Post by Jessica Morian, Collision GM on Jul 18, 2023 11:58:12 GMT -8
Olivia Mayfaire: I never imagined the wind would feel so good!
Nick Hanson: We thank you for joining us, folks. I’m Nick Hanson joined by my broadcast colleagues, Olivia Mayfaire and—
Olivia Mayfaire: ...??
Nick Hanson: Wait a minute…
Olivia Mayfaire: Where the hell is Jim at?
Nick Hanson: I uhh…I guess he’s not here at the moment. We apologize, folks, for that little mishap! I imagine we’ll get a hold of Jim soon and he’ll be with us shortly.
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Devyn Mitchell: Welcome to New Frontier Wrestling, Ace Sky! You seem to be all over the place, as one of the top free agents that gives you the chance to appear in so many places?
Ace nods while listening and smirks, talking. He speaks fast and has a peculiar speaking voice sounding like Ness from Earthbound with a Texan accent.
Ace Sky: Pro wrestling is an obsession for me, you could simplify it and just blame it on my autism that my special interests are pro wrestling, martial arts and astrophysics. I don’t like to be tied down to one thing, I’m pretty nomadic. For the past 9 years my intentions have changed, I still do this because I love it, I feel I was born to do this, however I realized I can use my spiritual philosophies of eastern spirituality mixed with my philosophies in martial arts and pro wrestling to spread an inclusive message of self-expression. When I was 10 years into my career back in 2008, the mainstream did not portray me correctly and that was my fault, I did not know myself, how could I expect the mainstream American sports-entertainment higher ups to understand where I was coming from. I have always been a weird dude, an outsider, I move to the beat of my own drum.
Devyn Mitchell: Your opponent for your debut match is Coco St. Cloud, she is quite the opposite of you, does it bother you that she has not done the indies and worked her way up like you did?
Ace Sky: Nah, I don’t mind actually. We all have different paths. I have had so many epic epoch experiences, I like to believe I have worked hard, blood, sweat and tears all of that stuff but I do know there have also been luck and coincidence , right place and right time. I respect her a lot because she is starting at this elite level and so far seems to be able to hang. I have learned a major lesson in that you can’t underestimate anyone, for every rookie I have wrestled circles around, there are others who in that situation have bested me. You never know what will happen once the bell rings, that’s what makes it interesting. I’m here to show that I am undeniable, not just your reliable spoke on the wheel. Get ready for take-off!
Ace clasps his hands together in a prayer taunt and bows, then he points to his forehead with the third eye taunt and salutes into the peace sign finger gesture.
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Match #1/Singles
Ace Sky vs. Coco St. Cloud
Darlyn Fajardo: From Sugarland Texas, ACE SKY!!!!
A rocket drops from the bottom of the titantron to the stage and there is a countdown voice over from 5 which fans count down to the pod door opens Ace Sky walks out in an aviator jacket and his usual in ring attire, he salutes a peace sign and jogs down the aisle way high-fiving as many fans as possible while alternating with gesturing to his forehead( Third Eye taunt) then he dashes with his trademark slide through the bottom ring apron. He does the Third Eye forehead point taunt again and gets into Bruce Lee style-southpaw martial arts stance
Darlyn Fajardo: From Milan, Please welcome, COCO ST CLOUD!!!!
A low, sensual beat, accompanied by rhythmic fingers snapping plays over the PA system. The lights flicker in spotlights of pink, white, and gold. "Nails, Hair, Hips, Heels" by Todrick Hall begins to play over the PA system. A center spotlight forms on the stage as the curtains open, revealing Coco St. Cloud striking a model-esque pose.
NAILS, HAIR, HIPS, HEELS
ASS FAT, LIPS REAL
PURSE FULL, BIG BILLS
BITCH, I'MMA BIG DEAL
She lowers a pair of trendy shades down the bridge of her nose with two immaculately manicured hands. Taking in the sights around her in a contemptuous, slow, judgemental and cruel stare: revoltingly ugly stage hands, even more disgraceful appearing fans. Biting back a gag and staring in absolute disgust with a narrow gaze, she removes the designer shades and tosses them to a stage hand to catch. Pulling her ornate ring jacket by it's dramatically oversized collar, Coco straightens it and dusts it delicately, beginning to strut down the ramp, accompanied to the tune of boos from the unappreciative mongrels in the stands.
