NFW Collision #89 - 01/05/2021!

Nick Hanson: Hello, good evening and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! This IS Collision, episode eighty nine! The first New Frontier Wrestling broadcast of the year 2021!

Matt Salvatore: Happy New Year, everybody!

Nick Hanson: Yes, Happy New Year, indeed!

Matt Salvatore: We ended 2020 with a war, Nicky. A Wrestle War. Now we’re ready to kick off 2021 with the aftermath! How about that two night event we saw in December?

Nick Hanson: Matt, we saw every title - five championships in all - change hands. We’ve got all new champions, we’ve got a shlew of new talent that have signed contracts with the company, looking to expand their horizons. I think 2021’s already shaping up to be a great year for NFW.

Matt Salvatore: And we haven’t even started yet! I can’t wait to see what’s in store as we roll into the new year and kick things off with a bang!

Nick Hanson: Don’t forget, we’ve also got the Trios Cup Tournament coming in February. We’ll be crowning our first ever Trios Champions! If you thought tag team wrestling was exciting, wait’ll you see what we’ve got in store for you all with this!

Matt Salvatore: Well, Nick, we do have a trios tag match coming up tonight so fans will get a little sample of what’s in store for the future of the new division.

Nick Hanson: Yes, the former NFW Tag Team Champions, Layla Diaz and Leah Aguero team up, tonight, with their guy big Jed Coffey - the Second City Riot Squad will face the team of Sela Rica-Lark, Abigail Lindsey - both drafted to Collision over the break, and Milisandre Crowthorne. Interesting team up, if you ask me.

Matt Salvatore: Well, there’s a bit of history there between Sela and Abigail, a friendship as I understand it. Then Sela and Milisandre had a great run during the pre-show matches of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial. Racked up quite a few wins. We saw some natural chemistry there. This could be a dangerous team but they’re going up against former tag team champions with one big tank on their side.

Nick Hanson: We’ll hear from our new champions tonight. I also understand that we’ll be hearing from former World Heavyweight Champion, Danni Anderson. Pretty stacked show tonight, Matt!

Matt Salvatore: It is, for sure, Nick. Let’s get this show rolling and see what the start of the new year has in store for NFW!

Nick Hanson: Folks, Collision, episode eighty nine, starts now!!!

Despite the bright moon hanging in the sky, a kaleidoscope of stars was strewn across the sky. The serene sky was enhanced by the soft sound of waves lapping against the shore. It was that lazy sound of gentle waves. The scene pans down from the sky to show a robed and hooded figure standing on the beach. From their orientation, they appear to be staring out at the calm waters.

Milisandre Crowthorne: It has begun. His message has started to spread.

The monotone voice of Milisandre Crowthorne rises just above the waves.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Jansen Myrrh has heard it. She might not understand it, yet. But she will. Soon she will realize what was bestowed upon her. Then she will join me.

Milisandre’s shoulders rose and fell as she chuckled. It was an odd and unnatural sound. One that sounded at once like her as well as that of something large and ominous.

Milisandre Crowthorne: There are so many that still need to hear. So many that need to see the truth. Nothing can stop it now. No one is strong enough. Not the Champions. Not the fake demon and her fallen false idol.

That deep ominous chuckle returned. But it was alone this time.

Milisandre Crowthorne: He is stronger. He is older. He IS. So very soon more and more of you will know. Soon all of you will hear his message. Soon you all will be enlightened.

Milisandre slowly starts to walk into the waves.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Soon...

Milisandre’s final word was softly spoken. But as it faded, just at the lower end of human hearing, was that deep and ominous chuckle.

Match #1/Singles

Jerry Watts v. Jimmy Bones

Jimmy Bones comes flying out of the corner with a shotgun dropkick that sends Watts back into his corner. Bones rolls back, charges again, and hits a sliding crossbody, his momentum carrying him between the top and middle rope. Watts staggers out of the corner, turns, and gets taken down by a missile dropkick. Bones covers but only gets a 1 count. Jimmy hits a sliding elbow strike and slides out on to the apron. Bones pops up to his feet, springboards up, and leaps off right into a Michinoku driver II from Jerry Watts as he catches Jimmy out of mid-air and plants him down into the mat. Watts covers and gets a close 2 count. Watts pulls Jimmy up and delivers a few quick right hands, then a kick to the midsection followed up by a brainbuster. Another cover and another 2 count. Watts pulls Bones up again, delivers a few hard chops, and then whips him into the corner. Bones crashes into the corner with a hard thud, screams, and runs out, taking Jerry Watts down with a Thesz press out of nowhere. Bones runs to the corner jumps up and then dives off the top rope with a reverse diving senton, right down onto the knees of Watts. Bones clutches his back in pain as he somehow gets to his feet. Watts gets up, kicks Jimmy in the midsection, then connects with The Texas Star. Watts rolls Bones into the cover

TWO…

THRE- KICK OUT!

Watts is a bit shocked at the kick-out by Bones, but nods pulls his opponent up, and sets for The Iconic Drop. Bones starts driving elbows into the side of Watts’ head to block the move, shoves him off, and throws a wild lariat. Watts is a bit rocked, but he doesn’t go down, instead, he bounces off the ropes, charges Bones, and takes him down with a clothesline of his own. Watts pulls Jimmy up to his feet, delivers a few stiff rights, then pulls him in and this time connects with The Iconic Drop. Watts makes the cover.

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: The winner of the match as a result of a pin fall… JERRY WATTS!

Nick Hanson: Jerry Watts with an impressive win in his debut, but Jimmy Bones didn’t make it easy for him.

Matt Salvatore: Jimmy Bones is a weird kid, but he goes all out in every single match. Tonight though, it wasn’t enough and Jerry Watts starts his NFW career off on the right foot.

Watts celebrates the victory, giving Jimmy Bones a little nod of approval before going to the corner to play to the crowd a bit as he enjoys his victory

Result: Via Pin fall

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The scene opens up backstage with Sela preparing for her match later. At that moment, Abigail walks up behind her and Sela turns to smile at her.

Sela: Our first action together as a team. Excited?

Abigail flashes a devilish smile.

Abigail Lindsay: More than you can imagine.

Sela: Now I know Milisandre can rub some the wrong way, but I've teamed with her before. She's far better a partner than either of us could have asked for. And as a bonus, just as psychotic as us.

Abigail Lindsay: I like her already.

Abigail reaches for one of Sela’s hands and grabs it. She tilts her head to the side.

Abigail Lindsay: I haven’t felt this excited in a long time. I don’t mean to sound sappy or anything, before I met you I felt something was missing. I bounced from company to company simply existing. Not getting any real fulfillment. All that changes. And if Melisandre is as lovely as you, Luthor is going to regret the day he brought you and me to Collison. The only Collison I foresee happening are the poor souls who believe they can stand in our way.

Sela smiles widely at her before she looks offscreen.

Sela: Ah, speak of the she demon and she shall appear.

Milisandre Crowthorne walks into view. She is dressed for their match, the hood of her entrance coat pulled back. Different from the norm, letting Milisandre’s brown hair flow freely. She looks between Sela and Abigail. A shy, nervous smile crept onto her lips.

Milisandre Crowthorne: So, um, like, Hey guys.

Abigail Lindsay: Sela speaks very highly of you, Milisandre. I have no reason not to trust her judgement.

Abigail Lindsay extends her hand for Milisandre to shake.

Abigail Lindsay: Name is Abigail but you already knew that. Tell me, what are your favorite ways to spread his message?

Milisandre takes the offered hand and quickly shakes it.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Oh, um. Well, like, I usually just push and poke until they want to listen. Usually find something that works.

Abigail looks at Sela.

Abigail Lindsay: I like this one.

Sela: Wait until you see her work in the ring. In any case, I know what we are all capable of. So let's go out there, follow my lead, and I promise we'll put down the Second City Riot Squad without any trouble. Let's show them what it means to be a Force of Nature.

Milisandre nods. She reaches up and pulls the hood of her coat up. Her posture instantly changed. When she spoke it was in an emotionless monotone, a drastic difference from the nervousness that she had moments before.

Milisandre Crowthorne: They will hear the message.

Sela's smile shifts from genuine to psychotic and with a small chuckle, she wraps her arms around the shoulders of both women as they walk off.
The moment “Overtime” by Cash Cash plays on the PA system, the fans burst into cheers. They watch as Danielle Anderson makes her presence known on the entrance stage. She’s dolled up for the evening, taking in the sight of her adoring fans. The bright lights, the flash photography, the loud cheers -- she seems to be a little… overwhelmed. Taking a deep breath, she begins to descend the ramp.

Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, we’re blessed with the presence of Miss Danielle Anderson.

Matt Salvatore: Is it just me or does she seem a little disoriented?

Nick Hanson: Now that you mention it, Matt… she kind of does. Did something happen?

As the Collision commentary team discuss amongst themselves, Danni stops and stares at the ring. She reaches out and places her right hand on the ring apron. There’s a light shimmer in her eyes before she shakes her head and moves to ascend the steel steps. In her gothic-styled black-and-white dress and white high heels, she steps in between the top and middle ropes and enters the ring this way. The fans continue to cheer her on, while she asks for a microphone from one of the ringside officials. Once she receives the mic, she moves back to the center of the ring and takes a moment to simply embrace the positive reception. Afterwards, she raises the mic to her lips and smiles.

Danni Anderson (◠‿◠✿) Hi Chicago! It’s really nice to see you all here.

Her British accent rings true. This receives a huge pop from the crowd. She giggles softly and lightly toe-kicks the mat, careful with the heels.

Nick Hanson: The fans love Danni so much. She was awarded the 2020 Babyface of the Year!

The Sweetheart Esper surveys the attendees with a sweet smile.

