NFW Collision #108! 08/17/2021!

Nick Hanson: Hello, good evening and welcome, ladies and gentlemen to NFW Collision! This is our Go Home before Cruel Summer II in Miami, Florida, next week!

Jim Reynolds: You’re not gonna make another heat or temperature reference are you?

Nick Hanson: No, we’re gonna get right into the action, Jim! Folks, I’m Nick Hanson, joined by Jim Reynolds here beside me, and Collision starts NOW!

Jim Reynolds: Bitches!

Nick Hanson: Was that necessary?

Jim Reynolds: Wasn’t it?
Rayola is entering the building for Collision that night. She has all her stuff with her despite not being scheduled to compete. The door has just closed behind her and she's turned down her first corridor when Kai Morgan calls out from behind her.

Kai Morgan: HEY! HEY! RAYOLA! BEST FRIEND! HEY!

Rayola pauses and draws in a deep breath managing a smile to Kai as he walks up. She barely moves her jaw as she talks, trying to maintain the smile.

Rayola Davine: Hi there, Kai. What can I do for you?

Kai Morgan: Listen, I thought A LOT about what went down last week, and I know that things didn’t quite turn out as planned. I realized that if we want this best friendship we’ve got to work, we have to learn to accept each other for our flaws and mistakes! So after, a whole lotta soul searching I just wanted to say...that I forgive you for blowing your match with Moe Renhuan last week!

And just like that, Rayola is no longer smiling.

Rayola Davine: I blew the match?! Excuse me, who stuck their grubby nose in where it didn't belong and got the both of us disqualified so that I would look like I blew the match?!

Kai Morgan: Ok, ok, ok, ok, look, look, look! We could go around passing the buck to one other for hours...but that’s not what best friendship is about, right? Look, it’s very clear that if our friendship is gonna survive this tag team match, we're gonna have to get on the same page! We’ve gotta get completely in sync! We gotta be a UNIT! So, I brought along someone who could help us both with that!

Kai looks off-screen and reaches for someone! He suddenly snatches a much shorter balding man in a lab coat out from off-screen!

Kai Morgan: BFF...I’d like you to meet, Dr. Mantis Toboggan!!

Rayola sighs and rolls her eyes as the scene fades out.
Backstage, Malaya was looking over security footage of Danielle and Bianca attacking her from behind and scowling upon watching it with Cassie.

Malaya Diyosa "Why... I was always nice to them. Why would they do that?"

She asked Cassie, curious as to what she did wrong to become a target of the Socialites. Cassie holds Malaya’s hand, to comfort her.

Cassie Mason: “You did nothing wrong. Women like them are entitled, spoiled, party poopers who believe what family they were born into give them the right to stomp on whoever they want...

Cassie lowers her head. With regret written on her face she says...

Cassie Mason: I should know...

As she heard that, she remembered that once upon a time Cassie was in a similar clique as the socialites. Not to mention, Vanessa had always been nice to her as well. She would wrap an arm around Cassie, hugging her and warmly smiling.

Malaya Diyosa "There's no way you could have been that petty, Cassie... We'll get them back, together."

She said with a warm smile to her best friend and manager. Cassie melts in Malaya’s embrace for a little bit. Both women release the hug. Cassie looks warmly into Malaya’s eyes.

Cassie Mason: “Together.

Cassie cracks a smile, as Malaya smirked with her reply.

Malaya Diyosa "Let's get out there and show those two we're not some doormats for them to walk all over."

She said with an eager smile, as Malaya was excited to fight Bianca and get payback for the ambush.
The scene cuts in on Casey Holliday who is ready to compete in her match against Keiji, but at the same time is going through some thoughts at the moment. A part of her is feeling some guilt that she is clearly expressing on her face considering some of her comments that she’s made. There is some definite remorse that she is carrying with her as she begins to express her thoughts in the locker room.

Casey Holliday: I finally have a match tonight and even though it’s an opening match and I don’t have the most positive feelings about them, it’s still better than being on the sidelines, so I have to look at it like that. I can’t say I know everything about Keiji Sugiwara or what he’s about, but at least this gives me the opportunity to get back on that horse and to further prove that I belong in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament. I admit that the way that I’ve been acting lately has been far from the best attitude. Frustration is going to do that to you without a shadow of a doubt. But the one thing that I am not going to be is a victim. At least, not anymore. You see, I’ll be honest. The last match that I had prior to tonight? Against the Ringmaster? That got to me. I went into that match feeling like I had some momentum at last and that things were at least going to start getting easier in NFW for me. And then that match happened. The fact that I fucking lost to him got me, but even more the fact that I was pretty much robbed of that match. The Ringmaster only won that match because he had some outside assistance and when I realized what happened? As much as I hate to admit it? There was a part of me that was ready to give up.

There was a part of me that probably DID give up based on the way I’ve been acting lately. I’m almost positive that I was basically at my ‘I’m done’ point. The way I’ve been acting? That’s generally not who I am. It’s been a rough go of things for me this year and I know that when that match happened, I was basically at rock bottom at that point. It sucks. Rock bottom is a horrible feeling. It’s a feeling that makes you think that absolutely nothing can go right. It’s one of the worst feelings that you can have as a professional wrestler.

I had a hell of a conversation with someone that’s always been there for me to set me straight and she asked me something that never crossed my mind: “Why should you let him have power over you, Casey?”

And that’s one hell of a question.

Why the hell should I let what happened with the Ringmaster affect me so damn much? Why should HE have all the power over me? Why does what happened in that encounter have to be the end all be all of things? Why the hell do I have to let him win?

I won’t.

Because here’s something that I am going to say to the Ringmaster right now. I’m not letting that slide. I’m not letting you have power over me. There's no way in hell I am going to leave it like that I’m not going to let someone like YOU be the reason that my confidence was broken for another second longer, do you understand that? I don’t give a FUCK about what the result of that match said, I know deep down that I AM better than you are. I KNOW that without the shenanigans, I can beat you on any given night! You’re no REAL man, Mr. Circus Freak! That’s right! I’m calling you out! I want you to watch what I do tonight. I want you to see me wrestle against Sugiwara and I want you to watch me beat him and then? After I beat him? I’m coming for you! I’m coming for my revenge! I’m coming to get my victory back and I don’t give a damn about what it’s going to take to do so, I’m pulling myself out of rock bottom and I’m going to defeat you and show this company exactly what I am capable of. You got that?

So what do you have to say to THAT, “RINGMASTER”!?!?!

Casey has a look of determination in her eyes that hasn’t been seen in sometime. She takes a deep breath and leaves the locker room as the scene fades to black.

Casey Holliday v. Keiji Sugiwara

Casey Holliday and Keiji Sugiwara were in the ring, getting checked over by the referee to make sure that neither had anything they shouldn’t have. When the once-over was done, and after making sure both competitors were ready to go, the bell sounded for the match to start. Keiji was quick and caught Casey with a clothesline, catching her a little off guard and sending her down to the mat. She was quick to return to her feet, and Casey hit Keiji with a standing dropkick, sending him stumbling back some. She charged him and nailed him with a spear, sending him to the mat. As Keiji began getting to his feet, Casey grabbed and tossed him roughly into the turnbuckle. She ran towards him, looking to hit a monkey flip, but Keiji saw her coming and rolled out of the way. Casey was able to stop herself before she slammed into them front first. As she turned out, Casey was met with a grinning Keiji who had his thumb against his nose and was waving his fingers at her. You could see Casey’s face turn a little red at the mocking gesture, and she reacted with a swift punch to the right side of his jaw, stunning him. After moving his jaw around for a second, Keiji immediately went for a DDT, but Casey caught him off guard by going for a swift kick to the abdomen at the same time. He caught her leg before she could connect the kick, but she was able to counter with an enziguri, and the sound of her foot connecting with his head echoing in the arena for a few moments. When he hit the mat, Casey took advantage of Keiji being down, and she took a very quick breather though it didn’t last long as her opponent got back to his feet on his own. Upon seeing him up, she went for another kick to his abdomen, this time her foot connecting with the intended target. When he was doubled over, she swiftly wrapped her arm around his neck and hit him with Stock Plunge! The woman instantly covered her opponent, not wasting a moment in doing so, and the referee slid to the mat for the pin count.

1....

2....

3....!!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner by pinfall...Casey Holliday!!

Nick Hanson: Holliday picks up the victory here in this opening contest!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, sure, good for her.

Nick Hanson: You know, you could show a little more--whoa, wait, what?

Nick was cut off as the lights dropped down, leaving the arena in pitch black. The tron screen came to life with a black and red hypnotic circle and a slow eerie tune that sounded like it was coming from a broken music box. A moment later, a familiar woman’s voice could be heard giggling throughout the arena.

Ringmistress: Hahahaha...Chaos CHAOS!!!!!

A couple seconds later, the music stopped, the screen shut off before turning to the live coverage in the ring and the lights came back on, showing a perplexed Casey Holliday. The woman stood in the ring, suspiciously watching the screen and stage as she approached the ropes to finally leave the ring.

Jim Reynolds: What the hell wa--ya know what? No. I don’t wanna know! I do not wanna fucking know!

Nick Hanson: I think we already do, Jim.

“Classy” Bianca Page is in her wrestling gear and stretching in her locker room when Vanessa Page walks in.

Vanessa Page: I know it was you.

"Classy" Bianca Page: Hello there, stranger. Do we know each other?

Vanessa Page: Don’t play like that, B. I am trying to actually have a conversation with you.

"Classy" Bianca Page: You mean the conversations that Danielle and I have been trying to have with you for the last couple weeks but I guess you were too busy for your own sisters. Your own flesh and blood.

Vanessa Page: I apologize for not being more accessible to you. We are sisters and I love you. That’s why I flew here to Chicago to see you and Danielle in person. Malaya isn’t a bad person once you get to know her but you never gave her the opportunity.

"Classy" Bianca Page: Don’t try to turn this around on me, little sis.

Vanessa Page: I am not trying to turn things around on you.

"Classy" Bianca Page: If that is the case why don’t you come out to the ring with me tonight to see what kind of person Malaya really is.

Vanessa Page nods her head in agreement.
We come backstage and find none other than Milisandre Crowthorne pacing back and forth. She is dressed for her match tonight, including her entrance coat. But she doesn’t have the hood up. Instead she is biting her nails looking around.

Josh Davidson: Mrs. Crowthorne?

Josh had walked up behind Milisandre and her reaction was one both expected and unexpected. She jumped and yelped.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Josh! Don’t do that!

Josh Davidson: Oh, um, I’m sorry! Didn’t mean to be late. I was talking to Mr. Calloway. Are you ready for your interview?

Milisandre nods and turns to fully face him.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Uh, like, sure? We are supposed to do one. So, like, let’s get it over with.

Josh nods and pulls out some cue cards. He gets a microphone from a crew member.

Josh Davidson: Well, first off, I’m pretty sure people are curious as to why you have aligned yourself with Salacious Intent.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Oh, well, like, Sela and Abi are pretty chill. And, like, we totally get along. We also have a lot in common when it comes to in ring stuff. So, like, it just made sense. I guess.

