NFW Collision #63 - Pittsburgh, PA! 01/28/2020!

This week, we open up on the inside of the PPG Paints Arena in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. The crowd goes insane as the camera captures fans with their signs and merchandise tees. At the commentary table, we are greeted by Nick Hanson and Matt Salvatore, both in their finest suits except of course, Nick looks like a broadcaster and Matt looks like the devil incarnate.

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


Matt Salvatore: Good evening and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to another live episode of Tuesday Night Collision; NFW’s longest running weekly broadcast. Matt Salvatore here, I got my buddy Nick Hanson. We’re calling the action for you while you witness some of the greatest competitors professional wrestling has to offer and we’re in Pittsburgh! I used to live here you know.

Nick Hanson: How’s it going, Matt? Great to be here as always and I’m glad we’re buddies rather than you trying to saw my face off. We’ve got one hell of a card lined up. We’ll see The Kingdom take on The Purge in our main event, the retirement tour of Timothy Hunt has begun. We’ll see him action, as well, taking on Danni Anderson. Ronnie North makes his debut against The Arcane, Lara Bratton. Ian Dickenson and Vanita Thompson are set for a rematch for a doubt that took place outside the company, while Ebony Arceri will take on the returning Eric Lee.

Matt Salvatore: Ohhhhhh boy, Eric Lee’s back and you know what happens get bored.

Nick Hanson: Things get violent, indeed. We’ve also got Starlight and Morgan Payne stepping into the ring. Hometown girl from right here in Pittsburgh? Everyone loves seeing a native from their city in the ring.

Matt Salvatore: Definitely. I was billed from fictional locations but Brooklyn always lost their shit when I wrestled there. You know, Nicky, you just disappointed the hell out of me.

Nick Hanson: Wha?

Matt Salvatore: I threw a Star Wars reference at you and it went right over your head.

Nick Hanson: Which one?

Matt Salvatore: Neeeevermind. Let’s take a quick look at one of our newest talents, guys! He’ll be in action here shortly. The Prince of Pleasure, Ronnie North!
The camera finds itself backstage. We are not certain how the camera gained sentience to find itself in such a position but that is a moral debate for another time. Maybe a child made a wish? That happened in a lot of 90’s movies. Anyway, we find ourselves in the dressing area of new NFW Collision star Ronnie North. The camera on him from the waist up as he runs a pick comb through his mustache and his chest hair for a bit before he notices a camera on him.

Ronnie North: Oh hello there! I suppose it is about time to introduce myself to all you folks not familiar with my work in the field of putting stuff into other stuff. Some people call me the Prince of Pleasure. Some people call me the Space Cowboy. Some people call me the Gangster of Love. Some people call me Maurice and I have no idea why because that’s not even close to my name but MOST people know me as Ronnie North.

Ronnie finishes combing his very hairy body and goes about taking out a bottle of oil. He pours some all over his chest and begins to slather it all over himself.

Ronnie North: As an amazing wrestler and owner of adult film Parody studio ‘Northern XXXPosure Cinema’ I can promise our audience that I will do my very best to entertain you inside the ring as well as outside of it with my new series Nude Frontier Wrestling, a topical and artistic parody of goings-on in NFW that is entirely protected by parody law and has lots of boning. Look out for our first film soon. I still need to cast someone as Jizz-mine Matthews.

Ronnie slathers himself in oil until he is completely glistening before reaching over, grabbing his jacket and putting it on.

Ronnie North: But I can also promise my new co-workers that their parodied likenesses will be treated with respect. Sexy sexy respect. Because there’s nothing sexier than respect and hey guys, while I’ve got you here on tv I’d also like to say there’s nothing more important than consent. Take it from me, the Raddest Man who ever Lived. See? I know people were worried about me going solo but it’s not all just gonna be sex jokes and stuff. I really think I have a lot of knowledge to share with the world. I also have something to prove in the ring. I haven’t ventured outside of tag team wrestling beyond a few stray solo matches my entire life, so going full-on solo? Oh man, I’m feeling the nerves. It’s exciting. I haven’t been this nervous and excited since my on-screen debut and this time I’m not in a 20 dollar motel in the Valley! Lara Bratton may have all sorts of tricks up her sleeve, but the end of our match will be a lot like the end of my movies. You’ll be on your back, exhausted, gasping for air, and everyone will be screaming my name.

Ronnie winks at the camera before putting on his sunglasses and walking out of his dressing room, the camera following him as a member of backstage personnel interrupts him before he can walk any further.

Backstage Worker: Uhm...Mr. North?

Ronnie North: Please, call me Ronnie.

Backstage Worker: Right uh….Mr. Ronnie? You aren’t wearing your trunks.

Ronnie stops in his tracks and looks down.

Ronnie North: Aaaaaand there’s little Ronnie. Okay. Sorry I just uh… I haven’t done this in a while and I’m used to showing up to work uh… you know… Lotta staring going on right now. Nothing to be ashamed of.

The Backstage worker blinks a few times before walking away, their face red. Ronnie awkwardly clears his throat and goes back into his dressing room to finish getting ready for his match.
Nick Hanson: Welcome back folks! We’re about to kick off our first match of the night!

Matt Salvatore: Here’s hoping Ronnie North has all his ring gear on.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

The camera is behind the curtain as 'Give It 2 U' by Robin Thicke begins to play, zoomed in on the backside of someone's tights reading 'RN' only the Front line of the 'R' hangs down much lower than most. The ass is gyrating to the beat of the music. The camera circles around the body of this individual as they make their way through the curtain, focusing on their impressive package and hip thrusting before finally it pulls back to reveal Ronnie North in all his glory.

‘Girl give it to me
Girl you know what it do, girl give it to me
I got somethin' brand new, girl give it to me
I'll put it all on you, girl give it to me
Woo! I got a gift for ya
I got this for ya, a little Thicke for ya
A big kiss for ya, I got a hit for ya
Big dick for ya, let me give it to ya
Baby baby, I got a call for ya
I got a whip for ya, black car for ya
Ball hard for ya, I know you wanna get fancy
I know you wanna start dancin'

Ronnie rolls his hips to the music as he removes his ring jacket and tosses it to the 'adoring' ladies stage side.

Roger Arden: Making his way to the ring, from Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at 270lbs! Making his New Frontier debut. The Prince of Pleasure...RONNIE...NORTH!

‘Hey girl
You know you're looking so damn fly
You looking like you fell from the sky (angel)
You know make a grown man cry
I wanna give it to you tonight
And make everything you fantasize
Come true, ooh baby
I’ll make it so, so, so amazing
I’ll give it to you’

Ronnie does a heel-toe strut to the ring that is full of swagger, stopping on occasion to point and wink at women at ringside. They can barely contain their excitement and/or arousal. Ronnie climbs into the ring and hands his sunglasses off to the referee before heading to his corner and leaning against it casually.

Roger Arden: And, introducing his opponent.

♫♫♫ I've got a plan. I know the game. I cross the line and things will never be the same
♫♫♫ It's gotta be right, it's gotta be clean. I gotta cover all the spaces in between
♫♫♫ Because I want to be someone (someone you want to be like)
♫♫♫ One of a kind (just do it if it feels right)
♫♫♫ F***ing contagious (living in the limelight)
♫♫♫ Out of my mind'..

As the chorus of “Straightjacket Supermodel” begins to play across the arena as the lights turn down and a light show of skulls begin to dance across the ring and into the crowd. Then a spotlight shines on the stage as “The Arcane” Lara Bratton basks in the glow for a moment. She stands in a long black robe and black crown as she leans forward on a cane. She leans back and spins the cane around as she begins to make her way down towards the ring as the spotlight follows.

Roger Arden: From Bovill, Idaho, weighing in at 175lbs. She is The Arcane...LARA...BRATTON!!!

♫♫♫ Cuz I am the all original, so hated that it's criminal
♫♫♫ My fame is on the throttle, straitjacket supermodel
♫♫♫ Sideways on the level, tap dancing with the devil
♫♫♫ I'm bringing down the gospel, straitjacket supermodel

She ignores the crowd for the most part as she reaches the ring. She throws her arms out to her side very dramatically and then lowers them allowing the robe to fall from her shoulders and pool at her feet on the floor. Underneath that robe she wears a black top, with black boy shorts and black boots with white trim. On the backside of her shorts are emblazoned with her initials LB. She reaches up and grabs her crown from her head, tosses it up into the air and catches it perfectly on the end of her cane as she takes that and leans it up against the corner.

She climbs each step up to the ring very slowly and then leaps up and perches herself on the top, then slowly looks from one side to the next with her long black hair hanging down over her face before she springs into the air and lands in the center of the ring with a big grin as her music slowly fades.

The match is about to start and Ronnie North is already looking Lara Bratton over, bouncing his eyebrows suggestively. In her corner, Lara leans back boredly with her chin propped up on an elbow as the referee checks Ronnie for any concealed weapons. When he comes over to Lara, the woman rolls her eyes and steps out of her corner. To the confusion of all that are watching, she grabs the ref by the shoulders and puts him in her corner where she starts giving him a pat down, checking his pockets, pants legs and around his belt. Even the referee looks around at the laughing crowd, confused.

