NFW Collision #102 - 07/06/2021!

Nick Hanson: Good evening and welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to Tuesday Night Collision!! We hope you’re buckled in!!

Jim Reynolds: You better be! Tonight’s gonna be a wild night---whoa, what?

Nick Hanson: What in the world?

Nick and Jim are cut off as the arena lights abruptly go out. The crowd is silenced when the haunting cetacean call fills the Collision Center. The sound is joined by a huge splash of water. The arena lights raise to that eerie aquatic blue. Standing in the middle of the ring, which appears to be soaked and water running off of the mat, is the coated figure of Milisandre Crowthorne. A few spots on her attire seem to be singed. Her voice seems to come from all around the arena.

Milisandre Crowthorne: You lose track of time in the void. It is a meaningless concept in the great infinity. I floated aimless for what felt like a million lifetimes. Despite the protections of the Great Dreamer I still was injured. It would have killed any of you lesser beings. But I survived since I am his chosen.

Milisandre pauses and a gurgling laughter fills the arena.

Milisandre Crowthorne: I have survived fire and darkness. I come back now to continue his work. To spread his whispers to the world. I am not alone. Allies have been proven. Allies shall stand with me as I show you all the truth.

The arena lights go out again.

Milisandre Crowthorne: The waters have receded for too long. Now they shall rise. Now they shall come forth with vigor and vengeance. Not even the highest mountain tops shall be safe. You have been warned.

Milisandre’s voice fades away and is replaced by the sound of rushing water. That is followed by the cetacean call once again. As it fades the lights come back up and Milisandre is gone. The ring also appears to be perfectly dry. Not a sign of water.

Nick Hanson: Well, that was Milisandre Crowthorne but…

Jim Reynolds: Not even five minutes into the show and I’m already not gonna be sleeping well, tonight!!!

Nick Hanson: Hahaha!! Oh, the things that happen here in the New Frontier!!

Jim Reynolds: I am NOT amused, Nick!!!
Nick Hanson: Welcome again, folks. Interesting kick off for tonight! A message from Milisandre Crowthorne. She had some interesting words, to say the least!!

Jim Reynolds: All I heard was “spooky spooky, ooga booga booga” and more “spooky spook--” Oh what the hell now?!

Nick Hanson: More surprises? Whoa!

The lights go out, and almost immediately, the pounding drumbeat of Blue Oyster Cult’s “Veteran of Psychic Wars” jumpstarts the crowd as they haven’t heard this one in a while. The strobe lights flash in time with the drumbeat until the Kwonspiracy logo appears on the screen. As the synthesizer hits, Seo-Hyung Kwon walks out onto the stage and, with a dramatic flair, motions off stage as “That Bitch” Jansen Myrrh steps onto the stage to a rousing pop from the crowd.

Nick Hanson: Jansen Myrrh made one hell of a return at Reckoning Day as the official for the main event, and she made her presence felt.

Jim Reynolds: I think Myrrh surprised everyone by her appearance last week after being out for months after having emergency surgery. But take a look, she didn’t come alone.

You see, now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars,

I've been living on the edge so long, where the winds of Limbo roar.

And I'm young enough to look at,

And far old to see, all the stars are on the inside.

I'm not sure that there's anything left to me.

♫♫♫

Myrrh pats Kwon on the back, and they march down towards the ring and Kwon takes the steps up and gets into the ring before walking over and retrieving a microphone. Jansen opts to roll in under the ring and leaps up to her feet.

Don't let these shakes go on!

It's time we had a break from it,

It's time we had some leave.

We've been living in a place,

We've been eating up our brains.

Oh, please don't let these shakes go on!

♫♫♫

Kwon calls for the music to be cut as it fades out as the crowd continues to chant, “Welcome back! Welcome back!”

Jansen and Seo stand around inside the ring, waiting for the chants to die down.

Seo-Hyung Kwon: It’s good to be back in Chicago!

The crowd pops.

Seo-Hyung Kwon: And it’s great to be back in the ring with this bitch, Jansen Myrrh. She made a triumphant return to NFW last week for Reckoning Day. She upheld law and order inside that ring, and the best person won that match. That doesn’t necessarily mean the best person in the ring won because we all know that accolade belongs to one, Jansen Myrrh. If it weren’t for a sudden case of appendicitis, Jansen Myrrh might very well be standing here right now as your World Heavyweight Champion. However, things happen. Does she expect to be thrown right into a championship match upon her return? No, she doesn’t. I will see to it that Jansen Myrrh starts at the bottom and works her way up to the top spot and whether it’s Damon Cross or perhaps someone else with that championship around their waist, Jansen Myrrh is going to defeat them and finally claim her legacy to be the World Champion.

Jansen Myrrh: They say big girls shouldn’t wear stripes, right? Well, I didn’t wear no fucking stripes, but I sure as well was the goddamned referee that main event needed. Some of these fucking referees wanna pull out the wrestling manual from 1974 and stick to the rules, but sometimes you just gotta let these fuckers fight, am I right? I did get to bite Kusanagi in the fucking nose, so that was fucking fun. And yes, I got my shots up to date.

The crowd pops.

Janson Myrrh: Got to flip a few birds. Took a couple of bumps. It was a hell of a night, and now all that bullshit is over. It’s time to get back to fucking work. It’s time to start getting back to work. Fucking appendectomy put me out for a few months, including a chance at the fucking main event of whatever the fuck that PPV was called back in February. But I’m back, and I’m ready to fucking work. But I got a plan. My first goal? The fucking VBMT4.

“Jansen! Jansen!”

Jansen Myrrh: I didn’t do so hot last year, but this year, I’m gunning for the win. I’m gonna for the top spot. I’m ready to fucking murder some folks this year and show what Jansen Myrrh is really all about. You see, I’m not in this fucking business to sell t-shirts, pose naked or become some sort of actor. Professional wrestling is all I know, and ever since I was a wee little girl, my dream was to be the World’s Heavyweight Champion, just like my Uncle Dandy. And I’ll even go as far as to say that if I don’t win the VBMT this year, it may be time for me to walk away from this sport. This business. I grew up loving it because my uncle’s performances in that ring made me love it, and I still love it. But it’s time to put up or shut up. I’ve been talking for years about becoming the World Champion, and I’ve had my attempts and failed. The time for failure is over. My path to the championship starts today, right this very moment. I want Luthor to feed me everyone on the roster, one by one, until there’s no one left but the champion.

Seo leans in and whispers something into Jansen’s ear, and Jansen nods her head.

Jansen Myrrh: So, here’s the plan. I’m ready to fight. Whether it be on Collision or at the VBMT, I’m ready. Bring me Jones. Bring me Cane. Bring me Baumer, Holiday, or the fucking almighty queen herself.

Jim Reynolds: She did not just call out Jasmine Matthews.

Nick Hanson: I think she’s calling out every member of the VBMT4 tournament.

Jansen Myrrh: Bring me Salvatore, Kate, or Hawkins. Jackson, is it now? Make up your fucking mind. Bring me the fucking champion from that other brand, Anton Crowley. You can put me in the ring with my former partner Leah Aguero. I got friends in this business, but if I gotta fight them to get to the World’s title, then so be it. I’ll fucking fight them. I don’t care who you are. I don’t give one single fuck. If you get into the ring, I’m going to fucking wreck your world to get to the World Heavyweight Championship. You can call me “Miss Myrrh-der.” You can call me “King Freak.” Call me the “American Witch.” Here’s what I’ll say, after every match I’m in from this point, prepare to call me “That Bitch,” because that’s what I’m gonna be. The hierarchy is about to change here in NFW. Don’t like it? Fuck off, or fucking do something. I’m talking to you, Angel Kusanagi.

Nick Hanson: Jansen Myrrh making a statement here. She wants Kusanagi to know if she didn’t like how she refereed that match, come and do something about it.

Jim Reynolds: I just don’t understand this version of Jansen Myrrh.

Nick Hanson: I’m fairly certain there’s only one version of Jansen Myrrh.

“Veteran of Psychic Wars” begins to play again as the crowd pops loudly for Seo and Jansen, who spend a bit more time in the ring before they exit and head to the back.

Match #1/Gauntlet Match

TAURUS v. Duke Toobum, Blake Masters, El Piso Mojado, Jimmy Bones, French Fry, El Nacho Grande

Duke Toobum is the first man to take on the beast and he charges at him with a yakuza kick that catches TAURUS in the chest. He takes a step back, then barrels forward with a massive clothesline. Taurus hauls Toobum up and then slams him right back down into the mat with a spinebuster. TAURUS rolls back, pops up to his feet in the corner, and waits for Toobum to get to his feet before he levels him with the Nail Gun. TAURUS makes the cover

TWO...

THREE!

