NFW Collision #84 - Chicago, IL! 08/11/2020!

Nick Hanson: Good evening and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We are LIVE at the Collision Center in Chicago, Illinois! It’s time for Tuesday night Collision!

Matt Salvatore: And it’s bound to be insane, Nick, because it’s our go-home event for Cruel Summer!

Nick Hanson: That it is. That’s bound to be a stacked card but we got a pretty stacked card for tonight! We’ve got a six person tag main event: The Kingdom versus Danni Anderson, Cass Baumer and Dona Rotten. A little preview of our singles title matches coming up in two weeks with that one. Morgan Payne and Tren Descarrilado will meet up in a No Holds Barred match. We’ve got tag team action between The Brothers Drake and Minoru Tanahashi, tagging with the Prince of Pleasure, Ronnie North. All that and so much more. You don’t wanna miss tonight, folks!

Matt Salvatore: They’ll wanna miss it if you don’t stop your rambling. Let’s get this show rolling, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Likewise, partner!
Collision cuts to the backstage, in the corner of the screen it reads "Early Today" and we see Heidi walking into the building. She has a bag over her shoulder and a pair of sunglasses on and it is clear by the look on her face that she is not too happy. She walks past the security guard without even a second though and he stops to say something but waves his hand as she heads past. In front of her is one of the producers for the show, he has a clipboard in hand and he is running through something with one of the referees. Heidi walks up, lifting her sunglasses up and putting them on her forehead. She looks at the referee and motions for him to go away.

HEIDI: Bzzz! Get outta here. I got to talk to Timmy here and its more important than whatever the fuck you two are talking about.

The referee is about to say something but then stops as he looks into Heidi's eyes. He nods his head and mumbles something as he heads off. Timmy looked annoyed as he turned towards her.

TIMMY VANCE: What can I help you with Miss Thompson?

HEIDI: It's just Heidi... That Thompson shit is done with. You can help me by telling me where the fuck Brody is to start with or if you can't find him you can explain to me what in the fuck is happening tonight.

TIMMY VANCE: I don't know if he is here yet but I would be happy to help. What are you refereeing to?

Heidi shook her head, seeming like she is blown away by the idea that he doesn't know what she is thinking already. Heidi gets a bit closer to him, looking up at the older man.

HEIDI: How about explaining why the hell I am opening the show against some rookie numb nuts nobody? How about we start with that and then you can explain why the useless bitch I beat in 30 seconds last Collision has a better spot on the card AND she has a legit opponent.

Timmy's face turned red and he was trying to think of what to say to her. She was obviously in a bad mood and he didn't want to make it worse.

TIMMY VANCE: Well.. .

HEIDI: You are useless aren't you? Like all the producers in this business you had a failed career so you work backstage now. Well it is some bullshit and what I do tonight to Remi is on you and it's on Brody. It's on every motherfucker in the back who is allowing me to be shit on week after week. I mean I make my return and then I open the show against some Egyptian hooker and now I have some fuck boy nobody. It's straight up bullshit! If you keep treating me like shit than I am going to start raising some hell like this place has never seen. I am going to start stomping some faces. Got it?

TIMMY VANCE: I do and I get why you are upset but Heidi you need to understand...

HEIDI: I don't need to understand jack or shit. Don't give me some corporate bullshit answer. I'm sick of it. I am sick of people underestimating me or putting me on the back burner while more undeserving people are given chances. Tell that to everyone in your production meeting and hopefully they get the idea or else I am going to make them listen.

Heidi pulls her sunglasses down and starts to walk away but then she stops and turns back to Timmy. He glances back at her while he is about to talk into his walkie.

HEIDI: Actually I would maybe suggest having an EMT ready for Remi tonight too. I have a feeling his neck may find it's way inside a steel chair and my foot may end up stomping on that same chair... This is of course after I beat him in the middle of the ring just like I did Layla on the last show. I think I will start making examples out of people tonight. Why wait, right? You only live once! Fuck it!

TIMMY VANCE:I get that you are upset but that could jeopardize that man's career if you pull a stunt like that.

HEIDI: Don't care!

She sticks her split tongue out at him with a laugh. Heidi then turns and heads down the hallways towards the locker room. Timmy watches her go for a second, shaking his head as Collision cuts back to the live feed of tonight's show!

These two were a much anticipated opener that had the fans clamoring for it to get underway. HEIDI and the debuting Remi Fontaine circled the mat, looking for a lockup. HEIDI knew she had the strength disadvantage so she thought smart, breaking the lockup and stepping back. They circled up again and HEIDI went for a rear waistlock that saw Remi reverse into one of his own and go for a bridging German Suplex, looking for a quick cover but she kicked out at two. Remi wasted no time; the man got to his feet and delivered a succession of kicks to the chest before hitting the ropes and coming in for a big penalty kick. HEIDI, on her knees, leaned back, showing some flexibility as Remi kicked over her head and body. She sat up and rolled forward, popping back up onto her feet. Remi came running at her again but HEIDI delivered a drop toehold that sent Remi into the middle rope where he got hung up. HEIDI capitalized, slingshotting over the ropes and coming down with a big leg drop across the back of his neck and shoulders. She took a hard landing on her butt across the apron and took a moment to recover before some jeering by the fans provoked her into jawjacking with the front row. By the time she turned back to the ring, Remi was up and coming at her full speed with a graceful Fosbury Flop over the top rope and crashing right down onto her.

The referee began the count to twenty and both competitors hurried as fast as they could to get to their feet. Remi made it up first but when he went to pick HEIDI up, she went for the eyes with her nails. The referee chided her for that but HEIDI was all aggression, going for a chair from under the ring. Despite the referee warning her against it, HEIDI went for the chair shot which Remi narrowly evaded, causing the chair to ring off the ring post, sending a tremor through the chair itself. HEIDI dropped the chair and turned right as Remi came running at her full speed and henceforth came the BIG BANG ATTACK!! The crowd popped, impressed by the debuting athlete’s technique as he picked HEIDI up and shoved her into the ring, following her in right at about the count of 18. Remi soaked in the positive reaction to the crowd before turning his attention back to his opponent. It was possibly what cost him as HEIDI was able to come to and, clearly frustrated over the progress of the match and the overall situation she was in within the company in her eyes, the young woman delivered a blatant low blow to Remi Fontaine. The ref immediately called for the bell.

Roger Arden: Your winner, as a result of a disqualification, REMI...FONTAINE!!

Nick Hanson: Now that’s no way to end a match! C’mon, HEIDI!

Matt Salvatore: What’s she doing now?

HEIDI wasn’t finished, clearly, as she started laying the boots to Remi to beat him down to the mat before rolling out of the ring and going for the chair she had grabbed before.

Nick Hanson: Oh c’mon, now! We’re gonna start Collision like this?!

Matt Salvatore: HEIDI’s setting the bar for the rest of the locker room, Nick!

HEIDI stood over Remi, raising the chair up, ready to strike.

Voice: Hey, hey, hey, hey! HEY!! ENOUGH!!! E-FUCKING-NOUGH!!

Nick Hanson: Uh-ohhhhh!

Matt Salvatore: Ohhhhh shit!