Matt Salvatore: Nick? What...in the world...is this girl doing?

Nick Hanson: We’ve been trying to figure that out ever since she came here, Matt.

Lara Bratton: Let’s go! Ring the bell!

Matt & Nick: Wait what?!

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings as Lara calls for it and she steps away from the referee, standing off to the side and hunches down with her hands on her knees, looking back and forth between Ronnie North and the referee. Ronnie North looks amused and the referee looks downright confused and tries to interject and inform Lara she’s got it all wrong. Lara starts arguing with the ref and directing him towards Ronnie North who decides to come over and try to put the moves on her. He starts laying on game and brushes her hair with his fingers. Lara immediately turns and snaps on him. She does the typical referee behavior, sticking her finger in his face, pointing to herself but when she goes to motion to her referee shirt, she realizes she isn’t wearing one. She looks at the referee like he just stole her property and starts demanding the shirt off his back. As the two argue, Ronnie North shrugs to the audience and just steps in, rolling Lara up into a schoolboy. The referee swoops in and counts.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Lara rolls up to her knees and gets to her feet where she starts scolding Ronnie for laying hands on the ref. She turns to the timekeeper and demands he ring the bell, calling to Roger Arden to announce a disqualification. The referee walks over and nudges Lara back to convene with Roger Arden. He’s got no idea what’s going on and tells him to not announce anything. As he has his back turned, however, Lara turns towards Ronnie and thumbs him right in the eye.

Nick Hanson: Hey wait a minute!!!

Matt Salvatore: Did she just ruse the referee into dropping his guard?!

Lara starts laying shots to Ronnie, backing him into the ropes until she starts drilling elbows into his midsection. Ronnie starts to buckle as the ref turns back, realizing the action’s started and orders Lara to get him off of the ropes. Lara lets Ronnie lean down on the second rope before she runs across the ring and back in for a Thesz Press, combed with a choke against the ropes, pressing her weight against Ronnie’s back. The ref makes it to four before she lets up off of him. She still grabs Ronnie by his hair and throws him down to the mat, though, going for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ronnie gets the shoulder up and pushes Lara off of him. She gets to her feet as he gets up to his knees. Lara, then, instead of going for the hair on his head, grabs him by his chest hair and pulls him up to his feet with Ronnie grimacing and yelling out in pain. The referee isn’t even sure how to react to body hair being pulled and looks on. As Bratton gets North to his feet, she hits him with a backhand chop. Ronnie reels and Lara hits him again with another chop. Next, Lara runs off of the ropes and comes back at Ronnie running right into an atomic drop counter. The crowd starts popping for the newcomer as he comes off the ropes and hits a clothesline. Bratton hits the mat and gets back up to her feet but North comes in with another clothesline. Down goes Bratton again but she pops right back up to her feet and runs at Ronnie only to eat a third clothesline. She pops up one more time only to be knocked down with a double axe handle across the chest. Ronnie stands over her then with a flirtatious smile and starts gyrating his hips. Ronnie picks Lara up and executes a beautiful Snap Suplex, floating over for the cover then.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Ronnie pulls Lara up to her feet, pulling up with one hand while his other goes to his own head and he starts gyrating again, at one point, rolling his crotch right in front of Lara’s face. This angers Lara enough that she bursts up and tries to hit him with a forearm but Ronnie blocks with his own in the way and scoops Lara up with the ease of lifting a child, laying her over his shoulder. He’s setting up for a tombstone shoulderbreaker but Lara manages to wiggle free and slip out of his grasp and land on her feet behind him where she runs into the ropes, but seeing Ronnie coming around at her, Lara stumbles and immediately looks outside the ring over the ropes. It works to make Ronnie stop in confusion as the referee comes up to ask Lara what’s wrong. She angrily motions to the ring floor, saying someone or something grabbed her foot. The referee frowns, looking over the ropes - in other words, distracted - so Lara Bratton turns and pops him in the eye with her thumb again. This time it’s his other eye which Ronnie grabs at and stumbles away, turning his back to Lara where she runs up and grabs him around the waist.. Bratton hits a nice German Suplex on Ronnie. While Lara's getting up after landing that suplex, the frame pauses. It stays on this frame for a moment before the feed catches back up to show a darkened arena, with everyone in a panic.

Nick Hanson: "Not agai--"

The video cuts to a black screen, which is the only view for a short, but still wildly uncomfortable period of time. The Emergency Alert System appears, much like it did twice last week, though it looks significantly different. Perhaps it's a different unit being used. This week, the screen is all red with white letters. Three shrill tones burst as the screen reads:


One longer attention tone bursts for a longer period of time before an electronic voice speaks.

"The following message is an announcement of the impending arrival of StuFish.pif. Turn off all electronic devices. Lock all doors and windows. Cover all eyes and ears. Take cover immediately."

Then there's some shuffling of the mic.

Voice: "And there's nothing you can do about it."

The three shorter, but still as shrill alert tones burst once more before the screen disappears as suddenly as it appeared. The feed cuts back to the ring with Lara and Ronnie as confused as everyone else.

Matt Salvatore: "I really wish he'd use something other than that glorified noise-maker..."

Matt says, taking out his ear plugs again.

Nick Hanson: "He's breaking several FCC rules and regulations by doing what he's doing, on top of being extremely cocky about it, and THAT'S what you focus on?"

Matt Salvatore: "I'm just sayin'... Max Headroom didn't need the Emergency Alert System to interrupt a television feed."

Nick Hanson: "...I don't even want to know how you know about that. Anyway, Bratton stalking North, may be looking to end it right here..."

Matt Salvatore: "Everyone knows about the Max Headroom incident, Nick."

Nick Hanson: Yeah, I’m sure but watch out now what the hell is Lara Bratton doing?! Again?! C’mon!

Once more, Lara Bratton pulls a fast one on the referee. This time, she looks passed him and her eyes go wide. She grabs him, yelling “oh shit! Oh shit!” and points over his shoulder. The ref turns his back on her to look but as Lara turns to Ronnie this time, he puts up his dukes and guards his eyes, shaking his head. She’s not gonna get him a third ti--WHAM! But she does with a blatant drop to her knees and a stiff low blow with her forearm. The crowd boos Bratton as Ronnie immediately clutches himself in pain.

Matt Salvatore: Oh no! Looks like Little Ronnie ended up in the crossfire, Nick!

Nick Hanson: That’s horrible! Disgusting lack of sportsmanship from The Arcane!

Matt Salvatore: My guess is Ronnie still forgot a cup in his bag.

Ronnie hits his knees and doubles forward and Lara Bratton pounces right on him from behind, straddling his back and locks him into a Camel Clutch. She holds it for a second when suddenly she switches grips and loops her fingers inside the corners of Ronnie’s mouth, effectively fish hooking him as she holds him in the submission. Ronnie clenches his teeth, voicing his new pain as Lara keeps the fish hook locked in. The referee has his focus on them again as he gets down beside Ronnie, asking him if he wants to give up. Ronnie can only close one hand and wag an index finger as his arms are draped over Lara’s knees.

Matt Salvatore: Fish Hook Camel Clutch? Never seen that one before! Nice!

Nick Hanson: Unorthodox but effective, definitely!

Matt Salvatore: North’s in a bad way, Nick.

Nick Hanson: And how!

Ronnie North looks like he’s about to give up until he lets out a pained yell and ends up with Lara’s fingers in between his teeth. He figures “fuck it” and just bites down. She wants to play dirty? So can he! Lara’s eyes go wide in surprise as she yells out a scream and the referee starts warning Ronnie to stop biting. He gets to four and Ronnie opens his mouth, freeing Lara’s fingers. She yanks her hands back, shaking them and thus relinquishes the pressure on her opponent, allowing Ronnie to get his arms free. He slips them under and crawls back, yanking Lara’s feet back, pitching her forward. Lara lands softly on her neck and shoulders but Ronnie sees his opportunity and thrusts his entire body forward. This leaves the two in a very suggestive looking position. Lara on her back, legs up and bent back under Ronnie’s arms. His crotch right in her face as she turns her head to try and keep it away from her. Ronnie realizes the position, gives a suggestive grin and nods his head like “oh yeah” as he looks around at the fans who can’t help but laugh with him. Fortunately for Ronnie, Lara’s shoulders are also down with all 270lbs of his weight pressing down on her so the referee hits the mat and counts.

Nick Hanson: Hey! Wait a second! Lara’s shoulders!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Matt Salvatore: WHOA!!!! You shitting me?!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! RONNIE...NORTH!!!!

Nick Hanson: And the Prince of Pleasure will pick up a debut victory at the expense of Lara Bratton!

Matt Salvatore: That’s a compromising position if I ever saw one!

Nick Hanson: Lara Bratton doesn’t look too happy.

Matt Salvatore: She doesn’t look too upset, either. Hard to tell what’s going on inside her head.

As Lara stalks up the back ramp, Ronnie celebrates inside the ring, shaking his hips again. He gets out of the ring to high five some fans, stopping when he comes a particularly gorgeous lady in the front row and leans sideways against the barricade, beginning to sweet talk her as the shot fades out to an ad.

