NFW Collision #80 - Chicago, IL! 06/23/2020!

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome back to NFW Tuesday Night Collision! We are one week past Ascension! Hell of a show that was!

Matt Salvatore: Sure was, Nick! Not one, but two! TWO title changes! New Tag Team Champions; Second City Riot Squad! Congratulations ladies!

Nick Hanson: That’s right, Matt! And new NFW World Heavyweight Champion! Danni Anderson defeated reigning champion Sativa Nevaeh after a year-long reign!

Matt Salvatore: That was such a good match! We’re gonna hear from the new champ this evening but for now, let’s get this show underway! Nick, we got an interesting Ladder Match tonight, don’t we?

Nick Hanson: It’s an Elimination Ladder Match! Two out of the four competitors can be pinned or submitted which will eliminate them completely from the match!

Matt Salvatore: Damon Cross, Cass Baumer, Tren Descarrilado and Azurine Vebbins! Gonna be good!

Nick Hanson: Indeed, but we’ve got so much more before that one! Let’s take it away, Matt! This is Collision! Episode 80!
Before any action takes place in the ring, “Overtime” by Cash Cash plays from the PA system. The fans rise to their feet in anticipation. Through the black curtains, Danielle Anderson makes her presence known, and the fans burst into cheers. She’s wearing a blue Sum 41 graphic tee that’s tied to show off her midriff, a black belt that secures her black denim skinny jeans, and black platform boots. Around her neck is a silver chain necklace and across her left shoulder is the NFW World Heavyweight Championship.

“GET DOWN!
GET UP AGAIN!
Come on, come on, move!
Get down! Get up again!
Work it, do it overtime!

Nick Hanson: Here she is! Ladies and gentlemen, the NEW NFW World Heavyweight Champion, Miss Danielle Anderson!

Matt Salvatore: It’s still hard to believe that Sativa Nevaeh has been dethroned after an entire year… but this is the new reality, folks!

Gauging the fans, Danni smiles sweetly and begins to make her way down the ramp. She allows for photo opportunities before she ascends the steel steps and enters the ring. There’s a little bounce in her step as her music continues to play, all while she acquires a microphone from a ringside official. She takes a moment to embrace the positive reception from the fans who are ecstatic for the new champion.

“Get down! Get up again!
Come on, come on, right! to! down!
Get up again! Work it, do it overtime!”

The music goes on and Danni simply observes the audience with a smile. She’s taken aback by the reactions, the cheers and applause, the flash photography. Finally, when the music fades, the fans begin to settle down. They watch as the Pink Sugarplum Fairy raises the mic to her lips.

Danni Anderson (◠﹏◠✿) Sooo… this is real.

Lightly, she taps the championship belt over her shoulder. She looks to the fans and a soft giggle escapes her.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) Back in January, I made a New Year’s wrestling resolution. I said I would become a top champion before the end of 2020. It was a bold statement -- and some people didn’t believe it was possible. They thought it was wishful thinking or pure delirium.

She begins to express herself from the perspective of those who poorly judged her.

Danni Anderson (✿⇎_⇎) “Danni Anderson is a joke! She’ll never amount to anything!” “Her disabilities will stop her from growing in the industry.” “She can’t be in the main event; she’s physically and mentally incapable!” “She will always be the inferior Anderson sibling compared to her brother.”

The harsh criticism receives loud boos from the fans. Danni takes a deep breath, lets it out slowly, and smiles.

Danni Anderson (✿◠‿◠) A lot of them are pretty quiet now, aren’t they? Because the reality is this. I have accomplished what many did not believe was possible. I have proven that anyone can climb to the tippy-top of the mountain. I have risen as the New Frontier Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion!

Lively, the fans respond positively and even start a chant she’s familiar with.

The Crowd: OOH RAH! OHH RAH! OOH RAH! OOH RAH! OOH RAH!

A huge grin crosses Danni’s face. She then raises her hands into the air and lets out the battle cry she’s made her own in the wrestling industry.

Danni Anderson (✿ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ OOH RAH!

The fans are so excited -- so happy for the Sweetheart Esper who has been through so much in her life. She feels her heart skip a beat as the energy within the Collision Center grows. Her right hand moves over the plate of the title; the name upon it has been changed to hers: DANNI ANDERSON. Shifting the mic in her hand, she speaks up.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) Even with my Autism, my ADHD, and my anxiety, I’ve finally made it. If I can do it, then so can you! Don’t ever let anything stop you from making your dreams come true!

A round of applause and a burst of cheers from the fans makes her smile bright. Once again, “Overtime” by Cash Cash plays from the PA system. The Semper Fairy raises her newly-won championship belt in the air to the positive reception of the audience. The camera picks up on the visual of tears of joy in her eyes before the perspective changes.
Krystal Kirk was announced before the show as having become an expectant mother with her boyfriend Rhys Sheppard. As a result of this, she was substituted by NFW enhancement talent, Trina Tanaka who had not been seen in literal months.

When the bell rang, Trina came hot out the gates at Layla, looking to make this her moment. It wasn’t exactly a dirty, blindside attack. More just the Japanese-American rookie came running out ready to fight and started laying into the Fortune Teller with hard rights, backing her into her corner again. Once she got there, she switched to forearms until the referee started counting to pull her off. Trina broke clean with Layla slumped in the corner so she hit the other turnbuckle, pushing off with a foot to get some speed. She came dashing back in towards her opponent and BOOM!!! LAYLA AISHE CAME OUT OF THE CORNER WITH A SUPERKICK!!! Trina staggered back, eyes rolling back in her head as Layla shook out the stars. As Trina turned back around then, Layla sent her IN THE STARS for a quick cover, scoring the victory!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! LAYLA...AISHE!!!

Matt Salvatore: Well damn!

Nick Hanson: A quick victory for Layla Aishe against Trina Tanaka! Very well scouted!

