NFW Collision #124! 03/15/2022!

The scene opens up to Katie Anderson in the basement of the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum, she's in her usual purple ring attire. She paces back and forth with her head down, her wet, short black hair covering her eyes. She turns her head slightly to the camera.

Katie Anderson: I've been called a lot of things in my life, slut...bitch... cunt...fuck up...addict...the list goes on and on. And maybe they're right, yes I've slept around, I am definitely a bitch at times. I have hurt people that care about me over and over again. I am an addict, have been for years even way before I started wrestling. I obviously fuck up, that's why I spent last month in a rehab facility, because I fucked up. I gave in to my addiction.

She continues to pace with her head down.

Katie Anderson: I have had some really good moments in this business, I've won titles, I've beaten people who were "Unbeatable" I've had thousands of people cheering for me. I've also had some really low moments, like beating down an ex with a chair after a match, breaking the hand of that same exes boyfriend under the heel of my boot. These are just two examples, I haven't always been a nice person.

She chuckles slightly as she stops pacing, she faces the camera, she lifts her head and slicks her hair back with her hand. She looks directly into the camera, her eyes are cold, emotionless.

Katie Anderson: Tonight, you're going to see a different Katie Anderson, one that many of you have never seen before. It's not personal, it's just business, Danni is just the one who drew the short straw. I'm tired of being the nice girl, the girl who goes along with whatever and gets fucked over. That Katie Anderson? She's dead.

Katie smirks before walking past the camera. The camera follows her as she walks to the door, she opens it, and looks over her shoulder.

Katie Anderson: I'm back….

She walks out the door and shuts it behind her as the camera fades to black.

Danni Anderson vs. Katie Anderson

The fans are treated to the spectacle of the former NFW World Heavyweight Champion facing off against the former NFW Genesis Champion. Danni Anderson and Katie Anderson stand in the center of the ring and they’re both raring to go. Danni smiles and extends her right hand out towards Katie, looking for a handshake. Katie, however, narrows her eyes and slaps Danni’s hand away. A small frown crosses Danni’s face before she takes a step back. Katie scoffs and moves into a ready stance.

Once referee Priscilla Mayer signals for the bell, Katie rushes Danni, but the smaller Anderson sidesteps and retaliates with rabbit punches. Katie staggers and tries to swing at Danni, but Danni ducks under and hits Katie with a shotei to her upper chest. Danni’s speed is incredible and she’s able to utilize hit-and-run tactics. Katie growls, showing signs of frustration as Danni bobs and weaves into her strikes. It isn’t until Katie seizes Danni’s right arm and sends her towards the ropes with an Irish whip. Danni ducks underneath Katie’s discus clothesline, but as she bounces off the ropes, Katie catches her and levels her onto the mat with her signature Spine Buster! Katie covers Danni and hooks the leg, but Danni kicks out at two.

With Danni’s speed drastically lowered, Katie’s able to take advantage. She chains together technical moves such as a belly-to-belly suplex right into a standing moonsault. Another cover is made, but Danni kicks out here as well. Katie pulls Danni up, sends her into the turnbuckles with an Irish whip, and catches the petite woman with a corner splash. Stepping back, Katie watches Danni stagger from the corner. Katie then rebounds against the ropes to build speed and levels Danni with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Katie goes for another cover attempt, but again Danni kicks out at two. Katie shakes her head and pulls Danni to her feet, enforcing her brawler style to lay into her with harsh blows. Danni’s trying her best; she blocks some of the shots but others connect mercilessly.

Smirking, Katie Irish whips Danni towards the ropes and pursues her, but Danni comes back with “Crack Shoot!” (Terry Front-Flip Kick) and Katie hits the mat with a THUD! Danni falls to the side, unable to go for the pin attempt. The unrelated Andersons take a moment to catch their breaths while Priscilla begins an official count. Once they’re back on their feet, however, the ladies combat one another with their strengths and merits. Katie catches Danni with her signature Butterfly Suplex, but Danni kicks out at two! Danni returns the favor with “Big-Bada-BOOM!” (Spinning Knee Strike), but Katie also kicks out at two! Katie’s retaliation comes from her signature Running Bulldog, but even still Danni kicks out right before three!

The fans are on their feet! This opening match is nothing short of impressive, full of vigor, strength, and dexterity. They watch as Katie pulls Danni to her feet and kicks her in the midsection. With Danni faltering, the Beautiful One makes a move, going for “Bad Street Blues” (Curbstomp), but Danni moves out of the way at the last second and runs towards the ropes. Katie tries to catch Danni and yet the Sweetheart Esper is gaining too much speed for her. Danni’s counter comes in the form of “Power Dunk!” (Jumping Supergirl Punch) and floors Katie! Quickly ascending one of the corners of the ring, Danni goes for the leap of faith and connects with “A.D.H.D.” (Double Rotation Moonsault), leading to the scoring three-count!


Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match… “The Semper Fairy” DANNI ANDERSON!

Leina Rael: OOH RAH! That’s what I’m talkin’ about! Go Mom!

Jim Reynolds: It’s nice to see you in better spirits, kiddo. You gotta give Katie some credit, though.

Nick Hanson: Yes, you do. Both Andersons were incredible. What a way to kickstart this Collision!

Even with “Overtime” by Cash Cash resonating from the PA systems, Danni’s priority is checking on Katie. Priscilla comes over as well. Katie shakes her head a little, certainly winded after all that. Danni holds her right hand out to her again. The fans watch as Katie stares at Danni’s hand… before she accepts it. Danni helps Katie to her feet and they properly shake hands before the referee lifts both of their arms up! Naturally, the fans cheer and applaud the good sportsmanship.

Smiles are typically abound when dealing with the Debaillions. But thanks to the actions of Johnny Towers at the previous Collision that is not the case. Even Danielle, the picture of cuteness and exuberance, looks as though a dark cloud is following her, blocking out her sun and raining on her parade. Damon? He looks… eerily calm. He sits on the sofa in the locker room, leafing through the Atlas of Human Anatomy with a pair of reading glasses on while Danni paces, ill at ease. She’s still dressed in her ring attire, so perhaps it’s a fusion of adrenaline and restlessness. Her hands are folded behind her back as she moves around. A knock on the door captures her attention.

Danni Anderson: Um… who’s there?

“Oh! It’s Ami. Just little ol’ me. May I please come in?”

Mrs. Debaillion looks towards her husband.

Damon Cross: Come in.

He speaks without looking up from the book… well, at least without moving his head; his eyes do avert to the door. She makes her way over to the door and opens it for the dual-brand NFW Interviewer.

Ami Kennedy: Merci.

Ami politely bows her head before she folds her hands in front of her. She notices Damon reading a particular book, but before she can say anything, she sees Danni open her arms to gesture for a hug. Ami weakly smiles and moves in, the two sharing in the comforting embrace.

Danni Anderson: I’m really sorry about what you’ve been through.

Ami Kennedy: Huh? …Oh, t-the annulment and full child custody. Non, mademoiselle. Please don’t apologize. It’s no one’s fault. I just fell out of love… twice… with the same person.

Feeling a slight tremble, Danni gently squeezes Ami before finally letting her go. Ami’s smile begins to fade as she regards Damon.

Ami Kennedy: Desolé… I saw what happened last Tuesday, monsieur. How is Leina doing?

Exhaling quietly, Damon peers over his glasses at Ami and offers a wan smile.

Damon Cross: She is, if nothing else, vocal again. But she is upset. A piece of her heart was stolen… a piece of her spirit. And it was turned to ash in front of her eyes. That would damage anyone, even someone as tough as my daughter. But look at the bright side:

His attention goes back to the book, though he continues his response.

Damon Cross: Now Johnny Towers has my full attention.

Ami Kennedy: I… imagine that’s actually a bad thing.

Danni Anderson: Oh, it is.

Ami turns towards Danielle whose expression has become intense. Her hands are no longer folded behind her back. They’re at her sides and clenched into fists.