Danni Anderson (◕‿◕✿) First of all, I really want to thank everyone who voted for me in the NFW 2020 End of the Year Awards. The fact that I won the Babyface of the Year award… that’s so wow! Sooo many people believe in me and my good-natured, hyperactive lifestyle. I-I’m really honored and blessed and… Thank you! I can’t say that enough.

Even in glory, she remains humble and graciously bows her head. The fans give her a round of applause and chant--

The Crowd: You deserve it! {clap-clap, clap-clap-clap} You deserve it! {clap-clap, clap-clap-clap} You deserve it! {clap-clap, clap-clap-clap}

Their chanting and clapping bring a soft shimmer to her eyes. She looks down for a moment, pressing her lips together and wrinkling her nose. A few strands of her mint-colored hair frame around her face as she tries to figure out what to say.

Matt Salvatore: Something is definitely up, Nick. The kid’s not her cute and hyperactive self.

She lightly toe-kicks the mat before she stops and looks up at the fans. Her facial features are a little glummer and there’s a slight paleness in her cheeks.

Danni Anderson (◕︿◕✿) When I first joined New Frontier Wrestling in September 2019, I was trying to distract myself from a horrible tragedy in my life. My boyfriend, Markus Rael, was taken away from me… In order to hold onto my sanity, I kept myself busy. Really busy.

Motherhood.

Wrestling.

Fashion designing.

Hairdressing.

Modeling.

Acting.

Through all of that, I was searching for the truth. I wanted to find the man responsible and apprehend him. I-I wanted justice for Markus… and I’d finally have it on January 16th, 2020.

A year later and it’s clear the young lady still remembers everything. Out of respect, the fans quiet down to give Danielle a moment. She’s visibly trembling, and even a quiet sniffle is picked up by the mic, but she does her best to compose herself. A slow, deep breath and her lips curl up to form a weak yet warm smile.

Danni Anderson (✿◠‿◠) Once I was able to find peace in my life, everything started to get better. My heart, my passion, my drive… I made a New Year’s resolution: to become the top champion in either NFW or HYBRID Wrestling.

At the time, it was REALLY ambitious! There were a few people who laughed and insulted me, but sooo many people supported me. Family, friends, fans -- all of them believed in me. For months, I fought through every challenge, braved all of my fears, and kept pushing myself beyond my limits. I was filled with determination.

Then one day… it finally happened!

The fans are delighted by her positive momentum. She’s nearly bouncing!

Danni Anderson (✿◠ω◠) Reckoning Day was my day! I did what nobody else could do -- I ended Sativa Nevaeh’s reign and became the New Frontier Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion! It was one of the best days of my life! It’s a day I’ll always treasure.

It’s almost sudden when the bouncing stops. She holds the mic close to her, gripping it in both of her hands, and slowly a tear streams down her face…

...then another. And another.

The fans look on with genuine concern for Danielle. The smile on her face has slowly disappeared. Despite her best efforts to wipe the tears away, they keep coming. Her body trembles once again; she can’t even hide the despair in her voice.

Danni Anderson (◡﹏◡✿) I-I’m sorry. I… I messed up… I knew something was wrong a-and I should have stopped…

I don’t want to go…

I. . .

She’s breaking down in the middle of the ring. Through the curtains, Damon Cross rushes down to the ring and moves in to embrace his fiancée. The microphone falls from Danni’s grasp as she tightly clings to him, burying her face against his chest. When the realization sets in, the majority of the fans are heartbroken.

Nick Hanson: Oh no...

Matt Salvatore: The concussion… It became worse, didn’t it? I heard about her final match in HYBRID. She must’ve suffered from head trauma so severe, her primary care physician won’t medically clear her.

Nick Hanson: I-I’m at a loss for words. Poor Danni… She’s only twenty-five. You hate to see it happen, Matt.

Matt Salvatore: Yeah… I do.

After a time, Damon is able to help Danni out of the ring. She tries to walk, but she nearly stumbles in her high heels. Damon doesn’t say a word before he lifts Danni up and carries her up the ramp. All the while the fans are chanting…

The Crowd: Thank you, Danni! {clap-clap, clap-clap-clap} Thank you, Danni! {clap-clap, clap-clap-clap} Thank you, Danni! {clap-clap, clap-clap-clap}

Match #2/Singles

Melody v. Trina Tanaka

The bell sounds and immediately, Trina tries to take the fight right to Melody as she takes the newcomer down with a double leg takedown. She lands a few forearms, but that was all as Melody shoved Trina off of her. They both would get to their feet as Melody delivered a superkick that dropped Trina and sent her out of the ring. Melody would then deliver a suicide dive before rolling Melody into the ring and delivering Ghosted before hooking the leg and picking up the pinfall.

Result: Pinfall 

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"Ride of the Valkyries" begins to play as from behind the curtain, Lilith Meadows and Christina Olson walk out, the NFW Tag Team Championships around their waists. They look out at the mostly cheering crowd as the two of them flash a smile and bash their forearms together before walking down to the ring. They get into the ring, taking the championships off and holding them high in the air as the crowd continues to cheer for them as the music cuts out and Christina asks for the microphone.

Christina Olson: Chicago! What's happenin?!

The crowd once again erupts as the two women in the ring just laugh to each other.

Christina Olson: Man, it feels good havin these god damn championships back around our waists. It took us almost an entire year, but we found our way back to the top of the mountain where we belong.

Lilith takes the microphone from Christina and smiles out at the crowd.

Lilith Meadows: Last January, we lost these titles to a team who at the time Chrissy and us considered our biggest rivals in Arley Kirk and Super Tiger.

Crowd: Kawaii! Kawaii! Kawaii!

Lilith chuckles a little bit and nods her head.

Lilith Meadows: And this ain't takin anything away from Arley and Tiggy, but we got ourselves a top rival, one that made us even better than we already one that made us hafta dig down deep and find it in ourselves to overcome them.

Christina Olson: We're talkin about The Second City Riot Squad.

Christina then takes the microphone back and starts to talk once again.

Christina Olson: Those two chicks are tough as hell, they're warriors in the ring, even if we don't agree with how they like to handle business sometimes. If it wasn't for them, we wouldn't have had to think of a way to reinvent ourselves, do away with the old Bloody Fairytale and bring to y'all a pair of Valkyries, warriors of Valhalla. They made us hafta be better. They pushed us to our damn limits countless times and in countless matches throughout 2020, without them, there ain't no Valkyries.

The crowd begins to chant "Valkyries" as Christina stops for a moment and looks out at the crowd before looking at Lilith.

Christina Olson: Lil and me, we've been through a whole hell of a lot in the last few years, signing our first big contract with Hybrid, comin here to NFW and winnin our first set of tag titles, breakin records, injured necks, injured ribs, fighting demons inside of us, but in the end, it's all brought us closer than we've ever been before. We've both proved during the course of 2020 that we are warriors until the end.

As for what's next for us, well, we welcome any and all challengers to step up to us. We'll be fighting champions just like we were last time. We don't back down and we leave it all in this damn ring each and every time we step foot into it! The ring is our Valhalla and we'll be damned if we let anyone come into our hallowed ground and take us down, but if they do, just know we won't go down without a fight.

"Ride of the Valkyries" begins to play once more as the two of them lift the Tag Team Championships into the air once more as they pose for the crowd and the scene fades out.

Match #3/Trio Tag

Second City Riot Squad v. Sela Rica-Lark/Abigail Lindsey/Milisandre Crowthorne

Second City Riot Squad comes into the New Year fresh off of losing the NFW Tag Team Championships in a TLC match to The Last of the Valkyries, formerly known as Bloody Fairytale. They’re hot headed and hungry for a comeback. They’ve got big man Jed Coffey, normally their manager but who’s also been training in the ring to pursue his own career. He joins Lea Aguero and Layla Diaz as the third member of the Squad to form their Trio unit.

Sela Rica-Lark and Abigail Lindsey have a history and a friendship between them and have been eager to work together from the moment Lindsey signed with NFW. During the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament III, Sela Rica-Lark and Milisandre Crowthorne were assigned as partners for the pre-card tag team matches. The two showed an exceptional natural chemistry and racked up an impressive score of victories. Now the three have come together in the rising division.

Before the bell rings, Roger Arden reminds everyone that the Trios Division operates under slightly different rules. Tags are, technically, legal, but not exactly necessary to switch partners. If a member of a team leaves the ring, another partner may insert themselves into the match and they become legal.

Once the bell rings, it’s the little firecracker, Layla Diaz starting the match off for SCRS while Abigail Lindsey opts to start things off for her side. Layla was all up in Abigail’s face, arms out, inviting her to take the first shot. Abigail smirked, flipping her hair back behind her shoulder and stuck a hand up, inviting Layla in for a test of strength. Layla laughed but decided to humor Abigail, raising a hand up to lock with hers but as she got it almost there, Abigail shot her hand up to go for an eye gouge BUT Layla caught her by the wrist and drove a knee up into Abigail’s midsection.

Layla: Nah bitch yous ain’t that fuckin’ smart!

Layla got things really going with a series of right hands, jabbing away at Abigail and moving to a series of arm drags. She didn’t let the new arrival to Collision stray too far, keeping a hold of her arm and pulling her towards SCRS’ corner where she tagged in Leah Aguero for a tandem double suplex, followed by a jumping knee drop before letting Leah take over. Leah displayed her more power based moves, snapping Abigail off the mat with a couple of Snap and German Suplexes before whipping her into the ropes but this was where Abigail turned things around, catching herself on the top rope to prevent a rebound and as Leah ran in, the Serene one caught her with a back elbow to the face, grabbed her by the hair and drove her face first into her team’s corner. She made a tag into Sela Rica-Lark before the two began laying the stomps to the War Queen. Sela dashed across the ring, stopping just short of SCRS’ corner long enough to give a sultry little dip and sway of her hips, taunting Layla Diaz and Jed Coffey with a middle finger on her tongue as the cherry on top. She ran back in then and hit a hesitation dropkick to Leah in the corner. She wasted no time in mounting Leah right there in the corner and started raining down the punches and forearms.