I DON'T WORK FOR FREE, NO
THAT'S NOT THE TEA HUNTY (NO MA'AM)
SO MAKE IT RAIN ON ME, AND I MIGHT LET YOU SEE
(WHAT'CHA GONNA LET THEM SEE?)
MY NAILS, HAIR, HIPS, HEELS
NAILS, HAIR, HIPS, HEELS
The train of her ring jacket flows on the ground, following behind her calculated movements. Every graceful step is done with the poise of an experienced model. She undoes the buttons of the jacket at the bust, loosening its bind on her and revealing the top of her flawless ring gear after climbing onto the outer apron. Her hand holds a rope, picking herself up. Graciously, Coco extends a photo op, giving her long dark hair a flip from her face and shrugging off the ring jacket. Folding it neatly and placing it on a turnbuckle to be collected. Her tall figure allowing her entry into the ring between the first and middle ropes, she takes a moment to judge the ring gear of Darlyn with a sneer, fixing any out of place hair
~DING DING DING~
The bell rings, and the crowd roars with anticipation as Ace Sky and Coco St. Cloud step into the ring, eyeing each other with determination. Coco wastes no time and immediately goes for a low blow, trying to catch Ace off-guard. But Ace anticipates the move, side-steps, and delivers a swift kick to Coco's midsection. Ace seizes the moment and whips Coco into the ropes, catching her on the rebound with a lightning-fast dropkick. As Coco struggles to get back on her feet, Ace takes to the ropes, leaping high into the air, and delivers a picture-perfect springboard moonsault.
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
Coco manages to kick out, but she's clearly feeling the impact of Ace's high-flying offense.
Not one to back down, Coco rolls out of the ring to catch her breath. Ace, however, has no intention of letting her rest. With the crowd rallying behind him, Ace charges towards the ropes, building momentum for a suicide dive.
Nick Hanson: Suicide dive by Ace Sky! He's taking the fight to Coco outside the ring!
Olivia Mayfaire: Ace is determined to show Coco that he can match her trickery with pure wrestling skill!
Ace throws Coco back into the ring and climbs to the top turnbuckle. He leaps, going for his signature Corkscrew 450 Splash. But Coco cunningly rolls out of the way at the last second, causing Ace to crash hard onto the mat.
Nick Hanson: Coco with a smart evasion! Ace just missed the mark on that high-risk move!
Olivia Mayfaire: Coco may be fighting dirty, but you can't deny her ring awareness.
Coco sees her opportunity and targets Ace's legs, trying to weaken his base and limit his aerial abilities. She locks Ace in a vicious leg lock, wrenching and twisting his knee. Despite the pain, Ace refuses to give up and crawls towards the ropes. Just as he's about to reach the ropes, Coco pulls him back to the center of the ring.
Nick Hanson: Coco's going after Ace's legs! If she can ground him, she'll have the advantage.
Olivia Mayfaire: This is where Ace needs to dig deep and find a way to escape!
Nick Hanson: Ace is inches away from the ropes, but Coco's dragging him back! What tenacity!
Olivia Mayfaire: The pain must be excruciating, but Ace is showing incredible resilience!
Before she can strike, Zoey Madigan-Star storms down the ramp and runs to ringside, confronting Coco. The two exchange heated words, and Zoey threatens to take matters into her own hands if Coco doesn't stop cheating. Back in the ring, Ace Sky rises to his feet, determined to finish the match on his terms. He dodges a desperate lunge from Coco, causing her to collide with the turnbuckle.
Nick Hanson: Zoey's seen enough of Coco's cheating!
Olivia Mayfaire: She's here to even the odds and put a stop to Coco's underhanded tactics!
Back in the ring, Ace uses the distraction to his advantage and rolls up Coco with a small package.
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
Nick Hanson: Zoey's got Coco's attention, and it's costing her in the match!
Olivia Mayfaire: Ace almost stole the win right there!
Although Coco kicks out, the tide has turned in Ace's favor. With renewed determination, Ace nails Coco with a combination of high-flying moves, capping it off with his finishing maneuver, the "Sky High" flying cutter.
