NFW Collision #69 - Portland, OR! 03/24/2020!

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to episode 69 or Collision! NFW’s longest running broadcast! We are live here in Portland, Oregon!

Matt Salvatore: And there’s kids watching, Nick. You don’t need to be spouting off perverted statements.

Nick Hanson: What’d I say?

Matt Salvatore: 69, Nick. C’mon now. Don’t you know what comes after that?

Nick Hanson: ...70?

Matt Salvatore: Mouth wash.

Nick Hanson: Christ’s sake, Matt.

Matt Salvatore: Gotta bust your balls from time to time, man.

Nick Hanson: Anyway! Let’s get right to the nitty gritty, folks. Our main event tonight is a Fatal Fourway to crown the new number one contender to the NFW World Heavyweight Championship. The winner will go on to face Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh in Los Angeles, California at our next Collision exclusive event, Ascension!

Matt Salvatore: We’ve got that and so much more, guys! We’ve got a tag team debut in Mercy & Sin. Ian Dickenson takes on Morgan Payne. Lilith Meadows takes on Cherry Addams. That and more. The card’s stacked as always. And things are heating up between some of these roster members, Nick. We might see Ascension get pretty violent next month.

Nick Hanson: Time will tell, Matt but for now! Let’s get this show underway!
Scene cuts backstage to the dressing room occupied by Ian Dickenson and Ebony Arceri. While Ian prepares for his match, he’s uncharacteristically distant, which does not go unnoticed by Ebony. She watches intently, but eventually, his silence becomes too much, even for her.

Ebony: Ian, you’ve been far too quiet…

Ian: Just feeling a bit wary. Whenever you deal with one of the Kingdom…

Ebony: ...the rest can’t be far behind. Believe me, I understand. It seems nobody knows how to stay out of anyone else’s business around here.

As soon as those words leave Ebony’s lips, a sour expression takes over her face as she slumps against the wall with her arms crossed, muttering to herself.

Ian: It’s something we have to deal with. People who can’t deal with shit on their own seem to gang up on those of us who can….

Ebony scoffs as she stares at the floor.

Ebony: And then there’s brown-nosers like Cass who’ll kiss up to whichever mob is the most popular… it makes me SICK!

She slams a fist against the wall so hard, she winces, shaking the pain out of her hand. Ian sighs, walking up to her and cupping her face in his hands. He gently raises her face so that their eyes meet.

Ian: Save it for those toxic twats, Ebony.

Ebony’s expression softens a bit, but Ian can still see the anger in her eyes. It’s dawned on him that she’s taken some of his own frustration and placed it onto her own shoulders.

Ebony: Easier said than done.

Ian: We’ve got this, Ebony.

Ebony smirks as she reaches up, wrapping her fingers around Ian’s hands.

Ebony: I know… I just hate that we have to constantly look over our shoulders. Not like we haven’t had to do that at home as it is….

Ian: It’s us against the world, hon…

This brings a smile to Ebony’s face.

Ebony: And I wouldn’t have it any other way. Now go beat that cuntnugget’s ass!

Ian: Yes, ma’am…

Both of them start to laugh as the scene cuts back to ringside.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The opening tunes of "The Mummers Dance (Remix)" by Lorena McKennet starts to play on the speakers. A few seconds into the song Layla steps out from behind the curtain in a long dress on which hangs several jeweled tassels alongside her many necklaces. Layla smiles to the cheers and adulation of the audience as she goes to several fans on the way down to give blessings to them. When she reaches ringside, she climbs the stairs and steps under the second rope to enter the ring where she poses for the audience once more. As her song fades out she removes, the necklaces and her dress to reveal her ring gear underneath. She hands her removed items to an attendant at ringside and prepares for her match.

Roger Arden: Introducing first! Weighing in at 120lbs. LAYLA...AISHE!!!!

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 blonde hair falls to one side. She is holding a microphone looking up at the crowd her red eyes glowing with the sirens.

I will be Queen!

She cackles as she drops the microphone lifting her arms up the sirens cut out. 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 turn buckle, placing her hands above her head in an X once more as she drops down turning to face her opponent.

Roger Arden: Her opponent! Residing in Aokigahara Forest! Weighing in at 135lbs! LEGION!!!!

Before the match begins, Layla produces a small deck of tarot cards. She shuffles them quickly with Legion watching on with a bit of curiosity. She then folds them out in a fan and suddenly Legion knocks away and shoves her smaller foe back with a shout. Yet Layla smiles as she holds up one card.... The Five of Pentacles in the Upright Position!

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings and she tosses it over her shoulder, coming straight at Legion with everything she's got! She ducks and weaves Legion's fast punches and kicks, slipping through her defenses to take an arm and flip her to the mat! Legion rolls with the fall and back to her feet while keeping a grasp on Layla's arm and pulling her in for a clothesline, but Layla ducks, slipping behind her! German Suplex takes her to the mat for a pin and a one count!

The two roll apart and come together with a surprise knee clipping Layla's chin, setting her up for a saito suplex and a pin, but Legion only gets a one count as well! The two are back on their feet but Legion takes full advantage with several stiff strikes and kicks, followed by a double knee face breaker! Legion then hits a running elbow drop across Layla's chest and makes another cover! Kickout at two!

Once back on their feet, Legion sets her up for a vert suplex but a knee to the gut and a reversal into THE FISHERMAN SUPLEX PIN, nearly costs Legion the match. Another kickout at two and the two roll apart trading shots back and forth. Legion catches an arm and sends Layla off for a ride into the nearby ropes! Layla runs up them, springboards off, turns, catches Legion's head and brings her crashing to the mat with a facebuster! Legion pops up from the impact holding her nose only to get booted in the gut and tossed through the ropes!