Leah escaped, narrowly it seemed, by rolling out to the floor under the bottom rope. Sela gave an evil laugh, taunting Leah to get back into the ring but she didn’t see big Jed Coffey get in the ring and just come steam rolling in from behind - thus inserting himself as the legal man for SCRS and shoulder block the Underground Queen down to the mat. Sela reached up for a tag but Jed showcased his own strength, pulling her by the legs into a Wheelbarrow German Suplex. She started getting up to her feet and Jed “assisted” her, pulling her up into a Full Nelson Bomb. Sela hit the mat, even bounced a little and rolled out to the floor as well. Now it was Jed’s turn to taunt a little and he missed Layla trying to warn him of Milisandre Crowthorne climbing to the top turnbuckle to catch him with a Diving Clothesline. It didn’t knock him over but it staggered him back, causing a rebound off the ropes. Big Jed came in for a counter lariat but Milisandre juked underneath, hit the ropes and came back with a Crossbody only to be caught in the big man’s arms. As he turned with her in his grasp, Abigail Lindsey came off the top turnbuckle with a Missile Dropkick to send Jed down, putting Crowthorne in position for a cover. She quickly rolled out to prompt the referee to go for the pin count but Layla Diaz came diving in with a Frog Splash to break it up. Jed rolled out of the ring, leaving Diaz as the legal team member against Crowthorne and the two exchanged back and forth holds and takedowns, trying to get the upper hand on each other. Said upper hand was reached when Layla went for a big forearm and Milisandre caught her with a big Exploder Suplex.

The match carried on in this very manner, showcasing the chaotic energy that was anticipated under the rules of NFW’s new division. A combination of tags and quick trades of the legal competitors. Broken up tags and holds on both sides between these six athletes but in the end, it was simply a matter of whether Sela, Abigail and Milisandre were still learning to mesh as a unit or if the already established Second City Riot Squad were hungry for a comeback, following their Wrestle Kingdom XVII losses. The closing moments saw Leah Aguero get Abigail Lindsey up on her shoulders while Layla Diaz executed a Southside Cutta, effectively delivering Dead To Rights. Layla went for the cover while Leah and Jed both came running, performing a pair of Suicide Dives out of the ring to keep Sela Rica-Lark and Milisandre Crowthorne from interjecting as the ref counted the pinfall.

Result: Pinfall

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Backstage the camera opens up on Angel dressed simply. Tight jeans and a tank top with the words “Sleeves are bullshit.” Her long curly red hair is down hanging just to her shoulders. She is walking a little wide eyed and a look of taking the experience in. She spots and smiles at the camera.

Angel: Oh Hey. Didn’t see you there. It’s been a while. I guess I get a bit of an opportunity to address the NFW fans. If it isn’t obvious, I am new here and so far, so good. I am really enjoying meeting new people. NFW has some of the best talent I’ve seen in a long while. As for me, I am looking forward to showing you as well as the rest of the Collision roster just what I am about. My name is Angel and I am heaven sent.

She laughs lightly as she stops walking and does a small spin.

Angel: As you can see I have it where it counts. I’m not going to be holding anything back. Not this time. I have been here before, the lights, the cameras, the action. The leaping off high places. Believe it or not this is all old hat to me. I’m not afraid of what is to come. I am ready to make my return to the ring here at New Frontier Wrestling.

She turns and begins walking away a slight sway to her hips. Turning her head to the side her long curly red hair bounces lightly framing her face. She gives the camera a side glance as the light twinkles in her eye.

Angel: I will see you out there soon enough lovelies.

Giving a wink and a sly smile Angel turns again and walks away from the camera.
The lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness as those opening riff to "Bury Me With My Guns On" tears through the speakers. As soon as the guitar riff starts, the video wall comes to life with the BEHOLD THE KINGDOM banner while the back wall screen comes to life with a combined static and barbwire design.


The cameras find Morgan Payne walking - no, storming through the backstage section. Hood up. Silver Mountain Title belt clipped and swinging from one hand. She looks ready to kick some ass as she moves down the hall of the arena, nowhere near the Gorilla position. Rather, the camera follows her as she reaches a set of double doors designated for staff only. Morgan barges right through the doors and she's out in the audience stands, beginning to make her way through the audience at ground level.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NFW Silver Mountain Champion...MORGAN...PAAAAAAAYNE!!!!

Morgan moves with purpose through the audience, ignoring any and all jeers, motions or even pats across her back that she’s receiving from her mix of fans and haters. She just hops over the guard rail and bursts up the steps onto the apron, wasting no time in getting right into the ring. She runs across the ring and right up a turnbuckle, planting her feet on the middle and her hand holding the title shoots up into the air. She climbs back down to the mat and takes the mic from the ring announcer as the lights return and her music fades.

Morgan paces around the ring in a circle, eyes on the mat as she visibly grins at the mixed reaction to the crowd.

Morgan Payne: Yeah, some o’yinz don’t seem to happy ta see me standin’ here as da one holdin’ dis strap.

She holds the Silver Mountain Championship up beside her head and chuckles away from the mic before resting it on her shoulder with her arm through the strap as she looks up with a defiant grin.

Morgan Payne: Nah, yanno, das a’ight tho. ‘Cause I hear da ones givin’ love and I know they da ones dat know exactly what da fuck I been through ta get ta dis point. So! If! I! May! CHICAGO! HOME OF EASY V, VLAD BLACKHEART! MAKE SOME FUCKIN’ NOISE! FOR HIS GODDAMN LEGACY!!

She drops the title off her shoulder, into her hand and raises it again to another mix of boos and cheers. Visibly, it’s some of the older audience that are on her side. She slings the belt back onto her shoulder as the crowd quiets down again. Just then, something out in the audience catches her attention.

Morgan Payne: Whassat?

She walks to the ropes to get a closer look at a pair of fans gesturing at her. The camera cuts to a closeup view of them. They’re booing, throwing hand gestures and insults at Morgan. Notably, one of them’s wearing a Minoru Tanahashi Black Lion shirt.

Morgan Payne: Oh, I see you, jagoff. Whassup?

Morgan backs away from the ropes, to the center of the ring and motions at the mat in front of her.

Morgan Payne: Vuoi andare? I’m right here, motherfucker. You and ya boy march ya asses dahn ta dis ring. I’ll give yinz da Black Lion Wrestle War experience. Free o’charge.

She pauses; even lowers the mic and waits for about three seconds before raising the mic again.

Morgan Payne: Nah? Didn’t think so. Sit dahn an’ eat ya fuckin’ nachos, succhiacazzi.

Morgan looks back at the camera, quickly back to the pair of fans, then back to the camera as she points.

Morgan Payne: Dats Italian for cocksucker. Anyway!

Some of the crowd buzzes with amused laughter as Morgan brushes a hand under her nose before continuing.

Morgan Payne: Dis was ‘sposed ta be like a big “word from da champion” bit, me comin’ aht here, like an acceptance speech n’at but…

She looks at the audience and shrugs, lazily.

Morgan Payne: Think I done said all dat needs ta be said on dat note so let’s move onto a related note. Vanita Bosser!

A cheer rises up through the crowd. Morgan grins and nods.

Morgan Payne: Yinz like her, yeah? Me too. I ain’t gonna lie.

Morgan bounces her eyebrows at the camera once before bringing up the mic again.

Morgan Payne: Nah see, I ain’t got no personal beef wif you, Vani. I sat in da back o’da Garden and watched dat Rumble. Ya came out just under da halfway mark, ya fought ya ass off, ya took ahn some tough motherfuckers and ya earned ya shot. You deserve your shot at dis. Shit, I’ll even say you deserve ta be champion one day. Yinz can quote dat, even. However, comma, it ain’t gonna be at my expense. Nah. Mark me. Me winnin’ dis belt was no fluke. I did it all on my own, regardless what some might say. Like I said, dis title’s ‘bout seizin’ da opportunity - spottin’ a weakness and capitalizing on it - and dat’s exactly what I did.

This gets her another mixed reaction from the audience. Morgan just smirks and shakes her head.

Morgan Payne: Now, am I underestimatin’ Vanita Bosser as an opponent? Hell nah. I seen what she do. I feel dat shit. I know she gon’ bring it. Dat’s why, as da one holdin’ dis title, it’s my job ta see what yer made of. Ta throw down da gauntlet and see dat you pick it up. Now, I been thinkin’ on it and I got my mind made up. Shit, I had my mind made up da moment I got my arm raised, Vani girl. Hey, you. Vieni qui. C’mere.

She motions to the camera man to come closer as she walks towards the ropes and looks right into the camera.

Morgan Payne: I ain’t gonna beat around da bush. I ain’t gonna waste any time. I ain’t gonna borrow FM Young’s pet and wheel out a damn machine that plays match scrabble. Vanita, I know you’s a bad bitch. You like to fight. I like to fight. We like to straight up hurt motherfuckers in dis bitch. So dat’s what we gon’ do. See, I watched dat submission match ‘tween Jansen Myrrh and Milisandre Crowthorne and it got me thinkin’. No rope breaks allowed. Dat shit was pretty tight. Good thinkin’ on our GM’s part. Then I got ta thinkin’ on how somethin’ like dat could be cranked up a notch. Then I figured, shit, why not crank it up ta full volume? So here it is, Vanita. You and me. Belt on da line. Thirty minutes - I wanted an hour but Lucie boi ain’t wanna agree ta dat on account o’time windows - so thirty minutes. No rope breaks. No pinfalls. No countouts.

