NFW Collision #50 - Toronto, Ont! 08/20/2019!

As the pyro goes off inside the Scotiabank Arena, the Toronto fans are going wild with their signs, wearing their t-shirts, rocking their face paint and masks. The camera sweeps across the audience, catching all of this.

CROWD
NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!

WELCOME BACK, EH?!

THE NEW FRONTIER IN THE GREAT WHITE NORTH!

GET WELL SOON T-I-U!

WHERE IS ALEX?!

THE DARK FAERIE WILL RISE!

ALL HAIL THE RED QUEEN!

THE RATS WILL ENTER THE DEN!

Finally, the camera rests on the announce table where Nick Hanson and Miranda Augustino are settled, headsets on, ready to greet the viewers.

HANSON
“Good evening ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to Tuesday Night Collision! We wanna thank you for joining us on our 50th episode! We are one week passed Motor City Mayhem. Definitely one hell of a show in Detroit, Michigan. Tonight, we will see the fallout of all that went down. We had six titles on the line. Six champions retained. But the big buzz right now, folks, is the Women’s Champion match we saw take place. Sativa Nevaeh retained against Alex Brody, preceding a heart wrenching betrayal at the hands of special referee, Lilith Meadows. And Alex Brody. Where is Alex Brody? She has not been seen since that night. Nobody can get into contact with her.”

AUGUSTINO
“I have to admit, we’re all worried, Nick. Alex, if you’re watching this, please reach out to us. We’re all worried. Your father’s worried sick. Your friends are worried. Please. Reach out. Let us know you’re okay. What do we have tonight, Nick?”

HANSON
“We’re doing things a little different, this week. As it’s our 50th episode, we’re gonna have our three women’s singles champions competing in the main event under triple threat rules. It’ll be a non-title match, folks. We will see Silver Mountain Champion, Shelley Silver...Women’s Television Champion, Eavan Maloney...and NFW Women’s Champion, Sativa Nevaeh taking each other on later tonight. We will still have championship gold on the line. Jason Goodnight has been granted a rematch against Television Champion, Wyld Stallion.”

AUGUSTINO
“He didn’t exactly get a fair match last time they met, did he?”

HANSON
“Heh, no. Can’t say he did. We’re also gonna see The Renegades take on Beauty and the Beast. Anton Crowley will face WIlliam Mannheim. The Mangler, in my interview, two weeks ago, had some choice words about both Anton and his wife, Eavan Maloney. We’ll see how that turns out, tonight. The Kingdom will be in action with two other matches. Morgan Payne will take on Mary Kennedy. We know they’ve had some recent differences. And Erin Mercer has called out Lilith Meadows, formerly known as Ice. We know Mercer and Alex Brody are best friends. Erin took offense to Lilith Meadows’ actions last week and demands an explanation. We’re supposed to hear from Lilith Meadows tonight, concerning her actions.”

AUGUSTINO
“She’s actually gonna speak?”

HANSON
“Who knows? I’m told we will get answers, however. With that being said, we thank you for joining us ladies and gentlemen. Sit back and enjoy the show!”
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Teminite & Panda Eyes’ “High Score” plays over the logo screen for the Game Room segment as the images of the Skillz Vendorz’ heads bounce around on the screen. The screen swipes away revealing...yup, you guessed it! Our girls are sitting on their couch...which some fans may be starting to wonder if they’re lugging this same couch around with them, everywhere the show travels.

Sammi Belmont and Katrina Cage sit on either end of the couch while Mary Kennedy sits in the middle. It’s Mare Bare manning the controller this time as her stable mates look on with their assortment of junk food around them. There’s Sammi with her practically trademark two liter of mountain dew with a giant swirly straw inside and a bowl of popcorn. Katrina has a huge bag of flaming hot doritos and a 100oz 7-11 cup. The mini screen on the bottom displays Mary’s gameplay as the three Skillz Vendorz veg out.

Mary wasn't your average gamer. She didn't gorge on caffeine and junk food, save for exam time. At the same time, it wasn't like she judged her friends and stablemates for doing so. And also? If they happened to get a sponsorship? Mary would happily consume the product and get paid for it. She sat comfortably on the couch between the other girls, a PS4 controller in her hand. The familiar look of concentration and determination on her face. "Why won't these fuckers die?!" she yelled out, completely oblivious to the fact that the camera was on her. "There's so many of them!" She was referring to the B.O.W.s that were on the island in Resident Evil: Revelations 2. "And why do I have to play this just to see Claire again?"

"Because it's bloody next gen graphics Claire and that arse looks fly in them jeans!" Sammi Belmont chortled with a mouthful of popcorn as she crunches on it.

"Chica, your mind is so in the gutter, it puts most men to shame." Katrina said before popping a Dorito into her mouth.

"I'll admit, she does look great. I still ship her and Leon. Especially after they killed Steve off in Code Veronica," she spat out bitterly as she slammed her thumbs on a few more buttons, giving out a battle cry.

After killing the boss in that chapter, Mary looked over to Sammi. "Yo, do we need to buy you and Marissa a new vibrator?" she laughed, shaking her head.

Sammi's eyes lit up excitedly as if that actually reminder her of something. "Ooh! No! So check this out, yeah? Mar and I got this new strap-on, right? It's double ended and it's got this little---"

"AAAGGGHHHH DADADADADA!!!!!" Kat suddenly intervenes, closing her eyes and waving her hand frantically to shut Sammi up. "Tee Em frickin Eye, Sam! Aye-yi-yi!" Kat looks over at Sam as if silently asking 'what the hell is wrong with you?' She then looked to Mary and shook her head as if saying 'what are we gonna do with this one?'

Pouting a little at being scolded, Samantha chewed on her swirly straw and sucked up some Mountain Dew. "Well I think it's bloody neat...."

"Good for you, Sam. We don't need the deets on what you and Mar do in the sheets. 'Sides, last thing my ass needs is a reminder that I'm the only one here not getting any." Now it was Kat's turn to pout and drink some soda.

Sammi shrugged her shoulders, looking over to Mary. "Oi! Mare Bare. Speaking of vibrators, you feeling alright about your match tonight?"

Mary paused her game, closing her eyes for a moment before sputtering out a hysterical laugh. "You think if I hide a few under the mat and turn them on during my match, Morgan would get fully distracted and think she was with one of her girls?"

She looked over to Sammi, "I wonder about you. Not only sometimes, little one," she teased the smaller member of the stable.

Katrina busted out laughing, almost spilling her chips. "Probably! Then you can just roll her up and she'll think one of them's got her on her back again." Kat laughed, leaning towards their main camera and held her hands up. "We're kidding Morgaaaaaaaaaan! Don't get mad!" Looking over, Katrina noticed that Sam actually looked a little glum. "What's wrong, Sam?"

"Nothin'...just...I dunno. Maybe we shouldn't talk bad about her, ya know?"

"Oh c'mon Sammi! You started it anyway. What, are you suddenly scared of The Kingdom?" Katrina said, sipping from her straw.

"Bloody hell no!" Samantha looked at her friends briefly with an 'are you kidding me' expression then turned serious. "It's just...she's Marissa's best friend...Marissa's friend...Marissa's my girlfriend. I just don't know what's gotten into her lately, you know? Morgan, I mean."

Mary sighed, frowning as she reached over, patting Sammi's knee. "We've all been thinking that lately. Like... they made their point, but now they think they have to keep that up by being even worse?"

She started playing her game again, going through some less than action-packed plot stuff. She looked up at the camera for a moment before looking to each of her friends, "do either of you know if anyone's heard from Alex?"

Kat shook her head and looked over at Sammi, who also shook her head. Both girls then looked at Mary and shook their heads simultaneously.

"No. I saw Erin pacing around in the parking lot with her phone to her ear." Sammi remarked. "Probably trying to get in touch with her, again."

"Dude, they've been sharing that missing persons ad of her. Even Jasmine Matthews is worried about her." Katrina said, showing the surprise on her face. "It's like they didn't expect it to go this far."

Sammi threw her hands up with a look of disbelief on her face and a mouthful of popcorn. "Wewl whutha bwoodyfuch dehtheyeshpeck tuhfuchinhappen?!" Sammi held up a finger, sipping from her 2 liter to wash the popcorn down and talk more coherently. "I mean, Alex bloody loved Lilith with everything she had. You could see it. Alex's always been bubbly but she was practically fuckin' glowing around Ice. Lilith. Dark Faerie. Whatever the piss she calls herself now. I don't give a soddin rat's arse! I still had respect for them after we lost the match for the tag titles but now I wouldn't squat over 'em if they were burnin' alive."

Kat looked at the camera wide eyed with a 'meep' look on her face. It wasn't easy to get little Sammi this upset. "All we can do at this point is keep our fingers crossed, right?"

"I don't really even know any of them, but it went to so many levels of fucked up. Not that we know all of the details," Mary shook her head. "It's like... that bloody fairy bitch was all... 'alright, I tried monogamy, but it wasn't for me. Sorry, not sorry.'" She frowned, "and that is just what we all saw on the pay-per-view. Because apparently, it was too hard to talk to Alex about feeling that way like a grown-up?"

Mary decided to leave her thoughts at that. It wasn't her business, but since some of the things had happened right there in the ring, it was public knowledge and it was likely that many theories had been thought up about the situation. "Which brings something to mind, I don't trust the whole bloody lot of them. I'm not asking you to come down to the ring with me, but do you think that you can be paying attention before, after, and during my match?"

"Oh, girl! You ain't even gotta ask! You know we got your back, mate! For sure!" Kat and Sammi said in a clamber together, both leaning in to give Mary a hug from both sides.

"We don't trust them either, chica." Kat said, hanging an arm around Mary's neck.

