NFW Collision #104 - 07/20/2021!

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Thank you for joining us again here in The New Frontier District! We’re honored to be a part of UGWC’s 10th Annual WrestleStock festival! Stick around for a bit, folks, because it is time for Tuesday Night Collision!!

Jim Reynolds: Nothing I love more than a big ass party, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Well, it’s a party definitely! There’s so many companies in the business all right here in the Sonoran Desert. Tournaments. Games. Signing booths.

Jim Reynolds: Hey, we’ve even got a dunk tank! I might hit that up!

Nick Hanson: You’ll sit right here and call this show like you’re supposed to.

Jim Reynolds: But…!

Nick Hanson: But nothing! You can do the dunk tank tomorrow!

Jim Reynolds: Fair enough! I gotta get my throwing arm ready!

Nick Hanson: I don’t wanna know. Anyhow, let’s go to the ring folks! It appears uh….ehh...we have company.

Jim Reynolds: Hey, show some respect for beauty, Nick!!!

Nick Hanson: UGGGGHHHHH, let’s take it to the ring, I guess!!!
Collision begins with the always gorgeous and elegant Grace Moretti in the ring. Royal blue seems to be the color choice of the night and Gucci appears to be the fashion house of choice as she stands in the spotlight, her extreme plunge neckline giving the fans a peek of her flawless form, but that’s all she allows. She’s in a very good mood, smiling and even waving to the crowd, though the wave is both regal and dismissive.

Grace Moretti: Ladies, gentlemen… actually I see none of those present so allow me to properly address you. Pathetic unwashed rubes, please stop stuffing nachos and cheap domestic beer into your disgusting faces and rise up for your future NFW Trios Champions… THE Beautification Movement.

The lights slowly dim and turn pink as “Sour Candy” begins to play. With every scream, a flashbulb goes off. As the first verse begins, a gold spotlight shines down on the center of the stage and a platform begins to rise up with Juliana Mendoza and Cayla Phoenix posing back to back. TAURUS rises up behind them and stretches his arms as the platform fully raises. Rainbow pyro shoots up on either side of them as Cayla and Juliana take each other's hand and slowly walk down the ramp, teasingly blowing kisses to the fans as TAURUS marches behind them. As they reach the bottom of the ramp they turn and lean in like they’re going to kiss, but then each turns and kisses TAURUS on the cheek. TAURUS is up the ring steps first, dressed to the nines, black Gucci dress pants and a royal blue dress shirt that clings to his chest. Juliana is the next up the steps, her dress nearly matches that of Miss Moretti, but it’s a bit tighter and there’s a long slit up the left leg. Cayla is the final member to enter the ring, teasing the big man a bit as she gives him a little grind when she steps over the middle rope, her dress a fair bit shorter than her compatriots, and not quite as low cut. TAURUS steps over the top rope and the quartet are pelted with boos as the spotlight widens to include all of them. TAURUS steps up and asks for the mic.

TAURUS: Listen here plonkers, ya shut your holes or I rip one of ya out the crowd and show ya what the inside of your arse looks like.

The boos die down a bit and TAURUS smirks as he takes his spot behind the ladies with Juliana taking the mic

Juliana Mendoza: Isn’t he just the best. I have to give credit to my bestie, Cayla Phoenix. THE Search for Beauty was her idea and look what it did for THE Beautification Movement. Not only did it stop biased management from wasting our time with meaningless matches to try and teach us some stupid lesson, but it brought us the missing piece of the puzzle here in NFW. Last week we showed everyone what THE Beautification Movement can do now that we are at full strength. Last week THE Beautification Movement defeated The Queen’s Guard right in the middle of this ring, with the greatest trio’s move that wrestling has ever seen. Last week THE Beautification Movement became THE Number One Contenders for The NFW Trios Champions, and do you all know what THE Beautification Movement is going to do next week? Go on and tell them bestie.

Juliana hands the mic off to Cayla with a kiss on the cheek and a smile. The fans start to boo once more, but TAURUS steps up again and they stop. He then puts a hand on Cayla’s shoulder and gives her a nod.

Cayla Phoenix: That's right, bestie! Our reformation has made us the true force we were always meant to be, and Taurus, Juliana, and I are going to take our rightful place as the top trio of not only NFW but, the entire spectrum of wrestling! In a short manner of time, The Beautification Movement will become THE Trios Champions of the world!

She said with a wicked smile, as Cayla opened her arms to bask in the glow of her own presence while the crowd booed her. Juliana smiled and laughed as TAURUS stepped over the top rope, went towards the crowd, and stared down at one of the booing fans.

Juliana Mendoza: Stop stop. As much fun as it would be to see you rip in half and as much as he certainly deserves it for daring to boo my bestie, he isn’t quite worth the lawsuit we would endure.

TAURUS stares down basically the entire first three rows and points at the one nerdy looking scrawny loser directly in front of him wearing a Second City Saints shirt. TAURUS moves back to the ring, hops onto the apron, steps over the top rope, and returns to his position behind the beautiful ladies.

Juliana Mendoza: Miss Moretti, of course the final word is yours.

Juliana presented Grace Moretti the mic and even did a little curtsy before she flipped off the crowd, really just the picture of class and sophistication at that moment.

Grace Moretti: So, people of NFW, as well as the management involved know our intentions, and we will succeed in doing so. Simply put, having us as champions is mutually beneficial for all of us, so I implore you not to interfere. Our takeover truly begins, now.

Gold pyro erupts from all four corners of the ring as pink confetti rains down on all the fans and a large banner proclaiming THE Beautification Movement: NFW’s Future is unfurled above them and they all raise a glass of champagne, just celebrating themselves and their apparent future success.
The scene comes up in the guest attendance area with Torian Drake closing up the door to the brothers' "office" that was set up. A crowd is kept back by a couple security guards as Torian waves and turns to ghe camera.

Torian Drake: What is up, Collision? Welcome back me, the Notorious Dragon, Torian Drake. And prepare yourselves for the spectacle tonight. You saw the exhibition on Trauma. Today it continues.

Torian begins to walk with the camera following him.

Torian Drake: Now let's make one thing clear: out here in the heat is where I thrive. Out here surrounded by the people is where I thrive. And in case you forgot Lillith, I'm not one to just get put away. You and Christina dodged us once, but it won't happen again.

He ducks to a "backstage" area.

Torian Drake:[/color] And Kassandra, that was a great showing a couple weeks ago, but we have our goals here as well. We aren't here to just be the eye candy for the straight ladies and gay guys, we're here to show what we're capable of.

He winks at the camera once as well.

Torian Drake: It's still business ladies. We're just the ones that'll be conducting it. With one mind.

Torian walks off camera before the scene fades out.

Alexandra Caldwell v. Trina Tanaka

Trina goes to shake Alexandra’s hand. Alex simply stares at Trina’s hand for a moment. Then looks into the eyes of her opponent. Alex takes Trina’s hand, nods respectfully. Immediately Trina is met with a sharp headbutt right between the eyes; followed by Alex pulling her into a knee to the gut, doubling Trina over. Followed by an elbow to the back of the neck from Alex that sends Trina down to a knee.

Alex backs up; charges and kicks Trina in the midsection. Once Trina is rolled over on her stomach, Alex mounts her. She drives repeated elbows into the head of Trina. Trina tries to cover up as best she can. Boxcar Jones, knowing that Trina is defenseless, tries to warn Alex that her behavior is over the top. Alex stops. Looks up at Boxcar. Shrugs her shoulders then returns back to unleashing all matters of hell.

Bored, Alex gets off of Trina. She allows the youngster to slowly get to her feet. She isn’t upright for long, Alex floors her with a discus clothesline. The woman formerly known as Diamond sighs as the crowd is letting her know that they don’t appreciate this new version of her. Alex grabs Trina by the hair, pulls her up, Irish Whips her into the turnbuckle. Charges after her, connects with a corner splash. Before Trina can collapse to the floor, Alex pulls her in, Over The Head Belly-to-Belly Suplex. Alex nips up. Drags Trina in front of the turnbuckle. Alex scales the ropes, the crowd is starting to murmur, they are expecting her to come off the top rope for the 450 Splash she calls The Final Credits. Alex shakes her head.

She hops off the top rope. Pulls Trina up, hoists her over her shoulder, then drops Trina on her head with a Belly-to-Belly Piledriver. Alex hooks the leg.

2

3

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall.. ALEXANDRA CALDWELL

Nick Hanson: Solid debut for Alexandra Caldwell!!

Jim Reynolds: Someone who means business! Finally!

Result: Pinfall

Alexandra picks up Trina Tanaka and shoots her through the ropes, earning the disdain of the crowd. She looks over the time keeper's station. She demands a steel chair and a microphone, both she is handed immediately. She walks back to the center of the ring. Sets up the steel chair. Takes a seat.

Alexandra Caldwell: I only want a spotlight, please.

The lights go out. Doesn’t take long for a single spotlight to shine down on her.

Alexandra Caldwell: Ahem... who’s dat girl... La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la. Alexandra’s dat girl... La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la…

Alexandra chuckles as she shakes her head.

Alexandra Caldwell: I remember the days when I would come out in front of fans like yourself. Coming up with a cool little jingle. Who’s dat girl? Diamond Caldwell was SUPPOSED to be that girl. She was supposed to be one of the best up and coming talents in the world. She was supposed to entertain each and every single one of you...and what happened? Did Diamond entertain you? Perhaps. Did Diamond wow you with her amazing athleticism? Maybe. Was your mouth salivating with thirst every time Diamond posted a photo on Twitter telling you to kiss her ass? I bet if I bent over right now you would line up for a chance to join the Diamond Kiss My Ass Club. The days where Diamond gallivanted around for your entertainment is O-V-E-R. OVER.

The crowd jeers. Alexandra scoffs. She rolls her eyes.

Alexandra Caldwell: I was led astray. A man that I grew up watching gallivant all over this ring taught me that entertaining all of you was everything. I listened. I sat under the learning tree. He taught me that being entertaining, trying to become a star, building the brand, being more marketable was going to be my ticket to success. Diamond entertained you. Win, lose or draw she always stood out. Always stole the show. Was on the tips of all your tongues. Honestly, what did all that gallivanting get me? I’ll tell you. Laughed at. Discredited. Ignored. Into a lot of drama that was beneath me. Oh... and screwed over in my last place of employment. Diamond allowed others to control the narrative for so damn long that it’s time for Alexandra to take the control BACK!

Alexander smiles.

Alexandra Caldwell: I am more than someone's girlfriend. I am more than a catchphrase. I am more than all the cute theatrics that Diamond made popular. I am one of the best professional wrestlers on the goddamn planet. I am a Heavyweight Champion in the making. If I get drafted to Trauma one of these days, Undisputed Champion. Diamond allowed others to rise up the ranks. She gave other people the spotlight that I deserve. You only live once, damn it, I am finally going to start living. I know, what I did to Trina wasn’t the most impressive thing on the planet BUT... what I do from this day forward will be. I am no longer a diamond in the rough. Like Alexander The Great, I am going to conquer the known world, NFW is my playground now, by the time I leave this company you all will be screaming from the rooftops…

Alexandra coldly smirks.