Matt Salvatore: Trina needs to quit making those rookie mistakes!

To paint a picture, imagine if you will a man standing before a black dropcloth, shirtless and only viewed from the waist up. He's athletic and thin, decorated in tattoos with a face that looks both young and old at the same time. He sports long blond hair growing from the top of his head, the sides cut short, and a long and trimmed beard. He wears some jewelry in the form of a few rings, a cord around his neck, and a chain on his wrist. This is your 'scene' so to speak.

Jack Nomad: "Only those that matter know my name and always in hushed tones they say it, for fear that I shall hear and come for them. Who am I, you ask? I am a nightmare given reality, all of your darkest fears and desires manifest into one flesh and blood body. Some out there would have you believe they are the devil incarnate, the very definition of evil. I do not. My name is Jack Nomad."

He paces in front of a black, featureless wall, rubbing my hands together with his head dipped forward as if momentarily reflecting.

Jack Nomad: "I feel no shame in my heart for the things I have done in my life both professionally and unprofessionally, for my victims often have it coming to them in one way or another. Excessive pride and vanity, shit attitudes, no appreciation for the craft, and excessive whining about fair play are all perfectly valid reasons to inflict pain and misery. There is a reason I have been out of the limelight and away from wrestling for as long as I have been and it's because this sport lost it's way...."

His eyes find the camera lens studying me it's cold, passive electric eye.

Jack Nomad: "...I do this not for the money but for my own personal amusement. Wrestling is one of the few professions where I am paid to hurt people and I do it in front of a crowd, so two-fold it strokes my ego while also providing me with a sense of satisfaction. As the world goes to hell around me, much to my delight, I find myself drawn once more to the public eye and all because one man simply could not accept the truth that I spoke about him. He had to challenge that and well, I do not care when idiots declare themselves worthy after lying down on their backs for a little extra money."

Ah the point approaches!

Jack Nomad: "I came here for two things, to remind the world that nightmares do exist and because of an impudent fuck stain who likes getting paid to take dives. Minoru Tanahashi, your words and disrespect on social media were the engraved invitation I had been waiting for all this time. A call to action that has brought this monster out of hibernation, thawed and full of hell to be unleashed."

He steps in a little closer to the camera, head tilted towards it.

Jack Nomad: "When it's all over and you're in a hospital bed, unable to feel the exquisite pain in your body because I've left you paralyzed, I want you to be propped up so that you can watch the devastation that unfolds because you couldn't swallow your pride and shut your dipshit mouth. From here on, every body I leave in my wake, every ounce of blood I drain from my opponents, and every career I end.... it's all because of you buddy. Thank you for the invitation."

Jack leans forward until all that's in view of the camera is his face as he stares unblinkingly for several seconds. Just before we cut to black, an evil smile spreads across his face.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a one on one match, scheduled for one fall!

The lights go out as “Summer Breeze” by Type O Negative comes on through the speakers. The lights come on around the ramp and stage as a dark, eerie red shade. Almost reaching violet as candles light up along the stage and a glowing red pentagram lights up on the center of the stage. Each point of the pentagram has a burning candle on the end. Throughout the audience, lighters are seen, helping to set the mood of the scene.

See the curtains hangin' in the window, in the evenin' on a Friday night
A little light a-shinin' through the window, lets me know everything is alright

As the lyrics start, the center of the pentagram is revealed, upon closer inspection, to be hollowed out. Suddenly, however, it is slowly filled as the panel below raises up, bringing “The Walking Contradiction” Cherry Addams, up onto the stage. Cherry is crouched but once the panel is raised in place, she slowly, sensually, stands to her feet, slowly spreading out her arms like a demon stretching her arms upon her ascent to Earth.

Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind
Summer breeze, makes me feel fine, blowing through the jasmine in my mind

Roger Arden: Introducing first “From The Endless Void!!! She is the Queen of the Frontier tournament’s A Block winner! The Walking Contradiction!! CHERRY...ADDAAAAAAAAAAAMS!!!!!!”

Cherry Addams steps out of the pentagram, approaching the ring seductively and methodically as she watches the ring with a bloodthirsty little smile on her lips.

See the paper layin' in the sidewalk, a little music from the house next door
So I walked on up to the doorstep, through the screen and across the floor

Upon reaching the ring, Cherry climbs up onto the apron and flexibly slides under the bottom rope, moving to her corner.

Roger Arden: Her opponent, from San Fernando Valley, California. The Prince Of Pleasure… RONNIE NORTH!

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

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

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

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

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

~DING DING DING~

As the bell sounds, North and Cherry circle for a bit, then both go for a lockup. North is quick to slide behind Cherry and goes for the waist lock, but instead, he gets an elbow to the nose. Cherry turns and delivers a few hard forearm shots, then follows with a hard chop before dropping him with a vicious European uppercut. Cherry covers, but North kicks out at 1. Cherry brings Ronnie back to his feet and starts laying in hard kicks to the thigh, working to buckle the prince of pleasure. He starts to go down to a knee and Cherry looks to put a little more behind the next kick, but that allows Ronnie enough time to recover. Ronnie catches the leg and pulls her in to deliver an inverted atomic drop, which he quickly follows with a snap suplex. He floats into the cover, but he’s a little slower and only gets a 1 count. North brings Cherry back to her feet and then puts her right back down with a neckbreaker. He follows with a knee drop, then a leg drop, then a big jumping elbow drop before he covers, for another 1 count.

