NFW Collision #100 - 06/15/2021!

Emerging from the Crusade locker room, Leina Rael-Anderson is armed with her NERF Bow n’ Arrow. She’s accompanied by the NFW World Heavyweight Champion Damon Cross, “The Bellevue Banshee” Sylvia Lopez, and Ronnie “Wicked” Lester. They’re all decked out for a war.


Speaking of, Ronnie sets up a portable CD-and-stereo system on top of a crate. He presses ‘Play’ and a familiar song begins to resonate from the speakers:

“This Is War” by Thirty Seconds To Mars

Ronnie then pulls out two things -- a NERF Ultra Two-Motorized Blaster and a flask. He takes a sip, puts it away, and grins. Sylvia giggles with glee and declares with a shout--

Sylvia Lopez: IT BEGINS!

In that moment, a few members of the NFW crew step up with their own NERF blasters. They fire off towards the Crusade, who return fire instantaneously. Foam darts and hyper rounds fly back and forth before the cameras; practically everyone is struck in the crossfire. From behind a large amp, Ollie Linkoln steps out and fires with a NERF Halo Bulldog SG Dart Blaster!

Ollie Linkoln: Boys and girls, eat foam!

He’s quick to duck behind the amp before anyone can return fire. While the new challenger takes away the focus, his wife and NFW Collision Interviewer Ami Fitzsimmons peaks from around the corner. Perched on her shoulder is Rocky the Raccoon! Loading a NERF Ultra Pharoah Rifle, she fires a couple shots and giggles.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I’ve got your six, Ollie-bear!

The trio are so focused on what’s going on in front of them -- they don’t realize what’s coming up behind them. Well, Rocky does. He suddenly jumps down from Ami’s shoulder, and when she turns around, she’s pelted by a foam dart! The one responsible?

Stacy Jones: I got someone, I got someone! Oh, sorry sis!

Ollie Linkoln: And now I’ve got you!

It’s a family feud that the viewers are enjoying! Back in the hallway, Leina and the Crusade are surprised to encounter the NFW Trios Champions, Mayhem!

Ashley Kenyon: SAY HELLO TO MY LITTLE FRIEND!

Little is a bold understatement when she’s armed with a NERF Minigun. Rapid-fire ensues between the seven, laughing all the while. Leina’s fast enough to duck behind a large crate and she retrieves a NERF arrow from the quiver strapped to her. She seems to be waiting patiently for an opportunity to present itself...

Then the doors from the parking lot open slowly to reveal the Animated Maniac of NFW, Logan Bailey, holding hands with his girlfriend, the Resident Rockhouse: Faye Brown. Upon his opening of the doors, a single NERF arrow bounces off of Logan's chest. He looks down at where the arrow ricocheted and sniffs a bit.

Logan Bailey: Well... have fun.

Bailey then turns around and leaves Faye to her own devices. Brown shakes her head and sighs, but then performs a tactical roll to her left, behind a flipped table. Faye is here on a tactical sneaking mission to get back at Emevlas Stastias for the latter putting Faye through a table on the previous Trauma. Brown looks to her left and spots... a box!

Meanwhile, it appears Ollie, Stacy, and Ami have formed an alliance. The three of them are firing at Mayhem and the Crusade. Then out of nowhere, the Headshotz Clan join the battle, sending more NERF ammunition flying around! While some people take the time to reload, others are continuing in the fight. A new challenger emerges in the form of Trauma’s FM Young and she evens the numbers by siding with Blake and Duke. Several people are hit within the four-way crossfire--

Duke Toolbum: Shit, I blame lag!

--but the battle continues. Once again, Leina ducks behind a large crate to gain some cover. She reaches back into the quiver and realizes she only has two arrows left. The rest of them are either stuck on people or scattered about. Next to her, Sylvia notices this.

Sylvia Lopez: Do you need help?!

Leina Rael-Anderson (≖︿≖✿) Yeah, I’m really low on arrows...

The two of them emerge from behind the crate. Right on cue, a stray Nerf bullet hits little Leina right in between the eyes of her mask, which draws the ire of one Sylvia Lopez. She kind of follows the trail of where the bullet flew in and spots a returning Logan Bailey.

Logan Bailey: Got'cha back, Leina!

Sylvia scowls and chases Logan down, who also starts running for his life around the arena. The Bellevue Banshee pelts the Animated Maniac with a barrage of Nerf bullets. The newly-taken Emevlas Stastias simply sits in a steel chair, watching with a content look on her face as her new partner Sylvia Lopez goes hog wild on poor Logan, whose only crime was he was already out.

Emevlas Stastias: Yeah, go get 'em, Sylvia. Make 'em weep.

A box sneaks up behind Stastias and a handle flips up. A set of glassed eyes looks up towards the tall brunette with a glare. Mevy simply chuckles.

Emevlas Stastias: I know you're behind me, Faye. You don't have to sneak around, not that you cou--UU~!

Faye abandons the box and starts choking Stastias around the neck. Good ol' CQC tactics. This is that "Metal Gear Solid shit" Faye discussed before.

Faye Brown: YOU AIN'T A GOD, BITCH! YOU'RE NO GOD AT ALL!

Stastias gets up and backs into a wall, getting Faye off of her before turning around and attempting to punch, but Brown blocks the punch with a kick to the stomach, which doubles Mevy over. Faye then drags Stastias out of the Nerf War arena and towards backstage. Faye and Mevy have technically forfeited the Nerf War, but their war rages on.

Suddenly aware of the bigger situation, both Logan and Sylvia pursue the ladies away from the battlefield. The second NERF War seems to be slowing down. The majority of participants have either run out of ammo or are very close to their last foam bullet. Some of them are trying to collect what’s along the floor and the walls. This doesn’t stop new challengers from entering, including the Kingdom’s Lluvia Cane and the NFW Tag-Team Champions, the Last of the Valkyries. Once they appear, however, Sierra Silver and Ian Dream ambush them with a flurry of NERF darts. Yet another battle starts and there seems to be no end to the war…

“Y’all better clean this up!”

...and of course, the Collision General Manager, himself, makes his appearance -- with TWO Nerf Miniguns!

Luthor Callaway: ...after I take care of the lot of ya!

Without hesitation, he unleashes a barrage of NERF bullets! So much chaos breaks out and one of the cameras’ lenses is hit with a dart, practically covering the entire screen. There’s a bit of a shake and laughter resonates throughout the hallway before the perspective changes altogether, back to ringside where Nick Hanson and Jim Reynolds are already at the commentary, rolling with laughter.

Nick Hanson: Welcome to Tuesday Night Collision, ladies and gentlemen!!

Jim Reynolds: Only place in the business where you can see NERF Wars!! Cause it’s NERF or nothin’!!!! Suck it!!!!
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn storms into the Socialites’ locker room. She huffs and sits down in the chair as her sisters are waiting for her to say something.

Vanessa Page: Well?...

“Classy” Bianca Page: What did Callaway say?

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: (Clearly frustrated)The audacity of that man!!! He said the match tonight is still on. Same stipulations and everything.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Ugh! His bias against us is disgusting.

“Classy” Bianca Page: How doesn’t he see that he is only hurting NFW by not putting us on a pedestal?

Vanessa Page: I know, right?

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: I am so tempted to go over to his office and set him straight.

Danielle stands up.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Don’t, Danielle!! That is exactly what he wants us to do. He wants us to lose our composure so that we will lose our focus and lose the match tonight.

Danielle stops where she stands.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: You’re right, Tiff. You’re right.

Vanessa Page: We just have to remind biased Luther and all of NFW that we are the superior team.

“Classy” Bianca Page: We beat them last week and we will beat them again to keep our championship match at Reckoning Day III us against Arsenal.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Exactly ladies. We will make sure we do anything we have to tonight come out victorious tonight and move on to beat Arsenal to become NFW Trios champions.

Match #1/Singles Match

Tommy Janes vs Jimmy Bones

Jimmy Bones is off like a rocket as soon as the bell sounds. Bones hits a big shotgun dropkick, surprising Janes and sending him into the corner. Bones pops up, runs in with a flying European uppercut. Bones looks to whips Janes across the ring, but the Bastard Prince is too damn big and strong. Janes pulls Bones into a massive European uppercut, spinning the scrappy underdog around and allowing Janes to plant him with a devastating Saito suplex. Janes covers and gets a 2 count. Bones hits a few quick forearms as he’s brought to his feet. Bones hits the ropes, ducks a clothesline, ducks another, and barrels into Janes with a cannonball style senton with a head of steam. Janes goes down and Bones is up. Bones hops to the outside, springboards up for the swanton bomb, and crashes against the knees of Tommy Janes. With Bones writhing in pain, Janes gets to his feet, shakes the cobwebs, pulls Bones up and just demolishes him with the Don't Blink combo. Janes unleashes a furry of blows that completely rocks Bones and again sends him spinning allowing Janes to nearly decapitate Bones with a short arm lariat. Janes covers

ONE…

TWO...

THRE- KICK OUT!!!

Janes and even the ref are shocked at the sheer heart of Jimmy Bones after that avalanche of strikes. Janes lets Bones get to his knees, then smacks him and tells him he should have stayed down. Janes then blasts Jimmy Bones with a sickening knee strike. Bones was out on his feet as Janes posed for the crowd, hyping them up before he hits the Family Heirloom. With the crowd sufficiently excited, he pulls Bones in, and wows the crowd with a beautiful destroyer, spiking Bones on his head and locking it up. Janes covers and hooks both legs

ONE…

TWO...

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden:!Your winner as a result of a pinfall, The Bastard Prince… TOMMY JANES!

Jim Reynolds: The Bastard Prince with an impressive debut picking up the win against the human crash test dummy himself, Jimmy Bones.

Nick Hanson: I’d say Energizer bunny, little jerk just keeps going. At least until he runs into someone like Tommy Janes. The Bastard Prince, little brash at times, but I think he’s gonna do big things.

Result: Pinfall

Janes gets to his feet as Bones exits the ring, and immediately makes his way over to the ropes. He holds out his hand, asking for a live mic, which is handed to him. The crowd cheers as he makes his way back to the center of the ring.

Tommy Janes: Chicago! What did you think of that?!

The crowd roars even louder as Tommy puts a hand to his ear, slowly spinning in a circle with the microphone pointed out toward the audience in attendance at the Collision Center. He brings the mic to his mouth again, exaggeratedly using his free hand to bring down the volume before speaking again.

Tommy Janes: Yeah I thought it was pretty good too! And how about a cheer for Jimmy Bones, huh? Good fucking match, my dude!

The crowd roars again, and Bones steps out onto the stage to give a wave before heading back into the back. Janes gives them a moment to quiet down before speaking again.

Tommy Janes: Bastard Prince is 1-0 here at Collision now folks, and I kinda feel like that zero could stay in the losses column for quite awhile. Ya feel me? When I told Callaway he'd made a coup picking up my contract, I wasn't kidding. I've studied each and every member of this roster. I watch tape. I do my homework. I gave up Yale to wrestle, bee tee dubs. Straight A student, yessir!

The crowd laughs, and Janes continues.

Tommy Janes: So what's the dealio, you're probably asking right about now. What is Tommy Janes "goal", and how far is he willing to go?

He grabs his entrance coat from one of the techs at ringside. He rummages through the pockets, throwing out random items, tic tacs, keys, a used tissue, before taking out a folded up piece of paper. He unfolds it before turning it toward the camera. It's last year's WrestleWar flyer, featuring Super Tiger vs Anton Crowley for the Undisputed Championship.

Tommy Janes: This! Well, not this. That's Trauma's title and it'd be silly to think as a Collision superstar I could take THAT belt, but I want the World Title bay bay! To be the best you gotta beat the best and I am the BEST DAMN THING!

The crowd roars in approval. Tommy goes to speak again before "Survive" hits the speakers, and out walks Kai Morgan. Kai slowly makes his way down the ramp as he speaks with a microphone of his own.

Kai Morgan: Congratulations, Tommy! Hearing you talk about all your wildest dreams and aspirations, it just...brings a tear to my eye.

Kai feins a tearful expression, but hops back into his usual cocky demeanor.

Kai Morgan: Listen, I could sit here all day hearing you talk about your little boyhood dreams, or how you gave up Yale or Harvard or whatever dumb shit you tried to fly past us just then. No really, I could. But let’s cut to the chase. See, I was back at my apartment, ready to relax and take my day off, but I couldn’t help but feel this nagging feeling. Even though I beat the brakes off of Trina Tanaka, I figured I’d be back to do it all again tonight. But then...I wasn’t booked. So I figured someone had to take that spot from me, ya know?

Kai hops on the apron and continues.

Kai Morgan: Then I realized that someone was you, Tommy! Now, I had been hearing a bunch of rumblings that Tommy Jane is the hottest signing to this show by far, so I told myself, “Kai, you are going to that Collision Center tonight and you are not leaving until what all the hype around this guy is about!”

Kai enters the ring through the middle rope, and gets straight into Tommy’s face. His expression turns a lot more serious as he utters his next words.

Kai Morgan: And well...let’s just say that there’s a reason I’m still here.

Tommy tries to bring the mic to his face to retort, but Kai gently lowers it with one hand.

Kai Morgan: Now, Tommy, you’ve had your turn to speak. You’re done now.

Tommy gives Kai a mean look, and Kai revels in it before speaking again.

Kai Morgan: See, you’ve clearly got some enormous balls to come out here and talk about how you’re the “best damn thing”. I figured with your ivy-league level of intelligence, you’d know better than to lie to these people about something like that. Especially when the Living, Breathing Instant Classic is on the same roster as you. But it’s okay! It’s become very clear that you have a lot to learn still, and I’ll be more than happy to teach you. Anytime, anywhere.

