Post by Jessica Morian, Collision GM on Nov 7, 2023 14:51:17 GMT -8
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“Raseri”: “How many stages of grief are there supposed to be? Five, right?”
The only thing that illuminated from the blackness of the tron’s screen was a dirty-ish white mask with blue and black painted eyes and a black, stitched, mouth.
“Raseri”: “Believe me when I tell you that I have gone through every single one over the past six months or so…”
The scene on the mask begins to expand and the camera widens. Revealing the full form of Shanna “Raseri” Mitchell. Dressed in all black. Blue dreads pulled into pig-tails and holding her mother’s oh-so-familiar bat.
“Raseri”: “It would be stupid of me to ask you if you know what pain is. I’ve watched some of your past tapes, so I already know you are. I also know that you know what grief and heartbreak and just all around feeling…. Lost.”
She begins to laugh in an odd manner. Almost… Maniacal.
“Raseri”: …That. That is a feeling… A fee–”
She stops and presses her middle and index fingers against her right temple while making a face with a mixture of anger, annoyance and… A touch of insanity.
“Raseri”: “That is a feeling that will fuck you up inside.”
She slumps her shoulders forward, lowers her head and lowers the bat, though still holds it in her dominant hand. She stands there as if silently searching for something.
Then suddenly, she perks up, lifts the bat above her shoulder and pauses…
“Raseri”: “Like my Mother before me… I will give you one war–”
She let out a creepy and maniacal scream/laugh before looking back at the camera with a Kubrick type of stare.
“Raseri”: “Oh… I did that at Funeral Derangements II.. Didn’t I, Dane?”
And the screen goes back to announcing the show…
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OPENING CONTEST/Singles
=NFW World Championship Contenders Tournament=
First Round Match
MYRIAD VS. VIXSIN
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
VixSin charges animalistically at Myriad. She launches herself at him and Myriad sways her away, spinning himself out of the way as he does so. VixSin crashes to the mat as the crowd gasps at what they just saw.
Crowd: OOOOOOOHHHH!!!
VixSin gets back to her feet and charges again, getting to Myriad in two steps and cracking him in the mouth with a running forearm shot. VixSin jumps at him for a Thesz Press. Myriad catches her and reverses into an overhead belly to belly suplex that launches the smaller competitor across the ring and into the corner. Myriad walks over and grabs VixSin by the throat, choking her down in the corner. The referee starts counting him down.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
TWO!
THREE!
FOUR!
Myriad releases his grip and grabs the referee by the throat. The referee starts warning him again and Myriad hoists him up. The referee calls for the disqualification as he crashes to the mat with a monstrous chokeslam.
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Security rushes in to keep Myriad and VixSin away from each other as she starts to go after him again. Trainers run in to tend to the referee while security separates the two combatants.
Darlyn Fajardo: @@here is your winner, as a result of a disqualification…VIXSIN!##
Winner: VixSin
Result: Disqualificaion
Result: Disqualificaion
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Darlyn Fajardo: Ladies and gentlemen, making her way to the ring from Bogota, Colombia, now residing in Detroit, Michigan, being accompanied to the ring by her husband Brayden Hilton… she is “La Coneja” SOFIA HILTON!
Sofia stops in the aisle and continues to shake her ass before she runs her hands through her hair and winks at the camera. She receives catcalls from the crowd but she blows them off walking her way to the ring. Brayden however does a marathon around the ring waving that Columbia flag as if he won the Olympics for that country. Sofia slowly enters the ring cracking a wicked grin as she watches her husband enter the ring. She takes the flag and begins to wave it proudly as she quickly calls for a microphone but is drowned out by the boos.
Sofia Hilton: You know, I honestly was going to come out here and speak to all of you people in Spanish. After all, we are in Venezuela. But, then again, I remembered it’s fucking Venzuela and you just aren’t worth it. It’s not like we are in my precious Bogota! And thus, English is all you get!
The crowd boos louder as Brayden shakes his head in disgust and looks at the crowd.
Brayden Hilton: Shut up! Can’t you see greatness is speaking?! Then again, you all don’t know greatness when it’s glaring at you in the face. Look at my wife, for example! Such a sexy specimen. She is UNDENIABLE! UNDEFEATED! AND UNBEATABLE! Show her some goddamn respect!
The crowd boos louder than before but she just smiles as she paces around the ring.
Sofia Hilton: Anyway, since coming to this company I have won every single match that I have been in. It is honestly hard being yours truly. I beat sorry-ass Azzy Vebbins and didn’t even break a sweat but I figured I would jump deeper into the waters. I want a real challenge and with WrestleWar around the corner I figured I should start making my own moves to cement my future. There has been one woman who has caught my attention.
