NFW Aftershock #15 - Chicago, IL! 12/05/2020!

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Jimmy Bones is in the ring with a microphone in his hand. He’s wearing a neck brace, obviously the result of his match a couple of weeks ago with Jansen Myrrh.

Jimmy Bones: Jansen Myrrh, what you did...

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

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Jimmy turns around to face the ramp as Jansen Myrrh steps from the back and stalks down to the ring. Jimmy throws down the microphone because it doesn’t look like Jansen is coming to talk.

I'm pretty like a car crash

Ugly as a lullaby

You really wanna try it

Experiment on me

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She slides under the bottom rope, and Jimmy rushes over to begin laying boots to her. He pulls her up and whips her into the ropes, but when she comes back, she turns him inside out with a clothesline as the crowd pops. She looks out at the audience for a moment before looking down at Bones and leans over to unfasten his neck brace and holds it up in the air.

Jimmy gets to his feet, and Jansen goes to kick him in the balls again when Jimmy places his hand there to block the kick. He shakes a finger at her as if telling her she’s not going to get him that way this time, so Jansen slaps him across the face with the neck brace and then jams a thumb right in his eye.

Jansen reaches over, grabs his head, and then kicks him in the balls again while he’s more worried about his eye. He doubles over, and she sets him up and drops him with a Myrrh-driver.

She rolls him out of the ring as he lands outside with a thud, and she goes out after him. She pulls up the ring apron and retrieves a steel chair. She doesn’t wait for Jimmy to get to his feet before she starts to waylay him with that chair, over and over. She carries the chair around the ring and snatches a microphone, and slides back inside.

Jansen Myrrh: You know what? I’ve been waiting for the announcement. I’ve been waiting for our esteemed fucking leader to make some sort of grand announcement for the match between myself and Crotchthorne. He’s supposed to be the man around here who calls all the shots. Well, you haven’t called my shot yet, so how about you do us all a favor and make that match for tonight! I’ll take care of that bitch right fucking now.

She opens the chair up and sets it in the center of the ring, and sits down.

Jansen Myrrh: Do you even show up for Aftershock, Callaway? Well, this fucking show doesn’t move another inch until a match is made. I’m sure that bitch is slithering around backstage somewhere. Get her on out here, and let’s do this. You wanna send the joke squad out here to try and move me? Bring it. I ain’t going nowhere, goddamnit.

Without any music or video rolling, one of the curtains parts, and Luthor Callaway comes walking out from backstage with a microphone in his hand and a look on his face. Quite simply, it says ‘you’ve got some nerve’ to Jansen Myrrh.

Luthor Callaway: Now, Jan, I thought we had us a little understanding about who was in charge here. Guess I need to remind ya again.

The crowd laughs as Jansen yells without a mic, “My name’s Jansen, not Jan, you idiot!” Luthor looks down the tunnel he came from and motions for someone to step up. Out of the tunnel come Trina Tanaka, El Piso Mojado, The Soz, and the tag team Fast Food. He motions to the first three, then points to the ring.

Luthor Callaway: Get her outta the goddamn ring so we can get this show rolling.

Tanaka, Piso, and Soz all look at each other as if they’re trying to decide who’s going first. The Soz finally shrugs and just bolts down the walkway, full sprint with Trina and Piso hot on his heels. The three charge the ring, intent on carrying out the boss’ orders. Luthor stands back with Nacho Grande and French Fry flanking him as the three charge in.

Crowd: FUCK ‘EM UP, JANSEN!!!!

Jansen gets on her feet as Soz slides into the ring. She kicks the chair in his direction, and he trips over it, eating the mat as he falls face first. Piso is next as he charges her, and Jansen just grabs him behind the neck and throws him over the top rope and to the floor he goes, which leaves Trina, who pauses. She looks back at Calloway with a look on her face that says, ‘I don’t get paid enough for this’ but she comes at Jansen anyway, who just boots her in the gut and then grabs her and drops her with a Myrrh-driver. She rolls Trina out of the ring and then walks over and picks up her chair next to Soz. She calmly folds it up and just wallops him with it. He arches his back and just rolls out of the ring and onto the floor. She unfolds it and sets it back in the center of the ring though it’s not a little crooked and wobbly. She tries to sit on it but it rocks a little so she just gets pissed off, picks it up and throws it out of the ring as it hits Piso right in the face. Jansen plops her ass down in the center of the ring,and waves him on. “Who’s next,” she yells without a microphone. The crowd is eating this shit up.

