NFW Collision #111 - 11/02/2021!

We cut to the backstage area as we see Josh Davidson followed by the cameraman into a locker room that looks trashed and Johnny Towers is sat on a couch in front of a tv showing last week's Collision of him attacking Sylvia Lopez.

Josh Davidson: Excuse me Mr. Towers you asked to see me.

Johnny Towers: Yeah pull up a fucking seat and take a look at this shit, its real good.

Josh moves some beer cans and other trash aside sitting next to Johnny.

Johnny Towers: Hey check this out, you can watch this shit in slow motion.

At a press of a button he shows the moment he stomps on Sylvia's throat laughing maniacally during.

Josh Davidson: That was a brutal attack, why are you taking so much pleasure from it?

Johnny turns his head sharply making Josh jump a little, making Johnny laugh.

Johnny Towers: Don't worry silly bollocks, I'm not gonna hurt ya.

Josh Davidson: Thanks for that Johnny, now I have to ask why are you targeting the Crusade to begin with?

Johnny Towers: Because big bad champ don't like to be called out the daffy chicken fucker, then after that the guy kept on calling me out in tweets which he never tagged me in, guy talks about me being a coward but he cant use an at symbol on twitter.

Josh Davidson: I wanted to ask you about what you said last week on Collision about the secret suspension.

Johnny Towers: Yeah general muppet Luthor banned me from the building during the tournament, didn't tell anyone apart from big boy Brody apparently but ya got ta think they told their favourite person Cross about it also, then Tres comes along and takes the title shot for wrestlewar well whoop de fucking do who cares, but i got no ill will towards him he can go try and kill Cross all he wants its something i think will be great fucking fun, just hope he leaves enough for me afterwards.

Josh Davidson: So you believe you should have gotten a shot at him even though you haven't been here long?

Johnny Towers: I dont give a fuck how long i havent been here for when a man fucking calls ya out you take action, and hes talked so much shit he should start a manure farm.

Josh Davidson: Well ok then, just one more question...Well maybe more, what are you doing?

While he was speaking Johnny had gotten up and was checking around the sides of the tv.

Johnny Towers: Just checking to see if this is one of those TVs which has no fucking buttons around it, and it isnt. Thats fucking perfect.

Johnny gets to the point where it shows Sylvia's blood covered face in fear of the stretcher.

Johnny Towers: Some of my best fucking work if I say so myself.

Suddenly Towers turns and throws the TV remote off the wall smashing it to pieces

Josh Davidson: Dude why are you trashing your locker room so much?

Johnny Towers: Who said it was mine?

Laughing, he walks over to Josh handing him something before walking out of the room and his face turns a little pale looking at it.

Josh Davidson: Damon Cross… Oh damn he won't be happy about this.

Sierra Silver vs. Keiji Sugiwara

The Sendai crowd all hoot and holler when the Osaka-born Keiji Sugiwara stands toe-to-toe with much-beloved “Sister Sin” Sierra Silver. The two shake hands with smiles on their faces before the match officially begins. Then, the referee for tonight’s first contest, Boxcar Jones, calls for the bell.


After the timekeeper does her job, the happy-go-lucky “supervillain” strikes first. Her hook hits Keiji on the jaw! He hits her back. Then Sierra. Then Keiji. Sierra. Keiji. Sierra. Keiji. Sierra runs back. Bounce off the ropes. She attempts the Greenheart (running double-knee facebreaker), but Sugiwara dodges it! He tries for the Osaka Cutter, but Sierra pushes him off of her before he can pull her down. Keiji falls to his knees to drape over the second rope, and Silver calls for the SI-1-9! The Japanese audience loudly supports the Gen Z Iowa-native as she runs at him with all her speed! Just when Sierra swings around the ropes, Sugiwara leans back to avoid the tiger feint kick, then hits a spinning back kick to the woman’s kneecap to make her fall off the apron with her chin connecting with the apron! The impact makes her back bump to ringside, squirming in pain as she holds her jaw.

The audience’s support is split equally between the two as Keiji slowly climbs the turnbuckle. When he reaches the top, he hits a senton atomico otherwise known as Sierra Silver’s finisher maneuver she calls Silver Sun Rising right here in Japan! Everyone in the building collectively oofs when the high-angle senton bomb connects. Sierra cries out in pain, gathering sympathy from her fanbase when the millennial drops a knee on her throat. Then another. Then another. The side of Silver’s neck starts to turn reddish-pink. He picks her up and throws her back in the ring, quickly climbing in to catch her in a cobra clutch when she sits up.

The submission chokes Sierra with her own arm, compressing the carotid artery. Boxcar couches beside her to check if she surrenders, while Keiji targets the already reddened neck of his opponent. Those who favor Sierra Silver in the Sendai Sun Plaza stomp their feet and chant her name with passion as if to will her to her feet, and it works! Silver’s eyes open wide as she climbs to a standing position with her inner elbow still tightly pulled against her neck. Her free arm windmills desperately for a way to escape until she spots the turnbuckle. Running at the corner, she jumps and bounces her feet to roll Keiji onto his back, but the cobra clutch is still locked in!


Keiji rolls his shoulder as the submission continues to tighten. Sierra’s legs run while her side’s on the floor like an evil puppy dreaming of fun at the park, but it doesn’t take her anywhere! With aching groans, Sierra finally manages to pull herself into a sit, and then stands like she did before. The light in her eyes started to go dim as she begins to lose consciousness. Her devious minions in the audience grow in volume as she suddenly gains the strength to rush at the turnbuckle, lower her head, and then spin around to slam Sugiwara back-first into the turnbuckle as her upper body straightens out again! With the cobra clutch broken, Sierra runs at the opposite corner as fast as she can, bounces off the corner with a boot on the bottom turnbuckle, then rushes back to hit her Greenheart (running double-knee facebreaker) signature! With tonight’s hero down, the evildoer shakes off her arm and cranks her neck before she climbs the turnbuckle where Keiji just leaned against before. The audience cheers loud as she points towards the fans, then hits her Silver Sun Rising (high-angle senton bomb) that flows right into a pin combination on impact!!


Yuusuke Takeda: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu. Pinfōru de, kore made de mottomo jaakuna chō akuyaku, Sshiera Shirubādesu!

Nick Hanson: Another win in a row for Sierra Silver!

Jim Reynolds: Yuusuke didn’t call her evil did he?

Nick Hanson: Probably.

Jim Reynolds: It’s not true, Yuusuke!

Nick Hanson: Oh stop it!

Static hits the speakers, like someone tuning an old radio, the faintest opening of "Heaven Don't Want Me" playing through the white noise. As soon as the guitar hits, "Behold the Kingdom" fills the 'tron, and Tren Descarrilado steps onto the stage to the roar of the crowd. They still couldn't believe he'd come back at all, let alone so soon after the medical condition that had sidelined the Train Wreck back in May. The Man Who Feels No Pain made his way down to the ring, stopping for a moment before getting a short running start to leap up onto the apron. The crowd is still roaring their approval at the return of the most dangerous man in NFW as he steps between the ropes, striding across the ring to grab a microphone from a tech at ringside. He goes back to the center of the ring, lifting the microphone back to his lips as his music fades out.

Tren Descarrilado: I'm back, motherfuckers!

The crowd roars again, and the Hispanic monster of a man smirks, nodding his head before bringing the mic back up. The crowd immediately goes silent again.

