NFW Collision #105 - 07/27/2021!

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen!! Nick Hanson here, with Jim Reynolds! We are LIVE in Chicago, Illinois at the Collision Center! We’re back home after an exciting trip to Arizona--

Jim Reynolds: Hellacious trip to Arizona!!!

Nick Hanson: Oh, Jim, c’mon now. We wanna thank UGWC again for allowing us to be a part of their tenth annual WrestleStock celebration! Everyone had a fantastic time!

Jim Reynolds: I liked the dunk tank and god bless Kensaku Rodell from Trauma. He did a service to us all.

Nick Hanson: Well...sure he did. But alas, here we are at an all new episode, folks! It’s sure to be excit--

Jim Reynolds: Whoa, what the hell?!

Nick and Jim are interrupted by the lights going out and that eerie cetacean call. Then a voice fills the Collision Center.

Pressure is almost immeasurable in the depths.
The depths can crush and cumple the strongest of materials.
Water can tarnish even the brightest and purest of Silver.
The Depths are calling…

Do you dare answer?

The voice fades as the cetacean call echoes through the arena once again. Then lights come back up to reveal a shocked and bewildered commentary team.

Jim Reynolds: ...What in the goddamn was that, Nicky?!

Nick Hanson: Well, no doubt a message from Milisandre Crowthorne but what is she trying to tell us?

Jim Reynolds: Tarnish the brightest and purest Silver?

Nick Hanson: I’m not sure what to make of it, Jim. Alas, we have a show to get going with sooo....on with it?

Jim Reynolds: Creepy ass shit….

In the backstage area, folks are milling about as one would expect. Some are off to catering to get first crack at the dinner spread. Some are darting about yelling into headsets and frantically scribbling notes on clipboards. And yet more, mostly the young and the chaperoned, are ambling along in tightly-packed pods, camera phones and markers at the ready for pictures and autographs. Some local contest winners, no doubt; Chicago loves its NFW, after all! Only one person seems to be stopped and smelling the proverbial roses, in fact… and that person is Zoey Madigan-Star. In tight black jeans and a flowy peasant blouse of purple silk, the dark-haired sorceress is scrolling through her phone, an amused little smile on her face.

And yes, the phone case is purple, too. And glittery. The woman has a thing.

She hasn’t just picked a random spot, though. There’s a door to her left and, from time to time, there’s some quiet commotion from behind it. However, that does not perturb Zoey, who keeps right on messing with her phone, willfully oblivious to the goings-on around her. Eventually, someone from the other side of the camera clears their throat and gets her attention. Her golden eyes lift, followed by the rest of her head, a brighter smile flashed toward the camera.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Ye~s?

The person asks her what she might be doing, to which Zoey looks around, then shrugs beautifully.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Catching up on some of my mobile games! I play Shop Titans now! Level 42, baby!

Of course, that answer feels somewhat evasive. A louder noise sounds off from behind the door, enough that Zoey glances in that direction. Again she is asked what’s going on.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Oh, don’t worry. Just some spring cleaning.

Spring cleaning?

Zoey Madigan-Star: That’s right. You see...

The phone is put away, though how she fits it into one of her pockets when those pants look painted on to her long legs is a mystery of spatial phenomena.

Zoey Madigan-Star: ...after the little revelation that took place with Etsuko and… Pet...

And, for a moment, Zoey’s face darkens. For those so used to seeing naught but smiles on her face, the sight is a little unnerving. What’s the story about pushing a good person too far?

Zoey Madigan-Star: ...we decided to send a little message. Unfortunately, Luthor Callaway in his infinite wisdom warned us against doing something violent or nasty, i.e. stooping to their level. So instead, Katie thought she would do something nice instead. You know… kill ‘em with kindness.

There’s the smile back… and with a dash of sauce, too! Zoey is asked what she means with her statement, but as her lips part to respond, the door is opened and an equally-sexy Katie Anderson comes strolling out, dusting her hands off and wearing a cat-ate-the-canary grin that suits her more than a LITTLE well.

Zoey Madigan-Star: All done?

Katie Anderson: Yep, and they’re gonna LOVE it!

Somehow, “love” feels like far from the appropriate word. The camera turns toward the door, but Katie gently draws it back into focus on her and Zoey while the latter shuts the door in case temptation strikes.

Katie Anderson: No, no! You’ll find out when they do! And since I’m sure they’re watching? Pet, Etsuko… enjoy! Perhaps next time you’ll think twice before jumping a pair of pissed-off Italians!

Katie struts off with a grin and Zoey, smiling too, gives an adorable little wave to the camera as she saunters off behind her charge.
The scene cuts in on Casey Holliday who is in the locker room, watching her last match against Crystal Hilton. She’s very much aware of some circumstances at the end, but despite all of that, she doesn’t seem to be deterred nor bothered by the way the match ended. She’s definitely maintaining a confident poise as she begins to express her thoughts.

Casey Holliday: I’ll be the first to admit that I’d rather have done without the shenanigans but at the end of the day, I defeated Crystal Hilton and that’s that. I’ll reiterate something that I said on social media that is going to be bold and this may ruffle some feathers in the locker room, but ultimately I don’t care. I have never been one to hold back to express how I really feel about something and I am not about to start doing that now because I’ve never gotten to the places that I’ve been in my career by being tactful and by being coy about things. Some of you are going to want to say that I only won because Crystal’s enemies distracted her. Fine. Make the excuses for her that you want. Heck, maybe she’ll make that excuse herself. But I’m going to tell you straight the fuck up that if there weren’t any of those shenanigans? I STILL would’ve won! First off, with that situation, Crystal brought it all upon herself. There’s no guarantee that her enemies leave her alone if she keeps her mouth shut about them, but when she spoke up about them before our match, she was basically calling them out and inviting them to get involved. That’s not MY fault.

That’s squarely hers.

You know what ELSE was her fault?

The fact that she overlooked me in the first place.

Casey pauses and gives a chuckle that shows she’s got no remorse for anything she’s saying.

Casey Holliday: She made ONE token mention of me and then she ranted raved and went on and on about the people that she happens to be at war with. That was mistake number one. Mistake number two was dismissing me. How did she dismiss me, you ask? By telling me that she has ‘bigger fish to fry’. I was CLEARLY not important enough for her. During that match, she most likely was thinking about them and not about me and that was BEFORE all the shenanigans happened. Add on what I am capable of in that ring, being a two time world champion in my own right and you’ve got the perfect storm for me to win that match no matter what happens. Don’t call it an upset, because it WASN’T an upset. It was just about every bit of what I am capable of. So yeah, I’m not exactly THRILLED that I’m in the opening match slot tonight, but so be it. I’ve made the most out of worse situations. The fact that I’m building some momentum here in NFW after I spent months on the sidelines being forgotten about after my wreck of a debut tells you JUST that.

So that brings me to YOU, Ringmaster.

I look at someone like you and for most wrestlers, the temptation is there to just overlook you and cast you off as someone that’s an easy victory or to dismiss you as a ‘circus freak’. But not only am I not ‘most wrestlers’, I am also not going to do that to you because if I DID, I’d be making the same damn mistake that Crystal Hilton made against me and I’m just not going to have that. I’m trying to do the very best that I can to continue to build some momentum for the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament. Getting that win over Crystal was HUGE for me! Seriously! It goes beyond what I can describe in words. It truly proved that I was a force to be reckoned with for that tournament. I’m not about to waste that by looking right past you, Rngmaster. You’re as serious of a test as the rest of them that I am going to face here in NFW. So, what’s going to happen?

I’m going to open things up in a big way!

I’m going to keep showing why I belong here.

I’m going to keep showing why I belong in the tournament.

And most of all? I’m going to keep showing why I’m going to go pretty damn far, if not outright win the whole thing. Call it being bold. Call it being arrogant. All I’ll say is, you don’t go anywhere without confidence and I have that in spades. You’re all going to keep learning that I’m not one to be dismissed and overlooked. I know what I can do… and soon enough, this company will too!

Haters. Gonna. Hate.

Casey maintains her confidence as she exits the room. She’s not showing any trepidation of any repercussions that may come her way in this match as the scene cuts out.

Casey Holliday v. The Ringmaster

The bell sounds and as it does, Ringmaster comes out strong and delivers a rolling forearm right off the bat to Casey that stuns her. Ringmaster picks her up and tosses her over the top rope and grabs the attention of the referee. As this is going on, Gigglesworth holds her up and Ringmistress takes Ringmaster’s cane and swings it right into the midsection of Casey before Gigglesworth drops her with a sitout full nelson atomic drop on the floor. Ringmaster rolls out and picks Casey up and rolls her into the ring before going for a cover, but Casey kicks out at two. Ringmaster looks a little shocked as he picks Casey up and sends her into the corner. Ringmaster charges in and delivers a corner splash. He then grabs her and delivers an exploder suplex out of the corner and goes for another pin, but Casey once again kicks out at two. Ringmaster looks a little frustrated as he once again picks Casey up and this time, she creates a little separation before delivering a low dropkick that sends Ringmaster face first into the mat.

She then hits the ropes and delivers a somersault leg drop before going for a cover, but Ringmaster kicks out at one. Casey picks Ringmaster up and sends him into the corner. She charges in and delivers an enziguri before bringing him out of the corner with a bulldog. Casey then goes out to the apron and waits for Ringmaster to get up to his feet. As he does, she uses the ropes to deliver a springboard tornado DDT and goes for a cover, but Ringmistress is up on the apron and grabs the attention of the referee. The crowd begins to count the pin, getting to five as Casey gets up and confronts Ringmistress who hops down off the apron and taunts Casey. As she turns around though, Ringmaster is up to his feet and delivers Final Act and hooks the leg and gets the three.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, The Ringmaster!

