NFW Collision #113! 11/16/2021!

Faith Simpson vs. Trina Tanaka

The two young wrestlers circled a bit before going into the lock-up as the Hiroshima crowd cheered on Japan’s own Trina Tanana Both jockeying for position, both unable to get the advantage, and they break. Trina rushes in with a clothesline, but Faith ducks it and catches Tanaka with a quick arm drag. Trina pops back to her feet and catches Faith a Japanese arm drag this time around. Faith funs in, hops up, and hits a monkey flip, but Trina lands on her feet. Now Trina runs, catches Faith, and hits a monkey flip of her own, but Simpson lands on her feet, both women showing their athletic ability early on in this one. Trina looks at Faith and gives a polite bow which Faith returns before they again lock up. Faith is able to get the better of Trina this time and hits a quick snap suplex, kips up, runs to the ropes, and comes back with a big bulldog as Trina is getting to her feet. A beautiful shining wizard follows to keep Trina down as Faith goes to the apron, the crowd is now a bit split in their support, but there’s a big cheer and claps as Faith Simpson hits a beautiful Springboard Hurricanrana. The Future goes into the pin


Trina Tanaka just manages to get her shoulder up as she’s still got some fight in her. Simpson brings Tanaka up and lokes for a second snap suplex, but Tanaka blocks it and hits one of her own. Trina is up, hits the ropes, and comes in for a shining wizard, again looking to give Faith a taste of her own medicine, but Faith rolls out of the way and Trina crashes. A running crossbody puts Trina back on the mat and sets her up for a second rope springboard moonsault that secures Faith a very close 2 count. Simpson waits for Trina to get to her feet and then blasts her with a step-up enziguri that rocks the Japanese native. Faith Simpson to the top rope, and she reminds Trina Tanaka to Have a Little Faith. The breathtaking high flying move connects perfectly and The Future makes the cover




Yuusuke Takeda: Pinfōru no kekka to shite no anata no shōsha... Feisushinpuson

Jim Reynolds: Faith Simpson with an impressive win here tonight. Trina Tanaka came in ready for a fight, but the speed and athleticism of Simpson proved to be too much.

Nick Hanson: Both women evenly matched in size, both very quick and athletic. I think the kicker was experience. Faith Simpson is young and still growing, but she got an early start in this business and has been a champion before.

Result: Pinfall

We cut back to the arena and suddenly a voice echoes around the speakers.

DISORDER!!

ANARCHY!!!

NOW THAT'S FUN!!!!

“Chaos Is My Life” by The Exploited starts to blast over the sound system and the boos cascade from the crowd as the Ultraviolent Anarchist himself, Johnny Towers is seen walking through the crowd towards the ring, jumping over the guard rail and sliding into the ring. He then takes the microphone from Yuusuke Takeda before pacing back and forth shouting “SHUT OFF MY FUCKING MUSIC!”

Jim Reynolds: Oh man, he looks pissed!

Nick Hanson: This guy looks happy? When?

Jim Reynolds: Looked pretty happy when he made you piss your pants in fear.

Nick Hanson: HEY!

The music fades out and Towers raises the microphone to his lips.

Johnny Towers: YOU DAFFY WANKERS THINK YOU CAN STOP ME?! I don’t give a fuck if it’s both of you or just one! I will get to you Cross, I fucking promise you that! And Tren Fanny Adams D?! Don’t get too comfortable, you are on my shit list now bitch! I will get to you in the future! For now, have your little pussy tickle fest at WrestleWar! I'll be waiting on the other side for you, and believe me, I have plans put in place boy!

Towers paces around the ring a little more.

Jim Reynolds: Oh yeah he's pissed, don't blame him to be honest.

Nick Hanson: Oh yeah, you wouldn't.

Towers raises the microphone back up to his mouth.

Johnny Towers: Now to business, I'm here to do a deal aint I? Or at least release a hostage.

He pulls a book out of his pocket, holding it up for everyone to see.

Johnny Towers: Not a bad read, this gives me some ideas of what to do to people in the future.

Nick Hanson: So he did steal Sylvia's book!

Jim Reynolds: Man you are slow.

Johnny Towers: Now I know you are fucking here ya skank, where the fuck are ya?

Suddenly “Committed” by One Eyed Doll blasts out of the PA system and Sylvia Lopez slowly walks out onto the stage wearing a neck brace but glaring daggers at Towers.

Nick Hanson: I’m not sure if this is a good idea on Sylvia’s part here, Jim. I mean, yeah she’s one of the toughest little scrappers we have here on Collision… but Towers is as dangerous as they come and Sylvia is clearly still not one hundred percent after that attack from Towers a few weeks ago.

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, it’s just a stupid book anyway! Also… it’s 2021… nobody reads books anymore!

Lopez marches down the ramp, not taking her eyes off of Towers and once she reaches the ring, she grabs a microphone and marches up the steel steps and climbs through the ropes before coming face to face with her adversary as “Committed” fades out.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia will ask only once! Give Sylvia back her book!

Johnny Towers: You're not wearing your jacket? That was not fucking cheap ya, silly bint. What's wrong, not the right colour?

She reaches out and tries to grab the book, but Towers holds it up just out of her reach.

Johnny Towers: Now now calm ya fucking silicone bitch, lets try and be civil.

The Bellevue Banshee begins to shake with rage, but she knows she can’t afford to fight and further injure herself.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia IS being civil! And Sylvia will not ask again!

Johnny Towers: All right, I’m a man of my word and i’ll give ya your book back, but you gotta answer me one question before hand, can ya fucking do that?

Lopez is trying with all of her might to remain calm.

Sylvia Lopez: What?!

Johnny Towers: Why stick with those poncy buggers? You were once just as violent as I am and they have declawed you little kitten, you will need your old killer instinct in this world so again, why let those cunts stick a muzzle on ya?

Lopez begins to laugh, pointing at Towers as if he were an idiot before her expression then turns back to serious.

Sylvia Lopez: You are foolish if you believe that Sylvia cannot be as violent as you! Sylvia took Morgan Payne to war for her shiny belt! Sylvia also defeated Matt Shields! Something that YOU failed to do! Sylvia was saved by The Crusade! The Crusade are Sylvia’s family! The only people who have ever cared for Sylvia!

She steps a little closer to Towers now.

Sylvia Lopez: Now give… Sylvia… her… book!

Johnny Towers: All right, believe whatever you want ya bint, but I ain’t no dodgy geezer, I’m an upright gentleman so here ya go, have your book.

He throws it over her head with a grin on his face.

Johnny Towers: Oops.

The Bellevue Banshee swiftly turns around and grabs the book, almost cradling it in her arms as if it were her baby. However after a few moments, a look of confusion crosses her face and she begins to flick through the pages of the book to find that they’re all blank!

Sylvia Lopez: This isn’t Sylvia’s book! You lied to Sylvia!

It’s at that moment that Towers clobbers her in the back of the head, dropping her to the mat with ease as he begins to lay his boot and heavy clubbing blows while Lopez tries her best to protect herself.

Nick Hanson: That rotten bastard! He tricked Sylvia and now he’s beating down on an injured woman!