Blake Masters is out second and he doesn’t fare much better than his partner, bouncing off of him on a dropkick attempt before he’s taken down by a shoulder tackle then brought up and nearly driven through the mat courtesy of a tilt-a-whirl slam. Masters is nearly out of when Taurus hauls him up by his hair and shows off a bit of Raw Power, drilling Masters into the mat and going right into the pin

TWO...

THREE!

El Piso Mojado is down next and a springboard dropkick staggers the big man slightly, enough for the Canadian luchadore to hit a quick headscissors. Taurus is sent forward a little and then a hurricanrana sends the big man into the corner. El Piso Mojado runs to the corner and looks for a monkey flip, but TAURUS Completely stops Mojado’s momentum and slams his head into the chest of the proud Canadian. TAURUS lifts El Piso Mojado for El Toro De La Muerte and marches to the middle of the ring before slamming him straight down. TAURUS covers

TWO...

THREE!

Jimmy Bones is the next man out and he quickly hits the ropes and springboards up with a hurricanrana. TAURUS is sent into the corner and Bones follows with a shotgun style dropkick to the knees of the massive man, finally bringing him down. Bones follows with a dropkick to the back of the head and Taurus is slumped down on the middle turnbuckles. Jimmy Bones flies in and hits a cross body to TAURUS, but goes right into the post as he just threw himself at THE Beautification Muscle. Jimmy is a little slow to recover as TAURUS is slow to get to his feet and stumbles backward a little bit, the spooky goth daredevil catching him off guard for a second. Jimmy Bones is up to the top rope and flies off right into the Big Bull Charge. Bones is then hauled up and locked into Her Majesty’s Pleasure. TAURUS just stretching Bones, nearly breaking his ribs until he finally taps out. Taurus just tosses Bones off his back, cracks his neck, and turns to wait for the next victim


French Fry is the next to get in the ring and he’s a bit hesitant, leading to him getting his head nearly drop kicked off as TAURUS shows a little of his athleticism. Taurus brings French Fry up and then he’s put right back down with a powerslam. TAURUS has decided to show off a bit and not hits a Northern Lights suplex, then rolls through and hits a gutwrench suplex. TAURUS decides to end it now and French Fry is put In The Scrum. The skinny little bastard taps almost immediately and TAURUS just tosses him away.


Nacho Grande is the final challenger and he is very slow to get in the ring. Nacho quickly holds up his hands as TAURUS makes a move forward. Nacho points towards the mat and tells the big man that he’s a fan and happy to just lay down. TAURUS nods and offers a handshake. Nacho accepts and then goes to rake the eyes of TAURUS, but instead, he gets a knee to the gut and then smacked down into the mat with a pumphandle slam. TAURUS pulls Nacho up, whips him into the corner, and proceeds with an absolutely breathtaking combination of moves that he simply calls, The Display (Running European uppercut followed by an enziguri, followed by a swinging side slam backbreaker, and finished with a split legged moonsault). After that incredible display, Taurus covers and

TWO...

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Your winner of the gauntlet match… TAURUS!

Nick Hanson: Wow! TAURUS runs through 6 opponents, and really suffered very little damage. The combination of attacks and Jimmy Bones' daredevil style threw him off slightly, but he recovered, nearly broke Bones in half with that Big Bull Charge, and then there at the end.

Jim Reynolds: HA, he hit him with the BBC, that works on two levels. In all seriousness though, an incredibly impressive, powerful man, but we’ll see what he does next week in trios action. Right now though, he is victorious and has three gorgeous women congratulating him.

Grace Moretti, Cayla Phoenix, and Juliana Mendoza joined TAURUS in the ring, all three ladies wearing dark green dresses to compliment the ring gear of their newest member. Grace Moretti puts a finger on his chest and gives a silent look of approval as Juliana and Cayla get on their tiptoes and still have to make him stoop down so they can both kiss his cheek. He flexes and stretches out his arms as a spotlight shines down on THE Beautification Movement.

Result: Pin, Pin, Pin, Submission, Submission, Pin

Ollie Linkoln: Stop worrying, I am FINE.

We’re viewing this through the crack of the door to the Janitor’s closet. Inside, Ollie Linkoln is half-dressed in his ring gear and his torso is covered in an array of bandages, the door propped open by a mop bucket as the door locks if closed and Ollie only had brief access to the maintenance staff keys before they were taken away from him. One might wonder why Ollie didn;t change in one of the plentifully available dressing areas. It’s a pretty solid question only Ollie will ever know the answer to.

Ollie Linkoln: Yeah well, I CAN’T let my momentum slip. You can make as much of a case for how much of a fight I put up as you want, all anyone will remember about it in six months is that I lost. The Gravy Train does NOT make stops. The Gravy Train must keep on rolling.

There is a moment where Ollie seems to be listening to Rocky and Ollie responds with a scoff.

Ollie Linkoln: No this isn’t about Johnny. I mean yeah I’m working to get out of Johnny’s shadow and Johnny was able to beat Shields and I can’t stop thinking about that all the time no matter how hard I try and it’s occupying my brain nonstop 24/7 and I try to enjoy eating a pop tart or watching old episodes of Animaniacs and it’s all I can think about but no that has nothing at all to do with it. Freaking. OW.

That ‘ow’ was paired with a pointing gesture that caused Ollie to tug at one of the wounds healing underneath the bandages. Rocky gives Ollie a look.

Ollie Linkoln: I’ll have none of your judgement, I had glass removed from my TAINT so once I am able to fully dress myself which will take another….I’m gonna say 45 minutes to an hour I am going out to that ring and I am issuing an OPEN CHALLENGE to ANYONE who wants ALL THE MONEY in my wallet and who amongst this roster can resist the siren song of 27 dollars and a Baskin Robbins card that only needs TWO more punches for a free small of any flavor. No toppings. Only at participating locations. Offer void in Utah.

Rocky just keeps looking at Ollie.

Ollie Linkoln: No. You aren’t going to convince me otherwise. I’m gonna win, keep that 27 dollars, and celebrate in the morning with a loaded breakfast burrito and SOMEONE can eat at my feet and have whatever bits don’t make it into my mouth.

Rocky is definitely tempted by this offer as spicy egg and sausage nibbles were high on his list of favorite things. Ollie considers the argument won and starts to finish putting his gear on as Rocky heads to the door and Ollie looks over as if Rocky said something to him.

Ollie Linkoln: Ami made you promise? Promise what? Wait, DON’T DO-

But Ollie does not fully realize in time and Rocky pushes the mop bucket into the room, causing the door to slam closed. We see the door handle jiggle and hear a pounding noise as Ollie tries to get out of the Janitors closet he is now locked in. Rocky walks away to go assure Ami that the deed has been done even if she can’t understand him.

Ollie Linkoln: Rocky? Rocky! Not cool man! Come on! I need out of here! I...I already had to pee!

We hear this from behind the door. There is no response.

Ollie Linkoln: I guess I can just go in the corner...

A Janitor walks up and opens the door.

Ollie Linkoln: HEY EFF OFF PERVY, MY DINGLE IS OUT IN HERE! Wait I mean...NO! DANGIT!

The Janitor abruptly closes the door and again Ollie doesn’t realize in time. The Janitor leaves and we hear Ollie sigh behind the door. After a few moments of silence we hear a dial tone for an outgoing call.

Ollie Linkoln: Hello? Yeah. Yeah. He locked me in a closet again.

A few moments pass by as the person on the other line speaks.

Ollie Linkoln: Also a Janitor saw my penis. Uh-huh. Right. Yeah. No, I brought my Switch so I can wait. See you soon.

The camera fades out on the door.
We go from backstage to ringside where General Manager Luthor Callaway is standing in the ring with a table set up and a microphone in his hand. Faith No More’s “Epic” is beginning to fade out with the crowd quieting down as well.

Jim Reynolds: You ready for this, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: Time to find out the destiny of four very fortunate roster members!

Luthor raises the microphone up, finally, with a smirk on his face.

Luthor Callaway: Evenin’ folks. I wanna thank y’all for coming here tonight. In fact, I’ve been out here enough times, I see alotta familiar faces in the crowd. I dig that shit.

He gives a moment for the crowds to cheer and applaud before continuing.

Luthor Callaway: Now then. Y’all know I like to keep things quick and to the point. So, a few weeks ago, on out one hundredth episode of Collision, we had a little Main Event called Destiny Roulette. Five wrestlers. Four cases.

He motions with his fingers for both numbers.

Luthor Callaway: So, before we continue, let’s go on and bring out those four, waiting to find out what destiny’s got in store for them!

Luthor lowers the microphone and turns towards the stage as, one by one, the four individuals make their way out to the ring. Kamila Rose. Ronnie Lester. Jonna Austin. Angel Griffin. Each of them have their briefcase they seized from Destiny Roulette on episode #100. As they enter the ring, they show it off to the fans before setting them down on the table and standing in front of it. Luthor looks at each of them once the entrances are finished and raises his microphone again.

