Post by Steven Brody, CEO on May 19, 2020 6:28:38 GMT -8
Backstage of the NFW Collision Center, a wandering cameraman looks around, the camera shaking with his movements. There’s no sign of anyone...
“Down here, big guy!”
Finally, the camera is aimed downward -- revealing a child wearing a red and white angry mask, a black hoodie, a pair of denim shorts, and Skechers sparkly red shoes. The fans easily recognize her as Leina, Danielle Anderson’s step-daughter and Luthor Callaway’s little best friend. She folds her arms and huffs.
Leina Rael-Anderson (≖︿≖♥) “Listen up, everyone! My mom is innocent. She didn’t attack Lara Bratton because she was with me. There’s no way she could be in two places at once. Boom! Case closed.”
Her eyes narrow through the mask; she’s rather serious! The cameraman steps back, allowing the camera to pan and reveal her mother and Damon Cross a little ways down the hall from the second-grader. While Danielle is still casually dressed, Damon is geared up for his match. It seems strange after all this time to spot the man in wrestling gear again, more so when one spots the many wounds acquired over the last several months. He’s healing up well, but the marks will likely last forever. The conversation they’re having looks pretty serious…
Damon Cross: That woman is dangerous, Danielle. That isn’t to say you can’t beat her in the ring, because I fully believe that you can. But she refuses to hear anything to the contrary of her own opinion on this situation you two have been arguing about. You know what fanatical belief does to a person…
Danni Anderson (︶︹︺✿) I know…
She takes a deep breath and lets out a soft sigh.
Danni Anderson (︶︹︺✿) Now that we’re actually here…? I dunno. I don’t really wanna fight Jansen. Not because I’m afraid of her, but because I feel like it’s not going to end well. Win or lose, I have a bad feeling…
Picking up on their conversation, Leina turns from the camera and marches her way over to her mother. She takes off her mask and looks up with a pout.
Leina Rael-Anderson (>︿<♥) Don’t let her get to you, mom! You’re innocent in all this. You know it. I know it.
She then glances up at Damon.
Leina Rael-Anderson (>︿<♥) Damon knows it. So just kick some ass!
Damon Cross: I do. And besides… I’ll be keeping an eye on things from the back. So if anyone tries to step in that doesn’t belong?
He offers her a reassuring smile, his finger curled under Danielle’s chin. But in those eyes of his, there is something not affectionate at all; he has ill intentions on anyone who tries to hurt her.
Damon Cross: I’ll see to them personally. First things first, however. This loudmouth Aiden Reynolds has some harsh words to answer for. I will see you when the match is over.
The Sweetheart Esper can easily sense her boyfriend’s protective nature. She offers him a smile, raises herself up on the tips of her toes, and kisses his forehead.
Danni Anderson (◡‿◡✿) Good luck, my Blackguard. We’ll be waiting back here for you, okay?
Leina’s nose wrinkles a little. She seems to be a little… guarded? Perhaps she’s still not entirely sure what to think of the Saint of Bones. But that’s all right. Damon offers the young lady a smile as well before bringing up his hood and walking towards the entrance to the arena. After almost a year out of action, it was time to get back in the mix...
CROWD
NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!
AUSSIE WOLF!
~sign flip~
LET’S GO AIDEN!
THE BLACK RONIN RETURNS!
CH-CH-CH-CH-CH--
~sign flip~
CHERRY BOMB!
I WANNA JOIN CLAN HATCHET!
LET’S START A RIOT!
ONSLAUGHT RULES!
WE LOVE YOU CASS!
RONNIE WANTS SOME HEAD….
~sign flip~
….LINER!
TAP SOME SAC!
I LOVE THE SHADOWS TOO!
OOH RAH! LET’S GO!
JANSEN’S GONNA MYRRHDER YOU!
I’M A FIRESTARTER!
~sign flip~
YOU’RE A FIRESTARTER!
URSULA’S COMING!
~sign flip~
GET TO DA CHOPPA!
Nick Hanson: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to NFW Collision, episode 76!
Matt Salvatore: Been a long damn time running, Nick. We’ve been going strong ever since we relaunched back in February of 2018 and it’s showing. The roster is stacked and it keeps on stacking!
Nick Hanson: We’ve been putting on some of our best shows ever this year, Matt, and it’s still only May!
Matt Salvatore: We had our 75th episode last week and it’s only getting better, Nick!
Nick Hanson: That it is, Matt! Let’s get on with the show, folks!
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The camera watches as Keiji Sugawara climbs out of his car, a smile on the Asian man's face as he grabs his bag out of the trunk. He turns around, just in time for Vanita Thompson to drill him with the VAIN SHOT, knocking him back against the car, stunned, as Thompson throws another VAIN SHOT at the confused superstar, knocking him cold as he slumps down the side of the car.Nick Hanson: Whoa! Hey! C’mon, now!
Matt Salvatore: The fuck is this?! These two got a tag match against each other tonight!
Nick Hanson: Vanita Thompson just laid Keiji Sugiwara out with that kick! We need some help! Get her outta here!
Vanita smirks, kicking the downed wounded man across the face with a smirk, walking away with her arms crossed over her chest. The cameraman shouts for help, just as Lash Donohue pulls up, jumping out of his car and scooping up his friend, yelling at everyone to get outta the way as he carried his tag partner to the infirmary.
Nick Hanson: Well thank god, Lash showed up! That was uncalled for!
Matt Salvatore: I’ll fucking say!
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Opening Match - Singles Contest
Damon Cross v. Aiden Reynolds
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Opening Match - Singles Contest
Damon Cross v. Aiden Reynolds
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...
The words come from the lips of a scared, angry man in the darkness, the sounds of life going on in the background as he monologues until the opening notes of Ra's "Fallen Angels" takes over. To a very mixed reaction, Damon Cross walks out onto the stage with hood of a sleeveless sweatshirt up and over his head. Dropping unleashes his mop of unruly black hair and shows his too-bright eyes staring out from beneath them.
Roger Arden: Introducing first, making his New Frontier debut! Weighing in at 213 pounds! From The French Quarter! He is The Black Ronin! DAMON...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!"
Taking a deep breath and rubbing his face with taped hands, Damon shakes his head hard a few times and starts down the ramp. Leaping up to the apron, he wipes his soles on the edge before stepping in between the ropes. Tossing the hoodie side, Damon checks his own pads and rotates his wrists and neck a bit, trying to get himself loose for the match. He never takes his eyes off what's before him, locking in on the moment and putting his all into gearing up to the point that any further fan reaction is lost on him.
Roger Arden: And his opponent….
Massface's "Black Water" Aiden comes flying out from the back high fiving fans, he runs to the ring and starts walking up the steps before stopping and raising a fist in the air. He moves to the apron and climbs to the top rope raising his fist in the air again turning it to the metal horns before grabbing the top rope and cartwheeling into the ring.
Roger Arden: From Gold Coast, Queensland, Australia! Weighing in at 220 pounds! The Australian Wolf! AIDEN...REYNOLDS!!
~DING DING DING~
Reynolds and Cross meet in the center with Reynolds immediately going into the trash talk over their previous exchanges. Cross simply stood there with a cold, intense look of focus in his eyes before Aiden finally motioned for him to bring it and backed up. The two began circling the ring before coming together for a collar and elbow tie up. Reynolds quickly took the opening advantage with an arm wringer and flipped it into a wristlock, pushing Cross down almost to his knees but Cross powered back up and reversed it into a hammerlock on Reynolds. The Aussie Wolf reversed out of that and got behind Cross with stiff forearms to the back of the neck. Three sent Cross bouncing into the ropes and back right into a German Suplex with a bridge for an early pin attempt. Cross kicked out but Reynolds came up and caught him on the rise for a Snap DDT. He held on and pulled Cross up, attempting a Snap Suplex next but Cross blocked it. Once, twice. Cross then broke free of the Suplex hold and caught Reynolds around the waist, sending him up and over with a magnificent Greco-Roman Throw to put a brief pause in the action so he could regain composure.
Reynolds got to his feet and Cross shot in low for his legs, hitting a Double Leg Takedown where he went for a Sharpshooter but Reynolds managed to get a foot free and pushed him away. Cross went with the push, however, hitting the ropes and rushed back in, nailing a Yakuza Kick right to Reynold’s face that laid him flat and left him open for a cover. Two count for Cross before Reynolds kicked out. Cross picked Reynolds up for a Snap Suplex but Reynolds prevented it with shots to the ribs before he was able to get loose from the hold and laid into Cross with some stiff Aussie Strong Style forearms. This left Cross dazed enough that Reynolds whipped him off the ropes and hit a sick Hiptoss Neckbreaker on the Black Ronin. Reynolds hit the ropes for a Somersault Senton and another two count before he went to pick Cross up again only for Cross to come back with a Firemen’s Carry Takedown before locking in a Seated Fujiwara Armbar. Reynolds yelled out in pain as Cross really cinched it in but he managed to reach the ropes and Cross broke the hold at 4, showing he still had a bit of that dark side in him. Cross picked Reynolds up again and lifted him up for a Lungblower but Reynolds threw a couple of punches down onto his head before countering with a Hurricanrana that sent Cross to the mat and rolling out onto the floor. He barely had time to gather himself before Reynolds came running out with a Suicide Dive that sent both men crashing into the barricade. Aiden Reynolds was up first, however and picked up Damon Cross, running his face down into the steel. Cross bounced off and staggered over to the apron where Reynolds ran his face into that. Reynolds went to run Cross’ face into the ringpost but Cross brought his hands up, elbowed Reynolds in the ribs to loosen his grip on him then ran HIS face into the ringpost before throwing him back in under the bottom rope and making it up onto the apron at 14.
Cross waited for Reynolds to roll over onto his back before coming up and springing off of the ropes for WHITE REDEMP--NO! Reynolds got the knees up, right into Cross’ back! As both men worked on getting to their feet Reynolds called for the end and ran off the ropes to hit GOLDEN FLA--NO! Cross exploded up and rushed him, hitting a Running STO! Reynolds pushed himself up, however and Cross came in to go for a German Suplex but Reynolds threw his head back for a headbutt, breaking Cross’ hold before nailing him with a Pele Kick! Cross staggered back and turned away from Reynolds. The Aussie Wolf ran in, going for an STO Backbreaker, but Cross managed to scout it and twisted out of the grapple, putting himself behind him where he moved quickly and threw on a half nelson chokehold! FATHER’S SIN! LOCKED IN TIGHT! Cross took Reynolds down to the mat, choking the life out of him until Reynolds opted to just tap Cross’ arm, ending the match. Cross held on for just a couple of seconds, almost to get a point across before he let go and got to his feet.
~DING DING DING~
Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by submission...The Black Ronin...DAMON...CROSS!!!
Nick Hanson: Impressive victory by the debuting Damon Cross, ladies and gentlemen!
Matt Salvatore: I’ll say! Take nothing away from Aiden Reynolds. He made Cross fight for this one.
As Damon Cross’ music played, he and Aiden Reynolds stared each other down for a few seconds before Cross put his hand out in an offer of sportsmanship. Reynolds thought about it, even looking like he wanted to turn away but the fans gave a pop and applauded as the Australian Wolf nodded and shook the Black Ronin’s hand firmly.
Nick Hanson: Yeah! There we go! Look at that!
Matt Salvatore: Good shit!
Winner: Damon Cross
Result: Submission
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The door slams open, and Lash Donohue enters, still in his street clothes. He’s obviously just come from the infirmary. He runs a hand over his dreads, seething as he stands there.Result: Submission
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Lash Donohue: Luthor, are you fuckin HIGH? Drunk? Had a big ass boozy lunch on NFW's dime, did we?
