NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY! 06/16/2020!

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY! 06/16/2020! Jun 16, 2020 11:25:51 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 16, 2020 11:25:51 GMT -8

PRE-SHOW MATCH #1
Layla Aishe v. Azurine Vebbins

Roger Arden: The following contest is a one on one match, scheduled for one fall!

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

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from an unknown location, Layla Aishe!

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.

Roger Arden: And her opponent, from Halo Acres, Phloriphornia, Azurine Vebbins!

She performs various other dance steps while making her way to the eastern ring apron. 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.

~DING DING DING~

As the bell rings, the ladies circle for a bit, then lock up. They jockey for position, with neither one really getting the better of the other. Layla is able to use her slight size advantage to power Azurine back a bit, then quickly grabs the arm and wrenches. Layla has full control of the arm now and transitions into a hammerlock. As Layla attempts to go for a waist lock, Azurine is able to grab her arm and now has Layla in the arm wrench. Azurine delivers a few arm wringer snaps, then goes into the hammerlock and then connects with a hammerlock leg sweep, driving the fortune teller down on to her arm. Azurine stays focused on the arm of Layla, delivering a standing dropkick to the shoulder, then follows with a hip toss, cartwheels through and hits another dropkick to the arm. Azurine looks for her signature Inverted Juji Gatame, but Layla is quick to spin out and grabs the ropes to pull herself up. Azurine charges in, but Layla sidesteps her and pushes her aside. Azurine uses the momentum to hop over the top rope, then springboards up and connects with the big double axe handle. Azurine makes the cover, but can only get a 2 count.

Azurine pulls Layla back to her feet, and looks for the Northern Lights suplex, but Layla delivers a clubbing blow to the back and quickly transitions into the snap suplex. Layla rolls her hips and brings Azurine up, then slips behind her and delivers a German suplex. Layla again rolls the hips and pulls Azurine up with her, then connects with a backstabber. Layla quickly makes the cover, but Azurine just manages to kick out. Layla brings Azurine back up, delivers a few clubbing blows to the back, then hooks her for the fisherman suplex. Azurine manages to shove Layla off and delivers a few hard forearm shivers. Azurine delivers two knees right into the sternum of Layla, then steps back and kicks, but Layla has the Sweetheart Sock Hop scouted, catches the superkick, spins Azurine around and delivers one of her own. Azurine crumples to the mat, and then rolls outside. Layla looks up, sighs slightly, then rolls outside.

Layla slowly brings Azurine back up to her feet on the outside, only to be caught with an open palm strike. Layla returns with a hard chop, but Azurine fires right back with the palm strike. Another chop from Layla and this time an elbow smash from Azurine. Layla then comes right back with an elbow of her own as the ladies trade stiff strikes on the outside. The ref continues his count, reaching 15 before both ladies realize it and slide inside. As soon as they get to their feet, the slug fest is back on, with each looking to wear the other down. Azurine gets the advantage with several quick palm strikes that rock Layla. Azurine slips behind and gets Layla set for the Pearly Gatekeeper, but Layla brings her arms down, breaking the dragon suplex attempt, and looks for In The Stars, but Layla shoves her off. Layla bounces off the ropes, and turns around right into two quick knees to the sternum, then a massive superkick and finally gets spiked with the DDT as Azurine hits the Sweetheart Sock Hop on the second go. Azurine quickly covers

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: The winner of the match as a result of a Pin fall… AZURINE VEBBINS!

Nick Hanson: Absolutely fantastic match to kick us off tonight. Real back and forth contest, great technical skill shown and what’s more, no cheap shots or dirty tricks.

Matt Salvatore: Well maybe some dirty tricks would have served Layla well. Yea she put up a good fight, but she lost. A good thumb to the eye or a bite to the hand could have had her out of the submission much earlier.

As "Radio Gaga" by Queen begins to play, Azurine Vebbins has her hand raised and is all smiles as the crowd cheers her on. Layla Aishe slowly gets to her feet, offers a quick handshake and then leaves to let Da Adorkable Angel enjoy her victory.

Winner: Azurine Vebbins
Result: Via Pin fall
Time: 10 minutes and 10 seconds
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PRE-SHOW MATCH #2
Amelia Abernathy v. Minoru Tanahashi

Roger Arden: The following contest is a one on 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 lights slowly dim as Heat Seeker begins to play. As the beat begins, red and blue lights start flashing along to the beat. The song continues playing along as a large black lion appears on the screen, charging forward. As it leaps, the lights go black

I've been searching all night
Light the fuse and let me take flight
I’m a

Green and pink lights flood the entrance ramp, shining off of Minoru Tanahashi’s mask.

Roger Arden: Her opponent, from Tokyo, Japan, Minoru Tanahashi!

Heat seeker I just wanna find the truth
Heat seeker and I'm shooting at the moon
Heat seeker yeah I'm looking for the way
I'd rather be lost than to stay the same

The lights flash along to the music as Minrou strolls down to the ring. As the second chorus begins he slides into the ring, going all the way to the other side, he hangs his head over the bottom rope and raises his mask. “Watch this, it’s going to be really cool.” He pushes back from the rope, rolls through, pops up to his feet, tosses his mask in the air. He spins as he lands, turning his back towards the camera as he catches his mask with the face towards the camera.

~DING DING DING~

Minoru walks right to the middle of the ring as Amelia shockingly does the same, smirking the whole time. She looks up at the Black Lion , then at the booing crowd. She just laughs before looking back to Minoru asking him “We have a deal, right?” Minoru looks back at her and gives a shrug. The smirk leaves her face as he spins around, going for Kabukicho Nights right at the start. She brings her arms up to block, cowering in fear when he suddenly stops, then pokes her in the shoulder with his finger. Amelia throws her arms back and lets out a very exaggerated scream as she falls to the ground. Minoru quickly makes the cover and the ref looks down at both of them. He rolls his eyes, shakes his head and then makes the count

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: The winner of the match as a result of a Pin fall… MINORU TANAHASHI!

Nick Hanson: You have got to be kidding me. I expect crap like that from Amelia Abernathy, but I thought Minoru Tanahaashi was better than that.

Matt Salvatore: It’s a disappointing outcome for sure, but Amelia did mention payment to Minoru on twitter.Maybe the offer was too good to pass up, plus he got the win.

Minoru helps Amelia up to her feet and they shake hands, with her even giving him a kiss on the cheek before Red hands him a check. Minoru exits the ring to a chorus of boos as the fans chant

THAT WAS BULLSHIT!
THAT WAS BULLSHIT!
THAT WAS BULLSHIT!

Amelia just laughs as Red holds open the ropes for her, while she calls the crowd scum and says they’re nothing but vultures calling for violence and broken bones.

Winner: Minoru Tanahashi
Result: Via Pin fall
Time: 29 seconds
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A camera catches up with Damon Cross outside the Collision Center, more specifically near the loading docks. A few semi-trailers are parked neatly between the lines in the distance, along with several rental vehicles, no doubt utilized by both wrestlers and crew. His Chicago Street Fight with Jansen Myrrh is mere hours away, yet to look upon the visage of the Black Ronin is to see a man utterly at peace. A white t-shirt upon which is emblazoned a tattered black banner and a black-armored warrior with a broken sword covers his torso, hands wrapped in black tape while below the belt are well-worn jeans and black boots. Clearly, Damon is old school, dressed for a street fight, prepared to treat it as such.

Tightly-muscled arms are folded across his chest as, without prompting, he starts to chuckle quietly. Tilting his head back to look at the still-bright afternoon light, he starts to address the camera.

Damon Cross: If ignorance were a crime, Jansen Myrrh, they’d lock you up and throw away the key. As it is not a crime yet, it falls upon me to teach the lessons that incarceration with the worst dregs of society could not.

His tone is utterly lacking in amusement. It makes the smile he wears something less than endearing. It is given up on moments later, with Damon pushing off from the wall and walking further onto the asphalt, sliding his hands into his pockets.

Damon Cross: The problem you have, Jansen, is the same problem that Aiden Reynolds and Patti Rose had. That Morgan Malice would have had were our match allowed to go on. The same thing I accused you of moments ago, in fact. Ignorance. Worse than that? Willful ignorance. It’s one thing to be stupid because you know no better. It is another to choose to be stupid. To choose to be an inflammatory influence just to further your own career. Now, do not misunderstand: I am no paragon of virtue. But I admit to my many mistakes. My darkness is not ignored, but accepted so that it holds no power over me. You? You act like the world owes you something. And perhaps… it does.

Stopping when his back is to the camera, the Black Ronin looks over his shoulder. The back of his shirt, in Gothic-style text, are the words “Damon Cross” above and “Heaven Awaits Those Who Prey” below a stylized cross.

Damon Cross: It owes you pain. I will deliver this. But first… a history lesson. Full disclosure. Why? Because I want no doubts in your mind during or after this fight, Jansen. If you beat me, I want you to understand how impressive that accomplishment is. If you lose, I want you to put head to pillow knowing the exact reasons why. Because for all your accolades and notoriety in this business, the one thing you’re still lacking is respect.

And if you don’t have respect, you don’t have anything.

In a marvel of videography, the entirety of the area around Damon Cross goes black and white, then shifts to static, before showing a scene from nine months ago. ‘Moving aside’ as his past self walks out of an arena toward a rental car parked behind said arena, this Damon Cross had just lost his career due to a match outcome and some bad business decisions. It is clear that the current, in-color Damon is going to have a hard time with this moment…

Damon Cross: Do you want to know what pain is, Jansen?

...he mutters as, moments after black-and-white Damon enters the car, an SUV slams full-force into the side of the car. And just to show that it was no accident, the vehicle backs up and has another go before tearing out of the lot. Security, other wrestlers and even office employees flow out of the building toward the car, some yelling loudly for medical help. We are… fortunate not to see the state of Damon in these moments post-impact. Color Damon looks back at the camera again.

Damon Cross: That’s pain. Can you match that with your hands or whatever weaponry you can scrounge up? I don’t think so.

Colder and harder of tone, some of the scenery blurring, the scene becomes that of a hospital room, of a battered Damon unconscious in one of the beds, hooked up to more than his fair share of machines. Half his body looks wrecked if the stitches and bandages are any indicator. Thankfully, it is not a view we, or Damon himself, has to suffer long.

Damon Cross: Everything but my life, so it felt at the time. But this is no sob story, Jansen. If you’re still watching, fight the urge to tune out. It gets better.

The door opens for someone to walk in, but the scene cuts away before that can happen. As with previously, Damon moves appropriately so as not to get in the way of the history unfolding. This, however, is a moment that precious few know anything about; two people, aside from Damon himself, to be precise. A moment set beyond his hospital discharge, in a dingy little apartment, barely qualifying as an efficiency, standing before a streaky mirror in a tiny bathroom. Cross looks, for lack of a better term, emaciated. His hair is wilder than usual, his eyes are sunken. He stares at himself even as his current self stares at his past self. It is… difficult to watch.

And it quickly becomes more so.

Palms placed on the cracked porcelain of the sink’s edge. past-Damon moves right hand to pick up an object off the toilet tank. His fingers close around the polished handle of the secondhand .38, one finger upon the trigger. Eyes still on the mirror, on the shell of a man before it, Damon lifts the pistol and puts the muzzle to his temple. His arm tenses, his finger clenches slightly… and a knock on the door in equal measure almost causes him to finish that squeeze before making him lower the piece. The voice is muffled, yet familiar.

Damon Cross: One more second is all it would have took. Have you ever known that kind of rock-bottom suffering, Jansen? Has pure chance alone ever made you turn from the end when nothing else would? If so… you have my empathy. If not… well, let us say I would not wish it even upon you.

Cut to a time far more recent. Cut to San Francisco. To a well-dressed Damon Cross standing by an old van of white, battered and scratched. Watching as a black sedan pulls up and a Japanese man, tattooed up both arms to the neck and most likely over most of the rest of his torso, too.

?: Damon Cross…

Not speaking the game so much as spitting it like so much acid, the Japanese man cracks his neck as his hands tense, fingers curling, eager to do damage.

Past-Damon: Akio Tsuzuki.

Damon… laughs quietly behind a mask resembling the famous visage from V for Vendetta, making Akio even more tense.

Past-Damon: What are you waiting for?

Akio draws and fires his gun faster than Damon could reasonably react. He falls to the ground as the bullet rips into his shoulder. Somehow, present-Damon is not bothered this time; watching himself put a gun to his own head for the second time gave him the look of a person about to retch. But here? He looks almost… proud. A heated argument commences between the two, a fist knocking Damon’s head against the ground as the gun is brought to bear again. Another shot…

...this time, though, it misses.

Damon Cross: Get a man down, Jansen, you better finish him off. If you learn nothing else, learn that.

He speaks almost dispassionately. What goes on next is a brawl right there in the street, fists and weaponry through into the mix. Both men take their share of brutal hits, from Damon repeatedly headbutting Akio in an effort to smash his face in while Akio retorts by slashing at Damon and eventually impaling him in his other shoulder with one of the sai. Again, Damon stares down the barrel of that gun only for Akio’s past to catch up with him in the form of his former employer. Taking up the gun, Damon puts a hole in Akio’s leg as he tries to escape, leaving him to the mercies of those he betrayed.

And now, the surroundings turn black. There is only the Damon of the here and now.

Damon Cross: Now… are you thinking me a show-off yet, Jansen? Do you have the wrongheaded notion that all this that I’ve shown you through the marvels of technology is in an effort to scare you? Because it isn’t. Like I said: full disclosure. The most important moments are yet to come. The moments that will finally hammer home why it has come to battle between us. And why I am so determined to make you suffer. Jay, if you would be so kind?

Speaking to the cameraman, the person behind this visual novel of sorts, we are shown a few moments before the horrific vehicular assault. We are shown Damon, on his way out of the building, being stopped by Danni Anderson.

Danni Anderson: It’s never too late to make things right, Damon. Everyone deserves to be happy. Even you…

Clearly Damon isn’t sure how to take the contact when he isn’t initiating it. But perhaps it is telling that he does not draw away from her.

Past-Damon: Nothing I can say or do at this point will change anything. And even if it could, I’m not sure I would want to. It would be like admitting wrong and I still feel deep down that what I did was right and just. You cannot choose a path like mine and not be utterly devoted to. Sometimes that’s all that keeps a person sane.

