NFW Collision #67 - Seattle, WA! 03/10/2020!

The shot opens up on the inside of Seattle, Washington’s T-Mobile Park. The audience raises their signs, sporting their t-shirts and face paint. As the pyro goes off, they come to life with the NFW chant.


Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! It feels like it’s been forever!

Matt Salvatore: Feels like it’s just been yesterday, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: For some maybe, but nonetheless we are back! Tuesday Collision returns tonight, right here in Seattle, Washington! We are at the T-Mobile Center, two weeks removed from a very successful special event, our annual INVASION show. This year was Japan and I have to say, I’ve never felt so welcome by a people as much as those crowds greeted us.

Matt Salvatore: There may be no crowd who’s more passionate about professional wrestling other than the Japanese wrestling fans. We tore the houses down in Hiroshima, Nagoya, Osaka, Tokyo, Kyoto. Ratings went through the roof. Major success and how about INVASION itself? We had some insane contests!

Nick Hanson: Titles were contested for. A clean sweep for our defending champions. No titles changed hands. We said farewell to Timothy Hunt who wrestled his last match in NFW on his retirement tour. What would wrestling in Japan be without a deathmatch? Still as great but nonetheless, we had one. Eavan Maloney and Morgan Payne brought the bloodshed in the Tokyo Dome. I understand they’re both doing fine after their injuries. That may have been the last we saw of Eavan Maloney, unfortunately. She will be missed. Any word on Morgan?

Matt Salvatore: Nick, you know what Morgan did? She took a couple days to rest then, from what I understand, The Kingdom took a vacation. They went to Ireland.

Nick Hanson: You don’t say? Interesting. Well, so here we are folks. We’ve got an exciting card set up tonight. Bloody Fairytale were unsuccessful in reclaiming the Tag Team Titles yet they still claim superiority in the tag division. They’re gonna prove it tonight, they say, in the main event. They’ve laid out an open challenge. They’ll be taking on...SACTAP, Matt?

Matt Salvatore: It’s just Lash Donohue and Keiji Sugiwara in fucking Power Ranger costumes, Nick. All it is. SACTAP’s an acronym for something.

Nick Hanson: You sure? I mean, knowing Lash…

Matt Salvatore: Good point.

Nick Hanson: We’ll also be seeing Cass Baumer in her NFW debut as she takes on Ebony Arceri. Ebony isn’t too happy about Cass’ interference in the World Heavyweight Title match at Invasion which cost Ian Dickenson the win.

Matt Salvatore: I’ve heard Cass Baumer can be a little ballsy if not stupid at times. We’ll see how this plays out.

Nick Hanson: We’ve got all that and more. We’ll also be hearing from Zombie and Hairicin of The Purge AND we’ll be hearing from World Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh. Folks THIS - IS - ….Collision!
As the broadcast shifts to the backstage area, we see none other than the woman who interfered in the NFW World Heavyweight Championship match at NFW Invasion with a yellow chainsaw in her hand! The newly signed Cass Baumer dons a pair of safety goggles and her lightweight purple leather jacket with an open zippered closure and dark purple highlights. An orchestral, instrumental tango version of “Out Of Touch” by Hall & Oates plays digitally in the background while she cranks her tool of choice, whirling around with the dangerous mechanical cutting weapon like it’s a poorly choreographed dance. Complete with a rhythmic four-step, of course! A spin reveals the ‘Run Cass’ design at the back of her jacket in collaboration with the limited-time charity event for National Safe Haven Alliance as organized by Fallon Lockhart. The former reporter laughs with a nasal tone, a piece of wood situated between two stands in front of her now. The camera catches sight of what’s on top of the piece of wood she prepared — a small screen-captured printout of the tweet Ian Dickenson made in the leadup of this match.

While a word of it is censored for live television purposes, Ian’s tweet reads “People have been asking what my thoughts are about the upcoming match between Ebony Arceri and Cass Baumer. No doubt in my mind that Baumer would rather tango with a chainsaw... But regardless of what happens, the ███ still has to deal with me.”

The unwieldy instrument of destruction carves through the tweet and cuts the piece of wood into two with a loud, obnoxious grind! Shards of wood, scraps of paper, and splinters fly everywhere! Thankfully, the safety goggles protected Cass’ eyes.

After that theatrical display, The Headliner turns off the loud chainsaw with a little bit of struggle and looks into the camera, casually rising the safety goggles with a hand confidently on her hip.

Cass Baumer: Do you smell that?

In an Americanized Kiwi accent, Cass echos the same phrase Ian Dickenson uttered at NFW Invasion, a whiff of chainsaw exhaust and freshly cut lumber to punctuate the words.

Cass Baumer: It smells like progress has reached the New Frontier!

With that, The Headliner reaches into her pocket to pull out a small bag of Jelly Belly BeanBoozled 4th edition! With hesitation, she pops the bean into her mouth with the intention to prove her bravery to Ebony. It’s meant to reference a conversation the two had on social media earlier in the week but to Cass’ dismay, luck is not on her side! This jellybean tastes like “Canned Dog Food” instead of “Chocolate Pudding”! She gags on it, hunches over the pile of wood, and the segment closes before things get too disgusting.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

The sight of a pixelated bomb fills the video wall, as a high pitched buzz fades in and out four times. There's a fifth fade, which is accompanied with 8-bit ticks, simulating a hi-hat before the chiptune kicks in proper.

Roger Arden: "...from NFW's Hard Drive, weighing in at 215 pounds... the Cyber Pariah, STUFISH... P! I! F!"

The crowd boos, finally remembering who's entrance this is. Out comes the hacker, spreading his arms out to greet the negative crowd. He walks down to the ring in time to "TOM/JONES" before stopping at ringside. As a shot to his former nemesis, he slides into the ring on his side before jumping up and giving the crowd a thumbs up before reaching a neutral corner.


Massface's "Black Water" Aiden comes flying out from the back high fiving fans, he runs to the ring and starts walking up the steps before stopping and raising a fist in the air. He moves to the apron and climbs to the top rope raising his fist in the air again turning it to the metal horns before grabbing the top rope and cartwheeling into the ring

Roger Arden: His opponent! From Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia. Weighing in at 220lbs! The Australian Wolf...AIDEN...REYNOLDS!!!!

Even before the bell had run, Stu and Aiden were trading barbs with the former clearly getting the upper hand as the latter grew visibly more irritated with each passing insult.

~DING DING DING~

Upon the bell's chime, Aiden had been worked up to a point that he ends up running full steam ahead into Stu, playing right into his opponent's hands! Stu dodges and weaves through wild, angry strikes, peppering Aiden with slaps and body shots until suddenly Aiden catches him with a hard back elbow to the face, followed by a hip toss Neckbreaker leads to a count of two! From there, Aiden dominates his slightly smaller opponent, putting Stu through his paces but as the match carries on, Stu starts to imitate his opponent, aping his movements and mannerisms until suddenly, Aiden found himself being countered, blocked, and matched at every turn. Aiden fires off a SHOTGUN DROPKICK but Stu fires off one of his own, the two hitting each other's feet and falling to the mat! This has the effect of angering Aiden further as he takes this imitation as open mockery, coming at Stu with renewed ferocity! Yet Stu played and toyed with him further, anticipating his every strike, grapple attempt, and so on until Aiden improvised a double leg lift spinebuster that wasn't in his move set!

With Stu momentarily laid out, Aiden goes to the top rope and hits a Somersault Senton splash off the top rope and hooks the leg for a pin, netting only a two count. an STO BACKBREAKER followed by a running ELBOW DROP AND KIP-UP almost net him the win but realizes he's too close to the ropes when Stu manages to get a foot on them to initiate a rope break!

Stu rolls out of the ring to regroup and Aiden decides to pile on the pressure, hitting a suicide dive but STU SID STEPS!!! Aiden goes sternum first into the guard rail, landing in a heap and clutching his chest as every ounce of wind was just knocked from it! Stu brutally assaults his momentarily breathless opponent with stomps, kicks, and boots, piling on the pressure by even hitting an STO BACKBREAKER of his own! Stu promptly rolls Aiden back in and makes a quick pin! Aiden narrowly kicks out. The two get back to their feet and once again it's a struggle as Aiden tries to fight against his copycat opponent.

