Post by Jessica Morian, Collision GM on Feb 7, 2023 15:08:44 GMT -8
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: What?
Nathanael Morian: . . .
He says nothing, shaking his head. Jessica returns to her work for a moment before noticing he’s still just watching her. Her smirk grows into a smile and she’s practically blushing now.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: What?
Nathanael Morian: Nothing, at all. Don’t mind me.
He says in a low, cool, collected tone, finally cracking a smirk at the corner of his mouth. Jessica giggles and hides her mouth behind her knuckles when there’s a knock on the door. She looks up, collecting her composure. Nathaniel doesn’t budge an inch. That icy gold gaze of his simply shifts to the door like a lion hearing a sound that got it’s attention.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Yes? C’mon in.
The door opens and a backstage attendant opens the door, poking their head in.
Worker; Mrs. Morian? Umm…Mr. Towers is here. Says he has a meeting with you.
Jessica’s smile drops to take on a more serious look. Without a word or signal, Nathanael calmly yet swiftly rises from the couch and comes to stand by her side, while still leaving her room to move. That bat in his hands comes up in his dominant one and rests over his shoulder.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Yes. Send him in.
Jessica stands carefully from her seat, prepared to meet the Silver Mountain Champion when he enters. Nathanael stands almost like a statue, watching the door. His fingers flex on the grip of his bat once before settling tensing up a little as the door opens again and Johnny Towers walks through the door.
Johnny Towers: Oi Oi how ya doin’ Jess?
He walks over to the desk hand outstretched to shake hands. Jessica narrows her eyes, but reaches out to accept the handshake with caution.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Jessica. Thank you for coming, Mr. Towers.
From where he stands, Nathanael hasn’t moved a muscle but his eyes stay locked on the man on the other side of the desk, Towers notices this and chuckles a little as he goes and sits down placing his title next to him.
Johnny Towers: Jees fella chill ya daisy roots. I said before I aint gonna do anything and I'm a man of my word. So no need for weapons here. Anyway how's the little sprog Jess, ya look like ya are due soon?
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Got a few months, still. Thank you for asking.
Jessica sits down carefully, back into her chair. Nathanael stays where he is; a sudden yet smooth snap of his arm and the bat comes off his shoulder where he stands it on the floor in front of him with his hands folding over the top. His eyes never leave Johnny for a second. He lets his wife do the talking. She takes a breath before she begins.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Now, Mr. Towers, what you did three weeks ago was…to call it unacceptable is terribly making light of the situation. On top of that, you were suspended for two weeks and last week you went against that order and decided to show up here anyway. Now, I reckon I could ask you what you think I ought to do about that but my guess is you’re either gonna say you don’t give a hoot or nothing I do is gonna matter. Am I wrong?
Towers chuckles to himself again, relaxing in his chair a bit before reaching into his pocket and taking out a bottle of water, opening it and taking a sip.
Johnny Towers: Nah you're spot on love. I couldn't care less because I am doing what's best for me and my own. As I said before, carving my own legacy, ya see to make that bread and honey. That's why I got this beauty right here.
He pats his Mayfair Hooligan championship belt.
Johnny Towers: More my argyle don’t ya think?
Jessica’s eyes move to the belt in Johnny’s possession then quickly back to him. A tiny shake of her head.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I don’t, Mr. Towers. I really don’t. There’s ways to carve a legacy out for yourself without crossing the lines you did. Cursing the name of the one who pioneered for this company to become as big as it did and desecrating a championship forged in his honor isn’t the way I’d have gone about it. There’s a lot of people who reckon I should consider that grounds to strip you of the championship.
Jessica looks over at a poster of the company’s founders and legends on the wall, notably with Vlad Blackheart front and center. She sighs and looks back at Johnny.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: But lately, I realized something like that is what some like to call the easy way and sometimes easy ain’t always the best. So here’s what I am gonna do, Mr. Towers.
Jessica leans forward, folding her arms over the top of her desk. She still doesn’t risk leaning too close to the man even with her armed husband right there.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I’m gonna make you work harder than you’ve ever worked in that ring. In any ring, for that matter. Your match tonight, against Darcy Graves.
Her eyes move to the belt again as she’s clearly considering her options. Her eyes switch back to Johnny.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: You know you got a title defense coming up at the end of this month. Just a matter of who you’re facing but that’s being worked out. For now? You’re gonna play ball the way I say. No shortcuts outta you. No underhanded tactics. You get yourself disqualified tonight because you can’t be bothered to wrestle a good, clean match, your champion’s advantage for the length of your reign goes out the window. You pull any of your tricks and try to snake around things in any non-title match of yours, you lose the champion’s privilege of choosing the type of matches you defend your title in. That’ll be delegated up to me and if you think you can refuse then? I will happily give those angry people what they want, Mr. Towers with no hesitation. Do I make myself clear?
The slight smile going from his face Towers takes another sip of his drink.
Johnny Towers: Clear as crystal love. No barney rubble tonight, I get. No taking the mickey bliss so to speak because believe me when I say this, I know many more ways I can hurt someone without it all and Darcy is gonna be in for a world of hurt tonight. Anyway I don't wanna lose my fun, do I? The plans I have in my head for whoever my newest victim is gonna be in my first defense… Let's just say it's gonna be fun.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Not just tonight, Mr. Towers. Like I said, none at all from this point on. Consider yourself a rabid dog on a short leash.
Jessica pushes on the desk to stand again. This time, Nathanael does move, reaching out to put a hand under her arm to help her ease her way up. He returns to his previous stance as Jessica is the one to offer her hand out this time.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Mr. Towers, it’s been a pleasure talking business with you. Have a fine rest of your evening and good luck, tonight.
Putting the water bottle back in his pocket Towers picks up his title belt and stands up going and shaking her hand.
Johnny Towers: Ta much Jess. Been downright pleasant it has. all the best to ya and here's hoping your little one is nice and healthy.
Clearly taken back a little all Jessica does is nod as Towers turns round to leave.
Johnny Towers: Oh one more bit of business.
He turns back round, reaching into his pocket and taking out an envelope and placing it on her desk. Jessica’s eyes fall to the envelope and she reaches for it but Nathanael gently catches her by the wrist before picking it up himself and lifting the flap to look inside. Those golden eyes lift up to Johnny again and he shows Jessica the contents, revealing a stack of cash to the camera. Jessica looks at the money, then back at Johnny but says nothing as he turns back around and walks out the office. Jessica watches him go, waiting until the door closes before letting out a sigh of relief. Nathanael steps in and wraps an arm around her. She leans in against him as the camera fades into the intro.
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EPISODE #156: THERE AIN'T NO REST FOR THE WICKED!
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Both competitors have made their entrances into the ring and Chicago is going wild as they watch each other from across the ring.
Crowd: THIS IS AWESOME!
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The referee makes sure both are ready to start the match and he calls for the bell!
~DING DING DING~
Nick Hanson: Ohhhh ladies and gentlemen, can you imagine a hotter way to kick off tonight’s action?!
Jim Reynolds: World Heavyweight Champion in action, let’s go!
Nick Hanson: Taking on the Saint of Athena! The Lion versus the Ace!