Jim Reynolds: Gotta admit though, Nicky… that was clever on Towers’ part.

Towers stands over the fallen Lopez and then turns his attention to the booing crowd and outstretches his arms, gloating at his handiwork as he mouths off to them. With his back turned to her, he points back while running his mouth but then Lopez slowly stands back up, seething as she glares at Towers.

Nick Hanson: Wait a minute! She’s up! Sylvia’s back on her feet!

Jim Reynolds: But how?!

Towers then turns back around to find himself face to face with Lopez and he’s stunned to find she’s back on her feet. The Bellevue Banshee then rips off her neck brace before letting out a shriek and then dives at Towers with a shoulder tackle, throwing all of her body weight into it that sends the anarchist flying out of the ring.

Nick Hanson: Sylvia played him! She played him like a fool! She’s fully recovered!

Jim Reynolds: That sneaky bitch!

Lopez rolls out of the ring to go after Towers who quickly hops the barricade and through the crowd to get a safe distance from the crazed woman and he begins to laugh at her while she glares back at him, almost frothing at the mouth.

Johnny Towers: Oh one last thing, ya barmy bint, as of ohhh...

He takes out a document from his pocket and looks at it.

Johnny Towers: ...now ya can’t be within 25 feet of me, restraining order bitch! You have been fucking served!

Lopez lets out a scream of anger and kicks the steel steps before starting to pull at the protective padding on the floor while Towers just laughs.

Nick Hanson: What the Hell?! A restraining order?! How is Sylvia gonna get her book back now?! As well as retribution for everything Towers has done to her?!

Jim Reynolds: Haha! This guy is great! Johnny Towers? You are one smart man, my friend.

The Bellevue Banshee continues her tirade, grabbing monitors and smashing them on the floor as we cut elsewhere.
We see Malaya at the parking lot, as she was strolling through the various vehicles of the fans and crew, thinking about her next big fight.

Malaya Diyosa: "I've been anxious all week, thinking about this fight next week. It's just been eating at me, the thought of how the three of you tried to injure Cassie and I... but for what reason? Why is it that you and Danielle were so jealous of me, Bianca? Why could you not handle Vanessa being friends with someone like me... But, the more I thought about it, the more it didn't matter about what I may have done wrong. It's the fact that you hateful tramps would have never accepted me anyway. I'm disappointed Vanessa had to stoop down to your level, Bianca..."

Malaya said, with a bit of a remorseful tone, as she looked into the camera, determined to put her down.

Malaya Diyosa: "Because next week, Bianca Page, you wanted to snuff me out of this business? Well, you have your chance. One on one, you and I... But, I won't let you do it, and your sisters won't be able to save you from me. So, you're at my mercy... maybe you should try to beg me not to break YOUR neck! I am going to teach you an etiquette lesson that you will never forget, Bianca! Next week, I am going to punish you, and if you're lucky, Danielle and Vanessa won't have to nurse you back to health once I'm done with you."

Malaya said, before she began to walk off screen, as we fade to the next fight beginning to take place.

Queen’s Guard vs. THE Beautification Movement

THE Beautification Movement jump the Queen’s Guard early and knock Jamie from the ring to isolate Lluvia and work her over two on one. Cayla and Juliana take turns dropping elbows and legs, holding her for the other to pummel her some more before they hit a Snapshot to put Lluvia down for the count. Cayla covers.

Jamie makes the save.

THE Beautification Movement assault Jamie and start to take over on her with dirty tactics that almost ear them a disqualification from the official. A warning and a start to count of five gets them to throw Jamie out onto the apron and go back to working on Lluvia. Juliana steps out after getting in a stomp. Cayla goes to pull Lluvia up and gets inside cradled.

Cayla kicks out.

Cayla jumps to a tag and Juliana comes in. She gets inside cradled.

Juliana kicks out.

THE Beautififican Movement tries to take over agan only for Jamie to run in and catch both Juliana and Cayla unaware. She drills them both with a double clothesline and then backs off as the referee starts to move in to castigate her for the blatant rule bending. Jamie steps out and calls to Lluvia for the tag. Lluvia begins to crawl as THE Beautification Movement starts to their feet. Juliana goes after Lluvia while Cayla staggers to their corner. Lluvia makes the tag and Juiana stops in her tracks as Jamie comes running in and drills her. Jamie drills cayla and then Juliana again. Jamie gets a Thesz Press and then holds for cover on Juliana.

Juliana kicks out.

Jamie mounts and starts to pound away on Juliana when cayla runs over and goes to stop her. Lluvia calls out to Jamie and Jamie turns and tackles Cayla, mounting her for a flurry of punches while Juliana remains stunned on the mat. Jamie comes back to the corner and tags Lluvia. Lluvia comes in and tags Jamie on her way past her. Lluvia grabs Juliana and hits the Empress of Thunder. Jamie comes off the top with Sacrificed Love, completing the Empress of Sacrificed Love. Jamie covers while Lluvia steps out to the apron. The second Lluvia gets there, Salacious Intent rushes the ring and pulls Lluvia to the floor where they start to pummel her. Jamie looks up and gets clobbered from behind by Cayla. Cayla backs off from the referee’s warning and Juliana rolls up Jamie.


Yuusuke Takeda: Pinfōru de shōsha wa tsugi no tōridesu. Juriana Mendōsa to Keira Fenikkusu, bika undō!

Jamie sits up in shock as THE Beautification Movement backs off and smirks at their ill-gotten victory. Salacious Intent moves off up the aisle, also smirking at their handiwork. Jamie and Lluvia watch them leave, both shaking their heads in anger.

Nick Hanson: I’d say I can’t believe the audacity of Salacious Intent but...well...yes, i can!

Jim Reynolds: This ain’t gonna be good, Nicky!!

The camera shifts from the ringside area to the backstage area, more specifically the locker room door of the Kingdom. The fans all break into boos which don't seem to phase those inside as the door opens.

The woman who emerged from the door heard the boos and pushed the red hair from her face with that signature Matthews smirk that caused the two snake bite piercings in her lip to glimmer in the light.

The boos continued until she raised a hand and then the crowd actually fell silent.

Jasmine Matthews: “It’s been so quiet.”

Jasmine said in that soft controlled voice.

Jasmine Matthews: “I won the match. I won the shot and people expected the Kingdom’s Queen to come out swinging but...nothing. Silence.”

Jasmine turned her attention to the camera, her eyes focused and intense.

Jasmine Matthews: “And if you stopped for a moment to actually give it any thought, you’d actually know the cause of it.”

The woman paused and brought her hand up, running it through her hair. She came back down, blowing out a breath through her nose.

Jasmine Matthews: “Morgan. Morgan is why.”

Jasmine paused and let that settle in for a moment.

Jasmine Matthews: “What you did, Milisandra? What you did, to Danielle? I could care less but….what you did, to Morgan? That pushed her over the edge. That….”

Jasmine pursed her lips while behind the door the sounds of laughter could be heard but she ignored it.

Jasmine Matthews: “That cannot be forgiven. I don’t want your title. I don’t want your soul or whatever other little underwater shit you believe in. I want your health. I want your life…..”