Tren Descarrilado: Six months. Six months I've been away. Turns out a little bit of blood on the brain ain't such a good thing, eh?

He starts to pace, running his hand through his long hair and beard. He's shaking his head as he continues.

Tren Descarrilado: When I left, I was number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship. Now, I called our glorious leader to have a little chat as soon as I was cleared by my medical team.

The emphasis on having his own medical team isn't lost on the crowd. Tren having Congenital Analgesia meant he was on 24 hour watch by a group of professionals he had to keep on payroll.

Tren Descarrilado: We had a little chat. See. Callaway is a straight shooting motherfucker, dig? I told him what I wanted, he agreed, and I came back. Now I've been watching the entire time I've been out. Seeing these people who have no reason to be challenging for Cross' title getting free shots, only to get stopped cold in their tracks by the Redeemer Damon Cross.

The crowd cheers again at the name of the World Champion, but Tren is quick to continue.

Tren Descarrilado: If you like that shit, pay attention.

The big man turns to the closest camera to him, staring into it with no emotion on his face other than absolute determination.

Tren Descarrilado: I trust you, Crow. We've gone to war. Taken each other to the absolute limit. Grown a massive amount of respect for each other. You and your family came to see me while I was at my worst. One could say we're almost pals, yeah?

He smirks, nodding his head at the crowds approval.

Tren Descarrilado: That ain't changed. But what I called Luthor about? What got me to come back while we were touring in Japan?

Tren turns back to the crowd.

Tren Descarrilado: IS THAT I'M STILL THE MOTHERFUCKIN NUMBER ONE CONTENDER!

The crowd loses it, screaming in approval at the prospect of Descarrilado vs Cross III. Tren looks fired up, grabbing the top rope and shaking the hell out of it before coming back to the mic.

Tren Descarrilado: But we ain't fightin tonight on Collision. Oh no. You and me Crow?

The crowd goes silent, waiting for the news. Tren looks around, flexing a bit before bringing the microphone back up to his lips.

Tren Descarrilado: Tren Descarrilado. Damon Cross. The Man Who Feels No Pain vs the Redeemer for the NFW World Heavyweight Championship… at motherfucking WRESTLEWAR!

He throws the microphone back over his shoulder, flexing his muscles with a roar as the arena goes absolutely insane. Tren's music hits as he circles the ring, climbing up onto each turnbuckle and mouthing "I'm back motherfuckers" from each corner before making his way back to the floor and up the ramp.
Backstage, the members of the Crusade, NFW World Heavyweight Champion Damon Cross, Ronnie “Wicked” Lester, Danni Anderson and Leina Rael, come down the hallway and stop at the door to their dressing room. As they come to the already open door, they stop in their tracks at the devastation inside.

Ronnie Lester: ”The fu...varmint drank all the beer…

Ronnie catches himself, remembering that Leina is there. Chances are, though, she’ll say it herself in a few moments when she gets a look at the destructive disarray. Damon certainly isn’t shy with his thoughts on that matter.

Leina Rael-Debaillion (≖︿≖♥) What the fuck!?

This isn’t the first time their dressing room has been ruined. However, that doesn’t ease the emotions of the members whatsoever.

Danni Debaillion (◕︿◕✿) This is awful… Who could have done this?

Damon Cross: ”That mongrel piece of shit… Towers...”

If it were just the beer, it wouldn’t be as much of an issue. But posters are torn down, some of them defaced, the tables are overturned and the contents of the lockers are scattered everywhere. There is no question of who did it or why, and Damon’s hands clench as though they’re seeking someone’s neck.

Damon Cross: ”Let’s make sure nothing important is missing.”

They start looking around the room.

Ronnie Lester: ”Aside from my beer, I don’t see anything, what about y’all?

Damon is checking the items tossed from the lockers, strewn about the room. Sylvia’s stuff is there as well, which is part of where Damon’s concern comes from. He stands up after a few moments of digging around… then turns and punches the locker, the door rattling hard from the impact. The metal is slightly dented. Both Danni and Leina jump from the sound.

Damon Cross: ”Her book isn’t here.”

Ronnie Lester: ”Shit…

Damon Cross: ”If that pseudo-cockney wanker has it, I’m going to rip him a new one. No… scratch that.”

Damon goes over to the counter and reaches under it, retrieving a weapon that looks like a baseball bat with nails hammered into the ‘business end’.

Damon Cross: ”I’m going to do that anyway.”

Ronnie Lester: ”Not if I do it first!

Chuckling, Damon flips the weapon and catches it just below the augmented area, pointing the handle at Ronnie.

Damon Cross: ”Here. Take mine.”

Ronnie accepts it and snickers back.

Ronnie Lester: ”I mean, I do get me a piece of that bastard in a few minutes here. This is just gonna make it sweeter.

Damon Cross: ”Just remember: if you break it?”

He claps Ronnie on the shoulder.

Damon Cross: ”Good.”

Ronnie laughs.

Ronnie Lester: ”Least y’all didn’t say “buy it… “

Damon Cross: ”I’ll just make another.”

Ronnie nods.

Ronnie Lester: ”Alrighty, let’s go light this fucker up!

Damon nods and they all head out to the Gorilla Position to get ready for Ronnie’s match with Johnny Towers.

Ronnie Lester vs. Johnny F’n Towers

After Yuusuke Takeda introduces Johnny FN Towers, the fans here in Sendai collectively respond with boos. One of the camera’s mics is able to pick up his confession to the Crusade’s dressing room vandalism. He’s so proud of it too. But it’s when some of the fans begin to cheer that stirs confusion. Within the crowd, Ronnie Lester comes out of nowhere and attacks him! They battle through the parting crowd and make their way towards ringside. Soon, Ronnie ducks one of Johnny’s closed-fist punches and dropkicks him over the barricade. As soon as Johnny rises to his feet, Ronnie leaps upon the barricade and nearly takes his head off with a flying clothesline! The fans cheer as Wicked rolls forward and jumps to his feet. Referee Heather Young tries to argue with them to get in the ring.

Grabbing Towers, Lester rolls him into the ring and follows after him. Young signals for the bell and the official start of the match. Lester’s offense continues, sending Towers into one of the corners with an Irish whip. He follows up with a running knee strike to the corner, stunning Towers. With a technical surprise, Lester flows between forearm strikes and spin kicks. He ends with “The Mark of Cain” (Step-Up Enzuigiri) and Towers falls forward! The fans applaud the signature move as Lester goes for the cover and hooks the leg, but Towers kicks out at two. Just as Lester moves to pull him up, Towers rakes him in the eye. The staggering allows Towers to return fire with stiff forearms and a Lou Thesz press that chains together mounted punches. Lester manages to kick him off after a short time, but when he tries to get up, Towers retaliates with his signature Running Big Boot to Lester’s head while he’s kneeling! Now Towers goes for the cover, but Lester also kicks out at two.

The fans are not impressed with Johnny when he spits on Ronnie’s face. He reaches down, grabs ahold of Ronnie’s luscious locks, and forces him to his feet. He levels Ronnie with his signature Ultra Stiff Headbutt, dropping him onto the mat -- while still holding his hair! This is met with loud boos, though Johnny tells the audience to “SHUT THE FUCK UP!” A few strands of Ronnie’s hair are ripped out and Johnny places his right boot on his chest. The mocking pin attempt, however, only receives a two count. Johnny glares at the referee, but Heather just raises two fingers. With a growl, Johnny lifts Ronnie to his feet and sends him towards one of the corners of the ring with an Irish whip. Ronnie hits the turnbuckles, but when Johnny charges him, the Wicked of the Crusade counters with “The Guilty Pleasure” (Body Press Cutter)! Both men are down and the fans applaud the quick thinking.

