NFW Collision #85 - Chicago, IL! 10/20/2020!

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome ladies and gentlemen! We are live back in the Collision Center for, that’s right, NFW Collision! This is Episode #85 and we’ve got one hell of a lineup for you folks!

Matt Salvatore: That’s right, Nick! We’ve got our main event: the Silver Mountain Champion will be in action. A non-title match against “The Cub” Kamila Rose! We’ve also got the Thick Girls Club taking on the Brothers Drake in tag team action! We’ll see the NFW in-ring return of Jasmine Matthews as she takes on a face, familiar to the wrestling world, but new to the New Frontier. It’s the Queen of the Kingdom versus Milisandre Crowthorne!

Nick Hanson: Matt, she had one hell of a showing, Crowthorne, during the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament. She was the designated tag team partner for Sela Rica-Lark during the tag team prelims. This will be her first singles match under our banner and what a test she has! We’ll also be seeing Lilith Meadows of The Kingdom’s Bloody Fairytale squaring up with one half of the Tag Team Champions, Second City Riot Squad’s Leah Aguero. As we learned recently, those two teams will be meeting up, along with Sylenth1 at WrestleWar 17 with the titles on the line. Call tonight a little preview, what have you! Then we have “The Rebel” Jenn Drew, making her Collision debut against “The Adorkable Angel” Azurine Vebbins!

Matt Salvatore: Can’t wait for that one, Nick. We’ll also be hearing from Collision’s General Manager, Luthor Callaway. He has a big announcement concerning the World Heavyweight Championship match at WrestleWar. I’m sure the champion, Danni Anderson, will be keeping her ear to the ground on that one. However! Starting the card off, we’ll be seeing Shantae Ramet making her debut against the returning Amelia Abernathy.

Nick Hanson: So we do have to put up with her for a whole year?

Matt Salvatore: Hey now, she’s an aspiring new talent.

Nick Hanson: She’s had some choice words about the business, Matt. I’d think you of all people would take exception to them!

Matt Salvatore: Ah, she just needs to find her feet, Nick.

Nick Hanson: If you say so. We’ll see. Well, buckle down folks, this ride is about to start! We’ve got all that and more. Collision, Episode #85 starts NOW!!!
We open up backstage at the Collision Center, in the area normally set aside for interviews. The area is void of Josh Davison, the lead interviewer for NFW. Standing in the area, alone, is a hooded figure. The hooded jacket looks to almost be shredded or made out of strands of solid, malleable, ink. They stand there, still as a statue, dragging the moment out. Finally, they speak. Their voice comes out sounding as if it was both normal and as if they were speaking underwater.

Milisandre: Tonight is my official return to this business. I consider those tag team matches during the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament to be warm-ups. Readjusting for tonight.

Milisandre raises a hand and pushes the hood of her jacket back. Her brown hair is loose around her shoulders. That black, almost ritualistic makeup, on her face. She stares somewhat vacantly into the camera.

Milisandre: Tonight I face someone I actually like. The loved one of my closest friends. I will not take joy in what happens. I will do what I must. What he wants me to do, spread his message.

Milisandre stands silent and still again. She tilts her head to the side as if listening to someone, or something, only she can hear. She nods her head almost imperceptibly.

Milisandre: Do not worry, Jansen Myrrh. He Who Lies Dreaming has not forgotten about you. He still has plans for you. But you must be patient. You were the first marked. Your time is accounted for. Your meeting arranged. But it will come when he is ready. Nothing you can do can hasten that meeting. You can take your jabs on social media. Make your threats. But The Great Dreamer shall decide when you get your moment before him.

A soft chuckle, the first show of emotion ever seen from Milisandre, echoes hollow and mirthlessly from her frame.

Milisandre: But Jasmine, The Matthews family legacy, do not think I am overlooking you. You and I are similar. We are both former top champions. You come from a family of champions. A family with a great legacy, and a dark secret. Do not worry, I do not plan to go in-depth into it. Nor will I try to exploit it as others who claimed my beliefs have tried to. I do not need to put on some farcical mask only to run away shortly after.

Milisandre smirks, the second show of emotion, and reaches up to pull her hood back over her head.

Milisandre: Tonight we will see what will come out on top. Legacy or Destiny. Blood or ‘faith.’ Something hardly any other opponent would get I will give you. I wish you luck tonight. I know you will scoff and think you do not need it. But it is the sentiment that I am passing on. I like you. I really do. You made my friend happy when she needed it most. I do not, nor will not, take pleasure in what I have to do to win and spread his message. I am a messenger. Are you prepared to hear his message?

The scene goes to static for just a moment, the blink of an eye really, and Milisandre is gone. The interview area is empty. The scene goes to static again before cutting to Nick Hanson and Matt Salvatore at ringside.

Opening Contest 

Amelia Abernathy v. Shantae Ramet

As soon as the bell rings, Shantae comes forward to lock up and Amelia scurries to the ropes and slips between the top and middle yelling at the ref to keep the mummy girl back. Shantae is not happy about the crack and uses her long legs to hit a kick to the midsection of Amelia. This brought Red up to the apron and Shantae started yelling at him as the ref tried to get him off the apron. Amelia took advantage and delivered a clubbing blow to the back. She follows up with a back rake, then takes Shantae down with a hair pull backbreaker. Amelia covers, but only gets a 1 count. She tells the ref to count faster, pulls Shantae up and delivers a hard slap across the face. Amelia runs to the ropes and comes back for a clothesline, but Shantate catches her with a hip toss and a dropkick right to the back. Shantae covers and gets a 1 count, but she stays on the attack with a big DDT. Shantae goes to the ropes and looks to come back, but Red reaches in and trips Shantae up. Shantae is again furious and starts yelling at Red allowing Amelia time to recover. Amelia slowly gets to her feet, smiles and catches Shantae with the roll up of doom.

Amelia is in complete shock when Shantae kicks out and she immediately starts yelling at the ref accusing him of trying to screw her over and cost her this match. She starts yelling at he was paid off by some jealous person, and if he really needed the money she should have come to him. Shantae Ramet has been on her feet for awhile now, just letting Amelia yell for awhile. Amelia then seems to realize it has been a bit, looks back over her shoulder and tries to run to the ropes, but Shantae catches Amelia and delivers a belly to back suplex. Amelia stumbles up to her feet and catches a big German suplex from Shantae as she shows off her power a bit. Shantae delivers a bell clap to rock Amelia, then connects with the big back to back backbreaker. Shantae makes the cover.

Shantae, the ref, red, and the crowd are all shocked when Amelia kicks out, but Shantae gets over it soon. Goes to the corner and gets set for Rasengan. Amelia starts to slowly stand and Shantae charges, only to destroy the ref as Amelia pulls them into the way at the last second. Shantae is in shock as the ref crumbles down in front of her. She’s even more in shock when she’s levelled from behind by a clothesline from Red. Amelia uses the ropes to get to her feet and smiles when she sees Red in the ring. Red pulls Shantae up and Amelia delivers another slap to her face before Red hits her with a ring shaking spinebuster. He goes to get out of the ring, but she tells him no, get the ref. She slowly pulls Shantae up as Red slides out and shakes the ref to wake them just in time to see Amelia connect with Feel My Pain and cover Shantae for the pin.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: The winner of the match as a result of a Pin fall… AMELIA ABERNATHY!

