NFW Collision #79 - Chicago, IL! 06/09/2020!

Nick Hanson: Hello everyone and welcome to another exciting edition of Tuesday Night Collision!

Matt Salvatore: We’re just one week away from Reckoning Day and I can’t wait for all the action there.

Nick Hanson: First, we need to get through tonight and all the action we have in store for everyone.

Matt Salvatore: And don’t forget we have a contract signing between Sativa and her hand picked opponent for Reckoning Day, Danni Anderson.

Nick Hanson: That should definitely be something interesting to see tonight.

Matt Salvatore: But enough of us, Nick. Let’s get Collision started!
We cut to the roof of the Collision Center and find the golden helicopter of Amelia Abernathy descending onto the helipad and stopping. She gets out with her massive bodyguard, Red, and is immediately confronted by interviewer Josh Davidson.

Josh Davidson: Amelia! What gives? Why not just use the parking lot like everyone else and even you did last week?

The aristocrat motions the chopper to depart and it rises up and away. She waits for the noise to dissipate before speaking in her sweet honeyed tone.

Amelia Abernathy: Have you not seen the parking lot and surrounding areas over the last hour? Go, look at it, come on.

She snaps her glittered digit tips at Red and he nabs Josh by the collar. They drag him over to the edge and point at a huge wall of angry protestors. These aren’t the George Floyd ones. These are the anti Amelia Abernathy ones.

Amelia Abernathy: Your dipshit bosses can’t provide adequate security for me to enter this rat hole, so I had to bring out the aircraft. And, yes, you better believe I’ll be sending NFW brass the fuel bill, because it’s their fault I had to fly in.

Josh Davidson: Well be that as it may be, can we get your take on what happened last week in your tag match and how you plan on getting past Ronnie North tonight?

She scoffs at him.

Amelia Abernathy: My take? My tag partner, Frankenstein’s Hemorrhoid aka Morgan Malice was a good little puppy and did as I said, mostly, but she’s not getting the prized doggy treat in the form of the 100,000 dollar check because she let me get struck in my face. The fugly bitch even tagged me in. She’s the fighter tank girl not me, and she had to get me to bail her out. I’m just happy that transvestite wonder woman looking bitch Assurine Vebbins ate another loss. I hate that woman.

The rich bitch visibly shudders and dry heaves at the thought of Vebbins.

Amelia Abernathy: As for Peter North.

Josh Davidson: It’s Ronnie North.

Amelia Abernathy: Ronnie, Peter, North, South, East, West who gives a damn? The man walks around acting like hot shit but he’s nothing but a cold turd. Do I look afraid of him?

Josh tries to reply but she rudely face palms him.

Amelia Abernathy: RHETORICAL! Moron. Of course I’m scared of him. He’s a man, not much of one from what I hear due to the half inch cat penis he’s packing between his legs, but he’s still a male. I’m a female. I’m a non combatant. I’m helpless. All it’s gonna take is one hard punch from him and I might actually die. Like, seriously. He’s gonna be super pissed too, because he got beat up real bad and humiliated last week by that sawed off snot rocket Manure Takamitchanoku or whatever the hell his unintelligible name is. Ugh. Oh.. oh and oh my god Ronnie likes to be naughty to some of his opponents, especially attractive females, which spells even more trouble for me because I’m more physically appealing than any of these pugling faced ferrets on the roster. So, yeah, saying I’m afraid is an understatement.

Josh braves a follow up.

Josh Davidson: But you do have Red here… you can’t be too scared.

Amelia Abernathy: Well no shit, Sherlock. I’ve authroized Red to beat the shitty perv-stache off Ronnie’s face if he sexually assaults me with even a graze of my breasts or butt or lady parts. BUT… Red’s on the outside of the ring. I’m on the inside. There’s always a chance Ronnie will be quick enough to get a shot off on me before Red can intercede. So, yes, again I’m scared… but only for the what ifs that could go wrong. I have a strong feeling that I might skate by without a single punch landed on me.

Josh is confused. Amelia holds up a finger and listens for about 15 seconds. In the distance the roar of a helicopter is heard. It gets louder until it sweeps overhead and lands. A horde of the most beautiful, scantily clad women disembark and congregate excitedly around Amelia and Red. The copter takes off, and then another swoops in, with even more sexy women dismounting and joining in. This happens several more times and Josh doesn’t know what to think.

Amelia Abernathy: While you collect your jaw from the floor, Josh, allow me to expound on this. Ronnie has one very big flaw, aside from being an utter failure as a tag team partner in the Radicalliance. He gets easily distracted by beautiful women at ringside. He’s known to flat out stop in the middle of matches and go hit on them, pose for them, all that stuff. So, I used some of my finances to buy up the first 7 rows around all four ringside sections, and I gave these gorgeous women tickets to fill those seats, and fill them they will, isn't that right, ladies?

They let out a collective, excited, horny yell and squeal.

Amelia Abernathy: Chances are, Ronnie’s not gonna be able to contain himself, and will get himself counted out hitting on these bevy of beauties. The man won’t be able to focus. I skate out of Shitcago, Illinois without a single boo-boo on my body. Now if you’ll excuse me, Mr. Davidson, I’m late for my latte appointment. Toodles.

She gives him a snarky bitch face and wave before leaving frame, Red and the horde of stunning women following her.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

As "Radio Gaga" by Queen prominently plays throughout the arena, "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins pirouettes onto the entrance ramp. A solitary spotlight provides an ethereal glow as she begins to descend down the ramp like an automaton practicing aerobics. She performs various other dance steps while making her way to the eastern ring apron.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Halo Acres, Phloriphornia, Azurine Vebbins!

Along the way, she waves, high-fives and hugs certain chanters she comes into contact with. When a chanter puckers up for a kiss, she points to her halo (neck collar). Upon entering the eastern ring apron, she glides between the bottom and middle ropes before awaiting referee instruction and her next opponent.

'The Warrior' hits the speakers as Patti Rose steps from behind the curtain to a rapturous applause.

Roger Arden: And her opponent, from Dallas, Texas, Patti Rose!

She skips down the walkway high fiving as many fans as possible before climbing through the ropes and climbing the turnbuckles to applaud the fans.

~DING DING DING~

Patti and Azurine begin the match by circling the ring and finally locking up. Azurine is able to go behind and put Patti into a waistlock, but Patti counters out of it and puts Azurine into a side headlock before transitioning into a hammerlock. Patti then takes Azurine and sends her into the ropes. Azurine comes off the ropes and as she does, leaves her feet and takes Patti down with a crossbody. Azurine then picks Patti up and looks for a rolling Death Valley Driver, but Patti is able to wiggle herself out from on top of the shoulders of Azurine and deliver a snap suplex to Azurine. Patti floats over into the mount and begins raining down lefts and rights as Azurine attempts to block them. Patti rolls off of Azurine and picks climbs to the top rope where she waits for Azurine to get to her feet. Once Azurine is up to her feet, Patti launches herself, hitting her opponent with a flying crossbody and hooks the leg to get a nearfall. Patti picks Azurine up and this time, drops her with a double underhook DDT. Patti doesn’t stop there though as she picks Azurine up again and this time delivers a Northern Lights suplex and bridges up for a pinfall attempt where Azurine kicks out at two.

Patti climbs to the top rope, looking for her signature frog splash, but as she launches herself, Azurine is able to roll out of the way. Azurine picks Patti up from the mat and delivers a running bulldog, driving Patti face first into the mat. Azurine picks Patti up and brings her onto her shoulders once again, this time though delivering an airplane spin. Azurine stumbles a little bit, getting dizzy from her own move, but she centers herself before this time delivering the rolling Death Valley Driver onto Patti. Azurine then hooks the leg for a pin, but Patti is able to kick out at two. Azurine picks Patti up and this time, she takes Patti and delivers a crucifix DDT before following it up and delivering the Pearly Gatekeeper and hooking the leg and getting the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, Azurine Vebbins!