During their struggle the referee gets too close and finds himself promptly clocked by a wild swing from Aiden. While the ref is momentarily down, Stu drops and hits a low blow, doubling Aiden over, followed by a snap DDT! He then gathers the Referee up and rolls Aiden up with a handful of tights. With the ref only half aware, Stu even puts his feet on the ropes for further leverage, garnering a 1-2-3 and a cheating pinfall!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner...STU FISH...DOT...PEE...EYE...EFF!

Nick Hanson: Referee was down and out! He didn’t see the low blow or the feet on the ropes, all thanks to Fish!

Matt Salvatore: Thanks to Fish? Reynolds is the one who clocked him!

Nick Hanson: Again...because of Fish!

The image of two plague doctors appears on the tron with black masks, the words The Purge in electric red appear. Lexa appears in the center of the two doctors holding a candle in her hands.

“Hell is empty… and the Shieldmaidens are here"

Lexa blows out the candle as the sound of motorcycles reverberates throughout the arena as Skillet’s ‘Feel Invincible’ plays. Zombie, Hairicin, along with their managers Lexa and Banshee, walk out to the ring to a mixed reaction, before the crowd rains down Krigare chants. Zombie and Hairicin pound fists with the fans before sliding under the bottom rope into the ring, as the managers step through the ropes. Lexa gets two microphones and hands them to Zombie and Hairicin and they pace around the ring, Lexa and Banshee standing in the center of the ring.

“Zombie” Pellegrini: ”Seattle, Washington, we had to come out here tonight after what went down two weeks ago in Tokyo. And no, we’re not talking about Covid-19, which our thoughts and prayers go out to those afflicted worldwide. I’m talking about NFW Invasion. I know there are a lot of questions and speculations about why we’re here tonight, so we thought we’d take the time to clear up a few things. Personally, I want to thank Mr. Payne, Lilith Meadows and Cass Baumer for not interfering in the Last Woman Standing match. Krigare and Morgan needed to get their animosity out against one another, and any screwy finish would have probably pissed both of them off even more. So, thank you for that."

“Hairicin” Knox: ”Now tha’ the Japanese tour is over, which sadly we were neva booked for, I think it’s due time tha’ we start getting back into the swing of things. An' first order of business is Bloody Fairytale. Ye lasses bae trowin’ out challenges. Ye didn't beat us last time, so we bae challengin’ th’ two of ya after ya get through Keiji an’ the’ Brain later tonight."

The crowd is still mixed as Wendy smirks, twirling her microphone.

“Zombie” Pellegrini: ”Wait, wait, I think I know what you’re all wanting, and that is an apology. And Dirty Harry here made a good point. The Kingdom didn’t beat us last time. I drilled Krigare in the back of the head with a chair and let Lilith pin her."

The crowd boos loudly and Wendy puts her hand up, trying to silence the crowd.

“Zombie” Pellegrini: ”Hang on, hang on, I know how it looked, but…"

The crood boos are deafening at this point, before Zombie and Hairicin confer with each other for a minute, then with Lexa and Banshee, before they both nod their heads in agreement. Zombie turns back to face the crowd.

“Zombie” Pellegrini: ”I think it’s best to hear it from the source herself. With that being said, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome a twelve-time champion, the newest full patch of the Shieldmaidens, and the woman who gave it her all at Invasion… Eavan… KRIGARE… Maloney!"

Nick Hanson: "WHAT?! Is she here?"

Matt Salvatore: “There’s the music and there’s Krigare herself!”

Disturbed's Warrior plays as Eavan walks out in a leather outfit, Shieldmaidens kutte and leather pants with an American Murder Log t-shirt. The crowd is deafening as Eavan smiles crookedly, trying not to cry. She walks slowly to the ring, still sore from her match and steps into the ring, getting hugs from everyone in the ring. Hairicin hands her her microphone. As the Krigare chants get even louder, Krigare soaks it in before getting up on the second turnbuckle gingerly, a visible knee brace showing on her right knee. She crawls back down and paces the ring slowly.

"Krigare" Maloney: ”Before we get into what happened in Tokyo and before that, I have a confession to make. Seeing the two of you coming out during my match against Morgan, I thought I was outnumbered."

Krigare looks Zombie and Hairicin up and down and steps back.

"Krigare" Maloney: ”Ever since Wrestle War, I’ve had this lady boner against The Kingdom. You don’t put another’s life in danger for your own benefit but I’ll come back to that in a second. Hell, even the two of you sided with them against me. You drilled a chair into my skull, Zombie. Thing is, I was pretty sure I told you to whack me across the back, make a show of it. Let the Kingdom trust you. Make them feel that I was truly alone. Well, you did succeed, so I’ll give you that. Now, though, it’s no secret the three of us are on the same page, which will not bode well for anyone who crosses us. Head’s fine by the way, Z. Before we get into the rest of our business, though, I want to address Morgan Payne first. Bring that camera in tight."

Krigare shakes her left arm a little as she scrunches up her face.

“Krigare” Maloney: ”Morgan Payne, I said this all along and nobody believed me, but I never hated you. I was there with you in the trenches, I was trying to bridge that gap between you and Tessa. When you were trying to better your life, I supported you. We were on opposite sides and yet you were still one of my better friends in this business. When you went off to New York, I understood why you did it, even if I didn’t know why specifically. Nobody wilfully goes through that unless they’ve got a hell of a trauma inside of them. Now Connor and Van Owen can throw their shade at me, but I never threw my training away, not once. I flipped the script and brought out the best, and the beast, in you, spoken by you yourself. Give it up for Morgan Payne for me, she more than deserves it."

The crowd starts a Morgan chant which Krigare riles up the crowd to do louder. She smirks again.

“Krigare” Maloney: ”I was talking to my friend Ana the day after the show, while I was laid up in the hospital bed. I’ll even paint the scene for you all. I had Addy in bed with me on one side being her loving warden, Katra on the other. It was a tight squeeze and the docs hated it, but whatever. And I told Ana, and well kinda said it aloud thanks to speech-to-text, but I feel stronger in loss than I would have if I won, and I’ll tell you why. I was already on a path of destruction, running on pure rage and couldn’t wait to get out of here. Had I won, I would have felt that my actions were justified, and tonight would have been the night where we would have told NFW management to shove their company up their ass, send somebody down to pin me for my title match, and we’d be on the flight home before the next commercial break. Instead, I lost, and it humbled me."

Krigare paces the ring, solemn, nodding her head and sighing.

“Krigare” Maloney: ”It made me second-guess why I was doing all of this. These two turning on me was a ruse to get them to curry favor with The Kingdom. I wanted the world to believe I was broken, that I was giving up because that’s all anyone ever saw me do. I didn’t want anyone behind me. I wanted all of you to believe I was going to the gallows and prepared for it. After they stretchered me out of there, I realized I am a damn bonehead. I went against my own Warrior code. And why? Rage does stupid things. I started to reflect on the friendships I had and lost because of my stupidity. The friendships I could have had back and destroyed them before they had a chance to blossom. I had chances at my fingertips until I turned that hand around and flipped them off. So, in front of the world, I send my apologies to anyone who wishes to listen and accept it. I’m always going to be a work in progress."

The fans start a “We forgive you” chant which makes Krigare choke up and nod, putting her hands together and bowing to everyone before continuing.

“Krigare” Maloney: ”You guys are truly fucking awesome. Now, the last piece of business, and that’s the infamous title match I got from beating our GM, Luthor Callaway. And when I woke up in the Japanese hospital, I was told that, to no surprise whatsoever, Jasmine Matthews and Sativa Nevaeh both retained their titles. Hey, I’ll give them props, and all names and shots aside, they’re legitimate. Well, one of the two anyways. Jasmine Matthews, everyone knows the stunt you pulled at Wrestle War, and all I’ve been asked for weeks was when would I be getting my revenge on you? You’ll get your receipt when you become relevant. I could use my golden ticket and kick your stupid pale ass all over any arena… but it’d be a waste. Why waste it on second place when I can take first?"