"Makes you feel better, we'll be right behind the curtain!" Sammi added, patting Mary's leg. "I almost hope they try something. Give us a bloody reason!"

Mary nodded with a laugh, "I'd honestly be worried if they didn't at this point. Like as if they've got something bigger waiting for us. Because you know... it's us."

"And we got skiiiiiiiiiiiillz!!!!" Kat playfully, sarcastically threw up her hands in a mess of multiple, poorly done gang signs.

"Oi! You know we got skillz, mates!" Sammi stuck her hand in the air for a group high five. "They'd need something bigger, honestly. I mean they barely retained the tag team titles against us. Right, Kat?"

Kat frowned some after the high five and waved her hand, 'kinda so-so.' "Actually, they kinda had us scouted."

"Yeah, who am I kiddin'? They kicked our butts." Sammi slumped in her seat, frowning cutely again. "Oi, how much does Morgan bench again?"

Kat stopped to think and shrugged. "Fuck, I dunno. I saw her pumping like two fifty I think once."

Sammi raised her eyebrows. "Fuck me, I'm glad I ain't fightin' 'er!" She looked to Mary and gave a tight, nervous smile. "Welp!" She patted her on the back. "Go get 'er Mare Bare! We'll be cheerin' ya on behind the curtain, yeah?"

Mary grinned as she finished the chapter and looked to each of her friends, "I'm not worried. I've got a few more moves in my arsenal that I haven't even debuted yet." She stood up, stretching out with a groan. "I've got this."

Sammi and Kat both stood up, setting their snacks down. Kat stretched her arms over her head and bent to the side with a crack. Sammi pounded a fist on her chest and let out a belch that could have awoken the gods. Kat just looked at her in disbelief. "Still don't know how you do that at your size."

Sammi winks and clicks her tongue before wiggling her index finger and in a sing-song voice, says "I'll never teeeeeeell...." Grinning then, Sammi reached down and gave Mary a good game slap right on the ass. "Alright, then! Let's go Mare Bare!"

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[Match #1. Singles Contest - Mary Kennedy v. Morgan Payne]

The Super Mario Bros Theme Song Remix begins to play and a few moments later, Mary Williams walks out onto the stage with a plastic smile on her face, giving a beauty pageant wave to the crowd before bouncing a few times in place and running down the ramp, to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, the momentum taking her to the center of the ring. She does a push-up and walks to her hands before bouncing up, just as you can hear Mario's voice saying "Let's a-go!".

ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! From Oak Park, Illinois... She's one third of the Skillz Vendorz! It's Mary... Kennedy!”

The music fades out as she gets ready for the match.


As the opening guitar riff to the song starts, the lights dim down leaving the arena in a darkened state as a police spotlight sweeps over the audience. Three seconds in, the light start flashing a deep, golden yellow.

8 o'clock, Monday night and I'm waitin'
To finally talk to a girl a little cooler than me.
Her name is Nona, she's a rocker with a nose ring,
She wears a two way, but I'm not quite sure what that means.

And when she walks,
All the wind blows and the angels sing.
But she doesn't notice me!

On the bridge of the song, the spotlight finally falls on the top of the stairs where the camera falls on Morgan Payne, clad in her full ring gear. Leather jacket, worn Steelers cap worn backwards. The crowd gives a mixed reaction to her sudden appearance among them. Some cheer her while others boo her in general principal of who she's affiliated with. Morgan doesn't care, obviously, as she looks around at the audience with a stoic expression that slowly curls into a sly smirk. She starts moving own the steps towards the ground level.

'Cause she is watchin' wrestling
Creamin' over tough guys
Listenin' to rap metal
Turntables in her eyes

It's like a bad movie
She is lookin' through me
If you were me, then you'd be
Screamin' "Someone shoot me!"
As I fail miserably,
Tryin' to get the girl all the bad guys want.
She's the girl all the bad guys want!

ARDEN
“Her opponent! Representing the Kingdom! From McKeesport, Pennsylvania! MORGAN...PAYNE!”

Morgan moves down the steps as the camera stays with her. As she gets closer and closer to the bottom, she starts shaking out her fists at her side, loosening up for the upcoming match. The lyrics to the song come fast but Morgan moves in pace with the steady, methodical beat. As she does, fans on the ends of the aisles excitedly offer out their plastic cups of beer. At one point, Morgan randomly stops and accepts a cup from one fan and slams the entire thing back. She chugs down most of it with a little but dribbling down her chin and neck. She then tosses the cup over her shoulder, and gives daps to the fan she got the beer from. She continues her way down the stairs until she gets to the bottom. Now, her focus is honed in on the ring as she picks up the pace into a brisk, all business walk towards the barrier and hops right over it.

She likes the Godsmack and I like Agent Orange
Her CD changer's full of singers that are mad at their dad
She says she'd like to score some reefer and a forty
She'll never know that I'm the best that she'll never have

And when she walks,
All the wind blows and the angels sing.
She'll never notice me!

Morgan stalks her way around the ring as the song continues, before climbing up onto the apron and entering through the top and middle ropes where she then hops on the balls of her feet inside the ring, rolling her neck. She's so amped up, the referee has to make her stop while they check her gloves and knee pads before she removes her jacket, flannel shirt from around her waist and her Steelers cap, handing it off to the attendant on the outside. She squats and leans forward, resting her elbows on her thighs as she rocks side to side on her feet, ready and waiting....

~DING DING DING~

Mary Kennedy and Morgan Payne start the match off by coming out of their corners. Mary, as usual, is all smiles, having a good time. She has her arms opened out as if to tell Morgan ‘well, here we are!’ Morgan isn’t in a mood to kid around as she gets right up in Mary’s face and starts jawing back and forth with her. Mary attempts to ease the situation down and offers a handshake to wish her opponent a good match. Morgan looks down at the hand then to the crowd with a smirk on her face. ‘Is she serious, right now?’ Morgan turns back to Mary then and tentatively accepts the handshake. There’s a round of applause from the crowd until the moment where Morgan yanks Mary forward by the hand and catches her with cheap forearm to the face. The applause turns to boos as Morgan holds tight onto Mary’s wrist and keeps drilling her with forearms as she backs her into the ropes. Morgan pushes Mary off of them and Irish whips her across the ring into the ropes on the other side. Morgan rushes forward just enough to deny Mary any recovery time in her return and dips down, popping her up into the air in a stunning back body drop. Mary almost seems to pause in mid air before crashing down onto her back. Mary Kennedy’s face says it all as she rolls onto her side: ‘that hurt.’ Morgan throws her arms out, angrily yelling to the crowd.

“HOW D’YINZ LIKE ME NOW, HUH?!”

Morgan is answered with a wave of boos from the audience. She brings her arms in and throws two middle fingers at the Toronto audience before turning back to her opponent. Mary is just now sitting up and Morgan delivers a stiff kick to the spine. Mary reels and voices her pain. Morgan delivers a second kick to the spine. Mary reels again. Morgan steps around to the front and kicks her square in the chest, knocking Mary back before dropping down on top of her for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Morgan sits up onto her knees, throwing up three fingers in referee Yumi Akiyama’s face, yelling at her to learn how to count. Akiyama confirms a two count. Morgan brings her hands up in the woman’s face and slaps her palm three times with a mocking look of surprise on her face. She waves the referee off and gets up to her feet. Morgan taunts the crowd again as they boo her. What do they want from her, she wonders? Morgan turns back as Mary is getting up onto all fours. As she starts to push herself up, Morgan bites her bottom lip and shakes her head. The Italian-Latina steps in and hits Mary with a blatant punch right to the side of the face. This draws an even louder boo from the audience as the referee backs Morgan up to a corner and chides her. Morgan holds her arms out, jawing back at the ref as she’s told to stay put. The ref goes back to check on Mary Kennedy as she starts getting to her feet. Morgan sees an opportunity and runs in, attempting a curb stomp but Mary manages to move out of the way. Morgan comes down on her foot and stumbles, almost losing her balance. Mary runs to the corner and, as Morgan turns, comes off the turnbuckle with a Whisper In The Wind that gets the crowd going as she nails Morgan right in the face with her foot. Morgan spins with her back to Mary and falls to her knees. Mary scrambles up and pushes off of the ropes, running in and hits a Throwback, snapping Morgan’s face right into the canvas. She pops up again and runs off the ropes in front of Morgan as the physically, more powerful girl pushes herself back up to her knees. Mary throws herself at Morgan with a crossbody and knocks her onto her back, staying on top of her for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Morgan throws Mary up off of her and sends Mary rolling onto the apron, outside of the ropes. Mary is quick to her feet and waits outside of the ropes for Morgan to get to her feet. As soon as she’s in position, Mary jumps up onto the top rope and springboards off of it, coming down onto Morgan’s shoulders for a hurricanrana. Morgan uses her strength to keep Mary from flipping her over and pulls Mary back up, looking like she’s going for a powerbomb. Mary counters by raining punches down onto Morgan’s head. After a few strikes, Mary hoists herself up and over Morgan’s head and delivers a Sunset Flip Powerbomb, holding onto the legs as the referee drops down to the count!

ONE!

TWO!

Morgan gets her shoulder up and rolls out of the ring where she starts kicking the barricade and trying to pull it apart with her hands in a fit of rage. This gets the fans riled up and taunting her. Morgan jaws back and forth with one of them before grabbing his cup of beer, downs what’s left of it and throws the empty cup in his face, flipping him off. She gets more boos from the audience who don’t understand what’s going on with her lately. Just as she turns back to the ring, however, Mary Kennedy comes running and soars over the ropes in a somersault plancha, crashing down onto Morgan and taking her to the floor. The crowd goes wild for Mary Kennedy as she gets to her feet with a wide eyed look of shock on her face. She can’t believe she actually pulled something off like that. Her humble reaction to her own maneuver gets the crowd behind her even more.

