NFW Collision #131! 05/10/2022!

We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we see a very confident Crystal Zdunich. She smiles warmly as she looks right at the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: Evening to all of my blossoming roses out there. Can I just say that I feel exceptionally well standing in front of all of you tonight?! It wasn’t that long before I wrestled at the big show and I managed to pull out that necessary win over River. It was a win that I not only wanted but something I really needed! It moved me in the right direction and now I truly feel like I am where I need to be.

Crystal takes a deep breath before smirking and speaking some more.

Crystal Zdunich: Anyway as you saw at the PPV I have a brand new manager. Well she isn’t new to me per-say but she will be having a special eye on all of my matches. She will be right by my side and she is somebody that I hold dearly. So let me introduce you all to my lovely counterpart. My other third, my wife Seleana!

Seleana walks into the shot and waves to the camera.

Seleana Zdunich: Hej!

Crystal Zdunich: My wife is stunning and more just having legs and certainly knowing how to USE them she is going to be coaching me and leading me to the promised land. Ironically we haven’t really had tons of chances to really work together so it’s going to be so amazing having her right there. I know that I still have many more wins left in me and I will ascend high throughout the card. I will become a superstar even though I know I already am. Whereas I might not have a Boardwalk Angel by my side I definitely have my angel… Together we are the Hollywood Angels and nothing soars as high as an angel does!

Seleana Zdunich: Flyg, ängel, flyg!

Crystal Zdunich: Tonight I have a match ahead of us. I honestly didn’t expect to be on the card but it seemed that Dane ran his mouth and the two of us are going to be locking up with one another. All I know is I can’t afford to lose matches especially after getting a major one. I need to keep the momentum going, and with everything inside of me I am going to give him all that I got. I need to be faster, I need to be stronger, and most of all I need to be the best!

Seleana Zdunich: Jag gör inga höns av fjädrar. Du är bäst. Du kommer alltid att vara bäst och jag älskar dig! Nu ska du visa världen vad du kan!

Crystal grins as she looks back at her wife.

Crystal Zdunich: Isn’t that accent just attractive?! Anyway tonight is all about making an impact. It’s about continuing to establish something. I will do whatever it takes to get there and I definitely won’t be stopped by some new guy joining NFW. Tonight I will put the Zdunich name on the map on Collision and everybody else will see that I won’t be stopped no matter what comes my way!

With that Crystal kisses her wife as we go to ringside
As the show returns from a break, following the match, The Amity Affliction’s “Pittsburgh” comes on over the PA system. As the first verse kicks in, the Behold the Kingdom banner fills the tron screen and Morgan Payne comes out of the tunnel in her street clothes with a sense of purpose in her step.

Nick Hanson: Here comes the self proclaimed Ace of the New Frontier!

Jim Reynolds: Self proclaimed, my ass! She IS the Ace of New Frontier and everybody better recognize that fact!

Morgan makes it to the ring and circles around towards the ring announcer and the time keeper. She’s not wasting any time doing her usual weight throwing as she just snatches the microphone out of Roger Arden’s hand and rolls into the ring where she pops up to her feet.

Morgan Payne: Cut the gahdamn music an’ shut da fuck up. Errybody!

This, of course, gets the crowd booing louder, trying to egg her on but Morgan completely ignores them and guides her angered gaze right on the stage.

Morgan Payne: I ain’t come aht here to bitch an’ complain abaht Ascension. I ain’t tryina come up wif excuses on why I took an L to Cass Baumer. It’s plain as fuckin’ day what happened!

She lowers the mic, angrily pacing around the ring for a moment as she lets the fans get their obnoxiousness out of their system.

Morgan Payne: But nah see, dis ain’t abaht me gettin’ cheated outta a win. I could give a fuck abaht dat but honestly, I don’t. Dis is abaht somethin’ bigger an’ it has to do wif you: ARIANRHOD!!

The crowd volume actually quiets down a bit as Morgan now has their attention.

Morgan Payne: I know you heard what I said last week. I know you got yer eyes on me next. If you think you gonna cut through da entire Kingdom in some whack ass attempt to do what so many others have tried and failed at. Why don’chu stop fuckin’ arahnd an’ bring ya ass aht here! ‘Cuz I’ve had it up to here–

She levels her other hand above her head.

Morgan Payne: --wif da gahdamn mind games. I’ve had it up to here wif da little social media rhymes. And I’ve had it up to here wif you usin’ Lily as yer gahdamn plaything. If ya think I ain’t mean what I said last week, why don’chu come aht here an’ try me! ‘Cuz I ain’t goin’ anywhere til you and me’s face to face.

