NFW Collision #70 - Denver, CO! 03/31/2020!

Nick Hanson: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to NFW Collision! We are here live in beautiful Denver, Colorado! First off, we wanna congratulate General Manager Isabella Santiago on a successful first brand pay-per-view for Trauma, this past weekend! If you missed it, shame on you! Go check it out. NFW March Mayhem is available now for replay on the NFW All Access Network. Now! Let’s get on with Collision!

Matt Salvatore: We got some debuts tonight, Nick. Members of the Kwonspiracy are in action. We’ve seen Lara Bratton. We’re very familiar with her. Tonight, we’re gonna get to see the rest of the squad do their thing. We saw them last week, they made themselves known in the main event. A lot of unhappy individuals. We know Molly Hatchet and Dona Rotten weren’t too pleased. We haven’t heard anything from Heidi Thompson.

Nick Hanson: Well Molly Hatchet’s gonna try to get her a piece of one of the ladies who made her unhappy. She takes on Kwonspiracy’s Kan Tai Dark. We’ll also see Second City Riot Squad and their manager Jed Coffey in action against Bloody Fairytale. Then in the main event, we’ll see Hope Avila and Jansen Myrrh take on Silver Mountain Champion, Jasmine Matthews and World Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh. It’s Kwonspiracy versus The Kingdom!

Matt Salvatore: We got another tag match too, Nick. Dark Circle and...I’m not saying the goddamn name…

Nick Hanson: SACTAP?

Matt Salvatore: Yeah them. Those two teams are the first match of three to decide competitors for a triple threat match where the winner will score their team a Tag Team Title shot at Ascension against the NEW Tag Team Champions, the Skillz Vendorz! Congratulations to those two.

Nick Hanson: Indeed and while we’re at it, congratulations are in order for the new NFW Undisputed Champion, Emelie Sanclemente! Well done, young lady! Also Matt, I believe a certain other young lady you know very well scored herself some title gold?

Matt Salvatore: Hahaha, yeah she certainly did. You’re gonna put me on the spot for this one? Fine. Congratulations goes out to my daughter, the Queen of Anarchy, Adrianna Salvatore. New NFW United States Champion. But hey! No favoritism. Sela Rica-Lark fucking brought the pain in that match so kudos to both. Now though? The journey to our next big one begins, Nick.

Nick Hanson: It does, indeed! April 28th, Ascension! The road begins tonight! Let’s get things rolling!
The camera finds Ronnie North backstage on his cellphone while running a pick comb through his chest hair.

Ronnie North: You think I don’t know that? Look, I’m fully aware of the issue here and MAYBE we lost a little bit of revenue but I’m trying to be responsible.

Ronnie stops to listen to whoever is talking on the other line for a bit.

Ronnie North: Well they may not like it but they might have to get used to it. Social distancing porn may in fact have to be the wave of the future. We shoot thursday and I’m talking a solid half hour of two clothed elbows rubbing together until we get a money shot of hand sanitizer. Now I don’t know about you but THAT sounds pretty hot to me.

Another pause as someone the line talks.

Ronnie North: No YOU’RE weird. I’m a pioneer! If things keep up the way they are we’re gonna have to make sex robots. Sex robots that shoot hand sanitizer out of their…

Ronnie stops mid sentence as he looks up and notices the cameraman there.

Ronnie North: Gotta go. Look into the robots.

Ronnie hangs up his call and throws his phone offscreen and we hear an audible ‘ow!’ from somebody.

Ronnie North: Hey folks! Sorry I was just taking care of some… ssssssssstuff. How are you? Is there even a crowd for this show tonight? Things are wacky and scary and my Uber driver coughed twice on the way over here and I’ve potentially accepted death but not tonight! Tonight I will be facing Cass Baumer unless she has disappeared and reappeared from the business nine times since this promo has started and I’ve caught her between cycles in which case I will be out there reading passages from ‘Johnny Tremain’ by Esther Forbes but in like a sexy voice. Women will fan themselves and panties will dampen as I recount the tale of a young silversmith’s apprentice with a mutilated hand live during the Revolutionary War. It’s educational, it’s sexy, and no one has to touch each other. I should be writing this down.

Ronnie briefly looks around for a napkin or a pen but finds nothing so he shrugs and carries on.

Ronnie North: Now Cass may have the edge on singles experience over me but there is one thing she also has that I absolutely will exploit to win even if it can’t be helped. Her attraction to me. Look, I get it. You see my chest hair, you hear me talkin all sexy about a book I read in middle school, all of a sudden you want nothing more than to cast your whole life and career aside to be with me. This happens to me like twice a day and honestly it’s made trying to get a coffee and a muffin at Starbucks pretty inconvenient when my clothes are being torn off and the women’s husband is there screaming at me and by the time it’s all said and done my coffee is cold, my muffin is dry, and I’ve destroyed another marriage just because the way I say ‘Chai Latte’ can cause spontaneous orgasm. Life is hard, but if I need to tap into this superpower to best Cass Baumer then so be it. Just know that if this ends up with us married in Vegas that this is absolutely not the first time this has happened to me and I can get it annulled with the swiftness. I know a guy. That’s another thing that happens more frequently than I’d care to admit. Well, I’ll see you in the ring. Crowd, no crowd or...some crowd. I dunno what’s going on out there but SOMEONE is getting a copy of my hotel key tonight after I take home the W. Sexy pose!

Ronnie tosses the pick comb aside and strikes a ‘sexy’ pose before the camera 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. 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.

Roger Arden: And her opponent….

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

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

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

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

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

~DING DING DING~

Baumer and North began circling and lock up, Cass getting the early advantage with a headlock, the crowd erupting with laughter as Ronnie's hand sneakily moved up to her bust. Disgusted, she completed the takedown and then on instinct, moved to lock in a fujuwara, but she thought better of it and delivered a flurry of forearms instead. Ronnie managed to catch one of Cass's blows, twisting her arm back around and dragging her back to her feet in an arm wringer before converting for a snap suplex, yet Baumer delivered sharp knees to the ribs, forcing Ronnie to relinquish his grip before she spun around and the sound of her foot connecting with Ronnie's head echoed through the arena, Ronnie dropping to a knee. Cass hit an impressive short running DDT before going for the cover..

ONE..

There's another roll of laughter and Cass squirmed out of Ronnie's grasp as he rolled the pin attempt over and Cass found herself in the "reverse cowgirl" position. Ronnie's smile was quickly wiped off his face as Cass furiously spun around and her hand was a windmill blur, laying in punch after punch until Ronnie slumped. Feeling he's suitably dazed, Cass dragged Ronnie up and got him into a hammerlock before trying for her short arm lariat, yet Ronnie achieved another laugh when he held on and ducked and then reeled Cass into the pumphandle, Cass angrily trying to get away as Ronnie "dry humped" her.

She luckily managed a modified arm drag to free herself and then charged at him with a basement dropkick, yet he managed to dodge. Both competitors to their feet and Cass growled as she kicked Ronnie in the gut and initiated her front facelock STO, yet Ronnie turned it around on her with his patented careless whisper, dropping her to the canvas and then capping it off with a knee drop. Cover!

ONE

TWO

Kick out by Baumer! Ronnie dragged Cass back to her feet, doubling her over and then getting yet another laugh as he raised both eyebrows, pointing at Cass in her compromising position. Cass seemed furious as she back dropped Ronnie and then hit the ropes, coming back and hitting him with a really brutal rendition of her Bleeding Edge! Cover by Baumer!

ONE

TWO

THR..

Shoulder up by Ronnie! As Cass dragged Ronnie back up, the crowd stirred as Ian Dickenson came walking down the ramp again, looking at Cass Baumer in the ring with murder in his eyes. Cass, brave and defiant as always, goaded him on. If he wanted to get it? Come on in! This gave Ronnie North time, however, to recover back on his feet. He saw his opportunity and spun Cass around! HEARTBREAKER!! Cover!!!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

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

Nick Hanson: Now Ian Dickenson didn’t have to be out here!

Matt Salvatore: Hey, Cass Baumer’s been running that little mouth of hers! Payback can be a bitch sometimes. I don’t think he’s done either!

Nick Hanson: Aw no, now what?