As the crowd pops, realizing what Krigare was hinting to, Krigare smiles and continues.

"Krigare" Maloney: ”Hello, Mary? First of all, glad to see you back. Second, after seeing a recent tweet of yours, I thought perhaps there were a few other numbers you should be focusing on. The first is 42. And no, Hitchhiker, it isn’t just the Answer to the Ultimate Question of Life, the Universe, and Everything, though maybe it is. See, it’s the number of days until you’ll have to put up that World Heavyweight Championship against… me. And the last set of numbers will be the three-count you’ll hear just before the words… NEW! WORLD! CHAMPION! I also know that that pay-per-view falls just after your birthday. Well, that night, after you’ve celebrated, I want you to cuddle that title tight, like a teddy bear. You see where I’m going with this? Then the next morning, when you get to the arena, you can kiss that title goodbye. Tell it you love it and everything. The world has waited too damn long for this match, I’VE waited too damn long for this match, and contrary to how I was going into Invasion against Morgan, you, dearie, won’t rattle my cage… but I’m damned sure gonna rattle yours. You’re looking at the FIRST soon-to-be crowned Triple Crown winner in NFW in recent history. And when The Purge become tag team champions soon enough, I’ll be the first-EVER person in NFW history to have held four different titles. I’m the one making history, and after I take your title, Sativa, you’ll BE history."

Krigare drops the microphone and motions to The Purge it’s time to go as Feel Invincible plays over the PA heading into commercial.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

The lights go down and "Dear Enemy" starts to play as purple and blue lights start to strobe. Smoke fills up the entrance before a white spot shines down where Heidi is suddenly standing with her back to the ring. She looks over her shoulder with a smirk before spinning around and walking down towards the ring. Heidi stares straight down the at the ring focused before running the last bit and sliding into the ring on her stomach. She lays for a second before jumping up to her feet and holding her arms up in the middle of the ring. Heidi then goes to the corner, crouching down and waiting for the start of the match.

Roger Arden: From Helena, Montana! Weighing in at 114lbs! HEIDIIIIIIIII!!!!

Tren steps out onto the stage, Lola in hand, as the music hits, stopping at the top of the ramp. Sparks fire up from both sides, showering the clown faced maniac. When the music breaks, he steps forward with loud maniacal laughter. He ignores the reaction of the audience or anyone reaching out to touch him as he walks down to the ring. Stopping to kneel at the steps and crossing himself before shooting the double bird straight up at the ceiling. Once in the ring, he makes his way to the corner, taking a few practice swings with Lola before crouching in the corner, staring down the ramp and waiting for his opponent.

Roger Arden: Her opponent! Weighing in at 244lbs, from Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico! TREN...TRAIN WRECK...DESCAAAAAARRILADOOOOOOOOO!!!!

~DING DING DING~

The referee called for the bell while Heidi and Tren circled, Tren's eyes narrowing as Heidi moved in for the lock up. Tren threw her arms down immediately and earned himself the disapproval of the fans as he sneakily raked Heidi's face before delivering a devastating chop to the throat, dropping Heidi to her knees as she was suddenly gasping for breath. Tren took the opportunity to land several stomps to Heidi's body and then a legdrop to the back of her head before rolling her into a pin, kick out at one and Heidi immediately stands, shaking the cobwebs and tasting the blood from a cut on her lip.

Tren let out a roar as he launched at Heidi with a hard lariat, yet she dove out of the way and nearly toppled the bigger man over with a spinning heel kick to the back of his head, wasting no time in landing a flying headscissors takedown and moving right on in for her HEXLOCK, yet Descarrilado was able to elbow his way out, forcing Heidi to break it up and clutch her jaw in pain. Tren grinned evilly as he stood, running at the kneeling Heidi with a big boot that would have taken her head off if she wasn't able to catch the leg and whip him off his feet with a modified Thesz press before mounting and issuing a windmill flurry of lefts and rights!

In a show of brute strength and agility, Tren caught her hands and held onto Heidi's wrists as he stood and she frantically tried to break free, yet he spun her around and sent her positively flying with an overhead release German suplex, Heidi bouncing on impact and rolling out of the ring. Tren turned to the crowd and made the death gesture, crossing an arm over his throat as the fans responded with BOOOOs. Tren appeared to be laughing to himself as he got out and cockily showed off his power by grabbing the groggy Heidi up and military pressing her clean over the top and back into the ring before sliding back in himself. Tren delivered a thrusting punt kick to Heidi's head for good measure before picking her back up. Tren launched Heidi into the corner with an irish whip and followed with a clothesline before landing punches while placing her on the top. Tren Descarrilado ascended to the top himself, getting Heidi in position for the DERAILED from the top rope! In mid air, Heidi suddenly went berserk with nails to Tren’s eyes out of desperation. As Tren cursed out, Heidi countered DERAILED into a FRANKENSTEINER off the top rope!

Tren crashed to the mat and immediately rolled out to the floor to get his bearings while Heidi did the same on the inside. She didn’t see Tren going under the ring for something, however, and as she got to her feet and stuck her head through the top and middle ropes to reach for the face painted man, WHACK! Tren Descarrilado nailed Heidi right in the head with his barbwire bat “Lola”!!!!

~DING DING DING~

Nick Hanson: Aw c’mon now!!!! What was that for?!

Matt Salvatore: Crazy motherfucker, Nick! Heidi might be in trouble!

As Heidi grabbed her head, blood already running down her face, Tren got back into the ring, coming to loom over her as he nudged her with his boot to keep her grounded and grinned menacingly down at her.

Tren: You wanna play dirty, motherfucker?! LET’S PLAY FUCKING DIRTY!!!

Tren Descarrilado planted a foot on Heidi’s chest and raised “Lola” up overhead, ready to bring it down when the Seattle crowd suddenly exploded into a pop as DONA ROTTEN came sprinting down the ramp like a bat out of hell. By the time Tren turned to notice the Scream Queen approaching, she was already in the ring and shot in for the legs, using her momentum to take the big man down and just started raining blows on him.

Nick Hanson: HOLD ON A SECOND!!! WHAT’S DONA ROTTEN DOING OUT HERE?! SHE’S MAKING THE SAVE?!

Matt Salvatore: SURE LOOKS LIKE IT!!

The referee scrambled to pull Dona off of Tren, allowing the man to roll out of the ring. When he looked up into the ring, though, a deranged smile was seen on his paint smeared face as he laughed, intrigued by the attack.

Tren: You want some too?! You want it?!

Cutting back to the ring, Dona Rotten was being held back by the referee as she beckoned the Juarez lunatic to bring his ass back into the ring. When the referee finally got her to calm down, Dona turned to Heidi, helping the ref briefly check on the woman as she sat up, holding her bloodied forehead. Meanwhile, Tren just backpedaled up the ramp, mouthing that he and Dona weren’t finished. This was gonna be fun.

The camera fades to somewhere in the backstage area and we find none other than the "Real Rock'n'Rolla", Jacob Striker, pacing back and forth in the backstage area in his new ring gear, idly swinging a barbed wire-wrapped baseball bat around with ease.

Jacob: For days now, all that I've heard out of Vanita and Darius was how I didn't know suffering and how they were going to force my "true self" to the world. Only problem is would be the aftermath because you see where some embrace who they are... I have every right to possibly reject it.

Striker stops his pacing and swings the bat idly for a couple of moment before he points it right at the camera, turning it ever so slightly.

Jacob: But I'll be damned if you two didn't keep poking at me to bring it out and you very well might get your wish, Darius and Vanita. But I want you both to fully understand that this isn't some kind of game to me because I really don't like the person that I become when I let that veil of mine drop. But tonight...tonight won't be some kind of game.

Jacob lowers the bat and then starts to pace again, stopping to slam the bat a couple of times against the right side of his chest in sheer frustration.

Jacob: I'm not going to loose the only good thing in my entire fucking life because you two primative screwheads want to find out what happens when I stop being nice and start being "real", you'll excsue the shit out of my goddamn French when I say that if you do cause that to happen, then you'll see exactly what happens when you cross someone like me. Especially since I have this tendency to go all...Hessian on people like that.