Brayden Hilton: By “caught attention” we mean a woman who is just a small step of the type of people my wife has been in the ring with. Not much better but clearly a step in the right direction. Granted the woman my wife has her eyes on happens to be an absolute failure. A woman who is now on the active roster but did so much better when she was in the shadows.
Sofia Hilton: In the shadows of my mother-in-law portraying herself as a manager and trying to help sorry-ass Katie Anderson mean something. The woman in question believes in “magic tricks” but I know the whole world is still waiting to see her career “reappear” no hat required. Just show me something, anything! The same failure who couldn’t beat Lana and perhaps she should have let mother dearest get involved because she would be champion right now.
Brayden Hilton: Without further ado, are you all ready to see an illusion?! Give it up for the woman who got carried by the likes of Farrah, Stacy, Courtney, Crystal, and whoever was in the God-awful stable. Give it up for the one and only Zoey…. yeah, that’s all you get. There’s no star here.
Sofia smirks.
Sofia Hilton: Come on down… this is the part where you can bring your old sorry ass out to the ring. Come face to face with a true queen. La Coneja the rabbit who will make you relevant again by pulling you out from the back!
Nick Hanson: Jesus wept, Sofia, tell us how you REALLY feel!
Jim Reynolds: Yeah, but… did she lie?
Olivia Mayfaire: You can ask that question with a straight face, Jimmy? Where do you want me to start pointing out how wrong you are?
Jim Reynolds: You’re welcome to try!
Nick Hanson: Enough, you two. Let’s see if this diatribe gets an answer from the Sorceress Supreme of Pro-
They need not wait long to find out. “Better Without You” by Evanescence starts to play and Zoey Madigan-Star walks out onto the stage dressed all in black, wearing a smile that’s equal parts amusement and curiosity. She stops at the top of the ramp, soaking in the cheers. Spreading her arms out, a shower of glittering pyro falls down behind her.
Jim Reynolds: Of course she has to show off.
Olivia Mayfaire: She’s a showman, Jimmy. Has been for more than half her life. It puts butts in seats and pays your bills, so shush.
Nick Hanson: Come on, y’all…
Making her way down the ramp, Zoey meets the hands of some of the fans, but the closer she gets to the squared circle the more intense her expression gets. The smile never goes away, but those golden eyes of hers are less than friendly. She ascends the steps and enters the ring like a lady, walking over to Sofia and Brayden. With a simple gesture, she makes a microphone appear in her hand and, as “Better Without You” fades, she brings it to her lips.
And starts with a bit of soft laughter and a shake of her head.
Zoey Madigan-Star: Really?
Another sweet-yet-sinister bit of laughter and Zoey paces a few steps back and forth in front of La Coneja before stopping and composing herself.
Zoey Madigan-Star: Okay, sweetheart. I know that you’re kinda new around here and haven’t quite figured out how wrestling works, so let this… what was it? Sorry-ass failure or something trite like that?
Sofia and Brayden nod, talking yet more smack with their mics lowered. Probably for the best.
Zoey Madigan-Star: We’ll go with that. So let this sorry-ass failure educate you on the mistakes you just made. One day, you’ll thank me for it.
Nick Hanson: Oh, things that start out like this never go well.
Jim Reynolds: Five bucks says Zoey gets left laying!
Twirling the mic a bit, Zoey nods to herself and turns to face Sofia.
Zoey Madigan-Star: First of all, kid, you might have gotten half a pass because of who your stepmother is. But that opportunity has gone bye-bye. You say I’ve caught your attention? Good. That means you’re capable of recognizing talent and skill, among other things, even if you don’t know how to address it. But despite that, you don’t know who I am, so let me spell it out for you.
With one step of those long legs, suddenly Zoey is nose-to-nose with Sofia, looming over her a bit.
Zoey Madigan-Star: I’ve been in show business since you were popping zits on your silly face and dreaming of being half the woman that Crystal is. And I’ve been wrestling since some jock’s fingers were fumbling in your panties in the backseat of a Pinto in the parking lot of McDonald’s. So when you speak my name, little girl, you better put some respect on it!
Olivia Mayfaire: I did NOT need that visual, but DAMN!
Zoey Madigan-Star: Undefeated LAW World Tag Team Champion, concurrently holding the RCW World Tag Team Titles, who retired the belts and picked up a Hall of Fame ring before I spent five years in the business. I shook the foundations of VoW every time I stepped in the ring, leaving fans across the world screaming for more. The first-ever PWE Impulse Champion. The longest-reigning and most dominant SRW Queen of the South champion in that company’s existence. I’ve whipped the tails of men and women that would have you wetting your pants on-sight. And that’s with dime-a-dozen Frankenhooters like you in my face telling me I couldn’t. I’ll give you this much: you’ve got a little potential in you, but potential alone? It doesn’t stir the drink, kid.