Kai drops the microphone and the two start standing nearly nose-to-nose, Kai’s words clearly striking a nerve in some way. The two continue to stare each other down as we cut away!
Even now, the thrills of the second NERF War are high in the aftermath. Leina has the happiest grin on her face, a bounce in her step as she ventures into the hall of locker rooms. She’s closely followed by Danielle Anderson and Damon Cross, the couple who are to be wed this Sunday. The upcoming fourth-grader’s enthusiasm brings a sweet smile to Danni’s face.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) Did you have fun?

Leina Rael-Anderson (◠.◠♥) Heck yeah! I’m thinking about hosting a third war for Reckoning Day. What do you think, Pops?

Damon Cross: I’d like for you to wait until I can actually participate. You know… so the old man can show you how it’s done.

All three share a chuckle at that, although Li rolls her eyes as if to say there’s no way.

Leina Rael-Anderson (≧◡≦♥) Pshaw!

Naturally, she expresses it as well. Danielle giggles softly before she glances up and notices two familiar faces approaching them. Her smile widens and she hops up and down.

Danni Anderson (◠△◠✿) Bahamut! Mrs. Lyra! Hiii!

Spotting them as well, Damon joins Danielle in chatting with Eric and Lyra Donavan, who had stepped away from catering for the moment, it seems. Damon shakes hands with his former mentor and adversary, while Lyra and Danni embrace. Eric also takes a knee to shake Li’s hand as well before the young lady looks up toward Danni.

Leina Rael-Anderson ╰(◡‿◡♥╰) I’ll meet you two inside when you’re done with the old people talk!!

Laughing this off, the adults nod and Leina makes her way past them and towards the locker room. Of course, she stays within her mother’s sight, even when she regards Eric and Lyra. She folds her hands in front of her lap and smiles.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) How are ya? Oh! How goes the wedding catering? I hope we gave you two enough time!

Eric Donavan: No problem at all. Everything is ahead of schedule. That is, unless you have some last-minute changes?

Lyra Donavan: Even then, we’re prepared. Anything we can do to make the day more perfect, love, just say so.

Damon Cross: No, you’re both already going above and beyond the call-

--when suddenly, a loud, horrified shriek echoes throughout the hallway! It sounded like that of a little girl’s--

“LEINA!”

Without hesitation, the four of them run down the hall and straight into the room. Standing at the center in absolute terror is Rael-Anderson, her body trembling, her knees quivering, and tears welling up in her frightened eyes.

The inside of The Crusade’s locker room...looks not unlike the scene of some horrid crime having taken place there. Red. Everywhere. Who knows what the source is? To be honest, some probably don’t want to guess. The walls all over have been “painted” with Japanese lettering. Short little phrases and eerie images - dreadful creatures of Japanese folklore - written in some unknown dripping, crimson liquid. Perhaps most recognizable is the kanji, “shin” - Japanese for “Death.”


Of all things written across the walls, this sole symbol is painted in numerous parts of the room. This is the image of nightmares come to life. Nightmares that look like they’re already haunting the innocent youth. Instinctively, Danielle and Damon run to Leina, the former quickly pulling her into her arms. She can feel her daughter’s knees give up and she carefully lowers them both onto the floor. With the symbolism everywhere, Leina buries her face against her mother’s chest, and… she’s crying. She’s never cried in front of the cameras, in front of so many people. Danielle tries to comfort her, cradling her in her arms. Yet the Pink Sugarplum Fairy’s eyes stare at the horrors of the transformed locker room and she’s trembling.

Danni Anderson (◡﹏◡✿) Oh my God...

Damon is protectively helping to shield Leina from what will already be seen in her sleep for a while, but his eyes… his eyes are upon the imagery. And that stare is all too familiar. Eric and Lyra, still at the door, stare with their own expressions: Lyra bearing one of peculiar distaste and Eric’s impassive glare.

Lyra Donavan: Clearly someone wants your attention, dear. And they are not subtle.

She walks forward, resting a hand on Leina’s head, rubbing slightly.

Lyra Donavan: It’s all right, child. Nothing to fear from this.

Eric, however, walks past the rest, right up to the painted symbol. With his back to the camera, it is impossible to gauge his reaction. His tone and words, however, say plenty.

Eric Donavan: You do something about this, Damon. You do it tonight. And you leave no question as to what happens when someone fucks with your family. You understand me?

He glances over his shoulder at Damon who, despite bristling a little from being told his business, instructed on what to do from a man with whom he has such a storied past, is already nodding in agreement.

Damon Cross: This doesn’t pass.

Eric Donavan: Good.

Eric turns and leaves, Lyra smoothly falling into step with him. They might have said more, done more, but Eric knew as well as Lyra that this was Damon’s business to settle. His AND Danni’s. Leina seems to be calming a little bit as Damon kneels in front of her and takes her into his arms. She clings to him tightly and Damon responds with a firm embrace of his own.

Damon Cross: I’ve got this, Li.

The poor girl can’t find the words, let alone verbally conjure them. Burying her face into Damon’s chest, Leina sobs wordlessly as she tries to compose herself. It’s a heartbreaking sight… and Danielle’s emotional stability is nearly compromised. She bites down on her lower lip for a moment before she looks up at Damon.

Danni Anderson (◕︿◕✿) We need to take Leina back to the hotel. This is… this is unacceptable.

Damon Cross: You go, then. I’m not leaving until Kusanagi answers for this.

He leans back a bit, holding Li at arm’s length. She sniffs a little and shakes her head.

Leina Rael-Anderson (︶︹︺♥)/color] No. I’m fine.

Damon Cross: You’re sure, princess?

Leina Rael-Anderson (>_<♥)/color] You go get her.

Her voice is soft, but there’s some steel behind those words. Damon looks over Li’s head at Danni, who tentatively nods, then returns his attention to the girl.

Damon Cross: All right. We’ll find Ronnie and Sylvia so you’re looked after.

And with that, the three move off, with the last image being that of the vandalism in the Crusade locker room.
Sierra Silver stands in an old, rundown boxing gym dressed in a green sports bra and black training shorts. She shadow boxes as she speaks.

Sierra Silver: Henlo, NFDub! Tonight is a big night! It’s the one-hundredth episode of Collision AND it’s my singles debut! I get to compete against one of my besties in Lilith Meadows! So I need to be prepared so I can be in tippy-top shape! So it’s time for a super epic training montage! Hit the music!

The training music from Rocky plays as a training montage plays. Sierra is seen jogging through various locations in her hometown of Des Moines, occasionally waving at people as they pass by her and giving them a huge smile. It changes to Sierra punching a punching bag as fast as she can, causing her to miss the bag quite a few times. It switches again to her doing pushups and situps with Ian Dream by her side, playing the role of Mickey to her Rocky.

Then it switches to the pair in a freezer. Sierra’s dressed in pink sweatpants, a puffy blue jacket, and a pair of black earmuffs with kitty ears on top of them. In front of her is a giant slab of meat on a hook. Steam escapes her mouth as she breathes heavily. She lets out a primal yell as she throws a punch, only to hold her hand and cry out in pain. It switches once more to Sierra running, this time up the large staircase, Ian by her side. The footage cuts to the top of the stairs, with Ian reaching the top, followed a little bit later by Sierra, on her hands and knees, huffing and puffing as she finally reaches the top. She rises to her knees as she weakly throws her hands up into the air in victory.

The montage ends and the shot cuts back to Sierra, her smile a little smaller this time, a shy look on her face.

Sierra Silver: So, as you can see, I’m more than prepared to continue our winning streak and keep our momentum going all the way to our huge-mongous tag team title win!

Match #2/Tag Team Match

Sorelle Della Tempesta vs The Drama Club

Fading back to the ring, we see both members of the Drama Club sporting a pair of suits and sunglasses, as they stand in the center of the ring in the style of The Blues Brothers from Saturday Night Live, getting a bit of a pop from the Chicago crowd. Then, the opening guitar and horns of "Everybody Needs Somebody to Love" would play...

Frederick Williams, Esquire: "We're so glad to see so many of you lovely people here tonight! And we would like to welcome all the representatives of Illinois' Law Enforcement Community who have chosen to join us here in the Collision Center at this time! We do sincerely hope you enjoy the show, and please remember people, that no matter who you are and what you do to live, thrive and survive! There are still so many things that make us the same! You! Me! Them! Everybody!"

Frederick says, as Reginald begins to sing…

Reginald Jefferson III: "Everybody! Needs somebody… Everybody! Needs… to develop some culture in this cesspool of a city!"

He says, as the crowd erupts in boos, as they insult what is one of the most significant pieces of Chicago pop culture.

Frederick Williams, Esquire: "You call this art? This schlock?! There are hundreds of better musicals out there! West Side Story! Jersey Boys! Les Miserables! You even have one named after this dump!"

They shout, flustered by the patrons' lack of taste, as The lights go out in the arena, as the screen begins to flicker. A building storm appears on the screen as two robed figures are shown walking along a beaten path. As the storm lightning cracks, the eyes of the two women light up. There is some drum tapping beginning in the arena, as the two women are being risen from the stage. They toss their robes to the side, and reveal matching ring gear as Isidora steps out first, then followed by her older sister, Noelle. Isidora crouches down in front of her sister as her sister puts her hand up in an X over her head. The lyrics begin as Isidora stands up.

Get the energy up, spread it all around
Everybody's gonna get it--going through it right now
Get the energy up, spread it all around
Everybody's gonna get it--going through it right now

Isidora begins skipping down the ramp as she smiled softly, hugging some of the fans as Noelle tended to walk down behind her getting her focused back on the task, as she pulled her away from the fans as the fans begin to cheer her, on the sole premise that they are against these pencil neck theater snobs. Isidora then pouts as they look into the ring, Isidora goes left hugging a few of the fans and Noelle goes right.

If your patient,
Everything will be okay
If your persistent,
Troubles will seem far away

Perseverance is the key to everything you achieve
Seek out the truth,
Don't forget about what you believe

Rise above the storm
You can find what you
Have been looking for

They climb onto the opposite sides of the apron, Isidora sliding underneath the second rope, Noelle doing the same on the opposite side. Isidora climbs up onto the second Rope still putting her hands up as Noelle does it on the other side, crossing her arms. The ring announcer then picks up their microphone giving their introductions, as Noelle pulls her sister down moving her to the middle of the ring with her.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, She is the Lucha Princess, and She is the Pride of Italy, at a combined weight of 240 lbs. Noelle and Isidora Jansen, Sorella Della Tempesta!”

As Sorella Della Tempesta gets in the ring, Isadora would start off against Reginald, and the two tie up. She wrenched his arm and hit a pair of Ipponzei arm drags, and then a stiff kick to his midsection. She tagged in Noelle, and delivered a hip toss onto Reginald for some offense, as he kicked out at two and a half.

Noelle would get Reginald to a seated position, as she delivered some punches to him, and lifted him up for a brain Buster, whilst Frederick talked trash from the apron. She would then drop RJ3 on his head and roll him to Frederick, daring him to make the tag. He hesitated, as Reginald would meekly get to his hands and knees for a tag, which begrudgingly, he accepted. He charged in for a lariat, but Noelle would propel him upwards with a flapjack, and then tagged Isadora in. Isadora would tuck Frederick in for a powerbomb, as she lifted him up and Noelle comboed into a neckbreaker called La Tempesta! Official El Aguacil would slide in to count the fall.

1..

2..

3!

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, by pinfall, La Sorelle Della Tempesta!!!!

Nick Hanson: And a dominant debut for Isidora Jansen and her sister, Noelle!!

Jim Reynolds: Nothing better than seeing a couple of B actors get their bells rung! HAHAHA!!!!!

Result: Pinfall

The War Queen Leah Aguero is backstage tightening up her boot straps as she prepares to go to war later tonight against The Socialites. Not alone for long, Layla Diaz and Jed Coffey burst through the door and walk straight up to the crouched Leah. Diaz goes from looking down at Leah to looking up at her as Leah rises to her feet.

Leah Aguero: You pissed?

Not even saying a word, Diaz nods her head yes. This brings a smile to Leah’s face.

Leah Aguero: Good. Because the time for foolishness is over with. The time for dicking around with “knees an cuttahs” and “booshes and beeshes” has commenced. Last week, I saw that fire in both of you that you once carried. Still, you lost. Yeah, you got sprayed in the eyes. Sure, you got dusted by some brass knucks. But it was you who put yourself in that position. Now, tonight, you’ve been given a second chance. Tonight, Diaz, you’ve got that chance for redemption for what The Socialites did to you. We win tonight and we effectively change the landscape of Reckoning Day III. The SCRS adds itself to the Trios Titles match and we take them belts. Are you ready, Diaz?[

Layla Diaz appears to be almost seething as she’s gritting her teeth, thinking about getting her hands on The Socialites.

Layla Diaz: I been tinkin bout tanite all week long. Dem prim an proppa bishes be tinkin dey got ones ova on me. Dey didnt need ta but dey gave us diss. It da first damn time da powas dat be gave us anytin an I ain’t finna fuck dis up. Not fa yous, Leah. Not fa Mighty J. Most all, not fa me. Dey can bring da nucks tanite fa all I curr. Tanite, it no disqualification. Dey enta oura realm. I’ma finna show dem a liddle bit a dat south side hospitality.

Again, another smirk from Leah as she places a hand on Diaz’s shoulder.

Leah Aguero: Then, don’t fuck this up for us. You got that? You went from the one that always got the pins for the team straight to taking the falls. Keep that up and I’m better off dropping your ass back off in Corpus Christi.

With that, Leah then turns her attention to Jed Coffey.

Leah Aguero: And, as for you, put that size to good use and subdue these little bitches. Get your hands dirty. But, when it comes time, stay out of our way and let Diaz and I do what we need to do. You still got a lot of learning left and you’re not going to muck it up for us. The Second City Riot Squad is coming for them straps and I’m not going to let either of you ruin it.

