Post by Jessica Morian, Collision GM on Jan 30, 2024 15:02:40 GMT -8
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Devyn Mitchell: Excuse me, Killian? May I get a quick word?
Oliver looks up at the interviewer.
Killian Oliver: Can’t you see that I’m busy sulking? Why can’t you bother someone else? There’s an ENTIRE roster of people you can go and annoy instead!
Devyn Mitchell: But--
Killian Oliver: But nothing! Because I know what you’re going to ask me about! You’re going to ask me about last week! Forget about Queen Neapolitan getting screwed because she’ll just be given another opportunity anyway! I got screwed! Again!
Oliver rubs his face in frustration.
Killian Oliver: How many times do I have to tell you morons that Steven Brody contacted ME asking if I wanted to sign for NFW! Not the other way around! That means that HE clearly sees value in me! Which is more that can be said about the rest of the suits in the back!
He shakes his head.
Killian Oliver: Not only that! But did you see what happened earlier that night?! When Soldier Boy tried to take me out?! And what happened?! I was ready for him and I was inches… INCHES… away from putting your World Champion to sleep!
The Washington native places his hands on his hips, looks up to the ceiling and lets out a sigh.
Killian Oliver: But you know what? Fine. I’ll wait for the Jared Leto look-alike to squander yet ANOTHER opportunity! And when he does?!
Oliver turns his attention to the camera.
Killian Oliver: I’m coming for your title, Soldier Boy!
And with that, the guy walks away off camera shaking his head as we cut elsewhere.
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Alastair Frost: Killian thought he would try to get into my head before that 4 way that determined who would face me by trying to attack me did he? I have seen some try to pull that bullshit on me and it is not something new. Nevertheless, he must be disappointed that he was not able to claim the contendership and he has made it clear that he is pissed off about the course of events that lead to the end of the match. If he is so pissed off about the events of the finish, Killian knows what he needs to do now doesn’t he? Don’t be so easily distracted during a match.
Alastair let out a growling laugh as he remembered how Killian fumbled during the fatal four way and it was something he enjoyed watching. He never found things amusing but the mishaps of Killian during the match allowed him to have a time whenever he was in the ring or outside of it to get some sort of laughter or humor in his life.
Alastair Frost: Austin Ramsey should consider himself fortunate that he walked out with the chance at the grandest title of Collision. He has had some success in NFW I will give him that in the Event Horizon Division but facing the Lone Wolf of Collision in battle is going to be something he is not used to. I am leading a division that isn’t a division of destruction, blood and gore but a division that is as structured and focused as yours truly. I will not allow any gore to come into this division and Austin will best be prepared for this when this title match does happen. He is just another enemy that I must keep away from the title for as long as possible.
He finally stood at attention before he looked down at the World Title and looked up again and he narrowed his eyes.
Alastair Frost: I have heard your words in an attempt to call me out as the champion Ms. Maloney. You have not minced words that you want to make the attempt to come after my title with your return to Collision but you have to EARN your chance at the World title not be just given it on a whim by our General Manager. If you were so lucky to step into the ring with me, your chaotic and angry nature will need to be tamed or I will manipulate them against you like any other enemy of the state I step into the ring with.
Alastair put on his sunglasses again and walked away as he heard his cell phone go off from his Commanding Officer from the base.
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Match #1/Singles
The Killer Smurfs jobber squash
~DING DING DING~
The match started off with Psycho Maguire and The Soz starting off in an already one-sided affair as Psycho high-kicked a gold tooth out of Soz’s mouth. Soz trying to fire back on the diminutive Psycho with straight shots to the head, backing her into his corner where he tags in Jimmy Bones.
Nick Hanson: Soz doing what he does best.
Jim Reynolds: What, get the crap kicked out of him? Guy’s been around almost 20 years and he’s still horrible!
Olivia Mayfaire: Maybe Jimmy Bones will make a match of this.
Bones on the attack sends Psycho to the outside. Bones runs the ropes and hits a suicide dive to the outside… as Psycho walks out of the drop zone. Psycho rolls back in the ring, shaking her head before looking at Sykobitty to a pop. Tag to Syko who does a rolling senton off the apron to the downed Bones, before throwing him back in the ring.
Nick Hanson: And now we get a good look at the returning Eavan Maloney.
Jim Reynolds: That rolling senton was impressive. I’ve never seen her do that move.
Olivia Mayfaire: I’m unimpressed. She told me backstage I was no Miranda.
Psycho steps back in the ring and ties Bones arms in the corner before both give Bones Double 10 Beats of the Bochran. Before Bones can fall to the floor, Syko grabs him and tosses him to his corner and begs Soz to get in the ring. Psycho re-enters again as Soz comes charging at Syko… Gnat Music - Double Sweet Shin Music! Psycho and Syko shrug their shoulders at one another, as Psycho lifts Soz. Craic (3-D Psycho does the lifting, Syko does the cutting)!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here are your winners…THE KILLER SMURFS!
Winner: The Killer Smurfs
Result: Pinfall (Craic)
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Cait Flanagan: I’m here and I’m ready to cause plenty of trouble for the rest of the Collision roster.
The camera follows her into a dressing room with her name emblazoned on it. Cait sets her Louis Vuitton luggage aside and shrugs off her fur coat, leaving her in a green sweater dress that hugs every curve.
Cait Flanagan: For those of you who aren’t familiar with me? I’m the Million Dollar Baby herself, Cait Flanagan. I’m the sugar baby con artist that ripped off some dumb billionaire for cash, a yacht, and an island before I’d turned twenty. And when I decided that I wanted to wrestle and get some respect put on the Flanagan name?
She grins and laughs, tossing her red hair over her shoulder.
