NFW Collision #116! 12/07/2021!

Faith Simpson vs. Moe Renhuan

Faith and Moe lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Moe starts to take a standing armbar but Faith reverses it. Moe flips through and swings into a kick that staggers Faith. Moe jumps up into a rana and hooks the legs for a cover.

Faith kicks out.

Moe starts to get up and Faith jumps into a cradle.

Moe kicks out. .

The two rise to their feet and Moe starts to take over with kicks maneuvering Faith into the corner. Moe jumps into a knee strike to the face. Faith falls to the mat and Moe covers.

Faith kicks out.

Faith looks to try and hook Moe and gets reversed. Moe rolls her into a a modified tiger suplex, bridging for the cover.

Faith barely kicks out.

As they go to rise, Faith catches Moe unaware with a forearm shot and then follows with a knee strike. Moe goes down and Faith drops an elbow for the cover.

Moe gets a shoulder up.

Faith grabs a side headlock and then tries to pull Moe over. Moe flips over her, hooks her feet around Faith’s head and scores a head scissors takeover. Faith rolls through and pulls herself up on the ropes. Moe comes over and hits the Big Bang Attack. Faith bounces to the mat and Moe covers.

Faith gets a shoulder up at the last second.

Moe gets Faith up and tries to get another tiger suplex but Faith blocks and reverses into an Asai ddt. She floats over for the cover.

Moe gets a shoulder up.

As they get up, Moe looks for the Spirited Away but gets reversed into the Twist of Faith. Faith covers, hooking the leg.

The scene comes up backstage with Xander and Rayola Fillmore waiting in the parking area. After a few seconds, an SUV pulls up. The doors open as Fenix Parke and Elise Claire Jones step out. Rayola walks up to the young woman, who towers over her by nearly a foot, and gives her a hug. Xander kisses her on the cheek before approaching his best male friend in the world to give the WAY larger man a huge hug and Fenix lifts him off the ground for a moment.

Rayola: Welcome to the freak show, sis!

Xander: What's up my dood?

Fenix: Just trying to be the best dad I can and holding down the fort with Rix back at the school.

Elise: I'm rather excited to experience my elder sister's job firsthand.

Rayola: Well unfortunately I'm not performing tonight. But we were thinking…

Rayola turns to Xander, he gives Ray a wink as Xander looks in the SUV and sees the trio of babies sleeping. Xander helps get the triplets out of the truck.

Xander: Yeah, thinking you can get an upfront and intimate view of the show!

Elise: Oh wow, really? You really think you'll be able to-

Rayola: Sis, I haven't had a chance to show off my nieces and nephew except by pictures and videos you share to me. I want everyone to see what a proud Aunt I am.

Xander: And Uncle too, babe!

He sets down the carseat with Franklin in it and holds Ray around the waist.

Xander: You should go out there and watch the show as well, big guy? I know you love this shit and always love the matches. We got this!

Fenix: I can do that…

Parke looks to his girlfriend for her thoughts.

Rayola: And hey, I've been taking care of you since you were in diapers too. This isn't that different.

Elise: I was one baby. You will be dealing with three.

Rayola: Then it's a good thing I have help.

She points to Xander and Fenix who strike heroic poses. Elise rolls her eyes.

Rayola: I meant Ryleigh.

Xander flexes an arm to show he got this as Ryleigh comes out of the building right on time as she always seems to.

Ryleigh: They’re here!! Did you tell them the CBR, Auntie and Unc are gonna take care of the tikes while the parents get a much needed break?

Elise smiles at the Seattle crew and nods.

Elise: My babies, your hands.

Fenix: Our kiddos, babe!

Rayola: Don't worry about them. Go have a good time! Enjoy the lowered drinking age here! I've got it all covered.

Ryleigh hands Fenix two front row tickets and gives both he and Elise a huge hug.

Ryleigh: Shoo… We got babies to show off to all of our friends!!
We cut to the backstage area to Josh Davidson looking a little nervous.

Josh Davidson: Welcome back NFW fans this is Josh Davidson backstage here at Collision with my guest at this time Johnny Towers.

Towers walks into the shot with a big grin on his face.

Johnny Towers: Ya bloody idiot its Johnny fucking Towers get it right next time.

Josh Davidson: Im sorry, now you are main eventing tonight's show against Tren Descarrilado and Damon Cross in a tag match with Matt Shields, how are you feeling going into this match tonight?

Johnny just laughs for a moment before looking at Josh with an amused look on his face.

Johnny Towers: How am i fucking feeling, ya are starting with the stupid questions today aint ya, well I will tell ya. I am fucking ready because those two arse lickers gonna pay for what happened to me last time we were in the ring together I promise you that.

Before Josh can ask another question, a kendo stick is pointed at him, and of course Matt Shields steps up with a big smile on his face.

Matt Shields: Well lookie here, it’s my favorite human mic stand and my tag team partner for the night. Where was my invite to this little shindig? Did you lose it Josh? Why wouldn’t you want me here to talk about the champion and his challenger?

Shields gets in Josh’s face a bit, then steps back and smirks.

Matt Shields: Towers, always awful to see your hideous face.

Shields laughs a bit, then tosses Towers a kendo stick that has thumbtacks and glass glued around the top.

Matt Shields: You’ll probably want that whenever you face Sylvia. She’s fucking nuts.

Looking up and down the kendo stick towers gets a big grin on his face.

Johnny Towers: Very fucking nice, I will have to get this some good use at some point thanks for this, in fact i got something for you here also.

Towers reaches inside his pocket and picks out a blackened pair of brass knuckles with a small line of barbed wire glued onto the front passing it over to shields with a smirk.

Johnny Towers: That's not all. This is for the shot ya gave Ronnie last week the daffy cunt and because I owe you one from before.

Towers reaches down beside him bringing up a box of Suntory Whisky placing it in between them. Shields nods and smirks as Towers brings up the box of whiskey. He holds the brass knuckles up and nods again.

Matt Shields: I won’t be using these for a bit, but I’m sure there will be a moment for them down the road. This other one though, well that looks like post match fun. I didn’t take Ronnie out for you though. I mean technically, but look I told you to save it for after, you backed off and showed me respect. I saw you were gonna be going into a two on one, so I paid it back. It doesn’t mean I like you. Tonight, we’re partners and I’m gonna kick some ass. You wanna try and make sure to pin Cross or more likely the train so that you can be next in line for a title shot, I don’t give a fuck. As long as you don’t fuck with me, and you don’t give me any shit for keeping it clean, we’ll be just fine.

Johnny Towers: No fucking problem with me, unlike most people in this scabby place i got some respect for ya. You dont talk shit online behind peoples back ya actually know how to talk it to their face unlike that daffy fucker Cross. I am seen as an unfair bloke in some circles but at least I'm straight up with it ya know. As for tonight Ill keep as clean as a nuns fucking cooch for ya because ya have the nerve to say it to my face. Not saying were palls either but respect goes a long fucking way in this world and tonight we get to kick the shit out of some grade A assholes tonight, in fact.

Towers grabs the microphone out Josh's hand and slaps him on the back of the head.

Johnny Towers: Get the fuck outa here, youre not needed right now.

Laughing Towes grabs Davidson by the collar of his jacket and drags him out of sight of the camera before looking directly into it.

Johnny Towers: Enough of the bollocks and lets get right down to it, Tren last time we faced off you pigeon fucker you got the best of me but believe you me I aint gonna let the same thing happen twice, they say you cant feel pain well to quote someone else I hope they blocked pain to your last nerve because im gonna go fucking looking and Cross you company chav this is only the start of things, believe you me no matter how much pain you think you may be in at wrestlewar you are not fucking ready for the war to come ya fucking jizz magician. You called me out remember and soon, very fucking soon you are going to be fubar.

Towers holds out the mic to Shields, and Shields accepts it with glee.

Matt Shields: You two wanna know why I’m excited for this match? I’ve already said ad fucking naseum that I don’t give a shit about a single solitary title in all of NFW. Hell, there’s not a title in wrestling that speaks to me, and I don’t need them to. I’ve been more than a champion. I have been the champion, the cornerstone, the god damn rock for multiple companies. I have broken bones, shattered skulls, retired monsters and toppled giants. Yet still… I DON’T GET ANY GODDAMN RESPECT!

Shields smacks his kendo stick into a nearby crate almost breaking it in half as some splinters go flying.

Matt Shields: So tonight, I am going to go out there and throw every damn thing I got at the man who thinks he can’t feel pain, and the far too proud champion, and I’m gonna do it because I am the best god damned wrestler on this planet.

Shields looks over off screen, drags Josh back over, bringing him in by his collar.

Matt Shields: Alright fucko, time for you again. Ask us if we have anything else to say?

Shaking Davidson takes the microphone and raises it up.

Josh Davidson: Would you like to…

Before he can finish Towers has dumped a can of bright green paint over his head laughing his head off.

