Post by Jessica Morian, Collision GM on Sept 12, 2023 1:17:28 GMT -8
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OPENING CONTEST/Singles
ELIJAH COPELAND VS. JOHNNY TOWERS
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Elijah and Johnny step out and Elijah belts Johnny in the face. Johnny’s head spins from the surprise impact and he steps back to right himself. Elijah’s arms extend out and Johnny accepts the invitation by belting Elijah right back. Elijah recoils from the impact and Johnny nods as if everyone knew how that would go. The two start trading until Johnny gives him an ultra stiff headbutt. Elijah staggers back onto one knee and Johnny catches him standing back up with a discus lariat that puts Elijah flat on his back. Johnny covers.
ONE!
TWO!
ELIJAH KICKS OUT!
TWO!
ELIJAH KICKS OUT!
Johnny tries to mount Elijah and gets rolled into a cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
JOHNNY ANGRILY KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JOHNNY ANGRILY KICKS OUT!
The two get to their feet and Elijah gets a springboard spinning wheel kick to the back of Johnny’s head. Johnny falls to all fours. Elijah catches him for the Berzerker Drop. He covers.
ONE!
TWO!
JOHNNY KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JOHNNY KICKS OUT!
Elijah tries to get Johnny into a backslide but Johnny flips over and hits another discus lariat. Elijah staggers up and Johnny hits a pop-up Europ[ean uppercut. Elijah hits the mat hard and Johnny covers.
ONE!
TWO!
ELIJAH GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
ELIJAH GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Johnny pulls Elijah up and gets pulled into a cradle again. Johnny elbows Elijah in the balls and then rolls away with a sick grin on his face. Elijah stands up grimacing and obviously angered at the low blow. Johnny goes to kick him there again but Elijah catches the foot and reverses into Head Trauma. Elijah covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…Elijah Copeland!
Nick Hanson: A new, vicious side of Elijah Copeland, folks!
Jim Reynolds: I’m loving it! See?! A little extra violence goes a long way!
Olivia Mayfaire: Gonna have to start keeping an eye on this one!
Winner: Elijah Copeland
Result: Pinfall (Head Trauma)
Result: Pinfall (Head Trauma)
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Jessi Ozborne: ...I mean, I know this match is something I’ve been asking for all this time, but I didn’t think I’d actually get it. I still can’t believe it.
Jordan Majors: Yeah, yeah. Another big one for you. They sure seem to line up. Right in a row…
Jordan gestures with her hand as if she is lining items up right in front of her and then looks over at Jessi and forces a smile.
Jordan Majors: Sorry. I’m ha-... I’m excited for your opportunity. I’m just seriously frustrated about how this tournament is going for me. For whatever reason, I just keep coming up short when I’m on my own here.
Jessi’s good mood seems to shift seeing her best friend this way. She shifts her focus, remaining surprisingly silent as she tries to find the right thing to tell her.
Jessi Ozborne: ...Well look…it happens to the best of us, right? I mean, think of it this way, it’s only the first week. You’ve got so much time to turn things around, y’know? And I mean, if you can’t do that against a dickhead like Baumer? I’m gonna be a little disappointed, not gonna lie.
Jessi tries to laugh that last line off. Not so much because she isn’t joking, but in the hopes that it doesn’t look like she isn’t joking. Jordan doesn’t seem impressed by the joke as she crosses her arms and stares at Jessi.
Jordan Majors: What are you getting at? What if she beats me? Then what? I mean, nothing would surprise me here. I’d imagine you could sneeze your way back to an opportunity. If not here, maybe the next place that signs you because you’re literally like God’s gift to wrestling right now. I mean…
Jordan stops herself as she sees the expression on Jessi’s face and shakes her head.
Jordan Majors: Sorry, Jess. I’m really just down about this whole thing. Ignore me. I’m glad you’ve accomplished so much. It just feels so much easier for you. Like I’ve got to run through brick walls and you’re just kicking in flimsy doors. I know it’s not like that. It’s just how it feels. But… you’ve got this. This is your time. You are meant for this moment here.
Jessi stares wide-eyed at Jordan, surprised by the sudden perceived hostility. She relaxes however, trying at least to be helpful. She puts a hand on Jordan’s shoulder before speaking to her.