We cut backstage to the hallway outside the locker room area, where Ian Dickenson and Ebony Arceri can be seen stopping outside the door with their gear bags thrown over their shoulders. As Ian moves to open the door, he pauses, glancing at his girlfriend with a smirk.

Ian: Gonna be one hell of a night, eh, Eb?

Ebony tilts her head to the side, returning his smirk with one of her own.

Ebony: Well, let’s see... my boyfriend is wrestling one of the few people I consider a friend in this business, and I’m wrestling a wanna-be serial killer!

Ian arches his eyebrow as he leans against the doorframe, setting his bag down on a stack of supply crates nearby.

Ian: You don’t seem the least bit alarmed by this.

Ebony scoffs, shrugging her shoulders.

Ebony: And why would I be? It’s like I’ve already said. For YEARS, wrestlers have come and go in this business, being referred to as “dangerous” or “psycho.” How am I supposed to believe that this guy is any different? Look at the numbers. Sure, he’s got me on height and weight. But that’s never stopped me before. For fuck’s sake... we once worked for a company that employed a chick with a cockroach fetish!

Ian shakes his head.

Ian: Nutjobs in this business are a dime a dozen anymore; there’s nothing being done these days that hasn’t already been done a million times.

Ebony stands with her hands on her hips, shaking her head as she casts her gaze down toward the floor.

Ebony: 38 years old... you’d think a guy that age would start to hang back and not be so reckless. Then again, he doesn’t even care if he wins.

Ian lifts her face up to lock eyes with her, an encouraging smile on his face.

Ian: I've seen plenty of guys that come into this business with that mindset. They don't last very long. Experience may be on his side, but youth and speed is definitely on yours. At this rate, I don't expect him to be around for much longer.

Ebony’s eyes grow wide, feigning worry. Her voice, however, is dripping in enough sarcasm to drown an elephant.

Ebony: Remember, though... there's no one like this guy. He’s an attempted murderer!

Ian strokes his chin for a moment, then taps his finger just below his lower lip. A sly smile forms on his face as he lets out a bit of a chuckle.

Ian: Attempted... that means he failed, right?

Ian’s words bring a smile to Ebony’s face as well as she nods her head, her face giving him a look as if to say “aha!”

Ebony: Well, since you put it that way....

She winks at him playfully, then claps her hands together as her expression changes, but only slightly.

Ebony: But enough about my match. What about you and Vanita?

He pauses for a moment, his own face taking on a more serious expression.

Ian: This has been something we’ve both wanted since we all were in RWL. And now, we finally get the chance to let it all out in the ring.

Ebony looks into his eyes, noting the intense gleam he gets when he’s determined.

Ebony: I know the fans are going to be in for a treat; that’s for damn sure. Especially the ones that thrive on violence.

Ian places his hands on Ebony’s waist as she rests her hands on his forearms. She continues to stare into his eyes, offering her the same encouraging smile he had just given her. At least in his match, she knows the respect is mutual.

Ian: I know Vanita will give it everything she has...

Ebony nods her head.

Ebony: And I know you will, too. And I also know you two will leave it all between the ropes.

Ian: It’s going to be bloody as hell, but I know she wouldn’t have it any other way.

Ebony pulls away from Ian, glancing at the door to their locker room.

Ebony: Okay... enough flapping our gums outside... we need to get ready. We’ve both got some serious fights lined up tonight.

Ian reaches for his bag, slinging it back over his shoulder before reaching once again for the door knob.

Ian: Not to mention, there’s some other things we need to talk about. We just need to do that without anyone in earshot....

Ian opens the door, gesturing for Ebony to step through first. He follows her into the locker room, closing the door behind them as the scene fades out.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

As the opening riff of “The One You Love To Hate” begins to play, Ian makes his way onstage with his fists raised overhead. Once the bass kicks in, he starts making his way towards the ring. If a fan tries to rile him, Ian will respond with his middle finger. Once he steps in the ring, he'll mount a turnbuckle and jaw-jack the crowd with both middle fingers in the air, until his music fades. He then jumps down and leans against the turnbuckle until the match begins.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Hawthorne, California! Weighing in at 250lbs! He is the Hawthorne Horror! IAN...DICKENSON!!! And his opponent….

"Exs and Ohs" hits the PA and Vanita walks out and heads right for the ring. She doesn't hi five to fans, but she does smile and wave to them. She slides into the ring, head moving with the heavy music in the background. She gets in the middle of the ring, takes a bow and then focuses toward the corner, looking at her next opponent.

Roger Arden: From Denver, Colorado! Weighing in at 121lbs! VAIN...VANITA...THOMPSON!!!

~DING DING DING~

Vanita Thompson and Ian Dickenson started the match off, coming out to meet in the center with a respectful handshake. This earned a cheer from the crowd and praise from the commentary team as the two began to circle around the mat. They lock up, collar and elbow. Nick Hanson honestly wonders why Vanita would engage in a tie up with Ian given the massive height and weight advantage he has. Matt Salvatore remarks how, as a big man himself, he knows smaller opponents can be tricky as fuck. Ian powers Vanita back into the corner and the ref calls for a break. Ian breaks clean, hands up as he backs off. Vanita raises her own as well, not trying for anything sneaky. Some of the crowd claps and the two opponents nod at each other. At ringside, Ebony Arceri also claps, cheering Ian on from his corner. “C’mon, baby!” In Vanita’s corner, Darius Crowley looks on carefully with his ever stoic, unreadable expression. We can just barely see a small nod from his head at the clean break as the two competitors circle in the ring again. They lock up again and this time, Vanita slips free and shoots in behind Ian. She catches him in a waistlock and actually goes for a German Suplex. She damn near gets him up and even gets him off of his feet but he’s juuust too heavy and has too much gas in the tank. Ian reaches back and pulls Vanita into a hip toss right onto the mat in front of him where he starts to go to work on her with his arsenal of tenacious offense and brute strength. The big man practically handles the little woman almost like a doll in terms of size and strength, driving and slamming her into the mat, delivering stiff shots and kicks where he can.

Ian maintains control of the match for several minutes due to his strength and refusal to let up for even a second. It takes quick thinking from Vanita as she’s whipped into the ropes and comes off with a springboard dropkick right into Ian. It doesn’t drop him but he staggers him back and Vanita runs in to deliver another dropkick, knocking him into the corner. On a comeback roll, Vanita runs across the ring and right up onto the second turnbuckle where she starts landing shot after shot on Ian. The crowd counts with her all the way up to 9 but before she can reach 10, Ian grabs her around the legs and steps out with Vanita in a powerbomb position. She panics a bit a first but as he lifts her up and prepares for that drop, she lands her 10th punch right on the button, popping Ian right in the nose. He falters and Vanita manages to slip off of his shoulders, dragging him down to the mat with her momentum and cinching in a Fujiwara Armbar. Ian starts to power out of that so Vanita lets him go and twists around, grabbing his legs to cinch in a Boston Crab. He just barely makes it to the ropes, crawling and dragging Vanita with him though she tries to stop him. Vanita breaks the hold clean, however, and stays on him with the more technical side of her arsenal, trying to wear the big man down to make him easier to handle given the size difference between the two of them.

As Ian Dickenson and Vanita Thompson continue to go hard as nails at each other with both of their kindred spirits watching on, Vanita begins to put her speed and agility to use more and more on the bigger, stronger Hawthorne Horror. She finally gets him where she thinks she wants him but as she comes running in hard for a Spear, Ian counters back with a huge Spinning Heel Kick that rocks Vanita across the side of the head. Ian stops her from slumping to the mat and picks her up, high over his shoulders, under her arms, delivering a brutal HELLION to the center of the mat. Vanita lands hard with a violent thud and Ian makes the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! The Hawthorne Horror, IAN...DICKENSON!!!

Matt Salvatore: And that’s how the big boys do, Nick!

Nick Hanson: You gotta give it to Vanita Thompson! She put on one hell of a performance as well!

Matt Salvatore: Hey, I take nothing away from either of them. This match was sick. I’m down for a round 3 sometime!

Ian Dickenson rises to his feet to have his arm raised and helps Vanita Thompson up as Ebony Arceri and Darius Crowley join them in the ring and go to their respect other halves. There seems to be a mutual respect between the four as the two sides go their separate ways and allow Ian to celebrate his victory with Ebony at his side.

Once Collision #63 returns from commercial break, the viewers at home may be surprised to see Danielle Anderson standing inside of the ring. However, she did tell the new General Manager Luthor Callaway that she would talk. There’s a microphone in her right hand, but for the moment, she enjoys the cheers from the fans within the PPG Paints Arena.

Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Collision! I’m sorry if I’m yelling a little; I can barely hear myself over the fans cheering for Danni!

Matt Salvatore: Clearly, I underestimated the love for the Pink Sugarplum Fairy. On Twitter, she told Mr. Callaway that she was going to speak on Collision. I’m curious to hear what she has to say.

