NFW Collision #103 - 07/13/2021!

Nick Hanson: Hello, good evening and welcome ladies and gentlemen!!! We’re glad you could join us for another exciting episode of NFW Collision!!

Jim Reynolds: It’s gonna be a lit one, Nicky!! Championships are on the line and so much more!!

Nick Hanson: Yes, indeed, Jim. New Genesis Champion, Katelin Descarrilado will defend in a rematch against former champion Dona Rotten.

Jim Reynolds: Which I don’t fully agree with. You lost the belt, to the back of the line!

Nick Hanson: Dona has had multiple defenses, Jim. She’s earned her rematch!

Jim Reynolds: Oh and I suppose Sierra Fucking Silver deserves this Silver Mountain Championship match tonight?

Nick Hanson: Hey, c’mon now. Don’t taint that sweet girl’s name like that. She’s taken the champ to the limit before. I’d say Morgan Payne has her hands full tonight! Mind you, there’s that knee injury she’s been reported to have sustained over the weekend.

Jim Reynolds: Let’s just get on with the show. Jeez, Nicky.

Nick Hanson: Opening contest, tag team action folks! Get ready!

Sorelle della Tempesta v. Gallus Mag

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Isidora Jansen and Saoirse Maguire start off for their teams. The two draw closer and closer to one another before attempting to lock up. But Psycho has the upper hand, slipping behind Isidora and catching her in a waistlock. Psycho takes her to the mat and gets her in a seated position on the mat, waistlock still applied. The two struggle for control, but eventually Isidora is able to make it to her feet. She gets an arm around Psycho’s neck and drops back down to the mat, driving Psycho’s face straight into her shoulder!

Psycho staggers back. But before she can get too far, Isidora grabs the right arm and throws Psycho over her shoulder! She rolls with the throw, making it to her feet as Psycho’s now the one in a seated position. Seeing this, Isidora unwinds a stiff Roundhouse Kick to the side of her head, sending Psycho to the mat completely! Isidora with the pin.

ONE…!

TWO…!

Kick Out by Psycho! Isidora’s visibly frustrated now. Seeing her lose focus, Noelle calls for her sister to tag in so she can get the job done herself. Isidora reluctantly acquiesces and makes the tag, bringing Noelle into the match! Meanwhile, Psycho attempts to crawl to her corner to tag in Bruiser. She makes it to her feet and is mere fingertips away from her partner, but Noelle quickly slides in front of Psycho and sends her away with a Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick! Psycho falls back to one knee in the center of the ring before slowly attempting to rise to her feet. Seeing this, Noelle runs for the ropes behind her to gain momentum. She goes for the ropes in front of Psycho and does a handspring before bouncing back upright to hit a Stunner, but NO!

Psycho catches her opponent, puts her in position, and hits her with a Half-Nelson Suplex! Noelle makes it to a kneeling position before Psycho turns and hits her with a Knee Strike to her face! Noelle is reeling, but she remains upright. Psycho sees this, and hits her with a Roundhouse Kick to send her to the mat fully! Still weary and out on her feet, Psycho collapses to the mat with the kick, leaving both competitors off a vertical base! Psycho starts to make the long crawl towards her corner, with Bruiser waiting frantically! Noelle, still groggy and seeing no other option, goes for her corner as well! The race is on, as Noelle seems to have the lead. Psycho reaches out for Bruiser, but she’s nowhere close to the tag. Noelle is fingertips away, but Psycho wins the race with a huge leap of faith towards Bruiser for the tag!

Bruiser leaps into the ring like a house of fire! She immediately runs to Sorelle Della Tempesta’s corner and sends Isidora crashing from the apron with a Forearm Smash! She turns around and hits a kneeling Noelle with a Penalty Kick, sending her staggering to her feet! Bruiser runs the ropes, bringing Noelle’s head down for a Running Knee Lift straight into a Neckbreaker! She calls for Noelle to get up, before hitting her with the Freedom Punch! Psycho makes it back to the apron now, and Bruiser tags her back in. The two take a corner each as Noelle rises to her knees. Bruiser and Psycho charge her and hit Taranis! Psycho makes the pin with Bruiser climbing on top!

ONE…!

TWO…!

THREE!

Ding! Ding! Ding!

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, by pinfall...Saoirse Maguire...Becca Maguire...GALLUS...MAG!!

Nick Hanson: And the Shieldmaidens of NFW reign supreme still!!

Jim Reynolds: Even I won’t deny the results, Nicky!

Result: Pinfall

We cut backstage as we find Sylvia Lopez sitting cross-legged on a production crate looking down and playing with her fingers, her long wet dark hair covering her face.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia has recovered from her war with Morgan Payne! Sylvia may not have won the shiny…

The Bellevue Banshee slowly lifts her head and looks into the camera with wide eyes and a large toothy grin on her face.

Sylvia Lopez: ...but Sylvia had so much fun!

Lopez begins to clap her hands excitedly, giggling away as she lightly bounces up and down on the crate.

Sylvia Lopez: And tonight… Sylvia gets to continue having fun when she gets to play with Ollie Linkoln!

She begins to play with her hair, smiling into the camera.

Sylvia Lopez: It’s time to play! It’s time to play!!! IT’S TIME TO PLAY!!!

Just then, a stagehand walks by the Bellevue Banshee and then she immediately hops up onto the crate she was sitting on and pounces onto his back, causing the guy to yelp as he almost falls over. Lopez then points forward as the stagehand is wondering what the Hell is going on.

Sylvia Lopez: Take Sylvia to the ring!

Stagehand: No! Get off me!

Sylvia Lopez: TAKE SYLVIA TO THE RING!

Stagehand: Okay! Okay!

The two then disappear off camera as we cut elsewhere.
The scene fades in on Jonna Austin who was still wearing her everyday clothes, a slight smirk on her face as stood in front of the camera. Harper Lee, Jonna’s old friend as well as single’s career manager, stood beside the woman with a hand on her hip, her gaze on her friend.

Jonna Austin: At the 100th episode of Collision, I was one of the lucky 4 people to grab a case in the Destiny Roulette match. 5 people entered with nothing and 1 left with nothing...something that I made sure wasn’t going to be my fate. And just as I have before, I walked away with a guaranteed title shot.

Harper Lee: Only this time there was a difference. You weren’t forced to wait forever and a day to find out what you earned.

Jonna nodded in response to Harper, letting the words from both women sink in for a moment. The taller of the two licked her lips before she spoke again.

Jonna Austin: I wasn’t left to ponder which champion I would face off against; I wasn’t left to carry around a case for weeks upon weeks, wondering when it would be opened to reveal what I had earned. Last week, we all found out exactly what we had clawed and scratched through each other for.

Harper Lee: Not making any of you wait very long was probably one of the best things I’ve seen so far, other than the excellent booking that they’ve displayed on both shows. It’s refreshing to know that there are still some companies out there that know how to correctly treat their talent.

Jonna shook her head and laughed a bit at Harper though she did agree with her after some runs she had gone through. The Loveable Punk smiled and looked at the camera again, taking a second to brush a few strands of hair out of her face.

Jonna Austin: That is extremely true, Harper. But what other companies do, or did, isn’t the point here tonight. The fact of the matter is that when my case was opened, when my prize was revealed, it revealed that I’m the next contender for the World Heavyweight Championship. Of course, that wasn’t the only revelation for me...Mr. Callaway also informed me that I would be main eventing Cruel Summer 2 when I face Damon Cross for the championship.

Harper Lee: Something that will only make Cruel Summer 2 that much more exciting, if you ask me. But of course, I may be just a smidge biased in my feelings.

Jonna smiled at her friend, shaking her head once more. Of course, the other woman would be biased...she was her longtime friend and manager. The Texas native would, truthfully, be more concerned if the other woman wasn’t biased.

Jonna Austin: True as your biasedness may actually be, there’s something that needs to be addressed concerning Mr. Cross and I’s match...and the weeks leading up to it as well. This concerns what you and your wife voiced last week as well as what we briefly discussed on Twitter, Damon. I know that the only people that need to know this are you and myself, but I’m making sure everyone knows whether it’s fans, commentary, or whoever else may feel as if they need to hear this. I know that there was some animosity between you and certain members of The Kingdom before I signed my NFW contract, and while I’m hoping that it is all cleared up, I am a member of The Kingdom.

Jonna paused for a moment, letting her words sink in for a moment before continuing on.

Jonna Austin: HOWEVER! As they’ve told people in the past, no one else will be involved in any aspect of this match or the time leading up to it. Unless there’s a numbers disadvantage, we let each other handle their own shit the way they see fit to do so. And with that being said, I’m not like opponents you’ve dealt with in the past. All of the mind games bullshit you’ve had to deal with before? I don’t play around with that; I’m not about to clock Dani in the head in any shape or form; I’m not going to try to scare and mentally scar Leina with some crazy, creepy shit.

The Loveable Punk took a minute, stepping closer to the camera without Harper by her side. Her seemingly happy demeanor changing completely, a serious look overtaking her facial expression though there was a new, sudden gleam in her eye as she spoke.

Jonna Austin: What I can, and will, promise you, Damon, is this. There will be no one at my side, no one in my corner when we meet head to head on August 31st. I will have no one accompanying me to the ring; not even Harper will be coming down that ramp with me at Cruel Summer 2. There will only be me, myself, and I when I give you a fight from Hell for that World Heavyweight Championship. My face will be the only one you see when the referee hands me that belt; my name will be the only one you hear when they announce me as the new champion.

Jonna didn’t bother looking back towards Harper...she already knew that the other woman was giving her a weird look over the whole not having anyone in her corner thing. It wasn’t something that she had discussed with anyone, not that she had really talked about her title opportunity with anyone other than her uncle, if she were openly being honest about the situation. Even then, her uncle hadn’t advised her to go without having Harper go down to the ring with her, he had simply wished her luck and reminded her to make sure she trained in order to be properly prepared.

