NFW Collision #74 - Chicago, IL! 05/05/2020!

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We are LIVE here at the NFW Collision Center for Episode 74 of Collision!

Matt Salvatore: Good to be back! It's only been a week but it feels like forever after that crazy show we had last week - ASCENSION!

Nick Hanson: Right you are, Matt! It certainly lived up to the name but don't settle down just yet because we got the next dose of adrenaline coming tonight and--

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

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

Matt Salvatore: Rumor has it she’s on the outs after her performance at Ascension.

Nick Hansen: And Kan Tai seems to be missing as well.

Matt Salvatore: Hey, I don’t have all the answers.

They march down towards the ring and split off as Kwon takes the steps up and gets into the ring before walking over and retrieving a microphone. The other members all roll into the ring.

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Don't let these shakes go on!
It's time we had a break from it,
It's time we had some leave.
We've been living in a place,
We've been eating up our brains.
Oh please don't let these shakes go on!
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Kwon walks to the edge of the ring to ask for a microphone as the music fades.

Seo-hyung Kwon: We aren’t going to come out here and sugar coat the facts. The Kwonspiracy performance at Ascension left plenty to be desired. That is the truth. As you can see, we are a couple members short out here today. The Second City Riot Squad is preparing for their upcoming match with Bloody Fairytale. Kan Tai is on a special assignment and will be gone for a few weeks. And Lara Bratton is taking a time out. She has some things that she needs to get straight before she will be back in the ring.

Someone in the front row shouts out, “She sucks anyway!” Kwon pauses for a moment before she walks towards the edge of the ring and looks down at the gentleman.

Seo-hyung Kwon: Sir, let me explain something as simply as I possibly can. Lara Bratton is a quality athlete who gets paid hundreds of thousands of dollars to compete on a nationally broadcast television program. Until recently, she was the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Champion. And you...

Kwon finds something amusing as she continues.

Seo-hyung Kwon: You, sir, as a man sitting in the front row of said television, buying a ticket, paying an abhorrent amount of money for a beer and whatever else that is that you’re eating there and you’re wearing a Griffin Hawkins t-shirt when he’s not even on this broadcast. You sir, have no room to say anyone, in your word “sucks”.

Jansen is trying not to crack a smile. She looks at Hope who just shrugs. Kwon goes back to addressing the entire crowd.

Seo-hyung Kwon: Since that is all cleared up, let’s turn our attention to the future of Kwonspiracy. Due to some miscommunication on our part, the World Heavyweight Championship did not come to the Kwonspiracy. But we do plan to rectify that here very soon. You see, the one thing that has eluded “Ms. Myrrhder” Jansen Myrrh has been the World Championship. Just as her beloved uncle before her, she has set her sights on fulfilling the prophecy that has been promised to her.

Kwon hands the microphone to Jansen.

Jansen Myrrh: Let’s talk about our goddamned champion. Congratulations, isn’t it, Sativa? One whole year as the motherfucking champion. I mean, that’s quite the achievement, hm? I mean, shit, it has been the most boring, nothing happening championship reign in the history of professional wrestling, but I mean -- don’t let those facts get in the way of your celebration. The rest of us will be bemoaning the fact that this reign will continue until you finally get into the ring with someone worthy to be called the World Heavyweight Champion. That would be me, dumbass, if you haven’t figured that out. Don’t get me wrong, I know I ain’t in contention for that championship yet, but at some point I will be and if someone else hasn’t taken that title away from you then I will be the one to end your sad, pathetic excuse of a championship run the world has ever seen.

Fans are starting to boo these words.

Jansen Myrrh: You can boo all you want, but you know it’s true. She sits up in her little tower in her goddamned castle and marinates in the haze of poor choices and all those other Kingdom do-nothings enable her behavior. That’s all fine and dandy, but the name of this fucking game is professional wrestling and there isn’t a single person on either roster here that embodies that term more than me. And if anyone has something to say about that, step up fuckers. I will go through every member of this roster until there’s no one left standing between myself and Sativa or whatever lucky fucker beats her for that title. I can already hear it now, the words coming from her tiny stoned fingers as she tweets out her response. How I’m parroting everyone who’s come before. The difference between the ones who’ve come before and myself, bitch? Is that I’m going to back up each and every word. But until I can get my hands on you, just sit in your protected little world with your trolls and leeches and wait. Cause I’m coming for ya, bitch.

Suddenly from the back, Layla Diaz runs down the ramp trying to get Kwon’s attention. Hope notices and nudges Kwon, pointing. Kwon goes over the side as Layla is explaining something to her and pointing towards the back. Soon, the other members are there as well and the microphone picks up some of Diaz’ words.

Layla Diaz: I dunno what happened but she’s laid out back there. It looks bad. Someone got to her.

Jansen is the first to leap from the ring and run up the ramp. The others follow as a handheld camera follows them down the hallway towards the locker room. In the hallway, on the floor is a prone Lara Bratton. Her body is laid in the hallway, and her head is just inside the dressing room. A small pool of blood is underneath her neck.

Jansen reaches her first and pushes open the door to find Lara unconscious. Hope runs in next and holds the door open for Jansen who screams:

Jansen Myrrh: We need a fucking medic or something. Goddamned! Get an ambulance or something! Shit!

Kwon finally makes it with Layla.

Seo-hyung Kwon: Do not move her. We don’t know what happened. Just leave her until we get some help. Layla, go finish getting ready for your match. We will figure out what happened here. Do not let this stop you from doing what you need to do to win your tag team match, do you understand?”

Layla nods and takes off as everyone kneels around Lara as they wait for an ambulance to arrive.
Lilith steps out of the bathroom of the Kingdom’s locker room. All members apparently were indisposed or otherwise away as she began to open her bag and pull out her ring gear. She dips into her locker and pulls out her combat tape and her costume makeup kit. The door opens and then shuts out of her view.

Lilith: That was quick, Chrissy. Catering was empty for once?

She turns around and a chain wrapped fist slams into her face with enough force to break her nose and send her falling back into her locker. Stepping into view is none other than Molly Hatchet, wearing a tanktop, jeans, boots, and her hooded vest. Brutally she proceeds to stomp, kick, and batter Lilith who is in no position to fight back at all!

Molly: IS THIS HOW YOU WANT IT SLAG?! IS THIS HOW YA’ WANNA’ BE SERVED JUSTICE?! HUH?! HUH?! YEAH!!! FAWK YOU!!!

Each word was punctuated with a kick or stomp to her face and upper body. Molly then sees in the locker the infamous crowbar. Her eyes light up with vengeance and fury. Her and Lilith grab it at the same time. She yanks it from Lilith’s hands, kicking her square in the chest as she does so. Lilith holds her hands up!

Lilith: PLEASE!!! NO!!! I’M SORRY!!! I’M SORRY!!!!

Molly cracks her with a shot to the ribs that gets an agonized scream from her lungs, followed by a coughing fit, which is preceded by a golf style swing to the side of her head that rolls her over, unconscious.

Molly: I was nae’ able ta' beg you to stop, but if I had, would you have, ya’ fawkin’ betch?

There is moisture in Molly’s eyes as she tosses that crowbar away, her hands trembling.

Molly: LOOK WHAT YE’ MADE ME DO!!!

The Ginger Ninja spits down at her and at that point the door rumbles, then bursts open but instead of the Kingdom, it’s Ursula Von Rossbach in a black business suit. She doesn’t stop to think for too long, grabbing Molly and yanking her out of the locker room!