Johnny Towers: I got nothing do you?

Shields looks at Davidson for a second, then to Towers and shrugs.

Matt Shields: I kind of feel like telling someone to suck it for some reason. Something about neon green. Called Tren and Cross fuckos, messed with Davidson, got a free crate of whiskey, no I think it’s time to go beat the bollocks off those bloody bastards.

Shields chuckles to himself at the horrible British accent he just attempted before he strolled off, twirling his kendo stick around to make sure he’s given a very wide berth.

Johnny Towers: This shits gonna have nuts in it, I can't wait.

Laughing he nudges Davidson making him fall over before walking off screen.
The cameras come into focus and as they do we are treated to the sight of Crystal Zdunich. She has a serious expression on her face as she looks right into the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: Hello to all of the NFW viewers out there. On the last edition of Collision I told the world that I accepted Cass Baumer’s challenge. I was a real woman and I let everybody know that I am more than ready for whatever you wish to bring to the table. The only sad thing is I have yet to hear what she had to say in return. To be honest she doesn’t have to say anything because the moment she hit me in the head with the flower pot I knew what needed to be done.

Crystal takes a deep breath just nodding her head as she speaks some more.

Crystal Zdunich: I have heard the mumblings from people. Some would say that perhaps I don’t care. Others would say that my mind is only focused on wrestling for one certain wrestling company among other rumors. I will be upfront. I may not be one of the most beloved women in the locker room. I know there are a lot of people on the roster who may not particularly care for me and I respect that. However you also need to understand that I am going to do whatever it takes to earn that respect.

Crystal smiles as wide as she can as she looks into the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: You see Alexandra, Seleana and I really were able to work things out during the Thanksgiving break. We came to an understanding and our relationship is closer than it has ever been. Things have been worked out to a point where we will actually have a huge ceremony that will bind us all to one another and that ceremony will be shortly after Christmas. All of you are welcomed to attend as I remarry the love of my life along with the other woman that I am so deeply in love with. However this issue with Cass goes beyond that of her getting involved in my relationship. It has to do with me being superficial and not willing to listen. I was stuck in my own selfishness and I couldn’t see the speck of dirt in my eyes. I was too focused on trying to be defensive and pointing at everybody else.

Crystal takes a deep breath nodding her head as she speaks some more.

Crystal Zdunich: I appreciate you trying to help but what I don’t like is that you tried to point something out that wasn’t there. You tried to make a story and you wanted everybody to believe in what you had to say. Trying to ruin someone’s life for the sake of a story isn’t what life is about. I feel like I am in a good place now and especially after really having a long sit down with Eavan. I felt like it has helped clear my head a bit. The only thing I am wanting right now is to beat you Cass. I want to showcase to the world that I am better than you. I want to have that first major win here and after I beat you I can finally move onwards to something tangible such as chasing after gold. However in order to make people believe in that notion I have to pull out a win and I am going to do so by beating you!

Crystal looks around smirking.

Crystal Zdunich: I do care… I do enjoy being in this company and you will see exactly how much when I get that major win over you. So brace yourself Cass because your days are definitely numbered. Mark my words on that. I will outwrestle you and prove that I simply am the better win. Always have been and always will be. I can’t let my blossoming roses down… They have put way too much into me to fail them now!

Ashley Kenyon vs. Milisandre Crowthorne

Ashley and Milisandre circle each other and then lock-up in a collars dn elbow tie-up. Ashley grabs a side headlock and steps back into a hammerlock. Milisandre drops to one knee and snaps mares Ashley over, looking to slap on the Black Hole. Ahley goes for a knee strike to stop it and Milisandre catches it for a modified cradle.

Ashley kicks out.

As Ashley rolls over, Milisandre grabs her for the Black Hole. Ashley grimaces but gets her foot on the bottom rope. The referee starts to count for the disqualification.


Milisandre breaks before the count reaches five and goes for the Path of Hastur.

Ashley kicks out.

Milisandre looks for the Grasp of Chtulu but Ashley is able to swing through and hip tosses her. Milisandre hits hard and as she gets back up, Ashley hits her with a big dropkick that knocks the Marianas Trench Champion down. Ashley gets a standing moonsault and holds for the cover.

Milisandre kicks out.

Milisandre rolls through into an inside cradle.

Ashley reverses.

Milisandre kicks out.

The two get to their feet and begin trading shits, Miliandre, Ashley, Milisandre, Ashley, Miliandre, Ashley, Milisandre, Ashley, Miliandre, Ashley, Milisandre, Ashley, Miliandre, Ashley, Milisandre, Ashley, Miliandre, Ashley, Milisandre, Ashley. Blood starts to roll down both faces as Milisandre tries for another only for Ashley to duck it and catch her with a vicious back elbow strike. Milisandre goes down and Ashley goes up to the top for a split-legged moonsault.

Milisandre gets a shoulder up.

Ashley starts to pull the Marianas Trench Champion up and gets pulled into a backslide.

Ashley kicks out.

Milisandre hits a running high knee and Ashley tumbles through the ropes to the floor. Milisandre follows her out and Ashley gets a drop toe hold that bounces Miliandre face first off the steel steps. Milisandre falls to the side and Ashley pulls her up, running her face first into the ring post. Milisandre staggers away, bleeding all over the place. Ashley rolls her into the ring and goes to the top again. Ashley pulls a shooting star press and covers.

Milisandre gets a shoulder up at the last possible second.

Ashley drags the Champion up and eats an elbow to the gut. Milisandre gets on the Grasp of Cthulhu. Ashley is able to grab the ropes and Milisandre pulls her free even as the referee is calling for the break. He starts to count to disqualification again.


Ashley crumples to the mat and Milisandre kicks her like a soccer ball in the side. Ashley rolls over and Milisandre covers.

Ashley manages to get a shoulder up.

Miliandre pulls the bloody and battered Ashley up and Ashley executes a desperate standing switch and then runs her into an O’Connor roll.

Milisandre kicks out.

Ashley falls into the ropes and the bloody mess that is the Champion rises slowly. Milisandre stalks in and looks for an exploder suplex. Ashley blocks it and swings her back into the corner. Milisandre crashes into the turnbuckles and Ashley gives her the Ballbreaker. Mliandre starts to come out of the corner, eyes wide in pain and Ashley goes for Kiss THis! Milisandre screams bloody murder, grabbing the ropes as she does so. The referee calls for the break and Ashley screams “Fuck off!” at him. He starts to count for the disqualification.


Ashley shoves Miliandre off and steps back. Milisandre bounces off the turnbuckles and Ashley hits the Stall N’ Crawl. Ashley covers.

Milisandre gets a foot on the bottom rope.

Ashley slaps the mat and goes to the top. She comes off for Kiss The Sky but Miliandre moves. Ashley crashes to the mat and Miliandre hooks both legs.


Milisandre falls to the side of Ashley, both down on the mat, both a bloody mess.

It’s time for another interview with THE Beautification Movement as they are in the back with Amanda Thorn. Tonight’s color is red, the fashion house of choice is Visvim as the ladies are all in beautiful dark red curve-hugging dresses. TAURUS stands behind them, dressed for his match already.

Amanda Thorn: Hello NFW fans, I am Amanda Thorn here with THE Beautification Movement.

Juliana steps up and takes the mic away from Amanda who does not look very happy.

Juliana Mendoza: Wonderful, you got it right. I guess you’re not quite as useless as Josh. Still, we don’t need you so just stand there and… look as pretty as you can.

Amanda glares at Juliana for a second, then snatches the mic back away.

Amanda Thorn: Nope. You might be able to push Josh around, but not me, bitch. This is my interview so I’m going to ask each one of you a question and then you can flap your gums about whatever you want. Now sit back and prepare for your STD test, TAURUS is obviously first since he has a match tonight.

Juliana’s eyes go wide, her nostrils flare and she looks ready to lunge at Amanda when TAURUS steps up and Cayla puts her hand on Juliana’s shoulder.

TAURUS: Let me guess, you wanna know my thoughts on Kai Morgan? He’s a fanny and tonight I’m going to kick his arse all over that ring. Pillar to post until I feel like he has paid for all of his disrespect towards THE Beautification Movement.

Amanda Thorn: Actually I was going to ask how you feel about being the default fan favorite tonight since Kai Morgan is such an asshole.

TAURUS: Honestly ain’t given it much thought. I suppose it makes sense. The kid Luthor’s all buddy-buddy with booked this tonight. She could have put anyone up against Kai, so why me? Is it cause they know I’m going to go out there and not only beat the bollocks off Kai, but I’ll look damn good and entertain people while doing it. Booing, cheering, it ain’t never meant much to me.

Amanda Thorn: I would say you shouldn’t get used to it. Next up, Miss Grace Moretti… what exactly is your role? You let Juliana do most of the talking and the cheating, and the butting in on matches, so what is that you bring to THE Beautification Movement?

