Post by Jessica Morian, Collision GM on Jul 25, 2023 14:13:44 GMT -8
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Nick Hanson: Welcome to tonight’s episode of NFW Collision, ladies and gentlemen! I’m Nick Hanson, joined by Jim Reynolds and Olivia Mayfaire.
Olivia Mayfiare: This crowd is electric tonight, Nick, and it looks like we’re going to be getting to the bottom of this Harem business finally!
Jim Reynolds: Cass Baumer and Morgan Payne can’t just call out a Goddess like this!
Olivia Mayfiare: Oh shut up!
Inside the ring, Cass Baumer and Morgan Payne are already standing, ready and waiting in the middle of the ring. Both women are armed; Cass holding a chair while Morgan holds an old friend of hers that fans may very well recognize as “Consuela.” Her black painted, barbwire baseball bat. In their other hands are microphones as Morgan raises hers to speak up.
Morgan Payne: Eyyo, whatchinz up to, Chi-town?
Chicago pipes back.
Crowd: WHATCHINZ UP TO?!
Morgan Payne: Oh, we fuckin’ doin’ dis right here, tonight, right now. I said me and Cass was gonna get to tha bottom o’dis when dis show rolled arahnd and yanno what? Why don’t we do just dat before anything else even happens. Get dis shit out tha way so yinz can enjoy tha rest of what yinz paid for.
The crowd pops as Morgan begins pacing around the ring.
Morgan Payne: See over tha course of almost tha last year, The Kingdom was shattered by a loss of numbers. Mary got pregnant, which obviously ain’t no faultin’ her for dat. Now we all got us a beautiful baby girl toddlin’ arahnd tha Castle dat’s gonna be turnin’ 1 year old in a couple’a months. Jasmine got hurt…
Here, Morgan pauses as something about that mention makes her pause and for a split second, her mood drops to sadness, but she swallows and picks it right back up.
Morgan Payne: Lilith found herself in a dark place. But dat injury in Jasmine recovered. Dat dark place Lilith went to, we pulled her ahtta there. ‘Cuz dat’s what we do. Dat’s what family does. They stick by each other. But we wasn’t whole after dat, nah nah. We had our Queen back. We had our light back. But we was missin’ our fire. Our fire dat was stolen from us by some bitch ass cunt by tha name of Mistress Anya. The Goddess. Whatever tha fuck ya wanna call her. Pet!
Morgan says the last name with a spit from her mouth.
Morgan Payne: So all of dis year so far, has been spent tryna get our fire back. Bring dat flame back home. We wanted to bring Christina Olson back home and yanno what? We did! It took some time. It took alotta battles. Shit, The Kingdom had to look to outside sources to help us aht, cuz how’s dat sayin’ go? “Tha enemy of my enemy…they’re my friend.” Zoey Madigan-Star. She stuck it out wif us. And C, here?
Morgan holds her bat in an icepick grip so she can point over to Cass Baumer in the ring with her.
Morgan Payne: Shit, she was the first one to run up on tha frontline. When I was tasked wif carryin’ dis company on my back as tha NFW World Champion, she did what any good friend would do. She stepped up. It don’t matter tha outcome of anybody’s part. Tha end result? It worked. We got Christina back.
Morgan pauses as the crowd cheers. She and Cass look around at the appreciative audience with small smiles on their faces. They exchange a fist bump before Morgan continues.
Morgan Payne: We got her back and so now, tha war should be over, shouldn’t it? Well apparently fuckin’ not. See, ‘cuz tha past few weeks, I’ve had t’leave Chrissy at home. She still ain’t right to be aht here but ahnno she’s watchin’ and ahnno she can hear tha love yinz all got for her.
Morgan pauses again and holds her microphone out as Chicago pops and starts a “FI-RE-STAR-TER” clap chant. Morgan and Cass take a moment to hype the crowd up, getting them louder before Morgan continues.
Morgan Payne: On top o’dat, tha past few weeks have been spent wif me an’ Cass lookin’ over our shoulders, cuz twice in one night, someone got their licks in from tha dark. Twice, someone scamperin’ arahnd, lookin’ for an easy payday tried t’cash in on dat check. They hit Cass an’ me both at WrestleStock two weeks ago. Last week they seen they didn’t get tha job done so they tried it again but they ran like a chicken shit. ‘Cuz as we all know, each and every one of us knows for a fact, whoever runs wif Pet ain’t nothin’ but a gahdamn fuckin’ coward.
Morgan says this last part, looking into the camera at the corner of the ring with malice in her eyes and venom in her voice before stepping back and lowering her hand with the microphone.
Cass Baumer: Yeah, cuz! We’ve been workin’ overtime to figure out the culprit, but I’ll give ya credit, Morg — goin’ straight to the horse’s mouth' is a classic journo move. That’s the stuff they hammered into us at Uni. You can get second-hand accounts all day but the real scoop’s always with the main source.
Baumer nods at her own statement, then she glances out at the roaring audience.
Cass Baumer: Let’s not bury the lede, though. Let’s get her out here, eh? See what she’s got to say. And let’s keep our eyes peeled for that hitman asswipe that took me out of that Perseverance battle royal a couple weeks back too. Alright, Morg?
Morgan lets Cass finish. Around the time Cass mentions “horse’s mouth” Morgan has to tighten her lips to keep from laughing or saying anything. Other than that, the journalist references seem totally lost on the McKeesport native and when it falls quiet again, Morgan lifts her microphone once more.
Morgan Payne: Listen, Pet? We’re done talkin’. So dis is what’s gonna happen. No exceptions.
Morgan leans her bat against the turnbuckle and digs her hand into the pocket of her jeans, pulling out a thick roll of cash in a rubber band. She holds it up so the camera and crowd, everyone, can see. Cass looks on as well.
Morgan Payne: Ahnno you’re back there, somewhere. I also know dat General Manager Jessica Morian’s back there at Gorilla Position, watchin all dis go dahn on a screen. Now, I’mma give ya two choices. You and whoever ya lil wannabe, try hard assassin is. Both o’yinz either come aht here right now. Otherwise, me an’ Cass are gonna get ahtta dis ring…we’re gonna walk up dat walkway, back to Gorilla. I’mma set dis money dahn in front o’Jessica Morian, then we’re gonna come find you ourselves.
She tucks the money back into her pocket and grabs her bat, resting it over her shoulder as she watches the stage.
Morgan Payne: And if it’s gotta come dahn t’dat, then dis money I hand over is gonna pay tha fines for me an’ Cass…when we beat the gahdamn everlovin’ shit ahtta you for alla tha bullshit you been puttin’ us through since last year. Now…I ain’t gonna count t’ten, bitch I ain’t even gonna count t’five. Get your toxic waste, Wish version Jessica Rabbit lookin’ ass aht here by tha time I lower dis microphone. Otherwise yinz can consider it huntin’ sea–
Before Morgan can finish her words, the PA comes to life with Flo Rida’s “Low.” Morgan’s full attention lifts towards the stage. Cass’ head whips around with laser focus as the song plays. Morgan brings the bat off her shoulder and twirls it, loosening up her wrist and steps closer to the ropes. Cass actually tosses her microphone out of the ring and stands, holding the chair by her side. The music actually plays for a minute before Pet comes walking out on stage, sacheting her hips as she walks, microphone in hand, a smug smirk on her lips. Despite Morgan and Cass’ demands, Pet’s alone. Noticing this, Morgan shoots Cass a signal to keep her eyes peeled. Cass starts scoping out the crowd as Morgan watches Pet walk halfway down to the ring and stop. The music stops and Pet lazily lifts her microphone up.