Matt Salvatore: Azurine bouncing back this week after a loss in her debut here in NFW.

Nick Hanson: The Adorkable Angel looks like she might just be getting started here on Collision. I can’t wait to see what heights she can get to.

Before the taping...we find Ronnie North out in the ring where the Ring Crew was getting everything set up. He has his intern there with a camera getting different shots of different angles of the ring and he was wearing a beret and a scarf.

Ronnie North: I know what you all are thinking, ‘Ronnie, you look handsome in that beret and scarf combo’ and absolutely I agree with you it is one of my best looks but it is also a professional look! So while you feast with your eyes also know that this is a look that commands respect. This is my Director look and I’m currently location scouting for my biggest film yet. One where our hero, a hairy-chested savior of the masses brings unity to an industry constantly in conflict. The man brings bitter rivals hell-bent on mutual destruction within the squared circle together in a moment of togetherness the world can appreciate.

Ronnie takes a moment to sigh, seemingly moved by his own words and efforts to improve the negativity in the wrestling industry.

Intern: He wants to film an orgy in a wrestling ring.

The intern snaps another picture and wishes there was a better way to get college credit for his film degree with a sigh that is far less hopeful and more defeated than the sigh that Ronnie released.

Ronnie North: Damn right I do. See, my opponent tonight...ON MY BIRTHDAY by the way... isn’t a wrestling fan which….doesn't make sense but alright BUT I imagine even she would change her mind when she sees a group of well oiled and attractive individuals inside this wrestling ring coming together in more ways than one, if you know what I mean.

Intern: Yes, I get it. It’s very obvious what you mean.

Ronnie North: I mean fucking.

The intern sighs as his cell phone rings. He answers the call and walks off-camera.

Ronnie North: Hmmm...I wonder if I can do something from the top turnbuckle…

Intern: So uh...NFW management called. Ring Crew told them you were here snapping pictures. They said you absolutely 100% are NOT allowed to film an adult movie in their ring.

Ronnie North: Hmmm… did you inform them I was wearing this beret and scarf?

Intern: I did not.

Ronnie North: I’ll just call them back and let them know then, that should clear up any confusion. Also I’ll do it after I win another match. Display some value. Show them my merch sales. Throw a little weight around in that regard. You really should have sold the beret and scarf, though. Don’t you know anything about being a filmmaker? We’ll get you taught yet, Rick.

Ronnie pats him on the shoulder and walks off-camera with a little strut in his step. The intern sighs once more and starts putting their camera away.

Intern: ...my name is Nick.

Ronnie North: Keep that camera out, Brian. We’re still scouting!

The intern rolls his eyes and follows after him before the scene fades out.
We cut backstage to Josh Davidson who is standing beside Minoru Tanahashi who is clearly not dressed to compete, instead going with light beige moccasins, white dress pants, a white t-shirt and a light pink jacket. He smirks as Josh looks a few feet behind Minoru to see that there is a small monkey juggling tennis balls. Minoru taps his shoulder and he turns back.

Josh Davidson: Right, hello fans I am here with Minoru Tanahashi who certainly made an impression last week in his spirited contest with Ronnie North and is making another tonight with this outfit.

Minoru Tanahashi: Hey now, don’t hate on the style. Not everyone can pull off a look like this, I know. As for last week, me and Ronnie had a very stiff contest. It was a hard fought battle and he is a tenacious competitor, but I did pull out the victory.

Josh Davidson: You did indeed and that brings me to my next question. You won, he lost, but he’s on the show tonight and your backstage. How does that make you feel?

Minoru Tanahashi: I’m okay with that. I admire Ronnie’s powerful work inside and outside of the ring. It is truly thrilling. Would I prefer to be wrestling tonight? I do like to compete and I like to win. The after party is always more fun when it’s a celebration.

Josh Davidson: Of course, next question… You know what, I have to ask you what is up with the little monkey back there? I heard he was with you in catering early today?

Minoru looks back at the monkey who is still juggling away, but has now started dancing to add to the show and pull some attention.

Minoru Tanahashi: Oh the monkey… So I had this little party the other night and I thought I was renting Bobo as entertainment for the event, but it turns out I sort of bought him. I didn't even know that was legal, still not completely sure it is, but for now I have my very own juggling monkey. Before you ask, where the fuck was I supposed to leave him? In my hotel room? He could have destroyed the place. Plus I needed to feed him and I have no idea what monkeys eat. Turns out this one is a big fan of spaghetti.

Josh Davidson: Spaghetti? You fed the wild animal spaghetti?

Minoru looks at the monkey again and laughs.

Minoru Tanahashi: Wild animal, look at him, he is absolutely adorable and he’s very smart, watch this.

He grabs a bottle of water from nearby and goes to toss it to Bobo, but his phone rings and he stops. He pulls it out and the camera can make out the faint glimpse of a muscular blonde woman on the screen.

Minoru Tanahashi: Have to take this, it’s my lady. If I don’t, she might get mad and… spank me.

He hesitates before accepting, tilting his head slightly.

Minoru Tanahashi: But would that be so bad? Nah, better answer. We were done, right Josh?

Josh Davidson: Well actually I wanted to see the trick the monkey was gonna do, but I guess that was The Black Lion Minoru Tanahashi and Bobo the juggling monkey.

Minoru walks off as he answers his phone, and motions for Bobo to come with him. Bobo walks behind, sliding his tennis balls into a little satchel around his body as Josh Davidson looks on in amazement.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a one one match, scheduled for one fall!

“Shatter Me” by Lindsey Sterling plays and the crowd erupts into a loud chorus of jeers as Amelia Abernathy emerges from behind the curtain flanked by her bodyguard Red. As the duo make their way to the ring, Amelia makes Red grab signs that offend her and rip them up, which angers the fans even more. When they make it to ringside, they make a long stalling transit around the ringside area before finally she enters the ring. Moving to her corner, she paces nervously.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Greenwich, Connecticut, Amelia Abernathy!

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

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

Roger Arden: And her opponent, from Brooklyn, New York, Ronnie North!

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

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

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


~DING DING DING~

As the bell rings, Amelia backs into the corner and slides between the ropes. She looks up, snaps her fingers and almost on cue, the massive group of women in the front row surrounding the ring all drop their coats and robes, revealing their...well...very revealing outfits! Ronnie looks around at ringside to see them and is all smiles as they all wave and blow kisses. One of the women, a redhead wearing an extremely short green dress winks at Ronnie. Amelia smirks as she slips between the ropes, runs behind Ronnie and tries for the Roll Up of Doom right from the start. Unfortunately she can’t get a good grip on his tights and only gets a 2 count. She scrambles back to the corner and between the ropes as Ronnie looks at her, upset that she interrupted his flirting. He looks over to the women, nods and heads towards the corner. Amelia yells at the ref to keep him back and while he rolls his eyes, he does keep Ronnie North from getting to her. Ronnie backs up, but then kicks the middle rope. The shockwave causes it to hit her back and she cries out in pain as he stumbles out of the corner and is met with a big scoop slam.

Ronnie turns to the ladies and flexes as a very attractive blonde blows him a kiss. Meanwhile Amelia is clutching her back, and crying very fake tears. “Ow ow ow, I think he broke my back, disqualify him.” The official shakes his head as he goes over to check on Amelia. This allows Red to slide over to the other side of the ring and he yanks Ronnie out under the bottom rope. Red tosses Ronnie into the barricade, then rolls him back into the ring. Amelia starts to slowly get to her feet as Ronnie does the same, using the rope to pull himself up. Amelia quickly rakes his back, then looks for a low blow, but the ref is quick to stop her. As she argues with him, Red pulls Ronnie out once again and tosses him into the barricade right in front of the ladies.

