NFW Collision #107! 08/10/2021!

Nick Hanson: Good evening ladies and gentlemen and welcome to NFW Collision! Nick Hanson here, joined by Jim Reynolds and we wanna thank you for joining us this evening! Cruel Summer is on the horizon and things are heating up!

Jim Reynolds: Shit’s getting real hot, Nicky! It’s been so crazy these past several weeks, and if the past is any indication, things ain’t about to calm down anytime soon! Hell, we got people banned from the arena even, after last week!

Nick Hanson: Yukiko Kusanagi and Jansen Myrrh, yes they have been banned from the Collision Center after security and management have been unable to control them. They seem to have it out for each other. We got so much more going on but we have a lot of it set for tonight so without further adieu, let’s go ahead and get things started! The Tag Team Titles are on the line tonight in the main event--

Jim Reynolds: We’re probably gonna be blessed with another appearance by our Genesis Champion, as well!

Nick Hanson: Well, it is listed on the program so, yes. Ladies and gentlemen, buckle your seat belts! Collision starts now!
Josh Davidson: Welcome, everyone, to another edition of Collision! With me tonight is a very special guest, who made her surprise return last week! Ladies and gentlemen? Moe Renhuan.

The camera pans out a bit to show Moe standing next to Josh. She’s changed a bit since the fans last saw her, having forgone the brightly colored gimmick she sported originally, now in a more severe crimson and black getup.

Moe Renhuan: What’s up Josh? I’ve got shit to do before my match tonight, and you kinda stopped me right inside the parking garage…

Josh isn’t phased as he launches into his first question.

Josh Davidson: So you made your return last week, showing that you were fully prepared to step back into the ring in tag team competition, yet you wouldn’t be retaking the mantle of Queen’s Guard. Instead, it appears you’ll be fighting alongside the “Bastard Prince” Tommy Janes. Why is that? Trouble in the Kingdom locker room?

Moe gives Josh a nasty look.

Moe Renhuan: There is no trouble in our locker room, or in our family. I didn’t return to the Queen’s Guard simply because Lluvia and Jamie have been working so well together. Besides. Tommy is an old friend of Mary’s, and after seeing me train in the ring, he asked if I’d be interested. Having just sold AnimeZing for a tidy profit, I was planning on returning anyway. This just expedited the process.

Josh nods, going to lift the mic back to his mouth, but Moe slaps it down and out of his hand.

Moe Renhuan: Your first question fucking sucked. You don’t get anymore.

The Anime Assassin gives the interviewer another withering glare, turning to leave before running directly into Kai Morgan. The Ultimate Truther lets out a huge arrogant sigh as he addresses the person standing before him.

Kai Morgan: Pathetic...and absolutely classless…

Kai walks straight past Moe before quickly turning around, putting an arm around Josh in the process.

Kai Morgan: A returning star, the thing everyone was talking about coming outta last week...and you don’t have time to entertain your press? And what’s more, you had to go and show disrespect to my favorite interviewer of all time, John Anderson?

Josh Davidson: I-it’s actually J-Josh Davids-

Kai Morgan: (interrupting) What did we say about you shutting the fuck up while I’m taking, James?

Josh proceeds to shut the fuck up.

Kai Morgan: Besides, Moe...with that behavior, combined with your cowardly actions last week, you should be considered fortunate that you have a job here. See, this isn’t your business where you can live in your own little fantasy world and call the shots on whatever the hell goes on and when. This is NFW, where you actually have to work for somebody like the rest of us. And just like the rest of us, when you do cowardly shit, you have to answer for it...which is exactly what you’re gonna do tonight when you face off against Kai Morgan’s new best friend!

Moe smirks, stepping forward and getting chest to chest with Kai, staring right into his face.

Moe Renhuan: Shows what you know Kai. See, when I left? I was given a guaranteed return by none other than Steven Brody himself. Have you ever even met the owner of NFW in person?

She steps back, shrugging.

Moe Renhuan: See, here's the thing. There are two things about you that I actually think are pretty good. One? Your last name is the same as my wife's first name! The other?

She spins quickly, her foot missing Kai's face by just inches with a quick roundhouse.

Moe Renhuan: You've SUCH a hittable face.

Kai just stands there, eyes widened and visibly shell shocked by what just happened.

Kai Morgan: (flustered) Y-yeah um...pfft...tha--that was nothin’….you ain’t nothin’,,,you ain’t got nothin’ on...i--is it hot in here? Jake, is it hot in here?

Josh Davidson: N--

Kai Morgan: (Still flustered) S-shut the fuck up…

Josh continues to shut the fuck up

Kai Morgan: (STILL flustered) I...um...what were we talking about…?

Moe giggles, shaking her head.

Moe Renhuan: Don't worry Kai. I won't hit ya. Not until we meet in the ring. But then? Well…

She shrugs.

Moe Renhuan: See you out there, yeah? Have fun tonight. Oh. And?

She flips Kai off with one hand, shooting the bird to Josh with the other.

Moe Renhuan: Bye bye!

She turns away, walking off camera.

Kai nervously chuckles, still in a flustered state as he steps back and faces Josh.

Kai Morgan: I can do that! I can...I can SO do that! You think she’s the only one who can do that, I can do that, she ain’t nothing! Watch!

Kai looks around quickly and grabs the first backstage crew member he can find.

Kai Morgan: YOU! Hold still!

Kai positions the crew member, who just so happens to be the one who’s nose he broke the other week, before unloading a Roundhouse Kick. He tries to get as close to the crew member's face without actually kicking him, but ends up catching him full on in the face!

Kai Morgan: Oh my god…

Kai seems to show a bit of remorse as he and other crew members rush to the fallen guy’s side.

Kai Morgan: You came in too close, you fucking idiot! Now I look like a jackass on national television!

Kai returns to his feet, before kicking the crew member on his side!

Kai Morgan: Dipshit!

Kai returns to Davidson, feigning a punch in his direction and causing him to flinch. He walks off having felt strong again.

Jimmy Bones v. Matt Shields

Jimmy Bones flies out of the corner with a shotgun-style dropkick that shocked Shields and sent him reeling into the corner. Bones pops up and hits a running forearm, then delivers a few more hard shots before he runs to the other corner, charges back in, and hits a big dropkick that sends Shields down. Bones covers and gets a 2 count. The crowd is behind Bones as he pulls Shields to his feet and gets rocked by a European uppercut which is quickly followed by a hangman’s neckbreaker. No cover for Shields, instead he pulls Jimmy Bones up and then puts him right back down with a fisherman’s neckbreaker. Still, he doesn’t go for a cover, opting to hit a half nelson neckbreaker. Shields covers, but nope he pulls Jimmy Bones up by his hair, hits another European uppercut and looks for the belly-to-back neckbreaker, but Jimmy Bones slips off, hits the ropes, and comes back with a satellite DDT. Bones crawls into the cover but just a 2 count. Bones brings Shields up to his feet and gets chopped right in the throat before Shields levels him with that vicious 40 Legions discus clothesline. Shields hauls Jimmy up, smacks him across the face, and delivers Majo No Toki. He doesn’t cover off that devastating neckbreaker though, instead, he brings Jimmy up on more time and delivers the Hellhound's Bite. Finally, Shields makes the cover

TWO...

THREE

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Your winner as a result of a Pinfall... MATT SHIELDS!

Nick Hanson: Matt Shields with a fairly decisive win tonight. Jimmy Bones showed that tenacity and toughness he’s known for, but Shields is a dangerous competitor.

Jim Reynolds: He’s also an asshole, but tonight he was a victorious asshole. You saw that for all of his faults, and there are many, he can get the job done inside the ring.

Result: Pinfall

We find ourselves at the opulent mansion of THE Beautification Movement founder, financier, and leader, Grace Moretti, specifically her beautiful pool. Crystal clear water cascades down from a massive waterfall splashing down into the large pool where THE Beautiffication Muscle is busying himself with laps. He wears red trunks and when we move to the other members of THE Beautification Movement, tanning out on the oversize white outdoor chaise loungers, they are all clad in red bikinis. Each has their style, but of course, the color matching continues. The ladies are enjoying their relaxation with some margaritas, strawberry to no doubt go with the red color palette. Cayla Phoenix looks over at the pool as she seems to be enjoying the view, meanwhile, Juliana finishes off her drink and rings a bell. After about ten seconds, a fairly cute blonde girl walks out with another drink and a smile, most likely one of miss Moretti’s staff, maybe the maid, an assistant, Juliana doesn’t care, she just wants her drink.

Juliana Mendoza: Ah, I needed this girls. After the atrocities that have befallen us recently, I needed a nice relaxing night off. Two weeks in a row we were completely screwed. We were absolutely cheated out of the Trios titles. That match was absolute bullshit and I want El Alguacil investigated. He should be fired for allowing what he did, but I will settle for a fine and him being barred from ever officiating matches involving any and all members of THE Beautification Movement. He clearly has a bias against us. I bet you he’s upset because my father, the wonderful, Mister Majestuosa, no doubt embarrassed him in a match years ago.

Grace Moretti: As a matter of fact, I did do some research and they did fight a little in Mexico. Your dad won roughly seventy percent of the time. Probably teetering a little closer to sixty-nine.

Cayla Phoenix: Heh, nice.

Cayla said as she turned her attention toward Taurus, admiring him as he swam.

Juliana Mendoza: I’m surprised mi asombroso padre winning percentage isn’t higher, but perhaps they wrestled more in his early days and this tonto absoluto, simply got lucky a few times.

Juliana waves it off and downs almost half of her rocks margarita. She looks over at her best friend and tag team partner for some assurance, but Cayla’s attention is well diverted.

Juliana Mendoza: You are right to be concerned about TAURUS Cayla. Yes, he was able to take out a lot of his physical frustration this past Thursday on Zion Breakthrough, and he will again get to show his incredible physical attributes this coming Friday the thirteenth. Kai, crossover exposure once again, you’re welcome. My point though, what about the mental trauma from being tied up in the ropes and beaten. Then to be placed in chains and forced to watch as those absolute beasts used an unfair two-on-three advantage to hurt myself and Cayla. Honestly, it still keeps me up some nights, and what has been done to make any of this right?

She finally recognized Juli was talking to her, as Cayla was out of her trance and spoke to her partner.

Cayla Phoenix: Huh!? Oh, uh… yeah! Absolutely! They cheated and got absolutely no repercussions for it. What they need to do is give us our rightful shot as we deserve all along, but, give our stallion some fair revenge against those lowlife thugs, too!