HEIDI looked up at the stage, lowering the chair as the cameras jumped over to the stage. Seconds later, the curtain flew open and out stepped Collision General Manager, Luthor Callaway. Jeans. T-shirt. Boots. Leather jacket. Pissed off look on his face.

Luthor Callaway: Listen here, kiddo! I dunno who you thi--SHUT YOUR GODDAMN MOUTH!!

Luthor started then quickly escalated when HEIDI started to yell something out at him from the ring. The sudden thunder in his voice made her go quiet with an angry look in her eyes as the General Manager continued.

Luthor Callaway: I dunno who you think you are, but shit’s a little different since last time you ran amuck around these parts. You ain’t dealin’ with the CEO on this brand anymore. No. Your ass is dealin’ with ME! Now you wanna run around here, throwin’ a bitch fit about how you get booked as opposed to the rest of the roster? I guess you think you’re pay-per-view material, don’t ya?

HEIDI raised her eyebrows and nodded her affirmation. Luthor rubbed his mouth thoughtfully, considering something before he shrugged out his empty hand and turned back towards the ring.

Luthor Callaway: I’ll tell you what, kiddo. Since you got a knack for starting shit with people, let’s take it back a few episodes to how you so graciously decided to announce your return to action. You decided to come out here and attack one Teresa Duke. Now, to my knowledge, Ms. Duke never got her just due, did she? So, this is what we’re gonna do. Well, this is what I’m gonna do. I’m gonna book you - HEIDI - and Teresa Duke in a match in two weeks at Cruel Summer. No Disqualification. No Countouts. Falls Count Anywhere.

HEIDI stood in the ring, nodding, mouthing that it was fine by her as the crowd cheered.

Nick Hanson: We got us another bout for Cruel Summer, Matt!

Luthor Callaway: OH!

Luthor throws up his finger as if he just remembered something.

Luthor Callaway: And uhh...since it is summer, after all: y’all bring your swimwear.

Luthor pauses to laugh at something in his head, almost as if whatever it is he’s thinking of is just...hilarious.

Luthor Callaway: Because it’s gonna be a Beach Party Deathmatch!

The crowd stirs in confusion. Even HEIDI looks a little...befuddled.

Nick Hanson: A what…?

Matt Salvatore: What in the HELL is a Beach Party Deathmatch?! No, you know what? I know better than to question Luthor. Fuck it. Let’s see what happens!

Luthor Callaway: Now, then. With that being said and done; Remi? Pick yourself up, son, and go see if James Greer’s got any extra shirts laying around because I’mma let you officiate this shit as the Special Guest Referee!

Nick Hanson: Wait, WHAT?!

Matt Salvatore: What in the goddamn….?

Luthor Callaway just grins sadistically, humored and satisfied with himself.

Luthor Callaway: And while you’re doing that, HEIDI? Get the fuck out of my ring and out of the arena before you push my buttons even more.

With that, the General Manager tosses the microphone to an equipment staffman and dusts his hands off as if to say his work here is done. Faith No More’s “Epic” plays him out as he walks backstage and we cut to backstage.

We fade into the Kingdom locker room. The usual members are present, minus Lilith and Morgan. All of the members are sitting down relaxing besides Sativa. She is up pacing in the middle of the room. Jasmine and Christina are prepped for their main event match later in the evening. Sativa is in her wrestling pants and boots with a Kingdom shirt on.

Jasmine: Baby, quit pacing. Tonight is just another night.

Sativa: I just want this match to get here. I want to throttle Baumer. She’s had this coming for a long fucking time.

A dark look crossed the crimson-haired woman’s face as she looked up at her girlfriend and lover.

Jasmine: Yes, she does. And then some.

Sativa: You don’t understand babe. She was the one who announced that my husband had been abducted. She didn’t go to me, or the police first. She fucking sent out a fucking tweet about it. THAT is how I found out. She then tried to make friends with me? Like, what?!

Sativa was furious and had wanted to get this off of her chest for a long time. As she did Moe and Lluvia shift their focus over to her. Each of them seemed to be self gauging if she needed them to come and comfort her over the loss of the loved one, but each of them stayed put.

Sativa: That’s not to mention the shit she is pulling now. Claiming to be a friend and ally then trying to tear us apart. She’ll be lucky to not be eating her meals through a straw, let alone making it to Cruel Summer for her title match.

Sativa growled and punched a nearby locker denting it. Jasmine shot her a look.

Jasmine: Mary, it’s fine. We’re the Kingdom. Do you really think that any of them matter to us? We are better than them. No matter what, we always will be better than them.

Sativa flopped down in a chair next to Jasmine.

Sativa: I know babe. I don’t really have anything against Dani or Dona. I just want to feed Cass her fucking teeth.

Sativa grunted and shook her head. Then the door opened and in walked Stephanie Kenyon, the Kingdom’s newest non-wrestler member, and resident dirt bike rider. She looks around at everyone sensing the slight tension in the room.

Steph: Somebody been wearin’ a rut in the carpet?

She nodded to the area in the floor where Sativa had just been and shrugged with a playful grin.

Steph: Y’all always like this or just on days where I’m here too?

Sativa: It ain’t usually like this. Just so happens that this is a shit match with someone I REALLY don’t like in it.

Steph made her way to a chair and sat down, never taking her eyes off Sativa.

Steph: Dayamn, who has this kinda effect on ya for this kind of reaction?

Sativa looked over at Steph.

Sativa: Cass Baumer. She is a fucking cockroach that needs to be exterminated.

Steph shook her head, almost laughing as she did so.

Steph: So, y’all sayin’ Cassie dodged her a bullet on that one, are ya? I did tell her, “Cassiopeia, that dog don’t hunt…”

Sativa gave Steph an incredulous look.

Sativa: You mean to tell me Cassie almost had something to do with her?

Sativa chuckled, finally, and made a gagging sound and gesture. Steph shrugged.

Steph: Well, they was talkin’. Didn’t go no further but they was talkin’ cause Cassie called her cute when she was still bein’ all friendly like to y’all.

Sativa: Yeah, she tried to be our friend until she earned her shot at Jas. Then her true colors came through. The fake smile and friendship dropped the second it didn’t benefit her anymore. She is an opportunistic germ.

Steph: Yeah I heard about all the reportin’ stuff. I think she tried to hire Miss Nikki right before the Children grabbed her out a parkin’ lot in Orlando. Don’t think she’s talked to Miss Nikki since.

Sativa: Wouldn’t be surprised. Probably wouldn’t benefit her in some way. She sticks her nose everywhere it doesn’t belong. Plays friendly until that doesn’t suit her then it’s kick ya to the curb and on to the next.

Steph: I did tell Cassie that dog don’t hunt… sounds like it really don’t at all.

Sativa: Nope. She’s a parasite. Cassie really dodged a bullet there.

Steph shrugged.

Steph: Oh well, least y’all get to punch her in the mouth tonight, right?

Sativa: That we do. She has a lot of debt that I need to collect.

Sativa looks over at Christina who had been unusually quiet.

Sativa: Hey, Chrissy, you alright?

Chrissy snaps out of whatever daydream she was having and looks at Steph, Jasmine, and Sativa and nods her head.

