NFW Collision #83 - Chicago, IL! 07/28/2020!

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NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!

Nick Hanson: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to NFW’s longest running broadcast, Collision! We are live at the Collision Center with Episode 83 and things are certainly heating up as we get closer and closer to Cruel Summer!

Matt Salvatore: You bet your ass, Nick, and it’s gonna get hot as hell when we reach that destination!

Nick Hanson: We’re gonna find out two number one contenders today, folks. We’ll know the challengers to the Tag Team Titles AND the World Heavyweight Championship!

Matt Salvatore: We’ll also find out the final entry to the NFW Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament for this year!

Nick Hanson: Right we will partner! Let’s not waste time folks! We’ve got four singles matches for you tonight! The winner of each of those will meet in a Fatal Fourway at the Main Event tonight to determine the number one contender to the World Heavyweight Title! We’re gonna kick those off here shortly, then we’ve got the tag team tournament finals! SACTAP versus The Queen’s Guard.

Matt Salvatore: I fucking hate that name.

Nick Hanson: I thought you were Team Kingdom?

Matt Salvatore: I mean SACTAP!!

Nick Hanson: I know. I gotta mess with you though. On that note, ladies and gentlemen, let’s get things underway. This is NFW Collision!
The show cuts to outside, where the production trucks are all parked for the night outside the Collision Center in Chicago. Sitting on a skateboard next to the wheel of one of the trucks is Heidi. She has black backwards baseball cap on, with sunglasses, torn up jeans and a black tank top. She is staring off across the parking lot as the camera gets closer to her.

Heidi: Last Collision I came back and I took Teresa Duke out. Shit, I knocked her ass down so hard that she hasn't even gotten the nerve to get mad at me about it. Maybe she is smart and realized she doesn't want to fuck with me.

Heidi turns her head as she stands up, kicking her skateboard and grabbing it in her as she slowly walks towards the building with a smirk on her face.

Heidi: Why did I do it though? Why Teresa? Why not Teresa is a better question. She is the epittome of what I hate in this business. Big smile, bouncing around and being as blah as humanly possible. So I saw her out there and realized I may as well make my return at her expense. Teresa doesn't matter to me and I justed used her face to get me to where I wanted to be which is back on Collision. So here I am! Heidi is back for better or for worse. I'm not going to try to be friends or be teams with anyone either. Fuck that. I am just going to be me and do what I want. I don't have anything to prove to anyone anymore. I don't need friends or allies or anything stupid like that.

She stops as she is approaching the building, look up at it for a while and appreciating the fact that it has been awhile since she has competed inside. It was a strange feeling but she felt like a new person since last time she was there. Heidi chuckled a bit to herself.

Heidi: So what did the brains behind NFW line-up for my big return? A big exciting match to prove what I can do? Nope... They gave me some chick named Laya Aishe. Who is that? Well she is an Egyptian Dream and a fortune teller... What in the actual fuck NFW? Give me a wrestler and not some bitch who identifies as a fortune teller more thant she does a wrestler. This is the shit that makes me sick. They are going to get Layla hurt because they are going to piss me off. I take no blame for what I do to her. If her nose is broke and her teeth are scattered on the mat then it is the staff's fault, not mine. If her face turns purple because I choke her out until she is lifeless on the mat... Not my fault either. This is 100% on the people making this shows.

Heidi pulls her sunglasses up on to her hat as she gets up to the door, the camera turning a bit to follow her movement. She lifts her skateboard up, putting it on her shoulder with a raise of her eyebrow as she spoke.

Heidi: And when I beat her I get to move on to the main event. I get to pull double duty on my return! I like that. I get to show that there is no ring rust and that I'm as good now as I have ever been. Who knows, maybe I will end up walking out of my return show with a World Championship match too. I have been known to surprise people before because they always seem to underestimate me. They always overlook me... And they pay for it. Everyone is going to pay for it. By the end of the night everyone will be remembering why people used to say Hail Heidi when I stepped into the ring.

Heidi finally pushed the door open, the brightness from the outside making the inside look black as she vanished into the darkness. The camera adjusted to the light and showed Heidi heading towards her locker room, ready to step back into battle in NFW once again.
Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, this is your opening contest and it is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first…

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

Roger Arden: Weighing in at 120lbs. The Egyptian Dream, LAYLA...AISHE!!!!

The lights go down and "Dear Enemy" starts to play as purple and blue lights start to strobe. Smoke fills up the entrance before a white spot shines down where Heidi is suddenly standing with her back to the ring. She looks over her shoulder with a smirk before spinning around and walking down towards the ring. Heidi stares straight down the at the ring focused before running the last bit and sliding into the ring on her stomach. She lays for a second before jumping up to her feet and holding her arms up in the middle of the ring. Heidi then goes to the corner, crouching down and waiting for the start of the match.

Roger Arden: Her opponent...from Helena, Montana! Weighing in at 114lbs! Firecracker, HEIDI!!!!

~DING DING DING~

The match begins, and Layla sprints forward, looking to catch Heidi off guard with an immediate attempt at IN THE STARS! Heidi has it scouted, however, pushing Layla back, which causes the fortune teller to stumble, dropping to a knee before Heidi steps forward with a brutal BLACK MOON! She smirks, rolling Layla up, but Aishe kicks out at two, dazed by the force of the strike. Heidi drags the Middle Eastern woman up to her feet, and launches her at the ropes, catching her raven haired opponent with a Slingblade before kipping up to her feet. The Firecracker spins, facing her opponent, who is on wobbly legs, before letting out a cry and a boot to the stomach to hook Layla before delivering BANISHMENT! Heidi rolls Layla up a second time, and this time the fortune teller just doesn’t have the gas to get a shoulder up as the referee counts three, awarding Heidi with the win.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! HEIDI!!!!

Matt Salvatore: With fucking AUTHORITY!!!!!

Nick Hanson: Very impressive!!!

We go to the back where Minoru Tanahashi is talking to Josh Davidson. Tanahashi runs a hand through his beard and places his mask on the top of his head, as he turns to the camera. Before he can speak though, he’s hugged from behind by his crew friend, Kyle

Kyle: Mister Minoru, you are the best, how can I ever thank you enough?

Minoru turned around and looked at Kyle who had a wide smile across his face.

Minoru Tanahashi: Nice to see you Kyle. What exactly are you thanking me for?

Kyle: You introduced me to the love of my life man. Chastity. I’m gonna ask her to marry me.

Minoru shook his head, then looked over at Josh Davidson who just shrugged.

Minoru Tanahashi: Oh Kyle, poor sweet innocent Kyle? I have some very bad news for you and, you know what, this news needs tea. Come with me.

Minoru wraps his arm around Kyle’s shoulder and starts leading him towards catering.

Josh Davidson: Uh what about our interview Minoru? This is a pretty big night, I would think this is a little more important.

Minoru shakes his head and then motions for them to come along.

Minoru Tanahashi: I wanted to keep my tea temple secret, but fine come on Josh and cameraman. I have to take care of this first man, you understand, right?

Kyle again goes to say something, but before he can, Minoru holds his hand up and motions them back through catering, through a door, and down a hallway, he suddenly turns, opens up a closet and inside he has a full Japanese tea set a lotus blossom shade right behind it and a few bamboo mats on the floor.

Minoru Tanahashi: Cameraman, you’ll just have to stand for this one.

Minoru motions for Kyle and Josh to sit on the other mats when Josh looks under the teapot and kind of laughs.

Josh Davidson: A pink crocheted tea cozy? Did you knit that yourself Minoru?

Minoru looks over at him, takes the kettle and pours Josh’s cup first, then Kyle’s, and then his own.