Molly: PUT ME DOWN!!! PUT ME DOWN!!!

Molly struggles against and curses at the stronger woman who carries her down the hall without a further word.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

'The Warrior' hits the speakers as Patti Rose steps from behind the curtain to a rapturous applause. She skips down the walkway high fiving as many fans as possible before climbing through the ropes and climbing the turnbuckles to applaud the fans.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, making her New Frontier debut! She hails from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 148 pounds. PATTI...ROSE!!!!

~DING DING DING~

The referee calls for the bell as Akane and Patti circle the middle of the ring, both generating a rhythmic clap to fire themselves up before they finally lock up. Patti Rose gets the initial advantage with a headlock and being able to follow up with a nice headlock takedown, trying to transition into an arm bar, yet Akane Suzuki rolls backward to free herself. Suzuki seizes the veteran in an arm wringer before flipping Patti over onto her back.

Nick Hanson: Suzuki dropping the leg, swing and a miss as Patti Rose rolls out of the way!

Patti tries for the leg grapevine, but Akane successfully kicks her away. Both women back to their feet again, and they once again lock up. Patti surprises Suzuki with the go-behind and the waistlock takedown attempt, but Suzuki maintains her footing, swings Patti back around and tries for the irish whip, yet Patti gets the reversal on it..

Nick Hanson: Rose sends Suzuki for the whip, Suzuki on the rebound and Patti Rose dives down and slides, Akane able to leap to avoid tripping up..

Matt Salvatore: Patti Rose back up, she ducks down anticipating a back drop but she gets a kick to the face for her trouble!

Akane Suzuki takes the arm and tries to launch Patti Rose for a Japanese arm drag, yet Patti retains her footing and floats behind Suzuki..

Nick Hanson: Running bulldog by Patti Rose!

Patti looks around before she points to the ropes and quickly looks back at Suzuki before she makes a beeline for them.

Matt Salvatore: LIONSAUL..no! Akane Suzuki got the knees up! That looked nasty, Hanson!

Patti Rose sprung off, clutching her abdomen in agony before Suzuki rolled her over for the cover attempt..

ONE
TWO

Nick Hanson: And Patti gets the shoulder up right as the referee's hand was coming down for the three!

Suzuki looks down at Patti as she starts to stir. Suzuki nods and takes an arm, hauling the veteran to her feet.

Matt Salvatore: Wait a minute - Suzuki twists the arm back! She's lining up for the heart punch!

Patti Rose easily manages to duck underneath as the hammer comes down, and Akane staggers forward as she punches at air.

Nick Hanson: JUMPING CUTTER by Patti Rose! This has gotta be it!

ONE
TWO
THR..

Patti immediately sits up, exasperated as Suzuki barely gets the shoulder up. Patti kneels, grimacing and breathing heavily..

Matt Salvatore: Look at Patti, Nick! She thought she had it! She about put Akane Suzuki away right there!

Nick Hanson: She knows she has to strike while the iron is hot, Matt! Patti Rose now, dragging Akane Suzuki to her feet..

Matt Salvatore: She's going for it again! JUMPING C..

Nick Hanson: No! Suzuki sidesteps! Look out!

Matt Salvatore: STANDING SHIRANUI BY AKANE SUZUKI! Forget about it!

ONE
TWO
THREE!

*DING~DING~DING*

Roger Arden: The winner of this match, as result of a pinfall - AKANE SUZUKI!

Nick Hanson: You hate to see someone come up unsuccessful in their debut but in this case, it was gonna happen regardless, BUT give it up for both of these ladies! Patti Rose and Akane Suzuki, folks!

Matt Salvatore: These two tore it up in that ring and I think they set the bar for the rest of the card tonight. Everyone else in the back, you better bring your A game out here!

Nick Hanson: No kidding!

Akane Suzuki and Patti Rose exchange a handshake and respectful words before Rose leaves the ring to Suzuki to celebrate her victory.

Back at the locker room, Lara Bratton is being attended to by medical personnel. They have loaded her onto a gurney. Jansen, Hope and Kwon are still around as they watch them take care of their comrade.

Paramedic: We’re going to take her to the hospital now. It looks like she may have broken her neck, but it’s only a guess until we get some tests done.

Kwon moves over next to Lara, who’s eyes are open. They have braced her neck and they are about to push her out when Lara reaches for Kwon’s hand. Kwon leans down and it seems as if Lara is whispering something into her ear.

Seo-hyung Kwon: We will find out who did this, Lara,

Kwon promises as she pulls her hand free and they wheel Lara down the hallway.

Jansen Myrrh: I’m gonna kill a motherfucker,

Says Jansen under her breath.

Seo-hyung Kwon: Don’t worry. She told me everything.
Moments later, the cameras catch up with Molly and Ursula in the Collision parking lot, Ursula tossing Molly down and pinning her to the hood of a rented white Buick with all her might.

UVR: What in the hell is wrong with you?!

The Ginger Ninja kicks at her, Ursula barely registering the hits.

Molly: LET ME GO! LET ME FINISH IT!!!!

The Lady Terminator slowly shakes her head.

Molly: What?! You can do whatever the fawk you want, but I can’t? Is that it?!

UVR: No. This isn’t your way, Molly. You are better than that…. better than me.

Molly scoffs.

Molly: Ya saw what she said on twitter! Ya’ saw how they weren’t sorry at all fer what they did to me! It wasn’t until I readied ta’ cave her fawkin’ head in that she was any kind of sorry and that was only ta’ save her bloody skin! Ya’ should’ve let me end it! End her! It’d be one less problem for us as a group ta’ deal with!

Ursula’s expression shifts to more of a flat tone. Her eyes register something more akin to disappointment.

UVR: So more war is the answer then, hm? What happened to you, Molly O’Hatherine?

Molly: What happened to you, Ursula Von Rossbach? Ye’ used ta’ be all about body count, destroyin’ people, and murderin’ anyone who so much as looked at ye’ funny, let alone disrespected ya’. I should know, ya’ did it to me!

Ursula finally releases Molly and steps back, letting her slide forward off of the hood. The Lady Terminator looks her dead in the eye.

UVR: Time and penance, Ms. O’Hatherine. I have paid for my crimes more than you can possibly imagine. For every cruelty I suffered on to others, I paid an equal if not greater price for it. Five years ago, I was taken advantage of in a weakened state by two allies who turned on me for my cruelty towards them. You have never suffered the anguish or horror of being buried alive inside a steel box, breaking free from it at the great expense of blood and pain, only to trek across blazing desert sands well into the night, surviving off of wildlife and cactus water without so much as a knife to defend yourself.

She suddenly moves in, her gaze burning and intense as she leans down, getting face to face with Molly now and practically bending the smaller Ginger Ninja back to a point where her back is once more against the hood.

UVR: What emerged from that desert was something even stronger and more tempered than you ever knew. I survived it, learned from it, and grew as a person while it would seem that you are reverting to something far less noble than you were when we first met.

Molly suddenly shoves Ursula back, though not very far, just far enough to roll off of the car hood and start walking away.

Molly: Fawk off and turn yer back on me too. Not like we were ever friends in tha’ first place.

Ursula tilts her head slightly to the side.

UVR: You served as the closest thing to a constant in my life.

Molly stops and slowly looks over her shoulder.