Milisandre shrugs and starts to bite her thumbnail. Josh looks a bit confused but continues with his questions.

Josh Davidson: Last week you came out and answered Morgan Payne’s challenge. Well, it appears that’s what has happened.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Yeah. You know, like, I don’t have anything against Morgan. I actually consider her a friend. Most of the Kingdom are, really. But, like, why can’t a friend challenge another to a match? Morgan, like, said anyone could come down. So, like, there I was and now, like, here we are.

Milisandre shrugs as if that was that.

Josh Davidson: You’re right. Here we are tonight. You facing Morgan Payne in a non-title match. If you win, next week you get to challenge for the Silver Mountain title. Which will be your first title match since your return. Thoughts?

Milisandre shrugs again. She shakes her head, as if trying to clear something away. Her hands reach up and pull the hood of her coat up. Her posture and demeanor changes as she does. With the hood up all that is visible is her mouth and chin. A smirk curls her lips.

Milisandre Crowthorne: It is long overdue. Tonight I go out and face Morgan and earn my shot. Then next week I take the Silver Mountain and pull it down to the depths. You might sit at the top of the mountain, now, Morgan. Soon the waters shall rise and claim your spot. You could climb, but can you swim?

Milisandre chuckles menacingly. Josh looks visibly shaken. Milisandre slowly turns and walks out of frame.
Collision returns to the backstage area rather than the ring, and the World Heavyweight Champion is shown front and center. Damon Cross, the Redeemer, stands before a monitor in the locker room, arms folded and eyes locked upon the screen. Whatever the champ is watching has him looking rather stern at the moment, his dark eyes almost cold rather than the warm, jovial light they often carry these days.

The camera pans around a bit after a moment, and what’s playing out is the end of Damon’s match from Collision #107 against Sierra Silver. The young lady gave him quite a fight, something for which Damon is pleased. The goings-on post-bell, though… what with Salacious Intent running in for the sneak attack and fermenting strife between himself and his Cruel Summer opponent, Jonna Austin? That’s enough to bring a scowl to the champion’s face. An ill-placed superkick blasts Jonna in the chin, and no sooner does Damon clear the ring than does the challenger blast him with a chair. While an understanding was reached on social media, well… Damon still looks irked.

Nick Hanson: I’m not sure this is the best idea. Damon has to team with Jonna tonight against Salacious Intent. Why revisit what went down last time and stir that mental pot?

Jim Reynolds: Never said he was smart, Nicky. But I think I get it: Damon’s realizing who he’s up against and who they team up with on occasion. If another sneak attack comes, he wants to be ready.

Nick Hanson: Okay, first of all, that is a smart move on his part if it were true, making your comment unfounded. Secondly, Jonna gave her word that it would be just her and Damon at Cruel Summer.

Jim Reynolds: Oh, sure. Her, him and a chair. Always a third wheel. And don’t try using logic on me, Nicky. You know better.

Shaking his head a little, Damon happens to look up as Ami Fitzsimmons comes in, camera in tow and microphone in hand. He offers a smile to the young woman and, taking this an affirmative to the unspoken question, she questions the champion.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Mr. Cross-

Damon Cross: Damon, jeune femme. I have no desire to feel older than I already am.

He winks and Ami briefly flushes pink from the charm in every syllable before going on with her question.

Ami Fitzsimmons: -right, excuse me. Damon. Tonight you and your Cruel Summer opponent, Jonna Austin, will be tangling with Salacious Intent, Sela-Rica Lark and Abigail Lindsey, in tag team action. At #107, there was an altercation between you four and it seems like some miscommunication happened. Can you give us any insight into your mindset tonight?

Damon Cross: It’s pretty simple. Salacious Intent stuck their nose in my business and Jonna Austin decided to lend a hand. No problem there. Those two sorcières are slippery, though. A little divide-and-conquer and next thing you know, Jonna’s rubbing her chin and I’m taking steel to the spine. Sela-Rica and Abigail forgot something, though, in the midst of their fun.

Ami Fitzsimmons: And that would be?

Damon Cross: That I know how they operate. Sela and I go way back, Ami. All the way to HYBRID. And this is nothing new for her. She’s still dangerous, though. Perhaps more so with a partner aiding and abetting her. But that is also where they’re going to fall short tonight.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I don’t follow...

Smiling a bit, Damon gently tilts Ami’s chin up as she had lowered her eyes in thought, trying to figure out what he was getting it. Purposely oblique, perhaps. She blushes again when Damon directs her gently into looking at him before taking his finger away.

Damon Cross: Like I said, this is nothing new for her. Little has changed with Miss Lark. Me, on the other hand? I’m leagues above what I used to be last time the two of us danced. Three World Heavyweight Championships later, I’m no longer a man of darkness, but a Redeemer. I have burned and bled and learned from my mistakes to become stronger, to become the best in NFW. Sela and Abigail? They’re going to find out just how much trouble I can make in that ring tonight-

The champion trails off and we soon see why. Ami turns as well, the camera panning over to see Jonna Austin coming up, alone. She’s soon on the other side of Ami, locking the girl in between the champion and the challenger. Damon meets the eyes of Austin, hitching the title up on his shoulder a bit.

Damon Cross: Miss Austin.

Jonna Austin: Champ.

The two stare at one another with cold calm over Ami’s head, the young interviewer looking quite nervous the longer the silence goes on. Thankfully, Damon breaks it.

Damon Cross: Ready, then?

Jonna Austin: Always. We good?

That’s the $64,000 question, of course. Damon turns to glance at the title, then back into Jonna’s eyes, before cracking a smile.

Damon Cross: Of course.

He steps to the side, gesturing in a ‘ladies first’ sort of fashion. Jonna gives him an odd look, shrugs and moves on past him. Damon turns and nods politely, winking at Ami as he follows his partner.

Johnny Towers v. Jimmy Bones

This match got started off fairly quickly as Johnny Towers made his entrance, got inside the ring, walked right over to Jimmy Bones and punched him square in the face. The referee called for the starting bell when it became clear that Jimmy wasn’t shaken up too bad and was starting to throw shots back and forth with the London brawler. The referee began counting towards five but Johnny just grabbed Jimmy and tossed him out of the corner, towards the center. Jimmy got up to his feet, turned and Johnny came running in, barreling into him with a Running Clothesline. Never the one to stay down, Jimmy started to get back up and Johnny ran off the ropes, jumping into him with a Lou Thesz Press where he started raining down shots across Jimmy’s forehead. Johnny did this for longer than anyone else might have done so, to the point he was starting to yell and growl with each shot before getting up to his feet and screaming at the crowd. Starting to look rocked, Jimmy Bones shook his head to clear the stars as he started crawling over towards the ropes. Johnny walked back over and started putting the boots and forearms to him, before pressing Jimmy’s throat down against the ropes and pushing his knee against the back of his head, choking him. The referee immediately called for him to get off of his opponent. Johnny didn’t listen. The referee promptly began counting: 1! 2! 3! 4! 5! Still, nothing. Referee Hiroki Tanaka immediately called for the bell, ending the match. Only when the bell rang did Johnny Towers step away from Jimmy Bones to confront the referee while Roger Arden made the announcement.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, Referee Hiroki Tanaka has called for an end to this match as a result of illegal match conduct. Therefore, your winner, as a result of a disqualification...Jimmy...Bones!

Jim Reynolds: How about that! Jimmy Bones won himself his first match, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Well, not the way anyone wants to win, for sure! This guy, Johnny Towers, is out of control!

Johnny certainly was out of control as he argued with the referee to the point he shoved the man back on his ass. Tanaka got right back up and in Johnny’s face which just made the man smile with amusement as he backed off and rolled out of the ring. He wasn’t leaving though. Instead, he grabbed the microphone from Roger Arden and looked up in the ring at the referee.

Johnny Towers1 Oi! You wanna go on and disqualify me for something simple as that? I’ll give you a fucking example of what to disqualify a man for!

Johnny threw down the mic and went over to the timekeeper, shoving him out of his chair. He picked it up, closed it and rolled back into the ring.

Nick Hanson: Oh, c’mon. What’s he doing now? Look out, Jimmy! Get outta the damn ring---

But before Jimmy Bones knew what was happening as he got back to his feet, he turned around for Johnny Towers to smash the chair right across his head. Jimmy hit the mat as the crowd booed. Referee Tanaka went to pull the chair away from Johnny, only to get shoved back to the mat as Johnny stepped towards him, yelling “How’s that?! You want another fucking example?!” He turned back to where Jimmy Bones laid and opened up the chair, placing it around the man’s neck before climbing up onto the middle turnbuckle.

Nick Hanson: Oh my god, no! NO! Get him down from there! Anybody!

Jim Reynolds: I don’t think anybody’s coming, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Goddamn it, no!!!

Crowd1 OHHHHH!!!

The crowd exclaimed as Johnny jumped off the turnbuckle and STOMPED on the chair, sending Jimmy Bones into a fit of convulsions. Referee Tanaka made it over to remove the chair from his neck. Jimmy rolled over onto his side, let out one good gagging cough and a mouthful of blood spewed out onto the mat, drawing more boos from the crowd towards Johnny Towers. Johnny, meanwhile, looked rather pleased with himself as he finally got out of the ring, smearing some of Jimmy’s blood down his own face with a wild grin and a laugh. EMTs came rushing to the ring as Johnny made his exit.

Nick Hanson: What the hell is this guy’s problem?!

Jim Reynolds: God only knows, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Maybe, maybe not! I, myself, am certain of one thing: this guy is SICK!!!

In THE private locker room of THE Beautification Movement, TAURUS preps for the upcoming tag match with resistance band curls, and it appears Royal blue is the color of choice for tonight as TAURUS is in his trunks, while Juliana lays on a massage table in her somewhat skimpy attire. Grace Moretti sits handling a few business calls, clad in a gorgeous royal blue Vera Wang dress, perfectly form-fitting, low cut enough to show the simps what they would never have, but not low enough to give anything away for free. Cayla was busy with a Superdawg relaxing in one of the massage chairs, also clad in royal blue Vera Wang, though her dress had a bit more flow to it, as well as a high slit up the right leg.

TAURUS: Juli, that Bruiser, that’s the one Callaway sent after you to teach you a lesson or some nonsense? You want I teach her a lesson? Get a bit of payback?

Juliana Mendoza: Hmmm, that sounds wonderful TAURUS. If you could toss her around the ring a bit and then do that stalling suplex thing that Cayla loves, to her bitch partner, that would be wonderful.

Juliana gives him a little wave as she enjoys her massage, getting nice and loosened up before the match. As they were talking, Cayla was eating away at her meal, before commenting…

Cayla Phoenix: You know, Chicago may be a bit of a dump… but, they do make a good hotdog.

She said, taking a big bite as some relish falls to the floor, as Grace looks a bit revolted by it.

Grace Moretti: Cayla, can you please focus? Especially when you have the Vlad Blackheart Memorial tournament to run through.

Juliana Mendoza: I don’t know how you can eat those things anyway. Grace is right though. Clearly, we are not getting the Trios titles match that we so rightfully deserve, so it looks like after tonight you might be the one representing THE Beautification Movement here in NFW.