Nick Hanson: What a well earned win that was. Seriously, how did the ref not throw that giant bastard out? He should have been sent to the back at least seven times.

Matt Salvatore: Do you want to send him to the back? You don’t have to like it, but Amelia Abernathy got the win, and to some people that is all that matters.

As the fans loudly boo, Amelia Abernathy stands and smiles, waving at them. When the ref tries to raise her hand, she pulls it away and says only Red can raise her hand in victory.

Result: Pinfall

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As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age burst through the crackling arena speakers, the crowd stand to their feet in anticipation! A billow of dry ice swirls and mingles with the blue-grey spotlight beaming down at the entryway. The shot slowly descends, gradually revealing an intense Cass Baumer absent of her typically playful smirk. The boisterous audience pours down appreciation while the Headliner defiantly struts down the aisle in a silver-blue leather jacket. As she nears the center of the clearing, she rounds the turnbuckle and collects a microphone from an NFW official.

"Smooth Sailing" continues while Baumer slides into the ring. The palpable cheers grow in intensity as she bounces back to her feet and mounts the ropes, raising the microphone with pride as she answers the visceral reaction of the crowd with a guttural shout of her own!

Cass Baumer: Let’s keep moving!

She pauses.

Cass Baumer: That’s what newly reelected New Zealand Prime Minister Jacinda Ardern always says, and while that applies to what a lot of us are going through around the world right now, I can’t help but take the words to heart when it comes to what’s happening to me here in NFW.

Cassandra briefly smiles at the thought.

Cass Baumer: I pocketed fifteen points in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament. That’s tied for the second-highest score of the entire series. It didn’t end like I wanted, but that’s what it’s been like this whole year, yeah? Hell, that’s how it’s been my whole career, and I haven’t let that shit stop me yet. I’m in this for a long haul, and I ain’t surrendering. Just like my country, I’ll keep moving. And I’ll keep climbin’ ‘til this body of mine can’t! Hear me?!

She takes a deep breath, hanging on the syllable for a moment.

Cass Baumer: Minoru walked out of the finale with the Silver Mountain Championship. No doubt he deserves it, too. He’s a great fighter, but I’ve gotta be real with ya guys: As much as he might like to pretend, he was never the underdog. All the talk about how he has to struggle to show he deserved that title is straight bullshit brought into the world by jackasses who don’t have better things to do. He’s won two titles in the past three months or so, and he oughta be proud. Now he’s got that target on his back, eh? I’m sure a few people, Morgan Payne included, already got him in their sights. All they’ve gotta do is pull the trigger.

The audience applauds the show of respect for Minoru as she flashes a pair of finger guns to the camera with a knowing wink.

Cass Baumer: She’ll be right, though. On December 15th, it’s time for Wrestle War XVII. The Silver Rush Rumble is calling my name, and there WILL be a day when the Headliner becomes a two-time Silver Mountain Champion that NFW ‘ll be proud of!

The mob erupts in roars of praise as Cass swings back her head and raises the microphone to the rafters for the fans to shout her catchphrase in unison.

Cass Baumer: Confirmed!

Crowd: Confirmed!

With that, Cass leaves the ring and exits through the curtain.
Minoru Tanahashi: I DON’T WANT A NAKED HUG!

As we cut backstage, those strange words come as a scream from Minoru Tanahashi who is in full on sprint mode with a rather round and very naked gentleman running behind him. He looks ahead straining his eyes as he sees a familiar face

Minoru Tanahashi: KYLE! GET SECURITY NOW!

Kyle’s faces goes pale as he sees Minoru and his pursuer, but he nods, turns and runs off. Minoru comes around the corner and runs ahead, crashing past several crew members. He sees security coming, drops down and lets the two rather large men tackle the other large gentleman who isn’t wearing any kind of clothing. Minoru shudders, takes off his jacket and drapes it over the big man.

Minoru Tanahashi: Uhm, he can go ahead and keep that. It and the restraining order will be nice collectibles.

Security chuckles a bit as they haul the guy off. Minoru turns, sees Kyle and gives him a thumbs up.

Kyle: What in the World was that about?

Minoru Tanahashi: That was a very eager, very strange, most likely normally shy so he took some drugs to get the courage to try and meet me, then went nuts and got naked. Which is why drugs are bad Kyle. You know, outside of the safety of your own home with people you trust to make sure you don’t do anything crazy.

Minoru looks at Kyle, gives a slight shrug and smirks before he turns towards the camera.

Kyle: You know you just said that live, right?

Minoru Tanahashi: Oh, I know Kyle. I have been live for the past few minutes, and the camera has been focused on me the whole time. Including while I was trying to escape a deranged fat bastard look alike, but could only run so fast because this jackass insisted on running backwards to keep freaking recording my trauma.

Minoru looks right into the camera and points, straight through the camera and to the man behind it.

Minoru Tanahashi: I should have just ran your ass over, but I’m a nice guy. Plus, I still need you. Remember what we were doing before the large naked man burst out of the closet?

The camera shakes as the man behind it nods.

Minoru Tanahashi: Good, then we can begin. Although, first let me do one thing.

He reaches back and undoes the strap of his newly won Silver Mountain Title and takes a few deep breaths before he places it on his right shoulder, making sure not to cover up his new Black Lion Bomb T-Shirt that is available now.

Minoru Tanahashi: Whooo, that is one beautiful title, but there’s a reason you don’t wear them in the ring or working out. That thing can restrict the breathing a bit. I certainly wasn’t planning on a terrifying run through the arena halls before my match, but well at least I am good and warmed up.

Minoru stops for a second, takes a few more deep breaths and then grabs a water. He takes a few swigs, closes it up and looks back to the camera.

Minoru Tanahashi: It’s good too, because I’m not expecting an easy test. I know there’s some who would think it’s a warm up match or something. Her record isn’t spectacular, she’s been off for awhile, and I just won a title.

Minoru smiles and chuckles a bit as he pats the title.

Minoru Tanahashi: That’s where I was when I started my strange little journey to winning this title. Seesaw record, coming back after time off and I beat a top contender to get myself a little recognition, kept having solid matches, got myself a pay per view win, went to the title, defeated that same top contender who was now a champion, earned, that’s right assholes, I said earned because I damn sure did no matter what comes spewing from your semen traps. Did all that and now I stand here as the Silver Mountain Lion. Kamilla, she has a way easier path, she wins tonight, she’s worthy of a title shot on the next damn show. If people don’t like that, too bad, if you beat a champion, you got a championship match.

Minoru smirks again, cracks his neck and looks down at the title.

Minoru Tanahashi: She very well could do that tonight. You can say she’s had time off, but that means she has had time to rest and heal some of those nagging minoru injuries that every damn wrestler has. I’ve had more ring time in the last month for sure, so cardio is probably in my favor, but she’s had recovery time so far less beat up then me. Still, one thing she ain’t, is the champion. On my road to this, I went on a pretty damn good winning streak and I intend to keep that going tonight and the next show and the next and all the way on up to and far past Wrestler War Seventeen.