Cait Flanagan: I did it the only way I know how to do things - my way. I cheated, I stole, and I won title after title. Everyone complained about the methods but I am of the opinion that I should be working smarter, not harder. I’m not going to scratch and claw and ruin my manicure. I’m going to get some knuckle dusters and clear the way for myself.
Cait Flanagan: And I don’t want to hear any nonsense about how I can’t do things clean. Let me make it very clear - I can. I simply choose not to because it is so much easier to cut corners. I may be a thief, a con artist, a grifter, and a cheater, but I was at least kind enough to give you idiots a heads up. Not my fault if you don’t pay attention. Now, I need to get ready to show everyone on this roster what Cait Flanagan is all about. Dismissed.
She waves her hand at the camera and we go elsewhere.
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Devyn Mitchell: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Cassie Quinn.
Cassie Quinn enters the frame, decked in her usual black hoodie.
Devyn Mitchell: Cassie, ever since your signing to New Frontier Wrestling was announced, it seemed almost certain that you were Trauma bound. Yet, last week here on Collision, you called out one of the brand’s mainstays in Jordan Majors. Is there any particular reason that you stepped on the other side of the roster barrier in your first appearance here in NFW?
Cassie smiles.
Cassie Quinn: The answer is simple, and you’re gonna find that it’s gonna apply to a lot of my time here in NFW: I do whatever the fuck I want. Got all these people crying about having to stay within borders. “I want this title. Shame it’s on Trauma.” “I would absolutely love nothing more than to fight this person. Shame they’re on Collision.”
Cassie chuckles.
Cassie Quinn: I don’t have that problem, though, and as long as the ink on contract is dry and good, I never will. All these people wanting to wait their turn to make an impact. That’s not me. I didn’t wait nearly a decade to get a big time contract just for someone to cry like a little bitch because the lights I showed up under aren’t the right color. I came here to make an impact, and I did exactly that last week.
Devyn seems a bit put off by Cassie’s disposition. She carries on regardless.
Devyn Mitchell: Alright, well, with your reasoning out of the way, let me get a bit more specific with my next question: Why target Jordan Majors of all people?
Cassie Quinn: Because Jordan Majors looks like someone who’s fun to beat up. Next question.
Devyn Mitchell: There’s gotta be more to it than that, right?
Cassie Quinn: What are you, looking for a fuckin’ monologue? Fine, I’ll indulge you just this once.
Cassie takes a deep breath.
Cassie Quinn: Jordan Majors fancies herself a woman of the people. That much we know, right? Well I don’t like that shit. Not one bit. Not because of the support itself. I’m not that petty, I know how good Jordan Majors is. She’s one of the major faces of this company for a reason. But I hate what support like that does to a person.
Cassie breathes in, almost as if she’s holding back a bit of rage.
Cassie Quinn: See, you give fan support to these spineless fuckin’ bums, and they don’t know what to do with it aside of letting get to their head and making them think they can act as crazy as they want. That’s how you end up with weak ass dumbfucks like Jordan Majors thinking she can call me “little girl”, and get away with it.
Cassie takes a microphone from Devyn, before directing her gaze towards the camera.
Cassie Quinn: But that all changes now, because I’m here to end that bullshit real quick. And if anyone around here, be it from your fucked up lil red show or your dumbass lil blue show, has a problem with it? You can meet me in the ring next week, and I’ll solve it for you. And Jordan, I hope you watch real close. Because that hit from last week is gonna be the worst of your fuckin’ problems if you plan to keep coming with that disrespect.
Cassie plants the microphone firmly into Devyn’s chest before storming off, leaving the interviewer disgusted as we fade.
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Match #2/Singles
Cait Flanagan vs. El Piso Mojado
The Chicago crowd was buzzing for the next match as they were set to see the debut of the one known as “The Million Dollar Baby” Cait Flanagan. Standing and waiting in his corner was her opponent, NFW’s favorite Mexico born Canadian luchador, El Piso Mojado, whom had already been announced. The masked man hopped around in his corner staying loose as he too awaited the arrival of Cait Flanagan.
The opening of Madonna’s “Material Girl” begins playing as Cait Flanagan steps out onto the ramp. With a wink, she licks her index finger and touches it to the ground and as she passes the spot, flames shoot up behind her. She reaches into her tights and pulls out a wad of cash, fanning it out for the crowd to see.
She tousles her hair and fans herself with the money, then shrugs and tosses it behind her, letting it get eaten up by the flames. Cait puts her hand up to her mouth as she seems to realize what she’s done, but then she shrugs her shoulders and cackles.
You know that we are living in a material world, and I am a material girl…
Still laughing, Cait skips the rest of the way down to the ring, tossing her hair over her shoulder and blowing mocking kisses to the men in the audience. She ascends the steps and ducks through the ropes, winking at the referee.
Darlyn Fajardo: "From Belfast, Northern Ireland, she is The Million Dollar Baby, Cait! Flanagan!"
She seems to thank the ring announcer for her introduction and goes to her corner, laying across the turnbuckle and giving her opponent a cheeky little wave.
As the music died down, Cait climbed down from the corner and stepped to the middle of the ring to meet El Piso Mojado. As everyone might expect, confronted with a pretty face, he began to put the moves on her, making a frame with his hands to look at her through. Appearing to blush, Cait flipped her hair and posed for him, smiling and giving a flirty little wave. This made the luchador a bit sheepish as he rubbed the back of his neck while Cait extended her hand for a shake. El Piso Mojado accepted the gesture then went a step further, being ever the gentleman and kissing the back of her hand through his mask. Cait’s jaw dropped as she smiled and put a hand to her cheek. El Piso Mojado was obviously a very charming fellow.
Olivia Mayfaire: Haha, look at Piso working his game!
Jim Reynolds: He is such an idiot. She’s way out of his league!
