NFW Collision #99 - Chicago, Illinois! 06/08/2021!

Nick Hanson: Welcome to Collision, ladies and gentlemen! Nick Hanson here, joined by Jim Reynolds--

Jim Reynolds: They know who we fucking are, Nicky. At least, they should.

Nick Hanson: Well aren’t you a ray of sunshine tonight?

Jim Reynolds: Ehh, I just ain’t in the mood for gibber gabber. I wanna see people get hit in the damn face so let’s get this show rolling!

Nick Hanson: Fair enough! I can get behind that! Buckle up folks, Collision starts now!
Backstage at the Collision Center, Second City Riot Squad members Layla Diaz and Jed Coffey are goofing around with one another when Leah Aguero barges into the room after hearing their commotion. Diaz and Mighty J fall silent as they can tell Leah is pissed off. Leah marches right over to Diaz, staring down at her the whole time. Leah winds back and slaps Diaz straight across the face. Taken aback, Diaz clutches her cheek. Coffey takes a step towards Leah but Leah calls him off with a simple finger in the air.

Leah Aguero: Does that piss you off? Well, it should. There’s a lot of things that should be pissing you off right about now but week in and week out all I see is the two of you goofing around. To be frank, I’m sick of it. Diaz, you once acted like someone that had something to prove. Nowadays, you’re just some snarky little girl with an accent. “Knees an Cuttahs, knees an cuttahs”. It’s starting to be a joke.

Diaz lowers her hand from her face. The immediate shock from the slap is gone and replaced by a snarl. She takes a step closer as Leah’s stone face breaks into a smirk.

Leah Aguero: You feel that? That’s what I want you to feel every damn time you step into this building. Whenever we come to the Collision Center I want you in the zone where you’re ready to kick someone’s ass just simply because they looked in your direction. That’s the girl I saw potential in. That’s the girl I shared tag team gold with. You bring that attitude and soon enough you could be adding some Trios gold to your mantle. Take a look at tonight. We’ve got The Queen’s Guard and The Socialites in a Trios Three Way Dance. We win and we’re one step closer to going to Reckoning Day and our shot at the Trios Titles. Need I remind you where we were last year at this time?

Diaz puts her hand up in Leah’s face to tell her to stop talking.

Layla Diaz: I knows zactly where we wuz las year at Reckonin Day. We wuz beatin dem Skillz Vendahz down so bad dey cudnt even finish da dang match. Dey quit all cuz da bish broke her mano. Yous don’t need ta remind me a nuthin.

Leah swipes Diaz’s hand away.

Leah Aguero: Then that same drive that you had a year ago, I want to see it tonight. And not just you. I’m also talking about you ya big lug.

Leah’s attention diverts to Jed Coffey who looks to see if there’s someone behind him and then points to himself.

Leah Aguero: Yeah you. The time for all this bs to stop starts right now. You’re all schmucks this, schmucks that, flexing muscles in the background or doing yoga but when it comes time to hop in the ring where does all that get you. Need I remind you what the big bad Mighty J had coming to him when he faced off against Tren Descarillado? He dropped you through a table.

Jed attempts to interject by raising a finger.

Leah Aguero: Don’t. Just don’t. For starters, you had nothing to do with what happened to Tren’s arm. He did that to himself so you can’t take credit for it. It’s time you earn your keep around here because I’m sick and tired of being the only one taking things seriously around here. So ship up because tonight, it’s put up or shut up time.

Leah storms back out of the room with Jed Coffey and Layla Diaz just staring at each other.

Layla Diaz: I tink she wuz talkin bout yous an all dat tomfoolery. Yous needs ta start actin right.

Jed was almost ready to interject again but then realized she is a bit of a goof and just shrugged his shoulders. With that, the show goes back to the ring.

Match #1/Singles Match

Kai Morgan v. Trina Tanaka

~DING DING DING~

Kai marches right into the middle of the ring, points at Trina, and says he’ll let her just lay down and save the embarrassment. She’s gonna get paid what she always gets paid to lose a match, so why not save some pain? Trina points to the mat and then acts like she’s going to lay down before she blisters his chest with a knife edge chop. He goes back into the ropes and comes flying at Trina with a bicycle knee, Tanaka is wobbly and Kai floors her with a corkscrew neckbreaker Morgan makes the cover, but Trina kicks out at 1. Kai pulls Trina up and then drives her right back down with a double underhook suplex. Another pin attempt and another 1 count. Kai drags Trina up, whips her across, but no she counters it, sends him into the corner, and follows with a dropkick. Trina rolls Kai up into a school boy and gets a way to close 2 count. Kai pops to his feet, absolutely levels Trina with a spinning backfist, then scoops her up and takes her out with the E.O.D. Kai covers and hooks both legs as he pulls Trina into a deep pin

ONE…

TWO...

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Your winner as a result of a pinfall…KAI MORGAN!

Jim Reynolds: Wow Trina Tanaka looks like she is completely out of it. I think she might need CPR.

Nick Hanson: Don’t you even dare try it. Trina Tanaka is definitely feeling the effects of that very dangerous maneuver from Kai Morgan. Looking forward to seeing what he does going forward.

Result: Pinfall

At the Collision Center in Chicago, the camera fades in on Ian Dream in a blue jumpsuit. Sierra Silver, dressed in a white “Sierra HECK’N Silver” t-shirt and green plaid skirt, stands by his side holding a whistle. Behind the villainous duo are the lockers, below them is a blue mat with a barbell but on one side of the barbell is a pink rabbit stuffed animal and on the other side is a blue bear stuffed animal.

Ian Dream: I became the superhero that I dreamed but nothing is as I imagined. Why do I feel this empty inside?

Ian takes three deep breaths, grabs the barbell and struggles to get it up. Ian lifts the barbell over his silver hair! Ian starts taking three short breaths as his eyes widen. Ian's legs start to shake in his blue pants until Ian straightens his body with a battle cry. Ian's knees wobble as he puts down the barbell as the stuffed animals squeak.

Ian Dream: Of course, I always dreamed of being a superhero! It is necessary to follow rigorous training.

Ian completes one-hundred squats impressively fast.

Ian Dream: One hundred squats!

Ian drops to the blue mat below him and starts doing one hundred push-ups.

Ian Dream: One hundred push-ups!

Ian completes his pushes ups and lays on the blue mat.

Ian Dream: Time for the Superman-wait-no nevermind. I’m not doing exercise named after do-gooders.

Ian gets up and runs out of the room with a ‘woosh’ sound, past a ridiculously guarded catering table with chocolate cakes stacked on them.

Ian Dream: A run!

Next to the chocolate cakes are a bunch of fruits and vegetables, a single banana goes missing as Ian rushes by. Ian begins to snack on the banana.

Ian Dream: Not only do we have an evil genius of a villainous mastermind planner in Sierra Silver but we have the work ethic that was passed down to me by my father Daniel Dream. I will spit blood to become the supervillain. I became The Resurrected Two. The hardest working man in NFW is without gold around his waist. Christina Olson, you control your destiny. How far are you willing to go to be successful? We all know how far I am willing to go, now do we not? I’m just a guy who plays supervillain.

The scene fades to black.
We open up in the Kingdom locker room where we see Lilith Meadows and Christina Olson sitting there, already in their ring gear and their NFW Tag Team Championships over their shoulders.

Christina Olson: It's been a while since either of us have been in singles action. Hell, it might have been at Cruel Summer last year that we competed one on one.

Lilith Meadows: Don't remind us about last summer. We don't wanna remember that time, it was awful.

Christina nods her head in understanding as she stands up and reaches a hand out to Lilith who takes it and gets up herself.

Christina Olson: Trust me, I remember Lily. We all remember because we thought we had lost you. But we can't think about that when I take on Ian Dream in a little preview of the tag title match. The kid might be a relative newcomer to the industry still, but he's proving he's good though.

Lilith Meadows: He is. So is Sierra Silver. The two of them, really, really good on their own. As a team though, they ain't proved much yet and everyone knows they ain't near as good as we are together. Our two near record setting reigns have proved that we are the absolute best team on the planet.

Christina nods her head as she smiles and pats her half of the tag team titles.

Christina Olson: And we aren't bad on our own either. This time last year, I came within a heartbeat of becoming World Champion. So Ian, you're going against a member of The Kingdom, the single most dominant group in wrestling today. Where we go, titles and success follow us. Tonight you see that firsthand. I see a bright future for you, but just not at my expense. Tonight you take a trip to Valhalla and see what it truly means to be a warrior.

The two of them smile and hold their titles high before exiting the locker room.