Grace Moretti: "What I bring is strategy and intelligence to this team, the latter which Mr. Morgan is lacking. I have a wealth of knowledge in this sport, being from a decade in the business in the European circuits. I also helped train these fine ladies in the sport, which makes them stone-cold killers in the ring.

Juliana Mendoza: Well secondary training for me considering I have been doing this since I was in my teens.

Juliana looks over at Miss Moretti with a smile and gives her a little hug.

Amanda Thorn: Well I was going to go to Cayla next, but fine. Why should anyone take you seriously? It seems you care more about trying to fuck your way to the top instead of fighting for it.

Juliana laughs and rolls her eyes. She steps towards Amanda and shakes her head.

Juliana Mendoza: Just like those little trolls Kasey and Kai. Just because I use my sex appeal to get myself some opportunities, doesn’t mean I don’t have what it takes to get the job done. I am a second-generation talent, I have wrestled in multiple countries and had extensive training in many styles. I am athletic, agile, flexible, and very very smart. Satisfied. Now, why don’t you ask your next awful question?

Juliana flips her hair and slips back over beside her best friend Cayla Phoenix.

Amanda Thorn: Okay, let’s keep this simple. You have all talked about being THE most talented group. It’s obvious what TAURUS brings, Miss Moretti and Juliana have made it clear what they bring. So what is it that Cayla Phoenix brings that makes THE Beautification movement the best?

Cayla Phoenix: "What I've got is years of tag team experience and plenty of titles to show for it. What I also have is lots of fatigue, because I'm tired of the constant disrespect from people I know I can outperform with minimal effort. The simple fact is that they're so desperate to see us fail because they know if we're given our dues, they would never be at our level.

Juliana Mendoza: It’s okay though, THE Beautification Movement is used to being disrespected, disparaged, and disappointed by management, so why wouldn’t an interviewer think they can do the same? You know what, it’s time for TAURUS to finish preparing for his match, so we’re done here.

Juliana and Cayla each grab one of TAURUS’ arms before the group heads off with Juliana flipping her hair in Amanda’s face before they make the fabulous exit.
We cut back to the ringside area back to the commentators at their table.

Nick Hanson: Welcome back to NFW Collision. We have had a great show so far tonight in our last show before WrestleWar, and we have a lot more surprises in store.

Jim Reynolds: Indeed Nick, including our Main Event for the evening as we have champion and challenger for the NFW World Heavyweight Championship, Damon Cross and Tren--

Before he can finish a loud voice comes over the sound system.


Suddenly “Chaos Is My Life” by The Exploited blasts over the sound system along with a loud chorus of boos coming from the fans.

Nick Hanson: Oh God, what's he doing out here? Didn't we give him time earlier to talk?

Jim Reynolds: Maybe it wasn't enough time Nick, anyway are you going to stop him?

Nick Hanson: Hell no.

Jim Reynolds: Exactly.

Leaping over the guardrail, Towers takes a moment to look around at the fans, smirking a little before walking around the ring and taking a microphone off the desk before sliding into the ring and lowering his hood and motioning for his music to stop but the fans still continue to boo.

Johnny Towers: Alright people, calm ya fucking bollocks alright? I’ve got something important to say.

This causes the fans to boo him even more.

Johnny Towers: Alright ya see, I’m the one with the microphone ya fucking mugs so I can be louder than any of you. So to the point of why I have graced you muppets with my presence right now.

Nick Hanson: Good, be quick so we can get rid of you.

Towers turns and glares at Nick, making him shrivel in his chair in fear.

Johnny Towers: Ya keep forgetting I can fucking hear ya Nick, ya fucking slag. Ya lost the plot or what? Just shut the fuck up alright.

Jim Reynolds: Hah! That puts you in your place.

Towers laughs a little then raises the microphone back up to his lips.

Johnny Towers: Now then I know I have a huge match later on but I also got some unfinished fucking buisness ya see with the barmy bint herself, you know who I’m talking about and I am calling her out right now, dont worry love, you can stay at the top of the stage, I’ll allow it.

It doesn’t take long for Sylvia Lopez to walk out onto the stage, not even with her theme as she stops on the stage, her chest heaving as she seethes, glaring at the man in the ring.

Nick Hanson: Well, there she is. The woman who has been tormented by Towers for the past few weeks.

Jim Reynolds: Giving her a taste of her own medicine, Nicky.

Johnny Towers: There she is, my favorite cave woman herself, how ya doing you gormless cow?

Nick Hanson: Well that’s just plain rude.

Lopez paces back and forth on the stage, you can tell by the look in her eyes that she wants to tear Towers apart.

Sylvia Lopez: Enough with the petty insults! You wanted Sylvia out here?! What do you want?!

Johnny Towers: What do I want, well ain't that a question.

He paces for a moment laughing to himself.

Johnny Towers: A holiday home in the Caribbean, a constant pipeline of decent beer and a blowjob from Nigella Lawson, but I don't think that’s relevant right now is it?

Nick Hanson: Who is Nigella Lawson?

Jim Reynolds: I don't know but I'll Google her later.

Johnny Towers: What do I want? Well how about this ya silly bint, do you want your book back?

He takes the book out of his pocket and shows it to her.

Johnny Towers: Tonight I mean.

Sylvia Lopez: How does Sylvia know it’s the real thing?! Sylvia will not be fooled a second time!

Johnny Towers: Fair enough, cameraman get here ya daffy cunt.

The closest camera man gets closer to him as he puts down the microphone and opens the cover to show the first page of the book.

Nick Hanson: Certainly looks like the real deal this time.

Lopez nods her head, happy that it’s her actual book this time.

Sylvia Lopez: Give Sylvia her book back! Give Sylvia her book back!!! GIVE SYLVIA HER BOOK BACK!!!

Johnny Towers: Alright calm ya tits love I will give ya this back but you have to agree to one thing beforehand?

The Bellevue Banshee rolls her eyes.

Sylvia Lopez: SYLVIA IS NOT STUPID!!! SHE KNOWS!!! WHAT DO YOU WANT?!?!

Johnny Towers: A match at WrestleWar, the biggest show of the year and the best place for a talent like me to kick some ass. Me against you. Also I get to choose the match type we're gonna have.

Nick Hanson: Okay, I know she wants her book back but I wouldn't want to go into this one not knowing what sort of match I will be having.

Jim Reynolds: That's because you are a chicken shit Nick.

Lopez wastes little time as she nods.

Sylvia Lopez: Deal! Now leave Sylvia’s book in the ring! Sylvia knows you will try something like you did before!

Johnny Towers: There ya go, wasn't that easy? I'll see ya there ya mingy cow.

Towers places the book in the ring and walks out of it, walking over to the commentators table and dragging Nick Hanson out of his seat before taking his headset and sitting next to a slightly worried looking Jim Reynolds.

Johnny Towers: Don't worry, I aint gonna hurt you Jim.

Jim Reynolds: O-Okay…

The Bellevue Banshee then proceeds to charge down the ramp and rolls into the ring and immediately grabs her book. She stares at it while on her knees as she strokes her hand across the cover of it and then opens it up when a fireball goes off in her face!

Jim Reynolds: What the Hell?!?!

Lopez clutches her face, screaming in agony and kicking her feet and Ronnie Lester immediately runs out and slides into the ring clutching a wet towel and puts it over her face while consoling her. Meanwhile, the woman’s book is burning away in the middle of the ring and you can hear Johnny Towers laughing over the microphone.

Johnny Towers: Oh by the way? The match we are going to have? Its gonna be a fucking ultraviolent Inferno match. Jim, always a pleasure my old china but I gotta see a man about a dog.

Laughing, he throws the headset on the table and takes the restraining order out of his pocket along with a lighter, setting it on fire and putting it on top of Nick Hanson’s notes for the night before hopping over the guardrail and leaving through the crowd.

Jim Reynolds: We have a fire here and we just used the last bit of our water. Can we get some help here?

Hanson then gets back to his feet and over to his chair.

Nick Hanson: Really I am fine, I hope Sylvia is okay.

Jim Reynolds: She just got set on fire Nick, like your notes.

Nick Hanson: I see that, Jim!

A couple of stagehands arrive on the scene to put the fire out on the desk and in the ring while Lester is escorting Lopez up the ramp, her face covered by the towel before the camera shows the burned remains of the Bellevue Banshee’s book as we cut elsewhere.
The camera cuts to the backstage area, where we see Josh Davidson stood next to Dona Rotten.

Josh Davidson: I'm here with Dona Rotten, Dona how's it feel to be back in NFW?

Dona smirks, and shifts her gaze towards Josh. She milks the moment, letting the question roll around in her head before answering.

Dona Rotten: Honestly? It's ok, I'd be lying if I said I didn't miss this place just a little.

Josh Davidson: Well, at WrestleWar you have a hell off a m….

Dona Rotten: Skip.