CROWD
“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
Clap-clap-clapclapclap

“THAT WAS AWESOME!”
Clap-clap-clapclapclap

Mary holds her arms up before placing them together in a humble ‘thank you’ to the crowd. She turns back to Morgan then, adorably remembering she still has a match to finish and shouldn’t get too distracted. Mary picks Morgan up and leans her back against the barricade. Morgan gets a few pats on the shoulder from Kingdom fans while Skillz Vendorz fans goad Mary into putting the hurt on the tattooed woman. Mary rears back with a hand and brings it in for a loud chop across Morgan’s chest. Morgan almost goes down, covering her chest with a forearm. She can be seen mouthing ‘Ahhhh!!! Fuck!’ before Mary pushes her back against the barricade to deliver another chop. Mary pushes her back against the barricade again as the referee begins to count. Mary catches Morgan in the jaw with a forearm. It doesn’t look as if she gets all of it though as Morgan can be seen looking more pissed off from the hit than anything. Mary attempts to Irish whip Morgan while they’re out on the ring floor but Morgan reverses it and sends Mary running right into the steel steps. The Skillz Vendorz member runs right into it, legs first and goes rolling over the steps.

Grimacing through the pain from the chops, Morgan Payne advances on Mary Kennedy. Morgan pulls Mary up by her hair and slams her face down into the ring apron. Mary snaps back up, holding her face. Morgan whips Mary into the barricade, running her ribs into the steel. The referee reaches fifteen on her count and Morgan finally throws Mary back into the ring, sliding in behind her. Mary crawls over to the corner and pulls herself up, but Morgan is right there on her, spinning her around to face her. Morgan hits a knife edge chop and throws Mary to the mat, causing her to roll forward into a situp position as the Kingdom girl runs fast off of the ropes and comes in for a stiff basement dropkick, completing Yoi Yoi Double Yoi. Mary’s head smacked right into the middle rope from the impact while she almost slipped right through to the floor. Morgan caught her by her shorts and a leg to pull her back in.

AUGUSTINO
“Mare Bare’s wearing pink.”

HANSON
“What?”

AUGUSTINO
“Nothing.”

Morgan Payne pulled Mary Kennedy up onto her feet with the Skillz Vendor’s back to her and hoisted her up across her shoulders. Giving a quick, glare at the camera, she took a running charge to the center of the ring and put a little hop into her step, adding a bit more theatrical flare to the Downtown After Dark before throwing herself over Mary for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

ARDEN
“Here is your winner! MORGAN...PAYNE!”

“Girl All The Bad Guys Want” played through the speakers as Morgan got to her feet and stood over Mary, spreading her arms and looking down at her. She let the referee raise her arm in victory before she stepped over Mary and squatted down, essentially straddling her. Morgan gave the girl a boop on the nose before tilting her head and nodded, giving an ‘atta girl’ pat on her upper chest as if showing a sign of respect to her opponent. Morgan helped Mary up to her feet and steadied her before leaving the ring, promptly and exited through the crowd, the same way she came. Again, she accepts a fan’s offer of a beer and downs the beverage in one pull before disappearing through the doors to backstage.

Winner: Morgan Payne
Result: Pinfall
Time: 24:10
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[Match #2. Tag Team Contest - The Renegades v. Beauty And The Beast]

Hollywood Undead’s “Renegade” kicks on over the speakers as the lights start to flash red and blue, resembling that of police lights.

~YOUNG RENEGADE~

As the guitar and drums fully kick in, the curtain flies open and out come The Renegades. Tyler Grey wears his perpetual look of sheer hatred and disgust on his face. Tyson Law throws up the double middle fingers to the audience as he bobs his head to the music. Behind them, James Reynolds leads Havok out onto the stage, dressed in black fatigue pants, combat boots and a long sleeved Renegades t-shirt with the sleeves tugged up around his elbows. All three men start moving towards the ring, followed by their manager.

ARDEN
“The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Being accompanied to the ring by Jim Reynolds AND Havok! At a combined weight of four hundred and twenty three pounds! Tyler Grey...Tyson Law...THE RENEGADES!!!!”

The Renegades enter the ring together. Tyler Grey enters under the top rope. Tyson Law slingshots himself in a somersault over the top rope and Havok,follows Jim Reynolds in between the top and middle rope. The three come to the center of the ring, joined by Jim Reynolds as all four men extend the Renegade grenade gesture out to the camera before returning to their corner. Reynolds and Havok exit the ring and step down to the floor.


"Bad Guy" by Eminem hits the speakers and a booing crowd stand to their feet as they start chanting, "go away."

ARDEN
"And introducing the opponents, representing Power Trip and being accompanied to the ring by Crystal Taylor at a combined weight of 547 pounds, they are the team of Mike Smith and Christian Taylor... BEAUTY AND THE BEAST!"

Mike Smith walks out from the back with Crystal Taylor at his side. She turns toward him and starts clapping as he perches his hands on his waist, staring at the booing crowd. Christian Taylor jogs out from the back and he hops on Mike Smith's back with his legs fastening around his midsection. He raises his right fist to the ceiling and shouts, "we the bomb, bitches!" Remaining on Mike Smith's back, Mike showing his true strength as he continues to walk normally down the ramp with Crystal beside him. They pass the fans as Christian pretends to want to backhand the booing fans. Once they make it to the bottom of the ramp, Christian hops off Mike's back onto the apron and climbs up to the second rope, kneeling his knee on the top turnbuckle, looking through the audience. Mike pulls himself up on the apron and steps over the second rope. He walks to the middle of the ring as Crystal hustles up the steel stairs and dips down under the second rope as Christian backflips off the turnbuckle. He stands on the bottom rope and leans over the rope, blowing a kiss to the booing fans as Crystal smirks at her husband while standing beside Mike Smith in the middle of the ring.

~DING DING DING~

Tyson and Christian are in the ring as the bell sounds. Tyson makes the first move, not even waiting and takes Christian down with a spear as he gets in a mount position and starts to deliver forearms trying to break the guard of Christian. A few of the blows hit, but Christian finally tosses Tyson off of him. Christian gets back up to his feet and delivers an European uppercut to Tyson who stumbles back into the ropes. But he’s just close enough for Tyler to reach out and tag himself into the match. Tyson comes off the ropes and delivers a dropkick as Tyler climbs up to the top rope and delivers a moonsault onto Christian and going for a pin.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

HANSON
“OH!! Beautiful tandem tag maneuver by The Renegades!!”

AUGUSTINO
“I think Taylor and Smith might be in trouble, Nick!”

Tyler picks Christian up off the mat and sends him into the ropes. Christian comes off the ropes and runs right into a standing dropkick by Tyler who then follows up with a double stomp right to the chest. Tyler signals for Tyson who drops down to the floor and goes over to the other corner and drops Mike down off the apron. Tyson grabs Mike by the head and runs up the apron and delivers a tornado DDT to the big man as Tyler grabs Christian and locks in the Skynet and it isn’t long before Christian is forced to tap out.

Before Roger Arden could finish the announcement, Jim Reynolds stepped right up and snatched the microphone from his hand and looked directly at the camera.

"HEY!" Jim shouted into the microphone as he stood over Christian Taylor as the man held his shoulder. Jim Reynolds gave that wicked, twisted grin of his. "Hey Toronto. Sorry for the interruption, this'll only take a second." He chuckled, looking down at Christian between his feet for a moment then back up at the camera, barely lifting his head but raising his eyes to look directly at all those viewing on television. "Now then...I promised a demonstration...to the proxy boy of a washed up old piece of shit from this very country!" Jim Reynolds jabs a finger down at the mat as the entirety of the Toronto audience shower The Renegades with boos. "See, we got a bright, young up and comer wanting a piece of a guy of my choice. Can't say how bright you really are, kid...." Jim Reynolds said, watching the camera again. "You could have picked any other role model for inspiration. Sadly, he's trying to put into your head that because you idolize him -- because you learned from him -- that you're the next best thing since...well...in his mind, him! Well, let me give you a little wake up call as to what you agreed to step into the ring to! HAVOK!" Jim Reynolds turns towards the masked member of The Renegades and steps back away from Christian Taylor. He snaps his fingers and points to the man on the mat, directing Havok at the same time. "Put this motherfucker on the shelf."

Without even hesitating, Havok stepped right over to Christian Taylor as the man began trying to get up onto all his hands and knees. Havok  immediately grabbed hold of one arm, stepped over with a leg and rolled the man right up into the Straight Jacket.

"Shut the fuck up, Nicky! I hear you over there!" Jim Reynolds turns, stepping over to the ropes and shouts at his old broadcast partner as Christian Taylor screams in agony under Havok's submission finisher. Jim Reynolds steps back over to the side of the ring with the camera, pointing down at Havok and Taylor. "THIS!! This is what you're agreeing to, kid!! Hey, Fredo!" Jim Reynolds pauses, cracking a grin at his nickname. "I want you to take a good goddamn look...and know that whenever this match goes down...your boy's blood is on YOUR FUCKING HANDS!!" Jim Reynolds angrily jabs his finger at the camera. He throws the microphone down and steps back over to The Renegades as Hollywood Undead's "Renegade" fills the arena. Havok holds the Straight Jacket on Christian Taylor for another moment as Jim Reynolds leans over, slapping the young man in the face before finally motioning for Havok to let him go. Jim leads The Renegades out of the ring, heading up the ramp as he storms up to the camera and turns it towards the ring. "Take a look. Both of you! Take a good fucking look!"

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[Match #3. Singles Contest - William “The Mangler” Mannheim” v. “The Demon Prince” Anton Crowley]

The arena lights go out as the intro to “Jim Jones” by SKYND starts to play. The darkness continues as the lyrics kick in. A hush voiced echoing through the arena.

