NFW Collision #173!

Nick Hanson: Welcome to New Frontier Wrestling’s Tuesday Night Collision, ladies and gentlemen! We’ve got a great show for you tonight! It’s our go home episode before Reckoning Day V, next Tuesday, June 27th!

Olivia Mayfaire: That’s right, Nicky! It’s shaping up to be a hell of an event. We’re bound to see some insane moments that are gonna blow our minds and I can’t wait.

Jim Reynolds: This show’s gonna have it all as always. Each year it’s like clockwork for some bad blood to be settled, but that’s next week. Tonight, we’re gonna find out just how much more intense things can get between the competitors. Let’s get started!
Tanja was sitting in the corner of the area assigned for the visiting roster during the Event Horizons tournament. She had her laptop with her as she was working on an article for the sports section of the paper in New Orleans. She rarely got a chance to work on stuff for the paper due to her duties as manaloa of the tribe, being a professional wrestler and being the vessel of the Loa spirit that assisted Baron Criminal in the world of the living.

Tanja Devereaux The life of someone who has a lot on her plate is chaotic. How I have been able to juggle things like this is beyond me.

Voice: Yo, Tanja, where y’at?

Tanja looked up to see who had spoken to her and saw the familiar face she had not seen in a long time.

Tanja had set up a small shrine in a darker room that was away from the rest of both rosters so she could tap into the Loa to guide her in the qualifier.

Tanja Devereaux Oh I know it is weird to hear me speak like this. Normally it has been one of the spirits that guides me that most usually hear from me. Right now she is dealing with a personal matter. What brings you by fellow proud Southern Belle from the party street of Bourbon Street?

Ashley Kenyon can’t help but smile knowingly.

Ashley Kenyon: Yeah, I’d imagine anyone that hears you right now would be like, “The fuck, she doesn’t always talk…strange?” And I’d get to shake my head and laugh like, “Naw, she don’t always sound like Twoey and fuck you very much for callin’ ‘em strange!”

She shrugs playfully.

Ashley Kenyon: Besides, they ain’t never seen Bourbon Street after dark or seen Pere Dagobert. Anybody that knows there’s some seriously strange shit in New Orleans and talkin’ like that ain’t one of them!

Tanja Devereaux How can I forget? I spent a lot of time with the Krews on Bourbon Street, whether it is Mardi Gras or not, when I wasn’t studying, being in a spiritual leader or doing the cemetery tours.

Ashley nods.

Ashley Kenyon: See, you seen some shit! Fuckin’ hell, it’s honestly funny watchin’ some people who never been on them tours who come in expectin’ it to all be bullshit and get the business end of Marie Laveau and start runnin’ like little kids, screamin’ like banshees. Lord knows, that had to be fun for you and would not have been somethin’ anyone here would have expected to see from you. Fuck, you used to play it up sometimes, ain’t nobody would have expected that sassy shit from you.

Tanja let out a rare laugh of contentment that wasn’t a cold style of laugh when Ashley brought up the memories.

Tanja Devereaux I know that I am mainly known as someone who is focused on my work and stuff in my personal life but the sassy and eccentric side does give a boost sometimes.

Ashley smiles broadly.

Ashley Kenyon: Y’all ready to let it fly in this one? You know we’re gonna have to beat on each other as if we owe each other money, right?

Tanja Devereaux It is something that you and I must do as this tournament has put friends against each other and this is the case with us Southern Belles.

Ashley Kenyon: They ain’t never seen us have a woodshed party before.

Tanja shared a coy smile to the fellow New Orleanian.

Tanja Devereaux Violence is part of this tournament is to be expected and in New Orleans, we have seen a lot of it over the years.

Ashley Kenyon: You ain’t lyin’. Spose when the bell rings, we just go out there and let this shit rip and whatever happens, happens. Then we go paint the town red afterwards… possibly literally depending on the mood!

Tanja nodded in respect to Ashley as the two of them prepared to go for their match. It was rare for the Cajun to be friendly with anyone but sometimes when someone with whom she respects and knew from back home was a calming path for her.
Quinn: So Ms. Graves today you face my most greatest creation who will destroy you and began to cleanse all who opposes their goddess today you shall become martyr for everyone who oppose the in coming darkness and the onslaught is coming and this will be violent and i shall bring fire and brimstone to the ring and all shall bear witness to rebirth and reintroduction of VixSin.

