NFW Collision #114! 11/23/2021!

Tommy Janes vs. Damon Cross

Janes runs at Cros and jumps him in his own corner to start the match. Janes starts to beat the champion down and quickly knocks the smaller man to his knees. Cross tries to get his hands up to fight back and Janes gives him a powerful knee strike that bounces Cross’ head off the middle turnbuckle. Cross starts to slump to the mat and Janes pulls him out of the corner. Janes drives an elbow into the middle of Cross’ back and then rolls him over for a cover.

Cross kicks out.

Janes mounts Cross and starts to rain blows down. Cross covers up. Janes continues to hammer away until Cross catches him in between impacts and cradles him.

Janes kicks out.

Janes pops up and gets in a knee to the gut on the champion then follows with the Don’t Blink flurry of offense that ends in the short-arm lariat. Cross goes down and Janes covers.

Cross kicks out.

Janes goes to mount him again and Cross rolls through into a cradle that he knew Janes would counter and counters the counter.

Janes kicks out.

Cross gets up and hits a knee strike to the face on Janes as the larger man is still on one knee. Janes starts to crumple and Cross hits a short ddt. Cross covers.

Janes barely kicks out.

Cross gets up and goes for White Redemption. Janes gets his knees up and Cross bounces hard. Janes grabs Cross and hista deadlift powerbomb. Janes covers.

Cross kicks out.

Janes gets Cross up and feints a punch. Cross ducks and Janes gives him Two For Flinching. Janes covers.

Cross gets a foot on the bottom rope.

Janes slaps the mat in frustration and drags Cross up. Cross quickly executes a standings witch and goes into an O’Connor roll.

Janes kicks out.

Cross goes against the ropes and Janes rolls him up.

Cross kicks out.

Janes gets up and takes a swing for a big lariat. Cross hooks the arm and swings up into a crucifix.

Within the Rohto Arena in Nara, Japan, the camera takes in the nostalgic setting of the Haven. The painting of the Sakura trees hangs on the wall opposite the door. The four stone pillars in the corners of the room hold up beautiful Japanese vases. The cypress coffee table sits in the center of the room with a Japanese tea set on top. Closely around the table are a small cooler, and three black recliners forming a triangle. Mrs. Hikaru Page steps into the camera’s view wearing a pink and white Japanese cherry blossom-designed kimono, her hair styled in a beautiful updo and complimented by decorative chopsticks. With a gentle smile on her face, she politely bows towards the camera -- and the viewers watching.

Hikaru Page: Koni’chiwa, mi’naa. Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen. Welcome to Hikaru’s Haven on New Frontier Wrestling. With today’s episode of Collision, we are officially one month away from the 18th WrestleWar, the biggest pay-per-view of the company. Winter is fast approaching in Japan and yet there is a lot of intense heat between some of the wrestlers. In fact, I am about to introduce two of them right now. First, she is the Eternal Paladin and a member of the Guardians, Misasu Jeshika Mashūzu!

The Paladin of the Guardians steps into the Haven with a smile on her face. Deep in her soft blue eyes, however, it’s clear she’s seen better days in her life. She’s wearing a kimono with different shades of purple and her golden blonde hair is braided into a stylish updo. The ladies bow towards each other out of respect.

Hikaru Page: It is nice to have you, Jessica-chan. Please have a seat.

Jessica Matthews: Thank you for inviting me, Hikaru-chan.

She moves to sit down on one of the recliners. Of course, she can’t help but wonder about Hikaru’s words… and for good reason. The Lotus Blossom folds her hands in front of her and bows her head apologetically.

Hikaru Page: Please forgive me for this, Jessica-chan. My second guest is someone you are quite familiar with…

She turns towards the camera once more.

Hikaru Page: Ladies and gentlemen, the Knightmare King, Misutā Mashū Shīrudo!

A slightly grim expression falls upon Jessica’s face. The first glimpse of Shields is that horrible black and blood-red Oni mask he has insisted on wearing. The rest of his dress is fairly traditional, however, keeping in theme with Hikaru’s Haven, starting with his custom black Geta, with the dark red straps, black Hakata pants, and his custom Haori jacket he has been wearing all tour. He did go modern with a Gaijin Nightmare t-shirt, doing a little self-promoting.

Matt Shields: Kon'nichiwa, Hikaru. Anata ni aeru no wa itsumo yorokobidesu, soshite anata wa gōjasu ni miemasu.

(Hello, Hikaru. Always a pleasure to see you, you look gorgeous.)

Shields steps in and hugs Hikaru, then politely bows before he turns to the other guest on the show tonight. He smirks and chuckles a little bit as Jessica Matthews is clearly not happy about his presence.

Matt Shields: Great to see you too, Bubbles. I was wondering what my little Hotaru had hidden up her kimono for this.

Hikaru’s golden brown eyes widen slightly at the nickname. It’s clearly been a long time since she’s heard it. Shields plops down on the other recliner and seems absolutely giddy about the current situation.

Matt Shields: I have to say, this was… well, I guess we’ll find out if it was insane, brilliant, or both.

Jessica Matthews: Knowing you…? This is going to be a disaster.

The Paladin narrows her eyes. She folds her eyes across her chest, her eyes never leaving the Knightmare King. Hikaru looks between the two and carefully picks up the teapot in her hands.

Hikaru Page: Ano… would either of you like some tea? It is peach blossom with a little orange zest.

Jessica Matthews: Yes please.

She answers without looking away from him.

Matt Shields: Absolutely. That sounds delightful, Hikaru. Dōmo arigatōgozaimasu

Hikaru complies and begins to serve her guests, pouring the hot beverage into their cups. Shields nods to his host before he turns to Jessica and winks at her.

Matt Shields: Why all the hostility, Bubbles? You don’t have to watch me like that. We’re here to have a nice discussion, enjoy some tea, explain why you insist on denying that I am exactly what I say I am. The best god damned wrestler on the planet? I could win with a hammerlock if I felt like it. First, though, I believe the tea is ready.

Shields turns away from Jessica and smiles at Hikaru, bowing again as he graciously accepts his cup. He waits for Jessica to receive hers, then sets his cup down, stands, and offers to pour Hikaru’s tea for her. She’s a little surprised by this, but she accepts the offer and watches him pour tea into her cup.

Hikaru Page: Arigato, Matthew-san.

Jessica can’t believe what she’s seeing. Matthew Shields… nice to someone besides himself? But she should expect this. After all, Hikaru is the mother of their child. Once everyone has their tea, the teapot is carefully set on the table, and then Shields takes his seat once more. Hikaru finally sits down and folds her hands on her lap. She can easily sense the tension between the two.

Hikaru Page: There is so much history between the two of you. For those who don’t know, would either of you like to explain some of the timeline?

It seems like Jessica is about to answer when Shields leans up in his chair and sets his cup down.

Matt Shields: Oh wow, talk about a long, long story. The Guardians against The Destroyers. Speaking of? Hey Coda. Kick some ass on Saturday.

Shields gives a quick shout-out to his former stablemate, takes a sip of tea, and looks over at Jessica.

Matt Shields: I think Jessica likes reminiscing about our old adventures more than I do, though. Of course, maybe not, considering I was busy being the cornerstone of a company while she was the number two on her squad.

That little dig, that smirk, the sip of his tea as he let her talk in the most condescending way possible. Is anyone else rooting for her to throat punch him? She clenches her fists and narrows her eyes, but slowly she takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly. She lifts her teacup and goes to take a sip, but pauses for a moment and looks up towards him.

Jessica Matthews: And yet the Guardians won the war in the end.

Retaliation shot fired! A knowing little smile crosses Jessica’s face before she takes a sip of the hot beverage. Hikaru’s a little nervous; she hasn’t even picked up her teacup. She watches the Paladin take another sip.

Jessica Matthews: He was desperate to recruit me. He honestly believed I would betray the Guardians and align myself with the Destroyers. Of course, he doesn’t take rejection very well. Shields harassed me. He antagonized me. He nearly ended my career...

That’s when she lowers her cup onto the table. A frown crosses her face and she scowls. Her left hand instinctively moves to the back of her neck where she suffered from spinal compression for six months.

Jessica Matthews: ...and lest you forget he threatened and hurt my older sister, Everalda.

Hikaru Page: Because of me...

Oh, the Japanese Lotus certainly hasn’t forgotten. She looks down at her hands and presses her lips together in a thin line. Shields takes a breath and now he’s the irritated one. He grinds his teeth a little as his hands shake for a few seconds before he quickly clenches them open and close.

Matt Shields: Okay, so maybe I took things a little too far. Maybe I went a little overboard with the… intimidation tactics. I shouldn’t have done that. Sono Hotaru o gomen'nasai. Gomen'nasai Everalda.

He looks to Hikaru and bows slightly, then turns back to Jessica.

Matt Shields: Let’s stop talking about the past, Jessica. Let's get to the present. I tried to offer you an olive branch and not only did you refuse it, but you also snapped in half and threw it in my face. I was trying to start fresh with everything, but you just wouldn’t allow that. You could have just said no, but you attacked my wrestling ability, my skills, my talent, the thing that made me a multi-time champion all over the World, including here in my second home, the amazing and beautiful country of Japan.

Shields is doing his best to turn things back in his favor, pretending to be the good guy for some reason, though not too good. Jessica’s glare once again centers on him. She sits on the edge of the recliner and places her hands on the armrests.

Jessica Matthews: You’re a man of chaos and disorder. There’s nothing good or honorable about you. Most of your victories, most of your championship reigns, are because you cheated and resorted to dirty tactics. The only reason why you started to rely more on technical skills was because I bruised your fragile ego. Old habits die hard, Shields.

The tension continues to rise between the longtime rivals. Hikaru softly bites down on her lower lip before she looks at Jessica.