Juliana Mendoza: That is absolutely what should happen. There is nobody more deserving of a Trios Title Match than THE Beautification Movement. I think we should take legal action if not given our richly deserved rematch, and I think it’s only fair that we should get to choose the official. Make sure we find one that will be fair, impartial, and won’t allow a member of one of the teams to be placed in HANDCUFFS.

TAURUS’ head pops out of the water as he hears Juliana screaming, He swims over to the edge of the pool, pushes up on the edge to get out, and stands tall, blocking out the sun for a second, but he quickly moves aside to allow the ladies to resume tanning.

TAURUS: That was absolutely humiliating, degrading, and just plain cowardly. Coffey fancies himself a big tough lad, why innit he just come at me man to Bull?

TAURUS shook his head, downed his drink, and headed back to the pool.

TAURUS: Think I got another hundred or so laps in me. Gotta keep that cardio up.

He looked over at the ladies, but it looked like Cayla specifically as he winked and dove into the pool. She would giggle playfully at him, whilst Grace rolled her eyes a bit in the background.

Grace Moretti: Well, if they won't grant it to us, I know a law firm that's quite exceptional at their job. Mr. Byrd hasn't failed me yet.

Juliana Mendoza: Hopefully it won’t come to that, but he is wonderful. Introduced my dad to that realty lawyer Mr. Dyng. Hopefully, that will not happen. People should be smart and realize that they have THE most incredibly talented, gorgeous, and most importantly Marketable collection of people in THE Beautification Movement. We don’t just deserve a fair shot at those titles. NFW needs us to win them.

Juliana finishes her drink and is quick to demand another as they continue to discuss their self-described horrible treatment, tanning and sunning, Cayla decided to go into the pool for a bit as Juliana and Grace went over specifics.
The scene cuts in on Casey Holliday who is actually not at Collision itself. With no match for the second consecutive week, she happens to be in a calmer state of mind, but she is still expressing some disappointment in her body language. Despite that, she’s trying to be in the best mood that she could possibly be in spite of her frustration as she begins to express her thoughts.

Casey Holliday: Once again, I find myself not booked whatsoever. Once again, I’m denied an opportunity to regain any lost momentum from my last match. It is honestly to the point where that momentum is gone and I have to start all over again. I hate to admit it, but considering how disappointed I am in myself regarding my NFW run so far, I even considered, for a moment, that maybe I should just consider letting someone else have my Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament spot. Right, I got over that consideration rather quickly. But to a degree, in the back of my mind, I’m still questioning whether I should even be in this tournament. The social media teaser labelled me an “up and comer”. I just wonder if that’s even true. An up and comer in NFW? That’s the way I’m seen here? It’s a label that normally wouldn’t bother me. Heck, that’s a label that I’d be flattered by. But ‘up and comer’ is a label that, to be quite honest? I don’t think I deserve that.

People that are actually up and comers aren’t fifty fifty wrestlers with two wins and two losses.

People that are actually up and comers don’t go two months without being booked.

People that are actually up and comers don’t get dismissed by their opponents and written off because said opponent has ‘bigger fish to fry’.

People that are actually up and comers? Well, people on this roster actually know they exist.

And here I sit, just another wrestler on the roster. I sure as hell wouldn’t consider myself an up and comer around here. Why in the world should I even BE at the event tonight? What’s the difference between me being there and me being here at home? Either way, nobody notices. Of course, the old adage states that if nobody notices you, make them notice you. I guess that’s the mission for this tournament then?

Casey takes a pause to briefly think about that question.

Casey Holliday: That’s the mission for this tournament for me. The way I see it, the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament is the one chance, maybe even my LAST chance, to actually PROVE that I’m an up and comer and NOT the biggest bust in NFW in 2021. You all don’t want to say it, but you look at me and either you don’t realize I exist at all or you DO realize that I exist, but you look at my name and you automatically think ‘first round elimination’. Yeah, I might be hard on myself right now because my confidence isn’t doing so great. I’m frustrated that I can’t get off the ground here. I’m tired of it. I’m a realist and my own worst critic, but the fact of the matter is, I KNOW for a fact that since I’ve been in NFW, I’ve been nothing but a disappointment. If there is ONE person on this roster that is capable enough of somehow, someway turning ALL of this on its head, it’s me. So if you’re in this tournament and if you want to sleep on me, that’s just fine. It’s YOUR elimination! For most of you, this is just another event for you here. But for me? Yeah, this IS a do or die situation. I’m either going to have this huge breakout performance in the tournament that’s going to turn everything around, or I’m going to wind up being a first round elimination and a proven bust in this company. There is truly no in between. This is something I HAVE to have because for most of this year? I’ve had NOTHING to smile about. I’m sick of feeling like a failure here. I’m sick of feeling like a bust. I’m sick of feeling like I’m ‘just another wrestler on the roster’. Most of all, I’m sick of being damn mediocre. Here. I HATE the fact that it’s to the point where I’m in a ‘shock the world’ situation as this tournament draws near, but when this tournament comes, ‘shocking the world’ is pretty much what I have to do… and I will. Don’t ask me how, but believe me. I’ll figure it out.

Casey lets her words marinate in her mind for a little bit as the scene fades out.
The scene comes up backstage with the Brothers set up in a "Collision division" of their office.

Torian Drake: So we battled the Guard and the Valkyries and the Legion.

Dylan Drake: And we've done a lot more than that. And now we are the tag champs.

Torian Drake: Let's get one thing clear, the Guard wants to claim the titles for the Kingdom. But the Kingdom already fights wars on multiple fronts. And every front weakens them more.

Dylan Drake: They fight divided while we are united. And we are more united than even the Crusade who were broken and reforged. But even the best reforging eventually comes with weak points. The Crusade fights on a fortress of weak spots.

Torian Drake: As NFW's newest problem solvers it is our business to make sure that every problem gets fixed though. So don't worry, once we've beaten you, Crusade, we'll solve your problem. And put you in the back of the line for the tag titles. In the meantime we the Brothers will be doing double duty, fighting with one mind...

Dylan Drake: And with one heart.

The brothers put their fists together in front of the camera and the scene fades out.

Moe Renhuan v. Rayola Davine

The bell rang and the crowd was immediately split between Rayola Davine and the returning Moe Renhuan. Alternating chants of “Devil’s Angel” and “Let’s Go MoeMoe” filled the arena as Rayola and Moe got up in each other’s faces - as much as they could, anyway with 7 inches of height difference. Rayola seemed to be telling Moe she was going down; Moe had this big cheeky smile on her face that seemed like she was intent on getting under Rayola’s skin. Outside the ring, Kai Morgan had decided to join commentary and was hyping up his impromptu ally, Rayola while subsequently trying to tear down the ally of Tommy Janes’. Back in the ring, Moe and Rayola locked up collar and elbow and jockeyed back and forth for position. Moe attempted to use the strength advantage she had over Rayola to shove her into the ropes but Rayola reversed it and whipped Moe into them. Moe bounced back with a handspring elbow to Rayola, knocking her to the mat. She took a moment to throw some trash talk at her opponent; commentary noticing a change in Moe’s demeanor since she was last inside a wrestling ring.

Moe presented herself as a lot more mouthy and insulting as she slapped Rayola across the face and upside the head while the Devil’s Angel pushed herself up to her feet. Moe maintained the opening advantage over Rayola, showing that while she’d been out of competition for a while, she hadn’t slacked on staying fit. She kept Rayola on her toes with stiff kicks and knife edged chops. As the match continued, Kai Morgan grew fed up and got up from the commentary table. Moe hit the ropes for a move but Kai Morgan grabbed her foot to trip her up. The Anime Assassin turned around to throw some trash talk down at Kai which opened her up for Rayola to turn things around in her favor. Rayola took Moe on a ride with her own series of roundhouse kicks, DDTs and lariats. With Rayola having the advantage, Kai Morgan cheered her on at ringside, obnoxiously; even to the point that Rayola was getting annoyed and told him to shut up and sit back if he was gonna be at ringside. This gave Moe the opportunity to regain control of the match with a Chop Block to the back of Rayola’s leg. Moe hit a few stomps to Rayola before hitting the ropes again, calling for a Shining Wizard. Once again, Kai Morgan tripped her up by grabbing her foot. Moe stopped, obviously fed up with the bullshit while Kai gloated to the crowd, he was gonna help his new friend out! What he didn’t notice was Moe Renhuan hitting the ropes across the ring and charging back across to dive through the ropes for a Tope Suicida, knocking him on his ass.

Moe popped up, yelling to the crowd while Rayola started getting up to her feet inside the ring. Kai pulled himself up and spun Moe around, ready to throw down with her. Moe looked ready for anything but before Kai and her could move on one another, the crowd popped as Tommy Janes came running down and got in between the two, squaring up with Kai Morgan. Now it was Kai and Tommy starting to talk trash back and forth while Rayola Davine hit the ropes and came over the top with a Tope Con Hilo which took Tommy down while Moe backed out of the way. The referee started calling for Moe and Rayola to get back in the ring while Kai helped Rayola up, cheering her on. Moe helped Tommy up and the two pairs now stood across from each other at ringside while the crowd began to chant-

Crowd: FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!

-and much to their delight, the two sides collided in a flurry of wild shots back and forth. Tommy Janes and Moe Renhuan brawling with Kai Morgan and Rayola Davine! The referee decided to just signal to the timekeeper, tossing the match out as security rushed down to separate the pairs.

Nick Hanson: We’re gonna try to get this chaos under control, folks!

Jim Reynolds: Shit, Nicky! I don’t think I can decide who I’d love to see come out on top in a fight! I’m all for The Kingdom but I kinda dig Kai Morgan’s attitude too!

Nick Hanson: Oh, you are ridiculous!

“Classy” Bianca Page and “Diamond Princess” Danielle Page are walking down a hallway.

"Classy" Bianca Page: Have you talked to Vanessa this week?

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page: No, I have called and texted her but she never responded.

"Classy" Bianca Page: Ugh, why is she acting like this? We are her sisters. We are her blood but she is being loyal to that fake ass hefer, Malaya.

Bianca rolls her eyes.

"Classy" Bianca Page: Can you believe it?

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page: Not in the slightest.

"Classy" Bianca Page: I mean how can anyone by that innocent act she is trying to sell everyone?

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page: Most people are stupid.

"Classy" Bianca Page: That bitch knows she purposely spilled that glass of wine on me.

Danielle and Bianca stops as they continue to talk.

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page: And there is no way she can pass herself as a legit model. If she has then why haven’t I seen her on a catwalk or in any ads?

"Classy" Bianca Page: The only modeling jobs she can get is probably in porn.

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page: You think?

"Classy" Bianca Page: How else would you explain her lying, dirty, uncivilized, skanky ass?

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page: Hahahaha You make an excellent point.