Layla pumps her fist, steps back and gets a running start to hit a suicide dive on Legion, driving her to the floor! There the two brawl outside the ring with Legion's striking ability steadily winning the day with a surprise right stunning Layla, allowing Legion to back up and hit the STARLIGHT BOOST, rocking Layla off her feet! Legion, however, decides she wants to do a bit more damage to Layla, gathering her up and hurling her into the ringsteps with an explosive head first impact!!! She then proceeds to ram Layla's face into the steps, followed by whipping her ribs first into the guard rail!

Legion quickly rolls in and out of the ring to reset the ring out count and knuckles Layla against the guard rail, followed by a reverse roundhouse kick to the back of the head, sending her into the laps of a few fans in the front row! She then gathers Layla up only to get a surprise elbow in the side of the head and her face smashed into the guard rail! She staggers back as Layla hops onto the rail and leaps off, hitting a tackle off the guard rail that drives Legion to the floor! Layla rolls to a stand, watching Legion rise up and fires off a SUPERKICK, snapping Legion's head back and dropping her to one knee! She then gathers up and tosses Legion over the apron, sending her rolling a short way from the ropes onto her back, then pulls herself onto the apron and Slingshots herself up and over with a body press and pin! Again only a two count with Legion sitting up, arm raised!

The two then get to their feet with Layla assisting Legion only to get black mist right in her face! Layla staggers back crying out in pain while Legion falls to her knees, unable to capitalize as she still feels the effects of that super kick. Meanwhile Layla is able to wipe the mist from her eyes and can somewhat see. Legion gets to her feet and staggers up a bit, fighting through a haze to get to the exposed back of Layla. The moment Layla feels her touch her neck, however, she reacts on instinct and catches her in a 3/4th's single arm necklock, dropping to the canvas explosively with IN THE STARS! She then rolls Legion over and hooks the leg for the 1-2-3!!!!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner...LAYLA...AISHE!!!!

Nick Hanson: Fortune smiles, again, on Layla Aishe!

Matt Salvatore: Why can’t you just say she picked up a victory?

Nick Hanson: What? I thought it was a neat little nod to her ability.

Matt Salvatore: This is why Jim always roasted your ass.

Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….

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: From Hawthorne California, weighing in at 250lbs. Representing Onslaught! He is the Hawthorne Horror...IAN...DICKENSON!!!!!

The lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness as those opening piano notes of "Infinite" 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.


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.


As “then you should go and forget it” 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.



Roger Arden: His opponent! From Pittsburgh Pennsylvania, weighing in at 130lbs. Representing The Kingdom...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.

~DING DING DING~

Like a true David & Goliath matchup, Morgan Payne and Ian Dickenson came out of their corners. As Ian tried to close in, however, Morgan maintained a distance from the big man. Ian started pressing forward, trying to trap Morgan against the ropes or in the corner but the woman just started shooting in and under his arms to keep from being backed into anything. The crowd booed Morgan as she taunted Ian the entire way, throwing verbal insults at him. The commentary team debated on whether or not Morgan was playing mind games with Ian or if she was unable to back up all that trash she was talking on social media. When it finally looked like she was going to lock up with him, Morgan feigned lunging in but quickly backed off, dropped and rolled out of the ring. She made a face at the booing crowd then made a jerk off motion to them. She then turned and threw Ian Dickenson the middle finger. Ian looked more amused by her gall than anything, asking if that’s how she wanted it before he quickly - especially for a man his size - got out of the ring. Morgan looked to immediately regret her decision and took off running. Ian gave chase and so began the game of cat and mouse around the ring. Ian moved damn quick for a man 6’5, 250lbs but Morgan was still a little ball of fury, circling the ring and sliding back in once the ref started to count. As Ian Dickenson went to slide in after her, she sprung her apparent trap, rushing up and started stomping away at his head and back as he tried to get up. When Ian pushed far enough up past her feet, Morgan switched to forearms across his back and neck, then elbows to the jaw which only seemed to piss him off. With a furious snarl, Ian exploded up, grabbing Morgan by the throat and violently tossed her into the corner where he began driving knees into her midsection.

The crowd exploded into a pop for the man, finally getting his hands on the mouthy Kingdom member. After enough knee shots to soften her up, Ian tossed Morgan into the center of the ring, sitting her up when she landed. He came out of the corner then, running past her, off the ropes and came back with a sickening big boot to the face for a nearfall. Ian picked her up, pointing out how she wasn’t talking so tough now before he clipped her with a European Uppercut and rocked her back into the ropes, causing her to stumble right back into an effortless Gutwrench Suplex. Morgan bounces across the mat, completely taken aback by the huge man she’s up against. It’s like this for the next few minutes as Ian just lets out all his frustration, not letting Morgan get any kind of offense in. He goads her into some wild strikes that don’t really amount to anything before driving her to the mat with a violent Chokebomb and another nearfall. He chains together a shortarm lariat, holding onto her wrist to keep her on her feet as he sends her flying with a Double Underhook Suplex. After kicking out of another cover, Ian pulls Morgan up by her hair, shouting at the ref to piss off before Irish whipping her into the ropes. He misses a discus lariat as Morgan ducks under and hits the ropes on the other side, comes back in and hits a Sliding Lariat right into the side of Ian’s leg, wiping out his knee. Ian goes down, grabbing at his knee as Morgan is given a moment to catch a breather and once she does, she starts showing that new nasty tenacious side as of late. Morgan gets to her feet and gets into a Muay Thai stance, not even waiting for Ian to get to both feet before she comes in and starts dishing out just straight up kicks, jabs and elbows. With a wild, feral yell, she runs off the ropes, charges in and leaps up, coming down to hit a Sok Tong (downward elbow) onto the crown of Ian’s head, getting a nearfall out of it. Ian is slow enough to get up that Morgan goes right for the leg she struck earlier and wrapped it up into a Calf Slicer. Dickenson struggled and fought while in the hold, unable to really break it but he was able to literally drag himself and the extra 130lbs attacked to his legs across the mat so he could reach the bottom rope and cause the break. Morgan released the hold at the count of 3 but got to her feet and promptly walked over, stomping on Ian’s hand that was holding onto the rope. The commentary team shared a disagreement on Morgan’s recent adoption of such a maneuver with Salvatore praising her while Hanson called it unsportsmanlike.