Pet: Make this quick, will you? Your Goddess is bus–
Morgan Payne: SHUT THA FUCK UP!
Commentary is stunned and Chicago gets loud with a pop as Morgan snaps into the microphone, stepping closer towards the ropes.
Morgan Payne: Now…I’mma give you credit for comin’ aht here. Guess you got more guts than we thought. But I told you, you and your lil fuckin’ gimp, to get ya asses out here together and I don’t see ‘em. So I’mma say it like dis. One more warnin’. No countdahn. They either show themselves. They take off the mask. Or I’mma beat your gahdamn ass right —!
Before Morgan can even finish her sentence, she feels a sharp pain shoot up her thigh! Cass smiles wickedly after slamming the edge of the chair’s back rest into the Ace of NFW’s hamstring. Morgan’s on her knees now but only for a moment as Cass then rears back and strikes her across the back with the chair, sending Morgan down against the bottom rope.
Nick Hanson: Wait, what?!
Olivia Mayfiare: What the hell is Cass Baumer doing?!
Standing at ringside, Pet’s in a full on cackle now as she walks up to where Morgan’s laying chest and head over the bottom rope. She grabs Morgan by the hair and lifts her head up, talking to her away from the mic in her hand but the camera mic picks it up.
Pet: You thought it was going to be that easy? Did you?! You think you’re smarter than me?! Do you?!
Pet lets go of Morgan’s hair, slaps her across the face then gives Cass Baumer what can only be presumed to be the “finish it” signal.
Nick Hanson: Aw, no no no. What the hell does that mean?
Jim Reynolds: It means Cass Baumer has seen rhyme to reason! I love it!
Olivia Mayfiare: Shut up, Jim! What’s she gonna do?
With Morgan still draped over the bottom rope, Baumer quickly rolls through to the apron and pulls her groggy ‘best friend’ upright. With callous intentions to the shock of the crowd, she facelocks Payne with focus in her eyes! Pet looks on with venomous, vile delight as Cass delivers a Fact Check (somersault reverse DDT) onto the second hardest part of the ring!!
The former NFW World Champion tumbles out of the ring in a heap, to the surprise of almost everyone in the building. As EMTs and referees start to run down from the entrance stage to check on her, though, Baumer takes advantage of the chairshot to the back of the leg to lock in her Tangled Web knee bar submission with all her might! Targeting the same leg she struck with the chair first, she’s shouting something inaudible, repeating insulting phrases without a microphone, as she pulls and pulls without mercy! The shock of the pain in the knee snaps Morgan out of her daze, now leaving her screaming in pain as she tries to pull free to no avail. Pet stands over the pair, shrieking at Cass.
Pet: BREAK IT!!!! BREAK IT!!!! BREAK HER FUCKING LEG!!!!
The EMTs and referees charge the rabbid Kiwi who doesn’t show any sign of stopping. She shouts and hollars, but her accent is so thick and her voice is so gutteral that its almost impossible to make out what she’s saying through the camera’s microphone. Though, one thing’s clear enough.
Cass Baumer: This is your fault, Chrissy!! This is all your fault!!!
Jim Reynolds: Yeah, you see what you did Chrissy?!
Olivia Mayfiare: Shut up, Jim!
Nick Hanson: We need to get this broken up or this is gonna be worse!
Cass continues to hyperextend Morgan’s leg with Pet shrieking commands and the EMTs practically begging her to release her until the General Manager herself comes pushing through the crowd.
Jessica Morian: Cass! Let her go!! Cass, let her go right now!! I mean it or so help me!!!
After a couple seconds, though… Cass does just that, after one final heavy torque. Some in the crowd gasp. She releases the hold and lets the EMTs surround Morgan Payne with a nonchalant smirk on her face. Morgan lies there on her side, clutching her knee. The EMTs try to take a look but Morgan doesn’t want them to touch it.
With all this commotion, Baumer yoinks the money Morgan dropped out of her pocket at ringside during the assault. The crowd boos as Cass puts the cash in her pocket.
Olivia Mayfiare: Oh nice. Real nice! A traitor and a thief!
Jim Reynolds: Hey, Morgan says she comes from the streets. She oughta know not to be flashing dough around like she did!
Nick Hanson: This is disgusting. I cannot believe the actions of Cass Baumer here tonight!
A quick cut to Morgan on the floor shows that the EMTs have gotten her to sit up against the ring apron on the floor. The ring doctor’s trying to examine her leg while an EMT places a cooling pad on the back of her neck. Morgan’s not paying attention to any of this. She’s just watching Cass as she leaves with a look of utter hurt and betrayal on her face.
As Baumer walks towards Collision General Manager Jessica Morian on the stage, Cass seems to size her up. Though, some might argue Cass was checking out the taken woman as well.
Jessica Morian: Both of you!
Jessica says to Cass and Pet, looking aggravated as she looks between the two of them, none too pleased with their smirks.
Jessica Morian: Leave. Now. Get out of this arena!
The New Zealander seems to flippantly ignore all the anger.
Cass Baumer: Thanks for the raise, babe.
With slumped shoulders and a cocky chuckle, Baumer walks right past her to leave through the curtain.
Olivia Mayfiare: Yeah, walk away with your head held high, you smug bitch!
Jim Reynolds: That’s the swagger of a winner right there! A Goddess and her devout follower!
Olivia Mayfiare: Why am I partially not even surprised?
Nick Hanson: I still can’t believe what just happened before our eyes. Folks, we’re gonna take a short break for our sponsors then we’ll get the action rolling. I hope Morgan Payne is alright and for Cass Baumer and Mistress Anya? I don’t even know what to say to you.
The show fades as Cass and Pet walk through the curtain while the EMTs help Morgan up to her feet, helping her gingerly walk up the walkway with her arms over their shoulders.
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Marilyn Matthews: It looks like I was right about someone. Again.
Mary deadpans into the camera.
Marilyn Matthews: For those of you playing the home game, that’s Cass Baumer.
Mary shakes her head in disgust.
Marilyn Matthews: Not only did that bitch cost Morgan and me in that tag match two weeks ago. But then someone thought it would be a good idea to make their fifteen minutes off of me. ME! VixSin and her uppity mouthpiece Quinn are gonna learn the hard way that isn’t a smart idea. Though I don’t think they’ll learn any other way. That’s fine. I enjoy teaching the hard lessons.
Mary smirks.
Marilyn Matthews: It’s kinda funny though. They pulled that bullshit stunt two weeks ago and haven’t heard shit from them. Maybe they are rethinkings their actions. Maybe they realized already how much they fucked up. But to be honest, They probably already thought they did what they wanted and that’s all. Well, VixSin, Quinn, Watch your backs. Because your repayment is coming.