Gently drawing his hand back, Damon exhales and turns toward the hallway. For a moment, all Danni can do is watch him go. She swallows, her throat rather dry, and then she parts her lips, calling out to him.

Danni Anderson: Damon!

To her surprise, he actually stops. She folds her hands in front of her and laces her fingers together.

Danni Anderson: I wish you well. No bullocks. I really, really mean that.

Past-Damon: ...thanks.

Present-Damon watches this calmly. From here, it’s back to the hospital, to several brief clips, one after the other, of Danni coming into check on him. Then, to that old, dingy apartment again… to Danni’s knock on the door literally saving Damon’s life. To mere hours before the brawl with Akio, with Damon and Danni dancing together at the wedding of their mutual friends Trenton Page and Hikaru Yamamoto and hours after the fight when Danni is there at his side once more as he’s stitched up.

Then, just like that, we’re back in the present. It’s slightly darker in Chicago now, but not by much; just enough to notice. Damon, still standing in the lot where the Street Fight is destined to begin, takes from his back pocket a mostly-empty pack of Marlboro Reds. Shaking one free of the pack, Damon takes a match from behind his ear, flicks the tip with his thumbnail, and lights the cancer stick, taking a long draw.

Damon Cross: Do you get it now?

Exhaling a plume of dangerous smoke, flicking some ashes from the tip, Damon fully faces the camera once more.

Damon Cross: I don’t give a fuck if you insult me. I don’t care if you like me or not. And I could give less of a damn whether or not you respect me.

Another draw. A lightning-fast series of clips of Jansen accusing Danni of attacking her, of bashing the young woman over the head with a chair… and the fury in Damon’s eyes when he comes to make the save.

Damon Cross: But the moment you hurt Danielle Anderson, that angel of mercy that pulled me from the darkness and gave me something to live for once again? The moment you refused to apologize for being a blatant slitch with no redeeming qualities to speak of by brutally attacking her and refusing her a proper apology? That was the moment I set my sights on you, Myrrh. And if you think for a second that I give a hot buttered fuck about a win tonight, then you’re even thicker than I would have guessed. No… tonight, my plan begins and ends with making you suffer. You have nothing I want, Jansen, except lungs full of air that I want to be expelled as screams and blood to spread over the pavement here, the floors in there and eventually the canvas into which I’m going to grind you. Having seen just what I’ve been through and having to accept that there’s nothing you can do to stop me, though? That’s icing on this delicious cake. But it’s only getting worse for you.

For one more night, I am going to be the monster. The Wolf of Justice. The Leader of the Crusade. The God of Ascension. The black-hearted monster that almost tore a company apart for his own amusement. This day… Reckoning Day… is where you come to the Crossroads, Jansen-

Damon’s former ring name when he wrestled beneath a mask. The meaning is clear.

Damon Cross: -but there will be no haggling, no deals. No demons waiting with contract, no smiling devils. Just the weight of your sins and a black hand to mete out punishment until the price is paid.

Turning fully, throwing the cig down and grinding it out with his boot, Damon spreads his arms wide and puts a malicious grin.

Damon Cross: SAY MY NAME!

Fade to black.

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PRE-SHOW MATCH #3
Christina Olson v. Kamila Rose

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…

Before Roger could finish his introduction, Christina comes flying out from behind the curtain and blasts Kamila from behind with a clothesline. Kamila stumbles down the ramp as Christina follows behind her and delivers a forearm to the back of Kamila’s neck. She continues to chase after Kamila as she stumbles around ringside. Christina finally catches up to Kamila and goes to bounce the woman face first off of the announcer’s table, but Kamila is able to block it and send Christina face first into it instead. Christina stumbles back as Kamila turns around and takes Christina down with a Thesz Press. She starts to lay in rights and lefts, but Christina is able to throw her off and scramble to her feet. She looks at Kamila and grins, egging her on to come and get some.

Kamila comes charging in, but Christina is able to sidestep her and deliver a clothesline that sends the two of them into the fans. Christina gets up and the two of them continue their brawl, fighting through the fans and back towards the backstage area of the arena as the cameras lose sight of them through all the chaos.

Winner: N/A
Result: No Contest
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Last Edit: Jun 16, 2020 12:08:45 GMT -8 by Steven Brody, CEO

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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY! 06/16/2020! Jun 16, 2020 12:05:11 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 16, 2020 12:05:11 GMT -8

We fade in to show clips and scenes of wartime combat. Buildings and vehicles being blown up and thrown into chaos. The voice of Samuel L. Jackson comes over the scenes.

“Humanity has gone through many times of strife and chaos. Times when fear rules the day.”

The scenes change to those of riots. Some in black and white others in color. Riots from all across the world and periods in history with cameras.

“In these times there are singular individuals that stand tall. Those that bring the fight to those who need it. They stand as a rallying point for the lesser and downtrodden.”

The scenes change again to people standing up to oppression. Those in power getting what they deserve. Overthrown or out right killed.

“Those in power, the oppressors, rue the day that they all know will come eventually. Be it to them or those who they leave to succeed them. Today is that day for NFW. Today is Reckoning Day, Mother Fuckers!”

The scene goes black and the logo for Reckoning Day fades in.

THE HEADLINER!

IAN’S GONNA KILL YOU!

DA ADORKABLE ANGEL!

BEHOLD THE KINGDOM!

WAR CRY! OOH-RAH!

BOW TO THE QUEEN!

KNEEL OR PERISH!

RIOT SQUAD! KNUCKLE UP!

MY BEESHES N BOOSHES!

DEM 1337 SKILLZ THO!

ONE YEAR CHAMPION!

HEY TREN! WHATTUP MOTHERFUCKER!

THE SHADOW WILL REIGN!

Nick Hanson: GOOD EVENING AND WELCOME, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!!! WE ARE LIVE IN CHICAGO, ILLINOIS AT THE COLLISION CENTER!! THIS!! IS!!! RECKONING DAY!!!!

Matt Salvatore: I’m pumped, Nick! We’ve been waiting for this event for awhile now!! The card’s hot! Hell, that pre-show was pretty hot, and we’re just getting started!

Nick Hanson: Well, I’d question Minoru Tanahashi’s integrity lately, after tonight.

Matt Salvatore: There’s gotta be something behind that. Let’s wait and find out, but till then, Reckoning Day is upon us! And don’t you dare shit on my pun.

Nick Hanson: I--

Matt Salvatore: Metal grinder, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Ahem. Alright, then. Well let’s get right to it folks! We’ve got six big matches tonight! Titles are on the line and there’s gonna be some bad blood settled! We’ll be starting out shortly with Cass Baumer and Ian Dickenson in an Extreme Rules match! Ian Dickenson’s been waiting to get his hands on Cass Baumer for awhile now.

Matt Salvatore: That girl’s been a royal pain in his ass for months now but he’s about to get his pound of flesh, for sure!

Nick Hanson: Following that, we’ve got a Handicap Cage Match. Tren Descarrilado wanted a fight. Both Darius Crowley and Vanita Thompson wanted a piece of him after weeks of his antics. General Manager Luthor Callaway’s giving them both what they want on the same night. We’ll see how Tren handles things or if The Shadow get their dues.

Matt Salvatore: Gonna be sick. We got us a Chicago Street Fight after that! Damon Cross has been looking for a fight with Jansen Myrrh after her false accusation and insulting of Danni Anderson. That’s going down tonight as well!

Nick Hanson: Then comes the title matches! We saw Second City Riot Squad win a gauntlet for the right to challenge the Tag Team Champions. They’ll meet the Skillz Vendorz later tonight! You know what comes after that, Matt.

Matt Salvatore: Ohhhhhh fucking do I! Ultimate X for the Silver Mountain Championship. Jasmine Matthews defends her title against Asmodeus. For weeks, no, months she’s been tormenting the Kingdom. Mind games, abductions, blindside attacks. All to get after Jasmine Matthews but it was the champion who demanded a fight from the General Manager so he granted her one and he put her gold, or silver I should say, up for grabs!

Nick Hanson: And finally but certainly not least, our main event. World Heavyweight Championship match. Sativa Nevaeh has been the reigning, defending champion for over a YEAR Matt! Her opponent tonight, one she’s wrestled only once and not even under NFW’s banner but was defeated, Danni Anderson will challenge for the title. Sativa Nevaeh actually requested she defend against Anderson as a way to avenge her one loss against her. NFW management granted it.

Matt Salvatore: I can’t wait, brother. Let’s go!

Nick Hanson: Let’s indeed! The show’s beginning now, folks! Let’s take it backstage to Ian Dickenson!
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Scene fades in on the hallway leading toward the gorilla position, where Ian Dickenson is walking toward the curtain in his ring gear, his wife Ebony Arceri-Dickenson walking beside him. His eyes are laser-focused, staring straight ahead. About 20 feet from the curtain, a desperate voice clamors for his attention.

Voice: Ian! Ian, hold up for a moment!

Ian and Ebony both turn their heads towards the source of the voice and see Josh Davidson flagging them down. When he finally does catch up to the couple, Ebony rolls her eyes and lets out an annoyed sigh as she glares at him.

Ebony: Josh, now is not a good time…

Ebony shakes her head as Ian glances over his shoulder, already growling under his breath.

Ian: What the hell do you want, Davidson?

Josh: Ian, tonight, in fact just moments from now, you get the match you’ve been waiting months for: an Extreme Rules match against Cass Baumer. For weeks, she’s been a constant presence in your matches, causing you to be distracted…

Ian’s eyes narrow at the reminder of Cass’ effect on some of his recent matches.

Ian: (coldly) The next words to come outta your mouth better be so brilliant Einstein himself would be proud, otherwise, I will fucking drop you.

Ebony carefully grabs hold of Ian’s bicep, silently mouthing his name as she arches her eyebrow. He acknowledges her with a quick glance before turning to stare a hole through the interviewer.

Josh: (gulping) However, the matchmakers have seen fit to give you a match that seems to be custom made for you….

Ian’s lips pull back into a half-sneer, half-smirk. His nostrils flare as he scoffs. Ebony smirks along with him, her tattooed fingers interlocked over his bicep.

Ian: Yeah, you’d think that, wouldn’t you? Frankly, it wouldn’t make one iota of difference what type of match they placed me in, I’d throw the rules out the goddamned window anyway.

Josh: There is one other thing to consider: The lack of rules goes both ways. While you’re not constrained, neither is Ms. Baumer….

Ian’s expression changes to one of mild bewilderment, mixed with a touch of amusement.

Ian: Are you implying that I haven’t thought about that fact, Davidson? I know there’s a handful of people that want to paint me as some sort of idiot, but I thought YOU were smarter than that. Little Miss Instigator has backed herself into a corner, so there’s no telling what shit she’ll pull, and if her past actions are any indicator, that’s something I need to be prepared for.

He pauses as a chuckle escapes his throat.

Ian: You wanna know what I find funny? She wants to talk about extending an olive branch to me, then the next thing I know, she’s dropping wild insinuations that my wife is going to do the very things that Cass herself has done to me. No… tonight, no one else had better stick their nose into this. It’s going to be me and Cass… one on one.

The growl returns to his voice.

Ian: And this time, that bitch won’t have anyone to hide behind.

Ian and Ebony turn to head toward the curtain, but stop short just before going through. Ebony and Ian face each other, with Ebony resting her hands on his arms.

Ebony: Time to put an end to her bullshit, babe…

Ian looks at his wife and silently nods his head. He pulls Ebony in for a quick kiss, and as they break away, she smiles.

Ebony: No matter what, I know you’ve got this. Now go paint the arena with her blood!

Ian: For you… I’ll paint a fucking masterpiece.

Ebony smiles broadly as the scene fades out.

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Match #1
Cass Baumer v. Ian Dickenson

Roger Arden: The following contest is and Extreme Rules match and is scheduled for one fall!

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

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Karori, Wellington, New Zealand, Cass Baumer!

She turns and starts to walk backward, showing off the massive white "Baumer Invasion" emblem at the back of the distressed outerwear.

"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.

As the opening riff of “The One You Love To Hate” begins to play, Ian makes his way onstage with his fists raised overhead. Once the bass kicks in, he starts making his way towards the ring.

Roger Arden: And her opponent, from Hawthorne California, Ian Dickenson!

If a fan tries to rile him, Ian will respond with his middle finger. Once he steps in the ring, he'll mount a turnbuckle and jaw-jack the crowd with both middle fingers in the air, until his music fades. He then jumps down and leans against the turnbuckle until the match begins.

~DING DING DING~

Ian and Cass are in the ring, Ian staring holes through Cass right now who isn’t backing down though. Ian makes the first move and goes after Cass who slides out of the ring and to the floor as Ian follows her and the chase is now on. Cass runs around the ring once, twice and on the third time, she slides under the ring trying to escape Ian who gets down and begins looking for Cass, but as he searches under the ring, the sound of a fire extinguisher going off can be heard as Ian crawls out, wiping at his face, stumbling around on the floor. Cass crawls out from under the ring, the fire extinguisher in hand as she charges right at Ian and drives it right into his midsection. Ian doubles over as Cass takes the extinguisher and slams it into the back of Ian and it drops him down to a knee. Cass then backs up and gets a running start before delivering a knee to the temple of Ian that drops him down to the floor. Cass doesn’t let up though as she grabs Ian by the hand and takes his fingers, pulling them like a wishbone and you hear a pop from it as Ian grabs at his fingers before Cass takes them and puts them on top of the ring steps before leaping and stomping right on them. Ian once again grabs at his fingers, yelling curse words as you can see he’s in a bit of pain right now.

Nick Hanson: Cass going after the hand of Ian early in this match.

Matt Salvatore: It’s hard to do a lot of stuff in that ring if you can’t grip anything or anybody, Nick.

Cass then goes and searches underneath the ring once again and this time, she finds a trash can. She slides it and the lid into the ring before grabbing Ian and rolling him under the bottom rope. Cass rolls in right after and she picks up the trash can lid. Ian gets up to a knee and as Cass goes to swing the lid, she’s met with a right hand to the midsection. Cass drops the lid and doubles over as Ian grabs the trash can and gets up to his feet and drives it into the back of Cass. He then rolls out of the ring himself and searches under the ring and finds a kendo stick. Ian rolls back into the ring and grabs the trash can once again as he sits Cass up and puts it over her. He gets a sinister grin on his face as he takes the kendo stick and gets into a batter’s stance before swinging for the fences and connecting on the trash can with the kendo stick over and over again with Cass trapped inside of it. Ian pulls the trash can off of Cass before picking her up and using the kendo stick with an assist for a Russian leg sweep.