Jasmine took a deep breath and looked at the camera, her voice remaining deadly calm as she stared.

Jasmine Matthews: “...And I am gonna take it.”

Jasmine turned and pointed at the locker room behind her.

Jasmine Matthews: “The girls in here? They saved me on more than one occasion. As did that big, crazy mfer Tren. He literally risked his life for mine. You don’t fuck with that Milisandra….and you did. So now? Now, you are gonna find out what happens when you piss off a Matthews. I don’t want your title, you’ll have it with you when you leave….but you're leaving on a stretcher.”

Jasmine opened and closed her mouth a few times, then just whispered “Yeah” and turned walking back into the locker room.
The camera opens on the outside of the Hiroshima Sun Plaza. A temporary stage has been erected in the frigid Hiroshima air. Beside the stage is an entrance, when the doors swing open with a heavy push! Cass Baumer struts out with a swagger up the stairs in an oversized bright red polyester blazer over a tight “Behold The Kingdom” crop top. She straightens the notched collars with a smirk, then hunches forward towards the microphone with her hands gripping the side of the podium at the center.

Cass Baumer: We’re gathered here today to rip apart ‘Christina Rose,’ otherwise known as Crystal Zdunich or Crystal Hilton. She thought it’d be cute to throw shade alongside Kate Steele’s atrocious impersonation of me at last week’s Collision. Don’t forget that Kate’s the same girl who came on a live Sin City Wrestling to air a video live on Sin City Wrestling of Crystal banging her ex-husband while she was with someone else just a couple years back, either. I mean, Crystal seems like she can forgive and forget now that she ain’t with Alexandra and/or Seleana anymore. What does she care, right? The woman tried to ruin her personal life — and apparently succeeded in the long run — but I’m the one accused when all I did was ask questions, then drop the issue when I was asked to stop?

Cass shoves her hands into her jacket pockets and looks out into the distance from behind the podium.

Cass Baumer: Zoey Madigan-Star claimed at Collision #110 that I’ve done worse than manipulating a girl who loved me with all her heart into a cucked polyamorous relationship after cheating on her for months (at least) without even apologising. Kate Steele accused me of trying to ignore the time I drummed in Guilty Pleasure for a few months when I look back on those days with a smile — I’d just rather forget homewrecker Steele and her attempts at trying to act like we’re best friends when we’re not even remotely that close. And ‘Christina’ wants me to stop holding Crystal accountable ‘cause bringing up how she’s being a juvenile bitch about this doesn’t play well for her “I’m trying to be a better person” facade.

The Kiwi takes a deep breath, and her voice softens.

Cass Baumer: You coulda came to me privately, Crystal. You coulda slid into my DMs and sorted this out or approached me backstage like an adult. I would have listened, but you’ve made it a big production instead. So here I am, stooping to your level to talk about how you’ve dumped the loves of your life not “to appease them” but to “fix some issues in [your] life.” Those were your words, no?

She pauses, allowing the words to sink in while the camera revolves around Cass’s back to reveal the chairs, where the reporters and fans watch intently.

Cass Baumer: I’m glad you’ve freed them for their sake, but you’re still avoiding what’s important. So just admit it. You were in the wrong. Face the consequences. Not for me. Not for them. Do it for yourself. Do it for your fans. Do it ‘cause it’s the right thing to do.

The camera revolves around Baumer as she breaks the shoddily-made podium with a kick that knocks it off the stage and into the ravenous audience.

Cass Baumer: As far as tonight, I’m up against Jasmine Matthews — Queen of the Kingdom who still has me blocked on Twitter, mind you. Even so, I don’t have a problem with her. At least she’s honest about who she is in life. She’s good to her own, and I’ll always appreciate that.

Baumer’s pacing on the stage now, her hands expressively acting out the words she says.

Cass Baumer: I’ve beaten her before for the Silver Mountain Championship when the stakes were high, but over a year later (a year that felt like a decade), neither of us are the same people we were in that ring.

She looks out into the audience again as if looking for guidance. It looks like a Vlad Blackheart Memorial press conference at this point, albeit much smaller.

Cass Baumer: Jasmine’s the one with something to prove this time ‘round. She’s the underdog whose last major pay-per-view match in NFW was a loss to the recently returned Dona Rotton for the Genesis Championship. She’s gotta prove she’s a threat to Milisandre, too. So she needs this one more than I do, but I’m the frickin’ Headliner! The Main Attraction! The Risk-Taker, the Mold Breaker, the self-made host of Collision Aftershock! The anonymous sources — what I call fans of mine — who have literally got me to where I am today deserve to be proud of the girl they’ve helped pluck from obscurity.

Cass stops pacing as the crowd cheers loud, and looks out into the camera now.

Cass Baumer: Behold...

Cass Baumer: The Kingdom.

Cass Baumer: Behold...

Cass Baumer: The Headliner.

The transmission stops with the crowd showing their support, allowing Collision to continue.

Cass Baumer vs. Jasmine Matthews

Jasmine Matthews and Cass Baumer are in the ring, ready to square up as soon as Priscila Mayer signaled for the match to start. Upon that happening, the two women almost immediately locked up in a battle of dominance. The two women battled against one another before Cass decided to change her direction, throwing an elbow into Jasmine’s abdomen just hard enough to get the other woman to back up some. With the opening, Baumer is able to catch Matthews with a German suplex, slamming the woman to the mat with all of her strength. However, she didn’t get the reaction she was going for in doing so, and Jasmine was back on her feet within a few seconds. The Kingdom’s Queen had a grin on her face as she gave her opponent a little wave before grabbing Baumer’s arm and viciously throwing her into the corner. Cass let out a little cry as her back hit the turnbuckles roughly. Matthews wasted little time before she backed up then began running at Cass, going for a dropkick, but the woman. As Jasmine came down, she hit her foot on one of the turnbuckle which made her hiss through her teeth a touch.

Just as the match is starting to really heat up, Crystal Zdunich began making her way down the ramp and towards the ring with a smirk on her face. As she gave Cass a little wave, Priscila turned her attention from the match to the incoming roster member and gave her a warning look to stay out of the ring before ultimately telling her to return to the back. Crystal got an innocent look on her face and held her hands up to show that she was just down there to watch the rest of the match, but Cass was having none of it as she stood to the side and just behind Priscila, yelling at Crystal to get lost and that she’d deal with her later. As Priscila continued to tell Crystal to leave the ringside area, Cass turned around, an irritated look on her face, only to be met with the Ice Cold from Jasmine who had gotten back to her feet! At seeing Baumer down, Zdunich smirked again then turned on her heel, making her way to the backstage area again. Upon seeing Crystal leaving, Priscila turned her attention back to the match only to see Jasmine pinning Cass. She slid down to the mat and immediately began the pin count.


Yuusuke Takeda: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru de, Jasumin Mashūzu!

Nick Hanson: Now what the hell was that?! Crystal Zdunich had no business being out here!

Jim Reynolds: She came to check out the action up close! Not her fault Cass Bummer got distracted!

Nick Hanson: Oh give me a break! Yeah, see, look!

