Post by Jessica Morian, Collision GM on Aug 6, 2024 14:35:53 GMT -8
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Janie Grayson and Skylar Carsons of Thicc Attack were standing backstage in the Colosseum, Skylar in her ring gear already while Janie had yet to change for her main event match. The two were deep in conversation, but the camera got a little closer and was able to pick up what the two women were discussing.Janie Grayson: You’ve got it this time, Skylar! You still had shit going on, kind of, when you faced off against Cait the first time.
Skylar had a smile on her face and let out a lighthearted laugh as she listened to her teammate. She shook her head a little before she responded to the other woman.
Skylar Carsons: I have to win the fatal four way first, Janie. Multi-person matches are always super difficult to win, no matter who you are.
Janie gave a little shrug of acknowledgement. The two women began walking down the hallway as Skylar continued.
Skylar Carsons: Besides, how about you, Ms. Main Eventing with the Wolves and Queens. Now that is going to be some match!
Before Janie could respond to Skylar, the two heard a commotion further down the hall. The two looked at each other for a brief second before taking off down the hallway, towards the noise. When they reached their destination, they skidded to a halt and found Chris Matthews laid out on the floor, blood streaming down his face with a mess of equipment crates at different angles, some chairs, and other things thrown around.
Skylar Carsons: Oh my gosh!
Janie Grayson: Go get some help, Skylar! I’ll stay here!
Skylar briefly nodded before taking back off down the hallway, hurrying to get help. Janie slid down to the floor, looking around for a second to see if maybe she could catch a glimpse of who had attacked the fellow member of the Wolves. Her fists clenched together, but she kept herself calm on the outside as she checked on Matthews while waiting for Skylar to come back with help.
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The camera shifts to the backstage area as the Kingdom arrives in the arena. Mary, Morgan, Lluvia, Lilith and Christina all walk together talking quietly in tones, not quite a whisper but not enough to be picked up by the camera as they approach. All of them carried their ring gear in bags at their side. Christina walked behind everyone else, the shadow of what happened this week still lingering on her as she walked with Lily who did her best to try and keep her friends spirits up.
Nick Hanson: And here they are. The Kingdom has arrived.
Jim Reynolds: A strange, but eventful couple of weeks for these ladies considering what just happened at Sudden Death.
Olivia Mayfaire: Has anyone found out what all of that was about? And whatever happened to Christina Olsen this week on top of it.
The girls continue to walk on and when they get to the door with the Kingdom logo hung on it they begin to enter only to be stopped before they can get inside. A young man wearing an NFW staff lanyard around his neck looked up and called out.
Staff: “Your wife is here somewhere.”
The girls all stopped and looked around. Looks were exchanged between Mary and Morgan, Morgan and Lluv, Lil and Mary before Mary looked back at the gentlemen.
Mary Matthews: “We’re all here.”
Staff: “The other one. From Trauma.”
The girls all again collectively shared a look.
Lily Meadows: “Jasmine’s here?”
Steph and Abigail didn’t wear the ring yet, it left only Jasmine as an option. The guy nodded and motioned back the way they had come.
Staff: “Saw her about an hour ago.”
The girls all shrugged with the attitude that if she was here she would find them all eventually and walked into the locker room
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Match #1/Singles
Lluvia Salvatore vs. Jason Gray
The determination on Lluvia Salvatore’s face as she looked at Jason Gray was clear to anyone watching. The member of The Kingdom wasted no time in locking up with Jason, the two battling for control of the match from the get go. When it became clear that neither of them were going to budge in the lock-up, Lluvia backed out of it, earning a sarcastic grin sent her way from Jason. She shook her head before nailing him with a standing dropkick, sending him stumbling back. He sneered at her, but she simply motioned for him to bring it on. As he charged at her, she ducked the clothesline that was coming her way and quickly spun him around. Salvatore hit a vicious DDT, leaving Jason to hit the mat hard. As he got back to his feet, she charged at him, nailing him with a hard kick in his gut, causing him to double over. She grabbed him and hit Empress of Thunder, leaving him sprawled out on the mat. Lluvia quickly climbed the turnbuckles, leaping off to execute a beautiful Your Horizon before pinning Jason.ONE…
TWO…
THREE…!!
TWO…
THREE…!!
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…LLUVIA SALVATORE!
Winner: Lluvia Salvatore
Result: Pinfall (Your Horizon)
Result: Pinfall (Your Horizon)
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After briefly celebrating her win, Lluvia motioned to the outside, asking for a microphone. She was quickly handed one, and after taking a moment to steady her breathing, she raised it with a smile on her face.
Lluvia Salvatore: Now I’m going to keep this short and sweet so that I don’t take up much more of y’alls time. We’ve still got one Hell of a show to go, after all!
Salvatore paused, listening to the roar of the crowd with the smile still on her face. She brushed some hair off of her forehead before she continued.
Lluvia Salvatore: Last week, one of the greatest competitors came out here and announced that they were hanging their boots up soon.
The cheers immediately turned to boos as they were reminded of the announcement that had been made the previous week…it was clear that they still weren’t happy about it and that they didn’t even want it to happen. Lluvia nodded in understanding before continuing once more.
Lluvia Salvatore: I know, I know! It’s not something any of us want or expected to hear. But with that said…Zoey Madigan-Star, I would be honored to face you…at Cruel Summer!
The crowd began cheering loudly once more as Lluvia nodded a little. She passed the microphone back to one of the people ringside then slipped out of the ring. Salvatore made her way towards the back, high-fiving fans along the way as she did before finally disappearing backstage for the evening.
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We cut to the inside of the Queens of Chaos locker room, where we see Sanada sitting on a bench within. We hear a knock at the door, immediately followed by the sound of the door opening. Just as we hear that, Jessi Ozborne makes her way into the room, hugging Sanada from behind as the two smile.Jessi Ozborne: Oh my god, hi! I love you!
Sanada eventually turns to embrace Jessi, with the two sitting side by side on the bench together.
Jessi Ozborne: So uh…Monster’s Ball, huh? That sounds…fun?
Sanada: Yeah… sound fun!
Jessi looks over to Sanada, a bit of concern crossing her face.
Jessi Ozborne: You gonna be able to handle this? Look, don’t get me wrong, I got all the faith in the world in you guys. But you saw what happened to Nakita on Saturday, and I know you ain’t exactly happy with it, either. These Wolves are tactical. They know we don’t make the best of decisions when we’re left emotional. They’re trying to prey on that.
