NFW Collision #120! 02/08/2022!

DJ From ATL vs. Capt. Inarra Black

DJ From ATL stares at the woman across from him and just cocks his head like he can’t believe what he’s seeing. Captain Inarra grins back innocently, as if to ask what he could possibly be thinking at the moment. DJ turns to the crowd and points at Captain Inarra, openy asking if they’re believing this. Captain Inarra shrugs as if everything is completely normal and natural about the situation at hand. DJ looks all around, seemingly searching for answers that are simply not coming. DJ turns back to Captain Inarra and starts laughing. Captain Inarra smiles even broader, nodding as she does so. DJ starts laughing harder and Captain Inarra nods even more. She takes a step and then launches herself into a shining wizard that knocks DJ clean on his ass, the laughter and smile now gone. Captain Inarra starts to stomp away viciously, DJ crying out and trying to cover up and roll over away from the assault. Captain Inarra drops down and grabs an arm. DJ starts begging for mercy and Captain Inarra starts nodding as she did earlier. DJ pleads his case and Captain Inarra nods one more time before violently jerking on his arm. DJ cries out in pain as clutches at his arm. Captain Inarra grabs the arm and holds it. DJ pleads his case again and Captain Inarra simply shrugs apologetically at him. She jerks violently on the arm again and DJ lets out an even more blood-curdling scream. Captain Inarra smirks down at DJ, nodding her head as if to ask him if he sees it now. DJ offers no answer and Captain Inarra grabs his arm again. She stretches it out on the mat and then looks over at him. She grins and then viciously stomps down his wrist. DJ screams bloody murder. Captain Inarra drops an elbow to the back of his head and then grabs his other arm.She rolls him over and gets him in a small package.

DJ kicks out.

Captain Inarra maintains her grip on his good arm and stands up. DJ looks up at her and starts begging off again. Captain Inarra cocks her head, looking not unlike a dog’s inquisitive demeanor. DJ pleads with her for the third time and Captain Inarra cannot help but smile at the man’s choice of words. She shrugs and then wickedly kicks him in the armpit. DJ cries out in pain again. Captain Inarra extends the arm out again and as DJ looks up at her, obvious fear in his eyes, she ferociously kicks him in the armpit again. DJ falls onto his stomach, his arm now free. He pulls both arms back in closer to his body, trying desperately to recover enough to escape. Captain Inarra grabs the less beaten arm and then steps over his back to grab the other arm as well. She pulls him back into a modified surfboard and DJ screams like he’s never screamed before. Captain Inarra takes in the beautiful music he’s making for a second and then places her right foot onto the back of his head and curbstomps him violently into the mat. DJ’s head bounces and his eyes roll up momentarily into the back of his head from the impact. Captain Inarra reaches down and grabs him by the head, pulling up into the perfect position to give him Dead Men Tell No Tales. She covers him.


Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall…Captain Inarra Black!

Nick Hanson: Well, shiver me timbers! What a debut from the Captain!

Jim Reynolds: ARRRGH!!!! She can shiver my timbers!

Collision switches from the ringside area over to backstage in the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum. The cameras are zoomed in tight on what looks to be the Zion Wrestling Trios Titles. As the camera pans out, we see the title around the waist of “Mighty J” Jed Coffey. Additionally, he has the two other Trios Titles fastened together and draped around his neck with the faceplates pointing outwards. Flanked on either side is the “War Queen” Leah Aguero and the “Southside Cuttah” Layla Diaz.

Leah Aguero: I’m gonna make this short and straight to the point because the Second City Riot Squad doesn’t get paid by the hour. We look around the NFW and we are sickened by what we see. The outright disrespect toward the SCRS from enhancement talent all the way up to the front office is enough to make us puke. Every last one of you is blinded by this supposed war going on and people like Luther Callaway, Isabella Santiago and Steven Brody demanding that you choose a side. It’s a war that they and Kai Morgan started amongst themselves and yet, just like sheep, you fall in line.

The fans in attendance can be heard booing at the War Queen’s statements.

Leah Aguero: Right now we know exactly what you all think of the Second City Riot Squad. You see these Zion Wrestling Trios Titles and you see us as the enemy. Have you forgotten the last two years in which the SCRS busted our asses in an NFW ring? We’ve bled. We’ve fought through injuries. We’ve shown up week in and week out, even when management didn’t see fit to book us on the card and yet all you see are these Zion Wrestling Titles. It’s because that’s what THEY want you to see.

Leah simply shakes her head in disgust.

Leah Aguero: Always remember, though. There’s two sides to every coin. We went over to Zion Wrestling and we became champions our first night in the company. We are the Trios Champions and we’ve taken on all comers. Do you know what they refer to us as? They call the Second City Riot Squad NFW infiltrators. Can you believe that? NFW don’t want us. Zion Wrestling don’t want us but are forced to because we’re their champions. Zion Wrestling management, I’m sure, would love nothing more than for people like The Satsujin Triad or Trinity or The Shadow Council to represent their company over us because they don’t quite know where our allegiances lie.

The War Queen simply smirks as she looks over to Coffey and Diaz.

Leah Aguero: Let’s lay it all out there for the lot of you. We’re not afraid to show our cards. We don’t represent Zion Wrestling.

The normal boos the SCRS has been accustomed to turn to cheers.

Leah Aguero: We don’t represent NFW either.

Just like that, those cheers go back to boos.

Leah Aguero: We represent ourselves. We represent the Second City Riot Squad and that’s who we’re looking out for. You all went to war for yourselves and you’re the ones dragging us into this. You all wanted champions versus champions to settle the score, that’s all well and good. We already know the SCRS is the greatest Trio around and we’re ready to prove it. Just don’t get too bent out of shape when OUR win gives a point over to Zion. La Siervientes De Yum Kimil, we’ve got unfinished business and we will right the wrongs of the past. And we’ll do it, by any means necessary.

Once again, Leah looks over to her SCRS family. That’s when Diaz pipes in.

Layla Diaz: Dat ain’t all doe folks. Tanite, yous all be in fa a treat. Yous sees, da powas dat be finally see fit dat da Second City Riot Squad be booked on one a dey shows. I knows, right? We know wut dey be trying ta do. Dey tryin ta humiliate us right befoe we take down der Trios Champs at da big event. Dey went an booked us against dem First Class Bishes. Wells, lets me tells yous sumtin. We ain’t neva backed down from no fight. Yous twos wanna call youselves da Utopian Female an a muthafuken Rebel? All Is sees is a bish on da gas an anotha jus trying ta cling on fa attention. Naw. Dey ain’t be nuttin real bout yous twos. Yous handler wants ta be spouting off bout us bein scrubs while yous guys be sum bad bishes? We fixin ta find out jus how bad yous twos is. Can yous even work, bishes, cuz L an I finna rain down on yous all nite long. It finna be straight knees and cuttahs fa yous. Yous feels me? Just try an step ta us cuz we ain’t no muthafuken posahs. We real muthafuken deal. Da only First Class ting bouts yous twos is da first class tickets yous done jus punched straight ta an ass whoopin. See yous twos out der.

