NFW Collision #81 - Chicago, Illinois! 06/30/2020!

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We are live in Chicago, Illinois at the Collision Center for Episode #81 of Tuesday Night Collision!

Matt Salvatore: Should be a nice and easy flow today, Nick. Not a lot of bad blood coming into the ring tonight. We do have Christina Olson and Kamila Rose facing off but everything else should be smooth sailing!

Nick Hanson: Well then, without further adieu, let’s get the show underway, folks! This is NFW Collision and it starts NOW!

Matt Salvatore: Hell yeah!
Roger Arden: The following contest is a one one match, scheduled for one fall!

"Lucifer's Angel" hits and Lluvia comes out to the stage in her gear. She does a little shimmy then seductively sways her hips as she does a slow 360, showing off her body as she does so. Lluvia then heads down to the ring and slides in under the 3rd rope, doing another little sashay once she stands up. She holds a smirk on her face as she waits for things to get going.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Laredo, Texas...LLUVIA CANE !

Crown by Kelly Rowland gears up and Teresa emerges from behind the curtain after she poses in the entranceway. She makes her way down the ramps fluffing her big curly hair. She slaps hands with the fans before she finally get inside the ring. Making her to the closest corner and standing on top. Pointing to the fans with a big smile on her face. She gets down and goes to the middle of the ring fluffing her hair. Before she goes to the corner and waits for the official to start the match.

Roger Arden: And her opponent, from Atlanta Georgia… TERESA DUKE!

~DING DING DING~

As soon as the bell rings, Cane charges her larger opponent and delivers a dropkick that staggers her slightly. She follows with a dropsault, pops up, hits the ropes and hits a basement dropkick to the knee followed by a single leg dropkick to the side of the head and a quick cover, only getting a 1 count. Duke is right back and catches Cane as she attempts a springboard moonsault. Duke raises her up to slam her down, but she wriggles free and brings her down with a reverse DDT. Cane covers again, but still only gets the 1 count. She follows up with a tornado DDT, then a sliding big boot to the side of the head. A third cover, and a third kick out at 1. Cane turns to the ref in shock as Duke won’t even stay down for a 2 count. Cane delivers a single knee facebreaker as Duke gets up, staggering her and allowing her to hit a big jumping cutter and go up to the top rope. Cane comes flying off with Truth and Grief, crashing down right onto Teresa Duke. She makes the cover

ONE…

TWO…

THR- KICK OUT

Cane looked to the ref in shock again, then looked to lock in the Torch of Blame, but Duke caught her, brought the much smaller woman up into the air and drove her down into the mat with a spinebuster. Terese took a bit to catch her breath and shake the cobwebs, but as soon as Cane got to her feet, Terese took her right back down with a massive pounce, sending her into the corner. Duke stays on the offensive, hitting a running back senton, then she pops up into the corner, jumps up to the middle rope and delivers a big splash right onto Cane. As Cane clutches her ribs, Terese goes up to the top rope and comes flying off going Over The Edge. Lluvia Cane rolls out of the way just in time and Teresa crashes down hard. Cane rolls to the apron and climbs up the ropes, looking for her own high risk move, she flies off with Your Horizon, only to get Tereasa’s knees into her stomach, followed up immediately by the Candy Wrapper. Teresa quickly hooks both legs and covers Cane

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: The winner of the match as a result of a Pin fall… TERESA DUKE!

Nick Hanson: Teresa Duke with a very impressive win here tonight and we saw why those are called high risk moves. Three times someone went up to the top rope, one time they connected with their move.

Matt Salvatore: Yea, if I wanted to talk numbers I would go see my accountant. This was about power winning out over speed. Terese Duke had the size, the strength and she utilized that and is walking out with a big win.

Teresa hugs the ref after he raises her hand, then high fives the camera men, and the time keeper as she celebrates her win.


We cut backstage to the Kingdom locker room where we see all the members of the Kingdom standing around with Lilith walking in and smiling at each of them as it looks like they’re getting ready to leave the locker room for some reason.

Morgan Payne: Tink, you comin wif us to catering to grab somethin to eat?

Lilith Meadows: Nah, y’all go on ahead. I ain’t really all that hungry right now.

