NFW Collision #71 - Chicago, IL! 04/07/2020!

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We’re here in Chicago, Illinois at NFW’s very own arena, the Collision Center! We hope you’ve been staying safe during these hard times, lately. Small crowd here, only about 1,500 to 2,000 people I believe but the show must go on and we do it for all of you!

Matt Salvatore: We do our best, definitely, Nick. I can’t say I’ve ever witnessed anything like this in my lifetime but as you can see, the world’s still pushing on. Some brands are running empty arenas. Not us. We’re taking our precautions, yes. Two seats between the fans, families sit together. We wanna give the fans something to enjoy and take their minds off of things while all of this goes on.

Nick Hanson: And we got a stacked card tonight to do so, Matt. Things have been pretty hellacious between The Kwonspiracy and Molly O’Hatherine’s Hatchet Clan, she calls it. Well, last week, the Kingdom got mixed up in the fight and so we have our main event. Lara Bratton - new Number One Contender to the World Heavyweight Championship, held by Sativa Nevaeh - will take on the Cherokee Princess, Lluvia Cane.

Matt Salvatore: You know Sativa Nevaeh has held onto that championship for almost a year? She’s catching up to my daughter’s record.

Nick Hanson: That bother you?

Matt Salvatore: Not at all. Nevaeh’s a fighter. She deserves that title but Lara Bratton sees it differently. She’ll have the opportunity to let Sativa know how she feels at Ascension on April 28th but first she’s gotta get through Lluvia, tonight.

Nick Hanson: We’ve also got more Kingdom versus Kwonspiracy action, tonight. Another qualifying match for the Tag Team Title number one contender’s triple threat next week. Bloody Fairytale takes on Second City Riot Squad. Then our other qualifier, Mercy & Sin will take on Onslaught.

Matt Salvatore: Danni Anderson returns to singles action tonight, as well! She’ll be taking on a guest to the roster. She came to help Molly Hatchet against Kwonspiracy. She’s had some history with Kan Tai, whom we understand is not here tonight. She’s dealing with some health issues, we’re told, but Danni’s opponent tonight. The Poison Dragon, Dokueki. She hits hard and she takes no shit. I can’t wait for that one.

Nick Hanson: That and so much more, Matt! Let’s not waste any time! These fans came here for action, so let’s give it to them!
The camera shifts from the ringside area to the backstage to find the Kingdom in their locker room all gathered and preparing for the night to come. Moe was standing with Morgan talking while one half of the best tag team in the world was in the corner getting their bag situated while Mary and Lluvia talked near the door to the bathroom in the corner.

Jasmine was seated near the center of the room with her legs crossed at the thigh, her heel tapping and her eyes focused on the door.

Nick Hanson: "And here we go again."

Matt Salvatore: "You behave yourself. These girls are where the buck stops here and we all know it."

Nick Hanson: "Knowing it and liking it are two different things."

Matt Salvatore: "You don't have to like it anymore than anyone else does. All you have to do is accept it."

Jasmine suddenly shifted and her gaze shifted down to her jeans. Fishing out her phone from her pocket she glanced down at it, while above them the lights flickered for a moment. For the breifest of seconds while it did it appeared a figure was standing in the bathroom behind the group. Dressed in all black with their head downcast, but when the flicker stopped the room was empty again.

Mary and Lluvia both looked up from their conversation to Jasmine as she stared down at her phone.

Nick Hanson: "...Did you...."

Matt Salvatore: "Did I what?"

Nick Hanson: "Did you see that? Someone was in the bathroom...."

Matt Salvatore: "There's no one there Matt. You need your eyes checked."

Sativa Nevaeh: "Problems?"

Jasmine Matthews: "Mmmm. Maybe."

Lluvia Cane: "What's going on?"

Jasmine Matthews: "Lil just sent me a text. Said she's near the trainers office and to come quick."

Christina's head snapped up and she rose from her bag and immediately made for the door. Jasmine motioned with the others for them to join her. It was Morgan who stopped at the door and turned back to face the Queen.

Morgan Payne: "You gon be a’ight?"

Jasmine Matthews: "Of course. Check on the Faerie."

Morgan gave one little nod and left to follow the others leaving Jasmine alone in the room. As the camera was about to fade out and back to the ringside area the lights flickered again, this time the figure in the shadows was clear as day. It was standing in the doorway of the bathroom.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Ayumi Nakamura’s “Become The Wind” plays throughout the arena as Caine Marik steps out from the curtain and makes his way to the ring. He’s all business as usual, no showboating, no playing to the crowd. He climbs into the ring under the top rope and paces around in his corner.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Salem, Massachusetts! Weighing in at 225 pounds! The Black Swan. CAINE...MARIK!!!!

The Sudden Blare of Guitar shreds through the air as the opening chords to "Out of The Black" by Royal Blood plays, and when the song kicks into gear Edgar Malcovich enters the arena in his wrestling gear, plus a sleeveless pullover hoodie. At his side are Dona Rotten and Alice Chambers, whom has only been briefly seen and not since her assistance to Cherry Addams back during the Japan tour.

Roger Arden: "Accompanied by Dona Rotten and Alice Chambers! From Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 242lbs, he is 'The Filthy Angel" Edgar… MALCOVICH!"

Eddy walks down to the ring, no taunting or extra dramatics, maybe interacting with a fan or two as he circles the ring like a hungry predator before sliding in and running over to the ropes. He dead stops at the ropes and pulls down his hood, slitting his throat with his thumb while leaving against the top rope.

~DING DING DING~

With the referee going for the bell, Marik wasted absolutely no time in doubling Eddy over with a toe kick before laying into him with an MMA-style flurry and then taking him down with a cross arm breaker. Arrogant cover with a deliberate choke and a boo from the crowd by Marik, Eddy getting the shoulder up quick. Marik mounted and once more, began laying into Malcovich with an MMA flurry, yet the crowd got on his side when Eddy caught a punch and used it as the catalyst to counter, laying into Marik and beating him into near unconsciousness with an MMA punch flurry of his own!

Eddy kept up with the punches as he dragged an increasingly groggy Marik back up and sent him for an irish whip, trying to capitalize with a running european uppercut, yet Marik was able to sidestep and avoid. Harsh lariat takes Poe down! Cape fear wrist clutch inside cradle and a two count. Marik seized a leg, taunting the fans as he motioned for his patented Slayton Crab, yet Eddy was able to kick him away and break free, both men getting to their feet!

Marik snarled as Malcovich used the ropes to stand, seemingly unsteadily. Marik looked to be sending Poe for an irish whip, yet he yanked him back in with a ripcord and threw a Koppu kick - Eddy telegraphed it, hooking the leg and hoisting Marik up into a fireman's carry - THE PENANCE STARE! Marik bounced off as he ate all of it!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! EDDY...MALCOVICH!!!

Nick Hanson: Welcome back to the Filthy Angel of NFW!

Matt Salvatore: There can be only one, Nick! And here he is! Absolutely dominant!

As Eddy’s music continues to play in the ring, he stirs the crowd up as both Dona and Alice enter the ring to congratulate him. They both give him a deep, congratulatory kiss right on the mouth...and then lip lock each other!

Nick Hanson: Whoa now!

Matt Salvatore: Well goddamn, Eddy!

The camera again sends the feed to the back and once again it catches sight of the Kingdom. This time the group comes around the corner with Lilith with them, the little blonde woman looking more than a little confused.

Lilith Meadows: "I swear I didn't send any text...I was just getting something to eat...."

Sativa Nevaeh: "Jasmine said she got a text from you...."

Morgan fell in line beside Mary and Lilith looking back and forth between the two.

Morgan Payne: "You don't think she was...trynna get rid of us...do ya?"

Sativa bit her lip in concern and sped up as the group walked. Jasmine's stranger behavior was now front and center in her mind.

Matt Salvatore: "...Someone lured the Kingdom out..."

Nick Hanson: "Who would even do that?!"

Matt Salvatore: "No one smart!"

Nick Hanson: "Are we still gonna pretend you didn't see anything in that room?!"

When the group finally reaches the final corner they round it and find the entire hallway is destroyed. Tables overturned. The walls were cracked in some places, as if someone had hit them full force. Above their heads the lights flickered strangely. In one of the tables near the end of the hallway was a woman with red hair, blue jeans and black boots. She was lying on her stomach half in, and half out of the broken table motionless.

Lilith Meadows: "JAZZY!"

Sativa Nevaeh: "JASMINE!"

The group ran the length of the hallway with Moe and Lluvia throwing the pieces of the table from atop the Queen. She was lying face down, a small pool of blood beneath her head. Morgan and Lilith gently placed their hands on Jasmine's shoulder and rolled her to her back. Her arm flopped limply to the side as she rolled to her back and the group all collectively gasped.