She lowers the microphone and leans against the top rope, watching the stage with sheer intensity in her eyes. Waiting. At first nothing happens.

Morgan Payne: I got all fuckin’ night, Dark Fairy. I’ll hijack dis whole gahdamn show if I have to an’ ain’t a gahdamn thing anybody in da back can do abaht it.

Morgan waits a moment longer. Still nothing.

Morgan Payne: All fuckin’ night, Arianrhod. ALL! FUCKIN’! NIGHT! TRY ME!!

As Morgan finishes up, the tron flickers to life in a darkened room. We see the familiar light blue hair of Lilith Meadows, but her back is turned to the camera. She’s on her knees and it sounds like she’s crying in pain.

Lilith Meadows: Morggy… h…help…We have her trapped inside…we need you… We can’t hold her back much longer…

As she finishes, the tron goes black once again and we flash back to Morgan. She looks a bit conflicted as she steps back from the ropes and finally cracks a forced smile.

Jim Reynolds: Oh no, Nicky! Lily’s in trouble!

Nick Hanson: I…it would seem that way!

Morgan brings up the mic again.

Morgan Payne: Dat’s a nice touch, but I told ya already. I ain’t fuckin’ playin’ yer games anymore. You want me? Get aht here. NOW!

She lowers the microphone again and waits a moment. Nothing happens and as the seconds pass, we start to see Morgan looking more conflicted. Another moment passes before she finally caves and drops the microphone to the mat. She rolls out of the ring and goes running up towards the stage, disappearing back through the tunnel.

Nick Hanson: I don’t think that was a ruse, Jim! I think there may be a chance! Morgan better hurry!

Jim Reynolds: Go, Morgan, go! Can we get a camera back there?!

The cameras jump backstage and we find Morgan brisk walking through the halls, checking every door and around every corner.

Morgan Payne: Lily? …Lily?! …LILY!! WHERE ARE YOU?!

Lilith Meadows: M…Morggy… down here…We’re losin control… HURRY!

Lil’s voice echoes from the end of the hallway as Morgan is seen peeking through a door and then looking right in that direction.

Nick Hanson: It sounds like she doesn’t have much time. She’s so close!

Jim Reynolds: Hurry up, Morgan! Save The Kingdom and Lil!

Morgan takes off running - no, SPRINTING - in the direction Lilith’s voice was heard. The camera man actually has a little trouble catching up with her as she takes off like a bat out of hell.

Morgan Payne: Lili!! LILI!!!!!!

As Morgan takes off running, a large truss comes dropping down from the ceiling. Morgan looks up just in time and is able to leap out of the way, rolling and getting up to her feet as Arianrhod walks out from the doorway, a sinister grin on her face before she begins laughing maniacally.

Arianrhod: We know she is the glue, but everyone will forever be blue. You are the next one up to bat, but soon, you will go SPLAT!

Arianrhod claps her hands together loudly as she begins to laugh once again. She snaps her fingers and in the blink of an eye, Morgan is left standing there alone in the hallway. After a few tense seconds, she flies into an absolute rage, yelling, screaming, cursing, throwing anything she can get her hands on that isn’t nailed down. The camera man backs away to avoid getting smacked with something.

Nick Hanson: What in the world?! Was it a baiting game the whole time?!

Jim Reynolds: Jesus, Nicky…I think Arianrhod might finally have the Kingdom’s number!!

Morgan’s rage filled tantrum continues as the scene cuts away.
It’s kind of an odd sight, back in the locker room area… or at least an odd sound. To most folks, it would sound like a woman being attacked and fighting back. But upon the camera peering around the corner past the open door, a different scenario would be revealed. Javier Cortez, wearing target gloves on each hand, is perspiring through a sleeveless spandex top and track pants as he tries to keep up with the fast hands of his manager and fiancee, Carmen Viviana Esquivel. The former Queen of Miami is really laying into the targets, being very vocal with her efforts. Off to the side, sitting on the back of the sofa, Juan Cortez is watching them between glances at his phone.

Juan Cortez: Yo, big sis! Don’t whip my brother’s ass over there! We still got shit to do tonight!

He cackles at his own joke as Carmen, smirking in Juan’s direction, lays in a few deceptively hard blows that make Javier wince just slightly.

Carmen Viviana Esquivel: Worried, hermantio? How about you take his place, eh?

Now it’s Javier’s turn to smirk, but he’s smart enough to not say anything as Carmen barely pauses to snipe back at his twin before lacing into the targets anew. Juan chortles and waves off the absurd idea.

Juan Cortez: ’Ey, I ain’t lookin’ to get messed up! You’d quick-draw me and leave me with a shiner! The ladies would never forgive you!