Jonna Austin: Allow me to be frank with you, Damon. You’ve had a good run, an excellent run to be honest, but your time is drawing to a close. For the sake of giving myself time to get ready for my match tonight, I’ll end with this, for now, August 31st will certainly be cruel to both of us. The question you and everyone else have to ask yourselves is who is it going to be cruelest to?

Jonna stared into the camera for a couple of minutes before she backed away from it. The pair of women just looked at each other in silence, Harper still agitated about the whole not being at ringside for the biggest match of Jonna’s career in August, but she also knew better than to argue with the other woman once her mind was made up. And for Jonna to announce something during a show, Harper knew that meant that arguing the situation would be pointless. After a few moments, the two women left the view of the camera, the scene of where they had been standing fading out.

Match #2/Singles Match

Sylvia Lopez v. Ollie Linkoln

~ Ding Ding Ding ~

Ollie and Sylvia both eye each other up like an animal sizing up prey, Ollie in a more playful manner, Sylvia in a more predatory one. They go to lock-up in a collar and elbow and Sylvia ducks under and rolls through Ollie’s legs, jumping up behind him and latching onto him. Her legs wrap around him as she starts flailing with wild punches all over his head, neck and shoulders. Ollie spins and completely inadvertently, crashes her back first into the turnbuckles of the near corner. Sylvia is knocked loose and Ollie turns into a jumping spinkick that drops her to the mat. Ollie pulls her into the ring and covers.

ONE!

TWO!

SYLVIA KICKS OUT!

Ollie moves to grab her only for Sylvia to wriggle away from him. As they both reach their feet, Sylvia tries to jump on him again. Ollie catches her and spins into a spinebuster, holding for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

SYLVIA KICKS OUT!

Again, as Ollie tries to grab Sylvia fior a hold, Sylvia gets away. The two start up and Sylvia jumps onto him for a victory roll.

ONE!

TWO!

OLLIE KICKS OUT!

Sylvia gets to her feet and Ollie gets another kick in that sends Sylvia through the ropes to the floor. Ollie runs across the ring and rebounds off the far ropes. He comes running back across the ring and laps over the top for a suicide dive that sees him miss Sylvia completely as she moves out fo the way. Ollie crashes into the barricade and lands on the floor. Sylvia pounces on him and starts flailing wildly with punches just as she did earlier while mounted on his back. Ollie covers up and manages to eventually roll away. Sylvia goes with him and Ollie fights back. The referee starts to count from the ring.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

FOUR!

Sylvia gets on top and starts laughing hysterically as she wails on Ollie. Ollie switches positions and gets on top of her but Sylvia keeps throwing to keep him from getting any space from her. The referee makes it to ten and keeps on counting but neither of the two are stopping!

FIFTEEN!

SIXTEEN!

SEVENTEEN!

EIGHTEEN!

The two roll over again and again, blood starting to trickle off each competitor as the crowd roars its approval.

NINETEEN!

TWENTY!

~ Ding Ding Ding ~

Security rushes in and pulls both off each other, Ollie still throwing blindly, while Sylvia has all four limbs continue to try and fight no matter how many have a hold of her. Ollie eventually calms down when he sees Rocky and nods apologetically to the raccoon. Sylvia keeps flailing until Ronnie Lester arrives and manages to calm her somewhat.

Nick Hanson: This match is gonna be ruled a double countout folks! Talk about insane!

Jim Reynolds: Insane?! More like cr--I mean…

Nick Hanson: Yeah, you might wanna wait until she’s gone before you flap off at the gums, Jim.

Result: Double Countout

Unknown Voice: This will show my age, sort of, but in the cartoon version of Mulan, the emperor said that a single grain of rice can tip the scale. One man may be the difference between victory and defeat.

2nd Unknown Voice: Tonight, one woman will be the difference between what happens tonight and what happened at the 101st episode of Collision. Tonight, a line from a children’s movie will be proven as true.

After the 2nd voice spoke, the scene suddenly lit up, showing Lluvia Cane and Jamie Austin standing on either side of Jonna Austin, who had changed into her ring gear sometime between when she had spoken a tad earlier in the night to being on screen now. The women had been keeping an eye on the show though there had only been a couple of matches so far. They still had quite a bit of time until it was their turn in the ring and in front of the fans.

Lluvia Cane: 2 weeks ago, Jamie and I faced off against what the Beautification Movement used to be...Cayla Phoenix and Julianna Mendoza. They were scared to face us, that much was made evident that night.

Jamie Austin: They had to have someone come in and attack us. Sure, we won the match by disqualification, but what kind of win is that? Who seriously wants a win by DQ? It sure as Hell ain’t us.

Jonna Austin: But tonight there’s going to be a little difference. You see, while their new meat-sicle is going to be in the match, I will be as well. Lluv and Jamie didn’t have me with them 2 weeks ago; if they had then it would have been a different ending to that little story.

The women paused for a moment, carefully listening to the sounds around them as well as the sounds that reverberated from all of the walls and business around them. They didn’t wait long before getting back on topic, however.

Jonna Austin: This Taurus dude is big, not going to lie, but it ain’t like I’m some dwarf in all of this. The man has half a foot and ‘bout 125 or so pounds on me, and I’m not concerned one single bit. You don’t get where I have by backing down like a scared little bitch. You don’t have a chance to face the World Heavyweight Champion by tucking your tail and running away like an ass.

Lluvia Cane: Besides, the little bitches are Julianna and Cayla. Just admit that you knew you couldn’t beat Jamie and I. If you could have then you wouldn’t have had a single reason in the world to get Taurus involved a couple of weeks ago. Like Jonna said, she wasn’t with us when that match happened so you’re….’pretty’ little faces wouldn’t have gotten bloodied.

Jamie Austin: With that being said...you opened a can of worms that won’t easily be closed. And tonight is going to be just an example of what kind of worms you opened. He won’t be able to save you tonight, not with being a part of the match. Then again, if we mess those little faces up, all the doctors will have to do is get your skin warmed up with a lighter.

Lluvia Cane: You’ve got so much plastic that they’ll be able to get your faces molded back to what you think is ‘perfection’.

Jonna rolled her eyes as Jamie and Lluvia acted like they were gagging after the word perfection was said. She knew that her sister and her friend wanted to get in the heads’ of the members of The Beautification Movement, but she felt like the plastic jokes were beneath the 3 of them. However, the blonde/brunette woman said nothing about the joke and instead got back on the real topic.

Jonna Austin: The fact of the matter is that I’m the equalizer in all of this. You got out of a proper match a couple of weeks ago, but it won’t be happening again. That’s something I can and will guarantee the 3 of you. We’re The Queen’s Guard for a reason...tonight you’ll be finding out exactly what that reason is when we make you…

The Queen’s Guard: Behold the Kingdom!

The trio all smirked towards the camera before walking away, heading towards The Kingdom’s rather large locker room to finish preparing for their upcoming match.

Match #3/Singles Match

Ian Dream v. Jansen Myrrh

At the start of the match, Myrrh would extend a friendly hand to Ian Dream. He accepted, which she led up with a sucker punch that immediately garnished boos from the crowd. She would transition into a side headlock takeover, adding pressure into the hold as she grounded him.

Nick Hanson: "It may not be the most honest tactic, but it's effective."

Jansen would wrench his head, looking to weaken Ian, as he forced his way to his feet. He would drive a pair of elbow strikes to her midsection to break the hold. Ian would try to run to the ropes, but, Jansen would grip his hair and spike his head to the canvas with a mat slam, as she's scolded by Tanaka.

Jim Reynolds: "Jansen with another dirty trick, and the official is giving out about her."

Nick Hanson: "And I don't think she gives a damn either way."

Jansen stomped on Ian while he was down, as she taunted him while hitting him while he was down. She would grip his hair to pull him up for a knee strike and goes for a cover, but, Dream kicked out at two.

She would start to pick Ian up, as she trash talked him to his face, as Ian shoved her back and stands up. Jansen tries to take him to dick kick city, but Dream caught her foot, as the crowd popped for it. He then retaliated with a big open palm strike to the face and a spinebuster for her troubles.

Jim Reynolds: "Jansen went to the wheelhouse a few too many times, and Dream is in the driver's seat now!"

Dream would run the ropes while she was getting to her feet, as he tackled her to the mat. Seeing her down, Dream would make his way to the top rope, as he goes for the sidekick landing, but, Jansen cuts him off with a pair of knees to the midsection. The hard landing had taken the wind out of him, as Jansen gets to her feet and clutched him for the Myrrh-driver, planting him on the top of his head and pinning. 1.. 2.. 3!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall...JANSEN...MYR--

Jansen stopped Roger, clearly telling him to announce her properly. Roger seemed unsure about it but cleared his throat and took a deep breath.

Roger Arden: Your winner...by pinfall...THAT BITCH...JANSEN...MYRRH!!!!!

Nick Hanson: Classy. Real classy.

Jim Reynolds: Never say Roger Arden isn’t accommodating!

No sooner than Jim Reynolds saying that did the lights in the arena go completely out and the crowd stirred, anticipating something big.

Nick Hanson: What in the world?

Jim Reynolds: Uh-oh!! UH-OHHHH!!

The lights weren’t out for long at all before they came back on and Jansen Myrrh found herself standing face to face with YUKIKO KUSANAGI!! The Demolition Angel wasted no time, blasting The Anti-Villain right in the face with a haymaker and the fight was on!! Fans jumped out of their seats as Kusanagi and Myrrh proceeded to fire off shots back and forth.

Nick Hanson: YUKIKO KUSANAGI!!!! SHE’S BACK!! WE HAVEN’T SEEN HER SINCE RECKONING DAY!!!!

Jim Reynolds: I HAD A FEELING SHE WASN’T GONNA LET ANY OF THAT SLIDE!!!!