Minoru puts the title back around his waist and takes a few steps back.

Minoru Tanahashi: A few days ago when I tweeted that I am damn proud to be the Silver Mountain Title, I didn’t do it just because some jackasses were talking crap, I did it because I want everyone to know how hard I pushed myself to win this title and that I will push even harder to keep it. I went into the tournament looking to win it all no doubt, but there was a secondary mission, one a little more personal. I wanted to prove that I am indeed a damn good professional wrestler. I think I have done that, but there will always be someone else I have to prove it to. Tonight, either Kamilla Rose already knows, or she’s gonna find out real fast/.

Minoru stretches out his arms to show off both the belt and his brand new t-shirt before we fade to black.
“Marionette” by Flyleaf begins to play as the stage pulses with purple strobe lights and Jenn Drew walks out from behind the curtain. She skips her way down to the ring, the reaction from the crowd a bit of a mixed bag of cheers and boos. She hops up onto the ring apron and slides into the ring before getting to her feet and asking for a microphone. She stands there in the middle of the ring, waiting for the crowd to die down a little before she begins to speak.

Jenn Drew: Tonight is my official Collision debut after coming into this company as just a simple guest for the Vlad Blackheart Tournament. The brass were so impressed with my performance in that tournament and in the ladder match at the Finals Event that they knew greatness was at hand with me and knew they had to sign me to a contract. That was just smart business on their end. It’s been over two years since I’ve wrestled consistently somewhere and well, NFW is on fire right now, so why not bring my talents here.

Jenn smiles as she walks around the ring a little bit, looking out at the crowd before stopping rampside and hopping up so she’s sitting on the middle rope with her free hand holding onto the top so she can keep her balance. She looks right up at the ramp, her expression now becoming more focused than cheery and happy.

Jenn Drew: Brody and Calloway decided they wanted to sign me to Collision, make the red brand better just by my presence on the show. And what do they give me for my first match here, some weird woman who has an even weirder accent in Azurine Vebbins. My question to them is a simple one. Are you trying to put this poor girl in danger against someone like me? Just look at my past, folks, I’m willing to do whatever it takes to walk out victorious. If that means snapping a bone, so be it. I don’t care. The only person I care about in this business is me. I don’t have friends, but I sure as hell have a ton of enemies. And I’m sure more will be made here on Collision as time rolls on. Love me, hate me, cheer me, boo me, I don’t care. At the end of the day, anyone who steps into this ring with me will ultimately face their Curtain Call.

Jenn slides off the ropes and back onto her feet as she drops the microphone and she walks over to her corner as she waits for Azurine to make her way down to the ring and their match.

Match #2 - Singles

Azurine Vebbins v. Jenn Drew

Jenn and Azurine start things off by circling the ring and then locking up. Jenn breaks the lockup and goes behind on Azurine and putting her into a waistlock. Azurine is quick to reverse it though, getting Jenn trapped into a side headlock. Jenn tries to fight out of it, but eventually, she’s taken down to the mat. Azurine then uses her legs to trap Jenn with a leg scissors, but Jenn is quickly able to nip up and get out of the hold. Jenn immediately hits the ropes, leaps over Azurine who tries to trip her up before rebounding off the ropes once again and leapfrogging over Azurine. Jenn hits the ropes a third time, but this time, she’s met with a jumping knee strike that catches her right under the jaw. Jenn stumbles back, dazed from the blow as Azurine takes Jenn and delivers a snap suplex to her. Azurine continues to keep Jenn grounded as she locks Jenn into a Boston Crab. Jenn though, after being in the hold for a while finds her way to the ropes to force the break. As Azurine comes in to bring Jenn back to her feet, Jenn grabs Azurine by the tights and tosses her out to the floor. Jenn hops up to her feet and grabs the top rope. She leaps up and springboards off, delivering a corkscrew tope to Azurine and driving her back down to the floor.

Jenn picks Azurine up and tosses her back into the ring before climbing up to the top rope where she launches herself and delivers a moonsault and hooks the leg, only to get a two count. Jenn sits Azurine up and hits the ropes, charging in and delivering a knee right to the face. Jenn gets to her feet and taunts both Azurine and the crowd as she soaks in the boos from the people here in the arena. As she’s doing this, it gives Azurine enough time to recover and Azurine gets to her feet and grabs Jenn, delivering a Half Nelson Suplex and going for a cover, only for Jenn to kick out at two. Azurine immediately brings Jenn back up to her feet, but as she goes to grab Jenn to deliver Pearly Gatekeeper, Jenn rakes the eyes of Azurine before delivering a basement dropkick that takes out the legs of her opponent. Jenn then grabs Azurine and delivers a short DDT, driving Azurine’s face into the mat. She rolls Azurine over before climbing to the top rope. She steadies herself and leaps, delivering The Curtain Call and hooking the leg to get the pin.

Result: Pinfall

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Backstage, The Second City Riot Squad is walking through the halls. With Leah Aguero leading the charge, Layla Diaz and Jed Coffey are just a step behind. Both Layla Diaz and Leah Aguero are carrying their respective masks, ready to put them on for their entrance to the ring.

Jed Coffey: You ready for this, Leah? You’ve had some time away from the NFW ring.

Leah Aguero stops them all in their tracks. Pausing for a moment, she slowly turns around to the rest of her crew.

Leah Aguero: What did you say?

Jed Coffey, realizing Leah Aguero was talking with him, instead opts to look at Layla Diaz as if she had spoke up. Layla Diaz simply shakes her head disapprovingly. Jed nervously pulls his aviator sunglasses off his eyes and rests them on his head.

Jed Coffey: I was just saying. I mean, I know you’ve had matches elsewhere. You’ve had a ton of success. You’ve actually kind of found yourself. I didn’t mean any disrespect. It was just that… you know… Red and I have been involved in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament and we’ve had our fair share of tag team matches.

Leah Aguero just looks up at Jed, squarely in the eyes in distaste.

Leah Aguero: I think you should know your place and speak only with spoken to, Jed. You’re not kept around for your thoughts. You’re kept around to make your presence felt. You feeling froggy all because you had a handful of tag matches? Got a win or two? You think you’re ready to make an impact? I don’t think so. Believe me: when you’re ready, you’re ready. It’s up to you to make that choice… for yourself. Not for me. Not for Diaz. For yourself. Tonight, I make my return to NFW for the first time in what feels like forever. Diaz showed she’s ready to throw down in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament. I’m not taking anything away from her but all that is over with. It’s time to get back down to business. The NFW Management is at it again. They don’t want the Second City Riot Squad as their Tag Team Champions. They’ve made that abundantly clear when they booked us against not one but two teams. They want us to lose so bad that they outright GAVE Bloody Fairytale a title match. Why? Because they never got their rematch? Because they agreed to circumstances with Luther? Well, they’ve already shown that they can’t stand against the SCRS. We’ve beaten Lilith and Christina before and we’re going to do it again.