Danni Anderson: Johnny is wrestling Ryan Peters tonight. If he wins, he’ll be the third challenger of Tren Descarrilado’s World Heavyweight Championship alongside myself and Dona Rotten. If that happens, you better believe that Tren and I are going to wreck him. There’s no way Johnny’s going to win the title.

The Pink Sugarplum Fairy shakes her head, her red-twisted purple hair going with the motions. Her fists tremble a bit.

Danni Anderson: If he loses against Ryan… he’ll have to deal with Damon immediately. Mr. Callaway isn’t going to let Johnny get away with hurting Leina. She’s his little buddy. I imagine the wheels are already turning in his head for my husband and Johnny to face off. Still… I guess it doesn’t actually matter what happens tonight. Either way, Damon’s going to hurt Johnny. Right, honey?

She and Ami look towards the Redeemer. Damon again glances up from his book.

Damon Cross: Hurt him?

He says it in a tone that betrays amusement, then looks back to the book. He leaves it at that. But there’s hatred in the Creole Charmer’s eyes… enough that he might set that book on fire if he glares any harder.

Damon Cross: Of course, sweetheart. Go with that. Hurt. Heh.

This makes Ami a little nervous. Danni’s eyes stay on her husband for a little longer before she finally turns towards the Dancing Violinist.

Danni Anderson: Do you remember when Yukiko scared Leina with the “decorations” of this locker room? Remember what Damon became and what he did to her?

The French-British woman presses her lips together and nods.

Ami Kennedy: O-oui… the Crossroads Demon. I remember. That was, um… rather unsettling. I’m almost afraid for Monsieur Towers, but I imagine whatever is coming to him… in the end, he did it to himself.

Damon Cross: He made my little girl, my princess, cry.

The Redeemer flatly replies, brooking no argument or contrasting opinions.

Damon Cross: If that had happened even two years ago, he would already be gone and no trace of him would remain. And I mean that exactly as it sounds.

Yes, that expression displays his seriousness clearly. Deadly serious, this one.

Damon Cross: As it stands, I have people I love that I choose to live freely for. So I will have to settle for… hurting… him. But you would truly be surprised what you can live through.

He indicates the anatomy book that he’s leafing through with a none-too-pleasant smirk before going back to his reading. He receives a peculiar look from his wife along with a soft red hue color rising to her cheeks. Ami notices this and her eyes shift between the two. A sheepish smile crosses her face as she steps back.

Ami Kennedy: A-ah, well… merci. Thank you for giving us a few minutes of your time!

She quickly bows her head a couple of times before dismissing herself. Danni blinks and glances towards the door Ami has closed for them. The red of her cheeks is more visible to the camera now.

Danni Anderson: Oh, um…

Damon Cross: Tonight, my queen. Business before pleasure.

Clearly, Damon gets what’s going on. Perhaps Ami does, too. The blush spreads along Danni’s face and she squeals a little.

Danni Anderson: I-I’m going to take a quick shower, okay?

Aw, the bashful little thing. She walks over to kiss her husband before she makes her way into the restroom. Wisely, the camera’s perspective changes.

Cass Baumer vs. Morgan Payne

The bell rings, the crowd starts cheering and clapping in rhythm and the two competitors come out of their corners. Cass has a soft smirk on her face as she watches Morgan while they circle up. Cass reaches her hands out, teasing for a lockup. She even wiggles her fingers a bit at her opposition. Finally, the crowd sees a smirk play across Morgan’s face. She’s humored by Cass’ antics. Morgan reaches out and they almost lock hands before pulling back. Cass rolls her shoulders and Morgan bounces on the balls of her feet. The two circle up some more, testing the waters a bit before reaching in and locking up, collar & elbow. Morgan uses her strength to push Cass back into the ropes. The referee calls for the break and both women immediately release each other. Morgan steps back and lets Cass come off the ropes. They circle up again and when they lockup, Cass goes for an arm wringer. Morgan rolls out the tension and reverses it. Cass rolls to the mat and kips up, reversing it right back and hits a springboard armdrag, sending Morgan across the mat. Payne pops up to her feet, as does Baumer and the two get into a fast paced exchange of chain holds and takedowns, trying to find the dominant position but neither of the two are letting up for a single second. Eventually, Cass ends up getting Morgan in a rollup with her legs as the anchor and goes for a cover.


But Morgan powers out of the pin, shoving Cass’ legs off of her and they get up to their feet again. They lock up once more and Cass goes to her Death Dojo roots, firing away with Strong Style forearms on Morgan to back her up into the corner. Cass doesn’t let up until the referee starts counting where she then whips Morgan into the opposite corner. She wastes no time in charging right in for a big corner dropkick. Morgan hits the mat and rolls out to the floor. Cass sees an opportunity to keep up the advantage so she runs off the ropes and goes for a Suicide Dive. Cass comes flying through the ropes right into a bicycle knee to the jaw. Cass crumpled down to the apron where Morgan picked her up and rolled her back into the ring. She rolled in behind her and picked her back up to her feet for a Snap DDT. Morgan gets up to her feet and follows up with a Roundhouse Kick to Cass’ chest. Cass stiffens up and looks up at Morgan with a fire in her eyes. Morgan sees this and grins, feeding her another kick, motioning for Cass to come on and fire back. She throws another kick as Cass starts trying to absorb the strikes and get to her feet. Morgan nods and motions for her to hit her back with everything she has. Morgan gives her a little motivational shove. Cass grits her teeth and just blasts her with a forearm to the jaw. Morgan rocks back and just screams in Cass’ face with a wild smile, yelling “there you go!” She goads her to strike again.

Cass looks a bit confused but she steeles herself and presses on, throwing more forearms at her Invasion team mate. Eventually, she gets to the point that she wants Morgan to hit her back and they start trading blows back and forth. The crowd actually starts getting into it, wanting to see them lay into each other. Eventually, the exchange escalates into rapid back and forth. Cass looks to be getting the upper hand, nailing Morgan with three shots in quick succession. She goes to capitalize with a discus forearm but Morgan slips underneath and catches her from behind in a rear waistlock. She snatches Cass right off her feet with a German Suplex. Feeling the adrenaline, Cass comes up onto her feet and steps in for a lariat but Morgan catches her arm and twists it around, taking her to the mat with a Russian Legsweep. As soon as they hit the mat, Morgan throws her legs around and locks in Three Rivers Crossing (Grounded Octopus Hold). She wrenches it in tight and looks for the submission but Cass refuses to tap out. Instead, she writhes around on the mat and manages to get a desperation foot on the ropes. The referee calls for the break but Morgan doesn’t release it as there’s suddenly a different look in her eyes. Referee Heather Young starts the count!


Morgan still refuses to break the hold and the referee calls for the bell, ending this match!


Roger Arden: Here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification…CASS…BAUMER!

Nick Hanson: Well Cass Baumer’s gonna get the victory here on account of Morgan Payne not breaking the hold!

Jim Reynolds: Not a side I’m used to seeing from her, Nicky! I’m actually not sure what to think!

Referee Heather Young begins trying to get Morgan to release Cass from the submission hold as Payne violently kicks her leg down across Cass’ face, adding insult to the already painful maneuver! She finally does let go when Heather Young grabs her and Morgan’s up in her face, bowing right up to the referee as the crowd boos in disapproval. Morgan and the referee argue a bit back and forth before Morgan turns around to see Cass slowly starting to get to her feet. To the shock of the crowd, she rushes right at her and starts putting the boots to her!

Nick Hanson: What the hell is Morgan Payne doing?!

Jim Reynolds: Ho-ly Shit, Nicky!! I kinda like this side of her now that I’m seeing it!

Nick Hanson: This is appalling!

Jim Reynolds: This is great!!

The timekeeper continues to ring the bell, trying to get Morgan to stop as she violently kicks and stomps at Cass. That wild, enraged look in her eyes persists as the crowd boos her shocking behavior.

Nick Hanson: This is not great, Jim! This…this is…that’s her friend!! She’s attacking one of her closest friends!!

Jim Reynolds: I can see it with my own eyes, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: But why?! Why?!?!