With those last words Mary walks out of frame.
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Match #1/No DQ
=Event Horizon Championship=
Big Bubba Thompson vs. Myriad ©
Nick Hanson: This match is ready to begin, ladies and gentlemen. The Event Horizon Championship is on the line as Big Bubba Thompson of the Cornbread Mafia challenges the defending champion - the inaugural champion - Myriad.
Olivia Mayfaire: I’ve got nothing against Bubba getting a title opportunity but I can’t help but worry for the poor thing here. We know he doesn’t have a malicious bone in his body. He’s strictly a friendly, competitive athlete. Myriad, on the other hand, he’s downright sadistic!
Jim Reynolds: Hey, the big oaf did play a hand in banishing Dolores, if you remember.
Olivia Mayfaire: Yeah, but that was a sheer stroke of luck, Jim. You’re telling me you’re not the least bit worried for Bubba’s well being here?
Jim Reynolds: I’m telling you I honestly don’t give a shit.
Olivia Mayfaire: That doesn’t surprise me, coming from you.
Nick Hanson: And here we go!
~DING DING DING~
The bell rang and they were off to the races as Big Bubba Thompson came out of his corner, pumping his arms and amping himself up for what was sure to be a test against Myriad. Across the way, the nearly seven foot tall monster came, almost gracefully, looming out towards the center with a hint of a smile under his bandaged face. Bubba clenched his fists and pumped his arms before looking up at Myriad and began asking for “chops? Chops?! CHOPS?!” Myriad craned his head to one side, staring with amusement in his eyes before he decided to humor his challenger. The big man pulled his hand back and struck Bubba across the chest with a backhand chop that resounded with a smack through the air. The crowd actually winced. Bubba grunted, winced and giggled a bit before declaring “My turn!” He readied his hand and nailed Myriad across the chest with his own chop before Myriad could respond. Myriad actually grabbed his chest and stepped back a bit. Bubba giggled again and declared “Your turn, Mister!” Myriad rubbed his chest and looked at Bubba, seemingly amazed that he actually made him feel something so early on in a match. Without telegraphing much more, Myriad whacked Bubba across the chest again. Bubba “oooooooohed” and shook it off. Laughing more as if this was a game and he hit Myriad back again, even harder. Myriad went back another step, visibly snarling under his face wraps. Myriad was looking more amused than anything else as he came back for another chop, but this time, he quickly followed up with a hook across the jaw and started laying into his opponent until he backed Bubba into a corner. The referee was unable to force the break due to the stipulation but Myriad eventually broke off and stepped back, raising his arms out to the side in an arrogant show of dominance. Bubba rolled his jaw, blinked away the stars and looked at Myriad like an angry scorned child. Suddenly Bubba yelled “that ain’t fair, cheater!” Before Myriad could react, the Colosseum went wild as Big Bubba came out of the corner and started laying into Myriad with right hand after right hand, forcing him back across the ring towards the opposite corner behind him.
Nick Hanson: And look at Big Bubba! Taking it to the champion!
Olivia Mayfaire: Go Bubba Go!
At ringside, Bubba’s cousins, Shawn and Cameron Worley were getting hyped up with the crowd, slapping the mat, yelling “C’mon, boy! That’s it! Get that shit!” Myriad stumbled back into the corner and Bubba switched up offense to start throwing repeated clotheslines, just thrusting all of his bodyweight forward as he clobbered Myriad across the chest. Bubba stepped back, pumped one fist, and caught Myriad in his arms as he staggered out, tossing him over for a Powerslam and a cover but barely got a two count. Outside the ring, Shawn Worley started digging under the ring while Cameron asked him “boy, what you doin’?” Shawn looked up at his brother and said, “hookin’ that boy up! You hush!” Cameron just shrugged and left Shawn to his devices as the man pulled out a steel chair, called to Bubba and slid it into the ring for him. Bubba saw the chair and shook his head, wide eyed, telling his cousins that it wasn’t nice to use weapons. Shawn and Cameron began trying to tell him it was okay in this match. Weapons were allowed but Bubba was adamant that it wasn’t nice. This gave Myriad time to get back to his feet, catch Bubba under the arms and hit a big Dragon Suplex onto the mat for a two count. As Bubba started recovering, Myriad walked over and grabbed the chair up before Shawn or Cameron could pull it back. Shawn pointed a finger up at Myriad, almost comically declaring “don’t you do it, boy! Don’t you do it!” Myriad held the chair up for the brothers to see before turning as Bubba made it to his feet, turned around and caught a chair shot right over the head, causing him to stagger around! Myriad looked at the chair, almost as if asking if the thing was broken. He hit Bubba again and Bubba blinked away the stars, staggering around like he was drunk. Growing annoyed, Myriad cocked the chair back low, swung up and down with some extra momentum and with a third, louder, sickening crack, Bubba finally went down to the mat! Myriad tossed the chair aside and went for a cover. He got a one. He got a two. But before he got a three, someone came diving onto his back to break up the pin before running wild and attacking him like a wild animal. The camera adjusted to show…Sylvia Lopez?!
Jim Reynolds: Hey!! What the hell?! That’s Sylvia Lopez!!!
Olivia Mayfaire: We can see that, Jim! And there’s Abigail Lindsay!
Nick Hanson: The Madhouse is here!! What’s going on?!
Sylvia continued attacking Myriad while Abigail got the referee’s attention and began quickly relaying something to him. A few seconds later, the referee leaned through the ropes to pass the message on to Darlyn Fajardo.
Darlyn Fajardo: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has just informed me that per the rules of the Event Horizon Championship, Sylvia Lopez and Abigail Lindsay are inserting themselves into this match. This match is now a Fatal Fourway!
Jim Reynolds: Whoa!!!
Nick Hanson: Completely legal in the Event Horizon division!! You can enter the match at any time between the bells!
Olivia Mayfaire: Yeah, but you have to pin the champion if you wanna win! The champion can pin any of these three!
Jim Reynolds: If he can get some momentum back that they just sucked out from him!
This was being said as Sylvia and Abigail both got Myriad back in a corner and were laying in with a storm of fists and stomps. A moment later, Abigail had an idea as she ran across the ring and charged in with a corner body splash. Sylvia mirrored her partner’s movement and came in with one of her own. Abigail and Sylvia began to alternate, charging across the ring to throw themselves into Myriad. They alternated and repeated. Abigail. Sylvia. Abigail. Sylvia. Abigail. Syl–No! As Sylvia ran in for another charge, Myriad exploded out of the corner with a roar, hitting Sylvia with a lariat, knocking her inside out. Abigail saw this and came off of the turnbuckles for a double axe handle but Myriad caught her by the throat and lifted her up to deliver a devastating Chokeslam to the mat. He covered Abigail for the pin but just after the referee’s hand hit two, Big Bubba Thompson came charging in and essentially hit a Cannonball Senton right into the side of Myriad, knocking him off of Abigail and out of the ring. Big Bubba rolled out of the ring after the champion and the two began fighting their way up onto the stage. As Sylvia and Abigail helped each other recover, they took a moment to scan around to see where their target went before spotting him and their other obstacle up on the stage. Together the pair grabbed a kendo stick each and raced up the walkway to the stage where they immediately began lashing out at Myriad just after he sent Bubba crashing into the stage wall. The onslaught of strikes began sending Myriad back towards the edge of the stage, causing him to teeter dangerously before he managed to catch Sylvia Lopez by the wrists as she came in for an overhead strike with her kendo stick. With a mighty “yoink”, Myriad snatched her up off of the ground and caught her on his shoulders for a powerbomb. Myriad turned, lifted her up and sent Sylvia crashing down off of the stage through a set of tables stacked with equipment.