While Morgan wasn’t going for a show of her strength against the 250 pounder like most would have expected her to, she focused more on cutting the big man down with her new shoot style that focused on dismantling his limbs, more specifically the legs. Just as soon as Morgan took the advantage, however, Ian took it right back as she looked to be calling for Khao Loi. As she came running, however, Ian found his second wind for a comeback and exploded to his feet, tossing Morgan up up up and brought her down down down with a thunderous POPUP POWERBOMB!! He made the cover for a nearfall. After she kicked out, Ian pulled Morgan up to her feet and lifted her up into the setup for the Hellion when a voice filled the arena.

Voice: Hey, Ian!

All attention turned to the stage with Ian Dickenson letting Morgan Payne slip out of his grip and down to the mat. He looked up the ramp, fuming as the camera cut over to show Cass Baumer, standing there in her street clothes and jacket with a microphone in hand. Wry smirk on her face.

Matt Salvatore: The hell's Cass Baumer doing out here?

Everyone soon got their answer.

Cass Baumer: Ain't it funny how you're not in tonight's number one contender main event? I guess NFW doesn't think my interference at Invasion was a big enough deal to give you another shot after all.

The crowd boo'ed the hell out of Cass Baumer with the referee yelling out for her to get out of here. Ian Dickenson pointed to the New Zealand native, warning her to stay out of his damn business. He failed to see Morgan Payne getting to her feet behind him and as he backed up from the ropes, the Kingdom member nailed him in the back of the knee with a superkick, causing him to drop down. She quickly followed up, running by him and came back off of the ropes, this time hitting KHAO LOI right on the money! Again, the commentary argued over whether this was a plan between the two women or not as Payne went for the cover and scored the three count for the win!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! MORGAN...PAYNE!!

Nick Hanson: You have to wonder if Payne had anything to do with this.

Matt Salvatore: I doubt it, Nick. This is strictly between Baumer and Dickenson. He’s the one who took his eye off the ball.

Nick Hanson: You do realize Cass and Morgan are friends, right?

Matt Salvatore: Purely coincidental!

Nick Hanson: Okay.

We cut backstage where we find the Ginger Ninja, Molly Hatchet in front of a camera with her back against the red and blue striped white brick wall of a hallway. She's dressed in her finest ring gear, arms crossed over her chest and a wily grin on her face. A simple scene but one that serves its purpose.

Molly: Well now, time to put me money where me mouth resides, yeah? Week after week, time and again, I've been sayin' that I'm worthae' of main event billing, that I'm someone that NFW and Mr. Brody himself can depend on ta' deliver an outstanding, main event worthy spectacle! Last week, I had no match and unlike some who would take to twitter and pess n' moan about how they think they're bein' treated unfairly, I came to the arena on me own dime and time and said to tha' masses what needed sayin' and low and behold, I'm in tha' main event of the 69th episode of New Frontier Wrestlin's Collision, facing some of the best this brand has to offer!

A big grin spreads across her rounded, freckled face for a moment as she regards the camera briefly.

Molly: Lara Bratton gave me such a wonderful fight in our encounter in Seattle! The fans shrieked and were left wanting more by the time it was all said and done! I know your punchline now, so donnae' expect me to follow tha' words of tha' joke yer tellin' that lead to it a second time! I'll leave ye' hangin' on open air, swingin' fer tha' fences! Lookin' forward to seein' you along with another talent I've had eyes fer, watchin' on tha' sidelines. All Hail tha' high flyin' Firecracker of DooM that is Heidi! Oi, ye've ne'er failed to impress in any outin' ye've undertaken dearie and I'm lookin' forward to tha' clash! Me only regret is that I won't be able ta' keep me attention devoted to ye' like a proper opponent, fer it's not just you, not just Lara, but a combination of tha' both of you along with the adopted mother of tha' love of me life, tha' wonderfully twisted wonder that is Dona Rotten!

She shoves off the wall, lowering her arms from her chest to hook in the waistline of her wrestling pants.

Molly: I've wanted fer a long time ta' face ya, Tha' Venomous Scream Queen and Most Toxic of Knockouts, Dona J. Rotten. Much like Heidi, tis a shame I won't be given ye' me undivided attention, but ne'er the less, I have such deep respect fer ye' and hope that what I give ye' will make ya' proud ta' say ya' had a match with the Ginger Ninja, Molly Hatchet!

Molly starts to walk off, then stops and steps back into place, tilting her sideways a bit head as she looks back into the lens once more.

Molly: One last thing regarding last week. Mr. Brody, I donnae' want ye' thinkin' that I'm some petulant loudmouthed snipe who is takin' potshots at ya' lad. I'm grateful and thankful fer tha' opportunity provided and I look forward to whatever may come next. As fer the lass that interrupted me during my little address to the Boise, Idaho crowd on Collision 68....