Nick Hanson: Oh, come on. Give him credit. Cait Flanagan doesn’t seem to be too appalled by it.
The referee checked that both were ready to begin the match and had them step back a bit. Once both confirmed they were prepared to start, the referee turned to call for the bell. Just as his back was turned, Cait Flanagan suddenly ran forward at her opponent!
~DING DING DING~
The referee’s back was still turned towards the timekeeper as Cait Flanagan threw her foot up with a blatant punt kick right between El Piso Mojado’s legs!!!! The crowd gasped with shock and booked but by the time the referee turned back to the wrestlers to begin overseeing the match, Cait Flanagan had El Piso Mojado in a Double Underhook and lifted him up for a Facebuster square into the canvas! She liked to call that one the “Irish Goodbye!” Goodbye to El Piso Mojado, certainly, as he was out on impact and Cait Flanagan rolled him over onto his back, sitting across his chest and lifted his leg for the three count!
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
TWO!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…CAIT FLANAGAN!!
Nick Hanson: Well the referee didn’t see it but the rest of us did!!
Olivia Mayfaire: That was horrible!
Jim Reynolds: That was fucking great!! HAHAHAHAHA!!!!
Cait Flanagan jumped to her feet where the referee raised her arm in victory. She was quick to then roll out of the ring as the referee noticed El Piso Mojado squirming on the mat with his legs clutched together. Confused as to what he had missed, the referee looked at Cait, wondering if she had pulled a fast one on him as she strutted back up towards the stage, having secured a first, and quick, victory here in NFW.
Winner: Cait Flanagan
Result: Pinfall (Irish Goodbye)
Result: Pinfall (Irish Goodbye)
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At that very moment, as the ring is being prepared for the next match, Pati Mai by Usogunna and Folau begins to play, surprising everyone as Kūali’i Tofilau walks out onto the stage! Wearing a black sweatshirt with the hood down, the words “God of Thunder” printed across the front of it, black Adidas tracksuit pants and red and black shoes. He stands at the top of the stage and looks around at all the fans before slowly making his way down to the ring.
Nick Hanson: No way! He isn’t supposed to be here until next week!
Jim Reynolds: That's the thing about gods, Nick. They do what they want, when they want. I’ve studied this man and his run on the independent scene after NFW announced his signing, he’s all about doing what he wants!
Clearly in no rush to reach the ring, Kūali’i continues to stroll down the ramp. The fans on either side of him jeer and shout at him, but the God of Thunder pays no mind to them. Why would he? They mean nothing to him.
Slowly but surely he begins to walk up the ring steps, coming into the ring he looks out at the crowd and raises up his index finger, pointing to the sky before the music slowly starts to fade, and he walks to the corner, grabbing a microphone as the crowd continues to boo. He just stands there in the center of the ring soaking it all in.
Jim Reynolds: The crowd's reaction for Kūali’i here is nothing but disrespectful! This man is a living legend, we have a GOD in our presence here, and they’re treating him like this? Disgraceful.
As the crowd slowly starts to die down, Kūali’i brings the microphone up to his mouth, and begins to speak.
Kūali’i Tofilau: That how the New Frontier treats a god now, is it?
He says, smirk on his face as the fans begin to boo him once more.
Kūali’i Tofilau: Well… I gotta say. As the newest signee to this roster… so far? I’m less than impressed.
He looked around, shrugging his shoulders as he continued to talk.
Kūali’i Tofilau: I mean… the whole reason m I came to this roster because I thought it was packed to the brim with talent that might stand a chance at testing my limits. What I found out when I got here though was that with champions like Alastair Frost and Cass Baumer, this place may as well be running out of a bingo hall and paying the talent in empty promises and handshakes.
The crowd continue to shower The God of Thunder in boos, which he continues to just… not react to.
Kūali’i Tofilau: Tell me when I’m telling lies, people! You know what? While I’m talking about people who aren’t fit to be on my level… the name ‘Eavan’ seems to keep on ringing that very bell.
Cause I mean… Sykobitty? Out here cutting 'pipebombs'? The only thing about her 'pipebombs' that could be considered lethal is how if she's not careful and if they get played in a car they could cause a pile up from people falling asleep at the wheel.
Once more he looks around, and continues to stand tall in the center of the ring.
Kūali’i Tofilau: I’ve seen it all. I’ve been in this business since I was a child… and we got people out here… claiming that they’re part of a legacy? Nah. Let’s cut the shit. Nobody on this roster knows what it’s like to be part of a Legacy. My family has been in this industry for generation upon generation upon generation. You can trace my bloodline back to ancient war chiefs, it’s in my blood to succeed in this industry. It’s in my blood to win championship after championship after championship. World title after world title.
And you know what? If people have an issue with anything I’ve said. Come on. Step up. Take your chance to put an end to me before I can even begin. Because until the day I’m put into the ground there is not a soul on the planet who can stop me from taking my spot at the top of the food chain… so before I leave and let you watch the rest of this… ‘show’… let me leave you all with this.
The hard cam zooms in on his face, and he lowers the microphone for a second, looking around at the crowd before he asks.
Kūali’i Tofilau: What The God of Thunder says… goes… and before the end of the year, I will be standing inside this ring with Championship gold around my waist… and it’s as simple as that.
With that, the God of Thunder drops the microphone and takes his leave, “Pati Mai” playing him out of the arena as he walks up the ramp. Still paying no mind to anyone at ringside, or along the ramp.
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Lluvia Salvatore: Time and time again, Cass Baumer has run her mouth. Whether it be to my friends, to my family, or to anyone in general…Lluvia trailed off as she came into the view of the camera. She was already in her ring gear, ready for her upcoming match against Baumer, even if it was a non-title match.