Nick Hanson: Sky High! Ace connects! This could be it!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TWO!
THREE!
Olivia Mayfaire: Ace Sky secures the victory!
~DING DING DING~
The crowd erupts with cheers as Ace Sky stands tall. The crowd erupts with cheers as Ace Sky stands victorious. Zoey Madigan-Star joins Ace in the ring, showing her support and solidarity. Coco, on the other hand, crawls out of the ring, nursing her wounds and scowling at her defeat.
Though Ace emerged as the winner, it was a grueling battle against Coco St. Cloud's deceitful tactics.
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, Ace Sky!
Nick Hanson: What an incredible display of athleticism and perseverance from Ace Sky!
Olivia Mayfaire: And a huge assist from Zoey Madigan-Star, putting a stop to Coco's cheating ways!
As Ace and Zoey celebrate, Coco retreats with a scowl, knowing that her dirty tactics were no match for true wrestling skill and honor.
Jim Reynolds: Aw, did I miss the opener?
Olivia Mayfaire: Dude, where the fuck have you been?
Jim Reynolds: Flat tire!
Nick Hanson: You forgot to rotate them, didn’t you? Of course.
Jim Reynolds: Hey, fuck you, Nicky!
Olivia Mayfaire: Even I know to do that.
Jim Reynolds: Fuck you too, Livvy!
Olivia Mayfaire: Get in line with the rest that wish they could.
Winner: Ace Sky
Result: Pinfall (Sky High)
Result: Pinfall (Sky High)
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Jessi Ozborne: Look, I know how long ago sign ups were, but please just give me a chance? You know I’ve been wanting an opportunity like this all year and the VBMT may be my shot at it.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Ms. Jessi, I know where you’re coming from. I really do! It’s just…there just ain’t no way to get you in. The most I reckon I could do is put your name on the reserve list and if someone from this roster drops off for any reason, you’d be the first to fill in. That’s really all I can do, darlin’.
Jessica shrugs her hands a little, even pouting some. She’s clearly sympathetic to Jessi’s plea.
Jessi Ozborne: I’m sorry, but you know I can’t take that kind of chance. Everyone I’ve seen sign up for this thing have seemed real determined. I’m pretty sure no one’s giving up their spot even if they have their leg cut off.
Jessi sighs.
Jessi Ozborne: There’s gotta be something else I can do. Maybe I can fight someone for their spot, or–
Chasity Cage: I think you have bigger things to worry about right now Jessi..
Jessi Ozborne: Ah for fucks—
Jessi turns around to see Chasity Cage standing behind her.
Jessi Ozborne: Hi, Chastity. How’ve you been since last week?
Chasity Cage: I’m just fine Jessi, but this is far from over. We both know that.
Chasity stands there, crossing her arms across her chest. She keeps her eyes on Jessi Ozborne. Standing in silence, Jessica taps her index fingers together with her hands folded, looking timidly between the two wrestlers.
Jessi Ozborne: Oh! I’m sorry. I must’ve been mistaken at some point. See, I seem to remember that you talked your shit a couple of weeks ago and that last week I made you pay for it. So enlighten me, Chasity. Tell me, what exactly isn’t over here?
Chasity Cage: Oh wow, you made me pay for it. Funny Jessi… I’m still standing. You didn’t make me pay for shit.
She dropped her arms, glaring into Jessi’s eyes. She stepped closer to the other woman, almost to the point that if one of them moved they’d bump into the other.
Jessi Ozborne: Yeah, maybe I oughta finish the job then, huh?
Without notice, Jessi presses both her hands to Chasity’s shoulders and pushes her back.
Chasity Cage: You know what Jessi. I dare you to do that again.
She stepped forward once more Chasity pushing Jessi back this time. At that point, Jessica steps up, doing her best to slide her hands between the two in an attempt to back them away from each other.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Whoa now! Hey y’all. C’mon. We don’t need none of that here.
Jessica looks from side to side at the two before continuing.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Now, I thought this was settled but clearly, I reckon not. So, here’s what I’ll do. Y’all want another go at one another? I can make it happen next week.