Jessi lets out a sigh.
Jessi Ozborne: ’Nada, you and Jordan are at my right hand. I wish I could be there with you both and make sure this shit gets dealt with. But I can’t right now. So I need to know for sure that y’all are locked in, and that the rest of the girls are ready for this thing, alright?
Sanada: Alright, I understand why you worry about it. So, I see what happened with Nakita. And I will make sure the Wolves will not get their hands on me like that. I will make sure I will be safe, okay?
Jessi smiles, hugging Sanada.
Jessi Ozborne: Alright, y’all got this. You know, especially since I just—
Jessi is interrupted by the sound of someone’s heels tapping on the locker room floor. She turns to see Jordan Majors walk in with some urgency. She looks at them both curiously and then immediately directs her attention to Jessi.
Jordan Majors: Jo… where have you been? I’ve been looking for you everywhere!?
Jessi Ozborne: Hey, my bad! I, uh…showed up a little late, that’s all!
Jordan Majors: Late… late. Yeah. Right. And your phone probably was just on vibrate, yeah?
Jordan glances over at Sanada and then back to Jessi as she juts her hip out to the left. It’s clear that she’s a little out of sorts as she stands over her beast friends.
Jordan Majors: With people getting jumped backstage it just a little tough to have someone disappear like that. Just saying…
Jessi stands up in front of Jordan.
Jessi Ozborne: Hey, look, I get it. Everyone’s a little on edge. But I’m here, we’re here. We’re good, alright?
Jessi reads the still worried expression on Jordan’s face, responding to it in kind.
Jessi Ozborne: But you’re right. We should keep a head count if we’re gonna be around here. Sanada, do me a favour and look for the rest of the girls. Make sure they’re not getting themselves into trouble.
Sanada nods, getting up and leaving the room to Jessi and Jordan. Jordan waits until the door shuts behind Sanada and then looks directly into Jessi’s eyes.
Jordan Majors: Listen, if something is going on here then please don’t bullshit me. Don’t leave me in the dark. I would think I deserve that at least.
Jordan puts her hands on her hips. She shakes her head and lets out a sigh.
Jordan Majors: Honest to god, I think I’m slowly losing my mind. This has me suspicious of everything.
Jessi Ozborne: Look, I get that, but the last thing we need to be doing right now is panicking. That’s what The Wolves want, it’s what they’re counting on.
Jessi sighs.
Jessi Ozborne: At this point, after two years of us having this, everyone oughta know by now that there is nothing we can’t overcome. And if The Wolves don’t understand that, then it’s down to you guys to show em.
Jordan Majors: I want to kick their asses as much as anyone who calls themselves a Queen of Chaos. Believe me. I just can’t shake the feeling that something else is at play here. We’ve been so distracted by this thing with the Wolves… I don’t know.
Jordan steps past Jessi and plops down on the bench and puts her head in her hands as it goes quiet between them. Jordan drops her hands into her lap and looks up at Jessi.
Jordan Majors: We’ve been weathering so many storms for so long. I keep wondering when the suns gonna come out again.
Jessi Ozborne: It will. I know it. In fact, I guarantee it. But look, I gotta go.
Jessi picks up a steel chair that’s been leaning against the wall, immediately getting Jordan’s attention. Jordan leans back on the bench and watches her best friend as if something is about to go awry in front of her. The look is not missed by Jessi.
Jordan Majors: I don’t mean to keep ya here, girl. Go do your thing. Just… be careful. Ok?
Jessi Ozborne: Yeah…careful. Love ya, Jordie.
Jessi walks off, leaving a weary Jordan behind as we fade.
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Match #2/Fatal Fourway Perseverance Contender
Kasumi Kaneko vs. Killian Oliver vs. Skylar Carsons vs. Sofia Hilton
Killian slips out to the floor and waves at the others three to just have at it, smirking as if thi all a game to him. Kasumi and Skylar run at each other, diving at each other to start the fight while Sofis slips out to the floor. She rummages around and pulls out a whole container of weapons. She tosses it into the ring and dives in after iot, grabbing a kendo stick as she goes. Sofia cracks Skylar across the back and then swings at Kasumi. Sofia misses and Kasumi catches Sofia for a kendo stick aided side Russian leg sweep. The two hit hard and Kasumi covers. ONE!
TWO!
SKYLAR BREAKS IT UP WITH ANOTHER KENDO STICK!
TWO!
SKYLAR BREAKS IT UP WITH ANOTHER KENDO STICK!
Killian nods and then slips back into the ring. He picks up the garbage can that had previously housed the weapons and nails Kasumi over the head with. Kasumi goes down. Killian nails Skylar. Skylar goes down. Sofia gets up and Killian nails her with the garbage can. He grabs Sofia and hits a spinebuster. Killian covers Sofia.
ONE!
TWO!
SKYLAR & KASUMI BREAK IT UP!
TWO!
SKYLAR & KASUMI BREAK IT UP!
Killian shows both of them off and then grabs a table setting up just outside the ring. He slides in and eats a garbage can shot from Kasumi. Skylar grabs the can and puts it over Killian’s head. Kasumi and Sofia get two kendo sticks and both nail Killian on the garbage can. Killian goes down and Skylar covers him.
ONE!
TWO!
SOFIA & KASUMI BREAK IT UP!
TWO!
SOFIA & KASUMI BREAK IT UP!
Killian shoves the can off his head just in time for chairs to come flying at everybody. The three smaller competitors bring them together in a three-way von-chair-to on Killian. He slumps to the mat. Kasumi nails the one out of Skylar’s hands. Kasumi runs over and sits a sunset flip that pulls Skylar over the top and through the table with a powerbomb. Killian goes after Sofia and suplees her clean across the ring. Suddenly, a hold rips through the corner of the ring and smoke starts to billow out. Myriad crawls out, grabs Killian by the ankles and drags him to hell through the hold, more smoke billowing out as they disappear. Kasumi climbs back up and hits the Family's Mark. They cover Sofia.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…KASUMI KANEKO!TWO!
THREE!
As Kasumi is getting their hand raised, Killian comes out from under the ring shaking and looking freaked out. The referee looks under the ring but no one else is there.
Nick Hanson: Well congratulations to Kasumi Kaneko! They’ll be joining Konrad Raab against the Perseverance Champion, Cait Flanagan…
Jim Reynolds: ...but what the hell happened to Killian Oliver?!