It’s still early in the show, so she’s not dressed in her ring attire. Instead, she’s wearing a pink fluffy jacket over a nice little black dress and a pair of black platform boots that reach above her knees. This earns quite a few wolf whistles from the audience, but she simply smiles and raises the mic.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿)
“Hey, hi, Hello, Pittsburgh!”

The fans are highly receptive at the mention of their hometown, cheering aloud.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿)
“I hope everyone is doing alright. Wow… I can’t believe it’s been two weeks since WrestleWar XVI. Did everybody enjoy the biggest pay-per-view of New Frontier Wrestling?”

More cheers resonate throughout the arena. It’s clear that the wrestling fans of Pittsburgh loved WrestleWar. Danielle smiles a little more before a tiny frown crosses her face. She raises the mic again.

Danni Anderson (◡_◡✿)
“Now… I don’t mean to be a downer, but sometimes it’s better to get the bad juju out of the way… Some of you may already know this, but last year in September, I lost someone very important to me. His name was Markus Kellen Rael, a former U.S. Marines, E4 Corporal. He was also my boyfriend and Leina’s father. For months, I was trying to find the man responsible for taking him away from us. It was stressful, depressing, and it took a lot of energy out of me. I joined NFW not only because I wanted to wrestle more, but because I wanted to distract myself from the pain.

Well, after nearly four months, I finally found out who the bad man was… and Michael Rivers, formerly known as Lord Lucifer, asked me if I wanted to help him stop the bad man. I didn’t even hesitate to say ‘yes’. I needed to stop him, so Markus could have justice, my family could have peace, and I could have closure. Two days after WrestleWar, Michael and I had the opportunity to do this. We had a plan… You might have heard about the breaking news from Raleigh, North Carolina and Philadelphia, Pennsylvania.

Our plan didn’t go the way we wanted… but in the end, Anthony Crawford was stopped in Raleigh, and Valdemar Johansen in Philadelphia.”

The fans are stirring, exchanging whispers to one another, as Danielle takes a moment to simply breathe. There are tears in her sparkly blue eyes.

Nick Hanson: I… do recall the news broadcasts talking about two separate incidents happening on the night of the 16th.

Matt Salvatore: Yeah. I didn’t know either of those men, but apparently, they caused a lot of pain and suffering. It seems like the situation took a lot out of Miss Anderson.

Nick Hanson: The poor girl looks like she’s about to cry, Matt…

Somehow, she musters the strength to hold herself back. There’s a slight tremble in her body as she raises the mic to her lips.

Danni Anderson (◕︵◕✿)
“...I’d like to ask for a moment of silence and ten dings of the bell. For all of those who lost their lives that night… for the good people who made the ultimate sacrifice… It is like Jasmine Matthews said. Regardless of how I feel, Anthony-- and Valdemar-- were loved by their cherished ones. Right or wrong, good or bad… May they rest in peace. May their loved ones find the strength to carry on in their memory.”

She lowers the microphone to her side. She honestly doesn’t expect anything to come of her request… but slowly, the fans do quiet down until they’re completely silent. The timekeeper cooperates and begins to ring the bell ten times.

Ding…

Ding…

Ding…

Ding…

Ding…

Ding…

Ding…

Ding…

Ding…

Ding…

Once the final ding softly fades, Danielle raises the microphone and whispers.

Danni Anderson (◡﹏◡✿)
“Thank you, everyone...”

There’s a slow yet respectful applause from the fans. Even Nick and Matt are clapping from the commentary table. A stray tear falls down Danielle’s face before she holds her head up high and takes a deep breath.

Danni Anderson (◡‿◡✿)
“I really appreciate it. So with that said… let’s start to brighten things up, yeah? I know it’s been quite a buzz since the night of WrestleWar. Somehow, someway, I won the 2020 Silver Rush Rumble.”

Naturally, cheers and applause begin to resonate within the arena. Danielle takes a moment to wipe an incoming tear away before she smiles a little more.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿)
“It’s still surreal, you know? But after I landed the torpedo plancha from the tip-top of the ladder and onto Starlight through the tables, I was never ever eliminated. Everybody was too busy fighting each other to drag me back into the ring and pin me. I mean… in hindsight, I’m glad they were! Otherwise, I wouldn’t have won. Eheh!

Angel Kash can whine and complain all she wants, but I got her down for the three. I was the last NFW wrestler standing and I took the super shiny Silver Rush Rumble trophy home with me. I’ve got it on display in the living room. It’s very pretty… and it’s the symbol that I have a guaranteed shot at the Silver Mountain Championship! No matter who says they want a rematch or who begs Mr. Callaway for a shot, I’m next. Dibs!”

At this, the fans smile and laugh, once again cheering for the Sweetheart Esper as she begins to show signs of joy. They like it when she’s happy. She does too.

Danni Anderson (◕ω◕✿)
“I want my title match with the reigning Silver Mountain Champion Jasmine to be in Japan. I’ve never been to the country before. I’ve never ever wrestled there before. It would be a dream to compete for one of the most prestigious titles in NFW… and a dream come true if I were to actually win! It doesn’t matter which show it’s on in Japan. Please, Mr. Callaway, this is all I’m asking you for. I earned this opportunity, so please…!”

Cutely, she places her hands together in prayer. The fans are moved by this; they want to see the match for themselves! They start a “Let’s go, Danni! OOH RAH! Let’s go, Danni! OOH RAH!” chant that resonates within the arena.

Matt Salvatore: I know you can hear this, Luthor! Give the young lady and the fans what they want!

Nick Hanson: Yeah! Maybe it can be set for INVASION: Japan? Talk about a HUGE pay-per-view match opportunity!

Slowly but surely, everyone begins to calm down. Danielle takes a deep breath and wipes another tear from her right eye.

Danni Anderson (◠△◠✿)
“Eheh… I shouldn’t keep everyone waiting. There’s a lot of Collision #63 to enjoy, including my match with the former HYBRID Grand Champion and the former NFW Television Champion, Timothy Hunt. I’m REALLY excited about that one. Come on, everybody! Let out your battle cry! OOH RAH!”

Of course, they mirror her with a loud “OOH RAH!!” She smiles while “Overtime” by Cash Cash hits the PA system and makes her way out of the ring, handing a ringside official the mic on the way out. She takes a moment to interact with the fans before the camera changes perspective.
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Two random voices are heard speaking as if in demonic tones over the system, as the lights go out. The camera pans over to the top of the stage area where three red siren lights begin to spin. The voices continue speaking the lights continue to go.

Yeah, Be prepared.

Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh.

...For what?

For the death of the Queen.

Why? Is she sick?

No, fool-- we're going to kill her.

Great idea! Who needs a Queen?

No Queen! No Queen! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!

Idiots! There will be a Queen!

Hey, but you said, uh...

Then a loud scream is heard, as she begins cackling over the system. Then the final line is spoken as a tall woman steps out from behind the curtain. A gas mask covers her face as her long raven hair falls to one side. She raises the microphone to her face.

Starlight: *I*...will be queen!

Poor Unfortunate Souls by Jonathan Young begins playing over the system as her arms go above her head in an X as her hashtag appears on the screen. #Queenslayer appears as blue spotlights appear on the ramp. She walks down the ramp letting her coat flow behind her as she drapes her arms to her side. She looks at the fans as she reaches the bottom of the ramp, She turns then raises her hands and the lights come on, she goes over to the steps slamming her hands down on them hard as she looks into the ring. She growls as she climbs up the stairs standing on the outside of the ring, she climbs through, taking the gas mask off looking at her opponent laughing as she climbs the turnbuckle, placing her hands above her head in an X once more as she drops down turning to face her opponent. She takes her coat and gas mask to her corner.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, residing in Aokigahara, Japan. Weighing in at 130lbs. STARLIGHT!!!! And...her opponent….

The lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness as those first few drum notes of “Ten Million Voices” sound throughout the speakers. As soon as the guitar riff starts, the video wall comes to life with the BEHOLD THE KINGDOM banner while the back wall screen comes to life with a combined static and barbwire design.

Are the whispers turning your mind?
They're the wolves nipping at your heels.
Trying to drag you down when the light is gone.

As the lyrics to the song start, the video wall switches to images of a woman in a hooded sweatshirt, sitting in a chair with a barbwire baseball bat being held vertical under one hand, in between her knees. Her hand spins the bat like a top as the camera cuts around to different angles of her in the black and white video. The final clip shows a closeup of her lifting her cold, merciless eyes to the camera before the Kingdom banner fills the screen again.

And now winter is coming she preys on us all.
Watch how they're mocking ready to fall.
And our pulses are pounding to the sound of the drum.

As “and now winter is coming” is heard, a black silhouette walks out into view in front of the staticy barbwire image on the back wall. The silhouette turns towards the camera from the distance and steps out onto the stage, wielding the same bat seen in the video. The figure twirls the bat lazily once at their side before resting it over their shoulder. The lighting changes just enough to illuminate the figure, revealing none other than Morgan Payne! She stares down the ramp with coldness in her heterochromic eyes, briefly glancing around at the audience.