Javier Cortez: If you’re scared, ese, say so!

Carmen Viviana Esquivel: That… sounds… like a… challenge!

Both Javier and Carmen laugh at that one and Juan, despite chuckling again, flushes a bit.

Juan Cortez: Hell no. This is y’all’s bonding time. Have at it.

He goes back to his phone and Javier winks at Carmen, who almost responds by nailing him in the jaw, but he gets his hand up just in time, making a kissy-face at her in response. For a second she looks like she wants to level him, but his low-key charm wins and she just shakes her head.

Carmen Viviana Esquivel: You two are lucky I like you.

Javier Cortez: Just like?

Carmen Viviana Esquivel: Don’t push it!

The three have their bonding moment again, whereupon a knock comes to the open door. The camera turns to spot Damon Cross standing there, though how long he’d been watching is up for debate upon seeing how amused he appears.

Damon Cross: I’m not interrupting a wholesome moment, am I?

Laughter ensues and La Lealtad es Todo welcomes their friend into the room. Damon enters, drawing the door to but not closed, clapping his hands in front of him.

Damon Cross: Right to the point: the four-way tonight to determine the next challengers to the tag team titles. All eyes need to be on that match. Especially yours. This is what you’re up against, my friends. These four teams and, of course, Salacious Intent, the champions.

Javier Cortez: Oh, we been watchin’, homs. We’re takin’ ‘em all serious. You got my word.

Juan Cortez: What my brother said, jefe. Wait… you don’t think we were just gonna stick around caterin’ or somethin’, right?

Damon Cross: Not at all. But there’s a big difference between watching a match on television or YouTube and seeing it in person. The little details that the cameras and commentary leave out is what you’re after. You know this already, Carmen, exemplary manager that you are. But I want all three of you up front. Just to watch, though. Don’t let any of these people try to egg you into a fight, something you know at least half of them will do. Remember… you’re the X-Factor… the wild cards. You’ll get your chance and you’ll get it on your time, not theirs.

The three gobble up this information. It’s one thing to hear it over the phone or via e-mail and the like. It’s another to have one’s hero impart advice up close and personal. Carmen, deciding that she’s finished with her personal training, sheds her gloves, as does Javier. Juan puts away his phone, getting off the couch.

Damon Cross: There’s still time, though. Grab a shower, change clothes, hit catering… where I urgently recommend the spicy shrimp stew… do whatever you need to in order to hone your focus. Then head out there and see what you can see. Your first match here will happen soon and I want the whole world to see the talent that I’ve known about for a long time already.

The group bump fists before Damon nods and leaves them to prepare. The entire tone of the moment has changed, as the Cortez twins have their game faces on and Carmen? You can already see the wheels turning in her head.
Amanda Thorn: Ladies and gentlemen...

Poor Thorn coughs due to all the vape.

Amanda Thorn: ...unfortunately, at this time, welcome Subie Bruh and Ford Tough...

Of course, up walks the Vapemeister herself, complete with entourage. El Honda Civic looks particularly upset.

Subie Bruh: Dude bruh, like... are we facing a fuckin' charity case, bruh?

Amanda Thorn: ...No, Subie.

Subie Bruh: Like, they call themselves the foundation, bruh, usually that means, like... make-a-wish or some shit.

Amanda Thorn: They're not that kind of foundation, Subie.

Subie Bruh: Dude, i'm not about, like... beating up kids with cancer, bruh. bruh, i'm not gonna, like... go up to a kid and slap 'em, bruh. that's not what graps are all about, dude. bruh, i don't care if it's their, like, dying wish, i'm not fuckin' slappin' a kid

Amanda Thorn: What if I told you they touched your Impreza?

Subie Bruh: Bruh, as long as they don't, like... try to rob me like that one guy who wolverined me? I don't give a shit

Amanda Thorn: OK, what if they robbed you?

Subie Bruh: THEN I'd prolly slap the shit out of them, yeah.

Amanda Thorn: OK, then The Foundation tried to rob you!

Subie Bruh: Bruh, let's go slap those charity cases, dudes. Show those cancer bois that you don't fuck with my Impreza. let's just not catch it while we're in there, tho

Ford Tough go out just as the PA speakers yell "BAAAM!" Predictably, Thorn is simply just frustrated.

Amanda Thorn: ...Good talk, Subie...

With that, the view fades to the ring...
Still a touch banged up and bruised from the last few weeks, the new Silver Mountain Champion, Jonna Austin, was sitting in a plush chair in a room in her home. She wasn’t on the card, so she had decided to appear via satellite. While she seemed to be stitch-free, the cuts where the stitches had been were mostly healed though one or two of them still had a little healing to go. The Silver Mountain Championship was draped across the woman’s shoulder, a satisfied grin on her face as she waited to speak.