The General Manager pauses, taking another moment to look at just how angrily Chasity and Jessi are staring at one another. Neither of them have even so much as looked away to look at her as she started speaking.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Matter of fact, why don’t we do this?
Almost hilariously, and a bit adorably, Jessica looks up for a moment and starts counting on her hands. When she finishes, her face lights up with a smile and her attention goes back to Jessi and Chasity.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Why don’t we let y’all really get this out of your system? What is now? One each? One win y’all have over the other?
Jessi Ozborne: Yeah.
Jessica places her hands together and nods slowly.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Alright, then! Perfect! So why don’t we have y’all a little best of series over the following weeks? Best out of five! First to three wins. After that y’all two agree to go your separate ways unless business calls for it. I reckon that’s agreeable, ain’t it? What y’all think?
Jessica looks back and forth between the two women. Either of which could probably snap her like a twig if they wanted to. Jessi looks at Jessica, then back to Chasity. Part of her is distraught knowing that because of Chasity, the conversation has become completely derailed from what she came here for.
Jessi Ozborne: I’ll see you next week.
Jessi storms out of the office. Jessica starts to reach out a hand, opening her mouth to say something before her office door shuts. She lowers her hand and stares sympathetically at the door before turning her a then just slightly agitated look to Chasity.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Well then, you have a nice evening, Ms. Chastity. If you’ll please excuse me. I have work to do…
She shows Chasity the door, with a polite gesture before moving back towards her desk as the camera shot fades.
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Match #2/Singles
Etsuko Mitzusaka vs. Cass Baumer
~DING DING DING~
The bell rings and Mistress Pet stands at ringside as Etsuko Mitzusaka steps out of the corner to circle up with Cass Baumer. Baumer immediately shoulders past Mitzusaka, however and points a finger, giving warning to Pet about her attempts on her and Morgan Payne. Pet waves dismissively to Baumer, completely ignoring her and sits back in a chair at ringside, set out fo her by Mitzusaka during their entrance. As Baumer glowers at Pet, Mitzusaka swoops in and grabs Baumer from behind, rolling her up into a Schoolgirl pin!
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
Baumer gets out of it and rolls up to her feet. Mitzusaka hops to her feet and rushes for a strike but Baumer ducks underneath and starts laying in with right hand jabs to her opponent. This backs Mitzusaka into the corner and Baumer whips her across the ring, into the opposite turnbuckle, coming right in behind her with a corner splash, combined right after with a Running Bulldog onto her knee. Mitzusaka falls to the mat on her rear and Baumer hits the ropes, driving her feet in for a Basement Dropkick! Mitzusaka goes down and Baumer makes the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
Mitzusaka kicks out of it! Baumer picks her up by the head and shoves her into the corner, laying in with a few more angry shots until the referee calls for the break. Baumer stops hitting Mitzusaka but she stays where she stands and starts asking the Red Oni who the assailant is. Asking if it’s her. If it is her, then why? Why does Etsuko keep doing things for Pet when Pet doesn’t give a damn about her? She starts saying how Christina Olson got saved, so can she. This sends Pet into a tantrum and she comes out of her chair, screaming at Baumer to shut up. Baumer turns to snap right back at her and Mitzusaka catches her off guard with a jab to the throat. She throws Baumer into the corner and starts laying in with the chops until the referee reaches the count of four. She pulls Baumer out to the center of the ring and hits a Snap DDT, then rolls to her feet to pick Baumer up for a Suplex, rolling over again into a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
Baumer fires the shoulder up and Mitzusaka looks frustrated. She grabs Baumer by the wrists and starts stomping away at her chest and face before picking her up and sets up for the “Mitzusaka Driver” but when she goes for the lift, Baumer miraculously rotates through it and lands on her feet, turns and nails Mitzusaka in the back of the leg with a low thrust kick. Baumer hits the ropes, runs past her, comes off the other side and nails her with the “Bleeding Edge” (Instep Drive Penalty Kick). Mitzusaka goes down! Baumer starts going for the pin but Pet climbs up onto the apron, starting to protest and the referee’s distracted. As the two argue, the crowd reacts in shock as a figure clad head to toe in black polyurethane leather hops the barricade and slides into the ring, creeping up behind Baumer.