There are ten million souls
who are feeling like you.
And ten million more who are finding the truth.
Then it feels like you're right where you belong.
When ten million voices are one.

Roger Arden: Representing The Kingdom, from The Burgh, weighing in at 130lbs. MORGAN...PAYNE!

Morgan walks down to the ring intently but in no rush at all. The look on her face, cold and hard, never changes as she reaches ringside and ascends the steps before entering the ring over the middle rope. As soon as she’s in the ring, she brings the bat back up onto her shoulder and moves to a corner, climbing the turnbuckle and raises her bat overhead to the jeering audience. Once she steps down, she sets her bat in the corner, throwing back her hood and removing her jacket, tossing it over the ropes to the timekeeper as she turns around, facing inside the ring and loosening up some.

Nick Hanson: This looks like a new Morgan, Matt. Don’t it?

Matt Salvatore: Definitely different from the kid I watched grow up.

~DING DING DING~

Starlight and Morgan come out of their corners and circle up in the ring. Starlight stares coldly at Morgan while Morgan watches back with heavy focus in her eyes. The two step in for a lock up but Morgan feints and shoots in for a waistlock. Starlight sprawls and comes down on top of her, catching Morgan with an arm around the neck, going for a Guillotine Choke. Starlight gets it in tight and Morgan writhes to get loose from it but Starlight’s MMA discipline has her properly apply the hold and Morgan struggles to get free until she finds the arm around her neck and slides her hand up. Morgan digs her thumb and index into Starlight’s tricep and the bigger woman suddenly grimaces. Her hold on Morgan’s neck loosens and Morgan steps in, grabbing her around the waist, hitting a Northern Lights Suplex. Morgan holds the bridge and goes for the cover.

ONE!

T--!

Starlight powers out of the cover and gets to her feet at the same time Morgan does and the two find themselves in another standoff. They lock up again and this time, Starlight cinches in a wristlock. She controls Morgan around the ring for a moment until Morgan manages to twist out into an arm wringer. The crowd and commentary are already a little impressed to see Morgan use a technical reversal rather than just try to power out of it, but then she throws her leg up over Starlight’s arm and rolls her to the mat right into an armbar.

Matt Salvatore: Hey, whoa! Now, check this out!

Nick Hanson: Was that an armbar takedown by Morgan Payne?!

Matt Salvatore: Sure was!

Morgan locks on the armbar tight with good control but Starlight is the one who uses her power to try and bend her arm up this time. It’s a struggle for who’s stronger as both wrestle for the arm. Neither are really getting a good advantage so Starlight finally sticks her leg out and touches her foot to the ropes. The referee calls for the break which Morgan immediately obliges but she promptly gets to her feet, steps over and just stomps down on Starlight’s ankle that’s touching the bottom rope. Starlight yells out and grabs her ankle. The referee chides Morgan and the crowd, in that instant, remembers they usually boo this woman now.

Nick Hanson: Ow! Hey, c’mon now!

Morgan grabs Starlight’s foot and starts going for a straight ankle lock but Starlight kicks her away with her other foot. As Morgan stumbles, Starlight rolls backwards and gingerly up to her feet. Morgan runs in again and Starlight catches her with a Spinning Back Fist. As Morgan staggers back, Starlight comes in and starts laying in the kicks to the body of the shorter woman. The power behind the kicks rocks Morgan back against the ropes but she manages to push back off and come back into the fight. Starlight goes for another kick to the ribs. This time, Morgan brings her leg up, rather flexibly for a Buok parry. This actually reels Starlight more than anything and she steps back. She comes in again on the other side. Another Buok parry. Starlight comes in and Morgan hits a thrust kick, pushing her away. Before Starlight gets her balance back, Morgan shocks those watching and with about five feet in between them, she dips low and shoots in, snatching Starlight by the ankle and throws her weight into the woman’s legs, forcing her to the mat. This time, Morgan cinches the Straight Ankle Lock right in. Morgan torques it tight and Starlight struggles to try and get free.

Matt Salvatore: Check out the torque on that ankle lock, Nick!

Nick Hanson: I’m no practitioner of Jiu Jitsu but I can imagine that’s pretty painful!

Once again, Starlight pulls herself towards the ropes and grabs on and once again, Morgan Payne gets to her feet and kicks her arm away from the ropes. Starlight shakes her wrist out yet as she has her other hand flat on the mat, Morgan has no hesitation in just flat out stomping on her hand. Starlight brings her hand up to her chest as the crowd reacts with empathy for her fingers. Speaking of fingers, however, as she makes the mistake of reaching out to grab onto Morgan’s belt, Morgan takes her hand and methodically takes hold of her index and middle fingers, raising an eyebrow.

Nick Hanson: Ummmmm…

Matt Salvatore: The hell’s she doing?!

With a theatrical yank of the fingers from Morgan, the crowd hears an audible pop and Starlight grabs her hand, showing the pain on her face. Starlight makes it to the corner where she pulls herself up. Morgan comes right in, not wasting time. She spins her around to face her and hits a knife edge chop across her chest before throwing her to the mat. Morgan runs across the ring, looking to complete Yoi Yoi Double Yoi but Starlight rolls out of the ring, checking her hands to make sure nothing’s broken. While Morgan thinks she’s distracted, she runs across the ring and goes for a Suicide Dive, Starlight hits a stiff roundhouse kick right across Morgan’s head and she collapses outside of the ring, hitting hard on the floor.

Crowd: OHHHHHHH!!!!!

Nick Hanson: How’s that movie line go, Matt?!

Matt Salvatore: Knocked! The Fuck! Out! Is Morgan Payne, ladies and gentlemen!

Nick Hanson: That kick was brutal!

Matt Salvatore: She ate that kick like she was starved for punishment.

Starlight picks Morgan up and throws her into the ring, sliding in and going for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Starlight gets to her feet, watching as Morgan Payne starts to bring herself back up to her own. She runs off the ropes, delivering an insane Starlight Boost as soon as Morgan has both feet planted. She hits the mat hard, going down again and Starlight goes for a counter.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Morgan’s shoulder surprisingly shoots up off of the mat. Starlight fumes and pulls Morgan up by the hair and starts to set up for the Legion Driver. Once she lifted the smaller girl up, however, Morgan drove her knee down into Starlight’s head until she was dropped and landed back behind her. As Starlight turned around, Morgan cocked back her hand for a knife edged chop and started to swing for it. Starlight ducked low but Morgan stopped her arm going forward as Starlight took the bait. Morgan grabbed her by the back of her hair and drove her knee up into her face, effectively completing her F.Y.F signature. As Starlight held her face, back to Morgan, the shorter little spitfire stepped in fast and scooped her up across her shoulders, belly up.. The crowd began to buzz as Morgan turned and took a running start to the center of the ring. DAHNTAHN AFTER DA--NO!!!! Starlight manages to roll through it and land on her feet. Morgan looks caught off guard at first and Starlight shoots in low for her legs but Morgan drops down into a sprawl, scrambling on the mat with the bigger woman. They each jar for position until Morgan gets the head and arm control and throws a leg up over Starlight's body. PERUVIAN NECKTIE!!!

Nick Hanson: Hey whoa! Whoa, look at this!

Matt Salvatore: What the hell?! A submission from Morgan Payne?!

Morgan's got Starlight locked down tight as she torques into the hold and lets out a guttural scream to go with it. Starlight endures for a few seconds up to this point before she hastily taps Morgan's back with her free arm

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by submission! MORGAN...PAYNE!

Nick Hanson: My word!

Matt Salvatore: Holy shit, Nick! I've never seen anything like that from this kid!

Nick Hanson: I don't think anyone has, Matt! Morgan Payne picks up a big win in her hometown with style!

Matt Salvatore: AND authority!

As “Ten Million Voices” resumes, Morgan Payne sits there with a cold scowl on her face and releases Starlight. She gets up and climbs a turnbuckle, opening out her arms before dropping down and rolling out of the ring where she grabs her bat from the corner and ascends the ramp while the referee checks on Starlight and we cut away.

Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

As the vocals to Blackbriar’s “Fractured Fairytale” kick in, the lights go out except for a soft white light on the stage. As the music picks up, Ebony bursts through the curtain, scanning the crowd before letting out a primal scream. She then heads toward the ring, high-fiving the fans as she goes. As she makes her way up the ring steps, she pauses, gripping the ringpost and leaning back, looking out toward the crowd before she walks along the ring apron. After vaulting over the top rope, she climbs the turnbuckle, saluting the crowd one more time before hopping down to wait for the match to begin.

Roger Arden: Introducing first! From Manhattan Beach, California! Weighing in at 125lbs! EBONY...ARCERI!! And, her opponent….

The arena lights dim and fog fills the entrance area and a spotlight lands on the entrance. The hauntingly eerie intro to “Richard Ramirez” by SKYND fills the arena.


Eric Lee steps out from the back along with Charlie Grace. He glares out at the crowd as they boo him loudly as they walk to the ring.


He looks around as if listening to someone or something instructing him. He slides into the ring and crawls to the center. Charlie quickly climbs the steps and enters the ring. She respectfully stands to the side, letting the full attention of the crowd and cameras be on her client.