Olivia Mayfaire: He seems fine to me, but where did Myriad go?!
Killian points to the ring apron, calling for Myriad to come out from hiding but another check under the apron confirms that, while he was obviously there to pull Killian under…he’s not there now. Killian kicks the commentary table, screaming about being screwed again as he storms up the ramp, making a vow for Myriad’s head.
Winner: Kasumi Kaneko
Result: Pinfall (Family’s Mark)
Result: Pinfall (Family’s Mark)
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Cameras entered the locker room, where he arrived in America just in time after being in Paris for the last two weeks for reasons he won't say, known as Konrad Raab. He was sitting in the dark again, under LED lighting, where he felt most comfortable, but he hadn't addressed Barry Mackenzie, who was part of The Carlton Crew team. Teams were Konrad's weakness because he still hadn't found a friend in NFW. Konrad knows he has to like himself first before doing so. He starts to talk.Konrad Raab: "Admittedly, I wasn't expecting to fly straight to Chicago from Paris to wrestle Barry Mackenzie, but I'll take it because, as I've always said before, and I'll repeat it, I need to fight consistently to let every ounce of anger out. There is no other sport I can express that, apart from wrestling. I've seen Barry wrestle, and he's a big guy and will give me a ton of issues, which is a challenge I need to get out of this funk of a losing streak I'm on for some reason, but I get it. I've not improved myself, and that will slowly change now."
It felt odd Konrad was speaking more about himself than he's ever done in his entire career, even from last week.
Konrad Raab: "The one thing he has that is a significant weakness is having a friend in the wrestling business. I don't have any friends in wrestling, mainly because this is a competitive sport and the friends I had abandoned me. So, I'm not a social guy. But you admire that in Barry that at least he has someone to talk to. But other than that, of course, they've been successful with tag and individual wins. Sure, I read somewhere they lost the chance to be Alliance champions lately, but I'm looking forward to facing a big guy who can treat me like I'm a piece of garbage, and I most likely, in retrospect, deserve that treatment, to be honest, if, it takes me to turn things around."
He nodded. Although it sounded like Konrad was unsure about what to do with his career, he knew being treated like a thug could help him change.
Konrad Raab: "Saying that, Barry needs to do and say things without Max Walker around, outside the ring. Barry is a great wrestler in the ring, no doubt, but it seems Max says everything, and we don't know if he agrees or disagrees most of the time. I'm not dumb; I know Max is going to try and interrupt the match to give Barry the win, but I'll do something about that, like knocking Max's butt out if it takes me to use my aggression in a good way. Maybe this will prove that I will earn a title shot, which, speaking of that, Cait."
There was a pause as he wanted to get his point across, although he wasn't expecting a title match against her.
Konrad Raab: "You don't realise what you said about me two weeks ago, do you? I wanted to face you in a non-title match after your harsh comments, but I guess I will give the world a payback for your comments about me. As I said, you may have spoken all that crap I heard about on social media like a coward, but your comments and your mouth as a whole is the reason why I'm wrestling you, bitch. I would love for you to come to the ring and address the comments in my face during my match with Barry, Cait. But I will beat Barry and see if I'm out of touch as you claim I have. Watch what I'll do in the ring."
Konrad nodded before relaxing on the chair before the cameras went back elsewhere backstage.
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The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about fifteen seconds as the opening of "Warrior" by Disturbed plays. A sound of a group of very loud motorcycles can be heard as Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney comes out on a black Harley-Davidson motorcycle; white cut-off t-shirt, black jeans, Doc Martens, and Devil’s Doves kutte. From behind her, four more black-helmeted Devil’s Doves roll out onto the ramp. Eavan gets off the bike and walks to each Dove who pounds themselves on the chest, before Eavan takes a bag off her bike and walks down the ramp. The other four stay on the ramp, helmeted. Eavan shakes hands with members of the crowd before walking over to the announcer table and taking a microphone. Eavan steps in the ring to a mixed reaction, ties the bag to the top rope, climbs up on the top turnbuckle and sits cross-legged.Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: Vlad Blackheart Colosseum, you guys do not disappoint. Shout out to the guys in the truck who just so happened to have my old music. I was feeling a little nostalgic, and I thought it’s been awhile since we’ve had Storytime. Now, I’m going to do something a bit out of my character tonight and curb the language and be one of those merch-selling, baby-kissing, types of people. Go ahead, laugh. Even those women up there are chuckling in their helmets.
Eavan looks up the ramp at the four bikers who haven’t moved an inch, sitting with arms crossed on their bikes.
Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m about to light a whole lot of fires that some say should have gone out a long time ago. Allow me to take you back to November 19, 2019 at a little show called Plymouth Rock Madness. I beat the two-time champion, Rick Dickulous in a red light, green light match. Ol’ Barbie and I sentoned right on top of him and got the three that night and became the NFW Silver Mountain champion.
The crowd cheers as Eavan smiles. Eavan points to the bag to a loud pop. Eavan opens the bag and pulls out her old Silver Mountain championship and puts it on her shoulder.
Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: Legally, I have to say this is a replica and that I did NOT walk out of NFW with the REAL title and left Jasmine Matthews with a replica, but I’ll get to her in a minute. That night should have been the beginning of the best time of my life. I was getting my home life in order. I was getting my professional life back on track. However, the folks upstairs… they didn’t want me holding on to such a prestigious title. They were fine with me holding their TV Title, but how dare I want more?
A ‘Fuck You, Jasmine’ chant starts and Eavan can’t help but start laughing.
Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: I see some of you were there. OR you were there for Sudden Death because she sure as hell wasn’t. So, let me set the scene for you. WrestleWar Sixteen, Manhattan, I was forced into a situation I should have never been in. Either have my wife, Katra, a NON-WRESTLER wrestle on my behalf, or I could forfeit the title. I personally chose to tear up my NFW contract, tell all the idiots in management to kiss my ass, and I walked out of NFW with my head held high and my dignity intact. Now, I promised myself I wouldn’t get riled up about this again. I mean, Jasmine’s over on Trauma now. At least she’s supposed to be? Who knows with that head case. Most she can do to me now is block me on X. Ow, it really really hurts. As for her little protectors here on Collision? Behold this.