A moment later two men enter the scene, one of them is Jacob's tag team partner in Wil Pierce and the other is a slightly portly Japanese man with blonde dyed hair.

Wil: Everything good here, Jake?

Jacob turns to face the two men, slowly nodding his head as he goes.

Jacob: I'm fine. Let's go and do this!

At that point Jacob turns and walks past the two men with Wil turning to face the Japanese man.

Wil: Think they got to him, Hayate, maybe just a little?

The Japanese man with Wil does a slightly comedical shrug with a somewhat serious expression on his face and when he speaks, it is with a definite accent.

Hayate: Maybe...but we got this.

Hayate then offers him a big smile but when Wil turns to follow his partner, Hayate's face becomes pensive as the screen fades out.

Roger Arden: The following tag team match is scheduled for one fall!

The lights in the arena fade to black as there is a low drum and guitar beat as the lights around the entrance way start to flash in various colors as the music slowly gathers in strength until finally it hits an "explosion" of sound as two figures step out onto the entrance way to a huge mixture of cheers and boos, almost as if the fans are uncertain on how to respond to these two men.

Roger Arden: Ladies and Gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing that drew the right to enter first. Weighing in tonight at a total combined weight of four hundred and forty seven pounds!!

As Scott Fritz's "Shellshock" continues to play, the "Blackheart" Wil Pierce steps out onto the entrance way first followed close behind by the more powerfully built "Natural" Jacob Striker who is looking rather serious as usual as Wil kneels down on one knee in front of his partner who comes up behind him and while Wil does a cocky little pose, Jake slowly draws his thumb across his own throat before tossing that hand up into a "Too Sweet" motion before the two men slowly start to make their way to the ring.

Roger Arden: They are the team of the "Blackheart" Wil Pierce and the "Real Rock'n'Rolla" Jacob Striker...

The two men then slowly make a circuit around the ringside area with Wil occasionally doing a fist bump or two while Jacob does the occasional high five while keeping his eye on the ring and then the two of them quickly enter the ring and Wil tries to hype up his partner, trying to get him to enjoy the scenery while the more "professional" Striker simply rolls his eyes and starts to remove his entrance gear.

Roger Arden: They are...THE DAAARK CIRCLE!!

"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.

Roger Arden: And their opponents, first from Denver, Colorado, Vanita Thompson!

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 stage, looking at her next opponent.

The lights slowly dimmed as the opening riff to Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" began. The entire arena was shrouded in darkness as the video wall flashed with depictions of heretical symbols. Not just the typical ones like inverted crosses or pentagrams. Ancient pagan symbols hinting at black magic and dark rituals from before the time of Christ, himself. On the screen, a wave of smoke arose from the bottom as the stage alone illuminates with a single light, revealing that the stage, too, had been coated in a thick layer of mist. On the screen, the wave of digital smoke passed, revealing the words FILIUS DAMNATI in old English. The letters warped into ancient pagan symbols before shifting back into readable letters again. This time they said, DARIUS CROWLEY.

1:06 into the music, Darius Crowley literally seemed to rise out of the mist on the stage from a crouched position. His head is bowed. He brought his hands together in a prayer motion and the camera panned in on his face as he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to the ring with the coldest, intense sense of controlled hatred that one has ever seen.

Roger Arden: "Making his way to the ring, at this time...Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the one they call the Filius Damnati...the Son of the Damned...DARIIIUUUUUUUUUUS....CROWLEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"

As he was officially announced, Darius Crowley lowered his hands to his sides and calmly started making his way to the ring. The lighting from the spotlight on the stage left him as just an ominous silhouette moving through the darkness until he stepped into the dim lighting over the ring and paused before climbing the steps and entering the ring. He brought his hands up into a prayer position again before literally dropping to the mat into a meditative stance. Darius lowered his hands down and rested them onto his knees, lifting his head and turning it towards the stage with that same, unchanged expression of hard focus.

~DING DING DING~

Darius and Jacob start off the match as the bell sounds. Immediately, Jacob charges right after Darius and shows a different, more aggressive side to him. His immediate strikes seem to be hitting a little bit harder as Darius seems caught off guard from all of this. Jacob takes Darius and backs him into his corner where he just starts to lay in forearm after forearm, not letting up as the ref tells him to get out of the corner. He just shoves the ref out of the way and it’s at this point, a concerned Wil reaches in and tags himself into the match. Jacob delivers a few more forearms to Darius before finally getting out of the ring and letting Wil take over. Wil comes into the match, taking over on Darius. He takes Darius, lifting him up and delivering a pumphandle neckbreaker that results in a nearfall. Wil continues the offense, tagging Jacob back into the match.

Jacob comes back in, picking Darius up and the two of them deliver a powerbomb and reverse DDT double team move as Wil gets out of the ring. Jacob picks Darius up and he just starts delivering a rapid fire series of European uppercuts, each one looking a little more intense than the last. Once he finishes the long series, he takes Darius and delivers T-Virus. Where he would normally go for a pin after that, Jacob doesn’t as he picks Darius up and looks to deliver a brainbuster, but Darius is somehow able to get out of the hold and deliver a roundhouse kick that drops Jacob. Darius crawls over to his corner where he tags Vanita in.

Vanita comes in, taking down Jacob with a leaping clothesline before delivering a forearm to Wil that drops him to the floor. Vanita continues, picking Jacob up and sends him into a neutral corner. She charges in, delivering a shoulder to the midsection before delivering a series of kicks and forearms to Jacob before the referee warns her of disqualification. Vanita steps out, letting Jacob come out of the corner, but as soon as he does, he’s met with The Vain Mirror that gets broken up by Wil. Vanita reaches out as she tags Darius back into the match.

Darius comes in, picking Jacob up and delivering a snap dragon suplex before picking Jacob up and looking to deliver the Bicycle knee strike, but Jacob is able to avoid it. He takes Darius and delivers a chop block to the knee before getting into a mount and delivering a series of forearms. He gets up, sending Darius into a neutral corner and charges in, once again delivering a series of forearms and as the ref warns him of a disqualification, Jacob shoves the ref back and goes back to work on Darius. The ref finally decides to give the five count and when Jacob doesn’t break it up at the count of five, the referee has no choice but to call for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Once the match is over, Wil comes in, pulling Jacob off of Darius. Jacob is almost foaming at the mouth from rage as he looks at Wil before starting to calm down and realizing what just happened and that he had cost his team the match.

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, by disqualification, Darius Crowley and Vanita Thompson!

Nick Hanson: I don’t know what’s gotten into Jacob tonight, but it cost his team the match.[/color]

Matt Salvatore: I don’t either, but if he can control that violent side, watch out for the Dark Circle in the tag team division.

We cut backstage to the interior of the dressing room shared by Ian Dickenson and his girlfriend Ebony Arceri. Ian is sitting on a chair, a can of beer in one hand, his cellphone in the other. Ebony emerges from the bathroom, dressed in her ring gear, running a brush through her long, black hair. She spots Ian with his phone and lets out a quick chuckle.

Ebony: Hmph… you and your new toy...

Ian looks up at her and smirks.

Ian: Just got a text from Jason. He wanted to know if we were still on for next week.

Ebony: Alicia’s birthday? Hell yeah! Granted, we still have another show between now and then.

Ian: I know. Never a dull moment, eh, Eb?

She giggles softly as she sits on Ian’s lap, wrapping her arms around his neck.

Ebony: Gonna give me a sip of that beer?

Ian looks up at Ebony as if she just sprouted a second head, surprised by her request.

Ian: Since when do you drink before a match? Besides, I didn’t think you liked Guinness.

She grabs the can from his hand and takes a sniff, recoiling from the unusual scent invading her nostrils before handing it back to him.

Ebony: Ewww… you’re right. I already have to deal with Cass Baumer and all of her cornball bullshit. Last thing I need is the taste of that shit turning my stomach even more.

Ian leans back, suddenly concerned with the mental image of Ebony losing her lunch while still perched on his lap, but starts to laugh as Ebony shoots him a death stare.

Ebony: You’re such an ass….

She playfully smacks him on the shoulder before she gets up. Once she’s standing, Ian sets his phone down and returns the lovetap with one of his own, directly across Ebony’s posterior. She jumps, then shoots Ian a playful expression.