Leah walks right past Diaz and gives a light slap to Jed’s cheek as she exits the room; leaving the other two members of the SCRS ready for battle.
The scene cuts to a black screen. It is suddenly replaced by static.

Marilyn Matthews: Oh, sorry, one moment.

The static starts to shift as the picture slowly comes into focus. Suddenly Marilyn Matthews appears on the screen with a smile.

Marilyn Matthews: HELLOOOOO NFW!!!

Marilyn is standing in a mess of a room. Computer monitors line a wall and the placement of pillars and railings seems random at best and chaotically obscene at worse. SHe had stood with her arms spread wide before bringing her hands together in front of her.

Marilyn Matthews: Apologies on not being there in person. Personal lives and all that. But I wanted to make sure that we are all on the same page. That we all understand the landscape.

Marilyn begins slowly pacing back and forth.

Marilyn Matthews: It seems that since I am not longer Champion that most of you think I have fallen off. You are all a bunch of sharks, circling the water cause you think you smell fresh blood. You think that you can take me down now that I don’t have the gold around my waist anymore. Well...

Marilyn stops pacing and holds her hands out to her sides slightly.

Marilyn Matthews: If you think you have what it takes. If you think that coming for me, when I have nothing to lose, is a smart plan. I want you to think back to the last year and a half. Look up the history of the World Heavyweight Championship. Remember that I held that title for over a year straight. Remember what that takes. What is needed to hold a title for over a year. Then do the actual smart thing...

A sly green creeps onto her face.

Marilyn Matthews: Let someone else try. Because so many before have, and so many have failed. You may think you can be the one. But just look back and remember who I am. The look might be different but I’m still that bitch.

The scene changes and starts to cycle through all of Marilyn’s looks in her time in the business. The different hairstyles and colors, the different attire. Finally it cycles from the green and black haired version, to the brunette, to back to the woman speaking.

Marilyn Matthews: I’m Marilyn Matthews. Basically...

Marilyn smirks slightly.

Marilyn Matthews: Run.

She grins wickedly again as the scene fades.
To the back we go inside of the locker room for #THEBeautificationMovement. All three ladies sit in large black leather office chairs, dressed to the nines, each sporting a bit of bling, Grace Moretti and Juliana Mendoza opting for diamond encrusted bracelets while Cayla had donned some diamond earrings to go along with the designer dresses, Juliana in her dark purple, Grace Moretti in red while Cayla has gone for a nice soft blue. Juliana’s high heeled foot taps against the floor as they are set to begin #THESearchForBeauty.

Juliana Mendoza: I can not believe how many people are foolish enough to think they’re worthy of joining us. Can we all just agree that if one of us says next, it’s unanimous? I trust that both of you trust my judgement and you know that I trust both of you completely.

Grace Moretti: Of course, darling. I highly doubt the three of us will object to each other too much. Let's just hope this isn't too long of a process.

Grace said, as she was still generally against the idea of the search, but Cayla and Juliana had high hopes for it.

Cayla Phoenix: Au contraire, Grace! We've gotta shop around. Why settle on a 7 when a surefire 10 is on the way? Besides, think of all the hotties coming today to see us!

Cayla said excitedly as she smiled with a beaming look on her face, as Grace lets out an exasperated sigh.

Grace Moretti: Fine. If you want to parade our group like a circus to attract freaks, then let's get started.

Juliana Mendoza: Good, now let’s get this thing started so we can get rid of the riff raff as early as possible. I would love to get this done in time to get a massage and maybe a little more if they send oh whatever the cute one was named.

Juliana motions for the door to open and the first applicant walks in. She’s a fairly plain looking brunette woman, maybe 5’4, 150 or so pounds. Juliana rolls her eyes and sighs.

Juliana Mendoza: NEXT!

The woman runs off looking like she’s about to cry and now a plain looking brown haired man with a short beard walks in. He’s about 5’9, 180, and he receives the same exasperated sigh and eye roll from Juliana.

Juliana Mendoza: NEXT!

This goes on for quite awhile with a slew of mostly average looking applicants appearing and getting the NEXT call from mostly Juliana, but Grace Moretti is starting to get a bit bored as well and strikes before her protege. Cayla even starts in, but she is a bit nicer, telling them, “sorry, but next.” Juliana holds up her hand before the next applicant arrives.

Juliana Mendoza: This is getting ridiculous. I say we let the next five come in, and I will even let them attempt to wow us. If we don’t find one by then, we still have some time, so we pack it in tonight, we can have the intern sort through and compile a top five candidates list and interview them next week.

Grace Moretti: I agree, this has gone far too tiresome.

She said before cattily humming the March of the Gladiators due to the disappointment she's seen today.

Cayla Phoenix: She's right, all these depressing faces are making me want ice cream. Can we see the next five, please?

As the first of the applicants comes out, it's Collision official and transient, Boxcar Jones, leading to confusion from all of them.

Boxcar Jones: Is tihs taht trehe job sarceh?!

Not, it’s worth noting, dear fans that Boxcar Jones can hardly even be understood. He sounds like Farmer Fran from Waterboy, if you need a comparison. He said a bit confused, as his eyes draw to Grace's ample cleavage, as her hatred of 'ugly' people was bubbling out, as she went through the moments that built up to that in her head, which are far too graphic to be described to the average reader in a tasteful way.

Boxcar Jones: Yew look lkie yew seen a ghsot, ptrety lday…

Grace Moretti: Wh… what is this thing doing here? Get away right now, or I will have you locked up in a cell for the rest of your life...

Grace said with a stammer in her voice, as Cayla stepped up, much kinder than she usually is and gives him a quick embrace.

Cayla Phoenix: I don't think you'd want this job, Mister Jones. In fact, you follow this nice man in the uniform and he'll get you a snack.

Cayla said, as she gave the guard a twenty dollar bill, as Juliana looked surprised by her demeanor change.

Juliana Mendoza: Hey, has she been taking her uhm... medicine. You know from that little condition that the plane crash one hundred percent caused?

Before Grace could answer, Cayla came back over and sat down with a smile as she grabbed one of the chocolate covered strawberries. Before the call for the next applicant could be made, the lights in the room suddenly dimmed and some lively guitar music began, “Para bailar la bamba” as the words came, Juliana’s eyes went wide.

Juliana Mendoza: No no no. It can not be him, he’s supposed to be stuck in Mexico.

As she says that a man in a bright green velvet sombrero strolls into the room playing a stringless guitar as he dances around to the sounds of “La Bamba”

Unknown Man: Hola Juliana, it is me, Rudolfo Juan Hector Villalobas Mendoza! The Mariachi Luchador himself, El pájaro cantor sexy!

Juliana Mendoza: Uncle Juan, you are not and never have been a songbird or sexy. You were only there to make people laugh, and we do not need a comedian. Please go, tell Aunt Lucia I love her and she has got to stop sending me those tamales. They’re far too full of calories and carbs and fat and they’re fucking delicious. Oh my God, just get out of here before you embarrass me further.

Juan Mendoza: Oh come on jumping bean. What am I gonna do, tell them how you got the nickname sin bragas?

Juliana Mendoza: You son of a… Don’t you dare do it. I will tell my father. Do you want to go back to wrestling in the street for pesos?

Juan Mendoza: I’m not scared sin bragas. Okay, so Juliana there is maybe eighteen, training for a match, she lands a double stomp, almost falls over and as she tries to balance she completely…. AAAGGGHHHH!

Before the story is finished, Juliana’s uncle goes flying out of the other door. The lights flash for a second, then dim as a woman walks into the room with a smirk, a large gold jeweled necklace rests on her neck, right above a dark red cape and a black full sleeved halter top.

Voodoo woman: Some men just don’t know when to shut up.

Cayla is shaken, as she already didn't fare well with horror movies, and she had just seen a man get hurled out of the exit way Paranormal Activity style. Grace, however, is amused.

Grace Moretti: Well, that was very interesting. Ladies, this is Thalia Starks, she was part of the New Orleans Angels.

She said, as Grace had owned the LFL team before selling it off. She loved her as a prospect, but, the vision of fear and intimidation was clear on Cayla's face.

Thalia Starks: Pleasure to see you again. So, why is it that you wish to conform me, Grace?

Grace Moretti: Well… isn't it obvious? A woman of your looks just needs a little nudge in a better direction…

Grace said, as Thalia furrowed her brow. Juliana placed her hand on Grace’s and smiled as she looked Thalia over.

Juliana Mendoza: I believe Miss Moretti is simply saying that a woman of your gifts could be doing so much more. What you did earlier with my idiotic uncle, absolutely fabulous. What did it get you though? A bit of appreciation and a warm fuzzy feeling. What if you instead used those abilities to bring us a bit of gold? We would of course need to freshen up your look. I like the necklace and the top kind of works, but a cape? Really girl, what do you keep your spell book in there?

Juliana can see Thalia tensing and holds her hands up.

Juliana Mendoza: Look, we have high standards, and well I’m pretty sure Cayla is kind of scared of you. Believe me, I appreciate you getting rid of the moron, but you can’t scare my bestie, okay?

Thalia was about to reply as a loud noise came from the entrance way. This belongs to DJ from the ATL, who is working for One Wrestle Movement.

DJ From ATL: Yoooooo! The savior of the YWC is here, and nobody wants another LFL cast-off in the wrestling business. Janessa Sweet? Trash! Daria Dorsey? Trash! You! You were only a highlight because the Firebirds bought all the best wide receivers!

He said, as Grace immediately stood up in ire, before DJ turned to her.

DJ From ATL: And the smartest move you made, Grace, was selling the team to that big tiddied record company owner in a massive hustle. But you three need a man that can work! No one wants to see hot women pretend to wrestle! The only thing they're good for is cooking, cleaning, and vaginas!

Grace Moretti: Get out of our sight, you hideous incel!

DJ’s Ladies: You're a real scumbag…

Cayla Phoenix: Yeah! We want warriors, not keyboard warriors!

All four women said, furious at DJ from the ATL, as he seemed to realize he was out of his league.

Juliana Mendoza: I will give five hundred dollars to the next woman who kicks this idiot in the balls.

Suddenly a very tall muscular woman comes charging in and soccer kicks this misogynistic fool right between the legs. He actually goes off the ground before he falls to his knees, coughing and sputtering begging the stupid vagina’s to help him. They all smack him and walk off before this amazonian grabs him by his shirt collar and pants. She tosses him out of the door, turns and smooths out her form fitting black leather dress.

Juliana Mendoza: Now that is impressive. We will have to work on the fashion, but I am digging the vibe What is your name?

The Amazon Applicant: Cálida La Sangre

Juliana smiles and gives a polite little golf clap.

Juliana Mendoza: Love it. Maybe a little bit dark, but if we shorten it to just CALIDA! All caps really make a big deal out of it. We are looking for a heavy hitter, and while the muscles are impressive, we need to know a little more.

Cálida La Sangre: I am six feet tall, weigh one hundred and eighty pounds, can bench press two hundred and fifty, squat three hundred, I have a brown belt in judo and five years of in ring experience including time in Mexico and Japan.

Cayla Phoenix: Oh! Em! Gee! Those thighs! She could probably crush a watermelon with them! Can you?

Grace Moretti: The ring experience is good, as well. Have you won any titles, before?

Cálida La Sangre: I have won two torneos femeninos, one Reina’s crown and one called the Future of Joshi.

Juliana Mendoza: Well you just continue to impress. I think we may have found our newest member, but there is one very important question. At the end of the day, there is nothing more important to THE Beautification Movement, than success. We don’t care how, we want it now. So if you find yourself accompanying myself and Cayla to the ring and being involved in a trios match with us and one of us or Miss Moretti tells you to get a chair and whack some moron over the head with it, what do you do?.

Cálida La Sangre: Using a chair is illegal. If there was no disqualification I suppose I could, but I would never cheat in a match to win. I am a true fighter, a noble warrior, an honorable combatant.

Juliana Mendoza: You’re also done here. I had such high hopes, a strong powerful sexy latina with skills and accomplishments. You have a great name, but we need someone who understands the importance of winning. Here, take your money for ridding us of the sexist and just go.

Juliana sighs, pulls out a wad of cash for Calida, then hangs her head and sighs. When she leaves and both doors are closed, Juliana looks up at her best friends and rolls her eyes.

Juliana Mendoza: OH MY GOD! Noble warrior, honorable combatant? This isn’t war sweetheart, it’s pro wrestling. Nobody cares if you won a title honorably or not, they just care about the shiny gold wrapped around your waist. So so SO disappointing.

Cayla Phoenix: Ugh. Let's just hope she never puts on western wear.

Grace Moretti: Today was a bust. Let's call it a day and try again next week.

Cayla and Grace said, as they got up from the desk, as Juliana joined them, all shaking their heads in disappointment. Juliana reaches back and grabs a bottle of champagne as they head off.

Juliana Mendoza: I definitely need more alcohol after that disaster.

Grace and Cayla nod in agreement as they leave and we fade to black.

Match #3/Kendo Stick On A Pole

Matt Shields v. Keiji Sugiwara

As soon as the match begins, Shields rushes at Keiji and drives his kendo stick into the ribs of The Last Emperor. Boxcar Jones jumps in front of Shields before he can smash the kendo stick across the back of Keiji.

“WAHT THE HLEL YUOS DIONG BOY? TAHT’S IEAGLL!”

“What? I was certain that the contract stipulated I was able to use my personal kendo stick as well as the one on the pole. I am very sorry Mister Jones. Just for you buddy, surf and turf on me tonight in your nice economy plus room at the holiday inn. Yea, and I promise that I will not do this.”

Shields turns around and drives the kendo stick into the skull of Keiji, smiling like a mad man.

“I won’t do that with this kendo stick again.”