With a toss of her head, Zoey’s hair lands neatly behind one shoulder and she fixes a glare on Sofia again.
Zoey Madigan-Star: If you wanted a match, you had only to ask. Now, though? If I were you, I’d turn around, walk back up that ramp, and apologize to Crystal for being the brat you are. Because you’re not only embarrassing yourself, but you’re embarrassing her, too.
The fans are all over Sofia at this point, but to her credit, the young lady doesn’t turn a hair.
Brayden Hilton: Until you got rocked by your former tag team partner. Must suck that auntie Farrah had to give you the business, go out and do her own thing.
Sofia laughs as she backs away a bit but tries to talk a big game.
Sofia Hilton: Okay, listing your achievements… aren’t you special? But nobody has any time for has-beens. Nobody cares about your glory days or what happened in the past. They are only concerned with the present and the future, and that being ME. For as my husband said I am UNDENIABLE, UNDEFEATED, AND UNBEATABLE!
Zoey considers this, then smiles and nods ever-so-slightly.
Zoey Madigan-Star: And there it is. Undeniable? Perhaps. Undefeated? For now. Unbeatable?
Nose-to-nose again, as Zoey isn’t willing to let Sofia retreat.
Zoey Madigan-Star: Not even a little.
Brayden Hilton: Now, now, my wife has shown herself to be a threat. Unlike my mother, unlike my sister, when Sofia makes a promise she capitalizes on it. So if I was you I would get out of her face before I have to do something!
Brayden gets in front of his wife so he is standing face to face with “auntie” Zoey.
Sofia Hilton: You tell her babe! She has no idea who she is missing with. I am the quickest woman on the roster and I will fly all across the ropes and beat her like nobody has ever beaten her before! Keep testing your luck and I will show you right here, right now!
Zoey never takes her eyes off Sofia, but when she speaks, it’s toward Brayden.
Zoey Madigan-Star: Get out of my way, Brayden. Or are you trying to embarrass your wife?
She snaps her attention to Brayden.
Zoey Madigan-Star: If she can handle me so easily, let her. Or does she really need a fop like you serving as a human shield?
Brayden Hilton: Excuse me?! I know you aren’t talking like that to me! Whatever! We don’t have time for this. We issued the challenge so you know what you have to do.[/font]
Brayden grabs his wife as he goes to leave the ring but he suddenly stops short as he quickly tries to send a superkick in Zoey’s direction! Zoey, sidestepping the attack smoothly, charges in a few steps as Brayden turns, cracking him in the jaw with a bicycle knee strike!
Nick Hanson: Walk of Shame! Brayden tried to hit a cheap shot and it backfired something fierce!
Jim Reynolds: How’s that any sort of fair?! He was just defending his wife and striking before that trickster could get in a cheap shot!
Olivia Mayfaire: Whatever you’re drinking that gave you that idea, Jimmy, is too strong for my blood. Brayden took a shot and he whiffed. He’s lucky he didn’t get worse than that!
The fans love the sight of it: Brayden laid out on the mat, clutching his jaw and staring at Zoey. The Sorceress Supreme calmly picks up the microphone and dusts it off before turning her attention to Sofia.
Zoey Madigan-Star: Pick up your husband and take a walk, Sofia. And think twice the next time you open your mouth about me. Otherwise, I’ll lay you out right next to him. Understand me, little girl?
Sofia Hilton: Who do you think you are putting your hands on my man? It doesn’t work like that. As a matter of fact-
Sofia checks on her man before she stands up and decides to charge after Zoey. She showcases why she has the nickname rabbit as she is quick to sprint towards the ropes. She springboards off of them aiming a moonsault right at Zoey… who steps in and catches Sofia on her shoulder! Gripping the squirming Sofia tightly, she drives the woman’s shoulder into her knee, then hoists her up again for a powerslam, leaving her lying right next to Brayden on the canvas!
Nick Hanson: And Exit Stage Left for Sofia! I think Zoey’s had just about enough of both of them!
Without waiting for either one to get up or react, Zoey drops the mic and leaves the ring, shaking her head as she heads up the ramp! “Better Without You” starts to play again and the fans are rather enjoying the sight of Sofia and Brayden laid out… oh, but there’s fire in their eyes! Right off the bat you can see that this isn’t over!
Nick Hanson: And I don’t wanna hear a word out of you, Jim! Sofia and Brayden brought this on themselves!
Jim Reynolds: Y’know what? Fine! I won’t say a word! But I promise you this ain’t over! You don’t attack people of that caliber without repercussions!
Olivia Mayfaire: If that’s true, then they better have a hell of a plan! Because now Zoey knows they’re coming!
As the couple gets to their feet, Zoey heads backstage without another look toward the ring!
