Post by Jessica Morian, Collision GM on Mar 26, 2024 13:28:45 GMT -8
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She’d been keeping her eyes said person for a little while now. When she reached the area she was looking for, she came to a stop and knocked on the door. There were a few more knocks but Chris isn’t in his room. He was heading down the hallway as he saw her standing there knocking on his door. He was wearing a black leather jacket, black shirt, black loose-fitting jeans, black sneakers, and black tinted shades on his face.
Chris Matthews: Just letting you know that I’m not in my locker room. So, who are you and what do you want?
When Raseri heard his voice coming from down the hallway, she turned and tilted her head slightly before straightening up and heading towards him.
Raseri: Mister Matthews.
She started.
Raseri: I’m Shanna. Though, you knew that.
She leaned back against the wall, lifted a foot up to plant against the wall and crossed her arms. Not in an intimidating manner. One that spoke of being overly… tranquil.
Raseri: I wanted to meet with you, Mister Matthews. And make you an offer…
Chris Matthews: An offer?
As he takes off his shades and puts it on the table right against his locker room. He moves towards her as he wants to know what offer that she dares offer him. He moved closer as he was almost smelling her perfume.
Chris Matthews: So, tell me, Shanna, what kind of offer are you offering me? Cause this is the first time someone even bothers to come offering anything to me.
Raseri smiled at him and turned to look to her left. Up-nodding towards a woman with black and green hair. The woman stepped forward holding something in her hand. Raseri nodded towards the woman.
Raseri: First, I’d like for you to meet Nyxx…
The woman nodded lightly to him.
Raseri: And secondly… Tell me what you know about the Wolves of Odinn.
He looks up and gives a slight nod towards Nyxx before looking back at Raseri.
Chris Matthews: Not much. All I hear about them is that they are nothing but a bunch of thugs that need a good ass kicking. But that's just through the grapevine is all I really hear. Why do you ask?
In his time, he has heard about a lot of Wolves of whatever. It wasn’t too much of a surprise to hear more about them.
Chris Matthews: But other than what I hear from the stories, nothing else. Course, when I am outside and hear things around the city, I hear people saying that they’re always looking for members. But it seems like it’s a hush hush situation. But I guess what they say is just writing on the wall.
Both Raseri and Nyxx laughed when he heard the term “thugs”. Then Raseri shrugged a single shoulder.
Raseri: I mean, I welcome people to try. But…
She pushed up off the wall and held her hand out to Nyxx.
Raseri: We’re bikers, not thugs. And we would like to invite you to prospect in with us.
Nyxx then handed Raseri the cut and Raseri held it up.
Raseri: And, you pretty much have your choice of where you want to call home. All the other details, we can go over after the show tonight.
He raised an eyebrow trying to think about everything that she said. Sure, Chris has a motorcycle and rides it around his city in Grand Rapid, Michigan. But he wasn’t sure what to say or what to think right now.
Chris Matthews: Me? A prospect? Why? I’m not special in any way to be part of any biker gang. I mean, sure, I have a motorcycle that I drive around back in Grand Rapids, but that’s it. But before we have more of a talk, why me? What makes me so special about being part of the Wolves of Odinn?
Raseri turned back to Nyxx and the, much shorter, woman handed her a file folder. Raseri then turned and handed it to Chris.
Raseri: I think this will answer that question for you.
And then she resumed her lean against the wall and waited. He grabs the folder and opens it. He saw a paper and it was everything about him. He looked at her as he wanted to know how she got all this information.
Chris Matthews: How did you get this, Raseri? How do you know so much about me?
He put the paper back in the folder and leaned forward. Putting his hands on the wall to basically keep her trapped until she answers.
Chris Matthews: Go on and speak. I’m really dying to understand how you know so much about me and I know nothing about you. Do you have people spying on me or did you get this from a source that you know? Because I can promise you that nobody knows my story.
When he put his arms on either side of her head, she looked at each arm and then back to him.
Raseri: Think about what I’m offering you. Think about what I’m inviting you into. And then you will have answered your own question. As for the how…
All she did was shrug nonchalantly.
Chris Matthews: Fine. I’ll think about your offer. But I have other things to do tonight.
He moves back as he turns to get his shades and enters his locker room where he shuts the door leaving Raseri and Nyxx outside.
Nyxx looked up to Raseri and signed to her.
NYXX: Think he’ll join?
Raseri looked at Nyxx and shrugged. She stopped walking for a moment, got a look on her face as she pondered something then started walking again. A huge smile on her face.
Raseri: Yeah. Yeah, I think he will.
And then off they walked.
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Risa Lemon: Helloooooo NFW Universe!
The crowd pops, and the Silver Mountain Champion puts a hand to her ear, nodding as the building practically rumbles with the attending fans' cheers of approval.
Risa Lemon: While my last defense didn’t go exactly as I wanted it to-
The crowd boos loudly, and Risa nods, a sad look on her face.
Risa Lemon: I know, I know. But don’t worry! I’m sure Sanada will get her revenge! Anyway, onto the reason we’re here.
She turns to the wheel, putting a hand on the side, patting the faceplate of the Silver Mountain Championship around her waist.
Risa Lemon: It’s time to see what kind of match my next challenger and I will be having in my next super awesome championship defense!
Risa reaches up as high as she can, grabbing the wheel and giving it a spin with a loud grunt. The wheel clicks and clacks as it spins, and the champion bites her lip, barely able to contain her excitement as it spins. As it slows, the needle clicks with each slot before the wheel comes to a stop and Risa gasps.
Risa Lemon: Well… this is a surprise! A match type that I have personally never wrestled in!
The Queen of Bows moves out of the way of the wheel to reveal that the pointer has landed on…
Risa Lemon: A Strap Match! Oh this is gonna be super fun! Me and my opponent are attached to opposite ends of a leather strap so we can’t get too far away from each other. The winner is the first person to get a pinfall or submission!
Risa giggles, jumping up and down in place, unable to contain herself anymore.
Risa Lemon: The idea of wrestling in a match type I’ve never been in has me so excited! Well you heard it here first NFW Universe. Stay tuned so you know exactly when my next defense will be! Until then? Hairbows and Elbows! Let’s do this thing! See you next time!
She waves excitedly the entire time the camera backs away before fading to black.
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Match #1/Singles
Austin Ramsey vs. Azurine Vebbins
The match begins, and Austin and Azurine come out of their corners, circling each other in the center of the ring. Ramsey comes in, looking for a quick clothesline, but Vebbins twirls out of the way, cartwheeling to the opposite corner before striking a pose by lying across the top of the turnbuckle. Austin shakes his head as Azurine gives a curtsy to the cheering crowd, blowing a kiss in the direction of a wolf whistle in the crowd. Ramsey has had enough of this, and as the Adorkable Angel comes out of the corner, he blasts her with an absolutely gruesome enzuigiri. Azurine practically being flipped inside out. Austin isn’t done there however, pulling Da Vivacious Variable up to her feet before slamming her back down to the mat with a cradle suplex, bridging into a pin almost immediately.
One!