Nick Hanson: Hey, wait a minute!
Olivia Mayfaire: There they are!!! Turn around, Cass!
Jim Reynolds: You know something? Without the Arizona sun beating down in my eyes, they look a lot more impressive in that outfit! Look at that mass!
Olivia Mayfaire: Will you stop drooling like a freak? Cass!!!! Turn around!!! CASS!!!
Baumer actually hears Olivia Mayfaire at ringside, looks, then whips around just when the assailant in black is ready to strike. The assailant freezes as Baumer glares at first then grins, motioning for them to bring it on. The assailant continues to hesitate just as the crowd starts suddenly going wild as Morgan Payne comes high tailing it down to the ring! She baseball slides in and the assailant suddenly books it out to the ringside floor! Payne starts to check with Baumer briefly before Mitzusaka’s back on her feet. She rushes Payne who ducks under a swing, causing Mitzusaka to rush right towards Baumer. The Headliner catches Mitzusaka by the arm and slips around behind her before hitting “Fact Check” (Somersault Reverse DDT). Payne slides out of the ring and comes around the corner, going for Pet. The Goddess takes one look at Payne and jumps down from the apron, shrieking and backing away in terror. The referee turns around to see Baumer starting to hook the leg on Mitzusaka for the cover!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, Cass Baumer!
“Smooth Sailing” starts to play as Baumer quickly gets back to her feet and turns to see the masked assailant looking on in shock at what just happened. She whips around and sees Payne storming towards Pet with a burning rage in her eyes as Pet flees the scene up towards the tunnel, leaving her client in the wind. A shout from Baumer gets Payne’s attention as she points towards the assailant who sees this and books it, jumping over the barricade. Baumer slides out of the ring! Payne sprints around the ring corner and the two run like the wind, vaulting over the barricade one after the other.
Olivia Mayfaire: Get them!! Fucking get them!!! C’mon, Cass! C’mon, Morgan!
Baumer and Payne gives chase to the assailant who is seen running through a set of double doors towards the back. Just a few seconds behind, Baumer and Payne go bursting through the doors and out of the camera’s view.
Nick Hanson: Well, Cass Baumer picked up a fine victory tonight but I think she and Morgan Payne have more important things on their minds!
Jim Reynolds: Does Morgan Payne realize she could have been fined if she did something to Our Godd—
Olivia Mayfaire: I swear if you keep calling her “Our” goddess, I’m gonna fucking choke you and not in the way you probably want, Jim!
Nick Hanson: We need to get some cameras backstage, folks.
Olivia Mayfaire: Yeah, I wanna see them beat this coward’s ass!
Winner: Cass Baumer
Result: Pinfall (Fact Check)
Result: Pinfall (Fact Check)
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Morgan Payne: Where tha fuck they go?!
Morgan throws her hands up and lets them fall, starting to look under and behind random are
as where someone might be able to hide but she comes up with nothing. On the other hand, Cass stands at the center of the intersection. Turning, she tries to check all the available hallway directions the assailant could have went down, but she doesn’t seem to see anything.
Cass Baumer: I don’t know, Morg. I mean, they could be anywhere, right? It’s a big Colloseum.
Morgan turns, looking all around, growing more frustrated with each passing second. She folds her hands on top of her head before calling out to a backstage employee.
Morgan Payne: Yo, chief! You see anybody come runnin’ dis way?
The man looks over, around, then shakes his head apologetically. Morgan closes her eyes, stewing for a moment before suddenly turning and kicking a stack of boxes over with a yell that echoes throughout the room.
Morgan Payne: FUCK!!!!!
Cass looks at Morgan with concern, then back at the boxes.
Cass Baumer: Listen. I know it’s a tough time right now, but neither of us are goin’ down ‘cause of a stupid hit by Pet and the Harem. No matter how high she wants to stack it, you’re still the Ace. I’m the Headliner. And nothin’ they can throw at us is gonna change that, kay?
Morgan continues pacing as Cass talks, finally slowing down and kicking a crate that hadn’t quite completely fallen over yet. After, she sighs, calming down finally.