Jessi Ozborne: This is your time, too. Our time. We’re in this together. Always. I mean that. Like, just imagine it. You win the VBMT, I win the World Championship, and then we end this year the same way we started it: Us against each other, two of the best to ever do it!
Jordan eases up with the compliment and nods. She puts her arm around Jessi and manages a smile. She leans against Jessi and then looks at her.
Jordan Majors: That confidence means a lot. I hope that’s what happens. A match against my best friend with both of us fighting at our best. Like, imagine me winning the VBMT. Especially from this position? Girl… we’d have to throw such a big party. Drinks. Throwing darts at Cass Baumer posters. Diving through tables. All of the fun stuff.
Jessi Ozborne: Aw, dude. We gon’ be having A LOT of reasons to celebrate. I mean, after Toronto, and after the VBMT? Imagine how wild the celebration’ll be when I win the NFW AND ZIon World—
Jessi quickly stops herself, her eyes once again going wide as she turns to Jordan. She sees the look on Jordan’s face slowly turn, as she quickly attempts to correct herself.
Jessi Ozborne: Nah, wait, I meant “if”. I meant like IF I win—
Jordan stares a hole through Jessi with a furious glare. She steps toward Jessi for a moment and then stops herself short.
Jordan Majors: Nah… you said what you said. What you meant. What you want.
Jordan looks down between them and back at Jessi. She scoffs and then shakes her head as she looks at her best friend.
Jordan Majors: You know what?
Jordan turns and storms out of the frame as she continues to shake her head. Fuming with every step. Jessi looks to the ground, rubbing her temples before letting out a single word to herself.
Jessi Ozborne: ...shit…
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Match #2/Singles
RIVER CHANCE VS. DANE PRESTON
~DING DING DING~
Dane Preston and River Chance stood in the center of the ring as the bell sounded to get everything started. Before doing anything, River extended her hand to Dane as a show of respect, and he looked at her for a moment before reaching out to shake her hand in good sportsmanship. When that had concluded, the two almost immediately locked up in a battle of power and wills for control. After a few seconds, Dane was able to catch River in a side headlock. He went to whip her into the corner, but she was able to counter, sending him crashing into turnbuckles instead. Chance ran towards the corner, looking to nail Preston with a corner splash, but the man was quick on his feet and rolled out of the way, causing the woman to slam into the corner. It was clear that the duo were somewhat evenly matched despite the obvious height and weight difference between them, both thinking quick on their feet against one another. The two stared each other down for a few moments, each trying to figure out their next step. River ran towards Dane, looking for a discus lariat, but before she could connect, he caught her with a hard overhead belly to belly release suplex, sending her across the ring! She got back to her feet, a determined look on her face as she went after him again, nailing him with a vicious clothesline. The clothesline sent Preston stumbling back, and Chance took advantage of the unsteadiness by scooping him up for a beautiful powerbomb.
The move didn’t keep Dane down for long, though, much to River’s frustration. She ran towards him again, looking to try and nail him with a discus lariat. This time, she was able to connect with the move, seemingly trying to take Preston’s head off with it! With having a slight upper hand, Chance was able to hit Preston with a standing leg drop before getting back to her feet, moving to pull him up as well. Successful in her attempt, she whipped him into the ropes, but as he came back at her, he avoided her attempt at a clothesline, ducking underneath it. Bouncing off of the ropes again, Dane came back at River once more, this time catching her with a Lou Thesz Press when she turned around towards him. The duo crashed to the mat, River back first, and Dane raining down punches on her. Managing to block some of the hits, she got her feet against his abdomen and sent him flying off of her before trying to get back to a standing position. As she was getting up, River was met with a running knee strike from Dane, sending her crumbling to the mat again. With her down on the mat, he saw an opening to put an end to the match. Launching himself off of the ropes, Preston came back at the laid out Chance, executing a beautiful Redline before covering her for the pin.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE…!!!
~DING DING DING~
TWO…
THREE…!!!
~DING DING DING~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…Dane Preston!
Nick Hanson: Ever the perseverent one is Dane Preston!
Olivia Mayfaire: Speed bumps and road blocks but he just never quits!
Winner: Dane Preston
Result: Pinfall (Redline)
Result: Pinfall (Redline)
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Darlyn Fajardo: The following tag team contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, representing The Kingdom! “The Deranged Digital Duchess” Marilyn Matthews and “The McKeesport Mauler” Morgan Payne. THE REGULATORS!