Tw-
Tw-
Azurine kicks out before rising to her feet in a matrix pin escape. Austin looks at her perplexed, clearly surprised by this. Vebbins takes advantage of Ramsey’s confusion, hitting her opponent with a flurry of knee strikes to the chin. Clearly rocked, Austin rolls out onto the apron, breathing hard as he tries to regain some of his composure, but Azurine comes running in… only to get caught with a rising knee to knock her back. He grabs the top rope, springboarding off and landing to hit a hurricanrana to toss his opponent across the ring. Austin is up on his feet in a flash, rushing in, but Azzy quickly rolls him up in a schoolboy!
One!
Ramsey reverses!
One!
Azzy back on top!
One!
No! Now Austin is on top!
One!
Ramsey reverses!
One!
Azzy back on top!
One!
No! Now Austin is on top!
One!
Vebbins can’t reverse this time, so she just throws up a shoulder to break the count. Both competitors get back to their feet, staring one another down. Azzy dashes forward, slamming sharp, quick kicks into Austin’s thigh, looking to slow her opponent down. Ramsey catches her fifth kick, kicking Da Adorkable Angel in the hamstring before whipping her to the floor with a Dragon Screw. Austin goes for a standing moonsault, but Azzy gets her knees up! Ramsey grabs at his back, grimacing in pain, as Vebbins gets to her feet. Austin gets to his feet, still wincing, and turns around directly into the Pearly Gatekeeper! Azzy hooks the leg, putting all of her weight on Austin’s chest.
One!
Two!!
Three?!
Two!!
Three?!
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, AZURINE VEBBINS!
Yes! The referee calls for the bell! Austin had thrown his hand up to break the fall, but he was just a moment too late! The referee raises Azzy’s hand into the air, signaling her victory as Ramsey rolls out to the floor.
Winner: Azurine Vebbins
Result: Pinfall (Pearly Gatekeeper)
Result: Pinfall (Pearly Gatekeeper)
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Sanada: You asking for spotlight, you already got it, Sofia. But your timing is so fucking bad you know that, right? You didn’t know that you will going to play with fire and it will burn you alive and yeah you cost me twice and I’m not going to let you go easily you know that right, bitch? Because when you play with me I will got it back to you twice from what you did to me I mean you injured me maybe I will retire you but I didn’t say it will happening tonight because I’m enjoying to torturing both of your mentally and your soul I will making you broken and become poor Sofia Hilton. I’m not sure if you know me that much but when you want to play with me I welcome you to my hell and I will make you realize that you are not the same level with the Gift From God. And when you realize that you are battlefield against me it’s too late to running away from me. You used to hear it, right? Karma is bitch, Sofia. And when I standing here against you it’s will be your nightmare. And I’m going to let you leave the arena with the ambulance car.
Sanada said before she walks away from the camera to prepare for her upcoming match against her rival in Sofia Hilton. As she had a slight smirk on her face as she had all of confidence in this world against tonight's match.
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Match #2/Singles
Sofia Hilton vs. SANADA
After weeks of waiting, fans were set to see the showdown between Sofia Hilton and SANADA. Sofia entered the ring first, looking ready to fight as SANADA’s music hit and the woman known as the Gift From God made her way down to the ring. SANADA was only halfway to the ring, however, as she began removing her entrance gear and as soon as her robe left her body, she broke into a sprint towards the ring. As soon as she slid in, Sofia pounced on her like a cat, throwing wild punches. The referee tried to pull them apart so he could officially call for the bell but Sofia and SANADA shoved past him with Sofia backing SANADA into a corner with wild lefts and rights. Not for long, however, as SANADA reversed the position and pinned Sofia back, throwing knees and elbows. Chicago was going wild as the two women fought on until the referee was finally able to pull SANADA back and get the two separated. With a window of opportunity, Sofia looked on at her enraged opponent almost with the fear of God in her eyes as she seized the chance to roll out of the ring. Seeing this, SANADA shoved the official aside and made a break for Sofia. La Coneja saw the Dark Kitsune coming out of the ring and vaulted over the barricade, sprinting for the back. SANADA cleared the barricade like an Olympic athlete and gave chase with the crowd chanting.
Crowd: GET HER ‘NADA! GET HER ‘NADA! GET HER ‘NADA! GET HER ‘NADA!
Jim Reynolds: RUN SOFIA!! SHE’S CRAZY!!
Olivia Mayfaire: NAH, STOP FOR A BREATHER!! GET HER ‘NADA!!
Nick Hanson: SANADA’S GIVING CHASE TO SOFIA!! THIS MATCH MIGHT NOT HAPPEN BUT I THINK WE’RE GONNA HAVE A FIGHT ON OUR HANDS ALL THE SAME!!!
Olivia Mayfaire: I wanna see this!
Jim Reynolds: I don’t!
Nick Hanson: Duty obligations call for full coverage! Can we get a camera back there? I think– yes here we are!
The camera crew cut to the backstage section of the arena where a cameraman was already in hot pursuit of SANADA and Sofia. By the time the crew caught up with them, they were already entering the indoor parking lot for talent. Sofia could be heard yelling to her husband, Brayden Hilton.
Sofia Hilton: BRAYDEN!!!! START THE CAR!! START THE FUCKING CAR!!
In the distance, up ahead of her, Brayden Hillton could be seen leaning on the trunk of a car and springing into action, jumping into the driver’s seat and firing up the engine. Sofia reached the passenger side and started pulling on the door handle.
Sofia Hilton: OPEN THE DOOR!!!! BRAYDEN!!
Brayden could be seen fumbling inside the car before Sofia finally got the door open, jumped in and slammed it shut just as SANADA reached the vehicle. She grabbed onto the door handle and started to open the door again as the tires start burning out before the car peels off, heading out of the parking lot, causing SANADA to stumble forward onto the floor. She lifted her head, watching as the car sped off; the camera panning around to get a shot of her face as the rage can be seen boiling over. Slowly, SANADA rose to her feet and finally let out a thunderous…
SANADA: FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK!!!!!
Members of the crew backstage caught up to the scene, checking to make sure she was alright but SANADA just waved them off and stormed back towards the locker rooms.
Jim Reynolds: Thank God, she got away!
Olivia Mayfaire: She can’t run forever!
Jim Reynolds: That crazy woman there needs to take a chill pill!!
Nick Hanson: I’m sure our General Manager will have something to say about this.
Jim Reynolds: Recommending anger management for SANADA, hopefully.
Olivia Mayfaire: Oh, shut up Jim!
Winner: N/A
Result: No Contest
Result: No Contest
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Tanja Devereaux: Our time on Collision has been very limited since the new year we admit but we are ashamed from what we have seen so far. When we came from Trauma with the Event Horizon championship, we were expecting a long line of people to challenge us. So far there has been very little from those who would look to expand their chances to get a new accolade.
The Cajun leaned back to a duffle bag that she was carrying with her that contained her gear and other wrestling related items. She pulled out the Event Horizon title and placed it in her lap along with some special protective charms on the belt.
Tanja Devereaux: Mr. Matthews has made it clear he has wanted a chance to come after us should we have defeated Abigail not that long ago. We know that he wants to prove he still has it in him by making us pay attention to him after we called him but no one else has stepped forward.
Tanja shook her head in disappointment from the current events and she needed to get the proverbial sticks out of people’s asses for it.