Eavan lifts her arm and the four Doves on the ramp walk down and enter the ring. The shortest of the four towers over Eavan, while the tallest of them stands easily six-four. The women all remove their helmets to a strong reaction. Charlie "Maneater" Jennings with the multi-colored half-shaved head. Levenia "Koloss" Lundgren, the six-four giantess. Julia "Sully" Hammett, a six-foot muscle and tattoo machine. The final one of the four got the pop of the night when she revealed herself to be Wendy “Zombie” Pellegrini. The five of them do the too-sweet hand gesture as Sykobitty laughs in the ring.
Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: Behold… my personal security detail. Behold… the fucking Purge. And fuck your little ‘kneel or perish’ bullshit. Around here it’s ‘fuck us, fuck you’ and I know there are a couple already eyeing us. Trust us, it ain’t worth the… Payne. And well, there goes the less-cursing. Personal record.
The four of them position themselves in each corner, while Sykobitty stands in the center of the ring. Sykobitty looks down at her championship and nods.
Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: Funny, my title doesn’t look like the one Priscilla’s holding. Maybe they did realize I aped the real belt when I left. Shit, maybe you ARE smarter than you look. Though, I should point out, on the company’s website, despite how many pretenders to the title there’s been since it was taken from me, and sorry Sorsh that includes you too, the company went out of the way to describe what happened to ME in a way that makes the COMPANY look good. Five years later, it’s still up there like a badge of honor, the day New Frontier Wrestling FUCKED Eavan Maloney. Well, guess what? Times have changed, but not my feelings. The fans LOVE me. There are even a few more people in both locker rooms who actually RESPECT me. And, sure, I’m still a little bitter about the past, but the fact yous keep inviting me back, and I get to fuck with your programs every now and then… I accept your apology.
Eavan shrugs, waving her arms to the sides as if she’s showing something off, cocking her head to the side in the process.
Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: Hell, look at what I’ve been able to do this time around. I can count my losses on one hand with fingers left over. I created a team in the Killer Smurfs, that recreated a stable Mayhem 2.0, that allowed me to finally become a tag champion for the first time in my career. Ash, Sorsh, Stacy, Bex, we forged an unbreakable bond, thank you for allowing me to be a part of that, and thank you Rynn for getting us here in the first place. If holding the Alliance Championships with them wasn’t cool enough, it fueled my desire to right another long-standing wrong.
Eavan looks at her Silver Mountain title and tosses it out of the ring in disgust.
Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: Priscilla White, the Norwegian Hound of New York City. I’ve been calling you out for weeks. Shit, I even got involved in your matches to save your sorry ass and you just NOW decide to acknowledge me? Fuck you, I should have let you lose your title to Azurine Vebbins. Thing is, I helped you out of respect. I had every intention of fighting you out of respect. Champion against former champion. I wanted a shot at redemption. Hell, I HAND-PICKED you as the opponent I wanted to fight because of the RESPECT I have for your mother. Oh yeah, that shit got straightened out some time ago. However, one of your hotheads decided to get up in my face, and by that I mean she got all over my socials, without knowing all the details. That proves y’alls stupidity.
Eavan looks right into the camera with a goofy smile on her face and waving.
Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: Hi, Sonnie, how you doin?
Eavan flips off the camera and continues pacing.
Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: Thing is, Priscilla, I don’t do being disrespected very well. Last week, I tried talking to you civilly and what happened? You jumped me because that’s all you know how to do. My Doves here had to nullify your Wolves, but that little tete-a-tete showed me something. It showed me all your weaknesses, Priscilla. I would have assumed with how smart and resilient Robi was, she’d have taught you better. At Cruel Summer, I get the match I’ve wanted since I came back, for the title I never lost, against the woman I wanted to beat to win it. BUT. Fuck with me ONCE, Priscilla, and you’ll have started a war that you cannot win. Your Wolves will not save you. Your FAMILY will not save you. ONE time, and I’ll tell the world that ONE secret you hide from everyone. That ONE secret you can’t even tell your closest confidants if you even have any. I saw it in you, and you know deep down, I’m just the bitch to tell it. Actually, I won’t… tell the world. I’ll just do it.
Eavan lifts a hand and shapes it like a gun, mimicking to shoot it before tossing the mic over her shoulder as the Doves leave.
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The camera shifts again to the backstage area to focus on the Kingdom’s locker room door display. It then slowly shifts to the right and to the hallway where all the catering tables are set up. There were some familiar faces here enjoying a pre or perhaps post-match refreshment. One amongst them had been the topic of conversation earlier. Plain as day standing on the far side of the table was Jasmine Matthews…or…someone who looked alarmingly like her. She had the same blonde hair, tho it seemed less natural and more recently dyed. She was dressed in street clothes that hit all the right notes to show off the things Jasmine would show off.
Nick Hanson: There she is!
Jim Reynolds: Does she look right to you?
Olivia Mayfaire: I mean? Yea?
Jasmine finished the pastry that she had been enjoying and scanned the crowd to find her target. When her icy blue eyes fell on the young woman standing near the far wall her lips pulled into a wide smile. She grabbed a large wrapped package from the table walked around it to the young woman working in catering and gently pushed the package into their stomach.
Jasmine Matthews: “Can you see to it that the Kingdom gets this? I’m in a hurry, thanks!”
Without waiting for her to answer the woman simply turned and walked away. The girl looked down at the package and then over at the door wondering why she didn’t just do it herself but shrugged and walked to the door and knocked.
After a moment the door pulls open to reveal Morgan Payne who raised a brow.
Morgan Payne: “Yea?”
Girl: “Jasmine told me to give this to you.”
Morgan took the package and looked back up at the girl.
Morgan Payne: “Jasmine gave you this? Herself? In person?”
The girl offered a nod.
Girl: “Less than two minutes ago.”
Morgan leaned out the door and looked around but found nothing. She said a quick thanks and closed the door. On her way past Lily and Christina, she tossed the package onto a table and walked back toward Mary who was speaking into her phone.
Jasmine Matthews: “He got here a couple of hours ago. Won’t tell me what’s going on. Says he wants to see us all.”
Morgan stepped up into view as Jasmine’s face on FaceTime came into view.
Morgan Payne: “You just had a package delivered to us.”
Nick Hanson: Wait, hold on! Jasmine’s on facetime!
Jim Reynolds: But didn’t she just give….wasn’t that….?
Olivia Mayfaire: My head is starting to hurt….
Jasmine blinked and canted her head in confusion.
Jasmine Matthews: “From Cali? That’s some impressive travel time.”