Young’s official count begins and slowly, Lester pulls himself up using the ropes. Towers is not too far behind, starting to recover and try to get to his feet. They’re up at around the same time, stopping the count, and they immediately attack each other. A flurry of blows, stiff punches and kicks, a brawl of intense hate! The fans enjoy the back-and-forth action as Lester and Towers nearly forget this is a wrestling match. Just when it looks like Lester has the upper hand, Towers seizes him by the hair once again and knife-edge chops his throat! Lester staggers back and coughs. When Young tries to get Towers to back off, Towers yells at her face and threatens her. The two of them argue for a moment, but the fans are concerned for Young.

Before he can lay his hands on her, however, Ronnie seizes Johnny and launches him to the opposite corner with an Irish whip. He quickly follows up with “Wicked Air” (Poetry In Motion), driving Johnny chest-first against the turnbuckles! While Towers slumps over, Lester backpedals to check on Young. The camera closest to Towers seems to catch something, but… Lester advances on Towers and pulls him away from the corner. That’s when Towers blasts him right in the temple -- with his thumbtacks-glued brass knuckles! Lester falls onto the mat with a resounding THUD and Young immediately signals for the bell!


Yuusuke Takeda: Go resseki no minasama, shikkaku no kekka, shiai no shōsha… Ronī `Jaakuna' Resutā!

Nick Hanson: Oh, what the hell! That was completely unnecessary, Towers!

Jim Reynolds: You gonna go up there and tell him that, Nicky boy?! Johnny’s sending a message to the Crusade!

Soon, blood leaves from the punctures on Ronnie’s temple. Young tries to interject, but she’s scared away when Johnny raises the brass knuckles towards her. Once she’s completely out of the ring, Johnny mounts Ronnie and levels him with vicious blows all over his body! Blood is drawn with almost every shot and the fans watch in horror as he makes a victim out of another member of the Crusade.


The fans roar with cheers as the NFW World Heavyweight Champion emerges through the curtains and rushes down the ramp. His daughter, Leina, also emerges through the curtains, but she’s quickly restrained by her mother Danielle. Johnny sees this and swiftly exits the ring just as Damon enters it, laughing with such cruelty. When Damon, too, exits the ring, however, Johnny escapes through the crowd in a hurry! With Johnny gone, Danni and Leina head down the ramp, while Damon rolls himself back into the ring. The three of them check on Ronnie who’s barely conscious and a couple of medics quickly make their way to them.

Jim Reynolds: Cowards! Trying to ambush Johnny Fuckin’ Towers while he’s just doing what he does best!

Nick Hanson: Shut the hell up, Jim! Ronnie Lester didn’t deserve THAT. Damon Cross did the right thing in coming out to rescue him.

Jim Reynolds: A little too late, though. The damage has been done! HAHA!

The fans are deeply concerned for Lester as Cross’s “Rise” by State of Mine continues to play. The Redeemer is furious, though he decides against chasing after Towers to stay with his friend. Upon closer inspection, Mrs. Debaillion’s right hand clenched into a tight, trembling fist.

The camera opens up on Ashley Kenyon standing all alone in what appears to be a broom closet with a single naked bulb dangling from the ceiling. Ashley hakes her head, visibly disgusted by the entire situation.

Ashley Kenyon: The Children…

She nods slowly, pointedly.

Ashley Kenyon: And I happen to date one….

Slowly, she looks up to the camera.

Ashley Kenyon: So, what does that mean now?

A harsh glare washes over her face.

Ashley Kenyon: It means the same thing it meant before, anyone who ain’t family can fuck right off! Ain’t nobody’s business what I talk about with my girlfriend! You want to know what they're up to, ask them! They usually not shy about it and can’t shut up about it. Hell, I been hearin’ about it for years ever since Joshua McBride bumped into me in that alley outside of Prey! Right now, it’s a domestic dispute between Kate and Anton and when and if she wants or needs help, she’ll fucking ask for it but until then…

She nods and pounds the wall.

Ashley Kenyon: Ain’t nobody’s business but theirs!

Jansen Myrrh vs. TAURUS

There’s no lock-up in this one as both come right to the center of the ring and the fight is one as Jansen strikes first with a hard chop to the chest of TAURUS. The big man comes back with a vicious forearm and the back and forth is on, chops from Jansen, forearms from TAURUS. The chops to the chest sting and every one seems to echo through the building, but every forearm from the massive TAURUS STAGGERS Jansen for a bit. TAURUS is about to fire one off when he’s caught with a thumb to the eye, then a kick to the midsection before he’s whipped across the ropes. TAURUS comes flying back at Jansen, running through her with a massive shoulder tackle as he uses his incredible size to shift momentum right back in his favor. Jansen is up fairly quickly, but a clothesline followed by a big scoop slam and a jumping elbow drop put her down for a 2 count. TAURUS stays on the attack as he brings Jansen up and high into the air for a vertical suplex. TAURUS turns towards Cayla and gives her the thumbs up as he holds Jansen in the air and flexes before driving her down onto the canvas. Jansen rolls towards the corner and TAURUS smirks as he backs up into the opposite corner. With Jansen up to her feet, the big man charges in and hits a teeth-chattering European uppercut, then a picture-perfect enziguri which is quickly followed by a swinging side slam before TAURUS finishes off The Display of his athletic prowess with a split-legged moonsault. TAURUS goes right into the cover


TAURUS is furious with Boxcar Jones when he doesn’t count the three, but he assures him it was only two. TAURUS fumes as he picks Jansen Myyrh up by the air and catches a cross chop to the throat. Jansen stomps on his foot, kicks him in the midsection, and hits a big DDT. Jansen takes the chance to catch her breath and shake the cobwebs before she rakes the eyes of the big man as he’s getting to his feet. Myrrh follows up with a quick swinging neckbreaker and a cover for a 2 count. TAURUS moves to the ropes, but as soon as he’s to his feet, Jansen is there with another stinging chop to the chest of the big man. Jansen follows with a hard right hand, then another chop, another punch, and then she grabs the little bit of hair he has and rakes his face across the top rope. Jansen bites the nose of TAURUS, drawing some admonishment from Boxcar, but she doesn’t seem to care as she delivers some boxing-style body blows. The big man is staggered and stunned as Jansen runs to the ropes, runs past him, hits the ropes, comes back to the other side and with that added momentum, she throws a Lariat From Hell that looks like it could take TAURUS’ head off. Jansen scurries over to make the cover after landing nearly a foot away from her opponent


Jansen looks at Boxcar with murderous intent, but he swears it was just two. Jansen shakes it off and gets set for a second lariat, but before she can take off, Cayla grabs her foot. Jansen turns and takes a swing at Cayla, then turns right into a massive clothesline from TAURUS. THE Big Bull pulls Jansen up by her hair and quickly looks to give her a bit of Her Majesty’s Pleasure. Before TAURUS can get the devastating torture rack fully applied, Jansen gouges at his eyes, slips off, and then takes both of them to the outside with a Cactus Clothesline. Boxcar look at the floor, both competitors laying in a heap and he starts the count.