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Match #2/Singles
=NFW World Championship Contenders Tournament=
First Round Match
LILITH MEADOWS VS. LLUVIA SALVATORE
Lluvia, standing in the ring, getting ready for her match with fellow Kingdom member Lilith Meadows, smiles and looks up at the ramp as “Heart of Lilith” begins to play. The music plays, but there is no Lilith coming out of the entrance. The music stops and begins again and the same result happens. The crowd begins to murmur as a camera cuts backstage towards the Kingdom locker room where we see and hear Lilith Meadows.
Lilith Meadows: Heeeeeeeeeeelp! We’re trapped inside of the locker room!
The camera pans down to the floor and at the doorway, we see a solid line of salt from end to end. Lilith tries and tries to get out, but some invisible force seems to be keeping her inside.
Trixie Decker appears behind Lilith, holding a salt can. She whistles innocently as she pours another line around Lilith, locking her in a circle.
Trixie Decker: What’s wrong, Tinkerhell?... oh, right. Some fae can’t cross salt, can they? It traps them. Hmmm. That’s so crazy, isn’t it?
Lilith lets out a little growl, her eyes darkening just a little bit as she lunges towards Trixie, once again hitting that invisible barrier.
Lilith Meadows: Let us out, Trixie! LET US OUT NOW!
Lilith screams this time, sounding almost primal as she just stares daggers right at Trixie.
Trixie smirks as she reaches into her pocket.
Trixie Decker: Or what, Lil? It’s just a game. We’re just playing. Isn’t that what you always say?
Trixie pulls out what appears to be a pair of brass knuckles, but instead they are obviously made of cold iron.
Trixie Decker: I thought you liked playing with me.
At that sight, Lilith backs away from Trixie, going as far as the salt circle would allow her to go just to get distance from the woman in front of her with a terrified look on her face.
Lilith Meadows: Keep those away from us…Those ain’t no game. We told you what happened a few weeks ago was nothin but a accident, we swear it!
Trixie looks bemused.
Trixie Decker: Tinker… I thought you weren’t scared of me.
Trixie puts the knuckles down on a bench before turning back to Lilith.
Trixie Decker: You have done nothing to me to deserve me beating the shit out of you when you can’t defend yourself. And I promised Morgan I’d not go too far. But…
Trixie leans closer.
Trixie Decker: I didn’t say no one else would a chance. And I’ve made sure everyone you’ve pissed off knows where to find you and that you’re trapped. Let’s see who finds you first… friend or foe.
Trixie leans back again, all smiles.
Trixie Decker: See? It’s a fun game!
Lilith’s expression once again changes now that the knuckles are set down and she goes right back to that angry, almost twisted look.
Lilith Meadows: Is fearr duit ligean dúinn as seo faoi láthair, a chailleach bheag! Nuair a fhaighimid ár lámha ort, beidh aiféala ort!
(You better let us out of here right now, you little witch! When we get our hands on you, you'll regret it!)
Lilith charges right back towards Trixie, but it’s clearly not Lilith now by the look in her eyes and the Irish speech.
Lilith Meadows: Táimid swear, tá tú ag dul a íoc as seo!
(We swear, you're going to pay for this!)
Trixie feigns being hurt.
Trixie Decker: Lilith, how is this any different than anything you do to anyone else? It’s just a fun little prank. Also…
Trixie reaches into her shirt collar and pulls out an Evil Eye ward on a cold iron chain.
Trixie Decker: I generally hate leaning into the stereotypes others have of my people, but I know a few things about protecting myself.
Trixie starts to walk away but stops. She reaches into a nearby locker.
Trixie Decker: I almost forgot! I made you a snack! And, I promise, it’s vegan. I’m not a monster.
She pulls out a pie covered in whipped cream from the locker and walks towards Lilith.
Trixie Decker: Open wide for the airplane!
Trixie slams the pie into Lilith’s face, covering her with whipped cream, edible glitter, and cherry filling.
The growl once again returns as Arianrhod stands there, clearly not amused by the situation.
Arianrhod: Níl muid ag cailín beag cosúil le Lilith. Níl muid den chineál spraíúil cosúil léi. Ní namhaid is mian leat a bheith againn.
(We are not some little girl like Lilith is. We are not the playful type like her. We are not an enemy you wish to have.)
Arianrhod wipes her face off and whatever is on her hand is tossed right at the feet of Trixie as she never takes her eyes off the woman in front of her.
Trixie Decker: You’re not the first mythical being split personality who’s threatened me, and I doubt you’ll be the last. But, hey, have a chat with your meat car about not dishing what she can’t take…and seriously, enjoy the pie. It’s actually pretty tasty.
Trixie steps over the salt line and blows a kiss
Trixie Decker: And, by the way, please tell Lil that honey isn’t vegan.