Lluvia Salvatore: “Whoever took it must have thought it was Jasmine, but obviously not. What do we do about him?”
Mary had her lip taken between her teeth and shook her head.
Mary Matthews: “Nothin we can do until we all get home. Just keep him there until we get home.”
Jasmine Matthews: “...Can do. Love you.”
The face time ended just as Lily let out a happy squeal. The group turned expecting a fight but instead found the wrapping paper that had once covered the box torn on the table and Lily hugging what could only be called a jumbo box of Reese's peanut buttercups.
Morgan let out a little laugh but locked Lily in a stern look.
Morgan Payne: “Why did you open it?”
Lily was looking down at the box with her tongue stuck out between the corner of her mouth. Christina let out a laugh of her own at that and motioned to the paper with her thumb.
Christina Olson: “It was addressed to her.”
Lily was already popping one into her mouth and chewing happily as the others all laughed. Lily furrowed her eyebrows and looked down at the box.
Lily Meadows: “They're stale! We can taste something off.”
Mary Matthews: “You’re going to eat them anyway aren’t you?”
Jim Reynolds: Oh god,stale chocolate is the worst!
Nick Hanson: Nick it doesn’t strike you as weird that Jasmine would give Lily chocolate and not show herself? Not weird at all?
Olivia Mayfaire: It is a little weird…
She asked with a laugh.
Lily Meadows: “Duh”
Lily looked up at Mary with a chocolate-covered grin and Mary reached out and gently touched the side of the blonde woman’s head.
Mary Matthews: “Never change Lil.”
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Match #3/Singles
Jason Shade squash match!
The bell rang, signaling the start of the match between Jason Shade and local talent, Fumagalli Bocchino Inutile. The instant the bell rang, Jason Shade stepped forth, advancing towards his opponent. FBI stepped in to meet him and they immediately locked up. With that, given the history of most of Jason Shade’s matches, the audience began to actually count as the match commenced.
Crowd: ONE…TWO…THREE…FOUR…FIVE…SIX…SEVEN…
FBI threw on a wristlock but Jason Shade reversed out of it, turning it into an Arm Wringer and slapped him across the chest with a loud backhand chop before sending FBI into the ropes.
Crowd: EIGHT…NINE…TEN…ELEVEN…TWELVE…
FBI came springing off the ropes and ducked underneath a Discus Lariat from Jason Shade before hitting the other side of the ropes and jumped off in attempt for a Springboard Crossbody but Jason Shade kicked up his leg right into FBI’s ribs, knocking him out of the air with a stiff Roundhouse Kick, sending him crashing to the mat in pain!
Crowd: THIRTEEN…FOURTEEN…FIFTEEN…SIXTEEN…
As FBI began to get up onto his knees, Jason Shade grabbed him into a Hammerlock and hooked an arm over his head, suddenly dropping down into a DDT, hitting him with “Pitch Black!” Without wasting time, Jason Shade stood and picked FBI up, scooping him upside down into his arms…
Crowd: SEVENTEEN…EIGHTEEN…NINETEEN…TWENTY…TWENTY ONE…
Jason Shade capped the assault off with “Lost Day”, planting FBI with a Sitout Tombstone Piledriver before floating around into a cover as he stared intensely right into the camera.
ONE…
TWO…
THREE!
TWO…
THREE!
Nick Hanson: Holy Hell!
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…JASON SHADE!!
Nick Hanson: Did anyone clock that?!
Olivia Mayfaire: Bell to bell? Twenty six seconds!
Jim Reynolds: Twenty six, are you–?!
Jason Shade never took his eyes off of the camera as he got up onto a knee, while Grace Radley joined him inside the ropes to congratulate her man.
Winner: Jason Shade
Result: Pinfall (Lost Day)
Result: Pinfall (Lost Day)
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After the match, Jason isn’t given much time to celebrate before he turns around to see Jessi Ozborne with a chair in hand. The crowd lets out a gasp, seemingly believing that things are about to go down between the two. But right before they can let their minds wander too far, Jessi unfolds the chair and sets it on the mat, revealing she has a second one in hand. She hands it over to Jason, before taking a microphone out of her back pocket and having a seat.Jessi Ozborne: Go on, take a seat…I think it’s about time you and I have ourselves a little conversation.
Jason eyes Jessi warily, looking down at the chair in his hand, before opening it and taking a seat himself. A ring tech brings him a microphone.
Jason Shade: I see. A highly unorthodox time off a chat, but you are quite the unorthodox woman, aren't you? Very well. Let's… chat.
Jessi tilts her head slightly towards Jason.
Jessi Ozborne: I feel like you and I…we haven’t really been able to know what to make of each other. Maybe that’s my fault. Maybe it’s just me not being trusting enough. Maybe we’ve been a bit too vague with each other. But I just wanna make one thing clear: You deserve to be here.
The crowd cheers at Jessi’s words, getting behind her endorsement of Jason.
Jessi Ozborne: This main event level? This is the place that everyone wants to be. This is the place where people dream to be. You’re here and I’m happy that you are. But if there’s one thing better than getting to this level, it’s to have this…
Jessi unwraps the World Championship from around her waist, holding it up.
Jessi Ozborne: This is the pinnacle of the business. The thing that everyone wants to have. The thing that everyone wants to be. And you’re gonna get there. I can see it. One day, you’re gonna take this and bring it to the next level. But you won’t do it at my expense.
The crowd becomes a bit deflated at Jessi’s final words, with the champion looking around a bit wearily. Jason, on the other hand, simply nods, waiting a moment before speaking.
Jason Shade: You are a talented woman, Ms. Ozborne. A fighting, proud champion. Leader of a faction known around the world. Someone so young with such a resume is rare in this world, and I must admit that I am quite in awe of what you have accomplished.
The crowd seems to perk up at these words, listening more intently now.
Jason Shade: It would be an honor to hold any title you've held previously, that much is clear. You elevate titles and companies just by wearing them around your waist, or simply stepping into the ring. One thing has changed, however, since you joined this company, or won that title.
There's no malice in Jason's voice. He's speaking earnestly to the woman sitting across from him.
Jason Shade: I was not employed here when you won that. My objective, to be honest, is not your title, Ms. Ozborne. My objective is to fight the best of the best. Right now, in New Frontier Wrestling? That person is you. Winning a title, should I beat you, is simply… icing on the cake, as the saying goes.
