NFW Collision #72 - Chicago, IL! 04/14/2020!

Nick Hanson: Welcome back to the Collision Center here in Chicago, Illinois, ladies and gentlemen! NFW’s very own arena where we’re bringing you the latest action in New Frontier Wrestling in the midst of this horrible pandemic.

Matt Salvatore: Fuck this virus, we’re all gonna be fine, Nick. Let’s talk about Ascension because we’re two weeks away and things are heating up! We have two contenders to decide still between tonight and next week for titles!

Nick Hanson: That’s right, Matt. Tonight we’ll see a Triple Threat to determine the Number One Contenders to the NFW Tag Team Titles. Here’s the catch! It’s one member from each team representing their unit in this match. They have to win it for both of them!

Matt Salvatore: Can you imagine the tension for whoever doesn’t win? They gotta go back and face a pissed off tag team partner.

Nick Hanson: Well...maybe. But speaking of tag matches, we’ve also got a six person tag match tonight! The winning team faces one another next week to determine who will go onto Ascension and face Jasmine Matthews in a Street Fight for the Silver Mountain Championship!

Matt Salvatore: That’s gonna be a fun one!

Nick Hanson: Yes, I know you love the violent matches

Matt Salvatore: You met me, Nick?

Nick Hanson: Unfortunately. Tonight could get pretty violent as well folks! Things have been heating up between The Kingdom, The Kwonspiracy and the group that’s taken to calling themselves The Hatchet Clan. We’ll see if there’s anymore development there. We’re also gonna hear from the World Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh. It’s all going down tonight! Don’t get up and don’t look away! It’s time for NFW Collision!
We cut to the locker room shared by the tag team known as Onslaught, Ebony Arceri and Ian Dickenson. Ian is already in his ring gear, pacing back and forth as Ebony is putting on her boots. Occasionally, Ebony looks upward at her boyfriend, smirking mildly as she follows him with her eyes.

Ian: I swear, Eb, it never fucking fails in this place. Everybody wants to get involved in shit that doesn't concern them…

Ebony scoffs, shaking her head as she begins tightening the laces on her boot.

Ebony: And yet the moment one of us does anything to retaliate, we get shit on like WE'RE the ones in the wrong.

She pauses to let out a sigh, then continues.

Ebony: Kind of strange… you would think with somebody with the reputation that Eddy Malcovich has would have been shooting their mouth off like a machine gun.

Ian stops pacing in an instant, quickly turning to face Ebony, his eyes wide open as he puts his hands on his hips.

Ian: That's precisely my point. This fuckhead wanted to play hero and make sure that Baumer didn't get hurt, so he busted some light tubes over my head and laid in some cheap shots. Other than that, nada. Not a single solitary word outta the guy. I mean, c'mon, I've done my homework on the guy. I know it's not fear that's kept his mouth shut.

Ebony finishes with one boot, then switches to the other, giving her man her usual smile.

Ebony: Then he's either preoccupied with other things or he's so full of himself that he thinks you're not worthy of his time.

Ian shrugs, taking a seat on a nearby chair.

Ian: Six of one, half a dozen of the other. Doesn't make a difference why he's incommunicado, I'm still handing him his own ass on a silver fucking platter… just like I know you're going to do with that shit-for-brains Donohue and Layla Diaz.

Ebony glances up at Ian, tilting her head in feigned curiosity.

Ebony: You really don't like Lash Donohue, do you?

Ian scoffs.

Ian: It's not a matter of whether I like the guy or not, Eb. He and I have unfinished business. Somewhere down the line, we're going to settle things. But first thing’s first. I’ve gotta take care of Malcovich. I’ve had it with the double standards around here. I don’t give a shit if Baumer gave him her fucking kidney; the second that bitch stuck her nose in my business, she earned whatever she got from either of us.

Ebony nods her head. As she checks her gear, she walks over to Ian, who stands up and puts his hands on her shoulders.

Ebony: I know you can handle Eddy. This whole “white knight” thing isn’t going to do him any good. As for Lash and Layla, they’ve spent far too much time yammering back and forth with each other. You know that’s not my style.

Ian reaches up and tucks a few stray strands of hair behind Ebony’s ear as he nods.

Ian: I know. Talk is cheap. Words don’t matter when you’re in the ring. It’s what you do between the ropes that’s important. I know you’re going to go in there carrying the Onslaught banner high...

Ebony: Wait, we have a banner?

Ebony narrows her eyes slightly in feigned confusion, then reaches up, slipping the fingers of both hands into Ian’s beard and pulling him into a kiss. When she finally breaks it off, she steps back, leaving Ian with a pleasantly surprised smile.

Ian: I’m not one to question a good thing, but what was that for?

Ebony giggles.

Ebony: Because you always know how to keep me focused on what’s important. And because I felt like it.

She winks at him playfully as they both head for the door.

Ian: Well, then. I guess it’s time to go out there and show them we’re not gonna put up with their bullshit anymore, eh?

Ebony giggles again as she flashes him a sly grin.

Ebony: You took the words right out of my mouth, babe...

Ian holds open the door, following Ebony into the hallway.

Ebony: To think, there was once a time when I hated you about as much as they did.

Ian: What changed?

Ebony smirks.

Ebony: What can I say… you grew on me.

Ian: Like a fucking fungus….

Their conversation fades off into the distance as they continue down the hallway and the scene fades out.
Josh Davidson: My guest at this time is the “New Universal Superstar” Hope Avila along with her manager, Seo-hyung Kwon.

Avila and Kwon step into the picture.

Josh Davidson: Tonight, you step into the ring with the “Anime-zing” Moe Renhuan. With the war heating up between Kwonspiracy, The Kingdom and Molly’s Clan, do you fear that you’re a target in the ring tonight?

Seo-Hyung Kwon: “New Universal Superstar” Hope Avila is just getting started in this business. She has had to overcome and adapt because there are those who would like to see her fail right out of the block. So, regardless of what Molly and her crew, or the self-declared Kingdom have in mind for tonight, Kwonspiracy will certainly be ready if it comes to that. But make no mistake, when Ascension comes, the team left standing will be Kwonspiracy.

Hope Avila: Moe! Puedes ser un lindo personaje de dibujos animados de cosplay, pero también soy consciente de tu habilidad en el ring. Desafortunadamente para ti, debo vencerte para mantener la gloria de Kwonspiracy. Entonces, bailemos este baile y cuando todo esté dicho y hecho y mi mano esté levantada en la victoria, que no haya resentimientos entre nosotros porque ves que tu derrota ya estaba escrita en las estrellas y esta noche está en exhibición para todos mundo para ver ¡Peleemos!

Josh Davidson: You mentioned Ascension, Ms. Kwon. It was announced last week by the general manager of Collision that it will be a four on four on four match between members of the Kingdom, Molly Hatchet’s crew and Kwonspiracy, however you are decidedly short on participants. Will you have a fourth member going into Ascension?

Seo-hyung Kwon: Josh, I assure you that we have already been in contact with a fourth member who has agreed to team with Kwonspiracy come Ascension.

Josh Davidson: Is that something you’re willing to share?

Seo-hyung Kwon: And give up that advantage? I think not. Let’s just say that Ascension has just been taken to the next level, courtesy of Kwonspiracy.

Kwon and Avila step out of view.

Josh Davidon: Let’s go back to ringside.
A quiet setting. The camera focuses on the stars in the moon lit night above. Somewhere in the distance, an owl hoots. It is the only sound we hear aside from the soft crackling of a campfire as the camera comes down and captures the fire itself. Sitting behind it is a figure with one leg bent at the knee, serving as a rest for their tattooed forearm. The other leg is crossed under, half Indian style with the hand of another tatted arm resting on the thigh. Black jeans, riding boots and a bare tattooed chest underneath a black, leather vest adorned with studs. The figure’s face is out of focus but there’s only one man on Collision sporting this much ink on his body that one can barely find a patch of naked skin.

Darius Crowley: Jacob Striker….

The voice belonging to the Son of the Damned speaks out into the night as the shot comes into full focus and we see Darius’ face. He’s staring into the fire with an intense, concentrated look in his eyes.

Darius Crowley: You have exhausted me. I will give you that much credit. You have exhausted me, mentally, to the point that I no longer wish to make an attempt at fathoming where you come up with such….

Darius motions the hand of the arm resting on his knee and furrows his brow, searching for the right word.

Darius Crowley: ...based assumptions, that I have claimed to be something that I will admit that I am not. Goth. Elitist. I have claimed neither of those. Those are labels thrown around by people who do not understand what stands before them. Could I perhaps claim elitism? Perhaps. When I entered this business, I amassed an undefeated record until one man who shared in my perspective overall stepped onto the field and showed me that he was not like the rest. He didn’t speak words, Jacob. He didn’t spout idle threats. To be quite honest, he never said a single word the moment he stepped into this company. He showed me what he was capable of! Something you have failed to do time, after time, after time!

Darius is starting to get more animated as he motions to himself with the hand over his knee with tense fingers.