Minoru Tanahashi: No, my grandmother did. She passed two years ago and since I was her favorite person to have tea with, she left me her full tea set. I would never bring something so valuable to the show, but I bring the cozy to remind me of her. If you have a problem with that, I can always kick your head off your shoulders and pour the tea straight down your neck.

Minoru looks at him dead in the eyes, then gives a slight smirk and chuckles.

Minoru Tanahashi: Kidding. It was my grandmothers and I will kick your ass if you make fun of it again, but kicking your head off is scientifically impossible. Now, let’s get to Kyle’s problem real quick.

Minoru turned to Kyle, raised his tea glass and they both took a sip.

Minoru Tanahashi: Kyle, I would like to relay the words of one of the wisest men I can think of, the great African American poet, Ludacris.

Minoru takes another sip of his tea, sits it down takes a deep breath, and nods to Kyle.

Minoru Tanahashi: You can not turn a hoe into a housewife. Hoes, they don’t act right. There’s hoes on a mission, and there’s hoes on the crackpipe. Do you understand what I’m saying, Kyle? Chastity, she’s a hoe, and hoes have their place in your life. Good news too, that time is right now. You’re young and dumb and full of… energy. Don’t think about marriage Kyle, be a bold young man. When it is time, maybe she’ll have grown out of the hoe activities and tendencies.

Kyle sits the tea down, scratches his head, then nods stands up and heads out, looking down at a small red box before he closes the door behind him

Josh Davidson: I’m not exactly sure that was the best advice, and you might get sued for that unauthorized spoken word remix, but I suppose that means we can get on with our interview?

Minoru nods then takes another sip of tea and motions for Josh to ask his first question.

Josh Davidson: Okay, well I’m not going to ask what your strategy is because I know you won’t tell me, but I’m wondering what’s the most dangerous thing about your opponent?

Minoru Tanahashi: You know, that’s not a bad question. I could point out her striking. She’s got decent size, both her height and weight, and she knows how to throw those strikes. She’s aggressive as hell too and can definitely push this match deep, which wouldn’t be great for either of us. Most dangerous thing though, well that is the one thing I know that we have in common beyond a shadow of a doubt. Hunger. Both of us are hungry for opportunity and competition. Thing is, a lion only feeds when it kills, so tonight I have to put her down, and then get right back on the hunt.

Josh Davidson: There’s the more serious Minoru we saw in your last match. Now assuming you do take down Cherry Addams and move on to the fatal four way, who would you like to see across from you?

Minoru Tanahashi: Not an unexpected question Josh, but it’s interesting for sure? Do I want who I think are the toughest, who I think will take more of a beating in their match? Lots to consider.

Minoru lifts his cup with both hands and takes a long slow sip. He sits it down and nods.

Minoru Tanahashi: Ronnie North for sure. First match in NFW was against him and it was an absolute banger. No offense to Christina Olson who I would certainly love a match against, just in this instance, rooting the other way. The other two matches, I won’t lie to you, I don’t know them as well as I should. I’ve studied their ring work extensively and I know who would probably be the best matches style wise, but I don’t really know anything about them personally. With that, it would be Malcovich and Aishe.

Josh Davidson: That’s a bit surprising. Malcovich is the biggest competitor in the match and some people would say he’s a bit deranged.

Minoru Tanahashi: See, that’s important information. Still, the answer stays the same. I don’t think Malcovich has the stamina to get through one match and then the fatal four way. I know I can go for an hour or more. I’ve done three even four matches in a night before. Then, Layla Aishe, it’s simple, I sometimes struggle with the speedy pinball types and that’s what her opponent is. See Josh, I may be the fun guy who throws awesome after parties, and can always be counted on to give sage advice to wayward lovestruck youngsters, but I am also a World class wrestler who has traveled all over this World.

Josh Davidson: Well some people say all that travel was because you couldn’t stay in one place. You kept falling short and moved on hoping the pastures would be greener.

Minoru laughs and shakes his head.

Minoru Tanahashi: Oh is that what people say?

Minoru gives a little pfft sound, takes a sip of tea, then looks straight up at the camera.

Minoru Tanahashi: I could always hack it, and I still can. Every place I ever went to, I came in and made an impact. Sometimes I would find myself in a situation that facilitated my leave, but it was never because I fell short and tried to find greener pastures. Some people couldn’t take a few jokes, some were mad about me sleeping with their sisters or their moms or their girlfriends. Some angry old bastards were just mad I was more popular than them. All that traveling though, all the different countries and the styles I picked up and had to adapt to, constantly learning new things and crafting a unique style all my own, that was worth missing out on a few title matches or losing out on a big-money payoff. Because all of that put me where I am right now. The last Collision, I had a hell of a match against Cass Baumer, and I came away with a victory against the number one contender for the Silver Mountain Title. This time, I go out and make myself the number one contender for the World Heavyweight title. The return was successful, the Rise starts tonight, and the reign… well, that’s gonna be a whole lot of fun.

Minoru grabs his tea, finishes it and nodes towards the camera as he stands up and cracks his knuckles as he pulls his mask down, opens the door and shoves Josh and the cameraman out, then just closes the door on them.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

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.

Roger Arden: From Halo Acres, Phloriphornia! Weighing in at 115lbs! The Adorkable Angel! AZURINE...VEBBINS!!!!

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: Her opponent! From Detroit Michigan, weighing in at 242lbs, he is 'The Filthy Angel’ Edgar… MALCOVICH![/color]

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~

As soon as the bell sounds, Malcovich charges and hits a clothesline in the corner. Azurine stumbles forward and he quickly pulls her into the clinch. He peppers her with quick vicious knee strikes, delivering several shots to the body followed by a big one to the head that rocks Vebbins. Malcovich grabs the hammerlock, then transitions straight into a decapitating lariat. Malcovich quickly covers, looking for the early win

ONE…

TWO…

THR - KICK OUT!

Azurine is just able to kick out and Malcovich looks furious. He grabs her head and starts laying in some forearms. The ref has to pull him back and he checks on Vebbins. She waves him off and slowly gets to her feet. Malcovich is quickly on her with the clench, but she manages to slip out and delivers a palm strike. Azurine follows with a forearm and another, then catches Edgar with an elbow. Malcovich takes a step back, but Vebbins comes right at him with a knee strike and a jumping clothesline, taking the much larger opponent down. As Malcovich stumbles up to his feet, Azurine hits a springboard double axe handle that staggers him, then hits the Sweetheart Sock Hop combination, spiking him into the mat with the DDT.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

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

Nick Hanson: Azurine Vebbins with the win, advancing into the fatal four way later tonight. Showed some great resilience to weather that early onslaught..

Matt Salvatore: Malcovich had a solid plan for sure. Use that size and striking to take out Azurine quickly. Unfortunately, it wasn’t quick enough, she came back and now has the chance to become the number one contender.

We open up on a porch to a house that is overlooking the ocean. The sounds of waves crashing against the beach can be heard as the camera focuses on the door and as it opens, we see the two toned red and black hair of Christina Olson walk out and find a chair to sit down on as she props her feet up and just looks out at the ocean and lets out a quick sigh. She puts her head down, looking at the ground for a moment in silence before looking back up and looking around for a moment before she finally decides to speak up.