Danielle and Bianca then continue to walk down the hall. As they leave, Cassie Mason emerges from around the corner as she shakes her head in disbelief.
The scene opens up with Rayola Davine moving with a slight limp and in a little pain backstage. Josh Davidson comes up to her from the side.

Josh Davidson: Rayola, after what just happened out there are you reconsidering your alliance with Kai Morgan?

Rayola Davine: No, there is no "alliance", Josh! Kai Morgan deserves every ass kicking he gets, but not because certain members of the Kingdom decide all willy fucking nilly that they want to just to bring in more guns.

Rayola lets out a frustrated grunt as she continues.

Rayola Davine: Don't buy into any of that "truther" bullshit Kai spouts. The only truth between us is that we have a common enemy. And if Tommy B. Goode had just done the world a favor and ended him personally, I would have looked the other way.

Rayola seethes as she looks at Josh again.

Rayola Davine: But no, instead of doing the right thing and putting Kai down himself, he had to bring back Hyper Moe to the Kingdom. And that was not gonna happen on my watch. Yes, not even to Kai, hold all your surprise..

Rayola gives a slight pause as the camera zooms in.

Rayola Davine: This… this… partnership of convenience is the best treatment Kai is probably gonna get here. And once I teach the Kingdom that there is one who is never gonna bow, never gonna break, never gonna "behold" anything except the ruins of what was one a mighty kingdom, then I'll deal with the little shitstain myself.

Ray grunts at Josh in a little pain as she walks off. Josh watches her go as the scene fades out.
Backstage in the catering area, some crew and staff take quick breaks while wrestlers get a bite either before or after a match, and the local talent gets probably their best meal of the week, including Nacho Grande and French Fry, the lovable duo known as Fast Food.

Nacho Grande: I’m just saying little buddy, if you bulk up a little, we can do some more power moves.

French Fry: If you would lay off the catering a bit, we could do more quick high-flying moves.

Nacho Grande: Hey, that hurts. I consume a lot of energy being the sole source of charisma, and sex appeal on this team. The ladies love the Grande. The Dad-Bod is in.

French Fry: You don’t have a dad-bod, you have a… dad-blob. ARGH!

French Fry suddenly lunges at his tag team partner and best friend, Nacho Grande, surprising the big man and taking him to the floor. Their food goes flying and the other local talent tries to hold security back to let them settle things.

Matt Shields: Yea, kick his ass Grande.

Matt Shields has wandered into catering with a large bucket of popcorn and a bucket of beer that looks to be from some local brewery. Shields sits his popcorn and beers down on a table and chases security off with his kendo stick.

Matt Shields: I got twenty on Grande. Just sit on him already you tubby fuck.

Shields flips off a few people who take offense, then cracks open a beer and starts munching on his popcorn, just watching them go back and forth, French Fry hitting Nacho with some quick strikes, but Grande lumbers back with a forearm, and the battle of speed versus power is a stalemate. Shields is oblivious as someone sits down next to him and digs into his popcorn, but we can see Sylvia Lopez also gleefully engaged in the tag team tussle. The two foes just sit there eating popcorn, Shields drinking his beer.

Matt Shields: Fighting over who’s the bigger loser. These fuckos are crazy.

CRAAAAAAZZZZZYYYYY! Things may have well have gone in slow motion as that word came out of Shields’ mouth. That horrible awful word that has shattered their strange blissfully oblivious of their shared hatred moment of peace. Sylvia shoved the popcorn and beer away, lunged at Shields, and took him down with a tackle. Sylvia started raining down punches, Shields instinctively covering up as he’s brought down to the ground. Security takes this chance to end things between Fast Food, apparently content to let Shields get his ass kicked a little. Sylvia seemed to rock Shields with a punch down, and he quickly raked the eyes, shoved her off, and looked to gain some distance. Sylvia wasn’t letting that happen though and charged at him with another tackle. Shields managed to catch her and roll through, but she rained down clubbing blows, leaping up as he went to bring her to her feet. Shields shoved her off and jabbed his thumb into her eye as security comes running in. Shields wants to go in for the attack now, but he backs off as Ronnie Lester comes running in and tries to calm Syliva.

Sylvia Lopez: He called Sylvia crazy! SYLVIA IS NOT CRAZY!!!

Ronnie Lester: Whoa Timber, we know. He’s a douchebag and I would love to let you kick him in the balls again, but remember we have shiny’s to win.

This seems to distract Syliva just enough and Shields smirks as he just brushes security off.

Sylvia Lopez: Yes! Sylvia wants the shiny!

Matt Shields: It’s never gonna happen. We’re not done here. You don’t get any shiny’s until I say so, you crazy bitch.

And just like that, Sylvia is breaking through the first bit of security, but gets stopped by the second and Ronnie is again there to distract her a little bit.

Ronnie Lester: Screw him, remember, we got shiny’s to win.

Sylvia calms slightly, and Shields grabs one of his beers and walks off as Ronnie takes Sylvia the other way. Nacho Grande and French Fry sit on the floor, both with bloody lips, French Fry has a black eye and Nacho probably does too. They grab two of Shields’s discarded beers, crack them open, and raise them.

Nacho Grande: Love ya little buddy. We’ll put it together one of these days.

French Fry: We will big buddy. You could probably try to eat a little healthier though. Look, I worry about you.

Nacho Grande: Chupapollas.

They both laugh, drink a little beer, and then get up as the craziness somehow avoided the buffet.
The scene opens up backstage in the area where interviews are conducted. Alexandra Caldwell, donning her wrestling gear, is sitting on a brown wooden stool. Her hands are resting on her knees. She stares into the camera.

Alexandra Caldwell: Ian... what have you been up to lately?

Alexandra doesn’t hesitate to break out laughing.

Alexandra Caldwell: “Don’t answer that, we all know the answer. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. How do you go from being the number one contender to the tag team championships to fading into obscurity? I’ll give your Silver Age tag partner some credit, Sierra has tried harder than you to keep herself relevant. More than I can say for you, Ian.”

Alexandra shrugs her shoulders.

Alexandra Caldwell: “Simply put, I am going to use you as a stepping stone to further my dreams. My dream isn't to be a flash in the pan. My dream isn’t to ride someone else's coattails. My dream are much bigger than you can possibly imagine. I want to become the World Heavyweight Champion, an accomplishment you won’t come within reach of in New Frontier Wrestling.”

Alexandra sighs.

Alexandra Caldwell: Jesus, I wasted too much time talking about you. Time to show up. Whoop dat ass and leave.”

Alexandra stands up. She walks off camera as the scene fades to black.

Alexandra Caldwell v. Ian Dream

Ian Dream and Alexandra Caldwell are in the ring, waiting for the bell to ring at the start of the match. Once they heard it, Alexandra quickly caught Ian with a suplex, sending him down to the mat. The simple suplex wasn’t enough to keep him down, however, and Dream got to his feet, a smirk on his face as he looked at his opponent across from him. He motioned for her to come at him which only seemed to irritate the woman across from him, and she charged towards him. When Alexandra reached Ian, he caught her across the chest with an open palm smack that echoed in the arena a bit. Alexandra was a bit taken back, allowing Ian to take advantage of the situation and execute Kryptonite Krunch. The belly-to-back suplex caused Caldwell to arch up from the impact as she hit the mat, causing yet another smirk to show up on Ian’s face. As she began getting to her feet, he made his way over to her, wrapping his arm around her neck to try for a front face cutter, but she shoved him off, causing Ian to hit the turnbuckles chest first, knocking the wind out of him. Alexandra wasted no time in taking advantage of the situation and ran towards her opponent from behind, taking him down with a hard clothesline to the back of his neck. Between the clothesline to his neck and hitting the turnbuckles, the breath was slowly returning to Ian, but Alexandra didn’t give him the chance to breathe as she lifted him to his feet and executed an excellent dropkick, sending him down again. She lifted him once more before picking him up for The Diamond Cutter, hitting the belly-to-belly piledriver with ferocity. Caldwell quickly moved and pinned Ian.

2…..

3…..!!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner by pinfall...Alexandra Caldwell!!

Nick Hanson: Another strong victory by Alexandra Caldwell, ladies and gentlemen!

Jim Reynolds: Recognize!!

Nick Hanson: Please, don’t ever say that like that again….

Jim Reynolds: Ain’t that what the cool kids are saying nowadays?

Nick Hanson: Yeah but you’re not a kid and you’re definitely not cool.

Jim Reynolds: Hey, fuck you Nicky!!

Result: Pinfall

Down the block at NFW Headquarters, CEO Steven Brody is seen sitting in his office, going over something on his computer. As he sits there, his phone’s intercom lights up and there’s a soft beep. Steven reaches over and taps the button.

Steven Brody: Yes, Jessie?

Intern and social media rep Jessica Clarkson’s voice comes through the little speaker. Pure, angelic, Southern cheer.

Jessica Clarkson: Evenin’ Mr. Brody! I have a phone call for you on line three!

Steven looks at the lines on his phone, seeing that sure enough the line is lit up. The CEO looks at the computer screen, looking as if he’s debating on whether to have them call back or not.

Steven Brody: Jessie, I’ve got a lot to do before I head out tonight. Tell them they’ll have to--

He sighs and picks up the phone, bringing it to his ear.

Steven Brody: Who is it, Jessie? They give you a name at all?

We can’t hear Jessie’s voice anymore but whatever she tells Steven has him straightening in his chair suddenly and his eyebrows raise with a keen interest.

Steven Brody: Is that so? Yes, please, put the call through.

The CEO pauses as he waits for the call to come through. A few seconds later, he continues.

Steven Brody: Yes, Steven Brody speaking.

He pauses again as whoever’s calling is speaking. We can’t hear any part of what’s on the other line but the CEO is very intrigued.

Steven Brody: I’ve got a few moments to spare, absolutely. To what do I owe the pleasure?

He listens again, then….

Steven Brody: Yes, we do have a spot available. Is that something you’d be interested in?

Finally, Steven looks up at the camera and politely gestures for them to leave.

Steven Brody: Well then, I think we can do business!

The camera backs out of the office just as Jessica Clarkson appears in the flesh and closes the door, adorably shooing the camera away as the shot fades.
Cassie Mason, still looking for Malaya, is walking down a flight of stairs backstage of the Collision Center. She gets to the bottom of the stairs and walks over to the door that leads into a hallway. She opens the door to see Malaya knocked out laying on the ground. Cassie quickly kneels down over her friend and client to check on her.

Cassie Mason: Malaya, wake up! Can you hear me?!?!

Cassie looks up to see who and or what is around her.

Cassie Mason: Help!!!! Somebody get the training staff down here!

