NFW Collision #119! 02/01/2022!

Just as the show starts we cut to a shot of one of the entrances to the building as a Dodge Charger SRT Hellcat drives up outside and a cascade of boos can be heard from the inside as Johnny Towers steps out the car along with two other men one dressed in black jeans, boots and white vest underneath a black leather jacket and the other in a black suit and white shirt. Soon After just out of shot you hear a familiar voice.

Josh Davidson: Excuse me Mr Towers can we get a word with you quickly before your match tonight?

Johnny Towers: Don’t ya always try ya daffy cunt.

A bit taken aback at the response Josh can be seen trying to keep his distance a little.

Johnny Towers: Spit it out ya mug i aint got all fucking night.

Josh Davidson: Lately you have been a bit vocal about the invasions by Zion and to put it bluntly we want to know why you care about this?

Johnny Towers: Ya see where I am from ya have your own turf right, ya see NFW is my warzone and they wanna come in and take a piece for themselves? Nah fuck that for a game of darts I am not letting some second rate tosspots come into my place and piss on my fucking rug ya got me.

Josh Davidson: I think I do, now onto your match tonight against Alastair Frost?

Johnny Towers: What about it?

Josh Davidson: Aren't you concerned about this match at all.

Towers smirks a little, taking a step towards Davidson making him flinch a little which makes Towers Chuckle.

Johnny Towers: What do you think Joshy boy, I aint scared of no man that walks this damn earth and this guy Frost, takes one shot at me on twitter and as soon as i responded in kind he shut the fuck up quick didnt he, show ya he aint got the chops for all his bluster of destroying people he aint got the bite at least thats this mans opinion what you think lads.

The two guys he arrived with in his car walk up to him and stand at his sides.

Man 1: Nah bruv he aint gonna be winning tonight.

Josh looks at both men and takes a small breath.

Josh Davidson: Who are these two men?

Johnny Towers: How rude of me, I haven't done introductions! This man here…

He points to the tall bald man wearing the black leather jacket.

Johnny Towers: This is Sid Robinson, mean old mother fucker but no one better to go to war with aint I right big fella.

Sid Robinson just chuckles and cracks his knuckles.

Johnny Towers: And this here is an old buddy of mine called Tyler Brown, he was getting a bit bored back home so I invited him here to have some fun. Now then Josh if there is no more stupid fucking questions i gotta tea leaf and get to my fight, boys make Josh make sure to introduce yourselves properly to the man.

At these words the two men go and grab Josh who is yelling for them to let him go as Towers chuckles watching them take him to the nearest dumpster and chucking him in.

Johnny Towers: Now that's entertainment.

Towers suddenly goes and grabs the camera from the cameraman and hands it to Sid Robinson who was just walking back pointing it at Johnny.

Johnny Towers: Now then I will keep this short and fucking sweet. One, ya fuck holes from Zion wanna take me on I aint hard to find so bring it on. Two, Frost I hope you are ready to give me a fucking fight because I want no easy ride tonight so give me your fucking best because that was it will be more fun when I break you and three dont think I have forgotten about you Damon, other business may be going on but we still got something to settle so do not forget.

Johnny motions to end it so just before the camera cuts out its seen going through the air and landing in the dumpster on top of Josh who is heard screaming in terror as the picture cuts out.

Alastair Frost vs. Johnny F’n Towers

The fans are intrigued by this matchup. The Ultraviolent Anarchist versus the Master Tactician! Once the bell rings, Johnny mouths off and tries to set off Alastair’s temper. However, Alastair is playing it cool, beckoning Johnny to come after him. Johnny’s not one to back down from a fight and therefore he lunges at him. Alastair sidesteps and evades his aggressive approach, then he locks Johnny into a series of technical moves. Still, Johnny takes the fight to Alastair, swinging like a wild brawler. Their different styles clash and both men are able to cover the other -- except neither can get the three.

Towers catches Frost off guard with his Pop-Up European Uppercut, knocking the sense out of the Ring-Worn Soldier! He goes for the pin attempt, but referee El Alguacil can only give him a two-count. Towers rises to his feet and shares a few unsavory words with the referee. With a scoff, Towers grabs ahold of Frost and sends him into one of the corners with an Irish whip. As Frost’s back hits the turnbuckles, Towers charges at him, but Frost catches HIM off guard with “Tactical Advantage” (Bicycle Kick)! Towers falls onto the mat with a THUD and Frost covers him, but he, too, only manages to get a two-count. Rather than show any signs of frustration, Frost seizes Towers and forces him into a dangerous submission known as “Black Ops” (Muta Lock)!

Even though he’s writhing in pain, Johnny refuses to give up. Alastair doesn’t let up on the hold, trying to keep it locked in tight. Johnny struggles and shakes until he’s able to maneuver towards the ropes. He places his foot on the bottom rope and El Alguacil has to start a five-count against Alastair. The active-duty Marine releases Johnny just before five and gets in the referee’s face. His hatred of authority figures is clear, even if Alguacil is just doing his job. Johnny’s trying to shake off the cobwebs, the pain rippling through his body. Despite this, Alastair pulls him to his feet -- only for Johnny to counter with a sitout jawbreaker. Alastair falls onto his knees after the blow, Johnny rises to his feet, and he lands his signature Running Big Boot unto his kneeling opponent!

Towers covers and hooks Frost’s leg, but he still can’t get the three. He stands up and argues with El Alguacil who receives the same reaction as Frost: defiance. With a scoff, Towers looks to Irish whip Frost towards the ropes, but Frost reverses the maneuver and sends Towers towards the ropes instead. On the way back, Towers tries to take Frost’s head off with a clothesline, but Frost ducks underneath his arm. He catches Towers with “Chill Touch” (Spinning Side Slam) and goes for the cover, but Towers kicks out before three! The fans are genuinely impressed with this feat.

Rising to his feet, Alastair stares down at Johnny. He reaches down to pull Johnny up, landing a couple of swift shots to his temple. Alastair lifts Johnny up and across his shoulders, looking for “Frost Warning” (ala KENTA’s Go To Sleep) -- except Johnny wiggles his way out! As soon as Alastair turns towards him, BAM! Towers nails him with his Ultra Stiff Headbutt, completely throwing off Frost’s balance. Towers lifts Frost up into a precarious position and sends him crashing onto the mat with “FUBAR!” (Ripcord Backdrop Driver)! The Ultraviolent Anarchist goes for the cover, hooks Frost’s leg, and scores the three count!


Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner of the match… JOHNNY FN TOWERS!

Even as “Chaos Is My Life” by The Exploited plays from the PA system, Johnny doesn’t allow the referee to raise his hand in victory. In fact, he strings together curse words that encourage El Alguacil to get the hell out of the ring! The fans boo with disapproval, but Johnny eats up their reactions.

Jim Reynolds: Tough luck, soldier! Looks like anarchy rules tonight!

Nick Hanson: You have to give Frost credit, Jim. He gave Johnny a hell of a fight.

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, but it still wasn’t enough! HA! Johnny Mother Fuckin’ Towers, ladies and estrogents!

Johnny turns towards Alastair with an evil grin on his face and begins to approach him. However, Alastair is swift to avoid him, rolling out of the ring with a groan. Alastair holds the back of his head, glaring at Johnny as the two exchange foul language. The fans seem to have some support for the United States Marine.

Winner: Johnny FN Towers
Result: Pinfall

We cut to a rarely used section of the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum. We find a cloaked and hooded figure pacing back and forth. On a box nearby lays the NFW Mariana’s Trench title. The figure stops pacing and turns to face the camera. The slow, almost monotone voice of Milisandre Crowthorne speaks.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Tonight a Trial shall be held. He will sit in judgment, watching. A queen has failed the Trial. Does a former, self-proclaimed, ‘guardian’ stand a chance? Only time will tell.

Milisandre chuckles slightly. A creepy, humorless sound.

Milisandre Crowthorne: The queen didn’t get close. She thought she could win. She thought she was in the right. I was the evil that only she could vanquish. All for crimes I am innocent of. Do you think the same, former ‘guardian?’ Do you have crimes you want to lay at my feet? The only ‘crime’ I am guilty of is spreading His whispers. The glorious truth that all need to hear. That all will hear.

A sinister grin is noticeable just under her hood.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Solomon, you are the next to hear the whispers. You are the next to hear His words. The Truth of reality. I do hope your mind is ready. It has been known to shatter the minds of those with weak wills.