Christina Olson: The last two months have been tough for me and my career. I’ve kind of been in this weird state of limbo of just waiting, watching, being patient as Lily tried to heal up and get back to one hundred percent so Bloody Fairytale could once again climb to the top of the mountain here in the NFW Tag Team Division. I waited and waited, knowing that last month, Lil was supposed to be coming back, that Bloody Fairytale was returning better than ever. I sat back as I watched Lilith struggle, fight to come back. I watched as she was attacked by Asmodeus in her twisted attempt at getting under Jasmine’s skin. I watched as something inside of Lilith finally snapped all thanks to this demon chick. I’ve sat by, unable to do anything to help her, unable to be the friend that she needs because it’s not Lilith. I’ve honestly never felt this god damn powerless before. I hate it and I can’t wait for her to get back to us.

Christina stands up, pacing back and forth on the porch, just looking down at the ground. She eventually stops and rests against the railing, resting her chin in her hands as her arms rest on the railing and she stares at the ocean in front of her.

Christina Olson:But this week on Collision, I have a massive opportunity in front of me, a chance to do something just for me. I never thought I’d look at something like this and think it was something I wanted, but here we are and here I am, ready to do something for me in this business for once. This time it ain’t about Bloody Fairytale, hell, this ain’t even about The Kingdom for me, it’s just about me and seein just how damn good I actually am. This is about me testin myself and gettin myself a match against someone I genuinely like and one hundred percent respect and would do anything for in Danni Anderson. But I have to go out there and win not just one, but win two matches to get that match and I’ll be damned if Ronnie North or anyone else that might qualify is gonna stop me.

See, I know I ain’t had the best track record on my own in my career. Hell, most would probably even call it lackluster. I’m a tag team wrestler through and through, but when that is taken from ya, you can only sit on the sidelines for so long and wait before you start gettin antsy and wantin to fight some bitches and well, here we are, I’ve gotten plenty antsy and these fists need some faces to punch. And Ronnie, the wannabe pornstar and just all around weirdo, he’s first up to get a few good punches to the face from me. It ain’t nothin personal, Ronnie, you’re just in that ring across from me and I ain’t had a good fight in such a long fuckin time.

Christina stands back up straight and continues to look out at the ocean as her hair begins to blow thanks to a gentle breeze blowing through right now.

Christina Olson: Ronnie, I ain’t gonna stand here sayin I’m better than you in that ring, because on my own, I don’t know if I truly am, but I’m gonna find out when we step into the ring together. I’m gonna come at you with everything I got and then some. I know I’m tougher than you though and I can take a hell of a lot. So Ronnie, give me everything you got and then some because no matter what, I ain’t goin down without a fight. As for everyone else that has the chance to qualify for the main event, just watch out for me. I’m comin with a fire inside of me that I ain’t felt in months. I’m comin for that shot at the World Championship and a match with my dear friend Danni Anderson. Now more than ever, I need to do something for me and stop waitin around and feelin sorry for myself that I couldn’t and can’t help Lil. I can’t dwell on havin to trust the woman that rebroke my friend’s ribs and tried to destroy another friend. No, I have to focus on what’s in front of me and what’s in front of me is the biggest opportunity I’ll probably ever have in a singles capacity in my career and there ain’t no way I’m lettin this one slip from my grasp. At Collision, when the show goes off the air, everyone will be seein me with my hand raised and announced as the number one contender to the NFW World Championship.

Christina walks down the steps and towards the beach as the camera focuses on her before fading out.
Cameras cut away post-match to, of all places, Luthor Calloway’s office. The verbose, full-force GM sits behind his desk, a smile both eager and amused playing at his lips while, across from him, sits one Damon Cross. The Black Ronin is relating something to Callaway, though we don’t quite get to hear what it is. Just as the conversation approaches proper audibility, however-

Damon Cross: ...take it from someone who’s sat in that chair, Mr. Calloway: this is what puts asses in seats.

Luthor Calloway: They’re already hangin’ off the edge of those seats right now. What do you got, Cross?

Damon Cross: Picture this-

-the door is figuratively and literally kicked in. Luthor comes up out of his seat immediately, Cross following suit. The latter, however, finds himself snatched around the throat and shoved up against the wall near Callaway’s desk. The force of the impact threatens to shake some of the pictures off the wall and has Damon’s expression quickly shifting into a pained grimace. He grasps at the wrists of the powerhouse known as Tren Descarrilado as the monster shoves him against the wall again.

Tren Descarrilado: This what it’s gonna have to be, motherfucker? Do I gotta snatch your punk ass out of the bed? The shower? The fucking toilet? That what I gotta do to get my hands on your worthless hide?!

Despite the pain and discomfort, Damon manages a smile through gritted teeth, rasping out an icy retort toward Tren.

Damon Cross: All appetite and instinct… like I said...

Tren Descarrilado: No, just sick of letting a fucking piss-ant coward think he can fucking play me. I want my pound of flesh, you piece of shit, and I’m gonna fucking get it even if I gotta smear your ass all over the boss man’s desk!

Luthor Callaway: Put him the fuck down, Descarrilado! Who the hell do you think you are, busting in here like you’re the damn police?!

Tren Descarrilado: Fuck off, Callaway. This is on YOUR head for letting this punk-ass have his way!

Luthor Callaway: You think this is gonna change my mind, dumbass? I gave him the right to choose the match. He still has that. I never said it had to be this show or the fucking next.

That response does NOT please Tren, who squeezes a little more tightly, his fingers closing further around the neck of Cross.

Luthor Callaway: Not gonna tell you again, Tren. Put him. The fuck. Down.

Tren Descarrilado: Fuck you gonna do if I don’t?!

In response, Callaway presses a button on his desk and a small squad of local police enter the room. Tren might be a violent monster, but he can recognize a situation that does not favor him. With a snarl, he shoves Damon hard against the wall one more time before letting go, turning to face the blue boys with folded arms and a smirk.

Tren Descarrilado: I fuckin’ dare y’all.

Luthor Callaway: These aren’t run-and-bump jack-offs from the local mail order wrestling school, Descarrilado. They’re real. So stuff the ego.

Tren still looks far from impressed. Damon, coughing slightly, regains his bearings, turning to Luthor and sharing a gaze with the General Manager before the latter turns back to Tren.

Luthor Callaway: You need a reminder of who calls the shots around here. Your match with Damon? It’ll happen at Cruel Summer... and same as it was, Damon gets to decide what kind of match that is. So you get your fuckin’ fight, Tren.

Tren Descarrilado: Gonna make me wait weeks to get my hands on this little shit properly? Try and tell me again that you ain’t protecting his worthless ass? Thing is? These guys? They only work for you at the arena. Maybe… maybe I’ll take a trip to where this fucker lives-

He points threateningly at Damon, who narrows his gaze which is returned to Tren.

Tren Descarrilado: -and reintroduce myself to his champion girlfriend. Maybe even her little girl-

Damon Cross: You dare to even breathe the same air as them and I’ll put you in the dirt permanently.

His tone is too calm, too even; it sounds like Damon means every word of that. Luthor, however, cuts in before Tren can retort or Damon can exacerbate.

Luthor Callaway: Both of you shut the fuck up. You didn’t let me finish. Until that match happens, neither of you are to physically accost or otherwise directly antagonize each other. If you do, Tren, the match is off and I’ll fucking suspend your ass without pay. Damon, if you fuck around on your side, I’ll put Danni in a match with Tren and ban you from the fucking city. Both of you get where the fuck I’m coming from?

Now the boss-man has both wrestlers turning to stare daggers through him. Tren is fairly seething, but after a moment or two, Damon breaks into a charming smirk.

Damon Cross: Oh, is that all? Fine with me. I think we both know that Tren the Tank Engine here can’t hold his water for that long.

Tren Descarrilado: You fucking hope, you Cajun piece of shit. That’s your only damn hope, cause if I get my hands on you for real, you won’t walk away. Hell, you won’t walk at all.

Damon Cross: First of all, I’m Creole, you slack-jawed Neanderthal. Secondly?

