NFW Collision #125! 03/22/2022!

The camera opens outside as Shawn Worley looks around the Chicago parking lot that surrounds the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum. Looking somewhere between apprehensive and outright panicked, Shawn starts to back up towards the door that all the wrestlers used to enter the building, shaking his head as he goes.

Shawn Worley: Dammit, Cam, where in the hell have y’all gotten off to now…

He exhales heavily.

Shawn Worley: And how many cops is we gonna need to talk outta wantin’ to arrest us this time?

Suddenly, he sees his elder brother and tag team partner, Cameron, walking with two little chocolate colored dogs. Shawn’s jaw drops open at the sight.

Shawn Worley: What in THE hell?

Cameron walks over and smirks knowingly.

Cameron Worley: Ain’t they purdy?

Shawn looks at the dogs uneasily.

Shawn Worley: Where did you find them and how long until we’s runnin’ from they owners?

Cameron shakes his head.

Cameron Worley: They’s Boykin spaniels. I bought ‘em off this nice lady was sellin’ a whole mess of ‘em out a truck bed two blocks up yonder. Her husband likes huntin’ and has a several but they couldn’t handle all the pups so…

He nods to the two dogs.

Cameron Worley: Meet our newest family members. I figured they’d put Bubba in a good mood before he had to fight Jansen Myrrh.

Shawn looks at his brother in utter astonishment.

Shawn Worley: Tell me you didn’t buy Bubba puppies just so you could make a “That Bitch” joke about his match….

Camron looks at his brother with exaggerated offense in his eyes.

Cameron Worley: Now would I do somethin’ like that?

Shawn Worley: Fuck yes, you would!

Cameron Worley: Well, I did not… I bought ‘em cause they was cute and cause they was named Boykin spaniels. I figured anything named after that character had to be cool.

Shawn starts to retort but Cameron cuts him off.

Cameron Worley: And before y’all calls me an idiot, I know, the character is called Yuri Boyka, not Boykin… but close enough and besides, the breed’s from South Carolina and you know we can bastardize any name if we put our minds to it!

Shawn shakes his head.

Shawn Worley: Did you give ‘em names yet?

Cameron Worley: No.

Shawn Worley: Did you call Carmen and Reya and tell them?

Cameron Worley: Yes.

Shawn crosses his arms.

Shawn Worley: And what did they say?

Cameron Worley: Carmen wanted to know how I was gonna get them home and Reya wanted to know how come I only bought two.

Shawn pauses for a second before nodding in acknowledgement.

Shawn Worley: Yeah, alright, that sounds like them…

He looks back into the building and then back to his brother.

Shawn Worley: So how are we gonna do this knowin’ these things can kill Crystal Zdunich if they so much as get anywhere near her and that Hayley Halsey is liable to think they’s vile and disgustin’ just because they’re ours?

Cameron shrugs.

Cameron Worley: I mean, she might not if she hears the Crystal thing but…

Shawn crosses his arms again.

Shawn Worley: Cam, that ain’t the fuckin’ point and you know it!

Cameron shrugs, seemingly amused by his brother's worry.

Cameron Worley: Don’t worry about it, I got us a place to let Bubba play before his match.

This does not assuage Shawn’s sense of unease.

Shawn Worley: Every time you say, “don’t worry,” we end up with the popo wantin’ to give us some nice new bracelets for a trip downtown…

Cameron nods to the door.

Cameron Worley: You worry too much, now come on, we gots a Bubba to surprise with these bitches before he has to fight That Bitch.

Shawn’s head droops.

Shawn Worley: I knew you were gonna make a lame ass joke like that…

Cameron shrugs and opens the door, letting the two puppies walk in ahead of him. Shawn watches him go and just shakes his head again.

Shawn Worley: Shit…

He follows his brother in and hasn’t even let the door close behind him before he hears his cousin’s excited voice.

Bubba Thompson: PUPPERS!!!!

Shawn smiles despite himself.

Shawn Worley: Damn you, Cam…

He laughs to himself before walking down to join his family.
The camera cuts backstage when Cass Baumer swings the women’s locker room doors open with her dark blue-green eyes on the ground. She looks like she’s in deep thought, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced with one of concern and cautiousness as she glances at her smartphone. Looking back and forth around the room, she tries to keep her guard up as she approaches the pink-haired woman of the Kingdom.

Cass Baumer: Hey, Chrissy.

She takes a deep breath and then winches, putting a hand on her still bruised ribs. Stuffing her phone into her pocket, Baumer continues with sincerity in her Kiwi accented voice.

Cass Baumer: Listen, I saw what you’ve said on Zion lately. I’ve seen what you’ve said on Collision, too. And I just… thought I’d check up on you. I know it’s easy to feel like no one cares in this business, and I know I shoulda been there to help you out when you got attacked by Lil— Erm, Arianrhod. But I was… still recovering after Morgan’s post-match temper tantrum. And I’ve been trying to stay out of other people’s businesses, y’know?

Chrissy was just standing there, her face showing she was deep in thought as Cass spoke. After, Chrissy seemed to shake herself out of the daydream she was in and just looked at the woman before.

Christina Olson: Uh… yeah, it’s whatever, honestly. I made my bed, now I make the most of whatever it is that lies ahead for me, even if it fails miserably. As for the little masked gremlin, I don’t know what to do, I know it’s Lil, but it’s not at the same time. It’s hard to figure out if I want to attack or just keep my distance, even if she won’t allow it.

Baumer nods, trying to slow it down.

Cass Baumer: You know Lil better than anyone, aye? This transformation wasn’t permanent last time.

Christina Olson: Yeah, I know, but we had Maiko last time, and well, she ain’t exactly someone who’s willing to help out now.

Christina sits down in a chair and crosses her arms, just looking around, almost like she’s expecting something to happen.

Cass Baumer: I wish I could do more. I really do, but I don’t know a thing about magic. I guess all I can say is, you’re not as alone as you think you are right now. You’ve got friends outside the castle, too.

Baumer goes to turn and walk out the door. Christina nods her head and she stands back up to follow Cass out the door. As they exit, a storage crate comes speeding down the hall right towards them and Chrissy pulls Cass out of the way and back into the locker room as we hear the maniacal laugh of Arianrhod echo in the hallway.

Arianrhod: Christina Olson is afraid, In your room you should have stayed. Nobody will be able to win, everyone will witness our sin!

Christina Olson: Fucking hell…

Cass sweats, fear mixed with confliction in her eyes as she glances back at Chrissy. Then, at Arianrhod’s direction. She quietly thanks Chrissy for the help as the show continues.

Lil Juicy vs. Griffin Hawkins

Griffin and Juicy lock up with Juicy using his height advantage to try and out-leverage Griffin. Griffin overpowers Juicy and throws him into the corner. Griffin turns into the Shot In The Dark but Juicy drops out of the way and rolls out of the corner to the floor. Juicy reaches in and grabs Griffin, taking the rock star off-guard with how far the Drip Gawd can reach. Juicy pulls Griffin out to the floor and then dives back into the ring himself. Griin gets up, comes back in and Juicy gets in a kick to the gut before hitting Esskeetit. Juicy covers.