Boxcar looks very torn between wanting to do his job and wanting a hot meal, a shower, and a real bed for the night instead of munching on the scraps he can get from the Collision Center dumpsters.

“Oaky, give me the sictk.”

Shields, nods, hands it over to Boxcar and Boxcar hands it off. Keiji is slowly trying to get to his feet as Boxcar goes to check on him. Boxcar looks concerned, but Shields yells at him that the kid is fine. Boxcar okays the match to continue and Shields charges Keiji with a European uppercut. Keiji ducks out of the way and Shields crashes into the corner. Keiji grabs the ropes, jumps up and hits an assisted enziguri. With Shields staggered, Keiji hits a running back elbow, then a big tornado DDT out of the corner. Keiji looks over to the kendo stick and starts making his way over to the corner. He starts slowly climbing the ropes, he gets to the top, keeps one hand on the pole and reaches out for the kendo stick but he takes a hard forearm shot to the back. Shields hits another, then a third, then pulls him into the powerbomb position. Shields hits a big running Liger Bomb right in the middle of the ring. Shields pulls Keiji up and The Last Emperor is clearly dazed as he’s levelled with the 40 Legions discus clothesline. Shields looks at the kendo stick and yells “I don’t even need a kendo stick to win this match” then makes the cover which Boxcar Jones reluctantly makes.

ONE…

TWO...

THRE- KICK OUT!!!

Shields is furious as Boxcar holds up two fingers and repeats “Olny two! Olny two!”

Shields slams his fist on the mat, then grabs Keji up by his hair. He smacks him, then hits a vicious forearm before setting him up for Greetings From Crystal Lake. Shields doesn’t just want a standard one though. He goes to the corner and climbs up to the second rope. Before Shields can leap off though, Keiji kicks free, uses his legs to push off the ropes and counters into an incredible gutwrench suplex. Keiji seems as shocked as anyone by the power move, pulling something surprising and exciting out of the bag of tricks. Keiji took a bit to catch his breath as Shields was down. Before Shields could get back to his feet, Keiji hit a big dropkick to the back and Shields rolled to the outside. Keiji shook the cobwebs, hit the ropes, went charging for the suicide dive and Shields caught him out of nowhere with a quick snapping version of his Frailty ripcord elbow. Keiji plummets to the ground. Shields pulls Keiji up, rolls him into the ring, follows him back inside and pulls him up once again. Shields hits Keiji with a snapping European uppercut, then hauls the kid up onto his shoulders. As an insult he smacks Keiji’s face a few times as he holds him up.

“Hey kid, sorry about this, but you’re here to serve as a message, so you’re going to be very sore for the next forever. As a little apology for having to hurt you so horribly, I’m gonna get you in touch with my gear guy. Okay kid, good talk, I’m gonna give you a neckbreaker now.”

Shields slaps Keiji’s face a few more and Keiji drives an elbow into the side of Shields’ neck, slips off and hits the Osaka Cutter out of nowhere. Keiji covers and hooks both legs

ONE…

TWO...

THRE- KICK OUT!

Keiji completely forgot about trying for the kendo stick, he just wanted the win to shut the loud mouth up. Keiji started crawling over towards the kendo stick, working his way to his feet with every little bit. He’s standing as he reaches the corner and begins to climb. Keiji is climbing slow and Shields has slowly recovered from one of Keiji’s big attacks. Shields stumbles his way over towards the corner which gives Keiji time to hop to the outside as grab Shields for a hotshot. Keiji hops back up on the apron and hits a senton atomico. Keiji rolls through, pops up, hits the ropes and comes back with a big jumping knee drop. Keiji turns back to the corner and starts to climb, wanting to get some payback. He almost has the kendo stick when Shields yells for the hotdog guy to give Boxcar a dozen. Boxcar looks over with a smile as Shields hits Keiji with a low blow. Shields pulls Keiji into position spins away from the corner and drops The Last Emperor with the Hellhound's Bite. Shields marches over to the corner, climbs up, snatches the kendo stick, tosses it down, and then leaps off the ropes with that crushing Swanton Bomb he had dubbed Year Zero. As Boxcar is finishing his last hot dog, he turns around to see Shields with the kendo stick in hand. Boxcarlooks to see that it has been pulled off the pole and informs everyone.

“Mtat Siehdls has rteireevd the kendo stick. Terhfroee he can use it.”

Shields just starts bashing the kendo stick across the arm of Keiji. He drives the weapon down maybe a dozen times until it starts splintering. He then finally grabs Keiji’s arm, traps it and applies The Whispers of Azeroth, but he has the kendo stick across Keiji’s face, his forearm digging into Keiji’s nose as he tries to slow his breathing. Keiji is trying to reach out for the ropes, but he’s right in the middle of the ring. Keiji starts scooting in, but Shields uses the kendo stick ro crank back and cause added pressure. Keiji jolts forward taking a big breath, which allows Shields to shove the kendo stick into Keiji’s mouth, his forearm pressed tightly against the face of Keiji as he struggles for air, slowly fading until he passes out and Boxcar calls for the bell. Shields is a little slow to relent, but he let’s go without having to be told twice.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden:!Your winner as a result of a referee stoppage, The Knightmare King…MATT SHIELDS!

Jim Reynolds: Matt Shields locked in the devastating submission move, putting that kendo stick in Keiji Sugiwara’s mouth. He could have seriously hurt that young man.

Nick Hanson: That was just sick and cowardly and what kind of man is Matt Shields? He isn’t one. He’s a miserable piece of garbage. Sneak attacks, brutal assaults. I hope someone kicks his butt real soon.

Jim Reynolds: Well he’s a winner tonight. Keiji Sugiwara put up a hell of a fight, but let’s not forget he recently had that brutal submission match with the Silver Mountain champion Morgan Payne , and tonight he was attacked with a weapon, low blowed, and still he’s, well he’s I guess hobbling out of here.

Winner: Matt Shields

Result: Submission

With the match over and Keiji Sugiwara making his way to the back, Shields tells Boxcar Jones to step away. He thanks Boxcar for the wonderful job he did, tells him to go and wait for car to take Boxcar to the hotel. His new favorite referee is gonna get taken care of. Boxcar happily nods his head and runs off as Shields suddenly lunges at Roger Arden with the kendo stick held high. Arden runs off, tossing his mic in the air. Shields grabs the mic and quickly turns towards the ramp with a smirk

Matt Shields: Ooooooo Ollie Ollie Oxen-bitch!

He laughs a bit as he walks towards the ropes and just hangs over the top rope as he points the kendo sticks towards the entrance area

Matt Shields: Come on out kid, you know what time it is. Even if you had the damn trash panda read the contract to your inbred illiterate hillbilly bitch ass, you know what that contract said. So come on out and tell me what it’s gonna be. You gonna do the smart thing and give up on this fight or are you choosing a nice defiant death?

He taps the kendo stick on the ring apron as he continues to stand there smirking. Awaiting his newest rival.

Ollie Linkoln: CAKE OR DEATH?!

‘Super Rad’ by The Aquabats plays briefly to herald the arrival of Ollie Linkoln, holding a microphone and the match contract Matt had offered on a clipboard. Ollie makes his way to the ring and climbs in. Instead of the usual backpack he uses to carry Rocky he seems to have a golf bag slung over his shoulder Casey Jones-style containing all manner of goodies.

Ollie Linkoln: I did, in fact have my manager go over your contract and he recommended that I not sign it. The wording of the stipulations are too vague and place me at a significant disadvantage and you know what Rocky really has a point. He-

Ollie stops talking mid sentence, unclips a pen from the clipboard, signs the contract, and drops it at the feet of Shields. The whole time making direct eye contact with him.

Ollie Linkoln: But there are some things we need to get straight. I want to make it clear that things have changed. I’m not gonna fight you to defend anyones honor. I’m not gonna fight you because of some vague villain/hero dynamic and it’s the right thing to do. It isn’t about picking on the biggest and meanest guy to prove myself to anyone including my wife, myself, and ESPECIALLY not you, Matt. I’m going to fight you because I just… I really REALLY freaking want to. Beyond whatever has happened until now...it’s pretty clear we’re meant to be dance partners.

There is an awkward pause.

Ollie Linkoln: Not...not in a weird way. I’m not my brother. I saw you get worried for a sec. So whatever kinda fight you want? You got it. You want my blood? I’ve got plenty to give but I’m taking my fill as well.

Ollie remains right in Matt’s face, unblinking. Shields smiles, laughs and then headbutts the ever living shit out of Ollie Linkoln. The bag of goodies goes flying. Shields picks up his kendo stick and takes a wild swing. Ollie ducks, hits Shields with a big jumping knee strike that rocks him. Shields reaches out and rakes Ollie’s eyes, and they both grab for weapons. Shields gets a chair as Ollie grabs a rubber chicken? He tosses that and grabs a cricket bat. Both swing away, the objects just ricocheting off each other. They toss the weapons and start throwing punches. Shields again goes to the eyes, gouning his thumb into Ollie’s left eye. Shields hits a stiff forearm strike, then sets Ollie up for Frailty. Shields shoves Ollie out, goes to pull him back in and instead gets kicked in the calf. Another and Ollie is rocking and rolling as it’s All Aboard at the Gravy Station time. Ollie kips up, raises his arm high ‘TOOT TOOT’ GRAVY TRAIN!

Nick Hanson: YES! GET HIM OLLIE! GET HIM GOOD!

Shields is sent flying out of the ring as Ollie takes a bit to catch his breath, and shake off the cobwebs as that burst of adrenaline is slowing. Ollie looks to the outside to see Shields slowly getting to his feet. Ollie starts hyping up the fans, hits the far ropes, comes charging back and security is now in the way, blocking Shields off. Shields looks up at Ollie and just flips him off. Shields backs up as he tells Ollie, he’s not worth fighting for fun! NFW is paying him to teach him that lesson on Reckoning Day.
Jonna Austin: I don’t need an interviewer or anything like that to say what I want to say. I never have, but I’ve tolerated it the last couple of shows for Lluvia and Jamie. Well...mostly for Jamie while she continues getting used to all of this.

That wasn’t a shot taken at her sister, Jonna knew how much easier it was to get used to the whole backstage bit if you had an interviewer in the beginning of your career. Harper Lee was standing next to Jonna but remained silent, knowing that there are times for her to speak up and times to just let Jonna speak on her own. Tonight? Well tonight was one of those on her own type of nights.

Jonna Austin: I’m proud to be a part of the 100th episode of Collision, but I’m even prouder to be in the main event of it. Of course, excellence recognizes excellence, so it’s only fitting that Mr. Callaway would select me as one of the 5 participants of this Destiny Roulette match.

Jonna grinned as she spoke, Harper nodding along lightly as she stood beside her and listened to her old college buddy. Jonna’s smile never left her face as she began speaking again.

Jonna Austin: Naturally it also makes sense to put some of the best that Collision has to offer in this match like Maki, Ronnie Lester, Kamila Rose, and Angel Griffin. But all I have to do is beat them to one of the 4 cases that are going to be around the ring. But something that may not be known is that I’ve fought my way to a case...and won it just mere months ago. Was it against this many people? No, it wasn’t, but it wasn’t against a slouch either nor was it a simple match.

Jonna smirked a touch as she thought about her Halloween match back in October, not knowing or really caring who did and didn’t see the match. But that was back when Jamie was still her manager. Harper placed her hand on her hip as she listened to the taller woman beside her.

Jonna Austin: But the people I’m going against tonight are all just as hungry as I am...they all want a taste of gold just as I do. I guess we’ll just have to see who’s hungriest as we fight for a case. It’s hard to beat an Austin...it’s even harder to beat one who’s destined for great things. As Uncle Steve would say...Gimme a Hell Yeah!

The smirk never left Jonna’s face as she waited for a moment before the two women turned from the camera and began walking down the hallway. The scene faded as they left the view of the camera.
We switch back to ringside as the commentary team begins talking about what’s still to come on tonight’s show but before long, the relative silence in the arena is broken by Devour The Day’s “Step Aside”as “BEHOLD THE KINGDOM'' appears on the titan tron. There’s a mixed reaction from the audience as Silver Mountain Champion, Morgan Payne, walks out from one of the tunnels. She’s wearing baggy black jeans, her Timbs and one of her “Dal Primo Giorno” tank tops with a Kingdom skullcap over her head. Morgan steps out onto the stage, holding the Silver Mountain Championship at her side. She hoists it up into the air before bringing it back down and making her way towards the ring.

Jim Reynolds: Hey hey hey now! Silver Mountain Champini’s in the house, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: I would have been surprised if we didn’t hear from her on this 100th episode of Collision! I’m not sure what she’s got to say -- probably not very nice, honestly -- but as her shirt says, in Italian, “Since Day One!”

Jim Reynolds: You can’t deny that fact. Her career was born here and through trials and tribulations, Morgan Payne has stood by this company since even before the re-opening! Before we closed our doors in 2007!

Nick Hanson: You might say she’s grown up with this company in her blood and I dare say she might even retire out of here.

Jim Reynolds: Wouldn’t doubt it!

Morgan climbs up onto the apron and steps into the ring. She crosses the mat, stepping up onto the middle turnbuckle where she lifts the belt again, sticking her other arm out to her side and jaw jacking at the crowd under the music. Once she steps back down, she motions for a mic, snatching it out of Roger Arden’s hand as he offers it up.

Morgan Payne: Cut dat fuckin’ music.

The music shuts off as she slides the title over her arm and onto her shoulder, pacing idly inside the ring. This lets the jeers and boos from the audience more noticeable as Morgan looks up from the mat and out at the audience. She’s unphased by the remarks and just shrugs her shoulders.

Morgan Payne: Yinz can shut da fuck up too or I can just stand here for da rest of da show till I either time runs aht or I say what I came to say.