Tanja Devereaux: The members of the Collision roster will need to pay attention to March Mayhem in order for them to be reminded of what is expected of them whenever they come after us. We are looking for a challenge and we love the unexpected challenges like our challenge at March Mayhem.
Tanja patted the Event Horizon title before placing it into her duffle bag. She grabbed her bags and was seen leaving.
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Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing here with Lluvia Salvatore. Lluvia, last week we saw you go against Kaya Parker for the Zion Gateway Championship. It was an excellent match, but we saw Cassie Quinn involve herself at the end. Do you have any insight into why she did so?
Lluvia shook her head, letting out a scoff at the question.
Lluvia Salvatore: You want to know why she did this? Well…let me show you something from catering last week. If I may?
Lluvia pointed to the screen that was behind them as a video queued up. It was easy to tell who was who in it thanks to the excellent quality of the cameras around the arena.
We cut backstage to the catering area of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Coliseum. There we see all the lovely enhancement talent who get thrown around for all the entertainment and none of the glory politely chatting with one another. They enjoy their food in peace, unbothered by anyone. This is until, of course, someone disturbs that peace…and who else would come and disturb someone’s meal, but a Rat?
Cassie Quinn: Alright, who’s getting their shit pushed in first?
The jobbers all groan in unison, with one even throwing their fork down on their plate in disgust, almost as if this is a weekly occurrence for them. See, this may surprise some given her positive demeanor and overall stand up personality, but Cassie Quinn has developed somewhat of a reputation of being a backstage bully. We will now give you some time to recover from hearing such earth-shattering news…
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Back to our story.
Cassie Quinn: You guys don’t look too happy to see me! What’d I miss?
Cassie walks up to Jason Grey, pointing to a plate of food in front of him.
Cassie Quinn: This your plate?
Jason reluctantly nods, prompting Cassie to knock the plate and all of its contents onto the floor.
Cassie Quinn: Pick it up, fuckhead.
She then scrolls over to The Soz, who’s getting himself some food at that moment. Cassie get’s right into his face as she barks into it.
Cassie Quinn: You gonna go ahead and fix me a plate or what?
Not wanting any trouble, Soz shuffles to start putting food on the plate that was originally supposed to be his.
Cassie Quinn: Yeah, that’s right. Let me have some of that turkey. A little bit of that mac and cheese. Gimme some of them peas, I’ve had peas before.
The Soz finishes making the plate, going to hand it over to Cassie.
Cassie Quinn: Oh thank yo—WHOOPS!
Cassie reaches out for the plate, only to really smack it out of Soz’s hand and into his shirt instead.
Cassie Quinn: You gonna clean yourself up or what? You look disgusting, but then again you always do!
Cassie laughs to herself. Just then someone cleared their throat, and the camera panned out to see Lluvia Salvatore with a grimace on her face.
Lluvia Salvatore: Do you get off on tormenting these guys or something? They’re not your circus clowns.
Lluvia folded her arms as she looked at Cassie, shaking her head a little as she did. Despite not having anything to do with the woman, she had been paying attention to what had been going on over recent weeks. And it wasn’t a secret that Lluvia would stand up to others when it was needed…it was something that she had always done.
Lluvia Salvatore: Guys, head on out and get cleaned up. Don’t listen to the wannabe big, bad bitch; she’s just trying to get under your skin.
Lluvia watched as Soz and the others took a glance at Cassie then walked off like Lluvia had told them to do. Salvatore gave Quinn a look, shaking her head again before grabbing a bottle of water then walking out of catering to finish getting ready for her match.
Cassie Quinn: Alright, who’s getting their shit pushed in first?
The jobbers all groan in unison, with one even throwing their fork down on their plate in disgust, almost as if this is a weekly occurrence for them. See, this may surprise some given her positive demeanor and overall stand up personality, but Cassie Quinn has developed somewhat of a reputation of being a backstage bully. We will now give you some time to recover from hearing such earth-shattering news…
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Back to our story.
Cassie Quinn: You guys don’t look too happy to see me! What’d I miss?
Cassie walks up to Jason Grey, pointing to a plate of food in front of him.
Cassie Quinn: This your plate?
Jason reluctantly nods, prompting Cassie to knock the plate and all of its contents onto the floor.
Cassie Quinn: Pick it up, fuckhead.
She then scrolls over to The Soz, who’s getting himself some food at that moment. Cassie get’s right into his face as she barks into it.
Cassie Quinn: You gonna go ahead and fix me a plate or what?
Not wanting any trouble, Soz shuffles to start putting food on the plate that was originally supposed to be his.
Cassie Quinn: Yeah, that’s right. Let me have some of that turkey. A little bit of that mac and cheese. Gimme some of them peas, I’ve had peas before.
The Soz finishes making the plate, going to hand it over to Cassie.
Cassie Quinn: Oh thank yo—WHOOPS!
Cassie reaches out for the plate, only to really smack it out of Soz’s hand and into his shirt instead.
Cassie Quinn: You gonna clean yourself up or what? You look disgusting, but then again you always do!
Cassie laughs to herself. Just then someone cleared their throat, and the camera panned out to see Lluvia Salvatore with a grimace on her face.
Lluvia Salvatore: Do you get off on tormenting these guys or something? They’re not your circus clowns.
Lluvia folded her arms as she looked at Cassie, shaking her head a little as she did. Despite not having anything to do with the woman, she had been paying attention to what had been going on over recent weeks. And it wasn’t a secret that Lluvia would stand up to others when it was needed…it was something that she had always done.
Lluvia Salvatore: Guys, head on out and get cleaned up. Don’t listen to the wannabe big, bad bitch; she’s just trying to get under your skin.
Lluvia watched as Soz and the others took a glance at Cassie then walked off like Lluvia had told them to do. Salvatore gave Quinn a look, shaking her head again before grabbing a bottle of water then walking out of catering to finish getting ready for her match.
Lluvia turned away from the screen, rolling her eyes at the brief interaction while she waited for Josh. She looked over at him and saw that he was a little surprised at all of.
Lluvia Salvatore: Why don’t you just let me finish handling this Josh? I’m not sure what other questions you may have that I won’t cover as it is.
Davidson nodded before handing the microphone over to Salvatore before stepping out of the view of the camera. There was a frustrated look on Lluvia’s face as she brought the microphone up.
Lluvia Salvatore: So because I stood up to you and told you off for terrorizing the guys in catering, you decided to cost me a title match, huh? Did you think that I would just let it go? That I’m some pushover because I stand up for the others that won’t do it for themselves?
Salvatore shook her head, the frustration turning to anger as she continued.
Lluvia Salvatore: I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy watching Jordan put you in your place, but it’s going to be so much better when I get to do it myself. I may be nice to everyone, but that doesn’t mean I won’t kick your ass if it comes down to it.
Lluvia ran a hand through her long hair before she looked back towards the camera and raised the microphone again.
Lluvia Salvatore: You messed with the wrong woman, Cassie. You want to act like such a big, bad bitch? I’m going to show you what one really is when I get my hands on you! You got involved in MY business! You cost me a title! And YOU are going to pay for that! I don’t care when; I don’t care how, but I WILL get my hands on you one way or another!
With that, Lluvia started walking off in a huff, shoving the microphone into Davidson’s chest as she did. The camera followed her until she walked out of view, the scene fading out once she was gone.