She pauses, leans into the camera to make sure she can be heard, loud and clear.

Morgan Payne: Ultimate. Submission. Match!

The crowd buzzes with excitement as she steps back, away from the camera and nods.

Morgan Payne: Seeya in dis ring, Shadow Queen.

“Dot Your Eyes” hits the speakers again as Morgan flips the microphone out of her hand and it thumps to the mat at her feet while she steps through the ropes and drops down, heading up the walkway towards the tunnels.

Match #4/Tag Match

The Queen’s Guard v. Jamie Austin/Isabella Luna

The bell rings, and it’s Moe Renhuan and Jamie Austin who start things off for their respective teams. The two women circle one another before stepping in for a lockup, but Moe slips behind, kicking Jamie in the back of the knee before dropping her with an inverted DDT. Renhuan looks to capitalize, but Austin evades the elbow drop, getting up and hitting a dropkick on Moe that pushes her back into the Queen’s Guard corner. Lluvia tags herself in as Jamie makes the tag to Isabella. The crowd starts a “This is Awesome '' chant before both women rush in, Lluv looking for a big boot but Bella ducks it, coming off the ropes with an attempt at the boot herself. Cane ducks the attack, rolling through before getting to her feet to hit a big lariat on Luna. A furious exchange of blows is had as the two women show just how well they know each other’s styles before they collide with one another after hitting the ropes, both women kicking each other in the face.

The high intensity match continues, both teams tagging frequently to try and keep both members fresh. As the match goes on, it’s quite clear that the Queen’s Guard have an advantage in this respect as Jamie and Isabella make a few missteps. Moe tags in Lluvia at one point, hitting an aided splash on Jamie, but Isabella breaks up the pin attempt. Lluvia and Bella exchange a series of strikes and attempted suplexes before Cane ducks a huge roundhouse before nailing Luna with Angelic Rebellion. There’s a look on Lluvia’s face as she does not go for the cover, instead sprinting to the other teams corner and knocking Jamie off the apron before coming back to tag in Moe. She hits Isabella with another Angelic Rebellion, causing Bella to stagger back into Renhuan’s Attack on Titan, completing their tag finisher Neon Genesis: Evangelion!

Lluvia plays defense as Moe goes for the cover, hooking Luna’s leg and getting the three count from the referee, awarding the victory to the Queen’s Guard!

Result: Pinfall

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Moe Renhuan grabs a microphone as Bella and Jamie make their way back up the ramp. Lluvia Cane looks like she’s about to cry, but Renhuan hugs her tight, saying something that the microphone doesn’t pick up, and the Native American nods, returning the hug before moving to stand in the corner.

Moe Renhuan: Could I have all members of the Kingdom come to the stage at this time?

The camera shows Alexa Marcus, the Kingdom’s nanny and caretaker lead the children to the stage through the crowd as Morgan Payne, Sativa Neveah, Jasmine Matthews, Lilith Meadows, Christina Olsen, Stephanie Kenyon, and Tren Descarrilado take the stage. Lil climbs onto the back of Descarrilado, who barely even registers the woman using him as a pedestal. Matthews stands in the middle of the group, arms crossed over her chest as she nods, almost imperceptibly, to Moe. Not one to normally show a lot of emotion, the keen eyed observer would notice that even Jasmine looks slightly saddened. No one else on the stage seems aware of what is going on.

Moe Renhuan: When I first became a professional wrestler last year at the insistence of my younger brother Tommy, the two of us set a goal.

Moe held out a hand to the faction standing on the stage, the “Behold The Kingdom” graphic above them on the ‘Tron.

Moe Renhuan: To join the Kingdom, our favorite group of wrestlers. Tren wasn’t a member at that time, of course, but another man was.

The crowd claps politely.

Moe Renhuan: I worked my ass off. I joined HYBRID. I joined NFW. I met Jasmine first at a HYBRID show, but as a fan. She got Tommy and I backstage to meet the other girls for autographs and pictures. Bloody Fairytale, as they were known back then, were Tommy’s favorite tag team even then, and he was STILL super salty you girls had lost the tag titles to Kawaii Trash Pandas GO. He may be the only person in their targeted demographic that ever actively booed that team.

Everyone in the arena laughs, except Tren, who stands there, arms crossed over his chest.

Moe Renhuan: It wasn’t long after that I was brought into the Kingdom. A couple of months later, I became something more than that. Jasmine took Tommy and I into the Castle after finding out we were living out of the back of my old car. I quickly befriended, and then fell in love, with this family and their home. The proudest moment of my life, before Christmas Day, was when I was officially announced as the newest member of the Kingdom. When Lluvia and I first stepped onto that stage as the Queen’s Guard, named such by the Queen herself.

Moe does a little curtsy and nods to Jasmine. Matthews shakes her head, chuckling softly.

Moe Renhuan: I’ve spoken with Jasmine about this at length. Lluvia just found out tonight, right before our match.

Moe’s voice gets a bit shaky. Lluvia approaches, wrapping an arm around Renhuan’s waist, whispering into her ear. The Asian woman nods, exhales, and continues.

Moe Renhuan: Tonight, I officially announce my in-ring retirement from professional wrestling.

The women on the stage, aside from Jasmine, look stunned. Tren’s face falters as he lowers his head, shaking it slowly.

Moe Renhuan: I’m not hurt. This isn’t a big F U to wrestling. I love Mr. Brody and Mr. Callaway. They’ve both been amazing to work with. A large portion of this roster has treated me as an equal despite the fact I still make mistakes, and, for all intents and purposes, am a rookie, in many ways. Do not fret as far as the Trios Tournament. Lluvia has already assured me she has found my replacement to join the Queen’s Guard for that. Obviously, they’re the team to beat.

Tren, Lil, and Chrissy all boo good naturedly up at the ring as Moe giggles, holding Lluvia tight.

Moe Renhuan: I have decided instead to focus on my business pursuits with AnimeZing Cosplay and Supply, my acting career, and spending time with my younger brother Tommy Renhuan, and my daughter Ororo Munroe Cane Matthews. You, NFW Universe, are the greatest fans in professional wrestling. Thank you so much for your cheers and support of the Queen’s Guard and the Kingdom as a whole. I’m going to miss all of you so much, but this is the move I need to make for me. I love you all!

“Super Shooter” hits the speakers, Moe’s singles theme, as Renhuan and Cane make their way out of the ring, only to be wrapped in a hug by the entirety of the Kingdom. The crowd starts a “Mo-eh Ren-Huan” chant as the Asian woman waves out to the crowd, smiling, tears on her face as the faction makes their way back behind the curtain.
The cameras cut from there to the backstage interview area where General Manager Luthor Callaway stands in front of the NFW Collision backdrop curtain. It’s no surprise to see that telltale wry little grin on the man’s face as he looks into the camera; his chin tilted slightly up. As usual, Collision’s leader’s gone casual in jeans, a band shirt and a leather jacket.

Luthor Callaway: Well, well, well, here we are! First New Frontier show of the New! Year!

He says with a little laugh, rubbing his hands together as we can, practically, see the gears turning in his head.

Luthor Callaway: Folks, we had one hell of a damn year in 2020 and as always, you know we gotta go bigger than before ‘cause there just ain’t no other way to do shit around here. So, with that being said, allow me to get right down to business, regarding the World Heavyweight Title picture.

He pauses, idly scratching his chin as it almost seems he wants to let the anticipation build some more before he continues.

Luthor Callaway: So then, here’s how we’re gonna decide the first challenger for our champion and hey, congratulations on those three End of the Year Awards there, champ. I hope you’re listening to this.

He motions to the camera with his hand again with a sly grin.

Luthor Callaway: This Saturday, on Aftershock, there’s gonna be a match. One match, to be specific. Every. Single. One of you, with the exception of our standing champions, of course, will compete in an over the top rope battle royale. The winner of that match will face the World Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh, on April 20th at Collision’s first exclusive Pay-Per-View. I wish each and every one of y’all the best of luck. Kick some ass and show the NFW viewers why Collision is the fucking place to be!

Fade out on Luthor’s sinister smile.
The lights in the arena went black and stayed out for a good ten seconds until "Faith" by Ghost began playing. The gold lights started flashing to the beat of the song as smoke began rising up from the ramp. As the first verse began, Matt Shields stepped out and looked at the crowd. Shields pointed the kendo stick down at the ring as several large bursts of fire shot up on either side of him. He stalked down to the ring, carrying his kendo stick in his right hand, dragging it along the ramp behind him, while he had a balloon in his left hand. As he reached the bottom of the ramp, he let the balloon go, flying off into the rafters. He then went to the steps and slowly climbed them. He stopped as he got to the ring apron, went to the middle of the ropes, turned towards the crowd, and pointed the kendo stick out at them before he wiped his feet and stepped inside. He went to the middle of the ring, hit the mat with the kendo stick and all the lights went out for a few seconds as the lyrics repeated.


As the bridge hits, the lights all came back on with an almost blinding burst as Shields stood with his arms outstretched in the middle of the ring. He handed off his kendo stick, Knightmare King mask, and ring jacket over to a production assistant before he snatched the mic from Roger Arden, drawing several boos.

Matt Shields: Oh shut the fuck up. You people don’t actually care about him.

This just gets more boos and jeers from the limited audience. Shields waves them on, enjoying the vitriol of the crowd.

