NFW Collision #73 - Chicago, IL! 04/21/2020!

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We are live in Chicago, Illinois! The Collision Center! We’re ready for another episode of New Frontier Wrestling AND we’re getting closer and closer to April 28th, Ascension!

Matt Salvatore: It’s just next week, Nick. It’s literally our next broadcast….

Nick Hanson: Well I know Matt. I was just--

Matt Salvatore: Sometimes I wonder whether or not I should have just sand grinded your face off, afterall.

Nick Hanson: Wait, WHAT?!

Matt Salvatore: Anyway! Thanks for joining us, ladies and gentlemen! Like my broadcast colleague here said, Ascension is just around the corner! Tonight we’ll see the Heavyweight Champion and her challenger in action, competing in separate matches, against a member of each other’s respective groups. It’ll be Lara Bratton versus Christina Olson of The Kingdom then in our main event, we’ll see Kwonspiracy’s Kan Tai take on the champion, Sativa Nevaeh, in a non-title match.

Nick Hanson: Matt, what was that about my face and a sand grinder?

Matt Salvatore: Hush, Nick! I’m running through the card. We’ll also see a triple threat match to decide the contender for Jasmine Matthew’s Silver Mountain Championship. Those competitors are gonna be none other than: Erik Holland, Tren Descarrilado and a very pissed off Cherry Addams!

Nick Hanson: We also understand that Erik Holland had to sign a waiver to compete tonight. He sustained an injury in recent weeks and he’s been diagnosed with a herniated disc.

Matt Salvatore: I’ve had those and they fucking hurt, Nick!

Nick Hanson: I imagine so! That sand grinder to the face sounds like it’d hurt too, Matt.

Matt Salvatore: Yeah and you once almost found out about it, Nick! Anyway!

Nick Hanson: Huh?!

Matt Salvatore: We got so much more coming, everyone. Don’t miss a second of tonight’s action. We’ve got the Second City Riot Squad taking on the Kingdom’s newly formed Queen’s Guard. The Kingdom’s Morgan Payne is gonna be taking on the Poison Dragon, Dokueki. I think this is what the kids called lit nowadays.

Nick Hanson: Your kids ever use that term?

Matt Salvatore: What the fuck kinda father do you take me for?

Nick Hanson: Well I don’t know, I---

Matt Salvatore: Sand grinder, Nick. Remember that. Let’s get this show rolling!

Nick Hanson: Now wait a min--!!

We cut away from ringside to a quick advertisement.
Backstage we see Lilith standing in the locker room while Christina is seen taping up her wrists and finishing getting ready for her match tonight. She rips the tape off and tosses the roll into her bag before sitting down and tying up her boots as she looks up at Lilith.

Christina Olson: Remember, stay back here tonight, but be ready if anything funny starts to happen. We know they like to do the whole gang tactics thing. But we don’t need you going all psycho killer again like you did a couple of weeks ago on Molly either. That shit worries me, Lil.

Lil looks down at Christina, an understanding expression on her face as she nods her head in silence, resting a hand on her friend and partner’s shoulder.

Christina finishes tying up her boots and stands up, facing Lilith and looking her dead in the eyes.

Christina Olson: Lil, this whole dark faerie shit that you’ve been tappin into, I don’t like it. It’s makin you do stuff I know you normally wouldn’t. Hell, you ain’t ever shown an ounce of remorse for puttin Molly up in a hospital because you cracked her fuckin skull open. You ain’t supposed to be the one that does shit like that, that’s always been my job, doin the shit that had to be done because I ain’t scared of havin the blood on my hands. Just like tonight, I know what I gotta do out there and it don’t bother me. You though, you would be havin a moral dilema about tryin to soften up someone for anybody else. That’s just who you are. Now though, I ain’t even sure if you are the same Lil you used to be.

Lilith looked at Christina and went to speak up, but closed her mouth as she saw Christina put a hand up and just nodded at her best friend.

Christina Olson: Look, I get it, Lil. I get why you did what you did. Fuck, me and the rest of the girls did the same thing to Sex and Violence after they tried takin you out when we first got here. Hell, we all went to bat for you because you’re better than that. You’re better than all of us put together. You’re special, Lilith. You bring out the best in anybody that has the pleasure of knowing you and I ain’t afraid to admit that. Look, I know I’m a piece of shit for the most part as a human being, but I know I’m a better person for knowing you and knowing how kind and loving you are.

Christina grabs Lilith by the hand and gives it a light squeeze before flashing a quick smile.

Christina Olson: But enough mushy shit for now, I have a match to focus on and a woman that needs a nice beatin at my hands before she goes on to face Sativa for her championship. I know Lara is gonna have Kwonspiricy ready to strike if she needs the help, hell, that’s kinda been her M.O. lately, but you know, I ain’t scared of them or anybody on this goddamn roster. I’m here to fuckin fight and that’s what I’m gonna do. Tonight, it’s time for me to start my own god damn fire and show the world once more why The Kingdom is at the very top of this industry right now and we ain’t giving that position up anytime soon.

Lilith nods her head and smiles as she opens the door for Christina who gives the blonde a quick hug before exiting the locker room and Lilith closes the door, sitting down and letting out a long sigh before putting her head down.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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

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

"Exs and Ohs" hits the PA and Vanita walks out and heads right for the ring. She doesn't high 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.

Roger Arden: Her opponent! From Denver, Colorado! Weighing in at 121 pounds! VAIN...VANITA...THOMPSON!!

The bell rings, and these two women come out of their corners, immediately looking to impose their will on their opponent. This it becomes apparent quite quickly that this is going to be a technical bout full of speed when Vani comes out of the gate, throwing a VAIN SHOT at Layla Aishe as soon as they close the gap, but Aishe ducks the kick, sneaking in and looking for IN THE STARS but Thompson pushes her off. The crowd cheers their approval as both women shake their heads, neither one of them falling for the others tricks. A very equally contested match continues, with both women getting cheers from the audience in attendance.

Near the end of the match, it looks like Vanita has the advantage when Layla comes running in, hooking Thompson for the German Suplex, but the Vain One plants her feet, blocking the suplex attempt before spinning in Aishe’s arms and hooking her to deliver a devastating VAIN HALO! Vani gets the cover but the referee waves her off after the two! Vanita looks confused until the referee points to Layla’s foot, which is perched on the bottom rope. Thompson frowns, but she rises to her feet, pulling the Fortune Teller up with her. Vani whips Layla into the ropes, twisting her hips to add torque to the roundhouse kick she throws but Aishe ducks under, hitting the ropes on the other side and coming back to hit IN THE STARS in the middle of the ring! Layla Aishe hooks the leg and rolls Vanita Thompson into a pinfall, earning the win as the referee counts three!

~DING DING DING~

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

Nick Hanson: That’s another victory for The Fortune Teller!

Matt Salvatore: She’s starting to rack ‘em up, Nick!

Layla gets to her feet, the crowd cheering as her music plays, but Aishe shakes her head, offering a helping hand to Vanita. Thompson eyes her warily before accepting the offer, and Layla raises her opponents hand, garnering another, much louder, cheer from the audience for both women after the amazing match they’ve just witnessed.

Fade in on a short hallway in the Collision Center where Erik Holland is there, dressed up, ready to head to the ring. But his movements as he got to where he needed to be for the camera are...stunted. Stilted. His normally intense face contorted in pain that disappears after he sees the camera, and after a heavy deep breath. Lyric as always is at his side, whispering in his ear, asking things and giving direction that is not our right to know. Erik, meanwhile, listens intently and forces himself into a comfortable position on the wall--as comfortable as he can be anyway--and begins to talk.

Erik Holland: This should be agony.

He's not moving. He can, but it looks like he's not going to unless he absolutely has to.

Erik Holland: I am a mass of flesh and bone that knows nothing but agony.

Sometimes the voice quivers. Shaky. Like he wants to scream out in pain but he's biting it back. The eyes widen.

Erik Holland: How to inflict it, and surely how to feel it.

A sigh, and a wince of pain.

Erik Holland: For almost two weeks since I landed in Dublin, Ireland, I have felt little else except AGONY.

Erik's voice raises sharply, the voice booming off the brick walls.

Erik Holland: When my body struck two tables. When it struck a solid steel guardrail. When I quit in front of the wrestling world, all that existed in my world was agony. I think most would have understood if I had just stopped. If I had disappeared. Tossed the makeup and the coat in a garbage can and said "Erik Holland NO MORE."

Erik pantomimes doing such with a nearby plastic garbage can, and then with a shove sends it toppling to the concrete floor. Don't worry, it's empty.

