NFW Collision #91 - 02/09/2021!

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, everybody! Welcome to New Frontier Wrestling’s longest running broadcast, Collision! We thank you for joining us. I’m Nick Hanson, joined by my broadcast colleague Jim Reynolds. So, Jim, it seems like you’re back on commentary full time, huh?

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, ya know something, Nicky? I miss talent scouting, we need Matt back here. He puts up with this shit better than I do.

Nick Hanson: What sh...stuff?

Jim Reynolds: You know. The crap you and him deal with with the goody goodies in that ring.

Nick Hanson: ...I see. Well then, moving on! Welcome, folks! We are one week removed from a literal Civil War, so to speak. Our Invasion supershow!

Jim Reynolds: Aaaaand we fucking won, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: We...what? Jim, I don’t think--

Jim Reynolds: We won!

Nick Hanson: Okay, fine. We won. We’ve also got a new World Heavyweight Champion.

Jim Reynolds: Behold The Kingdom, baybay!! Sativa Nevaeh - three time World Champion!

Nick Hanson: Yes, she cashed in her Wild Card on Damon Cross, moments after he defeated Anton Crowley in the battle of the NFW Champions. She’s been pretty smug with herself all week.

Jim Reynolds: Can you blame her? I would be too! Can’t wait to hear what she has to say about it toni--

Suddenly the lights in the Collision Center abruptly go out. The crowd ooo and ahh as clearly something is about to happen. A video package where it shows one of the most extravagant and complete training facilities that anyone has ever seen plays. The music that plays along with the piece is “Kingdoms Fall” by Red Means Run. At the end of the video the name Team TRIOCS explodes into view.

Nick Hanson: Well, it seems we’re getting a visit from some of our newest talent!

Jim Reynolds: What was that I said a minute ago about not being able to tolerate goody goodies?

Nick Hanson: Oh, stop it.

The revving of a very loud and powerful car can be heard throughout the venue as the lights fade back on. Headlights are seen coming from the side of the stage as a gray and light blue Bugatti Divo drives right next to the stage. The driver pins the throttle one last time before the door opens and Ryleigh Ruin is seen exiting the multimillion dollar vehicle. The passenger door opens as well and surprisingly out comes Isidora Jansen. Neither of the women is wearing ring gear rather Ryleigh is dressed in a tight red dress. She looks at Isidora and smiles as she walks to the front of the car. Isi is seen fiddling around the passenger seat for a moment. The Italian beauty sets something on the ground and meets Ry at the front of the vehicle. Isidora hands Ryleigh a diamond studded dog leash as Ry’s gray miniature Shar-Pei comes into view. The two women smile at each other once again and share a cute little kiss. They walk to the ring hand in hand with the perfectly composed pup in tow. When they reach the ring Isidora holds open the ropes so Ryleigh can climb in the ring. Ry returns the favor and the crowd goes wild to see the two women make a grand entrance. Ry walks to the opposite side of the ring and is handed a microphone.

Nick Hanson: Arriving in style, I see.

Jim Reynolds: I ain’t gonna lie; that is a sweet looking ride but an ugly ass dog.

Nick Hanson: Hey Jim? Next time you find you’re able to say something nice about someone? Stop before you reach the contradictory negative remark.

Jim Reynolds: Fuck you, Nicky.

Ryleigh: Hello to all of you in attendance and everyone watch wherever you might be!! If those of you who don’t know who I am my name is Ryleigh Ruin and I’m the leader of the hottest new team here in NFW call Team TRIOCS… Stands for the training center I run The Ruin Institute of Combat Sports!!

Crowd: TRIOCS! TRIOCS! TRIOCS! TRIOCS!

Jim Reynolds: Oh god, can these idiots shut the hell up?

Nick Hanson: They’re showing fan support, Jim. You oughta try it sometime.

Jim Reynolds: I would if I was a fan. I’m not.

Ryleigh: Now, some of you may know me from my many exploits both in and outside the ring, but I’m not here to talk about that tonight. What I am here for is to tell you that TRIOCS is expanding and that starts with this gorgeous woman I’m lucky enough to call my girlfriend… ISIDORA JANSEN!!!

Ryleigh giggles and kisses the hand of Isidora she’s holding on to. She winks at her lover as she continues.

Ryleigh: She is the first of the official introductions I have tonight so why don’t we let her say a few words of her own to all of you beautiful people!!

Ryleigh hands the mic to Isi and beams with joy as Isidora begins to speak.

Isidora: I’m honored to be part of the team. Even if it is just a small part of what the full team can offer. I am hoping to learn something more than I already know, besides I scored the wonderful girlfriend in process.

Isidora hands the microphone back to her girlfriend before kissing Ryleigh on the cheek. Ry giggles once again as she picks up her doggo.

Ryleigh: Ohhhh… This is my perfect little lady called Trinity!! She’s my baby girl and you’re certainly going to be seeing a lot of her seeing I go nowhere without her. I know she’ll be the most popular member of the squad and that’s just fine!