Darius Crowley: That is what I expect from people I step into the ring with, Jacob. Action. Not words. I expect them to show me what they can do. Not waste breath talking about it. Is that so wrong to ask? Is it so wrong to ask for the man or woman across the canvas from me to close their mouth, put up their hands and fight?! You want me to fear you, Jacob Striker? I have yet to fear any living man in just over the two and a half decades that I have breathed life on this Earth. I have bowed my head. I have bent the knee. I have pledged my allegiance to those in the past out of respect. Not because of fear. Why do I fear no man, you may ask? Is it out of stupidity? So some may claim. However, if you stop to look at the bigger picture, Jacob, you’ll see it is out of acceptance. I accept the reality of things. None of us are on this Earth forever. The end approaches for all of us. Death comes for us all. It is the beyond that most of us find unknown. Great halls await me when I am gone from here, Jacob Striker. I know this because I have accepted the life of someone who stares every challenge in the face and I welcome it!

Darius says this last part through his teeth as he brings his hands up, stretched out towards the fire, clenches them into fists and jerks them in towards himself.

Darius Crowley: I welcome the moment I find an opponent like that warrior again. Like Jag’hatai D’habi...The Ragman. There are times I find myself yearning to stand across the ring from someone with that fire and tenacity in their hearts again because with the exception of your friend, Lash Donohue, there has yet to be an opponent, win or loss, to truly sate my appetite for combat. It is what I live for, Jacob. That is why I do not fear. Especially, I do not fear you. You claim to want no acceptance from us yet you go on...and on….and on...and on...about your inner darkness. About your own connection to the shadow. We are nothing alike, Jacob Striker. We do not walk in shadow together. We are not fellow warriors. You are a temperamental child trying to play a game at a warrior’s life and it is going to get you hurt….

Darius looks directly into the camera, pointing his finger with a stern look on his face.

Darius Crowley: You want my fear, Jacob Striker? You will not have it. Nobody will. You want my respect? Put down your phone….

He motions with his hands as in typing away on a cell phone.

Darius Crowley: Hold your tongue...and use your actions, Jacob. Show me what you are...because as someone who spends so much time trying to explain himself as you have, you remind me of nothing more than a loud mouthed, little milkdrinker. Do you disagree with how I perceive you, Jacob? Does it really anger you to be called things such as “pretender”...”fake”...”manchild”...”milkdrinker”...”coward”...?

Darius leans forward from his position and narrows his eyes sternly.

Darius Crowley: ...Show me...otherwise….

Fade to black as Darius goes back to staring into the fire.
Roger Arden: The following contest is your opening match and is scheduled for one fall!

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

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

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

Roger Arden: SHE IS THE ANIME-ZING MOE RENNNNNNNHUANNNNNNNN!!!!

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

Roger Arden: Her opponent….

As the laser light show begins with the intro to the song “Rats” by Ghost, the Kwonspiracy logo hits the screen followed shortly by the worlds “New Universal Superstar” as the first verse of the song begins.

♫♫♫
In times of turmoil
In times like these
Beliefs contagious
Spreading disease
This wretched mischief is now coursing through your souls
Never to let go
Never to let go
Them rats!
♫♫♫

Roger Arden: Being accompanied to the ring by Seo-hyung Kwon! From Juarez, Mexico! Weighing in at 145 pounds! Representing The Kwonspiracy! HOPE...AAAAAAVIIIIIILAAAAAAA!!!

With Seo-hyung Kwon in tow, Avila rushes to the ring and slides under the rope. She leaps up to her feet and scales to the top turnbuckle before back flipping back into the ring as her music fades out.

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings, and Moe and Hope begin circling one another, their respective managers at ringside shouting words of encouragement. Moe turns and gives Lluvia a nod before stepping forward, and offering her hands up to Hope in a test of strength. The rookie wrestlers lock up, and both begin to try asserting their strength. Though thinner than the Universal Superstar, the Cosplay Princess uses her height to her advantage, pressing down on Hope before putting a boot into her stomach. Hope stumbles back, Moe in pursuit, before the Hispanic superstar fires off a HARD open palm strike straight to the face of the Anime-Zing one, catching her completely off guard. Moe’s eyes dim for a moment as she drops to a knee.

The following match is close, but it is apparent from the start that that one strike has shook Moe more than thought. Hope and Moe put on an exhibition of high flying and speed that wowed the audience, getting them on their feet. Both women’s managers kept to themselves, Seo and Lluv only involving themselves in encouraging their charges as the two young women threw caution to the wind.

The final moments of the match saw Moe run up the turnbuckle, leaping out of the corner for her UNITED STATES OF SMASH, but Hope had her scouted, causing the AnimeZing One to land hard on her back with a groan. The New Universal Superstar followed that up with a series of brutal leaping double foot stomps before wrapping Moe up in her brutal submission finisher FIRST KISS ON MARS! Renhuan tried to pull herself to the rope with Lluvia shouting words of encouragement, but Hope pulls her back to the middle of the ring and sits all the way back in the modified Boston Crab as Moe cries out in pain and slaps the mat in submission.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! HOPE..AAAAAAVILAAAAA!!!

Nick Hanson: That may or may not get in the head of the Kingdom there, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: What? Losing a one on one? It happens. I just wish these two sides weren’t at odds with each other. Imagine them together?

Nick Hanson: I’d rather not.

We cut to a dark room and a moment later a figure sits down in the middle of the shot which is revealed to be none other than Jacob Striker, already dressed in his wrestling gear and looking rather serious.

Jacob Striker: Ever since I have joined this company, there have been certain misconceptions about me, misconceptions that seem to be furthered by people who seem to think that they know better and are of the errant belief that they are superior just because my partner and I haven’t really gotten our feet under us here in this company and while that might be true, the falsehoods stop here and they stop now.

Jacob takes a moment to calm himself as he closes his eyes and grits his teeth, trying to calm his frustration before he opens his dark eyes again.

Jacob Striker: You ask anyone in this locker room, they will tell you that I’m one of the hardest workers here and that no matter what, win or lose, I am not afraid of the work and that makes me mighty. It makes me mighty in the fact that I don’t treat this as a game or a get rich quick scheme, I treat this profession with the very respect that it is due...respect that I myself is due in return and starting right here tonight, that is something that I’m going to take back and I’m going to start with you, Darius Crowley. You keep espousing on the “Shadow this” and the “Shadow that” like it is something great and should be worshipped when in fact it’s just your way of highlighting your own little ego trips, Darius. I mean honestly, you call everyone “pretenders” and yet you don’t do it to yourself when the truth of the matter is you’re nothing more than an elitist snob with not a singular inch of room to talk.

Jacob’s face then takes on a disgusted look before he shakes his head for a moment, but the look goes as away as he leans forward to look hard into the camera.

Jacob Striker: You see Darius, this isn’t about shadows like you want it to be. No, that’s just you wanting to make this whole match about you and turn it into your own private ego trip which isn’t something that I’m going to encourage or do, no. Tonight, in front of that very crowd out there, I’m going to turn this into a match about a man who is sick and fucking tired of being told that he doesn’t level up to anyone on this roster, that he doesn’t have that killer instinct...you yourself have *SEEN* that very killer instinct and it scares you, Darius.

Jacob Striker: It is that same thing that you yourself made reference to in this past week when you brought up the last two times that I stepped into the ring with you and Vanita. You don’t think that I don’t remember how quickly your mocking turned into fear when you saw that the quiet and respectable Jacob Striker finally let out what he’d been holding back? I held back just a little bit in my singles match about Vanita and when you saw how close I was to winning, you couldn’t allow anyone, let alone a “PRETENDER” to get a victory over one of your own and thus, you jumped into the ring and smashed a steel chair over my head to give Vanita the DQ.

Jacob chuckles again, but this time there is no mirth to it..more like the dry, humorless sound that a judge would make when he’s about to pass down his verdict and when he speaks, his tone is cold and hard.

Jacob Striker When it boils right down to it, Darius. You’re not a “leader” or even a “Patriarch”...shit son, the right word for someone like you, someone who goes around and calls people “pretenders” and “man children” and who decries people for being different but not the right kind of different, the “kind” of different that you believe that you set the real standard for here in NFW.

He simply points at the camera.

Jacob Striker: That’s called being a “hypocrite” and it’s going to be a pleasure to ram your self titled, hypocritical words right down your fucking throat because your fatal flaw is that self righteous attitude and belief that you’re unstoppable because of some great magical power allows you to be untouchable in that ring when four weeks ago, I had you fearing for your very fucking throat in that ring and that is something that I’m going to do again here tonight!

He then leans back in his chair and holds up both of his hands for the camera to see and the viewer takes in both of his rough, calloused hands as he slowly extends his fingers out fully.

Jacob Striker: I have made people bleed with my chops and when I hit someone with a lariat, to them it feels like their very lungs have collapsed, Darius. New Frontier Wrestling hasn't seen me at my best, but tonight Darius...you will get the honor of seeing why so many people have started to fucking respect what I can do in that ring, tonight you are entering MY *DOMAIN* as you lay there at my fucking feet, looking up at the spotlights because while people like you THINK that they are meant to be kings in this sport, you are nothing before me because I was fucking *BRED* for it.

Jacob then slowly lowers his hands as he gives the camera one last long hard look, a tight smile appears on his face before he speaks again and when he does, there is a hint of emotion to it...both mirthful yet hard at the same time.

Jacob Striker: I told you once, Darius. I wasn't going to do anything that would cost me the one good thing in my life which is Katrina, but tonight I don’t think she’d mind watching me end an annoying little mini-boss like you on my own path of glory. Because tonight Darius, you can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you're going to be doing all of that.