Morgan doesn’t stop there as she drops down to her knees and starts raining right hands and forearms across Cass’ face and head while the Karori native tries desperately to cover up. When she finally does stop, she stands and steps back. Cass lays on the mat by the ropes in a daze as Morgan stares down at her for a moment. Rather than leave, however, she rolls out of the ring and goes under the apron for something that she seems to know exactly where whatever she’s looking for is. The crowd reacts with horror as she comes back up with two objects in her hand. A pair of handcuffs and a kendo stick.

Nick Hanson: Aw no. No! What is she doing?!

Jim Reynolds: Oh this is gonna be good!!

Nick Hanson: No! Stop this!!! Come on, Morgan!! Enough!! Why are you doing this?!

Morgan doesn’t waste any time as she gets back in the ring and goes for Cass again. Heather Young tries to intervene and gets shoved out of the way, hard! Morgan drops the kendo stick for now and grabs one of Cass’ arms. After a bit of a struggle, she manages to cuff her wrist to the top rope. Cass looks fearfully between her wrist and up at Morgan as she gets to her feet. Concern, confusion and…sadness in her eyes. She doesn’t understand what’s going on or why.

Cass Baumer: Wh..what…Morgan…? W-wait…! What are you…?

Morgan picks up the kendo stick and watches Cass with a chilling darkness in her eyes. Devoid of any regret of what she’s done or may be about to do. She even twirls the kendo stick a couple times…before cocking back and swinging for the fences right across Cass’ lower back! CRACK!!!!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHH!!

Cass writhes in pain as her knees almost buckle but she doesn’t go down. Morgan raises her eyebrows, almost impressed with Cass’ resiliency before striking her again in the same spot. CRACK!!!! Baumer’s knees practically crumple beneath her but she still doesn’t go all the way down. Morgan cocks back for another swing and - CRACK!!!! - nails her right in the midsection of the ribs!

Nick Hanson: Good GOD!!!

Jim Reynolds: She’s going for a homer, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Shut up, Jim!!

Jim Reynolds: HAHA!!

It’s a horrific scene as Morgan Payne just proceeds to mercilessly cane the unholy hell out of Cass Baumer. To her credit, Cass takes a few of them before finally slumping down on the mat with her arm stretched up by the handcuffs on the top rope. Morgan’s eyes fall on this as she reaches out and taps Cass’ arm. Baumer realizes what Morgan’s implying and, with tears of betrayal in her eyes, she shakes her desperately.

Cass Baumer: What?! No. Nonononono! No! Please, Morgan! Stop! Don’t do this! Please!

Nick Hanson: For the love of God, she’s begging! Stop this!

Jim Reynolds: How pathetic!

Nick Hanson: Shut the hell up, Jim!

Morgan lines up her shot, she cocks the kendo stick back…and she drops her arms, cracking a dismissive smirk. She shakes her head and drops the splintered kendo stick to the mat. She walks up to Cass and grabs her under her free arm, pulling her up to her feet. She leans Cass back against the ropes and cups her face in her hands. Cass stares tearfully back at her friend who’s just attacked her so violently. Morgan pulls her in for a hug and presses her lips to her ear. The camera is just close enough to pick up Morgan’s voice as she says to Cass…

Morgan Payne: You remember this, Cass. Remember.

Then, with a sudden jerking motion, she drives her fist right into Cass’ midsection with Death Punch Therapy, punching Cass right where her liver would be. Baumer immediately drops, crying out and gasping in pure agony. Morgan backs up away from the scene of her violence until she steps out of the ring on the entryway side. She drops down off the apron and proceeds to nonchalantly make her way up to the stage. She completely ignores the boos and jeers of angry fans as she leaves a beaten and battered Cass Baumer handcuffed to the ropes.

Nick Hanson: The world wants to know, what in the hell has gotten into Morgan Payne?!

Jim Reynolds: This is definitely a different, albeit interesting side!

Nick Hanson: You disgust me sometimes, Jim.

Jim Reynolds: Haha. Fuck. You. Nicky.

Referees make it to ringside with a set of bolt cutters to cut Baumer loose as the scene cuts away.

On the way to the arena, we see Isabella and Camila riding in the back of their black sedan as they are escorted to the ring in matching gear, as both seem unimpressed with their upcoming match. Camila would light a cigar, as Isabella would be the first to speak.

Isabella Terrano: "So, tonight Camila and I are in a tag match, of course. And we expect some heavy hitters like I don't know... The Crusade, or Salacious Intent... then we get told we're up against Ford Tough. Disgrazia!"

Camila Morricone: "These girls... like, I get it. Tonka Tough try. They try pretty hard to get to the big game. Neon is even what some circles might call a total MILF. But, that's beside the point. We came here wanting a real fight, and this is the best they can offer?"

Isabella Terrano: "They say anyone can win any given Sunday... but, last I checked Collision aired on Tuesdays. These girls are in for a world of hurt, the least we can do is make it as clean and painless as possible."

Camila Morricone: "Lemme give you some advice. You walk out of that ring, and nobody has to get hurt. Otherwise, well... we can't be held responsible for what happens to ya. You'll just end up a reminder of the inevitable... the House Always Wins."

Camila said, as the vehicle began to slow down, pulling in for their entrance.
A little later in the show, cameras cut back to the Debaillion locker room, except Danielle is no longer there, out on other business elsewhere in the arena. Damon is more or less as we left him, relaxing on the sofa while leafing through the same anatomy book as before. He knows the camera is on, though, as he starts to address it and those watching, his tone very much a musing sort, as though his imagination is conjuring up images as he speaks. Probably why, when he looks up, it is as though he’s staring through the camera. It is a look some remember well.

For the wrong reasons.

Damon Cross: This is what you wanted, isn’t it, John?

Damon says that name is a very specific tone… a taunting one. Drawing out the syllable, almost whispering it. The kind of tone a cat would use before chomping down on a plump, cornered mouse. Yes, definitely creepy… damn near contemplative, taken a step beyond musing from the start of the sentence to the end.

Damon Cross: My full attention, right, John? These…

He puts two fingers toward his eyes, then points at the camera, smirking ferally.

Damon Cross: ...directed your way? Unequivocally, unerringly. Right, John?

With a small clap, the book is closed and set aside on the end table. His glasses follow, arms meticulously folded in before they are placed atop the tome. Damon then folds his hands in his lap and stares at the camera. The smirk remains, but his eyes are deadly.

If looks could kill…

Damon Cross: Did you know it takes only eight pounds of pressure to rip off an ear? It is estimated that it would take 520 pounds of pressure to crush a human skull… twice what a standard human is capable of. Then, of course, you think about how in times of stress how people have lifted cars off loved ones, for example, and realized… that isn’t so far-fetched. Fascinating book, this.

He pats the book almost lovingly, the smirk fading.

Damon Cross: I’ve been reading it for a week now, John. Researching all the ways that I could conceivably make you pay for what you did. You could beat me bloody and break my bones, leaving me for dead, and I wouldn’t give a damn. I would heal, after all, in due time. But you decided to strike low and attack something that does not heal so easily: the heart. My heart. My DAUGHTER’S heart.

He makes a tsk-ing sound and waves his finger at the camera.

Damon Cross: Dirty pool… JOHN.

Lowering his hand, Damon folds it with its mate in his lap again.

Damon Cross: What you fail to realize is that you’re human. And humans are soft. Weak. You are no tougher than anyone else. You break just as easily as any other. But I? I am a GOD, JOHN. Merciless, unforgiving… everything you wish you were.

A brief pause and, for a moment, Damon looks regretful. It passes.

Damon Cross: Or at least that's what I would like to say. Except I made a promise to my wife and daughter: never again. Yukiko Kusanagi was the last. There will not be another.

Another moment of silence. Damon leans forward, both feet on the floor, elbows on his thighs. He stares again into the camera, looking a little calmer now. Not in a more pleasant mood, mind… just… calmer.