Josh looks a little perplexed, as he trains off his question. He raises an eyebrow, and seems at a loss on how to proceed.

Josh Davidson: S...skip?

Dona Rotten: Yeah, skip, next question, however you want to take it. Point is move on.

Josh Davidson: But you have a match, I just want to ask about it.

Dona Rotten: It, like this question, is a huge waste of my time. So, I say again SKIP.

Josh Davidson: Katelin is the…

Dona becomes visibly annoyed at this point, she just keeps shaking her head, and muttering obscenities under her breath.

Dona Rotten: The manager, correct. Josh, let me ask YOU a question. Do, you maybe not understood vocabulary? Do I need to define skip for you?

Josh scratches his head, he obviously understands what the word meant, but can't seem to grasp why Dona is insistent on moving on.

Josh Davidson: Look, I'm just doing my job.

Dona Rotten: BINGO! That, that right there Josh. I'd, personally, love to be able to just do MY job, but here we are.

Josh Davidson: You're doing your job, that's the thing. Like your opponent or not.

Dona grits her teeth, and begins staring a hole through the side of Josh's head. She looked as though she could explode at any minute, but takes a breath and regains her composure.

Dona Rotten: Really? Ok, then. Hey, you!

Dona points at the camera, and begins making her way towards it. She disappears behind the camera, and comes back a moment later with the camera man in tow. She plants him next to Josh, and points to him.

Dona Rotten: Interview him.

Josh Davidson: You want me...to interview Kevin?

Dona Rotten: Yeah, why not, it's your job after all.

Josh Davidson: But he's a cameraman, not...a wrestler.

Dona Rotten: That's my point. Thank you, fuck you, bye. This shits over.

With that, Dona storms away, knocking the camera to the ground as she passes, signaling a very definite end to the interview, as the feed switches back to the ringside area.

Best Of 7 Tag Series - #6

The Second City Riot Squad (3) vs. The Last Of The Valkyries (2)

The bell sounds and Christina and Leah are the ones starting things for their teams. The two of them circle the ring and lock up, but Christina is quick to poke the eyes of Leah and causing her to stumble back before Christina delivers a basement dropkick to the knees of Leah, causing them to buckle and hit the mat face first. Christina hits the ropes and delivers a senton to the small of the back of Leah before she delivers a springboard moonsault in the same spot. She grabs Leah by the ankle and drags her to her corner where she tags in Lilith. Lilith comes in and Christina holds Leah up as Lilith comes off the ropes with a clothesline and Christina delivers a side Russian legsweep. Christina slides out of the ring and Lilith goes for a cover, only to get a two count. Lilith grapevine’s the leg of Leah as she reaches out and tags Christina back in. Christina climbs to the top rope and she delivers a Senton dive on Leah and she goes for a cover, but Layla comes in and breaks it up. Layla starts taunting Lilith on the apron and the Faerie goes to come into the ring, but the ref is there to stop her. As this is going on, Layla rolls Leah out of the ring and goes to work on Christina.

Layla climbs to the top rope and as Christina gets to her feet, Layla launches herself and delivers a flying crossbody before she hits the ropes and follows it up with a somersault legdrop across the throat. Layla goes for the cover, but Christina manages to kick out at two. Layla picks Christina up and sends her into the corner. Layla charges in and delivers a corner dropkick before she follows it up with a tornado DDT that spikes Christina right on the top of her head. Layla goes for the cover, but Lilith dives in and breaks up the count at two. She charges and takes Leah off the apron before she gets out and she begs for Christina to make the tag. Layla has hold of the ankle of Christina as she tries to reach out. Christina eventually hits a mule kick on Layla that breaks her free and she dives and makes the tag to Lilith. Lilith comes in and delivers a series of clotheslines before she delivers The Dreaming on Layla and then one on Leah. She picks Layla up and delivers Dragon’s Ire and hooks the leg and picks up the win for her team.


Yuusuke Takeda: Pinfōru, kurisutīnaoruson to ririsumedouzu ni yoru anata no shōsha wa koko ni arimasu. Vu~arukirī no saigo!

Nick Hanson: The Valkyries and Riot Squad are tied for three and three! This one’s gonna culminate into a Wrestle War final!!

Jim Reynolds: I can’t wait! Talk about a Wrestle War worthy match up!!

We open up in a familiar, gloomy, haunted looking space. In the distance, we see the familiar run down circus tent and the faint sound of the organ playing creepy music. The sounds of chattering and laughter seem to surround the scene as it moves in closer to the tent. As we get closer, the chatter grows louder along with the music. We finally get inside and in the center of the ring, we see Ringmaster and Ringmistress, dressed to the nines, ready for their show. The sounds of a crowd roaring can be heard as the music dies out and Ringmaster slams his cane on the ground and it echoes throughout the tent.

Ringmaster: Ladies and gentlemen, it seems Casey Holliday thinks I’m just some run of the mill nobody who is going to be a complete and total pushover! She thinks that just because I don’t like to run my mouth every single week, that I’m some sort of coward!

The crowd begins to boo loudly as Ringmistress giggles and encourages it.

Ringmaster: Casey Holliday is the one who is afraid. She had to run to a group of nobodies who think they are the next coming in the wrestling industry. My question is though, what have they actually done to deserve an ego like that? They tried going after the standards in terms of a group in The Kingdom here in NFW and they fell apart before they could do anything! Yet they still try and convince everyone that they are so much better than everyone else! I have news for them though, until you actually do something worth remembering, you aren’t worth half of what you think you all are.

Ringmistress: They are all big big cowards and dummies! They are just big big delusional buttheads!

The crowd cheers and laughs as Ringmistress grows a massive smile on her face.

Ringmaster: All of them preach about respect and honor, but where has any sort of respect been from any of them ever in their careers. All they ever do is preach about it, but they don’t act the part. They think they are this holier than thou group, but in reality, they are nothing but hypocrites! The only thing I wish I would have done is told Casey that when I beat her, her and all of her little friends in TRIOCS all had to join the Circus! If you want chaos, just look at them. They can’t even control each other.

Ringmistress: Like like Xander and his girlfriend?!

Ringmaster: Just like the man who thinks he’s the future of this company and he can’t even keep control of his own girlfriend from sleeping with someone else while he was away. Casey, with me though, you could be so much more, so much better. I could unlock everything you want to be. I could unlock everything, help you become champion and become the best. Instead, you allowed yourself to be brainwashed by the wannabe good guys in TRIOCS who seem to enjoy taking a play out of a book by someone everyone in the wrestling world knows and claiming to be the good guys when not really acting like it and getting defensive when called out on their stuff. I’m up front and honest with everyone. I don’t claim to be a good guy, but I don’t claim to be a bad guy. I fight for one reason, this girl right beside me, my amazing, beautiful, wonderful, Ringmistress. We all have our reasons for the things we do in life, Casey. Can you truly say what your reason for fighting is? Do you truly understand that going into this, you have everything to prove to the world, not me? You made the boisterous claims that I was nothing and that I was a coward! You’re the one that is blowing me off as if I am lower than dirt inside of that ring. What happens when I beat you again? You lose everything, credibility, your honor, your soul, everything will then belong to me. Two weeks, Casey. We have two weeks until you finally come home where you belong!

The phantom crowd cheers as Ringmaster takes a bow. He slams his cane on the ground and the lights go out and we go back to the arena.
Inside the famous Korakuen Hall in Tokyo, Japan, the captured visual of the Haven is absolutely stunning. The painting of the Sakura trees hangs on the wall opposite the door. The four marble pillars in the corners of the room hold up elegant Japanese vases. The Japanese cypress wood coffee table sits in the center with a lovely tea set on top. Closely around the table are a small cooler, a black leather loveseat, and a matching black couch.

This time, however, the mood is not so cheery or peaceful. The Hostess of the Haven steps into the camera’s view along with her son. They’re dressed in matching royal purple kimonos, but they wear their hearts on their sleeves. Minoru Yamamoto-Page seems upset, even annoyed. Mrs. Hikaru Page is clearly worried. While her son plops down on the loveseat, she crouches down in front of him. They begin to speak in their native tongue.

Minoru Yamamoto-Page: Tawāzu ga Shirubia ni shita koto o shinjirarenai!

(I can’t believe what Towers did to Sylvia!)

Hikaru Page: Watashi mo dekimasen... Kanojo ga daijōbudato ī nodesuga.

(Neither can I… I hope she will be alright.)

Minoru Yamamoto-Page: Kurosu-san to Toren-san ga kare o taoshite kureru koto o negatte imasu!

(I hope Cross-san and Tren-san beat him up!)

Hikaru Page: Karera wa kon'ya kikai ga arimasu. To ieba...

(They will have the opportunity tonight. Speaking of…)

She notices the camera’s focus and rises to her feet. Minoru follows his mother’s example and stands up from the loveseat. Both of them face the camera and politely bow. Hikaru tries her best to offer the viewers a small yet gentle smile.