During the announcement, Mary and Morgan make their way down to the ring where they climb the turnbuckles and throw up The Kingdom fist. The two climb down into the ring and each grab a mic before coming to the center and raise the fist again, this time touching them together as the music fades and the lights return to normal.
Morgan Payne: CHICAGOOOOOOOOO!!!! WHATCHINZ UP TO?!
Crowd: WHATCHINZ UP TO?!
Marilyn Matthews: That’s right, the Regulators are back in action! And like always, when we’re out here we constantly prove why we are the best. We are the best ever World Champions NFW has ever had. Ain’t that right, Morg?.
Morgan Payne: Eyy, you know it! An’ shit. If I have it my way, I’ma make a repeat in history and by tha end o’dis year, I’ll be two timin’ in dis bitch!
There’s a pop from the crowd as Morgan throws up two fingers, clearly referencing this year’s VBMT and Wrestle War.
Morgan Payne: Nah but dat’s there and then. We got another focus tonight. Tell ‘em whassup, Boo!
Amped up and ready, as Morgan paces around, she shamelessly gives Mary a smack on the ass, right there in the ring. Mary laughs and shakes her head at the smack.
Marilyn Matthews: Look, Astro Creeps, we get it. You’re spooky and scary. One of you is built like a brick shithouse.
Mary pauses as the crowd laughs.
Marilyn Matthews: Don’t matter. We’ve both faced bigger and scarier. What does that mean for you two? Well, that just means that we’re gonna whip you silly, then fuck you stupid.
Morgan’s about to say something else but she stops on that last remark and makes a cringe face, looking at Mary.Mary looks at her curiously.
Marilyn Matthews: What? They’re just a couple of fontenella fuckin’ babay head fucks.
Morgan Payne: Nah, ahnno dat, I just think you got dat last part on tha end a lil ahff but I digress! There’s young ears present!
Morgan briefly drops the mic from her mouth and leans in, whispering something in Mary’s ear. Mary looks to Morgan and raises her brows. Just as quickly then, she brings the mic back up and continues.
Morgan Payne: But nah, real talk? Iss abaht time tha tag team division got a lil, how ya wanna call it, shake up. See, ahnno one thing me an’ Boo got in common is much as we dahn wif whuppin’ ass solo? We fucks wif tha tag scene and let’s be real wtchinz. No disrespect to teams like tha Emperor Aces an’ tha Cortez boys.
She looks back at Mary and nods.
Morgan Payne: An’ Cornbread. Them too, them too. But who else is there?
Morgan looks around at the audience, shrugging her empty hand up, looking for an answer.
Morgan Payne: Yeah, dat’s what I thought. Ain’t nobody! HOWEVER, COMMA!
She shoots her index finger up to a pop from another catch phrase.
Morgan Payne: Dat changes tonight, cuz Vlad Memorial and Wrestle War or not? We in dis bitch now. Ahnno Boo’d love t’add “NFW Tag Team Champion” onto her resume an’ as for me? Psssh, shit. Lemme just say “Grand Slam Champion” would look pretty gahdamn on mine. But we know dat shit ain’t gonna happen overnight an’ we gotta start somewhere SO! Pisces! Kosnar! Line up behind dat freaky muh’fucker dat holds yinz leashes and step yo Astro Creepy ass aht here cuz tonight, we ‘bout t’regulate!
Mary looked at Morgan and then out to the crowd.
Marilyn Matthews: I think Morg’s said just about everything left there is to say. This is our first step to the end that we now is coming. Now, it’s time for the Regulators to Mount Up!
The crowd says it in unison with Mary and Morgan. Mary tosses her mic out of the ring, waiting for their opponents to arrive.
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Match #3/Tag Team
THE REGULATORS VS. THE ASTRO CREEPS
~DING DING DING~
The bell rings and this match is underway with Marilyn Matthews of The Regulators and Pisces of The Astro Creeps starting things off. Mary and Pisces circle up in the ring, looking to lock up when Mary suddenly steps back and cups her hands around her mouth.
Marilyn Matthews: REGULATOOOOOOOOOOORS!!
Crowd: MOUNT UP!!