Damon Cross: So, I'll just have to wager my humanity, won't I? Because as I've said before, a monster will always be a monster. And a monster is not a God. But you'll damn sure wish that I was, JOHN.. You'll wish that I had such power, so that your suffering would only be momentary, that I could just knock you aside like the hand of the Almighty Himself, sending you to his brightest fallen angel… instead of landing you in a hospital bed where the nurses will scream at the sight of you. Then again… it only takes eight pounds to pull off an ear, as you will recall my stating earlier. So perhaps I’ll wrench both of them off and spare you the shrill shrieks to come. A monster is ALWAYS a monster, and I learned from the best.

Now he stands, looking at his hands as he continues.

Damon Cross: You made my daughter cry, JOHN. You took a piece of her soul and turned it to ash in front of her. Are you that much of a whore for my attention? Well, now you have it. Time for the consequences. Dragons and demons will cry when they see what I do to your worthless ass. You mark that. Because the moment you torched that match, your future was fucking crossed out. I am a monster of my word, JOHN, and the word of the day is destruction.

Yours. Dragons and demons alike will cry when they see what I do to you.

That said, Damon turns and walks out of the shot without another word.
A cloud of vape smoke clouds the view as it fades to Josh Davidson, Collision interviewer extraordinaire.

Josh Davidson: Well, folks, as you can tell by all the vape clouds here, my guest at this time... one of the opponents for The Mancini Syndicate... Ford Tough member Subie Bruh.

Subie walks up with a confused look crossing her face.

Subie Bruh: dude bruh, like... what's a mancini? like... some kinda pepper or shit?

Davidson, naturally, is confused by Bruh's question.

Josh Davidson: They're... your opponents tonight.

Subie Bruh: bruh, i ain't about, like... eating that spicy shit, bruh. i don't want my mouth, like... catching fire or some shit.

Josh Davidson: But you vape. It's basically the same--

Bruh, all of a sudden, becomes indignant.

Subie Bruh: like, bruh, no? no it's not the same, i don't, like, keep pickle juice in my vape pen, bruh, that'd be fuckin' disgusting.

Josh Davidson: Subie, no. No, House Mancini. They're wrestlers.

This pauses the interview for just a second, as Subie's vape-juice-for-a brain processes the last word.

Subie Bruh: ...bruh, wrestlers?

Josh Davidson: Yeah, they're a group of Italian wrestlers. They're like a mafia.

Subie Bruh: dude bruh, i like... played mafia, bruh? and, like... i was like "bruh... this some serious shit."

Josh Davidson: They're not that mafia, Subie.

Bruh just shrugs. Bruh, indeed.

Subie Bruh: bruh, like, they just better not fuck with my impreza. dude bruh, like... you know that an impreza is basically, like... a rally car, bruh? like, i could go race in a rally in my impreza, but i ain't about that life, man...

Josh Davidson: I don't think they're after your car or your passion, Subie. I just think they want to win a match.

Subie Bruh: bruh, like... what if we ran 'em over before the match?

Josh Davidson: I think you'd go to jail for that, Subie.

Subie Bruh: nah, bruh, like, not in my car though. like, bruh, we take one of their cars, right? like, they got a fuck ton of them cuz they're super fuckin' rich, right? and like... we 747 that shit. straight up lockheed martin that shit. but dude no, bruh, that shit's disgusting, like... bruh, my subie would get, like... h.i.v. or some shit from all the blood, i ain't about all that medical bullshit, bruh

Josh Davidson: I think you're missing the entire point, Subie. You're gonna have wrestle them.

Subie Bruh: ...what the fuck, bruh, you tell me now?

Josh Davidson: You had a week to find out!

Subie Bruh: dude bruh, like... i don't use that twitter shit, bruh, that shit's toxic as fuck, bruh.

Josh Davidson: Well, this is easily the worst interview I've ever had. Guys... back to you. Cover your noses, because here she comes.

"Trucks. Trucks. And more trucks. Hey folks, Larry Hook for All-American Chevrolet of Odessa."

Subie Bruh: ...dude, bruh, this isn't, like... the theme we picked...

Bruh shakes her head before walking out, vaping all along the way.

Ford Tough vs. The House Mancini

Terrano and Morricone face off with Subie Bruh and El Honda Civic as Neon Bitch watches on from the floor. Viola Mancini walks over to Neon Bitch and grabs her fro behind, pinning both arms as if she’s gonna suplex her. Viola calls out to her pair in the ring and nods to them. Terrano and Morricone run over the now distracted and stunned Subie Bruh and El Honda Civic with clotheslines from behind. The Mancini Syndicate starts to put the boots to Ford Tough. Neon Bitch tries to get loose but Viola holds her tightly, effectively making her watch the decimation. Terrano and Morricone drag Subie Bruh up and hit her with a double suplex. They walk over to El Honda Civic and give her a snap mare followed by a penalty kick. Morricone covers El Honda Civic.


Terrano grabs Subie Bruh and hits her with a double underhook ddt. Morricone pulls Subir Bruh up and hits the Anderson spinebuster. Terrano comes off the top with leg drop. Morricone covers Subie Bruh.


Neon Bitch tries to get loose again but Mancini maintains her grip and forces her closer to watch even more. Terrano and Morricone pull El Honda Civic up, make her face Non Bitch and then kick her low from behind. They pull her back up, bitch slap the taste out of her mouth and then execute the Code of Silence. With her down, they turn their attention to Subie Bruh. They kick, stomp and punch her until the woman is a bloody mess and then pull her up for the Kiss of Death. Morricone covers.


Mancini turns and slings Neon Bitch down into the barricade before joining her teammates in triumphant celebration.

Collision cuts to some pre recorded footage that is taking place inside a small karaoke bar in Chicago. The small crowd is cheering at the appearance of GRIFFY KAT as he is shredding on an electric guitar with a drummer and a masked bass player standing by him. The crowd begins constant chants of “GRIFFY KAT” as he stops shredding. Griffy Kat walks up to a stool that has a stack of signs on it. He lifts up the first sign that is a picture of Hayley Halsey and the fans let out massive boos. He lifts up a sign that says “SHOULD’VE NEVER BEEN BORN”.

And the crowd erupts with cheers. Another sign.

“HER EXISTENCE JUSTIFIES ABORTION!”

The crowd cheers again. Griffy Kat reveals another sign.

“WORLD WOULD BE A BETTER PLACE WITHOUT HER!”

The crowd erupts with further cheers as Griffy Kat reveals another sign.

“HAYLEY = CORONAVIRUS”

Griffy Kat reveals one last sign that is simply the Van Halen logo, causing the crowd to erupt with cheers. He lays down all the signs face up and then begins to shred the opening riff of “Ain’t Talkin About Love” by Van Halen. The karaoke bar goes nuts as the riff continues and then it gets into the main melodies. The drummer and the bass player jam for a bit but for some reason, the bass player is sounding off key. The fans notice this and start to boo and at that point the masked bass player snaps and BREAKS THE BASS GUITAR OVER THE BACK OF GRIFFY KAT’S HEAD! The fans boo this as the masked bass guitar player grabs a nearby microphone. The drummer tries to attack from behind but the bass player steps aside and the drummer crash lands on the floor below unconscious. The bass player then removes the mask revealing themselves as Hayley Halsey.

Hayley Halsey: DID YOU REALLY THINK I WAS GOING TO LET YOU GET AWAY WITH WHAT YOU DID?!?!?!?!

Hayley kneels down next to the unconscious traitor, reaches into his pockets and pulls out the car keys of the vehicle that was stolen from her last week. The audience boos loudly and starts to begin a chant of “rat faced crack whore” at her.

Hayley Halsey: You people SHUT UP! GRIFFINNNNNNN!!!!!!!!!! How do you like THEM apples, BITCH! I sent a message last week when I DESTROYED CASS BAUMER and tonight, I just destroyed GRIFFY KAT AND GOT MY REVENGE FOR MY CAR BEING STOLEN! You don’t get it, do you GRIFFIN? I ALWAYS WIN IN THE END! What’s going to happen at Ascension is that you are going to FINALLY be defeated and you are FINALLY going to be out of my life for good! I am going to crush you and your SMALL DICK SYNDROME in that TLC match and I am going to shock the damn world again! YOUR OBSESSION WITH ME IS GOING TO END SOON ENOUGH GRIFFIN! I am the MASTER of perseverance! All the time, dealing with all of the hate, all of the bullying all of the BULLSHIT…

A tomato hits her right in the face causing her to seethe in anger for a few moments.

