NFW Collision #179!

With the lights dimmed, the Shieldmaidens’ motto, “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!” comes up on the Tron. Slipknot's “Psychosocial” hits and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire comes walking through the entryway smirking cruelly. She nods to the assembled crowd in Korakuen Hall in Tokyo and makes her way to the ring. She steps inside and holds aloft the NFW Silver Mountain Championship.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, Tokyo, how ye bae in haer?

She nods and smiles.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Next waek, Japan will bae th’ witnesses tae me defendin’ this championship against one o’ yer very own!

The crowd sits on the edge of their seats in anticipation.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: In her hometown, Okinawa, Maki Megumi bae challengin’ me fer this championship an’ I had tae tink about dis fer a second baecause dis bae special. Maki Megumi bae almost out an’ now she bae r’turnin’ fer th’ Silver Mountain Championship…

She looks at her championships and nods respectfully to it.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: So tha made me tink on dis… whot bae worthy o’ dis momentous occasion?

Pausing, Psycho looks down at her feet as she ponders this question.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Whot could bae worth Maki Megumi?

She nods to herself.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Bae there ennithin special? Any match I would want if it were me? Ennithin tha hasnay baen done tae death?

She looks up into the camera.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: An’ I found one.

The crowd sits up in anticipation even more than before.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: I found a match tha has only happened once an’ hasnay ever baen a singles match.

Psycho starts to pace to her left.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Maki Megumi… ye, me… Silver Mountain Championship… yer hometown…

She comes back to her right, stopping where she was before to look dead into the camera.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Full Throttle Mayhem!

The crowd gasps at the mention of the match.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: There only baen one an’ I bae wantin’ my chance at redemption in it! This bae me chance!

She points at the entranceway.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: They bae bringin’ ye in haer special fer this an’ I will bae damned if I let this opportunity go flyin’ by me!!

The camera zooms in slightly.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Ye an’ me, Maki, in yer hometown fer the NFW Silver Mountain Championship, the first time we ever lay eyes on aech utter, Full Metal Mayhem…

A smile crosses her face.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Rev it up, baecause we’re takin’ over dis bitch, Maki!

She drops the microphone and starts walking out as “Psychosocial” hits again.
Backstage, Jordan Majors and Sanada sit on top of some equipment boxes with the Tag Team Championships beside them. They’re deep in conversation when they appear on camera.

Jordan Majors: All I’m saying is I’m sorry for what went down last time we were in the match. I missed a step and you paid the price. Like, you’re one of my best friends. You know I’d take a bullet for you. I hated seeing you get pinned in Japan. So we gotta make sure we do everything possible to win this match at Cruel Summer. I want this moment for you, shinyuu.

Sanada: You know I was a bit frustrated that my first comeback to Japan with NFW ended up being pinned. It was a bit embarrassing to look at the fans who were there. Thicc Attack didn't deserve to win. Thicc Attack didn't deserve to get number one contendership, they shouldn’t even become our challenger! You know I don't want that second mistake, right? Yes, of course we will have to make sure we can defend our title no matter what it costs us. Defending the title in Cruel Summer is not difficult and I won't lose in my own country either. Because of me... I won't let them get what they want anymore.

Jordan nods and looks down in between them and then cracks a smile.

Jordan Majors: You know every match at Cruel Summer has No DQ rules so… you can really get them back as much as you want. Crack a few chairs? Kendo sticks? Tables? Thicc Attack wanted this match and they also gave you that loss a few weeks back. So this is your playground. You can do absolutely anything to them in this match. Make them pay for that pain they caused you, yeah? I mean, I’m already thinking about the revenge I can get for you. We’re still on this journey as the greatest tag team this company has seen. This will just be a memorable moment along a long journey.

As Sanada hears everything that Jordan says to her, she cracks a smile. But her smile turns wicked on her face as if she has some plan in her head right now.

Sanada: You know what? No DQ rules allows me and you punish them for what they did to us… We will cost them for challenge us like we did to our past challengers… I don’t care if they are bigger than us or stronger than us but they are not prepared to face The Emperor Aces on the dominant side! We will make this match to be their graveyard, Jordan we will punish them as much as we want to! I want to see blood and I will get their blood on my hands. I didn't care if the crowd loved to see it or not, this match was all about revenge and becoming the greatest tag team in this company… I can’t let them stop us. I didn't plan to lose this title in my own country and I hate them when they think they will take this title away from us! I hate them when they think they can beat us again in a title match. Soon, Jordan we will going to put the worst defeated in their life in their thick skull.

Jordan gives Sanada a bit of an alarmed look after getting her so worked up. She looks away and gives her tag partner a side eye before she scratches at the back of her neck.

Jordan Majors: Part of the champion life. You get challengers from all directions. Heck, I’ve even seen The Cortez Dynasty already saying they should be next in line for another shot. The more things change, the more they stay the same. So, yeah, let’s dish out some punishment and you go for your revenge. But make sure we come out of this match still ready to go. I don’t want to see you hurting yourself to take these girls down. But we will get this one back for you, ok? I want to see you celebrate a win in Japan.

Sanada rolled her eyes as she heard Jordan said “hurting yourself” to her before Sanada jumps down from the equipment boxes and puts her NFW World Tag Team Championship on her shoulder before she turns over to Jordan and looks at her partner with a serious expression in her eyes.

Sanada: Sorry, this time I will do whatever it takes, Jordan… I will do whatever to defend this title even if I will sacrifice myself to beat them… I will do everything for us to defend this champion. I will do everything for you, Jordan… Thicc Attack is not like a team like The Cortez Dynasty. They take me to my best and now they will get the best of me in Cruel Summer and when it is down to me, Jordan… I will take everything even if it will hurting myself but I don’t care about it… Only I care is you, only I care is to defend this title! I will celebrate in Japan for sure but when I make them remember this loss in their thick skull that they can’t beat The Emperor Aces even they think they are in their best!

Jordan takes a long look at Sanada and then nods. She smiles as she stands and retrieves her title. She puts up the Too Sweet hand gesture and waits for Sanada to meet her with the same.

Jordan Majors: Aye! We do this for us. We do this for the Emperor Aces. Aces forever. Queens for life.