As Nick Hanson pointed out, while Jasmine was celebrating, Crystal Zdunich was backing up towards the stage, pointing and shouting at the ring to Cass.

Crystal Zdunich: I TOLD YOU TO STAY OUT OF MY BUSINESS...If you want some smoke you will get the flames of the Burning Rose!

Jim Reynolds: Preach it!

Nick Hanson: Oh shut up, both of you. Get her outta here!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, show respect to the Queen! She picked up a big win here tonight! She’s deserving of praise!

Nick Hanson: I said shut up, Jim!

Cass sat up, holding her jaw as she watched Crystal leave, scowling angrily at the Burning Rose as she slid out of the ring to head towards the back.

We cut backstage as we see the members of Gallus Mag, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, being flanked by their manager, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire as they’re making their way down the corridor.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: I’m tellin’ ya’ll… I fuckin’ feel it! This is our shot! We ain’t ever been Tag Team Champions before, but we’re gonna fuckin’ change that!

Aoife “Banshee” Maguire: Aye, ye baen doin’ brilliantly!

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Now we bae seein’ how we truly bae doin’ properly.

As they continue further, their eyes focus on something or someone and the trio stop in their tracks before the camera pans out to find Ashley and Bethany Kenyon of K.I.S.S standing in front of them. Bruiser folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest and nods.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Lasses.

Before the Kenyon sisters can say anything their manager, Nikki Peltier catches up with them.

Nikki Peltier: I was wondering where you guys had gotten… oh… awkward…

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Ain’t nothin’ awkward about it, lass. Aye… Sorsh and I are about to get in the rin’ soon with ya’ll and make sure we advance in this little fuckin’ tag tournament goin’ on… but it’ll only be awkward if ya’ll make it.

Bethany and Ashley look at each other and then back to the Maguire sisters.

Bethany Kenyon: I don’t see anything awkward about this, Nik.

Ashley nods.

Ashley Kenyon: Let’s go out there and make Shonn and Rynn proud!

Psycho and Banshee both smile.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, let’s bae doin’ tha!

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Ya’ll still down for some Black Tooth Grins afterwards? My fuckin’ treat!

Ashley Kenyon: Damn fuckin’ right!

Bethany nods.

Bethany Kenyon: Hell yes!

Peltier smiles.

Nikki Peltier: We gotta grab, Jezzy too!

Bruiser nods again and lifts up her enclosed fist for fist bumps.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Awesome. Now let’s go out there and beat the fuckin’ shite out o’ each other, aye?

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye!

Ashley and Bethany nod and then forearm bump the Maguires, Peltier doing the same.

Bethany Kenyon: Yeah!

Ashley Kenyon: Fuck yeah!

Bruiser, Psycho and Banshee then pass by the Kenyon sisters and Peltier and disappear off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Back in the Crusade’s locker room, with Ronnie Lester absent to prepare for his Genesis Title match later in the evening, Damon Cross and Danni Debaillion are catching up with old friends Hikaru Yamamoto and former NFW Trauma wrestler, Trenton Page. With Minoru Yamamoto and Leina Rael-Debaillion hard at work tearing each other a new one on SSB: Ultimate, the adults are enjoying some conversation. It’s mostly the ladies, though, while Damon and Trenton sit back. Noting the relative peace around them, Trenton rises and walks to the door. Damon looks after him and is beckoned over. Reaching the door, the champion turns to the rest.

Damon Cross: We’ll be back in a bit, ladies and gentleman. Do try to behave yourselves while we’re gone, eh?

The kids more or less wave; Smash is not to be interrupted. As for the rest, Danielle giggles slightly and waves while Hikaru, the softer of the two, blushes and smiles. Just natural reactions, even if they really are up to nothing.

Out in the hallway, Trenton and Damon take a walk, catching up.

Damon Cross: So, tell me… how does it feel to be published? I hear tell that it’s pretty difficult to manage that if you don’t have something already on the market here.

Trenton Page: Good lord, you don’t know the half of it. If it weren’t for Minoru and Hikaru helping me make sure everything was perfect, they might’ve just slid on past me, y’know?

Once upon a time, Trenton was a bit more clean-cut. But after deciding to take time off from wrestling and moving over to Japan with Hikaru and Minoru, he had let his hair grow out again and even sported a full beard. In a black button-down over jeans, he was in quite the contrast to Damon, wearing a suit and bearing the NFW World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. But for these two, it was as if the past never happened.

Things were… calm now. Nice. Genial. The strife of years ago was forgotten. Or at the very least forgiven.

Trenton Page: People are digging it, though. Maybe it’s the novelty of an American artist and writer working in the Japanese style. I’d like to hope the story has something to do with it, too.

Damon Cross: Yeah?

Trenton Page: Tried to avoid the tired tropes and slip some realism in there, you know. Not skirting the tough issues. Being real. But making sure there’s plenty of flash and boom for people to eat up.

Damon chuckles a little, seeming to be more in a listening mood than a talking one. Trenton is happy to go on and on at first, but when he sees his old friend drift a little, he nods toward the belt on Damon’s shoulder.

Trenton Page: So… 210 days now?

Blinking himself back into the moment, Damon’s attention follows Trenton’s, to the title, and he nods with a small smile.

Damon Cross: Yeah. Been a ride the whole way.

Trenton Page: I’ll bet. Which begs the question: what happens when the ride is over?

Damon Cross: You betting on Tren to take this belt of me, Trenton?

Holding up his hands, Trenton shakes his head with a lopsided smile. Damon shares in the amusement, clearly poking at his friend.

Trenton Page: Not at all. I mean, what happens when you’re done in the ring? You got an out prepared or are you just gonna hope for the best?

Quite a question to put on someone, especially on the spur of the moment. Damon stops walking and looks at the title again. Two-hundred-and-ten days didn’t seem like much until you said it out loud. Sure, it wasn’t anywhere close to Marilyn Matthews’ reign, but it was still damn respectable. How much further could he go, Damon wondered to himself? Aloud, though, he replied differently.

Damon Cross: I’ve been investing since before I came to NFW, so money won’t be a problem. When the time comes that I can’t work anymore, the family will be provided for.

Trenton Page: Danni was telling Hikaru that y’all are thinking about trying to have a little one of your own.

Damon Cross: On and off. I’d like to, but I’m not going to put pressure on Danni about it. I want her to be ready for it, too.

Trenton Page: You’d better think about what you want to do with all your free time, too. You ever think you might go back to bean counting?

True enough, Damon had an Accounting degree… and anyone who saw him at the casino knew he was excellent with numbers. A good thirty percent of his investments were from winnings at the card tables.

Damon Cross: I might. Maybe join a small firm or do some independently. Why the sudden interest, though?

Stopping in the middle of the hall, hands shoved in his pockets, Trenton lowers his head and sighs a little.

Trenton Page: I’ve been to the doctor a few times since moving here. When I left NFW, it’s because my head wasn’t right mentally. Turns out? It isn’t so good physically, either.

He tries to laugh it off, but this has Damon’s full attention.

Damon Cross: Define ‘not so good’.