UVR: I consider you my equal. Please do not throw away the one thing that makes you better than them or even me.

She turns around to face the Lady Terminator.

Molly: And what’s that? Yer ‘friendship’ ‘cause I won’t do what ya’ tell me?

UVR: Your honor.

The words seem to touch Molly for a moment. Her eyes grow moist and in an instant, she falls to her knees and breaks down into tears. The absurdity of the situation, what she’s done, everything in that moment came crashing down on her.

Molly: What in tha’ fawk am I doin’ Ursula? What am I doin’ when yer tha’ one makin’ all tha’ sense and I’m tha’ one hurtin’ people?! This used ta’ be yer bag! Goin’ ‘round and fawkin’ people up just ‘cause ya’ could!!!

With slow and deliberate steps, Ursula walks over to her old rival. There is an air of uncertainty as she reaches out and places a gloved hand on Molly’s shoulder.

UVR: Because I was a frustrated, arrogant fool who thought a high kill count equates respect. Fear is a terrible teacher, Ms. O’Hatherine. Come with me and leave this place. Take a moment. We will contend with the consequences of your actions another time.

She offers her hand to Molly, who looks at it a bit confused, then slowly takes that hand. Ursula walks her to the rental Buick, opens the passenger door and pushes her down into the seat, then enters the driver’s side of the car. Settling in, she cranks it up, pulls out of the parking space and leaves the Arena.
Backstage see the locker room of the Second City Riot Squad. Leah Aguero is seen standing in front of a full length mirror shadow boxing as she prepares herself for her tag match against Bloody Fairytale later tonight. Layla Diaz is sitting down in a chair nearby admiring her new entrance mask that just arrived a few days ago.

Layla Diaz: Yous knows what, Leah? I really like da work dey put in ta da detail on mah new mask. Dis shit is lookin’ pretty fleek, yo.

Leah doesn’t even glance over at Diaz as she continues about her business. You can see she’s getting annoyed with Diaz, though, as she is more concerned about her attire.

Layla Diaz: Did yous hear me, Leah? Dis is straight fire.

Leah stops what she’s doing, finally bothered by Diaz’s incessant need to talk about her new mask.

Leah Aguero: I don’t care about your mask. Who cares about an entrance mask. What the hell is that even anyways? You wear a mask to the ring only to take it off. What’s the point?

Layla Diaz: Yous goes down ta da ring with a bandana ‘round yous face. Wassup wit dat?!

Leah Aguero: You’re talking about a five dollar bandana and… you know what? That’s not the point. You need to get your head out of your ass and get ready. We’re taking on Bloody Fairytale tonight.

Layla Diaz: An we smoked dey asses last time we was in da ring last time

Leah Aguero: I don’t care what happened in our last encounter. This is a new day. We may have walked away with the victory but I’m not satisfied with that. We had the chance to become number one contenders to the Tag Titles but you remember what happens when one gets cocky.

Layla Diaz: Whoa, whoa, whoa. Low blow, Young Blood. I ain’t countin’ no one out jus yet. I jus fuxin wit yous. Dem two wannabe goth bishes fixin ta get thers.

Leah Aguero: Just remember. There’s an agenda for us. We’ve got two wins over tag teams here in NFW. A win tonight gives us a third. We keep making ourselves relevant and when the time comes, we strike.

Layla Diaz: Gurl, da lil fairy bish ain’t even finna be 100 out der. I’ma fixin’ to be like a shark smellin’ blood in da water. Dey shoulda put me in dat Monster’s Ball match ta begin wit. I’da rolled up like BLAT BLAT

Diaz motions like she has a gun pointed down at the ground firing it. Leah just stands there jaw dropped at Diaz’s immaturity.

Layla Diaz: A’ight. I wasn’t finna kill no one. We’da jus brought it southside style, yo. Yous feel me?

Leah Aguero: I feel you but stand down, Diaz. It’s not about going off half cocked. Work smart. Right now everyone is looking at Kwonspiracy like we were nothing more than a flash in the pan. First we failed to secure a shot at the tag titles. Then, at Ascension, we lost both the Monster’s Ball Match and the bid for the World Title.

Layla Diaz: Man, I didn’t lose shit. I actually tink I looked good running down there during dat match.

Leah Aguero: And immediately getting your ass handed to you? Listen, The Kingdom think they are hot shit right now. They think they are untouchable. Meanwhile, Kingdom and Hatchet Clan think we can’t get the job done without numbers. You know what I got to say to that? Fuck that! I trained you to win by any means necessary. That doesn’t mean bringing everyone and their mommas down to the ring. It means, you see an opportunity, you seize it. Don’t second guess. Trust your instincts. We’ve taken down Blood Fairytale before so we know it can be done but no reason to get cocky. There’s a reason when we go out there people boo us. It’s because they ain’t us. Now, do you feel me?

Diaz just smirks and offers her fist up for Leah to pound it. She does and just as it looks like the scene is ready to change, Mighty Jed Coffey appears out of nowhere behind the two. He places an arm around each girl and draws in a deep breath. Leah scoffs as she looks Jed up and down. Barefoot? Check. American Flag pants? Check. No shirt? Check. Sunglasses indoors? Check. Man bun? Interesting choice but check.

Jed Coffey: I know my little beeshes. You missed good old Mighty Jed. You haven’t seen me since this afternoon back at the pad. Well, tonight, we’re about to get a little funky. We’re about to go out there and beat our chests like a couple of gorillas. Can you pound one out for me right now?

Jed pounds on his chest like a gorilla but the other two members of Second City Riot Squad just look on awkwardly. Jed reaches up to his head with both hands, releasing the man bun he’s sporting up top and shakes his hair free. Raising the sunglasses up to his forehead, he leans in closer to Leah and Diaz.

Jed Coffey: Who’s ready to go take down some Schmucks? Because I know I am. Pound me, Beeshes.

Jed puts out his fist between the two. They just smirk before bumping fists with the largest member of the SCRS. He puts his arms around the two as they walk out of the scene.
The camera opens on the inside of a locker room and slowly pans across the wall.

Male Voice: Okay, deep breath.

Female Voice: Ow!

Male Voice: Yeah, that feels like a crack.

The camera focuses on Lilith Meadows sitting in a chair, leaned back as an NFW doctor examines her. She’s still in her street clothes. Around her and the doctor, stand more of the Kingdom. The Doctor’s checking her ribs still as Lilith sits with her nose reset and patched up.

Doctor: I’m gonna highly recommend you don’t go out there tonight.

Lilith Meadows: But Chrissy and me got a tag match!

Doctor: I know you do and I’m sorry but I really don’t recommend it. Maybe one of you could…?

The doctor starts to address the others of The Kingdom but he’s quickly cut off.

Christina Olson: No. I don’t tag with anybody but Lil. She can’t wrestle tonight? I’ve been in this boat before. Y’all motherfuckers watch this shit!

Christina places a kiss on top of Lilith’s head and, already in her ring and entrance gear, storms out of the locker room.

Lilith Meadows: Chrissy, wait!

She tries to get up but the Doctor eases her back into her seat as she winces again. Moe Renhuan takes one of her hands while Lluvia Cane puts a consoling arm around her. Morgan Payne looks like she’s about to boil over until she grabs an empty chair and whips it across the room where it crashes into a wall and the shot cuts back to ringside.
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is scheduled for one fall and…

Roger Arden stops when the referee comes to him and appears to be informing him of something, shrugging all the while.