Jacob then gives the camera a rather “Negan” kind of smile.

Jacob Striker: Be seeing you real soon, Darius.

Jacob then stands up and walks out of the camera’s view as the screen fades to black.

We cut to a hallway “earlier today” as Ronnie North and AIden Reynolds walk together. Aiden six feet away from Ronnie, his hands in the pocket of his black and red hoodie. Ronnie looking arrogant and...oily….as ever.

Aiden Reynolds: So, uh, I’m all down for havin a right chat with ya mate. But why are we here? I thought we could have a bit of a fair dinkum banter at the arena.

Ronnie North: I know what four of those words were. Anyway, I just wanted to pick your brain about some casting ideas I had for my upcoming Nude Frontier Wrestling video. I figure it’s fortuitous we ended up in this match because I need to cast a look-alike to play the parody version of you. Have you given any thought to how you’d like to be portrayed if you were putting your junk in a ladies business? Maybe multiple ladies?

Aiden stops and blinks slowly with a shocked look on his face.

Aiden Reynolds: Mate, I’m a married man. I don’t really give it any thought. But I mean...I guess it can’t hurt as long as the bloke doesn’t look TOO much like me….

They turn and move into a nondescript room. A bunch of tall, somewhat good looking and fit “actors” stand against a wall. Aiden raises an eyebrow as they all say a few things and try to copy Aidens facial expressions

Aiden Reynolds: Mate, they’re all American….

Ronnie North: Actually I’m pretty sure Rick down there at the end is from New Zealand. Is that right, Rick?

One of the men (presumably Rick) gives a thumbs up.

Ronnie North: See? That’s probably close enough.

Aiden turns slowly, his jaw down from being shocked.

Aiden Reynolds: I don’t know where to begin with that, But part of me wants to hit you….

Aiden shakes his head and looks around the room.

Aiden Reynolds: Wait. They need to stay six feet apart right?. How are they going to do this?

Ronnie motions to the guys who all drop trow.

Aiden Reynolds: Oh...I see…..uh...I still don’t know which one should…”do the job”

Ronnie North: Honestly I was just going to cast myself but I figured I had the perfect consultant on tap. If you wanna hear line reads or see poses or anything feel free to ask. You’re in charge, pal.

Ronnie gestures to the lineup of gentlemen and their...talents. Aiden shakes his head and sighs looking at the one guy who looks close enough to himself and has tattoos.

Aiden Reynolds: He’ll do mate...look I don’t think we should be too focused on your...movie...when we have this six person tag match we gotta get through. I’m just starting to get some momentum after beating Holland...can I count on you to have my back?

Ronnie almost seems offended. He scoffs.Twice.

Ronnie North: I’m relatively new to this singles thing man but I am a team specialist. Save for the one we’re in I’ve won tag gold in every company I’ve been in. I’ve got your back, your front, your sides...up, down, and all around. You can count on me, Dundee.

Ronnie, proud of his rhyme, holds his hands up or a high five but Aiden doesn’t reciprocate.

Ronnie North: Right. Social distancing.

Ronnie mimes a long-distance high five and Aiden shakes his head and walks away. Ronnie turns back to the others and clears his throat.

Ronnie North: Pants up guys, come on. It’s like a butcher shop window in here.

Ronnie shakes his head and walks offscreen the other direction, the scene fading out.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Suddenly through the din of noise at ringside, the faint sounds of sirens can be heard followed by a woman speaking like she is on an emergency alert system begins to speak.

Attention citizens, this is a city wide announcement
A level one situation is in effect
All non-essential personnel evacuate immediately
to your designated zones

Repeat
Warning level red
evacuate NOW

Just as suddenly the voice speaks, it flows into a drum and guitar beat starts up and begins to echo through the arena before suddenly a powerful synthesizer beat hits.

Roger Arden: And now introducing from Arkham Massachusetts, he weighs in tonight at two hundred and twenty seven pounds.

<Lost in the time, in the way>
<Gone but not forgotten>
<New secret crimes to repay>
<Now the walls have fallen>

<And so it's now or never>

As Blue Stahl’s “Enemy” plays throughout the arena, the video wall shows some highlights of the young wrestler's career from his debut elsewhere to his sudden appearance during WWH's "Shogun" PPV to his most recent matches around the world, a man steps out onto the entrance way in a black denim vest with a bandanna covering the lower half of his face and a rope noose draped around his neck.

<I'm breathing in>
<I'm breathing out>
<I'll cut the ties>
<That hold me down>

Roger Arden: He is one half of the Dark Circle tag team, the "Real Rock'n'Rolla" of prfessional wrestling and the Warhorse of NFW...this is the "Natural" Jacob Striker!!!

<I'm breathing in>
<I'm breathing out>
<I'll be the enemy>

Striker yanks the bandana down from his face to reveal a very predatory smile on his face before he starts his stride to the ring, high fiving the occasional fan on his way before he makes his way to the ring itself and heads to the far end of the ring where he quickly hops up onto the ring apron, and then draws his right thumb across his throat slowly before throwing up that hand into the air in a “too sweet” motion before he ducks under the top ropes and into the ring.

Roger Arden: And...his opponent!

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

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

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

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

~DING DING DING~

Crowley began the match circling Striker in the worker's walk but with his hands behind his back and casting him little more than sideways glances as they walked. Striker, feeling insulted by what seems like obvious disrespect moves in a bit too quickly and without much thought. Crowley spins around with a round house kick but Striker manages to block it, only to press his advantage to eat a follow up headbutt to the forehead that opens him up wto a back spin roundhouse kick to the side of the head that sends him sprawling to the canvas on his knees.

Striker, showing his toughness, recovers and quickly gets to his feet only to find himself on the receiving end of strikes and kicks, driving him back into the corner as he manages to block most of them. A gut kick plants him in the corner and Darius is on him in a flash, battering him with brutal forearms, palms, knees, and even a headbutt or two, driving him down to a seat in the corner. There he starts choking Striker out with his foot, prompting the referee to move in. After a count of four, he releases him and steps back the customary five feet before rushing past the referee with a brutal knee shot to the head in the corner. Jacob goes limp, half slumped over the ropes.

Crowley gathers Striker up and lifts him to a seat on top of the turnbuckle. He climbs up top with him, looking for a suplex but as he goes for the lift, Jacob hooks his leg in the rope. Crowley tries again and still, Striker doesn't budge. He places a rib shot to the man to loosen him up a bit, and as he goes for the lift, Jacob hits a hard gut shot followed by another and another. He frees his head and shoves Crowley off! Crowley makes an impressive tuck and roll on landing and gets to his feet running back to the corner as Striker, thinking fast, leaps off and hits Darius with a diving Crossbody block, hooking the leg on impact for a 2 count, Darius tossing striker off with both men getting to their feet!

Striker hits a solid right cross on Crowley, followed by another and another, finishing off with a spin and a hard SATOSHI-KOJIMA LARIAT that sends his foe falling back into the ropes! As Darius dips forward, he unwittingly sets him up for a Regal Knee that snaps him back upright and falling back into the ropes once more, a hooked arm keeping him upright. Jacob then lights up Darius' chest with multiple knife edge chops, the crowd wooing with each loud, chest blistering smack! This has the affect of angering Crowley who swings wildly and finds himself caught in a cravate! As Striker wrenches and squeezes Crowley's neck, Crowley slips in a hard elbow shot, then kicks his leg out from under him, dropping him down!

Crowley bursts for the ropes, snaps off as Striker gets to his feet, then drops down. Crowley hops over him to keep from tripping, hits the ropes across from him and snaps off. He's caught in an arm hook, but manages to twist and slip around for a rear waistlock but Striker catches him with an elbow to the head and pulls him right back into that Cravate again! Darius manages to walk him into the ropes where the referee is once again forced to break things up. As he does so, Crowley gets a parting shot right to Striker's jaw that staggers and then drops him to one knee! Shoving the referee aside, Crowley runs in and hits a double foot stomp on the back of Striker, driving him down to the canvas while flipping off of him and landing with a little mock bow to the crowd.

Crowley turns, gathering Striker up only to eat a hard shot to the face! Suddenly Crowley finds himself on the receiving end of some stiff, staggering right hand shots. One, two, three, and a spin around with a forth getting blocked. Crowley goes for a Fireman's carry suplex but Striker rolls off his shoulder and heads for the nearby ropes, springboarding off with THE BEAUTIFUL DISASTER but Crowley ducks the shot, leaving Striker landing off balance and opening him up perfectly for a BICYCLE KNEE and STRAIGHT INTO MORDOR! One does not simply go to mordor without being pinned. 1-2-3!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! DARIUS...CROWLEY!!!

As Darius’ music played on, the man sat up out of the cover, and sat beside Jacob Striker, cross legged in the center of the mat. He looked stoically around at the audience before turning his attention to Jacob. He reached over and gave the man a couple of pats on the cheek before rising to his feet and leaving the ring with a shake of his head.

Matt Salvatore: Darius doesn’t look too thrilled, Nick.

Nick Hanson: Can’t say he does.

The Collision center is abuzz when we cross over to an open air portion of the Collision Center where there's a good ol' fashioned SACTAP bee bee que going down!

Green: Mmmm-mmm. It's frickin cool how we get to do this, you guys!

