NFW Collision #75 - Chicago, IL! 05/12/2020!

As the camera searches high and low for action, there’s a visual of Danielle Anderson and her daughter approaching the General Manager’s office. As they get closer, Leina suddenly stops. Her mother is confused but she stops as well, leaning down with her hands on her knees.

Danni Anderson (✿◕o◕) What’s up, Li?

Leina Rael-Anderson (◕ω◕♥) You can go to your locker room now. I’ve got this.

The Pink Sugarplum Fairy is surprised to hear this. Leina gives her a certain look, and with a soft giggle, Danielle walks around a corner and disappears. From inside of her jacket, the Little Masked Lady pulls out a Nerf Rival blaster, Knockout XX-100 model, and cautiously approaches the door. Of course, without her notice, Danielle glances around the corner -- if only to make sure her mischievous daughter is okay. Leina reaches her free hand out, places it on the doorknob, and turns it. With a little authority, she kicks the door open and aims the blaster.

Leina Rael-Anderson (◕△◕♥) AH -- huh? Lu’s not here…

The camera pans back, in more of a funny dramatic manner, and stepping into frame behind Leina, out of a room across from the office, Luthor Callaway appears. But it’s not just the General Manager making himself known to the camera. He, too, is armed; holding a Nerf Elite Titan CS-50. There’s a howl of laughter from the audience watching this on the tron.

Luthor Callaway: Evenin’ Lei!

He doesn’t shoot...yet. The General Manager just stands there in his usual jeans, NFW brand t-shirt, and his leather jacket. Of course, holding the massive toy weapon, he looks more like something out of a Terminator movie rather than the head of a wrestling show. The sight makes Danielle giggle softly, still keeping herself out of her daughter’s view. Leina turns around to face Luthor, and upon seeing his Nerf gun, she grins.

Leina Rael-Anderson (◕v◕♥) Heyyy! I didn’t know you were a Nerf fan!

Honestly, she’s surprised that he didn’t blast her! Luthor keeps the colorful toy gun trained on Leina, grinning at the corner of his mouth.

Luthor Callaway: Kinda, sorta. Actually, I went and picked this up as a gift for a certain cool little girl but I know she’s a mischievous little thing so I thought: “better safe than sorry.”

The crowd chuckles again as Luthor raises an eyebrow.

Luthor Callaway: So then...peace?

Of course, he’s still gonna give the toy to her. That much is obvious, but he’s still gonna enjoy teasing her. Her eyes sparkle when he mentions it’s a gift. She holds her Nerf Rival at her side and lifts her green and purple silly mask up to offer him a grin.

Leina Rael-Anderson (≧◡≦♥) We can call it a truce if we can shoot other people!

Hearing this, Danielle believes it’s wiser to retreat to her locker room before they decide to ambush her. Luthor’s smirk returns as he lowers the muzzle of the Nerf launcher from being directed towards Leina.

Luthor Callaway: Might be dangerous territory in my position, but you know what? I got an idea!

Luthor approaches, offering the massive toy which looks like it’s about half Leina’s size to her. Once she takes it, he steps past her and into his office, grabbing something behind his desk. What does he...oh...dear...god, he’s got a full box of extra ammunition to the already fully loaded Nerf Titan.

Luthor Callaway: I’ll load the drums, you do the dirty work.

The little lady is beyond excited about this, bouncing up and down with a giggle fit.

Leina Rael-Anderson ヽ(^◇^♥)/ LET’S GO!

Excitedly, she fixes her silly mask back over her face. She hands over the Knockout XX-100 before hoisting the Elite Titan with both hands. Luthor and Leina make their way down the hall of locker rooms. They come across an open door, and without looking at the nameplate, Leina pulls the trigger and unleashes a series of Nerf darts -- at Molly Hatchet! Behind Leina, Luthor just presses back against the wall and keeps quiet. More like...he’s struggling not to laugh. Snickering, Leina’s quick to move along with her friend following after her.

Molly Hatchet: What the fawk…?

The camera stays on her momentarily as she pulls off one of the Nerf darts from her face. She’s confused and surprised all at once. Then the camera pursues Luthor and Leina as they move on towards the next open door. Luthor hangs back behind Leina, almost as if - hilariously enough - taking second command to the 8-year-old. When her Nerf Titan clicks empty, the General Manager’s already got a loaded drum ready, handing it out to Leina.

Luthor Callaway: Reload!

She takes the time to load the drum into the Elite Titan, able to figure out the mechanics with the simplest of ease, and soon they make their way to the next open door. With Luthor hiding behind another wall, Leina stands in the doorway, takes aim and fires -- upon Lluvia Cane and Lilith Meadows of the Kingdom!

Leina Rael-Anderson (◠ω◠♥) It’s Nerf or nothin’!

Luthor looks directly at the camera and points towards Leina, still keeping quiet but the camera picks his voice up in a low whisper.

Luthor Callaway: Next Nerf commercial star, right here!

Lilith shrieks as she's hit with several darts, one in particular to the back of her head. She quickly whips around, seeing Leina laughing and holding the gun in her hands. Lil gives a playful pout and folds her arms.

Lilith Meadows: No fair! I need a Nerf gun so I can fight back and make this a fair fight!

Swiftly, Leina moves back against the wall and glances over at Luthor. She checks the ammo on the Elite Titan before she gestures to the Knockout XX-100.

Leina Rael-Anderson (◠︿◠♥) Go ahead and give it to Lil. Let’s make it fair!

Luthor Callaway: Look at you, being a good sport.

Luthor chuckles a bit before taking the Knockout XX-100 and tosses it into the locker room where Lilith catches it. He hands Leina one more remaining drum of Nerf darts before backing out of the fire zone. As Leina pops back out and more darts fly, Lluvia laughs and holds her travel bag up as a shield while making her way over to Lilith.

Lluvia Cane: "Oh come on! Of course a Nerf war breaks out when Anthony decides NOT to bring his Nerf stuff! You do the firing, Lil, I'll be the shield!"

Intrigued, Leina takes a moment to reload the Elite Titan with the last drum. She glances up to Luthor and sheepishly grins.

Leina Rael-Anderson ｖ(⌒ｏ⌒♥)ｖ♪ This is the last stand. Whoever takes the most hits loses! Ready?!

Luthor Callaway: Now don’t y’all in there go shootin’ me! I am unarmed!

Luthor calls out, taking cover behind a stack of equipment crates just for safe measure. From inside of the locker room, Lilith giggles.

Lilith Meadows: No promises!

Grinning from ear to ear, Leina moves back into the doorway and open fires on the ladies of the Kingdom. Lluvia shrieks and laughs, shielding Lilith who fires back. One of her darts catches the lens of the camera recording the action, their laughter and screams filling the area as the perspective slowly begins to change.
Josh Davidson: Joining me at this time, please welcome “The New Universal Superstar” Hope Avila and the manager of the Kwonspiracy, Seo-hyung Kwon.

They each step into camera range on either side of Josh. He turns his attention to Kwon first.

Josh Davidson: Ms. Kwon, Ascension is done and over with, Kwonspiracy didn’t come out with any wins despite their impressive record so far in New Frontier Wrestling.

Seo-hyung Kwon: The odds were definitely not in our favor along with some underlying circumstances that arose during the main event, the Kwonspiracy is going to regroup and we start tonight with Hope Avila in her match with Patti Rose. You see, Patti Rose is someone who comes around, says nothing, does nothing and expects everything to be handed to her. But tonight, all that’s going to happen to Patti Rose is that she’s going to be defeated at the hands of the New Universal Superstar, Hope Avila. Then Jansen Myrrh the name of the individual who was responsible for attacking Lara Bratton last week. Lara Bratton will be out of action indefinitely at this point after having surgery and Jansen has promised to handle the situation. That will be addressed tonight as well.

Josh Davidson: Can you let us know who did this?

Seo-hyung Kwon: As I stated already, Josh, Jansen Myrrh is taking the lead on this situation. You’ll find out along with everyone else.

Josh turns to Hope.

Josh Davidson: There’s plenty of chatter going around that you are the weak link inside the Kwonspiracy. How will combat this chatter and prove that you're not the weakest member of the Kwonspiracy.

Hope Avila: Josh Soy la nueva superestrella universal. Si la gente dice que soy el miembro más débil de Kwonspiracy, es porque no se me ha dado la oportunidad de demostrarlo de otra manera. Entonces, comienzo mi viaje esta noche y atravesaré a tantos oponentes como se me presenten. Es hora de que esta estrella se levante y brille. Let’s go.

With that, Kwon and Avila leave the set.

Josh Davidson: That’s apparently it for here. Back to ringside.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your opening match!

'The Warrior' hits the speakers as Patti Rose steps from behind the curtain to a raptuous 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, from Dallas, Texas, weighing in at 148 pounds! PATTI...ROSE!!

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

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

Roger Arden: Her opponent! From Juarez, Mexico! Accompanied to the ring by Seo-hyung Kwon! Weighing in at 145 pounds. The New Universal Superstar...HOPE...AVILA!!!

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

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings, and Patti Rose begins to play to the crowd, with those in attendance chanting back as she raises her arms. Hope Avila raises an eyebrow, looking at the older woman as she walks around the ring, before running in and blindsiding her with a HUGE kick directly into her spine. Rose cries out in pain, stumbling forward into the corner with a spin, falling back into the turnbuckle. Avila rushes in, a combination of open palm strikes to the face and chest that rock the veteran before she manages to slip out, rolling past the New Universal Superstar and then getting to her feet.