This sets Pisces off and she runs, screeching like a terrible fiend from a horror movie and lunging at Mary who moves out of the way, catches her by the head and runs her into the turnbuckle. Pisces turns around and Mary starts going to town with kicks to the cornered woman’s chest, just firing away. The referee calls for the break and Mary throws her hands up, backing away to obey the command. Pisces comes out of the corner and Mary goes right back on her, sending her into the ropes and catching her on the way back with an Armdrag back to the mat. Both women are up and Mary pulls Pisces right into a Northern Light Suplex with a bridge, planting her for the pin!
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT FROM PISCES!
TWO!
KICKOUT FROM PISCES!
Mary picks Pisces back up and goes for a Powerbomb but Pisces starts throwing punches down across her head, causing her to stagger. Mary holds on until Pisces starts scratching at her eyes with her nails and Mary finally drops her back down to her feet. Pisces grabs Mary by the hair and, despite the referee starting to warn her about it, runs to the ropes, kicks off and delivers a Tornado DDT, sending Mary head over heels and to the mat. Pisces hops up like a cat and back crawls to her corner where she tags in Kosnar. Her enormous tag partner steps over the top rope as Mary clears her eyes and looks up to suddenly see the monster standing in front of her. She quickly gets up and gets into a ready stance but hears Morgan Payne shouting from The Regulators corner with her hand out. Mary backs up and tags in Morgan who steps in and slaps her partner on the shoulder to assure she’s got this one. As Mary steps out onto the apron, Morgan leans back to her and the camera catches their voices as…
Morgan Payne: Yanno what they say, Boo: tha bigger they are!
Morgan takes off running across the ring and dives right into Kosnar with a big Shotgun Dropkick. Her feet connect with Kosnar’s chest and Morgan bounces off like she’s kicking a brick wall and hits the mat hard. A cut back to Mary shows the Deranged Digital Duchess cringing as she looks directly to the camera beside her on the apron.
Marilyn Matthews: The more bones they break…
Meanwhile, Kosnar goes for a big leg drop on the fallen Morgan but the Steel City Kaiju rolls out of the way as he comes thudding down to the mat. As Kosnar starts to rise, Morgan’s on him with hammering blows across the back of his shoulders and neck but the 6’10 behemoth explodes up to a vertical position, grabs Morgan literally by the head in a vice like grip and just rag dolls her across the ring into a neutral corner. Kosnar readies a charge and comes barreling in, pancaking Morgan against the turnbuckle, then grabs her wrist and sends her into the opposite corner with an Irish Whip so intense, her feet leave the mat on the initial impact. Kosnar comes charging in and looks to shoulder tackle Morgan in half but she manages to hop up onto the middle turnbuckle where Kosnar goes between her legs and eats the ring post. Morgan hops down behind him and pulls him into her arms. The crowd gasps in awe as she muscle of The Regulators lets out a guttural scream of exertion, jacking the 325 pounder off of his feet for an Olympic Suplex that shakes the ring! Morgan flips over onto him for a pinfall.
ONE!
TWO!
KOSNAR JUST THROWS HER OFF!
TWO!
KOSNAR JUST THROWS HER OFF!
Morgan gets up and comes in for a running Triangle Choke but Kosnar powers through the takedown and lifts her back up. Morgan looks across the ring at Mary with eyes wide as saucers. Mary’s expression mirrors it and Kosnar just Buckle Bombs Morgan into the Astro Creeps corner. Kosnar tags Pisces in and lifts Morgan up onto the turnbuckle before stepping out onto the apron. Pisces climbs the turnbuckle and takes Morgan down with a Frankensteiner. She crawls over for a cover.
ONE!
TWO!
SHOULDER UP BY MORGAN!
TWO!
SHOULDER UP BY MORGAN!
Pisces straddles Morgan and starts raining forearms on her head. Morgan covers up and Pisces grabs her by the hair, starting to drive her head into the mat over and over until the referee tries to stop her. Pisces gets up and shrieks in the referee’s face, causing her to stagger back. She turns her attention back to Morgan and hits the ropes for a Running Knee To The Face! Pisces pulls her up into a sitting position by the hair again, ignoring the referee’s count but by the time it gets to 4, she’s let go and is already going for an Ace Cutter but Morgan scouts it and shoves her into the ropes. Pisces bounces back. Morgan runs past her, hits the ropes and knocks Pisces inside out with “The Faded Line (Clothesline From Hell)”, taking both women down! Morgan rolls onto her back, looking over towards her corner to see Mary frantically asking for a tag. She starts crawling over as Pisces starts showing signs of life. Pisces sees Morgan crawling over and grabs her by the boot, trying to stop her but Morgan leaps forward and it’s a hot tag to Marilyn Matthews! Mary runs in, zips past Pisces and Basement Dropkicks Kosnar’s feet off of the apron, causing the man to fall down and eat the hardest part of the ring. Pisces runs in to catch Mary but she gives her the slip and Mary catches her by the arms from behind.