Ian picks Cass up once again and this time, he delivers a double underhook suplex that drives her right into the trash can, completely crumpling it up as Cass lays there on top of it before Ian drops down and hooks the leg.

1…
2…
Kickout!

Nick Hanson: Cass still alive in this match, but Ian is building the momentum big time here.

Matt Salvatore: Cass has been living in a dojo over in Japan that specializes in deathmatches. It’s going to take more than that to keep her down.

Ian though doesn’t take the foot off the gas as he rolls out of the ring once more and searches under the ring before finding a black sack. He holds it up and the crowd stirs a little bit as he slides into the ring and undoes the tie around it and looks inside before laughing and pouring the contents out into the middle of the ring.

Nick Hanson: Are those Legos?

Matt Salvatore: Have you ever stepped on those, Nick? They hurt like hell. Imagine being body slammed or something onto them.

Ian picks Cass up and places her on the top turnbuckle before climbing up there himself and setting her up for an Avalanche Celtic Cross, but Cass is able to wiggle out of it and hit a top rope hurricanrana that sends Ian flying off the top rope and right onto the Legos in the middle of the ring. Ian arches his back in pain and you can see some of the Legos are stuck onto his back as Cass gets up to her feet and once again grabs the trash can lid and this time, as Ian gets up to his feet, she connects with a shot right to the head of Ian. Ian drops to a knee as Cass delivers a second and then a third shot with the lid as Ian falls back down to the mat. She picks Ian up once again and this time, she hits the ropes before grabbing Ian by the head and delivering a bulldog right onto the Legos. Cass rolls Ian over and hooks the leg for a pin.

1…
2…
Kickout!

Nick Hanson: Those Legos came back to hurt Ian instead, Matt.

Matt Salvatore: But knowing these two, this match isn’t anywhere near close to over.

Cass once again rolls out of the ring, looking underneath once again and this time, she finds a table. She pulls the table out from under the ring and sets it up out on the floor. She then rolls back into the ring and pulls Ian up to his feet. She goes to send Ian into the ropes, but he reverses it. Cass comes off the ropes and when she does, she runs into a popup powerbomb that drives Cass this time into the pile of Legos. Cass writhes in pain, but Ian doesn’t stop there. He picks Cass up and positions her over the trash can before delivering a lifting DDT that drives her face and head first through the can. Ian once again turns Cass onto her back and hooks the leg for a cover.

1…
2…
3--Kickout!

Ian looks a little shocked, but he doesn’t argue with the ref. Instead, he picks Cass up and sends her into the corner. Ian comes charging in, but Cass lowers a shoulder and takes Ian over the top rope, but he lands on the apron. As he regains his balance, Cass hits the ropes and comes through them, delivering a spear to Ian that sends both of them flying down and crashing through the table that was set up on the floor. Both of them are on the ground, laying motionless as the ref drops down to check on both of them. Once he does, he gets back into the ring. Cass is the first to begin to stir as she slowly gets back up to her feet with the help of the barricade. She rests up against it for a moment before taking Ian and getting him back into the ring. She looks under the ring once again and this time finds a few steel chairs and slides them into the ring. She piles them up as Ian gets up to his feet before Cass hits him with The Fact Check right onto the chairs! She hooks the leg for the cover.

1…
2…
3!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, Cass Baumer!

Nick Hanson: Big win tonight by Cass to get herself back on track here in NFW.

Matt Salvatore: What a way to open up the main card of Reckoning Day, Nick.

Winner: Cass Baumer
Result: Pinfall
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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY! 06/16/2020! Jun 16, 2020 12:46:04 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 16, 2020 12:46:04 GMT -8

A wandering cameraman captures the visual of the Challenger for the NFW World Heavyweight Championship, Danielle Anderson. She walks around the backstage area of the Collision Center in search of something… or perhaps someone. Dressed in a cute black frilly top, a pink flowery skirt, black nylon stockings, and a pair of hot pink high heels, she continues to look around until her eyes light up.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) Heyyy!

The camera pans back as she runs over and hugs her boyfriend. Damon, responding to the sweet call-out, opens his arms to catch his lady, taking her off her feet in his enthusiasm before setting her back down. He puts his hands on her shoulders, holding her at arm’s length, offering a saucy smile.

Damon Cross: Not exactly what I’d call attire fit for combat, but you ARE gorgeous.

Naturally, it brings a blush to Danni’s cheeks, and Damon leans in to kiss each one.

Damon Cross: So… to what do I owe this pleasant visit? You should be getting ready for your match.

Danni Anderson (◠o◠✿) There’s still plenty of time! Besides, I wanted to see you.

She reaches up and places her hands on the sides of his face. Briefly, her thumbs caress his facial hair with a giggle. She offers him the sweetest smile.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) I’ve gotta support you every step of the way. I know you’re gonna kick Jansen’s butt tonight.

Damon Cross: That IS the plan. Win or lose, I am going to make her scream. And not in the pleasant way.

He smirks slightly, then looks up and past Danni momentarily. Expression transitioning from amiable to serious at a moment’s notice, Damon speaks again to Danni as she watches this change.

Damon Cross: I want you to promise me something, Danielle.

The sudden transition is clearly noticed by the young woman. Despite her concern, she keeps a smile on her face for him.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) What is it, Damon?

Damon Cross: Promise me you won’t watch my match tonight.

He says it very calmly and quietly, but with all due seriousness. Lowering his eyes, meeting her own, his hands slide down her arms and take her own hands within them.

Damon Cross: I don’t want you to see the state I’ll be in when I take her on, Danielle. Jansen is going to see that side of me that… that I’ve been fighting to keep repressed. Not to mention the violence that’s sure to come. With you having a title match tonight… you don’t need that weighing on you.

For a moment, she’s confused. She has to take a moment to slowly piece things together.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) The side of you that...

She begins to recall the war they went through over a year ago. The Reckoning versus the Crusade. The darkness that took over him. Her eyes widen and her fingers lace with his. She shakes her head slowly, her eyes on him.

Danni Anderson (◕︿◕✿) ...but why? That’s not who you are anymore, Damon. You promised me...

Damon Cross: Yes, I did. But you know as well as I do that it’s the only way. You know what Jansen is capable of. So do I. If it were that alone, I might not feel this way. But she disrespected you. And I would not be here right now if it weren’t for you. Do you understand?

Of course she understood. But that did not make it any easier. Damon takes a knee before her, looking up into her angelic face.

Damon Cross: Fight fire with fire. That is what I intend to do tonight. No matter the outcome, though, I will be there to cheer you on for your own match. You have my word.

The concern upon her features becomes more visible. She doesn’t want him to tap into his darkness. The God of Ascension was terrifying. Feeling her heart skip a beat, she lowers herself onto her knees, places her hands on the sides of his face, and kisses him. A stray tear falls down from her left eye. In the same motion that he returns her kiss, he brings a hand up to sweep away that tear. Knowing he should say something reassuring, Damon finds nothing that fits the bill. Instead, he gets to his feet, giving her a hand up.

Damon Cross: I’m sorry.

Despite their sorrows, she finds a way to look into his eyes and weakly smile. The tears well up in her eyes, but she refuses to let them fall.

Danni Anderson (◡△◡✿) Don’t be. I have your word… so come back to me when it’s all over.

Her hands move to entangle her fingers into his dark curls. Damon’s response is to smile.

Damon Cross: Even if they have to wheel me out to the ring on a stretcher. I’ll be there, cheering louder than anyone else. I promise.

It’s a heart-wrenching moment. There is no doubt about it. Once more, she kisses him deeply, passionately, the tears freely falling down her face as she closes her eyes. It’s empowering how much they love each other. The cameraman decides to give them a moment to themselves before the entire perspective changes.

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Match #2
Tren Descarrilado v. Darius Crowley & Vanita Thompson

Roger Arden: The following contest is a handicap cage match!

"Exs and Ohs" hits the PA and Vanita walks out and heads right for the ring. She doesn't hi five to fans, but she does smile and wave to them.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Milan, Italy, Vanita Thompson!

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.

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.

As 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.

~DING DING DING~

The bell barely even started as Tren Descarrilado stepped inside the ring and the cage and just went right for Darius Crowley and Vanita Thompson with Lola!! Both of his opponents juked out of the way, sending him crashing into a corner where Darius came in and started throwing shots to the man’s face, letting out weeks of pent up anger on the man. Tren stood there in the corner, eating the punches, followed by a pair of mudhole stomps as Vanita joined in with Darius; the two lovers in shadow stomping away with their forceful kicks being what sent Tren to the mat while he just laughed and goaded them on to give him more.

Matt Salvatore: This guy doesn’t know what the fuck pain is, does he?!

Nick Hanson: Certainly not, Matt! That’s what makes him dangerous but it can also hurt him in the long run!

Darius and Vanita picked Tren up, Irish whipping him into the corner. This was combined with Vanita immediately following up with a running European Uppercut, rocking Tren in the jaw. As soon as she stepped out of the way, here came Darius, clobbering him with a running forearm. He moved and Vanita ran back in with another European Uppercut. Then Darius came with another forearm. Vanita with another uppercut. Darius with a forearm. Vanita with a--no! Tren Descarrilado exploded out of the corner then, roaring as he hit a double axe handle to the chest and flattened her on the mat. Tren ducked a superkick from Darius and the two grabbed at each other’s throats, squeezing before Darius was the one to let go. Tren reaffirmed his grip with his other hand and just threw Darius into the nearest wall of the cage, wedging him between the fence and the ropes.

Nick Hanson: OHH!!! There goes your godson, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: GET YOUR ASS UP, BOY!!!

This left Vanita by herself with Tren as the psycho clown stalked her as she got up. Vanita immediately, however, got back into the fight and started throwing hard right fists. Tren’s head snapped aside with each one but other than that, he obviously wasn’t registering the pain. Instead he was starting to laugh and egg Vanita on for more. She started laying in the kicks before he caught her by the throat and backed her into a corner, squeezing the air out of her. As Vanita struggled, Tren started with the knee shots, laying into Vanita’s ribs over and over. Next he switched to dirty boxing in the corner. Tren Irish whipped Vanita, then, across the ring into another corner and came charging at her but Vanita flipped things around, hopping up to sit on the top turnbuckle where she kicked Tren in the face as he got close. It stalled him long enough for her to jump off and catch him in a Tornado DDT, DRILLING his head into the mat! Tren sat up but was clearly knocked for a loop with that one. Vanita pushed him down and went for a cover.

ONE!

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Tren kicked out but was still visibly loopy. Vanita noticed this and seemed to connect something. Maybe they couldn’t physically hurt Tren but they could keep him stunned? She got in behind him and hit a brutal Roundhouse Kick to the side of his head as he got up onto a knee. This rocked Tren enough to drop down some, placing a hand on the mat. Vanita nodded, the fans cheering now as she hit the ropes and came in with a running knee strike to the side of his head.

Nick Hanson: TREN’S DOWN!! HE’S DOWN!! VANITA PUT HIM DOWN!!

Matt Salvatore: Atta girl! Capitalize on that shit!

Vanita finally hurried over to Darius, taking the time that Tren was clearing his head to try and get her partner up. A quick close up showed that being thrown into the cage had busted Darius open but he was coming to. Vanita looked back to see Tren getting up to his feet. She hurried over and started bringing down elbows across the back of his head. She stepped back and decided to go for the Vain Shot but Tren exploded up, catching her foot and threw it down before catching her in a bear hug. Squeezing, Tren began throwing head butt after head butt to Vanita when suddenly Darius came back into the match with a superkick to the side of the man’s face, knocking him away from Vanita who slumped to the mat as Darius took over. Another camera shot showed that she, too, was bleeding from the head butts.

Matt Salvatore: You don’t see very many people busted open from headbutts, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Certainly not but we’re seeing it here!

Tren was leaning against the ropes now as Darius came up and didn’t give him a chance to even clear the cobwebs before he grabbed him by the back of his head and began slamming Tren’s face against the cage wall. Repeated slams did the trick and now all three competitors were bleeding profusely. Darius pulled Tren away from the ropes and hooked an arm over his head, lifted him and bounced his legs off of the top rope for a slingshot suplex into the center of the mat. Darius rolled backwards, up out of it as Tren sat up and came in with a stiff bicycle knee to the face! Cover!

ONE

TWO!

KICKOUT!!

Darius wasted no time, pulling Tren to his feet and whipped him into the ropes again but Tren hooked his arms over the top rope to stop his momentum. Darius attempted to run in but Tren stepped in and kicked him in the midsection, then lifted him into a powerbomb position. Instead of a regular powerbomb, however, Tren shifted Darius into a crucifix hold and ran, tossing him for a buckle bomb version of DERAILED!!! Cover by Tren to Crowley!!

ONE!!

TWO!!

THRE--NO!!!

Tren got up to his feet, grinning under his bloodied face paint and nodded, admiring Darius’ tenacity apparently. He could be seen mouthing “alright motherfucker, I like this shit!” What he didn’t see, however, was Vanita Thompson. It seemed to occur to him just then as he looked around the ring. Where was she? Up on top of the cage was where she was as she’d taken the time during Darius and Tren’s exchange to climb up. Tren’s eyes widened as Vanita came DIVING OFF of the cage wall for a BIG CROSSBODY BLOCK!!!! Tren went down and Vanita bounced off of him, clutching her midsection but managed to crawl over to where Tren lay sprawled out on the mat for another cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEE--NO!!!

Tren just barely got the shoulder up, shoving Vanita off of him before sitting up. He was slowing down due to exhaustion, possibly dizzy from blood loss as well. As he started to get up, Vanita Thompson noticed Tren’s Lola in the corner of the ring and went after it. Outside of the ring, Katelin Arnett saw this and hastily grabbed a steel chair from under the ring. She stepped back, reared and made a throw of faith, tossing the chair up and over into the cage for Tren to grab. Vanita Thompson got her hands on Lola, gripping the handle tight as she stood up and turned around, coming out of the corner to--CRACK!!!!! Steel chair shot over the head by Tren Descarrilado!!!! Vanita hit the mat and Tren turned to see Darius getting to his feet with eyes of rage on the face painted lunatic. As Darius came in, Tren tossed the chair at him! Darius managed to catch it, almost dropping it as he turned to make sure he had a grip on it. Just what Tren needed as, while Darius was turning back towards him, Tren grabbed Lola and hit a homerun swing right into the chair, smashing it into Darius’ face.