Jed Coffey: Might I just add that Lil was already saying on Twitter how she’s not the same person. You know, you girls beat them, she started to get really hungry all of a sudden, became A-Arod and fought in a match. Now “They” are one. They are we. You know. Like the Spice Girls, “Two becomes One”.

Leah Aguero is having none of Jed’s antics.

Leah Aguero: Let me tell you something about Lilith. She can’t change her stars. I get it. She, deep down, truly believes that she was taken over by another being. Go ahead, but you can’t change who you are. You can simply unearth who you were meant to be. I, for far too long, fought who I was because I was supposed to be the “mentor”. I was supposed to be the responsible one in this relationship with Diaz. Unfortunately, being the “responsible” one wasn’t opening the Second City Riot Squad to their full potential. No, despite the SCRS being undefeated as a team here in these parts, we’ve still yet to reach the level that we belong. Finally, I’ve embraced what I need to be. I’ve come to the realization that I shouldn’t be that “responsible” one but rather be myself.

Leah Aguero turns around to the camera.

Leah Aguero: That’s the difference between you and I, Lilith. You’re off pretending to be someone you’re not. You think come WrestleWar that you are going to take back your mantle of the “best” tag team in NFW. Spoiler Alert, Lilith. Bloody Fairytale isn’t the best tag team in NFW. You haven’t been for a long time. Sure, you and Christina hold the record for the longest reign as NFW Tag Team Champions but that is a record that is about to be shattered by Diaz and I. Tonight, you’re looking to make a statement. You think that statement is that Bloody Fairytale is one step closer to becoming the NFW Tag Team Champions with a win over me. I’m sorry to say that you will be making a statement tonight but it’s not the statement you presume. No, tonight you go one and one with one-half of the SCRS and you are going to find out first hand just what it means when we bring it straight out of the south side. You may think you’re different but deep down you’re just the same and tonight I am going to expose that. I am going to show just why the SCRS is about to become the most feared team in NFW. The Queen’s Guard found out first hand. The Skillz Vendorz found out first hand. House Crowley found out first hand. Hell, Bloody Fairytale has felt our wrath but perhaps you two are just too stupid to back down and know your place. Oh well, tonight is simply a precursor of what’s to come at WrestleWar. So, get your excuses ready as SCRS is ready to wreak havoc on your tonight and you’ll find out first hand just what it means to experience The Endgame. See you soon, Lilith… or Arianrhod… or whatever the “two” of you refer to yourself as. You’re about to get some by the SCRS by Any Means Necessary.

Leah Aguero smacks the camera out of the way as The SCRS make their way towards the entrance.
We open up inside of the locker room for The Kingdom. Inside, there’s nobody there except for one person, a blonde haired woman, Lilith Meadows. She’s looking into a mirror as she sits in a chair in the middle of the room. The camera zooms in on her as she begins to mutter something incoherently before her voice begins to get a little louder and we can start to understand her.

Lilith Meadows: Leah Aguero thinks she is tougher than us, badder than us, better than us. She thinks she is all around superior to us, don’t she?

As she finishes up, the camera turns its attention to the mirror.

Lilith Meadows: Leah will soon know, especially when we draw our bow.

The rhyming, the sinister grin, it’s all reminiscent of Arianrhod, not Lilith herself as the camera once again focuses on Lilith herself.

Lilith Meadows: We know what it’s like to change, to evolve. We recently have done that when two had to become one for both to survive. Do not preach to us, Leah what it means to be different, to be tough. Do not assume we are not ready for you and what you can do, and for the extra people that will be ringside along with you tonight. We know your game, and it ain’t havin a straight up fight, no, it’s usin numbers and cheatin your way to win, that’s the only way y’all have beaten us before.

The camera once again focuses on the mirror.

Arianrhod: Cheaters never prosper, laziness does that habit foster.

We switch back to Lilith once again.

Lilith Meadows: Tonight, we continue the march towards WrestleWar, towards the day where us and Chrissy take back what is ours and that is the NFW Tag Team Championships. Our first hurdle was Jansen and Teresa and it was a great first test back into tag team action for us, but tonight, we go alone, just you and us, Leah. Tonight, the great fans of NFW get to see what we are truly now capable of with are true potential bein realized.

Arianrhod: It’s time for us to play, soon it will be Leah we will slay!

Arianrhod lets out a sinister laugh as she brushes hair out of her face before we focus back on Lilith who reaches down into her bag. She pulls out her half masquerade mask and puts it on, flashing a wicked smirk of her own.

Lilith Meadows: Perhaps, we should let you out to play, Ari, oh how much fun that could be for us tonight, show Leah just how violent and just how brutal we can truly be. Let’s show the world what happens when the cute little Faerie channels her inner darkness and is able to control it now. With us working together, there is nothing that can stop us along with Chrissy from gettin back to the top of the mountain in the tag team division we built and carried for the longest time. The tag team division here will always be run by the two of us and nobody else. It’s just a matter of time before you, Layla, and Jed realize that Leah.

Arianrhod: Soon, they all will see, and then, they will bow at the knee.

Just as she finishes that up, there’s a knock on the door and Lilith quickly puts the mirror into her bag as Christina walks in and looks at her friend and tag team partner.

Christina Olson: Everything alright in here? I swear I heard that creepy rhyming of Arianrhod again.

Lilith looks up at Christina and flashes her a smile before standing up and walking over to her friend.

Lilith Meadows: No, everything is okay, Chrissy, we were just thinkin and finishin gettin ready for our match.

Christina Olson: Good, I don’t want her ever comin back around here again. Bitch is straight up evil and creepy.

Lilith chuckles as she pats Christina on the back and gives her a reassuring look.

Lilith Meadows: I promise she ain’t ever takin full control of us again. She would be breakin the deal the we made. Now, let’s go and shut down the riot of the Tag Team Champions, huh?

Christina nods her head as she puts an arm around the shoulders of Lilth and the two of them turn and exit the locker room as the camera fades out.

Match #3 - Singles

Leah Aguero v. Lilith Meadows

Leah Aguero and Lilith Meadows are in the ring. Jed Coffey and Layla Diaz seem to be having some type of talk with Leah before the bell rings. Christina Olson is staring daggers across the ring as Lil stretches before the bell signals the start of the match. The referee looks to both corners, but before he can call for the bell, “Big Bad Wolf” hits the speakers. The crowd boos as Jasmine Matthews comes out onto the stage. She smirks, looking down at the ring before holding a hand toward backstage and beckoning with one hand. SCRS looks confused, as does Bloody Fairytale before “Hate Train” replaces Matthew’s theme. The Queen of the Kingdom simply nods to Bloody Fairytale as Tren Descarrilado walks past her and down to the ring into Lilith’s corner. Christina looks annoyed, speaking a couple of words with Tren before she just shrugs. The referee checks both corners and calls for the bell.