Christina: Huh? Oh, yeah, I’m just fuckin peachy. Ready to get out there and show them that no matter what is goin on, we’re a united front and that ain’t nobody ever gonna be able to stop us. Still though, it ain’t like I’m hatin about the fact I gotta team with the two of ya tonight, but it’s just so weird to me not seein you know who in my corner callin for a tag. Tonight, this match is for her and at Cruel Summer, I’m fightin like she’s rootin for me ringside to bring that title home. Now, let’s kick some ass and show everyone why they should Behold The Kingdom.

Chrissy gives a quick grin to both Sativa and Jasmine before nodding to Steph.
Roger Arden: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

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 gets 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: Currently in the ring, weighing in at 168 pounds from Los Angeles, California. This is Teresa Duke! And her opponent!

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

Killing in the name of

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

Roger Arden: Weighing in at 126 pounds. She is one half of the NFW Tag Team Champions of the World, the Second City Riot Squad, Layla Diaz!

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

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

Ugh!
Killing in the name of
Killing in the name of

Jed Coffey is the first one up on the apron. He sits on the middle rope as Layla climbs into the ring and readies herself for the match. Coffey gets back down on the outside with Leah as they watch the match from the outside.

The bell rings.

Nick Hansen: We don’t often see members of the Second City Riot Squad in singles action but after their successful title defense at Sudden Death, perhaps they just want a bit of a change of pace before their next challenge.

Matt Salvatore: Perhaps Leah has an injury she isn’t disclosing.

Nick Hansen: Let’s just jump to conclusions.

The two meet in the center of the ring and as they go to lock up, Layla ducks under and grins widely as Teresa stumbles forward a few steps. She turns and smirks at the smaller competitor and nods and gives a little clap. Layla takes a bit of a bow and points to her head.

They go for another lock up and once again Layla ducks underneath, but Teresa quickly spins around and rolls up Layla with a schoolgirl, but Layla kicks out at two. As they both get to their feet, Teresa grabs Layla by the head and just drops down with a sit-out jawbreaker!

Nick Hansen: The Sweet Tooth! That could be it!

But as Teresa goes for the cover, Jed gets up on the apron and the referee is distracted. Teresa gets up and goes over to jaw with Jed and the referee. Layla slowly starts to get to her feet and sees what’s going on, she charges towards Teresa who moves out of the way and Layla collides with Jed, sending him to the floor as Teresa rolls up Layla and the referee counts the pinfall!

The bell rings.

Roger Arden: Winner of the match, Teresa Duke!

Nick Hansen: Great showing by Teresa Duke! But wait one second…

As the referee raises Duke’s hand, Leah comes from behind and just nails her in the back, sending her to the mat. Leah starts to put the boots to Teresa as Layla gets to her feet. She walks over to the side of the ring and tells Jed something. Jed begins to look under the ring and he pulls out a steel chair and hands it up to Layla.

♫♫♫
Bet you think you get the picture
Bitch, you don't know how good I treat ya
Shake it off, this pride and glory
You dig up so many stories
Oh, you're so under the thumb
Four fingers form a knuckle sandwich
Try my blood, it's just a starter
No one tastes like me, yeah
♫♫♫

The fans begin to boo.

Matt Salvatore: Look who’s back and look at the change! Jansen Myrrh wants a piece of Teresa Duke as well.

Nick Hansen: All members of the Kwonspiracy, though manager Seo-Hyung Kwon has taken a leave of absence, Leah and Jansen go back a long way.

♫♫♫
I'm pretty like a car crash
Ugly as a lullaby
You really wanna try it
Experiment on me
♫♫♫

Jansen Myrrh's name comes across the screen as her music continues to play. Jansen Myrrh finally steps out of the shadows as she strides her way down to ringside. She’s dyed her hair a reddish-color and isn’t dressed to wrestle as she wears one of her branded t-shirts and a pair of jeans, along with a black leather jacket. The rest of the Kwonspiracy look on as she takes the steps and walks to the center of the ring. She walks over to Leah and Layla and asks for the chair.

Layla looks at Leah, who nods, and Layla hands over the chair. Jansen points down to Teresa and the other two nod. Jansen nods in return and raises the chair and then just clocks Layla hard on the top of the head as the rookie falls backward like a downed tree in the ring.

Leah with a shocked look on her face turns to Jansen and the two begin to talk back and forth. Jansen points to Teresa who is moving to the corner and Leah is pointing to Layla. Jansen finally points back towards the ramp and Leah starts to turn away and then turns back to Jansen for a moment before motioning to Jed to get Layla.

Nick Hansen: We’ve got some friction in Kwonspiracy.

Jed reaches under the rope and pulls out Layla, throwing her over his shoulder and starts towards the ramp as Leah exits the ring and follows, occasionally looking back into the ring as Jansen throws the chair out of the ring and onto the floor. She turns to Teresa Duke and walks over and offers a hand to help her up.

Duke is a bit hesitant at first but finally accepts the hand and gets to her feet. Jansen raises her hand as Teresa’s music hits once more and the two exit the ring. As they walk up the ramp towards the back, the lights go out causing them to stop walking and then slowly they flicker back on. The two look around briefly before disappearing backstage.

Matt Salvatore: Some sort of power issue going on here briefly, but things seem to be back to normal. The real question here is what are we seeing here with Duke and Myrrh?

Nick Hansen: And what’s happening with the Kwonspiracy. Slowly members have been disappearing, but Second City Riot Squad has been around successfully defending their titles, while Jansen Myrrh is returning from a vacation of sorts. Hopefully, we can get some further details on what’s going on here in the upcoming weeks.

Winner: Teresa Duke
Result: Pinfall
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In the backstage area of the Collision Center, Minoru Tanahashi stands, tapping his foot and looking up at the cameraman. He looks ready to compete in his black day of the dead gear as mask. He tosses the mask in the hair, catches it, and starts twirling it around by the strap.

Minoru Tanahashi: Where the hell is her Franky? Supposed to do this thing like 15 minutes ago?

Minoru looks at the camera man who seems just as annoyed.

Minoru Tanahashi: I know Franky, not your fault. Oh hey look who it finally is.

The camera turns to see Josh Davidson coming out of the restroom a little ways down the hall. He jogs over as he sees Minoru waiting.

Josh Davidson: Really sorry about that, something came up. Thanks for waiting around. Ready now?

Minoru Tanahashi: Yes, I have been ready.

Josh nods, apologizes again and then gets ready for the interview. As they’re preparing, Minoru looks towards the bathroom and sees a fairly attractive female crew member coming out.

Minoru Tanahashi: Hmm, either my tag team partner is doing some casting, or I have a whole new respect for you Josh.

Josh Davidson: What? No no, uh let’s y’all about your partner for tonight, Ronnie North. Biggest question, why isn’t he here as well?

Minoru chuckles a bit, looks behind him and sees a few equipment crates. He hops up on one, swinging his legs from side to side.

Minoru Tanahashi: Pretty simple, he doesn’t need to be. He most likely is doing some talent scouting right now. Don’t worry though, we are on the same page, completely. Myself and Ronald North spoke earlier this week and met earlier today to go over strategy again. Our opponents may be blood brothers but myself and Ronald share a stronger bond. We are Eskimo Brothers.