Match #2/Singles

Christina Olson v. Ian Dream

The bell sounds and Christina immediately goes right at Ian and takes him down to the mat before starting to pound away at him before he manages to throw her off. Christina gets up to her feet and goes for a clothesline, but Ian ducks under it, but when he turns around, he’s met with a discus elbow shot that staggers him into the ropes. Christina charges in and delivers a clothesline to him that sends him over the top rope and out to the floor. Christina then grabs the attention of the referee before Lilith comes in and starts to stomp away at him before slamming him face first into the ring post. Sierra sees this and tries to intervene, but Lilith backs away as the referee tells Sierra to get back into her corner. Christina rolls to the outside and picks Ian up before rolling him back into the ring and then climbing to the top rope and delivering a senton splash and going for a cover, only managing a two count.

Christina rolls back to the apron and stands up. She waits for Ian to get to his feet and goes for a springboard forearm, but Ian is able to counter with a standing dropkick. This stuns Christina as she is then hit with a palm strike before he delivers a cutter and going for a cover, only to get a two count. Ian picks Christina up and looks to send her into the corner, but she reverses it and sends him. Christina charges in and goes for a corner splash, but Ian is able to roll out of the way and Christina crashes head first into the top turnbuckle. Ian grabs Christina and rolls her up, getting all the leverage he can on the pin as the ref counts to three.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall, IAN...DREAM!!!

Ian rolls out of the ring as Christina sits up, shocked and pissed off as Sierra joins Ian and the two celebrate as they walk up the ramp.

Jim Reynolds: He stole that one!

Nick Hanson: Oh come on, Jim. He did n--

Jim Reynolds: HE STOLE IT!!!

Nick Hanson: Ian Dream is showing the world he’s a star in the making.

Jim Reynolds: THIEF!!!!

Nick Hanson: He might steal cakes but he didn’t steal the w--

Jim Reynolds: THIEF!!!!!

Nick Hanson: Oh boy….

Result: Pinfall

The scene comes up backstage with Abigail Lindsey and Sela-Rica Lark standing by. Both give smiles and innocent poses to the camera.

Sela-Rica Lark: So Luthor, you think you can just put together a couple matches and scare us into submission? Do you really think that somehow, giving Gallus Mag the hope of a chance will save them, or you after? Next time you might send someone with a little more bite than bark.

Abigail Lindsey: Picture this. You walk into a bar, the first image that catches your eye is the most striking woman on the face of the planet. Summoning up all your courage you walk over to this delectable creature. Lucky for you there is a seat right next to her. She opens her mouth, just like that...

Abigail snaps her fingers.

Abigail Lindsey: ... the magic dies. Facing Saoirse was supposed to live up to my expectations. Unfortunately the bell rang, by the end of our dance I was left unfulfilled. Not okay. At. All. Makes me feel Lu Lu that you are all bark, no real bite. Your trump card was nothing but a dud. Sela and I aren’t concerned if Becca beats the clock. Reckoning Day III will end on our terms, with your Lu Lu coming to the realization that there is no controlling a force of nature. Ta-ta for now.

Abigail blows a kiss at the camera. Sela sways gently and giggles a bit. The camera zooms in on Sela as she starts psychotically cackling before the scene fades out with Sela's cackling echoing out as well.
We open in the Kingdom locker room. Christina Olson is cleaning up after her match and The Queen’s Guard are preparing for their match. Jasmine and Marilyn Matthews sit and watch as they both slowly prepare for their match later on.

Marilyn Matthews: Human memory is a funny thing. People love to believe that their memory of an event, especially big ones, are perfect. They think they can remember every single detail with perfect recollection. But what people really remember is how they felt. That is the deep rooted memory. Someone will remember getting proposed to because it is just a touching and emotional moment. They might remember the act but nothing more. They couldn’t recall every last little detail.

Marilyn chuckles.

Marilyn Matthews: Human memory is more, big picture than it is fine details. That being the case, I am totally baffled at how soon people want to forget major events in the past. They say those that fail to learn from history are doomed to repeat it. So, with that in mind, I ask you all...

She pauses for effect.

Marilyn Matthews: Do you REALLY want me to come take the World Heavyweight Title back for another year?

Another pause.

Marilyn Matthews: Of course you don’t. You all want your chance with the title. You all think you can do what I did. But news flash, you can’t. Not many can reign as top champion for a solid year plus. I didn’t just take Jasmine’s last name because I love her. A few underlying conditions aside, I’m basically a Matthews by everything but blood.

The pair look at each other and grin.

Marilyn Matthews: I might not be the World Champion right now, but that does not mean that Collision, and NFW as a whole, aren’t MY HOUSE. None of us would be here without me. None. This company would have floundered and died had I not carried it up the mountain of success on my fucking back. Now that I no longer am Champion, I can remind people of that every damned week. I can show why I am the biggest name in NFW. Why when people think of NFW they think of me. Doesn’t matter if it’s by Marilyn, Sativa, ‘That arrogant bitch,’ or whatever. When NFW gets brought up I am the one they think about. Not Damon, Not the Prince of a crater in Turkmenistan, not Brody or Luthor or Isabella. They think of ME.

Jasmine places a hand on Marilyn’s shoulders.

Jasmine Matthews: Task at hand, dear.

Marilyn Matthews: Right.

Marilyn takes a breath and slowly lets it out.

Marilyn Matthews: Tonight I do just that. Tonight, a couple of dipshits get that lesson first hand. Headshotz clan, sounds like a couple of sweaty cry-hards. The kind of people I fuck with online for fun. They will talk their big game. They will think they’re going to be able to worm their way to a win tonight. But what they think are just a couple of marks, easy targets, are literally the two single best wrestlers in NFW. They are up against their worst nightmares personified. A team that can take their shit with a smile and feed it back to them ten times better. Tonight isn’t a match between a couple of punks and the Kingdom. Tonight is a fucking clinic put on by the Kingdom’s best. Remember boys, you are across the ring from two former World Champions. Do the smart thing. Stay in the locker room and don’t embarrass yourselves.

Jasmine Matthews: Behold the Kingdom.

The scene fades as the pair finish preparing for their match.

Match #3/Beat The Clock

Sela Rica-Lark v. Jeszika Gautier

The match started off the very second that Jeszika Gautier began entering the ring during her entrance as Sela Rica-Lark ran in and started throwing down forearms and knees on ⅓ of the NFW Trios Champions. She had a bar to set for this match and, damn it, she was going to! It also didn’t escape her that Gautier and the rest of Arsenal were in close association with Gallus Mag, so perhaps she was looking to send a message here as well. Heather Young, this match’s referee, did call for the opening bell but also tried to reason with Sela to let up a bit and give Jeszika a chance to gather her thoughts and actually be ready for the match. Sela wasn’t having it, however, and instead she twisted Jeszika’s arm around and began hitting repeated shoulder breakers over and over. She mixed these up with repeated forearms to the side of the head before going for an Irish Whip but Jeszika reversed it and pulled Sela in, hooking her up and hitting a desperation Russian Legsweep. Finally having a moment, Jeszika sat up and shook out her arm. Sela was getting to her feet, however, so Jeszika did the same and came in for a Dropkick. Sela swatted her feet aside and caused Jeszika to hit the mat before The Underground Queen jumped up, going for a double knee drop across Jeszika’s back. Jeszika rolled out of the way and made it up to her feet while Sela started getting up as well. Jeszika had just enough time to hit the ropes for a back springboard cutter. She floated right over and hooked the leg for a cover on Sela but only got a two count before the Underground Queen got her shoulder up.

Jeszika picked Sela up and the latter blasted the former with a rising European Uppercut. Jeszika responded with one of her famous, stiff kicks to the side of Sela. This caused Sela to wince at first but she immediately smiled, laughed and...well, let’s just say she seemed to enjoy the strike more than most would. So much that she motioned for Jeszika to give her another one. Jeszika obliged and Sela hissed, running her tongue over her teeth. She called for another so Jeszika gave it to her. Jeszika gave her two more, in fact before feigning a third only to switch legs and deliver a low roundhouse to the thigh. Sela bit her knuckle, telling Jeszika to kick her harder and make it fucking hurt. Jeszika measured up for a kick with her right foot but when she struck, she stepped up with her right foot on Sela’s knee and her left foot blasted Sela with an enziguri that got the stars spinning. Jeszika stacked Sela up for another cover but Sela kicked out at 2. Jeszika got up, hitting another kick to send Sela back down then went for a Standing Moonsault but Sela got the knees up and as she held her ribs, Sela sat up and forced her onto the mat, taking a top mount and began raining down punches across the face and head. Jeszika covered up with her arms but Sela just kept on raining blows until Referee Heather Young noticed she was starting to use closed fists and immediately called for her to let up. Sela waited until the count of 4 before she got to her feet and bowed up on the referee, telling her to get out of her face unless she wanted to play too. The referee barely budged and even dared Sela to swing on her. This gave Jeszika time to make it to her feet and started priming for a superkick for when Sela turned around. Sela did turn, Jeszika stepped in to strike but Sela moved out of the way but Jeszika stopped herself before almost taking Heather Young’s head off. Jeszika gave a quick apology for her near accident then turned her attention back to her opponent just in time to see Sela charging in. Jeszika jumped out of the way just as Sela dove in with a Spear and BOOM!!!!! Referee Heather Young went down hard!!!!!