Hayley Halsey: ARREST THAT MAN!!!!

Suddenly, a bunch of security guards wearing t-shirts named “HAYLEY HALSEY SPECIAL FORCES” storm into the karaoke bar, jumping, assaulting and arresting the fan that threw a tomato in Hayley’s face. A fan screams “It’s not the first time you’ve taken something in the face” and the crowd goes crazy with an “OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH” chant, going nuts and laughing at her.

Hayley Halsey: That’s IMPOSSIBLE because your DADDY couldn’t fuck me!

And the crowd gets stunned in silence.

Hayley Halsey: You see that, GRIFFIN? THAT is the perseverance of which I speak of! THAT is the bullshit that I endure EVERY SINGLE DAY! I am ALWAYS THE VICTIM! I ALWAYS deal with this shit! Like all these SIGNS! GRIFFY KAT is saying I should’ve never been born. Well… YOU’RE NOT HIDING BEHIND A MASK ANYMORE! I’m about to find out who you are! I am going to find out who stole my car and who is saying that I should’ve never been born!

Hayley kicks Griffy Kat until he turns over on his back. Hayley kneels down next to him and removes his mask. Her jaw draws in shock when she sees a familiar face.

Hayley Halsey: .....DAD?!?!?!?!?!

The audience is left in shock before someone is heard saying “well this is awkward…”

They begin to leave the bar at this point while Hayley is left in shock that her own father would do this.

Hayley Halsey: ...Griffin… think of what perseverance means. My own FATHER wishing I was NEVER BORN?!?!?!?! I gotta persevere through THAT too! EVERYTHING! SHITTY FAMILY! CONSTANT REJECTION! EVERYTHING! That’s what makes me strong and that’s what makes me BETTER THAN YOU!

…how can my own father wish I was never born?!?!?!

Hayley stands up and tries to laugh this off, but it’s more of a nervous laughter while her eyes indicate that this is sort of painful for her. She leaves her unconscious father laid out on the stage while she walks through the curtains and the scene fades out.
As we shift back to the ring, we see one half of The Last of the Valkyries standing in the ring, the woman’s red hair, dyed now to a pink, but the air of confidence was still about Christina Olson as she stood there, microphone already in hand as the crowd quieted down for her as she started to speak.

Christina Olson: The last ten days have sucked for me, I ain’t gonna stand here and lie to you. First, Jasmine decided it was a good idea for us to try and go after people on Trauma, The Children and Lord Lucifer. Well, anyone who watched that, knows exactly what happened there, we got fucked with no lube. In my opinion, it was pointless for the Kingdom to go after them, but ya know, what the hell do I know? I was just a soldier for Jasmine, hell all of the Kingdom essentially is for her. All we are are little pawns for her, some a little closer than others to her, but all pawns regardless.

Christina sighs as her expression of anger and frustration continues before she starts to speak once again.

Christina Olson: Now, I know people will say most of the Kingdom, they are all in love with one another, my girl Lil included in that. See, someone like me though, I know they consider me family and shit, but I was always on the outside lookin in. I was never as important as the rest of them. I do my part though, if just for Lil and make my best friend happy. I played soldier more than once for The Kingdom, going into battles that really, I didn’t need to be involved in, the one with The Children just being the latest example of that one.

Christina begins to pace around the ring, you can see the frustration building more and more on her face.

Christina Olson: But, this one, it cost me something… it cost me my best friend all because the “leader” thought we should try and stop this group that isn’t even on the same show we’re a part of! Yes, I get there’s history there for Jasmine and The Children, but sometimes, it’s best to leave well enough alone. If Jasmine would have, Lil would still be here right now and I know for a fuckin fact her and I would be challenging for the tag titles, but, Lil’s not here, instead, we got Arianrhod and well, I got my ass handed to me last week all because Jasmine wanted to go looking for a fight. Because of YOU, Jasmine, Lil’s psyche was shattered when she saw your shoulder shattered. Arianrhod showing up is YOUR fault Jasmine. Nobody else's but yours. Do you understand that?

Christina continues to pace around the ring, the anger starting to boil over now.

Christina Olson: I can’t do this shit anymore, at least not while I’m on my own. Until Lil comes back, I’m done being a soldier for the Kingdom, I’m going to do things for me now. I am the Siren of NFW, I know I can be great on my own and I don’t need a group behind me to prove it, I can do it all on my own.

As Christina is saying this, the crowd gasps as Christina dives out of the way as a light from the circular truss above the ring falls and crashes into the mat, right where Christina was standing not a moment earlier. Christina looks up and the camera follows her and on the truss, we see a petite, blue haired, masked woman laughing hysterically. Christina recognizes her right away and so does the crowd given the reaction as it’s Arianrhod sitting up there.

Arianrhod: Lilith is gone away, the principles of the Kingdom led astray. Save her if you can, if not, her soul we will ban!

Arianrhod begins to laugh again as Christina just stares right up at the masked woman, seething as she drops the microphone and the scene fades out.
Everything comes into focus and as it does we are treated to the backstage area. It is there where we are able to see the Burning Rose Crystal Zdunich. She is all smiles as she is looks deeply into the camera. Tonight she is wearing an Alexandra Caldwell t shirt and from the way she is dressed it seems she is doing an Alexandra cosplay. Crystal has a long clip-on blue braid that she swings about as she bounces about and begins to speak.

Crystal Zdunich: Ladies and gentlemen let me take this moment to introduce myself especially if you don’t know me. I am the fire! I am the burning rose. I am and will forever be DAT GIRL and damn on the last edition of Collision can I just say that it felt amazing to finally get a win in this company. As I said before I got nothing but love for Miss Austin. She brought it and major props for that match

Crystal swings her braid about as she shakes her head as she continues to speak.

Crystal Zdunich: However there is where my level of love ends because I have something to definitely say. I do not like the Kingdom. Ever since I came into this company they have all been saying things about me. I won’t lie. My first major match here was against Marilyn and she did beat me. I don’t have any issue with the way they wrestle and the level of competition that they bring. I give credit where credit is due, but let’s just face the facts. They are getting weaker by the minute. Tonight we saw them lose a member, and whenever I get on Twitter I see people complaining and it just seems they aren’t what they thought they were.

Crystal nods her head as she begins to speak some more.

Crystal Zdunich: However there is something bothering me about the Kingdom and that happens to be River Chance. River since you joined the Kingdom your attitude has changed for the worst. You are so much better than that though. You are a warrior, and I know you certainly have your share of morals. I just want to know what happened to you?!Like I know you are a strong woman. After all the both of us are born and bred of being from the great state of Michigan. So that makes us survivors. We been through some stuff, and I know from personal speaking I myself have been through some shit. I have tried to do things on my own.

Crystal nods her head as she sighs and continues to speak.

Crystal Zdunich: I have failed so many times in trying to go rogue. Do you know where it got me?! It got me nowhere. It got me straining the relationships with my life and I had to work hard to achieve so much. However now I can say that things are being mended with those I hurt. I am getting friends back, I have an amazing support group of friends. I have it all now. However you need to be taught a valuable lesson River. I will beat you and hopefully you will come to your senses!

With that Crystal walks away as she shakes her head in return.

Solomon Graham vs. River Chance

River and Solomon lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Both jockey for position like two bulls locked in epic struggle for dominance. Solomon tries to drop into an armdrag. River reverses and both land on their feet, each showing off their familial lineage in their abilities. Solomon goes for a double leg takedown but River sprawls to stuff it. River looks for a front facelock. Solomon tries to sit out and River takes a guillotine. Solomon gets his hand onto the ropes and the referee calls for the break. Rover gives it and the two competitors stand up, each giving the other space. Solomon moves out off the ropes and looks for another takedown. Rover catches him coming in for an inside cradle.