It takes a moment for Jessi to come up with a response to this, somewhat taken off guard by this.
Jessi Ozborne: See…see, this. This is what I don’t get about you, man. This is where my lack of understanding comes from. All my career, I’ve been surrounded by people with ulterior motives. People with a game to play. Yet here you are. No plotting, no backstabbing, no scheming. Just plain old fashioned respect. I can respect that…but I’d be lying if I said I trusted it as well.
The crowd once again becomes a bit deflated over Jessi’s words, with the champion picking up on it and immediately proceeding to speak again.
Jessi Ozborne: But…I do trust your drive, and your determination, and how much you want this title. So, I decided to give you a gesture of good faith. See, as the champion, our GM Jessica Clarkson-Morian, gave me the ability to choose our stipulation at Cruel Summer. But instead, I waived that right in favor of something a little more fair. Next week, we’re gonna fight for the right to choose how we do this. Beat the clock rules. Fastest to win gets their pick.
The crowd cheers at this proposition, with it coinciding with Jessi giving them a smile.
Jason smirks, nodding slowly as he absorbs the champion's words.
Jason Shade: See? A true fighting champion. I don't expect you to trust me. You're smarter than that. You don't know me. I don't know you. What I do know is that you can fight. I've seen your past matches. What you're capable of. I want to test just how far that capability goes. You should know by now that I do not pull punches for anyone. If I earn the opportunity to choose this stipulation, that will not be any different, Miss Ozborne.
He stands now, and makes his way over to the ropes, eyes on Jessi as he walks by.
Jason Shade: I am grateful for this opportunity. Hopefully you do not regret gifting it to me.
Jason steps out onto the apron and descends the steps slowly, headed toward the ramp. He stops, turning back toward the ring.
Jason Shade: I'll see you next week, Ms. Ozborne. Until then, unless you have more to say, I think I'll take my leave.
Jessi goes to speak, but the words don’t seem to come out, with Jason giving her a playful nod as he exits. With that, “Black Hole Sun” begins to play over the PA.
Nick Hanson: The Devilish Rogue leaves the champion stunned!
Olivia Mayfaire: Jessi Ozborne is typically never short on words! I wonder what that’s about!
Jim Reynolds: I do! Jason Shade only speaks in mutual respect…and Jessi Ozborne is the most disrespectful motherfucker that I know!
Olivia Mayfaire: Jim? Shut the fuck up.
Jason makes his exit, leaving Jessi to sit alone in front of the empty chair as we fade.
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The scene opens with Diamond Caldwell in her street clothes. She is alone pacing back and forth. To her surprise Devny Mitchell walks into frame. Diamond stops working herself up. She gives Devyn her undivided attention. Devyn Mitchell: Diamond, can I get a word with you?
Diamond nods. Devyn takes a deep breath. She doesn’t bother showing the reason she came to interview Diamond was the last thing she wanted to do.
Devyn Mitchell: Look... I hate to ask you this. Nothing personal. Just doing my job. Earlier tonight, Chis Matthews was attacked, no one knows who did it. In light of The Wolves unjustified attack on Nikita Niles a few days ago--
Diamond’s glare forces Devyn to cease finishing her thought.
Diamond Caldwell: Whoa... stop right there! What are you implying?
Devyn Mitchell: I’m sorry to ask... are the Queens of Chaos responsible for this?
Diamond closes her eyes. She takes a deep breath. After a lengthy exhale, Diamond proceeds to address the elephant in the room.
Diamond Caldwell: I am not sorry Chris was put down. Serves him right. He tried his best to come between Jessi and SANADA. The guy is a hypocrite. Hell no, I am not sorry he was taken out. With that said, WE are not responsible for putting him down like the pup he is. There Nomad charter, for all there crap about a code, them of them serving in the military, quote me on this, The Queens of Chaos are not thugs. I am wasting my time addressing this matter. The Wolves are going to believe we did it. Fuck it. It is what it is.
Diamond shrugs. Devyn nods.
Devyn Mitchell: One more question. Will The Queen’s accept the Monster’s Ball Challenge?
Diamond smirks.
Diamond Caldwell: We’ve never backed down from a fight. Ever. If they insist on this still being five on five. Fine by us. Don’t bother asking who are fifth Queen is, you’ll find out when the world does.
Not looking to entertain anymore possible questions, Diamond storms off as the scene fades to black.
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Match #4/Singles
Barry MacKenzie vs. Konrad Raab
The bell rings, but neither man moves just yet. The wily veteran in Konrad just staring across at the big meaty form of Barry MacKenzie with a determined look in his eyes. Taking a final moment to adjust his elbow pads, Konrad finally starts to move, but Barry doesn’t yet, instead just chuckling as he stares at Konrad. Barry finally moves, taking a few steps forward and then slapping at his chest and waving Konrad on to hit him with his best shot. Raab stares back, and then takes two steps back, pushing off the ropes and charging at barry, slamming his shoulder into the Australian’s chest, but it just sees Konrad bounce back and onto his ass instead.A loud cackle escapes Barry and he waves at Konrad to try again, and Raab slowly climbs to his feet, but then turns and slaps Barry right across the jaw! MacKenzie’s head reels back from the blow, before he turns back around to take a swing at Konrad, but Raab ducks under it, and as Barry turns around he’s greeted by a left cross! A second! A third! And then a european uppercut and Barry is wobbling! Raab turns to hit the ropes, but as he bounces back Barry darts forward and cracks him with a body splash, knocking Raab right on his back. Big Mac quickly scotts into position and then flips his huge frame with the standing moonsault he calls VB Cooler! Mac hooks a leg as the referee slides down.
ONE
TW–NO!
TW–NO!
No! Raab manages to kick out. Mister Mac has the momentum now though, and he follows up by dragging Raab up, and then instantly slamming him right back down. Mac hits the ropes and comes back looking for a running splash, but he stops mid-leap as he sees Raab raise his knees, and instead Mac shifts and drops a leg right across Raab’s head! Mac grins at how quick he reacted to that one, climbing up to his feet and dragging Raab with him. Mac hoists Raab up over his shoulder for a running powerslam, taking a moment to catch his breath before he charges to slam Raab down, but Konrab slips off his back and drops Mac with a reverse DDT! Raab reaches over to hook a leg.
ON-NO!