Moe Renhaum: You sure, Tinkerlily?

Lilith nods her head and smiles before kissing Moe on the cheek and backing off and taking a seat in a chair that’s in the middle of the room.

Lilith Meadows: Yeah, I’ll be fine. I gotta go to the trainer anyways and see if I’m gonna be cleared to wrestle anyway. I’ll catch up with y’all later.

The rest of the girls nod and they all head out of the locker room. As soon as they do, and the door shuts behind them, the lights go out and we hear Lilith squeal in fear and panic. As the lights come back on, we see Maiko standing in the locker room with a wicked grin on her face and a kendo stick in hand. We see her behind Lilith who’s sitting there and Maiko brings up the weapon and swings it at the head of Lilith and it connects with a loud crack, but we focus on Maiko’s face as she cocks her head to the side and has a look of confusion on her face as the camera pans down and we see the head of a mannequin roll down to the feet of Maiko.

As the camera pans back up, and we see Lilith standing behind Maiko this time and she is wielding a steel chair. She lifts the chair up and swings as hard as she can, cracking Maiko across the back of the head with it and Maiko drops down to the floor. Lilith gives a few more cracks to the head of Maiko as she lays there motionless as she walks over and pulls a bundle of rope out of her bag and begins to tie Maiko up.
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, weighing 205lbs from Calabasas, California….

Lash Donohue, adorned in his usual furry hat and coat, strides down the ramp confidently, his arms stretched out, slapping the hands which reach out. The fans get a lot more enthusiastic as Lash leaps up onto the barricade and shows off his agility by casually making his way down it.

Roger Arden: He is...DIAMOND...LASH...DONOHUUUUUUUUUE!!!!

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.

Roger Arden: His opponent, already in the ring...weighing 118lbs...from Honolulu, Hawaii. AKANE….SUZUKI!!!!!

~DING DING DING~

Lash and Akane tap knuckles before the match starts in a brief show of respect. Akane’s first plan is to put her speed to use, but she discovers in a hurry that Lash is no stranger to keeping in motion… and keeping up with her. Suzuki immediately targets the leg of Donohue to try and slow him down, hitting him with a few kicks but taking some chops and forearms in response from her larger opponent. She ducks one blow in particular and snatches Lash, taking him over with a Japanese armdrag. She keeps hold of the arm, changing focus and dropping her leg across it. Lash winces, but gets free before Suzuki can twist his wing into something painful. He shakes it out, almost forgetting to duck a kick from Akane, getting under her and hoisting her up for a powerbomb! Akane rears back, trying to turn it into a hurricanrana but Donohue holds on, forcing Akane down and turning it into a giant swing! Akane twists loose after a couple revolutions, just dizzy enough to miss an attack on Lash’s leg, where she originally started. Lash wraps her into an abdominal stretch, grinding his elbow into Suzuki’s ribs as he does so, forcing the submission specialist to down a taste of her own medicine…

Attempting to turn the move into a lumbar check, Lash loses his grip on the slippery Akane, who evades the harsh landing. A neckbreaker follows, as does a sliding dropkick to the side of Lash’s head, leading to a quick pin attempt-

ONE…

TWO…

-though Donohue has plenty of energy to kick out with. Akane smartly goes back to the leg, using a classic spinning toe hold and wrenching hard on the ankle. Lash shoves her away with his free leg, but Suzuki holds on as she falls back, clamping on a knee bar. Donohue is able to lean up and grab hold of Akane’s arm, but she responds by wrenching harder on that knee. It takes Donohue swinging his other leg over, booting his opponent in the head haphazardly, to get her to release him.

From there, Donohue tries to get some feeling back in his leg, but is still able to keep out of Akane’s grip. A Japanese arm drag of his own flips her over and he catches her again when she bounds back to her feet, hitting a double-underhook backbreaker through her momentum. It is not as accurate as he would like owing to the knee, but it is enough to damage Suzuki, whom he attempts a lateral press upon.