Sela got to her feet, looking more annoyed than apologetic or anything else. She was taking a moment to throw her hands up as she stood over the official. This gave Jeszika time to swoop in and lock an arm around her neck, locking on Femme Grip!! Jeszika dragged Sela down to the mat and locked in the choke hold tight. Sela began grasping at her arm to try and get out of it but she was nowhere near the ropes. She absolutely refused to tap, as well however and began to fade. Even as she fell limp, the referee was still down on the mat and didn’t see it. Jeszika let Sela go and moved to try rousing Heather Young while the crowd began to boo as Abigail Lindsey came running down to the ring and slid in under the bottom rope. Jeszika heard the fans warning, turned and saw Abigail but she was just a fraction too slow as she rose and started to rush her opponent’s partner before Abigail nailed her with a stiff superkick! Abigail looked and saw Heather Young start to stir with her back to everything going on. She quickly turned and shook Sela to wake her up, patting her face until the Underground Queen began to rise. Abigail slid out of the ring and hid from view as Sela stood and pulled a groggy Jeszika to her feet and delivered Just For Fun, planting her right in the middle of the ring and hooked the leg for a cover, screaming at the dazed referee to make the damn count. Heather Young did, counting the three and thus crowning Sela the winner of the match.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall...with a recorded time of 12:17! The Underground Queen...SELA...RICA...LARK!!!

Nick Hanson: Oh what a damn crock!!

Jim Reynolds: I know! If the ref hadn’t gotten in the way, Sela probably could have shaved a full minute off that match time!!!

Nick Hanson: So we’re just gonna ignore the fact that Abigail Lindsey lent a helping hand to her partner, huh?

Jim Reynolds: What do you mean? I don’t see Abigail anywh--oh hey, look! Abigail’s here!

Jim pointed out as Abigail reappeared from behind the apron and helped her partner out of the ring, applauding her on her victory.

Nick Hanson: Yeah, good job, Sela. Thank Abigail for the help!

Jim Reynolds: Oh, stop being a fucking square, Nicky.

Nick Hanson: Well, we’ll have to see if Becca Maguire can pick up a win later and shave that time down. She’ll have to beat Kamila Rose in less than 12:17 if she wants the advantage for Gallus Mag on June 29th!

Result: Pinfall

The scene fades in on the backstage area where The Queen’s Guard is standing with Josh Davidson, a bit of time before the 3 women had to go to the ring for their three way dance with Second City Riot Squad and The Socialites. It would be their first chance at team gold with Jonna as a member of the team, and the trio had worked hard since the card had been announced. The women were all ready to go in their gear, had stretched to prepare, and were just waiting to head out.

Josh Davidson: I’m standing here with The Queen’s Guard who are a part of a three way match for a shot at the Trios Titles at Reckoning Day 3! Ladies, tonight is your first big match as a team...do you feel properly prepared for it? You’re against a team that The Kingdom, and you Lluvia, have battled against numerous times, the Second City Riot Squad, as well as a nweer to NFW team, The Socialites.

Jonna Austin: Did you seriously just ask the oldest question in the book? Do we feel prepared? I have a question of my own for you...do you think we’d bother being here if we didn’t feel properly damn prepared? What idiot would actually bother, other than just for the sake of keeping their damn job, getting in a ring if they weren’t feeling ‘properly prepared’ for it?

Josh Davidson: Oh...well I only meant...I-

Lluvia Cane: Easy Jonna, Josh is known for stuff like this when it comes to The Kingdom’s interviews. Now Josh, as Jonna pointed out, other than to save our jobs, do you think we’d be here and be getting in that ring? Of course we’re feeling prepared! Jamie and Jonna have watched footage of previous Kingdom matches against Second City Riot Squad, so they know how those losers work against us...though they have no idea of how to work against the 3 of us.

Jamie Austin: And when it comes to The Socialites, we’re going against a trio of barbies...how prepared do you think we really need to be for the plastic bitches? We’ve seen their work, and we’re nowhere near impressed by any of it.

Jonna Austin: With these two teams, the odds are pretty much in our favor of winning and moving onto Reckoning Day to go after those Trios Titles. We’re facing a reject team that can’t get the job done when they really need to and some Legally Blonde rejects that decided to bring themselves to NFW.

The 3 women smirked as they looked at each other, nodding a bit as they listened to each other. With arms crossed over their chests, their gaze turned to the interviewer, waiting to hear what else he had to say.

Josh Davidson: Well what about the Trios Champions should you win the match tonight? Do you have any words for them?

Lluvia Cane: Of course we do. Bethany, Ashley, Jeszika...we have nothing but respect for the 3 of you. You’re the inaugural Trios Champions after all, but even inaugural champions have an end to their reign at some point in time.

Jonna Austin: And we plan on being the end to that reign. You see, we’re all hungry for gold, for our 1st titles, and if it comes at the expense of the 3 of you losing those belts then so be it.

Jamie Austin: The drive that we have can’t be matched by The Socialites or Second City Riot Squad. Our drive...our hunger surpasses anything that the other two teams may be capable of even expressing let alone demonstrating in the ring. Our sights are set on the gold y’all carry, and soon it will be ours one way or another.

Lluvia Cane: It’s why everyone, sooner or later, always comes to the realization that they should…

The Queen’s Guard: Behold the Kingdom.

The 3 women each held a grin on their faces as they looked into the camera for a moment. They began to turn away to leave until Josh Davidson spoke up with one more question.

Josh Davidson: Before you all leave! Jamie, what is going down between you and Rayola from TRIOCS? There was your sneak attack at the end of her match a few shows back, the trios match last week and her attack near the end of the night, and it’s left us wondering what is the reason behind all of this.

Jamie paused and turned back to the interviewer, a smirk on her face as she looked at him.

Jamie Austin: I’m sick and tired of TRIOCS always having The Kingdom in their mouths. You want to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong? Well, be prepared to suffer the consequences of being a fucking nosey ass bitch.

With that, the women continued down the hallway, an aura of confidence and superiority coming off of The Queen’s Guard as they moved. The scene faded out as the women disappeared from view.
The Socialites are in Gorilla Position when they are approached by Josh Davidson.

Josh Davidson: Excuse me ladies. Can I get a word before you head out to the ring?

The four women look at Josh with a look of shock and disgust.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: WHAT?!?!?! Don’t you see my sisters are about to head out to the ring to become number one contenders for the NFW Trios titles.

Josh Davidson: Um, well....

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Speak, troll!

Josh Davidson: I want to get your thoughts on tonight's match up.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Obviously we are excited about the opportunity because we know these opportunities don’t grow on trees so we have to make the most of it. Which is why we are focused to do whatever we need to do to become the number one contenders.

Josh Davidson: But fac…

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: SSSHHH! Nobody cares! Queen’s Guard and Second City Riot Squad might be stellar in the squared circle but they aren’t as great as my sisters. Just like us I know that a fire burns within them to become the next NFW Trios Champions but as we all know we don’t always get everything you want in life...Except if you were born a Page. Second City Riot Squad will be second best since these New York girls are going to put them in their proper place. All while the Queen's Guard won’t be able to stand our barrage of offense. Which is why the Socialites will be walking out of Collision tonight and into Reckoning Day lll as the number one contenders for those pretty Trios titles.



Tiffany smiles at the camera before giving it a wink. Danielle and Vanessa blow a kiss at the camera. Bianca gives a devilish smile as the four Page sisters turn to the curtain to walk out to the arena.

Match #4/Trios Three Way Dance

The Queen's Guard v. The Socialites v. Second City Riot Squad

~Ding! Ding! Ding!~

As the bell sounds, Diaz, Aguero and Coffey rush the Queen’s Guard, the Socialites moving in behind them. Jonna and Jame Austin are knocked to the floor through the ropes with Lluvia being knocked to the mat. Aguero and Coffey are dumped by the Socialites. Vanessa and Danielle grab Lluvia and Diaz in flash roll-ups.

Lluvia Cane and Layla Diaz kick out.

Aguero and Jonna dive back in and clothesline Vanessa and Danielle. Both Page Sisters go down like they’ve been shot. Bianca backs up, begging off as Aguero and Jonna advance on her, Diaz and Lluvia both standing and advancing with their partners. All four move in and Bianca tries to run only to be caught, pulled back in and have all four pound away on her simultaneously. Bianca goes down and tries to turtle to save herself. Vanessa and Danielle move and try to roll Aguero and Jonna.

Leah Aguero and Jonna Austin kick out.