Quinn was sitting in front of a table which had a black tablecloth over it and on the table there's a crystal ball and Quinn began to rub the ball gazing into the future of one Darcy Grave the ball at first was cloudy and grey like it was unsure but then It became as she saw Darcy's future

Quinn: Aww Ms graves the future for you looks bleak and full of despair. But in your immediate future I see violence and unparalleled destruction you shall be overcome with something of the likes have never been seen again you shall face the ultimate judgment.

VixSin was groaning and moaning and making other noises which delighted Quinn. Quinn got up from her chair which in the light of the candles look like a throne she put her hand on VixSin's face the same way one would to a dog and on her face a sickening smile began to form

Quinn: It looks like my monster is getting hungry and that's bad news because the true she will devour anyone who stands in my way and unfortunately Ms. Graves I wish the spirits didn't have to align this way but spirits have chosen you to be a sacrifice for the goddess to like all good servants VixSin must deliver tribute to me.

VixSin began to scream as Quinn was laughing hysterically and then It just went dark
Backstage, Coco is enjoying the fruits of her labor. Gone are the fatty food stands and in place is a juice bar. Coco holds onto an old-timey milkshake style glass, sipping through it with a straw. Gagging at what comes up through the straw, she throws the juice into the face of a worker, drenching them in a muck-colored fruit concoction.

Coco St. Cloud: Uck. I don't know what's worse. The horribly, revolting, disgusting nastiness that we've just seen in the form of that ugly ass dwarf, VixSin, growling and grunting in the closest attempt she has to human English...

She gagged, fanning her face with a free hand. It wasn't becoming or ladylike to be seen in such a state.

Coco St. Cloud: or kiwi. I hate kiwi. Get it out of my sight!

Coco frowned, chasing the sip down with a generous glug of imported mineral water from the French alps. Brushing a thumb along her full lower lip and wincing the taste of the revolting fruit away.

Coco St. Cloud: Speaking of awful, nasty kiwis... Cass Baumer. How you doin' baby? Awful, I hope.

Coco smiled "pleasantly."

Coco St. Cloud: See, when I became aware that you and I were going to be meeting in a history first-time ever match in Cocollision's official debut? I was excited! You are the first opponent who's name I actually knew going into the match! Granted, it's because people are always talking about your lack of journalistic intregrity and saying that AI could write something with more heart and interest than you could... but I'd heard of you! And the more I got to see for myself the more I realized all of your critics were right. You're a desperate little attention whore, seeking validation and your foot in the door of grown people's business. And when you get shut out of grown folks' business? You whine and stomp your feet like a child, and I got my fill of actual children with Chastity Belt, okay? I'm not a babysitter. I am the undefeated, the incredible, and the style icon, the MAIN CHARACTER, your head baddie: Coco St. Cloud!

Coco said, her hands resting on the curves of her cokebottle hips.

Coco St. Cloud: Who are you, Casshole? You're irksome, bothersome, and you got eyebrows like skin on the outside of a kiwi fruit. Your accent is ugly, and you look like poverty. Especially since an eyebrow wax is like, what? Eight dollars? I know the exchange rate's probably brutal, but for some reason I cannot fathom, people keep hiring you so... you can spare it to make yourself more presentable. You're an identity crisis in an incredibly undesirable package, but as always...

Her arms gesture out to the side. The Cocolliseum still under Coco's "improvements." The sparkle in the paint on the walls reflecting and glimmering.

Coco St. Cloud: C-S-C is a giver. So I'll tell you what you are: the next entry into the official Baddie Handbook. The story of my life, and the ugly stepping stones I've overcome on my way to becoming champion. And look at the bright side! It's the first time the name Cass Baumer and the word 'baddie' will be used in the same book! Much LESS the same sentence!

She smiled, clapping her hands together excitedly.

Coco St. Cloud: So when you're out there, and your girl Coco has you lookin' up at the lights? I expect a thank you for doin' the hard work for you and everyone else around here.