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Nick Hanson: I’m surprised this guy is even allowed to show up after what he did last week, guys.
Jim Reynolds: Oh come on, Nick! We have people on this roster who have done way worse!
Olivia Mayfaire: Maybe so but regardless, no matter how you personally feel about Johnny Towers… Killian crossed the line last week.
Oliver then slowly raises the microphone up to his lips as “Break Stuff” fades out.
Killian Oliver: That’s what happens… when you mess with someone like me…
The Washington native strokes his free hand down his face.
Killian Oliver: And all of this could have been avoided… if you had just accepted that I didn’t want to team up with you all those weeks ago. You did this to yourself, Johnny… it’s as simple as that…
Oliver shakes his head.
Killian Oliver: I hope your missus passed on the message I sent her over social media… about you not setting foot back in NFW… because quite frankly? If I catch a glimpse of that moronic face of yours… with your stupid mohawk and terrible fashion sense in this building ever again? I’ll be honest, I’m likely going to end up in jail for what I do to you. And that’s not a threat… that’s a damn prom--
All of a sudden, a huge explosion of pyro goes off on the stage which causes Oliver to drop his microphone and briefly fall to the floor in shock.
Nick Hanson: What the Hell?!
Jim Reynolds: Did the pyrotechnics guy get trigger happy or something?!
Olivia Mayfaire: I fear for whoever was responsible for this!
The Washington native is pissed as he quickly gets to his feet and he begins yelling over at the pyrotechnics table… however he suddenly stops yelling and his jaw almost hits the floor. The camera then catches a glimpse of who it is at the pyrotechnics table, and it’s none other than Johnny Towers!
Nick Hanson: What?! How?!
Jim Reynolds: Can anything stop this guy?!
Olivia Mayfaire: I have no idea, Jim!
Oliver then begins to storm over towards Towers, mouthing off at him while Towers makes his way towards Oliver, also mouthing off at him. As soon as the two rivals are within reach of each other, they begin blasting each other with haymakers at a crazy speed which eventually results in both of them being busted open.
Nick Hanson: These two are going to kill each other!
Jim Reynolds: You’re not wrong!
Olivia Mayfaire: This is insane!
After a few moments of these two men slugging it out with each other, Towers then pokes Oliver in the eyes temporarily blinding him long enough so The Ultraviolent Anarchist can reach into his pocket and puts a pair of brass knuckles onto his hand and as soon as Oliver removes his hands from his face, Towers blasts him in the face which sends the Washington native flying off the stage and he crashes into the pyrotechnics area as sparks and small explosions go off where Oliver landed.
Nick Hanson: Good God!
Jim Reynolds: Did that really just happen?!
Olivia Mayfaire: Is he okay?!
EMT’s, officials and security rush out onto the scene, a couple of the EMT’s rolling a stretcher over to the carnage while Towers just looks down at the carnage below him and he simply just shrugs as Collision General Manager, Jessica Clarkson-Morian yells at him to get to the back as we abruptly cut elsewhere.
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Match #3/Fatal Fourway
Christina Olson vs. Keiji Sugiwara vs. Jordan Majors vs. Priscilla White
Keiji Sugiwara, Christina Olson, Priscilla White and Jordan Majors watch each other carefully as the referee checks each of them. Finally, he steps away and signals to the time keeper and the bells sounds.
All four fighters rush at each other, with Christina launching in a spear and knocks Priscilla backwards a few feet. Jordan and Keiji meet in the center of the ring and being exchanging blows – first chop for chop, then forearm for forearm. Jordan throws a final fist at Keiji, but he catches her arm and twists it, folding the blonde downwards as he twists the arm behind her back. Keiji begins a rapid series of kneelifts into Jordan’s face before driving an elbow into the back of her head. Jordan’s legs buckle but she catches herself. Instead, Majors grabs the leg supporting Keiji and yanks it from under him.
While this is all occurring, Christina has straddled Priscilla’s torso and is pounding a fist into White’s face. Priscilla puts her arms up to cover her face but the Firestarter beings slamming the hits onto the side of the Prophet’s head. Christina grabs Priscilla by the jawline and begins to pull her up to her feet. Christina goes to whip Priscilla, but White reverses and pulls Christina into a boot to the midsection. Then, grabbing Christina’s head and turning, Priscilla drops the redhead with a stunner. Immediately, she attempts a fast roll-up on Christina.
But, unfortunately for Priscilla, Jordan, who was working over Keiji’s leg, saw everything and abandons him to drop a double axe handle onto the Prophet’s back before even getting a one. Priscilla sits up, glaring at Jordan – but Majors aims a kick at White’s skull. Priscilla manages to drop before the foot slams the sense out of her, then jumps up and throws herself onto Jordan, grabbing her by the tresses and swinging Jordan around before slinging her into a corner. Priscilla races at Jordan and attempts to stomp her face in, but Tomorrow’s Star rolls to the side and Prsicilla stomps the unyielding ring post instead. She hops back, clutching her lower right leg, Jordan gets up and rushes at her. Jordan rams a foot into Priscilla’s chest, knocking her down and starts ground-pounding her.
While the two struggle, Keiji and Christina are slowly getting to their feet. Seeing Jordan and Priscilla trying to murder each other, then exchange glances. The two slowly circle before Keiji extends a hand. An honorably warrior herself, Christina takes Keiji’s hand and shakes. The two then break, circle more, and lock up at the shoulders. Keiji gains advantage and slowly pushes Christina down slowly to a crouch before slinging the redhead to the ropes. On a rebound, Keiji sends a kick at Christina’s stomach. The Firestarter leaps over the kick, lands in a roll, and pops up and throws herself into the cables in front of her. Bouncing off them, Christina hurls herself to Keiji in a crossbody but he catches her and drops her ribs across an outstretched knee before dumping her to the mat. He rolls Christina onto her stomach and pulls her into a Boston crab. The referee drops and checks for submission.
Behind them, Jordan has lifted and dropped Priscilla in a vertical suplex. She goes to grab Priscilla but the Prophet rolls from the ring. That’s when Jordan notices Keiji and the submission hold he has on Christina. Jordan immediately lariats him from behind. Keiji slams face-first into the mat. Christina rolls to her side and gets up as Jordan bends down and grabs Keiji by the arm. Christina grabs his other arm and pulls the Last Emperor up before the two launch him to the ropes. They attempt to greet him each with a kick to his face but Keiji ducks them with a forward roll. He jumps up and whips himself off the ropes, leaping and clotheslining both women.
Keiji runs up the ropes in front of him and flips backwards, aiming a moonsault at Jordan and Christina. Both women roll in opposite directions as the Emperor slams into the mat, immediately rolling onto his side and clutching his chest in pain. Jordan gets up and goes over to Keiji to grab at him but Christina slams into her with a shoulder block. Jordan takes a wild swing at her but Christina raises an arm to block it, countering with an uppercut. Jordan stumbles backwards but Christina grabs her under the jaw, lifts her up, and gives her an over-the-knee backbreaker. Christina attempts to hold the backbreaker, pushing Jordan down more, but submission isn’t her usual focus and she seems to have trouble keeping Jordan in place. Majors slams her palm up into Christina’s face and Olson drops her. Jordan rolls over, catching herself on her hands and feet. Christina gets up and kicks Jordan in the ribs, flipping her onto her back. Christina jumps over her and runs to the corner. She climbs the corner as Jordan rises. Christina leaps off the top turnbuckle, driving Jordan to the mat with a meteora. Jordan collapses under the attack and Christina goes for a cover.