GRIFFIN HOOKS HIM FOR A CRUCIFIX!


The two get to their feet and Juicy runs Griffin over with a big lariat. Juicy covers.


GRIFFIN CRADLES JUICY!


Juicy grabs the ropes and pulls himself away. He drags himself to his feet and then hits an awkward Iunno. Griffin hits and Juicy shrugs to the camera before covering.


Juicy drops an elbow and then goes up. He jumps off, feeling Saucy but Griffin moves and Juicy crashes to the mat. As Juicy sits up, Griffin hits the Shot In The Dark.


Nick Hanson: And Griffin Hawkins gets the victory tonight! We’ll see him later this evening for the contract signing with Hayley Halsey!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, for a title shot he shouldn’t be getting!



We open in some darkened room somewhere. There is the subtle sound of flowing water permeating the entire scene. In the middle of the dimly lit room is an altar. It appears to be made out of rough-shaped rock and coral. The figure of Milisandre Crowthorne is seen kneeling in front of it. She speaks in soft, reverent tones.

Milisandre Crowthorne: This one is tough to get to. She is both hard and smart.

She pauses and a louder gurgling sound takes her place. She nods along slowly.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Yes, yes. That is a good path.

The gurgling sound resumes for a few moments.

Milisandre Crowthorne: There are many ways to get to them. Many ways to twist that knife.

Mil nods along again to more of the gurgling.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Of course. The weaknesses she doesn’t know exist are the strongest weapons to use.

More gurgling.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Yes, yes. I will deal with the child tonight. Then I will move on to the others. More shall hear your whispers. More shall come to your cause.

There is one last bout of gurgling. This last bit was drawn out and more intense. It stops and all that remains for a moment is the soft running water sound.

Milisandre Crowthorne: As you command. I am forever your servant.

Milisandre nods her head softly before standing up to face the camera.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Jessi, I do hope you are prepared tonight. The whispers are calling your name. Can you hear them? Can you hear His call? If not you will soon. This I promise you.

Milisandre grins wickedly. Her hair appears to be wet and dripping. She reaches down and lifts up the Mariana’s Trench title and walks off.
A familiar blue mini foldable camera drone about the size of two hands put together flies through the Vlad Blackheart Coliseum backstage hallways a bit erratically. Stopping and starting, it does a beautiful roll and then stops as Salacious Intent’s redhead comes into view in front of the device. Abigail raises her eyebrow upon what she sees.

Abigail Lindsey: Never in a million years did I expect this sudden development. Must be my lucky day. Or a fracture in the space time continual. This better be good, honestly, now that you’re on the outs with one of the last few friends you had, being a consolation prize isn’t my cup of tea.

Through the tinny speakers attached to the toy, Cass answers in a voice that’s unmistakably her.

Cass Baumer: Consolation prize?

Baumer pauses and thinks to herself, before suddenly realizing she should really do this in person.

Cass Baumer: I’m in catering, but I’m making my way to you now.

Abigail shrugs. To her credit she doesn’t budge from where she’s standing, waiting on Cass to arrive. Cass rounds the corner in a few seconds and discreetly presses the button on her controller that lands the drone automatically to get it out of the way. Her smartphone is attached to the remote with a small flap on top to show Abigail’s legs right before Baumer turns it off with the power button.

Cass Baumer: I know we haven’t always been on the same page. I don’t expect us to be all buddy buddy all of a sudden, but it just feels like you’ve got issue with Morgan too, nah? I saw you two arguing on Twitter recently.

Abigail nods, acknowledging that Cass is correct about the argument between herself and Morgan. The redhead rests her hands on her hips.

Abigail Lindsey: Not so much an issue than it me stating the obvious. The Kingdom are highly predictable, didn’t waste time reminding all of us that we should bend the knee and kiss their ass for saving the company from the brink of extinction. First River, then Morgan... they don’t disappoint, at all. The confrontation was bound to happen. Quite disappointing, she has been looking quite good lately.

Abigail shrugs.

Abigail Lindsey: Not even beauty is exempt from being predictable and boring right?

Cass nods.

Cass Baumer: Morgan did a lot to defend NFW at INVASION. If it wasn’t for her, we might not be here right now, but I helped too. Nathaniel Dixon helped. Lana Corvin helped. Dona Rotten helped. Atlas helped. Hell, everyone who competed in that two night event on our side did their part, you included.

Abigail Lindsey: Don’t you mean was almost the reason we’re unemployed before The Valkyries pulled their trump card? It’s ok. Facts are facts.

Cass sighs with her hand on her face.

Cass Baumer: Don’t think like that. Mistakes happen, and we all got it done. Somehow.

Abigail Lindsey: Fair enough.

Abigail shrugs.

Abigail Lindsey: You got my interest. Out of all the people in the world you could have a heart to heart with, why lil ole me? I might as well be the devil in your eyes. No one has showered you with more unending quote unquote praise then yours truly.

Cass Baumer: Through all our arguments, the one seed in the middle of it all is you saying I’m not living up to my potential. You’re not the only person who said that to me, and… you’re right.

Abigail raises an eyebrow at what Cass said, shocked that Cass would acknowledge she is right.

Cass Baumer: I know what it’s like to choke. I’ve been where your head’s been at since INVASION. You get this voice saying this is it, saying you’re not good enough, and you’re never gonna win the big one, but… That’s bullshit. I won’t lecture you or even say what you oughta do. I’m bad at that. Though, maybe having someone think you’ve got a big potential right back might make you feel a little better, aye? It definitely motivated me.

Baumer pauses to try to form her words.

Cass Baumer: Eventually, everybody’s funk ends so long as you get out of your own way and keep at it. At least, I think so.

Abigail Lindsey: Like I’ve stated in the past I don’t hate you. Trust me, if I hated you, we wouldn’t be having this conversation. Take solace in that.

Abigail rests her hand on Cass shoulder.

Abigail Lindsey: What I am about to say you should meditate on. The difference between us Cass is I made a choice a long time ago that I was going to be unapologetically me; consequences be damned. I’ve lost friends. People have turned their back on me. There are others who don’t understand why I do the things that I do. I’m Abigail ‘Serenity’ Lindsay, that’s just the way it’s going to be. Questionable decision making aside, you’re you. I see Cass Baumer as an opinionated woman who will speak her mind, sometimes without knowing the full context behind things, sometimes knowing you’re going to stir the hornet's nest. Nothing wrong with that sweetie, by now you should have accepted that being Cass Baumer comes with consequences. Not everyone is going to be a fan of you being you. I’m not going to pretend to understand why you and Morgan had a falling out. But, if it’s because you were you and she couldn’t accept it. Screw her. Despite the haunty attitude she has walked around here with lately, she’s the Queen of No One. Think it’s time to humble Morgan and remind her she’s not invincible.

Baumer smiles genuinely.

Cass Baumer: I will. And you’re gonna kick ass in that tag team threeway, yeah? Lord knows you’re familiar with threeways.

Cass chuckles, trying to lighten the mood a little.

