Post by Jessica Morian, Collision GM on Nov 19, 2024 15:07:56 GMT -8
==========================================================
Match #1/Singles
Set The Clock
Azurine Vebbins vs. Jordan Majors
They lock up in the center of the ring. Jordan, the slightly stronger competitor, gains the upper hand, transitioning into a side headlock. Azurine counters with an elbow to Jordan’s midsection, breaking free and whipping Jordan toward the ropes. On the rebound, Azurine leaps for a jumping clothesline, but Jordan ducks under it, hitting the ropes again and landing a springboard clothesline of her own!
Azurine rolls to the corner, and Jordan wastes no time, running full speed for a corner splash. Azurine sidesteps at the last moment, and Jordan crashes into the turnbuckles. Azurine capitalizes with a snap suplex, bridging for the pin.
ONE...
TWO…
TWO…
Jordan kicks out, shaking her head and pushing herself up as Azurine stays on her, applying a sleeper hold with body scissors. Jordan struggles in the hold, but her determination shines through as she powers to her feet with Azurine clinging to her back. She backs into the corner, slamming Azurine into the turnbuckles to break free. With Azurine stunned, Jordan hits a Donk Bonk hip attack, sending her opponent stumbling forward to the mat. Jordan goes for the pin.
ONE...
TWO…
TWO…
Azurine kicks out! Jordan slaps the mat in frustration but pulls Azurine to her feet. She attempts a Falcon Arrow, but Azurine wriggles free, landing behind Jordan and hitting a rolling fireman’s carry slam. Azurine pops up and runs to the ropes, leaping off with a springboard double axe handle that catches Jordan flush. Azurine covers.
ONE...
TWO…
TWO…
Jordan kicks out, gritting her teeth as she fights to stay in the match. The crowd is firmly behind both competitors, cheering every exchange as the clock ticks past the five-minute mark. Azurine goes for a Northern Lights Suplex, but Jordan shifts her weight mid-air, landing behind Azurine. She quickly executes a Chapter 11 double knee facebreaker, sending Azurine reeling.
Jordan wastes no time, scaling the ropes. She steadies herself for a moonsault but takes too long, allowing Azurine to roll out of the way. Jordan lands on her feet but stumbles, and Azurine catches her with a Duperplex off the second turnbuckle, bridging for the pin!
ONE...
TWO…
TWO…
Jordan kicks out at the last possible second! Both competitors are down, catching their breath as the crowd roars. The clock now shows eight minutes. Azurine is first to her feet, signaling for her Sweetheart Sock Hop finisher. She charges, hitting the double knees to Jordan’s sternum, but as she transitions into the superkick, Jordan ducks and counters with a snap superkick of her own!
Azurine is staggered, and Jordan takes advantage, leaping and connecting with her Cash Out jumping cutter out of nowhere! The crowd erupts as Jordan scrambles to cover.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
TWO...
THREE!
Jordan rolls off Azurine, clutching her ribs but smiling in victory. She glances up at the clock displayed on the screen, knowing the time is now set for her partner, Sanada, later tonight. The crowd cheers as Jordan raises her arms, knowing her work tonight is only half the battle.
Nick Hanson: Nine minutes and forty-two seconds! That’s the time that Sanada has to beat to go to Wrestle War!
Olivia Mayfaire: Go to Wrestle War for a shot at the World Championship that Jordan Majors already scraped and clawed for, Nicky. Don’t leave that part out.
Nick Hanson: Well, of course not.
Jim Reynolds: I say she shouldn’t even have to wrestle the match to get it. She already beat Jordan Majors in the tournament. She should get a shot directly for her contract or just be given the spot in the match! Why is Sanada being held back?!
Olivia Mayfaire: Jim, don’t start this early, alright? Just shut up!
Winner: Jordan Majors
Result: Pinfall (Cash Out)
Result: Pinfall (Cash Out)
==========================================================
DIAMOND CALDWELL: Open up, ISIS. I know you’re in there. I don’t have all night.