Cassie cradles the back of Malaya’s head.

Cassie Mason: Help!!!

DJ From ATL v. The Soz

We come back to the arena just as the match between DJ and The Soz is about to start in the ring as the men are pacing waiting for the referee to ring the bell.

Jim Reynolds: Oh my god why are we doing this match, this is going to be a snoozefest if ive ever seen one.

Nick Hanson: Hey come on Jim these two can surprise us.

Just as the referee is about to call for the bell there is a commotion coming from the crowd.

Nick Hanson: What on earth is going on?

Jim Reynolds: Maybe someone brought a beach ball again, you never know with these idiots.

Nick Hanson: Hey come on be nice to our fa--

He gets cut off and shrieks in fear as a big backpack lands on the announce desk in front of him and a hooded man jumps over the barricade grabbing the bag on the way to the ring.

Jim Reynolds: Who THE FUCK IS THIS!?

The hooded man slides the bag into the ring and follows it in as DJ and The Soz look on confused about what is going on, DJ is the first to approach the hooded man getting up in his face shouting at him about interrupting the match which doesn't last long before he gets headbutted full force by the man.

Jim Reynolds: Holy crap what a headbutt!

After this the man pulls the hood back with a big smile on his face.

Nick Hanson: Wait a minute isn't that?

Jim Reynolds: That is the Ultraviolent anarchist Johnny Towers!

Nick Hanson: They need to get out of there.

As he says this The Soz takes a run at Towers getting a boot to the face for his troubles. Towers then turns around and opens up the bag taking out a couple of light tubes smashing one over DJ and the Soz in turn laughing his head off as he's doing it before taking the broken tubes he still had in his hands and scraping them down the back of DJ.

Nick Hanson: Come on, where is the security in this place?

Leaving the two in pain in the ring Towers slides out and grabs a microphone off the desk before entering the ring again.

Johnny Towers: Now then for all you fuckers who don't know who I am, my name is Johnny fucking Towers and this what I have planned is only a portion of what I have planned for anyone who steps in my path.

Throwing the microphone down Towers notices The Soz is nearly back to his feet grabbing him in a ripcord position spinning him out before pulling him into a backdrop driver spiking the man on his head.

Jim Reynolds: Just hit him with the FUBAR!

Getting back to his feet, Towers sees DJ trying to get up using the ropes but stops him at the 2nd rope keeping him in place as he takes something from the pocket of his hoodie.

Nick Hanson: What the hell is that?

The question is quickly answered as Towers holds up a bundle of barbeque skewers in his hand before taking the elastic band off the top of them and placing the pointed sides on the top of DJs head.

Nick Hanson: He isnt…

Jim Reynolds: He is.

With a smack Towers drives his hand on the top of the skewers with a scream of pain coming from DJ as he lets go to show they are definitely stuck in there as the blood starts to stream down DJs face.

Nick Hanson: This is barbaric.

Towers goes and gets another light tube from the bag and the microphone before smashing it off the head of The Soz knocking him back flat on the canvas, blood pouring from the back of his head.

Johnny Towers: Now let me put this in a way you fuckers can understand me, I am here for a fight and I do not care who brings it to me, it can be anyone going from going from Taurus, Ronnie fucking lester, that crazy bint I cant remember her name.

The Soz moves a little distracting Towers making him smash the remains of the light tube onto his head.

Johnny Towers: God damn it where was I… Oh yeah Malaya Diosa, any of those stupid bitches from Gallus Mag or hey if any of them have the balls maybe even Descar whatever, Morgan Payne or the so called fucking redeemer himself Damon Cross. No matter who it is who steps up to me i dont give a fuck because there is one of two ways your match with me is going to end.

Towers reaches over and places the microphone next to the bag before grabbing out a roll of barbed wire.

Nick Hanson: What the hell is he doing with that?

Not long after that is said he grabs The Soz and starts wrapping him up in the barbed wire, tying his feet and hands together behind his back before rolling him over to make sure he gets it all the way around before grabbing him by the hair and pulling him back to his feet the barbed wire digging into his body as he is forced to move around before getting thrown out of the ring.

Nick Hanson: Oh god he's coming back our way.

Jim Reynolds: Time to go!

They just get out the way as Towers picks up The barbwire wrapped Soz in a military press and throwing him onto the commentators desk with the monitors and everything still on with a tremendous smash a holy shit chant bursting out the crowd as Towers slides back into the ring taking the microphone and a cinder block out the bag smashing it off the back of DJ sending him slumping forwards who had just before with trembling hands just gotten most of the skewers out of his head.

Johnny Towers: As i said before the only two ways ya will finish a match with me is if you are spitting or shitting your teeth after I smash them from your jaw or if you can't take the pain anymore and call for ya Mum.

Throwing the microphone to one side again he grabs a sack from the bag.

Nick Hanson: Oh god there's more, I think I'm going to be sick.

Going near the corner he opens the sack and pours out a mixture of broken glass, thumb tacks and lego bricks.

Jim Reynolds: Ok lego is going too far.

Towers then drags DJ to his feet and drags him over nearby to the mix of glass, thumbtacks and lego bricks punching him in the nuts to make him double over and showing to the crowd he's wearing brass knuckles with thumb tacks glued to them.

Nick Hanson: Oh god why.

Laughing he throws the brass knuckles in the bag before climbing up the ropes

Jim Reynolds: Oh no I think I know what he's going for here.

As he says this Towers leaps off the top rope hitting a splash on the back of DJs shoulders with his full body weight sending DJs face and the rest of his body crashing into the glass, thumbtacks and lego brick mixture making the fans chant “YOU SICK FUCK!” As more blood starts to show from underneath DJ, some of it starts to drip over the side of the ring.

Nick Hanson: We need to stop this now, can anyone get off their asses and get out here.

Laughing Towers gets back to his feet and grabs the microphone back up from the canvas.

Johnny Towers: I think i've made my point here, now I heard Collision has got some tough fucking people, please dont prove those rumours wrong and step the fuck up ya mugs.

He drops the microphone and slides out the ring before leaving the same way he came through the crowd giving Mason a scare on his way out as paramedics are seen getting DJ and The Soz onto stretchers.

As the previous segment winds down, the camera follows a dark hallway where a woman is heard screaming. The camera follows the hallway urgently, seeing a blonde woman sitting in a chair as a red headed woman was walking around her. She was laughing at her, as she then leaned into her whispering something in her ear. Jezebelle turned around. Her pupils were bright blue as she looked at the camera.

Jezebelle: You are not needed here, my new friend and I were just getting acquainted, But since you are here, she shall remain nameless for the time being, Since you are though, stay. You’ll see something fun.

Belle lifts her hand up and pulls another chair forward to where the cameraman had been standing. She then lets the chair take the cameraman down, as she then picks up the blonde woman’s head placing her hand next to her head, then she lets some of the energy flow through it to her. The woman then looked up, as she saw someone she recognized immediately from her past. She began crying as she did not want to look at the woman, but the camera immediately recognized it as Tia Santos.

Ember: You can’t be here… we have not spoken since the break-up…

Ember then looked up at the woman as her eyes were the blue they normally were with some of the influence from Belle. Belle watched with the cameraman as she saw the same thing he did. Belle laughed as she continued to watch.

Tia Santos: Do you feel it yet? The sorrow. The guilt. Do you feel what your last love before me felt? That feeling of abandonment. That loneliness that you had brought upon her. Do you feel it like she did?

Belle then comes back into the room as Tia vanishes from sight, as she picks up Ember’s head, looking at her. She smiled softly, as she then picked up Ember’s head, looking into her eyes. The fear had stopped for the moment, as Belle then sent some more energy out into her mind, as she began to scream. Belle then knocked the cameraman over, closing the dark door, the last thing heard is Ember still screaming.
The lights go down as a song undeniably by HEALTH drones four 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 creep in.

Know we're never gonna feel the same as it was today
Know we're never gonna feel again, but I still wake up and lie to myself
Love, your love, it's not enough
Love, your love, it's not enough

Following "VICTIM," "TEARS" kicks in and the lights come on to reveal the Genesis Champion, Katelin Descarrilado, in her circular sunglasses and medical mask, donned in all black. She raises her arms up and out, almost in a wingspan, as the Genesis Championship shines. Jake Duzsik's vocals literally echo throughout the Collision Center as Descarrilado saunters down to the ring, almost in time to HEALTH's notes.

Roger Arden: The following contest scheduled for one fall with a fifteen minute time limit is for the New Frontier Wrestling Genesis Championship. Introducing first, the champion, from Denver, Colorado, weighing in at 138 pounds... the Devil In The Details... KATELIIIIIIN DESCARRILAAAAAAADOOOOOO!

Through Arden's announcement, Descarrilado has already reached ringside. Slowly, she walks over to the ringside steps, though she climbs the steps with a bounce in her step before entering the ring. Once she's in, Descarrilado holds her Genesis title in the air for all to see, to a chorus of boos. After handing her title to the referee, Katelin grabs a chair and places it in the middle of the ring before taking her own microphone out of her back pocket and sitting down.

Katelin Descarrilado: In the span of merely one month, I have become the greatest Genesis Champion ever. I have beaten everyone who has ever crossed me since I became a wrestler, save one man. And that man is the current World Heavyweight Champion.

The crowd cheers at the mention of that man, Damon Cross.

Katelin Descarrilado: I beat Cassandra... and no, I refuse to call her Cass, her Shaddah-given name is Cassandra Baumer, and I will refer to her as such. I beat her. I beat Etsuko Mitzusaka after her silicone-pumped waste of a manager claimed a complete falsehood off my back. I beat Minoru Tanahashi after going to the other brand because this company as a whole lacks other true attractions outside of me. I beat Katie Anderson... then I beat her for this title last week. I did what the former world champion could not do last week even after I encouraged her, and defeated Crystal Zdunich... not that it was much of an accomplishment, I could have done that with a blindfold around my head... Five defenses is more than Dona Rotten ever accomplished in roughly twice the time I have held this title. If you remember, she was the first person I defended this title against. And she hasn't been seen since. On that note, you only just heard from Cassandra last week, and she clearly wants nothing to do with me after I beat her so badly at Reckoning Day. She has moved on to a complete rehash and retread of what made her popular in the first place in another attempt to make money off of harder-working peoples' backs.

The crowd boos The Devil In The Details, knowing how hypocritical Katelin's words truly are given her own road.

Katelin Descarrilado: And yet I have worked harder than most. It should go without saying that I have worked harder than those I have defeated to defend my title every single week since I won it. All I get in return is spite. Save for from my husband, not a single time have I received a congratulatory message or a thank you for saving the Genesis Title from obscurity.