Abigail Lindsey: Wouldn’t you like to find out? Your boyfriend can watch if he wants.

Abigail winks as the show continues.

Jansen Myrrh vs. Big Bubba Thompson

Jansen and Bubba go to lock-up and Jansen tries to scoop up Bubba for a slam. As her body fails her underneath it, Bubba picks her up. He sets her back down on her feet and smiles brightly. Jansen staggers away, clutching at her back for a second before she runs to the ropes and rebounds off. She comes back and hits a big lariat on Bubba , but the big man just stands there. Jansen runs across the ring again and rebounds back for another big lariat. Again, Bubba just stands there. Jansen runs across the ring for a third time only this time she launches herself into a flying shoulder tackle. Bubba is staggered back a step. Jansen jumps up and pulls him down into an inside cradle.


Jansen is almost thrown off to the edge of the ring. Bubba gets to his feet and Jansen jumps onto his back, trying to sink in a sleeper with a body scissors, though she finds the body scissors nearly impossible to complete. Bubba tries to throw her off but Jansen is able to hold on for dear life. Bubba almost by accident, breaks free when he staggers back into a corner, smashes Jansen against the turnbuckles and knocks himself off-balance so that he falls onto his back with Jansen underneath him. The referee counts the inadvertent cover.


Bubba gets to his feet and turns around to see Jansen on the mat. He goes to the ropes, rebounds back and goes for a big splash. Jansen rolls out of the way so Bubba crashes to the mat. Jansen cradles him.


Jansen rolls away and gets to her feet. Bubba follows her up and runs at her, jumping. Jansen is close enough to maneuver to catch and redirect him into a body slam.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHH!!!!

Jansen grabs Bubba and strains, powering him up for the Myrrh Driver.

Crowd: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Jansen covers.

The Second City Riot Squad of Layla Diaz and Jed Coffey are seen standing backstage at the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum talking to one another prior to Diaz’s match later tonight.

Jed Coffey: Do you think she’s good? I mean, she’s been a bit more mentally unstable as of late. More than usual. I mean, what was with last night in Detroit at Zion Wrestling Mayhem? The flickering lights… she was here and then she was gone. Do you think she’s a witch?

Diaz just scoffs at Coffey’s remarks.

Layla Diaz: She ain’t no muthafuken witch, Mighty J. Dat was da maintenance guy tryin ta fix a electrical issue. She jus… I don’t knows what she is but dat wuz kinda freaky, right?

Jed Coffey: Should we… you know…

Coffey crosses his arms across his chest signaling like a straight jacket. Diaz pops Coffey on his arm with the back of her hand.

Leah Aguero: You know I can hear you, right?

The camera pans down in front of Diaz and Coffey to show The War Queen Leah Aguero seated on a bench. The typical backwards hat and bandana are gone. Instead, her hair is pulled up in a high ponytail, white dots of makeup surround her eyes and she’s sporting a black Hannibal Lecter-esque mask.

Leah Aguero: You need not worry about whether or not my mind is fractured or outright shattered. You’ve already shown concern as to whether my mental state is fully intact after I dropped the fall to La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil, after I came up short against Carmen Leija in Zion Wrestling and after I failed to capture the TPW International Title against Peter Vaughn. None of those places matter as this is NFW. There was a time in which you and I ran this tag division, Diaz. Even before we became their champions, we were undefeated as a duo. Now look at how they treat us. Are we the outsiders because we carry the Zion Wrestling Trios Titles? They certainly viewed us that way at Invasion. Now we’re just an afterthought around these parts. It’s been three weeks since we were booked on a card against the Cornbread Mafia of all people. Now we’re thrown together in a tag team threeway dance against The Crusade and Salacious Intent; the same Salacious Intent that was granted an opportunity two weeks ago to become number one contenders to the Tag Team Titles. Who did they defeat in that match? The Last of the Valkyries; a team that’s barely even a team anymore because where the fuck is Lilith? More importantly, why the fuck are The Last of the Valkyries even booked in that match to begin with? Where is our opportunity? When are the Second City Riot Squad going to get their shot at the NFW Tag Team Titles again?

Layla Diaz: We win dis tree way tanite, dey gotta give us are time ta shine, no? I means, we be beatin der numba one contendas.

Leah Aguero: Diaz, you are still so naive to the happenings around you. THEY don’t care who we beat. THEY don’t care how many times we devour the competition and walk away with our hands raised. THEY will never give us anything. WE must take it. Tonight, I’m not just looking to get my hand raised. I’m more content with going out there and inflicting pain. Pain on the Crusade. Pain on Salacious Intent. Those two teams will always be kept front and center. I think, instead of bitching and moaning about when it’s going to be “OUR” time, we have a little fun. Knees and Cutters, right?

Layla Diaz: Bah Any Means Necessary.

Through an opening in Leah’s mask, a smirk can be seen. She rises up from her seat and leaves the area as Diaz and Coffey are left standing together.

Jed Coffey: That’s what I’m talking about. Is she talking about assault? Is she talking about manslaughter? Is she gonna murder someone? I don’t know what she’s going to do.

Layla Diaz: I tink she jus finally seein clearly. Wut yous say? Yous up fa a liddle Schmucks Up, Schmucks Down?

Coffey just stares at Diaz, not understanding why Diaz isn’t taking Leah’s recent attitude shift as a concern. He simply throws his arms up in the air and walks away leaving Diaz just smiling at Leah’s new demeanor.

Jenn Drew vs. Etsuko Mitzusaka

The match starts with Jenn Drew clotheslining into Etsuko to the matt, not one to take any rest days or go easy on a soft match. Clearly Etsuko wasn’t expecting it and is knocked to the ground. The smaller woman is back on her feet in an instant with a kip up that launches her right into Drew’s bemused but impressed face. The Rebel Queen scouts this though and has a stiff right forearm locked and loaded up for Etsuko to eat when she tries to get into Jenn’s face about it. Mitzusaka was nothing if not known for her toughness though, and she refused to go down this time, using her arm to stop herself she instead launched up with her feet. The stunned drew didn’t have time to react and caught the bottom of Etsuko’s boot right on the jaw. This does take Jenn off of her feet and what the outlaw gets is goddamn mad about it, hitting the mat in frustration. She’s a lttle slower to get the cobwebs out of her head, which gives Etsuko time to follow up with a swinging neckbreaker! Estuko whips Jenn into the corner and follow up with a huge running boot!

Etsuko dominates the first part of the match from here. Battering Drew from post to post like she’s out to make a point! The Rebel Queen withstands the onslaught of suplexes, dropkicks and strikes as she best she can, just climbing to her feet each time with a look of absolute stubborn pride. Etsuko stays n control, no matter what resistance that Drew can mount. Jenn does get her own strikes in, she fights out of every hold and continually makes it too difficult for Etsuko to set up for her signatures or finishes, taking every opportunity for a forearm shot or a well places elbow or knee. Anything to make a grapple too much of a risk, but that only gets Drew whipped into the corner and splashed. Any attempt at chaining moves or gaining momentum gets stopped by Etsuko creating distance or hitting another snap move. Finally, Etsuko gets both of Drew’s hands at once and hits ''Mitzusaka Bunny Hop!'' Jenn goes down and Mitzusaka goes for the cover!