Aguero and Diaz take over pounding on Vanessa while Jonna and Lluvia do the same on Danielle. Jamie and Coffey get to their feet and look between themselves to the ring, back to themselves and then back to the ring. They dive in and join their partners in their respective beatdowns. Bianca tries to cradle Coffey from behind.

Jed Coffey kicks out.

Chaos ensues as everyone gets in a shot on almost everyone else who is not their own partner. The Socialites manage to get up and get a few shots in only to be overwhelmed by the other two teams who seem almost insulted to see the blonde bombshells in the same ring with them. SCRS get double dropkick all around and Jed clubs Vanessa with a double ax handle. He covers.

Bianca makes the save.

The Queen’s Guard toss Danielle around and then knock the others around before giving Danielle Hell on Fate. Jamie covers.

Bianca breaks it up.

More chaos ensues as Coffey taks Vanessa and Danielle over the top with a clothesline that also sees him go over as well. Aguero and Jonna fight until they tumble out to the floor as well. Jamie dives out onto the group on the floor. Bianca meets Diaz alone in the ring. The referee goes over to check on those on the floor and Tiffany Lynn tosses a spray bottle of some sort to Bianca. She catches it and sprays Diaz in the eyes. Bianca tosses the bottle back to Tiffany Lynn before pulling a set of brass knuckles out and cracking Diaz in the mouth. Diaz goes down and Bianca covers.

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!

~Ding! Ding! Ding!~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners and number one contenders to the NFW Trios Championships! Bianca, Vanessa and Danielle Page...THE SOCIALITES!!!!

Bianca rolls out as quickly as possible to Tiffany Lynn and the two of them hurry away as the SCRS and Queen;s Guard come back into the ring. Tiffany Lynn and Bianca are quickly joined by Vanessa and Danielle and all four Socialites head to the entranceway, running like their lives depend on escaping to safety.

Nick Hanson: Now THAT, Jim Reynolds, is stealing a victory!!!

Jim Reynolds: You fucking kidding me?! That shit was PRICELESS!!!!! You’re looking at beauty, style and class all in a triple package! The faces of true Trio Champions and I can’t wait to see them take the straps off of Arsenal!!!!

Nick Hanson: Of course you would, you cheer for anyone who cheats in a match about as much as you cheat on your wife.

Jim Reynolds: Hey WHOA!!! Slander!!! I’d sue you if you weren’t my friend.

Nick Hanson: We’re friends?

Jim Reynolds: You wanna get sued?

Nick Hanson: Is it slander if it’s true?

Jim Reynolds: You motherf--

Nick Hanson: We’ll be right back, folks!

Result: Pinfall

We are now whisked into the lavish locker room of #THEBeautificationMovement, Juliana Mendoza and Cayla Phoenix aren’t even remotely close to dressed to compete as they along with Grace Moretti indulge in mani/pedis, champagne, and chocolate dipped strawberries. Grace lies back with cucumbers on her eyes as Cayla is enjoying the gentle massaging chair. Juliana downs her drink, then another, as she seethes.

Juliana Mendoza: This is absolutely ridiculous. Not the spa treatment Miss Moretti, normally I would be absolutely loving this, but I just can not believe. First, that idiot that calls himself the general manager had the nerve to turn me down? To turn us down? Does he know how many desperate little shrimp dicked losers out there would give their life savings for five minutes with me. Something is seriously wrong with that man. He wanted to prove he was the big boss man, fine, teach me a lesson with the little bruiser. Then, he had the audacity to go even further. First he puts me in a match with a literal crazy person, I could probably sue for emotional distress. THEN, he took out his frustration over his obvious erectile dysfunction issues, it’s the only logical reason for him not throwing me over his desk and making me call him papi. Anyways, he took those frustrations out on my best friend and put her against an absolute savage. Ladies, we need to do something to even up the odds here. As incredibly talented as we are, let’s be honest, our heavy hitter, our own personal psycho, she’s stuck in fucking Prague for we don’t know how long So what are we going to do boss lady?

Grace Moretti: Yes, it is quite unfortunate that Milana cannot join us. Feel even worse for her, since she is going to have a lot of pent up aggression… a lot of my other contacts are locked away in Europe as well...

She said, pondering the situation, as Cayla chimed in.

Cayla Phoenix: Well, we can do an old fashioned talent search! Surely we can find someone worth mentioning here… maybe even a cute guy.

She said with a hopeful tone, as Grace had a very skeptical look on her face, as she was very distrusting of men, in general.

Grace Moretti: Are you sure about this? We wouldn't want to have someone that can interfere with our mission.

Juliana Mendoza: I think Cayla is on to something.

Juliana raised her glass and toasted her best friend, as she blew her a kiss.

Juliana Mendoza: A talent search is a wonderful idea. They want us on the screen and personally I don’t think either of us should be wrestling too much on free television. We’re top tier talent ladies. We’re merchandise movers, ratings raisers, and trendsetters. NFW needs The Search For Beauty on their TV every week. Oh and perfect idea, we will debut our new member at the next Pay Per View, and then because we are such wonderful people, we will allow Luthor Callaway to book the newest version of THE Beautification Movement, to compete in a trio’s match on an episode of Collision.

Cayla Phoenix: Oh! Em! Gee! This will be the best thing to happen to NFW! Well, other than our signing, of course.

Cayla said with a bit of a giggle, as she put on an excited smile. Meanwhile, Grace looks a bit discouraged by their idea, as she says to them in a motherly kind of way.

Grace Moretti:I still don't know about this, Juliana. We could find hundreds of duds, because we should only have the best of the best. Us settling would be a crime.

Juliana Mendoza: I absolutely agree. Of course there will be far too many undeserving people that will waste our time, but I’ll come up with something fun in order to get rid of them. We make it like a game show, so at least they can entertain us until we find that one perfect specimen, the missing piece of the puzzle. I know they are out there. Just trust me, and trust Cayla’s idea about opening up our criteria a little bit.

Juliana raises her glass, Cayla quickly does the same, Grace takes a few seconds, but then raises her for THE Beautification salute as we fade to black.

They both then say in unison…

Both: "WOMBO COMBOOOOO!"

Their energy captures Ami’s enthusiasm as she claps for the duo. She offers him a sweet smile and clasps her hands together in joy.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I think Ollie-bear would like you two. Thank you so much and good luck!

As polite as ever, she dismisses herself to allow them to continue their gaming session.

The cameras find NFW Interviewer Josh Davidson backstage, at the ready with his microphone. He swallows nervously, fixes his collar and manages a smile at the camera, through the obvious nerves of his that are on edge.

Josh Davidson: Hello ladies and gentlemen. Josh Davidson here, and I’m standing with--

As he speaks, Yukiko Kusanagi and Maki - collectively known as Asian Persuasion - appear. Maki comes right up on his side while Yukiko passes between Josh and the camera. She bumps him hard in the shoulder, causing him to shift so that he doesn’t fall. The two women flank the man on both sides, practically invading his personal space.

Josh Davidson: --ahem...with uhh...Asian Persuasion. Maki. Yukiko Kusanagi. H-hello ladies.

Yukiko doesn’t say a word. She just glares up at the man, making him feel and almost look smaller than her when he’s really not. Josh nods, knowing they’re obviously not in the mood for small talk.

Josh Davidson: Right, right. Straight to business. So, you two are in tonight’s main event against, none other than, The Crusade. Now, it’s been set in place, Yukiko, you have a date at Reckoning Day 3, June 29th, with World Heavyweight Champion, Damon Cross. However, last week, things evidently escalated a bit and now General Manager Luthor Callaway has set this match in place for tonight against the champion and his longtime friend, Ronnie Lester. I’ve come to understand you, Maki, have a history and perhaps what could be called a friendship with Mr. Cross. Any word on that?

Josh offers the microphone up to Yukiko at first who just sneers at him from behind her half mask. Josh shrinks a little before turning to Maki then and leans the mic in, offering her a chance to speak instead.

Maki: Oh you want to talk about MY friends? They are mine for a reason, okay you slag? Thing with friendships is that they are good for you, keep you grounded but when it comes to family they trump anything including friendships. In that ring I will break his goddamn face and that moron friend of his. Tell them what you're going to do to them Yuki.

Yukiko rests her hands on her hips and lets out a heavy sigh under her mask.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Watashi wa yūjō ga, jibun no shigoto o ki ni suru koto ga dekinai ippō no yūjin o kaishite hajimari, soshite owaru no o mitekimashita….

She pauses, looks at Maki then back at the camera. From smooth Japanese to carefully fragmented English with a heavy accent that almost mirrors her wife’s, Yukiko continues as she cracks her neck.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Ronnie...Ronnie, Ronnie, Ronnie. You had...no bloody business...sticking your fucking nose...where it don’t belong. Now? Anata wa jōkyō ni ikidzumatte imasu....and before June 29th comes about...before I deal with Damon Cross...we….

She motions between Maki and herself.

Yukiko Kusanagi: ...are gonna sort you out. Oi, and Danni...Danni, love….