Hikaru Page: Ano… you cannot discredit him like that, Jessica-chan. Matthew-san was a skilled technical wrestler in Japan.

Jessica’s caught off guard by this. Hikaru then looks at Shields and laces her own fingers together on her lap.

Hikaru Page: It was around the time we first met. We were younger, then.

Matt smiles, not smirks, it’s another rare smile from the man, and it’s still very unsettling.

Matt Shields: I remember that. I won my match that night with a Gannosuke clutch. You were impressed at how quickly I pulled it off. Luckily it was the only thing I did in such a fashion.

Shields chuckles and winks at Hikaru, drawing a bit of a blush, while Jessica was no doubt disgusted. She folds her arms across her chest.

Jessica Matthews: I don’t think her husband would appreciate that kind of reminiscing.

Shields glares at Jessica, gritting his teeth once more. He stops, laughs a little, and takes a sip of his tea.

Matt Shields: Right… Still, our friend makes a very good point.

Jessica scoffs, while Shields presses on.

Matt Shields: You were right about one thing, Jessica. You did strike a blow to the old ego, but I was gonna just beat people up with kendo sticks and choke them to make myself feel better. I cut that out and started relying on my technical skills more because my son asked me to. The fact that it proved you wrong and pisses you off, well that’s just a huge bonus.

While he grins, she rolls her eyes and leans back against the recliner.

Jessica Matthews: So you were once a skilled technical wrestler and you’ve recently won a couple of matches under pure rules. That doesn’t change years of dishonor. I understand little Minoru-kun wants to have faith in you, but unfortunately, it’s gravely misplaced.

Oh, Hikaru visibly winces from those words. Her fingers unlace and she lightly clenches her fists.

Hikaru Page: Please leave my son out of this… You two need to settle this personal war once and for all.

Jessica looks at Hikaru with a soft shimmer in her eyes. An apologetic look comes across her features before she looks at Shields with the slightest glower. He still carries himself with such pride as he speaks.

Matt Shields: I have always been a skilled technical wrestler, and I continue to be so. You say what I did was dishonorable, I say it was strategic. Since you continue to doubt me, though, maybe I need to show you firsthand just how good I really am. Perhaps at this little place called The Tokyo Dome? Let’s make it really interesting and keep those pure rules going. It needs more, though; one fall doesn’t feel like enough. I think I’ve got it. Two out of three falls pure rules match. That should be no problem for you, right? Since I’m not the greatest god damned wrestler in the World. That’s what you say.

This comes as a surprise to the Guardian. She rises to her feet, lightly brushes at her kimono, and-- if only for this moment-- looks down at Shields.

Jessica Matthews: Challenge accepted.

The fans in attendance are over-the-moon excited about this! Shields smiles, stands up, and shakes her hand, then suddenly takes control of her wrist and slips right into a hammerlock with a surprising bit of speed. But just as quickly as he applies the hold, he breaks it and takes a few steps back.

Matt Shields: Next time you doubt my technical prowess, remember that, Jessica.

Shields smirks, reaches down and picks up his cup of tea. He takes a large sip, finishing it off, and puts the cup back down, smirking at Jessica as he waits for her response. Once again, she’s completely taken off guard. This time, it’s not a pretty sight. Jessica narrows her eyes, her hands clenching tightly into fists, but Hikaru steps between them before there’s another move.

Hikaru Page: I believe that is enough. It is clear I cannot ask any more questions. I’m certain Mr. Callaway will make the match official for WrestleWar. Until then...

She really doesn’t want any more conflict between the two. Jessica looks at Hikaru, glares at Shields, then focuses on the Hostess of the Haven again.

Jessica Matthews: Sayonara.

The Eternal Paladin dismisses herself from the Haven -- and without finishing her tea. Hikaru sighs softly as the door closes and she turns towards Shields.

Hikaru Page: I hope you know what you are doing, Matthew-san. For Minoru’s sake.

Matt Shields: Watashi o shinjite.

(Trust me.)

Shields smirks once more before he bows towards Hikaru, who bows in return as some traditional Japanese music begins to play. The perspective fades away from Hikaru’s Haven and to the next.
“Gauze” by Aesop Rock blares over the arena speakers, signalling the arrival of Kai Morgan. He comes out wearing a Razzles Mars "Candy Kingdom" T-Shirt and jeans, carrying a steel chair and a microphone. The fans boo him, though not as much as he had been before. However, Kai’s still giving them all the same snide expression he always had. He walks down to the ring, unfolding the chair and sitting on it as the music fades and he begins to speak.

Kai Morgan: ...I’ve been thinking...for a very long time about the words that I’m about to say...and you can take this time to crack jokes...to say “Oh, he’s so dumb he has to think about his promos”...but in all truthfulness, if I were to come out here with a microphone and open my mouth 100% unfiltered, this show would be off the air...

The crowd continues to boo Morgan, hoping to get a rise out of him. Instead, he takes a surprisingly reserved route, not even making a movement outside of lowering the microphone from his lips. He looks down with a bit of smirk, before returning the mic to his face.

Kai Morgan: See, I’ve got a lot to say, and I’m not leaving the ring until I say it. So you can boo all you want, but I’ll hold up this entire goddamn show if I have to. I don’t give a fuck...

The fans continue to boo even louder at Morgan, hoping to call his bluff. However, Morgan stays stagnant, not letting a single reaction get to him. The booing eventually tires out and ceases, allowing Morgan the opportunity to speak.

Kai Morgan: And now see...you all ultimately prove my point. See I did what I did at the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Final, and I’ve been hated since by all of you...I’ve been dealt a lot of insults...a lot of vague, and frankly, unanswerable threats...but chief among all of them has been this one thing that I’ve told...and I’ve only been told it one time, but it’s been stuck in my craw. I was told, “you had a choice”.

Morgan pauses for a moment, pondering what he just said, before returning to his speech.

Kai Morgan: And I love...no I absolutely LOVE that someone would say something like that to me. Because out of all the events that lead to this point, it is the first and only time that it’s been said to anyone involved, and of all the people that it was said to or about it was me!

He pauses once more, before continuing his point.

Kai Morgan: And see that’s what sticks in my craw about it. Because lots of people involved here ”had a choice”. Tommy Janes ”had a choice” when he decided to take a cheap shot at me, which I should add was the first shot! Moe Renhuan ”had a choice” when she decided to butt into my business and attempted to attack me 2-on-1. Rayola Davine ”had a choice” when she decided to continue treating me like I was the weak link in that match at Cruel Summer! And Xander Fillmore ”had a choice” when he decided to force me into a corner because I got split.

He pauses again, this time becoming more visibly frustrated.

Kai Morgan: This whole situation has been a Daisy Chain of people ”having a choice” and making those choices at my expense without a single fuck to be had. So it frustrates me...beyond what words can even describe...that when I go to flip the narrative...when I go to take control of my situation...when I gain assistance in breaking said...I get vilified. That I’m the only one who seems to be hated!

The crowd boos, but suddenly falters at Morgan’s stoic, yet simmering expression. He moves on to his next point.

Kai Morgan: So let me ask you guys a serious, genuine question: Does what I did make me the worst person in the world? No, seriously! I’m being dead serious! Does...what I did...make me...the worst person in the world? Because let me tell you, I can truthfully guarantee that I’m not even the worst person in this building! I came across about fifteen people that are worse than me before I stepped through that curtain...and I’m sure I’ll run into about fifteen more when I walk back through it again.

And the worst part about it is...you all cheer for some of them. You all lose your goddamn minds when they come out on that stage and walk down that ramp…and that’s because you don’t see them the way I do...you don’t see them when they know that the cameras aren’t watching…you don’t see them...when they’re comfortable…

That’s the thing too...there’s a hypocrisy to the way that works. You all respond well to those people because they come off as strong, brave, confident, powerful...but the truth of the matter is they are never more vulnerable and fragile than they are when they’re out here...because back there, they can be exactly who they are...and out here they have a mask that they have to work hard not to let slip.

Kai pauses again, taking in the words he’s saying and realizing he may be lingering too much.

Kai Morgan: And see, I can talk about who these people are and what they do, but I don’t stoop to levels like that, as surprising as that may be. But even if I did, it wouldn’t change a thing. You’ll all find some way to make me the bad guy off of it. The talk of the industry wouldn’t be about them...it’d be about Kai Morgan...and about how Kai Morgan is putting people on blast because he’s petty...about how Kai Morgan is making other people look bad because he’s a dick...about how Kai Morgan is making this company look bad because Zion isn’t as big as NF-

Morgan quickly cuts himself out, interrupting his point in favor of another one.

Kai Morgan: And that’s a whole other thing. All these people saying that Zion isn’t ”isn’t as big” as NFW...motherfucker...Mayhem AND Fusion has been killing this show in the ratings for too damn long for that argument to even continue to carry weight. You all need to worry about catching up with us and not the other way around. But yeah...keep telling yourselves that you’re not our number 2 all you want...and that goes for everyone in the back as well.

Kai pauses, his red now filling his face beginning to dissipate as he calmly goes about making his final point.

Kai Morgan: This story has been a long one for sure...and I’ve been around for every single chapter, whilst not once being the one to hold the pen...tonight, and every other night from this point on….I control my narrative!

Morgan slams down his microphone before folding up his steel chair and walking out of the ring with it. The crowd boos his very emphatic words as we move on.