Lluvia Salvatore: But she’s set to face me, and all of a sudden, she’s quiet? Now I know my sister is a threat, but you run your mouth off to her and about my sister in-law…however nothing to me? I wonder why that is
Lluvia licked her lips and smirked as she shook her head. She tutted a few times before she spoke.
Lluvia Salvatore: People step up to you, and you suddenly go silent. It’s funny how that works, isn’t it? What? You can’t take people actually stepping up when you least expect it or something?
Lluvia paused and shook her head. She had watched everything happen but hadn’t said anything about it. Her sister had handled it, and it wasn’t her place to say anything at the time.
Lluvia Salvatore: See…that’s the problem with you, Cass. You just don’t know when to quit, do you? You would rather go after those that don’t wrestle than focus on those that do. You like to talk and talk and talk, but you’re never about any actual action. It’s why the term of paper champion fits you oh so well.
Lluvia sighed and shook her head once more before continuing.
Lluvia Salvatore: The sad thing is…you could be a halfway decent champion if you tried. But you’re focused on everything else that doesn’t have to do with your title, and it’s going to end up costing you dearly.
A final pause found Lluvia licking her lips once more, a sigh once again escaping them before she spoke once more.
Lluvia Salvatore: Show me the Cass Baumer that deserves to be champion because right now? All I see is a Baumer that got lucky to win the title and keep it, that’s it. Prove that you’re worthy to have it otherwise I can’t wait for it to be taken off of you.
With that, Lluvia turned on her heel and began walking down the hallway as the feed cut out.
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Match #3/Singles
=Non-Title=
Lluvia Salvatore vs. Cass Baumer
~DING DING DING~
We’re at the middle of the card now as Silver Mountain Champion, Cass Baumer steps out of her corner, conniving smile and all and starts jawjacking at Lluvia Salvatore of The Kingdom. Salvatore, like many others, has been waiting to get her hands on Baumer for months now. Baumer keeps snarking off to her as Salvatore answers her verbal barrage until the champion finally sticks her hand up in Salvatore’s face, not wanting to hear what she has to say anymore. Salvatore responds in kind, grabbing Baumer by the hand, locking their fingers together and twists her wrist around, bending it back. Baumer’s suddenly yelping in pain as Salvatore has her trapped and the Cherokee Princess nails the Scourge of the Earth with a stiff chop across the chest. She follows up with another one. And another one! And another one! Someone call DJ Khaled because here goes….Another one! Salvatore keeps the momentum going as she hits the ropes, pulling Baumer with her and springs off the top rope for a Springboard Armdrag that sends Baumer rolling across the mat and right out of the ring before Salvatore can follow up with anything else. She does follow her out of the ring though and starts to advance on Baumer as the champ tries to parlay for mercy and get away.
Lluvia Salvatore: No no, where you going, bitch?! Why you running?!
Baumer’s not running yet but she is now, almost as if hearing that word out of Salvatore’s mouth was a cue to a good idea! Salvatore gives chase around the ring and Baumer starts gaining a distance, opting to try and scurry under the ring apron but Salvatore catches her by the boot and pulls her back out. Baumer has a chair in hand and goes to lift it, despite the referee’s warning but Salvatore steps on the chair to keep it pinned to the floor. Baumer throws her hands up and Salvatore’s on her like a rabid animal, rocking her with forearm after forearm after forearm at ringside. Chicago can’t get enough of it as they pop for the beating Baumer’s starting to get! The referee’s starting to reach the end of the count when Salvatore throws Baumer back inside the ring and takes a moment to kick the chair back under the apron. She takes a quick breath with a smile. That felt pretty good! Salvatore starts to climb back into the ring now but as soon as she starts leaning through the ropes to do so, Baumer’s back on her feet and runs forward, kicking the middle rope up into Salvatore’s throat. The Cherokee Princess goes right back down to the floor, clutching her neck. Baumer urges the referee to resume the count but as Salvatore was on the apron, the count is started over. This leaves Baumer furious and impatient so she rolls out of the ring and pulls Salvatore up by her hair. Taking a moment to quickly bang her head off of the ring apron, Baumer then rolls her back inside and climbs back into the ring herself. Baumer taunts to the crowd, standing over Salvatore and jumps right up and back down with an Elbow Drop into a cover.
ONE
TWO
TWO
Salvatore kicks out and Baumer sits up, rolling her eyes, unimpressed by Salvatore’s refusal to stay down and take the L. She pulls Salvatore up for a DDT but Salvatore fights back, punching Baumer in the side of the ribs to loosen her grip. Baumer lets go and Salvatore comes up with a smashing elbow to the jaw of Baumer. Baumer Staggers back and as Salvatore steps forward, she blatantly flicks her right in the eye, getting a warning from the ref as she kicks Salvatore back into a bent over position and gets that Legsweep DDT she was going for before. Baumer goes for another cover.
ONE
TWO
TWO
Another kickout by Salvatore. Baumer pulls her up by the hair, shouting for the ref to shut up when he tries to scold her about it. She lifts Salvatore across her shoulders in a Fireman’s Carry, looking for a Gutbuster but Salvatore lands on her feet, catching Baumer’s leg and stands up, causing Baumer to come up onto her other foot as well. Baumer has that “oh shit” look on her face as Salvatore stares daggers at her and the Cherokee Princess hits a step over takedown on Baumer’s caught leg and takes her down to the mat in a Kneebar! Baumer knows she’s in trouble and starts reaching for the ropes but Salvatore has her dead center of the ring. Baumer starts clawing at the mat, trying to drag herself towards the ropes but she’s getting nowhere. She starts to kick her other leg at Salvatore to force her to let go, eventually doing so. Salvatore shakes out her knuckles as Baumer starts pulling at the referee to help herself to her feet. The referee’s trying to get Baumer off of him, arguing with her about laying hands on him. Baumer argues her case then sees Salvatore back on her feet and she shoves the referee right at her! Salvatore catches the referee, stopping a head on impact. Salvatore apologizes, the ref understands and the Cherokee Rose returns her attention to Baumer who comes charging in for the “Sound Bite” but Salvatore gets out of the way and Baumer skids to a halt before she hits the referee. Well, that was a close one!