She folds her arms at the wrist at her waist in front of her and just stands there. She shrugs and mouths “I dun give a fuck.” Before long, the crowd does finish up with their booing and she nods.

Morgan Payne: Thought so, ‘cause yinz wanna see da rest o’dis big 100th episode we got goin’ on, yeah? Issa big moment, for damn sure. What we get so far? Couple debut matches. A’ight, a’ight. Da broadway jagoffs got booed outta da ring by Sisters of the Storm.

She throws a sly wink at the camera.

Morgan Payne: Nice name, chicks. I see you. And what else? Oh, Jimmy Bones, got dat ass beat again. Who ain’t seen dat comin’? Kudos to Tommy Janes, though. Welcome to da A show. Lessee, what else. Oh and Matt Shields set da business back by abaht thirty fuckin’ years. Yeah, nice goin’.

Morgan throws a thumbs up to the camera, then makes the jerk off motion.

Morgan Payne: Least I can give props for da rest of da night is I’m lookin’ forward to at least seein’ my wife, Lilly Meadows, beat da piss outta Sierra Silver. Hey, Si, ain’t nothin’ personal but if you gonna step to any of da Kingdom, ya gotta be ready. I can give credit to lettin’ one of da Kingdom represent in da main event. Jonna girl, get dat shit. HOWEVER, COMMA!!!

Morgan shouts the last words and paces around for a moment, shaking her head then shrugging her other arm out at the camera.

Morgan Payne: Much as I love dis company, I gotta say...dis big 100th episode celebration is fuckin’ dogshit!! You celebratin’ a hunnit episodes of da longest runnin’ show dis company’s got and Luthor Callaway’s gonna not book da biggest draws dat New Frontier has ever fuckin’ seen. Now, I get it. Ya can’t book alla us. Not alla us could make it here tonight.

She pauses, her composure changing suddenly as she visibly exhales and closes her eyes.

Nick Hanson: Again, we wanna wish Jasmine Matthews our sincere thoughts and that she gets well soon.

Jim Reynolds: Amen to that.

She lifts the mic back up to continue.

Morgan Payne: But you got da longest reigning former World Champion sittin’ in da back wif some pent up aggression. Fuck, no disrespect to Jonna, but it shoulda been Mary in da fuckin’ main event tonight. Shit, ya shoulda stuck ‘em both in! Yinz up in da office can stop snubbin’ Lluvia. Coulda given Jamie a piece o’dat damn Devil bitch trynna step up. Hey, news flash, Rayola. Ya ain’t got ya squad at ya back anymore. Ryleigh’s dust in da wind and who knows where ya husband fucked off to.

The crowd boos Morgan for swinging at the low hanging fruit, so to speak but she just makes a mock cry face.

Morgan Payne: Yeah, cry me a river. But yanno where ya really fucked up, Luthor? Where you done goofed? Where’s my match tonight? Why am I sittin’ in da back where da highlight of my evenin’ is gonna be playin’ Swiper No Swipin’ wif Ian Dream over da chocolate cake? Lookit dis. Look!

She moves her title and arms aside so the camera can see her shirt.

Morgan Payne: “Dal Primo Giorno.” Since Day One, Lu. Day...Fuckin’...One! I been here on da same show since da day Steven Brody brought New Frontier back from da ashes. Shit, I’mma just come aht and say it: I’m da real face o’dis fuckin’ show and I get nothin’. Nothin’!! I’m da one puttin’ da title dedicated to da man who pioneered dis company in da past back into relevancy an’ yet I ain’t got SHIT!!

She pauses, staring into the camera again, beginning to fume before she composes herself and continues.

Morgan Payne: So let’s talk abaht what I do got. I got two things, actually. To reiterate, I got dis belt. Da Silver Mountain Championship. At dis point, I am dis title. Dis title is New Frontier Wrestling. I...am New Frontier Wrestling!

She raises the belt up again and the crowd reacts, this time a little more positively, granted. They can hate how she does things but they can’t deny the legacy she comes from and represents. Morgan sets the belt back on her shoulder.

Morgan Payne: And also...I got someone who thinks they got what it takes to take dis away. Yanno what? Maybe she can. Maybe she fuckin’ can. Sylvia Lopez, I see you girl. Lotta people look at’chu and they might just see some wildin’ aht bitch, hissin’ an’ spittin’, talkin’ to herself an’ pullin’ aht her fuckin’ hair. Baby girl, I ain’t fuckin’ stupid. I know you bring more to da table. I pay attention. I do my diggin’ and my studyin’. You bad.

She relaxes the mic down, nodding, before bringing it back up.

Morgan Payne: Yeah, you bad. But’chu ain’t badder than me. Yinz in da Crusade wanna talk abaht history, an’ legacies. Yinz wanna talk abaht how yinz some bad muthafuckahs? I’m da baddest fuckin’ bitch dat ever stepped into a goddamn New Frontier ring! You hit me? I hit back harder! You leave a bruise? I draw blood! You bust my fuckin’ nose? I’ll tear off ya goddamn arm! You might think ya got my numba but’chu gon’ learn, bitch. Oh, you gon’ learn. Not tonight. Not even tomorrow. But two weeks. In two weeks, Sylvia, we steppin’ into my world. Like I said, ah know how dangerous ya are so if you want dis?

She pulls the Silver Mountain title off of her shoulder and holds it up.

Morgan Payne: You want dis, ya gotta bring yo real shit. Maybe you will be da one. Maybe you will take it from me, but’chu know what? I’mma take somethin’ from you. Matt Robinson and even ya boy Damon Cross already took your mind and cracked it like a fuckin’ egg. Me? I’mma take your sheer will to fucking live. You gon’ learn, Lopez, in two weeks...when we step into dat Gauntlet Tower...you may be a bad bitch...you may be a crazy bitch...but you ain’t dis bitch….

Morgan tosses the microphone to the mat and spreads her empty hand out while the other lifts the Silver Mountain Title up when all of a sudden One Eyed Doll’s “Committed” blasts through the PA at the guitar’s kick in. The crowd pops and Morgan turns towards the stage just as “The Bellevue Banshee” Sylvia Lopez comes out of the opposite tunnel from which she, herself, came.

Nick Hanson: Uh-ohhhhhhh!!!! Well, if you’re asking for trouble!!!

Jim Reynolds: I’ll say! Call the white coats, we got an escapee in the house!!

Nick Hanson: You’re terrible.

Jim Reynolds: Hey, it’s for her own good. Don’t come down here fucking with the girl on the silver mountain!

Nick Hanson: Oh, I think that’s exactly what she aims to do! Sylvia Lopez wants a fight! No, she wants to play!!

Sylvia stands like she’s about to explode on stage, raking her fingers through her hair. Inside the ring, Morgan motions for her to bring it on if it’s what she wants. She even tosses the Silver Mountain Title to the mat and sets her stance, ready for a fight. Sylvia’s happy to oblige as she suddenly just comes sprinting down to the ring and baseball slides right in. Morgan rushes in at her, trying to get the upper hand but Sylvia’s quick to her feet, shoots in, takes Morgan to the mat with a double leg takedown and the fists start flying between the two! The crowd’s going wild as the brawl finds its way out of the ring and onto the ringside floor. The two make it up to their feet with Lopez in control of the scrap that’s unfolded between the two as she rams Morgan back into the ring apron over and over. Next, she grabs Morgan and just starts laying in with the Headbutts, one after another. She yanks Morgan’s head back and rams her face into the ring apron, causing her to slump to one knee. She took this moment to pace around her prey, running her fingers through her hair again with that wild smile.

Sylvia Lopez: SYLVIA GETS TO PLAAAAAY!!!!

She says this in an unhinged, almost sing song type voice before grabbing Morgan again and goes to ram her face into the ringpost next. This time, however, Morgan catches the post with her hands, throws a back elbow to Sylvia’s jaw, then follows up with a Sok Klap out of nowhere!! Sylvia grabs her jaw and staggers back as Morgan yells at the timekeeper to move and grabs his chair. She snaps it closed, moves in and WHACKS it across Sylvia’s back to the boos of the audience. Sylvia doesn’t go down, but instead, she staggers forward, rounding the corner of the ring. Morgan stays in pursuit and catches her across the back again, sending Sylvia stumbling up towards the stage. They make it all the way up to the stage before referees and security all make it to the scene and start trying to hold Morgan back. The other half of the group starts checking on Sylvia, granted she’s still on her feet. Morgan pushes and shoves at the refs and security tries to subdue her, brandishing her chair still. At the same time, however, Sylvia runs, shrieking at Morgan through the crowd of officials.

Nick Hanson: LOOK OUT!! HERE COMES SYLVIA LOPEZ, RIGHT FOR MORGAN PAYNE!!!!

Jim Reynolds: OH SHIT!!!

Sylvia SPEARS Morgan, slamming right into her and the two of them go tumbling off of the stage, down the side and crashing through a set of tables with a loud CRASH!!!! The Collision Center audience are on their feet, making noise as the referees run to the edge of the stage to survey the carnage beneath them. Sylvia and Morgan both lie strewn out in a mess of broken wood and twisted metal as the referees make their way down to check on them. Morgan and Sylvia lie near each other at adjacent angles. The Silver Mountain Champion lays there, wracked with pain, wincing. Sylvia, on the other hand, lays there with a noticeable smile on her face and almost seems to be trembling with laughter through the pain as the show fades to a commercial.

Match #4/Singles Match

Sierra Silver v. Lilith Meadows

The fans are split between two of the cutest superstars of the Collision roster: Sierra Silver and Lilith Meadows. Of course, the diehard Kingdom fans are rallying behind Lilith. However, an equal number of supporters are cheering for Sierra. Perhaps to the surprise of many, the two of them shake hands. Once the bell rings, however? They’re all business, locking up in the center of the ring. Lilith begins to overpower Sierra, engaging in a wristlock before she sends her towards the ropes with an Irish whip. She unleashes a ripcord clothesline, which sends Sierra crashing onto the mat. However, Sierra’s quick to her feet, retaliating with a judo throw. When another judo throw sends Lilith to one of the corners, Sierra runs in and nails her with a corner dropkick. She then drags Lilith from the corner and covers her.

One!

Tw-- Lilith kicks out before two!

From the outside, Christina slaps the ring apron with her hands. She watches her tag-team partner with some concern. Gaining the advantage, Silver unleashes a full-frontal assault on Lilith. The fans rally behind the Supervillain in Training, who sends Meadows onto the mat with a question mark kick. She flashes an “evil” grin and steps out in between the ropes. Once she’s on the ring apron, Silver is looking to take flight -- when her right ankle is grabbed by Olson! Referee Hiroki Tanaka notices this and scolds her in Japanese. Olson plays “innocent” and backs up with her hands in the air. From the opposite side, Ian Dream narrows his eyes. The distraction helps Meadows who, in turn, sends Silver crashing against the barricade with a running discus forearm smash!

This captures the referee’s attention, turning to Lilith who feigns a cute little “oops!” Some of the fans don’t buy it, letting her know with boos and jeers. While the referee is distracted, however, Christina stalks after Sierra… but she’s intercepted by Ian who spears her onto the ring mat! The two of them are gunning for each other, an exchange of blows, while Sierra rolls herself back into the ring. Lilith takes this opportunity to lift her up and bring her back down with “The Dreaming” (Implant DDT)! She then rolls Sierra over, covers her with the hook of the leg--

One!

Two!

Sierra kicks out!

Despite Meadows’s cute pout, she’s on the attack, taking the advantage from Silver. Despite this, Silver does her best to fight back, getting a few shots in at one-half of the Tag-Team Champions. Meadows, however, puts an end to the comeback with a kick to the midsection, a double underhook suplex, and her nasty “Faerie Lock” (Paradise Lock)! From the outside, Christina and Ian have somehow separated themselves. Dream checks in on Silver and starts a new rally for the fans to support. Silver fights through the pain and drags both of them towards the ropes. She latches onto the bottom rope, so Hiroki counts against Meadows. She releases the hold at four with a huff and mouths off at the referee.

Out of desperation, Sierra ambushes Lilith from behind and drives her onto the mat with “Greenheart” (Codebreaker)! The fans burst into cheers, but Sierra’s still worn out from the “Faerie Lock” and she can’t quite go for the cover. With both women down, Hiroki begins an official count on the two. Christina and Ian look on from the outside -- on opposite sides of the ring. Lilith and Sierra begin to move of their own willpower and gather themselves. They’re on their feet at around the exact same time and the two of them fight for the advantage once again.

Silver is somehow able to fight through her pain and she clocks Meadows with a buzzsaw kick out of nowhere. Meadows falls into a precarious position, her body from the waist up leaning on the middle rope. Right on cue, Silver rushes in and nails Meadows with “SI-1-9!” (619)! Meadows is knocked back onto the mat with a THUD, while Silver begins to ascend the turnbuckle. Olson tries to intervene, but once again Dream is there to quickly pull her off the ring apron. While the two break out into another fight, Silver takes flight and lands on Meadows with “Silver Sun Rising” (Swanton Bomb)! She goes for the cover and hooks the leg--

One!

Two!!

THREE!



Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match by pinfall… SIERRA SILVER!

Nick Hanson: And the streak continues, folks!

Jim Reynolds: Bullshit! I call bullshit, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Of course you do, Jim. You’re biased towards the Kingdom!

Jim Reynolds: Feh! When it comes to tag team action, Sierra and Ian will bow before the Last of the Valkyries! This is far from over!!

Winner: Sierra Silver

Result: Pinfall

The view crossfades to Katelin Descarrilado. Dressed in her ghostly-grey get-up, Katelin sits exactly as she did after interrupting the Cass Baumer/Etsuko Mitsuzaka match: Reclining, hands folded on her stomach, staring out towards nothing. "Vichnaya Pamyat" as performed by the Homin Lviv Municipal Choir accompanies her words.