Lilith and Leah start circling, both women’s eyes shifting between their opponent and the opponents corner. The lockup is quick, both women lunging forward to lock hands and lean into one another. Aguero drives a kick into the stomach of Meadows, causing the Faerie to double over, allowing the War Goddess to drop a heavy forearm down across the blonde’s shoulders. Lilith dropped to her knees, and Leah hit the ropes, coming back forward and looking for a dropkick. Meadows rolled out of the way, causing Aguero to miss and hit the mat. Lil rolled to her feet, hitting the ropes and coming sprinting back, leaping to drive an elbow into the jaw of Leah. Aguero stumbles, and Meadows drives a vicious series of forearms and elbows into the face of her opponent. Leah backs up against the ropes, and Lil follows. Aguero smirks, gripping Meadows by the shoulders to spin her around and press her up against the ropes before unloading a number of punches into the chest and stomach of the Kingdom’s Faerie. The referee steps in to break it up but not before Leah drives a hard elbow into Lil’s face, blood trickling from the blonde’s nose. Aguero comes back in, but Lil slips underneath, sprinting forward to hit the ropes. She comes back, ducking a clothesline attempt before hitting the ropes again. Jed reaches out a hand, grabbing Meadows by the ankle and tripping her while the referee isn’t looking. Lil falls on her face, and Aguero laughs, holding her arms out before driving a kick into the ribs of Meadows. There’s a yell from ringside as Tren Descarrilado comes around the ring, smack talking Coffey. The big man of SCRS comes forward, only to get a headbutt directly to the face from the Train Wreck! The two men begin to brawl, with Layla Diaz and Christina Olson yelling at the two of them and each other.

Back in the ring, it looks like Aguero has the momentum in this one, throwing everything she has at Meadows who continues to find ways to stay in this one. Lilith floors Aguero with a crossbody before hitting the ropes again, looking for another, but she’s interrupted by a brutal stepping big boot to the chest. Meadows cries out as Leah picks her up by the hair. Aguero kicks Lil in the stomach, doubling her over before hitting a brutal leaping axe kick that floors the former tag team champion. She makes her way to the corner, setting up for the Endgame, but falters when she sees, and hears, Tren Descarrilado roar as he drives Jed Coffey through the secondary announce table with a thunderous crash! Layla Diaz comes running toward him, but Descarrilado grabs Christina Olson by the back of her shirt and waist and launches her forward in a spear which levels Diaz! Aguero turns back toward the ring just in time for Lil to hit The Dreaming! Leah roars, pushing back up onto her feet, but she’s on wobbly legs as Meadows slides between her legs before rolling Aguero up into a tight pin to gain the three count! Christina and Tren slide into the ring as “Reign of the Dark” begins to play, Chrissy checking on Lil and Tren standing guard as Jed and Layla pull Leah out of the ring. Descarrilado and Coffey continue taunting one another as the camera cuts away from the ring.

Result: Pinfall

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Collision returns from a commercial break, just in time to catch the opening to Ra’s “Fallen Angels” playing as Damon Cross steps out onto the stage. The reaction from the NFW fans is a little on the mixed side, something that registers with the Black Ronin as he stands at the ramp’s apex, looking out at the masses. With a small shake of his head, the all-in-black Cross makes his way down to the ring.

Nick Hanson: Welcome back to Collision, fans!

Matt Salvatore: The people tonight are giving Damon Cross a bit of a hard time, Nick. Why do you think that is?

Nick Hanson: Maybe leftover anger from his comments at the press conference prior to the tournament, Matt? Disappointment in how his efforts turned out in the tournament itself? Your guess is as good as mine.

Matt Salvatore: Might be that, might be something else. But Cross can feel it. You can tell by looking at him.

Damon reaches the ring and ascends the steps, wiping his soles on the apron before stepping in. He continues to get a mixed reaction as he accepts the microphone, “Fallen Angels” fading out. If there is a positive, it is that the noise is loud; the fans at least care about his presence. It is the nature of the feeling that is in question. Cross brings up the microphone after a moment… but then lowers it again as though he is unsure of what he wants to say.

Nick Hanson: Yep, it’s getting to him.

His grip tightening on the stick, Damon starts to raise it again… then looks as though he might throw it down and walk.

Matt Salvatore: On the one hand, I understand his frustration. You get so close to victory in the whole tournament only to get shut down at the end. Then getting a second chance at glory only to be put down by gang warfare in the ladder match. That’s the second one he’s flubbed here in NFW.

Nick Hanson: Guess that’d put anyone down a couple pegs.

But after a deep breath, forced or otherwise, Damon takes a moment to center and finally brings up the stick.

Damon Cross: ...I deserve that.

The fans continue heaping it on; at this point, it feels as if the supportive side and the derogatory side are trying to see who can shout down the other. But when Damon speaks, it quiets a little. Some out there care what he has to say.

Damon Cross: The ladder match result should have come as no surprise. If one member of the Kingdom had not won it, another would have. The benefits of having close comrades in closer proximity. Anyone who has been part of a group in wrestling knows the benefits. Am I saying that Morgan Payne could not have won on her own? No. But we will never know in this case… will we, Tren Descarrilado and Lluvia Cane?

There is a certain bit of sharpness in Damon’s voice as he addresses Morgan’s Kingdom compatriots who, respectively, ensured that neither he or Jennifer Drew would be able to stop Payne’s ascent to the title shot. The Black Ronin smiles faintly, but it is not a friendly expression. And mention of the moment draws derision from the fans.

Damon Cross: But where it concerns Jennifer Drew? What should I call that? The Law of Averages catching up to me? Perhaps a little bit of overconfidence? Success has a way of slowing you, dulling your senses. Anyone who has been to the pinnacle in wrestling will tell you that. And just like that, after weeks of tearing through every opponent put in front of me, I was left lying as Super Tiger took hold of a destiny I had chosen for myself and who will now compete in the main event at WrestleWar… despite never beating me.

There is really no hiding the salt now; Damon is angry. But it feels as though the anger is directed at himself. Not at Tren, Lluvia, Jenn or Risa. Solely at the heart of Damon Cross himself.

Matt Salvatore: The guy could make a good case for title consideration for any belt, Nick. But what matters is who comes out on top in the end. And in both cases, Damon choked at the finish line.

Nick Hanson: You gotta ask yourself what’s worse, Matt: giving a good effort yet not quite making it to the top… or having it within reach only to lose it all in a second at the end. Even a one-sided blowout might be easier to take.

Matt Salvatore: That’s a good point.

The fans are taking this as some sort of pity party. There had been support when Damon came out, but the arena seems to be unanimously heaping it on at this point. Oddly, that brings another wry smile to his face.

Damon Cross: Suppose I deserve that, too, do I?

More boos rain down in response.

Damon Cross: You all know my past. You know how deep I have waded into the darkness to get what I want. Many of you still see me as that monster, in fact. I have never shied away from my wrongs and I won’t start now. Hell, maybe that’s the route I need to go again. Maybe I should gather some like-minded souls around me to save my hide and boost me to greater heights. Maybe I should let my inner asshole out again like so many others do, saying screw the feelings and dreams of others. What should they matter to me, right? How did Deacon Frost put it? They’re just cattle!