Erik Holland: But I think, in 29 years of life on this Earth I have done many things that a lot of people just wouldn't understand. The NFW offices didn't understand when I demanded to compete in this three way tonight. Didn't understand when I was willing, happy even to sign a hold harmless agreement and have a doctor at ringside just in case Tren Descarrilado or Cherry Addams finish ruining my back. Didn't understand when I informed them being a champion here in NFW was worth risking my body and my livelihood.

Erik breathes deep. His body betraying him, starting to strain and ache.

Erik Holland: You know what else is worth it? Stickin' it in your eye. And who are YOU?

He shoves a finger at the camera, his eyes narrowing.

Erik Holland: Everybody that that guy gave voice and power to in the weeks leading up to Union Battleground. Everybody who has ever wanted me to quit, to retire, to leave, to end this dream I started nine years ago. I want every time I limp through that curtain and every time I crawl to the back to be a giant middle finger to everyone who said I don't have it anymore, that I never did, that I add nothing to this industry. It gets old! And when it gets old, you quit LISTENING. I've got enough to LISTEN to up here, you think I need MORE NOISE?! No. no.

Erik smacks himself in the head a couple times when he talks about listening to noise, then GROWLS the last word, tightening his grip on the side of his head till we can see white knuckles.

Erik Holland: So that's why when I got hurt I still came to work the Collision event. That's why I dragged my carcass up on that apron and did that six man tag even though every move I made, every punch I threw was like a rifle shot, a bullet slicing through my back. I knew there was a chance that something could happen, that one wrong move would crush a disc or would herniate another one or both, but I still had to get out there. I had to show, and WILL show, with proud defiance, that I will not HAVE my dream wrung from me by him or by anyone else. When this road ends, it's where I SAY it ends. And on MY terms.

Erik pounds a fist into his palm authoritatively.

Erik Holland: My terms tonight? They include the Silver Mountain Championship. Cherry Addams, Tren, you both earned the right to get here. But this is where your path to the title ends. By THESE hands. These hands that have broken so many. These hands that have had so much blood on them; Mine and everyone else's. When I go out there tonight, when I clothesline you, when I suplex you, when I punch you in your faces, it's going to be a nightmare physically. FOR MYSELF. Imagine that! I'm willing to do this all to MYSELF to get past you, Tren, and you, Cherry. I don't care if I'm in bed unable to move for two and a half weeks before the pay per view!!

Erik breathes hard, angrily, his mouth open, and...growls, angrily, grabbing at his back. The eyes squeeze shut as he grits his teeth, trying to regain his focus. He can, but who knows for how long.

Erik Holland: All I care about is leaving that ring knowing Jasmine Matthews and the Silver Mountain title are in my crosshairs and that I am only too happy to PULL the trigger. Everything else is a low, low price to pay to that end. You two don't get it, you don't get it. YOU DON'T! You don't get what I'm willing to do...but you will. You will.

Erik gets up, stalking back into his locker room, and Lyric being his dutiful cameraperson brings the camera inside, following the feed for a couple moments. She turns the camera around to face her, the ruby red lips parting into an impish grin.

Lyric: Tren, Cherry, thanks for helping him win last week but...

Her big, pretty eyes roll comically.

Lyric: It's all over now.

She grins again, clicking the camera off. Back to ringside.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

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

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

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

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

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

Lara starts to say something into the microphone but pauses and turns to Kwon. Lara leans in and whispers something to Kwon, who looks annoyed and whispers something back. Lara nods her head.

Lara Bratton: Hello, Chicago!

There is a mixture of boos and cheers.

Lara Bratton: We are one week away from my title defense against the green haired gullet, Never Moore!

Kwon walks over and pulls the microphone down, “That’s not her name. That’s the name she had in that TV show and she doesn’t have green hair anymore.”

Lara Bratton: So, basically, I’m fighting an entirely different person.

Kwon shakes her head, “It’s the same person, Lara.”

Lara Bratton: What happened to the girl with the green hair? I thought she was the champion?

“She is the champion, Lara,” Kwon says, “She just dyed her hair back.”

Lara Bratton: Well, that was dumb. I figured the green hair gave her super powers and that’s why she’s been champion so long. Regardless! Or is it irregardless? I get those two words mixed up all the time! Despite the fact that Sativa is trying to confuse the hell out of me, I plan to bring it to her head on and defeat her and become the new World Champion of N.E.W.”

“It’s N.F.W., Lara.”

Lara Bratton: Oh, good. I thought I had forgotten the alphabet for a moment there. I’ve been kinda watching on the Twitter that the Kingdumb has been having some issues as of late and decided not to rub it in. I just hope that Spatula will not be preoccupied with her home fires and forget that she has to fight me. I hate kicking someone when they’re down. Okay, that’s a lie. I kinda like doing that, but still, I don’t want her to have any excuses when I beat her and take that title. Now, tonight she’s definitely got the tougher match. Kan Tai will probably choke her out with a panda, while I’ve got the bottom of the Kingdumb totem pole. I’ve got…

She pauses and turns to Kwon, who says something to her.

Lara Bratton: Are you sure? I thought Christina was the midget? Oh, can I say midget on TV? It doesn’t matter. Own who you are. But really, she’s not the midget?

Kwon shakes her head.

Lara Bratton: Christina! I’m gonna punch your goddamned lights out tonight. Come down and get your beating.

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

“Firestarter” begins to play as red light fills the arena. The camera pans around during the instrumental opening. When the screaming of “Fire” is heard, the camera pans up to the top of the ramp where Christina is seen with her head down and Lilith is standing behind her. The full lyrics kick in and Christina pops off the hood of her ring jacket and lets out a primal scream.

Roger Arden: And her opponent, from Ashville, North Carolina, she represents The Kingdom, Christina Olson!

She walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans around her. She hops up to the ring apron by the time the second “Fire” can be heard being screamed and she slingshots herself into the ring and lands in the center. She taunts the fans a little, raising a hand before climbing to the top rope by the time the third “Fire is heard and rips off her jacket, raising the devil horns up in the air before jumping down and waiting.

~DING DING DING~

Christina and Lara are in the ring as the bell sounds. Christina comes out of the gates, ready for a brawl, swinging wildly as Lara dodges out of the way. Christina continues to swing, missing each attempt before Lara puts a stop to it with just a thumb to the eye that causes Christina to stagger back. Lara then grabs Christina and puts her into a headlock before delivering a punch right to the nose and then delivering an elbow strike right to the top of the skull of the Kingdom member. Christina once again stumbles back before Lara grabs her by the hair and pulls her down to the mat. The ref warns Lara about the hair pulling, but she just waves him off before placing her boot right into the throat of Christina who kicks and screams, trying to get out and get some air. The ref makes the count and Lara releases Christina at the count of four. Lara gloats a little bit as she walks around the ring. Christina goes to get up to her feet, but Lara just delivers a kick to the jaw that drops Christina right back down to the mat. Lara then grabs Christina and goes for a matchbook cover, and puts her feet on the ropes, but as the ref counts, he sees this and yells at Lara who looks at him like she was doing nothing wrong.

Lara gets to her feet and picks Christina up, She sends Christina into the ropes and comes charging in, only to be met with a boot right to the face from the member of The Kingdom. Lara staggers back as Christina climbs to the middle turnbuckle and launches with a missile dropkick. Lara hits the mat and gets back to her feet as Christina meets her with a series of chops to the chest before delivering a kick to the midsection and then delivering a tornado DDT and hooking the leg for a nearfall. Christina picks Lara back up and sends her into the corner. Christina charges in and delivers a corner splash before kicking out Lara’s legs and backing back up. Christina charges back in and delivers a bronco buster. Christina gets out onto the apron and yells for Lara to make it back up to her feet. Lara slowly makes it back up to her feet and Christina launches herself, looking for a springboard forearm, but Lara turns around and delivers The Punchline and Christina falls to a heap on the mat. Lara hooks the leg and gets the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, Lara Bratton!

Matt Salvatore: Impressive showing tonight from Christina, but Lara is just on a roll right now.

Nick Hanson: Lara is definitely ready for Sativa at Ascension.


Matt Salvatore: Wait, what the hell?

Matt Salvatore speaks up as the noise fills the arena. Like that of a loud, angry drumbeat. Suddenly then, something comes soaring down from the ceiling towards the ring. A bird? What? It lands on the ringpost. Not just a bird...a crow.

The sound continues as Lara Bratton stands in the ring over Christina Olson; she looks around before focusing on the bird. Her face alone says that she's confused, if not...a little unnerved.