Roger Arden: ...and it will be a handicap match. Introducing first….

Nick Hanson: Is she really gonna do this?

Matt Salvatore: Behold the fucking Kingdom, Nick!

“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. 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.

Roger Arden: From Asheville, North Carolina, weighing in at 120 pounds. Representing The Kingdom...FIRESTARTER...CHRISTINA...OLSON!!!!!

“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: Being accompanied by Jed Coffey, at a combined weight of 258 pounds. Leah Aguero...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~

Christina is in her corner, a focused, determined, and angry look on her face as Layla and Leah decide who’s going to start the match. Before they can decide though, Christina comes running in, delivering a shotgun dropkick hitting each of them with a leg and sends them out onto the floor. She then climbs up to the top rope and as the two women are gathering themselves, Christina launches and takes both of them down with a crossbody. Chrstina gets up to her feet and grabs the camera and pulls it in close to her.

Christina Olson: Hatchet, I hope you’re watching!

Christina picks Layla up and tosses her into the ring. Christina hops up onto the ring apron and as she goes to use the ropes as a springboard, Leah is there to trip her up, grabbing at her ankles and causing her to hesitate. As she looks back, Leah backs away and that is just enough time for Layla to come in, delivering a basement dropkick to the knees of Christina, causing her to bounce face first off the ring apron. As Christina reels from that, Layla hits the ropes and delivers a suicide dive between the middle and bottom ropes that drives Christina back first into the barricade. Layla takes Christina and rams her face first into the ring apron before rolling her back in and getting into the ring and tagging Leah into the match.

Leah comes in and the two of them pick Christina up and deliver a double suplex before Layla gets out of the ring. Leah picks Christina up and sends her into the ropes. Christina comes off the ropes and as she does, runs right into a boot from Leah that drops her. Leah hooks the leg, but Christina is able to kick out at two. Leah picks Christina up and sends her into their corner. Leah comes charging in, looking for a corner splash, but Christina is able to get her boots up and drive them into Leah, staggering her back. Layla tries to grab Christina, but she’s met with a couple of elbow strikes from Christina who is trying to find a way out of this. She turns around, nailing Layla with a forearm that drops her and as she turns around Leah is there to deliver a running shoulder tackle to her. Leah then grabs Christina and picks her up, looking for a sitout powerbomb, but Christina is able to shift her weight and take Leah down with a headscissors. Christina then gets up, hitting the ropes and as Leah is sitting up, delivers a shining wizard and hooks the leg, only getting a two count.

Christina climbs up to the top rope, looking down at Leah. Leah gets back up to her feet and as she does, Christina launches and delivers a blockbuster to her before climbing to the top rope again and this time hitting The Fire Starter! The crowd cheers as she hooks the leg, but Layla comes in at the last second, breaking up the pin as she stomps away at Christina for a moment before the ref gets her out of the ring. Christina rolls to the ropes and uses them to help her get to her feet. She goes to pick Leah up, but Leah shoves her off and staggers back, with Layla tagging herself into the match now. Layla comes in and Christina goes for a forearm, but Layla blocks it and leaps, delivering a tilt-a-whirl headscissors. She then picks Christina up and she delivers the CT-Knee that drops Christina to the mat. She doesn’t stop there though as she tags Leah back into the match. Leah comes in and the two of them pick Christina up and up onto Leah’s shoulders before Layla climbs to the top rope and the two of them hit Dead to Rights and Leah hooks the leg and picks up the win.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, Layla Diaz and Leah Aguero, The Second City Riot Squad!

Nick Hanson: Christina put up one hell of a fight tonight on her own, but she’s no match for a great tag team like Second City Riot Squad.

Matt Salvatore: Christina is too hard headed to want to get help from the Kingdom. She didn’t have to do this alone tonight, and that cost her.

As Leah and Layla celebrate with Jed in the ring, Collision goes to commercial.



When we come back from commercial, Christina is still in the ring, holding her neck and back as she leans in the corner, breathing heavily and with a microphone in her hands. She looks around at the crowd who are acknowledging her courage and guts to come out here and willingly have a handicap match and she nods before raising the microphone to her mouth.

Christina Olson: Molly… I hope your proud… I hope you’re happy about tonight. Shit, that move hurts a lot.

Christina rubs her neck for a moment before regaining her composure and on wobbly legs walks out of the corner to the center of the ring, wincing in pain as she grabs her back.

Christina Olson: I know you’re nothing but sore loser after tonight, Molly……...What you did to Lil proves the fact that you can’t accept your team was the one pinned at Ascension……..I know you’re no better than what you claim us in The Kingdom to be.

Christina stops to catch her breath again as she motions for the camera to zoom in on her face.

Christina Olson: But I’m gonna say this first, Morg, Lluv, Moe, Jas, Sativa, stay the f*** out of this. This ain’t Kingdom business…. After tonight, this is Bloody Fairytale business and next week, I’m comin to collect. Hatchet, you little c***, next week, me and you, one on one, and I’ll make sure I send you right back to the hospital where you F*****g belong, understood?

And with that, Christina drops the microphone and rolls out of the ring as “Firestarter” begins to play.
We cut backstage to an area not that far from the gorilla position, where the members of Onslaught can be seen in their ring gear, warming up before their match. As Ian limbers up, he glances toward his girlfriend, who is stretching out her legs.

Ian: Ready to go, Eb?

Ebony stands up, looking Ian in the eyes as he interlocks his fingers, then straightens his arms with his palms facing outward. Her eyebrow arches slightly as she hears the cracking of his knuckles.

Ebony: Ready to tear into Cass and the latest “white knight” to come riding to her “rescue”? You better believe it...

The look on Ebony’s face betrays the enthusiasm in her voice, which Ian picks up on. He reaches out toward her downturned face, lifting it up with his finger under her chin.

Ian: Something wrong?

Ebony shakes her head as her eyes narrow.

Ebony: Nothing’s wrong, per se, but...

She looks at Ian in mild disbelief as a disgusted sneer crosses her face.

Ebony: I’m just sick of the hypocrisy, you know? I mean, for the most part, we stay out of people’s business when it doesn’t really concern us, and the only time we deal with anyone is when they’ve already messed with us.

Ian: Right...

Ebony: And yet when we finally stand up for ourselves after someone does us dirty, WE’RE get treated like the bad guys. What the fuck is that?

Ian says nothing, only shaking his head.

Ebony: Cass walks around, acting like the victim one week, rallying anyone that will listen to her side, and then the next week, she’s kissing our asses, like she expects us to act like she’s never done anything wrong to begin with.

Ian scoffs, one hand resting on his hip as he runs the other through his hair.

Ian: And then there’s Malcovich… to think there was a time when I thought he was one of the ones that wasn’t a total asshat.

Ebony nods her head and sighs.

Ebony: Didn’t realize that holding someone’s kid meant they could never do wrong in that person’s eyes, but whatever. If he wants to buy into her bullshit, then any respect I had for him goes right out the window….

Ian: It does seem like a sort of betrayal, doesn’t it?

Ebony shakes her head again, smirking at Ian as if to say “As if!”

Ebony: Betrayal… that implies that there was any trust to begin with. I just thought he was kinda cool, until he proved me wrong, of course.

Ian chuckles, hearing the mild disappointment in her voice.

Ian: Why do you think I have such a hard time letting people in?

Ebony looks at him, a somewhat indignant expression on her face.

Ebony: HEY!