Diamond steps back anticipating to find out if ISIS will comply with her demand to step out of the locker room. A few moments later the door opens. ISIS, in her wrestling gear, steps outside. She looks at Diamond, not at all shocked she demands her attention in a fiery manner.
ISIS: Hello Alex.
DIAMOND CALDWELL: Only those closest to me are allowed to call me Alex. You’re not one of them.
ISIS: Quite accurate.
DIAMOND CALDWELL: Stay out of Queens of Chaos business. Aren’t you tired of coming up short to us by now? Don’t give me a reason to insert my foot into your ass.
ISIS crosses her arms.
ISIS: Contrary to popular misconception, I don’t care about the goings on with The Queens of Chaos. My tweet served its designed purpose--
ISIS points at Diamond.
ISIS: -- bringing you to my doorstep. Mrs Alexander Caldwell, I have an offer, one you should consider accepting.
DIAMOND CALDWELL: If all you wanted was to throw down ISIS, I’ll go to Jessica right now. There was no need to try to stir shit up.
ISIS shakes her head.
ISIS: You’re mistaken. I don’t want a match. If that is what Fate has planned, so be it. No Alex. My offer to you is to take my place.
Dat Diamond Queen scoffs.
DIAMOND CALDWELL: Join The Wolves of Odinn after everything you put us through? You are out of your goddamn mind.
ISIS waves off the possibility.
ISIS: No. My offer transcends The Wolves, even the Queens of Chaos. You will be bestowed the highest honor anyone can be given, the right to be considered a God. Not just any God... a God of Destruction. You get to answer to the whims of Fate. Obeying this higher power will ensure all your dreams will be rewarded. Look at me. I am the most dominant force Zion has ever seen.
DIAMOND CALDWELL: Why me?
ISIS: There was a time in NFW where you were undefeated, no one could touch you, then Lana happened. Your little rampage to claim Stacy’s career could have been the spark you needed but you quit. Your ambitions to rewrite your story is admirable, still rooted in selfishness. I can give you a Higher Purpose. To do Fate’s work. I’ve come to accept my time as Fate’s avatar is coming to an end. My last responsibility is to pay it forward. That’s where you come in..
Diamond looks like she is pondering ISIS sales pitch. Then she shakes her head.
DIAMOND CALDWELL: If becoming a so called God requires me to become a monster like you, find someone else.
ISIS: I don’t think you understand. Fate has chosen you, Alex. Resisting is all but futile.
Diamond goes to walk away. ISIS immediately grabs Diamond by the arm. The former Genesis Champion glares at the God of Destruction.
DIAMOND CALDWELL: Bite me!
ISIS releases her grip from Diamond. A smirk forms on her face.
ISIS: We’ll continue this conversation later. Why don’t you find a place to watch my match with Kasey. I’ll show you what a God is capable of.
ISIS proceeds to make her way to the gorilla position in preparation for her match. Diamond walks off in the opposite direction as the scene fades to black.
==========================================================
Match #2/Singles
ISIS vs. Kasey Kash
ISIS follows up with a corner splash, crushing Kasey against the turnbuckles. She grabs him by the wrist, pulling him into a short-arm kneeling side slam, driving him hard into the mat. ISIS hooks the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
Kasey kicks out, and ISIS wastes no time, yanking him to his feet and delivering three consecutive German suplexes, each one more impactful than the last. She bridges on the third, going for another pin.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
Kasey just gets the shoulder up! Frustrated, ISIS hoists him up, signaling for Welcome to Dystopia, but Kasey wriggles free mid-lift, landing on his feet behind her. With a burst of adrenaline, he hits a spinning sheer-drop brainbuster (Holding On), spiking ISIS head-first into the mat!
Both wrestlers are down, the crowd rallying behind Kasey as he struggles to his feet. ISIS rises too, and the two meet in the center of the ring, trading stiff forearms and vicious strikes. Kasey ducks a wild shot and connects with a step-up enzuigiri, stunning ISIS. He quickly follows up with a running basement dropkick to her knees, taking her down.