Hikaru Page: Koni’chiwa, mi’naa. Good afternoon, everyone. Welcome to Hikaru’s Haven on New Frontier Wrestling. Watashi no name Peiji Hikaru.

Minoru Yamamoto-Page: Soshite watashinonamaeha Yamamoto-Peiji Minoru! This is the final Collision before the 18th WrestleWar and it’s crazy. My best friend Leina-chan is the special guest General Manager! The opening match between Moe-chan and Faith-chan was great, TRIOCS are shouting out loud, and Otousan is taking care of business. Kenyon and Crowthorne’s match was really cool, the Beautification Movement is making their final move, the Queen’s Guard is ready for battle, and...

When he approaches the matter of what happened between Sylvia Lopez and Johnny Towers, his face sours and he clenches his fists. His mother places a comforting hand on his shoulder before she takes over.

Hikaru Page: ...I have known Sylvia-chan for quite some time. She’s scary and very strong. I know she will have her revenge against Towers. Of course, we are not the only ones unhappy with what happened to her. Our guests today are considered her family. They are also facing one another at WrestleWar. Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… Misutā Deimon Kurosu to Misutā Toren Desukarirādo!

Stepping into view first, Tren bows slightly to both Hikaru and Minoru. Naturally, Hikaru reciprocates with a bow. Minoru looks up at the Runaway Train with awe.

Minoru Yamamoto-Page: Sugoi...

(Wow…)

His mother can’t help but giggle a little. Damon Cross enters next, the World Heavyweight Championship over his shoulder. He also bows politely to both Minoru and Hikaru though, much like Tren, there’s a certain tension to the Redeemer.

Hikaru Page: Thank you for accepting my interview request. Would either of you like something to drink? I can only offer water or green tea with honey.

Tren Descarrilado: Nah I'm good. 'preciate the offer though.

Damon Cross: No, thank you.

Tren, being who he is, has attended this interview in a ripped pair of jeans, black combat boots, and a black "Behold the Kingdom" t-shirt with the sleeves ripped off. He sits down on one side of the couch, leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, stroking his beard. Never one to hide his emotions, the Trainwreck has his rage painted all over his face. Damon is not far off, eschewing his standard formal attire for a pair of faded jeans, a Crusade tee, and steel-tipped cowboy boots. Both men are clearly itching for a fight… even more so than usual.

Damon Cross: This certainly brings back memories...

A soft giggle escapes the Lotus Blossom.

Hikaru Page: It does, doesn’t it, Kuroso-san?

Ah, the memories… Some good. Some bad. Lifting up the teapot, Hikaru looks at her son, who sits down on the loveseat and nods enthusiastically, and serves him tea first. She then pours the hot beverage into her own cup, sets the teapot down, and takes a seat.

Hikaru Page: Tren-san, you are new to the Haven. Kurosu-san, it has been a long time. Would you please tell us about yourselves? Your origin stories and what brought you to professional wrestling.

Tren Descarrilado: Yeah. My first time I been here. Nice place Hikaru.

Tren leans back, adjusting on the couch. He looks at Damon, then at Minoru, before turning back to Hikaru.

Tren Descarrilado: Origin story? Ain't got time for all that with me. Lotta bullsh--

Tren looks at Minoru, stopping short. The nine-year-old blinks. Tren clears his throat, then continues.

Tren Descarrilado: Dumb stuff. What's more important, with all due respect, is recent history. Some sh-- stuff our opponents may be thinkin' they can exploit. See, as you know, me and Crow here? We ain't always been cool. We beat each other nearly to death on the beach in Florida.

Damon Cross: Probably would have if one of us hadn’t seen sense.

The Trainwreck looks over at Damon with a smirk before slapping him on the back, to which Damon grins a little.

Tren Descarrilado: But from those as-... confrontations, we formed something stronger than a rivalry for each other. We got respect for one another. You think Shields and that stupid motherfu-- ahem. You think Shields and Towers respect each other?

Damon Cross: They see a use in one another, a means to achieve their personal ends. That’s it. Respect? They don’t know the meaning of the word. Yet.

The word “yet” is delivered with stern foreboding. Tren nods almost sagely. The mother-and-son duo look towards one another for a moment. Then Minoru looks back to Damon and Tren.

Minoru Yamamoto-Page: You will have to beat the respect into Johnny’s thick skull. As for Otousan...

His eyes shift towards the floor for a moment as he lightly toe-kicks it. It must be difficult for the boy to defend his biological father, but he always tries his best.

Minoru Yamamoto-Page: ...He’s trying his best. He promised me he would do better. I know he’ll try to keep Johnny from doing anything stupid, but… it’s a little too late for that, hai?

He reaches out for his cup of tea and quietly enjoys a sip.

Damon Cross: Far too late, Minoru-san. Johnny has been on thin ice the moment he brought himself into MY house, started dropping MY name, and attacking MY family.

The champion’s eyes avert toward the camera. He calmly gestures for the focus to be brought in a bit. While he keeps his tone quiet, emphasis and a growl behind every word helps to epitomize Damon’s mood.

Damon Cross: Tonight, Johnny-boy? That ends. And if you think for a second that having Shields on your side is going to help, I’ve got some bad news: nightmares you can wake up from. But there’s no getting up from being run down by an out-of-control locomotive. While Tren tears a few new holes into Matt’s hide, I’m going to teach you a lesson… one scream at a time. And you WILL scream. For your career, for your life… AND my name.

Tren grins, wicked beneath his thick beard as he looks over at Minoru.

Tren Descarrilado: Ya know kid, you might be my favorite Minoru I know. And I worked with one last year at WrestleWar. But yer dad? I said I was insane. He agreed. And ya know what? I'm obliged to believe that. I mean… look at you and your, with all due respect, smokin’ hot mom over there. And where is he? Talkin mad sh-- stuff on Twitter. Gaijin Nightmare. Krackanut Hall loves him. Me? I couldn't care less if the people here tonight like me. Cuz this is what it's about.

Tren points to Damon, then back to himself.

Tren Descarrilado: Trainwreck. Crow. Former rivals. Practically brothers in arms now. We're gonna go down to that ring, bust Towers and ya pops asses till they turn bright damned red, and show them that the two of us ain't nobody to fu--

Tren facepalms, reaching over to grab the teapot. He pours some into a cup, tossing it back like a shot. Hikaru is a bit astounded at this swift motion.

Tren Descarrilado: That when it comes to real men on the Collision roster? You're looking at the only two. Everyone else is just boys trying to wear daddy's belt when he ain't lookin'.

Damon calmly reaches over and pours Tren another, and one for himself. They clink cups and drink to that before Damon speaks up again.

Damon Cross: You screwed up the moment you said my name without permission, Johnny. Shields? I simply don’t like you. You picked the wrong men to piss off.

Poor Minoru. He fidgets, the cup in his hands a little shaky but otherwise steady. He (cutely) furrows his eyebrows and puffs up his cheeks. To think his best friend would book his biological father in such a precarious situation! Hikaru reaches over and places a hand on her son’s shoulder. She senses the conflict and turmoil within him. Taking a moment to enjoy her tea, she sighs softly and looks at her guests.

Hikaru Page: Today, you are tag-team partners… At WrestleWar, you are on the opposite sides of the battlefield. I have seen people tear each other apart for championship gold. I know Danni-chan has been worried about both of you.

She focuses on Tren first.

Hikaru Page: What happens if Kurosu-san successfully defends his World Heavyweight Championship?

Then she regards Damon.

Hikaru Page: What happens if Toren-san dethrones you and leaves with the gold?

The questions capture Minoru’s attention. His jade eyes look up to his mother, then Damon and Tren in wonderment.

Tren Descarrilado: Honestly Hikaru? For me? This man and his family done a lot for me. Visited me at my home in Colorado after I almost died. Forgave me for some really stupid shit I did when Danni was champ. Damon wins at WrestleWar? Imma stand up, shake his fucking hand, and walk out. But...

Tren looks over at Damon, that same dangerous grin on his face. The cameras can see the scars on the Hispanic man's forearm from where his own bones pierced through from his battle with Jed Coffey.

Tren Descarrilado: Before the bell rings, and after the ref counts three, we're amigos. Shit, practically hermanos. In between those bells? We're warriors. I won't hold back. Crow won't hold back. At the end of the night? NFW will know without a doubt who the rightful champion is. Ya dig?

Damon meets the stare and answers without turning to Hikaru and Minoru. A single drop of sweat slides down his neck behind his ear, almost unseen.

Damon Cross: Families fight just like they stick together. The best ones, anyway.

A slow breath, then…

Damon Cross: This is about more than a title. This is the rubber match. Tren and I… we’re one-and-one. When we clash in that ring, the earth moves and time stands still. For almost eight months I’ve held this title against anyone and everyone they’ve tossed my way. And a large part of that?