“Come live comradery
In harmony
One big community
Utopian society

Come live equality
No boundaries
Human economy,
Did I say no boundaries?”

A deep red spotlight finds Anton Crowley and Eavan Maloney standing at the top of the entrance ramp. She is pressed against him, his arm around her in a protective manner. He looks out with a sneer on his black lips as Eavan looks back over her shoulder. The pair starts to walk towards the ring as the song continues.

“Come come to god come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, we shall overcome someday
Come to god, come to the temple, come, come
Come come to god, suicide Sunday”

ARDEN
“The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, residing in Los Angeles, California...being accompanied to the ring by the Women’s Television Champion, Eavan Maloney! The Demon Prince...ANTON...CROWLEY!”

As they walk the arena lights go full red. Anton holds Eavan’s hand as she is first up the steps followed closely by him. He sits on one of the ropes allowing her easy entrance into the ring. He then jumps over the top rope and stands in the center of the ring. They resume their pose from the entrance ramp.

“Hey dad - thanks dad - hurry sisters hurry
It’s all over - all over - hurry children hurry
White night drink flavor aid cyanide
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah

Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Drink it, drink it, drink of the flavored cyanide
Get up, get up, get up and lay down your life
Lay down your life, lay down your life - yeah”

As the words fade Flames erupt from all four ring posts. The lights then flash back to normal and Anton moves to his corner, once again helping Eavan out of the ring and passing her his entrance attire.


Every day I'm just survivin'
Keep climbin' the mountain
Even when I feel like dyin'
Keep climbin' the mountain

As Three Day’s Grace’s “The Mountain” kicks on over the speakers, the crowd pops as the words “ARMY OF DARKNESS” appear on the video tron. Taking on the “Thanos” effect, the words disappear and are replaced by one word as the guitar kicks in.

MANGLER

The crowd goes into a pop as the curtain parts and William Mannheim steps out onto the stage, all business, with his synonymous scowl on his face as he looks directly down at the ring towards his opponent. He sneers down at the ring as he starts making his way down the ramp.

ARDEN
“And his opponent! From Toronto Ontario, Canada! Representing the Great White North! Weighing in at three hundred and sixty four pounds! WILLIAM…”THE MANGLER”...MANNHEIM!”

William Mannheim reaches the ring and enters it over the top rope, keeping his hard gaze on his opponent as he backs up into his corner, letting the referee check him for hidden weapons. He throws a few shadow punches in the air, preparing himself for the match.

~DING DING DING~

As Anton Crowley and William Mannheim came out of their corners, the two circled around the ring, staring one another down. Remembering Mannheim’s interview comments, Anton didn’t look exactly pleased or like he was looking forward to sharing a ring with his opponent, tonight. Finally after two laps around the inside of the ring, William Mannheim went for the collar and elbow tieup with Anton Crowley. Crowley slipped underneath his arms, however and came up behind him, beginning to deliver sharp kicks to the man’s legs. Anton Crowley started out hot and on a roll as he picked away at Mannheim’s knees, keeping the bigger man at bay. Mannheim lunged out, pushing through the Demon Prince’s reach and caught him around the throat with both hands in a blatant choke. As the referee began counting towards five, Mannheim switched over into a headlock and snapped Anton to the mat in an impressive takedown. On the mat, Anton Crowley slipped out of the headlock after some struggling, due to William Mannheim’s strength. Keeping hold of one arm, Anton swiftly twisted around the limb and dropped down onto his knees with Mannheim’s arm in between them. While Mannheim held onto his arm, focusing on that, Anton Crowley went for the legs and began setting up for a Figure Four Leglock. As he stepped over the first leg, William Mannheim shoved Anton forward with his boot, sending him into the corner. As Anton stumbled back, clutching his chest, Mannheim came up, catching him around the waist and hit him with a wrestling takedown, throwing him to the mat. Mannheim switched positions around, keeping a waistlock on Anton as he pulled himself up to his feet, and threw Anton back onto the mat with a gutwrench suplex.

Anton Crowley rolled out of the ring to restrategize but William Mannheim, ever the veteran, rolled out right after him. He grabbed Anton by the back of the head and ran the smaller man face first into the ringpost. Hard enough to send him spinning around the corner of the ring and falling to the floor. Mannheim stayed on his tail, following him around the corner and pulled the Demon Prince up by his hair, immediately throwing him back into the ring. As William Mannheim started climbing back up onto the apron and getting in, himself, Crowley moved across the ring and rolled right back out, leaning on the barricade and saying something to Eavan Maloney as she started approaching him. Eavan stopped as William Mannheim crossed the ring and started stepping over the top rope and onto the apron. Eavan gave Anton a quick look and back to William as if it were a signal. Anton suddenly stepped away from the barricade and brought his foot up in a stiff kick to Mannheim’s grounded foot before the other could touch down on the apron. Mannheim went down, slamming onto the apron and rolling off, onto the floor. Anton stepped back, sizing Mannheim up as the big man clutched at his knee and started slowly coming up. This early on into the match, Anton ran in full speed, delivering the Morning Star to William Mannheim outside of the ring!!

After the Morning Star to the outside, Anton pulled himself up to his feet on the barricade and hurried over to Mannheim. Anton pulled Mannheim to his feet and pushed him back into the ring, covering him for the pin attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

Mannheim got the shoulder up and Anton Crowley immediately got to his feet and went for the Figure Four Leglock again. This time, he managed to cinch it in all the way and applied full torque onto the hold and pressure on the knee William Mannheim had been nursing from his fall off the apron. Mannheim grimaced in the leglock, reaching his arms out for the ropes. Anton Crowley braced himself in place as much as he was able to without being dragged across the ring but William Mannheim’s strength prevailed as he slowly started closing in on the bottom rope. Mannheim made it to the bottom rope and grabbed on. The referee ordered Anton to release him from the Figure Four and had to count to three until the hold was broken. The referee chided Anton as William Mannheim climbed to his feet, flexing his knee out. Seeing his opponent back on his feet, Anton Crowley stepped around the ref and went right for Mannheim but the big man came away from the ropes and hit the Demon Prince with his signature Clothesline From Hell, knocking him inside out. As Anton hit the mat, Mannheim collapsed right ahead of him, grabbing at his knee again. He crawled over, slowly, finally able to make a cover attempt.

ONE!

TWO!

Anton got the shoulder up and Mannheim pulled him up to his feet, standing him up before unleashing an array of heavy MMA jabs and elbows. Anton fell back against the ropes and Mannheim moved right into heavy knee strikes, driving them up into his opponent’s ribs. At the count of four, Mannheim pulled Anton away from the ropes, whipping him across the ring and followed right behind him, going for another Clothesline From Hell. Anton Crowley ducked underneath, rolling to halt his movement and popped up with a magnificent dropkick that sent The Mangler back into the ropes, himself. As William Mannheim came back off the ropes towards him, Anton Crowley was up on his feet and waiting for the big man with a vicious storm of strikes. Throwing punches and kicks into his body in an almost blinding wave. Mannheim began to waiver on his feet as Anton unleashed his Lingchi signature before hitting the final strike and causing Mannheim to fall forward. As he did, Anton slipped right in to catch him on his way down and seized the arm he had been working earlier, locking in In Ostium Inferos for the submission attempt. William Mannheim struggled to get his arm free but Anton Crowley applied full torque to the arm, locking in the hold as best as he could.

William Mannheim struggled to get free of the submission hold, finally gaining enough leverage to get up to his knee and flat out yank his arm free of Anton’s grip. Mannheim grabbed Anton by the throat…

Liars lie and haters hate
Player plays and fate is fate
The fact remains that's how it is
First the crack and then the wiz….

As an excerpt from SKYND's "Richard Ramirez" filled the arena, William Mannheim immediately released Anton Crowley, shoving him to the mat where the man rolled out of the ring, clutching his throat. Fuming, Anton looked like he was ready to slide back into the ring after Mannheim, who was looking towards the stage. Before Anton could get back into the ring, the crowd erupted into trying to warn William Mannheim as Eric Lee came crawling out from under the ring. A barbwire kendo stick in his hand.

AUGUSTINO
“YO! WILLY!! TURN AROUND DUDE!”

By the time William Mannheim seemed to pick up on the fans trying to warn him, he was turning around right into a vicious cane shot right to the forehead. The Mangler stumbled back, leaning on the ropes as Eric Lee continued to dish out shot after shot after shot across his head and body until William Mannheim was visibly bleeding. Only then did Eric Lee throw the kendo stick down and pull Mannheim away from the ropes, bending him backwards with an arm around his neck. Staring stoically into the camera, he threw his thumb across Mannheim's neck and SNAPPED him face down into the mat with a violent reverse STO.

HANSON
“ERIC LEE WITH VISIONS OF INSANITY TO WILLIAM MANNHEIM!!!!”

AUGUSTINO
“HOW LONG HAS HE BEEN WAITING UNDER THE RING?!”

Eric Lee hovers over William Mannheim, wiping the blood from The Mangler’s face and getting it on his hand. Wearing that trademark, empty expression, Eric Lee runs his hand down his own face, smearing William Mannheim’s blood over one side before sliding backwards out of the ring and onto the floor on his feet. The guitar to SKYND’s “Richard Ramirez” kicks in over the speakers as he backs up the ramp, towards the stage where Charlie Grace, again, waits calmly with an amused smirk on her lips.

AUGUSTINO
“Nick, I’m all for the wild and crazy ones but this motherfucker is IN-FUCKING-SANE! And what did he do to Anton?! Hold up!”

We hear Miranda Augustino’s headset being pulled off before the camera catches her hurrying over to the barricade and climbing over to go to Eavan and Anton who just stand there, admittedly a little lost as to what just happened.