Nope! Jenn kicks out at an early two! This seems to light a fire under the Rebel Queen, who’s just seemed frustrated and offended at Etsuko and her offense this whole match. Etsuko seems to now also be displaying her temper! She founds the mat and tries to get up, only to get another forearm to the chin from Jenn Drew! Drew backs up and hits the corner, hoping up in a display of her speed and athleticism for a picture perfect missile dropkck! It’s the Jenn Drew show from there, the Rebel Queen taking care of business with a corkscrew DDT, that turns into a Meteora, after Etsuko attempts to get up. As Jenn takes her time and obvious enjoyment from her turn taking charge of the pace of the of ths match. It’s her turn to batter a beleaguered and tired but fighting Etsuko back and forth using that arial speed and prowess. Finally, Jenn sets up and goes for the Cut The Strings (Tornado DDT)! Etsuko takes the move right on the noggin and down the woman goes! Jenn makes the cover.

The scene opens up backstage with Salacious Intent talking amongst each other. Abi seems really perturbed and Sela is certainly annoyed at the moment. Still they are soon approached by Amanda Thorn.

Amanda Thorn: Abigail, Sela, if you could spare a couple moments, I'd like to get your thoughts on tonight's match.

Sela Rica-Lark: Well, look at you, direct with the requests, like a humble personage to a couple goddesses. No need to genuflect for us though, we only look that good.

Sela and Abigail both giggle a little. Sela starts to walk around Amanda a little, almost in a dream like state again.

Sela Rica-Lark: So you want to know about tonight do you? What is it you really want to know though? About The Crusade, what might happen if their head boy's feud boils over into our match? Maybe you want to know what we think of SCRS still clinging to validity and hoping to remake their former glory? Or is it you want to know, after we're done playing tonight, what do we have planned for our fierce rivals Gallus Mag?

Amanda tries to get a word in, but Sela presses a finger to her lips from behind her and whispers to Amanda.

Sela Rica-Lark: No, no, don't say it. We know these are valid questions.

Sela comes back around, standing opposite of Abigail as her posture and expression changes from almost seductive to a bloodlust.

Sela Rica-Lark: The answer should be quite simple: The Crusade falls to our hands alone, not to some misplaced attempt at mindgames, SCRS will lose this chance to make themselves relevant to the division again and Gallus Mag is still trying to figure out if we're going to be the same chaos they faced as mercs or if we'll be a more cohesive unit going for titles. They're too busy trying to determine which side of us they need to counter, they don't know yet that we can still be both. Imagine how dangerous that would be. Tonight, as always, is our night.

Abigail takes a step forward. She gets right in Amanda’s face.

Abigail Lindsay: Riddle me this Amanda, how many times since Wrestlewar has Gallus Mag actually competed on NFW television?

Amanda looks like she is trying to process Abigail’s question. The red head immediately cuts her off.

Abigail Lindsay: Once, Amanda. The tag team champions have spent more time in catering than actually getting their hands dirty. As much as Gallus Mag prattle on about thirsting for a fight, since becoming champions they have grown complacent. Sela and I have carried the division inside the ring, to be fair, we have been carrying the division since we instigated a fight with the Queen’s Guard. Long before that when you think about it. Gallus are champions in name only. Salacious Intent have put in the real work for months. Why is this triple threat even happening? Likely because management knows Salacious Intent puts asses in seats. The two so-called fighters are an afterthought, imagine that. While we shouldn’t have to bother with The Crusade and Second City Riot Squad, we’ll get through this match to collect our paycheck. And to give the people what they want. Us. Love us or hate us, you love drooling at the very sight of perfection. You’re welcome.

Abigail takes a step back rejoining Sela.

Sela Rica-Lark: Better be careful Amanda. Monsters walk among you and trust me when I say, what we’re going to do tonight is a message for the monsters.

Sela snaps her teeth and head at Amanda who flinches a little causing Sela to cackle as she begins to walk off. Abigail winks at Amanda before following as the scene fades out.

The Crusade vs. The Second City Riot Squad vs. Salacious Intent

All three teams look around as if expecting something else to happen. Sylvia, Ronnie, Leah, Layla, Abigail and Sela-Rica each take a different direction and scan the crowd and entryway, Jed Coffey adding another set of eyes from the floor at ringside. When no one else appears on any horizon, the six competitors in the ring shrug to each other, nod almost in unison dn start brawling. All six just start punching the person nearest them from the opposition and the crowd explodes as the fight gets going. Within seconds, Layla, Sylvia and Sela-Rica have each been knocked down and Ronnie, Abigail and Leah each cover.


All three who had just been on their backs roll their attempted victors into a small package simultaneously.


Jed slaps the mat as he watches his team both almost win and almost lose both times. Leah and Layla jump up and hit a double dropkick on Ronnie sending him to the ropes. Abigail and Sela-Rica run through and hit a double clothesline that sends Ronnie over the top to the floor. Sylvia jumps into a flapjack from SCRS and Leah covers her.


Salacious Intent hits a wheelbarrow facebuster combo on Layla and then look for Sensuous Destruction on Leah.


Sylvbia starts to just pound away wildly, Abigail and Layla both fighting back. The three roll and clip Sela-Rica as they roll to the floor next to Jed. Sela-Rica gets to her feet and slingshots herself out into a dive onto Jed. Leah runs over to the ropes with a baseball slide that sends Jed and Sela-Rica into the barricade. Sylvia, Layla and Abigail get up and start fighting, Leah wading into the ringside chaos. The crowd explodes at the sight of everybody fighting together there on the floor. Ronni rolls into the ring, takes one look at the situation and then runs across the ring for a giant tope con hilo out onto the whole group, knocking everybody down like a giant set of dominoes or bowling pins.

Crowd: HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!! HOLY SHIT!!!

Ronnie comes back into the ring with Layla. Layla comes off the top coming back in for a hurricanrana.


The two get back to their feet and Ronnie hooks her for the Guilt Trip.

We come back to the ring where Hayley Halsey is already in the ring for the contract signing. By her side is Curtis Hughes and her boyfriend Jason Brooks. The crowd is booing her as she sits in her chair. Separate Ways hits as the mood changes. Griffin Hawkins emerges from behind the camera, A bit sweaty from the previous match and still in his ring gear, but wearing a Marilyn Monroe T-Shirt. The crowd is cheering as he makes his way down

Nick Hanson: And here comes the challenger for the Perseverance Title..the man who will face Hayley Halsey in a TLC Match at Ascension III!

Jim Reynolds: I don't understand what these people see in this guy!

Nick Hanson: I don't understand what you DON'T see in him!

He makes his way towards the ring and steps between the ropes, his eyes only on Hayley Halsey who is sitting at the table with her Perseverance Title around her shoulder. He takes his seat across from her, a stone expressionless look on his face as if she's the only one in the ring. Hayley stares daggers into her hated rival as the music ends.