Lash angrily tilts his head, holding out a palm incredulously.
Lash Donohue: Now, I dunno if this is just your limited knowledge of this business talking, but correct me if I'm wrong. A tag match requires TWO. How in the almighty fuck am I supposed to do this?
Lash takes in a breath and his cheeks puff out as he exhales..
Lash Donohue: I mean, I'ma do this, just because the fakkin' world is convinced I can't, but what the fuckin fuck, Calloway? What are you paying them useless rent-a-cops for anyway??
Luthor has his feet up on his desk, but he swings around in his chair, boots hitting the floor as he rises to cross the room and get face to face with Lash, a scowl on his bearded face.
Luthor Callaway: Now listen to me, you little shitstain. I can’t police the whole damned arena from open to close. You've been pushing Vanita and Crowley’s buttons for how long now? Now, I know you need a partner tonight, and I got just the person. So take your goofy little ass to the locker room, and get ready for your match.
Luthor angrily urges Lash out of his office as the scene switches.
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As a lull of sound rises within the Collision Center, the episode switches to the backstage area where a camera operator catches Cass Baumer anxiously walking through the backstage hallway with her hands tucked into her black cargo pants before her upcoming matchup against Ronnie North. Ahead of her, Moe turns to Morgan as the veteran Kingdom member is wrapping her hands for her match, the two having gone quiet the moment an approaching Cass catches their eye with a camera in tow.Cass Baumer: Hey! Moe?! Morgan?!
Moe Renhuan: Oh! Hey Cass. What's up?
Cass walks closer and takes her hands out of her pockets, arching her back with her hands cupping the back of her head lazily with a forced smile.
Cass Baumer: Eh, the usual. I haven’t been able to keep my mind off this Ronnie match I’ve got later tonight. I needed to get out of that locker room and move, y’know? Get that blood pumpin’! What about you guys?
Morgan Payne: Nah much. Makin’ sure Mojo’s ready to bust Cherry like a fuckin...well...cherry!
Cass chuckles at the comment, casually leaning against the wall in her blue Griffin Hawkins’ t-shirt sold at the NFW online shop.
Cass Baumer: You gonna win out there, Momo? Or nah? Cherry might just shut down the power of the whole arena before you get the chance.
Moe Renhuan: Yeah, I fully intend to stomp a vertical mudhole in Cherry Addams tonight. Payback’s a bitch, and Moe brought her checkbook.
Morgan pauses in wrapping Moe’s hands to laugh at her quip. She then continues wrapping. Cass makes sure to check her own hands, assuring her own wrist tape is nice and snug around her palms as well.
Morgan Payne: Crazy ass, chick.
Here, Morgan looks up at Cass again.
Morgan Payne: What ‘bouchu? Yo, why da fuck you callin’ aht Ronnie North, anyway? He peek atchu in da shower or summat?
Moe laughs, but quickly composes herself. Cass gestures dismissively with her arm.
Cass Baumer: Nah, nah! It ain’t like that. At least not that I’ve heard! See, at Collision #70, the match on the card was the same. Me versus Ronnie North. And the thing is, Ian Dickenson interfered. I’m to blame for getting distracted, but I still feel like I gotta redeem myself. Like I’ve gotta beat Ronnie one-on-one to make things right. I let Ron get in my head before the match, so I wanted to try to feel some kind of conclusion. Does that make sense? Am I weird?
Morgan finishes with Moe’s hands and pulls out her Newports. Goes to stick one in her mouth.
Morgan Payne: Nah, you good. Just wonderin’ is all but nah that makes sense….
As she brings up her lighter, an offscreen staff member protests her cigarette in doors.
Staff Worker: No smoking, Miss P--
Morgan Payne: EAT MY FUCKIN’ ASS, JAGOFF!
Morgan’s snap silences the man and she lights her Newport, finally. Cass’ blue eyes go wide like dinner plates. After Morgan has lit the cigarette, Moe takes it, takes a drag, and places it back between Morgan's lips with a wink before exhaling. Morgan winks back. Baumer turns to Moe.
Cass Baumer: Ian interfered in our match too, remember? So one of these days, I’d really love to have a rematch with you, Moe. No bullshit. No interference. Just us. And after the match, we’ll shake hands and all head out to eat at the nearest crappy diner in town!
Moe Renhuan: Anytime you wanna match Cass, I'm down. Unlike some people on this roster, not naming any names, specifically those of the soon to be hospitalized, you're my friend. I'd be happy to throw down with you again in an exhibition match.
The two shake on it, officially agreeing to the match at a later date!
Cass Baumer: I’ve gotta focus on Ronnie tonight, though. You two got any wise words of advice for me?
Morgan Payne: Yeah, flash ya g-string and kick him in da fuckin’ dick.
Scary enough, Morgan says this with a straight face and drags on her cigarette again. Moe takes it again, taking another drag before passing it back.
Cass Baumer: So that’s what NF is teaching these days?
Cass smirks with her tongue firmly in her cheek, obviously joking.
Morgan Payne: NF taught me there ain’t no fuckin’ rules so….
Morgan shrugs dismissively and flicks some ashes away from her cigarette. The former smoker eyes Morgan’s cigarette with curiosity, shoving her hands back into her cargo pants.
Cass Baumer: Hey, now that IS advice I can use. What about you, Moe? What’s the Kingdom been teachin’ you?
Moe Renhuan: Well, I've been training with Mary and Lluvia mostly. But you know what? My advice to you Cass? Go out there and show them why we recognize you as a loyal supporter.
Moe takes the cigarette from Morgan, taking a final drag before leaning forward and kissing her on the cheek. Cass smiles at Moe’s words, more enthusiastic about the upcoming match with Ronnie than ever until she spots the staff member approach again.
Staff Worker: Moe! It’s time.
Moe Renhuan: I'm coming! Keep your damned shirt on! Wish me luck?
Morgan Payne: Beat dat ass, Mojo.
Moe hugs Morgan, then turns to Cass, hugging her too.
Cass Baumer: You’re gonna do Anime-zing, Moe. You always do. Now show the world you’re the motherfrickin’ princess!
Morgan reaches down offscreen, suddenly brandishing “Chloe.”
Morgan Payne: And hey, if them fuckin’ cunts o’Cherry’s decide t’pop around, yanno whassup.
She slaps the business end of the studded shillelagh into her other hand and winks with a click of her tongue at Moe.
Moe doesn't say anything, simply nodding before smacking Morgan on the butt with a smirk and a wink. She fist bumps Cass before rolling her eyes at the staff member trying to rush her as she steps out of the camera’s frame. We cut to elsewhere in the arena, Collision #76 in full swing!
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Singles Match
Moe Renhuan v. Cherry Addams
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!Singles Match
Moe Renhuan v. Cherry Addams
The arena goes dark as heavy strobe lights begin to flash with the tempo as "Super Shooter" blares through the speakers. The Tron lights up first, displaying the graphic that reads BEHOLD THE KINGDOM before it shatters to show an anime girl with pink hair and a gas mask on, dancing around the frame. The camera zooms in and out on random sections of the crowd before coming to a stop and zooming in on the stage as Moe Renhuan steps onto the stage, LED katana in hand and gas mask on her face.
♫ Now listen yo!
People put your guns up
Mazu ore ga run dat
Hashira mawatte yatsura wo
gun shot! ♫
Roger Arden: Introducing first, representing The Kingdom! She is one half of the Queen’s Guard! Weighing in at 137 pounds! Residing in Asheville, North Carolina! She is the Anime-zing...MOE...RENHUAN!!!!
Moe begins to dance, the 'sword' in her hand spinning and flashing with colored lights, as do the 'filters' on the gas mask on the lower half of her face. She stops and turns, looking out over the crowd and then looking down the ramp toward the ring.
♫ Brand new sound
Sou still survival
Here come sound boy
kono sekai ni ikirou ♫
Moe skips down to ringside, stopping at the bottom of the ramp and looking around at the crowd again before climbing up onto the apron and posing for the cameras with the sword. She sets it down on the apron before seductively climbing between the top and middle ropes, pausing to turn back and wink at the camera. Once inside she does a single lap before going to her corner and climbing up to sit on the top turnbuckle and wait for the match to begin.
Roger Arden: Her opponent!
The lights go out as “Summer Breeze” by Type O Negative comes on through the speakers. The lights come on around the ramp and stage as a dark, eerie red shade. Almost reaching violet as candles light up along the stage and a glowing red pentagram lights up on the center of the stage. Each point of the pentagram has a burning candle on the end. Throughout the audience, lighters are seen, helping to set the mood of the scene.
See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evenin' on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin' through the window, lets me know everything is alright
As the lyrics start, the center of the pentagram is revealed, upon closer inspection, to be hollowed out. Suddenly, however, it is slowly filled as the panel below raises up, bringing “The Walking Contradiction” Cherry Addams, up onto the stage. Cherry is crouched but once the panel is raised in place, she slowly, sensually, stands to her feet, slowly spreading out her arms like a demon stretching her arms upon her ascent to Earth.
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Roger Arden: “From The Endless Void!!! Weighing in at 165 pounds! She is The Walking Contradiction! CHERRY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!!”
Cherry Addams steps out of the pentagram, approaching the ring seductively and methodically as she watches the ring with a blood thirsty little smile on her lips.
See the paper layin' in the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor
Upon reaching the ring, Cherry climbs up onto the apron and flexibly slides under the bottom rope, moving to her corner.
~DING DING DING~
As our match begins, we see Moe Renhuan immediately launch herself out the gate at Cherry, but Cherry’s able to counter into a pop-up European Uppercut almost out the gate! She looks for an early cover, but doesn’t net a damn thing as Moe immediately gets her shoulder up! Cherry uses her height and weight advantage to keep Moe at arm’s length and down to the ground as she batters her with heavy strikes to the head and chest, before throwing her into the ropes and looking for a roaring elbow, but Moe manages to duck it, hitting the ropes and nailing Cherry with a roundhouse kick that CRACKS with sickening sound as it snaps into Cherry’s head! Cherry staggers, but doesn’t go down, so Moe looks for another roundhouse, but Cherry spins her around and BEAMS her with a wicked elbow to the head! Moe slumps over, and Cherry goes for a cover, but only nets a two!
We approach the middle of the match, and Moe appears to have taken control back, but not without having some vengeance exacted upon her. Bruising has started to appear on Moe’s neck and chest, likely from repeated chops from Cherry. Moe looks for a running superkick to Cherry, but Cherry pops her up again and catches her with a knee lift on her way down! Moe looks to be staggered, and Cherry looks for a suplex, but Moe manages to evade it. Moe sweeps Cherry with a rough roundhouse kick to the brain, and looks for her Sunset Flip Backbreaker-AND SHE HITS IT! The Cybernetic Augmentation might be enough to keep Cherry down, but not for longer than a two count! Cherry gets back to her feet, and throws Moe into the opposing corner as she looks for a European Uppercut, but Moe leapfrogs her! Moe looks for a pele kick, and she gets it! Cherry is staggered in the corner as Moe hits a massive Meteora to her, and goes for a cover-but again, only a two count!
As we approach the ending, Cherry appears to have the momentum heading into the end of this match. She looks for her Lamb to the Slaughter, but Moe ducks out of the corner, sending Cherry’s head into the top buckle. Cherry staggers, and Moe looks for an Inverted Frankensteiner, spiking her into the mat before rolling back to her feet! Moe looks for her Front Flip DDT, but Cherry counters it with a toss! She looks for Lamb to the Slaughter again, but Moe manages to counter it mid-run into Attack on Titan! She scores the pin, and the win!