Josh Davidson: Eskimo brothers? I don’t think I’m familiar with that term.

Minoru Tanahashi: Really Josh? I assumed you were a man of class and sophistication and taste like myself and Ronald.Being Eskimo brothers means that you have shared the same igloo.

Josh Davidson: I’m still not really getting it. Like you two were roommates before?

Minoru sighs, shakes his head and then starts to laugh a bit.

Minoru Tanahashi: Just google it later Josh. All you need to know is that myself and Ronald are ready for this match tonight. We have talked strategy, plans, we might have even got together and worked on some double team moves before heading to one or five of Chicago’s finest gentleman’s clubs.

Josh Davidson: Seems like you kind of just did the bare minimum. I mean you definitely haven’t shown any interest in tag team wrestling. Ronnie has been in teams before, but it definitely seems like he’s focused on his films first, singles career second, tag third.

Minoru Tanahashi: That’s kind of true. Yes I would prefer to find myself in singles action. Maybe a match against the Silver Mountain champion. See if I could beat both challenger and champion. For Ronald, if he was going to return to the tag team scene, I probably wouldn’t be his first choice of tag partner. I certainly wouldn’t be his last though, nor would he be mine. Both of us are hard stiff strikers. Both of us are fierce competitors who pound the opposition. Both of us know how to bring the crowd to the edge of joy and then push them past for that big climax. I even came up with a brilliant team name for us. It’s maybe a little old school, and not official yet, but I think Ronald will dig it.

Josh Davidson: I am almost afraid to ask, but I have to know. What is the name for the team of yourself and Ronnie North?

Minoru smiles and opens up his ring jacket to reveal a black shirt with the word SEX in bold gold letters. Beneath that is the word EXPRESS in alternating red and blue letters.

Minoru Tanahashi: We are, the Sex Express.

Minoru smiles as Josh looks at the shirt, eyes wide for a few seconds before he starts shaking his head. He looks at Minoru as if he wants to say something, but no words come out.

Minoru Tanahashi: I know Josh, the name is so great that it left you speechless. Way better team name than our opponents. Come on, we know your last name, and we know that you’re brothers. They’re both all muscular and same hair color and sooo handsome.

Josh Davidson: Wait, did you just call them handsome? Why would you call them handsome?

Minoru Tanahashi: Because those jaw lines don’t lie, and neither do I. That doesn’t matter now though. What matters is we will punch them in their handsome faces. Maybe tonight goes so well that the Sex Express goes on a nation wide tour. Even have a great slogan. Tag teams beware, the Sex Express is coming hard and fast.

Minoru pumps his fist forward with those last words and looks straight at the camera with a slight smirk, still making sure that the Sex Express shirt is highly visible as we fade to black.

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The lights in the arena dim as the opening of Eve to Adam's "Immortal" begins. The camera focuses on the tron where shots of the brothers working out and sweating play.

"I am immortal
I'll never fade away
I'm a legacy that lives beyond,
Far beyond the grave
I am immortal
I'll never rest in peace
And you're never gonna be
Never gonna be never be ME!"

The camera is back on the stage as the opening crescendos where Dylan and Torian Drake pose together on the stage. Dylan holds two water bottles and flexes while Torian gets to his feet and spins a little to show off his physique before both head down the ramp.

"Don't pretend that you don't know me now
They're six feet down, I m still around
Carved into your memory
You're never gonna forget me
You had your day,
But time washed you away
You're dead
You're gone
But I'm still going strong"

Torian high fives the audience and both brothers work to get them fired up as they continue down toward the ring. At ringside they embrace before they head to opposite sides of the ring. Torian swings off the ropes on one side, while Dylan flexes on the apron on the other.

"I am immortal
I'll never fade away
I'm a legacy that lives beyond,
Far beyond the grave
I am immortal
I'll never rest in peace
And you're never gonna be
Never gonna be never be
Never gonna be never gonna be never be ME!"

Both brothers get in the ring and pose together once more. This time, Dylan crushes the water bottles over them both, showering them both as they fire up the crowd once more. Torian grabs two mics and hands one off to Dylan as their music fades. Tirian and Dylan bith pause to respect from the crowd when Torian lights up

Torian: Chicago! Know what time it is? It's our time!

Torian paces the ring while Dylan stoically stands nodding and pointing to his brother.

Torian: It's time for our own ascension! Time for the brothers to get into the groove! Collision Center, I am the Notorious Dragon, this over here's my brother The Motivator, Torian, Dylan, THE BROTHERS DRAKE!

Torian plays to the crowd as much as possible. The audience starts to get behind them.

Torian: So, it comes down to the question of the hour: what are the Brothers Drake going to do? We lost our last match, our debut match. Yes we did, but… but… we lost to two of the baddest bitches on this roster. Believe that. And we still made them not just work, but earn every second of that victory. As far as I'm concerned, that still puts us in the running no matter what the outcome was!

Torian leans against the ropes a second with a smirk.

Torian: So what are we gonna do about it? It's simple. We're gonna come in here and take it to two guys who got put together for tonight. Hey, they're good peoples from what I hear. They like to have fun. Nothing wrong with that. Ronnie North, Minoru Tanahashi. You two are about to see that drive and dreams are the best things to be offered here.

Torian steps aside and Dylan brings the mic to his mouth.

Dylan: Tonight is gonna be different. We aren't fighting a tag team who had been together awhile. We are facing two guys who are trying to get more action for themselves. This is of course understandable. But Torian and I, we've been together for longer. We've worked out together, sweat together, fought with and against each other. Everything he and I have done has built a bond that cannot be matched.

Torian points at Dylan and shouts at the audience to fire them up again.

Dylan: We aren't fighting tonight just because we want to get our names out there, we're fighting tonight against Minoru and Ronnie to show we'll be a force to be reckoned with no matter what happens. Tonight isn't about pride or notoriety. It's just gonna be business.

Torian brings the mic back up.

Torian: Listen up Collision Center, this roof is gonna blow off this building and it's gonna send out Minoru and Ronnie along with it while we stay right here, smoke cleared and hands raised together. Fight as one mind...

Dylan: Win with one soul!

The brothers put their fists together as their music pops up again before their match gets started.

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Match #3. Tag Team Match
The Brothers Drake v. Ronnie North & Minoru Tanahashi

The brothers want to make some quick noise in the division and go at their opposition as they’re discussing who will start. Both Ronnie and Minoru duck clotheslines, and hit stereo Japanese arm drags on the brothers, then big time stereo dropkicks. They hit the ropes, charge forward and looks ready to dive, but then stop, grab the ropes and do stereo hip thrusts, getting quite the response from the females in the audience. Dylan isn’t happy about that, grabs the boot of Minoru, yanks him outside and hurls him into the barricade. Ronnie takes a step back before he can be pulled out, but this big man of them team slides in after taking Minoru down. Dylan looks for a clothesline, but Ronnie ducks under it. As Ronnie comes up, he eats a missile dropkick to the face from the younger Drake. Torian slips out of the ring as the ref has finally gotten some control. Dylan pulls Ronnie up to his feet, hits a big vertical suplex and goes for the first cover, getting a 2 count. Dylan pulls Ronnie up again, tags Torian and looks for a German suplex as Torian springboards up. Ronnie manages to block the suplex, reverses back and shoves Dylan forward, knocking his brother down stomach first onto the rope. Minoru slides back inside and helps Ronnie hit a big double belly to back suplex. Minoru hops out, Ronnie makes the tag, then they grab Torian off the middle rope. Minoru hooks him for a Dragon suplex and Ronnie hits a massive superkick.Minoru bridges into the pin as Ronnie exits.