The two stand up and Solomon goes for a backslide. River struggles against it and the crowd oohs and ahhs at the sight of the two again engaged in an epic battle for physical dominance. They spin and Solomon rolls into a side cradle.


RIVER KICKS OUT AND REVERSES INTO A DIFFERENT CRADLE!


SOLOMON KICK OUT AND REVERSES THE PIN!


The two get back to their feet and Solomon looks for a big lariat. River ducks it and catches him for the Pommel Strike.

The camera starts up backstage, where we can see Ryan Peters pacing back and forth, scratching his chin, before then realising the cameras are on him.

Ryan Peters: ”Would ya look at me now! I beat a former New Frontier Wrestling World Champion in my first of many main event matches here in NFW… and I did it all on my own… and now I got a chance to beat Towers and get myself that shot at the world title. Should be easy enough, right? Just need to beat a sociopath without an ounce of empathy in his system. But I’m a Peters… as much as it hurts to say. I got wrestling in my blood… whereas Johnny probably has a whole plethora of narcotics flowing through his.”

Ryan chuckles at his comment.

Ryan Peters: ”...Towers, I’m not scared of you. I’m not scared to fight you. I’ve been fighting my whole life… I’ve had to prove my status against the bigger guys as long as I can remember. I’ll make you bow at my feet while your two drugged up buddies quote ‘Breakfast Club’ till their ears bleed. How can I be so sure of all this? Simple. You’re fucking with ‘The Ace’… you’re fucking with THE BASTARD CHILD... you’re fucking with Ryan… motherfucking Peters… see you soon, Johnny boy.”

And Ryan walks out of frame, with the cameras fading soon after.
We cut to a shot of a random part of the arena as we see Johnny Towers pace back and forth psyching himself up for his upcoming match. Sid and Tyler are playing cards on a nearby table.

Sid Robinson: Fuck it I fold.

Laughing Tyler puts his cards on the table and grabs the money that was in the middle, just as he does Towers walks over and picks up the cards.

Johnny Towers: What did ya have?

Sid Robinson: Three Aces and a pair of eights.

Johnny Towers: Ya daffy fucking badger fart he played your ass.

Towers throws the cards on the table showing 5 random cards as they all laugh.

Sid Robinson: You cheeky fucker, ok I’ll win the next hand.

Johnny Towers: I'll join in the action after my match when I get the winners prize.

Tyler Brown: You’re on.

Johnny Towers: Oi Oi boys may see a mark here. Play nice.

As he says this Josh Davidson walks into the shot looking nervous.

Johnny Towers: Now now silly bollocks don't worry i ain't gonna mess with ya this week aint i boys?

They both shake their heads going and giving him the thumbs up.

Johnny Towers: See, now then why don't we get started?

Josh walks a little closer to Towers and raises up his microphone.

Josh Davidson: Now, firstly I need to ask you about what went down last week at the end of Collision, you going out there and not just costing Damon the match but also causing a lot of distress to his step daughter and wife at the same time.

Johnny just laughs a little with a look on his face of someone remembering a fond memory.

Johnny Towers: Yeah I did, didn't I? Well all i got to say about that is Dilligaf.

Josh Davidson: Ok then, now then Mr Towers you have a big match tonight, if you win this match you go on to face the world champion whoever that may be by the end of the night.

Johnny Towers: Yeah ol Tank engine Tren is defending the title tonight aint he, couldnt give a fuck because I know I am the one thats gonna derail that shit speckled muppet fart for that title in the end.

Josh Davidson: Aren't you looking over your opponent tonight?

Johnny Towers: Nah I aint Josh, I know i gotta go out there in a couple of minutes and beat Ryan Peters to a bloody pulp like I did Jansen last week, because I promise ya all there is nothing that is going to stop me from getting my pound of flesh from the assholes that have been looking down on me since i started here. Now Ryan ya are just going to be a victim of circumstance, i got nothing personal against ya but im still gonna beat your head in like you owe me money ya cock juggling thunder cunt, so pull up your big boy pants and get over ya little daddy issues and maybe ya will have a future in this company.

Josh was just about to say something else as Johnny raises a hand cutting him off.

Johnny Towers: Talking about Ryan Peters I gotta go punch him in the face now so I ain't got time to talk to ya anymore Josh but how about ya spend some time with my two pals in a round or two of cards, we were looking for another player.

Not saying a word Josh walks over to the table and Johnny with a devilish smirk on his face walks off camera as we fade out.

Johnny Towers vs. Ryan Peters

Towers and Peters lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow toe-up. Peters quickly takes Towers downa dn puts on a siode headlock. Towers tries to go to the eyes but Peters rolls over into a guillotine to try and shut that down. Towers goes for the eyes again and then grabs at Peters’ testicles. Peters rolls into a cradle.


Peters cries out as Towers forearms him low and then cradles him himself.


Tower jumps up and starts stomping away at Peters viciously. Peters rolls out to the floor and Towers looks to follow him. Peters dives right back into the ring. Towers follows and Peters catches him coming for a guillotine again. Towers gets his feet up on the ropes and Peters rolls into a cradle.


Peters hits a basement dropkick followed by Kick The Bucket. He covers.


Towers staggers up and hits a snap suplex out of nowhere. He tries to float over and gets cradled for his trouble. Towers reverses and then settles.


Towers gives Peters a headbutt and then follows with a discus lariat. Peters drops like he’s been shot and Towers covers.


Peters hits the Ace Trigger.


Both men get to their feet and Towers charges. Peters hits the KTFO.


Towers gets up and hits a pop-up European uppercut. As Peters comes down, Towers gets him for FUBAR!


Roger Arden: Your winner, by pinfall…JOHNNY…TOWERS!!

Nick Hanson: And there you have it!! Johnny Towers will join Dona Rotten and Danni Anderson in challenging Tren Descarrilado for the World Heavyweight Championship at Ascension!

Jim Reynolds: Gonna be an interesting match for sure, Nicky!

“The following announcement has been paid for by The Chrysanthemum Shield.” can be seen written on the screen.

Static follows. The clearly pre taped production focuses on a hotel room door. The room number has been obscured. Once the door opens, Kaede and ISIS walk out the room. Both women are dressed like they are heading to a high end business meeting. Closing the door behind them, both women stop long enough to acknowledge the camera man present. Kaede goes to speak first.

Kaede Tanabe: Well, now!

The manager for the Chrysanthemum Shield smiles, rather smugly.

Kaede Tanabe: It’s about time somebody recognized the true talent that I represent in this company. For far too long, the Chrysanthemum Shield have been ignored. They’ve been overlooked. They’ve been underestimated. They have been severely disrespected.

Kaede folds her hands in front of her lips and taps her index fingers together, chuckling.

Kaede Tanabe: Leave it up to someone who actually knows what it’s like to have to put in the work and grind to the way to the top to be the one to see that this woman here?

She holds out a hand, presenting ISIS to the viewers.

Kaede Tanabe: Is the real deal. For that, Tren Descarrilado, I want to thank you. You certainly have an eye for top competition and you know where the money’s at. I have to admit, though.

Kaede puts a hand on her hip and taps her cheek with a finger, shaking her head with a tsk sound.

Kaede Tanabe: You’ve certainly surprised us. What I mean to say is I’m almost in disbelief that you would choose to give up such a grand, cherished prize in this company so soon after working so long and hard to obtain it. Because when you put that World Heavyweight Championship on the line against the Utopian Goddess, you’re gonna find that defeat is not an acceptable offering. The only sacrifice she will take…is your gold.

Kaede looks to ISIS again, clapping her on the shoulder and takes a small step back to give her the floor.

ISIS: “It’s a good thing our match is tonight instead of last week. A part of me was a little worried seeing what The Children put you through. I’m glad you’re one hundred percent for this, Tren. No excuses can be made for when I walk out of the Vlad Blackheart Coliseum the brand new NFW World Heavyweight Champion.”

ISIS cracks a smile. She makes the belt motion taunt.