The ref turns to see Ronnie on the outside, looks back to Amelia, then over to Red. He starts to question Red as Ronnie rolls to his back and sees that the women by Ronnie are leaning over the barricade to check on him. He gets up and tries his best to act like he’s in shape as Amelia has the referee now counting. The official is at 5 as Ronnie is talking to the ladies, oblivious to the count. The ref keeps going, reaching 10 as Ronnie is chatting them up he pulls out a small notepad from his boots and gets a pen. He starts writing numbers down as the ref continues the count, reaching fifteen. Ronnie finally seems to notice and starts trying to hurry the ladies up.

SIXTEEN…

SEVENTEEN…

EIGHTEEN…

Ronnie has one last number to get, running towards the redhead ready to write.

NINETEEN…

“WAIT!” Ronnie screams and the ref stops as he looks down at Ronnie getting the very last number. “If you stop counting, You can be one of my next movies? You can come party with me and these ladies. Don’t mess with my game man, please!” As the ref considers it, Amelia grabs his shoulder and spins him around, yelling at him to do his job and count out that pervert. As she’s yelling, Ronnie gets the last number, slides into the ring and rolls Amelia up, using her own tactics against her as he gets a little bit of a grip on her pants.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: The winner of the match as a result of a Pin fall… RONNIE NORTH!

Nick Hanson: Well that was definitely an interesting match. Ronnie North gets the win and the digits here tonight.

Matt Salvatore: Can we really call that a match. Sure the bell rang and technically there were a few moves done, but… Amelia Abernathy is nothing if not creative.

Ronnie rolls out of the ring and walks over towards the ladies who all join him as they head up the ramp with Amelia Abernathy staring at them in a rage “WHAT DID I PAY YOU BITCHES FOR?!” She stamps her feet on the mat as Red slides in and tries to calm her down.


Cutting backstage, the camera opens up inside the locker room of the Kingdom. First, all we see is Morgan Payne, silently rummaging through her duffel bag and locker. She’s mostly dressed in her ring gear: top, bottoms and her boots with her knee+kickpads sitting on the bench. A Kingdom beanie covers her head as she finally seems to find what she’s looking for and grabs black hand wraps from her locker. She turns back towards the camera, making a face at the camera and shaking her head in annoyance before sitting down on the bench and beginning to apply her wraps around her hands. She’s quiet, completely ignoring the camera as she just works on her wraps. The camera pans over to show Moe Renhuan, earbuds in her ears as she adjusts her top, fiddling with it, a look of frustration on her face.

Moe Renhuan: Stupid damned ring gear… Morggy? Can you loosen the ties in the back? My top is too tight. Must've got jostled in my bag.

The Asian looks over at the Hispanic-Italian.

Moe Renhuan: Morgan? Earth to Morggy? What's with you today? You haven't said more than hi since we got here.

Lluvia Cane was off to the side a bit, but she came to stand beside Moe as the woman spoke to Morgan. Lluvia was set in her purple gear and held her phone in her hand as she watched Morgan with a worried look on her face.

Lluvia Cane: Moe’s right, Morg….you’ve barely said a word all night. It’s not like you to be so quiet.

Lluvia put her phone down on one of the little tables that was in their locker room and crossed her arms.

Morgan finished with her first hand wrap, tying it off and flexing her hand to make sure it wasn’t on too tight. She looked up when Lluvia and Moe stopped speaking; eyes switching back and forth as they both stood there staring at her. She paused for a second before motioning for Moe to turn around so she could start loosening the strings to her top.

Morgan Payne: ...I’ll be a’ight. Really.

Brief pause and Morgan sighed, visibly tightening her jaw.

Morgan Payne: Ain’t nothin’ dat needs talkin’ abaht here.

Again, she shot a look to the camera before fixing Moe’s gear strings and retying them to a more comfortable level for her. She definitely wasn’t saying something, but she wasn’t about to air it on a broadcast. She patted Moe’s back once to let her know she should be good before starting to wrap her own other hand. Moe breathed a sigh of relief, turning to give Morgan a kiss on the cheek for helping her, but the other woman had already turned away to work on her hand wraps.

Moe Renhuan: I mean… we don't have to talk about it here, but are we ever gonna talk about it?

Moe sat on the bench next to Morgan, looking at her worriedly. The Asian put her hand on the Italian's tanned thigh.

Moe Renhuan: Whatever it is, we're here for you.

Lluvia sat down on the bench on Morgan’s other side, gently wrapping an arm around her waist, giving her a little squeeze when she did.

Lluvia Cane: Moe’s right...whatever’s going on, we’re here. Don’t ever forget that, gorgeous. We love you, and whenever you’re ready to talk either at the hotel or back at The Castle or wherever, you know we’ll be more than ready to listen.

Lluvia moved her head so she could look Morgan in her eyes, giving her a soft smile in the process. Morgan found a small smile at the reassurance from both of her girls. Even she could see they wanted to help and be there for her. She leaned into Lluvia as the Cherokee woman put an arm around her and a hand went out to rest over Moe’s that had been placed on her leg. The only thing else she said on the matter was :

Morgan Payne: Thanks, babes. Together forever. Right?

Moe Renhuan: Well duh. That's never even been a question to us, right Lluv?

Moe grinned, squeezing Morgan's hand.

Lluvia Cane: Forever...besides, I’ve told all you that you can’t get rid of me now. You’re all stuck with me and the Lil Royals.

Lluvia gave Morgan’s side another light squeeze as she gently kissed her shoulder, being mindful of the injuries from the Italian woman’s match in Puerto Rico. She wasn’t sure what was going on, but she knew that she wanted to take whatever was bothering one of her loves and send it to the skies to try to help her.

Moe Renhuan: That's right. You're stuck! Not just with us, but our kids too. Tommy LOVES you to death Aunt Momo.

Moe leans forward and kisses Morgan on the forehead. Morgan visibly relaxes more as Moe and Lluvia reassure her further. She answers the kiss to the forehead from Moe back with one of her own to the Asian’s cheek. She turns then and kisses Lluvia on the cheek next when the camera man can be heard trying not to be rude, but softly clears his throat to call their attention to the camera. Morgan’s smile slips off of her face, replaced by that look of annoyance again.

Morgan Payne: Oh, what? We annoyin’ you? You can’t take a lil PDA?

Morgan grabs her cigarettes out of her duffel bag and plucks one out. Damned be the rules of the arena. Her face says she remembers the order of business, though.

Morgan Payne: Oh wait, nah. You wanna hear what we got t’say about the fuckin’ Chi-town Mafia or whatever da fuck they called. Second Rate Ree Squad. Diaz, Aguero and their fuckin’ Big Lebowski lookin’ bitch boy ass.

Moe rolled her eyes, turning to the camera and giving an exasperated sigh. She shook her head, running her hand through her long brown hair before she began to speak. As she begins, Morgan pulls off her Kingdom skullcap and removes the hair tie from her hair, starting to loosen her new cut up into hanging down one side of her face. She pinches her Newport in her mouth and grabs her entrance jacket, sliding it on as Moe starts.

Moe Renhuan: Look. They been a team for awhile, right? Good for them, I guess? The three of us, though? We're a family. We live together. Spend every day, and night, together. We train together. Everything. So the Queen's Guard is gonna do what the Kingdom always does. We're gonna step into that ring, and we're going to MAKE them Behold the Kingdom.