Jonna Austin: Two weeks ago, I was set to face off against Milasandre Crowthorne. I said I would take her down, that I would bring honor and the legacy back to this championship. I’ve already succeeded in doing part of that…I took her down, I took this championship away from someone that didn’t respect the legacy and meaning behind it. Now I’ve been quiet the last couple of weeks minus a few tweets here and there, but look at what my body had been through…a handicap match at Collision, an AFW show, Kasey Kash’s deathmatch birthday bash, then Ascension. To say I was banged up and hurting would be an extreme understatement, so I’m thankful for the couple of weeks I’ve had off to rest and relax.

Jonna shifted in the chair a bit, getting more comfortable as she paused. The woman was antsy to get back in the ring, but at the same time, she was thankful for the last couple of weeks off in order to heal up some. A bit of bustling could be heard in the background, and she quickly glanced back but no one was seen in the view of the camera. Christina Olson’s and Felicia Ballesteros’ voices could vaguely be heard, though what they were saying couldn’t be understood.

Jonna Austin: You see…I wasn’t going to sit back and let the Silver Mountain Championship be renamed, be disgraced by someone that didn’t know, or know someone that did know and care about, Vlad Blackheart. Something needed to be done…for Morgan Payne, for what was done to Danni Anderson, and for the man that the title was meant to honor. I made sure I would be the person to take care of the issue. This championship WILL have its proper legacy returned to it, and it WILL mean something once again. I don’t care what it takes or who I have to go through in order to make sure that happens.

The new champion smirked as she spoke, a light in her eyes as she glanced from the camera to the title and then back towards the camera. She lightly patted the main plate of the belt, the smirk being replaced with a light smile. The sound of Felicia’s sultry voice could be heard calling Jonna to come to the kitchen, and the Texas native smiled brighter than she already had been.

Jonna Austin: Well as you can hear, I’m being called elsewhere. I’ll leave you all with this…to the fans, I promise to be one Hell of a fighting champion. To those that knew and loved Vlad Blackheart, I hope I’m able to do his name justice while I hold this championship. Finally, to the rest of the Collision roster…do your homework because you better damn believe that I will on anyone that gets put in my way. Whoever gets put in front of me will get taken down, point-blank. I’m officially putting you all on notice…I’m not going anywhere anytime soon, so get used to seeing me around with this title on my shoulder.

Jonna grinned and winked towards the camera before she got up, turning the camera off and ending the live feed.
The scene comes up to a celebration in the backstage area. At the head of a long table, sitting side by side with the tag belts hanging above them, Abigail Lindsey and Sela-Rica Lark enjoy and mingle with many others. Sela turns to the camera.

Sela Rica-Lark: Well, well. Look who finally showed up! Welcome, welcome to… the celebration!

A confirming whoop goes up from the gathered guests.

Sela Rica-Lark: Now, one year and change seems like a long time to wait for some. In this business, to make such an impact and only have been together for a year is actually slow. Separate, we were formidable. Serenity Now and the Force of Nature. But together, we began carving our future. Yet we were distracted many times, overlooked others. It became something of a running joke. The Queens who would be.

Sela's eyes glower at the camera.

Sela Rica-Lark: We said this year would be ours. We promised that we'd reshape this division and it starts tonight. While we revel tonight, four teams will trial. Dearest, tell them what they can expect.

Abigail doesn’t immediately launch into a speech. She takes her sweet time for dramatic effect. Once she clears her throat, she begins.

Abigail Lindsay: Gallus Mag already knows what to expect. Sela and I showing beyond a shadow of a reasonable doubt that we are in a league of our own. Fun fact, Knocking Gallus Mag out at Ascension III was inevitable, being the truthful, honest person that I am, putting them in their place felt a bit anticlimactic. The former champions didn’t respect us. Going on to claim that Ascension III was going to be a repeat of last years soiree. They ignored the progress we made. They ignored the fact we essentially cleaned the face of the tag team division so much that this company felt the need to beg more tag teams to be the playthings of Sela and I. What also made our victory even more anticlimactic is that Gallus was just too darn predictable. I admit I don’t want to be dragged across the ground on the back of a bike again...

Abigail shudders.