One…
Two…
T–
Two…
T–
And with that, Christina vanishes from the ring. The referee looks confused. Jordan throws a shoulder up then realizes no one is on top of her, looking around confused. And outside the ring, Christina looks around, confused at how she got there.
And then Priscilla, having pulled her from the ring by her ankles, spins Christina around and cocks her across the face with a phone she yanked from a fan in the audience. Bits of glass explode across the Firestarter’s face, scratching her up and causing drops of blood. Christina rubs her face and stares at the blood in disbelief. Priscilla attempts smash the phone in the side of Christina’s head, but Olson steps back and catches her wrist. Christina twists the arm until Priscilla drops the device. The Firestarter pivots and sends the Prophet into the barricade. Priscilla catches the barrier in the gut as Christina raises a boot and stomps Priscilla’s back, letting the barricade push the air from her. Christina grabs Priscilla’s hair and yanks back, throwing Priscilla to the floor.
In the ring, both Jordan and Keiji are up. They run at each other, but Jordan grabs the man’s arm and slings him into a corner face-first before racing after him. Keiji catches himself and uses the top rope to jump up and backwards. At the same time, Jordan hits the turnbuckles, bounce back, and turns – just in time for Keiji to land on her shoulders and send Jordan over in an inverted Frankensteiner. Jordan hits the canvas hard. Keiji immediately jumps up and drops an elbow onto Jordan, hitting her in the throat. Immediately, Keiji folds Jordan in a matchbook pin.
One…
Tw–
Tw–
And somehow, Jordan bucks up a shoulder.
This catches the attention of Christina outside the ring. The Firestarter sends a final kick into Priscilla’s side before moving to the ring. But as she starts to climb the skirt Priscilla gets up and rushes at her, grabbing Christina by the side and lifting her from the mat and running at the ring steps. Priscilla drops Christina, head first, onto the steel steps before giving her a few face stomps.
In the ring, Keiji and Jordan are up and circling. Keiji rushes are her, missing a clothesline. When he hits the ropes, Keiji leaps backwards at Jordan, who manages to sidestep his moonsault. He starts to get up but Jordan drops to a knee on the back of his head before moving to the corner and climbing the ringpost.
Jordan leaps lands on Keiji with her finisher, Money Drop. The moonsault double-stomp knocks all sense out of the man and Jordan looks to go for a pin but before she can, Priscilla slams a superkick to the base of Jordan’s skull. The blonde drops to in a heap and Priscilla kicks her out of the way, dropping across Keiji and folding him up for a pin.
One…
Two…
Two…
Jordan comes to as the referee counts, lunging at Priscilla…
THREE!
… a second too late.
Darlyn Fajardo: Your winner by pinfall… PRISCILLA WHITE!!
Priscilla rises, letting the official raises her arm. Jordan Majors angrily pounds her fist on the canvas as Keiji stirs. Priscilla strides over to Jordan and says something not picked up by the mics, but immediately Jordan sees red and stands up. The two women get into each other’s faces, exchanging insults while Christina, having finally pulled herself together, pulls herself back into the ring and stumbles over to Keiji, helping the man up.
When it looks like Jordan and Priscilla are about to come to blows, the referee forces himself between the two women and yells to the time keeper to get security to the ring. Priscilla merely smirks and backs up, holding her fingers in a “W” formation, before pointing to the older three and holding up an “L”. Laughing, she leaves the ring while Jordan fumes and Christina and Keiji console her.
Winner: Priscilla White
Result: Pinfall
Result: Pinfall
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That is when Chris Matthews comes out wearing a black leather jacket, black shirt, loose fitting jeans, black sneakers, and black tinted shades on his face. The camera zooms in closer on his shoulder and you see him holding the WWH International Championship on his shoulder. He looks at the belt before grabbing it and holding it up in the air as the crowd is electric from the surprise. He lowered it and began to walk off the stage and down the ramp. He gets to the ringside and enters the ring. He walks towards the rope and lifts the belt up in the air and points at it. The music fades as he walks to the side and grabs a mic to start speaking. He opens his mouth but that is when “Demolition Lovers” by My Chemical Romance blasts throughout the P.A system. He lowered the mic to his side as he looked at the ramp.
Skylar Carsons: Ohhh, Chris!!! I told you I’d be here tonight!
Skylar walked out with a little grin on her face, her hat turned backwards like it used to be in WWH. Kali Bates tried following behind her, but Carsons paused and turned around toward the woman. She spoke to her quietly, and after a few moments, Bates turned to go to the back…but not before she gave Matthews a dark look as if to tell him that she wouldn’t be far if Skylar needed her. Carsons made her way down the ramp, a microphone in her hand already. She weaved between both sides of the ramp, giving a few high-fives before she reached the ring and rolled into it. She popped up and forgo her usual entrance, instead choosing to stand straight across from Chris, looking up at him with a grin.
Skylar Carsons: You didn’t think I would go back on my word, did ya?
Chris Matthews: I know you wouldn’t. Skylar. In fact, I was glad that you did come out here. Almost a year ago, the doors of WWH closed and you and I were supposed to fight for this.
He raised his WWH International Championship up in the air to show Skylar what was to be.
Chris Matthews: But thanks to bad management, it went out of the business. I mean, the Asylum, Ascension, and the Isle cost too much money and basically the company went bankrupt. Lot of good and talented wrestlers were put out of the job. Will the company ever come back? Who knows. But that’s not what this is about. It’s about you and me finishing the story that was taken from us.
He put the belt down on his shoulders while looking down at Carson.
Chris Matthews: So, why don’t we finish this once and for all. Let’s give this fans what they want and give them something that was denied almost a year ago.
He walks backward to invite her into the ring where they speak in the ring.
Skylar Carsons: I’m all for finishing this, Chris. Lord knows we’ve waited long enough for it to happen.
Skylar stepped a little farther into the ring, not fearing anything when it came to Chris. She knew that he wouldn’t do anything outside of a match unless provoked. He was more honorable than that…at least she hoped that he still was.
Skylar Carsons: You and me in one month at Ascension Five. We put on a Hell of a match with a best 2 out of 3 series.
Skylar’s eyes darted towards the old WWH International Championship before she looked back towards Chris.
Skylar Carsons: For that, if NFW will allow it. Our story started because of that title, so let's finish it for it.
He looks at his belt and then back at Skylar as he nods. He stood close to her and looked down at her as he raised the belt up in the air to give a good look at the belt that she wouldn’t win in WWH if the match happened.
Chris Matthews: If the match would’ve happened, you wouldn’t have won it, Skylar. So, if they care about sales, then they better. Either way, this is your only chance to be close to this title. Cause if they allow this match to happen for this belt, I can promise you that you’re not walking out of this match with the title.
Skylar Carsons: I’ll see you at Ascension then. We can figure out the stipulations later.