Ronnie is showing a bit of frustration as he brings Cherry up and delivers a few hard forearm shots, then a chop of his own to stagger her. Ronnie brings Cherry up for the vertical suplex and holds her. He looks to give a Little Something for the Ladies and squats, After three though, his leg starts to give out and Cherry is able to slip down. She hits Ronnie with a chop block and then locks in a kneebar. Cherry has the kneebar applied perfectly as Ronnie reaches for the ropes. Ronnie starts to slowly pull his way to the ropes as the fans cheer for him, especially the ladies. As she cranks back on the knee, Cherry drives a few boots down into the small of his back. Ronnie looks close to tapping, but surges forward and grabs the bottom rope. Cherry holds on for a bit and the ref begins his count, but she breaks it at 4. Cherry pulls Ronnie away from the ropes and delivers a standing elbow drop. She quickly gets to her feet and delivers another, then another and another as she starts with Endless Torture. On elbow drop 13, she aims right for the heart and drives her body downward, but Ronnie just rolls out of the way.

Cherry clutches her elbow as Ronnie uses the ropes to pull himself into the corner. Ronnie is sitting in the corner as Cherry gets to her feet. With Ronnie still trying to catch his breath, Cherry charges at him with Lamb to Slaughter, looking to end it. Ronnie just manages to roll out of the way and Cherry crashes into the corner hard. Ronnie gets to his feet and connects with the Careless Whisper. Ronnie quickly covers.

ONE…

TWO…

THR- KICK OUT!

Ronnie takes a few seconds to regain his composure, then pulls Cherry back to her feet, delivers a hard kick to the midsection, and sets her up for Droppin Loads, only to have his knee go out. Cherry slips off and hits a thrusting side kick to the back of the skull. She makes the cover, but Ronnie North just manages to kick out. Cherry brings him up, wrenches the arm, then pulls him into a crushing elbow strike right to the side of the head. Cherry goes to the ropes and looks for Walking the Void. As she goes to dive down, Ronnie pulls away and she lands awkwardly. Ronnie delivers a superkick with his good leg and then hits the Heart Breaker. He quickly makes the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

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

Nick Hanson: Ronnie North with the big win here tonight. Cherry Addams really worked over that leg and looked like she had him multiple times, but he shows that he is a savvy competitor and picks up the win.

Matt Salvatore: It doesn't matter if you control ninety seven percent of the match if your opponent controls the one, two, three.

Ronnie North has his hand raised, then quickly exits the ring to find some special people to go celebrate with.

The scene opens up and it’s a nice day outside in Augusta, Georgia. The sun is shining down, very few clouds in the sky, it seems like a very nice day to be outside. The camera pans down and we see Jansen Myrrh on the sidewalk, she has some earbuds in her ear. She’s wearing a white t-shirt and some shorts and running shoes. The front of her shirt is soaking wet as she continues to walk.

“Sometimes, you just have to do a little running to get all that toxicity out of your body. Just like sometimes you need to get away from things to get that toxicity out of your life. Now, don’t get me wrong, I ain’t no runner for the most part. I do a couple of miles, but I ain’t fucking doing no marathon. But, I decided to come home for a couple of weeks just to unwind and regroup after Reckoning Day. My momentum has temporarily been halted so I figure it was time.”

She walks by a small grocery store and she sees an elderly woman trying to cross over, but traffic won’t stop for her. “See? This is the world we live in now. Everyone’s in a goddamned hurry to get places, they won’t stop for thirty fucking seconds to let Mrs. Willowby cross the goddamned street.”

Jansen walks out into the street, forcing traffic to stop. They honk their horns at her and she flips them off. “C’mon, Mrs. Willowby, you cross the street. I’ll hold these fuckers at bay.”

The elderly woman is aghast at Jansen’s language and as she walks by she says, “You used to be such a nice girl too.”

Jansen rolls her eyes. “I’m still a nice girl! I ran in front of traffic so you could cross the fucking road!”

Once she sees that the older woman has successfully crossed the street, Jansen gives the front driver the finger once more and then moves back to the sidewalk and the traffic begins to roll again. The guy rolls down his window, “I saw you get your ass beat! Serves you right, you piece of trash!”

Jansen flips the bird yet again. “See what I mean? Can’t even do a good deed around here anymore. I mean, look, I came out and give Danni Anderson her apology for accusing her of attacking Lara and look what it got me. A goddamned lunatic decided to take it upon himself to fucking jump on my shit and so, what do I do? I give him the chance to avenge the wrong I did to his girl and you know what? I’m girl enough to admit that I lost that match. I mean, we nearly killed each other in the process and he mighta gotten a little lucky in the end, but fair is fair, I lost.”

Jansen turns down one of the side streets as she walks and the camera stays at her side.

“I got pretty banged up and so I decide to take a couple of weeks, recuperate and get ready to get back in and start working towards a shot at the champion. But guess what the fuck happens? Fucking Danni Anderson wins the championship. Are you kidding me right now? I guess Mother Theresa wasn’t available to fight for the title. I guess Karthik Nemmani didn’t wanna make the trip to Chicago for a fight? Who’s that? The fucking 2019 Spelling Bee Champion of the World, that’s who. Yes, I watch the fucking spelling bee championship, fuck off.”

Suddenly, there’s some commotion down the street. A dog on a leash is running towards Jansen and as it tries to run by, she reaches down and grabs the leash and stops the dog from running away. Jansen kneels down and pets the dog as a teenager runs up out of breath, “Thanks!”

“Such a good doggie. Why you running away?” Jansen pets the dog a bit more before handing off the leash to the owner, “You know, don't be a pussy and grip tighter maybe?”

The teenager nods, “Right,” and heads off.

Jansen watches them take off before turning back to the camera, “What was I saying? Oh yeah, Danni is the new champion. Okay, but doesn’t really matter who the champ is, I guess. I’ll fight anyone. And my time is coming. I promise you that, but in the meantime, I ain’t planning no cheap shots, no blindsides, no backstabbing, nothing like that. When it’s my time, whether its to win the Vlad Blackheart tournament or win some sort of number one contender match, I could give a fuck. I’m going to work my way up and win the title, fair and square. I am not giving anyone a reason to say that I did someone dirty to win a championship.”