Nick Hanson: Ringmaster stole a win tonight. The number games are ridiculous!

James Reynolds: Casey took her eye off the prize, Nicky. She needs to stay focused.

After the match, Ringmaster asks for a microphone and brings it up to his mouth as he stands over the fallen Casey.

Ringmaster: Ladies and Gentlemen, the circus, it needs to grow. Next week, I am issuing an open challenge and I have one stipulation for the match. If whoever steps up to me loses, they willingly join the Chaos Circus!

He drops the microphone and laughs as Ringmistress hops out of the ring followed by Gigglesworth and then Ringmaster as Ringmistress hops on his back and the three of them walk up the ramp.
It’s video package time once again as we find Matt Shields in his, clearly not in The Collision Center tonight. He’s lounging in a big floating recliner with a drink in each cupholder, the waterfall behind him splashing down as he looks to be relaxed, but not happy, maybe because of the ice pack he still has on his lower extremities.

Matt Shields: Howdy fuckos. As you can see I’m not there this week and that’s because of Ronnie Lester and that god damn crazy ass bitch Sylvia Lopez. How dare they have the nerve to attack me two on one, and then for her to kick me low. To aim for my fucking balls like she did. What kind of a crazy ass bitch does that? I don’t know why Ronnie was so mad either. He got the win. He had to know that no matter what, I was going to use him to send a fucking message. He could have walked away, but instead a cheap cowardly attack. I won’t forget that.

Shields takes a sip of his drink, then grimaces slightly as he pulls himself up in the recliner and has to reset the ice.

Matt Shields: Because of the combined force of the crazy ass bitches kick and Ronnie Lester’s cowardly attack with the chair, I suffered a god damn testicular torsion. That shit fucking hurts. THEY HAD TO UNTWIST MY FUCKING BALLS!

The scream brought another grimace, and then he relaxed a little and took another sip of his drink.

Matt Shields: My personal physician said ten days of regular icing and zero sexual activity, then only light activity for a week after. You cost me seventeen god damn days of being able to fuck my girlfriends. You’re gonna pay for that you crazy ass bitch. I got a good idea of when, still thinking about how, but you’ll definitely pay for that. Don’t worry though, it’s not going to be some random sneak attack. This is a big fight, and everyone knows I don’t waste the big stuff on the regular shows.

Shields smirks and takes another sip of his drink as he flips the camera off and we fade to black.
The scene opens up backstage in the area interviews are conducted. Alexandra Caldwell, dressed in dark blue jeans, black sneakers, and a black t-shirt, is sitting on a brown wooden stool. Her hands are resting on her knees. She stares into the camera.

Alexandra Caldwell: “I have no problem admitting that I Am a desperate woman.”

She takes a deep breath.

Alexandra Caldwell: “The problem I have is overcoming all the lies I was fed. He Man fans think they were lied to? Whatever. You’ll forget about your precious franchise getting run into the ground after a week. The lies I was sold set my career back before it ever started.”

“My former mentor meant well. Told me Alexandra, you need to be entertaining. You need to dance. Display this over the top attitude that will captivate an entire generation. Facts are facts. I took guidance from a man who never became World Champion, a man who for the past couple years has been a glorified part timer who is no better off than when I sat under his learning tree. Young me was so enamored by the prospect I would become like my hero.

Pfft! Should have chosen my heroes better, don’tcha think?”

Alexandra rolls her eyes.

Alexandra Caldwell: “Last week when I put down Tanaka, I felt good. For the first time ever I took a real step in setting the tone for Alexandra’s career. Not Diamonds. Day by day, step by step, I shed my old skin. Destroying the older version of me. The inferior one. The one who was good for nothing. I am more keyed in than I have ever been. About damn time; whoever Luthor puts in my path next time, I’ll be ready.”

“Diamond Caldwell is dead. All Hail Alexandra.”

Alexandra Caldwell smirks for the camera as the scene fades to black.

Kamila Rose v. Yukiko Kusanagi

Both competitors are in the ring, but there’s some confusion because the referee seems to be missing.

Jim Reynolds: Where’s that idiot, Boxcar?

Nick Hanson: According to the production sheet, he is the scheduled referee.

Suddenly, “Triumph of the Freak King” begins to play across the arena.

Jim Reynolds: What the hell is this?

Jansen Myrrh is wearing a referee’s shirt this time as she smirks, walking down the aisle. Yukiko is already complaining to whoever will listen that Jansen isn’t a real referee. Jansen walks up the steps and walks the apron before getting into the ring. Ignoring the wrestlers, she walks over to the corner and calls for the bell.


Kusanagi glares at Jansen, who just flips her off. Kamila takes advantage of the distraction to jump Kusanagi, but Kusanagi puts her down with a spinning back elbow and goes for the cover, but Jansen takes the moment to turn to the timekeeper and yell.

Jansen Myrrh: Hey, fucker! Did you start the clock on this match?

Yukiko looks up and sees Jansen is distracted and gets up. She walks over and begins to yell, telling her to do her job and count. She gives Jansen a shove. The crowd ooos and Jansen shoves her back, but Kamila is right there and rolls up Kusanagi and Jansen drops down.


Jansen calls for the bell and points to Kamila.


Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall in one minute and one second.. Kamila Rose!

Jim Reynolds: What the hell?! That was the fastest three count I’ve ever seen in my life!

Nick Hanson: Look at the eyes on Yukiko Kusanagi. She can’t believe what just happened.

Jim Reynolds: Look out!

Yukiko Kusanagi: Fuckmother bitch!!

Kusanagi charges Jansen and nails her from behind, forcing Jansen into the corner but Jansen reaches out with both hands and just rakes Kusanagi’s eyes. Myrrh grabs Angel by the hair and throws her from the ring and then removes the referee’s shirt before dropping down and rolling out of the ring.

Nick Hanson: I ain’t sticking around here if they’re gonna fight here.

Jim Reynolds: I’m right there with you.

It’s a good thing because as Yukiko is trying to clear her eyesight, Myrrh stalks up behind her and pushes her headfirst into the ring post.

Jansen Myrrh: You wanna fight me? Fight me. You wanna threaten my manager, I’ll put you down, motherfucker.

Jansen grabs Yukiko and tosses her right over the announce desk, where she crashes into the barricade. Then Jansen walks over and tips the announce desk right over on top of her as referees pour from the back to stop this carnage, including a shirtless Boxcar Jones as well as Seo-Hyung Kwon, who tries to reason with Jansen to get her to leave the ringside area.
We cut backstage to find the two members of Gallus Mag, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire sitting down on a couple of steel chairs. Bruiser has her head back and is looking up to the ceiling and lets out an elongated sigh.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: I’m fuckin’ bored, lass! I wanna get in that rin’ and beat up some bitches.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye? Any in particular ye bae wantin’ tae have a lash wit?

The older Maguire folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Well I couldn’t help but fuckin’ notice that Abigail Lindsay decided to run her mouth last week about how we went back on our fuckin’ word at Reckonin’ Day! So she’d be one on the list.

Bruiser chuckles a little.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And then o’ course there’s that gammy gowl, Kai Morgan who I’ve given a bit o’ a talkin’ to on Twitter about the way he runs his fuckin’ mouth… so there’s another I’d like to punch in the mouth!

Psycho nods slowly.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: He bae th’ Truter lad, yeah?

Bruiser nods.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye. Problem is, ain’t nothin’ comin’ outta that lad’s mouth that’s the fuckin’ truth. He’s just one o’ those fools who believes every single thin’ that comes outta that trap o’ his.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, s’he jess bae more annoyin’ than ennithin while th’ rael problem bae th’ feckin’ waeird sisters in Salacious Intent…

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye. Especially now that Milisandre Crowthorne is back… she’s fuckin’ soundin’ like a cross between that Countess Bathory bitch from SRW and Michael Ri--

Bruiser stops herself from completing the name, remembering how badly affected her wife was after that whole ordeal. Psycho nods, the second name clearly hurting slightly.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, though, naiter o’ them is quite th’ same ting, jess as Anton Crowley isna th’ same aeiter. But Battery an’ Anton didna accuse us o’ baein’ fake sellouts th’ way this pack o’ feckin’ fannies did!

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Ain’t that the truth. End o’ the day, all I was plannin’ to do when we stepped up to them was to actually fuckin’ give them a hand. Coz those two can fuckin’ fight and after our war with ‘em… I actually got some respect for ‘em and was willin’ to shake their hands.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Should ‘ave known sumtin’ else bae comin’...

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye. But it’s clear they still have some fuckin’ problem with us, lass… and they can believe all they want that we’re doin’ this for Callaway…

Bruiser shakes her head.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Naw… we’re doin’ this to climb up the ladder and get ourselves another fuckin’ shot at those tag team titles. Then again… if they’re gonna have Crowthorne fightin’ alongside ‘em… I’m sure we could reach out to someone and perhaps form a trio and see about goin’ for those Trios titles, aye?

Psycho nods.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, Venom’s always up fer a brawl.

She laughs.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: But fer now, ye lasses had our curiosity, now ye bae havin’ our full an’ undivided attention!

Bruiser turns to the camera and nods.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye! So if ya’ll wanna have another go in round two. Ya’ll know where to fuckin’ find us! We ain’t hard to find! And ya’ll know that we’re always up for a fight!