He takes the title down, gazes at it, then holds it up as he, and Tren, rise to their feet.

Damon Cross: A large part was making sure that Tren here got a shot at the gold while I was champion. You understand what I’m saying? There’s no one on this roster who has a better shot at beating me than Tren. And if I defeat him… there will be no one and nothing left to challenge me for the foreseeable future. Call that arrogance if you want, but before you do, remember the depths I sunk to, then crawled out of, fighting through every last member of the Kingdom and beating the best champion in NFW history TWICE to become champion myself. And if you still doubt me, then you haven’t been watching. At WrestleWar… the two men who set the bar in NFW raise it once again.

Tren nods, slapping Damon on the chest before throwing an arm over his shoulder with a smile.

Tren Descarrilado: But before all that? Tonight. We ain't lookin' past you boys. We're lookin' through you. You'll be lucky if you ain't watching WrestleWar from a hospital bed, wearing gowns wit yer asses hangin' out.

Tren looks at Hikaru and Minoru.

Tren Descarrilado: Thank you for having me here today. I gotta go get ready. See you out there, Crow.

The Yamamoto-Page’s rise from the loveseat. Tren hugs Hikaru before reaching over to ruffle Minoru's hair. He hands the kid a shirt before exiting. The young man unfolds it to reveal a never-before-seen piece of Tren's merchandise. The front reads "I couldn't kill me. What chance do you have?", and the back is emblazoned with "Behold the Kingdom" across the shoulders. Damon kisses Hikaru’s hand, then shakes that of Minoru, before following Tren out. Minoru quickly moves to stand at the doorway and watch them go. There’s still an expression of concern for this trial on his face. He even places his hands together in prayer. Hikaru moves to stand next to her son and she regards the camera.

Hikaru Page: Arigato, mi’naa. Thank you for joining us in the Haven. Please enjoy the rest of Collision.

And just like that, the perspective changes.

Kai Morgan vs. TAURUS

Kai Morgan is sent flying back and to the mat courtesy of a big shoulder tackle from Taurus. The big bull brings Kai up and hits a big scoop slam and jumping elbow drop combo. Taurus doesn’t pin, instead, he picks Kai up once again and hits a big Saito suplex. Again there’s no pin attempt, just a lift, and a beautiful butterfly suplex. Taurus pulls Kai up once again and sets for a German suplex. Kai hooks his leg around Taurus’ leg to block the attempt, then drops down, slips behind, and connects with a dropkick. Taurus stumbles forward, but turns around and charges at Kai. Morgan backs into the ropes and ducks between them to stop the attack. TAURUS is furious and lunges towards Kai, which gives Morgan the perfect chance to put his thumb in the larger man’s eye. Taurus steps back, partially blinded and unable to stop the enziguri or the DDT the follows. Kai covers and gets a 2 count, but Taurus tosses Kai off. Kai grabs Taurus and looks for the double underhook, but Taurus is able to block it and delivers a blistering overhand chop that instantly reddens the chest of Kai Morgan. A pendulum backbreaker and a leg drop quickly follow. Taurus rolls back towards the corner off the leg drop and waits for Kai. Morgan is on spaghetti legs and Taurus connects with the Nail Gun. Now Taurus goes for the cover.


Taurus hauls Kai up and delivers a big powerslam, then covers and gets a 2 count. Taurus pulls Kai up again, sends him across the ropes, hits a massive spinebuster. Taurus hits a big jumping knee drop, rolls forward. Hops up, hits the ropes and delivers a sliding lariat. Taurus covers and Kai again kicks out at 2. Taurus hauls Kai up and gets a thumb in the eye followed by a spinning back fist. Kai hits the ropes and looks for a clothesline, but he switches things up at the last second and hits a spinning back elbow. Taurus goes down to a knee and Kai hits a mushroom stomp to the back of the big bull. Taurus goes down and Kai quickly follows with a springboard second rope moonsault. Kai slips into the cover and gets a 2 count. Kai is waiting for Taurus, looking for his opportunity. Taurus slowly gets up and Kai charges in with a V-trigger. Taurus sidesteps him, Kai hits the ropes and comes back into a massive tilt-a-whirl slam. Taurus takes a bit to recover, then hits a big shoulder tackle when kai gets back to his feet. Another shoulder tackle, a scoop slam, a big back body drop and the picture perfect dropkick right on the jaw. Kai Morgan is down and now it’s time for Taurus to get set for the big move. Kai Morgan is a little bit loopy as he stands and he’s nearly ripped in half by the Big Bull Charge of Taurus. The big man makes the cover.


Taurus yells in frustration, hauls Kai up and drives him into the nearest corner. Taurus runs to the other corner, spins and charges back in, but Kai moves out of the way and Taurus crashes into the corner. Kai hits a throat chop, then jumps over Taurus and delivers a hotshot, dropping him throat first over the top rope. Kai hops up to the apron and hits a slingshot DDT. Kai delivers a quick neckbreaker, then hits a tope atomico before covering for a 2 count. Kai hits a big bicycle knee as Taurus gets back to his feet, then a sunset flip gets Kai a very close 2 count. Kai brings Taurus up and gets the double underhook applied, but when he attempts a suplex, Taurus drops to a knee to block. Taurus then breaks the double underhook and surprises Kai with a jumping European uppercut. Kai is woozy and turns around into a kick and a ring shaking powerbomb. Taurus pulls Kai up, flexes for the crowd who are cheering him on, and whips Kai into the corner. Another flex for the crowd before Taurus charges in with a big corner European uppercut. Next up is the beautiful step up enziguri, then the swinging side slam backbreaker before the big bull flies. Taurus looks to finish The Display with the split legged moonsault, but Kai Morgan is just able to get the knees up and all the air is driven out of Taurus. Kai takes a few seconds to collect himself and recover as Taurus starts slowly trying to get to his feet only for Kai to connect with F.B.S. right to the back of the skull. Kai has a little trouble rolling Taurus over, but he covers and hooks the leg.



Kai is furious and starts screaming at Tanaka to learn to count right. Taurus rolls to the ropes and slowly pulls himself up. Kai turns and runs in with a stiff knife edge chop, then a big forearm. Taurus comes back with a forearm of his own and the two begin trading forearm shots back and forth. Kai is holding his own for a bit, but the power of Taurus soon overwhelms him and he’s backed into the ropes. Kai is shot off the ropes and dropped by a massive boot when he returns. Kai stumbles up and takes a wild swing, then turns right into a discus forearm. Taurus seems to be enjoying the cheers as he poses and flexes for the fans before he turns around to another thumb in the eye as Kai Morgan uses his favorite move of the night. Kai uses the momentary blindness to hit the rops a few sextra times before he dives at the leg of Taurus, taking him out with a chop block. Kai goes to the leg of the big man and hits a quick KneeDT before he delivers a knee drop on to the leg. A seated dragon screw and Kai Morgan feels in control. Kai taunts the fans a bit before he sets for a Scorpion death lock. Kai almost has it, but before he can turn the big man over, Taurus hits a palm thrust, and kicks Kai off. Taurus is up as Kai comes off the ropes for a clothesline. Taurus shows off his impressive athletic ability as he leaps over Kai, but he Kai lands a bit awkwardly. Kai sees this, runs in and eats a back elbow from Taurus. Taurus slips behind, pulls Kai in and shows off a bit of that Raw Power. With Kai laid out in the middle of the ring, Taurus covers.


Taurus is disappointed at the kick out, but he rolls back, pops up to his feet, and gives the crowd another quick flex before he yanks Kai Morgan up off the mat. Taurus brings Kai Morgan up for the vertical suplex and holds him in place. Taurus keeps Kai suspended in the air, letting the blood rush to his head as the fans cheer and he gives them a little single bicep action before he finally drops Kai with a ring rattling thud. Taurus is enjoying the crowd cheering him on and he yells LARIATOOOO! Charges in and Kai pulls Hiroki Tanaka in the way, as everyone goes down. Taurus quickly checks on Tanaka, apologizing, repeatedly saying Gomennasai. Kai Morgan rolls over, gets to his feet and as soon as Taurus turns around, Kai kicks him low and the big man falls. Kai covers, but the ref is down. Kai is frustrated for a bit, but then he smiles, slides out of the ring, goes around, pulls up the skirt, and pulls out the same chair he hit Luthor Callaway with. Kai rolls in and he’s gearing up for the chair shot when he sees Hiroki Tanaka slowly getting up. Taurus is almost up as well. Kai hits the chair hard against the mt, tosses it at Taurus, and falls down clutching his head. Hiroki Tanaka stands and sees Kai down on the mat, Taurus with the chair in his hand, and he calls for the bell.


Yuusuke Takeda: Shikkaku no kekka to shite no anata no shōsha... Kai mōgan

Jim Reynolds: Oh come on, Kai brought the chair in and kicked Taurus low. This sucks. Kai Morgan pulls a fast one.

