NFW Collision #101 - 05/22/2021!

Nick Hanson: Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Hello and welcome to Tuesday Night Collision!!

Jim Reynolds: Episode 101!! It’s time to witness a wrestling clinic!!! Ding ding, school’s in, motherfuckers!!!!

Nick Hanson: We are seven days away from Reckoning Day III and man is that show gonna be stacked. Things have heated up between the competitors. Tonight’s all about getting everyone’s heads straight before go-time!!

Jim Reynolds: So they say! I think things are just gonna heat up a little more and Reckoning Day’s gonna be WILD!!!!!

Nick Hanson: I won’t doubt the wildness of it. We’ve got some final details to put into play here, tonight. Let’s not waste any time but first, our opening match! We’re about to see a multi-time world champion in action, folks!!!!

Match #1/Singles Match

Crystal Zdunich vs Trina Tanaka

~DING DING DING~

The evenly sized women circle, lock up, and reach a bit of a stalemate. They break off, circle, and again lock up. A bit of jockeying for position, Crystal has the arm of Trina, but the young Japanese upstart pulls away. Another lock up and now Trina gets the arm wrench on Crystal. Trina has the arm wrenched and then she doesn’t as Crystal quickly counters. Crystal has the arm wrench on tight and wrenches once more before she takes Trina towards the ropes, hops to the middle, then the top and boom springboard flying arm drag. Trina is a little rattled and gets, even more, shook when she takes an enziguri followed up by a tilt-a-whirl arm drag. Trina is all kinds of disoriented when she gets planted with a tilt-a-whirl DDT. Crystal makes the cover and gets a close 2 count. Crystal pulls Trina up, but no, she's sent to her back courtesy of a Japanese arm drag. Trina hits a few quick chops to the chest of Crystal, then whips her across the ropes. Trina takes Crystal down with a spinning wheel kick. Trina covers, but only gets a 1 count. Crystal sidesteps a dropkick, then hits a quick rolling snapmare. Crystal is to her feet, hits the ropes, and floors Trina with a dropkick. Crystal is rolling now and the crowd is getting behind her as she connects with her signature Smell The Roses, crashing down onto Trina right in the middle of the ring. Crystal makes the cover

ONE…

TWO...

THRE- KICK OUT!

Crystal is a bit surprised but notes she didn’t hook the leg. Crystal pulls Trina up looking to go ahead and end it, but a quick series of palm strikes has her rocked and an enziguri sends her reeling. Those seemed like desperation strikes from Trina as she only gets back to a knee and works to catch her breath. With Crystal in the corner, Trina runs in with a massive dropkick, but Crystal slips out between the ropes and Trina lands hard. Trina stumbles up to her feet and turns around just in time for Crystal to connect with a hurricanrana off the top rope. Crystal quickly hauls Trina up and plants her with the Rock & Roll DDT. Crystal covers and makes sure to hook the leg.

ONE…

TWO...

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Your winner as a result of a pin fall… CRYSTAL ZDUNICH!

Nick Hanson: Crystal Zdunich picking up the win here in her Collision debut. Trina Tanaka gave her a good fight, but the quick-footed and witted Crystal was able to counter and dodge a lot of her offense.

Jim Reynolds: I really think this time, Trina might need some mouth to mouth. I’m certified, it will be real quick, oh uhm, no she’s up. Barely after that devastating move from Crystal… I’m not even gonna try to pronounce her last name.

As Trina slowly gets to her feet, Crystal offers a hand to her fallen opponent. Trina accepts stands and they two shake hands before Tanaka leaves to let Crystal enjoy her first of what she hopes will be many wins. Crystal hops up to the second rope and cheers, then blows a few kisses to the crowd.

Result: Pin Fall

Vanessa Page walks into the Socialites locker room as Bianca and Danielle are stretching and warming up for their match against K.I.S.S.

Vanessa Page: Looking sharp, ladies.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: When don’t we look sharp,V?

Vanessa Page: Excellent point.

“Classy” Bianca Page: And tonight two thirds of the Trios champions that we are the superior team in every aspect of not only wrestling but life in general.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: And I cannot wait till we are each holding those pretty Trios title belts in our hands.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page walks into the locker room.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Have I mentioned lately how much I hate that conspirator, Luther Calloway?

“Classy” Bianca Page: Not in the last ten minutes but to be fair we haven’t seen you in that time. So I am guessing you might have cursed his name fifty thousand times in those ten minutes.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Since you want to be sarcastic, Bianca, let the record show that I hate that conspirator, Luther Calloway. He is doing everything he can to prevent the three of you from becoming Trios champions.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Noted.

Vanessa Page: Don’t tell me he has done something else.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: He better not have.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Stop worrying about him for now, Tiff. We are going to put the champs on notice tonight and put them in their place as inferior to us.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Damn right that is going to happen tonight. Not even Luther will be able to deny that we are the better team.

K.I.S.S. vs The Socialites

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Ashley Kenyon and Danielle Page start off for their respective teams. The two competitors shuffle around each other, before locking up in the middle of the ring. At first the two seem evenly matched, but Kenyon slips a leg behind Page’s and shoves her to the mat! Danielle looks up at her opponent in disgust, as Ashley meets her gaze with a cocky demeanor. Danielle makes it to her feet, and the two lock up again. This time, though, Danielle gets the upper hand, pushing Ashley into her corner. The two are tightly locked against the turnbuckle as Vanessa taps her sister’s back to tag herself in.

Ashley starts to gain control, pushing herself out of the corner slowly. But Vanessa enters the ring and supplies a kick to the midsection to keep the advantage on her side. Ashley is sent reeling out of the corner, but before she can straighten her bearings, Vanessa runs in with a huge dropkick to Kenyon’s back. Ashley’s sent crashing into the turnbuckle in her corner! The pad provides a heavy blow to the chest of Kenyon! Bethany decides that she’s seen enough, and tags herself into the fray. Ashley slumps to the mat and rolls out of the ring.

Bethany Kenyon and Vanessa Page come face to face. The two trash talk one another, and you can tell things are getting heated. Vanessa pretends to start backing off, but lands a cheap shot across the jaw of Bethany. The two start to trade quick blows before Page pushes Kenyon away to get some room to breathe. She starts to make her way back to Bethany, but gets met with Spin Kick! Vanessa’s down, but the Trios Champion isn’t done yet! She sets up for The Kiss Off. Page starts stumbling to her feet, tugging on the pants of referee El Aguaicil for leverage. Bethany goes for the finisher, but Vanessa pulls the referee fully in her way! Aguaicil takes the brunt of the damage. Shocked by what she had just done, Bethany looks down at the fallen referee before turning around to a waiting Vanessa Page, who gets her with a kick to the gut followed by an axe kick!

We pan over to ringside, where Bianca is making her way to the timekeeper’s area. Jeszika Gautier scrambles over, eager to see what she’s going for, but takes a shot from one of Trios Championship Belts for her trouble! Jeszika’s down at ringside! Bianca grabs a second Trios Belt and makes her way to the ring, nonchalantly handing Danielle both belts on the apron. El Alguacil is still down, giving The Socialites ample time to make their attack. Danielle enters the ring and hands Vanessa a belt. They’re stalking Bethany Kenyon now, waiting for her to make it to her feet.

They lift the titles high in the air, but they’re snatched from two’s grasp! The camera pans over to the title-snatchers and it’s...The Second City Riot Squad!! The Page Sisters are in shock! Danielle makes the first move, attempting to throw a clothesline to Leah Aguero, but she ducks it before handing Vanessa a few shots to keep her at bay! Danielle stumbles into the waiting arms of Layla Diaz! CT-KNEE TO PAGE! Danielle rolls out of the ring. Bianca tries to make her way up the ring apron to make the save, but is stopped by a shoulder tackle from out of nowhere by Jed Coffey.

Vanessa is left in shock, realizing she’s now alone and backing away from Aguero and Diaz. The pair don’t attack, however. Instead they point behind her and roll out of the ring, just in time for a recovered Bethany to grab her into a headlock. Ashley slides into the ring and runs the ropes. KISS YOUR ASS GOODBYE! El Alguacil is up as Bethany covers.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, by pinfall!! Ashley and Bethany Kenyon...KISS!!!!

Nick Hanson: Well things just heated up a bit for the Trios Three Way Championship Match at Reckoning Day!!

Jim Reynolds: Seems like the teams don’t wanna wait for the supershow, Nicky!!!!

Nick Hanson: You might be right, Jim!!

As K.I.S.S. celebrated in the ring with Jeszika Gautier, collectively known as Arsenal, the Socialites stood fuming outside the ring, shouting accusations at the Second City Riot Squad as they retreated through the crowd but relished in what they had wrought. They stood on the steps, shouting back about seven days until they dealt with the entirety of both other teams. Jed Coffey and Layla Diaz were all about their Shmucks Up, Shmucks Down and Knees & Cuttas phrases while Leah Aguero stared daggers at their opponents next week and pointed a gun finger at them.

Result: Pinfall

After yet another amazing match, and after hearing from members of the roster throughout the night, the scene faded in on Lluvia Cane and Jamie Austin already in their gear, ready to go against The Beautification Movement. The two women were quietly talking amongst themselves when a lone camera guy came up to them, wanting to give them some time on the air before their match. The two copied each other’s movements and placed a hand on their hips as they waited to get started which only took a few moments.

Lluvia Cane: Tonight Jamie and I face off against The Beautification Movement, Cayla Phoenix and Juliana Mendoza. Seriously though, ladies? The Beautification Movement? Where are Luthor and Brody finding these women?

Jamie Austin: That’s what I’d like to know myself. They look like they belong on a porn set, not in a wrestling ring. I mean come on, have you seen their team picture?!

Lluvia Cane: Right? No sane woman would ever have her damn boobs and ass out in the fucking snow like that! Or be dressed in something so skimpy unless there was a dick off to the side waiting to ‘warm them up’ like they’re probably so used to. Maybe they should stick to the set instead of being in a ring, right Jamie?

The shorter of the Austin twins nodded with a smirk on her face, holding back a laugh as the two women stood there with a hand still on their respective hips.