Security also wasted no time as they came pouring out of the tunnel and down to the ring, immediately working at separating the two. They managed to get Jansen Myrrh out of the ring and held her back while Seo-hyung Kwon attempted to calm her client down. Inside the ring, it was taking security everything to keep Yukiko from going out of the ring and after Myrrh again but in the next instance, Kusanagi spun around and started throwing forearms and blatant kicks to groins to get the security off of her. While she was freed, she didn’t go after Jansen Myrrh again. Rather, she just stood in the ring, dropping to her knees and leaning forward onto her hands as a wild sneer formed on her face.

Result: Pinfall

The scene cuts to Casey Holliday backstage and unlike last week when she was a mixed bag of emotions, she’s in much brighter spirits this time around. Of course, getting off the ground in NFW certainly helps her with that. But nevertheless, she is completely poised with confidence as she begins to express her thoughts.

Casey Holliday: To call my win over Kamila Rose last week a step in the right direction would be an understatement. I understand that not a lot of people thought that I’d beat her considering the progress she’d been making lately and the fact that she’s a Silver Mountain title contender and all of that. But, what ultimately matters is that I went out there against an incredibly tough opponent and I managed to defeat her. Yeah, I made a bit of a wave with my confusion over why she was getting a title shot and all, but in no way was I meaning to disrespect her or her ability. I get it. It was a shot that she had earned. Quite honestly, if she ends up being the Silver Mountain champion, that would make my win against her a hell of a lot more impressive. But, I do want to say that my win over her was just the beginning. I get that people forgot that I even existed before I had my match against her, but what I did against Kamila Rose was just a small sample size of what I am capable of and what’s to come. I didn’t come here to be just another face on the roster, I will tell you that much for a fact. Most of you don’t know me, but the ones that have heard of me? Yeah, you KNOW what I mean...

Casey takes a bit of a pause to collect herself as she is clearly hyped from that win against Kamila.

Casey Holliday: But that was just the start! Those of you that know me well enough know that I don’t settle for anything. Those of you that know me well know that I am a bg match competitor in my own right. I didn’t earn the nickname ‘Casey Clutch’ in past federations that I’ve competed in for nothing after all. And there is one opportunity that is coming up that has my attention… one opportunity that I just couldn’t pass up and that’s the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament. That’s right. You’re looking at someone that’s part of it. Most of you are going to be looking at me and thinking that this is a joke just out of pure ignorance bred by the fact that you don’t even know me. You’re probably going to be thinking that I’m not worthy of a spot in that tournament. Well, buckle up kids, I’ve got a hell of a story to tell you. When I first broke mainstream as a shy, quiet 20-year-old in my first wrestling company, I had my debut match. I won my debut match. Then I found myself in my first company’s prestigious Trios tournament. One match into my career. ONE! People didn’t think I belonged there, but I just happened to be drawn for a spot in that tournament.

The odds? Yeah, they were stacked against me. You know, being 20 years old and completely inexperienced and all of that.

But guess who was part of that winning team?

Guess who was the MVP of that Trios tournament?

ME!

I shocked the world and co-won the whole damn thing!

And hey, why not repeat that incredible memory all over again in the Vlad Blackheart Tournament… only of course… this is a solo tournament and all...

Casey takes a confident pause before she continues.

Casey Holliday: Fast forward to last year in my old company. There was a tournament called the ‘Coronation Cup’ that I was a part of. No woman had ever won the thing in that company’s history… and then I did it! I MADE that history! So yeah, I know a thing or two about not just making a deep run in a tournament, but also winning them too. Sure, different companies, different competition and all of that, but if there is ONE sleeper pick for this tournament, there’s no bigger sleeper in it than ME. And to whomever I face in this tournament? Yeah, I’m NOT one to be underestimated.

Just ask Kamila Rose all about that...

Casey confidently walks off the scene, clearly having some excitement for the tournament asas the scene cuts out.
We go backstage where a backstage EMT is just finishing up wrapping a woman’s knee in a beige ACE bandage. He finishes up and checks to make sure it doesn’t seem too tight. As part of his check, he looks up above the camera frame.

EMT: How’s that? Good? Not too tight?

Voice: Nah, you good.

A familiar voice answers as the EMT packs his bag up and stands, excusing himself and the camera reveals Morgan Payne, sitting on the bench, already in her full gear, minus her pads. It’s now that she begins sliding her kick pads over her legs and Josh Davidson steps into frame.

Josh Davidson: Good evening, Morgan, sorry to bother you. I was hoping to just get a word or two in about your upcoming match with Sierra Silver.

Morgan Payne: Well if it’s just one or two, dis gonna be a short ass interview, ain’t it?

Morgan looks up with a sly grin on her face as Josh stops, unsure how to answer that until Morgan swats him in the stomach with the back of her hand.

Morgan Payne: Cheese an’ crackers, I’m fuckin’ witchu, Josh.

Morgan finishes with her kick pads and stands up, lifting and moving her left leg in and out a couple times. Josh Davidson watches, nodding as he tries to shake off his moment of befuddlement.

Josh Davidson: Right, sorry. Well, for starters: how’s the leg? We heard of a training accident over the weekend. Some were afraid that this match wouldn’t happen as a result. Care to comment on that?

Morgan Payne: Care to comment on dat? Yeah, I care to comment on dat. I’m da one asked people to step up if they wanted a shot at da real top champion. I’m sposed t’just pull out and hand my title over ‘cause I feel I can’t compete at top caliber? What am I, goddamn Samantha Tolson? Nah, there ain’t no such thing as usin’ exhaustion or pain as an excuse. I’m standin’ on my own two feet, regardless. I don’t back outta any fight.

Josh Davidson: But don’t you think that in a match like tonight, a sore knee might be an easy target?

Morgan shrugs, even smiles a little.

Morgan Payne: Hey, yanno what? I hope it is. Sierra Silver an’ me, we took each other to our limits for da Splat MultiUniversal Title last year. Now she’s suddenly on dis kick dat’s sposed to be what...World’s Nicest Super Villain? Dat shit ain’t gonna fly wif me, cause if dat’s what’s gonna be waitin’ for me when I walk aht ta dat ring, it’s gonna be an easy payday. Nah, I don’t wanna play Patty Cake wif a member of da Capybara Crew. I want da bitch who made me dig deeper than anyone else. I want da Real Sister of Sin, because she’s gettin’ da baddest bitch in da New Frontier. I dun’ give a fuck if Jansen Myrrh wants ta come back and start demandin’ she be called “That Bitch.” I’m That Bitch. Been that bitch since day one and dis--

She reaches down and picks up the Silver Mountain Championship, showing it to the camera before hanging it over her shoulder.

Morgan Payne: --is all da proof I need.

Josh Davidson nods, looks to the camera, feeling the tension in the air before looking back to Morgan.

Josh Davidson: Well said, Morgan. However, there’s still the speculation surrounding that last match with Sierra Silver. You both essentially had run of the mill in terms of what you could do to win. DQs were removed once outside the ring, rope breaks were unlimited. However, tonight, you’re competing under Pure Rules. You both get three rope breaks each. Only. After that, they’re gone. There are no closed fist punches--

Morgan Payne: --yeah yeah yeah, motherfucker, I know what da rules are. I’m da one who set da goddamn stipulation. I executed my right as Silver Mountain Champion and I demanded a Pure Rules Match for this defense. Three rope breaks, no punches to the face. Ya know what? I’m not surprised it was Sierra who stepped up ta da challenge. ‘Cause Tee Bee Em, typical blowhards, ran their mouth about da caliber of dis title and when they got called aht to back up their words, they flaked. I’d offer a shot up to TAURUS even but Phoenix and Mendoza won’t let him step. You watch. He ain’t their new team member. He’s their brainless wall of muscle they wanna use to carry them to titles they know they can’t win themselves. So kudos ta Sierra Silver but da respect I have for her as a competitor don’t mean I won’t slap dat smile offa dat pretty face. I’m da champ, dis is my belt, and ain’t nobody fuckin’ takin’ dis away from me unless yinz got a fuckin’ bodybag ta put me in.

Josh Davidson nods, opening his mouth to say something else when Morgan suddenly cuts him off.

Morgan Payne: Dat’s all you get. Now skee-fuggin-daddle.

She makes the little motion with her hand, watching Josh who seems a little taken aback. She lifts her eyebrows and makes the motion again, urging him to shoo shoo until the interviewer finally does. The camera focuses on Morgan as she watches him go, shaking her head. The shot fades while she turns and starts working on some dynamic stretches.

Match #4/Singles Match

Marilyn Matthews v. Kai Morgan

It's quite clear when the bell rings that Marilyn Matthews does not believe Kai Morgan deserves to be in the same building she's in, much less inside the same set of ropes. He comes out of his corner defensively, but Mary doesn't, instead leaning back against the turnbuckle, miming a yawn. Senior Official James Greer claps loudly, motioning to Matthews to start the match. She gives him a disdainful look before sauntering out of her corner. Kai runs in, looking for a quick bicycle knee, but the Deranged Digital Duchess sidesteps the Ultimate Truther, slapping him, open handed, across the back of the head while shaking her own. The crowd chuckles, and Morgan turns around, clearly annoyed that the former World Champion clearly isn't taking him seriously. She raises her hands, palms flat toward the ceiling before giving him a "come get it" motion with one hand. He rushes in, throwing a forearm, but Matthews is ready… or she would be, if he hadn't thrown a feint, stopping just short before stepping in with the other arm to deliver an explosive spinning backfist! Mary staggers backward, clutching her jaw, and her head snaps back toward her opponent with all the playful disdain thrown out the window. She wipes her mouth with her forearm, streaking her chin with a trickle of blood from her newly split lip. Morgan smirks, holding out one hand with his index finger extended as if to say "that's one". Matthews steps in, and Kai is on the defensive as his opponent fires of a series of strikes so quick all he can do is block and stumble back into the corner.