Jansen stops in front of a home, “This is where we part. Let me say one more than. When I return to Collision, I, Jansen Myrrh refuse to be the villain in anyone’s story any longer. Paint me with that brush all you like, but I will not accept it. I am Jansen Myrrh, and I am not your goddamned villain.”

She starts to turn onto the sidewalk that leads to the house and she turns back to the cameraman, “Now fuck off.”
The lights go out and bright green static comes up on the video screen.


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


Sativa Nevaeh comes out from the back and stands at the top of the ramp looking over the crowd. She is in her ‘street’ attire, Kingdom T-shirt, daisy duke shorts, and a pair of black Chuck Taylors. The crowd gives her s surprisingly mixed as she stands at the entrance, smirking. Sativa starts to make her way towards the ring.


She makes it to ringside and slides under the bottom rope headfirst. She crawls over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. She perches atop the ring post, resting one knee upon the top turnbuckle facing inward toward the ring. She throws her head back and takes off the mask, throwing her arms out in a 'welcome the doves' pose. The crowd continues their mixed reaction as she just smiles. Sativa grabs the ropes and jumps down. She gets a microphone from a crew member and waits for her music to stop and the crowd to die down.

Sativa Nevaeh: Here it is. The first Collision in over a year without me as Champion. Kind of a surreal night for me, if I’m being honest. I might not be champion anymore, this is true. But what I do have is a record no one will beat. I held the NFW Women’s that transitioned into the NFW World Heavyweight Title for over one whole year. Fifty-Three weeks. Three hundred and seventy-two days.

The crowd actually cheers for the record-setting reign.

Sativa Nevaeh: No one will come close to touching my record. I have all the faith in Danni being a good successor. But no one will be able to do what I did. The closest to me, of ANY title, is Adrianna Salvatore who’s record I beat by over a month. Besides, being champion for as long as I was, was actually pretty fucking boring.

The crowd boos.

Sativa Nevaeh: Oh come off of it! It was monotonous! Defend the title then see who steps up next. Wash, rinse, repeat. It was an annoying cycle. Seeing shit opponent after shit opponent. Only a few were ever truly deserving. All the rest? Just fucking boring.

The crowd boos louder. Sativa just dismissively waves her hand.

Sativa Nevaeh: I’m not gonna try and convince you. I was the one who had to live through that shit. But now? Now that I don’t have the title dictating what I can or can’t do? Well, now I will be doing what I want to do! I am going to make a return to my roots. You all are gonna see some amazingly fun stuff in the coming weeks. Keep your eyes open. You’ve already seen me hold the World Heavyweight Title for a Year…

Sativa looks into a camera and smirks.

Sativa Nevaeh: Just watch what I do next.

She winks as her music starts up again. She drops the mic and heads backstage.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The arena plunges into darkness apart from a shimmering red strobe on the stage which moves in tune to the beat of Seventeen girls in a row and the lights come back on as there is a sudden explosion of fiery pyro and Lash gets a warm reaction as he leaps out from the backstage area at the same time..

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Calabasas, California, weighing in at 205 pounds!

Lash Donohue, adorned in his usual furry hat and coat, strides down the ramp confidently, his arms stretched out, slapping the hands which reach out.

Roger Arden: He is the Diamond...LASH...DONOHUE!!!

The fans get a lot more enthusiastic as Lash leaps up onto the barricade and shows off his agility by casually making his way down it. Lash reaches the end of the barricade wall and looks around, giving a somewhat cocky smirk as several flashbulbs go off while he leaps from the Wall to the ring apron, strikes his trademark pose and 'skins the cat'. Lash Donohue ascends to the top rope and gestures for the crowd to get louder before jumping down and awaiting his opponent.

Roger Arden: Introducing his opponent!

The Sudden Blare of Guitar shreds through the air as the opening chords to "Out of The Black" by Royal Blood plays, and when the song kicks into gear Edgar Malcovich enters the arena in his wrestling gear, plus a sleeveless pullover hoodie.

Roger Arden: "From Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 242lbs, he is 'The Filthy Angel" Edgar… MALCOVICH!"

Eddy walks down to the ring, no taunting or extra dramatics, maybe interacting with a fan or two as he circles the ring like a hungry predator before sliding in and running over to the ropes. He dead stops at the ropes and pulls down his hood, slitting his throat with his thumb while leaving against the top rope.

~DING DING DING~

With disrespectful words uttered by Lash Donahue before the start of the bell, he finds himself the victim of a brutal onslaught from Eddie Malcovich early in the match as the Filthy Angel unloads with fists, chops, and even a headbutt or two. He drives Lashy D back into the corner. One particularly back elbow snogs him pretty hard, with Eddie pulling him out of the corner and right into a short arm Muay Thai Knee shot. Lash falls like a tree to the side and Eddie makes the first cover, but only gains a two count.

Smiling that it doesn't end so quickly, Eddie pulls Lash up and goes for another pull-back, but this time Lashy D hits him with a gut kick, locks on a double U-hook, and almost hits the Bury-Go-Round early but Eddie manages to spin free, pull him into a Fireman's Carry and just as he's about to deliver the Penance Stare, Lash slips off his back and slips Eddie into an ab-stretch followed by a hard Lumber Check! Eddie recovers quickly, but not in time as Lash moves in with a straight desperate punch, followed by a gut kick, and a flurry of forearms to the face of the formerly Spooky one! This is quickly finished with a Japanese Arm Drag which Eddie immediately pops up from only to get devastated by KICKIN' BACK!!! He then hits THE SKYTWISTER PRESS and hooks the leg but gets only a two count!