Ryleigh kisses Trinity on the side of her head and Trin returns the affection with a lick on her cheek.

Ryleigh: Well, let's keep it rolling and introduce to other power couples in our stable, shall we? These two are my best friends and two-thirds of the next Trios Champions… I give you Xander Fillmore and Rayola Davine!!!

Jim Reynolds: We haven’t even crowned our first Trios Champions! What the hell is she going on about?

Nick Hanson: Aspirations, Jim. Perhaps they may be the first to challenge the winners of tonight!

Jim Reynolds: You know who else had aspirations? Ethan Skinner. Look where that got him.

Nick Hanson: Ooh...ouch...haha….

Jim Reynolds: Hey, I just made you laugh!

Nick Hanson: Ahem. You did. Anyway, here they come! Xander Fillmore and Rayola Davine!

Jim Reynolds: Two thirds of a team with high expectations of themselves.

Nick Hanson: Stooooooop!

“Victorious” by Panic! At The Disco starts to play and the power couple appear from backstage hand in hand. The fighter Xander twirls his wife, the rookie Rayola, on the stage before they make their way down the ramp. Rayola is also not dressed for fighting tonight, dressed in a cute cat attire that flashes her company logo alongside the TRIOCS brand. Xander like the rest of the crew is not here to compete this evening so he’s in a sharp purple suit that very much resembles his favorite Batman villain. The two enter the ring finally and both pose in the ring. Ray and Xan get their mics from the ringside crew as their music fades.

Rayola: Now, here's where things get really good. Because when you look at the roster here, it's just a bunch of damn psychos who are trying to one up each other on the wacko scale. No really, look at who you got here and then look at who we've assembled. I'm not saying the psychos aren't good...

Ray smirks a bit.

Rayola: ... but TRIOCS didn't come here to be good, we came here to be better! And we're here to put on the shows that you remember seeing. Fights, plains and simple, scraps and brawls. Hell we'll give you a flash or two as well.

Rayola giggles to Ryleigh who teases the audience with her dress.

Rayola: We're not the fakes and the psychos. We're combat. All the way. Bring it on.

Xander smiles and twirls Rayola around once again.

Xander: Babe, I kinda think you just summed up ever single thing I could have said about us at TRIOCS! This woman is my love, the reason I live and breathe, and most of all the fastest rising star in the biz…

He looks at Ryleigh who is beaming with excitement over the team she assembled. Xander becomes ever more serious for a moment.

Xander: And these two women to my right are the glue that holds it all together. Like Ray said, we’re here for one reason and one reason only… That’s to destroy a commonwealth that has a stranglehold on this whole company. It’s about time a group of like minded individuals step to…

Xan looks to Ryleigh for approval to say their true intentions. Ry can be seen nodding and says “Say it!”.

Xander: Kingdom… Your days are numbered!! That’s not a threat, not a spoiler, hell not even the dreams of the newest kids on the playground. It’s just a whole fact. You see, TRIOCS, is the pinnacle of training, innovation, and excellence in this business!! That’s all I got to say before I get too long winded as I tend to do.

Ryleigh claps for her first three associates along with the arena. She is seen wiping a tear from her eye.

Ryleigh: So here comes the most grand entrance of all of us this eve and the final piece of our puzzle. She’s a heavenly creature none of us deserve to know and clearly a future champion here in NFW. I give you… ANGEL GRIFFIN!!!

Lights go out as the heavy staccato drums hit as Angels music begins blaring over the loudspeakers.

Makin' the most of the ride before we get arrested

We're all wasted

And we're not going home tonight

Spotlights light up the entrance ramp but Angel is not in her normal spot. The crowd is cheering loudly.

Just like an animal, we crawl out of our cages

They can't tame us

So if you're one of us, get on the bus

As the Chorus hits Angel appears riding a baby elephant. She is dressed regally. Covered in Silks mimicking the garb of a Grecian goddess. She is smiling and waving at and blowing kisses to the crowd. Once the Pachyderm makes it to the ring, She slides off to step onto the ring. She slowly steps between the ropes smirking at RY and Isadora. Microphone in hand she climbs the bottom rope and holds the microphone out encouraging the crowd to sing along to her entrance music.

Wave your flag

If you're a freak like me

Get off your ass

It's our time now

To let it all hang out

The Music fades as Angel brings the microphone up.

Angel: Well look at this. I seem to have let the cat out of the bag.

She laughs along with the rest of TRIOCS.

Angel: I know I'm a little over dressed for the hardworking brand, but I am Heaven sent.

She gives a wink to the crowd.

Angel: When Ryleigh brought me in we talked about our plans for NFW and what we each wanted to accomplish and while each of us in this ring have designs on all of the championships one thing kept coming back up.

Isidora comes up from behind her tag team partner taking the microphone from her. Not to steal her thunder but to have some fun with it. She giggled as she thought about what she was going to say then looked out to the crowd sitting on the rope. She then puts the microphone up to her mouth.