Matt Salvatore: "Someone attacked Jasmine! Again!"

Nick Hanson: "Oh this looks bad...."

Matt Salvatore: "The audacity!"

Nick Hanson: "They lured the kingdom away to get Jasmine alone...."

Matt Salvatore: "What is that on her face....?"

The camera came in just enough to see a piece of painted black cardboard covering Jasmine's face. The steel gleam of the staples that had been brutally stabbed into the woman's pale flesh shined in the light and on the front of it was painted the words "FEEL MY PAIN" in Jasmine's blood. Morgan quickly hugged Lilith to her and Sativa palmed her hand over the camera lens.

Lluvia Cane: "CAN WE GET SOME HELP OUT HERE!?"

Was all that was heard before the scene shifts away again
We are live backstage with Josh Davidson who is standing by.

Josh Davidson: Please welcome my guest at this time, a member of the Kwonspiracy, “Ms. Myrrhder” Jansen Myrrh.

Jansen Myrrh steps into view, looking a tad annoyed and ready to wrestle.

Josh Davidson: Since your debut two weeks ago, the Kwonspiracy has made quite the splash in NFW, yet people aren’t quite sold on the unit.

Jansen turns her head to him, looking at him as if he’s stupid or something.

Jansen Myrrh: Is that some sort of question? I didn’t even hear a fucking question but if you wanna comment, then I can most certainly comment on that. You see, I don’t give a shit what people are ‘sold on’ in this company or out in that arena. I don’t give a shit about the Kingdom. I don’t give a shit about some trash panda team. I don’t give a shit about bloated Molly Hatchet. I certainly don’t give a shit about Jasmine Matthews. You know what I do give a shit about? Fucking championships and money. You see, I’m here to achieve the one thing that has eluded me so far. The World Championship. If I gotta use Matthews and her Silver Mountain Championship as a goddamned stepping stone to the big belt, then so be it. I tried to play nice early in my career and all it got me was walked over. So I ain’t playing nice no more. As far as the Kwonspiracy goes, Leah and I go way back. Lara and I are family. I hand chose Hope to be a part of this team and Leah chose Layla. Kan Tai rounds out this crew and with Kwon leading the way, there isn’t a person: man, woman or child or any motherfucking faction that can beat us, break us or send us packing.

Josh Davidson: Let’s talk about your match tonight with Morgan Payne…

Jansen Myrrh: Oh, let’s talk about that. This Jansen Myrrh wanna be wants to call me out on Twitter and take cheap shots at me in the ring. It’s all good. She wants a fight and I love me a fight. So, we’re going to go in there and just maul one another until one of us can’t maul no more. Ain’t going to be no wristlocks here today. It’s gonna be unbridled pummelling and when it’s all said and done, it’ll be one more notch in the belt of the Kwonspiracy. Pretty soon, folks are going to get the idea of who’s really running things around here. So Payne, bring what you got because whatever it is, you ain’t leaving with it. You’ll be lucky not to get carried out on a stretcher when I’m done with you, bitch.

Jansen storms off the set as Josh watches her leave and the scene fades.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

♫♫♫
Bet you think you get the picture
Bitch, you don't know how good I treat ya
Shake it off, this pride and glory
You dig up so many stories
Oh, you're so under the thumb
Four fingers form a knuckle sandwich
Try my blood, it's just a starter
No one tastes like me, yeah
♫♫♫

The fans boo as the Kwonspiracy logo appears on the screen.

♫♫♫
I'm pretty like a car crash
Ugly as a lullaby
You really wanna try it
Experiment on me
♫♫♫

Jansen Myrrh's name comes across the screen as her music continues to play. Jansen Myrrh finally steps out of the shadows as she carries her pool cue stick with her. She glances from one side of the arena to the next and then just shakes her head in disgust as behind her. She finally strides down towards the ring. She’s dressed to wrestle with the addition of a leather jacket. She steps up into the ring, sets her cue stick in the corner before she moves from one side of the ring to the next and flips off the crowd and shakes her head until she finally removes her jacket and tosses it out of the ring and walks to her corner as her theme fades.

Roger Arden: Introducing first! Accompanied by Seo-hyung Kwon! From Denver, Colorado! Representing Kwonspiracy! Weighing in at 171 pounds! She is Ms. Myrrhder...JANSEN...MYRRH!!!

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: Here opponent! From The Burgh! Representing The Kingdom! Weighing in at 130 pounds! 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.

The music hadn't even faded, let alone the referee getting a chance to call for the bell, as Jansen Myrrh doesn't waste a split second.

~DING DING DING~

Myrrh bum rushes Payne with a rapid succession of punches all around the face, and Morgan retaliates with a snarl and a double leg takedown before unleashing a brutal windmill flurry of punches of her own! The crowd gets behind this as Myrrh catches hand after hand and is able to finally parry a blow, using the momentum to mount Morgan, grab handfuls of hair and repeatedly slam the back of her head into the mat, before Morgan is able to kick Myrrh off of her and break free! Myrrh is the first to get up, sending Morgan Payne barrel rolling halfway across the ring with a vicious punt kick to the ribs, and following it up with a callous thrust kick to the side of the head, knocking Morgan onto her back. The fans BOOO as Jansen Myrrh simply stepped onto the head of Morgan and applied her weight, the referee admonishing Myrrh as Morgan's legs flayed angrily. Myrrh is forced to back up and Morgan shakes the cobwebs, getting back to her feet.

Myrrh immediately seized Payne in a headlock and tried to transition into a hair pull slam, yet Morgan locked her legs in and held her ground before nailing Myrrh with an impromptu Ouchi Gari takedown and transitioning into an ankle lock! Myrrh immediately cried out with the pain, yet was luckily able to kick Payne off her with the free leg. Both women to their feet, and Morgan rushing her with a flying clothesline, yet Jansen Myrrh picked her out of thin air with her patented LARIAT FROM HELL, Morgan gets turned inside out! Cover by Myrrh and a close two count, yet Morgan seems barely functional as Myrrh easily drags her back to her feet, getting a go-behind and launching Morgan for a high back suplex! Myrrh maintains hold of the waist, and Morgan is dumped with yet another high back suplex! The crowd is BOOOing Myrrh as she snarls, hoisting Morgan to her feet once more..

Halfway up, the crowd volume really boosted as Morgan broke free, tumbled out of the high back suplex and landed deftly behind her. Muay Thai spinning elbow, Myrrh is down to a knee! Morgan capitalises with a downward elbow to the crown of the head, Myrrh slumps face down. Cover and VERY close two count by Payne. Myrrh is practically out on her feet as Morgan easily managed to haul her back up, delivering a harsh knife edge chop followed by a leg kick to drop her to a knee - tomoe nage! Morgan Payne smoothly transitions for the Anaconda Vice! Myrrh somehow fought her way out of it with harsh elbows to the face, and Morgan found herself swept into THE CONFESSIONAL! Morgan cried out and made a break for the ropes, yet the crowd BOO as Myrrh drags her back out to the middle. Morgan's head seemed to slump as Myrrh dialed the hold in as tight as she could. The referee rushed over to check on Payne, lifting an arm..

ONE

The crowd counts along while Morgan's arm slumped..

TWO..

The fans seemed more apprehensive as the ref raised her arm once more and it slumped to the mat lifelessly..

THREE!

The referee called to end this match, and Myrrh finally released Morgan from the cross face chicken wing.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! JANSEN...MYRRH!!!

Nick Hanson: WOW!!

Matt Salvatore: Is Payne okay?!

Nick Hanson: I hope so! She put up one hell of a fight but Jansen Myrrh is something else!

The scene shifts backstage to the office of General Manager, Luthor Callaway where we see the man dressed in his usual laid back attire of just jeans, an NFW black tee, and a leather jacket. He’s standing with his arms folded as he watches the flat screen monitor on his wall. He shifts his hands onto his hips trying to make sense of what goes through the heads of some of his roster.

There’s a slight turning of the doorknob before suddenly, the door to his office is KICKED open.

Luthor Callaway: “SWEET MOTHER OF BABY JESUS! WHAT IN THE UNHOLY FU--”

Luthor shouts at the top of his lungs as he pivots around on his heel. Not intimidated or worried, mind you, but instantly furious at the audacity of the damn wrestler who...wait. This isn’t a wrestler. Luthor’s face twists into confusion as he just stares at the intruder.

Luthor Callaway: “The hell?!”

Standing at the doorway… is a kid. They’re wearing a red and white mask of anger over their face, a red hoodie, a pair of black pants, and a pair of red Converse sneakers. Another thing that’s noticeable is their long sandy brown hair. The child pulls their right hand out of their hoodie pocket and points a finger at the General Manager of Collision.