ONE…

TWO…

THR - KICK OUT!

Minoru is a bit frustrated at the kick out, but not completely surprised. Minoru brings Torian up to his feet and whips him into the corner of Sex Express. Minoru makes the tag, Ronnie comes in and they hit a quick double suplex. Ronnie covers, but only gets a 2. Minoru is tagged back in and this time Ronnie hits an inverted atomic drop and Minoru hits an enziguri. Minoru tags Ronnie back in, hops over the rope and as Ronnie positions Torian for a neckbreaker, Minoru jumps up and delivers a springboard elbow. Another cover and another kick out at 2 by Torian. Minoru is genuinely surprised at the kick out. He pulls Torian up and delivers a hard chop and another and another, then a stiff European uppercut. He tosses Torian into the ropes and delivers a brutal tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Minoru tosses Torian into the corner of Sex Express and Ronnie checks to make sure Minoru is calm. He nods and then signals to end it. Ronnie brings Torian out and hooks him for a German suplex. Minoru runs into the corner of The Brothers Drake and elbows Dylan before charging forward and delivering Kabukicho Nights. Ronnie follows through with the suplex, spiking the younger Drake on his head.

ONE…

TWO…

THR - BROKEN UP!

Dylan Drake is in to break up the pin at the last second. Dylan levels Minoru with a right hand, grabs him and hits The Long Fall, opting not to show off and risk the DQ. He goes back out, grabs the tag rope and his brother makes the tag. Ronnie slowly gets to his feet and is taken right back down by a clothesline. Ronnie crawls to the corner, but Dylan is there and catches him with a giant knee into the midsection. Dylan follows through with a gutbuster and a cover for a 2 count. Dylan pulls Ronnie back to his feet and looks for a pumphandle slam, but the prince of pleasure slips off and tags in Minoru. Minoru comes in with a springboard spinning heel kick that gets him caught and tossed with a swinging belly to back suplex. Dylan tags Torian in and they hit Minoru with a combination inverted atomic drop and enziguri, followed by a tornado DDT by Torian and the cover. Minoru manages to kick out at 2, but the brothers Drake stay on the offensive. Torian tags Dylan back in, and Dylan grabs Minoru for the big swing as Torian goes to the apron. Torian leaps up and crashes down on Minoru with a springboard seated senton on the twelfth go around. Dylan quickly covers, but Ronnie is in there to break it up. He hits Torian with a big clothesline that knocks him down, then hits a superkick to Dylan. Minoru slowly crawls over to the corner and Ronnie runs back over there, encouraging his partner. Minoru manages to make the tag and rolls to the apron, but as he was waiting, the brothers had recovered, Torian had tagged in and he caught Ronnie with a draping DDT as he came through the ropes. Torian pulled Ronnie up and tagged Dylan in. The Brothers drake connected with the leg sweep and clothesline combo, levelling Ronnie North. Dylan made the cover.

ONE…

TWO…

THR - !

Dylan was furious, pulled Ronnie up, hit him with a few hard forearms, then brought him into position for Take 5. Dylan held Ronnie up in the air and started showing off with Ronnie’s partner down. Ronnie noticed as well and when Dylan went down for a squat, Ronnie drove his knee down into his head. North slipped out of the suplex, hit the ropes and came firing back with the Careless Whisper. The momentum sent Dylan tumbling outside, right at the ropes where he his brother was. Torian tagged, hopped in and charged at Ronnie with a leg lariat. Ronnie ducked it, caught Torian with a scoop slam on the way down, then tagged in Minoru who was back on the apron. Both men took a few seconds to catch their breath, then hit Torian with a double running knee strike. Minoru tags Ronnie right back in, then hooks Torian up for the Black Liger Bomb as Ronnie takes a few steps back. Before the can connect with anything, Dylan comes in, clubs Ronnie in the back and nearly takes Minoru’s head off with a charging bog boot that sends the black lion over the top rope. Dylan hits Ronnie with a boot as he’s getting to his feet. He goes outside real quick to allow Torian to tag out. Dylan then brings Ronnie up and into position, with Torian already waiting on the top rope. Torian flies off and they connect with the Notorious Dragon. As Dylan makes the cover, Torian flies out of the ring with a plancha suicida, taking Minoru out.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: The winner of the match as a result of a Pin fall, Dylan and Torian… THE BROTHERS DRAKE!

Nick Hanson: The brothers pick up a big tag team win here tonight against the impressive duo of Minoru and North. Not the start that the Sex Express would have hoped for, but could be something..

Matt Salvatore: Could be, could not be. Let’s talk about what is, and that’s The Brothers Drake, the winners tonight. They showed great teamwork, Torian showed his resilience, Dylan with his strength, it’s a well earned win.

Winner: The Brothers Drake
Result: Via Pin fall
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Matt Salvatore: Umm...Nick? There's that shit again....

Nick Hanson: What the hell IS that?!

Matt Salvatore: I'm not sure but even I'm a little creeped out and you know me.

Nick Hanson: That's what scares me. I do know you and if you're unnerved then we probably all should be.

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The cameras open up in a dark hallway in the Collision Center. We hear the giggling of a familiar voice as it echoes throughout the hall. Finally though, around the corner we see a familiar face, one with facepaint as she slowly makes her way around the corner looking around.

?: Find me if you can, maybe I’m in a van!

Maiko lets out a guttural growl as she hears the voice of Arianrhod echo in the hallway. Then suddenly, her head snaps back forward as she hears something faint coming down the hallway.

?: Twoey… come here.

Maiko has a confused look on her face for a moment as she takes in the voice and the words. She makes her way down the hall, slowly, but deliberately at the same time. As she walks down the hallway, the voice becomes clearer and now, everyone can hear the voice of Maiko’s girlfriend, Ashley Kenyon clearly.

Ashley: Twoey, come help me!

Maiko continues her trek down the hall as the giggling from Arianrhod pick back up, this time much louder and much clearer than before.

Arianrhod: Demon, demon, in the hall, find your girlfriend before she will fall!

Again, Maiko doesn’t say a word, she just growls as she looks around the hallway for any sign on Arianrhod, but there’s no trace of her.

Maiko: You cannot hide from us, we will bring the girl home!

Arianrhod: The Faerie is trapped and soon, her will will be snapped!

The voice of Arianrhod once again echoes throughout the hallway as she giggles again and the voice of Ashley is once again heard.

Ashley: Twoey, I need you!

Maiko continues down the hall to the very end and there, we see one door opened up, the room completely dark, but the little light from the hallway that can shine in gives us the silhouette of a woman sitting in a chair struggling to try and break free of some sort of restraint.

Maiko: Pool!