Milisandre relaxed even more. She reached out and grabbed the Mariana’s Trench title and draped it over her shoulder.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Come, former ‘guardian.’ Come and try to unseat His Herald. Try to take down the speaker of the Truth. The literal master of Whispers. Maybe you shall be smiled upon. Maybe he shall see promise in you and take you into his fold. Maybe…

That mirthless laugh returns from Milisandre. She then turns slowly and walks off into the darkness.
“For the first time in over a year…”

Inside the Crusade locker room, the camera tilts down to reveal the speaker: Leina Rael! She’s got her father’s red hoodie on as well as his golden mask with the Latin cross over the left eye. A pair of ripped blue denim jeans and red Converse sneakers complete the outfit. The fans watching the NFW Tron are happy to see the Cutest Little Badass.

Leina Rael: ...she’s here in the Vlad Blackheart Coliseum not as a manager but as a professional wrestler! She was the first person to defeat Marilyn Matthews, formerly known as Sativa Nevaeh, for the NFW World Heavyweight Championship! She made her dream a reality and inspired millions of people just like her to believe they can succeed! She was the 2020 NFW Hero of the Year! She was a two-time HYBRID Wrestling Gateway Champion! Ladies and gentlemen… MY MOM! DANNI ANDERSON!

She really is the best hype girl for her mother. The camera pans out a little as Danielle Debaillion steps into view, hugging her daughter from behind. Of course, the fans live in attendance are BEYOND EXCITED to see her!

Danni Anderson: Awww, you’re the sweetest, Li!

Leina Rael: I know what’s up, Mom!

Danni giggles and kisses the top of her daughter’s head. Leina’s grateful for the mask; she must be blushing!

Leina Rael: Mooom, not in front of the fans!

Danni Anderson: I will give you lots of kisses whenever I want!

She lifts her daughter up and gives her a tight squeeze. The ten-year-old is squirming a little, but she’s also laughing as she hugs her mother back.

Leina Rael: Okay, okay, time for a Q&A! How are you feeling?

After one more kiss on the top of Leina’s head, Danni gently sets her down.

Danni Anderson: W-e-l-l, I’m super-duper excited to be back in NFW as a pro wrestler! I’ve really missed being in the ring and I can’t wait to go out there and embrace the energy!

The Sweetheart Esper bounces in her step. Her hyperactive nature is actually under control -- better than what most people would expect. Leina nods.

Leina Rael: It was two weeks ago on Collision #118 that you stepped into the ring and proved your medical clearance. With not one but TWO doctor signatures, you were healthy and ready to come back! How did you do it?

A sweet smile crosses Danielle’s face. She folds her hands in front of her and lightly sways back and forth.

Danni Anderson: I kinda sorta decided that my primary care physician in Asheville wasn’t for me, sooo… a friend of mine recommended Dr. Edwards to me. Hi, Jess!

She casually waves at the camera, knowing her friend is more than likely watching the show live.

Danni Anderson: Jess is on Trauma now, but still!

Ah, so she’s talking about Jessica Matthews, the Eternal Paladin. Leina nods again.

Leina Rael: What about the second doctor?

Danni Anderson: Ohhh, I didn’t find Dr. Hirano until we were in the middle of the Japan tour. I started my physical therapy in June before I had a CT scan appointment with Dr. Hirano in December. She shared the results with Dr. Edwards and they both agreed that I was fit to compete again!

It’s clear she’s over-the-moon excited. Her daughter even lifts her mask up slightly to show off her joyous smile. Then she lowers it and clears her throat.

Leina Rael: If you were medically cleared in December, why didn’t you come back then?

Enthusiastically, Danielle shakes her head.

Danni Anderson: “All good things come to those who wait.” I didn’t want my return to overshadow anybody. WrestleWar is the biggest show of the year! Everybody deserves their moment in the spotlight. I wasn’t gonna take it away from somebody who’s earned it, you know?

She holds her right hand in front of her mouth and “whispers” to Leina. Everyone can still hear what Danni is saying.

Danni Anderson: I kinda thought about announcing it on Night One, but I decided against it. Damon and Tren battled it out in a HUGE match for the World Heavyweight Championship -- the 2021 Match of the Year according to the fan votes! When Tren won, it was his time to shine. It was the start of his glory and he earned it! Of course, my heart broke a little for my husband, but…

The little one reaches out and takes her mother’s hand. Leina squeezes it.

Leina Rael: I know. It was hard for me too.

There’s a brief moment where the two of them simply hug. Slowly, they let each other go and step back.

Leina Rael: Um, speaking of Tren, when he asked the entire Collision roster who was going to step up to the plate, you answered the question. You showed him your medical clearance and your rematch clause -- signed by Lu, of course. Tren… didn’t seem happy about it at all.

Danni Anderson And I understand why now. Damon sat down with me and explained it.

The Pink Sugarplum Fairy lightly toe-kicks the floor. Leina huffs a little.

Leina Rael: Stupid Cass tried to make things worse.

Danni Anderson Leina!

Leina Rael: What?! She did! For real, Cass has a problem with creating drama, hurting people, and burning bridges. You can’t deny that.

Frowning, Danni moves her hands behind her back and looks away.

Danni Anderson: I didn’t help things. At the time, I was emotional. Tren was too. But I know the risks. He understands the danger. We’re both going to give it our all. That’s not just what professionals do. It’s what friends do. It’s what family does.

Despite her grumpiness, Leina sighs and accepts this answer.

Leina Rael: Alright. This is your first show back in the ring and you’re facing Crystal Zdunich. She’s pretty tough, but you’re tougher!

With a giggle, Danielle sticks her tongue out a little.

Danni Anderson: There’s no reason to underestimate anybody. Anybody can beat anybody at any given time. When the odds were stacked against me, I was able to defeat Mary for her title, something nobody else could do! Crystal has her set of matches that she’s won. She’s a great wrestler, just like me, and we’re gonna proudly represent NFW!

She offers the camera a sweet smile. Leina pulls her mask up and grins.

Leina Rael: You’ve got this, Mom. Let out your battle cry!

Danni Anderson: Ohhh, it’s been a long time since I’ve let it out! You ready, sweethearts?

The fans are on their feet as they shout it out! Danielle echoes THEM!

Danni Anderson: OOH RAH!!

And with that, she and Leina make their way out of the locker room and in the direction of ringside!

Danni Anderson vs. Crystal Zdunich

Crystal and Danni lock-up and Crystal quickly step in behind Danni. Danni looks to get free but Crystal drops down and rolls Danni into a modified O’Connor roll style pin.

Danni kicks out.

Crystal grabs Danni as she starts to back up and pulls her into an inside cradle.

Danni kicks out.

As they start up, Crystal pulls Danni into a backslide.

Danni kicks out.

Danni goes for a kick but Crystal catches her foot. Crystal steps over and spins into a kick of her own that floors Danni. Crystal jumps up into a standing moonsault and holds for the cover.

Danni kicks out.

Crystal goes for a la magistral cradle.

Danni kicks out.

Crystal gets Danni from behind and goes for a standard O'Connor roll but Danni rolls through and reverses it on Crystal.

Crystal kicks out.

The two rise and danni jumps into a Power Dunk. Crystal staggers back and Danni follows with a Big-Bada-BOOM!. Crystal goes down and Danni covers.

Crystal kicks out.

Danni stands up and Crystal follows her, albeit slower and more gingerly. Danni goes for a kick but Crystal ducks and hits the Flashing Lights. Danni goes down and Crystal covers.

Danni gets a shoulder up.

With Danni still down, Crystal goes into Smell the Roses.

Danni gets a shoulder up.

Danni rolls Crystal over into a small package.

Crystal kicks out.

Danni hits Crystal with Starts-A-Dancing. Crystal goes down and Danni goes to the corner. She ascends to the top and comes off with A.D.H.D.


Roger Arden: Here is your winner…DANNI…ANDERSON!!

Jim Reynolds: Holy shit, the Ritalin Kid can still go!

Nick Hanson: Oh you stop it! It’s great having her back! She looked amazing in there!

The fans cheer during the celebration as Danni helps Crystal to her feet and the two share a warm hug before Crystal gives the Sweetheart Esper the ring to enjoy her victory.

We open up backstage where we see Amanda Thorn standing there. She smiles at the camera.

Amanda Thorn: Please welcome my guests, Christina Olson and Lilith Meadows, The Last of the Valkyries.

Christina and Lilith walk into the frame, Christina with a cocky grin on her face and Lilith with just a big smile plastered across hers as the crowd gives a mixed reaction to the duo, but it was definitely more positive than negative for them.