Ian: I thought that was one of the things you loved about me….

Ebony giggles as she checks her gear in the full-length mirror. Once she’s sure everything is in place, she turns to flash Ian a confident smile.

Ebony: Save that kind of talk for later. I’ve got some karma to dish out….

The confident smile quickly fades into a sneer. Ian pushes himself out of the chair, catching up to Ebony as she reaches the door. He grabs her by the waist, pulling her into a long, lingering kiss that Ebony is reluctant to pull away from. Eventually, however, she does, giving her boyfriend a sultry smirk as she plays with his beard.

Ebony: Ahh… a little extra motivation, I see.

Ian chuckles. As he opens his mouth to respond, he’s interrupted by a knock at the door.

Ian: What the fuck?

Ebony narrows her eyes as she glares at the door, warily reaching for the handle.

Ebony: What the fuck, indeed...

She opens the door, looking out into an empty hallway. She steps out, but is stopped by the sensation of something hitting her boot. As she looks down, she spots a small bag of Jelly Belly BeanBoozled 4th Edition. As she picks it up, she notices that the bag is open, and one jelly bean is missing. She stares down the hallway with a nasty glare in her eyes as she hisses through gritted teeth….

Ebony: Baumer….

She tosses the bag against the wall and storms off, leaving Ian standing in the hallway. He stares at the bag and shakes his head.

Ian: Welp, you can’t spell “Cass” without “ASS”...

He stares in the direction that Ebony walked, smirking as the scene fades out.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…


As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age burst through the crackling arena speakers, the crowd stand to their feet in anticipation! Yellow spotlights beam on the entryway, a subtle wispy smoke in the air while the camera lowers its sight to reveal Cass Baumer with a small lighter directly in the path of the hairspray valve at an upward angle. With the open flame in sight, she pushes the button at the top of the aerosol container and lights the stream on fire to activates the makeshift flamethrower with an unmistakably proud grin! The NFW crowd cheers wildly at the display, even while the controversial Kiwi waves the flames back and forth in the air above them. Once she lets go of the button, The Headliner starts to strut down the aisle in her cropped purple leather jacket with the weapons still in hand. She turns and starts to walk backward, showing off the massive white "Run Cass" emblem at the back of the distressed outerwear.

Roger Arden: From Karori, Wellington, New Zealand. Weighing in at 139lbs. Making her NFW debut! The Headliner...CASS...BAUMER!!!!!

"Smooth Sailing" continues while Baumer lets out another smirk over her shoulder. Flippantly spinning once again to face the ring with her arms extended, she stops at the steel steps to set down the hairspray before she climbs into the ring. The palpable reaction of the audience grows as she raises the lit lighter to the rafters with pride while mounted on the ropes. Cass stomps off the perch and observes the sights around her.


As the vocals 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: Her opponent! From Manhattan Beach, California! Weighing in at 125lbs. EBONY...ARCERI!!!!!

Before the match starts, Lluvia Cane’s music hit and the Cherokee Princess of the Kingdom strutted down to the ring, circling around to the commentary table where she pulled up a chair to the side, not bothering with a headset. She simply sat there, meeting Ebony Arceri’s gaze with a cold little smirk. Ebony Arceri shook her head and ignored her for now.

~DING DING DING~

The bell chimes against the cacophony of a screaming crowd as Baumer trades verbal barbs with Arceri. Apparently an insult hits a little close to home and Ebony makes a swift but ill timed strike as Cass sidesteps with a fast knee to the ribs, followed by a sharp punch to the back of the head and a front-lock STO for a fast pin and a one count with an explosive kickout that sent both women apart and back to their feet. Ebony comes at Cass even faster but far more focused. She feints a backfist only to hit a mid kick, followed by a roundbouse to the side of Cass's head that drops her to one knee! A low orbit dropkick flat backs her, opening Cass up for Ebony's CANNONBALL SENTON! A pin follows but Cass kicks out at two!

Ebony gathers Cass up for the TRAGEDY EVER AFTER-NO! CASS REVERSED WITH A BACKDROP, runs for the ropes and comes back with THE BLEEDING EDGE!! Another pin broken up with Cass showing a hint of frustration. Pick up and whip! Ebony reverses and pulls Cass into several knees to the midsection, topped with a generous spinning backfist and when Cass didn't go down, finished with a Springboard DDT finish with a 2.9993 count pinfall broken up!

Both women are on their feet, albeit Cass a little too soon as she was still staggering from the force of that DDT. She falls into the ropes shaking her head as Ebony charges full steam ahead! Thinking fast, Cass drops down, pulling on the top rope and letting Ebony fly over the top in mid leap! Ebony catches the top rope with her hand and skins the cat, avoiding falling to the floor and pulling herself onto the apron. She turns around only to get hit by THE FLY BY NIGHT!

The two hit the floor with Ebony taking all of the impact! Cass hops up with a loud WOOP, pumping her fists as she backs away from Ebony, sizing her foe up. Ebony gets to her feet, leaning against the apron and Cass takes off running full steam ahead with a flying clothesline and hits with enough force that both go flying over the barricade into the crowd! The two get up trading shots with Cass dominating at first until a surprise jab to the throat stops her in her tracks, followed by Ebony slamming her head into the guard rail and then punching her in the jaw hard enough to send her flipping over the guard rail!

With fans shouting and screaming around her, Ebony hops onto the railing and as Cass gets to her feet, she dives off with a flip similar to a Tope Suicida, driving Cass to the floor while getting back to her feet with a tuck and roll! Ebony quickly rolls into the ring, gets to her feet, hits the ropes on the opposite side and by the time she's on the return, Cass is up on her feet. Baumer turns and Arceri goes airborne over the top rope to a huge pop from the fans, crashing into Cass with her entire body weight and driving her to the floor!

Gathering Cass up, she slides her back into the ring, then hops onto the apron. As she does, Lluvia Cane raises her hands up overhead and starts loudly applauding Ebony’s performance. It’s clearly sarcasm from the look on her face. Even Ebony can see it as she scowls Lluvia’s way before shaking her head in disgust, turning back towards her opponent in the ring.

Ebony vaults over the ropes catches a rising Cass with a gut kick to double her over, then dropping her with THE TRAGEDY EVER AFTER! Cass bounces on impact, flipping right onto her back. Ebony hooks the leg, staring right directly at Lluvia Cane and 1-2-3!!!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner!! EBONY...ARCERI!!!!

Nick Hanson: Perhaps you can call it sweet vengeance for Ian Dickenson at the hands of Ebony Arceri!

Matt Salvatore: Call it that if you want. I’d also call it a message to Lluvia Cane. You see the way Ebony looked at her during that cover?!

Nick Hanson: I did, Matt, and if I'm being completely honest? I don't think this is over between them!

As Ebony's music played, Lluvia Cane calmly got out of her chair and circled around the ring, watching Ebony every step of the way as she reached the ramp before looking ahead of her and not looking back, even as Ebony watched her with a wary scowl.

The camera rolls backstage in a quiet, dimly lit broom closet to film one Ginger Ninja dressed in her full ring black and green gear and in the final stages of prepping for her match. She wraps her hand slow and steady with tape. Her hands move slow and steady with a practiced ease to them. It carries all the signs of a routine that has been carried on for a long time. With each pass of the stick, black elastic material, the roll gets smaller and she seems to grow that little bit more peaceful and serene.

Molly: So many seem to keep their distance from me in person in this place. I was greeted warmly upon arriving via the convenience that is twitter, but You'd think that people would want ta' work with me outside of just matches. With the exception of those like Griffin Hawkins, however, I haven't even been so much as invited for a pint to drink after a show and I've offered others, but they donnae' seem keen on the idea.

A soft sigh escapes her lips as she finishes on her fight hand and places a strip on her bare left to start taping that as well.

Molly: Truth is that I've been a rather difficult pill backstage, yeah. Got a bit full of meself the last couple places I worked... let me head swell... made arrogant little demands I had no business makin. Perhaps that reputation has preceded me. It doesn't help that I've worked a few promotions that, well, dinnae' know exactly what ta' do with me. I could talk all day about it, but then again, who wants to listen to me talk for hours on end about shite that happened elsewhere?