Isidora: Normally, I wouldn’t have wanted to take someone down, or take a group down. But, there is a power held upon NFW, and that has the Kingdom’s name all over it. See when I came here, the first thing I wanted to do was to find myself a group, I could believe in, something I could work with. TRIOCS and Ryleigh, showed me that path.

She laughs to herself quietly as the fans begin to boo her.

Isidora: I didn’t over dress, I came out here with my ring gear on, my shirt, and obviously my girlfriend. Titles, no titles, title matches, there’s only one thing I want to do, and to anyone who stands in my way, preparati per una lotta. Angel and I are going to run the tag team division…

She flipped the mic out of her hand letting it hit the mat laughing a bit. As she continued to sit on the ropes. Ryleigh looks at Isidora and starts belly laughing as she’s never seen her usually mind mannered girlfriend set the mic on fire. Angel smiles as she scoops up the mic from the mat.

Angel: I couldn't have said it better. The one thing was the Kingdom. They seem to permeate every inch of the NFW. Everywhere we looked you had wormed your way into the establishment and frankly you need to step aside.

Angel paces and hands the mic back to Ryleigh.

Ryleigh: Well okay… You see Kingdom, you’re in our crosshairs and when the target is acquired not one of us can miss!! Balls in your court now Mr. Callaway and Mr. Brody… if it’s not apparent we’re calling our shot and we know no other way than to take down the biggest dogs in the yard!!

Jim Reynolds: Haha, wait a minute….wait a min--heh….hehe...hahahaha!!

Nick Hanson: Jim, are you ok--

Jim Reynolds: AAAAGGGHHHHHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!!!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: The hell are you laughing so hard at?

Jim Reynolds: They, th-they...they wanna...they wanna step to the Kingdom!!!

We hear the sound of Jim Reynolds falling out of his chair and losing his headset as he goes into a cackling fit.

Ryleigh: Thank you for your time and your all welcome to join our ascension to the pinnacle of this brand!! Have a great show!!!

The entire TRIOCS team waves to the crowd that has exploded into rawkus support for the newest sensations on the Collision brand.

Nick Hanson: We apologize, ladies and gentlemen. Well...I apologize, at least. Personally, I’ve been impressed with these new competitors and if they have goals and aspirations for their careers in NFW, power to them! I can’t wait to see what they bring to the table. Jim, are you done being a jacka--

Jim Reynolds: AAAAAAGGGGHHHHH HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAAAAAAA!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: Hoo boy. Let’s proceed with the show, folks!
The creepy sounds of “The Netherworld Circus” fills the Collision Center as a singular spotlight shines on the stage and in the center is the one and only Ringmistress with a microphone in hand.

Ringmistress: Ladies and gentlemen, boys and girls, children of all ages, the Chaos Circus proudly brings to you, the one, the only, Ringmaster!

As she steps out of the spotlight, the Ringmaster shows up in the middle, dressed to the nines, tuxedo, tophat, and his signature cane. He gives the cane a twirl and taps it on the ground as the lights come on and there are clowns, but not the typical clowns, more like creepy, off putting clowns that look more crazy than fun. They dance down the ramp, stopping and looking at the children along the ramp and letting out maniacal laughs as they trail the Ringmaster towards the ring with the Ringmistress right by his side, skipping and clapping away excitedly the entire way. Ringmaster steps up onto the ring and sits on the middle rope, allowing his manager to get in before he steps in himself and asks for a microphone as the clowns dance and surround ringside and music cuts out.

Ringmaster: Last Tuesday, chaos ruled the land of The New Frontier. All bets were off and we gave all of you the greatest show on earth! Trauma and Collision went to war, trying to prove which of them were superior and it was such a spectacle to watch, wasn’t it folks?

The crowd cheers as on the videotron, various stills from Invasion flashed on the screen, Super Tiger pinning Doomsday, The Last of the Valkyries standing tall with the Tag Team Championships, Damon Alexander standing tall from his war with Anton Crowley, Sativa Naveah holding the World Championship high in the air, and finally, Tren Descrrilado standing tall inside of WarGames.

Ringmaster: Team Collision stood tall when all the smoke settled and it was one man who stood above the rest and it wasn’t yours truly, no, it was someone who is more of a monster than I am. It was the “Trainwreck” himself. That man almost lost his eye to the war and yet, he still was the one standing tall after it all while the rest of us were laid out in that ring. Now, with victory inside of WarGames, comes the spoils of war. There’s two spoils that have already been given out, so that leaves two left, one for myself and one for Tren.

On the videotron, we see two images, one of Sativa Naveah and one of Morgan Payne, both holding their respective championships.

Ringmaster: Now, as alluring as a shot at the World Championship does sound to me, Ringmistress and myself talked it over and well, it doesn’t sound quite as fun as being Silver Mountain Champion. That championship breeds chaos, it’s perfect for a man like me. So, Tren, this is my gift to you. No fighting over who gets what opportunity, no arguing over it, you get your shot at becoming top dog here on Collision. You, my friend, are the number one contender to the World Championship while my sights are set on silver.