The Asian begins to put her hair up, sighing with annoyance. She finishes, looking to both Morgan and Lluvia.

Moe Renhuan: We are the future of the trios division. Bloody Fairytale or the Queen's Guard? The Kingdom will own this title, just like we've held every. Other. One.

Morgan Payne: Check dis aht.

She pushes off of the bench, standing up in her full ring and entrance gear, puffing away on that Newport still as she locks her gaze on the camera.

Morgan Payne: Jed. Leah. Layla. ¡Escucha aqui! Yinz got da cards stacked against ya more than ya already know. Now Diaz and Aguero are a tight knit unit in two on two matches. Ain’t gonna knock that. S’da reason yinz’re takin’ ahn da champs next week, but quédate en tu carril! Stay. In. Your fucking. Lane! We may be new t’workin’ in a tag unit, let alone trios, but yanno somethin’? We still know one another. We know how t’read each other like a book. Moe said it: we family up in here. Yinz? Pfft. Leah, you picked Layla up ahtta Squires and I dunno what dumpster heap she pulled Jed aht of. I’d have tossed his ass back an’ found somethin’ better if I’s you. Layla, you be comin’ up every week talkin’ ‘bout knees and cuttas, knees and cuttas. You wantchu some knees and cuttas? Check dis aht, I’mma clinch yo ass up and feed you a buffet of fuckin’ knees. All you can eat. Then I’mma Art of Ruin yo ass ahtta da fuckin’ ring and serve up an asswhuppin’ to da next estúpida puta dat steps up. Jed? You ain’t even a wrestler. Sit yo ass dahn after this match and come up wif a new blend o’protein shake or summat. Yinz ain’t as tight as we are in the Kingdom, much as ya wanna think it. We’re dangerous in any situation you put us in. Singles. Tag. Trios. Don’t matter. We’re the fuckin’ Spartans of dis goddamn business.

She pauses for a drag on her cigarette, holding up a finger to say she’s got more to add.

Morgan Payne: I mean dat literally. See I ain’t da smartiest bitch arahnd here but I read a lot. See da Spartans? They was lovers.

She paused for a second to let that sink in to anyone who didn’t know history before raising her eyebrows and nodded.

Morgan Payne: Oh yeah. No bullshit. See a soldier would take a student on and act as a mentor but they also formed a bond and dedicated themselves to each other. Still had marriages to da Spartan women n’at. Yanno, keep they society strong, but when they went to war? Heh. Well, imagine on one side ya got a buncha whipped slave soldiers like da Persian army. On da other side, ya got motherfuckers who ain’t just bred and trained to kick ya ass, they fightin’ beside they lover. Watchin’ they back at all times. Protectin’ each other in battle. Dat’s us. Dat’s da Kingdom. So do da damn math. Who’s got da better chances in dis scenario? A student at Squires whose head trainer I already beat one on one, taggin’ up wif da hippie ass dude who’s dick she’s ridin’ and some role model who she thinks is gonna lead her ass to fame in da business? Or us...a well oiled machine representing the baddest group of bitches anyone watchin’ wrestlin’s ever seen? Yinz tell me.

Morgan drags on her cigarette again and goes quiet. Lluvia pushes herself off of the bench as well, a slight smirk coming across her face as she joined Moe and Morgan. She looked between the two women before she decided to throw her 2 cents into the mix.

Lluvia Cane: How many teams and groups do any of you know that don't implode on themselves sooner or later? How many can truly stay loyal to one another in good times as well as bad ones? Hmm? Take a moment to think about that, try to come up with a group or two. Of course, make sure that you don't include Bloody Fairytale in there.

Lluvia paused for a minute, giving those watching an actual minute to try and think of someone. The Cherokee-Spanish woman made her way out of the view for a moment, returning with a cold bottle of water, drinking some as she walked.

Lluvia Cane: Had enough time? Can't think of anyone, can you? At least no one important enough to be recognized and easily remembered. The Kingdom has been together for well over a year; we've made names for ourselves in one way or another. Second City Riot Squad wants to act like they're so big and bad yet they seem to forget that they're going to be facing those who are truly the biggest and the baddest. When you're wrestling side by side with the ones you love...not family, not a friend, but someone, or someones when it comes to us, you don't let them fall. You don't take your eyes off of them for a split second. You want to protect them, take the hit for them, and you better fucking believe that you will never let them get cheated. You would rather bleed for them then see them bleed. And you can be damn sure that whoever would be stupid enough to cause the hurt, the bleeding, would be 10 times worse off. No team will ever be as in tune with one another the way we are...no one will EVER be who we are or what we are. Tonight we will prove that Second City is nothing but Second Rate.

Moe Renhuan: We ARE a unit. In the ring. Outside of it. No, we've never worked as a trio, but we trust each other explicitly. We would willingly take a bullet for one another at any time. You won't be able to take down one of us without taking down all three of us. The three of us are a deadly combination of speed, strength, and intelligence. We will not be easily beaten. We will not be pushed aside. We are the Kingdom. We are the Queen's Guard.

Morgan finishes her cigarette, lowering the butt down as she glares into the camera with her mismatched eyes. Smoke spews from between her lips.

Morgan Payne: And you will...fucking...behold.

The scene focuses hard on the Queen’s Guard trio as the shot fades to black.
The show switches to backstage where Josh Davidson is already standing by with the trio known as The Second City Riot Squad. Leah Aguero, per usual, seems to be all business standing beside Josh while Jed Coffey, sans shirt per usual, is standing beside her with Layla Diaz sitting atop his shoulders.

Josh Davidson: I am here with The Second City Riot Squad, more commonly known simply as SCRS as they prepare to go out to the ring tonight to take on three members of the Queen’s Guard in Lluvia Caine, Moe Renhuan and Morgan Payne. Leah, we are only a week away from SCRS getting their shot at the NFW Tag Team Titles. What sort of mindset do you have going into this match knowing you have such a big match coming up.

Before Leah Aguero can even respond, Jed Coffey pipes in.

Jed Coffey: It’s fixing to be straight Schmuck’s Up, Schmuck’s Down for those ladies. Am I right? Yeah Buddy.

Layla Diaz: Fixin’ ta be straight knees an cuttas, Leah. Yous know dat much be true.

Leah Aguero just scoffs at the two and their antics before turning her attention back to Josh Davidson.

Leah Aguero: We definitely got ourselves a big match coming up next week at NFW Reckoning Day and when that day comes it will certainly be a Day of Reckoning as the Second City Riot Squad brings home those tag team titles. Tonight, however, we got ourselves a little six man tag. Many will sit there and dismiss the SCRS just as they always do. They will sit there and say our minds are on Reckoning Day. Sure, on some accounts, that may be true. Since we stepped foot into NFW we made it abundantly clear what our goal was and it was to take hold of those straps. But in the months since we started in NFW those that pay attention to the SCRS know full well that if we’re booked for a match, you best believe you’re getting everything out of us. We live and breathe for the fight and tonight is no different. This buffoon over here in Jed Coffey...

Jed Coffey: Mighty J please. I’d like to be referred to as Mighty J.

Leah Aguero: Like I said, this buffoon over here in Jed Coffey isn’t just taking part in his second match in NFW. He’s taking part in his second match ever. When Diaz showed up with him at my front door like a scared, lost puppy I was forced to bring him inside. I made the mistake of feeding Jed and, unfortunately, he stuck around. Well, tonight, it’s time for Jed to earn his keep. He’s been training alongside Diaz and I for the last several months and it’s about time he puts his money where his mouth is.

Leah Aguero shoots eyes over at Jed Coffey who still stands there with Layla Diaz on his shoulders. You can’t see his eyes as he’s wearing aviator sunglasses… indoors.