Malaya Diyosa vs. Bianca Page

The two rivals circled for the briefest of moments before both shot in for the lock up. Bianca utilizied her size advantage to push Malaya back into the corner. Bianca takes a few quick cheap shots with a forearm smash and rake across Malaya’s face. Priscilla Mayer is quick to warn Bianca, and the Classy one backs off, but then slaps Malaya across the face. Unfortunately, that only pisses the Monarch off and she responds with a forearm smash of her own, a quick right, left, right leg kick combo, before Malaya uses being in the corner to her advantage as she uses the ropes to assist her in a big jumping knee strike. Bianca drops and Malaya is quick to go for the cover, getting the first 2 count of the match. Malaya brings Bianca up to her feet and Bianca repays her with an eye rake and a big spike DDT that secures her a 2 count. Bianca pulls Malaya up, delivers a sharp kick to the midsection and connects with a scissor kick for another 2 count. Bianca stays on the offensive, not wanting to lose her momentum. Biana brings Malaya up once more and looks for a kill shot as she delivers an absolutely vicious Brainbuster. Bianca Page makes the cover


Bianca is furious about the kickout and starts screaming at Pricilla that it was three and she needs to raise her hand right now. Malaya isn’t good enough to even be challenging The Socialites. Priscilla is having none of it though and Malaya is just getting ample time to recover from the onslaught from the Classy one. Malaya takes advantage of this and delivers a big backstabber. Malaya rolls off and takes a few seconds to catch her breath before she delivers a jumping calf kick to rock Bianca once she gets up, followed by a quick hip toss and a basement thrust kick that scored another 2 count. Malaya brings Bianca up and delivers a perfect Northern Lights Suplex. Malaya bridges into the pin, but Bianca is again able to kick out at 2. Malaya brings Bianca up one more time and looks set to end it with the Maximum Overdrive. Malaya makes the cover


Malaya pulls Bianca up and sets for the Rude Buster, but Bianca grabs her hair and slams her down onto the mat. Bianca stumbles back into the ropes and takes a bit to catch her breath and shake the cobwebs. Bianca charges with a high knee as Malaya gets up and The Monarch is rocked. Bianca continues on through, hits the ropes and builds up a nice bit of momentum for a big discus clothesline. Bianca crawls into the cover and gets another close 2 count. Bianca climbs up top, sets and dives off with the big elbow, only to crash and burn. Malaya rolls into a crucifix pin and gets another close 2 count. Malaya rolls back, pulls herself up on the ropes, rolls over on to the apron and then hits a big springboard cross body for another 2 count. Malaya gets herself set for the buzzsaw kick, swings through, but Bianca ducks it, hops up, thumbs Malaya right in the eye and hits a big superkick. Bianca covers


Bianca is again furious with Priscila Mayer, screaming that she needs to learn how to count. Bianca turns around and gets caught with a springboard stunner after once again wasting time arguing with the ref. Malaya takes a few seconds to sit and catch her breath as she blinks, and gets her eyesight back fully. Bianca doesn’t let that last though as she gouges Malaya’s eyes and hits a quick snap suplex. Bianca floats over, brings Malaya up and looks for another brainbuster, but Malaya drives her knee down, and pulls Bianca into a small package for a very close 2 count. Malaya rolls back, hops up and delivers a step up enziguri to rock Bianca before she follows with the Rude Buster. Malaya doesn’t cover, instead she looks at the ropes, looks at Bianca, runs to the corner and delivers the Butterfly Effect. Malaya is right into the cover



Yuusuke Takeda: Pinfōru no kekka to shite no anata no shōsha... Maraya Diyosa

Jim Reynolds: Malaya Diyosa with the win and her second defeat of a Socialite. That’s not going to make the Page sister happy.

Nick Hanson: Bianca used some of those dirty tricks, she was quick to attack when she did get the advantage, but she argued with the ref too much and that definitely cost her.

Jim Reynolds: It did indeed and Malaya was quick to make her pay for that and she used her agility as well as those quick sudden strikes and earned this win.

Backstage at the Rohto Arena in Nara, Japan, Josh Davidson is standing beside one-fourth of THE Beautification Movement as Juliana is on her own, already dressed for the tag match later on tonight, her kimono covering most of her gear, but her boots show that tonight is a red and gold gear night.

Josh Davidson: Hello there NFW fans, I am supposed to be here with THE Beautification Movement, but we only have Juliana Mendoza here.

Juliana snatches the mic away from Josh and shakes her head in disgusts as she rolls her eyes.

Juliana Mendoza: Ugh, how dare you ever say that you only have Juliana Mendoza. You should be grateful every time you are ever allowed in the presence of any single member of THE Beautification Movement, especially Miss Majestuosa herself.

Josh Davidson: Well it is great, I just expected THE entire Beautification Movement.

Juliana Mendoza: Josh, I’m going to tell you something that you have definitely never heard before. Just shut your mouth, hold the mic and look cute.

Josh doesn’t seem to know what to say as she takes his hand, places the mic in his hand, and raises it to her preferred level. She closes her eyes, takes a breath, and smiles, opening her eyes as she gives a quick hair flip.

Juliana Mendoza: Kon’nichiwa, Hola, hello NFW, tonight I, Miss Majestuosa, Juliana Mendoza, have THE pleasure of serving as the voice of THE Beautification Movement. Miss Moretti and Cayla are taking care of some important business and TAURUS is recovering after a minor health incident. It’s okay because one member of THE Beautification Movement is every member of THE Beautification Movement. It’s what makes us such an amazing team. Whether it is tagging tonight against those horrible awful atrocious Gallus Gag Girls. Team Trihard isn’t much better, but at least we do agree with them about that little idiot Kai Morgan.

Juliana rolls her eyes and flips her hair back.

Juliana Mendoza: It’s okay though. We obviously knew we would be in this match tonight and prepared for all of the other teams. Thing is, THE NFW Tag Team Titles, they’re just enough. How could we not put a title around the gorgeous waist of TAURUS? So we were thinking, WrestleWar is two nights. Night one, THE Beautification Movement Originals can win THE NFW Tag Team Titles from those yummy Drake Brothers, and then night two, THE Beautification Movement elite edition, we’ll be more than happy to take THE NFW Trios Titles. Think of it, Myself, Cayla, and TAURUS with the Trios belts around our beautiful waists, Miss Moretti with the tag team titles over her… shoulders. THE NFW Tag and Trios divisions would finally have truly beautiful champions to go along with those beautiful titles. Don’t you think those belts would look much better with THE Beautification Movement?

Josh Davidson is unsure of what he should do and just holds the mic as Juliana rolls her eyes and sighs.

Juliana Mendoza: Idiot, this is the part where you agree with me and sing the praises of THE Beautification Movement. How we are THE Most Beautiful, THE Most Talented, and THE Absolute Best team in all of wrestling, and you are going to be rooting for us tonight and at WrestleWar.

Josh Davidson: Uh right… I mean I do try to remain impartial. I definitely think THE Beautification Movement could win the Trios Titles. With TAURUS behind you...

Juliana snatches the mic away from Josh and shakes her head.

Juliana Mendoza: Are you serious?

Juliana shoves Josh out of the way and just storms off.

Juliana Mendoza: Idiota. No puedo creer que pensé en darte un tornillo de lástima.

Juliana is quite loud as she storms off and after a few seconds, Josh’s Spanish lessons pay off, his eyes light up, and then his head sinks a bit as we fade away.
Only one drum hit this time, as "VICTIM" by HEALTH takes over the PA speakers. Upon hearing HEALTH, the Nara crowd breaks out into a chorus of boos.

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

The lights come up as "TEARS" replaces "VICTIM." They reveal the Devil In The Details, Katelin Descarrilado. No mask, no glasses this time for Katelin, who looks around and is surprisingly visibly shocked by the reception. Regardless, Mrs. Descarrilado walks down in time to "TEARS" before grabbing a chair and eventually setting it up in the middle of the ring.

"Trust us now
It's time to let me go
Give up, give our soul back..."

Katelin takes Yuusuke Takeda's microphone before sitting in the middle of the ring, with "TEARS" fading out.

Katelin Descarrilado: Just to get this out of the way... oh, ye of so little faith...

Katelin shakes her head as her hometown crowd boos her mercilessly.

Katelin Descarrilado: This was supposed to be the tour where, after reflection, I was going to decide that my path up to this point may have been lower than you'd like. I was going to embrace the "hometown hero" role that I'd been given. After I had been welcomed with open arms, after all the free matches I wrestled as a result for you... after everything I did since coming home, win or lose... you all turn on me the second Dona Rotten reveals herself. You all forget about everything I did for you after she attacks me out of nowhere like a coward... after somehow weaseling her way back from the unemployment line. In that split-second, I went from "hometown hero" to "also-ran."

The crowd cheers at the mention of Dona Rotten.

Katelin Descarrilado: What did I ever do to you people for that act of cowardice to be seen as heroic? I have done nothing wrong since getting here for this tour, since losing the Genesis Championship. I have made all of the peace I could possibly make... what else did I do that I didn't already correct? How is someone who lost fair and square to someone better the hero for attacking the winner? Do you realize that in any other sport, what Dona did would be grounds for banishment? You don't see the Orix Buffaloes hit the Tohoku Rakuten Golden Eagles with their bats after the Buffaloes lose.

The crowd boos Katelin more, as she simply shakes her head no.

Katelin Descarrilado: No wonder the end of the world draws near. Mass hysteria is the first sign of an impending apocalypse. It reveals everyone's true colors towards others. On that note... Faith Simpson, consider tonight your true debut. Trina Tanaka's never one to hold on for long, after all. Speaking of "true colors," just pray that you don't lose your faith after I'm done breaking your legs all the while getting a hero's welcome. You'll need that faith for the apocalypse to come.

Descarrilado fakes as though she's getting to her feet before pausing and sitting back down.

Katelin Descarrilado: Oh... and to the rest of Nara? 2006-Nen ni dorīmurando ga nakunattatoki, Nara wa sore to tomoni nakunarimashita

(When Dreamland died in 2006, Nara died with it.)