Skylar grinned up at Chris before tossing the microphone down. She dropped to the mat and rolled out of the ring, the grin not leaving her face as she began walking back up the ramp backwards, her eyes never leaving Matthews as she did. Chris smiles back at her as he continues to hold the championship up in the air and nods.
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Konrad Raab: "Things are very different tonight, it seems when it comes to me being in a match. I knew who I was facing the last two times I stepped into the ring and fought Jason Gray in my debut, who appeared with me last week. Of course, he won't be with me every week, only when I'm not wrestling in the ring, but today, I am, so it's just me alone."
Konrad moves backwards and forwards, moving his feet to stretch out a bit to get some movement.
Konrad Raab: "Tonight, however, I don't know who accepted my open challenge, but whoever you are, I'm thankful because I can't wait to go out there and perform. It's pretty tricky for me to think who I'll be facing, either a male or a female competitor; it doesn't matter at this point because all I want to do is compete in the wrestling ring and prove to everyone that I'm a changed man. But I've never been happier to be here to compete against the top wrestlers. I haven't been stressed, and that feels like a breath of fresh air to be happy for the first time in a long time."
It was true, although he did have asshole tendencies in him and always wanted to be violent in the ring. He moves his arms around and looks intensely at the camera.
Konrad Raab: "But let me tell you one thing, I won't hesitate to be violent and vicious towards you, regardless of your gender because sometimes, I need to let anger out and I need to do it in the ring. Call me every name under the sun; you will get hit. While I haven't had any stress for a few weeks in wrestling and while I'm trying to sort myself out still outside the ring as well as the wrestling side of things, I do these open challenges to prove myself to you all and everyone that I'm capable of winning more matches."
He gritted his teeth and then gritted his top teeth on his bottom lip due to Konrad's intensity in his eyes.
Konrad Raab: "I'm still searching for an opponent to face for Ascension five PPV, and I could be facing them in this match; who knows, but I'm ready but feel that it's nothing personal as of yet, but I will continue to win because it motivates me and eventually, go for the title which honestly will be the biggest test to my career mentally. But for now, I have to win more matches like the open challenges I've been doing because I'm desperate to fix everything I've done wrong. So far, it's going that way, and I need to keep it going that way because it's what we're all here to do win because I can and I will."
The intensity in Konrad's eyes before he jumps off the chair and leaves the locker room before the cameras pan back to the ringside area for Konrad to come out for his open challenge match.
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Match #4/Singles
Konrad Raab vs. ? ? ? ?
Konrad Raab makes his entrance into the ring first, for his open challenge. The still undefeated “Burned In Blood” steps to the far side of the ring and awaits to see who will answer the call. He squats down, rocking from side to side with his knees to stay loosened up as his eyes focus on the stage.
Nick Hanson: Well, we know Konrad Rabb has this open challenge out. He wants to fight and he’ll take on any comers man or woman enough to do so.
Jim Reynolds: Who’s got the guts to step into the ring with this guy, at this point? Nobody’s even said shit about wanting to. They’re scared!
Olivia Mayfaire: Eavan Maloney said she might.
Jim Reynolds: I don’t hear Sykobitty’s music, Olivia!
Nick Hanson: I’m sure Konrad and the fans alike would hate to see this challenge go unanswered…
As the eerie music begins, the entrance way and ramp are flooded with extremely bright light. As soon as Leo begins to sing “Black Hole Sun”, a shadowed figure walks out onto the stage, holding his arms out wide, his fingers out spread, face pointed toward the ceiling.
Jim Reynolds: Hey wait a minute!
Olivia Mayfaire: Is that…?!
Nick Hanson: It…it’s that mysterious fan we’ve been seeing these past few weeks!
Jim Reynolds: The hell is he doing here?!
Lowering his head, the figure slowly makes his way down the ramp, the lights slowly dim to reveal “The Devilish Rogue” Jason Shade. He slowly climbs the stairs, walking to the middle of the apron. Placing his palms together, he looks up toward the ceiling for a few moments before stepping between the ropes and walking to the center of the ring. Yet again, Jason spreads his arms wide, fingers spread, and raises his head to the sky as a bright spotlight shines down directly on him, nearly obscuring him from the crowd again. As the spot fades, Jason backs into his corner, slowly lowering himself to a seated position to wait for the match to start.
Raab stands across the ring from his apparent challenger, almost intrigued as he steps out into the center of the ring.
Nick Hanson: Folks, I’m being told from the back, this man’s name is Jason Shade. Some call him “The Devilish Rogue.” He’s an independent wrestler out of Nevada, hailing from Death Valley.
Jim Reynolds: All the people that could step up to Konrad Raab and he gets an indy darling? Oh this’ll be nice and short.
Shade steps out of his corner to meet Raab, getting nose to nose, giving the older veteran only a few inches in height as they stare each other down.
Jim Reynolds: Clock’s ticking, kid! What you got?
We can see Raab telling Shade, “c’mon boy. Don’t waste my time.” before the two step back and lunge in for a collar and elbow tie up. The jock for position quickly turns into an exchange of armdrags and armbar attempts with Raab using his years of experience to control Shade around the ring but the elusive newcomer answers just as quickly, reversing out of Raab’s attempts to work his arms. Raab finally gets him into a tight arm wringer and start wrenching at Shade’s wrist. Shade gets his hand on the rope, forcing a break and stares coldly at Raab as the two circle up again. They hit another lockup and Raab gets him into a side headlock that Shade just barely slips out of and he clips Raab right in the jaw with a European Uppercut, sending him staggering! Shade rushes in with a sudden quickness and starts laying into Raab’s ribs with boxing lefts and rights until he gets Raab backed into a corner and switches up to a series of Muay Thai Knees and Elbows until the referee calls for another break. Shade drags Raab out and plants him into the mat with “Pitch Black” (Hammerlock DDT) and floats over him for the cover.
ONE
TWO
TWO
Raab gets a shoulder up, however and Shade picks him up to continue the attack, whipping Raab into the ropes. Raab ducks underneath Spinnig Back Fist and jumps onto and off the middle rope, catching Shade with “Firestorm” (Handspring Cutter) and The Devilish Rogue hits the mat like a breached door. Raab covers!
ONE
TWO
T–
TWO
T–
Shade gets the shoulder up before three and Raab doesn’t know whether to be shocked or impressed as he pulls him up to his feet but Shade explodes up at the halfway point and nails Raab with a Forearm Shiver. Raab rocks back and comes back in with one of his own and the two start trading blows like madmen. Shade gets the upper hand at the end with a Forearm followed by a Discus Lariat and scoops Raab up for what looks to be a Tombstone but Raab writhes free and lands behind Shade. He runs backward into the ropes and Shade spins around right into a big Spear from Raab! Raab covers again.
ONE
TWO
T–
TWO
T–
Shade barely gets a shoulder up and Raab sits up in disbelief before pulling him back up and into position, setting up for “Flaming Driver” (Flipping Pilledriver). As he rotates through, Shade’s feet hit the mat, saving his head from being spiked and he falls back against the ropes, launching himself right back at a seated Raab and drives into him with a Sliding Shotei Palm Strike. With such an intense match going on between the two, both men lay out on the mat for a moment, starting to get up to beat the referee’s ten count but the official only gets to “4” before suddenly…
Jim Reynolds: Wait, what?!