Damon gets right in Tren’s face, or as close as he can given their respective heights, but makes absolutely sure not to touch him in any way, shape or form.

Damon Cross: I told you before: we’re not doing this your way. We’re doing it mine. You’re playing MY game now. And you don’t have what it takes to keep up with me when the game turns mental.

Nodding to Luthor, Damon turns on his heel and leaves the room with that smirk galvanized on his face. Tren, despite all but laughing in Damon’s face, is clearly not pleased with the situation. He turns his glare on an unrepentant Luthor.

Tren Descarrilado: When all is said and done, Callaway, you’ll regret not letting me do this my way.

Luthor Callaway: Blah-de-fucking-blah. I got a show to run, Descarrilado. Gentlemen, show King Kong out of my goddamn office.

Naturally, even the cops aren’t about to lay a hand on Tren, who thankfully leaves of his own accord with an expression most sour.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….

“Firestarter” begins to play as red light fills the arena. The camera pans around during the instrumental opening. When the screaming of “Fire” is heard, the camera pans up to the top of the ramp where Christina is seen with her head down 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.

Roger Arden: From Asheville, North Carolina...representing The Kingdom! Weighing in at 120lbs! The Firestarter...CHRISTINA...OLSON!!!!

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

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

Roger Arden: Her opponent! From Brooklyn, New York! Weighing in at 270lbs! The Prince of Pleasure! RONNIE...NORTH!

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

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

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

~DING DING DING~

Christina comes out the gates fast as she charges right at Ronnie and goes for a clothesline, but Ronnie ducks under it and when Christina turns around, she turns right into a scoop slam by Ronnie. Ronnie then picks her up and delivers an inverted atomic drop before hitting the ropes and delivering a clothesline that drops Christina back down. Ronnie once again hits the ropes and this time, he delivers a knee drop before picking Christina back up and sending her into the turnbuckles. He charges in and delivers a corner splash to Christina before blowing her a kiss and as Christina staggers out of the corner, Ronnie takes her and delivers a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker before hooking the leg and getting a two count. Christina rolls onto her stomach and reaches out towards a corner where normally, Lilith Meadows would be, but upon realizing that she was on her own, it was too late as Ronnie has her by the ankle. He pulls Christina back in and up to her feet before lifting Christina up onto his shoulders and delivering Radditude Adjustment. Ronnie then goes for a very suggestive cover, but Christina kicks out. Ronnie looks down and thrusts his hips at Christina and this only seemed to fire the woman up now. Christina got back to her feet and as Ronnie went for a German Suplex, Christina landed on her feet. When Ronnie turned around, he was hit with a smack across the face that echoed throughout the arena.

Ronnie grabbed at his cheek and smirked, pointing at the other side and telling her to do it again. Christina raised her hand like she was going to slap him again, but instead, she delivered a kick to the midsection before spiking Ronnie with a DDT. Christina climbs to the top rope, but Ronnie rolls out of the ring causing Christina to leap down and as Ronnie tries to get his bearings straight, Christina hits the ropes and comes flying over the top rope with a Fosbury Flop that drops Ronnie to the floor. She then picks Ronnie up and grabs him by the head and uses the ring apron as a launch pad before delivering a tornado DDT right onto the floor. She then picks Ronnie up and rolls him back into the ring. She climbs up to the top rope and as Ronnie gets to his feet, she launches herself and delivers a Meteora and grabs his legs for a cover, but Ronnie manages to kick out at two. Christina rolls out of the ring and onto the apron as she waits for Ronnie to get up to his feet. Ronnie finally does and as he turns around, Christina uses the ropes to springboard in and deliver a forearm smash. Christina then climbs up to the top rope one more time before she delivers the Firestarter and hooks the leg to get the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner and moving on to the main event tonight, Christina Olson!

Nick Hanson: The biggest win in Christina’s singles career to date and now she has a chance to move on and face Danni Anderson at Cruel Summer!

Matt Salvatore: Behold the Kingdom, Nick. Christina did say she was going to do something for herself finally and look what happens when she’s motivated.

The camera switches backstage where we find Charlie Grace, leisurely walking down the hall in her usual suit attire. Where exactly she’s headed, we don’t know. Not at first, at least, until she turns the corner to head down the hallway to the dressing rooms. The camera follows the woman down the corridor. She passes several doors and equipment boxes when, suddenly, a woman dressed in black jeans and leather rushes out from behind a stack of crates and grabs Charlie Grace! Grace is forcefully shoved and pinned to the wall, a hand covered in a fingerless glove covering her mouth. It’s quickly clear that she’s not the type to cry out so the hand switches and just grabs her by the jaw. Grace’s mouth is drawn tight as she stares defiantly in the face of her assailant.

The silent, tense crowd grows into a low, rumbling cheer as Morgan Payne’s face comes slowly into frame. She leans in, putting her face just inches from Charlie Grace. Her hair, as usual, is damp and stylishly hanging in her face. Her own jaw is clenched as the younger woman appears to be struggling to keep her anger in check. Morgan’s lips peel back, slowly grinning in an almost terrifying, unhinged manner.

Morgan Payne: ...Hello, Charlie.

Charlie Grace: Miss Payne….

Charlie keeps her demeanor firm and strong in the face of the woman who has her at her mercy. Her return greeting causes Morgan to grin wider, letting out a shuddering chuckle. Morgan tilts her head and leans in dangerously close to Charlie’s face. Almost in an eerie, suggestive manner.

Morgan Payne: We’re gonna go for a lil walk, Charlie….

In one swift motion, she releases Charlie’s jaw and grabs her by the back of the hair with the same hand. Charlie lets out just the slightest yelp as Morgan pulls her hair taught and forcefully guides her down the hallway. As they get far enough away, Morgan can be seen holding her shillelagh in her other hand.

Nick Hanson: Oh my god! What...why….where’s Morgan Payne taking Charlie Grace?!

Matt Salvatore: Beats me, Nick!

The shot fades out to a commercial.
As the show returns, the theme song fading out, the curtain leading back to the Gorilla Position flies open with Morgan Payne, pulling Charlie Grace along, bursting out onto the stage. Despite the look of discomfort on her face from the hold Morgan has on her hair, Charlie remains calm and just moves along with Morgan as best as she can. Morgan walks Charlie around to the ring where she evidently tells the ring announcer to give Charlie the microphone. She then walks her around to the steps and orders her up and into the ring.

Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, we are back live with Collision. Morgan Payne has dragged Charlie Grace out here to the ring. We have no clue what for.

Matt Salvatore: I’m definitely intrigued!

Inside the ring, Charlie Grace raises the mic to say something when Morgan Payne snatches the mic out of her hand. She lifts her shillelagh and pokes Charlie right in the chest with it.

Morgan Payne: You don’t talk, a’ight? Ya keep ya mouth shut. Ya don’t move. Ya take one step from where ya are, and I’mma bust ya fuckin’ legs. Now!

Morgan Payne circles around behind Charlie Grace and paces back and forth behind her as she speaks.

Morgan Payne: For da past several weeks...I been lookin’ over my shoulder...I been peekin outside my window...shit, I been checkin’ my fuckin’ closet for da things dat go bump in da night. I been makin’ sure my doors are locked. Been double checkin’ my windows. Shit, I can’t even shower by myself anymore. I’m like every woman when Alfred Hitchcock released Psycho.

Morgan pauses and visibly chuckles, shaking her head. Charlie starts to turn towards her but Morgan sticks the end of her shillelagh into the back of the shoulder turning towards her.

Morgan Payne: Don’t!

Charlie obliges and readjusts herself.