Flames and acrid smoke poured from the grill as Green, complete with 'rubber ducky' apron, turned over sausages, steaks and shish kabobs.

Red: HAHAHAHA. Yo, dood. Check it out! This steak kind of looks like Arceri!

Blue: Hah! It's got a lollipop and everything!

The three of them chuckle as the camera pans down to look at a T-bone, of which part has melted off the bone and is hanging loosely.

Green: C'mon, you guys. Don't insult my cooking like this.

Red: Oh I'm not my dood, but I just wanna show ya how to grill this particular piece of meat. This Ebony morsel. You gotta press it into the grill like this..

Green chuckles and shakes his head as the grill hisses and smoke pours while Red seemingly presses the 'Ebony' steak with the spatula. Green reaches for the salt..

Red: Oh, no no no. This steak don't need none of that, Green. Bitch is as salty as it's gonna get.

Green: But..

Red is about to cut Green off again when a sausage goes POP and both he and Green jump back a little as it flips itself over and rolls off the grill to the ground.

Blue: Red, DON'T!

Green: He's gonna, Blue.

Green shook his head and put his hands on his hips as Lash stooped down and picked up the sausage. He quickly inspects the still raw vagabond sausage before peeling his helmet back and taking a bite.

Lash Donohue: Yarg. It's barely cooked at all, and it thinks it can just flip its ass off the grill like that?!

Blue and Green both just silently stare at the meat cooking away. They knew better than to get in his way.

Lash Donohue: It could sure as heck use some seasoning! And what's this red fuzz stuck to the bottom?!

Lash chews awkwardly as both Keiji and Cass remove their helmets, sensing that the remaining meat is just about ready to go in their stomachs. Cass raises an eyebrow..

Cass Baumer: It's been on the sidewalk, Lash. Who knows what it's g..

Lash Donohue: Yeah, you're right. I'ma put this loud ass, half cooked, unseasoned, fluffy red sidewalk sausage in the trash where it belongs!

Lash quickly disposed of the offending sausage and closed the trash can.

Cass Baumer: Oh! Look! There's this little baby sausage that made it into the pack somehow!

Lash Donohue: That's Ian.

Cass burst out laughing, but Keiji picked up the half pint sausage with the tongs and hurled it at Lash in disgust. It only just misses his head.

Cass Baumer: I've had my own troubles with these two individuals, Keiji. So have you.

Keiji Sugiwara: Yeah, but I want to actually eat this food before you two name it after anyone else I dislike. Speaking of which, grub's good to go you guys! Get into it!

Cass doesn't need to be told twice, instantly grabbing a plate and piling it up with steak and kabobs and onion.

Lash Donohue: Hold up, Keiji. I got a couple of things to take care of, I'ma eat soon!

Keiji Sugiwara: Well at least take ya Ebony steak, nobody else is gonna eat it!

Lash shrugged and took off his gloves, grabbing the T-bone with his bare hands. Keiji and Lash shrug at one another before Lash walked away from the party, a roving camera following as he sinks his teeth into the steak.

Lash Donohue: Mmm..

Lash pulls a face. He looks down at the greasy, dripping steak and shows it to the camera.

Lash Donohue: How can a steak be so well done on the outside, yet still pink as fuck in the middle. Damn it, Arceri. Ya just keep on letting me down!

Lash reared back and frisbee'd the steak over a back fence, where it seemingly landed in someone's pool with a 'splash'.

Lash Donohue: Where was I? Oh right. Undercooked meat. Undercooked opponents..

Lash looked the camera dead in the lens.

Lash Donohue: Me, super awesome crime tackler extraordinaire, representative of the Fountain of Justice..

Lash held up the peace sign to Cass and Keiji as Keiji called him over to eat once more, before returning his gaze to the camera.

Lash Donohue: Haha. I'm taking on Ebony Arceri of Onslaught, whose most significant act all week, was eating an all day sucker. A damn lollipop..

Lash sneered just a little bit.

Lash Donohue: And speaking of all day suckers, our other opponent goes ahead and inks the name of her faction..

Lash chuckle-snorts.

Lash Donohue: Complete with HASHTAG, on her gotdang arm!

He breaks into laughter, but he shakes his head as he composes himself.

Lash Donohue: I kinda feel bad for her, man. She's going to regret that in approximately six weeks. Mark my words.

He sighs.

Lash Donohue: Seriously though, there's a lot of things that the two of you are going to regret tonight. You two are going to regret not putting in the time and attention that this contendership match freakin' demands. You two are going to regret taking your eyes off the prize. Heck, it's like y'all never had your eyes ON the prize and that makes me mad as eff..

Lash's face darkened for a second before he cleared his throat, continuing to speak with a newfound intensity as he points to the camera, and by extension, Layla and Ebony.

Lash Donohue: Most of all, you two are going to regret taking SACTAP lightly. I'm going to make an example out of y'all, prove to the world that you shouldn't freakin' do that. It's gonna hurt like a motherfucker when the team that everyone makes fun of goes on to a clean sweep on our path to the tag team championships at Ascension!

The smirk returned.

Lash Donohue: Dayum won't that hurt like a sonofabitch? And it's all on your own heads! Y'all have Lash freakin' Donohue tonight! This kid can pretzel your limbs before you know which direction ya asshole is pointing, you crazy bitches! What are y'all THINKING?!

Keiji Sugiwara: Lash are ya freakin' eating or not??

Lash rolls his eyes.

Lash Donohue: Aight, gotta go. Dad's calling me. I'll see y'all out there.

He pointed to the camera and smirked once more before turning back toward the barbecue. The scene fades out and we cut to a commercial.
The camera shifts from the ringside area to the backstage as The Second City Riot Squad are seen in the locker room. Big Jed Coffey is in the background getting a quick pump on as he’s working out with bands. Layla Diaz is inaudibly talking with him while Leah Aguero is standing in the foreground with Josh Davidson.

Josh Davidson: Leah, tonight the Second City Riot Squad has the chance to move one step closer to tag title contention as representatives of SCRS, Onslaught and SACTAP compete in a triple threat match to determine the number one contenders. The SCRS and Kwonspiracy as a whole have only been around for four weeks and it seems the entirety of your unit is making an impact quickly.

Leah’s attention is momentarily drawn to what’s going on behind her as Jed let’s out a loud grunt as he attempts to get his biceps to pop a bit more with his bands. Leah turns back to Josh.

Leah Aguero: It would seem that everyone around these parts has a thing or two to say about SCRS or Kwonspiracy. They say we can’t do things on our own. The only way we produce results is by bringing in the numbers and ganging up on others. You know what I call that? Hypocrisy. Since I have been here, I have seen Molly Hatchet, Dokeuki and Dana Rotten get involved time and time again. Kwonspiracy believes in business. If you see us “gang up” on someone it sure as hell isn’t going to be during a match. We save that for after the bell rings.

Josh Davidson: If I may interject briefly, some may argue that the Second City Riot Squad is in tonight’s number one contenders match due to interference from one Jed Coffey.

The mere mention of his name sparks Jed to look up at the camera.

Leah Aguero: Oh, I’m sorry. Perhaps you need to go back and watch that match again. Did you see Jed Coffey lay a finger on any member of our opposition last week? No, you didn’t. What you saw was Jed getting up on the apron to alert the referee that Diaz’s shoulders were not on the mat for the pin. If someone takes issue with the fact that the referee has a case of ADHD then they should take it up with him; not us.

Josh Davidson: Regardless of the methods that brought the Second City Riot Squad to tonight’s dance your team will be represented in this triple threat match. Many around these parts have heard the name of War Queen Leah and the prominence you have established for yourself. I would have to believe you choosing Layla Diaz over yourself to compete in this match is somewhat of a shocker to say the least. Is there a reason why you chose for Layla Diaz to represent SCRS over yourself?

Leah Aguero: It’s true. I’ve done some shit. I carry a little bit of clout wherever I go but this isn’t about me. This is about The Second City Riot Squad coming after those Tag Team Titles. Everyone’s expecting me to show up to the dance. What they don’t expect? That’s Diaz stepping in and taking out the whole opposition after they underestimate her for being a rook. You see, this is only Diaz’s third pro match, her first match in which she can’t tag out. I’m not nervous about sending Diaz in on her own. She’s already shown she’s more than capable of getting the job done.

Layla Diaz hears the two discussing her and leaves Jed in the background to step up and take over the conversation.

Layla Diaz: Yous can stop talkin’ bout me like I ain’t fricken’ right her and shit. Yo, Joshie-poo. At first I was all like “Wut?!” when da announcement came out I’m ova her representin’ SCRS. Da more I thought bout it, damn right I represent. Sure, I may be greener den Rangah Red’s partnah over der but deys act like I can’t bring da fight. I been wantin’ ta be a wrestlah since I was tree years old yo. Me an mah bros would put on Univision ova at da complex an act dat shit out. Jus cuz I finally got trained don’t mean I ain’t got da passion ova her. Listen up, tonight I gots Red Rangah, some smart mouth prick dat dresses up in spandex an tinks its cute ta make puns an shit. Naw, dog. Fucks dat. Dat ain’t mah style. I ain’t gonna sit her and play dress up for yous amusement. I’ma do wut I’ma gonna do and dats show dat SCRS came her fo one reason an one reason; dem tag titles baby. Instead, dis spandex wearin’ muthafuka tink he gonna cruise on tru to win da good fight. Bish please. Yous may be walkin’ round tryin’ ta rep Chi-town but we alls know yous straight Cali, Brah. Tru and tru. So yous train round deez parts? Where at? Northshore? Streeterville. Get off that noise, Brah. SCRS reppin’ dat southside which yous know nuttin’ bout. We be straight out da hood and lookin’ fo a fight. So whiles you all “Go, go SACTAP go” we be puttin’ in da work. We be reppin’ our squad on da daily. We ain’t plain’ touchy feely like yous been tryin’ ta do on Twitta wit by boyfriend, Mighty Jed. Yous call yaself a manwhore. Wells, I’ma bout ta make yous mah bish.