HANSON
“She’s worried about Anton, folks. He looks fine! I wanna know what that blood is on William Mannheim! What did Eric Lee do to him before driving him into the canvas! We gotta take a commercial break. We’ll be right back!”

The lights go out as all focus is brought to the video wall. Bishop Brigg’s “Champion” serves as the background music as a stylized logo appears on the screen for the Queen of the Frontier. A booming, thunderous voice mixes in with the music.

“For the first time in New Frontier history, NFW brings to you the Queen of the Frontier Tournament! Twenty competitors, revolutionizing women’s wrestling will come together. Eighteen matches will determine the finalists. One winner will challenge for the NFW Women’s Championship at Wrestle War! Here are the contestants for A BLOCK!”

The screen switches as the competitors are announced. The right side of the screen focuses on a still of the named superstar while the left side shows a quick highlight reel of each woman hitting her big moves within her arsenal.

“THE CHEROKEE PRINCESS...LLUVIA CANE!”

“THE SILVER MOUNTAIN CHAMPION...SHELLEY SILVER!”

“SAMANTHA TOLSON!”

“THE SCREAM QUEEN...DONA ROTTEN!”

“THE NFW WOMEN’S CHAMPION...SATIVA NEVAEH!”

“RIVER CHANCE!”

“AMERICA’S SWEETHEART...LARA BLACKHEART!”

“THE QUEEN OF ANARCHY...ADRIANNA SALVATORE!”

“THE DARK FAERIE...LILITH MEADOWS”

“KENNEDY CAMPBELL!”

The screen switches over to the logo again, slamming onto the screen as the voice announces.

“And now, the contestants for B BLOCK!”

The screen switches as the competitors are announced. Once again the right side of the screen focuses on a still of the named superstar while the left side shows a quick highlight reel of each woman hitting her big moves within her arsenal.

“LIONHEART...ALEX BRODY!”

“MARY KENNEDY!”

“THE NFW WOMEN’S TELEVISION CHAMPION...EAVAN MALONEY!”

“LEEANN VISKAN!”

“THE FANGED ROSE...JASMINE MATTHEWS!”

“MIA HAYASHI!”

“KIMI SMALLS!”

“MORGAN PAYNE!”

“ANGEL KUSANAGI!”

“SERENA FROST!”

“Join us live or on the NFW All Access Network, September 1st! The Queen of the Frontier Tournament!”


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[Match #4. Singles Contest - Lilith Meadows v. Erin Mercer]

As the soft piano of ”Dark Sentencer” begins, the lights go out in the arena. On the tron you see the words appear

“Well into our Future, yet far beyond our past

In a romance between a pair of Unheavenly Creatures

The Five Houses of The Star Supremacy have privatized the the detention zones of the galaxy

These planetary prison pits reassembled from the cracked worlds of The Great Crash

Which brings us to our stage

Where the light must learn to love the black

The Dark Sentencer"

The music begins to play.

“It begins with them, but ends with me

Their Son, Vaxus”

Two spotlights come on at the top of the stage and there stands Christina and Lilith.

"Here, emotions behold

You've entered a Hell where the Devil is made of gold

Please, don't run your mouth

The questions before have no place in this haunted house"

A series of spotlights appear on the ramp as the duo make their way down the ramp. The chorus hits.

"Here, where the light only dies to remember

In a place where the blind truly can see

Hear my voice, dearly departed, I beg on my knees

It's been my pleasure to serve your disease"

The two climb up to the ring apron and hook the top rope and jump, using the rope to vault them into the ring. The lights go out once again as the instrumental solo hits and once the lyrics pick up again, the two are standing there in their ring gear, Lilith kneeling on the ground and Christina having her hands resting on her partner’s shoulders as the two look focused.

Christina asks for a microphone once she breaks away from Lilith and looks out at the crowd as they start already with a “You are heartless” chant directed right at Lilith who just stands there, a cold, icey expression on her face as Christina grabs the microphone and goes to start speaking, but as soon as the mic is raised, the boos get loud once again.

CROWD
“YOU ARE HEARTLESS!”
Clap clap clapclapclap

“YOU ARE HEARTLESS!”
Clap clap clapclapclap

She lowers the mic and just laughs as she looks at Lilith who shrugs her shoulders. Christina once again raises the mic and once again, the boos swell to the point where anything Christina would say wouldn’t even be heard. She lowers it again and this time just raises her free hand and flips the bird to the crowd who swells again with boos. Christina once again raises the mic and this time just decides to begin talking.

“God, it’s like y’all think we care about what you fucking think of us.”

The crowd boos extremely loud once again as Christina and Lilith just laugh.

“Everyone wants an explanation though. All we’ve heard for the past week is “Why Lilith? Why would you break the heart of the precious and adorable Alex Brody? What made you turn your back on the nicest, most caring person in all of the New Frontier?” Well, Lil, why’d you do it?”

Lilith looks at Christina and then up at the tron where she points and an image appears of screen capture between Alex and Morgan Payne texting back and forth.

“I know most of you here in Canada have a tough time reading, but if you can’t, I’ll translate for you. Alex was just another person to call The Kingdom a cult. Do you know how old that shit is getting? Seriously, people, come up with new insults.”

The boos ramp up once again and another “You are heartless” chant starts up as Christina just looks at Lilith who’s just laughing at this point and motions for the crowd to shut up which only escalates the boos and chant.

CROWD
“YOU ARE HEARTLESS!”
Clap clap clapclapclap

“YOU ARE HEARTLESS!”
Clap clap clapclapclap

“Alex wanted to be greedy when it came down to it. She disrespected the people Lilith considered her family. They are the ones who took her and I in and gave us a bigger purpose and something more to fight for. The Kingdom isn’t simply a wrestling faction, no, we’re a family who stand beside each other and protect one another. We’re not hard to get along with, trust me. If you show us the proper respect we deserve, we don’t have a problem with you, but the moment you disrespect one of us, you disrespect all of us. Alex wanted to rip Lilith from her family and the ones who cared about her. She was being selfish!”

Lilith nods her head and just looks at Christina who grins and puts a hand on the blonde’s shoulder.

“Alex wanted it all. She wanted Lil here all to herself AND she wanted to come after Sativa and take the Women’s Championship from her. And poor Lilith here was stuck in the middle of it all thanks to Alex. Alex forced all of this to happen by her short sightedness and when she was warned of the consequences of her actions, didn’t back down. She failed to heed the warnings of everyone in The Kingdom that she’d lose it all chasing after the Women’s Championship and now look at her. She hasn’t been seen or heard from since last Tuesday. I’m sure she’s holed up somewhere listening to emo music, crying her eyes out, wondering where everything went wrong, but to blame Lilith here is awful on everyone’s part.”

The crowd begins an “Alex” chant as Lilith just rolls her eyes and Christina laughs.

CROWD
“A-LEX! A-LEX! A-LEX! A-LEX! A-LEX! A-LEX! A-LEX! A-LEX!”

“In reality, Alex here is the one to blame for her losing it all. It wasn’t right to try and rip Lil away from family and keep her for herself.”

As Christina finishes that line, the arena goes dark and the crowd begins to stir as up on the tron, eyes appear with a slow, deliberate heartbeat.



This goes on for about fifteen seconds and when the lights come back on, the camera focuses on Lilith who is clearly shaken and creeped out, a little scared at what she just saw and Christina has a very “What the fuck” look on her face as she’s confused as to what all that was about.

But before she can speak again, “Coming in Hot” by Diamante plays and Erin Mercer comes out in her ring gear and jacket, walking down to the ring with a deliberate pace as Christina gets out of the ring and Lil stands there, still in a little bit of shock from the image she just saw and a ref slides into the ring.

Before the referee can call for the bell, Erin Mercer walks over and takes the phone from Roger Arden. The crowd starts to cheer loudly as she brings the mic up to her mouth.

“Okay first off….” Erin begins, turning and motioning to the tron wall with her own look of bewilderment. “Just to clarify, that wasn’t me. I have no idea what the fuck that was. But it was creepy as shit. However! Onto the matter at hand? That shit between Alex and Morgan? You can’t really blame her for calling shit as she sees it. It’s something she’s always done and instead of trying to show her any different, you decided to stab her in the back. So frankly?” Erin stares hard at Lilith Meadows with her green eyes wide with anger and sincerity. “You?” She turns to motion to Christina Olson. “And you?” Then back to Lilith. “And all of your little girlfriends with a royal stick up their asses?” She turns to the camera. “And yeah, Morgan. I’m talking about you too, bitch. You better believe that!” She turns back to Lilith as the fans pop. “You can all go straight to hell!” The fans pop even louder as Erin opens her arms wide, showing Bloody Fairytale and The Kingdom that the world agrees with her. “And if I have to do it my goddamn self? I’ll send you each there one...by...fucking...one!”

Erin throws the microphone out of the ring and hastily begins removing her leather jacket.

AUGUSTINO
“Holy shit, Nicky! Harsh words!”

HANSON
“It looks like everything’s come out into the open! And this match is about to go down!”

~DING DING DING~

Lilith and Erin are in the ring and Christina is seen on the floor in her partner’s corner as the bell sounds. Erin doesn’t wait though for Lilith to make a move as she just charges right in and takes the blonde down with a double leg takedown and just starts to throw hands, trying to connect on Lilith who is doing her best to block each strike, but a lot are hitting. Erin finally relents and gets up to her feet and hits the ropes and as Lilith starts to try and get to her feet, Erin delivers a punt style kick to the side of her head that drops Lilith back down to the mat. Erin picks Lilith up by the hair and gets down in her face and the camera zooms in as you can see the anger in the redhead’s eyes.

“This is for Alex you heartless bitch!”