Jansen is the first to work to her feet as TAURUS definitely took the worst of it. Jansen doesn’t go for TAURUS, instead, she punches Cayla Phoenix right in the face, kicks her in the midsection, grabs her by the hair, and runs her into the stairs as Boxcar reaches a count of EIGHT! THE Big Bull is up and catches Jansen with a running European uppercut as Boxcars count is up to ELEVEN! The striking battle is back on with chops and forearms from both


At the count of FIFTEEN, Jansen sends TAURUS over the barricade with a sloppy looking running dropkick. Jansen follows as Boxcars count reaches SEVENTEEN! TAURUS is back up and once again they are trading shots.



Yuusuke Takeda: Kono shiai wa, daburukauntoauto no kekka, kontesuto nashi to sengen sa remashita.

Jim Reynolds: This match is over, but these two are still fighting. They’ve gone father into the crowd now

Nick Hanson: Clearly these two have a lot of aanimosity towards each other. I’m not surprised this happened, but look Cayla Phoenix has a chair.

Cayla Phoenix does indeed have a chair and she smashes it right across the back of Jansen Myrrh, stopping her next bit of offense. Cayla hits a second and a third before she yells at TAURUS to break that bitch in half. THE Big Bull steps back a bit, then tears through Jansen with the Big Bull Charge as Cayla has moved through the crowd and gotten up onto a ledge. TAURUS looks back and grabs Jansen by the hair again. The big man grabs the chair and jams it into the ribs of Jansen before he grabs her hair once more and pulls her back towards Cayla. TAURUS drops the chair down and brings Jansen up into the electric chair position. Cayla dives off with an amazing Comet Drop, sending Jansen face-first into the chair as the crowd explodes with cheers for the incredible move. TAURUS helps Cayla to her feet as that crazy dive definitely hurt her a bit as well, but with her revenge on Jansen, THE Beautification Movement contingent heads to the back as refs and EMTs come to check on Jansen. It takes a good minute before Jansen is able to sit up, and she’s been busted open. That Bitch quickly shoves away the refs and EMTs, grabs the chair that was used against her, and uses that to get to her feet. Jansen stumbles and staggers, but she somehow walks out on her own.

The crowd talks among themselves until Halestorm's "I Like It Heavy" hits the speakers. There's a mixed reaction as Sela and Abigail strut out without their bikes this time. They show off on the ramp and move slowly down the ramp, taunting the audience the whole time. Sela shakes her head at them while Abigail blows them a teasing kiss. As they get to the ring, they get on the apron and pose together. They get in the ring and Abigail holds their attention while Sela gets two mics. She hands one to Abigail as their music fades.

Sela Rica-Lark: Oh yes we know you missed us. You missed slavering at our irresistible bodies. Oh yes you wanted to get pinned by me and held down by Abi last week. We know what you wanted.

Sela breaks out into laughter.

Sela Rica-Lark: And while all that is true still you will never manage it. None of you are able to play the way we do. You are all just like the Queen's Guard, caught up in the superiority of your group, you as the NFW universe who think you have such power over us. Allow us to correct both yours and the Queen Guard's mistakes. There isn't a power beyond us. There isn't anyone or any group any longer who can get one over on us anymore.

Abigail brings her microphone to her lips.

Abigail Lindsey: “I would say amen to that but I’m not a religious aficionado so I’ll say damn right instead.”

Abigail giggles.

Abigail Lindsey: “The past two weeks have been a bit anticlimactic I must say. A part of me expected more from Jamie and Lluvia. Two straight weeks, two straight disappointments. All the hoopla surrounding the Queens Guard was just that.. hoopla.

Abigail shrugs her shoulders.

Abigail Lindsey: “Was that really the best you can do? All the anticipation, all the hoopla just to fizzle out like many men and women’s wet dreams knowing they can’t touch Sela and I. So much for the great all powerful Queen’s Guard? What should we do now, Sela?

Sela has to stop and think for a moment.

Sela Rica-Lark: For the first time, I'm at a loss. Why should we lower ourselves to them if they can't even back up their own hype? It makes sense why the Valkyries are the best in the Kingdom. Maybe we should go find them and play with them instead. It'd be so much more worth it than the Queen's Guard after those dismal showings.

A bright smile forms on Abigail's face.

Abigail Lindsey: Couldn’t agree more Muh Queen.

Sela Rica-Lark:[ Well then let's-

"Flesh and Bone" by Zombies 2 Cast plays; the crowd erupts as the Queen’s Guard music plays. Abigail and Sela are on high alert as they prepare to the oncoming attack. QG doesn’t show. Abigail whispers something to Sela before she departs the ring. Just then Queen’s Guard hops over the barricade, slides under the ring. Jamie and Lluv pounce on Sela to the crowd’s delight. Abigail is outside watching as Jamie and Lluv lay the boots to Sela. Abi doesn’t look all too worried. She drops down to the floor, searching under the ring for an object.

Finally Jamie and Lluv look in Abigail's direction. They urge the red hair to come into the ring.
Jamie can be heard saying “You’re going to leave Sela in here?”

Abigail smirks as she can be heard saying “Sela loves pain silly.”

As she finishes her sentence, Abigail slides into the ring with a kendo stick. Jamie meets her, Abigail manages to crack Jamie in the ribs. Lluv goes to help her partner. Sela grabs her leg, distracting her long enough for Abi to crack Lluv in the ribs. This gives Sela time to rise back to her feet. Abi irish whips Lluv into the corner. She charges, Lluv gets out the way, Abigail hits the turnbuckle. Lluv starts wailing away at Abigail.
Sela and Jamie go at it. They are trading blows. Sela goes for a clothesline. Jamie ducks. She kicks Sela in the ribs. Jamie is about to hit the G2. Sela pushes her off. Sela tackles Jamie to the mat. Both women alternate the mount position as they are getting in some very solid shots.

Back in the corner while all this is going on, Lluv ascends to the middle turnbuckle. She gets in shots on Abigial as the crowd chants


Before they can reach 6, Abigail manages to push Lluv off her. Lluv charges at Abi, the redhead using her own momentum against her by drop toe holding Lluv so her face collides on the middle turnbuckle. Abigail goes to help Sela out. Lluv doesn’t take long to recover. She tackles Abigail to the mat. Before the action can get further out of hand, officials from the back storm the ring to break up the brawl. Took a bit of work, but they managed to do so.

Sela and Abigail roll under the bottom rope. Jamie and Lluv stare at Salacious Intent. Queen’s Guard urges them to get back in the ring. Abi and Sela look at each other. Both smile. Both women opt the live the fight another day approach. The crowd isn’t too keen on the brawl not continuing.

Moe Renhuan vs. Katie Anderson ©

As always, Katie Anderson, the defending champion, offered a handshake before the opening bell. Moe Renhuan wasn’t having it, though and kicked Katie’s hand away. The crowd booed The Kingdom member as Katie shook her head and turned back to confront Moe but as soon as she did, Moe was in her face, firing off with wild slaps and open palm strikes. Katie covered up as Moe backed her into the ropes and the referee called for a break. Moe lifted her hands and took a step back before nailing Katie in the chest with a cheap chop. The crowd booed as Moe continued to showcase her more aggressive side since her return to wrestling, focusing heavily on her kicks and knee strikes, before moving onto her higher impact moves. Moe eventually hit a sit out Jawbreaker on Katie before popping up to her feet and then up into the air for a leaping Hurricanrana into a double leg hook.