~DING DING DING~
Roger Arden: Here is your winner! MOE...RENHUAN!!!
Nick Hanson: Think it’s over, Matt?
Matt Salvatore: Haha! Hell no, I doubt it, Nick.
Winner: Moe Renhuan
Result: Pinfall
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As we cut from ringside to backstage. We see one of NFW's newest signees Teresa Duke. She is wearing an NFW tee-shirt, black jeans, and Nike Trainers. Teresa big curly hair flaring out proudly. In most cases, Teresa Duke is a complete unknown to most wrestling fans. But unlike most people she didn't get her start on the indies learning her craft, she was able to attend a training center for a cult size company in California and was signed right way to a development contract, through development she made her way to her first big-time company MHW.Result: Pinfall
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Even though her run there was short, not only making friends Teresa was able to win her very first championship. After the company folded it wasn't the end of the line, one of the friends she made told her about NFW and she decided to give it a shot and find a new home.
Walking around the for a little bit, She suddenly happens upon the Catering area. Looks over the food, smelling the wonder's aromas. She asks a guy nearby was it free. Which he stated it was.
Teresa processes to grab a plate and getting a stacked plate of delicious food. A group of shinny women walks by looking at Teresa and giggling at her staked plate.
Teresa Duke: "What's so funny? Is it about my plate? Because if it is I want to hear the joke as well.
The girls make nasty looks at Teresa walking away.
Teresa Duke: "Don't hate on the thick gurl. Because I have all the curves in all the right places, unlike y'all."
We see Teresa taking another bite of her food, making an annoyed look on her face. Walking away with a beautiful smile on her face. The scene fades to black as we make our way to another shot.
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We cut backstage to a dimly-lit storage room, where Ian Dickenson and Ebony Arceri can be seen staring into the camera in their ring gear. Ian is standing in front of the camera with his arms crossed, while Ebony is sitting on top of a large wooden crate. Ian takes a slow, deep breath, then begins to speak.Ian: In one week, Onslaught heads into the gauntlet for a chance to take on the NFW Tag Team Championships at Reckoning Day.
Ebony smirks a little before chiming in.
Ebony: Five teams, one goal.
Her smirk shifts into a light chuckle.
Ebony: But first, Ian and I will step into the ring with one of those teams...
Ian: The Second City Riot Squad.
Ebony hops down from the crate, her feet echoing through the cavernous room as they hit the floor. She can’t help but smirk, not at the echo, but at their tendency to finish each other’s sentences.
Ebony: More often than not, the others would look down at us and say that we don’t deserve to take part in this, but ever since we started teaming up, look at the numerous tag teams that have wound up on the losing end of a match against us. And while I could stand here and name drop until I’m blue in the face...
She shrugs, shaking her head.
Ebony: Our actions speak far louder than our words ever could.
Ian: The bottom line is that it’s only a matter of time before the NFW Tag Team Championship belts are around our waists.
He motions with his hands across his waist as Ebony nods her head in agreement. Both members of Onslaught have wide, confident smiles on their faces.
Ian: Tonight, Second City Riot Squad will get a preview of what’s to come in the Tag Team Gauntlet, but if they think we’re looking past them, then they need to think again.
Ebony: We’re focused on the here and now, and the fight that’s in front of us.
Ian: Second City Riot Squad, you may have the home field advantage, but we don’t plan on losing any steam heading into the Gauntlet next week...
Ian turns away from the camera, but turns his head to look back over his shoulder. Ebony continues to face the camera for a moment, shrugging one shoulder.
Ebony: Nothing personal, of course.
She turns around and starts walking away, with Ian following her out of frame. Before they step out of view of the camera, Ebony’s hand can be seen reaching for the back of her leg, just below the hem of her shorts.
Ebony: Son of a bitch… I think that crate snagged my fishnets….
The couple’s conversation trails off, with Ebony muttering in mild annoyance until the scene fades out.
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Backstage we find the three members of the Second City Riot Squad as they are preparing for their match later tonight against Onslaught. Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz are already in mid conversation when the cameras arrive. Meanwhile, Jed Coffey is in the background standing still in a tree pose with his hands clasped together silently entering a zen state.Layla Diaz: Yo, dis is straight booty. When are weez finna jus start rollin’ up on deez lil’ bishes and start declarin’ ourselves dat ish ‘round her?
Diaz has always been the hothead of the group. Then again, she’s the youngest and most naive. To Leah, she proved a point but, still, she learned a long time ago everything is about timing.
Leah Aguero: Believe me. I get it. You’ve got a hunger. You act like I don’t have that same ideology but I do. I’m just not going to go flying off the handles and end up screwing things up. Kwon brought us into NFW for a reason. We will get what’s coming to us but you need to be patient. This isn’t about coming in and demanding title shots when we’ve only been here for two months. You don’t want to be like some of these pathetic whiny babies that expect everything to be handed to them on a silver platter. You’ve got to earn it.
Layla Diaz: Shit, we’ve taken out every damn team dey trown at us so far. I’ma jus sayin’. When are we finna get some respect ‘round her?
Leah Aguero: You’ll start getting some respect when you start respecting yourself and that’s all that you should be worried about. Most of the teams around here… they aren’t going to show you respect. You came up in here making enemies on day one. We attacked people with clout around here in order to get attention and we got just that. All eyes were on us and what was to come next. We took out Bloody Fairytale in that six man.
Layla Diaz: An all people finna talk ‘bout is how Ginga Bitch got involved and dat’s why we won.
Leah Aguero: We beat them again the next week in a tag match.
Layla Diaz: An dey jus sayin’ we won cuz dey got distracted by Mighty J ova her.
Leah Aguero: We took out the Queen’s Guard without someone getting involved.
Layla Diaz: We did do dat didn’t we?
Leah Aguero: And two weeks ago we took out Blood Fairytale again… and before you say anything yes it was turned into a handicap match and we took on Christina Olson solo. Just listen to what I’m saying. No matter how many times you and I walk out of that ring with our hands raised high in the air someone is going to give you an excuse. Someone is going to try to place the blame on someone else all because of their own misdoings. That’s the culture we live in nowadays. No one can simply man up and own their mistakes. You were given the chance to get us a shot at the tag titles. Who do we have to blame for losing that match?
Layla Diaz: Dat one falls on me, yo.
Leah Aguero: You see? You own it. You use it. You failed to get us a shot at the NFW Tag Titles and tonight is your shot at redemption. Ebony Arceri beat you. She pinned you 1...2...3 right there in the middle of the ring and there was nothing you could do about it. Tonight, tonight you can do something about it. Ian Dickenson and her EARNED that title shot when she beat you but Onslaught failed in their quest for the gold. Tonight, we show exactly why #SCRS should have been in that title match to begin with. Tonight, we rack up another tag victory here in NFW and you know what?
Layla Diaz: What?
Leah Aguero: When all is said and done. When we beat Onslaught tonight. If they have their excuses lined up. If they say they were distracted by Jed. If they say the ring ropes were still wet. If they say they slipped or the referee got in the way or the light was in their eyes that’s on them. Everyone’s going to have their reasons why they lost the match. We’re SCRS, baby. We’re the Second City Riot Squad and we get the job done BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY.
Layla Diaz: Dats what I’ma sayin’ doe. Bah any means necessary. I say we jus run up on dey asses and BAM we got da advantage southside style.
Leah Aguero: Do I produce results?
Layla Diaz: Fo sho!
Leah Aguero: Am I afraid to get down and dirty and spill a little blood.
Layla Diaz: Naw, dawg.
Leah Aguero: There is a method to my madness. I’m not afraid to scrap with the biggest baddest dog in the yard. But you got to work smart. Strike when you see the opening. If you’re just going to run up in there half cocked you’re gonna get shot. You plan on going out a martyr or something?
Layla Diaz: It ain’t like dat, Leah. I’ma jus tryin’ ta be me.
Leah Aguero: There’s a reason why I plucked you out of that school down in Corpus Christi. I saw something in you. I still see something in you. You want to go out there and throw hands with Ian? He’s 6’5” 250 pounds. You’re 5’1” 126 pounds. How’s that exchange going to go? Work smart, not reckless. He’s a big motherfucker. Use your speed. Catch him off guard. He’s going to try to take you down and hurt you. Stick and move where you can.
Layla Diaz: An da otha one? Ebs or sometin’ like dat?
Leah Aguero: You’ve been in the ring with her before. You’ve been able to feel her out. Just don’t get arrogant like last time. We need to work as a unit tonight but that’s nothing new. We’re here for a reason. Kwon chose the Second City Riot Squad because we produce results. She has the faith in us to keep racking up wins and get our shot at the straps when the time comes. Until that day comes, we do what we do best. Fight. I don’t give a shit if someone doesn’t respect me. I respect myself and that’s all that matters. When we get our shot at the NFW Tag Team Titles we’re going to have a long list of haters but when you look back on them you’ll see they’ve all been put down SCRS style. Yo, Jed.
Leah Aguero snaps her fingers to get Jed’s attention. He snaps out of his trance in a daze.
Jed Coffey: Yeah, I’ll take a McDouble no pickles, a McChicken with cheese and a Diet Coke, no ice.
Jed Coffey looks around and realizes he is still at the Collision Center and not at McDonalds.
Leah Aguero: You ready for this?
Jed Coffey grabs ahold of his long locks and pulls it up into a man bun.
Jed Coffey: I’m on Schmuck Patrol, my beeshes. Let’s go get this win and then off to smash some weights and eat a fucking steak.
Jed Coffey walks out of the room as Leah just looks over at Diaz with an odd look on her face.
Leah Aguero: Your boyfriend is fucking weird.
Leah and Diaz turn and follow Jed out into the hallway as we go back to the ring.
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Tag Team Match
Second City Riot Squad v. Onslaught
Tag Team Match
Second City Riot Squad v. Onslaught
“Killing in the Name” by Rage Against the Machine starts playing over the sound system as the lights begin to slowly go in and out. As the hook begins, the lights come on fully and Jed Coffey is standing at the top of the entrance with his arms folded.
Killing in the name of
The fans immediately begin to boo the man as they know the rest of the Second City Riot Squad contingent is not far behind.
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz arrive from out behind Coffey on either side. Diaz is sporting her typical red and black half lucha mask as Leah has a black bandana covering her face from the nose down and a backward baseball cap pulling her hair back. After posing at the top of the entrance, the trio start to make their way towards the ring, ignoring the heat they are receiving from the fans.
Roger Arden: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Jed Coffey, from Chicago, Ilinois, Leah Aguero, Layla Diaz, The Second City Riot Squad!
Ugh!
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of
Jed Coffey is the first one up on the apron. He sits on the middle rope as both Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz enter the ring. He fist bumps both his SCRS mates before hopping down and waiting on the outside to watch the match.
As the opening riff of “Creatures” blares over the sound system, red lights flood the stage. Ebony and Ian step through the curtains, pausing at the center of the stage. With both wrestlers facing the ring, Ebony crouches down in front of Ian, pointing straight ahead as Ian raises his arms, a wicked glare in his eyes as he stares at the ring. Ebony stands up and the pair walk down the ramp to the ring.
Roger Arden: And their opponents, Ebony Arceri, Ian Dickenson, they are Onslaught!
Ebony ascends the ring steps first, with Ian close behind her. Ian scales the turnbuckles from the outside as Ebony stands on the apron. Ebony throws her head back and lets out a shrill scream as Ian bellows from his corner perch, then as Ian jumps down into the ring, Ebony slingshots herself over the top rope. They then move toward their corner and wait for the match to begin.