Coffey just stands in the background, lowering his aviators just enough to shoot a glare to the camera before we go back to ringside.
The scene opens backstage in the luxury suite of The Blackheart Coliseum. Rei Park, Kaede. Jenn and ISIS are all sitting in leather chairs around a table. ISIS can be seen sitting at the head of the table with her arms crossed. Her fiery eyes staring directly at the camera. She is not amused, obviously, and we’re about to find out why.

ISIS: Do you know why I am not thrilled right now?!

For starters, the Japanese tour was the worst thing that ever happened to me. Imagine wrestling back to back nights. Not losing once, but twice! The second match you are one elimination away from becoming the number one contender for the United States Championship. The fun doesn’t end there. No. Imagine having the love of your life essentially tell you he isn’t coming back to the company. He is going to stay in Japan. Not even make the effort to try to make a long distance relationship work. But it's for the best, he said! You keep the house, he said. What if I don’t want the fucking house. I do... that’s besides the point. What if what you really want is to be happy? Knowing the tail end of that tour filled you with so much misery, you don’t know what to do with yourself? On top of that, the last time you wrestle, you have Salacious Intent essentially mock you. Telling you that you don’t belong. Then they beat you. HOW DO YOU EXPECT ME TO FEEL?!

ISIS screamed the last bit of that out. She closes her eyes. Lowers her head. Jenn stands up, walks over to her tag team partner. Places a hand on her shoulder. ISIS looks up into Jenn’s eyes. She nods.

ISIS: I’m ok. Really. I am.

ISIS takes a deep breath.

ISIS: Second City Riot Squad, compared to me, what do you two twats have to complain about? Luthor isn’t showing you enough love after you won the Best of 7? Bite me! I don’t fault you three for taking on another employer, my girl Jenn works elsewhere. What I fault you three for is going to the company that decided to launch a goddamn war against us. Just for kicks, you won their Trios Championships. Congrats, not really. Your allegiance to Zion has put a lot of people in NFW in danger. Not that I care about most of the roster; but when this war affects me and my crew, forcing us to look over our shoulders. Don’t care if you ran over to Zion to go into business for yourself. You might as well be aligned with those scumbags. Guilt by association, you are their champions. If Zion treats you much better, then how about you get the F out! Or Jenn and I can ship you back to Zion. Not first class postage included.

ISIS smirks.

ISIS: I have some anger of my own to unleash. You two are in the wrong place at the right time. Your stay in Utopia won’t go well. Not. Sorry.

Seated at ISIS’ right near the end of the table, the manager for FCB, Seoul Queens, SBS - the entire Chrysanthemum Shield as a whole - leans forward in her chair and presses her hands together against her lips, exhaling softly with frustration. Before speaking, she stands up out of her seat and starts to lap around the table. Passing ISIS, she gives the Utopian Queen a squeeze on her other shoulder.

Kaede Tanabe: We didn’t want anything to do with this war. New Frontier. Zion.

She stops behind ISIS chair and turns on her heels, staring directly across into the camera.

Kaede Tanabe: Pay attention, because I’m talking to you. Steven Brody, Kai Morgan, the Second City Riot Scrubs. I can’t be sure if this match was booked as just something between two teams of the New Frontier or is this supposed to be another interpromotional match? Do you represent Zion tonight, Diaz? Aguero? Are you here to act like professional competitive athletes or are you so sore about not being booked for two weeks that you’re looking to raise the other side’s banner in a temper tantrum?

Kaede holds her cold scowl as she folds one arm over her stomach and props an elbow on it, idly fidgeting her fingers of that hand. Her eyes narrow as she decides her next words.

Kaede Tanabe: You can claim to be a couple of hardasses from the streets all you want. You’re not scaring anybody with your little threats and it’s gonna take a lot more than “knees & cuttas” to put down two of the real bad bitches of this business.

Rei Park: Remember when Jenn and I were forced to compete against each other a couple months back? We still went out there and did the damn thing. And if knees and all that don’t work, you could always punt them in the…

Rei stops herself just short of saying a word she usually doesn’t as a slight giggle escapes from her mouth.

Rei Park: I’m going to stop myself there before I start a tangent that I might not be able to stop. Yeah, I don’t like being dragged into wars and fights like this either. But if you do what it is that you do and do it in such a way that people won’t be able to look away… then you could open doors upon doors.

Jenn Drew: This war, I don't care about it. I haven't from the start of it. Most people on this roster, I don't care about either. The only people I give a damn about are my crew, Isis, Rei, SBS, and Kaede. Yeah, Isis and I, we haven't gotten off on the right foot as a team yet, but hell, we've teamed together two times and we're still already better than most of the scrubs in the tag team division. We'll prove it tonight when we knock off the Second City Riot Squad and we start our ascent to the top of the division and eventually bring that gold around our waists.

Isis nods. So does Kaede and Rei. With that, the scene fades to black.

Second City Riot Squad vs. First Class Bitches

Both teams start brawling immediately, Leah pairing off with Isis while Layla pairs off with Jenn. The four combatants hammer away on each other, each seemingly relishing the opportunity to just lay into somebody. Isis sends Leah over the top and then turns to face an onrushing Layla off an Irish whip from Jenn. Isis catches Layla for a big spinebuster and jenn ryan in for an assisted leg drop onto her. Jenn holds for the cover.

Layla kicks out.

Jenn mounts Layla and starts to rain punches down while Isis turns to face where she threw Leah a moment earlier. Leah appears on the apron and Isis delivers a big boot that sends Leah flying off and into the barricade. Leah crashes to the floor, landing in a heap as the crowd gasps at what they’ve just seen. Jenn pulls Layla up and throws her into Isis who elevates the woman for a European uppercut from Jenn. Layla crashes to the mat and Jenn covers.

Layla kicks out.

Jenn and Isis pull Layla up. Jenn hits a superkick and Isis follows with a discus lariat. Layla goes down like she’s been shot. Isis picks Jenn up and gorilla presses her up before dropping her onto Layla for the cover.

Layla gets a shoulder up.

Isis pulls Layla up and takes her into a full nelson. As Jenn readies to deliver a pump kick, Leah arrives and spears Jenn down. Leah turns and gives the pump kick to Isis, knocking the big woman loose from Layla in the process. SCRS hits a double dropkick that sends Isis over the top to the floor. Jenn comes back and eats a drop toehold from Layla to allow Leah to drop an elbow to Jenn’s back. Isis climbs back onto the apron and SCRS catches her coming back by grabbing the ropes and crotching her. They bounce her a couple of times and then hit a double dropkick again to send her right back down to the floor. Jenn staggers up and Leah hits her with a clothesline. Layla runs over for a springboard moonsault.

Jenn kicks out.