Katelin Descarrilado: Allow me to regale to you what a coward would have done with the cards I was dealt after Tren's collapse. A coward would have let everything that's happened to me afterwards happen without recourse. They would have gone with the flow, as many of you tend to do. They would have let their significant other fall to the ground as they watched. They would have cried themselves into a panic before calling 911. They would have stayed at home hoping that their significant other was OK instead of going to the ER with them and staying with them every single fucking day until they were considered 100%.

There's just a hint more venom in Descarrilado's words than usual. Slightly more ice in her veins. Obviously, she has not taken well to being branded a coward.

Katelin Descarrilado: Likewise, in the ring, a coward would have taken their debut loss and simply "waited their turn" or done something equally as ridiculous. They would have attempted to play nice with you lot without delving any deeper into the atrocities you've committed or overseen. Let me assure all of you, I am no coward. I simply believe in enforcing the golden rule however I see fit. I have done nothing wrong, and I cannot understand how any of you can think any wrongdoing has been committed by my hand. Other than "well, it happened to me!" or "well, it happened to my friend and client!"

She puts her hands to her cheeks in faux-surprise, even widening her eyes to match the level of excitement Danni Anderson usually brings. As much as someone like Katelin can, anyway.

Katelin Descarrilado: ...or "well, it happened to MY fiancee, oh-em-gee!"

Descarrilado's hands folded together again and rest on her stomach as her face returns to a more neutral look.

Katelin Descarrilado: Katie Anderson pinned me, so I pinned her back. Simple as that. In fact, I paid her back two-fold, and I expect my karma for that to come sooner or later. Cass Baumer brought me into this mess by taking away that which I hold dear, so I will do the same to her by taking her Wild Card briefcase at Reckoning Day. Damon Cross inserted himself where he wasn't needed... so I paid him back with a likewise action. But no one beats Damon twice, don't you know?

A slightly amused exhale escapes Katelin's nostrils before she continues.

Katelin Descarrilado: You have to be above reproach. You have to be either a complete newcomer, or have a completely clean slate to have a chance against me at any point. And usually, those go hand-in-hand. You may win a battle against me every now and again, sure. Savor those where you can, because they're far rarer than my one match has let on. But if you're not any better than all of the vermin on Twitter? Then I've already won the war. It's just a matter of how long you choose to delay the inevitable. Everything you do is a choice. I choose to be above reproach. I choose the side of good. The side of justice. You all choose to follow your own interests wherever they take you. You choose cowardice, only to point the finger of it towards those you dislike. To label them to cover for your own shortcomings. And that is the reason for what you people will see soon enough.

Descarrilado grabs a toy title from the floor. It's a plastic replica of the Genesis Championship.

Katelin Descarrilado: You may see this.

Katelin places the fake title down before grabbing another, this time it's a replica of the Silver Mountain Championship.

Katelin Descarrilado: Or this.

The Devil In The Details places that fake title down as well before grabbing a third one.

Katelin Descarrilado: Or in the highly unlikely event that Tren fails...

It's a toy replica of the NFW World Heavyweight Championship.

Katelin Descarrilado: Perhaps you see this. Because I will have kept to my word. And it only takes one time to beat Damon. Take all of these in, because one of these scenarios is happening. All that needs decided is which one. Because for those who do good, good happens. For all the rest?

The Ice Queen directs the camera to come close.

Katelin Descarrilado: The worst is yet to come.

And the view crossfades away from Katelin towards elsewhere.
The camera opens backstage on the members of Arsenal.

Nikki Peltier: So we know Arsenal gets the Socialites and…

Ashley almost looks like she wants to puke.

Ashley Kenyon: Aren’t we fucking lucky…

Bethany tries to calm her sister before she loses her mind completely on camera.

Bethany Kenyon: Ash…

Ashley is having none of it.

Ashley Kenyon: Oh tell me you really wanna have to deal with those bleach blonde prima donnas, seriously, Bethy…

Bethany raises her hands up, still trying to calm her baby sister.

Bethany Kenyon: Well, no, but…

Ashley nods angrily.

Ashley Kenyon: But what?

Jeszika shrugs slightly.

Jeszika Gautier: But they kind of earned their way to us.

Ashley can’t believe her ears.

Ashley Kenyon: Are you fucking high?

Bethany and Nikki both step between the seemingly enraged Ashley and the visibly distressed Jeszika.

Nikki Peltier: Ash…

Bethany nods disapprovingly.

Bethany Kenyon: That’s not fair, and you know it!

Ashley points accusingly towards the door of the room.

Ashley Kenyon: Neither is how that bunch of bitches got to us!

Nikki nods.

Nikki Peltier: But the SCRS gets a chance to fix that tonight!

Bethany nods.

Bethany Kenyon: No DQ…

Jeszika Gautier: You know the Socialites are not gonna be happy about that.

Ashley nods, crossing her arms.

Ashley Kenyon: I hope SCRS smashes the Barbie Brigade into a million fucking pieces! Then we’ll ahvea real fucking match for the gold!

Bethany nods.

Bethany Kenyon: We can hope.

Jeszika nods as well.

Jeszika Gautier: I hope it happens too.

Nikki smiles.

Nikki Peltier: Let’s make it unanimous!

Ashley nods and the camera fades out.

Match #5/Singles Match

Etsuko Mitsuzaka v. Rayola Davine

The bell sounds and immediately, Rayola goes on the offensive as she takes Etsuko down with a shotgun style dropkick. Etsuko uses the ropes to hop back up to her feet, but as she does, she’s met with a series of armdrags by Rayola before being caught with a roundhouse kick. This causes Etsuko to roll out of the ring to try and get her bearings about her, but as she does, Rayola comes flying through the ropes with a suicide dive onto the floor. Rayola picks Etsuko up and rolls her back into the ring. Rayola follows suit and as she goes to pick Etsuko up, she’s met with a kick to the head that staggers her back. Etsuko gets to her feet and delivers a belly to back suplex before going for a rear naked choke. Rayola scrambles and makes it to the ropes though very quickly to force a break. Etsuko picks Rayola up and maintains wrist control as she delivers a series of short arm clotheslines before finishing it off with a Saito suplex and she goes for a cover, but only gets a two count.

Etsuko picks Rayola up and goes for a German suplex, but Rayola is able to land on her feet and deliver a dropkick to Etsuko as she turns around. She picks Etsuko up and sends her into the corner and charges in with a corner splash before letting her opponent slump in the corner. Rayola backs up and gets a running start before delivering a bronco buster to Etsuko She pulls Etsuko out of the corner and hits the ropes and springboards off of them and delivers Sunspot. Rayola hooks the leg, but only manages a two count. Rayola then climbs up to the top rope, but as she steadies herself, Jamie Austin comes sprinting down the ramp and up onto the apron, yelling at Rayola. This distraction was enough for Etsuko to get up and deliver a superplex on Rayola before grabbing the woman by the wrists and delivering the Mitsuzaka Bunny Hop on her and hooking the leg and picking up the win as a grinning Jamie watches from the ramp.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Etsuko Mitsuzaka!!!

Jim Reynolds: Well, she took her eye off the ball and it cost her!!

Nick Hanson: Oh she had no business being out here!!!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, Jamie never touched her! Rayola thinks she’s got what it takes to be top dog? She needs to learn how to focus!

Nick Hanson: Oh, brother….

Result: Pinfall

The scene opens up backstage with Rayola walking along, carrying her wings and undoing some of the tape on her wrists. She is soon intercepted by Josh Davidson.

Josh Davidson: Rayola how are you feeling after that match on the 100th episode of Collision?

Rayola Davine: Well, it didn't go my way as everyone saw. It sucks, but it's also been pretty typical recently. I guess I just have to deal with that and see where I really am failing.

Rayola breathes deeply as she looks away for a second then back at Josh.

Rayola Davine: You know you can only do so much. Even Icarus could only fly so high, but I wasn't trying for the sun, just for the moon and the stars beyond them. I wanted to have my own light shine. And I know Jamie is watching this with her girls, probably getting a good laugh. Probably going on about how pathetic I am.

Rayola snaps a sneer now.

Rayola Davine: Well I don't think Jamie's ever stepped in the ring with the Devil's Angel if she really thinks that. She shoulda taken her shot when she had the chances. Because come Reckoning Day, she won't get another. That's Davine!

Ray nods respectfully at Josh before walking off again. Josh watches her go as the scene fades out.
Nick Hanson: Well ladies and gentlemen, what a show we’ve had so far…

Jim Reynolds: And we’ve still got plenty to go!

“Apocalypse Now” by Cro-Mags blasts out of the PA system and both Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire walk out onto the stage from opposite sides, Psycho carrying her shillelagh “Blackie” and Bruiser with a pair of brass knuckles on her right hand and the two begin to make their way down the ramp.

Nick Hanson: Well business is about to pick up! Gallus Mag are here!

Jim Reynolds: And I think we both know why they’re gracing us with their presence here tonight, Nick.

Once both members of Gallus Mag reach the bottom of the ramp, Psycho makes her way up the steel steps as Bruiser slides under the bottom rope and immediately pops up as Psycho climbs through the ropes. They both call for a microphone and are handed one each before turning their attention to the stage as “Apocalypse Now” fades out.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: So last week… Sela Rica-Lark and I competed in a couple o’ Beat The Clock matches, aye? We both fuckin’ won… but I beat my opponent quicker… so that means Gallus Mag here… we get to pick the fuckin’ match type for our match at Reckonin’ Day III against Sela Rica-Lark and Abigail Lindsay.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an’ we’ve baen tinkin’ ‘bout dis…

Bruiser nods as she paces back and forth a little.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye, we’ve been thinkin’ about it all week, lasses… and then it dawned on us…

She turns her attention back to the stage.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Ya’ll like to play, aye? And it’s clear ya’ll like to play dirty too! So that’s where these come in…

Bruiser raises her right hand with the brass knuckles on them up to her face while Psycho holds up Blackie and smirks.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Bae ye ready tae play fer rael then?

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Ya see… we came up with somethin’ we like to call the Fight Pit! No fuckin’ rules… no count-outs… no tags… anythin’ goes! Not only that… but the rin’ and the surroundin’ area will be covered with plenty o’ toys for ya’ll to play with…

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, now ye bae talkin’, Lass! This bae me kind o’ party!

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: So there ya have it, lasses! Ya’ll wanted to play… here’s ya fuckin’ chance! Coz Hell is empty…

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

The two then raise their closed fists into the air as “Apocalypse Now” blasts out of the PA system before the two toss their microphones to the mat and then exit the ring as we cut elsewhere.
When Collision returns from commercial, “Rise” by State of Mine is playing and all attention is on the ring. Standing in the middle, sans jacket and tie, is Damon Cross. A microphone is white-knuckle tight in his right hand, the World Heavyweight Championship grasped with equal ferocity in his left. His dark hair is down and wild, his eyes glaring right into the hard camera. Danni, at his side, does not quite match his fury, but no one would dare deny that she, too, is quite upset. Her intent, however, is unlikely to be the same as Damon’s based on her reaction to his barked command into the stick before his theme can even finish fading out.

Damon Cross: Kusanagi!

From there, the Redeemer lapses into some sharp Japanese that, while far from being as fluid as Yukiko’s, is still pretty good. The benefits of being trained by a veteran from the Land of the Rising Sun, no doubt. The previous run-ins with the Yakuza probably didn’t hurt it, either. Once his short tirade is done, he translates for the American fans while likely leaving out some of the more colorful adjectives…

Damon Cross: Get your narrow ass out here! NOW!

...and from there, the difference in presence is noted: Damon wants the number one contender in this ring, presumably to deal with her ‘message’ from before that scared the life out of his stepdaughter. Danni, on the other hand, is friends with Yukiko and is no doubt hoping to mitigate the damage and perhaps wean an apology from the Demolition Angel. She steps up beside the man whom she will wed this Sunday and places her hands together in prayer. Her words carry softly to the microphone in Damon’s hands.

Danni Anderson (◕﹏◕✿) Yuki, please...

There’s a moment of nothing before the arena goes pitch dark as the same red kanji seen “written” all over Damon and Danni’s locker room wall from earlier appears on the screen and BABYMETAL’s “BxMxC” comes on over the PA. Boos flood from the crowd as a silhouette can be seen in the flickering violet stage lights before visibility returns and, for the first time that evening, Yukiko Kusanagi is seen. The #1 Contender stands on the stage with her half mask on and hood up, black bokken resting over her shoulder. She stands with her side facing the ring, almost like a statue before her head turns towards Damon and Danni. From there, she turns and makes her way down the steps, methodically walking towards the ring in no rush at all.

Nick Hanson: Well, this is rather unsettling… There’s no sense of urgency.

Jim Reynolds: Why would there be? Yukiko-chan’s in their heads and it’s glorious!

Yukiko’s walk to the ring remains slow and almost zombie-like until she reaches the end of the walkway and suddenly runs up onto the apron, taking a knee; eyes like a predator on the two that have summoned her. She slips under the middle rope, into the ring and slowly rises to stand straight. Her music and theatrics fade as she just stands there. The woman slowly tilts her head to the side, eyes unblinking as she watches the two. Down by the ropes, she’s offered a microphone. She takes it, examines it, and holds it at her side as her pale grey-blue eyes return to the Redeemer and the Semper Fairy. Slowly, almost painfully slow even, she brings the microphone up to her face.

Yukiko Kusanagi: ...Did you like it?

Four simple words. Four words and Chicago, Illinois is screaming for this woman’s blood again but there’s no change in her eyes. Her microphone arm slowly lowers down to her side as she stands in place. Head tilted. Staring. Just staring. Danielle can’t believe it. The audacity of this woman! She’s so focused on Yukiko that she doesn’t realize how livid Damon is becoming. The mic is able to pick up her yelling.