ONE…

TWO…

Akane throws the shoulder up and Lash stays on her, hoping for the adrenaline to dull the pain in his leg. He whips Akane into the corner hard, going for a triangle dropkick and connecting. Suzuki seems out, but a charging kick from Lash allows her to think fast, getting Donohue hung up on the ropes and kicking them to throw more pressure and impact against his leg. It is enough to stagger him, allowing Suzuki to take him over with a snap suplex, floating over into a pin…

ONE…

TWO…

TH-SHOULDER UP!

-but Lash isn’t about to give up that easily. An arm trap neckbreaker considerably slows Akane, though she keeps trying to get at his leg regardless. One charge ends with a particularly vicious knee catching her in the temple. From there, Lash ducks a wild swing and connects with the LashTO, taking Suzuki down and covering her with the far leg hooked.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

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

Matt Salvatore: Lash is starting to show a little more of that ol’hardass side! I like it!

Nick Hanson: A second straight victory! He keeps this up, he’ll likely get noticed for a title picture!

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, and instead of the music and more lights, the screen lights up with the face of Minoru Tanahashi, his grey skull mask resting on top of his head as he smiles.

Minoru Tanahashi: Hello NFW faithful. I know some of you are still upset about the match a little bit ago, but I have a very good excuse. She offered me a lot of money.

He gives a cheeky grin to the camera and laughs a bit.

Minoru Tanahashi: That’s history though, right now no doubt your girlfriend or sister is asking where the Miraculous Minoru is. Hopefully, you know that I am back in Japan competing in a tournament over the next week or so. If you’re watching this on Tuesday, we should have finished night 3 this morning, and night 4 will be on sometime very early in the morning for you on Wednesday. So finish watching Collision, go straight to bed and then wake up and watch. Although I’m in block A and wrestling on the odd-numbered nights, but maybe they’ll be smart and have me representing Block A in the night 4 main event. No matter what, watch the tournament, watch Collision and expect me back on July 14th with a beautiful trophy and a title wrapped around my amazing waist.

The video ended with him tossing on a leather jacket and heading off as it faded out.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first! Weighing in at 115lbs! From Halo Acres, Phloriphornia...The Adorkable Angel...AZURINE...VEBBINS!!

As "Radio Gaga" by Queen prominently plays throughout the arena, "The Adorkable Angel" Azurine Vebbins pirouettes onto the entrance ramp. A solitary spotlight provides an ethereal glow as she begins to descend down the ramp like an automaton practicing aerobics. She performs various other dance steps while making her way to the eastern ring apron. Along the way, she waves, high-fives and hugs certain chanters she comes into contact with. When a chanter puckers up for a kiss, she points to her halo (neck collar). Upon entering the eastern ring apron, she glides between the bottom and middle ropes before awaiting referee instruction and her next opponent.

The lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness as those opening beat to "Heart Of A Champion" bumps through the speakers. As soon as the guitar riff starts, the video wall comes to life with the BEHOLD THE KINGDOM banner while the back wall screen comes to life with a combined static and barbwire design.


As the lyrics to the song start, the video wall switches to images of a woman in a hooded sweatshirt, sitting in a chair with a barbwire baseball bat being held vertical under one hand, in between her knees. Her hand spins the bat like a top as the camera cuts around to different angles of her in the black and white video. The final clip shows a closeup of her lifting her cold, merciless eyes to the camera before the Kingdom banner fills the screen again.


As “I'm crossing out names” is heard, a black silhouette walks out into view in front of the staticy barbwire image on the back wall. The silhouette turns towards the camera from the distance and steps out onto the stage, wielding the same bat seen in the video. The figure twirls the bat lazily once at their side before resting it over their shoulder. The lighting changes just enough to illuminate the figure, revealing none other than Morgan Payne! She stares down the ramp with coldness in her heterochromic eyes, briefly glancing around at the audience.

Roger Arden: Her opponent, from Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania. Representing The Kingdom, weighing in at 130lbs! MORGAN...PAYNE!!