Matt Shields: Oh yea, that’s what daddy likes. There are only two things I enjoy to hear more than you pathetic rabble booing me. When the bones of my enemies break, and when I make my queens moan. I could stand out here all night and let you idiots boo me, but the FCC would probably fine me for getting a noticeable erection, so I’m gonna need you all to shut the hell up right now.

The fans just continue booing as Shields starters laughing, He walks over to the ropes and does a few hip thrusts in their direction, then goes back to the middle of the ring.

Matt Shields: God damn you sheep are easy to manipulate. I have a microphone, I will always be louder than you. Shut the fuck up, boo until you go hoarse, I don’t give a shit. I have some very important words. Not about my opponent tonight, they’re just going to be known as the first ass I kicked in NFW about ten or fifteen minutes from now. No no no no no, right now I wanna talk about the NFW Championships. There’s quite a few in this country, and I’m sure you are expecting me to say I am going right after the top prize, that World heavyweight title, but no. Sativa sweetheart, you are safe for right now. Silver Mountain title? Wrong again fucksticks. Morgan, you are safe as well. As a matter of fact, every single champion, not just on Collision, but in the whole of NFW is safe. I don’t give a shit about your titles. They mean less to me than the super-soft paper I use to wipe my ass with.

The boos continue to rain down on Shields and he just eats it up, continuing to goad them on.

Matt Shields: You see, normally when I sign my name on the dotted line, hell sometimes even before then, I will hear this voice calling out to me. Everywhere I have gone, I heard this soft angelic voice speaking to me and me alone. It’s a special gift that only a few people possess. The ability to hear and speak with the soul in the gold. When titles are held by worthless pathetic wrestlers, they cry out for salvation, and I am that salvation. Now sometimes the voice is faint, and on rare occasions, they are actually content with the person holding them, but even then I can hear them, I can sense them, I can communicate with them. That isn’t the case here in NFW. There were no voices, no presence, no nothing. I know not a damn one of those titles would actually be content with the people holding them. No no no, not when they could be held by me. So I realized something when I could not even sense a presence from any of those belts. Those titles have no souls. Those titles are nothing but pieces of metal attached to scraps of leather. Each and every single title in this company is WORTHLESS!

The crowd starts screaming at him, calling him an asshole, saying he’s worthless, telling him to get out. He just stands there soaking it all in and laughing.

Matt Shields: Worthless, just like every single one of you that are booing me right now. If it’s not titles that I’m after, then what is it? Why did I come to NFW? Simple really. See for the first time in a long time, I don’t have a title clamoring to be wrapped around the waist of the best god damn wrestler on this planet. For the first time in a long time, I don’t have to set out to rescue a poor neglected soul from a lifetime of mediocrity. First the first time in a long time, I can do what I want to do inside this ring and within this company. So what do I wanna do? I want to have some fun. I want to create some chaos. I want to cause some carnage. I want to break bones, crush dreams, and carve out a path of destruction the likes of which has never been seen before or will ever be seen after. Normally when Matt god damn Shields steps into a company, it is the champions that have to worry, but now the only motherfuckers that are safe, are the ones carrying around those meaningless scraps of metal. So fight for those pathetic pieces of leather and tin, because holding one is the only way you escape my wrath. Now let’s bring out the first victim.

Shields tosses the mic back at Arden as he turns towards the ramp and smiles, awaiting his opponent.

Match #5/Singles

Matt Shields v. The Ringmaster (w/The Ringmistress)

This one started off with a bell and a slow circle of the mat between the two diabolical opponents. Next, the two locked up collar & elbow and Matt Shields had the early strength advantage with thirty extra pounds on his side but as he inched Ringmaster back into the corner, the returning showmaster planted a foot back against the middle turnbuckle and pushed back to keep himself from being fully cornered. Shields turned the tables and pulled Ringmaster out of the corner and into a side headlock but the Ringmaster’s slimmer frame allowed him to slip his head out and shove Shields, running him into the corner. Ringmaster came running in, right into a big boot by Shields who threw him into the ropes. Shields missed a lariat as Ringmaster slipped down between his legs and up into a graceful dropkick right into his back, sending him forward. Ringmaster ran in with a series of forearm smashes and a discus lariat, knocking Shields off balance but not off his feet. He left him wobbly though, enough to come off the ropes with a Slingblade and allow him to go for the cover. Shields kicked out right at two and the Ringmaster stayed on him as the Ringmistress slapped the mat, cheering her comrade on. To call this the Ringmaster’s welcome to NFW for Matt Shields was looking like an understatement until Shields shoved Ringmaster off of him from another side headlock and as Ringmaster came back off the ropes, Shields flat out just flicked him right in the eye and started laying in with the forearms.

Things were in Shields’ favor now as the big man just hammered away with everything he had at Ringmaster, forearm after forearm before finishing with a European Uppercut. The Ringmaster came back with a sudden discus lariat that staggered Shields, who came back with a standing High Knee right to the jaw. Ringmaster stumbled and Shields added an Enziguri for some extra insult to injury and both men hit the mat for the referee to start the 10 count. Shields was the first one up to his feet and The Ringmistress was right there on the apron, yelling and taunting him. Shields stepped over and took a swipe at her, pointing at her and calling her things that would have made Mother Mary herself clutch her chest. Shields missed with the swipe, however, as Ringmistress dropped back down to the floor and jawjacked right back up at him. Shields didn’t see the Ringmaster recovering behind him and the man slipped up behind Shields, going for a rollup pinfall but instead he let the big man roll through it, up onto his knees. Ringmaster hopped up onto his feet and Superkicked Shields right in the jaw! This knocked Shields back on his ass and the Ringmaster hit the ropes, coming in for a Sliding Forearm but somehow, Shields caught him by the arm and threw him over into a modified armdrag, flipped right into an armbar. Ringmaster was able to get his feet over to the ropes but Shields made sure to hold onto the arm to the count of 4.

This got the Ringmistress back up on the apron again, yelling at the ref to make sure Matt Shields stopped cheating to keep the advantage. Unfortunately, this just opened up a whole new window for the Knightmare King as the Ringmaster swatted Shields arms away and hit him with a European Uppercut. Shields just answered back with a tight closed fist, blasting him across the jaw and spun him around. This left him open to deliver his Frailty ripcord elbow smash followed by the Hellhound’s Bite and the pinfall cover. Even after the bell rang and Shields celebrated, the Ringmistress was trying to tell the ref that Shields used a closed fist to the face but the official could only apologize for apparently not seeing it. This left Shields to celebrate his victory while Ringmistress and Ringmaster took their leave up the aisle but not without the two competitors watching each other with Ringmaster holding his jaw and Matt Shields just smiling at him.

Nick Hanson: Matt, I don’t think we’ve seen the last of these two crossing paths.

Matt Salvatore: I wouldn’t complain if they did, Nicky!

Result: Pinfall

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The lights go out and bright green static comes up on the video screen.


The intro to "Voodoo Child" by Rogue Traders fills the arena as green lasers shoot up and wave around the entrance area and blue strobe lights light up the arena. Shapes start to take form in the static on the screen. The silhouette of a petite woman, a cross, a pot leaf, and a skull. They fade in and out, making you wonder if you actually saw them.


Sativa Nevaeh saunters out from backstage. She is dressed in the Han Solo-esque style of the season. Boots, leggings, pale-colored long sleeve top, puffy black vest. The NFW World Heavyweight Title slung over a shoulder and a smirk on her face.


Sativa made her way towards the ring. The crowd showing their lack of appreciation for their champion. She continued to smirk as she jaw jacked with some of the members of the crowd. She made it to the ring and quick-stepped up the stairs. She entered the ring and strode around it arrogantly. She receives a mic from one of the ring crew.

Sativa Nevaeh: Well, well, well, might as well call me a fuckin prophet.

The crowd boos Sativa loudly.

Sativa Nevaeh: I told everyone I would start this year like I did last year. As NFW World Heavyweight Champion. And here I stand, with my title back in my possession. I also said that no matter what, after Wrestle War, Collision would once again have a proper champion.

She chuckles and starts to pace lightly.

Sativa Nevaeh: Danni almost got the job done. I made her dig deep. Had she won, she would have finally become the champion she always had the ability to be. But, well, she’s out of the sport.

Once again the crowd boos the champion. She just chuckles and continues.

Sativa Nevaeh: It’s part of the game. Always that chance that something bad is going to happen. Now, I know those out there will blame me for this. It’s the way things are. Anything I can get blamed for, no matter how weakly, I get blamed for. So, go ahead, boo, and jeer. Blame me for Danni’s problem. None of you did that when Anton ended Marcello and Nico’s careers. His was more deliberate than anything I did. But, it’s Sativa so she is horrible.

She stops and adjusts the belt, switching it to her other shoulder.

Sativa Nevaeh: I will take your jabs and hatred. I will also once again set the standard of champion in NFW.

That devilish grin creeps onto Sativa’s lips.

Sativa Nevaeh: I will bring peace, and prosperity to my, new, Empire!

Sativa drops the mic as her music kicks up again. It is hard to hear the music though over the hatred the crowd poured out onto the champion. She just grinned and spread her arms. She seemed to feed off of and enjoy their hatred.
"Cherry Pie" blares through the speakers as newly signed superstar Sophitia Kohler makes her way to the ring, hips wiggling seductively as she walks. She climbs onto the apron, blowing a kiss out across the crowd before stepping through the ropes and grabbing a microphone.

Sophitia: Hello NFW universe! My name is Sophitia Kohler, but you can call me the "Tuesday Night Delight"!

When she lowers the mic and waves to everyone, that's when Halestorm's "I Like It Heavy" starts on the speakers. Sela-Rica Lark walks out flanked by Abigail Lindsay, both with mics in their hands as well. They pause on stage to a chorus of jeers from the crowd but they simply smile at each other as Sela is the first to speak, bringing the mic to her mouth.