The crowd starts up a "FUCK-YOU, KATE-LIN!" chant, complete with claps.

Katelin Descarrilado: My point exactly. This... This is all I have gotten in return since winning the Genesis Title. Absolutely no respect as a champion. Absolutely no adulation for saving what was once an already-dead division. Absolutely no thanks for giving this place a shot in the arm in terms of who it crowns as champions.

Even more boos and chants of telling Katelin “fuck you.”

Katelin Descarrilado: And all of that? Every single second? Is absolutely fine with me. For you see, I am the greatest Genesis Champion ever... not because of anyone I have named. Or because of you. Or because anyone truly wanted me to be, aside from me and my husband. No, no. I am the greatest Genesis Champion ever in spite of you. In thirty-five days, I have done what Dona Rotten could not in seventy-eight days. Now, thirty-five days obviously is not a long time. Only five weeks. But for every week, there has been a Genesis title defense, sometimes two. And tonight will mark six. And if you look at the flaming pile of textual trash called Twitter, it should be obvious who I want. I already mentioned him. So Damon Cr--

"Confident" by Demi Lovato hits the speakers, which throws Katelin off.

Katelin Descarrilado: No, Damon Cross, not Katie Anderson. I already beat her.

Katie steps out onto the stage with Zoey beside her, Zoey puts her hand on Katie's shoulder as they glare at Katelin. Befuddled, Descarrilado raises her microphone back up upon spotting Anderson and Madigan.

Katelin Descarrilado: May I help you? Is there a specific reason you've decided to come out here?

Katie smirks as she raises the microphone.

Katie Anderson: First off bitch, you never beat me, as a matter of fact I pinned you to get my match with Dona. Let's get that straight right now!

The crowd cheers

Katie Anderson: Second, you attacked me from behind like the little coward you are!

The cheers get louder, Zoey nods her head and smiles sweetly toward Katie

Katie Anderson: Then you stole my rematch with Dona after Etsuko jumped Zoey and I.

Katie and Zoey begin walking toward the ring, Katie continues to speak.

Katie Anderson: Remember I told you that you have a receipt coming? Well I am here to collect!

Katie enters the ring as Zoey stands on the outside. Katie gets in Katelin's face and stares in her eyes.

Katie Anderson: The next person you face is me bitch, the way I see it you owe me my title rematch. And I want it right now!

The crowd cheers loudly as Katie drops the microphone, still face to face with Katelin. Unmoved, Descarrilado calmly raises back up her mic.

Katelin Descarrilado: OK... let us analyze those statements, if you'll allow me to play arm-chair psychologist with you. Yes, you did beat me in my first match as a professional wrestler. As a matter of fact, you are literally the only person in this company who has done so to date. But at Reckoning Day, what did you do against Dona when she was Genesis Champion?

The Devil In The Details finally rises from her feet and starts pacing around.

Katelin Descarrilado: Like anything from Georgia... you choked. You couldn't do it. Dona retained. Then when Etsuko attacked you, I did what you would have done sooner or later with that briefcase. You would have been stupid not to.

Katelin holds a finger up.

Katelin Descarrilado: And as for your little receipt? I wanted it last week and you answered. Only. To choke. Yet again. So as far as you and I are concerned? Back of the line. Regardless of the circumstances... you did what any true-blooded Georgian does in any big-time situation.

Descarrilado holds a hand up to her throat a la Reggie Miller.

Katelin Descarrilado: You. Choked.

"Kid Buu" as remixed by 94Stones hits as out walk Pet and Etsuko Mitzusaka and Descarrilado simply sighs.

Katelin Descarrilado: Oh, you too, huh? I beat you, too. We all remember that.

Etsuko is the one holding the mic here as Pet just glances over toward her fellow greivers giving the fans a belief that something might pop off here...until Pet just smiles prettily at Katie and removes her focus from them.

Jim Reynolds: Was certain there was gonna be a fight just now.

Nick Hanson: I’m sure Katelin wouldn’t have been too bothered by that. But perhaps even more interesting now...we’re getting a chance to hear from Etsuko herself.

It would seem that way but instead she turns to her side and holds the mic up for Pet.

Nick Hanson: Oh... never mind, then.

Pet: That’s a very interesting take, Katelin, but did you beat her? Or the bat? Perhaps it should be wearing the belt now instead.

Pet appears rather pleased with herself before she glances over at Katie and looks like she just remembered something, cutting Katelin out of any retaliation at the moment.

Pet: Bitch. That’s not copyrighted, is it? It just sounds so original. Doesn’t it sound original?

She’s not getting anything from Etsuko. Mitzusaka was just told to be a mic stand and that’s all Pet’s gonna get here.

Pet: Also

Jim Reynolds: I think she’s just doing that now on purpose.

Pet: No, you can continue. Unless you need assistance in that as well.

Katelin Descarrilado: If I remember right... you brought that thing into the ring in the first place. It was your own fault that your client lost. Anyone with eyes and half a brain could tell you that.

With a frustrated pointing of fingers, Descarrilado points Pet and Etsuko to Katie.

Katelin Descarrilado: Now, you two? You have unresolved business, and anything you have with me, I already took care of. Thank you, move along to the back, because I have a World Champio--

Cass Baumer's theme, "Smooth Sailing" by Queens Of The Stone Age, starts up. The usually collected Ice Queen actively rolls her eyes in frustration.

Katelin Descarrilado: --oh, son of an emerald WHORE!

Cass Baumer: You really tryna brag to all these people with my name in your mouth?!

The crowd cheers loud, as Cass looks at the others on the stage and then glances back at Katelin.

Cass Baumer: I gave you space ‘cause I thought that’s what you’ve needed. I mean, with Tren out of action with that subdural hematoma I gave him, you deserved the time you’ve spent as Collision’s quintessential super rookie. Hell, you’ve done great for yourself! You’ve made a lotta friends too, I see. That takes talent.

Baumer gestures to Katie, Pet, and Etsuko while Katelin grits her teeth in the ring.

Cass Baumer: What I don’t understand is, if it was Damon Cross’s title you wanted, a title you swore you wouldn’t fight for ‘cause Tren already claimed the number one contendership far before you’ve ever stepped between the ropes, why not cash in that briefcase on him in the first place? Besides, the Genesis Championship division didn’t need a revival! Dona and everybody else here had it covered far better than you could manage!

Now, her typically jovial expression turns serious as she glares directly into Katelin’s eyes.

Cass Baumer: At Reckoning Day 3, you stole my golden ticket when you spiked me in the back of the head with that Wildcard Briefcase. You took everything I built since the night I walked into NFW, so if I gotta start from the bottom, I won’t lose a minute of sleep scratching and clawing my way to the top while I rebuild my empire on the ashes of your reign.

Voice: Alright, alright, alright! Everybody shut up!

Nick Hanson: Uh-oh!

Jim Reynolds: Awwwww, shit!

Nick Hanson: Sounds like the GM’s in the area!

Sure enough, out of the tunnel, General Manager Luthor Callaway comes walking out, microphone in hand Everyone from the ring to the walkway, save for Katelin who has just completely given up trying to speak, turns towards the man as he takes center stage and shakes his head in annoyance. The minute any of the others begin to speak, he puts an arm out, palm facing them.

Luthor Callaway: No, no. I mean it. Don’t speak. Not a damn one of you. I’m gonna say this and I’m gonna make sure y’all get it. First and foremost? Yeah, I’ll agree. There’s been some fuckery about. Frankly, y’all been pushing each other’s buttons all over for the past few weeks. So much so, y’all are starting to push my goddamn buttons! So this is what we’re gonna do.

Luthor runs his hand down his mouth and scratches the salt & peppered stubble on his chin.

Luthor Callaway: First off, champ? Katelin? Mrs. Descarrilado? Whatever you prefer to be addressed as? I like the fact that you’re a fighting champion. You got some sort of fighting spirit. I admire that shit. However, this hand picking your defenses each week? Shit don’t fly around here but thi--

Katelin Descarrilado: And yet you have let this go on every single week since I became champion. Why is it that it's only so bad of me to want to defend my title and correct everyone who has wronged me now?

This gets a glare out of Callaway.

Katelin Descarrilado: Other than the fact that I have targeted your golden goose this week.

Luthor Callaway: This ain't got a goddamn thing to do with your little agenda. And if you interrupt me again, you can add me to your little list, because I’ll be firing your ass.

He quiets everyone down with the tone of his voice, and motions to the gathering of superstars in front of him. Baumer. Mitsuzaka. Anderson. Descarrilado. Luthor simply nods, enjoying the brief silence.

Luthor Callaway: Simply put, Kit Kat? Your next Genesis Championship defense is gonna happen when I say it’s gonna happen: and that is gonna be on August 24th. Miami, Florida. Cruel Summer 2.

Jim Reynolds: Look at our generous General Manager giving the Genesis Champion a pay per view appearance!! Well earned!!

Nick Hanson: Just when I think you couldn’t get any dumber….

Jim Reynolds: Who you calling dumb?!

Luthor then starts to motion around at the other three around the ring.

Luthor Callaway: And you’re gonna do so against...Katie Anderson….

Jim Reynolds: Whoa!!

Luthor Callaway: ...and against...Etsuko Mitsuzaka…

Jim Reynolds: Wait, what?! A triple threat?! No way!

Luthor Callaway: ...and Cass Baumer!!

The crowd’s on their feet now, fully behind the General Manager’s decision. The three challengers look extremely pleased while the champion looks less than amused, to put it nicely.

Nick Hanson: Sound decision by the General Manager!

Luthor Callaway: And it’s gonna go down with no time limit...in a fatal fourway, Blood In The Sand match!

Another crowd pop as Luthor lowers the microphone and looks around once more. Finally he looks at the four wrestlers and shrugs.

Luthor Callaway: That’s really just a Cruel Summer way of saying, no disqualifications, no countouts, anything goes! As for tonight? Y’all can have the rest of the night off. Now, you’re holding up the rest of the show so kindly see y’alls selves outta here.

The crowd continues to rally behind the announcement as Luthor turns and promptly excuses himself from the stage as the show goes to a commercial….
"One! Two! Hey, don't do your sit-ups faster than my counting!"

It's quite the surprise for the nearby camera to pick up the youthful voice of Leina Rael-Debaillion. It resonates from within the Crusade's shared locker room. The door is partially open and the man behind the camera is a curious sort. He directs the camera into the doorway and reveals to the fans watching live and the viewers watching from their locations…

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Three! Four! Five! Six!

...the little lady wearing her golden cross-designed mask over her face. She's in a casual summer outfit otherwise. Around her neck are two things: a red whistle and a closed pendant. Picking up the whistle, she brings it closer to her lips.