Sanada looks up at Jordan’s hand as she puts up the Too Sweet hand gesture and waits for her to do the same… but Sanada is still staring at Jordan. Her mood is different than what Jordan is used to… This is not the same Sanada from the past… Sanada reaches her hand up, but grabs Jordan’s wrist and pulls her hand down…

Sanada: We will do it later, Jordan… after everything end in Cruel Summer… And yeah Aces are forever… I believe in you that we will do this together again after I put the end to them.

Sanada turns and she walks away with her title and leaves Jordan behind. Jordan shrugs and laughs as she follows after a determined Sanada.
Alastair was on the outside of the arena to keep an eye on Collision from a distance so he would not be attacked by Dona or her girlfriend/manager in any form. He could tell that others who were walking about the arena thought he was a fan but others knew who he was and stayed away from him due to his reputation.

Alastair Frost: Dona thought it was cute that she would use that little bitch of a manager of hers to distract me after my match. It is no more proof that she is nothing more than a domestic terrorist using her position as champion to terrorize Collision and its roster.

He snarled at what Dona had done and he didn’t like being attacked randomly by anyone. He crossed his arms after he put on his sunglasses.

Alastair Frost: She may want to use the advantage that she is calling Osaka home to make sure that she walks out Cruel Summer with the title but that is not something I will NOT allow. Collision deserves a champion who is HONORABLE and Dona is not an honorable woman.

A growl is heard when he spoke the word honorable. He may hate authority figures but he had the loyalty, honor and respect from the Marine Corps instilled in him and it would never go away.

Alastair Frost: Whether it is a wrestling ring or a scrapyard, The Lone Wolf will not allow Venom to overwhelm him again during a match at Cruel Summer.

Alastair slipped into the Arena with a small group of fans that were showing up late to Collision.
We cut to the parking lot where we see a Harley pulling up and coming to a stop, the rider removes their helmet to reveal that it’s in fact Abigail “Serenity” Lindsay.

Nick Hanson: I’m surprised this woman is showing her face after her actions from last week.

Jim Reynolds: Oh come on, Nick! It wasn’t that bad!

Olivia Mayfaire: She terrorized a non-combatant just because of her affiliation with Sylvia Lopez, Jim!

Serenity climbs off her bike and begins to make her way through the parking lot when suddenly we hear a blood curdling shriek as Sylvia Lopez slams into her from the side sending Lindsay into the side of a car causing her to drop her bike helmet.

Nick Hanson: It’s Sylvia!

Jim Reynolds: Oh boy! This is gonna be good!

Olivia Mayfaire: You have issues, Jim.

The two are now embroiled in a dangerous hard-hitting brawl with one another against the car and eventually, Lopez gets free and picks up Serenity’s helmet and throws it at her head however the projectile is dodged and it smashes through the car window.

Nick Hanson: Well that’s going to come out of Sylvia’s paycheck.

Jim Reynolds: I don’t think she cares.

Olivia Mayfaire: Nope.

Lindsay, after realizing how close she came to having her head caved in by her own helmet, tackles the Bellevue Banshee to the ground and the two continue their scuffle before a swarm of security and officials arrive on the scene flanked by Collision General Manager, Jessica Clarkson-Morian.

Nick Hanson: And here’s the boss with security.

Jim Reynolds: Boo!

Olivia Mayfaire: Seriously, Jim? Get some help.

The security and officials manage to pry Serenity and Lopez off of one another and separate the two as Clarkson-Morian steps between them both.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Alright that’s enough, y’all!

The General Manager lets out a sigh, as if realizing something she didn’t want to have too.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: So it’s clear that this issue has gotten way too out of hand so I’m afraid y’all have given me no choice. So at Cruel Summer, the match between you two is going to be a Loser Leaves NFW I Quit match!

That announcement surely changes the demeanor of both Lindsay and the Bellevue Banshee.

Nick Hanson: Woah!

Jim Reynolds: For real?!

Olivia Mayfaire: That’s huge!

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Now I’m askin’... no… I’m tellin’ y’all that since you both aren’t booked tonight? That y’all take the rest of the night off! Y’all have a blessed evening.

And with that bombshell dropped, the General Manager takes her leave as the security and officials proceed to remove Serenity and Lopez from the building as we cut elsewhere.
We cut back to ringside, where we see crew members rolling a carpet into the ring. As a few other crew members bring two chairs and a table into the ring, "Poker Face" by Lady Gaga ft. Industrial Metal Remix featuring Soniq Armada begins to play, with Chasity Cage stepping through the entrance tunnel to a chorus of boos.

Nick Hanson: No love from these fans for Chasity Cage for her actions over the past several weeks!

Olivia Mayfaire Can you blame ‘em? I mean, think of all the things she’s done to Jessi Ozborne since tensions began to rise between them.

Jim Reynolds: Oh yeah, Livvy! Exposed her as weak and made her look like a clown on a weekly basis! Poor her!

Chasity climbs into the ring, taking a microphone off the table and taking a seat. She kicks her feet up as she begins.

Chasity Cage: Hello Tokyo…Papi’s home!

The crowd boos Chasity even louder as she mocks her rival’s opening catchphrase.

Chasity Cage: Oh, what? Is that stupid catchphrase only supposed to be used by your precious little “Queen”?

The crowd boos even more as Chasity throws up a pair of condescending air quotes.

Chasity Cage: Well I don’t care. Fact of the matter is, while she may have gotten the win last week, but exposed her for the fraud that she really is. She may come off as this tough, bad girl type. But deep down, she’s just as soft as each and every single one of you.

More boos from the fans.

Chasity Cage: And that’s why—

Just then “Bones Exposed” by Of Mice & Men begins to play, with Jessi Ozborne stepping out of the tunnel and advancing towards the ring. She climbs into the ring and takes her seat, not even saying a word to Chasity before opening the contract and signing her name on it.

Chasity Cage: Jessi Ozborne everyone! The woman of the hour! Not even taking time to acknowledge her guest! Just in a hurry to sign up for another indulgence of her humiliation kink! You gotta res—

Jessi Ozborne The only one humiliating themselves here is you, bitch. Now sign the fucking contract.

Jessi interrupts Chasity in a shrewd tone, inciting a huge “Ooo” from the crowd. Chasity smiles.

Chasity Cage: Aww! Jessi! You’re so cute when you try to act all tough and mean! But before you came out here and rudely interrupted me, I was actually making a point.

Chasity laughs, all while Jessi rolls her eyes.