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




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

~DING DING DING~

Morgan and Azurine square up out of their corners. Azurine looks ready to go but a little concerned for her opponent’s condition; Morgan Payne’s wrestling in her secondary gear tonight of boots, BDU pants and a tank top with hand wraps. She’s also got bandaging and gauze around parts of her arms and her face looks like the girl went 12 rounds with Manny Pacquiao. Still, the two stepped in to lock up. Azurine looked like she had an advantage with Morgan’s weakened condition, pushing her back towards the corner but Morgan showed she still had her strength and shoved Azurine back out of the tieup. Azurine stepped back up to Morgan and Morgan gave her a hard slap-shove back - palms slapping into her chest as she pushed. Azurine got a little fired up and came back with a palm strike. Morgan fired back with a brutal right fist. Azurine came back with an elbow smash. Morgan threw back a forearm shot but Azurine blocked it and started firing off with shot after shot, rocking Morgan. Azurine came off the ropes then, going for a jumping clothesline but Morgan caught her out of the air, bringing her down with an armdrag and went for an armbar but Azurine was able to escape the attempt and slid out of the ring. Sativa Nevaeh immediately, being nearby, backed off to give her space, hands up. ‘It’s cool.’ While it wasn’t her intention, it distracted Azurine long enough for Morgan to get to her feet and come in with a Suicide Dive, slamming into Azurine so they crashed into the barricade.

Azurine grabbed Morgan by the neck with both arms and drug her down with a bulldog that rocked Payne. Azurine followed up quickly displaying her chain wrestling prowess with a snap suplex! Morgan writhed around on the ground for a moment, as Azurine scurried back into the ring as not to risk the twenty count. Sativa trailed over to check on Morgan, and cheer her on but was careful to keep her distance so as not to get Morgan disqualified. Morgan was back on her feet by ten, and in the ring slowly but surely by twelve. Azurine actually let Morgan get to her feet, shook her head and squared up again. Unfortunately this costs her because Morgan charged her and brought her down with a Thesz Press. Morgan rained those stiff strikes of hers down on Azurine, who just kind of covered up and took it. Morgan gingerly pulled herself to her feet, when the Ref admonished her for the strikes and holding Azurine down like that. After a moment, when Azurine isn’t quick enough to recover, Morgan locked in that armbar she had been looking for earlier in the match. Fortunately for Azurine, she was still near enough the ropes when she was taken down. So it was only short work to pull her way over and grasp the bottom one. Morgan waits out nearly the entire five count before letting go, but it’s clear that keeping the hold on the struggling Azurine was taking something out of her too. Morgan got to her feet and pulled Azurine up to her feet. The Adorkable Angel sprung to life, hitting a stiff forearm to the jaw. Morgan grabbed her jaw and came back with a forearm of her own.

Azurine ducked the next strike and sent Morgan into the ropes, only to hip toss Morgan across the ring with all that momentum. Morgan started slowly getting to her feet then, through the pain of her injuries. Azurine grabbed at her to pull her up and Morgan threw off her hands, cocking back for a backhanded chop. Azurine quickly ducked down and stepped forward, expecting Morgan to swing and go past her but Morgan only feigned the chop and Azurine ducking played right into her plan. She grabbed the redhead by her hair, violently driving her knee up into her face to deliver F.Y.F (F*ck Your Face!) Azurine staggered on her feet, and Morgan went to throw her foot in the setup to the Art of Ruin. Azurine caught her foot and spun Morgan around, shoving her into the ropes. Morgan’s chest hit and she bounced off, grimacing in pain just before Azurine saw the opening. Catching her in a Full Nelson hold, Azurine went for a Dragon Suplex but transitioned it into a double handed jawbreaker - PEARLY GATEKEEPER! Morgan bounces back dramatically, landing hard on the mat as Azurine hurries and folds her up into a small cradle to get the cover and the 1, 2, 3!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, AZURINE...VEBBINS!!

Nick Hanson: Great match and great victory for Azzy Vebbins!

Matt Salvatore: They call her the Adorkable Angel, Nick, but don’t let that fool you--

Nick Hanson: Hey wait a minute! Sativa!

As Vebbins’ music continued, Sativa Nevaeh slid into the ring behind her with a chair, WHALLOPING her across the back!! The crowd boo’ed as Sativa stood over the match victor and dropped the chair to the mat beside her, looking over to check on Morgan as she was getting to her feet in the corner. Morgan looked at Sativa, silently, then down at Azurine. She looked a little confused at first, shrugging at Sativa, as if to ask what she was doing. She motioned for Sativa to back off before helping Azurine to her feet, appearing to apologize to her opponent for what her girlfriend did. She looked Azurine in the face, appearing to explain it as a misunderstanding. That’s when something cold came over Morgan’s expression and just as Vebbins seemed to realize the apology was all a ruse, Morgan stepped back suddenly and spun into a discus lariat, flooring the woman to the mat!