Josh Davidson: Okay, you both have had the opportunity to review both contracts earlier today. Both of your lawyers have also reviewed them as well...if there are no questions, we can both proceed and make this match official.

Neither have anything to say. The champion grabs the contract and signs her name at the bottom, sliding it back to Griffin who proceeds to sign his name.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and Gentlemen it's officially signed! At Ascension III, it will be Hayley Halsey defending her Perseverance title against Griffin Hawkins in a Tables Ladders and Chairs Match! Thank y-

Before he can finish, Hayley grabs the mic from him, looking down at Griffin who is casually sitting in his chair.

Hayley Halsey: ....how the fuck can you sit there looking all smug, knowing all the damage you've caused me?

The crowd begins booing her, Griffin remains unphased.

Hayley Halsey: You know who I blame for all that happened to me last week? I blame you. My own father wishes that I was never born..you know why? Because you got everyone in the back convinced...everyone in this arena convinced..the whole world convinced that I'm some kind of bad person and you're supposedly this "nice guy" when in reality you're nothing more than a fucking scumbag!

She is so angry she's shaking.

Hayley Halsey: YOU'RE NOT EVEN SUPPOSED TO BE ON THIS BRAND! After I beat you at WrestleWar, it was supposed to be over..yet for some stupid fucking reason you got traded from Trauma to Collision which only furthers the point that there is a conspiracy against me! And big shock...you get a title match against me with your own stipulation in a match you SHOULD have lost in the first place! I don't know who you're sleeping with in NFW to get all this special treatment..but if I had it my way, you wouldn't be on Collision, in fact, you wouldn't even be in this company PERIOD!

A "Shut The Fuck Up" chant breaks out, annoying her.

Hayley Halsey: WHY DON'T YOU MAKE ME SHUT UP?!

The crowd boos her louder.

Hayley Halsey: Look at me..look me in the eye.....DAMN IT I SAID LOOK AT ME! I know more about Perseverance than you ever could. You get to go home to your perfect fucking family in your big house with the white picket fence and two car garage in some middle class suburban neighborhood, having yourself some hot pretzels and diet coke...while I am bullied every day on social media by everybody on this roster! But that is all going to change. At Ascension III...I'm gonna end your miserable career once and for all!

Griffin continues to have the same look on his face, not saying a word.

Hayley Halsey: Now....what do you have to say about all that?

The challenger for the title finally grabs a mic off the table.

Griffin Hawkins: ...I think you should do everyone in this arena a favor and shut the fuck up.

The crowd is going crazy, the first pop in a while. Hayley's glare on him intensifies.

Griffin Hawkins: Do I look like I give a damn about your family problems? Newsflash crazy pants...I don't. You and your issues with your old man is your problem..not mine.

He slowly stands up.

Griffin Hawkins: Settle your family issues on Dr.Phil or something, because I'm not here to be your marriage counselor. I don't care about your family drama..the only thing I care about is that title over your shoulder. You've been ducking me for months..doing everything possible to get out of giving me a rematch..and now it's official. At Ascension III, I will make history when I become the first ever two time Perseverance Champion...and you...you're gonna wind up in a padded cell rocking back and forth in a fetal position like the crazy psychotic bitch that you-

Before he can finish she slaps him HARD across the face! The crowd oooooh's at this as Griffin holds his cheek, smiling a little bit.

Griffin Hawkins: ....thank you.

In one swift motion he grabs her by the throat with one hand! Hughes immediately hammers Griffin from behind, causing her to release him. She quickly makes her exit from the ring. Hughes throws Griffin to the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but he ducks it and connects with the Shot in the Dark, sending him flipping over the ropes and out to the ring floor. Griffin looks at Hayley who's on the outside, shouting at her...but he seemingly forgot about Jason Brooks who hits Hawkins in the back with a chair, sending him to his knees!

Nick Hanson: Jason Brooks with a chair?! Is he crazy?!

Jim Reynolds: He's standing by his girlfriend! He's not gonna sit by and let this punk disrespect her any longer!

Jason lays the badmouth on a downed Hawkins as he drags him over to the table. He signals that he's going to put him through it and seemingly goes for a Powerbomb...but doesn't quite have the upper body strength to pull it off...giving Hawkins time to recover and connect with a low blow!

Jim Reynolds: Right below the belt!

Nick Hanson: Why isn't Hayley running in there to save him?!


Jason is doubled over holding his nether regions as Griffin is enraged. Hayley looks on in horror as he grabs him and lifts him up and powerbombs him through the table! The crowd is going absolutely insane!

Nick Hanson: Oh my God!!

Jason isn't moving as Hawkins looks back at Hayley up the ramp who is clutching her title, shaking her head going "No! You're not taking my title!" Griffin makes a belt notion around his waist as he points at Hayley.

Nick Hanson: Hawkins is ready for the champion! He sent a message to her by driving Jason Brooks through the table!

Jim Reynolds: He went out a hero...defending the woman he loves!

Nick Hanson: Are you blind?! This kid had no business in there! Hayley has thrown him to the wolves again just to save herself!

Jim Reynolds: Call it whatever you want..but I know for sure the champion is not going to take this lying down!

The two stare each other down as we go to a break.
The scene opens up to Katie Anderson in the locker room, the room is filled with lit candles, she sits in the middle of the floor, she's wearing a black hoodie over her ring attire. The hood is over her head, she looking into the flame of one of the candles. It illuminates her face


Katie Anderson: Last week I said that the old Katie Anderson was dead, that things needed to change. But what happened? Yet another loss, yet more anger and frustration….where is any of this getting me?

She leans forward slightly glaring into the camera.

Katie Anderson: When you've fallen as far as I have, both personally and professionally what is there to look forward to? When you've hurt everyone who care about you over and over like I have, when are things going to change?

She scoffs as she continues looking into the camera.

Katie Anderson: I've lost so much in this business, not just matches, I lost friends, lovers, a wife, and now my manager, that one kinda hurts I thought she'd stick with me. But she did what she had to do for herself. I don't blame her.

A very slight smile plays on her lips.

Katie Anderson: The one bright spot, the one good thing I have going for me right now is Holly. When I get down on myself, even more than I am right now…she is the only one who cares enough to even ask how my day has been. Looking back over the years, it should have been her all along.

A faint almost inaudible chuckle can be heard.

Katie Anderson: I know many of you think "If is so bad, then why keep wrestling?" The answer is, even though I have been having such a hard time, I still love this business! I still love getting in the ring, it's one of my addictions, for the lack of a better word.

She stands with the candle still in hand

Katie Anderson: I said last week that the old Katie Anderson is dead, tonight will be a rebirth of sorts. I said I haven't always been a nice person. You'll a find out soon enough. My opponent will do d out very soon….I am not here to play games. Things change tonight.

She blows the candle out, she walks out the door as the camera fades to black.