Nick Hanson: Good god! The human body isn’t meant to take that sort of punishment!
As Myriad turned around, an enraged Abigail began wailing away at him with her own kendo stick next, targeting his legs and his head. After enough shots that essentially splintered the kendo stick into nothing, Abigail stepped back and hit a Superkick to the jaw of Myriad that sent him falling back and toppling over the edge of the stage!
Jim Reynolds: I don’t think the human body’s meant to take that either, Nicky!
Olivia Mayfaire: If you can even call Myriad human!
Abigail turned around to start descending the stage to go after the champion and check on her partner and that’s when she heard it, along with everyone else in the vicinity.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
At that sound, Abigail hurried around the corner of the stage to find Myriad, half conscious, laying face down over an unconscious Sylvia Lopez as the referee gave the signal that the match was over.
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner and STILL the NFW Event Horizon Champion…MYRIAD!!
As Myriad’s music began to play, Abigail Lindsay looked beside herself, realizing the sheer accident of a situation. She gave Myriad a wide berth as he picked himself back up to his feet before moving in to check on Sylvia. Myriad stumbled away from the absolute wreck of a scene as the referee came running back over with the Event Horizon Title to hand over to the champion.
Jim Reynolds: Well that match was just pure, unadulterated chaos, guys!
Olivia Mayfaire: That’s putting it lightly!
Nick Hanson: Alas, the champion retains again! He’ll be the one defending the belt against Jaxson King at Sudden Death in four days!
Winner: Myriad
Result: Pinfall (Inadvertent Stage Dive?)
=Still Event Horizon Champion=
Result: Pinfall (Inadvertent Stage Dive?)
=Still Event Horizon Champion=
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Jim Reynolds: First they get knocked out of the Tag Team tournament to crown the new number one contenders to the Tag Team Championships and now this?
Olivia Mayfaire: Seems like they need to go back to the drawing board.
Sylvia Lopez is on her knees as she begins to seethe, pulling at her hair while Abigail Lindsay slowly walks over to the Bellevue Banshee and kneels down beside her and puts her arm around her to try and console her.
Nick Hanson: And Abi doing her best to try and calm down her tag team partner.
Lindsay slowly manages to help Lopez up to her feet but once that happens, the Bellevue Banshee shoves Abigail away from her.
Jim Reynolds: Oh dear… Sylvia really has taken this loss hard.
Lindsay’s facial expression turns apologetic as she tries to apologize while once again moving towards Lopez who responds in kind with a blood curdling scream right in the face of the blonde.
Olivia Mayfaire: Abi is basically pleading with Sylvia to forgive her for what just happened.
Abigail tries one more time to apologize and this time extends her hand towards the Bellevue Banshee who just stares at the hand in front of her. Slowly, Lopez extends her own hand towards Lindsay’s and takes hold of it which brings a small smile to the blonde’s face.
Nick Hanson: Well it appears that Abi was finally able to get through to--
But suddenly, Lopez grabs Lindsay’s hand with her other hand and snaps her fingers with the Finger Break as Abigail lets out a shriek of pain as she clutches her hand.
Jim Reynolds: No!
Clutching her hand, Lindsay looks up to Lopez as a tear slowly rolls down her cheek and the Bellevue Banshee lets out another shriek before jumping onto Abigail with a Thesz press and begins wailing down on her with vicious hard rights and lefts while Lindsay desperately tries to cover up.
Olivia Mayfaire: Sylvia has snapped!
After a while, Lopez gets up off Lindsay and grabs at her head, almost as if she’s conflicted over what she’s doing. Abigail looks up at her tag team partner still attempting to apologize for what happened when the Bellevue Banshee storms back towards her and grabs her, locking her tight into The Lopez Lock.
Nick Hanson: What are you doing, Sylvia?! That’s your tag team partner!
Jim Reynolds: Not anymore it would appear.
Lopez pulls back on the hold as much as she can, screaming out at the top of her lungs as Lindsay falls unconscious.
Olivia Mayfaire: Abi’s out!
Lopez releases the hold and scurries over into the corner and pulls at her hair while staring at Lindsay’s unconscious body, the look on the Bellevue Banshee’s face seems mixed on what she just did as she then swiftly rolls out of the ring and clutches again at the sides of her head as she makes her way into the crowd as EMTs and officials rush to the ring to check on the condition of Abigail.
Nick Hanson: I feel like we just witnessed the fallout of The Madhouse, guys.
Jim Reynolds: And Sylvia looks conflicted about it… I mean… these two quickly formed a strong bond with one another… and just like that it’s just…
Olivia Mayfaire: ...broken.
Lopez then disappears through the crowd as Lindsay is being checked upon and we cut elsewhere.
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Juan Cortez: This ain’t the first time we danced, Astro Creeps. And y’all still got a name ‘round here. People still check under the bench and behind the lockers for them Astro Creeps, y’heard?
Javier Cortez: Mommas tell stories ‘bout the boogeyman. Schoolkids got Slenderman and all that noise. Professional wrestlers, least ‘round here in NFW? We got the Astro Creeps.
There’s a serious tone, but a twinkle in their eyes, making for an odd mix of amusement at the mystique but respect for the reputation.
Juan Cortez: Y’all forgive us if we ain’t afraid, though. If the whole… boogy-boogy mysterious evil thing… don’t really work no more.
Javier Cortez: ’Cause no matter how good a show you put on, you’re still human. Humans fight. Humans hurt. Humans bleed. Y’all ain’t different from no one else in that regard. And we got somethin’ y’all don’t right now: motivation.
A clip plays briefly, explaining that motivation via another missed opportunity by the Cortez Dynasty to become tag team champions. They look even more intense when the clip is over, with Carmen stepping up to speak.
Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez: Even a defeat is another step closer. We can only be denied so many times before we alight upon the right path, the right strategy, to take ourselves to the top and beyond. And beating you tonight, Astro Creeps, is another big step forward. Another chance to become something more.
She steps forward, along with the brothers.
Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez: You’d best be ready to do more than make scary faces. You had better come to fight.
Javier Cortez: Fear’s what y’all do best. Fighting’s what WE do best.
Juan Cortez: Y’all tell us which one is gonna get that gold, dig?
The three move on past the camera, heading down the hall to prepare for their match.