Luthor looks aggravated to put it lightly. The General Manager to Collision finally points to Jansen and brings his microphone up, starting to open his mouth when suddenly he is cut off as the arena lights slowly fade out as the opening discordant note of “Cthulhu Awakes” by Apollon de Moura echoes through it. A wavering, pulsing, blue light highlights the entrance area. Standing at the top of the walkway is Milisandre Crowthorne. The hood of her stringy, patchwork coat is pulled up over her head. She pulled the hood back and looked ahead towards the ring. She looks at Luthor and then into the ring at Jansen. The lights slowly fade back to normal as Milisandre just stands there staring.

Milisandre: I see the loud mouth hasn’t learned to shut up and listen, yet. Luthor, can you do something about her? Her incessant yapping is beyond irritating.

Milisandre’s voice was calm, almost monotone, as she spoke. She seemed to be looking at Jansen without appearing to actually see her.

Jansen Myrrh: You wanna shut me up? Here I am. All you gotta do is walk down that aisle and step in this ring. Hell, you don’t even have to step in the ring, get close enough and I’ll come find you. I mean, there is a show that needs to go on. The sooner you get in here, the sooner we can get this over with and bossman there can put on his show.

Milisandre: Yap, yap yap. All you do is run your big mouth. You do not listen. You do not hear. You do not UNDERSTAND.

Milisandre slowly turns her head to look at Luthor.

Milisandre: Do something about her, Mr. Callaway. Because if I have to you will be down an employee.

Luthor Callaway: Not one goddamn step, Crowthorne!

Luthor puts a little more base in his voice to make sure he’s heard, sticking an arm out in front of her. He looks up the walkway to the ring at Jansen again but this time, that telltale devilish grin of his slowly creeps across his face.

Luthor Callaway: I can’t blame ya, Myrrh, for handling shit the way you do. Not fully anyway. You got your principals. As does Crowthorne, here. So here’s what we’re gonna do.

He starts to pace, holding a finger up.

Luthor Callaway: Milisandre Crowthorne will not be stepping into that ring tonight, and Myrrh, you will kindly see your ass out of it.

The fans start to boo before Luthor snaps them silent.

Luthor Callaway: Aw, hush the hell up! I ain’t done, yet!

Just to keep things on the safe side, Luthor maneuvers himself down the walkway, putting himself between the two women looking to get at each other.

Luthor Callaway: Y’all wanna kill each other? Fine by me, but we’re gonna do this right! Not tonight. Not in this building. Not even in Chicago.

The crowd starts to buzz a bit, getting the idea of where he’s going with this.

Luthor Callaway: It’s gonna go down in New York. At The Garden. During WrestleWar!!

The fans in attendance give a little pop as Luthor looks between the two women. He raises his finger up in the air to quiet the crowd again before looking at Jansen and Milisandre again.

Luthor Callaway: In a No Rope Breaks...Submission Match.

The crowd almost blows the roof off of the building as Luthor lowers the microphone, done talking. He motions to Milisandre, visibly telling her to go backstage before turning to Jansen in the ring, motioning for her to “now get the fuck out of my ring!”

Milisandre nods and pulls the hood of her coat back up. The lights flicker and fade out. The arena remains in darkness for less than thirty seconds before the lights flicker and come back on. Milisandre is gone, but where she was standing is a puddle of water.

Jansen flips him off before sliding out of the ring. Jimmy Bones makes an unfortunate error in judgement as he’s just getting to his feet. Jansen looks at him and he already knows he’s in for it as he gets that look on his face. Jansen grabs him and runs him right into the ring post as the crowd pops. She dusts off her hands and marches up the ramp as the scene fades.