Trixie skips down the hall, humming merrily.
Arianrhod lets out another loud, primal scream as she stands at the edge of the salt circle, just being forced to watch Trixie skip away happily as the camera cuts back to Lluvia Salvatore, standing in the ring, none too happy as Darlyn Fajardo announces.
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, by forfeit…LLUVIA…SALVATORE!
Winner: Lluvia Salvatore
Result: Forfeit
Result: Forfeit
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Nick Hanson: Well we were about to go into our next contest between Caelynna and Yui Watanabe… but I guess Killian Oliver has other ideas.
Jim Reynolds: Well he didn’t seem happy over not being booked for the show, and I don’t blame him.
Olivia Mayfaire: We have a big roster, Jim. Can’t book everyone all the time.
Oliver reaches the bottom of the ramp and wastes little time rolling into the ring and in typical fashion, he snatches the microphone out of the ring announcer’s hands and shoos her out of the ring as “Break Stuff” fades out.
Killian Oliver: Did you all enjoy Funeral Derangements?!
The fans cheer wildly.
Killian Oliver: Yeah, I don’t care!
Now the fans boo.
Killian Oliver: See! While all of those morons on that card were trying to kill themselves for the entertainment of you idiots… and helping to fulfill the fucked up fetishes of that little dominatrix who picked some of the match types so she could get herself off! I was spending my Halloween with the sexiest woman on the planet!
The Washington native waves into the camera, presumably to the woman he is talking about and blows a kiss before turning his focus back to the fans in attendance.
Killian Oliver: Moving onto tonight, however… and like I mentioned on social media… I’m here yet… shocker… I’m not booked!
He outstretches his arms before letting his free one drop down to his side.
Killian Oliver: No! I have to take a back seat and watch as eight individuals who have had opportunity after opportunity after opportunity fight for a shot at the NFW World Championship!
The fans booing gets even louder.
Killian Oliver: HEY I CAN YELL TOO AND I’M THE ONE WITH THE FUCKING MICROPHONE, MORONS!!!
Oliver shakes his head as he rubs his face in frustration with his free hand.
Killian Oliver: And let’s take a look at those eight individuals, shall we?! I mean! Right off the bat you have three of them all part of the same fucking group known as The Kingdom! Because that right there isn’t suspicious at all!
He pauses.
Killian Oliver: That was sarcasm by the way, in case you didn’t quite grasp that! After all, you support these idiots so you’re probably too stupid to understand sarcasm!
Again, the fans boo.
Killian Oliver: Then of course you have the Queens of Chaos member, because of course you do… they’re fucking everywhere like a bad rash that won’t go away and because you idiots love them and their merchandise sells like hot cakes! People like me get overlooked in favor of them!
The Washington native shrugs his shoulders.
Killian Oliver: In the opening match you’ve got the two morons who you’d think were auditioning for the next M Night Shyamalan movie all about fucking split personalities!
Oliver paces the ring, getting more and more frustrated.
Killian Oliver: And as for the last two guys?! You have one who literally JUST lost a championship, but sure, just give him another chance at a championship immediately instead of having him work for one! AND… the guy who invaded one of YOUR production trucks and stapled a picture of the World Champion to the forehead of one of the morons who works for you… because he’s ‘hardcore like that’... and in an act of GOOD FAITH! You give him a chance at the title as well?!
He now glares into the camera as it slowly zooms in on his face as it glows bright red with anger.
Killian Oliver: This is why people like me have to force ourselves into title opportunities like I did with the Silver Mountain Championship match! I wasn’t even the one pinned in that match and yet I am STILL overlooked for these undeserving morons! Fine! I’ll stay out of things this time! But soon?! Things better start changing around here! Or else I’ll force them too!
The Washington native then tosses the microphone over his shoulder as “Break Stuff” blasts out of the PA system and he proceeds to roll out of the ring and head up the ramp.
Nick Hanson: Well, as usual, Killian Oliver very outspoken about how Jessica Clark-Morian conducts her business running Collision.
Jim Reynolds: You can’t deny that he didn’t make some fair points there though, Nick.
Olivia Mayfaire: Oh come off it, Jim! Jessica does a damn fine job on Collision and just because things aren’t going the way Killian feels they should? That doesn’t mean she should feel pressured into changing the way she does things.
Oliver then reaches the stage and disappears through the curtain as we cut elsewhere.
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Match #3/Singles
CAELYNNA VS. YUI WATANABE
Both match participants are ready to begin, but the start of the match is delayed as Darlyn Fajardo is looking for her microphone and the time keeper has no bell to ring. Caelynna hands a microphone, Darlyn's microphone, to T1ck3t who takes it and walks to the center of the ring.T1ck3t: Ladies and gentlemen, in case you've been away from this sport for months, you all know who I am. My name is T1ck3t, and this match is almost ready to begin... Let me introduce first, she is training under the tutelage of a Megumi, but will never be a Megumi... From Fuck You Ok, Japan... You Wasabe!