Baumer smiles innocently at the official before turning around just as Salvatore comes in for “Angelic Rebellion” but Baumer catches her by the foot and just as she throws the foot aside, the referee just so happens to be stepping over onto that side and Salvatore’s foot is thrown right into his face. Ref goes down! Baumer’s eyes go wide and she points at the ref, accusing Salvatore.
Cass Baumer: Look what you did!
Furious at Baumer’s shenanigans, Salvatore swings at her but Baumer gives the juke and hits a reverse jumping STO, snapping her down to the mat. Baumer looks for the cover but the referee’s only just starting to recover. Thinking fast, Baumer rolls out of the ring and grabs the Silver Mountain Championship off the timekeeper’s table. She slides back into the ring and posts back in a corner, ready to run and nail Salvatore with it, occasionally looking at the referee to make sure they aren’t back up too fast. Salvatore makes it back to her feet and the ref makes it up to his knee in the corner. Baumer gets ready to go for it when someone suddenly reaches through the top and middle rope and rips the championship out of her hands. Baumer turns, in surprise, to see…..SANADA!!!!
Nick Hanson: SANADA’S HERE FOLKS!!! SHE SAID SHE’D BE WATCHING!!
Jim Reynolds: Gve that belt back! That’s not yours!
Olivia Mayfaire: Put it back on the table! It doesn’t need to be in the damn ring yet!!
Baumer yells at Sanada to give back her championship. Sanada looks at it and tries it out on her shoulder to see how it looks. Liking the look, she struts back to the timekeeper’s table with the belt on her shoulder, waving to the cheering crowd before handing the belt back to the timekeeper. Baumer follows along, still inside the ring as Sanada starts to depart, yelling at her with everything from “don’t touch my belt” to “I’m gonna kick your ass at Rise of Legends.” She’s too distracted as Salvatore comes running in with the window of opportunity and takes her down with a Sunset Rollup from behind, holding the legs and bridging her body over Baumer’s as she drops her hips right down onto Baumer’s chest, pinning her shoulders to the mat!
Jim Reynolds: HEY WAIT A DAMN MINUTE!!!
ONE
TWO
TWO
Nick Hanson: Lluvia Salvatore—!!
THREE!
~DING DING DING~
~DING DING DING~
Olivia Mayfaire: HOLY SHIT!!!
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…”The Cherokee Rose”...LLUVIA SALVATORE!!
Chicago goes wild as “In God We Trust” plays and Lluvia Salvatore has her arm raised. Cass Baumer sits up in total disbelief, furious as she looks at Sanada on the ramp. The Queens of Chaos member grins from ear to ear, throwing the champion the middle finger. When the referee brings the title to Baumer, she rips it from his hands and clutches it to herself, rolling out of the ring in a fit of anger. Salvatore catches her breath, smiling and nodding at Baumer who finds herself at the foot of the ramp between Salvatore in the ring and Sanada up on the stage as the shot fades away.
Winner: Lluvia Salvatore
Result: Pinfall (Sunset Rollup)
Result: Pinfall (Sunset Rollup)
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? ? ? ?: “Psst!”
Trixie stops and looks around. She noticed a guy next to a van.
Shady Guy: “You like NFW, right?”
Trixie tilts her head and squints.
Trixie Decker: “You could say that.”
The guy looks around and presents a ticket.
Shady Guy: “I gotta ticket, front ten rows. Practically ringside.”
Trixie looks down at the ticket, then back up at the man.
Trixie Decker: “Did you not see me leave the arena? Also, I’m pretty sure that ticket was printed on an inkjet.”
Shady Guy: “Yeah, they use those now. Saves money.”
Trixie shakes her head as she starts to walk past.
Trixie Decker: “Hard pass.”
The guy grabs her arm as she passes and Trixie whirls around, murder in her eyes.
Trixie Decker: “Do not--”
The man cuts her off, unlocking the back of the van.
Shady Guy: “I got NFW merch, too! Some good shit, and you ain’t payin’ near the same prices they charge in there.”
Trixie studies the man’s face for a moment, her face not changing.
Trixie Decker: “Show me.”
The man pulls the doors open, revealing boxes of random merch, sloppily tossed around.
Shady Guy: “Name ‘em, I got merch of ‘em!”
Trixie thinks for a moment.
Trixie Decker: “Risa Lemon.”
The man turns around and grabs a box.
Shady Guy: “I got shirts, I got dolls, I got--”
Trixie pulls a shirt out of the box and looks at it, reading the front loud.
Trixie Decker: “‘Super Liger’?”
Shady Guy: “Yeah, that was a misprint. It’s gonna be a collector’s item. Twenty bucks.”
Trixie Decker: “It’s not even Risa on the shirt. That’s ”
Shady Guy: “… eighteen bucks.”
Trixie shoves the shirt back in the box.
Trixie Decker: “Got anything for Alastair Frost?”
The guy reaches into the fan and hands Trixie a baby blue tee. Trixie stares at it.
Trixie Decker: “This shirt has his name but a picture of Elsa from ‘Frozen.’”
Shady Guy: “Kids fuckin’ love Elsa. Twenty-five bucks.”
Trixie throws the shirt back into the van.
Trixie Decker: “Morgan Payne?”
The man produces a shirt completely covered in pictures Morgan’s posted online as thirst traps. Trixie looks impressed.
Trixie Decker: “Honestly, that should be official merch. Got anything with Griffin on it?”