Luthor Callaway: Welcome, welcome. Y’all got some title shots you’re waiting to find out about, huh? That much is a guarantee. But who’s got what, exactly? One of you’s gonna wind up main eventing a card against the World Heavyweight Champion. One of you might co-main event that show or you might main event an episode of Collision in the near future. One of y’all are gonna have to find a tag team partner! What’s it gonna be?

Luthor smirks and looks sideways at the crowd, chuckling a bit.

Luthor Callaway: So let’s begin.

On that note, Kamila Rose stands her case up, almost seeming anxious to find out what’s inside her case. Luthor watches her as she slaps the top of her case, telling him to come over and open it up. The General Manager laughs in amusement.

Luthor Callaway: Someone’s excited.

Luthor starts to slowly inch over to Kamila Rose before he stops and turns abruptly to Angel Griffin.

Luthor Callaway: Angel! Little angel...let’s see what’s inside that case of yours, hmm?

Angel Griffin looks surprised to be chosen first. Kamila Rose scowls across the table. Ronnie Lester just grins while Jonna Austin remains stoic and calm. Luthor Callaway turns Angel’s case towards him and starts working the combination locks until the case clicks. He lifts the lid, reaches in and pulls out the contract envelope with the word “GENESIS” written across it in big bold lettering.

Luthor Callaway: Angel Griffin, ladies and gents, has a Genesis Championship Match to her name! Congratulations.

Nick Hanson: How about that!

Jim Reynolds: I bet you Dona Rotten and Katie Anderson are both paying attention to that announcement!

Nick Hanson: All champions should be watching this!!

He hands the folder to Angel who is over the moon, even speechless.

Luthor Callaway: Next up…

Luthor lifts a hand, looking to point to someone. He starts to point across the table at Kamila Rose but before his arm fully extends, he motions to--

Luthor Callaway: Ronnie Lester! Lemme see that case there, buddy.

Kamila swallows her annoyance down as Ronnie slides his case over to Luthor. The General Manager turns it towards him and opens the locks, lifting the lid up. He looks in and chuckles, reaching for the envelope as he looks up at Ronnie.

Luthor Callaway: Ronnie, you’re a popular guy backstage, yeah? Got alotta buddies?

Ronnie shrugs and nods as if to say “sure, you could say that.” Luthor nods again and lifts the envelope out, showing it to Ronnie and the camera. In big bold letters across the front, is simply the word, “TAG”.

Nick Hanson: Would you look at that!

Jim Reynolds: Who the hell’d wanna tag with him for a title shot?!

Nick Hanson: Hush, Jim.

Luthor Callaway: Folks, Ronnie Lester has a contract, granting him and his choice of partner...to challenge for the Tag Team Championships!

Ronnie’s not one to look a gift horse in the mouth and he happily nods, pumping a fist as he takes the folder from Luthor, shaking his hand. Luthor looks at Jonna and Kamila now, focusing on the latter with a cheshire smirk on his face.

Luthor Callaway: You’re about to blow a gasket, ain’t ya?

Kamila Rose takes a deep breath and steels herself. Luthor laughs and motions for her to slide her case over. She does so, excitedly and leans across the table, bouncing on her feet excitedly. Luthor moves to the locks, pauses and looks at Jonna Austin, motioning for her to slide her case over as well. To the amusement of the crowd, Luthor sets his microphone down and starts to open both cases together, one lock at a time. Luthor opens both cases at the same time and reaches for his microphone. As he reaches inside Kamila Rose’s case, she excitedly grabs it and slides it back over, pulling the folder out. Kamila holds the folder up in both hands, high overhead, shouting out triumphantly, revealing the words on the front: SILVER MOUNTAIN!

Nick Hanson: Well, she couldn’t wait for the boss to reveal it himself, but Kamila Rose has a match for the Silver Mountain Championship!

Jim Reynolds: There’s a hunger in those eyes, Nicky!!

Luthor Callaway looks at the camera, shrugging and motioning to Kamila with her contract.

Luthor Callaway: Well, there you have it. Congratulations, little lady. So that means, Jonna Austin...you know what your destiny is….

He reaches into Jonna’s open briefcase and slowly lifts the folder out, immediately visible with the words “WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT” on the front and extends it out towards her.

Luthor Callaway: Jonna Austin. Not only will you challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship, you will do so as part of the Main Event at Cruel Summer 2, in Miami, Florida on August 31st!!

A little stunned at the realization, Jonna soon gathers herself and takes the folder, holding it high while her other hand sticks a middle finger up in the air to a thunderous pop from the crowd.

Nick Hanson: How about that?!!! How about that!!!

Jim Reynolds: I hope the champions are watching this, Nicky! Especially Damon Cross!! He just found out what his destiny is!!

Nick Hanson: Ugghhhhh, go on and say it. I know you’re gonna, anyway….

Jim Reynolds: BEHOLD!!!! THE!!!!! KINGDOM!!!!!

Luthor Callaway: Let’s hear it for these four, y’all! Well fought and hard earned!

The crowd continues to cheer as the four contract holders now hold their contracts up in place of their briefcases before the shot cuts to the backstage again.
Vanessa Page is walking down a hallway backstage of The Collision Center when she hears a voice call out…

? ? ?: Vanessa?

Vanessa looks around to see who called her name.

Vanessa Page: Ummm.

Malaya Diyosa walked up to Vanessa, smiling at her, as they had met before at previous modeling gigs.

Vanessa Page: Malaya!

Vanessa and Malaya hug.

Malaya Diyosa: How've you been, girl? Tough break about the trios titles.

Vanessa Page: Despite not winning the Trios title match I am doing well. How are you?

Malaya Diyosa: Been doing okay, looking forward to all the competition this place can offer, and if all goes well, getting some gold around my waist.

Vanessa Page: You are going to kill it, girl. Just like Danielle, Bianca, and I will rebound from being screwed out of the Trios titles but we will get to those Second City Rejects in due time.

Malaya Diyosa: Hell yeah. You'll get them eventually.

A voice from the distance would pierce through their conversation.

? ? ?: We sure will.

Vanessa and Malaya look over and see Bianca and Danielle Page walk up to them.

Vanessa Page: B...Danielle. You remember my friend Malaya?

“Classy” Bianca Page: Of course.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: How could we not, V?

Malaya Diyosa: Nice to see you again, ladies.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Pleasured, I am sure.

Malaya Diyosa: (Taken aback) Um ok.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: If there is anything we can do for you let us know because any friend of V is a friend of ours.

Malaya Diyosa: Thank you, gi…

“Classy” Bianca Page: Since we have you here Malaya. Don’t you think we got screwed by those Second City thieves and Luther Calloway to keep our Trios titles away from us?

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Ooooh great question, Bianca.

Vanessa Page: Bianca, let's not bother Malaya with those things right now.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: V, we shoul…

Malaya Diyosa: I really should go. I have some things to do and by the sound of it you three have some things to talk about. Bye, V.

Vanessa hugs Malaya and she walks away.

“Classy” Bianca Page: I am going to take that as a yes.

“Diamond Princess: Danielle Page: I knew she would agree with us.

Malaya Diosa v. DJ From ATL

"Beat of the Rising Sun" played, as we see Malaya Diyosa making her official debut with NFW, as she comes out with Cassie Mason escorting her, as they both are in a matching purple, Mason in a cute dress and Malaya in ring gear as she would make her way to the ring with a microphone in hand, as the DQ of the Windy City makes her way in the ring and speaks aloud, as there is a mixed reaction from the crowd.

Malaya Diyosa: "Some of you are familiar, but, for those who aren't… I am Malaya Diyosa, the Monarch of NFW. And I've arrived here, because this company has some of the best competition to offer… This place has some of the best wrestling in the world, and I am here to prove that I belong among the very best in our sport! I…"

Malaya was pouring her heart out, until she was interrupted by the sounds of the Tomahawk Chomp theme, and the obnoxiously nasally voice of the YouTube Wrestling Community.

DJ: "Heyyyyy! Hey! What are you doing with yourself?! You used to stand for something! You lead the Satsujin Triad, powering the rise of Asian people in wrestling, because as we all know the only good wrestling is in Japan!"

He said, getting obvious boos from the American wrestling audience.

DJ: "Now you're just another hot woman in a sea of Twitter models, thanks to this blonde bimbo!"

Cassie would then snatch the microphone out of his hands, as she spoke to him.

Cassie Mason: "Excuse me?! Pigs like you could never see past skin deep. Malaya is a world class athlete, and you're just a boy hiding behind a keyboard."