Jamie Austin: I mean, I do give Cayla Phoenix some credit, she seems decent in the ring. I’ve seen her and Juliana both in the ring when I was managing Jonna in WWR. I guess Juliana does decently in the ring too, but even someone like me, a rookie, could wrestle circles around her if I really wanted to.

Lluvia Cane: Jamie, honey, my kids could wrestle circles around them, and they’re still in the beginning of their training with Morgan. And if they can then you know damn well that we can as well...multiple times over. That is to say, if Rayola doesn’t stick that ugly nose where it doesn’t belong.

Jamie Austin: If she knows what’s good for her, she won’t dare to get involved. Unless she wants to make Reckoning Day that much worse for herself, that is. I mean, it’s already going to be bad for her, but if she wants to give me a reason to go harder than I’m already going to then that’s on her.

Lluvia nodded as she listened to the other woman. Now Lluv wasn’t one to let interference slide when it came to her matches, but she also wasn’t one to get involved in another person’s business either. The more experienced of the two looked at the camera for a moment, not saying anything as she contemplated her next words carefully.

Lluvia Cane: Rayola Davine-Filmore business aside, tonight is strictly about Cayla and Juliana. Ladies, I hope you’re ready for tonight…

Jamie Austin: Because you’re going to realize exactly why The Kingdom was, and still are, the top bitches around here. We hope you’re ready to…

The Queen’s Guard: Behold The Kingdom!

The women smirked as they blew a kiss towards the camera simultaneously before turning on their heels and walking away.
We cut backstage to the interview set. Josh Davidson is standing by with a microphone.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time...Kai Morgan…

Kai enters the frame, turning his nose up to Davidson before reluctantly tilting his head to face him.

Kai Morgan: Alright, Davidson. You got me for another one of your lame interview segments. This better be worth my time.

Josh Davidson: Kai, last week you weren’t booked to compete. Yet you decided to be in attendance at the Collision Center anyway, trading verbal barbs with the debuting Tommy Janes. Can you give us any insight on why you did what you did last week?

Kai Morgan: I’m sorry...aren’t you a “broadcast journalist”? Do you even watch the show that you report on? I said it last week and I’ll say it again, Tommy Janes came to that ring and told all of New Frontier’s fans that he was the “Best Damned Thing”. That right there...is a lie. Plain and simple...and as a man of the people, I decided to come out and debunk that lie, so that the people can at least be left with a man they can trust. I’ll give it to ya straight Davie: As long as the L-B-I-C is in N-F-Dub, the title of “Best Damned Thing” doesn’t belong to anybody else...and Tommy, along with these fans, should be thanking me for setting him straight.

Josh Davidson: Well speaking of the fans, we’ve been hearing a lot of rumblings on social media. NFW’s fans seem to think that you may be perhaps jealous or, dare I say, intimated by the presence of someone like Tommy Janes on the Collision roster. Care to elaborate on that?

Kai’s facial expression slips into one of deep anger. He starts to utter his next words with a quiet intensity.

Kai Morgan: Mark my words, Davidson. If anybody out there thinks that I’m afraid of a reject like Janes, they can come say it to my face and get laid out, just like he can. And if YOU even so much as insinuate again that I’m jealous of a guy who can’t even tie a $300 pair of shoes, I swear to God, I’ll--

Tommy Janes: You'll what?

Janes walks into the set, pushing his $500 sunglasses up onto his forehead before adjusting his jacket. He reaches around Kai, shaking hands with Josh with a wink.

Tommy Janes: Sorry for the interruption Joshy Boi. Like I was saying though.

The Bastard Prince goes chest to chest with Kai.

Tommy Janes: You'll what? Run your mouth? Talk about how you're better than me? You know what you're better than me at?

Tommy slips out of his suit jacket, tossing it onto Josh's stool. He rolls up the sleeves of his shirt with a smirk.

Tommy Janes: Catching hands.

Janes throws a forearm, but Kai is prepared. He throws up his hands, blocking the attack and slapping Tommy's arm away. He retaliates with a forearm of his own, but Janes ducks it. Josh backs away from the scuffle as the two men square up. Kai makes the first move, looking for a stiff right jab, but Tommy hops back before coming in with a superkick. Kai hits the deck, scrambling backwards as Janes attempts to pursue before security gets between the two men, forcibly pulling them away from each other as we cut away.

Match #3/Genesis Championship

Ollie Linkoln vs Dona Rotten ©

With every Genesis Championship match, there’s a fifteen minute time limit. The challenger must work fast because if time runs down? The champion automatically retains. Of course, that’s not Dona Rotten’s style. She’s going to end the match under her own power if she can. Ollie Linkoln is quite an eccentric opponent, however, and he’s ready to go.

The bell rings and the match begins with a contest of brawler (Dona Rotten) versus striker (Ollie Linkoln). With every punch Dona throws, Ollie retaliates with a kick. The two of them are chaining together attacks in the middle of the ring, the fans cheering them on. In time, Ollie starts landing feverish kicks to Dona and catches her with a backflip kick right under her chin. Dona falls onto the mat and Ollie’s quick to cover her, but she kicks out before two. Both of them get to their feet and Dona surprises Ollie with a rolling sobat kick. She follows through with a standing knee drop across his chest and goes for the cover, but Ollie kicks out before two as well. The moment they’re up on their feet, Ollie seizes Dona with a hurricanrana and hooks her legs for a quick pin, but she kicks out before two again.

Once more, they’re back on their feet, and the fans applaude their display. After a quick breather, Rotten and Linkoln are back at it, rights, lefts, and swift kicks all in a flurry. Rotten catches Linkoln off guard with a short-arm lariat. She backs up and waits for Linkoln to get back up, and when he does, she drops him back onto the mat with a running forearm smash. Rotten goes for the cover, but Linkoln kicks out right at two. Getting back up, Rotten attempts to plant Linkoln with a DDT, but he blocks the move and retaliates with a spinning crescent kick. Once Rotten’s down, Linkoln steps out onto the ring apron and grabs hold of the top rope. He launches himself off the top rope and hits the “Combination Pizza Hut and Taco Bell” (Slingshot Somersault Senton, rolled through into a standing position and followed by a Standing Moonsault)! He goes for the cover, hooks the leg, but Rotten kicks out!

After a time, seven minutes have elapsed. Ollie’s on the offense, attacking Dona with lightning kicks and evading counters with flippy flips. The crowd’s enjoying his antics, while his fascinating manager Rocky is making noises of approval from the commentary table? Let’s go with that. All the dips, dives, and dodges Ollie uses to get away from Dona’s retaliation, she’s getting a little frustrated. Ollie then comes in for an attack, but Dona finally catches him and brings him down onto the mat with her “Chainsaw Kick” (Inverted Shining Wizard)! She covers and hooks his leg, but Ollie kicks out just as well! The fans are teetering when Rotton takes control of the match, beating down on Linkoln with an array of rights and lefts. She gets a little too aggressive and begins to assault him with closed-fist punches. Tanaka notes this and warns her for the illegality. With a growl, she argues with the referee for a moment, absently giving Linkoln some breathing time. With less than five minutes to go, Rotten dismisses Tanaka and then tries to seize Linkoln in a half-Nelson submission hold, but he manages to break away. He then swiftly kicks her in the midsection and delivers “Planes, Trains, and Plantains” (Leapfrog Famouser)! Rotten is down, but Linkoln doesn’t go for the cover -- not yet anyway.

The fans rally behind Linkoln as he begins to ascend one of the corners of the ring. While he balances himself for the “Ollie-Go-Round”, there’s some stirring and booing among the crowd. Matt Shields emerges from the masses, armed with his kendo stick, and this captures Linkoln’s attention. Linkoln glares at Shields who’s pointing the end of the weapon up at him. This proves to be a worthy distraction because Rotten is back on her feet, and just when Linkoln turns to face her, she spews his face with “Venomous Mist” (Green Mist) and inflicts blinding pain! Linkoln is writhing! The fans are booing! Shields laughs and backs up, while Rotten grabs hold of Linkoln and brings him down onto the mat with a modified aerial version of “Punk-Plex” (Release Half-Nelson Suplex)! Rotten covers Linkoln and receives the three-count from Tanaka.



Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match… and STILL the NFW Genesis Champion, DONA ROTTEN!

Nick Hanson: Oh, that’s b--

Jim Reynolds: BRILLIANT! Dona retains and Ollie goes home with nothing! Haha!

Nick Hanson: What I don’t understand is why would Shields prevent Linkoln from winning the Genesis championship? They’re set to face each other at Reckoning Day. The title would’ve been on the line!

Jim Reynolds: You don’t remember, Nicky? Shields doesn’t give a fuck about the gold! He just wants to humiliate, scare, and agonize as many people as he can. He’s not going to give Ollie the satisfaction of a championship!


After Dona leaves to celebrate her retaining of the Genesis Championship, Matt enters the ring -- much to the dismay of Hiroki who sees the kendo stick and tactically retreats. There’s a mixture of reactions from the fans, boos for the way the match ended, boos for Matt stalking Ollie, and… some cheers? But that’s because Ami Fitzsimmons is running down the ramp! Rocky sees what’s going on and he seems to dash into the ring at the same time Ami is in. Ami stands at the front with Rocky just behind her, the two of them covering Ollie who’s stirring.

Nick Hanson: Mrs. Fitzsimmons, that’s not a good place to be in!

Jim Reynolds: Look, I’m a Shields fan, but unless she attacks him first, he really doesn’t have to hit her...

Matt smirks and uses his kendo stick as a makeshift cane, leaning against it and leering at Ami. Repulsed, Ami still stands her ground to keep him away from her husband. The two of them exchange words before Matt leans back and raises the kendo stick.

Nick Hanson: Don’t do it, Shields!

Jim Reynolds: C’mon dude, this isn’t the way to go!

Instinctively, Ami flinches and lifts her arms up to brace herself. However, the kendo stick is never swung. Matt keeps it rested along his shoulder with a chuckle. The fans are astounded. Matt leaves the ring with a cackle and makes his way up the ramp. Cleared of some of the green mist, Ollie’s barely able to see all of this and he glowers. Ami, Rocky, and Hikori tend to Ollie as “Faith” by Ghost resonates from the PA system.

Nick Hanson: Oh, thank God...