Roger Arden: From Los Angeles, California! Being accompanied to the ring by Charlie Grace. He weighs in at 180lbs. The UltraViolent God...ERIC...LEE!!!!!!!!!


He gets on his knees and looks straight ahead with eerie calm. He then crawls over to his corner and sits there leaning back against the turnbuckles. Charlie then exits the ring and takes up her place on the outside, in Eric’s corner.

Right as the bell rang to start the match, Charlie Grace called Eric Lee over and called him in for a huddle. Ebony sarcastically rolled her eyes and looked at her non-existent watch for a pop from the crowd as Charlie gave Eric a stern look before he nodded and turned to face Ebony with a twisted grin on his face. Ebony went for the lock up in the middle and Eric motioned as if reciprocating, but the crowd BOOed and Charlie smiled and applauded as Eric faked to the left, digging in with a shoulder claw. Eric quickly dropped Ebony Arceri to the mat with Tai Pub Nok and Tai Pub Nai before easily getting in a figure four leg lock to further work the knees, yet Arceri was easily able to force a rope break.

Matt Salvatore: Nice ring awareness by Ebony there. She’s taking on somewhat of a legend. Nick, you actually know this guy from before NFW. Tell us some about him.

Nick Hanson: Eric Lee, Matt is...Eric Lee. I hate to use repeated adages but I’ll say often imitated, never duplicated. There’s tons of deathmatch stars in the business. There’s tons of men and women who “enjoy” the violence they endure in those matches. Eric, I think, actually does enjoy it. You can see an almost sort of glee in his eyes when he’s got blood pouring down his face and his opponent is left looking like a piece of minced meat. Matt, you’re big into famous criminals of history, yeah?

Matt Salvatore: It’s why I’ve been single for over a decade. Scares the shit out of people.

Nick Hanson: You’re familiar with serial killer, Richard Ramirez?

Matt Salvatore: One of my favorites but not for reasons some might think

Nick Hanson: Well Matt, they call Eric Lee the Richad Ramirez of professional wrestling and god willing, Ebony Arceri doesn’t find out why.

Arceri gets to the top turnbuckle, getting ready for one of her many high-flying moves, before the frame pauses again. Much like last time, it stays on this frame for a little bit before the feed catches up to reveal a darkened arena. The feed cuts out and once again, the Emergency Alert System appears. Three shrill tones burst as the screen reads:




...again. One attention tone sounds for a longer time before the electronic voice sounds off again.

"The following message is an announcement of the impending arrival of StuFish.pif. Turn off all electronic devices. Lock all doors and windows. Cover all eyes and ears. Take cover immediately."

There's some shuffling of the mic.

Voice 1: "--UT OF MY OFFICE!"[/color]

Then there's some struggle behind the mic, before a fairly heavy thud followed by screams of agony are heard.

Voice 1: "AAAAAAH!"

Voice 2: "THIS AIN'T YOUR SHOW! YOU DON'T RUN THIS SHIT!"

Voice 1: "PISS OFF! THIS AIN'T YOUR SHOW EITHER, BOY! AAAAH!"

The visual feed finally cuts back to where these two voices are: it's StuFish.pif, who has his Blue Screen locked in on Luthor Callaway in Callaway's office.

StuFish.pif: "I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR GAME IS BUT DON'T DO ANYTHING STUPID, HUH?! YOU SHOULD FOLLOW YOUR OWN DAMN ADVICE, BOOMER!"

Stu releases the Blue Screen as he takes the camera.

StuFish.pif: "And that's effectively what'll happen next week to whoever Boomer over there puts me against."

Stu gives a wink to the camera before the Emergency Alert System screen appears again, giving three short, shrill tones before disappearing. Arceri and Eric Lee look up at the video screen, angry.

Nick Hanson: "Now that was just not right."

Matt Salvatore: "I liked it. If there's any better way to get a message across that you won't be messed with, take it to the boss. Remember how Luthor talked him down on Twitter last week?"

Nick Hanson: "So, Stu couldn't have targeted any of the wrestlers, so he had to target our GM? Who's really done nothing to him? I don't get it."

Arceri lands her knee-strike combo to Eric's midsection, in a fit of rage that her match was interrupted. Both of them standing, Ebony slightly more gingerly, the two actually lock up and Eric Lee seemingly got the upper hand with a conversion to a go-behind and a german suplex, yet Ebony landed on her feet behind him and hit the ropes at lightning speed, Eric turning around just in time to catch all of Ebony's springboard DDT for the cover!

Nick Hanson: SPRINGBOARD DDT!!!!

Matt Salvatore: DRILLED HIM!!! COVER!!!

ONE

T..

Charlie achieved a loud round of heckling as she broke up the count by grabbing Eric's legs and dragging him to the outside. The referee started the count as Charlie chided her client at ringside, meanwhile Ebony Arceri had taken a run up, launched and the fans ate it up as she nailed both Eric AND Charlie with her patented tope suicida, sending them all sprawling into the barricade wall and the referee restarting the count!

Nick Hanson: ARCERI COMES IN HOT TO THE OUTSIDE!!!!

Matt Salvatore: And she took out the manager!

Nick Hanson: This young lady is Fired! Up!!

Eric regained his senses and his footing first, and quickly went to check on his manager. He got her up to her feet, and in the same motion, Charlie slipped something into his pocket right as Ebony Arceri achieved another pop by bouncing off the apron and drilling Eric in the back of the head with a missile dropkick, once more sending him crashing into Charlie Grace! Arceri was easily able to drag the groggy hardcore legend to a vertical base and slide him back inside. Ebony gave the fans the signal and she leapt to the top rope! Ebony pivoted and delivered a beautiful moonsault. Not only did Ebony accidentally kick the ref in the face and knock him down, she landed right onto Eric's upturned knees, the impact sending her bouncing off clutching at her stomach.

Matt Salvatore: Oh! She went for broke but Lee had it scouted!

Nick Hanson: Ebony could be in dangerous waters.

Eric looked around as he got onto his knees, and just his evil grin was enough to earn him a loud chorus of BOOOing, which wasn't helped by Charlie screaming back at them. Eric hooked Ebony up in his dragon sleeper as he reached into the pocket of his ring gear, another BOO resounding as Ebony, who was struggling to get out of the hold suddenly cried out as Eric sneakily dug into her forehead with the sharpened screwdriver he retrieved. Eric's evil grin grew wider as he grossed the crowd out, licking up the instant trickle of blood he produced!

Nick Hanson: Ohhh!!! That is disgusting, but THAT Matt, is Eric Lee!

Matt Salvatore: I kinda like it, Nick. Not picking sides against Ebony Arceri but I can appreciate the brutality!

Another BOO resounded as Eric jabbed Ebony with the screwdriver once more before dragging her to her feet, along with nudging the referee with his boot. The ref slowly began to get up as Eric delivered a painful series of knees, doubling Arceri over. Charlie pounded the apron as Eric set Ebony up for WHISPERS IN THE DARK, but Ebony was able to wriggle free, the crowd getting super hot as she landed on her feet and booted Eric in the gut and hooked his arms! TRAGEDY EVER AF..no! Eric twisted free!

~DING DING DING~

The referee angrily called for the bell and crowd let out a prolonged and disgusted BOOOO as Eric reared back and delivered a knock out punch to Arceri with the screwdriver in his fist, naturally sending her sprawling out of the ring and a sizable gash appearing almost immediately. Ebony had won the match, but now Charlie was holding Ebony down as Eric jumped out of the ring and began delivering right hand after right hand, spreading the head wound further.

Nick Hanson: Somebody get Eric Lee out of here, this match is over god da---WAIT A MINUTE!!

Matt Salvatore: Ohhh here we go!

The crowd absolutely erupted into a relieved cheer as Ian Dickenson appeared on the stage and sprinted down the ramp, taking long strides to close the distance between him and the ring as fast as he could. Charlie Grace saw him coming first and tried to warn Eric Lee before Ian reached the scene and hit a shoulder tackle on the UltraViolent God, essentially throwing him over the announce table. Nick and Matt jumped to their feet, out of the way as Ian quickly checks on Ebony. Charlie Grace backs off, yelling for Eric to get up, which he starts to do as Ian comes over and grabs him, starting to lay shots to the head. Eric starts fighting back, however and it’s a brawl as the fans go wild and security has to run in and break them up.

Nick Hanson: I don’t think these men are done, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: I think they’re both gonna want more, Nick!”

Nick Hanson: We gotta take a commercial break folks! We’ll be right back! Get these guys out of here!

The shot ends, fading out on two teams of security separating Eric and Ian as Ian yells out at Eric, “I’m gonna kill you, you son of a bitch!” A medical team is seen tending to Ebony Arceri upon fade out as Eric Lee just smiles wickedly at them both.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Crowd: ONE FALL!

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Dayton, Ohio, he weighs in at two hundred twenty pounds… He is “The King of Controversy” Timothy Hunt!