Alexandra Caldwell: ALL HAIL ALEXANDRA!!

Alexandra drops the mic. She closes her eyes as the boos reign down.

Nick Hanson: Alexandra making her intentions known to the Collision roster. Likely not going over well with the locker room…

Jim Reynolds: Doubt she cares, Nick! Sounds like she wants to evolve. In this sport you need to adapt or perish. I for one am looking forward to seeing what’s next for Alexandra.
The camera flickers to static after the previous segment. As the camera returns to normal, it is shown in a dark city, where the spire that happened to disappear, as a woman in a black robe carrying a torch was there with him. As the woman with pink hair appears on the other side of him, watching carefully as she giggled to herself. The cameraman seemed frightened as Kassandra began speaking.

Kassandra: When the Queen disappears, the minions will be unleashed and the darkness will play. Don’t worry she’ll be back, when she is ready to return, but until then, Mister J, Danae and I are on our own. See Danae may have lost last week, but House Crowley has played the last joke upon us. Locking us away…

She disappears from beside the cameraman, moving a bit down the street as the woman with the torch begins walking followed by the cameraman. Kassandra reappears sitting on a bench farther down the road waiting for the cameraman and the woman to join her as she kicks her legs. She got up, moving over to the woman taking the torch, then nodding as the woman disrobed, revealing Danae had been the one leading the cameraman.

Kassandra: We are looking past Trauma though, looking to my match tonight, where I get to get a chance on the Valkyries and the Drakes. See the three partners that did not compete on Saturday against each other, but who were at ringside… See I get it, Danae was pinned, and that is not a cardinal sin, within the group it is, and she was punished for it. I will avenge her, and there will be blood… Oh yes, Lilith, Dylan… for now we have been calm and controlled because of her will. Her will no longer controls us, and hence we are free…

Kassandra laughs as she throws the torch through the window of the nearby building as it lights up as the city follows her. As Kassandra laughed jumping up and down watching as the City continued to light up leading a path to the place where the former spire stood. Kassandra then stopped focusing on the cameraman.

Kassandra: And that is how you react once you find out the queen is gone…

Kassandra watches as her city begins burning to the ground, as she turns to the cameraman grabbing him moving him to the door, pushing him through with her and Danae, returning to the arena, as Kassandra lets him go.

Kassandra: Show time…

She watches Danae slam the door then the two walk off together high fiving.
Casey Holliday is in a perky, confident mood tonight and she doesn’t seem to show any fear or determination in regards to who she is facing tonight. The good mood and the good vibes from her win against Kamila Rose as well as her entry in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament certainly has her in good spirits and she’s not about to waver from that good vibe at all as she begins to express her thoughts.

Casey Holliday: Last week, I had announced that I was going to be part of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial tournament and how much I was looking to make a massively serious impact in that. Tonight? This is my opportunity to build some momentum going into that. Momentum is the name of the game at this point and I’m not about to squander it. Sure, I beat Kamila, but I know that NFW, things don’t come so easily and that I’ve got to grind and work for what I’ve got to achieve and that’s perfectly fine with me because this is something that I have done for my entire career, as young as it still is. So tonight, I got a doozy of a challenge… but is it a doozy because of her talent or is it so because of her reputation? Look, I’m not going to bullshit. It’s not like I haven’t HEARD of Crystal Hilton before. I know she’s talented. I know she’s accomplished. I also know based on what’s been retweeted on my timeline on occasion and from the grapevine from people I know that have encountered her in the past that her attitude and reputation often overshadows that in the worst way. Yeah, I’m not stupid. I know what I’m dealing with. Don’t worry, Crystal. I’m not here to talk about your reputation. I’m not here to bring up your shortcomings in other places you’ve been in past or present. I COULD, and a lesser person WOULD, but I won’t.

You have enough for a craving for the spotlight anyway, why the hell should I enable that any further? On top of that? Here’s where I got to be a little bit more honest… some would say ‘spicy’.

Casey pauses to think about the words she’s going to say as she has a brief debate as to whether to mince them and sugar coat or to just tell it like it is. This turns out to be easy for her as she continues on.

Casey Holliday: What’s happened in other places doesn’t mean a damn thing to me. This isn’t me saying that your accomplishments or what you’ve done mean nothing. They do because you can’t accomplish all of that without talent. What I am saying is, I’m not going to judge you by your accomplishments elsewhere, or even the attitude you have a reputation for having elsewhere. I know who you are, what you’re capable of and what you’re about and it’s best left at that, but let me tell you this, Christina. On paper, most would consider you the favorite going into this thing, but I’m a hell of a lot stronger and better than what you may think of me on the surface. I’ve been a world champion too. And hell, I’ll even admit that earlier in my career, I was far from anyone’s favorite in the locker room. We’re sort of alike in some ways, but the big difference between me and you is that this ISN’T about the spotlight for me! I don’t need the whole world to revolve around me. I don’t need to be front and center of my own melodramatic soap opera. I don’t need to THINK I am better than anyone because I know that on any given night I CAN be better than anyone and tonight, you just happen to be the person that’s across from me.

You want to come into this thing overconfident? I dare you. Please do! You may think I’m just another opponent to you because you’ve probably never heard of my name before we happened to cross paths tonight.

You want to come into this thing thinking that I’m just another opponent and that this is going to be an easy win? Be my guest. I know that’s a trap that those like you tend to fall into.

You want to act like you’re big and bad and you want to act as if it should be YOU in that spotlight and not some ‘nobody’ like me that you MAY brand me as? Fine. Two-time world champion, a barrier breaker, a trailblazer, and someone in this business that has done a HELL of a lot for a 25 year old! You may have done what you’ve done in your career, but have you ever won a tournament in just your FOURTH mainstream match ever? Have you ever been a world champion for 245 days? Have you ever made history in this business? I’m not talking about being a record X time world champion in ABC Wrestling Crystal, I’m talking about making history AND making a difference. Have you EVER been the first female world champion in any wrestling company you’ve ever wrestled for? I’VE done all of those things. I’ve made a career out of hitting the ground running and pulling out wins over people like you.

So brace yourself Crystal… because you’re going to be on the wrong end of what most people that follow NFW would call a ‘shocker’. I didn’t come to NFW to take a backseat to people like you, I’ll say that for a fact. Haters gonna hate, right? Crystal getting her ego bruised in 3… 2… 1… lights, camera, ACTION!

Casey shrugs, showing no regrets for anything that she just said or the slightly spicy attitude that she carried toward her opponents. She walks out of the scene and the scene fades to black.

Lilith Meadows v. Torian Drake v. Kassandra

The bell sounds and immediately, Chrissy looks at Lilith who rolls out of the ring as Chrissy yells at Kassandra and Torian to fight because they have to prove themselves. Torian and Kassandra look at each other and the two of them do indeed start to go at it with one another. Torian uses his power advantage to shove Kassandra back and when she charges in, she’s met with a popup powerbomb as Torian goes for a cover and only gets a two count. Torian picks Kassandra up and sends her into the corner. Torian charges in and delivers a corner dropkick before pulling Kassandra out and delivering a short arm clothesline. Lil hops up onto the ring apron and yells at Torian, but jumps down as he swings at her. She gives a childish taunt as she brings her hands up to ears and wiggles her fingers and sticks her tongue out. She laughs with Chrissy, but as she turns around, she sees Torian flying through the air and taking her out with a plancha over the top rope. Torian gets to his feet and as he does, Chrissy starts yelling at him. Dylan comes around and Chrissy backs away, but during the distraction, Torian turns around and Lil delivers a jawbreaker before sending him over the barricade and into the crowd.

Lil rolls into the ring and as she does, Kassandra is on her feet and delivers a headbutt that staggers Lil and follows up with a scoop brainbuster and goes for a cover, only to get a two count. Kassandra picks Lil up and she delivers an inverted DDT before climbing to the top rope and going for a frog splash, but Lil gets her knees up and drives them into the midsection of Kassandra. Lil gets to her feet and picks Kassandra up and delivers Bedlam before going for a cover, only for Torian to dive in and make the save. He picks Lilith up and throws her out of the ring before picking Kassandra up and looking for Bye-Bye Beddy, but as he climbs to the top rope, Kassandra crotches him and delivers a hangman’s DDT. She then climbs to the middle rope and looks to deliver Titan Spike, but Lilith comes in out of nowhere with a handful of Faerie Dust! Into the face of Kassandra it goes!! Kassandra grabs her eyes. Torian rolls away to the side, holding his crotch and Lilith grabs Kassandra delivering The Dreaming right in the center of the ring before stacking her up for the cover!!

TWO!

THREE!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, Lilith Meadows!

James Reynolds: BE-FUCKING-HOLD!!!!

Nick Hanson: Never take your eyes off a Faerie!! They can sneak in at any moment!!

Adrian Von Ziegler’s “Reign of the Dark” plays as Christina Olson brings in the Tag Team Championships and hands Lilith’s half to her. The partners hug before each taking up a corner and relishing in Lilith’s victory. As the two reconvene outside the ring, Christina gets up in the camera, showing her tag title belt. She points inside the ring asking if that’s all there is to challenge them at Sudden Death II. The champions clink their belts and get some of the crowd to join them in a “SKOL” chant as they take their leave.

Result: Pinfall

We find Matt Shields in his own private little oasis, a decent sized fully air conditioned tent with a king size bed wedged into one corner, a jacuzzi tub that looks like it could fit four in another, a full bar in one other, and a damn massage chair in the other. He’s behind the bar right now with a wide smile on his face as he has some bright red drink in his hand.

Matt Shields: Howdy there fuckos. What do you think of my WrestleStock digs? This shit wasn’t cheap, but there’s no damn way I am coming out to the fucking Sonoran god damn desert to bake all damn day and night in a place that might as well be called the devil's asshole. From now until the four minutes it takes me to get from here to the NFW stage, the let’s call it thirteen minutes to win my match, two minutes to celebrate, another four to get back unless I make a pit stop for some fun, then well like nine to get them interested and back here in air conditioned paradise. This is fucking bullshit. Then this match. So Sylvia Lopez, exactly who I wanted, answers my call all because of one little word, and this week I’m facing her good buddy Ronnie Lester. It’s clever Callaway. You are good at certain parts of your job for sure.

Shields downs his drink and then pulls out a blender, a bottle of Avion Reposado, triple sec, lime juice, fresh strawberries, honey. He mixes it all together, blends himself up another, and pours into a large glass.

Matt Shields: What? It’s hot as balls out and these are refreshing.

Shields makes his way over to the massage chair, sits down, and relaxes.

Matt Shields: Ronnie Lester. The Wicked one. The wild man. Never say die daredevil. A man like an Energizer god damn bunny. I’ll give you this Ronnie. Watching over some footage, seeing what you’re all about. You can damn sure take a beating. There is not a doubt about your ability to take a beating. You’ve never been beaten by me though. You have never stepped into the ring with the maniacal motherfucker himself. Every one of those fun nicknames I have, well earned. You though, I ain’t seeing nothing to make you worthy of that wicked name. Human punching bag? That would work? The Crash Test Dummy would be great. We could just call you a fucking lunatic. Keep it simple and just call you… crazy.