With ISIS grounded, Kasey climbs to the top rope and flies off with a picture-perfect double foot stomp to her chest. The impact echoes through the arena as Kasey pulls her up, yelling, “This is MY time!”
He hoists ISIS onto his shoulders and executes You Call That A Knife? with precision, the devastating Hollow Point leaving her dazed. Without hesitation, Kasey pulls her up once more, locking her arms and driving her into the canvas with THIS Is A Knife! The crowd erupts as he hooks both legs for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
TWO...
THREE!
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, by pinfall….KASEY KASH!!!!
Winner: Kasey Kash
Result: Pinfall (You Call That A Knife? THIS Is A Knife!)
Result: Pinfall (You Call That A Knife? THIS Is A Knife!)
==========================================================
Konrad Raab: "Only a few weeks away from Wrestle War twenty-one and Alastair has only responded to me once, despite him being up to face me, staying relatively silent. I get why he was quiet last week; he was wrestling against Kairi Nishikiyama and was more focused on that than addressing me. But at the same time, I wonder why he has Frost in his name because he's the silent type of guy. I don't mind personally, as he was a cold, calculated guy when I first came into the company. At the same time, I was the hot-blooded German, full of anger that I was desperate to change things around, begging to gain respect from wrestlers in NFW, and I think I'm halfway to getting that job done on the respected front."
Konrad drank water, as his face paint was a bit smug. Luckily, it was half of the entire face-paint version of him, embracing his light and dark side.
Konrad Raab: "I saw your match last week, Alastair, on how impressive you were against Kairi. You had moments of frustration, but even I've had that. You gave Kairi everything, and I see that talent in you. I've been watching you since I lost the Perseverance title because I had to move on from the loss. But I also knew I had a quest to challenge the world's NFW Champions in a title match for their belt because I never had the guts to do so in my entire wrestling career. It's about growth for me. If I don't do it now, I'll never overcome my insecurities about being capable of defeating Alastair or at least be on par to face eventually whoever the NFW Champion will be to challenge and face them for that belt."
That part stuck with Konrad because he was reminded over and over again how much he wanted to overcome his insecurities and fears of challenging the top champions in wrestling companies like NFW. He also wanted to say this to end things on a note.
Konrad Raab: "Alastair Frost, I'm challenging you for a match at Wrestle War 21 PPV and it will be up to Jessica if she's willing to put the number one contender for the NFW title on the line, but if not, I still will face you regardless as a way to test myself and my abilities in and especially out of the ring to see if I can handle the pressure of facing a former NFW Champion. I want an answer from you, but I can wait. It has to be before the PPV, and if not, I promise I won't attack you, but I will say it directly to your face and look at you with a severe look because I've never been serious about this my entire life."
The cameras are dead set on Konrad looking dead severe and with a slight touch of anger, not because of anyone pissing him off, but more because of the anger he shows him being dead serious before the cameras go to ringside for the next match to take place on the show.
==========================================================
Match #3/Singles
Beat The Clock
SANADA vs. Sofia Hilton
Sofia, trying to regain her footing, ducks under a spinning backfist attempt and counters with a quick arm drag. She follows up with a standing dropkick, knocking Sanada back into the corner. Sofia blows a mocking kiss to the crowd before turning to her husband, Brayden Hilton, at ringside for approval. Brayden cheers her on, waving the Colombian flag, but his distraction gives Sanada the opening she needs.
Sanada explodes out of the corner with a Final Pulse (running spinning heel kick) that sends Sofia crumpling to the mat. Sanada pounces, raining down mounted strikes before pulling Sofia to her feet. A snap suplex plants Sofia hard on the canvas, and Sanada immediately goes for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
Sofia kicks out, scrambling to the ropes. Brayden climbs onto the apron, yelling at the referee and distracting Sanada. Sofia capitalizes with a sneaky roll-up from behind!