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Match #2/Singles
Kasumi Kaneko vs. VixSin
~ DING DING DING ~
The undead monster walks a slow circle around her downed opponent, dropping stomps as she goes. She then bends down, wrapping her arms around Kaneko’s waist before deadlifting them off the mat, only to launch them with a brutal release German suplex. VixSin moves into the opposite corner before turning to run at Kasumi, only to get caught by a desperation enzuigiri! The beast hits the mat, and Kaneko goes for a cover!
ONE!
VixSin roars, launching Kasumi off of her with relative ease. The Asian athlete looks at their opponent with wide eyes, as if they can’t believe what just happened. The undead monster is already getting to her feet, so Kaneko runs forward, looking for another dropkick, but VixSin snatches them out of the air, slamming them down with a violent uranage! There’s no hesitation this time. Kasumi is drug to their feet, and VixSin drives a knee into their gut to knock the air out of them before lifting her up and then bringing them back down with the Death Penalty! A cover follows immediately afterward.
ONE!
TWO!!
THREE!!!
~DING DING DING~
TWO!!
THREE!!!
~DING DING DING~
The referee calls for the bell, immediately going to check on Kasumi as VixSin celebrates.
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…VIXSIN!!!
Nick Hanson: My god, what a savage individual!
Jim Reynolds: I hope Quinn has a muzzle and a leash for this animal!
Olivia Mayfaire: Oh god, what’s she doing now? C’mon, enough!
VixSin turns her wild gaze on Kasumi again and starts stalking in their direction with Quinn directing her to do more damage. Kasumi looks up, defiantly trying to get to their feet as VixSin closes in. VixSin doesn’t see a figure come sliding into the ring behind her but she hears Quinn starting to shout a warning to her. VixSin looks at Quinn, sees her pointing, turns around….RIGHT INTO A “GOT ‘EM” BY MARILYN MATTHEWS!!!!!! The leaping cutter snaps VixSin down head first into the mat and Marilyn pops up to her feet, yelling to the crowd while pointing to VixSin.
Marilyn Matthews: GOT ‘EEEM!!!!
A dazed VixSin rolls out of the ring as Marilyn taunts her and Quinn. A brief look exchanged between Marilyn and Kasumi and the two share a small, respectful nod to each other; Kasumi thanking Marilyn for her assistance. “Blinding Lights” begins to play for the Deranged Digital Duchess as she stands in the middle of the ring, continuing to goad VixSin to her but Quinn fights to hold her monster back.
Nick Hanson: That might have gone from bad to worse for Kasumi Kaneko but a save from Marilyn Matthews put a stop to VixSin’s madness, at least for now!
Olivia Mayfaire: You had to know a receipt was coming, Nicky! You don’t fuck with Matthews or any of her own and not expect them to get their piece back!
Jim Reynolds: Behold The Kingdom!
Olivia Mayfaire: Says the one who’s been adamantly in support of the bullshit another of them’s been dealing with.
Jim Reynolds: Hey!
Olivia Mayfaire: I said what I said.
Winner: VixSin
Result: Pinfall (Death Penalty)
Result: Pinfall (Death Penalty)
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Match #3/Tag Team
The Cortez Dynasty vs. The Astro Creeps
Darlyn Fajardo: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!
Crowd: ONE FALL!!
Darlyn Fajardo: The winners will enter the Fatal Fourway Match next week to determine the Number One Contenders to the NFW World Tag Team Championships!
As Darlyn lowers the microphone, the PA comes to life with the shrill sound of a woman screaming in absolute terror. This almost startles the fans as they’ve not heard this in some time before a man’s angry voice soon cuts the woman off.
“Shut your mouth!”
“I said shut your fucking mouth!”
The woman’s voice continues to scream, sob and hyperventilate before the man’s voice returns.
“Listen, you Malibu middle class Barbie piece of shit! I’m tryin’ to work here!
Work?! You ever work?! Yeah, I’ll bet you have!
Scoopin’ ice cream to your shit heeled friends on Summer break.
Well I ain’t talkin’ about no goddamn white socks with Mickey Mouse on one side and Donald Duck on the other!
I ain’t readin’ no funny books, mama!
Our bodies come and go but this blood…is forever!”
A sudden drumbeat and bassline then kicks in as “Little Piggy” by Rob Zombie plays over the PA. Through the darkness in the arena, the camera pans in on Daedalus, dressed to the nines as he’s known to do, standing on the center of the stage. Hands tucked behind his back in a gentleman’s stance and an eerie smirk playing across his lips as some massive form moves in the shadows behind him. Daedalus descends the steps on the stage to the walkway and begins leisurely leading the way to the ring. The form in the shadows steps into the dim lighting, identifying itself as the monstrous Kosnar. Dragging behind him by one hand is a black body bag with something writhing inside.
Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, it has been months since we have seen the Astro Creeps here in NFW.
Jim Reynolds: And they still creep me out!
Olivia Mayfaire: I don’t think I’ve ever had the uhh…
Jim Reynolds: Don’t say pleasure, Olivia. These people are walking nightmares.
Olivia Mayfaire: I was still working Destiny at the time but I remember the horror stories. Isn’t this a tag team match, though? If I’m not wrong, Daedalus there is the manager. I only see one of the Creeps. Is that Kosnar?
Nick Hanson: That is, indeed, the man known as Kosnar. An absolute sadist of a human being with terrifying strength to boot.
Olivia Mayfaire: What the hell is he dragging behind him?
Jim Reynolds: You’ll see.
Daedalus and Kosnar reach the ring and the manager steps aside, giving Kosnar room to lift the load inside the bag up and roll it into the ring. Kosnar climbs up onto the apron as Daedalus walks up the steps. Kosnar holds the ropes open for his manager before stepping into the ring himself. The masked giant drags the body bag to the center of the ring and stands at the top end of it beside Daedalus.
Darlyn Fajardo: Introducing first…accompanied to the ring by Daedalus… At a combined weight of 445lbs…
Suddenly the body bag SITS UP and fingers poke through the top of the zipper. A pair of hands slides out, peeling the zipper open and the bag is pulled down, revealing the horrifying visage of Kosnar’s masked, female tag team partner.
Darlyn Fajardo: ...Kosnar and Pisces…THE ASTRO CREEPS!!
Pisces shifts up onto her hands and knees, poised like a wild animal, ready to pounce as she tilts her head at the camera, nestled under between Kosnar’s legs who just towers over her.
Olivia Mayfaire: Hey man!!! What the hell is that?! He keeps his partner in a body bag?!
Jim Reynolds: Creepy shit right?!
Olivia Mayfaire: They’re gonna try to stick one of their opponents in there before this match is over aren’t they?
Jim Reynolds: If not both of them!
Darlyn Fajardo: And their opponents…
The smooth beats and melodies of Sad Boy's "I Want It All" hit the speakers, a prelude to spotlights centering on the stage and the arena lights going up in red and blue, those colors pulsing to the beat of the track. Shortly after, Juan and Javier Cortez make their entrance, joined by the lovely-and-dangerous Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez. The threesome stops at the top of the stage with the brothers getting the fans pumped up till they're moving along with the music. Standing between them, Carmen gestures to the pair with pride, laying a kiss on the cheek of her husband, Javier, while Juan keeps his attention on the fans. They start heading down the ramp, still exhorting the fans to keep movin' and vibin'.