Ronnie North didn’t get much time to celebrate his victory, however, as Ian Dickenson climbed onto the apron and got into the ring. He stared down Ronnie and the Prince of Pleasure threw up his hands, mouthing “it’s cool man!” before dipping out of the ring and making his exit while flirting with the ladies in the front row. Ian now honed his sights in on Cass as the Headliner sat up in the corner, holding her chest. Through the pain, she just glared at the man, as he approached.

Nick Hanson: These two just keep on going at each other. It’s gotta stop at some point.

Matt Salvatore: I think the big dog’s gonna eat the little one this time!

As the commentary team continued to buzz about Ian Dickenson and Cass Baumer, however, the crowd started to cause a small commotion as a figure came jumping the barricade and sliding into the ring, behind Ian. Black jeans, hoodie, full-on movie quality Friday the 13th, Jason Voorhees mask over their face. Wielding a fluorescent light tube. This figure reached out and tapped Ian on the arm. The Hawthorne Horror spun around and SMASH!!!!!! The figure in the Jason Voorhees mask BUSTED the light tube over his head in a cloud of glass and dust. Ian hit the mat and his attacker threw what was left of the tube onto the mat and stood over him, staring down through the mask on their face.

Nick Hanson: FLUORESCENT GLASS RIGHT TO THE FACE!!!! WHO THE HELL IS THAT?!

Matt Salvatore: YOU’RE ASKING ME?!

“Jason Voorhees” looked up from Ian and around at the crowd, nodding his head as he slowly paced around the ring. Cass Baumer just sat in the corner, staring wide eyed at the mysterious attacker. His shoulders shook with a light laugh as he pulled the hood back on his jacket, revealing his brown hair. Nobody thought anything of it until he unzipped his hoodie and exposed his vintage t-shirt with the words FILTH PARADE on the front.

Nick Hanson: Wait what?! Filth Parade? But they’re not in NFW!

Matt Salvatore: Ohhhh my god, but you know who is?!

The man in the hockey mask reached up, lifting it off of his head, revealing the sly, grinning face of none other than…..

Nick Hanson: OHHHH MY GOD!!!!

Matt Salvatore: HE’S BACK!!!

Nick Hanson: EDDY POE...IS...BACK!!!

Matt Salvatore: He’s a friend to Cass Baumer, too!

Crowd:
ED-DY!
ED-DY!
ED-DY!
ED-DY!

Cass Baumer now looked at her savior with a big, gaping smile on her face as she finally got up to her feet. She jumped into Eddy, the two sharing a hug as friends before the two exited the ring to a mixed reaction. Some thrilled to see Eddy back. Others not too thrilled about him attacking another fan favorite. What was going on exactly? Some of the crowd continued to wonder as Eddy Poe and Cass Baumer walked up the ramp and disappeared back through the curtain.

The scene cuts from the arena to the snowy mountains of Bracken ridge Colorado. We see Aiden Reynolds running up a mountain path, the last snow of the season on the ground as he turns up a path towards the camera. He stops and slowly pulls off his breathing mask, his body draped in black thermal gear and sweatpants. He slowly smirks and shows a toothy boyish grin looking back down the mountain.

Aiden Reynolds: It feels great getting out in the fresh air. Away from people. With most gyms a no go it's easier to come up here with no one. To just be myself. Especially with a match like the one I have coming up. See, I haven't had the best start to my NFW career. A win here, a loss there, but I haven't set the world alight. I haven't made the company or the wrestling world at large take notice....

Aiden pauses and sits down on a nearby rock.

Aiden Reynolds: But with that comes an opportunity. See I have a match against Erik Holland coming up at Collision 70. And most people know Erik, most people have seen him in alot of different companies where ol mate seems to have been a bit of a force. And the truth is that Erik has a much, MUCH, higher profile in the professional wrestling landscape than me.

I have been a champion in WWH before the great exodus of talent due to inept management. I then bounces to different companies before settling here. But Erik? Erik has been a champion. He even had the balls to go to 4CW, a place where most people gave him shit just to have a few matches to prove them wrong and to jam their ignorance right back up their arses. They guy is a 6'6 violence machine who is just as technical as he is dangerous and for the last six years this crazy looking guy has been at the top of his game...

Aiden sighs and shakes his head.

Aiden Reynolds: But, I'm not going to let that deter me, I'm not going to let it get in my head and make me believe I have no chance, cause I'm not built that way. Erik you may be a great wrestler, you may be bigger than me and you may have this violent streak that few can match. But, I'm not a push over. I'm not a nobody you can beat into the ground and leave for dead. I have heart, I have skills and I have a determination that you are going to know very very well mate.....so sit down, strap in and be ready for me...cause I'm damn sure getting ready for you...

Aiden smiles and slides the breathing mask back on before popping off the rock and tacking off back down the mountain
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the manager, representing the Shieldmaidens, THIS! is Lyal "LYRIC" Allllennnnn! She represents from SILENT HILL, weighing 281 pounds, ERIK! HOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLANNNNND!

"Will you tell these fools I'm not crazy! Make them listen to me before it's too late!"

The arena suddenly goes completely pitch black.

"Listen to me. PLEASE listen. If you don't, if you won't...if you fail to understand, then the same incredible terror that's menacing me will STRIKE AT YOU!"

Feedback begins to flow over the PA as the crowd grows silent and focused on the now-smoky entrance way. Corey Taylor begins to, in a choked voice, mutter out the first few words of "Solway Firth". As the song ever so slowly builds to a crescendo, the lights begin to grow more frantic.

"Solway Firth" then EXPLODES over the PA, kicking up an air-raid siren like red strobe light that pulses slowly but angrily on stage. Lyal "Lyric" Allen bursts through the curtain first, rocking her latest outrageous makeup and costume, waving to the crowd and bouncing all over the stage like a superball, then heading for the center of the stage as she sees her beloved Erik Holland advancing slowly onto the stage. Erik Holland slowly turns around once on stage, taking it all in, and then locks those hateful eyes with the ring, his fists flexing, eyes full of intensity. Lyric wraps her arms around him whispering something into his ear, then points at the ring, unleashing her charge to head for the squared circle. Holland seems to be unaware of the LOUD, but arguably mixed reaction that greets him as he heads for the ring, touching fists with those fans that are loyal to him, even going head to head with some, and ignoring those that are booing.

Erik and Lyric stop as they get to ringside, Lyric grabbing him by the mask and pulling him down for a kiss and final instructions before sending him careening under the bottom rope. He lunges at the referee and/or the ring announcer, ending up sticking his head and upper body through the top and middle ropes, just staring out at the roiling, moshing swarm of fans as if he were an animal that just got let off it's leash. Lyric struts over and undoes his entrance mask, kissing him one more time before allowing him to mug for the camera, spitting threats at his opponent (or maybe the cameraman, too) and riling the crowd up even more before he goes to each turnbuckle, acknowledging them with raised arms.

Finally as the chaos comes to a close, Holland falls back against a turnbuckle pad with his ass on the mat, muttering to himself, muttering maybe to no one in particular with a thousand yard stare just locked onto the entryway. The lights return to normal as the crowd brings up one last roar, ready for the fight.

Roger Arden: And his opponent…

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: He stands 6’1 and weighs in at 220 pounds from the Gold coast, Queensland, Australia...he is the Aussie wolf….AIIIIDEN REYNOLDS

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings and Aiden moves around Erik. Erik much bigger than the athletic Australian. They move around one another, Aiden goes to lock up with Erik, Erik though shoves Aiden back and across the ring with his size and strength advantage. Aiden shakes his head with a smirk before getting to his feet and moving around him again, this time Aiden steps in with a low kick to Erik’s leg, and another and another hitting his thigh trying to chop the bigger man down. Aiden hits the ropes and Erik turns and hits him with a lariat so stiff it causes Aiden to back flip and hit the mat hard. He sits up looking confused as to where he is. Erik drops down and slams the point of his elbow into Aidens head over and over before pulling him up, hooking his arm around Aidens body and his ofer hand around his leg lifting Aiden up and throwing him clear across the ring.