It's clear Kai Morgan is a talented competitor. But Marilyn Matthews was a World Champion for over a year, and she showed no signs of stopping as she threw a stiff solebut into his stomach, doubling him over with an audible gasp. She drops to get knees, and just as he raises his head she delivers a stiff, closed fist uppercut straight to the nose. Kai's head snaps back, blood smearing his face as Greer steps between them, already having put his gloves on. He backs Marilyn off so he can check on Kai, who's insistent he can still go. Matthews makes her way to the other corner, climbing to the top rope. She begins the tightrope walk, and as soon as the official has moved, she leaps, planting Kai with a springboard flatliner! She grins wickedly, rolling her opponent onto his back. The referee, however, waves her off, pointing to the rope that Morgan's clutching for dear life. The Deranged Digital Duchess screams out in frustration, getting to her feet and pulling Kai up with her, but he slips her grip, elbowing her in the ribs before rolling over her back to leap up and deliver a flatliner of his own! He hooks a leg, and Greer barely slaps the mat a second time before Matthews kicks out. Kai looks around the ring before going into the opposite corner, setting himself up to strike. Mary gets to her feet as Morgan sprints in. Matthews throws a stiff roundhouse, but Kai baseball slides to avoid it, getting to his feet to turn and grab his opponent while she's off balance to hit a quick neckbreaker. He gets her to her feet again, this time firing off a series of forearm strikes before leaping up to hit a bicycle knee -- GOT 'EM by Matthews! She goes for another pin but Kai kicks out just short of three. There's a look of annoyance on Marilyn's face as she grabs both of Kai's wrists, pulling him back into position, foot in position to deliver Sundering of Narsil, but wait!

Crystal Zdunich is on the apron! Matthews releases the hold, sprinting over toward the interloper. She throws a forearm, but Crystal drops back to the floor shaking her head. Mary is screaming at her to come back and get what's coming up her when all of a sudden she's doing around, directly into TRUTH-SHOOTER! Kai stacks her up! Referee slides in! He counts three! Matthews kicks out a fraction of a second too late. Morgan is out of the ring in a hurry, running up the ramp past Zdunich as Mary argues with Senior Official James Greer before turning back to scream at Zdunich who is mocking her from the stage.

We go up to the skybox seats of the Collision Center where the NFW Trios Champions The Second City Riot Squad have a private box for the evening. They are seated, watching the festivities, no doubt eagerly watching to see who wins the number one contenders trios match later this evening. As the camera swoops in closer, Leah is the first to acknowledge.

Leah Aguero: Did you really think we wouldn’t be present? The Second City Riot Squad did exactly what we said we would do. 2020 we dominated the tag team scene; a scene we should have been recognized as the tag team of the year. Instead, all you pathetic, misaligned people chose The Last of the Valkyrie. I guess all you little peons really care about is THOT pics and hearing how hungry some bitch is. Well, it’s 2021 now and the landscape is a bit different. SCRS are the Trios Champions and it’s going to stay that way for a long, long time.

Layla Diaz: Dats right. We tired a all dis disrespect we been gettin from da time we so much as stepped foot up in dis bish. Da games a ova wit. We up in dis joint tanite cuz we wants ta see first hand just who we bout ta put a hurtin on in jus a few weeks time.

Leah Aguero: Queens Guard. The Beautification Movement. We don’t give a fuck which one of you two teams win tonight. You can use your clout. You can hoe yourselves out to get the attention of the powers that be. We know we aren’t everyone’s cup of tea but that’s exactly what sets the Second City Riot Squad apart from any other team here in NFW. We don’t care what you think. Jed, Diaz and myself are going to keep doing what we’ve been doing since day one. We’re going to show up and we’re going to inflict pain and torture every chance we get. And, as for these NFW Trios Titles? We’re going to reign supreme BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY.

Layla Diaz: Cuz ain’t nobody messin wit us, we da muthafukin SCRS.

Leah Aguero reaches over and back chops Diaz in the shoulder. Diaz straightens up.

Layla Diaz: We watchin yous. Tanite finna be da official countdown ta one a yous judgement day..

With that, the SCRS turn their attention back to the ring and the rest of the show.
The cameras catch the sound of a commotion in the backstage halls of the Collision Center. They move down the hall towards the sound, finding Marilyn Matthews tossing equipment, tables, anything she can get her hands on. She is screaming and growling like a wild animal as her rage destroys everything in her path. She notices the camera and moves towards it.

Marilyn Matthews: You fucked up. Crystal, whatever you are calling yourself this week. Which is it this week? Millar? Lopez? Hilton? Zdunich? The last name of whatever piece of ass that will give you the time of day? The one of the hos you are thirsting after? Seeing as how the family you married into probably likes me better than you, I feel comfortable in saying this.

Mary glares into the camera.

Marilyn Matthews: Your wife deserves better.

Mary chuckles and shakes her head.

Marilyn Matthews: But that doesn’t matter. I will be doing her a service by ending you. I didn’t like you before. You’re all the worst parts of a horrible spouse. My family believes that everyone is important. That everyone matters. The universe is a better place with everyone in it. So know that what I’m about to say, I do not say lightly.

Mary pauses and takes a deep breath. She runs her fingers through her messy hair to fix it as best she can.

Marilyn Matthews: The universe would be a better place without you in it. And I am more than happy to make that happen.

A wicked grin crosses her face.

Marilyn Matthews: As I said, I do not like you. I could tolerate you being here as long as you kept your filth and stink away from me and mine. But you just HAD to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong and wasn’t wanted. I can’t even comprehend your thought process in doing what you did. Did you think you could gain some clout coming into MY company and coming after the biggest name on the roster? You think this is going to end in any positive way for you?

Mary laughs.

Marilyn Matthews: Crystal, you have signed your death certificate. I was going to let you be. But now? Now you have a target on your back. You have caught my anger. You are a dead woman walking. No one can help you. Not your sister-in-law, and my ex, Eavan. Not Zoey. Not any of the family you shouldn’t be married into. NO. ONE. Your best bet would be to run. Anything less ends very, VERY, badly for you.

Mary takes another deep breath and slowly releases it through her nostrils.

Marilyn Matthews: As far as Kai Morgan goes. Good for you kid. You got one over on me. Better thank Crystal for that one soon. I’ll be back for you later. Remember that.

Mary pushes past the camera. It turns to watch as she walks down the hall and turns a corner out of sight.

"Trust us now
It's time to let me go
Give up on us
Follow what you want
Trust us now
It's time to let me go
Give up
Give our soul back..."

"TEARS" by HEALTH kicks in immediately as the new Genesis Champion, Katelin Descarrilado, walks out with the title over her shoulder. In her grey get-up, her black circular sunglasses, and black mask, she catches the eyes of all the fans. Those fans react with complete and utter disgust. Some chant "COOOOOW-AAAARD. COOOOOOW-AAAARD" in time with "TEARS." Descarrilado simply ignores them as she begins her saunter towards the ring.

Nick Hanson: And out comes this... this snake. This complete and utter coward.

Jim Reynolds: Is that any way to address your Genesis Champion?

Nick Hanson: After the stunts she pulled to get here, I believe it is. I genuinely cannot believe General Manager Callaway is letting this stand. Why hasn't he even stepped in?

Jim Reynolds: Because technically, Katelin did nothing wrong in terms of the rulebook. Not that he should, but even if he wanted to, he can't punish her for this.

Nick Hanson: At some point, Jim, you have to think morally, and with every passing week, I wonder more and more if Katelin has any morals at all.

The Genesis Champion reaches ringside and grabs a steel chair before pushing that in and entering the ring. Descarrilado sets the chair up and sits down in it before grabbing a microphone that was thrown at her and missed. The Ice Queen dusts it off before speaking.

Katelin Descarrilado: Rabbi Shimon ben Gamliel once preached, in so many words, "The world rests on three things: truth, justice, and peace."

Katelin holds her Genesis title up for all to see.

Katelin Descarrilado: This was justice. And now, as your Genesis Champion, I intend to show that this justice truly is blind.

Descarrilado removes her glasses and mask and puts them into her left pocket, amidst all the boos.

Katelin Descarrilado: I want you to understand something, Dona. What I did last week was nothing personal. What I did was apropos of nothing but the facts that you were the Genesis Champion, I wanted a title, and I could not challenge for the World Heavyweight Championship due to a promise I made to my husband.

The crowd boos once more, and it basically becomes the background noise for The Ice Queen's speech.

Katelin Descarrilado: I could have lied. I want to make that perfectly clear. I could have lied to all of you. I could have been two-faced and done this to Damon Cross anyway even after that. I could be standing here opening the show as your new World Heavyweight Champion, and I could have derailed everything and everyone you all hold dear. Again, the thought had crossed my mind before last Tuesday night. I could have done this to Morgan Payne and won the Silver Mountain Championship. Being from the capital of the Rocky Mountains, the marketing writes itself there, truth be told. But I chose...

The boos grow ever louder.

Katelin Descarrilado: But I chose...

The boos grow even louder at Descarrilado, with the chants of "COOOOOOW-AAARD. COOOOOOOW-AAAAARD." growing more and more.

Katelin Descarrilado: You are on your time, not mine.

The boos and the heckling continue as Katelin crosses her arms with a slight frown, letting the crowd take over.

Nick Hanson: Listen to this place! It's good to know I'm far from alone on my sentiment!

Jim Reynolds: Absolutely no respect for our new Genesis Champion!

Once the boos finally die down enough to continue, the Devil In The Details does so with far more venom and with just a hint more haste.