Josh Davidson: Now let’s not forget this match will be a triple threat match. While you feel you are ready to face Lash Donohue you will also need to contest with one half of Onslaught, Ebony Arceri.

Layla Diaz: Yous tink I’ma stupid or sumtin’? It’s right der on da fricken’ card. Triple threat match. Spandex boy, sugah tits and mahself. Yous ova her actin’ like I don’t know who Ebony Arceri is and shit. She wanna pretend ta be a a sour patch kid; sour ta some, sweet ta othas. Naw, she jus anotha posah from Cali. I knows ya type, Ebony. Grew up in Manhattan Beach; upscale eateries, boutiques an surfer boys. Yet yous still wanna walk round wit all black and dem Doc Martens. If yous want a real boot yous take a look at dem Timbs on mah girl, Leah, ova her. Den again, da only way yous gettin’ a closa look is when dey be plastered cross ya face. Check dis, I don’t cares where either yous come from. I don’t cares whatchus done in da past up until our arrival. Just like dem two goth bishes last week been sayin’ “We da standard bearer round her.” Not anymore yo. Since SCRS an da Kwonspiracy came up in dis joint, we been turnin’ some heads. Tonight, prepare ta be shook cuz it’s gonna be straight Knees and Cuttas fo da two of yous. Da Second City Riot Squad is movin’ on ta Ascension and beat dem two goody two shoes, da Skill Vendorz. Drip bah drip, Kwonspiracy finna take ova NFW gold cuz we ain’t no cult or some wannabe Kingdom. We jus out ta prove we’s some of da top talent ‘round and we ain’t bidin’ our time until dey see fit. We takin’ ours by any means necessary. Now get ta steppin’ Joshie-boy. We gots business ta handle befo’ tonight’s festivities.

Josh Davidson leaves the locker room as the trio of Second City Riot Squad begin talking amongst themselves. With that, the camera shifts back to ringside.
The tron fires up, showing an isolated part of the arena. Cherry Addams, clad in a simple pair of jeans, and a black tank top, stands with her back to the camera.

Cherry: And I quote "You be amazed how you get when ya see someone you love so much laid out and beaten to shit." Funny that, Morgan. You're absolutely right. And that's why, I'm answering blood, with blood.

Cherry turns to face the camera, a bloody crowbar in her left hand, hanging limply by her side.

Cherry: Look familiar? I sure hope it does, because it has bonded us. Now, I know you love Lil, but you yourself told me what has to be done. You planted this seed in my mind, you sparked the flame of my vengeance! Now I know, I have a six person tag tonight. I assure you Vain, Ronnie, Aiden our team is absolutely ready. Now, does she trust her partners, I hear you asking.

The crowbar slowly raises from her side, the dried blood more visible now, as Addams points the implement of destruction at the camera. A wicked smile crosses her face, as she allows the moment to draw on for an unconscious amount of time, before saying a word.

Cherry: I don't know if you've met me, but I don't exactly scream works well with others. But for what's at stake? Oh, I'd stand side by side with my mortal enemy. No, I'm not talking about that Silver Mountain Championship. I'm more focused on she who holds it.

Cherry's smile disappears, and she swings the crowbar wildly, nailing the wall next to her. A series of savage growls, and screams escape her, as she continues to lay into the wall, knocking a sizable hole into it, covering her in debris.

Cherry: Let's not twist facts, I have nothing against Jas, but I'm going to destroy everything Lil loves, I'm going to take away the things she holds dear! Because, hey. Morgan said it best, once again, I quote "You be amazed how you get when ya see someone you love so much laid out and beaten to shit." Yeah, well, I'm telling you now, don't be, I'm pissed, and I'm coming.

Cherry stands there, all the anger built up causing her to tremble, the camera starts to back away, but the sheer amount of rage in Cherry's eyes is undeniable.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a Triple Threat Match! Whoever wins this match will earn the right for their team to go onto Ascension, April 28th, to face the NFW Tag Team Champions! Introducing first…

“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: From Chicago, Illinois! Representing Second City Riot Squad! Accompanied by Jed Coffey and Leah Aguero. Weighing in at 126 pounds! LAYLA...DIAZ!!!!

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 Layla climbs into the ring and readies herself for the match. Coffey gets back down on the outside with Leah as they watch the match from the outside.

As soon as the music stops, however, the referee calmly motions to Jed and Leah, motioning for them to leave ringside. Leah and Jed put up a resistance, briefly arguing with the official before he reminds them of General Manager Luthor Callaway’s rule stated at the beginning of the tournament. Begrudgingly, Leah and Jed leave but not before fist bumping and hugging Layla, wishing her luck.

Roger Arden: And...her opponents….

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

Roger Arden: First...from Manhattan Beach, California! Representing Onslaught, weighing in at 125 pounds. EBONY...ARCERI!!!!

The arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage which moves in tune to the beat of Seventeen girls in a row and the lights come back on as there is a sudden explosion of fiery pyro and Lash gets a warm reaction as he leaps out from the backstage area at the same time..

Roger Arden: And...from Calabasas, California...representing SACTAP...weighing in at 205 pounds….

Lash Donohue, adorned in his usual furry hat and coat, strides down the ramp confidently, his arms stretched out, slapping the hands which reach out
The fans get a lot more enthusiastic as Lash leaps up onto the barricade and shows off his agility by casually making his way down it..

Roger Arden: ...Diamond...LASH...DONOHUE!!!!

Lash reaches the end of the barricade wall and looks around, giving a somewhat cocky smirk as several flashbulbs go off while he leaps from the Wall to the ring apron, strikes his trademark pose and 'skins the cat'. Lash Donohue ascends to the top rope and gestures for the crowd to get louder before jumping down and awaiting the start of the match.

~DING DING DING~

As the bell rang, the three began to circle around the ring, trying to decide who they should each go after. It wasn’t too long before Lash Donohue suddenly stopped and held his hands out to Layla and Ebony, turning to Ebony then and pointing saying he had something for her. To the shock and curiosity of the commentary and audience, Lash dug down into his wrestling tights, making faces like he was searching for something he stored down in the front. Finally his eyes went wide as if to say ‘there it is!’ He pulled out the miniature sausage that Cass Baumer had found in which Lash had mentioned that it represented Ian Dickenson. Lash wiggled it at Ebony, pointing to it then her before just tossing it to her. Ebony let the sausage hit the mat and batted it away with her foot, beginning to ask Lash if he thought that shit was really cute and that’s when Layla Diaz took advantage of the distraction and ran up, unloading on the other woman. Ebony started to try and mount a defense and as the two laid into each other, Lash Donohue leaned back against the turnbuckle he was standing by. The audience in attendance just laughed as the man shrugged and motioned to the two ladies throwing hands.

Lash Donohue did eventually get pulled into the action when Ebony Arceri floored Layla Diaz with a suplex onto the outside floor then, as Lash was goofing off inside the ring, Ebony climbed to the top turnbuckle and dove off with a Missile Dropkick! As he went to pull himself up to his feet, Ebony ran to the ropes, coming off with a Springboard DDT and a nearfall. Onslaught’s representative in the match continued to take out her growing frustration at the SACTAP member’s mockery and other antics but when she really started gaining a head of steam, Layla Diaz ran up as Ebony turned and caught her with a step up hurricanrana! She then attempted to capitalize on Lash with a diving crossbody as he made it to his feet. Lash rolled through into a nearfall, however, Layla kicked out. Lash pulled her to her feet and threw her into the ropes but missed the lariat attempt and got caught in a Satellite DDT. Diaz went for another cover but here came Arceri to break it up after 2! The aggression in the match started to escalate as each competitor started going for their higher impact maneuvers. It was also when Lash Donohue started digging around and bringing in the weapons. This came back to bite him a little later as Donohue got Arceri set up in the corner, sitting back against a trash can and ran in for his cannonball senton. As such, however, this was a spot Lash always missed, botched, got wrong - however people wanted to see it - and as he went for the roll, he overshot and ended up with his legs caught over the turnbuckle, sitting up on the corner in the Tree of Woe. As Ebony rolled out of the ring, she ended up turning right into a chair being THROWN into her face by Layla Diaz! Ebony hit the floor and Layla immediately climbed up onto the top turnbuckle above where Lash was trying to free himself out of the Tree of Woe.