Sela: Well, Sophitia, please allow us to be the first members of the roster to officially welcome you to NFW. It truly has been awhile since we got some ideally new blood here. I mean after 2020, we were actually kind of feeling a little underwhelmed. Now don't mistake me, there were some truly awesome moments, but I kinda wished for just a little bit more.

Abigail Lindsay: Normally I am not a rah rah, yay, this is a brand new year. When you actually put some thought into it, we came up with the concept of days, weeks, months, years as a unit of measurement to make our time on this Earth a little more bearable. The last date on the Mayan Calendar is June 21st, 2020. Spoiler, we are far past that moment in time. I am willing to make an exception to my own rule. Why you wonder? Last year wasn’t positive for me, mostly. However, me and Sela found each other. Best decision I made was offering to be her ally. Now we’re good friends. 2020 wasn’t a complete train wreck.

Abigail flashes a smile.

Abigail Lindsay: Me and Sela were talking about starting 2021 on the right note. You’re new to wrestling Sophitia. Me and Sela are new to Collison. A lot of newness to start the new year. Bet you’re wondering why we are here? What could we possibly want with you? Why would we nudge ourselves into your moment? So many questions, so little time.

Abigail and Sela have both been moving to the ring this whole time and they approach Sophitia on opposite sides.

Sela: And that's not all we have in common. The three of us here and now, we are probably the most seductive individuals on the Collision roster right now. And let this be your first lesson, girl.

Sela smiles as she rolls into the ring while Abi climbs in on the other side.

Sela: Everyone says it's all about power and wits and thrills and skills, but seduction will get you everywhere in this business. Because no one expects them of being anything more than pretty faces.

Abigail Lindsay: Cleopatra. Catherine The Great. Mata Hari Marilyn Monroe. All these women knew the power of seduction and wielded the power with precision. Might doesn’t always make right. A heavy hand doesn’t always drive the point home. It’s the poison that slowly works filters its way through the system that makes the most lasting impact.

Sela rests an arm on Sophitia's shoulder. She gives Sophitia a very polite smile.

Sela: So you see, we're more alike than you think. And that's okay. This company needs more women who know how to use their body and mind all as one. You understand what we're saying?

Sophitia looks at both women, a smile bright on her face.

Sophitia: That the two of you want to be my new friends?

Sela: See Abi, I told you.

Abigail Lindsay: You did.

Abigail turns to look at Sophitia.

Abigail Lindsay: Yes doll, the bestest of friends. Imagine all the fun the three of us could stir up.

Sela: And of course Sophitia, one of the things that friends do is look out for each other. That's why we want to teach you these lessons.

Sophitia: Wow! You guys are so great! I was worried I wouldn't have any friends when I came here since I don't really know anyone.

Sophitia smiles, looking back and forth between both women. Sela nods and they exchange a few words off mic for a bit. Sela backs up and extends her hand out to Sophitia. Sophitia looks at it with a smile and Sela nods saying a couple more words. When she takes it, Sela pulls her into a warm embrace. The audience is rife with boos about the display, but that is until Sophitia turns around.

Nick Hanson: HEY, LOOK OUT!

Matt Salvatore: OH, MAN!!

What Sophitia turns around to is a stiff head butt to the forehead of Abigail. The shot forces Sophitia down to her knees. The crowd grows increasingly incensed. Before the newcomer can rise up to pose any type of defense, Abigail bounces off the ropes, on her way back to Sophitia jumps off the mat high enough to where her foot is above the back Sophitia’s head, coming straight down she stomps her face into the mat. Abigail gives nods to Sela. The Underground Queen nods back. Sela stands over Sophitia with that sadistic smirk on her face. As Sophitia grabs onto Sela, Sela watches the struggle with psychotic glee until she grabs Sophitia up and lays her back down with Just For Fun. The audience is going wild and Sela falls to the mat rolling in laughter. She rolls a bit more until she bumps Sophitia's body. Her arm drapes over the fallen woman and gives her a lick on her cheek. Sela grabs the mic again.

Sela: Lesson two, never trust the seducers.

Matt Salvatore: That’s not a bad lesson to learn, Nick!

Nick Hanson: Oh yeah, real nice. Some welcome from these two, Matt! Glad you condone it!

Sela rolls around a bit more with laughter. Abigail goes over to grab her microphone. She returns to the fallen body of Sophitia. Taking a seat right next to her, Abigail pats her on the forehead.

Abigail Lindsay: Welcome to Collison, sweetie. Nothing personal of course. Lesson number three for you and everyone else watching, this is our playground; much easier to accept that truth than to resist the inevitable. Hope you enjoy your stay. Ta-ta for now.

Matt Salvatore: Welcome to the big leagues, kiddo!

Nick Hanson: Oh will, you stop it?

Abigail rises to her feet as Halestorm's "I Like It Heavy" plays again. She grabs Sela’s hand. Both women admire their handiwork one last time before walking over to the ropes to exit the ring. Abigail holds the ropes open for Sela to exit first. Abigail exits next with Sela holding the ropes for her. She follows Sela as she walks down the steps. The mischievous duo make their way to the back.
The announcement of Danni Anderson’s retirement had left a bittersweet taste in everyone’s mouth. Where the fans were concerned, they understood that after her recent matches and injuries, she had no choice. Clearly, though, they would miss seeing her compete. Danni herself was not yet at peace with the situation, either, prompting Damon Cross to come out and help her finish her message. Now, while the former World Champion rested in her locker room, perhaps for the final time in her young life, Damon wended his way toward the catering area in the back. A few folks spoke in greeting and Cross would smile and offer a word or two in return, but the smile didn’t make it to his eyes. This struck him hard for reasons that he would keep close to the vest. However, as he was making a cup of coffee, someone was determined to get more than a few words out of him.

Up strolls none other than the current, two-time, NFW World Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh. She is dressed in that “Han Solo Chic” look of the season. The World Heavyweight Title slung over her shoulder and that almost permanent smirk on her lips.

Sativa Nevaeh: Well, well, well, if it isn’t the knight in brooding armor.

Damon Cross: Sativa.

Perhaps he could have sounded less curt, but Damon was not exactly sporting the most chipper of moods. Still, he acknowledges the champion verbally, if nothing else. Then he resumes stirring his coffee and taking a LONG sip before turning to face her. His eyes avert to the title briefly, then return to match the stare of the champion.

Damon Cross: How nice to see you. Pleasant evening thus far?

Sativa Nevaeh: First show of the year, I’ve got my title back, won three awards. Doin’ pretty good tonight.

Damon Cross: Certainly not letting the negativity of 2020 follow you into the new year. You deserve all the congratulations that you get for those accomplishments.

And truly, Damon sounds and looks like he means it. He takes a longer drink from the coffee this time, never breaking his stare. Sativa gives him an odd glance.

Sativa Nevaeh: Don’t you have some sugar plum princess to go, I dunno, be broody around?

Damon Cross: You’re the one who walked up to me with a little strut in your step and a twinkle in your eye, champ. I was just getting some coffee.

He takes another sip to emphasize that point, pinky extended, and lowers the vessel with a most charming smile.

Damon Cross: You’re the one mingling with the commoners, as some of your cohorts might put it. I figured you just had something interesting to say. Or that you were going to brag. One or the other.

He offers a light shrug. But over the cup, his eyes are now locked on the championship shining over the young woman’s shoulder. Sativa raises a brow as she notices Damon’s gaze to the title.

Sativa Nevaeh: Oh, what’s that look for? Realize your girl don’t got it anymore and think you can take it?

Damon Cross: I realize a lot of things. More than perhaps you have even considered. I realize that your efforts in that match with Danni kicked off what eventually brought her career to an end last weekend. I realize that you took the honest friendship she gave you and threw it in her face behind the guise of altruistic nonsense. You hurt her. You did your part in ending her career. And the last time someone did something like this to her, I saw to it that they paid in blood and gave her the apology she deserved.

The answer comes calmly, paused when Damon finishes the cup of java, crumples the cup and arcs it perfectly over the table with the sweets and into a nearby bin.

Damon Cross: The difference being is that you're no Jansen Myrrh. You're no Tren Descarrilado. And most importantly... this time? I don't want your apologies, Mary Contrary. And neither does Danielle. If you want to know what she wants, you can ask her... if you still dare to call yourself a friend. But I'll tell you EXACTLY what I want.

That smile creeps up again… arrogantly charming. The sort that makes a person not sure if they want to kiss or slug Damon. A call back to another time, another life. That isn’t important, though. What’s important is him reaching out and laying a hand on the title belt resting over Sativa’s shoulder while never breaking eye contact with her.

Without breaking that eye contact Sativa reaches over and removed Damon’s hand from the title. She offers a sickeningly sweet fake smile.

Sativa Nevaeh: Well, you’re in that match Sunday. Best do your best and see if you can win THIS little contest and get that shot. But I do know your little problem with stuff like this.

Damon’s smile lingers, but as with before, it leaves his eyes completely.

Damon Cross: Nice try. But I’ve made peace with my past failures. New year, new me. But I understand why you hope I would remain on that road. After what you’ve done, I wouldn’t want to face me, either. After all… I’m not blinded by my emotions like my fiancee. I WILL win that Battle Royal. And I WILL be coming for that belt. And you had better be ready.

Sativa stood there stoic and quiet, letting Damon get his whole speech out. She then chuckled and through on a raspy voice.

Sativa Nevaeh: Good, good. Let your hate flow through you.

Sativa chuckles and clears her throat.

Sativa Nevaeh: You can try and take it. Last time I held this title for a year. I think I’ll go for two this time. And beating you would be a great start.