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, coz Hell bae empty…

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And the Maidens are here!

Gallus Mag continues to chat away amongst themselves as we cut elsewhere.
The shot opens on a far-away shot of Sierra Silver, sitting in a chair in the middle of a dark hallway of the Collision Center. As the cameraman approaches her, she lets out an exasperated sigh. She doesn’t notice the camera until it is a few feet away. Once she sees she’s not alone, her eyes go wide and she pops to her feet, replacing her sad expression with a forced, happy smile.

Sierra Silver: Henlo, NFDub! It is I, the evilest evil to ever evil! It me, it me, Sierra A-G!

She stops to take a breath before continuing on.

Sierra Silver: Here’s the dealio, I know I lost that tag team championship match. I know I lost my shot at the Silver Mountain championship. I know I’m not even booked tonight! But… um…

A look of confusion crosses her face.

Sierra Silver: What was I talking about..? Let’s see… Losing… evil… carry the three… OH!

Suddenly, the overhead lights of the hallway shine to life.

Sierra Silver: I wanted to let you all know that I’m not gonna give up! I’m gonna keep doing all the heckin evils until I prove to everyone here that I deserve to be here! I will win matches eventually! I will prove my worth! But most importantly, I will make sure I give you, the wonderful audience, that you get my very best every single night! And if I don’t for whatever reason, then I will be sure to make it up to you somehow! Because a true villain always keeps their word!!!

Sierra bounces as she shouts the end of her rant. Once she calms down, she sighs, and her smile drops. She looks up at the camera with a tired look on her face.

Sierra Silver: Please don’t give up on me… I’m trying, swearsies I am… I just… I dunno… I love you all. Thank you for staying with me.

Sierra gives a sad smile as the scene fades to black.
Static is the first thing that fills the screen. A couple moments pass. Suddenly without warning the scene opens up in a room. It’s mostly dark. We have nowhere exactly where we are. All we know for certain is there is a table. Two women are sitting on it. Dressed in their best is Abigail Lindsay who is sitting on the right and Sela Rica-Lark who is sitting to the left of her. Abigail chews on an apple. Sela has a glass in her hand with a viscous, opaque, red colored liquid, which she swirls lazily. Once Abigail swallows the bite she took, she holds a telephone up to her lips.

Abigail Lindsey: ALEXA... what does Salacious mean?

Alexa responds, “the adjective salacious means lustful or lecherous.” Satisfied that she got her answer, Abigail places the phone done. She continues.

Abigail Lindsey: ”A lot cooler than quoting Merriam Webster's dictionary don’t you think? Anyway, the beauty that has graced your television screen is the ultimate characterization of what salacious means. My dear wonderful, hot, captivating, strong, sexy powerful girlfriend Sela is a woman who indulges in her lustful desire to inflict pain, misery, destruction, etc etc etc. Being around my beloved does bring my penchant for violence out, I have a very strong passion for the world to burn, by any means necessary. As much fun as we’ve had thus far, we’re not going to rest on our laurels. We haven’t scratched the surface of indulging in our salacious intent. However, there is one team who is lustful in their desire to exact revenge for us roughing them up a tad.

Abigail yawns.

Abigail Lindsey: Boys... do yourselves a favor. Walk away. No, no, no. Actually. Don’t. It’s been a month since Sela and I have indulged in our darker impulses. Trust me boys, waiting around a month to use whomever LuLu put in our path as a sacrifice was mind bending. We stayed away, for the Greater Good. Or Evil. Doesn’t matter, anyway, the point is boys, we are off the leash now. Don’t expect to gain any semblance of retribution or gain any self respect back. Our Intent... is to put the roster on notice. First, we remind you of your place in this universe of ours.

Sela still has yet to look up from her glass as she continues to swirl the contents.

Sela Rica-Lark: There's an old saying, one that was coined in a time when women were still not seen as equals, "hell hath no fury like a woman scorned." Now of course we weren't romantically rejected in any way, but we were pushed away, kept away from what we loved to do most. You saw how that affected my lovely psychopathic equal right here. And that in turn hurt me. We were scorned in a much different aspect. We were denied something we loved.

Sela slowly turns her head to face the camera although her hair starts to hide her face slightly, making it difficult to tell her emotions.

Sela Rica-Lark: What you witnessed last month at Reckoning Day was a bargain struck. What was revealed last week was the price of the bargain. What we shall unleash on the Headshotz Clan will be payment. Call it a deal with the devil if you want. Remember I have already been his dancer.

And now even under her hair, the sadistic grin can be seen spreading. Sela raises her glass to the camera with a giggle.

Sela Rica-Lark: And so, here's to you and your well being O Clan. We know it's hard to look on us and wish to fight or fuck until you are reminded of our own twisted natures and by then it is too late. But as I've always said, it wasn't just guile or wit that pulled in the fly, it was her own lust that got her caught by the spider. So I ask you again and I ask all the Collision roster:...

Sela finally drinks the contents of her glass. It begins to spill over from her mouth. When it is empty she throws it at a wall and begins to cackle as the red stains her entire mouth and chin.

Sela Rica-Lark: hahahahaha, will you walk into our parlour now?

Sela continues to cackle maniacally.

The Headshotz Clan v. Salacious Intent

Duke and Blake are all smiles as they meet Sela and Abigail in the middle of the ring. They say they have an offer. Duke says he’ll lay down if they’ll come and be their booth babes at the next convention. Abigail looks over at Sela, the two ladies share a smile, then Sela nods and Abigail gouges her thumbs into the eyes of the gamer bros. With Duke and Blake blinded, each are spiked down onto their head with snap DDTS. Blake rolls to the outside while Duke stays in and finds out this game has No Saves. Duke looks like he is completely drunk as he stumbles up and receives SERENITY NOW as his partner Blake is taken out courtesy of a suicide spear from Sela. Abigail makes the cover

TWO...

THREE

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Your winner as a result of a Pinfall, Sela Rica-Lark and Abigail Lindsey… SALACIOUS INTENT!

Nick Hanson: WOW! These two ladies made incredibly quick work of The Headshotz Clan. The very illegal eye gouges helped, but still that was very quick.

Jim Reynolds: Their big mistake was thinking that Sela would ever not have her playtime. It might have been short, but there was no chance Salacious Intent was accepting that offer

Result: Pinfall

Ollie Linkoln: Are you sure about this, Sly Cooper?

Ollie asks this of his small furry bandit of a manager who seems intent.

Ollie Linkoln: I mean I know I haven’t exactly been setting the world on fire here burt I don’t need you doing recon on my opponents.

Rocky responds with a little swish of his tail.

Ollie Linkoln: Yeah….Yeah I trust you. And yes I know I do really need a big ‘W’. Okay...just be careful.

Rocky nods and scampers off, the camera following him toward his intended goal: The dressing area of the NFW World Heavyweight Champion. Our hero stands on his hind legs and attempts to reach for the handle of the door but is stopped when he is very nearly hit with an errant nerf arrow. Though this attack was not intentional, Rocky swiftly activated his most effective defense mechanism. He acts cute and pitiful.

“Whoa! Sorry about that, little guy.”

The owner of the Nerf arrow? Why, the Hostess of the NERF Wars, of course! Leina raises her blue and white “happy” mask and rests it on the top of her cute head. Her Nerf Bow stays in her right hand, her quiver of Nerf arrows strapped to her back, and she walks over in a Hero Up! band graphic tee, a pair of denim shorts, and platform Converse sneakers.

Leina Rael-Debaillion (◠︿◠♥) Are you lost? This is Pops’ locker room.

Rocky does not want to be caught in this instance of Pro-Wrestling Raccoon Espionage (A collection of words probably never used together before). Thinking quickly, Rocky deploys his next most effective tactic. He stands and reaches up with his hands, suggesting he wants to be picked up. He activates the big cute eyes. Those never fail. Leina blinks, a little surprised by the gestures. Her decision is made when she places the bow with the quiver and crouches down to pick up the domesticated raccoon.

Leina Rael-Debaillion (◠ω◠♥) Awww, you’re so cute! You wanna come in? I’ve got buffalo wings and ranch-flavored Lays stax chips!

Rocky blinks, almost immediately forgetting what he was supposed to be doing because now chips were involved. Rocky curls up in Leina’s arms and lets her take the lead. With a happy little tune, Leina cradles the pet raccoon in her arms. She carefully reaches out with one hand to open the door, the open door revealing the inside of the Champion’s locker room. However, Damon Cross is absent. Still, there is a former NFW World Heavyweight Champion -- Danielle Debaillion. She glances up from her sticker-covered laptop and smiles.

Danielle Debaillion (◠‿◠✿) Hey Li! Is that Rocky with you?

Leina Rael-Debaillion (♥◠‿◠) Yeah! I think he got lost, so I’m gonna feed him chips while we wait for Ollie to pick him up.

Instinctively, Danni blinks.

Danielle Debaillion (◠﹏◠✿) Ah… I dunno if it’s a good idea to give him your Lays chips.

Leina Rael-Debaillion (^▽^♥) It’ll be okay! It’s not like I’m giving him Turbos flammas or Takis.

Sticking her tongue out, Leina uses her right foot to lightly close the door. She carries Rocky over to where her custom Hero Up backpack is. Placing him on the armrest of the couch, she then opens the backpack and pulls out the buffalo and ranch-flavored chips. She’s more than happy to give him two chips to start. Rocky eats them happily, having now entirely forgotten his assignment because of a delicious snack. The camera cuts to Ollie in his ring gear, looking around backstage. He stops one of the backstage crew, a janitor.