Nick Hanson: OH MAN!!! CHAIR TO THE FACE ROCKS DARIUS WITH HELP FROM “LOLA”!!!!

Matt Salvatore: I’ve had something like that happen in matches and believe me, it doesn’t fucking tickle!!

Darius stumbled back and turned his back to Tren, falling to all fours on the mat and Tren ran up behind him, seeing the opportunity. He grabbed Darius by the legs, lifting him up into a wheelbarrow position! END OF THE LINE!!!!!

ONE!!!

TWO!!!!

THREEEEEEE!!!!!!

~DING DING DING~

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

Nick Hanson: I CAN’T BELIEVE I JUST WITNESSED THAT!!!!

Matt Salvatore: That was fucking BRUTAL, NICK!!! AND AWESOME!!!!

Nick Hanson: He said he’d fight both of them at once and even I’ll say, manager assistance aside, by god he did it!!!!

Matt Salvatore: Kudos to everyone here but do NOT. FUCKING. SLEEP. ON THE TRAIN WRECK!!!!

“Parasite” by Andromeda played as Tren Descarrilado lifted Lola up into the air, bloody as shit and victorious before walking up to the cage door and yelling at the outside ref, “OPEN DIS GODDAMN DOOR, MOTHERFUCKER!!!!” The referee opened the door, letting Tren out and quickly getting the fuck out of the way as, inside, Vanita Thompson and Darius Crowley recovered and came to, slowly getting up to leave as well

Winner: Tren Descarrilado
Result: Pinfall
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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY! 06/16/2020! Jun 16, 2020 15:11:19 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 16, 2020 15:11:19 GMT -8

The scene shifts outside of the arena, Josh Davidson is standing by.

Josh Davidson: She has a big match coming up that will begin outside of the Collision Coliseum and will end up inside the ring. Please welcome my guest at this time, “Ms. Myrrhder” Jansen Myrrh.

Jansen steps into view. She takes the microphone from Josh and guides him off-screen.

Jansen Myrrh: I do not need you for this. You see, Damon… whatever his other name is, you got involved where you were not wanted. What you did was prove not only to me, but to everyone that you have zero faith in your fawn of a girlfriend that you don’t fucking believe she can handle her own business.

The fans boo inside the arena.

Jansen Myrrh: She’s in the fucking main event of this show and you don’t feel she can beat me. So much so that you had to put your nose in her business against me. Remember, you came to me and asked me to apologize. She didn’t do that. If she wanted one, she could have done it. But instead, you had to let your boy-balls drop and play her knight in shining armor and come at me like you were someone. Let me make it perfectly clear, you are no one to me. You see next month, I have a street fight against someone that IS someone to me. I gotta go in and put a relative back on the shelf and this street fight is a mere warm-up for that street fight.

The crowd inside of the arena begins to chant “Jansen sucks,” but she can’t hear them.

Jansen Myrrh: And then, I plan to work my way up to contention for the World Heavyweight Championship. So, whatever it is you’re trying to prove to your “beloved” is going to fail miserably because I do not plan to let anyone, including an ape-looking goofball like yourself, stop me from my destiny. It doesn’t matter to me if it’s Anderson, Nevaeh or whoever it is. I will not stop until I am the champ.

Josh starts to come into view and with a stern look from Jansen, he steps back off-screen.

Jansen Myrrh: So, let’s do this. Next time you feel the need to involve yourself in her business, how about you remember that she’s a strong, capable woman who doesn’t need a man to fight her battles and take your tiny boy balls and stay the fuck out of it. She might love you, but she sure as fuck don’t need you fighting her battles for her. She’s obviously more than capable considering she’s got a world title shot and you don’t. We ain’t in the stone ages anymore, jack off. So take your man-splaining ass and fuck off. Now, you can have it back, Josh.

Jansen drops the mic and walks off-screen as it fades to black.

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Match #3
Damon Cross v. Jansen Myrrh

Cameras cut to the parking lot of the Collision Center, from the looks of things, Damon Cross has not left the area since his intense message to Jansen Myrrh prior to the show. There are more than a few cigarette butts, some still smoldering, scattered upon the concrete and even more cars parked here and there. The light of day is giving way to the evening but there is plenty of glow through the Chicago skyline, along with artificial lighting from the building, to illuminate the beginning of the Street Fight about to commence.

Nick Hanson: The card for Reckoning Day was not seconds old before Jansen Myrrh, through her lawyer, Seo-Hyung Kwon, made this a Chicago Street Fight!

Matt Salvatore: And why not, Nick? It’s clear that there’s a lot of bad blood between these two.

Nick Hanson: Stemming from Jansen’s treatment of Danni Anderson, of course. The constant accusations, the chair shot...

Matt Salvatore: That’s the rub, though: Danni didn’t ask Damon to step to her defense. He just did. And he made it clear to Jansen that her weak apology wouldn’t suffice.

Nick Hanson: Her attacking him at Collision #79, stopping his match with Morgan Malice from even happening, only exacerbated things.

Matt Salvatore: Which brings us to the here and now! Damon’s dressed for a fight, too! I want one of those shirts!

Nick Hanson: Me too, but Damon better be prepared: Jansen is a tough woman and never met a fight she wouldn’t jump into head-first...

Impatience is starting to set in with Damon, but he need not wait any longer: a black sports car rolls up and, from the passenger side, steps Ms. Myrrhder herself. Like Damon, she’s dressed for a fight and not a match, a black NFW shirt tied a couple inches above her waist, tightly-laced black combat boots and jeans. And she comes with a steel pipe to complete the set. She taps one end defiantly in her palm, kicking the car’s door shut behind her, prompting the driver to peel off and out of the lot. Damon looks Jansen up and down, his face becoming a cold, stony mask.

Matt Salvatore: Oh, this is gonna start with a bang, isn’t it?

Nick Hanson: Just the way we like it!

Jansen walks up to Damon, keeping a few feet between them, leaning on the pipe as though it were a cane.

Jansen Myrrh: Still think you want this, Cross? Getting destroyed for your pretty girlfriend’s honor? You could always accept my apology-

She speaks musingly, but with clear contempt, kicking the pipe up from the ground and bringing it down hard in her opposing palm again.

Jansen Myrrh: -but I doubt you have the sense.

Despite the weapon, Damon never takes his eyes off Myrrh, even with the pipe moving about dangerously close to his person. A few moments beyond her comment, he shakes his head.

Damon Cross: Not until you scream my name.

Jansen Myrrh: Don’t say you weren’t offered an out, asshole.

And Jansen swings for the fences, coming within an inch if not less of taking Damon’s head off with the pipe! The reflexes of Cross let him get under her wide swing, though, and grab her around the waist, driving her into one of the cargo doors of the building! Jansen grunts from the impact, but still keeps hold of her weapon, bringing it down on Damon’s back once, twice, before shoving him away with her foot! She nails him in the ribs with it on a further swing, but Damon locks his arm over the weapon, keeping Myrrh from disengaging! Letting go, she launches herself at Damon, throwing a few hard fists to the jaw, causing Cross to let go of the trapped weapon. He answers her barrage with a headbutt when she closes in, stunning Jansen long enough for him to grab the knob of the nearby door, the one leading into the arena, and flinging it open, causing it to hit Myrrh in the face!

Matt Salvatore: Good grief, did you hear that impact?!

Nick Hanson: That had to rattle Jansen’s brains! She’s trying to make some distance now!

That she is, shoving Damon away and escaping into the building. Damon follows after her as employees are already clearing a path. Jansen shoves a few janitorial carts in the way of the Black Ronin, trying to buy herself some time, but it is all for show: she ascends a metal rack and leaps off onto Cross, driving an elbow into his chest and his body to the hard concrete floor from a good eight feet up! Damon gasps as the wind is knocked from him, Jansen taking this opportunity to mount her opponent, firing off some straight right hands before grabbing a mop from nearby and ramming the handle against Damon’s throat, putting all her weight into trying to choke her opponent out with the makeshift weaponry!

Jansen Myrrh: Say something smart now! Make another fucking threat!

Starting to try and push back on the wooden bar, Damon gets his hands under the mop and struggles to push it and Jansen up. Breaking away rather than wasting energy trying to overpower Cross, Myrrh yanks the weapon away and brings it over her head, swinging down hard. The wood smacks upon the concrete where Damon’s head used to be, and another blow which likewise lands short of his skull, causes the wood to crack. A third swing breaks it and Jansen tosses it aside, bull-rushing Damon into a nearby security door.

Nick Hanson: Should I make the obvious cleaning-up joke?

Matt Salvatore: Show a little class, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Yeah, you’re right. That mop might be someone’s manager someday.

Damon, weathering more blows from Myrrh, breaks free of the assault with a knee to her midsection. Grabbing her by the hair, Damon snarls like an animal before jerking her into the wall by that same grip. Jansen slumps down to the floor, out of sorts, and Cross decides it is his turn to get creative. Getting the rolling bucket from which the mop came, he rolls it hard between Myrrh’s legs, causing his opponent some considerable discomfort before, without care, dumping the contents of it all over her! Dingy water soaks Myrrh, who after a moment of shock shrieks in fury, scrambling to her feet and nearly slipping in the process thanks to the wet floor! Her wild haymaker is evaded and Damon, grabbing her by the arm, slams her into one of the rolling tech crates nearby, shoving her away from the scene!

But before he goes, he grabs a ‘Danger: Wet Floor!’ sign and puts it in the spreading puddle.

Matt Salvatore: That was… thoughtful?

Nick Hanson: Someone will thank him later!

Ms. Myrrhder is, for the moment, incommensurate. Damon rolls her down the hall, the two quickly coming upon the catering area. Some of the other wrestlers and employees are milling about the tables and counters, but once they see Cross and Myrrh coming, they smartly get out of Dodge. Getting a head of steam, Damon tries to roll that crate right into one of the support columns to make Jansen crash and burn, but she rolls off just in the nick and, snatching up a folding chair, she collapses it and chucks it right in Damon’s face! Reeling, Damon holds his face as Jansen grabs a bottle of Gatorade off the table and chugs some before capping it, winding up, and hurling it like a fastball right at Damon’s head!

The half-full plastic vessel makes a painful sound as it bounces off Damon’s skull and the impact has him wobbling on jelly legs after the fact. Picking up the chucked chair, she rams the top into Damon’s midsection, then waffles him across the back with it. Snatching him up by the hair, she drags him toward one of the food-laden tables, talking smack all the way!

Jansen Myrrh: Know what your problem is, Cross? Sugar imbalance. Let’s fix that.

It is indeed the dessert table, and Damon takes a full tray of cookies to the head, with Jansen clearly denting the metal tray in her effort to smash up her opponent. Shoving him into the table, she bounces his head off the surface before turning him over, trying to force-feed Cross a handful of chocolate chunk confections! A handful of macadamia nut does not go her way, though, as Damon kicks her away and wipes the crumbs from his face. Jansen charges and Damon back body drops her, causing Myrrh to land hard on the cakes and the rest of the cookies… with the table standing up to her harsh landing defiantly! She bounces off and to the floor, leaving Damon to kick the table over on her! He gets up on the table, crouching down while Myrrh is pinned beneath it, grabbing a fallen pan filled with walnut brownies!

Damon Cross: Nuts for a nut!

And he brings down the metal pan hard against Myrrh’s head before turning it over and mashing the contents into her face, grinding in the chocolate and walnuts ruthlessly. Drawing away, leaving Myrrh gasping with a face-full of cocoa and all else, Damon goes to the beverage table and absconds with the punch bowl, dumping the contents over the still-wet Myrrh and then shattering it over her head! For several moments it’s hard to tell where the fruit punch ends and the blood begins, but it is certain that Myrrh is busted open. Damon picks up the sports drink that ricocheted off his noggin from before and chugs the rest before tossing the bottle aside and striding back over as Jansen frees herself from the confectionary wreckage, still wiping brownies from her face. Flinging pie pans like frisbees at Damon, Myrrh takes a running leap, getting extra height off a chair, and clotheslines Damon to the floor!

Matt Salvatore: So much for dessert, I guess...

Nick Hanson: Shoulda known it’d come to this!

Both competitors are down for a moment and though Damon is the first to start rising, Jansen is closer at hand to another makeshift weapon. Infuriated by the treatment shown her through this battle, Jansen goes over to another of the tables and, when Cross approaches, she throws a full cup of hot coffee right into his face!

Nick Hanson: Whoa, hey! Too far! Don’t waste good java!

Matt Salvatore: That’s gotta hurt like hell! She threw it right in his eyes, Nick! I don’t think Damon can see anything!

Nick Hanson: Which puts him right where Jansen wants him!

Cross howls in pain, wiping at his eyes as Jansen, not satisfied in the slightest, grabs a half-full pot off one of the makers, stalking Damon as he flails ineffectively.

Jansen Myrrh: Guess caffeine isn’t your thing, huh? Have some fucking decaf!

And smash goes the pot, right over the head of Cross! The extra helping of thermo-molecularly enhanced caffeine extract, sans caffeine in this case, brings Damon to his knees… and from the looks of his shirt, brings more blood from the head of the Black Ronin!

Matt Salvatore: Holy rockin’ sh-

Nick Hanson: Oi! Language!

Tossing aside the ruined pot, Jansen strides up to Damon, putting an arm under his chin and leaning his head back. From there, she drives multiple punches down onto his head, aiming for the wound made by the broken pot. She does a good job of opening up that wound but eventually tires of punishing Damon, at least in that fashion, shoving him to the floor and looking about at the shocked expressions of others who have yet to vacate the formerly-clean catering area. Smirking at them, she pulls Damon to his feet and gets a head of steam before Irish whipping him into another of the tables, this one thankfully only laden with paper flatware and plastic cups. Damon goes skidding across the surface a ways and Myrrh, coming up on him, grabs him by his slickened hair and bounces his face off the surface!

Pulling him off the table, she walks him down the hallway, Damon half-stumbling, half-staggering behind her, still rubbing at his eyes. Throwing off her grip after a fashion, Damon swings at Jansen but finds that she’s little more than a blurry shape in his peripheral vision. Myrrh gets a chuckle out of his efforts, though, dodging a few more wild swings before throwing one of her own, blasting Cross in the jaw with a hard right. He reels, but keeps swinging. Jansen steps in to take another swing and it turns out to be a BIG mistake. This time, Damon gets hold of her around the waist, glaring right into her eyes… or close enough, anyway, considering the after-effects of his last cup of coffee.