Jim Reynolds: Was that a mind game? Is this a part of Shields’ scheme? How is Linkoln gonna respond? We’ll find out on Reckoning Day!

Nick Hanson: But until then, Collision 101 goes on!
Backstage, Etsuko is in the process of putting on her final preparations for her coming match with The Ringmaster. It's not taping up her wrists or lacing her boots, it's staring at a framed poster along the hall. Though she doesn't seem to be focused on the poster itself, at least not with the way she's staring at it. It's almost as if she's more focused on the reflection the glass gives instead. Like she's in a deep state of mental preparedness. A perfect time for Anya.

Pet: You know what I am?

She asks no one before pressing her back against the wall and crossing her arms just underneath her bust pushing it a little upward. The flow of her red hair seems enough to snap Etsuko from her trance as she blinks a couple times and looks at Pet confused. Not because of the question but moreso on why she's even there. But it's obvious why she is. Etsuko probably hasn't noticed her for a couple minutes.

Pet: I'm a black hole. It's amazing that by now people are still not getting it. They come in contact with me and I make them disappear. I'm left to become the one thing for people to marvel over. Sure, eventually they'll figure it out but for now...I'm still an anomaly to them.

The Irishwoman glances over to Etsuko with her shimmering emerald like eyes sizing her charge up and down.

Pet: Oh, don't give me that look. We both knew this was going to happen. Call it fear, call it shame, but I bring out the absolute worst in these people that they don't want to admit to having.

Etsuko lets out a deep breath bringing Pet from the wall and in the womans face.

Pet: I'm sooooo sorry you seem to disagree. Look, you have the undefeated streak here, you have being Asian and thus the world at your feet. What have I got? Strip away my looks, my thousands of followers, millions of fans, vast income from your actions, a fleet of former and pending wives, and enough secrets to bring down an empire...you just have me. Is all of that I am suddenly no longer good enough for you? Am I suddenly a problem to you? Well I'm sorry I'm giving you the chance. I'm sorry I chose you above everyone else who wanted me by their side.

Pet turns away from Etsuko only to look back over her shoulder a few moments later. Etsuko is still just staring at her.

Pet: I'll have you know Damon Cross personally left fifteen messages in my inbox just begging and pleading for my representation.

Etsuko doesn't seem to react much to the name or it's again what Pet is saying.

Pet: I don't know who he or she is either, just saw their name plastered around here. It doesn't matter, all I'm saying is I chose you and all I want in return is a little respect. You still agree to that, right?

Etsuko continues to stare at her, studying her like the black hole enigma she claims to be. Pet ultimately sighs muttering “right” and makes an exaggerated gesture of nodding her head. Seeing this, Etsuko slowly nods her own head as Pet grins ear to ear.

Pet: There, see? Still the greatest team out there. Let's eclipse another soul.

She...doesn't know how a black hole works, does she?
The audience is abuzz over the show when the opening chords of Halestorm's "I Like It Heavy" starts to play. Abigail Lindsey and Sela-Rica Lark walk out from behind the curtain, both dragging a couple trash cans with them. The cans are filled with various weapons and other implements. There's little fanfare as the audience is visibly confused but already not liking the intentions of the two sociopaths of Collision. Sela winks at Abigail and Abigail returns a little giggle. Both women heave their cans into the ring, the cans unceremoniously spilling contents all over. They both climb in the ring and get mics. Sela also retrieves her signature spiked bat. Abigail has a steel chain in her hand.

Sela-Rica Lark: As promised, we deliver. They call it a Fight Pit. But as you can see, I call it a playground. Gallus Mag, it's time to play.

Abigail Lindsey: How good it’s going to feel to see the look on Lu Lu's face knowing his chosen failed.

Sela-Rica Lark: And when they fail, no one will question the destruction that follows. So, shall we begin?

Suddenly “Apocalypse Now” by Cro-Mags blasts out of the PA system and Gallus Mag, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire walk out onto the stage. Bruiser with a microphone in her right hand and a pair of brass knuckles on her left while Psycho holds a microphone in her left hand with her shillelagh Blackie, in her right hand.

Nick Hanson: Oh boy, Jim! We may not have to wait until Reckoning Day III to see these two teams throw down!

Jim Reynolds: These four women are gonna kill each other right here right now!

Bruiser and Psycho glance at their weapon of choice briefly as “Apocalypse Now” fades out.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Ya’ll really sure ya wanna do this now, lasses?

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye? Ye gammy feckin’ bastards, ye raelly bae wantin’ tae do this?

Bruiser and Psycho share a quick glance and then shrug.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Well then let’s fuckin’ go!

Sela-Rica Lark: Just so long as you remember who asked for it.

All four drop their mics and charge. Sela swings for the fences first at Becca while Saoirse and Abigail collide and fall out of the ring rolling around. Sela's swing has gone wide and allowed Bruiser to get in a few lucky shots at Sela's gut. Unfortunately, Sela seems more amused than winded when she finally recovers. Becca is slightly taken aback but the two clash in the ring again this time with the barbs of Sela's bat biting into Bruiser's chest just below her thorax. Becca writhes as Sela drives home, but Becca refuses to budge.

Outside the ring Abigail and Saoirse thrash at each other's throats. They manage to break and stand. Abigail uses the range of her chain to her advantage, lashing at Saoirse mercilessly. To her credit Saoirse is dodging or fending off the brunt of the attack. At one point, the chain wraps around the shillelagh and Psycho catches it. In a tug of war now, Abigail tries to pull back as Saoirse drags her closer, but Abigail smirks when she gets close. Saoirse notices a second too late and gets a DDT for her trouble. Saoirse manages to roll away before Abigail can capitalize but had to drop her weapon in the melee.

Nick Hanson: Abigail and Sela have Gallus Mag cornered!

Jim Reynolds: It's what they asked for, just like Sela said!

Nick Hanson: And regardless of who blinks first, this isn't going to end well.

Abigail cackles and lashes again. Saoirse ducks and rolls recovering the shillelagh and knocking Abigail upside the head. In the ring, Sela finally breaks from her wounded target and swings again. Becca brings her brass knuckles up and swats the bat away, against the spikes causing her knuckles to bleed as well. With her other hand she delivers a swift jab to Sela's jaw which sends her reeling, but a ring on her temple with Bruiser's brass knuckles gets Sela loopy. Gallus Mag both approach their targets when the lights begin to flicker. Gallus Mag stop in their tracks and when they flicker again, even Abigail and Sela notice. Suddenly the lights cut out.

Nick Hanson: What? What the hell...

Jim Reynolds: Hey! What do people think this place is? Trauma?

Nick Hanson: I can't see a damn thing. Somebody get this fixed. What's going on?

The cameras manage to catch, with the minimal light available, scuffles both outside and in the ring. It's impossible to tell at first who is gaining the advantage until the lights come back on a couple minutes later…

To Sela standing over Becca with freshly drawn blood on the barbs and Abigail with the chain around Saiorse's neck. Abigail looks to be in an absolute fury but relents after a moment. Saoirse collapses and we can also see now Abigail's nose has been bloodied. Sela is also beginning to show bruising around her lip, abdomen and thighs indicating Gallus Mag got several good shots in before going down even with the odd events. Sela's hair hangs partially in front of her obscuring her face but not the sadistic grin underneath. The camera by Becca shows that her face was struck but she is breathing steadily as is Saoirse.

Nick Hanson: This is… sickening. These two are remorseless.

Sela giggles and falls next to Bruiser giving her an almost tender kiss to the back of her skull. Abigail sits next to Saoirse in an almost contemplative manner. Both Abigail and Sela silently revel for a moment before the scene cuts.
To the “office” of Matt Shields, we go with the crazy lunatic bastard even setting up a desk and two oversized black office chairs for himself and his lawyer who appears to be finalizing all the finer points of the contract so everything will be official.

Matt Shields: Howdy there fuckos. I promised you entertainment and what could be more entertaining than talking about contracts? Isn’t that why everyone loves the Star Wars prequels? The talking and the politics and blah blah blah?

He just starts laughing before he kicks his feet up on the desk, grabs a bright yellow can with a lucha libre mask and the words EL SUPER BEE De Saison, He cracks it open, takes a sip, and relaxes.

Matt Shields: Naw, I’m not gonna bore you with all the technical jargon that basically says me and Oliver Twist can do whatever it takes to beat the other come to Reckoning Day. What you all want to know though, is what’s this match we’re having? Lessons In Death Match Wrestling. Oliver is probably thinking, and some of you might be as well that he doesn’t need those. He’s got all that backyard bullshit experience. He set his own kick pad on fire. Whoopty fucking doo Oliver. Reckoning Day, you’re going to learn it’s not about the flashy stuff. It’s about how much you can make the other person suffer. You think because you dipped a toe into this world and then walked away, you actually understand what will happen. Oliver is in for a very rough night at Reckoning Day and I am going to tell you all why you ready boys and girls?

He enthusiastically nods, his head opens his mouth, and then raises his middle finger.

Matt Shields: Well too fucking bad, I’m thirsty.

He then chugs his entire beer, grabs another, and takes a large gulp, just sitting there wasting time. He sets the beer down and then proceeds to let out a prolonged belch.

Matt Shields: Sorry about that fuckos. Now though, time to tell all you tiny brain plebeians just what a Lessons In Deathmatch Wrestling, match really is. Pretty simple really. We start with trash cans filled with kendo sticks, a few small pipes, maybe a two by four or a baseball bat, another corner we got a wheelbarrow that’s got road signs and cookie sheets, the other corner we’ve got a table, a few chairs lying around the ring, and a single barbed wire bat somewhere under the ring. There will also be three large metal boxes right in the middle of the barricade. Those boxes will open at the five, ten, and twenty minute marks, if Oliver can last that long. What about fifteen minutes though? Something special for that one kiddies. Box one, we ramp stuff up a little, a couple of barbed wire wrapped chairs, maybe a kendo stick with a little glass on it, a couple of light tubes some thumbtacks. Yea, we start to bring in the fun stuff. If we make it to ten minutes, second box, more of the stuff from before, plus a mousetrap board attached to the lid, light tube bundles, and a big ass spool of barbed wire. Fifteen minutes, if you can last that long Oliver, every corner section of the barricade will have a protective cover removed and the exploding barbed wire boards become active. Told you all I had something fun in store.