Amanda Thorn: Last time we saw the two of you, you and The Second City Riot Squad were tearing the house down in a Best of Seven. What’s next for the two of you?

Christina Olson: Yeah, Leah, Layla, Lily, and me, we battled for seven amazing matches against each other. They pushed us more than any other team has in NFW in our time here. SCRS and The Valkyries, we are tag team wrestling here. Yeah, we may not of come out on top in the series, but damn if it wasn’t fun as hell.

Lilith Meadows: Yeah, but now Chrissy and us are focusin on gettin back to the top and gettin the NFW Tag Team Titles back. It starts tonight with Cornbread Mafia.

Christina Olson: Yeah, the four of us ain’t shy on history neither. We battled in Hybrid many times and well, they got the best of us most of the time, but times are different now. We are gonna get back on track tonight when we take them down and begin our climb back up the ladder and towards Gallus Mag.

Amanda Thorn: I’m sure a match with you and Gallus Mag is one all the fans would be looking forward to.

Lilith Meadows: It’s one we is lookin forward to too. They have our respect and we love testin ourselves against the best teams in the world, but there still ain’t one better than us out there. Tonight, we show that.

Christina Olson: NFW, it’s time we remind all the teams out there why we hold the two single longest reigns in NFW Tag Team Title history. Tonight, our journey back to the top begins again. Skol!

The two of them smile and walk off as Amanda stands there.

Amanda Thorn: There you have it folks. Back to ringside.

The Last of the Valkyries vs. The Cornbread Mafia

The bell sounds as Lilith and Shawn start things off for their teams. The two bump fists in the middle of the ring before backing away and circling each other before locking up. Lilith breaks and goes behind Shawn with a waistlock and trips his feet out and sends him face first into the mat. Lilith transitions into a side headlock before going for Shawn’s arm and trying to lock in a Fujiwara armbar. Shawn immediately scrambles out and up to his feet. As Lilith gets to her feet, Shawn delivers a knee right to the gut of Lilith doubling her over before he delivers a snap suplex on Lilith. He then hits the ropes and delivers a falling headbutt right to the chest of Lilith before he goes for a cover, but Lilith kicks out at two. Shawn drags her over to his corner and tags in Cameron. The two of them pick Lilith up and sends her into the ropes. Lilith comes off the ropes and they deliver a double back drop on her.

Cameron picks Lilith up and delivers a snap suplex of his own before hopping onto the second turnbuckle and delivers an elbow drop. He picks Lilith up and sends her into his corner. He charges in, but Lilith manages to get her boots up before delivering a few elbows to Shawn that drops him to the floor. Cameron charges in once again, going for a corner splash, but Lilith rolls out of the way and grabs Cameron and delivers a reverse DDT. The two of them lay on the mat as the ref starts their count. Both begin to stir and at eventually both make the tags to their partners.

Christna and Shawn come in as Christina takes Shawn down with a slingblade before delivering a baseball slide dropkick to drop Cameron down to the floor. She picks Shawn up and delivers thrust kick before hitting the ropes and taking Shawn down with a crossbody before going for a cover, but only getting a two count. Christina grabs Shawn and delivers a tornado DDT before she goes and tags Lilith back into the match. Lilith grabs Shawn and delivers a bridging German Suplex as Christina climbs to the top rope and finishes off Viking Funeral before she delivers a suicide dive on Cameron on the outside and Lilith goes for the pin and picks up the win.

Collision cuts to Hayley Halsey backstage. The NFW Perseverance Champion is in a very sour mood as she has her championship wrapped around her waist. However, all of the attention appears to be on a briefcase that she is holding in her hands. She’s wearing an angry expression on her face as she begins to express her thoughts.

Hayley Halsey: Last week was a day that will live in INFAMY! Last week, what Griffin Hawkins did was commit an act of WAR! What he did was put his hands on MY boyfriend knowing full well that he is not a wrestler! Griffin Hawkins once again proved that he is the scum and the cancer of Collision. He cannot accept that his reign of tyranny with this Collision championship was overthrown at my hands. I know that Griffin Hawkins is always a man that wanted to fuck me and I can’t say that I blame him, but holy crap! This is taking it too far! What you did last week Griffin was push me to the edge. You do not deserve to have this title back and you definitely do not deserve to face me for this NFW Perseverance Championship. I’m not even sure how the fuck you survived Hughes’s attack from two weeks ago, but there is something that you are NOT going to survive. Soon, your NFW career if not nor entire WRESTLING career is all going to come crashing down to an end and…

Suddenly, Hayley becomes angered as she gets interrupted by a “SHUT THE FUCK UP” chant.

Hayley Halsey: CLEARLY, GRIFFIN IS PAYING YOU ALL TO SAY THAT SO YOU SHUT YOUR MOUTHS NOW! JUST LIKE AARON RODGERS, I OWN CHICAGO!!!!!!”

The crowd responds with loud boos at this.

Hayley Halsey: Anyway, like I was saying! GRIFFIN! This is now NUCLEAR WARFARE BITCH! I am going to make SURE, 60 MILLION PERCENT SURE, that you NEVER get into a wrestling ring with me again because I WILL HAVE YOUR CAREER ENDED! I have 25,000 reasons why you will NEVER face me and why you will NEVER get MY Perseverance title back! 25,000 REASONS… IN THIS BRIEFCASE! I am putting this out there for ANYONE in NFW: Collision or Trauma! THIS IS A BOUNTY!!!! That’s right! A BOUNTY! I WILL PAY ANYONE $25000 IF THEY TAKE OUT GRIFFIN HAWKINS TO MY SATISFACTION… and on top of that… IF you take out Griffin Hawkins, not only will I pay you $25000, I will give you a FREE SHOT at MY title! All you have to do is DESTROY GRIFFIN HAWKINS and the money AND the title shot is yours! This bounty begins RIGHT NOW! You’ve done it now, Griffin! You have earned the bounty that I have just placed on your head! I am sending EVERYONE after you to ensure you NEVER face me again! You may have survived HUGHES, BUT YOU ARE NOT GOING TO SURVIVE THE ENTIRE ROSTER!!!!!!

The crowd randomly begins a “SHE’S A SCREAMER” chant… much to Hayley’s anger…

Hayley Halsey: ...the only people that are SCREAMERS was all of your pathetic ancestors when their property was being burned down by the great Chicago fire so SHUT THE FUCK UP! I’M TALKING!!!!!!!

The crowd responds by beginning a “We don’t like you” chant. Hayley responds by flipping them off.

Hayley Halsey: GRIFFIN!!!!! You are in a war that you will NEVER, EVER WIN! With this bounty, and with the GUARANTEE that someone WILL take you out, you are going to regret the day that you EVER wanted to FUCK ME! I will end this war on my terms and my conditions and that is with ME ON TOP. Oh come on Griffin… it’s not like you’ve NEVER been the bottom bitch or anything. Maybe I should ask YOUR WIFE about that… OOOOOOH BURN! How’s that little SLUT going to feel when her limp dick husband can’t wrestle anymore? You’re going to be beaten and battered so bad I’ll have that little SLUT running off with Lil Juicy! The countdown is on GRIFFIN… for the END OF YOUR CAREER!!!!!

Hayley raises the briefcase to the boos of the crowd before she disappears from the scene. The scene then fades to black.

Solomon Graham vs. Milisandre Crowthorne ©

Once the rules of the match are explained and the Mariana’s Trench Championship is presented to both competitors and the crowd, the referee passes it off to the outside and calls for the bell. Crowthorne and Graham step out of their corners and circle around in the center, reaching out for a lockup but pull back - cautious and tentative of each other, aware of what the other is capable of. Finally, they lunge in and lock up, joching for position but Graham obviously has the advantage in the strength department as he backs her against the ropes. The referee calls for the break and Graham obliges, backing off. Crowthorne just stares back at him with cold, empty eyes and comes off the ropes slowly. She rolls her neck and the two circle up again. This time when they lock up, they go into a series of chain wrestling maneuvers on the mat. Once again, Graham takes advantage of his strength and pulls the champion down with a headlock, hip toss takedown. Crowthorne sets her feet and slips out of his grip, taking one of his wrists with her and twists him around into an arm wringer. Graham makes it up to his feet and rolls forward, releasing the tension and reversing into an arm wringer of his own. He pulls Milisandre into a DDT setup but she slips an arm under his legs and around the back of his neck, rolling back into a tight rollup!