The deafening sound continues throughout the arena as Lara watched the large crow when it suddenly flies off of the ringpost and soars right over her head, making her duck low.

Matt Salvatore: That bird tried to attack Lara Bratton!

Nick Hanson: I can't even hear myself think over this...this noise! What IS that?!


Nick Hanson: Folks, we gotta take a quick break until we figure this out! Matt what the hell is that noise?!

Cut to a commercial.
Lilith is seen walking down the hallway, making her way back to the Kingdom locker room. She sighs, knowing things didn’t go her partner’s way earlier in the night, but she needed to sit down and just relax. She walked up to the door and gasped. The camera panned over her shoulder, seeing two black hatchets painted on the door, the paint still dripping down the door. Lilith looks at it for another quick second before turning around and her expression immediately going to that darker look we’ve been seeing for the last few weeks from her.

Lilith Meadows: Hatchet, I’m coming for you personally if you make it to Ascension. Your crimes end in Monster’s Ball and there’s nobody that will be able to stop me from putting you right back into the hospital, and this time with more than just a cracked skull.

Lilith storms back off, shoving the camera man out of the way as the scene fades back out.
The tron opens to a shot of a forest, light starting to creep in through the trees. Shadows line the landscape, while a plaid adorned Cherry Addams looks intently from tree to tree, all the while twirling an axe in her left hand.

Cherry: Collison, it's going to be something yeah? I'm fighting a clown, and a guy with a broken back. Holland, Tren, I'm not at all sorry. I'm doing whatever it takes, I'll break every rule in the book, and throw you both under a fucking bus if I have to. Anything that gets me in front of...oh, hello there.

Something catches Cherry's eye, an evil grin begins spreading along her face, as the camera pans in to see "LM + JM" carved into a tree.

Cherry: Speak of the devil, and the devil will appear. Now boys, I know, I get it you want gold. You're so close to that belt that you can taste it. My ambitions, they're far more simple. Revenge, now you see this shitty little etching here? It means something, this isn't just some random patch of woods, this is the Faerie's. This, this means something. Well fuck that.

Cherry takes a box knife, and slices an x into the etching, almost as if crossing out the names of the two people for who this was meant.

Cherry: Aww, Lil and Jaz forever...ha the fuck out of here. I'm stepping into that ring come Collision, and nothing Bozo or The Broken Back Kid can do will stop me. You may remember I made a promise last week, I fully intend to follow through. There will be other shots for that belt, boys. Don't feel bad. Or do, I seriously couldn't give a damn either way. I'm taking this win, and I'm getting in front of Matthews. First things first, I didn't walk my ass all the way out here, avoiding who knows how many traps, just to carve an x into a tree.

Cherry's calm demeanor turns on a dime, as she raises the axe and takes a healthy cut, landing directly on the x.

Cherry: Here's Cherry!

Her intensity bubbles to the surface, she turns more and more red with each swing, beads of swear flowing down her face. Getting a good notch carved Cherry rotates to the other side of the tree, and starts the process again, swinging until it's just about to topple.

Cherry: Meadows, you put my girlfriend into a fucking coma, and what's worse is you don't even seem to care. Well I care, and I'm going to make damn sure you do too. This, is just the first step. You keep talking about a Dark Faerie, yeah color me unimpressed. There is no Dark Cherry, there's just me, and I'm going to make your life hell! Now, time to answer an age old question.

Cherry sneers, and gives one last mighty swing of her axe, causing the tree to fall quickly to the ground, making a thunderous thud as it crashes against the forest floor.

Cherry: What do you know, it does make a noise. See you Next Tuesday bitch, but first, time to mark MY territory.

Addams slices her palm, allowing the blood to pool into her hand for a moment, looking awfully blissful as she does. Once satisfied, Cherry presses her hand atop the stump where the tree once stood, leaving a bloody handprint behind. Looking to add a final touch, she reaches into her pocket, and pulls out a single cherry placing it directly in the middle of the print. The camera focuses on this bizarre shrine for a few moments, while Cherry walks away whistling I'm a lumberjack, before the scene fades to black.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a triple threat match, scheduled for one fall and it is to determine the number one contender for the NFW Silver Mountain Championsh---

"Even in these chains, you won't stop me!
Even in these chains, you won't break me!
Even in these chains, you won't take me!
Even in these chains, you won't hold me PIG!"

The initial announcement is interrupted as In This Moment’s “Big Bad Wolf” kicks on through the speakers. To a mixed reaction, NFW Silver Mountain Champion, Jasmine Matthews comes walking out from the curtain and down the ramp with the title on her shoulder. She completely ignores the sparse crowd as she makes her way around to the commentary table and takes a seat on the end.

Nick Hanson: Well hello, champ!

Jasmine Matthews: Gentlemen.

Matt Salvatore: Hello and welcome. Have a seat and join us!

Jasmine says nothing but accepts the offer which she already came to do anyway. She sets the title down on display on the table before sitting down and donning a headset as the entrances for the match begin.

Roger Arden: Introducing first….

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

Roger Arden: From Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico! Weighing in at 244 pounds. Tren…”Train Wreck”...Descarrilado! And his opponents…."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.

Roger Arden: And….

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: From The Endless Void!!! She is the Queen of the Frontier tournament’s A Block winner! The Walking Contradiction!! CHERRY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!!”

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

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

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

~DING DING DING~

Once the match finally gets underway, Cherry Addams slides right out of the ring and approaches the commentary table. Jasmine Matthews gets out of her seat, losing her smirk and looking at the woman with straight murder in her eyes for her vignette aimed towards her and Lilith Meadows. The two start jawjacking right there and Tren Descarrilado walks over to the ropes and starts yelling outside to Cherry.

“HEY! MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT’RE YOU DOIN’?! COME GET YOUR ASS KI---”

And HERE COMES ERIK HOLLAND!!! The second he sees Tren approaching the ropes, Holland pulls himself to his feet, grits his teeth and just comes running in and bulldozers him into the corner. The crowd gets behind the grizzled veteran as he starts just wailing away on Tren with heavy shots, hammering him down to the mat in the corner where he immediately picks him up and starts chopping away. To the shock of the crowd, Tren’s just laughing through all of this. Holland finally grabs Tren by the wrist and goes to Irish Whip him out of the corner. Rather than let him go, however, he yanks him right back in for a short arm lariat that takes them both down and goes for an early cover, getting a damn near 2 count but Tren kicks out. Erik yells an audible, frustrated “FUCK” as he comes up to his knees, biting through the pain in his back injury. Outside the ring Lyric is clapping her hands over her head, trying to get the crowd behind her man even more. The sparse crowd almost sounds like a full capacity audience as they start a “FUCK ‘EM UP, HOLLAND, FUCK ‘EM UP” chant. As Tren pulls himself to his feet, Holland helps him up only to start feeding him some nasty forearms. After about three, Tren blocks with his arm and stiffs the shit out of Erik with a strike of his own. Erik rocks back and Tren hits him again. Tren comes off the ropes with Erik reeling and goes for a Big Boot but Holland grabs him around the waist, trapping his leg. Capture Suplex! With a roar to fight through his injury, Holland chucks Tren over his head and hard across the mat, sending the Train Wreck rolling out of the ring and to the floor. He takes a breather on one knee. Lyric comes around to offer him words of encouragement. Finally, Cherry Addams backs towards the rings, throwing Jasmine Matthews the middle finger with “I’m comin’ for ya bitch!” She slides back into the ring and as Erik Holland gets to his feet, she charges in from behind with a flying knee right to his back, dropping the big man back to the mat with an audible yell of pain.

Cherry Addams is relentless on Erik Holland as she immediately starts putting the boots to his back, keeping the man grounded. Finally, Lyric has enough and climbs onto the apron, yelling at Cherry to cut the man a break on his injury. Cherry gets up in Lyric’s face and feigns a lunge at her. Lyric barely flinches back but Cherry still smirks wickedly, pointing and taunting that she almost got her ass. She turns around just in time to see Erik barreling towards her like a freight train and jukes out of the way. The crowd gasps as it looks like Holland’s about to send his own manager and girlfriend flying off the apron but he stops himself and has his hands up. Lyric actually grins a little with relief. Close one! Cherry tries to capitalize on the distraction, coming in and hits a stiff kick to the back of Erik’s thighs. Erik tenses, balling up his fists and turns towards Addams with that pissed off monster glare on his face. He starts muttering something under his breath that the camera doesn’t pick up but whatever it is, Cherry Addams is just inviting him in with her arms out, telling him to come get some. She sets him off by pointing towards Lyric and saying something and Erik lunges at her with a lariat. Again, Cherry jukes under and as he turns, she gets him with a Thrusting Side Kick. She follows up with a European Uppercut. And another. And another! Cherry finally comes off the ropes, at Holland full speed to deliver--WHACK!!! A steel chair comes into her path and smashes her right in the face! Cherry goes down! Tren Descarrilado’s back in the ring and he’s armed! He turns to swing it at Erik who just catches the chair and the two big men wrestle for control until Tren kicks Erik in the knee. Erik stumbles but rushes in still for a lariat. Tren steps to the side, barely evading it and uses the chair as a battering ram right into Erik’s back! Erik curses, dropping to his knees, eyes clenched shut. Tren cocks the chair back and just smacks it right into Erik’s back, sending him onto all fours. As Erik pushes himself back up to just his knees, determined to stay in this match, Tren walks around to his front and sticks a middle finger right in his face.