Yukiko falls silent. She closes her eyes and brings her fingers up to her temple. Perhaps she’s trying to find the words. Perhaps she’s trying to work out how to say something so she can be understood clearly. Her pale eyes open and she lifts her gaze to the camera again.

Yukiko Kusanagi: ...Onegaidesu, kono jiten de. Watashi wa ima demo anata no koto o tomodachida to omotte imasu. You’re retired...stay retired…. Don’t get hurt.

There’s no threat in her tone. It does sound like she’s almost pleading, albeit calmly and coolly with Danni Anderson to steer clear of things tonight. Josh Davidson looks at her as she goes silent, glancing over at Maki again then to Yukiko before looking at the camera.

Josh Davidson: A tense situation, indeed. Ladies, we’ve still got a minute and while I feel like we’ve covered matters on your match tonight, Maki, I’d like to ask you for your thoughts on another matter from last week. You had a victory over Juliana Mendoza. Following that match, the Ringmistress seemed to have a message to deliver. She said the Ringmaster has chosen you. What do you think was meant by those words and, if you would, what is your response?

She rolled her eyes and they visibly went black. Her skin started to drain of any colour before it returned to normal.

Maki: I had a victory. Thanks so much for selling how great of a win it was. Mendoza is a tough woman to beat but of course yours truly likes to take out these slappers. Now don't be asking me about no circus performer. Do you know how they treat the animals in a circus? It's inhumane! I could care less who it is. If they want to get in my face they know where to find me and they will nurse a broken face the god damn wanker! Stop asking me stupid questions. I am outta here.

Maki steps off screen. Josh starts to turn back to Yukiko who just slaps her hand down and knocks the microphone out of his hand, causing him to jump back.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Fuckin’ nonce….

She says, as she follows Maki back to the locker rooms for now. Josh picks his microphone up and looks at the camera like he just escaped a near death situation.

Josh Davidson: Ahem. Uhh...well, Nick and Jim, back to you guys….
We cut backstage as we see Sylvia Lopez and Emevlas Stastias entering the Collision Center, they barely get a few steps in before Collision interviewer Josh Davidson approaches the two, causing Lopez to immediately tense up and freeze.

Josh Davidson: Sylvia? May I get a few words on your thoughts about facing Morgan Payne in a Gauntlet Tower match for the Silver Mountain Championship?

The Bellevue Banshee begins to pull at her hair and shakes her head violently.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia doesn’t like interviews! Sylvia doesn’t like interviews! SYLVIA DOESN’T LIKE INTERVIEWS!!!

Stastias puts an arm around Lopez’s shoulders, before leading her away from Davidson.

Emevlas Stastias: Then I’ll field this one, all right?

The tone in her voice is soft and weirdly soothing, a far cry from what the fans are used to hearing.

Emevlas Stastias: I should be doing that anyway.

Sylvia Lopez: Mevy will do this for Sylvia?!

Emevlas Stastias: Of course, hon. Again, I should be doing that anyway as your manager.

Stastias wraps her other arm around Sylvia’s shoulders and gives Lopez a hug.

Emevlas Stastias: It’ll be OK, I can handle this kind of stuff.

The Bellevue Banshee lets go of her hair and begins to calm down as the interviewer cautiously approaches them.

Josh Davidson: My apologies… so um… Ms. Stastias? How does your client feel about the announcement Morgan Payne made last week regarding the Silver Mountain Championship match being this Gauntlet Tower match?

Stastias strokes her thumb on Lopez’s shoulder as she turns her attention to Davidson.

Emevlas Stastias: Payne has a death wish. That’s all there is to it. Then again, to get to the top of the mountain and to stay there? Someone like her needs one. Sylvia’s just filling the part of wishmaster at the end of the day.

Lopez’s eyes go wide and she begins to seethe.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia does not care what kind of match she’s in! Sylvia will make Payne suffer! She will suffer for calling Sylvia the word she does not like! Sylvia will take the shiny belt from her broken fingers!

She begins to giggle and clap her hands while bouncing up and down on the spot, which also bounces Mevy up and down. Sylvia’s a strong one.

Sylvia Lopez: Yes! Sylvia will enjoy every second of the Gauntlet Tower match! Sylvia will enjoy the sound of Payne’s bones breaking! Sylvia will enjoy the sight of Payne’s flesh being torn!

Emevlas Stastias: And honestly? It’ll be music to my ears, too. And when Sylvia takes the shiny belt, we’re gonna party. We’re gonna party hard.

There’s a bit of a pause before Stastias looks towards the camera.

Emevlas Stastias: Hey Faye? Whatever Sylvia does to Morgan en route to winning the shiny belt? That’s your live preview for what I’m gonna do to you come Sudden Death. So I recommend you watch closely.

The smile on Lopez’s face then disappears as she slowly turns her attention to the interviewer before she fake lunges at him, causing the young man to jump and disappear quickly off camera. She points off camera in the direction the interviewer left and tosses her head back and laughs maniacally.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia scared the interviewer!

Emevlas Stastias: Should have done more.

The Cult of Personality says with a chuckle.

Emevlas Stastias: Anyway… to the locker room, yeah?

The Bellevue Banshee nods, still giggling over scaring Davidson away earlier and the two women disappear off camera as we cut elsewhere.

Match #5/Tag Team Match

The Headshotz Clan v. The Kingdom

Masters and Marilyn start this fight, as the two tie up. Marilyn wriggled out of the collar and elbow, managing to get Blake into a waist lock, and transitioned him down to the mat with a slam and then a side headlock. She puts more pressure on him, but Blake fights out with some kicks to the back of her head.

After freeing himself, he caught Marilyn with a hip toss, as he wrenched her arm with the transition. Continuing to apply pressure onto her, she fights her way up, but Masters would get her to her feet and drag her over to tag in Duke. He climbs up to Bret's rope, and leaped off with an elbow drop to Marilyn's arm to further weaken her.

Duke would continue to work the arm, as he draws her into a shoulder block to wear her down. He hooked both of her arms looking for a butterfly backbreaker, but Marilyn would wriggle free and propel him over with a back body drop. As he was going to get on his feet, Marilyn would run to the ropes, as she used her momentum to set up her sunset flip powerbomb, and she nails it, going for the cover! Mayer dives in to count the fall, as she slapped her hand on the canvas.

1..

2..

No! Duke kicked out, as momentum had drastically shifted. Marilyn would grab Duke, looking for a Northern Lights Suplex, however, Duke clubbed her on the back and shoved her away. He goes for a jumping superkick, but Marilyn ducked the move and shouts "Nerf This!" before propelling back and nailing him with a Pele Kick, which gets a brief gasp of shock from Priscilla as she, and the crowd marked from the move.

Marilyn would drag Duke over to Jasmine's corner and tag her in. She holds his arms in place as Jasmine leaps off with a double knee drop to his ribcage to punish him. She would then start to apply a rear naked choke, trying to squeak out an early victory. Duke is in the hold for a bit, before he manages to get his foot on the second turnbuckle pad and kick himself over to double Jasmine over with a pin, but Marilyn breaks the pin attempt quickly.

Duke would get Jasmine to her feet, as he grabbed her hair and went for a hangman's neckbreaker to rattle her. He would then hoist Jasmine up in a sidewalk slam position, as Duke moves back to Masters to tag him in. Toobum would drop Jasmine with a pendulum backbreaker and hold the position, as Masters followed up with a downward axe kick to the center of her chest. He dragged her closer to the middle of the ring, as Mayer counted the pin.

1..

2..

No! Kickout by Jasmine, as the fight carries on. The King of Fighters would go for some stomps to wear Jasmine down, however, she catches his foot and takes Masters down for an ankle lock. She has him grounded, before he tucked and rolled away. Blake acts like he is going to go for a jumping superkick, but fakes her out and clips her with a hopping legsweep and attempts a pin.

1..

2..

And Jasmine kicked out before Priscilla hits the third count. Blake gets up to argue with her, but Priscilla holds up two fingers. Jasmine would recover and start to get to her feet. She then sneaks in a step up enzugiri to the back of Blake's head which stunned him. She would then follow up with an inverted DDT and hook his leg for a pin while Priscilla counts the pin.

1..

2..

No! Masters kicked out as well, enraging Jasmine. She would begin some mounted strikes, and then started to apply a cross armbar onto Blake, as he cried out while Priscilla checked on him. Masters writhed in the move, but Toobum would be seen in the background, springboarding in with the Rocket Jump missile dropkick onto Jasmine to break the submission.

With the interference, Marilyn would enter the ring as well, as she tackles Duke out of the ring through the second rope, as they both tumble out of the ring. Both Blake and Jasmine get to their feet, as Masters drops into a split and goes for a straight groin punch, however, Jasmine catches his fist! She would then shoot behind him and lock on the Constrictor. Blake was tied up and had no choice but to tap out to the hold, as Priscilla called for the bell.