Nick Hanson: My GOD!!! What the HELL are Morgan and Sativa doing?!

Matt Salvatore: Ya got me, Nick!

Morgan got to her feet again, grinning now at Sativa who returned the expression. Finally, Morgan looked down at Azurine and gave Sativa a motion with her arms, curling inward and let out a whistle through her teeth. The two girls fist bumped and Sativa scaled the turnbuckle as Morgan lifted Azurine up into a Vertebreaker hold over the steel chair. From the turnbuckle, Sativa dove off, delivering a double foot stomp to Azurine as Morgan drilled her with the vertebreaker onto the steel chair.

Nick Hanson: GOOD GOD!!!!

Matt Salvatore: HOLY SHIT!!!

Both women got back to their feet and Sativa called for a microphone, slapping it with a loud “thump thump thump” to make sure it was on and get everyone’s attention.

Sativa Nevaeh: Hey hey now. I told y’all last week, didn’t I? I was gonna take things back to my roots.

She grins wickedly, looking at Morgan then to the fans.

Sativa Nevaeh: Probably thought I meant back to the hardcore, extreme element, right? Yeah, no. Think further back to when I got my start in this business and it’ll all become real fucking clear.

She walks right up into the camera, slowly, getting up in the lens with Morgan scowling coldly at the viewers from behind.

Sativa Nevaeh: Motherfuckers wanna talk about dominant tag teams? Well now that I’m relieved of the Heavyweight Championship. It’s time for two bitches who got their starts, separately, in the tag team scene, to come together and show y’all what true domination really is. All y’all here. All y’all watching at home. All you fucking tag teams watching from the back wondering what the fuck is going on: we give you...The Regulators! Mount. Up!

Stepping back, Sativa tosses the microphone over the ropes as Warren G and Nate Dogg’s “Regulate” starts up. She exchanges a quick kiss with Morgan before the two leave the ring, heading up the ramp.

Matt Salvatore: The Regulators?

Nick Hanson: My god! Sativa Nevaeh and Morgan Payne are entering the tag team scene?! We’re gonna have to keep a close eye on these two!

Matt Salvatore: For sure! Sativa got her start in a tag team! Morgan debuted as one of the Iron Maidens alongside Marissa Viskan! These two together, working as a team? Wow!

Fade out.
EDM is playing loud. Lights are strobing. People are dancing. The club would normally be packed but with everything going on in the world right now, they’ve had to max at quarter capacity, but that doesn’t stop Jansen Myrrh from having a night out on the town. She’s taken a few weeks to unwind, relax and get right with herself.

She’s with another woman, a blonde and they are dancing on the floor, as everyone keeps their distance and Jansen looks like she’s having a blast with a smile on her face and a drink in her hand.

The song ends and another starts and Jansen and her friend walk over to the bar. Jansen tosses her cup and orders another drink. She turns to her friend, “I’m glad I came home. It’s been so long since I’ve been here.”

The blonde smirks at her, “That’s because you’re out there on TV being a dick. I don’t know why you have to be so mean to everyone. It’s definitely not the Jansen that I knew back in school.”

The drinks are slid over to the two as they continue to talk. The bartender walks off to tend to someone else as a couple of dudes walk over. Jansen was about to respond to her friend’s statement when they are suddenly flanked on either side by these guys.

“Ladies…” says the one closest to Jansen. “Having fun?”

“We were…” says Jansen, who is obviously annoyed at their appearance.

“Now, don’t be like that. We just wanted to keep you ladies company,” says the first guy. The second shakes his head, “We may want to move along. Don’t you know who this is? It’s Ms. Myrrhder herself, Jansen Myrrh. She is a professional wrestler.”

It’s not uncommon that Jansen is recognized, but she’s actually been left pretty much alone since she arrived home a couple of weeks ago. She’s given out a couple of autographs here and there but it hasn’t been anything too crazy. She’s rather enjoyed the peace and quiet.