Trenton Page: Some of the rougher fights I had back in HYBRID and the few I partook of here? They lumped me up a little worse than I would have guessed. I never felt any different afterwards, but apparently there’s a bit of damage. The doctor tells me that it’s likely minor, and that it’ll pass, but there’s no timetable. I was thinking about stepping back in the ring before my last visit a week ago, but now?

Shrugging, Trenton tries to laugh it off.

Trenton Page: Suppose I’ll just double-down on Tengoku no Muttsu no Iroai, eh?

It starts to dawn on Damon a little stronger now. Again his attention shifts to the title before returning to Damon.

Damon Cross: That explains that, doesn’t it? It’s a stupid question, but is there anything I can do?

Trenton Page: Just don’t take any of this for granted, all right? You’re a step ahead right now; by your own admission, you’re set if all of a sudden you have to quit. Plus you’ve been rocking it as champion. I had no idea that there was something goofy in my head when I started on the manga after moving over here, you know? It was something I wanted to try and I went with it around a day job. It just happened to turn into something good. Now? I’m really glad I made it happen. It might be what keeps me going if things don’t get fixed.

There is plenty to consider, for sure. Damon folds his arms, his gaze downcast as the man thinks hard about what is being told to him.

Trenton Page: Sorry for springing all that on you.

Damon Cross: I’m guessing Hikaru doesn’t know?

Trenton glances over his shoulder, back in the direction of the locker room.

Trenton Page: Nah, she knows. We haven’t told Danni yet. Not sure how Minoru or Leina would take it, either. Haven’t even spoken to our venerable sensei about it. Kind of playing the waiting game.

Nodding again, Damon runs a hand through his hair and exhales deeply.

Damon Cross: Sorry, Trent… I don’t know what to say here.

Trenton Page: You don’t have to say nothin’. Let’s just go back to the girls. No need to bring the mood down no further.

Damon Cross: It isn’t that, but...

But really, what more is there to say? Trenton’s situation could easily become Damon’s. And it would not take much, especially with how hard the champion goes in the ring. Still, the men get animated again as they start to make their way back to the locker room, the cameras cutting away.

Gallus Mag vs. K.I.S.S.

Bethany Kenyon and Bruiser move out to meet each other in the middle of the ring just as they have a million times before in practice. As they go for the lock-up, Bethany jumps into a hurricanrana and hooks the legs for the cover.

Bruiser kicks out.

Bethany rolls over and tags in Ashley. Ashley jumps in and kicks at Bruiser's bad leg. Bruiser grimaces and Ashley kicks it again. Bruiser tries to throw a punch back but Ashley ducks it, hooks the arm and swings up into a crucifix pin.

Bruiser kicks out.

Ashey tags on Bethany and Bethany comes in, grabbing the leg and putting on a side leglock. Bruiser reaches out, thrashing about trying to get loose as Bethany puts the leg on lockdown. Bruiser manages to hop herself over and grab the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break and Bethany gives it, releasing her grip and tagging in Ashley. Ashley comes in and kicks at the leg yet again. Bruiser grabs Ashley and tries to cradle her but Ashley rolls through so Brusier is the one cradled.

Bruiser gets a shoulder up.

Ashley gets in a hammer kick to the legend then goes over to try and get a shot in on Psycho. Psycho moves, ducks and kicks Ashley in the face. Ashley staggers back and Bruiser rolls her up.

Ashley kicks out.

Bruiser makes the tag to Psycho. Ashey meets her coming in and eats a flurry of kicks that finish with a spinkick to the solar plexus. Ashley staggers back and Psycho cradles her.

Ashley kicks out.

Psycho pops up and moves in to kick at Bethany. Ashley runs in for an O’Connor roll.

Psycho kicks out.

Psycho gives Ashley a Dublin Kiss and then follows with more kicks. Ashley is dazed but able to turn one kick into a capture suplex. Ashley goe for the cover.

Psycho kicks out.

Psycho reverses the cover.

Ashley kicks out.

Psycho tags in Bruiser and hits Ashley with another Dublin Kiss then backs off. Bruiser nods and they move in, hitting Ashley with taranis. Ashley goes down and Bruiser covers.


Yuusuke Takeda: Pinfōru-betsu no shōsha wa tsugi no tōridesu. Saoirse Maguire to Bruiser Maguire, Gallus Mag!

Nick Hanson: Gallus Mag are joining TBM in the triple threat finals next week!

Jim Reynolds: Yay, I’m so excited! Not….

Nick Hanson: You’d have rather seen K.I.S.S. win?

Jim Reynolds: I couldn’t care less, either way.

Minoru Yamamoto-Page: Anata no shōri no watashinōkiniiri wa dai 2 tōnamentodeshita

Backstage in the Hiroshima Sun Plaza, Matt Shields and his son Minoru Yamamoto are strolling along and talking.

Matt Shields: Komamura to notatakai

Shields smiles and nods as they continue conversing until a crew member bumps into Shields and almost causes Shields to run into Minoru. Shields makes sure his son is steady and then turns to the crew member in a rage, grabbing the collar of his shirt.

Matt Shields: Watch where you’re going asshole. It happens again and I’ll shove this kendo stick

Minoru Yamamoto-Page: Matto-Dad! You said you wouldn’t use weapons.

Shields turns to Minoru looking a bit confused as he continues holding the man hostage while Minoru doesn’t seem happy.

Matt Shields: I thought that was just for matches. I can’t even use it on fuckos that don’t know how to say excuse me?

Minoru crosses his arms and gives his father a stern look. Shields shakes his head and releases the man’s collar, but quickly points his finger at the man.

Matt Shields: Thank my son for your health.

The man nods, turns to Minoru and bows as he gives a quick Arigato before he scurries off. Shields seems pleased with himself, but Minoru doesn’t appear very happy.

Minoru Yamamoto-Page: Okay you proved you’re big and scary and can make people cry. Now can we go to thirty-one already? The other Minoru told me that if I went to one and said I wanted the Black Lion bowl and showed them this Minoru For President pin, I would get a huge bowl of ice cream and ten percent off.

Shields blinks a few times after having been put in his place by his nine-year-old son. He chuckles a bit and smiles.

Matt Shields: You finally met the other Minoru huh? Good to see he’s still a shameless self-promoter. There is one pretty close and I did promise ice cream, but dinner first. Tonkatsu place, and see what you get when you’re with the Gaijin Nightmare. It’s way better than ten percent off. Let’s go, who cares what else happens on this show.

Minoru Yamamoto-Page: You don’t care about the main event? Isn’t there a title on the line.

Shields scoffs and waves it off.

Matt Shields: I don’t care about any of these titles. I want something more, something grander, something… That’s not important now, let’s head out and get some dinner little guy. Maybe on the way, I can get you to spill the beans because I know your mom has something planned for her show.

Minoru Yamamoto-Page: Nope, it’s a surprise, can’t tell you. Not even if you bribe me with all sorts of presents and candy.

Shields chuckles as he takes Minoru’s hand and they head towards the exit.