Leah Aguero: But you’re talking about what mindset we’re in going up against the Queen’s Guard. You see we asked for a match tonight. Our mindset is we want to stay fresh. Two weeks ago, Diaz and I won the gauntlet match to become number one contenders to the belts and we were granted a “night off” last week. I don’t like nights off. If it were up to me, we’d be in that ring each and every week proving without a shadow of a doubt what all these nonbelievers refuse to admit: the Second City Riot Squad is the best around. There’s a reason why we were brought into the Kwonspiracy and that’s because we produce results. Take the Queen’s Guard, for example. Diaz and I went toe to toe with that several week’s back and, despite everyone always saying we couldn’t get the job done without a numbers game, we beat them fair and square. Fast forward to two week’s ago. The Queen’s Guard had the advantage right there in front of them. They drew last in the gauntlet. Diaz and I had already took down two other teams before them. Now don’t get me wrong. The Queen’s Guard put up a fight. SCRS loves a good fight but we’ll always find our way on top. And we do that by any means necessary. We’ve got our eyes on the prize at all times and that’s to get that win.

The cameras, which had slowly zoomed in tight on Leah Aguero and Josh Davidson has now panned back out to show Jed Coffey with one arm in the air but Layla Diaz is no longer on his shoulders. Instead, Jed is balancing her on his hand above him as if they were cheerleaders.

Leah Aguero: Would you guys stop dicking around? We got a match and this tomfoolery isn’t necessary.

In an instant, Layla Diaz jumps down from atop Jed Coffey and steps straight up to Leah.

Layla Diaz: Yous knows first hand dat jus cuz we be clownin’ round backstage don’t mean shit when we get down ta dat ring. I was born ready fer dis. What makes yous tink dat da way we be clownin’ aint jus ta loosen Mighty J up befoe da match? He fixin’ ta be flexin’ some pawns round deez parts.

Layla Diaz turns away from Leah and into the camera.

Layla Diaz: We ain’t stupid neitha. So da Queen’s Guard comin’ at da Second City Riot Squad one mo time. Dis time, howeva, yous two bringin’ Morgan Payne wit yous. Well, let me clues da tree of you in on sometin’ real quick. Doesn’t mattah who yous bring wit yous. Yous goin’ toe ta toe wit da SCRS. Yous on our turf. Jus cuz we ain’t eminatin’ from da Southside of da Chi-town don’t mean we ain’t bringin’ it Southside style. Naw, we her. We in dis bish. Jus take a sec ta realize one lil fact bout us. When I hits mah cutta, ain’t no one done kicked out yet. Yous should know a ting er two bout dat. I’ma hit mah cutta outta nowhere and is finna be one, two, tree.

Layla Diaz looks back at Leah Aguero with a stone cold stare until Leah finally smirks and nods her head.

Leah Aguero: Let’s go do this, SCRS style.

As Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz start to walk away, Jed Coffey sticks around with Josh Davidson.

Josh Davidson: Did you have something that you wanted to say?

Jed Coffey: Yeah Buddy! To all my beeshes and booshes out there. Mighty J is in the hiz-ouse and we’re about to go smash and bash our way around that ring. I’m talking balls to the wall, no nonsense, no malarkey, no bullshit. It’s the SCRS going up against the Queen’s Schmucks and you know what that means in the end. They are going to be straight… Schmuck’s Up, Schmuck’s Down. Now let’s go smash it up, Gorilla style.

As Jed Coffey turns around, Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz are still standing there with their arms folded.

Leah Aguero: Are you done trying to get your stupid catchphrases over? Business is to be had, in the ring.

The Second City Riot Squad now leave in unison as Josh Davidson sends things back to the ring.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is a six person tag team match.

“Killing in the Name” by Rage Against the Machine starts playing over the sound system as the lights begin to slowly go in and out. As the hook begins, the lights come on fully and Jed Coffey is standing at the top of the entrance with his arms folded.

Killing in the name of

The fans immediately begin to boo the man as they know the rest of the Second City Riot Squad contingent is not far behind.

Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses
Some of those that work forces, are the same that burn crosses

Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz arrive from out behind Coffey on either side. Diaz is sporting her typical red and black half lucha mask as Leah has a black bandana covering her face from the nose down and a backward baseball cap pulling her hair back. After posing at the top of the entrance, the trio start to make their way towards the ring, ignoring the heat they are receiving from the fans.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois! The team of Leah Aguero...Layla Diaz...and Jed Coffey. They are...THE SECOND...CITY...RIOT SQUAAAAADD!!

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 stepping out onto the apron and waiting..

Roger Arden: Their opponents!!

The lights dim in the arena as three blue spotlights shine down on the stage. As “Flesh and Bone” begins, Lluvia Cane, Moe Renhuan and Morgan Payne step out onto the stage and into the spots on the stage, blue lights pulsing down the sides of the ramp and flashing throughout the arena. Moe and Lluvia hold their hands up over their heads, rotating their hips as they spin in opposite directions. In the center, Morgan rolls her neck and shoulders, shaking out her fists.

Roger Arden: “Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 400 pounds, representing the KINGDOM….”

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

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

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

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

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

~DING DING DING~

Starting the match off was Lluvia Cane and Leah Aguero with a lock up and Aguero winning the strength game. She pushed Lluvia into the corner, breaking dirty when the ref called for it, by catching her with a forearm. Leah kept up with the forearms until the ref called for the break again. Chicago cheered for their hometown competitors as Leah whipped Lluvia out of the corner but held onto her, pulling her in for a Snap Suplex against her team’s turnbuckle. She tags in Layla Diaz who comes in, jawjacking over Moe Renhuan and Morgan Payne before making them watch her run in with a basement dropkick to Lluvia in the corner. She armdrags Lluvia out of the corner, leaving her in a sitting position before springing off the ropes and hitting a crossbody for a 2 count. She picked Lluvia up and left her swaying on her feet as Layla came off the ropes. As she came back in, however, Lluvia sprung into action and caught Layla with a single knee facebreaker! Layla snapped up and Lluvia followed with a violent jumping cutter, dragging Diaz brutally to the mat. Lluvia sat up, shaking the cobwebs out as her team members were both asking for a tag in. Lluvia crawled then got up to step over and tagged in Moe Renhuan.

Moe turned the momentum around into the Queen’s Guard’s advantage, going at Layla with chops and palm strikes to really start wearing her down. Layla sprung back into action and fired back with a forearm. Moe came right back and just headbutted her square in the face. She went for a Buzzsaw Kick then but Layla managed to duck and just grabbed her by the throat, cocking back for her own headbutt. Moe grabbed Layla around the back of the head and dropped to her knees for a jawbreaker. Layla stumbled back to her corner and Jed Coffey, a little pissed at seeing his girlfriend in trouble, tagged himself in and stepped over the top rope. Moe froze, seeing the sheer size of the man but she started squaring up to take him on anyway before Morgan called her attention with a whistle through her teeth. Moe looked over and Morgan had her hand out, more than insisting she be tagged in. Moe appeared to be asking if Morgan was sure as she pointed out Morgan’s bruises and scrapes from having two matches already in the past few days. Morgan insisted still so Moe tagged her in. Morgan entered the match and circled up with Jed. A clear size and reach advantage was on Jed’s side as he towered over Morgan at least a full foot. Jed called for a lockup and Morgan feigned her way in but dropped a knee on the mat to stop her advance and stepped back, circling with the man.