Erin just winds up and delivers a slap to the side of Lilith’s face that echoes in the arena before picking the blonde up and delivered a German Suplex that causes Lilith to hit the back of her neck and head hard off the mat. Erin doesn’t stop there though as she picks Lilith up again and delivers yet another German Suplex, but this time keeps her hands clasped as rotates her hips and picks the girl up and delivers another and repeats it one more time before releasing Lilith.

Lilith tries to crawl away towards the safety of the ropes, but Erin grabs her by the ankle and pulls her back towards the center. She sends Lilith into the corner and charges in, delivering a corner splash and Lilith falls down into a seated position. Erin goes to the opposite corner and charges in, delivering a cannonball senton to Lilith. Christina though, is there to pull her partner out of the ring after though to try and get her partner a little reprieve.

Lilith holds onto Christina, trying to catch her breath and just regroup herself, but that doesn’t last long as they look up and Erin is flying over the top rope, dropping both of them with a corkscrew plancha. Erin stands up as the crowd is going insane for the redhead at this point. She picks Lilith up and sends her shoulder first into the ring steps. Erin grabs the arm and rams it a few more times into the steps before taking it and trapping it between the steps and ring post before backing up and charging in, delivering a kick to the arm. Lilith rolls around on the floor, grasping at her arm in clear pain as Erin picks her up and rolls her back into the ring.

Erin goes to get back in the ring, but Christina is up and tries to deliver a clothesline as the ref is checking on Lilith, but Erin ducks it and delivers a spinning elbow smash that drops Christina once again. Erin now gets into the ring and picks Lilith up off the mat. She grabs Lilith by the hair to steady the woman before delivering another spinning elbow smash that drops the blonde.

Erin then grabs Lilith and sets her up for the Angel Trap and locks it in. Lilith screams out in pain from the injured arm as she struggles, trying to make it to the ropes or counter out of the move. Just when it looks like Lilith is about to tap, Christina comes in with a steel chair in hand and hits Erin in the midsection with it causing the ref to call for the disqualification.

Christina continues to take the chair to Erin allowing Lilith time to recover before she gets up and starts to stomp at the redhead. Christina yells for Lilith to pick Erin up and hold her. Lilith grabs Erin and gets her up to her feet and holds her in a full nelson leaving her head exposed. Christina winds up with the chair and a shot that can be heard echoing throughout the arena cracks the redhead over the skull. Erin drops to the mat, her head busted open from the shot as Lilith locks in the Dark Ending. Christina drops to the mat and gets right up in Erin’s face.

“Where’s your pathetic, weak partner at to save you now, huh? If she was a good friend, she’d come down here!”

As Christina continues to taunt Erin, as Bullet For My Valentine's “No Easy Way Out” blares over the speakers and the crowd goes crazy as River Chance comes running down the ramp and slides into the ring. She gets to her feet and Christina charges her looking for a clothesline, but River ducks under it and hits a clothesline of her own that sends Christina over the top rope. By this point, Lilith has broken the hold and delivers a series of forearms to the back of River who just shrugs them off and turns around to face the blonde. River grabs Lilith and picks her up over her head and walks over to the ropes and just tosses her over the top rope and crashing down onto Christina. The duo get up to their feet and Christina looks like she’s ready for more, but Lilith grabs her by the arm and shakes her head no as the two begin their retreat up the ramp.

River stares the two of them down for a moment before checking on Erin and helping the woman up to her feet. Lilith and Christina are still on the ramp, looking up as the two women in the ring are just staring daggers at the NFW Women’s Tag Team Champions as the camera fades out.

HANSON
“Well thank the world for River Chance! She might have saved Erin Mercer from a whole world of hurt!”

AUGUSTINO
“That’s her corner woman, Nick! And she just fought off the corner woman of the one she negotiated a match with over social media this weekend, Morgan Payne!”

HANSON
“I can’t wait for that one but right now, we need to take a commercial break folks!”

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The audience is buzzing in anticipation for the next event when the lights go dark. The screen lights up with "Player 1 Ready" as the opening of "Heist" by Lindsey Stirling ramps up on the speakers. When the main tune hits, the screen switches to "Game Start" and the lights come back on revealing a lone figure posing on the stage. The audience goes nuts as the woman flips down the hood of her jacket to reveal it's Cali-Kate. She skips down the ramp trading high fives and hugs with audience members. When she gets to the ring she slides in and poses once more before calling for a mic. Her music fades but the din of the audience doesn't. Kate's smile gets bigger.

“What's up Toronto?”

The audience responds in kind before Kate continues.

“Collision episode fifty. And everyone thought I was just gonna lay back and wait for my damn invite? This is the best moment to fucking put myself out here and at least see if someone's attention gets caught.”

The audience buzzes again. Kate smiles at their reception.

“I am the "Geekette Extraordinaire", former Women's champ, former Hardcore champ, former Pinnacle champ. That's too many fucking formers and not enough damn currents. Of course having a family can do that.”

The audience applauds their agreement. Kate starts to pace in the ring.

“But shit on that, I'm back now! And I'm here to put myself in the best fucking competition I can find! That may not be tonight, but it's going to happen soon. I'll take on all challengers, even the couple friends who already are signed here. I don't have to remind them it's just damn business though. That line is overplayed. I'm here though to make my impact, leave my mark and walk this journey with the NFW-verse!”

More cheers and applause as Kate gets on the ropes.

“I'm here to show what a Jedi can do. And for everyone who steps up, let's hope you can play the game as well as you talk it because as of right now, it's Game Start, bitches!”

The crowd pops as Kate exits the ring, making her way back up the ramp.

HANSON
“Cali-Kate, ladies and gentlemen! We’re happy to have her here with us in New Frontier Wrestling! Can’t wait to see her in action as soon as possible!”

AUGUSTINO
“Girl is FINE, Nick!!”

HANSON
“Yes, Miranda. I’m sure you think so.”

AUGUSTINO
“I know so! Haha!”

I think I've lost mind...
I think I've lost my mind...
I think I've lost my mind...

"Usual Suspects" by Hollywood Undead began to play, as, for the second time this evening, the hateful, miserable Tyler Grey made his way out onto the ramp, flanked by Tyson Law, Havok, and James Reynolds.

Mouting off at various fans as he walked with an arrogance to his step, that scowl seemingly permanently etched onto his face, he finally stepped into the ring, his stablemates standing directly behind him.

"Look at this... damn near a whole show's gone by, without one fucking glimpse of The Dominion of Pain." He said in a mocking tone, pointing toward the locker room. "I've been saying for weeks now that those pieces of shit are ALL TALK! The minute you don't show fear, they don't know what to do anymore. It's all smoke and mirrors, and I've now proven that to be the motherfucking case."

He pointed to Reynolds, shaking his head. "Jimmy here keeps telling me to stop talking shit on them. Especially Lara's poor dead daddy. Hell no. I ain't scared of them, not one goddamn bit. In fact..."

Blinking in surprise as those words came over the soundsystem, The Renegades all instinctively moved closer together for safety.

Contamination breach in sector seven G
Evacuation protocols for project Legion in effect
Beginning emergency shutdown in five seconds
Four, three, two, one
Zero

Suddenly, the lights in the arena dropped, causing the crowd to erupt. The only light in the arena was that caused by fans taking pictures with their phones. A few muffled screams could be heard, as well as the sound of bodies hitting the mat.

A few moments later, Hammerfall's "Patient Zero" began to play as the lights came back up, to reveal Law and Grey laying on the mat, unconcious and covered with blood. Reynolds and Havok were standing in one carner, tensed and ready to fight, as standing over Law and Grey's bodies were Lara Blackheart, Judas Lasher, Belphegor, Anton Crowley, Eavan Maloney, Alessandra Prescott, Darius Crowley, and Nico Salvatore!

Lasher walked toward Reynolds, and for a moment, it looked as though he was going to attack the much smaller man.... before reaching out to shake his hand as Havok moved in to join the others, ripping off his Renegades t-shirt as he did so!

Lara walked to the front of the group, microphone in one hand, and blood-smeared brass knuckled on the other.

"It's allllll fun and games until someone takes shit too far." She said, shaking her head and symbolically putting one foot on Tyler Grey's chest as she spoke. "Far be it from me to hold it against someone for talking shit. But come on... after what happened to Abaddon and his crew? Any idiot knows by now to keep their fucking mouths shut about the dead. Even your boys Havok and Jimmy are tired of it, Tyler. So we let our mutual love and respect for my father bring us together. Judas has officially given me The Dominion... and what you see in this ring right now is MY vision of the group. I'm not gonna keep things as all-dark, all-the-time as Judas. We're gonna have fun. But one this will remain the same: you fuck with us? You will suffer in ways you've never even imagined. Because America's Sweetheart has the reigns now, boys... and shit's about to get very... VERY... real."

The camera focused on the new ensemble of the Dominion of Pain inside the ring as the shot faded to a commercial.

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[Match #5. Singles Contest - Jason Goodnight v. Wyld Stallion © ]

~DING DING DING~

As the bell rang, Jason Goodnight and Wyld Stallion stepped out of their corners. Jason Goodnight extended his arms out, smiling wide and maliciously at the champion as Wyld Stallion kept a distance to gauge and calculate how he wanted to approach the situation. Jason Goodnight tried to surprise him by rushing forward but Wyld Stallion slipped underneath his arms and came up behind him, immediately going into a flurry of kicks and back elbows, finishing with a pele kick that sent the Hellraiser staggering back into the corner. Wyld Stallion kipped up to his feet and ran in, hitting a cartwheel, back elbow to the big man in the corner. Jason Goodnight looked rocked but as Wyld Stallion stepped away from the corner, the big man came rushing out and leveled the Canadian cruiserweight with a lariat. Goodnight picked Stallion up and whipped him into the ropes, catching him on the way back with a brutal powerslam and went for the pin.