Leah snaps off a swinging neckbreaker and then puts Jenn up on her shoulders in the electric chair position. Layla moves and jumps off, SCRS hitting Jenn with Dead To Rights. Leah jumps out onto Isis with a dive over the top rope as Layla covers Jenn.

The camera caught up with her after her match. She was walking around the back of the arena with her identical twin sister, Elizabeth, and her boyfriend, Nehemiah. Nehemiah towered over the twins at six foot four.

Inarra looked over to her twin and then up to Nehemiah.

Capt. Inarra "Applejacks" Black: “They jus’ dinna appreciate tha hilarity o’ someone chasin’ after tha bird! ‘Twas gold watchin’ them tryin’ t’ catch tha bleedin’ thing!”

A deep chuckle came from Nehemiah and a tinkling Tinker Bell type of laugh came from Elizabeth,

Elizabeth Black: “I almost bet tha’ DJ from ATL is still wishin’ tha’ he ne’er offered t’ take tha thing out now.”

Inarra giggled as she nodded to her sister.

Capt. Inarra "Applejacks" Black: “Aye! Though, I was thanked fer wha’ happened t’ DJ from ATL.”

Inarra turned to look back at the camera. In her hand was a leash that led to something that was just off camera.

Capt. Inarra "Applejacks" Black: “DJ from ATL.. Ye laid down tha challenge an’ failed t’ deliver. An’ now… Now ye have those bitches from Zion tha’s wantin’ t’ try an’ take on tha entirety tha’ is NFW. Now, I’m bein’ put int’ a rumble style match at ‘Invasion’. An’ tha’ lil twat, Stasi, is in tha match as well. An’ tha’s someone I canna wait t’ get me hands on. She doesna e’en know me an’ decided t’ call me out me name!”

She smirked darkly.

Capt. Inarra "Applejacks" Black: “Tha’ was a mistake on yer part, Lass. Y’ see, I may be new t’ tha scene o’ this wrestlin’ t’ing. But dinna count me out. ‘M hungry. An’ ye seem t’ want t’ be me first meal o’ tha yer boss deemed t’ serve up t’ me an’ m’ Lady Calypso.”

She bounced on her feet as if she had a fun, yet brilliant, thought.

Capt. Inarra "Applejacks" Black: “Dinna think tha’ ‘m countin’ anyone in tha rumble out. ‘M nae stupid ‘nough t’ think tha’ once I take ye out, ‘m done wit’ tha match. Nae. Nae. Yer jus’ tha first one ‘m goin’ t’ take down.”

Off to her left, there came the cry of a bird.

Capt. Inarra "Applejacks" Black: “Ye hush, birby! Yer no’ ready t’ be on camera yet!”

Inarra giggled, almost madly, as her eyes went wide and she clapped her hands together.

Capt. Inarra "Applejacks" Black: “T’is rumble is goin’ t’ be so much fun! I canna wait t’ get in tha ring wit’ all o’ ye! If’n only t’ show ye why ‘m called The Pirate Queen!”

Inarra looked over to Elizabeth and back up to Nehemiah once more. Then she tugged on the leash that was in her hand the entire time.

Capt. Inarra "Applejacks" Black: “Come on, Davy Jones! ‘Tis time t’ cause some chaos!”

She “accidentally/on purpose” knocked the camera over and as it landed on its side, the lens cracked and the shot went out of focus.

However, the tail feathers of a rather large bird to be scene walking away with Inarra, Elizabeth and Nehemiah.

Nick Hanson: “Was that.. Was that an emu? Like, an actual emu!?”
The camera shifts from the ringside area into the locker room area and into the locker room of the group known simply as The Kingdom. The various members were all busy with their own things when the door swung open revealing Jonna to the group who appeared to be dressed to compete.

Jonna’s sister, Jamie, looked up from wrapping her hands when the door opened and when she spotted Jonna she smirked a bit.

Nick Hanson: I wonder what Jonna’s all dressed up for?

Jim Reynolds: It’s the Kingdom, whatever she wants.

Jamie Austin: “Whatcha dressed up for?”

Jonna Austin: “I think it’s about time someone put an end to this whole Milisandra thing.”

Nick Hanson: Milisandre?! Again?! Haven’t they learned yet?

Jim Reynolds: She’s gotten lucky to get by who she has and sooner or later it's gonna run out!.

Jamie looked like she was gonna say something when another figure stepped into frame. They stepped up to where Jamie was seated and stood over her right shoulder. The camera comes up to find the red haired Queen staring down at Jonna.

She had transformed herself into the Matthews persona and just shook her head.

Nick Hanson: Oh no…

Jim Reynolds: It’s the Queen!.

Jasmine Matthews: “Nah, we ain't done yet. That bitch doesn’t get away with the shit she did.”

Jonna Austin: “You had your shot Jas, now it’s my turn.”

Nick Hanson: Got to admit, the girl has some guts.

Jim Reynolds: Talking back to the Queen? More like a death wish.

Jasmine didn’t lose it however. She pursed her lips and crossed her arms over her chest while the eyes of everyone in the room fell on the two. All of them now genuinely curious where this would go.

Jasmine Matthews: “You seem dressed for a fight, how about this. You and me, right now. You win? You can have it. I win? You step back.”

Jonna just nodded eagerly with a grin.

Jonna Austin: “You’re on.”

Nick Hanson: Wait a minute, is…is Jonna Austin putting her #1 Contendership on the line?!

Jim Reynolds: The Queen’s word is law, Nicky!

=Loser Leaves NFW=

Viola Mancini vs. Brea Lombardi

The match started with both of them grabbing each other's gear and getting straight into a hockey fight style series of punches, as their rivalry was coming to a head. Brea was backing Viola to the ropes gradually, though, she would drop Brea neck first into the top rope to break up the fight. Viola grabbed Brea by the hair and slapped her face. "You should have taken the deal, you idiot!" She shouted, before spiking Brea's face into the canvas.

Viola wanted to punish her, as she whipped Brea out of the ring and watched her tumble to the floor below. She gets out of the ring and heads to the car in her entrance, before heading to the trunk as people murmured. She opened it up to reveal a baseball bat, not even hesitating to use it in this no disqualification match. She makes her way to Brea, as Viola runs her bat against the grates of the railing to intimidate her. She goes to swing, but, Brea gets a guitar from under the ring and bats it away before contact is made!

Viola recovered and tried to strike down on her, but, Brea would hit her in the stomach with it and promptly disarmed her, before tossing Viola into the steps. She careened over them before Brea would climb the steps and hits Viola with the Mosh-Room Stomp on the outside! Brea tried to scramble Viola back into the ring and cover as quickly as she could…


Camila Morricone and Isabella Terrano would both make it to the ring and intercepted the pin, as they both would start to stomp away at Brea, beating her mercilessly. The crowd boo loudly, as we see them start to set Brea up for the Kiss of Death. Camila gets Brea in the electric chair position, as Isabella goes to the top rope, but, Brea rolled forward in a victory roll. Camila goes to charge her, but, Brea kicked her in the stomach and plants her with the Symphony of Destruction! She gets up, but, Isabella quickly charges in with the running busaiku knee known as Smoking Aces, which Viola crawled in to cover her.