Damon Cross: Surprise, bitch.

Locking his grip tightly around her waist, Damon chucks Jansen hard with his Greco-Roman throw, a huge release belly-to-belly in essence, landing her hard against a window bolstered by wire mesh! A fair amount of the glass shatters and Myrrh lands hard after the fact on her shoulders as well as the back of her head!

Matt Salvatore: Holy hell! Jansen might be seriously hurt after that!

Nick Hanson: I don’t think Damon even knew what he was throwing her into, Matt! He probably thought it was the hallway, or just a wall! Either way, that might have gotten him an opening!

Matt Salvatore: Jansen, too! In the form of another wound from this wild match!

Clearly holding the back of her head and suffering from the blow. Myrrh is breathing heavily and doing her utmost to make no utterances giving away her pain. Damon, on the other hand, is still shaky as he holds himself up with a hand on the wall nearby. Seeing Jansen a bit more clearly now, he makes a run at her intending to kick her in the ribs, but Myrrh forces herself back, leaving Damon to hit only air. She gets to her feet and tries for a neckbreaker but Damon twists out and attempts the Dragon DDT on the broken glass only for Jansen to punt him in the crotch and, in the midst of his damaged moments, blast him with another kick to the face before nailing her Lariat from Hell, knocking Damon back… but shockingly not down!

Nick Hanson: Okay, how is he still standing?!

Myrrh is wondering the same. She lunges, going for the eyes of the Black Ronin, who grabs her hands and glares into her face! A headbutt follows before Cross delivers a side slam backbreaker to Ms. Myrrhder, leaving her arched up on the floor. He falls back against the wall, winded and needing a moment. Jansen isn’t about to stay lying down, though. She comes up to her feet and the brawl is back on, with both fighters slowly, yet inexorably, working their way toward the hallway leading to the ring! The blows are slower and more sluggish, but they have plenty of pepper as both Myrrh and Cross know that the only way this ends is in the ring. Eventually, Cross breaks things up by shoving Jansen into a wall and trying to lock on Father’s Sin, only for Jansen to elbow her way out and jab a thumb into Damon’s eye! From there, a boot to the midsection a snap DDT leave Cross lying as Jansen briefly looks about, seeking plunder. When nothing catches her eye, she rips the shirt off Damon’s back and proceeds to try and choke him out with it!

Matt Salvatore: Myrrh better be careful here! If she chokes him out, I don’t think she has the energy to drag him to the ring!

Nick Hanson: That IS Ms. Myrrhder you’re talking about! She could strong-arm someone into helping her!

Instead of going for unconsciousness, Myrrh uses the shirt to snapmare Damon to the floor, throwing a kick to his back before driving a running knee into his head. The crowd can be heard from here and Jansen, glancing in that direction, grins.

Jansen Myrrh: Let’s go give the drones what they want, Cross: you getting put out of your misery.

With a fistful of hair, Jansen starts half-leading, half-dragging Damon through the curtain. They come out onto the stage within the area, the fans going off at the sight of these battered combatants, and that only gets louder when Jansen hair-slams Damon into the stage wall. Keeping her grip, she looks to chuck him off the stage. At the last moment, Damon reverses and sends Myrrh flipping off the stage by the ramp, landing her on a pair of tables down below! Unlike in catering, these two splinter when Ms. Myrrh lands on them. Damon walks to the edge of the stage, then takes a moment to look out at the roaring masses as a slow smile crosses his face.

Matt Salvatore: Uh-oh… what’s he thinking?!

Nick Hanson: No way… he isn’t gonna-

Except he totally is. Turning his back to the drop-off, Damon unleashes the Demon Spin corkscrew moonsault, intending to smash into Jansen down below! Myrrh, in her half-conscious daze, yanks part of the broken table over herself and thus Cross lands hard on the folded legs of half the table! The impact is crushing and wind goes out of the fans as well as Damon, who is clearly hurt by this unexpected landing!

Matt Salvatore: Christ… that’s it! Just let her pin him here! How in the hell would you even start to come back from that?!

Nick Hanson: I can’t believe he took the chance! He claims to know all about Jansen, but if he did, he’d know that she’d have something dirty and violent in mind for a situation like that! She was two steps ahead!

Myrrh still took a hell of a hit, though. That’s over 200 pounds landing on you from almost ten feet up, after all. But with no count outs, neither competitor has a timetable on getting back in the fight. Defiant to the end, though, Jansen uses the broken table to push herself up, putting the boots to Damon while yelling at him all the while, aiming most of her assault at his midsection and ribs. When she tires of rezoning his torso for strip-mining, Jansen again gets him by the hair and starts to pull him toward the ring. Boos and catcalls rain down on Ms. Myrrhder but she cares about them even less than she does Damon Cross.

They start to approach the barricade dividing ringside and the seating area and Myrrh rears back to bounce Damon’s head off the railing. His head bounces off the metal, but he comes up with an elbow to the jaw, grabbing Myrrh’s head and returning the favor immediately! Shocked, and hurt as well, Myrrh needs a moment to figure out just how in the hell that happened! The fans near ringside are yelling at both stars and Damon, still very much suffering in his current state, attempts to climb over the barricade. Myrrh, as he’s straddling it, kicks it and knocks that particular section over, causing Cross to tumble to the floor most awkwardly.

Matt Salvatore: That hurt MY marbles...

Nick Hanson: Myrrh just doesn’t have an off-switch for that violent nature of hers!

Matt Salvatore: It’s how she’s reached the levels she has in this business, Nick! Like it or not, the woman is successful because of that take-no-prisoners, win-at-all-costs attitude!

Damon, backing away on the floor towards the ring, stares at Jansen as she takes some amusement from this perceived attempt by Cross to escape her. She yells something at him about letting Danni down on her big night, measuring Cross before charging in, looking to drive her knee into his skull and by extension his skull into the cold metal of the ring post! Damon lunges aside with some of his last bits of energy and Myrrh smacks her knee against the metal! There’s no holding back the groan of pain from Myrrh as this happens, Ms. Myrrhder staggering back in pain. Damon, reaching for her, grabs her by her belt and jerks her forward with all the might he can muster, sending Jansen face-first into the post herself!

Nick Hanson: How is he still conscious?!

Matt Salvatore: That’s what you, the fans and Jansen herself would like to know right about now!

Damon, shoving Jansen into the ring before rolling in himself, falls back into the ropes in an effort to steady himself. Jansen, busted open again at the forehead, finds it easier to get to her feet but not to stay there. Damon walks up to her, unsteady as hell, and gets right in her face… nose-to-nose. Whatever is being said between them is drowned out by the roar of the fans. Damon gestures out to them, then points to the backstage area, before stepping back and spreading his arms, yelling something at Jansen that is far more clearly heard:

Damon Cross: Finish this, if you think you can!

That’s enough to set Myrrh off again and she charges, the two grabbing one another by the head and just unleashing straight fists as though they were reincarnations of Don Frye and Yoshihiro Takayama! Punch after punch after punch as these two do their utmost to just pulp one another’s faces! But energy is fleeting this deep into a match of these proportions and soon the hits become far slower, much more sluggish. A missed right from Damon almost swings him right down to the mat. Jansen nearly does the same and Damon finds the energy to snare her in the Father’s Sin! But he cannot lock it in before she kicks off the ropes and flips backwards, turning it into a pinning predicament that Damon barely escapes!

Coming up to his feet more out of instinct than anything else, Damon finds himself coming within a hair of being fully snared in Jansen’s Confessional! But with the lack of rules, a rope break does not suffice and Damon has to get creative, running at the buckles and diving low, grinding Myrrh off as she collides face-first with the padded steel! She feels a second Father’s Sin coming and breaks loose, which Damon was going for all the while: he snares her for a suplex and delivers the Black Crucifixion, slamming Myrrh hard to the mat in the middle of the ring!

Nick Hanson: That’s gotta be it!

ONE…

TWO…

THR-NO!

Matt Salvatore: Not this time! But the fans clearly thought he had her!

From here, Damon and Jansen swing for the fences, again brawling with one another, both looking for their pet finishers to try and put this fight away! Damon takes a huge risk after hitting a second Greco-Roman throw on Jansen, going for the White Redemption! Jansen rolls toward the ropes and Damon has to roll upon landing so as not to smash himself against the canvas! Whipped around and booted low, Damon is scooped up for the Myrrh-Driver! Forcing his way back down, he elevates Jansen over his head and to the mat, though the effort drains him of all he has left. Myrrh, wanting this fight put down with a proper exclamation point, drags Damon over to the buckles, bouncing his head off the top-most. Backing up onto the top rope herself, she pulls Cross along for the ride, putting her remaining might into scooping him up into a VERY precarious position!

Nick Hanson: Oh… oh, SHIT! She’s not doing what I think she’s gonna do…!

Matt Salvatore: A top-rope Myrrh-Driver?! Is she trying to kill this bastard?!

That is indeed the intent… and only Damon grabbing the ropes stops it from becoming a painful reality! Jansen does all she can to wrench the Black Ronin loose, determined to make him not only a loser, but a statistic, but like a pitbull Cross holds on to the ropes. It becomes a stalemate, as Jansen cannot dislodge Damon and Cross cannot shake her from her perch! Summoning everything he has left, Damon pushes upwards, letting go to grab Jansen by the head to fall back with an avalanche Northern Lights bomb! Falling back against her rather than properly pinning, Damon leans into his prone adversary…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE?!

NO, SHOULDER UP!

...but Jansen breaks loose! Left in shock, Damon fights his way to his feet along with Jansen, and another low blow puts him right back on his knees… and sets him up for the Myrrh-Driver! But Jansen doesn’t have the energy to get him all the way up this time! She makes every effort with Damon fighting back as much as his battered body will allow!

Nick Hanson: You sure we can’t call this before someone is injured for good?!

Matt Salvatore: Pinfall or submission only, Nick! There are no other rules beyond it ending in the ring!

Breaking free, Damon tries yet again for Father’s Sin, intent on choking Jansen out, only for her to drive them both into the buckles once, twice, three times to make Damon release his grip! She charges at him and is met with a boot, kicking her away. The second rush sees Damon step out, finding the energy through momentum to deliver a White Thunder Bomb!

ONE…

TWO…

THRE-NO!

KICK-OUT!

Throwing caution to the wind, Jansen shoves Damon into the ropes after they fight to a vertical base, aiming another Lariat from Hell at her tenacious enemy! Ducking, Damon cinches her in again and delivers a second Black Crucifixion! The move almost doesn’t go off with him so spent, but Jansen lands hard on the canvas and Damon, half-moving and half-falling across her, manages to snare one of her legs and hook it…

ONE…

TWO…

THREE?!

THREE!

DING! DING! DING!

Nick Hanson: Sweet mother in heaven, he actually did it! After all that!

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner… DAMON CROSS!

It was all Damon could do just to roll off Myrrh, whose shoulder had come up weakly a split-second beyond the referee’s three-count. Laid on his back near the middle of the ring, his arm is all but limp as the referee raises it, signalling the victory in his favor. Despite this, he waves off help, pulling himself to the ropes and rising enough to lean on the bottom strand. Battered, busted open, bleeding… Cross is barely-functional… and Myrrh is no better shape. EMTs are on their way to the ring as “Fallen Angels” by Ra starts to play, half of them helping Damon out of the ring while the rest check on the downed Jansen.

Matt Salvatore: What a war… you better keep your eyes on these two, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Why? Because they’re gonna one day fight so hard that they take THEMSELVES out of wrestling?!

Matt Salvatore: Okay, two reasons! The other one being that these two have one hell of a future ahead of them here on Collision! Imagine the fight they’d give with gold on the line!

The fans seem to feel the same. Damon casts a glance toward the ring and, upon seeing Jansen sitting up and conscious, he pulls away from the EMTs. Rolling into the ring, needing a moment to get to his feet, he walks up to Ms. Myrrhder who, with a small bit of assistance, gets to her feet as well!

Nick Hanson: Oh, come on… there can’t be anything left to prove here!

And perhaps there isn’t. What shocks people, however, is that Jansen actually extends her hand to Damon. As with earlier, it is not clear what she is saying, but Damon nods to it and after a moment accepts her hand, shaking it and leaving the ring after.

Matt Salvatore: Frankly, that shocks me considering what these two just did to each other. But hey, the fans like it, so… go with it, right?

Nick Hanson: I can get behind that. But I’m more interested in seeing where they go from here.

Matt Salvatore: Seconded...

Winner: Damon Cross
Result: Pinfall
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NFW Presents: RECKONING DAY! 06/16/2020! Jun 16, 2020 15:40:59 GMT -8

Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 16, 2020 15:40:59 GMT -8

We cut backstage to see Josh Davison catching up with the Second City Riot Squad as they are getting ready to for their Tag Team Title match against the Skillz Vendorz.

Josh Davidson: Leah Aguero and Layla Diaz. If I could just steal a moment of your time. Tonight SCRS has the chance to succeed in mission of coming into NFW and taking control of the tag team titles.

The Second City Riot Squad is completely disinterested in what Josh Davidson has to say.

Leah Aguero: I’m going to stop you right there. Typically, the Second City Riot Squad has a lot to say about their upcoming matches but you know what? Diaz and I are about to let our actions speak a whole hell of a lot more than our words. Pay attention, Josh, because history is about to be made.

Without another word, the Second City Riot Squad walks out of the shot leaving Josh Davidson to himself.

Josh Davidson: Well, I guess that is it. The Second City Riot Squad seem set on their quest to take hold of the NFW Tag Team Titles. We will find out if they are successful in their attempts soon enough.

With that the show cuts back to the ring.

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Match #4
Second City Riot Squad v. The Skillz Vendorz ©

Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and it is for the NFW Tag Team Championships!

“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, the challengers! At a combined weight of 258 pounds! Being accompanied to the ring by Jed Coffey! The War Queen, 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.

Roger Arden: And their opponents…

As the opening riff of The Used's "Pretty Handsome Awkward" comes on through the arena speakers, the arena lights dim out ad the video wall comes to life with a countdown followed by flashing words on the screen.

8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
GAME START!

"KICKIN' IT OUT!!"