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
Sanada kicks out with authority, her face twisting into a snarl. She grabs Sofia by the hair and drags her to the center of the ring. A brutal spinning backfist (Headshot) lands flush, and Sofia crumples, but Brayden is back on the apron, shouting insults.
Sanada finally has enough. She stalks toward Brayden and delivers a Final Pulse to his jaw, sending him crashing to the floor in a heap. The crowd roars as Sanada turns back to Sofia, but Sofia surprises her with a kick to the gut!
Sofia hoists Sanada up for her La Mariposa (butterfly brainbuster), but Sanada twists mid-air, landing on her feet behind Sofia. In one fluid motion, she spins Sofia around and nails her with another Headshot! Sofia is dazed, wobbling on her feet.
Sanada seizes the moment. She locks Sofia in a waistlock, powers through with incredible strength, and delivers the Sanada Death Driver (two-stage dragon suplex), bridging for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
TWO...
THREE!
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner, with a time of 9:39...SANADA!!!
Jim Reynolds: SHE DID IT GUYS!!!
Olivia Mayfaire: Credit to her ability and especially for overcoming the outside factor that was Brayden Hilton.
Nick Hanson: It will be a triple threat Main Event for the NFW World Championship at Wrestle War!!
As Sanada celebrates, the crowd stirs as Jordan Majors is spotted on the stage, watching with frustration on her face. Sanada brings her arm down from the referee’s hand and smiles at her friend and tag team partner. She quickly exits the ring and moves up the ramp to greet her where the two come face to face with Sanada eventually opening her arms out for a hug. Jordan looks disgusted as she just shakes her head and turns her back on Sanada, walking backstage. Sanada drops her arms and cracks a smirk as she nods before following after her friend.
Olivia Mayfaire: I hope you’re proud of yourself, Kitsune.
Jim Reynolds: She should be! And Jessi Ozborne better be worried!
Olivia Mayfaire: Oh my god, shut uuuuuuuup!!!
Nick Hanson: We’ll be right back with more Collision, ladies and gentlemen!
Winner: SANADA
Result: Pinfall (Sanada Death Driver)
Result: Pinfall (Sanada Death Driver)
==========================================================
==========================================================
Match #4/Singles
Non-Title
Kaya Parker vs. Priscilla White
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
Kaya kicks out and immediately rolls to her knees, glaring at Priscilla. Undeterred, Priscilla grabs her by the hair, dragging her up and delivering a vicious knife-edge chop that echoes throughout the arena. Kaya grimaces but retaliates with a quick enzuigiri, stunning Priscilla and sending her stumbling backward. Seizing the moment, Kaya springs off the ropes and connects with a running crossbody, flattening Priscilla. She hooks the leg for her first pin attempt.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
Priscilla powers out, pushing Kaya off with authority. Both women scramble to their feet, but Kaya is quicker, unleashing a flurry of kicks to Priscilla’s midsection. She follows with a diving double foot stomp to a kneeling Priscilla, knocking her flat on her back. Kaya climbs to the top rope, looking for a high-risk move, but Priscilla rolls out of the way at the last second. Kaya adjusts mid-air, landing on her feet but stumbling slightly.
Priscilla capitalizes, surging forward with a double-leg takedown and immediately transitioning into a sharpshooter. Kaya screams in pain, clawing toward the ropes. With one last burst of energy, she grabs the bottom rope, forcing the break.
Priscilla drags Kaya back to the center of the ring and hoists her up into a rib breaker before transitioning into a single-leg Boston crab (Gucci’s Bag). Kaya writhes in agony, but she manages to twist her body and kick Priscilla away. As Priscilla staggers back, Kaya springs to her feet and delivers a devastating discus headbutt (Protocol K), dropping Priscilla like a stone. Kaya collapses on top for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
Priscilla barely gets her shoulder up, the headbutt leaving her visibly shaken. Kaya doesn’t let up, pulling Priscilla into position for a rolling cutter, but Priscilla counters, shoving Kaya chest-first into the turnbuckle. Kaya stumbles backward, and Priscilla grabs her from behind, hitting a German suplex with a bridge.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
Kaya kicks out again! Both women are on the mat, breathing heavily. Priscilla is the first to her feet, stalking Kaya as she struggles to stand. Priscilla sets up for a tombstone piledriver (For Whom the Bell Tolls), but Kaya counters mid-lift, sliding out of her grasp and delivering a bicycle knee to the back of Priscilla’s head.