She pouts, balling up her fists and putting them on her hips in a huff. Ian holds his hands up in an apologetic gesture.

Ian: Hold on… you’re one of the VERY few exceptions to that rule.

Ebony’s expression softens as she crosses her arms.

Ebony: Hmph… good save. But still, tonight isn’t about who’s cool and who’s a slimy piece of shit. It’s about which team is going to kick the other team’s asses all over the Collision Center.

Once again, her eyes narrow, but this time, they bear the gleam of determination. Ian gets a wicked grin on his face as he punches one hand into the palm of the other and nods his head.

Ian: And we both know which team that’s gonna be. I don’t give a single fuck about how many buckets Malcovich has bled or how much “deathmatch training” Baumer has gone through. Both of them are going pay for what they’ve done, and the only currency i’m interested in is suffering...

The last few words to leave Ian’s lips bring a broad smile to Ebony’s face as her eyes open wide. She lets out a quiet giggle, then bites her bottom lip.

Ebony: Ian, you know I love it when you talk like that….

She walks her fingers up his chest, but he gently takes hold of her hand and steps back.

Ian: Hold that thought until AFTER we smear those fuckers all over the arena...

Ebony lets out a disappointed scoff, but soon smiles again.

Ebony: Oh, you’re no fun. But it does provide some interesting motivation….

Ian smiles, then kisses the top of her hand.

Ian: That’s my scream queen….

Ebony tilts her head toward the gorilla position, then returns Ian’s smile with one of her own.

Ebony: Well, then, my King… shall we?

Ian makes a sweeping gesture with his left hand, indicating that Ebony should lead the way. She obliges, with Ian trailing behind her.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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: Introducing first, from Calabasas, California, 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.

Roger Arden: This is….DIAMOND...LASH...DONOHUUUUUUE!!!!

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. 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 his opponent.

Roger Arden: His opponent….

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

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

~DING DING DING~

Vanita and Lash are in the ring and immediately, the two of them lock up and Vanita is able to go behind Lash. She puts him into a waist lock, but Lash is able to reverse out of it into a headlock of his own. Vanita backs into the ropes, pushing Lash off of her. Lash hits the ropes and as he comes off, delivers a shoulder tackle to Vanita that drops her to the mat. Lash then follows up with a leg drop across Vanita’s throat. Lash then picks her up, sending her into the corner. Lash gets a running start and delivers a corner splash before grabbing Vanita and going for a running bulldog, but Vanita pushes him off of her. Lash hits the mat and as he does, Vanita comes out of the corner and delivers a big kick to the back of Lash who arches his back in pain. Vanita continues, hitting the ropes and delivering a knee right to the side of Lash’s head. Vanita picks him up and sends him into the corner. Vanita charges in and delivers a spear to Lash in the corner before coming out and and just beginning to deliver kicks and punches to Lash. The ref starts his count and at the count of four, he gets in between Lash and Vanita and tells her to break it up. Vanita looks at the ref and brushes past him and goes right back to punishing Lash in the corner.

The ref once again steps in and forces Vanita back away from Lash. Vanita yells at the ref before brushing past them again and this time grabbing Lash and delivering a Belly to belly suplex to Lash. She then grabs Lash by the arm and locks in an armbar. Lash screams out, but is able to quickly scramble to the corner. The ref begins his five count once again and at the count of four, Vanita takes Lash’s arm and pulls back on it as hard as she can before releases the hold. Lash rolls out of the ring, holding onto his arm. Vanita rolls out of the ring, getting a running start before delivering a clothesline to Lash that drops him to the floor. Vanita picks Lash up and looks to send him into the ring post, but Lash is able to reverse it and Vanita’s head bounces off the post before Lash grabs her and rolls her back into the ring. Lash slides into the ring, grabbing Vanita and bring her to her feet. He takes her and sends her into the corner. Lash charges in, this time hitting the corner splash before kicking out Vanita’s legs and backing up once again. Lash gets a running start and goes for a somersault senton in the corner, but Vanita is able to roll out of the way, causing him to crash into the turnbuckles.

Vanita grabs Lash, picking him up and hitting him with The Vain Mirror. She doesn’t stop there though, she backs up and waits for Lash to make it to his feet. As soon as he does, she delivers The Vain Shot to Lash. She still doesn’t go for the cover though as the crowd now starts to boo her a little bit. Vanita picks Lash up and delivers The Vain Halo to him. She still doesn’t cover him though. Instead, she grabs Lash, picking him up to his feet and delivers one final Vain Shot to him before covering him to get the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! VANITA...THOMPSON!!!!

Nick Hanson: Perhaps a new leaf turned over for Vanita Thompson and, in my opinion, not everybody has one.

Matt Salvatore: Opinions and assholes, Nick. They’re both the same. At least your case. Personally, I don’t mind seeing a little change of attitude in the Vain One. Sometimes, you’ve gotta be more assertive.

As we come back from commercial, there’s a woman standing in the ring. She’s definitely on the small and petite side. She has on a black, leather skirt, a purple corset, fishnets down her arms and fishnet stockings with a pair of plack, knee high heeled boots. She has her black hair down and it comes down to her shoulder blades. The camera zooms in on her as she stands there, smugly, but with a smile on her face.

Matt Salvatore: Who is this woman in the ring?

Nick Hanson: I think that’s Jennifer Drew, she just signed with us on a managerial contract if I’m not mistaken.

The woman brings the microphone up to her mouth and begins to speak.

Woman: In case all of you don’t know who I am or why I’m here yet, let me introduce myself to you. My name is Jenn Drew and I’m here in New Frontier Wrestling to scout and look for the next crop of young, up and coming talent.

Jenn stops for a moment and looks around at the crowd, smiling a little bit before she continues on.

Jenn Drew: Now, I’m sure some of you know that I used to be a wrestler and that I have a little bit of a troubled past, but all of that is behind. What isn’t behind me though is my ability to pull on the strings of anybody that dares step up to me, but I’m not here for me, no. I’m here to scout, I’m here to discover, and most importantly, I’m here to mold people. I’m not going to take on an advisory role to just anybody though. You need to impress me, show me that you’re worth my time.

Jenn turns and faces the entrance area and nods her head, just looking forward.

Jenn Drew: If any of you back there want the experience and knowledge of a woman who has held multiple titles in companies I have worked for, show me why you deserve it, why you should become the apprentice to The Puppet Mistress. And if I do find you worthy, don’t make me regret it.

And with that, Jenn drops the microphone and steps under the middle rope and walks down the steps and back up the ramp before exiting behind the curtain as the music for the next match starts.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age burst through the crackling arena speakers, the crowd stand to their feet in anticipation! Yellow spotlights beam on the entryway, a subtle wispy smoke in the air while the camera lowers its sight to reveal Cass Baumer with a small lighter directly in the path of the hairspray valve at an upward angle. With the open flame in sight, she pushes the button at the top of the aerosol container and lights the stream on fire to activates the makeshift flamethrower with an unmistakably proud grin! The NFW crowd cheers wildly at the display, even while the controversial Kiwi waves the flames back and forth in the air above them. Once she lets go of the button, The Headliner starts to strut down the aisle in her cropped purple leather jacket with the weapons still in hand. She turns and starts to walk backward, showing off the massive white "Run Cass" emblem at the back of the distressed outerwear.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Karori, Wellington, New Zealand! Weighing in at 141 pounds! The Headliner...CASS...BAUMER!!!