The man pulls out a Barbie doll dressed as Griffin Hawkins. Trixie smirks. He also pulls out a shirt with Griffin’s logo and a picture of a woman on it.
Trixie Decker: “That’s a young Heather Locklear.”
Shady Guy: “Naw, it’s Griffin. He’s just really pretty.”
Trixie Decker: “You are both wrong and not wrong.”
Trixie shoves the man aside and goes through his merch, cataloging it aloud.
Trixie Decker: “Thicc Attack shirt, but ‘Thicc’ is misspelled… Lilith Shirt but it’s covered in ‘My Little Pony’ smut you probably got off Newgrounds… a ‘Wrestle War XXX’ shirt, when there’s only been up to XX, but also covered in hardcore porn images with the faces of wrestlers superimposed.”
Shady Guy: “That’s a top seller.”
Trixie holds up a ‘Trixie Decker’ shirt, with her last name spelled as ‘Deckard’ and a picture of Crystal Hilton on the front.
Trixie Decker: “You’re not even fucking trying.”
The man becomes annoyed.
Shady Guy: “It’s women’s wrestling shit. No one fucking cares. Just put a hot girl on it with her tits out and it’s as good as anything else.”
Trixie’s stare lingers on the man for a moment before she looks back at all the bootleg merch.
Trixie Decker: “I’ll take it all.”
The man’s face lights up.
Shady Guy: “All of it? Shit, I gotta come up with a price if--”
Trixie grabs the man by the neckline of his shirt and yanks him closer.
Trixie Decker: “Oh, no. I’m not paying.”
The man looks ready to yell back but stops as he feels something uncomfortable. The tall, hulking shadow looms behind him. He looks back, then looks to Trixie. Trixie only smiles.
Trixie Decker: “But you are.”
Trixie hurls the man into the van. The large figure bolts in after him. Trixie hops in and shuts the doors behind them, after which the van begins to rock violently. The camera slowly fades out.
It fades back in on a family inside the arena at the concessions and souvenir booth. A little boy fumbles with a large pretzel while eyeing a Dane Preston action figure. He looks at the price and frowns, knowing he can’t afford it. Behind him, a voice speaks.
? ? ? ?: “Aw, cheer up, little guy.”
He turns to see Trixie, her hands behind her back.
Trixie Decker: “Today’s you’re lucky day. I’ve got some free Trixie Decker official merch for you.”
She pulls her hands in front of her, holding a necklace full of bloody teeth.
Trixie Decker: “And it’s limited edition. You’ll never find anything exactly like it again.”
The feed immediately cuts.
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Match #4/Singles
Kaya Parker vs. Jessi Ozborne
Darlyn Fajardo: The following contest…is scheduled for one fall!
Introducing first…representing The Queens of Chaos…from Montreal, Quebec, Canada…weighing in at 121 lbs…Jessi! O—
Before Darlyn can even finish her announcement, Kaya Parker rushes in from behind, dropping Ozborne on the ramp! Ozborne’s music comes to an abrupt halt as Parker mounts her and begins to lay punch after punch into her! She pulls Ozborne to her feet, looking to throw her into the ring! But Ozborne reverses, throwing Parker into the ring post instead! Ozborne removes her entrance jacket, watching as Parker pulls herself up against the barricade before running and nailing her with a Knee Lift! Ozborne now looks to throw Parker back into the ring, only for Parker to turn the tables by throwing Ozborne chest first into the apron! She fixes her into position, before dropping her against the barricade with a German Suplex!
Nick Hanson: This is absolutely brutal, guys! These two are looking to end each other’s night before the bell even has a chance to ring!
Olivia Mayfaire: One would have to expect this given their history! At this point, it’s hard to tell if they care more about the victory or about hurting each other!
Parker throws Ozborne into the ring, sliding in herself for the match to officially begin!
~ DING DING DING ~
Parker stalks Ozborne in the corner, waiting for her to attempt to get up before rushing in and nailing her with a Big Boot! She dusts her hands off before the booing fans, laughing the whole way as she revels in what she’s done! She pulls Ozborne up to her feet, barely struggling to stay in this! Parker continues to mock her, pointing to her as she shouts to the crowd and mockingly throwing up the Too Sweet! She drags Ozborne to the corner now, driving her further and further against the turnbuckles with repeated stomps until the official steps in to stop her! Parker backs off, only to immediately get on Ozborne again as she pushes her up to the top rope!
Parker climbs up the ropes with Ozborne, looking to connect with a Superplex! But Ozborne fights back, driving Parker away with some well-placed shots to the temple before pushing down to the mat! She fully mounts the top turnbuckle now, leaping off and looking for a dive to Parker as she gets up! But Parker moves out of the way, causing Ozborne to tuck and roll forward on the mat! She gets to feet, looking to run back towards Parker, only to catch a Big Boot that turns her inside out! Parker immediately goes for the pin!
ONE…!
TWO…!
Kick out by Ozborne! Parker doesn’t even waste any time in looking to finish this one off, getting Ozborne up and looking for her signature Powerbomb Lungblower! But Ozborne reverses, slipping over Parker’s shoulder and taking her down to the mat for Sunset Flip Powerbomb! The two both make it up to their feet, with Ozborne immediately sending Parker over the ropes and out of the ring with a Clothesline! She hits the ropes now, coming back and dropping Parker with a Tope Con Hilo! She throws Parker back into the ring, waiting for her to get to her feet before going for the Bangarang! Parker gets out of the way to evade the Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick, before grabbing Ozborne from behind and dropping her with a Back Suplex! She follows up, rushing in on Ozborne as she attempts to get up with a Knee Strike! Pin by Parker!
ONE…!
TWO…!