Ringmistress takes the microphone from Ringmaster and jumps for joy as she looks up at the man.

Ringmistress: So Morgan Payne, we’re coming coming for you! We hope hope you’re ready for us, because Silver will look look so good on my Ringmaster!

She lets out a devious little laugh as Ringmaster takes a bow and his music once again begins to play and the lights go out in the arena and when they come back on, Ringmaster, Ringmistress, and the clowns are all gone like they had disappeared.
Roger Arden: The following contest is set for--

Suddenly “Indestructible” by Disturbed blasts out of the PA system and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire bursts out onto the stage and marches down the ramp.

Jim Reynolds: Well it looks like Bruiser ain’t wasting any time in getting her Collision debut started.

Nick Hanson: She looks pissed… I wouldn’t wanna be Jimmy Bones tonight!

Maguire reaches the ring and rolls under the bottom rope and once she’s up on her feet in the ring, she calls for a microphone and is handed one as “Indestructible” fades out.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: Alright… now that this little fuckin’ brand war is over with… let’s get one thin’ straight!

The Shieldmaiden turns her attention to the stage.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: In just a few short moments… I’m gonna be makin’ my official in rin’ Collision debut against Jimmy Bones… and it ain’t nothin’ personal, lad… but I’m here to make a fuckin’ statement!

She points to the stage with a snarl on her face.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: I’m here in NFW to win fuckin’ championships! Whether it’s with my wife as Gallus Mag… or on my own! So this is a message to all the champions here on Collision! It don’t fuckin’ matter who ya are… it don’t fuckin’ matter how tough ya are… coz now that I’m here? I’m the baddest, toughest, strongest bitch here and I ain’t afraid o’ none o’ ya’ll!

Bruiser now outstretches her free arm while taking a few steps back, still glaring at the stage.

Becca “Bruiser” Maguire: So get ya ass out here, Jimmy lad… coz Hell is empty… and The Bruiser cometh!

She then tosses the microphone out of the ring and beckons her opponent to come out.

Match #1/Singles Match

Becca Maguire v. Jimmy Bones

Jimmy Bones came to the ring, ready to give Becca Maguire the fight she asked for. The bell rang and Bones offered a fist bump which Maguire was happy to oblige. When they two locked up, they pushed against each other but Jimmy got Becca in a wristlock. Becca twisted around and caught him in a side headlock but Jimmy pushed her off and sent her into the ropes. The Shieldmaiden’s Bruiser bounced right back and slammed into Bones with a shoulder block. Bones stumbled back, coming off the ropes again and Maguire hit him with a Running Knee Lift to the face. Bones stumbled into the ropes and back again where Maguire scooped him up and hit a Fallaway Slam, driving him into the mat. Bruiser started yelling for Bones to get up and come at her. He shook the stars from his head and threw a right hand. Bruiser blocked and stiffed him with a headbutt, then lifted him up, delivering a bucklebomb. As Jimmy pulled himself up to his feet, determined to not go down easy, Bruiser measured up and waited for him with a European Uppercut as he came out of the corner. Jimmy hit the mat and Bruiser hit the ropes, charging in for a stiff Penalty Kick. She picked him up and went for a Vertical Suplex but Bones blocked with his foot and started throwing shots to her ribs to get free. Once he was, he went for a desperation discus lariat but Bruiser ducked, caught him in a rear waistlock and hit him with a chain of three German Suplexes with the third one seeing her release him and send him across the ring. Still, dazed as he was, Bones just wouldn’t. Stay. The hell. Down! He pulled himself up to his feet with Becca urging him to come on with some more. Jimmy charged at her. Becca ducked for a back body drop but wait! Jimmy stopped short and straight kicked her right in the face! Maguire snapped up, grabbing her mouth and glaring lasers through Jimmy before he grabbed her by the arm and whipped her into the ropes. He went for that Discus Lariat again but Bruiser ducked, hit the ropes again and came back at Jimmy with a Freedom Punch! Bones hit the mat and was down and out, it seemed. Nope. Not yet! He still tried getting up, rolling over to his hands and knees. Bruiser shook her head and appeared to mouth “gutsy fuckin’ lad” before she grabbed him into the set up for the KICKSTARTER!!!! Jimmy’s head bounced off the mat again and Becca Maguire covered him for the pinfall victory.

Jim Reynolds: Now that’s an asswhuppin’ if I ever saw one!

Nick Hanson: Indeed! Welcome to Collision, Becca Maguire! Don’t count out Jimmy Bones, though. God, he’s a tough kid!

Jim Reynolds: Tough or stupid? Seems like he should have stayed down the first time she knocked him on his ass.

Nick Hanson: I won’t disagree entirely but Maguire said she had a statement to make and I think she made it.