Nick Hanson: That was the bell. That’s gotta be the clock running out!
Olivia Mayfaire: Are you serious?!
Darlyn Fajardo: Ladies and gentlemen, this match as reached the twenty minute time limit and therefore is…a draw!
Konrad Raab and Jason Shade look at the referee who confirms the timekeeper’s call and then at each other from across the ring; both men breathing heavy and sweating bullets. Raab’s face paint has heavily smeared off and signs of vicious chops have left their mark on the chest of Shade as the latter simply rolls out of the ring, grabs his entrance vest and starts making his way up to the stage again when interviewer Amanda Thorn comes running out with a microphone.
Amanda Thorn: Jason Shade! Jason Shade, hold up! I was wondering if I could get a quick word. That was a super impressive debut! You’ve had a lot of people in the back talking for a couple of weeks now. What brings you to the New Frontier?
Jason Shade looks at Amanda Thorn beside him. He looks back at Konrad Raab who’s watching from the ring. He looks back at Amanda Thorn…and continues on his way without a word.
Amanda Thorn: Huh? Hey, wait! I—...shit.
Nick Hanson: Jason Shade, folks. Clearly not a man of many words but definitely one of action!
Olivia Mayfaire: I think he’s got Konrad Raab’s attention!
Winner: Draw
Result: Time Limit
Result: Time Limit
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Devyn Mitchell: I am with Diamond Caldwell and Jessi Ozborne. Big night for you ladies. Both of you can get what you want if you win. What are your thoughts about tonight?
Diamond Caldwell: I want to clear the air Devyn if I may.
Devyn Mitchell: The floor is yours.
The camera zooms in on Diamond exclusively. She takes a deep breath. Collecting her thoughts she pushes forward.
Diamond Caldwell: Trixie. In no way shape or form am I trying to fight the great moral battle. I acknowledge this beef between us all stemmed from me wishing to put my name back on the map in NFW. You are the longest reigning Perseverance Champion. I saw an opportunity; yes, I screwed you over in that battle royal. Sorry, not sorry. BUT the landscape changed when you introduced a five foot ten, one hundred eighty pound man who cosplays as a bull.
Diamond rolls her eyes.
Diamond Caldwell: You didn’t need to bring Toro down to the ring. You didn’t need him and Alastair Frost the locker room from trying to save me. Before you say anything, I acknowledge you were the sole one to lay hands on me that night. You opened up Pandora's box. I knew you and your Wolves wouldn’t afford the same grace to anyone else. Obviously, I was right. Alastair attacked Jessi, unprovoked. Then the three of you tried hurting Zara more than you already had. How could I stand and watch you three take advantage of someone?
Diamond stops to take a breather. The camera pans back out. Devyn, taken aback by Diamond’s honesty, continues.
Devyn Mitchell: It’s refreshing to hear this side of you.
Diamond Caldwell: I’m shocked too.
Diamond smirks. She looks into the camera.
Diamond Caldwell: I am not trying to be a hero. Circumstances changed. Trixie, you want to burn the world down. Are you that butt hurt because you felt abandoned by certain people in your time of need? Having a bull as your personal binkie isn’t going to heal your black heart. Continue calling me a hypocrite. Act like I would act the same way in your shoes. We have one thing in common, I was so angry at the world I wanted everyone around me to burn, the difference between us? I didn’t summon an army. I didn’t complain about being perceived as the villain.
Me and Jessi will do what’s necessary to ensure we both get what we want. When the time comes, leave your friends at home. I wanted you one-on-one, not you and The Wolves of Odin. As long as you want to play games, I will have the World’s Finest backing me up.
Diamond turns to Jessi and nods.
Jessi Ozborne: Alastair Frost. Do you feel that? That gripping feeling into your spine, like you’ve got something clenching your chest? You’re wondering what that feeling is? That right there are the walls closing in on ya.
Jessi clenches her fist as a visual expression of her words.
Jessi Ozborne: See cause here’s the thing, soldier boy. You and your Wolves, you think you run things around here? Well hell, I’ll give ya that. Y’all absolutely do. You got the talent, you got the gold, you got the reputation. I can’t deny you that. But a couple things your missing is a brain between your ears, and two eyes in your sockets, if you don’t think or see that this is my world your living in, and that I’ve been allowing you to live it much longer than you deserve.
Jessi tilts her head.
Jessi Ozborne: Tonight is a sample offering. A push of the gravel. A shot across the bow to show you and your pets that The Crown Jewels mean business. Yes I did just give us a name. Take it or leave it. That’s besides the point. Because once those walls close in, Frost…there’s no opening 'em back up. That's not a threat, that’s a promise, and if you don’t like it…then you can fucking cry about it.
Jessi takes off, amped beyond belief for tonight’s match. Diamond casually shrugs to Devyn, before walking away to join her.
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Alastair Frost: The lone member of the Queens of Chaos calling upon an outsider to gain some assistance in dealing with the Wolves of Odinn. Jessi must be really desperate to get her revenge on me for involving in her match and costing her the victory. When things involve a fellow Wolf of Odinn, in this case Trixie, I will come to that wolf’s aid. We have a special connection as we were 2 of the last people that were brought into the Wolves before our founder passed away.
Alastair tugged at a special set of Dog Tags that he was wearing that were recently made that included the Wolves of Odinn logo on one tag and his call sign “Lone Wolf” on the other. He wasn’t planning to show them off as he had his military dog tags back home but the Wolves of Odinn tags he wanted made to honor his other unit.
Alastair Frost: If Jessi wants to deal with me and wants to reach her goal of being World Champion, she will need to do it ON HER OWN at ascension. The Wolves of Odinn are known as a unit but we know that there are times we need to do some things on our own. As the World champion, this is one of those situations where I need to survive the length of my title reign on my own without help. It is something I plan to do and as much as of a pain in the ass I am, I would never cheat to keep the title UNLESS IT IS NECESSARY.
Alastair picked up the World title from his locker room stall and showed it for all to see.
Alastair Frost: This is something that I worked hard to obtain and keep in my possession. Jessi may want to obtain it but for the 2nd time, she will be unsuccessful. Jessi’s temporary ally Diamond will drop her like a bad habit when she will least expect it and to my amusement, may even cost her more then what she expects.
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Trixie Decker: “Tonight Alastair and I face Diamond and Jessi. Honestly, whatever. I’ve accepted Caldwell is gonna ride my dick for as much clout as she can. My only real concern is being there for Alastair. Frankly, he and the rest of the Wolves deserve better than to get pulled into this absolute horseshit. But as long as Diamond gets her attention and can pretend she’s doing something to play hero, instead of owning up to the fact everything she’s dealt with was the consequences of her own shitty choices, that’s all that matters. After all, NFW loves to reward attention whores like her, doesn’t it?”
Trixie rolls her eyes but continues.
Trixie Decker: “So, yeah, we’ll see you twits tonight. And, hopefully, Ascension will have Alastair facing someone who actually deserves a title shot… and that’s not any friend of Diamond’s. But we’ve been training and prepping. We’ll see.”
Trixie suddenly looks more serious.