Cayla would nod, as her more placid and ditzier side was in control as she smiled a bit after putting her snack down.

Cayla Phoenix: Believe me, I'm excited for the tournament. I haven't been in one in years, and I'm determined to bring a well-earned win to my girls! They're gonna get a crash course in how skillful and downright violent we can get… I'm aching with anticipation!

She said with a bit of a psychotic and wild tone, as her bloodthirstier personality peeked out for a bit, which puts some concern for her sake.

Juliana Mendoza: I have no doubt about that sweetie. At least TAURUS will still be able to dominate Zion wrestling like he did Friday night at Bloodsport and will do again this Thursday night for a special edition of Fusion.

Juliana seems finished with her massage, standing and taking her robe, wrapping it around her before she grabs a bottle of Core water.

Juliana Mendoza: At least we get to beat those Gallus Mag bitches tonight. Bruiser and Psycho? I know those are nicknames but considering how ugly their real names are, those are actually the best I can use. That Psycho bitch still owes a smack to the face for what she did to my bestie during my debut. Those two… tonight whatever it takes, we are winning. Cayla, I don’t care if you have to flash that idiot El Alguacil, who should absolutely not be officiating this match. He is one of the reasons why we were completely screwed out of our trios titles. I hate to say it, but legal action may be required in the new future. We don’t just want or need a Trios title match… WE DE SERVE IT!.

Juliana stomps her heeled wrestling boot with every syllable and the crowd can be heard screaming back “NO YOU DON’T!” Juliana absolutely flips and tosses her water across the room.

Grace Moretti: Believe me, you'll conquer them both, as you well should. By hook or crook, those two will run the day they had ever crossed us.

She said as Cayla had commented with her mouth full.

Cayla Phoenix: Here, here!

TAURUS looked over at Cayla and chuckled a bit before he wiped a bit of sweat from his brow, slid on his robe, and grabbed a water for himself.

TAURUS: I got no doubts about tonight. Those two together weigh nearly fourteen kilos less than just me. No suplexes for them tonight. Juli does got a point about those Trios titles though.

Juliana Mendoza: Of course I am, but it appears management has decided to once again give us the shaft while still using our star power to draw in the ratings and ad revenue. They know that whether it is one or all, THE Beautification Movement will always be out there with each other. So tonight we will give them the gift of seeing the World Premiere of Majestuosa Muscle and those Gallus Slags will get what they have coming.

Grace would let out a sly smile, rallying her troops, as she neared Juliana and Taurus.

Grace Moretti: They may love to get down and dirty, fighting like barbarians. However, you both are capable of beating them at their own game. I expect results out there, and I know you can deliver…

She said, as Grace would begin to exit the room, leading Taurus and Juliana out to battle, as the camera would fade to black.
The scene comes up with Kai, Rayola and Dr. Toboggan. Rayola is unsatisfied with whatever they are talking about, but Kai seems to be with it.

Dr. Toboggan: In order for two people to work together they have to both be willing to admit their faults.

Rayola Davine: I don't think that's part of his truths.

Kai Morgan: HEY! You have no idea what’s in my book! Don’t yo---

Toboggan hushes Kai, who promptly calms down.

Dr. Toboggan: Rayola, we aren't here to be passive aggressive. Now maybe what you two need is to try something together.

Rayola Davine: What?

Dr. Toboggan: Yes, both of you before the night is out. Do two things together, one that both of you like each and work together to do them both.

Kai Morgan: Yeah...yeah, yeah I can do that! Let’s do that! I wanna go fir--

Toboggan gives Kai a bit of a side eye, seemingly telling him to calm down.

Kai Morgan: ..actually...how about you go first, BFF? What would you like to do?
The camera opens upon the members of Gallus Mag, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, sitting on their respective Harley-Davidson motorcycles, Psycho on her 2014 Harley Dyna Low Rider and Bruiser on her Harley Sportster 1200.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, so we bae facin’ th’ Great Value version o’ th’ Beautification Movement in Majestuosa Muscle…

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Ya mean Mr. Muscles and Tits McGee?

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, excapt Tits McGee bae one o’ their friends. It’s bae almost funny tha it doesnay matter which version we bae lookin’ at, it’s always about Juliana Mendoza actin’ like th’ Pretty Committee but wit less….

She pauses and then shrugs as she searches for the proper description.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Bein’ jess gammy, banjaxed gowls?

Bruiser folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest and nods.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Sounds about right, aye. And lemme guess? Ya’ll are gonna say neither o’ us are gonna amount to anythin’ here in NFW coz we ain’t what ya’ll consider to be good lookin’? Well save that fuckin’ shite coz we’ve already heard it! That we’re nothin’ but a bunch o’ ugly, greasy biker chicks!

Psycho frowns.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: That’s supposed tae bae insulin’?

Bruiser shrugs.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: A lotta people we end up facin’ seem to think it is… pointin’ out the fuckin’ obvious. Yet they don’t seem to fuckin’ understand that what they may consider beautiful… others don’t feel the same way. Take me for example. What the fuck do I find beautiful?

The older Maguire looks over to her wife and points to her.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Well her for starts! Then o’ course there’s our son, RJ…

She looks down at her bike and strokes her hand over it.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: What I’m sittin’ on right now is a fuckin’ beautiful thin’ too!

Psycho nods.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tha it is! It’s jess sad when ya see talented paeple like Juliana and Cayla and their old partner who dinna bae naedin’ tae bae lenin’ on their looks as much as they do an’ do it fer th’ feck o’ it… gammy feckin’ bastards…

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Not only that, but ya’ll also underestimate what we can fuckin’ do in that rin’ as well. Aye, neither o’ us may have won any titles here yet… but we’ve stepped up to some o’ the toughest bastards… and bitches… on this brand and we’ve taken it to ‘em! Wherever we fuckin’ go… we make an impact!

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ we’ll nay bae startin tae back off wit th’ likes o’ ye!

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye! Ya see… ya’ll might have the braun… but ya’ll are lookin’ at a tag team with both braun and brains! I mean, Hell… Sorsh here?! She’s fuckin’ knocked out guys three times her fuckin’ size with her kicks! So ya’ll won’t be a problem, big fella!

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ Bex? She bae lovin’ it when she bae gettin’ tae make someone tha wants everybody tae bae a Porno Barbie doll come tae life choke on their words!

Bruiser nods again as she lifts her hood up over her head.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: So the time for talkin’ is over with… coz Gallus Mag are ready for a fuckin’ fight!

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Hell bae empty…

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And the Maidens are here!

Bruiser lifts the face mask up over her nose and mouth as the two Shieldmaidens climb off their bikes and disappear off camera as we cut elsewhere.

Gallus Mag v. Majestuosa Muscle

The marching orders were in for TAURUS as he rushed Bruiser and Psycho, squashing them in the corner the second he heard the bell. Bruiser was hoisted up first and dropped with a vicious powerslam before Psycho was lifted and driven down with a sidewalk slam. El Alguacil was quick to step in and check on both women, but they shoved him back fairly quickly. TAURUS hit the ropes and ran into the ribs of Bruiser with a sliding knee, sending her to the outside. THE Big Bad Bull brought Psycho up to her feet with ease, then she’s snatched up into the suplex position. TAURUS holds the ferocious firecracker up with complete ease. TAURUS drops his arm, and flexes, then turns towards Cayla Phoenix on the outside, getting payback for his stablemate from months back because of course THE Beautification Movement holds a grudge. Bruiser is furious on the apron as TAURUS holds her wife in the air for a good thirty seconds before slamming her down to the mat. TAURUS makes the confident cover, hooks the leg.

TWO...

THR- KICK OUT

TAURUS leaps up off the mat and grabs El Alguacil by the collar, backing him up into the corner screaming at him to count bloody right. Psycho manages to roll over to her corner and tags in Bruiser and charges in with a running knee to the back of TAURUS. The big man releases El Alguacil and turns into a big European uppercut, then a leaping headbutt that rocks him. Bruiser then looks for a German suplex, but that’s where her offense stops. TAURUS levels Bruiser with a back elbow then follows with a picture-perfect dropkick. TAURUS takes a little bit of time to gloat, flexing as THE Beautification Muscle looks to be in full control. TAURUS brings Bruiser up and looks to show off his Raw Power, but Bruiser shocks him with a hurricanrana counter that sends him flying into the ring post, luckily in the corner of Majestuosa Muscle. Juliana tags herself in, springboards up, and looks for the Mendoza Missile but Bruiser takes her out of mid-air with the Freedom Punch. Bruiser quickly covers

TWO...

THR- KICK OUT

Juliana manages to kick out, luckily only having taken that one big move so far. Bruiser pulls Juliana up and hits her with an exploder suplex that sends her back towards the Gallus Mag corner. TAURUS is up on the outside and looks to get back in the ring, but he’s stopped by El Alguacil, telling him Juliana is legal. TAURUS’s insistence to get back in the ring allows Gallus Mag to take advantage and a big double suplex, followed by a double DDT. Bruiser made the cover, but the ref was still busy with TAURUS, which allowed Grace Moretti to pull Psycho off the apron as Juliana rakes the eyes of Bruiser and hits a swinging neckbreaker. Juliana pulls Bruiser up by her hair and whips her into the corner. Juliana follows with a corner backflip kick, then she tags the big man back in. TAURUS is in, pulls Bruiser out of the corner, and hits a sidewalk slam as Juliana delivers a middle rope leg drop. Juliana tells him not to pin yet, she wants some more damage. Juliana tags herself back in and they again show some teamwork as he hits a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker and right as Bruiser lands across his knee, Juliana is there with a springboard knee drop. Juliana tags TAURUS in, then tags herself right back in as she blows Grace Moretti a kiss and goes up to the top rope. TAURUS positions Bruiser as Psycho watches on and they deliver the Moretti Driver. TAURUS rolls to the outside as Juliana moves to make the cover

TWO...

THRE- BROKEN UP!

Psycho is quick to pull Bruiser over and make the tag as TAURUS again tries to come in and is stopped by El Alguacil. Psycho uses this to her advantage and hits a quick dropsault to Juliana, pops back up, and hits a quick elbow, chop, midsection knee, roundhouse combo that rocks Miss Majestuosa. Psycho looks to take a page out of her wife’s playbook with the German suplex, but Cayla Phoenix grabs her leg. Psycho kicks at Cayla and TAURUS becomes enraged, charging in and demolishing Psycho with a pounce that sends her flying into the corner. El Alguacil pushes TAURUS back to the corner and gives him a final warning, but that burst was enough to allow Julian to recover, and once again the big man is in. Juliana pats him on the shoulder and winks. He nods, pulls Psycho, and hits a swinging side slam, Juliana springboards up to the top rope as he rolls forward and tags her as she turns, hits the other side, and delivers a beautiful moonsault, right on to the knees of Psycho. Psycho rolls to the corner and tags in Bruiser. Gallus Mag delivers a double superkick to TAURUS as he goes to get into the ring. The big man is rocked and they fire off rapid chops, back and forth, as one hits the other is pulling back, it’s a constant barrage and some catch him high, then one catches him in the throat and as he’s gasping, Gallus Mag hits a modified Air Psycho to send him off the apron. Juliana is back up and manages to hit Psycho with a headscissors, but Bruiser is quick to deliver a running European uppercut and a fisherman’s suplex. El Alguacil finally has Psycho go back to the corner, right as Bruiser whips Juliana into that exact corner. Bruiser delivers a German suplex as Psycho hits a neckbreaker, bending the Lady of Lucha Libre in an unnatural way. Psycho covers and gets a 2.5 TAURUS is getting up on the outside, he snatches a bottle of water from a fan and chugs the whole thing as Psycho and Bruiser do a double tag. They pull Juliana up and Bruiser delivers a knee to the midsection before slinging her across the middle rope for the Maiden DDT. Psycho makes the cover

TWO...