The crowd loudly boos T1ck3t after she speaks, but Professional Wrestling's Little Sister isn't finished. She then begins speaking in an Old English accent.
T1ck3t: Making her debut in this match, thy lady is the Chaotic Goblin of NFW, nay, of all professional wrestling! Keepeth thine things close to thy body lest thee wish to part with such goods. Ladies and gentlemen, I present to thee... Caelynna!
As T1ck3t leaves the ring to hand the mic back to Darlyn, Caelynna displays a smirk on her face, goes over to her long coat resting in the corner, and pulls out the ring bell and hammer to start the match.
~DING DING DING~
Caelynna quickly sets the ring bell on top of her coat in the corner and gets up to the ready position while the confused referee decides to go with it and make that starting bell official. Yui Watanabe quickly hits the ropes and flies in with a crossbody knocking Caelynna down, and attempting a pin. Caelynna quickly throws her off and rolls toward the ropes hitting them and trying the same move, but Watanabe dodges out of the way and Caelynna gets nothing but canvas. Caelynna rolls slightly and clenches her midsection while Watanabe waits for her to get up. She finally does, and eats a series of kicks by Watanabe going back down to the mat.
T1ck3t is on the outside slamming the mat hard in frustration as the crowd cheers. Caelynna is still down as Watanabe ascends the corner ring post. She goes for a diving moonsault from the top, but Caelynna rolls out of the way and outside of the ring. Watanabe doesn't crash from missing the move, but instead lands on her feet. She looks around and goes to the outside where Caelynna rolled out, but due to her Nimble Escape, Watanabe unable to find her there. Watanabe walks around the ring looking for Caelynna, but as she gets to one end of the ring, Caelynna pops up from the opposite end and slides into the ring. Caelynna then hits the ropes and runs to the other side hitting a Tope Con Hilo crashing into her Watanabe and sending both competitors into the barricade. Caelynna slides back into the ring and waits for her opponent while recovering and Watanabe eventually makes it in at the referee's count of 4.
Caelynna ties up with Watanabe and hits a standing switch, but Watanabe switches back, Caelynna does the same, and again with Watanabe. The two go back and forth switching up a ridiculous number of times as the crowd cheers them on. Watanabe eventually gets the upper hand and keeps a grip on Caelynna. She lifts Caelynna up for a belly to back suplex, but Caelynna slips out at the last minute flipping and landing on her feet behind Watanabe. A frustrated T1ck3t climbs up on the apron getting the referee's attention while Caelynna goads Yui Watanabe who hits the ropes. Watanabe runs in only to get side stepped and a drop toehold from Caelynna that sends her to the corner and face-first into the ring bell that was still sitting there from earlier! The crowd boos as T1ck3t throws her hands up at the ref and drops back down to the floor. Caelynna drags Watanabe away from the comer by her legs while the referee turns back to the action. Caelynna pins Watanabe and mockingly hooks the legs.
T1ck3t is on the outside slamming the mat hard in frustration as the crowd cheers. Caelynna is still down as Watanabe ascends the corner ring post. She goes for a diving moonsault from the top, but Caelynna rolls out of the way and outside of the ring. Watanabe doesn't crash from missing the move, but instead lands on her feet. She looks around and goes to the outside where Caelynna rolled out, but due to her Nimble Escape, Watanabe unable to find her there. Watanabe walks around the ring looking for Caelynna, but as she gets to one end of the ring, Caelynna pops up from the opposite end and slides into the ring. Caelynna then hits the ropes and runs to the other side hitting a Tope Con Hilo crashing into her Watanabe and sending both competitors into the barricade. Caelynna slides back into the ring and waits for her opponent while recovering and Watanabe eventually makes it in at the referee's count of 4.
Caelynna ties up with Watanabe and hits a standing switch, but Watanabe switches back, Caelynna does the same, and again with Watanabe. The two go back and forth switching up a ridiculous number of times as the crowd cheers them on. Watanabe eventually gets the upper hand and keeps a grip on Caelynna. She lifts Caelynna up for a belly to back suplex, but Caelynna slips out at the last minute flipping and landing on her feet behind Watanabe. A frustrated T1ck3t climbs up on the apron getting the referee's attention while Caelynna goads Yui Watanabe who hits the ropes. Watanabe runs in only to get side stepped and a drop toehold from Caelynna that sends her to the corner and face-first into the ring bell that was still sitting there from earlier! The crowd boos as T1ck3t throws her hands up at the ref and drops back down to the floor. Caelynna drags Watanabe away from the comer by her legs while the referee turns back to the action. Caelynna pins Watanabe and mockingly hooks the legs.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is you winner... Caelynna!