Crowd: EXECUTE ORDER 66!!
Tiger Suplex from Mary to Pisces, sends her closer to The Regulators corner. It also puts her right into the grasp of Morgan who hasn’t had the awareness to get out of the ring yet. Instinctively, Morgan lifts Pisces up into a Wheelbarrow Facebuster where Mary comes in and combos it with “Got ‘Em (RKO)!!!!” The referee starts to finally count for Morgan to get out and Mary pushes her partner under the bottom rope before helping her up and she tags Morgan right back in to reset the count. Mary gives the signal and climbs up to the top turnbuckle! Morgan steps back in and lifts Pisces up into a Vertebreaker! Mary dives off and comes crashing down onto Pisces with a Double Foot Stomp as the two spike her into the mat with “Kingdom Come!!!” Mary rolls through the landing, putting herself between the two and the Astro Creeps corner, acting as a barrier to prevent Kosnar from making an easy save as Morgan covers Pisces for the pinfall!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here are your winners! Morgan Payne and Marilyn Matthews…THE REGULATORS!
Nick Hanson: Well, what’s the verdict, Jim?
Jim Reynolds: Mmmh. I’m not sure how I feel about them these days, Nicky.
Olivia Mayfaire: Buff that! BEHOLD THE KINGDOM! I wanna see more of The Regulators together!
Nick Hanson: Well, you heard them earlier. We’ll be seeing a lot more of them as they’ve officially declared entry into the tag team division.
Jim Reynolds: Now wait a minute, Morgan Payne is still in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial!
Olivia Mayfaire: I see a woman with two hands, Jim.
Jim Reynolds: Inconceivable!
Nick Hanson: Cruel Summer’s over, Jim. You can drop the 80’s references.
Winners: The Regulators
Result: Pinfall (Kingdom Come)
Result: Pinfall (Kingdom Come)
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Devyn Mitchell: Ladies and gentlemen… please welcome my guest at this time… Killian Oliver.
The camera pans out a little to reveal Killian Oliver standing beside the interviewer with his arms folded across his chest.
Devyn Mitchell: Killian? Last week you were very vocal about your intentions here and you went ahead and called out all of--
Killian Oliver: Is this what all of you interviewers do? Just rehash what people said or did? I know what I said… because I was there. Get to the point.
Mitchell pauses and clears her throat as she attempts to recollect herself.
Devyn Mitchell: Okay. Well after calling out all of the champions on Collision, later that night… Jessi Ozborne was announced as the number one contender to Alastair Frost’s World Heavyweight Championship--
Killian Oliver: Let me guess? You want my thoughts on that, right? Well of course Queen Neapolitan was going to be handed an opportunity for the World title. And I know you’re probably thinking that she got it because of how talented she is in the ring, right?
The interviewer nods.
Killian Oliver: Wrong. It’s because she’s popular with the morons and neckbeards watching. I mean… just look at the facts… she’s in several different companies… she’s the leader of a group that has way too many members… and as a result of that? Merchandise sales are through the roof and so the pencil pushers see that and are all like, we’ll give her the opportunity! It’s literally the only reason why she’s held so many World titles at the age she is! Because the companies she works for know they can make more money off her because the idiots watching sit in their Mom’s basement simping over her!
Oliver shakes his head.
Killian Oliver: And she’s not the only one. The same goes for everyone else here. Me on the other hand? In my very first professional wrestling match for FCW? I became a champion. I showed EVERYONE that I was championship material without having to be the number one merch seller! Without having to go by some dumb ring name to make me seem more marketable! Without having to wear a stupid mask! Without being a second or third generational wrestler! I simply showed up and using my wrestling ability ALONE… proved I am good enough to be a champion! And the sooner that Bible basher of a General Manager realizes that? The better.