~DING DING DING~
Ian and Leah start things off for their team as the two of them circle the ring. Ian though comes right in, taking Leah down with a clothesline to start the match. Ian picks Leah up and sends her into the ropes. Leah comes off the ropes and as she does, she gets met with a spinning heel kick. Ian then picks her up and goes for a double underhook suplex, but Leah is able to counter out of the move and deliver a series of forearm smashes that staggers Ian. Leah then hits the ropes and when she comes off, she leaps and delivers a shotgun style dropkick that sends Ian out through the ropes and to the floor. Leah then tags Layla into the match who immediately climbs to the top rope and delivers a somersault plancha to the outside right onto Ian! Layla gets up, picking Ian up and getting him back into the ring. Layla uses the ropes to slingshot in and deliver a senton splash to Ian before tagging Leah back into the match. They pick Ian up and send him into the ropes. Ian comes off the ropes and he is met with a double back elbow before Leah and Layla deliver a double elbow drop and Layla gets out of the ring as Leah hooks the leg for a nearfall.
Leah goes over and tags Layla into the match who climbs up to the top rope once again. Leah picks Ian up and delivers an axe kick that takes Ian down before Layla comes off the top rope and delivers a frog splash right onto the back of Ian. She then turns Ian over and once again hooks the leg, only for Ebony to come in and break up the pin this time. The ref is dealing with Ebony as Layla sends Ian into their corner and Leah uses the tag rope to start choking Ian. As Ebony gets out of the ring, Leah stops and when the ref turns around, Layla makes the tag. Leah comes in and pulls Ian out of the corner. She goes to send him into the ropes, but Ian reverses it. When Leah comes off the ropes, Ian delivers a spinning heel kick that drops Leah and him to the mat. Ebony starts to get the Chicago crowd behind Ian as she urges for a tag. Ian begins to stir and crawl towards his corner. He rolls through and leaps, making the tag to Ebony!
Ebony comes in off the tag, taking Leah down with a clothesline and then another before connecting with a clothesline to Layla who tries to come in illegally. She then picks Leah up and sends her into a corner. She does the same to Layla and sends her into the corner to be stacked up with Leah. Ebony then gets a running start and charges in, delivering a corner splash to both ladies. She then takes Leah and brings her out of the corner and delivers a roundhouse kick that drops Leah to the mat. Ebony then climbs to the top rope and hits a moonsault before hooking the leg and getting a nearfall. She gets to her feet, going to hit the ropes. As she does though, Jed reaches out and picks at the ankle of Ebony, trying to trip her up. Ebony stumbles and looks back, staring at Jed who throws his hands up. This distraction is enough for Leah to make it to her feet and turn Ebony around and deliver a Michinoku Driver before tagging Layla into the match. Leah picks Ebony up to her shoulders as Layla climbs up to the top rope and the two of them deliver Dead to Rights! Leah knocks Ian off the apron as Layla hooks the leg and gets the three count.
~DING DING DING~
Roger Arden: Here are your winners, The Second City Riot Squad!
Nick Hanson: Layla and Leah just keep on rolling here in the tag division. The rest of the teams here on Collision and the Tag Team Champions need to keep an eye on them.
Matt Salvatore: These two are makin quite the impressive duo. I really see big things for them here!
Winners: Second City Riot Squad
Result: Pinfall
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We find Ronnie wrapping up his shift backstage working catering before his match. He takes off his apron and sets it aside before tearing off his tearaway clothes to reveal his ring gear.Result: Pinfall
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Ronnie North: Let’s get right to it, then. Cass Baumer. Cass who had something to say to me last week even though she was insistent there was no beef between us. She then took that lack of beef and took it to twitter to challenge me for a match because she had something to prove after I poked a little fun before beating her. Sure smells like beef is cooking to me, and there’s a shortage going on right now apparently!
Ronnie takes a moment to take off his shades and clean them off with a napkin.
Ronnie North: In the middle of all this, Cass got upset on twitter because her wording was misconstrued. I can’t claim to know everything about it but people poked a little bit of fun and Cass sulked and said what a bad day it was and…
Ronnie releases a puff of breath onto the lenses of his shades and continues cleaning them.
Ronnie North: Here’s the thing about me. I know I act silly. I know that not a lot of folks think I take any of this seriously until they step into the ring with me and see what I can do but at the end of the day I don’t really know what my peers in this industry as a whole think of me. I also don’t care. I am 100% unfiltered ME when I’m on camera or in the ring. On the opposite end of that spectrum…
Ronnie puts his shades back on.
Ronnie North: I don’t know if there’s anyone in this industry who cares more about what other people think about them than Cass Baumer. No one else is more concerned with controlling the narrative of their career than she is. No one is quicker to backtrack their points, ally themselves with individuals they perceive to be in power, or… well… call out someone they believe to have slighted them over the most minor thing than Cass. For those of you not in the know, this whole match is happening because I said a quick little joke about the amount of times Cass has up and disappeared and gone on hiatus or whatever since I’ve started wrestling at least. I guess I’m sorry if that offended you? I mean, I was out with a back injury for months and if anyone tried to call me a flake my public relations strategy would be ‘talk about how great my weiner is.’ and let me make one thing PERFECTLY clear.
Ronnie pulls his shades down to look right at the camera, his tone becoming serious.
Ronnie North: It is an amazing, marvelous, and frankly life-changing weiner. The type of weiner you want to tell the world about. The kind of weiner songs and poetry get written about. The kind of weiner guys who think they have big weiners look at and say ‘that weiner is so big that if IT had a weiner it’d be bigger than my weiner’. I forgot what I was talking about. Was I about to show my weiner?
We see the camera move from side to side a bit as the cameraman shakes his head, stopping Ronnie as he undoes the drawstring on his trunks.
Ronnie North: Alright, next time! Anyway, the point I think maybe I was trying to make is that I’m walking into this match with absolutely zero concern for what my opponent, management, anyone in the locker room, or anyone watching thinks about me. Can you say the same thing, Cass? I’m used to fighting with the massive weight between my legs… can you stay focused with all the weight you’re carrying? The Radditude Era continues tonight. See you in the ring.
Ronnie pulls his shades down once more to wink before he walks offscreen.
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Singles Match
Cass Baumer v. Ronnie North
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!Singles Match
Cass Baumer v. Ronnie North
As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age burst through the crackling arena speakers, the crowd stand to their feet in anticipation! Yellow spotlights beam on the entryway, a subtle wispy smoke in the air while the camera lowers its sight to reveal Cass Baumer with a small lighter directly in the path of the hairspray valve at an upward angle. With the open flame in sight, she pushes the button at the top of the aerosol container and lights the stream on fire to activates the makeshift flamethrower with an unmistakably proud grin! The NFW crowd cheers wildly at the display, even while the controversial Kiwi waves the flames back and forth in the air above them. Once she lets go of the button, The Headliner starts to strut down the aisle in her cropped purple leather jacket with the weapons still in hand. She turns and starts to walk backward, showing off the massive white "Run Cass" emblem at the back of the distressed outerwear.
Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Karori, Wellington, New Zealand, Cass Baumer!
"Smooth Sailing" continues while Baumer lets out another smirk over her shoulder. Flippantly spinning once again to face the ring with her arms extended, she stops at the steel steps to set down the hairspray before she climbs into the ring. The palpable reaction of the audience grows as she raises the lit lighter to the rafters with pride while mounted on the ropes. Cass stomps off the perch and observes the sights around her.
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'
Ronnie rolls his hips to the music as he removes his ring jacket and tosses it to the 'adoring' ladies stage side.
Roger Arden: And her opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, Ronnie North!
‘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~
Nick Hanson: Intensity in the eyes of Baumer as these two lock up in the middle..
Cass catches Ronnie with an immediate arm drag, and another as Ronnie gets back up to his feet. Ronnie tries to reciprocate with an arm drag of his own, but Baumer blocks and catches North with a swift dragon screw leg whip and tries for the body scissors, but Ronnie kicks her away..
Nick Hanson: Both Baumer and North back to their feet now. Boot to the midsection by North!
Cass is doubled over and Ronnie gives a quick taunt before hooking the arm and trying for a neckbreaker, yet Cass reverses into a hammerlock!
Matt Salvatore: Here's the ripcord by Baumer, short range lariat! No! North with the military roll!
Ronnie North throws a superkick Cass' way when he gets back to his feet but Cass catches the leg..
Nick Hanson: Baumer swings North around! Inverted atomic drop!
Matt Salvatore: Running bulldog by Baumer and a cover!
ONE
TWO
There is a rumble of laughter as Ronnie gets his shoulders up and pulls Cass into a derogatory position, but this time Cass ain't having it and she unleashes on Ronnie with a flurry of hard punches, forearms and elbow shots, causing Ronnie to slump to the canvas once more, and Cass once more going for the cover!
ONE
TWO
Nick Hanson: North with the kick out right on two, and Cass Baumer is not taking any chances here!
In the process of hauling Ronnie to his feet, Cass delivers crushing forearm smash after crushing forearm smash before sending him off for an irish whip.
Matt Salvatore: North on the rebound and Baumer with the big boot!!
Nick Hanson: Swing and a miss, Ronnie ducks and both of them hit the ropes again!
Matt Salvatore: Cass Baumer with the running cross body!
Nick Hanson: Ronnie North catches Cass Baumer in mid air! Tombstone shoulder breaker!
Cass bounces off Ronnie's knee precariously and Ronnie quickly covers her..
ONE
T..
There's a rumble of laughter as Ronnie starts to dry hump Cass and she delivers a sharp elbow to the face before violently kicking Ronnie away!
Matt Salvatore: Hahaha. Ya can't blame a dude for tryin'
Nick Hanson: BLEEDING EDGE by Baumer out of nowhere! Holy cow, Ronnie this is why you don't piss Baumer off!
ONE
TWO
THR..
Matt Salvatore: Look at that, Hanson! North gets the shoulder up at 2.9!
Cass is determined as she doesn't waste any time hauling Ronnie up to a vertical base, laying in a well placed knee on the way up and doubling Ronnie over..
Nick Hanson: We all know what this is! Baumer is givin' the signal! FACT CHE..
As Cass dives up to deliver her finishing move, Ronnie catches her at the apex and drops down to his knees, breaking Cass over his shoulders before standing up again and shifting her into position..
Nick Hanson: DROPPIN' LOADS! Baumer hits the canvas HARD from that crucifix bomb!
ONE
TWO
THREE
~DING~DING~DING!!~
Roger Arden: Here is your winner! RONNIE...NORTH!!
Nick Hanson: Close but no cigar for The Headliner! The Prince of Pleasure reigns tonight!
Matt Salvatore: Cass Baumer’s a fighter, though! She ain’t gonna let this keep her down! Great match, both of them!
Winner: Ronnie North
Result: Pinfall
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The scene rolls from the roof of the Collision Center, the glittering lights of the city sprawl all around for several miles. Before us is the back of a dark haired, powerful woman dressed in her leather attire. Her hair whips about in the strong breeze as she stands on the very edge of the building looking down at the backlot below. A soft chuckle escaped her lips, a joke unspoken that only she found humorous played across her fore brain.Result: Pinfall
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UVR: “I am painted a Villain because I hurt people in a violent televised combat sport. I am a villain because I care very little for a fool who enters my domain injured and intentionally playing the violin of your heart strings for cheap sympathy. I am a villain because someone else said I was.”
On one foot she turns to face the camera, an amused smirk playing across those normally chiseled features.
UVR: “Words by someone living in a fantasy Kingdom of decadence and desire, who achieve their goals through ruthless destruction of any who dare oppose them. Can you smell the hypocrisy? When the bullshit has reached your nasal passages it is a smell that is hard to ignore.”