Lashy pulls Eddie to his feet only to be pulled down into a Triangle Choke hold! Eddie holds on for dear life but Lash violently thrashes, rolling them both around until he gets a foot into the ropes, forcing the break of the hold! Upon separation, Lash rolls out of the ring, coughing and holding his throat. This opens him up for an over the top rope suicide dive that sends both him and Eddie to the floor in a heap!

Eddie gathers Lash to his feet and walks him to the table, promptly slamming his face into it repeatedly! Lash manages to grab one of the small monitors on the table and busts it right in Eddie's face! The referee doesn't even seem to notice this as Eddie immediately bleeds right into his eyes. Blinded, this opens him up for THE LASH-TO!!!! Lash then drapes Eddie on the table, climbing onto it with him.

With his foe blasted and disoriented, he squats down over his face once.... twice.... three times, effectively Tea Bagging him, Call of Duty style in front of everyone. Some could even hear him saying “Dip! Dip! Potato chip!” On the last go, however, Eddie's head violently jerks upward and Lashy finds himself headbutted square in the groin! Lash doubles over, cups himself, and falls off the table groaning in pain!

Eddie rolls off the table, shaking his head and looking dazed an angry. He gathers Lash up and slams him into the table, then pulls Lash up onto the table with him, locks him into the DEMONMANIA-NO! Lashy breaks free and the two trade blows. A gut kick from Eddie wins the day and thinking fast, he drops Lash with an impromptu DDT THROUGH THE TABLE!!! The two lay there on the floor in the table wreckage, the seconds ticking away as the ref gets closer and closer to a 20 count.

Slowly Eddie pulls himself from the wreckage and slips into the ring. He waits the count out, seeing Lashy twitching and just as the ref gets to 9, Eddie shakes his head, drops, and rolls out of the ring. He wasn't going to win by count out. Gathering Lash Donahue up, blood caked in streaks down his face, he hurls his foe over the apron and slides in after him. He then pulls him in to a Front Chancery, signaling for the Demonmania, but Lashy yanks free and hits a roundhouse kick, followed by THE BURY-GO-ROUND! On impact, he rolls Eddie over for a pin and 1-2-3!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! DIAMOND...LASH...DONOHUE!!

Matt Salvatore: That little motherfucker just teabagged a grown man on network television.

Nick Hanson: That’s Lash Donohue for ya! Uncouth and uncontrollable.

Matt Salvatore: I don’t think Eddy’s gonna get that slide, Nick.

Despite the victory, both men aren't moving and instead lay there, breathing shallow and barely conscious!

Molly Hatchet ran her fingers through her coppery red hair, a bundle of nerves beneath freckles and black and green ring gear. The Ginger Ninja sighs softly, speaking to herself as she paces back and forth within the confines of a bog standard wrestling locker room, just outside a shower with a frosted glass stall door, a rather massive shape moving behind it. Molly leans her back against the tiled wall, arms folded over her chest

Molly: Oi…. I’m not sure Ursula. Perhaps I should’ve stayed out a little longer, milked the time out to train and get a bit better, yeah?

Ursula Von Rossbach’s voice echoes off the walls of a tiled bathroom. Apparently showering is a pre-match ritual for the Lady Terminator.

UVR: And then what, Ms. O’Hatherine? Would you postpone until you felt ready, only to let every opportunity you might have had slip past your fingers?

Another shake of the head as Molly's head dips.

Molly: Aye…. I missed out on a few as it was taking tha’ time away like I did.

UVR: Your injury had to heal, but it is not the injury that you are concerned with to the point of hanging outside of my shower stall is it?

She slowly nods.

Molly: Everythin’s gone wrong fer me, Ursula…. Nothin’s been right. It feels like it’s all gone ta’ hell and I’ve done nothin’ but lose… I’m a bloody loser is what I am.

With a squeak, the flow of water from the shower head stops. Ursula’s hand slips out over the shower stall.

UVR: Towel.

Molly reaches for a nearby rolling cart with a pair of soft white towels folded atop it. Gathering one up, she tosses it up to Ursula’s hand, which catches it effortlessly.

UVR: Thank you.

After a moment of rustling cloth and rapid movements by the tall woman behind the frosted glass, the stall door opens to reveal Ursula wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around her impressive body, wet hair covering half of her face. She looks at Molly for a moment with a rather cool gaze.

UVR: You are a loser, Molly.

]Suddenly The Ginger Ninja’s eyes light up and she glares up at her old rival turned ally with a withering squint.

Molly: ‘xcuse me?!

UVR: You heard me. You are a loser and you shall always be a loser as long as you continue to act and feel this way each time you are defeated. Do you think loss ever stopped me?

She towers over Molly, the towel barely hiding her damp skin from the camera’s eye. Molly looks ready to fight, an instant spitting mad-on written all over her face. Ursula just regards her with an expressionless and uncaring stone-like face.

UVR: No. Defeat is not the end, Molly. The end is what *you* make it. If you feel like you’re a burden and that you can never win, then strip that gear off, pack your fucking bag, leave my presence, and never return. You are a fucking DISGRACE!

Suddenly Molly shoves Ursula back with a surprising amount of force that budges the big woman back a few steps. Molly’s quivering, moisture in her eyes, fists clenched tightly.

Molly: I AM NOT A FAWKIN’ DISGRACE!!! How…. DARE YE’?! HOW FAWKIN’ DARE YE?!

Ursula barely manages to keep her towel on, readjusting it ever so carefully. That unnerving smile crosses the powerful woman’s face as she regards Molly, this time with a somewhat more approving look in her eye.

UVR: I knew there was still fight left in you. Now shut your mouth, hold on to that feeling, and unleash it upon your opponents tonight. That righteous passion and fury, that is what is needed, not uncertain melancholy, Ms. O’Hatherine.

Ursula turns and steps away, tossing the towel over her shoulder as she enters her dressing area to prepare.

Molly: Tha’ fawkin’ nerve….