Abigail Lindsay: ... I knew shooting the fireball in Psycho’s face would set the stage for us ultimately choosing the stipulation that led to their demise. Gallus Mag aren’t bright. Dare I say they are mental midgets. In a battle of wits, especially without Sweet Lu Lu who was asleep at the wheel at his duties long before he couldn’t decide whose vagina he wanted to stick his dick in... without Luther, Gallus Mag ultimately showed how pedestrian they are. Yeah, yeah, I know, they are one of the four teams vying for a shot at us. I’m bored of Gallus, they served their purpose, if they do win, meh, we’ll prove once again why they don’t measure up. To all four teams vying for the right to fall to Salacious Intent, we’ll be watching, make it interesting, please, I don’t ask for much.

Sela Rica-Lark: And we'll be waiting for the outcome. It matters little who wins, but we want to be properly welcoming when whichever team wins. For my part, I'm hoping Gallus will want to play again, but any Playtime is good playtime.

Sela laughs and toasts to the party who return it before the scene fades out.
The camera opens backstage to find the Cornbread Mafia, Cameron Worley, Shawn Woley and their cousin, Big Bubba Thompson, in a corridor with many doors on both sides.

Cameron Worley: Now, Bubba, what did y’all see down here that meant we needed to come runnin’ almost all the way to the back door?

Shawn almost laughs.

Shawn Worley: He said somethin’ about a big ass brd, though I don't why they would bother with that no more. Cosmo’s on Thursdays now. Ain’t like you can sit here fuckin’ with him on Tuesdays no more.

Cameron shrugs.

Cameron Worley: You never know where his search might lead him.

Bubba shakes his head.

Big Bubba Thompson: No puggie here. Ain’t no puppies of any kind!

Cameron nods.

Cameron Worley: Well, come on then, let’s get back to the other room so we can get ready for…

Before he can finish the thought, two of the people they are to face off with in tonight’s main event, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and “Psycho “Saoirse Maguire, Gallus Mag, come around a corner out of a room and meet them almost perfectly face to face.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, ye bae gettin’ ready fer whot then, Lads?

Bruiser snarls.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: They’re probably off to get ready for the clusterfuck o’ a match we’re about to fuckin’ have to see who the number one contenders for those Tag Team titles ends up bein’... but trust us lads… all ya’ll will be gettin’ ready for is the biggest beatin’ o’ ya lives coz ya’ll are lookin’ at the number one contenders!

Bubba starts to frown in confusion but Cameron just pats his shoulder.

Cameron Worley: Don’t y’all worry none, Bubba, Miss Becca’s just a little ornery after losin’ them titles to Salacious Intent. I would be too.

Psycho nods and looks at Bubba.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, Bubba, it’ll bae a fight tae bae had but ye dinna bae naedin’ tae worry. It’s nay yer cousins we bae after.

Shawn smirks.

Shawn Worley: Y’all think they’ll be ringside then, watchin’ us beat the hell out of each other? Maybe try and pick the carcass of whoever’s left standin’?

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Makes no fuckin’ difference to us whether they are or not, lad. If they wanna showdown early? We’ll fuckin’ give it to ‘em, just like we always do!

Bruiser’s still got that snarl plastered across her face, she’s clearly ready for a fight.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: I’ll be straight with ya’ll. I have no fuckin’ idea how much longer I’ll be in that rin’ for, and I’ve already spent most o’ my fuckin’ career on the God damn sidelines helpin’ others realize my dream! So at this point in my career? I don’t give a shite about what anyone else wants except for two people… that bein’ Sorsh and myself! I’m done bein’ nice, I’m done helpin’ others… so ya’ll can stand here makin’ small talk until ya’ll are blue in the fuckin’ face, lads! I want my fuckin’ title back! And it don’t matter how many o’ ya’ll fuckers I gotta put down to make that happen, coz I’ll fuckin’ do it in heartbeat! And I’ll do it without any kinda remorse either! Understand?!

Bubba nods and walks over, hugging her out of nowhere.

Cameron Worley: Bubba.. Wait… shit….

Cameron and Shawn walk over and think about pulling the big man loose only for Psycho to shake her head and wave them off.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Bless ye, Lad. Ye go on back tae yer room an’ get ready, gonna bae naedin’ it!

Bubba nods happily, turns and does as Psycho’s asked. Cameron and Shawn follow him. Psycho turns to her wife and smirks.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Bex, ye still bae alive after tha death grip?

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: If that wasn’t Bubba… I’d say he was fuckin’ lucky to still be alive… but it’s Bubba.

The older Shieldmaiden then puts her hood up over her head.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Let’s go. We’ve got a fuckin’ match to win.
“Killing In The Name Of” continues to blast on throughout the arena as Aguero and Diaz celebrate their victory. The other three teams all collect themselves and start to congregate back in the ring, looking to offer congratulations but, from the tunnel, comes a slender built, snake of a man in a crisp black pinstripe suit. He just casually strolls onto the stage, smirking devilishly at the four teams in the ring. Second City Riot Squad, exhausted from a hard fought victory make their way out of the ring, more focused on celebrating with Jed Coffey before having a brief staredown with Salacious Intent. As they leave, there’s still the man in the suit on the stage, Smiling.
Nick Hanson: Is that…?