When he saw Layla up in position, he held his hands up, looking like he was about to ask her to talk this out instead. But Layla didn’t hesitate and jumped right down onto Lash with a DOUBLE FOOT STOMP sending him CRASHING down onto the trash can!!!!! The crowd “OHHHHHHHH’ed” as they heard the sound of flesh and bone crushing flimsy metal beneath it. Cover. Nearfall as Ebony Arceri came diving in to break up the pin!!!! Blood visibly trickled down her forehead from the flying chair. Furious, Layla got up and pulled the groggy Ebony to her feet as Lash rolled to safety out of the ring. Meanwhile, Layla and Ebony began another trade off of shots with Layla seeming to rock Ebony before going for a Fisherman Suplex. As she went for the lift, however, Ebony managed to wriggle and turn her body, landing behind Layla. She managed to catch Layla by the arms, however, and twist her around into position for TRAGEDY EVER AFTER!!! Cover and 1! 2! 3!

~DING DING DING~

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

Nick Hanson: Ebony Arceri has won it for her team! You know Ian Dickenson’s gotta be watching from the back!

Matt Salvatore: Onslaught is going to Ascension for the Tag Team Titles again the Skillz Vendorz!

A camera focuses on a half gloved hand handling an odd sight, a black rose. Carefully those fingers avoid the thorns on it's equally blackened stem as a woman's voice is heard speaking. This voice has a hint of a southern accent, slightly rasped with a bit of a husky, breathy quality to it. It's familiar, but you can't quite place it exactly as you listen with the rest of the fans over the house P/A system live and the speakers of those watching at home on their digital or analogue conveyance of their choice. There's no scenery to speak of, just a hand in the dark holding this odd rose.

Unknown Female Voice: Sometimes taking a shortcut can bring you the promise of a shorter path to your goal, be it going home, material gain, or the fast fleeting mistress of fame and fortune for a night or two. Othertimes? It leads to disaster. That back alley may take you home faster, but the dangers hiding within those dark shadows could lead to you bleeding out in the street, everything precious to you taken off your dying body on those filthy streets....

We hear her chuckle darkly.

Unknown Female Voice: An ignoble end that could've been avoided by staying on that safer, well lit path. Lara Bratton, Hope Avila, Jansen Myrrh, Leah Aguero, Layla Diaz, Kan Tai....

Slowly blood begins to drip from the center of the rose onto that pale hand as those names are mentioned.

Unknown Female Voice: You've strayed from that path of safety. Through your actions, you've sowed the seeds of your own destruction. Even as I speak, you wonder into those shadows blind, unaware that there are monsters gathering around you, covered with sharp edges, ready to pierce that perfect, unblemished flesh. You hurt but one of us, but when one is down, more join to take her place.

We see the flash of parted black lips with a pearly white smile.

Unknown Female Voice: When we come together, your dreams, aspirations, desires, and most importantly.... your numbers... won't mean a thing. We're going to eat your entire Kwonspiracy alive.

She starts to sing a part of a song that should be very familiar to the members of the Kwonspiracy, their very own theme.

Unknown Female Voice: 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 innnnsssssiiiiiiiidddddeeeee.

Another dark chuckle sounds.

Unknown Female Voice: Molly Hatchet by herself is a bad dream, but what you've done is bring out every....single...fucking...nightmare you can possibly imagine. So when they find you on that dirty street, bleeding out with everything you held dear taken from you, know this.... You could've avoided it. Now? You won't be able to escape us. Enjoy your one evening of reprieve. After this night is over there will be no peace. You wanted a war? Motherfuckers, you've got a war. Heaven help you against the monsters you've awakened.

With a flip in the hand the rose vanishes in a wisp of fire that dances in the hand brilliantly. There's a flash of a face but the focus is such that we never really see who it is beyond short blond hair and dark colored eyes. Dark laughter fills the air, fading out as we transition back to ringside.
It's dark outside by the production trucks. A figure with a hoodie pulled up over her head is pacing back and forth with a cigarette hanging out of her lips. She turns, blowing a cloud of smoke off to the side as she steps forward, the dim lights showing just the lower half of her face.

HEIDI: Last week I came back to get my revenge. People wanna take me out, they need to try harder than that. My whole life people have been trying to eliminate me or push me aside but I always come back. I am a fucking cockroach. I am back here in NFW though and I am hungrier than ever. I am not being put aside and I will take what I fucking want. I will hurt people I love and I will burn this fucking place to the ground if I have to.

Heidi pulls her hood down quickly, her black hair tied into a ponytail. She steps closer to the camera with a grin.

HEIDI: Now here we are at Collision, a bit of a pit stop before the real war, but I am just as eager to hurt someone. My whole career I haven't been the best at being in a team but Dona and myself are on the same wavelength. We are both willing to go to the same extremes too. The pair of us will be a dangerous fucking team here or anywhere else that wants to test us.

She takes another drag from her cigarette before flicking it on the ground and stomping on it.

HEIDI: I know our opponents aren't going to fuck around but they will be stupid and underestimate us. Everyone always does that shit to me and it ends up getting them hurt. I have proven myself all over the world and so has Donna. We are going to conquer the main event tonight. We are going on there with the mentality to win no matter what we have to do. It is simple. Can Jansen and Kan Tai say the same? How dark are they willing to go? Because while I was at hope hurt I ended up building up a lot of anger and anxiety I need to let out on someone and these two seem perfect.

Heidi nods her head a few times, flipping the hood back up as she starts to walk to the camera.

HEIDI: The time for talk is over though. Who cares if I say I am gonna win, right? I much rather show everyone what I plan on doing. It's fight time and Heidi's coming to kill ya.

Heidi heads past the camera, pushing into the guy a bit as it turns and shows her pushing the doors open into the bright hallway.
The camera is wandering around backstage at the Collision Center. They are looking for any of the roster members, for an interview, words, a challenge, anything. As it wandered in it’s search the faint sound of drumming echoes down the hallway. The camera follows the sound down a hallway. It turns a corner to see Sativa Nevaeh and the sound stops.

Sativa Nevaeh: They are getting louder, can you hear them now?

Sativa continued searching the hallway. She looked in and behind crates. Opened random doors, looking into the rooms before slamming them in frustration

Sativa Nevaeh: You have to be able to hear them now. They are so loud.

Getting more animated, and angry, Sativa starts knocking over stacks of boxes and equipment.

Sativa Nevaeh: The drums! The drums need to stop! This endless pounding driving me mad!

Sativa leans against a wall and slides down to the floor. She lowers her head and rests it in her hands.

Sativa Nevaeh: I know how to stop it. I do. But I don’t want to have to do that. I don’t want to be that person anymore. That’s not what they need from me.

Sativa trails off. She grinds her hands into her face, trying in vain to stop the drumming she hears. A fluttering of wings causes her to look up. A large blackbird, a crow or raven, lands on a box next to her. She looks up at it in awe for a moment. Then a grin slowly spreads across her face.

Sativa Nevaeh: Yes.That might be able to help. Maybe it’ll work. Maybe...

Sativa reaches up slowly, carefully, and strokes the bird’s feathery head. It gives a squawk of happiness. Sativa nods her head and stares at the wall opposite her. The bird starts to tap and pick at the box.


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

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

Roger Arden: Introducing first! Representing Onslaught! From Hawthorne, California! Weighing in at 250 pounds! He is the Hawthorne Horror! IAN...DICKENSON!!! And...his opponent!

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.

Roger Arden: "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~

The bell rings out and the match kicks off with both Eddy Malcovich and Ian Dickenson trading verbal barbs while they circled. Finally locking up in the middle, Eddy sweeps under and goes for a hip toss yet Dickenson swings Malcovich around and sends him staggering with a wicked european uppercut! Eddy shakes off the cobwebs and he grimaces before nearly taking Ian's head off with a european uppercut of his own! Ian angrily charges in to respond with an even harder euro-cut yet Eddy sidestepped, took Ian over with a snapmare and delivers a harsh snap kick to the spine. Ian balls his fists and grimaces in pain before he swiftly slumps to the mat courtesy of a pump side kick. Malcovich with a standing moonsault and cover, Dickenson getting the shoulder up right on two.

Dickenson manages to turn the tide on Malcovich as he pounces and goes to deliver MMA style mounted punches, catching both of Malcovich's wrists and throwing them back before hooking both hands around Malcovich's throat and then delivering a brutal sit out choke bomb, landing in a pinning predicament and getting a two count. Ian is definitely frustrated as he grabs Malcovich by the hair, yanks his head back and knocks him senseless with a flurry of brutal forearm shots to the cheek, jaw and temple. Dickenson easily hauls Eddy Malcovich to a vertical base. Irish whip by Dickenson yet Eddy holds firm and reverses before sweeping Ian into a hammerlock, letting out a roar and then reeling him in with a lariat which turns the big man inside out! Cover and a very close two and three quarter count!

Malcovich grits his teeth and tries to haul Dickenson to his feet but he is surprised by a kick to the gut and a lifting DDT. Ian quickly rolls out of the ring, taking a powder while Malcovich recuperates on the mat. Ian begins chuckling evilly as he marches over to the commentary table, ripping the cover off and hurling the monitors to the ground.

Ian is suddenly catapulted into the barricade with the force of a running suicide dive from a pissed off and rejuvenated Eddy Malcovich, and both men seem to writhe in pain on the mats outside while the referee begins his count.

ONE

TWO

THREE

It's Ian who is able to regain his composure first, grabbing a semi conscious Malcovich up to his feet by his hair and then military press slamming him into the barricade. Ian is relentless as he drags Eddy back up again, delivering a forearm smash followed by a kick to the gut. Ian looks around, makes the cross throat gesture and doubles Eddy over..