Ryleigh Dixon stands at ringside, looking none too amused at Raion Kido’s opponent as he and Morgan Payne circle up in the middle of the ring. They inch in and test the waters for a grapple but neither are rushing blindly into anything. They keep things moving in a circle with the crowd on the edge of their seats. Without too long of a delay, Kido and Payne step in and grasp onto one another in a collar & elbow. They push back against each other, jockeying for position but Kido’s larger size gives him the advantage and he gets Payne back against the ropes. The referee calls for the break and Kido lets up, raising his hands, giving into some friendly competitive taunting as he pats Payne on the shoulders before backing up. The crowd gives an “ohhhhhhhhh” as Payne looks at her shoulders then at Kido with a smirk and a nod. They come to the center of the ring again and lock up again with Kido again powering Payne backwards but this time, she drops down to a knee to halt his momentum and slides out of his grip. Before Kido can react, Payne slides her hands out of the lockup and snatches up one of his legs. She throws her weight into his torso, taking him to the mat with a leg pick and rolls right over the top of him, catching his head into a grounded headlock. Kido realizes the predicament he’s in and manages to reach out and grab the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break and Payne releases as quickly as she can, hands up. Kido looks up at her as she kneels above him and Payne reaches down, mirroring his own previous taunt and pats him on the chest. She rises and steps back as Kido just chuckles and nods. The Saint of Athena rises to his feet and they circle up for the third time.
This time, they lock up and the match is full bore! Kido twists Payne around into an arm wringer but Payne flips across the mat, loosening the tension up and bends Kido’s arm up for a wristlock. Kido slaps his elbow and twists back out of it, pulling Payne into a rear waistlock. He looks for a German Suplex but Payne widens her stance and lowers her center of gravity. Payne gets an arm back around Kido’s head and drops down, rolling forward and catches him by a leg, pulling him into a Rolling Kneebar. Payne’s got this one locked in tight and Kido has to drag himself somewhat to get to the ropes but he makes it. Payne lets up but stays on the offensive, catching Kido against the ropes with a catch of his wrist. She goes for a Whip but Kido reverses it and sends her into the ropes. He comes off across the other side and looks for a lariat but Payne slips under his arm and dashes across the ring. Kido doesn’t miss a beat and hits the ropes on the other side, catching Payne with a Sling Blade, snapping her down to the mat! The crowd reacts loudly as the Lion covers but the Ace kicks out at two! Kido pops up, motions to the crowd and hits the ropes for a Running Leg Drop but Payne rolls clear of the danger zone and Kido lands hard on his backside. Payne backrolls up onto her feet, hits the ropes and comes launching herself at him with a Sliding Lariat, knocking a wad of spit into the air. Payne covers and Kido powers out just before two! Payne rises and picks Kido up to his feet before cocking back and CHOPS him backhanded across the chest.
Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!
Kido winces and grabs where he was struck but he turns right around and gives a mighty roar like yell right at Payne, indicating she needs to hit harder than that. Payne obliges and stiffs him with another chop across the chest. Kido cringes, growls and spins around with a chop of his own, smacking the wind right out of the champion. Ryleigh Dixon cheers him on as the shot sends Payne back into the ropes, grabbing at her chest. Kido motions for her to come on and give him another one. Payne looks at him with a fire in her eyes and approaches. She raises her hand to show Kido, licks it, shows it to the crowd and wet back chops him across the chest HARD! Kido grabs his chest again and winces. This time, Payne’s the one motioning for him to bring the hurt. Kido raises his hand to the sky as if presenting it to the Goddess Athena herself and lays into Payne with a STIFF chop that SMACKS into the air!
Crowd: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
Now it’s Payne’s turn to roar back in Kido’s face and the Saint of Athena roars right back at her, telling her it’s her turn to take a shot. Payne takes it alright and BLASTS Kido in the jaw with a stiff forearm but he takes it in stride and blasts her right back. Kido and Payne start rapid firing off back and forth, trying to see who crumples first. It looks like Kido’s the one as he knees buckle and Payne comes off the ropes, looking for a lariat but Kido catches her across the chest with his arm and DRILLS HER with an Ura-Nage!!!! Kido covers but Payne kicks out at two! The crowd’s getting rowdy now as Kido stands and backs up, calling for “LIGHTNING BOLT” (Heart Punch) as Payne gets to her feet. The champ turns, sees Kido charging in and rushes forward, ducking his first and hits the ropes. Kido turns and Payne gets enough air to catch him right across the jaw with her foot for, as she and the crowd call it:
Crowd: TASTES LIKE A TIMBALAND BOOT, BITCH!!
The impact sends Kido back into the ropes and he rebounds off, coming back at Payne and just fucking LEVELS her with “ATOMIC THUNDER” (Running Lariat) and they both go down in a couple of heaps! The referee starts the count to ten but they both make it up at around six and Kido moves in to seize the advantage again, catching Payne around the waist in a rear waistlock. Payne fights with her grip on the ropes, trying not to be powered away but the sweat causes her fingers to slip and Kido has her! He throws her back with a German Suplex and goes to the top rope, looking for a Moonsault but Payne pulling herself up on the ropes causes his feet to be unsteady and he slips down, almost crotching himself, however, he catches the turnbuckle with his hands, saving himself from some unnecessary agony. Payne seizes the opportunity, however and clips him in the back with a rope assisted Enziguri. As Raion falls backwards, Payne catches him across her shoulders in an Inverted Fireman’s Carry and walks him out to the center of the ring where she delivers “DAHNTAHN AFTER DAHK” (Burning Hammer)!! Payne makes the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, MORGAN PAYNE!!
Nick Hanson: What a match, ladies and gentlemen!!
Jim Reynolds: You simply love to see it!!
Payne and Kido slowly sit up on the mat as “Pittsburgh” plays and look at one another while Ryleigh Dixon comes into the ring. She glowers at Morgan Payne as Raion Kido rises to his feet. The two competitors stand at the center of the ring with Kido offering his hand out which Payne gladly accepts. The two share a hearty handshake and a dap. Payne then turns to Ryleigh Dixon who stands firm in her open disdain. Still, Payne offers her hand out to her with a softened gaze. Ryleigh looks at her hand and folds her arms, starting to look away when Raion Kido takes her by the arm and appears to be reasoning with his girlfriend. Ryleigh looks at him then at Morgan Payne who clearly says “Ryleigh, I’m sorry. Please.” Ryleigh looks at the hand, then up at Payne with her gaze softening some. She appears to almost be relenting. Conflicted, even as she’s just about to reach out…when the lights in the arena go out.
Nick Hanson: Whoa, hey, now! What the…?
Jim Reynolds: What the hell?!
The arena is shrouded in darkness as the crowd clamors for their cell phones. As the lights turn on and smaller lights in the arena flicker from the audience, we can barely make out the two wrestlers, the manager and the referee looking around them. At that moment, the tron comes to life with a visual effect appearing to be beneath the ocean. Watery ripples going across the screen. The speakers come to life then with the sound of a car engine at full gear, sounding like a vehicle is speeding down a road. We can see the four shapes in the ring all watching the screen as the speeding vehicle is heard losing control and running off of the road. The sound abruptly stops and the tron goes out again. Only for a moment as a green blip goes across the screen.
BEEP…BEEP…BEEP…
A heart monitor…
BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP….
Flatlining.