Solomon gets the kickout and turns over up onto his knees to see a small but taunting smirk on Milisandre’s face. She licks her upper teeth deviously and motions with an index finger. ‘C’mon Paragon.’ They make it to their feet again and Solomon puts his hand up for a test of might. Milisandre lifts her hand up but fakes him out, knowing she isn’t going to win the strength contest and nails Solomon with a boot to the midsection. She follows up with a forearm smash to the jaw, staggering him a bit then hits the ropes for a Running High Knee! Solomon goes from doubled over to snapping straight up and Milisandre hits the ropes again, looking for a Ranhei but Graham holds his footing as the champion lands on hers. Solomon pivots around and drills her in the back of the neck with a forearm, sending her to her knees. He steps back and nails a superkick to the back of the head, then a Fist Drop to the skull before rolling Crowthorne over and hooking the leg.


Solomon gets to his feet and calls for Milisandre to get up before hitting her with an Open Hand Slap across the face. She sways but barely as she turns to glower at him through a mess of hair in her face. Solomon gives her another Open Hand and Milisandre eats that one. He starts firing off with Open Palm Strikes across the face and head, going almost rapid fire until he runs off the ropes. Milisandre explodes into action, following him a couple paces behind but as Graham diverts his strategy and hits the opposite side of the ropes, he baseball slides past the champion and she spins around right into a stiff lariat. Solomon covers!


The challenger slaps the mat and holds up three to the ref but the official assures him it’s only two. As Milisandre sits up, he puts on a Chinlock, going for a submission attempt, trying to get that first of three falls he needs. Milisandre struggles to get free, pulling at his hands until she finally gets a good grip on an index finger and starts bending it back in a direction it shouldn’t go. She holds onto this joint as she gets to her feet and starts wrenching Solomon’s grabbed hand by the wrist. He grabs at her hair, trying to get her off before she breaks something but the ref warns him about that. He lets go and just blasts her with a forearm. It gets her to release him but when he goes for a discus forearm, she slips under his arm and catches him by that arm, delivering Path Of Hastur (Abdominal Stretch Ranhei)! She stacks for the cover!


Graham gets the shoulder up and starts rising but Crowthorne stays on him, immediately looking to lock in Grasp of Cthulhu (Octopus Hold). She starts setting his arm back but he powers out of it and manages to throw a back elbow to her head and stagger her as he gathers his bearings. Milisandre’s rocked but she’s still dangerous as she steps back and waits for the right moment to charge in for Bow Down (Double Knee Facebreaker) but Solomon catches her feet on his thighs and pushes her off, nailing her in the midsection with a kick as she comes down which doubles her over! He snatches her up! Shattered Neck Brilliance (Leaping Piledriver)!! Leg hook!


The interim bell rings and Roger Arden announces Solomon’s first of three falls needed to win. Graham gets to his feet and shakes off the cobwebs before turning to Milisandre on the mat right as she sits straight up like a rising corpse. Solomon’s a little shocked but he’s not looking to let her get her momentum back and he shoots right in behind her, looking to throw on a Dragon Sleeper. He wrenches it back tight, causing her to thrash her arms before, again, she shows off that flexibility and the advantage of her slender build and manages to slip her head out from under his arm. Solomon runs in for a Bulldog Head Smash but Milisandre ducks underneath and rushes in to hit an Inverted STO which she uses to transition right into a Fujiwara Armbar! Graham’s trapped and in pain as he starts reaching for the ropes. He almost gets to it before Milisandre throws every ounce of her weight that she has to one side and rolls Graham, transitioning into a Cross Armbar. Solomon reaches for the ropes again but he’s further away this time, unable to reach them. He switches to trying to pry her leg off of his neck and he just manages to do so enough that he’s able to roll up onto his knees but Milisandre’s quick with adapting and she gets both legs up, now locking him into a Triangle Hold with that same arm! Graham looks like he’s starting to fade but he answers the third drop of his arm by the ref by shooting it back up and grabs onto Milisandre’s leg, sets his feet and powers her up while she’s holding onto him for a sitout powerbomb! He floats over and braces Crowthorne on the mat for a series of grounded knee strikes to the head then tops it off with a Guillotine Choke as he picks her up to her knees. He’s got this one locked on tight and Crowthorne can’t slip free but she manages to get her feet set and puts everything she has into a big Northern Lights Suplex with a bridge!


Milisandre sits up, loopy from the Guillotine but she’s back on her feet, sizing Solomon up as he starts working back to a vertical base. She hits the ropes and hits a Lou Thesz Press but as she goes for the punches, Solomon catches one arm and quickly wraps her up in the Triforce Choke (Triangle Choke)!! The crowd starts going wild for the Paragon of Professional Wrestling as he has the Herald of the Great Dreamer in a precarious position, putting everything he can into the choke. She raises her arm, looking ready to tap but doesn’t satisfy the fans screaming for her to do so. Instead, she starts throwing punches to Graham’s leg and ribs. Punches that grow weaker and weaker as she begins to visibly fade until the referee recognizes that she looks out and checks her arm. Once. Nothing. Twice. Nothing. Three times. Nothing! He motions to the ring announcer and the interim bell rings again! Roger Arden announces the second of three falls needed for Solomon Graham! Graham’s getting a head of steam built up as he lets Crowthorne out of the hold and she drops over onto her side. He goes for a cover, hooking the leg!


Solomon sits up and back with wide eyes and a gaping jaw. Milisandre lays there with eyes wide open, staring at the lights above her. Graham’s starting to fume as he comes forward onto his knees and motions for Milisandre to get up and bring it. Milisandre comes up onto her knees and the two exhausted competitors stare each other down before they start trading knife edge chops and forearms back and forth. They keep on firing off, working their way back to their feet where Graham finally hits a Regal Knee Strike Combo before whipping Crowthorne violently into the corner. He runs in fast for a corner clothesline but Milisandre gets the feet up to the face! Graham staggers back as she hops up onto the middle turnbuckle and dives off! Bow Down (Double Knee Facebreaker)!! Graham snaps up and stumbles back against the ropes as Milisandre gets to her feet. She hits the ropes across from him and charges in. Graham tries to meet her halfway with another lariat but she catches his arm and throws her body up behind and around him! Grip of Cthulhu (Royal Octopus Hold) gets locked in! Graham tries to escape but Crowthorne’s wrapped around him like a tendril of the Elder God himself! She wrenches his arm she has with hers all the way back, dropping him to his knees in pain as he fights with all of his might. The struggle ends with Solomon down on his knees, doubled over with his head to the mat with Milisandre across his back, wrenching with everything she’s got until he can no longer take it anymore and he signals tapping to the referee!


Roger Arden: Here is your winner and STILL the NFW Mariana’s Trench Champion!! MILISANDRE…CROWTHORNE!!

Nick Hanson: He came so close!! He almost had it!

Jim Reynolds: Close but no cigar, Nick!! Close doesn’t win titles in this business!

Nick Hanson: But you gotta give it up for Solomon Graham! He truly is a Paragon of this sport!

Jim Reynolds: You know who’s the champion though? That woman right there! Milisandre Crowthorne!

We open up to the interview area of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Coliseum. We see Josh Davidson standing by.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Jessi Ozborne!

Jessi rushes into frame from stage left, giving Davidson a gigantic hug! The deceptively strong Ozborne is able to lift the interviewer about an inch off the floor before waving him around and putting him back on the ground! Davidson shakes off the affectionate assault before going in to question the young talent.

Josh Davidson: Well hello to you too Ms. Ozborne! Now, you’ve been in NFW for a month by this point, you’ve been well acquainted with some friends so far–

Jessi interrupts grabbing Davidson by the hand and pulling the microphone close to her lips

Jessi Ozborne: OOO! Yeah I have! Can I shout out my friends real quick?! Hi, Morgan! Hi, Mary! Hi, Juicy! Hi, Teresa! Hi, Kai! Hi, Elaina! Hi, Soz! Hey you’re my friend too, right?!

Davidson reels in Jessi’s overexcited mannerisms, trying to get the interview back on track as he pulls the microphone back.

Josh Davidson: Yes…well as I was going to say, it also seems that you’ve also gotten into the habit of making a couple of enemies as of late. One namely being that of Katie Anderson. Do you care to elaborate on the words exchanged between you last week?

Jessi’s expression turns from that of excitement to just frustration as Davidson asks the question.

Jessi Ozborne: Listen, Mr. Davidson…I’ve been tossed around my entire life. Everyone used to make me feel like I was lesser than when I was coming up just because I was smaller than the rest of the kids. Even my parents used to push me around. When I got the chance to step into the ring for the first time, I finally felt like I could do anything, in spite of my size. That ring? Is MY happy place. So when someone like Katie Anderson feels the need to belittle me in MY happy place? And all because of a name? I’m gonna say something about it!