They come back at one another, Rose throwing a few punches that Hope manages to counter or dodge, the younger woman using her speed to her advantage, even if it isn’t as much of an advantage as one would think. Hope throws a roundhouse kick, but Rose ducks, catching the younger woman and executing an exploder suplex in the center of the ring. She goes for a cover but Hope Avila kicks out at two before Patti goes up to the top turnbuckle, looking down at her prone opponent. She leaps, executing a Frog Splash, but Hope gets her knees up at the last second, Rose shrieking in pain and clutching her ribs as she rolls off to the side.

Avila gets to her feet, grabbing Patti by the hair and bringing her up too. She tosses the aging veteran into the ropes, hitting a crossbody on the rebound to drop her before Hope sprints to the corner, climbing to the top rope. She crouches, and as Rose gets to her feet she leaps. The DROP FROM JUPITER connects, dropping Patti Rose to her feet, Hope Avila shooting in and hooking the leg for the pin and the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! The New Universal Superstar...HOPE….AVILA!!!!

Matt Salvatore: Good shit little lady!

Nick Hanson: A big win over the veteran for Hope Avila! She wants her name to be known by many and she’s well on her way!

Backstage we find Ronnie North wearing a PPE mask that has a fake mustache on the front to mimic his own. He also has on an apron, hairnet, gloves, and is plating pasta and salads for the staff.

Ronnie North: Hm? Oh hey guys! You want something to eat?

Ronnie holds up a plate of pasta and holds it out toward the cameraman.

Camera Guy: Uh...Ronnie what are you doing? You have a match tonight.

Ronnie North: Do I? Honestly I’ve been hanging out in catering for so long I kinda just started working here. Little known Ronnie North factoid: I make some darn good Ziti. Ladies come for the great sex and then they stay for the pasta and then later some more great sex. Little bit of a break between though. All those carbs. So, a match huh?

Ronnie removes the apron and tears off his shirt and pants to reveal his ring gear.

Camera Guy: Were you wearing tearaway clothes?

Ronnie North: I’ve been wearing them as everyday clothes since no one really wants to book a male stripper in times like these and the laundromat by my place is closed. Anyway I am facing…

Ronnie pulls out his phone and opens the NFW website.

Ronnie North: ...Akane Suzuki! Hell of a competitor I am assuming. I don’t know who that is please help me. Help me. I don’t actually watch this show. HELP.

Ronnie directs his desperate pleas toward the camera man who releases an audible sigh.

Camera Guy: I mean… bio should be there on the website if that’s what you have pulled up on your phone.

Ronnie nods, determined to make this work.

Ronnie North: Well let me just tell you all that I am going to get in the ring with Akane Suzuki and use my incredible strength to slam all…

Ronnie looks at his phone.

Ronnie North: ...118 pounds of her down to the mat. Even if she tries to use her….submission style to try and best me I will come out on top and uh...Oh. Okay, she’s actually pretty hot. That could be distracting. IF I WASN’T A PROFESSIONAL. No, I’ve got this. Even if she does try and use her…

Ronnie takes another look at the phone, lifting his sunglasses and squinting at the screen.

Ronnie North: ...Kendo stick to gain the upper hand.

Ronnie looks up at the camera and awkwardly clears his throat as he adjusts his sunglasses and puts his phone away. He has a look of confidence on his face.

Ronnie North: ...pretty much nailed that.

The scene starts to fade out.

Camera Guy: Sure Ronnie….sure.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

“Blinding Lights”by The Weekend comes on over the PA system as Akane Suzuki makes her way onto the stage and down the ramp, waving and blowing kisses to the adoring fans. She reaches the ring and ascends the steps, entering the ring under the middle rope, before waving and smiling to the fans again.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Honolulu, Hawaii! Weighing in at 117 pounds. AKANE...SUZUKI!!

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

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

Roger Arden: Her opponent! From Brooklyn, New York, weighing in at 270 pounds. The Prince of Pleasure...RONNIE...NORTH!!

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

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

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

~DING DING DING~

As our match between Ronnie North and Akane Suzuki begins, we see Suzuki and North go into a lockup before Ronnie toys with Suzuki, keeping her at arm’s length while taunting her. He ends up dominant in the struggle, looking for a waistlock to transition into a Snap German Suplex, but Akane keeps her wits about her and evades it by switching to a waistlock of her own, trying to drive Ronnie to the canvas. Ronnie chuckles, and taunts her, before rolling to his feet. He breaks the lock-up, and the two lunge forward once again, but Ronnie immediately takes control, trying for a snap suplex on Akane, but she counters! Akane shoves Ronnie off, and blasts him with a wild Enziguri to the head, forcing him back into the ropes! She rushes forward-SUPERKICK to the jaw of Ronnie! She covers, but only nets a two!

Our match continues, and Ronnie looks to have taken control back against Akane, blasting her with rough boots to the face before looking for a snap suplex! He rolls through and gets Akane up for a Radditude Adjustment, but as he covers, he only nets a two-count. He tries to get Akane up for Droppin’ Loads, but Akane manages to evade and slide down Ronnie’s back, before rolling him up with an O’Connor Roll, but Ronnie kicks out at two! Akane manages to turn it around with another superkick, but as she looks for her Shiranui, Ronnie manages to get her up on his shoulders and slam her down with a wild Fireman’s Carry slam! She tries to recover, but eats a Scoop Slam for her troubles!

As we approach the end of the match, Ronnie looks to be in control, but Akane fights against him! She blasts him in the knee with a superkick, and then in the midsection, and then a third through his head to drop him! She covers, but only nets two and a half! She tries for the Shiranui again, but as she rotates, Ronnie drops her with a hard Tombstone Shoulderbreaker! He pulls her back up, and hauls her into position for Droppin’ Loads, nailing her into the canvas before covering for the pin, and the win!

~DING DING DING~

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

Matt Salvatore: The Prince of Porn is back in full swing, Nick! No pun intended!

Nick Hanson: It’s the Prince of Pleasure, Matt.

Matt Salvatore: Now you know goddamn well--

Nick Hanson: We’ll be right back, folks!

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

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

Jansen Myrrh's name comes across the screen as her music continues to play. She steps out onto the stage with Seo-hyung Kwon in tow, but then Jansen turns around and says something to Kwon, motioning for her to head back to the locker room. There’s a brief exchange between the two and then finally Kwon nods and turns and disappears into the back.

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

As Jansen’s music continues to play, she heads towards the ring. She’s dressed in sneakers, jeans, and a #Kwonspiracy t-shirt. She doesn’t even acknowledge those in attendance as she climbs the ring steps and enters the ring, walking to the corner to take a microphone from someone at ringside.

Jansen Myrrh: I’ll make this fairly short. Last week, some asshole decided to jump a member of the Kwonspiracy, most notably my cousin Lara Bratton. Now, I could come out here and threaten someone or jump them from behind or scream and yell about how everyone’s actions are making me do things I don’t like… but my name’s not Molly, so I’m not gonna do that. You see, as Lara was being carted to the hospital, she whispered a name to Seo-hyung Kwon which we can only assume is the name of the person who attacked her. I’m going to call that person out here, I’m going to challenge them to a fight next week and that will be that. See, I’m trying to learn from my respected manager how to control my emotions. Not gonna lie, I was a little surprised to hear this name, as she spent all last week complaining about all the bullshit that went down between Molly’s emotionally unstable faction and the Kingdom, but hey… that’s why the world has hypocrites, right? So, let’s get this over with, Danni Anderson.

Nick Hanson: Now wait a minute. Jansen Myrrh wants us to believe that Danni Anderson attacked Lara Bratton in cold blood yesterday and broke her neck. I wouldn’t buy that if you offered a lifetime subscription to Disney+.

Matt Salvatore: Are you kidding me? It’s always the nice ones that you gotta watch for.

For a long time, there’s nothing but silence.

Jansen Myrrh: Hey, I ain’t got nowhere to go, Anderson. I know you’re here. I know you gotta match with your buddy later. I ain’t gonna jump you. I just want you to accept my challenge for next week. Simple as that.

The lights dim until they’re off and the kick-start introduction of “Overtime” by Cash Cash begins to resonate from the PA system. Seemingly confused, Danni Anderson steps onto the stage looking down the ramp at Jansen Myrrh like she’s lost her mind. She looks at the audience who seem to be confused as well, wondering if what Jansen says about Danni is true. Finally, Danni starts to walk towards the ring, dressed in her ring attire, and she tags a few of the fans. She ascends the steel steps and carefully steps in between the ropes to enter the ring. Nearby, a ring official hands her a mic. She thanks him before she faces Jansen and makes eye contact.

Danni Anderson (✿◕.◕?) Um… so wait, lemme get this straight. Do you really believe that I hurt Lara? I’m sorry, Jansen, but you have the wrong person. I would never ever do such a thing. Honest.

Jansen Myrrh smirks, shaking her head.

Jansen Myrrh: [/font]Sure. I mean, I didn’t really expect you to come out here and tell the truth. I mean, you’re the all American goodie-goodie around here, right? You never do anything wrong. At least that’s what you want everyone to think, now isn’t it? But, there’s no reason for Lara to tell my manager your name unless you were the one who attacked her, don’t you think?

A frown crosses the Semper Fairy’s face. She can’t believe she’s being convicted! In her response, she tries to remain as calm as possible.

Danni Anderson (✿◕︵◕) I dunno why Lara said my name, but I didn’t attack her. It’s the truth. I would never hurt anybody like that.

Jansen glances around the arena at the fans for a moment. She shakes her head.

Jansen Myrrh: I don’t know you. I don’t know many around here. But I know my cousin, so here’s what I’m going to do. I’m going to challenge you to a match next week right here on this little show we got going on. You can accept and we can fight this out so I can get it out of my system, or you can decline and then I ain’t got it out of my system. Totally up to you.