Katelin Descarrilado: But I chose the Genesis Championship because it is the youngest title in New Frontier Wrestling. I chose this title because before last week, it had precisely one holder and one person vying for it. I chose the Genesis Championship because in the state it was in before? It was destined to fall to the wayside as the true entry-level championship in this company. In a company that holds eight championships, it was destined to become eighth out of eight in terms of relevance. Even the team-based titles would have surpassed it. My holding it for a week has currently kept it from such a fate.

Descarrilado pauses for a moment to gather her thoughts. It's clear that the crowd rattled her just a little.

Katelin Descarrilado: I was looking at Dona's reign after all was said and done, and I noticed that she successfully defended this title four times. That gave me an idea.

Descarrilado reaches into her pocket and pulls out a folded piece of paper. The camera focuses on that piece of paper.

Katelin Descarrilado: I have a list of opponents that I intend to defeat for this title. Every single week, until either I lose this title or this list is completely marked out, this title will be on the line. For my first defense, I intended to give Dona a fair rematch. One on one, no frills. I believe that to be just.

Katelin hands Roger Arden the microphone as she tosses the chair out of the ring, and hands her Genesis Championship to referee Heather Young.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, the champion. From Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 115 pounds... she is the Devil... in the Details, KATELIIIIIN DESCARRILAAAAAADOOO!

The crowd violently boos as Katelin's name is called, awaiting Dona's theme to hit.

Match #5/Genesis Championship

Dona Rotten v. Katelin Descarrilado ©

Dona’s music certainly hit but the Toxic Knockout wasted no time as she came out of the tunnel and was already removing her entrance gear as she stormed down the walkway, towards the ring. Once she was dressed down and ready to go, she exploded into a sprint and slid right into the ring, going right after Katelin. The recently new Genesis Champion dropped out of the ring immediately and Dona followed, pursuing her in a chase around the ring. The crowd was on their feet, screaming for Dona to-

Crowd: CATCH THAT BITCH!! CATCH THAT BITCH!!! CATCH THAT BITCH!!!

-finally, Katelin got enough of a distance from Dona to slide back into the ring and get to her feet. As Dona came crawling in after her, Katelin ran up and started putting the boots to her as Referee Heather Young finally called for the official opening bell. Even with the stomps, Dona made it to her feet and Katelin had to switch to throwing forearms, causing her to deviate from her normally methodical style of wrestling. It was clear that Dona was pissed off and wasn’t about to slow down and try to “wrestle” this out. This was going to be a fight. Katelin went for an Irish Whip but Dona reversed it, sending Katelin flailing right into the turnbuckles and was right behind her, crashing into her with a running forearm smash to the jaw. As Katelin started to fall out of the corner, Dona pushed her back against it and started unloading with furious punches and boots until Referee Young counted to 4 and pulled her off. Fired up to all hell, Dona backed off of Katelin but got right up in Young’s face, warning her she better back the hell up too. As she turned back to Katelin, the Ice Queen had climbed up onto the middle turnbuckle and dove off, catching Dona with a Tornado DDT, spiking her head into the mat and going for a cover!

ONE!

TWO!

NO!

Dona kicked out with authority and got right back up to her feet, continuing to chip away at Katelin with her brawler style. Katelin tried to stumble away to escape Dona’s wrath but Dona caught her wrist and yanked her back in for a Shortarm Lariat and went for her own cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

The match continued with Roger Arden announcing that they were down to 10 minutes left. While Dona got to her feet, Katelin rolled out of the ring, onto her feet and as Dona came stepping out onto the apron after her, Descarrilado took Rotten by the leg and yanked her feet out from underneath her, causing her to smack hard onto the apron. Katelin used the outside to her advantage, taking Dona on a collision course with the barricade, the commentary tables and the ringpost before climbing back into the ring and looking for a countout victory but Dona made it back in at about the count of 17. Right as she did, Katelin was back on her feet and came in with a Garvin Stomp, ringing Dona’s bell and keeping her slowed down. Next, she picked her up to deliver a Butterfly Backbreaker and attempted another cover.

ONE!

TWO!

DONA GRABS THE ROPES!

Roger Arden announced there were only 5 minutes left in the match! Katelin got to her feet and pulled Dona away by the legs where she then went to flip her over for the Camel Clutch Choke but as soon as she had Dona over, the Scream Queen kicked her feet up and hit Katelin with a Mule Kick! Katelin bounced back off the ropes and Dona sent her back again with a Rolling Sobat Kick! Katelin hit the ropes again and fell to a knee where Dona ran in for the Chainsaw Kick! Dona went for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THR--NO!

Katelin got her foot on the ropes to stay alive in the match. Dona went to pick her up again and Katelin caught her with a European Uppercut. Dona staggered but touched her lip, checking for blood and nodded to Katelin with a wild grin, commending her for a good hit. She motioned for Katelin to hit her again and the Ice Queen obliged with a forearm. Dona answered back with a forearm of her own and the two fell into a heated exchange of shots back and forth as Roger Arden announced the 2 minute mark! Dona stepped in for another forearm when it was her turn but Katelin caught her with a kick to the knee, earning a boo from the fans, before she ran in with a Running Knee Strike. Katelin went for another cover again but Dona shoved her off immediately, sacrificing the energy before going for the ropes again but Katelin pulled her back by her legs and went for the Camel Clutch Choke again. This time she locked it in while the 1 minute mark was announced and the crowd started getting louder! Katelin was seeking a submission victory but Dona fought and fought to get free until, finally, she was able to get one arm, then the other off of Katelin’s legs and slid back from underneath her. Before Katelin could respond, Dona grabbed her in a half nelson aaaaaand PUNK PLEX!!! Katelin hit the mat hard and fell limp, facedown on the mat while Dona laid there, heaving for breath. She turned over and began crawling towards Katelin who started to show signs of life, reaching for the ropes but Dona turned her over and crawled over her for the cover. She hooked the leg and--

~DING DING DING~

Nick Hanson: Aww no, c’mon!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Saved by the bell, Nicky!!!!

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, that is the bell for the 15 minute time limit! This match has been declared a draw! Therefore...STILL the NFW Genesis Champion...KATELIN...DESCARRILADO!!!!

“TEARS” by HEALTH came on over the speakers while Dona pulled herself up to her feet and began conversing with the referee, almost arguing with her. Heather Young seemed sympathetic to the woman’s argument but reluctantly admitted she couldn’t do anything about it. Meanwhile, Katelin rolled out of the ring and slinked over to the timekeeper’s table to grab the Genesis Title and made her escape up the walkway.

Nick Hanson: Yeah, look at that! The Champion, scurrying away like a scalded dog!!!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, you don’t talk about the champion that way, Nicky!!

Once on the stage, Katelin Descarrilado raised her title overhead, defiant to the crowd’s boos and jeers while Dona Rotten glowered at her from the ring, shaking her head.

Result: Time Limit

Back in the interview area, we find THE Beautification Movement. The menacing man mountain TAURUS stands with his arms crossed clad in his black robe, the hood already off. Grace Moretti is directly in front of him in a stunning dark purple Chanel dress with a fairly high slit along the right leg, allowing her to show off her black high heels. Juliana Mendoza is to the left, Cayla Phoenix to the right, both wearing their black silk robes, but allowing a little peek of their gear which of course matches the color of their leader’s dress. Josh Davidson sticks out like a sore thumb in a drab light grey suit with a plain white shirt and red tie.

Josh Davidson: Hello everyone, please help me in welcoming The Beautification - aurugh

Josh is cut off as TAURUS reaches out, grabs Josh’s tie, and nearly lifts him off the ground.

TAURUS: THE Beautification Movement. You get one more chance to get it right.

TAURUS lets Josh go and Juliana even fixes his tie for him as he looks terrified. He starts quickly nodding his head, then takes a deep breath and begins again.

Josh Davidson: Yes sir. Everyone, please help me in welcoming THE Beautification Movement ahead of their Trios match against The Queen’s Guard. Tonight will be our first chance to see this new incarnation of THE Beautification Movement, and you have the chance to claim the number one contender’s spot with a win. So Miss Moretti, what can we expect from your long time cohorts and the newest addition to THE Beautification Movement?

Grace makes her way into the forefront with a dossier in hand, as she smirked wickedly while she addressed the interviewer directly.

Grace Moretti: Well, Mr. Davidson, it's all quite simple, really. What I've done is assembled not only the greatest three person team, but, the future of our business. After thoroughly researching all possibilities, I have formulated a team with perfect synergy and sheer efficiency that no unit can even hope to overcome! My Movement is one that will not be stopped and will bring the glory and prestige that NFW desperately craves. Now, Mr. Davidson, I have a question for you… I want you to look at all the other trios within NFW and tell me if any can compare to my beautiful soldiers.

Before Josh can even answer, Juliana holds a hand up and takes the mic from him.

Juliana Mendoza: Of course your answer would be a resounding no. We already know Josh. There is no trio, tag team, or individual that can compare or compete with any member of THE Beautification Movement. Just look at what we have already done for NFW. Greatest pre show in company history. You’re welcome. Advertising revenue and interest are up because companies of course want these faces for their brand. You’re welcome. Oh and let’s not forget that tonight instead of the usual bloody brutal brawls that the Silver Mountain title has become synonymous with, there’s going to be a pure rules match all because little miss Payne got her panties in a bunch and just had to prove herself. Seems a little strange that she would feel the need to do that to some, what was that cliche insult she and her nine girlfriends threw at us? It doesn’t matter, you’re welcome for bringing wrestling back to that division. Enough about what we have done, Cayla, tell them what we’re going to do tonight to the queen’s guard.

Cayla Phoenix: What's gonna happen, is those bimbos are going to regret ever getting in the wrestling business the moment they step into the ring with us three. The Austin sisters better get ready to go crying home to daddy after they get ruined by some real Texan stunners!

She said with a cheeky smile and a sadistic chuckle while speaking to them.