“FUCK YOU, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!”

WHAM!!! Tren cocks the chair up and swings with all he’s got, smashing Erik Holland over the head and sending him to the mat with the chair around his head. Tren’s the only one on his feet now and despite the sweat forming on his neck and arms, he doesn’t look a bit phased by what’s been done to him. He even shrugs his broad shoulders and throws the double finger to the crowd. He turns his attention to Cherry Addams then who’s getting up from the chair shot and immediately starts jabbing her with boxing punches. Before too much, Cherry gets fired up and starts feeding the shots back at him. Tren’s head snapping from the impact is about all she gets out of it and the clown face monster just smiles and laughs, driving his own fist into the side of his head to show he doesn’t feel a thing. Cherry looks around at the crowd, shrugs and literally goes low, driving a kick right up between Tren’s legs. The man jolts from the impact but just laughs it off. When Tren goes to swing on her again, Cherry jukes underneath the shot. Tren spins around and Cherry knocks him off balance with a magnificent dropkick. The force of the kick is what sends Tren through the ropes, landing rough on the floor. Not out or hurt but the landing on his head has him rocked and dizzy. It’s here that Cherry turns back towards Jasmine and leans over the ropes to throw more insults and threats her way. She doesn’t see Kingdom member Christina Olson running down the ramp and sliding in behind her. Christina hurries over where Erik Holland has removed the chair from around his neck and grabs it up while the big man is still taking a breather for his back. Meanwhile, Cherry backs up, throwing two middle fingers to Jasmine but even the Fanged Rose looks confused as to why Christina’s out here.

Cherry turns around and WHACK!!!! CHAIRSHOT over the head by Christina Olson! The crowd feels it and they hear it. Christina stands over Cherry, yelling down at her about upsetting Lilith Meadows before looking to Jasmine Matthews. Christina shrugs and dips out of the ring as Holland makes it to his feet. Cherry’s writhing on the mat, holding her forehead which is visibly opened up now. He pulls the smaller opponent to her feet and hoists her up onto his shoulders, hissing in pain but managing to deliver the TOXIC AVENGER! Erik Holland rolls over for the cover, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

HERE COMES TO TREN TO BREAK IT UP! HE DIVES IN!

THREE!

TREN LANDS TO BREAK UP THE COVER!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! ERIK...HOLLAND!!!!!!

Matt Salvatore: Well how about that?!

Nick Hanson: Well, one hell of a match, no thanks really to your girl there, Jasmine!

Jasmine Matthews: I had nothing to do with that, Nick, but you know what? Behold - The Fucking - Kingdom! You fuck with us? It just might come back to bite you in the--

Jasmine Matthews barely gets her words out and Erik Holland doesn’t get much time to celebrate his victory before suddenly, there’s an entire power outage. The Collision Center is shrouded in darkness!

Nick Hanson: The hell’s going on now?!

Matt Salvatore: You got me, Nick. I have no ide--WHAT IN THE WORLD?!

As the lights come back on, the commentary team exclaims and the crowd blows up into a surprised reaction, filling the arena with their voices. The three competitors from the Triple Threat Match are suddenly laid out on the entrance ramp. Jasmine Matthews stands stunned as, surrounding the ring, perched up on the turnbuckles and standing in the front row, scattered about are around 10-15 individuals all garbed in solid black robes and hoods. The hoods don’t obscure their faces but the solid black masks do, leaving them all living shadows. Something about this image has Jasmine taken aback as she looks around. Brief camera cuts throughout the crowd show that the fans recognize the individuals. Christina Olson does as she turns and seemingly books it backstage behind the curtain! Wait...is she running and leaving the Queen?! Jasmine certainly recognizes the individuals, it seems. Anyone who didn’t was about to find out as the commentary team continued.

Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD!!! MATT!! WHAT?!

Matt Salvatore: NICK!! THESE ARE THE...THESE...WHAT THE HELL ARE THE DEMONS DOING HERE?!

Nick Hanson: THEY’VE ONLY BEEN SEEN IN HYBRID BUT NEVER HERE! WHAT’S GOING ON?!

Something the crowd sees makes them swell as one more “Demon” appears seemingly from out of nowhere, slowly rising up behind Jasmine Matthews. There’s something different about the way this one moves as...well...the others don’t move at all. This one seems to be seething with anger as it’s shoulders rise and fall with heavy breaths. Jasmine doesn’t even get to turn all the way around before this Demon just nails her with a shot to the head. The other demons don’t move an inch as they just watch this single member of their numbers go absolutely wild on the Silver Mountain Champion!! The Demon doesn’t even go for a weapon. The individual just savagely rains punches down across Jasmine’s head before letting her up. The Demon pauses when it sees the Silver Mountain Championship on the table and snatches it up. It stands back, poised and ready. Jasmine gets to her feet and the Demon charges in, CLOBBERING her right in the face with the belt!!!!

Nick Hanson: AND DOWN GOES MATTHEWS! MATT WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?!

Matt Salvatore: NO IDEA BUT HERE COMES THE CAVALRY, NICK!!!!

The crowd reacts again, going nuts as the entirety of The Kingdom comes booking it down the ramp. Bloody Fairytale break off as a pair on one side and start throwing shots at the cloaked individuals. The Queen’s Guard breaks off on the other side and does the same. Sativa Nevaeh and Morgan Payne slide into the ring as the four on the turnbuckles drop down to the mat and move in to attack. The first one rushes Morgan but gets practically broken in half with FAUGH A BALLAGH!! A second swings on Sativa. She jukes. The Demon spins. GOT ‘EM FROM THE HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION! The remaining two try to swarm Sativa but one sees Morgan coming in and moves to intercept her wi--SUPERKICK FROM PAYNE! Sativa whips the last one in the ring off the ropes and Morgan drops the figure with The Faded Line.

Outside the ring, Bloody Fairytale and The Queen’s Guard are taking it to the remainder of the Demons. Lluvia Cane sends one into the ringpost. Christina Olson snaps a kendo stick over one’s head. Lilith Meadows hits an IMPLANT DDT onto one. Moe Renhuan uses her aerial prowess to hit a Cannonball Senton off the apron into a cluster of the Demons. Then, just as suddenly as everything started, the lights go out again.

Nick Hanson: Now what’s going on?!

Matt Salvatore: Oh don’t tell me they---

The lights return once more, only this time, the fans are stunned to see just The Kingdom standing in the ring and around ringside, over empty black cloaks on the floor and mat. They look around in confusion as the commentators inquire what the hell just happened before the group of girls hurries to the commentary side to check on Jasmine Matthews. The Queen of the Kingdom sits up with help from Sativa Nevaeh; blood oozing down her forehead as the ring doctor hurries over and starts having a look.

Nick Hanson: Matt! What the hell just happened?!

Matt Salvatore: The fuck are you asking me for?! I’m as clueless as you are! What the hell were The Demons doing here in our neck of the woods?!

Nick Hanson: More importantly, why did they attack The Kingdom?! I thought they…

Matt Salvatore: I don’t know, Nick. I just don’t know. The ring doctor’s taking a look at Jasmine Matthews. Let’s take a short break and we’ll be right back!

Cut to commercial.
Josh Davidson: My guest at this time, Seo-hyung Kwon and Kan Tai.

Kwon enters from the right and Kan Tai from the left as they stand on either side of Josh. He turns his attention to Kwon.

Josh Davidson: Ms. Kwon, we are one week away from Ascension and you have still not identified your mystery partner for your team in the Monster’s Ball match. Would you care to share with us now who that will be?

As Kan Tai stands there staring into the camera, Kwon begins to answer the question.