Result: Pinfall

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Josh Davidson: She made her debut for NFW in the main event of Invasion: Civil War substituting for the injured Jansen Myrrh. She is the “Demolition Queen”, please welcome to Collision, Erin Blue.

Erin steps into the picture. She walks over to Josh and goes, “Bam!” all of a sudden, causing Josh to nearly drop the microphone.

Erin Blue: Just kidding. You alright there, buddy?

Josh Davidson: I think I’m okay.

Erin Blue: Get well soon, Jansen! I got this! You got some burning questions for me, Josh?

Josh Davidson: First, welcome to Collision. You were successful in helping your team defeat the Trauma team inside of War Games…

Erin Blue: Did you see what they did? They tried to keep me out, but I was getting in one way or another. Team Trauma saw The Demolition Queen heading down the aisle and they got scared. They locked me out, but I was not going to be denied on my very first appearance on NFW. But, I got inside and we rallied with a WHAM, BAM, POW and Tren Descarrilado put it all away. And here was are, victorious!

Josh Davidson: That was essential how it went. So, now that you’re officially a part of the Collision roster, what are your goals?

Erin Blue: Another fine question and I have a fine answer for you, Josh! You see, I’ve tasted a bit of success in the past year after a rocky start to my wrestling career. I’ve held the top title in my most recent company on two occasions. But, now it’s time for another spotlight. I’m looking at the Silver Mountain Champion. I’m looking at the World Heavyweight Champion. Hell, I’m looking at the Luchacore Champion. And when they crown the Genesis Champion, I’m looking at that too. I’m teaming up with Teresa Duke and those Tag Team Championships look awful good as well. I didn’t come to NFW to be middle of the card. I came to be the main event and each match that comes my way will take me one step closer to gold. For tonight, I step into the ring with another relative newcomer to NEW in Isadora Jansen. I’m not too familiar with her and she’s not too familiar with me, so it’ll be very interesting to say the least. But, I’m heading to the ring right now to do battle and Isadora Jansen is about to get a taste of why they call me the Demolition Queen.

Erin pulls her gas mask over her face and steps off the screen as she heads towards the ring.

Josh Davidson: Erin Blue plans to make a name for herself and Isadora Jansen is her first step.
The lights go out and lavender and pastel green lights hit the stage.


The intro to "Voodoo Child" by Rogue Traders fills the arena. The entranceway starts to fill up with smoke. Across the video screen come clips of Sativa’s matches.


Sativa Nevaeh comes out from the back through the smoke and stands at the top of the ramp looking over the crowd. She smirks as she looks out over the crowd. They rain down hate on her and she starts to make her way towards the ring.


She makes it to ringside and slides under the bottom rope headfirst. She crawls over to the nearest turnbuckles and climbs them. She perches atop the ring post, resting one knee upon the top turnbuckle facing inward toward the ring. She throws her head back and throws her arms out in a 'welcome the doves' pose. The crowd continues their hatred at her and she just smiles. Sativa grabs the ropes and jumps down. She gets a mic from one of the ring crew and moves to the center of the ring.

Sativa Nevaeh: Do I say it? I think Imma say it...

Sativa looks around at the booing crowd with a smirk.

Sativa Nevaeh: Three time World Heavyweight Champion. THREE-TIME! How many more records can I set here? Longest reigning Champion with a YEAR LONG reign. Winner of the first-ever NFW Wrestler of the Year Award. First-ever Three-time NFW World Heavyweight Champion! Brody, Brody...

Sativa looks around, trying to figure out which camera is the one filming. She finds it and moves in close, looking right into it.

Sativa Nevaeh: Brody. My man. Just do it. Just open an NFW Hall of Fame and induct me first. There is literally no one more deserving than me.

Sativa starts to laugh and back away from the camera.

Sativa Nevaeh: You really want to know what made Invasion really worth it? It wasn’t bashing him with that bat. It wasn’t smashing his face into the mat. It was the look on everyone’s face. How confused you all looked when my music hit and I walked out. You all had no idea. You all had forgotten about the little insurance policy I got myself. You see, a true champion fights with their brain.

Sativa taps her head at the temple.

Sativa Nevaeh: Unlike everyone else who gets that shot anytime they want I didn’t flaunt it. Most like to wave it around, like it’s some big threat the champion has to constantly be on the lookout for. Any halfway decent champion knows there is always someone waiting to strike from the shadows. So I kept it tucked away in my travel luggage. Always there. Waiting for the opportune moment. Invasion was that moment.

Sativa adjusts the title on her shoulder.

Sativa Nevaeh: You had all forgotten about my WildCard shot. You all thought that if I was at the event I was there just to support the other Kingdom members. Not at all. I had my plan in mind after the last Collision. I knew exactly what I was going to do. Let you and Crowley beat the whole shit out of each other then come to collect. I knew no matter the outcome, you’d be in no shape to do anything to stop me.