ONE!

TWO!

Wyld Stallion shot his shoulder up off of the mat and Jason Goodnight pulled him up by his mask, trying to pull it off of his face in between landing fists down on his forehead until the referee pulled him back, warning him to watch the mask. This gave Wyld Stallion time to get to his feet but Jason Goodnight stepped passed the referee, setting Wyld Stallion up for a powerbomb. As he lifted him up, however, Stallion pushed through with the given momentum and landed a Sunset Flip Powerbomb out of nowhere, rolling Goodnight up for his own pinfall attempt, throwing himself over Jason’s body into a bridge that pressed all of his weight down on the larger man underneath him.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

HANSON
“WOW!!”

AUGUSTINO
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! HOLY SHIT, PAPACITO!”

Parkway Drive’s “The Void” erupted throughout the arena as Wyld Stallion hastily rolled out of the ring to avoid the Hellraiser as he shot up onto his knees with a look of disbelief on his face. Under his mask, Wyld Stallion looked about as shocked and in disbelief as the rest of the audience as the referee brought him the TV Title.

ARDEN
“Here is your winner and STILL...the NFW Television Champion!! WYLD...STALLION!!”

Wyld Stallion backed up the ramp, raising the title up as Jason Goodnight just stared at him in utter disbelief.

Winner: Wyld Stallion
Result: Pinfall
Time: 3:02
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As the show returns from the commercial break, ZZ Top’s “Sharp Dressed Man” is in the middle of playing while the camera captures Commissioner Steven Brody standing in the ring with a microphone in hand. He waits for the audience and music to quiet down before he brings the mic up to begin speaking.

“Ladies and gentlemen, thank you so much for being with us here tonight, for our fiftieth episode of Collision!” Steven Brody pauses to allow the crowd a moment to give a pop before he continues. “This is our last broadcast until September 2nd. We are two weeks away from one of our grandest events of the year. We introduced it last year. It was a major hit. We started it in honor of one of the pioneers of this company. One of the greatest men in professional wrestling that I have ever had the privilege of knowing. I’m talking, of course, about the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament!” Brody pauses once more as the crowd pops. “Last year was where it all began. Twenty men. Eighteen matches. Two blocks. The winner, as you know, will be the recipient of the contract to face the NFW World Champion at Wrestle War on February 4th.”

HANSON
“The main event spot, folks! There’s no better match to be in than main eventing Wrestle War!”

AUGUSTINO
“Well, unless you’re sitting here and getting to call the action.”

HANSON
“Valid point, Miranda.”

AUGUSTINO
“Gracias.”

Steven Brody continues into the microphone. “Now then, that being said! We’ve had some new faces join the New Frontier since last year. So since Elizabeth Greene has already given you folks the rundown on the inaugural Queen of the Frontier Tournament, why don’t we take a look at the blocks for this year’s Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament!” Steven Brody turns towards the video wall and points as the crowd goes wild as the lights go out.

The video wall comes to life with a stylized logo and text for the tournament as one of the late Vlad Blackheart’s former entrance songs plays as the background music. Befitting of the caliber the tournament holds, the choice of theme song is Saliva’s “Ladies and Gentlemen!” The vignette’s announcer, in a thunderous voice sounds out....

“The Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament! Twenty superstars! Eighteen matches! One winner! Introducing... A BLOCK!”

As each name is called, their picture SLAMS into the center of the screen with a background of highlights showing them hitting their high impact moves.

“THE TERMINATOR...TYLER GREY!”

“THE TORONTO DAREDEVIL...MAX LEBRUN!”

“THE SLASHER...EDDY POE!”

“RICK DICKULOUS!”

“THE DEMON PRINCE...ANTON CROWLEY!”

“NFW WORLD CHAMPION...THE KING OF PAIN...JUDAS LASHER!”

“THE TAPOUT KING...SCOTT LEROUX!”

“ASHE CORVIN!”

“KYLE SMALLS!”

The screen returns to the logo as the booming voice continues.

“Introducing...B BLOCK!”

Again, as each name is called, their picture SLAMS into the center of the screen with a background of highlights showing them hitting their high impact moves.

“WILLIAM...THE MANGLER...MANNHEIM!”

“BIG BAD...CHRIS WOLFE!”

“VINCENT STONE!”

“THE GOD OF WRESTLING...NICO SALVATORE!”

“NFW TELEVISION CHAMPION...WYLD STALLION!”

“MATT KLAZZIC!”

“THE ULTRA-VIOLENT GOD...ERIC LEE!”

“BUZZSAW!”

“THE WOLF KING...MIGUEL VILLALOBOS!”

“HAVOK!”

The video wall returns to the live feed as the lights come back on inside the arena. Steven Brody has a satisfied smile on his face as he turns to the audience again. “And there you have it, folks. Your nineteen compe--” Steven Brody suddenly stops and looks confused. “Wait a minute…. Nineteen? There’s supposed to be twenty.” He looks around at the crowd. It’s obvious he’s playing around and has something up his sleeve. “Wait...did you guys count only nine men in A Block just then?” He waits for a moment before rolling his eyes and with a smirk playing across his face. “You guys didn’t think there’d be the block announcements without some sort of surprise, did you?” He looks around at the audience and shakes his head. “I didn’t think so, either. Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to take this time now to introduce to those who may not know his name. To those who do, sit back and buckle up. I give to you, New Frontier Wrestling’s newest signed member of the roster AND entering the Vlad Blackheart Memorial’s A Block! Ontario’s very own! GRIFFIN...HAWKINS!!!!” Steven Brody points to the stage again.

AUGUSTINO
“WHOA-HOOOOOOAAAAAA!!!!”

HANSON
“ARE YOU KIDDING ME, RIGHT NOW?!”

The crowd goes insane at the sound of the announcement. The heavy drums and guitars blast over the PA system as “Painkiller” by Judas Priest kicks in. From behind the curtain emerges Griffin Hawkins. Smiling as he stands in his trademark leather jacket and blue ripped jeans.

AUGUSTINO
“OH MY GOD! GRIFFIN HAWKINS IS NOW PART OF NEW FRONTIER WRESTLING!?”

HANSON
“AND PART OF THE VLAD BLACKHEART MEMORIAL TOURNAMENT NO LESS!”

AUGUSTINO
“THIS IS BIG! THE LANDSCAPE HAS JUST CHANGED!”

He makes his way down to the ring high fiving the excited fans. Soaking in the positive reaction. As he enters the ring, he shakes hands with Steven Brody before he hands him the microphone.
He leaves the ring as Griffin looks around, the crowd going wild as they begin chanting.

CROWD
“WE WANT GRIFF! WE WANT GRIFF! WE WANT GRIFF!”

“Surprise surprise everybody!”

The crowd pops huge as he grins.

“Judging by that response, you all know who the hell I am, and for damn sure, you know what I can deliver. I’ve traveled the world over, and I have faced all kinds of competition..a who’s who of athletes. I’ve been in the ring with them all..and I have NOT backed down from a fight from anybody! So I get a call, an offer to join this company..and after thinking on it for a while, I decided, YES! I will be part of this organization, and I WILL be part of the tournament!”

The crowd is ecstatic at the announcement.

“All those people Mr.Brody listed, damn good athletes in the prime of their careers....some of them I’ve been dying to test my skills against. I know this tournament is not gonna be an easy one to win. However! Last time I was in a tournament, I won my fourth World Heavyweight Title
In my home country….in the very same venue where I saw my first wrestling show, right here in Toronto Canada! Right in front of my wife and kids, my parents, and all my friends and family, I raised the Canadian Heavyweight Title right over my head. If winning a Tournament can happen once….you can damn well bet it’ll happen again!”

He then takes off his silver aviator shades.

“When it comes to me, everyone knows no matter if I’m opening the show, or closing it. When the Jukebox Hero’s name is on the marquee..it’s a guarantee you’re gonna get one hell of a show! I don’t know who’s gonna come up against me first in the tourney...all I know is somebody is gonna get rocked!!”

“Painkiller” kicks in as the crowd is cheering Griffin. He makes his way back to the locker room high fiving the fans.
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[Match #6. Triple Threat - Eavan Maloney v. Shelley Silver v. Sativa Nevaeh]

The ramp and stage fill up with fog as red strobe lights flicker through the fog for about ten seconds as the opening of "Are You Ready?" by Disturbed plays as the crowd erupts with cheers.

“ARE YOU READY?”

Eavan Maloney walks out with Anton Crowley, dressed in long pants and a Ottawa Senators jersey over her crop top, her bright pink hair bouncing as she hops about and poses with one hand raised with devil horns. She's bouncing on the stage, her arm up in the air, as David Draiman is singing "get up, get up", rallying the crowd up with the entrance. The crowd quickly turns on her as she smirks. She turns her back to the crowd, showing off the SPEZZA SUX and his number 19 he wore when he played for them. The crowd is mixed, some getting the joke while others continue to boo simply because of the jersey.

“You got to get them out of your mind
When they stand before you they will find
A force they aren't ready for”

They walk down to the ring together, Eavan actually skipping in front of Anton before sliding under the bottom rope and up on the turnbuckles as she pulls off the jersey and stomps on it to massive cheers from the crowd. She extends her long tongue as she glares at the fans before leaping off on one foot.

“Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be strong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to prove them wrong
Are you ready?
They aren't ready for you to be turned into someone
Who cannot be preyed upon”

Eavan runs the ropes, before leaping in Anton’s arms, and propelling herself onto his shoulders, raising the devil horns again as pyro goes off from the ringposts before leaping backwards off his shoulders. She then sits on the middle rope facing the hard camera, microphone in hand.

