because you are that monster and you know the choices you have to make.

Sela places a gentle hand on Luthor's neck and traces her fingers lightly on him.

Sela-Rica Lark: So when you make those choices, you know all that is gonna come from it is chaos, even as you try to build that little bit of order. Think about that.

A few seconds pass as Luthor looks as though he is going to respond to what Sela said. He doesn’t get the opportunity. Abigail drops down to her knees, swiftly connects with a low blow. Luthor immediately clutches his groin. He drops down to the mat.

Nick Hanson: OH!!! NOW, COME ON!!!

Jim Reynolds: Shot right in the fucking pills!!

Nick Hanson: You can’t lay hands on the General Manager, like that! What the hell is wrong with them?!

Jim Reynolds: Well, Juliana Mendoza offered to lay hands on him in a different way and he turned that down so….

Nick Hanson: I’m gonna highly suggest you don’t finish that one. Somebody get these two out of here! That’s gonna have penalties for damn sure!

Abigail and Sela stand side by side looking down at the General Manager as boos reign down on both of them. They laugh at Luthor’s expense. Feeling they made their point Sela and Abigail walk over to the ropes, they step on the ring apron. However Luthor grabs the microphone he dropped. He’s clearly still in a state of discomfort, he brings the mic to his lips.

Luthor Callaway: Girls? ...Agh...I’m gonna be completely honest…. I was hoping you’d choose something along those lines….

Luthor pushes himself up to one knee and rests his elbow on it as he laughs through the pain.

Luthor Callaway: Hard way it is….

Luthor tosses the mic aside and just sits there in that kneeling position as he watches Sela and Abigail. There’s a moment of silence, minus the din of the audience’s voices before a voice comes over the PA system.


Jim Reynolds: Whoa, fucking WHAT?!

Nick Hanson: HO-HOOOOO MAAAAAN!!!!! HERE WE GO!!!!

Cro-Mags’ “Apocalypse Now” kicks on over the system then, throwing the crowd into a frenzied pop. Luthor starts to just laugh in the ring as Sela and Abigail slowly turn around with confusion on their faces. From one of the tunnels, opposite the one they came out of, Shieldmaiden members Saoirse “Psycho” Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire come walking out onto the stage. Gallus Mag. There’s a tense stare down between the two duos as Luthor just looks on. Next, all of a sudden, Psycho dives off of the stage and goes right at Sela, firing off a storm of fists that Sela starts returning in defense. Abigail grabs Psycho to pull her off but Bruiser runs in seconds behind her wife and tackles Abigail into the barricade. Those two start throwing blows back and forth, sending the crowd into a louder frenzy. The two pairs of brawlers start working their way towards the ring where Luthor rolls out to clear the way.

Jim Reynolds: The fuck are these two doing out here?! Get them out!

Nick Hanson: ...Call it smart business, Jim.

Jim Reynolds: I’m gonna fucking punch you.

The fight spills into the ring then and each pair takes a separate corner. It starts to look like both teams are on even ground for the most part before Abigail feeds Bruiser a hard back elbow in the corner. She steps back and comes rushing in but Bruiser gets her boots up right into Abigail’s face. Sela goes to send Psycho into the ropes but she reverses it and whips Sela instead, following right in with a clothesline. Sela rolls back over the top rope and lands at ringside on her feet. Abigail doesn’t think twice before sliding out to join her as Bruiser and Psycho claim the ring as their stomping ground. Bruiser works up the crowd some more as Psycho leans over the ropes, beckoning Sela and Abigail back into the ring with a particularly hateful look in her eyes. Sela and Abigail seem to debate whether or not to oblige them, exchanging words between one another. Eventually, Sela just pats Abigail on the chest and the pair actually grin a little, looking amused at the prospective war as they back towards the stage. Back inside the ring, Psycho continues to glower from the ropes and Bruiser stands up on the turnbuckle, opening her arms out in an open challenge to Sela and Abigail. Right at ringside, Luthor Callaway looks to be the most amused as “Apocalypse Now” hits the speakers again and we fade to a commercial.
Not far removed from the announcement of Damon’s new challenger for his World Heavyweight Championship, he is shown sitting shirtless in the locker room on a sturdy bench. Yes, the ladies notice his bared torso; the hoots and hollers say as much. It is no surprise that, albeit briefly, Danni Anderson is wearing a cute little smirk at the sound of it, knowing who they screech for is hers. The Sugarplum Fairy, however, busies herself with the task of wrapping Damon’s ribs and right shoulder with bandages, creating extra support for his upcoming match against Jasmine Matthews. Keen eyes can notice a few spots of discolored flesh and the remains of cuts and abrasions from the recent assault leveled at the Redeemer by one Tren Descarrilado.

And if the flesh remembers, the mind must as well.

Damon, however, looks rather calm at the moment. He moves when guided, lifting and lowering his arm as necessary so Danni can complete her task. The title lays across his lap, and his smile is a few shades north of saucy. Recognizing that the camera is upon him, Damon flips his hair back with a swift motion of his head, outright grinning at the camera.