Erik follows and Aiden grabs the ropes to pull himself up but Erik grabs Aiden in a half and half suplex tossing him backwards onto the back of his head and neck, Aiden holds his neck as Erik laughs and measures him up, as Aiden pulls himself to his feet again Erik runs in going fo a yakuza kick, Aiden is able to roll under it and pop to his feet hits the ropes and as Erik turns around Aiden leaps in the air with a flying forearm, he lands on his back and kips up as Erik rolls under the bottom rope to the floor, Aiden hits the ropes again and throws himself from the ring with a suicide dive onto Holland shoving him back into the steel barricade. Aiden slides back in the ring, spints at the ropes and hits a second dive getting the crowd behind him before pulling Erik to his feet and rolling him back into the ring.

Aiden climbs to the top rope and measures Erik up before leaping off with a cross body, Erik catches Aiden and turns him upside down slamming him into the mat with a scoop slam, Aiden holds his back, Erik grabs Aiden by the top of the head and slams his fist down into his forehead over and over again beating him down. He pulls Aiden up and sets him up fo the terrorvision, he bends Aiden over his knee three times before turning it into the Re-animator slamming Aiden hard before hooking his leg for a two count.

Erik grabs Aidens leg and tries to lock in the Pandorum, Aiden is able to scramble and gets to the ropes grabbing the bottom rope, the referee counts and gets to four but Erik yanks on AIdens leg just in time to get him away from the ropes for a forced break, but Aiden gets up onto his other leg and spins leaping up with an enziguri, Erik eats the kick and stumbles back, Aiden pops up and runs forward hitting the shotgun dropkick sending Erik flying back into the corner but still not off his feet, Aiden follows through running at Erik who slides sideways, catching Aiden in a corner uranage slamming him hard onto the mat causing Aiden to bounce high in the air. Erik takes a moment to record from Aidens offensive flurry and pulls the Australian to his feet hitting a release dragon suplex folding Aiden up like an accordian.

Erik walks over and runs his thumb across his throat, he grabs Aiden by the leg and tries to set up the pandorum again, and again Aiden scrambles to the ropes, he grabs the ropes but Erik yanks him backwards again, Aiden though turns as he’s being pulled and hits a hard front kick to Erik who stumbles back and to a knee, Aiden springs and jumps in the air hitting his golden flash kick! Erik goes down and Aiden scrambles.

ONE

TWO

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! AIDEN...REYNOLDS!!!

Nick Hanson: He had one last trick in the bag and by god it worked!

Matt Salvatore: Reynolds is goddamn resilient to withstand all that shit Holland dished out on him!

The pounding drumbeat of Blue Oyster Cult’s “Veteran of Psychic Wars” jumpstarts the crowd and that immediately turns to boos as the Kwonspiracy logo appears on the screen, flashing in time to the drumbeat. As the synthesizer hits, Seo-hyung Kwon leads out a procession of her members of Kwonspiracy of Jansen Myrrh, Kan Tai, Leah Aguero, Layla Diaz, Hope Avila and Lara Bratton.

♫♫♫
You're seeing now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars,
I've been living on the edge so long, where the winds of Limbo roar.
And I'm young enough to look at,
And far old to see, all the stars are on the inside.
I'm not sure that there's anything left to me
♫♫♫

They march down towards the ring and split off as Kwon takes the steps up and gets into the ring before walking over and retrieving a microphone. The other six members all roll into the ring and high five each other as the chorus of the song hits.

♫♫♫
Don't let these shakes go on!
It's time we had a break from it,
It's time we had some leave.
We've been living in a place,
We've been eating up our brains.
Oh please don't let these shakes go on!
♫♫♫

Kwon calls for the music to be cut as it fades out as the crowd continues to boo the seven in the ring.

Seo-hyung Kwon: What you see before you now is not just a collection of professional wrestlers. They are not just a group of individuals who thought to themselves, ‘let’s get together and form a faction.’ Those you see here in the ring are partners, friends, family. Last week was the first strike long term plan for dominance within New Frontier Wrestling. The talent in this group alone far exceeds the talent of any faction in all of New Frontier Wrestling, not just Collision, but Trauma as well. Let’s talk about this talent. First, not only your next contenders for the NFW Tag Team Championship, but your next champions as well. The Second City Riot Squad of Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz!

Leah bites her bottom lip as a grin starts to appear across her face. She walks over to Seo-hyung and grabs the microphone.

Leah Aguero: Partners. Friends. Family. That is the Kwonspiracy. My home girl, Jansen Myrrh, gave me a ring and set forth a plan. She said her cousin, Lara Bratton, was looking to disrupt the system. She said she wanted to bring in someone she could trust. Someone she knew had a similar mentality as the rest of the group. Anyone smart enough knows the bond that Jansen and I share. She could have phoned me up and said, “Hey, Leah. I got this body. I need help disposing of it.” My response? Shovel in the car, send me the address, destroy your phone. So, when I got the call that I was going to bring the idea of the Second City Riot Squad into fruition, I jumped at the chance. It’s time to put all of NFW’s tag team division on notice. We’re here to take what’s ours by any means necessary. If you want something in this life, you take it. We’re SCRS… we’re ready to be crowned NFW Tag Team Champs. Ain’t that right, Diaz?

Leah simply extends her hand out with the microphone which draws Layla Diaz to the center of the ring. Unlike the rest of Kwonspiracy. She seems a bit more upbeat and bubbly.

Layla Diaz: Hi everyone. I’m Layla Diaz. I know none of you here have even heard of me before last week and it’s super exciting to be here in NFW. I get to work with such amazing talent. I get to team with my mentor, Leah. I have the ability to stand beside my best friend from training camp, Hope Avila. This whole experience has been such a blessing and a bit overwhelming but it’s exactly like Leah said.

The bubbly nature disappears and we’re left with a much more serious look on Layla Diaz’s face.

Layla Diaz: We are SCRS. We are here ta disrupt da system and we will fuck ya life up if ya stand in our way. Yous can call me young and naive but here I stand surrounded by some of da very best dis business has to offer. If yous think what happened last week was just a flash in da pan ya ain’t seen nuttin’ yet. We here. We in dis bitch. Yous ain’t gettin’ sunshine and daisies. Ya gettin’ SCRS; da next NFW Tag Champs.

Layla Diaz continues to stare into the camera as Seo-Hyung Kwon steps forward and takes the microphone from her hand.

Seo-hyung Kwon: You might know our next member for her on screen animated series, but she’s put all that behind her and has transitioned into the warrior that doesn’t back down from anyone, including Molly O’Hatherine whom she faces tonight. She’s no longer the cartoon character you might remember. Kan Tai Dark.

Kwon tries to hand the microphone to Kan Tai who bats it away with a scowl, “I got nothing to say to these people…”

Seo-hyung Kwon: Our next member is the newly minted Universal Superstar, chosen to carry on that title by the previous user of that name. She was also hand picked by Jansen Myrrh to be included in the Kwonspiracy. She will main event her first match tonight and will no doubt be victorious. Welcome your new Universal Superstar, Hope Avila!

Hope takes the microphone.

Hope Avila: Como su nueva superestrella universal, ¡puedo prometerle que continuaré como lo han hecho aquellos que usaron este nombre antes! ¡Seguiré creciendo el legado! ¡No dejaré que el Reino me detenga y haré que aquellos dentro de Kwonspiracy estén orgullosos de mí! ¡No puedes detener a la Superestrella Universal!

She hands the microphone back to Kwon, but Kan Tai rushes over and snatches it from her hand and begins to scream.

Kan Tai: Molly Hatchet! Wǒ huì fěnsuì nǐ de! Rúguǒ nín rènwéi shàng zhōu de ōudǎ shì wǒmen qīnshǒu shōu dào de, nàme qǐng děngdào wǒmen jīn wǎn wǎn xiē shíhòu zài yuán huán jiànmiàn! Wǒ jiāng xiàng shìjiè zhǎnshì Kwonspiracy shì yǒushǐ yǐlái zuì wěidà de!

She gives the microphone back to Kwon as Layla walks over and tries to talk Kan Tai down, pulling her to the side.

Seo-Hyung Kwon: She told you, Molly. Up next, she has taken the wrestling world by storm. She has wrestling in her blood and she isn’t afraid to speak her mind. She will eventually be your world champion in due time. “Ms. Myrrhder” Jansen Myrrh!