Shields laughs and laughs, clearly enjoying his joke more than everyone else.

Matt Shields: Ain’t no doubt that you’re a tough son of a bitch. I watched some stuff, I saw you take some stuff that would put other guys down. I also watched you ask someone to hit you harder. I watched you take a completely unnecessary risk and you ate it bad. You know what I do if someone ain’t got mustard on those strikes. I smile and lay the fuck into them. You’re one of these do it for the fans guys. The fans are the greatest, the fans are the best. When you’re rolling around in a wheelchair at age forty three, none of those fucking assholes will be there. That’s the real difference maker. Hell, I’m a crazy motherfucker myself, but mine is for me, not them.

Shields laughs again and lounges back shoving the camera away as he sips his drink.
Ronnie Lester comes walking around a corner to the interview area. He’d already been told a commotion was in progress, but that still hadn’t prepared him for what the noise he was hearing.

Ronnie Lester: Timber? Watch’yall doin’ in there?

Sylvia Lopez: He tried to interview Sylvia! Sylvia doesn’t like interviews!!!

Ronnie comes into the interview area and finds Sylvia surrounded.

Ronnie Lester: Well, shit, if I'd known y’all was havin’ a party, I’d have brought beer!

He shakes his head almost ready to laugh.

Ronnie Lester: No wonder Callaway sounded like that… look, y’all, you can do this the easy way, chill and let Timber just wander off here with me… or y’all can do this the hard way and we can all wait for the paramedics to come load y’all in the ambulances after Timber gets done showin’ you why that was the hard way… which will ya have?

The security guards share brief glances with one another before eventually deciding that the easy way is the best choice and so they all take their leave. A couple of them helping the interviewer, Brandon Davies to his feet as he glares at Lopez, clutching his jaw.

Brandon Davies: The Hell is your problem?! You’re one cra--

Ronnie quickly cuts him off.

Ronnie Lester: Ya know, that’s probably a mistake… you wanted an interview, right? So go on and ask me since I'm fightin’ Mister Shields here in a spell… you get your interview, Timber gets to stay peaceful and nobody gets called that word… deal?

Brandon Davies: Are you kidding me?! I’m here on UGWC business! If Ms Lopez didn’t want an interview then she should have just said! I’m outta here!

The interviewer throws up his arms before leaving the area before Lopez can sink her teeth into him, which she likely would have if given the opportunity.

Ronnie Lester: Well, guess that takes care of that problem, don’t it?

He starts laughing and turns to face Sylvia.

Ronnie Lester: So, shall we get ready to have me go fight Shields then?

The Bellevue Banshee frowns at the mention of Lester’s opponent's name and she begins to pull at her hair.

Sylvia Lopez: He called Sylvia crazy! He called Sylvia crazy!!! HE CALLED SYLVIA CRAZY!!!

Ronnie Lester: And I get to punch him in the mouth for it tonight.

A large smile grows on Lopez’s face as she begins to bounce on the spot, clapping her hands while nodding her head.

Sylvia Lopez: Yes! Yes you will! Ronnie will punch Shields tonight!

Her jaw then drops as if she just had an idea and she pats Lester on the shoulder.

Sylvia Lopez: Oh! Oh! Oh! Can Sylvia play too?!

Ronnie Lester: Timber can come too if she wishes.

Lopez giggles in excitement, clapping her hands before she jumps onto Lester’s back so he’s giving her a piggyback and she points off camera.

Sylvia Lopez: Let’s go play! Let’s go play!

Lester chuckles as the two disappear off camera as we cut elsewhere.

Matt Shields v. Ronnie Lester

The drunk and the demented circled around then locked up, both working to get that advantage but stalling out. Shields shoved Ronnie off, circled around, then held his hands up and looked over at Priscilla Mayer and tells her she forgot the match weapon check. She should see if he’s hiding anything in his pants. Ronnie doesn’t stand for that too long and the Wicked one dropkicks the Maniacal Motherfucker right in the bag of the head. Ronnie follows with a quick Russian leg sweep, and a lightning fast hurricanrana right into a close two count. Ronnie hits the ropes and hits a basement dropkick as Shields is getting to his feet. Shields rolls to the outside to try and shake the cobwebs, but Ronnie isn’t letting up, taking flight with Suicidal Tendencies, wiping Shields out on the floor. Ronnie is up and the crowd is cheering on the NeverDie Battery as he grabs Shields by his mangy hair, pulls him up, and rolls The Hellhound back inside. Ronnie makes the cover and Priscilla is right there to make the count

TWO...

THR- KICK OUT!

Shields just manages to kick out as it took Ronnie a little to get him back into the ring after the devastating high risk maneuver. Ronnie brings Shields up and gets his eyes raked then he’s leveled with a European uppercut, spun around, and dropped with a jumping neckbreaker. The crowd is quick to boo, which sends Shields rolling to the ropes and hanging over them as he begs them for more boos.

Matt Shields: Bring it on fuckos. The more you boo, the more neckbreakers I deliver.

Shields gets to his feet, brings Ronnie up and this time he pokes Ronnie in the eye hits a couple of quick forearm smashes, and then hits a straitjacket neckbreaker, covers, and gets a 2 count. Shields hauls Ronnie up again and starts choking him, but Priscilla is quick to begin the five count. Shields releases at four hits a quick enziguri then delivers a pumphandle neckbreaker. Another cover and another two count. Shields looks at Priscilla Mayer like she’s counting slow, but backs off brings Ronnie up, and gouges his eyes, getting another warning from Priscilla. Shields releases, hits a big high knee, and hauls Ronnie up for Majo No Toki. Shields covers

TWO...

THRE - KICK OUT!

Shields is staring daggers at Priscilla and he starts screaming it was a slow count. He gets right in Priscilla’s face and she backs down for a bit but is still assuring him it was only a 2 count. Shields growls and turns back to Ronnie Lester. He brings Ronnie up and sets for Frailty, pushes him out, goes to bring him back in and the elbow is ducked as Ronnie pulls Shields with him, springboards up to the top rope, backflips off, and tosses Shields with a Japanese arm drag. Ronnie almost seems surprised by himself, but he takes a few seconds to catch his breath, notices Shields is getting up in the corner, and delivers a big running knee strike followed by a snap suplex and a float over for a 2 count. Ronnie wants to keep the offense going, but an eye rake and a knee to the midsection cut that plan off. Shields hits a quick corkscrew neckbreaker to buy himself a little time to catch his breath and recollect as he starts unwrapping his wrist tape. As Ronnie is starting to get back up, Shields pounces and wraps the wrist tape around the throat of Ronnie, choking him. Priscilla quickly administers the five count and again Shields releases at five. He then pulls Ronnie up, wraps the tape around his throat again, again releases at four, then knees Ronnie in the gut and sets him up for Greetings From Crystal Lake. Ronnie manages to drive his elbow into the ribs of Shields, counters, and spins into a poisonrana, spiking Shields into the mat. Ronnie gets up, starting to breathe deep, still a little wobbly, but he moves to the ropes, climbs up, and flies off with The Scarlet Letter. Ronnie lands hard and it takes him an extra second or two to crawl into the cover

TWO...

THRE - FOOT ON THE ROPE!

Ronnie had hooked the inside leg and instead of the far and Shields was just able to get his foot barely on the rope. Priscilla Mayer looks genuinely sorry, but Ronnie nods brings Shields up, hits a knife edge chop, an overhand chop, another knife edge, and then a dropsault out of nowhere really rocks Shields. Ronnie brings Shields up onto his shoulders looking for The Guilt Trip, but Shields has his fingers in Ronnie Lester’s nostrils, yanking back until Lester has no choice but to let Shields go. Shields steps back and just kicks Ronnie Lester right in the balls. It looks like he is trying to split the uprights and Priscilla Mayer immediately calls for the bell.


Roger Arden: Your winner as a result of a Disqualification… RONNIE LESTER!

Nick Hanson: Really? That’s how you’re gonna end this match you piece of garbage? That was just blatant and ridiculous.

Jim Reynolds: I can get on board with the eye raking and gouging and the chokes and the nostril pull, that was unique. Those were all strategic. That though cost him the match and it’s just a punk ass move.

Nick Hanson: And of course, now there’s a kendo stick and a chair.

Shields is waiting with the kendo stick as Ronnie slowly gets up, clutching the family jewels when he nearly gets his head taken off by discus kendo stick strike. Ronnie is wobbly when Shields pulls him right into Greetings From Crystal Lake. Shields looks up the ramp and smiles as he brings Ronnie up, puts the chair right in the middle of the ring, Delivers a hard knee to the midsection of Ronnie, then sets him up with obviously evil intentions.

Matt Shields: Come on out and save your buddy. You CRAZY BITCH!

Shields starts laughing as he brings Ronnie up for The Hellhound’s Bite. Sylvia comes charging in, screaming as she slides into the ring, pops up, and flies at Shields with a headbutt right to the chest. That attack frees Ronnie and staggers Shields, but he comes back with a right hand. Sylvia fires a stiff chop into his chest and he comes right back with a blistering forearm. They trade shots for a bit, neither one really giving in. Shields’ chest is reddening almost as bad as Sylvia’s neck as Shields always has his focus. Sylvia absorbs a particularly hard shot, then rakes the eyes of Shields. Sylvia begins laughing and smiling as she notices that her buddy Ronnie Lester has the chair Shields had brought in. Sylvia decides to pay Shields back for the low blow with one of her own as she delivers a hard soccer style kick to the ole coin purse right as Ronnie Lester slammed a steel chair across his back. Shields collapses in a heap and the crowd is ecstatic as Ronnie and Sylvia celebrate, while Ronnie also calms Sylvia down a bit and keeps her from possibly maiming Shields for his usage of the “C Word”

Result: Disqualification

The scene opens up at the NFW section of WrestleStock at a booth where Rayola Davine is doing signatures and photo ops. She has on a white shirt with her black wings today. She finishes up signing another autograph book.

Rayola Davine: Thank you, enjoy the show. It's gonna be Davine.

Rayola gives a smile as the kids she sifned for walk off. Next up is two little girls who hand her some of her Davine Ray Designs products. She looks at the two sisters and laughs.

Rayola Davine: Now I know you two aren't old enough for these yet. Are these for your mother?

Sister 1: No they're for us.

Sister 2: We want to be like you when we grow up.

Sister 1: And we want something cool to show us that.

Rayola looks like she could tearnup a little and holds her arms out. The two girls lean in and they hug for a couple seconds before Rayola signs the stuff.

Rayola Davine: I didn't make this stuff to be written on even with marker, but I didn't know what was gonna happen back then either.

Rayola looks at the girls as she finishes signing the pieces.

Rayola Davine: I want you two to remember something. No one ever got where they want by taking the easy path. That's not to say find the hardest path ever and take that, but the more challenges you face, the better off you'll be. Just stay focused on what you want and do what you have to do to get there. Within reason of course, but that's what your mom and dad will teach you all about. The best part of the journey is what you'll learn along the way anyway. Do all that and I know you two will be big stars one day.

Thwbtwo girls giggle and thank Rayola, but as they walk away she calls out to them

Rayola Davine: Hey. Watch us fly.