She said, turning her attention to the juice bar worker. Glancing at the remaining kiwi waiting to be scooped in revulsion and prompting him to scoop it up and into the nearest trashcan. A grin stretches across her face as her attention returns to her water.
Collision returns from a short sponsor break to an attentive crowd as General Manager Jessica Clarkson-Morian stands in the ring by a table with a microphone in hand and a contract inside a binder in the center. When she has everyone’s attention, she lifts her microphone to speak.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Ladies and gentlemen, thank y’all for coming to see the show this evening. Without wasting too much time, I reckon we’ll get down to this contract signing for Reckoning Day V. A match that’ll be revealed right here tonight during this here signing. First, I wanna invite the woman who has the honor of deciding the type of match that will take place, along with one of the participants. Miss Anya and Miss Christina Olson, please come on down to the ring.

The familiar, unsettling sound of a woman’s voice in the throes of bliss are heard as “Mommy” by Mushroomhead fills the arena. A moment later, Pet comes walking out, pulling Christina Olson behind her by a leash attached to her collar. Christina walks with her hands folded in front of her and her head down, still giving off that scolded dog vibe as Pet reaches ringside. As soon as she stops, Christina moves past her and climbs up onto the apron. Pet, keeping hold of the chain in her hand, walks slowly over to the steps and ascends them, wearing an ever so wicked smirk on her face. As she reaches the apron, Christina kneels down on the bottom rope and pushes the middle one up for Pet to daintily step inside the ring. Wasting no time, Pet gives the chain a sharp tug, forcing Christina to scramble through the ropes lest she be dragged across the mat. Christina pulls one of the chairs out and kneels down beside it, lowering her head with her hands in her lap as Pet takes her seat. Pet rests her hand on top of Christina’s head, idly drumming her fingers across her red hair. She looks up, expectantly at the General Manager.

Jessica smiles and nods politely to the two before addressing the fans, once more.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Next, I’d like to invite out Miss Christina’s opponent with whom she will be facing off against. Please, Miss Morgan Payne, come on down.

As soon as Jessie’s done speaking, The Amity Affliction’s “Pittsburgh” blasts through the PA system, sending Chicago into an excited pop as Morgan Payne comes walking out of the tunnel, rocking a “Behold The Kingdom” beanie over her long hair and a sleeveless cut off of their new merch shirt. Morgan comes down to the ring with a stone faced expression as she climbs up onto the apron, wipes her feet and steps through the ropes. She grabs the chair set out for her, flips it around and plops down in it, leaning forward with her arms folded across the backrest in front of her, just staring across the table at Pet.

Once everyone is in the ring and seated, Jessica, still standing, reaches over and slides the binder towards herself. She opens it and looks down to read it into the microphone.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Alright, y’all. It says here, now, on the 27th of June, here at the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum in Chicago, Illinois, there will be a match between Christina Olson and Morgan Payne with the personal contract of which Miss Christina and Miss Anya have signed between each other to be on the line and awarded to the winner. The match will be set for one fall with a thirty minute time limit. In the event of a time limit draw, the contract will be retained by Miss Anya. Outside of the ring, there will be No Disqualification and No Countouts. However…

Jessica pauses as she sees something in the contract and her shoulders visibly slump. She looks at Anya with severe disappointment in her eyes as the self proclaimed Goddess just smiles smugly at her and tells her to continue reading. Jessica shakes her head to herself as she does so.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: However…all individuals signed as competitive talent to New Frontier Wrestling, with the exception of Christina Olson and Morgan Payne…and Etsuko Mitzusaka…are banned from ringside while the match is active. In addition…all members who have pledged their fealty to…”Our” Goddess Anya…will be surrounding the ring, operating as ringside enforcers to ensure the match is contested for fairly and impartially…

Olivia Mayfaire: You’ve gotta be kidding me! That’s a damn one sided Lumberjack match!

Nick Hanson: Pet has stacked the cards against Morgan Payne here, severely!

Jim Reynolds: Hey! How dare you two presume that Our Goddess is not a just and benevolent Goddess! This is a fair setup!

Olivia Mayfaire: This is fucking bullshit is what this is! Morgan Payne’s going into a match where she’s outnumbered, god only knows how many to one and nobody can come out to help her!!

Jim Reynolds: God might not know, but Goddess knows!

Olivia Mayfaire: You make me sick, Jim. You know that? You really make me sick!

Nick Hanson: Now you know how I feel, most of the time.

Jim Reynolds: Hey, fuck you, Nicky!