He takes another large gulp of his beer as he looks very satisfied with himself.

Matt Shields: Twenty minutes in though. The final box, last ditch effort, ultimate weapons. Oliver, I really hope you make it to this. I do not expect, but if you can make it to twenty minutes in, if you can drag your bloody battered body up, that final box has something special for you, for me, and the stupid fuck fans. I am really going to enjoy teaching you these lessons, Oliver. We’ll just see if they sink in or if you fail miserably.

Shields chugs down the rest of his beer, then tosses it towards the camera as we cut.

Match #4/Singles Match

The Ringmaster vs Etsuko Mitsuzaka

The bell sounds and almost immediately, Ringmistress is up on the apron, yelling at Etsuko and taunting her. This grabs the woman’s attention and as she’s distracted, Ringmaster comes from behind and delivers a stiff elbow strike to the back of the head that drops Etsuko to a knee. Ringmistress giggles as she falls backwards, right into the arms of Mr. Gigglesworth who carries her around the ring, her feet kicking with glee. Ringmaster picks Etsuko up to her feet and holds onto her wrist. He pulls her in and delivers a ripcord elbow strike that once again drops Etsuko and he goes for an immediate cover, only to manage a two count. Ringmaster picks his opponent back up and this time, sends her into the corner. He charges in for a corner splash, but Etsuko is able to roll out of the way. Etsuko stumbles out and as Ringmaster turns around, he’s met with a leg sweep that drops him to the mat. She climbs to the second rope and delivers a senton before going for a cover of her own, only getting a two count.

Etsuko climbs to the top rope and waits for Ringmaster to get to his feet. As he does, she leaps and delivers a tornado DDT on him and it forces him to roll out of the ring. Etsuko once again climbs to the top rope and as Mr. Gigglesworth helps Ringmaster get to his feet, she launches herself and takes both of them down with a crossbody. Etsuko gets to her feet as the Ringmistress is yelling at her. Etsuko looks at the woman and chases after her. Ringmistress sends her on a chase around the ring and as she turns the corner to where they started, Ringmaster takes her down with a discus clothesline. Ringmaster picks Etsuko back up and rolls her into the ring and slides in behind her. He picks her up and goes for a brainbuster, but Etsuko is able to deliver knees to the top of the head of Ringmaster, forcing him to drop her. Etsuko lands on her feet and delivers a belly to back suplex on him before going to pick him up again. As she does, Ringmistress is once again on the apron, yelling at Etsuko. She turns her attention to the woman once again and this allows Ringmaster to stand up and as Etsuko turns around, he delivers a rolling elbow that drops her before finishing off Final Act with the grounded elbow strike and hooks the leg, picking up the win.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, Ringmaster!

James Reynolds: Great win by Ringmaster tonight, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: It took all of his deranged circus to put Etsuko down though, Jim.

James Reynolds: A win is a win, Nicky.

Result: Pinfall

To the back, we go inside of the locker room for #THEBeautificationMovement. All three ladies sit in large black leather office chairs, Cayla and Juliana wear their black silk robes over their ring gear, opting for a blue color tonight. Grace Moretti is dressed to match, a deep blue dress, high slit up the leg to show off her gold heels, matching her gold and diamond earrings and bracelet. The ladies sit back as it is time for hopefully the final round of #THESearchForBeauty.

Cayla Phoenix: Well, hopefully this goes better than last week. There was a lot of disappointment…

Grace Moretti: Indeed. Let's hope there's no voodoo, no homeless people, no sexists… and no distant family members.

Grace said with a bit of a glare at Juliana for her uncle showing up at the previous audition.

Juliana Mendoza: As long as the intern did their job, we should have five worthy applicants. Plus, I’m not the one who invited the voodoo lady. We actually have files now so we know contestant number one is Vivian Venture. I’m not completely sure about her, but I do believe she has Cayla’s interest quite a bit.

Cayla Phoenix: Oh? Is that so? Send her in!

She said as Vivian comes out in a lacy blue singlet with a boating cap on and long boots while she has a vintage cigarette holder in hand for some classiness to her gimmick.

Vivian Venture Ah, yes. So this is the place… ahoy, Beautification Movement! Seek no more, ladies. Perfection has arrived at your doorstep, and I am the opportunity for your further success. Knock, knock. Here I am!

She said with a very posh laugh, definitely fitting the snobbish nature of The Beautification Movement to the letter, and definitely sporting the figure they appreciate as well.

Juliana Mendoza: Okay Cayla, she looks great and I am absolutely loving the attitude, but I’m not really seeing anything that would make me consider her a good fit as our heavy hitter. One of you explain it to me.

Grace Moretti: Actually, I know this one. She's been in the Miami independent scene for a bit. Vivian has a very nasty submission move called uh…

She said, trying to remember the name, as Vivian filled in.

Vivian Venture:Drop Anchor… It's what the more educated wrestler refers to as a Koji Clutch. I may not have belts to my name… yet. But, I have put several others away with it. Now, you know I have every credential you have dreamed of! So, help me help you. What are you offering as far as earnings?

Juliana Mendoza: That’s your first question? You should already know that we only stay in the finest of hotels, fly first class, wear designer everything and eat at five-star restaurants. How much you get paid shouldn’t be your concern. You may have a flashy submission, but lookie here biiiitch, this is an opportunity for you, not for us. We’re the queen bitches around here, and WE decide if WE want to let you in. I’m saying next, but I will give my girl a chance to talk me out of it.

Cayla would then bring up a match of Vivian's on her phone to show Juliana, as she seems very impressive in the ring.

Cayla Phoenix: She looks really talented… I mean, logically it would be a four way split…

Vivian Venture: Twenty-Five? That won't cover the cost of caviar for the yacht parties I host. Grace, you're a darling, but I need something to benefit /me/. I want seventy percent. Leaving ten for the three of you, and you may park your houseboat in my docks, Cayla.

Vivian said in a posh tone that shocked all three of them, as Cayla would snap at her in her anger.

Cayla Phoenix: Yeah, you better walk away, you snooty bitch! I'll tear your guts out for garters!

She shouted, before covering her mouth, in shock as her more aggressive personality hadn't come out in a long time. Juliana looked over at her partner with a little concern, but there was a devious little look in her eyes.

Juliana Mendoza: Ooo, feisty. I guess I’ll let you be the mean judge tonight, bestie. Now let’s take a look at our next contestant.

Juliana pulls out the file, flips it open and her mouth goes wide. She then picks it up and points to the picture of a fairly handsome, if a bit older gentleman with a very prominent chin and an award-winning smile.

Juliana Mendoza: O! M! G! O! M! G!, this is crazy. I can’t believe she actually got him to come. I just told the intern that as a silly little joke. I can’t believe Brody Howitzer is about to walk into this room.

Juliana turns to the door with a smile as it flies open and there is her favorite movie star and yes the term is being used very loosely.

Brody Howitzer Well hello there ladies. I was told you were searching for the perfect man and here I am. Star of stage and screen, writer, director, stunt and fight coordinator and I have extensive experience in multiple forms of martial arts as well as Greco-roman, freestyle, and professional wrestling.

Juliana looks up at him like a little school girl, grinning and batting her eyes.

Juliana Mendoza: I can’t believe you’re here. Oh My God, I loved loved loved all three Demon Army Movies. It is such an absolutely perfect trilogy though Demon Army Two: Return of Skelegore was my favorite. All-time favorite though is definitely Howitzer. You were just so great as tank commander Lieutenant John Howitzer Hammer. I just could not take my eyes off you. Though that might actually be second now that I’m thinking about that movie where you played the dirty dean.

Juliana giggles a little as she licks her lip and waves at the aging actor.

Brody Howitzer I heard you needed someone to… class… up the place.

He said, reciting his catchphrase from that movie with a bit of a wink to Juliana for some brownie points, while Grace rolled her eyes at him.

Grace Moretti: Not only are you a garbage actor, you're a garbage deathmatch wrestler…

Brody Howitzer Ah, so you did see Death by Lighttubes!

Cayla Phoenix: That's where I remember you from! Good God, you can take a beating…

She said, as Brody smiled confidently, and replied to her.

Brody Howitzer That's right, baby girl… And I still have the stamina, too. How about you and Grace make me the spicy man meat in a mother-daughter sandwich and find out.

He said as Grace's complexion went white. She was offended by the lewdness, but it was far from what got to her. She then spoke quietly to herself, having a bit of a mental breakdown.

Grace Moretti: She's only ten years younger than me… I'm not old, you're old… oh my God, he thinks I'm 45! This is awful… how could it ever be like this?...

Cayla Phoenix: ...Grace? Are you okay?

She asked, as Grace gets up from her chair and frantically gets her makeup kit before making a beeline to the restroom to look at herself.

Juliana Mendoza: Uhm I think that Miss Moretti just needs a minute, but as much as we would absolutely love to have you in our group Mister Howitzer, it just isn’t going to work. You can get my information from the intern though.

Juliana bites her bottom lip as she waves goodbye to the b-list celebrity. She looks over to her bestie who’s glaring. Juliana just sticks out her tongue at Cayla, then rolls her eyes and shrugs.

Juliana Mendoza: Oh my God like you never had a crush. I guess he was maybe a tad bit rude to Miss Moretti. I’ll go and check on her.Back to #THESearchForBeauty with all three ladies back in their chairs, Grace’s makeup touched up and flawless once more

Juliana Mendoza: Okay, I honestly think the intern might have found the winner for us. Junjiro Yamashita. Add a little more international flavor. He is five, ten, one hundred and ninety pounds, has a fourth-degree black belt in karate, and a second-degree brown belt in judo, two years of pro wrestling experience, and one Junior Heavyweight Title in Kyoto Star Wrestling. Didn’t that weird crazy guy with the tattoos and the kendo stick… Doesn’t matter. Talent, striking, submissions, and well...

Juliana smirks as the door opens and a very handsome, completely shredded Japanese man steps into the room, his long jet black hair pulled back into a ponytail, no shirt to cover up his six-pack abs, just a simple pair of black track pants.