As the opening lyrics rip throughout the arena, a shot of DragonBall Z's Goku throws a Kamehameha at the viwers and the entryway lights up with multicolored lights and the video wall switches to a highlight reel that goes back and forth between clips of various video gameplay and anime footage. Everything from Mortal Kombat, Call of Duty, Battlefield, Skyrim, Mario, Golden Axe, Grand Theft Auto, Battletoads gameplay to action clips of DBZ, Elfen Lied, Ninja Scroll, Hellsing etc -- and then footage of Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont in previous matches hitting their big spots from their arsenals.

As this goes on, The Skillz Vendorz come running and jumping out from the curtain. More specifically, Katrina Cage runs out first, followed by Sammi Belmont. Katrina does a silly, playful bow to the audience and as she does, Sammi Belmont runs and leapfrogs over her. She lands and spins, full of energy, yelling to the crowd. Her and Kat come to stand side by side. They nod to each other with big smiles and mimic the DragonBall Fusion Dance pose. Multicolored pyro goes off on the stage and the two start down the ramp.

Roger Arden: At a combined weight of 250 pounds!!! They are the NFW Tag Team Champions!! The 8-Bit Princess, Katrina Cage...Adorable Samantha Belmont...THE SKILLZ VENDORZ!!!

Your dream vacation
Small hostage refuge
A work in progress
You bleed just like you puke while running a mile
I beg to differ
Make me an offer
Warm summer rain
You bleed just like you puke while running a mile

Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont come down the aisle, each taking a side where they happily high five and slap hands of fans in the front row. At the end of the ramp, they come together where Kat climbs up to the apron and gets into the ring. She climbs the turnbuckle as Sammi gets a running start along the side of the ring and athletically jumps up onto the apron to the parallel turnbuckle. Sammi grabs the ropes and hops over, skillfully landing on the middle turnbuckle where her and Kat repeat the Fusion Dance pose. As they do, spotlights shine down on them both.

Hey, are you okay?
You look pretty low
Very handsome awkward
Do you feel okay?
You look pretty low
Very handsome awkward

Both girls then climb down from the turnbuckles and meet in their corner, high fiving, fist bumping, dapping one another before removing their entrance gear and waiting for the match to start.

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings, and Sammi Belmont and Leah Aguero start the match for their respective teams. The women begin to circle one another, Sammi keeping an eye on Jed Coffey, who stands at the apron with his arms crossed over his chest. Kat begins to clap her hands, the audience joining in, while Layla rolls her eyes, shaking her head. The crowd breaks into a “Let’s Go Sammi” chant as the two women lock up. Sammi slips around into a wristlock, but Leah rolls through, reversing into a wristlock of her own. Belmont flips over, rolling through and back to her feet, but catches a dropkick from Aguero as she stands up, knocking her onto her back and forcing her to roll under the bottom rope and to the outside. She’s back up on her feet quickly, scrambling up onto the apron, where Leah meets her, throwing a kick at her ribs, but Sammi catches it, and hits Aguero with a hard elbow to the chin, causing her to stumble backwards. Belmont leaps to the top rope, springboarding into the ring and hitting a hurricanrana, whipping Leah into the Skillz Vendorz corner. Sammi follows, leaping and clotheslining Leah, which allowed Kat to tag herself in, throwing a hard knee into Leah before turning and delivering a DDT before covering Aguero, but Leah kicks out at one.

Nick Hanson: Nice DDT by Sammi Belmont but only a one count!

Matt Salvatore: Don’t get anxious there, Sammi! These girls ain’t a joke!

Nick Hanson: They know that.

Both women back on their feet now, and Kat begins to throw a series of strikes into Leah, but Aguero manages to get out of Cage’s flurry, diving into her corner and tagging in Layla. As Diaz climbs into the ring, Kat throws a left handed punch, but Layla ducks, causing Cage to strike the top turnbuckle with her full power. The punch connects, and Kat cries out, immediately grabbing her hand, her face twisted in pain. Layla takes advantage, grabbing Cage and throwing a hard knee strike into her ribs, which causes the tag champion to stumble backwards, still clutching her arm.

Nick Hanson: Ooh ow! Did you see that?!

Matt Salvatore: Looked like Kat might have hurt her hand there, definitely.

Like a shark smelling blood in the water, Layla follows Kat into the middle of the ring. Diaz circles the wounded champion, throwing a hard kick at her, but Cage checks the kick with her own thigh, now relying on instinct as she immediately spins, throwing a hard elbow into Layla’s face. Sammi is leaning over the top rope, yelling at Cage to tag her in, but as Kat turns to move to her corner, Diaz grabs Cage by the hair, gripping hard and yanking her back and down onto her back before dropping a knee on her opponent's face. Kat cries out, and Layla pulls Cage to her feet and launches her into a neutral corner, following up quite quickly with a running dropkick before following it up with running double knees in the corner. She drags Kat out into the middle of the ring, but Sammi comes in, dodging Leah’s attempt to block her and breaking up the pin at a late two count.

Nick Hanson: Look at Sammi Belmont with the quickness!!!

Matt Salvatore: And she keeps her team alive in this match!!!

The referee clears the ring, and both women manage to get to their corners to tag in their partners. Kat climbs out of the ring, clutching her hand, face warped in pain. Sammi sprints out of the corner, throwing a barrage of strikes into Leah’s chest, Belmont’s face blank as she’s laser focused, knowing she’s now the one who needs to carry this match for her team now. Aguero weathers the assault, slipping behind Sammi and hitting her with a vicious snap German Suplex. Sammi grunts as she hits, trying to get to her feet, but she stumbles, looking up to catch a roundhouse kick that drops her again. Leah drags Sammi upright, throwing a series of elbows into the champion before grabbing her and executing another vicious German suplex, bridging into a pin. Just before the ref's hand comes down for the three, Kat comes out of nowhere, leaping in shoulder first to knock Leah aside. Cage gets to her feet, kicking Layla away when the woman comes in to try and cause a problem. Sammi rolls into the Skillz Vendorz corner, but when Kat tries to tag in, Belmont refuses, stepping back out on wobbly legs to confront Layla Diaz who has now tagged in for SCRS. Sammi shoots in, and Layla immediately goes for an arm drag but Belmont rolls through, leaping and springboarding off the ropes into a crossbody, which drops Diaz to the mat, but she rolls with the momentum, getting to her feet.

Nick Hanson: Diaz and Aguero are starting to dominate here, Matt. I think Cage wanted a tag in from Belmont but Belmont seems concerned with her partners hand.

Matt Salvatore: She’s still nursing it, Nick. Look! But c’mon Sammi girl! You got this!

Nick Hanson: Diaz and Aguero’s chemistry is so crisp, though!

Sammi is up as well, and she throws a clothesline, but Layla ducks, catching her hand and rolling through to pull Belmont in for CT-KNEE! Sammi groans, eyes rolling up in her head as she stumbles backwards, Diaz in hot pursuit. Kat reaches out, slapping Sammi’s shoulder and tagging herself into the match. Belmont shakes her head, visibly mouthing “NO!” as Kat throws a front kick at Layla, which is blocked and shoved aside. Layla shoots in, shooting and wrapping Kat up to deliver a brutal satellite DDT. Kat gets up to her hands and knees, looking to continue, before Layla grins wickedly, stomping down with the heel of her boot on the injured left hand of Katrina Cage, who cries out, immediately curling up and rolling to the side of the ring.

Matt Salvatore: OH MAN!!!!

Nick Hanson: WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?!

Matt Salvatore: Blood in the water, Nick!!

Nick Hanson: No to hell with that! I think she hurt Kat Cage real bad just now!

Sammi looks at Layla, then to Kat, who is visibly crying now, before slapping her partner to tag herself in. She comes through the ropes, shoving Layla back before looking at the referee, dropping to the mat and slapping it three times.

Sammi Belmont: That’s it! Fuck it! Forfeit!

Matt Salvatore: Belmont’s forfeiting for her team?!

Nick Hanson: I don’t think Kat can go on, Matt!

The referee waves his hands, calling for the bell as Sammi grabs Kat, holding the sobbing woman tight as the ring doctor’s swarm over, calling for paramedics immediately. SCRS, meanwhile, celebrates in the ring with Jed as the official hands them the NFW Tag Team Championship belts.

Nick Hanson: Oh come on!!!

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen! Here are your winners, by way of forfeit! AAAAAND NEEEEEEEEWWWW NFW TAG TEAM CHAMPIONS...THE SECOND...CITY...RIOT SQUUUUAAAAAD!!!!

Matt Salvatore: Even I’ll admit, that was kinda sickening. They need to get Kat outta here and get her looked at!

The camera focuses one more time on the ring doctors and Sammi Belmont carefully walking Katrina Cage up the ramp. Pain is written all over her face as tears of agony pour down her face. Sammi Belmont looks over her shoulder, a mixture of anger and sorrow on her face as Second City Riot Squad continue celebrating their championship win.

Winners: Second City Riot Squad (NEW Champions!)
Result: Forfeit
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Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 16, 2020 16:51:25 GMT -8

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Match #5 - ULTIMATE X
Asmodeus v. Jasmine Matthews ©

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is an Ultimate X match for the Silver Mountain Championship! Introducing first…

Roger Arden visibly sighed and braced himself as the lights in the arena went out, shrouding everything in total darkness. No music. No pyro. No special lighting. Just pitch black.

Matt Salvatore: Here we go, Nick.

Nick Hanson: One of the most spine chilling sights to witness in professional wrestling. The lights simply go out and…..

As Nick trailed off, the lights came back on and the woman known simply as Asmodeus was just standing there in the center of the ring with her head down.

Nick Hanson: There she is!

Roger Arden: She is the challenger...ASMOOOODEEEEEUUUUUUUSSSSSS!!!!

Asmodeus slowly lifted her head, revealing her painted face behind a shroud of hair. Her cold, hateful scowl would be seen, however, as she watched the entrance ramp.

Roger Arden: And...her opponent….

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: Weighing in at 140 pounds! She is the Queen of the Kingdom and the reigning Silver Mountain Champion! JASMINE…”THE FANGED ROSE”...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. As Jasmine got into the ring, she turned to immediately face Asmodeus when the lights went out again and left the arena in total darkness. The fans in attendance began to stir with confusion again, wondering what was happening.

Nick Hanson: Folks, it appears we might have some sort of technical difficulties going on.

Matt Salvatore: Oh don’t give me that! This is Asmodeus pulling her tricks again!

Nick Hanson: I...can’t argue that possibility, Ma--

When the lights came back on, Jasmine Matthews was alone in the ring. The Silver Mountain Champion turned in circles, scanning the arena. Clearly she was getting frustrated as she called out to Maiko, Adachi a.k.a Asmodeus, demanding her to show herself. After a pause, Jasmine grew visibly angrier and slid out of the ring, beginning to look underneath the apron. As she did, the lights went out again and the fans reacted with more confusion. The lights came back on a moment later and Jasmine Matthews was pulling her head out from under the apron. She looked up to see Asmodeus suddenly there in the ring; her head tilted with her face painted smile spread even wider by her natural one underneath. She lifted a hand up and gave a little wave to Jasmine, taunting her. Balling up her fists, Jasmine nodded. She wanted to play that game? Fine! Jasmine slid back into the ring, stepping towards Asmodeus when the lights went out again!

Matt Salvatore: Oh now, c’mon!

Nick Hanson: I do believe Asmodeus is toying with Jasmine Matthews, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: Yeah, she can’t just fight can she?

When the lights returned, Jasmine Matthews was once again alone in the ring, turning in circles as she called out to Asmodeus. Once more the lights went out for a few seconds and came back on. The crowd reacted as Jasmine turned and Asmodeus was seen sitting on the ramp, cross legged with that eerie smile, waving with her fingers again. Jasmine shook her head and slid out of the ring, storming up the ramp towards the former Children of Nephilim member. Again, once she got close...the lights went out again. Fans were starting to boo as even they were getting frustrated. Once more they came back on and...Asmodeus was nowhere to be found.

Matt Salvatore: If she’s gonna do this, why doesn’t she just blink her creepy looking ass up to the belt and grab it? Stop screwing with the Queen!

Nick Hanson: Matt, if you’d been paying attention, you’d know this isn’t about just taking the belt from Jasmine Matthews.

Matt Salvatore: Well what is it about then, Nick? Trust me. I can enjoy the mind games. I used to do them myself but this is getting a little out of ha---

As Jasmine Matthews was beginning to grow angry to the point she was shaking, the lights went out again. Fans booed once more, calling for a fight to start. When the lights came back on, there was no sign of Asmodeus anywhere. That was until Jasmine turned to look past the camera and her opponent came leaping out of the crowd and taking her to the floor with a flying forearm off the barricade.

~DING DING DING~

Now the crowd was getting loud in a more positive way as Asmodeus pulled Jasmine to her feet and began laying into her with repeated forearms, sending her back towards the ring. Jasmine hit the apron and leaned there for a rest until Asmodeus reached her and pulled her over to the steps, yanking her head up and SLAMMING her face into the steps with a loud bang. Asmodeus kept hold of the Fanged Rose and with a guttural scream, full of rage, she Irish whipped her into the barricade where Jasmine bounced off and onto the floor.

Nick Hanson: The match is finally underway and here we go, Matt

Matt Salvatore: Maiko came outta nowhere, Nick!!

Nick Hanson: And it looks like whatever suffering she has in store for Jasmine Matthews is about to begin!

Asmodeus picked Jasmine up and threw her into the ring, sliding in right behind her. Both women got to their feet and Jasmine went to throw her first shot back at Asmodeus in the form of a brutal headbutt. Asmodeus staggered back, smiling and called for more. Jasmine cocked back and hit her with a forearm. Asmodeus staggered back again, opening her arms out, yelling to Jasmine to dish it all out to her. Jasmine reared back for another forearm but Asmodeus exploded into action, kicking Jasmine in the midsection and unleashing a lethal barrage of kicks to the legs and the torso. Jasmine slumped down to one knee and Asmodeus stepped back, letting out a fierce battlecry as she delivered a Buzzsaw kick smack dab to the side of Jasmine’s head. Jasmine hit the mat, apparently damn near out like a light.

Crowd: OHHHHH!!!

Matt Salvatore: HOLY SHIT!!

Nick Hanson: Did you hear THAT?!

Matt Salvatore: She might be out! Get up, Matthews!

Nick Hanson: The champ looks out! Asmodeus could end Jasmine Matthews’ reign right here!