Olivia Mayfaire: No, fuck you, Jim! You flip flop on who you favor worse than anyone I know! I know a few but out of the kindness of my heart, I’m not naming any names!

Jessica places the pen down on top of the open binder and slides it back between Anya and Morgan.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: If these terms are agreeable, ladies, would you be so kind as to sign at the bottom so that we can continue on with tonight’s events?

Morgan’s posture shifts just a bit and Pet’s hand suddenly lifts up to stop her.

Pet: Ah ah! Allow me. I will sign first, thank you. Christina?

Pet says, not even giving Christina the courtesy of a look as the uncharacteristically meek woman reaches across the table from her knees, trying to reach the binder but she can’t quite get to it. After a brief moment, Morgan visibly sighs and reaches over, sliding the binder under her hand. Before Christina can touch it, though, Pet raises her mic.

Pet: What is wrong with you?!

And she backhands Christina off her knees down to the mat. On reflex, Morgan shoots up out of her chair and kicks it to the side, now standing across the table. Pet holds up a finger to her.

Pet: You so much as dare lay a hand on me before I sign this and this match is off and you will never see her again! Do you understand me?

Morgan stands with her fists balled at her sides. It’s taking every fiber of her being not to fly across that table and pound Pet into a bloody pulp. Pet smiles, seeing the conflict in her face then turns to Christina with a look of disgust.

Pet: Get up and hand me the damned contract!

Rubbing her cheek, Christina gets back up onto her knees and finally slides the contract towards Pet. Her Mistress simply holds out her hand which Christina quickly clicks the pen and places it in her grasp. Pet smiles and starts to move the pen to the paper but stops. Her smile grows and she flings the pen across the table at Morgan who catches it instinctively. Pet reaches up into her hair and pulls out one of the pins used to keep it up. She suddenly reaches down and grabs Christina by the wrist, pulling her hand up. She speaks loud enough to be heard through the mic on the table.

Pet: Give me your thumb. Give me your thumb!

Christina sticks her thumb out and Pet, to the horror of the crowd and Jessica Morian, pushes the pin into her flesh until blood begins to drop. Christina winces, tears forming in her eyes as Pet touches her thumb to hers and shows her own thumb to Morgan with Christina’s blood on it. Pet presses her thumb to her signature block on the contract then licks the rest of it off of her skin as she releases Christina’s wrist and picks up the mic.

Pet: The slave’s blood. The Goddess’ unique print. Signed and sealed by both. Now, it’s all on you. You filthy little street born piece of trash!

Then, to the disdain of the crowd, much like Morgan did to Pet three weeks ago, she rears back and lets a wad of spit launch across the table right up into Morgan’s face! Morgan instantly retracts, turning away as she wipes the phlegm out of her eye and off of her cheek. She looks as it drips from her hand in a disgusting, slow dribble and reaches out to pick up the other microphone from her side of the table.

Morgan Payne: Yanno somethin’...? I ain’t gonna lie t’ya…maybe I had dat comin’. Eye for an eye right?

Morgan pauses, looking at the spit as she flicks it off of her fingers away from anyone in the ring and wipes the rest on her jeans, staring hard at Pet while she continues to speak.

Morgan Payne: But yanno what else? I paid for dat already. Paid for it ahtta my last check, cuz a wrestler layin’ hands on a manager, dat’s assault and grounds for company repercussions n’at, yeah? But then hold up…what’s dat clause say after dat again? If a manager physically provokes a wrestler…yadda yadda yadda…all bets are off, yeah?

Pet’s smile suddenly starts to fade from her face as the crowd starts to anticipate something. Morgan looks to the General Manager.

Morgan Payne: Ayo, boss lady. Don’t what she just did count as physical provocation or whatever ya wanna call it?

To the humor of many in the crowd and probably those watching on their TVs, Jessica makes a worried face and slowly nods in agreement, not sure she’s liking where this is going.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Well…why yes Miss Morgan, I reckon it does.

Morgan smiles from ear to ear and points to Jessie.

Morgan Payne: Dat’s what I thought. Apprecia’chu! And uhh Pet?

Morgan clicks her tongue winks and motions down to the binder.