Matt Shields: No chance I can crack you, Mi no musuko? Well alright then.
We open up to the familiar, dreary backdrop with the circus tent off in the distance. We hear the faint sounds of circus music playing like always. We see a few clowns, their makeup smeared as they laugh and skip around, leading the camera towards the tent. We finally make it inside of the tent where we see Ringmaster standing there with a spotlight on him. Nobody else is around, just him right now.

Ringmaster: Casey, I’ve heard you’re calling out to me. I’ve heard what you’ve had to say about me, claiming I’m afraid, that I’m a coward for not coming forward with my challenge for you yet. Patience is a virtue that you clearly don’t understand. I do what I want, when I decide I want to. I don’t work based on your demands. So, while you’re waiting for my terms to our match, I’ll let you keep guessing, I’ll let you whine and complain to your new friends, but eventually, you’ll be mine and mine alone. Next week, I will be there, in person, and Casey, I will invite you into that ring and I’ll tell you my demands.

And with that, Ringmaster pounds his staff on the ground and the lights go completely out.
The Second City Riot Squad are in the waiting position, waiting to make their entrance for the next match when the cameras make their way over to them.

Leah Aguero: How about you guys get that camera up out of our faces?

Layla Diaz: Yeah. Fux off. We fixin ta go out der an go tree an O against dem Valkyries. Dey bout ta realize dey done make a real big mistake tinkin dey takin down da SCRS.

Leah Aguero: Would you pipe down for a second? This isn’t over until it’s over. Last of the Valkyries, there’s no doubt the two of you got talent. You’re the longest reigning tag team champs for a reason. You’re going up against the Second City Riot Squad, however, and that means you’ve got to work hard and be better than you ever thought you were before. You’ve still never straight up pinned us and that’s going to continue to ring true. This isn’t singles competition. This is SCRS vs Last of the Valkyries to finally determine who’s the better team. Best of Seven series? We’ve already gone up 2-0. Go ahead and complain because you got distracted the first go round. What’s your excuse the second time around? It doesn’t matter because we’re taking this series By Any Means Necessary.

Layla Diaz: Bout ta go get dat Dub. Tree O afta dis, bishes. Come at us.

The SCRS, turn to go make their entrance.

Second City Riot Squad (2) vs. Last of the Valkyries (0)

The bell sounds as Christina and Layla start the match for their respective teams. The two of them are talking trash to one another immediately. Eventually, the two redheads get right up into each others faces and continue the talking before Christina is the first to strike Layla with a forearm. Layla returns the favor and the two of them just continue to trade shots in the middle of the ring before Layla rakes at the eyes of Christina and delivers a chop block. Layla hits the ropes and delivers a knee to the side of Christina’s head and goes for a quick cover, but only gets a one count. Christina rolls towards the ropes, but Layla grabs her by the ankle and begins dragging her towards her corner. She grapevines the leg of Christina and reaches out for a tag from Leah. Leah comes in and delivers a senton right to the back of Christina before she picks Christina up and tosses her into the corner. She delivers a series of shoulder blocks to the midsection of Christina before tagging Layla back in. She delivers a series of stomps before tagging Leah right back in and the two of them pick Christina up and deliver a double suplex.

Leah picks Christina back up to her feet and sends her into the ropes. Christina comes off the ropes and right into a discus forearm from Leah who follows up with a German suplex and she bridges up for a pin, but only gets a two count. Leah climbs to the top rope and Layla makes the tag as Leah delivers Leah Rising as Layla comes off the top rope with a frog splash and she hooks the leg, but Lilith comes in and breaks up the pin at two. Leah comes back in and Lilith backs towards the ropes and low bridges Leah, who goes spilling out of the ring and to the floor. Lilith climbs out onto the apron and leaps, taking Leah down with a crossbody before she gets back up onto the apron and yells for Christina to make the tag. Layla has Christina by the ankle who breaks free with a mule kick before rolling and diving, making the tag to Lilith. Lilith comes in and she delivers a series of forearms to Layla before she delivers a step up enziguri that staggers Layla into the corner.

Lilith comes charging in and delivers a corner splash before she rolls Layla out of the corner charges, leaping over Layla and snapping her head and neck down towards the mat. Lilith immediately goes for a cover, but only gets a two count. Lilith grabs Layla and she delivers a dragon suplex before putting Layla into a sharpshooter. Layla screams in pain, but Leah comes charging in and breaks up the submission attempt by Lilith. Leah stomps at Lilith as Christina climbs to the top rope and delivers a diving crossbody on Leah and starts to deliver forearms to her and the two of them brawl out to the floor. Lilith picks Layla up and delivers The Dreaming to her. Instead of going for the pin though, Lilith grabs Layla and locks in The Dark Ending. Christina has Leah out on the floor, holding her there, making her watch as Layla fights and fights, but eventually has no choice but to tap out.


Yuusuke Takeda: Teishutsu ni yoru anata no shōsha wa koko ni arimasu! Ririsumedouzu to kurisutīnaoruson... Saigo no vu~arukirī!

Nick Hanson: The Valkyries have picked up a win in the series, Jim! The Second City Riot Squad stays at 2 and the Valkyries are now on the board!

Jim Reynolds: I knew they could do it, Nicky!! Valkyries always rise against adversity!!! Or...something like that!!! Who cares about technicalities?!?! BEHOLD!!

After the match had ended the video moves backstage to find Josh Davidson trying to find someone to interview and as it would happen the good lord above was about to answer the man's prayers. As the skies parted and the hottest attraction in the world rounded the corner.

He towered over everyone he walked by wearing a black do-rag over his head wearing a black muscle shirt and black windbreaker style break-away pants. A gold chain hung from one of the loops to the back pocket hanging down to the thigh leading the camera down to a pair of designer brown Tims.

Josh waves his hand happily calling out to the giant human being.

Josh Davidson: “Titan! Titan sir!”

Atlas: “Whatchu want boi?”

Josh Davidson: “I thought maybe you’d like to make some comment about the things we’ve been heari….”

Atlas: “Shut the hell up.”

Atlas’s arm raised and it looked for a moment as if he was gonna actually smack the smaller man but instead it came up and took the sunglasses, pulling them from his face.

Atlas: “It’s all true. All the things you’ve heard on social media. All the whispers you’ve heard from the girls here in the back. Ain’t one of ya’ll wives safe. Ain’t one of ya’ll’s girlfriends immune.”

Trey turns his eyes to one of said talents as they walk away from him and the camera, who was it? All anyone could see was the blonde hair and the way his full, thick lips pulled at the edges of his mouth.

Atlas: “Hell, the worst part of it? You wouldn’t even know if it was happening. Ya boy ain’t been caught yet.”

Josh Davidson: “But...why? Why even do it?”

Atlas: “Because all the beautiful women of this industry deserve better than the flacid, pathetic excuses for what has been presented to them as men. Sad, scrawny, beta cucks the world over who think they are big, bad tough guys.”

Atlas turns his attention to the camera filming this and runs his hand back over the do-rag over his head pulling it down the back of his tightly packed dreads. As he did his expression turned serious, even aggressive.

Atlas: “Where ya boy is from? All your little boys here who have stood at the top of the mountain? You’d get fucked like the bitches you are.”