She said, as Cassie emasculated him with a chorus of cheers and applause from the crowd at DJ from the ATL's expense. Malaya then followed up.

Malaya Diyosa: "Since you decided to come out all this way, I should give you the honor and privilege of being my first victim…”

She then looked over at Boxcar Jones, who had half a sandwich in his hands, eating it while watching them fight.

Malaya Diyosa: "Ring the bell. This won't last long."

She said, getting ready to fight, as Boxcar Jones would wave for the bell, as Cassie exits the ring.

DJ would try to make some comment that Malaya's a skank that doesn't deserve to be in the ring, as he immediately gets a thrust kick to the gut, which winded him, causing DJ to hold his stomach. Malaya would then run to the ropes, as she bounced off the second rope to catch DJ with a springboard stunner, as she drove her shoulder into his jaw to stagger and cause DJ to fall to the mat.

He gets to his feet, as Malaya gives him a spinning heel kick to the midsection, and combines into a swinging neckbreaker, while taunting him as he was down, saying how many likes this ass beating is going to get. She would then wrench his arm to get DJ up, before clutching his leg and planting him back into the mat with a thunderous Rude Buster, while she counted along with Boxcar for the pin. 1.. 2.. 3!

As the match was over, Cassie brandished a little checkered flag, and waves it for Malaya, as she joined her in celebration of her win, and also sneaks in a brief kick on the sexist wanna-be wrestler, as they make their exit.

Nick Hanson: I normally don’t condone kicking an opponent after the bell but I’d say that jerk deserves it!

Jim Reynolds: Who the fuck does he think he is, anyway?!

Result: Pinfall

The scene cuts to Casey Hollidauy backstage and she looks like she’s a mixed bag of emotions at the moment. She sure looks like she wants to express some excitement, but at the same time she’s looking like she’s quite guarded too. Still, she’s as determined and confident as she can be as she begins to express her thoughts.

Casey Holliday: It’s been a while since you’ve seen me. In fact, I bet many of you don’t even remember seeing me. All I am going to say is that I made a one match appearance about a couple of months ago and that didn’t go well for me. I am not going to make excuses. I am not going to downplay what happened. I got my ass kicked and that was my own fault because I was completely unprepared. At the same time, I made the mistake of thinking that it was a good idea to try and wrestle through a personal pain that I was going through at the time when my father had a leukemia scare going on and I kept it hidden from the masses because I didn’t want anyone to cast judgment on me or something. It didn’t help that, to be completely honest with myself, I joined this company too soon. I joined right after one of the biggest, most traumatizing events of my wrestling career happened at a company that I wrestled at before took place and my confidence was basically through the damn floor. I just wasn’t ready to be part of NFW at that time, but I still tried to push on despite that. That was then, and this is now...

Casey pauses, looking quite relieved that she at least got that off of her chest. The confidence in her that most that know her, know her for, is starting to come out of her.

Casey Holliday: ...I can’t change what happened then. My father helped me get through a lot. I’m glad he overcame his leukemia battle and all, but he didn’t want me to focus so much on that. He wanted me to go out there and do what I’ve done best and can still do best! That’s exactly what I am going to do! This may not be my NFW debut, but what it is however, is my REAL beginning here! Kamila Rose, I’m not going to stand here and pretend that I know the whole book about you, but what I’m about to show this company is everything that I am capable of when I am one hundred percent. I am NOT some fly by night wrestler that is going to fade out of the spotlight after just one match. I am NOT some one match and done wrestler that comes here, has one match and is never heard from again. No, what I’m going to do, Kamila, is compete against you and show this company why I have been successful everywhere I’ve been. What I am going to show this company is that I am one of the most passionate, determined competitors that this roster is ever going to have. What I am going to show NFW is that they have a hidden gem, hell, even a crown jewel in me. Nine championships, two of them being a world title and a host of other accomplishments I can add on top of that, and I’m ONLY 25!

Yeah, maybe I have a history of being a prodigy and all of that but I didn’t come here to be a prodigy. I came here to continue to be successful and to continue to be one of the best young wrestlers in this business. I came here to continue to make my father proud of me for all the hard work and long hours he put into training me to be one of the best in this business especially since he had a life threatening scare that really taught me to not take a damn thing for granted. The last time I was here, I wrestled like if I was playing the victim.

But I’m NOBODY’s victim… and Kamila… my NFW journey has it’s TRUE beginning tonight… and that true beginning will be marked with my first NFW victory! Haters! Gonna! HATE!

Casey maintains her incredible passion and intensity that she’s been known for, for much of her career, as she makes her exit from the locker room.
To the back for a peek inside the locker room of THE Beautification Movement. Juliana Mendoza sits in her custom massage recliner, a large gold tiara with Majestuosa right beneath it. Each had its own little logo, including the newest addition, that big gold Bull Horned T. The man who had run through an assortment of challengers to kick off the in ring action of Collision. Juliana looks back towards the private bathroom and sighs slightly before yelling

Juliana Mendoza: Alright big man, I know you’re a giant, but you barely even broke a sweat out there. Hurry up and come on out. Cayla and Grace are getting together the pre party things for the party Cayla just insisted we had for your sure to be an amazing display of athletic brutality. She was hoping you would do that thing where you hold someone up for a suplex and just stand there and let the blood rush to their head until you drop them down.

The newest member of THE Beautification Movement, THE Beautification Muscle, TAURUS opened the door, a bit of steam coming off of him as his massive frame obscured the light behind him. He took a few more steps forward, a few drops of water dripping as he stood there with a large black and white striped beach towel wrapped around his waist.

TAURUS: All right? I decided to try that exfoliation treatment Miss Moretti suggested, It’s got three levels. Seemed a bit faff at first, but my skin does feel great. As for the suplex thing, tell your fit friend to keep a stopwatch handy next match.

Taurus smirks, already fitting into THE Beautification Movement pretty well, sharing the absolute arrogance of the other members.

Juliana Mendoza: I am sure she will love that.

Juliana teases him a bit, blowing him a kiss as he moves over to his bag when Grace and Cayla push the door open.

Grace Moretti: Ugh. You're liquor choices are hereby revoked, Cayla.

Cayla Phoenix: It's not my fault all their good wine was reserved for some wedding.

Grace Moretti: See, the place was three stars at best. You need to do more research, Cayla…

She said as they place the wine and other spirits upon the table, as Grace spoke to their newest acquisition…

Grace Moretti: Ah, well done. You breezed right through all of those fools with minimal effort. And you made one of those men cry! I'm very impressed.

TAURUS: Aww cheers Miss Moretti. Really it was easy peasy. Those plonkers had to know they were snookered the second they stepped in with me. Takes me longer to spend a penny than it did to beat them.

Juliana gets out of her chair and looks over the alcohol choices, rolling her eyes slightly.

Juliana Mendoza: Ugh, where is the Avión? I already knew they were low on champagne and we were saving for a more important moment, but now I don’t even have any Avión? I don’t even know why we needed to do this right now. Can’t he just put on pants and we go back to the suite. I got the security guards to give me the pool and hot tub keys.

Juliana huffs slightly, grabs a bottle of Patron, and goes over to her chair.

TAURUS: I do appreciate it Cayla, really. Juli there got a point though. Besides, shouldn’t we wait until I’m able to help bring some gold to THE Beautification Movement?

Grace would chuckle a bit, as Cayla hugged his arm a bit with a playful smile and replied to him.

Cayla Phoenix: Of course we will! But, look at you. You demolished six men! We need to celebrate because it's not likely anyone else on the roster could pull off a feat like that.

Grace Moretti: Precisely. Besides, with you in our ranks, it's only a matter of time before we're all draped in gold.

Juliana Mendoza: He really is remarkable, isn’t he Cayla?

Juliana glanced over at her best friend and winked before taking a sip straight from the bottle.

TAURUS: Cheers ladies, truly. Maybe we box this up and head back. Enjoy a more private type of party. They got wild rodents running around here, plus I see that wanker Callaway, likely gonna pop the bloke. What kind of absolute fucking bellend, turns down any single one of you ladies or the opportunity to get in bed with THE Beautification Movement.

Juliana Mendoza: THANK YOU! It’s okay though, I am over that. I didn’t actually care anyway, plus it sort of lead to your arrival and I mean you did destroy six men on your first night here if you include security guards. Dispatched those three idiots at Reckoning Day in what I am certain was the most viewed pre show in the history of this company. Tonight, you were very impressive, especially that bit at the end.

Cayla Phoenix: Oo, yeah! You really rattled that last guy. Keep that up and the three of us will be trios champs in no time!

Grace Moretti: Indeed… however, Juliana does have a point. Staying here is getting very drab, and that homeless man won't stop staring at me…

Grace said, looking around getting vibes that Boxcar Jones was around. Taurus nodded, grabbed out a pair of bright red boxer briefs, slipped them on, then pulled on a pair of black BOSS trousers and a black Burberry London shirt. He gathers up the alcohol, puts it in a box, and tosses it right onto his shoulder.