Ollie Linkoln: Hey uh….have you seen my friend? About a foot tall on his hind legs. Bit of a rascal. Hairy. Bushy tail.

The worker walks away without even speaking to Ollie, possibly assuming he was a very athletic homeless guy spouting nonsense backstage. Ollie finally happens upon the room in question and puts his ear on the door to listen in.

Rocky munches on chips. He’s in heaven. Leina’s simply adoring him, bouncing a little.

Leina Rael-Debaillion (≧◡≦♥) Haha, you’re so cute! You wanna sleep over at my house?

Danielle Debaillion (◠﹏◠✿) Li, we need to ask your father and Ollie if that’s okay first...

A giggle escapes Danni’s soft pink lips. She finds herself attentive to Rocky’s cuteness and enjoyment of potato crisps. If hearts could visibly float around the ladies… Perhaps she rises from the couch and heads for the door because she wants to consult with Damon first. When she opens the door, however?

Ollie Linkoln: AH NUT BUNNIES!

Ollie had not been anticipating the door opening and was fully leaned against it to listen in for any intel so once the door is open, his full-forward momentum carries him into a roll into the room that lays him flat on his back. It is awkward. Ollie decides to try and break the awkwardness.

Ollie Linkoln: Oh. There’s Rocky. Boy I sure definitely didn’t know he would be here.

Ollie is maybe the worst liar ever. Leina’s eyes narrow on him a little.

Ollie Linkoln: Oh hey Danni! I haven’t really seen you since back when you and my brother were ffffffffffffffffuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuh-riends. Friends. Real good friends.

He definitely also did not succeed in his goal of talking to make this less awkward. Even briefly, Danni’s eyes widen when Ollie’s slip of the tongue almost tainted her daughter’s ears with eroticism she didn’t need to know. At all. She’s nine years old. Leina blinks. Danni laughs.

Danielle Debaillion (◠︿◠✿) Yes, Ollie! Johnny was my fiancé a long time ago -- that was a thing!

Quicksave! Leina’s curiosity is shrugged away as she feeds Rocky another chip. Danni extends a hand out to Ollie to help him up. Ollie takes her hand and ascends to his feet before sending Rocky a glare that says ‘traitor’, but Rocky does not care because Ollie is not currently giving him tasty schnackos.

Ollie Linkoln: I was just out looking for my manager. The one who’s getting CHUBBY.

This gets Rocky’s attention, and when Ollie turns back to talk to Danni, he feels a chip hit him in the back of the head. He ignores this. Leina tilts her head one way, then the other way, and then she proceeds to cradle Rocky like a baby. Danni smiles a little and clasps her hands together.

Danielle Debaillion (◕‿◕✿) Actually, I was gonna find you and Damon. Li would like to know if Rocky can sleepover?

Ollie scratches his head.

Ollie Linkoln: I GUESS so. Just make sure he gets a lil bit of exercise as he has been eating a lot of junk lately. Also, you’ll have to pick him up later because I kinda need him at ringside for my match.
Danielle Debaillion (◠‿◠✿) Oh, right! C’mon Li, let Rocky head out with Ollie. We’ll pick him up after the show’s over!

Leina Rael-Debaillion ╰(◡‿◡♥╰) Okay!

Gently, the young lady walks over and places Rocky in Ollie’s arms. Ollie smiles at Danni before carrying Rocky out of the room. He waited for the door to close behind him before looking down at his manager.

Ollie Linkoln: You...are maybe the worst spy ever.

Rocky glares at Ollie.

Ollie Linkoln: NO YOU CAN’T HAVE CONCESSION NACHOS YOU ALREADY FILLED UP ON CHIPS. You are so spoiled!

The Janitor who thought maybe Ollie was crazy passes by once more, confused by the man presumably losing an argument with a raccoon.

Ollie Linkoln: The HELL you lookin at, moppy boy! Wait...HEY! ARE YOU THE GUY WHO SAW MY DINGLE!?

The janitor rushes away. Ollie sighs, rolls his eyes, and storms off screen with Rocky in his arms.
The lights go down as a song undeniably by HEALTH drones a few times. The drone continues to fade in and out, as it's now accompanied by on queue bass drum kicks, four to a bar. The drone gets louder as vocals hit.


The drone stops with one final bass drum kick, leaving only the vocals.

Love, your love, it's not enough

As "VICTIM" ends, HEALTH kicks in with "TEARS." The lights come on to reveal the Genesis Champion, Katelin Descarrilado, in her circular sunglasses and medical mask, now donned in all black. Her arms are already somewhat raised in as much of a wingspan as someone like Katelin wants to muster.

Jim Reynolds: What a reintroduction! Unfeeling, uncaring, that right there's what our Genesis Champion's all about!

Nick Hanson: You're... not wrong. That song was called "VICTIM," by the way. And like it or not, that's what the past three defenses have turned Katelin's opponents into: victims.

Jim Reynolds: And she already knows who number four is gonna be, according to Twitter. If I'm who Katelin has in mind, I'm fearing for my livelihood right about now, because Katelin's about to pick it apart piece by piece.

This time, she already has a microphone in hand. Her appearance still draws loud boos from the audience, as she holds up her title. Descarrilado places her title over her shoulder before turning on the microphone and slowly walking down, removing her mask and glasses en route. As "TEARS" fades out, Descarrilado raises the mic to her mouth, but the crowd boos to keep her from speaking. She lowers the microphone, and the crowd quiets down enough to finally let Katelin speak.

Katelin Descarrilado: Once I enter the ring? Crystal Zdunich, you're on the clock.

However, Katelin does not enter the ring just yet.

Katelin Descarrilado: Oh, but why oh why am I picking on her? Does she not deal with enough of that already?

Descarrilado shakes her head no, almost confused as to those two questions being posed.

Katelin Descarrilado: ...no. I don't think so. If only because as a double minority, I believe someone like her should not be in this fine company. Crystal represents everything that people believe NFW is: a place where only racists and sexual deviants thrive. While I know that is not the case... for Shaddah's sake, I'm straight, Japanese by birth, and a Jew. I am the Genesis Champion. Still will be after this match, too. I am the most normal person in this building. Still will be after this match, too. Do you honestly think I would have signed here not once, but twice, if I knew NFW believed in the things the public believes it does?

Nick Hanson: I can't help but feel the need to apologize for Katelin's remarks right now, these are entirely unnecessary...

Jim Reynolds: She's got a point, Nicky. Lots of people hate this place. Katelin's putting them in their place right now, though!

Katelin Descarrilado: Actually, the better question is "do you people dive deep enough to realize that and learn?" And you don't. You people are happy in your perfect little world. You are happy cheering for someone like Crystal, when she only reaffirms to shareholders and the rest of the general public that NFW's image is rooted in racism. When she herself is African-American, but that is clearly beside the point to them. You are happy cheering her on against me when she reaffirms that NFW's image is rooted in polygamy. When save for the Silver Mountain and Tag Team Champions, every champion in the company is attached to one partner and only one partner. Myself included.

Nick Hanson: This is out of hand, just start the match already, Katelin...

Katelin Descarrilado: Now, I realize that she catches enough flack for this on Twitter. Far be it for someone like me to rub that in. You may be wondering why I would effectively reward someone like her if I believe what I believe about her. To that... have you been watching the product? Because this is far from a reward. This is not something you want. In a lesser champion's hands, this is an open challenge. In mine? This is a grinding halt to everything you know and love. It is the slowest and most disruptive 15 minutes that your perfect little worlds are subjected to every Tueday, and even if I don't always win. I come out of those with this, and I relish every second. So if you want to prove me wrong, shut me up, and make everyone happy, Crystal?

Descarrilado finally rolls into the ring and folds her legs as she sits down.

Katelin Descarrilado: Now is your chance, sunshine.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, the champion. From Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 138 pounds, she is the current New Frontier Wrestling Genesis Champion... the Devil in the Details... KATELIIIIIIIIN DESCARRILAAAAAAADOOOOO!

=Katelin Descarrilado's Anti-Open Challenge=

Once Katelin rises to her feet upon hearing Crystal's theme, she stares daggers at the stage. But there's no Crystal. Zdunich's theme fades out as Katelin raises the microphone up.

Katelin Descarrilado: I understand your decision to want to stay in the back. Truly, I do. But you and I both know that a forfeit is the coward's way out.

The crowd cheers as Zdunich slowly creeps out from under the ring behind Descarrilado. The Ice Queen, upon hearing this reaction, slowly sits the microphone down before turning around and getting hit with a running meteora.

DING DING DING

As Heather Young calls for the bell, Crystal mounts Katelin and starts throwing punches, which Descarrilado has no choice but to block. The Burning Rose keeps the pace high as she lifts the larger Devil In The Details to her feet and tosses her to the ropes. However, Katelin slips out of the ring, simply to take in what just transpired. Her usually blank expression reads of “what the fuck was that?” Zdunich puts a hand out and gestures to say “come on.” Descarrilado holds up one finger in response, which garners a look of disgust from Crystal.

Nick Hanson: Yeah, take your time out, coward.

Jim Reynolds: Katelin genuinely thought Crystal was in the back. Anyone would need a break after what just happened!

Nick Hanson: She talked all that mess about being a fighting champion on Trauma, but she’s gonna weasel her way to another technical defense instead of getting in there and earning it for once. WHOA!