Jim Reynolds: Who the fuck is this creepy looking bastard?

Almost as if he can hear what’s being said, the man in the suit laughs and looks back towards the tunnel where he begins motioning for someone to come out. Out of the tunnel, a moment later, walks an absolute monster of a man, dressed in a dark, blood stained jumpsuit - his face completely obscured by a leather mask. In one hand, he’s dragging a filled body bag behind him.

Nick Hanson: Oh my god. what?!

Jim Reynolds: Who…Who…WHAT…the FUCK…is THAT, Nicky?!
The man in the suit starts walking towards the ring, motiong for the monstrous man to follow behind him. The big man in the mask lifts the body bag up onto his shoulder and lumbers down the steps, following his lead.

Nick Hanson: Jim, I…I know that gentleman. That’s Daedalus! He works over in UGWC!

Jim Reynolds: Well what the hell is he doing here and what the hell is that following him to the ring?!

Nick Hanson: I-I don’t know!

Jim Reynolds: Look at the size of that motherfucker!

Daedalus reaches the ring, grinning all the while at the three teams in the ring. He even looks past them at Salacious Intent and smiles before looking back at the three remaining teams that just finished wrestling. Nobody knows what to think at the moment as Daedalus directs the behemoth at his side into action. The masked giant steps up to the ring and sets the body bag down on the floor before climbing up and stepping in over the top rope. Once he’s in, he stares menacingly through the holes in his mask at the six competitors. Salacious Intent remains at ringside, watching what happens.

Nick Hanson: I have no idea what is even going on here but…this can’t be good.

Jim Reynolds: This guy is massive! And what the hell is in that bag?!

Jim’s question is soon answered as the masked giant and the three teams circle the ring when the body bag suddenly splits open and a much smaller, petite, feminine figure comes viciously tearing her way free of it! Pale, porcelain doll-esque features. She grabs onto the apron and slooooowly rises up as the crowd reacts in horror.
Nick Hanson: Oh my god! What in the world?!

Jim Reynolds: What the fuck is THAT?!

Daedalus puts a hand on the woman’s shoulder and inaudibly hisses something in their ear, prompting her to slither into the ring behind the teams, putting them between her and her monstrous companion. To the shock of the crowd, the woman’s wielding a string of barbwire which she suddenly uses as she springs into action and proceeds to strangle Saoirse Maguire! Becca Maguire and the others spin around as Saoirse grabs at the wire, trying to fight the woman off. Suddenly the large man in the bloody jumpsuit explodes forward and drops both members of Thicc Attack with a double clothesline! Thicc Attack is down!

Nick Hanson: OH MAN!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: WHOA!!!

The pale woman wrestles Saoirse down to the mat as Becca jumps on her and starts trying to fight her off of her wife! Cornbread Mafia both converge on the big man, throwing shots at him. They actually look like they’re making him teeter before he palms both Shawn and Cameron’s faces and just shoves them down to the mat. Bruiser and the pale woman are throwing hands now as Saoirse rubs at her throat, gasping to get air back in her lungs. Bruiser hits a big forearm on the woman, sending her into the ropes only for her to come off with the barbwire in her hand and catches her with a shot to the jaw. Becca staggers backwards, spinning right into a deathgrip by the behemoth who hoists her up in one hand and drives her down to the mat with a chokeslam!! Gallus Mag roll out of the ring and now Salacious Intent have their full, undivided attention on the ring as Daedalus’ two weapons and Cornbread Mafia, getting back to their feet, square up for a brawl.

Nick Hanson: These two are clearing the ring but it looks like the Cornbread Mafia aren’t in the mood to retreat just yet!!

Jim Reynolds: They’ll fight anybody and anything, Nicky!!

And BOOM the fight is on! Shawn and Cameron rush forward and start trading wild shots with the terrifying duo! Cameron’s throwing bombs and body shots at big man while Shawn and the woman are throwing shots back and forth. Through Daedalus yelling directions, we learn that the man and woman are known as Kosnar and Pisces. Shawn’s blocking those barbwire punches from Pisces with his forearm, visibly starting to bleed as he throws haymaker after haymaker. Cameron gets Kosnar backed against the ropes and keeps throwing lefts and rights!

Nick Hanson: Shawn and Cameron Worley!!! Taking the fight to these two strange individuals!! Daedalus doesn’t look the least bit concerned!!