Trixie Decker: “More importantly, I want to apologize to Lety and Toro. Especially Lety. She didn’t deserve to get attacked, and it’s absolutely fucked-up. And I’m sorry I had a hand in your loss, Toro. You’re my friend. Yeah, maybe I could try to shift the blame elsewhere but I don’t do that. I shoulda been more attentive and, more importantly, not a distraction for you. If I’d been better, you’d have mauled her. I’m sorry.”
Trixie gets up, takes in a deep breath, and forces a smile at the camera.
Trixie Decker: “So let’s go punch some bitches in the face, shall we?”
With that, Trixie blows a kiss and heads to gorilla, all while the camera fades to black.
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Main Event/Tag Team
Diamond Caldwell/Jessi Ozborne vs. Trixie Decker/Alastair Frost
We look across the ring at the start of this match, we see a tale of two different dynamics. Alastair Frost is the one to start for his team, a decision that was easily come to. Meanwhile, Caldwell and Ozborne have a bit of a disagreement to start things, with Jessi insisting she start against the World Champion. Caldwell knows her partner better than that however, eventually getting her to take to the sidelines to avoid her emotions getting in the way of things!
Caldwell and Frost lock up in the center of the ring, with the former getting the upper hand right out the gate as she ties up the champion with a Waistlock! Frost struggles momentarily, before eventually finding his way out and reversing with a Side Headlock! Caldwell doesn’t let this stand for long however, pushing Frost back into the ropes and sending him off! He hits the ropes on the other side of the ring, with Caldwell shuffling to the center and waiting for him to return for a move! Frost catches her by surprise however, dropping her with a Shoulder Block! He goes for the ropes, with Caldwell using her newfound position on the mat to trip him up with a Drop Down! Frost hops over it hitting the ropes again as Caldwell gets up, coming back to connect with another Shoulder Block! Frost grabs Caldwell by the arm, pulling her up and right into a Saito Suplex! Pin by Frost!
ONE…!
TWO…!
TWO…!
Kick out by Caldwell! Frost immediately fights to keep her down, snaring her into a Rear Chinlock off the pin! Caldwell begins to fight back however, slowly working her way to her feet before driving a few Elbows into Frost’s midsection to get him away! She follows up, sending Frost into the ropes with an Irish Whip and catching him when he comes back with a Shoulder Block of her own! Frost gets to his feet, only to be met by a Dropkick from Caldwell! She kips up off the move, with Frost rolling out of the ring! Decker jumps inside now, looking to get the jump on Caldwell when she isn’t looking! But Ozborne cuts in, rushing over and connecting with a Discus Big Boot! Tribute to Lilith Parker! Decker now rolls out of the ring to join Frost, with Ozborne and Caldwell deciding on another tandem maneuver! They hit the ropes, seemingly coming back to go for a Suicide Dive! But they swerve the duo, hitting a Handspring instead before landing in the center of the ring, staring daggers into the two as they realize that they’ve been duped!
Frost rushes back into the ring, with Ozborne sliding out of the ring and throwing hands with Decker, who throws her into the barricade! Decker hops back to the apron as Caldwell connects with a Shotgun Dropkick that sends Frost into her corner! She makes the tag on his shoulder, immediately rushing into the ring and underneath a Clothesline attempt from Caldwell before coming back and catching her with a Running Hurricanrana! She kips up, before rushing over and nailing Caldwell with a Knife Edge Chop as she gets up against the turnbuckle! She throws Caldwell to the center of the ring, before rushing over and catching her as she attempts to get up with a Meteora! Pin by Decker!
ONE…!
TWO…!
TWO…!
Kick out by Caldwell! Decker doesn’t waste any time in trying to finish off Caldwell, jumping up and looking for her signature Pele Kick! But Caldwell dodges it, landing a Superkick to the side of Decker’s head when she attempts to get up! She looks to end this herself, looking for her signature Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick! Decker dodges it however, grabbing Caldwell from behind and pushing her into the corner to connect with Chaos Theory! She bridges for the pin!
ONE…!
TWO…!
THREE-
TWO…!
THREE-
Kick out by Caldwell, who’s left gasping for air here as Ozborne still hasn’t gotten back up to the apron! Decker looks to finish Caldwell off before she even gets a chance to make a tag, getting her up and looking for the Jinx Drop! But Caldwell fights back, pushing Decker off her back and dropping her to the mat before she can complete the move! She immediately follows up, dropping Decker with an Enziguri before she can get back into things! Caldwell is left crawling for her corner now, as Ozborne finally makes it back to the apron and accepts the tag!
Ozborne hops over the top rope and into the ring, immediately rushing towards Decker! She gets the upper hand on Ozborne however, pushing her up for a Back Body Drop! Ozborne lands on her feet however, turning and giving Decker a condescending wave as their eyes meet! Decker isn’t having any of Ozborne’s nonsense, going for a swing at her! Ozborne ducks it however, getting Decker into position before dropping her with a Belly-to-Back Facebuster! Decker attempts to get up from this, only for Ozborne to hit the ropes and connect with a Sliding Knee Strike! Pin by Ozborne!
ONE…!
TWO…!
TWO…!
Kick out by Decker! Ozborne doesn’t waste any time here, waiting for Decker to make it to her feet before going for the Star Destroyer! Decker catches it however, not allowing Ozborne to take her to the mat with the Springboard Cutter! She turns Ozborne around, before connecting with the Double Knee Facebreaker!
ONE…!
TWO…!
THRE-
TWO…!
THRE-
Kick out by Ozborne! Decker looks to end this, waiting for Ozborne to get up before hitting the ropes, looking to set up for Get Jinxed! But Ozborne reverses, connecting with a Kick right across Decker’s chest that sends her to the mat! Decker gets to her feet, with Ozborne once again landing a Kick to the chest! Decker gets up again, this time with Ozborne looking for a Roundhouse Kick! Decker ducks underneath it, but as always Ozborne simply pivots on her feet to connect with a Spin Kick to her midsection instead! Decker is left kneeling on the mat, with Ozborne hitting the ropes and connecting with Bitch-Craft! Shining Wizard connects! Pin by Ozborne!
ONE…!
TWO…!
THREE-
TWO…!
THREE-
Kick out by Decker! Ozborne backs into the corner now, waiting for Decker to try and get up before rushing towards her for the Rude Awakening! But Frost cuts in now, nailing Ozborne right over the head with his World Championship belt! The referee calls for the bell to throw this one out, but the beating continues!
Nick Hanson: The Wolves of Odinn, looking to make a statement against their opponents here tonight and this one is over!
Jim Reynolds: Fuck with the Wolves and get bit, Nicky!
Olivia Mayfaire: Yeah, they just got themselves disqualified! What kind of message is that?!
Frost begins to stomp on Ozborne, with Decker eventually joining in! The two work together to leave Ozborne a heap! Eventually Caldwell comes back into the fray, with the two beating her down as well! Decker gets Caldwell up, connecting with the Jinx Drop! Meanwhile, Frost gets Ozborne to her feet, connecting with the Frost Warning! The show comes to close with The Wolves standing tall, with Ozborne trying her damnedest to get some movement going so that she can at least reach out for Caldwell in all this.
Winners: Jessi Ozborne/Diamond Caldwell
Result: Disqualification
Result: Disqualification
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