While the commentators argue, Zdunich ran to the ropes and jumped from the top one for a springboard hurricanrana, sending Descarrilado for a loop and a half. Katelin sits up and shakes the cobwebs out before getting up and giving chase to Crystal. However, Zdunich is faster on her feet. Once Katelin’s in position, Crystal kicks the steel steps into Katelin’s left leg, collapsing the Ice Queen to the floor.

SIX!

SEVEN!

With Young’s count nearing eight of twenty, Zdunich runs back into the ring to await her opponent to enter. Descarrilado holds her leg in agony, slapping it a few times to see if she still feels in it.

EIGHT!

NINE!

TEN!

ELEVEN!

The Ice Queen rises to her feet and rolls into the ring, whereupon she’s met with a flying set of Crystal Zdunich’s knees into the corner. This knocks Katelin completely to the ground, face down. Zdunich rolls Descarrilado out of the corner before hitting Smell The Roses! Crystal covers...

ONE!

TWO!

TH--NO!

Katelin rolls a shoulder up, which prompts Crystal to get up immediately and climb the corner.

Nick Hanson: If Crystal hits what I think she’s about to hit, the Genesis Title is as good as hers!

Jim Reynolds: Katelin, move! Do anything! Get out of the way, for the love of all that’s holy!

Crystal reaches the top of the turnbuckle, and without hesitation, leaps and twists in the air. It’s her 630 Senton Splash: Rose Prism Power! But as she lands, Katelin gets a boot up. Crystal’s head snaps back as she crashes and burns onto the mat. Both women are down, but Katelin is rising slowly. Descarrilado saunters over to the downed Zdunich, who holds her jaw (and head in general) in pain. She measures Crystal’s head with her foot before stomping once. The Ice Queen circles around Zdunich, stomping at her left arm, then her left leg, then her right leg, then her right arm before stomping at Crystal’s head again. Like a predator stalking its prey, Katelin has a target now: Crystal’s head. Descarrilado lifts Zdunich up, who’s on wobbly legs due to her crash and burn earlier. Katelin walks to the ropes, then rebounds with a sprint before jumping up and connecting her knee to Crystal’s face, knocking down the woozy Burning Rose.

Nick Hanson: That kick may have given Crystal a concussion, Heather Young may have to step in.

Jim Reynolds: It was one kick. I think she’s faking for attention.

Nick Hanson: Faking a potential concussion for attention during a wrestling match, uh-huh... sometimes, you redefine what it means to be a moron, Jimmy.

Descarrilado circles around the downed Zdunich before taking an arm, twisting, and locking her head in a crossface. Crystal cries out in pain.

Katelin Descarrilado: ENGLISH, CRYSTAL! SPEAK ENGLISH!

Descarrilado wrenches back on her hold on Crystal, who yells out in more pain.

Katelin Descarrilado: SOUND FAMILIAR? AND YOU PEOPLE CHEER THIS?

The crowd boos heavily at Katelin’s taunting of Crystal over a subject that she’s clearly moved on from.

Nick Hanson: Again, folks, apologies for Katelin’s remarks, none of what she says in regards to Crystal’s past reflects the views of New Frontier Wrestling.

Crystal starts moving her fingers around on Katelin’s hold over across her face, eventually wiggling her fingers between her face and her opponent’s arm and simply just pushing. Katelin realizes this before shifting to another move: this time, she goes for the kill. She wraps one of Crystal’s arms across her face, but Zdunich manages to scurry out of the ring before Katelin can fully apply the Rail Tie. Zdunich knows that’s exactly what Descarrilado was looking for. The Devil In The Details lets the Burning Rose know how close Zdunich was to losing. Once Descarrilado rises to her feet, she backs up from the ropes to let Crystal back in. With one finger, she slowly gestures for Zdunich to “come on.” With a shake of the head, Crystal slides in and charges at Katelin, who easily moves out of the way. Descarrilado grabs one of Crystal’s arms and pirouettes, wrenching Zdunich’s arm. However, Crystal uses the rope to untwist herself before bouncing off the middle rope and landing an arm drag, which tosses Katelin halfway across the ring.

Nick Hanson: What a counter from the Burning Rose! She’s not out of this just yet!

Jim Reynolds: If the look on Katelin’s face is anything to go by, though, she’s about to be. Crystal better run, because Mrs. Descarrilado’s the very last woman you want to piss off.

Descarrilado rises up to one knee and looks at Crystal with her icy glare. Crystal rebounds off the ropes and leaps at Katelin, looking for a crossbody splash. However, Katelin catches Zdunich out of the air, spins her just enough, and slams her down head-first. Crystal crumples to the mat, face down, where Katelin crawls over and slowly manipulates both her and her opponent’s arms. All of a sudden, Descarrilado has her Rail Tie locked into a very dazed and semi-conscious Crystal. Katelin wrenches back hard as Zdunich has absolutely no choice but to weakly tap out.

DING DING DING

Roger Arden: Here is your winner by submission, and still New Frontier Wrestling Genesis Champion... KATELIIIIIIN DESCARRILAAAAAAAADOOOO!

"TEARS" kicks in as Descarrilado wrenches further on her Rail Tie, passing Crystal out. Heather Young goes to physically pull Katelin off of Zdunich, but Katelin spots her and lets go, having made her point. Katelin walks to grab her Genesis Championship and a microphone.

Katelin Descarrilado: And that, ladies, gentlemen, and those otherwise, is how you extinguish a rose on fire.

Descarrilado walks up the ramp to the loud boos from the crowd. She lifts the stick one more time before going to the back, though she doesn’t look anywhere else.

Katelin Descarrilado: She’s alllll yours, Marilyn.
We hear the clicking of heels in a barely illuminated dark room, as Malaya's voice is heard while she was approaching toward the camera, while various butterflies would flutter by the camera.

Malaya Diyosa "So, the Kingdom expects you to bow before their majesty, as if they are true power. The serpent known as Jasmine Matthews believes she is stronger than I on this alone…"

Malaya said, stepping into the camera with her golden attire, directly challenging her foe, as she is not going to go down without a fight.

Malaya Diyosa "I won't even try to lie about it. I know what Jasmine Matthews is capable of, and I know she's the head of the Kingdom for a reason. She has many titles to her name, and has the credentials to put fear into a lesser woman… but, that's not me."

She said boldly, calling her out for a fight.

Malaya Diyosa "Jasmine Matthews may have the experience thanks to being born into a wrestling lineage. She has the numbers with loyal followers. The odds are against me, as per usual… However, I am the Monarch of NFW, and I am wrestling prowess incarnate. I am far more of a threat than you all are expecting, and I will prove it by severing the head of the snake. They proclaim to you at their loudest voices to behold the Kingdom? After tonight, Jasmine Matthews will bow to me."

She said with boastful intent, as Malaya knew she was falling into the deep end of the pool, and would have to give it her all to put Jasmine down tonight, as we fade to black.
With the locker room otherwise empty, Danielle Debaillion is sitting alone, enjoying some quiet time to herself. A laptop laden with stickers perched on her lap, she seems quite focused on whatever may be on the screen before her. From time to time her eyes widen and her fingers start tap-tap-tapping rhythmically on the keyboard… then she’s back to awed silence. Footsteps can be heard in the background briefly, but they aren’t enough to draw her attention away from the screen.

But Damon leaning over the sofa and peering over her shoulder? No, that doesn’t work, either. His reactions are just as amusing, though. At first he’s rubbing his chin with a smirk. Then that goes away and a dark brow arches. He leans in closer, blinking, then lets out a silent whistle. After a few moments, he speaks…

Damon Cross: I didn’t even know they MADE those...

...and Danni squeaks in surprise, wheeling around to see Damon standing there, her face reddening almost instantly! One hand fumbles to quickly-- yet gently-- close the laptop, taking away the opportunity for the camera to sneak a peek.

Danielle Debaillion (⊙‿⊙✿) H-h-h-h-hubby!

She squeaks, trying to compose herself, and takes a jittery breath.

Danielle Debaillion (◠﹏◠✿) You know sneaking up on me is bad juju!

Damon Cross: It wasn’t sneaking! You just weren’t paying attention! And I saw why!

He laughs, hitching the title up over his shoulder a bit more. For the briefest of moments, her sparkly blue eyes stared at the shiny gold. Dressed for his match soon to take place, he comes around and sits lightly on the arm of the sofa.

Damon Cross: So… you like those, do you?

Danielle Debaillion (◠﹏◠✿) I, um…

Still flustered, she slightly glances back at her closed laptop before she focuses her attention on her husband. Her very handsome, very glorious husband… Cutely, she raises her hands in front of her and lightly taps her index fingers together.

Danielle Debaillion (◡‿◡✿) ...I really like the pink one. It’s very cute!

Damon Cross: Pink has always been your color… or one of them, anyway.

Just like black seemed to be his, though tonight he was in white and gold. Sometimes change was good. He rose from the sofa and slid a hand through her split-colored hair.

Damon Cross: So, I’ve decided that I need a hobby.

He proclaims it, like a matter of utmost importance. But it’s hard to keep the impishness out of his grin. When it came right down to it, he could shop as hard as she could! Curiously, she tilts her head and her eyes brighten up. There’s a little less red on her cheeks at this point.

Danielle Debaillion (◕‿◕✿) Oh? Do you have any ideas???

Damon Cross: As a matter of fact...

Reaching over and opening the laptop again, Damon taps quickly on the keyboard, pauses a moment, then turns it her way… and still we don’t know what’s being looked at! Clearly, though, Damon is quite eager from the sight of him.