Maiko bolts into the room and turns on the light, but as she does, what she sees in front of her is not Ashley Kenyon, no it’s just some random woman tied up to a chair and a voice recorder hooked up to a speaker behind her that has recordings of Ashley’s voice on it. Maiko immediately realizes that she just walked into a trap, but as she turns around to leave the room, Arianrhod is there and she blows a handful of Faerie Dust into Maiko’s eyes that blinds her. Maiko wipes at her eyes, trying to regain her vision, but as she does, Arianrhod grabs her and slams her face first into the door over and over again. She then takes Maiko and throws her into the wall before backing up and getting a running start and delivering a kick right to the side of the head, leaving Maiko slumped over on the ground. Arianrhod looks down at her handiwork and laughs as she pulls up the head of Maiko and looks at her.

Arianrhod: Now it is time to seal her fate, back where she has strength we must hate. The forest will go up in smoke, and the rest of them will forever choke.

Arianrhod gives Maiko’s head another bounce off the wall for good measure before standing up and walking down the hallway as the camera fades out.

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Match #4. Singles Match
Layla Aishe v. Vanita Thompson

Layla was already in the ring as the show came back from commercial break.

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

Roger Arden: And her opponent, from Milan, Italy, Vanita Thompson!

She slides into the ring, head moving with the heavy music in the background. She gets in the middle of the ring ,takes a bow and then focuses toward the stage, looking at her next opponent.

The match begins and immediately, Vanita comes rushing in and she takes Layla down with a spear, almost cutting her in half. She doesn’t waste any time as she picks Layla up and delivers a German Suplex that has Layla hit up high on the back of her head and neck. Vanita doesn’t stop there though as she has a determined and focused look on her face as she picks Layla up and this time, she delivers a roundhouse kick to the side of Layla’s head and follows up with The Vain Mirror. Vanita doesn’t go for the cover though, instead, she picks Layla up and in one swift motion, she delivers The Vain Shot and hooks the leg to get the win.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, Vanita Thompson!

Nick Hanson: Vanita making quick work of Layla here tonight on Collision.

Matt Salvatore: She doesn’t get paid by the hour, Nicky.

Winner: Vanita Thompson
Result: Pinfall
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Match #5. Falls Count Anywhere/No Holds Barred
Tren Descarrilado v. Morgan Payne

The bell rings, and Tren and Morgan both walk out to the center of the ring. The crowd is hushed, knowing that the match that’s about to follow will be an absolute brawl, though both participants are trained to wrestle. Descarrilado looks down at Payne and smirks before holding out a fist. Morgan looks up at Tren, a smirk of her own on her face, before she returns the fist bump and the two back up a couple of paces before beginning to circle. Tren doesn’t wait long, taking two steps forward and throwing a heavy handed overhand punch. Morgan ducks under and shoots in, landing two stiff right jabs and a hard left hook on Tren’s chin, but the man simply grins down at her before stepping in to deliver a hard headbutt. Morgan stumbles backwards, shaking her head before stepping in and twisting to deliver a huge hook. Tren ducks, but Payne grins, grabbing him by the back of the head, and bringing her knee up hard and fast to deliver F.Y.F.! With a sickening crunch, Tren drops to a knee, and it’s immediately apparent Morgan’s broken his nose as blood stains the canvas. Morgan hits the ropes, coming back and delivering a stiff basement dropkick to the side of the big man’s head before scrambling in for a cover, but before the referee can even get his gloves on and drop into position, Descarrilado launches Morgan off of him with a roar and a kick out.

Morgan is on her feet, not shocked at all that Tren is rising to his own, though she does seem a little perturbed by the bloodied grin and crazed eyes that the monster is giving her now. The big man twists his head to each side, a loud pop echoing as he comes forward. Morgan grits her teeth and clenches her fists, looking for an opening. Descarrilado has no guard up, but she isn't stupid. The man would absorb pretty much any strike she threw at him, and if he got his hands on her, she’d be in serious trouble. She sprints forward, and Tren throws out his arms in an attempt to grab her, but she slides underneath his attempt and under the bottom rope to the floor. She’s looking to grab her shillelagh, and does, before turning back toward the ring only to get hit by one of the biggest Tope Con Hilo she's witnessed as Tren lands on top of her after Jumped the Tracks! Descarrilado doesn’t even go for a pin, dragging Morgan to her feet before slamming her face first into the barricade. The crowd at ringside gasps as Tren slams her face down again, and goes for a third, but Payne gets her hands down at the last moment, stopping the impact and forcing her way out of his grip. She backs up, fingertips momentarily brushing at something on her face, and her fingertips come back red. She’s got a cut under her left eye, and it’s bleeding pretty good. Tren lunges, but Morgan rolls past him, grabbing her club and turning in a backswing to catch Descarillado on the jaw with a huge strike that causes him to stumble sideways into the barricade. Morgan advances, raising the club over her head to bring it down again, but suddenly something stops her momentum. She turns, and Katelin Arnett is there, having caught the club before Payne could swing. Morgan raises a fist, but she’s stopped by thick fingers in her hair yanking her backwards. Tren catches her against him, bringing a heavy overhand strike down across her chest, causing the Pittsburgh native to crumple from the force of the blow. Tren yells something at Katelin, who nods and immediately walks past the two of them and heads up the ramp. He leans down to pick Payne up, and immediately stumbles backwards, hand over his face. He growls, turning toward Morgan who is on her feet with a shit eating grin of her own. The big man lowers his hand, eye already red from where Morgan had thumbed him.

Tren comes at her with a roar, but Payne’s ready, and she rolls over the barricade and into the first row! She’s yelling at the people in the crowd to move as Descarrilado throws one leg up over the barricade, followed by the other, and it’s at this point the fans do scatter. Morgan grabs a chair, swinging it over hand at Tren’s head, but the monster just throws an arm up, blocking the blow that would’ve dropped anyone else to their knees as if it were little more than an inconvenience. Morgan stumbles, tripping on something on the floor, and Tren lunges, grabbing her by the throat and lifting her up before grabbing one of her thighs to hold her up over his head. She strikes at his elbow with her hands, but the demented monster just turns and slams her downward through the chairs in the front row. He lifts her by the back of her sports bra and shorts, and tosses her back over the barricade, climbing over to follow before tossing her back up into the ring. He rubs at his eye before shaking his head and rolling into the ring. He takes off at a run, hitting the ropes and coming back for a big boot but Morgan dives, shoulder first, into his knee, yanking his leg out from under him and causing him to flip forward, landing on the top of his head and crumpling in a heap. She gets up, rubbing her shoulder before looking down at Descarrilado, who is already beginning to stir. She pulls him to his feet, pushing him into the corner to get him seated on the top rope, bridging him over her shoulders to wobble out to the middle of the ring and deliver Dahntahn Afta Dahk! She rolls him up, and the referee dives in.

One!

Two!!

THRE--NO!!

Eric Lee grabs Morgan by the ankle, yanking her out of the ring to execute Whispers in the Dark on the floor! He picks her up, and throws her back into the ring, just as Tren is beginning the stir. The referee begins to count, but Tren gets back to his feet at the nine count. He looks down at Morgan, then back up the ramp at Eric Lee, his face full of rage, before picking Payne up and delivering Bullet Train to Hell before covering her, earning the three count and the victory.