Jessi begins to lighten up, the red in her face beginning to disappear as she begins to show a bit of leniency

Jessi Ozborne: Look…I understand…Katie’s going through a lot right now. Her dad has the really icky “C” word…no not that one…no not that one either…her friend went missing for a bit. I really feel for her. But, even I, a rookie in this business, can understand that once you step through that curtain, it’s a whole different battlefield. A battlefield that she will learn to respect me in.

Davidson takes in Ozborne’s answer. Before going for the follow up.

Josh Davidson: And while we’re on the subject of battlefields, I understand that you will be going up against another enemy you’ve made in Splat’s GeminiOne Tournament in NFW’s own Mr. Nathaniel Dixon. You seem to have been having problems with him ever since his assault on your mentor, Kai Morgan, on last week’s episode of Zion Wrestling’s Mayhem. Care to comment?

Jessi Ozborne: Mr. Dixon took a petty and calice route last week. Listen, I saw what Kai did. It was wrong no doubt. But Mr. Dixon needs to understand that while every Nathaniel has his Ami, every Ami has her Nathaniel too. He threatened to take away the Nathaniel to MY Ami…permanently. I don’t care what anyone says about me, Kai Morgan is more than my mentor. He’s my best friend. He’s my family, and I’ll always love and cherish him as such. With that said Mr. Dixon, you better put your dukes come GeminiOne! I’m coming for you and getting you back for what you did to my family!

Josh Davidson: Thank you for your time, Ms. Ozborne!

Jessi nods before walking off camera. There’s a brief pause as the camera pans over on Josh Davidson alone. After a few seconds, Jessi comes back into frame, giving Davidson another hug before running off as we fade to the next scene.
Jim Reynolds: Now what the hell is he doing out here? He’s not even on this show!

Nick Hanson: You gonna be the one to tell him that? Why don’t you go on and shoo him out of here?

Jim Reynolds: Do I look like I have a death wish? What the fuck is that standing in the ring with him?!

Kai Morgan stands in the ring, Dante Diablo towering high above him. He walks over to the ringside crew, demanding a microphone. The crew seem hesitant to give this madman a platform to speak, but eventually hand him the mic. Morgan immediately removes the NFW cube from the microphone and throws it to the mat, before going to speak.

Kai Morgan: ...

Morgan is unable to get a single word out to the audience, though not through lack of effort. Despite him nearly yelling into the microphone, nothing tangible can be heard. It seems as though the production crew have cut his microphone off, instant karma for his disrespect of the NFW insignia. He taps Dante Diablo on the arm, asking him to go get a microphone. Diablo isn’t as nice about it as Morgan is (if you can even call his display “nice”). Diablo exits the ring, before approaching the production crew. He takes one of them by the hand and snatches a microphone out of it, before shoving the small man to the ground. He starts back towards the ring, but Morgan holds him off, instructing him to check the mic while he’s still got the production crew in arm’s reach. Diablo does this, giving a mad glare to the crew members as he does and warning them of exactly what he’ll do if it doesn’t work.

Diablo returns to the ring, handing Morgan the microphone to a shockingly polite thank you from the Zion Wrestling Owner. He takes the NFW cube off the mic again and throws it to the mat, this time instructing Diablo to crush it underneath his giant boot.

Kai Morgan: That little display right there should tell you everything you need to know about the persecution I’ve faced since coming to NFW! This disgusting ass company, will give a platform to pirates that talk like they’ve just been self-lobotomized, a Bitch Brigade that does nothing but gloat about ruining other people’s lives, literally LUCIFER HIMSELF! But I stand my ground time and again, and I’m persona non grata? Fuck outta here.

The crowd boos, as Morgan continues.

Kai Morgan: I’m sick and tired of constantly being disrespected! I’m sick and tired of being made to look like the bad guy when I retaliate against being disrespected! And all that being sick and tired cycles back to the people right up at the top. Luthor Callaway. Isabella Santiago. And most of all Steven Brody. You want someone to blame for the Vlad Blackheart Final? For what happened on TRAUMA two weeks ago? It goes right back up to them! This wouldn’t have happened, had I not been constantly pushed around, and after what went down last Saturday, I am done with this! I want all three of their asses out here. I want it, and I want it right now. Yes, even you Issy. Step out of the bossman’s office, wipe the corners of your lip off, and bring your ass NOW!

Morgan takes the microphone from his face, backing up and waiting for the arrival of NFW’s higher ups. For a moment, nothing happens, and he grows impatient. Morgan goes cross-legged on the mat.

Kai Morgan: I’ll sit this ring all goddamn night, I swear to GOD!!

Morgan continues to wait. Still nothing happens. He stands once again, gesturing to Dante Diablo, who stands behind him, arms crossed.

Kai Morgan: Either you guys come out here, or I send him back there

The instant the word “there” leaves Kai’s lips, “Had Enough” by Breaking Benjamin kicks on through the PA system, sending the crowd into a reaction somewhere between a pop and a rush of relief.

Jim Reynolds: Ho-hoooooooo!! Here comes the GM!

Nick Hanson: Ask and ye shall receive. Luthor Callaway’s not gonna turn away from a confrontation!

General Manager Luthor Callaway comes through the tunnel, and makes his way directly down towards the ring. He climbs up onto the apron and right into the ring, putting himself dangerously in range of Kai Morgan and the behemoth from the Zion roster he’s brought with him. Luthor paces around the two before reaching down and picking up the first microphone Kai tried to use. He snaps his fingers at the ringside production team before tapping the microphone to make sure it’s back on, smirking at Kai the entire time. Finally he steps right up to the man, nose to nose and lifts the mic up under his mouth.

Luthor Callaway: Hate to disappoint you, Kai, but this is Tuesday night. Ms. Santiago ain’t here right now and by all circumstances considering, you shouldn’t be either.

There’s a pause as Luthor turns and lifts his head to look up at Dante Diablo.

Luthor Callaway: The fuck are you lookin’ at Kimosabe?

Dante doesn't flinch a muscle. Luthor turns his attention back to Kai, giving him a bit of space as he takes a courtesy step back.

Luthor Callaway: Kai, I can’t honestly figure out whether you got beat too much or not enough. You definitely took a shot to the head somewhere. Shit, maybe that last shot from Xander Fillmore’s what knocked that screw loose. This right here?

He motions between them, then thumbs back behind him as a gesture of symbolism.

Luthor Callaway: Saturday at Madness? Everything before? It could’ve all been avoided. I get it, kid. I really do. Xander Fillmore went off half cocked, he ran his mouth, he said some shit. It pissed you off. I get that! I’d be pissed too. Where you fucked up - where Zion Wrestling as a whole fucked up - was when and where you decided to make your move. You could’ve done it on Collision. You probably could’ve done it on Trauma - I can’t speak for Isabella, that woman has a dark side that gives even me the heebie jeebies. For fuck’s sake, you could’ve done it in December at the Tokyo Dome and nobody in management would have batted a fucking eyelash.

Luthor pauses again, letting Kai and everyone else take in his words before he continues.

Luthor Callaway: But you chose to pull your bullshit during a time that is revered within this entire company. The big man above me’s got rules in place that normally get people fired for outside interference during the Vlad Blackheart Memorial. Amnesty time, Kai. You oughta thank me that you even still have a job here after that. Regardless, though, what happened happened and something had to be done. Receipts had to be taken. I said it before, I’ll say it again, Zion Wrestling effectively spat on the grave of Vlad Blackheart. We were done after Rochester. Words from certain roster members aside, that was it. It could have been. It would have been. You fuck up, you take your licks, you learn your lesson. Done and done. No, instead you decided to push back even more. Now look at the situation. Everything’s spun out of control, but if you want someone to blame? You want someone to point fingers at? Kai, you need to go find the nearest mirror and take a good…long…god…damn…look!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, take a good look, Kai! This is all on you!

Nick Hanson: Is it just me, or do you suddenly get a lot bolder when you’re at lesser risk of being overheard?

Jim Reynolds: Fuck you, Nicky!

Kai chuckles, tapping the microphone to his chest before responding.

Kai Morgan: There the fuck you go, again. NFW management, doing what it does best and pinning all it’s defects on me. You’re right, I could’ve done what I did to Fillmore on Collision. Could’ve done it on Trauma. Could’ve done it at the Tokyo Dome. Hell I could’ve done it on the front lawn of Fillmore’s broken home. But what tickles me about that statement is that you say I chose the time and place I did what I did. That I chose to “spit on Vlad Blackheart’s grave”. News flash? I don’t wave the magic pencil around here. If I could’ve booked Xander Fillmore vs Kai Morgan, I would’ve done it on Collision. I would’ve done it on Trauma. I would’ve done it in the Tokyo Dome, and the same result would come as it already did. It was you who chose to have me do what I did when I did it. Don’t you lay that shit on me.