She smirks.

Molly: ...Lilith I get it. I came onto yer show and ya' wanted ta' put me in me place and try ta' remind me of tha' peckin' order 'round here. Ya' thought I was bein' uppity and speakin' outta' turn. I just did what any wrestler worth her salt would do in my position. I stepped up and made an effort to show this company that I am worth tha' time by given up a bit of me own time. E'ery show, any slot, any time, I'm here fer NFW and tha' Collision brand. Ye' remember me from Galactic. Ya' know I will put in tha' work and until ya' laid hands upon me, all ya' had were words and words can be overlooked and moved on from.

The Ginger Ninja leans in closer to the camera.

Molly: That bein' said, ya' slapped me and I gave ye' more than a few knuckles in return. If ye' wish, we can call it even here and now and say it was all in tha' heat of tha' moment. I leave tha' choice in yer hands where things go from here but I do give ya' fair warning; Choose wisely dearie. Donnae' push too far fer I am a grand friend ta' have and a most terrible enemy ta' make. Now if ye'll excuse me, I got a main event ta' prepare fer!

With that, Molly shoots a wry grin, winks, and finally steps off camera. Cut back to Ringside.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

“Witch Image” can be heard starting as the arena goes dark.

You have never stood this close to where you want to be
You have always waded in the shallows between me and the deep blue sea
You'd never want me to appear
You never want this to be over
You never want it to reach out to the edge of time

Once the chorus hits, a spotlight is seen at the top of the ramp and we see Lilith Meadows standing there in a black dress with a silver crown on her head. She looks off into the distance.

I (I...)
Have always kept you closer than you've known
I (I...)
I am riding in the shadows
Behind you on a pale white horse

Christina is now seen standing behind her as Lilith slowly makes her way down the ramp, still focused as the spotlight follows her. She climbs up the ring steps and gets in. At the guitar solo, the spotlight goes out again and when the final chorus hits, the lights come on and Lilith is seen in just her ring gear standing in the middle of the ring.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, accompanied by Christina Olson. Weighing in at 135lbs. Representing the Kingdom! The Dark Faerie...LILITH...MEADOWS!!!

The lights go out as “Summer Breeze” by Type O Negative comes on through the speakers. The lights come on around the ramp and stage as a dark, eerie red shade. Almost reaching violet as candles light up along the stage and a glowing red pentagram lights up on the center of the stage. Each point of the pentagram has a burning candle on the end. Throughout the audience, lighters are seen, helping to set the mood of the scene.

See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evenin' on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin' through the window, lets me know everything is alright

As the lyrics start, the center of the pentagram is revealed, upon closer inspection, to be hollowed out. Suddenly, however, it is slowly filled as the panel below raises up, bringing “The Walking Contradiction” Cherry Addams, up onto the stage. Cherry is crouched but once the panel is raised in place, she slowly, sensually, stands to her feet, slowly spreading out her arms like a demon stretching her arms upon her ascent to Earth.

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Roger Arden: “Her opponent! From The Endless Void!!! Weighing in at 165lbs! The Walking Contradiction!! CHERRY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!!”

Cherry Addams steps out of the pentagram, approaching the ring seductively and methodically as she watches the ring with a blood thirsty little smile on her lips.

See the paper layin' in the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor

Upon reaching the ring, Cherry climbs up onto the apron and flexibly slides under the bottom rope, moving to her corner.

~DING DING DING~

As the match began, fans didn’t know what to expect out of Lilith Meadows. Normally when she found herself in the ring alone, there was a sense of a lack of confidence in her ability, but in this match, she looked focused, confident, and ready to go to war with Cherry. The two women met in the center of the ring and locked up. Lilith was quick to be able to get out and put Cherry into a side headlock. Cherry is able to push the Faerie off and into the ropes. Lilith comes off the ropes and is knocked down with a shoulder tackle by Cherry. Cherry picks Lilith up and goes for a brainbuster, but Lilith is able to get out of it, only for Cherry to turn around and deliver a series of European uppercuts before following it up with a thrusting side kick that knocks the stunned woman down to the mat. Cherry drops and hooks the leg for a two count. She continues the assault, going after Lilith, picking her up and this time, delivering on the brainbuster. After that, Cherry delivers Endless Torture and gets another nearfall for her efforts. She picks Lilith up, going for DDT, but Lilith is able to counter out of it, hitting Cherry with a knife edge chop, backing Cherry off of her a little bit.

As Cherry backs off, Lilith goes for the leg, grabbing it and delivering a dragon screw leg whip. She then grabs the leg again and repeats the move a few times over. She then grabs Cherry by the arm, pulling on it, trying to pull the shoulder out of its socket. She drags Cherry over to the ropes, draping her arm over the middle rope before leaping and coming down with all of her weight on the arm of Cherry. Lil continued working on the arms and shoulders of Cherry, eventually finding a way to get Cherry, after a few attempts at it to get her into the Faerie Lock. Cherry struggled to break free as Lilith walked around the ring, taunting her and the fans in Gaelic before coming in and delivering a dropkick to the tailbone of Cherry. From there, she picked Cherry up, delivering an Implant DDT before grabbing the arms of the woman and locking in the Dark Ending! Cherry eventually has no choice but to tap.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! LILITH...MEADOWS!!!!!

After the bell rings, Lilith holds onto the submission, the referee yelling at her to let go, but she outright refuses. She continues to crank on the hold as Cherry is visibly in pain right now. The expression on Lilith’s face has gone darker than we have ever seen in NFW and before too long, Molly Hatchet comes running down the ramp. Lilith sees it and releases Cherry as she rolls out of the ring. Molly looks at the Faerie a little confused as to what was going on.