Jansen smirks as the crowd boos her. She takes her time walking over to take the microphone, pausing to whisper something into Leah’s ear, which causes her to laugh. She finally begins to speak to the crowd.

Jansen Myrrh: I tried. I tried to bring you people the truth. I tried to lead wrestling fans into the new decade with truth and salvation. But, it appears that you’ll have none of it. And as I look upon this pathetic crowd, I see that in my self deluded ways that there is really nothing here to save.

Crowd boos.

Jansen Myrrh: I tried to save you from the boring, tired championship reign of a man called Skrabz in Mile High Wrestling. I tried to save you from the mercilessly dull War of Attrition, but in the end it was all wasted effort. You did not appreciate it. You did not want it. And you most certainly were not worth it. So, come tonight when our hands are raised in the main event, everyone will know that we are the real deal.My cousin, Lara will be rescuing that World Championship from around the waist of that guttertrash, Sativa Nevaeh and you know what would look good around my waist? The Silver Mountain Championship. I’m willing to wrestle for it at least. Matthews likes to brag about her pedigree but there’s so much more pedigree in the Kwonspiracy than you’ll ever possess. So, suck on that, bitch.

She returns the microphone to Kwon as the crowd starts to chant, “Fuck you, Jansen!” which only causes her to grin.

Seo-hyung Kwon: Finally, the star of the hour. Last week, she defeated three individuals to become the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship. She battled bravely despite the odds and brought the Kwonspiracy to the doorstep of Sativa Nevaeh. Who, by the way, doesn’t feel that Lara is a challenge for her. She constantly ridicules Lara on Twitter and will find out the hard way just how good Lara truly is. Here is your number one contender, Lara Bratton!

Lara Bratton takes the microphone and walks over to the edge of the ring and leans against the top rope as she looks out into the crowd.

Lara Bratton: People think I’m some sort of idiot. I’m just a goofball. I’m not serious enough to become the World Champion. You know who else they said that about? My mother. The two time World Heavyweight Champion. No one gave her a chance in hell at becoming the champion. Twice she flipped them the bird, told them to fuck off and pinned the champion. You see, what I do here for you all is part of the show. But at some point, you have to stop being a jackass and you have to start winning. So, let me tell you something Sativa Nevaeh and the rest of your little kingdom. There’s a new group in town. We’re called the Kwonspiracy. You want to rag on me about how I won my fucking match? Go fuck yourself. You didn’t have a problem taking the pinfall on Dickenson when Baumer got involved. You didn’t seem to have a problem when your girlfriend was literally handed a championship without doing jack shit to earn it. But go ahead. Criticize how I won my match. It doesn’t change a goddamned thing because you’re going to have to get into the ring with me and prove you can beat me. If I’m so not at your level, you’re going to be mighty embarrassed when I beat you. Fuck, you’re going to be embarrassed if I even give you a fight. I’m not at your level, you better goddamned put me away in minutes, but you won’t. You can’t. I’m sure you’ll have some sort of excuse though. Don’t think I’ll be like that last number one contender who tucked her tail and left the fed. I’ll be there and I’ll have no problem bashing your motherfucking skull in. Playtime is over. You can consider me not on your level all you want. It’s just going to make it that much sweeter when I beat your ass and take that belt. You better pull up that fucking draw bridge because we’re about to burn down your goddamned Kingdom, bitch.

As “Veteran of Psychic Wars” begins to play again, the Kwonspiracy linger a bit in the ring before they exit and head back up the ramp to the back.
We open up backstage to find one Molly Hatchet standing sideways to the camera against a simple white and blue brick wall. She's dressed in her black and green ring wear, the hood on her vest up. Her head is down, locks of red hair hanging from the opening of the hood, and her taped hands clasped together.

Molly: At Collision #69 a rather heinous crime was perpetrated against myself, Dona Rotten, and Heidi that was allowed to stand. All three of us were cheated... beaten and robbed by a group of people referrin' to themselves as the Kwonspiracy alongside The 2nd City Riot Squad, all for tha' favor of one Lara Bratton, someone I once held in fair esteem and respect who, in that one act of cowardice, threw it all away in a flash.

Slowly her tilts ever so slightly, casting a hard side-eye to the lens before her.

Molly: Everyone who's anyone saw our twitter war over it, where in a fit of anger and rage I poured my heart out to the world and said everythin' on me mind at the time. Tonight I face one of those people that had their way with the three of us, Kan Tai. Good. Grand even. I get a small pound of flesh but I want them all. I want every last one of them lined up before me fer tha' arse beatin' of a lifetime because I know in my heart of hearts, that while they may possess the ability, they lack the actual strength of will to overcome me without help. They cannae' beat me without their numbers and they bloody well know it.

The Ginger Ninja turns to face the camera now, her head tilted slightly sideways with a few strands of hair across her face.

Molly: Kan Tai, ye've had a taste on twitter as you jumped into the fray on social media as well. I told ye' what I thought of ye' and what you and yer pack of cunt-dogs did to me and me friends. Ye' claim a statement was to be made, but if you and yer lot were so damn strong individually and Lara Bratton could handle her business alone, then none of ye' would've needed a fawkin' statement, yeah. Ye'd have let her win on her merit if she was so damn good and have celebrated with her after the match. I'd have probably celebrated her win with you rather than spend the followin' days plottin' you and yer lot's downfall.

She leans in a bit towards the camera.

Molly: If any one of ye' had a fawkin' clue in the tiny hole in yer heads that serves fer a brain, ye'd have chosen a far better time ta' make yer statement than while I was in the ring. I'm not just salty at tha' fact that ye' did it, but that ye' think me so weak that I'd just smile and roll over, letting ya' get away with what ya' did. Maybe other, weaker wrestlers might capitulate and let ye' get away Scot-free, but not this fawkin' Scot.

With intensity burning in those dark eyes, she delivers the go home line.

Molly: FFFFFAWK NO! Not a single fawkin' one of us are gonnae' just let ye' walk away. Like I said on twitter, This bit of collateral damage is going to lead to the absolute ruin of each and every one of ya! I'll not suffer the prosperity of an enemy that works so hard to make themselves mine. Mark me words, Lara Bratton, when tha' time comes, ya' won't be winnin' any championships because along the way I'm gonnae' put a stop to you and yer whole damn gang, startin' tonight with that hypocritical betch, Kan Tai. Oh and Fanny Kan, I know all about how ye' fawk people over in other promotions and how yer words are as double edged as ye' are a two-faced, two-bit lying slag. Anata no sonshitsu wa kon'ya anata no namae ni ōkina haji o motarasu kamo shiremasen.*

Molly then gets face to face with the camera, continuing to speak in perfectly fluent Japanese.

Molly: Anata wa usotsuki de okubyōmonodesu, abazure anata to anata no hazubeki detarame wa jigoku ni iku koto ga dekimasu, abazure!**

She smiles at sweetly at the camera.

Molly: May the best Ginger Win.

The Ginger Ninja steps back and exits stage left.

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...

Roger Arden: FROM ST. FILLIAN'S, PERTHSHIRE, SCOTLAND.... STANDING AT 5' 3" AND WEIGHING IN AT 130 lbs....MMMMMOOOLLLLLYYYYY HHHHAAAATTTCCCCCHHHHHHEEEEETTTTTT!!!!

♫♫♫
I wake up every morning with my head up in a daze
I'm not sure if I should say this, fuck, I'll say it anyway
Everybody tries to tell me that I'm going through a phase
I don't know if it's a phase, I just wanna feel okay, yeah
♫♫♫

The song continues to play as the Kwonspiracy logo flashes across the screen followed by the name of Kan Tai Dark. She steps out onto the stage dressed in black, along with a long black leather robe as the hood hangs down over her eyes. She glances up and then runs down the ramp towards the ring and slides underneath the bottom rope, leaps to her feet and moves over to scale up the turnbuckle and before dropping back the hood of her jacket as the chorus of the song hits.

Roger Arden: Aaaand...her opponent! Accompanied to the ring by Seo-hyung Kwon! Weighing in at 120lbs! From Manhattan, New York! This is...KAN TAI...DARK!!!!