There’s a look of sadness and uncertainty on Danielle’s face. She doesn’t believe in fighting without a just cause. However, in Jansen’s perspective, it is just. The fans are murmuring amongst themselves, wondering what the verdict is going to be. Lightly toe-kicking the mat, Danielle takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

Danni Anderson (◕︿◕✿) If you really, really, REALLY want to fight me, then I’m not going to say no…

Of course, this receives a positive response from the fans in attendance. This seems to please Jansen as she grins, nodding. She remains where she is, face to face with Danni before finally responding.

Jansen Myrrh: I guess I will see you next week. And unlike you, I’ll meet you face to face without any cheap shots. Enjoy your match later.

Jansen steps back and then drops down and rolls out of the ring, as she walks backwards up the ramp with that huge grin on her face. While Jansen’s music hits the PA system again, Danielle remains inside of the ring, confused and bewildered by the new and mysterious scenario she’s been dragged into. She takes off her Terry Bogard hat and scratches the top of her head in wonderment.

Nick Hanson: Come on… There’s no way Danni is the culprit! She’s a good girl.

Matt Salvatore: That’s the perfect cover, Nick. In any case, we’re bound for Anderson versus Myrrh next Collision!

Nick Hanson: Until then, the show must go on!
We cut to backstage where we find Molly Hatchet seated on a bench in the Hatchet Clan locker room. She's in full ring gear now, elbows on her knees with her hands clasped and a far off look on her face as she stares into nothing. Suddenly a shadow looms over her and a slender, black taped hand floats in front of her face, snapping black nailed fingers. With a bit of a start, The Ginger Ninja's gaze snaps up towards the owner of that hand, the camera panning back to reveal none other than Melinda Rhodes, also in her full ring gear, ready to go.

Rebel: Hey Molly, you still with us hon?

Molly nods slowly.

Molly: Aye... Just have alot on me mind.

Rebel: No doubt, sister.

Melinda pats her shoulder and sits down beside her.

Rebel: You gonna' be ok?

Molly: I donnae' think whether I'm ok or not matters anymore?

Mel quirks her brow a bit, cocking her head slightly and Molly looks her dead in the eye, serious as a heart attack.

Molly: Melinda, ye've known me fer most of me life. I consider you a dear friend and tha' closest thing to a conscience I can e'er ask fer. Be honest with me. Is there any part of me that is right in all of this? Somethin' that I can look at and say that this was tha' right course of action?

The Rebel takes in a sharp intake of air through her nostrils and lowers her head, looking away from Molly only to cast her gaze back into those mottled green and brown hazel eyes of her best friend.

Rebel: Molly you're the best friend I've ever had and someone I will always cherish and treasure having in my life, a life you saved I might add. I've made it no secret to the world the substance abuse problems I had and how I was taking the suicide solution a few gulps and injections at a time. You pulled me from that, cleaned me up, got me sober, and helped me get my family back. I will always be in your debt until I die but....

At the utterance of "but" Molly's shoulders slumped.

Molly: ....aye..."but"....

Rebel: ...you got pushed hard. The situation is complicated by the fact that these were people you cared deeply about. It's eating you up and I can see it. That's what separates them from you, hon. You cared.

With a slow nod of her head, the freckled redhead casts her gaze to the floor for a brief moment. A now all too familiar voice is heard off camera that gets the attention of both women.

UVR: Whether or not you are right or wrong is irrelevant at this point, Ms. Hatchet. What you've chosen is at hand.

Molly rises from her seat. Her eyes trail up her old rival and current team partner's form until their eyes meet with her head tilted back.

Molly: Aye, so it is. If yer so inclined to disagree, then why are ye’ here?

The Lady Terminator inclines her head towards The Ginger Ninja. The Rebel tenses slightly, watching them both very carefully.

UVR: That is a good question, one that you shouldn’t even have to ask. Respect.

With a slow nod, the Ginger Ninja looks down.

Molly: Respect…. Somethin’ our opponents lack. They ne’er respected me, you, or anyone.

She looks back up.

Molly: I remember what Sativa did to ye at the Open Invitational Bloody Icon 2.

Ursula bristles only slightly, but instantly fights that feeling back.

UVR: Indeed. I have never forgiven or forgotten it. People who associate with garbage like her deserve everything that is coming to them, so I gladly lend myself to your cause.

There is a twinge of pain on Molly’s face, not of the emotional variety, but the physical. She brushes a hand to the back of her head and looks away for a moment.

Molly: Fawk… there it goes again, another damnedable migraine!

Ursula frowns a bit, observing her condition, as does the Rebel.

Rebel: You ok hon?

Molly waves her off and nods.

Molly: Aye, I’m fine…. Fine dearie. Methinks I’ll go find Cherry and talk to her while there’s still a while yet before our match comes up.

When the pain subsides, she then smiles at them both with warmth and affection.

Molly: Thank ye’ both so much fer bein’ here. I ne’er expected us to come together, but now that we are, I’m grateful. I’ll go now. Get ready ta’ raise some of that lovely hell, yeah?

She pats them both on the shoulders and steps through them towards the locker room door and out into the hallway. Ursula casts the Rebel a concerned look.

UVR: Troubling.

Rebel: She was cleared by medical professionals. Maybe it’s just a headache due to the stress?

Ursula quirks her brow.

UVR: And doctors are never wrong?

Melinda crosses her arms over her chest and leans with her back against a locker door.

Rebel: We’ll find out soon enough and if she goes down from whatever it might be, then you and I are going to pay her doc a visit and not the good kind. Might even lawyer up and take that quack motherfucker down.

Ursula inclines her head, then turns and heads towards the back of the locker room, leaving Melinda to stare after Molly with mounting worry….
Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

"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, waiting for her partner to arrive.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Denver, Colorado...weighing in at 121 pounds.

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

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

Roger Arden: "Her tag team partner. Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the one they call the Filius Damnati...the Son of the Damned...DARIIIUUUUUUUUUUS....CROWLEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"

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

"Neon Knights" blasts forth from the speakers while the arena darkens apart from red and green siren lights running the length of the ramp. The fans POP huge as there is a loud blast of green and red pyro on the stage as Keiji and Lash spring forth from the curtains with a dual stuntman style flip, tucking into synchronised military roll and back up to a knee, achieving another huge POP as they appeal to the fans, spring to their feet and try to slap as many of the hands reaching out as they can.

Roger Arden: Their opponents! From THE FOUNTAIN OF JUSTICE, weighing in at a combined weight of 375 POUNDS, they are the team of KEIJI SUGIWARA..

Keiji bolted down the ramp, launched up onto the apron and barrel rolled between the top and second rope cleanly before leaping to the top rope, commanding a rousing ovation from the crowd in attendance..

Roger Arden: And LASH DONOHUE..

Lash casually sprung up onto the barricade wall, frog leapt from the wall to the apron then skinned the cat, however he stopped in mid air and cut some quick handstand style push ups in the middle of the top rope before hopping down into the ring..

Roger Arden: THEY ARE SUPER AWESOME CRIME TACKLING ACTION PATROL!

The fans joined in with the announcer as Keiji and Lash initiated their ridiculous "secret handshake" before running the ropes in a criss cross pattern a few times before hitting a mid air cartwheel past one another as red and green pyro sparks shot out of every ring post. SACTAP bowed to each other while their music faded and they awaited the beginning of the match.

~DING DING DING~

It's Darius Crowley and SACTAP Green starting off this match. There is a mutual respectful bow before the two start to circle, Keiji building energy with a rhythmic clap before Darius and Keiji move in for the lock up.

Nick Hanson: Sidestep and arm wringer attempt by SACTAP Green, reversal by Crowley. Nice reversal and a transition into a hammerlock by Sugiwara!

Matt Salvatore: It's GREEN, Hanson! GREEN!

Nick Hanson: Anyway, snapmare by Darius takes GREEN over into a seated position..

*SNAP!*

Matt Salvatore: Did ya hear the impact of that spine kick?!

Keiji's hands ball into fists as he bravely absorbs the kick and he rolls out if the way as he senses Crowley going for another.

Nick Hanson: SACTAP Green back to his feet, Crowley and Sugiwara lock up once more. OH! Brutal european uppercut!

As Keiji seems stunned, Darius swings around and throws a reverse hook kick at Keiji's temple, yet Keiji manages to sidestep, catch the foot, swing Darius back around..

*SLAP!!*

Matt Salvatore: Crowley eats a nasty yakuza kick!! SACTAP Green with the irish whip!

Nick Hanson: Reversal by Crowley!

The fan volume in the Collision center boosts a lot as Green hits the ropes and then hits the splits in the middle of the ring before taking Darius over with a monkey flip.

Nick Hanson: Woah! Crowley back to his feet with the momentum and he hits the ground running!!

Crowley lets out a roar as he goes to take Green's head off with a jumping outside crescent kick, yet Keiji army rolls to avoid, cartwheels and tags in Red who immediately leaps to the top rope and launches at Darius!

Nick Hanson: Flying arm drag by Donohue! Crowley back to his feet but he don't know where he is!

Matt Salvatore: WOAH! Red is fulla freakin' beans tonight! Hurricanrana!!

Crowley goes crashing into his team's corner and Vanita wastes no time tagging herself in as Darius rolls to the outside..

Nick Hanson: Jumping roundhouse kick on the run from The Vain One!!

Matt Salvatore: Swing and a miss, Red with the matrix evasion!!

Lash kips back up to his feet, seizes Vanita in an arm wringer, twists her around and then sweeps her into a textbook arm trap neckbreaker!

Matt Salvatore: Nice! Cover by Donohue and a kick out right after the two count..

Lash seizes Vanita in a headlock, trying to haul her back to her feet but she escapes with a barrage of elbow shots to the ribs before she grins evilly and then gets a roll of laughter as she swiftly boxes both sides of Lash's helmet as hard as she can, Lash instantly dropping to his knees and clutching his head!