Darlyn Fajardo: Accompanied to the ring by Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez! From South Miami, Florida! At a combined weight of 418lbs. Juan and Javier…THE CORTEZ DYNASTY!!
Nick Hanson: Hey whoa whoa wait a minute!!!! LOOK OUT!!!
Just as the Cortez Dynasty are about to make it to ringside, Carmen tries to shout out a warning as Kosnar and Pisces come barreling up the entryway and collide with the brothers!! Chicago goes wild as fists start flying!! Juan and Pisces pair off while Javier and Kosnar just start throwing loaded bombs at each other! Carmen screams for the referee to do something. To his credit, he absolutely tries as he orders them to get into the ring but the fight is quickly getting out of hand. Daedalus is still standing in the ring, laughing in twisted delight at how his clients have approached the situation. In the midst of everything, Juan has Pisces latched onto his back in a sort of demented piggyback ride as she tries to claw at his face. Carman finally has enough and pulls the woman off of her client only for Pisces to leap onto her with a shriek and take her down with a Thesz Press. Juan immediately wrangles Pisces off of Carmen and the two start trading blows again. Meanwhile, Javier’s having a little bit less luck against Kosnar as a series of massive right hands sends him staggering towards the commentary table, right before…
Nick Hanson: Oh my god. Liv, Jim, watch out watch out WATCH OUT!!
Nick dives out of his chair. Jim actually grabs Olivia and pulls her out of hers as he falls out of his just before Kosnar grabs Javier by the head and flings him over the commentary table!!!
Olivia Mayfaire: Jesus fuck, you guys!!
Jim Reynolds: You alright?!
Olivia Mayfaire: I think so! Thanks for the save!
Jim Reynolds: I have my chivalrous moments!
Nick Hanson: They need to get these teams settled down and inside the ring! We’re supposed to have a match here!
Olivia Mayfaire: Hey, you stay away from Darlyn!!
Olivia screams out as Kosnar storms over and scares Darlyn Fajardo out of her ring announcer’s chair before picking it up and snapping it closed.
Jim Reynolds: The hell is he doing with that?
Olivia Mayfaire: You ask the dumbest questions, Jim.
Jim Reynolds: Hey, I saved you!
Nick Hanson: Javier Cortez might wanna stay down!
Olivia Mayfaire: Stay down Javie!
But Javier doesn’t hear the warning as he picks himself up, steps over the fallen bodies of the commentators who are laying low for their own sake and he turns right into a nasty shot over the head with the chair in Kosnar’s hands. At that point, the referee’s had enough and starts calling for the emergency bell.
~DINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDINGDING~
Security and more referees flood out of the backstage area to try and break the teams up but the Astro Creeps turn on them as well, starting to lay out anyone who comes their way. It’s utter chaos as, finally, General Manager Jessica Clarkson-Morian comes out, directing traffic and actual roster members start to pour out from the back, finally able to pull the Cortez Dynasty and Astro Creeps apart. The General Manager is a mix between disappointed and pretty upset as the referee has Darlyn Fajardo make the announcement official.
Darlyn Fajardo: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has informed me that due to both teams refusing to cooperate, they will both be disqualified! This match is considered a no contest!
Olivia Mayfaire: Awww c’mon!!
Jim Reynolds: What’s that gonna mean for the match next week?
This is something that appears to be on the mind of Carmen Cortez as she finds her way through the crowd to Jessica Morian, asking about the Fatal Fourway. Looking flustered beyond all comprehension, Jessica presses her hands over her face to compose herself before throwing her hands up and shakes her head.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Forget it. Forget it! It’s a Triple Threat! Your boys and them! They’re disqualified! Nobody wants to listen to me? I’m done being nice!
Jessica starts storming towards the back but stops in front of the camera to make her statement more clear.
Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Next week. Cornbread Mafia, Thicc Attack and the Tag Team Champions, the Emperor Aces. If the Mafia or Thicc Attack win, they face the Aces at Cruel Summer. If the Emperor Aces win, it's the champions' choice. They can face any team they choose but they must choose before next week!
With that, Jessica turns and yells for security to get the Astro Creeps and the Cortez Dynasty out of here and out of the arena for the night before disappearing backstage, furious.
Nick Hanson: I hate to see such a kind hearted young lady pushed to such emotions, folks.
Jim Reynolds: Yeah, thanks Cortezes!
Olivia Mayfaire: Thanks Cortezes?! The Astro Creeps started it!
Jim Reynolds: ”Oh but what about muh tag team title shot?!” Pure selfishness!
Olivia Mayfaire: It was a reasonable inquiry, Jim! Stop being such an asshole!
Jim Reynolds: I’m not an asshole! I saved you!
Olivia Mayfaire: That’s only gonna get you so far and it certainly ain’t getting you my number.
Nick Hanson: We’re gonna take a short break folks. We apologize for the inconvenience!
Winners: N/A
Result: No Contest (Double Disqualification)
Result: No Contest (Double Disqualification)
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Amanda Thorn: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time… Coco St. Cloud!
-that’s no surprise. Coco is known to give poor Amanda all sorts of grief. But Amanda is determined to do her job and do it well. Coco’s expression is one of pure annoyance. Per usual, considering smiling causes laugh lines and wrinkles, and Coco’s superficiality would not allow it. The beauty, who’s taken to calling herself a “hardcore icon” lately looks anything but, dressed to the nines in the ultimate Barbie pink pvc puffer-style jacket, a pale pink bustier, fitted pink skinny cuts that hug her curves in all the right places, and stacked pink high heels. Her short hair is meticulously styled in a bob.
Amanda Thorn: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome at this time… Coco St. Cloud!
Coco seems just a bit bored with the intro, but lets it slide.
Amanda Thorn: Coco, first of all, there’s been a rare radio silence from you since your loss to Ace Sky -
She holds a single, pointer finger upward.
Coco St. Cloud: I would NOT be saying all that. I lost to Ace Sky? No. I wouldn’t say that, at all.
Amanda Thorn: Why wouldn’t you say that? It’s a fact.
Coco St. Cloud: Because it’s rude. Who raised you to be rude and ugly? Why is EVERYONE around here rude and ugly?
Coco sneered, her arms folding under her chest. Giving her head a disappointed shake.
Coco St. Cloud: I deserve better than being in the ring with Ace Sky. Ace sucks! … himself off, because no one else wants to. Gotta say, if I were him? You could waterboard me, and I wouldn’t admit that. He’s an embarrassment, and my stock goes down by being associated with him. It’s nothing but a net gain for him being seen with me. He couldn’t be seen with a woman of my caliber for the entirety of his paycheck, and given how he dresses? He’d need a few of them stacked up to be worth a text back, much less ten minutes of pity-attention. Besides, are we just missing the fact that the Crispy Conjurer had to hold ol’ boy’s sticky, unwashed hands and get him to the end of the match? I had shallow throat BEAT, and EVERYONE knows it!