Molly’s left still quivering, worked up into a frenzy by Ursula.

Molly: ….of course she’s fawkin’ right….

UVR: I am always right.

Molly: SHUT IT!!!

...and Cut.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!!

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: Introducing first, 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 Minoru 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.

“Blood” begins to play as Morgan comes out from behind the curtain. A focused look on her face as she stares down at the ring before slowly making her way down the ramp.

Roger Arden: And his tag team partner, from Elizabeth Vale, Australia, Morgan Malice!

Morgan makes it to the bottom of the ramp and climbs the steps and walks along the apron before getting into the ring and heading to her corner.

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

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

Roger Arden: And their opponents, they are Molly Hatchet and Ursula Von Rossbach, The Hatchet Clan!

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

~DING DING DING~

Molly and Morgan start things off for their team as they circle the ring and stare each other down. They meet in the middle of the ring and lock up with Morgan getting the advantage by getting Molly into a waist lock that she transitions into a side headlock. She then takes Molly over with a snapmare and plants her on the ground where she continues to work over the head and neck of Molly before transitioning into a body scissors. Molly gets out of it and back up to her feet where she hits the ropes. As she comes off the ropes though, Morgan is there with a kitchen sink before she takes Molly up with a double handed choke lift before just planting her down on the mat with a slam. She then reaches out and tags Minoru into the match. Minoru comes into the match and he immediately picks Molly up and delivers a dragon suplex before hooking the leg and going for a cover, only to get a two count. Minoru picks Molly back up to her feet and sends her into the corner. Minoru charges in and goes for a corner splash, but Molly gets out of the way before she grabs him by the tights and rolls him up for a two count. Both get up to their feet and Minoru goes for a knife edge chop, but Molly blocks it and delivers one of her own before taking Minoru and delivering a knee right to the face of Minoru that staggers him back. She then grabs him and this time, she delivers a roundhouse kick that drops Minoru. Molly then reaches out and tags in Ursula into the match.

Ursula comes into the match and she picks Minoru up to his feet and sends him into the ropes. Minoru comes off the ropes and he runs into a discus clothesline from Ursula that drops him down to the mat. She picks him back up and puts Minoru into a bearhug where she takes him and wrenches on his lower back and shakes him like a ragdoll before taking him and planting him right into the mat with a spinebuster. Ursula then hooks the leg and only gets a two count out of this. She then picks Minoru back up to his feet and lifts him up, going for a gorilla press slam, but Minoru is able to wiggle out of it and as Ursula turns around, she’s met with a step up enziguri that staggers her back. Minoru staggers to his corner and tags Morgan back into the match. Morgan comes in and goes right after Ursula with a series of forearm shots before she takes her and spinning backfist before locking Ursula in a cravate and then delivering Off with Her Head! Ursula stumbles back a little bit, but as Morgan goes to follow up, Ursula drops her with a roundhouse kick. She then tags Molly back in as Morgan gets to her feet, she’s met with an assisted spiral dropkick from Molly and Ursula. Molly then picks Morgan up and delivers the Ginger Ninja Death Drop and she hooks the leg and the ref counts the three.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners, Molly Hatchet and Ursula Von Rossbach!

Nick Hanson: Impressive win here tonight for the duo, Matt.

Matt Salvatore: It’s nice to see Molly back in action after a small stint on IR.

In one of the quieter areas of the locker room at the Collision Center, Damon Cross can be found in a surprisingly calm state considering his main event match. Come to think of it, calm might actually be pretty appropriate; Twitter has been blazing with the back-and-forth between the Black Ronin and the other competitors since the match was announced. With a shot at Jasmine Matthews on the line, Damon, Cass Baumer, Azurine Vebbins, and Tren Descarrilado are to clash in an Elimination Ladder Match for a crack at the Silver Mountain Championship at Cruel Summer. Tren, in particular, has been quite scathing, and Damon has responded in kind. Now, as the battle draws inexorably closer, Damon sits on the floor against the wall, cross-legged, with his hands folded in his lap.

Dressed already in his ring gear, the Black Ronin’s breathing is calm and even. Yet, in stark contrast, the rest of his body clearly shows the remnants of his war with Jansen Myrrh at Reckoning Day. Only the more serious ones, of course, but coupled with his already-existing wounds he looks a little worse off than he might truly be. Thankfully, others in the locker room are giving him space to mentally prepare. No such luck when it comes to a certain beautiful, bright-eyed champion making her way around benches and such seeking him out. It’s sometime after her pure-hearted speech, but Danielle Anderson is still wearing the same attire. With her NFW World Heavyweight Championship belt and cute purse in tow, she finally comes across her boyfriend and sits down on the floor in front of him.

Danni Anderson (◡‿◡✿) I was looking everywhere for you.

She doesn’t miss a beat, pulling out a travel size first aid kit from her purse. She tears open a small packet that contains a folded alcohol wipe, pulls it out, and begins to unfold it. Her eyes move up to him, in particular, the wound on his forehead. There are others, but this one is the most significant. Before she does anything else, she leans in and kisses him.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) I’m going to treat you, okay?

He kept still through most of it, but even Cross could not deny that kiss. With a small smile, he briefly opens his eyes and gazes at Danielle.

Damon Cross: And I’m betting that telling you not to worry would have zero effect.

Closing his eyes again, though the smile continues to linger, Damon gives himself over to the World Heavyweight Champion without resistance.

Damon Cross: Go right ahead, Reine Fée.

A light blush rises to the surface of her cheeks. She seems to know what that means. Smiling, she begins to gently press the wipe against his forehead. There’s a brief pause when he winces, giving him a moment to adjust before she continues. She takes her time to cover the entirety of the wound, applying gentle pressure on every inch, and then she fans it with her left hand.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) I forgot to bring the nurse’s outfit, sooo...