Rei Park vs. Katie Anderson

The match start with Rei Park in her usual serious mood, as Katie plays to the crowd, blowing kisses, and taunting them, outlining her body with her hands. Anderson hops up and down, leaving her open to getting taken off of her feet with a clothesline, that leads into a jumping DDT as Rei keeps a grip on Katie’s neck. Anderson struggles and flails on her way down and the official warns Park about grabbing Anderson’s neck. Park just drops Katie on her back and shrugs. Anderson rolls around angry and in pain. Katie hops up, punts Park in the gut and pulls her into a tilt a-whirl slam! Katie tries a float over for the cover but Park is already unloading with stiff strikes. She gets up and monkey flips Anderson into the corner, then follows up with a running high knee! But iit completely wiffs! Park wraps her leg around the ring post, as Katie dives out of the way! Katie gets the upper hand here, rubbing it in, grinding the palm of her hand into Park’s face! Katiie dog walks her across the ring, before bringing her up for a powerslam!

The match goes back and forth from here, with Katie Anderson taking advantage of her slightly size and weight advantage to hoss Rei Park around the ring, while Park takes the speed advantage to land several devastating highflyer moves! It seems pretty evenly matched, with Anderson stopping occasionally to taunt the ground, or grind Rei’s face into the mat to make her point! With Park mostly focused on fighting the damn match and using her smallness to fiend off Katie’s strength advantage. Rei takes control of the match again, when she skids her way out of Katie’s attempt to throw her into the ring post, she bounces back with vicious axe kicks, and keeps Katie on the figurative ropes, a discus elbow smash and a slingblade to get Katie across the ring and keep her there. Park keeps control for awhile, making Katie pay for literally rubbing her face in it with an absolute barrage of flippy showy maneuvers, those fast high-flying strikes and throws. A flipping neckbreaker and implant DDT give Rei enough to cover but!


Nope! Katie Anderson kicks out and nails Park in the head with several elbows before Park can get away. Katie seemed to take the time that Park was in control of the match quite personally. She locked in a side headlock and again dragged Park around the ring, feeding her a steady diet of forearms and elbows to the head if the other woman tried to get uppity about it. She transitions the side headlock into a running bulldog that takes Park back to the ground. Anderson rolls her over, going for some ground and pound, obviously trying to impress upon Park that this match was a bad idea for her. Katie pulls a dazed Park to her feet and swings her into the ropes, as Park comes off Katie hits her with the spinebuster! Park is down but Anderson wants to put a lid on it, so she pops herself back up and hits Park with the Bad Street Blues (Curbstomp)! Katie roars and instantly drops down for the cover, hooking the leg!

We come back to the arena after the commercials showing the commentators at ringside, but before they can talk, the lights go off and a voice echoes around the arena.


“Chaos is My Life” by The Exploited blasts onto the sound system as the lights go back on and Johnny Towers along with Sid Robinson and Tyler Brown are seen in the crowd who are cascading the three of them with boos, some bolder fans sticking their middle fingers up at them making them laugh as they walk down to the ringside area.

Nick Hanson: Oh God, not this man again. I can't stand to see Towers after his actions of late.

Jim Reynolds: Yeah… Even for me, he has been going a bit too far at times.

As he says this, the men reach the ringside area and jump over the barricade. Johnny Towers walks over to the commentary table as the other two reach under the ring and grab a couple of chairs from underneath the apron, throwing them into the ring.

Nick Hanson: HEY, WHAT ARE YOU--!

Before he can finish his sentence, Towers shouts

Johnny Towers: SHUT THE FUCK UP, WANKER! GIMME YOUR CHAIR!

Practically lifting Nick up with one hand, Towers grabs the chair from underneath him and drags it around the table before picking it up. He lifts it up for Sid to grab and place it in the ring next to the other chairs before grabbing a microphone from the table and sliding into the ring as the music fades out. He moves and sits on the chair he stole from Nick as the fans continue to boo the man.

Johnny Towers: Now ain't ya all fucking happy to see us.

Another cascade of boos pour onto them from the fans, but the trio just sits there, soaking up every bit of it.

Johnny Towers: Now fellas, we’re here for a bit of movie time, ain't we? Now.

He pulls out three small bottles of Jameson's whiskey from his jacket pockets and hands them out to Sid and Tyler.

Johnny Towers: I know! Let's see Collision's greatest hits. So… let’s start with this.

The screen lights up and it shows Jonny Towers beating up Ryan Peters in his match the previous week, hitting the pop-up European uppercut into his finisher.

Johnny Towers: Ahh, that was satisfying, getting my chance at the title and beating daddy's boy in the meantime. Man, that was fun! Now let's get into some of the best shots of the night, shall we boys?

They cut to a shot of Tren Descarrilado down on all fours with blood running down his face.

Johnny Towers: Now that is fun. Fucker has been looking down at me since day one. Don't it make a change when someone gets humbled? Now check out this impact.

The fans boo as we see Johnny hitting his move Call U Next Tuesday on Tren driving his face and body into a chair with a sickening thud as the three are sitting in the ring drinking their whisky and laughing their heads off.

Johnny Towers: Oh, now that one’s got to hurt! Oh, I forgot… Tren the Tank Engine don't feel pain, but he wasn't getting up after that, was he? Gonna be the same when it comes to Ascension the third. It's gonna be the same result, ain't I right boys?

They both agree and they clink the bottles together and take a swig of whisky. As the boos continue, a new clip shows Johnny hitting Danni Anderson with FUBAR!

Johnny Towers: Oh yeah, I forgot about that wench. That was fun, but you know, it also reminds me about my favorite part of the night. ROLL THE CLIP!

The screen then shows Damon Cross getting held up and beaten up by Towers as half the fans boo and the other fans chant Damon's name.

Johnny Towers: Hold on, this is my favorite bit.

They all start laughing as it shows Towers lifting up Cross and throwing him headfirst through the windshield of the hot rod.

Johnny Towers: Oh man, that's classic! Hey guys, get that bit and put it on a loop.

They do so as Johnny, Sid, and Tyler almost fall over with how much they are laughing as the fans chant “WE WANT DAMON!” This causes Towers to gain his composure a little, pointing out at the fans while laughing now.

Johnny Towers: Ya fuckers think he's here? That's hilarious. Listen, he ain't here. What did ya think would happen? You chant the daffy cunt’s name and he just happens to get over that beating and come out here? Get a fucking clue, people.

As the boos continue to rain upon the trio in the ring, they return to viewing the gathering of video clips. The next one shows Towers burning the golden mask with a Latin cross over the left eye -- Leina’s biological father’s signature mask. Mysteriously, a cloaked figure moves through the crowd, and they’re holding something within the right sleeve. Once they jump over the barricade, the item in question slides down the sleeve and it’s clutched in their right hand.

Nick Hanson: Hey, who is that?

Jim Reynolds: Is that… a baseball bat?!

Wielding a pink metallic baseball bat with the word SPARKLE in bright blue, the cloaked figure jumps onto the ring apron and rushes in, striking the back of Sid’s head! This forces him to slump over, getting the attention of both Johnny and Tyler next to him.

Johnny Towers: What the fuck!?

There’s no warning as the cloaked figure-- who is definitely smaller than the men-- wildly swings for Johnny’s face! At the last second, however, Tyler shoves Johnny out of the ring and takes the full hit to the sternum, falling over in pain. Out of the ring, Johnny’s quick to recuperate and turn towards the mysterious figure who remains inside of the ring. Their free hand moves up and lowers the hood of the cloak…

Jim Reynolds: HOLY SHIT, IT’S DANNI!