Damon Cross: How pretty is THAT?!

Danielle Debaillion ｡(✿‿✿)｡ Ohhh!

His wife’s eyes light up and sparkle brightly in the ceiling lights. There’s still a hint of a blush, even as she giggles and wiggles a bit.

Danielle Debaillion (◠‿◠✿) It’s super-duper pretty! And big!

Damon Cross: Powerful, too! That thing would give you one HELL of a ride!

Laughing, Damon glanced past the screen and his wife to the clock, gradually calming himself.

Damon Cross: Almost match time. How about a kiss for luck?

With a giggle and no hesitation, Danni slightly rises up and plants a sweet kiss on her husband’s lips. There’s a brief pause, their eyes gazing, and they enjoy a second kiss…

“Hey! Save kissy-kissy luv-luv time for later!”

Neither of them realized the door was opened! Leina stands in the doorway with her arms folded and her tongue out with a “pbbt!”

Leina Rael-Debaillion (≖‿≖♥) Let’s go, let’s go!

Damon Cross: You know, it would be all too easy to play the embarrassing father role while dropping you off at school when it starts back up, young lady. Smooches and dad jokes and all that. Don’t think I won’t!

Damon laughs, Leina quails, and Danni giggles. Just another day in the life. But once the laughter is done, Damon gets his good-luck hug from Leina, then sees himself out as she joins her mother, heading out for his match.

Malaya Diyosa v. Jasmine Matthews

The opening lock-up ends quickly with Jasmine lunging at Malaya, drilling her with a headbutt. From there, she hairmares Malaya to the mat and drives a low dropkick into the center of her back for a quick one-count. Something has Jasmine cranky, it seems; she wrenches on a tight chinlock, dangerously close to a choke, prompting the referee to check in a time or two when the distress on Malaya’s face increases. Finally releasing the hold, Jasmine pulls her opponent up by the hair and Malaya immediately lashes out with chops after throwing off her opponent’s grip. Several of them back Jasmine into the ropes, but Jasmine reverses an Irish whip attempt. Malaya ducks her outstretched arm, accomplishes the Irish whip the second time around and knocks Jasmine down with a jumping calf kick for a one-count. Jasmine is up quickly, charging the smaller Malaya and driving her back-first into the buckles. She throws a few shoulders into Malaya’s midsection, but Malaya counters with elbows to the back and shoulders. Nastily raking the eyes, Jasmine backs off for a running corner dropkick, but Malaya slips between the ropes to avoid it, leading Jasmine to hitting the buckles and landing hard on her head and neck!

Malaya folds up the former Silver Mountain Champion but only manages a two-count. A dropkick to the knee and a swinging neckbreaker earns Malaya another near-fall but Jasmine remains in the fight. She goes for the eyes but Malaya blocks the attempt. Jasmine retaliates with a shot to the throat, following with a jumping knee strike that catches Malaya on the chin. Diyosa staggers back a bit and Jasmine tears through her with a spear, bringing the beauty down to the mat. Jasmine hooks the leg for a near-fall, then reverts to the tight chinlock again, grinding down hard on Malaya. Malaya starts to fade a few times, pulled from proximity to the ropes by Jasmine each time she edges closer. On the last time, she pushes off the ropes instead of trying to latch on to them, flipping into a pinning predicament that forces Jasmine to break the hold. Narrowly ducking an Ice Cold, Malaya gets under Jasmine and delivers a bridged Northern Lights suplex for a near-fall, but Jasmine is back on her in a hurry with clubbing blows and eventually braced knee strikes, to a point that the referee has to threaten disqualification…

This unexpectedly gives Malaya an opening. She pulls Jasmine back for a schoolgirl, but rolls through with a roundhouse to the face, following up with a buzzsaw kick to the side of the head. She cannot immediately capitalize, trying to catch her breath, but Jasmine is just as slow to respond. Malaya heads up to the top rope in that time and leaps off, catching Jasmine with a crossbody for a two-count. Malaya keeps up the pressure with a barrage of kicks, Jasmine fighting back as the exchange degenerates from trading sharp strikes to just swinging for the fences with closed fists. Malaya surprisingly gets the better of this despite the size difference, once again bringing Jasmine down with a release Northern Lights. Jasmine bounces up to her feet, though, and fakes Malaya out with an Ice Cold. Diyosa ducks in anticipation and Jasmine hits the Bloodline for a close two. Malaya throws off Jasmine’s grip after she’s pulled up, leapfrogging another spear attempt and setting up the Rude Buster. Jasmine twists out, ending up behind Malaya. Diyosa whirls around and this time walks right into the Ice Cold, leading to a three-count for Jasmine.


Roger Arden: And your winner… JASMINE MATTHEWS!

Jasmine has her hand raised, but only briefly as she pulls it away and leaves the ring. Malaya is slow to rise after the hard kick, but assures the referee that she’s fine.

Nick Hanson: Malaya gave her some rough spots, but Jasmine takes in yet another win!

Jim Reynolds: No need to sound surprised, Nicky! It’s what she does!
Backstage in the Trios Champions’ locker room sit The Second City Riot Squad eagerly awaiting their defense of the championships later tonight. Leah Aguero is on the floor stretching out while Layla Diaz is fixing her hair in the mirror. Jed Coffey is just a few feet away working out with his resistance bands trying to get a pump going before tonight.

Jed Coffey: I’m gettin’ ripped tonight. R.I.P. pus—

Coffey doesn’t even finish his statement as he looks over to both Diaz and Leah staring at him with polar opposite expressions. Leah is staring a hole through him all the while Diaz is twirling some of her hair between her fingers flirtatiously biting her lip at Mighty J. Leah notices what Diaz is doing and gets up from the floor.

Leah Aguero: Do you think tonight is about playing games? Well? Do you?

Leah looks back and forth between Jed and Diaz and then sets her focus solely on Coffey.

Leah Aguero: Take a look at you, Jed. All jacked up but what are you going to do with those glamour muscles? Pose the opposition to the mat?

Jed Coffey: Of course not, L… it’s just that TAURUS guy has been looking pretty swole as of late and… well, that’s kind of my thing.

Leah Aguero: Your… thing? Your thing is that you are a champion. Your thing is that you are a member of the most elite trio that NFW has to offer. What are you going to do? Have a pose off with TAURUS? What you should be doing is thinking outside the box. Slap a post it in the middle of TAURUS’s back and is he going to be able to get it off?

Jed Coffey: Probably not.

Leah Aguero: And you can?

Jed Coffey: Of course Mighty J can reach it. I’m limber. I gotta get my yoga in on the reg. It’s all about that active recovery, baby.

Leah does not seem amused by Coffey’s response. Instead, she turns back to Diaz who is back to fixing her hair in the mirror.

Leah Aguero: And you? What the hell are you doing looking in the mirror 24/7? Fixing your hair only for it to get messed up during the match?

Layla Diaz: Jus makin sure I don’t needs ta do anotha Kool-Aid treatment. Eva since I filmed dat Madison Tower project I had ta dye mah hair black. Jus want ta make sure it back ta da way it wuz befoe.

Leah shakes her head in disgust at her two partners.

Leah Aguero: I am getting sick and tired of the two of you and your bullshit. I brought you in because you practically begged me to make something of you. I taught you the ropes. I educated you on the day to day. I made you champions. The Beautification Movement has slimed their way into a shot at our titles tonight. Are you going to take them seriously? Or are you just going to hand the titles over? We can do that right now if you guys don’t want to actually try.

Jed Coffey: Hold on now, L. You’re reading me all wrong, my beesh. I appreciate what you’ve done for the J Man. Without you I’d be back down in Florida scouting honeys in the gym coercing them into doing pelvic thrusts. Now this Beautification Movement… sorry. THE Beautification Movement is nothing more than a couple of Schmucks and you know what I say about Schmucks. They always end up Schucks Up, Schmucks D-

Leah just holds up a finger to cut Coffey off. She then gazes over to Diaz.

Leah Aguero: Let me guess. Knees an Cuttahs?

Diaz smiles and nods her head.

Layla Diaz: Knees an Cuttahs all day long, Leah. I’mma fixin ta smear der makeup all ova dat mat tanite. Da SCRS be in da main event, gurl. We finna do what we do best and dats crack sum skulls; southside style. Yous feel me, gurl?

Leah Aguero: Get your asses out there and do what you need to do by any means necessary. The Second City Riot Squad is not to be taken lightly. Now let’s get ready to cause some havoc.

Jed Coffey: Schmucks Down. That’s what I was trying to say a minute ago. Schmucks Up, Schmucks Down. But I see where you were going with that. Let’s go smash em up, L. Keep these belts around our waist. Come on, on three, SCRS.

Coffey puts his hand out. Diaz hurries over and places a hand over Coffey’s. Leah simply scoffs and turns away rolling her eyes as the show goes back to the ring.
Vanessa Page is walking into the backstage area of the Collision Center when her sister, “Classy” Bianca Page storms up to her.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Where is that bitch?!?!?!

Vanessa Page: (Taken aback) Hello to you too, sis.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Will you answer the question?!?!

Vanessa Page: You need to pull yourself together, B.

“Classy” Bianca Page: What I need is to beat that bitches ass for being a clumsy half wit.

Vanessa Page: Calm down, Bianca.

“Classy” Bianca Page: I most certainly will not calm down! Not until Malaya’s ass gets kicked.

Vanessa Page: I am sure what happened last week was an accident. If you want we can go find her and talk this out. You know, like adults.