Juliana Mendoza: Okay first of all, LOVE that you came in here shirtless. Shows confidence and more importantly, I know my girl Cayla here is appreciating it. The rest of the wardrobe could use an upgrade though, nice charcoal pinstriped pants, an Italian leather belt, and shoes, and while we get the shirtless view, the rest of the peons only see that when wrestling.

Junjiro Yamashita That’s not really my style, but this does seem like a good opportunity, I could do that.

Cayla Phoenix: While Juliana is right… I do love what I see. Though, I want to see how hard you kick… just a shame that one idiot isn't around.'

Grace Moretti: Perhaps there is a sure fire failure in waiting? Why not have our intern send them in?

Grace said with a diabolical smile on her face. After about thirty seconds, the door opens and Brody Howitzer returns.

Brody Howitzer Alright, that hot cougar came to her senses huh?

Suddenly a boot is driven into the side of Brody’s face as Junjiro Yamashita absolutely destroys him with a spinning hook kick.

Junjiro Yamashita I call that the Kusarigama. I hope this example of my skills is sufficient.

Juliana looks over at Brody Howitzer as security is brought in to take him off to the medics. She looks genuinely concerned and calls for a huddle. After a minute or so of whispers and a pretty back and forth argument, Juliana turns towards Yamashita and shakes her head.

Juliana Mendoza: We really really like you, you seem to understand what we're trying to do here, your fighting experience is great, titles are always cool, but I just don't know that we're the right fit. That kick was a thing of beauty. I’m not so happy about who was kicked, but Miss Moretti was ecstatic. I know you said you would be willing to change up your look and dress up a bit, but this just doesn’t feel right. I do know someone that I think could use a man of your talents though. I'm going to text her your information right now, and uhm, just turn this way and flex.

Yamashita turns towards Juliana and flexes as she snaps a few quick pics. She blows him a hug and tells him to expect to be contacted. She turns back to Cayla and Grace, sighs, and shakes her head.

Juliana Mendoza: So close. He just… reminded me too much of Milana. It would feel like we’re replacing her, not adding to our wonderful group.

Cayla Phoenix: Yeah. I miss our little bloodthirsty and… kinda horny striker.Striker.

Grace Moretti: Well… she really does love her job. Maybe a bit too much.

Grace said, as their associate was locked away on visa issues still, and it would feel like heartbreak to her if she was out and replaced like this.

Cayla Phoenix: Maybe this next person can impress us. I read that she's from Texas, and well… only the best come from Texas! Send in the next person, please!

She said, as a woman comes out with a plaid cowboy shirt that was tied up to show off her abdomen and a pair of daisy dukes on with a straw cowgirl hat, as Cayla had to double-take, thinking it was a rival tag team she had faced before…

Cowgirl: Howdy Y’all. I’m Mary-Jo Loretta-Sue Jones, and I’m from the great state of Texas

She smiles and waves her hat before rolling back, popping up to her feet, and smiling again.

Mary-Jo Loretta-Sue Jones: I was a cheerleader for a long time. Captain my Junior and senior year in high school, co-captain my Senior year at UT. I also played volleyball, and I was president of the student council. I’ve only been wrestling about a year, but I am so on board with this whole movement. I even brought a special treat since I know two of you are Texas girls yourselves.

She’s still smiling as security comes in with some orange and white bags. They place them on the table and pull out the contents, a large thing wrapped in yellow paper and an absolutely massive orange and white container holding fries.

Mary-Jo Loretta-Sue Jones: Miss Moretti, if you ain’t had Whataburger before, well you are in for a treat. There’s Dr. Pepper too.

Grace would unwrap the Patty Melt and formed a face of disgust, as she was used to the finer things in life and felt the calories seeping into her body by touching it.

Grace Moretti: This looks like grease and fat and absolute repulsion...

As she said that, Cayla would snatch it out of her hand, not daring to hear her insult its deliciousness in her presence.

Cayla Phoenix: Then allow me to get rid of it for you…

Cayla said, as she had been away from a proper Whataburger for so long, she began to eat it as well, absolutely famished from training. Juliana glanced over at her partner and sighed.

Juliana Mendoza: Just don’t go crazy Cayla, we do have a match later on. As for the treats you brought in miss double double name.

Juliana looks down, opens the wrapper, and rolls her eyes.

Juliana Mendoza: Maybe if this was my cheat day and you brought me a patty melt, with bacon, mushrooms, peppers, and onions, but clearly, you weren't smart enough to ask the intern what our favorites were when she contacted you. Plus you're making Texas look tacky. You're done here.

Juliana points to the door, and Mary Jo goes running off before she cries. Cayla, however, continued to eat as she would comment.

Juliana Mendoza: Were those actual tears? Pathetic. How is this so hard? All we need is someone who can hurt people, look good doing it, has great fashion sense, is okay with bending or just outright breaking the rules, and isn’t trying to get an absolutely ludicrous amount of money.

Cayla Phoenix: Well, it's not a complete bust. Could have used some pickles, though.

She said as Grace sighed before looking at the last file and pausing briefly.

Grace Moretti: Hold on a minute… take a look at this last one. It looks very promising!

Cayla Phoenix: Oh give it a rest, there's no…

Cayla paused as well, gasping in excitement, so much so, she puts down her sandwich to pay total undivided attention. Juliana looked at the file, then snatched it away from Grace.

Juliana Mendoza: Oh, this one is very promising. Calls himself The Advanced Athlete, has that cool ring name in caps. He knows how to market himself, he is very very large and very strong, says here he started playing Rugby at fourteen, played for a decade, last five years with some big team. Three years in wrestling, all over Europe, some in Australia, and a short stint in Japan, no titles to show for himself yet, but he ticks every single box ladies. I want to see if he looks as good in person as he does on paper.

Juliana motions for him to be let in, but suddenly the lights go out. A bright spotlight shines off the door, the glare off the wall hits the camera and we can’t see anything. The door bursts open, but that glare still blinds.

THE Beautification Movement HE’S PERFECT!

All three women say in unison as we cut to black.
The cameras come across Marilyn Matthews backstage. She seems to be heading back to the Kingdom locker room with a drink and snack from catering. The camera man moves up to her and starts walking backwards filming her as she walks. She gives him the “stink eye” prompting him to speak.

Camera man: Marilyn, any thoughts on your match tonight against Leah Aguero?

Marilyn stops walking and rolls her eyes.

Marilyn Matthews: You know, I can remember when the so-called second city riot squad came at the Kingdom, like all inferior coalitions do, thinking they were going to be the one to take us down. To tear us apart. Well, here we stand. Strong, proud, successful. Where is this self proclaimed riot squad now?

Marilyn pauses for effect.

Marilyn Matthews: Fighting amongst themselves. Threatening to teach themselves apart from the inside. They were so focused on us that when they failed, like all others before them, they turned on each other. They have turned into a living, breathing real life version of the Mexican Stand-off from The Office. All point their fingers and blame at the others. How long until they implode? Will the Kingdom beating them once again do it? Or will their upcoming failure at Reckoning Day Three do it? Either way, myself and the rest of the Kingdom will be sitting in the back, laughing and eating popcorn, watching the fireworks.

Marilyn starts walking again going past the camera man. He turns to follow her exit and she turns back to look into the camera.

Marilyn Matthews: Behold. The Kingdom.

With those words Marilyn turns and walks out of view.

THE Beautification Movement vs The Queen's Guard

~DING DING DING~

Juliana and Lluvia start the match, they circle until Lluvia is momentarily distracted by Cayla Phoenix reaching in for her hair. Juliana takes advantage of that with a quick forearm strike and chop that surprised the Cherokee rose. A dropkick took Lluvia down but didn’t keep her down long. Cane blocked a rolling snapmare attempt countering into an inverted DDT. Lluvia quickly tagged in Jonna Austin and they delivered a big double DDT. Austin makes the cover, but Juliana manages to kick out at 2. Jamie hits a quick standing moonsault and gets another 2 count. Jamie brings Juliana to her feet and catches a thumb right to the eye followed by a running snapmare that moves both of them closer to her partner in the corner. Juliana hits a quick hip attack, then tags in Cayla. They deliver a German suplex/Enziguri combo and Cayla bridges into the pin for a very close 2 count. Cayla jumps up to the top rope and waits for Jamie. Jamie slowly gets to her feet as Cayla dives off with The Comet Drop. Jamie is able to drop down and Cayla crashes hard. Jamie follows with a shining wizard to the back of Cayla’s head, then tags in Lluvia. Lluvia tags Jamie right back in, then pulls Cayla up as Jamie climbs to the top, and they crush The Siren of Violence with Empress of Sacrificed Love. Jamie makes the cover

ONE…

TWO...

THRE- BROKEN UP!!!

Juliana is in at the very last second to save the match. She rakes Jamie’s eyes and has her set for Beauty Mark before Lluvia runs in the two start trading shots. El Alguacil quickly breaks them and begins “UNO… DOS… TRES… QUATRO…” Juliana and Lluvia both exit the ring. In the commotion, Cayla Phoenix had moved towards the corner and she made the tag to Juliana. Juliana runs in, pulls Jamie up, rakes her eyes again, and hits the rolling snapmare, followed by a running hip attack. A springboard leg drop gets a 2 count and Juliana feels in control. She smacks Jamie’s head a few times before she hops up to the top rope. Jamie is up and clearing the cobwebs when Juliana flies off with the Mendoza Missile, only to be caught with a spear. Jamie pulls Juliana up, whips her into The Queen’s Guard corner, tags in Lluvia and they bring the Lady of Lucha Libre to the top rope before connecting with the Spanish Fly. Lluvia corners as Jamie hops out of the ring.

ONE…

TWO...

THRE- BROKEN UP!

Lluvia pulls Juliana up again, whips her back into the corner, another tag to Jamie, a double DDT, then another tag and now it’s Cayla getting caught with a double superkick and taken off the apron. Another tag and Jamie is the legal competitor now as she hits her G2 Stunner. Lluvia completes the G2 Rose and Juliana Mendoza is completely flattened. Jamie Austin makes the cover

ONE…

TWO...

THRE- BROKEN UP!