THRE- BROKEN UP!

TAURUS is there to save the match and his partner. TAURUS drops an elbow on Psycho to break the cover, pops up, and hits Bruiser with a running corner splash as she goes to get in. TAURUS is out just before the five count, circles around, and grabs the tag rope. Juliana crawls over and makes the tag, then grabs El Alguacil and motions to her neck. Grace Moretti is right there to check on her as TAURUS hits Bruiser with the Nail Gun sending her flying off the apron and into the barricade. Cayla is on the other side and sprays Psycho with the perfume, blinding the tiny tattooed terror. TAURUS takes Psycho down with a massive lariat, nearly taking her head off. Cayla has hidden the perfume, Gallus Mag is down and suddenly Juliana is just fine. She thanks El Alguacil for the help, slides outside, grabs the tag rope, and tells TAURUS to bring Psycho up. TAURUS pulls her up into the electric chair position, moves to the corner, and tags in Juliana. TAURUS steps back, Juliana springboards up and hits a beautiful blockbuster as TAURUS drives Pyscho down, connecting with Hermosa Destrucción. Juliana makes the cover

TWO...

THREE

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Your winners as a result of a Pinfall, Juliana Mendoza and TAURUS… MAJESTUOSA MUSCLE!

Nick Hanson: Come on now. Was all of the necessary. You have an absolute beast at your disposal, tough as Gallus Mag is, TAURUS is a lot to overcome, but then with that blatant cheating, abusing the numbers game, it was just too freaking much. Juliana should get an award for that acting job though.

Jim Reynolds: How dare you. That woman had a legitimate concern for her neck. Yes, it appears to be okay now, but she may need a massage later, and if so I would like to offer my services.

Nick Hanson: She doesn’t even know your name. She just calls you a creep. Look, Gallus Mag brought the fight tonight, and they got screwed. I would love to see what THE Beautification Movement is capable of without cheating, Singles, any tag, trios, just can they actually win on their own skill and talent?

THE Beautification Movement clearly not caring about that opinion as they all celebrate in the ring, having champagne brought in to cheers and toast as Gallus Mag stares at them, well Bruiser anyway. Psycho is flushing out her eyes as she holds onto her wife. Psycho flips off THE Beautification Movement and the crowd is quick to join in on the rude gesture as the foursome just ignore them and enjoy their champagne.

Result: Pinfall

The lights in the arena went black and stayed out for a good ten seconds until "Faith" by Ghost began playing. The gold lights started flashing to the beat of the song as smoke began rising up from the ramp. As the first verse began, Matt Shields stepped out and looked at the crowd. Shields pointed the kendo stick down at the ring as several large bursts of fire shot up on either side of him.

Jim Reynolds: Oh God, what is this asshole doing out here? Didn’t he say something about only showing up when he was booked? I’d say I hope this goes quickly, but we all know this dickhead is going to take all the time he can.

He stalked down to the ring, carrying his kendo stick in his right hand, dragging it along the ramp behind him, while he had a balloon in his left hand. As he reached the bottom of the ramp, he let the balloon go, flying off into the rafters. He then went to the steps and slowly climbed them. He stopped as he got to the ring apron, went to the middle of the ropes, turned towards the crowd, and pointed the kendo stick out at them before he wiped his feet and stepped inside. He went to the middle of the ring, hit the mat with the kendo stick and all the lights went out for a few seconds as the lyrics repeated.

I am all ears

I am the wall

And I’m watching you fall

Because faith is mine!

As the bridge hit, the lights all came back on with an almost blinding burst as Shields stood with his arms outstretched in the middle of the ring.

Jim Reynolds: He even dresses like a tool. Red pants? Who in the fuck wears red pants and a Japanese Godzilla shirt? I actually kind of like the shirt, but oh shit no he has a microphone.

Matt Shields: Howdy fuckos.

And there come the inevitable boos as the NFW faithful show their extreme distaste for the “maniacal motherfucker”. Shields just smiles and laughs a little, heading over to the corner, he hops up and lays across the ropes.

Matt Shields: Are you assholes almost done? I really don’t want to be out here any longer than I have to, and I’m here to give you all something fun. Well, actually Miami will be the crowd that gets the match, but you all get to hear me talk about it and watch it and watch it on NFW All Access.

A few more boos, then the crowd dies down a bit, likely wanting to hear what kind of crazy-ass match the deranged asshole has up his sleeve.

Matt Shields: Good job fuckos, you shut the Hell up. Now, let’s get down to business. Cruel Summer is next week and I know all of you are just begging to find out what your old buddy Matt Shields is up to. For weeks and weeks now, me and Sylvia Lopez have been having a bit of… fun. Though admittedly things have been more enjoyable for her. That all changes at Cruel Summer though. She won’t have anybody to watch her back or help out with a cheap bullshit attack that could have left me with permanent and severe injuries. Nope nope nope no no no. At Cruel Summer, if she’s got the guts, I have something really special for her. See we’re gonna take one of them big cells, you know the kind that goes over the ring and the surrounding area, and we’re going to add a solid steel floor that will be level with the ring. Then we’re going to have barbed wire all along the top of it, weapons attached to pieces of the cage, maybe some beach-themed weapons in each of the corners. We’re not done yet though. Just because I fucking feel like it, there will be two platforms about halfway up the cell on the left and right sides, and because I like to make things interesting, you can’t just win with a pinfall or submission or even a knockout. You can secure those, in fact, you have to get one to activate the four buttons on each of the ring posts. Once they are activated, you have to hit all four in succession. It’s like a Texas death bull rope match, without the bull rope. Though there may be one involved. Oh and Callaway, don’t worry about the logistics. I’ve already commissioned the damn thing and figured out how it will be lowered down before the match and raised up after I win. So all that’s left is for Sylvia Lopez to bring her ass out here and accept my invitation to The Cruelty Chamber. So come on out here you banshee bitch.

The opening to "Committed" by One-Eyed Doll begins to play through the PA system and when the song kicks into full swing, Sylvia Lopez bursts out onto the stage flailing her arms and legs around maniacally and pulling at her hair. As soon as she locks eyes with Shields, she charges down the ramp, looking ready to brawl right there and then.

Jim Reynolds: Well here comes the Bellevue Banshee of NFW Collision!

As she gets closer, Shields readies himself with the kendo stick and Lopez stops and slaps the ring apron before pointing to her bitter rival and letting out a maniacal laugh. Making her way around the ring, she approaches the announce table and grabs a microphone before rolling under the bottom rope and pops up before marching right up to Shields as “Committed” fades out.

Sylvia Lopez: You’re questioning if Sylvia has the guts to face you?!

The Bellevue Banshee tosses her head back and lets out another maniacal laugh before quickly going back to a serious expression as she glares at Shields.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia accepts! Sylvia accepts!!! SYLVIA ACCEPTS!!!

Shields smiles and laughs, it almost looks like he wants to hug Sylvia, but he stays back a bit.

Matt Shields: Thank you. That is exactly what I wanted you to say, and exactly what I expected from you, you wonderfully delightfully CRAZY BIT-ARGH!

He doesn’t even finish that statement as Sylvia takes him down with a Thesz press and starts raining down on him with hammer blows, Shields once again using that trigger word of hers. He has a plan though, jabbing his thumb into her eye as she swings wildly. With The Bellevue Banshee blinded, Shields hits her with the 40 Legions clothesline, grabs his kendo stick, and starts slamming it across her back. Shields doesn’t let up until the weapon starts to splinter and crack. He smashes it across her back one more time, some of the shards flying out into the crowd. He picks one up, grabs her hair, and starts jabbing the sharp skewer-like piece of wood into her skull until she’s bleeding. He keeps the assault going with a Greetings From Crystal Lake. Shields then rolls outside, grabs another kendo stick from under the ring, and slips back inside. Sylvia is back to her feet and delivers a vicious headbutt that rocks Shields. Sylvia hits a discus clothesline of her own to take the bastard down. Syliva has that gleefully demented smile on her face as she grabs the hand of Shields and starts grabbing his fingers. Shields knows what’s coming, rakes the eyes of Sylvia, and bites the bloody wound on her forehead. Shields drives a hard knee into the midsection of Sylvia and puts her down again with Majo No Toki. Shields grabs the new kendo stick, raises it high in the air to a chorus of boos, then swings around and cracks the kendo stick over Syliva’s skull. Shields then locks in the Whispers of Azathoth, using the kendo stick to inflict more pain and misery as he has it longways across her face. Security is finally down there and Shields releases the hold, then makes his exit. Security slides in to check on Sylvia as she’s almost unconscious. She reaches up and wipes away some of the blood from above her eye, staring down at her hand with an almost deranged look. She jumps up and lunges towards the ropes, but security is quick to hold her back as Shields smiles and waves at her from the top of the ramp.

Nick Hanson: I hate to give Matt Shields any kind of credit for anything, but I’m very glad that his crazy match idea will have them inside of a cage.

Jim Reynolds: I predict blood, violence, maybe some broken bones and hopefully Sylvia will kick that bastard in the balls at least one more time. One thing is certain, Cruel Summer is going to be one hell of a show, and you can see The Cruelty Chamber match, The Beach Blanket Brawl, a Tables, Ladders, and Chairs match for the Trios titles, Damon Cross defending the World Heavyweight title against Jonna Austin, and so much more.

Nick Hanson: It is going to be a great night of action from Collision’s finest, live from Miami, Florida, August twenty fourth on NFW All Access, Cruel Summer Two.
The scene comes up with Rayola doing some pilates movements and flexes. She's doing very well and shows off how flexible she really is.

Rayola Davine: How are you doing over there… bestie?

We pan over to see Kai just sitting there, watching Rayola move with a level of concern and confusion.

Kai Morgan: I uh...I have no idea what’s going on here…

Rayola Davine: Here, look, it's simple. Just start by laying back...

Rayola lays down.

Rayola Davine: ... lift your legs and bend. See? Just move the legs, let them guide you not your hips.

Kai lays down and tries to replicate what he sees from Rayola. In one shift movement, Kai somehow manages to fold himself in half!

Kai Morgan: Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! FUCK! Y’know what? Fuck this!

Rayola Davine: Shit, alright fine. What do you want to do then?

Kai Morgan: Well...I dunno, man...I could’ve sworn that when I asked for what you wanted to do, you said karate! I don’t even know how to pronounce what we’re doing right now!

Rayola Davine: Say lattes but put pee in front of it. Pi-la-tes.