Nick Hanson: It’s absolutely ridiculous, and Kai Morgan IS a fanny. Taurus is a strong, powerful, beautiful man, and he and THE Beautification Movement continue to get absolutely screwed.

Jim Reynolds: He was screwed tonight. You can’t blame Hiroki Tanaka though. He can only call what he sees and Kai Morgan, a horrible person, a brilliant strategist. Hiroki Tanaka hears the chair hit something, looks up, sees Kai down and Taurus with the chair, he has to make that call.


The arena lights go out as the intro to “Tell you like this” by Snow tha Product kicks up. As the lyrics kick on a lavender spotlight illuminates the entrance.

Bro, I'ma tell you like this

Better, better run with the gun

I'ma tell you like this

Fuck you and fuck where you from

Gotta say the word once and it's done

Marilyn Matthews comes out and stands with her arms out. She has a smirk on her face as she looks out at the crowd. She starts to stroll towards the ring. Her pace is steady if not a little slow. She dances along with the music as she heads towards the ring.

I'ma tell you like this

Boy, quit with all that attitude, sis

I'ma tell you like this

Better man up little jit

Lemme know if it's a problem, it's lit

Mary climbs the steps onto the apron. She steps between the ropes and then rushes towards one of the far turnbuckles. She climbs up to the middle rope and throws her arms out in that signature ‘release the doves’ pose.

Still a big talker, 'cause I got the biggest follow through

I am mad at you

How you hung around me and your

Dumb ass never learned how to keep it G?

She holds the pose for a few moments before dropping down and moving to the center of the ring. She receives a mic from a member of the ring crew.

Marilyn Matthews: You know what is really sad to see now-a-days? People reciting their bullshit lies and personal narratives, ad nauseam, when everyone listening knows how full of shit they actually are. Poor little Rayola. All she does is practically scream at the top of her lungs about how she and TRIOCS are all about that van der Roost Honor and Respect. But, ya see Ray, there is this pesky little proven thing about actions and words.

Mary smirks and chuckles.

Marilyn Matthews: You see, you SAY Honor this and respect that but what you all actually do paints a WHOLE other picture. Most people I know that are ACTUALLY about honor and respect their actions match their words. You say we in the Kingdom wear what we do on our sleeves. That’s called transparency sweetie. We are what we say we are. Nothing less. We say we are the best, and we actually go out and prove that fact. I say I am the greatest World Heavyweight Champion in NFW’s history. I have three World Title reigns, one over a year long. I say I’m about it, and I be about it.

Mary pauses for effect and looks out at the crowd. She notices Rayola’s little sister Elise. A sadistic grin creeps onto her face before she exits the ring and walks over to where Elise is. She points her out and gets all the crowd’s attention on her.

Marilyn Matthews: Well look who we have here! If it isn’t Rayola’s not so little sister! Heya Elise! You know, I remember when you were sniffing around the fringes of the Collective. Like you were trying to test the waters, maybe see if you wanted to dip your toes in, as it were. What happened? Big sis get into your ear and say how we aren’t the type of people you want to be around? That we are evil and villainous? Well, sweetie, she was kind of right. But we are only that way when we need to be.

Mary pauses for a moment.

Marilyn Matthews: Like right now.

In practically the blink of an eye, Mary grabs Elise and pulls her over the barricade and onto the ringside mats. The girl tries to get up while moving away from Mary. Mary just laughs and grabs her by the back of her neck and lifts her to her feet. She leads her to the ring and forces her into it under the bottom rope. Mary is quick to roll in after her and grabs her by the neck again. This time she keeps the helpless woman bent over on her knees. Elise is begging and whimpering for Mary to leave her alone.

Marilyn Matthews: Cry all you want, Elise, it won’t matter. You see, your big sister wants to paint me and mine as evil villains. So if that’s what she wants, if that’s what she needs to feel better about her insecurities? Well, I can be just that kind of person. Hence why you are here. YOU are going to get a beating before you go back to Rayola. You will be the message that makes her see the light. So Rayola! I know you are back there listening. How about you come out here and take her place? Or does your “honor” and “respect” keep you from doing that too?

Rayola wastes no time rushing to ringside. It looks like she's ready to charge in and start to throw, but that's when Mary grabs Elise one more time. Rayola stops dead in her tracks. Fenix and Xander emerge from backstage as well, but Mary brings the mic back to her mouth before they are halfway down the ramp.

Marilyn Matthews: Ah, ah, ah ah! I wouldn’t do that if I were you. You might outnumber me and give me a good ol beating. But not before I injure Ray’s precious little sister.

Rayola turns and begs both of them to back off. Rayola glares at Mary in the ring who smiles at her.

Marilyn Matthews: If you want her safe and sound, Rayola can come in here, ALONE, and take her place. Or are you too scared to face reality?

Rayola and Elise share a look. Rayola mouths "okay" to Mary and gets on the apron. Mary encourages Ray into the ring and the elder, but shorter sister does so. Mary keeps encouraging Ray just a little bit closer. Rayola keeps looking between her sister and Mary with Fenix and Xander absolutely bristling at the sight. Rayola looks back remembering they are there and tells them to stay. Mary smirks and with Ray's last step, Mary makes a fluid motion of discarding Elise, who scampers from the ring, and knocks down Rayola. The blow is more than enough to disorient Ray and Mary keeps up the attack, mounting her with several shots to Rayola's face. Before Ray can recover, Mary sends Ray into the corner and begins slapping her around and attacking Ray's midsection.

Rayola bears the attack as Fenix and Xander both yell from the stage. Xander especially is furious. Mary's assault however is unabated as she pulls Ray from the corner and delivers a quick snap suplex to the prone Rayola. Ray rolls a little and as Mary comes back, Ray delivers a couple of headshots to Mary. Although fazed by the shots, Mary is only enraged when Rayola can't capitalize on the distraction. Mary unleashes on Rayola and starts taunting her. "This is what you get! Hypocrite!" Rayola is barely standing on her own power as Mary delivers a series of chops to Ray before a swift kick to the gut.

Rayola stumbles and there's a moment where she looks at Elise who has crawled to the barricade and watched the whole thing. The moment ends as Mary delivers Blitzed (Sunset Flip Powerbomb) to Rayola. Ray is out of it completely, but Mary wants the exclamation mark. Dragging Ray to a far corner, she smirks and climbs to the top rope. The stunned audience watches as Mary shouts out and delivers her Sonic Screwdriver (Corkscrew 630 Senton) to the near lifeless Rayola. Having enough Xander charges the ring, but Mary has already slid from the ring. The jeers of the audience hang in the air as Xander checks on his wife. Fenix also checks on Elise who is more worried about Rayola at this point, also making a point to tell Fenix she's completely unhurt. "Tell You Like This" kicks up again with the Deranged Digital Duchess brushing off her shoulder as if she'd completed a simple task. The scene ends with a close-up of Ray's unconscious face.

Damon Cross & Tren Descarrilado vs. Matt Shields & Johnny Towers

Towers and Shields are already in the ring, with the former pacing back and forth impatiently while the latter stands with arms folded, still soaking in the adulation from the Korakuen Hall faithful. When "Heaven Don't Want Me (And Hell's Afraid I'll Take Over)" by Jackyl starts up, the roars get louder. “Rise” by State of Mine follows and the roof rattles from the swell of support. Towers is snarling, practically frothing, and Shields looks even more surly than usual as Cross and Descarrilado come out onto the stage, followed by Danni Anderson. She’s left in the dust, though, as the pair eschew any sort of leisurely entrance and charge the ring like twin hurricanes! Tren reaches it first, sliding in under the bottom rope and ducking a clothesline attempt from Towers and slamming into Shields like his nickname would imply! Towers whirls around as his partner and Tren slug it out, looking to break things up, but the second burst of cheers from the fans gets his attention and he whirls around literally a moment after Damon springboards off the top rope, nailing Towers in the jaw with a pinpoint missile dropkick! Towers is knocked out of the ring from the impact, just as Tren, weathering a series of stiff fists and chops from Shields, latches on to the veteran’s neck with both hands and manhandles him over the top rope to the floor, almost causing him to land on his partner! The typically-reserved Japanese fans are on their feet as Tren and Damon share a look and a nod. With Towers and Shields regrouping on the floor, Damon charges the ropes on the other side of the ring, rebounds, and barrels right at Tren… who hoists him up with ease and sends him to the outside where the World Heavyweight Champion nails both opponents with a breathtaking corkscrew plancha!