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Seven! Eight! Nine! Ten!

Right at the end of the count, she blows the whistle and it sounds like a typical P.E. coach's whistle. The sit-ups end, and the person she’s “helping” turns out to be Damon Cross. He switches fluidly to the push-up position and, as he planks and holds it steady, Leina hops right on his back, sitting cross-legged and getting her whistle back in hand. Damon’s eyes avert in her direction, a smirk on his lips, awaiting the count to start again.

Damon Cross: Maybe you should count faster, then!

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Don't sass me, Cross! Right now, I'm your coach, not your little princess. One!

Naturally, she blows the whistle before she begins the count for his push-ups. It's adorable and hilarious how serious she takes her role. This nine-year-old girl has a backbone!

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Two! Three! You're the Hero tonight. You're not gonna let the Villain beat you, right?! Four!

Damon Cross: No, ma’am, coach!

Now he’s matching her pace easily, even with the young lady perched on his back. They must have been at this for a while, because there’s a certain shine to Damon’s skin. This seemed more workout than warm-up, but he got into it with gusto. Leina keeps herself steady on her stepfather's back, keeping up with the count. It's difficult to read her expression when she's wearing the mask. Her eyes, however, are bright and shining. She's hopeful and enthusiastic.

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Sierra Silver has a couple years of experience, but she's still green. Eight! Nine! You've got years of experience and you were a double World Champion. But don't take her lightly. Ten!

Right on cue, the whistle blows. And, right where he started, Damon holds himself up with arms, back and legs straight. Leina slides down gracefully and he steps in, rising easily to his feet.

Damon Cross: No opponent gets taken lightly, regardless of what’s on the line. She might be young, but she’s smart enough to take advantage of an opening if I give her one. And I won’t.

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Good. Besides, I like her. She's nice.

How typical of the fourth-grader to like someone with an "evil" origin. Flashing a grin, she bounces up and down.

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Uncle Ronnie had a pull-up bar installed in this room. Wanna go for ten? I'll cling onto you.

In response, he goes over to the bar and cracks his knuckles, then crouches down so she can cling on. Leina wraps her arms around his neck in a secure, comfortable way.

Damon Cross: She seems like good people. Can’t say much about that guy she’s with; cake-stealing is bad. He’s lucky he still has all his fingers. But who knows, right? Maybe she can help turn him around.

Rising again, Damon takes hold of the bars and, with surprising ease, is able to start the pull-ups from a fully hung position. Leina wraps her legs around his waist to be in the rightful piggyback position.

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Maybe! But moving on, there's only two weeks until Cruel Summer II. Jonna Austin is your second challenger for your World Heavyweight Championship. You got this? One!

Damon Cross: Jonna is tough, determined, and, unlike many others, respectful. That alone isn’t enough, though. I will not lose this title until I am ready.

Each call out is another one made. Little easier to keep up with her in this more strenuous exercise… His answer is one his tiny coach likes. She continues to hold on and call out numbers to keep his pace.

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Four! Five! She's a member of the Kingdom, but she's not on the same level as Mary, Jasmine, Lluvia, Morgan, Lil or Chrissy. Any concerns?

Damon Cross: You want an honest answer?

He briefly glances over his shoulder for confirmation, then goes back to working on the preparations.

Damon Cross: They’ve learned by now that I’m not to be taken lightly, and that even with numbers on their side I will prevail. Plus, Jonna would not take well to them butting in even if it were to her benefit.

Finishing the tenth one, Damon lowers himself to the floor again and crouches again so that Leina might let herself down. She does so with grace befitting royalty once more before she looks up to him with a grin.

Leina Rael-Debaillion: You're ready, Pops!

Damon Cross: Couldn’t have done it without you. Kiss for luck?

Not even Leina was immune to his charms. A small peck on the cheek was more than enough for the Redeemer, who smiled and rose, gathering his jacket and title before heading out.
Right as the cameras switch back to ringside, the calm din of the crowd is interrupted by the opening riff to Devour The Day’s “Step Aside”. There’s a mixed reaction from the crowd as “BEHOLD THE KINGDOM'' fills the tron screen and Silver Mountain Champion, Morgan Payne, comes swaggering out of the tunnel with her title over her shoulder; black BDU pants, Timbaland boots, tank top, hooded, leather jacket. All black. The only contrast to her wardrobe is the black and yellow flannel shirt tied around her waist.

Nick Hanson: Looks like we’re gonna be getting a visit from the Silver Mountain Champ, Jim.

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, we are, Nick. Stand the hell up and fucking recognize!

Morgan walks right down the steps and to the ring down the entry aisle. She wastes no time in showboating as she climbs up onto the apron and steps in under the top rope. She pauses in the center of the ring, looking from side to side before apparently choosing one, where she runs and stands up on the bottom and middle ropes, yelling to the crowd as she holds her title up overhead.

Jim Reynolds: That’s it! Make these blind motherfuckers see you, Morgan!

Nick Hanson: I think they see her just fine. They probably hear her too.

Jim Reynolds: Watch it, Nicky!

As Morgan steps off the ropes and calls for a microphone, the music fades out and we’re met with the mixture of boos and cheers from the crowd. She paces around for a second, bringing the microphone up to her mouth to speak.

Morgan Payne: Whattup Chiraq? Whatchins up to? Ain’t shit? Yeah, ahnno. Lotta dat goin’ arahnd lately. Everybody wanna talk shit but don’t nobody wanna do nothin’. Yanno what? Why da fuck am I standin’ here talkin’ while yinz are sittin’? Someone gimme a fuckin’ chair! Hey yo! Jagoff!

Morgan turns her attention to the timekeeper, pointing at him and motions towards herself with two fingers.

Morgan Payne: Sto parlando a voi! Gimme dat chair. Yeah, dat one! Yours, jagoff! Gimme ya fuckin’ chair!

The timekeeper meekly picks his chair up, folds it and brings it over to the ring where he attempts to slide it into the ring. Morgan shakes her hand and sweeps the chair out of the ring with her foot.

Morgan Payne: Patetico pezzo di merda! Da fuck do you think I am? Hand it to me!

The timekeeper stands, frozen almost in fear it seems.

Morgan Payne: Pick up da fuckin’ chair and hand it to me!

The timekeeper bends down and picks the chair up. He passes it through the ropes to Morgan but the woman steps back, away from the ropes; a hand touches her forehead in annoyance before she snaps her fingers and points at the mat.

Morgan Payne: Get yer ass. In dis ring. And give me. Da fuckin chair. Now!

Pause. The timekeeper hesitates, slowly reaching for the ropes until Morgan bellows into the microphone, lighting a fire in his step.

Morgan Payne: GET IN DA GODDAMN RING NOW!!!!

Nick Hanson: For the love of God, what is she doing?!

Jim Reynolds: Shut up, Nicky!

The timekeeper quickly slides the chair into the ring, climbs in himself and picks the chair up. He inches towards Morgan and slowly, cautiously, extends the chair out to her. Morgan points to the center of the mat.

Morgan Payne: Put it dahn, right there. Right there! Affrettarsi!

Nick Hanson: Oh lord….

The timekeeper lays the chair down in the center of the ring and steps back; a slow, weary smile crossing his face. Has he pleased the champion? No, evidently not, as Morgan lowers the mic and looks off into the crowd with a look that says she’s trying to contain herself lest she murder this man right here. She looks right at him again and raises her microphone.

Morgan Payne: My dude, if I didn’t have the sliver of respect for yinz like I do, I’d beat the fucking shit outta you, right nah.

She points down at the chair again.

Morgan Payne: Pick up dis fucking chair. Unfold it. Set it dahn for me. Give da Silver Mountain Champion a place to sit while she speaks!

The timekeeper does as he’s told, picking the chair up, unfolding it and sets it down in the center of the ring. He even dusts it off with his handkerchief from his jacket pocket. Morgan stares at him for a second.

Morgan Payne: Oh you cute, real cute. Dat’s real funny, my dude. GET DA FUCK OUTTA DA GODDAMN RING!!! USCIRE! ORA!

The timekeeper turns and hauls ass, fumbling through the ropes to try and get out of there with his life and in one piece. Morgan dusts the chair off some more with her hand and sits down, shaking her head at the man.

Morgan Payne: Asshole. Now, where was I?

She sits with her head down, elbow propping her microphone arm up on her knee before looking up at the crowd.

Morgan Payne: Oh yeah. So! Check dis aht, right? I have been Silver Mountain Champion for a long time. Tonight marks 238 days. For 238 days, I have held dis belt! I wish I could say I’ve defended it against every Tom, Dick and Harry but yanno what? I still got a lot I wanna do wif dis strap before the idea of letting it go even comes close to enterin’ my mind. Ya, yinz heard me: letting it go. I rather like bein’ Silver Mountain Champion and I ain’t exactly ready to let someone else carry on da legacy dat I’m currently carryin’ Dat I been carryin’ for almost eight goddamn months!

As Morgan says this, her voice starts to raise as she leans forward into the camera, letting the viewers at home see and hear the fire within her eyes and voice. In her very soul.

Morgan Payne: HOWEVER, COMMA!!

Her finger comes up into the air and there’s a pause before she brings that hand down to her lap and continues.

Morgan Payne: Dat ain’t to say, I ain’t willin’ ta give motherfuckers a shot, baby. I said it weeks ago: step on up! Come stand in da ring wif a wrestling prodigy! I went into da ladder match - a match dat I had to overcome my fear to win - intent on becoming, not just the Silver Mountain Champion, but da greatest Silver Mountain Champion dat dis company has ever and will ever see!

Finally, Morgan stands up out of her chair, looking right into the camera.

Morgan Payne: But I’mma be honest witchu, it’s true what they say: it does tend to get mighty lonely at da top of da mountain. I’m comfortable up here as da Woman on da Silver Mountain but damned if I don’t want a lil company. Someone to come up here and try ta knock me dahn. Somebody! Anybody! Get ya ass up here!

She lowers the microphone, tosses it out of the ring and raises her title up overhead…

Nick Hanson: Bold and powerful words from the Silver Mountain Champion, Morgan Payne!

Jim Reynolds: See?! I told everyone she was a fighting champion! This is why they have their mantle! BEHOLD...THE...KI--

...and the lights to the arena go completely out. The voices in the audience rise up with anticipation and surprise....

Jim Reynolds: What the fuck is going on now?!

Nick Hanson: Bit of a blackout, folks! We apologize! I’m sure there’s something--

Nick and Jim are cut off by the familiar, haunting and eerie sound of deep sea cetaceans crying out fills the arena. The crowd starts going nuts!! The bone chilling noise pierces the blackness as the tron screen lights up, displaying a dark, underwater view as the vocalized chanting of “Cthulhu Awakens” by Apollon de Moura joins the cries of the whales.