Brea narrowly kicked out in defiance, as Viola and Isabella violently strike her while she was down. Isabella would get Brea up, as she and Viola set up a spinebuster and then a jumping knee drop combination. Viola followed up with a backflip double knees to Brea's midsection, to further add insult to injury. Camila gets to her feet, as Viola is directing traffic. Isabella lifted Brea up, as Camila planted her with the Code of Silence! Not satisfied enough, Viola goaded Brea to get up, using her boot to lift Brea up on her hands and knees. She would then run to the ropes, before she bounced back and hits the Concrete Stiletto on Brea, as she turned her over and placed one foot on her chest in a disrespectful pin.


Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Viola Mancini!

Nick Hanson: I don’t believe it!! It’s over!! Brea Lom–...Brea Lombardi…Jim, Brea Lombardi is no longer with New Frontier Wrestling…

Jim Reynolds: You sound like you’d rather see The Godmother packing her bags!

Nick Hanson: I hate that this was even a stipulation, Jim! I’m just realizing the reality of the situation! Brea Lombardi just lost her position on the NFW roster!

Jim Reynolds: Well, we still have the Donna, thank God!

Nick Hanson: Hey, what the hell is going on here now?

As her music plays, Viola Mancini drops down over Brea Lombardi and starts raining blows on her. The referee calls for the bell again and tries to pull her off but she shoves him away and starts stomping away next. Meanwhile, Camila Morricone and Isabella Terrano come hurrying into the ring carrying zip ties and a black sack. They rush into and dogpile onto Lombardi, starting to bind her feet together and her hands behind her back.

Nick Hanson: What the hell are they doing?! Wh… Somebody needs to stop this!

Jim Reynolds: This is wild, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: This is outrageous!

The referee recovers and motions for security to come to the ring but as they start climbing the apron, Viola runs up and forearms the first one off of the apron. She nails another in the groin with a kick and drops him with a Snap DDT. More security reach the ring but Brea Lombardi is already bound helplessly so Morricone and Terrano are able to step away from their target and start dropping guards left and right. Once the attempted aid is subdued, Mancini turns back to her opponent and her colleagues and starts directing traffic. Morricone takes the black sack and forces it over Lombardi’s head, synching it snug so it doesn’t slide off. Terrano grabs Brea by her feet and drags her towards the ropes and starts to carry her with the help of Morricone while Mancini gets out of the ring and leads the way up the walkway and backstage.

Nick Hanson: Where are they taking her?!

Jim Reynolds: No clue!

The camera follows the Mancini Syndicate with Brea Lombardi in tow, through the arena, struggling the whole way.

Viola Mancini: Car’s packed?

Isabella Terrano: Good to go, Boss!

Viola Mancini: Buono. Let’s get the fuck outta here.

Jim Reynolds: Car? They taking a trip?

Nick Hanson: What the hell does she mean car?!

They reach the employee parking area where Viola pops the trunk of their vehicle before Isabella and Camila proceed to stuff Brea inside. Camila slams the trunk shut as Isabella opens the rear passenger door for Viola and the Godmother gets in. Isabella gets into the front passenger side while Camila gets into the driver’s seat. The engine roars to life and the car peels out of the parking lot, driving away from the arena.

Nick Hanson: I…I-I…what in the world?!

Jim Reynolds: I knew it was a Loser Leaves Town match but I didn’t expect this!

Nick Hanson: None of us did! What the hell’s going on?!

We cut back to the ring after a commercial, where Kai Morgan enters through the crowd with a sledgehammer in tow and comes to ringside. He snatches a microphone from the ringside production crew, before entering the ring! He drops the sledgehammer just long enough to take the NFW cube off the microphone and throw it into the crowd, before picking it back up again and beginning to speak.

Kai Morgan: Hello again Collision.

The crowd immediately boos Morgan, who waves the sledgehammer up in the air in order to silence them.

Kai Morgan: I know you’re probably all about sick of seeing me on this show, and let’s be honest, I’m sick of being on it too. Here’s the thing, though, I’m about sick of seeing the people from this show on mine. Last Friday was the fourth time that someone on the Collision roster has come onto my show, and this time it almost cost the life of my YouTube Champion, someone I actually kinda care about…

Kai looks into the camera as he says his line.

Kai Morgan: Hey Razzles, how ya doing?

Kai turns away and continues.

Kai Morgan: And see it also cost me a ring, and those are damn expensive. Now, I said I wasn’t gonna press charges on Towers, and I’m still not. But I also said that I was gonna make him wish that I did. So here’s what we’re gonna do: I want Towers out here. I don’t give a shit about your restrictions, Brody! The longer I have to wait to send this hammer into his skull, the more I use it to break your ring!

For a moment nothing happens, with everyone seeming to think that Morgan is bluffing! After a while, he shrugs, before dropping the microphone, running to the corner and swinging the sledgehammer into the turnbuckle! The hook holding the ropes in the corner breaks clean in half from the impact, making the ropes collapse to the mat! Kai picks up the microphone again.

Kai Morgan: I said get Towers the FUCK OUT HERE![/b][/font]

Kai continues to wait. Before the lights go out and a voice booms over the sound system.


The lights go back on as “Chaos is my life” By the exploited blasts on the sound system and for the first time Johnny Towers is seen walking onto the stage from the back.

Johnny Towers: Knew ya would be calling me out ya wanker, need a new ring do ya?

Morgan rolls his eyes at Tower’s words, before taking the microphone to his lips.

Kai Morgan (mockingly): “KnEw YoU’d Be CaLlInG mE oUt Ya wAnKeR”, shut the fuck up, you sound just like Taurus. I only need one thing, and it’s for you to come down here so I can fuck you up.

Johnny just laughs for a moment before raising the microphone back up.

Johnny Towers: What the fuck was that? Ya sounded more Canadian than ya did english but to be honest if you just listened to Taurus ya wouldnt know any fucking different would ya, ya mangy chav. Would say don't give up your day job but hey I don't even think you're good at that and I would but ya see I am banned from ringside, but they said nothing about the fucking stage did ya Brody, now then you wanna fuck me up im right here bitch.

He takes his brass knuckles out his pocket and puts them on.

Kai Morgan: Oh so…now you follow rules? What happened to big, bad Towers? Fuck the rules and all that shit? Or are you just afraid that I’m gonna put a dent in that dumb fucking mohawk once I bash your head in?

Johnny Towers: Ya know what ya little scab ya make a good point, fuck it.

Towers starts to walk down the ramp and suddenly out of nowhere a load of security starts to flood the ramp stopping Towers from getting into the ring.

Johnny Towers: Get out the way ya daffy cunts.