THR-
Kick out by Ozborne! Parker is distraught now, not knowing what it’s gonna take to put Ozborne away at this point! She doesn’t let up on her however, getting her up and looking for Road to Dead Silence! Ozborne reverses the One Handed Electric Chair Driver however, taking Parker down to the mat with a Poisonrana instead! Parker attempts to get up, only for Ozborne to hit her with a Rude Awakening! Curb Stomp connects! Pin by Ozborne!
ONE…!
TWO…!
THREE!!
~ DING DING DING ~
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…JESSI…OZBORNE!!Nick Hanson: And Ozborne gets some penance after Parker spoiling her opportunity last week!
Olivia Mayfaire: Well earned, too!
Jim Reynolds: Yeah, well—
Olivia Mayfaire: Nobody cares what you think, Jim.
Winner: Jessi Ozborne
Result: Pinfall (Rude Awakening)
Result: Pinfall (Rude Awakening)
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Sanada: Cassandra… Cass… or whatever that bitch call herself but for me… Cass just annoying bitch who going to face another real women after she facing my best friend, Jordan Majors. I watch her retains the title once but I’m not going to let her doing it again. If it happening again it will be my worst mistake but you know? I won’t end up failure this time because I know when I step up against her I see her piss on her own pants as she really scare me like she see ghosts. See, I don’t know why I will fail when I facing her for her title… Just like after I win the Rumble I say I was coming for that title and especially against someone like her who try to have a big mouth against me try to make me piss off. It’s my time to shut Cassandra’s mouth up. Is she prove anything to me tonight? Right after her match? No, I didn’t see anything but cheaters name Cass Baumer. She not deserve that title at all. She not deserve even call herself a champion but it’s not too long when I’m coming for her title I’m really coming for take that title away from her.
Sanada: Cass… I know you hear me now… I know I’m rent in your fucking head right now. You already know I’m coming for your title but I doubt in you I doubt if you are really ready for me. I smell your fear when you see me, Cass. You really worry when you know I’m your next challenger. If you think I am tag team specialist I will make you learning in a hard way I will make you know that I’m better than you in every way and you are nothing but useless stupid bitch, Cass. I don’t care if you have any excuses after lost your title to me but you can starting to counts the days now because not have much time left for you with your title. When our match come you will defeated against me. And when the bell ring that being sound of my ultimate victory against you, Cass. Prepare yourself now I want to see your tears when I beat you I want to see you shut your mouth I want to see everything you did coming to an end when I was the one who strip that title away from you. Prepare yourself, Cass.
Sanada finished her words and she sitting in silence just staring right into the camera before the camera cut to elsewhere again.
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Main Event/Singles
Risa Lemon vs. Johnny Towers
Darlyn Fajardo: And now, for our main event. Coming first to the ring, standing at five feet and one hundred fifteen pounds… hailing from Chicago, Illinois… she is the Queen of Bows… RISA LEMON!!The lights in the arena go dark momentarily before a blinding spotlight hits the stage. A figure steps into the lit circle as "KARATE" by BABYMETAL begins. When the music kicks in, the lights come up and the spotlight goes off as a roaring neon tiger swipes its paw across the screen to reveal the words RISA LEMON!
Risa poses for the audience as she removes the neon colored tiger mask slowly from her face, a grin on her lips as she makes her way down the ramp, high fiving fans, signing signs, and she even stops for a selfie or two.
Once she gets to ringside she runs a lap around the ring, slapping the outstretched palms of everyone in reach before stopping in front of a child, and putting her entrance mask on them.
The Diminutive Dynamo leaps onto the apron, kneeling with one leg outstretched, turning to wink at the camera before rolling in through the middle and bottom ropes. She gets to her feet facing away from the hard cam, but she looks over her shoulder with a smirk and a wink as rainbow pyro bursts from the corners!
She spins in place, blowing a kiss to the camera before proceeding to her corner to remove her entrance gear before the match begins.
Darlyn Fajardo: And her opponent, standing at six feet and two hundred forty pounds… hailing from London, England… he is the Ultraviolent Anarchist… JOHNNY F’N TOWERS!!
Suddenly the lights go out and a voice is heard over the speakers.
CHAOS!
DISORDER!
ANARCHY!
NOW THATS FUN!
The light burst back on as "Chaos is my life" by "The Exploited" Blasts out of the speakers and a spotlight goes out to the crowd showing Johnny towers walking through the crowd to the ring the fans scattering out of the way to avoid him as he walks through. Not taking his time he gets to the barricade leaping over to the ringside area taking a moment to stare at the ring.
Johnny looks back to the fans and spots a young girl holding a sign that says, “You’re still super to me, Risa!” The little girl is wearing Risa’s first Super Tiger t-shirt and holding a home-made Super Tiger ragdoll. Johnny offers a cruel smirk as he strides towards her. In the ring, Risa stands to attention and watches Johnny carefully.
Johnny yanks the sign from the little girl and eyes it. He turns to Risa and mockingly “awes” at the cuteness, before turning back to the little girl.
Johnny F’n Towers: That’s so cute, moppet. It really is.
He leans closer to the child, putting his face in hers. The camera captures the child’s absolute fear at the looming man invading her space.
Johnny F’n Towers: But didn’t you hear? She stopped doing that. She did a whole thing on it. The mask is gone. Super Tiger’s dead.
The little girl chokes up at a mix of Johnny’s words and his presence. Johnny leans even closer.
Johnny F’n Towers: She gave up on you.
He tears the sign in half, then takes the doll from the girl’s hands. In a flick of the wrist, Johnny rips the doll’s head off and throws it in the child’s face. In the ring, Risa’s eyes burn with rage as she throws herself against cables and hurls herself forwards. She races across the ring and launches herself, soaring between the ropes. The little girl, seeing Risa incoming, bolts out of the way. Johnny, still only watching her, looks confused.
His confusion is cleared up as the Queen of Bows spears Johnny in the back and slams him into the barricade. The bell rings because, honestly, the time keeper just accepts this is the match’s start.