Moe picked Katie up and laid into her with more knees and forearms before setting up for a Snapmare Neckbreaker but Katie came to her senses and shoved Moe away, leading the Anime Assassin to turn around right into an enziguri that sent her stumbling away. Katie made it to her feet and grabbed Moe to hit a Russian Leg Sweep. Katie floated over from that into another cover, hooking Moe’s leg.


Moe kicks out and the match continues as Katie worked on Moe with further offense, delivering an Irish Whip into a Tilt-A-Whirl Slam, before picking her up for a DDT. She picked Moe up for a Powerbomb next but Moe countered with another Hurricanrana that sent Katie through the ropes to the outside. Katie hit the outside and started getting to her feet but Moe hit the ropes and took her down to the floor with a Tope Suicida and they began brawling on the outside. This was where Moe excelled more, using the apron and even the commentary table to spring off and take Katie to the floor with a Tornado DDT. She threw Katie back into the ring and hit the apron for a Gundam Hammer (Top Rope Flipping Axe Kick). She hooked the leg for a cover.


But Katie got the foot on the bottom rope! Moe picked Katie up and hit a ripcord European Uppercut, staggering her before she hit the turnbuckle for Big Bang Attack (Triangle Codebreaker) and got all of it! Katie hit the mat and Moe pointed to the corner, calling for the end! She climbed up to the top turnbuckle and threw the middle fingers to the sky, the crowd, then down to Katie before soaring off the turnbuckle for Crimson F*cker (Double Rotation Shooting Star Press). Moe rotated through the air, came down and WHAM!!! ….Katie got the knees up for the block!!! Moe clutched her rubs as she bounced up and down to the mat. Katie grabbed the ropes, pulling herself to her feet as Moe rolled up onto all fours. With Moe working to get back to her feet after the missing the Crimson F*cker, Katie hit the ropes one more time and ran in to deliver Bad Street Blues (Curbstomp) to score the cover and a pinfall!


Yuusuke Takeda: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu. Pinfōru de, soredemo NFW Jeneshisu Chanpion... Utsukushī hito... Keiti Andāson!

Nick Hanson: And once again, The Beautiful One retains the Genesis Championship!!!! Way to go!!

Jim Reynolds: Booooo!!!! I call foul, Nicky!!

Nick Hanson: Of course you would, Jim. Can’t deny the results!

Back to the ring where Matt Shields stands in his wrestling gear with what looks like a trainee perhaps making their debut tonight here in the Sendai Sun Plaza. Shields had kept the same gear as previous, not changing a single thing. His guest in the ring donned the traditional black trunks and boots, but he did have one wild mane of hair a nice goatee, and a large frame.

Matt Shields: Kon'nichiwa Sendai, Darasu wa kon'nichiwa to iimasu.

That pops a few fans and Shields points out two people in the fourth row.

Matt Shields: Ā, Jirō, hana, anata wa sore o tsukurimashita. Enzō Ichibanchō ni itte mite kudasai

They give him the thumbs up and he smiles a little bit.

Matt Shields: Now so all the people who don’t know this wonderful language can understand me and the translator can keep his job, I’m gonna speak in English. For those Gaijin here who haven’t learned it, take your asses to Enzo Ichibancho and enjoy. Now to business. It seems there are still some folks who don’t believe me when I say that I am the best god damned wrestler on this planet. I was hoping for an opponent tonight to prove that against, didn’t happen, but lucky me, I found Sendai’s own Sajin Kurosaki at the Monster Tenryu dojo and he was ready to go. To show that I am exactly what I say, I will only attack the arm of this young man, we will use the pure rules of three rope breaks, NFW already smartly employs twenty-second count outs, though I will not need that. The match will end when one of us taps out.

Sajin’s eyes go a little wide at that last part as Shields signals for the bell. Kurosaki circles and moves in for a lock-up, trying to use his 6’3 245 frame to power Shields back, but Shields uses his momentum, trips him up, and wrenches the arm. Shields has complete control of the wrist, wrenches the arm, and drops it down across his shoulder. Kurosaki can’t even pull his arm back before Shields is on him again with the arm wrench and he’s into the hammerlock. Sajin goes to the ropes and Shields releases, holds up three fingers, and drops one down. Kurosaki comes back in and the arm is taken with ease. Shields grabs the hammerlock and quickly transitions into an arm-trapped Russian leg sweep. Shields hammerlock the opposite arm and reaches for the other, but Kurosaki scrambles to grab the rope. Shields releases again, takes a step back, holds up two fingers, and drops all but his middle one. Kurosaki jumps up and charges in with a lariat, Shields ducks it, grabs the arm, delivers a European Uppercut then goes into a hammerlock and hits an arm trapped belly to back suplex. Shields seemed set to end it there with the Whispers of Azathoth, but Kurosaki is able to get the ropes once more, but that’s the third and final one. Shields fakes like he’s gonna swing at Sajin, but when the rookie blocks, Shields takes the arm wrenches, hammerlock and quickly spins into a hammerlock DDT. Shields again hammerlocks the opposite arm and this time he gets the arm of Kurosaki and cranks back, almost ripping his shoulder out of the socket. Shields quickly transitions into the Whispers of Azathoth and he’s got Kurosaki spun around to the middle of the ring. The trainee quickly taps and Shields releases the hold. Shields steps back, allows Sajin Kurosaki to stand, and gives him a quick handshake. Shields grabs the mic and smirks.

Matt Shields: I know for a fact that this man was well trained. That’s why I chose him for this exhibition. To show everyone who doubts that I am the best god damned wrestler on this planet, that it is no damn lie. I did nothing but focus on a single limb and in less than three minutes, I forced him to reach for safety three times and then made him submit. I don’t need kendo sticks or chairs. I don’t need eye rakes, pokes, gouges, or any kind of chokes. I don’t need tacks, glass, tables, ladders, low blows, barbed wire, or even fire. I use those things because I enjoy them. I use those things because I enjoy hurting my opponents, but make no mistake, I don’t need them to hurt anyone. I don’t need them to win, and I don’t need them to prove I am exactly what I say I am in. In this ring, on this mat, between these fucking ropes, bell to bell, pillar to post, I am the fucking best, and God damned me a long time okay, so when I say what I am, you better fucking believe it and if not your better get ready to find out. My son asked for me a special birthday present, he said that anytime I wrestle over here, I wrestle clean and fair and only use weapons when allowed. Everywhere else, he said I should work on it. Kare wa ī musukodesu. I made him that promise and I hold my oaths sacred.

Shields tosses the mic back out towards the ring announcer and walks off with Sajin Kurosaki in tow.
We cut to the Kingdom’s locker room. They are all present and accounted for, minus Morgan who is still in the states at rehab. Jasmine is helping Marilyn prep for her match when Moe walks through the door. They all nod to her as she heads straight towards the showers. Marilyn looks at the camera and chuckles.

Marilyn Matthews: You know, I always find it hilarious that people LOVE to spout off about respecting the business. That they think it matters if you respect the business or your opponents. You want my respect, Ray-Ray? Fucking earn it. What have you done to earn mine, or the Kingdom’s as a whole, respect? It’s okay, I’ll wait...

Mary deadpans into the camera for a couple of moments.

Marilyn Matthews: Yeah, that’s what I thought. You guys tried this little war before, remember? All of TRICOS wanted to come at us and what happened? You were left all alone. Just a lone warrior standing against the tide. You make poor partner choices, poor LIFE choices, and expect to get this great amount of respect. You want it, little girl, do something that actually fucking matters.