The two girls get even more excited. Rayola watches them go with a satisfied expression on her face as she continues her autograph session.
There happened to be a storm brewing, as the cameraman made his way through the dark desert. There were three sets of footprints in the dirt, as the cameraman looked back watching the two sets vanish, as he was moving closer to the two women who were there. One was wearing a cub mask over her eyes, the other was wearing sugar skull makeup, as the lightning cracks behind them. The cameraman shivered as he got to them, seeing the familiar glow of the Green eyes of Ember or Kamila Rose and her fiancé Tia Santos.

Kamila Rose: Given the timeframe I had figured you would not catch up to us, but there have been times I have been mistaken in the past. See two weeks ago, I mistook Casey Holliday and I ended up receiving a Silver Mountain title match for my mistake, but that was the plus side. See Morgan I know you're watching, in truth, I’m ready for this match. See sure in the desert anything can happen, it's an unstable playground…

Tia: So much fun to be had in the valley of the dead. So many playthings. Pretty pretty little playthings.

Tia muses in Spanish with subtitles on the screen. The rumble of thunder in the sky causes her eyes to drift shut as her hands float out to her sides and she does a little spin, dancing to a tune only she can hear.

The lightning storm continues to brew in the background, as Ember smiles looking over at Tia giving her a Kiss. Kamila then took her hand, observing her fiancé then watched as the lightning struck once more just off in the distance behind them. The black sand burned as Ember began speaking once more.

Kamila/Ember: Ever see sand after it’s been hit by lightning, it forms something beautiful, the molecules in the sand get all re-organized and such, forming glass. See there’s just enough heat in the lightning to form it rapidly, but it's fragile. See Morgan, Kamila is a fragile being, she knows it, I know it, Tia loves her for it. That is why the little control I do have over her life, means you will be facing Kamila dear Morgan, but it means that little shadow of a ghost inside of her will be the one you fight. I’m gonna be the one to choke your ass out in the desert…

Tia: Death, Morgan Payne, is but a new beginning.

Tia’s tone to her fiancé’s opponent is more comforting than foreboding. The scene fades out with Kamila picking up one of the glass shards from behind them, keeping it as she skips along with Tia.
The backstage waiting area, the members of Arsenal are gathered together to ready for their match against the Socialites.

Jeszika Gautier: Fuck it’s hot here…

Nikki almost laughs.

Nikki Peltier: Reminds me of that one job in…

Ashley raises a hand up, cutting Nikki off before she can finish her thought.

Ashley Kenyon: Please don’t say Reno…

Both Jeszika and Bethany’s eyes go wide as saucer plates at the mention of the now infamous Reno incident.

Jeszika Gautier: Not Reno…

Bethany Kenyon: Please not Reno!

To the relief of her friends, Nikki shakes her head.

Nikki Peltier: Kingman and then Henderson…

Ashley stares for a second and then nods.

Ashley Kenyon: Kazama in the desert?

Bethany nods.

Bethany Kenyon: The ice cream parlor.

Jeszika shakes her head.

Jeszika Gautier: That place needed to be gone before we ever saw it…

Ashley smirks.

Ashley Kenyon: Appropriate memory for fighting the fuckin cheap plastic Barbie Bitches then ain’t it?

Jeszika suddenly looks like she’s smelled something nasty.

Jeszika Gautier: Black Hole Sun?

Ashley Kenyon: God I wish…

Bethany grins.

Bethany Kenyon: Let’s go make it a reality...

Jeszika and Ashley both nod their agreement.

Nikki Peltier: Well, it’s hot enough… let’s go test out the grill!

Arsenal v. The Socialites

The Socialites run over and attack Arsenal before they’ve finished their pre-match meet to decide which one will start. The Page Sisters push Bethany and Ashley through the ropes to the floor and decide to focus on Jeszika. They take turns working her over before hitting a double team move and Bianca covers Jeszika.

TWO!

JESZIKA KICKS OUT!

The Page Sisters continue taking turns until Tiffany Lynn calls for an end from the floor. Bianca goes to distract the referee while Danielle and Vanessa move in and look to end Jeszika with Tiffany Lynn’s help. Tiffany Lynn drops to the floor after making contact with jezika, Bianca slides out to the floor and Danielle steps out while Vanessa looks for the cover.

TWO!

JESZIKA KICKS OUT!

As the Socialites continue on, Vanessa looks for a roll-up with her feet on the ropes. Tiffany Lynn tries to help her but the referee sees it and kicks them loose from the ropes. Jeszika rolls over into a cradle.

TWO!

VANESSA KICKS OUT!

Jeszika makes the tag to Bethany and she comes in, Ashley right behind her. Tiffany Lynn tries to throw powder in one sister’s eyes while Bianca tries to spray perfume in the other’s. Both Kenyons duck. The powder goes into Vanessa’s eyes while the perfume goes into Danielle’s. Bethany and Ashley snap off Kiss Offs in stereo, sending both Tiffany Lynn and Bianca crashing to the floor. They catch the screaming Danielle for Kiss Your Ass Goodbye and then move in on Vanessa. They hit Up Your Arsenal with Jeszika rolling away and allowing Bethany to cover.

TWO!

THREE!

~ Ding Ding Ding ~

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

Nick Hanson: And the NOLA three come out with a dominant win!

Jim Reynolds: Bah!! Did you see that gangland mentality, Nick? That was unfair against such specimens of class and beauty as The Socialites!

Nick Hanson: Yeah, yeah, I know. You’re gonna look for every excuse in the world to--

Voice: Well, well!! Congratulations! Congraaaaatulations ladies!

Nick Hanson: Uh-oh! What’s…? It’s the boss!

The fans quiet down and Arsenal’s music fades as Luthor Callaway comes out from behind the curtain with a microphone, nodding in approval to the performance.

Luthor Callaway: See, this is why I booked this match, because I knew both teams were gonna deliver. How’d y’all like that one folks?! Give it up for ‘em!!

Luthor throws his arms up as the crowd gets loud in their seats. They quiet down again before too long because by now, everyone knows, if the General Manager’s out here, he’s got something important to say.

Luthor Callaway: So...after that match...I’d say that, as the winners, Jeszika...Kenyon Sisters…. Y’all have more than earned a match, or rather a rematch in y’alls case, for the NFW Trios Tag Championships!!

Nick Hanson: How about that!!!

Jim Reynolds: I hate that!!! They had their shot!!!

Nick Hanson: They haven’t gotten their rematch yet!!

Jim Reynolds: Cry me a fucking river!!

The crowd gets loud again. Meanwhile, The Socialites look more than a little displeased while Arsenal look at each other, grinning and starting to hug and high five each other. Luthor raises a hand, asking for silence before folding his hand in to extend his index finger.

Luthor Callaway: That match...will happen at Collision’s next supershow...in Miami Beach, Florida...Cruel Summer 2. It’ll be Arsenal...challenging for the NFW Trios Championships...IN A TABLES, LADDERS AND CHAIRS MATCH!!!!

The crowd gives another thunderous pop as Arsenal become elated. Bethany punches her hand, Jeszika claps overhead with a big smile and Ashley, clear as day can be heard yelling “HELL YEAH, MOTHERFUCKER!!!” Luthor Callaway moves the mic around to take in the roar of the crowd before bringing it back to his lips.

Luthor Callaway: Y’all enjoy the rest of the show, folks. Remember: drink some fucking water!

He disappears back through the curtain as the camera catches Arsenal celebrating and The Socialites voicing their disdain for the decision amongst themselves.

Nick Hanson: ARSENAL GETS THEIR REMATCH FOR THE TRIOS TITLES AT CRUEL SUMMER 2!! AND IT’S GONNA BE IN A TLC MATCH?! HOLY COW!!!

Jim Reynolds: Who are they facing though?! Guess we’ll find out next week!

Nick Hanson: The Second City Riot Squad will defend against The Beautification Movement on next week’s Collision!

Jim Reynolds: That’s THE Beautification Movement, you uncultured swine!

Result: Pinfall

We see Malaya Diyosa enjoying some Mexican horchata at a patio, as she was watching some of the events of WrestleStock take place, as she noticed the Socialites coming to the patio to unwind after their match.

Malaya Diyosa: "Hey girls, good fight out there. Come take a break."

She said in a cordial manner, offering some cold drinks for them. Vanessa encourages Bianca and Danielle to go over and sit with Malaya. Bianca and Danielle look at each other then look to reluctantly agree. The three women walk over. Vanessa hugs Malaya as Bianca and Danielle take a seat.

Vanessa Page: How are you doing, girl?

Malaya Diyosa: "I've been doing okay, just enjoying the show, and kinda wish I got booked. You look really cute today, by the way."

She said with a smile, paying a little more attention to Vanessa, since she was nicer to her.

“Classy” Bianca Page: I know I do.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: She was talking about me.

“Classy” Bianca Page: I doub…

Vanessa Page: Whatever ladies. You know she was talking about me.

Vanessa looks over Malaya

Vanessa Page: Thanks girl. You look great too. You will be able to show the entire NFW fans how great you are in the ring so soon.

Malaya Diyosa: "I really hope so, Nessa. I'm excited to get some proper competition."

She said, making drinks for them all, as she began to pass them out to the blonde sisters

Malaya Diyosa: "You girls must be really blazing from the heat out, here, have some!"

She said, pouring up some iced horchata and giving the first glass to Danielle, and then to Vanessa.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: The sun is actually not as hot as we are.

Vanessa Page: Thank you for the drinks, M. We appreciate it.

As Vanessa reaches for a drink, Bianca makes a snippy comment.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Yes, you must be delighted that we appreciate you.

Malaya was taken back by the comment a bit, but tried to keep cool as she passed Bianca the drink, but it slipped as she poured it along her chest.

Malaya Diyosa: "Oh my gosh, I'm so sorry, hope I didn't ruin anything!"

She said, as Malaya was looking for some paper towels. Meanwhile, Bianca scoffed and began to throw a fit, before storming off, as Danielle followed her, as did Vanessa while Malaya was alone, hoping she didn't offend them too much.

The crowd boos immensely as "TEARS" by HEALTH kicks in following those acapella vocals. The Genesis Champion Katelin Descarrilado saunters out in circular sunglasses and a mask.

Jim Reynolds: Thank... whatever she believes in, out comes Katelin Descarrilado, the Genesis Champion!

Nick Hanson: Last week, Dona Rotten had that woman dead to rights and was poised to win back her Genesis Title.

Jim Reynolds: But she didn't, did she Nick? No, because let me repeat myself: out comes Katelin Descarrilado, the Genesis Champion! With HER title over HER shoulder!

Nick Hanson: I just hope whoever she calls out this week ends this charade and we have a Genesis Champion worth respecting again.

Jim Reynolds: Your quick-sided view of life disgusts me, Nick. Much as I have my biases, and Katelin is one of them, every champion is worth respecting.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, the champion... from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 115 pounds. She is the current NFW Genesis Champion... the Devil in the Details, KATELIN DESCARRILADO!