Nick Hanson: Mrs. Danielle Debaillion has come for divine retribution!

The fans are absolutely CRAZY about it! Their cheers reach deafening levels as the Semper Fairy glares at Johnny and beckons him to get in the ring. He just stares at her, obviously angry at her, but after taking a couple of steps towards the ring, Tyler painstakingly shouts at him.

Tyler Brown: Don't you fucking do it! Get out of here! We got this!

Nodding, Towers starts to walk away from the ring. Anderson narrows her eyes at Towers before she turns her attention to Sid and Tyler.

Danni Anderson: No… you don’t.

Her voice is unusually cold, it’s eerie. Twirling the bat in her right hand, she waits for both men to get up before she strikes them back down, one heavy hit after another! While the fans are in full support of Danni’s actions, there are some who are a little taken aback by this violent side of her. The younger audience members are especially concerned. Leaning over the ropes that face the ramp, Danni points her bat at Johnny. She shouts loud enough a nearby camera’s microphone picks up her words.

Danni Anderson: HEY! C’MON, C’MON! Are you going to save your friends or are they just your bloody scapegoats?!

Obviously pissed off Johnny is pacing back and forth and before he can get in the ring a wall of security goes in and stops Towers from getting to the ring.

Johnny Towers: GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY WAY! I’m gonna kill this bitch!

But they refuse to budge. Danielle is not satisfied with this. She turns towards Sid and Tyler who are very slow to get up. The moment they’re barely on their feet, the petite woman swings and bashes their ribs, forcing them to double over and collapse onto the mat. Despite the tears welling up in her eyes, her facial features are intense as she begins to attack them while they’re down! Now some of the fans are becoming more concerned.

Nick Hanson: T-this is not a side of Mrs. Debaillion we’ve ever seen before! I don’t like this…

Jim Reynolds: Well, I do! Fuckin’ get ‘em, Danni!

Nick Hanson: Come on, Jim! This isn’t right! …Hey, look!

Through the crowd, Ronnie Lester comes running out and quickly grabs Danni, knocking the bat loose from her grasp in the process.

Ronnie “Wicked” Lester: Come on, now ain’t the time to be tryin’ to be a one-woman army…

Initially, Danielle’s reaction is to struggle in Ronnie’s arms. Even with the cheers of the fans, she’s able to hear his words and she soon recognizes it’s her fellow Crusade member. Her daughter calls him Uncle Ron. Finally, the tears slowly trail down her flushed cheeks and she trembles softly. She stares at the pain she’s inflicted on Sid and Tyler. They’re battered, bruised, and there’s even some blood.

Danni Anderson: Oh God…

Her hands move up and slightly clutch Ronnie’s arms.

Ronnie “Wicked” Lester: It’s alright… shit ain’t gone totally sideways… Everything’s gonna be fine, Miss Danni…

His words are able to calm her down. She nods slowly before she lowers her hands. Towers yells at both Anderson and Lester as he’s forced to the backstage area by security. “Overtime” by Cash Cash plays from the PA system and the majority of the fans are cheering. A couple of EMTs move in to check on Sid and Tyler as Anderson retrieves her bat. She and Lester dismiss themselves through the crowd. Of course, a few of the fans are able to tag them as they leave.

Jim Reynolds: Holy shit, I… I don’t have the words. That… was TOTALLY WICKED!

Nick Hanson: Thank God for Ronnie Lester. I know Sid and Tyler are bad people, but that beatdown was a little extreme.

Jim Reynolds: C’mon, Nick. Danni’s avenging her husband! After the shit Johnny and his goons did to Damon?!

Nick Hanson: I-I know, Jim. I know… I just hope we don’t see this side of Mrs. Debaillion again.

Jessi Ozborne vs. Milisandre Crowthorne ©

Ozborne and Crowthorne start off slow, going for a Collar-and-Elbow Tie Up! The two seem evenly matched to start, but a bit of tentative movement from Ozborne allows the champion to gain control, with Crowthorne pushing Ozborne back into the corner! The official steps in, instructing Crowthorne to release the hold and let Ozborne out of the corner, to which she acquiesces after a four count! Ozborne regains her bearings now, circling the ring with Crowthorne once again, before attempting to catch her by surprise! She swoops around the champion, getting a Waistlock on her before looking for a Shoot Throw to send her to the mat! But Crowthorne is having none of it, catching Ozborne as she lifts with a Snapmare, before applying a deep Top Wristlock on her as she’s seated on the mat! Ozborne is in trouble now, with Crowthorne’s grip tightening on her arm! She eventually finds a route to escape, gradually making her way back up to her feet before digging a few Elbows into Crowthorne’s midsection and taking her to the mat with an Arm Drag! Crowthorne quickly makes it to her feet, immediately rushing towards Ozborne and getting thrown to the mat with a second Arm Drag! Crowthorne gets to her feet once more, this time looking for a Lariat to get the jump on Ozborne! But she ducks underneath it, capturing the swinging arm of Crowthorne and wrenching it before running over to the ropes! She climbs up to the top rope, doing a sitting springboard off with Crowthorne in tow in order to hit another Arm Drag!

Ozborne rolls up to her knees, thinking she’s got the upper hand on Crowthorne in the process! However, she looks over to her side and spots Crowthrone, kneeling right there alongside her and still as fresh as ever! Ozborne gets to her feet, with Crowthorne following her up while perfectly mirroring her movements in the process! Ozborne looks on at her opposition, this time with a bit of apprehension and visible self-doubt! Crowthorne cuts into the stillness, raising an arm to Ozborne and inviting her to initiate a Test of Strength! Ozborne tentatively accepts, drawing her right hand slowly closer to Crowthrone’s before locking them up! Crowthorne raises her other hand, waiting for her to accept that one as well! But the usually sweet, fair Ozborne catches Crowthorne out of left field, pulling a tactic out of her mentor’s arsenal by going for Arm Wrench to catch the champion off guard! She pushes Crowthorne out, hoping to drive her to the mat with a Shoulder Block! But Crowthorne gets around her, transitioning into a Waistlock on Ozborne before dumping her on the mat with a German Suplex! She bridges for the pin!


Kick out by Ozborne! She rolls to her feet as Crowthrone’s laid out on the mat, jumping up and connecting with a Double Stomp to her hands! Crowthorne recoils, sitting up and clutching at her hands before Ozborne comes back in with a Kick to her back! The shot sends shockwaves up Crowthrone’s spine as she recoils again, this time getting to her knees on the mat as Ozborne catches her with a Knee Lift! Crowthorne is faltering now as she kneels on the mat, leaving an opening for Ozborne to capitalize! She hits the ropes, looking for another move to Crowthorne, only for her to pop back up to her feet and level her with a Lariat! She goes for another pin!