Descarrilado rises to her feet to everyone in the arena booing her, before folding up the chair and kicking it out of the ring, awaiting Faith's arrival...

Faith Simpson vs. Katelin Descarrilado

Faith and Katelin were in the ring being checked over by the referee to ensure neither had brought anything they shouldn’t have. Once Heather Young was satisfied and the two women nodded to they were ready, Young signaled for the bell to ring and the match to start. As soon as the bell sounded, the two women locked up, but Faith used her speed to quickly hit a snap DDT, crashing Katelin’s head into the mat. Katelin was stunned for a moment though it didn’t last long as the older woman got back to her feet and immediately snatched her up, slamming her to the ground with a hammerlock suplex, but Katelin didn’t release the smaller woman’s arm and yanked her to her feet, following up with a vicious kick out snap DDT, driving the woman’s head roughly into the mat. Faith was stunned for a minute or two, referee Young checking on her to make sure nothing more was going on. When the ref backed off, Katelin made her way over to Faith, but the smaller and younger woman had gathered herself enough to be able to send a fast kick to the side of Katelin’s head when the taller of the two had leaned over to grab her.

Faith was able to get back to her feet on her own, and she nailed Katelin with a snap suplex before launching herself off of the ropes, hauling ass towards Katelin who had started getting up. Faith proceeded to slam Katelin back down to the mat with a running bulldog before jumping back to her feet. As Katelin began to slowly get back to her feet, Faith waited until the other woman was completely to her feet before hooking her arm around Katelin’s neck, going for a Twist of Faith swinging neckbreaker, but the other woman wasn’t going to go down that easy. Katelin countered with an ode to her husband by using his End of the Line storm cradle driver. Instead of pinning her opponent, however, Katelin got back to her feet and locked in the Death March Boston Crab that she elevated before she put a knee on Faith’s neck. As she continued applying pressure, Faith could be heard crying out in pain while Heather Young asked her if she gave up. After saying no a handful of times, Faith finally tapped out when Katelin continued adding pressure to the move.

As the bell rang and Katelin celebrated to her music, the camera switched backstage to show the footage playing on a flat screen on a wall. As the camera pans back, we quickly recognize it as the assigned office space of Luthor Callaway. He’s standing there with his arms folded as he turns to look at a woman beside him.

Luthor Callaway: Anything else?

The woman turns and we see that it’s, once again, Dona Rotten wearing her Shieldmaidens kutte over a sleeveless hoodie with the hood drawn up and a scowl on her face. Dona doesn’t say a word as she just looks at Luthor and steps out of the office, shutting the door behind her.


Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Ya know… it’s sad when someone who fuckin’ talks about respect… ends up showin’ none to someone who did nothin’ to deserve it… ain’t that right, Sorsh?

Psycho shrugs.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, but it saems tae happen often in this feckin’ sport.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Oh aye, but neither o’ us expected it from TRIOCS. And when I called ‘em out for claimin’ that they’re the only fuckin’ tag team in NFW who have any respect for this business and do shite the right way… what did I get in response? Silence.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Ye never kin bae tellin’ how tings will bae goin’ on Twitter. Sometimes paeple jess dinna bae saein’ tings. An’ sometimes they bae ignorin’ it because they dinna wanna have tae dael wit shite about it.

Bruiser shakes her head in disgust as she folds her heavily tattooed arms across her chest.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: See… we were already goin’ into this match with the intent o’ walkin’ out the winners. We’ve been sayin’ since the start o’ this little tournament that it don’t fuckin’ matter who is put in front o’ us… ain’t nobody stoppin’ us from goin’ on to facin’ the Drakes for those Tag Team Championships! But now? Considerin’ we’re facin’ a couple o’ thots who believe themselves to be the greatest fuckin’ thin’ on the planet in THE Beautification Movement as well as facin’ a couple o’ hypocrites in TRIOCS… we’re now also goin’ into this match with plans to hurt, maim and destroy all four o’ ya!

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Did tha jess paint a target on us?

Psycho nods knowingly.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, but it’s nay like we’re nay used tae tha, is it?

Bruiser shakes her head.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Naw, we’ve always got a fuckin’ target painted on us. No matter where we fuckin’ go… the Shieldmaidens always end up havin’ someone wantin’ to take us out! And why? Who fuckin’ knows. Jealousy? Coz we have strength in numbers? Coz they believe we’re nothin’ but biker chicks? It don’t fuckin’ matter the reason coz no matter what happens? We never fuckin’ die!

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, it never did matter.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And the same goes for tonight. Gallus Mag are gonna step into that rin’ tonight… and we’re gonna beat the fuckin’ shite outta all four o’ ya and have our arms raised as we’re announced as the new number one contenders for the Tag Team Championships! And then… Gallus Mag WILL BE on top!

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: It bae a long way tae the top if’n ye bae wantin’ tae rock an’ roll!

Bruiser lifts her hood up over her head.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And ya’ll can bet we’re ready to rock n’ roll… coz Hell is empty!

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ th’ Maidens bae haer!

Bruiser then lifts her face mask up over her nose and mouth before making the M shape with her hands and then the two disappear off camera as we cut elsewhere.
The camera switch back to ringside where TRIOCS’ music is playing for the next match as Xander Fillmore and Rayola Davine are seen inside the ring. Xander has the microphone and neither of them look terribly happy.

Xander: So here we go friends… The most hated man in all of wrestling came out here and tried to talk about “choices” others made. That man is the one and only Kai FUCKING Morgan!!

The crowd boos as loud if not louder than the entire time he gave his pipe bomb less than an hour ago. Xander puts a finger to his mouth to soosh the ravenous crowd in Nara. They understand the gesture and quiet down.

Xander: He came out there and tried to make what he did at the tourney finals out to be a trivial moment in our lives and about “choices” others made. You see, Nara, that all comes back to what all of us in TRIOCS have been talking about for weeks now! Kai sees that what he did wasn’t the most heinous moment to possibly happen in the history of this company as just another trivial moment in NFW.

A large growl can be heard from the crowd as Xander continues.

Xander: We in TRIOCS would have taken exception to his actions regardless of when it happened. That might be the most truth I maybe ever have said since ever being in this business! The problem is that he will never take ownership of the fact that he and his evil step sister cornies picked the night of the year when we honor, a hero, a standard bearer and hero of this company… That being Vlad Blackheart!

The crowd pops as if BTS has just made a surprise appearance on the show. He walks directly to the camera and puts his face directly in the shot.

Xander: Morgan, Morgan, Morgan… Yeah I’m talking to you, Ashlynn and her fuckstick of a boyfriend Zachary Porter! You three spit in the face of every talent in this company, every fan that loves business for the art that is, and most of all the memory of a man we all have undying love for!! And do you want to know why he did such a thing, Nara??

The room is dead silent and in the palm of Xander’s hand.

Xander: It’s because he's an awful wrestler and knew he couldn’t beat me if he tried with all his might!! I taught him “The Lesson” that I have too many before him and will do for anyone that needs schooling in the future!!

The NFW universe explodes for The Genius of the company once again.

Xander: Now this is where I’ll leave this dastardly villain alone and let all of you decide how we go from here… Do my beautiful wife and I make a mockery of Zion Wrestling like they did to us or do we just move along and forget they clowned us as if we’re not the best fucking wrestling company on the planet. Does TRIOCS invade their home and dictate how their show goes? Do we make a statement and ruin one of their most important shows of the year?? These are the “choices” we could make but here in TRIOCS we NEVER do such a thing because of the respect we have for this business!! I’m over this crap and now am going to turn this over to The Angel of biz to give her opinion on this matter…

He smiles at Rayola, gives her a kiss on the cheek before handing her the microphone.

Rayola: Here's the thing Kai: we gave you a wide berth because you're one of a million, one of a hundred million, exact cookie cutter attitudes in this business. Only your money and a couple lawyers managed to get Zion up and running and able to stand on its own. But then you made a mistake: you chose a vendetta over business.

Rayola's lips twitch as she sighs deeply.

Rayola: You chose to take your vendetta against someone who hurt you in the feels and involve people who didn't even belong in NFW. You involved someone I got close with once and his girlfriend just to show off you have your own "power couple". You've been literally jealous of what we can potentially accomplish and if that weren't enough you then had the audacity to suggest it's our fault.

She shakes her head as the audience applauds their agreement.

Rayola: I knew from the out you were a scumbag and I should've left you to the devices of Tommy and Moe, but stupid me, I decided to try and help someone even the odds. Remember Kai, you walked out and we didn't get involved. You chose both times to save yourself from the ass kickings you deserve. You actually put us, or you and Xander, on an even playing field, you wouldn't walk out of the building.

Xander: Facts!!

The crowd pops once again as THE Beautification Movement’s music starts to play...

Team TRIOCS vs. THE Beautification Movement vs. Gallus Mag

THE Beautification Movement jumps Gallus Mag before they can get their kuttes off and knock both Shieldmaidens to the floor. Juliana makes her way to her corner as Cayla teps back smirking and waving at the two bikers. As she does so, Rayola rolls her up from behind.

Cayla kicks out.

Rayola goes and tags in Xander. Team TRIOCS takes their time working over Cayla and set her up for a flapjack and then a Xander spinebuster. Xander covers.

Cayla kicks out.

Xander tags in Rayola and they get another run at Cayla that ends with Rayola getting her into an O’Connor roll.

Julian breaks it up with a clothesline to the back of the head.