Morgan Payne: Psycho, dat...dat pretty much sums things up, don’t it? Psycho. It’s why I came out here with dis bitch, right here. See, I wanna talk to dis psycho. I wanna talk to her psycho! I wanna talk...one on one...with ERIC...LEE!

The crowd gives a mixture of a pop and boos. A pop for Morgan’s bravery. A boo for the mention of the man she’s been terrorized by in recent weeks. Morgan paces back and forth, glaring up at the stage as she watches and waits.

Morgan Payne: C’mon, Lee! I ain’t fuckin’ leavin’ till ya come out! Neither is she!

She nudges Charlie in the back with her shillelagh.

Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne’s holding Charlie Grace hostage?

Matt Salvatore: Well, no shit, Nick! She’s holding this entire show hostage! Looks like Collision’s on standby until she gets what she wants!

Morgan closes her eyes and tilts her head up to the ceiling with a heavy exhale. She lowers her head, looking at the floor. Her grip tightens around the microphone.

Morgan Payne: A’ight then. It’s like dat? Fine. Charlie, get on ya knees.

Charlie Grace has no mic but she looks back over her shoulder and says something, perhaps in defiance or trying to reason. Morgan responds by angrily kicking her in the back of the knee to make her drop down.

Morgan Payne: I SAID GET ON YOUR FUCKIN’ KNEES!!!! And Calloway? Ya wanna fine me? I don’t give a goddamn. I’ll happily pay five stacks for each time I lay hands on dis bitch. Now! Eric. We gon’ do dis one of two ways. I’mma count to tree. Ya gonna come out here on dat stage and not a step further OR...I’mma splatter dis cunt’s brains across da fuckin’ mat. Ya understand? Matter of fact, nah. Lemme spread dat out some. ANYBODY...comes closer than dat stage...she gets it, yeah? Right. One!

Nick Hanson: Oh, she can’t be serious.

Matt Salvatore: I’ll bet she is!

Morgan Payne: Two! SHUT DA FUCK UP, CHARLIE!!!!

Morgan yells into the mic when Charlie starts to speak again.

Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne, ladies and gentlemen, has lost her damn mind!

Morgan Payne: Tree!

Pause. There’s an uncomfortable silence as Morgan looks at the stage. Watching. Waiting. But nothing. Charlie Grace looks unsure of herself. Morgan Payne watches for another few seconds before she chuckles into the microphone.

Morgan Payne: Ohhhh, cheese an’ crackers. I get it. I do. Yinz think dis lil bitch is just blowin’ smoke. A’ight….

Nick Hanson: She’s not gonna…. No! NO! MORGAN, STOP!

Matt Salvatore: If Grace is lucky, she may not feel it!

The microphone hits the mat with a reverberating thumb and Morgan takes one step back and a bit off to the side. She grips her shillelagh like a baseball bat and touches the strike point to the back of Charlie Grace’s head. Charlie just...closes her eyes and tightens her jaw. Morgan cocks the club back. She’s just about to swing for the fences when suddenly…..

The arena lights go out. Not a fade they just go out, as if a flip was switched. There are a few screams from the crowd as they thought Morgan was going to unload on Charlie. The lights snapped back on to show Morgan standing in the ring, Charlie still on her knees in front of her. But she was without her shillelagh. At the top of the ramp stood Eric Lee. He was standing there with a placid expression on his face. At his feet laid Morgan’s shillelagh. He was dressed in a simple pair sweat pants and a white tank top. His hair hung limp and wet around his face. He lifted a mic to his lips.

Eric Lee: You still have so much to learn, Morgan. I thought Mary would have taught you the basics. Never give an ultimatum, just act.

Morgan Payne: She taught me more than you think, jagoff! Dat ultimatum got you out here, din’t it?

Morgan nearly growled into her mic. She reached with her other hand, visibly a little flustered that she was unarmed, but took Charlie by the hair to hold her in place.

Morgan Payne: One might think you got a heart somewhere behind them scars! Now...I’mma keep ol’girl here until we’re done talkin’. First thing’s first...what da FUCK DO YOU WANT WITH ME?!

Eric chuckled, the first show of any kind of emotion from him.

Eric Lee: There is a difference between calculated violence and violence just for violence sake. Do you honestly think Charlie would be there with you if I didn’t want it? I know you better than you do Morgan. There is SO much potential in you. I can see it. It shines through ever so often. It is struggling to come out. I can help bring it out. THAT is what I want.

A grin creeps onto his face. It wasn’t reassuring as much as it was predatory.

Eric Lee: I want to help you reach the greatness you want.

Morgan hangs her head for a moment; her shoulders shake with laughter and she shakes her head before lifting her head back up with the mic coming to her lips.

Morgan Payne: My potential. My greatness. You wanna help me. Is dat what you call these past weeks? All da shit you been pullin’? Don’t answer dat. Yanno, I’ll give one thing to ya. You do know me pretty good.

Morgan yanks Charlie’s head back by her hair, leans down and places a kiss on her forehead before releasing her from her grip.

Morgan Payne: Get da fuck outta here.

She turns her attention back to the stage as she lets Charlie leave the ring. From there, Morgan squats down, still staring up at the stage where Eric is.

Morgan Payne: Now...I ain’t gonna argue my fine for her. I ain’t gonna lay another finger on her, either…’cause I gotchu out here now. Muh’fucker, you got a funny way of offerin’ help. Only thing I wanna do is see you beat within an inch of your life. Mary’s teacher or not. So...what’s it gonna be? You gonna come down here or am I comin’ up there?

She lowers the mic, resting her arm across her knee, going quiet as she tilts her chin up but keeps her eyes trained on Eric.

Eric Lee: That’s what you want? To beat my ass?

There was that chuckle again only this time it was mirthless, soulless. Charlie makes it to the top of the ramp and next to Eric. They share a look as Eric makes sure she is alright.

Eric Lee: Despite what you think, Morgan, you are not in control here. You never have been. Why go straight to the fucking and skip all the foreplay?

Eric chuckles and shakes his head. Charlie turns to head backstage.

Eric Lee: You want to try and beat me ass? That’s fine. But we do this on my time. Only fitting that you get your wish at the next big Collision event. And oh what a Cruel Summer it will be.

Eric lets the mic fall from his hand as that predatory grin creeps back onto his face. He offers Morgan a small wave of his fingers as he turns to walk backstage. Morgan is left standing in the ring, watching as he and Charlie Grace take their leave. She says nothing; just tosses the mic in her hand across the mat as she stands straight. The woman dips her chin down, watching the stage with a scowl as the show fades away to another commercial.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….

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

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

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

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

Roger Arden: From The Endless Void!!! 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 blood thirsty little smile on her lips.

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

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

Roger Arden: Her opponent….

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.

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

Roger Arden: And...from Tokyo, Japan! Weighing in at 235lbs! The Black Lion! MINORU...TANAHASHI!!!

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

~DING DING DING~

Once the competitors are in the ring, Cherry unleashes her wrath upon Minoru, striking him with lefts and rights. He’s able to quickly recover with knife-edge chops and connects with a European uppercut. While Cherry staggers back, Minoru rushes in to clothesline her, but she ducks out of the way and counters with a thigh kick followed by a spinning heel kick. Minoru is staggering, but he’s still standing. Cherry continues her offense with a running elbow that finally floors Minoru, then she goes for a knee drop -- only for Minoru to roll out of the way. He kips up to his feet and looks for an enzuigiri, but she dodges the attempt, and the two of them jump back to straighten themselves out.