Lilith Meadows: This is on you, Molly! You know what you did and soon you’ll pay for it!

Nick Hanson: What in the world has gotten into Lilith Meadows tonight? She’s never shown this kind of aggression before.

Matt Salvatore: I don’t know, but I dig. What was she talking about when she said Molly knew what she did though?

Nick Hanson: I have no clue, but maybe we’ll find out soon enough.

A soft humming is heard through the air sounding vaguely reminiscent of a Rolling Stones classic, "Paint it Black." The room is pitch black, the camera shifting and the scene cutting to different angles of a single light bulb hanging from a concrete ceiling. Suddenly a flash of pale, slender hands with pointed black fingernails is seen drifting across the arm of a leather chair.

Female Voice: For a long time we have lingered in the shadows.... outcasts on the fringes of a society that has always despised our kind....

A flash of a pair of dark brown eyes followed by a leather gloved fist slapping into the palm of it's identically clad counterpart, followed by the lower half of a round face gritting teeth in a menacing fashion. Then back to the flickering light bulb once more.

Female Voice: Feared and mocked.... ridiculed and reviled... A horrific joke upon all humankind are we.

The image shifts again, revealing a ravishing looking young woman with jet black hair framing her face wearing a long black dress with the front split down to the navel, barely containing a rather amble bust, hands on her hips and a devilish smirk. A vision of dark beauty with black painted lips and dark brown eyes sporting black eyeliner with deep red eye shadow.


Once again it returns to the light, flickering ominously as the voice continues....

Female Voice: Here, no one knows who we are... no one realizes the threat we represent.... The bodies we've left buried in our wake, but that is ok. The less you know, the better it will be for us when we bring ruin and devastation upon all who stand before us.

The camera transitions with a flicker of static, briefly revealing the glimpse of a tall, intimidating monster of a woman with black hair and an equally pale complexion, dressed in laced leather and mesh body suit with blood red lips and heavy eye shadow around white eyes. Her appearance screamed beast incarnate.


The camera cuts back to the lightbulb once more, only for it to suddenly shatter as a leather fist collides with it. In the darkness, the woman's voice continues.

Female Voice: We will paint this world black, snuffing every bright light that stands before us until the only fire lit....

The sound of a match being struck is heard a flaming candle slowly lifts into view, contained by a black candle stick held by those same slender fingers we saw before. The flame is brought up close to the pale face of the first woman, smiling brightly, vampiric fangs gleaming in the fire's light just as it casts a dancing glimmer in those brown eyes. In this revelation we learn she is the source of the voice.

Becky Mercy: ...is ours. I'm Becky.

Entering stepping into the light beside her, hunched forward is the face of the beastly woman, growling softly.

Tracy Sin: I'm Tracy.

Becky: We are Mercy & Sin.

Tracy: WE WILL TEAR YOUR SOULS APART!

Becky giggles in a soft, chilling manner, her eyes gleaming with evil mischief as she licks her tongue across her teeth.

Becky: Greeted are we by a circle of darkness, One a Blackheart and the other a real Natural, yet both are not the bastions of darkness one would expect. Oh children, do you realize that you stand before the Abyss? You look upon us and see the superficial, thinking of me and Tracykins as a pair of posers dressed in the uniform of black, scary girls who are all looks and no depth. We see you, boys.

Tracy: THE ABYSS STARES BACK!

Becky: And what do we see in you, William Pierce? You call yourself the "Albert Wesker of Luchadores?" "Ace of Spades?" "The Chrono Trigger of NFW?"

She visibly scoffs and rolls her eyes.

Becky: I see an overgrown manchild who feels having a bunch of pointless nick names as making him feel more important, a boy overcompensating for all that he lacks. Such a shame because otherwise, you're kind of cute but my Blackheart in name only, you are merely another pretend anarchist with a chip on his shoulder. We are hardly impressed by your chosen persona. You're dangerous enough in the ring, however, to merit some caution when approaching, provided you can keep your eagerness in check. A lack of patience will forever be your undoing....

Tracy clicks her teeth and hisses softly. Becky wrinkles her nose a bit with a snicker.

Becky: The Abyss turns it's eyes upon you now, "Natural" Jacob Striker. From the Sleepy Hollow you rise, a regular Ichabod Crane looking to lose his head at the edge of a blade. You don't understand what you stand against, but you will throw your heart and soul into this battle. Your skill will carry you, warrior, but your gifts are only held in check by a lack of experience and uncertainty of purpose that we do not lack.

Tracy: YOU WILL SUFFER A THOUSAND DEATHS BEFORE WE ARE FINISHED WITH YOU!!!

Becky casts her eyes towards her intense counterpart with a smirk.

Becky: Always so eager to destroy beautiful things, aren't you, sister?

Tracy's face contorts with a wicked, vile grin that easily denoted intent to commit murder.

Becky: Soon dearest blood.... very... very soon....

Becky's dark brown eyes snap back to the camera.

Becky: Tonight, Dark Circle, you will learn why it is unwise to dabble in the Darkness when you understand it as much as a blind man sees color or a deaf man hears music. We will unleash upon you a beautiful symphony of destruction that will end with us wearing your blood as the first victims in our Crusade to visit upon the world the blackness in our hearts. Sin shall be unleashed and the only Mercy you get will be me and I....have none to spare.