None of them move out of the way as Morgan looks down the ramp. Despite his plans to lure Towers towards the ring ultimately failing, he seems to be…smiling. He raises up the microphone once more.

Kai Morgan: Oh good…all the pieces fell into place. Now you have nowhere to run…

Just then Towers turns around, only for a green cloud to permeate the area around him! He falls on the rampway to reveal that it’s…Maki Megumi! Zion Wrestling’s Maki Megumi just came through and spit green mist in Towers’ face!

James Reynolds: WHAT THE HELL?!

Nick Hanson: THAT’S MAKI MEGUMI!!!!! WHAT THE HELL IS SHE DOING HERE?!

James Reynolds: KAI MORGAN SET ANOTHER TRAP FROM ZION!!!!

Nick Hanson: HE PLANNED THIS!!!

James Reynolds: THAT FUCK!!!

She continues her assault on Towers, battering him with strike after strike as the security team tries to pry her off of him! She pushes them away, catching one guard in the face with another cloud of green mist, before throwing him into the other’s with an Exploder Suplex! Megumi gets back up, leering over a still prone Towers before pulling out a familiar bag from her side. She opens it up and spills the contents, which are revealed to be green tea powder, into her hand. She kneels over Towers, before catching him with RISE OF THE DEVIL! THAT MANDIBLE CLAW IS IN! Towers is in trouble, struggling for air until Morgan comes down to ringside and calls her off.

Nick Hanson: Someone get them the hell out of here!!

James Reynolds: Where the hell is backup?!

Nick Hanson: What’s Kai doing now? Aw no. Aw no!!! No no no no no no NO!!!

Morgan and Megumi go to make their leave, with Morgan raising up the sledgehammer in order to swing on him. He ultimately doesn’t go through with it, mocking the fans for believing he’d actually go for the attack. As they start walking away Towers starts to get his breath back and is seen sitting on the ramp grinning like a lunatic.

Johnny Towers: I.. Will see.. You at Invasion, be fucking ready.

Morgan and Megumi exit through the crowd as the paramedics rush Towers to check on him. The ring technicians come to fix the broken turnbuckles as we go to our next scene.

Previously recorded…

The early evening is chilly but clear at the Westover Memorial Park located in Augusta, Georgia. Pedestrians pass by on the sidewalk, cars roll past on the cracked streets, but the rest of the world might as well be invisible to the young woman staring down at a particular grave marker. Jansen Myrrh, who has not been seen in NFW for a while now, seems to be visiting someone at their final resting place. A long coat shields her against the elements, her hands shoved into her pockets as she carries on. The view is from a distance back, of course; it would be rude to directly intrude on this moment, no matter one’s intentions.

However, someone is destined to do just that. A man walks past the camera, far enough from it that his face is not caught in passing. Wearing a dark suit beneath his own long jacket, as well as skin-tight leather gloves and a stylish red scarf to match his tie, he makes his way to the very same grave that Jansen stands near. At first, she is too engrossed in her business to notice. It is not until the white rose that the man was carrying is placed before the headstone that she turns, more out of curiosity than anything else.

She gets an eyeful of who it is and, with a small nod, which is returned, both turn to the grave once again. The person using the camera is able to get in closer but does not dare pass the gates. The walk outside will do; more than close enough to hear the imminent conversation without being too… intrusive.

Damon Cross: My condolences…

While Jansen has been training, she hasn’t yet determined when she’s returning to active competition on NFW. Kwon has urged her to get on with it, but when Jansen broke some other news to her, it changed the situation just a bit.

The death of her father in December, brought quite a bit of self-reflection to Jansen on how she treated her father. Her idolization of her uncle. Clearly, after a few years of revelation, Dandy Myrrh was not someone anyone should have idolized. He had his demons as did most of the wrestlers that he hung out with back in his day. Growing up, Jansen didn’t know any of this and so her uncle was her idol.

Today, however, she wishes she had spent her energy on someone more worthy.

Her father.

She may not make it to the grave everyday since his passing, but she comes as often as she can, perhaps trying to atone for her neglect. Perhaps hoping that her father is in a better place right now. As she stands there, looking at her father’s tombstone, the voice startles her momentarily.

What’s most surprising is who she finds when she turns around.

Damon Cross. The fact that he’s shown up practically on her doorstep has not gone unnoticed.

Jansen Myrrh: Yeah, thanks.

Damon Cross: For the record, I asked Kwon where you were and she was kind enough to tell me. It took some persuading, so please do not be angry with her, hm?

He offers a bit of a smile, folding his hands before him.

Damon Cross: How are you holding up?

She glances up at him. She knows something’s coming. She’s not entirely sure what it is. If Kwon sent him, it has to do with business. Kwon’s good people, but she’s been at Jansen to get back into the ring sooner than later.

Jansen Myrrh: Doing alright, I guess. As well as expected. This shit sucks, but what can you do? You wonder if there was something you could have done to prevent it, but in the end, you come to realize that you couldn’t have. So, you do what you gotta do and move on, I guess. So, what’s up?

Straight to business. Well, it was better that way. If conversations took a turn to the dearly departed… Damon’s aren’t so dear and his responses might be unwillingly hurtful, peripherally speaking.

Damon Cross: You’re aware of the war, such as it is, between NFW and Zion?

Jansen gives a shrug.

Jansen Myrrh: I won’t lie. I haven’t really been keeping up. I’ve seen bits and pieces on Twitter and such. I know some shit’s going down. Is that why you’re here? Recruiting soldiers for the war?

Damon Cross: You were the first I thought of for our final member. Considering the war you and I went through… well, there’s no one else I’d want by my side in this particular foxhole. But…

He gestures to the grave.

Damon Cross: ...I don’t want you feeling pressured. If you are not ready, say so. No hard feelings.

Jansen Myrrh: Have you ever known me to do something I don’t want to do?

There’s a smirk that crosses Jansen’s face.

Jansen Myrrh: There’s a time to mourn and a time to fight. I guess the mourning period needs to end here sooner than later. If you need me to fight, then I’ll be there to fight. I wonder if punching a Zionist in the face is as fun as punching a pervert in the face? Count me in. Kwon’s right. Time to get back to work before my time runs out anyway.

Damon chuckles and shakes his head.

Damon Cross: Puts a smile on my face. Welcome to the team.

He turns and extends a gloved hand her way. Jansen glances at the hand for a moment before reaching out and placing her hand in his, giving it a shake.

Jansen Myrrh: Thanks for coming by.

Jansen watches as Damon walks off. She turns back to the tombstone and places her hand on it.

Jansen Myrrh: If I only have a year left, I guess I better make the best of it, pops.

The scene fades out.