Danni Anderson (◡﹏◡✿) LEINA IS NINE, YUKIKO! You’ve scarred her! Don’t you feel ANY remorse?!

Danni is speaking. She’s addressing Yukiko and demanding an answer. Therefore, Damon is silent for the moment. But the devil is in the Redeemer’s eyes. A mere glance is enough to remind many of a time when the God of Ascension walked in Damon’s skin, rather than the would-be hero he attempts to be these days. Across from them, Yukiko is just standing there...unmoving; eyes narrowed like she’s sincerely taking in what Danni is saying...or rather screaming at her. Those cold eyes widen then and she stares back with an incredulous look at the angry mother of Leina as her microphone comes up again. She’s absolutely astonished at what Danni is accusing her of!

Yukiko Kusanagi: Kōkai?

Her head straightens then, only to tilt to the other side; eyes flickering over to Damon for a second, assuring the champion that she acknowledges his presence before staring hard at Danni again.

Yukiko Kusanagi: My message...was to him!

She uses the bokken on her shoulder, lifting it and lowering it until the tip is pointed in Damon’s direction.

Yukiko Kusanagi: You...

She adjusts the aim of her weapon, pointing it at Danni, now.

Yukiko Kusanagi: ...bring a child...to play games...where wars are waged. You!

The way that last “You” leaves Yukiko’s lips, it sounds like a venomous hiss. Her grip on the microphone tightens enough that even with her fair complexion, her knuckles can be seen turning white as Yukiko begins to tremble with an inner rage; everything’s beginning to build up inside. The anger at being doubted. Overlooked. Shunned. Blamed.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Anata no sei…. This...is on...you!

She lowers her microphone, then her bokken but the trembling through her body remains, from head to toe. The fans aren’t sure what to make of this, all the while Danielle’s eyes widen in shock and despair. She can’t find the words to say to Yukiko’s rage.

Nick Hanson: Is she seriously…?!

Jim Reynolds: You know? She kiiiinda makes a good point, Nicky.

Nick Hanson: Oh will you shut the f--...Mmm. I’m not even gonna get into it with you.

The fire in Damon’s eyes has not calmed one whit. Being called out by Yukiko like this, in fact, has only exacerbated things. He steps between Danni and Yukiko and smacks the weapon away.

Damon Cross: Regarde-moi, enfant arrogant! Comment oses-tu pointer cette arme sur quelqu'un que tu appelles un ami!

Slipping into French in his anger, Damon takes a step toward Yukiko. She mirrors his approach, taking a single step forward, herself, and opens her arms out; almost like an invitation for one of them - either of them - to do something.

Damon Cross: You and me, Yukiko! That is where this begins and ends. Danielle and Leina have no part in it, friendships be damned! If you point that weapon at my fiancée again, we won’t be waiting until Reckoning Day; I’ll beat you down early… same as I did the former champion when she got uppity!

Jim Reynolds: Jackass never misses a chance to boast, does he?! He lucked out against Marilyn Matthews that night and the world knows it!

Nick Hanson: Then why did she never beat him one-on-one, Jim?! That kind of talk won’t wash and you know it! Cross has earned his spot!

Jim Reynolds: So has Yukiko! He’s the uppity one for getting in her face when all she said was the damn truth!

The champion and the challenger are practically face-to-face now, microphones lowered though mouths are still running, Japanese versus French no less. They’re so close to one another, on the verge of total chaos -- something that Danielle is trying to prevent. She can hardly understand what they’re saying, her linguistics on the weaker side, and yet she tries to pull Damon away. Somehow, she is able to separate the two, her hands settling on the sides of her future husband’s face. It’s only when the fans begin to shout that Danni catches Yukiko raising the bokken. The Demolition Angel violently swings for the NFW World Heavyweight Champion -- except the Sweetheart Esper covers him at the last second! The wooden training sword strikes the back of her head with a resounding--

CRACK!!!

Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD!!

Jim Reynolds: HOLY SHIT!!!!

Danni drops like a chopped tree and Damon, half-turned by her effort to cover him, whips around only to find her on the canvas. His eyes widen considerably and the color goes from his face a little. Then his head lifts and he sees the weapon in Yukiko’s hands… cracked...

Jim Reynolds: Whoa, okay, champ! Just keep your head! It was an accident!

Nick Hanson: Accident?! Yukiko swung for the fences, Jim! And Danni has a history of concussions!

Jim Reynolds: She’s the one who threw herself in the way! That isn’t Yukiko’s fault!

Nick Hanson: Don’t you DARE try to excuse this!

The Demolition Angel stands there, almost statuesque as she surveys the scene at her feet. Her eyes have gone from full of that rage and hate to now just that previous blank, emotionless stare. However, there might be a hint of something else in those eyes of hers. What was that word Danni threw at her earlier? Remorse? It’s uncertain what’s going on inside Yukiko’s head as her legs appear to give out and she buckles down to her knees. The #1 Contender holds there for a couple of seconds before she returns to that zombie-like state, flopping to her side on the mat and rolls out onto the floor, backing away from the ring; the end of her bokken dragging across the floor beside her.

Nick Hanson: Not even gonna try to help, huh? She’s just gonna walk away.

Jim Reynolds: Oh, you just love pushing and pushing, huh? What do you want from her?!

Yukiko maintains a slow pace, backing up away from the ring until she’s off the floor padding. At that point, as she stares back at Damon, her eyes close and her head shakes from side to side; the woman turning and methodically making her way up towards the stage again as she tucks her split bokken behind her arm in what was once a samurai’s hold. Everything in Damon seems to want to go after her, but he drops his belt and microphone, going to his knees next to Danni. Trainers and EMTs start running down to the ring as the champion forgets for the moment about the challenger, cradling his fiancée close. Alas, Danielle is immobile. Save for the subtle rising and falling of her chest to display her breathing, she’s unconscious. The fans, especially the younger generation, are terrified for her. Back on the stage, Yukiko reaches the top of the steps where she finally looks back over her shoulder, only now, there’s an almost unmistakable glint in her eyes that the crowd picks up on and, as Danni Anderson is tended to, Chicago lets Yukiko Kusanagi know their stance on the matter.

Crowd: FUCK YOU, YUKI! *clap-clap-clap* FUCK YOU, YUKI! *clap-clap-clap* FUCK YOU, YUKI! *clap-clap-clap* FUCK YOU, YUKI! *clap-clap-clap*

Jim Reynolds: Listen to these assholes, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: I gotta concur, Jim! Look at her, she’s smiling!! She is goddamn SMILING!!

Jim Reynolds: You don’t know that! She might be ready to cry!

Nick Hanson: Yeah, we’ll see her crying when Damon Cross gets his hands on her in two weeks!

The commotion from the crowd continues as Yukiko finally turns from the scene in the ring and walks back through the tunnel as the scene fades.

Match #6/Trios Tag Match

The Socialites vs Second City Riot Squad

~Ding Ding Ding~

As the bell sounds, the three Page Sisters all slide out to the floor, backing off as the fourth one, Tiffany Lynn, comes over to talk strategy with her sisters. As The SCRS starts to walk across the ring, all four Page Sisters take off up the ramp. The SCRS follows and gets caught by spray bottles of something that the Socialites ahd hidden up by the entrance. Danielle and Tiffany Lynn grab a more or less blinded Layla and take her back to the ring while Bianca and Vanessa try to work over Leah and Jed. Danielle and Tiffany Lynn toss Layla into the ring and Danielle gets a stomp in before trying for the cover.

Layla kicks out.

Jed and Leah turn and find full beers in the first row. They each grab one and then blast Bianca and Vanessa with them. They each get handed a second one and dump it over the two blonde women’s heads cursing them to scream in outrage and disgust. Danielle and Tiffany Lynn look back from the ring to see why their sisters are screaming and start arguing with the referee about how this should not be allowed. Layla crawls up behind Danielle and rolls her up.

Danielle kicks out.

Tiffany Lynn grabs the referee and starts pointing angrily back at her two sisters while Leah and Jed knock both Bianca and Vanesa down with clotheslines. Leah and Jed come back to the ring, both looking incredulously angry. Tiffany Lynn almost starts jumping up and down at the outrage being perpetrated on her sisters. Danielle and Layla get to their feet and Danielle tries to take a hold on her. Leah and Jed get to the ring and Jed dumps a beer over Tiffany Lynn’s head. Tiffany Lynn gos crazy, screaming and flailing about. She kicks the referee in the knee and then Jed in the balls before Leah ddts her in the middle of the ring just to shut her up. Bianca and Vanessa come back to the ring and all six competitors start fighting. THE SCRS take over and Jed tosses Bianca out to the floor. He rolls Tiffany Lynn out while Leah knocks Vanessa down. Danielle tries for a flash cradle on Layla.

Layla kicks out.

Leah moves in and she and Layla hit Dead To Rights on her. Vanessa jumps on Leah’s back but Jed peels her off. He tosses her out onto Bianca on the floor. Jed gets another beer from the crowd and nods as Leah and layla hit Dead To Rights on Danielle a second time. Layla covers.

1!!!

2!!!

3!!!

~ Ding Ding Ding ~

Jed walks over and dumps the beer onto Danielle, completing the set before the SCRS raise their arms triumphantly.

Roger Arden: Here are your winners...Jed Coffey...Layla Diaz...and Leah Aguero!! The Second City Riot Squad!!!!

Nick Hanson: And that puts SCRS into the Trios Titles match at Reckoning Day III!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Things just got a lot more interesting!!!!

As SCRS celebrate in the ring, The Socialites make their retreat towards the stage, looking absolutely furious that they have another team to worry about at the PPV.

Result: Pinfall

The scene opens backstage. Abigail Lindsay and Sela-Rica Lark are in the midst of a conversation between themselves. The audio isn’t on, we can’t hear what they are discussing, suddenly, they are made aware that there is a camera focused on them. Both direct their attention to the camera. Abigail waves.

Abigail Lindsey: Let me guess, you want our reaction to the rules of engagement Gallus Mag laid out. .

Judging by Abigail's reaction, the camera man confirms that is why he’s there. Abigail shrugs.

Abigail Lindsey: Gallus Mag, imagination is not your strong suit. Sela and I are stepping into the Fight Pit? That’s your big brained idea? I’m disappointed, yet, not surprised. You two do come across like a couple of brutes who are thirsty for a fight. There is nothing wrong with that... Sela and I are all about having a good time, but you had the power to choose anything. Any-thing. With great power comes great responsibility and all that jazz. You wasted a chance to allow the four of us to live up to our true potential, alas, Fight Pit is it.

Abigail yawns out of sheer boredom.

Abigail Lindsey: Is it too much to ask not to be disappointed? Apparently it is. I won’t bemoan the point any longer. The stage is set. Reckoning Day III is two weeks away. As the clock slowly ticks until there are no rules to contain the violence that will manifest a bloody reality for the record books, know this Gallus Mag, your reputation is on the line. Lu Lu claims you two are the cure to me and Sela’s “madness.” But he also thought Cass was good enough to stop us, we can’t trust his judgement, can we? So, the onus is on you two to put a stop to us. That won’t happen. Not two weeks from now. Not ever. Spoiler, there is no cure for a force of nature. The sooner Lu Lu understand that, the better.

Sela steps forward swaying a little, looking away from the camera in an almost dream like state

Sela-Rica Lark: Once upon a time, there was this idea. It was so simple really, a trifle by comparison to the many burdens that plagued the day to day life and operations on a little show known as Collision. There were two best friends who came up with the idea to cause some chaos. Just a little bit because any deity or universal force could see that shake ups were sorely needed.

Sela's face snapped back to face the camera as her body froze from its light swaying.

Sela-Rica Lark: Now of course everyone followed in our footsteps: Kingdom, Crusade and everyone in between saw the chaos and said that looks like fun. Because of course it is, but that's not the point. We started it and everyone else wants to take credit for it now. It's annoying really. But I digress.

Sela takes in a deep breath and stands with Abigail.

Sela-Rica Lark: Gallus Mag, the only thing you have done is place yourselves in a playground. My playground if you remember. Toys scattered around the ring. Nothing but violence and pain and blood all to be shed inside the ring. You didn't give yourselves any advantage. And trying to beat us at our own game? Laughable. But you're free to whatever you like of course. You did win the challenge and now you've made your choice.

Sela's lips twitched into a sadistic grin.

Sela-Rica Lark: I'd say you chose poorly, but that wouldn't give us any credit would it? What you've chosen instead, is Playtime. Oh yes, there's going to be a lot of blood on Reckoning Day. Ours and yours. Let's have fun.

Abigail smirks.

Abigail Lindsey: Ta-ta for now.

Abigail points towards the door to let the camera man know their services are no longer required. The scene fades to black on Abigail and Sela returning to whatever conversation they were having prior to being interrupted.
The Camera fades in. Angel is standing with her back to the camera. Her long Red hair cascades down her back as the lighting seems to embrace her as her shadow seems to expand over the lockers.

Angel: “It was once said that to give up is to just die. That to allow oneself to simply stop acting in your best interest is the way to the end.” She pauses as her shoulders seem to slump a moment. “The past month I’ve hit a wall. Well, I thought I did. I got cocky, I got reckless, and I stopped putting in the work. In short I put others in front of me and focused on the wrong things.”

Angel turns and stares at the camera. Her eyes are lit by a fierceness and her body shifts as it grows surer. She stands taller and her back straightens as her inner strength starts to shine through.

Angel: “Tonight I have an opportunity. An opportunity to make a name for myself and step up into the light of the NFW. To step out of the shadows. There are four of us who will find an opportunity out there tonight. The big question will be which opportunity will present itself. There are four contracts and only one of us will walk away left in the bottom.” Angel smiles. “It doesn’t matter which title a contract holds, not to me anyways. It will be a stepping stone to make my name in NFW and become something I have longed to be, a Champion.”