The crowd began to stir in anticipation of a climb as Asmodeus lifted her head up from watching Jasmine writhe on the floor. She slowly lifted her attention up to the belt, hanging from the X shaped cross cables. She began to step away from Jasmine but rather than go for the turnbuckle to start climbing for the belt, she slid out of the ring and started digging underneath the apron, pulling out an assortment of weapons. Chairs, kendo sticks, a trash can, even a baking sheet and a goddamn cheese grater got tossed into the ring. Finally, Asmodeus reached under and pulled out a set of tables, leaving them on the floor for now. As soon as she had the second table pulled out, she looked up as Jasmine Matthews came charging, screaming at the top of her lungs with a blood curdling yell and hit a Suicide Dive, slamming the painted face woman back into the commentary table. Both women collapse to the floor with Asmodeus holding onto her back.

Nick Hanson: We thought Jasmine Matthews might be out, but Asmodeus looking for toys gave her time to recover!

Matt Salvatore: Should have gone for the belt while you had the chance. Now look what happened.

Jasmine was the first one to her feet then and she went right for a kendo stick by the ring apron. Twirling it around in her hand, she waited for Maiko to start pulling herself up on the commentary table. The Queen of the Kingdom reared the weapon back and cracked it right across Asmodeus’ back and shoulders. The crowd reacted emphatically as Jasmine went to town on Asmodeus with the kendo stick until it started to split. Once Asmodeus finally made it to her feet, she started to back up, edging toward the corner, where in a quick movement Asmodeus hit a drop toe hold landing Jasmine onto the steel steps. Mathews went splat, sprawling out on the floor after falling down the rest of the steps. Asmodeus took advantage, getting a hold of a trash can lid, and returned the favor striking Jasmine with a vicious assault to head and back. Jas covered up, curling up enough to get her feet under her to launch herself head and shoulders first into the trash can lid and Asmodeus. Asmodeus ate the lid and almost the full weight of Jasmine’s body to the face, down she went with Jasmine following. With a twisted grin of her own Mathews pounded her fists into the lid still covering the Challenger’s face, the resulting sickening thuds echoed throughout the arena.

Matt Salvatore: Oh damn! Fanged Rose whuppin’ that ass now, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: Going to town with those fists over that metal cover! She wants payback for Lilith Meadows and by god, she aims to get it!

Matt Salvatore: And she sure as shit doesn’t wanna lose that title either!

With a smirk, Jasmine popped up and rolled herself back into the ring, almost sure Asmodeus was down and now intent on taking her title. Jasmine made her way to a corner, climbing gingerly as her body had to still be racked with pain from those kicks. Once she made it to the top turnbuckle, even she at 5’10” had to hop up to catch onto one of the cables and start climbing hand over hand, towards the belt in the center of the X. The crowd’s reaction started to rise as Jasmine got closer to the belt, however just as she looked close enough to reach for it, Asmodeus had recovered outside the ring. The woman slid in under the bottom rope and immediately went for Jasmine’s feet. Jasmine kicked at Asmodeus, attempting to get her back. She finally nailed Asmodeus in the face one good time with her boot and sent her back. It looked like she was about to get her hands on the belt again when Asmodeus suddenly just grabbed a metal trash bin and THREW the goddamn thing at the champion! The bin smacked Jasmine and she cursed in pain...and annoyance. She held on, though, so Asmodeus grabbed up a steel chair next and threw it full force, nailing Jasmine a second time, right in the arms and head. This time caused Jasmine to lose her grip on the cable. She slipped and came crashing down, front first on top of the metal trash bin she’d gotten hit with a second ago.

Matt Salvatore: DID YOU FUCKING SEE THAT?! ASMODEUS IS THROWING SHIT LIKE THE TWISTER IN OZ!!

Nick Hanson: FACE FIRST INTO THAT TRASH CAN GOES JASMINE MATTHEWS!!!

CROWD:
HO-LY SHIT!
HO-LY SHIT!
HO-LY SHIT!
HO-LY SHIT!

It was Asmodeus’s turn to chuckle and smirk, as Jasmine groaned in pain and rolled off of the flattened trash can, just trying to catch her breath. The crowd ooh’ed at blood already beginning to pour from her forehead down her face. Asmodeus wasted no time grabbing Jasmine by the arm, to yank her to her feet. Whip quick, before Jasmine could even get her wherewithal back she found Asmodeus grabbing her by the head, bringing up one flexible leg and planting it against her jaw as she dropped back, yanking Jasmine face first into her boot!

Nick Hanson: HORNS OF THE DARKNESS AND DOWN GOES MATTHEWS!!!!

Matt Salvatore: SHIT SHIT SHIIIIIIIIT, GET UP JASMINE!!!

The champion richetted off said boot and back down onto the mat, where things looked bleak for the Queen of the Kingdom. Asmodeus got to her feet, she took one look up at the suspended belt, and shook her head before she wagged a finger over Jasmine’s face. The champion hadn’t even started stirring, but Asmodeus seemed to have no interest in the belt. Instead she went under the ring and started pulling out more tables; she pushed them into the ring with industrious evil intent and went to work setting them up.

Nick Hanson: What in the world is Asmodeus doing?!

Matt Salvatore: She knows the rules of this match right? Climb the cables. Grab the belt. This ain’t an I Quit match.

Once she was finished, Asmodeus had put together a two by two, double stacked set of tables in the center of the ring. Nobody knew what she even planned to do with this. Only her, for sure. Once she turned back towards Jasmine, the defending champion was not only back on her feet but she had her late father’s trademark sledge handle in hand, striking Asmodeus in the ribs as hard as she could! Asmodeus actually grabbed at her midsection and fell to her knees. Looking wild in the eyes, Jasmine leaned over Asmodeus, clearly intent on getting some payback for Lilith Meadows. She could even be heard screaming.

Jasmine Matthews: How do you like it, bitch?!

Nick Hanson: Oh and you hear Jasmine taunting Asmodeus who broke Lilith Meadows’ ribs last week on Collision!

Matt Salvatore: Call it karma, call it tit for tat, call it karma. They’re all a bitch, Nick!

Jasmine Matthews repeated the assault she’d done earlier with the kendo stick only this time it was shot after shot to the midsection with her sledge handle. Asmodeus writhed in pain as Jasmine Matthews went to town on her, striking her over and over with the weapon until she finally threw it to the floor and stepped back, bending at the knees as she watched Asmodeus start pulling herself up on the ropes. As soon as she was stepping from the ropes and turning back towards inside the ring, Jasmine struck! ICE COLD! Bicycle Superkick to the face of Asmodeus and the challenger went down!

Nick Hanson: THERE IT IS!!!! ICE COLD!!!

Matt Salvatore: COLD, WE’RE SO COLD!!!

Nick Hanson: Please, do not.

Matt Salvatore: Fuck you gonna do about it?

Nick Hanson: ...Carry on.

Jasmine took a moment to catch her breath, dropping to her knees and looking at the seemingly unconscious Asmodeus. She shook her head and started getting to her feet, moving to a turnbuckle then and climbed up to the top. This time, she used her hands and feet on the cable, starting to shimmy across. Fans were on their feet watching as she got closer to the title again but at about halfway, the lights went out again!

Matt Salvatore: Oh now what?! During the match?!

Nick Hanson: Asmodeus has been playing mind games with Jasmine Matthews since she came to the ring!

Matt Salvatore: What the hell is she gonna do n--Ohhhhhhh shit!

When the lights came back on, the crowd erupted into shock to see the ring surrounded by the “Demons.” About ten, maybe more, figures dressed all in black,to include their robes, hoods and masks that hide their faces. Asmodeus was still laid out on the floor but starting to move as Jasmine noticed the predicament she was in. Wisely, she dropped down from the cable, landing shakily on her feet. As she staggered, the Demons made their move, sliding into the ring and going for the Queen of the Kingdom. Jasmine ducked a clumsy clothesline from one Demon - these guys don’t exactly know how to wrestle, anyway - and nailed him with a quick Ice Cold when he spun around. She turned to see another one coming her way. ICE COLD to Demon #2. Another Ice Cold to Demon #3! And even a fourth one before two catch her from behind with clubbing forearms and she covers up her head as the total remaining six Demons converge on her and start beating her to the mat.

Nick Hanson: Jasmine Matthews is one hell of a competitor, Matt, but even she can’t take on these numbers! This had to be planned!

Matt Salvatore: Maybe so Nick but you know the Kingdom always has a backup plan! Here comes the fucking cavalry!!!

The crowd erupted into a pop as The Kingdom’s “Queen’s Guard” came rushing from behind the curtain. Lluvia Cane, Morgan Payne and Moe Renhuan hit the ring and went right for the Demons. Moe was armed with her kendo stick, Morgan with her shillelagh and Lluvia just her feet as the first unlucky Demon to try and rush her ended up eating a (Lluvia’s Chick Kick finisher.) Meanwhile, Moe went to cracking her kendo stick against another Demon while another charged at Morgan only to eat a homerun swing right into his ribs. He hit the mat on his knees and struggled to push himself up before Morgan delivered a flat out Negan style overhead swing and smashed him over the head. That one writhed on the floor as Morgan dropped her shillelagh and pulled the Demon to his feet, running him to the ropes and tossing him over where he landed on two more. Morgan turned just in time to see one of the remaining demons coming in hot with the baking sheet from the pile of weapons but she launched herself forward, under his arms and drilled him with a spear so hard he flipped inside out and landed face down.

Nick Hanson: FAUGH A BALLAGH!!!

Matt Salvatore: Holy shit you got it right, this time!!

Nick Hanson: Thank you!

Matt Salvatore: Do it in an Irish accent next time!

Nick Hanson: HELL NO!!

The final Demon finds himself the recipient of a double team attack as Lluvia and Moe deliver Neon Geneis: Evangelion. This left the ring cleared of Demons and both Jasmine Matthews and Asmodeus starting to slowly get to their feet. Lluvia and Moe helped Jasmine up while Morgan seemed to start honing in on Asmodeus with a look of murder in her eyes. Before she could do anything, Moe and Lluv both came to her sides and seemed to gently coax her back. The Queen’s Guard left the ring, taking off through the crowd.

Nick Hanson: And as always, the Kingdom even out the odds and back right off!

Matt Salvatore: Yet they’re the bad guys! Er...girls… They get a bad rep from people! I don’t know why.

Jasmine Matthews and Asmodeus both made it up to their feet with Jasmine starting, once again, the climb to the top of the cable structure and began shimmying across towards the belt once more. Her movements were slow and ginger, due to the pain wracking her body as Asmodeus, for the first time, climbed a corner and up to the cable. She pulled herself over into a topside shimmy position and started pulling herself towards the title. Jasmine still made it there first but only by a split second or two before Asmodeus was straddling the middle of the cross cables right over the title.

Nick Hanson: Oh man! I think this might be it! One of these two is getting that belt!

Matt Salvatore: Asmodeus is finally going for it, it looks like!

Nick Hanson: Is she?!

Hanging onto the cable with her legs, Jasmine grabbed onto the belt and began trying to unhook it from the clasp. Asmodeus reached down and grabbed at the belt as well, tugging at it until Jasmine ended up losing her foot hold around the cable and dangled from the structure just by her grip on the belt itself. Here, Asmodeus stopped struggling with the belt and just smiled at Jasmine, licking her teeth. Jasmine paused, staring up wide eyed with realization on her face. Asmodeus brought up her other hand and waved “bye bye” to the champion...and unstrapped the belt from the clasp, letting it go completely. The result: Jasmine Matthews CRASHING through the 2x2 stack of tables with the Silver Mountain Championship laid out across her chest as she laid there unconscious.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner and STILL, the NFW Silver Mountain Champion! Jasmine “The Fanged Rose” Matthews!!

Nick Hanson: Jasmine Matthews may have won the battle, she may have retained the title, but I Asmodeus is the one standing tall here, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: By god, she never wanted the belt at all, Nick! She just wanted to make Jasmine suffer!

Nick Hanson: I believe she did just that, Matt. Just that. Anyway folks, let’s take a quick look at some upcoming events for NFW and we’ll be getting ready for our main event!

Winner: Jasmine Matthews
Result: Retrieved Title
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Post by Steven Brody, CEO on Jun 16, 2020 17:55:06 GMT -8

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===MAIN EVENT===
Danni Anderson v. Sativa Nevaeh ©

Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The Crowd: ONE FALL!

Roger Arden: And it is for the New Frontier Wrestling World Heavyweight Championship! Introducing first, the challenger! From Santa Monica, California, she weighs in at one hundred thirteen pounds… She is “The Pink Sugarplum Fairy” 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

“GET DOWN!”

Nick Hanson: Here comes the Semper Fairy, Matt. She can still hardly believe she has this opportunity; an opportunity extended to her by the champion who was allowed to choose her next challenger as a sort of commemoration for holding the World Heavyweight Championship for an entire year!

Matt Salvatore: Man, Nick… I’ll say this. I normally lean towards people having to properly earn their title shots. Number one contender matches and what not, but Danni? She’s been busting her butt week in and week out and for someone on the lighter side of things, she’s taken her licks in this company alone. So if the champ says she deserves it, you know what? She deserves it.

Nick Hanson: Folks, don’t ever let anyone tell you that this young lady isn’t a worker.

Matt Salvatore: I’ll throw you bastards off a goddamn balcony.

Nick Hanson: Jesus, Matt--

Matt Salvatore: Well, I will!

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!”

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!”

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.

“Get up again! Work it, do it overtime!”

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.

Roger Arden: And her opponent, from Los Angeles, California, she weighs in at one hundred twenty-seven pounds… She is the NFW World Heavyweight Champion, “Darth Ganja” SATIVA NEVAEH!

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

“That girl is psycho
Psycho
psycho”

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

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

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

Matt Salvatore: Theeeeere she is!!!

Nick Hanson: Reigning and defending NFW World Heavyweight Champion for over a year folks!

Matt Salvatore: How many others have held a world title for a year in this business?

Nick Hanson: Some people question the reasoning of Sativa Nevaeh selecting Danni Anderson as her challenger for this event.

Matt Salvatore: Of course they would! They can’t accept the simple generosity of a fighting champion extending an opportunity to a worthy contender in her eyes!

Nick Hanson: Some see it differently, Matt.

Matt Salvatore: They can rot in hell. I’ll fight their sorry asses.

Nick Hanson: Well, I can’t wait to see what this match brings. I don’t think anyone can!