Seo-hyung Kwon: Josh, every great strategist has a game plan. Every exceptional strategist has a game plan that no one sees coming. I am an exceptional strategist and I promise you that this is one mystery partner that you will not ever, ever see coming. It’s going to be a treat to watch and honestly, I’m honored this person decided to join us for the upcoming Monster’s Ball match.

Josh Davidson: Tonight, Kan Tai goes one on one with the current World Champion of NFW, Sativa Nevaeh who in one week will take on another of your charges, Lara Bratton with the title on the line.

Seo-hyung Kwon: Kwonspiracy is very confident that by the time Ascension is through, not only will we have won Monster’s Ball, but NFW will have a brand new World Champion. As for tonight, Kan Tai will do what needs to be done. You see, many have overlooked the talent that you see here in Kan Tai. She is improving with each and every match. And soon, Kan Tai will be the one everyone is talking about.

Josh Davidson: What do you mean by that?

Kan Tai snatches the microphone from Josh and moves towards the camera.

Kan Tai: They are coming. They are coming. There’s no stopping them now. They are coming.

She throws down the microphone and storms off the set as Kwon just shrugs her shoulders and tell him, “You’ll see soon enough,” before turning and exiting off the set as well.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness as those opening beat to "Heart Of A Champion" bumps through the speakers. As soon as the guitar riff starts, the video wall comes to life with the BEHOLD THE KINGDOM banner while the back wall screen comes to life with a combined static and barbwire design.


As the lyrics to the song start, the video wall switches to images of a woman in a hooded sweatshirt, sitting in a chair with a barbwire baseball bat being held vertical under one hand, in between her knees. Her hand spins the bat like a top as the camera cuts around to different angles of her in the black and white video. The final clip shows a closeup of her lifting her cold, merciless eyes to the camera before the Kingdom banner fills the screen again.


As “I'm crossing out names” is heard, a black silhouette walks out into view in front of the staticy barbwire image on the back wall. The silhouette turns towards the camera from the distance and steps out onto the stage, wielding the same bat seen in the video. The figure twirls the bat lazily once at their side before resting it over their shoulder. The lighting changes just enough to illuminate the figure, revealing none other than Morgan Payne! She stares down the ramp with coldness in her heterochromic eyes, briefly glancing around at the audience.


Morgan walks down to the ring intently but in no rush at all. The look on her face, cold and hard, never changes as she reaches ringside and ascends the steps before entering the ring over the middle rope. As soon as she’s in the ring, she brings the bat back up onto her shoulder and moves to a corner, climbing the turnbuckle and raises her bat overhead to the jeering audience.

Roger Arden: From The Burgh! Representing The Kingdom, weighing in at 130 pounds. MORGAN...PAYNE!!



Once she steps down, she sets her bat in the corner, throwing back her hood and removing her jacket, tossing it over the ropes to the timekeeper as she turns around, facing inside the ring and loosening up some.

Roger Arden: And...her opponent….

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

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

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

Roger Arden: DOKUEKI!

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

As soon as her feet touch, WHAM!! Here comes Morgan Payne!! She collides with Dokueki, smashing her against the turnbuckle. Morgan promptly spins the woman around in a Muay Thai clinch and starts feeding knees into her ribs and the referee has no choice but to call for the starting bell.

~DING DING DING~

Morgan goes absolutely wild with the knees, quickly switching with a stiff right forearm over and over to the jaw, face and neck of Dokueki as the referee starts to count. As the ref reaches “4”, Morgan throws Dokueki to the floor near the center. She comes off the ropes then and slides in for a stiff sliding lariat for a near 2 count. Morgan comes up on her knees, chuckling and shaking her head. As Dokueki sits up, Morgan starts slapping her in the back of the head, saying “I thought you was bad! Get up, bitch!” As Dokueki makes it up, the crowd reacts as she already has blood trickling from her nose. Morgan pie faces her, still talking trash. Dokueki wipes the blood from her nose and gets right up in Morgan’s face with a mocking laugh. Jaw dropped, tongue out, eyes wide. Absolute insanity as she slaps herself in the cheek and tells Morgan to give her some more. Morgan cocks back and swings but Dokueki quickly blocks the forearm and feeds Morgan a couple of her own that rock her. She Irish Whips the Kingdom member into the ropes and, as Morgan comes back, dips down for a back body drop but Morgan counters and just DRILLS her in the face with a running knee strike. Dokueki straightens and it’s obvious that this one staggered her a bit. She’s blinking away the stars. Maybe she didn’t expect the loud mouthed Italian to pack this much fire. Morgan doesn’t let up and, courtesy of her latest coach Connor MacNamara, she goes in at Dokueki with a storm of boxing blows, rocking the woman upside the head and hammering her in the ribs. Morgan gets her back into the corner, starting to just drill into the side of her head with lefts and rights to keep her rocked. Finally, before the ref starts to count, she swats Dokueki’s arms back over the ropes, leaving her open. Morgan spits on her palm and SMACKS Dokueki across the chest with a backhand, knife edged chop! She throws Dokueki to the mat in a sitting position and takes off across the ring. She dashes back across towards the Poison Dragon! She’s going for Yoi Yoi Double Yo--WAIT! Dokueki has enough awareness to quickly roll out of the ring. She’s also there enough to catch Morgan Payne by the feet when she reaches that side of the ring. Morgan is stopped abruptly and yanked down to the mat before being pulled out to the floor onto her feet. She’s just barely realizing what’s happening as Dokueki steps back before POW!! Dokueki blasts her right across the face with a straight up, martial arts roundhouse kick. Spit goes flying from Morgan’s mouth as she crumples to the ringside floor, immediately stopped in momentum.

From here, Dokueki takes control of the match outside the ring, picking Payne up and whipping her into the security barricade. She follows in with a running big boot that sends Morgan over the barricade and into the crowd. Dokueki walks over and half rolls into the ring to break the count before coming back out and climbs over the barricade. Despite the warning to give the wrestlers room, Dokueki walks over to the fans and grabs an empty chair, snapping it shut. The commentators both protest per rules of the match as Dokueki just walks right up and smacks Morgan across the back! The crowd reacts and the referee comes out of the ring. Dokueki takes the chair to Morgan for a couple more shots before the ref reaches them and starts demanding she drop the chair or be disqualified. Dokueki waves the man off and raises the chair again but this time, Senior Official James Greer grabs it and wrestles it out of her hands, tossing it to the floor and motions to his shirt, then points back to the ring. He then returns inside and restarts the count. Dokueki kicks Morgan in the head and hops the barricade, sliding back in under the bottom rope. The referee starts the count again as Morgan starts to stir outside and slowly makes it towards the ring. At 17 she makes it to the apron and crawls in under the top rope. Dokueki immediately pulls her up, and starts going in with hard kicks and elbows. Impressively enough, Morgan manages to get her guard up, but Dokueki keeps going at her until Morgan manages to shove her back and come off the ropes. This is where Dokueki shoots in for the legs but Morgan sprawls out and catches her around the neck. The two start to scramble on the mat and it’s clear that Morgan’s going for a Peruvian Necktie but Dokueki manages to keep Morgan from clinching her own wrist as she gets up onto her feet. She’s in a DDT hold now and she flips Morgan back with a Northern Lights Suplex into a bridge for a nearfall! Morgan kicks out at about 2.7 and starts turning to get up but Dokueki grabs her from behind and sends her overhead with a Release German Suplex! The crowd pops as Morgan lands on her feet, albeit unsteadily and has to find her balance but before Dokueki realizes what’s going on, Morgan rushes in and catches her under the arms. FULL NELSON SUPLEX!!!!! Dokueki lands hard on her head and neck and both women are down!