Rayola is sent into the ropes and THE Beautification Movement give her a Snapshot. Xander comes in and THE Beautification Movement catch him with a double hip toss followed by Bitch Bye! With both Rayola and Xander down, THE Beautification Movement smirk and spread their arms out, telling the crowd you know you love what you see as they do so. The crowd starts to cheer wildly as they see Gallus Mag roll into the ring behind them and walk right up to them. Cayla and Juliana turn around and walk right into punches from both Maguires, Bruiser cracking Cayla while Psycho cracks Juliana. Gallus Mag quickly takes over on Cayla and Juliana and put them both down. Xander and Rayola come in and the four of them start throwing down before Team TRIOCS get inside cradles in stereo.

Gallus Mag kick out!

As they do, Kai Morgan comes running down to the ringside area with that same folded steel chair in his hands. He waits until THE Beautification Movement get up and Xander has Cayla in position for a pin to grab Rayola and pull her out to the floor. Making sure the referee is not watching him, he takes the steel chair and whacks her right over the head with it. Rayola goes down and Xander dives off the pin, out to the floor and starts chasing Kai all the way up the aisle to the back. THE Beautification Movement hit the Snapshot on Psycho and cover.

Bruiser makes the save.

Bruiser shoves Juliana out of the way as Psycho stands up and hits Gealtachta on Cayla. Cayla goes down and falls out of the ring to the floor. Juliana staggers up in the middle of the ring and looks around. Bruiser and Psycho get on either side of her opposite corners. They nod and hit Juliana with Taranis. Psycho covers Juliana.


Yuusuke Takeda: Pinfōru-betsu no shōsha wa, Saoirse Maguire to Becca Maguiredesu. Garusumagu!

Nick Hanson: You gotta be kidding me!! TRIOCS had this match won!! Goddamn that Kai Morgan!

Jim Reynolds: Goddamn those opportunistic Shieldmaidens!!

Nick Hanson: Wait, what?! Are you watching the same match I am?!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah and THE Beautification Movement got screwed again!!

Nick Hanson: Oh you are unbelievable, I swear. Well congratulations to Gallus Mag on winning the shot at the Tag Team Titles at Wrestle War in three weeks, folks! Sorry for how it went down for TRIOCS but maybe our General Manager will exact some sort of justice? Maybe?

We cut to the backstage area, and it is there where we can see a set that is set up like a garden. There are two huge lounge chairs, and we can see a figure wearing a pair of glasses along with a Zelda t-shirt. That figure is Christina Rose, and she smiles as she crosses her legs.

Christina Rose: Good evening everyone and this is your number one JOURNALIST in all of wrestling today Christina Rose. Tonight we bring to you a very special edition of the Rose Garden. We have a special guest tonight, and it is a woman who also happens to be a journalist as well. I give to you, Cass Baumer!!!!

After a moment, Queens Of The Stone Age's "Smooth Sailing” vocals plays as a hesitant Cass Baumer walks onto the set towards Christina. She sits in one of the big chairs when the music stops.

Cass Baumer: You wanted me out here, ‘Christina.’

She uses air quotes with her fingers before resting her hands on the armrests again.

Cass Baumer: What did you want to ask?

Christina nods her head as she leans forward in her chair while glancing back at her.

Christina Rose: Actually I did want you out here. Last week you lost your match. Your eyes clearly weren’t on the prize as Crystal Zdunich came down to the ring. I am quite the fan of her, and I would say she is pretty pissed off with your bias journalism. You are persistent in getting involved in her business, and I think the entire world would like to know why?! Why have you targeted her?!

Baumer gives an exasperated sigh as she puts her palm over her face.

Cass Baumer: Let’s put it this way: When the #FreeBritney Movement was in the headlines, people called for her to be free from her dad’s conservatorship. People looked out for her and held Spears’ father accountable ‘til she got what she wanted only recently. So when #FreeSeleana was at the forefront, I had to ask questions about it.

Christina is uneasy as she looks deeply at Cass.

Christina Rose: And you thought that minding the business of a married couple was the best course of action?! Sometimes enough is enough, and it’s bullshit that Crystal always has to deal with this type of stuff. Nobody ever wishes to speak about her never surrender attitude in the ring or how passionate she is. It’s always the same old story, and I would say you struck a nerve with her. I won’t condone all of Crystal’s actions. She’s only human and not perfect. People ACT like she can’t make a mistake, and when she does make those mistakes, they harp on them OVER AND OVER AGAIN!

Cass Baumer: Look, man! Crystal’s a great wrestler, and she’s here in New Frontier Wrestling for a reason! Eighteen world championships are more than most will ever accomplish in this sport, but all those accolades and all that talent don’t make ya immune from criticism, nah?

Christina Rose: No one ever said she was immune but like some personal life matters should be exactly that. Personal. She’s had a rough life. How would you feel if your biological mother left you on the doorstep of her sister’s home? That Aunt would adopt her and raise her with her four other kids in a single parent household! How would you feel if she didn’t exactly look like her Aunt, adopted mother’s family because she’s mixed and got harassed in school by being called mean things like half breed or a mutt?

Christina begins to let some tears flow from her eyes as she stands up passionately, walking towards Cass. Baumer stands up as well but allows the other woman to speak.

Christina Rose: YOU DON’T FUCKING KNOW! All you see is what’s on the outside, but I know for a fact she’s trying to better herself. She’s trying to be a better woman, a better wife, and not an abuser! She’s getting help and counseling, but I guess that doesn’t mean anything, right? Of course not, and it’s all because you want to stick your nose where it doesn’t belong!

Christina pokes Cass in the chest, trying her best to make her point. Cass looks down at Christina’s finger, then back into the interviewer’s eyes with a soft expression.

Cass Baumer: You’re right. I don’t know what it was like to be made fun of like that or how she might feel inside.

She takes a step back again, trying to keep her voice calm when her Kiwi accent starts to show even more.

Cass Baumer: She hasn’t let us in yet. She hasn’t been honest. The last time she tried, all she managed to do was insult me and others who bothered to care instead of apologising to the people who matter; instead of taking responsibility. She keeps blaming other people for her problems, keeps dressing up as other people when she wants to be real, and I just—

Christina Rose: And what should be expected of her?! Every single day of her life, she knows she has been a fuck up. She now has an eleven-year-old adopted daughter, she just became a grandmother four months ago when her son had a child, and has a wife that is hurting out there. However, she uses her acting and cosplaying career to mask how she really feels because she really doesn’t know how to deal with her feelings. She was never good at that. How can she really be anything but a fuck up when she lives her life thinking she’s that every single day?! So when people constantly harp on her about the same stuff she feels vulnerable and...

Christina stands there as she takes her glasses off and chucks them against the wall. She takes the scrunchie from off of her ponytail, making her hair cascade down her back. She cracks a grin as she looks at Cass.

Crystal Zdunich: You know what, Cass?! At the end of the day, what the fuck is your problem? Clearly you have something against me. So let’s solve this in the only way that makes sense.

Crystal takes her heels off, tossing them to the side as she gets ready for a fight. Cass smirks for the first time tonight, cracking her knuckles.

Cass Baumer: I thought you’d never ask.

Crystal nods her head before she immediately runs towards Cass, trying to spear her as hard as she can to the ground. Baumer just barely dodges the tackle, allowing Zdunich to tip over the chair that Cass sat in earlier with all of her strength. It falls with a big thud. Cass tries to mount the downed blue-haired Afro Mexi-American, but Crystal manages to lock her legs around Cass’ arms, placing her into a tight spyder twist submission. She yanks on her head, cracking a wicked grin as she has her locked tightly in her photosynthesis finisher.

Crystal Zdunich: Tap bitch!!!! Tell me you had enough!!!

She almost does, screaming out loud as she’s stuck in the unconventional submission hold. Growling in pain, the deathmatch wrestler desperately swings her right leg upward towards the back of Crystal’s head. Over and over again, she tries to kick herself free with her teeth gritted shut. Finally, one of the kicks connects as it causes Crystal to break the hold. She tries to crawl away as she holds her head in pain when Baumer slowly makes it to her feet and chucks a ceramic potted plant from the set at the back of Crystal’s head. The shards explode on impact, and Cass struggles to breathe. Crystal is laid out on the floor as she reaches for her head in pain. Upon seeing a break in the action, security quickly runs into the scene and gets in between the two women. Cass tries to battle through the traffic, but it’s no use. She shouts, though.

Cass Baumer: WrestleWar XVIII! You versus me! No excuses!!

With that, Collision cuts elsewhere and continues.
We come back and we see Ringmaster already standing in the ring. He has Ringmistress at his side and nobody else. She’s skipping and hopping up and down as his music cuts out and he brings the microphone up to his mouth to begin speaking.

Ringmaster: Casey Holliday, I told you this was the week I would be here. I told you this was the night I’d tell you my terms, face to face.

Ringmistress pulls at Ringmaster’s arm and brings the microphone to her level.

Ringmistress: Bring bring your butt out now, mean lady!

“Fire It Up” by Thousand Foot Krutch hits and Casey comes walking out through the curtains. She’s quite pissed off as the frustration that she has carried with her for months is very visible on her face. She circles the ring for a bit while staring down both individuals. Grabbing a microphone, she signals for her music to be cut, but she doesn’t quite enter the ring yet. She looks around the building making sure there isn’t any tricks or any sneak attacks in the wings.

Casey Holliday: I’m onto you. Don’t think I’m not aware of your little surprises… you know… those that have cost me a couple of matches or two.

Casey enters the ring at this point, her anger only intensifying.

Casey Holliday: But, I’m not here to talk for too long. Let’s cut right to the point. What are your terms, huh? What’s it going to take for me to get my hands on you for all the shit you’ve put me through?

Ringmistress skips around the two individuals, almost tempting Casey to do something. She blows a raspberry at the woman and stands behind her, giving her rabbit ears with her fingers, just further taunting Casey as Ringmaster doesn’t take his eyes off of his eventual opponent.