♫♫♫
'Cause I'm about to break down, searching for a way out
I'm a liar, I'm a cheater, I'm a non-believer
I'm a popular, popular monster
I break down, falling into love now with falling apart
I'm a popular, popular monster
♫♫♫

Her face is covered in a black mask, which she removes before hopping down from the turnbuckle and stands in the center of the ring as the music fades.

~DING DING DING~

The match begins with Molly bursting across the ring and coming at Kan with righteous fury and anger in her eyes! Kan seems a bit quicker than her foe, ducking and weaving around fists and feet moving at speeds that blurred ever so slightly, even on NFW's own high resolution cameras! In a flash display, Kan Tai back-bridges to avoid a backfist and hand spring flips away from her with a bit of a flourish. Molly's foe grins impishly and wags her finger, bouncing left to right. Taking a deep breath, Molly slips into a stance and circles her. Kan Tai proceeds to talk filthy trash in Japanese at her but is shocked when Molly fires back in equal measure in her own native tongue. Apparently it provokes a reaction out of her, hopping forward with a spin kick which Molly ducks, catching her from behind with a BIG GINGER SNAP GERMAN SUPLEX that sends her skidding across the canvas!

Kan gets to her feet quickly bit disoriented, opening her up to a running SPIRAL DROPKICK, followed by a standing moonsault and a quick pin, but Kan Tai kicks out. Both get to their feet and Kan dodges a grapple with a cartwheel into a SPINNING BACKFIST that snaps Molly's head to one side, opening her up for THE MIST right in Molly's face! Blinded, she's the perfect target for a jumping cutter and a pin but Molly kicks out at two!

Once more the two get to their feet with a bleary eyed Molly going for a wild swing at a blurry target that turns out to be the referee! The ref ducks the shot but Kan Tai hits a backstabber on a distracted Molly, then rushes to the nearest corner. Vaulting to the top, she watches as Molly gets to her feet, one hand to her back, the other wiping at her eyes. She turns towards the corner right into a Swan-dive dropkick that floors her. Seeing her foe's fast recovery, however, Kan Tai slips through the ropes and onto the apron. As soon as Molly's on her feet, she slingshots up and over with THE MORAL OF THE STORY BUT MOLLY SIDE-JUMPS AND HITS THE GLASGOW KISS!!! Kan Tai flips and flops to the canvas clutching at her forehead in pain!

Molly roars at the top of her lungs with a pump of her fists and a stomp of her foot. As Kan Tai fights to get to her feet, clearly "snockered" from that massive headbutt, The Ginger Ninja runs for the ropes, snaps off and ducks a clothesline attempt by dropping to the canvas with a breakdance spin, lifting her legs, and launching off the canvas with a kip up into a GINGER NINJA-STEINER, flipping her foe to the canvas for a pin attempt but Kan Tai manages to kick out at two and a half!

Molly rolls off her and back onto her feet without missing a beat, running up the nearby corner, crouches down and leaps with a backflip over Kan Tai running right after her! Molly lands behind her, she turns and gets rocked into the corner with THE SPIRAL DROPKICK followed by a back roll to her feet and a SPLASH OF GINGER!! Molly steps back to let Kan Tai stumble forward into a hiptoss into a grounded keylock! Molly wrenches the arm shouting "TAP!!! TAP!!"

Kan Tai screams out and with her free arm, manages to jab Molly in her eye! With a growl of pain, Molly relinquishes the hold, allowing Kan Tai to roll to her feet and follow up with a low orbit dropkick that rocks Molly back in the corner. She then hits a running Facewash Kick that's followed up with several boot scrapes across Molly's forehead until the referee steps into break it up. Kan Tai immediately gets in the referee's face as best she can at her short stature, cursing him out in Japanese out of frustration!

Molly pulls herself up using the ropes, only for Kan Tai to turn and run straight at her with a running double knee strike to the chest! Molly clutches at her chest with a cough, falling to a seat in the corner! Kan takes full advantage of her momentary stun, dropping boots to her in the corner and even choking her with a boot to the throat! Once more the referee steps in and Kan Tai turns towards him cursing him out again. Behind her, Molly pulls herself with an angry look in her eye. Kan backs the Referee up to far corner, the man completely lost in a language barrier. Molly wipes at her mouth and spits a small bit of blood from her mouth on the canvas, then charges full steam ahead.

Showing excellent ring awareness, Kan Tai looks over her shoulder at the last second and then moves out of the way as Molly turns, hits the ropes and drops a WHISKEY BOMB ON THE REFEREE BY ACCIDENT!!!! The Referee drops and Molly looks on in shock! Suddenly she doubles over in pain as Kan kicks her between the legs from behind. Molly drops with a sharp cry of pain, clutching at her nethers while Kan then rolls out of the ring to gather up a steel chair from the time keeper's table!

Molly gets on all fours, wincing in pain as Kan Tai slides under the ropes and rushes in with the steel chair as Molly sits up. She sees her foe coming and reaches up, catching the chair! Molly rises up, boots her in the gut, yanks the chair free from her hands and *FFFFFWWWHHHHAAACCCKT!* bulldozes the side of her head with the chair, sending her spinning to the canvas! Molly then tosses the chair down, gathers Kan Tai up and hits THE HATCHET JOB ON THE STEEL CHAIR!!!

Gathering the Referee by the arm, she drags him over, then falls on top of Kan Tai. Grabbing his hand she lifts and drops it 1-2-3 for the win!!!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! MOLLY...HATCHET!!

Matt Salvatore: That was shady as shit, Nick! She can’t do that!

Nick Hanson: I don’t think she cares at this point, Matt!

With the questionable finish, Molly's music plays and the Ginger Ninja asks for a microphone. It's tossed to her and she brings it straight to her lips. Kan Tai is actually trying to fight her way up, but apparently

Molly: Now Kan Tai, as ya' lay there fightin' ta' get to yer feet, there's someone here who wants ta' meetcha' lass.... I believe you know her as POISON DRAGON DOKUEKI!!!!

"Vordt Of The Boreal Valley" by Motoi Sakuraba sounds over the P/A system. The 5' 8" 160 lbs. Japanese monster steps out on the stage wearing all red attire with black face paint and slicked back black hair as Molly kicks the steel chair away from Kan Tai who dared to reach for it. Molly then drops out of the ring to let the monster do her thing. Dokueki rushes down to the ring, slides in, and Kan Tai tries to get up to run but is so disoriented that she's caught from behind, hoisted up and dropped with THE DRAGON'S LAST DANCE!!!! Kan Tai is laid out unconscious in the middle of the ring. Just as it seems Dokueki is about to do more damage, out comes THE KWONSPIRACY!

Molly immediately slides into the ring with her steel chair in hand, ready to go alongside the Poison Dragon. Jansen Myrrh and Hope Avila reach through the ropes to pull out their unconscious team mate, Dragon reaching for her just a little bit late. Molly, still in possession of a microphone brings it straight to her lips as the two back off, half dragging Kan Tai with them.

Molly: AYE! RUN YA' COWARDS!!!! NOT SO TOUGH WHEN I'VE GOT A CHAIR AND BACKUP ARE YA'?!!!!

Poison just smiles with evil intentions, flicking her tongue across her teeth and raising her arms out at her sides with all the menace in the world she is capable of.

The cameras cut to the backstage area and we are showing a hand being taped up before the camera pulls back to reveal the owner of the hand to be none other than Jacob Striker, already kitted out in his wrestling gear with his ring coat hanging off to one side, humming a tune as his tag team partner walked into the room.

Wil: You ready for tonight, Jacob? I mean tonight is the night that we finally turn things around here, partner!

Jacob: Yeah, I'm ready. I've got my head in the game, I've had some really great advice from Hayate..

Jacob stops when he notices that Wil is now looking around the immediate area for some reason.

Jacob: Who are you looking for?

Wil: Hayate...I am really not in the mood to play Crouching Blackheart, Hidden Fat Ninja tonight.

Jacob simply rolls his eyes and laughs for a moment as he finishes up taping his right hand.

Jacob: It's fine. He's hitting the catering to try and find something that isn't in the same area code as a vegan dish.

Wil nods and then rubs his chin for a moment and then sits down next to his friend and tag team partner, a concerned look on his face.