Morgan Payne manages to roll over onto her front as Dokueki crawls to a corner to catch a breather while sitting up; one hand on her neck and the Poison Dragon actually looks to be reeling a bit. Morgan gets to her feet and moves in on the Japanese woman who was until just recently, undefeated in her career. She starts to pull her up and Dokueki goes for the eyes, raking her nails across them. The ref chides her but she blows him off and hits Morgan with a headbutt to the back of the neck before cinching in a headlock. Morgan acts quickly, though, and throws an arm over Dokueki’s neck as she pulls her down and rolls her up into a ROLLING KNEEBAR!! Dokueki struggles for a good while before managing to grab the bottom rope but not before Morgan has spent a good fifteen seconds really wrenching it in. Morgan lets go at the count of 2 and then comes the stomp to the ar-- no? Morgan feigns the arm stomp and stomps the knee she was just torquing. Morgan pulls Dokueki up by the hair, ref’s warning be damned and whips her into the ropes. She comes off the other side and goes in for The Faded Line. Dokueki ducks! They come off the ropes again. Dokueki goes for a Shotei Palm Strike! Morgan ducks under! They hit the ropes again. Dokueki comes back, this time for a BIG BOO-WAIT NO! TASTES LIKE TIMBALAND BOOT, BITCH!! But Dokueki’s Big Boot grazes Payne in the side of the face and both women drop! Morgan’s holding the side of her face. Dokueki looks down and out cold. She starts to stir as Morgan makes it to the corner and pulls herself up. She pulls her loose hair tie out and just pushes her sweaty hair out of her face as she hunches down in the corner, eyeing Dokueki like a predator watching a wounded animal. People in the crowd know exactly what she’s going for. Morgan starts adding a bounce to her legs as if preparing for take off. Dokueki makes it to her feet and turns. Morgan explodes out of the corner like a bullet! FAUGH A BAL---NO!! Dokueki scouts it and quickly spins to evade, sending Morgan almost crashing into the corner. Just as she turns, however, she and the crowd hear--

Dokueki: PAAAAAAAAAAYNE!!!!!!!!

And Dokueki catches her with a brutal running Shotei Palm Strike in the corner. The Poison Dragon acts quickly this time and lifts the stunned Kingdom member onto the turnbuckle, facing away from her. Dokueki climbs up behind her and sets her up. DRAGON’S DI--- NO!!!! How the hell did Morgan Payne land on her feet?! Granted, Morgan falls back on her ass but scrambles up and goes right for Dokueki again. This time, she goes to cinch in a Guillotine Choke but Dokueki counters and explodes up with a HEADBUTT!!! Morgan’s rocked and Dokueki yanks her down from behind the legs and twists her up into an Indian Deathlock! She’s not finished there, however, as she then maneuvers around and also adds in a Cobra Twist. It’s the SERPENT’S EMBRACE!!!!! They’re in the middle of the ring and Morgan can’t go anywhere. The ref asks her if she wants to quit. Morgan shakes her index finger in defiance, screaming in a mix of rage and agony as Dokueki roars back, really putting the pressure on. She keeps pulling and tugging on the hold until Morgan...wait...is she fading? Morgan stops struggling to get out of the hold and goes limp. The referee checks Morgan and she has passed out from the pain rather than give up! He calls for the bell and quickly orders Dokueki to let Morgan go.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner!!!! DOKUUUUUUUEKIIIIII!!!!

Matt Salvatore: Holy shit! Did that just happen?!

Nick Hanson: What do you even call that?! Submission? Ref stoppage?

Matt Salvatore: I have no idea but you heard Roger. This one goes to the Dragon!

We cut backstage to the locker room of Leah Aguero, Layla Diaz and Jed Coffey; collectively known as The Second City Riot Squad. While Jed is in the background doing pushups, Leah and Layla are in the foreground addressing the camera.

Leah Aguero: You know it would appear last week just wasn’t our week. The Second City Riot Squad earned their spot in the triple threat number one contender match last week but we came up short.

Leah looks at Layla Diaz and places a hand on her shoulder.

Layla Diaz: I had dat match in da bag, Leah. I swear I did. I busted dat chick’s head open wit da chair. I eliminated Lash da Flash from da equation when I stomped his head in. I had it. I jus... I jus… yous know wut? I don’t give a f-

Leah squeezes Layla’s shoulder to get her to calm down.

Leah Aguero: You got arrogant. You got cocky. You thought you had that match won but all Ebony Arceri had to do is reverse you with one hold and that’s all she wrote. You know what I call that?

Layla Diaz: I knows. I knows. I failed yous. I failed da SCRS and I failed da Kwonspiracy.

Leah Aguero: You failed no one, Diaz. You got cocky and you slipped up. So what? It’s your third match as a pro. It was your first match going in alone and you know what? Nobody’s going to question whether or not you belong there in the ring. You see, I saw that potential in you back in Corpus Christi, TX when you were running drills in the ring of Squires. Last week, everyone got to see that potential as well. You were in your element. You brought it southside style and the only reason you didn’t secure us a shot at the tag team titles is inexperience. I don’t fault you though, Diaz.

Leah turns her attention away from Diaz and towards the camera again.

Leah Aguero: Yeah, we came up short last week but last week was a bit of a teaching lesson for Diaz over here. If you think we’re out of the hunt for those Tag Team Titles then you all are sorely mistaken. We still got our agenda. We are still going to get ours. We’re fighters through and through and one little roadblock isn’t going to come between us and the ultimate prize. Tonight, we go against Lluvia Caine and Moe Renhuan of The Queen’s Guard. Tonight we show that we aren’t a tag team to look past. You should take us very seriously. Ain’t that right, Diaz.

Layla Diaz: Fo sho, Leah. Tonight we takin’ on two rooks of da Kingdom. Dey call demselves da Queen’s Guard. Who yous guardin’, yo? Who yous queen? Sativa? Bishes, please. Next week at Ascension when Lara takes dat crown yous queen will be left wit nuttin’ but a pot ta piss in. Maybe dats yous guys problem. Yous guardin’ a queen when yous should be guardin’ yaselvs. Wassup wit all dis hierarchy ish? When do yous two move from rooks ta knights? Or is yous not even rooks yet? You jus pawns?

Leah Aguero: When you label yourselves a Kingdom you open yourselves up to a hierarchy of command. That’s what separates you all and the Kwonspiracy. In the Kwonspiracy we don’t answer to one person. Every person’s opinion is valued. Every person’s input is put into consideration and we establish our agenda. Take this week, for example. Lluvia and Moe, you all drew the short straw this week and you’re going up against the Second City Riot Squad. The two of you may think you’re high and mighty sitting up in that tower of the Kingdom but your day of reckoning is upon you. Tonight, we soften the two of you up before sending you into the Monster’s Ball match at Ascension.

Layla Diaz: Yeah, yeah, yeah. At Ascension yous guys finna go up against da Kwonspiracy an dem misfit bishes da Hatchet Clan inside da Monsta’s Ball match. But tonight, yous two gotsta deal wit da hard hittin’, no fooks givin’, straight out da southside, reppin’ dat Second City, dat one an only riot squad. Yous two yokes got da SCRS.

Leah Aguero: That was elegantly stated, Diaz.

Leah Aguero visibly rolls her eyes to the camera.

Leah Aguero: So let me take a wild guess at the two of you for a second. Let’s say maybe neither of you had anything to do. You were becoming irrelevant. You had your roles in the Kingdom but you weren’t the stars. So what do you do? You decide to become a tag team together; the B team of the Kingdom. Lluvia, I don’t care where you come from. I don’t care what your family has done in wrestling before you and I don’t care who you are affiliated with. Two weeks ago you had the privilege of stepping into the ring with greatness personified, Lara Bratton. You showed that you couldn’t get the job done. Instead, your pawn of a partner got you disqualified. I know what you’re going to say. She was coerced into hitting Lara. The truth is you knew you were outmatched much in the same way Moe was outmatched last week against The Universal Superstar Hope Avila. Face it, you didn’t stand a chance against Lara and Moe didn’t stand a chance against Hope. What makes the two of you, the B squad of Kingdom, think you stand a chance against the Second City Riot Squad? We’ve already shut down your supposed A team in Bloody Fairytale. Now it’s time to shut you down too.

Layla Diaz: For realz doe. Mah girl Hope had Moe tappin’ like a lil bish. Now I ain’t no submission specialist but later tonight Moe yous be tappin’ once again as I lay deez fists straight in yo face. An yous know what I’ma finna do? I finna look ova ta dat front row. I’ma wave ta Thomas, den I’ma slam mah fist in ya face, wave ta Thomas, slam mah fist in ya face, wave ta Thomas… ya get da point bah now don’t ya? Yous ‘bout ta feel da full brunt of what it means ta be in da southside of Chi-Town. Welcome ta mah neighborhood. Yous tink yous part of a kingdom. Mighty J? Yous got ya sledge wit yous?

Jed Coffey, who is still in the background working out, has his attention grabbed by Diaz. He looks around the locker room and lifts his signature sledgehammer in the air for Diaz to see.

Layla Diaz: Dat sledge right dur? Dats mah proverbial weapon dats finna start tearin’ down yous kingdom, brick bah brick. So rooks, or pawns, whateva hierarchy yous two hold in da Kingdom. Gets ready to feel da brunt of SCRS. Da beatdown is a comin’ and der ain’t nothin’ yous can do ta stop it.