Roger Arden: HERE IS YOUR WINNER!! TREN…”TRAIN WRECK”...DESCARRILADO!

Nick Hanson: With a big thanks to Eric Lee, it seems! He had no business being out here!

Matt Salvatore: They got their match at Cruel Summer in two weeks, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Yeah but he didn’t need to come out and ruin what was one hell of a match here tonight!

Matt Salvatore: Maybe he wanted to make sure Morgan didn’t get too banged up before he gets at her?

Nick Hanson: Oh, by dropping her on her head on the floor? How considerate!

Matt Salvatore: Chill pill, Nick. Swallow that shit

Winner: Tren Descarrilado
Result: Pinfall
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The typically vibrant Collision broadcast takes on a black-and-white grainy aesthetic straight out of the 1930s. The analog appearance is further realized with scratches and tiny dots that dance across the screen over a dull audible buzz. The green screen effect shows a fireplace while one white chair rests in front of a closed window where a desaturated Cass Baumer sits in a pinstriped suit.

Cass Baumer: In the main event tonight, I team alongside the adorkable NFW World Heavyweight Champion Danni Anderson and Filth Parade-certified Dona Rotten. The two of them are some of the most talented individuals in the entire world right now who aren’t afraid to speak their minds! Who are we up against, though? Three members of the Kingdom: Jasmine Matthews blocked. Sativa protected her account, then force unfollowed. Christina couldn’t keep my name out her mouth even before this match was made official, even though I want Lilith back just the same as she does.

The intimate fireside chat continues as Cass crosses her right leg over the other to reveal her loafers.

Cass Baumer: That’s surface-level bullshit I’ve said before, though! Let’s dig deeper!

A wicked smirk stretches across The Headliner’s face as she rubs her hands together.

Cass Baumer: Sativa lorded atop the main event scene of Collision for three hundred and seventy-two days, then had the gall to call her reign boring! She embarrassed each opponent who stepped to her throne with a barrage of insults, but the moment Danni dropped that Altitude Drop Heaven’s Dream double rotation moonsault at the end of Reckoning Day, Nevaeh’’s been neutered like her sphynx.

Cass says the words quickly, New Zealand accent strong.

Cass Baumer: Oh, don’t believe me? Here’s a citation, then: On the Collision after Reckoning Day, she tried to spin the loss into a new start. She was gonna ‘go back to her roots,’ we’ve heard it all before. She shouted for us to watch what she does next! So I did. The week after that, she double-teamed Azurine after a match she wasn’t involved in ‘cause God forbid the Calendar Princess gets time to celebrate her well-earned victory! Then she lost the week after to SACTAP thanks to distraction. Finally, she celebrated with Christina after her win at Collision #83. That’s it. That’s her whole night. #SativaIsOverParty. Once the illustrious holder of five championships, she’s now delegated to has-been as Christina rises to become the most competent Kingdom member of the group! Sad!

The static continues to buzz as the colorless Cass stands off from the chair and starts to walk closer to the camera.

Cass Baumer: Yes, Christina Olson’s doing great! She’s earned the number one contendership for the prize Sativa dropped. Frankly, I’m excited to see Christina and Danni fight. It’s an unexpected twist, but I’m here for it! She’s a fantastic competitor, and I’ve made no secret that I respect all three opponent’s in-ring abilities. Here’s the rub, though: She’s not mentally 100%. Everyone can tell. The possession of her Bloody Fairytale teammate left her in shambles, and she knows Lil won’t be there to cheer for her anymore. Arianrhod stands as a reminder that shit’s different, and it’s affected all of ‘em differently. None more than Christina, though.

The last few words come across sad and deliberate, a regretful pang in her delivery.

Cass Baumer: Finally, we’ve got Jasmine who runs the Kingdom from the start yet watches as her two more successful teammates surpass her in every single way. Even Moe Renhuan and Lluvia Cane are about to fight for the NFW Tag Team Championships under the name Queen’s Guard at Cruel Summer, but all Jasmine’s got comin’ is a beating by yours truly! Sure, she’s the NFW Silver Mountain Champ, and I’ve gotta respect that hustle, but otherwise, she’s a bottom of the bracket angsty tryhard who somehow convinced the others she deserves to top — and yes, how I said that is intentional! All of her underlings lose themselves under the groupthink mentality of Jasmine’s making, and I can’t wait to snipe her off her ivory tower just like what happened to Sativa! Then she’ll talk about how she wants to ‘return to her roots’ like Sativa did, spin the loss into this liberating moment of clarity, but we’ll all know it happened ‘cause she underestimated me!! We’ll all know she’s lost it all! We’ll all know she’s nothing without the Kingdom!!!

As she shouts and her face contorts, the screen starts to glitch like an old VHS tape.

Cass Baumer: All three of them will underestimate us, but for as much as I talk shit, I don’t underestimate them. All three are talented athletes capable of great things in the ring. It’s been proven time and time again. Put them all together? Near unstoppable force! But I don’t think they’ve got the same motivation as we got tonight. This version of Sativa can’t take the heat of the spotlight, and Christina doesn’t care about this bout enough to give it her all. With Jasmine at the forefront, I know we’ve got what it takes to eviscerate the competition to send the message that the Kingdom’s reign of terror over NFW ain’t just over — it’ll never happen again!!!

With that, the fireside chat glitches out completely.

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===MAIN EVENT===
Six Person Tag Team Match
Danni Anderson, Cass Baumer, Dona Rotten v. The Kingdom (Jasmine Matthews, Christina Olson, Sativa Nevaeh)

From the beginning bell, things started off friendly enough as the audience witnessed the two that would headline Cruel Summer event start off. Christina Olson and Danni Anderson: a pair of friends who were just ready for friendly competition. The two women shook hands, cupping their hands over each other’s and circled around the mat. Olson and Anderson locked up clean and jarred for dominance. Olson got a wristlock in on Anderson but Anderson was able to twist out of it and lock on a rear waistlock. Olson slipped free and rotated around, putting a waistlock on of her own. She went for a German Suplex but Anderson blocked with her leg and tucked forward, rolling Christina up into an early cover that the Firestarter kicked out of. Olson looked a little shaken up at the technique of Anderson but she gave a nod of approval, garnering a smile from her friend. They circled and locked up again, putting each other’s chain wrestling and technical prowess to the test, exchanging armdrags, hurricanranas and tilt-a-whirls. Jasmine Matthews and Sativa Nevaeh stood at their corner, cheering Christina on while Cass Baumer cheered on Danni. Dona Rotten looked like she just wanted to get in and fight; gripping the tag rope and watching the exchange with intensity in her eyes. She got her chance when Christina Olson got a brief upper hand and tossed Danni Anderson into her corner with a monkey flip. As the Heavyweight Champion pulled herself up, she put her hand on the top rope which Dona Rotten quickly used to tag herself in. Christina got to her feet and was turning as Dona rushed into the ring, looking damn near blood drunk and drilled into her ribs with a stiff kick. Grace and technique went out the window as Dona just started laying into Olson with straight up shots and forearms. It wasn’t unreciprocated, however, as it served to bring out Olson’s strikes - what she was more known for. Dona still had the power advantage, bouncing Olson off the ropes and powerslamming her into the mat before picking her up for a DDT and a two count that saw Jasmine Matthews run in and boot Dona in the back of the head to break up.