Anger is welling up in Cross. The fan reaction is just fanning the flames now. For a few moments, the man formerly termed the God of Ascension stands where the Black Ronin once did. The wicked-yet-handsome sneer, the fire in his dark eyes, the monster within slashing through to the surface.

Damon Cross: You’d like that, would you?

Closing his eyes, Damon lets the smile go. He takes a moment to turn in the center of the ring, looking out at the fans as he makes a full revolution. Stopping when he is facing the hard camera again, he angrily spits on the canvas, bringing the stick up once more.

Damon Cross: Well, rest assured that I don’t give a DAMN what you want. Hate me, vilify me, string me up from the highest tree… I could not give LESS of a damn. I’m here for my redemption, my ascent from the darkness to the light. And you lot of bandwagon riders and fair-weather fans? You can take your false support elsewhere. If you’re true to the cause, I welcome your support. The rest of you? Wallow in the muck with the rest of the fakers. Damon Cross is too real for the likes of you!

Throwing down the microphone, Cross drops and rolls out of the ring at the ropes as “Fallen Angels” starts up again. While there are cheers mixed in, most of the Collision Center is raining down vitriol on the Black Ronin. But he does not spare them a look as he heads up the ramp and backstage.

Nick Hanson: Frustration boiling over. At least I hope that’s all that is. I think I speak for the majority of the fans and the locker room when I say that no one wants a return to the days of the old Damon Cross.

Matt Salvatore: Even if it might serve him better in terms of his career? Let’s be real: Cross when he walked in the darkness as he said was a terror in that ring. There are several names on the roster, Collision AND Trauma, that he tore through mercilessly. I mean… there’s success to be had.

Nick Hanson: Maybe. Maybe he is already leaning that way, Matt. I hope not, but you never know.

Matt Salvatore: Time’s gonna tell that tale, Nicky.
The camera jumps from there to the backstage where Luthor Callaway stands, leaning back against his desk with his hands folded down in front of him. That sly, devilish grin on his face as he looks right into the camera.

Luthor Callaway: Well now, interesting words from Damon Cross there. I like that fire, kiddo, so I hope you’re listening because what I got to say here involves you just as it involves that little missy of yours. You know. The one we recognize as our esteemed World Heavyweight Champion.

Even as cold as the man can be sometimes. There’s no mocking in his words as he references Danni Anderson. Rather, there’s a sense of pride and respect in his tone.

Luthor Callaway: Danni, darlin’, I hope you’re listening to because this is gonna decide your plans and preparation for WrestleWar. Beginning on Episode 86 of Collision, we will host an eight member tournament that will conclude on Episode 11 of Aftershock. Those eight individuals will be none other than: Damon Cross, Jenn Drew, Jasmine Matthews, Dona Rotten, Azurine Vebbins, Asmodeus, Amelia Abernathy, and Sativa Nevaeh.

There’s a pop from the crowd in the audience as Luthor Callaway gives them a moment to settle before voicing what the fans already know.

Luthor Callaway: The winner of the tournament will, indeed, go onto WrestleWar Seventeen as the number one contender to face Danni Anderson, for the World Heavyweight Championship.

Matt Salvatore: Hey now! There we go!

Nick Hanson: That’s quite an announcement!

Matt Salvatore: Tournament season doesn’t always end with the Vlad Blackheart Memorial, Nick!

Luthor Callaway: Now then, y’all enjoy the rest of the show and to those eight names mentioned, as well as the champ herself.

He leans forward a little, grinning that wicked grin of his.

Luthor Callaway: Prepare for war.

Fade out.

Match #4 - Singles

Milisandre Crowthorne v. Jasmine Matthews

Right after the bell sounded Milisandre stepped out from her corner and was met by a charging Jasmine. Before she could react the Queen of the Kingdom took a stutter, skipping step, and caught The Antediluvian Queen across the face with Ice Cold. Jasmine stepped past as Milisandre fell to the mat. Jasmine smirked and turned to face her felled opponent to pin her and end the match quickly. She turned around just in time to watch Milisandre sit up slowly. Her back arched as Milisandre slowly pulled her upper body off the mat. She turned to look at Jasmine and canted her head to the side in curiosity. Jasmine growled and went for another kick to Milisandre’s face. The kick was caught and Jasmine was brought down as Milisandre twisted her foot and leg.

The pair got back to their feet and an odd back and forth started. Jasmine lashed out with vicious strikes. Instead of meeting them with her own, which wasn’t Milisandre’s strong suit, she matched them with suplexes and throws. Jasmine would strike and Milisandre would respond by taking her down to the mat.

The pair went back and forth like that for quite a while, neither able to get the upper hand. Finally, Milisandre got the upper hand when Jasmine went for a vicious kick only to get caught and tossed over Milisandre’s head with a capture suplex. Milisandre, ever the technician, followed that up by locking Jasmine into the Black Hole(Cattle Mutilation). Jasmine twisted and rolled, growling against the pain, to finally roll over into a sitting position causing The Antediluvian Queen to release the hold. Milisandre then stalked the Fanged Rose as she slowly made her way to her feet. When Jasmine turned to face Milisandre she was caught and Milisandre dropped back hitting the Bow Down(Double Knee face breaker). She was quick to roll Jasmine onto her back and get the three count. As her music started to play, and before the ref could raise her hand, the lights in the arena flicked on and off a couple of times. When they came back on steadily, Milisandre was gone.

Result: Pinfall

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The scene comes up ringside with the audience abuzz once more as they wait the next event. 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'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.

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'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. As their music fades, Torian and Dylan both get mics.

Torian: What is up everyone? I am NoTorian, the Notorious Dragon, I am Torian Drake. This here's my big brother. This is Double D, Dylan Drake. NFW Collision, make some noise!

The crowd reacts with applause for the two brothers.

Torian: Now today is what some people would call extra special. You see today is the first Collision after the Vlad Blackheart Memorial tournament this year. And that, ladies and gentlemen, puts us officially on the road to WrestleWar. And if you thought there was a chance the Brothers were going to miss out on this, then you ain't been paying attention to our moves.

Torian and Dylan both smirk as Dylan folds his arms across his chest.

Torian: There's this little thing we all like, it's called getting in here and putting on a show. And tonight, the show is the Brothers versus the Thick Girls Club. Hey, who doesn't appreciate a little extra in that department yea? And these girls ain't just pretty and thick, but they tore it up in the tag rounds of the previously stated Memorial Tournament. That, that right there, is more respect than almost anyone can get these days.

Torian lowers his mic as Dylan brings his up.

Dylan: You see Jansen, Teresa, we didn't come here to ogle. We came here to make an impact. We came here to prove ourselves in another world of fitness. Torian and I, we've had our struggles. We're paying dues all the way through and what you do is respectable, but we've got our own to look out for.

Torian paces the ring a bit nodding his head. Dylan continues his stoic speech.

Dylan: Tonight, whatever thoughts you had about your performances before go out the window. Tonight, The Brothers Drake start a new statement as we pave our own road to WrestleWar.

Torian brings the mic back to his mouth.