More boos pour in as Kai continues.

Kai Morgan: Another thing I got tickled by is your vague proclamation of “I get it”, “I understand. I really do.”...bitch, no the FUCK you don’t! If you “got it”, I wouldn’t have let me walk through your door and get disrespected almost immediately. If you “understood”, you wouldn’t have forced me into a match with Xander Fillmore, just so he could put on some hyper-masculine display to his wife so she didn’t cheat on him again.

Nick Hanson: Some harsh words by Kai Morgan and we all know he’s the man of a million!

Jim Reynolds: I almost hate to say it but he’s got a point, kinda.

Nick Hanson: So, you agree with him now?

Jim Reynolds: I didn’t say that!

Nick Hanson: You ju– nevermind.

The crowd’s boos turn to “ooo’s” at the face of Kai making references to a hot button topic. Even Luthor closes his mouth and raises his eyebrows, almost as if he sees Kai’s point. Kai continues to lambast his former general manager.

Kai Morgan: See, what this all comes down to? Is the fact that time and again, I’ve fought to earn my keep around here and no one seems to see it! I came through those doors as one of the most promising indie prospects on the scene. But because I don’t fit a predetermined mold, I was treated like an outcast from day one. Then I get the opportunity of a lifetime, fallen on my lap. I get the chance to re-write that story for others like me. For people that you elitist pricks say “can’t hack it here” or “aren’t worthy”, to make a name for themselves. Serena Riot. Ashlynn Cassidy. Zachary Porter. Daria Dorsey. Nami Megumi. Hell even fucking Angel Kash. Those names are household names, and I built the platform for them to become that. Then what does one of your talents do? One of your talents who went M.I.A. for half a year at that? Instantly and immediately shits on them, because they have something to do with me…and what did you do? The powers that be. What did you do while this was happening? What did you do while a whole other company got disrespected by your talent? The same thing you guys always do! Nothing!

Kai steps away from Luther, his words still in a way permeating the air. Even Dante Diablo, who’s failed to move this entire time, seems to be a bit moved by the words Kai is saying. Luthor himself even looks like Kai’s words are hitting somewhere. He almost seems sympathetic behind the outward anger in his eyes.

Luthor Callaway: Nothing? We did nothing? That’s what you’re going with? So putting you two inside a ring, giving you the opportunity to defend your honor was nothing? Kai, why in the blue fuck do you think I booked that match in the first place? Shit, son, how much of the product did you watch before you signed your contract? That’s how I do things. That’s how I handle business. This is a combat sport. Y’all get paid to step through these ropes and beat the shit out of each other. Sometimes - just sometimes - things might get a little personal between the two getting in this ring and that’s how you settle it. Between bells. I’ll look you in the eyes in front of all these people right now and tell you the truth: what Xander Fillmore said in September? It turned my fucking stomach. But what also turned my stomach was how you ran with the ball I gave you. Nobody said you can’t cut it here, Kai. Nobody said anyone in Zion can’t cut it here. Hell, I should applaud you for some of the acquisitions you’ve made. We’ve had our eyes on them for a while! Jordan Majors. Emmanuelle. Mai Blackman. Shit, we miss that woman around here. She is a goddamn fighter!

Luthor pauses again, lowering the microphone and pinches the bridge of his nose before bringing the mic back up.

Luthor Callaway: This needs to stop, Kai. It needs…to fucking…stop! Walk away. Turn around, walk away, run your promotion, climb the ladder on Trauma like we know you can do because that’s why we fucking signed you. If we thought you couldn’t cut it here, you wouldn’t have set foot into this building for that face to face signing. You got beef with Xander Fillmore, still? Talk to your GM. She’ll probably set you up with what the ones who fancy themselves as “smarks” call a “blowoff match.” But stop this shit right here, Kai.

Luthor points at the mat between them, insinuating the rebellion that’s been going on.

Luthor Callaway: Because if you don’t, shit’s gonna keep–

Luthor’s suddenly cut off as NFW’s theme, “Breach” by Starset kicks on over the PA system. Even the General Manager is taken aback a bit as he looks over his shoulder towards the tunnels. The audience and those in the ring alike are surprised to see NFW’s CEO Steven Brody come walking out onto the stage with a microphone already in hand.

Nick Hanson: Ohhhhhhh, here comes the boss now!

Jim Reynolds: I thought he wasn’t in the arena?!

Nick Hanson: Luthor said Isabella Santiago isn’t in the arena. Our Chief Executive is always ever present in some way, shape or form and tonight, he’s here in the flesh!

There’s a notably different air and demeanor about him as he closes in one the ring. His pressed jeans and blazer have been swapped out for a crisp black suit and his hair is longer since we last saw him on TV, tied back. He ascends the steps and gets into the ring, coming to stand right beside Luthor. Steven gives the GM a look and motions for him to allow him more room so he can stand on even level with Kai Morgan. He raises the mic to speak but stops as the crowd continues just going nuts.

Crowd: BRO-DY! BRO-DY! BRO-DY! BRO-DY!

Jim Reynolds: He seem a little different to you?

Nick Hanson: So it’s not just me, then?

Jim Reynolds: Uh-uh.

Nick Hanson: Huh…

They finally quiet down as he politely raises a hand, asking for silence. Once more, he raises the microphone.

Steven Brody: Let’s be perfectly honest here. You’re not going to just stop…are you, Mr. Morgan?

He half turns to Luthor.

Steven Brody: You know he’s not going to just stop, Luthor. You’re standing here saying that because you know it’s going to do nothing but egg him on into more of the same behavior. This whole situation has gone farther than I ever feared it would, gentlemen and I’ll be honest: I’m tired. I am tired of it all. Every time I open my phone, I see it. Every time I turn on the television, I see it. Every time I sit down at my computer, I see it. Every time I close my eyes at night, I am reminded of it, like a voice in my head, like someone’s sitting on my shoulder, telling me that I need to stop trying to ignore it. I reopened this company, Mr. Morgan, to do the same thing you’re out to do with Zion. To give the men and women who live for this sport a platform to do what they love. New Frontier and Zion? We employ many of the best competitors to ever lace up a pair of boots and step into a ring. However, here we stand at a crossroads: my two General Managers and another CEO taking pot shots at each other week…after week…after week…and to be perfectly honest? I…am sick…and TIRED OF IT!!

Nick Hanson: & Jim Reynolds: WHOA!!!

Steven’s voice suddenly booms into the microphone as he snaps towards Kai and Luthor. He hasn’t even given Dante Diablo so much as a glance yet but the near seven foot demon might recognize a hellish fire in his eyes before he composes himself again.

Steven Brody: Luthor’s right about one thing, Mr. Morgan. This does need to stop but it’s clear that neither he, nor Ms. Santiago, nor even you have any idea on how to make that happen. So, as the old adage goes, if you want something done, you need to do it yourself. I could…hell, I should just fire you right here and now.

There’s an “ooooooooh” from the crowd before Steven quickly raises his hand again and slowly shakes his head.

Steven Brody: I don’t want that. Believe it or not, Mr. Morgan, I’ve actually come to admire your gumption. I like it. So…man to man…from one Chief Executive Officer to another…I have a proposition for you.

Kai looks over to Dante Diablo, then to Luthor, then back to Steven.

Kai Morgan: ...go on…

Steven smiles, ever so slightly and nods.

Steven Brody: As I said, Mr. Morgan, our two promotions have very much in common with one another. Top tier talent. Opportunities for those talents. Invasion…

Steven pauses to let that last word sink in with the crowd. It’s as if it suddenly hits them what time of year it is and they start making noise again. Steven doesn’t silence them this time.

Steven Brody: Invasion, Mr. Morgan, is something we’re both obviously very familiar with. NFW has invaded sports venues across the world. Last year, for those who may not know, hell we invaded ourselves when the two General Managers couldn’t keep their egos in check. Zion invades between Mayhem and Fusion on numerous occasions. Then, finally, it brings us to here and now… Many saw the actions by you and your colleagues in September as an invasion on NFW. You’re a smart man, Mr. Morgan. I don’t need to spell out for you that more often than not, when you hold an invasion, it’s an act of war.

Steven steps up to Kai now, staring him right in the face.