Damon Cross: You’re right. It would be. If. Except I’m not the type to fall to your manipulations. Physically? There’s nothing you could do to me that I haven’t had worse already.

Sativa Nevaeh: Well...

Sativa gives a little chuckle.

Sativa Nevaeh: You ain’t anything special to write home about. So, I guess we’ll see how it plays out. See if you can get the job done.

Damon Cross: I'm sure you thought the same of the former champion before you locked horns. That'll be the difference between Danielle and myself when it comes time to take a shot at that gold, though. She's a sweet person with strong feelings and a good heart. Gold and glory aren't everything to her. Me, though? I'm a monster. And while I'm working and striving to be better? A monster is always a monster, Sativa. Once people label you as such, nothing will ever shake it, because what you were, what their worst memories of you are? It'll always be in the back of their heads. Why? Because they're afraid that's what you'll be again.

He leans in a little. Now there's no faking a smile at all. No charm, no bravado. Just Damon, stripped to what lies within.

Damon Cross: So don't push me. You have a far better chance of beating me as I am now than you would if you pissed me off. Not even shacking up with a Matthews can prepare you for THAT level of darkness.

And with that said, he turns from the champion and moves to walk away, snatching a few cookies from the nearby platter as he goes… presumably for Danni. Sativa watches him go with that smirk on her face. She gives a single nod before she heads off in her own direction.

Match #6/Singles

Kamila Rose v. Jasmine Matthews

There’s a bit of history and bad blood here, between these two. Kamila Rose was the one that left Lilith Meadows of The Kingdom’s heart requiring a mend. Jasmine Matthews was the one who picked up the pieces and put them together. Since Kamila Rose’s arrival to NFW, she’s had her tense moments with the Queen of the Kingdom and things finally reached another level at WWXVII’s Wrestle War Rumble where Rose and Matthews mixed it up for much of their shared time in the rumble before Rose managed to eliminate Matthews. Kamila Rose is seeking the opportunity to turn over a new leaf in life but she still has to settle things with Jasmine Matthews.

The two come out of their corners with Jasmine immediately going into hostile mode. Forgiveness isn’t going to come so easy after everything that’s transpired over the years. Kamila obviously knows this as she steels her resolve and just stands there as Jasmine looms over her. Tia Santos stands by ringside, watching the match from under her hoodie and bandana. Jasmine gets so fired up, she pie faces Kamila and the Cub responds with an angry shove to the Fanged Rose who breaks into a taunting laugh and the two finally come in and lock up tight. They jar for position and Kamila gets Jasmine in a front wristlock to which Jasmine just throws an elbow back, catching Kamila in the side of the face. She grabs Kamila and shoves her into the nearest corner, beginning to unload with the backhand chops to the chest. Tia slapped the mat, calling for Kamila to get out of the corner. It seemed futile at first until Jasmine paused long enough to warn Tia not to get involved. That’s when Kamila took the opening, and stepped out with a kick to the ribs when Jasmine turned back towards her. She fed her a few forearms before running off the ropes and came in for a Lou Thesz Press but Jasmine countered with a kick to Kamila’s midsection. Now Jasmine ran off the ropes but Kamila caught her with an Armdrag which set off a chain of Jasmine running right into them, causing Kamila to just use her momentum to toss her across the ring until the Fanged Rose started looking a little loopy and Kamila hit an Exploder Suplex, dropping Jasmine onto her neck for a cover and a two count.

Jasmine got the shoulder up but that Exploder slowed her down enough that Kamila was able to start getting some heavy offense in. The Cub took The Fanged Rose on a little tour of Suplex City. German. Belly to Belly. Overhead. Samoan. Again, Jasmine kicked out of a pin attempt again and Kamila picked her up, going for The Black Rose, but Jasmine countered it into a Shiranui, driving Kamila into the mat for a cover of her own. Kamila kicked out and Jasmine pulled her to her feet, jawjacking right in her face again as she whipped her off the ropes. Kamila ducked a lariat attempt but Jasmine ran right off the ropes as Kamila rebounded and took The Cub down with a Spear. Jasmine went right into a series of braced knee strikes to Kamila’s ribs, softening up the midsection to make it harder to get very much oxygen in. Once she picked Kamila back up, she clipped her with a European Uppercut. Kamila fired back with a hard forearm. Jasmine staggered and came right back with her Bloodline enziguri!! Jasmine went for the cover but Kamila got her foot on the ropes before pulling herself out of the ring to catch a breather. Jasmine waited for Kamila to get to a full vertical position before running off the ropes and came in for a Suicide Dive but Kamila answered right back with a stunning Enziguri of her own that caught her in the head right as she started coming through the ropes and got Jasmine hung up on the middle rope. She was able to pull herself up but Kamila climbed onto the apron and yanked her throat down onto the top rope with a Hot Shot.

Kamila climbed back up onto the apron and came back into the ring with a Springboard Bulldog, driving Jasmine’s face right into the mat for a nearfall! Literally about a 2.9. She picked Jasmine up to her feet, getting a little fumed now as she whipped her into the ropes and came off the other end. The way they collided and Kamila backflipped around Jasmine’s arm said that she was going for The Rose Clipper but Jasmine managed to avoid being all out grabbed and taken over. As soon as Kamila landed on her feet and staggered backwards, Jasmine stepped in and delivered ICE COLD to The Cub!! Kamila’s head snapped back as she fell to the mat and Jasmine, looking a little exhausted, knelt down and covered her for the three count victory.

In This Moment’s “Big Bad Wolf” played as Jasmine Matthews sat up, holding her ribs as Kamila stirred. Tia Santos came into the ring to help Kamila sit up and The Cub and The Fanged Rose ended up in a brief staredown before Jasmine slowly stuck out a fist. Kamila returned the bump, watching her tentatively before rolling out to the floor. Kamila headed up the ramp with Tia as Jasmine celebrated her victory in the ring.

Matt Salvatore: Well, that could have probably gone worse. Looked like the Queen gave the Cub come kudos there, Nick!

Nick Hanson: I’d say the same, Matt! Wonder if it means anything.

Result: Pinfall

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Backstage, just outside of The Kingdom’s locker room, stood the Queen’s Guard as well as Isabella Luna. Having had their match earlier in the night, the 4 women were now back in street clothes. Jamie and Isabella were talking to each other quietly while Lluvia and Moe were watching the pair, exchanging small looks with one another. It didn’t tke long before Josh Davidson came up to them causing Lluvia and Moe to sigh. Isabella and Jamie stopped talking and walked over to the other two women, joining them as Josh began speaking.

Josh Davidson: Ladies, earlier tonight, Moe announced her leaving the ring. Now, we’re going to miss you in the ring, but that’s going to take The Queen’s Guard down to 2 members.

Isabella Luna: Look...Josh, right? These young ladies put on a Hell of a match tonight. Along with that, it was a very emotio-

Lluvia Cane: It’s alright, mom. We already know what he’s getting at. It’s about the Trios Title Tournament, isn’t Josh?

Josh looked between the mother/daughter duo, unsure of if he should respond or not. After a few moments of silence, he nodded at Lluvia as an answer. Moe and Lluvia looked at each other before they began speaking.

Moe Renhaun: With me leaving the ring, that does put The Queen’s Guard at only two members…

Lluvia Cane: But Moe and I have talked this over since the announcement. Really, there’s only person that comes to our minds that would be perfect.

Moe Renhaun: Taking my place in the Queen’s Guard, if she’ll accept the spot that is, will be none other than…

Lluvia Cane: The one and only, my mom, “The Cherokee Princess” Isabella Luna!

Isabella looked at the two women with shock, taking a few moments to let the news sink in before giving the two women a tight hug. Jamie gave Isabella a hug when she released Lluvia and Moe. Moe looked at Josh, seeing that he was still standing there.

Moe Renhaun: I’ll take that as she accepts the spot. With Isabella in the mix, everyone in that tournament better….

All Women: Behold The Kingdom.
Following Damon Cross’ entrance to the ring for the main event, the crowd eagerly awaits his opponent as Queens of the Stone Age’s “Smooth Sailing” starts up over the system. The lights are going, setting the vibe for the arrival of Cass Baumer. The cameras jump backstage as Cass Baumer is seen headed towards the ring with her confident strut. She’s got her signature little smirk as she pops the collar of her jacket up. She’s nearing close to Gorilla Position when all of a sudden BOOM!!!!! She’s blindsided out of nowhere by a larger figure that basically just wall checks the shit out of her! Cass hits the wall with a grunt as her attacker grabs her by the back of the head and starts firing off with everything from knees to the ribs to repeated elbows to the face. The crowd in the arena explodes into a mixed reaction as the attacker is instantly recognized as ADRIANNA SALVATORE!!

Nick Hanson: Hey whoa, whoa, whoa!!!! What the hell?!

Matt Salvatore: Adri?!

Nick Hanson: Adrianna Salvatore! She’s on Trauma! What is she doing here, tonight?! Matt?!

Matt Salvatore: Don’t look at me, Nick! I’m just as lost as you are! The fuck is going on?!

Adrianna Salvatore finally lets up on her assault, even if for a moment. Cass looks ready to slump to the floor but Adrianna holds her up by her hair and her jacket. The crowd reacts emphatically as blood covers Baumer’s nose and runs down over her mouth. She barely even seems aware of what’s going on anymore.

Adrianna Salvatore: Hope ya don’t mind me dropping in, Cass. Thought I’d come check out the “A Show!”

Nick Hanson: "A Show?" What is she…?

Matt Salvatore: I don’t know, Nick, but look out!!!