Torian: And just in case the Thick Girls aren't just thick in body but thick in mind too, let's make that even simpler. We are going to beat you tonight and we are gonna hit that overdrive button all the way to WrestleWar. It ain't a personal thing here. We just gotta do us. And one day soon we'll be holding the gold on our chests. Thick Girls Club got the chill, but we are blood. We are a bond. We fight as one mind!

Dylan: We win as one heart!

The Brothers put their fists together above them. The camera zooms in on the joined fists before the scene cuts.

Match #5 - Tag Team Match

The Brothers Drake v. Thick Girls Club

Torian Drake and Teresa Duke started the match off, locking up and jarring for position. Torian had a slight size advantage but this was the Thick Girls Club that the Brothers Drake were up against and Duke Mamacita wasn’t about to let the Infamous Dragon manhandle her around. She laid into her larger opponent with forearms, chops and big boots to the chest, rocking Torian back. This was impressive enough but then she whipped him into the ropes and as Torian attempted to come back with a big forearm, Teresa snatched him up off of his feet and drove him into the mat with a powerslam. She came up with a flex and a yell to the approving crowd before tagging in Jansen Myrrh. Myrrh was a little less positive in attitude and all about just digging into Torian with her own nasty shots; even stomping the man’s fingers with her boots. Dylan stood on the apron reaching out for his brother to try and get a tag in. Torian finally did manage so when he hit a break in Jansen’s offense and dropped her with a dropkick before crawling over to land a hot tag. 6’4” Motivator came charging in, going right for the Thick Girls Club corner and slid between Jansen and Teresa to cut the Anti-Villain off from making a tag before leveling her with a lariat straight outta hell.

Teresa Duke immediately saw the trouble brewing and rushed into the ring but Dylan came off the ropes and sent her head over heels with another lariat. Jansen was back up but right back down as Dylan nailed her with another lariat. Duke was back up and as Dylan came rushing in, she caught him with a dropkick that sent him back into the ropes. As he tried to rebound off of them at her, Jansen caught him around the leg to slow him down. This opened Teresa Duke up to hit him with a Pounce, finally knocking him off his feet. Myrrh was back up and as Dylan sat himself up, Teresa Duke and Jansen Myrrh ran off the ropes and sandwiched his head between themselves in a stereo hip attack. Teresa got out onto the apron and tagged right back in. As Dylan got up, Teresa came off the top turnbuckle with a Missile Dropkick and had things turned back around for the Thick Girls Club until Dylan tagged out to Torian again and the smaller, faster of the Brothers Drake finally started getting a head of steam behind himself. There was a roar from the crowd as the Infamous Dragon unleashed his rage. Multiple tags on both ends saw quite the mix up and heated exchanges of offense before the Brothers Drake managed to hit the big one. Dylan, the legal man, lifted Teresa up onto his shoulders as Torian climbed the turnbuckle and dove off right into her. NOTORIOUS DRAGON and Dylan spun and dropped over her for the cover as Torian popped up to his feet and acted as a barrier between Jansen and her partner in need while the ref made the three count.

Result: Pinfall

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The show returns from another commercial break, bringing us to ringside. The ring announcer is ready to announce the main event when the PA system suddenly comes alive with Hollywood Undead’s “Heart Of A Champion”. This gets a mixed reaction from the crowd as the Behold The Kingdom banner fills the tron wall.

Matt Salvatore: Whoa! Hey now! We’re expecting the main event here soon but it looks like we got some company on the way!

Nick Hanson: Well, remember Matt, we have been expecting to hear from Morgan Payne at some point tonight.

Matt Salvatore: Hey, considering circumstances, I’d call this perfect timing!

As J3T’s voice rings throughout the arena, Morgan Payne comes walking through the curtain, leisurely but at a brisk pace. Sleeveless hoodie, black fatigue pants, bloused over to the ankles of her black Doc Martens; the one often known as the Kingdom’s frontline assault walks down the ramp with a purpose in her step and a scowl on her face. She pulls her hands out of her pockets as she reaches the ring and circles around, headed towards the time keeper. Morgan moves along to the time keeper’s table and grabs a mic before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope, hopping up to her feet. She paces around in a circle on the mat, motioning a hand at her throat to cut the music.

Morgan Payne: Cut dat off.

She drops her arm and wipes a hand under her nose, continuing to pace around.

Morgan Payne: So. Here I stand. Da Vlad Blackheart Memorial has come and gone and I ain’t did what I sought out to do. Yinz wanna point and laugh, go right ahead and get it outta ya system. I’ll wait.

She drops her mic hand again, crossing her wrists down in front of her and plants her feet. The crowd doesn’t react as expected. Many of them, surprisingly, give Morgan a standing ovation. They even start a “You Did Awesome” chant. The slightest little chuckle escapes her, causing a small shake of her shoulders. Her mouth tightens and she swallows hard. She drops her head, closing her eyes and just nods a little in appreciation. She lifts her head again with a small smile on her face.

Morgan Payne: Not gonna lie, I’m a lil surprised ta hear dat. Iss appreciated but surprisin’. ‘Cause lately it seems like no matter that I do, no matter how hard I work, someone’s always gotta find somethin’ wrong. Someone’s always gotta say some shit.

Morgan pauses again and just...stares into the camera. There’s a flash of anger in her eyes but most of all she seems...hurt. Like she’s let someone down of which she never aimed to. That look is gone about as quickly as it came and she lifts the microphone again.

Morgan Payne: Nah, but yanno what? I ain’t dwellin’ on dat shit no more. Nobody ever got anywhere trynna do shit to make others happy. I learned alotta lessons this year, whether da people dat taught them meant to do so or not, but I think da most important one I learned was dat ya can’t please everyone. You might make some people happy but there’s always gonna be someone else with a bug up they ass about you. Yanno what?

She lets out a soft groaning sigh as she goes down and sits cross legged in the center of the mat, propping her microphone arm up by the elbow on her knee.

Morgan Payne: Dat’s fine wif me. ‘Cause at da end of da line, I come to find out all dat really matters is if you, yaself, are happy wif what you’ve done and yanno somethin’?

She purses her lips and nods.

Morgan Payne: Yeah, I like what I’ve achieved. Thirteen points in da Vlad Blackheart Memorial. I ain’t get da win, nah but kudos ta Supa Tiga. I see you, Tiggy. You go on and whup dat ass. Become Undisputed Champion. Me? Well, I ain’t gonna be da one facin’ Danni Anderson at WrestleWar for da Heavyweight Title. Hopes o’dat?

She makes a motion with her hand like an airplane soaring off, along with a little ‘pshew’ noise.

Morgan Payne: Gone. But hey, das cool, though, ‘cause now I got my focus somethin’ dat, honestly I want it a little more than da top belt. See, I wasn’t even gonna enter da tournament dis year. Yinz know I spoke out about not wantin’ to. However, comma...well...shit happens. Almost feels like da powers dat be above weren’t gonna accept dat from someone who actually got her foot in da door thanks in big part to Vlad Blackheart himself. So!

She rocks back, then forward, planting her feet and pushes herself up to a vertical position solely with her legs.

Morgan Payne: Maybe it’s fate dat I’m standin’ here right now, talkin’ ‘bout how I feel like I’m right where I need ta be.