Steven Brody: So, why don’t we go to war? February 21st…and 22nd… Because no war ever ended in one night, did it? You pick your strongest troops, you rally your champions and you bring them to the Colosseum and let’s…end…this! Invasion: Zion Wrestling versus the New Frontier. What do you say, Mr. Morgan?

Steven lowers the microphone and takes a small step back. Kai looks around, panning across the arena as the crowd whips themselves into a frenzy. A slight look of…timidness…crosses his face. Every word that’s been said to him, hitting him in a way. The concerned look quickly turns to one of angered determination, as he emphatically responds to the challenge.

Kai Morgan: You’re on!!

The crowd are about ready to blow the roof off the building, the cheers nearly deafening as the two figureheads of NFW and Zion meet in the center of the ring to shake hands. Steven goes to make his leave with Luthor, but Kai pulls him back in, bringing in an eerie silence onto the crowd as Kai makes a final remark.

Kai Morgan: But…I just want you to remember this day, Brody. When we send you back, licking your wounds after being beaten at your own game…I just want the words your “Redeemer” said when you all decided to ruin MY show to resonate with you…”You brought this on yourselves”...

Kai releases Steven’s hand, allowing him and Luthor to take their leave as Starset’s “Breach” comes over the speaker again and we fade out to a sponsor ad.

Nick Hanson: Did I just hear that right, Jim Reynolds? Are we going to war with Zion?!

Jim Reynolds: We’re going to fucking WAR, Nicky!! It’s about goddamn time!

Nick Hanson: Your enthusiasm about this whole thing is pretty disturbing…

Brea Lombardi vs. Isabella Terrano

In the ring, we see Brea going for the clean collar and elbow tie-up. Isabella goes for a kick to the midsection, but Brea blocked it with her shin, and then transitioned into a side headlock takedown to ground the Ace of Diamonds. Terrano would struggle briefly in the hold, before using her legs to put Brea in a headscissor. She would mock her, with some headbanging, as Brea arched her back and planted her feet on the ground, and slipped out of the hold. She gives Isabella a receipt with a straight kick to the face and knocks her down.

She would run back to the ropes, as Isabella would start to get to a seated position, as Brea hit her with a powerslide Lariat and hooked the leg, but Isabella would kick out at two. Lombardi gets Isabella back to her feet and starts to go for a vertical suplex, but Isabella would hit Brea on top of her head with a knee strike, as she gets back down to her feet. She would then hook both of Brea's arms, and bring her down with a double arm DDT. She would dust her hands, thinking this is over, as she covered Brea…


Brea kicked out, and Terrano was angry! She gets up and stomps away at Brea, looking to weaken her more, while the crowd booed her. She pulled Brea up by her hair, and shouted, "You shouldn't have crossed the boss!" Then, Isabella would deliver a powerful chop to Brea, and transitioned her over with a snapmare. She then runs the ropes, and rebounded with a blockbuster, as Isabella taunted her. Looking to finish her off, Isabella would head to the top rope. She was looking for a diving guillotine leg drop, and leapt off! But, Brea was aware enough to roll out of the way, causing Terrano to land hard on her tailbone!

Lombardi would hop onto the bottom rope, as she springboarded off to hit Terrano with a low triangle dropkick. As Terrano gets to her feet, Lombardi gets her in a hammerlock position, before pulling her into a big ripcord jumping knee strike! Isabella is dazed, and Brea pulls Isabella into a butterfly lock, before swinging in with the Symphony of Destruction! She covers!

Roger Arden: "Here is your winner, Br…"

As she was announced the winner, Brea snatched the microphone out of the announcer's hand, agitated from the fight, as she spoke to the woman who made this match.

Brea Lombardi: "Not so tough without your bat, are ya?"

She said, kicking Isabella as she was down, before calling out Viola.

Brea Lombardi: "You're gonna have to do better than that, Viola! I'm not going anywhere, and if I have to keep making an example out of your little ass-kissers, then I'll happily thump their skulls until you decide to fuck off!"

She said, not backing down at all, as we hear "Fast Life" beginning to play, as Viola makes her way to top of the ramp to address her.

Viola Mancini: "Maybe you're right… we can't co-exist. So one of us must be eliminated. So, I'll give you a chance to get rid of me, in a loser leaves NFW match. But, Brea, you won't be leaving on your two feet. Oh, no! You're going to be leaving here in a bodybag, you dirty snake!"

She shouted at her, as the crowd was gasping at the escalation of the fight.

Brea Lombardi: "Yeah?! You're on! I can't wait to take down one of the biggest scumbags in the company!"

Brea said, as Camila emerged from under the ring and runs behind her to hit her with a chopblock, before targeting her knee with strikes and then placing her in the Ratcatcher, while the officials try to stop her, as Viola shouted above the chaos.

Viola Mancini: "Oh, it slipped my mind! Our fight is going to be no disqualification, Brea! There must be a winner, and as for you, you've always been a loser…"

She said, as Brea squalled in pain, while Camila and Isabella would batter her, as security finally manage to get them away, as we head to the back.
We cut backstage to find the NFW Tag Team Champions, Gallus Mag, standing in front of a Collision and Shieldmaidens backdrop. Both Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire are dressed to compete with their titles fastened around their waists and their arms folded across their chests as they glare into the camera before Bruiser briefly turns her attention towards her wife.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Ya know somethin’, lass?

Psycho raises an eyebrow, indicating that she’s listening whilst maintaining her glare at the camera.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: It appears that despite the fact we hold these belts… we still ain’t gettin’ the fuckin’ respect that we deserve from the rest o’ this division.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Does anybody bae gettin’ it from this lot then?

Bruiser shrugs.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I suppose not. I mean, ya’ll have the likes o’ SCRS claimin’ to be the best fuckin’ tag team in NFW coz o’ the fact they beat the Last o’ the Valkyries in a Best o’ Seven series… and aye… while that is an impressive feat…

The Shieldmaidens unfasten the belts from around their waists and hold them and Bruiser points to both of them.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: The fact that WE… Gallus fuckin’ Mag… are the champions… that proves that we are the best fuckin’ tag team in NFW right now bar NONE!

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, let them talk. Let them ALL talk! We bae ready tae face any an’ all o’ them an’ we bae startin t’night wit th’ Career Killaz!

The two heavily tattooed women now place their titles over their shoulders as Bruiser snarls.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Damn fuckin’ right! And like I said to ya’ll on Twitter, lads… ya’ll ain’t endin’ our careers and ya sure as Hell ain’t endin’ our fuckin’ title reign! Ya see… I’ve almost had my wrestlin’ career ended not once…

Bruiser holds up her index finger.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: But twice!

The older Shieldmaiden now holds up two fingers to the camera before shaking her head and putting her fingers back down.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: And yet here I fuckin’ stand! Still wrestlin’ and a fuckin’ champion! So I sure as Hell ain’t lettin’ a couple o’ gammy gowls like the two o’ ya end my fuckin’ career!

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: An’ I’ll nay bae allowin’ th’ bote o’ ye tae take whot we have worked so feckin’ hard tae achieve! We’ll nay bae taken down by th’ likes o’ ye!

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Exactly! The two o’ us have scratched and clawed our way up to the fuckin’ top! Just like we said we would! We all kept fuckin’ sayin’ it! Gallus Mag on top! And now that we’re here?! Ya’ll are gonna have to fuckin’ kill us to take these titles from us!

Bruiser then proceeds to flip her hood up over her head and pats her wife a few times on the shoulder.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Hell is empty!

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

Bruiser proceeds to then lift her face mask up over her nose and mouth as Psycho sneers into the camera before the champions take their leave as we cut elsewhere.