~DING DING DING~
Risa peppers Johnny with a series of forearm smashes into his back and the side of his head. For his part, Towers staggers to stand up and fend off the attacks. But once he does, he rocks Risa with an uppercut that sends her backwards. Before she’s out of reachs, Johnny grabs her by the head and pulls her into a few face punches, then rolls her into the ring.
Johnny dives into the ring behind Risa, circling her as she goes to get up. A kick the ribs from the larger man brings out a cry of pain. More importantly, it rolls Risa onto her back. Johnny stands on her hair and reaches down, grabbing her wrists and crossing her arms. He pulls Risa’s limbs upwards as the referee admonishes Johnny for stepping on her hair. When the referee gets to three, Risa manages to kick up a foot and jab Johnny in the chest. He releases the hold less out of pain and more out of shock.
Risa kips up and turns towards Johnny, but the Anarchist grabs her by the tresses at the top of her head. Risa grabs the arm attached to her and yanks down on the elbow, pulling Johnny closer. As Johnny fumbles forwards, Risa open-palm strikes Johnny in the nose. Johnny yelps and releases her. Risa thanks him with a standing dropkick that knocks Towers back.
The two angrily circle each other, sizing each other up. Towers knows he needs to make good on his public assurance his 2024 will start by making Risa into a bloody example. Risa just needs to make an example of Johnny for the sheer disrespect to herself and her fans. The two bolt forward, locking up at the collar. But Johnny is just so much larger than Risa he can’t help but back her up to the ropes. He clamps a hand on Risa’s throat and squeezes to the panicked dismay of the referee. As he chokes her against the ropes, Johnny begins pounding punches into Risa’s stomach and sternum. At the referee’s four, Johnny slaps Risa across the face then cups her behind the head and hurls her forward to the mat. The official scolds Johnny but he couldn’t care less.
Towers sits on Risa’s back and hooks his fingers into her mouth. Cranking Risa backwards in a camel clutch, he rakes his nails inside her mouth. The Queen of Bows flails as her back screams out and her mouth fills with a coppery flavor. The referee checks for submission but Towers only rests his full weight in her back. To him, it’s obvious if he does this long enough, the pipsqueak will have no choice to give up eventually.
Risa palms the mat and puts all of her strength into pushing off of it, slowly raising her back. Johnny rises, then drops his weight down to flatten her out. Risa palms the mat again and slowly pushes up. This time, Johnny pulls his fingers from her mouth and punches Risa in the crown, dropping her. He rolls her over and goes for a pin.
One…
Two…
Thr--
The Anarchist feels himself rise as Risa arches up, then lets out a long, angry howl. He does not have a chance to full react before Risa pulls her feet to her chest and stomps Towers, full force, in a heart stomp. Risa kips up to her feet before slamming a roundhouse kick to Johnny’s right temple. She slams another to his left then leaps forward, slamming her forehead into Johnny’s. The Anarchist falls backwards and Risa falls on him for a pin, but Johnny grabs a nearby bottom rope.
Risa pulls Johnny up and slings him to the ropes. The Brit hits the cables but flips over them, landing on his feet on the skirt. Risa throws herself backwards into the ropes, catapulting herself at Johnny. But as she leaps to spear him, Towers steps to the side and lets her fly through the ropes and slam into the barricade. Towers jumps off the ring skirt, landing with both feet in his opponent’s back.
Getting off Risa, he grabs her around the waist and suplexes her backwards. Risa’s head and shoulders bang off the ring skirt before he dumps her to the ground. He drops next to her, grabbing her right arm and lacing it between his legs. Stomping his feet against Risa’s ribs, Johnny pulls on the limb and twists it – going so far as to bend her digits in painful directions. Looking up at the ring, he sees the referee has reached “five.”
Stomping Risa in the ribs once more, he gets up, rolls into the ring, and rolls right back out. He walks over to the steel steps and lifts them up. Returning to Risa, Johnny brings them down, but Lemon puts her feet up and stops the weapon. With a thrust, she slams the steps back into Johnny’s face. The sharp edge bites into his forehead. Hooking her feet in between Johnny’s, Risa manages to yank Towers’ feet from under him and he falls backwards, his head banging off the floor. Seeing he’s stunned, Risa rolls back into the rings and scales the closest ring post.
Johnny pushes himself up to his feet, wobbling as he wipes blood from his forehead. He looks around but doesn’t see his prey. He looks to the fans and realizes their eyes are cast upward. He looks in the direction they are and sees Risa leaping off the ring post towards him. He doesn’t have a chance to move out of the way of Risa’s Swan Song, a shooting star DDT. Johnny’s face meets the floor at full speed.
Johnny’s body shudders as he falls, limp. Risa struggles as she heaves the larger fighter up and rolls him into the ring. She follows suit and drapes herself across Towers in a pin.
One…
Two…
THREE!
Darlyn Fajardo: Your winner by pinfall… RISA LEMON!!
Risa pushes off the Anarchist, still glaring down at him as his fluttering eyes take in nothing but the lights above. She allows the referee to raise her arm before sliding from the ring and approaching the child Johnny intimidated pre-match. She leans across the barricade, hugging the little girl, then pulls her bow from her hair. Taking a sharpie from a fan, Risa autographs is and hands it to the little girl. Giving the fan one more hug, Risa leaves ringside just as Johnny begins to stir.
The referee leans over Johnny to check on him but the Brit shoves him away. Realizing what happened. Johnny angrily punches the canvas before leaving the ring. He glares at the little fan, clutching Risa’s bow, before kicking the barricade as hard as he can and storming up the ramp.
Winner: Risa Lemon
Result: Pinfall (Swan Song)
Result: Pinfall (Swan Song)
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