Mary rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

Marilyn Matthews: You know, Ray-Ray, I get that you don’t like us. But, sweetie, jealousy is never, ever a good look. I get that you want to be me. That TRICOS wants so badly to be the Kingdom. But the way you are going about it is all wrong. You just look jealous and sad. But that’s fine. I have a feeling eventually I get to show you how we operate. Again.

Mary stands up and adjusts some of her gear. Jasmine slowly turns her head to look into the camera.

Jasmine Matthews: Milisandre. I know you are friends with Mary and even Morgan. But what you did to her. The torment. The torture. That was uncalled for. You hurt one of us. You hurt one of the people I love most.

A small smirk creeps onto Jasmine’s lips. A predatory gleam also comes to her eyes.

Jasmine Matthews: I am coming to collect. You have something that belongs to Morgan. Something that used to be mine. I don’t care who you think you are. Who you worship. I’m a Matthews. Take that fact to your “god.”

Mary stands beside Jasmine as the pair looks into the camera.

Marilyn Matthews: Behold...

Jasmine Matthews: The Kingdom.

With that Joanna and Jamie both step up and not so politely escort the cameraman from the locker room as the scene fades.

Tommy Janes vs. Kai Morgan

Morgan goes to try and take Janes down and gets hammered in the back with a big forearm smash for his trouble. Janes pulls Morgan up and starts to deliver Muay Thai knees to the face. Morgan tries to fight him off but Janes maintains his group and delivers another knee strike. Morgan is staggered and Janes flips him up into a sitout powerbomb. Janes holds for the cover.

Morgan kicks out.

Janes kicks Morgan in the head as the two start to get up and then starts throwing a flurry of strikes that sends Morgan stumbling back into the corner. Janes comes running in looking for a big lariat. Morgan ducks it and then rolls Janes up after the big man impacts the turnbuckles.

Janes kicks out.

Janes gets to his feet and throws Morgan into the corner. Morgan bounces off the turnbuckles and Janes catches him for a t-bone suplex. Morgan hits hard and almost bounces up to his feet. Janes catches him for a head and arm suplex. This time Morga lies there like he’s been shot after the landing and Janes covers.

Morgan gets a shoulder up.

Janes goes to pull Morgan up and gets pulled into an inside cradle.

Janes kicks out.

Morgan staggers up and tries to get some space but Janes runs him over with a lariat. Morgan goes down face first onto the mat and Janes grabs him in a waistlock for a deadlift bridging German suplex, holding for the cover.

Morgan gets a shoulder up just in time.

Janes gets Morgan up and gives him a flurry of strikes that pins him around so that Morgan is facing away from him. Janes grabs him by the wrist and pulls him for the short-arm clothesline to finish off Don’t Blink. Morgan goes down hard. Janes covers.

Morgan just barely gets a shoulder up.

Janes gets the man up and pulls him in to powerbomb position. Morgan headbutts up and then gets behind the now coughing Janes. Morgan runs him to the ropes or an O’Connor roll.


Yuusuke Takeda: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru de, hyaku man no kotoba no otoko, Kai Mōgan!

Jim Reynolds: Is that referee working for Zion Wrestling?!

Nick Hanson: Jim, you know Hiroki’s one of ours!

Jim Reynolds: How can be give the win to the GM of Zion’s Fusion then?!

Nick Hanson: Because Hiroki Tanaka’s one of the most professional officials in the business! He called it down the middle and Kai scored the victory!

Jim Reynolds: Shenanigans!! SHENANIGANS!!

Nick Hanson: Well folks, it’s been quite the show so far.

Jim Reynolds: It sure has, Nicky, and we’ve still got plenty of action left to go!

“Apocalypse Now" by Cro-Mags blasts out of the PA system and both Becca "Bruiser" Maguire and "Psycho" Saoirse Maguire walk out onto the stage from opposite sides. Stopping in the center, Bruiser drops to one knee in front of Psycho and makes the M sign with her hands while Psycho places her hands on her hips and flashes a sinister smirk. Bruiser pops up and the two begin to march down the ramp with their gaze focused on the ring in front of them, Psycho's sister, their manager and fellow Shieldmaiden, Aoife "Banshee" Maguire, right behind them.

Nick Hanson: Well here comes Gallus Mag, and they look pretty determined.

Jim Reynolds: Well they haven’t been quiet about what they want that’s for sure… those Tag Team Championships.

Once the three reach the bottom of the ramp, Bruiser rolls under the bottom rope into the ring while Psycho walks up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes. Bruiser remains on her knees and scoots over to the center as Psycho walks over so she's behind her. Once again, Bruiser makes the M sign with her hands while Psycho puts her hands on her hips before Bruiser slowly rises to her feet, removing her hood and face mask to reveal a sinister smirk of her own as "Apocalypse Now" fades out.

Nick Hanson: Well it looks like they have something to say.

Jim Reynolds: Indeed.

Banshee hands a microphone to both Bruiser and Psycho as the three women take a moment to soak in the reaction from the fans in attendance.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Well… Sorsh? Eef? I dunno about ya’ll… but I’ve been havin’ a fuckin’ blast here in Japan!

The fans cheer and applaud.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, a proper good time!

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Even after we had to briefly head back home to beat the fuckin’ shite outta each other, we’re back in the Land o’ the Risin’ Sun and…

Bruiser glances over to her wife and tag team partner.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: ...somethin’ tells me that the rest o’ the fuckin’ tag teams on this roster? Are either ignorin’ us… or have forgotten just who the fuck we are!

Psycho shrugs.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Surein’ we’ll bae r’mindin’ them then, yeah?

Bruiser is now the one who nods.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Aye!

Bruiser points to Psycho.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: This here… is “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire!

The older woman now points to herself.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: I… am Becca “Bruiser” Maguire! WE… are Gallus Mag! WE… are Shieldmaidens!

The women now turn their attention to the stage as Bruiser points to the stage.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And all ya’ll better fuckin’ recognise that sooner or later? Ya’ll are gonna be steppin’ into this rin’ opposite us! And ain’t nothin’ gonna stop us from gettin’ what we want… the Tag Team Championships!

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: It doesna matter who bae holdin’ ‘em aither! Bae it th’ Brothers Drake, bae it back tae Last O’ Th’ Valkyries, bae it SCRS, bae it S.I., bae it th’ Cornbread Mafia, bae it any other taem!

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And speakin’ o’ SCRS and Last O’ The Valkyries… ya’ll can bet that Sorsh and I are gonna be keepin’ an eye on tonight’s main event. Matter o’ fact, any fuckin’ tag team match that ain’t got us involved… we’ll be keepin’ a VERY close eye on!

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, gonna bae a feckin’ barnburner!

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: And we’re gonna make damn fuckin’ sure that none o’ ya’ll will ever forget the name o’ Gallus Mag!

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Hell bae empty…

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

“Apocalypse Now” blasts out of the PA system and the women drop their microphones and then raise their right fists up into the air before they leave the ring.

Nick Hanson: Well quite the statement there from Gallus Mag, Jim.

Jim Reynolds: They’re certainly ready for a fight and to prove to all the other tag teams here in NFW that they are the tag team to watch out for.

The three women make their way up the ramp and disappear to the back as we cut elsewhere.
Ryleigh Ruin: How’s it going Sendai, welcome to the most wholesome and respectful part of the show... We here in Team TRIOCS find the same level of respect in our style of combat much in the way you and yours do here in this beautiful country!!