El Alguacil tries to get things in order so the match can properly get underway, but Tren is having none of that, leaving the ring to keep the wild brawl going. Towers is there to get in the way, though, ramming a thumb into Tren’s eye while Shields whips Damon ferociously into the ring post, grabbing him by the back of the neck and bouncing his head off the announce table a few times for good measure! Behind the table, Leina is apoplectic, yelling all sorts of things at Shields while cheering on ‘Pops’. Shields smirks and lips back to the young lady, allowing Damon a moment to slam an elbow into the veteran’s bread basket, snatch him by the ear and bounce HIS head off the table! He holds Shields’ head up by the hair, giving the young lady a good look at him, prompting her to grin and cheer, but Shields yanks free and blasts Damon with a right hand and a headbutt before snap suplexing him right on the floor! Tren is on defense with the ruthless Towers, who sends him into the steps multiple times, getting more and more frantic when The Man Who Feels No Pain just keeps on coming! Towers has to send him spine-first into the ring post and follow with a crushing lariat just to slow the big man, finally rolling him into the ring while Shields attempts to whip Damon into the apron but finds himself reversed! From here, there’s finally some decorum to be had as El Alguacil orders Damon and Shields into their respective corners!

The match may be standard now, but that isn’t stopping Towers or Tren from throwing bombs… and while Tren might not feel pain, the same looks like it could be said of Towers! The wildman from London gives as good as he gets, actually keeping Tren on defense with a constant barrage of forearms and kicks. It is more out of frustration that Tren steps up the violence rather than pain, closing his hands around the head of Towers like a vice and drilling him with a headbutt that opens Towers up! He slings the man across the ring by the head, but makes the brief mistake of playing to the rowdy fans! Towers somehow shakes it off, blood trickling down his face, and spears Tren in the knee! With Tren down on one knee, Towers blasts him with a big boot to the face and covers for a quick two! Seeing that the man’s slowly losing the script, Shields demands a tag and joins Towers in delivering a tandem suplex to Tren. Shields takes over now, sitting Tren up and blasting him with right hands to the top of the head before El Alguacil warns him off with threats of disqualification. Shooting a look at Damon from across the ring, Shields brings Tren up and whips him into the buckles, tagging Towers back in, leading to a series of physical strikes with Towers and Shields tagging in and out several times. Damon can only watch so much and tries to get into the ring, only to be hustled back to his corner by Alguacil!

The attempted interference only allows Shields and Towers to keep the pressure on. Tren still gets his shots in, but the constant barrage is still taking its toll bit by bit. Shields finally remains in the ring, blasting Tren in the midsection with a ripcord knee, then yanks him in a second time for the Frailty elbow! To his credit, Tren is still on his feet, and Shields eats an End of the Line for two, but the Knightmare King stays focused, kicking out with authority and nailing Tren in the head with a kick from a prone position. Getting to his feet, he attempts a half-nelson neckbreaker but gets elbowed away, only to manage to roll away from the senton portion of Tren’s Derailed V2! The back and forth gets more intense when Shields hits another headbutt and tags Towers back in; Towers taunts Damon into the ring, making sure Alguacil’s back is turned before he boots Tren low! Stunned for a moment, Tren is taunted by Towers, who smashes him with a headbutt to the back of Descarrilado’s skull… only for Tren to rise up and lariat Towers for a flip! Tren, grabbing Towers by the scruff of the neck, looks out to the packed Korakuen Hall, then points at his partner! The Tokyo fans give their approval and Tren goes to tag Damon’s outstretched hand… when Shields runs in and charges Tren, knocking him back and causing him to let go of Towers. Towers rolls from the ring as the fans, still mostly on Matt’s side, starts raining blows on Tren. He charges in… and Tren hoists him up suddenly, dropping him face-first on the buckles before making the tag to Cross!

The champion comes storming into the ring, lighting up Shields with hard chops! Shields fires back with a haymaker right, but Damon ducks and brings him down with a double-leg leading into a Texas cloverleaf! Shields quickly gets to the ropes, but before Damon can even break the hold, Towers is up on the apron and striking him in the head with a kick between the ropes! Damon stumbles forward as Towers steps over Shields, clotheslining the champion in the back of the neck! Dropped to his knees, Damon narrowly avoids a running boot from Towers, rising and locking the Londoner in the Father’s Sin before suplexing him right on his head! Damon wastes no time mounting Towers, unleashing months of frustration on him with piston-like right hands to the head! The referee’s count is useless here, leaving it to Tren to get some sense into Damon before the match is lost! Cross gets his head together after a moment, but the cagey Shields is right there to shake things up again, hitting Damon with 40 Legions before Tren turns around, snatching him by the throat and choke slamming him down! Towers, outside the ring, sees Damon’s cane sitting near the steps and grabs it, rolling back into the ring! Only Danni yelling at Damon that Towers is packing gets him to turn in time, but he still gets rammed in the gut with his own weapon! Alguacil does not see this, but Shields, pissed that Towers isn’t sticking to the plot, tries to stop him from using it again! Towers shoves Shields back and brings the cane down across the back of Cross, drawing the disqualification!


Yuusuke Takeda: Kono shiai wa nōkontesutodearu to handan sa remashita...

But Yuusuke doesn’t get a chance to finish his thought as Towers sends Damon through the ropes, landing him right near the timekeeper’s table! Tren is furious, as is Shields, but instead of taking it out on Towers, Tren smashes Shields through the ropes with a big boot and follows him out! Towers is homed in on Damon, still wielding the cane, but the champion rises up and blocks the shot, murder in his eyes! He cold-cocks Towers in the jaw, making him drop the cane, then smashes him head-first into the ring bell! Picking up the weapon, Damon twirls it rapidly before bringing it down across Towers’ back hard enough to snap the weapon in two! Tren and Shields continue their brawl as security and referees swarm ringside, trying to break things up!


Leina Rael-Debaillion: No contest, my cute white butt! Towers totally cheated! Why didn’t they disqualify him?!

Nick Hanson: This match has been out of control from the start! But the lady makes a decent point!

Jim Reynolds: Oh, please! She’s biased and we all know it!

Of course, that starts a row between Jim and Leina as is the norm! Security, it would seem, is getting things under control despite all four men being out for blood… until someone comes charging into the ring, sliding under the bottom rope and running straight across to dive through the OTHER ropes to attack Towers! A shriek sounds as the person knocks Towers to the floor, ripping and tearing at him with her bare hands!

Leina Rael-Debaillion: YEAH! Get ‘im, Aunt Sylvia!

Nick Hanson: The Bellevue Banshee is here for her pound of flesh and she’s ripping away at Towers like a woman possessed!

Security isn’t sure what to make of things at first, but they have little time to concern themselves with Sylvia as a golden-haired woman jumps the guardrail, leaping off it to collide with Shields! Taken by surprise, Shields finds himself having to cover up from the wild assault on the other side of the ring!

Jim Reynolds: Wait a minute… Jessica Matthews?! What the hell is SHE doing?!

Nick Hanson: Getting her a slice of the Knightmare, that’s what!

Jim Reynolds: What is this, Dogpile-on-the-Legends night or what?!

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Aww, worried about your favorites, Jimmy?! Too bad! Go, Jessica!

Tren and Damon are at a loss, having their personal vengeance put on hold. They roll back into the ring, though, and seem to be enjoying the show. Outside the ring, however, amidst the chaos, Danni Anderson grabs her husband’s title, something that gets a reaction from folks… including Leina.

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Wait… what’s mom doing…?

Jim Reynolds: Gonna shine up hubby’s belt like a good little wifey, maybe?

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Ah, shut your ball-washer, Jimmy-Boy! You don’t know anything!

Nick Hanson: That’s more than nostalgia on Danni’s face right now. Remember she was a prolific champion herself! And she’s been talking about trying to make a return!

Jim Reynolds: Why, so she can get eaten alive?! Go right ahead! Give Damon another reason to whine and try to be a hero!

Leina Rael-Debaillion: Jimmy, if you don’t cool it I’m-a light you up like a Christmas tree!

Danni’s gaze goes from the belt to Tren and Damon, who are both standing in the ring staring right back at her… and the title. But soon enough their attention turns to one another. The Crow and the Monster, locking eyes in the middle of the ring. The tension builds even beyond the extraneous brawling outside the ring that security finally has their focus on, and the fans are pumped! WrestleWar is looming, as is the rubber match between Tren and Damon… who are now nose to nose in the middle of the ring! Danni rolls in with the belt, somewhat tentatively offering it to Damon. Barely turning her way, Damon takes the belt and holds it up high, noticeably swallowing a large lump in his throat as Tren looms, gazing at the lifted title hungrily…

Nick Hanson: Is there even an arena that can contain these two?! Think back to their previous battles, Jim! Has there been any two wrestlers in NFW that have brought on the chaos and violence that these two have?!

Jim Reynolds: I can’t think of a pair, Nicky, and that’s saying something! Put everything else aside and call this what it is: war! Bloody, violent and respectfully murderous war! One or both of these men might not walk out under their own power! We might have to send the belt to the hospital via courier!

Worry is starting to register on Danni’s face. Damon puts on a calm yet intense expression, but he still looks small in front of the Runaway Train. Tren finally peels his eyes from the title and locks on to Damon as the crowd chants, bringing the show to a close!