The official is suddenly yanked out of the ring by an absolutely massive muscular black man who stands there clad in head-to-toe black Armani. This hulk-like figure leaps up onto the apron, steps over the top rope, rips off his gold logo A|X shirt, grabs each member of The Queen’s Guard by the throat, and then sends them backwards to the ropes, then completely over, tossing them out of the ring. He hops out of the ring, helps Cayla to her feet and back inside, then helps Juliana up to her feet.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Your winner as a result of a disqualification, Lluvia Cane and Jamie Austin… THE QUEEN’S GUARD!

Arden is almost booted in the face before he can finish his statement, but Juliana calls for the giant man as DJ from The ATL is being sent out for some reason. DJ runs down to the ring, slides in, hops to his feet, and is taken down by a massive bicycle kick. Jimmy Bones comes charging down next, hops up to the apron, uses the ropes to springboard in with a crossbody, and gets driven nearly through the mat courtesy of a Rydeen bomb. This absolute beast kicks Jimmy Bones out of the ring as Cayla and Juliana smile, and tell him to end the annoying one. DJ is picked up, completely out of it, and placed into the torture rack. DJ starts tapping immediately, but the beats and the babes don’t care. DJ is being absolutely tortured as he fades into unconsciousness. Security is rushing down to stop this assault, but Juliana commands their new charge to toss DJ onto them. He is happy to oblige, launching the annoying little bastard from the middle of the ring, completely over the ropes and down onto four security team members, wiping them all out. He turns, moves to the ropes, opens them for Juliana and Cayla. The new trio taking their leave after the destruction that had been caused

Jim Reynolds: Well, if they weren’t going to ask me to join, they certainly found a good second option.

Nick Hanson: We didn’t see this new member before because of a lighting miscue, but My God that was a very large man. DJ from ATL, Jimmy Bones, and four security members taken out by this man in a very short span of time.

Jim Reynolds: I am a little upset about him putting his hands on Lluvia and Jamie, but they got the win for it and honestly I don’t want to get on the bad side of a nine-foot-tall six hundred pound sentient slab of onyx.

Winners: Queen’s Guard

Result: Disqualification

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

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

The lights come back up showing Rayola on the stage. She turns around and poses for the audience. Her wings are strapped to her shoulders. Lluvia and Jamie, by the ring, are less than pleased to see her.

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

Rayola has a mic in hand her wings fold back up as the music fades out. The camera zooms in on Jamie who is already at the ropes glaring at the stage. Rayola on the other hand, seems to be in no real hurry. Lluvia tries to calm Jamie down.

Rayola Davine: Bet you were expecting me much earlier weren't you Jamie? No, see unlike you, I don't need to sneak attack my opponents. I don't need to skulk and pick an opportune time to strike because maybe it makes my opponent lose their cool. I can literally do this see?

Lluvia has to hold Jamie back while Rayola strikes a few poses on the stage before turning back to the ring.

Rayola Davine: See, all I have to do is exist to get you to drop everything. I'm all the way up here, not even dressed for competition, and look at you, a rabid animal in a cage. The real difference between me and you...

Ray's wings unfurled again and she smiled looking at the ring.

Rayola Davine: ... is when I enter that ring next week and we settle this issue you started, I guarantee I'll be the one to finish it. That's Davine!

Ray's wings flapped behind her as her music hit one more time. Jamie is seething in the ring with Lluvia trying to talk words of caution to her before the scene fades out.

Jim Reynolds: And now Rayola’s out here with her dollar store cosplay, running her goddamn mouth?! What gives?!

Nick Hanson: This is turning out to be one crazy night but we know Jamie Austin and Rayola Davine will be settling up their differences next week for sure!
The War Queen Leah Aguero is backstage tightening up her boot straps as she prepares for her upcoming bout with Marilyn Matthews. Ever determined, Leah rises up from one knee to show both Layla Diaz and Jed Coffey standing behind her.

Leah Aguero: Today isn’t about the Trios Titles. It’s not about you, Diaz. It’s not about you, Jed Coffey. It’s not about Second City Riot Squad. No, tonight is about me. I don’t mean that selfishly. Last week the two of you came together and finally showed that tenacity I’ve been looking for and it resulted in us being added to the Trios Title Match at Reckoning Day III.

Leah looks back and forth at Diaz and Jed nodding approvingly.

Leah Aguero: Tonight bears no consequences upon our title match. Instead, it’s my time to step inside the ring with the one and only Marilyn Matthews. Now, I don’t know about you two but I’m about sick and tired of the snark that comes out of her mouth. Forever thinking she is better than everyone else. Tonight, I prove that she is a mere mortal. And I will do that by any means necessary. You see, tonight is not about who wins and who loses. It’s about making a statement and a statement shall be made. So take notes and see how it is done. It’ll only prepare you for Reckoning Day III. Understood?

Both Diaz and Jed nod.

Leah Aguero: Then let’s go do this. The time for waiting is over with. The time for action is now.

Leah turns towards the gorilla position and gets ready to head to the ring.

Match #6/Singles Match

Marilyn Matthews vs Leah Aguero

Marilyn Matthews and Leah Aguero locked up in the center of the ring, a battle of strength taking place. Leah was able to get a side headlock locked in before flipping Marilyn over her side, keeping the headlock in place. She steadily applied pressure to the headlock, but Marilyn was able to get to her knees, repeatedly and viciously throwing her elbow into Leah’s abdomen in the process. Aguero eventually released the headlock, giving Matthews a chance to get to her feet and hit Aguero with a quick right hook, taking the woman by slight surprise. Leah was able to shake it off quick but not quick enough as Marilyn ran at her, taking her down to the mat with a clothesline. The Kingdom member wasted no time in climbing the turnbuckles, setting up for a missile dropkick as the Second City Riot Squad member made her way back to her feet. Just as Marilyn leapt into the air, Leah ducked out of the way, causing Marilyn to land hard on the ring mat. The high flying woman took a moment before she began getting back on her feet. Leah was right there to ‘help’ her by pulling her to her feet, immediately whipping her hard into a corner. Marilyn’s back slammed hard into the corner, and she bounced off of it only to go back towards Leah who grabbed her and hit a quick snap suplex, sending her down to the mat yet again.

As Marilyn slowly began getting to her feet, Leah moved into a corner, looking to set up for The Endgame. Just as she was about to run towards Matthews to hit her with the punt kick, “Wildest Dreams”by Taylor Swift began to play, and “Classy” Bianca Page came out with a smirk on her face. She remained on the entrance stage, but it was enough to cause Leah to turn her focus to the blonde woman. She began yelling out to Bianca, telling her to come on down to the ring instead of saying so far away. Bianca held the smirk on her face, shaking her head no as she listened to Leah. The blue haired woman could vaguely be heard calling Bianca a few names as she turned back towards her match only to be hit by a sudden, rough chop directly to her chest. The impact stunned her long enough for Marilyn to grab her in what appeared to be the start of a standing headlock, but it was immediately transitioned into a Northern Lights Suplex, the impact to the mat taking Aguero by surprise as she cried out in pain from it. Matthews wasted no time in advancing on her downed opponent and, with a running start, leaping into the air to hit a perfect running shooting star press on Leah. Leah grabbed her abdomen after the impact, rolling around for a moment before settling on her abdomen, her arms still slightly wrapped around it. Marilyn smirked as she looked down at her opponent before setting up for The Sundering of Narsil, slamming Leah down with the vicious curb stomp. The Kingdom member looked at the ropes one last time before she turned her gaze back to Leah. Matthews climbed the turnbuckles, pausing when she reached the top turnbuckle only to fixate her gaze on Aguero as she faced forward, egging the woman along to get up. Once the member of Second City Riot Squad reached her feet, she began making her way toward Marilyn only for the woman to leap off of the turnbuckle, grabbing Aguero around the neck and slamming her down with her Sonic Screwdriver Mk. III. After executing the diving tornado flatliner, Matthews quickly crawled over to Leah and pinned her.

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2……

3….!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Marilyn Matthews!!!

Jim Reynolds: BEHOLD!!

Nick Hanson: Yeah, yeah, we hear you.

Jim Reynolds: I SAID BEHOLD, GODDAMN IT!!

Nick Hanson: Well, I think Leah Aguero is gonna take exception to this loss but she’s gonna do so with Bianca Page in seven days!

Result: Pinfall

A week later, and within the shared locker room of The Crusade, there are no signs of vandalism whatsoever. Someone who did not see the last Collision would never know the “masterpiece” Yukiko Kusanagi created in the midst of the second Nerf War.

But for those who did see it? They haven’t forgotten.

Regardless, the newly wedded couple seems to be at ease within the four walls. The NFW World Heavyweight Champion Damon Cross pours strawberry champagne into two glasses and kindly hands one to his wife. Danni Anderson smiles and watches him set the bottle down on the coffee table before he takes his own glass. They raise their glasses in unison.

Damon Cross: To forever and a night with you, Danielle.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) To our eternal love, Damon.

Damon Cross: & Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) Cheers!

A long sip is taken as the newlyweds, having tied the knot barely 48 hours ago, continue their celebration with a small toast. After all, with Collision being tonight and the World Champion set to take on Katelin Descarrilado in the main event, they could not rightly begin their honeymoon! Ah, but after Collision was off the air...

Damon Cross: Tonight, Katelin gets put down in the middle of that ring. And if Yukiko sticks her beak into my business, Reckoning Day will come VERY early. Then, perhaps we’ll just extend our honeymoon a bit, hm?

One could perhaps fault Damon for being overconfident if they wanted to. All things considered, though, it was nice to see him in a pleasant mood and not in a raging fury. “God is not dead” he had said on Twitter shortly after Collision #100; those words brought up bad memories for some and causes old wounds to tingle for others. But tonight, it was only Damon and Danielle.

Danni Anderson (≧◡≦✿) You can’t take Reckoning Day off, silly. You’re the World Heavyweight Champion!

Playful sarcasm tends to fly over her head. It’s cute. Some people may be wondering how Danielle’s not affected by the threat of her husband’s warning. After all, she was a part of the rebellion against the Crusade: The Reckoning.

Ironic. Maybe her wounds have healed long ago. The camera is able to focus enough to reveal their wedding rings. Before they continue, there’s a knock on the door and a familiar French-English accent gently resonates from the outside.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Excusez-moi? Monsieur Cross?