“Classy” Bianca Page: What’s a matter with you?

Vanessa Page: What’s that supposed to mean?

“Classy” Bianca Page: If the roles were reversed I would have your back but nooo not you.

Vanessa Page: I love you, Bianca, which is why I haven’t checked you for raising your voice to me.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Is that right?

Vanessa Page: That is right.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page and “Diamond Princess” Danielle Page rush over to their two sisters and step in between their arguing sisters.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Stop it!!! You two are embarrassing yourselves as well as us.

Vanessa Page: But…

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: But nothing!

“Classy” Bianca Page: Tif…

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Just don’t.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Seri….

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Nope! I am not hearing it.

Vanessa Page: Danielle, will you…

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: No! Vanessa! Bianca! Go take the night off to cool down.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Tiffany is right.

“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page: Danielle and I will stay here and watch tonight’s main event for the Trios championship. We got this. You two go calm down and get back on the same page because dammit we didn’t come out of that damn triple threat match with those Trios title belts. I know emotions are running high right now but we came here to handle business. Not for petty infighting.

Tiffany storms off as Danielle shrugs her shoulders at Vanessa and Bianca before walking off in the same direction Tiffany walked.

Ollie Linkoln v. Damon Cross

After the bell rings, both Damon Cross and Ollie Linkoln extend their right hands to offer a handshake. Their handshake is, of course, accepted with gladness. As always, Danielle Debaillion is at ringside in support of her husband. To the surprise of many, Ami Fitzsimmons has decided to stand at ringside to support her own husband. Delightfully, Leina Rael-Debaillion and Rocky the Raccoon remain at the commentary table with Nick Hanson and Jim Reynolds.

Referee James Greer watches the Collision superstars lock up in the center of the ring. While Damon tries to go for the power advantage, Ollie breaks away and strikes with a swift kick. Damon steps back, barely avoiding the kick, and he raises an eyebrow. Ollie taps the side of his head, a notion for his wits and smarts, and he bounces from foot to foot. Damon chuckles and charges for him, but Ollie dodge rolls out of the way and is quickly back on his feet. When Damon tries to charge him again, Ollie sidesteps and nails Damon with a side thrust kick. Damon growls, but before he can retaliate, Ollie backflips out of the way and grins. Now he rushes Damon, connecting with a flurry of kicks -- some of which Damon manages to block. Ollie finishes with a spinning crescent kick that actually floors Damon! This starts a verbal exchange between Leina and Jim at the table, the former telling “Jimmy” to “shut the f*ck up!”

Ami and the fans are impressed, offering the Manic Marvel cheers and applause. Danni calls out to Damon who gets back on his feet with a “hmph!” Before Ollie rushes Damon, the World Heavyweight Champion hand gestures for a time out? This actually stops Ollie and he watches Damon make his way over to his wife. The nearby camera’s unable to pick up their brief verbal exchange, but it does capture the visual of Danni retrieving a twenty dollar bill from her back pocket. With a chuckle, Damon takes it and presents it to Ollie. Ami looks on, slightly bewildered as her husband grabs the twenty and notes the crispness. He happily accepts it and leans in, offering Damon a free shot! Naturally, the Champion takes the opportunity -- and uses it to launch Ollie up and over with a Greco-Roman throw! The fans burst into laughter, very well knowing that’s more than just a free shot.

As quickly as Linkoln is on his feet, he’s forced back down onto the mat when Cross ensnares him with a double-leg takedown. He swiftly transitions this maneuver into a Texas cloverleaf. Linkoln’s writhing a bit, perhaps regretting his decision… but it is a CRISP twenty dollar bill! Now he’s struggling to escape Cross’s wrath, pulling them towards the ropes and grabbing the bottom one. Greer doesn’t have to start a count before Cross releases Linkoln and drags him to his feet. He takes Linkoln down with a snap suplex and goes for the cover, but Linkoln kicks out. Both men get to their feet, but to Cross’s surprise, Linkoln gives him a taste of his own medicine -- with a snap suplex of his own! He goes for the cover and hooks the leg, but Cross kicks out. Linkoln doesn’t let up, delivering “B-Boy Stance” (Breakdancing Leg Drop) on the Champion! He covers and hooks the leg again, but Cross still kicks out.

Ollie holds onto the advantage, taking the fight to Damon with another flurry of kicks followed by a handspring back elbow. Damon’s stunned, down on the mat, and Ollie ascends to the top turnbuckle. Ollie perfectly lands “The Keanu Reeves of Shooting Star Presses” (A Breathtaking SSP) and covers Damon, hooking the leg, but Damon still kicks out! Ami cheers her husband on, rallying some of the fans on his side. With a huff, Ollie begins to stomp the living HP out of Damon. Damon, however, is able to force his way through the assault, kick Ollie in the midsection, and drive him down with Eric Donavan’s “Dragonfire DDT” (Double-Arm DDT)! Danni bursts into loud cheers, rallying the rest of the fans to his side. Now the Redeemer is able to make the cover, but Ollie kicks out. The exciting match continues!

Cross uses his power advantage against Linkoln, trying to knock his HP down to zero, so to speak. Ami’s still trying to encourage her husband, while Danni’s cheering her own husband on. Right after delivering a yakuza kick, Cross ensnares Linkoln into “Father’s Sin” (Half-Nelson Choke/Katahajime)! Linkoln struggles to break free, and while Cross is trying to hold on, somehow his opponent breaks away. A second wind picks up behind Linkoln as he unleashes “All Aboard at the Gravy Station” (A Kick Combo starting with a pair of kicks to the opponents calves, a Savate Kick to the gut, a Rolling Front Somersault Kick to the face that causes Ollie to land flat on his back…)! Cross is down on his knees! Linkoln kips up! He and Ami let out a “TOOT TOOT!” that signals for the “Gravy Train” (Buzzsaw Roundhouse Kick) --

-- but Cross blocks the shot and suddenly counters with Hiashi Shinsuma’s “White Thunder Bomb” (Pop-Up Sit-Out Powerbomb)! The fans burst into cheers and mixed reactions, watching the former Saint of Bones pull Linkoln up. There’s a bit of a stagger from the result of the kicks, but Cross manages to execute “Weight of the World” (Omega Driver/Awful Waffle) in the center of the ring! Danni counts with Greer as he makes the count and Cross earns the three.


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

Leina Rael-Debaillion: YEAH! GG, Pops, Ollie! WOO!

Nick Hanson: I agree with your enthusiasm, Leina. That was a great match! Credit to Mr. Fitzsimmons; he almost had the Champ.

Jim Reynolds: Oh, gag me with a spoon! Too many goody-goods around here… Nobody wins!

As “Rise” plays from the PA system, James raises Damon’s right arm in victory. Both Danni and Ami enter the ring, and soon after that, Leina and Rocky follow them in.

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, you better get out of here, you little scamp! Get that trash panda outta here too!

This may or may not have repercussions later. Regardless, Ami checks on Ollie who’s slowly recovering. There’s a tiny moment of hesitation, but Danni gives Damon his NFW World Heavyweight Championship belt. After holding it up for a brief moment, he walks over and extends a hand to Ollie. Ollie kindly declines and rises to his feet of his own power. That’s when Ollie takes Damon’s hand and shakes it, displaying good sportsmanship.

Nick Hanson: That’s what I’m talking about, folks. Honor and respect. Coming up next, tonight’s main event!

In the back, we find THE Beautification Movement all ready for their big Trios titles main event. They are all clad in white and gold, Grace Moretti in a radiant white Chanel dress, nice slit up both legs, low plunge neckline, just pure sex appeal. Juliana and Cayla had their short robes, white with gold trim, matching the big man TAURUS, this their special knee high boots could be seen, white with gold laces and Beautification in gold on the left boot, Movement on the right. They were looking to give that championship aura.

Juliana Mendoza: Tonight, you fans, you cretins, you lecherous little fools, get to see a Trios Title match main event the show and that is all thanks to THE Beautification Movement. You’re Welcome. Let’s face it, the champions, they’re like if THE Beautification Movement were uneducated thugs with less money than class and they’re absolutely broke. Basically, if they were anyone in Chicago.

The boos can be heard from the arena as the crowd is privy to these oh so engaging thoughts. Juliana just laughs and hands the mic over to Grace, who gets a fair shower of boos for her persona, as she addressed the fight at hand.

Grace Moretti: "Now, I'll give the devil their due. Leah Aguero is an accomplished wrestler and has been successful outside of NFW. And Jed Coffey is a big, dangerous bastard… but, Layla Diaz is not championship material, and clearly dragging the other two down. She is the equivalent of a live action Scrappy-Doo with a ghetto trash accent to match. It would benefit Coffey and Aguero to several ties with her, but, alas they have set themselves for a glorified two on three handicap match for their titles, and we will more than happily liberate them from those three.

She said, getting a lot of boos, and some fans chanting for Diaz in support of the short statured scrapper.

TAURUS: You ladies just leave Inbred Jed to me. He’s big, but I’ve fought bigger. Besides, he ain’t half the athlete that I am. Looking forward to taking them titles from these plonkers. They’ll look much better around her waists. Anyway. Ain’t that right Cayla?

The big man was more talkative than normal, the accent giving everything he said a sort of cool menace, though he smiled as he looked over at Cayla.