Nick Hanson: Despite the loss, that was an impressive showing tonight by Yui Watanabe! She had Caelynna struggling through most of the match.
Jim Reynolds: I agree, but Caelynna stole the match from her in the end.
Olivia Mayfaire: I see what you did there. What Caelynna lacked tonight with in-ring ability, she made up for by creating her own opportunity for victory.
Nick Hanson: Despite the loss, that was an impressive showing tonight by Yui Watanabe! She had Caelynna struggling through most of the match.
Jim Reynolds: I agree, but Caelynna stole the match from her in the end.
Olivia Mayfaire: I see what you did there. What Caelynna lacked tonight with in-ring ability, she made up for by creating her own opportunity for victory.
Winner: Caelynna
Result: Pinfall (Ring Bell?)
Result: Pinfall (Ring Bell?)
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T1ck3t: I've unleashed a barbarian on Trauma and a goblin on Collision. If NFW still had a third brand, who would I bring in next? A rogue named after wet dirt? Well, you get the two I have now. Collision, I have to ask, how did you like the performance from of my client, Caelynna, tonight?
The crowd almost unanimously boos the E-Fed Watcher while she smiles as if she hears cheers.
T1ck3t: I'm glad you like her and I knew she would be perfect for the Collision Ros--
T1ck3t's mic immediately cuts out as she looks to the outside of the ring. Caelynna had apparently slid out while she was speaking and she's attempting to stuff the main cord to the sound system into her coat. Officials come out and wrestle the cord from her and plug it back in while shooing Caelynna away. She slowly backs up and flinches as they point as if she was being hit each time, but eventually comes back into the ring joining T1ck3t.
T1ck3t: Is the mic working now? Alright, Caelynna, you can have your fun later, not now.
Caelynna nods her head then mumbles something that doesn't pick up on the mic.
T1ck3t: While Pandemonia will bring chaos to Trauma, Caelynna is here to bring a totally different definition of chaos to Collision. You can expect many impressive victories, like the one tonight, from my client as she gains a foothold in NFW and climbs to the top. Now, Caelynna, please add anything you would like to what I've said about you tonight.
Caeylnna snatches the mic from T1ck3t almost before she could finish talking. Her fangs are prominently visible as she speaks.
Caelynna: All the pretty things that everyone enjoys is valuable to them, but I can't touch. Nobody wants to share, everybody wants to keep, but I want to have too! Not everyone has the means to purchase such things and I'm part of that "not everyone." In NFW, though, there's a currency like no other that is exchanged for fortune, fame, prestige... This currency is talent and entertainment, but it also has its own cost. Time, training, dedication, marketing. I will do what I can to achieve what I can, but what I can't, I will take. Small things, trinkets, various valuables, are easy to take, but to get the respect and honor of this ring is not so easy. Keep your eyes open and watch your backs, everybody in the back and in the audience, for you never know where I might appear! This challenge of achieving all I want in NFW is one I'm up for completing! Yuh-yuh!
There is an awkward silence for a minute while Caelynna gives a toothy grin. Finally, "Self Destruction Mode" plays as T1ck3t motions for Caelynna to exit the ring. She follows her manager and a muffling is heard as she stuffs the microphone inside of her coat while exiting. After jumping down from the apron, however, the mic falls out from her coat to the floor along with a turnbuckle hook, two doughnuts from catering, and an NFW t-shirt along 12 NFW keychains from the merchandise tables in the concession area. As she turns to go back, T1ck3t instructs her to focus and follow. She somewhat reluctantly does as instructed.
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Match #4/Singles
=NFW World Championship Contenders Tournament=
First Round Match
MORGAN PAYNE VS. AUSTIN RAMSEY
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Morgan and Austin lock-up and trade holds as they feel each other out. Austin tries to take Morgan down but Morgan sprawls and blocks it, hooking his head. Austin rolls it over into a cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
MORGAN REVERSES!
ONE!
TWO!
AUSTIN KICKS OUT!
TWO!
MORGAN REVERSES!
ONE!
TWO!
AUSTIN KICKS OUT!
The two get up and start exchanging strikes until Austin knocks Morgan into a corner and puts her down into the seated position. He backs off and comes in for a shining wizard. Morgan tumbles over and Austin covers her.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
MORGAN GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
THR-NO!
MORGAN GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Austin goes up to the top turnbuckle and goes into Air Austin. Morgan moves out of the way and Austin crashes to the mat. Morgan jumps onto him for a cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
AUSTIN GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
AUSTIN GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Morgan backs off as Austin staggers up to his feet. Morgan comes in and hits Tastes Like Timbaland Boot, Bitch! Austin goes down hard and Morgan covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
AUSTIN JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
THR-NO!