Morgan Payne: No, but this sure is a real fuckin’ pain in the ass, though. We gotta keep an eye aht. And shit, we oughta keep our heads turned. Dependin’ on how much Pet’s offerin’ there’s no tellin’ who tha fuck we gotta watch out for.
She pauses, putting her hands over her hips.
Morgan Payne: Well, we done fucked arahnd here long enough. They’re prolly gone now.
Cass hums to herself. There’s a pause as she thinks.
Cass Baumer: Yeah. It could be anyone.
With that, Baumer starts to turn in the opposite direction.
Cass Baumer: I’m gonna keep lookin’. See ya later, Morg.
Cass walks away as Morgan folds her hands over her head again, still seething with frustration.
Morgan Payne: …A’ight, just be careful! Don’t go lookin’ anywhere dahk n’at. If ya do, holla first, we’ll go together…
She sighs and drops her hands, storming off back towards the locker rooms as the scene fades.
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Match #3/Tag Team
Madhouse vs. Cornbread Mafia
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Shawn Worley steps out to meet Abigail Lindsay. She makes a tag as she turns around and grabs Shawn with both hands. She tosses him back into the ropes and Sylvia comes running into the ring. Abigail moves out the way and Sylvia crashes into Shawn with a rushing lariat. Shawn falls to the ground and Sylvia starts head butting him all the way around his body. She rolls away and tags in Abigail who climbs up to the top and jumps off into a big splash.
ONE!
TWO!
SHAWN KICKS OUT!
TWO!
SHAWN KICKS OUT!
Abigail reaches over and tags in Sylvia. Abigail joins in a true Headbutt Flurry. They finish it off with a double spike DDT. Abigail steps out while Sylvia covers.
ONE!
TWO!
CAMERON BREAKS IT UP!
TWO!
CAMERON BREAKS IT UP!
Abigail comes in and helps Sylvia shove Cameron away and to the floor. Sylvia and Abigail get Shawn up and give him Playtime! Shawn cries out in pain as they deliver a spinning heel kick straight jacket neckbreaker onto a knee combination. Shawn crashes to the mat and is covered.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
CAMERON MAKES THE SAVE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
CAMERON MAKES THE SAVE!
Cameron and Sylvbia start throwing down on each other. Shawn staggers up and he and Abigail start throwing down on each other as well. Abigail quickly wins that fight while Cameron wins the other. Cameron starts to alternate opponents with his shots. Shawn gets to his feet and the brothers hit the Deer Hunter on Abigail. Shawn covers her.
ONE!
TWO!
SYLVIA BREAKS IT UP!
TWO!
SYLVIA BREAKS IT UP!
Sylvia points out she was the legal one anyway and the Mafia take over on her. Abigail comes to stop them and gets backdropped to the floor. Shawn and Cameron take Sylvia to the top and hit Southern Pride.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here are your winners, Cameron and Shawn Worley, The Cornbread Mafia!
Nick Hanson: And the Worley brothers will join Thicc Attack and one other team, which of whom we’ll find out next week, along with the tag team champions in a fatal fourway to decide the number one contenders!
Winners: The Cornbread Mafia
Result: The Cornbread Mafia (Southern Pride)
Result: The Cornbread Mafia (Southern Pride)
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Trixie: “Today is the best day eeeee-ver! And do you know what?!” (She looks at the camera expectantly) “Do you?!”
The camera shakes in a “no” gesture and Trixie frowns.
Trixie: “Of course you don’t. You barely know how to hold a camera, you two-legged tripod.” (Trixie perks up again) “It’s a great day because I get to fight Rei Park!”
Trixie claps and dances in place.
Trixie: “This is like my… fourth time to face her? I think I was her premiere opponent, we faced twice in Destiny – once for the Zodiac title when I held it – and now we’re facing here! This is so great!”
Off-camera, the camera man clears his throat and speaks.
Camera Man: “Because you’ve beaten her before and know you’ll beat her again?”
Trixie glares past the camera and at the camera man.
Trixie: “I see what they don’t let you talk a lot. You say stupid shit when you do.”
Camera Man: “Oh. Is it ‘cuz she’s really hot and--”
Trixie angrily holds up her hand.