Mac kicks out quickly and Konrab can scarcely believe it. Climbing to his feet, the grizzled veteran watches as Barry pushes up onto his knees, and as Barry gets to his feet Konrab charges in, throwing a clothesline, but Barry catches him with a spinebuster! All the air is driven out of Raab’s lungs from the impact, and it only gets worse as Barry hauls the German up, and then hauls him up and drives him back down with a samoan drop. Barry leans back and manages to hook both of Raab’s legs as the referee makes the count.
ONE
TWO
TH–NO!
TWO
TH–NO!
Raab kicks out. Mister Mac glares towards the referee for a moment, shaking his head in disbelief, but then climbs back to his feet. Running a hand through his sweaty hair to catch his breath, he reaches down to drag a kneeling Raab up, but Konrab throws Mac’s hands away and starts throwing punches from his knees. The stiff shots see Barry stumbling backwards a bit, finally tumbling into the ropes and Raab uses it for momentum, whipping Barry across the ring. As Barry rebounds, Konrab throws a stiff clothesline, but Mac ducks under the arm, and as Konrab spins around, Barry leaps up and catches Konrab on the point of the jaw with a Victorian Cross Superman Punch! Raab hits the mat again, and Barry drops down to cover him.
ONE
TWO
THR–NO!
TWO
THR–NO!
Raab kicks out AGAIN! Barry can only sit and stare at the referee in sheer disbelief. Looking down at Konrab and then up at the referee, Barry shakes his head before pushing upto his feet breathing heavily. Reaching down, Barry starts to drag Raab up, hooking his head and calling for his Navy Blues Driver! Barry sets his feet and then goes to hoist Raab….but the veteran slips his weight in mid-air and shifts himself to land behind Barry, hooking Mac by the waist and roaring out as he tries to lift Mac for the Burn Pin. Barry’s feet go half an inch, but thats all they get before Barry slams his ass backwards, knocking Raab off him. Turning to see Raab stumbled back, Barry charges the ropes, and comes running back at Raab who suddenly darts forward and drills Barry with that clothesline, wobbling the big man! Raab senses his chance and he hits the ropes, coming back with a second clothesline, and Barry goes down to one knee! Konrad stares at his target and roars and then he drills Barry with a giant knee right to his jaw, sending the Big Man down onto his hands and knees! Raab senses his chance, and he turns and climbs to the middle rope, sizes up Barry as he pushes up, and then Raab leaps, using his momentum to flip right over Barry, and sending MacKenzie crashing down on his head with a Flaming Driver! Raab collapses atop Barry and the referee hits the mat.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…KONRAD RAAB!TWO
THREE!
Nick Hanson: Never doubt the bite of an old dog!
Olivia Mayfaire: A better adage. Beware the elder in a profession in which people often die young!
Winner: Konrad Raab
Result: Pinfall (Flaming Driver)
Result: Pinfall (Flaming Driver)
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Priscilla White: What makes you think you’re worthy, Eavan? From where I stand, your worth is questionable. At best. You can stomp your little boots and and demand attention all you want; that doesn’t make you a worthy contender.She smirked, the hustle and bustle behind her just adding to the excitement. The Wolves behind her were busy, putting together their packs for a trip. The banner behind them, tacked to the exterior of the clubhouse, revealed it was a pledge run. One Priscilla was participating in.
Priscilla White: You spoiled our cookout last week, Eavan, and trust me that didn’t go unnoticed by the rest of the Wolves. And it won’t go unanswered either. You want a chance to finish what you started? Pull the pin, Eavan. Let’s do this. Cruel Summer is coming up. Let’s burn the world!
She laughed heartily.
Priscilla White: I’d set you on fire any day of the week, Eavan. Burn your ego to the ground. Hell, I’d do it tonight. Unfortunately you’re outta luck. Pity for you.
One of the Wolves came and whispered something in her ear, and she smiled broadly in return.
Priscilla White: Looks like I’ve gotta go, Eavy. Consider this your warning; if you dare stand toe to toe with me, you’ll end up on the flat of your back, in the burn unit of some hospital. I will burn you alive!
As Priscilla walked away, walking over to her bike; the mic managed to pick up a bit of conversation between her and one of the other Wolves; all that was heard was “you dancin’ with matches Cilla.” And her reply “bitch, I’m bringin’ the kerosene. Light that cooze up and watch her burn.”
With that, the camera went to black.
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Backstage, the camera finds the members of Gallus Mag, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, standing together in their dressing room. Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Bet ya never thought we’d ever get the band back together, aye?
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, that bae th’ trite, Lass. Th’ gammy feckin’ bastards didna sae tha comin’.
Bruiser smirks as she tapes up her wrists and then nods before her expression shifts to slight concern.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Y’all heard from Stace at all after what went down on Trauma?
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, she bae hurt but she told us tae stand down an’ let do whot naeds tae bae done on her own. Our job is talkin’ down Eav an’ Ash since, neither one o’ them is known fer baein’ patient as such.
The older Shieldmaiden finishes taping up her wrists and tosses the tape back into her bag, shaking her head.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: If I’m bein’ honest, I’d love to give that big oaf a fuckin’ beatin’ she’ll not soon forget myself. But… I’ll respect Stace’s wishes and leave her be.
Bruiser begins to roll her arms out, stretching them so she’s ready for their match later on.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Seems like we got just as big o’ fish to deal with tonight anyway. Ain’t been in the rin’ with these lasses before… and even if I hadn’t looked into ‘em beforehand… even just fuckin’ lookin’ at ‘em ya can tell that they’re fuckin’ beasts.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Robi wouldna ‘ave stood fer ennithin less in her Club, would she?
The New Yorker shakes her head.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Naw. She always knew how to pick ‘em, that’s for damn sure. Now we get to show ‘em why the two o’ us are not just former Alliance Champs but former Tag Team Champs twice over.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, it bae time!
Bruiser then turns her attention to the camera.
Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Time to show these Wolves why Gallus Mag’s On Top! Because Hell is empty…[/color]
The older Shieldmaiden then puts her face mask up over her nose and mouth as Psycho now turns her attention to the camera.
“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: ...An’ th’ Maidens bae haer!
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Main Event/Tag Team
Gallus Mag vs. The Wolves Of Odinn
With most of the Wolves of Odinn, Trixie Decker, Kaya Parker, Alastair Frost standing ringside, Isis and Janie rush over and drill both Psycho and Bruiser, knocking Bruiser through the ropes to the floor. Janie hooks Psycho for a gutwrench and suplexes her over. Psycho hits hard. Isis drops a leg and Janie covers Psycho.