TAURUS: Well as harmless as I’m sure he is, I think I beat up enough plonkers for the night, What do you say we go and have a proper party?

Juliana Mendoza: Yes, let’s go. These people don’t deserve any more of our time.

Juliana hops up from her chair and heads out, giving TAURUS a smile and a kiss on the cheek as her finger grazes over his chin as she heads out the door he’s holding open.

Grace Moretti: Indeed. Let's get out of here. The incident at the liquor store has already taken away my patience, and I don't feel very personable…

Grace said, rolling her eyes a bit at the fraternization of her clients, as she makes her way out of the room, while Cayla would shake it off.

Cayla Phoenix: Wonder what got into her? Anyway, I think you need an actual workout after those losers barely made you break a sweat.

She said with a playful giggle while looking up at him and placing a hand on his chest, as she looks at him with a lusty gaze.

TAURUS: That’s a sound idea, love.

Taurus smiles as he looks down at her hand, then into her eyes, smirking before Juliana looks back, clears her throat, and the duo exit the locker room and move to catch up to Juliana and Grace as THE Beautification Movement makes their way towards the exit.

Match #3/Singles Match

Casey Holliday v. Kamila Rose

Once the bell wills the two competitors to fight, Casey Holliday and Kamila Rose meet in the middle of the ring while the crowd’s passion thumps through the Collision Center! Locking horns, so to speak, their fingers intertwine in a test of strength, but it looks like the two are evenly matched. Both of them are the same size, their weight almost identical, but soon Casey utilizes her extra five pounds of muscle to bend Kamila into an arch. Kamila fights back, impressively pressing against the other woman’s hands to a standup position before dropkicking Holliday’s leg out from under her! A hurricanrana driver spikes the fan favorite’s head against the mat and flops her back to her knees, only to get stricken down with a flowing snap DDT. Tonight’s spectators boo as loud as possible, watching her taunt with a hand in the air. While she’s distracted, Casey tries to rollup pin her opponent like what she lost to in her NFW debut.

TWO — KICKOUT!

Once the pin attempt’s unsuccessful, Kamila rolls under the ropes to rest on the ring apron. Casey steps close, punching the other woman and knocking her chin onto the rope closest to the rafters. Is she out cold? Casey springboards off the ropes only for Rose to swiftly dodge it after lots of scouting. Grunts leave Holliday’s mouth, pain shooting through her body as she slowly rolls underneath the ropes too. Climbing to her feet with the ropes to help her, she swings a fist at Kamila. Rose does the same to Casey, punching Holliday in the gut before groggily setting up the Rose Clipper standing moonsault side slam. Casey fights out of it, tiredly punching her opponent until she finally nails her own finisher, Stock Plunge corkscrew neckbreaker, right onto the apron! That’s the hardest part of the ring!

Exhausted and worn out by the fight, both Casey and Kamila slowly regain consciousness, but it’s Holliday who gets to her feet first. She Irish whips Kamila back into the ring before the count of eight, and tries for a pin.

TWO!!

THR— KICKOUT!!!

The crowd’s shocked at the sight of that kickout, booing the tenacious Rose for not giving up! Casey gestures, breathing heavily as she urges her opponent to climb to their feet from behind. When Kamila’s in position, Casey spins her around and hits a second Stock Plunge finisher in the middle of the canvas!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall!! CASEY...HOLLIDAY!!!

Nick Hanson: Casey picks up a win here on Collision! Well done!

Jim Reynolds: Against a contender for the Silver Mountain Title, too!

Nick Hanson: Wonder if that’ll go to show for something!

Jim Reynolds: Who knows, Nicky? Who knows? As always, time will tell!

Result: Pinfall

The scene opens up backstage with Josh Davidson standing by.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time, "The Devil's Angel", Rayola Davine.

The camera pans out to show Rayola approach with a smile on her face. She gives a quick hug and cheek kiss to Josh.

Josh Davidson: Thank you Ray. You overcame what seemed an incredible feat at Reckoning Day defeating Jamie Austin. What's next for you?

Rayola Davine: Reckoning Day was quite literally the sum of everything I have gone through since I got here. If you look where I stand right now, I'm in a shit spot. But the way I see it, every time I lose, I'm learning. And every time I get back up and face bullies like Jamie, like the Kingdom in general, I'm always going to win on some level.

Rayola smirks a little and continues.

Rayola Davine: Jamie said something that really got to me though: TRIOCS is gone. And I thought maybe that's true. And then I remembered, no, I'm still here. I'm still here where Xander and Ryleigh encouraged me to be, where people like Angel and Isidora welcomed me. TRIOCS is no more, that's true as far as any official capacity here, but it's not gone.

Rayola looks at the camera directly.

Rayola Davine: TRIOCS came here to do one thing, to show that you don't need to be a psycho or a showboat to go far. Yes, I'm eclectic in my own way, but in the end, my ring work speaks for itself. No real flash, just all pure athletic ability and talent. That's what I'm here for. That's what I'll continue to do.

Rayola gives a slight pause as the camera zooms in.

Rayola Davine: Watch me fly.

Ray nods respectfully at Josh before walking off again. Josh watches her go as the scene fades out.
The scene opens with an extreme closeup of Sierra Silver’s face.

Sierra Silver: Boo!

The shot zooms out to reveal Sierra standing on the edge of a volcano. Her hair blows in the wind, creating a feeling of fierceness and domination.

Sierra Silver: Did that scare you?? It’s like one of those jumpscares! Oh, but I’m sorry if I scared anyone TOO much! Here’s a hug to make you feel better!

Sierra runs up to the camera and gives it a big hug before stepping back, on the very edge of the volcano, the heels of her feet hanging over the edge. She breaks out into song.

Sierra Silver: Sierraaaaaaa! Sierraaaaa! At last, you’re on your ownnnnnnn!!!! That’s right! I love Ian dearly but it was time for us to spread our wings and fly on our own! Like baby birds leaving the nest!

Sierra throws her arms out wide, causing the environment behind her to wobble. She cringes a bit, anticipating some kind of impact. But when nothing happens, she awkwardly straightens herself out, dusts herself off, and straightens an imaginary tie before continuing.

Sierra Silver: Anywhale! Now I need to prepare myself for the BIG things in front of me, like my exciting match with my old nemesis, Morgan Payne, when I challenge her for her Silver Mountain championship! The title that was named after me! I mean… I don’t think it was actually named after me... but… Shush! Let me dream! Now! Like any good evildoer, I’m going to announce my evil scheme with you! First, I’m going to wrestle Morgan purely and win her championship, making me the queen of the Silver Mountain! Then! When I’m finally in a position of power, I will erect my evil kingdom! Naturally, inside a volcano like a truly evil villain!

Silver turns around, puts her hand over her eyes like a visor, and leans forward to gaze into the volcano. But she leans too far and bonks her head against something, causing the background to wobble again. She stands up and holds her hand out to stop the wobbling. She lets out a sigh and turns around again.

Sierra Silver: That’s right! This volcano will become the new home base for my evil empire once I achieve my goal! I will be Sierra Silver Mountain! The greatest evil name ever!! And so, while I may not be competing tonight, just know I am training super duper hard to prepare myself to beat Morgan and win that gold! Er… Silver… You know what I mean! But until then, I will leave you with this! Hiyah!

Sierra winds up and throws a jump kick towards the camera, more so a playful jump than an actual kick. When she lands, the background wobbles one last time before finally falling over, collapsing onto Silver, covering her with the dark sky and orange mouth of the volcano. She struggles to free herself as the image vanishes and is replaced with the pure green of a greenscreen. It is revealed she is simply somewhere backstage in the Collision Center.
We’re taken backstage as we see Kai Morgan dancing around by some equipment. He’s wearing a pair of wireless headphones on his head, the music playing through being vaguely picked up by the camera’s mic.

Kai Morgan (singing slightly off-key): In another life, another place, there was a shadow without a face…

From the corner of the screen, Josh Davidson approaches Morgan with a microphone, unbeknownst to Kai.

Josh Davidson: Kai?

Kai Morgan (still singing): I wasn’t born to be the skeleton you see…

Josh Davidson: KAI!

Kai turns around and finally notices Davidson

Kai Morgan (still singing): Born from the purity of...SHIT!!

Startled, Kai yanks off his headphones and angrily acknowledges Davidson

Kai Morgan: For fucks sake!! Why are you so obsessed with me? Don’t you have other people to ask questions to, John?

Josh Anderson: It’s Josh…

Kai Morgan: I don’t give a fuck! The hell do you want, James?