Amanda Thorn: Some might agree with that, sure, but-
Pausing mid-sentence, Amanda spots someone walking up to the interview space behind Coco. Debating internally whether or not to warn Coco about it, though, is inconsequential; her expression gives it away. The masked woman comes up to the both of them, all but ignoring Amanda but standing face to face with Coco. Long, dark hair flows from beneath the mask, leading to immediate speculation…
Nick Hanson: Wait a second… that’s not Zoey Madigan-Star, is it?!
Jim Reynolds: Who else? And it looks like she dusted off her old mask from the last Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament to hide her busted grill, courtesy of Coco!
Nick Hanson: Hmmm. It DOES look the same…
There’s a combination of not only Amanda’s wild eyes but just the feeling of being watched, if not towered over, that makes Coco tense. Trepidatiously she turned on her heels, her shoulders hunch as she realized that she was coming face-to-visor with the masked woman. Coco takes a step back, creating some space between herself and the masked woman.
Coco St. Cloud: No touchy!
She said, as if it were the law. To her? It was.
Coco St. Cloud: What are you doing here, witch? In your Power Rangers era, at that? I hate it! Why the hell can’t you just stay home instead of showing up here, ruining my life? I was GRACIOUS enough to give you a paid vacation from this hellscape!
Despite little of their face being visible, the masked woman is rather animated as she listens to Coco. Nodding, gesturing, motioning to Amanda as if in agreement and even smiling. But when Coco finishes talking, the smile vanishes. The woman gets right up in Coco’s face, grabbing Amanda’s hand, the one clutching the microphone, and pulling it close…
…except she says nothing. Instead, she hauls off and smacks Coco across the face, drawing a look of shock from Amanda and quite a reaction from the crowd as security starts swarming in!
Jim Reynolds: You can’t slap her! That’s like, a 100k fine right then and there! That face is on billboards, for crying out loud!
Nick Hanson: Hmmm…
Jim Reynolds: Hell do you mean “hmm”?! What, are you taking that crazy witch’s side?!
Several security team members get between the two women as the masked woman rattles off some rapid-fire Italian. It is probably best that there’s no subtitles, given the tone there. Jim’s ranting continues while Nick seems… confused? Meanwhile, Coco is livid!
Coco St. Cloud: She’s speaking in tongues! Oh my god I literally sent her to hell!
Coco squeals, her fingers gingerly touching the irritated skin which is already starting to form a red mark from the grating on the microphone. She glanced at Amanda, anxiously, before launching the interviewer at the masked woman, literally using her as a human shield. The “Hardcore Icon” still looking anything but as she rushed down the hall, squealing out.
Coco St. Cloud: Stay AWAY from me, ghost! Stay the FUCK out of my business, too!
Jim Reynolds: Yeah, get that nutbag out of here before she blows something up!
Nick Hanson: Oh, will you listen to yourself?! Coco acts like she’s never been smacked before! Maybe that’s part of the problem!
Amanda, not comfortable being a human shield, blanches when the masked woman snatches her microphone. She gets right up close, looking not at the interviewer, but at Coco. Security backs off for a moment, or at least pauses their pursuit, as it seems that the violence is done. But they’re still very much on hair-triggers.
Zoey Madigan-Star?: We. Aren’t. Done.
Throwing down the microphone, the masked woman disappears in a puff of purple smoke, leaving everyone coughing as she’s gone without a trace!
Jim Reynolds: See?! SEE?! That’s that crazy witch! She’s the ONLY one who does that crap!
Nick Hanson: Fine, fine! But Coco brought this on herself, treating people like that!
Jim Reynolds: Like what?! Like they don’t know the high-maintenance lifestyle that comes with being a fashionista? Zoey doesn’t. She ruined Coco’s dress and laughed about it in her face!
Nick Hanson: You’re skipping a LOT of context there, Jim, and we both know it. Either way… Coco St. Cloud is being haunted by a scorned witch and she has no one to blame for it but herself.
Already bolting after the smoke, Coco is gone in a flash, leaving Amanda and security standing there flummoxed, wondering what the hell just happened!
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Match #4/Singles
=Best of 5: Round 3=
Jessi Ozborne (1) vs. Chasity Cage (1)
~DING DING DING~
Jessi and Chasity meet in the middle of the ring, and begin throwing strikes at one another. Chops, forearms, kicks, and headbutts fly in a flurry, but both women are able to counter or avoid each of the others strikes. Chas goes for a forearm, but Jessi blocks, countering into a tie up, but Cage counters, rolling through to put Jessi in the hold instead. Ozborne cartwheels to the side, reversing the pressure before slapping down on her opponent’s hand to break her grip before leaping for a dropkick, but Chas takes half step back, slapping Jessi’s feet aside. The Queen of Queens hits the mat, but kips up immediately, rolling forward to dodge an attempted clothesline. La Reina Asesina springboards off the middle rope, leaping back for a crossbody, taking Cage to the mat but they roll through getting back up to their feet with Jessi in hand before dropping Ozborne down over her knee for a backbreaker. Jessi cries out in pain, writhing as she rolls away. Cage pursues, dragging Ozborne up to her feet. Irish whipping the Queen of Queens at the opposite side of the ring, Jessi hits the ropes. Chastity drops down to her stomach as Ozborne leaps over her. Chas is back on her feet as Jessi comes back off another rebound, but Little Miss Impossible catches Cage’s arm when they attempt a forearm strike, which allows her to spin up and then through to toss her opponent with a big hurricanrana!
The crowd is going absolutely nuts, both women upright again and circling to chants of “THIS IS AWESOME!” Ozborne grins, nodding, while Cage keeps a straight face, stepping in to blast Jessi across the chest with a brutal chop. Ozborne stumbles, then returns the shot with a yell. An exchange of chops to the chest occurs until Jessi blocks, looking for a knee strike, but Chas is ready for it, dropping an elbow straight down onto Ozborne’s surgically repaired knee! The crowd boos as Jessi drops to the mat, howling in agony. Cage moves in, smelling blood in the water, but the Queen of Chaos suddenly stops, suddenly schoolboying her opponent! The referee is there!
One!
Tw-!
Tw-!
No! Cage kicks out, and Jessi slaps the mat in frustration. She’s back to her feet, springboarding off the ropes for a dropkick, but Chasity suddenly sidesteps, and the referee takes the hit instead, dropping to the mat and clutching their chest. Cage rolls to the outside as Jessi looks at the downed official. She looks to her opponent, then back to the ropes before running forward, looking for the tope con hilo, which connects! Ozborne is back on her feet as her opponent attempts to crawl away. La Reina looks to pursue, but Chasity drives a kick back into Jessi’s knee again! Ozborne cries out in pain, stumbling back to lean against the announce table. Before Cage can capitalize, Jessi grabs one of the monitors on the table, yanking it free, but the cable splits, sending up sparks! Ozborne hesitates, giving Chasity the opening she needs to hit a running big boot, slamming her opponent down with authority! Jessi is dazed as she’s thrown back into the ring. The referee is slowly getting to their feet as Chas gets back into the ring. Jessi gets to her feet, but stumbles, allowing Cage to hook and hit The Pendulum!