Jim Reynolds: Is this what I think it is?!

Nick Hanson: I think so, Jim!! She isn’t scheduled to be here so it can only mean one thing!

A deep aquamarine spotlight suddenly shines down upon the stage, illuminating the visage of Milisandre Crowthorne in her ceremonial robes, arms low and out to the side. Her eerie gaze, however, is aimed right at the ring. Right at Morgan Payne, holding the Silver Mountain Title on her shoulder. The shot cuts back and forth, between Crowthorne on the stage and the silhouette of Morgan in the ring, barely visible in detail in the darkness. Milisandre lifts her chin slowly, never taking her eyes off of the Daughter of the Steel City until she finally turns, sweeping her robe along. She takes two steps in the opposite direction before the spotlight goes out again. Darkness for barely a second before the music stops and all lights come back on and the Herald of the Dreamer is gone.

Jim Reynolds: Wait a minute! Where’d she go?!

Nick Hanson: I don’t know, Jim!

Jim Reynolds: Is she gonna pop out and attack the champ from behind?!

Nick Hanson: I don’t know, but look at the look on Morgan Payne’s face, Jim Reynolds!! I have never seen that look on that woman’s face before!

All that’s left is the stunned crowd and Morgan Payne in the center of the ring, staring wide eyed at the stage, title on her shoulder. The corner of her mouth quivers. It’s almost as if she wants to smile but she never gets that far. One might swear there’s an underlying emotion in her eyes. It looks like...fear!

Sierra Silver v. Damon Cross

As the match was about to start, commentary pointed out while Damon Cross and Sierra Silver both noticed Jonna Austin, #1 Contender to the World Heavyweight Title, walking out onto the stage to set a chair down and watch the match from a distance. Damon Cross’ attention lingered on her for a second or two longer than Sierra did but Jonna simply folded her hands under her chin and just sat there, watching.


Sierra and Damon lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Damon starts to take over but Sierra doesn’t wait for him to get to a corner. She slips through his legs and jumps up into a victory roll.

TWO!

DAMON KICKS OUT!

Sierra jumps up onto the ropes and goes for a quebrada. Damon catches her and reverses into a snap powerslam, holding for the cover.

TWO!

SIERRA KICKS OUT!

Damon looks to hook her up for a hold but Sierra kicks herself free and then rolls out to the floor to catch herself a breather. She dives back and starts pulling hit and run tactics, making sure Damon can never properly get a hold of her while she hits him again and again and again, eventually giving hima knee strike that knocks the champion down. Sierra covers.

TWO!

DAMON KICKS OUT!

Sierra goes to the same well again and Damon avoids the strike and then takes Sierra down. He goes for a hold, she reverses out. He goes for another, she reverses out. This happens until Damon finally manages to get an arm hook in. Sierra tries to get away and gets pulled into a backslide. She kicks out before a count is made and gets a dropkick to the face of Damon. Damon goes down and she hits The Greenheart. She covers.

TWO!

DAMON KICKS OUT!

Sierra runs across the ring and on the return, Damon catches her for a sleeper and then tries to switch to the Father’s Sin. Sierra tries to wiggle free but gets caught for the Weight of the World. Damon covers.

TWO!

THREE!

~ Ding Ding Ding ~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall...The World Heavyweight Champion...DAMON...CROSS!!

Nick Hanson: Quite a performance from Sierra HECK’N Silver!

Jim Reynolds Close but no cigar, Nicky! Much as I’m not a fan of our World Champion, he knows how to get the job done, as you can see!

Nick Hanson: I hope Jonna Austin took some notes, she’s gonna nee--WAIT A MINUTE!!! WHAT THE HELL?!

Nick exclaimed as, from the crowd, a pair of individuals came jumping the barricade and sliding into the ring.

Jim Reynolds AAAHHH!! HELLO LADIES!!!!

Jim hooted in delight as Salacious Intent hit the ring. Abigail Lindsey grabbed Sierra Silver and tossed her out of the ring as Sela Rica-Lark forearmed Damon Cross in the back of the head. Before he realized what was doing on, both members of the rambunctious tag unit were backing him into a corner, putting the boots to the World Champion.

Nick Hanson: What the hell are they doing out here?! Somebody stop this

Jim Reynolds Fuck that! Do your thing ladies!!

Nick Hanson: Wait! Look!

The crowd looked on as Jonna Austin snapped her chair shut and came hauling ass down the walkway and sliding into the ring. She hopped to her feet, leaving the chair for now and grabbed Abigail Lindsey for an Irish Whip into the opposite corner. The Loveable Punk charged across the ring, hitting a corner splash onto the Serene One. She spun around to see Sela Rica-Lark coming at her. Sela went for a Spear but Jonna used her size and strength to catch Sela in almost a sort of MMA sprawl. Jonna shoved Sela back up straight and went to hit her with a forearm. The Underground Queen blocked with her own arm then raked Jonna in the eyes before spinning around just in time to see Damon Cross coming out of the corner with a Superkick--NO!! HE HIT AUSTIN!!

Nick Hanson: OH NO!!! BIG SUPERKICK TO JONNA AUSTIN!! HE MISSED SELA!!!

Jim Reynolds THAT UNGRATEFUL BASTARD!!

Sela just barely managed to drop out of the way causing Cross’ kick to nail Jonna right in the face, sending her down. Sela went to grab Cross then but the Redeemer reversed it and tossed her through the ropes. He turned just in time to see Abigail Lindsey getting back up in the corner and moving along the ropes where he ran into clothesline her over the top. Outside, Sela and Abigail reconvened as Damon Cross watched them make their way to the stage while Sierra Silver was ushered to take her leave by the referee. It was then that Damon Cross stepped back from the ropes, turned around and--

Nick Hanson: WAIT A MINUTE!! AUSTIN WITH THAT CHAIR!!!



Jim Reynolds BOOM SHAKA LAKA!!!!

Jonna Austin struck Damon Cross right over the head with the steel chair, dropping him to the mat where the #1 Contender stood over him, shouting and cursing audibly with a middle finger aimed right at him.

Jim Reynolds Yeah, you tell ‘em, Jonna!

Nick Hanson: Now, wait a minute! I don’t think that Superkick by Cross was meant for Austin! That had to be a misunderstanding!

Jim Reynolds My ass it was a misunderstanding! Damon Cross and his ilk villainize The Kingdom even when they try to do good things, even if it’s for them!!!!

Salacious Intent, meanwhile, stood back up on the stage, smiling and laughing at the results of their actions. It was Jonna Austin, however, whose music played as she threw the chair down beside Damon Cross and just stood there, fuming.

We come back from a commercial break outside a local Japanese grocery market in downtown Chicago. Random citizens pass by on camera. A car pulls out of the parking lot.

Jim Reynolds: The hell is this, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: Ya got me, partner! I recognize the shop, though. I pass by it every-- oh hey!

Jim Reynolds: Heeey! Yukiko Kusanagi!

Nick Hanson: We know from General Manager Luthor Callaway, she has been banned from the Collision Center this week. Her and Jansen Myrrh.

Jim Reynolds: Guess, may as well get some shopping done, huh?

Nick Hanson: Hey, why not?

Sure enough, as the view switches to another camera inside the store, the glass door opens, ringing the bell up top and none other than Yukiko Kusanagi, walks inside. Her mouth and nose are covered by a black medical mask and, in a rare instance, she’s seen in regular street clothes. An open button up shirt over a simple white t-shirt and black capris with her Converse sneakers.. At the sound of the bell, the clerk at the front counter cheerfully greets Yukiko as a customer.

Clerk: Irasshaimase!

Yukiko Kusanagi: Konbanwa!

Yukiko greets back, surprisingly friendly compared to how we’re used to seeing her.

Clerk: Nanika o mitsukeru no ni tasuke ga hitsuyōdesu ka?

Yukiko Kusanagi: Īe, daijōbudesu. Arigatōgozaimashita!

The camera moves backwards, staying with Yukiko as she picks up a hand basket and moves down an aisle. She brings her hand up, searching quietly before she finds what she’s looking for. A couple bags of shrimp fries go into her basket. She moves down the aisle and adds some microwave ramen bowls. She starts to round the corner and head down another aisle when the bell on the door can be heard ringing again.

Clerk: Irasshaimase!

Voice: What’s up?

Yukiko stops in her tracks and lifts her head. Her eyebrows furrow as she looks in the general direction of the front of the store.

Clerk: Help you find something?

There’s no answer from the voice that seems to have Yukiko on sudden high alert. She sets her basket down and moves quietly yet quickly to the end of the aisle. The camera moves with Yukiko and peers around the corner where she spots the clerk going about her duties. Yukiko starts moving again, checking down each aisle for....something? Someone? She stops when she sees a curly haired redhead in all black - tank top, yoga pants and sneakers, moving down an aisle away from her.

Jim Reynolds: Hey wait, is that…?!

Nick Hanson: It can’t be! What are the chances?!

It’s obvious that the commentary and Yukiko are of the same mindframe, thinking that Jansen Myrrh has come looking for her in the market. Yukiko stealthily sneaks up behind Myrrh. She reaches out and grabs a handful of that red hair, spinning the woman around and cocks back a fist. Yukiko starts to let out a war cry before the woman she’s seized shrieks out in horror. The woman raises her hands up in submission--

Woman: Please!! Don’t hurt me!

--and Yukiko stops. It’s not who she thought it was. In fact, it’s nobody that anyone recognizes unless the woman happens to have a friend in the arena audience or watching at home on TV. Yukiko lets the woman scurry away, shaking her head. Maybe she’s losing her mind. That is until the camera slowly starts to pan around from behind to come in front of Yukiko and all of a sudden--

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHH!!!

Nick Hanson: UH-OH!!!!

Jim Reynolds: BEHIND YOU!!

--Jansen Myrrh is standing behind Yukiko: fiery red hair, streaked with blonde, hanging around her head in a wild mane. Black boots, cargo pants and a merch line “That Bitch” t-shirt with the sleeves cut off. She’s standing behind Yukiko and is fucking seething!!! Yukiko must have some kind of sixth sense because she straightens her posture and her eyes slowly close. She slowly rolls her neck before lowering her head--

Yukiko Kusanagi: KYAAAAAGH!!!!

--and spins around, cocking back her fist for a shot!! Jansen Myrrh blocks with a forearm and just fucking stiffs the shit out Kusanagi with a tight fist to the jaw. Yukiko stumbles backwards and Ms. Myrrhder’s all over the Demolition Angel! Wild shot after wild shot. The clerk hears the commotion from up front and can be seen appearing in the background at the end of the aisle. She yells for the two to stop in a mix of English and Japanese but Yukiko and Jansen are throwing violent shots back and forth!!