As the two stepped in, it seemed Jed had scouted Morgan a little and knew she was a shooter. He reached down low and grabbed her by the throat with a boisterous laugh. Morgan, however, snatched him by the wrist and dug into a pressure point to make him loosen his grip and took him with an Arm Drag into a Ko Uchi Gari (single leg takedown). Jed hits the mat and Morgan shifts into a position where she goes into a ground pound, throwing vicious forearms and elbows down onto the big man as he tries to cover up. Layla Diaz ran into the ring, kicking Morgan in the back of the head to get her off of Jed. Jed rolled out of the ring, and Lluvia Cane came in, spearing Layla Diaz to the mat. Leah Aguero rushed inside the ring and collided with Moe Renhuan and the brawling started. Morgan Payne got to her feet and caught Jed Coffey on the outside so she hit the ropes and came running for a Suicide Dive. This was where the big man caught her in his arms, crossways and looked behind him at the crowd. Fans didn’t like the look on his face and scrambled out of their chairs before Coffey literally just whipped around, throwing Morgan like a sack of potatoes into the rows of empty chairs with a violent crash. He then slid back into the ring, making it a 3 on 2 battle as he and Layla put the boots to Moe. The referee hadn’t even started counting Morgan out yet as he was trying to get the match under control and get illegal competitors out of the ring.

When the ref finally got control of the match after nearly a minute, Lluvia and Moe along with Layla and Leah all got out on their corners, leaving Jed the legal superstar inside. The referee started counting finally for Morgan but Jed was more focused on flexing his arms and showing off his impressive physique. It was only when Layla and Leah yelled at him to pay attention that he spun around into FAUGH A BALLAGH!!!!! Morgan Payne’s striking spear took the big man down before she rolled over onto her side, obviously in a lot of pain. Both teams were calling for their legal team member to get over for a tag. Jed was trying to get some air back in his lungs as Morgan Payne crawled towards the ropes and began pulling herself up. As Jed started getting to his feet, Morgan dove and tagged in Lluvia. Lluvia flew across the ring, running into Leah Aguero to send her off the apron. Layla Diaz caught Lluvia with a punch from the apron. As Jed grabbed for Lluvia, Morgan - rather than exit the ring through the ropes - charged across and hit Layla with another Faugh A Ballagh that sent both women crashing violently out to the ringside floor! Lluvia was laying into Jed with lefts and rights but the bigger man was more or less absorbing them before taking her by the hair and whipping her across the ring like a rag doll. Lluvia rolled into a sitting position and started pulling herself up with a grimace as Jed came charging in for a big boot. As he did, Moe hit a blind tag on Lluvia and the Cherokee Rose dove out of the way. Jed’s foot got caught up on the turnbuckle and Moe hit a rope assisted enziguri, sending him back to the floor. She hastily began scaling the turnbuckle then as Jed got to his feet. He turned and down came Moe to deliver UNITED STATES OF SMASH!!!!! Moe goes for the cover! Leah makes it back into the ring. She runs in for the breakup but Lluvia intercepts with ANGELIC REBELLION!!! 1! 2! 3!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners!!! THE QUEEN’S GUARD!!!!

Nick Hanson: Wow!!!! What a performance by these teams!!

Matt Salvatore: I’ll say!! Only one team could come out on top though and we know who that is tonight!

Nick Hanson: I gotta say, Lluvia Cane...Moe Renhuan...Morgan Payne? They make a pretty good trio!

Matt Salvatore: That they do!

Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Collision! Up next, the contract signing between Sativa Nevaeh and Danni Anderson is about to begin.

Matt Salvatore: We’ve got our General Manager standing in the ring, so let’s get started!

Within the ring, Luthor Callaway stands beside a round table and two unfolded steel chairs. He surveys the audience with a smile on his face. In his right hand is a microphone; in his left hand is the contract. Once he has the focus, he raises the microphone to his lips.

Luthor Callaway: Well, well! Good evening, Chi-town!

Naturally, there’s a pop from the crowd.

Luthor Callaway: It looks like everyone is ready, so without further ado… Roger?

He looks to the ring announcer, who smiles and raises his own mic.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the challenger, “The Sweetheart Esper” Danni Anderson!

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



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



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



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



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



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

Gladly, Luthor shakes hands with Danielle. The young woman smiles before she takes her seat. She seems rather excited and nervous to be there. Luthor then looks back at Roger.

Roger Arden: And now, ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NFW World Heavyweight Champion, “Darth Ganga” Sativa Nevaeh!.

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



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



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



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

Nick Hanson: Looks like the Champ has something to say before we get started.

Matt Salvatore: This should be good, Nick!

Sativa Nevaeh: Before we get started, tonight is a special night. Tonight marks one full year I have held this title. One year as the top of this company. One year as the face that people saw when they brought up and looked at NFW. I came into NFW and took this title like I said I was going to. When we had a mass exodus I helped keep this company not only afloat but growing.

Sativa starts pacing slightly.

Sativa Nevaeh: We have people coming in looking to take me down. People want to join NFW for their chance to dethrone the queen. So many have tried. So many have failed. Now, I was given the chance to choose my opponent for Reckoning Day. I chose who I felt would give me the best challenge on the roster. The only person, in my opinion, not in the Kingdom who deserved a chance at my title. THAT is why I chose Danni Anderson.

There’s a positive reaction for the challenger. Danielle blushes a little, but she smiles brightly. Sativa finally pulls her seat out and sits down.

Sativa Nevaeh: And before anyone gets any ideas that I’m going to do something to make this a violent spectacle of a match, think again. This match between Danni and myself shall be a standard match. Nothing special or over the top.

Luthor Callaway nods to both women. He motions to the contract folder that sits on the table along with two pens.

Luthor Callaway: Here we have the contract for Reckoning Day. The Main Event match between the Challenger, Danni Anderson, and the World Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh.

Danielle reaches out and brings the contract over to her side of the table. She glances it over, takes a deep breath, and lets it out slowly. Luthor kindly offers her the mic, which she accepts.

Danni Anderson: I’m really really excited about this opportunity! It’s kinda surreal. I’ll be a wrestler for two years this August and… it’s amazing that I’ve come this far. For the first time in my career, I’m challenging for the World Heavyweight Championship. I wanna find the right words to say, but this is…

In a fusion of excitement and nervousness, the Pink Sugarplum Fairy rocks back and forth in her seat. The General Manager reaches out and places a hand on her shoulder. Danielle looks up to him, offers a sheepish grin, and takes her pen. Without hesitation, she writes her signature on the contract.

Danni Anderson: No matter what happens, thank you. Thank you for the opportunity. I can’t wait for Reckoning Day!

Before her hyperness takes over, she calms herself down and hands the microphone back to Luthor. He then regards the champion with a smile.

Luthor Callaway: Miss Nevaeh, if you please.

Sativa picks up her pen and turns the contract to read it. She looks it over and then looks up with a smile.

Sativa Nevaeh: Everything looks in order to me, Lex.

Sativa rapidly signs her name on the contract. She then looks across the table at Danni.

Sativa Nevaeh: Don’t let me down, Danni.

Danni Anderson: I’ll do my best!

Danielle offers her the sweetest smile. Sativa stands up as her music starts up. She climbs one of the turnbuckles and holds the World Heavyweight Title up over her head. Danielle rises from her seat and offers a round of applause, in which the fans mirror this.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….

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.

"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.

Roger Arden: From Lacombe, Louisiana! Weighing in at 210 pounds! He is the Black Ronin! DAMON...CROSS!!

Nick Hanson: Damon Cross making his way to the ring and--OH!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!

Matt Salvatore: THE FUCK IS THAT?!

As Damon reaches ringside, a fan in the front row, wearing a hoodie with the hood up suddenly flings their large soft drink in his face, splashing him with cola! As Damon wipes his face and slicks his hair out of his eyes, the fan climbs over the barricade and just goes at him with vicious, wild strikes. Damon is whipped into the apron and the fan, someone of a somewhat hefty stature comes charging in and just clotheslines him against the apron. Damon drops and the fan throws back the hood on the hoodie to reveal...JANSEN MYRRH!!