Morgan Payne: Seeing as ya went and signed tha contract…

And without wasting another second, she drops the microphone and goes flying across the table, tackling Pet right out of her chair!!!!! The fans in the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum jump out of their seats, letting out an ear splitting pop as Morgan takes Pet to the mat in a ground mount and just starts laying in with the punches. Christina Olson, retracts back in shock, not sure what to really do in the heat of the moment. She just sits there, eyes wide, jaw agape while Morgan rains right hands down across Pet’s head.

Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne!!!! Taking it to Mistress Anya!!!

Olivia Mayfaire: Get you some!!!!! Get her!!!

Morgan eventually lets up on the punches and stands up off of Pet who immediately scrambles away from her in absolute horror. Pet crawls towards the ropes to help herself stand up. She shrieks at the cheering crowd, demanding that they shut up! Behind her, Morgan grabs up the chair Pet was sitting in and snaps it shut, rearing it back and waits. Pet has no idea what’s happening behind her and as she turns around, Morgan swings for the fences, CRACKING HER OVER THE HEAD!!!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Nick Hanson: A vicious chair shot, fueled by the pent up frustrations of Morgan Payne!

Pet lays out on the mat, wincing in pain as blood oozes from her forehead. Morgan sees this and an idea clearly forms in her head as she tosses the chair aside and walks over to Pet. She leans down and grabs her by the hair, pulling her up enough to wipe her thumb across Pet’s bloodied forehead. Morgan walks back over to the contract on the table and presses her thumb into her own signature block. She closes the binder and slides it across the table to Jessie before grabbing the microphone again and turns her attention back to Pet.

Morgan Payne: If it weren’t for the fact dat I’m takin’ what you stole from me…from us…from The Kingdom, next week…I’d still be kickin’ your teeth dahn your fuckin’ throat. I’mma show you though…whatever hold you got on Chrissy?

She points behind her at Christina as the redhead slowly makes it up to her feet. Morgan’s eyes are still locked on Pet.

Morgan Payne: It ain’t as strong as you think it is. It ain’t stronger than our bond we’ve had since tha day she came into dis company! Next week, she’s free. She comes home. And you get left wif jack and shit. Bitch!

Morgan throws the microphone down at her and stands there seething with rage. Pet picks the microphone up, blood running down her face…and begins to laugh. Morgan grows confused, more like incredulous as she shakes her head.

Pet: Hahahahahahahaha!!!! You simple minded…lowlife…stupid…little…bitch! You really believe that a my influence - a Goddess’ influence - can be so easily shaken? Well let me remind you. CHRISTINA!!! AVENGE YOUR GODDESS!!!

Morgan starts to spin around but gets BLASTED with a Superkick by Christina which sends back, falling on top of the table, motionless. Christina stands there, staring vacantly, shaking her head at Morgan, mouthing that she should have listened.

Pet: Now…FINISH IT!!!

Christina turns directly to Pet and bows her head in compliance before moving to the corner and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. She stands tall then leaps off, coming down on top of Morgan and the table with “Firestarter (Shooting Star Press)” and SMASHES the table into pieces underneath Morgan! Clutching herself in pain from the impact, Christina immediately goes over and helps Pet up. Pet reaches down and snatches up Morgan’s beanie which came off during the initial scuffle. She uses it like a rag to wipe the blood off her face and drops it onto Morgan’s chest as she lifts the mic again.

Pet: See you next week…insect. At your reckoning!

Pet drops the microphone as Mushroomhead’s “Mommy” plays again. Pet and Christina exit the ring where Pet then takes the end of the leash in her hand but smiles at Christina and strokes her face, telling her “good girl.” The two walk back up towards the stage with Pet leaving plenty of slack in the chain as Christina obediently and seemingly more willingly walks behind her.

Olivia Mayfaire: I…I can’t believe what we just saw!

Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne has been absolutely laid out by her friend…former friend I’d dare say! A woman she held dear to her heart!

Jim Reynolds: The Goddess’ will be done!! That’s just how it is!

Nick Hanson: What’s gonna happen next week in this match that’s been signed?! Is it even still worth fighting for?!

The two disappear towards the back, leaving Jessica Morian in the ring, clutching the contract in her hands as she kneels beside an unconscious Morgan Payne, calling for some help as the shot changes.
Alastair was still recovering from his match on Trauma as he was taking in Collision from catering, along with everyone else. He knew the week ahead would be a hectic one but will be for a lot of people on Collision with the PPV coming up. For him it was even more of a structured preparation due to one of the biggest matches in his career while on Collision for the World title. While he was working on his shoulder, he noticed how others were watching him adjust the pain. Alastair went to the medical department to have it checked out.