(≖︿≖♥) “I have questions and you better have the right answers!”

Despite their best efforts to disguise their voice and make themselves sound tougher, it’s clearly that of a girl’s. Luthor just stands there, rubbing his temple with two fingers, trying to figure out why there’s a kid in his office, dressed like a pint-sized extra from the Purge movies in his office.

Luthor Callaway: ”Kid, I dunno where you think you are or who you think I am, but I can almost guarantee you’re wrong on both. Now I got some questions too. Such as who are you and what are you doing wanderin’ around back here by yourself?”

The more the camera focuses on the little girl and her attire of choice, the more the viewers may recognize who she resembles. She doesn’t appear to like Luthor asking HER a question, though it’s hard to tell from the mask she wears, and so she approaches the desk. Using the chair, she climbs on top of it and stands closer to the male adult’s height from this point.

(≖>_<≖♥) “Hey! I’M the one who’s asking the questions and YOU’RE the one who’s gonna answer them!”

There’s an audible laugh from the crowd watching in the arena as Luthor briefly jerks back at the boldness of the girl’s attitude and the volume of her voice. By god, the GM even appears to retract a little, bringing an arm up.

Luthor Callaway ”Whoa! Hey now, kiddo. Calm down. What’s got you so cranky?”

(≖︿≖♥) “My mom comes back to wrestle after an entire month of healing and her match is SCREWED! What the hell’s up with that?!”

Before the General Manager can respond, a familiar voice shouts out.

{(>_<✿)} “Leina Rael-Anderson!”

Leina Rael-Anderson (◡_◡♥) “Oh shit… I-I mean SHOOT! M-o-m!”

From the doorway is the Semper Fairy of New Frontier Wrestling, Danielle Anderson. She’s dressed in her ring attire, ready to compete, and yet she doesn’t look pleased by her daughter’s actions. She folds her arms and watches Leina slowly turn around to face her.

Danni Anderson (≖︿≖✿) “Young lady, you know better than to run off without me. There are people who are bad juju here!”

There’s a look of relief that briefly passes over Luthor Callaway’s face as his posture relaxes.

Luthor Callaway: ”Whew, thank god…”

The crowd from the arena laughs again as he runs a hand down his face while Leina’s not looking. He catches himself, though, and “toughens back up” as he looks to Danni with his usual firm, hardened expression.

Luthor Callaway: ”Danni! This your kid?!”

He points to Leina.

Luthor Callaway: ”She ain’t got a babysitter?”

The young lady is clearly offended by this demotion and sharply turns to face Luthor. The mask of anger keeps up the menacing appearance that the fans seem to enjoy. Slowly, she raises her hands and removes the mask, lowering it to her side. Her shimmering eyes glare at the General Manager.

Leina Rael-Anderson ★~(◡︿◡♥) “I’m eight years old. I don’t need a babysitter!”

Danni Anderson (>︿<✿) “Oh yes you do! If it’s not Mari, then it’s Lil, and if it’s not Lil, then it’s Morgan, Lluvia, or anybody on the Kingdom. ...Except for Jasmine. She’s kinda been scary lately. Now please get down from Mr. Callaway’s desk.”

At first, Leina releases a huff, but when her mother folds her arms and taps her right foot, she sighs in defeat and jumps down from the desk without using the chair. She then looks up to Luthor, and without the theatrics and the furniture, she feels incredibly small in comparison. Luthor gets a look like he almost wants to look a little smug, but he relaxes his tense stance and just looks right back down at Leina, folding his arms again. At first, he looks at Danni as if he’s about to say something but after a pause, he looks at Leina again.

Luthor Callaway: ”Look kid...Leina? I ain’t sure if you get how this whole business works but not everyone listens to the boss. Some do. Your mom, for one. Others need a good knock in the head and that’s why your mom’s standing there, geared up and ready to walk down that aisle. Yeah, she got fu--...screwed last week. Out of her match. Tonight, she gets to wrestle one of the people who caused it. Best I can do.”

He just stands there now...watching Leina almost as if a small part of him is afraid she’s about to explode on him again. There’s a variety of expressions that come across the second grader’s face. From anger to confusion, from confusion to calmness, and from calmness to… letting out a soft sigh. Her right hand slightly clutches the mask. The simple gesture gives way to a brief moment of sadness on Danielle’s features. Her daughter’s clothes, the custom mask, her attitude -- they all remind her of the Guardian Angel she lost back in September.

Leina Rael-Anderson (◡︿◡♥)~★ “...I guess ‘the best’ is all we can do, huh? You’re right. I’m really sorry.”

She hangs her head in shame, knowing she took this situation too far. For once, there’s a different tone about Luthor and how he handles a situation. He knows Danni’s story and he knows the general background of the eight year old Leina standing before him. Their family tragedy had been all over the news last year. Luthor takes a step forward with a more sympathetic expression over his hard features.

Luthor Callaway: ”Hey.”

Slowly, Leina looks up to him. The General Manager leans forward some, bracing his hands on his knees to get a little lower onto her level.

Luthor Callaway: ”Don’t be too hard on yourself, kid. S’obvious, you care about your mom, here. Ya want my opinion? You got more guts than a lot of these people I cut paychecks for. Some of them don’t like something? They coddle up and try to play super nice. Nobody likes a brown noser. Remember that. Ya get more respect from people if you’re honest about things. You were upset about something, so you came and let me know. I respect the hell outta that.”

A genuine smile crosses Leina’s face. She’s even holding the mask calmly now. The General Manager’s words of encouragement make Danielle smile as well. Luthor pauses, briefly looking up at Danni then down again. He’s not sure if he should say even “hell” around a kid Leina’s age.

Luthor Callaway: ”But your Mom’s right. Ya oughta not be running around backstage by yourself. She can’t concentrate on stomping someone’s head into a wrestling mat if she’s worried about her little girl getting hurt. Ya want her to win, right?”

It’s a simple question that receives a straightforward answer.

Leina Rael-Anderson (｡◕‿◕｡♥)~★ “Yeah. She’s gonna win too!”

Sheepishly, Danielle grins and raises her hands to adjust her Terry Bogard hat. She’s happy to see Leina and Luthor getting along. Walking over, she leans down and hugs her daughter before crouching down in front of her.

Danni Anderson (✿◕‿◕✿) “Stay here with Mr. Callaway, okay? I’ll call Mari over to keep you company while you watch me wrestle!”

There’s a confident nod from Leina before Danni straightens herself out and looks up to the General Manager. Hilariously, Luthor just looks right at Danni; hit with the sudden realization of what she’s saying.

Luthor Callaway: ”Wait, what? You’re leaving her here?”

The reaction overall. It’s like being told he has to sit in the room alone with a rabid little wolverine or a Tasmanian devil. He looks back down at Leina. The crowd goes “Awwwwwww” at just how adorable the eight-year-old looks, staring up at the General Manager with a grin on her face. Luthor closes his eyes, by God, like he’s braving some hellacious incoming storm. He looks at Danni again.

Luthor Callaway: ”...Have a good match, Danni. Be careful out there and remember what the concussion doctor said.”

Beaming, Danielle claps and giggles all the same.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) “Thank you, Mr. Callaway! I’ll be back right after my match!”

She leans over and kisses the top of her daughter’s head, then she makes her way out of the office and in the direction of ringside. After a moment or two, Leina turns to regard Luthor and fixes the mask back on over her face.

Leina Rael-Anderson (◡ω◡♥) “So… you wanna cause some fun and mischief?”

Luthor just...looks at the girl, unsure of how to even answer. Instead, he looks up in comical exasperation and closes his eyes.

Luthor Callaway: ”I’m being tested, ain’t I, God?”

He looks down at Leina and...offers her his hand.

Luthor Callaway: ”Alright, kid. C’mon. I’ll give you a tour of the production area. Just for the love of all things, do NOT touch anything!”

With Leina holding his hand and shaking her head in adorable disappointment, Luthor leads the way out of his office; the camera turning to catch them walking out as the shot fades to a commercial.

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

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

The music begins to play.

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

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

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

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

Roger Arden: Introducing first, representing The Kingdom, Lilith Meadows, Christina Olson, Bloody Fairytale!

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

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

“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.

Roger Arden: And their opponents, representing Kwonspiracy, Leah Aguero, Layla Diaz, The Second City Riot Squad!

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 hopping down and waiting on the outside to watch the match.