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, by submission, representing The Kingdom...Marilyn Matthews and Jasmine Matthews!

Nick Hanson: Alright, “Queen”, you can let him go now… You can let him go now!!! Damn it!!

Jim Reynolds: She’s just making sure these two idiots know who runs the show, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Yeah well she showed that by winning the match! The bell’s rung!

Jim Reynolds: You are such a prude!

Jasmine did release Blake from the Constrictor after a few seconds, rising to her feet to celebrate the victory alongside Marilyn as “Sound of Us” by Diamante blared through the arena.

Result: Submission

The lights dim out with the opening chords of K/DA's "Pop/Stars". The backlight on stage lights up as a silhouette comes out to the stage, facing away from the audience. During the opening the backlight flashes to show the silhouette has flapping feather-like wings.

You know who it is
Coming ’round again
You want a dose of this right now it’s K/DA uh!

The lights come back up showing Rayola on the stage. She turns around and poses for the audience. Her wings are strapped over her shoulders. She smiles, waving out to the audience as she starts down the ramp.

I ? a goddess with a blade
sorichyeobwa nae ireum itji mothage
Loud loud loud loud
I could take it to the top
jeoldae meomchuji mothae
naega kkeutnaejuneun
Bad gal gal gal

Walking in step to the beat she continues to wave and smile to the cheering audience. She gives a spin at the middle of the ramp and gives another pose where the wings extend to their full span before going to high five and hug various members of the audience.

And when I start to talk like that (like that)
Oh you won’t know how to react
I’m a picture perfect face
With that wild in my veins
You can hear it in my growl, growl, growl, growl.

Ray continues down to the ringside area, the wings now folding back in, still exchanging high fives with the fans until she comes to the steps.

So keep your eyes on me now
mueoseul bodeun joahal geoya
daheul su eopneun level
nawa daegyeol wonhan neol hwakshinhae
We got it all in our hands now
So can you handle what we’re all about
We’re so tough
Not scared to show you up
Can you feel the rush now?

Ray comes up the stairs and twirls a bit on the apron and then pauses to look over the audience. As the beat hits a crescendo, she flips herself over the top rope and into the ring.

Ain't nobody bringing us
Down down down down down down
They could try but we’re gonna wear the crown
You could go another round
Round round round round round round
Wish you luck but you’re not bringing us down
We go hard till we get it get it
We go hard, we so in it in it
We POP/STARS, only winning winning now
Ain’t nobody bringing us
Down down down down

Ray lands on her feet and gives a shout out and a pose to the audience. Behind her, her wings unfurl and flap one more time before curling behind her again. She calls for a mic as her music fades out. The audience cheers to see her in the ring.

Rayola Davine: I wish I could be out here to give some super important awesome announcement, like maybe TRIOCS is about to come back to full strength and dominate the brand again or something like that. I wish that I could also say that I'm here for some good news about me somehow. No, though. I have only one reason to be out here.

The audience cheers through it. They are behind her solidly.

Rayola Davine: The past few weeks there's been someone who's made my life here a living hell recently. And look I get the concept of this business is to be difficult sometimes and that's fine, but I've got enough pride to call it out quickly. So fuck any kind of procedure and propriety. Jamie Austin, get down here. And let's settle this.

Jamie Austin came out from the back, microphone in hand and sans music. There was a little smirk on her face as she watched Rayola for a moment before raising the microphone, making her way down the ramp as she spoke.

Jamie Austin: Well hello dear, Rayola. You called for me for some reason?

Jamie walked up the stairs to the apron, a smirk still on her face as she made her way through the ropes. As she straightened up, she twirled the mic for a moment, looking Rayola up and down as she did.

Jamie Austin: At least I hope you have a reason for calling me out here otherwise that would make you seem a little foolish, don’t you think? Well whatever the reason is, let’s hear it.

Rayola Davine: Hang on, I know there's like a propriety in this kind of stuff. So let's start with me saying to your face that your antics, attacking me and then acting like I wasn't gonna turn around and kick your ass like you deserved last week, all that is on you. So what I'm about to say shouldn't come as any real surprise.

Rayola walks right up to Jamie.

Rayola Davine: The way I understand it is if there's a problem it gets solved here in this ring so I am challenging you, and just you, to a match at Reckoning Day. You see I'm not going to let you just think you can keep this going. No, I don't work like that. I do what I have to and I get things done. So I'm gonna make this settled between us quick. What do you say? Think you can take on the rookie?

Jamie let out a little laugh as she looked down at the slightly shorter woman.

Jamie Austin: So rookie of the TRIOCS versus rookie of The Kingdom, huh? Maybe my beating you will finally make your little group shut the Hell up about The Kingdom and leave us to doing what we do best...dominating. I accept your challenge!

Jamie grinned as she looked at Rayola, letting her answer sink in for a moment before heading to the ropes. As she straightened up on the apron, she glanced back at the other woman, raising the microphone once more.

Jamie Austin: And honey, I was hoping to stroke that flame of anger you had. You should let it burn more often if this is the version of you that comes from it.

Jamie smirked and winked before letting her mic fall into the ring, a light static coming from the impact as Jamie made her way down the steps only to make her way up the ramp, walking backwards a bit to watch Rayola. Rayola smiled and her wings unfurled one more time. The audience was cheering wildly as Jamie left the ring. Rayola continued watching as the two women just stared each other down while Jamie went back up the ramp and Ray's wings flapped behind her.
We cut backstage to the locker room belonging to Gallus Mag as we see Becca “Bruiser” Maguire finishing off taping her wrists up. Once she’s done that, she punches her left hand into her right palm, a snarl plastered across her face as she glares into the camera with her wife and tag team partner, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire standing to her left with her arms folded.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Bet ya’ll think ya fuckin’ clever, lasses? Pullin’ that shite last week and gettin’ yaself disqualified after smashin’ my wife in the back with a steel fuckin’ chair?!

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, like tha bae th’ first time tha has e’er baen done tae me…

Bruiser nods.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Fuckin’ right! She’s been through way more than ya’ll can possibly imagine when it comes to hardcore shite!

A sick smirk appears on the face of Bruiser as she crosses her heavily tattooed arms across her chest.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: As for tonight though? We got ourselves a little fuckin’ Beat the Clock challenge, aye? Now… I took it upon myself to not watch ya’lls match against Jeszika Gautier earlier… coz it doesn’t fuckin’ matter whether ya won or lost… or how lon’ it took ya to win if ya did beat her… ain’t that right, lass?

Psycho shrugs.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Jezzy bae a former world champ, a current Trios champ, she bae knowin whot she bae doin’.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye, so I probably got nothin’ to worry about goin’ into this match with Kamila Rose… and that ain’t a slight on yaself, Kamila… we ain’t got any issues with ya…

Bruiser glances over to Psycho briefly and shrugs.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Hell, we ain’t got nothin’ worry about even if I don’t beat the fuckin’ clock tonight, coz it won’t fuckin’ matter what kinda match ends up bein’ picked for when we step into the rin’ against each other! Coz ya’ll gone and pissed off two o’ the toughest, baddest bitches on this fuckin’ roster!

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an we bae lookin’ forward tae gettin’ our hands on th’ pair o’ ye!

Bruiser nods again as she lifts her hood up over her head.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: So ya’ll better be prepared for an ass kickin’ ya’ll will never fuckin’ forget! Coz Hell is empty…

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: An’ th’ Maidens bae haer!

Bruiser then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth before making the M shape with her fingers and then disappearing off camera with Psycho following her as we cut elsewhere.

Match #6/Beat The Clock

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire v. Kamila Rose

The bell sounds and on the tron, the clock begins ticking down for Becca to beat the clock. Becca waists no time as she charges right at Kamila who immediately rolls out of the ring. Becca chases her around the ring a few times before Kamila rolls back into the ring and as Becca goes to follow, Kamila starts to lay in the boots to her. Kamila then picks Becca up and delivers a belly to belly suplex before hitting the ropes and delivering a senton and going for a cover and Becca only gets a one count. Kamila picks Becca up and sends her into the ropes. Becca comes off the ropes and Kamila goes for a backdrop, but she telegraphs it and Becca delivers a kick to the shoulder.

Kamila stumbles back and Becca charges in and lays in a few stiff forearms before delivering a belly to belly overhead suplex that sends Kamila rolling to the outside. Becca follows suit and picks Kamila up, glancing up at the clock for just a moment before focusing back on Kamila, but Kamila grabs Becca and drives her back first into the apron multiple times before delivering a Tornado DDT onto the floor. Kamila laughs as she rolls back into the ring and yells at the referee to begin counting Becca out. The ref reaches a count of nine before Becca manages to roll back into the ring. Kamila grabs Becca and delivers a backstabber before going to lock in The Black Rose, but Becca is able to shift her weight and cause a pin on Kamila who has to release the hold at two. Kamila grabs Becca once again before Becca delivers a few elbow shots to free herself and then hits a Freedom Punch to Kamila before hitting her with Kickstarter and hooking the leg and going for the pin and the three count as the clock shows two minutes remaining on the time to beat.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner by pinfall, with a time of 10:17, BECCA...BRUISER...MAGUIRE!!!