FOUR

FIVE

SIX

Ian lets out a war cry and hauls Malcovich up into the crucifix powerbomb position!

SEVEN

EIGHT

Ian starts to run forward looking to hurl Eddy Malcovich over the barricade and into the seats, yet Malcovich manages to slip out, land behind Dickenson and CLOTHESLINE FROM HEL..no! Drop toe hold onto the barricade! Malcovich might be busted open here!

NINE..

TEN!!

*DING-DING-DING!!*

Roger Arden: This match has been declared a no contest due to both competitors being counted out..

Nick Hanson: Well that’s an unfortunate end to an otherwise great match!

Matt Salvatore: No kidding, Nick, but these guys are still going! Hey wait a second! Is that--? Oh for fuck’s sake!

Ian Dickenson does not seem to care one iota as he viciously stomps Malcovich on the floor outside and then drags him up by the hair, yanking his head back and yelling in his face before his hand balls into a fist, he rears back and suddenly, a blue spandex-clad figure leaps over the barricade and grabs onto Ian's arm! Dickenson is stunned as SACTAP Blue takes him down with a low sweep kick and delivers a crushing FACT CHECK, sending Ian into an unconscious barrel roll. Blue kneels down next to Eddy and helps him to his feet. After Eddy regains himself, he looks over Cass Baumer’s uniform, shakes his head and just fist bumps her. Cass returns the fist bump and takes off up the ramp as Ian starts getting to his feet. As the Hawthorne Horror scowls up at the stage at her, Cass does a dramatic, albeit hilarious martial arts pose as a member of the SACTAP stable. The whole time, she stares at Ian, wide eyed and ends her arm movements with an “Up Yours” arm gesture before disappearing back behind the curtain. Eddy Malcovich, meanwhile, disappears backstage through the crowd with the shot focusing on an enraged Ian Dickenson until fade out.

One of those old-timey time cards suddenly pops up on the screen. You know the one--off color background in greys and browns with PLEASE STAND BY stamped across the middle, and the little Native American head on top. A piercing audio tone fills our ears for about three seconds before we jump cut right to the face and upper body of Erik Holland, who is giggling madly to himself. He finally stops just long enough to start talking, although from the strained squealing of his voice it almost sounds like he's either a beat away from firing off a string of curses at the camera, or start laughing again.

Erik Holland: "You know, it's been said that the door to opportunity doesn't just open for everyone--it unlocks, and it is up to the person standing at the threshold to walk through. That kind of statement is no more appropriate than now. To have a shot at the Silver Mountain Championship, the title where the CHAMP makes the rules, the CHAMP sets the battleground, I have to help Cherry Addams and Tren Descarrilado win a six man tag and then beat 'em next week in a Triple Threat. Seems easy enough, right?"

Erik scoffs sarcastically.

Erik Holland: "I'm thinking maybe it's GOOD that all that shit a couple weeks ago went down, with Steven Brody overreacting, trying to ban managers from ringside because of one person's ceaseless quest to stick their nose where it doesn't belong--I'm in a foul fucking mood, NFW, and I've been for a few weeks! And I think it's exactly the mood you wanna be in if you're trying to be the Silver Mountain Champion!"

Holland backs up now, showing us that he's in his basement promo room--since the advent of the social distancing orders in place across most of the country, he's not really able to venture out anywhere so here he stays.

Erik Holland: "But I can say this. Even though I'm in a foul mood, even though I want to just go into that ring in Chicago and start punchin', clotheslining, suplexing my way through everybody with a damn heartbeat, I know I've got to work together with my partners to get to that number one contenders match. So Cherry and Tren CAN count on me to show up and to have their back. I'm a five time Tag Team Champion, NFW, so as much as you might not think it I can play well with others!"

Erik laughs to himself again, grasping his head with both hands.

Erik Holland: "Especially since I got real familiar with one third of the opposition a Collision ago! Aiden Reynolds, you are a hell of a competitor. Let me not mince my words, you earned that victory over me last week. You are who i THOUGHT YOU WERE, and I let you off the hook! But I ain't about to let you get another one over me. Even though you've got a couple good partners, they will not be enough to keep me from getting ahold of you and giving you the beating I should have given you last week!"

Erik now advances on the camera, making sure the shot is blotted out by his size.

Erik Holland: "The Silver Mountain Championship to me is just the beginning of my journey in NFW. A journey that will culminate with the World Heavyweight Championship, but everyone has to start somewhere. Everyone has to earn their keep in NFW and I'm simply no different...I just know that I'm going to do it whatever the cost, and THAT...seperates me...from you."

An audible 'click' can be heard, and we just dip straight to black. No nothing else. It's a little jarring how sudden it is, but we're done.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a six-competitor tag team match, scheduled for one fall! The winning team tonight will go on next week to face each other in a Triple Threat Match to determine the number one contender to the NFW Silver Mountain Championship!

"Exs and Ohs" hits the PA and Vanita walks out and heads right for the ring.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Milan, Italy, Vanita Thompson!

She doesn't hi five to fans, but she does smile and wave to them. She slides into the ring, head moving with the heavy music in the background. She gets in the middle of the ring ,takes a bow and then focuses toward the stage, looking at her next 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.

Roger Arden: And her tag team partner, from Goldcoast, Queensland, Australia, Aiden Reynolds!

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.

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'

Roger Arden: And their tag team partner, from Brooklyn, New York, Ronnie North!

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.

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

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

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

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

Roger Arden: “Their opponents! First, from The Endless Void!!! Weighing in at 165lbs! The Walking Contradiction!! CHERRY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!!”

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

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

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

Tren steps out onto the stage, Lola in hand, as the music hits, stopping at the top of the ramp. Sparks fire up from both sides, showering the clown faced maniac. When the music breaks, he steps forward with loud maniacal laughter.

Roger Arden: And her tag team partner, from Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico, Tren Descarrilado!

He ignores the reaction of the audience or anyone reaching out to touch him as he walks down to the ring. Stopping to kneel at the steps and crossing himself before shooting the double bird straight up at the ceiling. Once in the ring, he makes his way to the corner, taking a few practice swings with Lola before crouching in the corner, staring down the ramp and waiting for his opponent.

Roger Arden:"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!"


"The Haunted" ERUPTS over the sound system kicking up an air-raid siren style strobelight that pulses steadily but angrily on the stage. Lyal "Lyric" Allen comes bounding through the curtain first rocking her latest outrageous makeup and costume, waving to the crowd and bounding around like a super-ball. She heads to center stage as she sees her beloved charge Erik Holland advancing onto the stage. Holland turns around once, taking in the cheering crowd. Lyric wraps her arms around him, whispering something in his ear and then points at the ring, unleashing Erik Holland to make his way to the squared circle. He makes his way deliberately there, muttering to himself. Maybe he's talking to himself, talking to his fans, talking to his demons--we're not really sure, but he seems to be aware of the LOUD but mixed reaction that greets him, touching fists with his cheering fans--even going head to head with some, and ignoring the ones that are booing. Lyric is right behind him, slapping five with the fans, even getting a couple of hugs.

Erik and Lyric stop as they get to ringside, Lyric pulling him down for a kiss and last instructions before sending him tearing into the ring under the bottom rope. He lunges at the referee or the ring announcer, ending up sticking his head and upper body through the top and middle ropes as red strobes blaze all over the place. He stares out at the rolling, moshing swarm of fans, a sick smile playing across his scary-looking face. Lyric struts over and kisses him one more time then allows him to mug for the camera, spitting threats at his opponent (and perhaps the cameraman too) riling up the crowd even more, before he goes to each turnbuckle, acknowledging them by smashing his hand into the top buckle on all four corners.

Finally as the chaos begins to subside, Holland falls against a turnbuckle pad with his butt on the mat, muttering still, with a thousand yard stare locked onto the entryway. The lights return to normal and the music fades, as the crowd brings up one last roar ready for the fight.

~DING DING DING~

Vanita and Erik started things off for their respective teams and the action started off violent like one would expect with these two. Erik gets the upperhand early with a series of well placed punches to the body and head before taking Vanita down with a discus lariat. Erik goes to pick Vanita up, but she delivers a kick that lands to the head of Erik before getting up to her feet and hitting a spear to Erik. She then grabs him by the ankle and tags in Ronnie. Ronnie picks Erik up and sends him into the ropes. Erik comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline attempt by Ronnie and when he rebounds again, Erik leaps and takes Ronnie down with a leaping lariat before following it up with an elbow drop. He then looks back at his partners and flips them off and as he goes to pick up Ronnie, Ronnie pushes him off and Tren reaches out and slaps Erik hard on the back to tag himself in. Tren comes in and Ronnie is up to his feet. Ronnie goes for a superkick, but his foot is caught by Tren who delivers an elbow right to the knee of Ronnie. Tren then delivers a DDT to Ronnie and hooks the leg for a nearfall. Tren continues to work over Ronnie, picking him up and into a piledriver, but he is close to his own corner and Cherry tags herself into the match.