"Smooth Sailing" continues while Baumer lets out another smirk over her shoulder. Flippantly spinning once again to face the ring with her arms extended, she stops at the steel steps to set down the hairspray before she climbs into the ring. The palpable reaction of the audience grows as she raises the lit lighter to the rafters with pride while mounted on the ropes. Cass stomps off the perch and observes the sights around her.

Roger Arden: And, her tag team partner….

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.

Roger Arden: And...their opponents…

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

Roger Arden: At a combined weight of 375 pounds. Ebony Arceri...AND...Ian Dickenson. They are...ONSLAUGHT!!!

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

~DING DING DING~

The Onslaught of Ebony Arceri and Ian Dickenson stand across the way from the team of Cass Baumer and Eddie Malkovich. After a little deliberation, It was decided that Ebony and Cass would start things off for their perspective teams! With the Ding of the Timekeeper's Bell, the fight begins! Cass keeps her distance at first, dodging around Ebony's grapple attempts, ducking and weaving through her arms with surprising ease! Spinning backfist ducked and slide in and Uranagi Suplex! She follows up with a springboard pointed elbow drop to the chest and pin, getting only a 1.5 count. Both roll apart and Ebony comes at Cass with a vengeance. This time, however, Cass isn't as quick on the dodge, eating a few hard rights and a roundhouse kick that sends her staggering back into her corner! Eddie tags her shoulder and slips into the ring as Ebony jumps to tag in Ian!

Ian ducks a running clothesline from Eddie, peppering with a few hard rights and a left followed by a whip into the ropes! Catching Eddie in his arms he plants him with a pop up powerbomb, only getting a 1.5 as Cass rushes in to kick Ian off of him! Ebony blitzes across the ring and she and Cass have a brawl while Eddie and Ian get to their feet. Both teams engage in a wild brawl in the ring that goes completely off the rails the referee doing his best to corral both illegal competitors! Ebony gets backed into the ropes as Cass hits her with a variation of FLY BY NIGHT that sends her and Ebony through the middle rope to the outside! Meanwhile Eddie and Ian are trading shots with Eddie slowly losing the exchange as he gets snockered by a hard right cross.

Ian takes Eddie and hurls him into a corner. He then runs straight at him only for Eddie to burst fourth with a Muay Thai Knee to the man's chest, leaving the bigger foe staggered! Eddie unloads with hard high and low martial arts kicks, taking advantage of his winded foe for a moment before finishing him with a devastating CLOTHESLINE FROM HELL!!! He goes for the pin EBONY ARCERI WITH THE CANNONBALL SENTON ACROSS EDDIE'S BACK BREAKS UP THE PIN!!!!

As Ebony gets to her feet with a triumphant smirk, leaning against the ropes, suddenly Cass runs up the steps onto the apron and catches her with a neck snap off the top rope! Ebony stumbles right into THE PENANCE STARE!!! She snaps back and falls to the canvas, rolling right to the outside! Cass gets on the apron and holds her arm out to Eddie as Ian starts to rise. Eddie shrugs and moves into tag Cass in! She hops in and Eddie hoists her up over his head. Ian's to his feet and turns just as Eddie tosses her towards him to deliver an assisted aerial variation of her infamous BLEEDING EDGE KICK!!! Ian goes down and Cass pumps her fists to the crowd before locking in THE TANGLED WEB ON IAN DICKENSON!!!

Just as it seems Ian's about to tap out, a battered Ebony manages to slide under the ropes unexpectedly to break the submission hold up with a double axe handle! She then turns and rushes straight at Eddie half through the ropes and hits a hard running knee straight to his head that sends him falling off the apron to the floor. She turns just as Ian has Cass up on his shoulders! Vaulting to the top rope, she leaps off and together they hit THE HELL SCREAM!!! On impact, Ian hooks Cass's leg for the pin while Ebony keeps Eddie from entering the ring! 1-2-3!!!!

*DING DING DING!*

Roger Arden: Here are your winners! ONSLAUGHT!!!!

Nick Hanson: Could be considered the first bit of payback for Ian Dickenson against Cass Baumer!

Matt Salvatore: Maybe so! Who knows if this is over, though?

Immediately following the match, the camera cuts backstage where we find Moe Renhuan of The Kingdom walking leisurely through the halls, checking door labels in the locker room area. When she appears to find the one she’s looking for, she stops and knocks politely. We hear a muffled “it’s open” from inside and Moe walks right in. The camera follows the Neon Samurai inside the locker room where we see Cherry Addams sitting in a chair, leaned over with her cell phone in hand. Cherry lifts her head as Moe greets her in a sing song voice.

Moe Renhuan: Cherry! Nǐ hǎo ma!

Cherry Addams: What the fu---?!

Nick Hanson: Whoa!!!! Hey!!

Cherry doesn’t get the last word out of her mouth before Moe Renhuan lunges forward and straight boots her in the face, knocking her out of the chair! Cherry immediately starts getting up but when she’s just about to straighten her stance, Moe grabs the chair she was sitting in and SMASHES it across her back, knocking Cherry back down to the floor again. She hits her with it again before snapping the chair closed and lays into her with it proper. After two hits, Moe tosses the chair and leans down to pick Cherry up by the hair.

Matt Salvatore: Moe Renhuan’s...she...what the hell?!

Moe Renhuan: Nǐ tā mā de jìnǚ…. Get your ass up!

As soon as she’s got her up, Moe runs Cherry across the floor and smack dab right into the set of lockers. With a loud, metallic crash, they tip over with Cherry rolling across the top and only then does Moe back towards the door and point in Cherry’s direction as security staff come rushing in, having heard the commotion. They see Cherry writhing on the floor and run to her.

Moe Renhuan: Both you and her… Behold The Kingdom.

Moe turns and walks out of the locker room just as leisurely as she walked in.

Nick Hanson: What in the HELL has gotten into Moe?!

Matt Salvatore: Oh we know damn well why she did this, Nick. Loyalty!

The shot cuts back to ringside for the next match.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

Massface's "Black Water" Aiden comes flying out from the back high fiving fans, he runs to the ring and starts walking up the steps before stopping and raising a fist in the air. He moves to the apron and climbs to the top rope raising his fist in the air again turning it to the metal horns before grabbing the top rope and cartwheeling into the ring

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia! Weighing in at 220 pounds. The Australian Wolf...AIDEN...REYNOLDS!!!!

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


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


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


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


Roger Arden: His opponent! From Santa Monica, California! Weighing in at 113 pounds! The Semper Fairy...DANNI...ANDERSON!!!!!

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


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

~DING DING DING~

As always, Danni Anderson is all energy from the moment the bell rang. She starts things off with striking Terry Bogard from Fatal Fury’s signature pose and telling Aiden Reynolds to “Get Ready!” Aiden just smirks some out of amusement and the two meet in the ring, squaring up and circling in the center. As soon as the two lock up, Aiden twists Danni’s arm up in an arm wrench and physically directs her around the ring at first but Danni manages to roll back and forth to loosen the tension on her shoulder before springing up off of the ropes and using every single ounce of her weight to toss Aiden over into a springboard armdrag. The fans applaud as both competitors come up onto their feet and stare each other down. Danni wears her bright smile. Aiden looks a little impressed. He nods to Danni and the two come in and lockup again. Aiden catches Danni again, this time a wristlock but Danni maneuvers her way out of it with her lucha libre discipline while chipping away at Aiden with Rabbit Punches and side kicks. Danni manages to hit her Shotei Palm Strike followed by a beautiful Standing Moonsault for a near cover but the Australian Wolf powers out of it. Danni puts her speed and agility to use while Aiden tries to get his hands on her but at first she’s too quick until she catches him with an Enziguri but as she runs in off the ropes to follow up, Aiden turns the tables with a Pendulum Backbreaker and stops her momentum dead in its tracks.