Josh Anderson: Well Kai, two weeks ago, you and Tommy Janes came to blows right here in the backstage area…

Kai Morgan (interrupting): No, no, no. See, there you are doing a terrible job at being a “broadcast journalist” yet again! Here, give me the microphone so I can show you how to do your job!

Josh Anderson (meekly): I-I’m sorry, I don’t think I ca---

Kai Morgan (interrupting): I wasn’t asking…

Josh reluctantly hands Kai the microphone and Kai immediately reacts by laying an arm over Davidson’s shoulder.

Kai Morgan: Jacob, two weeks ago you watched with your very own eyes as “The Bastard Prince” Tommy Janes fully lived up to the “bastard” part of his name, by taking a cheap shot at yours truly! Now this was done because he took exception to me taking exception to him calling himself the “Best Damned Thing”. You caught up so far, Joey?

Kai puts the mic up to Josh, before instantly pulling it away.

Kai Morgan: Oh good, you got it! So with that said, let me ask you a question, Jose: Why would a man who calls himself the “Best Damned Thing” need to resort to taking cheap shots at me backstage?

Kai again puts the mic up to Josh, before again immediately pulling it away.

Kai Morgan: Aaht! Wrong answer! I’ll tell ya why, Josiah. He needs to do that because he knows that we wouldn’t stand a chance against me otherwise.

Kai switches his focus from Davidson to the camera.

Kai Morgan: See...Tommy wants to talk all this and that about what he thinks I’m good at. He says I’m good for “running my mouth”...which is spot on. I rock this mic better than you 100% of the time Tin Tin. Don’t you forget it! He says I’m good at “catching hands”...*chuckles*...Sure, Jan. But one thing that my boy has never gone for is my ability between those ropes.

Kai’s monologue is interrupted by the slight squirming of Davidson under his arm. Kai looks down at him.

Kai Morgan: What are you still doing here, Jason? Fuck outta here! Go! Vamos! Scram!

Josh awkwardly shuffles off, leaving Kai alone with a microphone

Kai Morgan: See, I know, you all know, and as we saw two weeks ago, even TOMMY knows that I can beat him in that ring...guy’s not far off with that either. Don’t get me wrong. Janes has got it all. For lack of a better term, he passes the airport test with flying colors, and no one can walk that line of style and substance between those four corners quite like him…

Kai looks dead down the lense now, his speech becomes more intense.

Kai Morgan: No one...but ME! And next Tuesday, I’m gonna get the chance to prove it. Collision 103, I’m gonna prove once and for all that the L-B-I-C is ultimately the B-D-T! Tommy, I’ll see you on the ice, and just know that your hundred dollar shoes and shiny Rolex’s aren’t gonna help you shine when I make you fade into obscurity! And THAT...is the TRUTH!!

Kai drops the microphone and places his headphones back on his head as we cut out.

Match #4/Singles Match

Milisandre Crowthorne v. Jeszika Gautier

The bell sounds and Milisandre just shows a sadistic, twisted little smile on her face as she looks right at Jeszika. Jeszika doesn’t avert her gaze, instead she comes charging in head first and drives Milisandre into the corner and delivers a few chops to the chest before whipping her out into the opposite corner and charging in, delivering a corner splash. She snapmares Milisandre out of the corner and hits the ropes, delivering a sliding forearm before going for a cover, but Milisandre bridges out at one. She stands up as does Jeszika who delivers a series of forearms before delivering a springboard cutter that causes Milisandre to roll out of the ring. Jeszika hits the ropes and delivers a suicide dive on Milisandre before rolling her back into the ring. Jeszika climbs up onto the apron and waits for Milisandre to get up to her feet. Once she does, Jeszika goes for a springboard forearm, but Milisandre catches the arm and and delivers an arm drag.

Milisandre catches Jeszika as she goes for another forearm and delivers an exploder suplex before she grabs Jeszika by the leg and tries to lock in a kneebar. Jeszika is quick to make it to the ropes before the hold can be locked in, forcing a break. Milisandre grabs Jeszika and pulls her out of the ropes and back to her feet where she sends Jeszika into the corner. Milisandre gets a running start and delivers a running high knee in the corner before stepping back and delivering a second and then a third. She pulls Jeszika out of the corner and delivers yet another exploder suplex before she grabs Jeszika and locks in Grasp of Cthulhu. Jeszika reaches out for the ropes, but she can’t quite make it as she fights to hold on. Milisandre though, quickly transitions the hold right into Grip of Cthulhu and now Jeszika is trapped and she tries to fight as long as she can before she just has no choice but to tap out.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, Milisandre Crowthorne!

James Reynolds: Milisandre coming back in a huge way, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Once she has that submission locked in, there’s no escaping, that’s for sure.

Result: Submission

We go to Matt Shields, sitting in what he calls his Hall of Horror. He’s sitting in an electric chair, wearing leopard stripe track pants, and no shirt, the wounds from his battle a week earlier fading, but still very visible, especially the scar on his forehead. He hops up from the chair, grimaces slightly, and then smirks.

Matt Shields: Howdy fuckos. Do you like the chair? It’s from The Horror Show. Shit movie, but one of the best damn electric chair death scenes ever. I don’t have these fucking cameras here to show off my collection of horror and action movies and television memorabilia though. Nope nope nope nope nope. They’re here and y’all are watching because I have some very important things to say, but since I wasn’t booked and I have three more days of putting god damn burn ointment on my back from that fucking explosion, you all get to see my little slice of paradise.

He does a little spin and the camera moves with him showing off a very large room filled with all kinds of things. There’s a life size Frankenstein Monster, several full size Gremlin features, the chainsaw from Evil Dead 2, posters, and all kinds of other gory, gruesome, cool shit.

Matt Shields: First things first. I told you so. I said I was going to walk out of Reckoning Day as the winner, and I god damn did it. It wasn’t easy though, was it Ollie boy? No no, you made damn sure of that. Gotta tell you, kid, I’ve never been happier to be wrong about someone. I was certain that ten minutes in, you were gonna crumble and I was going to be left unsatisfied. You didn’t let that happen though. You stayed in there until the very end, made me pull out a bunch of dirty little tricks and the big guns. For that Ollie, you have my blessing to go after one of those little pieces of leather and tin. I could give two fucks about those soulless scraps, but they seem important to people in NFW, and I remember you tried to go and get one for yourself. Unfortunately, you did that before we were done, so I had to stop you, but now you’re free. Just make sure of one thing Oliver. If you get yourself a shot at one of them glorified soulless paperweights, you bring what you brought against me. You can have your fun, make your jokes, but if that bell rings and I don’t see what I say from you at Reckoning Day, I’ll revoke that privilege and our lessons will begin again. Don’t let me down, Oliver. I’m ready for the next fight, and you’re probably tired of me anyway. So go on and get yourself some “gold”.

Shields kind of grunts and there’s a slight eye roll to accompany the finger quotes as he moves through the Hall of Horror and stops in front of a massive ax.

Matt Shields: Next week, I’ll bet at Collision, and I want a match Callaway. Then, after I beat down whatever pour soul is put across from me, I am going to take the mic and make this exact challenge. Who the fuck wants some of The Knightmare King? Who’s the next fucko to step up to the walking horror movie. Who is going to be CRAZY enough to answer the call for blood? Don’t let me down, don’t disappoint me. I need more blood, more carnage, more violence. The maniacal motherfucker isn’t through yet. Still standing, still breathing, still fucking fighting. So who? Who is that bastard or bitch crazy enough to finally put down the immortal irredeemable insufferable god of violence?

Shields just smirks and reaches out his hands, almost as if he’s begging someone, anyone, to crawl through the camera and fight him. He pulls back and turns, his back showing the scars of battle before we fade to black.
The scene opens up to a figure sitting in a chair. The room is completely dark except for a single light that shines down on the chair. Eventually the figure removes their hood, and looks into the camera, revealing that it's Katie Anderson. She looks into the camera, a hard look on her usually soft features.

Katie Anderson: Reckoning Day last Tuesday night was without a doubt the best match of my career. Even though I came up short by just inches, I'd say it was the best match of my career because Dona gave me the fight of my life.

She shifts slightly in the chair.

Katie Anderson: Then again, I think Dona would say that I was one of her tougher opponents. We took each other to the limit, and tonight we get to do it again. But this time the results will be different. Tonight the Genesis championship comes home with me.

Zoey Madigan-Star: And no one in their right mind would doubt you.

The voice comes out of nowhere. The source soon walks out of the darkness behind the chair, appearing to almost melt into view. Katie’s manager puts her hands on the woman’s shoulder, smiling at the camera. Katie smiles as he puts her hand on top of Zoey's.