The smirk fades as she now stares into the soul of the camera before her with an intense scowl, all hints of amusement gone.
UVR: “While my colleague wishes to apologize to them, I would rather drink a cup of freshly crushed glass cut with alcohol and salt. I am no apologist for what goes on inside a wrestling ring or the careless, foolish actions of another. I have no sympathy for the stupid fodder that insists on going out of their way to win Darwin awards by facing me in a state that is less than their absolute best.”
She raises her fists at either side of her body, muscles pulled taught and filled with tension.
UVR: “Look at this body. I am a beautiful engine of destruction and Lilith Meadows not only dared to provoke me, but entered my domain in a ravaged state. She cost her team the victory because I refused to spare her any mercy for her ill-advised decision. I would do the same to ANY wrestler who dares to disrespect me in that manner, thinking they can wrestle me at such an obvious disadvantage!”
Those arms lower down as she approaches the camera. Stopping just a few feet before the electric eye that serves at the world’s eyes staring back at her, she places her hands on her hips and continues on.
UVR: “Members of the Kingdom wish to produce this childish notion of heroes and villains, to call me an ‘unsafe worker’ when there is nothing safe about what we do. It is our job to put each other down in a decisive manner each and every week, but they cry about me being ‘dangerous.’ Are you not capable of fighting as a wrestler? Do you need to be fed talent that is woefully underskilled and incapable of actually providing a challenge to you? Please, I dare you to answer me in a way that doesn’t insult my sport and me any further.”
Inclining her head forward, Ursula’s scowl takes on a withering intensity.
UVR: “Ms. Meadows, what you have suffered was but a tenth of my raw strength. Any member of my team could have punched or kicked you in those ribs and achieved the same effect. I showed an admirable amount of restraint considering how you goaded me on the internet into going from warning to promising the outcome you suffered. You put yourself in that position. You demanded your partner tag you in at that moment. You are responsible for your actions. You are a fucking adult in a combat sport. GROW UP.”
Her arms cross over her chest as she regards the camera before her for the briefest of moments.
UVR: “My opponent, Christina Olsen, has made many claims, threats, and accusations upon me that range from laughable, to mildly irritating, to full on insulting levels of hypocrisy. Oh I’m wrong for sending Lilith to the hospital as the price for her own idiocy but then you threaten to send me to the hospital?”
There is no laughter, no smirk, no twinge of amusement of any kind on her face.
UVR: “Listen to me, you little arrogant brat. All you have is an incessant prattle, flapping your lips with all the volume of a tornado while possessing the strength of a gentle breeze. All I have to do is talk in a low, calm tone and I bring it all falling down around you. You wish to blame me when the truth is that you proved how poor of a support system you really are.”
She makes a gesture of sweeping her arms out, bent at the elbow.
UVR: “If you truly loved and cared for Lilith Meadows, you would not have supported her decision to be in that ring but instead found a more worthy replacement such as Sativa Nevah or even your ‘fearless leader,’ Jasmine Matthews. Any one of your number could have replaced her and there would be no hospital visits, no dialogue about her ribs, nothing you could latch on to in order to spin your pithy little narrative in a feeble attempt to lessen me as a wrestler and a person.”
Ursula clasps her hands before her as if a mother standing before a child, scolding them.
UVR: “Instead you would rather blame me because it is easier to point a finger at the big scary monster when you should look in the mirror as to who is the source of the blame. The Kingdom failed Lilith Meadows, as did NFW Collision’s administration. Tonight, you will not lay one finger on me. You will let Christina Olsen pay for her part in these misdeeds against my name. There will be no apologies, no compromises, nothing that favors any of you in the slightest.”
The Lady Terminator lowers to one knee and places a hand on the camera.
UVR: “Shame on you, Lilith Meadows for ever uttering that I am an unsafe worker. It is wrestlers like you that lead the world to questioning the legitimacy of my sport. The next time you hear a reporter ask that dreaded question of whether or not our sport is fake, remember your words. If I were the one who trained you as a wrestler, I would be very ashamed and disappointed in you for ever saying that term.”
She then grips the camera by it’s stand as if it were a throat and rises up, hoisting it high in the air. The camera tracks her face, looking down at her as she now stands.
UVR: “Fiery Christina…. It is time for you to burn, bitch.”
The scene goes wild as the camera goes flying through the air. Seconds later it lands down in the parking lot below, staring directly at the Collision sign through a cracked lens before sparking and cutting to static…...
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Tag Team Match - No Disqualification
SACTAP v. Vanita Thompson & Darius Crowley
Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….Tag Team Match - No Disqualification
SACTAP v. Vanita Thompson & Darius Crowley
The lights slowly dimmed as the opening riff to Behemoth's "Blow Your Trumpets Gabriel" began. The entire arena was shrouded in darkness as the video wall flashed with depictions of heretical symbols. Not just the typical ones like inverted crosses or pentagrams. Ancient pagan symbols hinting at black magic and dark rituals from before the time of Christ, himself. On the screen, a wave of smoke arose from the bottom as the stage alone illuminates with a single light, revealing that the stage, too, had been coated in a thick layer of mist. On the screen, the wave of digital smoke passed, revealing the words FILIUS DAMNATI in old English. The letters warped into ancient pagan symbols before shifting back into readable letters again. This time they said, DARIUS CROWLEY.
1:06 into the music, Darius Crowley literally seemed to rise out of the mist on the stage from a crouched position. His head is bowed. He brought his hands together in a prayer motion and the camera panned in on his face as he opened his eyes and lifted his gaze to the ring with the coldest, intense sense of controlled hatred that one has ever seen.
Roger Arden: "Making his way to the ring, at this time...representing the Dominion of Pain! Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds. He is the one they call the Filius Damnati...the Son of the Damned...DARIIIUUUUUUUUUUS....CROWLEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!"
As he was officially announced, Darius Crowley lowered his hands to his sides and calmly started making his way to the ring. The lighting from the spotlight on the stage left him as just an ominous silhouette moving through the darkness until he stepped into the dim lighting over the ring and paused before climbing the steps and entering the ring. He brought his hands up into a prayer position again before literally dropping to the mat into a meditative stance. Darius lowered his hands down and rested them onto his knees, lifting his head and turning it towards the stage with that same, unchanged expression of hard focus.
Roger Arden: And his tag team partner…from Milan, Italy. VAIN...VANITA...THOMPSON!!!
"Exs and Ohs" hits the PA and Vanita walks out and heads right for the ring. She doesn't high five to fans, but she does smile and wave to them. She slides into the ring, head moving with the heavy music in the background. She gets in the middle of the ring, takes a bow, and then focuses toward the stage, looking at her next opponent.
Roger Arden: And their opponents, introducing first…
The arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage which moves in tune to the beat of “Seventeen Girls in a Row” and the lights come back on as there is a sudden explosion of fiery pyro and Lash gets a warm reaction as he leaps out from the backstage area at the same time.
Roger Arden: Representing SACTAP, from Calabasas, California! Weighing in at 205 pounds. DIAMOND...LASH...DONOHUE!!!
Lash Donohue, adorned in his usual furry hat and coat, strides down the ramp confidently, his arms stretched out, slapping the hands which reach out. The fans get a lot more enthusiastic as Lash leaps up onto the barricade and shows off his agility by casually making his way down it..
Lash reaches the end of the barricade wall and looks around, giving a somewhat cocky smirk as several flashbulbs go off while he leaps from the Wall to the ring apron, strikes his trademark pose and 'skins the cat'. Lash Donohue ascends to the top rope and gestures for the crowd to get louder before jumping down. His cocky swagger falters a bit as he turns back toward the ramp, wondering who Callaway has in store for him.
Nick Hanson: This was supposed to be SACTAP here, folks, but Keiji Sugiwara is unable to compete tonight after a VICIOUS attack at the hands of Vanita Thompson! Matt, Darius is your godson, isn’t he? Talk to him about his girlfriend!
Matt Salvatore: Nick, this kid has a mind of his own once he sets his goal on something. He ain’t gonna listen to me. I just hope Luthor found Lash Donohue a tag team partner.
Roger Arden: And his tag team partner, making her NFW Collision debut...
Nick Hanson: Wait, what…?
Matt Salvatore: ...the hell?
The lights in the arena suddenly start going out in sections with the sound of breakers clicking, leaving the arena, eventually, in total darkness. After a moment of silence, barring the low hum of the crowd, the opening notes of Eminem’s “Till I Collapse” comes on over the speakers as pink searchlights suddenly come on, sweeping around the arena.
’Cause sometimes you just feel tired, feel weak
And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up
But you got to search within you, and try to find that inner strength
And just pull that shit out of you
And get that motivation to not give up, and not be a quitter
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse….
And when you feel weak, you feel like you wanna just give up
But you got to search within you, and try to find that inner strength
And just pull that shit out of you
And get that motivation to not give up, and not be a quitter
No matter how bad you wanna just fall flat on your face and collapse….
As the intro continues and the beat audibly swells to the main beginning, the gorilla position is flooded with light, illuminating just the silhouette of a woman standing with her hands on her hips, head cocked up and to the side. An air of confidence oozes from the figure before she’s even revealed. When she is finally revealed is when the song kicks into the first verse and the lights shift to reveal the silhouette as she turns around to reveal KRYSTALLINE KIRK! There’s a cocky yet sweet smirk on her face as the Detroit native nods in approval to the massive pop she’s receiving.
'Till I collapse I'm spilling these raps long as you feel 'em
'til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em
'Cause when I am not, then I'mma stop penning 'em
And I am not Hip-Hop and I'm just not Eminem
'til the day that I drop you'll never say that I'm not killing 'em
'Cause when I am not, then I'mma stop penning 'em
And I am not Hip-Hop and I'm just not Eminem
As the first verse continues, K.K starts down the ramp with an unmatched street swag to her step. The way she moves and carries herself says it all without any words needed. She’s tough. She’s from the streets. She knows how to scrap. She gon’ whup that ass. All the same, though, she moves to one side of the ramp to greet the fans that have their hands out, giving side slaps, fist bumps, even daps to a couple who offer it up.
Subliminal thoughts, when I'mma stop sending 'em?
Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom
Adrenalin shots, the penicillin could not get the illing to stop
Amoxicillin's just not real enough
The criminal cop-killing hip hop villain
A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
You're coming with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it
Like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us
Women are caught in webs, spin 'em and hock venom
Adrenalin shots, the penicillin could not get the illing to stop
Amoxicillin's just not real enough
The criminal cop-killing hip hop villain
A minimal swap to cop millions of Pac listeners
You're coming with me, feel it or not you're gonna fear it
Like I showed you the spirit of God lives in us
As K.K reaches the foot of the ramp, she turns to the ring and stops, even taking a half step back as if she’s just now noticing she has an opponent waiting for her in the ring. She stands there at ringside and with that Detroit city attitude, she throws her arms up and out. Whether it’s a greeting or a taunt, who knows? Guess it’s up to how her opponent takes it! But K.K’s there with her arms out, mouthing “whassup?!” under the music.
You hear it a lot, lyrics to shock
Is it a miracle or am I :just product of pop fizzing up?
For shizzle my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up
You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck!
Is it a miracle or am I :just product of pop fizzing up?
For shizzle my wizzle, this is the plot, listen up
You bizzles forgot, Slizzle does not give a fuck!
Finally, as the chorus to the song hits, K.K puts a little hop in her feet and hits the ring with a burst, running and sliding under the bottom rope. She immediately hops to her feet and with a cocky little dance in her step, she puts a distance between herself and her opponent.
’Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'mma rip this shit, 'till my bone collapse
'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'mma rip this shit, 'till my bone collapse
'Till the roof comes off, 'till the lights go out
'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'mma rip this shit, 'till my bone collapse
'Till my legs give out, can't shut my mouth
'Till the smoke clears out, am I high? Perhaps
I'mma rip this shit, 'till my bone collapse
As the chorus continues, K.K moves to one side of the ring where the fans are. She stands up with one foot on the bottom rope and leans against the top rope with her arms out to her sides, nodding to the crowd as if to say: “who ready fo’ dis?!” She hops back off the ropes and crosses the ring where she exits, momentarily, and moves to the front row. She finds a random child, anywhere from maybe 5 or 6 to as old as a teenager and pulls her flatbill off of her head. She slips it onto the fan’s head, gives them a triple side five, a hug, then pulls off the rest of her entrance gear before getting back up in the ring, walking over to Lash and wrapping him in a tight hug. Donohue looks shocked, his jaw dropped at seeing his older cousin.
Matt Salvatore: Holy shit! That’s Krystal Kirk!
Nick Hanson: A neck injury put her on the shelf, and she’s been doing management and commentary at various shows! This is a huge shock to everyone!
~DING DING DING~
The bell rings, and Lash Donohue and Darius Crowley are starting for their respective teams. Lash glances back at Krystal with a huge grin on his face, shaking his head as the bell rings. He turns to Crowley, and the two begin to circle each other. The two men step forward, Donohue throwing, and landing, a brutal European Uppercut! Crowley staggers before stepping forward, and landing a huge European Uppercut of his own. The two men exchange European Uppercuts back and forth until Darius dodges one thrown by Lash, and hits Donohue in the chin with a hard elbow strike, and spins around for a backfist. Lash ducks the backfist, grabbing Crowley’s other arm and turning him around for a hammerlock. Crowley spins out, rolling out of the lock and slapping Lash’s hand off. Lash looks into the opposing corner, Vanita smirking at him and giving him an exaggerated shrug. Darius takes advantage of the momentary distraction, kicking Lash hard in the stomach before throwing a hard elbow strike, followed up by a hard chop to the chest. Lash hits the mat, a grin on his face. The grin irritates Crowley, who looks to kick Donohue’s head off his shoulders, but Lash sits up, rolling away before jumping and drop kicking Darius into a neutral corner. Lash backs up, sprinting in and throwing a hard clothesline into Darius’ chest before grabbing him and dragging him over to his team's corner, and tagging in Krystal.
KK climbs through the ropes, nodding as the crowd starts to cheer louder. She steps into the corner, throwing a European Uppercut identical to Lash’s into Crowley, who stumbles out of the corner and falls to the mat. Krystal follows, sizing Darius up before she hits the ropes, coming back and stopping next to him, striking a pose, one hand on her hip, the other pointed to the ceiling, before she brings that hand down, and drops an elbow. Darius rolls out of the way, causing KK to whiff and wince as she hits the mat. Darius tags Vanita in, who comes through the ropes, grabbing KK by the hair and dragging her to her feet. The ref admonishes Vani for grabbing Krystal by the hair, but Vanita sneers at him, turning and throwing hard kicks into Krystal’s thighs. KK grunts, taking two of the hits, before grabbing Vanita’s leg on her third attempt, hooking Vanita and executing a Saito suplex! KK gets to her feet, pulling Vani up by her arms. She squares up, throwing two jabs into the Vain One’s face, followed by a left hook, and then hits a discus clothesline to finish the combination. She drags Vani over into her corner, tagging Lash back in as she holds Vanita in place. Lash comes in and KK releases Vanita into a flurry of Donohue’s European Uppercuts!
Lash throws Vani into the ropes, looking for a final Uppercut but Vani ducks underneath, hitting the ropes and coming back to hit Donohue with a spear! Lash is down as Vani tags Crowley back in, and he looks pissed. He drags Lash to his feet by his dreads, snapping off multiple hard elbow strikes before blasting Lash to the mat with a European uppercut, and following that up with a big double stomp to the chest! He pulls Lash to his feet again, getting the double underhook position but Lash rolls out, reversing the grapple into a double underhook of his own, and executing a backbreaker! Lash dives over to his corner, tagging in KK who comes in quick, getting Crowley to his feet, and hooking him to deliver an Exploder Suplex! She drops the elbow again, this time without the pose, square to Darius’ chest. She gets to her feet, and picks him up onto her shoulder for the KRYSTALLINE BREAKER ALPHA submission! Crowley screams out, kicking his feet and clawing at her hands, so KK steps back to the middle of the ring and transitions into KRYSTALLINE BREAKER GAMMA! Krystal hooks the leg! Vani steps through the ropes, looking to break up the pin only to be blindsided by Lash who comes leaping through and forces them both to tumble through the ropes and down to the floor. Darius kicks out at the last second, seemingly on instinct, so KK picks him up again, gets him into position, and hits him with another KRYSTALLINE BREAKER GAMMA! She hooks both legs, putting all of her considerable weight on Crowley’s chest, and the referee gets the three count.
~DING DING DING~
Roger Arden: Here are your winners!! LASH DONOHUE...AND...KRYSTAL...KIRK!!!!
Matt Salvatore: I wanna know what the setup for this was! Was Krystal Kirk just in the right place at the right time?!
Nick Hanson: It would seem so! She came to her cousin’s aid when he needed it the most! What a debut and what a match!
Winners: Lash Donohue & Krystal Kirk
Result: Pinfall
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The ‘Tron comes to life showing a cameraman walking down the hall. Before anything else can happen, someone in a Grubhub polo comes flying out of a locker room, hitting the wall and falling down, covering their head. A wad of cash is thrown out on top of the hapless employee from out of frame.Result: Pinfall
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Tren Descarrilado: Keep the change, motherfucker.
The face painted nightmare isn’t booked for Collision tonight, and it’s not hard to see why. For one, his face isn’t painted, the scarred visage of Descarrilado somehow more nauseating than his usual face paint. He’s also not wearing a shirt, and his body is covered in old scars, as well as new burns and cuts after his match with Erik Holland, which was followed by his tag team cage match at #YUHlapalooza against Griffin Hawkins and Lash Donohue. He may not feel pain, but the sight of him in this state tells the audience he is DEFINITELY not 100%. He sits down on a bench in the room, setting aside the bucket of chicken he had delivered. He reaches into his bag, taking out a bottle of Hornitos Black Barrel Tequila before screwing off the top and throwing it into the trash. He takes a long, hard pull off the bottle before digging into the bucket of fried food.
As he eats, there's a few light knocks on the still-open door. A woman of Asian descent stands around the door frame. Orange hair, natural frame for her descent, casually dressed. Seemingly a typical girl. For many not paying attention, she'd look like any other fan, just far less emotional. The woman wears a neutral expression as she approaches the Train Wreck, eventually sitting down next to him.
Tren Descarrilado: The fuck are you? Someone send you in here as a prank or somethin? Squiggly pay you and send you over? Told that motherfucker I ain’t needin’ no stripper or nothin’.
Tren takes another pull from the bottle of tequila, setting it down between them. He rests his elbows on his knees, eating a chicken breast, and eyeing the woman up and down.
Tren Descarrilado: Not that you ain’t cute lady, but I dunno what the fuck you’re doin here. I don’t really like people comin’ into my locker room that I don’t know, so unless you got an explanation, I’m ‘bout to toss your ass out into the hall like the delivery driver. Ain’t gonna pay you though.
The woman simply sniffs in response before pulling out her wallet, and eventually a business card that hopefully would answer all of Tren's questions and quell all of his concerns. She sits the card next to him after rising to her feet and walking out, before stopping at the door frame.
Voice: I feel on the inside what you feel on the outside. I see that you're in a lot of pain, regardless of whether you actually feel it or not. Do as you please, but my managerial services are yours should you decide you want them.
Tren reads the card, standing up and following her to the door.
Tren Descarrilado: Hey, uh…
Tren squints at the card, his vision still a little blurry.
Tren Descarrilado: Katelin? Dat right? Come back. I think it might be a good idea fer me to talk to ya. But close tha door behind ya. Don’t need nobody else walkin’ in here if we talkin’ business.
Tren walks back into the room, sitting back down to eat his food after taking another long pull of the tequila bottle. Katelin turns around, shutting the door behind her. Without a single word, she sits back down. Her expression hasn't changed once since she got here, but she's far from robotic. Tren sets the bucket of chicken and the bottle of tequila between the two of them, and nods to it.
Tren Descarrilado: Go ahead. Help yaself. I just got one question for ya. Ain’ nobody else believin’ in me around here, regardless of what I manage ta do in that ring, or arena, as it were. So why you, a talent manager, comin’ in here to talk to me? I ain’ complainin’. Could help. An’ you are cute, so dat helps.
Tren smirks, shaking his head and holding up his hands.
Tren Descarrilado: Seriously though. I’mma hire ya, but ya gotta tell me why.
Katelin: Forgive me if I don't accept the food, I'm not hungry... You pique my interest. Do I really need another reason? Again, I feel inside what you feel outside: nothing. As a wrestler with CA, that's a blessing and a curse, as is your case. It's the same way as a bystander, or as a manager, even if I don't have CA myself. Simply put, I feel as though I understand you where many don't. Therefore, you pique my interest and I think we could better each other.
Tren sits back, crossing his arms over his chest. He looks to be in thought for a moment before taking a drink of the tequila, then bending over and reaching into his bag. He removes a camping cup, one of the collapsible kinds, and walks over to the sink, rinsing it out. He comes back, and pours a small amount of the alcohol into the cup, setting it down next to Katelin.
Tren Descarrilado: So you know all about da Congenital Analgesia, huh? You did do ya homework. We gots a deal Katelin. On one condition. Ya gotta take dat shot. We drink to dis, then we can start gettin’ down to the business of makin’ these other motherfuckers on Collision know who da real Hardcore motherfucker is on this roster.
Katelin takes a sniff of the alcohol, before downing it in one go.
Katelin: I would say that's the first deal that I've sealed with alcohol, but I would be lying to you...
The woman says, sitting the cup down and getting up from her chair. She makes full eye contact with Descarrilado.
Katelin: ...and I don't lie. That is one thing I can promise you, Tren: you will never hear a lie from me.
Tren downs a much larger drink from the now half empty bottle than he gave Katelin, setting the bottle down and putting an arm around her shoulder. He grins, a face that not even a mother could love, before speaking.
Tren Descarrilado: Now let’s talk brass tacks and all dat other shit they say when it’s business time…
Tren looks up at the camera, as if realizing for the first time it was in the room at all. He growls, taking his arm off of Katelin, and moving across the room to grab the camera from the employee.
Tren Descarrilado: Time for you to go motherfucker!
The frame of the camera only shows a shaky view of the ceiling, though there are two loud thumps, and the sound of something heavy hitting a wall away from the camera. Then, the camera pans down, showing the employee out in the hallway against the wall before it too gets launched, smashing against the concrete, causing the feed to cut out.
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The Snake Charmer's bagpipes blare over the house PA as the opening salvo of her cover of "Inis Mona." The lights flash blue, white, and green as out from the curtains steps "The Ginger Ninja" Molly Hatchet, dressed not in ring gear but in more casual attire of jeans, a black and green Hatchet Clan T-shirt, green "Ginger Ninja" jersey, and a cap on her head. There isn't the usual over exuberance that she's known for. She seems rather somber as she motions for the music to be killed halfway down the ramp. The fans cheer her on as she stands there in the middle of that aisle, her hand quivering ever so slightly as her jaw set.================================================================
Molly: I'm not supposed to be here today.... I probably shouldn't be out here as I feel I donnae' deserve yer love or adoration right now.