~DING DING DING~

Leah and Christina started things off for their respective teams and they didn’t wait for the bell to ring as the two went right after one another, exchanging lefts and rights. Christina though, eventually was able to get the better of the exchange before delivering a series of chops to the chest of Leah and backing her up into her corner. She came charging in and delivered a boot to the face before sticking the boot right into the throat of Leah and began to choke her. The ref started their count and eventually, Christina broke the hold, but started yelling at the referee, allowing Lilith to take the tag rope and wrap it around the throat of Leah, choking her even more. As the ref turns his attention away from Christina though, Lilith breaks the illegal hold and Christina tags her into the match. Lilith comes in, pulling Leah out of the corner and taking her overhead with a belly to belly suplex. Lilith then hits the ropes and delivers a senton splash right to the back of Leah. Lilith continues to work on the back of Leah, eventually just taking her and tying her up in the Faerie Lock. She then tags in Christina who climbs to the top rope and delivers a double stomp to the tied up Leah. Christina then turns her over and goes for a cover only for Layla to break it up. Christina then tags Lilith back in and she picks Leah up and goes for a release German suplex, but Leah is able to land on her feet and deliver a roundhouse kick as both hit the mat. The ref does their standing ten count and Leah is able to be the first to make the tag to her partner, Layla.

Layla comes into the match, taking Lilith down with a series of arm drags before delivering a step up hurricanrana that sends the Dark Faerie out of the ring. Christina drops down to the floor with her partner as the two start to talk things over. This doesn’t last though as both Leah and Layla come diving through the ropes, delivering stereo suicide dives! Layla picks Lilith up and rolls her into the ring. Layla climbs to the top rope and launches herself, delivering a frog splash and hooking the leg to get a nearfall. Layla looks a little frustrated as she argues with the ref. As this is happening, Lilith takes this moment to grab Layla and roll her up into a schoolboy, but before the ref can count, Jed is up on the apron to cause a distraction. This gives Leah enough time to roll the pin over so Lilith’s shoulders are down on the mat and as she does, Jed drops down from the apron and the ref turns around. Leah delivers Drop the Bomb to Christina out on the floor as the ref counts to three.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here are winners, The Second City Riot Squad!

Matt Salvatore: Damn, Second City Riot Squad beating the former Tag Team Champions tonight! What a win!

Nick Hanson: Not without a little help from Jed though. Without that distraction, Bloody Fairytale probably had this match won.

After the match, you can see an expression on Lilith’s face. It isn’t disappointment or sadness, it’s anger and frustration. Leah and Layla roll out of the ring, celebrating and smiling up at Lilith who just stares a hole right through them, remaining focused, expression not changing before Christina is able to roll into the ring and shake Lilith, concern clear on her face as she tries to get her best friend to snap out of this. Lilith finally does and a somber look comes across her face as the two roll out of the ring.

The scene slowly fades in behind the arena, beside one of the NFW production trucks. Here, we find the tag team known as Onslaught walking alongside, looking at the massive NFW logo emblazoned on the side. As they reach the rear axle of the massive vehicle, they stop, with Ebony Arceri placing a hand on the tire. With a smile, she and Ian turn to face the camera.

Ebony: These are interesting times we live in, aren’t they, Ian?

She looks up at Ian, smirking playfully as she runs a finger along the treads of the tire. Eventually, she pulls back, sneering in mild disgust at the black smudge that now colors the tip of her finger.

Ian: With everything going on in the world right now, at least we can offer the fans a little bit of a distraction.

Ian shrugs.

Ebony: Hopefully, at least for a while, we can take their minds off of the chaos that is taking place at every turn. Speaking of chaos...

They resume their walk until they reach a door leading into the arena. As they head inside, the camera follows the couple down a long hallway, a sign posted on the wall with an arrow directing toward the NFW dressing rooms. Ebony makes a quick note of the sign as she shoots Ian a quick glance.

Ian: Interesting team they have us up against, isn’t it, Eb?

The raven-haired beauty nods her head in agreement as they make their way down the hallway.

Ebony: Indeed it is. And it looks like we get to play the part of the welcoming committee tonight...

Ian chuckles quietly as he runs a hand along his beard.

Ian: What do we know about this tag team? Anything?

Ebony: Apart from the fact that they wear a lot of black and seem to get a kick out of blood, not much.

Ian smirks, nodding his head slightly.

Ian: Blood, you say? What is it with some of these girls lately that get turned on by the sight of blood. Beginning to see more and more of them.

Ebony: I’m beginning to wonder about that myself. But hey, I’m not one to kink shame. Except when it’s about feet... because eww.

Her entire body shivers as she cringes in disgust.

Ebony: The only thing feet are good for aside from walking is kicking holes in people!

Ian laughs a bit louder as he slips an arm around Ebony’s waist. The sudden pull caused her to momentarily lose her balance, prompting a soft squeal.

Ian: Ha-ha… makes me glad you’ve got a violent streak of your own. I guess that’s part of why we get along so well.

Ebony: Not bad for a couple that’s only been together for four months...

Ian tilts his head to the side, as if pondering something.

Ian: Has it been that long already?

Ebony feigns indignance before gently elbowing him in the gut.

Ebony: And you’re still the same asshole you were when we first met.

She steps away from Ian, turning to face him as she backs away toward one of the dressing room doors. He shakes his head as a wicked smile spreads across his face. With a gleam in his bright green eyes, he quickly follows her.

Ian: Now, now… you know where flattery will get you...

He catches up to Ebony, but as he reaches for her, she puts a hand against his chest to keep him at arm’s distance.

Ebony: First thing’s first, babe. Tonight, Mercy and Sin get a greeting they’ll never forget.

They glance at the sign on the door, which reads “Onslaught” in bold black letters. Ebony puts a hand on the doorknob, but stops just short of opening the door. She and Ian turn to stare into the camera.

Ian: Mercy and Sin, you two will step into the ring, looking to take your place amongst some of the best tag teams in the business. There’s just one little problem...

Ebony: That problem is this: you will be stepping into the ring with us. And while we’re more than happy to welcome you to NFW...

Ian: The one thing we WON’T be doing is allowing you two to make a name for yourselves at our expense. The last person that tried that...

Ian glances at Ebony, who meets his look with a mild smirk.

Ebony: Let’s just say she wasn’t thrilled.

Ian: Mercy and Sin, on behalf of Ebony and myself, I’d like to welcome you two to the roster the only way we know how...

Ebony: By giving you two a nice few of the arena lights!

Ian and Ebony give one final smile into the camera before opening the door and disappearing into their dressing room.

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


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


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

Roger Arden: From Santa Monica, California! Weighing in at 113 pounds! She is...Semper Fairy...DANNI...ANDERSOOOOOONNNN!!!!


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


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


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

Roger Arden: Her opponent!

The lights in the arena go dark as "Vordt Of The Boreal Valley (Full) (Dark Souls 3 Complete, Unused and DLC OST) by Motoi Sakuraba" begins to play. Dokueki steps out onto the stage, a kendo stick in hand as she stares at the floor for a few seconds, letting the music play as the audience boos. She smirks, shaking her head before sauntering down the ramp to the ring, shouting insults in Japanese to the crowd.

Roger Arden: "Hailing from Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 160 lbs., she is the Poison Dragon...."

Dokueki has rolled into the ring by this point and climbed onto the middle turnbuckle holding her arms wide, eyes closed, face turned toward the ceiling.

Roger Arden: "DOKUEKI!"

She mocks the audience for a few minutes, shouting insults in Japanese before turning and dropping back to the mat.

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings, and Danni sprints in, looking to use her speed to capitalize on Dokueki out the gate. She gets up in the face of the Poison Dragon, ducking and weaving shots from the stronger woman whilst delivering sharp kicks to the legs as the Japanese monster misses strike after strike. Ducking a clothesline and hitting the ropes, Danni comes back, leaping and looking for “POWER DUNK!” only to eat an absolutely brutal lariat from Dokueki, the Dragon hitting the move with such force that Anderson flips backwards, landing face down on the mat. Any momentum the Pink Sugarplum Fairy had now lost, Dokueki drags the smaller woman to her feet, sending hard chops into Danni’s chest, a scream from the Dragon accentuating the brutality of each strike, causing Anderson to cry out in pain with each shot. Danni seems to catch Dokueki’s rhythm after a half dozen of the chops, slipping under the attack to try and get behind the Poison Dragon only to get caught by the hair and yanked back, hard, into the arms of the Dragon, who German Suplexes her directly into the turnbuckle.
The referee gets in Dokueki’s face, admonishing her for the hair pull, but the Dragon just laughs, shouldering past the referee. She approaches her opponent, looking to deliver more damage only for Danni to spring to life, delivering a drop toe hold which drops Dokueki face first into the middle turnbuckle. The Dragon grunts, momentarily dazed, giving Danni an opening. She delivers a couple of kicks to the ribs of Dokueki from behind, though the monstrous Japanese woman seems to be ignoring the pain, rising to her feet. Danni turns, hitting the ropes, looking to put Dokueki on her back to avoid the Dragon getting any more momentum. Anderson leaps, catching Dokueki as she stands with a crossbody, rolling her up for a pin attempt but the Dragon shows off her power, kicking out with enough force it throws Anderson off of her. Danni shakes her head, hitting the ropes and coming back again, but Dokueki is on her feet. She takes a single step forward, pulling her head back and then sending it forward as Danni leaps in for another crossbody attempt. The Dragon’s headbutt hits its mark with a sickening *THUD* as both women’s heads slam into each other at full speed. Danni spins slightly in the air, crumpling to the mat as Dokueki stumbles a bit, shaking her head as blood starts to run from her forehead. The camera cuts to Anderson, also bleeding from the shot as the smaller woman tries to get to her feet.