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Match #1. Singles Match

Moe Renhuan v. Amelia Abernathy

The bell rang and Amelia immediately slipped out of the ring, refusing to get involved if she could help it. Red, her bodyguard, tried to reason and convince her she needed to but she adamantly refused. Finally, as the referee counted towards twenty, Moe wasn’t about to win like this so she hit the ropes and came diving over the top rope, sending all her weight down into Red from behind, sending him stumbling into Amelia and sandwiching her between him and the barricade. This started the count over and left Red looking shocked at what he did. That shock turned to fury then as he turned his attention to Moe and loomed over her but the referee hurried out of the ring and got between them, warning Red he’d cause a disqualification if he laid a hand on Moe. During that altercation, Moe grabbed Amelia and got her into the ring. As she started laying the hurt on Abernathy, Moe barely even resorted to her flashier moves and just proceeded to kick and chop the shit out of the Scourge of Pro Wrestling.

The referee was still arguing with Red who seemed adamant about getting his point across. This drew Moe over to the ropes and she started yelling for the ref to get his ass back in the ring. In turn, this allowed Amelia to get back up and come up behind Moe, reaching around and raking her eyes. As Moe grabbed at her eyes, Amelia began to just unload on her….with wild slaps and clumsy punches. It was a wonder if this was even doing any harm to Moe at all, even as she was temporarily blinded. Seeing she had control of the match, finally, Red feigned giving up with the ref and backed off so the official could do his job. However, Amelia was choking Moe in the corner with her hands causing a break up anyway. Amelia threw up her hands in annoyance, conceding. Moe had her eyesight back and was catching her breath but otherwise seemed alright. The look on her face was more “what the hell is this girl doing?” Amelia stepped in again with a sloppy slap before pulling Moe out by the arm and attempted what was probably an Irish Whip. Moe obliged her and hit the ropes. Amelia bent low, maybe looking for a back body drop? Right where Moe wanted her and the Neon Samurai of The Kingdom busted out ATTACK ON TITAN outta nowhere for the pinfall victory!

Red pulled Amelia out of the ring and lifted her over his shoulder to carry her off. As he walked her up the ramp, Amelia held her head and pointed at Moe, chiding her for her barbarism. Moe just struck the Behold The Kingdom pose before bringing her arms in for a double middle finger to the Rich Bitch.

Result: Pinfall

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We open up on Jason Hardwick who was standing backstage with a microphone in his hand.

Jason Hardwick: Ladies and gentlemen, the number one contenders to the NFW Tag Team Championships, Bloody Fairytale.

Lilith Meadows and Christina Olson walk into frame, both wearing a Bloody Fairytale t-shirt.

Christina Olson: Thanks for having us Jay.

Jason Hardwick: This past Tuesday, you and Tren Descarilado defeated The Second City Riot Squad and thus got to pick the stipulation for the triple threat match for the Tag Team Championships at WrestleWar. What are you guys going to pick?

Lilith looks at Christina before glancing over at Jason.

Lilith Meadows: We thought long and hard about this decision, Jason. Chrissy and me, we knew it had to be something that would play to our advantage here.

Christina Olson: That’s right. There were so many options that we even discussed among ourselves, but at the end of the day, we figured out what’s going to help us bring the Tag Team Titles back home where they belong and back to The Kingdom.

Lilith walks out of camera view for a second and she returns with a little fold up table. Jason looks a little perplexed as Lilith once again leaves the view of the camera and comes back with a ladder. Jason seems to be getting the hint at this point, but Christina is now the one to walk off and come back with a chair.

Lilith Meadows: At WrestleWar, it’s gonna be Syleth1 versus Bloody Fairytale versus The Second City Riot Squad in a TLC match.

Christina Olson: The match is brutal, chaotic, and gives us a chance to get a little bit creative. We’re going to scale that ladder, pull the titles down and walk out the year just how it started, with Bloody Fairytale as your New Frontier Tag Team Champions.

Christina pats Jason hard on the back, almost causing him to drop the microphone as her and Lilith walk off, arms around each other.

Jason Hardwick: There you have it folks, at WrestleWar XVII, we will see the Tag Team Championships on the line in a triple threat TLC match! Now, let’s get back to the action!