This got Cass Baumer yelling to the ref to get Matthews out and the Queen of the Kingdom shoved past the ref, spreading her arms, gloating while spewing obscenities at her Cruel Summer challenger. Words flew back and forth before the referee was able to get Jasmine out before Christina Olson tagged her right back in after hitting a backstabber on Dona when she tried to come up on Jasmine from behind. The Kingdom was in control now with Jasmine booting Dona in the head, grabbing her by the hair to say some words and slapping her in the face. Matthews followed up with some knife edge chops before going for an Irish whip but Dona reversed it, throwing her into the ropes but Jasmine turned things right back around with a Spear, taking her to the mat. Cover and a two count goes to Jasmine Matthews and the Fanged Rose immediately holds the Scream Queen down and starts driving knees into her ribs. She pulled Dona up to her feet, dragging her over to tag in Sativa Nevaeh, telling her to come in there and get her some. The ref started calling for Jasmine to get out of the ring as she and Sativa picked Dona up, delivering a Magic Killer before Matthews exited the ring. Sativa kept up the offense on Dona with stiff strikes and fast aerial attacks, springing off of the ropes with hurricanranas and missile dropkicks to keep her from garnering a comeback. Dona showed resilience, however, and refused to stay down, even if she was slowing. Everything Sativa threw at her, Dona answered back a devastating maneuver of her own. Lariats, DDTs and just straight brawling kept Dona alive to the point that Sativa was going for Leaf In The Wind when she didn’t see Dona make it to her feet. As she went for the jump and flip, Dona left the mat and nailed Sativa with a dropkick out of mid air, bringing the momentum both to a dead halt. It gave Dona the breather she needed to start crawling to her corner while Sativa crawled towards her. Sativa made the tag first, to Christina Olson but as the Firestarter came running for Dona, she leapt and hot tagged Cass Baumer.

The Headliner slingshotted herself over the ropes, coming in with a double axe handle, flooring Christina. Jasmine Matthews rushed the ring and ate a Big Boot from Baumer for her troubles. Olson was up on her feet again and whipped Baumer into the ropes but the Headliner came back with a flying crossbody block. Baumer jumped to her feet and came in at Matthews again, basement dropkicking her back to the mat and sending her rolling out of the ring. As she got up to her feet again, she turned to catch Sativa Nevaeh on the apron, possibly looking for a springboard attack but Baumer hit the ropes and threw herself through the ropes into Sativa, delivering Fly By Night! Both women went crashing into the barricade with Nevaeh cushioning the impact for Baumer. This all gave Christina Olson enough time to recover while Baumer was getting up and the Firestarter, less friendly to Baumer than she was to Danni Anderson, slid out of the ring and started taking the fight around ringside, smashing her into the guardrail and the ring steps. Jasmine Matthews recovered outside the ring and moved in to lend her Kingdom colleague a hand. It turned into a two on one against Baumer as they beat her around ringside but as they made it around towards her team’s corner, Dona Rotten jumped in on the fight, grabbing Christina Olson by the hair and started laying in the shots to her. Things started turning around for Dona and Baumer before Sativa Nevaeh was back up and made a surprise rush into the fray by hitting a rear hurricanrana on Dona, spiking her into the padded floor. It was three on one now in the Kingdom’s favor until they looked up just in time to see Danni Anderson had climbed onto the top turnbuckle, looking adorably angry at the numbers game and flung herself off the top with a Torpedo Plancha taking down EVERYONE at ringside and garnering a “Semper Fairy” chant from the crowd.

The countout had started and was well over half way by the time Danni got to her feet, physically grabbing Baumer and shoving her back into the ring. After a moment of thought, she also picked up Christina Olson and shoved her into the ring as well, effectively stopping the count. Baumer shrugged her hands at Danni and the Heavyweight Champion just shrugged back innocently. It was clear she didn’t want a countout win. Olson used the distraction to dropkick Baumer right into the corner then and Danni tagged herself in. This time, she and Christina went at each other with more of their strikes than their technical offense. There was getting to be a little bit of heat between the two with Christina using her forearms to clobber Danni only for Danni to come back with stiff chops to the chest. Christina went for a spinning heel kick that Danni slipped underneath and sent her back with a German Suplex that sent Olson rolling into her own corner. Sativa Nevaeh flung herself over, reaching down to slap her partner on the shoulder. Darth Ganja popped up, hitting a Springboard Forearm, rocking Danni backwards across the mat. As she pulled herself up, Dona Rotten tagged in again and came barreling in at Sativa but dipped under a discus knife edge chop from her and charged right to the Kingdom’s corner, wall checking Jasmine Matthews right off of the apron and simultaneously getting a hip smash in on Christina Olson as she sat in the corner. She spun around, ducking a charge from Sativa and nailed her in the gut, followed by a quick DDT. Dona looked like she was starting to call for The Chainsaw Kick but just as Sativa was in prime position, Christina Olson ran in from the side and delivered a stiff Superkick that staggered her. Jasmine Matthews, meanwhile, snuck around ringside and snatched Cass Baumer’s foot off the apron, bringing her down and running her into the steel steps. Christina Olson slid out of the ring then where Danni Anderson was recovering and pinned the champion against the barricade while Nevaeh made it to her feet and caught Dona Rotten with GOT ‘EM! Dona sprung back up in a daze, stumbling back into the ropes and going for a desperation forearm. Sativa ducked under it and nailed her with a gut kick followed by BLITZED! Sativa followed through, not only holding for the pin but held onto Dona’s legs as she got to her feet and flipped herself over into a bridge, laying her weight over Dona’s body to hold her down more. She arched her back, aiming a pair of middle fingers at the rest of the opposing team as the ref counted the pinfall. 1...2...3!

Roger Arden: HERE ARE YOUR WINNERS….THEEEEEEE KINGDOOOOOOOMMMM!!!!!

Matt Salvatore: That’s what I call a win, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Can’t knock them for teamwork! Is this a sign of what’s to come at Cruel Summer?

Matt Salvatore: Well, if you ask me, I got three words for you: Behol---

Nick Hanson: Behold The Kingdom. Yeah yeah, I know. Anyway folks, that’s our show for the night. We hope you enjoyed it. Don’t miss our Aftershock this Saturday! Trauma goes down on Tuesday and the week after that, the Collision brand takes things to Laguna Beach, California. It’s gonna be a Cruel Summer! So long everyone!

Winners: The Kingdom
Result: Pinfall
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Winners
Match #1. Remi Fontained def. HEIDI via DQ
Match #2. Teresa Duke def. Layla Diaz via Pinfall
Match #3. The Brothers Drake def. Tanahashi & North via Pinfall
Match #4. Vanita Thompson def. Layla Aishe via Pinfall
Match #5. Tren Descarrilado def. Morgan Payne via Pinfall
Match #6.The Kingdom def. Baumer, Anderson and Rotten via Pinfall