Tracy then pinches the flame of the candle out with her fingers. Becky starts an evil mad cackling as the scene then cuts back to ringside.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

"Paint it Black" as covered by Destrophy hit's the P/A, the lights dimming as purple and white lights flash towards the ceiling. The lights move in eratic patterns as two feminine figures step out onto the stage, one a rather petite five foot five inches, the other a rather large six foot five inches. The lights turn up as the two head down the aisle. Leading the way was a dark haired, pale skinned beauty with brown eyes, red and black eye shadow, matched lipstick, and fingernails. Each step she takes, she bounces to the beat, doing alternating piston raises of her arms. Her attire consists of a black leather half jacket with the word "MERCY" across the back, a fishnet body suit, black leather bra, fingerless gloves, elbow pads, knee pads, short leather skirt, laced panties, calf boots with strapped and buckled kick pads, a bullet shell belt on her hips. Behind her was a tall and thick two hundred and fifty pound woman woman sporting a mesh body stocking beneath a black wrestling doublet decorated with pentagrams on the hips and the massive word "SIN" scratched across the belly. She sported several small tattoos here and there, the most notable being a pentagram on her right shoulder. Her knee pads and wrestling boots match her doublet, sporting pentagram designs upon them. Her hands are heavily taped to the mid forearm.

Rodger Arden: Introducing first, from Malibu, California, Tracy Sin, Becky Mercy, they are, Mercy and Sin!

Mercy smiles as the two arrive at ringside. Both women hop onto the apron in surprising synchronous, despite the larger woman's obvious size. Mercy pulls back on the ropes and vaults herself up and over, then runs to the far turnpost. There, she holds those arms out at her sides with her eyes closed and her head tilts back. Behind her, Sin had already slipped through and was standing front and center. Sin takes both her thumbs, drags them across her throat and grits her teeth with a psychotic, angry expression on her face. Suddenly a crimson fluid begins drooling from the corners of her mouth and down her chin, dribbling onto the canvas. Her whole body shudders violently as if going through a seizure, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.

Mercy hops off the ropes with a spin and leans back in her corner. Sin's eyes snap back to normal and she backs up towards the ropes, watching and waiting. Mercy drags a thumb across her throat, a sadistic smile crossing her face.

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!!

Tracy and Wil start the match off for their teams. The two of them lock up and immediately, Tracy shows her power as she picks Wil up and just tosses him off to the side like he was nothing. Wil looks up at the woman who grins and screams at him. Wil scrambles up to his feet and charges at Tracy and tries for a shoulder tackle, but the woman just takes it and barely even budges. She laughs, looking at Wil as she hits the ropes now and delivers a shoulder tackle of her own that drops Wil to the mat. Will looks a little shocked and Tracy comes in, delivering a senton splash onto Wil as she hooks the leg only to get a one count. She picks Wil and sends him into her corner. She comes charging in with a massive corner splash as Becky tags herself into the match. Becky comes in and the two women grab Wil and send him into the ropes. Wil comes off and is met with a clothesline by Tracy before Becky follows it up with a leg drop. Tracy gets out of the ring as Becky hooks the leg, only to get a nearfall. Becky picks Wil up off the mat, sending him into the ropes. As Wil comes off the ropes, Becky delivers a jumping split kick that staggers Wil back accidentally into his corner where Jacob makes the tag.

Jacob comes in, dropping Becky with a clothesline and delivers a forearm to Tracy who drops to the floor. She tries to come into the ring, but the referee is there to stop her and as this happens. Wil comes in and the two of them deliver Dan Habiki Dance Party that drops Becky. As the ref turns around, Wil rolls out of the ring and Jacob goes for a cover, only to get a two count. The two of them continue working over Becky for a time, Jacob finding a way to deliver Beautiful Disaster as Wil tagged himself into the match. Wil came in, picking Becky up delivering Inazuma Suplex Special and going for the cover which was broken up by Tracy. Tracy picked Wil up and tossed him out to the floor as she grabbed Becky by the arm and drug her over to the corner, making the tag. Tracy hopped down off the apron, picking Wil up and rolling him into the ring. She went to work on Wil for a bit before tagging Becky back into the match. The two of them would then deliver The Bad Baby Dropper before Becky tagged Tracy back in and they would finish the match off as they delivered Sin-a-Bomb Pop and Tracy hooked the leg for the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Rodger Arden: Here are your winners, Mercy and Sin!

Nick Hanson: Impressive debut here by this new team.

Matt Salvatore: People better pay attention to these two in the tag team division.

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 activate 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! 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.

The arena goes dark as heavy strobe lights begin to flash with the tempo of the music.

Roger Arden: HER OPPONENT!! MAKING HER WAY TO THE RING, FROM CLEVELAND, OHIO BY WAY OF TAIPEI, TAIWAN...

Moe comes out, standing on the stage and rave dancing as the strobe lights flash, her lower faced covered by a Tokyo Ghoul - inspired mask. She runs down to the ring, sliding inside before sprinting into the corner, climbing the turnbuckle and executing a backflip, landing in the middle of the ring before striking a martial arts pose.

Roger Arden: SHE IS THE ANIME-ZING MOE RENNNNNNNHUANNNNNNNN!!!![/color]

Moe pumps her fist into the air three time before pointing down to her brother Thomas, who is sitting in a ringside seat in the audience. She tears off the mask, and throws it out of the ring.

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings, and both women, notable friends outside of the squared circle, step into the middle of the ring and share a quick hug before backing into their corners. They begin to circle one another, and the veteran status of Baumer is apparent when Renhuan rushes in, throwing a series of kicks that Cass sways, ducks, and dodges as she backs into a corner. Moe throws a dropkick, looking to hit the Headliner in the chest while she’s backed into the corner, but Cass slaps the Cosplay Princess’ attack aside, slipping to the side before running and hitting the ropes, coming back on the rebound as Moe kips up to her feet. Cass comes in hot, looking for an enzuigiri on Moe, but Renhuan Matrix dodges the kick as Baumer sails past, landing on her feet and turning to face her friend. Both women smile as the crowd pops for the fast-paced exchange.