Juliana Mendoza: Let’s not forget about their little buddy Lluvia, even though I know we would all like to. Of course, she’s probably going to talk about the last match myself and Cayla had with her and the lesser Austin sister, but who cares. They didn’t pin either one of us. They didn’t submit either one of us. They didn’t knock us out or get a countout victory. They got handed a win because honestly allowing the big man a chance to show off was our major concern. That tag match, we’ll just call that a scouting mission. We know what those two are bringing and even with Jonna in the mix, let’s be honest here, she is no match for TAURUS.

TAURUS: I could have done whatever I wished with those two when I came out there. They got lucky that Miss Moretti told me to just toss them out of the ring. The three of them combines ain’t even got a hundred pounds on me. Think about that for a second.

Juliana Mendoza: Plus, Jonna got herself a World title match. Do you really think she’s even going to care about the Trio’s titles now that she has that? We made it very clear that our goal is to be the Trio’s champions. We are a united front focused on one goal. Can they say the same?

Grace Moretti: Think of the positives… The Beautification Movement defeats former number one contender… Sounds quite lovely to me, and it raises all of your stocks in the company, as well. Simply put, the three of us are the best unit in the company, and we're about to prove it for your viewing pleasure. You're welcome.

Grace said with a confident look on her face, with her crew behind her.

Juliana Mendoza: You’re welcome for us allowing you to have the greatest interview of your career.

Juliana flips her hair in Josh’s face, then Grace motions for them to leave. Grace leaves first, then Juliana, Cayla behind her, and finally THE Beautification Muscle who stares Josh down for a few seconds and growls slightly.

Josh Davidson: Oh uhm, yes yes, thank you.

TAURUS nods and then makes his exit, stepping up beside Cayla, wrapping his arm around her waist as Juliana and Grace appear to be discussing strategy.

Match #6/Trios Match

The Queen's Guard v. THE Beautification Movement

~DING DING DING~

Both teams had chosen to start with their heavy hitters as TAURUS and Jonna stared each other down, but then suddenly Lluvia and Jamie slid in, rushed to the other side of the ring and dropkicked Cayla and Juliana off the apron, then dropped down, popped up and chopped blocked both knees of TAURUS. The big man went down to a knee and then got taken down with a big boot from Jonna Austin. Jamie and Lluvia quickly exited the ring and Jonna covered, but TAURUS forcefully kicked out at 1. Jonna hit the ropes and went for a leaping shoulder tackle sending TAURUS back a few steps, but he went to the ropes, came forward, and leveled Jonna with a clothesline. Juliana is back up on the apron and when she sees Jonna is down, she reaches in and tags TAURUS. The big man pulls Jonna up into the sidewalk slam position and Juliana springboards over the top rope hits the middle rope and delivers a flipping leg drop right as TAURUS drives Jonna down with the slam. Juliana makes the cover and gets a very close 2 count. Juliana pulls Jonna up and rakes her eyes just because she delivers a spinning heel kick that rocks the Loveable Punk and allows Juliana to connect with the Beauty Mark. Juliana makes the cover

ONE…

TWO...

THR- BROKEN UP!

Jamie and Lluvia are in to break up the pin and TAURUS comes in quickly sending them back. Jonna rolls in and tags her sister as Juliana tags her bestie. Jamie comes right at Cayla, leaps up, and hits a rope assisted tornado DDT. Quick cover and a 1 count. Cayla ducks an enziguri scoops Jamie up and hits a quick German suplex, bridge for the pin, and a kick out at 1. Jamie dodges a roaring elbow and delivers a crucifix driver right into the pin for a 2 count. Cayla is slow to get back to her feet and stumbles into the corner. Cayla does manage to dodge a dropkick from Jamie and when the diminutive dynamo comes stumbling out of the corner, Cayla hits a Samoan drop and gets a 2 count of her own. Both women are a little slow to get back to their feet after the exchange. Cayla is up first and delivers a vicious forearm. Jamie follows right back up with a chop. The two trade blows for a bit, forearms from Cayla, chops from Jamie. Jamie ends up hitting a high chop that catches Cayla in the throat, takes the advantage, and whips Cayla into the corner. Jonna is tagged back in and delivers a big corner clothesline before she tags Lluvia in and they deliver the Falling Truth combination. Lluvia slides into the cover and hooks a leg

ONE…

TWO...

THR - BROKEN UP!

TAURUS and Juliana are in to break it up, and Jonna and Jamie are right in there with a fight about to break out when El Alguacil steps in and yells

NO! LOS DESCALIFICARÉ A TODOS

Juliana backs Taurus up and Jamie and Jonna step away. In the mess, TAURUS tags himself in, pulls Lluvia up to her feet, raises her into the suplex position, and turns his back towards the Queen’s Guard. He winks at Cayla and has her start counting. At twenty seconds he decides to show off a bit and starts doing squats, one every second until he hits the 30 second mark and slams Lluvia down. TAURUS stands up, turns right towards the Queen’s Guard, and places his foot on Lluvia’s chest as he flexes and demands a count. Lluvia shoves his boot off of her at 2 and pops up with a very close low kick, but El Alguacil seems to allow it. Lluvia hurls herself at the large man, leaps up and over, and hits an incredible jumping inverted DDT, mule kick combination that takes Cayla and Juliana off the mat. Lluvia jumps back to her corner and tags in Jamie who tags in Jonna as they deliver the Hell on Fate combo. The big man doesn’t stay down though, instead, he comes up to a knee. He’s wobbly and seems to just be moving on instinct, he stumbles back into the corner, and Juliana tags herself in, wanting to give their big gun time to recover. Unfortunately, as Juliana steps into the ring, she’s nearly ripped in half by Jonna’s Secret Strength. Jonna makes the cover.

ONE…

TWO...

THRE - BROKEN UP!

Cayla is in there just in time to break up the count, diving in with a slingshot splash that did almost as much damage to herself and Juliana as it did to Jonna. Cayla makes the tag anyway and brings Jonna to her feet. Cayla looks for a roaring elbow, but Jonna blocks it and hits a forearm smash of her own, then a knee to the midsection before she tosses Cayla overhead with a Northern Lights suplex. Jonna bridges for the pin and gets a close 2 count, then rolls over and tags in her sister. Jamie comes in and delivers a big shining wizard, makes the cover, and gets another 2 count. Cayla rakes the eyes of Jamie as she’s brought to her feet and delivers a quick snap suplex. Cayla floats over and then brings Jonna up for a vertical suplex, she steps back into the corner and Juliana makes the tag. Juliana springboards up to the top rope and hits a crossbody as Cayla drives Jamie down. Juliana goes right into the cover, but it’s only a 2 count. Juliana brings Jamie up and slaps her a few times, teasing her, telling her she’s going to make her tap out right now. Juliana hits the ropes, flies in with a headscissors, and looks to complete the Majestuosa Especial, but Jamie blocks it and hits a backstabber. Jamie rolls back, tags in Lluvia, hops out, and then tags herself back in as Lluvia starts with the first suplex of their Empress of Sacrificed Love combination. Jamie crashes down onto Juliana and makes the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE - FOOT ON THE ROPES!

Juliana is just close enough to the ropes to get the point of her boot on the ropes to break the pin. Jamie is heartbroken and looks to her partners when Grace Moretti suddenly jumps up on the ring apron with a wad of cash in hand. TAURUS hands Cayla something while Grace has slipped something to Juliana. Suddenly Jamie is just torn through courtesy of a Big Bull Charge as Lluvia is blinded by Juliana with the perfume spray right as Cayla levels Jonna with TAURUS brass knuckles. Juliana Mendoza takes Lluvia out with a slingshot apron DDT right as TAURUS brought Jamie up onto his shoulders for the beginning of her Full Body Makeover. As Cayla drives Jamie face first into the mat off the shoulders of the man mountain TAURUS, Juliana hits the ropes and flies in with an absolutely beautiful Hair Flip. Juliana hooks the leg for the cover as Grace throws the money into the waiting hands of TAURUS on the outside keeping watch over Jonna and Lluvia while they get the

ONE…

TWO...

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Your winners as a result of pin fall, Juliana Mendoza, Cayla Phoenix and TAURUS… THE BEAUTIFICATION MOVEMENT!

Nick Hanson: Oh come on now. Look I’m no big fan of The Kingdom, but even they don’t stoop to those levels.

Jim Reynolds: But… but… Behold! How is this supposed to work? I like Juliana and Cayla and Grace and I am both envious and terrified of TAURUS, but they fucked The Kingdom over.

Nick Hanson: Few cliches come to mind. Live by the sword, die by the sword. No honor among thieves. All’s fair in love and war. End of the day, whether you like how they did it or not, they’re the number one contenders.

Jim Reynolds: Yea well they better not expect The Kingdom to forget. Sure THE Beautification Movement is good, but you saw what they had to resort to tonight. The Kingdom will be back to get revenge, Queen’s Guard, or maybe others?

Result: Pin Fall

Backstage at the Collision Center, the fans get a rather nice view of Danielle Anderson’s slender figure as she fixes a cup of coffee back in the catering area. The camera most unabashedly does a slow rise from feet to head, seemingly unbeknownst to the lady in question.

Guess the camera guy is new.

Nick Hanson: You have to give Danni credit, Jim; she isn’t using retirement as an excuse to be lazy. The former World Heavyweight Champion stays in tremendous shape.

Jim Reynolds: Much to her husband’s delight, no doubt. As much as I hate that self-righteous idiot, I can’t deny that he has good taste in women.

Humming to herself happily, Danni suddenly lets out a squeak of surprise, nearly dropping her hot java, when someone mostly off-camera blatantly swats her on the ass.

Nick Hanson: Whoa, what the hell?!

The look on Danni’s face says as much when she whips around only to find that it is not, in fact, her husband who gave some one-handed applause in appreciation of her hind-quarters! At first, she’s smiling sheepishly, but then she lays eyes on the true perpetrator. And...