Dokueki staggers on her feet a bit, a sickening grin on her face as blood covers her face, lifting Danni to her feet, the woman’s face it’s own sickening reminder of the brutality of the Poison Dragon. Do tosses Danni into the corner, lifting her into a seated position on the top turnbuckle before ascending to the second, lifting Anderson and delivering the DRAGON’S DIVE, the avalanche backdrop driver causing a loud thud as the two of them hit the mat. Dokueki covers Danni lazily, a grin on her face under the crimson mask, but Anderson kicks out at the absolute last second, leaving the Dragon absolutely stunned. Her face twists into a disgusting sneer as she rises to her feet, shaking her head. She pulls the Pink Sugarplum Fairy, lifting her onto her shoulders. The Dragon shouts in Japanese as she carries Danni around the ring, setting her opponent up for DRAGON’S LAST DAN-- NO! Danni wriggles free! She’s on her feet as she delivers a hard kick to the back of Dokueki’s knee! The Dragon responds with a brutal spinning backfist, forcing Danni to stumble back into the corner. Do rushes in with a roar, but Danni slips out at the last second! Dokueki collides with the turnbuckle face first, stunned as she stumbles out of the corner and into the leaping “POWER DUNK!” from Danni! Dokueki hits the mat as Anderson sprints into the corner, ascends the ropes, and she’s airborne! “A.D.H.D.” finds its mark! Danni hurriedly covers Dokueki, rolling both legs up!

ONE!

TWO!!

THREE!!!

Dokueki powers out just a fraction of a second too late, but Danni is already out of the ring, having rolled to the floor immediately after the referees count. The Pink Sugarplum Fairy wipes the blood from her face, grinning up at the ring as her music hits the P.A., the crowd going absolutely insane as Danni ascends the ramp backwards, not turning her back on the wounded Dragon.

Roger Arden: HERE IS YOUR WINNER!!! DANNI….ANDERSOOOOONNNN!!!!!

Nick Hanson: HOLY JESUS! A big win for Danni, taking out the undefeated Dokueki!

Matt Salvatore: You gotta believe nobody thought the Semper Fairy would be able to take down this monster, but it just goes to show -- who the hell is that?!

Dokueki rises to her feet, screaming at the referee, who just decides it is safer to get the hell out of dodge than to risk facing the wrath of the Poison Dragon. Meanwhile, someone leaps over the guardrailing, sliding into the ring and colliding right into Dokueki. Whoever it is seems to be wearing absolutely nothing except a hospital gown loosely tied in the back and some sort of black and white puppet on her hand. Her hair looks like it hasn’t been tended to in days.
Nick Hanson: Is that Kan Tai? Last I heard she had some sort of breakdown after her last match with Dokueki! She’s not even supposed to be here!

The puppet on her hand is obviously a panda puppet and as Dokueki gets a curious look on her face at the reaction from the crowd, she slowly turns around and Kan Tai just shoves the head of the puppet right into her mouth and drives her down to the mat like a mandible claw.

Matt Salvatore: This cartoon character has snapped.

The production crew tries it’s best to blur the bare ass of Kan Tai as she continues to apply that panda assisted claw to Dokueki, who struggles in vain to try and get out of this and soon she stops moving completely. Suddenly, Jansen Myrrh and Hope Avila run down the ramp and try to pull Kan Tai off of Dokueki as the woman struggles in their grip.

Nick Hanson: I can’t say I’ve seen anything like this.

Matt Salvatore: I think we’ve seen more of Kan Tai just now than we have of Griffin Hawkins in the back. Holy shit, that woman has lost her mind!

Officials come out to tend to Dokueki as Myrrh and Avila have gotten somewhat control of Kan Tai just as Seo-hyung Kwon has made it to ringside and she directs them to take her to the back. The two women literally have to drag her up the ramp, Kan Tai kicking and screaming all the way. Kwon just shakes her head, obviously not expecting this to happen as she looks in on Dokueki before heading back up the ramp herself.

"It is when society fails that people like us are born," began a slightly rasped, female voice in the darkness.

Held by pale, slender fingers with pointed black nails, a match is lit and raised to light a single candle residing in a gleaming, silver candelabra. This brings into view a face we all known well by now, the pale face of one Becky Mercy. Behind and slightly off to the left of her stands the imposing frame and menacing scowl of one Tracy Sin, her features cast in haunting light and shadow from the candle below. Both are dressed in black, Becky sporting a slinky little black dress and fingerless lace gloves while Tracy wears a studded and spiked leather jacket, black mesh top over a tanktop and jeans. Her gloved fists are clasped one over the other.

Becky: They call themselves the Onslaught... entities who know only one thing; destruction. I've always liked that word, don't you Tracy kins?

Tracy growls.

Becky: "Hawthorn Horror" Ian Dickinson and Ebony Arceri... Dickie and Archie, the Onslaught? More like the Onslaughter...

Another growl emanates from the dark haired 6' 4" beast standing beside her. Tracy just smiles brightly, black lips parted to bear pearly white teeth with two modest fangs in place of her canines.

Becky: Listen here, Dickie-poo, you and Archie are going to learn the meaning of the phrase Onslaught tonight when you face us in front of those screaming, plague ridden fans. Maybe Tracykins will toss you into them and give you some of that nasty virus floating around, hmmmmm?

Tracy: GET DOWN WITH THE SICKNESS!

Becky flicks her tongue across her teeth, giggling darkly.

Becky: Then again, when you are already a living disease, I suppose it wouldn't matter to be with more of your kind, now would it, Dickie-poo? No. no. noooo... You might infect them with something even worse, heh heh heh.

Tracy: You are lambs fit only for slaughter, minutes ticking down, time passing by. Minute by minute, you know your time draws near. ONSLAUGHT YOU ARE NOT! WE SHALL RAIN UPON YOU WITH A DEATH OF A THOUSAND CUTS, BLEEDING YOU SLOW AND PAINFULLY! YOU WILL BEG US.... PLEASE TRACY... PLEASE BECKY.... MAKE...IT...SSSTTTOOOOPPPP!!! It will be at that moment that you realize the real horror........THAT WE'VE ONLY JUST BEGUN WITH YOU!!! WE ARE THE NIGHTMARES YOU HAVE BEEN WAITING FOR!!! THE MONSTERS YOU THINK YOU ARE? THEY. ARE. NOTHING COMPARED TO US!!! WE WILL FEAST UPON YOUR SOULS, BATHE IN YOUR BLOOD, AND WEAR THE ASHES OF YOUR BURNED CORPSES! WE ARE THE REAL ONSLAUGHT! WE ARE MERCY AND SSSSIIIIINNNNNN!!!

Becky pats her partner's arm with a wicked smile.

Becky: ....and the only Mercy you're going to get is me and I have none. See you at the funeral, Dickie-Poo and Archie...yours MWAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAA!!!!!

Tracy blows the candle out, plunging the scene in darkness before we cut to back to ringside.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match and is a qualifier for the Number One Contender’s Match to the NFW Tag Team Championship!

As the opening riff of “Creatures” blares over the sound system, red lights flood the stage. Ebony and Ian step through the curtains, pausing at the center of the stage. With both wrestlers facing the ring, Ebony crouches down in front of Ian, pointing straight ahead as Ian raises his arms, a wicked glare in his eyes as he stares at the ring. Ebony stands up and the pair walk down the ramp to the ring.

Roger Arden: Introducing first! At a combined weight of 375 pounds! Ian Dickenson...Ebony Arceri...they are...ONSLAUGHT!!!!

Ebony ascends the ring steps first, with Ian close behind her. Ian scales the turnbuckles from the outside as Ebony stands on the apron. Ebony throws her head back and lets out a shrill scream as Ian bellows from his corner perch, then as Ian jumps down into the ring, Ebony slingshots herself over the top rope. They then move toward their corner and wait for the match to begin.