Aiden follows up things with a run off the ropes into a Somersault Senton for his own near cover. Aiden goes right to work on Danni, dominating the next part of the match with suplexes, stiff strikes and a backdrop driver to keep his agile opponent too woozy to take to the air again. As much as Aiden tries to keep Danni down, however, that Anderson Stubborness as it’s sometimes referred to keeps the Semper Fairy coming back and refusing to stay down. She continuously keeps attempting to get the advantage back, such as the point where she manages to slow down an Irish Whip into the ropes so she can hit the Flower Hurricane out of nowhere! As Aiden comes out of the Hurricanrana, however, he rolls up onto his feet and catches Danni when she comes in behind him with a Pele Kick! Danni eats all of it and rolls out of the ring, needing a quick breather against the high energy Australian Wolf she’s up against. She gets just enough time to gather her thoughts before Aiden comes charging in and through the ropes with a Suicide Dive. Impressively, Danni dives forward, sliding into the ring under the bottom rope as Aiden ends up crashing into the barricade. It takes both of them some time to get their feet and the referee starts counting for Aiden to get back into the ring. As he does, Danni climbs the top turnbuckle and at about 17 on the ref’s count, the Australian Wolf makes it up to his feet and the Semper Fairy comes plummeting down with a Torpedo Plancha and an audible “WEEEEEEEEEE” as she crashes down onto Aiden. Both superstars go down to the floor but make it back into the ring at about 13 and 14 of the ref’s count.

Danni presses the advantage as she and Aiden get to their feet but Aiden turns things back around with a counter hiptoss neckbreaker. As Danni starts pushing herself up to her knees, Aiden comes running off the ropes! Gonna go for the Golden Fla--BIG BADA BOOM! Counter from Danni as she springs up with her own signature to keep herself alive in the match! Danni runs in for something to follow up but Aiden catches her! STO BACKBREAKER!!! Danni hits the mat hard and Aiden stumbles back into the turnbuckle, panting heavily. He sees his opportunity and calls for it! Makes the climb to the top turnbuckle. Woos the ladies a bit with a little flex action. He goes for it! GC SPLA--DANNI GETS THE KNEES UP! Aiden crashes midsection first onto the raised knees of his opponent. Danni rolls away and makes it to her feet, still holding her back and grimacing in pain. She waits for Aiden to make it up before running in aaaaand OVER THE RAINBOW!!! Aiden bounces off of the turnbuckle and falls to the mat. Danni hurriedly scrambles to make it to the top turnbuckle. She takes a little time but not too long. Long enough for a quick “OOH RAH” before taking a leap of faith foooooor A.D.H.D!!!! Cover for the win! 1! 2! 3!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! DANNI...ANDERSON!!!!

Nick Hanson: Big win for Danni Anderson and a fantastic performance from both competitors!

Matt Salvatore: I really thought Aiden Reynolds had this one but the Semper Fairy dug deep and pulled out a win! Ooh-rah!


The intro to "Voodoo" by Nyxx fills the arena as Sativa Nevaeh steps out from the back, her hair still dyed black. She is wearing a pair of shorts, Converse, a Behold the Kingdom shirt, and has the NFW World Heavyweight Title slung over her shoulder. She stands at the entrance for a moment soaking in the surprising, mixed reaction the limited crowd is giving her. She then heads down to the ring and climbs the steps and enters. She gets a mic from one of the ringside crew.

Sativa Nevaeh: Well, well, well, here we are. One week removed from Ascension and what would you know. I’m STILL the NFW World Heavyweight Champion.

Sativa lowers the mic as the crowd cheers the main event match from Ascension.

Sativa Nevaeh: Lara tried everything she could. She tried to cheat. She had her little ragtag group of buddies come help. Yet through it all, I stood tall. I took her shot with a roll of quarters in her fist. I fought off the entirety of the Kwonspiracy. I dropped her on her face with my mentor and trainer’s move and proved, YET AGAIN, why I am the pinnacle of Collision.

Sativa pauses again for another mixed reaction.

Sativa Nevaeh: Not one single soul has been able to topple me from my perch. It’s been almost a year since I won this title. A year in which so many people said they were gonna be the one to dethrone me. I am a week away from breaking Adrianna’s record for longest title reign. I am five and a half weeks from breaking one full year. One year without so much as a sweat being broken defending MY Title.

This causes the crowd to revert to their usual hatred for the Champion.

Sativa Nevaeh: Brody and Calaway should rename this the Sativa Nevaeh Championship. I have defined what it means to be a champion. I have shown why Collision is the best show for NFW.

More hatred is thrown at Sativa as she pauses with a smirk.

Sativa Nevaeh: Seeing as what yesterday was, there is a line from one of the best movie villains ever that fits me. “I have brought peace and prosperity to my Empire.”

That smirk never left Sativa’s lips as she rambled off the modified line from Revenge of the Sith, the crowd continuing to show their displeasure of her.

Sativa Nevaeh: As I sit on my throne and watch the rabble bicker and squabble about who they think is best I both laugh and lament. I laugh because they all think that they are the best, when in reality none of them could do what I have done. I lament because, as the old saying goes, it is lonely at the top.

Sativa pauses and paces around the ring for a moment.

Sativa Nevaeh: I came into this company practically at the top. I set my sights on the then champion. I called them out, beat them to earn my shot. Then, FUCKING THEN, everyone and their fucking mother had to stick their fucking nose in my business. My first Pay-Per-View match in NFW was a co-main event for a top title. A title I still fucking hold. Who else on the roster can say that?

She pauses for the rhetorical question.

Sativa Nevaeh: Fucking NO ONE! That’s fucking who. In the last year, I alone have defined this company. I have been the measuring stick. I set the bar. And the bar I set is fucking higher than I am! No one will ever be able to do what I do. No one will be able to beat the records I have set. No one. NO FUCKING ONE! Sex and Violence tried their shit and got put down like the dogs they are. The boss’s daughter tried her hand at things and was sent packing. Kwonspiracy tried to come in and take over and look what happened to them. They fell to the Kingdom like so much wheat before the scythe.

Sativa stands in the center of the ring. She adjusts the title on her shoulder.

Sativa Nevaeh: You can all take your potshots. You can get lucky and win a paltry random match. But when it comes to the big times. When it's not a battle but the war ending fight, myself, and the Kingdom, ALWAYS rise to the occasion. We ALWAYS come out on top. Because that is who we are. To borrow a line from a former wrestler some of you might know…

Sativa pauses and smirks.

Sativa Nevaeh: We’re simply better than you.

She flips the mic and lets it fall to the mat with a thud. “Voodoo” kicks up once again as the crowd rains hate down on the Champion. She simply smiles and exits the ring heading backstage.
Roger Arden: The following contest is your main event, scheduled for one fall and is No Holds Barred, Falls Count Anywhere!

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: Introducing first, from Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico, weighing in at 244 pounds. TREN…”TRAIN WRECK”...DESCARRILADO!