Matt Salvatore: I love it, Vani! Oof, knee to the chest!

Nick Hanson: And a hook kick to the back of the head! Lash is down!

ONE
TWO
TH..

Matt Salvatore: SACTAP Red gets the shoulder up but only just!

Vanita keeps that evil looking grin on her face as she hauls Lash back up to his feet and then suddenly launches him with an overhead belly to belly!

Nick Hanson: Look out, Donohue landed on his feet! Springboard headscissors takedown! Flipping cutter! Lash with the cover!

ONE
TWO
THR..

Darius and Keiji both scrambled into the ring to alternately break up the pin and play defence, but it's Crowley managing to break it up with a double axe handle to Lash's back.

Nick Hanson: SACTAP nearly did it there! I think Crowley got lil Red pretty good with that axe handle, Matt!

Vanita and Darius haul Lash up to his feet and they send him for an irish whip..

Matt Salvatore: Donohue hittin' the ropes hard, Thompson and Crowley duck down anticipating a double backdrop!!

Nick Hanson: I've never seen THAT before!! Oh MAN!! Running sunset flip powerbomb on Vanita! Simultaneous flipping clothesline on Crowley meets the mark!!

Lash gets to his feet and gets a huge response as he leaps to the middle of the top rope and commands the small group of fans to get louder with the signal for SACTAP's Key to the city before he hauls a groggy Vanita to her feet in a headlock and tags in Keiji!

Matt Salvatore: Crowley is out, and Thompson is out on her feet! This don't look good for Crowley and The Vain One!

The fan volume picks up again as Keiji hits the ropes at full speed while Lash twists Vani into the lightning spiral set up..

Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD! Keiji eats a brutal bicycle knee strike out of nowhere! STRAIGHT INTO MORDOR!

Keiji looks to bounce on impact and goes limp as the fans roar with concern!

Nick Hanson: Look at this!! Vanita meanwhile breaking free of the lightning spiral!! She's twisting Lash back around!

*SNAP!!*

Nick Hanson: VAIN MIRROR!! VAIN MIRROR!! OH MY GOD! Red went flying!!

Vanita Thompson quickly dives on the unconscious Keiji, sweeping him into a rolling bridge pin for good measure.

ONE
TWO
THREE!!

*DING~DING~DING!!

Roger Arden: Here are your winners! DARIUS CROWLEY and VANITA THOMPSON!!

Nick Hanson: Vanita Thompson and Darius Crowley showing more of an aggressive side here but it got them the win!

Matt Salvatore: Sometimes, Nick, you just gotta stop fucking around.

Tap tap tap.

Erik Holland: Legion?

Tap tap tap.

Erik Holland: You in there?

Murky eyes track the camera. Erik Holland is here.

Erik Holland: This is not going to be a long soliliquy, Legion. You only need to be made aware that at Ascension, the Silver Mountain Championship was stolen from me. Stolen from me by forces that I am not immediately aware of, but stolen nonetheless. I do not like to have what belongs to me taken from me, Legion.

The rumble from deep in his throat is something approaching inhuman as he recounts the events of Ascension.

Erik Holland: I defeated Jasmine Matthews. I met her at every turn of the bout. I had an answer for all the punishment she delivered unto me and I rendered her HELPLESS. And then the lights became darkness and I was rendered helpless.

The eyes flare with rage.

Erik Holland: I have never been helpless, Legion. I will never be again.

We can't see Erik apart from his eyes, but we can only imagine the rage that twists his face.

Erik Holland: I will hunt what stole from me and it will be broken. But for now? Your name is Legion, for you are Many. But as Many as you all are, you will, ALL of you, be broken at my feet. There are bigger things at play than YOU. Collision...is your Unmaking.

Back to ringside.
There is a moment of silence in the arena, a lull between battles, a rumbling murmur among those in attendance. Before impatience can set in, the arena lights dim and words appear on the big screen, spoken aloud by an unknown male voice:

"Fallen...

Broken...

Simply dissolved into an incomplete thought

An empty shell, cracked and disfigured

With no remorse, I have been blinded by the darkness

With no disdain, I have received my punishment

And with no haste, I await them…"

Heavy guitars start up moments later and the lights around the stage center on the entryway. The opening lyrics of Ra’s “Fallen Angels” start to peel through the sound system as onto the stage walks the Saint of Bones himself… Damon Cross!

Nick Hanson: Ohhhhhhh maaaaaan!!

Matt Salvatore: Yeeeesssss!!!!

Nick Hanson: The Black Ronin has arrived!

Matt Salvatore: Damon! Fucking! Cross!

"I see fallen angels,
When I try to go to sleep
And they're always watching...

As I'm walking in the streets
Silently preparing
For what they'll do to me!"

The reaction is decidedly mixed from the NFW fans, most of them clearly remembering his darker days and brutal methods. Such actions as his are not easily forgiven and these fans are letting him know all about it. Despite that, there ARE pockets of cheers. Coming to the top of the stage, Damon, dressed all in black, takes a microphone from his back pocket. “Fallen Angels” fades out and the Black Ronin, psyching himself up a bit, starts to speak.

Damon Cross: Some of you already know who I am...

Another mixed reaction from the fans, leaving Damon smiling thinly as he waits for it to die down again.

Damon Cross: And most of you probably aren’t happy to see me...

The disdain gets a bit stronger now; the fans feel as if Damon is trying to egg them on, draw more negativity out of them, and they respond in kind.

Nick Hanson: Never been the uh…”nicest” guy in the business, for sure.

Matt Salvatore: So? Neither was I! We don’t get paid to be nice, Nick.

Shaking it off, Damon brings up the stick yet again.

Damon Cross: I am going to have to learn to live with that. Those of you who know me, though, know that I have never once courted any particular reaction, either from the fans or from my peers. I am who I am and I do what I must. Many times that has put me at odds with decency and fair play. Someone, though, had to make the hard choices. Someone had to suffer the slings and arrows to do what was right. That someone was me and I have the scars to remind me of those times whenever my memory fails me.

A peripheral jab at his recently-recovered bout of amnesia as well as some personal trials and tribulations, no doubt.

Damon Cross: But whereas some of you are not in the mood to forgive and forget, and may in fact never be? That is in my past. I have paid the price for my time on the dark side. What I seek now… is redemption.

Silence spreads within the arena, the fans waiting to hear how or if he means to justify this.

Damon Cross: Not forgiveness, because that means nothing to me. Not forgetfulness, because that would be like running from the truth. Redemption. The opportunity to put aside all else in the wrestling business and focus on what goes on there.

He points at the ring.

Damon Cross: Before I was anything else in this business, I was a wrestler. The White Knight. The Heartbreaker. The Creole Charmer.

Another tenuous smile, but one also laced with amusement. He injects a bit more of that Gambit-like accent into his words there and, yes, the women react. Perhaps none more so than one particular lady backstage, but that is a tale for another time.

Damon Cross: From a knight to a crusader. From a charmer to a destroyer. From a warrior to a god. And at the pinnacle of my power, I fell. Straight to hell. Now the lot of you, both out here, backstage and watching at home? You have a front-row seat to my climb back to the top. Make no mistake, ladies and gentlemen: the top is where I am going. And there’s not a soul walking this ball of grass, dirt and water who can stop me. Yes-

Without looking, he gestures to the backstage area.

Damon Cross: -you can consider that a challenge. Each and every one of you. As a matter of fact, I dare you to try and stop me. Do not think for a hot minute that because I am trying to redeem myself that I have forgotten how to wage war. I sat under the learning tree of two of the best in this business and soaked up all the knowledge they had to give, both how to fight and how to do business. You will not find a more complete wrestler in this business than the man standing before you. Even beaten, battered and broken I will stand up against anyone or anything in my way and make them pay for trying to slow me down. Take that as you will, because I know how some of you only hear what you want to hear, but understand that it is God’s own truth. If you doubt me?

Another motion toward the ring.

Damon Cross: You can meet me right there and try to prove me wrong. Emphasis on TRY.

They may have their reservations about him, knowing what they know, but this little speech has some of the fans cheering again, eager to see some action involving the Saint of Bones. He runs a hand through his unruly black hair and cracks a grin.

Matt Salvatore: Sounds like we got an open challenge on our hands, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Bold move, Nick!

A grin that turns slowly into a glower of determination.

Damon Cross: The only question is… who will be first? Who will step up to face me and take me to ask? Who will try to put down this fallen angel seeking to regain his wings? Whoever it is, I will leave you with this:

The camera closes in a bit.

Damon Cross: Win or lose? You will not stop me. You will barely slow me. I will always and forever rise no matter the odds. One day… all of you will say… my… name.

Putting down the microphone and taking a bow, Damon turns and heads backstage as “Fallen Angels” starts up again, leaving the fans to wonder what might be coming next from the Black Ronin.

Nick Hanson: How’s that for a debut, Matt?!

Matt Salvatore: That’s what I’m talking about!

Nick Hanson: Who will answer the challenge of the Black Ronin?! He’s come for a fight!
Standing in a dark quiet place is Ursula Von Rossbach, dressed in black with her matching hair neatly framing the right side of her face, her jaw firm and eyes unyielding, unblinking. She has one gloved hand clasped over her wrist. A living statue of leather and chiseled muscle presented for the camera’s unfeeling eye.

UVR: At Ascension, I fell short of a goal. While this is not acceptable, it was not entirely unforeseen either. Despite myself and my teammates knowing each other’s capabilities quite well, we were unable to rally as a force and overwhelm our opposition. Distractions were plenty then but now, there are only two teams and the odds are a bit more even or are they?

A small rise of her chest is seen as she quietly enhales a breath.