Wil: So Jacob, things cool between you and Katrina?

Jacob: Yeah, I mean I called her and had a long talk with her after she and Sammi won the tag team titles the other night after I got to the hotel here after Dystopia, why?

Wil: I'm just wanting to make sure that your head is in the right place after the shit you've been going through the last couple of weeks, Jake. I mean you did almost take a couple of peoples' heads off and then there was that stuff last week.

Jacob stops taping up his hand and looks at his partner with a serious look on his face.

Jacob: Look, I'm good and I know that I cost us a couple of matches because of that bullshit with Darius but I've got my head on and after knocking the shit out of Havoc on Sunday helped also. So tonight I'm totally focused and back to being ready to kick ass.

Wil gives his partner a smile and thumps his right shoulder with fist.

Wil: Good, now we got this shit covered even though it's going to be a complete fucking cluster of a match, we've got this shit on lockdown!

Jacob: I know and while it might be a little weird for me to face off against Lash tonight, I’m not letting it get to me because this is going to be fun for him and I.

Wil: You really do have a strange idea of the concept of “fun” there, Jake. I mean you’re teaming with one tag team partner to beat another tag team partner that you’re champions with in another promotion in a series of matches that could land with you facing off against the tag team champions of which your girlfriend is one half of.

Jacob finishes taping up his hand before standing up, grabbing his ring coat and shrugging into it with a broad grin on his face as he looked at Wil.

Jacob: Yeah I know, this is going to be great, isn’t?!

Wil can’t help but blink a couple of times before the two men turn to look at the sound of a door opening before Hayate comes strolling into the room with a rather bemused look of his own on his face.

Hayate: You two ready?

Jacob: Yes, Hayate. Let’s do *THIS*!!!

Jacob looks more than ready as he strides past Hayate but the portly Japanese brawler stops Wil as the “Albert Wesker of Luchadores” is shrugging into his own ring jacket, giving Hayate a confused look.

Hayate: ”Crouching Blackheart, Hidden Fat Ninja”?

Wil simply blinks at the question and then slowly nods in return to which Hayate simply pats Wil on the chest.

Hayate: Would tell you to not quit day job, but then who would fetch beers for Sammi?

Hayate gives Wil another broad smile before he turns and leaves the locker room, leaving a slightly bewildered Wil behind before his expression turns into one of complete and utter shock.

Wil: MOTHER...

The screen then shifts back to the commentary table.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a six person tag match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

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”

Three spotlights come on at the top of the stage and there stands Christina, Lilith, and Danni behind them. Danni has her back to the crowd and on the ring jacket she has on for this occasion, it has OGBF on the back. She turns around as Christina and Lilith stand up and the spotlights appear on the ramp.

"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"

Roger Arden: At a combined weight of 343 lbs, Christina Olson, Lilith Meadows, and Danni Anderson. They are Bloody Fairytale!

The three make their way down the ramp, Christina on one side, and Danni on the other slapping the hands of the fans as they make their way down. They make it to the ring and Lilith walks up the steps to the ring apron as Danni hops up on one side and Christina on the other. The three women look at each other and climb inside the ring. Lilith gets down on the mat as Danni and Christina stand behind her. Lilith holds out her arms as Danni puts one hand on her left shoulder and Christina a hand on her right shoulder. The lights go down and come on and the three women stand there in the middle of the ring with just their gear on and their jackets gone before they walk over to their corner to start discussing last minute strategy.

Roger Arden: Their opponents….

“Killing in the Name” by Rage Against the Machine starts playing over the sound system as the lights begin to slowly go in and out. As the hook begins, the lights come on fully and Jed Coffey is standing at the top of the entrance with his arms folded.

Killing in the name of

The fans immediately begin to boo the man as they know the rest of the Second City Riot Squad contingent is not far behind.

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz arrive from out behind Coffey on either side. Diaz is sporting her typical red and black half lucha mask as Leah has a black bandana covering her face from the nose down and a backward baseball cap pulling her hair back. After posing at the top of the entrance, the trio start to make their way towards the ring, ignoring the heat they are receiving from the fans.

Ugh!
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of

Jed Coffey is the first one up on the apron. He sits on the middle rope as both Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz enter the ring. He fist bumps both his SCRS mates before standing and waiting on the apron.

~DING DING DING~

Christina and Leah were the members of the two teams to start things off. The action was hard hitting between the two ladies who both looked like they had something to prove to each other. Christina came at Leah, throwing hands and Leah was returning the favor, but the moment Christina wanted to try and pick the pace of the match up, she was stopped dead in her tracks as she was caught by Leah and dropped with a roundhouse kick. Christina immediately rolled to her corner where she tagged Lilith into the match. Lilith came in, a scowl on her face, that look of focus and anger we saw last week from her. She went right after Leah as she got the woman in a waistlock before picking her up and dropping Leah down face first onto the mat and transitioning into a side headlock before grabbing Leah by the arm and trying for a Fujiwara armbar, but Leah was able to get to the ropes and force the break. Leah reached out and tagged Layla into the ring. Layla came in and Lilith had a tough time slowing her down. Layla would deliver a headscissors takedown and Lilith would get to her corner where she’d tag Danni into the match as the crowd began a “Welcome back” chant for the woman.

Danni came in and it looked like she hadn’t missed a beat in the ring. Danni and Layla were going back and forth with each other. Danni was able to deliver a shotgun dropkick that sent Layla into the Bloody Fairytale corner before Lilith and Christina took her legs out and Danni came charging in with a cannonball senton. She then reached up and tagged Chrsitina into the match. Christina then tagged Lilith who came in and tagged Danni back into the ring. Christina picked Layla up feeding her to Lilith who delivers a German suplex with a bridge before Christina uses the ropes to springboard off and deliver a moonsault with Danni finishing things off with standing moonsault for a pin and only getting a two count. From there, Danni would pick Layla up and go for Over The Rainbow, but Layla was able to avoid it and deliver a basement dropkick to the knees of Danni as she got up. Layla would make the tag to Jed and he would come in, but not before Danni could tag Christina into the match. The two of them went at it for a little bit before the crowd started buzzing and Molly O’Hatherine, Dona Rotten, and Dokueki hit the ring and went right after Leah, Layla, and Jed.

~DING DING DING~

The referee immediately calls for the bell as the six of them are brawling. You can see the look of disappointment on the faces of Danni and Lilith as the match was called. Christina though, you could see a look of anger on her face. The six of them brawled out to the floor and through the crowd and up the ramp out of sight as the team of Bloody Fairytale are left in the ring, trying to figure out what just happened.

Nick Hanson: Oh boy, Christina looks pissed right now.

Matt Salvatore: I would be too. Molly, Dona, and Dokueki just cost them a match.

After the match, Christina and Lilith are seen walking the hallways. Christina fuming at what had just happened in their match. She storms down the hallway, Lilith trying to keep up with her.

Christina Olson: Hatchet! Where the fuck are you?!

Christina walks up to a random production guy backstage and slams him up against the wall and looks him right in the eyes.

Christina Olson: Where the fuck is Hatchet and her little gang of bitches at?!

Production worker: I… I haven’t seen them!

Christina lets go of the man, straightening out his shirt as she nods her head before reaching back and cold cocking him with a right hand before she feeds him to Lilith who delivers a Tiger Suplex to him on the floor. She stands up and brushes herself off before she gets up beside Christina who reaches out, grabbing the cameraman and pulling him in closer to them.

Christina Olson: Hatchet and bitches, we don’t appreciate people getting involved in our shit. Especially when it costs us the fucking match! Boo fucking hoo, so you got your ass beat last week. Suck it the fuck up, fight these little cocksuckers on your own fucking time. Tonight, you made two more fucking enemies on top of the ones you already had coming into tonight.

Lilith now grabs the camera and shifts it so she’s in better view.

Lilith Meadows: I was willing to let it go, Molly. Willing to let you move onto whatever pipedream you had of revenge on a group of people. I was ready to focus on climbing to the top of the tag team division again with Christina. You though, you just can’t stay out of my business. First it was making me tap into my anger and darkness over what you did, now though, it’s not about just that anymore. Tonight you cost my dear friend, Danni Anderson a chance to come back from injury and have her moment in the sun. Tonight you ruined her return to the ring alongside us. Tonight, you didn’t just anger me, you angered Christina too. And I’m sure Danni isn’t much happier than we are right now for what you and your little gang of wannabes did tonight. We have a challenge for you though.