Angel Turns her head slightly and smiles wickedly.

Angel: “It's only right that I stand here in the shadows talking about this. Its where I’ve been regulated but tonight the lights will shine, and I will begin what will be my ascension. I will do what I must and no matter if I fall from grace this Angel will step over any one no matter who, to receive my prize. Let’s see which championship I will get my shot at. Until then my lovelies.”

She blows a kiss to the camera as the scene fades.

MAIN EVENT/Destiny Roulette

Jonna Austin v. Ronnie Lester v. Kamila Rose v. Maki v. Angel Griffin

The match began with four briefcases hanging from posts - one on each corner. The second the bell rang, the five competitors all took a moment to survey the situation. The first one that had the idea to go for a case right away was Angel Griffin, because who wouldn’t? Unfortunately for her, instead of the rest of the bunch trying to go for a case, Kamila Rose and Maki converged on Angel’s corner and grabbed at her legs, yanking her down to the mat. The two began a rain of forearms across the woman’s back but not for long as Ronnie Lester clearly wanted to continue what went down last week and he made a beeline for Maki, if not to make things easier for Angel to get out of her predicament. Because being Wicked didn’t mean Ronnie wasn’t a nice guy at heart, right? Maki and Ronnie began to brawl, spilling out to ringside and Kamila just kept raining blows down on Angel. Jonna Austin looked like she had a mind to grab a case while everyone else was distracted but the Loveable Punk lived up to that Loveable part of her name and she moved in on Kamila, yanking her away from Angel to whip her across the ring into a corner. Jonna followed up fast with a clothesline into the corner. She had just enough time to turn and motion to Angel before the red head came sprinting across the ring and hit a flying forearm on Kamila. Jonna and Angel exchanged looks and seemed to come to an agreement. Temporary team up? Why not! They each took an arm of Kamila’s and whipped her into the opposite corner again. Angel started an Irish whip on Jonna who reversed it and sent Angel whipping towards Kamila with accelerated force and she hit Rose with another stiff flying forearm. Jonna came rushing across and hit a diving splash. Kamila flopped to the mat out of the corner and Jonna went to pick her up but Angel decided to start climbing the turnbuckle for that original case she’d been looking at. She was reaching for it when Jonna saw what she was doing and pulled her down to the mat again. Jonna threw her hands up, asking Angel what she was doing. Angel seemed to be arguing that if Jonna really wanted a case, she had 3 more to choose from. Jonna made the argument of what if she were to let Angel grab that one and it happened to have the world title shot in it? Angel stopped to consider that logic. It did make sense. That only made her want it more, though and she shoved Jonna back, causing the big woman to stumble, before scrambling up that corner for the briefcase again. This time, Jonna yanked her down and started laying in with the right hand shots in a way that would probably remind longtime fans of the sport of a certain family member that did this before her.

Outside the ring, Maki and Ronnie Lester were letting each other have it. Perhaps their hostility here was spurred on by the antics of Maki’s wife, Yukiko, earlier in the evening but Ronnie seemed to be trying to take some aggression out on her. Maki was absolutely relishing it, however, and just egged the man on to keep dishing it out. There were no countouts and no disqualifications so Referee James Greer couldn’t do much when the two started throwing closed fists and swinging weapons at one another. Eventually, Maki got the upper hand here, walloping Ronnie with a chair and telling him her wife wasn’t at fault - Leina shouldn’t have been here and Danni got in the way of Yuki and Damon. She finished up with a big chair shot that left the chair half unfolded around Ronnie’s head and let him slump to the floor before sliding into the ring. As she made it to her feet, Jonna Austin was getting to her feet, out of a Lou Thesz Press w/punch combination on Angel Griffin and saw Maki coming. She got up and went for a clothesline but Maki ducked, spun and landed a MAKIHOUSE KICK!!!! Jonna hit the mat and Maki went for a briefcase but Kamila Rose ran up the turnbuckle, wowing the audience with a big Poisonrana off the top rope, sending Maki bottoms up onto the mat with a sickening looking landing. The Cub, as she was sometimes known, saw the situation around her with everyone else down and ran to the same turnbuckle Maki had been climbing. She climbed up and fiddled with the hook on the case, finally getting it free. Shrieking triumphantly, Kamila raised her prize over her head!!

Nick Hanson: And Kamila Rose has a case!!! She may leave this match!!!!

Jim Reynolds: She must leave this match! Get that crazy outta here!!

Nick Hanson: Three cases left!!

Jim Reynolds: And four competitors, Nicky! Someone’s going home unhappy tonight!!!

Kamila rolled out of the ring, laughing wickedly as she clutched her case against her, hugging it tight. Back inside the ring, Angel Griffin got to her feet, looking around to see Maki and Jonna on the mat while Ronnie remained outside with the ring doctor checking on him while another referee came down to assist. Angel moved to another corner where a case was hanging and began climbing up for it but she got halfway up before Maki made it to her feet and hurried in, snatching her off of the turnbuckle, across her shoulders and spiked her with a Samoan Driver!!! She got up to her feet and set her eyes on the three remaining corners, appeared to make a decision and started approaching a case when all of a sudden BOOM!!!! “SECRET STRENGTH” SPEAR FROM JONNA AUSTIN!!! Austin got to her feet and pulled Maki with her, setting up for Returned Fate but Maki shoved her into the ropes. Jonna bounced off and Maki went for the Makihouse Kick again but Jonna caught the foot, spun her around and went for Returned Fate again, nailing it!! Jonna got to her feet, made a quick decision and climbed a turnbuckle, unhooking the briefcase from it!!!! Another case seized!!

Nick Hanson: Jonna Austin’s got a case now!!! Can’t wait to see what’s in it!!!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, I bet she can’t either!!!

Jonna held her case up high in the air to the cheering fans before ducking out of the ring and made her way to the back, slapping the case and holding it up the entire way. No telling which contract she’d grabbed but at least it was guaranteed to be good! Outside the ring, Ronnie Lester got the chair off of his head and sat up, blood oozing down his face and oh did the Wicked One look PISSED!!!! He pushed past the referee and doctor, carrying the chair with him as he slid into the ring. Ronnie smacked the chair against the mat a few times, waiting on Maki to get to her feet. Once she did and started to turn, Ronnie raised the chair, stepped in and started to swing but Maki gave him the juke and got out of harm’s way. Ronnie almost nailed Angel Griffin with the chair instead but for some reason, he stopped rather than just follow through with it. He turned as Maki came in for a Superkick but now it was his turn to give the slip. Angel caught Maki’s foot and spun her around. Ronnie cocked back the chair and just fucking YEETED it at Maki who ducked and the object SMACKED right into Angel Griffin, dropping her to the mat again!! Maki went for another Makihouse Kick but Ronnie caught her foot and spun her, caught her then hit a Russian Legsweep before popping up and hitting a Standing Moonsault. The Wicked One got up to his feet and looked like he was considering going for a case before he stopped and looked at Maki on the mat. Again, Ronnie looked like he was beginning to fume and rolled out of the ring where he started tossing objects in - chairs, kendo sticks, tables. He set one table up into an empty corner and picked Maki up, looking for a Lawn Dart but she slipped off of his shoulder, causing him to slide to a stop. Ronnie turned then, right into a Superkick from Maki that hit right on the jaw!! He stayed on his feet though so Maki hit him with another to the side of the head, followed by a third and final one to the jaw again to complete Superkick Party!! Ronnie dropped to a knee, wincing and trying to shake his head to clear the cobwebs. Maki hit another Superkick to put him on the mat before she turned to see Angel Griffin running and hitting a cartwheel backflip right at her. Before Maki could react, Angel caught her, they spun around and ANGEL’S GRACE THROUGH THE TABLE!!!!!! Maki laid in a heap, slumped half over Ronnie where he was laying while Angel Griffin sat up with a hand on the back of her head, having taken some of that table spot herself. She saw her opportunity, though and stumbled over to one of the two corners still with a case hanging from it. She climbed up and fiddled with the clasp, finally getting the case off and fell back to the mat with a look of disbelief on her face. She got one! She actually got one!

Jim Reynolds: Give it up for the hot redhead!! She done good!!

Nick Hanson: She said she was walking out of here with one of those cases and by god, she meant it!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: One case left…

Nick Hanson: And look who the final two are, Jim!!!

Jim Reynolds: Ohhhhhh maaaaan!!!!

Angel rolled out of the ring, showing the case to the approving crowd. Back in the ring, Ronnie Lester and Maki were both beginning to stir. Maki made it up first, just barely and decided to just go for the last case available but Ronnie Lester reached out and grabbed her by the boot. Maki looked down with an audible “OI!!!” as she tried to pull her foot free from Ronnie’s hands but he had an iron grip and began pulling himself up, using her boots and gear as something to grab onto. Maki shook her head and began throwing shots down across his bloodied forehead until she was able to get him loose enough to start throwing Muay Thai knees to the head and chest. Finally, Ronnie dropped again but wasn’t completely out. He seemed out enough for Maki, however, as she turned and started crossing the ring for that last case. She made it to the turnbuckle and set her foot on the bottom to start the climb when the PA system suddenly came alive with “The Netherworld Circus” by Verse 13. Maki stopped, immediately in her tracks and her head whipped around towards the stage. Dancing out through one of the tunnels, The Ringmistress came skipping out in her tuxedo outfit.

Jim Reynolds: Now what in the fuck is this?! What’s she doing out here?!

Nick Hanson: She ain’t alone, Jim! Look!

Jim Reynolds: Ah shit! Clowns!!!

Yes, sure enough, coming out of both tunnels, individuals in creepy clown masks and black body suits came out. Maki stepped towards the ropes, narrowing her eyes and turning her head a bit, anticipating something just as the clowns parted to reveal a figure in a top hat and a black trench coat. The figure turned, and of course, as viewers could have expected…

Nick Hanson: And there he is!!!

Jim Reynolds: We haven’t seen him since Ascension, Nicky, but he’s been up in Maki’s head lately!!! I was wondering when he was gonna reappear!!!

Nick Hanson: The Ringmaster!!! Is!!!! Here!!!

Ringmistress jumped up and down, clapping her hands like an excited fan as the Ringmaster took a bow, removing his hat. He lifted his head and gave Maki the coldest smile most had probably ever seen. Maki stepped back from the ropes, completely focused on her would be tormentor now, motioning for him to bring his ass down to the ring. She didn’t hear the crowd under the music as another familiar, painted face slipped under the ropes and stood behind Maki, a good head taller.

Jim Reynolds: What the hell?! It’s that freaky fucker again!!!!

Nick Hanson: It’s Mr. Gigglesworth!!!!

The menacing clown, which had become known more or less as Ringmaster’s top minion, spun Maki around and rocked her with a headbutt. He whipped her off of the ropes and took her down with a popup Powerbomb that flattened her across the mat. Meanwhile, Ronnie Lester had come to and looked tentatively at the scene before him. Was this clown going to attack him too? Ronnie climbed to his feet but Mr. Gigglesworth stayed in a prone position like a curious predator, just grinning at the man. He seemed to look at The Ringmaster for instructions and the leader of the Chaos Circus just shook his head with an amused smirk. This left Ronnie Lester open to seize the opportunity - as much as his face gave away that he hated to do it this way - and the Wicked One climbed the turnbuckle, unhooking the final case, prompting the end of the match.

Nick Hanson: And there you have it! Ronnie Lester grabs the last case!!!

Jim Reynolds: I knew he was an opportunist!!!

Nick Hanson: Oh, c’mon now!!!

Ronnie left the ring, carrying his case and looked to where the Chaos Circus had formed up on the stage. The Wicked One opted to leave through the crowd, receiving pats on the back and encouragement by the fans. This left Mr. Gigglesworth in the ring, finally rising to his feet and turning to acknowledge his master who was now making his way down to the ring with the Ringmistress skipping along beside him.

Nick Hanson: Ohhhhhhh no, this doesn’t look good for Maki!! She’s all by herself now!!

Jim Reynolds: Where’s Yukiko at?!

Before another word could be said, the lights in the arena went out, amping the crowd up with anticipation and curiosity. When the lights came back on, they did so with a red hue and the crowd went nuts as, standing behind Mr. Gigglesworth, Maki was on her feet! Wait...was it...Maki….or? The woman stood in a trance-like state with her head down, shrouding her face under her hair. The Ringmaster and The Ringmistress stopped in their tracks on the walkway as the woman slowly lifted her head to reveal the painted face of Maki’s Guardian Demon - the Demoness, Daniela!!!! Mr. Gigglesworth seemed to feel the presence behind him and so he slowly turned, finding himself in a staredown with the black eyed woman. As soon as he lunged for her, Daniela spun and BOOM!!! MAKIHOUSE KICK!!! Mr. Gigglesworth staggered, buckling forward right into her arms where she set up aaaaaaaand….

Nick Hanson: DRAG ME TO HELL!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: You see the fucking power she packed behind that?!?!?

Nick Hanson: Giggles looked like a flag pole stamped in the dirt for a couple seconds there!!!!

Jim Reynolds: What the hell is going on here, Nicky?!

Nick Hanson: I don’t know, Jim! Seems like the closer we get to Reckoning Day, the wilder things get!!! We’ll have to see what next week has in store for us!!!! So long everybody!!!!

The Ringmaster and Ringmistress stood back at ringside, suddenly unsure of how to approach now as “Daniela” sat, prone on her hands, over the unconscious form of Mr. Gigglesworth. She watched them both with those black eyes and appeared to snarl at them as a black fluid oozed out of her mouth and across Gigglesworth’s face as the credits began to roll across the bottom of the screen and the show faded to an end….