Josh Davidson: “You realize you are talking about people like Damon Cross right? About people like The Man Who Feels No Pain? People like Matthew Shields? The human submission machine Xander Fillmore?”

Atlas: “Oh, you mean the dudes that Jay-Jay, Frosty and them would literally have on the block in a skirt selling that skinny ass for another hit of the rock? And ol’ clown boy should probably ask himself what happened the last time a scary clown tried to creep up on a brother.”

Atlas looks again at the camera, deadpan and serious.

Atlas: “Uncle Ray-Ray got a game.”

Josh Davidson: “Uncle Ray-Ray?”

Atlas: “...Watch a movie, bitch.”

The big man pushes the glasses back into place and looks for a moment as if he were going to walk away but looks back at Josh then at the camera and again that grin appears.

Atlas: “See, NFW is kinda like all of yalls ol ladies panties during that vacation to Jamaica. The real hood brothers are up in it and ain’t a goddamn thing you can do to stop it.”

The glasses are pulled down his nose just enough to expose his eyes, which he gives a wink at the camera, blows a kiss then pushes them up with his middle finger and keeps walking with the chain on his hip jingling.

Team TRIOCS vs. Salacious Intent

Xander steps out and Rayola goes out to meet Sela-Rica Lark. They lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up and Rayola takes Sela-Rica down. They wrestle on the mat for a bit before Rayola cradles Sela-Rica.

Sela-Rica kicks out.

Rayola tries to stay on top but Sela-Rica goes to the eyes and then punches her in the throat. As Rayola coughs, Sela-Rica cradles her in kind.

Rayola kicks out.

Sela-Rica makes the tag to Abigail. Abigail comes in and Salacious Intent use their five count to work over Rayola before Sela-Rica steps out. Abigail roughs Rayola up and then tags back in Sela-Rica. They use the five count again and then Sela-Rica roughs Rayola up as well. Sela-Rica looks to tag in Abigail but Rayola gets a rolling bodyscissors and holds her down for a cover.

Sela-Rica kicks out.

Sela-Rica jumps to a tag. Abigail comes in and Rayola catches her coming in for a rolling cradle.

Abigail kicks out.

Abigail starts to beat the crap out of Rayola but Rayola fights back and gets a ddt. Abigail rolls over and tags in Sela-Rica. Rayola staggers up, takes a step and then dive for the tag to Xander. Xander comes in and cleans house on both Abigail and Sela-Rica. Xander goes for the cover on Sela-Rica.

Abigail makes the save.

Salacious Intent gets a double low kick on Xander and then hit a double dropkick that sends Xander into the ropes. He bounces off and they hit a second double dropkick to his knees. Xander falls to his knees and they hit a third double dropkick that puts him down. Abigail tags in and Sela goes to step out just as...the Queen’s Guard arrive! She jumps on them to try and get the fight going. With Abigail distracted, watching the fray outside the ring, Rayola comes in and hits the Rayn-bow. Xander rolls Abigail up.


Yuusuke Takeda Pinfōru ni yoru shōsha wa tsugi no tōridesu. Xander Fillmore to Rayola Fillmore, chīmu TRIOCS!!

Abigail rolls out and starts fighting as well. Salacious Intent and the Queen’s Guard go at it until Lluvia Cane grabs Abigail and whips her into the barricade, sending her over into the crowd. The referee ushers TRIOCS out of the ring to try and clear the scene but now the Queen’s Guard throw Sela back into the ring and Lluvia slides in after her while Jamie slinks around to the commentary and timekeeper area.

Nick Hanson: Hey wait a minute, what the hell’s going on?! Jamie? Lluvia? What are they…?

Jim Reynolds: This is a new side we’re seeing from this part of the Kingdom, Nick. I think I--OH!!!!

While Sela gets back to her feet and squares up with Lluvia, Jamie slides in behind her and levels her in the back with the chair!! Sela goes down to all fours!

Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD!!!!

Jim Reynolds: I WAS JUST ABOUT TO SAY, I THINK I LIKE IT!!!

Nick Hanson: Are you serious?! This is--OH COME ON!!!!

Nick shouts as Jamie raises the chair up and brings it down across Sela’s back, laying her flat then tosses the chair out of the ring. Lluvia has a look of pure fire in her eyes as she leans down over Sela and pulls her head up by her hair. She can just barely be heard saying “you like that shit? This how you like to play?! Get her up!” She says the last part as she motions to Jamie who picks Sela up to her feet. Lluvia only needs to give the signal before Jamie pushes Sela into the ropes, Irish Whips her off and right into Lluvia’s Angelic Rebellion (Chick Kick)! Sela hits the mat, grabbing at her face! Lluvia and Jamie get fired up as they taunt Sela on the mat. Jamie motions for Lluvia to clear the way a bit and delivers Hate And Love (Standing Moonsault Double Knee Drop) right into Sela’s ribs. The Underground Queen curls up into a fetal position, gasping for air.

Nick Hanson: Good lord, this isn’t right!!! What’s gotten into these two?!

Jim Reynolds: They’re pissed off, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Oh what now? No no no, come onnnnnn!!!

Lluvia motions for Jamie to get up onto the top rope as she pulls Sela up right by her hair, taunting her just loud enough that the camera can hear her saying “get up baaaaaaaby! Get uuuuuup! You like rough play, don’t you?” She pulls Sela into a suplex setup with a knee to the midsection to add insult to injury then hits her Empress of Thunder (3 Amigos) immediately followed by Jamie’s Sacrificed Love (Frog Splash) - collectively performing Empress of Sacrificed Love!

Nick Hanson: Somebody get some damn help out here now!!!

Nick’s prayers are answered as referees start to run down to the ring but Lluvia and Jamie are seemingly done as they get out of the ring. Abigail Lindsey starts recovering from being thrown into the crowd while the referees come into the ring to check on Sela. The Queen’s Guard walk up to the stage and stare down at the ring coldly before slowly spreading out their arms in the Behold The Kingdom pose. The Hiroshima crowd doesn’t seem to know how to react. Do they boo? Do they cheer? There’s a concerned din of voices as Lluvia gives Jamie a hyped up slap in the chest and leads the way back through the tunnel.

Xander and Rayola are backstage but not happy as they go over the results of their match. Xander drags his hands across his face.

Xander: What in the hell happened out here?

Xander paces furiously while Rayola shakes her head behind her.

Xander: This isn’t how this works ladies! There was a very competitive and fair match going on here that you just ruined…

He looks back at Rayola who is shaking her head and pinching the bridge of her nose.

Xander: What the actual fuck is going on here in NFW? Can’t there be a match that I’m involved in that does end with someone cheating?? I’m over this crap!! This is exactly what we in TRIOCS have been talking about for weeks. There’s no semblance of fairness and genuine love for the art we all love so much in this company anymore!! Are we the only ones that want his type of competition?

Disgusted he once again looks to his wife as she has to say a few words of her own.

Rayola: This, all of this! Those two of all people in that damn group should have known better! But then you pull this! Yea I get it, they came out, screwed you over, why not do the same? Except we had this under control! We didn't need your help.