Chasity Cage: See, as I was about to say, you’re such a…fraud. You come out here, trying to act as though you’re this badass, when last week I saw you for who you truly are. Deep down, you’re just as soft as all of these people…and that’s why you cling to them so much, isn’t it? Because deep down even you know that you belong on the other side of the guardrail with all of them.

Chasity takes the contract they were going to sign off the table, showing it off to Jessi before continuing.

Chasity Cage: That’s why this thing? Means dick!

Chasity tosses the contract out of the ring, pulling a new copy from behind her on her chair and laying it on the table.

Chasity Cage: See, I know that you were about to rope me into some boring as standard deathmatch where we throw each other through glass tables and compete to see how many light tubes we can shove up each other’s asses. You know…the way your overhyped mother likes them.

That remark gets a huge gasp from the crowd, all of them now concerned for Chasity’s fate after invoking Tarah Nova’s name into this.

Chasity Cage: But I know what you fear, so why wouldn’t I exploit that? See, this match, Jessi, is a 2 Minutes to Midnight Match. Barbed wire will be all over the ring, and at ringside. But here’s my favorite part. We’re gonna have C4 charges planted all over the ring. Every time you hit them…BOOM! Every time you even make me hit them…BOOM! And we’re gonna have a ton of them planted around the edge of the ring on a timer, so after a certain amount of time passes, and your ass is still in this ring…

Chasity leans in to finish off.

Chasity Cage: ...BOOM!

Jessi takes a bit of a pause, thinking over whether or not she really wants to do this. She eventually can’t help but burst out with laughter.

Jessi Ozborne Ah, gee! You really fucking got me, huh?

Jessi laughs a bit more.

Jessi Ozborne I mean hell, you even brought my mom into it and everything, you’re the classiest person I’ve ever met. Truly. I honestly can’t even be mad at you for this, Chasity. I truly can’t. See, if this was me from a year ago? I would’ve pulled the exact same move. I almost commend you for it.

Jessi pauses before she drops a bombshell on Chasity.

Jessi Ozborne But in the end, it only makes me think less of you. Because as I look at you, I realize that that’s exactly what you are: A piss poor, wannabe Jessi Ozborne circa 2022.

The crowd pops at that remark from Jessi.

Jessi Ozborne I mean, it shows. It desperately shows. You walk around here acting like your God’s gift to this place when you haven’t accomplished a damn thing to back it up. You act like you have the mental edge over everybody, when in reality you’re just a lost, scared little girl. That’s why you have to stack the deck against me. Because if you didn’t, you’d be stuck in an ass-kicking competition against someone who’s kicked tougher asses than you ever could, with a body unbroken and a mind unphased. And deep down, you know that you’d be hopeless in that situation.

Chasity looks at Jessi, completely enraged. She quickly packs it in however, opting to keep her poker face.

Chasity Cage: Just sign the fucking contract.

Jessi smiles, before signing her name on the dotted line.

Jessi Ozborne And you wanna know the saddest part about that comparison? It’s that just like me from a year ago, you genuinely think that you’re in contr—

Just then, one of the ringpost pyro cannons go off, shooting a huge firework right up into the air! The loud sound catches Jessi off guard, staring up at the explosion and shaking as she sees it go off. With this, Chasity jumps into action, pouncing across the table and laying into her with a myriad of strikes. Jessi is defenseless, with Chasity getting her to her feet by the hair and yelling in her face! She hoists Ozborne up, before dropping her onto the table with a Powerbomb! She grabs the contract from the wreckage, along with a microphone, before signing her name on the dotted line as well. She leans over Jessi before leaving her with some choice words.

Chasity Cage: Who’s in control now?

Chasity throws the microphone and the contract down onto Jessi, standing over her and raising her hands in the air as the fans shower boos onto her and her music plays again.

Nick Hanson: What a despicable act by Chasity Cage!

Jim Reynolds: I’ve no idea what you mean, Nicky! Clearly, the pyro guys have been off their game lately! That’s no reason to demonize Chasity Cage!

Olivia Mayfaire Whatever the case may be, that right there could very easily become Jessi Ozborne’s fate next week at Cruel Summer!

Jim Reynolds: Good.
The camera opens up backstage on Trixie Decker, watching a monitor. She looks up in time to see Morganna Bilson approaching.

Morganna Bilson: “Trixie I know that you probably don’t really like me. But I still want to take this moment to thank you…”

Morganna extends her empty hand to show her sincerity towards Trixie. However, Trixie sizes the hand up, not taking it, but offers a smile to Morganna.

Trixie Decker: “Sorry. Survival instincts tell me to hear the rest of what you have to say before opening myself up to a quick attack… but seriously, I was just being a dork. I didn’t actually expect to be thanked. But, top notch job getting back at me later on.”

Morganna nods her head at Trixie as if she completely understands where she is coming from.

Morganna Bilson: “I think you and I can both agree on one thing. The two of us have to do whatever we can to prevent Johnny Towers from getting that belt. It’s gotta be either you or me that walks away with it. So do you have any ideas of how we make that a reality?”

Morganna looks at Trixie as she awaits her answer. With a look of hope slowly comes across her face, thinking that Trixie might think the same way. Trixie thinks on this a moment.

Trixie Decker: “If I was smarter, I’d probably make this a head game and trick you into something, but I don’t like lying to people. I get that there’s beef between you, too. And honestly? I didn’t like that he tried to really injure you. I’ve had too many people in too many feds try that to me. I’ll promise you this. A clean fight - as clean as an electrocution style match can be, anyway. No sneak attacks or that shit. We fight. If there’s an opening for us both to put Towers down, I will happily take it with you.”

Trixie steps closer.

Trixie Decker: “But I respect you a little too much to tell you I’m not in this for selfish reasons. I care about the strap leaving on my waist. Period. You taking it is just as bad as him doing so. Sorry, I just don’t want to lead you on or give you a false promise.”

Trixie offers her hand.

Trixie Decker: “I respect you as a fighter too much to bullshit you.”

Morganna looks at Trixie’s hand. It wasn’t exactly what she was hoping for, but it was honest. The camera fades out on the two shaking hands.
Collision returns from a brief break to find Zoey Madigan-Star standing in the middle of the right, right where she promised she would be. And from the looks of the purple smoke drifting out of the ring from just above the canvas, she clearly just popped in for this chat. Still wearing the mask as a result of her injuries thanks to Coco St. Cloud, she brings up the microphone in her hand and turns to face the entranceway.