The fans give them a positive response to the back-and-forth action. They watch as Minoru and Cherry lock up in the center of the ring, though Cherry is quick to break away and quick-strike Minoru. He catches her hand, however, and twists her into a wristlock. While she forces herself away, Minoru doesn’t skip a beat, landing “Kabukicho Nights” (Discus Lariat)! Cherry is down, and while Minoru goes for the cover, she kicks out at two. He takes advantage of the matter, lifting Cherry up and blasting her with palm strikes to one of the corners of the ring. Tanahashi backpedals before he rushes forward, looking for “Akihabara Dreams” (Yakuza Kick). However, Addams moves out of the way in the nick of time.

As Tanahashi’s leg is caught on the rope, Addams suddenly drops him with a neckbreaker. She then proceeds to lay into him with “Endless Torture” (Repeated Standing Elbow Drops)! With him still tangled up, the referee presents a five-count, and Addams breaks away at four with a scoff. She drags Tanashi from the corner, lifts him up, and sends him into the opposite corner with an Irish whip. When he hits the turnbuckles, Addams comes running in, looking to end things with the “Lamb to Slaughter” (Running Double Knee to cornered opponent). At the last second, however, Tanahashi moves out of the way and Addams hits nothing but the turnbuckle!

Before Addams can recuperate from the clash, Tanahashi sends her onto the mat with a snap suplex, bridging for the pin. Alas, she kicks out before the three. He’s not discouraged, lifting her up in a precarious position and driving her down with a dragon suplex. When he moves to pick her up, she tries to drag him down with a Fujiwara armbar, but Tanahashi halts her attempts and lifts her up. This leads to his “Black Lion Bomb” (Tiger Driver 98) and he covers her, hooking the leg and scoring the three-count!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner… “The Black Lion” MINORU TANAHASHI!

Nick Hanson: What a close match! It looks like we’ll be seeing Minoru later tonight in the main event.

Matt Salvatore: Seems so, Nick. I was kinda hoping Cherry would pull it off, but the competition is fierce.
The scene opens in the Kingdom’s locker room, empty except for the two women kneeling in front of one another, heads bowed slightly with their eyes closed. Moe Renhuan holds her LED katana in her lap, and Lluvia holds her ceremonial war club across her own.

Moe Renhuan: We are the Queen’s Guard.

Lluvia Cane: We are chosen by our Queen, Jasmine Matthews, to carry her name into battle, and hold the banner of the Kingdom high as we bring our fight to our enemies.

Neither woman moves, their breathing in sync, the room completely silent as Moe begins to speak.

Moe Renhuan: We go into battle with two men who believe they fight for truth, justice, and honor.

Lluvia Cane: We hold no ill will towards either Lash Donohue or Keiji Sugiwara, but what they need to understand is this.

Queen’s Guard: We will win.

Moe and Lluv rise to their feet, turning toward the camera. Moe’s katana in her hand, pointed at the floor. Lluvia holds her warclub, propped on her shoulder. Both women have looks of pointed determination on their faces.

Moe Renhuan: Honor demands we bring glory back to the Kingdom. We were born world’s apart. However, honor is still a pillar of both of our peoples. In China, honor was fought for for centuries.

Lluvia Cane: And my ancestors fought for our homes for as long as we possibly could, and honor dictated we stand tall against our foreign invaders.

The warclub comes down off Lluvia’s right shoulder, crossing with the katana in Moe’s left hand.

Queen’s Guard: We will win.

Both women turn, shoulder to shoulder. They turn their heads up toward the camera, eyes opening at the same time as they nod, resolute.

Moe Renhuan: The Castle is our home. The Kingdom, our family.

Lluvia Cane: We are one. The Queen’s Guard. Bloody Fairytale. The Regulators. And, of course, the Queen. Jasmine.

Moe Renhuan: We will do anything to hold high the banner of the Kingdom.

Lluvia Cane: Especially when it comes to claiming the NFW Tag Team championships, and bringing gold back to our home.

Moe Renhuan: SACTAP stands in our way. Lash Donohue. Keiji Sugiwara. Red and Green. We shall battle.

Lluvia Cane: But only one team will stand tall after our confrontation. And that team will be ours. And. As always. You will…

A pale, slender hand appears on the shoulder of either woman, and they step apart, turning to face the fiery redhead between them. Jasmine Matthews smirks, kissing each woman in earnest before turning to the camera, licking her lips with a wicked grin.

Jasmine Matthews: Behold. The. Kingdom.

All three women smirk as the camera fades to black.
Roger Arden: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! The winning team will go on to face the NFW Tag Team Champions at Cruel Summer! Introducing first...

"Neon Knights" blasts forth from the speakers while the arena darkens apart from red and green siren lights running the length of the ramp. The fans POP huge as there is a loud blast of green and red pyro on the stage as Keiji and Lash spring forth from the curtains with a dual stuntman style flip, tucking into synchronised military roll and back up to a knee, achieving another huge POP as they appeal to the fans, spring to their feet and try to slap as many of the hands reaching out as they can.

Roger Arden: From THE FOUNTAIN OF JUSTICE, weighing in at a combined weight of 375 POUNDS, they are the team of KEIJI SUGIWARA..

Keiji bolted down the ramp, launched up onto the apron and barrel rolled between the top and second rope cleanly before leaping to the top rope, commanding a rousing ovation from the crowd in attendance..

Roger Arden: And LASH DONOHUE..

Lash casually sprung up onto the barricade wall, frog leapt from the wall to the apron then skinned the cat, however he stopped in mid air and cut some quick handstand style push ups in the middle of the top rope before hopping down into the ring..

Roger Arden: THEY ARE SUPER AWESOME CRIME TACKLING ACTION PATROL!

The fans joined in with the announcer as Keiji and Lash initiated their ridiculous "secret handshake" before running the ropes in a criss cross pattern a few times before hitting a mid air cartwheel past one another as red and green pyro sparks shot out of every ring post. SACTAP bowed to each other while their music faded and they awaited the beginning of the match.

The lights dim in the arena as two blue spotlights shine down on the stage. As “Flesh and Bone” begins, Lluvia Cane and Moe Renhuan step out onto the stage and into the spots on the stage, blue lights pulsing down the sides of the ramp and flashing throughout the arena. Both hold their hands up over their heads, rotating their hips as they spin in opposite directions.

Roger Arden: “Making their way to the ring, at a combined weight of 270 pounds, representing the KINGDOM….”

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

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

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

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

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

~DING DING DING~

The match begins, and SACTAP Green, aka Keiji Sugiwara, and Lluvia Cane start this one out for their respective teams. Keiji walks out to the center of the ring, and offers Lluv a handshake, which she accepts, briefly, before backing up a step and beginning to circle the ring. The two competitors lock up, and Keiji, in a rare instance, has the slight power advantage, pushing Lluvia backwards, but the Cherokee Rose pushes back before rolling behind for a wristlock. Green cartwheels, back rolls, and spins, positioning himself behind Lluvia with a wristlock of his own! The crowd cheers for the show of athleticism, but Keiji doesn’t have long to bask as Lluvia blasts him with a hard back elbow to the chin! Keiji releases his grip, and Lluvia spins around, looking for ANGELIC RETRIBUTION, but Keiji matrix evades the kick, bending backwards and rolling to the mat and past his opponent before leaping up to hit a quick enzugiri, which stuns Cane and causes her to back into SACTAPs corner. Green steps forward, slapping palms with Red. Lash steps into the ring, and Keiji makes to Irish whip him across the ring before pulling back to arm drag Donohue right into Lluvia Cane, causing her to cry out and collapse in the corner. Keiji climbs out and Lash goes for the cover, but Lluvia kicks out at two.