Kaya senses an opening and signals for Dead Silence. She locks in the kata gatame, wrenching Priscilla down to the mat. The crowd roars as Priscilla struggles, her arms flailing, but with sheer grit, Priscilla muscles her way to a kneeling position and breaks the hold with a powerful lift and slam!
Priscilla doesn’t waste a second, dragging Kaya to the top rope. She climbs up with her, hitting a breathtaking avalanche frankensteiner (On the Rocks) that sends Kaya crashing to the mat. Priscilla hooks the leg tightly.
ONE...
TWO...
TH—NO!
TWO...
TH—NO!
Kaya somehow kicks out, leaving Priscilla shaking her head in disbelief. Determined to finish things, Priscilla hauls Kaya up and plants her with a wild powerbomb. Instead of going for the pin, she pulls Kaya to her feet one more time, setting her up for The Valley of Wolves.
With precision, Priscilla lifts Kaya into a wild bomb, then follows up with a superplex. Rolling through, Priscilla locks in the sleeper hold, cinching it tight. Kaya thrashes wildly, clawing at Priscilla’s arms, but the champion’s grip is unyielding. Slowly, Kaya’s movements become weaker, her struggles fading as the referee checks her arm.
One drop...
Two drops...
Three!
Two drops...
Three!
Darlyn Fajardo: Here is your winner…The NFW Silver Mountain Champion…PRISCILLA WHITE!!
Nick Hanson: What a match that was!
Jim Reynolds: She continues to prove why she is on top of the mountain here in NFW!
Winner: Priscilla White
Result: Submission (Valley Of The Wolves)
Result: Submission (Valley Of The Wolves)
==========================================================
She strokes the cat gently, scratching behind its ears. The cat purrs at first but soon its eyes grow wild. It sniffs at the stranger and bristles, swiping claws at her before darting off into the dark.
A door opens, and an easily recognizable silhouette steps out onto the cold Canadian night. Violent Tiger, aka Risa Lemon, pulls her jacket close around her, making her way towards the seated figure.
Violent Tiger: There you are. I've been looking all over for you. One of the stagehands said they saw you come out here.
Stopping a respectable, maybe even safe, distance away, Risa stuffs her hands into her pockets.
Violent Tiger: Trixie. We need to talk.
Trixie doesn’t look up at Risa, but does speak in a low voice.
Trixie Decker: Tyger, tyger, burning bright
You wish to speak before we fight?
Trixie shifts, staying in the shadows and not completely revealing her face.
Trixie Decker: I’m happy to listen.
Risa steps a little closer, looking at her friend. Her head cocks to the side at the rhyme, but she doesn't say anything for a moment.
Violent Tiger: Yeah. Yeah I do want to talk. Well… I guess it's less of a talk and more of an… you know when one person messes up and they…
She huffs, exasperated, throwing her hands up.
Violent Tiger: Dammit Trixie I'm trying to say I'm sorry, okay? I never wanted this rift between us. We always said we'd keep work and personal lives separate but here we are now, sitting in a cold ass alley in freaking Canadian November. Please. Trix. Just… I'm sorry.
Trixie doesn’t even look up at the Tiger, merely staring into the shadows. Finally, she speaks.
Trixie Decker: Okay. I forgive you. All better.
Her voice is emotionless as she offers the words to Risa. The Violent Tiger states for a moment, annoyance creeping into her face.
Violent Tiger: Trixie… you know I love you. Always have. Even despite all this… bullshit going on. But I know when your heart isn't in something. That fell flatter than Muskrat donating Tesla’s to charity.