Adrianna finally takes Cass and runs her across the corridor, throwing her like a ragdoll into a stack of empty equipment boxes. Cass is left groaning and coughing as Adrianna steps back and turns to the camera with a sneer before turning and storming off down the hallway. The camera follows after her because something in her body language says she isn’t finished yet, as she moves with a purpose down the hallway. She shoves through the set of double doors that lead out into the open equipment bay. The doors swing close and we lose her for a second before the camera man hurries after her, spotting her as the doors open again.

Nick Hanson: Folks, we apologize, but we have no answer to what’s even happening here. Adrianna Salvatore is not a member of the Collision roster. She is not booked to be here tonight. Matt, you said you have no clue? I mean she’s your daughter!

Matt Salvatore: I have no idea what’s going on, Nick! Believe me, she usually tells me shit!

Nick Hanson: Well we’ve got Damon Cross in the ring. Even he looks about as lost as the rest of us. He’s supposed to have a match against Cass Baumer. She was just viciously assaulted!! We’ve got EMTs tending to her.

Backstage, where Cass Baumer was last seen, the ring doctor is already on the scene with a pair of EMTs carefully looking her over. The scene jumps back to where Adrianna Salvatore was last seen. She’s got the control pad to the loading bay door in her hand and presses the button. With a buzz and a mechanical whirr, the bay door slowly begins to raise up. There’s some confusion at first as the door lifts up. It’s like something out of a fictional film as a blue light from outside just pours into the Collision Center. But...this is the red brand, isn’t it? Yes, it is, but as the door lifts and the blue light continues to pour in, we’re met with several - numerous even - silhouettes of figures standing against the light.

Nick Hanson: Uhhhh...Matt?!

Matt Salvatore: What the hell is…?

Their unfinished questions are answered as the lighting adjusts and the silhouettes begin to pour into the Collision Center. It’s the TRAUMA ROSTER!!!! The crowd goes wild, mixes of boos and cheers as the men and women of the blue brand just come pouring into this episode of Collision! Some are in their regular clothes while some are even in their ring gear with Trauma t-shirts on!

Adrianna Salvatore: LET’S GO!

Adrianna starts pointing, directing traffic and clusters of Trauma members break off in different directions in the arena. Adrianna herself leads the charge of a large group, back the way she came - headed right towards the ring. It’s all out chaos starting to unfold as any backstage security that try to step in and restore order are literally beaten down by members of the blue brand!

Nick Hanson: WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON?! WHAT’S TRAUMA DOING HERE?!

Matt Salvatore: NICK, I’M SEEING EVERY DAMN MEMBER I CAN THINK OF!! AT LEAST MOST OF THEM!!

Nick Hanson: THIS IS INSANE, MATT!!

Matt Salvatore: I HATE TO SAY IT, BUT I THINK WE’RE BEING INVADED!!

An Invasion indeed and it’s quickly spread throughout the entire arena. We quickly jump backstage to the catering room. A few familiar faces of the Collision roster - Jerry Watts, Keiji Sugiwara, Dona Rotten, Jamie Austin - are all sitting and talking over plates of food. Suddenly the doors leading from the equipment bay BURST open and a portion of the Trauma force come rushing in!! The Collision roster members are caught off guard and outnumbered as Trauma just brutally assaults them. Tables are knocked over, chairs are kicked across the floor, food is spilled all over the place. The Trauma members that have poured in but haven’t gotten to those members of Collision in catering pour down the hallway to the locker rooms.

We jump back to the interview room right by Gorilla Position and Adrianna’s group is in there just tearing things down and laying out anybody who gets in their way. It’s a case of wrong place, wrong time for stars like Melody, Teresa Duke and Jansen Myrrh who were just minding their own business before being bum rushed by the likes of Adrianna, Nathanael Morian, La Servientas de Yum Kimil, Anton Crowley, Cali-Kate and Graham Baker.

Nick Hanson: My God, Matt!!! We need to stop this! Someone needs to stop this NOW!!!

Matt Salvatore: We gotta get some kinda order restored here and that’s ME saying this!

Cameras cut again, this time to the locker room area. Trauma roster members have busted into the shared locker room and are attacking anybody in sight, associated with Collision! Ryan Terror, The Ringmaster, Jed Coffey, Matt Shields - they’ve been ambushed by Aiden Prince, Kasey Kash, FM Young, Tim and Kirios Hunt, and Qiyanna Marshal.

Over in the women’s shared locker room, Trauma names Jenn Drew, Glitch, AIFF & XLR of Sylenth1, and Solomon Graham have kicked in the door and are overwhelming Sela Rica-Lark, Abigail Lindsey, Maki and Yukiko Kusanagi.

Over in the locker room The Kingdom has reserved, the entire stable is mixed up in a nasty brawl with a combination of all three S.B.S members along with the four members of The Hive!! With them, just by sheer common interest is Minoru Tanahashi. Minoru and Mister J pair off to lead a two on one against Tren Descarrilado while the rest of the Hive and S.B.S bring the pain down on the rest of The Kingdom.

Matt Salvatore: Nick, I don’t like this one bit! We’ve been completely overwhelmed here!

Nick Hanson: Someone’s gotta do something!

Matt Salvatore: Well, no shit! Wait a minute, now what?

Nick Hanson: Oh god. Look out Damon!

Inside the ring, still as taken aback as the commentary team, Damon Cross hasn’t left the ring yet. Instead, he’s gone out, under the ring and gotten a kendo stick. The Black Ronin now stands in the middle of the ring as the crowd’s volume raises again. The group of Adrianna Salvatore, La Servientas, Nathan Morian, House Crowley and Graham Baker are pouring out of the tunnel and marching down the steps and towards the ring.

Nick Hanson: Matt, that is SEVEN people coming towards the ring! Damon Cross has no assistance!

Matt Salvatore: ….Fucking hell he doesn’t!

Nick Hanson: What are you--Matt!!

The crowd stirs with more interest as Matt Salvatore throws off his headset, rises from his chair and pulls his jacket off. He tugs up the sleeves to his black long sleeved shirt, climbs onto the apron and the 6’11, 335lb retired wrestler steps over the top rope and into the ring!!

Nick Hanson: Folks! I haven’t seen my colleague in a ring in over a year! This is unreal!

Damon Cross looks ready to start laying people out as the group of Trauma members approaching all surround the ring and climb onto the apron. Matt Salvatore sticks an arm out in front of him and asks him to hold for a minute. The retired wrestler turned commentator steps forward as Adrianna slides into the ring like a snake ready to strike. She slowly rises with father and daughter coming to stand before each other. Matt can be half heard asking her what the hell she’s doing with Adrianna keeping a stone face and asking her father to step aside. Says this has nothing to do with him but Matt replies that it damn well does! A sudden shout over the commentary audio sounds and we see that La Servientas de Yum Kimil have suddenly sprung on Nick Hanson and are throwing a beating onto him! Matt’s evidently heard it, because he turns back to see and he throws the first shot from the Collision side in the ring. The man once known as Doomsday rushes with an angry roar and just bulldozes Nathanael Morian off of the apron and into the barricade.

Adrianna Salvatore moves towards her father - truthfully to probably just try and stop him - but Damon Cross swings for the fences and CRACKS her over the head with the kendo stick! Graham Baker rushes into the ring and goes for Clean The Blade but Damon jukes, Graham spins and Damon drives the kendo stick into the Guillotine’s ribs! A second shot cracks over his back and a third, finally smacks down over Graham’s head. Matt Salvatore is out of the ring, throwing shots at Lady Death and Santa Muerte. The big commentator - literally- grabs both of them by their heads and slams their foreheads together. La Servientas goes down and Matt moves to check on Nick.

Nathanael Morian is back up and climbing onto the apron. He gets one leg in through the ropes before Damon Cross whacks him over the back of the head with the kendo stick. The damn thing SPLITS from the impact and the Black Ronin tosses it aside. Finally, he turns and sees Anton Crowley on the apron, just smiling wickedly at him. The crowd buzzes with anticipation as Damon Cross gets into a ready pose, fired up and just tells Anton Crowley to “Fucking Bring It!!!” Anton doesn’t move an inch. He just stands there, grinning as Damon realizes he’s been duped. Suddenly, he’s whipped around and catches a Geek-Chic Kick from Cali-Kate that sends him into the ropes. As he bounces off, Kate catches him and starts setting up for Starstruck!! As she twists him around, Damon turns right out of it, but keeps hold of Kate! He yanks her in, hooks the arms and DRAGONFIRE DDT!!!! Anton Crowley flies into a rage! He hurries into the ring! Rushes Damon Cross! SPEAR FROM MATT SALVATORE TAKES ANTON DOWN!!!! The Collision Center audience is going fucking APESHIT now!!!

Crowd: DOOMSDAY! DOOMSDAY! DOOMSDAY! DOOMSDAY!

Anton rolls out of the ring and Matt follows. He grabs the NFW Undisputed Champion when Nathanael Morian and La Servientas are back up and suddenly rush the big man, leading a three on one beatdown. Anton recovers a moment later and joins in on putting the boots to him! Damon Cross throws Cali-Kate out of the ring, thinking he’s cleared the ring when suddenly, he turns and MOAB LAUNCH BY ADRIANNA SALVATORE!!!! The Black Ronin goes down but not for long as Adrianna pulls him up to his feet and promptly follows up, setting him up and getting the 213lb man up in an impressive display of her strength as she DRILLS him down into the mat with Ground Zero!!!! Adrianna rises to her feet as the Trauma members backstage begin to pour out of the tunnels and run down to the ringside area. They start breaking down the commentary tables, tearing up the padded floor, pulling the Collision aprons off of the ring, pulling off the turnbuckle covers. They’re tearing everything apart! This is the last image we see as the credits appear on the bottom of the screen. Chaos around the ring as Adrianna stands in the center. Relishing in the carnage. Laughing….