Tren Descarrilado vs. River Chance

At first, Tren is clearly impressed by the gumption of River accepting the challenge. That changes from the moment they lock up, however, as the champion looks to bully down his opponent and put her on the wrong end of his overwhelming power. River, however, is no shrinking violet, and soon enough a look of faint awe is all over the champion’s painted features as she fights back against his power and leverage. Escaping into a waistlock before Tren can get one over on her again, River waistlocks the champion down and puts him into a front facelock, trying to keep him sedentary while she comes up with a strategy. When Tren quickly starts to stir, growling in her grip, River desperately throws a few hard knees to the top of his head, but that barely slows his rise. He comes up to his feet and shoves her away, sending her back-first into the buckles. His charge lands him sternum-first against the turnbuckles and River steps in for a German suplex, actually getting the big man up and over! With his lack of ability to feel pain, though, Tren is right back up until River rocks him with a clothesline, then another, and finally a discus lariat to at last bring the big man down! She goes for the pin…


…but is thrown almost to her feet by the force of Tren’s kick-out! He’s back up and River is already charging as he turns. She runs right into a goozle, though, and has to pound on Tren’s arm with both hands to disengage herself! She hits the ropes yet does not see Tren already in motion… not until she’s dropped by a huge big boot! Coming up wide-eyed, trying to shake off the impact, River is grabbed by the hair and brought to her feet! A double-handed choke toss lands her against the buckles a second time and Tren’s lariat almost sends her over the ropes and to the floor before she realizes that he’s the blur barreling towards her. Back against the chest of his opponent, Tren starts firing off rapid back elbows, rocking the head of the challenger before stepping out of the corner and making a gesture of superiority! River, rocked but conscious, steps up onto the second rope and leaps off with a lariat to the back of the champion’s head! She lands unsteadily but is nevertheless able to roll under another boot from Tren, hitting the ropes and coming at the champion full-force with a forearm shot to the jaw.

Tren staggers, more from surprise than suffering, checking his jaw. River wants another German, getting behind Tren with her arms locked, even ducking an elbow shot from the champ. Tren then simply forces River’s hands apart, leaving her wide-eyed! She has the wherewithal to turn it against the champ, though,actually locking in an abdominal stretch on the larger champion! It is clear, though, that she is having trouble with his size, compensating by driving her elbow into his ribs several times. And it works to an extent before Tren has enough and heaves her over with a modified hip toss. River is up quickly, though, going right back on the attack with a clothesline to knock Tren into the ropes. She boots him in the midsection, setting up for a delayed vertical suplex, but Tren reverses and drives her down brainbuster–style! River is stunned badly by this shot, especially after all the elbows from earlier, but the fight isn’t out of her: she manages to stun the champion with another barrage of shots, including chops and forearms before sending him into the ropes! River loads up the Pommel Strike but Tren has her scouted and turns it into a DDT, spiking River against the canvas! The Bullet Train to Hell follows and the champion moves into a lateral press, hooking the far leg!

As the show continues, the highly decorated team of Pretty Vacant is in the ring already. Vacant has the microphone.

Vacant: We’ve been in NFW for quite some time now and time and time again, we’ve been disrespected. Humiliated. Defeated. Taken advantage of. We’re sick and tired of it.

Many More just nods in agreement.

Vacant: We’re demanding that NFW management take us more seriously. We demand that we are placed in title contention. We are tired of being pushed aside by far lesser teams on the NFW roster, which is pretty much every other team out there.

Many gets a confused look on his face as he sniffs the air.

Nick Hanson: Did you start smoking again?

Jim Reynolds: What?

The crowd begins to buzz as orange smoke begins to pour out from underneath the ring. Vacant begins to notice as well.

Vacant: Hey! Production! I’m still talking! Turn off the damn smoke machine! This is what I’m talking about! Disrespect!

The crows pops to life though as a figure emerges from the smoke and immediately climbs to the top turnbuckle.

Nick Hanson: Is that….?

Jim Reynolds: What the hell is that freak doing on Collision? She wasn’t drafted!

Pretty Vacant remains completely unaware as the former Universal Superstar, Anaquin Adams is perched on the top turnbuckle. She leaps off and connects to the back of Many More’s head with Hell’s Hammer, driving her knee into the back of his head and More drops to the mat.

Jim Reynolds: What the hell is going on? Are we safe out here? Anaquin Adams has just invaded Collision!

Vacant slowly turns around and finds herself face to face with the grotesque looking Adams. Vacant slowly offers Adams the microphone and tries to back away but Adams grabs Vacant and tosses her over the top rope and to the floor.

Quickly, Anaquin Adams runs to the far corner and scales to the top. She steadies herself and then makes a mad dash across the top rope to the opposite turnbuckle, leaps into the air and crashes down onto Vacant on the outside, crashing Vacant into the guard railing, earning her a “Holy shit!” chant from the audience.

Anaquin pulls Vacant to their feet and rolls them into the ring. She drags Vacant over and lays them on top of of Many More and then covers. The crowd pops and counts to three.

Nick Hanson: Anaquin Adams just demolished Pretty Vacant in short order. The question remains, why in the world is she on Collision?

Anaquin remains on top of the two as her voice is heard over the loudsystem, despite the fact she doesn’t have a microphone in her hand.

Anaquin Adams: When my contract was due, I had one request. To achieve that request, I hired someone to act on my behalf. Lawyer Kwon came through with flying colors. The only stipulation I had was that she increase the size of my playground. With an agreement between Trauma and Collision, this monster can show up wherever she desires. Tuesdays. Saturdays. It makes no difference. The only question that remains is who will step up to the monster? Who dares have the courage to confront their fears and meet me face to face in this ring. Damon? Danielle? Tren? The Kingdom? Or will it be Griffin? Stacy? Katie? And I haven’t forgotten the trauma inflicted on me by Lucifer himself, Anton Crowley. All I ask is that someone come play. I will not be hard to find.

As “Crawling King Chaos” from Cradle of Filth begins to play, Anaquin grins widely as she crawls off of her prey and slowly rises to her feet.

Jim Reynolds: How in the world did Seo-Hyung Kwon get the GMs to agree to a free agent? The monster, Anaquin Adams is being let loose on both rosters?

Nick Hanson: But, the question remains. Why? Does she have a target in mind? I won’t lie, I never expected anything like this and I’m not sure this bodes well for the Collision roster. Anaquin Adams has emerged as a free agent, able to be booked on both Collision and Trauma.

The fans chant as Anaquin Adams makes her way slowly up the ramp and the scene fades to black.

The Career Killaz vs. Gallus Mag ©

The Career Killaz jump the champs early and knock Bruiser from the ring so they can focus on working on the smaller Psycho. They take turns pounding on her in the corner, each one making sure they stay in just long enough to do some damage before tagging the other in. They take Psycho into the middle of the ring and hit This Ain’t A Scene. Instead of covering her, JTM pulls her up and they follow with It’s An Arms Race. Williams covers.

Psycho gets a shoulder up.

Williams angrily gets her up and slaps her before bringing JTM back in. The two then execute Misery Business and then follow it with All I Want. JTM holds for the cover.

Bruiser breaks it up.

Williams comes in and Bruiser starts s;ugging it out with him. JTM comes over and Bruiser cracks him in the mouth as well. The referee tries to step in and gets inadvertently nailed when the Career Killaz try to double team Bruiser and eat a big punch to the face. Psycho staggers up and the fight is on! Gallus Mag and the Career Killaz both start raining punches on each other as the crowd goes insane at the violence before them. JTM drops Psycho and then gets clotheslines over the top by Bruiser. Williams dumps Bruiser out to the floor as well and Psycho rolls Williams up from behind. With no referee to count, Williams simply kicks out and jumps to his feet. Bruiser dives back into the ring and Gallus Mag catches Williams for a double superkick before they start taking turns chopping the shit out of him. JTM comes back into the ring and goes for a double clothesline but Bruiser and Psycho duck him. He crashes into his own partner just as the referee staggers back up. Gallus Mag roll both Career Killaz up from behind.

Career Killaz kick out in stereo.

Bruiser clips Williams from behind and he staggers into Gealtachta from Psycho. Williams goes down and rolls out to the floor. JTM gets a small package on Psycho.

Psycho kicks out.

Psycho jumps over and tags in Bruiser. JTM knocks Psycho down in the corner and then starts trading punches with Bruiser. They go JTM, Bruiser, JTM, Bruiser, JTM, Bruiser, JTM, Bruiser, JTM, Bruiser, JTM, Bruiser, JTM, Bruiser, JTM, Bruiser, JTM, Bruiser. Bruiser ducks one from JTM and hista spinebuster before backing off to a corner. JTM gets to his feet and Gallus Mag come in for Taranis. JTM goes down and Bruiser covers him.


Roger Arden: Here are your winners and STILL NFW Tag Team Champions, Saoirse and Becca Maguire…GALLUS MAG!!

Nick Hanson: Great main event and a great first title defense for the Shieldmaidens of NFW!

Jim Reynolds: Hell must really be empty because these two don’t seem to be going anywhere! Don’t sleep on the Career Killaz, though! JTM and Chance Williams are part of the Murk Squad for a damn good reason!

Nick Hanson: Take nothing away from them, folks! They brought the fight to the champions! That’s all the time we have for tonight, ladies and gentlemen but what a show we had! Seems like we’re going to war, Jim.

Jim Reynolds: Man the fucking big guns and let them come, Nick!