Nick Hanson: Jim, what the…? What’s going on?
Jim Reynolds: I don’t know, Nicky! I… This is weird!
The audio continues with the sound of voices talking over each other. Phrases such as “she’s dropping!” “We’re losing her!” “Stay with us!” “Clear!” come from the speakers before everything goes quiet. The lights come back on just as abruptly as they went off and Morgan Payne is on the mat on her knees. A hand over her mouth as she watches the stage with tears running down her face. She’s absolutely trembling. Paralyzed with emotion. The referee knees down beside her, checking on her. Even Raion Kido kneels down on the other side and shows concern as Payne begins to shake, burying her face in her hands and silently sobbing. Behind Kido, Ryleigh Dixon’s stone cold gaze has turned concerned and she steps forward to get a closer look, seeing if Payne is alright.
Nick Hanson: My God, Jim, this is… Whatever that was, it’s deeply disturbed Morgan Payne.
Jim Reynolds: I don’t like this, Nicky. Not one bit!
Payne looks up at the screen again to see the watery ripple effect once more on the screen. She lowers her hand and fights to stop her quivering jaw. In a series of passing seconds, her face goes from absolutely distraught to a building, seething rage. Her jaw clenches tight and her eyes fill with hate as she suddenly lunges forward and rolls out of the ring, storming up the walkway. Ryleigh Dixon, Raion Kido and the referee are left in utter confusion as Morgan Payne storms up the steps to the stage and disappears in the back while we fade to a sponsor ad.
Winner: Morgan Payne
Result: Pinfall (Dahntahn After Dahk)
Result: Pinfall (Dahntahn After Dahk)
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Voice: MIL!!!!
A voice shouts before the the door flies open and Morgan Payne comes storming into the hallway after her match with Raion Kido; the World Title clutched in one hand, carried at her side as she comes storming down the hall into the backstage area. Also: boy is she mad!!
Morgan Payne: MIL!!!!
Her voice rings through the backstage area as her eyes dart around, looking for any sign of Milisandre Crowthorne who just publicly tormented her. Tears streak down her face from her previously sobbing out in the ring but now there’s nothing but rage in her eyes.
Morgan Payne: MIL!!!! WHERE DA FUCK ARE YOU?! YOU WANT ME?! HUH?! HERE I AM!! WHERE YOU AT, BITCH?!
Morgan comes to an open loading area that’s oddly scarce of any workers. Any people at all for that matter. This doesn’t go unnoticed to her. Something’s up. Morgan runs a hand down her face, wiping the remnants of the tears away as she turns around in a slow circle. Eventually, she looks down at the World Heavyweight Championship in her hands and raises it up beside her head.
Morgan Payne: Oh nah, dat’s right. Dis is whatchu want, huh? Is dat it? HUH?! IS DIS WHATCHU FUCKIN’ WANT?! WELL COME AN’ GET IT, BI—
Morgan stops short as the lights in the entire area go out, leaving the view completely pitch black. We hear Morgan’s shuddering breath followed by a laugh. Her laugh. That hysterical laugh of someone who’s been pushed close to the edge of their sanity.
Morgan Payne: Oh, you funny, chick. You real fuckin’ funny. What, you wanna play mind games again? Huh?!
The lights come back on with Morgan facing in the direction of the camera–
Morgan Payne: YOU WANNA PLAY FUCKIN’ MIND GAMES?!
–she doesn’t see, in the background, on a scaffolding, stands Milisandre Crowthorne. Full gear, robes and all. Just staring at her from behind at a distance. The crowd watching on the screen reacts, begging Morgan to turn around but she can’t hear them. Despite this, she starts to turn around in that direction, continuing her search but as soon as she does, the lights go out again.
Morgan Payne: A’ight, bitch. I got a game we can play. S’called how bou’chu come on aht so I CAN KICK YOUR ASS?!?!
The lights come back on. The camera has moved with Morgan, staying in front of her. Once again, this time on another scaffolding behind her, stands Milisandre Crowthorne. This new position puts her much closer to the champion and the crowd doesn’t like it one bit! Oblivious to this, Morgan huffs and shakes the title in her hand.
Morgan Payne: I’m sick o’dis, Mil. I’m sick o’these GAH DAMN GAMES!!! YOU WANT IT?! HUH?! YOU WANT DIS FUCKIN’ BELT?! I ACCEPT!! COME AN’ TRY ME BITCH!! YOU ‘BOUT T’FIND AHT I AIN’T DA SAME BITCH FROM LAST TIME!! You think I’m afraid?! YOU THINK I’M AFRAID?!
Again, the lights go out. Darkness once more. Morgan continues to let her temper flare.
Morgan Payne: You dunno, Mil. YOU! DON’T! KNOW! WHO YOU’RE FUCKIN’ WITH ANYMORE!! YOU DON’T KNOW–
The lights come back on. Morgan has turned around again but something her eyes fall on makes her stop short and her rage is washed away with discomfort. She seems unsettled at something and her empty hand begins to tremble again. The camera follows where her eyes are looking. Sitting on an equipment crate is a bottle of pills next to a bottle of hard liquor. The camera pans back over to Morgan who stands there, absolutely shook. Torn between breaking down again or just venting her rage. Eventually, she settles on the latter and lets out a guttural, primal scream as the lights go out again. They come back on a moment later with Morgan looking all around her.
Voice: Morgan! Baby!
Morgan whips around towards the voice a moment before Marilyn Matthews comes running into the shot and takes her by the shoulders.
Marilyn Matthews: Baby, what’s wrong? Hey, talk to me.
Morgan looks at the camera then to Mary, defeated and throws her empty hand up.
Morgan Payne: I-I dunno, Boo. I dunno! Había esa mierda en la pantalla, luego volví aquí. Sé que está intentando meterse en mi cabeza. Incluso hay–
Morgan turns to point where the pills and liquor were sitting but she stops. Mary turns, the camera turns, and both bottles are simply gone. Morgan’s nerve starts to crack again and she puts a hand to her head.
Morgan Payne: What the fuck, man? What the fuck!!!
Marilyn Matthews: Hey, hey, hey. Look at me. Morgan! ¡Mírame!
Mary takes her by the face and turns her to look at her.
Marilyn Matthews: Ella está tratando de joder contigo. Ella está tratando de romperte. No la dejes. Vas a estar bien, ¿de acuerdo? Vas a estar bien.
Morgan sighs and nods. Mary pulls her into a hug and kisses her face.
Marilyn Matthews: Go back to the locker room. I’ll see you after my match, okay?
Morgan closes her eyes and nods again. Mary smiles.
Marilyn Matthews: Buena niña.
Mary shoos her off towards the locker rooms, sighs and turns to head towards Gorilla position. As both Kingdom members part ways, the camera pans over to where the bottles were and moves in for a closer look. In place of the liquor and pills is a tiny puddle of water. The shot fades out….
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Jim Reynolds: Shit! I hope Morgan’s okay! What the hell is wrong with Milisandre, Nicky?!
Nick Hanson: Jim… you have to remember -- Milisandre traumatized Mrs. Danielle Debaillion in a similar way. This… is what the Priestess of Cthulhu does to people.
Jim Reynolds: Man, I hate this! If only I could beat the shi--!