Descarrilado slowly paces to the ring, holding her Genesis Championship up over her head all the way down from the stage to ringside. She climbs the ringside steps and enters, where a chair awaits her to sit. That she does after taking Roger Arden's microphone, which obviously draws Arden's ire. "TEARS" fades out as Descarrilado removes her facial gear, which prompts the crowd to boo heavily at the Ice Queen.

Katelin Descarrilado: Considering her line to me on the textual trash receptacle known as Twitter before last Tuesday, I do believe Dona Rotten is in the NFW unemployment line now next to Eddy Poe. Tren took care of Poe before, and I took care of Rotten last week. You could say we cleaned out the filth. Much like I intend to do tonight for my second defense. For this second defense, there is context that needs addressed, so allow me to bring reference to my first match as a New Frontier Wrestler. Video wall, please.

The video wall shows the opener from Collision #97, where Katelin body-checks Etsuko off the apron before Anderson runs in with a bulldog. Descarrilado staggers up before Katie lands Bad Street Blues and pins Katelin for a three count. Anderson celebrates as Etsuko's manager Pet yells her head off and as Katelin saunters away.

Katelin Descarrilado: You will see there, Katie Anderson pinning me. Now, I dealt with Katie Anderson afterwards, and she still yells at me on Twitter to this day for it. And for what happened before I won my title two weeks ago, but I had nothing to do with that. I think you would all know if I did.

The crowd very clearly do not believe Descarrilado, as they boo even louder at Katelin's continued denial.

Katelin Descarrilado: Regardless, the reason I bring this up is because this was a triple threat match also involving one Etsuko Mitzusaka. Mitzusaka-sama, your manager claimed you were undefeated after this first match. Despite the fact that you also clearly lost. Your manager started that off my back. Petty as it seems, I have owed you a match since then because of it. You may not be undefeated anymore, but to put it a way that would make my husband proud? I will still kick your ass in so many ways that there will have to be a parental advisory before our match goes to air.

The Devil In The Details holds her Genesis Championship up to another chorus of boos.

Katelin Descarrilado: And considering recent events, I now have two perfect reasons to make sure of it.

Katelin now rises from her chair and kicks the chair behind her out of the ring before handing her title to Hiroki Tanaka, who spits something dirty to her afterwards in Japanese, which Descarrilado regards with a sharp exhale through her nose.

Katelin Descarrilado: Etsuko Mitzusaka, you are now on the clock.

"Kid Buu" by Bruce Faulconer and remixed by 94Stones starts up as Katelin hands the microphone back to Roger Arden, who glares at the Ice Queen.

=Katelin Descarrilado's Anti-Open Challenge=

This match started off slow as Katelin and Etsuko circled the ring. Some fans started their usual “CO-WARD, CO-WARD” chant against Katelin while to the surprise of some (and the delight of Pet) others started to chant “FUCK HER UP ETSUKO, FUCK HER UP!” *clap clap* “FUCK HER UP ETSUKO, FUCK HER UP!” *clap clap*. Etsuko goes for a lock up a few times but Katelin fakes her out, turning her back to the challenger and stalling things out. After about three times doing this, Etsuko just rushes Katelin but the Ice Queen backs up and leans through the ropes to force a break. Etsuko starts to get more and more frustrated while Pet yells at the referee to do something, anything! Make Katelin stop messing around and fight! Just as the commentary team begin to argue on whether or not Katelin’s just trying to run the clock out again, Etsuko steamrolls past the ref during another rope break and starts to violently put the boots to Katelin’s midsection. She breaks off at the count of 4 but grabs Katelin up by the hair, leans her back against the ropes again, going to town with the forearm strikes. The violent impact rocks Katelin’s head back and forth until the count of 4 where Etsuko whips her off of the ropes and yanks her back in for a Short Arm Clothesline, going for the first cover of the match!

TWO!

NO!

Katelin’s shenanigans up to this point have taken up the first five minutes down to the match and we’re down to 10 minutes left in this 15 minute Genesis Division contest! Etsuko glares at the ref and slaps her hand three times before bringing her aggression back to Katelin. She holds onto her wrist and hits her with a series of repeated short arm clotheslines, followed by a swinging neckbreaker. Etsuko picks Katelin up again and goes for a vertical suplex but Katelin manages to turn her body that she drops down behind Etsuko and snaps her down to the mat with a Reverse Bulldog during her fall! Etsuko pops up into a sitting position, holding the back of her head as Katelin stumbles up to her feet and back against the ropes. Katelin steps out with a penalty kick right to the spine but it only seems to piss Etsuko off and the woman roars in defiance. Katelin dashes across the ring, hits the ropes and comes charging in with a Running Knee Strike to send Etsuko back down to the mat. Katelin catches herself on the ropes again and takes the time to gloat a bit, placing her foot on Etsuko’s head for the Garvin Stomp while she raises her arms up; stone cold expression as a response to the booing fans. Etsuko swats her foot off her head and Katelin responds with an actual stomp to the head for her troubles. She grabs Etsuko by the legs and turns her over, starting to go for the Death March but Etsuko braces her hands and jerks herself back around, sending Katelin tumbling to the mat. Katelin stumbles back up to her feet and backs into a corner. Etsuko comes running in, looking for blood but Kateln catches her in the mid section with a kick. She kicks her in the stomach again, then boots her across the head. As Etsuko turns her back to Katelin while she’s reeling, Katelin hops up onto the middle turnbuckle and dives off for a big Bulldog onto the Red Oni! She rolls her over and the champ goes for the cover!

TWO!

TH-NO!!!

Etsuko kicks out and the 10 minute mark is announced, leaving 5 minutes in the match! Both women get up to their feet again and start a trade off of strikes. Etsuko stiffs the shit out of Katelin with forearms. Katelin responds with ear popping chops across Etusko’s leather top. This goes on for about a minute until Katelin pops off with one of those chops right across Etsuko, essentially slapping the shit out of her. Etsuko touches her mouth with a fire in her eyes, turns around to sock Katelin and catches the Ice Queen’s thumb right in her eye. She grabs her eyes and turns her back to Katelin again who steps back, runs in and hits a Float Over DDT, spiking Etsuko’s head into the mat. At this point, Pet gets up onto the apron, drawing Katelin’s attention over. The referee comes over to back Katelin away from Pet, insisting the focus on the match.. While this is going on, Pet grabs Etsuko’s arnis stick with shattered pieces of red porcelain glues to the business end and slides it into the ring before climbing up onto the apron. Katelin doesn’t see it. The referee doesn’t see it. The referee does see Pet on the apron now and comes over to tell her to get down. Behind Katelin, Etsuko grabs her stick and readies it for a shot as soon as Katelin turns around. As soon as she does, however, Etsuko swings and Katelin spots her with just enough time to give her the juke. She drops down to her knees and nails Etsuko with a forearm right up between the legs. Don’t let anyone ever tell you it doesn’t hurt women, too! Katelin grabs the stick up as Etsuko falls to her knees, cocks back and NAILS her across the back of the head with a homerun swing! Etsuko falls forward and Katelin tosses the stick out of the ring. Pet’s jaw drops as she saw what happened and starts yelling for the referee to turn around and look but by the time Referee Heather Young does turn around, Katelin’s hooking the leg, screaming for her to get her ass over and make the count. Heather Young baseball slides into position and--

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner aaaaand STILL the NFW Genesis Champion!!! The Ice Queen...KATELIN...DESCARRILADO!!!!

Nick Hanson: Well, I can’t condone how Katelin went about retaining it but Etsuko wasn’t exactly innocent in her own endeavors, either!!

Jim Reynolds: STILL YOUR GENESIS CHAMPION, BAYBAY!!!!

Katelin takes the belt from the referee and yanks her arm away when Heather Young goes to raise it up. The champion raises the belt herself without an ounce of emotion in her cold eyes before dropping and rolling out of the ring. She hangs the title over the back of her shoulder like a knapsack and methodically makes her way towards the back without so much as looking over her shoulder. Inside the ring, Pet gets Etsuko to come around; both women fuming over the result.

Result: Pinfall

The scene shifts to the interview area where Josh Davidson is standing by.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome my guest at this time. With her manager, Seo-Hyung Kwon. She is…

Josh looks off screen a little uncomfortable.

Off-Screen: Just say it.

Josh takes a deep breath and continues.

Josh Davidson: She is “That Bitch” Jansen Myrrh.

Jansen enters the screen from one side and Kwon from the other.

Josh Davidson: Welcome back to NFW. You had a recent medical scare and emergency surgery. How are you feeling these days.

Kwon reaches over and pulls the microphone from in front of Jansen to in front of herself.

Seo-Hyung Kwon: Listen, Josh. Jansen Myrrh isn’t going to sit here and talk about her surgery. She’s not going to talk about her rehab. She’s not going to talk about her hospital stay. Coming back from all of that was never a concern for Jansen Myrrh. It was inevitable. She was here for Reckoning Day when she was approached by General Manager Callaway to be the referee for the main event. Jansen Myrrh walked to the ring, called that match down the middle and the best wrestler won that night. Did Miss Kusanagi get a little handsy with “That Bitch” Jansen Myrrh? She sure did. Did Jansen Myrrh take a bite out of Kusanagi’s nose. She sure did. Everything that Angel Kusanagi got that night at the hands of Jansen Myrrh was deserved, at the very least. Jansen Myrrh has a vision for her future and that future is to be the World’s Heavyweight Champion as her uncle was before her. She will not let Yukiko Kusanagi interfere with that destiny.

Jansen just stands there and smirks as Kwon speaks on her behalf.

Seo-Hyung Kwon: Now that the talking points have been reiterated, if you have any additional questions for Miss Myrrh, you can address her now.

Josh Davidson: Very well. Jansen Myrrh, what’s next on your agenda?

Jansen Myrrh: Looks like Freakazoid Kusanagi is next on my list. She might not like the way I called that match, but the fact is, I called it fair and square. I let those two idiots beat the crap out of each other. That moron Damon Cross won that match. Kusanagi don’t like it? Tough fucking shit. I couldn’t give two shits whether or not she liked it. I did the job that was asked of me without asking for a goddamned thing in return. I don’t need shit handed to me like Mendoza. I’m gonna step into that ring and beat people up until fucking Callaway finally decides that I’ve done enough to get a title shot, then so fucking be it. I don’t care if it’s the fucking Genesis title, the fucking Silver Mountain Title or the World Heavyweight Championship. I’m ready to strap gold around my waist and I’m not gonna stop until it happens. But now, someone decides that it’s a good idea to bring Jansen Myrrh to the fucking desert. The goddamned fucking desert. I was already in a piss poor mood but things turned around when I got the punch Angel Kusanagi right in the goddamned face. Got a fucking citation. A fucking ticket for fighting a crazy-ass bitch. I’ll be happy to pay this shit...