Zoey Madigan-Star?: Cocooooo! Time is up, sweet-cheeks! You know why I’m here and what I want, so spare yourself making things worse and saunter your bony hips down to this ring!

Folding her arms across her chest, the masked woman stares with a smirk already visible beneath the open parts of the mask.

Nick Hanson: It’s very unlike Coco to not at least snap back for someone trying to tell her what to do. I wonder what’s going on? Is she gonna come out here and give Zoey what she’s demanding?

Jim Reynolds: First of all, you don’t know if that’s Zoey or not with that mask! Secondly, apologize for what?! Zoey ruined a priceless dress! She should have been on her knees before Coco!

Olivia Mayfaire: If you really believe that, Jim, then you really have no idea.

Jim Reynolds: It’s clear as day!

Microphone twirling, foot tapping, and Zoey looks very condescendingly at her non-existent watch. After a minute, and with the fans booing the lack of Coco, Zoey finally shrugs and throws up her hands.

Zoey Madigan-Star?: Can’t say I didn’t try, but now things are gonna get messy, Coco! You think your ratty little dress was as bad as it could get? Oh, you sweet summer child, you have no-

The fans start going off in the middle of Zoey’s message, though, and the reason why is quickly apparent! Coco St. Cloud, joined by Azurine Vebbins, both enter through the crowd and vault the railing, sliding into the ring and attacking Zoey from behind! The masked woman never sees it coming as Azzy crashes into her, knocking her to the canvas whereupon a kendo stick-wielding Coco starts laying into the masked woman while Azzy kicks and stomps! It’s a two-pronged beatdown and the Tokyo fans aren’t digging it!

Jim Reynolds: Apology my ass! How’s this for sorry, Zoey?! Yes!

Nick Hanson: Oh, of course YOU would like this! Coco is really taking this “Hardcore Icon” crap too far now!

Jim Reynolds: Oh, but you’d be fine with Zoey trying to ruin Coco at Cruel Summer?! Hypocrite!

Olivia Mayfaire: Wait, hold up… do you… do you see that? Is it me, or is Zoey… laughing?!

It certainly seems that way, from how her shoulders shake. The microphone picks up a little of it, and for that matter, so does Coco. She drives a knee into the side of Zoey’s head ferociously in response and, holding her head up with the kendo stick against her throat and her knee in the masked woman’s back, she turns to Azzy and yells at her to “take that mask off” and “show the world her ugly face!”

Nick Hanson: Oh, come on, now! Seriously?!

Jim Reynolds: Show them what happens when you cross the Hardcore Icon!

It’s not a position Zoey can see her way out of, and Azzy happily taunts the woman before pulling off the mask, bit by bit…

Jim Reynolds: This is gonna be gr-

Olivia Mayfaire: Hold up!

Nick Hanson: That’s NOT Zoey! I told you, Jimmy! But who the hell is it?!

Jim Reynolds: What, you expect ME to know!

The woman looks a bit like Zoey, but mostly around the skin tone and dark hair. Her features are more slender, and there’s more of an auburn tone in her hair than the purple that Zoey likes in hers. The eyes are sharper, more intense, and the smile is definitely not as warm! In fact, it’s a bit sadistic!

Olivia Mayfaire: Wait, that’s Farrah Cornett!

Jim Reynolds: Who?!

Olivia Mayfaire: Zoey’s old tag team partner from back in LAW! Don’t even tell me you haven’t heard of the Boardwalk Angels!

Nick Hanson: But I thought they weren’t speaking anymore! Not after what went down in PWE before Zoey came here!

Olivia Mayfaire: Looks like they worked things out!

Coco, freaking out, shoves Farrah to the mat and demands that Azzy help her put the boots to the Hall of Famer and former World Tag Team Champion! But they barely get a couple shots in before the lights go out and there’s a loud boom! They come back on and Zoey is standing in the ring behind Coco and Azzy, without a mask!

Nick Hanson: She’s back!

Jim Reynolds: And she looks… wait… she looks almost like she did when she left! What the hell?!

Olivia Mayfaire: Did you EXPECT her to look like some Lovecraftian horror?! Pig!

Coco and Azzy realize too late what’s going on, and Zoey knocks Azzy down with a pump kick to the jaw, sending her sprawling to the canvas! Coco tries to beg off, but then brings up the kendo stick to take a swing! But Farrah grabs her ankle and trips her up, causing her to stumble right into a Seeing Stars from Zoey! Farrah gets back to her feet and together they toss Coco out of the ring alongside Azzy, with Tokyo erupting to see the Boardwalk Angels in the same ring once again!

Nick Hanson: This place is going crazy! And Coco is on her heels along with Azzy! Bet she’s regretting picking this fight now!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, well, it’s still one-on-one at Cruel Summer! No backup from Farrah on that night!

Olivia Mayfaire: Or Azzy, either!

Jim Reynolds: Coco would never!

Nick Hanson: And lest you forget, Jimmy, this is Zoey’s match type! The Boardwalk Brawl! Coco’s in dire straits and these people love it! Hell, so do I!

Miranda Lambert and Carrie Underwood’s “Somethin’ Bad” starts playing as Coco and Azzy back up the ramp, yelling threats to Zoey and Farrah in the ring! Farrah holds the ropes for them while Zoey stares them down with a smile… but Coco and Azzy keep right on going!

Nick Hanson: Well, we’ve had one hell of a show this evening, folks. We wanna thank you if you’re up back at homeside, watching us at such a late hour, or you could say early, even. We’d like to thank the folks here in Japan watching from their homes. If anyone here in the audience watches this back, we’d like to thank you for joining us in Korakuen Hall, this evening. Arigatou gozaimasu

Olivia Mayfiare: Yes! Thank you, so much! You guys are amazing! Dōmo arigatōgozaimasu! Anata wa mina subarashīdesu!

Nick Hanson: Olivia! Oh my!

Jim Reynolds: You speak Japanese?!

Olivia Mayfiare: Impressed?

Nick Hanson: Quite!

Jim Reynolds: Very much!

Nick Hanson: Well, we’ve got more coming up here, shortly but before we do, we have Amanda Thorn sitting backstage. She’ll be on satellite with Cass Baumer and Morgan Payne. Two former best friends that have had quite a falling out in recent weeks. Now, we know they’re going to be meeting at Cruel Summer but we’re going to try and get a bit of an insight as to what happened. How did this all come to be?