As the music hits, Timothy walks out with a crown on his head and a black and gold robe down his back. Timothy starts making his way down the ramp, the fans giving him a mixed reaction to his being in the NFW. Timothy stops in front of the ring and takes off the robe, revealing his black and gold wrestling attire. Timothy then makes his way up the ring stairs and gets in the ring. He stands in the center of the ring and takes in all of the cheers and jeers that the crowd was giving him.

Roger Arden: And his opponent, from Santa Monica, California, she weighs in at one hundred thirteen pounds… She is “The Sweetheart Esper” Danni Anderson!


The lights dim until they’re off and the kick-start introduction of “Overtime” by Cash Cash begins to resonate from the PA system. Pink lights begin to flash to the beat of the music

“GET DOWN!”

Suddenly, a spotlight shines on the entrance. Through the curtains, Danni Anderson cartwheels and lands in a cool crouching tiger-esque pose on the entrance. The fans cheer for the Pink Sugarplum Fairy and even move to her music.

“GET UP AGAIN!"

Danni hops up, bounces from foot to foot, and claps along with the beat of the music. This builds the energy of the fans and she smiles brightly.

“Come on, come on, move!

She dances along the ramp, tags a few fans, spins around, and hops up and down.

“Get down! Get up again!

Right on cue, Danni flips into a low dance-like pose and the fans cheer her on. She then hops onto the ring apron, turns with her back towards the ropes, places her hands along the top rope, and she backflips into the ring with style. There’s an extra burst of cheers and applause from the fans as she claps her hands for everyone in attendance and bounces with excitement.

“Get up again! Work it, do it overtime!"

She does a cute little dance in the ring, spins around, and she blows kisses for the fans. She throws peace signs with both hands before she hops back to her corner and embraces the fans’ approval. The lights come back on and the music fades.

Before they begin to wrestle, Timothy Hunt and Danni Anderson happily shake hands. Their good sportsmanship is approved by the fans who watch as Danni actually locks up with Timothy in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Initially, Timothy just smiles as he firmly plants his feet on the mat, watching Danni try with all her might to make him budge. She’s honestly doing her best to show her strength, attempting to push Timothy back. Alas, her feet simply slide back on the mat. Timothy chuckles before he brings Danni onto the mat with an armbar takedown. As he tries to go for a bodyscissors, Danni slips away, hops to her feet, and looks to drop on Timothy’s chest with a double footstomp. Fortunately for the King of Controversy, he rolls out of the way and gets to his feet. Danni comes in with a running shotei to his chest, and this time, she’s able to push him back with the force. Timothy stops himself from stumbling too much and smirks. When the Sweetheart Esper tries to run after him again, he catches her with a spinebuster and goes for the cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Nick Hanson: Wow! What a spinebuster counter by Hunt!

Matt Salvatore: Indeed, Nick. The ring shook from the impact! Little Danni needs to think of a better strategy to recuperate.

Hunt looks down at Anderson and, to the surprise of the fans, he extends his right hand out to her. She’s shaking off the cobwebs but is definitely surprised by Hunt’s willingness to help her up. She accepts it with a smile, allowing him to pull her up to her feet. The fans applause this, watching as the competitors circle around in the ring. Anderson comes in fast, ducking underneath a quick clothesline attempt from Hunt, and she connects with rabbit punches to his body. He does manage to block a few, but he doesn’t anticipate the European uppercut right under his chin that knocks him back. Anderson moves swiftly and plants him in the chest with a shotgun dropkick, sending him onto the mat with a thud. She covers Hunt and hooks the leg.

ONE!

TW--!

KICKOUT!

Danni gets to her feet in a hurry and this time, it’s her turn to extend a hand towards Timothy. The King of the Collective looks at her hand and accepts it, rising to his feet with her help. Suddenly, Danni leaps up onto his shoulders and tries to take him down with a hurricanrana, but Timothy plants himself and halts her momentum. He reverses the maneuver into his signature Powerbomb and pins the Pink Sugarplum Fairy’s shoulders down!

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Nick Hanson: Talk about a close pinfall. I thought the strength behind Timothy’s Powerbomb was going to finish Danni off!

Matt Salvatore: No way, Nick. She may be young and going into her second year of professional wrestling, but Miss Anderson’s a tough lady.

Amused, Hunt decides to stalk Anderson this time around as she slowly recovers. He helps her to her feet, only to try and seize her with his signature Neckbreaker, but she pushes him away! She rebounds against the ropes, ducks under a forearm smash counter by Hunt, and comes back around with her “Big-Bada-BOOM!” (Spinning Knee Strike)! Somehow, Hunt is still standing, staggering in an unbalanced manner. Anderson takes advantage of the situation and combos one signature with another, dropping Hunt onto the mat with “Stars-a-Dancing” (Sitout Facebuster)! The Semper Fairy goes for the cover and hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Matt Salvatore: Now THAT was a close one! Big-Bada-BOOM followed by Stars-a-Dancing? I’m surprised Timothy kicked out.

Nick Hanson: Tim’s still got fight in him, Matt! These fans don’t want this match to end.

They most certainly don’t, starting a “Fight forever!” chant that begins to resonate within the arena. Danni’s a little awestruck of Timothy’s tenacity, getting to her feet and looking to drag him up to his. She chains together a few rabbit punches with a shotei and sends him against one of the corners of the ring. Danni backpedals and then she charges for Timothy, looking for a roaring elbow, but he moves out of the way. She manages to stop herself right before she elbows the turnbuckle, however, the King of Controversy catches her with his signature--

Nick Hanson: Belly-to-Back Side Slam!

Matt Salvatore: Out of nowhere! I think Miss Anderson’s in real trouble now.

Danni lands with a resounding THUD as the fans look on in shock and awe. Some of them are still cheering for Timothy; all the same, others are booing him. Timothy smirks at their reactions before he approaches the prone redhead. He grabs ahold of her and maneuvers her into a precarious position simply known as--

Nick Hanson: Controversy’s Rule!

Matt Salvatore: Hunt’s trying to lock it in, but Anderson is rather squirrely! She’s fighting to break free.

Danni is wiggling about, trying to prevent Timothy from locking in his submission finisher. Timothy is trying to get her into the right position to force her down. The two wrestle for control, but somehow the Sweetheart Esper breaks away and scrambles to her feet. The King of the Collective tries to rise, but he’s decked out by Danni’s “SPARKLY!” (Asai DDT)! The fans burst with cheers as Once Timothy hits the center of the ring, Anderson staggers back before she ascends one of the corners of the ring. She takes the risk and flies off!

Matt Salvatore: Altitude Drop Heaven’s Dream!

Nick Hanson: A.D.H.D.!

Rolling over after the perfect landing, Anderson covers Hunt and hooks the leg.

ONE!

TWO!


Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, by way of pinfall… “The Sweetheart Esper” DANNI ANDERSON!

Nick Hanson: Fantastic! What a great performance by Danni AND Tim!

Matt Salvatore: I agree, Nick! Even though he lost, I think Mr. Hunt should be proud of himself.

The fans cheer loudly for Danni Anderson as “Overtime” by Cash Cash hits the PA system. She’s helped to her feet by the referee who smiles at her and raises her arm into the air. She beams a little, but she glances over at Timothy Hunt and lightly pulls away from the referee. The audience looks on as she extends her hand out to him once he starts regaining his senses. Seeing her hand, Timothy can’t help but smile as he accepts it. Danni smiles and gives him a hug, drawing an even more positive reaction from the fans.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event and is a six person tag team match up! Introducing first….

Telling me no all my life
Trying to put out the fire
You don't know gold when it shines
I'm coming in like a flood
Something that you can't outrun
Won't be the same when I'm done

Diamante’s “Sound of Us” rocks the arena out of nowhere as the lights dim down over the crowd while casting the stage in a royal violet hue. The crowd shows their displeasure in the form of a wave of boos as the “BEHOLD THE KINGDOM” banner fills the video wall. In the following order - Jasmine, Sativa, Lluvia, Timothy, Bloody Fairytale, Morgan - brief highlight reels dedicated to the individual members are shown. Each competitor hitting their signatures and finishers, followed by a taunt.

Hey, come and raise your flag
We made it baby here we go

The entryway fills with smoke and three figures emerge from within; The Cherokee Princess, Lluvia Cane, steps out, flanked on either side just a couple steps behind by Bloody Fairytale. Once they all make it out onto the stage, however, Firestarter, Christina Olson and The Dark Faerie, Lilith Meadows, join Lluvia right at her side. Bloody Fairytale looks out over the crowd with hateful scowls on their faces while Lluvia throws up her hands and does a sexy twirl, rolling her hips, taunting the men in the crowd that wish they could have her as well as the women that wish they could be her. When she finishes, she throws out her hands and rips the outer layer of her “Fearless” top off, revealing a Kingdom top underneath and the three start their way down the ramp.

Roger Arden: At a combined weight of 363lbs! Representing The Kingdom! Bloody Fairytale - “Firestarter” CHRISTINA...OLSON and “The Dark Faerie” LILITH...MEADOWS - and The Cherokee Princess, LLUVIA...CANE!!!