Roger Arden: Their opponents!

"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.

Roger Arden: At a combined weight of 382 pounds! Becky Mercy...Tracy Sin...they are...MERCY...AND...SIN!!!

Mercy smiles as the two arrive at ringside. Both women hop onto the apron in surprising synchronous fashion, 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.

~DING DING DING~

The bell chimes and Becky Mercy prances around the ring with springy, energetic steps around the Hawthorne Horror, Ian Dickenson. Ian swings at her with a big right and she effortlessly evades with a cartwheel. He tries to catch or strike her, but the tall, lithe woman proves too nimble and quick for him at every turn. In a move he doesn't expect, she hits a FRONT FLIP HURRICANRANA, delivering him to the canvas with a bit of a skid. Ian is quick to get back to his feet, angered clearly. Becky backs to her corner and tags in Tracy Sin!

Ian charges forward but is met half way by a beast of a woman only one inch shorter than he is, meeting him head on with a body avalanche that sends him back a few steps. He answers back with a meaty right hand that rocks Tracy's only for her to answer back with a strong headbutt that staggers him. She then gathers him up with a running start and violently slams him into a corner where she proceeds to viciously batter him with corner clotheslines! When Ian drops, Tracy backs up with a roar, sizing him up and then rushes forward with a face scraping boot! Tracy drops down on him, gripping his throat and strangling him in the corner for several seconds until the referee forces her away.

Tracy gets to her feet and roars at the man, backing up the referee up. Ian doesn't tag out to Ebony but instead takes full advantage of the distraction, rushing in from behind with several clubbing blows to Tracy's back, followed by a back suplex! On impact Tracy sits up with a raise arm and grit teeth. The beast rolls to her feet in time to get a spinning heel kick to the jaw, followed by a back kick to the gut and a LIFTING DDT! Ian pops up and tags in Ebony Arceri!

Ebony wastes no time with a running knee right to Tracy's head as she gets to her knees, snapping her upright from the blow! She then hits a few quick knee shots to Tracy’s chest, followed by a roundhouse kick to the head! Tracy, however, doesn’t go down!

Ebony backs into the ropes, snaps off and flies at her with a dropkick! Tracy shoves her aside and rises to her feet! Undeterred, Ebony moves fast, going after the big woman’s legs with several swift kicks, all while dodging lumbering blows. One kick to the outside knee buckles Tracy and she drops to one knee. Ebony then latches on a front facelock and goes for a DDT but Tracy stops her, wraps arms around her waist and snaps to a stand with such momentum that Ebony is tossed up into the air and violently pancake slammed to the canvas!

Tracy roars and violently puts the boots to Ebony while she’s down. Ian starts to enter the ring but the referee moves in to stop him! It’s then that Becky Mercy moves in quick, joining in on the assault on Ebony! The entire time, Ian proves an unwitting distraction as he tries to get the referee to turn around, but the ref isn’t buying it for one second, assuming tricks and shenanigans!

During all of this, the two team up, battering on Ebony who fights back but to no avail. Tracy puts her down a with a wicked spinebuster, then follows that up with the double team move THE BAD BABY DROPPER, cracking Ebony’s back across Tracy’s knees in mid double leg catapult via a springboard cutter from Becky!
Ian finally shoves the referee back and bolts through the ring, catcing Becky Mercy with a running Lariat to the head! He immediately starts brawling with Tracy Sin shortly after, the two throwing mammoth hands at one another with neither side showing any sign of backing down….

….The referee tries forcing the two apart, but gets ROCKED by a hard right hand from Tracy Sin that sends him staggering, but not quite out! He motions for the disqualification!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: YOU WINNER BY DISQUALIFICATION, ONSLAUGHT!!!!

Matt Salvatore: Well that was plain stupid! Mercy & Sin just cost themselves a shot at the tag titles!

Nick Hanson: Who knows what goes on in the heads of these two wild women?

Matt Salvatore: Can’t be a whole lotta sense, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Well hang on now, this fight ain’t over!

This results in the two teams having an all out brawl in the middle of the ring. The two teams go at it so intensely that security is called out as all out hell breaks loose! Ian manages to bring down Becky with THE HELLION! Ebony is forced to take down a security guard with THE TRAGEDY EVER AFTER to try and go after Tracy, but the big woman drags Becky out of the ring as security is more interested in a violently angry Ian Dickenson! The shot has to cut to a commercial as more security floods the ringside area.

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 jeans, brown boots, a blue Doonhammers Jersey, and a black hooded short-sleeved jacket with the word "HATCHET" across the back along with more Celtic knot designs. 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.

Nick Hanson: Well this is a surprise! Wasn’t expecting the Ginger Ninja here, tonight!

Matt Salvatore: She’s not gonna miss a show, Nick! She’s a workhorse!

She throws 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 from 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 producing a microphone from her vest pocket.

Molly: CHICAGGGGOOOOOOOO!!!! IT’S YER GIRL, MOLLY HATCHET!!!! MAKE SOME BLOODY NOISE!!!

Crowd: RRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!! GINGER NINJA! GINGER NINJA! GINGER NINJA!!!!

With the camera a bit closer, we can see that she sports a rather nasty shiner on her left eye, obvious souvenir from her fight the previous Saturday on Trauma.

Molly: I’m a bit worse fer wear, but I thought I would come out here, booked or not because it’s not in my nature ta’ take a night off. I also came out here tonight because I’ve somethin’ ta’ get off me chest.

There’s a solemn look on her face as the joyful smile gives way to something a bit more serious.

Molly: I wanted to say that me actions last week were not something I prefer or even want to do. It sickens me to tha’ core of my very being to stoop to the level of those who wronged me on the 69th Episode of Collision. The Kwonspiracy in their effort to put one of their own into a position of power cost me somethin’ very dear and I responded in kind.

The Ginger Ninja paces the ring for a moment, eyes scanning the crowd as she speaks.

Molly: What I did was born out of frustration and fatigue, yeah. I’m tired of motherfawkers like these gettin’ away with bloody fawkin’ murder and ne’er gettin’ punished. I’m fawkin’ tired of bein’ left laid out on me feet in ambushes by numbers….. Tired of-

Nick Hanson: Hey, whoa. Wait a minute! Who the hell?!

Matt Salvatore: HEY, MOLLY! BEHIND---

She’s interrupted by the crowd suddenly becoming agitated. She spins around, looking towards the entrance arch but is immediately confused to not see anyone running down. Instead, LILITH MEADOWS slides into the ring, having hidden in plain sight wearing a hoody, and cracks Molly in the back with a CROWBAR!!! Molly immediately goes down from the shot, microphone going flying. She reaches into her pocket, but it’s too little, too late, as Lilith hits her a second time across the back of the head, fully knocking her target out! Lilith then gathers up the dropped microphone.

Lilith: LLLIIIAAARRRR!!!!

Nick Hanson: WHAT THE HELL IS LILITH MEADOWS DOING?!

Matt Salvatore: Nick? I...I think Lilith thinks Molly is still the one behind the attacks on Jasmine!

Nick Hanson: Does she?!

Matt Salvatore: She could be right, I mean….

Nick Hanson: Oh c’mon! That’s not Molly’s style!

Lilith starts breathing heavily, seeming as if she’s having a panic attack. Tossing the microphone and crowbar out of the ring, she drops and quickly exits. Her eyes seem wild, her expression one of complete shock. As she heads up the ramp, however….

#KILLING IN THA’ NAME OF!!!!

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

Nick Hanson: Oh now what the hell do THESE three want?!

Matt Salvatore: Coming to pick up the scraps, is my guess!

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.

Lilith stands there, frozen as the SCRS walks calmly past her, heading straight for the ring. Jeb even says to her in passing, “We’ll take it from here….”

Nick Hanson: Take what from here?! What the hell are they doing?!

Matt Salvatore: Don’t ask stupid questions Nick! What do you think they’re doing?!

She looks over her shoulder, a clear conflict within her rising up. Jed Coffey is the first one up on the apron. He sits on the middle rope as Leah climbs into the ring, followed by Layla. The big man then stands, pushes down on the top rope and enters with one big leg swing over the other.

Nick Hanson: They don’t need to be down here! Get the hell outta the damn ring and someone get Molly up!

Lilith then turns and walks away with the fans booing in uproar even louder, knowing what’s about to come. Molly is starting to fight to her feet, blood dripping from her head. Dazed and disoriented, she couldn’t stop Jeb’s big boot from colliding with her guts with enough force to lift her feet off the canvas and drop her to her knees! This is followed by a vicious kick from Leah to the face that snaps Molly’s head up and has her falling to the side.