Jim Reynolds: I can tell you how.

Olivia Mayfiare: How about you say less and let’s take it over to Amanda? Hey girl! You’re on! What’s good?

In the heart of Korakuen Hall, Collision Interviewer Amanda Thorn is seen sitting on set with the Collision logo on the wall behind her. Her seat setup appears to be made up to look like the inside of the ring as the tattooed woman sits in her chair. She smiles with painted lips at the camera as she begins.

Amanda Thorn: Hey guys! How’s it going? We’re patching them in now. I think– yeah, there they are. Dudes and dudettes, I’m sitting here in Korakuen Hall. I’m being joined by Cass Baumer and Morgan Payne via satellite. Girls, let me start by thanking you both for taking the time for this interview. I know it’s the middle of the night back in the states. We’re sorry for that.

The shot periodically cuts between Amanda in her seat and a split screen with Cass Baumer and Morgan Payne.

On one side of the screen, Morgan is seen sitting in a black, leather chair. Viewers have seen this room before, in fact. They know it’s inside The Castle in Asheville, North Carolina. This time, there’s a black sheet up over the wall behind her, covering various objects. Morgan sits there in a simple black tank top with her glasses on and a Kingdom beanie over her head, looking hard into the camera without even a hint of a smile on her face.

On the other side, Cass stands on the sandy shores of Lighthouse Beach in Evanston, Illinois. The calming sound of Lake Michigan’s waves fills the background. Her espresso brown hair is styled in messy braided low pigtails that fall gently over her shoulders, shimmering under the sunlight. Dressed in a light pink t-shirt and worn denim shorts, she captures the face cam with a sleek dual-rotor mini drone that floats in front of her.

Amanda Thorn: To kick this off, let’s get down to brass tacks. You two used to be friends. The best of friends. You were thick as thieves. Up until last month when Cass, you and Morgan came out to confront Mistress Anya about an alleged bounty that was placed on both of your heads. Then, to the shock of the world, as we all saw, you attacked her. You attacked Morgan from behind and if I’m being honest, it looked like you tried to injure her intentionally. To this day, it feels like nobody has a clear idea of why. So, please tell the world: why did you attack Morgan Payne? Why did you betray a friend that you were so close with?

Cass takes a moment, a heavy sigh escaping her lips. She then locks eyes with her drone’s camera lens, her gaze earnest.

Cass Baumer: I’ll keep things simple, Thorn. It wasn’t a spur of the moment thing. It was premeditated. Planned. When I hit Morg with that chair and tried to rip her knee ligament clean off the bone, it was ‘cause I was tired of bein’ disrespected. I was tired of folks I barely even heard of tellin’ me I’m not relevant out of the blue. I was tired of feelin’ like for all I’ve done for Morgan’s Kingdom, I’m just a nuisance to them.

The pigtailed New Zealander takes a pause for just a second. Morgan furrows her brow and she half cocks her head. Her mouth opens to say something but she stops herself to let Cass finish.

Cass Baumer: I know how it sounds — good girl goes bad ‘cause she didn’t feel appreciated, but what else was I supposed to do…? Settle for mediocrity ‘til the NFW contract runs out…? Besides, I’ve always been bad.

Amanda listens to Cass’ response before adjusting her attention on the screen towards Morgan.

Amanda Thorn: Morgan, you heard it as we all did. Cass feels disrespected and as though she’s been treated as a nuisance. What do you have to say in response?

Morgan Payne: My “response”? Bitch, you–

Morgan stops herself, closes her eyes and rests her head against her hands which are placed, palms flat, against each other. She takes a deep breath, lifts her attention back up and exhales.

Morgan Payne: Cass, I wanna ask you something. Couple o’things, actually. And I want’chu t’be real honest wif me. Think ya can manage dat?

She actually pauses and watches the screen. Waiting. Without a word, Cass nods with a stern expression.

Morgan Payne: All tha times people toldju dat you ain’t shit. All tha times dat people said you wasn’t gonna get anywhere. Who toldju otherwise? Who was tha one toldju to brush dat shit ahff and not listen to ‘em? Who? Tell me.

Not missing a beat, Cass answers with an ever so slight tremble to her voice.

Cass Baumer: You.

Morgan lifts her eyebrows and nods.

Morgan Payne: Me. Right. And who was it, despite any kinda shit you got from da rest o’tha Kingdom, dat told them give you time. Get t’know you. Toldju dat some o’them don’t give trust as easy as I do. Tell me. Who?

Cass Baumer: You. But—

Just as Cass’s voice elevates, Morgan interrupts.

Morgan Payne: Me. But’chu wanna sit there and say dat because of tha disrespect everyone else showed you. Because tha rest of Tha Kingdom didn’t line up behind me to embrace you wif open arms, dat’s why you turned your back on tha one person dat - no matter what, through thick and thin - actually gave a shit?

Cass Baumer: I thought you said this was a conversation. Feels like a lecture to me.

Morgan Payne: Oh nah, issa conversation, bet.

Morgan leans back in her chair and strums her fingers of one hand on the leather arm.

Morgan Payne: We here t’talk abaht why you threw away almost four years of friendship wif da one person who looked past alla your flaws and knew just how gahdamn good you are in tha ring. How you’re able t’get shit done when ya put ya mind to it. I know dat first hand. So cut tha shit and answer tha question: Why. Me?

Amanda sits quietly in her seat, almost tensely watching as the two go back and forth. On the screen, though, Cass's vibrant eyes darken with hurt and frustration. Her usually playful voice takes on a biting edge.

Cass Baumer: You didn’t help me, okay?! You act like you’re this beacon of friendship, this pillar of goodness when you’ve done jack shit! Jasmine blocked me for a dumb reason I can’t even remember. Marilyn doesn’t even acknowledge I exist, except when she wants to berate me. Abi- Serenity went at me about a month ago about how I’ll never learn my lesson, how I’ll always be the same as I’ve always been. Moe acted like me questioning what happened during her absence was the greatest sin of all time, when I was really trying to help. These things kept on happening. Not just in the last month — for four goddamn years. Your best answer to it was always that I oughta ignore it. Ignore them treatin’ me like garbage when I was tryna be a good ally. Ignore the flashbacks to— …

Morgan runs her hands down her face, wanting desperately to say something but she remains silent as she lifts her eyes back to the camera. Amanda, meanwhile, sips from a straw in a cup, continuing to pay attention, clearly getting more invested in this. Cass's anger melts into sadness. She casts her gaze to the sand beneath her flip flops, while the gentle, calming waves of Lake Michigan lap softly at her back.