Leah Aguero shoots a nod at Layla Diaz, supporting what she just said. The two members of Second City Riot Squad bump fists before Leah turns back to the cameraman and smacks the camera out of the way as we cut back to ringside.
We cut backstage to see NFW World Heavyweight Champion Sativa Nevaeh pacing around. She is in her ring gear and entrance coat, ready for her match later in the evening. The NFW World Heavyweight title is resting on a nearby stack of crates. She is absently tapping that four-beat drum cadence on her thigh with her tumb. She is pulled out of her thoughts by the call of her new large black bird.

She looks up at it and a grin creeps across her face. It flies up and lands on her shoulder. Sativa reaches up and pets the bird’s head and neck.

Sativa Nevaeh: You did good. You delivered the message. I know she can hear them now...

Sativa looks up at the bird then into the camera.

Sativa Nevaeh: You can hear them now, can’t you Lara? The drums. You can finally hear them. The drumming that is leading up to next week. I’ve been hearing it for so long.

Sativa bangs her hand against the stack of crates her title rests on.


Sativa Nevaeh: They are a symbol, Lara. A symbol of your doom. They are the drums of war. The sound that heralds the coming doom. Played to strike fear into the hearts of an opposing army.

Sativa chuckles and points into the camera.

Sativa Nevaeh: You are that opponent Lara. The second choice. The one who got lucky, or unlucky, to face me next. The proper challenger, the RIGHT one, took off. So we are left with you. A paltry challenger. And that term is used extremely loosely.

Sativa chuckles.

Sativa Nevaeh: You are what happens when a plan goes awry. A second choice. One that needed help to get a chance far more deserving of literally anyone else. But that’s fine. You have a week until your complete unpreparedness is shown to the world. I do hope you can cope with the world seeing you for the worthless fraud you are.

The bird moves from Sativa’s shoulder to next to her title. Sativa then resumes her pacing.

Sativa Nevaeh: The only thing you are good for, Lara, is to be a footnote in the historic record I set. “Who is Lara Bratton? The last person Sativa Nevaeh defeated before setting a year-long World Title reign.”

Sativa pauses in her pacing and gives a half apologetic shrug.

Sativa Nevaeh: Do not worry, Lara. The drums can only, and will, get louder. You’re marching to a slaughter, hearing your doom the entire way. Are you ready? Are you? Are you ready for the end of your fifteen minutes? It will be an honor to end them, and you. Ascension shall truly be my ascension into the annals of history.

Sativa gives a little grin and wave of her hand. The bird calls out loudly as Sativa grabs her title. She throws it over one shoulder and the bird hops up onto her other one. She then walks down the hall away from the camera, humming that four-beat cadence.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

The lights dim in the arena as two blue spotlights shine down on the stage. As “Flesh and Bone” begins, Lluvia Cane and Moe Renhuan step out onto the stage and into the spots on the stage, blue lights pulsing down the sides of the ramp and flashing throughout the arena. Both hold their hands up over their heads, rotating their hips as they spin in opposite directions.

Roger Arden: “Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 270 pounds, representing the KINGDOM….”

Moe and Lluvia fist bump one another before they strut down to the ring, laser focused as they walk past the members of the audience on their way to the ring.

Roger Arden: “The team of Lluvia Cane and Moe Renhuan…”

Lluvia climbs onto the apron as Moe climbs the steps behind her. Lluvia turns to the crowd with a smirk before skinning the cat over the top rope as Moe steps up onto the bottom rope and points down to Alexa, Tommy, and the Little Royals with a grin and a wink.

Roger Arden: “They are THE QUEEN’S GUARD!!!”

Moe and Lluvia nod to each other, slapping hands twice before fist bumping one another and turn, ready to start the match.

“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: Their opponents! At a combined weight of 258 pounds, being accompanied to the ring by Jed Coffey! Representing The Kwonspiracy! Leah Aguero...AND...Layla Diaz!. SECOND...CITY...RIOT SQUAD!!!!

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

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

~DING DING DING~

The referee calls for the bell and it's Lluvia and Layla starting things off. They start to circle and Layla moves faster and faster, ducking and dodging and teasing the lock up with Lluvia, until finally Layla moves in and they tie up.

Nick Hanson: Arm drag by Diaz!

Cane gets back to her feet and eats another arm drag, and she gets up much more slowly this time. Hip toss attempt by Layla and Lluvia blocks, nailing Diaz with fast back elbows..

Matt Salvatore: Woah, snapmare into a neckbreaker, cover and just a two count by Cane!

Lluvia has no trouble hauling Layla to her feet. Ripcord, Lluvia reels Diaz back in and goes for a clothesline, yet Diaz evades by doing the splits before taking Lluvia over with a monkey flip, rolling back and hitting a standing moonsault! Cover..

ONE
TWO

Lluvia kicks out and Layla tries to haul Cane to her feet but Lluvia cuts her off with some sharp forearms before going for an irish whip, yet Diaz reverses it and hauls Lluvia into SCRS's corner..

Nick Hanson: Diaz tags in Leah, and they both nail Cane with a double dropkick as she steps out of the corner!

Matt Salvatore: I love it. Diaz is ignoring the ref ordering her to step out!

Leah and Layla haul Cane up into a double vertical suplex, but Lluvia wriggles free and lands on her feet! Cane quickly hits the ropes..

Nick Hanson: Double clothesline from Lluvia Cane! That one knocked Diaz out to ringside, Matt!

Moe explodes into the ring as Lluvia gets the tag, first taking Leah down with a running dropkick.

Matt Salvatore: Moe springboards and comes back with a hurricanrana! One, two, close one here as Leah manages to get the shoulder up!

Moe seems frustrated as she hauls a groggy Leah up to her feet and lays into her with a jumping forearm before popping her up into a tilt a whirl, yet Leah lands in a spear and lays into Moe with a devastating flurry of forearms and Muay Thai knees before hauling her back up and seizing Moe in a headlock before dragging her over and tagging in Layla who leaps to the top rope!

Nick Hanson: Hurricanrana from the top ro..OOF!

Moe catches Layla Diaz at the apex of the rana and lands her in a ridiculously painful looking jawbreaker before leaping to her feet, a buzzsaw kick to the back of Layla's head dropping her like a stone!

Matt Salvatore: OW! Did ya HEAR that?!

ONE
TWO
THR..

Leah rushes in to break up the pin attempt with a stomp, and Leah drags Moe to her feet as Layla rolls into a neutral corner to try to recuperate. Leah sends Moe for an irish whip, ducking down in anticipation of a backdrop, yet Moe surprises her with a kick to the face!

Nick Hanson: TAILED BEAST BOM..

Matt Salvatore: No, wait for it, Hanson!

Leah catches Moe as she flips over, and hauls the hapless gal up into the electric chair drop!

Nick Hanson: Missile dropkick from Diaz to Lluvia knocks her off the apron!

Matt Salvatore: SOUTHSIDE CUTTA! They call that DEAD TO RIGHTS, Nick!

Leah scurries out of the ring as Layla Diaz scores the cover

ONE
TWO
THREE!

*DING~DING~DING!!*

Roger Arden: The winners of this match, as a result of a pinfall, SECOND CITY RIOT SQUAD!

As the match comes to a close, the lights dim red and blue….
Nick Hanson: Wait WHAT?!

Matt Salvatore: HUH?!

Nick Hanson: What the--no way!

Atreyu’s cover of “You Give Love A Bad Name” Hit’s the P/A system. To the surprise of the fans and the 2nd City Riot Squad, out steps “THE REBEL” MELINDA RHODES in all black attire and green and black shirt with two crossed hatchets on the front that reads “HATCHET CLAN!” In her hands is a bright green aluminum baseball bat which she points at the three women standing in the ring!
Nick Hanson: What in God’s name is Melinda Rhodes doing here?!

Matt Salvatore: I don’t know but she looks pretty pissed off to put it plain and simple!

She immediately starts walking down the ramp when suddenly the lights change to a dim orange and the music cuts….

Nick Hanson: Wait a minute, though. Rhodes isn’t gonna try to take--



Nick Hanson: MATT!!!

Matt Salvatore: HOOOOOLY SHIT!!!!

Immediately she’s followed by an even more shocking addition. With Robb Flynn’s growling voice and the heavy assault of Machine Head’s brutal guitar riffs powering the song, “Imperium” out steps the six foot, heavily muscled, and black leather attired URSULA VON ROSSBACH!
The lady they call Terminator strolls down the ramp followed by POISON DOKUEKI with a vicious Kanabo war club in hand and DONA ROTTEN with a barbed wire wrapped Kendo stick at either side of her, wearing matching Hatchet Clan T-shirts. The Rebel shoots the 2nd City Riot Squad in the ring and evil smile and soon all four women storm the ring to lay in a vicious assault on the Kwonspiracy’s Tag Team!
Nick Hanson: This is getting out of control, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: Uhh yeah! I’m seeing The Rebel and The Terminator working side by side!!