Nick Hanson: Goddamn it, no!!! C’mon!! Someone do something!! Matt?! C’mon, can’t you…?

Matt Salvatore: I...I’m not signed to compete, Nick. I can’t do shit but call what I’m seeing. That being said, what I’m seeing is fucking disgusting!

SCRS proceeds to viciously kick and stomp the downed Ginger Ninja for a moment, then Leah lifts Molly up on her shoulders in the electric chair position, opening her up for Layla to hit THE SOUTHSIDE CRUSHER, delivering Molly to the canvas with the DEAD TO RIGHTS!!!!

Nick Hanson: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! SOMEONE GET THESE GODDAMN DEGENERATES OUT OF HERE!!!!

Matt Salvatore: You know what? Fuck this shit and fuck whatever fine Callaway throws my way.

Matt Salvatore rips his headset off as he stands up from his chair. The crowd seeing it suddenly roars with approval as he peels his jacket off and angrily throws it to the floor. This gets SCRS’ attention as the 6’10”, former wrestler steps out from behind the table. Jed Coffey steps up, looking ready to fight. Matt starts walking towards the ring. They are interrupted when the lights in the arena go dark as "Vordt Of The Boreal Valley (Full) (Dark Souls 3 Complete, Unused and DLC OST) by Motoi Sakuraba" begins to play. Dokueki steps out onto the stage, a massive Kanabo War Club in hand as she stares at the floor for a few seconds, letting the music play as the audience cheers loudly!

The Poison Dragon sprints to the ring and SCRS immediately disperses at the sight of this angry beast-like woman carrying a weapon almost as big as she is! As they back away, she shouts insults in Japanese, then backs up and checks on Molly who is completely out cold, lying in a slow forming pool of her own blood around her head.

Leah shouts back, “THAT’S WHAT SHE GETS! YOU AND ROTTEN ARE NEXT!!!!”

Nick Hanson: Well between Matt and Dokueki, folks, Second City Riot Squad has run for the hills! We need to get the EMTs out here for Molly! We’re gonna take a short break before our main event, folks!
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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: Introducing first, accompanied by Seo-hyung Kwon! From Bovill, Idaho, weighing in at 175lbs. The U.M.F...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 who rolls her eyes and tucks it away before reaching over and picking up a microphone.

Seo-hyung Kwon: The road to Ascension has begun and the countdown to the champion’s biggest threat to date is upon us. You see, we are just a few short weeks away from the moment that Sativah Nevaeh gets into the ring with the “U.M.F.” of NFW. Within the first few moments of the match, she will realize that she had underestimated, ill-prepared and is overwhelmed by the talent that you see with me here in the ring. Lara Bratton is not just another pretty face here in this company. She is not just another flash in the pan who comes and goes. She is the real deal. And whether or not Sativah Nevaeh and her Kingdom like it, believe it or understand it -- it’s no longer within their power to control. Whether or not Lara Bratton walks out of Ascension with the World Heavyweight Championship, she will prove to everyone once and for all that she along with the other members of the Kwonspiracy are for real. We aren’t the boogiemen hiding under the bed. We aren’t the clowns in the sewer. We aren’t the aliens threatening to decimate the planet. Those are fiction. Our threat is very, very real.

She hands the microphone over to Lara who raises her hand up in the air.

Lara Bratton: Are we having a hell of a time tonight?

The crowd pops.

Lara Bratton: I don’t give a fuck about you, but I’m having a hell of a time tonight. I got me a minion from the Kingdom in the ring tonight and I hope our motherfucking champion is somewhere glued to her television, tablet or cheap ass phone watching this shit because what I’m about to do is give her a lesson on how to do things the Bratton way. Let’s go, bitch.

Lara hands the microphone back to Kwon who exits the ring.

Roger Arden: Her opponent!

"Lucifer's Angel" hits and Lluvia comes out to the stage in her gear. She does a little shimmy then seductively sways her hips as she does a slow 360, showing off her body as she does so. Lluvia then heads down to the ring and slides in under the 3rd rope, doing another little sashay once she stands up. She holds a smirk on her face as she waits for things to get going.

Roger Arden: Being accompanied to the ring by Moe Renhuan! From Laredo, Texas! Representing the Kingdom. Weighing in at 133lbs! The Cherokee Princess...LLUVIA...CANE!!!

As Lluvia gets to ringside, her music cuts off. She looks back, confused, before “Super Shooter” begins to play through the speakers as Moe Renhuan steps out onto the stage, wearing a pair of grey jeans, sneakers, and a black “Behold the Kingdom” t-shirt, holding the kendo stick from last week in her other hand.

Moe: Lluvia, as your newest sister in arms, after what happened last week? I couldn’t let you come out here alone. So I’m gonna stand at ringside, and make sure nobody tries anything dumb, okay?

Lluvia nods with a grin as Moe drops the microphone before walking down to the ring and hugging her friend before she gets into the ring.

~DING DING DING~

As soon as the bell rang, Lluvia Cane came storming out of her corner, crossing about three fourths of the mat before Lara Bratton met her face to face and the two started with some heated trash talk. It even looked like the Kingdom’s “Lil Mama” as they often called her was throwing some certain verbal bombs as she motioned to her Kingdom cutoff top and jabbed a finger in Lara’s face. Lara wasn’t having it, however, as she bowed her chest up to Luvia and bumped her back but Lluvia just got right back up in her shit, prompting Lara to pie face the Cherokee Princess back. Big mistake as Lluvia came back and started just drilling forearms into Lara’s jaw and head. It actually seemed like most of the crowd was pro-Kingdom as they started cheering for the pissed off Cherokee mother as she backed Lara Bratton into her corner and kept laying into her until the referee was able to pry them apart. Lluvia Cane stepped back and turned, strutting her stuff to the center of the ring as she threw the hands, and turned them into middle fingers.

Lluvia Cane: BEHOLD...THE...KINGDOM!!!

The crowd let out an emphatic pop as Lluvia, hot with anger, turned and charged, driving a European Uppercut into Lara Bratton’s jaw, sending Lara to the floor and rolling out of the ring. The referee tried to stop Lluvia from going out after her but the Cherokee Princess just backed off and drop-rolled out of the ring on another side and began approaching her opponent while Kwon was checking on her, offering her advice. Kwon put herself between Lluvia and Lara, seemingly demanding she give Lara a minute as the U.M.F of NFW rolled back into the ring. As Lluvia tried to go back into the ring after her opponent, Seo-hyung Kwon moved to block her path, bidding she just give Lara more room. It was here that Moe Renhuan appeared around the corner of the ring and the fiery hearted 19 year old Taiwanese rookie bowed right up behind Kwon. The lawyer/manager quickly backed off and warned Moe she wasn’t allowed to touch her unless physically provoked. Moe stalked towards her, slinging threats if Kwon didn’t back the hell off. Kwon’s job was done, though. Lluvia Cane climbed up onto the apron and Lara Bratton ran right up and hit a Hot Shot, knocking the woman down onto the apron and back down to the floor. Lara rolled out of the ring then and ran up behind Moe as she was still warning Kwon to back off. Bratton spun Renhuan around and delivered the PUNCHLINE to the jeers of the crowd. Moe went down and Lara grabbed Lluvia, throwing her into the guardrail and started feeding her some of her own shots. The Number One Contender to the Heavyweight Title rolled into the ring and right back out to break the referee’s count before going right back to Lluvia and continued taking it to her at ringside, including throwing her into the ring steps. As Lluvia pulled herself up onto all fours and tried to get to her feet, Lara Bratton attracted further heat upon herself.

It just so happened that she and Lluvia were right in front of the section where Lluvia’s twin children and their bodyguard, Alexa Marcus sat. Lara Bratton turned towards the Cane children with a mocking pout on her face, rolling a fist under her eyes. Lara asked the kids, mockingly of course, if they were upset to see mommy getting her ass kicked. Lluvia’s daughter burst into tears while her son just scowled up at the woman. Alexa Marcus warned the woman to back off. It looked like Lara Bratton was about to add more insult to injury when Lluvia Cane made it to her feet and grabbed Bratton by the hair, RAMMING her face into barricade, bouncing her off. She then whipped her around and ran her face first into the ringpost, yelling at her to NEVER antagonize her children again. The Cherokee Princess was fuming now and couldn’t help herself. She turned to Alexa Marcus and motioned with her hand, asking for something. Alexa picked up her own chair, folded it and handed it to Lluvia. She kissed her son and daughter on their foreheads before stalking towards her opponent with the chair in hand, despite the referee attempting to talk her into dropping it. It was actually Lluvia herself who came to her senses and threw the chair down before throwing Bratton back into the ring, sliding in behind her. As Bratton tried to get to her feet, Lluvia caught her with a Snap DDT. She followed up with an attempt at the Figure Four Leglock but Bratton managed to get to the bottom rope, causing the break. Lluvia opted then for a Diving Headbutt which she landed for the nearfall. It was when she picked Lara up, however, that the member of Kwonspiracy batted her arms out of the way, cocked back for a punch but used her front hand to just thumb Lluvia right in the eye.