This is the sound of us
Guitars and dying drums
This is the sound, the sound of us
This is the sound of us
Made out of sweat and blood
This is the sound, the sound of us

The three Kingdom members reach the ring, all performing their usual ring entrances, with Bloody Fairytale climbing the turnbuckles and removing their hooded cloaks while Lluvia Cane climbs up onto the apron in the center and taunts the crowd with her body.

Matt Salvatore: And she’s had two kids….

Nick Hanson: And?

Matt Salvatore: Goddamn.

Nick Hanson: Really, Matt?

Matt Salvatore: Hey just because I wore a freaky mask and did deathmatches don’t mean I’m not human.

Bloody Fairytale climb down to the mat while Lluvia Cane steps in over the middle rope, making sure to do so nice and sensual before the three pose in the center of the ring together and move to their corners to talk strategy.

Roger Arden: And their opponents….

The image of three plague doctors appears on the tron, two with black masks and one with a gold mask as the words The Purge in electric red appear. The doctor with the gold mask removes it revealing its leader, Eavan Maloney, as she looks into the camera.

“Hell is empty… and the Shieldmaidens are here”

The sound of motorcycles reverberates throughout the arena as Skillet’s ‘Feel Invincible’ plays. Eavan “Krigare” Maloney, Zombie, Hairicin, along with their managers Lexa and Banshee, walk out to the ring, acknowledging the fans.

Roger Arden: At a combined weight of 405lbs! Representing The Shieldmaidens MC! Being accompanied to the ring by Banshee and Lexa! They are...Eavan “Krigare” Maloney...Wendy “Zombie” Pellegrini...and Katrina “Hairicin” Knox. THE PUUUUURGE!!!!

When they get ringside, they take off their Shieldmaiden kuttes and hand them to Lexa and Banshee, Hairicin pulls on the ropes as Zombie rolls her wrists and Krigare stretches her legs, rocking side to side, waiting for the bell to ring.

~DING DING DING~

Zombie starts the match for her team and as the members of The Kingdom see this, the look on Lilith’s face immediately changes as she pushes through both Christina and Lluvia stepping up for her team to start things off. The bell sounds and Zombie just stands there, arms outstretched, telling Lilith to do her worst. Lilith looks at Zombie and just tilts her head, definitely a little confused right now at the display. Lilith though, quickly focuses back up, staring Zombie in the eyes and comes charging in, delivering a forearm to the side of the head, that Zombie doesn’t even try to avoid or block. Lilith once again delivers a forearm, but Zombie once again just eats it. Lilith backs up and looks at the woman.

Lilith: Troid liom, Wendy!

Matt Salvatore: Zombie said she was going to let the Faerie get all her anger out and not fight back.

Nick Hanson: But I don’t think that’s what Lilith wants right now.

Lilith growls as she runs back in and takes Zombie down to the mat with a jumping neckbreaker before getting into the mount and grabbing a handful of hair and just slamming Zombie’s head into the mat as the ref starts his five count for Lilith to break it up. Lilith does, but as soon as she does, she picks Zombie up and just tosses her into her corner and points towards the red head of The Purge.

Lilith: Tar ar, laoch!

Matt Salvatore: Lilith calling out the former Silver Mountain Champion now.

Nick Hanson: This is a side of The Dark Faerie I’ve never seen before.

Eavan reaches out, slapping Zombie hard on the back as Zombie looks at her partner and just motions for Eavan to step in before stepping out. Before Eavan can even get both feet through the ropes, Lilith comes running in, grabbing the leg of Eavan and just twisting it in the ropes with a dragon screw. She then delivers a forearm to both Zombie and Haricin that drop them to the floor. She then grabs Eavan by the leg and once again delivers a dragon screw before dragging the former champion into the ring finally. Lilith grabs Eavan, putting her in a waist lock before she just uses her new power and lifts Eavan overhead with a German suplex. Lilith then turns Eavan onto her stomach, hitting the ropes and as she does, Christina reaches out and tags herself in. Lilith leaves her feet and delivers a senton splash to the back of Eavan before Christina leaps from the top rope and delivers a flying senton of her own to Eavan.

Christina then picks Eavan up, sending her into The Kingdom corner and comes charging in, delivering a leaping forearm smash to the side of the head before delivering a few body shots and tagging Lluvia into the match. Christina sweeps the legs out from under Eavan before backing up and charging in, delivering a cannonball senton in the corner before Lluvia just begins to stomp away at Eavan. Lilith then tags herself into the match and does the same. Then she tags Christina in and the redhead also does the same.

Matt Salvatore: The Kingdom working like a well oiled machine right now.

Nick Hanson: This is what happens when you can trust your partners, unlike Eavan right now.

Christina walks over to both Zombie and Haricin and just flips them off with double birds before spitting right at them as the crowd just starts to boo her. Christina looks out at the crowd and just flips them off too as she laughs before turning her attention back to Eavan. Christina grabs Eavan, picking her up from the corner as she takes Eavan and delivers a snap DDT. Christina then climbs to the top rope and launches, delivering a frog splash to Eavan before hooking the outside leg for a cover.

1…

2…

Haricin comes in and breaks up the pin, but immediately gets out of the ring.

Zombie though, just stood there on the apron, not making a single move as she simply watched on on the outside.

Matt Salvatore:
Maybe Eavan can trust one of them.

Nick Hanson:
Well, if anyone knows the history of The Kingdom, Zombie used to be one of them. She was an original member along with Lilith.

Christina though, grabs Eavan with a waist lock and looks to take her overhead with a German Suplex, but Eavan lands on her feet and stumbles back towards her corner where Haricin tags herself into the match. Haricin comes in and her and Christina just stare at each other. The two women refuse to look away as they circle around the ring. Christina motions for Haricin to bring it, but as soon as Haricin makes a move, Christina gets to her corner and tags in Lluvia. The crowd boos Christina who just dismisses them as Lluvia steps into the ring and Christina steps out.

The two women look at each other before locking up and jockeying for the advantage. Haricin finally gets the advantage on Lluvia as she grabs the Cherokee Princess in a headlock and takes her over onto the mat. She wrenches on Lluvia’s head and neck as looks right at Lilith and Christina. She then transitions into the mount where she begins to lay forearms into Lluvia, breaking through the block attempt by Lluvia and a few of the shots landing. Eventually Haricin gets up off of Lluvia, but doesn’t give Lluvia a chance to react before she’s lifted back up off the ground and taken right back down with an exploder suplex from Haricin. Haricin then tags Zombie in with a slap to the chest.

Zombie comes in, picking Lluvia up, not looking at either side as she takes The Cherokee Princess and just takes her down with belly to belly and then locks in a Muta Lock. She has Lluvia in the center of the ring as she locks in the submission. It doesn’t take long for Christina though to come leaping from the top rope with a double stomp to Zombie’s exposed and open midsection breaking up the hold.

Matt Salvatore:
Something really seems off about Zombie tonight, like she doesn’t really want to fight The Kingdom.

Nick Hanson:
Maybe she still has feelings for The Kingdom members. I don’t know what’s going on.

Christina grabs Lluvia and drags her over to her corner and Lilith tags herself back in. Lilith though, gets in and looks at Zombie, the confusion on her face can be read like a book. She helps Zombie up to her feet and once again just throws her into The Purge’s corner and Eavan tags back in. Eavan comes back into the ring, looking at Lilith and comes charging in. Eavan takes Lilith down with a double leg takedown and she now gets into the mount and starts to rain down forearms, breaking through the guard of Lilith.

The crowd starts to cheer for Eavan who stands up, picking Lilith up off the mat and delivers an inverted DDT before following it up with a leg drop. She then once again picks Lilith up and puts her into a full nelson and yells for Zombie to get into the ring. Zombie hesitates for a moment, but gets into the ring.

Eavan:
Hit the Faerie bitch, Zombie! Show me I can trust you!

Matt Salvatore:
Eavan wanting to truly see where Zombie’s loyalties lie right now.

Nick Hanson:
Can you really blame her though?

Zombie stands there, looking at Lilith and Eavan, Lilith trying to break free from Eavan. Zombie pauses, hesitant to make a move. She finally does and looks to deliver a spear, but the hesitation was enough to allow Lilith to finally break free and Zombie runs right into Eavan, nearly driving her down hard to the mat. Lilith then tags in Christina and Christina delivers a missile dropkick to Zombie that sends her out to the floor before Lluvia comes in and delivers a chick kick to Haricin dropping her to the mat. Christina then tags Lilith back into the match and they deliver Fairytale Ending and Lilith hooks the leg.

1…

2…

3!

Roger Arden:
Here are your winners, Lluvia Cane, and Bloody Fairytale, The Kingdom!

The three members of The Kingdom have their arms raised as they begin to celebrate. Zombie just stands on the ramp, looking up at the ring for a moment before she just starts to walk away, leaving Haricin to grab Eavan and help bring her to her feet and towards the back.

Nick Hanson:
I’m not sure if Zombie hitting Eavan was intentional or not at this point. That was two weeks in a row she hesitated to hit a member of The Kingdom.

Matt Salvatore:
It’s really hard to tell at this point. I just know that if The Purge want to be successful, they need to get back on the same page and find that trust again with each other.