Kick out by Ozborne! Crowthorne gets her to her feet, looking for an Irish Whip into the ropes! But Ozborne reverses, wrenching the arm of Crowthorne and catching her with a Boot to the midsection to hunch her over! She hits the ropes, looking for a Sunset Flip Powerbomb! But Crowthorne catches her right out of it, taking her straight down to the mat with an Alabama Slam! She immediately transitions, pouncing down right onto Ozborne and applying a Knee Bar! Ozborne is in trouble now, in the center of the ring with nowhere to go! She reaches for the ropes to no avail, all as Crowthorne continues to twist the contort her right leg in order to induce more agony! Ozborne plants a hand on the mat, very slowly scooting herself towards the ropes as the pain begins to shoot up her spine! She just barely manages to get a few of her fingers on the bottom rope, with the official immediately responding by telling Crowthorne to break the hold! Crowthorne doesn’t let up however, rapidly twisting and contorting Ozborne’s right leg as the referee begins the five count! She eventually lets go right at four, getting to her feet with her leg still in hold before repeatedly going for Knee Drops right on Ozborne’s thigh, knee, and calf! Ozborne is screaming out in pain now as the official comes to check on her! He asks if Ozborne will be able to continue, but before she even has a chance to answer, Crowthorne swoops in, hitting Ozborne with a Sliding Dropkick that sends her out of the ring under the bottom rope! She follows Ozborne out of the ring as she begins to get up, grabbing hold of her and rushing her across the ringside area before throwing her into the barricade! She rolls back into the ring as the referee count kicks off for Ozborne!


Ozborne is still grounded at ringside, not even making a move as the referee’s count continues on!


Ozborne begins to stir now, slowly making a crawl back to the ring, yet not seeming to be close enough to make it to the ring on time!


Ozborne is still nowhere close, deciding to make a leap of faith towards the ring in order to make it back in!


Ozborne leaps in at the very last second, much to the surprise of Crowthorne! She immediately collapses to the mat, clearly still out of it as Crowthorne gets her to her feet, throwing her to the ropes with an Irish Whip! Ozborne returns to Crowthorne, catching her by surprise via sliding in between her legs to evade her! She hits the ropes now, catching Crowthorne off guard as she turns around by hitting her with a SPEAR!! Ozborne runs in like a bullet and manages to take Crowthorne to the mat! She goes for the pin!


Kick out by Crowthorne! Ozborne goes for the corner, popping up to the top rope and going for The End! The Moonsault Double Stomp fails to connect, however, with Crowthorne moving out of the way! Ozborne lands on her feet, slightly buckling on her bad leg before rushing after the champion as she tries to get up! But Crowthorne catches her, throwing her into the corner with an Exploder Suplex! She throws Ozborne out of the corner, taking to the second rope before going for a Leg Drop! Ozborne rolls out of the way now, getting to her feet before rolling over a seated Crowthorne for a Jackknife Pin!


Crowthorne kicks out of the move at the very last moment, but it’s too little too late, with the referee getting the full count! Ozborne scouts away from Crowthorne on the mat, eyes nearly popping out of her head as she can’t believe what she had just done! Crowthorne pops up to her feet, meeting Ozborne’s gaze with a look of violent anger! Ozborne quickly realizes what she’s gotten herself into, quickly getting to her feet and rushing after Crowthrone to regain an advantage! She ducks under a Lariat attempt, hitting the ropes and going for another Spear! But Crowthorne reverses, throwing a Knee Strike straight to Ozborne’s skull in midair! Ozborne collapses to the mat, with Crowthorne, immediately following her and nailing her with strike after strike to the top of the head! She then redirects her attention to that damaged leg fo Ozborne, dropping Knee after Knee to it as Ozborne screams out in pain once again! She gets Ozborne to her feet, throwing her into the ropes once again with an Irish Whip! Ozborne thinks on her feet, hooking her arms on the top rope to avoid running back to Crowthorne now! She beckons Crowthorne over, looking to lure her in for a move of her own! But Crowthorne is already prepared for her, rushing in with an eerie quickness to hit a Leaping Knee to her midsection against the ropes! She hits the ropes again now, looking to hit another move to Ozborne, but she reverses, throwing Crowthorne over the top rope with a Back Body Drop! She sees an opportunity now, running the ropes as Crowthorne gets to her feet for a Suicide Dive! But Crowthorne catches her with a Knee just as her head peeks out, leaving her draped on the middle rope! She capitalizes, grabbing the head of Ozborne and nailing her with a Neckbreaker on the apron! Ozborne looks out of it now as Crowthorne rolls her back into the ring and goes for the pin!


Kick out by Ozborne! Crowthorne looks livid now as Ozborne just looks far off, not even seeming to know where she is! Crowthorne is done playing with her prey, getting her to her feet and going for PATH OF HASTUR!! ABDOMINAL STRETCH RANHEI CONNECTS!! Crowthorne with the pin!


Kick out by Ozborne! Crowthorne’s anger turns into slight disbelief at Ozborne’s resiliency! She gets to her feet, looking down at Ozborne as fire seems to grow in her eye! She gets to her feet, with Crowthorne looking for Bow Down! Ozborne evades the Double Knee Facebuster however, catching Crowthorne out of midair and quickly throwing her to the mat with a Sit Out Powerbomb! Crowthorne rolls to her knees with Ozborne up and hitting the ropes! She runs over to her as Crowthorne fully gets up, hitting the SIX SHOOTER!! RUNNING, STANDING SHINING WIZARD CONNECTS!! SHE JUST GOT ALL OF KAI MORGAN’S FINISHER!! She buckles a bit on the mat, the move obviously taking a toll on her damaged leg as she clutches it! She crawls over to Crowthorne, going for the pin!


Kick out by Crowthorne! An audible gasp can be heard throughout the Coliseum! The fan certainly thought that one would’ve done it! Ozborne remains undeterred however, climbing up to the top rope as the fans rally behind her, wanting to see the young upstart pull off the impossible here! She leaps from the top rope, going for a Shooting Star Press! But Crowthrone rolls just outside of the splash, leaving Ozborne to land on her face on the mat! She gets a hold on Ozborne’s arm, twisting her into position before locking her into a modified Rings of Saturn she names CALL OF THE ELDRITCH!! CROWTHORNE HAS IT IN!! Ozborne’s in the center of the ring with nowhere to go, but that hardly even matters! The hold looks sickening, with Ozborne not even having a free arm to tap out with! The official asks if she wants to continue the match, to which Ozborne immediately and vehemently yells “NO! NO! I QUIT! I QUIT!” The referee calls for the bell! This one’s over!


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

Nick Hanson: And The Herald of the Great Dreamer retains the title!! What a performance by Jessi Ozborne, though!

Jim Reynolds: What a beating that little twerp took!!

Nick Hanson: Oh c’mon, now. You’ve gotta give it to her! She put up one hell of a fight! She pinned the champion!

Jim Reynolds: Sure, once out of three times! Not quite close enough and definitely no cigar!

Nick Hanson: You’re insufferable at times…most of the time.

Jim Reynolds: Goodnight, everybody!

Nick Hanson: Yes, that’s our time for tonight, folks. For Jim Reynolds, I’m Nick Hanson! So long, ladies and gentlemen!