Damon Cross: That’s for no one’s eyes but my own.

He states quite firmly those words. It causes Danni’s blush to deepen just a little more, in fact. Gradually, he opens his eyes again.

Damon Cross: Your message to the fans earlier was inspired, Danielle. I’m proud of you. I hope tonight I can instill a little pride myself. Though…

The smile gives way and Damon looks serious once again.

Damon Cross: If I am being honest, i do not like my chances tonight. Not after the war at Reckoning Day. It may be that one of them gets the best of me out there...

And admitting that is clearly very hard. She pauses and looks into his eyes. Within them, she can see the genuine concern after his confession. There’s a brief flash of concern in her own eyes before she purses her lips together in a cute manner.

Danni Anderson (◠︿◠✿) Luthor really expected you to be able to compete after the street fight. It’s only been a week. That’s kinda crazy!

The truth is she still hasn’t seen it. He made her promise, after all. Everything is left to her vivid imagination, which some may wonder if that’s worse than the reality. She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly, taking a moment to speak to him while she puts the first aid kit away.

Danni Anderson (◡‿◡✿) You’re not at a hundred percent… but you can still do the best you can. Win or lose, you gave it your all. That, alone, will be inspiring. No matter what happens, I’ll be here to support you.

Damon Cross: Oh, they’ll get everything I’ve got. And knowing that you’ll be watching is its own sort of motivation.

When she sits back, Damon unfolds himself and rises to his feet. There’s a bit of popping and cracking going on when he stretches himself out, especially when he twists his neck one way then the other to alleviate a little more pressure. But his subdued smile reassures her a bit and he gives her a hand up to her feet. Grabbing his jacket, he leans in to kiss her forehead.

Damon Cross: I’d better get moving. See you after the match?

A cute squeal escapes her when his lips plant a kiss on her forehead. All the while, she fixes her championship belt around her waist and her purse over her shoulder. She looks into his eyes once again and smiles brightly for him.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) Of course, of course! I’ll be waiting for you!

Leaning up on the edges of her shoes, she kisses him. The gesture is returned and, with a running of his fingertips along her cheek, Damon leaves the locker room while Danni watches.
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the following contest is your main event and is an Elimination Ladder Match! In this match, individuals may be eliminated via pinfall or submission until only two remain! And now, introducing the competitors!

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: Introducing first, 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 and her next opponent.

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

Roger Arden: And her opponent, from Karori, Wellington, New Zealand, Cass Baumer!

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

Fallen...

Broken...

Simply dissolved into an incomplete thought
An empty shell, cracked and disfigured
With no remorse, I have been blinded by the darkness
With no disdain, I have received my punishment
And with no haste, I await them...

The words come from the lips of a scared, angry man in the darkness, the sounds of life going on in the background as he monologues until the opening notes of Ra's "Fallen Angels" takes over. To a very mixed reaction, Damon Cross walks out onto the stage with hood of a sleeveless sweatshirt up and over his head. Dropping unleashes his mop of unruly black hair and shows his too-bright eyes staring out from beneath them.

Roger Arden: And their opponent, from Lacombe, Louisiana, Damon Cross!

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

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

Taking a deep breath and rubbing his face with taped hands, Damon shakes his head hard a few times and starts down the ramp. Leaping up to the apron, he wipes his soles on the edge before stepping in between the ropes. Tossing the hoodie side, Damon checks his own pads and rotates his wrists and neck a bit, trying to get himself loose for the match. He never takes his eyes off what's before him, locking in on the moment and putting his all into gearing up to the point that any further fan reaction is lost on him.

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~

As soon as the bell rang there was the patented mad dash for a ladder from each competitor. Damon Cross and Azurine Vebbins fought over one while Tren Descarrilado and Cass Baumer had their second face off against one another. Cass got the other ladder first and Tren motioned for her to hand it over. The Baumer fans in the crowd laughed as Cass gave an overexaggerated shake of her head. Tren yelled a very audible “Give it ‘ere, motherfucker!” Cass shrugged and she gave it to him alright. She swung one end of that ladder and blasted Tren right in his painted face with it. The impact sent him into the announce table but did little more than make him look at the Headliner like she’d lost her goddamn mind! Meanwhile, Damon Cross got control of the ladder between he and Azurine Vebbins but as he swung it, she juked under and came up with a dropkick, knocking him into the ring apron and slamming the ladder right into him. The four continued to brawl it out, mostly paired off with Damon and Azurine putting on the more technical wrestling display for the match while fans who wanted only to see sheer, hardcore violence, needed only to look over at ringside where Cass Baumer was trying to get any kind of reaction out of Tren Descarrilado by wailing on him with a baking sheet. On a final swing of it, Tren just punched the tray out of Cass’ hands and grabbed her with one big hand behind the head, shoving her right into the ring post. He looked at his bleeding knuckles, licked the blood up and spit it on the New Zealander before he slid a table into the ring, then slid in to set it up, before he began to climb a ladder. Damon Cross made the first save, running up and literally jumped, catching Tren by the shoulders and yanked him down from the third rung into a backstabber!! Tren popped right up, granted on wobbly legs but he was all there mentally. That is until Azurine Vebbins came springboarding in from behind and drilled him face first into the ring with a flying Bulldog, getting a “That Was Awesome!” chant from the crowd. Azurine and Damon both went for a cover, trying to eliminate Tren as a factor from the match but the nigh 250 pounder shoved them both off, shooting up into a sitting position with a loud “Get Off Me Motherfuckers!!!!!”