Match #2. Singles Match

Ryan Terror v. Jamie Austin

Ryan and Jamie locked up in the center of the ring and Ryan immediately went for the power game, shoving Jamie backwards with all of his might. Jamie backed into the ropes and caught herself on her arms. Terror ran in and ate a boot to the face, followed by a discus forearm as Jamie fought back against her bigger opponent like a temperamental little kitten. Austin went on a tear, hitting Terror with dropkicks, chops and forearms. It would take more than that, however and before long, Ryan flipped the tables back in his favor, countering a Russian Legsweep with a back elbow right to the face before stepping around and drilling Jamie with a Snap DDT. Ryan showed his absolutely ruthless side as he manhandled the little 105 pounder with a variety of suplexes and shoot throws. He showed no mercy with the knees and elbows and dotted the “I” with a vicious Full Nelson Suplex, spiking her onto the mat. This one seemed to act like a switch to the rage feature on Jamie, however, as she rolled up onto her feet with a primal yell. She charged right in as Ryan started getting up and blasted him with a flying knee. He popped up. Jamie hit the ropes and came in with a jumping lariat. Ryan was up again. Jamie came at him, and ducked a lariat attempt, hitting a backspring pele kick that staggered Ryan back near a corner. She topped her impressive comeback off with a running shotgun dropkick that blasted Ryan back into the corner and brought him down. Jamie climbed the top turnbuckle and came soaring off for Uptown Move but Ryan Terror juuuuuust managed to roll out of the way, causing her knees to drive into the mat and as she staggered up to her feet, Ryan was running in already, catching her with the God Particle for the pinfall to the dismay of the adoring fans.

Winner: Ryan Terror

Result: Pinfall

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As the vocals of Queens Of The Stone Age burst through the crackling arena speakers, the crowd stands to their feet in anticipation! The shot slowly descends, gradually revealing a cautious Cass Baumer. The boisterous audience pours down appreciation on the Collision star as she slowly plods down the aisle in a dark blue leather jacket. As she nears the center of the clearing, she looks out at the crowd and takes a deep breath.

"Smooth Sailing" continues while Baumer's lips form a gallows smile as she nears the apron. The Headliner stops at the steel steps, grabs a microphone from ringside, then slides into the ring. The palpable cheers grow in intensity as she bounces back to her feet and mounts the ropes, raising the microphone like it's routine without a word. She steps off the ropes and slowly walks to the center of the ring.

Cass Baumer: I've been running through how I was gonna do this speech ever since Jenn Drew put me on blast at Collision #88, and one of the things I decided right out the gate was that I wouldn't tweet about it. That's disingenuous, and frankly, that’s not what I was asked to do.

The former Silver Mountain Champion pauses to grip her microphone tighter, stepping around the ring to explore its space while she talks.

Cass Baumer: For those weirdos who watch Aftershock and not Collision, let me give you a little recap: Three years and four months ago, I spread the false rumour that a trainee of Jenn Drew by the name of Emma Haynes was spotted in a motel with the same referee that allegedly officiated a match she had days later. I tagged her now-defunct promotion and the opponent she fought. I tagged Emma, too. At the end of it all, I even attempted to come off like an 'objective reporter' when I suggested it might have been a coincidence.

She laughs nervously.

Cass Baumer: I didn't even KNOW Emma at the time, and I made that narrative repeat with those three tweets until it crushed her entire livelihood.

Cass looks down at her feet, then back at the crowd.

Cass Baumer: I didn’t know it, either. The damage I caused.

She shakes her head and climbs onto the apron. As soon as her boots touch the hardest part of the ring, she golds onto the middle rope and sits down. Now with her back against the steel cables wrapped in a rubber hose, she dangles her legs off the side.

Cass Baumer: All I did was move onto the next report without a care in the world.

That Kiwi accent of hers gets thicker as she speaks, her locked arm supporting herself from falling forward to ringside.

Cass Baumer: So that’s it. I apologise. I take all accountability. I can't take it back, but I can offer this update: Emma Haynes didn't do anything wrong.

She pauses again while the crowd cheers her admission.

Cass Baumer: I hear this talk from Jenn about that secret that will ruin my whole career, and… Well, to be honest, it terrifies me. I reached out to friends about it in private, and I—!