ISIS: “I do want you to ask yourself one question champ... has being the ‘top guy’ on Collision been the utopia you imagined? I imagine after you beat Damon in a certified classic at Wrestlewar, you thought that the spotlight would shine brightly on you. That you would go on to prove that you could be a better champion than Damon ever was. Here we are, three months after your greatest accomplishment, I am not the only one who feels you have been overshadowed...

ISIS pauses, allowing the final bit of her sentence to settle in. She rests her hands on her hips.

ISIS: “-- think about it for a second. Instead of enjoying the fruits of your labor, due to no fault of your own of course, NFW and Zion were engulfed in a company versus company war. People were kidnapped. Rings set on fire. All you wanted to do was fight and defend your championship. None of that was allowed to happen. Furthermore, can you honestly say you are the top dog in your own Kingdom? The Valkyries and Morgan were the deciding factor in NFW staying afloat. Where is your praise? Why aren’t we celebrating you? Does that bother you at all, Tren? Even in your own family you can’t get the respect you’re entitled to.”

ISIS shakes her head.

ISIS: “So it would really suck if you lost tonight, wouldn’t it? I don’t claim to understand the whole feel no pain thing you got going on, the one thing that we all share in common; our egos break the same way. Imagine I take the World Championship from you, what’s left? Who’s to say Morgan doesn’t use her wild card opportunity to try to take the belt away from me? How would that make you feel? Would it make you feel like family, Tren? I mean no disrespect. Reality is a fragile beast. Not a utopia. I know my girls would celebrate with me. They wouldn’t be itching for the opportunity to crush my dreams. Burn my hopes. I don’t have to worry about any of that. Just a few things to consider champ. In Utopia, everything is ideal. And I am going to relish the chance to hold the championship above my head and leave your world in a virtual state of dystopia. Nothing personal.”

Kaede steps up beside ISIS again, that same arrogant little smirk on her face.

Kaede Tanabe: It’s just business.

She blows a little kiss to the camera before stepping out of frame. ISIS follows with her as the shot fades away.
Suddenly, cameras are rushing backstage to the parking lot, where there’s a big ol’ brawl going down! Johnny Towers is leading the charge, slugging it out with Damon Cross, who already looks pretty battered by the time we can see him! The two are throwing haymakers with reckless abandon, but Johnny is getting the better of it, having attacked Cross from behind! The blows are almost sickening with their vocal impacts, and one shot busts Damon’s nose, bleeding beginning immediately! Damon fires back with a headbutt, though, and busts Johnny’s lip… except the maniac grins around the split flesh and headbutts Cross right back, continuing the assault!

Nick Hanson: Johnny Towers and Damon Cross!!! They’re absolutely going to town on each other!!

Jim Reynolds: They’re fighting right out here in the parking lot, Nicky!! What the hell?!

Nick Hanson: They’re not showing any signs of letting up!! Both men are busted open!!

Jim Reynolds: Where the hell is security?!

As they reach a line of cars, Damon in desperation whips Johnny into one of them chest-first. He goes for the head, trying to smash Johnny’s head against the bumper, but a back elbow and a nasty knee below the belt leaves Damon doubled-over. He still throws off Johnny’s attempts to sling him over the hood of a sedan, but before Cross can start giving back the punishment, two more bodies enter the fray: Sid Robinson and Tyler Brown!

Nick Hanson: Sid Robinson and Tyler Brown are here now!! Johnny Towers’ pals!! This is unbelievable!!

Jim Reynolds: It’s three on one, Nicky!! Not even Damon can handle this!!

Nick Hanson: We need security out here now!!

At this point, any chance Damon has of fighting off his attacker is gone. No one gets far against three-on-one odds, and all three men are laying in the beatdown to the Redeemer. Johnny yanks open the door of a sedan, right into the head of Cross, who they shove halfway into the car’s backseat before slamming said door against his ribs, drawing a howl of pain from Cross that’s cut off as his breathing is affected by the impact!

Jim Reynolds: Holy shit!!

Nick Hanson: Good God!!!! You can hurt somebody like that!!

Jim Reynolds: That can mean broken ribs!!

Sid and Tyler hold Damon upright as Johnny lays in more shots to the damaged ribs, each blow taking more air from Cross until he’s fairly slumped in the grip of Johnny’s cronies. They pull him away, across the lot, to a hot rod parked nearby and lift Damon up, dropping him face-first on the hood! By now, there’s no fight left in Cross… though clearly he wants to. Johnny gets in his face and yells something, but takes spit mixed with blood in his eye. And that is the final straw as Johnny yells at Sid and Tyler to move aside as he hoists Damon up over his shoulder and lawn darts him through the car’s windshield!

Jim Reynolds: WHOA!!! SHIT!!!

Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD!!!!! OH MY GOD!! DAMON CROSS JUST WENT RIGHT THROUGH THE WINDSHIELD!!!!

Jim Reynolds: THESE GUYS ARE OUTTA THEIR DAMN MINDS!!!!

Nick Hanson: THIS IS HORRIFIC, JIM REYNOLDS!!!

Motionless and bleeding even worse, Damon is barely conscious by this point. Johnny, Sid and Tyler pause, admiring their work, but bail as security comes running out, knowing full well that they’ll care more about Damon’s physical state than the perpetrators of the act!

Nick Hanson: Security’s finally here but the damage has been done!!

Jim Reynolds: Johnny and his boys are hightailing it out of here!!

Nick Hanson: Of course they are!!!! Bunch of gutless cowards!!!

Jim Reynolds: I…goddamn, I hope Damon’s alright after that. Get him outta there!!

ISIS vs. Tren Descarrilado ©

Isis and Tren come to the center of the ring to start the match. Tren offers out a fist bump to the Utopian Queen which she returns and they start to circle up. They lock up and the World Champion starts to power Isis back towards the ropes but she digs her heels in and stops his momentum. Tren pushes forward more but Isis braces her stance and pushes back against him until they break apart and Tren steps back. He looks impressed, nodding to the challenger, telling her that’s what he’s talking about. Isis smirks and takes a second to flex her arms a bit. They lockup again and jock for position. At ringside, Kaede Tanabe slaps the mat, cheering her client on. Katelin Descarrilado stands at ringside, ice cold as ever. Confident in her husband’s ability. The two trade arm wringers and wrist locks for a moment before Tren gets Isis in a strong side headlock, wrenching on her neck. Again, Isis uses her strength and shoves Tren off of her, sending him into the ropes and when he comes back she nails him across the chest with a backhand chop. This is the Man Who Feels No Pain, however, so it’s not unlike smacking a brick wall and while the audience hears the SLAP, Tren just stands there and absorbs it. He shakes his head, smirking a bit and says “c’mon, you know me.” Isis nods and cocks back, throwing another chop across his chest with explosive force. Again, nothing. Isis nails him again. Nothing.

Isis blasts him in the jaw with a forearm. Tren absorbs it, standing there like Jason Voorhees in F13 Part 8 versus the boxer. Isis starts to look a little concerned now and her strikes grow more desperate and vicious. She even cracks Tren across the jaw with a closed fist that gets a warning from the referee, despite Tren remaining unphased while she shakes her fist out. Finally, she steps in for a clothesline and Tren explodes into action. He ducks the arm and hits the ropes. Isis spins around but loses Tren as he baseball slides past her and proceeds to spider crawl across the mat, getting behind her while she twists around again. Isis turns around a third time and Tren explodes up off of the mat, catching her with a Hurricanrana. Isis sits up and starts getting to her feet but Tren grabs her around the waist, throwing her back with a chain of three German Suplexes before bridging for a cover.


Isis kicks out, still with a lot left in the tank as Tren pulls her to her feet and goes for a Vertical Suplex. She reverses out of it, landing behind him and shoves him into the ropes again. This time, she pops up and catches him with a fabulous dropkick that takes him down to the mat. Tren makes his way to his feet but as he steps forward, Isis catches him in a bear hug and Overhead Belly to Belly Suplexes him into the mat. She wastes no time in hitting a kick to the chest when he tries to sit up and lands a Standing Moonsault for a cover, hooking the leg.