Molly shrugs her shoulders.

Molly: I've got the tools, talent, experience, and nerve to certainly make waves, but without others being brave enough to step up, what's the point? Where's the bad betch lookin' ta' put me in me place or tha' gruff veteran full of salt about this young upstart steppin' into their territory unbided? I'd kill fer a cocky rich slag ta' walk up to me right now and call me low class because I'd gladly show them how a low class boot tastes when it enters the mouth through the throat hole and from the arse I planted it that deep into!

Satisfied with her work, she smacks her fist into her palm, the tape giving an already impressive smack that much more of an echo.

Molly: I get it though. Pay me dues and earn me place. Make them pay fawkin' attention as I claim moment after moment and crawl me way inch by blood soaked inch to the world title picture. Lara Bratton has been here long enough to have a bit of a tenure and some respect from her colleagues. She's certainly been wrestlin' longer and has the pedigree. I'm younger for certain, but I've found that age matters little in the wrestling ring when someone's lived every moment they can to their fullest. Have you Lara?

There's a hint of sadness in her eyes as she regards the camera as if it were Lara looking silently back at her.

Molly: I was you once ya' know. I'd come to the ring with a whisky bottle in me hand, numbing pain that is far less subtle that what we suffer in the ring. It's why they still sometimes call me Whisky Bitch even now. Twas me old name..... I see in ya' a tortured soul, broken by past experiences and using the alcohol to wash down the pain that chokes yer throat. I can only imagine what ye've suffered through that has ya' so fawked up on the inside that ya' need a glorified handler even ta' tweet for ye' on the internet.

Molly clasps her hands together and leans in a bit towards the camera.

Molly: I understand all too well what bein' broken is like.... bein' tormented by betrayals of the heart and painful disappointments... Ta' have life let ye' down when ya' ne'er deserved ta' be hurt in that way. Drink fer fun. Drink ta' good health. Drink to tha' loss of life. Ne'er drink to ease yer pain fer it'll only cause ye' more. Me only hope is this Kwon lass will help ye' with that and that ye'll find yer way eventually. Fer now tho? We've got a match ta' put on and I'm comin' to tha' ring sober as I always have fer tha' last six years of me career. No flask in hand, just tape on me fists and the urge to show tha' world why I deserve ta' have me shot at NFW Championship gold!

A big grin crosses her face.

Molly: After the match though? If we're not too banged up from the experience, I'd say let's go out and have a few pints ta' dull the physical pain while we share stories both sad and grand. I know this isn't tha' typical trash talk like, "I'm steppin' out there ta' whup that arse so hard yer future babies cry and yer left a whimperin' heap on tha' canvas!" and had ye' disrespected me at any point before all this, then yeah lass, I'd have probably gone that route. Instead, while it is true that I do aim ta' be stompin' ya' down through tha canvas and ya' might have some tears in yer eyes when it's all said and done, I am more than just a fawkin' blunt instrument of professional wrestling wrath in a tiny package....

Reaching out, the Ginger Ninja grips the side of the camera on it's tripod, again much like she were grabbing someone's shoulder as it were. She pulls it in even closer, as if it were a dear friend of hers.

Molly: ....I can be yer best friend or yer worst enemy. Simple as that. I leave that choice up to you lass. Me door is always open. Same goes fer tha' rest of ya. Donnae' e'er be afraid ta' pay lil' Ms. Molly a visit, yeah? I'm always here fer ye'....

She then rises from her seat, lifting camera and tripod up together along with her.

Molly: Now it's time ta' go out there and WHUP THAT ARSE!!!! SEE YE' IN THA' RING LARA!!!!

The Ginger Ninja sets the camera down facing the closet door and we all watch as she sashays her way out that door. Cut to Ringside.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first...


The Snake Charmer's bagpipes blare over the house PA as the opening salvo of her cover of "Inis Mona." The lights flash blue, white, and green as out from the curtains steps Molly Hatchet, dressed in shiny black PVC pants decorated with green pearlescent Celtic Knots framing "生姜忍者" on both thighs, black hooded short-sleeved jacket with the word "HATCHET" across the back along with more Celtic knot designs, a backless, high collar leather half-vest that's laced together, black hand and wrist tape, and elbow pads that matched the rest of her attire. Her long red hair spills out from the confines of the hood as those dark emerald eyes pan over the crowd, taking it all in with a wicked grin on her pale, freckled face.

"WHO'S HERE FER AN ARSE WHUPPIN'?!!!" She shouts out, throwing her arms out to her sides as several rows of pyro explode at either side of her in huge sparking columns. Molly then bolts the aisle full speed ahead, leaps fro the floor with a front flip over the ropes and landing in the ring with a tuck and roll straight to a full on stand with her arms outstretched and sticking her tongue out, then laughing brightly. She turns and backs into a nearby corner, flipping the hood of her jacket back and crouching down, watching and waiting…


As 80s synth-pop begins to play, the arena lights up like it's a pop concert with strobe-lights, a disco ball and multi-colored lasers beaming around just as Dead or Alive's cover of David Bowie's "Rebel Rebel" begins it's familiar guitar riff as the pop continues. Seo-Hyuen Kwon, Attorney At Law steps out onto the stage. She's dressed in a business suit, gray in color complete with slacks, a white button up shirt and a gray jacket. She carries a briefcase as she looks back towards the entrance, waiting for her client to come through.

♫♫♫ You've got your mother in a whirl
♫♫♫ She's not sure if you're a boy or a girl
♫♫♫ Hey babe, your hair's alright
♫♫♫ Hey babe, let's go out tonight

The singer continues to sing the lyrics as Lara Bratton steps out onto the stage with a grin on her face and a flask in her hand. Kwon takes the flask from Lara's hand, shaking her head as the lawyer begins to walk down the aisle towards the ring. Gone is the black that Lara used to wear, and she is wearing a cheetah print gear with a skirt added around her waist. Her boots are also adorn with the same cheetah pattern. She starts to be-bop down the aisle and takes a single lap, encouraging the fans to clap and sing as the song hits the chorus.

♫♫♫ Rebel rebel, you've torn your dress
♫♫♫ Rebel rebel, your face is a mess
♫♫♫ Rebel rebel, how could they know?
♫♫♫ Hot tramp, I love you so!

She sneaks around behind Kwon and snatches her flask back and rolls under the ropes and into the ring as the music continues into the second verse. She gets to her feet and dances over to the corner and then checks her person before realizing she left her flask on the mat and rushes over, picks it up and then rushes back as she steps onto the first turnbuckle and raises her flask high and takes a drink as the second chorus hits and she sings along, heading to the opposite corner to take another drink as her music fades as she finally hands off the flask to her lawyer, who tucks it into her pocket and then reaches for a microphone.

Kwon: If you’ll pardon me for just one moment. My name is Seo-hyeon Kwon. I am the legal representative for Lara Bratton. Let’s make it very clear from the start that as a member of my Kwonspiracy, that Lara Bratton will be making her way towards her championship destiny. You see, there are many stables in New Frontier Wrestling, but what there isn’t is leadership. With proper leadership comes championships. This is what I will bring to Lara Bratton and everyone else involved in my Kwonspiracy. Tonight is only the beginning. You can most certainly depend on that.

Kwon exits the ring, Lara and Molly meet in the center of the ring with the referee. Suddenly, Lara motions for the referee and Molly to fight and turns to call for the bell. The bellkeeper, caught off guard, actually rings the bell and Lara tells the other two to fight.

~DING DING DING~

Kwon looks a little out of sorts as everyone stands around confused. She gets up on the apron and explains to Lara that she’s supposed to fight Molly. Surprised by this predicament, Lara points to herself and then to Molly. Kwon nods her head and Lara motions that she’s got this.

Lara moves in on Molly who arm drags her over. Off balance, Lara staggers to her feet and charges in again and is met with another arm drag and then she slips out of the ring and to the floor. Lara explains to Kwon that she’d rather see the referee fight Molly and Kwon shakes her head and motions for Lara to get back into the ring.