Something catches Josh’s eye and he immediately scrambles away as from the side, Kusanagi attacks Jansen, knocking her right into Kwon, sending the manager sprawling to the concrete. Kusanagi puts the boots to Jansen while she’s down and security immediately runs in to try and pull her off. Kusanagi throws an elbow back in the face of the guard behind her, blatantly kicks the second right between the legs, almost mirroring last week. She turns her attention back to Jansen and drops down, grabbing her by the hair where she just starts throwing right hands down across her face; all while yelling, growling, practically shrieking with rage. Just when it looks like she isn’t about to stop, she stands up and grabs the frame to the interview curtain and tips it over onto Jansen. More insult to injury than anything else, really. Finally, as things start to calm down, Kusanagi stands there, huffing. Her shoulders rise and fall with each breath when she finally switches her attention from Jansen Myrrh to Seo-hyung Kwon, still on the ground where she fell. Kusanagi moves again with a quickness that puts her right over Kwon before the manager can get away and catches the woman by the hair as she kneels beside her. Kusanagi pulls Kwon up into a sitting position and slowly leans in, putting her face just inches from hers. Kwon seems to be trying to stop herself from trembling as she closes her eyes while Kusanagi inches in from the side with a wide, toothy grin - it’s reminiscent of that Alien 3 scene everyone knows and loves.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Please….

Kusanagi says in a low whisper, almost hissing the words before, much to the horror of Kwon and the fans, she drags her tongue over her ear and giggles in that borderline insane manner.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Call me Yuki.

She begins to giggle first as she releases Kwon’s hair, shoving her back down to the ground and quickly dips off camera. Her giggling escalates into that maniacal laughter of hers as Jansen crawls out from under the interview curtain and over to check on her manager.
A vast dark terrain expands off into darkness in every direction. A hooded figure seems to slowly materialize from the darkness. They slowly grow in size as they get closer and closer. Brown hair barely spills out of the hood. Their voice, that is Milisandre Crowthorne, fills the area. It isn’t clear. It sounds as if it is coming from a great distance, underwater.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Last week I watched, as he commanded. I watched as all of you small, insignificant, insects scurried about. Thinking that what you do with your blink and miss it lifespans matter. I watched as arrogance led to violence and hate. All for trinkets that you think make you important.

Milisandre scoffed and shook her hooded head.

Milisandre Crowthorne: I wonder what you would do if he told me to take those precious trinkets. If he told me to show how truly forsaken the redeemer is? If he told me to sink that shining mountain? If I took down the little girl with delusions of grandeur and spawned a new Genesis?

Milisandre pauses. Her head tilted to the side.

Milisandre Crowthorne: I could even show that those who have and need allies to claim trinkets are not immune to His influence.

Milisandre chuckled wickedly as two figures slowly materialized next to her. They were recognizable as Sela Rica-Lark and Abigail Lindsey. Their hair seems to float around their heads in mock halos. As if they were under water.

Milisandre Crowthorne: We could come for those titles as well. Either in combinations as a pair, or all three of us together. He has given me allies. None are safe. All shall hear his whispers.

Milisandre lowered her head. Her face hidden in the shadows of her hood.

Sela Rica-Lark: Now you didn't honestly think we were gone yet did you? Setbacks, a minor inconvenience only. What we have here is an alignment of goals. Chaos, pain… hahaha, playtime.

Abigail Lindsey: What really happened at Reckoning Day? Salacious Intent made Gallus Mag go back on their word. Confused? All Gallus Mag spoke about was wanting a fight. Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight. Fight. Lil ole me took the brunt of their Taranis. Fight over? Gallus Mag approached Sela and me looking to finish the job, last time I checked, when the bell rings, the fight is over. Don’t worry Gallus, no judgement from me... the truth is the truth. You broke your own code. You showed you are no more than instruments of Luthor. What kind of life is that... beholden to a man who can’t fight his own battles. Betraying everything you stand for makes you weak. Who really won at Reckoning Day? My assessment. We did. Be content honoring the request of your master. Me. Sela. And Milisandre have bigger plans.

Sela Rica-Lark: You see, there were promises, debts, that were made and need to be collected. What you all paid, knowingly or not, to get to where you are, hehehe, well it offered too tempting an opportunity. And that's where we come in. Abi and I, we knew from the start that something was wrong. That's why it needed to come down around Luthor, so he could see that for himself. We didn't finish that business, but knowing what we know now...

Sela begins to giggle as the light begins to play shadows on her face.

Sela Rica-Lark: ... well let's just say everyone needs to get right with their own deities. Because that's the only hope they are going to have now.

There's a slight pause before Sela begins to hum a small tune to herself. She opens her mouth again to start singing.

Sela Rica-Lark: I heard, I heard, across a moonlit sea,
The old voice warning me,
"Beware, beware the Daughter of the Sea",
"Beware, beware..."

Sela’s singing slowly trailed off. Once the final vestiges of her voice faded Milisandre slowly lifted her head. Her grinning lips caught the light as they moved out of the shadow of her hood. Two aquamarine lights flared to life right where her eyes should be.

Milisandre Crowthorne: ...of me.

Her voice drifted up in a whisper. It was faint but clear. The clearest Milisandre’s voice has ever been. The trio start to chuckle as their forms fade out.
The cameras come into focus and as it does we are shown what looks to be a pre-taped recording. It focuses on that of a hooded Crystal Zdunich. She has a serious expression on her face as she looks deeply into the lens that is shooting her. She takes a long deep breath before she takes her hood off and showcases a crimson red set of hair. She snaps her fingers and as she does flames could be seen lighting up around her. Crystal stands in the middle of the torches as she begins to speak.

Crystal Zdunich: NFW from the bottom of my heart can I just say to all of you out there that it feels good to be here tonight. I know that tonight is going to be a great night for me. After all I am going to be stepping into the ring with Casey Holliday and it will be a match for the ages. Of course I could sit here and talk up what’s going to do down in tonight’s match but to be honest I have bigger fish to fry. Sorry to Casey but I do believe Marilyn needs to get all of my attention. A week ago she dropped a pipe bomb for all of the world to enjoy. Everyone was quick to say oh she really gave it to Crystal good and I should be feeling down.

Crystal shakes her head offering a sigh in return as she looks deeper into the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: Honestly the stuff you said is the same old shit that I have heard before. It’s always a case of the same old shit. Now I would be lying if I said it didn’t get to me. You did get me in my feelings and this past week I had been doing some thinking. I really didn’t know what I was going to do with myself and I wanted to call it quits. However just as I was about to call it a day my lovely wife reminded me that I shouldn’t let things affect me so easily. Despite everything you might have said with the constant talking me down and telling me that my wife deserves better which follows up with a bunch of people attacking me verbally. It still doesn’t change a fact that I am one of the best women wrestlers in the world today… Point Fucking Blank! I started wrestling at the age of 17 and standing before you as a 33 year old woman I have won 18 World Championships through my career. I am a pioneer and I shouldn’t let somebody like you get to me.

Crystal cracks a wicked grin as she begins to pour out more for the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: But the fact is that it did and desperate situations call for desperate measures. My wife reminded me that perhaps I should channel who I used to be. Channel all of that frustration and place it into the ring like I used to do. At first I wanted to hesitate because the days of Crystal Hilton is what brought a riff between Seleana and I in the first place. However she told me that for the past two years I have tried the redemption thing and I looked towards people like you for Validation. It didn’t get me anywhere because people like you never gave me a chance. Even if I did all of the right things I still would get the insults shoved down my throat, and it’s all because I talk up loving Alexandra Caldwell like it’s a fucking sin. Newsflash she is WITH Seleana and I. in the same way you are in your own relationship why can’t I have mine?!

Crystal waves her fingers in disgust

Crystal Zdunich: But I guess when it comes to me the same rules don’t apply. You rather shit on and that is why I brought back a shade of the past. This red hair is simply a symbol of how I feel on the inside. Standing in front of you is the BURNING ROSE and instead of trying to blossom into something beautiful I rather set the whole entire world ablaze especially to the haters who want to start flame wars. You wanted smoke but I am going to ignite and set this shit on fire. You are the epitome of a hypocrite. Did I maybe get involved with you?! Yes but I have my reasons. It’s more than just trying to strike back for everything you said to me. It’s merely because I view you as the best to have ever stepped foot in this company. You have held the World Heavyweight Championship for longer than a year and have held it three times. That’s impressive. That is who I want to face. That’s the woman I desire to be in the ring with because at the end of the day I want to be the best.

Crystal smiles as she runs her hands through her long red hair.

Crystal Zdunich: You don’t see it that way though. You just want to talk me down. It’s bullshit that you are even trying to get in the way of my marriage to begin with. I can expect this from Stacy Marie Jones because we were fellow Boardwalk Angels together and she did set me up with my wife. So if things aren’t right with us I can expect lashing from her. I can accept it from Eavan because she’s a sister in law, and she knows how loyal the Zdunich women are. If she sees somebody taking advantage she will call out the bullshit. I can even accept it from my own family because they are my blind spot. However I won’t take that shit from an outsider. One who is in a polyamorous relationship but wants to shit on mine. That’s like the pot calling the kettle black and it makes no sense…

Crystal shrugs her shoulders with a sigh as she continues venting.

Crystal Zdunich: Big hypocrite you are… What hurts even more is I actually considered you to be a friend. Things were okay when you were playing on my Detroit Rampage for the LFL. We had great chemistry and I had no issue throwing you touchdowns. You are a great stud of an athlete. Yet this is how you want things to go?! Fuck it… I will hit you where it hurts. When the time comes I will best you in the ring and I am going to make all of my fans happy. You thought you trampled on me but this rose is burning and she is going to set your world on fire… Flame on bitch, you will get burnt… See you soon… Lights, Camera, Action… It’s Showtime! It’s time to roll the credits on you once and for all.

With that Crystal forms a grin as she keeps her eyes locked on the camera as we go elsewhere.

Crystal Zdunich v. Casey Holliday

Crystal and Casey slow circle one another mid-ring as Zoey cheers on her friend from the outside. When they lock up, Casey gets the advantage quickly and snares Crystal in a side headlock. Bringing Crystal down to the mat with a standard takedown, Casey uses her prodigious technical acumen to keep Crystal from getting up or away. Whether it’s bridging up to put more pressure on Crystal’s neck or just using bulldog-like tenacity to maintain her grip, Casey keeps Crystal sedentary, and frustrated, in the early going. Crystal’s temper leads to less-than-friendly tactics, like yanking on Casey’s hair, in an effort to break free. She eventually fights up to her feet and elbows her way out of Casey’s grip, albeit temporarily. Crystal goes for an Irish whip but Casey reverses and puts her right back in that headlock. Thinking quickly, Crystal delivers a back suplex, but Casey STILL holds on! Flipping back, Crystal finally pops herself free and aims a hard stomp at the head of Casey! Sitting up, holding her forehead, Casey soon lets out a cry of pain when Crystal lands a hard kick to the center of her spine. Crystal then grabs the arms, wrenching back on Casey with her knee pressed against the other woman’s back, trying to draw a submission from Casey.