UVR: While I did not condone the actions of my colleague, Molly “Hatchet” O’Hatherine, The Ginger Ninja, I understood why she assaulted Lilith Meadows in such a brutal fashion. Lilith suffered in our encounter, but she did not suffer enough. One need only look at her twitter banter afterwards for a brief moment to understand the gravity of the situation.

There was but only the briefest of pauses as Ursula unclasped her hands, then folded her arms over her chest.

UVR: I have stood in Ms. Hatchet’s shoes before with an opponent that took everything I had and turned it into a subject of mockery, ruining the image I’ve worked so hard to maintain and destroying my work as a competitor over many years with a few dismissive lines of dialogue and rhetoric. You have one of two choices in that scenario…. You can either choose to look as weak and pitiful as they label you or exact a price for their insolence. She did precisely the latter. Now we face the dogs of The Kingdom in four on four competition and yet I wonder if Lilith will be able to even stand after what she received from Molly.

Ursula’s head inclines forward, then to the right a bit.

UVR: A unit is only as strong as the weakest link that binds it together. Ms. Meadows is clearly injured and should not be in competition, Ms. Olsen is spiteful, arrogant, and prideful, Ms. Cane’s overconfidence and past neck injuries are targets I shall make an effort to exploit, and our Taiwanese import from Asheville, Ms. Renhuan, has bitten off far more than she can chew as I am certain she will find that Cherry Addams is a rather vengeful soul who shall extract more than a few pounds of her blood and flesh. A fitting compensation for the insult delivered upon her in Molly’s name. This is combined with the fact that her defense is as lacking as the 1990’s New England Patriots and further worsened by the complete and utter absence of common sense that is utterly Darwinian in scope.

She leans in towards the camera, head rolled forward with her dark eyes staring into the camera lense with a frightening level of intensity as a small smile crosses those lips.

UVR: Without the distraction of the Kwonspiracy here, I feel you shall find our team to be far more dangerous and focused than you have clearly anticipated. Our goal is clear. Stand, deliver, and put you down so hard that when the match is concluded, you won’t feel the urge to make a mockery out of anyone in our little….family again. Win if you can, survive if we allow it.

It is on that note that Ursula leans back to her full height, uncrosses her arms and turns away, only to suddenly spin around with such terrifying speed to deliver her foot right into the camera lens. After the sickening crunch of electronics shattering under tremendous force, we’re left staring at static for several seconds….
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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: Introducing first, from Santa Monica, California! Weighing in at 113 pounds! She is the Semper Fairy...DANNI….AAAAAANDEEEEEERSSSSOOOOONNNNN!!!!!

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.

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.

Roger Arden: Her opponent! From The Burgh!! Weighing in at 130 pounds, representing The Kingdom! MORGAN...PAYNE!!!!


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


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

~DING DING DING~

The bell did ding times three, prompting both Danni and Morgan into action! The two begin with a collar elbow lock up, but Danni takes control, twisting and turning Morgan's wrist. Morgan fights back, twisting out of the hold and putting Danni into a hammerlock, only to find herself caught in a single arm cravate! She then tries to back Morgan into a corner and attempt her SPARKLY but Morgan shoves her off, releasing the hold only to step right into the oncoming fist of a springboarding Danni screaming "POWER DUUUNNNK!" rocking Morgan right off her feet! This is promptly followed by dragging Morgan out of the corner and hitting a standing moonsault pin for a two count!

Back on their feet, Morgan comes at Danni with a bit more ferocity, but still not the level we're all accustomed to seeing. She fires off with jabs and kicks, Danni weaving around them with a smile until one shot clips her chin, followed by a the Muay Thai Djab Ko, knees pistoning into Danni's chest as they lock up in the corner for a count of four and a half before Morgan backs off, hands raised up by order of the referee! Danni just smiles and suddenly goes airborn OVER the referee, hitting a double springboard on the ropes and bringing Morgan down with a wicked hurricanrana, followed by another pin for a two count! This one really gets the crowd going!

At this point, Morgan was fighting back a bit of frustration, trying to fight her darker impulses against her dear friend as the two get to their feet. She rushes straight into Danni and gets caught in a hiptoss that's reversed into a pulldown into an armbar! Danni struggles as Morgan applies the pressure! In her thrashing, she maneuvers them both to the ropes and hooks her feet in the ropes, forcing the ref to break the hold! The two get up with Danni favoring that arm for a moment. She turns right into a running dropkick right into that arm, sending her sprawled out on the canvas!

Morgan quickly runs over her prone form, hops up onto the top rope and vaults off with a picture perfect Moonsault, hooking the leg for a pin. Two and a half was her count! She gets to her feet along with Danni who goes for another POWER DUNK but Morgan side steps with a hop and a knee right into Danni's chin, THE KHOA LOI, that sends her straight to the canvas! Morgan covers her, hooking both legs and rolling Danni onto her shoulders, but once again, she kicks out! Danni clutches at her jaw, staggered and gritting her teeth while Morgan sits there, breathing hard with a mixture of frustration and a hint of pride at how well Danni's fighting against her.

She gets to her feet, as does Danni albeit slower. She turns right into a boot to the gut, Morgan pulling her into a front facelock! Danni pulls free and shoves out, only for Morgan to fire back with THE FOOT TO THE THROAT-NO!!! Danni barely side steps it with a spin and BIG-BADA-BOOM DOWN GOES MORGAN! Wasting no time, Danni shouts out to the fans and rushes to the nearest corner. Squatting down, she then leaps off with a double rotation, dropping hard across Morgan Payne with ADHD!!! Hooking the leg on impact! 1-2-3!!!

*DING DING DING*

Roger Arden: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY PINFALL.... DANNI AAAAANNNNNDDDDEERRRRSSSSOOOONNN!!!!

Danny hops to her feet, shaking her head, but then cutting the perfect Terry Bogard fist with a finger gun pointed in the air, followed by a thumbs up to the crowd. She then looks down at Morgan and shouts out, "ARE YOU OK?!!!"

Nick Hanson: WOW!! A big win for Danni Anderson! That oughta get her back on track!

Matt Salvatore: No kidding! But hey, props to Morgan. I understand she came into this match with a few bumps and scrapes but she still brought it!

Molly Hatchet enters the dark inner sanctum of Cherry Addams hidden deep in the bowels of the Arena. The walls are decorated as one would expect, with pentagrams and hex runes painted in what appeared to be blood in copious amounts. Small bones litter the floor as we near the sole occupant of this room. Seated in a cross-legged pose with her eyes closed, is none other than Cherry Addams in her ring gear. At either side of her are black iron candelabras with three lit candles that illuminate the room with a flickering, ambient orange glow. Behind her is the Arena's power junction box. Molly approaches with a bit of a smile and settles before her.

Molly: 'allo love.... am I interruptin' ye'?

Disturbed from her meditation, she casts Molly a side eye with a wry smirk.

Cherry: It's not exactly safe sneaking up on a girl in a place like this. But, no.

Molly: If I was bein' sneaky, ye'd ne'er know I was here until I was right on ya'... Listen, love, I'm still a bit eaten up by what happened last week. I left ye' ta' fend fer yerself and that was wrong of me. I wasnae' in me right head... might not still be but yeah...

The Ginger Ninja reaches out and takes Cherry's hands into her own.

Molly: While yer not innocent by nature...

A small, devilish grin pops across Molly's lips briefly.

Molly: ...Ye' were innocent of any crime they condemned ye' fer. That should've been me takin' that beaten, not you.

Cherry just rolls her eyes a bit.

Cherry: We’ve already been over this, girlfriend. We're all guilty of something. In a war, there's always collateral damage. I'm still here, and I'm still going to bring them a fight. So no loss.

There's a visible sting that makes The Ginger Ninja stiffen a bit at the word Collatoral Damage.

Molly: I'm reallae' beginnin' ta' hate that word... It sounds so casual when nothin' about it is casual at all. They got you ta' hurt me and that along with every word outta' their mouths only serves to provoke me further.

There's a frown on her face as Molly gives Cherry's hands a soft squeeze, her eyes lowering down.

Molly: Worst of all, methinks I'm losing meself in all of this.

Another roll of Cherry’s eyes as she casts sardonic smirk.

Cherry: Or finding yourself. As for them, and what they say? Words, nothing more. Words are powerless, unless you allow them to be more.

Molly gives her a small nod, but there is a hint of worry in those dark green eyes.

Molly: Aye, but I'm afraid of what I'm findin'.... That maybe I'm no better than they are... That who I am is not someone I like verae' much, yeah....

Cherry patted Molly’s hand, shaking her head with a look that could be best described as saying, “Oh you silly girl.”

Cherry: Molls, it’s ultimately a journey you have no choice but to embark on. I'd tell you just ignore them, and do your own thing. But you care too much, and I know it just won't happen.

Her head lifts as their eyes meet.

Molly: Aye... the problem of an open heart... Bein' open ta' love leaves an easy mark ta' wound one by.

She gently caresses Cherry's face and her Satanic lover leans into it with a slight nuzzle.

Molly: Without that heart though, where would we be, hmm?

A small smile crosses Molly's freckled lips. Cherry pulls back from her hand, releasing the other as she does so.

Cherry: Better off...but that's neither here nor there. I can't tell you who, or how to be. You have your own way and that's fine. Just know that you're only going to get hurt more.

The smile slowly fades.

Molly: I wish I could just shut me heart off, but then to live a life without tha' capacity fer love would seem like a life I just cannae' live, Cherry. Passion drives me. Without it, I'm nothin' and I refuse ta' let them kill that or me!

Molly grips Cherry's face and pulls her in for a deep, passionate kiss. After seconds ticking on for what feels like eternity, she pulls back from Cherry.