AUSTIN JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Morgan goes to pull Austin up and Austin macks her away. He goes for a big lariat but Morgan ducks and Austin inadvertently hits the referee. Morgan comes at him and Austin scoops her up for Buckle Up. Morgan hits hard and Austin covers. With the referee down, the crowd watches on. Suddenly, Myriad pulls Austin out of the ring by his ankles and swings him into the barricade. Myriad drags him back up and dumps him back into the ring before being escorted out again by security. Eventually all three pull themselves up on the ropes. Morgan, having seen nothing, catches Austin for Dahntahn After Dahk. She covers. The referee, also having seen nothing, counts.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…MORGAN…PAYNE!
Winner: Morgan Payne
Result: Pinfall (Dahntahn After Dahk)
Result: Pinfall (Dahntahn After Dahk)
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Alastair motioned to the world title he had around his waist with a proud glint in his eyes.
Alastair Frost: I earned my place on Collision and earned my place as the world champion. The previous champion underestimated me and look where it got her, no longer world champion and floundering around Collision without direction.
Alastair slapped sarcastically at Dona's path in life after the end of her reign.
Alastair Frost: Johnny Towers will need to find out I am nothing like him or Dona and their chaotic nature. A marine looks to deal with the chaos that enemies bring. Should you win the tournament, it will be no different. I will follow my oath to my country and take you down.
Alastair held onto the dog tags that were around his neck, a reminder of the changes in his life from his chaotic childhood to what it is now, an anti authority marine and professional wrestler.
Alastair Frost: The master strategist has survived as a budding wrestler that is growing with his 2nd major title reign. He will not allow the misfit to ruin things should he win the tournament.
He went to the monitors to watch the main event as he continues to scout the competition.
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MAIN EVENT/Singles
=NFW World Championship Contenders Tournament=
First Round Match
JORDAN MAJORS VS. JOHNNY TOWERS
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Jordan and Johnny lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Johnny starts to overpower her and Jordan jumps up into a flying head scissors and takes Johnny down. Jordan jumps into a double stomp and then runs to the ropes for a quebrada. She holds for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
JOHNNY REVERSES BY PULLING THE TIGHTS!
ONE!
TWO!
JORDAN KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JOHNNY REVERSES BY PULLING THE TIGHTS!
ONE!
TWO!
JORDAN KICKS OUT!
Both get to their feet and Jordan goes for a spinning heel kick. Johnny catches her and reverses into a powerbomb.
ONE!
TWO!
JORDAN KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JORDAN KICKS OUT!
Johnny backs off as Jordan staggers up and then hits a discus lariat. Jordan falls against the ropes and Johnny catches her for a pop-up European uppercut. Jordan goes down hard and Johnny covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
JORDAN GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
THR-NO!
JORDAN GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Johnny grabs her by the hair and starts to drag her up. Jordan pulls him into an inside cradle.
ONE!
TWO!
JOHNNY KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JOHNNY KICKS OUT!
As the two start to their feet, Jordan gets Chapter 11. Johnny hits hard and flops over onto his back. Jordan covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THR-NO!
JOHNNY GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
THR-NO!
JOHNNY GETS A SHOULDER UP!
The two get to their feet and start trading shits. Jordan goes toe to toe with Johnny, matching him shot for shot even as they both almost tumble over. Johnny rakes her eyes and then goes for a running big boot. Jordan falls back and then jumps into a springboard and catches Johnny coming in for the springboard sunset flip powerbomb. She holds for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
THRE-NO!
JOHNNY BARELY GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
THRE-NO!
JOHNNY BARELY GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Jordan gets to her feet and motions at Johnny to come on. Johnny staggers up and the two start trading again. As Jordan goes for the Cash Out, Johnny hits a discus lariat and then covers. As the referee slides into place, Johnny grabs Jordan’ rights and hooks her legs deep with his foot on the ropes.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
TWO!
THREE!
~ Ding Ding Ding ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…JOHNNY…TOWERS!!
Jim Reynolds: Way to go, Johnny! Knew you could do it!
Olivia Mayfaire: Yeah, with a little help from the ring ropes and then some!
Nick Hanson: I have to say, tonight was…
Jim Reynolds: Awesome!
Olivia Mayfaire: An absolute mess!! Chaotic!
Jim Reynolds: I love it!
Nick Hanson: Well, I’m sure we’re gonna something next week from General Manager, Jessica Morian! Until then, this is Nick Hanson, Olivia Mayfaire and Jim Reynolds signing off! So long, folks!
Winner: Johnny Towers
Result: Pinfall (Discus Lariat, Rope Assist)
Result: Pinfall (Discus Lariat, Rope Assist)
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