The first guy turns to her, “Is this correct? Are you some sort of superstar pro wrestler?”

Jansen looks to go after the guy, but her friend stops her, “Let’s not cause a scene here, Jansen.” What isn’t seen is that one of the guys is slipping something into both of the drinks behind them. What he doesn’t see is that Jansen can see what he’s doing out of the corner of her eye.

Jansen smirks at her friends, “Listen, Tanya, you act as if I go around causing scenes. Is that how you remember me? Really?” She turns to the other guy, “I’m that wrestler. Think you can go a couple of rounds with me?”

This surprises the man who looks at her like she’s crazy. “You know I’m like twice your size, right?”

“And yet, here I am. Saying I can beat your ass.”

The second guy nods his head to the first, letting him know that he accomplished his mission. The first guy grins, “Okay. Let’s make this interesting. If I win, the four of us go back to my place and we get to do whatever we want…”

Tanya leans over, “Jansen. Don’t.” Tanya reaches for her drink, but Jansen places a hand on her wrist, “Just wait one second before you do that.” The drink goes back onto the bar. She turns to the guy, “If I win, then you will drink these drinks that we had made for us. The ones you spiked just now.”

The bartender has overheard this conversation, “Did you drug these drinks?” He motions to the bouncers.

Jansen holds up her hand, “I’ll handle this. Just give me a few minutes.” The bouncers stand back a moment.

Jansen is made up for a night on the town. Makeup, dress, heels. She is not dressed for a fight but that doesn’t stop her from squaring up with this man twice her size. Tanya once again tries to dissuade her from doing this, “Jansen…”

“I’ve got this.”

Jansen smirks at the guy, “Go ahead. Man enough to hit a lady? Or are you a pussy?”


The man smirks back at her, “Fine with me…”

He takes a swing, which Jansen avoids and brings her foot up and just smashes it up into his groin. The guy’s eyes roll back as he brings his knees together and slowly drops down onto them, “Fuck…”

Jansen takes one of the drinks and grabs the guy by the hair and forces his head back and as his mouth opens, still in pain from the kick, she pours the liquid into his mouth. She turns to the other guy, who is much smaller. “You’re next.” As she moves in on him, he quickly starts to backpedal, but the two bouncers are standing right there.

Jansen picks up the second drink and offers it up, “Drink.”

The guy takes the drink and looks around as if trying to find some way to escape, but realizes he can’t. He finally drinks down the drink.

The bartender waves them off, “Get them out of here.”

Jansen holds up her hand, “I have a better idea…”

Outside the bar, we see the door open and some clothing is tossed out onto the pavement. Then the guys are both tossed out without their clothing and they land hard. Because of the drug, they just lie there as the sound of police sirens are heard in the distance.

Jansen and Tanya step out of the club and step over the two bodies on the ground, “Enjoy jail, freaks,” says Jansen. Tanya chuckles, "We need to go out more often, Jansen."


"Yes," says Jansen, "Yes, we do." As she and her friend walk off out of sight.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

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.

Roger Arden: His opponent! From Denver, Colorado! Weighing in at 121 pounds. She is...VAIN...VANITA...THOMPSON!!

"Exs and Ohs" hits the PA and Vanita walks out and heads right for the ring. She doesn't high five to fans, but she does smile and wave to them. She slides into the ring, head moving with the heavy music in the background. She gets in the middle of the ring ,takes a bow and then focuses toward the stage, looking at her next opponent.

~DING DING DING~

Vanita and Edgar are in the ring and the two of them circle around each other before Edgar makes the first move and takes Vanita down with a double leg takedown and then gets into the mount and begins to throw MMA style punches down at the head of Vanita who is doing her best to cover up. Edgar then rolls off of Vanita and picks her up and sends her into the ropes. Vanita comes off the ropes and as she does, Edgar takes her down with a crossbody before delivering a few well placed forearm shots to the head of Vanita. Edgar gets up and as soon as Vanita gets up to a knee, he delivers a running knee that drops her once again and this time, he hooks the leg and Vanita kicks out at two. Edgar this time, takes Vanita and locks her into a triangle choke. Vanita fights in the hold and refuses to give up. She finally finds leverage and gets her body weight on top of Edgar and pins his shoulders down to the mat. Edgar has to release the hold at two or else he would have been pinned.