The arena lights dim and fog fills the entrance area and a spotlight lands on the entrance. The hauntingly eerie intro to “Richard Ramirez” by SKYND fills the arena.

When the evening comes and the temperature cools
You open your window
Oh, Jenny, you fool
Why waste a breath if you won‘t understand
Hell...
I‘ll see you in Disneyland

Eric Lee steps out from the back along with Charlie Grace. He glares out at the crowd as they boo him loudly as they walk to the ring.

Liars lie and haters hate
Player plays and fate is fate
The fact remains that's how it is
First the crack and then the wiz

He looks around as if listening to someone or something instructing him. He slides into the ring and crawls to the center. Charlie quickly climbs the steps and enters the ring. She respectfully stands to the side, letting the full attention of the crowd and cameras be on her client.

Roger Arden: His opponent! Accompanied by Charlie Grace! From Los Angeles, California, weighing in at 180 pounds. He is The UltraViolent God...ERIC...LEE!!!!

Take life itself it’s in your hands
I‘ll have my way you know who I am
Wiggle and squirm turn white and stop
Your fear will chase with every drop

Liars lie and haters hate
Player plays and fate is fate
The fact remains that's how it is
First the crack and then the wiz

Ssssh, be quiet
Hush he said
The demon is alive
The demon wants you dead

He gets on his knees and looks straight ahead with eerie calm. He then crawls over to his corner and sits there leaning back against the turnbuckles. Charlie then exits the ring and takes up her place on the outside, in Eric’s corner.

~DING DING DING~

The referee calls for the bell, and immediately Tren Descarrilado and Eric Lee approach one another, both men putting their foreheads together Tren starts talking some mad shit to Eric Eric just stands there, saying nothing.. The eerie part is they’re both grinning like children at Christmas time, knowing exactly what they’re in for with this match. Eric Lee strikes first, headbutting Descarrilado, who takes a step back before throwing a headbutt of his own! It’s obvious there isn’t going to be much in the way of defensive wrestling as both men begin to fight. Tren throws a hook which connects solidly with Eric’s jaw, but Lee turns around and nails Descarrilado in the chin with a hard elbow! These shots are exchanged for a bit, the crowd getting caught up in the match with each shot! Lee finally gets some space when he kicks the inside of Descarrilado’s knee, which causes the big man to stumble, and the UltraViolent God shoots in now, clinching with the Train Wreck to begin hammering the clown painted monster with knees to the ribs. Tren muscles out, shoving Eric Lee back before charging forward, throwing a monstrous lariat into his opponent, the momentum sending them both tumbling out and onto the floor.

Tren immediately rolls off of Eric, moving over to his own corner to retrieve Lola to the delight of the more bloodthirsty members of the audience. He turns to make his way back, only to take an overhead chairshot from Lee, who’d followed him over! Tren staggers back, his forehead split now, blood beginning to mix with the paint on his face. He’s laughing, baring his teeth, as he swings Lola downward at Eric’s head! Eric moves his head to the side, nearly avoiding the blow, but the barbed wire bat makes contact with Lee’s shoulder with a thud, and Tren yanks it back out flat across the flesh, tearing his opponent open. Both men are bleeding now as they exchange shots with their weapons of choice, neither one willing to go down as the swings get harder and that much more brutal. Eric gets the chair up eventually, blocking Tren’s swing, and knocking the bat aside before nailing Descarrilado in the stomach with the edge. Tren coughs, a bit of blood mixed with the spittle as he drops to his knees, though he’s still laughing. Eric Lee climbs into the ring, making his way to the corner and climbing the turnbuckle, but Tren is quick, sliding back into the ring and stepping into the corner, grabbing Eric by the crotch, lifting him up with one hand before driving him down to the mat. Tren pulls Lee out of the corner, rolling him onto his stomach and getting into the camel clutch position with Lola in one hand, hooking Eric’s arms over his knees before dragging the barbed wire bat across his opponents forehead, bringing forth the blood to match the crimson mask he wears himself.

Tren gets up, tossing Lola aside before rolling out of the ring. He steps around Charlie Grace, paying her no heed, before tossing the apron up. He reaches underneath the ring, dragging out a coil of barbed wire. He stands, looking up just in time to see Lee come off the top rope, leveling Descarrilado with a picturesque Shooting Star Press! Both men go down in a heap, the crowd cheering wildly for the carnage. Eric Lee gets up, a malicious grin on his face as he reaches into the ring, taking Lola in his hands before turning back to his opponent as Tren gets to his feet. CRACK. The head of the bat catches Tren in the side of the head, causing the big man to crumple again, before Eric brings the bat down across his opponents shoulders one, two, three times! Eric tosses the bat aside, grabbing Descarrilado by the hair and hauling him to his feet. Both men are now covered in blood, and it’s indistinguishable who’s blood is who’s. Eric boots Tren in the gut, reaching in and hooking the Train Wreck before lifting him up and driving him down with WHISPERS IN THE DARK!!! The referee comes over to count, but Eric waves him off, hauling his dazed opponent to his feet before German Suplexing the big man into the barricade! The corner of the barricade buckles and collapses under their combined weight, causing them to spill into the audience. Lee gets back up, going back to grab the coil of barbed wire, running a broom handle through the center. Tren is on his hands and knees now, and Eric uses the coil like a rolling bin across Tren’s back, shredding the shirt the bigger man is wearing and drawing blood there too! Tren throws an elbow into Lee’s knee, causing Eric to stumble, and Descarrilado gets to his feet, an ugly snarl on his face.

Back to throwing hands at one another, no concept of self preservation left in either of these monsters as they fight through the stands, and up onto the second level of the arena. Eric hits another German suplex on Tren, the big man rolling down the aisle along the balcony, throwing a hand out to catch the guard rail. Lee has the barbed wire again, and this time he swings it at his opponent, but Descarrilado moves, the coil hitting the guard rail. Tren brings a massive boot down on the broom handle, snapping it in half, before looking up to Eric and throwing a huge left hook into the man’s temple, dazing him. Descarrilado hooks Lee up and END OF THE LINE!!! Lee crumples but Tren doesn’t give him a break, dragging him to his feet and resting him against the guard rail before taking the coil and unspooling it, wrapping the strands around the UltraViolent God’s torso, forearms, and thighs, trapping him in place against the rail. Descarrilado lets out a loud roar, charging forward and lowering his shoulder to spear Lee against the railing, but the metal gives out, sending both men flying off the balcony and down into the equipment area! The combined weight of Descarrilado, Lee, and the twisted metal underneath the men landing on the electrical equipment and pyro storage causes a chain reaction as a shower of sparks shoots into the air, the crackling sound closely followed by a muted WHUMPF as the leftover pyro ignites underneath them, sending out a shockwave that brings knocks over the referee!

Neither man has moved as the referee gets to his feet, running over to check on the competitors. Medical staff is already making their way down the ramp and to the equipment storage area as the referee gets down on his knees and counts the three! The camera finally catches up to show Descarrilado lying on top of Eric Lee, both men unconscious as the referee calls for the bell and the medics swarm the talent, Charlie Grace standing at the edge of the carnage.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! TREN…”TRAIN WRECK”...DESCARRILADO!!!!

Nick Hanson: My god, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: That was awesome, Nick! Too bad we’re out of time!

Nick Hanson: We apologize folks! We’re gonna need to get some help out here! We’ll see you next week!