Ringmaster: Miss Holliday, you carry so much anger with you, so much disdain. It’s something I’d love to have in my circus. You’d make such a perfect addition, wouldn’t you agree?

Casey looks completely disgusted with the idea.

Casey Holliday: No…

She narrows her eyes with further anger.

Casey Holliday: ...this is what the whole thing has been about the entire time hasn’t it? Has this been all some twisted mindfuck just to get me in your stupid circus?

Casey looks a bit disturbed by the possibility. Ringmaster just chuckles, seeing the look on Casey’s face as Ringmistress continues to childish taunting and incessant giggles.

Ringmaster: I’ve had my eye on you ever since you showed up here, Casey. It’s a shame you don’t see the same potential I do with having you in my camp instead of a camp like TRIOCS. Those people can’t bring out your inner beast, they won’t allow you to be your true self and realize your full potential. Ringmistress and I thought, we can give you all of that if you just embrace it. One more match, one more fight with me and when I beat you again, you will have no choice but to join us because that is my stipulation.

Ringmistress grabs the microphone once again and gets right next to Casey, almost right up into her face, almost like she’s inspecting something and giggles.

Ringmistress: She would make such a pretty pretty clown, Ringmaster! I could do her makeup!

Just the thought is enough for Casey to cringe.

Casey Holliday: Those are your terms? You beat me again and I join your fucked up circus? Alright...

Casey takes a bit of a hesitant pause thinking about what to say about this.

Casey Holliday: FINE! I’ll accept those terms. I’m going to make sure you regret EVERYTHING you’ve ever put me through. YOU are the biggest reason why I’ve been struggling more than I’m used to ever since I got here. YOU are one of the biggest reasons I nearly left this company during the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament when things were going awful for me. All I need is ONE more match to beat you and now that I’ve got it, I can FINALLY overcome you and make you regret EVER screwing with me! Casey Holliday is no fucking clown… and it’s like I’ve been saying… the one that ends up a clown at the end of the day is YOU!

Ringmaster laughs as he looks right in the face of Casey, not showing any signs of fear or wanting to back down from her.

Ringmaster: We’ll see you at WrestleWar then, Miss Holliday.

Ringmaster slams his cane on the ground and the lights go out and when they come back on, all we hear is the laughing of Ringmistress and Casey standing in the ring alone.

Johnny F’n Towers vs. Etsuko Mitsuzaka

The fans aren’t sure what to make of this spectacle between Etsuko Mitzusaka and Johnny Towers. They’re two of the most unsavory wrestlers on the Collision roster. But the bell rings and the two of them are trying to out-wrestle the other. The fans show some appreciation for Etsuko who tries to be respectful, while Johnny is anything but. Pet is mouthing off on the outside and, of course, her devoted Harem is supportive of her. Etsuko’s speed holds the advantage over Johnny, going for hit-and-run tactics. She surprises him with a headscissors takedown and rolls him up, but Johnny powers out.

Referee Hiroki Tanaka starts a count when Etsuko mounts Johnny and lays into him with rights and lefts. Johnny, however, kicks her off and plants her onto the mat with a double-leg takedown. He lays into her with vicious closed-fist punches before the referee warns him of the illegal strikes. Johnny climbs up and mouths off at Hiroki, even mocking him before the Nara audience who boo his disrespect. Johnny then seizes Etsuko right when she gets up and levels her with a belly-to-belly suplex, bridging into a pin attempt. Etsuko kicks out at two, but Johnny pulls her up to her feet and follows through with a German suplex. He also bridges for the pin, but Etsuko kicks out again.

Towers rises up and he lifts Mitzusaka to her feet. He connects with a couple of punches, stiff forearm shots, and backs up. He rushes Mitzusaka, but she lowers herself and manages to use her upper body to launch him over the top rope. Towers crashes onto the floor and Mitzusaka turns to look down at him. She waits until he’s barely on his feet and nails him with a flying thrust kick! The fans applaud the display of skill and watch as Mitzusaka stands up and rolls into the ring. Tanaka turns towards her, momentarily distracted, and this allows Pet to get a couple of cheap shots on Towers. This causes the fans to boo, though her Harem is still completely supportive of her actions. THE Goddess moves away right before the referee turns around.

When Hiroki counts, Johnny gets himself back in the ring before the “four!” As Etsuko comes over to attack him, Johnny surprises her out of nowhere with his signature Pop-Up European Uppercut! Etsuko staggers back and Johnny nails her with a powerful Discus Lariat! She hits the mat with a THUD and Johnny goes for the cover, but Pet jumps onto the ring apron to distract the referee. Seeing this, Johnny gathers himself and charges for Pet -- who barely jumps down and out of the way. As Hiroki scolds Pet, Etsuko gets to her feet and she catches Johnny from behind with a swinging neckbreaker. This captures Hiroki’s attention as Johnny hits the mat, Etsuko covers, but it’s only a two count.

There’s some applause for Mitzusaka, but she doesn’t seem to like her Goddess’ nefarious intentions. The two of them exchange a few words before Mitzusaka turns her attention back to Towers. She pulls him up and looks for her “Mitzusaka Driver”, but Towers rakes her in the eyes and lands on his feet right behind her. When she turns around in the blinded struggle, he delivers his signature Ultra Stiff Headbutt and causes her to stagger back. Towers seizes Mitzusaka before she gets too far and levels her with “FUBAR” (Ripcord Backdrop Driver) for the three-count!


Yuusuke Takeda: Go resseki no minasama, shiai no shōsha... Jonī “Kuso” Tawāzu!

Nick Hanson: Honestly, I… I don’t have the words! Do you, Jim?

Jim Reynolds: Hey, it’s about fucking time Towers scored a win! Rightfully so, might I add.

Nick Hanson: He cheated, but Pet did get involved more than once, so… I guess it was an even playing field?

Jim Reynolds: You damn right, Nicky!

After his win, the cameras cut to the backstage area showing Towers walking to the locker room area with a big smile on his face as Josh Davidson comes along to meet him with a camera man.

Josh Davidson: Johnny Towers congratulations on your first win here in NFW.

Johnny just looks at him and laughs.

Johnny Towers: First of many my old china, and it's only a small portion of what I can do I promise you that.

Josh Davidson: Now I got to ask why did you get a restraining order on Sylvia Lopez last week?

Laughing again, Towers takes a moment to respond.

Johnny Towers: Why do I do most things Josh? To fuck with her thats why ya daffy bastard. Ya can imagine it's gonna be difficult to get her book back from 25 feet away isn't it.

Towers starts to walk down the hallway signaling Josh and the cameraman to follow which they do.

Josh Davidson: But why do all of this?

Johnny Towers: It all started because a little bitch couldnt take getting called out, and then Sylvia stepped in so I thought what better than to take out one of his precious people and as you have seen I am a man of my fucking word aint I.

They walk down the hall and get to Towers' locker room to find the door had been knocked off its hinges.

Johnny Towers: What the fuck?

They walk into the place to find it ransacked, bags opened and their contents thrown around the room.

Josh Davidson: What do you think happened here?

Johnny Towers: What do you think ya fucking dafty, obviously someones been in here and had a barny with my stuff.

Josh Davidson: Why though?

Johnny: Some fucking reporter you are, obviously it was the daffy bint Sylvia looking for her book wasnt it.

They have a look around the room a little.

Josh Davidson: Do you think she found it?

Johnny Towers: Nah.

Josh Davidson: How can you be sure?

Towers then reaches into his jacket pocket, pulling out the book.

Johnny Towers: Because you fucking numpty I have it right here.

He puts it back in his pocket before turning towards the camera, a slightly amused look on his face.

Johnny Towers: Ya think im gonna leave it lying around you stupid fucking cunt, I am keeping this on my person ya see because ya never know what sort of knob head can take it if i left it back here, good fucking thing i did too so listen up bitch you can have little temper tantrums all ya want at the end of the day ya aint getting this one back any time soon because I am having way too much fun to stop this now. As of right now I am heading out to celebrate so cheerie fucking oh and good fucking night bitches.

He starts to walk out the room as Josh Davidson goes up to him.

Josh Davidson: Aren't you going to clean this place up?

Johnny Towers: Fuck no, I got my wallet and thats all I need for tonight for a good old piss up, and no ya aint invited ya arse licker.

With a happy look on his face he leaves the room leaving Josh Davidson with a slightly hurt look on his face.
We move backstage, with Kai Morgan storming through the corridors, that same steel chair in hand. He’s dead set on making it to the exit of the Rohto Arena. Just then, he’s stopped in his tracks by an approaching Ami Fitzsimmons. She has a microphone in hand and clearly can’t read the look of annoyance currently on his face. Despite this, she’s a little guarded.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Um, excuse me? Monsieur Kai? Why did you...

When he tries to walk past her, she persists and keeps moving in front of him.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Excusez-moi, monsieur! I believe everyone would like to know why you interfered in the triple threat tag-team match and attacked Mademoiselle Rayola?

Kai Morgan: Josh, I’m not--

Kai looks over in Ami’s general direction, looking her up and down in absolute confusion.

Kai Morgan: Wait a fu-- y-you’re not Josh Davidson...Who the fuck are you?

Ami Fitzsimmons: Um...

The poor young woman frowns, clearly offended by his blatant rudeness.

Ami Fitzsimmons: My name is Ami Fitzsimmons. I’m an interviewer for both Collision and Trauma. I’ve been working here for quite a while now, you know.

Kai rolls his eyes, before reluctantly indulging her.

Kai Morgan: Well, I guess it really doesn’t matter if you’re Josh Davidson or not because you’re both equally shit in your job. Because see, if you were you would’ve at least pretended to pay attention to a single goddamn word I said. I made myself clear, the “crystal fucking” version. Tonight is the night, I begin to take back my narrative. Team TRIOCS decided to get into my business months and so far, as much as most don’t wanna believe it, I’ve been pretty damn lenient. Tonight, just like the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Finals, I’m the one who flipped the script.