=#1 Contendership For The Mariana’s Trench Title Is On The Line=

Jonna Austin vs. Jasmine Matthews

Jasmine Matthews and Jonna Austin had made their way to the ring for their impromptu match, a look of determination on both of their faces. The referee had barely signaled for the match to start before the two locked up in the center of the ring in what seemed like the ultimate battle of strength. Although Jasmine has a few inches in height on Jonna, the Texas native didn’t give in to the height difference as she quickly moved to the side, taking Matthews down with a leg sweep in the process. Austin wasted no time in going after Matthews, but the Kingdom’s Queen was a bit quicker with her thinking as she kipped up to her feet, a grin on her face as she looked at the member of The Queen’s Guard. The Fanged Rose looked at The Gamer Punk with a smirk, giving the other woman a little wave, causing Austin to charge at her with the want and intent to knock the smirk off of the other woman’s face. Matthews sidestepped the slightly smaller woman before ultimately hitting her with a series of kicks to the side and the back of the knee. Jonna could be seen getting frustrated as each kick connected though there were flashes of pain that crossed her face as well. Ultimately she was able to grab one of Jasmine’s legs and pulled it from under her, causing the other woman to slam back-first against the mat. Austin got Matthews to her feet and violently tossed her towards the farthest ropes, aiming to hit her with a vicious belly-to-belly suplex, but Jasmine countered, turning it into her signature Kneel Peasant. The clothesline/leg sweep combo took Austin by surprise and even knocked the wind out of her for a few moments as Jasmine slid down and pinned the other woman. The referee dropped to the mat and began the count.


No! Jonna kicked out, using her strength to toss the other woman off of her before the referee could even hit the mat for the second time. Frustration was written on both women’s faces as they looked at one another, a fire burning in their eyes. Jonna wasn’t going to give up her title opportunity, but it was evident that Jasmine was determined to get at Milisandre yet again. The Fanged Rose smirked as she carefully watched The Punk Gamer before charging at her, seemingly going for The Ice Cold kick, wanting to end the match and put Jonna away. Seeing a massive kick incoming, Austin quickly leaned back, dodging the move with the Matrix evasion bend before returning upright and catching Matthews with a reversed Returned Fate. Knowing that wouldn’t keep the Queen of the Kingdom down for long, Austin quickly got back to her feet and lifted Matthews, hitting her with a vicious sitout spinebuster. Rolling away from the other woman, the Texas native got to her feet only to bend down, bouncing on her heels as she waited for Jasmine to return to her feet as well. As soon as she did, Jonna charged at her, lowering her body to hit Matthews with Secret Strength, but the spear was dodged and Austin ended up shoulder first into the ring post. Crying out at the impact, the Queen’s Guard member stumbled back a bit, grabbing her shoulder as she turned around only for Jasmine to try going for The Ice Cold yet again. Jonna was able to somewhat avoid the move again, only it caught the already hurting shoulder instead of its original goal of her head. She gripped at her shoulder again, but only momentarily as Jasmine came at her once more. Austin hit a violent clothesline out of nowhere, briefly stunning The Fanged Rose thus giving her a chance to go for Falling Faith. The woman, not thinking, immediately tried putting Matthews on the hurting shoulder for the Yokosuka cutter, but she wasn’t able to hit the move as effectively as she would have liked, some of the strength not behind the slam due to the pain. Pissed at herself for the lack of strength in the Yokosuka cutter, Jonna didn’t let her arm stop her from going for a G2, roughly hitting the stunner on Jasmine. Austin quickly slid to the downed woman to pin her, and the referee followed suit to count the pin.


Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Jonna Austin!

As “Your Sweet Six Six Six” began playing, Jonna looked a touch astonished with herself as she got to her feet. The woman was confident in her abilities, there was no doubt about that, but she also knew not to doubt Jasmine by any means either. Using her good arm, Austin reached a hand out to Matthews, helping the woman to her feet. For a moment the two just looked at each other, but it wasn’t long before Jonna extended her good hand to The Fanged Rose again, out of respect this time. The Kingdom’s Queen looked at the woman for a few moments before giving her a brief nod, shaking her hand.

Jim Reynolds: I hate it when teammates fight, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: I enjoyed it, Jim, and these fans enjoyed it! What a match from these two amazing competitors!

We head to the back with Griffin is pacing back and forth, almost ready for the match.

Griffin Hawkins: Life is...never easy. Everything comes hard. It's already decided that I'm facing Hayley Halsey in a rematch..but there's a Caveat. First...I gotta go through her bodyguard Curtis Hughes. If I win...I choose the stipulation. If I lose...Hayley chooses the stipulation. It's not the best kept secret in the world that I'm not in the best shape right now...but I am still going to make it to this match.

He stops to look at the camera.

Griffin Hawkins: All I ever hear from Hughes is how big he is...how bad he is...how...I'm 6 foot whatever and nearly 300 pounds..I got muscle on top of muscle..whatever whatever. I'll admit Curtis..you are tough. You're big and bad...hell, you and me, we come from the streets...just different locations. Course, that's where the similarities end. See...weeks ago, you jumped me from behind before my Triple Threat Match under Hayley's orders..just so she can weasel out of facing me. Where I'm from, it's a little bit different. You meet the man face to face before you knock his teeth out....but I guess that's not how you opperate. But hey, I'm cool with that. Because now it's face to face...no more sneak attacks. And when I kick your steroid jacked ass...there's going to be no one left standing between me and Hayley. And more important than that....I get to fight her in any match I want.

He begins to remember something, causing him to laugh a little.

Griffin Hawkins: You know....it's funny Hughes. It sounds like Hayley doesn't have much faith in you. As if she's worried that you're going to shit the bed against me. How do I know you ask?....why else would she be placing a bounty on me? Does that sound like someone who's confident in their loyal bodyguard that they are paying loads of money for? It's as if she's worried that you're not going to live up to your responsibilities. Hayley is scared...because she knows deep down inside her hearts of hearts..that she can't beat me one on one. She is so desperate to get out of putting that title on the line that she is willing to send her untrained idiot boyfriend in there to fight me just so she can avoid getting in the ring with me again. He already failed....and now, you are next.

He looks intently serious at the camera.

Griffin Hawkins: I don't care how big you are Hughes...or how bad you are. I am gonna get Hayley in the ring one on one on my terms..and I am gonna go through you just to get it done. You think just because you got the body of a tank that it gives you the advantage?...please. I have beaten people bigger and badder than you in my 15 years in this sport..and you are no different than any of them. Might doesn't make right. The biggest won't win this match, the smartest will...and seeing as you're content with being just another castrated puppet of Hayley...we know it won't be you. And Hayley...I know you're gonna be watching. Because after this...there will be no one left for you to hide behind. Tonight...your bodyguard is gonna get rocked.

He walks off as we go back to the ring.