Katie Anderson: Well, I am sure Dona doubts it, but of course that's her job. I expect that tonight will be more intense than the last time we danced. This is going to be a match to remember. [/color]

Nodding firmly, Zoey speaks up again.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Dona, you are an amazing woman and a great champion. You and I have worked together in the past, so I say that with conviction. At Reckoning Day, it took everything you had to put my client, my friend, away. Tonight, with what she learned in that match, Katie is going to become the new Genesis Champion. That is a fact.

Her smile is maintained but the Magical Maiden is quite serious, fully supporting her charge.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Then, of course, I’m sure you’ll come knocking for a rematch… which we will be happy to offer. Because, like you, we know the value of championship gold and putting on as amazing of a show as possible. Right, Katie?

Katie smirks and nods her head.

Katie Anderson: Damn right we do. After tonight when you walk out without the belt, just know that you will have a rematch coming Dona. Reckoning Day may have been your moment. You got the win, but tonight? Tonight is my night.

She turns her head toward Zoey and smiles.

Katie Anderson: Correction, tonight is OUR night. This woman has had my back since the moment I returned, and tonight will be for her just as much as for me.

Zoey Madigan-Star: I’m just a very pretty instigator and motivator.

The magician replies with a grin and a wink. Katie chuckles and stands, moving next to Zoey, she smiles and wraps an arm around Zoey's shoulder.

Katie Anderson: You are more than that, you know it..

She smiles and playfully nudges Zoey.

b]Katie Anderson:[/b] Alright girl, it's almost time to go. Dona and I have another date, I am so glad I have you with me. This time we will be celebrating victory, it's going to be a good night.

Katie and Zoey nod to each other, then step off into the darkness. A door can be heard opening, followed suddenly by the sound of a smack. Zoey yelps playfully, Katie giggling as the door shuts and the camera fades to black.

Match #5/Singles Match

Jasmine Matthews v. Isidora Jansen

The match begins with a contest of strong style attacks between Isidora Jansen and Jasmine Matthews! Stiff shot after stiff shot, including a contest of knife-edge chops across their chests, and the fans rally along.


The stiff shots and knife-edge chops are literally resounding within the Collision Center! Suddenly, Isidora changes things up with an Ipponzei (over-the-shoulder arm drag). Jasmine’s quick to her feet and she lashes out with standing and jumping knee strikes. Isidora comes back with a series of kicks and a surprise hip attack. When Jasmine staggers back, Isidora seizes her with a rolling judo throw and goes for a quick pin, but Jasmine kicks out! Isidora swiftly transitions into a kneebar, causing Jasmine to writhe in pain. It comes as a surprise when Jasmine seizes Isidora by her hair and violently elbows her.

With the submission hold broken, the ladies back up and get back to their feet. Matthews slightly favors her knee before she shakes it off. Jansen bounces from foot-to-foot before she rushes Matthews. The Queen of the Kingdom ducks under the clothesline attempt and runs against the ropes. She tries for a forearm smash, but Jansen avoids it -- yet still she increases her speed, bounces against the ropes, and sends Jansen onto the mat with a spear! Matthews goes for the cover and hooks the leg, but Jansen kicks out. Before Jansen can even move, Matthews is right on top of her and she attacks with braced knee strikes to the ribs.

Jasmine keeps the advantage for a little while longer. She even catches Isidora with “Bloodline” (Step-Up Enzuigiri)! When Jasmine goes for the cover, however, Isidora kicks out at two. Jasmine’s bloodlust continues to drive her as she viciously attacks Isidora while she’s down. Referee Hiroki Tanaka has to actually count against her. After “five!”, he warns her, all the while Jasmine scoffs. She drags Isidora to her feet and launches her towards the ropes with an Irish whip. She goes for a spinning elbow strike, but Isidora ducks underneath the attack and retaliates with her signature Handspring Backflip into the Tornado DDT! Once more, Isidora covers and hooks Jasmine’s leg, but she kicks out at two.

Jansen takes over and holds onto the advantage -- literally with a variety of submission holds! A fujiwara armbar, an ankle lock that transcends into a bridging German suplex, but Matthews kicks out. Gritting her teeth, Jansen suddenly drops Matthews with a double knee facebreker. Ascending to the top turnbuckle, Jansen steadies herself and takes off for “Flight of the Phoenix” (Corkscrew Shooting Star Press), but Matthews gets her knees up at the last second! Jansen crash lands and falls onto her side in agony. Still shaking off the cobwebs, Matthews slowly gets to her feet and stalks Jansen who’s trying to recover. Jansen cradles her ribs with one arm, her other hand on the mat to push herself up, and she gets up… only for Matthews to blast her with “The Ice Cold” (Skipping Mafia Kick)! There’s a mixture of reactions when Jansen goes down with a THUD. Matthews drops over her, hooks the leg, and scores the three-count!


Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match… “The Fanged Rose” JASMINE MATTHEWS!

Jim Reynolds: Ladies and gentlemen, BEHOLD THE KINDGOM!

Nick Hanson: A valiant effort by Miss Isidora Jansen, but--

Jim Reynolds: She was no match for the Queen! BEND THE KNEE, BABY! Haha!

Nick Hanson: You’re such a Kingdom fanboy, Jim...

Jim Reynolds: Shut it, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Collision #102 continues, folks!

Collision returns and immediately the fans are up and making noise as State of Mine’s “Rise” starts to play. After a few moments of anticipation, Damon Cross walks out onto the stage with Danielle Debaillion on his arm. There’s a bandage covering the nasty head wound he took in his title defense against Yukiko Kusanagi and Reckoning Day, and other evidence of the war he went through with the Demolition Angel, but all of it is outshined by the title over his shoulder.

Nick Hanson: Welcome back to Collision, fans! It appears that the World Heavyweight Champion is here to address the Collision Center!

Jim Reynolds: Oh? He gonna apologize for almost ending Yukiko Kusanagi’s career?

Nick Hanson: Okay, it was a hard-hitting match, yes, but I hardly think he tried to end Yukiko’s career, Jim.

Jim Reynolds: Really? Cause it didn’t look to me like he was gonna let go of that Father’s Sin at the end of the match until the brat finally yelled at him!

Nick Hanson: You really wanna speak about Leina that way? Doesn’t seem smart to me.

The couple makes their way to ringside, with Damon interacting with the fans a bit on the way down, as does Danni. Upon reaching the apron, the champion holds the ropes for his wife and manager, then steps in himself. Danielle retrieves a microphone as Cross walks to mid-ring, up to the ropes, standing with the title on his shoulder. He accepts the stick, clears his throat, and gets down to the matter at hand before “Rise” even finishes fading out.

Damon Cross: God is dead. Long live the Redeemer.

Relief sweeps through the arena, albeit subtly; clearly no one wanted to see the return of the God of Ascension any more than Damon did. But the need is done and, according to the champion, he’s done with that title and that state of mind. The fans are cheering still and he gives them a moment to calm before starting up again.

Damon Cross: Here is where we stand, friends: Yukiko Kusanagi put me through hell in almost every way imaginable. Take nothing away from her. But I did what I said I would do and thus I still stand before you as the World Heavyweight Champion. Where we go from here, however… well, you saw what happened.

Damon gestures toward the big screen where the last moments of the match between Katelin Descarrilado and Cass Baumer are shown again. The reaction from the fans is… less than pleasant, as is expected. When the camera turns back to Damon, he’s watching as well with a tired shake of his head.

Damon Cross: Say what you will about Baumer; I’ve said my share. But at least she has a sense of what’s right and wrong. Descarrilado on the other hand, well… if you can’t say anything nice...

He smirks, leaving it at that as Danielle gathers a microphone of her own. The fans are more than happy to hear from the Pink Sugarplum Fairy as she raises the mic to her lips.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) ♪Don’t say anything at all!♫

Her cute little sing-song voice makes her even more delightful. She bounces up and down, clearly expressing her enthusiasm, and she smiles.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) In all honesty, the next challenger could be anyone! Though after what happened at Reckoning Day, I’m not sure if it’s going to be Cass…

A thoughtful look crosses her facial features. She even taps her chin with her right forefinger.

Damon Cross: It isn’t, my queen. Didn’t you see and hear earlier? Jonna Austin won the title shot. So she’ll be the next one to step up and face redemption. Like lightning out of a clear, blue sky, really. But there it is. Anything can happen in NFW, and this is proof.

Damon considers seriously for a moment, stepping back from the ropes and to the side of Danielle.

Damon Cross: I have only this to say, Jonna: learn from the mistakes of those who came before you. We’re going to fight and it’s going to be violent. But there’s no need to make things personal. You have an opportunity to do this right. Let’s see what you make of that opportunity. Because, I, for one, am done with wasting time and energy on disrespect and mind games.

The camera comes in close and his eyes narrow. Danielle is still in the shot as well, looking rather intense all on her own. She reaches out and places a gentle hand on her husband’s shoulder. The attempt to reassure him does not go unnoticed. With her gaze returning to the camera, she brings up her mic once more.