Rayola stares down The Queen's Guard on the monitor they’re watching the replay on..

Rayola: And when you go back, give Mary my regards. And tell her how much you all continue to prove my point about the rest of you. And one more thing, when we're done getting through to the finals, tell Mary she can carry her grudges while she watches me fly… with my husband at my side!

Xander: You know it babe!!

Xan hugs around Ray’s neck and turns his attention towards the camera.

Xander: Ohhh and if you’re going to be our messengers… Tell that piece of crap Kai Morgan that not one of us in this company has forgotten what he did!! Or maybe we’ll just come to your house and show you what it looks like when you disrespect an entire company, jerk off!!

The scene fades as Xanola share a beautiful embrace and kiss for everyone to enjoy as the scene fades out.
The scene opens to Katie Anderson and her manager, Zoey Madigan-Star, sitting the apron of a ring in a gym. Both of them are sipping water and obviously sweating. Katie puts the cap on her bottle and looks over at Zoey with a smile. This is clearly set sometime before Collision, with Zoey having made the trip over the Pacific yet again to take a more active role in guiding her friend’s career in NFW.

Katie Anderson: I appreciate you training with me. I really needed it. I've been getting my ass kicked here in Japan. I've retained but I've been wrestling like shit.

Taking another sip from her own bottle, Zoey nods a little.

Zoey Madigan-Star: I apologize for not being here for every show. Going back and forth between companies and shows. Hopefully what we’ve gotten done here will help out come Tuesday night.

Zoey does not sound all that confident, though. Where it comes to Katie she believes in her friend’s ability to retain over Ronnie Lester and continue being champion. Something else is on her mind, though. Katie wraps her arm around Zoey's shoulder.

Katie Anderson: It's okay, Zoey. I know you have your own career to focus on. But it will be good to have you back by my side. I've missed you, girl.

She takes her arm from around Zoey and smiles, she slides off the apron and stands. It’s enough to get a smile out of the magician, who stands as well.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Same here. At least with you, over here, I don’t have to worry nearly as much about people trying to accuse me of things I didn’t do. And if you do, I’ll just toss you around the ring a little harder.

She winks at Katie. Katie chuckles and sticks her tongue out playfully.

Katie Anderson: Oh really? Because I remember you taking some pretty hard throws and bumps yourself there, my friend. All I had to do was imagine knocking the hell out of Alex Caldwell, Ronnie Lester, and anyone else who has happened to piss me off.

She chuckles but there is a dryness to it, almost like she was trying to cover up something. If Zoey realizes that something is amiss, she doesn’t let on.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Oh, I’ll have a few bumps later, sure. But not as many as Ronnie is going to have after Collision.

Polishing off the rest of her bottle, she nods towards the ring again.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Wanna take one more go at it?

Katie slides back into the ring and smiles.

Katie Anderson: Let's do this, I can go all day long, baby!

She watches as Zoey gets back in the ring along with her, smiling just a little bit more now.

Katie Anderson: You know, I know we train together, but sometimes I wonder...who would win me? Or you?

Zoey Madigan-Star: We’ll have to find out one day… either you sign there or I sign here. No hard feelings regardless of who comes out on top though, right?

Katie nods and Zoey nods back. Then the two women lock up and get back to it.

Ronnie Lester vs. Katie Anderson ©

Before the bell rang, the crowd was surprised as Halestorm’s “I Am The Fire” kicked on over the PA system and Alexandra Caldwell made her way down to the ring. She set out a chair and took a seat off to the side of the commentary table, arms folded as she watched the activity in the ring. Katie Anderson didn’t look too pleased but attempted to not let her focus on the task at hand be diverted.

The bell rang, Katie shook hands with Ronnie Lester and the two circled up in the middle, coming in for a lockup. Ronnie was normally a daredevil highflyer but he used his size advantage on Katie to pull her into a side headlock and wrench the neck. Katie used her smaller stature to her own advantage and slipped out, shoving Ronnie forward. He hit the ropes and came back where Katie used his momentum to hit an armdrag, followed by a running dropkick as he came up onto his knees. This sent Ronnie into a sitting corner position where Katie landed on her back, rolled back onto her feet and ran in for a running cannonball senton into the corner. Katie picked him up and hit him with a couple of chest chops before running across the ring to the other corner to get a headstart but she noticed too late that Ronnie had exploded out of the corner behind her and came in with a Running Knee Strike In The Corner as soon as she turned around! He whipped Katie onto the mat and popped up, kicking off of the top turnbuckle for a springboard moonsault and a cover.


Ronnie picked Katie up and started going for the chops and forearm strikes, hitting with everything he could to whittle the champion down so he could get the upper hand. Katie reversed an Irish Whip, possibly looking for Ronnie to rebound off but he hit the ropes and came back with a Springboard Dropkick. Katie hit the mat and climbed back to her feet just as Ronnie came in and dropkicked her again, sending her over the top rope and to the floor. Katie got to her feet and leaned back against the commentary table to catch a breath. From her chair, Alexandra Caldwell got up and started talking some trash which got Katie’s attention and the champion walked over to get up in her face. Alexandra straightened her posture and bumped up into Katie, daring her to make a move but Katie backed off, knowing now was not the time and place.Just as Katie turned around, she saw Ronnie Lester had come out of the ring and was reaching out to grab her but she juked out of the way. Ronnie stopped himself from plowing into Alexandra and started to express his apologies before turning around and POW! SUPERKICK BY KATIE ANDERSON!!! Ronnie went stumbling back, crashing into Alexandra Caldwell, knocking her over. Katie pulled Ronnie to his feet, rolling him into the ring and climbed up onto the apron, but as she got back into the ring, Ronnie was back on his feet and came in with his own superkick, catching her as she went to collapse over the ropes and hit a Hangman’s DDT for another cover.


Ronnie sat up and pulled Katie to her feet, hoisting her up over his shoulders and went for The Guilt Trip (Cradle Shock) but Katie slipped free and pulled him down into a double knee backstabber. Katie followed up with a Standing Moonsault and went for her own cover.


Katie pulled Ronnie up to his feet and went for another kick but the Wicked One caught The Beautiful One’s foot. Katie answered back with a stiff Enziguri to the side of the head, however and sent Ronnie staggering. Katie saw her opportunity and ran in, catching him with a Running Bulldog that planted his head into the mat. As she popped to her feet, Ronnie starting getting up onto all fours and Katie ran off the ropes, catching him with Bad Street Blues (Curbstomp) for the next cover!


Yuusuke Takeda: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu. Pinfōru de, soredemo NFW Jeneshisu Chanpion: The Byūtifuru One, Katie Andāson!

Nick Hanson: Congratulations to the champion on another defen--HEY!!!

Before Nick Hanson could finish his words, Alexandra Caldwell ran into the ring and jumped on Katie Anderson, wailing away with her fists. The two spilled out under the bottom rope and started trading shots in a crazy brawl as referees came to try and pull them apart.

Jim Reynolds: Wasn’t expecting an encore, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Well, we don’t have time for an encore! We’ll have to separate these two and see what happens next week! So long, ladies and gentlemen!