She looks around at the fans around her, then heads for the ring. One can see there is a struggle within her, guilt in those dark eyes. She climbs the ring steps, walks the apron, wipes her feet, then enters the ring.
Molly: All me life I've lived as someone tryin' ta' set an example fer others of what a wrestler should be. Tough, yet compassionate. Strong, yet flexible. I've tried to be tha' kind that gives everyone a chance, yeah? It's what allowed me ta' be friends with people like Griffin Hawkins and members of Tha' Kingdom....
There's an instant boo from the crowd, though a few cheers mixed in as one fan holds up a sign saying, "FUCK THE CLAN! GIVE ME THE KINGDOM!"
Molly: Aye.... We know the story. I've said it enough. Some of them were me dearest friends, one of 'em betrayed me, left me for the dead in the hands of the Kwonspiracy, I got a match against their whole damn team and the Kwonspiracy too.
More booing at the mention of the Kwonspiracy.
Molly: And like they love sayin, that should’ve been the end of it, but I was still angry… still hurtin’... I wasn’t satisfied. I dinnae’ feel that justice had been served but then who the fawk was I to determine what justice is? Who made me fawkin’ judge, jury, and executioner yeah?
She waves her arm in a grand gesture to the crowd.
Molly: You, the fans, dinnae' ask for it. I chose it and allowed their words ta’ seep into an already addled and confused mind and what’d I do? I struck Lilith Meadows down. I attacked someone who I had thought of as the sweetest soul in the world because I had a wounded heart and a bruised and blackened ego. I was hurt, I took spoken as insults, no matter the context and was ready to exact a price over what I now realize was nothing....
A few tears streak her face as she looks out over that crowd. She quickly wipes at them, her throat tightening for a moment as she fights back the urge to let the sadness inside overwhelm her.
Molly: I betrayed all of you, drug me best friend into my problems, and worst of all? I betrayed myself.... who I am... I lost it all in a flash of rage and fury over words.... not even good ones. It was just an easy excuse for me to unleash my rage and anger. Am I a sore loser? Normally, no I'm not but at Ascension, with everythin' ridin' hard.... Aye, perhaps.
She looks down briefly, only to whip her head hard towards the crowd, refusing to look away from the crowd.
Molly: For a moment, I got to feel what it was like to be in the shoes of some of my most hated foes.... to wear the label of Evil and let me say here and now that I did not like it one bit. I was beyond miserable, I refused to back down even when maybe I should've questioned Mr. Callaway and asked him to leave Lilith out of it, but then we had what happened. It was not Ursula being cruel and heartless, but me... I may as well have been the one crushing her ribs because I did nothing to stop it. It is all on me... I lay it all at my feet!!!
Her breathing came hard and fast, echoing over the microphone and into the house PA speakers as she looked back at the crowd with eyes that screamed a mixture of hurt, shame, and anger all at once.
Molly: The Hatchet Clan was never meant to be about my petty problems and issues! We're meant to be a fawkin' family of people who look out for those who can't protect themselves! My goal was to defend others and right wrongs.... but I betrayed that over selfish fawkin' reasons and it hurts me... burns me soul deep and black and I fawkin' hate it! I'M NOT SUPPOSED TA' THA' FAWKIN' MONSTER!!! I'm tha' one who saves people... I ne'er.... ne'er wanted to be this... yet here I stand in this moment of confession, admitting that yes, I am tha' fawkin' monster.
She leans on those ropes, arms crossed with her head buried in them. Someone from the crowds, "WE STILL LOVE YOU MOLLY!!!" Her head lifts and she looks a bit confused as the crowd gets behind that one shout.
Crowd:
GINGER NINJA!
*STOMP STOMP STOMPSTOMPSTOMP!*
GINGER NINJA!
*STOMP STOMP STOMPSTOMPSTOMP!*
GINGER NINJA!
*STOMP STOMP STOMPSTOMPSTOMP!*
GINGER NINJA!
*STOMP STOMP STOMPSTOMPSTOMP!*
GINGER NINJA!
*STOMP STOMP STOMPSTOMPSTOMP!*
GINGER NINJA!
*STOMP STOMP STOMPSTOMPSTOMP!*
A small smile creases her lips, but then quickly fades.
Molly: Thank you me lovelies, I appreciate it. I doubt at all very much those who I have hurt would ever dare forgive or forget me. I can't say as I blame tha' Kingdom fer that. For once, they’re not the ones who wronged…. Just an angry Scotswoman who couldn’t move on, couldn’t let go as they love pointing out, and couldn’t see just how far she’d fallen until those closest to her began ta’ point it out. I’ve lost dear friends, made new enemies, and let everythin’ just get well tha’ fawk outta’ hand. For that, I am sorry…..
The lights shift on the stage, getting Molly’s attention as Diamante’s “The Sound Of Us” kicks on over the PA system. The crowd gives a mixed reaction The Kingdom in its entirety comes filing out onto the stage. Jasmine Matthews, Sativa Nevaeh, Bloody Fairytale - with Lilith Meadows walking gingerly as Christina Olson helps her - the Queen’s Guard, and Morgan Payne. All seven women stretch out side by side on the stage, forming a line with their Queen in the center. The music continues to play as Jasmine lifts her chin at Molly O’Hatherine. A simple, somewhat smug smirk crosses her face and she gives a small nod in Molly’s direction. Without a single word, Jasmine looks to either side of her at the rest of The Kingdom before she turns and walks back through the curtain. Sativa Nevaeh and the Queen’s Guard - Moe Renhuan and Lluvia Cane - follow behind her. Next is Bloody Fairytale as Christina Olson helps Lilith Meadows away - Meadows notably gives Molly a silent look of...acceptance? Finally, Morgan Payne, ever the rebel and defiant one, watches Molly from the stage. She keeps her gaze focused as she pulls her pack from her pocket and sticks a Newport in her mouth, lighting it up right there on camera. She gives a wink and follows the rest of the Kingdom through the curtain, leaving Molly in the ring.
Matt Salvatore: Uhh...apology accepted?
Nick Hanson: ...I think? I dunno….
As Molly stands there in the ring, the lights go out, and on the tron, a video begins, on the outskirts of a dark forest. The camera zooms through the trees, weaving in and out as the music plays. We finally come to a clearing where there’s a silhouette of a person standing there, in the middle of a set of candles positioned in a circle around them. The person points to the first candle, the camera zooms in on it. As it does, the flame flickers and an image appears in it, one of Molly Hatchet laid out in the ring, blood pouring from her head.
Voice: Everything started with a mistake.
The flame flickers and the camera zooms out to the person pointing at the next candle. The camera zooms in and the flame here flickers and we see an image of Moe pinning Dona at Ascension in the Monster’s Ball Match.
Voice: It all should have ended here.
The camera once again zooms out and the person points at a third candle. The camera once again zooms in and as the flame flickers, and an image of Molly being restrained by Ursula is shown.
Voice: But you couldn’t end it there.
The camera zooms back out and the figure points at the fourth and final candle. The camera once again zooms in and the flame flickers, and an image of Ursula holding a familiar woman in a bear hug is shown.
Voice: And you could have stopped it.
The camera zooms back out and the woman is now sitting down in the middle of the circle, holding a candle in her hands and raising it high into the air. The camera zooms in on it and the flame flickers.
And with that, the sound of a gust of wind is heard and the light from the candle goes out and the tron goes completely black.
Cut to commercial.
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Singles Match
Danni Anderson v. Jansen Myrrh
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!Singles Match
Danni Anderson v. Jansen Myrrh
The Crowd: ONE FALL!
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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
♫♫♫
Bet you think you get the picture
Bitch, you don't know how good I treat ya
Shake it off, this pride and glory
You dig up so many stories
Oh, you're so under the thumb
Four fingers form a knuckle sandwich
Try my blood, it's just a starter
No one tastes like me, yeah
♫♫♫
The fans boo as the Kwonspiracy logo appears on the screen.
♫♫♫
I'm pretty like a car crash
Ugly as a lullaby
You really wanna try it
Experiment on me
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I'm pretty like a car crash
Ugly as a lullaby
You really wanna try it
Experiment on me
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Jansen Myrrh's name comes across the screen as her music continues to play. Jansen Myrrh finally steps out of the shadows as she carries her pool cue stick with her. She glances from one side of the arena to the next and then just shakes her head in disgust as behind her. She finally strides down towards the ring. She’s dressed to wrestle with the addition of a leather jacket. She steps up into the ring, sets her cue stick in the corner before she moves from one side of the ring to the next and flips off the crowd and shakes her head until she finally removes her jacket and tosses it out of the ring and walks to her corner as her theme fades.
Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Augusta, Georgia, she weighs in at one hundred seventy-one pounds… She is “Ms. Myrrhder” JANSEN MYRRH!
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
“GET DOWN!”
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.
“GET UP AGAIN!"
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.
“Come on, come on, move!
Get down! Get up again!
Work it, do it overtime!”
Get down! Get up again!
Work it, do it overtime!”
She dances along the ramp, tags a few fans, spins around, and hops up and down.
“Get down! Get up again!
Come on, come on, right! to! down!”
Come on, come on, right! to! down!”
Right on cue, Danni flips into a low dance-like pose and the fans cheer her on. She then hops onto the ring apron, turns with her back towards the ropes, places her hands along the top rope, and she backflips into the ring with style. Before Danni can do anything else, however, Jansen attacks her from behind!
~DING DING DING~
The music fades, the fans boos, and Jansen’s assault on Danni continues. After a few heavy blows, Jansen grabs ahold of Danni and drags her face across the top rope until they reach the turnbuckle. She then looks to drive Danni’s face down on the turnbuckle, but Danni uses her hands to prevent this. She retaliates with an elbow shot to the side of Jansen’s head to knock her back, then swiftly connects with rabbit punches. Danni ends the combination with a shotei to the chest, knocking Jansen back even further, but Jansen comes back with a short-arm clothesline that knocks Danni onto the mat.
Instead of going for the pin, Myrrh climbs on top of Anderson and blasts her with mounted strikes. She yells at Anderson to confess, but Anderson kicks her off and shakes her head. Anderson rolls out of the way of a stomp, gets to her feet, and dodges another strike. Swiftly, Anderson knocks Myrrh back with a European uppercut and shotgun dropkick combination, finally planting her on the mat. The fans cheer as Anderson goes for the pin, but Myrrh powers out at two, literally throwing the smaller woman off of her. The Semper Fairy tries to get to her feet, but Myrrh grabs her ankle and forces her into an ankle lock. Anderson whimpers and rapidly shakes her head, crawling her way towards the ropes. Using her power, Myrrh drags her away from the ropes and torques the hold, causing Anderson to cry out in pain. The referee warns her not to be too aggressive, but Myrrh tells him to “shut up!” Thinking fast, Anderson turns her body around and delivers a left-foot kick to her midsection, then another until Myrrh releases her.
Danni has to use the ropes to get to her feet, trying to shake off the pain in her right ankle. However, Jansen grabs her by her dark hair and slams her onto the mat. The fans boo in response and the referee warns her about hair pulling. Ignoring him, Jansen moves forward, pulls Danni to her feet, and connects with three High Back Suplexes. On the third one, she bridges for a pin, but Danni’s persistence helps her kick out at two. Jansen snarls at her, forces the smaller woman to her feet, and launches her towards the ropes with an Irish whip. She looks for a discus elbow smash, but Danni ducks underneath the attack, bounces off the ropes, and yells “CRACK SHOOT!” as she performs a front-flip kick, surprisingly flooring Jansen. Danni nearly loses her balance, trying to shake off the dizziness, and she covers Jansen. Alas, she’s only able to get a two-count.