Tren picked up the ladder and used it to clean house, knocking Azurine off her feet and tumbling her down to the outer floor below. He hit Cross in the stomach with it, then used the ladder for a leg sweep, dummying Cross across the mat. Tren turned, just as Cass was climbing her way up the ring post. The big man swung the ladder but the New Zealander jumped, there was an audible gasp from the crowd as the Headliner landed right on the ladder. Cass grinned, and ran her way up the ladder, with Tren swinging it to try and knock her off. He didn’t swing hard enough to avoid being drop kicked in the head. Tren landed in a pile of the ladder and Cass. Again, Tren was the first one to his feet but he was shaking the cobwebs off. The crowd got a little amped up as Damon Cross, meanwhile, had retrieved a Singapore cane from under the ring, ran in and full-on cracked it across Tren’s back. Congenital Analgesia was a blessing for Tren, though and a bitch for his opponents. All the Juarez native did was frown and turn to face Damon. He mouthed more obscenities and motioned to the cane in Damon’s hands before egging him on for another shot. Damon cocked back and hit a homer right into the ribs of the Train Wreck. Tren’s body jerked and he staggered from the force of the swing but looked at his midsection and made a brushing motion and threw Damon two middle fingers. Behind Tren, Azurine Vebbins yelled for the man to turn around. He got just about full turned with a “the fuck you want motherfu--” out of his mouth before Azurine SMASHED a steel chair right over his head. Tren staggered, looking more dizzy now and Damon followed up with one...two...three strikes across the skull!! Tren stumbled to his knees and Azurine hit the ropes, rushing in and hit a Running DDT, planting him into the mat. Azurine went for the cover, but Cassandra had a dropkick for her too. Instead of going sprawling, Azurine rolled with it and went to catch Cass up in a school boy. Cass powered out at two, and mule kicked Azurine in the face for the trouble. Azurine spun around, following the kick and here came Damon Cross with a Running STO, driving her face down into the mat. He went for another cover, himself, but looked up to see Cass scaling the ladder for the briefcase and got up to climb the ladder after her. Cass just had her hand on the briefcase when Damon reached the top and began throwing right hands into her ribs until she let go of the case and began trading blows with him. Damon had Cass rocked, it looked like before the Deathmatch student from the Japanese Death Dojos came up and smashed her forehead into Damon’s face with a headbutt. Damon swayed, holding onto the ladder and Cass ran his face down into the top of the ladder but he still held on. Cass mouthed a visible swear of frustration and climbed higher up with her feet on the ladder. Nobody had a damn clue what she was doing until she grabbed Damon by the head and pushed up off of the ladder, rotating her body, delivering a modified version of The Fact Check, not only off of the ladder but THROUGH THE DAMN TABLE BELOW!!!! Wood and metal exploded under the combined weight of the two as they sprawled out on the mat in a mess of bent frame and busted shards.

Cass and Cross laid groaning in a heap, and Tren was just stirring. In came Azurine with another ladder, she dropped it on Tren, jumping up onto it and over Tren for good measure, just to keep him down. Then she skipped up to the Ladder that Cass had tipped over, right it, while Tren worked on untangling himself from the other one. Azurine did a twirl, oblivious to the fact that she shouldn’t be wasting time, before hopping up the ladder two rungs at a time, showing off her athletic ability. Azurine was just to the top of the ladder, reaching out for the case when Damon Cross SHOULDER TACKLED the ladder. Cross sent his whole body flying into the base of the ladder, causing it to wobble, and Azurine to sway unsteadily. Azurine jumped up, grasping for the case with her hands. Her jump finished unsettling the ladder, seeing that she was just about to grab the case. Cross hit the ladder again, this time knocking up into Azurine. Azurine let go of the case in shock, as she and the ladder toppled over the ropes and out of the ring. Azurine this time landed in a pile of herself and steel out on the concrete. Damon smirked, he got some speed off one set of ropes, and vaulted the other set, launching himself in a suicide dive out onto the ladder, driving it further into Vebbins, who shrieked in pain and flailed in the tangle of metal and flesh. Damon worked on getting to his feet and untangling Azurine from the ladder to try and get it back in the ring. As he started lifting it, Azurine managed to dig deep and grabbed onto it, using it to pull herself to her feet, even if just standing hurt. She and Damon proceeded to fight over the ladder again on the outside while Tren and Cass were back on their feet on the inside of the ring. Cass had untangled Tren from the second ladder and was setting it up but that allowed him to get to his feet and keep her from getting too high up. The two exchanged shots with Tren clearly having the strength advantage but Cass managed to deliver a kick to the knee so hard, the sheer force made Tren buckle off balance. Cass then, impressively, ran under the large ladder, hit the ropes, and came back under the ladder again right at Tren, looking like she was gonna go for the Bleeding Edge and YES!!!! NAILED IT!!! Tren hit the mat, rolling out onto the apron and sat up, shaking the cobwebs again as Cass used the ladder to pull herself to her feet. She saw the opportunity and hit the ropes again as Tren got to his feet, diving through the ropes to hit FLY BY NIGHT!!!! Both Tren and Cass went flying out to the floor!! Tren cushioned Cass’ fall as he slammed into the ladder Damon and Azurine are holding. Tren’s head visibly hit the side bar of the ladder and he went still while the others writhed on the floor. However, Cass ate the least of the impact and, holding her midsection, crawled back into the ring, willing herself over to and up the ladder under the briefcase. Cass reached the top and Chicago, Illinois went insane as Cass Baumer pulled the briefcase down.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner and number one contender to the Silver Mountain Championship! THE HEADLINER...CASS...BAUMER!!!!

Matt Salvatore: Now that’s a goddamn ladder match, Nick!!

Nick Hanson: And we got a new contender for the Silver Mountain Championship, Matt! Cass Baumer! The Headliner!! She’ll face Jasmine Matthews at Cruel Summer on August 18th!

Matt Salvatore: I already can’t wait!

Nick Hanson: None of us can! Folks, we thank you for joining us tonight! For Matt Salvatore, I’m Nick Hanson! We’ll see you next week, ladies and gentlemen!