Damon turns toward the door, which opens to show Ami Fitzsimmons. He offers up a charming smile and gestures her in.

Damon Cross: Entrez, mademoiselle, entrez! Vraiment un plaisir!

It’s the first warm welcome the NFW Interviewer has received from a superstar -- excluding her Uncle Nate, of course. She smiles and curtseys.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Merci, monsieur. Tu es très gentil.

Cutely, Danielle tilts her head. She giggles a little and takes a sip of her bubbly drink.

Danni Anderson (◠﹏◠✿) Désolé, je ne… ah, suis toujours pas… um, er...

Ami Fitzsimmons: Oh! I’m sorry, Danni.

The blonde-haired woman apologetically bows her head. Straightening up, she claps her hands together and smiles brightly.

Ami Fitzsimmons: First of all, congratulations to the both of you on your new journey together, Mister and Missus Debaillion! How does it feel?

Damon Cross: Like a dream come true.

The couple taps glasses again, and Damon drains the rest of his before gesturing to Ami.

Damon Cross: But I’m betting you have some questions for us, non? By all means… fire away.

While Ami takes a moment to mentally organize her questions, Danielle giggles and says aloud--

Danni Anderson (◠△◠✿) Mrs. Debaillion… I need to get used to that!

Ami Fitzsimmons: It takes a little while!

Both of them share a bout of giggles. Ami would know -- she went from Trenton to Fitzsimmons, to Kennedy-Trenton, and then back to Fitzsimmons! She regards the Redeemer and her features harden a little.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I don’t wish to recite bad memories, but… regarding the events of the last Collision, the horrible vandalism and the vicious attack, the changes you’ve made… Some are speculating on the return of the God of Ascension. Can you confirm or deny this?

Damon Cross: Oh, make no mistake; he’s back.

He says it so calmly, so easily, that it is a little frightening. Danni and Ami exchange looks as Damon refills his glass and takes another slow sip before expanding upon his answer.

Damon Cross: The difference being is that last time he reared his ugly head, it was for greed and a nasty sense of entitlement. It was to hurt people, whether they deserved it or not. I think we can all agree that Yukiko Kusanagi, though? She DEFINITELY deserves it.

Another sip is taken.

Damon Cross: I’m smarter and more experienced than I was back then. I earned my way to this title twice, the right way both times, and nothing can change that. I will defend it the same way. But what Yukiko did nearly cost me what matters most to me in this world...

He reaches out, gently cupping Danni’s chin and then stroking her cheek.

Damon Cross: ...all while screaming that she’s underestimated, that she’s being overlooked. Well, Kusanagi, you already had my full attention. And now you have God’s as well. I promise you’ll come to regret that at Reckoning Day. You would have been better off trying to defeat me as simply a Redeemer. Now? Well, like I said on social media: an angel cannot defeat a God.

His wife’s free hand settles over his, a look of faith within her sparkly blue eyes.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) Damon...

She was so hurt and afraid before. The HYBRID faithful would recall the war between the Reckoning and the Crusade. Now? She believes in him and trusts him with her heart.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Honestly, I… I don’t blame you, Monsieur Cross.

Ami offers a simple nod. Her husband is defending her honor against Matt Shields -- even though there wasn’t any physicality like Yukiko and Danielle’s case.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I know I’m supposed to be impartial, but what Mrs. Kusanagi did was wrong. She didn’t even apologize, let alone check on Danni. If anything, she...

Danni Anderson (◕︿◕✿) ...she meant to hurt me. To hurt my love.

After a sigh, Danielle drinks the rest of her beverage and sets her glass down. A frown crosses her youthful features.

Danni Anderson (◡﹏◡✿) What is it with my friends hurting me when they’re going after you?

Damon Cross: They weren’t your friends after all. Now they’re outing themselves, letting just about anything break apart what felt so genuine and pure. It’s enough to drive someone crazy, I know.

He shakes his head a little, turning back to Ami.

Damon Cross: Personally, I don’t care about their motivations. Most of them just want the title that’s over my shoulder. And I’m fully prepared for that. I will respond to all threats accordingly and properly: inside a wrestling ring. And for those who try to get at me through my wife? May God have mercy on them. Because I won’t.

The Dancing Violinist nods and folds her hands in front of her.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I suppose the only thing left for me to ask is… How are you feeling about your non-title match against Mrs. Descarrilado tonight?

The champion hitches up the belt on his shoulder and smiles slightly.

Damon Cross: Katelin talks a big game. Almost as big as her husband. And on the subject, get well soon, Tren. We have unfinished business.

After a brief nod, he continues.

Damon Cross: But that’s all it is: talk. Does she have potential? Absolutely. Does she have a future as a champion? Without a doubt. Tonight, however, the neophyte is getting thrown into the deep end head-first. I’ve been there, Katelin. Survival is the only option you have. Take it from someone who knows: you’ll be better for it. I hope you have the aptitude to understand that.

Fitzsimmons appreciates Cross’s honesty and she politely bows her head.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Merci, Monsieur Cross. Thank you for your time. I’ll let you two continue to celebrate a little longer.

With a reassuring smile, she departs from the room. Mrs. Debaillion looks up to her husband, who brings her in closer, and she then rests her head against his chest. The two of them embrace this moment, but the world knows the drums of war are calling. God, save the Queen.
After a brief commercial break, the typically white ring mat is covered in red material, while two luxurious office chairs surround a folding table topped with a black cloth. Two clipboards sit on each side of the furniture, three pages worth of contracts on each. The words are unable to be read through the television screen, though. Behind all that is the long-standing general manager of Collision (literally and figuratively), Luthor Callaway.

Luthor Callaway: I'll cut straight to the chase 'cause we've only got so much air time. Welcome to the Cass Baumer slash Katelin Descarrilado contract signing. At Reckoning Day 3, two of the most ambitious fighters on my roster go one on one. Let's hope the insurance I'm giving them pays for the damages.

The crowd vehemently cheers tonight's events, excited to see what would happen! Callaway reaches down to grab one of the contracts during the pause, curiously peeking at the second page and then the third.

Luthor Callaway: According to this contract here, it seems the Wild Card briefcase will be on the line. It was meant to be a reward for Cass leading Team Collision at Invasion: Civil War, but some numbnut put a clause in that reward’s wording that makes it transferable through a wrestling match. I guess everything's up for grabs in this sport. Anyway, let's just get them out here.

After a moment, Queens Of The Stone Age's "Smooth Sailing"'s vocals make the crowd stand to their feet in anticipation! The shot slowly descends, gradually revealing a solemn Cass Baumer with the Wild Card briefcase in her right hand. She’s donning a blue sleeveless moto jacket showing off her small tribal shoulder tattoo, black ripped jeans with the white thread on display, and checker patterned high-top sneakers. Instead of her typical jovial demeanor, she treads down the aisle while the New Frontier Wrestling audience continues to show their appreciation. Once Baumer makes it to ringside, she grabs the microphone from an official, then rolls underneath the ropes. Once she climbs to her feet, she surveys the fans, then sits down in her designated office chair as her music fades.

Cass Baumer: Sometimes it feels like more than half the boys and girls in the back have a list of reasons why they think they're better than me that they're ready to reveal at a moment's notice to get ahead. Lately, it's been Katelin's turn.

Raucous boos circulate throughout the Collision Center at the mention of her dastardly foe.

Cass Baumer: Yeah, nah, I ain't arguing she's a bad wife to Tren! I won't suggest she's a lousy fighter, either — she obviously had more important things to worry about than that debut triple threat match at Collision #97 when her husband was chillin’ on the injured reserve list. Otherwise, Katelin Descarrilado’s talented. She might even be more crafty than me, but that grudge ain’t doing her any favours, chief. She wants what she can't have, this Wild Card briefcase of mine worth an opportunity at the top title, and she'll stop at nothing to get it done! There's this logic problem I can't get past, though: If I can walk off from a match with Tren and send him packing, what makes the newly-returned Katelin think she can do what the man who feels no pain couldn't?

Baumer lowers her head and clears her throat, trying to choose her words carefully.

Cass Baumer: Thank God NFW bookers gave me the time off I needed to heal from my cervicalgia, the two bruised ribs, and all the aches I felt after that Chi-Town Street Fight, but Katelin's out here tryna be the biggest pain in my neck of them all. No cap. So why don't we just get on with it and bring her out here, eh?

As soon as Cass finishes, "TEARS" by HEALTH kicks in and out walks Katelin Descarrilado with a contract already in hand. Dressed in her grey gear from top to bottom, but sans her glasses or mask, her stride to the ring is slow and methodical. The crowd boos her mercilessly as she finds her way to the ring, entering through the bottom rope. Descarrilado sits the contract down on the table before picking up a microphone and sitting in the opposite chair across from Baumer.

Katelin Descarrilado: Before we start with...

Descarrilado points to the contract on the table.

Katelin Descarrilado: ...this... you asked a question earlier that piqued my interest, and I wanted to answer. What makes Katelin Descarrilado think she can do what Tren Descarrilado couldn't do and put Cass Baumer down? What makes her so brazen... so egotistical to presume something so seemingly impossible?

The Devil In The Details fakes a ponder for a moment.

Katelin Descarrilado: Well... as a soon-to-be beaten champion's theme says: I'm beyond the archetype. You say you have seen it all, and I am not going to deny that. You have seen and been in your fair share of wars between these ropes. I'm not going to just handwave that. That would be, in a word, stupid. However, you have never faced someone like me. I know that if you had a nickel for every time you have heard that, you wouldn't have had to start the Baumer Report. But I suggest you heed them when I say it because it rings eerily true.

The Ice Queen stares daggers right into Cass's eyes. Ever venomous are her words. The self-proclaimed Watchdog listens intently to what her would-be opponent has to say, blue-green eyes glaring back at the other woman as she leans forward in her chair.

Katelin Descarrilado: Every match you have been in, every war relied on speed or power. Sometimes both with a little bit of pandering thrown in. I also realize that. More than you know, and that will be more than you can bear come Reckoning Day because I intend to grind you into dust. As slowly as humanly possible. Take it from someone who doesn't lie.

There's a brief pause as the crowd boos Katelin relentlessly.