Mitchell nods awkwardly.
Devyn Mitchell: Well tonight you’re going up against El Toro Violento--
Killian Oliver: Ah yes, the big dumb bull who got up in my face a few weeks ago and once he realized I wasn’t intimidated by him, tucked his tail between his legs and got out of my face.
He chuckles.
Killian Oliver: I suppose this is the part where you ask me how I’m going to overcome someone who is bigger and stronger than me? Or perhaps you’re going to ask me what my strategy is? Or how I’m feeling about stepping into the ring with this wannabe Minotaur? Right?
The interviewer nods.
Killian Oliver: Well here’s what I have to say in response to those stupid questions!
Oliver glares into the camera and then turns back to Mitchell before letting out a chortle before shaking his head and simply just walking off camera, leaving the interviewer alone as we cut elsewhere.
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Match #4/Singles
KILLIAN OLIVER VS. EL TORO VIOLENTO
Nick Hanson: We’re… what?
Jim Reynolds: What’s going on?
Olivia Mayfaire: Our next match is…
The camera switches backstage where Killian Oliver is punching El Toro Violento in the face. The mask man drills Killian in the gut as Letty shouts instructions at the bull.
Nick Hanson: What the hell is going on?
Jim Reynolds: Looks like they didn’t want to wait!
Olivia Mayfaire: And everybody back there is losing their fucking minds!
Security and company officials try to step in as the two big men just pound away on each other. Killian nails the bull with a forearm shot and then smashes him into the wall, El Toreo’ shoulder causing the drywall to buckle from the impact, leaving a gaping hole in the wall. El Toro grabs Killian and runs him head first into the glass window nearby, shattering it to a million pieces and splitting Killian wide open.
Nick Hanson: Dear God! They’re destroying the place!
Jim Ryenolds: And it’s not slowing them down at all!
Olivia Mayfaire: The china shop is losing its ass on this one!
Killian shoves El Toro off of him and makes a move towards Letty. El Toro clocks him and security is forced to try and pull them away from each other. The two keep fighting until tasers are deployed. Security floods the area as officials declare the match thrown out before it’s even managed to enter, the crowd chanting on.
Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!
Nick Hanson: What… is it…?
Jim Reynolds: I have no idea and I think we better be ready to go just in case.
Olivia Mayfaire: Hopefully that won’t be necessary.
Winner: N/A
Result: No Contest
Result: No Contest
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Alastair Frost: The life of a champion is never dull, especially when the champion is the main title holder of the brand or company. I have been spending the past few weeks doing the promotional circuit while answering questions about Isis and why I brought her into the Nomad Charter of the Wolves of Odin. She is someone who is headstrong and proud, like any Wolf would be. In the ring, she holds many qualities that the Wolves of Odinn would look for. It does not hurt that she comes into the Wolves already having an understanding of our ways..
Alastair adjusts the title as he deals with several of the local talent that were on hand for Collision to work in various positions for the show. They were asking a lot of questions about in-ring stuff and what was expected of them and he reminded them that everything was discussed to them by the GM. Alastair didn’t mind taking the pictures some of the talent were asking for but there were some that had no clue what they were doing and he was beginning to get agitated. He began to send the people away from him before he went to find Trixie.
Alastair Frost: The Legacy of the Wolves are continuing on Collision as 2 of the 3 singles titles and the tag team titles are held by members of the MC. We may have lost our beloved leader but it doesn’t mean we can’t continue on her memory or legacy inside the ring. Anyone who is under the impression of us kissing ass can just go to the closest gutter and get shot like the lowlife enemies they are. Each of us have earned our place in the MC and in wrestling itself. We will not be denied our skills. Trixie has come a long way since she joined the Wolves and I have found a unit to call home in wrestling while I am on the road as have Thick Attack.
Alastair saw a straggler talent go by but said nothing as he put his sunglasses on and adjusted his wrestling gear.
Alastair Frost: The Kingdom have been around for a long time and at times have had an air of arrogance and holier then thou attitude. The Wolves are never that way. The life of the motorcycle has taught its members to respect people but if the respect isn’t reciprocated, why should one give it? I have learned a great deal during my time with the Marines. The Marine Corps holds honor, respect and if an officer is disrespectful; he or she is ostracized by all on base no matter what. Tonight the Kingdom will learn why it is never wise to mess with a Wolf, much less 2.