Before Jim can go on a hopeless tangent, “Protector” by City Wolf blares from the speakers! The fans are on their feet, cheering as Jessica Matthews makes her presence known in her ring attire. However, a good perception check would see the live microphone in her right hand as she marches her way down the ramp.
Nick Hanson: Mrs. Jessica Matthews’ match is up next, but she has a purpose in her step.
Jim Reynolds: The hell does she want?! There are more important things going on here!
Once she ascends the steel steps and enters the ring, Jessica swiftly raises the microphone to her lips with a hiss.
Jessica Matthews: I am NOT groveling at your feet, Daedalus. You threatened my children! GET OUT HERE RIGHT NOW!
The fans are shocked, but they’re roaring with cheers! They want to see a fight! They don’t have to wait long as "Little Piggy” by Rob Zombie resonates from the PA system and Daedalus -- along with the Astro Creeps -- step through the curtains. The fans boo the Architect and the NFW Tag-Team Champions, but they seem to embrace this. Deep down, the fans are afraid. With an eerie smile on his face and a live microphone of his own, Daedalus raises it to speak.
Daedalus: Oh, my beautiful little Paladin… You never learn, do you? I warned you not to involve yourself with Kosnar and Pisces, but you… You seem to have a death wish.
Though the rest of the world is still unaware, this unsettling reminder causes Jessica to tense up. There’s a slight tremor in her body, but she stands firm and grits her teeth.
Jessica Matthews: You should be grateful for my mercy.
Daedalus: Oh? Mercy? Of what mercy do you speak?
Jessica Matthews: The mercy to NOT allow mein Liebe to hunt you down and break you.
The fans rave for the Fanged One! They remember what her husband Dean Matthews is capable of. Inquisitive, Daedalus raises an eyebrow at this. The “mercy” draws a growl from Kosnar the microphone can pick up. Pisces leers at Jessica from where they’re standing and hisses. Before either one of them can take a step forward, Daedalus holds his left arm out to halt them. Eerily, the Architect giggles.
Daedalus: A viable threat, Mrs. Matthews! However, your unworthy husband is not here right now, is he? So I believe your mercy is invalid… and once again, you’re all alone!
He means to send Kosnar and Pisces after Jessica. Lowering his arm is the simple gesture to allow them to head down to the ring -- only to pause when Jessica laughs.
Jessica Matthews: Oh, mein “geliebter” Kriecher… Why would you ever think I would allow myself to be alone again?
With a tilt of his head, Daedalus seems perplexed. Suddenly, there’s commotion from the Chicago audience, and the fans are going wild when a new theme plays!
Jim Reynolds: Wait, what the fuck?!
Nick Hanson: THAT’S ZACHARY SEARS!
The Demon Knight makes his shocking appearance in New Frontier Wrestling, but he’s not alone! Keeping up with him is Mrs. Everalda Cochrane, their older sister! Seeing them jump the barricade and enter the ring to join their baby sister, Daedalus’ eyes widen with shock and anger. Kosnar and Pisces see the new challengers and they appear to be eager. While Everalda seems to be in a fighting stance, Zachary and Jessica move in front of her and face their enemies. With a grin, Jessica simply mic-drops this moment and beckons them! The fans are rallying for a brawl! Unfortunately, Daedalus enjoys disappointing them. A wicked smirk crosses his face, his eerie green eyes staring right at “his” little Paladin, and then he turns his back on the Sears siblings. When the Architect walks away, the Astro Creeps follow him -- to the booing of the crowd! Jessica takes a step forward, but Everalda places a hand on her right shoulder and shakes her head. Zachary looks to his sisters and nods, leaving Jessica sighing.
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Marilyn Matthews’s entrance receives a surprisingly positive reception from the fans. Naturally, the diehard Kingdom fans are on her side. Referee Priscila Mayer looks to Jessica Matthews who is just outside of the ring. She seems to be conversing with her older siblings for a brief moment. They wish to stay at ringside for her match, but she tells them to head back. The nearby camera’s microphone picks up a few words.
Jessica Matthews: Zach, you need to protect Eve.
After all, the Astro Creeps may be lurking close by. Despite their hesitation, Zachary Sears nods and he escorts Everalda Cochrane up the ramp to the backstage area. Jessica takes a deep breath and jumps up onto the ring apron. Perhaps to the surprise of many, Mary doesn’t take the opportunity to ambush her. She simply allows Jessica back into the ring. Despite her strong yet stoic exterior, there is sadness in Jessica’s eyes. Priscila nods to the ladies before signaling for the bell.
~Ding, ding, ding!~
The match is underway and Marilyn rolls the higher initiative, going after Jessica with stiff shots. Jessica endures and reacts with a Punch-Punch Kick Combination that Metal Gear Solid fans will recognize. Mary takes a step back, and when Jessica goes for a roaring elbow, Mary sidesteps and counters with a bridging northern lights suplex.
One!
Tw--
Jessica kicks out!
Tw--
Jessica kicks out!
Mary rises to her feet, but Jessica’s dexterity allows her to spin around and catch her from behind. She drives Mary onto the mat with a bridging Geman suplex.
One!
Tw--
Mary kicks out!
Tw--
Mary kicks out!
The two of them go back and forth with a variety of moves. From Mary’s stiff shots to Jessica’s agility strikes; there’s a fluid transition into their high-flying styles coming into play. Jessica’s flying forearm smash is dodged by Mary. Mary’s missile dropkick causes Jessica to stagger back, but she rolls the landing and returns with a shotgun dropkick her brother-in-law Adrien would be proud of. Gritting her teeth, Mary rolls through with a tech recovery. Jessica is quick, ascending one of the corners of the ring for a top-rope corkscrew legdrop -- only for Mary to get out of the way. Despite this, Jessica rolls through, and yet Mary catches her with a standing shooting star press! Jessica coughs from the impact while Mary goes for the cover.
One!
Two--
Jessica kicks out!
Two--
Jessica kicks out!
Just as Mary rises to her feet, Jessica seizes her and rolls her up for an inside cradle!
One!
Tw--
Mary kicks out!
Tw--
Mary kicks out!
The technical sisters-in-law move away from each other for a quick respite. This draws a round of applause from the fans who appreciate their showcase. The match is even across the board -- at least until the Deranged Digital Duchess shocks Jessica with “Blitzed” (Sunset Flip Powerbomb)! Jessica’s back is ruthlessly driven onto the match. Mary folds her into a pin attempt while Mayer goes for the count.
One!
Two!
No! Jessica kicks out!
Two!
No! Jessica kicks out!
Of course, this grants Mary the advantage. She’s without mercy for the former Sathariel, one of the Angels of Lord Lucifer. While it is true that Sathariel persuaded the Devil not to have Jasmine Matthews’ neck broken, the new arrangement of breaking her arm caused quite an uproar. Perhaps there’s still bitterness? Mary is not pulling any punches -- literally -- and the referee has to warn her about the closed fists. While Mary scoffs and pulls Jessica up, Jessica surprises her with a double-knee armbreaker. The fans watch in shock and awe as the Eternal Paladin seizes Mary’s right arm and smoothly flows right into “Guardian of the Enterprise” (Cross Armbreaker Hold)!