Damon Cross: You’re a bold little ange, Yukiko. I tip my nonexistent hat to you for having the female equivalent of the cojones to throw the aforementioned phantom headpiece into the ring!

Honestly, the motion is more of a cute little salute to one Yukiko Kusanagi, the Demolition Angel, but it is a tipping of the hat all the same.

Damon Cross: It was a fine idea, truly. Until… you made that nasty little mistake that so many others do in wrestling. You know which one, non? The erreur fatale, which while enough to gain one consideration and opportunity, often lulls one into false confidence and wrongheaded notions in the same moment. Do you know of what I speak, madame?

The grin gives way a little, but it lingers stronger in his eyes.

Damon Cross: You think because you beat me once that you can simply… do it again.

Danni finally speaks up at this point…

Danni Anderson (◡‿◡✿): “One does not simply” defeat my Redeemer twice. Especially now when sooo much has changed. Before, Damon was still struggling to find himself. He was at war with the Kingdom in his pursuit for the NFW World Heavyweight Championship. He was fighting to take back what was stolen from him. Now? He’s a double World Champion in two different wrestling companies and he’s completely redeemed himself. This Damon is a very different Damon from the one you faced before, Yukiko-chan.

...and Damon nods sagely in response.

Damon Cross: My reine fee is wise beyond her years, and much sharper than she gets credit for. You have pinned me before, Ange Destructeur. This I shall not deny. But in a fatal four-way -- with a happy little distraction from the former champion. Could you repeat that success one-on-one? And against a Damon Cross with so much more to lose? That’s certainly what you are hoping for, challenging me. But that is your mistake. Your erreur fatale.

He’s turned up the charisma. This and the fluid transition between the English and French languages brings a soft red hue to Danielle’s cheeks. She lightly nibbles on her lower lip, trying to focus her efforts on preparing him for his upcoming match. Damon continues seamlessly.

Damon Cross: I’m not the same man you beat a few months ago. Hell, I’m not the same man that I was yesterday, for that matter. One of the most important lessons Hiashi taught me was to never stop improving or evolving how I tackle my matches and opponents. But a more important lesson? Never count on past success as a portent for future glory. That’s your mistake, Yukiko.

As serious as a heart attack, Damon stands as Danni finishes her efforts. Grabbing his jacket off the bench, the Redeemer places the belt over one broad shoulder and gazes at it fondly.

The same belt the Sweetheart Esper lost in December.

Her facial features express love for her fiancée, proudness for his accomplishment, as well as a hint of sadness... The camera picks up on this, though it’s only for a brief moment as she shakes it off and smiles.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿): I believe in you, my Redeemer. I will always, always have faith in you.

Danielle’s comments empower him even more, Cross turning a dark-eyed stare on the camera.

Damon Cross: Tonight, I’ll prove how much stock you can put in the past when I face Princess Snake one-on-one and beat her. She beat me in the past, Yukiko. Just like you. And when your turn comes? I’ll beat you just I beat Jasmine tonight.

With a grin, Damon turns and heads out of sight, Danni hurrying to follow after him.

Main Event/Singles Match

Jasmine Matthews v. Damon Cross

Danni nods as Damon steps out to meet Jasmine in the center of the ring. Jasmine snaps off a kick and follows with a series of punches that catches Damon off-balance. Jasmine cracks him with a spinning backfist and Damon goes down. Jasmine drops a knee and then covers.

One!

Two!

Damon kicks out!

Danni slaps the mat as Jasmine looks to put on a side headlock. Damon rolls her through into a cradle.

One!

Two!

Jasmine kicks out!

As they start to rise, Jasmine hits a kick and pulls him into a backslide.

One!

Two!

Damon kicks out!

Damon ducks a clothesline attempt by an onrushing Jasmine and clubs her in the small of the back with a forearm of his own. Jasmine stumbles and Damon hooks her for a bridging german suplex.

One!

Two!

Jasmine kicks out!

The two get to their feet and begin trading punches. Damon starts to win the flurry and Jasmine jumps into a flying knee that floors Damon. Jasmine covers.

One!

Two!

Damon barely kicks out!

Jasmine gets him up to look for the Ice Cold but Damon ducks the boot and hooks her up for the Weight of the World.

One!

Two!

Three!

~Ding Ding Ding~

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match by pinfall… The NFW World Heavyweight Champion, “The Redeemer” DAMON CROSS!

Nick Hanson: PLAY-BY-PLAY COMMENTARY

Jim Reynolds: COLOR COMMENTARY


State of Mine’s “Rise” fills the arena as Damon Cross pulls himself back to his feet and accepts the World Heavyweight Title from Referee James Greer. The Senior Official raises his arm and Damon raises the belt as Danni Anderson enters the ring to embrace him. Their celebration lasts but a fleeting moment, however, before Damon’s music is abruptly cut off and replaced by Health’s “Tears.” Damon and Danni turn towards the stage, both looking a little perplexed to say the least as a stoic faced Katelin Descarrilado comes out of the left tunnel. Of course, she’s met by boos from the crowd as she starts towards the ring.