Trixie: “I don’t wanna fuck everyone, okay/ I’m not your mom. Rei is what you call a fight crush. Fight crushes are people you just really can’t wait to fight. The matches are always good, you know you’re gonna get pushed, you can feel them improving so you know every time you face them will be harder than the last.”
Trixie bounces more at the thought.
Trixie: “That’s what Rei is to me. A fun back and forth, and every time I know she’s gonna push me harder and harder. And that means a lot to me.” (Trixie pauses, a realization hitting her.) “I don’t have a lot of them left, y’know. Some, like Anthony Cross, I’m just not in any companies with anymore… and it sucks. Some showed their true colors, and proved to me they were petty fucks who never deserved to be in the ring with me. Some--”
Trixie rubs the scarred tattoo on her chest, the name that was there long healed over.
She shakes it off.
Trixie: “Whatever. I still have Rei. Rei’s a great wrestler and I’m still convinced there’s gold in her future. The day’s coming where I will proudly talk about how I used to face her and even won a couple of times and people will roll their eyes and say, ‘Sure, sure. You beat the legend, grandma.’”
Trixie sighs wistfully, then shakes it off.
Trixie: “Oh, and I guess I should talk about the battle royal last week. Towers, dick move trying to take Morganna out after the match, but Morganna, double-dick move not even saying, ‘thank you.’” (Trixie squints) “Seriously, how hard is it to say, ‘thanks for making sure the big guy didn’t leave me on a liquid diet after force-feeding me a chair’?”
Trixie sighs, annoyed.
Trixie: “Whatever. You two better start preparing. If you think I’m gonna be a pushover, you’re wrong. So take is seriously As seriously as Rei takes her fights.”
Trixie walks stage-right and the camera pans to reveal an altar to Rei Park, full of pictures, merch, and a statue of Rei made of Play-Doh. Trixie sits at its feet and sighs happily.
Off camera, the camera gasps in horror.
Camera Man: “Jesus Christ.”
Trixie glares at the camera man.
Trixie: “Don’t make this weird, dude.”
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Match #4/Singles
Rei Park vs. Trixie Decker
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Rei comes out kicking up a storm, knocking Trixie off her balance and sending her scrambling back to the corner. Rei hits the poison Apple and covers.
ONE!
TWO!
TRIXIE KICKS OUT!
TWO!
TRIXIE KICKS OUT!
Rei goes up the corner and comes off with a moonsault. Trixie moves and Rei crashes to the mat. Trixie grabs her for a cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
REI KICKS OUT!
TWO!
REI KICKS OUT!
As the two get up, Rei goes for an O’Connor roll.
ONE!
TWO!
TRIXIE KICKS OUT!
TWO!
TRIXIE KICKS OUT!
Rei is propelled forward and runs across the ring. She rebounds off the far ropes and comes back for a crossbody. Trixie catches her and rolls into an inside cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
REVERSAL!
ONE!
TWO!
TRIXIE KICKS OUT!
TWO!
REVERSAL!
ONE!
TWO!
TRIXIE KICKS OUT!
The two get up and Trixie gets the Jinx Jrop.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, the NFW Perseverance Champion, Trixie Decker!
Nick Hanson: Trixie Decker’s keeping that momentum rolling, folks!
Jim Reynolds: We’ll see how long she can maintain it before she steps into the ring with Johnny Towers!
Olivia Mayfaire: And Morganna Bilson! Don’t you forget her, Jim!
Winner: Trixie Decker
Result: Pinfall (Jinx Drop)
Result: Pinfall (Jinx Drop)
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Alastair was doing some stretches and military style training for his main event match against Austin Ramsey as he heard the steps of Dona Rotten behind him. He stopped as he looked at her with a scowl.
Alastair Frost: Why I was hanging around with your match has got you all upset I see. You are the champion, you should expect the unexpected and you have to remember that you are the one with the biggest target on your back. If you didn’t want to have that target, you should not have went after and claimed the title.
Dona Rotten: Hey, I get it Iceman, you like to watch. Don't worry, lots of dudes get their kicks like that. I mean, who could blame you? I am Champion after all, beat you already if I recall.
Alastair’s normally stoic and cold exterior changed as he was listening to Dona try and defend herself against him.