Eventually Casey fights her way up and out of Crystal’s grip, although she’s right back down on the mat when Crystal yanks her there by the hair. It gets her some admonishment from referee James Greer AND Zoey from the outside. Crystal is apologetic until Casey comes up with a few hard fists to the midsection. Then Crystal’s temper flares up again and she blasts Casey with a knee to the side of the head. A running dropkick takes Casey down for two, but she gets up easily, suckering Crystal into coming at her with a clothesline and using that to grind Crystal down to the mat for a modified crossface! Crystal only needs a moment to get to the ropes, but it still has the desired effect: Crystal is miffed and she lunges at Casey, who knocks her down with a low dropkick, followed by a running somersault leg drop for two of her own! Crystal kicks out but finds herself right back in that headlock, no doubt cursing as her fist pounds the mat in frustration. Casey really wrenches hard on her grip, going close to turning it into a choke but relenting just enough. Smart money says she’s loosening Crystal up for her Stock Plunge and Crystal seems to feel the same. Again fighting her way to a vertical base, Crystal again goes for the hair and Casey sees it coming. The veteran, however, is the one doing the playing on her opponent this time, and shoves Casey hard into the buckles shoulder-first! She rebounds… right into the Flashing Lights! Dropping like a felled tree, Casey is pinned by Crystal with the far leg hooked… but throws the shoulder up at two!

Crystal nods, irritated but kept calm by Zoey on the outside. She pulls Casey up and whips her fiercely into the buckles, the impact almost causing Casey to fall back to the mat. Crystal charges, driving a shoulder into Casey’s midsection, measuring, then delivering a wicked enzuigiri for another near-fall. Casey still fights her way out, though, wringing the arm of Crystal and putting her in a hammerlock, shoving HER shoulder-first into the buckles… before going RIGHT back to that side headlock! Crystal is stomping mad at Casey’s persistence, the young woman managing the veteran well as the match goes on. Crystal breaks free and looks to whip Casey into the buckles again, but Casey reverses and gets off a beautiful springboard tornado DDT that almost puts Crystal away! Proximity to the ropes allows Crystal to escape, though, and she boots Casey (almost too) low, delivering a springboard armdrag to send Casey rolling! But the youngster comes up to her feet and charges! Crystal springboards, landing on Casey’s back and looking for a yoshi tonic, but Casey latches on to Crystal’s thighs as she rears back, delivering something resembling a Gory bomb that plants Crystal face-first on the mat! Back to her feet, Casey swiftly moves to Crystal’s blind spot, looking for the Stock Plunge!

Into motion the young woman goes, but Crystal’s instincts kick in and she moves aside at the last moment! Casey stops herself before she gets to the buckles, but a running dropkick smashes her into them anyway! Reeling, Casey finds herself whipped to the mat by a speedy springboard hurricanrana, putting her in perfect position for Crystal’s Rose Prism Power! As she ascends to the top rope, “Voodoo Child” by Rogue Traders starts to play and Marilyn Matthews comes out onto the stage. Crystal, upon hearing the familiar theme, takes her eyes off Casey and puts them on the former three-time World Heavyweight Champion. On the outside, Zoey looks miffed at the appearance and tries to exhort Crystal to focus on the match. Crystal, however, drops down to the mat and smirks at Matthews, as if daring her to come down to the ring. Marylin comes a few steps down the ramp, but stops right there… just staring. Crystal, realizing she isn’t going to coerce Matthews to the ring, gestures nonchalantly and turns back to Casey… who is no longer on the mat! Crystal whips around, but Casey folds her up with a schoolgirl, putting all her weight into the position and sneaking out the three-count! She quickly rolls from the ring as Crystal, wide-eyed, looks around in shock!


Roger Arden: And your winner… CASEY HOLLIDAY!

Zoey watches as Casey backs up the ramp, holding the back of her head with one hand but smiling and thrusting a victorious fist into the air with the other! Shaking her head, she looks to Crystal, who is quickly giving into fury… with Marilyn’s smug expression not helping that shift one iota!

Nick Hanson: A little poetic justice for Crystal Zdunich, if you want to call it that! But I don’t see this ending well!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, if you’re gonna poke at Marilyn Matthews, you deserve what you get!

Crystal rolls from the ring, but Zoey tries to stop her from going at Marilyn, who is now actively daring Crystal to come and take a shot! For a moment it looks like Zoey is talking some sense into Crystal, but the fiery Zdunich brushes past her after a particularly nasty gesture from the former champion and the brawl is on!

Nick Hanson: And there they go!

Jim Reynolds: Where’s my popcorn?! This is gonna be good!

The two women slam their fists into each other’s skulls, trying for all the world to cause some serious trauma to one another out of pure hatred! Marilyn whips Crystal into the barricade at ringside, but Crystal comes back and spears Marilyn into the opposite side, all the while the two women looking for any chance to smash or club one another into submission! James Greer is out of the ring in a hurry, joining several arriving referees, in trying to separate the two women… but most of them are hurled aside by Crystal, Marilyn or both!

It isn’t until security and some fellow wrestlers come down that they are able to separate the two, with Zoey herself finally stepping in to help create some distance. But Crystal and Marilyn break through the throngs, throwing themselves at one another again before they’re separated for good! The Kingdom is necessary to get Marilyn back, while Zoey and a few other like-minded souls are finally successful at bringing Crystal back. And all this while the fans chant to let them fight!

Jim Reynolds: I’m with the masses! Let these two scrap! This is great shit!

Nick Hanson: You can believe that Luthor feels the same, Jim, but not here… not like this!

Jim Reynolds: No time like the present!
Collision returns and immediately “Rise” by State of Mine hits, the fans reacting instantly to the arrival of the World Heavyweight Champion. Damon Cross walks to the top of the ramp, the title over his shoulder, and looks out at the mass of humanity with a lopsided grin, holding the belt up high for a few moments.

Nick Hanson: Welcome back, folks! As you can see, our World Heavyweight Champion is on his way to the ring!

Jim Reynolds: So for those of you needing another beer or a hot dog… now’s the time! If you’re at home, maybe take a bathroom break!

Nick Hanson: Jim, seriously… shut up.

Jim Reynolds: Just trying to be helpful, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: The hell you are!

Making his way down to the ring, Danni conspicuous by her absence, Damon ascends to the apron and steps into the ring. He wastes no time going over toward the far side of the squared circle, asking for and receiving a microphone. “Rise” fades out and the well-dressed champion gives the ovation time to taper off a bit before he starts to speak.

Damon Cross: Let’s get right down to it, shall we, ladies and gentlemen?!

The Redeemer is in a far more pleasant mood than usual tonight. Perhaps the holiday last week was just what the doctor ordered!

Damon Cross: Cruel Summer is soon to be upon us and, as is standard for these high-class, hard-knockin’ events, someone is gonna be comin’ for this!

He holds the belt up high again, the arena lights catching the polished surface and creating a powerful gleam.

Nick Hanson: And her name is Jonna Austin!

Jim Reynolds: A tough, tough lady with the backing of the Kingdom! Dare I say that Damon’s days as champion are numbered?!

Nick Hanson: They may be, but people said that when he was gearing up to take on Yukiko Kusanagi, too...

Cross puts the belt back over his shoulder, getting a little more serious.

Damon Cross: This time, though, I am assured it will be… different. No mind games, no bad blood. Just a hard-nosed, pulse-pounding fight and may the best wrestler win.

He glances at the title again, then gives a queue toward the stage.

Damon Cross: With that said, please join me in welcoming the number one contender for the World Heavyweight Championship… representing the Kingdom… JONNA AUSTIN!

“Your Sweet Six Six Six” by H.I.M. began playing over the speakers however Jonna Austin walked out sans her typical lighting. She was dressed in a pair of tight jeans with a simple black tank top. Her hair was pulled back into a sleek bun, and as she walked down the ramp, she gave a few high fives to the fans that were leaning over. The Texas native walked around the ring, grabbing a free microphone before going back towards the ring steps, entering the ring through the top and middle rope once she had climbed the stairs. She waited for a moment, listening to the crowd before raising the mic to her lips.

Jonna Austin: Thank you for the introduction, Damon. And thank you for inviting me to the ring this evening.

Jonna paused for another moment, nodding towards the champion that she was set to face next month.

Jonna Austin: You were certainly dead on with your intro...I have no interest in the senseless crap you’ve faced over your time as champion, and all I want is a good ol’ fashioned match between the two of us. No mind games, no getting others involved when they have no business in it.

Jonna lowered the mic for a second, nodding along with the fans’ cheers. The woman had seen what had been dealt out to the champ, and while some enjoyed that sort of thing, it wasn’t how Jonna had been raised or trained.

Jonna Austin: Though I do have a simple question. I know you said this was to discuss business, but why ask me out to the ring? I’m not complaining about it since it’s nice to see a champion wanting to meet face to face, but I am curious.

Nick Hanson: I think I know why.

Jim Reynolds: I don’t think I care. Look, I’m all for a good, clean fight, but seriously… why all the pomp and circumstance? Just fight. It’s like Damon thinks he’s gonna talk his opponents down.

Nodding and considering her question, Damon turns and gestures to the fans.

Damon Cross: Because, for once, it’s about time these fans got to see what a true championship match looks like. Because, for once, they should be able to experience how adults, warriors… not irritating, immature, ignorant malcontents… handle business in a wrestling ring.

He pauses briefly, then clarifies.

Damon Cross: Only an idiot would deny how impressive of a champion Marilyn Matthews was and what her reigns meant to NFW. But her attitude is, quite simply, shit. How many times did she duck me? How many times did she sic her goons on me, for all the good it did her? That will not be a part of my reign. And I don’t think we need to spend much time and breath by going on about Yukiko Kusanagi. She’s the one who has to live with the consequences of her actions, which in the end netted her absolutely jack. But you, Jonna? You have the opportunity to be different. To stand above the rest. To give me a fight without trying to look like a B-rate villain in a C-grade movie.

He walks up to Jonna, gesturing to the seats packed with fans all around the ring.

Damon Cross: I called you out here for them.

Jonna nodded slightly as she listened to Damon. It was things that she had thought about herself.

Jonna Austin: They’re the reason we have a job, so that’s a damn good reason, better than other reasons that you could have had. But you’re right...while Mary’s reigns were impressive and did a lot for the company, there were games played that had no rhyme or reason to be done.

Jonna paused to brush a few random strands of hair from her face, pushing them back towards her smoothed down hair.

Jonna Austin: I don’t need anything fancy, anything special to take you on, Damon. You’ve been a very impressive champion, there’s no doubts from me concerning that. But you’ve been going against fighters...you’ve been handling people that want to just straight try to out fight you. That’s not me; that’s not who I am. I was trained to out wrestle anyone that wants to give me a straightforward match, not the crap people that have been put in my path so far.

Jonna paused again though she turned her gaze to the audience for the smallest of moments then back to Damon, her free hand motioning towards the fans.

Jonna Austin: I was taught how to wrestle to give these people a proper show, to not only entertain them but make them go ‘Holy Shit!’ thanks to what I do inside this ring. It’s beyond high time that you go against someone that has the capability and skill to be able to do that. It’s time for that championship to be defended in a match against someone that actually gives a damn about doing that, nothing against you, of course.

Jonna smirked as she listened to the crowd’s cheers grow louder with each word that she said. She knew that there would be no show without them, no need for wrestling without those that shared the love and admiration for it like the fans and wrestlers had.

Jonna Austin: And something I’ll guarantee you, as I said last week, Damon, is that you won’t have to worry about any kind of numbers game. My sister won’t be with me, and Harper knows that she is to stay backstage for our match at Cruel Summer. If I beat you, I don’t want anyone to be able to say that I had some kind of advantage. And yes, I’m not saying when I beat you. I can be arrogant when I want to, but I’m not stupid with it to the point of saying that I’ll for sure beat you...I know better than that.