Xander Fillmore: You’re exactly right, boss lady!! We’re the semblance of reality and fairness here in NFW From the horseshit going around here recently we’re exactly what is needed more than everyone even knows.

The crowd pops loudly in support of the team. Xander looks at his wife with a smile before taking her hand and kissing it.

Rayola Davine: Anything you may think of me coming back to support my husband and my friends in their endeavors here while taking shots at Mary and the Kingdom, I get it. It looks bad on me. But TRIOCS is committed to keeping the sport professional and honorable. That is different from the Kingdom and their kind who have to lean on each other.

Ryleigh Ruin: Nothing looks bad on you, Sis… We’re here to be the one bright light on Collision will not drop to the levels of our opponents to gain victory or notoriety!!

Ry looks over to the newest member of the team and gives Casey a wave to come closer to the crew.

Ryleigh Ruin: So that brings up the few elephants we have in the room, per say. First off… A few weeks ago one of the most disgusting and disrespectful moments happened and don’t think we’ve forgotten about that, Kai Morgan!! Then as Ray already touched on she’s got the strangest beef… Well, I guess it’s strange seeing who it came from. Miss Matthews, I’ve gotta say you’re way off base with a bunch of your thoughts on our Angel. Yes… In the beginning of her career she had an issue with winning the big one, sure, but who doesn’t? But, she is a champion outside of this company… Just FYI!!

Ry glances at Ray with great respect and gives her a slight bow with a wink at the end.

Rayola Davine: And don't think I won't do what I have to if you keep pushing me Mary. No box is gonna protect you if you keep this up.

Xander Fillmore: I think you and I both have that thorn in our side, babe. At least the Commonwealth member that came at you did so with the slightest bit of respect to this company.

Xan makes a sour face while he thinks about what he just said.

Xander Fillmore: Now, I can’t believe what I just said, but it’s actually correct. You see there Kai, what I’m not so subtly saying is, what you did was deplorable and like Ry-Ry said you will be dealt with!! What you got to say there Casey Vacation? Because I suggest you start speaking up if you’re gonna hang with us.

He chuckles at the joke he perpetrated towards the TRIOCS’s newest member. Casey rolls her eyes, although at this point, she is doing so in an amused manner. She’s a bit miffed, but confident, as she begins to express some thoughts of her own.

Casey Holiday: I’m hearing the entire crew here talk about injustices. I’m going to get into another one that has been going on… one that has been a little more personal for me. I am SICK of accruing losses on my record here ALL because of the Ringmaster and his nonsense! Last week? It happened AGAIN and I am SICK OF IT! And you know what the worst part is: it’s the fact that the Ringmaster STILL hasn’t named his terms and he’s merely being a coward at this point. Just come out with it already and get it over with. Is the fact that I joined TRIOCS starting to intimidate you a little bit? You know what, I am going to say that this is exactly the case and for now, I am going to leave it at that. I want to talk about the question in the room I’ve been hearing for the last couple of weeks: Casey, WHY did you join TRIOCS?

Casey pauses to ponder the question for a few brief moments.

Casey Holiday: It’s been noted that I don’t play with others and I largely keep to myself. That much is true. We can talk about family and we can talk about bonds all night long because that’s part of the reason. But, I want to rewind back to a few weeks ago when the ‘invaders’ assaulted Xander. It pissed me off. I didn’t know Xander and Ryleigh all that well up to that point, and I admit that when I first started doing this, I took the integrity of the business for granted, but I couldn’t stand by… and I couldn’t be so pissed… without doing something about it. I was nothing short of DISGUSTED… and by the way the events of what happened with Xander are the reason why I bolted from that company, just saying. Yeah, you can call it picking a side and MY side is HERE in NFW whether anyone likes it or not. I was brought up in this business to always do right by it and by anyone that ever mentored me and paved the way for me. That’s exactly what I am doing. So whether you are the “invaders”, the Kingdom, the Ringmaster, or anyone that wants to pull some bullshit around here… just know that I… that WE… are going to be there to make your life HELL every step of the way!

Xander Fillmore: Holy crap... We need to get this woman in front of more crowds more often so she can preach just she did right now!!

Ry stands there with a shit eating grin on her face from the words that Casey just exploded the mic with.

Ryleigh Ruin: There there, Xan, you know I always have my finger on the pulse. The women in your life are going to take care of business like we alway do!! And these chicks right here...

Ry-Ry steps between Xander and Ray as she puts an arm over both Casey and Rayola shoulders.

Ryleigh Ruin: We’re the future of the industry, just like yourself, bud. So with that Sendai, we’re going to continue being the bright light in the darkness of NFW!! Good night and have safe travel home!!!

Marilyn Matthews vs. Etsuko Mitsuzaka

The two competitors lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Matthews uses her eveerage to move Mitsuzaka back towards the corner. Mitsuzaka jumps up and goes for a hurricanrana. Matthews goes over and her legs bounce off the bottom turnbuckle. Mitsuzaka grabs Matthews’s ankles and covers.

Matthews kicks out.

Mitsuzaka rolls away and then runs across the ring. She comes back, looking for a sling blade but Matthews catches her and redirects into a spinebuster. Matthews hooks a leg for a cover.

Mitsuzaka kicks out.

On the floor, Pet starts screaming because her competitor is not properly dominating the competition. Pet starts to point demonstrably at Matthews and Mitsuzaka stares at her “goddess” waiting for specific instructions. Matthews gets in behind her and rolls her up.

Mitsuzaka kicks out.

Pet starts screaming even more. Matthews gets to her feet and Mitsuzaka snaps off a kick to the face. Matthews goes down and Mitsuzaka covers.

Matthews kicks out.

Mitsuzaka tries to hold onto Matthews and gets rolled into a cradle.

Mitsuzaka kicks out.

Mitsuzaka reverses the cradle.

Matthews kicks out.

As they start to get up, Matthews catches Mitsuzaka in a backslide.

Mitsuzaka kicks out.

Pet starts going crazy on the floor, distracting Mitsuzaka as the Japanese woman looks over to see what the problem is and what she is supposed to do. Matthews comes through for the Sundering of Narsil. Matthews goes to the top and goes for Leaf on the Wind. Mitsuzaka moves even as the crowd is still saying “Watch Me Fly!” Mitsuzaka cradles her.

Matthews kicks out.

Matthews gets a hold of Mitsuzaka and the crowd screams “Execute Order 66!” Matthews hits Order 66 and then goes to the top for the Sonic Screwdriver.


Yuusuke Takeda: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru ni yotte, kurutta dejitaru kōshaku fujin, Maririn Mashūzu!

Jim Reynolds: BE-FUCKING-HOLD!!!! The Digital Duchess gets the fucking Dub!!!

Nick Hanson: Great, will you finally stop complaining now?

Jim Reynolds: Rayola Davine should take fucking note!! That’s how you get the work done!


”Name yourself a hero and the villains will line themselves up to face you.”

In the backstage interview area, Damon Cross stands alone for the moment. The NFW World Heavyweight Championship is draped over his shoulder in such a way that the full medallion is visible against the back of his black shirt. His hair is drawn back close to the scalp. He turns, slightly, glancing at the camera, then looking down at the title, before turning to face it and adjusting the belt to properly rest across his shoulder and chest.

Damon Cross: ”And who’s next in line?”