Danni Anderson (◡‿◡✿) My daughter and I would really appreciate it if you two kept it to just business, Jonna. There’s no need to make this battle personal. Settle everything in the ring and fight to the best of your abilities.

Jim Reynolds: She’s delirious if she thinks the Kingdom will yield to such a request!

Nick Hanson: You forget Danni is friends with the Kingdom, Jim. Most of them attended their wedding.

Damon Cross: But this IS the Kingdom we’re talking about, sweetheart...

Damon soliloquizes, putting on an expression of exaggerated fatigue. He shakes his head a bit, continuing in a low tone.

Damon Cross: ...and that means absolutely nothing to me. I’ve beaten the best the Kingdom has to offer. Five of them, back to back, couldn’t stop me. And the very best of you? I took her title. Twice. So with all due respect, Jonna? Take my wife’s advice: tell them to stay out of your way and handle this on your own.

Setting down the microphone, Damon takes Danielle’s arm in his as “Rise” starts to play again, leading her out of the ring and to the backstage area.

Following the show’s final commercial break, Roger Arden announced the main event as the NFW Genesis Championship match. The rematch from Reckoning Day III. Dona Rotten entered the ring first, always prone to do things how she wanted. She raised the title high before handing it off to the referee and getting ready for the match. “Confident” by Demi Lovato came on over the PA system and Roger Arden began to announce the challenger, Katie Anderson but there was no sign of her coming out of the tunnel at all. The music stopped and there was a pause as Dona turned to Referee James Greer to ask what could possibly be the problem. Greer shrugged, evidently as confused as she was. The music restarted and Roger Arden attempted to introduce Katie Anderson again but still, there was no sign of her. It was then that all of a sudden the cameras were rushing backstage where the ring doctor and some referees were seen gathered around someone lying on the floor.

Nick Hanson: Whoa, wait a minute, now. What the hell’s going on here? Is that…?

Jim Reynolds: That looks like Katie, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: That’s Katie Anderson!! What the hell?!

When the camera was able to get through the crowd of officials, there was no mistaking Katie Anderson, lying on the floor, face down, barely conscious; a look of pain twisted on her face as the ring doctor told her to try not moving too much.

Nick Hanson: What’s going on here?! What happened?!

During the commotion, one security guard brought his radio up off of his belt.

Guard #1: Go ahead.

Guard #2: I’m gonna need some assistance back by the locker rooms. I’ve got Zoey Madigan down, back here.

Guard #1 looked up with a grave expression on his face before motioning to another security guard to grab some people and head to the back.

Jim Reynolds: Did he say Zoey Madigan-Star is down too?!

Nick Hanson: He did, Jim! At least it sounded like it. I don’t like this.

The camera went back to the ring as referee Heather Young came running down the walkway to relay something to James Greer. Greer looked reluctant as he went over to relay further to Roger Arden, who finally announced to the audience.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, I am being told by Senior Official James Greer that due to Katie Anderson’s inability to make it to the ring, that she will forfeit tonight’s match--

Crowd: BOOOOOOOOO!!!!

Roger Arden: --therefore, your winner of this match...and still NFW Genesis Champion...DONA...ROTTEN!!

Nick Hanson: Well that’s crappy!

Jim Reynolds: Gotta agree, Nicky….

Even Dona Rotten looked unhappy as she threw her hands up as a nonverbal “what the fuck” and started talking with the referee. James Greer was in the middle of responding and explaining when all of a sudden “TEARS” by HEALTH came on over the PA and everyone’s attention went to the stage, Dona Rotten’s included.

Nick Hanson: What in the world?

Dona Rotten stepped to the center of the ring, watching the stage as “TEARS” continued to play. She pushed some hair out of her face, watching carefully...almost curiously.

Jim Reynolds: We got Katelin Descarrilado’s music but I don’t see Katelin, Nicky. The hell’s going on tonight?! Is every--WHOA!!

Nick Hanson: WAIT A MINUTE!!!!

Commentary and the audience alike suddenly erupted as a woman came jumping over the barricade and slid into the ring behind Dona Rotten and WALLOPED her in the back of the head with the Wildcard briefcase!!! Dona Rotten hit the back as Katelin brought the briefcase up and began driving it down across her back, her ribs, her head, just beating her with it. Mercilessly!

Nick Hanson: KATELIN DESCARRILADO JUST CAME OUTTA THE CROWD!! SHE...SHE’S...WHAT IS SHE DOING?!

Jim Reynolds: Well aside from the obvious, I don’t know, Nicky! She’s beating the hell out of Dona Rotten!!

Nick Hanson: BUT FOR WHAT?!

Referee James Greer stepped in to try and pull Katelin away from Dona but the woman spun around and suddenly shoved the briefcase right against his chest, forcing him to hold it. She then began shouting, pointing at the case then down at Dona Rotten. James Greer looked down at Dona and shook his head, appearing to try and reason with Katelin but she could then be heard saying “Anytime! Anywhere!” She pushed him back and stood there waiting with that ice cold look in her eyes. Reluctantly, James Greer turned and passed the briefcase off to the timekeeper before having a word with Roger Arden. Even the ring announcer himself looked disgusted and shook his head before bringing the microphone up.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen...Senior Referee James Greer has just informed me...that Katelin Descarrilado is, hereby, exercising her right to cash in the Wildcard Contract at anytime...anywhere...for any NFW Championship she wishes.

Nick Hanson: Waaaaaait a damn minute!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: What?! Are you serious?!

Roger Arden: Therefore...this match...is scheduled for one fall...and it is for the NFW Genesis Championship!!

Nick Hanson: You gotta be kidding me!!!!

Jim Reynolds: HAH!!! That’s brilliant!! She is brilliant!!!!

Nick Hanson: You condone this?!

Jim Reynolds: I love this!!!

Katelin Descarrilado pressed for the referee to ring the bell as she watched Dona Rotten start trying to get up; staring her down like a predator waiting to move in for the kill. Reluctantly, once Dona made it up to her feet and turned towards Katelin to actually notice her for the first time, the bell was rung and Descarrilado came running in for a Running Knee Strike but Dona managed to step to the side and shove her at the turnbuckle. Fans started chanting for Dona, riling behind the battered champion as she bit through the pain and came running in but Katelin caught her with a kick to the ribs she had used the briefcase on and Dona halted in her steps. Katelin ran out of the corner and caught Dona with a Sleeper Hold Takedown right into the mat. She didn’t let up, however and transitioned right into the Rail Tie!!

Nick Hanson: Katelin’s got the Rail Tie locked in!!! That’s gonna work that neck that she attacked with that case! This can’t be good for Dona!!

Jim Reynolds: Certainly good for Katelin, though!!!

Nick Hanson: You disgust me!! Come on, Dona!! Not here! Not like this!!

Katelin wrenched back on Dona’s neck in that Cobra Clutch Crossface hold as the referee got down in front of Dona to check if she wanted to submit. He listened to her and watched the hand of the arm Katelin had pulled back around her neck for any sign. Dona yelled out in pain and anger but Katelin just pulled back even harder, going as hard as she could. Dona could be seen mouthing “god...fucking...damn it…” before the hand the referee was watching for started tapping on her shoulder to signal the end. James Greer immediately called for the bell and demanded Katelin Descarrilado to let go of her but physically pulled her off as “TEARS” by HEALTH came on again.

Jim Reynolds: YEEEEEEESSSSS!!!!!

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by submission….and...new NFW Genesis Champion...The Ice Queen...Katelin Descarrilado!!

As soon as he was finished saying it, Roger Arden switched off his mic and tossed it onto the timekeeper’s table before storming off towards the back.

Nick Hanson: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!! DAMN IT!!!! DAMN IT!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Oh calm down, Nicky! Y--

Nick Hanson: I WILL NOT CALM DOWN!!!! GODDAMN IT!!! THIS WAS NOTHING SHORT OF A ROBBERY!!!!! A LOWDOWN, GODDAMN, FUCKING ROBBERY!!

Jim Reynolds and others in earshot of Nick Hanson sat by in genuine shock at the man’s unusually colorful language as the referee presented Katelin with the Genesis Championship. The Devil In The Details took the title from him with a cold, wicked smirk, raising it high over her head as the credits rolled. Viewers from home could hear the sound of a headset being removed as Nick Hanson threw his down and stormed away from ringside.

Jim Reynolds: Well...there goes Nicky, everyone. Guess this is up to me to say congratulations to Katelin Descarrilado! New Genesis Champion! We’ll see you all next week! Deuces!!

Katelin Descarrilado remained in the ring, casually flaunting her newly won title off to the booing crowd as they literally began to throw bits of trash into the ring at her and the shot faded to black….