Back to the feeling out process, Cass comes in slowly, closing the distance with Moe who turns her back, sprinting into the corner. Triangle jump! She’s looking for UNITED STATES OF SMASH! NO! Cass dropkicks Moe out of the air! Renhuan lands on her head, groaning loudly as Baumer pulls her up to her feet. Cass grabs Moe by the wrist, transitioning into a hammerlock before pulling her opponent back around into a devastating lariat, turning the AnimeZing One inside out, Moe landing face down on the mat. Baumer stays on her, hitting the ropes before dropping a leg over the shoulders of her prone opponent. Renhuan cries out as the Headliner rolls her over into a pin, but Moe gets a shoulder up at two.

Cass pulls Moe back up to her feet, hooking her for the FACT CHECK! Moe slips out, transitioning Cass into a DDT position of her own, looking for ATTACK ON TITAN but Cass kicks Renhuan in the knee, forcing her opponent into the kneeling position before coming in and nailing her opponent with an enzuigiri! She picks the prone Cosplay Princess up, throwing her into the corner blindly, and Moe runs directly into the referee, causing him to spill out of the ring through the top and middle ropes! Cass curses under her breath as Moe tries to shake the cobwebs, but Baumer doesn’t hesitate, hitting Renhuan with a dropkick as the AnimeZing one attempts to ascend the turnbuckle! Moe catches the post, but stumbles regardless, hitting the apron with her back as she falls to the floor.

Cass goes to exit the ring, but the sound of boots on the steps causes her to turn around straight into an absolutely BRUTAL lariat from Ian Dickenson! Caught completely off guard, Baumer is leveled as Dickenson rolls out of the ring just in time for the referee to come to. He slides into the ring, looking at both women before Moe, unaware of what has just happened, manages to ascend the turnbuckle from the apron, leaping off the top rope as Baumer gets on shaky legs only to be met by Renhuan’s TAILED BEAST BOMB! Moe hooks the leg, and the referee counts the three as Ian Dickenson backpedals up the ramp, shouting something at Baumer.

~DING DING DING~

Nick Hanson: A victory for Moe Renhuan, folks! But I don’t think this business between Cass Baumer and Ian Dickenson is gonna be over anytime soon!

Matt Salvatore: If ya ask me, it’s about to boil over before too long!

Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a Fatal Fourway. The winner will be named the Number One Contender for the NFW World Heavyweight Championship! 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.

Roger Arden: From St. Fillian’s, Perthshire Scotland! Weighing in at 125lbs! The Ginger Ninja...MOLLY…”HATCHET”...O’HATHERINE!!

"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…

Roger Arden: And….

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-Hyung 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.

Roger Arden: From Bovill, Idaho...being accompanied to the ring by Seo-hyung Kwon. Weighing in at 175lbs! The U.M.F of NFW...LARA...BRATTON!!!!

♫♫♫ 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.

Roger Arden: And…

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. This is...HEIDI!!!!!!

Dona slowly walks toward the ring, her focus squarely in front of her. She tunes out the fans, her mind lingering on the match at hand. A wry grin creeps across her face, as she climbs up onto the apron. Dona steps through the ropes, making her way to midring. The Toxic Knockout finally let's her eyes pan across the ringside area, before spitting a thick green mist skyward. Rotten cackles maniacally, and goes to her corner, to await the matches start.

Roger Arden: And...from Portland, Oregon! Weighing in at 130lbs! The Toxic Knockout...DONA...ROTTEN!!!!

~DING DING DING~

The moment the bell rang, Lara Bratton dropped and rolled out of the ring, right beside her manager, Seo-hyung Kwon who started to question what she was doing when Lara suddenly grabbed her and threw her into the ring! Molly Hatchet, Dona Rotten and Heidi each stopped what they were doing and all looked at Kwon in confusion, then to Lara as the wrestler clapped her hands, applauding her manager and started cheering her on. Telling her she had this and could get the win. Seo climbed out of the ring and started scolding Lara to get back into the ring. Literally resembling an angry mother, yelling at her child. It was here that Heidi decided to just say to hell with it, got out onto the apron and took a running start across the ring and hit a Corkscrew Pescado over the top rope and came crashing down onto Lara Bratton and even almost knocked Seo-hyung Kwon down with her but the manager stumbled out of the way, catching her on the commentary table. Heidi got to her feet, pulled Lara Bratton up and started just going at her with stiff shots from her forearms and her knees. Inside the ring, Dona Rotten and Molly O’Hatherine just shrugged - “fuck it!” - bumped fists and circled up with one another before going in for a lockup. Dona Rotten had the strength advantage but Molly O’Hatherine had that fiery Scottish temper and tenacity that had her fighting out of Dona pressing her back towards the corner and started just trading shots with the Scream Queen back and forth.