Lara slides back in the ring and then approaches Molly with a handshake offer. Molly looks from one side of the ring to the other as the crowd doesn’t seem to trust Lara for whatever reason, but Molly finally concedes and as the two shake hands, Lara goes for a Punchline, which Molly ducks, lifts up Lara for an atomic drop that sends her into the ropes. Lara rebounds and comes back, putting Molly to the mat with a shoulder tackle. Lara runs to the ropes as Molly gets to her feet. Molly leapfrogs to avoid another shoulder tackle and as Lara comes back off the ropes nails her with a polish hammer to the chest, knocking Lara to the mat as Lara cries out, “Ouch! That hurt!” and holds her chest.

Molly motions for Lara to come fight and Lara holds up a hand, “Just wait a minute!” She turns and asks her manager if she wants to change spots to which Kwon just shakes her head and points to Molly. “Go fight her!”

Lara gives her a thumbs up and gets to her feet. As she moves in on Molly, Molly dropkicks her right in the face and Lara falls into the corner, which prompts Molly to move to the opposite corner and charge in for a Bronco Buster, but Lara gets her feet up and Molly drops against them, gut first as she rolls to the center of the ring, holding her midsection as Lara pulls herself to her feet.

She bounces off the ropes and then drops both knees into Molly’s midsection. She reaches down and grabs a handful of hair and pulls Molly up, scoops her up and drops her midsection first right across her knee.

Lara points to the corner and then backs into it and steps up to the second turnbuckle and leaps off, dropping an elbow right into Molly’s gut. Lara moves to another turnbuckle and steps up to the second buckle and leaps off again, this time Molly rolls to the side as Lara crashes to the mat. Molly tries to catch her breath as she crawls towards the ropes and uses them to help her to her feet.

Lara charges at Molly, who nails her hard with a single leg knee right to the face, dropping Lara against the corner. Molly climbs to the second turnbuckle and begins to punch Lara in the head as the fans count each one, but as she gets to nine, Lara picks up Molly takes a couple of steps and tries for a reverse atomic drop, but Molly blocks and picks up Lara herself and drops her in a reverse atomic drop.

Molly steps back and waits for Lara to get to her feet and then charges in. As Molly nails Lara with a Superwoman punch, Lara also nails her with the Punchline!

Lara falls backwards and Molly falls right on top of her as the referee drops down and counts to three and awards the match to Molly.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! MOLLY...OOOOOOO’HATHERIIIIINE!!!!

Nick Hanson: Victory tonight for Molly O’Hatherine, folks but that looks like it could have gone either way at the end!

Matt Salvatore: Doesn’t matter what could have been, Nick. Only matters what is and that’s Molly O’Hatherine as your winner for this one!

Kwon steps up into the ring and walks over and demands the referee remove Molly from on top of Lara before kneeling down to check on her charge.

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


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


Sativa Nevaeh comes out from the back in her normal street clothes and the NFW World Heavyweight Title slung over her shoulder. The crowd rains down hate on her. Sativa starts to make her way towards the ring.


She makes it to ringside and climbs the steps and enters the ring. The crowd continues their hatred at her and she just smiles. She then gets a mic from one of the ring crew.

Sativa: So, I guess I have to come out here and regale you all with how great I am because I am STILL the NFW World Heavyweight Champion. JUST like I said I would be. Everyone was so excited to see big ol Pepper put little Ol me down for good. But, he couldn’t. He got to the finals and choked in the end.

Sativa pauses for a moment.

Sativa: JUST LIKE I FUCKING SAID! But, Sativa, you had to have Cass come jump the barricade and help you! Well, Fucksticks, you obviously don’t pay attention as you should or claim to. Cass came out and claimed she acted on her own. I had not spoken to her before then. But sure, use whatever you feel you have to to make yourself better about me still proving, time and time again, that I am as good as I say. That I am the literal best in NFW.
As I said on social media, I am done giving away freebies. I want a REAL challenger. I want someone who actually stands a chance of beating me. What do I get?

Eavan Maloney...

Sativa lets her arms fall to her side and shakes her head. She then raises the mic back to her lips.

Sativa: The woman who can’t decide who she wants to be. Oh, I loved the whole, I told my friends to hit me to get you all to trust them and that I was alone. You know what that implies, Eavan? That we care about you that much. That you mean that much to us.

Newsflash, we couldn’t care less about you. You waged this crusade against us and we literally cared for you less than anyone else on the planet. You were obsessed with us while we went on without giving you a second thought.

Sativa starts to pace slightly.

Sativa: You want to use the shot you were GIVEN by us to challenge me? You REALLY want to open that can of worms, Maloney? That’s fine. But I want you to make sure you are ready for this. This is something that has been brewing for literal years. You want your shot at me? You think you can keep up to me? That you are on my level? Sure, you had your little biker-gang buddy flout your twelve title reigns when introducing you. Might work for someone who doesn’t know you like I do, Eavan.

You want to TRY and take MY title? You want to try to be something no one else has? Gonna go on and claim ownership of something you had zero work in earning? It’s your funeral. I will give you one week to back out of this. To save yourself. Save your loved ones. And no, that isn’t a threat to them. I am offering you a chance, just one, to walk away. Because if you continue this, what Morgan did to you will look like the pillow fight. If you want this, I answer your challenge with this.

Sativa stops pacing and grins.

Sativa: If you want to go through with this challenge, then you will do so under MY rules. You want the match, I get to choose the stipulation for the match. And no, I promise the match will only include you and me. No familial proxy, no substitutions. Just you and me. In a match type that will, once and for all, end whatever there is between us. So, I await your answer on next week’s Collision.

“Voodoo” by Nyxx kicks back up as Sativa drops the mic. The crowd boos her as she climbs a turnbuckle and holds her title up high.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match and is your main event of the evening!

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

“Well into our Future, yet far beyond our past
In a romance between a pair of Unheavenly Creatures
The Five Houses of The Star Supremacy have privatized the the detention zones of the galaxy
These planetary prison pits reassembled from the cracked worlds of The Great Crash
Which brings us to our stage
Where the light must learn to love the black
The Dark Sentencer"

The music begins to play.

“It begins with them, but ends with me
Their Son, Vaxus”

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

Roger Arden: Introducing first! Representing The Kingdom! Weighing in at a combined 255 pounds! The team of...Christina Olson...and...Lilith Meadows...BLOODY...FAIRYTAAAAAAALE!!!

"Here, emotions behold
You've entered a Hell where the Devil is made of gold
Please, don't run your mouth
The questions before have no place in this haunted house"

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

"Here, where the light only dies to remember
In a place where the blind truly can see
Hear my voice, dearly departed, I beg on my knees
It's been my pleasure to serve your disease"

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

"Neon Knights" blasts forth from the speakers while the arena darkens apart from red and green siren lights running the length of the ramp. The fans POP huge as there is a loud blast of green and red pyro on the stage as Keiji and Lash spring forth from the curtains with a dual stuntman style flip, tucking into synchronised military roll and back up to a knee, achieving another huge POP as they appeal to the fans, spring to their feet and try to slap as many of the hands reaching out as they can.

Roger Arden: From THE FOUNTAIN OF JUSTICE, weighing in at a combined weight of 375 POUNDS, they are the team of KEIJI SUGIWARA..

Keiji bolted down the ramp, launched up onto the apron and barrel rolled between the top and second rope cleanly before leaping to the top rope, commanding a rousing ovation from the crowd in attendance..

Roger Arden: And LASH DONOHUE..

Lash casually sprung up onto the barricade wall, frog leapt from the wall to the apron then skinned the cat, however he stopped in mid air and cut some quick handstand style push ups in the middle of the top rope before hopping down into the ring..

Roger Arden: THEY ARE SUPER AWESOME CRIME TACKLING ACTION PATROL!

The fans joined in with the announcer as Keiji and Lash initiated their ridiculous "secret handshake" before running the ropes in a criss cross pattern a few times before hitting a mid air cartwheel past one another as red and green pyro sparks shot out of every ring post. SACTAP bowed to each other while their music faded and they awaited the beginning of the match.