The crowd is already rumbling; they love them some Redeemer. But there’s also that buzz left over from another man’s in-ring address earlier in the evening. That’s what Damon is focused on.

Damon Cross: ”The Runaway Train himself, Tren Descarrilado. And since I didn’t get to say it last time, big man?

Welcome back. It’s about goddamn time.”

Ah, that charming smirk of his. Even the Japanese ladies are not immune from the sound of it.

Damon Cross: ”Because, you know, it isn’t just pride or the desire to be the best that has pushed me to keep a deathgrip on this title for the past six months. It’s because I’ve been waiting on you, Tren. Because that injury derailed, for lack of a better term, a battle for the ages. A war that needed to be settled. But not a war between the Kingdom and the Crusade, or some social media dick-measuring contest between people too scared to talk smack to their opponent’s face, or how many kneepads the Beautification Movement go through in a month trying to sex their way into the main event…”

He trails off a little. That last one slipped out, honest. Damon laughs it off and gets serious.

Damon Cross: ”It’s the only war that matters, Tren. The one between you… and me. The Redeemer and the Runaway Train. The Monster and the Crow. The baddest sonofabitch in NFW and the best wrestler on BOTH rosters. The ONLY war that matters!”

He holds up the title now, making sure the camera gets all of it in.

Damon Cross: ”It’s about damn time we settled things. You and me. So… challenge accepted. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve always been the number one contender. And if anyone takes issue with that, they can meet us in the ring and we’ll change their minds in a hurry. Because NOTHING is going to stop us from showing the rest of the wrestling world how it’s done. How men, how WARRIORS, carry themselves in the squared circle. But this title?”

Damon looks at it for a few moments, then puts it right back where it started: on his shoulder.

Damon Cross: ”It isn’t going anywhere.”

And with that, he walks off.

Best of 7 Series - Match 1

Second City Riot Squad vs. Last of the Valkyries

The main event starts off with the two fiery redheads of the two teams as Layla Diaz and Christina Olson meet in the center of the ring and start jawjacking. Layla’s got her finger up in Christina’s face, pointing and throwing insults at her. Christina swats it away and starts motioning between herself and Lilith Meadows, on the apron, affirming that they’re the best - not SCRS. Layla shakes her head, motions to herself and Leah Aguero before counting out five fingers on one hand and holding it up to Christina, telling her it’s all there’s gonna be in the series because they’re gonna make a clean sweep. She holds her hand up in Christina’s face, continuing to brag when Christina suddenly grabs two of Layla’s fingers and bends them back, forcing Layla to her knees. Christina takes those two fingers and performs a “finger snap” on Diaz, causing her to grab her hand in pain before stepping back and hitting a big boot to the kneeling woman’s face. Christina goes and gets up in the camera lens, shouting out to the Kingdom’s absent member, Morgan Payne, before turning back to Diaz and beginning to lay into her with forearms to the jaw and knees to the ribs. Diaz is immediately trapped as Olson Irish Whips her violently over into the Valkyries’ corner, hits a running knee lift and Lilith Meadows tags herself in. Christina snapmares Diaz out of the corner as Lilith hits the ropes and flies at Diaz with a one legged basement dropkick before hooking the leg.


Meadows tags in Olson and the two whip Diaz across the ring again. Diaz rebounds off the far ropes and comes back into a flapjack from the Valkyries. Olson steps over into a camel clutch. Meadows runs to the ropes, bounces off and hits a dropkick to the face of Diaz. Meadows steps out and Olson tags her back in. Olson drops an elbow to the back of Diaz and then rolls out of the way as Meadows goes for a leg drop off the top. Diaz rolls out of the way and Meadows lands hard on the mat. Layla starts to crawl towards her corner. Meadows scrambles over and jumps into a side headlock on the mat to cut her off. Diaz rolls Meadows over into a pinning predicament.


Diaz tries to get away but Meadows goes for a heel hook. Sinking it in, Lilith pulls with all her might. Diaz cries out in pain and starts to kick back at Meadows with her free leg. Lilith looks to hook it in even deeper but Diaz kicks her in the face, once, twice, three times. Lilith is knocked off of her and Diaz jumps to make the tag to Leah. Aguero springboards into a flying leg drop on Meadows and rolls her into a cover.


Aguero pulls Meadows up to her feet and drives her back down to the mat with a Fisherman Driver, holding the leg for another cover but before the referee can finish dropping down for the count, Olson runs in with a Shining Wizard to the War Queen. Olson drags Meadows to their corner, hops over the top rope onto the apron, leans back over and tags her on the shoulder. Meanwhile, Aguero makes it back to her feet, just in time for Olson to come diving in with a Springboard Missile Dropkick. Aguero pops up and Olson gives her the juke under a clothesline and hits the ropes for another dropkick. Aguero pops up again and Olson hits a Handspring Back Elbow smash, staggering Leah. Christina then springs right up off of the mat as Leah stumbles and spins with her back to the Valkyrie and spikes Leah’s head with a Poisonrana where she floats over and stacks Leah for a cover.


Christina sits up and slaps the met, visibly (and audibly) yelling “Fuck!” She’s starting to look pissed now as she moves to the corner and scales to the top turnbuckle, calling for the Firestarter (Shooting Star Press). From SCRS’ corner, Layla Diaz starts moving along the apron towards Olson to intercept but Lilith Meadows makes it around and yanks Diaz’s foot out from under her. Diaz eats the apron and falls to the floor. Jed Coffey starts making his way around and Lilith backs away with her fists up while Olson yells obscenities at the big man from up on her perch. This gives Leah Aguero enough time, however, to make it back to her feet and she runs up the corner to hit a big Frankensteiner on Olson, crashing them both back down to the mat. Olson starts getting up to all fours as Aguero measures up and runs in, delivering the Endgame (Punt Kick). She drops down over Olson for the pin!


Lilith Meadows makes a miraculous dive in to break up the pin and starts putting the boots to Leah. This goes on just long enough, while the referee’s trying to get her out of the ring as the illegal member, before Layla Diaz comes running in with a flying bicycle knee strike. Meadows hits the mat and rolls out. Layla throws some trash talk her way before turning around into a Superkick by Olson that the crowd hears from the cheap seats. Diaz falls through the ropes and now Olson’s the one talking trash before Leah Aguero swoops in and rolls her back into a schoolboy. The referee drops down and he doesn’t see the handful of tights Aguero has on Olson as he counts away.


Yuusuke Takeda: Pinfōru ni yoru shōsha wa, Reira Diasu to Ria Aguerodesu... Sekandoshiti Bōdō-tai!

Nick Hanson: Well, two of your favorite teams just went head to head and the winners came out on top with unconventional methods. What do you say to that, Jim?

Jim Reynolds: This is like watching two of your friends fight each other, Nicky. It’s hard and I wish it didn’t have to happen.

Nick Hanson: These teams aren’t friends.

Jim Reynolds: They’re my friends!

Nick Hanson: Okay, I get your history with The Kingdom, but you mean to tell me you’re buddy buddy with Aguero, Diaz and Coffey?

Jim Reynolds: Of course I am!

Nick Hanson: Pardon the language, but you are so full of sh--

Jim Reynolds: Enjoy the rest of the show, everybody!

Nick Hanson: The show’s over, Jim

Jim Reynolds: Goodnight, everybody!

Nick Hanson: Now you’re infringing on Logan Bailey’s gimmick.

Jim Reynolds: Listen here, Nicky. FU--