Then, my long-forgotten insurance policy came to fruition. Two days short of a full year and I cashed in my shot. One I could have used against Danni at any time, but didn’t. I waited patiently for the right time.

Sativa smirks.

Sativa Nevaeh: What better time than when the world is watching NFW war with itself. They can watch as I outsmart an entire company and upstage their entire event. This massive inter-brand war! Where the biggest moment of the night was the rightful champion taking her title back. No one else on either show’s rosters could do what I did. I keep setting records.

Sativa lets that phrase hang in the air as the crowd rains hate down on her.

Sativa Nevaeh: Just call me the female Tom Brady. Cause I just keep winning championships.

Somehow that triggered the fans to get even louder in their hate towards her. Sativa just smiled and took it all in.

Sativa Nevaeh: I get it. You’re jealous. It’s understandable. But you just gotta accept it. Just like everyone else back there. Just like Damon does. I can’t wait to see who Callaway decides to pick for my next challenger. Gonna be really interesting. So many good choices. All but Damon. He had his fifteen minutes. All he did as champion was barely survive Anton.

Sativa paces back and forth for a few moments.

Sativa Nevaeh: Once again, after a two week hiccup, The Kingdom holds all the belts again. Later tonight we add the Trios title. And then Jasmine adds the new Genisis title. We’ve been on top since we arrived. There is no removing us from our spot. So just sit back, relax, and...

A smirk creeps onto Sativa’s face.

Sativa Nevaeh: Behold the Fucking Kingdom.

As “Voodoo Child” by the Rogue Trader’s starts back up Sativa drops the mic. She moves to one of the corners and climbs the turnbuckles. She holds the NFW World Heavyweight title high as the crowd gives her more hate.

Match #2/Singles Match

Erin Blue v. Isidora Jansen

The Demolition Queen fires out of the corner with a clothesline to Isidora and makes an immediate cover which doesn’t even get a 1 count. Blue stays right on the offensive with a series of chops that back Isidoa into the ropes. Erin Blue delivers a big Mongolian chop, whips Isidora across the ropes, and then plants her with a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Blue makes the cover and this time she does get a 1 count, but only 1. Erin pulls Isidora up, looks for a chop and her hand gets caught. Isidora turns that into a beautiful Ipponzei, then follows with a running jumping hip attack. With Erin down to a knee, Isidora follows with another running hip attack. Erin falls into a seated position and Isidora takes advantage of this with a big roundhouse kick. Isidora covers and gets the first 2 count of the match. Isidora takes a few steps back, waiting for Erin to get to her feet before she runs in with a bicycle kick. Erin sidesteps it, grabs Isidora, and plants her with a German suplex. Bridge into the pin and Isidora just manages to kick out at 2. Erin pulls Isidor up to her feet and pulls her in for the backdrop driver, but Isidora plants her feet and drives an elbow down into Erin’s neck. Isidora steps out, wows Erin with a handspring backflip, and catches her with a surprise tornado DDT. Isidora makes the cover

TWO…

THRE- KICK OUT!

Isidora looked up at the ref with some disappointment, but she shook it off, pulled Erin up to her feet, whipped her into the ropes, and then immediately followed her, surprising the demolition queen once more as she connected with a high knee. Isidora went to the corner, up to the middle rope, and she took flight with a cross body, only to be caught with a European uppercut in mid-air. Isidora dropped, but Erin managed to catch her and hit a big gutwrench suplex. Blue made the cover and got a very close 2 count. Erin Blue followed up with a big shining wizard, another pin, and another 2 count. Blue goes up top and looks for her signature somersault, but lands hard on the canvas. Blue slowly gets to her feet only to be blistered by a flurry of kicks from Isidora targeting every limb as well as Erin’s midsection before she finishes with a massive spinning backfist. Erin goes down and Isidora is set for the kill. Isidora takes one of Erin’s legs and starts blasting her with kicks, looking to weaken her before she applies the figure four leg lock. Isidora is ready to lock in, but Erin Blue manages to shove her off into the ropes. Erin leaps up with a wild swinging lariat taking Isidora down. Erin slowly gets to her feet and takes a few seconds to stretch out her legs and work out a bit of the pain. Isidora is up and charges in with a jumping hip attack. Erin catches her and uses the added momentum to spike Isidora with the backdrop driver. The Demolition Queen makes the cover

TWO…

THRE- KICK OUT!

Erin takes a few breaths and continues working out the pain in her leg as Isidora slowly gets to her feet. Isidora still looks to be a little woozy and the Demo queen is gonna take advantage with a clothesline. Isidora baited her though and drops her with a Koshi Guruma, showing off some judo skills. Erin is back to her feet pretty quick and this time she’s caught with a Japanese arm drag, and then a big jumping knee. Erin goes down to one knee and Isidora again goes for the roundhouse kick, but Erin ducks and rolls her up for a close 2 count. Erin follows with a knee to the midsection, then a big European uppercut. Erin looks for one more backdrop driver, but this time Isidora turns, slips behind Erin, and catches her with a falling inverted DDT. Isidora pulls Erin to her feet, whips her hard into the corner, and follows it up with another hip attack. Isidora brings Erin up to the top rope, climbs up, and leaps for the Frankensteiner, but Erin has a hold of the ropes with both hands. Blue slips to the apron leaps up and then crashes into Isidora with The Detonation Effect. Erin Blue makes the cover

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: The winner of the match as a result of a pin fall…ERIN BLUE!