The referee drops down.
One!
Two!!
Three!!!
~DING DING DING~
Two!!
Three!!!
~DING DING DING~
The referee calls for the bell, and Jessi rolls out of the ring, shaking her knee to get the feeling back as Chasity absorbs the boos from the crowd.
Nick Hanson: That makes the tally 2 to 1 in favor of Chasity Cage!
Jim Reynolds: Yeah, good on her! You saw how Jessi ruined my monitor!
Olivia Mayfaire: I saw how Chasity went for the low hanging fruit of Jessi's knee too.
Jim Reynolds: Wasn't illegal!
Olivia Mayfaire: Still malicious, though!
Winner: Chasity Cage
Result: Pinfall (The Pendulum)
=Chasity: 2, Jessi :1=
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Austin Ramsey: Hi, Devyn, I’m not sure if you know who I am, but I’m Austin. I’d like to borrow your set and crew here to talk to everyone watching Collision and introduce myself to the masses in NFW. It’s nothing against you or your abilities, I just need to do this my way, and I’m not up for a question-and-answer kind of thing here.
Austin looks at her, and she nods at him and walks off set. Austin returns to the set and steps on the marker with Toddy beside him. She kisses him on the cheek and whispers into his ear. His face twitches, and pleased with her handiwork, she takes his hand and nods at the camera crew. The countdown begins 3, 2, 1, the red light comes on, and the producer nods at the couple.
Austin Ramsey: What a night it has been on Collision tonight. Hats off to all the competitors that continuously come out here and give you the best they got. That said, I’ve been in NFW for a bit, and I think I’ve got a lay of the land and given you some pretty spectacular matches against some of the NFW’s best.
Now you are asking yourself, so what? That’s what you get paid to do, right? Yeah, I do; however, the Austin that you’ve seen over the years has changed. Call it one too many shots to the head or whatever, but I’ve learned to control the anger and rage a lot better. It’s no secret that over the years, people have talked about my multiple personalities, all 28 documented ones, anyway. But it was my head getting banged into the mat repeatedly that set a few things in motion.
I no longer hear my "friends" in the underground; they have all merged into one voice. I feel more in control now. My doctor and my wife disagree with my self-diagnosis, but I’ve found balance for the first time in my life. There is one problem, though, and you all saw it during the Event Horizon tournament in my match against Myriad. You used to be able to tell if one of the friendly personalities was driving the train because my eyes would be green, and when one of the violent ones was in control, my eyes would turn all black. Now my eyes are black and green, and I am extremely sinister, almost uncontrollable when I feel that rage when the darkness takes over. My wife has figured out what to do to either push it further or bring me back from the brink.
When I feel consumed, there is nothing I will not do to inflict pain to win a match at any cost. When she unshackles the chains, I am dangerous and virtually feel no pain. I took on one of NFW’s monsters, which took everything he had to put me down. I saw it in his eyes, and when that first glimmer of doubt took over, I fed off of it. That was the fuel I needed to continue descending into the darkness and meet him on his playground.
I did not have to go there with my match against Alastair Frost, not because he wasn’t a worthy challenger but because our match was cut short. I was proud of the fact that I was in the main event in a singles competition for the first time in my career. My entire family was here to cheer me on, all three of my children, my wife, our…her…friends. They were all here to see a significant event in my life, which Dona Rotten and Alice Chambers stole from me. They could have settled whatever vendetta they had with Alastair after the match. They didn’t need to do that during the match, during my match, my fucking moment.
Rotten is already the fucking champion; how much of an attention whore does she need to be to fucking steal from me? These days, I don’t fuck with many people until they fuck with me, but this will not be forgotten at all. I am going to reclaim my time, and you aren’t going to like it when I do. You don’t have to be afraid, in fact, I prefer it that way. It will sting more when I strike. Just know that I owe you both a debt, and I teach my children always to pay their debts. Alastair, we don’t know each other well, and you may prefer to go it alone, but I’m putting the offer on the table that I will back you in your fight against them whenever you need me. If not, that’s cool; I will even the score and right this wrong soon enough.
I know you all are ready for the main event, as am I, so I’ll leave you with this. If you watched all of my old antics and believe you have my number, that’s good. I evolve daily, and even though I don’t understand what is happening to me, I do know what happens when a wild animal feels caged. I know that I have a desire to win and rise to the top at NFW. I know I will go through everyone on this roster to achieve greatness. Now that I’ve finally introduced myself properly, back to your regularly scheduled programming.
Toddy whispers into Austin’s ear, and a smile creeps onto his face. He kisses her, and the two walk off-set.
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Main Event/Tag Team
=Non-Title=
Alastair Frost & Dona Rotten vs. The Emperor Aces
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Dona steps back as Alastair and her discus who should start. Alastair turns into a double dropkick from the Emperor Aces. Jordan runs to the ropes and comes back for a quebrada. She rolls out of the way and Sanada follows with a second one just for good measure. The tag champs go for a double dropkick on Dona and then come back for a double running splash on Alastair on the mat. Dona crawls back up and the Emperor Aces go up to the top on opposite corners. They leap off, Sanada executing a splash while Jordan goes for a leg drop. Alastair moves and the two crash to the mat together. Alastair jumps up and cradles Jordan.
ONE!
TWO!
JORDAN KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JORDAN KICKS OUT!
Alastair cradles Sanada.
ONE!
TWO!
JORDAN MAKES THE SAVE!
TWO!
JORDAN MAKES THE SAVE!
Alastair rolls over and tags on Dona, who clearly was not expecting that. She comes in, snarking off as she does so. Alastair says something back and the fight is on as the Emperor Aces come at them simultaneously. Dona gets into it with Sanada while Alastair fights with Jordan. Dona and Alastair start to back up and inadvertently back into each other. They spin to fight and both get rolled up from behind.
ONE!
TWO!
ALASTAIR & DONA KICK OUT!
TWO!
ALASTAIR & DONA KICK OUT!
Alastair rolls over to his team’s corner. He starts to stand up and Dona gets Irish whipped into him. Alastair shoves her off of him and Dona walks into Double Grenades. She goes down hard and Alastair tries to run into the fight again. The Emperor Aces hit superkicks in stereo and Alastair tumbles back, falling over Dona and knocking her back down to the mat. Dona staggers up, yelling at him and the Emperor Aces catch her for Holy Money! Jordan covers Dona.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here are your winners, the NFW Tag Team Champions, the Emperor Aces!
Nick Hanson: That’s a victory for the Emperor Aces!
Olivia Mayfaire: And with a pin over the World Champion, too! Go Jordan Majors!
Jim Reynolds: Did you see how Alastair threw his own partner into harm’s way?!
Nick Hanson: Now, c’mon. You can’t say that was intentional!
Dona certainly seems to think so, however, as she gets up in Alastair’s face and the referee has to force them apart as the two go back and forth with words while the Emperor Aces celebrate as the show goes off the air.
Nick Hanson: That’s our show for this week. So long, ladies and gentlemen!
Winners: The Emperor Aces
Result: Pinfall (Holy Money)
Result: Pinfall (Holy Money)
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