Christina now takes the camera and focuses it back on her as she gets right up into the camera.

Christina Olson: For any of you too dumb to understand Lilith, you said y’all are gonna regret gettin involved in our business. Tell you what though, pick one of your little cunts to team with next week and meet us in the middle of the fuckin ring and we’ll put an ass whoopin on y’all. And to make things a little more fun, let’s make it no disqualification. What do you say, you Scottish bitch?

And with that, Lilith rips the camera away from the cameraman and points it right at him before Christina comes into the shot and delivers a superkick to him right under the jaw and he falls, unconscious before Lilith lays the camera down and all we see is the man laying there as the two of them laugh.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is a tag team, qualifying match! The winning team will choose one member to go onto the Triple Threat Finals for a chance to face the Tag Team Champions at Ascension! Introducing first!

"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.

Roger Arden: Their opponents….

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: 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!!

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings and it's Green starting things off against Jacob Striker. The fans begin a rhythmic clap as the two circle briefly before locking up. Striker reeled Keiji into a cravate, really yanking back on the neck and shoulders. Keiji finally managed to wriggle free and convert into an arm wringer, reeling Jacob into a harsh back elbow which rocked him. Holding onto the arm wringer, Keiji dragged Striker into SACTAP's corner and tagged in Red and Striker was sent ropeward, eating a double Japanese arm drag before the ref was finally able to order Keiji out. Lash seized the chance to put some hurt on Jacob with a modified Indian deathlock, yet Jacob easily kicked him away. Both men kipped up in the fighting stance and the sequence was warmly received by the fans. Lock up, and Lash rocked Jacob with a harsh european uppercut! Jacob touched a hand to his lip, seemingly tasting blood before responding in kind, Lash falling back into Dark Circle's corner and falling victim to a double onslaught of kicks, punches and elbows before Jacob tagged in Wil, who wasted zero time unleashing brutal kicks all over Lash's body as he struggled to his feet.

Wil hauled Lash out of the corner and up to a vertical base, and hooked an arm over his shoulder, launching him up for a vertical suplex. INAZUMA SUPLEX SPE..no! Lash got the crowd hot again as he broke free and landed on his feet behind Wil, reeling him in and landing an arm trap neckbreaker! Cover!

ONE

TWO

Pin attempt broken up by a stomp from Striker who argues with the ref as he's eventually ordered out. Lash tries to drag Wil back up, but he's met with a targeted series of elbows and forearms, dropping him to a knee. Devastating downward chop echoed through the arena and left Lash clutching his chest. Wil took advantage, dragging Lash back up and tagging in Jacob who launched at Lash with a springboard forearm smash before going for a quick cover.

ONE

T..

Kick out by Donohue! Striker seemed a little peeved as he stood and launched at Keiji with a dropkick, knocking him off the apron and hitting Lash with a moonsault in the same motion - JOKER EXTREME! Cover!

ONE

TWO

Kick out by Lash! Striker grimaces as he hauls Lash to his feet, staggering him with a forearm blow and Lash fell face down, Keiji getting back onto the apron in the background. As Jacob Striker went to haul Lash up once more, the fans explode with laughter as he finds himself blindsided by a face full of craft glue! Lash swings Jacob around and a "DUN DUN!!" resounds from the speakers as Keiji pimp slaps him with a handful of glitter! Crime and punishment!

The fans are hysterical as Jacob staggered around blindly, his face covered in craft glue and glitter. Lash has an invisible fishing rod and he's slowly 'reeling' Jacob in as the fans laugh some more, before Red leaps up and takes him down with a flying snapmare into SACTAP'S corner and tags in Keiji!

Keiji gets in and strokes his chin as he watches Striker struggle to get up. He hauls Jacob to his feet but Jacob angrily unleashed forearms, elbows, kicks and palm strikes before trying for a european uppercut to cap it off, but he missed and Keiji took advantage with a Yakuza kick, sending him reeling, though unfortunately, close enough for Pierce to tag himself in, leaping over the top rope, letting out a roar and turning Keiji inside out with a lariat! Cover!

ONE

TWO

TH..

Keiji *just* got a shoulder up and Wil seemed FURIOUS. He got back up, getting right in the ref's face and screaming at him about what he perceived as a slow count. He didn't realise that Keiji was back to his feet, also seemingly with an invisible fishing rod! Lash slyly stepped into the ring as Keiji tapped Jacob on the shoulder and then quickly reeled him into the lightning spiral formation! Lash speedily triangle dropkicked Striker off the apron before coming back and landing the flipping neckbreaker on Pierce! KEY TO THE CITY!! Keiji with the cover!

ONE

TWO

THREE!!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners!!! KEIJI SUGIWARA...LASH DONOHUE...SACTAP!!!!

Nick Hanson: And Donohue and Sugiwara come out with a victory tonight in Luthor Callaway’s Tag Team Contest! Now they just have to decide who’s going to participate in the Triple Threat match on April 14th!

Matt Salvatore: I hope, whoever it is, they don’t wear that stupid SACTAP costume. Who designed those things, anyway?

We cut backstage again, once more seeing Lilith Meadows and Christina Olson of Bloody Fairytale as they come out of their locker room, showered up and changed out of their ring gear. Both women suddenly stop and the camera pans a bit to the side. The crowd in the arena can be heard going “oooooooh” as General Manager, Luthor Callaway stands there with a team of security guards. Not happy.

Luthor Callaway: Are you two that inconsiderate or just fucking stupid?

Christina and Lilith look irritated and start to respond but Luthor stops them with his finger coming up.

Luthor Callaway: Don’t answer that. Turn right around. Go into your locker room. Get your bags. Get the fuck out of the arena and don’t come back at all tonight. Don’t worry about your fines. They’ll be docked right outta your next checks. Now go!

Christina and Lilith look at each other like “seriously?” Lilith shrugs and Christina rolls her eyes, laughing as the two go back into their locker rooms to do just as they were told. Luthor Callaway just stands there for a moment before turning to the security guards.

Luthor Callaway: I want them out of here in five minutes. Make it happen.

He fumes as he steps past them and walks off down the hallway, angrily.

Matt Salvatore: He just threw Bloody Fairytale from the building!

Nick Hanson: Can’t say they don’t deserve it! They assaulted a camera man! He’s just enforcing Commissioner Brody’s law!

The shot cuts back to ringside then, preparing for the main event.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall and is your main event!

The pounding drumbeat of Blue Oyster Cult’s “Veteran of Psychic Wars” jumpstarts the crowd and that immediately turns to boos as the Kwonspiracy logo appears on the screen, flashing in time to the drumbeat. As the synthesizer hits, Seo-hyung Kwon leads out Kwonspiracy members, Jansen Myrrh and Hope Avila.

♫♫♫
You're seeing now a veteran of a thousand psychic wars,
I've been living on the edge so long, where the winds of Limbo roar.
And I'm young enough to look at,
And far old to see, all the stars are on the inside.
I'm not sure that there's anything left to me
♫♫♫

Roger Arden: Introducing first! At a combined weight of 316lbs! Being accompanied to the ring by Seo-hyung Kwon! “The New Universal Superstar” Hope Avila...and…”Ms. Myrrhder” Jansen Myrrh. They represent...THE KWON...SPIRACY!!!

They march down towards the ring and split off as Kwon takes the steps up and gets into the ring. Jansen and Hope enter the ring in their usual manner as the chorus of the song hits.

♫♫♫
Don't let these shakes go on!
It's time we had a break from it,
It's time we had some leave.
We've been living in a place,
We've been eating up our brains.
Oh please don't let these shakes go on!
♫♫♫

The music cuts out as Kwon and the Kwonspiracy members take up one corner with Kwon directing them.

Meanwhile….

The lights go dim and the “BEHOLD THE KINGDOM” banner fills the video wall as Diamante’s “Sound Of Us” explodes through the speakers. The curtain immediately parts as Jasmine Matthews and Sativa Nevaeh come walking out onto the stage.