Edgar gets up to his feet as Vanita rolls out of the ring, just to try and catch her breath. Edgar takes this opportunity to dive over the top rope and deliver a suicide dive onto Vanita and drive her down to the floor. He picks her up and rolls her back into the ring before sliding back in himself and picking Vanita up to her feet. He puts her in a hammerlock and then goes for a lariat, but Vanita ducks under it and delivers a roundhouse kick that connects to the side of Edgar’s head and staggers him. Vanita then hits the ropes and delivers a spear that takes Edgar down to the mat. Vanita gets up and has a wicked look on her face as she stalks her opponent. Edgar gets up to his feet only to be met with belly to back suplex. She then picks him up and next, she delivers The Vain Mirror and hooks the leg, but Edgar kicks out just before the three count. Vanita glares at the referee, but doesn’t argue. She just stands up and goads Edgar to get back up to his feet. Edgar finally does and when he does, Vanita delivers The Vain Shot and hooks the leg on Edgar again and this time is able to pick up the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, Vanita Thompson!

Matt Salvatore: Another win for Vanita here tonight, she’s been on decent roll lately.

Nick Hanson: The rest of the Collision roster better be paying attention, Vanita is rising up the ranks here.

The girls are all talking amongst themselves as they come back to the locker room that is marked “The Kingdom”. As they walk in, Lilith is sitting there in the middle of the floor, rocking back and forth, laughing maniacally. She looks up and notices the girls and just continues to laugh before she points up to the ceiling of the locker room. The camera pans up and we see Maiko tied up and restrained to the ceiling with a devil’s trap marked around the ceiling and her.

Lilith Meadows: The Demon thought they could attack her again. I sensed the foul beast and took over just in time. Now we have the little demon trapped like a rat and she couldn’t touch us! Trapped, trapped like a rat. Now we swing with a baseball bat!

Lilith continues to laugh as the girls look down at her with a bit of concern on their faces. All except Jasmine who stares down at the little blondes she loves so dearly and a deep resonating growl echoes from deep in her throat. A warning. Lilith just looks up at Jasmine and continues to laugh away as the camera fades away on that image.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

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

“Shatter Me!”

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

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

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

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

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

Roger Arden: Her opponent! From Asheville, North Carolina! Representing the Kingdom! The Firestarter...CHRISTINA...OLSON!!!!!

“Firestarter” by Gene Simmons begins to play as red light fills the arena. The camera pans around during the instrumental opening. When the screaming of “Fire” is heard, the camera pans up to the top of the ramp where Christina is seen with her head down and Lilith is standing behind her. The full lyrics kick in and Christina pops off the hood of her ring jacket and lets out a primal scream. She walks down the ramp, ignoring the fans around her. She hops up to the ring apron by the time the second “Fire” can be heard being screamed and she slingshots herself into the ring and lands in the center. She taunts the fans a little, raising a hand before climbing to the top rope by the time the third “Fire” is heard and rips off her jacket, raising the devil horns up in the air before jumping down and waiting.

~DING DING DING~

Christina charges right at Kamila as soon as the bell sounds and she takes the woman down to the mat and just starts raining down forearm shots. Kamila though is able to turn it around and now she’s on top of Christina and now she’s giving Christina some forearms of her own. The two of them finally separate and once their back up to their feet, Christina looks at Kamila and just flips her the double birds and laughs. As Kamila comes charging after her, Christina drops and rolls out to the floor and laughs. She paces the floor before Kamila comes out to the floor and she chases after Christina who runs around the ring and slides back in. As Kamila slides back in, Christina is there to stomp away at the woman. Christina then picks Kamila up and sends her into the ropes. Kamila comes off the ropes and Christina takes Kamila down with a leg lariat. Christina doesn’t stop there though as she winks at the camera and picks Kamila up and delivers an implant DDT. She then hooks the leg, but Kamila kicks out at two. Christina glares at the ref, but then picks Kamila up and sends her into the corner. Christina charges in and delivers a corner splash before taking her boot and planting it under the chin of Kamila and begins to choke her. The ref makes their count and Christina breaks at four and just laughs as she struts around the ring as the crowd boos her and she soaks it all in. As this is going on, the expression on Kamila changes and she comes out of the corner and turns Christina around and delivers a series of forearms to her before delivering a Northern Lights Suplex.