Cass Baumer: Do you remember the assholes from Ireland around the time when we first met? I tried to be good. I praised them nonstop, the same as I did for The Kingdom, and it was you who helped me get out from under their thumb. It was you who made me realize that I deserved more than that, Morgan. And now that I’ve figured it out again, you’re pissed ‘cause you were on the other side.

Morgan Payne: Yeah, I remember them. I remember alla tha shit they gave you and yanno what else I remember? Even then, I was tha one who stuck by you through alla it. When you left them, I went wif you. I saw everything you did. I saw how manipulative they were. I saw tha narcissistic bullshit they tried t’gaslight people wif. You ain’t gotta remind me o’dat. I was there!

Morgan jams her finger against the arm of her chair, becoming more animated, her anger starting to rise.

Morgan Payne: I was fuckin’ there, Cass! Just like I was when Tha Kingdom spoke their own mind, about’chu. But yanno what? It wasn’t alla them. What did Lily ever do? What did River ever do? Lluvia? Shit, you wanna talk abaht tha ones who did, a’ight bet. Let’s start wif Abi and Mary. Far as Mary’s concerned? She ain’t toldju anything I haven’t. I’ll admit, she ain’t as tactful as I was abaht it. I tried t’tell you in a more constructive way. Oh and you wanna talk abaht Jasmine? Why she blocked you? Let’s take a trip dahn memory lane, Cass, when you and…

Morgan pauses for a second, considering something, before continuing.

Morgan Payne: ...we’ll call ‘em a once mutual friend, decided to get a prod up they ass and devalidate everything Jasmine’s done as an athlete in dis industry. And you was right there wif ‘em, playin’ yes girl for whatever fuckin’ reason I can’t fathom. Other than, now I realize, you prolly think you can gain somethin’ from it and it’s only a matter of time before they outlive their usefulness to you and you stab them in the back, too. Cuz dat’s what you do, right? You cling to people and act like their friend for as long as you can. Then you make your move. People ain’t perfect, Cass. You ain’t gonna get along wif everybody. Yanno how many people talk shit abaht me? Yanno how many people say I ain’t worth a fuck in dis sport? Ahnno ya do, cuz we’ve talked abaht it. But here I am, still. I brushed it all ahff and I did tha damn thing. Dat’s all I was trynna get’chu to do.

It’s at this point that Amanda speaks back up, setting her cup down.

Amanda Thorn: I’m sorry to interrupt, but we have a lot of topics within to cover. I can tell both of you are super passionate about your feelings on things. So, alright, you know I like to ask the tough questions. Stir the pot up a little bit. I mean no offense to anyone here, but I’ve gotta ask: Morgan, we saw a few days ago, Cass approached your father, wrestling legend Andrew Payne, regarding - basically - your upbringing, which lead into his role as a father to your brother. What do you have to say to that, now that you’re able to more or less look Cass directly in the eye?

Morgan grabs a pack of Newports off of the side table beside her chair and picks one from the pack. She starts tapping the filter on the back of her hand, staring down at it before just her eyes lift towards the camera.

Morgan Payne: I’mma say it like dis, Cass. You got some fuckin’ guts bringin’ my family into dis. As someone who likes t’talk abaht how much you cherish being part of a family, you wanna sit there after stokin’ fires and add gasoline to it by bringin’ up someone else’s? Lemme tell you somethin’ abaht my old man, a’ight?

She pops the filtered end of the cigarette into her mouth, flicks the wheel on her zippo to ignite the flame, lights the other end of her cigarette and snaps the zippo closed. Morgan leans back in her chair with a big drag before taking the cigarette out and exhales the smoke through her nose.

Morgan Payne: I was raised, basically, in a single parent household. My birth mother, at tha time, wasn’t ready t’be a mother. She wanted nothin’ t’do wif me. So we thought. She was a scared teenager who didn’t know jack or shit abaht bein’ a parent. My pops didn’t but yanno what? He stepped up t’tha task. A nineteen year old kid wif a lil baby girl dropped in his lap. He coulda done tha same as his girlfriend and just left me. Had me put in tha adoption system n’at. But yanno what? He didn’t do dat. My dad stepped up and he took responsibility as a parent. As a father. My father!

Morgan’s voice cracks a little and, rather than anger, we see her eyes watering as she looks directly at Cass on her side of the screen.

Morgan Payne: He raised me by himself. Sure, he had friends o’tha family here an’ there t’help him, but he made dat decision ahn his own and yanno what? I wouldn’t ask for another father if I could.

She takes a drag from her cigarette, now held in a shaky hand. She sniffles softly, wiping eyes with the back of her hand and her thumb.

Morgan Payne: So nah, Cass. You ain’t gonna sit there behind safety of a computer screen or on a phone and talk shit abaht my family. You got beef wif me for some reason? A’ight bet. But’chu ain’t gonna bring my dad into dis. You ain’t gonna bring my stepmom into dis. You gahdamn sure ain’t gonna bring my baby brother into dis. Cass, on god, what tha hell is wrong wit’chu?

She sits there, actually expecting an answer, it seems as she watches her former friend, still shaking in her cigarette hand. Cass's steely facade momentarily breaks, revealing a fleeting flash of sadness. It's subtle.

Cass Baumer: Next question, Amanda.

Morgan shakes her head, almost in disbelief and leans back in her chair. Amanda, too, has a hint of sadness in her eyes for a moment before she is given an offscreen cue and addresses her interviewees together, clearing her throat.

Amanda Thorn: Sorry, ladies. I get you’re both passionate about the subject here, but I feel like we’re pressed for time. We’re gonna take a short break, we’ll pick back up momentarily.

Morgan just motions with her hand, half dismissively, not even looking at the camera at this point as she rests her mouth against her fist. Another tear creeping down her cheek. Baumer sighs and flexes her shoulders, waiting for whatever happens next. Amanda looks at the center of the camera, addressing the commentary team.

Amanda Thorn: Nick, Jim, Olivia. Back to you.