The fans continue to rally behind the Sweetheart Esper as she shakes out her right ankle. While Myrrh is stirring, Anderson looks to connect with a standing moonsault, but Ms. Myrrhder moves out of the way. Anderson lands on her stomach with an “ow!” Just as she gets back to her feet, Myrrh jabs her eyes with her thumbs, causing her to stagger back. Running in, Myrrh takes Anderson down with her Lariat from Hell, spinning Anderson’s body in a complete 360 before she crashes onto the mat. Myrrh takes advantage, grabs ahold of Anderson while she’s down, and locks her into “The Confessional” (Crossface Chicken Wing Submission)! The fans look on in horror while Myrrh yells at Anderson to confess her crime. Anderson screams in pain, shaking her head and kicking her feet on the mat. She refuses to give up!
Suddenly, the fans boo as Seo-hyung Kwon makes her way down the ramp -- in a hurry. From the outside, Kwon speaks out to Myrrh, receiving a loud “What?!” in response. For some reason, she releases Anderson and rolls out of the ring. Kwon and Myrrh begin to talk amongst themselves, creating more confusion in the fans. As Anderson begins to gather herself, Myrrh reaches under the ring apron and pulls out a steel chair. She gets back into the ring and, without hesitation, slams the chair down on top of Anderson’s head! The referee signals for the bell!
~DING DING DING~
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, as a result of a disqualification, your winner of the match is “The Semper Fairy” DANNI ANDERSON!
Nick Hanson: Hey! What the hell was that for?!
Matt Salvatore: I have no clue, but Jansen deliberately got herself disqualified.
The fans boo with utter disapproval as Jansen drops the steel chair next to Danni’s semi-conscious form. She reaches out towards Danni’s hair but stops when the fans suddenly shift into mild cheers -- Damon Cross is running down the ramp! To avoid the fight, Jansen rolls out of the ring just as Damon gets inside. He moves to check on his girlfriend, who is dazed and confused, and shouts at Jansen who joins her manager. Kwon hands a microphone over to Myrrh who brings it to her lips and smirks.
Jansen Myrrh: Hey Anderson! I guess you weren't the one after all. Apparently, Lara did have a crush on you. But, hey, thanks for the match, and good luck on your little title shot you got coming up. Not that you stand a chance to win, but at least try and put up a good fight, will ya?
With that, she drops the mic and they make their exit known. “Experiment on Me” by Halsey plays from the PA system, while the fans boo the Kwonspiracy altogether. Cross narrows his eyes at the pair, but he turns his attention back to Anderson who weakly smiles at him. Gently, he helps her out of the ring and carries her towards the back, the fans appreciating this.
Nick Hanson: You see? Danni was innocent all along! She didn’t deserve Jansen’s ire.
Matt Salvatore: I guess not. Well, that settles that. The show must go on, folks!
Winner: Danni Anderson
Result: Disqualification
Result: Disqualification
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===MAIN EVENT===
Singles Match
Christina Olson v. Ursula Von Rossbach
Roger Arden: The following contest is your main event, scheduled for one fall!================================================================
===MAIN EVENT===
Singles Match
Christina Olson v. Ursula Von Rossbach
“Firestarter” begins to play as red light fills the arena. The camera pans around during the instrumental opening. When the screaming of “Fire” is heard, the camera pans up to the top of the ramp where Christina is seen with her head down. The full lyrics kick in and Christina pops off the hood of her ring jacket and lets out a primal scream.
Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Asheville, North Carolina! Representing The Kingdom! She is one half of Bloody Fairytale, weighing in at 120 pounds! She is The Firestarter! CHRISTINA...OLSON!!!!
She walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans around her. She hops up to the ring apron by the time the second “Fire” can be heard being screamed and she slingshots herself into the ring and lands in the center. She taunts the fans a little, raising a hand before climbing to the top rope by the time the third “Fire is heard and rips off her jacket, raising the devil horns up in the air before jumping down and waiting.
Roger Arden: And, her opponent….
"HHHHHEEEAAARRRRR MMMMMEEEE NNNOOOOWWW!!!"
The growling roar of Robb Flynn sounds over the house P/A as "Imperium" by Machine Head explodes at the 1:27 mark with thunderous and brutal guitar riffs and heavy drum thuds assault the crowd's senses. This coincides with several columns of sparks exploding from beneath the corrugated steal as a tall and powerfully built woman with fierce, piercing eyes and a stone cold resting bitch face steps out onto the stage. Muscles rippled and flexed as she stood there for several seconds, her half shaved, shoulder length black hair cut neat and trim as it rests over half her face. Her attire is all black leather, with a vest and tights, and boots decorated in chrome rivets, fingerless gloves studded at the knuckles, with heavy knee pads and kick padded boots completing her look. Everything about her screamed cold, calculating destruction personified.
Roger Arden: From White Sands, New Mexico! Representing the Hatchet Clan! Weighing in at 232 pounds! The Terminator!!! URSULA...VON...ROSSBACH!!!
She heads for the ring with a confident, unwavering stride. There is no fear, no anger, no fury, only certain death in those dark brown eyes. Arriving at ringside, she leaps onto the apron and slips through the ropes.
Ursula gets right in her opponent's face, staring them down with a withering scowl that would unnerve even the bravest of souls. She practically dares them to make a move, her imposing physique only matched by the ironclad will that helped make it.
~DING DING DING~
With the ring of ye' old bell, Ursula Von Rossbach moves towards Christina Olsen with purposeful strides, not even bringing her arms up. Christina rushes in with several rapid fire strikes to the face, followed by a dropkick that budges Ursula only one step! Christina then hits the ropes opposite of her and hits a SPRINGBOARD FOREARM SMASH that rocks Ursula, sending her back into her corner. Christina then rushes in with a running Corner Dropkick! Ursula's arms hook into the ropes and Christina, wasting no time, rushes up her foe's body and climbs onto the top rope where she starts knuckling her over with rage! 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10!!! Ten punches in the corner before she suddenly finds herself hurled off of Ursula! Christina lands with a tuck and roll on the canvas, getting right back to her feet as Ursula steps out of the corner looking more annoyed than anything else. Christina rushes towards her, but fakes out at the last second to leap up on the nearby ropes again and hit a Satellite DDT, finally downing Ursula, who bounces on impact and flat backs!
Christina kips to her feet with a wild roar, pumping her fists in triumph. Behind her, however, UVR sits up with a whip of her hair, then snaps her head towards Christina with a smile bordering on something sinister! She rises to a full stand behind her celebrating opponent. Christina spins around and suddenly lets out a yelp, falling back, but Ursula catches her by the arm and pulls her into a near world ending Lariat that sends her spinning to the mat and landing flat on her stomach! Christina fights to get up, but UVR has her by her hair, yanking her to her feet and violently hurling her into the corner. From there, she hits a running power clothesline that sends Christina falling down into a heap in the corner. Ursula then brutally and savagely kicks and stomps her, applying a foot choke for a count of four before backing off and getting in the referee's face with an evil scowl on her face. Naturally the referee backs down.
Ursula turns and finds her foe a bit more resilient than she thought as Christina hits Ursula with a METEORA, but Ursula manages to hook her arms around her foe's legs on impact! She staggers for a moment with Christina freaking out, unsure of what to do except punch Ursula's head repeatedly. The Lady Terminator ignores each hit, runs for the ropes and HURLS Christina out of the ring with a rather unorthodox elevated powerbomb, sending her straight into the time keeper's table, which snaps with a sickening crunch beneath her!!! UVR steps back from the ropes, arms held out at either side and fists clenched tightly. Christina slowly pulls herself from the wreckage, bleeding from a small wound on her back as a small bit of wood becomes jammed in her flesh. She rips the wood out with a snarl.
The Fiery One struggles, rising from the table only to fall to her knees, dazed and disoriented. Gathering a chair up, she tosses it into the ring and Ursula catches it, only to quickly toss it aside. It's that distraction that opens her up for a surprise as Christina is on the apron, vaulting up top and flying at Ursula with a diving Missile Dropkick! UVR flat backs, hitting the mat seconds before Christina does! Christina crawls to the ropes, pulling herself up with the ropes and looks over her shoulder to see Ursula already on her feet. With a groan she shoves off the ropes, runs for the nearest corner and leaps up, then flips off with a Crossbody block! Christina hits and drives the Lady Terminator to the canvas, but in a surprise move, Ursula back rolls on landing and gets to her feet with the Fiery one struggling and kicking in her arms! Ursula then spins around and drops her to the canvas with THE GREAT DRIVER, holding her for the pin!!! 2 and 3/4th's count is the result with Christina just barely kicking out!
Ursula back rolls from the pin to her feet and crouches down low. Christina gets to her knees, panting for breath while UVR just breaths slow and steady, watching and waiting....
...Christina gets to her feet and THE GREAT KICK CONNECTS, snapping her head back and dropping her to the canvas in a heap. Ursula then casually strolls over her prone form and squats down over her hips. She takes her arms and locks her into a steeply angled Full Nelson Camel Clutch she calls THE GREAT LOCK! Christina regains consciousness only to find herself screaming in agony as Ursula violently wrenches her left to right while applying pressure to both her hips, her spine, shoulders, and neck! Trapped dead center of the ring with no ability to gain leverage, she taps out screaming and Ursula hurls her down on the canvas!
She then rises from her downed opponent with a fist raised in the air, her music playing over the house P/A system.
~DING DING DING~
Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by submission! The Terminator! URSULA...VON...ROSSBACH!
Matt Salvatore: Now THAT was a message sent, Nick! Don’t ya think?
Nick Hanson: Absolutely, Matt! No doubt The Kingdom was watching backstage!
Matt Salvatore: I...don’t think Ursula shares Molly’s earlier sentiments….
Nick Hanson: I don’t think so either, Matt. Well, folks, that’s all the time we have for tonight. Thank you for joining us! We’ll see you next week, right here at the Collision Center! For Matt Salvatore, I’m Nick Hanson. Good night, everyone!
Winner: Ursula Von Rossbach
Result: Submission
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Winners
Match#1. Damon Cross def. Aiden Reynolds via Submission
Match #2. Moe Renhuan def. Cherry Addams via Pinfall
Match #3. Second City Riot Squad def. Onslaught via Pinall
Match #4. Ronnie North def. Cass Baumer via Pinfall
Match #5. Lash Donohue & Krystal Kirk def. Vanita Thompson & Darius Crowley via Pinfall
Match#6. Danni Anderson def. Jansen Myrrh via Disqualification
Match #7. Ursula Von Rossbach def. Christina Olson via Submission
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Writers
NFW Owner
GMIsabella
LashyD
Danni|Marcello
GB
RISA
Molly Hatchet
Result: Submission
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Winners
Match#1. Damon Cross def. Aiden Reynolds via Submission
Match #2. Moe Renhuan def. Cherry Addams via Pinfall
Match #3. Second City Riot Squad def. Onslaught via Pinall
Match #4. Ronnie North def. Cass Baumer via Pinfall
Match #5. Lash Donohue & Krystal Kirk def. Vanita Thompson & Darius Crowley via Pinfall
Match#6. Danni Anderson def. Jansen Myrrh via Disqualification
Match #7. Ursula Von Rossbach def. Christina Olson via Submission
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Writers
NFW Owner
GMIsabella
LashyD
Danni|Marcello
GB
RISA
Molly Hatchet