Ignoring the ref’s warnings, Lara Bratton began using every dirty trick in her arsenal, hitting a double chop to Lluvia’s throat then whipped her to the mat with both hands clutching her hair. Commentary chided Lara for her underhanded tactics even though they were nothing new. They both agreed, however, that Lara was extremely talented and shouldn’t have to resort to such tricks. Lara continued her brutal, underhanded assault with a punch right to Lluvia’s nose after catching her in a headlock. As Lluvia nursed her nose, and the referee went to check if it was broken or not, Lara took the opportunity to go remove the cover from the turnbuckle. As the commentary began chiding her again, the crowd buzzed as Moe Renhuan scrambled up onto the apron and got in Lara’s face about trying to cheat. What happened next was pretty unfortunate as Lara decided to take a swing at Moe. Moe held onto the ropes, leaned back to avoid the shot and -- just as the referee was turning back around to see it -- she pulled herself back in and smashed Lara in the face with a forearm. To the dismay or Moe and Lluvia, the referee called for the bell….

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen! Your winner, as a result of a disqualification! LARA...BRATTON!!

Nick Hanson: Aww that’s unfortunate but I don’t think Moe meant for that to happen!

Matt Salvatore: Maybe, maybe not but she knew the risk! She just cost her senior group member the match! Not good as the new blood in a faction!

Nick Hanson: I can’t agree or disagree, Matt. I don’t know how the Kingdom run things behind the scenes but--hey wait a minute! Look out! Kwonspiracy!

Winner: Lara Bratton
Result: Pinfall

As Nick exclaimed and Moe was in the ring, frantically trying to explain to an understanding Lluvia - Lluvia even trying to calm her down - the crowd booed the arrival of Kwonspiracy members Hope Avila and Jansen Myrrh came running to the ring, sliding in and attacked Moe and Lluvia with the extra aid of Lara Bratton. The referee called for the bell as he tried to break the brawl up. The crowd let out a moderate pop then as the curtain to the stage flung open again and….

Matt Salvatore: Watch out! Here comes Morgan Payne from the Kingdom!

Morgan hit the ring and went right for Jansen Myrrh. The shortest but strongest of the Kingdom scooping the stocky Ms. Myrrhder up off her feet, slamming her with an MMA takedown and beginning a violent exchange of fists with her on the mat. Even with the even numbers, however, it looked like Kwonspiracy was starting to gain the upper hand when the crowd exploded into another pop as more bodies came hauling ass down the ramp!

Nick Hanson: Wait, Matt! This ain’t over! Here comes Molly’s gang! Molly’s been taken out earlier but here’s Dona Rotten! Dokueki! They want some more of Kwonspiracy!

Dona and Dokueki hit the ring with chairs in hand and went right to swinging. Dona cracked Hope Avila across the back. Dokueki swung for the fences and WAILED Jansen Myrrh over the head! Dona Rotten swung again, this time for Lara Bratton! She swung. Lara dropped under the chair and rolled to safety! WHACK!! Dona’s chair smashed Moe Renhuan right in the face!

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!

Nick Hanson: Oh now that was an accident!

Matt Salvatore: Had to be!

Lluvia Cane and Morgan Payne didn’t see it that way as, during the realization of what happened, Lluvia Cane jumped onto Dona Rotten with a Thesz Press and started raining punches. Meanwhile, Morgan Payne shot in for Dokueki but the Poison Dragon sprawled into an MMA counter. It looked like she was going for a Peruvian Necktie but Morgan slipped her head free and BASHED her in the face with an elbow! Dokueki grabbed Morgan by the hair and the two rolled out of the ring, throwing violent blows at one another before referees and security finally rushed in to break the three teams up. Members of each team started dropping referees and security so they could keep fighting each other. Dona Rotten and Dokueki, specifically, were obviously outnumbered with the 3 Kingdom and 3 Kwonspiracy members, until….

The crowd let out a deafening pop as Night Club’s “Dear Enemy” suddenly came on over the PA system. They got even louder as the curtain opened and HEIDI stepped out onto the stage, looking pissed as all hell! For a brief moment, the fighting stopped for everyone to take notice of the returning young competitor but everything imploded again once the gothic dressed girl suddenly sprinted down the ring and jumped into the fray, going right for the Kwonspiracy! Lara Bratton to be specific. It was now a more or less even brawl on all three sides.

Nick Hanson: IT’S HEIDI!!!! HEIDI’S BACK!!! AND SHE WANTS A PIECE OF THE KWONSPIRACY!!!!

Matt Salvatore: They’re the ones who put her out with a minor concussion! Is she even cleared to be here?!

Nick Hanson: Does it look like she really cares, Matt?!

The gaggle of angry faction members were all pulling against the referees, trying to get at each other. It kept going with the fans yelling to “LET THEM FIGHT” until a booming voice echoed from the speakers.

Luthor Callaway: ENOUGH!! ENOUGH!! ENOUGH...IS...FUCKING...ENOUGH!!!!

General Manager, Luthor Callaway came storming out onto the stage with a mic in hand, fuming down the ramp as he paced back and forth.

Matt Salvatore: Uh-oh, here’s the b--

Luthor Callaway: Matt! Nick! Not a GODDAMN FUCKING WORD!! Neither of you!!

Luthor paced the stage, rubbing his chin thoughtfully as he watched the collective members of three stables around the ring being separated by referees.

Luthor Callaway: Y’all wanna keep this shit up? Huh? Acting like a buncha goddamn animals?! Shit like this makes me love my job a whole lot more! Starts making me think up ideas and shit! Like how’s this sound, ladies? Y’all wanna fight it out? I’m gonna let y’all do it, but not here. Not now. No, see, y’all are gonna have to wait until Ascension, April 28th. Don’t matter if it happens here at the Collision Center or if we still go to California for it. That’s where it’s going down. And it’s gonna go down like this….

Luthor Callaway cracked a little cheshire grin.

Luthor Callaway: We’re gonna have...The Kingdom! Lluvia Cane...Moe Renhuan...Morgan Payne...and y’all can let Lilith Meadows knows she’ll be in it too since she wants to go ahead and start shit, too. Next is The Hatchet Clan! Molly’s banged up right now, but she’ll be alright by the end of the month. Heidi? Welcome back! I hope you’re looking for a fight because you sure as shit got yourself one! So for the Hatchet Clan, it’ll be Molly O’ Hatherine...Heidi...Dona Rotten...and Do...Doku...fuck is your name? You! Dragon bitch!

Luthor Callaway pointed down the ramp where Dokueki gave a twisted grin and just flipped him off with her kanabo on her shoulder.

Luthor Callaway: Back atcha sweetheart. I love the attitude. So you four! Then we got Kwonspiracy! It’s gonna be...Jansen Myrrh! Hope Avila! When she gets out of the nuthouse, Kan Tai Dark! And...oh...oh shit. Lara Bratton’s got a title match at Ascension, don’t she? Ya can’t use her! Second City Riot Squad still might end up facing the tag champions at Ascension, depending on what happens next week. Kwon! I guess you’re gonna have to find your girls a 4th ain’cha?!

Luthor Callaway leaned forward with a mock sad face that just made Seo-hyung Kwon narrow her eyes angrily.

Luthor Callaway: Boo...Fucking...Hoo! Well you have until Ascension! Because it’s gonna be...Kingdom...Hatchet Clan...Kwonspiracy...4...on 4...on 4….IN A MONSTER’S BALL MATCH!!!

The crowd exploded into a huge pop. The camera swept over them to show their jaws dropping before showing the mixed reactions of the competitors announced for the match. Those present anyway. Moe looked concerned with Lluvia and Morgan appearing to assure her all was okay. Jansen and Hope both looked mostly alright with the decision, albeit a little side discussion with Kwon and Lara. What are they going to do for a 4th? Lara had a thoughtful look on her face. Meanwhile, Dona Rotten and Dokueki looked a couple of kids who just found out they were going to Disney World.

Luthor Callaway: Don’t worry Nick and Matt! I got this one! Hope y’all enjoyed the show! Good evening. Good night. See y’all next week! You ladies at ringside, get the HELL outta here!

Callaway drops the microphone and walks back behind the curtain as the credits roll on the three teams starting to jawjack at one another.