Ami’s lips press together in a thin line and she shakes her head.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I-I’m sorry, but this… This is treason. Why are you in NFW if you’re going to behave like this? You clearly have no respect for the late Monsieur Blackheart. You proved this at the Finals in early October. You lack professionalism, Monsieur Morgan.

The poor little thing. She has no idea that she’s crossing into dangerous territory. Kai’s face goes from annoyance to straight-up anger at every notion Ami speaks of.

Kai Morgan: I “lack professionalism”? I’m the one who lacks professionalism? Let me ask you something. Did you think Xander Fillmore “lacked professionalism” when he decided to back his little comeback at my expense because I got fed up with his wife? Did you think Xander Fillmore “lacked professionalism” when he started taking potshots at the company I built, calling us an “ugly stepsister”...we beat this show in the ratings again last week, but I digress. Anyway, no...you don’t...and why is that? Because you, just like everyone else around here, are so willing to fall for his fake ass persona, that you’ll look past every questionable thing he ever does. You wanna lecture me about respect? Get over yourself!

Kai slowly raises the steel chair he’s been carrying all night, touching the tip of it right underneath Ami’s chin.

Kai Morgan: Or...you can be the second person on the wrong end of this tonight...

Ami’s eyes widen and the color of her cheeks pales. The cold steel touches her skin and she’s frozen in place, fearful of being attacked if she retreats.

Ami Fitzsimmons: N-non, monsieur. S'il vous plaît ne...

(N-no, sir. Please don’t…)

“HEY!!!!”

A voice booms throughout the backstage area seconds before General Manager, Luthor Callaway, comes stepping into the frame. He steps right up to Kai Morgan. Almost nose to nose. A slight bit taller, even. Luthor glowers at the man as he shifts himself to stand between Kai and Ami.

Luthor Callaway: Just what the FUCK do you think you’re doing?!

Luthor’s eyes never leave Kai even for a second, even as he addresses the interviewer behind him.

Luthor Callaway: You alright, Ami?

Her frozen state thaws with a little quiver and Ami swallows. Despite the heroics, her eyes never leave Kai for his lack of stability.

Ami Fitzsimmons: O-oui, Monsieur Callaway. Merci...

(Yes, Mr. Callaway. Thank you…)

Kai points the chair at Callaway, beginning to back away.

Kai Morgan: I’m telling you, Callaway...this shit ain’t over...not by a fucking longshot...

Kai backs out of frame. As he does, Luthor stands his ground, not even phased by the chair threat, and watches Kai leave. He waits a moment, likely until it’s certain that Kai’s gone before he turns to look at Ami, bringing up a hand to her shoulder.

Luthor Callaway: Hey. You sure you’re okay? Why don’t you take the rest of the night off?

She looks up to the General Manager and meekly nods. The poor woman looks a little worse for wear.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I-I’m alright, really. It’s just…

Ami takes a moment to look past Luthor. Her eyes widen and she lets out a shriek! Luthor takes about a split second to look over his shoulder before he literally grabs Ami and shoves her out of the way! Not a moment too soon, either, as Kai Morgan comes rushing back into the shot, steel chair swinging overhead and cracks the General Manager right across the top of the skull!

Nick Hanson: OH MAN!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: HOLY SHIT!!!!

Luthor’s down and out on the floor with Kai Morgan standing over him, staring down at his handiwork, bringing the chair down at his side. The crowd watching on the screen from out in the arena let out deafening boos as Kai slowly lifts his head towards Ami and gives a taunting grin. Once more, the Man of a Million Words backs up and leaves the shot as Ami runs to the General Manager’s side - seconds before backstage attendants start rushing in when they see what happened.

Nick Hanson: Kai Morgan just laid out the General Manager!!

Jim Reynolds: That was all out assault, Nicky!! What the fuck is Kai Morgan thinking?!

Nick Hanson: Oh, man. Luthor is out! Did you hear that shot?!

Jim Reynolds: Imagine if he hadn’t shoved Ami Fitzsimmons out of the way!!

Ami is gently ushered back by staff as they move in to check on Luthor and the shot fades out.

Second City Riot Squad (2) vs. Last of the Valkyries (1)

The bell sounds and Lilith and Leah start the match off for their teams. The two of them lock up and Lilith immediately gets Leah into a waistlock and picks her up, dropping her face first into the mat. Lilith then begins to stomp on Leah’s arm and drive it into the mat. Lilith goes for a Fujiwara armbar, but Leah scrambles right to the ropes and Lilith is forced to break the hold. Lilith gets to her feet and waits for Leah to get back to her feet. As soon as Leah does, Lilith charges and drives her into the neutral corner. Lilith drives her shoulder into the midsection of Leah before rolling her out and climbing to the middle turnbuckle, delivering a missile dropkick to the back of Leah’s head before going for a cover and managing a two count. Lilith grabs Leah and drags her to her corner and tags in Christina. Lilith picks Leah up and wrings her arm as Chrissy launches off the top rope with a double axe handle to the arm. Christina grabs Leah and she tries to send Leah into the ropes, but Leah reverses and when Christina hits the ropes, she’s met with a knee to the back by Layla. Christina turns around and starts yelling with the other redhead and this gives Leah an opening.

Leah charges and delivers a forearm to the back of Christina before taking her over with a German suplex. Leah follows it up by picking Christina up and delivering a sitout powerbomb. Leah goes for the pin, but Christina rolls her shoulder up at two. Leah tags Layla into the match and she climbs to the top rope as Leah picks Christina up onto her shoulders and delivers a death valley driver and Layla delivers a double stomp to the chest of Christina. Layla picks Christina up and sends her into the ropes. Christina holds on and as Layla charges, Christina gets a boot up. Christina charges out and goes for a spear, but Layla leaps and she delivers a code red to Christina and goes for a cover, but it’s broken up by Lilith who then delivers a rolling forearm to Layla and a forearm to Leah and knocks her off the mat. She grabs Christina by the wrist and drags her to the corner before stepping out and tagging herself in. Lilith comes into the match and picks grabs Layla and looks to lock in an octopus stretch but Leah comes in and takes Lilith down.

Layla gets to her corner and tags Leah back into the match, but as she does, Lilith is back up and rams her arm across her shoulder over and over before she delivers The Awakening on Layla. Christina is back to her feet and Lilith tags her in. The two of them deliver Ride to Valhalla and Christina hooks the leg and gets the win.


Yuusuke Takeda: Shōsha wa, pinfōru de, Kurisutīna Oruson to Ririsu Medouzu: Saigo no vu~arukirīdesu!

Nick Hanson: The Valkyries have tied the score with SCRS!!! They’re 2 and 2 now!

Jim Reynolds: These teams need 4 to win!! Who’s it gonna be?!

Nick Hanson: This may go on all the way to Wrestle War, Jim!!

Atlas vs. Keiji Sugiwara

The match started with Keiji coming out of the corner and reaching out for a handshake but Atlas just looked at his hand and made a fact at him. Keiji looked at his hand, shrugged and held it up to the big man, looking for a test of strength but Atlas swatted his hand out of the air, yelling at him to “Get yo damn hand down, Benji!” After days of confusion, Keiji screamed back, “WHO THE HELL IS BENJI?!” The abrupt raise of volume in his voice took Atlas back a bit before the big man shook his head and reached out to grab him. “Boy, c’mere--” but Keiji slipped under Atlas’ hands and juked up behind him. Atlas spun around and Keiji just gave him a thumbs up and a smile. Shaking his head, Atlas lunged for him again but Keiji juked behind him again and caught him with a Thrusting Side Kick in the midsection this time once he turned back around. Keiji followed up with a round of stiff kicks to the legs, starting to chop Atlas down like a tree and make him stagger. He hit the ropes and bounced back for a springboard crossbody but Atlas caught him out of the air, shook his head and flipped Keiji around like a weightless doll into position for a Running Powerslam but Keiji wiggled free and wrapped an arm around Atlas’ neck for a Cobra Clutch.

Atlas swayed some but reached back and caught Keiji by the hair, yanking him up and over to where he slammed him on the mat. Keiji laid flat as Atlas flexed his legs out, trying to get some feeling back in them. He lifted up his big boot and drove it down to try and squash Keiji like a bug but The Last Emperor rolled out of the way and got to his feet. Again, he dished out some kicks and grabbed Atlas’ arm, trying to go for an Irish Whip, but the 345lb man didn’t budge. Instead, he yanked Keiji back in and went for a big clothesline but Keiji juked underneath and hit the nearest corner for a variation of a Whisper In The Wind. This time, however, Atlas caught him upside down and held on tight as he turned back towards the center of the ring and spiked him on his head with a Tombstone Piledriver. Atlas popped up, pounding his chest with one fist, taunting the booing crowd now as he walked around his prone opponent. When he made it to Keiji’s feet, he reached down and grabbed the dazed man by the neck with both hands. With a quick yank, he popped Keiji off of the mat, up into the air and caught him on his shoulders in an impressive display of strength.

With Keiji up on his shoulders, Atlas SLAMMED him down onto the mat in a brutal powerbomb but he didn’t let go. He drove him down again...and AGAIN. Finally, Atlas executed a final powerbomb, lifting Keiji up and delivered a Jackknife release style bomb to complete World Breaker. Keiji hit the mat hard, grimacing in pain as Atlas stepped over beside him, put a foot on his chest and flexed his arms up. Priscila Mayer had no choice really but to drop down and make the count.


Yuusuke Takeda: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu. Pinfōru de, The Taitan: Atorasu!!!!

Nick Hanson: Well that was impressive, while brutal for sure!