Referee Mayer is quick to check on Mary. While the hold is naturally painful, Mary’s tolerance for the agony is ridiculously high. She grits her teeth and attempts to fight her way out of the hold. Jessica tries to keep her in the submission, but Mary’s able to roll them over and place her right leg on the bottom rope. The referee doesn’t have to count before Jessica releases Mary’s arm. Once she’s back to her feet, Jessica waits for Mary to get up -- perhaps to the weakness of her somberness. Mary narrows her eyes and rushes Jessica who seizes her with a rolling release suplex -- yet Mary is quickly on her feet! Before Jessica realizes this, the Harem Harlot punishes her with “Nerf This!” (Pelé Kick)! Jessica is staggering but remains on her feet. Unlike her, Mary doesn’t hesitate and she seizes Jessica in a precarious yet familiar position.
The Crowd: Execute Order 66!
Naturally, the referee moves out of the way as the Queen’s Beloved drives Jessica straight into the turnbuckles with “Order 66” (Tiger Suplex)! There’s a chorus of cheers from the fans, though there are a few boos from those loyal to Jessica. Mary pulls Jessica away from the corner -- far from the ropes -- and goes for the pin, hooking the leg. Priscila makes the count!
ONE!
TWO!
NO! Once again, Jessica Matthews kicks out!
TWO!
NO! Once again, Jessica Matthews kicks out!
Gauging Mary’s reaction, it’s hard to tell if she’s surprised or not. Regardless, she continues her assault on Jessica, even going so far as to SLAPPING HER ACROSS THE FACE! Some of the fans boo the disrespect, but maybe, just maybe Mary is trying to snap her technical sister-in-law out of her battle with depression? Jessica takes a step back and for a moment, a shadow casts over her soft blue eyes. Mary looks to conclude this match with “Got ‘Em” (RKO) -- except Jessica pushes herself away! Gritting her teeth, Mary throws a punch towards Jessica, but somehow Jessica’s nowhere to be found?! The moment Mary turns around, Jessica catches her off-guard with a familiar signature move; her husband’s “Snake Bitten” (Midair Back Snap Kick) makes the connection! Both Matthews ladies are down! The fans are raving! The referee checks on them while they’re slowly gathering themselves. However, the moment they get to their feet--
Nick Hanson: Hey, wait a minute!
Jim Reynolds: Aw, shit! That’s the Angry Bull!
--El Toro Violento emerges through the curtains! He’s seeing red when he glares at Mary and charges into the ring. It might come as a surprise when Mary AND Jessica both attack El Toro, but the massive monster doesn’t care and he fights both of them at the same time! The referee quickly steps back and calls for the bell!
DING, DING, DING, DING, DING!
Darlyn Fajardo: Ladies and gentlemen, due to the blatant outside interference, this match is a no-contest!
Jim Reynolds: This is bullshit! I wanted Mare-Bear to destroy the Pity Pally!
Nick Hanson: Forget about that, Jim! All Hell has broken loose in the ring!
It’s a two-on-one situation, but there’s no concern in Leticia Calderon’s eyes as she makes her way down the ramp. Growling, El Toro delivers a MAJOR headbutt to Mary, knocking her onto the mat. He makes a wild swing toward Jessica -- who barely dodges out of the way and retrieves her Captain America Shield. On the outside, Leticia simply laughs at the weapon. Jessica rushes El Toro and tries to swing the shield, but he blocks it and drives the shield back against her face with a big boot! The force sends Jessica through the ropes and out of the ring. There’s nothing the referee can do but get out of dodge before the Monster attempts to ragdoll her! Mary’s up on her feet and she attacks El Toro from behind. However, El Toro sharply turns, seizes Mary, and drives her onto the mat with a powerslam! He rises to his feet…
Leticia Calderón: ¡Detenla!
…and sees his manager from the Shieldmaidens point to Jessica on the outside. Jessica’s trying to shake off the cobwebs, all the while El Toro follows Leticia’s command to stop her. Jessica attempts to grab her shield, but El Toro swats it aside -- as if it was a paperweight to him! Before she can react, El Toro seizes Jessica into a dangerous position AND POWERBOMBS HER ONTO THE RING APRON!
Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD!
Jim Reynolds: Well, Jess is d-e-a-d!
The Paladin crumbles onto the padded floor, her eyes glazed over. The fans are visibly upset by this and they boo El Toro Violento. He begins to make his way back into the ring -- when Mary gets the jump on him with a rage of stomps! Still, he pushes through and gets to his feet, yet even with this, Mary catches him with “Nerf This!” It actually causes the monster to stagger but he remains on his feet. Leticia narrows her eyes. Mary backpedals and looks to rebound against the ropes, but Leticia grabs her right leg! Before Mary can retaliate, Leticia releases her leg with a smirk and backs off with her hands up. Mary tries to go for a discus lariat, but El Toro Violento surprises her with “Head Thrower” (Pop-Up Death Valley Driver)!
Jim Reynolds: Oh no! No, no, NO!
Nick Hanson: Good God, that Head Thrower…! W-what is El Toro Violento doing now?!
The fans look on in terror while El Toro ensnares Mary’s prone form with “Labyrinth’s End” (Guillotine Choke)! The Deranged Digital Duchess is struggling to break away, but the more she tries, the less oxygen is in her lungs. Everyone is shocked to see her pass out after several excruciating seconds! On the outside, Jessica is trying to slowly, shakily pull herself up onto the ring apron. Even though Leticia sees her, she smiles at El Toro Violento as “Reinventing Hatred” by Upon A Burning Body plays from the PA system. The fans are stunned into silent horror when the Monster ROARS! Somehow, Jessica is slowly able to pull Mary out of the ring to relative safety through a successful stealth check. Or perhaps it’s only because the Violent Bull allows it. Leticia joins EL Toro Violento in the ring with a smirk. Nick and Jim are at a loss for words. Jessica’s knees quiver as she lifts Mary’s unconscious form over her back, securing Mary’s arms around her neck and supporting her legs with her arms.
Winner: N/A
Result: No Contest
Result: No Contest
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Cass Baumer: Hey, have you seen Chrissy?
Stagehand: Yeah, I saw her just down the hall a few minutes ago, holding onto that briefcase.
Cass Baumer: Thanks!
Cass takes off down the hallway and turns the corner and as she does, she sees Christina Olson sitting there on a storage crate, holding the briefcase up with a big grin on her face and her phone in her other.
Christina Olson: I know, Goddess, she’s dumber than even you thought she was. She’s never going to outsmart you because you’re the best. I can’t wait to clean your boots later.
Cass looks at Christina as the redhead looks up and sees Cass standing there at the other end of the hallway.
Cass Baumer: I think you have something that belongs to me, Chrissy.
Christina holds the briefcase up with a grin as she shakes it to taunt Cass a little bit.
Christina Olson: You mean the briefcase that belongs to my Goddess? The one I got for her?
Cass’s expression get a little more serious as she watches on, seeing Christina sitting there, just taunting her.
Cass Baumer: That briefcase is mine and you know it. Give it back to me and you can go back to being the little lapdog you’ve turned into.
Christina stands up now, walking towards Cass, holding the briefcase still in her hand as she gets up in the face of Cass.
Christina Olson: Don’t you DARE talk like that about me or Goddess. You have no clue what happens between me and Goddess. You’re just a pathetic little girl who can’t commit to anything or anyone. Deep down, you wish you had what I have right now. I KNOW you’re jealous deep down inside because you can’t have me or MY Goddess!