Jim Reynolds: And here I had a killer PDA zinger all lined up!

Nick Hanson: DJ from the ATL? Seriously?!

...her pretty face twists into an expression of distaste and irritation. Rubbing the offended spot slightly, Danni stares at a smug DJ for a few moments before responding.

Danni Anderson (>︿<✿) What do you think you’re doing?!

DJ from the ATL: Come on, baby, we both know Cross ain’t hittin’ that right! Look at you, walkin’ straight and all! Wouldn’t happen if you had a real man!

Sometimes, a person’s idiocy just stuns a body into silence. That appears to be the case with Danielle, who is just too utterly perturbed to formulate a response. Taking the silence for acceptance, DJ steps in a little closer, clearly paying no mind to his target’s disgust at his mere presence.

DJ from the ATL: C’mon, that ring ain’t even warm on your pretty little finger, babe. Give ol’ DJ a shot. I’ll change your mind about forever with that dope Damon in a hurry.

About to unleash a very polite torrent of denial at DJ, Danni’s eyes almost imperceptibly shift to look past DJ. A moment later, a smile forms and she slides a little closer, peering up at DJ with a cute grin.

Danni Anderson (✿◠‿◠) Well, you ARE kinda cute and all. Maybe… he doesn’t have to know?

The wink is all it takes; as far as DJ is concerned, he’s in like Flint. Then a left hand sets down on his left shoulder. Bearing a polished wedding ring that upon closer inspection matches Danni’s own ring quite nicely. DJ attempts to shrug it off, retorting to the gesture with a little too much bass in his voice.

DJ from the ATL: Shove off, spanky! I’m doin’ romance here!

Damon Cross: Is that so, connard?

Now Danni is full-on smirking, sipping her coffee with pinky extended as realization hits DJ full in the face. The camera pans around to show Damon standing behind him, smiling as genially as you please, his grip noticeably tightening.

Damon Cross: She IS tres magnifique, is she not? That sweet smile, her subtle-yet-luscious curves, her earnest accent and manner. I mean… she’s just about perfect! There’s just un problème, petit homme.

DJ from the ATL: Hey, I’m just havin’ fun-

Damon Cross: Shhhhh… sh-sh-sh-sh...

A gesture and a few quiet sounds slow down, then shut down, DJ’s would-be retort. Damon fixes a wink on Danni, then walks around to face DJ. Swathed in a tailored black suit, the World Heavyweight Championship, the Redeemer looks the suddenly-uncomfortable DJ from ATL over for a moment.

Damon Cross: She’s very busy. And very much NOT yours to pursue.

At that point, Danni runs her fingertips along a subtle bit of jewelry around her neck; a slender, steel piece with a pink, heart-shaped lock at the center. She giggles sweetly, not at DJ, but at Damon.

Damon Cross: But I’m a forgiving soul. I know just how we can fix this. And you DO want to fix this, petit homme, don’t you?

DJ from the ATL: Sh-sure, man! Absolutely! What’chu want? You wanna be on my YouTube show?! Man, we’d get all kinds of likes and subscribers! Be great for business for both of us! What do ya say?!

Damon Cross: Tempting! Très tentant, en fait! But I have an even BETTER idea!

Jim Reynolds: Better than being on DJ’s show?! This I gotta hear!

Nick Hanson: You seriously put WAY too much stock in DJ’s notoriety. But then, so does DJ!

Putting a strong arm around DJ’s shoulders, a little TOO strong in fact, Damon points off down the hall in the direction of the ring. He hitches the title up on his other shoulder, and looks where DJ is looking: the direction of Gorilla.

Damon Cross: You see, I don’t have a match tonight. For the second time in a row. As a champion, I need to stay sharp. And since you’re so full of vim and vigor, DJ, I think you’d be a perfect opponent!

All at once the color drains from DJ’s face. He tries to back up but Damon is having none of it. He grabs DJ by the shirt before he can wriggle away, turning to face the very worried YouTuber with his dark eyes narrowed but his smile firmly in place.

Damon Cross: It’s either that, DJ, or I drag you out to the parking lot and give you the kind of beatdown that anyone who lays hands on another man’s wife deserves. I’m giving you a fighting chance and an opportunity to be useful, perhaps even make a name for yourself. If you really want to toss that opportunity back in my face, though-

DJ from the ATL: Whoa, hey! Be cool, boss! I’m not sayin’ that, but… you ain’t really dressed to compete and all, an’ neither am I, so-

Damon Cross: You have three minutes. Don’t make me come looking for you.

Releasing his grip, the very-serious Damon offers his arm to Danni, who finishes her coffee and takes it, giving DJ the cutest little wave as she walks with her husband down the path toward the entrance to the stage, leaving a shaking DJ with sweat beading on his forehead. Cameras cut to the announce table where Jim is shaking his head while Nick is chuckling.

Jim Reynolds: Oh, of course you find this funny! Damon threatened to beat the hell out of DJ in case you missed it! That’s your hero and champion, Nicky?!

Nick Hanson: So it’s all right for a man to slap another man’s wife on the ass with no repercussions? I can see why you get on so well with the ladies! DJ brought this on himself!

Jim Reynolds: He’s not ready for a match!

Nick Hanson: He’s getting off light, Jim. Accept that the dude messed up and is getting what’s coming to him. Unless you LIKE the idea of sensitivity classes for cheering on a misogynist like that?

Jim grumbles quietly while Nick smirks, the cameras shifting to the ring.

DJ From ATL v. Damon Cross

DJ’s walk down to the ring is a slow one, with the guy looking over his shoulder almost every other step. Down in the squared circle, Danni is on the outside of the ring in Damon’s corner, the World Title over her shoulder. As for the Redeemer himself, he’s taking off his suit jacket and tie, then calmly rolling up his sleeves as he watches DJ approach. That saucy smile of his is firmly in place as DJ very slowly enters between the ropes. The referee calls for the bell and Damon smoothly approaches DJ, who scrambles toward the ropes, leaning between the top and middle strands to stave off an attack from the champion. Still smiling, Damon holds his hands up and backs off, giving DJ time to get his head together. Another approach, another lean. Damon shakes his head a little and steps back a second time. Instead of approaching a third time, he extends his hand to DJ, who stares at it questioningly. Damon, assuring him that it’s on the up and up, keeps his hand out. DJ, after several moments, accepts the gesture and…

...they shake hands.

Letting go, Damon backs off a step and the two finally lock up. They push back and forth for a moment before Damon forcefully shoves DJ into the ropes. One clothesline later and DJ is down and clutching his neck as though he’s injured. Damon, staring at DJ, shakes his head and backs off while the referee checks on him. Finally getting to his feet, DJ is locked up with Damon again and this time Cross tosses the YouTuber with a Greco-Roman throw, the move almost sending DJ right out of the ring. Damon pulls him to his feet and pushes him into the corner, forearm grinding into DJ’s jaw, but relents with the referee’s count reaches three. Damon pats DJ on the cheek condescendingly and that actually seems to get to DJ, who winds up and throws a right hand with all he’s got, landing it flush against Damon’s jaw! Surprised more than hurt, Damon is pushed into the ropes for an Irish whip, but he reverses quickly, yanking DJ in for a side slam backbreaker that leaves DJ arched up on the canvas in pain.

Rubbing his jaw a little, Damon chuckles and actually applauds the shot. DJ tries to scramble away but Damon pulls him up to his feet, eating a back elbow for his efforts. Reeling slightly, Damon takes a couple chops to the chest, backing him into the ropes. DJ, thinking he has things well in hand now, does an exceedingly comical wind-up, intending to lay in another right hand to the champion. DJ swings… and Damon catches the arm! DJ tries to wrench loose but Damon’s grip is like that of a vice. The smile evaporates and Cross boots DJ in the gut, dropping him to his knees. Walking behind the YouTuber, the Redeemer suddenly glares down at the unaware DJ. When he staggers up to his feet, Damon immediately grabs him and executes Weight of the World! From there, he twists DJ around and locks in the Father’s Sin, DJ almost immediately tapping out to the vaunted submission!


Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match… the NFW World Heavyweight Champion, DAMON CROSS!

The fans cheer as “Rise” by State of Mind resonates. Damon shoves DJ aside, staring down at his prone form as the referee raises his arm, and Danni re-enters the ring to hand him his title. Hoisting his wife up so that she’s seated on his shoulder, Damon holds the belt up with his other hand, Danni clapping happily before she’s set down, the two heading backstage together.

Nick Hanson: Damon prevails! Now that’s what I call a dominating match!

Jim Reynolds: Completely one-sided and unfair! Poor DJ...

Nick Hanson: You can’t say he didn’t deserve that, Jim! The show must go on!

The lights in the arena went black and stayed out for a good ten seconds until "Faith" by Ghost began playing. The gold lights started flashing to the beat of the song as smoke began rising from the ramp. As the first verse began, Matt Shields stepped out and looked at the crowd. Shields pointed the kendo stick down at the ring as several large bursts of fire shot up on either side of him. He stalked down to the ring, carrying his kendo stick in his right hand, dragging it along the ramp behind him, while he had a chair in his left hand. As he reached the bottom of the ramp, he slid the chair into the ring. He then went to the steps and slowly climbed them. He stopped as he got to the ring apron, went to the middle of the ropes, turned towards the crowd, and pointed the kendo stick out at them before he wiped his feet and stepped inside. He went to the middle of the ring, hit the mat with the kendo stick and all the lights went out for a few seconds as the lyrics repeated.

I am all eyes
I am all ears
I am the wall
And I’m watching you fall
Because faith is mine!

As the bridge hit, the lights all came back on with an almost blinding burst as Shields stood with his arms outstretched in the middle of the ring. He dropped the kendo stick in front of the chair, pulled it up, and set it with the back facing towards the ramp before he went and snatched Roger Arden’s mic out of his hands. He sat down in the chair backward, just really reinforcing what an assshole he truly is.