Listening quietly as Jonna says her piece, Damon looks, for lack of a better word, content. He even starts the slow clap

Damon Cross: Exactly what I was hoping for, Jonna. Then… let the better wrestler win.

He offers his hand to her.

Jonna Austin: And best of luck to us both.

She glanced down at his extended hand then extended her own, shaking his with a grin on her face. The fans seem to get behind this. Champion and challenger separate, with Damon leaving the ring as “Rise” starts up again. Jonna has time to soak up the adulation being given her by the Collision fans as Damon reaches the top of the ramp, Danni coming out now to stand by his side.
The following takes place down inside the ring where Pet stands surprisingly all alone. Not even a member of the Harem on the outside. Well, on the mats. Several members shouting out their love for their Goddess in little gaggles to make the cheers seem less mono.

Pet: Alright, I know what you’re all going to say and I’m working on it. Etsuko is STILL undefeated in my eyes because, unlike the management here, I actually believe in fairness. Mmhm. I believe in allowing talent a break once in a while.

Among the boos there’s a few signs dotted along the front row with such inspiring words as “Give Etsuko A Chance!”, “On the 7th Day Our Goddess GOT SOME REST!”, and a few “#FreeBritney”’s in there for good measure. Though those also come stamped with the Harem’s logo.

Pet: I know, right? I’m JUST like Britney Spears right now. I’m being held down despite what the masses want and what the masses want is a fair chance. So just like Britney, I’m gonna keep fighting and make our Harem proud! Well, MY Harem. Your status is still pending, pop princess. Gotta send that sixth cheque.

She takes a deep inhale through her teeth and shrugs as if it’s not her decision to make on that one.

Pet: But really, when you think about it, management just really seemed to want to see Etsuko lose. Why? Because she’s better than them. No, that’s not a question, it’s an actual statement. This place is FULL of people who only think for themselves. No one wants to share anything around here. Etsuko shares everything with me, so why can’t you all just go and do the same? But I believe in being part of the solution. Therefore,

Pet kicks out her foot for a wide turn to face the entrance way taking in another deep inhale prior to continuing.

Pet: As I’m sure you all are aware, there’s a bit of a mystery going around right now. That being who in their right mind would even think of resting their soon to be disease ridden hands over Katie’s foul body in such a manner… as to cost her a title shot.

The fans don’t appear all too appreciative of Pet’s description of events but it fails to stop her from continuing on.

Pet: Who would be so sick and disturbed by the showing of…”sportsmanship”, if that’s what they wish to call it, between Katie and Dona.

Apparently the redhead addressing the crowd, judging by the shift toward disgust in her expression. It doesn’t last too long though as she returns to that heart warming smile of hers.

Pet: Well, you know what? I’ve certainly got nothing but time on my hands and if no one else is bothering to offer theirs then maybe I will.

Katie Anderson steps out onto the top of the ramp, she glares into the ring, and narrows her eyes at Pet. She has a microphone in her hand.

Katie Anderson: Look, I know you Pet, you are not the type to just help someone. What do you know? Stop playing these games. If you really know who it was that attacked Zoey and I get on with it. Stop wasting our time.

The crowd cheers as Katie stares Pet down. While feeling the heat of this stare, Pet just stands her ground using the distance between them as enough to validate her own sense of “strength”. Though rather than answer Katie’s question, Pet just remains silent and looks back at her slowly bringing up that smile again.

Katie Anderson: Well, are you going to say something or just stand there with that stupid smile?

Katie begins walking down the ramp toward the ring, by the look on her face she is fed up with Pet's game.

Katie Anderson: I should have known you just wanted to waste my time.

Before Katie makes it all the way down the ramp, someone else comes out and follows after, putting a hand on her arm gently to stop her. Zoey Madigan-Star, doing her utmost not to look toward the ring for reasons that should be obvious, whispers something in Katie’s ear. Katie nods slowly after a moment, then resumes her move to enter the ring. Zoey, meanwhile, remains on the outside. Katie enters the ring and stands across from Pet.

Katie Anderson: Answer me, goddamnit!

While Katie is focused on Pet, Zoey stands outside watching. Suddenly, Etsuko jumps the barricade, the fans going off as they spot her before anyone else! She runs up behind Zoey and grabs her by the arm, spinning the woman around and booting her hard in the midsection! Doubled over, and clubbed a few times across the back for good measure, Zoey is then DDT’d to the floor by the vicious Etsuko! Pet, looking on from the ring now, bursts into harsh laughter!

Nick Hanson: Hey wait a minute!! Outside the ri--Katie, turn around!!!

Jim Reynolds: She can’t heeeeaaarrr yooouuuu!!

Nick Hanson: Because of that damned hyena witch!

Katie Anderson: What are you laughing at?!?

Pet: You know, this is really beginning to remind me of something. Hold on, what was it again? Oh yeah! The ending of your little title match! Funny thing, I actually had my hand down on this hip when I was staring down at her.

Pet continues laughing as Etsuko slides into the ring behind Katie, she wraps her arms around Katie's waist before she can react and takes Katie down with a belly-to-back suplex. The Goddess’s cackling gets even louder as Etsuko stands over Katie, Zoey barely conscious on the outside of the ring. The woman turns to Pet, who gestures boredly to Katie. Etsuko nods and, pulling Katie up, delivers the Mitzusaka Special! With both Katie and Zoey down, Pet calmly walks over to the prone Anderson, looming over her.

Pet: What the goddess wants… the goddess will have!

Laughing again, she gestures for Etsuko to hold the ropes, allowing Pet to exit the ring as Etsuko moves to follow her.

Nick Hanson: Wait a damn minute!! Is Pet saying Etsuko was the one that attacked Katie and Zoey?!

Jim Reynolds: You just saw her handle business, Nicky! You blind?

Nick Hanson: I’m talking about two weeks ago!! We spent all these days thinking it was Katelin Descarrilado. It was these two all along!!

Jim Reynolds: Beautiful. Just like our Goddess.

Nick Hanson: She’s no goddess of mine!! Somebody cut to a damn commercial before I go off!! And get some help out here for Katie and Zoey!

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Main Event/Singles Match

Milisandre Crowthorne v. Maki

The bell rings, and Maki steps out of her corner, head moving creepily from side to side as she stares at Milisandre on her approach. Mil, to her credit, is unphased, hands clasped before her as she whispers something the mics around the ring can't quite pick up. Maki goes for the first strike, but Crowthorne sidesteps the strike, continuing to mutter to herself. Maki swings again, but Mil sidesteps, dull, blank eyes locked with the enraged, hungry ones of her opponent. Maki's third attempt hits home, a kick to Crowthorne's midsection. She absorbs the blow with a grunt, trapping the demoness by the leg before turning it out, painfully, in the opposite direction. Maki howls, and a wicked grin spreads across the of the Priestess before she drops all of her weight into her elbow, directly onto her opponents knee. Maki roars in anger as Mil transitions into a knee bar, twisting the joint at an unnatural angle. She doesn't keep it locked in long though, as her opponent reverses the hold enough to sit up straight before just blasting her with a right hand. Crowthorne releases the hold, hand on her face as she rolls away. Maki takes advantage of her positioning, using the ropes to get, unsteadily, to her feet.

Nick Hanson: Big right hand to the face of the Herald!!

Jim Reynolds: You’re not gonna put the Demoness down that easy!!

From here, every attempt at offense Mil makes targets the knee she attacked at the beginning of the match, like a shark who's smelled blood in the water. Maki, on the other hand, is fighting like a wounded animal, and she's all the more vicious for it. At one point, Mil gets a hold of Maki's leg again, but the beast reverses, taking the Priestess to the floor before savagely raining down forearm strikes, followed by a devastating headbutt that leaves her dazed. Maki drug her upright, licking her lips before shooting in to deliver an overhead belly-to-belly suplex that sends Mil crashing into thecorner. From there, Maki goes on the offensive. No tactic. No plan. She just starts stomping mudhole into her opponent before Crowthorne manages to roll out under the ropes to the apron. As Maki steps out onto the apron, Mil hits a thrust kick from the floor, knocking one leg out from under her opponent. Maki falls, tweaking her bad knee in the ropes with a curse as she rolls off the apron to the floor, gripping the wounded limb. Crowthorne gets back into the ring, catching her breath as she waits for her opponent to rise. At a count of eight, Maki is also back in the ring. The two stare each other down before they rush each other. Maki looks for a forearm, but Mil shoots low for a takedown. The painted warrior stuffs the attempt, instead grabbing Crowthorne by the waist before completely planting her with a brutal pile-driver! Mil crumples and Maki gets to her feet, slapping her knee to get the feeling back.

Jim Reynolds: Holy shit, that might have knocked even more screws loose, Nicky!!

Nick Hanson: Looked like Crowthorne took every bit of that Piledriver, for sure, but I have high doubts either of these two are quite finished!!

The match continues, and it's apparent neither one of these warriors is ready to go home defeated. Maki blasts Mil with a leaping superkick, before coming in to floor the opponent with the MAKIHOUSE -- no! Mil ducks! Maki is thrown off balance and it's all Crowthorne needs to catch her opponent in the center of the ring with GRASP OF CTHULHU! Maki screams, struggling to break free, but in the end the submission hold takes its toll as she taps away at Milisandre’s leg and Referee James Greer calls for the bell!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by submission...MILISANDRE...CROWTHORNE!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Oh damn, Nicky! Both these ladies are tough...crazy...but tough!!

Nick Hanson: Maki’s strikes are vicious and deadly but so too are the submissions of the Herald of the Great Dreamer! Milisandre Crowthorne has been on a no-nonsense tear since her return at Reckoning Day!!

Jim Reynolds: She’s...she’s an ominous one, for damn sure. I’d be lying if I said I wasn’t curious what her plans are.

Nick Hanson: Well, we know she’s aligned with Salacious Intent and that can only spell disaster for anyone in their way!

Jim Reynolds: Right!! Well, talk about a way to wrap up tonight’s show!

Nick Hanson: I’ll say it is, partner! Folks, we thank you for joining us here at a special broadcast of Collision at UGWC’s WrestleStock here in--

Jim Reynolds: Don’t say beautiful…. Don’t lie to the people.

Nick Hanson: Well the city setup is nice!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah but outside the city we’re still in the desert...and fuck the desert!!

Nick Hanson: Right. Well, still!! We’ll be here all week for the festivities and we have more for fans that come around to see us! Sylvia Lopez will be taking part in the WrestleStock Open. Friday is The Desert Gallows match for the Silver Mountain Championship - Kamila Rose challenges Morgan Payne. Saturday, NFW is back for Trauma. We have no idea what’s gonna happen! So many feds from all over, we’re partying up all week! So long everyone!!

As the commentary wraps, the credits roll on the bottom of the screen; the camera focusing on the calm, dark smile of Milisandre Crowthorne as she sits on her knees in the ring, arms out to the side in that eerie prayer position.

Winner: Milisandre Crowthorne

Result: Submission

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