Nick Hanson: The Demolition Queen with an impressive win here tonight. She was a surprise at Invasion, and now she’s really showing everyone on Collision what she can do as she beats a very talented, very game Isidora Jansene

Jim Reynolds: I think Isidora may have landed on her head. You know they say you shouldn’t be alone if you may have a concussion. I should see if she would like for me to keep her company tonight. In a purely professional manner of course. If clothes end up coming off, well those things happen.

Result: Via Pin fall

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The scene comes up in a backstage area of the Collision Center. The camera is on Sela at first as she looks sternly at the camera.

Sela: Everywhere I go, there's no one, maybe one or two, that recognize what and why I do what I do. No one but some. And those some are the only ones to recognize that what I do…

Sela's lips form into a smirk. Her voice changes to a much lighter, almost cheerful tone.

Sela: ... is absolutely beautiful. Carnage and mayhem and violence. So much violence. The storm front of NFW.

Sela begins to sway lightly.

Sela: Oh but there's those that just don't get it either. Nathanael, Santiago, Sophitia. And now Luthor. Heeeeeh, it's a shame really. But it's a burden I have to bear. And it's one I carry with pride. Because you may call me a monster and I probably am, but I'm nothing compared to the real monsters around here. The monsters I intend to expose to all of you.

Sela snaps to a stop as a dark look covers her face.

Sela: But as I said, I'm not alone.

The camera zooms back and Abigail and Milisandre step in front of Sela.

Abigail Lindsay: “The only disappointing part about tonight; I won’t have the best seat in the house; at ringside watching Sela create a masterpiece. Having one hand tied behind her back isn’t going to stop her. Haven’t you learned by now you can’t put limits on a certified Force of Nature? Impossible. Me and Milisandre will abide by your rules. Not because we’re afraid of any potential punishment. Don’t know about Mili, I love to watch. Speaking of watching, one more thing. Arsenal. Kingdom. S.B.S. We---

Abigail points to Sela, Milisandre, then herself.

Abigail Lindsay: “-- are keeping a close eye on who walks out the Trios Champions. After the three of us are done tying up loose ends, we’re coming.”

Abigail blows a kiss into the camera. Milisandre stands there nervously picking at the cuffs of her coat. She shoots anxious looks at Sela and Abigail. She then slowly reaches up and lifts the hood of her coat over her head. Her posture instantly changes. She stands up taller and straighter. Just under the hood a smirk creeps onto her lips.

Milisandre Crowthorne: So many have heard the first, faint, whispers of his message. So many potential new minds to open. The seeds have been planted. Now I must be patient and see what I can reap from my sowing.

A sinister chuckle emanates from under Milisandre’s hood.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Do not think I have not taken notice of the absence of the Lost Child. She hides with her false god. She knows who holds the true power. She knows what a real living god looks like. But we shall find you, child. And when we do, not even your false god can save you from him and his message. Soon...

Milisandre slowly glides back behind the other two. Abigail looks at Melisandre, gives her a thumbs up to show that she approves of everything she conveyed. The red head switches her attention so she is looking directly at Sela. She grabs her hand.

Abigail Lindsay: ”Last thing you need is a pep talk, Sela. This is Sophitia we’re talking about. Far be it for me to state the obvious mah Queen, you got this. Me and Milisandre will be out there with you in spirit. Been meaning to ask her where she got the outfit. I kinda want one just like it.

Sela: It will soon be covered in her blood anyway. One handed or not, I'm not the one who will be handicapped out there. Sophitia stands alone forever, against the storm that rages and tears down fortresses and barriers. You aren't safe Sophitia. Not here, not anywhere. Especially not in my playground.

Sela smirks as she leans a shoulder on Abigail and hooks an arm lazily around Milisandre.

Sela: I have my allies. You don't have anyone. No matter if they can join me or not. Let that be your final lesson Sophitia.

All three walk out of frame. Once they are gone the lights flicker. It almost seems as if there is a pattern to the flickering when the scene abruptly switches to static. Just visible in the static is the painted face of Asmodeus. Her face twisted in the middle of laughing.
We open up in the cold and snow on an empty field. The only thing visible is the light of a campfire going in the middle of it. Over the horizon, we see three individuals, one towering over the other two. They finally get to the fire and they all gather around it and have a seat on the ground. The camera zooms in and we see the familiar red hair of Christina Olson, the familiar yellow hair of Lilith Meadows and we still don’t quite see who the third is exactly as their back is facing the camera. Christina grabs something out of a pouch on her side and puts it on a stick as she begins to cook it over the fire.