"What's up T-Dot? Hey, listen, sorry for the jersey, but I have to say it. Years ago, the Senators paid Jason Spezza MILLIONS a year and while he was a decent player, he wasn't worthy of that kind of money. So for the Leafs to get him for, what, seven hundred fifty THOUSAND? Yeah, I had a laugh about that."

The crowd starts a Warrior chant, having become used to Eavan saying what's on her mind.

"SOOOOOO… a few weeks back, I suggested a match. I kinda hoped it would happen, but I'm used to pitching ideas and them not really going anywhere, I didn't think about it again. Until they announced the card for tonight, the FIFTIEST episode of Collision. And wouldn't you know it, right there in the main event slot, the match I pitched. Champion vs Champion vs Champion.

Now, if you're Shelley Silver or Sativa Nevaeh, they'd be quick to tell you that, well, I didn't do very well at Motor City Mayhem. In fact, I even took my first-ever pinfall in New Frontier Wrestling. Meanwhile, Silver both went to war in their respective matches and won. Great, congratulations. Sincerely, you two are great athletes, and I respect what you two do in this ring…"

Eavan smirks, and the crowd knows they're in for something interesting.

"...when you show up.

See, this is the problem I have with the two of you. Sure you might show up to the occasional show, get on the marquees and posters for pay-per-views, but which of the three of us ACTUALLY shows up week after week, fighting and defending on every show? It isn't the Silver Mountain Champion. It isn't the Women's World Champion."

Eavan unhooks the belt off her waist, stepping off the ropes in the process, and holds up her new Warrior Television Title.

"It's me. So while the two of you have titles that outrank mine technically, there's only ONE title people are lining up for, and that's this one."

The crowd starts the Warrior chant again as Eavan holds up her title. She looks over at Miranda Augustino and curls her finger at her to come to her, and when she does Eavan pulls her in for a kiss.

"Thanks MirKat, wanted that extra bit of luck. See, I'm big enough… don't start with the short jokes… I'm big enough to admit that I'm kinda glad I'm not defending my title in this match because as I said earlier, Shelly and Sativa are both great great athletes. This match was suggested so that we can prove who the best bitch in the company is.

So ladies, let's blow the roof off this place and give Toronto another damn SkyDome… um, Rogers Center! Give it up for my opponents, everyone. MirKat, floor is yours, gorgeous. I love you."


Shelley Silver walks out onto the stage with Sloane Cameron by her side as "I am the Fire" beings to play.

ARDEN
“Her opponents! First...from Seattle, Washington… Being accompanied to the ring by Sloane Cameron... She is the leader of the Raindrops AND the NFW Silver Mountain Champion! SHELLEY...SILVER!”

Shelley holds her title up in one hand to the crowd. She grins as she looks around and makes her way to the ring, high-fiving fans and stopping to take selfies with them before hopping up onto the ring apron. She wipes her feet off before stepping between the bottom and middle ropes. As the song fades out, she begins bouncing off of the ropes, preparing herself for the match.


The lights go out and bright green static comes up on the video screen.

“That girl is psycho
Psycho
psycho”

The intro to "Voodoo" by Nyxx fills the arena as green lasers shoot up and wave around the entrance area and blue strobe lights light up the arena. Shapes start to take form in the static on the screen. The silhouette of a petite woman, a cross, a pot leaf, and a skull. They fade in and out, making you wonder if you actually saw them.

“They call me killer, call me some kind of freak
But they keep calling me, they're calling on me
Oh yeah
I've got them praying, sweating and shaking
Now I've got my eye set on you”

Sativa Nevaeh comes out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp looking over the crowd. Despite wearing a mask, you can tell she is smirking. The crowd rains down hate on her. Sativa starts to make her way towards the ring. Right at her side, throwing the middle finger to the booing crowd, is Brittany Hayes.

ARDEN
“And...from Los Angeles, California… Being accompanied to the ring by Brittany Hayes... Representing The Kingdom! She is...the NFW...Women’s Champion! Darth Ganja...SATIVA...NEVAEH!!”

“They call me conjurer, they say I'm divine
But shade is poison, my past lovers in mind
Hell yeah, I curse them all
Fathers and brothers, for the hell that they all put me through

I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
I've got you under my spell
And I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
What will you say about me?”

She makes it to ringside and slides under the bottom rope head first. She crawls over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. She perches atop the ring post, resting one knee upon the top turnbuckle facing inward toward the ring. She throws her head back and takes off the mask, throwing her arms out in a 'welcome the doves' pose. The crowd continues their hatred at her and she just smiles. Sativa grabs the ropes and jumps down. She then heads to her corner and waits for the match to start.

~DING DING DING~

All three women are in the ring as the bell sounds and the main event is underway. The three champions circle around the ring, being cautious to make the first move, but Shelly is the first to move and goes right after Sativa. She delivers a forearm to the side of the head of Sativa that staggers the green haired woman back, but she comes back with a forearm of her own to Shelly who eats it and then delivers a kick to the leg of Sativa before Eavan is there to drop Shelly with a dropkick. Eavan then turns her focus to Sativa and hits a step up enziguri that sends Sativa out to the floor.

Eavan then turns her attention back to Shelly, but as she does, Shelly leaps and delivers a shotgun style dropkick that stumbles Eavan back into a corner. Shelly charges in and delivers a running knee strike to the jaw of Eavan before grabbing the Television Champion and throwing her out of the corner with a release belly to belly suplex. Shelly then drops down for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

As Shelly picks Eavan up, Sativa is on the ring apron and slingshots herself in and delivers a double dropkick to both Shelly and Eavan. Sativa grabs Eavan and just tosses her over the top rope and out to the floor before turning around to face Shelly who is up to her feet. The two women square up, getting into each other’s faces and exchanging a few words before Sativa just delivers a slap across Shelly’s face. Shelly grabs her cheek and just looks at Sativa before delivering a hard kick to the leg of the Women’s Champion. Sativa though doesn’t back down and grabs Shelly by the hair and just pulls her down to the mat. Sativa quickly follows up with a standing moonsault and goes for a cover.

ONE!

KICKOUT!

Eavan is now back up and perched on the top rope as Sativa picks Shelly up and the two turn around as Eavan launches herself and takes both down with a flying crossbody! Shelly rolls out of the ring as Eavan picks Sativa up and delivers a German Suplex before getting up and hitting the ropes and launching herself between the middle and bottom ropes and hits Shelly with a suicide dive that drives her into the barricade. Eavan picks Shelly up and no sooner does that happen does Sativa take her opportunity to deliver a high risk dive and takes both women down with a tope con hilo!

CROWD
“THIS IS AWESOME!”
Clap Clap clapclapclap

“THIS IS AWESOME!”
Clap Clap clapclapclap

“THIS IS AWESOME!”
Clap Clap clapclapclap

Sativa picks Eavan up and rolls her back into the ring, but as Sativa climbs up to the apron, Eavan is there to deliver a shoulder right to the midsection of Sativa through the ropes. She grabs Sativa by the head and drags her through the middle and top rope, hanging her from the middle rope before dropping her with a DDT! Eavan then uses the ropes and hits a springboard moonsault onto Sativa and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Shelly is back to her feet and in the ring. She picks Eavan up and sends her into the ropes. Eavan comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt by Shelly and stops. As soon as Shelly turns around, Eavan delivers a Chick Kick that drops Shelly to the mat allowing Eavan to climb to the top rope. Eavan launches herself and delivers the Twisted Demon and goes for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

Sativa dives in to break up the pin!!

Sativa picks Eavan up and sets her up as the crowd yells out “Execute Order 66” and Sativa drops Eavan with a Tiger Suplex. Sativa quickly grabs Eavan and sends her into the corner. Eavan hits the turnbuckles and Sativa comes charging in, looking for a corner splash, but Eavan is able to get out of the way and Sativa hits face first into the top turnbuckle. Eavan turns Sativa around and just starts delivering forearms to the chest of Sativa before backing up and getting a running start. She charges in and leaps, hitting Sativa with a running clothesline and Eavan rests on the middle rope for a moment.

That slight pause was enough though as Shelly comes running in and slides under the bottom rope, grabbing Eavan at the same time and hitting her with a snap German Suplex. She rolls Eavan out of the ring and gets back in, running to the opposite corner as Sativa and charges in, hitting Sativa with the Silver Bullet! She pulls Sativa out of the corner and goes for the cover.

HANSON
“WAIT A MINUTE!!! SHELLEY SILVER!!”

AUGUSTINO
“SILVER BULLET!”

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

“I Am The Fire” fills the arena as Shelley Silver gets to her feet and is handed the Silver Mountain Championship back to her before bringing the Women’s TV Championship and the Women’s World Championship to their respective owners.

ARDEN
“Here is your winner!! SHELLEY...SILVER!!!!”

The fans continued going nuts as Eavan Maloney and Sativa Nevaeh made their exits, both clutching their titles close as they approached the back. Shelley Silver held her Silver Mountain Title up over head as she stared directly at Sativa Nevaeh. She looked at her own title in hand, smirked then looked at Sativa with that same smirk on her face.

HANSON
“Interesting look in the eyes of Shelley Silver, Miranda!”

AUGUSTINO
“I’ll say!”

HANSON
“Folks, we hope you enjoyed tonight’s show! We’ll see you in two weeks in Sacramento, California!! It’s the first week of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial AND the Queen of the Frontier Tournaments! Only on the NFW All Access Network! You don’t wanna miss it!”

AUGUSTINO
“So long, bitches! Nick, I’ll seeya later. I gotta go see how my girl’s doing.”

Again, Miranda Augustino is seen leaving the commentary table and headed for Eavan Maloney as the show goes off the air, focusing on Shelley Silver, celebrating in the ring.