Tren kicks out with authority, shoving Isis right off of him. Now it’s Isis's turn to go for the German Suplex chain to show him how Utopia does it. She shocks the crowd with her power, nailing all three of them in flawless succession and bridges for the third one, arching up to really get the leverage for another pinfall attempt!


Tren manages to kickout before three, more so from the precarious angle he’s in rather than reeling from any pain. As he sits up, though, it’s clear the suplexes he’s taken are leaving him a bit loopy, perhaps with a sense of vertigo. Isis isn’t looking to let up anytime soon and she steps in for an Exploder Suplex but Tren brings his hands down in an axe handle across her back, breaking her hold on him and lifts her up for a huge Powerbomb! Tren drives her down and stacks her for the cover.


Isis gets the kickout with a powerful thrust of her legs. Tren steps back then in again as Isis starts getting up to her feet but he catches her again and looks for a Gutwrench Backbreaker but Isis reverses into a Tornado DDT that spikes Tren’s head into the mat. This one really knocks him loopy and Isis gets to her feet, looking to start wrapping things up. She runs to the ropes and hits a Middle Rope Springboard Moonsault but Tren gets his knees up. However, Isis scouts it and manages to land on her feet and steps back again. Tren makes it to his feet and the two charge at each other! Force Of Nature (King Kong Lariat) from Isis and a big Discus Lariat from Tren takes both competitors down!! Isis is knocked silly. Tren’s starting to look gassed but he’s the first one to sit up on his knees and slaps the mat with a roar. He starts stalking Isis for the finish. Kaede’s shouting for her to look out. A quick glance between husband and wife sees Katelin draw a thumb across her throat. Finish her. Tren grabs Isis, starting to set up for Bullet Train To Hell (Last of the Dragon). Before he gets it set, however, Isis slips out and nails Tren with another Force of Nature. Tren bounces off the ropes and Isis wastes no time. She grabs him up and with a serious amount of effort, manages to drive him to the mat with Welcome To Dystopia (Raquel Gonzalez Powerbomb)!! She drops down for the cover. The crowd goes into an uproar of boos, however, as Johnny Towers comes running down to the ring. Before the referee can even start counting, Towers throws himself into Isis to get her off of Tren and starts throwing shots across her head. Senior Official James Greer immediately throws this match out!


Nick Hanson: Now what the hell is Johnny Towers doing out here?! He’s got no business in this match!!

Jim Reynolds: On that, we agree, Nicky! Get him the fuck outta here!!

Johnny beats on Isis until he gets her out of the ring. Kaede runs to her client’s side to make sure she’s okay, before immediately coaxing Isis for them to leave ringside and not get involved in the matter that’s unfolding. Katelin Descarrilado throws off her jacket and starts climbing the apron to go after Towers. All of a sudden, Sid Robinson appears from the crowd and yanks her off of the apron. Katelin’s face bounces off of the apron and Sid just nails her with a pair of knuckle dusters.

Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, you don’t touch her you fucking shit!!

Sid Robinson slides into the ring, joined by Tyler Brown, carrying a nail studded baseball bat and they join Johnny Towers in a three on one attack on Tren. Towers’ droogs hold Tren up onto his knees by the arms while Johnny taunts him and slaps him in the face. Tren’s face goes from that exhausted, “I just wrestled a hard match” look to “goddamn motherfucker, I’m gonna fucking kill you” in about 0.2 seconds. About as long as it takes for Johnny to slap him. The World Heavyweight Champion explodes to his feet with a roar and shoves Sid and Tyler off. He blocks a shot from Johnny and starts laying into him with full on fists. Sid and Tyler get back to their feet and jump on Tren again, trying to get him off but Tren just muscles them away again. He goes back after Johnny until Towers gets him in the eyes with his nails, blinding the big man. As Tren staggers around, Sid Robinson blasts him with the knuckle dusters and Tren drops to a knee. Johnny orders them to hold him again as he goes out and gets a chair.

Nick Hanson: This isn’t gonna be good! Where the hell is security?!

Jim Reynolds: Where the hell are The Kingdom?!

As if on cue, the camera cuts backstage to The Kingdom locker room, showing their door has been wedged shut with a stack of large equipment crates. We can hear them banging on the door, trying to get out. The camera cuts back to the ring as Johnny gets back in with the chair as Sid and Tyler hold Tren. As he approaches, the crowd pops when Danni Anderson comes sprinting out of the tunnel and down the walkway as fast as her feet will carry her. The Semper Fairy has a look of fire in her eyes as she slides into the ring and goes right for Johnny Towers! She jumps on him with a Lou Thesz Press and starts throwing wild shots down on him until Sid and Tyler let go of Tren and pull the kicking and screaming woman off of him. Johnny gets up and grabs the chair again. Now the pair of goons are holding Danni in the same position they had Tren in. Johnny taunts Danni now and starts to lift the chair. Tren makes it back to his feet and rips the chair out of Johnny’s hands. Johnny spins and nails Tren with a kick to the groin. The Man Who Feels No Pain feels no shot to the pills either and just throws the chair down. He and Johnny start brawling back and forth as Tyler holds both of Danni’s arms. Sid Robinson starts getting those brass knuckles ready but the crowd pops again as Dona Rotten comes charging the ring. Not only that, the Scream Queen’s got a biker chain wrapped around her fist and she slides into the ring, and clocks Sid in the jaw from the side. Tyler lets go of Danni and starts trading shots with Dona. She goes for a shot with her chain wrapped fist but he ducks it and she ends up rocking Danni Anderson full force, knocking her to the mat.

Nick Hanson: OH!!! DONA CAUGHT DANNI BY ACCIDENT WITH THAT CHAIN!!!

Jim Reynolds: Knocked what sense she has left right outta her!

Dona spins around into a series of brass knuckle shots to the ribs, ending the combo with a hard hook across the jaw. The Scream Queen goes down now! Meanwhile, Tren has Johnny trapped in a corner, wailing on him with forearm shots. Tyler Brown steps in with that baseball bat and whacks Tren right in the back of the knee, causing his leg to buckle on instinct. He hooks the bat around Tren’s neck and pulls him back from the corner. Johnny shakes the stars out and grabs the chair again. He climbs up onto the middle turnbuckle, raises the chair up and jumps. Tyler Brown backs out of the way as he comes down and slams the chair across Tren’s head. The Human Freight Train drops down to one knee, blood starting to run down his face. Now Tren’s seeing stars as he rests on all fours and Johnny slides the chair right underneath him. The Ultra VIolent Anarchist wastes no time in hopping up onto the top turnbuckle and comes diving off with “Call U Next Tuesday” (Shadows Over Hell). He hits all of it, driving Tren face first down into the chair! It’s absolute carnage inside the ring as Johnny clutches his midsection with a twisted smile and gets to his feet.

Jim Reynolds: I think Tren’s out, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: The World Heavyweight Champion has been rendered unconscious!! I’m in disbelief!!

Jim Reynolds: Look what it took, though!

Nick Hanson: And these bastards had no qualms in doing it, AT ALL!!!!

Tren, Dona and Danni are all laid out around the three hooligans as they gloat to the booing crowd. All accept Danni Anderson, who’s staggering up to her feet. Johnny turns, sees her and gets an evil grin on his face.

Nick Hanson: Oh no. No no, what’s he doing?!

Jim Reynolds: Nothing good, Nicky!

Danni’s still got her back to the three when Johnny steps up and grabs her from behind, lifting her right into a devastating FUBAR (Ripcord Backdrop Driver)!! He gets back to his feet and just stares down at the wife of Damon Cross with a wild, maniacal sneer at first. The look grows into a sickening grin then as he and his colleagues go back to celebrating the havoc they’ve wrought as the show starts going off the air.

Nick Hanson: These three are disgusting, Jim!

Jim Reynolds: They’re definitely outta control, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: They’re bound to get theirs sometime sooner or later but unfortunately not soon enough! That’s all the time we have tonight! For Jim Reynolds, I’m Nick Hanson! So long, ladies and gentlemen!