Outside the ring, Seo-hyung Kwon looked on as her client, Lara Bratton and Heidi took it to each other back and forth. Heidi used her agility and high flying to take the fight to Bratton, striking quick and fast whenever she had an advantage to do so, also using her environment to hit her aerial spots such as being whipped towards the barricade by Lara, only to hop up onto it and hit a magnificent moonsault back down onto the one formerly known as The Arcane. Lara turned the advantage around as Heidi picked her up and she dug her nails into her eyes, raking the goth girl’s face with them. As Heidi grabbed at her eyes then, Lara yanked her hard to the floor with a hair whip. Perfectly legal in a Fatal Fourway, as was pointed out by commentary. She picked her up into a headlock then, delivering a firm punch to the nose and the two continued fighting it out around ringside; Lara only breaking from Heidi to slide into the ring as the referee went to count a cover for Molly O’Hatherine. Bratton broke the pin up, not by attacking Molly but by flipping the ref onto his back and threw herself over him for her own cover. She hooked the leg and everything, throwing up her hand and counted out loud herself - 1! 2! 3! Molly O’Hatherine and Dona Rotten, again, both paused in their own scrapping to just stare oddly at the woman. Outside the ring, Seo yelled to Lara in annoyance, asking her what she was doing as her client jumped to her feet and celebrated what she thought was a victory. Dona and Molly started to confer with one another and as Bratton climbed the turnbuckle to play to the crowd, Dona ran up and grabbed her around the waist, pulling her down into a Deadlift German Suplex hold. As she went for the toss back, Molly O’Hatherine came off the ropes and hit a Clothesline From Hell to Bratton, sending her back down. However, Dona held the bridge and went for the cover which Molly quickly caught and broke the pin up. She and Dona started to verbally go back and forth before Dona shrugged and just clipped Molly with a forearm.

Those two started going at it again as Lara Bratton got to her feet and joined the fray, attacking both women but it wasn’t too long before Heidi recovered and came flying back in with a Springboard Crossbody to all three of her opponents. Cover on Lara for a nearfall before Molly hit a double axehandle on Heidi and shoved her off, covering Lara instead. 2.9 from the ref before Dona Rotten hit a Curb Stomp style kick to Molly’s head and yanked her off. Dona covered Lara and hooked the leg. One! Two! Thre--! Running Somersault Senton by Heidi onto Dona to break up the pin. Heidi jumped up to her feet, getting a pop from the crowd only to then eat a Superkick from the side from Molly O’Hatherine. As she started stepping over to go for the cover on Heidi, though, the camera caught Lara Bratton just in time, taking something from Seo and slipping it over her hand. Brass Knuckles?! She spun Molly around aaaaand PUNCHLINE!!!! Molly hit the mat and Lara, too, started going for the cover but Dona Rotten was back on her feet, delivering a brutal SPEAR but as she goes for the cover, Heidi just barely makes the save, coming in with a flying double axehandle!

Matt Salvatore: Shit’s getting crazy, Nick!

Nick Hanson: These women all wanna go on to face Sativa Nevaeh for the Heavyweight Championship in just over a month!

Matt Salvatore: Wait up. What the hell’s Kwon motioning to out here?

From ringside, Seo-hyung Kwon seems to motion something from the crowd. The crowd parts as someone walks from the top of the arena through the sea of individuals and she hops the railing. Almost immediately, the announcers recognize her as “Ms. Myrrhder” Jansen Myrrh as she reaches under the ropes and grabs Heidi by the feet and pulls her out of the ring and then runs her into the ring steps.

Nick Hanson: My God! That’s Jansen Myrrh! What the hell is she doing here?!

Matt Salvatore: You see the way she just tossed Heidi?!

Jansen pulls up Heidi and pushes her against the guardrailing and someone grabs Heidi from behind and holds her while Jansen lays into her. The announcers recognize her as Kan Tai. Jansen stops and Heidi drops to the floor as Kan Tai hops the rail and high fives Jansen and they start to put the boots to Heidi.

Nick Hanson: What the hell?! Kan Tai!! Kan Tai is here!! She’s working with Myrrh and Kwon?! What the hell?!

Matt Salvatore: Seems so! I guess Kwon had a backup plan all along!

Another signal from Kwon and from the back, coming down the ramp is the Second City Riot Squad of Leah and Layla Diaz with their backup, Jed Coffey. As Molly tumbles to the outside, they are immediately on her as they put the boots to her. Leah pulls up Molly and Layla helps her up onto Leah’s shoulder before climbing to the ring apron and running, leaping off with a cutter off of Leah’s shoulder to the floor.

Nick Hanson: SECOND CITY RIOT SQUAD, LAYING OUT THE GINGER NINJA!!!! I don’t understand what the hell’s going on, Matt!!

Matt Salvatore: I’m just as confused as you are! I didn’t know any of these women were signed with us, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Matt, I don’t think even Lara knows what’s going on!

Matt Salvatore: Maybe not!

Inside the ring, Lara and Dona are distracted by what’s going on outside the ring. Dona points to Lara as if asking if this is her doing and Lara shakes her head. However, the crowd lights up as a masked woman leaps the guardrailing behind Dona and climbs up to the turnbuckle and flies over, landing a stunner on Dona.

Nick Hanson: ANOTHER NEW FACE?! HOPE AVILA WITH A TOP ROPE STUNNER TO DONA ROTTEN!!

Matt Salvatore: The tables have turned, Nick!

As Dona lies on the mat, Lara grins, then slowly covers as the ref drops down to count.

Nick Hanson: Lara WAS in on this! Damn it!

One.

Nick Hanson: No way!

Two.

Matt Salvatore: Dona’s out, Nick!

Three.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner AND...the number one contender to the NFW World Heavyweight Championship! LARA...BRATTON!!!!

As the ring announcer makes the announcement of Lara being the winner, all the members of the Kwonspiracy enter the ring and high five each other. Lara Bratton, Jansen Myrrh, Leah and Layla, Kan Tai and Hope Avila stand with their manager, Seo-hyung Kwon as the show goes off the air.