Cass stands there, just staring at Christina, the anger boiling up a little bit, but she stays silent before she lunges for the briefcase as Christina pulls it away at the last second with a laugh.
Christina Olson: Such a bad girl, Cass, trying to take what isn’t yours. Go back to your lonely, sad, pathetic life and leave well enough alone.
Christina grins as she slaps Cass in the face and turns to walk off as Cass stands there, stunned and before she can even make a move, there’s a wall of Harem girls blocking her path to Christina as she turns back, blowing a kiss at Cass before turning the corner.
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We cut to ringside, as ”Puppeteer” by Rightfield begins to play. From out of the entry tunnel comes Jessi Ozborne, decked out in a QoC cropped tank, black leggings, a pair of Vans, and her typical circular shades. Despite not being scheduled to compete for the night, Jessi’s fists are noticeably wrapped up in wrist tape. However, none of these catch nearly as many eyes as the accessory slung over her shoulder, as Jessi comes armed with an aluminum baseball bat lined endlessly with thumbtacks. She walks around the ringside area, taking a microphone straight from the timekeeper’s area before speaking into it.
Jessi Ozborne: Hello, Chicago…
Jessi puts the microphone up to the air as she continues towards the ring.
Crowd: PAPI’S HOME!!
Jessi Ozborne: That’s right, and Papi’s got some business to tend to, so let’s just get right down to it!
Jessi climbs into the ring as she continues.
Jessi Ozborne: See, anyone who’s been following along for the past few weeks knows, I’ve got a bit of a problem…and that problem seems to only arise the moment I step foot in Chicago. At first, I was scared, I even got a bit paranoid, as would anyone. Imagine the one thing you’ve been tight-lipped about since day one. The one thing you haven’t even told your closest friends or loved ones about. Then imagine all of sudden, someone revealed that they know. That’s enough to fuck with anybody, and if you say it wouldn’t do the same to you, you’re lying. That’s on…
Jessi raises the microphone up for the crowd again.
Crowd: FACTS!!
Jessi Ozborne: Thank you. As I was saying, at first I was determined to tuck my tail and hide. Go home and wait for whatever this problem was to sort itself out. But then last week, I tune into the show to see my girls Jordan and Sanada kill it in the main event, and what I end up seeing is non-consensual footage taken of a private moment I had in my own fucking home. It seems as though that problem in Chicago insists on following me out of Chicago. So now, instead of being afraid, I’m simply pissed.
Jessi whips the baseball bat into view, pointing it straight at the hard camera.
Jessi Ozborne: And the thing about that problem in Chicago, is that it seems to be exclusive to Chicago. ‘Cause in this time span, I’ve been to Detroit, Seattle, Vegas, London, Mexico…you wanna know what all those places have in common? Shit like this doesn’t keep happening in them. Which tells me if it’s anyone who’s been doing this shit? It’s one of you motherfuckers in the back. So now, since the problem isn’t stepping up to be solved…
Jessi gets even more intense, smacking the mat with the thumbtack bat and even leaving a few puncture holes on the canvas. The impact of the bat is immediately met with the flashing of the lights and titantron, much to the shock of the fans. Jessi however, fails to notice it.
Jessi Ozborne: …I’m gonna become a problem in and of myself…for the ENTIRE NFW roster, as of…
Jessi looks down to her clearly barren wrist as though she’s checking a watch.
Jessi Ozborne: Right the fuck now!
Jessi drops the microphone as ”Puppeteer” plays once again. She leaves the ring and heads directly up the ramp, pointing her bat right towards the entryway and talking trash as we cut elsewhere.
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~ Ding Ding Ding ~
The Emperor Aces come down to ringside to watch the match as Pisces starts out with Dona Rotten. Dona and Zoey work on Pisces early until Pisces and Dona start to just wail on each other. Pisces makes a tag to Kosnar and the big man coms and dtsrtas decimating everything in his path. They hit the Spine Splitter and Konar covers Dona.
ONE!
TWO!
ZOEY BREAKS IT UP!
TWO!
ZOEY BREAKS IT UP!
Kosnar throws Zoey into her corner and tags Pisces back in. Kosnar hits a crushing clothesline in the corner on Zoey while Pisces goes to pull up Dona. Dona rolls Pisces into an inside cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
KOSNAR BREAKS IT UP!
TWO!
KOSNAR BREAKS IT UP!
Dona dives the big man in the mouth with an elbow. Zoey staggers out and jumps on Kosnar’s back. Pisces gets Dona in a backslide.
ONE!
TWO!
DONA KICKS OUT!
TWO!
DONA KICKS OUT!
The fight rages on until Kosnar manages to throw Zoey to the ropes and hits a big spinebuster on her. Doan gets an O’Connor roll on Pisces.
ONE!
TWO!
PISCES KICKS OUT!
TWO!
PISCES KICKS OUT!
Dona is propelled towards the big man. Kosnar catches her for the Hornet's Nest. Pisces covers while Kosnar cuts off Zoey from making the save.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here are your winners, Pisces and Kosnar, The Astro Creeps!
With the match over, the Astro Creeps and the Emperor Aces glare at each other. The Astro Creeps slowly rise their championships.
Winners: The Astro Creeps
Result: Pinfall (Hornet’s Nest)
Result: Pinfall (Hornet’s Nest)
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Backstage, Jordan Majors is shown standing next to a covered up board as Sanada stands on and looks at her. Sanada watches Jordan curiously as she slowly paces in front of the board. Jordan stops and looks at Sanada.
Jordan Majors: What?
Sanada shrugs and gives Jordan a look like she’s confused about what’s going on.
Jordan Majors: Oh, right! The board… so…
Jordan turns to her side and pulls the sheet off the board which reveals pictures of the Astro Creeps with various lines drawn from the members to other pictures.
Jordan Majors: I was thinking we should properly scout the Astro Creeps. So I devised this board to figure out first, who are the Astro Creeps?
Sanada raises a brow as Jordan continues on.
Jordan Majors: Obviously we can go get a close look at their match tonight, but look at them. Just look at them. I don’t know if this one is Ass and that one is Tro. Or if that one is Ass and the other one is Tro. But they’re both obviously creeps. And you and I have a big job ahead of us. I know I’ve only been here about half the time that you have, but this opportunity is everything for me. I don’t care how scary they look. They should be scared of us in the ring and what you and I are capable of. They should be in fear of you and I walking out of Rise of Legends as the new tag team champions.
Jordan turns back to the board and points at all the connected pictures.
Jordan Majors: Which is why all of this stuff is important.
Sanada: I don't care if they're creepy shit or anything. To me, they are just stepping stones to our success. As you say, you don't care if they look scary or anything. I don't care either. I understand that this opportunity is everything to you. I know because this opportunity is everything to me too. Therefore, we have the same goal now. Just make sure we beat those scarecrows. And let those assholes know that we're number one here. We're going to beat Astro Creeps at Rise of Legends and become the Tag Team Champions. They're on a different level than us Jordan. I need you to have confidence in me that we'll make it together at Rise of Legends and we'll both walk away from there with champions.
Jordan smiles and gives Sanada a high five that she hangs on to and then stares at Sanada confidently.