Jim Reynolds: He’s enjoying this shit! Look at him!

Outside the ring, Daedalus is cackling gleefully. Across ringside, by the commentary table, Salacious Intent are whispering among themselves, absolutely engaged in what’s going on before their eyes.

Cameron goes for an Irish Whip on Kosnar but the giant just reverses it. Cameron comes off the ropes! Kosnar goes for a big boot! Cameron ducks! Hits the ropes again! Kosnar pops him up into the air and he’s airborn!

Nick Hanson: LOOK OUT!!!!

Jim Reynolds: HOLY SHIT!

KOSNAR CATCHES CAMERON OUT OF THE AIR WITH A BIG SPINNING SIDEWALK SLAM!!!! COLLAPSING COSMOSES!!!! Kosnar rises up onto his knees and lets out a bellowing roar! Meanwhile, Pisces and Shawn are still trading shots but Shawn’s starting to eat some barbwire punches now. He finally goes for a discus lariat but she ducks underneath it and hooks his arms, looking for a Tiger Suplex perhaps but Shawn steps forward, hooking a leg over the bottom rope and lets the rebound shove the tiny woman off. She falls back and rolls across the mat. Shawn pivots and comes rushing at her as she, too, runs off the ropes and takes him down with a jumping Double Foot Stomp right to the chest! Shawn hits the mat, the wind knocked out of him. Pisces quickly climbs to the top rope with Daedalus directing her and comes leaping off with a Diving Headbutt that NFW will soon come to know as Thunder Kiss!!

Nick Hanson: Look at the air Pisces got on that jump!

Jim Reynolds: Like a goddamn flying demon, Nicky!!

Nick Hanson: Oh god, what’s Kosnar doing now?

Kosnar, meanwhile, pulls Cameron up to his feet and hoists him up behind his shoulders into a crucifix hold. Daedalus points towards the commentary table, yelling instructions. Kosnar turns towards the table.

Nick Hanson: Oh god, Jim? Get out of the way. GET OUT OF THE WAY!!

Jim Reynolds: Oh, you gotta be fucking KIDDING ME!!

Kosnar takes a running start. Nick, Jim, even Salacious Intent dive out of the way as Kosnar launches Cameron over the top rope, out of the ring and delivers a tossing crucifix bomb to Cameron Worley, sending him right through the commentary table! FLIGHT 19!!! The table implodes under Cameron’s body and he lies there limp. Shawn, in the meantime, has managed to roll to safety out of the ring, writhing on the floor.

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: Look at the destruction these two monsters have caused right before our eyes!!

As the dust settles, Pisces stalks over beside her enormous comrade and leans through the top and middle ropes, biting down on the middle one as she waves her fingers “hello” at Salacious Intent. Beside her, Kosnar just stands, shoulders rising and falling with heaving breaths. Salacious Intent stare back at the two and it’s a standoff, at first. Daedalus applauds the carnage, finally motioning for Pisces and Kosnar to join him on the walkway. As they do, he leads them back towards the stage, leaving carnage in their wake.

Jim Reynolds: What the hell did we just witness, Nicky?!

Nick Hanson: Jim, I…I don’t know!! I’m as stunned as everyone else here! We might need some medical help at ringside!

The camera pans over the chaotic scene around the ring before showing Kosnar and Pisces following Daedalus through the tunnel again.
When the show comes back from commercial we see a shot of the back alley of the arena with Johnny Towers and his friends Sid Robinson and Tyler Brown: standing there with him all leaning against the wall Sid smoking a cigar and the other two smoking cigarettes, all three men looking a mix of amused and pissed off.

Johnny Towers: Bunch of fucking pussies, but yet a tiny bit of begrudging respect. Well not enough to make me give a fuck if the cunt got mowed down tomorrow. Wouldnt be shocked if it was them fuckers that talked to the security to get us kept out the building tonight, we know they got the ear of fucking Brody and Luthor.

Tyler Brown:: Begrudging respect my fucking pale london ass, the fucking cunts stole from our playbook didnt they, should have seen that shit coming a mile wide fuck.

Johnny Towers: You're not wrong Tyler, we should have done, didn't think the cunt had other friends that were as thick as pig shit like that wanker. What the fuck do they call themselves?

There is a brief pause as they are thinking about it, taking a drag from their cigarettes.

Sid Robinson: La Lealtad Es Todo.

Johnny Towers: The fuck was that? A sneeze. La leal tad es tostados? Fuck it ill never pronounce it right, ill just call them Bob.

Tyler Brown:: You're calling them fucking cunts Bob? Why Bob?