She walks around the crate, standing in front of Decker now, her hands on her hips.
Violent Tiger: Look if you don't wanna talk to me? I get it. If you don't want to actually forgive me? That's your choice. But I'm trying to salvage one of the very few real friendships I have here so please just fucking look at me Trix!
Beatrix still didn’t turn, but sat up a bit more as she pondered Risa’s words.
Trixie Decker: Have the Queens appreciated your return, Risa? You came out of retirement just for them. Have they been there for you since you returned to help them?
Risa shifts uncomfortably on her feet, but doesn't take her eyes away from Beatrix.
Violent Tiger: I mean yeah? I haven't really had a whole lot going on since the Monster’s Ball match, and you know I've always been more of a one woman Queen. Why?
Trixie is obviously turning her words over before offering them.
Trixie Decker: It just feels like you deserved more praise… attention from them. After all, you turned the tide for them. Even just your presence. I… I worry about you.
Trixie still didn’t look back, but the emotion was finally present in her voice
Trixie Decker: You have a history of caring about people more than they care about you, about being there for people who forget to repay the kindness. Your nature is to offer kindness, to be there for people. And I don’t like that people take advantage of it. I am not saying the Queens are… but I feel like you deserved more lauding than you received.
Risa looks at her friend, silent for a long moment, before taking a step closer.
Violent Tiger: Maybe I did deserve more. Maybe there should've been more hype and praise when I put the boots back on and stepped back into the ring.
Another step closer, her hands coming out of her pockets.
Violent Tiger: But you know me Trixie. You have since I stepped off that plane and walked into WWR for the first time. I don't do this for me, or for the praise, or any of that. What I do, I do for the fans. I've concussed myself, been hit with anything you can imagine, fought through hell multiple times over. But I'm still here. I'm still fighting. And I'm gonna continue to fight. Both because I want to, and for the people I care about.
Risa offers a hand to Trixie.
Violent Tiger: I care about YOU, Trixie Decker.
Still looking away, Trixie holds the hand offered to her.
Trixie Decker: It’s not about praise. It’s about knowing your value. Knowing what you deserve and not settling for less. It’s that simple, Risa. You have a right to demand to be treated like the best when you obviously are amongst them.
Risa hears a sharp intake of breath before Trixie continues.
Trixie Decker: You called me a dog. You basically said I was a lackey.
Risa doesn't let go, but she does visibly recoil at the memory.
Violent Tiger: I… I shouldn't have said that. My past with the people who were surrounding you made me say some things I regret.
Trixie pats Risa’s hand but releases it gently.
Trixie Decker: I am not going to pretend it didn’t hurt. More than you attacking me with that kendo stick. Same with you just letting your fellow Queens run me down, even after all the times we were there for each other.
Trixie rises and steps away, pushing around some of the alley’s debris with her feet.
Trixie Decker: But I guess we all get caught up in moments, especially when we finally find a group to accept us. Yes, Risa. I forgive you. And I’m sorry I hurt you as well.
Risa lets her hand drop to her side, exhaling roughly. Tears can be seen at the corners of her eyes behind her mask.
Violent Tiger: So our match tonight? It's just business, right? Nothing personal anymore?
Trixie shakes her head.
Trixie Decker: It’s always personal, Risa. You know that. The moment it becomes “just business” is the moment we admit we don’t care anymore. But if you’re asking if I’m coming to the ring to exact some revenge or try to end your career… no. I’m coming to the ring to give you a fight, which is something I know you want. A hard, violent battle. Nothing less.
Trixie finally turns to Risa, revealing her chalky face, blackened eyes, and blood covered mouth.
Trixie Decker: Because you deserve nothing but the best.
Trixie gives Risa a kiss on the forehead, leaving bloody lip prints.
Risa doesn't recoil. Doesn't wipe the blood from her mask. Instead, she pulls Trixie into a tight hug, her fiery body pushed against Decker’s own cold flesh.