Jim Reynolds: How in the goddamn hell?!

Nick Hanson: And Gallus Mag, thanks to Becca Maguire, earn the right to choose the stipulation for when they face Sela Rica-Lark and Abigail Lindsey at Reckoning Day!

Jim Reynolds: Well that’s just fine and fucking dandy, Nicky! Whatever they pick, Sela and Abigail are gonna have a field day with it! So they better make it count!

Result: Pinfall

Back in the loading dock, sitting on an equipment crate couch Matt Shields puffs away as he lounges in another garish outfit, red and black cheetah print jeans, black converse, and a baby blue Japanese Yu Yu Hakusho shirt. He finished, looked at the camera with a smirk, hopped up off the equipment crate, grabbed his kendo stick, and started walking forward, tapping it along the wall as he called out.

Matt Shields: Ooooooo Ollie Ollie Oxen-bitch!

He moved a little further in, still tapping the kendo stick, then stopped and started laughing.

Matt Shields: Just kidding, you’ve earned the right to fight me kid, but not for free and not on your terms. Alls you had to do was let that shit go, kid. Put it in a box, put that box in a bigger fucking box, and toss the whole motherfucker into the ocean. That was it. I was going to let bygones be bygones. I wasn’t lying when I said I liked you kid. I didn’t want to drag you into my violent path. It was supposed to be simple, I beat the shit out of you, prove you aren’t ready and you go on your merry fucking way. You screwed that up, but I got a little giddy when you showed the fire and figured I would let you off with a warning. But god damn it kid, you just can’t take the hint.

He slams his kendo stick against the wall, gritting his teeth.

Matt Shields: You’ve forced my goddamn hand kid. Not only did you make me have to figure out the best way to make you go away, but I have to introduce you into this violent new world you are foolishly stepping into. So don’t bother coming to find me tonight to try and fight. I’m about to go to Callaway’s office and drop off two contracts. One for next week’s Collision, an open challenge to anyone who would like to meet me in a kendo stick on a pole match, that’s right fuckos, I am bringing back the ‘on a pole match. The other one, that’s for you and you alone to sign Ollie. Pick it up, talk it over with your uncle-father, cousin-wife, the raccoon, Blondie, and the British bitch. Then next week after my match you can tell me if you accept or if you’re letting it the fuck go.

Shields shoves the camera out of the way as he marches towards Callaway’s office.
Within the Collision Center, a cameraman wanders in search of action and excitement. The view turns the corner--

OOGA-BOOGA-BOOGA!

--and a small masked figure spooks the cameraman and the viewers! Their hands reach up to lower the black hood and shift the red-and-white angry mask to the top of their head, revealing the youthful face of the (in)famous Leina Rael-Anderson, Danielle’s nine-year-old daughter. She grins at the slightly shaky camera and hops up and down.

Leina Rael-Anderson ｖ(⌒ｏ⌒♥)ｖ♪ Heyo! I’m gonna be a fourth grader, so we’re gonna celebrate with NFWs second-ever NERF War on the 15th!

Of course, the little lady’s not alone. Her mother accompanies Leina as they make their way towards the Crusade’s shared locker room. Seeing her daughter’s joy, Danielle giggles and leans down towards her.

Danni Anderson (✿◠‿◠) Heyyy, do you remember what Damon promised you?

Leina Rael-Anderson (◠△◠♥) Yeah! I’m gonna go get it right now!

Excitedly, Leina ventures on -- not too far from her mother’s sight. She reaches the Crusade’s locker room first and knocks on the door in a secret-code manner. There’s chatting going on within, that much is clear, but it quiets at the knocking before a voice calls out.

Damon Cross: Come in!

Behind the door, Damon is leaning on the wall while Ronnie Lester lounges on the sofa and Sylvia Lopez is perched on the back of an armchair, her feet in the seat. She turns and flashes a wide grin at Danni and Leina while Ronnie gives a little wave and a smile at the pair. Damon, pushing off the wall, walks over to Danni and kisses her cheek before taking a knee in front of his… stepdaughter? They had not truly settled on a title there yet. Perhaps later.

Damon Cross: The royal family. I see you got my message.

Leina Rael-Anderson (◕‿◕♥) That’s right! So what’s up, Pops?

Cute. Always cute. Danni smiles and steps back, giving the two of them personal space. To think in less than two weeks she and Damon will be happily married! She watches Leina, snug in her black hoodie, blue denim jeans, and galaxy Vans, trying to keep her energy steady. Damon turns and nods to Ronnie, who turns and reaches behind the couch to produce a package, which he hands to Damon. Holding the simply-wrapped box almost reverently, Damon returns to Leina with a charming smile.

Damon Cross: I heard you’re starting another war, young lady. I also heard about your grades from the final quarter. Hence… this.

He holds the package out to her with a smile.

Damon Cross: It’s a little aged, but well-tended. You’d be hard-pressed to find another like it anywhere outside of a collector’s collection. I think it will serve you well in the battles to come.

He was really treating the Nerf War like a serious matter. It was endearing. It showed that he had a great deal of love and respect for this little girl. Leina’s energy level becomes giddy as she kindly accepts the package and opens it with high anticipation. Inside is, of all things, a classic Nerf Bow and Arrow! It is built like a bow, in blue and purple with yellow foam arrows. To fire it, one only needs to aim and pull on the handle as though one were drawing a bowstring. As Leina soon realizes, the weapon has some power to it. The Little NERF War Hostess’s eyes sparkle with glee and she’s awestruck by the retro weapon. She carefully takes it out of the box and tests the bowstring with her fingers before retrieving an arrow. Everyone watches as Leina draws the arrow back, aims at the NFW Reckoning Day poster on the wall, and fires it, landing right on Yukiko Kusanagi’s face!

Leina Rael-Anderson (♥ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ Bullseye!

Damon Cross: Use it well.

She carefully sets aside the newest weapon in her NERF arsenal and, without hesitation, she jumps up and tightly hugs Damon.

Leina Rael-Anderson (◠ω◠✿) Thank you, Pops!

At this, Danni smiles brightly at the both of them. Ronnie chuckles, while Sylvia excitedly claps her hands. Damon of course embraces the young lady just the same.

Damon Cross: Take good care of it. They’re super hard to find anymore.

Setting Li back down, Damon turns to Ronnie, who rises from the couch and stretches with a few loud pops sounding. Mostly from cracking his neck.

Damon Cross: It’s time to teach a lesson, my friend. Shall we?

Ronnie Lester: Gettin’ the band back together is always a good time. Let’s get ‘em.

Danni follows the two out of the room as Sylvia and Leina remain, the former itching for a turn with the young woman’s new ordinance.

MAIN EVENT/Tag Team Match

Asian Persuasion v. The Crusade

The Crusade were making their entrance when Asian Persuasion climbed out of the ring and hit them on the walkway. Danni Anderson jumped back out of the way as Maki went for Ronnie Lester and Yukiko Kusanagi, naturally, went right at Damon Cross. The Semper Nephilim yelled and pleaded for them to stop while Senior Official James Greer tried to obtain some kind of order in the match. Danni assured him she wanted to help with this so the official was willing to allow it. He let her focus on Damon and Yukiko while he moved around the ring and started ordering Ronnie and Maki to do the same. Yukiko nailed Damon with a spinning back elbow before turning and getting right in Danni’s face, telling her to stay back for her own sake. Danni argued back that she didn’t need to pursue Damon in such a violent, unorthodox manner. She turned around, just as Damon came running in and laid her out with a Running STO onto the ringside floor. The Redeemer checked that Danni was okay and hadn’t been harmed before he picked Yukiko up and rolled her into the ring. On the other side, Maki slammed Ronnie’s face into the barricade and threw him in as well. Referee Greer immediately slid in and demanded Cross and Maki stay out on the apron before finally calling for the bell to get an official start on this match.

Both, Yukiko and Ronnie made it up to their feet at the same time but Yukiko was the more relentless one and had no qualms in rushing up to put a boot in the man’s midsection, rather than locking up cleanly. Kusanagi went right to the stiff forearms, pushing Lester back into her team’s corner. Once he was there, she moved to knife edge chops, garnering a “WOOO” from the crowd. A moment later, Maki reached and locked her fingers together around Ronnie’s chin and wrenched his head back while Yukiko started firing off rapid chops to his chest, reddening it before viewers’ very eyes. When Referee Greer reached the count of “4”, Yukiko backed out and got in the big man’s face, resulting in little more than Greer looming over her and reminding her who called the shots. Yukiko asked him if he wanted to see a shot and turned, BLASTING Ronnie in the jaw with another forearm. She then tagged Maki into the match and the two pulled Ronnie out of the corner, lifting him up and bounced his legs off the top rope for a slingshot suplex. Together, the wedded tag team got to their feet and, at the same time, Yukiko hit a Jumping Kneedrop to the face while Maki hit a Moonsault Kneedrop to the midsection. Yukiko exited the ring, Maki went for a cover but only got a two count.