Alastair Frost: You know it is true Dona. If I didn’t say it, someone else would. I call it as I see it and it will never change with me. Others have tried to deal with me and my ways but they ended up bloodied or in prison because of them being an enemy of the state. You are no different.
Dona Rotten: Call it like you see it? Hah, that's rich. Know what I see, Iceman? I see a motherfucker, who one hundred percent knows what opossums taste like, wanting to play with mommy…again. You lost, Frosty, just move on. Do us both a favor.
He rolled his eyes at Dona’s attempt to brush him aside..
Alastair Frost: I did lose at Reckoning Day but last time I checked it was due to YOUR underhanded tactics that caused you to win the match as the referee didn’t see it. I have a proposition for you.
Dona Rotten: My underhanded tactics? Really? Because if I'd done anything wrong, I'm pretty sure it would have been a DQ, yet…huh that's weird. The record book shows me with that fat dub. Funny that.
Alastair Frost: At Cruel Summer, why not have a little rematch between us? This time we add a little bit of chaos in this match? How about a no DQ match and to make it even better, why not put that title of yours on the line?
Dona Rotten: Listen here, you little shit. You want me, AGAIN, fine. Sign your own death warrant, see if I give a shit. Just don't say I didn't warn you, Iceman. Oh, and "good luck" with Austin out there, you'll be needing it.
Alastair snarls at Dona as he watches her walk away and he heads towards the ring.
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Main Event/Singles
Austin Ramsey vs. Alastair Frost
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Frost and Ramsey lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Frost scores a quick double leg takedown and then looks for a Kimura. Ramsey fights it off and manages to cradle Frost instead.
ONE!
TWO!
REVERSAL!
ONE!
TWO!
RAMSEY KICKS OUT!
TWO!
REVERSAL!
ONE!
TWO!
RAMSEY KICKS OUT!
The two get to their feet and Ramsey catches Frost for the Ramsey Special.
ONE!
TWO!
FROST KICKS OUT!
TWO!
FROST KICKS OUT!
Frost tries to go for another lock on the mat but Ramsey starts to get away. Frost goes for an O’Connor roll. Ramsey holds the ropes and Frost is flung backwards instead. Frost jumps up and catches Ramsey off the ropes for the Chill Touch.
ONE!
TWO!
TWO!
As the two start to get up, Alice Chambers arrives and gets the referee’s attention. Ramsey and the referee both over and tell her to go away.
Nick Hanson: Aw, c’mon now! Get her outta here!
Jim Reynolds: She hasn’t done anything yet, Nicky!
Olivia Mayfaire: She doesn’t need to be out here, let alone on the apr—Hey!! Wait a fucking second!
With them both distracted, Dona Rotten comes in behind Frost and blasts him in the back of the head with her championship belt. Alice backs off as Dona gets out of the ring and disappears back into the sea of humanity from whence she came.
Olivia Mayfaire: Goddamn it, champ!! What the hell?!
Nick Hanson: Dona Rotten just knocked Alastair Frost for a loop and he can barely see straight!
Frost starts to get back up, stumbling around, dazed from the shot. Ramsey turns around and catches Frost falling into his arms with no idea of how he is getting there. Thinking Frost just missed a lariat, Ramsey hits Buckle Up and covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, Austin Ramsey!
Jim Reynolds: Good win, Austin!
Olivia Mayfaire: Good win, my ass! No credit taken from him, granted. Where the hell did she go?!
Nick Hanson: We should have known something was gonna go awry after that little chat Rotten and Frost had! We’ve gotta sign off, folks but we’ll be expecting some further development next week! For Jim Reynolds and Olivia Mayfaire, I’m Nick Hanson! So long, ladies and gentlemen!
The cameras catch Dona Rotten and Alice Chambers, arm in arm out in the audience, laughing like a couple of madwomen. Rotten raises the World Championship up and shouts.
Dona Rotten: Come and get it, motherfucker!
The champion laughs as her maniacal manager and girlfriend licks her face as the cameras roll the credits, bringing tonight’s show to an end.
Winner: Austin Ramsey
Result: Pinfall (Buckle Up)
Result: Pinfall (Buckle Up)
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