Jordan Majors: Sanada… from the moment we teamed for the first time I knew we would be a force to be reckoned with. Nothing, and I mean nothing is going to stop us from getting what we want. Not some thicc girls with an attitude. Not some freaks. We will be the World Tag Team Champions. We were destined for this.
Sanada: I'm not going to lie to you here but I knew from the first day I joined you that we would be a good team. And of course, up until now, you have proved my opinion wrong. We're both great teams, we beat those thicc girls, we proved we're becoming Astro Creeps contenders, and now our only final goal remains. Our destiny with the World Tag Team Champions will not escape us. We'll definitely experience it after we defeat the Astro Creeps, and no one will stop us from it. No one can stop us from being the number one team here. It's the destiny we deserve. Jordan, no one deserves it better than us.
Jordan and Sanada nod to each other and break the high-five with another high-five, back slap, and a knuckle bump before laughing and walking off screen.
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Morgan Payne: Don’t feel bad, we all thought of her as family, Lil.
Lilith looks back at Morgan, nodding her head, but still a bit of a somber look in her eyes.
Lilith Meadows: We know, and it ain’t like we is fightin Chrissy or nothin. It’s still super poopy that Jamie thought she had to turn her back on us and now goin after Abi too? We wish we knew what was goin on in her head.
Morgan Payne: I know, baby, I know, but dat means she wasn’t really family at all, right?
Lilith Meadows: Yeah, you’re right, Morggy. Tonight is my first match back and I can’t let all the people down neither. We can’t go out there and not give it everything we got tonight.
Lilith stands up and turns to face Morgan and gives her a hug with a smile.
Lilith Meadows: Y’all have been the only family I known for what feels like forever now. Y’all mean the world to me and watchin someone I thought was in that circle throw it all away for some reason, I can’t let that stuff go unnoticed and I gotta fight for us, for The Kingdom now and forever. Jamie can’t do whatever she wants, but to turn her back on family for whatever reason is usually never, ever smart. Tonight we gotta be the one to show Jamie that fact and we can’t let her escape without bein taught that lesson. Thanks, Morggy, now go shower, you stink!
Lilith giggles as she kisses Morgan on the cheek and walks out the door as Morgan shakes her head and the scene fades out.
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~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Ohio clubs Bubba from behind knocking the big country boy onto the ropes. As he turns around, Ohio sprays him with the Bloody Mary. Bubba falls to the mat screaming from the pain in his eyes. Ohio cocks his head to the left, looking down at the screaming man below him. A smirk comes to Ohio’s face as he stomps viciously at Bubba’s arm. Bubba tries to roll away and Ohio drops down, looking for the Soul Reaper. He makes sure that as he slaps it on, Bubba is in contact with the ropes just so the referee will have to call for the break. Bubba cries out in ain as the referee calls for the break, warning Ohio he’ll be disqualified if he does not do so. Ohio allows himself a small, cruel chuckle as the refere starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI-...
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI-...
Ohio releases the hold and rolls away as Bubba remains blinded and in pain. The referee warns Ohio and gets almost no reaction in response. Ohio drops down and puts the hold on exactly as he did before, causing Bubba once again to cry out but also causing the referee to warn him about a possible disqualification. Ohio once again only smiles as the referee calls for the break and then starts the count.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI-...
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
FI-...
Ohio releases the hold, the referee warning him to watch himself. Ohio stomps on Bubba again and then pulls the wounded country boy over towards the middle of the ring. Ohio drops down and slaps on the Soul Reaper again. Bubba cries out again and Ohio seems to revel in it even as he pulls back harder. Bubba cries quickly cut off as the big man passes out in the hold. The referee call for the bell even as Ohio hold on even more.
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, GABRIEL OHIO!!
Before the referee can even try to disengage Ohio, Sylvia Lopez comes screaming down the aisle. Ohio happily releases his grip and rolls away as Sylvia dives into the ring. Ohio steps away as Sylvia screams at him. Security moves in to keep anyone else from fighting as Camero and Shan Worley arrive to check on and attend to Bubba.
Winner: Gabriel Ohio
Result: Submission (Soul Reaper)
Result: Submission (Soul Reaper)
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Jamie Austin: I said before, and I will say it again. I have no qualms about making my statement by going through the members of the Kingdom if I really have to. But I refuse to be in their shadow anymore. Someone they thought was a friend/family? Oh please…once the newness of my being around had worn off, that was that! I was just another pretty face in the crowd to them!
Jamie paused for a moment and shook her head a bit. Pretty faces, good bodies…that was who they surrounded themselves with, and it took her way too long to realize that. The Texas native made a “tch” sound before she refocused on the camera.
Jamie Austin: You’re interesting while you’re new and shiny unless you get “lucky” enough to be a member of the Collective. It took me far too long to see where I truly fell with them. And there’s certainly no love lost on my end. To the blind eye, it’s a great little…family to be a part of.
Jamie rolled her eyes and scoffed some. Yeah, it was a great little family…as long as you were one of the ‘chosen’ ones which she never was. The woman crossed her arms across her chest as she shifted her weight slightly.
Jamie Austin: Tonight I get the Faerie, and while the entity that put me out on injury isn’t the one in control any longer, it doesn’t matter to me either way. I’m still going to have oh so much fun taking my revenge though I suppose I should thank her. My eyes were opened to who, and what, really matters to the Kingdom. I realized my proper place thanks to that injury. But as thankful as I should be, I’m going to enjoy giving a beatdown where one is deserved.
Jamie went to walk away, seemingly done with being in front of the camera before her match, but a thought made her pause and turn her attention back to the device. There was a smirk on her face as she placed a hand on her hip before she spoke again.
Jamie Austin: Enjoy being the new interest for now, Abigail. Once they’re bored of you, you’ll realize that you don’t actually mean a damn thing to them. You’ll know where to find me when that happens. When you realize that I’m right about all of them. They’re treating you all sweet and sugary for now, but it’s not going to last forever. The shininess will wear off as will the newness, and you’ll just end up being another pretty face and hot body that was invited into the Kingdom only to be dumped on your ass when something happens that makes you quite less significant in their eyes.
With that, the scene faded out as Jamie blew a kiss to the camera then walked off down the hallway.
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Cameron Worley: Now just hold it a sec, Bubba, and we’ll have it all gone. Y’all doin’ good now, just a little more.
Bubba nods as he sits very still, almost like a chastised child who thinks/knows he’s been bad.
Shawn Worley: Now, Bubba, you know this ain’t been your fault tonight, right?
Cameron finishes and Bubba looks at Shawn, visibly upset.
Big Bubba Thompson: I’m sorry…
Both Worley Brothers start shaking their heads immediately.
Cameron Worley: Naw, Bubba, it ain’t like that at all.
Shawn Worley: You ain’t done nothin’ wrong…
Before Bubba can say anything in response, Sylvia Lopez walks into the area and looks him over. Bubba stands up, clearly worried he’s in even more trouble now than he already thought he was. Sylvia stares at him for what seems like ages before simply hugging him. Bubba looks at her, now more confused than anything else. Sylvia releases her grip on him and walks away without saying a word.
Big Bubba Thompson: But…. but I brokeded her toy….
Cameron smiles.