Johnny Towers: Meh seemed like a good idea at the time.

Tyler Brown:: Don't they have some bird teaming up with them also?

Johnny Towers: Yeah but that's got nout to do with what we do, we're an equal opportunities pain machine here at the Townsend firm. No matter what ya look like if you cross us were gonna fuck anyone up aint that right boys.

Tyler Brown:: Fucking right.

Johnny Towers: Thing is those boys were gonna have to make a call ya know that right?

Sid Robinson & Tyler Brown: A call?

Johnny Towers: Yeah, with these developments they have declared war. Fucking cunts dont know what they are getting themselves into especially after what I am about to tell you.

He takes another draw of his cigarette and a deep breath both guys waiting for him to continue.

Johnny Towers: I am calling in the Ripper.

Both men are visually stunned by this news, Tyler dropping his cigarette out of shock.

Tyler Brown:: Fucking hell, tell me you're kidding.

Johnny Towers: I don’t joke about this shit.

Tyler Brown:: Yeah but don't you think that's a bit overkill?

Towers chuckles a little, taking another drag of his cigarette.

Johnny Towers: You feel the same way Sid?

Sid Robinson: Got no issue with it if that's what you wanna do. Do think it's a little overkill though.

Laughing again Towers takes his pack of cigarettes out his pocket and takes one out handing it to Tyler who takes it and lights it up.

Johnny Towers: May be overkill but you know what they say there is no kill like it. To be honest I think the ripper will like it here. It's been too long since we have been together and I for one have been waiting for an excuse.

Sid Robinson: The Ripper here in America, things are going to be interesting for sure.

Tyler Brown:: It’s gonna be fucking brutal mate thats what it is, ya remember what happened back home last time the Ripper got involved. Was cleaning out blood for a month and fucking ruined my tux at the same time.

Johnny Towers: Good fucking times, and when those feet American soil, oh boy is Le Bob tadpole toast points gonna be in trouble. Fucking Damon Cross, I cant wait to be completely rid of that wanker out of my life and this plane of existence. And now when we really wrap this all up to the close we are going to have to make it really stick this time.

Sid Robinson: Hence the Ripper.

Johnny Towers: Call it the best insurance, were going into a war and we are going to be happy for the fucking backup. Now lets get the fuck out of here, if we cant get in here lets get to the fucking pub for a pint.

Tyler Brown:: Fair enough, I am buying this round right?

They all laugh and agree before walking off down the alley and out of sight.
The music suddenly cuts out, and "Heaven Don't Want Me (and Hell is Afraid I'll Take Over)" rips through the speakers. Tren Descarrilado walks out onto the stage in his signature torn jeans, biker boots, Behold the Kingdom shirt, and aviator shades. The champ pats Danni on the shoulder as he walks by. He walks a lap around the ring, staring up at the exhausted Jansen Myrrh. Descarrilado makes his way back to the ramp with a smirk before sliding the belt into the ring, leaping up onto the apron before reaching down to grab his championship, taking a mic out of his back pocket.

Tren Descarrilado: Helluva match, Myrrh. Props to ya.

The crowd pops for the champ, and he nods, holding a hand out toward Jansen.

Tren Descarrilado: I'm not out here to make a long speech. You want the champ?

He turns and holds out his arms to the crowd. Myrrh is nodding with a smirk on her face.

Tren Descarrilado: Is that what you all want? Descarrilado vs Myrrh?

The crowd roars in approval. Tren grins, offering the microphone to Jansen. As she goes to take it, he boots her brutally in the stomach, dropping the title! The crowds boos are even louder than their cheers were as Tren sets her up, bringing her down directly onto the faceplate of the title with the Bullet Train to Hell! He rolls to his feet, pushing her aside and yanking the title back up into his hand. The Champion picks up the microphone and his sunglasses, putting them back on with a sneer as the chorus of hate fills the arena. He leans down over the prone Jansen Myrrh.

Tren Descarrilado: NOBODY CALLS OUT THE MOTHERFUCKING CHAMP, BITCH. But you want me? You fucking got it.

He throws the mic down onto her chest before facing the hard cam as his music starts again, holding the title high over his head.

Nick Hanson: Jansen Myrrh wanted an answer from the World Heavyweight Champion! She just got it!

Jim Reynolds: She just signed her own death warrant, Nicky! You stand in front of a moving train, that’s what happens! You go SPLAT! No pun intended!

Nick Hanson: A little nod to our new broadcast network, I assume? We hope you enjoyed tonight folks! That’s right, starting this Saturday with Trauma, NFW will now air on the SPLAT Network! For Jim Reynolds, I’m Nick Hanson! So long ladies and gentlemen!