Nick Hanson: What are they wearing? Those shirts…?

All hell breaks loose with the fans cheering on! The Rebel slides in first and lays into Jeb with a vicious baseball bat shot that drops him and he rolls out of the ring clutching at his head while Dona and Poison chase out both Leah and Layla who run afoul of Ursula Von Rossbach who catches them both by the throat and effortlessly lifts the two up and hits chokeslams on both women!!!!
Nick Hanson: CHOKESLAM TO THE SECOND CITY RIOT SQUAD!!! She made that look easy!

Matt Salvatore: It was for her, Nick. This woman deadlifts 600 pounds!

Nick Hanson: That’s insane!

Matt Salvatore: Kinda hot. Not gonna lie….

Nick Hanson: Hey look out, here comes the Kwonspiracy!

Hope Avila AND JANSEN MYRRH both rush out of the curtains and down the ramp with steel chairs in hand, attacking the Lady Terminator who fights back against two, managing to disarm one by headbutting the chair right out of her hands! Dona Rotten and Dokueki roll out of the ring as Rebel Rhodes just leans against the ropes, arms crossed and watching as the arena lights then turn green and another theme hit’s the P/A system….

Nick Hanson: Waaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiit a minute, Matt!!!!

Matt Salvatore: MOLLY’S BACK!!!!!!

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

Molly Hatchet:‘allo Kwonspiracy. Meet tha’ family… CLAN HATCHET!!!!

She then rushes into the fray with her chain swinging Manriki chain weapon and soon it devolves into a hardcore melee free for all as both teams tear into each other, with Clan Hatchet clearly having the advantage in both numbers and weaponry! Security rushes down to ringside to break both warring factions apart, some even going down in the process but more and more come out until the entire thing devolves into World War 7!!!

Nick Hanson: IT ALL MAKES SENSE NOW, MATT!!! CLAN HATCHET?! THE SHIRTS?! THIS IS MOLLY’S MONSTER’S BALL TEAM!

Matt Salvatore: AND THEY GOT ONE HELL OF AN ADVANTAGE WITH MELINDA RHODES AND URSULA VON ROSSBACH IN THEIR CORNER!!!

Nick Hanson: ASCENSION’S NEXT WEEK AND WE DON’T EVEN KNOW WHO KWONSPIRACY’S 4TH IS! FOLKS, WE’RE GONNA TAKE A QUICK BREAK AND TRY TO GET THIS UNDER CONTROL! DON’T GO AWAY!

Roger Arden: The following contest is your main event, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

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

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

Roger Arden: From Manhattan, New York! Being accompanied by Seo-hyung Kwon. Representing the Kwonspiracy. Weighing in at 120 pounds! She is...KAAAAAAN….TAAAAAAAIIIIII!!!!!

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

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

Roger Arden: Her opponent….

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

“That girl is psycho
Psycho
psycho”

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

“They call me killer, call me some kind of freak
But they keep calling me, they're calling on me
Oh yeah
I've got them praying, sweating and shaking
Now I've got my eye set on you”

Sativa Nevaeh comes out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp looking over the crowd. Despite wearing a mask, you can tell she is smirking. The crowd rains down hate on her. Sativa starts to make her way towards the ring.

“They call me conjurer, they say I'm divine
But shade is poison, my past lovers in mind
Hell yeah, I curse them all
Fathers and brothers, for the hell that they all put me through

I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
I've got you under my spell
And I'm psycho, voodoo, that's what they say about me
What will you say about me?”

She makes it to ringside and slides under the bottom rope head first. She crawls over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. She perches atop the ring post, resting one knee upon the top turnbuckle facing inward toward the ring. She throws her head back and takes off the mask, throwing her arms out in a 'welcome the doves' pose. The crowd continues their hatred at her and she just smiles. Sativa grabs the ropes and jumps down. She then heads to her corner and waits for the match to start.

~DING DING DING~

Kan Tai and Sativa both narrow their eyes and exchange verbal barbs as they circle, immediately locking up when the referee calls for the bell.

Nick Hanson: Hustle and a go-behind by Kan, waistlock takedown? No, Sativa holds her ground and blasts her with back elbows..

Having stunned Kan, Sativa is easily able to break free of the waistlock, wheel Kan around and get her in position for a northern lights suplex.

Nick Hanson: Kan flips out and lands on her feet! Side russian legsweep, a cover and Sativa kicks out right on two!

Kan angrily hauls Sativa back to her feet, issuing some quick forearms before whipping Sativa into the corner so hard that she slumps into a seated position. Kan runs in for the face wash in the corner..

Matt Salvatore: And Sativa pulls down the top rope and causes Kan Tai Dark to take a spill to the outside! Woah, look out! Sativa back to her feet!

Nick Hanson: TOPE SUICIDA ON KAN TAI DARK!

Both women crash into the barricade with the impact of this dive and the referee begins his count.

ONE
TWO
THREE

It's Sativa who stirs and gets to a knee first, seizing Kan in a headlock and hauling her up to her feet.

FOUR
FIVE
SIX

Sativa runs forward with the headlock, looking to ram Kan's face into the apron, yet Kan wriggles free and Sativa eats ring post instead, Kan quickly grabbing Sativa and rolling her back inside, the referee restarting his count.

ONE
TWO

Kan can sense that Sativa is about to stand, and she quickly leaps up onto the apron.

Nick Hanson: MORAL OF THE STORY from the apron, it hits its target!

Matt Salvatore: You're not kidding! Here's the cover, this could be it!

ONE
TWO
T..

Nick Hanson: Sativa with the shoulder up, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: If you're gonna be World champion, you gotta be tough, Hanson! Look at Kan, she can't believe it!

Kan Tai Dark angrily hauled a groggy Sativa to her feet and laid into her with a flurry of forearms, wild right hands and even wilder kicks. Kan doubles Sativa over with a harsh knee to the midsection and hooks her up for a tiger suplex..

Nick Hanson: This could be over here, Salvatore! Tiger suple..wait! Sativa breaks free and swings Kan Tai Dark around! REVERSE STO! Sativa rolls through! She's got NIGHTY NIGHT LOCKED IN!

Matt Salvatore: Oh what the hell is THIS crap?!

Lara Bratton leaps over the barricade, slides into the ring and nearly takes Sativa's head off with a basement dropkick before she dives on her and begins laying into her with punch after punch after punch. The referee doesn’t hesitate!

*DING~DING~DING!!*

Nick Hanson: Lara Bratton is a powder keg, Salvatore! The referee has thrown this match out altogether!

Roger Arden: The winner of this bout, as result of a DISQUALIFICATION - SATIVA NEVAEH!

Kan Tai rolls out of the ring, seemingly grateful to be free of the koji clutch, and meanwhile, Lara Bratton has Sativa back up to her feet.

Matt Salvatore: Lara just dropped Sativa with the Punchline as though she's NOTHING, Hanson!

Nick Hanson: That's probably because Lara's got a paperweight in her fist, Matt. Yow for Sativa!

Lara lets out an evil sounding laugh as she stands over Sativa, before snatches the World Heavyweight Championship from the referee and holds it up over her head. She points to herself, yelling to the crowd that it’s hers soon until there’s a pop from the audience. Bratton and Kan Tai look towards the ramp to see Morgan Payne and Bloody Fairytale hauling ass down the ramp at them.

Matt Salvatore: We saw it earlier, Nick! You fuck with one, you get more! Here come Payne, Olson and Meadows!

Nick Hanson: The others must be back with Jasmine Matthews but this is more than enough!

Lara Bratton quickly motions for Kan Tai as the two book it out of the ring and circle around to the ramp as the Kingdom members slide into the ring. Bloody Fairytale stands guard over Sativa Nevaeh as Morgan Payne helps her to her feet. Lara Bratton holds the Heavyweight Title up still in her hand before laying it out on the ringside floor for the Kingdom to come get as her and Kan Tai are ushered back by Seo-hyung Kwon. Christina Olson retrieves the title and brings it in the ring to Sativa who looks at Lara like she’s about to just explode from anger; holding her jaw as Morgan keeps an arm around her shoulders.

Nick Hanson: These two are gonna tear each other apart next week, folks! Don’t miss it when we return for Ascension!

Matt Salvatore: Until next time! For Nick Hanson, I’m Matt Salvatore. So long, everyone!