Cameron Worley: She knows, Bubba… she knows…
Shawn smiles as well.
Shawn Worley: She ain’t right, but she ain’t all bad neither…
Cameron Worley: No she ain’t.
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~DING DING DING~
As Jamie and Lilith look to start, Abigail Lindsay sits down to watch from ringside. Jamie and Lilith start fighting, both trying to quick the other. Jamie gets Lilith on the mata dn goes to put her feet on the ropes.
ONE!
TWO!
Abigail shoves her feet off the ropes.
LILITH KICKS OUT AND REVERSES INTO AN INSIDE CRADLE!
ONE!
TWO!
JAMIE KICKS OUT!
Lilith rolls through into a heel hook. Jamie cries out and grabs the bottom rope. The referee calls for the break and Lilith gives it. Jamie punches Lilith as they both stand up and then rakes her eyes. Jamie gets her into an O’Connor roll, pulling the tights.
ONE!
TWO!
Abigail hit Jamie in the ass to cause her to lose her grip on Lilith’s rights.
LILITH KICKS OUT!
Jamie stands up by the ropes and starts pointing at Abigail on the floor. Abigail argues back. The two continue to scream at each other, each one getting close to slapping the other. Abigail climbs up onto the apron and yells more. Lilith comes running over, looking for a flying forearm but Jamie ducks out of the way and Lilith crashes into Abigail, sending her flying off the apron. Lilith stares in shock and horror at the fallen Abigail, having never meant to touch her. Jamie takes the opportunity to slip in behind Lilith and roll her up.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, JAMIE AUSTIN!!
Nick Hanson: Why that sniveling little… She really is a snake!!
Winner: Jamie Austin
Result: Pinfall (Rollup)
Result: Pinfall (Rollup)
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“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: It bae an interestin’ night, yea?
Banshee nod in agreement.
Aoife “Banshee” Maguire: Aye, several champions fightin’ taenight. Morgan Payne, th’ Astro Craeps, an’ Johnny Towers…
Psycho shakes her head in disgust.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Feckin’ hell, I could bae doin’ without th’ last tree gammy bastards meself.
Banshee shrugs.
Aoife “Banshee” Maguire: Only one bae missin bae Dane Preston.
Psycho nods.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, he bae a good one. We kin bae scoutin’ th’ lot o’ them in one night but fer tha.
Banshee grins.
Aoife “Banshee” Maguire: Mebbe he’ll bae on th’ next one then?
Psycho shrugs.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Mebbe… let’s go finish watchin’ this lot…
Aoife “Banshee” Maguire: Aye.
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Jessi Ozborne: Where’s everybody now?! Y’all weren’t hiding just a second ago!
Jessi comes across a few doors on her way down the hallway, fiddling with the doorknob to no avail.
Jessi Ozborne: Swear to God, someone’s taking this thing straight to the dome if I don’t get some FUCKING ANSWERS!
She continues to walk down the hallway, before being stuck frozen. The camera pans around to the interview area. A spotlight sits on the floor of the area, shattered and in the same position it was when it almost fell onto Jessi two weeks prior. The LED monitor that decorates the set flickers, with the picture coming on regularly to say ”REGINA”. The sight of this gets Jessi even angrier as she takes a mighty swing with the bat that sends it crashing straight through the screen!
Jessi Ozborne: WHO THE FUCK THINKS THIS SHIT IS FUNNY?!
Jessi continues her destruction, using her thumbtack bat to break the stand on which the monitor sits on, as well as the backdrop of the area itself. Eventually, Jessica Clarkson-Morian, Collision’s GM, comes walking (or waddling, for lack of a better term) into frame.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: H-hey! Jessi!
She keeps a moderately safe distance as she approaches the angry, armed woman. Her own face has nervousness written all over it.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Jessi…? I-it’s alright. C-calm…
No. She doesn’t wanna say that. She backtracks.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: ...Just breathe. T-this ain’t helping, anything…
Jessi Ozborne: Oh so what?! I’m just supposed to stand back?! Let whoever’s doing this just keep getting with it?! With all due respect, Jess? Fuck! That!
Jessi bashes the downed monitor again out of frustration. Jessica jumps as the bat impacts the monitor, letting out a yelp.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: W-well wait! What can I do? L-let me help you! It’s my job…
Jessi Ozborne: How?!
Jessie pauses, her hands twiddling together as she runs through possible options in her head.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: ...I…I don’t know. What if I doubled down on arena security? What if I made a match…? Well, no, that wouldn’t work if we don’t know who it is. Security might work, though? Double checking on who comes in and out? Maybe?
It’s becoming clear that even the General Manager is nearly at a loss on what to do.
Jessi Ozborne: No! I want the head of whichever bitch in this locker room is doing this! Nothing more, nothing less! And I’m not leaving until I get it!
Jessica takes a deep breath, extending a shaky hand out to Jessi.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Jessi…I can’t have that. I know you want whoever it is. I can do my best to find out. I can’t have you raising Cain back here while I do that, though. So please…put the bat down…go back to your locker room…get your things…go home. Come back next week.
She pauses for a beat.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: ...I mean it, Jessi. T-that’s an order… For your own good.
Jessi’s expression starts to relax, finally coming to the realization of how much her actions are stressing out the GM.
Jessi Ozborne: Fine…I’ll go home…But I’m keeping the bat. I like this bat…
Jessi takes off towards the locker rooms, leaving Jessica standing amongst the wreckage.
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~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Towers and Graves lock-up with Graves trying to start a fist fight with the usually ultra-violent British hooligan. Towers catches her coming in for a release overhead belly to belly suplex. Grave staggers up and Towers hits her with a discus lariat before going for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
GRAVES KICKS OUT!
TWO!
GRAVES KICKS OUT!
Towers tries to pull her up for another suplex but Graves gives him a stiff knee and then jumps up into a second one that puts Towers on a knee. Graves starts a kick combination that ends with Waking The Dead. Graves covers.
ONE!
TWO!
TOWERS KICKS OUT!
TWO!
TOWERS KICKS OUT!
Towers pulls himself up on the ropes and Graves tries for a roll up. Towers rolls through dn jumps up into a big European uppercut. Graves falls back against the ropes and Towers hits an ultra stiff headbutt. Towers covers.
ONE!
TWO!
GRAVES KICKS OUT!
TWO!
GRAVES KICKS OUT!
Graves rolls Towers into a cradle but Towers rolls it through dn Graves kicks out. Both get to their feet and Graves gets the Grave Keeper.
ONE!
TWO!
TOWERS KICKS OUT!
TWO!
TOWERS KICKS OUT!
The two both get up again and Towers gets in a big kick before hitting FUBAR! He covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, JOHNNY TOWERS!!
Nick Hanson: He did it! I’m actually impressed!
Jim Reynolds: Of course he did, Nicky! He’s one of the best wrestlers in the world!
Nick Hanson: Uh-huh. Talking about the guy who throws the rulebook out the window, constantly!!
Jim Reynolds: He just has his own way of doing things, is all.
Nick Hanson: Well, General Manager Jessica Morian has set the ground rules for him. We’ll see how long he can hold up, but for now, so long everyone! We’ll see you next week!
Winner: Johnny Towers
Result: Pinfall (FUBAR)
Result: Pinfall (FUBAR)
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