=Pick Your Poison For Perseverance Title=

Curtis Hughes vs. Griffin Hawkins

This match got started off rather abruptly as Griffin Hawkins was making his entrance to the ring and, as he went to climb one of the turnbuckles, Curtis Hughes came charging in and flattened him into the corner. The timekeeper rang the bell and Hughes started hammering Hawkins with blow after blow after blow, rocking him with forearm shots until the referee demanded the break and started counting to five. He made it to three before Hughes grabbed Griffin by the neck and flung him out of the corner and to the ring mat with a bellowing roar. The referee warned Hughes to catch the hands around the throat but the big man just waved him off and waited for Griffin to get back to his feet before charging in with another roar and slammed into him with a big clothesline. Curtis Hughes stood over the Jukebox Hero, taunting him that he should have let his rematch for the Perseverance Title go. Dazed and knocked for a loop, Griffin started getting up but Hughes stomped a big foot down upon his back and sent him back to the mat before running off the ropes for a big splash and hooked the leg.


Hawkins got the shoulder up as Hughes sat up on his knees and slapped him across the head, demanding he stay down and just let it go. He grabbed Hawkins and picked him up to his feet, hitting a couple of clobbering blows across his back before whipping him off the ropes. Hughes went for a big clothesline but Hawkins ducked underneath and sprang off the ropes with a big dropkick, knocking Hughes backwards. As Griffin made it to his feet, Hughes lunged in for an attack but Griff caught him with a quick right hand across the jaw, followed by another, and another, and another! Hughes looked rocked and Hawkins went for an Irish Whip but the big man was able to use his strength to send the Rock Soldier into the ropes instead. Once more, though, Griffin used his quick reflexes and came at Hughes in a tilt-a-whirl, landing in a DDT set up and BOOM! He got all of it! Hughes went down and Griff followed up with a Breakdancing Legdrop before going for a cover!


But Hughes just threw Hawkins off like a ragdoll and sat up, holding his head. As the match continued on, the crowd went from cheering Griffin Hawkins to booing as the Perseverance Champion, Hayley Halsey came walking down to the ring with her title proudly displayed over her shoulder. She walked around to the commentary side of the ring and looked on with anticipation as Hughes came back for a spell with his power game but Hawkins kept himself alive in the match with his years of experience and quick thinking. When Griffin started climbing the turnbuckle for a Moonsault, Hayley walked over under him and started pointing and taunting him; telling him he didn’t deserve the rematch he had earned. This distracted Griff long enough that Curtis was able to get back to a vertical position and yank Griffin’s feet off of the middle turnbuckle, causing him to eat corner padding. Griff staggered back and Hughes whipped him into the middle rope where he pressed his knee to the back of the man’s neck, choking him on the rope. The referee started counting, making it to four before Hayley’s bodyguard broke the hold and bowed up on the referee, warning him to not get in his face. While the referee was arguing with Hughes and Griffin was still on the middle rope, Hayley ran up and knocked him across the head with the Perseverance Championship!!!! The crowd booed and the commentary team argued about the foul play as Griff fell back to the mat, holding his head. Hayley screamed at the top of her lungs for Hughes to pay attention to the match and her bodyguard walked over, dragged Griffin to the center of the ring and lifted him up for a devastating powerbomb!!! Cover!!


Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall…Cur–

Voice: Noooooo no no no!! Absolutely not!

Roger Arden’s announcement was cut off as NFW CEO Steven Brody came walking out onto the stage with a microphone in hand.

Steven Brody: Ms. Halsey, Ms. Halsey… Hayley. This is exactly the kind of crap that I’m talking about. Too many times, I’ve watched nonsense like this go on and I am sick of it. Luthor Callaway’s a great General Manager. He really is. There’s a reason I picked him. Sometimes, though, he’s a little too lenient. Too much for my taste. So here’s what I’m gonna do. We’re gonna go back to how I ran things when I had a more hands-on role on this show. Referee! Re-start the damn match!! Hayley, you take one step towards that ring? Hughes is disqualified!

Jim Reynolds: WHOA!!!!! Talk about unfair!!

Nick Hanson: Oh shut up, Jim!!!

Steven Brody: Ring the bell!!

The bell was rung while Curtis Hughes shouted at Steven Brody, asking him “who the hell do you think you are?!” Brody stood on the stage, unflinching as Hughes continued to berate him. He even gave a small smirk and extended his arm with the microphone towards the ring, signaling that Hughes better pay attention to the match. This made Hughes turn around right into SHOT IN THE DARK (Superkick) by Griffin Hawkins!!!! Curtis stumbled back into the ropes and towards the man who nailed him in the ribs with another thrust kick then grabbed him into a setup and drove him into the mat with SOUTH OF HEAVEN (Unprettier)!! Hayley screamed in an absolute panic as Griff hooked the leg and Referee Heather Young baseball slid into position to make the count!


Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall…Griffin Hawkins!!

Jim Reynolds: This is a goddamn travesty!!

Nick Hanson: It certainly was not!! Justice was served!!

Griffin Hawkins celebrated his win as Hayley Halsey collected Curtis Hughes from the ring. He stood up on the turnbuckle, making the title motion around his waist as Halsey and Hughes backpedaled up the walkway, glaring at him.

Returning from an ad break, following the match, NFW Perseverance Champion Hayley Halsey is wide eyed in shock. She doesn’t know how to process the fact that her bodyguard just failed her and now Griffin has all the power in his hands. She doesn’t know what to do at this point as she hears a knock on the door. She completely ignores it. She shuts off the television and stands up, wanting nothing to do with the situation at hand. However, someone knocks on the door again.

Hayley Halsey: Just come in already, FUCK!!!!

Hayley’s emotions are not about to get much better as Amanda Thorn walks in with a microphone. Hayley is absolutely not happy to see her.

Hayley Halsey: Oh for fuck’s sake, what the hell do you want?

Amanda Thorn: I just wanted to take a few minutes to talk about what just happened out there. We all saw Griffin Hawkins get the win over Hughes and because of that, he gets to have any stipulation that he wants against you.

Hayley Halsey: I’m not going to talk about that…

Amanda Thorn: The possibilities are endless regarding what stipulation he may pick. For all we know, he may pick a submission match.

Hayley Halsey: OH WOW! A SUBMISSION MATCH! Of course he would pick that! “Humiliate the enemy by making her tap out LOL!” That’s the oldest fucking trick in the book and NOT creative at all. Griffin is a STUPID motherfucker but even he knows that and that is coming from someone that he envies due to my MAD PROMO SKILLS so whatever!

Amanda Thorn: You’re always so ANGRY! Why?

Hayley Halsey: Because… I’m SICK of this shit with Griffin! Honestly, I’m sick and tired of this never ending saga between him and I. This all goes back for more than a year when this all started in some wrestling company that nobody cares about and probably never heard of when he stood in my way when we both wanted the same thing. He has been the bane of my existence and I’m just… I’m just TIRED of it all. I’m exhausted. The fact that I can’t get rid of him just PISSES ME OFF. He can pick whatever fucking stip he wants. I don’t care. All I know is that I shocked the world ONCE and I will do it again!

Amanda Thorn: There are other stips that he can use on you… such as shackling your ankles or something…

Hayley Halsey: What? You’re saying that Griffin might have a bondage fetish? Ew! That’s just weird…

Amanda Thorn: And having a fetish for women getting their clothes stripped off isn’t?