Nick Hanson: Thank you, Amanda. We’ll pick back up later after this next match.
We cut backstage to find Marilyn Matthews in her regular street clothes. She is smirking into the camera. With a little nod, she starts speaking.

Marilyn Matthews: This shit with this delusional freak. She’s come out thinking she has what it takes. That she has the ability to take me out, well, she’s gonna learn that the only way she has a chance is by sneak attacking me.

Mary chuckles.

Marilyn Matthews: One on one, face to face, this bitch stands no chance. I have been in some of the most violent matches in NFW history. I’m the only person in this company to be a three-time world champion. I hold the longest single reign in this company for any title. Anyone with half a brain would realize the Everest in front of them that I am. But this bitch is obviously brain-dead.

Mary rolls her eyes and gives and exasperated sigh.

Marilyn Matthews: I get it, VixSin, I do. You like to think you are some kind of zombie. That you are some undead thing. Well, lucky for me to win this match I have to lock you in a box and set it on fire. A surefire way to make sure you stay down for good. I’d apologize for it, but we both know I’d be lyin.

Mary claps her hands together and smiles.

Marilyn Matthews: THere is nothing left to say except this. I’ll see you next week. Make sure whatever affairs you have are in order. Because you will be learning why I am not one to fuck with. Guess I have to teach people like you the hard way. Toodles.

Mary gives a playful wave and a wink. She then walks out of frame.
Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re back and preparing for our Main Event where we’ll see Austin Ramsey take on El Toro Violento in what’s sure to be a hard hitting, physical contest but first, let’s take it backstage with our satellite feed. Amanda Thorn is standing by still with Cass Baumer and Morgan Payne.

Jim Reynolds: Let’s see what kind of excuses Payne has on why she sucked as a friend.

Olivia Mayfiare: How about an actual good reason as to why Cass Baumer stabbed her in the back?

Nick Hanson: Ahem! Amanda, we’re back to you.

Again, we’re brought to Amanda Thorn in the interview section of Korakuen Hall with Baumer and Payne on satellite. Everyone’s back in their seats and ready to continue.

Amanda Thorn: Thank you, Nick! Alright, ladies. Hopefully everyone has cooler heads, let’s try to get things back on topic. You went into a little bit of your personal history that lead up to this incident. You’ve both plead your cases. Cass, I wanna focus on another question that’s been tugging at everyone’s minds. How does Mistress Anya factor into all of this? For weeks, everyone was under the impression that both you and Morgan were the target of a hitman or hitwoman whom appeared to be personally hired by Anya, herself. In the end, it all turned out to be you, despite it appearing as though you’d been attacked yourself. So, that was a staged attack? Why?

Once again, Morgan is seen in her chair. However, this time, she has her phone in her hand and appears to be looking at something. Sternly. When she hears Amanda finish her question, she looks up into the camera, waiting to hear Cass’ answer. On Baumer's side, the shifting sun emphasizes the passage of time, casting a warmer glow against her tanned skin. Strands from her braided pigtails have come undone, and she's knotted her pink t-shirt into a makeshift crop top to try to combat the heat.

Cass Baumer: The bounty was real — or, as real as anything else Anya does. I wasn’t involved in that part. Though, when I realized the situation, I figured it’d be a perfect springboard to take advantage of the situation.

Morgan sets her phone down on the arm of the chair and presses her fingertips together, looking incredulously into the camera.

Morgan Payne: Hol’ up, so it was about money, too? Dat what’chu sayin’? You stab your best friend in the back and get’chu a lil payday? Dat’s right, cuz somehow, someway, “Cass Baumer ain’t makin’ enough already, workin’ for a worldwide known company.” Dat what’chu tellin’ me?

During the quotes, she waves her hands in front of her, before slapping her fist back into her palm.

Cass Baumer: Student loans.

Sweat glistens on Baumer’s defined abs, while a sly smirk briefly dances across her face.

Morgan Payne: Oh get fucked, Cass. A’ight? Get. Fucked. Bein’ a world class professional wrestler ain’t enough to pay your student loans on top of bills?

Cass Baumer: Oh, that’s right. You wouldn’t know anything about student loans, yeah? Daddy was a big-time wrestler too, so you didn’t wanna go to University like a real adult. You’d rather take the easy road.

Morgan Payne: Hey!

Morgan points a finger at the camera, while Cass tries to stifle a laugh.

Morgan Payne: Fuck you, Cass! Of all people, you should remember I went and got my education while I was wrestlin’ For This Company! I worked my ass off in tha ring. I went to my classes. The money I get paid from this company alone covered dat. So stop pullin’ my gahdamn leg. Anya got into your fuckin’ head, didn’t she? What else she promise you? She gonna let’chu lick her boots too?

Amanda puts both of her hands up, asking for calm between the two.

Amanda Thorn: Whoa, now. Guys, chill.

A brief silent pause comes before Amanda continues.

Amanda Thorn: Cass. Everyone wants to know, though. Are you in in cahoots with Mistress Anya?

Cass Baumer: Yeah, nah. If anything, I was takin’ advantage of her and she was takin’ advantage of me. And not in a kinky way.

Morgan Payne: Oh!

Morgan suddenly pipes up and rests her hand on her phone.

Morgan Payne: You mean like you tried takin’ advantage o’Chrissy fresh after Reckoning Day?

She says nothing further. Yet. Just lifts an eyebrow to see Cass’ reaction. Baumer bites her inner cheek, her eyes flickering with uncertainty as the beach breeze tousles her hair.

Cass Baumer: I thought-- She was free from Anya. I didn’t realise she was still goin’ through it! I flirted once, said she looked alright in a pic she posted, and then backed off when I realised she wasn’t into it.

Morgan Payne: Nah nah!

Morgan waves a finger at the camera and lifts up her phone as she begins to read.

Morgan Payne: And I quote: “you welcome t’test aht your newfound freedom on me.”

She slaps the phone down and looks hard into the camera again.

Morgan Payne: You jumped the day after Reckoning Day when she was fresh ahtta tha Hell dat Anya put her through. Trauma dat she’s still workin’ through!

Cass's stance hardens, her chin lifting defiantly. All the while, the gentle sea breeze keeps teasing her braided pigtails.

Cass Baumer: ... Like I said! I didn’t realize she was still goin’ through it. I’m no psychologist, alright?! She seemed like she was doin’ victory laps. Happy happy joy joy.