Molly: Tell me how ye'd be better off without that, yeah...?

Cherry takes a breath, shooting a small satisfied smile. One can say many things about Molly Hatchet, but a bad kisser wasn’t one of them. The Ginger Ninja rises to her feet, as does Cherry.

Cherry: Caring about one person, is different, than caring for everyone. You can't save the world, Molly.

With hands on her hips, she moves in closer to Molly.

Molly: How will we know unless we try? I'm not wired that way ta' just switch off and not do everythin' I can ta' help those who are in need. I may not save tha' world, but I just might help make it a little bit easier ta' live in, yeah?

Cherry: I'm not sure if you've been paying attention, but the world is fucked. That said, I won't stop you from trying. Just understand, I'm not wired to care, I'm wired to hurt.

She offers a small smile towards her girlfriend.

Molly: Aye.... but there's a small part of you that hopes I succeed. Otherwise, why would ye' let me in when no one else has ever had that blessing me love?

With a wink and a click of her tongue against her teeth, Molly makes a little hand heart gesture over her chest. Cherry once again rolls her eyes and offers the first genuine smile of this entire interrelations.

Cherry: Be fortunate I love you.

Molly: I am, dear heart....

And the camera suddenly loses focus as the two move in close, lips meeting once more…..

Fade to Black.
The crowd continues to buzz from the great matches that have come and gone when suddenly and without warning the lights snapped off and an audible click sent the entire arena into pure darkness.

Matt Salvatore: "Oh, come on! Enough with this?!"

Nick Hanson: "Somoene hit the breaker?!"

The whole arena sits in silence for a time before the soft rythmic sounds of chains, guitars and drums began. It continued with the soft chanting until the words began to wash over them.

"Fed to the wolves without repreieve.
Howl at the moon, but I'll break free.
Fire in your eyes, your burning red.
God knows I tried, you're better off dead."

Matt Salvatore: "This sounds like...."

Nick Hanson: "I think it is..."

A red strobe light suddenly appears swirling around the ring where a woman was on her knees with her back arched until the back of her head was touching the mat. She was dressed for battle, as she always was, and her face was completely painted. Slowly she arched up and her arms spread as she let out a animal like roar and the fans broke into a silent cheer.

"Digging a six foot hole.
Open the gates below.
Cuz i can't save your soul."

The woman known as Asmodeus slowly pushes herself up to her feet as the lights snap back on and the music all but vanishes in the blink of an eye. Maiko stands perfectly still staring at the back by way of the stage and then turns on her heels and walks back toward the ropes where she grabs a mic.

Matt Salvatore: "Looks like Maiko has something on her mind."

Nick Hanson: "Maybe she's going to tell everyone why she attacked Erik Holland?!"

Asmodeus: "We came here for a reason. We came here for something specific. We came here becuase We have suffered at the hands of those who call this place home. No more, no less. And it has come to our attention that someone out there has taken it upon themselves to use this to their own advantage."

Matt Salvatore: "Their own advantage? What is she even talking about?!"

Nick Hanson: "I have no idea..."

Maiko fell silent for a moment letting the microphone drop as a video plays showing the event of the title match between Erik Holland and Jasmine Matthews. The lights going out and when they come back Erik is laid out, only for them to go out a second time and Asmodeus appears. After the video finishes the painted woman raises a mic once again.

Asmodeus: "Why would we Appear twice? It wastes time and energy. So, We are here to set the record straight. We had nothing to do with the Erik Holland attack. That's on someone else. We lost family because of the Kingdom. Because of their failure to act. They will understand. They will feel that pain. It begins with Jasmine and it will continue through all the others.

And to anyone else here who decides to get in Our way? To those who may think they have their own vendettas. Their own petty squabbles and minor greviences? Do not get in Our way when we come for Our prey. You are either with Us....or you are our enemy."

Matt Salvatore: "That sounded a lot like she was talkinga bout specific people..."

Nick Hanson: "That wouldn't be a good idea."

The painted former Lt. of Lord Lucifer walked then to the edge of the ring, right up agianst the ropes and looked down into the camera.

Asmodeus: "Be you a giant. A Ninja. Or anyone else. They belong to Us. Our family has been taken from Us. We will not warn you a second time."

Matt Salvatore: "Yup, she is.

Nick Hanson: "She's either very brave, very stupid or just plain crazy."

Matt Salvatore: "Crazy? I never considered that."

Nick Hanson: "She wears facepaint and followed a guy who called himself the devil. How sane can she be?!"

The painted woman drops the mic with a clatter and leaves the ring.
As Collision #75 returns from commercial, we watch as a somber Cass Baumer walks into frame with her head down and her hands on her hips. The maroon Andrew Payne t-shirt she wears is in celebration of NFW’s infancy. The copyright-neutral white Día de Muertos Punisher skull at the front is splashed with yellow, red, and blue colors to match the Pittsburgh Steelers with the words “HOUSE PAYNE: Non Facciamo Altro Vinto” underneath. As her bright blue eyes look forward and she takes her spot at the front of the camera, she sighs before she speaks.

Cass Baumer: I know I don’t have a match tonight but I needed to get something off my chest.

She thoughtfully prepares her words.

Cass Baumer: We ain’t got beef but at Collision #70, Ronnie North managed to echo the same criticism I’ve heard for a while now between all his typical nonsense. And I won’t lie. I’ve been thinking about it a lot since then, and I’ve been tryna figure out how to properly address it. I decided the best course of action was to be real with y’all for a bit.

Cass stands in front of the promo curtain backstage with the New Frontier Wrestling logo repeated dozens of times but her mind is clearly somewhere else other than tonight by the distant look on her face.

Cass Baumer: He talked about how I ‘disappeared from the business’ and he’s right. At the tail end of 2018, I thought I reached the limit. I believed I wasn’t capable of more. All I’d ever be known as is the obnoxious brat who did those reports some people really liked for a while ‘til it got stale, and there was a voice inside me that said that it was enough. I stopped believing my own hype and I started believing what other people said about me instead. I felt lost, insecure with no friends to talk to about how I felt, and I headed back home to New Zealand to live a ‘normal life’ again. Maybe the spotlight wasn’t for me, I thought. Maybe no one would even notice I was gone after all the bad shit I’ve done.

Her voice starts to raise, passion in her voice as she shouts with her Kiwi accent on full display.

Cass Baumer: I took my ball and I went home just like what I did when I quit the football team back in secondary school.

Her voice shakes as she admits it to the New Frontier fans, fists trembling at her sides.

Cass Baumer: It was a moment of weakness. It was a moment of doubt that I think maybe a lot of people can relate to but after a few months passed, I realized that I wasn’t satisfied after all. I couldn’t let that be it. I couldn’t run from my problems forever. I needed to do things that’d fix that perception, and I needed to make shit right! I needed to make the friends I’ve met along my journey proud instead of burning all their bridges for a brief moment of publicity, and I couldn’t let all the assholes who made me feel like worthless garbage win! This time would be different. This time, I’d start from the bottom and pay my dues! This time, I’d lean into my strengths and commit myself to whatever I wanted to accomplish! And once I came to NFW, I swung for the goddamn fences against Ian Dickenson himself!!

She continues to shout while tears visibly swell in her eyes. Crossing her arms, Cass leans against the wall and tries to subtly wipe her face with the NFW background curtain itself. The liquid mixes with a little bit of snot to make a small sticky spot on the surface which she attempts to stand in front of so no one would notice. It doesn’t quite work out that way.

Cass Baumer: He’s a tough son of a bitch, one of the best this federation has to offer, and if I can manage to beat him, well…

Cass gulps, a film of seriousness overcoming her features again.

Cass Baumer: Maybe I’ll be one step closer to putting everything in my life back together again, eh?

The former reporter pauses for a moment, looking down at her Andrew Payne shirt and then back at the camera again. A burst of energetic confidence overcomes her and with that, Cass Baumer walks off to reveal the back of the shirt. The bold text reads “ALL WE DO IS F**KIN’ WIN” with two small Dia de Muertos skulls ‘censoring’ out the last word while the segment cuts to elsewhere in the Collision Center.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the manager, representing the Shieldmaidens, THIS! is Lyal "LYRIC" Allllennnnn! She represents from SILENT HILL, weighing 281 pounds, ERIK! HOOOOOOOOOOOOLLLLANNNNND!

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

The arena suddenly goes completely pitch black.

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


"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.

Two random voices are heard speaking as if in demonic tones over the system, as the lights go out. The camera pans over to the top of the stage area where three red siren lights begin to spin. The voices continue speaking the lights continue to go.

Yeah, Be prepared.

Yeah-heh... we'll be prepared, heh.

...For what?

For the death of the Queen.

Why? Is she sick?

No, fool-- we're going to kill her.

Great idea! Who needs a Queen?

No Queen! No Queen! la--la-la--la-laa-laa!

Idiots! There will be a Queen!

Hey, but you said, uh...

Then a loud scream is heard, as she begins cackling over the system. Then the final line is spoken as a tall woman steps out from behind the curtain. A gas mask covers her face as her long blonde hair falls to one side. She is holding a microphone looking up at the crowd, her red eyes glowing with the sirens.

I will be Queen!

She cackles as she drops the microphone lifting her arms up the sirens cut out. Poor Unfortunate Souls by Jonathan Young begins playing over the system as her arms go above her head in an X as her hashtag appears on the screen. #Queenslayer appears as blue spotlights appear on the ramp. She walks down the ramp letting her coat flow behind her as she drapes her arms to her side.

Roger Arden: His opponent! From Aokigahara Forest! Weighing in at 135lbs! The Ringmaster...The Queenslayer...The Last Ronin...THIS! IS! LEGION!!!!