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

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

She makes it to ringside and slides under the bottom rope 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. She then heads to her corner and waits for the match to start.

After Roger dismisses himself from the ring, the referee looks to Sativa and Danni. The ladies move to the center of the ring where Sativa hands the referee her championship belt. The referee then lifts it up to proudly display what is on the line. Danni looks up at the title, her blue eyes sparkling in the lights. Sativa looks at her title for a brief moment before she stares at Danni. The referee gives a ringside official the belt before he signals for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Sativa Nevaeh beckons Danielle Anderson to make the first move. Danni blinks with slight hesitation in her features when Sativa presents this. Sativa insists, taking a step closer towards her challenger. Chewing on her lower lip, Danni steps back -- and launches herself forward with rabbit punches to the World Heavyweight Champion. Sativa staggers from the attacks, then Danni connects with a European uppercut right to her chin. As Sativa falls against the ropes, Danni grabs ahold of her right arm and sends her in the opposite direction with an Irish whip. The Pink Sugarplum Fairy rushes forward, but Sativa catches her with a discus elbow smash. Danni staggers back from the blow before she’s ensnared by Sativa, driving her onto the mat with a bridging northern lights suplex. The referee moves to make the count--

One!

Tw--

Anderson kicks out before the two and motions herself to roll backward. Nevaeh rises to her feet -- only to catch a stylish shotgun dropkick to the chest! Moving forward, Anderson covers Nevaeh and hooks the leg.

One!

Tw--

Nevaeh is also able to kick out before the two count. Anderson pulls Nevaeh to her feet and lands a quick yet powerful shotei to the chest. However, Nevaeh fights back, and the women exchange rights and lefts in the center of the ring. The fans rally on, enjoying the spectacle before their very eyes. As Nevaeh throws her right foot towards Anderson, the smaller woman manages to catch her ankle. However, she doesn’t anticipate a follow-up: a swift dragon whip that sends her flying halfway across the ring. Nevaeh quickly recovers and ascends one of the corners of the ring. Just as Anderson is getting to her feet, Nevaeh launches herself and catches her with a pristine missile dropkick from the other side of the ring! The back of Anderson’s head collides with the top turnbuckle before she falls forward with a thump. The Darth Ganja moves in for the cover and hooks Anderson’s leg.

One!

Two--

Right before the two, Danni manages to kick out. While she’s still down, Sativa rises to her feet and looks for a standing shooting star press, but Danni just barely rolls out of the way. Getting to her feet, Danni tries to counter with a standing moonsault, but Sativa evades the maneuver in time. Both women are quick to gather themselves and stare at each other from across the ring. The fans are clearly impressed by their skillful display, offering a round of applause.

Nick Hanson: Wow!

Matt Salvatore: That’s one awesome way to start a match, ladies and gents, and just think… They’re only getting started!

Nick Hanson: Sativa and Danni are evenly matched, Matt. Let’s see who can gain the advantage first!

A pleased smile crosses Sativa’s face. She can tell Danni has been working hard. Danni is bouncing from foot-to-foot, keeping her high energy up. The ladies begin to move in a circle within the ring, keeping their eyes on the other. Soon, they advance and move into a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Danni’s strength is surprising, but Sativa pulls her into an armdrag takedown. Swiftly, Sativa pulls Danni up, twists behind her, and brings her onto the mat with a German suplex. Before she can go for the pin attempt, Danni pulls herself away with the bottom rope and rises to her feet on the ring apron. She swings with a right the second Sativa moves towards her, but the shot is blocked by the Champion, who in turn retaliates with a forearm smash across the face. Wincing, Danni manages to hold onto the top rope, all the while Sativa backs up. She rebounds against the ropes, leaps over Danielle, and forces her down onto the padded floor with “Blitzed” (Sunset Flip Powerbomb)!

Matt Salvatore: Hot damn! That’s gotta smart!

Nick Hanson: Miss Nevaeh executes Blitzed with such brutal force!

The Crowd: HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!

The chant resonates throughout the arena, while Anderson is completely stunned. Nevaeh takes a moment to catch her breath, looking down at Anderson’s prone form. Even before the referee can consider an official ten-count, Nevaeh rolls into the ring. She climbs the nearest corner of the ring, perches on the top turnbuckle, and watches as Anderson begins to recover. Turning herself away from Anderson, Nevaeh doesn’t even look back as she leaps off, colliding with Anderson on the way down to connect the “YEET!” (a la Darby Allin’s Coffin Drop) The fans look on in shock and awe, as Anderson and Nevaeh fall onto the padding. It’s at this point the referee surveys the situation and begins his count.

“One!”

“Two!”

Hearing the referee’s count, Nevaeh shakes her head and rises to her feet. Anderson is still down, her eyes blankly staring up at the ceiling.

“Three!”

“Four!”

Nevaeh pulls Anderson up and rolls her into the ring. She follows after her, ending the referee’s count, and goes for the cover. The referee moves in to do his job--

One!

Two!

Somehow, Anderson kicks out! The fans are delighted by this -- and so is Nevaeh.

Nick Hanson: Blitzed followed by the Yeet, but Miss Danni is still fighting!

Matt Salvatore: I admire her gusto, but Sativa’s in charge of the match Nick.

Dragging Anderson to the center of the ring, Nevaeh proceeds to ascend one of the corners. She leaps for a 450 splash, but Anderson manages to roll out of the way. Nevaeh hits nothing but the mat and groans, while Anderson pulls herself to her feet. Like flipping a switch, Anderson doesn’t hesitate when Nevaeh gathers herself, hitting “Crack Shoot!” (Terry Bogard’s Frontflip Kick)! Nevaeh is stunned by the impact, unable to stop Anderson from hitting her “Big-Bada-BOOM!” (Spinning Knee Strike)!

Nick Hanson: You were saying, Matt?!

Matt Salvatore: ...well shit!

Nick Hanson: Crack Shoot and Big-Bada-BOOM!

The fans are alive with cheers that ring throughout the arena! As Sativa falls onto the mat, Danni moves to cover her and hook the leg.

One!

Two!

Even still, Sativa kicks out! A deep exhale leaves Danni’s body, but the look in her eyes shows that she expected this. For the first time in the match, Danni has the upper hand. She pushes herself to her feet and pulls Sativa up, quickly sending her into the turnbuckles with an Irish whip. Charging forward, Danni crashes into Sativa with a running cannonball senton. While Sativa slumps down against the corner, Danni rolls to her feet and bounces up and down. She then reaches out and helps the Champion to her feet. Unfortunately for her, her kindness is taken advantage of when Sativa blasts her with “Nerf This!” (Pelé Kick)! Dazed and confused, Danni stammers on her feet for a moment before she falls onto the mat.

Matt Salvatore: And just like that, Sativa is back!

Nick Hanson: Out of nowhere, Nerf This! I don’t think Danni knows where she is...

Even after the shock, the fans boo the Blood Countess as she begins to recuperate. She gets to her feet, reaches down and pulls the Semper Fairy into a precarious position. The crucifix setup urges the fans of the Kingdom to yell “Execute Order Sixty-Six!” Danni is still out of it when Sativa drives her onto the mat with “Order 66” (Tiger Suplex)! Quickly, Sativa rolls over and covers Danni, hooking the leg. The fans look on with dread as the referee counts.

One!

TWO!

Yet Danni finds a way to kick out before the three! A smirk crosses Sativa’s face. She stands up, drags the prone young woman to the center of the ring, and makes her way towards one of the corners of the ring. Making her ascent, Sativa gazes upon Danni before she takes a leap of faith--

Nick Hanson: Sonic Screwdriver!!

Matt Salvatore: Oh yeah, this one is over, Nick!

The execution of the aerial finisher is flawless. Immediately after the landing, Nevaeh turns over and covers Anderson, hooking the leg.

ONE!

TWO!

. . .

Somehow, someway, Danielle Anderson gets her shoulder up before the three! Sativa Nevaeh is shocked, her eyes wide as saucers.

Matt Salvatore: I… what?! HOW?!

The Collision commentary team is stunned in disbelief.

Nick Hanson: I-I don’t know, but Miss Anderson is STILL in this!

The fans are in complete awe, rising to their feet and bursting into cheers at the sight of Danni’s tenacity. Sativa looks down at her Challenger, who is stirring to life. Rising to her feet, Sativa pulls Danni up and clashes with a few rights and lefts. Even through the assault, Danni fights back, exchanging blows with Sativa. She aims low with a sweep kick on the NFW World Heavyweight Champion, looking to follow up with a double footstomp, but Sativa rolls out of the way. Sativa rebounds against the ropes, aiming to take Danni down with a spinning clothesline, but Danni evades and bounces off the ropes. She comes right back with the jumping Supergirl punch known to the Fatal Fury fandom as “Power Dunk”! As soon as Sativa falls onto the mat, Danni covers her and hooks the leg.

One!

Two!!

The--

Sativa refuses to surrender and kicks out! Biting her lower lip, Danni pulls herself and Sativa to stand up. Danni spins around behind Sativa and leaps up for the “SPARKLY!” (Asai DDT), but Sativa is able to counter with “Got ‘Em!” (RKO) out of nowhere! The fans are shocked by the desperation maneuver, rallying on as both women are laid out.

The Crowd: Let’s go, Ne-va-eh! Let’s go, An-der-son! Let’s go, Ne-va-eh! Let’s go, An-der-son!

Matt Salvatore: This is pretty insane! I thought the Ganja Goddess would have ended this match a while ago, but...

Nick Hanson: Miss Anderson’s resilience continues to surprise us. After that move, however, I think she’s back in La-La Land!

The referee looks between the Champion and the Challenger. He watches Nevaeh begin to collect herself using the ropes. She begins to ascend to the top turnbuckle, while Anderson is stirring to life. Once she’s at the top, Nevaeh looks out towards the crowd before she calls out--

Sativa Nevaeh: I am a Leaf on the Wind!

The Crowd: Watch how I soar!

At the same time Nevaeh takes off for the “Leaf on the Wind” (Phoenix Splash), Anderson kips up and catches her in mid-air with “Stars-a-Dancing” (Sitout Facebuster)! The fans are taken aback by the counter, letting out another “HOLY SHIT!” chant. Nick and Matt are shocked by what has just transpired. Once more, both women are down. Nevaeh’s eyes are glazed over from the unexpected impact; Anderson is flat on her back with her chest rising and falling.

Matt Salvatore: Jesus CHRIST!

Nick Hanson: I… couldn’t have said it better myself, Nick! Leaf on the Wind right into Stars-a-Dancing! This is unbelievable!

Forcing herself onto her side, Anderson crawls over towards the ropes and uses them to pull herself up. Nevaeh slowly rolls onto her back, while the referee checks on her. She looks like she’s seeing stars! Taking a few steps back, the referee -- and the fans -- watch as Anderson climbs the turnbuckles and tries to balance herself.

The Crowd: ARE YOU OK?!

Right on cue, the fans encourage the Sweetheart Esper. There’s heightened intensity when she steadies herself on the top rope, facing away from Darth Ganja, and takes off -- landing “A.D.H.D.” (Double Rotation Moonsault)!

Nick Hanson: Altitude Drop Heaven’s Dream!!

Turning to cover Nevaeh and hook the leg, Anderson squeezes her eyes shut. The fans count along with the referee in sheer excitement.

ONE!

TWO…!

THREE!!

~DING, DING, DING~

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match… and THE NEW NFW World Heavyweight Champion! “The Pink Sugarplum Fairy” DANNIIIII AAAAAAANDERSON!

Nick Hanson: She did it! Danielle Anderson did it!

Matt Salvatore: Holy shit… Sativa Nevaeh’s legendary reign as the World Heavyweight Champion is over.

The fans cheer LOUDLY as “Overtime” by Cash Cash plays from the PA system. For a moment, Danni simply lays there, her eyes still squeezed shut. After retrieving the World Heavyweight Championship belt from the ringside official, the referee moves back to check on her. Slowly, Danni opens her eyes, blinks, and stares at the gold. The nearest camera picks up her voice on the mic.

Danni Anderson (⊙‿⊙✿) Is… is that mine?

The referee chuckles before extending the belt towards her. Danni rises to her feet, tears in her eyes, and she takes the gold in her hands. The sweet little thing is shaking, clutching the belt in her arms. Meanwhile, Sativa is coming to, the realization gravitating upon her as she looks up to Danni holding what was once hers. She slowly rises to her feet, and just before Danni can react, Sativa grabs her and turns her around. The fans suddenly become concerned; it looks like a reaction out of pure anger.

Oh, the surprise that overcomes them when Sativa pulls sweet little Danni into a hug. Even those who are not fans of the Kingdom cheer and applaud! The tears spill down Danni’s face as she returns the hug tightly. After a moment or two, Sativa lets Danni go and exits the ring. She allows the new champion her time to shine -- a time that grows when Luthor Callaway and Leina Rael-Anderson emerge from the curtains. Without hesitation, Leina dashes into the ring and leaps into her mother’s waiting arms. Luthor comes down and stops next to Sativa, placing a hand on her shoulder. The two of them look on, as Danni hugs Leina tightly before they hold the championship belt up into the air -- much to the delight of the fans.

Nick Hanson: For an entire year, Miss Nevaeh defeated every challenger that stood in her way. For Miss Anderson to finally dethrone her… What an amazing feat!

Matt Salvatore: Kudos to the ladies who continue to reign supreme in New Frontier Wrestling!

Nick Hanson: Aye, aye! On behalf of Salvatore, I’m Nick Hanson. We will see you next week on Collision #80!

Winner: Danni Anderson (NEW Champion)
Result: Pinfall
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Winners
Match #1. Cass Baumer def. Ian Dickenson via Pinfall
Match #2. Tren Descarrilado def. Darius Crowley & Vanita Thompson via Pinfall
Match #3. Damon Cross def. Jansen Myrrh via Pinfall
Match #4. Second City Riot Squad def. The Skillz Vendorz via Forfeit to become the NEW Tag Team Champions
Match #5. Jasmine Matthews def. Asmodeus in Ultimate X to retain the Silver Mountain Championship
Match #6. Danni Anderson def. Sativa Nevaeh via Pinfall to become the NEW World Heavyweight Champion
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Writers
Bloody Fairytale
BlackLionJpn
Danni Anderson
Trenton Page
Super Tiger
Morgan Payne
Special Thanks Goes To: "Possum" for assistance on the Ultimate X match.

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