Kai attempts to sound the word out along with her, but fails tremendously. Rayola sighs as she sits up.

Rayola Davine: We do need to work together so there's gotta be something you like to do.

Bianca Page v. Malaya Diyosa

The start of the match has the bigger Bianca overpowering Malaya, as the two were in a test of strength, with Malaya being forced to a kneeling position, and then being struck with a rising knee lift by Page, as Danielle cheered her on in the background, whilst Vanessa politely clapped.

Bianca gets Malaya by her hair, as she pulls her up and gives her a stiff kick to the ribs. She would tuck in Malaya for a brainbuster, however, Malaya would clip her in the top of the head with a knee of her own to force her to let go. Malaya would run to the ropes to try and capitalize, but she was caught by Danielle, who tripped her up and caused her to fall on her face, which got the crowd to boo her.

Nick Hanson: "An underhanded move by the Page sisters there."

Jim Reynolds: "Vanessa doesn't look too happy by that move, though. An odd look of dissension between the Socialites."

He said, as Vanessa would glare at Danielle briefly, while Bianca would capitalize, as she quickly delivered a standing curbstomp to Malaya, before rolling her over for a pin attempt, but, Diyosa kicked out at 2.

Jim Reynolds: "Beautiful curbstomp by Bianca!"

Nick Hanson: "Gets a two count, Malaya is definitely needing to dig deep."

Bianca gets to her feet, slapping at the back of Malaya's head and mocking her, as she gets her up for the Halo, but Malaya would reverse into a poison-rana that spiked Bianca's head into the canvas that staggered her. The crowd popped for the move, as Malaya sets up a dropkick that knocks her out of the ring, as Danielle would tend to Bianca, as Vanessa is also checking on her while trying to stay neutral.

Jim Reynolds: "Bianca is knocked out of the ring, and her sisters are checking up on her."

Nick Hanson: "That's a pretty precarious position to be in, though!"

Nick said, as Malaya already had a head of steam built up, as she dived between the top and middle rope as she tackled Danielle and Bianca, and grazed Vanessa, knocking her down as well. She looked over and mouthed an apology to her, before getting Bianca and getting her back into the ring. Malaya goes to the top rope, baiting Bianca to get to her feet, as she leapt off for a diving crossbody and covered! 1.. 2.. No! Bianca kicked out with authority.

Jim Reynolds: "It's gonna take more than that to keep her down."

Malaya needed to capitalize, as she goes to set up for her Buzzsaw Kick, but Bianca ducked the kick, as Malaya spins with the whiff. Page runs in to hit a snap German Suplex on her, as she lands hard on the back of her shoulders, as Diyosa groaned from the big hit, while Cassie goes to cheer for her and tried to get her back in the fight.

Nick Hanson: "Great scouting by Bianca Page there! And it looks like she's going to try and end this here."

Bianca would confidently rush at Malaya with the high knee to stun her as she gets up. Bianca would try to follow up with a scissor kick, but, Malaya sidestepped and kicked Bianca in the stomach, and then hits her with the Maximum Overdrive. She would taunt to the crowd, looking to set up the Butterfly Effect, as she goes to the turnbuckle, but, Danielle holds her leg to keep her from climbing.

Jim Reynolds: "Now the numbers game is coming to play here! I knew it would only be a matter of time."

As Malaya yelled at Danielle, Cassie would grab her hair from behind, as she scrapped with her while official Heather Young was distracted by the fight outside and was making motions to eject them both, as Vanessa sneaks into the ring and grabbed Malaya while she was on the top rope, as she planted her with a big powerbomb, as Malaya is laid out. She slid out of the ring, while Bianca rolled on top of her for the pin, as she hooked the leg and Heather counted the fall.

2..

3!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Bianca Page!

Nick Hanson: "No! What a dirty way to win! They just stole this match!"

Jim Reynolds: "Looks like Vanessa isn't friendly with Malaya anymore…"

They say, as Bianca smirked, whilst Vanessa and Danielle would get Cassie into the ring as well, readying to punish them both. As Cassie gets up to her feet she is met with a “Big Apple” Knockout punch to Cassie. Cassie falls to the mat. Bianca then picks Malaya up and lifts Malaya over her shoulder while Vanessa comes up behind Bianca. They deliver “Influencers (MNM’s snapshot) Danielle climbs the ropes to the top with a steal chair in hand. Danielle jumps off the top rope with the chair out front and the chair drives right across Malaya’s throat. Danielle walks over to a laid out Cassie and drives the chair into Cassie’s throat. Danielle drops the chair. Bianca and Danielle each grab one of Malaya’s arms. They place Malaya on her knees in the middle of the ring as Vanessa walks over to her, pointing her finger in Malaya’s face.

Vanessa Page How dare you?!?! How dare you put me in this position?!?!

Vanessa slaps Malaya across the face, as it echoed through the arena with the crowd booing the Page sisters.

Vanessa Page "You brought this on yourself Malaya. You stupid bitch!!! There is no way you are better than me."

Vanessa looks at her sisters, and nodded to them, taking the lead and giving directions.

Vanessa Page Throw her bitch ass out to the floor!"

Danielle and Bianca throw Malaya over the top ropes. Bianca and Danielle follow Malaya out to the floor. Danielle starts pulling the ringside padding out of the way as Bianca lifts Malaya up in a piledriver position. Vanessa steps out onto the ring apron.Bianca walks over onto exposed concrete. Vanessa leaps off the apron and delivers a spike piledriver onto the concrete. Danielle, Bianca, and Vanessa stand over Malaya’s limp body. They start laughing and hug each other before walking up the ramp.

As Collision comes back from a commercial break, General Manager Luthor Callaway stands in the ring, ready with a microphone. The Collision theme fades out as the man stands in the center of the mat, letting the fans get their “Luthor” chants out of their system - albeit with an amused smirk. As things quiet down, Luthor finally brings the microphone up.

Luthor Callaway: Hell of a damn night we’re having so far, ain’t it?

The crowd ramps up with a little pop as Luthor takes in the sight of the filled seats.

Luthor Callaway: I gotta admit, it’s kinda crazy looking at y’all right now. To look at each and every person here, filling these seats and realizing we’ve been back at this for almost four years. Nearly four years ago, this company reopened its doors. Shit, I wasn’t even back here yet!

He shrugs his other arm up, chuckling at the revelation.

Luthor Callaway: That being said, I was here before, years ago and when it comes to now, I know what brought us here. I know what, or I should say who made this resurgence possible. When Steven Brody sought out to bring New Frontier Wrestling back, one name came to mind and that name was none other...than Vlad Blackheart!

There’s another pop from the crowd as Luthor lowers the microphone again and lets the audience’s reaction speak for him to anyone watching at home. Chants of “Easy V” fill the arena as Luthor extends the mic to let the speakers pick it up some. After a moment, he brings the microphone back to his mouth.

Luthor Callaway: The time is fastly approaching where we celebrate the memory and legacy of the greatest wrestler to ever set foot inside a New Frontier ring. In three weeks, we bring you the fourth annual Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament! Now, there’s over a hundred men and women signed to this company. All are fine athletes but this is the time where only the best of the best bring their A game to honor Vlad’s memory by doing what he lived for. Competing. Fighting. Wrestling to see who’s really the best of the best here. Now, Isabella Santiago and I’ve been assigned by the big man himself, Steven Brody, to select ten individuals to represent our brands. Twenty wrestlers...twenty out of over one hundred. Competing in two blocks. Over the course of eighteen days. The winner? They go on to main event the greatest event we put on every year: Wrestle War, for a shot at the world title. A chance to share in the legacy that he created for New Frontier Wrestling. So!

Luthor pauses, turning towards the stage as the lights dim down and bring focus to the video tron.

Luthor Callaway: Without further adieu, I present to you - formally - Collision’s ten competitors for the fourth, annual Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament!

Luthor lowers the microphone as Saliva’s “Ladies And Gentlemen” begins to play and the VBMT 4 logo fills the tron screen. Meanwhile, the camera shot fades in as the Tron’s footage takes over the viewer’s screen itself and begins to run down the list of Collision entrants:


Each entrant is shown with their picture up until the final one where the music fades out and the camera shot returns to Luthor Callaway scratching his chin in the ring. There’s a look of confusion on his face as he looks down at his feet, starting to count on his fingers. He pauses and holds a hand up.

Luthor Callaway: Y’all hush up a minute. Gimme a sec…

Jim Reynolds: Oh no. Nick, how old is Luthor again?

Nick Hanson: ...I don’t know…? About the same as us? What the hell does that have to do with anything?

Jim Reynolds: The man forgot how to count to ten!

Nick Hanson: I hope he beats the hell out of you.

Luthor counts on his fingers again, visibly mouthing the names, and stops when he lists all of them. He’s only counted nine names. Nine fingers. He looks up at the crowd, scratching his chin again.

Luthor Callaway: Huh. Funny shit, that right there. I only counted nine names. Supposed to have ten, ain’t we?

As Luthor looks around at the crowd, that look of confusion slowly grows into a Cheshire grin as he turns towards the stage and tron screen again.

Luthor Callaway: Oh. That’s right. How could I forget?

He points at the screen and the lights dim down again. Once there is darkness, the NFW Tron acts as a movie theater screen -- literally!


The fans are confused, but they are certainly curious. The movie trailer begins with a battlefield that wages war before a dark castle.


Seated at his throne, the Vampire Lord swishes a wine glass of blood in his left hand, his right moving to “conduct” his monsters.

Vampire Lord: Slay them all, my creatures of the night. Mmm…

He drains some of the blood from the glass and darkly chuckles.

The soldiers who are slain reveal their hearts of different colors and they break in half. The monsters who are defeated turn into white dust.


Vampire Lord: Fools. There is no order. There is only chaos. Delicious, violent, perfect chaos. There is no one to save you now.

A fanged grin crosses his face. He looks beyond the humans to gaze upon what they are trying to protect: a heavenly white castle with innocent humans inside. He licks his lips.

Vampire Lord: His memorial shall be mine. I will paint it black with my darkness and red with the blood of my enemies.

Painstakingly, the last of the human army is defeated. The monsters are headed straight for the white castle with ill intentions.


Before a single monster can even step foot into the white castle, they are suddenly stopped by a barrier of light. It’s so bright it inflicts a burning sensation in the Vampire Lord’s eyes.

Vampire Lord: Ugh! What is this?!

A ray of light shimmers from the barrier and reveals a figure in full holy white heavy armor. In their right hand is the legendary Sunsword. On their left arm is a round shield with a star at the center. The innocents look out the windows and from the keeps of the white castle. The Vampire Lord’s eyes finally adjust and he glares at his new, mysterious opponent.

Vampire Lord: A white knight…? Do you wish to die so badly?

With a flick of their wrist, one of his creatures-- a werewolf-- charges at the white knight. The werewolf lunges, but a single midair cut from the Sunsword turns it into white dust. The Vampire Lord is taken aback by this, his eyes wide and his fangs beared.

Vampire Lord: Who… who ARE you?

As his monsters await their lord’s command, the white knight raises their hands and fixates on the helmet. Slowly, the helmet is removed, and…


...the face of Jessica Matthews is revealed just before the trailer ends!