Lash pulls Lluvia to her feet, executing a quick combo of strikes that drives the Cherokee Rose out into the center of the ring. He grabs her by the wrist, looks back toward his teams corner and nods, attempting an irish whip, but Cane blocks, reversing the momentum and launching Red into her own teams corner before running forward to hit a leaping knee strike to the chin. Moe tags herself in. She drags Donohue to the middle of the ring as Lluvia takes off at a sprint, leaping into Moe, who executes a flapjack on her own partner, bringing the Native American woman down on top of Lash. Lluv rolls out of the ring as Moe goes for the cover, but Lash kicks out at two this time.

The match continues, both teams going hard back and forth, with multiple tags and tag team manuevers being executed. Lluvia and Lash Donohue stand across the ring from each other, both competitors winded as they look for the slightest opening they can exploit. Lash feints left, then ducks in to the right, nailing Lluvia with a brutal European Uppercut, then a second. He goes for a third, but Cane ducks under, hitting the ropes and coming back but Patroller Red leapfrogs his opponent. He lands, and turns to catch Lluvia on the rebound, but she’s stopped and as soon as Donohue turns around he gets NAILED with ANGELIC RETRIBUTION before Moe comes in to complete NEON GENESIS: EVANGELION by flooring Lash with her own ATTACK ON TITAN! Lluvia dives into a cover, hooking Lash’s leg as Moe leaps to her feet, throwing herself at Keiji as he tries to come in to break up the pin, causing both to tumble out to the floor as the referee counts three!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners and Number One Contenders to the NFW Tag Team Championships! Lluvia Cane...Moe Renhuan...THE QUEEN’S GUARD!!!!

Matt Salvatore: Behold the Kingdom, Nick!! The Queen’s Guard are going to Cruel Summer to take on the Second City Riot Squad!!

Nick Hanson: Yes, indeed! For the Tag Team Championships!

Matt Salvatore: Bring those motherfuckers HOME!!

Nick Hanson: Matt, we’re not in competition with Trauma.

Matt Salvatore: My ass we ain’t!

Nick Hanson: Oh, brother….

The camera shifts from the ringside area into the backstage into a quiet little hallway. The hallway was free of any foot traffic leaving it looking like a ghost town minus the textbook tumbleweed, cuz that’d be tacky.

The feed was only on the hallway for a moment before a figure emerged. Did she appear out of thin air or simply come from a darker part of the hallway where no one could see her? Who knows.

But the Dark Faerie had arrived. Skipping along the hallway, the mask over half her face and a wicked, almost evilly playful smirk on her face

Nick Hanson: “Is that....”

Matt Salvatore: “Yup, it is. Lilith Meadows. The Kingdom’s Faerie.”

Nick Hanson: “Not anymore she’s not.”

Matt Salvatore: “Not for quite some time now.”

Lilith continued to skip down the hallway, peaking into the rooms and giggling when she saw they were empty. As though someone was hiding from her. Though when she got to the halfway point of the hallway a voice whispered from somewhere.

Voice: “Arianrhod….”

Nick Hanson: “Does that sound like….”

Matt Salvatore: “We have a Demon approaching!”

Lilith stopped herself in mid skip. She looked behind her and found nothing there but an empty hallway. Easing her fingers into a doorway and pushing it open she found only an empty locker room on the other side.

Voice: “Evil will come if you call my name. The wicked? They shall rise.”

The voice whispered in a soft, nearly unhearable singsong voice. The blonde woman’s eyes shifted around the room as she continued forward. Her palm placed on the next door and pushed it open to reveal another empty hallway.

Arianrhod: “You cannot run. Come, let’s have some fun!”

Voice: “Oh my Lord. Hear my woe. There’s blood upon the valley.”

The blonde woman’s playful expression changed now into one of annoyance. The painted woman had been playing this game for two weeks now. Watching. Taunting. Always just out of reach. She reached the next door and heard the voice clear as day from the other side.

Asmodeus: “Oh my Lord, take this soul, lay me at the bottom of the river. The Devil has come to carry me home.”

Arianrhod: “He cannot save you now. Your only chance now is what I allow.”

Nick Hanson: “The Faerie has her!”

Matt Salvatore: “This might be bad for Maiko....”

The Faerie put her hand on the door and was about to shove it open, the camera pointed at her face when another face appeared from the darkness of the hallway behind her. Painted with orange and black hair.

Asmodeus.

Asmodeus: “WAKE UP!”

She whispered and when Lilith spun around the Demoness shoved her hard in the chest sending her crashing into the door. The blonde woman hit the door full force flinging it open and sending her rolling into the room.

Inside the room was filled with green. Bushes ripped up. Tree branches trimmed from trees. The entire room was a living mini forest and Lilith found herself in the middle of it. Her eyes were wide, tearfilled and afraid.

Lilith: “Where am I? What’s happ…”

The woman threw her head back and screamed in rage.

Arianrhod: “NO! NEVER AGAIN!”

She threw herself at the door, shoving Asmodeus out of her way and sprinted down the hallway. Asmodeus turned, her eyes following her but she said nothing. She just smirked and stepped into the room shutting the door.

The door slammed shut and the screen went static for a split second as it swung back open. When it did the locker room on the other side was revealed to be a normal locker room.

No signs of the weird tree trimmings.

No signs of Asmodeus.
Nick Hanson: Welcome back to Collision #83, folks. Our next match will be starting soon, but first… Matt and I have heard rumors that the mystery entrant for the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament is here!

Matt Salvatore: That’s right! Ever since the tournament was first announced, we’ve seen that reserved spot on the Collision roster. Now we get to see who it is!

Even the fans are stirring in anticipation. They expect to hear from Luthor Callaway -- only to be surprised by the unfamiliar sound of “Born For Greatness” by Papa Roach from the PA system. Rising to their feet, they watch as a hooded figure walks through the black curtains. There’s a slight tilt of their head, perhaps to get a better look at the audience, before they descend the ramp. The vocals of Jacoby Shaddix resonate.



Upon closer inspection, a camera can capture their image perfectly. A black hoodie, black skinny jeans, and a pair of blue Converse sneakers. They walk with a Singapore cane in their right hand and use it as a cane.



Once the figure reaches the ring, they jump up onto the apron and flip into the ring, landing on their feet. There’s a shimmer from under the hood that reflects in the lights. Nearby, a ringside official extends a microphone towards them. After the figure accepts it, they raise their left hand to lower the hood, revealing the face of--

Nick Hanson: Remi Fontaine?!

Matt Salvatore: Formerly known as Prince Sekhmethotep! Don’t tell me he’s...

His reception is not one of kindness, the fans booing with disapproval. From the look on his face, he seems to expect this. A soft sigh escapes him, and after a time, his music fades. He raises the mic to his lips and speaks up.

Remi Fontaine: It seems like some of you know who I am. Don’t worry… I’m not going to take up too much of your time.

Without hesitation, the fans boo him. The hardcore wrestling fans certainly haven’t forgotten about him and his reputation in the industry.

Remi Fontaine: My name is Remi Fontaine… and I will be competing in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament.

The shock comes over the audience instantaneously. Then, before long, some of the fans start shouting rude profanities. It seems the nerves are getting the best of the young man as he drops the mic. He pushes his glasses up with the middle finger before he exits the ring. His music plays from the PA system.

Matt Salvatore: There is no love loss for this kid. Honestly, I don’t blame them. After all he’s done...

Nick Hanson: People are capable of changing for the better, Matt. Still, this is such a surprise… Remi Fontaine is in New Frontier Wrestling!
Roger Arden: The following contest is a Fatal Fourway scheduled for one fall! The winner will become the Number One Contender to the NFW World Heavyweight Championship at Cruel Summer!