Morgan Payne: You ain’t realize she was still goin’ through it. A’ight, bet. Let’s move ahn, let’s talk abaht Moe. Ousside o’us, she told three people.

Morgan sticks up three fingers on her hand.

Morgan Payne: Three people, dat she was recoverin’ from a drug problem after she came back. Two o’them were her employers. Now, I ain’t tha smartest—

Baumer pipes up, intentionally dodging the accusation.

Cass Baumer: You can say that again! The last dude who talked about Moe’s drug problem on live TV got a broken arm, courtesy of Moe herself. You keep talkin’ about it, and she’s liable to break your arm next, eh?

Morgan’s eyes light up with an internal fire. The audience watching from the arena makes an audible gasp sound. Morgan slams her phone down on the arm of her chair with a loud smack.

Morgan Payne: Bitch! I trusted you with personal secrets for four gahdamn years! I went ahtta my damn way t’help you in any way I could, cuz we was friends! Damn near sisters! I financed tha openin’ o’your restaurant ahtta my own pocket on a grant, Cass. Not a loan, Cass. A grant!

Cass Baumer: What happened to that argument about how bein’ a big world-renown wrestler in a massive company paid enough? Are you suddenly realizing that stuff in the real world is… gasp!… expensive?!

Cass chuckles, knowing she’s taken back control. Morgan says nothing. She throws her hand up dismissively and sits back in her chair, looking away from the camera. The look on her face is a mix between angry and…downright hurt.

Cass Baumer: Hey. So speakin’ of secrets. I was wondering. How’s that high school coach of yours doing? You call him lately?

There’s a confusion in the air. From all but Morgan as her eyes widen and she looks back into the camera. The hand she was resting on her chin now clenches into a tight fist as she looks into the camera with a look of murder. Baumer, on the other hand, wears a look of smug satisfaction.

Morgan Payne: ..What’d you say?

Sensing something about Cass’ words and Morgan’s reaction, Amanda straightens in her chair and clears her throat.

Amanda Thorn: Whoa, alright, alright. Let’s not get off track again, guys. Come on. Let’s move on. You girls got a big match coming up next week in Okinawa at Cruel Summer. Does all of this get settled there?

Morgan Payne: Oh, it’s gonna get settled a’ight!

Morgan looks like she could literally kill now as she leans forward in her chair.

Morgan Payne: You wanna drag dat up, Cass?! I’mma drag your ass all through tha fuckin’ beach at Cruel Summer! You wanna make dis ugly? We can make it real fuckin’ ugly then. You wanna be a bad bitch? You wanna show errybody how tough Cass Baumer is?!

Cass Baumer: Mhm. Get to the point.

Morgan Payne: A’ight bet. We both got our history in Japan. We know how dis song an’ dance goes. Let’s do it right!

Morgan clenches her fists and brings her hands up, backs facing the camera.

Morgan Payne: Bangkok Rules. Hands wrapped up, dipped in glass.

She brings her hands down with a slap to her thighs.

Morgan Payne: Fuck it, while we’re at it. Why don’t we surround tha ring wif barbwire?

Amanda swallows nervously, looking between the two screens.

Amanda Thorn: So a Bangkok Rules match in Okina–

Morgan sticks a hand up to cut them off, continuing.

Morgan Payne: Nah nah, I ain’t finished. You been talkin’ alotta shit since you showed your true colors, Cass. You been takin’ pot shots from a distance. You been runnin’ from me cuz you know what tha fuck I’m capable of when pushed. Well you ain’t runnin’ no more! You want me in tha ring? You wanna be tha Ace? Bangkok Rules. Barbwire ropes…and a cell surroundin’ tha ring. Ain’t neither of us gettin’ away from each other! Bangkok Prison, bitch! What’chu think? You a tough gal? Huh?

As the sun climbs higher, a hint of unease flickers across Cass's face. The turquoise waters surge with intensity, the waves growing to a fervor as Baumer glares at Morgan Payne through the drone’s lens.

Cass Baumer: ... Alright.

Morgan Payne: A’ight? Dat’s it? Dat’s all you got? Where’s your fire Cass? Where’s dat bad bitch at dat said she wanted t’be number one? Where’s dat bad bitch dat I came to when NFW went t’war wif Zion and walked into Ultimate Battleground at?! Huh?! Where’s she at?! Did she disappear wif yer spine and loyalty?! Huh?! WHERE THA FUCK IS SHE?!

Baumer clenches her jaw, visibly impacted by Morgan's words. More droplets of sweat trace paths down her wiry arms.

Cass Baumer: Look. She’s right here.

It almost sounds like she’s talking to herself instead of Morgan.

Cass Baumer: And I didn’t do all this so I could just back out when things got tough, aye? I know where I belong. And I ain’t stoppin’ ‘til all of NFW know I’ve earned the title of #YoAce. It doesn’t matter how violent things gotta get. It doesn’t matter how many stips you’ve gotta tack on to sate that twisted bloodlust you’ve got deep inside, Morgan. My name’s Cass Baumer, and I ain’t lettin’ ya walk out of Cruel Summer.

Morgan shoots forward out of her chair, leaning into the lens with a snarl.

Morgan Payne: Cass, you already know how dis goes. Ain’t neither of us walkin’ ahtta dat fuckin’ cage. They’re gonna hafta carry whatever’s left of us ahtta there. You wanna talk abaht me battlin’ my own self made demons? You’re abaht t’come face t’face wif one o’your own fuckin’ makin’.

Morgan snarls angrily and palms the lens of her camera in her hand and her side of the feed cuts out. Baumer leaves the call a second later. Amanda Thorn is left sitting in the interview room, wide eyed with her mouth frozen in a silent “oooh” as she shifts her eyes to the main camera.

Amanda Thorn: Umm…well…thanks for your time, ladies! If you’re watching still, that is. Nick, Jim, Olivia, back to you.

The camera jumps back to ringside where the commentary team sit in silent tension at how things just escalated.

Jim Reynolds: Well, that–

Olivia Mayfiare: Don’t say it, Jim. …Jesus Christ.

Nick Hanson: We apologize for any offense from some of the language, ladies and gentlemen, but there you have it. Cass Baumer and Morgan Payne will, indeed, attempt to settle their animosity towards each other in, I suppose what’s called a Bangkok Prison Match. We’ll uhh…we’ll take a short break and be right back with our Main Event!