Nick Hanson: & Jim Reynolds: NO WAY!


From the PA system, “Protector” by City Wolf resonates throughout the Collision Center. The NFW Tron begins to play a “best of” series of clips showing off the Nerd Extraordinaire. Jessica Matthews emerges through the black curtains and the fans. are. LOSING IT! Their cheers and applause fill the entire arena with pure excitement!

Nick Hanson: Jessica Matthews! JESSICA. MATTHEWS. IS. HERE!

Jim Reynolds: Holy shit! It’s so fucking LOUD in here, I can’t hear myself, Nick!


She’s wearing a custom-made Guardians t-shirt, a T.A.R.D.I.S. blue skirt with black denim shorts underneath, and glow-in-the-dark Green Lantern Converse shoes. On her right arm is her Avengers: Endgame Captain America Shield, polished to a nice and bright shine. Her golden blonde hair is tied back into a long braid. Jessica takes a moment to simply look at the crowd and listen to their positive reactions.


With a smile on her face, the Guardian (of the Galaxy) makes her way down the entrance ramp and tags some of the fans along the way. She ascends the steel steps and enters the ring between the ropes -- with Luthor pulling down the middle rope for her. Once she’s in the ring, the fans somehow grow louder with their cheers, and flash photography ensues.


Right on cue, her music fades, which simply clarifies exactly how loud the fans are. They even start a “LEVEL UP!” chant! Jessica simply takes the positive feedback in with a big smile on her face. Beside her, Luthor holds the microphone out to take in the roar of the crowd again. He looks at the camera with a little shrug as if to say ”I think they approve” before bringing the mic back to himself.

Luthor Callaway: Ladies… gentlemen… folks… citizens of the New Frontier. Collision’s newest signee and the final entry into the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament… Mrs. Jessica Matthews.

Luthor turns, offering the microphone out to her before delicately shaking her hand. The General Manager bows out before he steps back to give the ring veteran the center focus. Before she can even say a word, the fans resonate with a new chant.



Her smile only grows and she finally speaks up.

Jessica Matthews: Hello, Nerd Nation of Chicago!

A LOUD pop echoes from the crowd and she can’t help but laugh.

Jessica Matthews: It’s strange. I’ve always had the worst RNG in the Windy City, but today…? Wow! HYPE TRAIN!

Right on cue, the Nerd Nation rallies themselves with louder cheers and applause. Jessica’s even clapping along with them with the biggest smile on her face. Once they settle down to let her speak, she continues.

Jessica Matthews: You know when you clear a role-playing video game for the very first time, you think you’ve accomplished as much as you can of the RPG, right? But then you check out your file’s completion percentage… and you’re nowhere near one hundred percent. In fact, there are new missions, new challenges, new side quests, and new bosses to conquer!

That’s me and my wrestling career.

When HYBRID Wrestling closed down and my brother-in-law Adrien and I left as the final Duality Champions, I officially retired. I came home to my husband, our twins, and our dogs. I hung up my “wrestling boots”, put my shield away, and enjoyed my life in Pismo Beach. A mother, a wife, a pro gamer, a cosplayer, and... I guess a model and an actress?

After all this time, the Paladin is still modest about her appearance. She blushes when the fans give her the love she truly deserves; cheers, applause, and yes, wolf whistles! She offers a quick “Thank you kindly!” before the fans settle down again.

Jessica Matthews: Even retired, I was still a wrestling fan. I tuned into the live streams of different companies and sometimes attended live shows. But as time progressed, I noticed how… corrupt the wrestling industry was becoming. For every wrestler of honor and respect, there were three wrestlers of dishonor and disrespect.

Order was lost. Chaos reigned supreme. The Balance was unstable. Hear me out.

The Beautification Movement.

She extends the mic and the fans boo, though there are some loud whistles.

Jessica Matthews: Second City Riot Squad.

There are mixed reactions for the NFW Tag Team Champions, though there are more boos.

Jessica Matthews: The Kingdom.

The diehard fans are cheering, but the majority of the crowd is booing loudly and vehemently.

Jessica Matthews: Salacious Intent.

With a few whistles come the outpour of boos from the fans.

Jessica Matthews: The Socialites.

Even more boos and jeers! There’s clearly a pattern that Jessica is demonstrating with this list.

Jessica Matthews: Katelin Descarrilado.

Without a doubt, there are loud boos for the NFW Genesis Champion. Before she even says the next person’s name, there’s a look of disgust on her face.

Jessica Matthews: Matthew Shields.

Oh, there’s A LOT of booing for her long-time rival and former leader of the Destroyers!

Jessica Matthews: And there are STILL more on Collision. I don’t have to present a list for Trauma because you’re all smart. You understand what I’m trying to say. New Frontier Wrestling? This is madness.

Some of the fans shout “THIS IS SPARDA!” and Jessica shakes her head with a laugh. Ah, the nerd culture, how she loves it so.

Jessica Matthews: We need to bring back Order. We need to restore the Balance. Well, now there are four Guardians in NFW and two of them are in the fourth annual Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, myself and Solomon Graham! Let me hear it, Nerd Nation!

The fans roar with approval and begin a resonating “GUARDIANS! Of the Galaxy! GUARDIANS! Of the Galaxy! GUARDIANS! Of the Galaxy!” chant. Once they calm down, the Cute Gaming Blonde raises the mic one more time.

Jessica Matthews: To everyone in the tournament? You’ve got until September 6th. Level up or shut up!

Mic drop.
Static.

With the cheers of the fans, “Protector” by City Wolf plays from the PA system. Matthews takes her exit from the ring and circles around to tag the fans and pose for pictures.

Nick Hanson: Wow! Just… wow! I still can’t believe THE Jessica Matthews is here in NFW!

Jim Reynolds: DAMN, she is hot! The pictures don’t do her justice and to see her bubbly ass in person?! AWOOGA!

Nick Hanson: Careful, Jim; she’s a married woman! What an honor to have one of the biggest stars in our company.

Jim Reynolds: And on Collision too! YEAH! Take that, Trauma! HAHA!
We open up backstage from the Collision Center and it is there where we are able to see Crystal Zdunich backstage. She is clad in a hoodie. She cracks a wicked grin before shrugging her shoulders and looking deep into the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: You know I feel I have a lot to get off of my chest. When I first came to this company I didn’t know what I was going to get myself into. I know there have been rumblings backstage and of course in the locker room.

Crystal takes a long deep breath before she looks into the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: I know that there are people out there who probably think that I flat out don’t give a fuck. I don’t have any passion or I am here to simply collect a paycheck. Granted I have only been here for a short while now and I didn’t expect to get involved with the best of the best that this company has to offer from the very beginning.

Crystal sighs shrugging her shoulders as she feels uneasy.

Crystal Zdunich: Marilyn I just want something to be known. Despite everything we might have put one another through. I do respect you. I acknowledge you as being the best damn woman in this company. Who else could have held THE title for well over a year. Who else could have set the bar and set records. Nobody other than you could have done that. I know there have been weeks upon weeks where I didn’t say anything. This has been a one sided affair and for that I apologize. Maybe I was just letting the pressure get to me and I know that it was going to be tough especially based upon who I was going up against.

Crystal points at herself before looking deeper into the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: Make no mistake though. I do give a fuck about what’s going to go down. It just gets very irritating hearing everybody say the same old shit about me. I know I am deserving of an ass kicking and it’s a question on who is going to be the right one to give me that beating. I accept that I haven’t been the role model parent or even the best wife. That much I know and I own that.

Crystal waves her finger.

Crystal Zdunich: What I won’t respect however is the constantly shoving it down my throat or even talking shit about my sister in law Eavan. We may not be the best of friends and our egos definitely have clashed more often than not but don’t let my sister in law’s name come out of your fucking mouth. Don’t even talk shit about my wife. The only thing that should be out of your mouth Marilyn is how much you wish to fuck me up. You want me at Cruel Summer and you want me in a Traitor Gate’s match?! You already know the answer to the question. Of course I will accept the challenge. I will prove to the world that I will make you bleed and I will beat you. This is personal and I definitely will make an impact using you as an example. Beating you is the type of momentum I need to go further in this business and consider this a jumpstart to success in NGW

Crystal takes a long deep breath as she speaks some more.

Crystal Zdunich: So if it’s a fight you want, it’s one you will get. I will get your respect one way or another. So bring it Marilyn. You will find yourself getting torched by the Burning Rose… FLAME ON BITCH!

With that Crystal walks away as we go elsewhere.
At ringside, the NFW Tron offers the fans a visual of the backstage area.

“I love coffee, I love tea! I love the java jive and it loves me!”

The cute little sing-song voice belongs to none other than Mrs. Danielle Debaillion. She comes into view of one of the cameras backstage as she heads for the Soul Garden catering.

Jim Reynolds: UGH, look who it is. The attention-starving Ritalin Kid with the fake PTSD!

Nick Hanson: What an awful thing to say, Jim!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, she’s made the Kingdom look bad! Her diagnosis is probably a hoax!

Despite his negative opinion, the fans are happy to see her! Reaching the wet bar first, Danni takes a medium-sized cup and begins to fill it with hot coffee.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) “C-o-f-f-e-e and t-e-a and the j-a-v-a and m-e! A cup, a cup, a cup, a--

Suddenly, the ceiling lights begin to flicker on and off. Danni stops pouring the hot beverage into her cup and looks up.

Danni Anderson (◠︿◠✿?) Huh???

It’s a little familiar, eerily so, but it can just be a lighting issue. She casually shrugs and starts to add a couple of small French vanilla creamer cups to her coffee when the intense sound of chains rattling echoes from down the hall.

Danni Anderson (⊙﹏⊙✿) Eek!

Inadvertently, she jumps and drops the hot coffee onto the floor. She looks down with a frown, but before she can react, from down the hall again there’s the distinct sound of bones cracking. Danni yelps, tries to take a step back, but she slips onto the spilled beverage and falls on her rear with an “ow!” Her breathing becomes a little shaky as she slowly crawls backward. Once again, the lights flicker on and off. The Collision Center’s intercom turns on--


--and a male voice, spliced and altered with a dark, murderous tone sounds off. There’s a look of absolute terror on the Semper Fairy’s face as she barely gets to her feet.

Danni Anderson (◕﹏◕✿) No… H-he’s gone… Don’t do that! P-please stop! Please...

It seems to ring into her memories. Past trauma? Whatever it is, she backs up against a wall with a large window next to her, her arms wrapped around her. In a cruel twist of fate, the window spontaneously shatters, glass breaking and shards falling around! Danielle lets out a SCREAM of fright, holds her head in her hands and runs down the hall. In the middle of all this, the lights go out completely. There’s some shuffling, heavy breathing -- perhaps Danni’s, and suddenly? There’s a splash and Danni’s shrill of fright!

Nick Hanson: What the hell is going on?! Somebody get the lights back on!

The timing is a little off, but his words are heard and the lights do come back on. The fans audibly gasp, stunned by the sight on the NFW Tron. The Sweetheart Esper is covered in. . .

Well, it LOOKS like blood. Dark red paint, one hopes. But in Danni’s tortured mind…?