She looks at the fans as she reaches the bottom of the ramp. She turns then raises her hands and the lights come on, she goes over to the steps slamming her hands down on them hard as she looks into the ring. She growls as she climbs up the stairs standing on the outside of the ring, she climbs through, taking the gas mask off looking at her opponent laughing as she climbs the turnbuckle, placing her hands above her head in an X once more as she drops down turning to face her opponent.

~DING DING DING~

Fuming with anger and fury barely restrained is the imposing Erik Holland standing across from a rather arrogant and disrespectful Legion who spits vile insults at her foe. He remains quiet, his breathing only getting heavier and harder as he grinds his palms together in wait.

The bell rings and he strides across the ring with evil intent residing in each and every step. Legion approaches quickly, throwing fists at her foe. The first finds its mark but the second is caught in Erik’s hand and answered with a hard shoulder ram to her chest, immediately preceded by a hard headbutt. She returns fire with one of her own, the two going back and forth until Legion’s skull is the first to give, Erik sending her staggering back towards the ropes. Stunned, she finds herself open to being grappled. Erik hoists her over his head and hurls her out of the ring as if she were human garbage.

Exiting the ring, he joins her outside. Legion slowly rises, a hand to her head. Erik wastes no time, moving in, lifting her up in his arms and depositing her on one shoulder. Spinning around, he promptly slams her through the nearby time keeper’s table with his infamous Re-Animator Slam. He rises, roaring like an angered dragon, fists raised in the air.

Legion slithers from the wreckage like a lesser serpent, a hand to the small of her back as Mr. Holland moves in quickly. He gathers a handful of her hair and yanks her to her feet. She answers the action with a few hard jabs into his ribs and a knee to his midsection. With Erik doubled over, she then drops her boot into his back with an axe kick, dropping him to his knees with a sharp cry of pain.

It was her moment now as Legion moved in like a vulture. She drives sharp elbows into his back and knees into his chest repeatedly and rather than weakening him, the pain begins to drive him. He catches her knee and forces himself to a stand. A few punches land into his back before he checks her with an elbow strike in the throat, then hurls her back into the ring. She rolls around on the canvas, clutching at her throat as Holland slides in after her.

He watches and waits as Legion gets to her feet. Thinking fast, she runs towards him despite her inability to breath, only to be dropped by his vaunted Plan 9 From Outer Space. He then picks her up on his shoulders and violently deposits her upon the canvas via his vaunted Toxic Avenger. While she is down, locks her in the Pandorum and within a few seconds of struggling in the middle of the ring, Erik forces her to tap out.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by submission! ERIK...HOLLAND!!!

Matt Salvatore: Now that’s what ya call a dominant victory!

Nick Hanson: Truly haunting dominance from The Haunted!

Matt Salvatore: You fucking nerd.

Nick Hanson: Well folks, if I had to wager a guess, that was a message to whoever it was that cost him the Silver Mountain Championship against Jasmine Matthews.

Matt Salvatore: Well, we know it wasn’t Maiko Adachi, so who was it?!

Nick Hanson: Hopefully, we’ll find out soon, because I think Erik Holland is on the warpath.

"Hearin' only what ye' wanna' here.... knowin' only what ye've heard...."

Molly Hatchet's voice echoes as she sings out only that line, the camera panning through an empty underground parking lot. One can hear the falls of boot clad feet against pavement, bouncing off of the concrete pillars and walls. From the darkness she emerges into a light that randomly flickers above her hooded head. She sports her full ring gear, black and green PVC leather pants with matching top, wrestling boots, black elbow pads, hand-tape, and her Ginger Ninja Hoodie. The Camera approaches her, bringing us closer to the Ginger Ninja by proxy. She regards the camera with her head inclined to the left, casting it a side-eyed glance.

Molly: Everyone hears the tale that I'm a sore loser. That because my team lost, I fawkin snapped and took it out on Lilith. I've also been branded a liar, coward, fraud, and many other horrible things. All of it mere word of mouth without any evidence to back it up. Truth be told, how can I hope to fight against the testimony of those who actually have committed the varying offenses they now blame me for?

She tilts her head towards the camera casting a somber gaze in it's direction.

Molly: The fact of the matter is that I've ne'er once claimed to be a one-hundred percent saintly creature from the heavens who can never do any wrong. What I did last week to Lilith Meadows was horrible, but I looked her in the eye as I did it. I didnae' strike her from behind as she did upon me. I couldnae' bring meself, despite all tha' rage and anger I felt in me heart, ta' do ta' her what she'd done to me despite how badly she provoked me through social media along with her Kingdom cohorts. I beat her savagely, but I couldn't finish it...That was tha' mistake I made and after everythin' that's happened? One that can easily be rectified.

Her eyes avert and she looks away from the camera, looking off into her head space.

Molly: I donnae' like this. I take no pleasure in cruelty or the infliction of pain on others despite the profession I work or the fun I have doin' it. There's a difference between a brutal match and an execution, yeah?

That gaze now looks down upon the floor, then back to the camera.

Molly: I tried really hard, ya know, to give her the benefit of tha' doubt... I said to meself, "Lilith wasnae' in her right mind. She was distraught over her loved one bein' hurt! She dinnae' think it through!" Yet after our match concluded at Ascension, there she was bein' a wee braggart and full of hot air, her chest puffed up because someone won tha' battle for her, that tha' Kingdom came out on top, Hashtag BEHOLD THA' KINGDOM!!!

Molly holds her arms out in grand fashion, as if symbolizing her hands holding the actual Kingdom up in them as she says their infamous catch phrase. She then drops her hands back down.

Molly: FAWK THA' KINGDOM!!! That was me first reaction ta' seein' that hashtag pop up afterward. The bitterness I had at losin' was actually quite short lived. I felt as if there'd been no justice in tha' world but had it ended there, I think we'd have been fine. I could've come back at a later time ta' take back tha' loss fer tha' team but no... Lilith decided ta' rub it in that little bit extra and it just got worse and worse as the week went on. Ya' see, tha' problem is that eventually, ya' get sick and fawkin' tired of bein' pushed ‘round and treated like trash. So ya' start thinkin' on it, plannin' it out in yer mind, and when tha time comes and yer there, ya' think about it a little more....

There's a bit of sadness in her eyes as she finally looks back to the camera.

Molly: ...I almost dinnae' go through it.... almost spared meself tha' horrible act that I was gonna' commit, but then I began rememberin' why this hurt me so much. Times I spent with Sativa Nevaeh, enjoyin' company and weed with her, of tha' first time I met Lily and Chrissy as Fire & Ice, and how grand they were as well as all tha' laughs I shared with them both, times we'd hung out together for things like cook outs and tha' like. That raucous fits of belly laughter that Morgan Payne would get from me with her tweets and raunchy sense of humor..... Even Moe Renhuan with her cute kawaii ways. I loved 'em like sisters and then they turned on me, laughed and mocked my misery while I laid in a hospital, not knowin' whether I was ever gonna' wake up or not...

With a shake of her head, a dark chuckle followed by a sigh passed through her lips.

Molly: Oh Mr. Callaway, how stupid ye'd have looked had I kept on sleepin' through that pay per view that you so callously booked me as a part of, regardless of my health or well bein', yeah? Still... Fortunate fer you, me work ethic kicked in and overrode me ailment. I showed up, fought tha' match, and then afterward, not only did I taste the bitter salt of defeat, but I also endured the heartlessness of someone I once called sister, mocking me after what she did to me and it was in that moment, that I realized that if I did nothin' at all, it'll ne'er end. I'll ne'er be able to live it down nor would it e'er stop if I just sat back and took it like the wee fawkin' betch they think I am!

Molly's jaw sets firmly as she clenches those fists tightly at her sides, quivering now as rage and anger began taking her over. She spoke through tightly clenched teeth.

Molly: KINGDOM... Ya' have no fawkin' clue how, with the exception of Serah Karen, better known as Jasmine Matthews, I loved each of you and was so deeply torn when you'd do things to me friends. I'd always say, "Oh they'll handle it, they'll be fine." What happens though? Ya' end up winnin' tha' fawkin' day all because I sat back and let it happen. The only part I was a coward for, was not steppin' up sooner to tha' evil ye' truly are. Yer insidious poison! I let ye' seep into me soul and twist me heart around yer fawkin' pinkies because I loved ye' as people outside of tha' ring.

Tears freely flow from her eyes as she stands there, quivering, and shaking.

Molly: I love you all so much and ye' took that love, crumpled it up, and threw it in tha' fawkin' trash ye' did. Ya' hurt me on such a deep level that when I had that moment of doubt... I refocused myself.

Slowly the shivering stops and she snorts back a bit of snot from her nose, then wipes it off.

Molly: I entered that room, locked tha' door, and Lilith had her back to me. I refused ta' hit her from behind, but tha' moment she turned ta' face me...

Molly reaches into her pocket and pulls out a small length of chain, which she quickly wraps around her fist and slams into her palm with a loud, clinking smack.

Molly: ...She got what was comin' to her and I kept hittin' her, smashing her, and then I saw the crowbar, her fawkin' momento fer what she did ta' me and I picked it up. I hesitated only fer a moment, when I saw the eyes of me old friend lookin' back at me, beggin' me to stop and at that point, the real pain hit me as I realized that I was startin' to enjoy it. I reveled in her fear and terror and I cracked her in the ribs with tha' crowbar that she'd nearly split me own skull with and was going to do more but the moment I hit her, the feelin' went away and who I was before surfaced. I prepared to break her fawkin' head as she had wanted to do to me, but I stalled... I couldnae' do it and before I realized it, I was in the arms of Ursula Von Rossbach, bein' carried down the hall fast.