Violent Tiger: Thank you. And if you need to talk about what's going on outside of work? You know where I live Trix. You're always welcome. I will never, ever turn you away. I promise.
Beatrix nods.
Beatrix Decker: I appreciate it, but I’m not living stateside anymore. Not for a while. I won’t be around much outside of matches. Now… should we go spill blood for the fans?
Risa puts an arm around Trixie's waist and grins, nodding her head.
Violent Tiger: Like only we can. But bitch you better FaceTime me or something if you're not living here anymore. I will blow up your email you probably never check anymore and you know it.
Decker says nothing, just nods quietly as she guides Risa back into the back door of the arena. As the heavy door slams shut, the camera fades to black.
==========================================================
==========================================================
Main Event/Singles
Risa vs. Trixie Decker
Trixie smirks as she regains her footing, gesturing for RISA to bring it on. RISA obliges, springboarding off the ropes with a crossbody. Trixie catches her mid-air and transitions into a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker, dropping RISA onto her knee. Trixie hooks the leg for the first pin attempt.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
RISA kicks out, clutching her back as Trixie pulls her up. Trixie whips RISA into the corner and charges with a running knee, but RISA rolls under her and pops up behind, hitting a spinning back fist that rocks Trixie. RISA follows up with a running neckbreaker, planting Trixie on the mat. She hooks the leg.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
Trixie powers out, shaking off the cobwebs. Both women rise, and RISA sprints toward the ropes, looking for a springboard poisonrana. Trixie ducks at the last second, causing RISA to flip onto her feet. Trixie grabs her and drives her down with a double knee facebreaker. RISA bounces off the mat, and Trixie goes for another cover.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
The crowd roars as RISA gets her shoulder up again. Trixie pulls her up, but RISA counters with a sudden jawbreaker, sending Trixie staggering back. RISA capitalizes with Forever Young (Sliced Bread #2), planting Trixie into the mat. She scrambles for the cover.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
Trixie kicks out just in time! RISA slaps the mat in frustration but quickly refocuses, climbing to the top rope. She leaps off with a diving meteora, but Trixie rolls out of the way, leaving RISA to crash knees-first into the canvas. Trixie rolls her up into a schoolgirl pin.
ONE...
TWO...
NO!
TWO...
NO!
RISA escapes, both women now visibly exhausted. They get to their feet slowly, exchanging stiff forearm strikes to the delight of the crowd. RISA lands a roundhouse kick, staggering Trixie, but Trixie retaliates with a Pele kick, leveling RISA.
Trixie signals to the crowd, pulling RISA into position. She hoists RISA up for the Jinx Jrop (Leg Trap Sunset Powerbomb), slamming her down hard into the mat. Trixie holds on tightly for the pin.
ONE...
TWO...
THREE!
TWO...
THREE!
The bell rings, and the crowd erupts in applause as Trixie Decker sits back, catching her breath. The referee raises her hand, declaring her the victor. RISA stirs on the mat, holding her ribs as she slowly gets to her feet. She and Trixie lock eyes, the tension from their past briefly resurfacing in the silence of the arena. Then, RISA steps forward, offering a hand. Trixie grins and brushes the hand aside—only to pull RISA into a warm hug.
Olivia Mayfaire: There we go!
Nick Hanson: That’s what we like to see!
Jim Reynolds: Oh give me a damn break.
Olivia Mayfaire: Maybe one of them can break your jaw and you shut the hell up?
The crowd cheers wildly as the two embrace, their bond clearly stronger than any past animosity. As they separate, RISA raises Trixie’s hand in a show of respect before pointing to her, mouthing, “You earned it.” The screen fades to black with the image of RISA and Trixie standing side by side, both smiling, as the crowd chants their names in unison. Tuesday Night Collision goes off the air in a perfect show of sportsmanship.
Winner: Trixie Decker
Result: Pinfall (Jinx Jrop)
Result: Pinfall (Jinx Jrop)
New Frontier Wrestling © 2024