Katelin Descarrilado: Now, it will delight you two to know that my portion of the contract...

Descarrilado opens up the contract to reveal her signature on top of a line, above another line on the final page.

Katelin Descarrilado: ...it's already signed. So allow me to simply implore you, Cassandra...

The Ice Queen slides the contract over to The Watchdog.

Katelin Descarrilado: Do your part and sign it. Make everyone's lives easier before I take the Wild Card out of yours and you out of mine.

Descarrilado slowly lowers her microphone before hitting it on the table, not unlike a gavel. Cass takes the time to read through the contract, flipping through the pages as she scans the words with her index finger. After a moment, her hand reaches for the pen, but before she can put ink to paper the fans start to yell and cheer. Attention is drawn to the stage where, of all people, Zoey Madigan-Star has walked out with a microphone in hand.

Zoey Madigan-Star: With all due respect, Cass, as a friend? This is a bad idea. You’re putting a sought-after prize that you fought your tail off to earn on the line against a woman who, at best, can be described with the terms “disrespectful” and “unscrupulous”? Why? What is there to prove here? You are a sought-after commodity. She is not. Take what you have earned and take your shot once Cross and Kusanagi tear one another apart. Don’t jeopardize that for a grudge!

Some of the fans seem to agree with Zoey’s statement. It even seems that Cass is having some second thoughts. Katelin, meanwhile, is quietly seething at Zoey’s interruption and less-than-glowing comments about her.

Cass Baumer: Maybe you’re right, but I can’t keep resting on the laurels of what I’ve already accomplished.

She swiftly signs the contract.

Katelin Descarrilado: Congratulations. You have just signed your relevance's death warrant. You now have a week to make peace with your briefcase before it has a new owner. Now, if you'll excuse me... I have a main event to attend. Thank you for your cooperation.

Descarrilado rises from her chair and attempts to back into a neutral corner, but Baumer also rises and grabs Katelin by the arm, stopping her in her tracks.

Cass Baumer: Just remember. If you ever manage to win the NFW World Heavyweight Championship, I'll cash in this case before you even have the chance to ride the Train Wreck.

Descarrilado shakes her head as that comment is what finally sets her off. Katelin turns around and attempts to deck Baumer in the nose, but Cass blocks the punch and pushes Descarrilado into the ropes by her fist. Katelin rebounds into Baumer's half nelson, allowing the fan-favorite to backflip with her opponent cradled in her arms. It looks like she's hitting her Fact Check somersault reverse DDT finisher, but to the crowd's surprise, Cass lands on her feet behind Katelin instead of hitting the DDT. In one flowing motion, Baumer lifts Katelin in a wheelbarrow position and hits—

Nick Hanson: END OF THE LINE WHEELBARROW DRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE!!! That's Tren's finisher! What an insult to injury, but after the stunt Descarrilado tried to pull, I can't say she didn't deserve it!

Jim Reynolds: What the hell are you talking about, “stunt Descarrilado tried to pull?” Cass is the one who insulted her husband! Katelin was just trying to defend their combined honor.

Nick Hanson: Oh, don’t play dumb, Jimmy. You heard Katelin as well as I did throughout this whole charade. I hope Damon beats the pants off of her in our main event, which... it’s next!


Quite literally, while Nick Hanson was in the middle of his words, State of Mine’s “Rise” came on through the arena PA system. Everyone’s attention, including that of Luthor Callaway and Cass Baumer, went to the stage as World Heavyweight Champion Damon Cross and Danni Anderson walked out onto the stage. Damon stood, staring stoic like down at the ring.

Nick Hanson: And there he is, folks! Our World Heavyweight Champion! Set to be in a match here against...well...Katelin Descarrilado, whom Cass Baumer just put through a table.

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, I was just gonna say; he look a little...I dunno...pissed off to you, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: Jim, if I were him in recent weeks, everyone around me, barring that young lady at his side, would be walking on very thin ice right now.

Damon and Danni descended the steps to the walkway and made a path towards the ring. As the newly married couple, as of just two days ago, reach the ring, Damon took Danni by the hand and assisted her up the steps before following her up. Damon sits on the middle rope, allowing his new bride to enter the ring first before stepping in after her.

Nick Hanson: Well, at the very least, I can say Danni Anderson’s looking in good health, considering recent circumstances….

Jim Reynolds: Told ya she was hardheaded.

Nick Hanson: Stoooooooopppp. Jesus!

Once inside the ring, Danni took a moment to acknowledge Cass Baumer, Zoey Madigan-Star and the General Manager, still in the ring. She gave a paused glance to Katelin Descarrilado on the mat as Damon Cross promptly reached around and removed the World Heavyweight Title from around his waist. He folded the straps in and handed the belt to Danni...before suddenly turning and catching Cass with a boot to the midsection!!!

Nick Hanson: OH, HEY!!! WAIT A MINUTE!!!

Jim Reynolds: WHOA!!!!! WHAT GIVES?!

The crowd looked on in shock as Damon grabbed Cass as she started to buckle and pulled her in, back against him and, without so much as a second of hesitation, twisted her up off of her feet and spiked her into the mat with--

Nick Hanson: WEIGHT OF THE WORLD TO BAUMER!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!

Baumer flopped to the mat not far from where Descarrilado laid as Damon rose back to his feet and stared down at both women with cold fire in his eyes. After a moment, he lifted his eyes to the General Manager and reached down to pick up one of the microphones from the mat. Meanwhile, Luthor Callaway simply picked up the contract signed between Cass and Katelin and motioned for Zoey to just join him in leaving the ring.

Jim Reynolds: Nicky, Damon Cross just walked out here and I dare say this is some kind of fucking message he just sent!!!

Nick Hanson: Maybe so but he obviously isn’t done. Champ’s got something to say! The Boss and Zoey Madigan-Star are...well...they’re just leaving!

Danni seems calmer than she might have given the situation and the state her husband is in. That does not change even when Damon speaks in a calm, cold voice.

Damon Cross: This is how you deal with a threat, and as long as you hold that briefcase, Baumer, you are a threat. I might have let it slide for tonight…

He says, pausing to stare at the barely-moving Katelin.

Damon Cross: ...but you decided to ruin my match. Don’t let it happen again. And to the rest of you thinking about coming for my title? This is your future. Now…

Leaning in, he whispers something to Danni, who nods, kisses his cheek and leaves the ring as he holds the ropes for her again.

Damon Cross: Kusanagi. Come get your punishment.

He throws down the mic, the impact causing static as the champion stands and waits. There’s a long, almost uncomfortable pause as Damon is left waiting in the ring as the show fades to a commercial break.

The show fades back in from the commercial and Damon Cross is still in the ring, waiting for an appearance from Yukiko Kusanagi. Danni Anderson stands on the outside, watching her husband in the ring as the champion starts looking less and less patient.

Nick Hanson: Still no sign of the challenger and yet the champion awaits!

It’s right at that moment that the lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness. Voices in the crowd rise, anticipating some type of confrontation just as a familiar symbol appears on the tron screen….


...and a familiar, female voice rings throughout the speakers in an eerie sing-song tone. One that long time fans of NFW have heard before….


Jim Reynolds: I don’t like this one goddamn bit, Nicky!

As the singing ends and the lights return, the crowd starts to shout out, expecting the familiar scene of Yukiko Kusanagi standing behind her target, but their cries quickly stop as they’re taken aback to find Yukiko standing in the ring by herself, with the downed bodies of Katelin and Cass but no Damon. The Demolition Angel, herself, looks confused through her body language as she looks all around her. There’s absolutely no sign of Damon Cross anywhere. The audience clamors, obviously questioning where is the champion? What’s going on?

Nick Hanson: I’m...admittedly a little lost….

Jim Reynolds: Now, what the fuck is going, Nicky?

Inside the ring, Yukiko finally settles her attention on Danni, still standing outside the ring. Cold, empty eyes watch the Semper Nephilim from over her mask and under her jacket’s hood. She stands in the center of the ring, slowly balling up her fists when the lights suddenly go out again. Once more, the crowd stirs.

Jim Reynolds: The hell’s going on now?!

Nick Hanson: I don’t know!

Strange, twangy music starts to play with an odd voice harmonizing in the background. Yukiko starts cautiously looking around, wondering what the hell is going on… a sentiment shared by the fans! Then the hard guitars hit, just as the lights go out, the theme now recognizable as Ra’s “Do You Call My Name”. When the lights come back on, Yukiko is no longer alone in the ring! A masked figure stands behind her, dressed entirely in black, bearing a silver-topped cane and a familiar, horned mask!

Jim Reynolds: Shit! Turn around, Yukiko! He’s behind you!

Damon Cross, in full Crossroads gear, brings the cane up and loudly slaps the ‘business end’ against his palm. It is doubtful that Kusanagi hears this, but her senses tell her that she’s not alone!

Nick Hanson: He’s wheeling back! She’d better move!

Hauling off and looking to knock it out of the park, it being the challenger’s head, Damon swings that cane powerfully, with Yukiko ducking at the last moment! She immediately goes for the Steel Feather but Damon ducks and scoops up the number one contender, clearing looking for the Weight of the World on the Demolition Angel!

Jim Reynolds: Not cool! Get out of there, Yukiko!

Nick Hanson: Her own mind games were turned against her! We’ve never seen this before!

Kusanagi squirms her way out of Damon’s grip, scrambling back as the lights go out again! “Do You Call My Name” keeps playing as the lights go up for a third time, with Kusanagi on the ramp, pointing her wooden sword threateningly at Damon, only slightly perplexed, while Damon, or rather, Crossroads, returns the gesture with his cane, now holding the title up high as well!

Nick Hanson: We never thought we would see this side of Cross again, fans, but it seems that Yukiko’s assaults and manipulations have forced the champion to revert to his dark side, as it were!

Jim Reynolds: He’s that desperate, Nick! Don’t get too excited, because that just means Yukiko has him where she wants him!

Nick Hanson: I don’t think it’ll go how she wants, Jimmy! You don’t know what Crossroads is capable of!

With the commentary team going back and forth, debating their picks for the big match coming up, the credits appear at the bottom of the screen while the camera goes back and forth between Cross and Kusanagi, just staring each other down across the way from each other….