Matt Shields: Howdy there fuckos. Tonight, I was expecting a match. I asked Callaway real fucking nicely in my address last week, but I guess there was nobody with the balls to step into this ring with me. There is some business to attend to though.

He stops, reaches into the pocket of the open camo vest he had on, and pulls out a big green apple. He sits there taking up valuable time and just bites into it, like the asshole he is. He takes another bite as the crowd is starting to get restless, booing the Knightmare King.

Matt Shields: You assholes can boo all you want. I am going to sit right here and eat my damn apple. I figure it should take me about as long as it would to beat whatever jackass they sent out to get beaten down by me. So just sit back and enjoy looking at the man your mother masturbates to.

He laughs before taking another bite out of the apple as the crowd rains down boos upon him. Shields is absolutely reveling in their boos and jeers as he munches on the apple. He takes at least three minutes to chew it down to just the core, then just tosses it over his shoulder and out of the ring.

Matt Shields: Okay, now we can get to the important matter at hand. Reckoning Day has come and gone, and I am in need of a new challenge. Ollie Linkoln ended up setting the bar pretty damn high for future opponents, but he ended up chosen by me. Now though, I want someone to step up. I want someone who has got the guts to play for blood. I want someone back there to step to the Maniacal Motherfucker. No titles on the line, no contendership chances, just a bit of that good old fashioned ultra violence. I gave all of you a week to think it over, so once again I am going to ask this one simple question. Who is it gonna be? Huh? Huh? Which of you back there is CRAZY enough? COME ON! COME OUT HERE YOU CRAZY FUCK!

There’s an almost ear piercing scream and then Sylvia Lopez comes running down the ramp. Shields smiles, stands up, tosses the chair out of the way, and grabs his kendo stick. Sylvia slides into the ring, pops up to her feet, ducks a kendo stick shot from Shields, hits the ropes, comes back, and takes him down with a Thesz press. Sylvia starts laying into Shields with wild punches, almost like a rabid dog. Shields manages to shove her off, stands up, and backs into the ropes, but Sylvia comes right back at him. The two start exchanging punches, just throwing hands. They brawl all over the ring, neither one really getting a clear advantage until Shields jams his thumb into Sylvia’s eye. Shields hits a knee to the breadbasket and then hauls Sylvia up onto his shoulders, setting her up for Majo No Toki. Before he delivers one of his signature neckbreakers, he smirks.

Matt Shields: Crazy fucking bitch!

There’s that trigger and Sylvia’s eyes go wide as she reaches down and rakes her nails across his face, gouging at his eyes and biting his fingers. She frees herself from his grasp, slides off, and sees his kendo stick lying on the mat. Sylvia gets an almost demented look on her face, smiling as she picks up the kendo stick. She spins around to see that Shields has slipped out of the ring and is standing behind four members of security. He laughs and gives her a condescending wave.

Matt Shields: What are you gonna do now crazy?

Sylvia drops the kendo stick, screams, runs at the ropes, and goes to the outside with a suicide dive, taking down the security team and Shields. Sylvia finds Shields among the bodies and the brawl is back on. Again they exchange shots, and again Shields looks to go to the eyes, but she grabs his hand and bites his fingers before more security runs down to break them apart. Five of them struggle to pull Sylvia away as Shields is fuming and has to be held back by the other five.

Matt Shields: It’s on now bitch.

Both of them stare at each other, both looking deranged and almost about to break free as security pulls Shields towards the back.
Sierra Silver stands in her locker room, bouncing from one foot to the other. She’s humming to herself as she psychs herself up for her upcoming match. She opens her eyes and jumps a little bit in surprise.

Sierra Silver: OH! I’m sorry, I didn’t see you there!

Sierra shifts her eyes from the left to the right, back and forth.

Sierra Silver: I know, right? What did little ol’ me do to deserve a shot at the Silver Mountain championship?? Well… To be honest, I dunno! Last time I was in a title match, I lost! But! But I am still super grateful to have the opportunity and plan to give it my all! See, I’m used to getting knocked down. I’ve been put on my butt more often than not! But that hasn’t stopped me yet.

Silver throws her fists into the air as she speaks.

Sierra Silver: I even lost to Morgan before this! We faced off for the Splat Multiuniversal championship and she beat me! It bummed me out, but as you can see, I’m still here! I may lose, I may fail, but I’ll never accept defeat! I’ll always get up and come back for more!

Sierra runs up to get face-to-face with the camera.

Sierra Silver: So this is for everyone watching! For the people who feel like they’re not going anywhere, who feel like you can’t do anything right, I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong! You can do anything you put your mind to, just as long as you don’t give up! Sure, you’ll probably come up short once or twice, but that’s okay. Nobody is perfect.. But it’s how we face failure that defines us! So watch me as I go out there, in the wake of my failure, and prove that Sierra Silver will not die!!!

Sierra takes a moment to catch her breath. Slightly flustered, she steps back, so that her face doesn’t completely take up the screen any longer.

Sierra Silver: S-sorry… I get a little… excited. My point is, I’m not the same girl who lost to Morgan in the past. I’m more experienced, more talented. And Morgan, if you think that’s who you’re getting, who you faced before, you’re in for a real surprise! Good luck!!!

Main Event/Silver Mountain Championship

Sierra Silver v. Morgan Payne ©

James calls for both Morgan and Sierra to approach the center of the ring where he explains the rules to each of them for this match. Once he finishes, he presents the Silver Mountain Championship to both ladies and to the crowd before calling for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

As the bell sounds, Morgan and Sierra circle the ring and take things slowly with one another before the two of them decide to lock up. Morgan uses her power advantage to begin forcing Sierra towards the ropes, but Sierra manages to slip out and go behind Morgan and put her into a waist lock. Morgan however is able to slip out and go right into a side headlock. Sierra backs up towards the ropes and pushes Morgan off of her and Morgan rebounds off the ropes and is met with a standing dropkick by Sierra that drops the champion. Sierra immediately grabs Morgan and pulls her up to her feet, but Morgan is able to deliver a forearm to the side of the head of Sierra and James verifies that it wasn’t a closed fist as Morgan takes Sierra down with a double leg takedown and immediately looks for a cross armbar. Sierra scrambles and makes it to the ropes to force a break. Morgan breaks at two as James signals that Sierra used up one of her three rope breaks for the match.

Morgan picks Sierra up and sends her into the corner. Morgan charges in and delivers a running forearm in the corner. She grabs Sierra by the wrist and onto her shoulders, but as she does, her right knee gives out and she drops. Sierra sees this and hits the ropes as she delivers a knee to the side of the head of Morgan and then goes to try and lock in a kneebar on the injured knee, but Morgan immediately scrambles to the ropes and forces a break and uses up one of her rope breaks for the match. Sierra breaks the hold as Morgan uses the ropes to get back up to her feet. As she comes out of the ropes though, Sierra is there to meet her with superkick and forces Morgan to roll out of the ring. Morgan walks around on the outside of the ring, gathering herself as Sierra uses the ropes and delivers a springboard crossbody onto Morgan on the outside. Sierra picks Morgan up and rolls her into the ring and goes for a cover, but Morgan rolls her shoulder up at two.

Sierra though, immediately tries to go back after the knee of Morgan, but Morgan is able to kick herself free and sweeps out the legs of Sierra before going right for an ankle lock. Morgan has the hold locked in as Sierra is in pain. She reaches towards the ropes and after fighting, eventually finds the bottom rope and forces yet another break. Morgan releases at four as she backs off and within seconds, she’s right back on the ankle of Sierra with another ankle lock as Sierra reaches out and grabs the ropes again and forces another break and using up her final rope break for the match. Morgan taps her temple as she smirks and walks around the ring as boos shower her. Morgan once again picks Sierra up and again lifts her up onto her shoulders for something, but as she does, Morgan’s knee gives out again and Sierra is able to break free.

Sierra picks Morgan up and delivers a buzzsaw kick that connects flush with Morgan as she drops to the mat. Sierra then climbs to the top rope and she delivers a double footstomp to Morgan who rolls towards the ropes, but Sierra is able to go for a cover, but at two, Morgan grabs the ropes. James indicates Morgan has one rope break left now as Sierra grabs Morgan and brings her to her feet. Sierra goes for another superkick, but Morgan grabs the foot and delivers a dragon screw before delivering a discus clothesline to Sierra. As Morgan hits the move though, she clutches at her injured knee and pounds on it, visibly cursing as she rips off the brace around it. As this is happening, Sierra is able to recover and make it to her feet. She grabs Morgan by the leg and once again locks in a kneebar. Morgan scrambles to the ropes again and she forces a break and uses her final rope break. She screams as grabs her knee and James comes over to check on her as well as the doctor. As this is happening, there is clear concern on the face of Sierra as Morgan is being checked out. Sierra comes over and checks on Morgan as well.

As Sierra leans down to check on Morgan, she kicks Sierra right in the knee with the injured leg and smirks as she stands up and is walking perfectly fine as she rips the brace off the rest of the way. Sierra gets to her feet and Morgan delivers a devastating Tastes Like Timbaland Boot, Bitch before picking Sierra up and delivering Dahntahn After Dahk I and smirks as she hooks the leg and gets the win.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, and STIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIILL Silver Mountain Champion, Morgan Payne!

James Reynolds: What a gutsy performance by the champ tonight with an injured leg and everything!

Nick Hanson: She was faking the injury the entire time, James. That Tastes Like Timbaland Boots was one of the most devastating ones Morgan has ever delivered. She wouldn’t have been able to do that if her knee was hurt.

James Reynolds: She’s just that good Nicky. And Behold The Kingdom, baby!

The show goes off the air with Morgan raising the title in the air, slapping the center plate as she gives a shout out to Kamila Rose, telling her she’ll see her at WrestleStock!

Result: Pinfall