Nick Hanson: WHAT THE HELL IS JANSEN MYRRH DOING?! DAMON CROSS HAS A MATCH!!!

Matt Salvatore: You think someone like Jansen Myrrh gives a shit Nicky?!

Jansen Myrrh lays into Damon Cross a few more times with her boots before picking him up and walks him up the ramp by his hair. She whips him into the stage wall then grabs his hair and goes to ram his face into it but Damon blocks with his hands and throws an elbow back into Jansen’s face! Jansen stumbles back and Damon grabs her, running her into the wall now to the cheers of the fans as he fights back but Jansen comes right back at him with fists flying and Damon meets with his own. The brawl is on and they start working their way through the curtain.

Nick Hanson: We gotta get a camera back there now!

Matt Salvatore: I ain’t a miracle man, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Wait here we go!

The feed switches backstage where the camera man is running up on the scene of Jansen and Damon just absolutely going at it. Fists being thrown, knees driven into ribs, throwing each other into walls and equipment boxes. It looks like Jansen Myrrh is actually blee--wait, no. They’re both bleeding! Superficial wounds but they’ve bloodied each other’s noses and/or mouths from what can be seen. Damon’s growling and yelling angrily; Jansen’s cursing up a storm. The brawl continues for another moment before security and referees rush the two and pull them apart like separating a pair of dogs locked in a fight.

Nick Hanson: Well we apologize, ladies and gentlemen! It appears this match between Damon Cross and Morgan Malice is being thrown out! We’re gonna try to restore order here and we’ll be right back!

Matt Salvatore: Fuck it, Nicky! Let them fight!

The two keep trying to get at each other as we fade to a commercial.

The camera shifts from the action at ringside to the backstage area. The Kingdom, as a collective unit, were making their way through the backstage area toward one of the catering room. Mary and Morgan walked in the lead with Moe, Lluvia and Lilith pulling up the rear and Jasmine between the two groups.

They weren’t about to let what happened two weeks before happen again.

The group rounded the corner and made their way to the catering room door where Mary threw the door open and the group began to head inside. Jasmine walked in behind her as Lluvia and Moe crossed the threshold of the door short after.

Moe: “What are we doing after the show girls? Wanna get Sushi?”

Lluvia: “I don’t think Lil will eat it babe.”

Moe: “That’s true…”

Mary: “They have seaweed wraps?”

As Mary spoke the lights above them began to flicker, nearly the instant they walked into the room and they all turned their eyes to Jasmine. All of them making sure she wasn’t going to be targeted again. Taken again.

And with the attention on Jasmine none of them saw the door slam shut in Lilith’s face just as she reached the door. She walked full force into it and staggered back holding her face. The girls all ran to the glass window of the room that overlooked the hallway. Beyond the glass the lights were flickering and in the flashes behind the stunned blonde stood a woman. Her face was painted and on each arm were the words “Kneel” and “Perish.”

Nick Hanson: “Oh god….it’s Asmodeus….”

Matt Salvatore: “But she’s after Jasmine?!”

Nick Hanson: “She wants Jasmine to feel her pain….oh god...Lilith….”

The painted woman’s arm came out from behind her back to reveal a kendo stick. She lashed out without warning and took Lilith on the face with it, sending her flat to the floor while inside the catering room the Kingdom raged, banging on the glass and screaming curses.

Maiko just smiled and from around her waist unwrapped a long slender belt. She wrapped it into a loop and secured it around Lilith’s wrist, then looped it over one of the beams in the room of the hallway. With a yank she pulled the nearly unconscious woman to her feet by the arm so her arm was extended.

Maiko then walked around to the side with the arm in the air twirling the kendo stick while Jasmine slammed her palms into the window and screamed.

Jasmine: “ASMODEUS STOP! THIS IS BETWEEN US!”

Matt Salvatore: “What is she gonna do….”

Nick Hanson: “Her ribs...oh...no….”

Lilith awoke with an agony filled scream when the kendo connects to her still healing ribs. The stick connects a second time, then a third. Each strike matched by a scream of pain from the blonde faerie. Inside the room the girls are beside themselves trying to break the plexiglass but no matter how hard they hit it, it won’t break.

Lilith Meadows: “NO MORE! PLEASE NO MORE!”

Maiko turns slowly to look at the girls in the window. Mary, Christina and Morgan are livid screaming curses, Moe and Lluvia are in tears and Jasmine just stares in shock. Lilith is crying, holding her ribs as best as she can with her unbound arm.

Asmodeus: “All you had to do….was help.”

With the words “was help” Maiko turned one final time and swung the kendo stick, this time with such force the wood shattered into splinters and Lilith let out an ear piercing shriek as something no doubt broke.

The lights then faded in the hallway and catering and when they came back on Lilith was lying on the ground clutching her side and Maiko was gone. The door to catering stood open and the girls rushed out to help the Faerie as the shot returned to the ringside area.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The arena goes black, as a music box is heard playing as the screen begins to flicker. A pair of heels are heard clicking along the ground, as the screen turns on and a music box is shown on the screen. The music box keeps playing as a woman approaches it, looking down at it tilting her head to the left, then to the right. She immediately grabs the lid and slams it, as it fades back into the arena, and a woman shouts over the PA System.

“Shatter Me!”

Just then "Lollipop" by Rage of Light kicks in and from behind the curtain emerges none other than Kamila Rose.

Roger Arden: "Entering the arena right now...from London Ontario Canada...weighing in at 120 Pounds...Kamila Rose!!"

She has a serious yet stern look on her face as she walks down to ringside. Some fans are cheering her, but the overwhelming boos seem to be drowning them out. She gives one fan a cold glare before looking on to the ring as she makes her way down the aisle.

She marches up the ring steps and steps between the ropes. She gets up on the second rope spreading her arms apart, not caring for the negative fan reaction.

She gets off the ropes, taking off her ring jacket and paces around the ring ready for the match to begin.

The synthesized intro of "Big Bad Wolf" begins matched shortly by the drums and the lights of the arena fade to darkness. A eerie purple glow begins to appear on the stage as the guitar strums kick in the words "Even in these chains you can't stop me" repeated four times with a loud drum strike after each one. After the fourth the guitars and drums kick in full force and the words "The Fanged Rose" appears on the screen with the well known red eyes of the Matthews "Reptile" behind it.

"You see I am the wolf.
and this dirty little piggy
lives inside of me.
You see every and then
I forget which one I want
and which one I need.
I have come to realize
that both of them have become a necessity.
I now have come to realize
that I become which animal I choose to feed!"

As Maria shrieks the follow up The Fanged Rose comes through the curtain. The black coat buckled around her throat with the hood up shadowing her face. She steps to where the stage and the ramp meet she drops into a kneel with a hand on the ramp.

Roger Arden: And her opponent, from Greensboro, North Carolina, the NFW Silver Mountain Champion, Jasmine Matthews!

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

Each line she bobs lightly until the final word and Jasmine shoots up straight throwing the hood back from her face and letting out a bestial shriek before she sprints to the ring and sides under the ropes. She pops back up and marches to the turnbuckle where she climbs to the top, throws one leg over to balance herself and lifts a single fist into the air.