~DING DING DING~

Nick Hanson: Here we go, folks! Main event of the night is underway and uhh...well, Matt, we’ve got a guest with us this evening! Hello, Ms. Grace!

Charlie Grace: Mr. Hanson. A pleasure as always. Mr. Salvatore, good evening.

Matt Salvatore: Hey there, Charlie. What brings you out here? Not that I object.

Charlie Grace: Call it...observation.

It was Lash Donohue and Christina Olson starting things off as the referee called for the match to get underway. The fans joined in as Keiji and Lash started a rhythmic clap as Christina and Lash circled before finally locking up in the middle. Deep arm drag attempt by Donohue and Christina maintains her footing, hauling Lash off for an irish whip. As Lash hit the ropes, Christina dove down to the mat and slid on her belly, forcing him to leap over her and hit the ropes again. Running elbow smash by Olson and Lash surprised her with a Matrix evasion, kipping up behind her and trapping the arm before swinging her around with a rough-looking neck breaker. Cover and a kick out at one and a half.

Charlie Grace: “Mr. Donohue is still sloppy.”

Nick Hanson: I wouldn’t say sloppy, right Matt?

Matt Salvatore: Ehh...not quite refined. Sloppy.

Lash took an arm and tried dragging Christina to her feet, but the fiery one responded with a furious series of right hands and elbows, doubling Lash over. Christina seized control with an arm wringer, dragging Lash over to Bloody Fairytale's corner and tagging in Lilith, who wasted no time in laying into Lash while Christina kept the arm wringer on, the referee finally ordering her out as Lilith laid in a final forearm before picking up on the arm wringer where Christina left off. Lash struggled briefly before finding an escape route with a military-style roll, snapping back up to his feet and reversing the arm wringer and flipping Lilith onto her back before dropping the leg on her. Cover and another quick kick out! Lash seized Lilith in a headlock as he dragged her to her feet and then tried for an irish whip into the corner, except Lilith managed a reversal and Lash, unbeknownst to him, knocked the referee down. On the rebound, Lash was greeted with a drop toe hold from Lilith and a leg drop from the top rope from Christina, taking advantage of the referee's state. The fans start to BOO as both Lilith and Christina seem to laugh evilly as they lay into the prone rookie with stomps.

Charlie Grace: “Will he ever learn?”

Charlie asked with minor disgust.

The fan response flips to the opposite as Keiji sees that Lash is in trouble and bolts into the ring as both Bloody Fairytale members stand and turn around. Double flying clothesline by Keiji, taking both of them! Keiji wasted no time smacking either side of Lash's helmet and bringing his partner to his feet. Keiji gave a signal and Lash nodded. As Lilith began to stir, Lash turned to Christina and put her in a modified surfboard stretch, his foot in the middle of her back and Christina's arms obstructing her own vision as she cried out in pain and also unable to see what's going on. The fans began to laugh as Keiji appeared to do a little jig before bending over in front of Christina. There was a wild roll of laughter as Lash simply let go of the surfboard and Christina's own exhaustion momentum launched her into an embarrassing stinkface from Keiji!

Charlie Grace: “So disgusting and childish. Eric should have ended him.”

Nick Hanson: Wait, are you scouting Lash Donohue for Eric Lee?

Matt Salvatore: Now I’m intrigued.

Christina howled in disgust as she rolled out of the ring and frantically wiped at her face. Lilith let out a roar as she got up and quickly sent Keiji barrel rolling with a targeted basement dropkick to the side of the head, and he also rolled out to ringside. The fans began booing once more as Lilith hooked Lash's arms and began booting him in the back of the head before she executed the roll and locked him into her patented DARK ENDING! Lash's head seemed to slump immediately yet there was nobody to check on him, the referee was out still!

Ms. Grace simply chuckles and claps at the damage being inflicted on Lash.

Christina shook her head, rolled her eyes and growled as she knew Lilith HAD it just then, and she set about the task of rudely waking up the ref as Lilith dragged Lash up to his feet. Hard European uppercut from Lilith, and Lash staggered back. A harsh downward chop echoed through the arena and Lash dropped to a knee, clutching his chest. Lilith ran at Lash yet he caught whatever she was going for and took her over with a quick modified arm drag, clinging onto the arm, dragging her to her feet and whipping her into S.A.C.T.A.P's corner, the crowd volume boosting some more as he tagged in Keiji. Kick to the gut and a DDT by Keiji, bringing Lilith back into the middle of the ring! The fans POP huge for Keiji and Lash smacked the corner enthusiastically as Keiji gave the signal for his patented flashy finish and then hit the ropes. The POP turned to a massive BOO as Christina let go of the tag rope just long enough to take Keiji out with a dropkick from the apron, just as he was hitting full speed. Lilith picked Keiji up after the assist from Christina and readily tagged her as she held Keiji in a full nelson, allowing Christina to pummel him with a flurry of right hands.

Charlie Grace: “Bloody Fairytale really showing these two children what tag team wrestling is all about.”

Matt Salvatore: Longest reigning tag team champions for a reason.

Charlie Grace: Indeed.

Nick Hanson: Olson just laying into Sugiwara while Meadows holds him in place.

The fans started to BOO even louder as Christina got Keiji up over her shoulders, yet the POP returned as Lash darted in and feigned going for a lariat, Christina instinctively dropping Keiji behind her, yet there was a roll of laughter as Lash stopped in his tracks and booped her nose! Suddenly, Christina was hopping around in pain as Keiji delivered a Manhattan drop! And a reverse atomic drop from Lash! And an inverted Manhattan drop from Keiji to Lilith as she's standing! Superkick to Christina from Keiji! Superkick to the back of Lilith's head from Lash! Cover on Christina by Keiji!

ONE

TWO

THR..

Christina only JUST managed to break it up, and the Collision crowd is beside itself! The referee ordered Lilith and Lash out to their respective corners, and Keiji turned to Christina, dragging her up to her feet. Irish whip and a hard reversal by Christina, and again, the referee is sent sprawling to the mat as Keiji collides with him, Christina doubling Keiji over with a kick to the gut and seizing control as Lilith climbed into the ring, nodding proudly as Christina hauled Keiji up on her shoulders once more, yet Keiji managed to wriggle free, almost straight into the waiting arms of Lilith. BRIDGING GERMAN SUPLEX, FIRESTARTER!

Charlie Grace: “Mr. Donohue just standing there, doing nothing to help his partner. I really should speak to Eric and Mr. Calloway about doing something about him.”

Nick Hanson: Hold on a second. Charlie, are you saying Eric Lee wants ano--

Matt Salvatore: Here’s the cover from Olson!

Christina has the cover as the referee was once more woken up by Lilith.

ONE

TWO

THR

The crowd is overjoyed and Christina looked as though she would pull her hair out at any moment as Keiji got the shoulder up! She seized the groggy Keiji in an arm wringer, dragged him to his feet and tagged in Lilith who once more got the crowd's disapproval as she lay into Keiji in the arm wringer before sending him in for another Irish whip and then trying to surprise Keiji by reeling him back in for what looked like a ripcord lariat, yet Keiji got the fans on their feet once more as he manages to duck under and twist Lilith into the swinging leghook slam position! Lash nodded, sprung out of the corner and stormed in! FLIPPING NECKBREAKER! They call that the KEY TO THE CITY! Lash also sprung to his feet and tackled Christina off the apron and to the floor as Keiji landed Lilith with the lightning spiral and reeled her into the pin.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners! Keiji Sugiwara...Lash Donohue...the Super Awe….SACTAP!!!!

Nick Hanson: Well what a victory for Keiji Sugiwara and Lash Donohue! Their debut match as a team, defeating the former Tag Team Champions!

Matt Salvatore: I call it dumb luck. These two have gotten so ridiculous, they make William Mannheim’s son look normal.

Charlie Grace: Gentlemen, it has been an absolute pleasure. Good evening to you both.

Nick Hanson: Good night, Charlie!

Matt Salvatore: Later!

Nick Hanson: Matt? What are you staring at?

Matt Salvatore: Huh? Nothing, Nick. Anyway that’s our show for the evening, so long everybody!

Nick Hanson: Were you staring at her…? Nevermind.