Maki picked the Wicked One up to his feet and started lifting him for a Samoan Drop but Ronnie got his elbow shows in to Maki’s head to make her put him down. He went for an Irish Whip into his team’s corner but Maki kept a hold of his wrist and rushed in for a back elbow to the man’s face before whipping him into the ropes. She went for a spinning roundhouse as he came back but Ronnie was able to go low underneath it, come off the ropes again and hit a running hurricanrana to Maki, starting to turn the tables in the Crusade’s advantage again. Maki made it up to her feet but Ronnie was right there waiting and caught her with the Mark of Cain!! Cover and 1...2...NO! Yukiko ran into the ring and broke it up with a stomp to the back of Ronnie’s head. She didn’t stop there, however, and kept up with the boots and downward forearms. As the referee tried to get her out of the ring, Damon Cross had seen enough and, despite Danni starting to ask him not to, he climbed into the ring and threw himself into the mix. Damon and Yuki started throwing shots back and forth as the established order of the match began disintegrating again. When Referee Greer wasn’t able to get them to break it up, he shook his head, visibly said “fuck it” and called for the bell, throwing this match out.

Nick Hanson: And this match is gonna be thrown out!

Jim Reynolds: Oh, nice going “champ”! Look what ya did!

Nick Hanson: You can’t pin all of this on Damon Cross, Jim!

Jim Reynolds: The fuck I can’t! You saw Danni Anderson telling him to do it!

Nick Hanson: She was telling him to let the referee handle it!

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that this match is being declared a No Contest---

Voice: Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa!!!! No!! NO!!!!

The crowd buzzed as General Manager Luthor Callaway came storming out onto the stage with a microphone and pointed down at the ring. If anything, it got everyone in and around the ring to stop and turn their eyes on him.

Luthor Callaway: Everybody shut the fuck up! I ain’t gonna have this shit happen like this. These people here?

He moved his arm in a wide arc around, pointing to the crowd.

Luthor Callaway: They paid good goddamn money to see a main event and that’s what they’re gonna get! James? You tell that timekeeper to ring that fucking bell again, because this match is gonna continue until we have a winner. Y’all wanna throw down like this? Y’all wanna fight? This match is now No Disqualification!! Ring the fucking bell!!!!!

Luthor Callaway dropped his arm and stormed back through the tunnel as the crowd cheered.

Nick Hanson: Folks, we’re gonna have a finish to this match after all! This match is now No DQ!

Jim Reynolds: FUCK YEAH!!!! LET’S GET IT!!!!

Referee James Greer called for the bell to restart the match again and the chaos resumed. It wasn’t without Asian Persuasion taking advantage of the stipulation right away, either, as Maki stepped in and went right into a low blow from behind on Ronnie Lester. Yukiko Kusanagi rushed in and hit a chop block to the back of Damon Cross’ knee before grabbing the top rope and began stomping away at him like a woman possessed. Maki started choking Ronnie out in the corner with her boot but with no DQ, the referee couldn’t do anything. Yuki rolled out of the ring and fished underneath for a kendo stick but as she went to get back in the ring, Danni Anderson ran up and pleaded with her to reconsider; even grabbing the kendo stick and engaging in a tug of war until Yukiko ripped the weapon from Danni’s hands and smacked the ring apron with it, shrieking at her in Japanese, likely telling her to get back. Yukiko slid into the ring with her weapon of choice just as Damon was starting to get up onto one knee. As he got his second foot grounded, she cocked the stick back and cracked it across the back of his shoulders!! Yukiko continued whacking away at Damon on the mat. Maki was no longer choking Ronnie out with her boot but a bit of scrapping had resulted in her now pressing his throat against the middle rope with her knee, throwing her hair back and shrieking.

Asian Persuasion had a clear advantage that looked as though they were enjoying too much. Yukiko ceased striking Damon with the kendo stick and moved to straddling the World Champion while she pressed the weapon lengthwise across his throat and screamed in Japanese at him. Danni looked like she wanted nothing more than to do something to help but her understanding of the match rules kept her back with a worried look in her eyes. It didn’t stop the third member of The Crusade, however, and the crowd showed their support as Sylvia Lopez came running down to the ring, wanting to help her team out and likely just get in on the violence! First she went for Maki, ripping the woman away from Ronnie Lester. Maki stepped in to grab Sylvia but the Bellevue Banshee hit a Spin Kick to the midsection, followed by a Spike DDT. Next, she moved in on Yukiko Kusanagi, grabbing the woman by the hair and pulling her up. Yukiko wiggled free and swung for the fences with her kendo stick but Sylvia ducked and spun Yukiko around, beginning to unload on her with the Lunatic Combination. She didn’t notice the crowd start to suddenly boo as she reared her hand back to apply the mandible claw portion of the move. Before she could strike, however, she turned as she saw a figure slide into the ring out of her peripheral and--

Jim Reynolds: TASTES LIKE A TIMBALAND BOOT, BITCH!!!!

Nick Hanson: WHERE THE HELL DID MORGAN PAYNE COME FROM?! WHAT’S SHE DOING OUT HERE?!

Jim Reynolds: Repaying that attack from last week, Nicky!!!! Well fucking deserved, I say!!!!

Morgan Payne stood over Sylvia Lopez, arms out and beating a fist on her chest. Fired up and pissed off!!! As the crowd booed her, she threw them the finger and showed her tank top, yelling “SINCE DAY ONE, MOTHERFUCKERS!!!” Sylvia started to stir but Morgan was right on her as Lopez rolled out onto the apron. Payne stepped out onto it and pulled Sylvia up, hooking her arms and legs and lifted her up in a small package hold.

Nick Hanson: What is she--no!! No!!!! Not this, Morgan!!! Don’t do--OH GOD!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Dunk the crazy outta her ass!!!!

Package Piledriver onto the apron!!!! Morgan taunted the crowd again before nudging Sylvia with her boot and storming off up the walkway and through the tunnel again. Back inside the ring, Maki and Damon were both pulling themselves up to their feet. Maki looked like she was setting up for Makihouse Kick but...wait, what? Another third party?! Maki’s attention was briefly grabbed by the familiar, painted face of the Chaos Circus’ Mr. Gigglesworth, sitting in the front row with a bag of popcorn. Grinning maniacally, he popped pieces into his mouth, one by one, mocking a dainty aristocrat at a high end show. When he noticed Maki watching him, he waved his fingers. Maki shook her head and opted not to let him distract her as she turned back to Damon. She went for the beginning of Superkick Party but the minor distraction had given Damon Cross enough time to collect himself and he caught Maki’s foot, spinning her around before grabbing her and starting to set up for Black Crucifixion but Maki got her knee into the midsection, backing him up enough to put him in position for the Makihouse Kick! Maki spun, looking for the impact but Damon caught her leg again and as he shoved it away, putting her back to him, he scooped her up right there, twisted her around and WEIGHT OF THE WORLD!!! Cover!!!! 1...2...3!!!!

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, by pinfall...Ronnie “Wicked” Lester...and the NFW World Heavyweight Champion...THE CRUSADE!!!!!

“Rise” by State of Mine hit the speakers as Damon Cross rose to his feet to celebrate. Outside the ring, Danni Anderson and Ronnie Lester were checking on Sylvia Lopez before Danni assured Ronnie she had their friend, allowing him to celebrate the win. Ronnie got back into the ring and The Crusade celebrated as the referee handed the World Title to Damon, raised their arms then went out to help Danni check on Sylvia who was starting to come to and looking pissed off more than anything.

Nick Hanson: In the face of all odds thrown against them, The Crusade comes out on top!!!

Jim Reynolds: Oh shut up! Asian Persuasion got distracted and screwed! Sylvia Lopez had no business being out here!!

Nick Hanson: Well, a member of The Kingdom saw to that.

Jim Reynolds: And that fucking freak from the Chaos Circus had no business being out here!

Nick Hanson: I can’t argue that but, granted, he didn’t get physically involved. Blame Maki for taking her eye off the ball.

Jim Reynolds: Somebody ought knock your eye off the ball.

Nick Hanson: Do what? Now?

Jim Reynolds: Ah fuck off, Nicky.

Nick Hanson: Right. Folks, we hope you enjoyed tonight’s show! That’s all the time we have for now but tune in next week when we return for our 100th episode!! Good night everyone!!

Result: Pinfall