Cayla Phoenix: "That's right, Taurus! And ugh, Grace, you're really overrating Leah. I mean she lost to that skinny bitch we kicked out ages ago in OATH. She stands no chance against two goddesses and a rampaging bull, hell bent on taking them out. The simple fact of the matter is that the three of us will be the new Trios Champions, and will dominate NFW with a well-manicured iron fist.

Juliana Mendoza: You are absolutely right bestie. Everything that they can do, we can only do it better, but we look better while we’re doing it. The fact is, NFW needs us to win the Trios Titles tonight. THE Beautification Movement makes every company it steps into, more profitable, more appealing to advertisers, and more beautiful So when we win those Trios Titles tonight and they reach a brand new level of prominence, the only thing I will say, is, You’re Welcome.

Juliana flips her hair and then hands the mic off to their illustrious leader and benefactor Grace Moretti.

Grace Moretti: Those street rats that refer themselves as a Riot Squad, better learn that when they compare themselves to us, they will always come second. We are the future of this company, and those titles will become ours from now until the mountains crumble into the sea. We are the next Trios Champions, and there isn't a damn thing they can do about it. We're doing you people a favor, so start showing us some gratitude."

The quartet all look smug and satisfied as TAURUS flexes and a red carpet is rolled to them, leading towards the ring. Grace leads them with Juliana right behind, Cayla and TAURUS, the group certain that tonight is meant to be their night.
We cut to backstage, where Josh Anderson is standing by. A reluctant look crosses his face, almost as if he doesn’t savor what he’s about to do next.

Josh Anderson: Ladies and gentlemen...my guest at this time…*sighs*...Kai Morgan…

Kai doesn’t even enter the shot, instead opting to let the cameraman do the work for him. The camera pans over to a disgusted looking Kai Morgan...or at least he seems disgusted...but it’s hard to tell, considering the giant face mask helping to reshape his broken nose is hiding all expression from his face. The camera pans out to capture both men, and we can see Kai holding a little black book in his hands.

Kai Morgan: You can’t tell through the mask right now, but I’m looking at you in disgust, Davidson…

Oh so he was disgusted.

Kai Morgan: You finally got me to show my vandalised face on camera. Are you happy, Joe? Are you satisfied…?

Josh’s face shows a hint of frustration as Kai once again forgets his name.

Josh Anderson: Well, Kai nobody in NFW has really seen you around since your match with Marilyn Matthews two weeks ago. The fans want to know...where have you be-

Kai Morgan: [interrupting] You shut the fuck up, first off…

Josh shuts the fuck up.

Kai Morgan: Did you watch my match from two weeks ago, Jay? Did you see what the hell happened to me? Johnny, did you seriously look into my covered face, right into the holes in my mask where my eyes are, and ask me where I’ve been? What kind of stupid fucking question is that, Micheal?

Josh Anderson: ...that one didn’t even start with a J…

Kai Morgan: I’m sorry did I tell you to stop shutting the fuck up?

Josh continues to shut the fuck up.

Kai Morgan: Now let’s see here…

Kai opens up the little black book, the cover of which is now revealed to say “The 1000 Truths of Kai Morgan”. He looks around for something, before reaching behind Josh’s head and pulling a ballpoint pen seemingly from out of nowhere.

Kai Morgan: The 1000 Truths of Kai Morgan #43- “Opportunity and circumstance cultivate to the success of the masses, but all it does is EXPEDITE the success of Kai Morgan”

Kai closes the book and throws the pen off the side before looking down to a confused Anderson.

Kai Morgan: Oh yeah, I forgot you’re a dumbass...let me break it down for ya Jeffery...two weeks ago, I beat Marilyn Matthews one-on-one. Now some people say that I got off “lucky”...and that the reason I beat Lil Scary Mary is because Crystal Zoboomafoo or however the fuck you pronounce her name cost her the sure win...to that I call bullshit.

Kai puts a playful arm around Josh as he continues to talk shit which, considering his condition, probably isn’t wise.

Kai Morgan: See Kai Morgan always finds a way to come out on top. I believe that it was my destiny to defeat Marilyn Matthews...but destiny couldn’t wait. So, she sent a force to come bring me my fate sooner, and her name was Crystal Z---seriosuly how in the fuck do you pronounce that name?

Kai’s grip tightens on Josh as he gets to his next point.

Kai Morgan: But people don’t like the truth, so I’ll let you all swallow one of those little facts, you all seem to love so much...I, Kai Morgan, beat a former World Champion with a BROKEN...FREAKIN’...NOSE!!! Among other things though, obviously. I mean, running my own promotion, showcasing the best and brightest talent in wrestling today, running a PPV, yada, yada, yada. I even had time to fit some WrestleStock activities in my busy schedule, fuck Arizona B-T-Dubs! What can I say? I’m a jack of all trades.

Kai’s face begins to twist into a cocky grin...or at least we think it’s a cocky grin...again it’s hard to tell.

Kai Morgan: You can’t see through the mask, but I’m grinning cockily at you, Jedidiah!

Okay so yeah he’s giving us a cocky grin.

Kai Morgan: I mean, meanwhile, where has my bestest friend in the whole wide world Tommy Janes been? We haven’t seen his face since he hit me with a cheap shot I don’t know how long ago! Has he gone into hiding because he doesn’t wanna face me? Or maybe our wonderful GM Mr. Luther Callaway, saw through all his little bells and whistles and decided to give him the ol’ heave ho! I mean, I would.

After damn near crushing the man, Kai releases his hold of Anderson.

Kai Morgan: Well, wherever he is, tell him I’ll be right here in the ring at the top of next week’s show to greet him. If he’s not the little bitch I think he is and he’s really the “Best Damned Thing”, he’ll hopefully be front and center. I know I will because…

Kai pulls another ballpoint pen out of nowhere, this time out of the corner of the screen. He opens his book and writes in it.

Kai Morgan: The 1000 Truths of Kai Morgan #44 says,” Kai Morgan is always ready and worthy of a challenge...however most things aren’t challenges to Kai Morgan.”

Kai shuts the book before going to finish his speech.

Kai Morgan: And that’s the truth, because as you know, Kai Never L--

Suddenly, Kai stops. He peers across the hallway menacing...or at least we think it’s menacingly...again...mask…

Kai Morgan: I am peering at you SO menacingly right now!

Oh, so he is peering menacingly.

He makes his way down the hallway. The camera pans over to see a few backstage staffers snickering, presumably at Kai’s stupid mask.

Kai Morgan: Do you all find something...funny?

The staffers continue to snicker before busting out in laughter. Kai becomes a bit more lighthearted now.

Kai Morgan: You know what? Yeah it is kinda funny! Come on, laugh it up!

The crew, now with permission, begin to howl with laughter with Kai. This continues for a moment, before Kai suddenly headbutts one of the staffers with the clunky mask, ironically breaking his nose! The rest of the crew scramble to help their fallen friend.

Kai Morgan: Now you see how it feels! Now you’re the one who looks stupid!!

Kai stares directly down the lense of the camera now.

THE Beautification Movement v. Second City Riot Squad

THE Beautification Movement thinks about trying to rush SCRS but SCRS is looking the whole time, seemingly having the same thoughts. Leaha and Layla rush out to meet Juliana and Cayla. It takes a minute before Leaj and Layla block the usual tactics of Juliana and Cayla and turn this into a fight. Within seconds, all four women are on the floor fighting leaving Jed to go face to face with Taurus. The Crowd oohs and ahhs at the sight of the two big men before the faceoff is ruined by Leah and Layla getting away from Juliana and Cayla and diving back, rushing Taurus from behind. Jed crashes into the big man from the front with a big boot and Taurus spins to the ropes. They tie up taurus in the ropes and wait as cayla comes back in. She tries to roll Layla up from behind.

TWO!

Layla kicks out!

Juliana comes in and tries the same thing on Leah.

TWO!

Leah kicks out!

Cayla and Juliana get up and Jed clotheslines both of them from behind before going back to make sure Taurus cannot get involved. Leah catches Juliana with Drop The Bomb and Layla catches Cayla for the Southside Cutta. Taurus starts to thrash about to get himself loose. He manages only for Jed to clothesline him so he goes over the top to the floor. Taurus lands on his feet on the floor. Leah and Layla roll out to the floor and start to circle around on Taurus. Jed starts to move and Taurus grabs his ankles, pulling him, stepping back by the barricade. Leah and Layla rush in and before Taurus even knows they are there, finds himself handcuffed to the barricade on both arms. Leah, Layla and Jed move back into the ring as Taurus goes crazy, bouncing the barricade, trying to break loose. Leah grabs Juliana and puts her up into the electric chair position. Layla comes in and they hit Dead To Rights. Jed drags Cayla up and shoves her to Layla. The two finish off Smash ‘Em Up on Cayla, Jed holding for the cover.

TWO!

THREE!

~ Ding Ding Ding ~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners aaaaaand STILL the NFW Trios Champions: Jed Coffey...Layla Diaz...Leah Aguero...THE SECOND...CITY...RIOT SQUAD!!

Nick Hanson: Hell of a main event, folks but the defending champions retain!! Long, perhaps, will they reign!

Jim Reynolds: Not bad for the Chicago locals, Nicky! Listen to this crowd!

Nick Hanson: We know now that it’ll be a rematch between former and current champions in the TLC match at Cruel Summer!! Arsenal had to have been paying attention to this one!

Jim Reynolds: But that’s our time for tonight! I’m sure we haven’t seen the last of THE Beautification Movement!!

Nick Hanson: Unfortunately….

Jim Reynolds: What’d you say, Nick?

Nick Hanson: I said so long everyone! See you next week!