Hayley Halsey: ...shut up…

Amanda Thorn: For all we know, he may pick a cage match to prevent any interference…

Hayley Halsey: OH GOD NO!!!! NOOOOOOO!!!!!!!! ANYTHING BUT THAT! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU HAVE TO BRING THAT UP?

Amanda Thorn: ...it was just a suggestion…

Hayley Halsey: ...no, it was NOT just a suggestion! It’s a TRIGGER, GOD DAMN IT! A TRIGGER! IT’S A TRIGGER OF ORLANDO THAT’S WHAT IT IS… WHEN MY CAREER ALMOST DIED!!!!

AND HE WOULD PICK THAT TOO!

You know why?

Because GRIFFIN HAWKINS IS A HORRIBLE HUMAN BEING AND A HUMAN RIGHTS ABUSER!!!!!!! He’d pick that to FUCK ME! If he picks that, I WILL increase my bounty to $100000 because at that point, I WILL have to defend myself. And speaking of BOUNTY… how the FUCK has NOBODY taken me up on that fucking offer?

Amanda Thorn: Maybe it’s because people don’t like you…

Hayley Halsey: GET THE FUCK OUT!!!!!

Amanda doesn’t react.

Hayley Halsey: GET THE FUCK OUT OR I WILL BEAT THE SHIT OUT OF YOU, BITCH!!!!!!!!!

Hayley reaches into her locker and pulls out a lead pipe.

Hayley Halsey: GET OUT!!!!!!

Hayley starts making a beeline for Amanda who runs out of the locker room. Hayley throws the lead pipe aiming right for her head, but fortunately, Amanda ducks it before escaping unharmed. Hayley slams the door shut, completely angry and triggered as the scene fades out.
Just as Dona Rotten fully readies herself for the main event, "TEARS" by HEALTH kicks in over the PA, prompting a chuckle from The Scream Queen.

Nick Hanson: "Well, that's not the right Descarrilado..."

Jim Reynolds: "Even still, I'm for it. I enjoy seeing our resident Ice Queen arrive... except when it chills the room out. Got an extra jacket?"

Nick Hanson: "...not even gonna dignify that with a response."

Sure enough, out walks Tren's wife Katelin Descarrilado... though not in her gear. The Devil In The Details wears a grey, long sleeved shirt, black jeans, and high heels. Not dressed to compete, not dressed to manage... disturbingly normal for someone like her.

Katelin Descarrilado: "Yeah, laugh. It is pretty funny. Funny that you really thought you were going to get the last word between us. That WrestleWar was your "gotcha," so to speak."

Descarrilado shakes her head no, as Rotten chuckles more. Almost dismissive of her former WrestleWar opponent.

Katelin Descarrilado: "That's not how this story ends, no matter how much you want it to. I told you before, you stopped controlling this narrative the moment you put your career on the line against me. Good job, you blew me up. Mazel-fucking-tov. If the fight were fair, I would win, and somewhere deep down? Beyond all the arrogance, beyond all the Kristen Bell gifs... you know it. And you know I nearly did anyway."

Katelin shrugs a little.

Katelin Descarrilado: "Hell, tonight's fair, and I would do this myself... if I had been booked. But I think I would like seeing Tren whip your ass just as much. His last name's Descarrilado, after all."

Dona chuckles at Mrs. Descarrilado, with the camera catching her lips saying something like "sounds like manager talk to me."

Katelin Descarrilado: "Yeah yeah, I hear you. Katelin's just a manager... as if you aren't anything more than just a glorified housewife yourself. What happened to Eddy Poe, by the way? Look, Tren may respect you. Tren may even like you, and vice-versa. But I don't. I never will. And it's already mutual, whether you want it to be or not. Whether you say so or not. You'll never get the last word between any of us. And at least to me? This is what tonight's about. Now, if you'll excuse me..."

Katelin pulls a ticket out from a pocket in her black jeans.

Katelin Descarrilado: "I'll be taking my front row seat. But for my lone act as manager tonight? Ladies, gentlemen, and every motherfucker in between... your New Frontier Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion."

Mrs. Descarrilado walks down the ramp and hops the barricade over to her seat just as Jackyl's "Heaven Don't Want Me (And Hell's Afraid I'll Take Over)" hits the PA.

Dona Rotten vs. Tren Descarrilado

Tren picks Dona up and hurls her across the ring so that she lands in the far corner, bouncing off the turnbuckles. As she comes off the corner, Tren runs over and blasts her with a clothesline that flips her over in an almost perfect 180. Dona goes over onto her stomach, facedown on the mat and Tren drops a big elbow. He rolls her over and covers.

Dona kicks out.

Tren drags her up into a bear hug. He hoists her up and then runs her full force into the corner. Dona hit hard against the turnbuckles and Tren leaps back enough to readjust himself to be able to drive his shoulder into her midsection. He does this again and again and again and again and again. Until Dona is almost retching more than grimacing in pain. Tren pulls her out of the corner and throws her in an overhead belly to belly suplex. Dona hits hard and Tren covers.

Dona kicks out.

As Tren goes to pull her up again, Dona pulls him down into an inside cradle.

Tren kicks out.

Tren goes for a big clothesline but Dona falls to her knees, effectively ducking him, and Tren levels the referee!! Tren spins around and Dona gives him the Venomous Mist and then follows with a Chainsaw Kick. Tren goes down and Dona covers.

The ref’s unable to count and Tren kicks out.

Tren gets a hold of Dona and hits the One Way Ticket. She hits hard and he covers.

Still, the referee is down and Tren lets Dona up to try and rouse the official.

Tren goes back over to Dona and picks her up and takes her to the corner where he sits her on top of the turnbuckles. He starts to wipe his eyes a little more and Dona gives him the mist again. She headbutts him in the groin, still not effective in the way it should be but it leaves Tren unsteady and she kicks him off. He hits hard and then she follows with the Toxicosis. Dona covers.

Tren kicks out.

Tren gets up and swings blindly, unable to see through his still misted eyes. Dona moves in behind him and delivers a chop block to knock him off balance again. Tren staggers and Dona jumps up into a victory roll!!


Tren immediately kicks out of the cover as soon as the bell rings and Dona makes it to her feet, staggering back into a corner with an arm raised. Tren sits up and slaps the mat, snarling at Dona through his face paint which is now smeared with green mist over the white and black. He looks absolutely terrifying but so does the wild eyed Scream Queen with green covering her mouth and teeth, grinning maniacally.

Nick Hanson: Oh my, ladies and gentlemen! I can’t say it was completely orthodox but what a fight that was!

Jim Reynolds: I call foul!! She spit in the eyes of the champion and hit him low!! Multiple times!!

Nick Hanson: To his credit, he really looks no worse for wear! What a show we had tonight! We’ll see you next week for more Collision! For Jim Reynolds, I’m Nick Hanson! So long, folks!