As Cass is talking, over the speakers we hear laughter. The camera pans up to the tron, along with Cass and we see Jenn Drew on the screen laughing for a moment before she stops, and her eyes go right to Cass, and her expression becomes serious.

Jenn Drew Cass, do you really think anybody here believes that pathetic attempt at an apology? I know I sure don’t. Everyone knows you aren’t actually sorry for what you did anyway. You’re still the same person you were back then, you just decided to put a mask on and call yourself a changed person. You still latch onto the next big thing, hoping that it’ll carry you to relevancy. You still act like people are your friends until they can’t do anything to help further your pathetic career. You don’t know how to have a thought that’s your own. You always grasp onto someone else’s thought and run with it, running it into the ground. But here’s the deal of a lifetime for you, Cass. WrestleWar is just a couple of weeks away and neither of us have a match. I don’t want you on my show anymore, so here’s what we’re going to do, love. You and me, in a match my cousin Amy made famous, The Spider’s Web match! Here’s where it gets interesting though, loser leaves Collision forever. If you don’t want this, I’ll just ruin your career with that little secret I was talking about. The choice is yours.

Cass looks in Jenn’s direction with frustration and sadness in her blue-green eyes. She’s still seated on the apron, a spot she moves from with a shift maneuver. Now she’s standing again, stepping through the ropes and looking straight at Jenn in the tron with her fist wrapped around the microphone’s base.

Cass Baumer: See, that’s your problem. You don’t think it’s possible to change ‘cause you’ve been the same ol’ Jenn Drew for the past five years! That’s fine, though. I can’t change that.

Baumer’s eyes soften, emotion rising to the surface as she paces back and forth.

Cass Baumer: I made it clear back then that I didn’t like what I was doing, yet everybody wants to talk about that time like I had a blast? Well, I didn’t. I lost boyfriends. I burned bridges I’ll never be able to repair. I’m still insulted TO THIS DAY by people like you who don’t comprehend that I’ve spent all this time tryna get better, and at this point, I’ve just accepted it! What other choice do I have? I can’t feel sorry for myself all the time. I’ve got a job to do, and if I’ve gotta win this Spider’s Web match to make sure you’re thrown to the other brand after you’ve blackmailed me in front of everybody, you’re damn right that’s what I’m gonna do!

Cass laughs to fill the pause.

Cass Baumer: Now bugger off and let these people enjoy the rest of Aftershock, Trev. We’re hogging air time for the next Emmas of the world who got the chance to make it big here.

Cass drops the microphone and rolls under the ropes, slowly climbing up the ramp with her attention on the curtain. The tron turns off, and the show resumes.

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Match #3. Singles Match

Vanita Bosser v. Keiji Sugiwara

This match was fast paced from Point A to Point Z. The moment Vanita and Keiji locked up, they were trading arm bars, hammerlocks and headlocks. Keiji picked up the early advantage once Vanita whipped him off of a headbutt and got the Last Emperor on the move and he proceeded to run circles around the technical brawler with his hit and run offensive style. Elbows, kicks, dropkicks, springboard attacks that kept Vanita off of her feet for too long soon had the returning competitor visibly frustrated. Keiji continued chipping away at her with punches and kicks in the corner before throwing her to the mat and into the center. He climbed high and came down for a Top Rope Clothesline but Vanita finally caught him with a shot to the gut as he came down. She stepped right around and brought him down with a Russian Legsweep. Vanita boot the boots to Keiji as he was down on the mat. Now it was a straight up fight as Vanita kept Keiji grounded to the mat with knees, elbows and multiple holds that targeted his arms and legs in an effort to keep him from getting that burst of speed back. She upped the ante with a variety of suplexes but this allowed Keiji to get back on his feet as he rolled through a German Suplex and still managed a low dropkick to the back of Bosser, even on a sore leg.

Keiji followed up with a Yakuza Kick and got a near cover but it wasn’t enough as Vanita still kicked out. Keiji went to finish things off with the Osaka Cutter but Vanita countered into...well...a regular cutter! Keiji stumbled back as Vanita got back to her feet and as he staggered back towards her off the ropes, Vanita caught him under one of her arms, hooked both of his and PLANTED him with the Vain Mirror for the pinfall!

Winner: Vanita Bosser

Result: Pinfall

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