~DING DING DING~

Jasmine and Kamila are in the ring as Kamila stares daggers at Jasmine who just laughs as the two of them circle the ring. Kam is the one to make the first move as she goes right after Jasmine and takes her down with a Thesz Press. Kam tries to strike at Jasmine, but the Queen of the Kingdom takes Kamila by the hair and pulls back on it, forcing the woman to get off of her. Jasmine gets back up to her feet as the referee warns her about pulling on the hair. Jasmine just laughs as she releases Kamila and gives her a swift slap across the face. Kamila grabs at her jaw and cheek, as she stares at Jasmine again. Jasmine flips Kamila the bird before Kamila comes right after Jasmine who sidesteps her and Kamila hits the ropes. Kamila comes off the ropes and takes Jasmine down with a crossbody. Kamila hooks the leg, but Jasmine kicks out immediately. Jasmine gets up to her feet, only to be taken down with a series of clothesline by Kamila and then it’s followed up with a belly to belly suplex. Kamila then takes Jasmine and delivers a bucklebomb before hitting Jasmine with bridging Northern Lights Suplex that gets her a two count. Kamila picks Jasmine up and sends her into the ropes. Jasmine comes off the ropes and Kamila telegraphs a back drop and Jasmine grabs Kamila by the head and drops her with a DDT.

Jasmine laughs as she picks Kamila up and delivers a series of knife edge chops to the woman that echo through the arena. She then takes Kamila and sends her into the corner. Jasmine gets a running start and delivers a corner dropkick before taking Kamila and delivering a tornado DDT out of the corner. Jasmine hooks the leg and goes for the cover only to get a two count. Jasmine laughs as she gets up to her feet and as Kamila gets up, Jasmine hits the ropes and delivers Kneel Peasant. Jasmine doesn’t stop there though as she gets up, waiting for Kamila to get to her feet. As she does, the lights go out and the arena mumbles. When they come back on, Maiko is there in the ring in front of Jasmine and in between her and Kamila. Jasmine makes the first move as she goes right at Maiko and the two of them begin to brawl and the ref has no choice but to call for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Nick Hanson: Hey whoa!!! Look out now!!!

Matt Salvatore: Here we go again,Nicky! It got pretty crazy last time!

Kamila takes the opportunity to slip into the crowd and disappear. The show fades to a commercial as security tries to break up the fight between Jasmine and Maiko.

As the intro of "Parasite" by Andromeda begins to fade, Tren Descarrilado steps out onto the stage, followed closely by his manager, Katelin Arnett. He looks around the arena, Katelin at his side, before he nods down the ramp to her, and the two begin their walk.

I sit in darkness cold and wait

Searching in my mind

My watch has stopped at half past eight

And I can't recall a thing

I won't accept this divided state

Where two are trapped in one

I'd ask them to communicate

If I knew how

Tren is laser focused, and Katelin says nothing as the two approach the ring. Tren climbs the steps, pausing briefly to cross himself before shooting two middle fingers up to the ceiling. He walks along the apron, sitting on the middle rope and pushing up the top one so that Katelin can easily climb inside.

I am the one of your fears

In your head, in your bed, in your dreams - or so it seems

Am I too much

I have no fears, have no tears

And might I add, like I said;

Am I too much

Tren follows, and hands her Lola. Katelin makes her way to the middle of the ring, the barbed wire bat over her shoulder as Tren climbs up onto the second turnbuckle and stares out around the arena, a snarl on his lips, before he spits down to the floor to rejoin her in the ring. She walks over and takes the microphone from ringside.

They're starting to interrogate, looking for a sign

Trying to intimidate, "we know you were there that night"

It seems it's getting far too late to find an easy out

But how am I to indicate that it was eye

The music fades as Katelin begins to speak.

Katelin Arnett: Since no one else can seem to get this right, I'll do it. Introducing my client. Standing six feet, three inches tall, and weighing in at two hundred and forty four pounds. He is the Train Wreck. He is the man who feels no pain. He is the HARDCORE ICON of NFW, and your worst fucking nightmare. From Juarez, Chihuahua, Mexico, he is...

She points at Tren with Lola in her other hand.

Katelin Arnett: Tren Descarrilado.

I am the one of your fears

In your head, in your bed, in your dreams - or so it seems

Am I too much

I have no fears, have no tears

And once again, little friend;

Am I too much

Tren smirks, and raises his hands wide at his sides, bad mouthing into the hard cam as it cuts away.

Roger Arden: And his opponent…

"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: From Denver, Colorado, standing five feet, five inches tall, she is Vanita Thompson!

~DING DING DING~

Tren holds the ropes open, allowing Katelin to climb out as the bell rings. He hands Lola down to her before turning to face his opponent. He steps out to the middle of the ring, and as he approaches Vanita, she throws a hard elbow into Descarrilado’s chin. Tren’s head snaps back and the Vain One goes to throw another before his head snaps back down, his arm coming up to block the second elbow. Tren drives his forehead into Vanita’s, causing her to stumble backwards a couple of steps. He walks forward as she shakes her head, clearing the cobwebs. Tren boots Vanita in the stomach, immediately dropping the woman with a DDT. She groans as she hits the mat, the monstrous clown rolling aside to rise to his feet. He looks out to ringside as Katelin simply nods at him. He turns back to Vanita rising to her feet, and throws a hard hook at her, which she ducks. The Vain One sprints across the ring, rebounding off the rope and flooring the Train Wreck with a vicious spear!

Vanita doesn’t let up. She mounts Tren’s chest, raining forearms and elbows down into his face. He finally manages to land a stray punch, knocking the woman off of him, and allowing him to climb to his feet. He turns, rising to his feet, only to eat a roundhouse kick from Vanita, catching him off guard. Vanita dives into the cover, hooking Tren’s leg, but the referee is nowhere to be found, because Katelin Arnett is on the apron, arguing with the official. Vanita gets up off of Tren, walking over to the corner, yelling at Arnett. Her argument is cut short, however, when massive arms circle her waist before Tren executes a release German Suplex, launching Thompson across the ring. He rises to his feet, walking across the ring to lift Vanita to her feet and launches her in the corner, where he climbs to the second turnbuckle and begins raining fists down into her face. The crowd gets to the ten count, but Tren doesn’t stop, a sadistic look on his face as he continues to pummel his opponent.

~DING DING DING~

The referee calls for the bell, disqualifying Descarrilado, but the big man doesn’t seem to care, stepping back off the turnbuckle and pushing Vani toward the middle of the ring, where she stumbles, dazed, turning back into Tren who delivers END OF THE LINE! He isn’t done, calling to Katelin, who climbs onto the apron, and offers him Lola.

Nick Hanson: Oh god, no! He’s gonna use that bat on Vanita?!!?!

Matt Salvatore: Not if this guy has anything to say about it, Nick!!!! Here comes Darius!!!!

As Tren takes the bat, he notices movement out of the corner of his eye as Darius Crowley comes sprinting down the ramp, and slides inside. Tren swings Lola with murderous intent, but Crowley ducks the swing, hitting the rope rebound and coming back and blasting Descarrilado with a brutal BICYCLE KNEE STRIKE! Tren stumbles back a step, shaking his head and laughing as Crowley hurriedly gets Vanita out of the ring. Tren roars, running over and swinging the bat again, but he misses as Darius, ducks through the ropes and drops to the floor. Descarrilado goes to make chase as Crowley helps Vanita toward the ramp, but Katelin puts a hand on Tren’s forearm, causing the clown painted monster to lower the bat, turning to look at
her and nodding before looking back at Crowley with a sneer.

Nick Hanson: Tren Descarrilado looks FURIOUS, Matt!!

Matt Salvatore: Darius looks furious, Nick!! What are you talking about?!

Nick Hanson: Well this is one hell of a way to wrap our go-home show before Reckoning Day!! We’ll see you then, folks! Right back here in the Collision Center! For Matt Salvatore, I’m Nick Hanson! So long, everybody!