Jim Reynolds: I-- that’s… Okay, I may not like the girl, but she doesn’t deserve THIS!

Danielle’s wide blue eyes stare at herself. Covered in “blood”, she releases a wordless cry of fear and curls up into a quivering ball. Tears run like rivers down her cheeks and she loudly cries into her hands. Nearby crewmembers run to her aid. Soon enough, Damon Cross rushes over.

Damon Cross: Danielle!

Before he can even touch his wife, she begins to convulse. Her muscles are involuntarily stiffening and jerking. She’s making wordless noises of panic and confusion, her body’s ridgety, and her stare is completely blank. He freezes and his dark eyes widen.

A pseudoseizure.

Soon Danielle’s noises grow quieter and her body tenses up. Her eyes widen and her lips quiver, then she opens her mouth and her eyes lull shut. She’s lost consciousness; her body goes limp with only the subtle rising and falling of her chest. Very carefully, Damon cradles his wife in his arms while medical assistance moves in to help. The fans are in shock and horror. For once, Jim is absolutely silent. Nick is just praying she’ll be alright.

(If Crowthorne wins, she challenges for the Silver Mountain Title at Cruel Summer)

Milisandre Crowthorne v. Morgan Payne

There was a feeling out process at the beginning of the match as the two women circled around the center of the mat, looking for an opening. Morgan feigned a couple of lockups. Milisandre feigned a couple of leg shoots. Morgan faked Mil out with a few low kicks but got smart when the Herald started grabbing for her feet and ceased the kicking. Finally, they both settled on a test of strength, though Morgan was understandably cautious of letting Milisandre get a grip anywhere on her. Nonetheless, they locked hands together and began pushing. Morgan won out with the power game, wrenching Mil’s arms down and pushing her back into the ropes where she started firing off knees to the midsection. She pulled Mil off of the ropes at the referee’s count of 4 and let go of one hand, twisting Mil’s arm around into an arm wringer but Mil hit a lucha roll and released the tension in her arm, reversing it onto Morgan. Morgan slapped her shoulder, grabbed Mil’s wrist and powered through her own reversal and hit her with a shoulder block, then another, then another. Morgan untwisted Mil’s arm and sent her into the ropes, coming at her with a Discus Lariat that Mil ducked under but the Daughter of Steel City waited for the Herald of the Dreamer to come back and went for a back elbow. Miraculously, however, Milisandre jumped off her feet and caught that arm, hitting an Armdrag that took Morgan to the mat. She held onto that limb, however, going for a Fujiwara Armbar but Morgan was able to scramble and get a foot on the rope, causing the break.

Milisandre broke the hold but went for Morgan immediately, going for a Sleeper Hold but Payne threw an elbow back into her jaw and flipped her to the mat with a Snapmare. Mil sat up and Morgan drilled her in the spine with a brutal Penalty Kick that was heard all the way up in the nosebleed section. The crowd “ooooooh’ed” as Milisandre barely even flinched and simply started to rise to her feet. Morgan’s eyes slowly widened as she took a couple steps back. From there, she clenched her fists and went right at Milisandre, getting more brutal and physical with her; determined to break through whatever force it was that drove her on and made her seem nigh invincible. Morgan even started going for some of her own submission maneuvers but Crowthorne was able to get to the ropes or even slip free of a lot of them. Some, she even managed to reverse into her own maneuvers which put Morgan back on the defensive end. Still, Payne was showing that she was Silver Mountain Champion for a reason and that if Milisandre wanted a proper shot at the title, it was going to take some work. Milisandre brought the torment as well, however, showing that she could strike and trade offense with the best of them. Even when she started to look like she was wearing down, she continued to press on like some machine that Morgan had never faced before.

The fight continued on as Morgan began wearing down herself, and Milisandre finally went for the Grasp of Cthulhu. Morgan knew the danger of his move, however, and with enough maneuvering, she was able to hit a Wizard Kick, putting herself into position for a cover of which she only got a two count! She popped up, though, stepping back and measuring as Milisandre started getting to her feet. The Silver Mountain Champion ran in, roaring and nailed her opponent with a big kick that TASTES LIKE TIMBALAND BOOT, BITCH!! Milisandre hit the mat and Morgan stumbled into the ropes, panting but grinning as she yelled to the crowd. No way in Hell was Crowthorne gonna get up from that. When she turned around, however, Milisandre had since sat up like a zombie and was now standing there, just staring at Morgan through a curtain of messy, sweaty hair. Morgan stared back at her in disbelief, looking her over. It even appeared she mouthed “what the fuck are you” before stepping in and nailing Milisandre with a forearm. Mil’s head snapped to the side and she stumbled but she fired back a forearm of her own. Morgan answered. Milisandre replied. Back and forth, the two began trading last ditch blows of desperation. Finally, after several exchanges, Morgan seemed to really trigger something in Milisandre as one more forearm caused her to stumble back and she flipped her hair back out of her face, staring wide eyed at the McKeesport Mauler, daring her to swing again. Morgan obliged, cocking back and swinging with a Discus Lariat but Milisandre caught the arm, twisted around and caught her in an Abdominal Stretch! Just when it looked like she was about to go for the Grasp of Cthulhu, however, Milisandre extended her other arm as if beckoning to her God. She then stepped in, swinging her arm underneath, introducing Morgan and all beholders to her new signature, Path of Hastur (Gigi Dollin’s Abdominal Stretch Ranhei), rolling Payne up for the cover! 1! 2! 3!


Payne kicked out right after the ref made the three count and sat up with her eyes wide, jaw agape as “Cthulhu Awakens” filled the arena. While the champion began to debate with the ref, holding up two fingers but being told three, Milisandre sat back a few feet away, leaning back on her hands with a small, eerie smile on her face.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall!! “The Herald of the Dreamer”...MILISANDRE...CROWTHORNE!!

Nick Hanson: Milisandre Crowthorne has defeated Morgan Payne and she now has a Silver Mountain Championship match at Cruel Summer!!

Jim Reynolds: No no no no no no no! C’mon, that was two, Nicky! You saw Morgan kick out!

Nick Hanson: I saw her kick out a second too late, Jim. It is what it is! Morgan Payne will have to face Milisandre Crowthorne again and next week, they do so with a certainty of one thing: Milisandre Crowthorne CAN and HAS defeated Morgan Payne! But next week, the gold or the silver I should say, is on the line!

While the music played on, Milisandre opted to roll out of the ring while Morgan sat there, still stunned, just watching her. When the referee brought the Silver Mountain title into the ring to Morgan, the champion possessively snatched it into her arms and immediately called for a microphone. Once she had it, she rolled over onto her stomach, still clutching her title as she panted heavily into the mic.

Morgan Payne: Yo cut da music… CUT DA FUCKIN MUSIC!!!

Nick Hanson: Oh, what is it?

Jim Reynolds: Shut up, Nicky! She’s talking!

The music faded out as Milisandre made it to the stage and slowly turned back towards the ring. Curiously, she watched the champion as she laid there on the met, staring back at her.

Morgan Payne: Bitch...ya got me. I’mma give ya dat. Believe me, I say dat word endearingly. Ain’t no ill will wif it.

She took a moment to crawl up onto her knees and then to her feet where she walked to the ropes facing the stage and leaned against them.

Morgan Payne: Congratulations, Milisandre. Mil… Mili…. Mili Vanili….

She manages to chuckle through her exhaustion before shaking her head.

Morgan Payne: Nah, though. Ya did it. Ya went and got yaself a shot at da title. MY title.

She raises the belt up, bringing attention to it before resting it over her shoulder. Milisandre stands on the stage, calmly waiting to see what Morgan is getting at.

Morgan Payne: But yanno...I still got champion’s advantage, chick. Oh, you best believe dat shit. So, if you think you goin into Miami next week like you gonna just pin me again… Or if you think you gonna lock on one of them submissions...like one o’my Pops’ old entrance songs said, “you got another thing comin’...”

Jim Reynolds: Judas Priest!

Nick Hanson: I thought you wanted quiet when she was speaking?

Morgan steps back from the ropes, finding the strength to stand on her own now and she does so, proud and firm.

Morgan Payne: See you got the dub, sure, but da thing is…? I’m still standin’. You still standin’. Both of us are. Bein’ da Silver Mountain Champion is ‘bout bein’ da toughest. It’s ‘bout bein’ da baddest. It’s ‘bout bein’ da most adaptable. Overcomin’ da challenges an’ obstacles set before ya. So here’s your obstacle to dis belt.

Morgan raises the belt off her shoulder again, just up beside her head and holds it out for Milisandre to focus on.

Morgan Payne: You gonna show me how bad you really want dis title. Show me you willin’ to fight for it. Show me dat nothin’ can keep you dahn. Show me dat you can keep me dahn. No pinfalls. No submissions. No disqualifications. Last...Woman...Standing!

Nick Hanson: Whoooaaaaa!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Alright, champ! Way to raise the bar!

Nick Hanson: A Last Woman Standing match at Cruel Summer II for the Silver Mountain Championship!

Jim Reynolds: That sounds fan-fucking-TASTIC!!

Morgan drops the mic to the mat and holds the championship up as the crowd cheers for the prospect of seeing her and Milisandre in such a match. Up on the stage, Milisandre just smiles, almost approvingly as the lights go out for a moment and when they come back on, she’s disappeared from the stage. Morgan stands in the ring as Divide The Day’s “Step Aside” kicks in and just nods, knowing that the challenger has, in her own way, accepted, as the cameras cut away….
The scene comes up backstage with Josh Davidson standing by.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, the team of Salacious Intent.

Sela and Abigail approach Josh from different sides. Sela seems almost in a haze, as if she isn't fully paying attention even as she leans gently, almost lovingly, on Josh. Abigail on the other hand just runs her fingers through her thick red hair.

Josh Davidson: Ladies, you'll be facing off against Jonna Austin of the Kingdom and Damon Cross from the Crusade in a tag match later tonight. How do you-

Sela silences him with a single finger on his lips as she lazily looks up at him. His discomfort grows intensely.

Sela Rica-Lark: Oh Josh, Crusades, Kingdoms, what are they good for anyway? Divisive conflict. Useless paper wars. Just think: everything that we call kingdom and crusade is spoken of with more than a little salt in the references. Not for those who carry the names now, but for what they stand for. Borders and invasion.

Sela gives a little sway as she smiles at Josh.

Sela Rica-Lark: And that's not what we want. We want to bring people together. Bring all to be united… in the feeling of chaos and pain!

Sela nearly falls on the ground in cackling laughter causing Josh to back away a little.

Sela Rica-Lark: Oh the greatness of two superpowers set to collide but forced to work together for one moment. One chance to stave off the coming destruction for just one more day.

Sela brings herself back up still with a sadistic grin as she eyes both Josh and the camera.

Sela Rica-Lark: You've seen what our… benefactor is capable of. Now imagine all that unleashed on two separated and similar powers trying to coexist. Like magnets of the same polarity.

Abigail grabs Josh Davidson by the wrist. She lightly tugs to gain his attention. The nervousness on his face as he looks at her is paramount. Abigail tilts her head to the side.