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

Jasmine with her short hooded cloak and the Silver Mountain Championship glimmering around her waist, taunts the crowd, making sure her walk accentuates her “assets.” She’s joined as Sativa Nevaeh walks out in her entrance gear, staring hard down at the ring from behind her breathalyzer mask. She stops on the stage, unclasps and raises the World Heavyweight Championship over her head to the booing crowd. The two make their way down the ramp, approaching the ring.

Roger Arden: Their opponents! At a combined weight of 267lbs! Representing The Kingdom! They are...the NFW Silver Mountain Champion...JASMINE “THE FANGED ROSE” MATTHEWS...and...the NFW World Heavyweight Champion…”DARTH GANJA”...SATIVA...NEVAEH!!!!

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

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

The Kingdom members reach the ring, entering as they always do, during singles contests. Jasmine comes up onto her knees, unclasping and raising her title up over her head with a sinister sneer on her lips as Sativa then comes down from the turnbuckle to stand behind her, raising her belt so they’re side by side each other while her other arm goes around Jasmine’s neck. As the song fades out, they move to their corner, removing their entrance attire and handing their belts off.

~DING DING DING~

After both teams decided on who would start things off, it was Jasmine Matthews and Hope Avila kicking the match off. Things started off slow with Jasmine “introducing” herself to the new arrivals of NFW, as the Queen of the Kingdom. That is to say, she got right up into Hope’s face and started talking trash; her body language telling Hope that she saw her as beneath her and nothing more. Hope Avila wasn’t having it and started jawjacking right back at the Fanged Rose, sticking a finger up in her face and mockingly brushed something off of Jasmine’s shoulder to which Jasmine pie faced the young rookie with more trash talk. Hope came right back with an elbow smash to the jaw. Jasmine put a hand to her jaw, smiling sadistically then went to throw a shot back but feigned and kicked Hope in the midsection. Jasmine quickly took control in the opening of the match, laying into the luchadore with stiff MMA strikes from her elbows and knees. It wasn’t too long before she threw Hope into the Kingdom’s corner and continued to dismantle her but when Sativa asked for a tag, Jasmine didn’t even hesitate in her assault, pulling Hope from the corner to continue her attack. The commentary remarked how Jasmine’s behavior was odd before she threw Hope into the corner and - in a manner more like herself - proceeded to sensually grind against the floored rookie, getting her pelvis dangerously close to the masked woman’s face with a suggestive look on her own as she looked at the fans. She crossed the ring then and came running back for something big but Jansen Myrrh crossed over to that corner and was waiting with just a big, stiff right hand that stopped Jasmine in her tracks. This gave Hope Avila enough time to get to her feet, climb to the top rope and hit a diving Hurricanrana to the Silver Mountain Champion.

From there, Hope Avila began to show the world what she could do in the ring, coming at Jasmine Matthews with stiff strikes and highflying luchadore tactics. For someone still somewhat green in the ring, she moved fluently and impressively as she kept Jasmine Matthews on her toes with a headscissor takedown, followed by a quick Quebrada to the outside once she got Jasmine out of the ring. When it was time to tag Jansen Myrrh in, Hope Avila did so immediately, and took a breather while Ms. Myrrhder went right for the classic dirty tricks in the book to keep Jasmine under their control. Hair pulling, thumb to the eyes, and foot chokes in the corner. Still, Jasmine refused to tag out to Sativa and, instead, pushed on as best as she could. She started to get some shots in on Jansen Myrrh then but having run the entire match alone up to this point, the Fanged Rose was quickly becoming worn down. Jansen and Hope continued to quick tag one another back and forth to keep a competitor in the ring. Seo-hyung Kwon looked on with pride on her face at how well her team was working together. Hope Avila was back in the ring, dishing more punishment out to Jasmine Matthews when she ended up whipping her into The Kingdom’s corner. Jasmine slammed into the turnbuckle and slumped down to the floor, starting to feel the wear on basically going 1 on 2. This time, however, Sativa Nevaeh wasted no time and threw herself over the top rope, gripping the tag rope and leaned down to slap Jasmine on the shoulder. TAG IN!! The crowd exploded as Sativa Nevaeh jumped into the ring and ran under an attempt at a lariat from Hope and crossed the ring like a bat out of hell, clipping Jansen Myrrh with a European Uppercut to knock her off the apron and to the floor. Hope Avila tried to rush Sativa from behind but the World Champion was quick on her toes and dropped her with a spinning heel kick.

With the World Champion fresh in the ring now, Sativa Nevaeh proceeded to really lay into Hope Avila, savagely dishing out her own stiff strikes to the young woman. Meanwhile, while Jansen Myrrh was trying to get back up on the apron, Sativa kept taking pot shots at the woman to knock her back down to the floor. Meanwhile, Jasmine Matthews recovered on the apron and was eagerly asking for a tag back in from Sativa. When Sativa finally went to tag her partner back in, however, Jansen Myrrh finally made it into the ring and hit Sativa with a double axe handle from behind. This brought Jasmine Matthews into the ring, causing all four competitors to break into a big brawl. Tried as the referee did, he was unable to get the match under control, therefore he finally called for the bell, throwing the match out.

~DING DING DING~

With the four brawling in the ring, the crowd erupted as the remnants of both groups came spilling out to the ring. Lluvia Cane and Morgan Payne slid into the ring to grab Sativa Nevaeh and Jasmine Matthews. Kan Tai, Lara Bratton, Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz all swarmed on Jansen and Hope with the two sides pulling their members apart. This led to a standoff between the four Kingdom members and five Kwonspiracy members. Words started getting tossed around and Sativa Nevaeh stepped forward, getting up in the face of Lara Bratton. During the exchange, Sativa visibly told her “bitch, you ain’t shit!” She shoved Lara back and then it happened. Lara Bratton swung but Sativa Nevaeh evaded. Instead, Lara NAILED Jasmine Matthews! Sativa instantly snapped and jumped on Lara, starting to throw shots. As the Kwonspiracy moved in to try and separate them again, Morgan Payne looked at Jasmine and Lluvia, shrugged, and stuck Jansen Myrrh in the side of the face with a flat out right hook! The two sides exploded into a brawl with a bloody nosed Jasmine seeing red as she went wild again, this time, pairing off with Kan Tai as the two spilled out onto the floor. Lluvia hit Hope Avila with a takedown and the two started throwing shots on the mat, also spilling onto the floor. Morgan Payne and Jansen Myrrh - the muscle of either group - got into a straight up slugfest while Sativa Nevaeh was inadvertently left with Lara Bratton, Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz.

Nick Hanson: This has all gotten out of hand, Matt! The rest of the Kingdom’s got their hands full but Sativa’s still outnumbered!

Matt Salvatore: And Bloody Fairytale’s been ejected from the building! Wait a damn minute! What the hell?!

The crowd suddenly exploded into a pop as the curtain burst open and MOE RENHUAN came sprinting to the ring. Jeans. T-shirt. Sneakers. Kendo stick. She made a beeline for the ring, slid in and started swinging for the fences at Leah and Layla, backing them out of the ring. She only took a second then to consider her options before she hit the ropes and came across the ring, diving over the ropes for a Tope Suicide onto Second City Riot Squad. This finally left Lara Bratton and Sativa Nevaeh alone in the ring for the first time where the two began to throw words back at each other before it exploded into another brawl.

Matt Salvatore: This is friggin insane, Nick! I love it though!

Nick Hanson: Easy for you to say! We need security out here!

As the brawling continues, suddenly black rose petals fall from the ceiling upon them like rain, the fall confined only for in the ring and at ringside. The fall is thick, leaving the entire ring turned from white to a canvas of black petals as both factions look around and back and forth at each other, absolutely baffled as is Seo-hyung Kwon, at ringside. Suddenly they hear over the house P/A....

BLACK VULTURES CIRCLING THA... SSSSKKKKKKKYYYYYYYY!!!!!!

"Black Vultures" by Halestorm plays over the P/A. The trio look on in confusion in all directions as strobe effects play along with the music but no one exits the entrance arch. Then all of a sudden, it stops and the lighting returns to normal. The Tron screen reads across the screen....

"THE END IS NIGH."

And then the entire arena blacks out, plunging them into darkness and chaos as the show cuts to a close.....