He placed the World title around his waist before he headed off and find Trixie so they could go over a few things before the match.
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Trixie: “Well, hello, NFW! How ya been? It’s me, your everlovin’ Perseverance champion! And tonight, I’m tag teaming with your World Champion, the lovable, huggable Alastair Frost!”
Trixie hops off the crate and slowly walks towards the camera, which pulls back in pace.
Trixie: “It’s absolutely perfect having these titles on the Wolves of Odin – even better that Alastair took the biggest belt. And Thicc Attack having the tag belts, its a lovely time to be Wolf.”
Trixie offers a toothy smile.
Trixie: “And a horrible time to be someone we hate. Speaking of hate--”
Trixie stops herself.
Trixie: “Naw, I don’t hate Lilith. I even attempted to be nice to her when she was really upset a while back. I’m sure she’s forgotten that because remembering it won’t ever benefit her, but it is what it is. I don’t actually hate her at all. She’s a solid fighter. A petulant child at times. And she’s tagging with someone who’s also a great fighter.”
Trixie lets out a long sigh and shrugs.
Trixie: “Honestly, it would be easier to shit talk them if I did hate ‘em, but the Kingdom are solid folks overall. Don’t get me wrong, I know Lilith will pull some glitter attack bullshit like she always does and people will act like it’s just her being silly and adorable instead you, y’know, underhanded and weird. But at least we know we’re getting a good fight tonight.”
Trixie stands closer to the camera.
Trixie: “But so will both of you. Just ‘cuz we have no ill will towards the Kingdom doesn’t mean we’re opposed to knocking you both around like you owe us money. I know you’ll bring your ‘A’ games tonight, ladies. Bring a first aid kit, too. You’re probably gonna need it.”
Trixie blows a kiss before heading out the curtain. The scene fades to black.
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MAIN EVENT/Tag Team
THE KINGDOM (Salvatore/Meadows) VS. THE WOLVES OF ODINN (Frost/Decker)
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Frost and Decker drop Meadows and Salvatore with dual clotheslines. Frost mounts Salvatore and looks for Black Ops. Decker goes to mouth Meadows and gets hooked herself in a rolling cradle that knocks Frost loose of Salvatore as they bounce off of them.
ONE!
TWO!
DECKER KICKS OUT!
TWO!
DECKER KICKS OUT!
Salvatore tries for an O’Connor roll.
ONE!
TWO!
FROST KICKS OUT!
TWO!
FROST KICKS OUT!
Salvatore is propelled into Meadows and bounces back into a wicked roundhouse kick from Frost. He grabs her and hits the Chill Touch.
ONE!
TWO!
MEADOWS MAKES THE SAVE!
TWO!
MEADOWS MAKES THE SAVE!
Decker pulls Meadows up and hits Chaos Theory.
ONE!
TWO!
SALVATORE BREAKS IT UP!
TWO!
SALVATORE BREAKS IT UP!
Frost and Decker start to take over on Meadows and Salvatore, Frost tackling Salvatore through the ropes to the floor. Decker goes for a big kick but Meadows ducks it and rolls her up from behind as she goes by.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Nick Hanson: Holy sh–!
Olivia Mayfaire: Say it, Nicky!
Lilith Meadows immediately rolls out of the ring as Alastair Frost backs off from his brawl with Lluvia Salvatore, hearing the bell, wondering what just happened.
Darlyn Fajardo: Here are your winners, Lluvia Salvatore and Lilith Meadows. The Kingdom!
Jim Reynolds: I don’t believe—!
Olivia Mayfaire: Lilith Meadows just pinned the Perseverance Champion, Trixie Decker!
Alastair grabs both championship belts and joins Trixie back in the ring as she gets up off the mat. She takes her title from him and hangs it over her shoulder as the referee raises Lilith and Lluvia’s arms out on the ramp. The two hug and Lilith proceeds to bounce up and down excitedly and waves “bye bye” to Trixie. The Perseverance Champion leans over the ropes and raises her title, beckoning the Faerie to come get it.
Nick Hanson: Trixie Decker and Lilith Meadows just may get themselves another play date! We’ll see you next week! So long, folks!
Winners: The Kingdom
Result: Pinfall (Rollup)
Result: Pinfall (Rollup)
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