She pauses, lowering the microphone just a bit as she looks around at the crowd and shrugs. When she continues, she starts with quotation marks on the other hand.

Morgan Payne: Now, ya prolly sayin’ “but Morgan! What could ya want more than da World Heavyweight Championship?! Din’t Vlad carry that for a record amount o’times?” Oh, he did. Fo’ sho, he did. But yanno what I want more? I want da title dat was named in honor of da baddest sonuvabitch to ever stand in dis ring.

Matt Salvatore: Damn right! Preach it, kid!

Morgan’s giving the center of the mat a wide berth as she walks along the ropes, addressing the audience themselves.

Morgan Payne: I want da title that Vlad’s family who came up wif da concept for and had such high hopes for, yet mothafuckas haven’t done it a lick o’honor since da great enema dis company had ‘round dis time last year. Between un-creative rules and hot potato champions who can’t hold da belt past winning it, da Silver Mountain Championship has not been elevated to da proper status it deserves! Well yanno what they be sayin’: ya want somethin’ done right? Ya gotta fuckin’ do it yourself. So then, let dis be a message to our “current champion”, Minoru Tanahashi. Mothafuckah, you wanna be a respected champion wif dat belt? Best I can give you is da respect of da best hot potato champ dat’s held it but ta earn it is up to you. ‘Cause I want you ta think real hard about our match at WrestleWar and, hopefully by next week even, please Minoru, please, for da love o’fucking GOD!!!!!! Come up wif somethin’ in dat head o’yours wif da champion’s choice stipulation da belt affords and come up wif somethin’ dat ain’t been done before. ‘Cause frankly? Da only way you’re gonna keep da Silver Mountain Championship outta my hands is by thinkin’ outta da box. Dat’s da ONLY way you’re gonna keep me from realizin’ my destiny. Yeah, I’m sayin’ it. As da goddaughter of “Easy V”, Vlad “The Impaler” Blackheart, it is my fuckin’ destiny ta go to WrestleWar and become da Silver Mountain Champion. Then I will show everyone - former champions included - exactly what da title is all...ah...bout!

Morgan tosses the microphone up in the air over her shoulder as “Heart Of A Champion” resumes over the PA system. She drops and rolls out of the ring and starts up the ramp.

Matt Salvatore: Whoa-hoa! Fucking get it, kiddo!

Nick Hanson: Strong words from the challenger to Minoru Tanahashi’s Silver Mountain Championship in December! I think she means business, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: Ya think?! She just demanded Minoru decide what their match is gonna be by next week!

Morgan stops at the top of the ramp and turns. She gives the crowd a final look with the tiniest smirk, barely visible on her face before stuffing her hands into her hoodie pockets and disappears behind the curtain as we fade to a commercial.

===Main Event===

Non Title Singles

Kamila Rose v. Minoru Tanahashi

Before the non-title main event of Kamila Rose versus Minoru Tanahashi could begin, the vocals of “Smooth Sailing” by Queens Of The Stone Age bursts through the sound system for a brief moment. Cass Baumer walks out the curtain with a folded steel chair under her arm to the delight of the crowd. Flipping it open with a stylish flourish and a flick of the wrist, she sets it at the top of the ramp with a satisfying cling. Now with a notebook on her lap, the former Silver Mountain Champion grabs the pen she tucked inside and starts to carefully observe the two inside the ring.

Once the match gets underway, Minoru and Kamila circle up and come in for a collar & elbow tie up. Minoru’s sheer size advantage allows him to push Kamila back into the corner. The ref calls for the break and he breaks clean but Kamila comes out with a cheap shot, blasting Minoru with a forearm before the ref can intervene. Minoru rolls his jaw with a grin as the fans begin to boo but he waves them down, shaking his head. ‘No, no, it’s cool. She’s alright.’ Kamila comes out of the corner, talking trash, and the two circle up again. This time, they lock up but Kam drops to a knee to keep from being pushed backwards. She slips around behind Minoru and tightly wrenches his arm into a hammerlock. Minoru slips free, gets behind Kamila and catches her in a half nelson where he delivers a half nelson suplex, essentially throwing her like a weightless rag doll across the mat. Kamila rolls back up to her feet and stumbles back into the corner but before she can gather her senses, Minoru’s already vertical and running in with a big corner clothesline. Kamila holds herself up on the ropes rather than falling to the mat but Minoru helps her stand anyway and rocks her with a knife edged chop. He lays into her with a few of these before lifting her up onto the turnbuckle. He climbs up with her, looking for a superplex but Kamila starts fighting back, throwing shots to the head. Minoru just fires back with some of his own but Kamila finally digs her nails into his eyes and sends him stumbling off the turnbuckle, back to the mat. She climbs the rest of the way up and comes leaping off with a Diving Clothesline.

It doesn’t drop the big man but it certainly rocks him and Kam’s back on her feet just as quickly. She hits the ropes and comes back in with a basement dropkick right to the knee of the Black Lion. She immediately popped up to her feet behind Minoru and delivered a shoot kick right to the man’s back. Then another, and another. Minoru started to power through them, looking like the kicks were starting to just piss him off more than anything. Still, Kamila continued throwing kicks until he caught her leg, threw it down and went for a Discus Lariat but Kamila slipped up under it and delivered a rear hurricanrana, getting a surprising amount of snap to it and spiked Minoru right into his head. This got her a two count cover but Minoru was pressing through it. A quick jump over to Cass Baumer showed the woman diligently writing down notes. Back in the ring, Kamila and Minoru continued to dish it out against one another, relying on their strengths against each other. Kamila definitely had the speed and agility in her corner while Minoru had the size, power and sheer brute force behind his blows. Kamila even managed to nail Minoru with a rear lungblower and locked him in The Black Rose but Minoru managed to drag himself over to grab the ropes. Kamila pulled him up by his hair, getting a warning from the ref in which she pie faced the official back, yelling at him to let her be. Minoru took advantage of the minor distraction and when Kamila went to whip him towards the ropes, he reversed it, sending her full force off the ropes herself and as she came rushing back, he finally nailed that discus lariat of his he’d been trying for. KABUKICHO NIGHTS!!!!! Wasting no time, the Silver Mountain Champion lifted his opponent up, delivering the BLACK LION BOMB for the pinfall.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! The Black Lion! MINORU...TANAHASHI!!!!!

Nick Hanson: Great main event, folks! We hope you enjoyed it!

Matt Salvatore: Sounds like they did, but I wonder if Cass Baumer did, as well.

Minoru Tanahashi raised his arms over his head, soaking in the praise from the crowd before he took his title from the ref. Even in a non-title match, he raised his championship over his head proudly. While all of this is happening, Cass Baumer has taken thorough notes. She stands and looks at the Silver Mountain Championship with determination, then forms the shape of the belt with her hands around her waist like an eager challenger.

The camera then jumps backstage, showing a rear-side view of Morgan Payne, watching everything on a monitor in the Kingdom locker room, arms folded over her chest with a small nod of her head. The credits roll at the bottom of the screen as we fade out on this shot. Good night everyone!

Result: Pinfall

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