ONE!
TWO!
PSYCHO KICKS OUT!
TWO!
PSYCHO KICKS OUT!
Bruiser comes back in and nails Janie from behind. She turns and starts trading punches with Isis. Bruiser nail Isis, Isis fires back, Bruiser, Isis, Bruiser, Isis, Bruiser, Isis. Janie goes after the back of Bruiser’s leg at the knee but Psycho catches her coming in with a roundhouse kick to the face. Janie goes down and Psycho covers her while Bruiser and Isis keep fighting their way towards the corner.
ONE!
TWO!
JANIE KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JANIE KICKS OUT!
The Wolves on the floor move in and reach at Bruiser’s legs. The referee reprimands them and directs them all to back off. They all put their hands up and back away as iof to plead their innocence in the matter. The referee continues to warn them as Bruiser and Isis almost crash into the hapless official. Janie and Psycho get to their feet and Janie punches Psycho. Psycho recoils and then kicks janie back. Janie goes down to knee and then explodes up and into a tackle on Psycho. They go down to the mat. Kaya starts jawing with the referee and the referee jaws back. Psycho cradles Janie off the mat. The referee crashes down to count.
ONE!
TWO!
ISIS BREAKS IT UP!
TWO!
ISIS BREAKS IT UP!
Bruiser comes in and starts fighting with Isis again. Kaya screams at the referee and the referee moves to intercept her. Trixie and Alastair step up and pull Bruiser from the ring with Isis’ help. Isis turns around and nails Psycho in the back. Isis backs off as Janie covers Psycho.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
TWO!
THREE!
Darlyn Fajardo: Here are your winners…THE WOLVES OF ODINN!
Winners: The Wolves Of Odinn
Result: Pinfall (Interference)
Result: Pinfall (Interference)
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As soon as the bell rings and the winners are announced, ISIS climbs into the ring as Janie Grayson gets to her feet. Alastair Frost, Trixie Decker and Kaya Parker all join them in the ring and taunt with their victory as Gallus Mag roll out of the ring. The crowd boos loudly but not for long as they begin to cheer, loud enough that it drowns out the Wolves’ music. The five Wolves all immediately look towards the stage to see four Queens of Chaos running down to the ring, looking for a fight. Diamond Caldwell, Kairi Nishikiyama and The Emperor Aces.Nick Hanson: And it looks like we’re gonna get us a little more action tonight! Here we go!
Olivia Mayfaire: Cruel Summer preview!
Jim Reynolds: Preview?! The Wolves got the Queens outnumbered! This is a suicide mission they should just give up on!
Nick Hanson: & Olivia Mayfaire: Shut up Jim!
It isn’t long, however, before the numbers advantage for the Wolves of Odinn soon overwhelms the four Queens of Chaos and the latter group is down on the mat. Alastair and ISIS stomp away at Diamond while Kaya hammers away with forearms at Kairi Nishikiyama. Trixie and Janie each take a member of the Emperor Aces - Trixie on Jordan, Janie on SANADA. Just stomping viciously away at them as the crowd boos.
Olivia Mayfaire: The Wolves took out Nakita Niles or you have to know she’d be here!
Nick Hanson: I understand that Jessi Ozborn has left the arena for the night or you know she’d be here!
Jim Reynolds: I don’t know why the Queens of Chaos are out here even! They evened the score with Chris Matthews, the vengeful bitches!
Olivia Mayfaire: They had nothing to do with that!
One by one, The Wolves of Odinn start dishing out their big signature maneuvers on the Queens of Chaos until Alastair Frost sends Kaya Parker out of the ring for a chair. She brings it to him and he has Janie and ISIS pick Diamond up on her knees as he gets down in her face, telling her that this is it for them. He brings the chair up but pauses as he sees Diamond…laughing. Alastair lowers the chair and glowers at Diamond, asking her what’s so funny. Diamond just laughs more despite the pain she’s in as…..
Jim Reynolds: What the hell is this?
Olivia Mayfaire: Is this what Diamond’s laughing at?
No one can be sure as even the other Queens of Chaos in the ring look up from the mat in pained confusion. Janie and ISIS keep holding Diamond as they watch the stage. Trixie, Kaya and Alastair all look to the stage, anticipating something.
As the song turns heavy and a burst of pyro goes off, a figure comes running out from within the cloud of smoke…RISA LEMON!!!!! Fully garbed in Queens of Chaos colors, jacket with her face half painted like a skull, holding a kendo stick!!
Crowd: YEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!!!!
Jim Reynolds: WHAT THE HELL?!
Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD!!!! SHE’S BACK!!!!
Olivia Mayfaire: AM I SEEING THINGS?!
Jim Reynolds: BUT SHE’S RETIRED!!!
Nick Hanson: I don’t think so, Jim Reynolds! She’s not retired! She’s….
RISA looks at the gathering inside the ring and grins, raising a hand up, counting out her fingers. 1, 2, 3, 4….5!
Nick Hanson: SHE’S THE FIFTH!!
RISA breaks into a full sprint at the ring. Alastair barks orders and Trixie and Kaya slide out of the ring to intercept! RISA catches Kaya in the ribs with her kendo stick! She dodges a haymaker from Trixie and splinters the kendo stick over her head! She hops up onto the apron as Alastair comes in with the chair but RISA ducks under the top rope and drives her shoulder into his ribs, knocking him back as the chair falls. Jordan and SANADA get to their feet and fight ISIS and Janie off of Diamond before they see RISA jumping up onto the top rope. They dive out of the way as RISA comes springboarding in, taking Alastair, ISIS and Janie with with a big Crossbody! The Wolves roll out of the ring as RISA kips up to her feet and screams to the Chicago crowd who roar back at her. Diamond gets to her feet, smiling and applauding as Kairi, Jordan and SANADA all look at RISA with a mix of shock and relief. The Queens of Chaos slap hands before RISA waves the gestures off and raises up the QoC “Too Sweet.” The crowd pops as the five Queens all meet their hands in the air in the middle.
Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, I can hardly believe my eyes!!! The Queens of Chaos have their fifth and it is RISA!!
Olivia Mayfaire: This has to be what Diamond Caldwell was talking about!
Jim Reynolds: This is absurd!
Olivia Mayfaire: Shut up Jim! This is awesome!
Nick Hanson: We’ll see you next week for more Collision, ladies and gentlemen!
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