Abigail Lindsey: “Can they truly get along? It’s easy to paint the image you want the world to believe behind a keyboard. Most people, including our Redeemer, are too scared to show what they believe is weakness. The tough guy slash girl act in professional wrestling is all too common. All the apologies, all the replays in the world mean nothing when that bell rings. When Sela and I apply the pressure, we’ll see how united The Kingdom and The Crusade truly are my dear Josiah. If you thought last week was a barrel of laughs, you haven’t seen anything yet. Who knows, by the time Collison goes off the air, maybe, just maybe the World Championship match at Cruel Summer II will be more exciting than this nauseating sportsmanship fest Damon and Joanna want this to be. Playtime is here.”

When Abigail finishes speaking, Sela wraps a hand at Josh's collar and brings him nearly nose to nose with her. That sinister smile hasn't left her face

Sela Rica-Lark: And they will walk into that parlour.

Sela starts cackling and shoves Josh away and heads off pushing the cameraman to the ground as well. Abigail follows, blowing a kiss into the camera before the scene fades out.
We open up the scene again, this time in the training area of the Collision Center. Rayolas stands on one of the mats, impatiently waiting as Kai makes his way out of a locker room area wearing a karate gi and carrying a duffel bag.

Kai Morgan: Now, see? This is more like it…I feel more comfortable already!

Rayola is also in her own gi and nods.

Rayola Davine: Well good. So what do we- aaaah!

Kai had already grabbed Rayola completely offguard, tossing her over his shoulder before hooking her arm on the mat to keep her still! He cocks back a stiff looking palm, before looking down and stopping himself.

Kai Morgan: Oh shit…probably should’ve waited for you first, huh?

Kai relieves his hold on Rayola and rises to his feet, waiting for her to do the same. She gets up and smiles.

Rayola Davine: Wow that was really good. I didn't realize you actually were good at this. I thought you meant when you wanted to do karate that you wanted to show off some stupid Power Rangers stuff.

Kai Morgan:*scoffs* Please, I don’t joke around all the time! Besides, when you grow up in Detroit being a kid my size, you kinda have to learn how to fight! Though, I’ll admit I’m a bit rusty, given how I’ve spent so much time doing the whole wrestling thing.

Rayola Davine: Well clearly, I've underestimated you. And I'm sorry.

Kai manages a smile but Rayola continues.

Rayola Davine: I mean you still deserve to get your ass kicked, but at least now I understand you could potentially back it up.

Kai Morgan: I’ll be honest, this has been fun! But I’ll tell you what’s gonna be even more fun...and that’s beating the brakes off Tommy Janes and Moe Renhuan at Cruel Summer! And that’s the TRUTH...

Any shimmer of admiration Rayola may have had for Kai in this moment is now gone at the reciting of his catchphrase.

Kai Morgan: ...Because KAI! NEVER! LIES!

Rayola groans and walks off with an eye roll. Kai sees her leaving and attempts to go after her.

Kai Morgan: Wait...BFF...where ya goin’?

Kai runs out of shot as we go back to the action.

Damon Cross & Jonna Austin v. Salacious Intent

After Salacious Intent makes their tag-team entrance together, Jonna Austin makes her presence known. Rather than head down to the ring, however, she stays at the entrance stage and taunts Sela-Rica Lark and Abigail Lindsay. Then “Rise” by State of Mine plays from the PA system. The fans are on their feet with high anticipation for the NFW World Heavyweight Champion. Sela and Abigail smirk as they wait for Damon Cross to make his entrance, but he doesn’t emerge through the black curtains.

Instead, he sneaks into the ring through the crowd!

Before Sela and Abigail can react, Damon attacks Sela from behind, a sure sign of karma from the last Collision when they ambushed him. At the same time, Jonna has taken off down the ramp, sliding into the ring and attacking Abigail before she can help Sela. After he signals for the bell, referee El Alguacil collects the dropped NFW World Heavyweight Championship belt and hands it to one of the ringside officials. He watches as Damon and Jonna are laying into Sela and Abigail with rights and lefts. He watches Damon launch Sela with an Irish whip at the same time Jonna sends Abigail in the opposite direction with her own Irish whip. Damon rushes Sela and clocks her with a discus elbow smash that sends her over the ropes and out of the ring. Simultaneously, Jonna catches Abigail with a running dropkick that sends her between the ropes and to the outside. Damon and Jonna look at each other for a moment, simply nod, and take off -- Jonna hits Sela with a suicide dive while Damon nails Abigail with a springboard shooting star press!

The fans are going crazy, chanting “HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!” as all four competitors are down on the outside. Of course, Cross and Austin are the first to their feet, all the while El Alguacil has started his official count. Austin lays a few good stomps on Lark while Cross lifts Lindsay up and rolls her into the ring. After Cross follows in after Lindsay, Austin moves to her team’s corner and waits on the apron. Cross lifts Lindsay up and brings her down with a Fireman’s carry takedown. He follows this with a seated Fujiwara armbar and she’s seething in pain, though in her perspective she may actually enjoy it. Having a bit of reprieve, Lark comes running into the ring and she knees Cross in the face. Lindsay is released, but El Alguacil scolds Lark and sends her back to the corner. She does so with a pout, allowing Lindsay to get to her feet. She hits Cross with a spinning heel kick the moment he gets to his feet and sends him back down. When he’s covered, the Redeemer kicks out.

While Damon is still down, Abigail blatantly disrespects him with a double-boot scrape on his face. Damon grimaces while Abigail tags Sela in and the ladies pull the World Heavyweight Champion to his feet. They launch him towards the ropes with an Irish whip and go for a double clothesline, but Damon ducks underneath, rebounds against the ropes, and clotheslines the both of them down onto the mat. He moves over to his team’s corner and tags in Jonna. She runs in and assaults both Abigail and Sela who are in the midst of recuperating. While Jonna focuses on Abigail, however, Sela turns her around and rakes her in the eye. The fans transition from cheers to boos as Sela levels Jonna with “No Saves” (Mule Kick Setup into Shining Wizard)! Sela goes for the cover, but Jonna kicks out at two. Sela goes on the offense, delighted to hurt Jonna as much as possible. After a flurry of knife-edge chops, Sela Irish whips Jonna to the ropes and looks for a savate kick, but Jonna avoids it and bounces back with “Secret Strength” (Spear)! The fans cheer when Sela is floored and while Jonna goes for the cover, Abigail interrupts the count with a slingshot double footstomp.

The referee scolds Abigail and she simply retreats with her hands in the air. Jonna’s trying to shake off the cobwebs while Sela’s recuperating. Austin gathers herself, glares at Lindsay, but instead, she backs up and tags Cross in. Cross enters the ring and rushes Lindsay with a forearm shot to the face, knocking her off the apron. He then focuses on Lark who’s back on her feet and he catches her with a Greco-Roman throw. Lark goes down, but before Cross can proceed with his offense, Lindsay jumps onto the ring apron and argues with El Alguacil about the former Saint of Bones’ cheap shot. With a glare, Cross advances on Lindsay and tries to grab her, but she jumps down from the apron and taunts him. This gives Lark the opportunity to deliver a low blow on Cross while the referee is still distracted!

The fans boo loudly as Cross doubles over in agony. Lark “slowly” gets to her feet, just as the referee turns around, and tags Lindsay in as she’s back in their corner. Sela stalks Damon as he’s slow to gather himself. She then leg sweeps the back of his leg while Abigail connects with a meteora, completing one of Salacious Intent’s tag-team signatures! When Abigail goes for the cover and hooks the leg, Jonna interrupts the count with a stomp to the back of her head. Before the referee can argue, Sela grabs Jonna by her hair and throws her out of the ring. Meanwhile, Abigail shakes off the interruption and she begins to isolate Damon with assaults. Salacious Intent tag each other in to continuously perform double-team attacks on the Champion. With Abigail tagged back in once again, she performs her signature Springboard Bulldog and drops Damon onto the mat! She covers him, but again Jonna interrupts the count.

This time, however, the referee gets to Austin before Lark can, sending Cross’ Challenger back to her corner. Lark swiftly retreats, while Lindsay scoffs and gathers Cross. It’s a complete shock when Cross suddenly seizes Lindsay and drives her onto the mat with “White Thunder Bomb” (ala Hiashi Shinsuma’s Pop-Up Sit-Out Powerbomb)! The fans are on their feet with cheers, but Cross falls back, unable to pin Lindsay. El Alguacil begins to count the two of them. Lindsay is stirring while Cross is slowly gathering himself from SI’s onslaught. Because of this, Lindsay’s able to get to her feet and she moves to tag in Lark. She does, but before Lark can stop Cross, he leaps forward and tags Austin in! Austin charges in and surprises Lark with “Devilish Love” (Whirlybird Headscissors), sending her out of the ring! Lindsay tries to retaliate, but Austin counters with “Returned Fate” (Twist of Fate)! Jonna plays to the crowd and even yells--

Jonna Austin: BEHOLD THE KINGDOM!

--and watches the referee check on Abigail. While this is happening, Sela climbs back into the ring -- with a baseball bat! From his team’s corner, Damon sees this and moves into the ring. Sela swings for Jonna’s head right as she turns around, but Damon protects her and takes the shot to his temple instead! With Abigail rolled out of the ring, el Alguacil turns and sees Sela with the baseball bat in her hands and Damon down on the mat. He hesitates to make the disqualification call, yet despite Sela trying to swing it once more at Jonna, she evades and capitalizes with “G2” (ala Stone Cold Stunner)! Sela’s down, the bat rolls out of the ring, and Jonna covers her for the three-count at last!


Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winners of the match… the team of JONNA AUSTIN AND DAMON CROSS!

Jim Reynolds: YEAH, BEHOLD THE KINGDOM! WOO! Go, go, Jonna-baby!

Nick Hanson: You wouldn’t be celebrating if it wasn’t for Damon’s sacrifice play, Jim! Still, what a great victory over Salacious Intent!


"Your Sweet Six Six Six" by H.I.M. resonates from the PA system as Jonna rises up. She looks towards Damon who’s slowly getting to his feet. When the ringside official hands the gold back to the referee, Jonna snatches it away from el Alguacil! She looks down at it with a smile on her face. The fans don’t like this, going between cheers and boos. Abigail manages to help Sela out of the ring and the two of them head to the back. Once he’s on his feet, Damon glares at Jonna and mouths a few words the camera’s mic can’t pick up. Before he physically reacts, however, Jonna actually hands the Champion his title. Some of the fans are confused, though they show their appreciation with cheers. Damon looks down at his belt and then looks up to Jonna.

Jonna Austin: Thanks for the save.

Ah, the baseball bat shot he took for her! Cross is about to say something, but Austin dismisses herself from the ring and proudly walks up the ramp. Her music continues to play, all the while Cross stares at her from inside of the ring. Soon she turns around and the two of them make eye contact. There’s a strange respect between the Champion and his Challenger.

Jim Reynolds: You see? The Kingdom’s not all that bad, Nick!

Nick Hanson: I never said-- ...you know what? I’ll accept that. On behalf of Jim Reynolds, I’m Nick Hanson and we’ll see you at Cruel Summer II!