The raw emotions coursing through her could be registered within the conflicting expressions of mania, anguish, and despair. One could easily see the tortured, trouble soul before them.

Molly: What came next, well... Every word said by every member of the Kingdom only reinforced everythin' I came to believe tha' moment Lilith did what she did to me, what I already knew but refused ta' see until finally it happened to me. From attackin' Cherry Addams to the promises of sweet release from the cruelty of life, Serah Karin and her lot are pure, fawkin' evil and whatever crimes I commit against decency & against them shall be forgiven fer they have perpetrated far more cruelty on others than I have me entire career. Tonight? This marks tha' change of all that as I step up to them and revel in tha' violence and bloodshed as me Scottish ancestors of old once did to any who dared be foolish enough ta' make enemies out of them.

Molly slams her fists into her chests and then reaches behind her back to pull out a pair of beautiful, custom made hatchets which she held out at her sides.

Molly: KINGDOM!!! TONIGHT, we take back our world that ye’ve ruled over unjustly as a sovereign nation fer far too long! Tha’ only thing I’m sorry fer is that I didnae’ move ta’ make it happen far sooner. Tonight marks the beginning of tha’ fawkin’ end….. HATCHET CLAN, REPRESENT!!!!

She then crosses them beneath her face as the unhinged smile of a true maniac spread across her face, physically symbolizing the Clan banner! It’s then that we see figures emerging from the shadows behind her. The entire Hatchet Clan stood behind a few feet behind her in their full ring gear; Melinda Rhodes, Dona Rotten, and Ursula Von Rossbach. We then cut back to ringside.
The instrumental opening of “The Dark Sentencer” begins to play as the spotlights hit the top of the ramp and Christina and Lilith stand there in their ring jackets. They hold their heads down as their theme fades out and “Flesh and Bones” now starts playing and two more spotlights appear beside the other two members of the The Kingdom and there stand Moe and Lluvia, heads down as well. As the music fades once again, “The Sound of Us” begins to play and as the lyrics kick in, all four women look up and make their way down the ramp. Christina flips the bird to the crowd as they walk down the ramp, Lluvia and Moe slap hands with some of the fans and behind the three of them, Lilith walks behind, expressionless and with a purpose.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, representing The Kingdom, Lluvia Cane, Moe Renhuan, Christina Olson, and Lilith Meadows!

The make it to the ring, Christina hopping up onto the apron, Moe following right behind her, Lluvia using the steps to walk up followed behind Lilith. Lilith steps into the ring first, followed by Lluvia and Christina and Moe use the ropes to flip into the ring. Christina stands up, winking at the camera as she takes off her ring jacket with Lilith behind her, the same focused, unemotional look on her face as she removes hers as well. Lluvia and Moe pose in opposite corners before hopping down and the four congregate in their corner and await their opponents.

#BLACK VULTURE'S CIRCLING THA' SSSSSKKKKYYYYYYYY!!!

As Halestorm's "Black Vulture's" hits those first wicked crooning guitar strokes, the entire stage explodes with a huge burst of pyro. When the smoke clears, we see standing on the stage the team of Melinda Rhodes, Ursula Von Rossbach, Dona Rotten, and Poison Dokueki all standing behind one Molly Hatchet with her arms crossed over her chest, a wicked grin on her face. She whips her arms out at her sides, shouts out, "WHO'S HERE FER AN ARSE WHUPPIN?!!!" then bursts down the ramp into a full sprint for the ring with Dona Rotten and Cherry Addams at either side of her, Ursula Von Rossbach keeping up with the two of them via long legged, effortless strides, Melinda Rhodes not too far behind.

Roger Arden: And their opponents, being accompanied to the ring by Melinda Rhodes, Molly Hatchet, Dona Rotten, Cherry Addams, and Ursula Von Rossbach, The Hatchet Clan!

Reaching ringside, Molly vaults high over the ropes with a tuck and roll landing onto her knees, arms out at her sides as both Cherry and Rotten hop onto the apron and then onto the ring posts. Molly hops to her feet as Ursula pulls herself up onto the apron and quickly enters the ring. The Rebel remains outside the ring, working the fans a bit at ringside with high fives and a little talk.

~DING DING DING~

Molly starts things off for her team and when Lilith sees that, she immediately motions for the rest of the Kingdom members to step out of the ring. The bell sounds and almost immediately, Moe reaches out and tags herself into the match. Lilith looks back, a slight look of anger on her face as Moe looks at her a little concerned. Moe steps into the ring and Lilith steps out, looking right at Molly with a look of anger and disgust over the events of last week. Moe and Molly circle the ring before tying up. Moe goes behind Molly into a waist lock. Molly though is able to reverse it and put Moe into a waist lock and deliver a belly to back suplex. She follows up by picking Moe up and sending her into the Hatchet Clan corner. Molly walks over and tags in Cherry who comes in and just delivers a chop to the chest that echoes throughout the arena.

Cherry Addams: You want to kick me in the face, bitch?

Cherry backs up and gets a running start, hitting Moe with a Yakuza kick in the corner before taking her and bringing her out of the corner and delivering a brainbuster. Cherry then reaches out and tags Dona into the match. Dona comes in and she picks Moe up. She sends Moe into the ropes, but as she hits the ropes, Lluvia reaches out and tags herself into the match. Moe comes off the ropes and runs right into a standing dropkick by Dona, but as she keeps her focus on Moe, Lluvia comes into the ring and turns Dona around and delivers a snap DDT to the woman. Lilith is on the ring apron, her hand outstretched, almost begging to be tagged in, but Lluvia picks Dona up and sends her into the ropes. Dona comes off the ropes and Lluvia takes her down with a Japanese armdrag. She keeps hold of the arm and puts Dona in an arm bar variation and pushes down on the shoulder. Dona makes it up to her feet after a few moments and delivers a few elbows to the midsection of Lluvia to gain a little separation. Dona takes Lluvia and delivers a Saito suplex. Dona then goes to hit the ropes, but as she does, Christina is there to deliver a kick to the back that stops Dona. Dona turns around, but that gives Lluvia enough time to recover and take Dona and deliver a single knee facebuster. Dona stumbles back, but right into her own corner where Ursula is there to make the tag.

Ursula comes into the ring, walking over to Lluvia who tries to deliver a couple of chops to the chest of Ursula, but they do nothing to the woman. Ursula simply grabs Lluvia and delivers The Great Slap that just drops Lluvia. Lilith is on the apron, stomping on the steps, jumping up and down, just wanting to get into the match. Ursula though picks Lluvia up and sends her into the ropes. Lluvia comes off the ropes and she’s taken right back down with a big boot right to the face. She then picks Lluvia up and delivers a Sambo chokeslam and goes for a cover. Christina comes in and breaks it up, but as she does, Ursula just grabs her by the wrists and gets up to her feet, delivering a bionic headbutt as Christina just crumbles to the mat. Moe comes in next and leaps, trying to take Ursula down, but the woman just catches Moe and delivers a tilt-a-whirl slam to her. Moe rolls out of the ring, grabbing at her back as Ursula focuses her attention back on Lluvia. She picks Lluvia up and goes for a gorilla press slam, but Lluvia is able wiggle out behind her and stumble into her corner where Lilith is the only one left and she finally tags herself into the match.

Lilith comes in and Ursula goes for a clothesline, but Lilith is able to duck under it and deliver a chop block that takes Ursula down to a knee. Christina is slowly recovering and gets up and into the ring. She hits the ropes and delivers a knee strike to the side of the head of Ursula before Lilith follows up with a short DDT that drives Ursula head first into the mat. Lilith gets up and she immediately turns her attention to the Hatchet Clan corner and charges in, delivering a forearm to Dona that drops her to the floor and then gives one to Cherry that drops her as well. She then stops, staring right at Molly. You can see the anger, the frustration on her face as she stares at the redhead on the apron. This distraction though is enough for Ursula to recover and turn Lilith around. She picks Lilith up and delivers a gorilla press drop. Lilith writhes around in pain as she clutches at her injured ribs. Ursula though doesn’t stop as she picks Lilith up and puts her in a bear hug. Lilith screams in pain as she’s ragdolled and then slammed into the mat with a spinebuster. Lilith is now close to the verge of tears as she clutches at her ribs. Ursula goes for a cover, but Lilith somehow manages to kick out at two. Molly reaches out her hand and calls for a tag. Ursula tags Molly in and the redhead picks Lilith up and sends her into the Hatchet Clan corner. Molly comes charging in, delivering a series of shoulder tackles to the midsection before tagging Ursula back into the match. Ursula grabs Lilith once again and lifts her up for a bearhug. She squeezes and Lilith screams out in pain, she tries to fight as Ursula continues squeezing and Lilith is on the verge of tears. You see the expression on her face get worse and soon enough she is tapping out and Ursula just drops Lilith to the mat.

~DING DING DING~

Lilith Meadows: They’re broken!

Christina rushes into the ring and kneels down beside Lil, grabbing her by the hand and glaring up at Ursula before flipping her the bird.The rest of the Kingdom immediately rushes to Lilith’s side as Sativa, Morgan, and Jasmine come running out from the back to attend to Lilith and the ref throws up the dreaded “X” and calls for the bell.

Roger Arden: Here are your winners as a result of submission, The Hatchet Clan!

Matt Salvatore: Lilith never should have been out here tonight competing. She risked herself and ended up paying the price for it.

Nick Hanson: You never like to see somebody injured, Matt. My heart goes out to Lilith and I hope it isn’t too serious.

The EMTs rush down to the ring to start getting Lilith on a stretcher to get her back to the ambulance and to a hospital as we see The Hatchet Clan standing in the ring and The Kingdom surrounding Lilith and Christina just staring daggers at Molly before flipping her off and they follow the stretcher from ringside and the show fades out.