Jim Reynolds: I like this guy, Nicky!! He handles business and he doesn’t waste time!!

Nick Hanson: Sure, he does. Oh, what’s he doing now?

Back in the ring, Atlas literally reached into his pocket and pulled out what looked like a business card, handing it to referee Priscila Mayer and made a “call me” motion before raising his arms to taunt to the audience.

We cut backstage to show Josh Davidson standing in front of an NFW WrestleWar promotional poster.

Josh Davidson: Josh Davidson here ladies and gentlemen. I am about to be joined by the single greatest World Champion NFW has ever had. Marilyn Matthews!

Marilyn saunters into the frame. She glares at Josh for a few moments without saying a word. Josh just lowers his head and turns to walk away. Mary snaps her fingers and Josh comes back looking at her. She takes his hand holding the mic and makes him hold it up for her.

Marilyn Matthews: It seems that a certain little girl wants to try and talk some shit about me over the last few weeks. Spouting off anything she can think of to make herself seem like the hero in this whole endeavor of theirs. But they have forgotten one simple, pesky, little thing. It’s called evidence.

Mary smirks and shakes her head.

Marilyn Matthews: You want to try and claim I need everything and everyone to get the job done. That I constantly have help and can’t do anything on my own. Since you are all about respecting and honoring the business, why don’t you check into its history and look me up? You know what you will find? Me earning every title I have ever held on my own. Me creating a legacy before I knew who Jasmine or the Kingdom were.

Mary stares into the camera deadpan for a few moments.

Marilyn Matthews: That sucks doesn’t it? That you spout off constantly about anything and everything you can to make yourself not look like a jealous little girl. I get it, Ray-Ray, I really do. You see me, a successful woman. The literal top, the pinnacle, of NFW, and you want to be me. But you can’t. You can try and paint me as some wicked woman, who cheats her way to the top. But, that would just be you projecting. I will give Xander credit, or maybe he is just that fucking stupid.

Mary chuckles.

Marilyn Matthews: How long did you wait before you jumped into bed with someone else? Did you do it that same day, or did you wait a week outta some kind of respect? Just remember that the next time you want to try and talk down about me and mine. We don’t run into the arms and bed of someone else the second someone we love takes some time they need for themselves. That’s you. That’s a TRIOCS action. WrestleWar will be the lesson you desperately need. See you then, sweetie.

Mary gives a little condescending wave and a smile. She glares at Josh then walks off-screen.
The scene opens somewhere backstage inside an empty room. Abigail Lindsay is sitting on a long silver table with her legs crossed looking mildly bored. Standing in the middle is the current Silver Mountain Mariana’s Trench Champion, Milisandre Crowthorne. Standing opposite Milisandre is the other half of Salacious Intent, Sela-Rica Lark. Abigail claps her hands.

Abigail Lindsay: Lluvia. Jamie. Congratulations for last week. We haven’t seen you that fired up in quite a long time, gets the juices flowing. One would naturally assume I would be a tad upset that you orchestrated a two on one assault on my beloved, if it was any of my past lovers I might be. Sela can take it. Her history of sadomasochism is well documented. I wasn’t too worried about the state you left her in. She’s been through a lot worse. That can’t be disputed.

Abigail looks over to Sela. The Underground Queen nods back to Abi. The woman known as Serenity looks back into the camera.

Abigail Lindsay: Nevertheless, you two FINALLY justified why Sela and I targetted you two in the first place. We want the best. A real tried and true challenge. All I have heard since the day I walked into this company is, Behold The Kingdom. Behold The Kingdom. Behold the Fucking Kingdom. You earned the right to brag, post your banner on Twitter. This has been The Kingdom’s show, we’re just squirrels trying to get a nut. Contrary to what Jasmine tweeted about The Kingdom never falling, it’s that arrogance that’s going to lead to your downfall. All empires fall. Nothing lasts forever. It’s reality. It’s cute for you to hold this belief that the sky is never going to fall. The sky always does, the sun eventually sets, you want proof? Ask Morgan.

Abigail pauses to crack a smile. She allows her statement to settle in before pushing forward.

Abigail Lindsay: Wasn’t she deemed unstoppable. Milisandre put an end to her reign. Queens Guard, you thought you could beat The Drakes, that didn’t happen. The Kingdom has met a few setbacks along the way. The three of us will continue the trend. Safe to say Lluvia, Jamie, we’re on a collision course. No pun intended, if it’s war you seek, how about meeting us at... WrestleWar?

That way, when Salacious Intent puts you down and Milisandre snuffs the hopes of Jasmine of bringing the title Morgan lost back to The Kingdom, the only force that this company will behold when the dust settles will be... unnatural.

Sela begins to sway side to side, her face in the form of an almost innocent smile as she looks up and away from the camera

Sela-Rica Lark: And now that we have your attention, we want you to understand, what we did last week wasn't meant to be personal. But the illusion you have lived in needed to be shattered. We didn't count on retaliation, but we are glad it happened. It set us on our path. It's appropriate that the Kingdom's strongest members be challenged this way. Like tonight, as the three of us show you what it is to be caught in the real darkness.

Sela snickers a bit as she licks her lips and turns back to the camera.

Sela-Rica Lark: Oh the Queen and her Guard, it's almost uncanny. But it won't be enough. The Guard are but pawns and the Queen is surrounded. Strike one down but there will be others to take their place. On and on until only one is left standing. Well...

Sela's grin suddenly vanishes and a shadow seems to pass over her face as her head tilts even more forward.

Sela-Rica Lark: ... now you understand what is at stake. The Kingdom has never been so threatened. I personally will love to watch the walls fall as the Kingdom scatters to the wind. That will be the greatest of pleasures.

Milisandre had been there quietly listening. Her eyes have never left the camera with that eerie vacant stare of hers. .

Milisandre Crowthorne: Self appointed Queen's vision is so limited and tiny. Jasmine wants to blame me for Morgan’s downfall. But without what I had to do, what I was TOLD to do, she wouldn’t be getting the help she obviously needed. You should be thanking me. Instead you are scared and lashing out. I did what none in your Kingdom could do, yet you paint me as the villain.

Milisandre chuckles mirthlessly.

Milisandre Crowthorne: That is fine, your majesty I will be the focus for your hatred and inadequacy. But remember, you are in your position because of no one or no thing but yourself. You can try to take back what I took from Morgan. But when your legacy fails you in the Trial of the Old Gods do not cry.

Milisandre smirks.

Milisandre Crowthorne: That is the thing about legacies. You can spout them as to why you are superior to anyone. But once to fail, you not only fail yourself, but those whose legacy you desire to claim. Your Trial aways, your majesty.

With Milisandre’s last words a faint, haunting cetacean call echoes as the scene fades.

The Kingdom vs. Unnatural Forces

Unnatural Forces take the early advantage on Lluvia Cane, each one taking their turn to work her over near their corner. First Abigail, then Sela-Rica and finally Milisandre. The Silver Mountain Champion tags Abigail back in and Abigail then tags Sela-Rica Abigail gets a wheelbarrow hold and Sela-Rica comes in with a slingshot sitout facebuster. Sela-Rica covers.

Lluvia kicks out.

Unnatural Forces continue taking turns working Lluvia over until Abigail gets too close and takes wing at Jasmine. Jamie jumps in and all six women get into the brawl. Unnatural Forces go for victory rolls in unison.

The Kingdom kicks out.

All six get to their feet, Jamie facing Milisandre, Jasmine facing Abigail and Lluvia facing Sela-Rica and each pair starts throwing punches at each other, Kingdom, UF, Kingdom, UF, Kingdom, UF, Kingdom, UF, Kingdom, UF, Kingdom, UF, Kingdom, UF, Kingdom, UF. The Kingdom all rear back for one more shot but get raked in the eyes in unison. Unnatural Forces get matching inside cradles.

The Kingdom kicks out.

As they all get up, The Kingdom gets matching O’Connor rolls.

Unnatural Forces kicks out

The Queen’s Guard hit a double ddt on Milisandre. Salacious Intent hit a double dropkick on Lluvia. Salacious Intent gets Sensuous Destruction on Lluvia. Jamie gets the G2 Stunner on Sela-Rica. Milasandre hits Bow Down on Jamie. Jasmine hits the Ice Cold on Miasandre. Abigail goes for Serenity Now but Jasmine catches ehr and reverses into a bridging northern lights suplex.

Abigail kicks out.

Abigail gets the Serene Kick on Jasmine.

Jasmine kicks out.

Abigail goes for Taking a Ride. Jasmine reverses into the Constrictor. As she clamps down on it hard and starts to whip back and forth. Abigail cries out in agony. Jasmine somehow clamps even harder and Abigail is forced to tap out. As she does, Jasmine locks eyes with Milisandre who just stares back vacantly.


Yuusuke Takeda: Teishutsu ni yoru jushō-sha wa, Jubia Cane, Jeimī Osutin, Jasmine Matthewsdesu. Ōkoku!!

As this was announced, Jasmine released Abigail from the hold and angrily shoved her into the mat, nudging her with her foot where the Queen’s Guard then shoved her out of the ring with their boots. Sela-Rica Lark helped Abigail up as Unnatural Forces made their way around to the aisle to take their leave. The whole time, while Lluvia and Jamie celebrated, Jasmine simply turned, keeping her eyes locked with Milisandre as she retrieved her title and joined her team on their way out.

Nick Hanson: I think The Queen just sent the Silver Mountain Champion a message, Jim!!

Jim Reynolds: Ohhh this is tense, Nick!! Look at the eyes between those two!

Nick Hanson: It is, indeed! It’s only gonna get crazier! Folks, we thank you for joining us, this evening! We’ll see you next week at Osaka-jo Hall!!!