Kamila then drags Christina over to the ropes and drapes her throat over the bottom rope and plants a foot on the back of her head and returns the favor of choking her opponent. She breaks at the count of four and grabs Christina by the hair and pulls her in close and whispers something to her before picking the woman up and onto her shoulders and delivering a buckle bomb. Christina stumbles out of the corner and right into an Exploder suplex by Kamila who then hooks the leg, but Christina kicks out at two. Kamila laughs as she gets back up to her feet and as soon as Christina does, she picks Christina up to her shoulders again and this time delivers a gut buster to Christina before picking her up and locking in The Rose’s Thorn! Christina fights and struggles, but when it looks like she’s about to tap out, the lights go out in the arena. When the lights come back on, we see Lilith Meadows standing on the ramp and Kamila down and out on the mat with Christina on top of her. The ref drops down and counts the three as we see Lilith standing there laughing and a look of confusion on the face of Christina, then she smiles as she sees Lilith standing there and motions for her to come into the ring to celebrate. Lilith wags her finger at her partner and just laughs as the lights go out once again and this time, Lilith is gone and even more confusion on the face of Christina at this display.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, Christina Olson!

Matt Salvatore: It had to have been Lilith who took Kamila down when the lights were out.

Nick Hanson: But we’ve never seen Lilith just leave her partner in the ring like that after a win. And after what we saw earlier, is this even Lilith right now?

Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your main event!

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 the hood of a sleeveless sweatshirt up and over his head. Dropping unleashes his mop of unruly black hair and shows his too-bright eyes staring out from beneath them.

Roger Arden: Introducing first...from Lacombe, Louisiana! Weighing in at 213 pounds! He is The Black Ronin...DAMON...CROSS!!!

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

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

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

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: "His opponent! 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.

~DING DING DING~

Damon and Darius start the match with a lock up. Darius moves into a waist lock then transitions into a headlock. Damon takes Darius by the sides and lifts him for a backdrop but Darius shifts in midair and comes down in a crossbody driving Damon into the mat. Damon shoves Darius off and Darius lands on his feet. He swings a kick for Damon's head but Damon ducks, takes Darius by the other leg and takes him down with a beautiful dragonwhip. Darius hits the mat and pops back up, only for Damon to drive him back into the mat with an arm drag.

Darius pops back up and Damon jumps into a dropkick that Crowley is able to slap aside. Cross lands on his stomach and Darius takes his foot, lifts and drives his knee hard into the mat. Darius plants his foot into the groove of the knee and lifts the leg again before once again driving his knee into the mat. Crowley measures Damon until Damon gets to a knee he turns and hits the ropes. Darius comes off the ropes with an enziguri driving a knee into Damon's face and sending him to the mat. Crowley drops into the cover and gets a two count before Damon kicks out.

Darius gets to his feet and pulls Damon up by the hair. He whips him into the corner and comes in with a running shoulder tackle. In the corner Darius lands three hard uppercuts staggering Damon. Crowley leaves the corner and makes his way across the ring then turns and sprints back into the corner but Damon moves at the last minute leaving him to crash full speed into the corner. Darius staggers out of the corner and Damon grabs him from behind, driving him back into the top turnbuckle with a vicious German suplex that folds Darius up like an accordion.

Damon hits the ropes and hits the Springboard Swanton and hooks the leg for the three count and the win.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! DAMON...CROSS!!!

Nick Hanson: Wow, folks! Wow! What a main event! Amazing!

Matt Salvatore: Damon Cross, everybody. He is undefeated in singles competition here in NFW! Still only a few matches under his belt here but at this rate, the guy’s got a future in this company!

Nick Hanson: That he does, Matt! Well folks, we thank you for joining us but that’s all the time we have tonight! For Matt Salvatore, I’m Nick Hanson. So long and good night, everyone!