Cherry comes in, shooing Tren out of the ring. Cherry picks Ronnie up and delivers a dragon screw before holding his leg down and coming down with her whole body weight onto it. Ronnie screams in pain as he holds at his leg and knee. Cherry smirks as she motions for the camera to zoom in. “Watch this ‘Faerie’.” Cherry then grabs the leg of Ronnie and locks in a knee bar and pulls back with all her might on the leg as Ronnie screams in pain as he desperately tries to get to the ropes. Ronnie finally finds a way and as the ref reaches the count of four, Cherry finally releases the hold. Cherry picks Ronnie up and sends him into the corner. Cherry comes running in, but as she goes for Lamb to Slaughter, Ronnie is able to roll out of the way. He crawls over to his corner where he tags Aiden into the match. Aiden picks Cherry up and sends her into the ropes. Cherry comes off the ropes, getting dropped with a clothesline. Aiden picks her up, hitting a series of snap suplexes before hooking the leg and getting a nearfall. Aiden climbs up to the top rope, but as he goes to steady himself, Cherry hits the top rope, crotching Aiden. She then leaps over to her corner and tags Erik back into the match. Erik comes in, climbing to the top rope and delivering a superplex to Aiden before hooking the leg, only to have it be broken up at two by Vanita. Erik picks Aiden back up, looking to hit The Re-Animator, but Aiden is able to escape the hold and stumble back and Vanita tagging herself back into the match.

Erik and Vanita once again square up, but before Erik can do anything, Cherry once again reaches over and tags herself into the match. Erik looks back and scowls at the woman who gets into the ring and smirks. Cherry comes in and Vanita takes her down with a dropkick. Both women get up, only for Cherry to be taken down again with an armdrag this time. Vanita goes for another, but Cherry stops her with a knee to the face. Vanita stumbles back and Cherry grabs her, delivering a brainbuster. Cherry picks Vanita up and sends her into the corner. Cherry comes charging in and this time is able to hit Lamb to Slaughter and she pulls Vanita out of the corner and hooks the leg for the three count and victory.

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, Erik Holland, Tren Descarrilado, and Cherry Addams!

Nick Hanson: Next week, these three go on to face each other for a chance at Jasmine Matthews and the Silver Mountain Championship!

Matt Salvatore: And we know Cherry has an issue she wants to settle in all of this after what Lilith did to Molly.

Josh Davidson: In our main event tonight, it will be Heidi and Donna Rotten taking on my guests at this time. Please welcome members of the Kwonspiracy, Jansen Myrrh and Kan Tai.

Jansen and Kan Tai step into view, one on each side of Josh, who turns towards Kan Tai first.

Josh Davidson: Kan Tai, last week we saw you in a state of dis---

He’s interrupted by Jansen who steers the microphone towards herself as Kan Tai can see where this question is going and starts to get agitated and walks back off the screen.

Jansen Myrrh: Josh. Do you want to die tonight? Because this is how you meet your demise. You ask a stupid question to someone who will be more than happy to stick a puppet down your throat until you pass out. Is that what you want?

Josh shakes his head.

Jansen Myrrh: I didn’t think so. I like you, Josh, and I just saved your life. So, how about you ask a question that won’t result in your death? Can we try that? Hm?

Josh Davidson: We spoke with Hope Avila and your manager, Seo-hyung Kwon about your match at Ascension.

Jansen Myrrh: You’re going to ask me about the mystery partner?

Josh Davidson: I was.

Jansen Myrrh: Look, I won’t tell these people watching on this program, and I certainly don’t want the Kingdom or Molly Hatchet and her band of hookers to hear it, but if you promise not to tell, I’ll tell you. Fair?

Josh nods his head.

Jansen Myrrh: Fair enough. Our mystery partner at Ascension is…

She leans in and whispers something into Josh’s ear. At first, he’s very intrigued,then he gets a look of shock and steps back.

Josh Davidson: Jansen Myrrh. I assure you, my mother is not going to be your tag team partner at Ascension.

Jansen Myrrh: You sure about that? She seemed kind of into the idea. She said she had bigger balls than you and that she'd be happy to be our tag team partner.

Josh Davidson: She would never say something like that.

Jansen Myrrh: Then how about you ask me a real fucking question then, Josh. Ask me if I’m scared to be facing Dona Rotten and Heidi in a tag team match with Kan Tai as my partner? I’ll answer your fucking question, Josh. The answer is no. Heidi’s walking around like Frankenstein’s monster with a concussion that we gave her a few weeks ago. Dona Rotten couldn’t find her ass if I placed it in front of her face and taped a sticky note to it that said it was her ass. These are the two morons that Molly thinks are going to bring her victory at Ascension. These two whose combined IQ is 5. These two who believe that Molly has their best interest at heart. Here’s a fucking spoiler, she doesn’t. She’s just trying to save face from getting her ass handed to her. Kan Tai and I are going to go in there and drop them on their head and then choke them out and then we’ll bring out a stretcher and have them hauled to the back courtesy of the Kwonspiracy Carry-Out Service. After tonight’s match, they’ll self-quarantine themselves and won’t make it to Ascension.

Kan Tai runs in from off screen and grabs the microphone from Josh’s hand, walks right up to the camera and begins to scream.

Kan Tai: Doku doku eki, kono shiai ni sanka shite miro yo. Watashi wa anata ga tameshite orite, watashinokao ni hairu yō ni shite hoshīdesu. Watashi wa anata ni tawagoto o tabe saseru tsumoridesu, soshite watashi ga anata no nodo ni kono panda o mōichido tsumeru toki, anata wa sore o chissoku sa seru koto ga dekimasu, meinu. Hoka no min'na, watashi no kuso no hōhō kara hanarete kudasai!

She throws down the microphone and storms off. Jansen is grinning ear to ear as she just shrugs and follows Kan Tai off screen, leaving Josh to pause.

Then he also walks off screen.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall and is your main event!

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

Roger Arden: Introducing first! From Helena, Montana! Weighing in at 114lbs! This is….HEIDI!!!!!

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

Roger Arden: And her tag team partner! From Portland, Oregon! Weighing in at 130 pounds! The Scream Queen! DONA...ROTTEN!!!

The pounding drum entrance of “Veteran of Psychic Wars” from Blue Oyster Cult as the Kwonspiracy logo flashes in time with the bass drum. Slowly walking out on stage are Jansen Myrrh and Kan Tai. Leading the way is their manager, Seo-hyung Kwon. As the synthesizer begins to play they make their way down towards the ring and with Kwon entering first, the others file in until they stand in the center of the ring.

Roger Arden: Their opponents! Being accompanied by Seo-hyung Kwon! At a combined weight of 291 pounds! Representing the Kwonspiracy! JANSEN MYRRH...and...KAN TAI!!!

~DING DING DING~

The referee calls for the bell and it's Kan Tai Dark starting things off against Dona Rotten. Both women narrow their eyes as they circle menacingly, culminating in a lock up in the middle. Dona scores with a go-behind into a waistlock and Kan squirms free of the hold, hooking the arm and rolling through before catching Dona with an impromptu spin kick to the face as she surfaces. Dona slumped to the mat yet Kan Tai lets out a roar as she hauls her to her feet. Kan grabs a handful of Dona's hair and then proceeds to lay in knife edge chop after knife edge chop before Dona manages to grab Kan's wrist in mid swing, reel her in and deliver a devastating headbutt right between the eyes - Kan drops like a stone! Dona hooks the leg, trying to put her away but only just gets a two count.

Dona has seized control of this match, taking an arm and dragging Kan Tai Dark to her feet before whipping her into her team's corner, quickly tagging in Heidi. Instant step up enziguri from Heidi, yet Kan definitely staggers, but doesn't fall! A jumping forearm smash drops Kan to a knee, with Heidi giving the crowd a quick signal before rearing back to nail Kan with a brutal BLACK MOON. However, the resourceful Kan Tai is able to manoeuvre a modified dragon screw leg whip to throw Heidi off and allow her to get back to her feet. Heidi scowls and gets up before lunging at Kan with another forearm smash, yet Kan surprises her by twisting her into a cutter mid air! Kan gets the tag to Myrrh, who instantly charges in and drops Heidi with a clothesline as she gets to her feet. Myrrh hits the ropes, lets out a roar and throws her patented LARIAT FROM HELL, yet just narrowly misses Heidi as she rolls under, springing up and getting the tag to Dona Rotten who suddenly springboards and nails Myrrh with a springboard rolling sobat! Cover and a close two count!

Undeterred, Dona grimaces as she drags a now groggy Jansen Myrrh up to a vertical base, stuns her with an elbow smash and a leg kick before spiking her with a DDT. Another cover and another close two count! Dona seems frustrated as she looks to Heidi and points as she drags Myrrh back up. Heidi gives the nod and Dona whips Myrrh into the corner before tagging in Heidi. Heidi hauls Myrrh out of the corner, looking for a short arm lariat yet Myrrh managed to duck at the last second, hitting a backfist on the way though, stunning Heidi. Kan Tai stands poised as Myrrh hauls Heidi up into position for the Myrrh-Driver! Dona rushes into the ring, and Kan Tai Dark leaps to the top rope and takes Dona out with a diving spear, as Myrrh drops Heidi with the Myrrh-Driver right on cue!

ONE

TWO

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners!! Jansen Myrrh...Kan Tai...THE KWONSPIRACY!!!!

Matt Salvatore: Damn, what a main event!!!

Nick Hanson: I’ll say so, Matt! Folks, that’s our show for tonight! We’ll see you right back here next week for the go-home episode of Collision before our end of the month event, Ascension!! So long everyone!