Nick Hanson: Now what in the hell does she want?

Jim Reynolds: Oh, I don’t know. She still represents...you know...THE NUMBER ONE CONTENDER TO THAT TITLE DAMON HOLDS!! She said she was gonna be a constant reminder, Nicky! Get with the times!

Nick Hanson: She is not needed out here.

Katelin reaches the ring and promptly climbs the steps, stepping in through the ropes. She starts walking briskly up to Damon Cross but Danni Anderson blocks her path, getting almost nose to nose with her. The camera microphones don’t pick up what’s being said but Katelin immediately starts jaw jacking at Danni while pointing over her shoulder at Damon. Danni can’t be heard either but she’s clearly telling Katelin to “Back. Off. Now.” Katelin steps in, bowing up on Danni who doesn’t budge an inch.

Jim Reynolds: Ho-ho shit, this might be good!

Nick Hanson: Umm...can we get some help out h---

Before Hanson can finish his words, Queens Of The Stone Age’s “Smooth Sailing” kicks on over the PA system. Inside the ring, Damon, Danni, and Katelin all look towards the stage and the crowd pops as Cass Baumer comes storming out of the right tunnel with a particularly pissed off look in her eyes. Her usual smirk and chipper movements that tend to go with her music are gone. She’s just beelining it down the walkway until she gets to the ring.

Jim Reynolds: Now what the hell is she doing out here?! Nobody wants her either!

Nick Hanson: Ohhh, if I know Cass Baumer, I know exactly why she’s out here an--HERE WE GO, JIM!!!

Cass doesn’t miss a beat as she climbs up onto the apron and gets inside the ring. The second she has both feet in the ring, she rushes Katelin Descarrilado!! Danni and Damon both jump out of the way as Cass takes Katelin down to prevent being run into. The women hit the mat and the fists start flying. It’s like a mix between a catfight and a brawl that spills out onto the ringside floor. Danni, being a friend of Cass, approaches the ropes to keep eyes on the fight, almost trying to decide whether or not she should try to break the two up to prevent any serious injury. It certainly isn’t doing the referee any good as he all but fails to stop the two.

Nick Hanson: Now, we need somebody out here to get these two apart! This is getting outta hand!

Jim Reynolds: Let ‘em fight! Maybe Kate’ll finish the job on Bummer!

Nick Hanson: Thank god, here comes security. Hey wait, what the?

Sure enough, security staff comes rushing down to the ring, circling around to get Cass and Katelin apart. From their numbers, though, a silver-haired woman in black slides into the ring and pops up right behind Damon Cross while Danni Anderson is still focused on the brawl between Cass and Katelin.

Nick Hanson: Yukiko Kusanagi!! What the hell is she--?!

Whether it’s the crowd screaming for him to look out or by his own sixth sense, Damon Cross slowly starts to turn around but only gets about halfway before Yukiko NAILS him with the Steel Feather!! Cross drops the title and hits the mat, out like a light.

Nick Hanson: STEEL FEATHER!! WHAT THE HELL?! WHAT IS GOING ON?!

Jim Reynolds: IIINNNN-SANITYYYYYY!!!! That was great, Nicky! I actually gotta give the crazy bitch kudos for that!

Having heard the sound of someone hitting the mat, Danni turns back around and notices, in horror, that Damon is laid out with Yukiko standing over him. She immediately runs over, kneeling by Damon’s side while putting herself between him and his attacker. Danni looks more shocked and heartbroken than anything. Not really ready an anger fueled fight like she was with Katelin. She’s shocked that Yukiko even did this as she looks up at the woman, mouthing “Why?” over and over under the roar of the crowd. Yukiko just stands there, practically statuesque before she slowly reaches down and picks up the dropped World Heavyweight Title.

Jim Reynolds: There’s your answer, kiddo! It’s all about the gold!

Nick Hanson: And it’s disgusting. She laid out her challenge. It didn’t sound like Damon said “no” necessarily, so why this?

Jim Reynolds: What was it she told Callaway earlier? You let your pack starve, they go rabid?

Nick Hanson: Well, this is outright appalling. Ladies and gentlemen, that’s all the time we have for tonight, but I doubt we’ve heard the last of it between these two -- hell, these four competitors. Next week is Trauma’s Manifest Destiny II. Be sure not to miss it.

Jim Reynolds: Or do miss it. I don’t give a shit.

Nick Hanson: Be nice, for once in your life. Anyway folks, for Jim Reynolds, I’m Nick Hanson. So long and goodnight!

Credits roll on the screen as security finally get Katelin Descarrilado and Cass Baumer apart. The Senior Official joins Danni Anderson in checking on Damon Cross as Yukiko Kusanagi stands with the title in her hand. She doesn’t raise it. She just stares down at the center plate, facing up on top of her arm before lifting her gaze to the camera….and she smiles….