Nick Hanson: You gotta be kidding me!!!! This is out of control between these two!

Jim Reynolds: They’ve been banned from the arena after last week!

Nick Hanson: Because of crap like this!!! This is getting worse and worse!!!

Jansen Myrrh and Yukiko Kusanagi are...well...they’re beating the absolute shit out of each other! No other way to put it! Jansen gets the upper hand on Yukiko and just starts slamming her head against one of the glass doors of the freezer section. Over and over until the impact causes a little spiderweb crack! She lets go of Yukiko, steps back and lets out a scream of rage as she comes in for a big superkick!!

Nick Hanson: Jesus Christ!!! NO!!!


Yukiko stumbles out of the way and Jansen’s combat boot goes crashing through the glass of the door where her head was just a second ago. Yukiko yanks open another glass door and grabs something. A glass bottle of strawberry ramune!!


Jim Reynolds: HOLY SHIT!!!

Yukiko whacks Jansen over the head with the thick sturdy glass. It’s density prevents it from shattering so it’s like a mini bludgeon that sends Jansen staggering back, covering up to protect herself from repeated wild shots from Yukiko and the soda bottle! Jansen manages to get under a swing and catches Yukiko in the eye with a thumb, then just grabs her and whips her like they’re inside a ring; They’re not in a ring, however. They’re in a damn grocery store so Yukiko winds up crashing into one of the aisles of dried goods! She slumps to the floor as Jansen storms over. At this point, they’ve foughten around to where Yukiko set her basket down. Jansen reaches in for something.

Jansen Myrrh: Oh, what have we got here? What are these?

It’s one of the bags of shrimp fries Yukiko picked out. Jansen looks at the label.

Jansen Myrrh: What are these, chips? Huh? You want some fucking chips?

She rips the bag open and takes a little pinch out, testing it for herself. Jansen shrugs at the camera with eyebrows raised.

Jansen Myrrh: Not too bad! Here, have your chips, bitch! Itadaki-fucking-masu!

Ms Myrrhder pours the entire bag of shrimp fries out over Yukiko’s head. Yukiko waves her arms, trying to shield herself from a downpour that’s more annoying than anything. Jansen discards the empty bag and starts putting the boots to her again.

Jansen Myrrh: I told you! You! Were fucking! Dead! Mother! Fucker!

Jansen just keeps on putting the boots to Yukiko with each word until the clerk comes running down the aisle and stops halfway, keeping a safe distance.

Clerk: Stop now! I called the police!

Jansen stops her assault and steps back, panting heavily. She runs a hand down her face, looking just about satisfied with what she’s done. She looks to the clerk and throws her arms out to the sides.

Jansen Myrrh: Call the fucking police!! Tell them to come pick this SHIT UP!!

As she finishes, she turns and just kicks Yukiko in the ribs with everything she’s got. Finally, Jansen stops and pulls out her phone. Whatever she sees makes her smile with wicked amusement.

Jansen Myrrh: Told you I had some shit to handle Kwon.

She says aloud to herself as she tucks her phone away and starts retreating towards the front of the store.

Jansen Myrrh: Adios, motherfucker!!

Jansen yells back to Kusanagi as she goes running out of the store. Yukiko hugs her ribs with both arms, fighting to get her breath back. She makes it up onto her knees, heaving for breath.

Nick Hanson: Jim! Jansen Myrrh and Yukiko Kusanagi just destroyed someone’s property!

Jim Reynolds: This is NOT gonna be good, Nicky!

Yukiko Kusanagi: J….Ja….JANSEEEEEENNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!

Yukiko finds her breath and screams bloody, rage fueled murder!! She looks up and around with the eyes of a devil as she pushes up to her feet and goes stumbling towards the front of the store and out the front door! The clerk stands there, jaw agape, hands out at her sides as she looks around at destruction caused in the grocery shop. We can hear the sound of police sirens approaching as the shot cuts back to the arena.
We cut backstage to the locker room belonging to The Crusade as we see Sylvia Lopez pacing back and forth with a huge grin on her face as she claps her hands repeatedly.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia wants the shiny! Sylvia wants the shiny! SYLVIA WANTS THE SHINY!!!

Ronnie Lester can’t help but smile at what he sees before him.

Ronnie Lester: I love it when Timber’s all excited like!

As the two are talking, a pink-haired woman appears and wraps an arm around Ronnie.

Una: Hey, I made it. Thanks for the pass by the way. Good luck tonight, guys.

Lopez stares at Una and then looks over to her tag team partner.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia didn’t know you invited Una!

The Bellevue Banshee gets closer to the woman as if she’s analysing her.

Sylvia Lopez: Cute! Although Sylvia is not sure about the pink hair!

Ronnie starts to frown.

Ronnie Lester: What’s wrong with the…

Trailing off, he suddenly nods as if a memory has hit him in the face. Una cocks her head in confusion.

Ronnie Lester: Oh, right, we don’t talk about that.

Una: If it helps, I'm just me?

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia is okay with this! If Ronnie likes you and trusts you… Sylvia accepts that!

Una nods her approval.

Una: I'd like to think he does. I do enjoy being around him. And you, Sylvia, I enjoy your liveliness.

Lopez then turns to Lester again.

Sylvia Lopez: Are you ready to get the shiny’s?! Sylvia can’t wait to play and take the shiny’s!

Ronnie almost starts laughing.

Ronnie Lester: I don’t know, that one’s a big boy… y’all think Timber’s ready for him?

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia is always ready! Remember! Sylvia forced a man twice her size to run away from her because Sylvia scared him so badly! It was funny! Sylvia laughed for a long time afterwards!

Ronnie nods, laughing all over again. Una joins him, totally embracing Sylvia's insanity.

Ronnie Lester: Yeah, that was pretty damn funny!

Lopez giggles and claps her hands again.

Sylvia Lopez: It wasn’t as funny as when Sylvia kicked Shields in the balls though! Sylvia didn’t know she could laugh that much when that happened!

Ronnie shakes his head.

Ronnie Lester: That big ol boy sees you comin, sees them eyes and goes “Oh HELL naw!” and hauls ass and then… hell, I didn't know Timber could actually do that to somebody with one kick but if anybody deserves to get his balls in a twist, it’s Shields.

Lopez grins widely, showing off her pearly white teeth as she hops up onto the couch behind them.

Sylvia Lopez: And now it’s time for Sylvia and Ronnie to get the shiny’s!

The Bellevue Banshee then jumps onto Lester’s back so he’s giving her a piggyback as she points off camera.

Sylvia Lopez: DEUS LO VULT!!!

Ronnie Lester: Deus Lo Vult!

Lester then begins to make his way out of the locker room as Lopez waves vigorously at Una before disappearing off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Backstage we find Marilyn Matthews at catering grabbing a snack. She turns and sees the camera. She waves it over setting her small snack plate down.

Marilyn Matthews: You know, I wasn’t too fuckin happy about what happened last week. Crystal what’s her name got out of her deserved ass whuppin. So, I got a little idea for that.

Marilyn smirked.

Marilyn Matthews: You see, I want to make sure she gets what she deserves. Not just because I don’t like her. But because of how shitty she has treated a devoted wife. That alone is enough reason for me to do what I’ve been doing. Hell, honestly, it’s why I don’t fucking like you. You treat Selina like shit and you flip flop over every little thing. Fuck, I can’t tell on a daily basis if you and Eavan are friends or enemies. You two change between like most people change underwear.

She chuckles at her own joke.

Marilyn Matthews: You seem to be able to weasel your way outta what you deserve. To luck out into winning things you don’t deserve. So I have a solution for that. You and Me again at Cruel Summer two. But so you can sneak a win or weasel out of what you deserve we are gonna have a stipulation.

Marilyn rubs her hands together.

Marilyn Matthews: So, you want to try your hand at the greatest champion NFW has ever seen? A former World Champion that is leaps and bounds better than you? Fine. Cruel Summer is a fitting name. You want to test your mettle? Do you think you can handle NFW’s Blood Countess? I hope you do. Because we are going to have what I have coined a Traitor’s Gate Match.

A sinister smirk showed up on Marilyn’s face.

Marilyn Matthews: The rules are simple. You want to pin me or make me submit? You have to make me bleed. The same goes for me to you. I WANT that pound of flesh from you. You want to be a burning rose, Crystal? Well, blood will quench any flame. And you will bleed.

Marilyn grinned and winked. She then turned, picked up her food, and calmly walked away.

The Crusade v. The Brothers Drake ©

The Crusade is able to take an early advantage on Torian. They make quick tags and work like a well-oiled machine to try and wear him down. Sylvia gives him the Finger Break multiple times and then takes over with the Lunatic Combination. Torian grabs the ropes and Ronie tags in. Sylvia backs off and Ronnie comes off the top for the Scarlet Letter.

TWO!

TORIAN KICKS OUT!

The Crusade continues to work quick tags until Torian manages to move out of the way out of a Ronnie swanton attempt. Torian cradles him.

TWO!

RONNIE KICKS OUT!

Torian tries to make the tag but Sylvia tags in first and cuts him off. The Crusade continues to work him over with Sylvia trying a kick and then tagging Ronnie. He takes an O’Connor roll.

TWO!

TORIAN KICKS OUT!

Ronnie tries to cradle Torian but he executes a standing switch and then hits a bridging German suplex on Ronnie.

TWO!

RONNIE KICKS OUT!

Ronnie tags in Sylvia and Torian makes the tag to Dylan. Dylan comes in and runs roughshod over the Crusade, throwing both of them around like rag dolls. As he goes for a big powerbomb on Sylvia, she makes the tag to Ronnie. Ronnie hits a slingshot sunset flip.

TWO!

DYLAN KICKS OUT!

Torian comes in and all four go at it. Torian and Sylvia end up out on the floor and Dylan gets Ronnie for Motivation.

TWO!

Sylvia dives in but just barely too late!

~ Ding Ding Ding ~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners and STILL NFW Tag Team Champions...Dylan and Torian...THE BROTHERS...DRAKE!!!!

Nick Hanson: And The Brothers Drake will go into Cruel Summer 2, defending against the Queen’s Guard!

Jim Reynolds: Good! Time for the Kingdom to win the tiebreaker against these fucks! Keep those tag belts warm for the girls...chumps!

Nick Hanson: Classy as always. We’ll see that match in just a couple weeks at Cruel Summer 2, folks, but before that, we’ll see you next week for more Collision!! For Jim Reynolds, I’m Nick hanson! So long and goodnight!