The lights go down and "Dear Enemy" starts to play as purple and blue lights start to strobe. Smoke fills up the entrance before a white spot shines down where Heidi is suddenly standing with her back to the ring. She looks over her shoulder with a smirk before spinning around and walking down towards the ring. Heidi stares straight down the at the ring focused before running the last bit and sliding into the ring on her stomach. She lays for a second before jumping up to her feet and holding her arms up in the middle of the ring. Heidi then goes to the corner, crouching down and waiting for the start of the match.

Roger Arden: Introducing first, from Helena, Montana! Weighing in at 114lbs! Firecracker, HEIDI!!!!

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.

Roger Arden: Her opponents! First, from Halo Acres, Phloriphornia! Weighing in at 115lbs! The Adorkable Angel! AZURINE...VEBBINS!!!!

“Firestarter” begins to play as red light fills the arena. The camera pans around during the instrumental opening. When the screaming of “Fire” is heard, the camera pans up to the top of the ramp where Christina is seen with her head down 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.

Roger Arden: And from Asheville, North Carolina...representing The Kingdom! Weighing in at 120lbs! The Firestarter...CHRISTINA...OLSON!!!!

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.

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

Roger Arden: And...from Tokyo, Japan! Weighing in at 235lbs! The Black Lion! MINORU...TANAHASHI!!!

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

~DING DING DING~

Once the bell rang, the four competitors moved in a circle around the ring, trying to decide who should go after who first. Neither of them seemed too eager to throw the first bit of offense. That is until Christina Olson, who looked like she was ready to go for Heidi, suddenly turned and booted Azurine Vebbins in the midsection before firing away with right hands, backing her into the corner. Meanwhile, Minoru Tanahashi approached Heidi, sizing her up and looking her over. The man was obviously starting to spit some game when Heidi just hauled off and went to slap him in the face. Minoru caught her by the wrist and started wagging his finger until Heidi caught him with a kick a little close to below the belt. She yanked her wrist free and starting popping off with elbows. She hit the ropes and came back but Minoru rushed forward with a lariat attempt. Heidi ducked under the big man’s arm, hit the ropes on the opposite side and came in with a basement dropkick to the legs, cutting him down to the mat. Vebbins and Olson, meanwhile, spilled out onto the ringside floor with Christina still in control. She didn’t hold back with the vicious forearms nor did she waste time in running Azurine face first into the ringpost. While Azurine focused on recomposing herself, Christina grabbed a steel chair and swung for the fences. Azurine ducked the chair and as Christina turned, the Adorkable Angel nailed her with a superkick, stunning her long enough to shake the stars out of her head.

Nick Hanson: Holy cow! Did you hear THAT?!

Matt Salvatore: Niiiiice!

Nick Hanson: I thought you were Team Kingdom?

Matt Salvatore: I am, Nick, but I’ll always appreciate a good kick in the fucking teeth!

Inside the ring, Heidi was continuing to work over Minoru with merciless strikes, trying to keep him on the edge, so to speak. She let him start getting up just enough to run off the ropes and go for a Slingblade. Minoru twisted around, preventing the takedown from the move and caught Heidi around the waist from behind. He quickly switched up his hold and drove her back with a Dragon Suplex with a bridge for the first attempt at a pinfall. Heidi kicked out but she was reeling now from being manhandled. Heidi got up to her feet but big Tanahashi leveled her with a simple Knife Edged Chop. Still, Heidi pushed herself up but ended up right into Minoru’s grip for a Snap Suplex and as she got up to her knees, he hit the ropes and nailed Akihabara Dreams before going for a cover. He got a 1, he got a 2, he got a--No!! Here came Azurine Vebbins diving in for the save! She made it to her feet and, as Minoru got up to go after her, she met him with a Standing Dropkick. Minoru staggered back and kipped herself up. He came in again and Vebbins hit another dropkick, knocking him back again. Once more she kipped up. Minoru charged in at her. Azurine ducked under, hit the ropes and came back with a third big dropkick, finally taking Minoru off his feet. Vebbins ran in as Minoru rolled over onto his stomach and hit a big knee drop onto his back, causing some aggravation before she locked on a Boston Crab. Azurine wrenched back as hard as she could. Minoru reached the ropes but the referee couldn’t force a break due to the No Disqualification rule. It looked like the Black Lion was about to give in and tap out when Christina Olson suddenly was back in the ring and struck Vebbins over the head with a chair shot that rang all the way to the back.

Crowd: OHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!

Matt Salvatore: HOOOLY SHIT!! Did you hear THAT, Nick Hanson?!

Nick Hanson: I think the locker room backstage heard that one!!

Azurine Vebbins slumped forward onto the mat as Christina Olson fell against the ropes, dropping the chair and pulled herself along towards the corner. The former Tag Team Champion climbed to the top rope, calling for the Firestarter on Minoru Tanahashi when Heidi suddenly came running up the turnbuckles and caught her around the neck with her legs. BIG FRANKENSTEINER TAKES OLSON DOWN TO THE MAT!!!! Heidi pulls herself up to her feet and quickly follows up with Kill Star down onto Christina Olson but she doesn’t go for the cover yet. Instead, she wants to make sure she’s got the win so she picks Olson up and sets her up for Banishment but just as she gets ready to go for it, here comes Minoru Tanahashi with KABUKICHO NIGHTS!!! Heidi lands head over heels, knocked to the mat as Olson slumps down and works on trying to recover, making it to the corner where she starts getting to her feet. Minoru turns his attention on her but Azurine Vebbins is up, coming right in at him with SWEETHEART SOCK HOP!! Azurine falls back onto her butt, catching her breath and holding her bleeding forehead. She throws herself over Minoru for the cover!

ONE!

TWO!

THREEEEEE--NO!!!!

CHRISTINA OLSON COMES CRASHING DOWN ONTO THE ADORKABLE ANGEL AND THE BLACK LION WITH THE FIRESTARTER!!!! Olson bounces off from the impact and Azurine rolls over onto her back, grimacing in pain as Christina Olson throws her full weight over both her and Minoru Tanahashi. The ref drops down for the count again!

ONE!

TWO!

THREE!!!!!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: Here is your winner!!!! Aaaaand number one contender to the World Heavyweight Championship!!! CHRISTINA...OLLLLSSSSSSOOOOONNNN!!!!!

Gene Simmons’ “Firestarter” plays through the P.A system as Christina Olson sits up on her knees, clutching her ribs. She doesn’t register, immediately, what’s happened until the referee comes over to help her up and raise her arm. Once it settles, she actually looks surprised and one might think her eyes are welling up.

Nick Hanson: She’s done it!! She!! Has!! Done it!!! Christina Olson is going to Cruel Summer to compete for the World Heavyweight Title, Matt!!!

Matt Salvatore: Behold The Fucking Kingdom, Nick!!!! Firestarter’s gonna bring that belt back where it belongs!!

As Christina Olson continues to celebrate, the crowd grows louder as members of the Kingdom come from the back and hurry to the ring. Jasmine Matthews, Sativa Nevaeh, Moe Renhuan and Lluvia Cane. All four girls slide into the ring and embrace their emotional stable mate with hugs. Lluvia and Moe both raise Christina’s arms again while Sativa and Jasmine verbally praise and hug her again.

As the celebration continues, the shot cuts backstage where we see Morgan Payne on her way out of the arena. Somber if anything else, with her bag over her shoulder. The music from ringside can still be heard from back here. Morgan stops as she hears the familiar sound of “Firestarter” and the roar of the crowd. She lowers her head, smiles a little and gives a small pump of her fist before continuing to head towards the parking lot as the show goes off the air….