Alastair Frost I know the damage was checked out after Trauma but I need to know if my shoulder will hold up for the PPV?

Alastair let out a low rumbling growl as he listened to medical staff give him their opinion on his shoulder as the bruises still appeared in and around that area.

Alastair Frost I know none of you will want to give me words I don’t want to hear due to my anger management issues but just give it to me straight up.

Alastair listened to the staff and he knew that they were reluctant of giving him the medical advice needed for him.

Alastair Frost Dona may be the new holder of the title and she wants to make herself the big wolf of Collision but you are not. All I see is an insecure woman who can’t handle the bright likes that comes with being champion. Reckoning Day will have the biggest and brightest lights possible during her first title defence and she will end up failing.

Alastair grimaced in pain as he felt the pain in his forearm as the medical staff continued to check his arm but he forced them away from it.

Alastair Frost Dona has a lot to prove to show that she can handle being a holder of a main title on a brand. I know that I could when Destiny was open while I was Destiny Champion. I earned my first major title at a PPV and I will do it again on Reckoning Day in order to show that I proved that I am not just an angry man who hates authority. I am called the Master Tactician for a reason and Dona’s day of reckoning will come at hand when your maker will come for you as I take what you hold dear.

The medical staff gave something for the pain before Alastair left the room to return to his eyeing of Collision.
Backstage, Josh Davidson stands by with the Emperor Aces. They both have their tag team championships on their shoulders. Jordan is sporting a bandage over her right eye and some bruises on the left side of her face. Sanada stands by sporting her typical confident look.

Josh Davidson: We are just days away from Reckoning Day V, and I’m standing by with the NFW Tag Team Champions, the Emperor Aces. Now, Jordan, Sanada… how are you both feeling as your next title defense approaches against the Cortez Dynasty?

Jordan and Sanada share a look between each other and Jordan nods her head at Sanada to speak her mind first.

Sanada: How do I feel? Of course, I'm definitely feeling good about our next defense, the Emperor Aces, because we'll prove that in the New Frontier Wrestling tag division we're the number one team here. Think how ready they are for us. But they definitely won't be able to take the championship away from us. I'm pretty sure they'll learn a lesson that dares to challenge us so much. They will learn that no matter how hard they try, they will eventually end up failing.

Sanada smiles confidently and Jordan grins back before she puts her arm around her friend and leans against her.

Jordan Majors: I feel just like Sanada. And I know… I know what these guys tried to do. They tried to convince the world that we aren’t on the same page somehow. We are Queens of Chaos, and not only that, we are bound by friendship. We took this company and its tag division by storm because of the things that unite us AND because of the things that make us unique. Not in spite of them. We don’t plan on losing these titles any time soon. The Dynasty will probably give us a fight, but like Sanada said… they will end up failing in the end.

Josh Davidson: Jordan, how are you doing after that grueling match with Adrianna Salvatore just a few days ago on Trauma?

Sanada turns and looks at Jordan, who lets out a sigh before she looks at Josh.

Jordan Majors: Look, I know how it looks, but I can assure you nothing will stop me from defending these titles with one of my best friends at my side. If anything, that match against Adrianna has prepared me for anything. I WILL be ready for Reckoning Day.

Josh Davidson: Sanada, are you prepared to carry the workload in this match if Jordan is a step slow?

Jordan shoots Josh an annoyed look and turns to look at Sanada as she rolls her eyes.

Sanada: Listen, Josh, fuck it up about what happened in Trauma. It's over and it's not as important as what's going on in Reckoning Day. Day? I don't think there's anything else that matters. So it's a bit of a relief for my best friend and Jordan can now fully focus on the upcoming matches in Reckoning Day so this is a bad sign for the Cortez Dynasty because that means when Reckoning Day arrives it means both of us are ready to defend our championship.

Sanada smiles to Jordan and puts a fist out and Majors smiles back and bumps it before they turn and look at Josh.

Josh Davidson: Well, you heard them. The Emperor Aces are primed and ready for Reckoning Day.

Jordan and Sanada shoot Josh a look and then walk off as the camera’s shift elsewhere.