Christina Olson: Three worthy teams down, two more for us to go before we claim what is rightfully ours. The war for the Trios Championships is almost at its conclusion and we’re oh so close to grabbing the spoils of the war and bringing more gold home where it rightfully belongs. The best tag team in the world and the most destructive man on the planet, the one who feels no pain will soon be the first ever Trios Champions.

The camera finally rotates around to show Tren Descarrilado sit down at the fire with Christina and Lilith, the big man still wearing a cast on his arm and a patch over one eye.

Tren Descarrilado: Damn right red. See, when the Faerie came to me and asked me if I’d be the third member of your little team, I’m gonna admit. I was a little confused. Ya had a third already. Ya had Danni Anderson.

Tren reaches into his coat pocket, tapping a cigarette pack against his cast. He takes one of the Newports, sticking it between his lips before lighting and taking a drag. He exhales slowly, eye glancing from Lilith to Christina.

Tren Descarrilado: But Danni went and had to retire, didn’t she? Poor girl. It’s a fuckin’ shame, is what it is. But that ain’t why we’re here. We’re here to show these motherfuckers the strength of Last of the Valkyrie, the Train Wreck, and the motherfuckin’ Kingdom.

Lilith gives Tren a little smile and a nod. Nobody could ever figure out how she can make friends with even the toughest and meanest people, but here was yet another example of that with Tren. She grabbed the canteen from her side and took a drink from it before setting down.

Lilith Meadows: Yeah, Danni was one of our best friends, but bad things happen to good people all the time and it’s a shame, but now we got you with us. Comin up, there’s two other teams, one we respect, the other we have history with and it ain’t nothin pleasant neither. We’ll admit too that between the three teams, we have the least experience as a trio, but we do got two things none of them got and that’s the tag team championships and a monster in our corner. We will fight for honor and fight for glory.

Christina pulls whatever food she was cooking out of the flame and takes a bite of it as she nods her head.

Christina Olson: Damn right. Arsenal, we have all the goddamn respect in the world for you guys. The other team, Super Bitch Squad though, we still remember what happened when you came back the first time and laid us out to try and make a statement. How’d that ultimately end up for ya? Oh, that’s right, you guys tucked tail and left all over again.

Tren nods, exhaling smoke as he takes a flask from his coat before taking a sip and screwing the lid back on.

Tren Descarrilado: Here’s the thing. Only Kenyon I know? That Steph chick what lives with Lil and the others in the Castle. So y’all got all the respect in the world for these people, but I don’t know em. Y’all ain’t got no respect for SBS cuz they sound like cowards with no spine. You know what I got for both of em?

Tren flicks his cigarette away, reaching up to rip off the eyepatch he’s wearing. There are scars around the socket, and it’s still a little swollen, but the look on the man's face is unmistakable.

Tren Descarrilado: Two fuckin’ hands and a never ending need to bury motherfuckers. That’s why you two came to me when you needed a third. You better fuckin’ believe that’s what I’mma do in that ring.

As Tren says that, Lil sat there staring straight forward and then, like something takes over, the wind picks up for a moment and the flames seem to pick up and flicker and cover Lil’s face for just a moment and as it dies down, the signature half masquerade mask is on her face and gone is her sweet smile and in its place is a sinister, focused look.

Lilith Meadows: Pain and destruction await the rest of the field. The mortals know not what is coming their way. The darkness will envelope them and soon, they will be banished to the land of the souls. Arsenal and the Bitches, they have yet to experience the destruction I am capable of when I’m allowed to play. There’s nobody more destructive than me and this is where everyone is reminded of that.

Lilith kind of snaps out of it and flashes a smile as Christina looks at Lilith and then at Tren before taking a bite of her food after hearing Lilith just speaking Gaelic and knowing exactly what that meant over all.

Christina Olson: No, now is not the time you little bitch. This is Lily’s time, not yours. The hour is at hand though. Come, let’s get ready for war.

Christina stands up, walking a few steps and grabbing an axe as Lilith follows and picks up a bow and quiver of arrows. They then turn and look over at Tren. The big man gets to his feet, reaching behind him to pick up a warhammer easily the size of Lil and setting it on his shoulder before coming forward to stand behind them.

Tren Descarrilado: Let’s fuckin’ go to war then.

The three of them look at each other before Christina grins and Lil giggles and jumps for joy before she waves her hand and the fire is no longer going as the three of them walk off and over the horizon.

Match #3/Singles Match

Sophitia Kohler v. Sela Rica-Lark

Kohler enters the ring as the referee proceeds to restrain Sela’s left arm behind her. Oddly enough, Sela seems less than perturbed by the ‘adornment’, flexing her fingers behind her when the restraints are applied and smirking in satisfaction. Sophitia is momentarily put off by this reaction and that’s just what Lark was waiting for: she charges Kohler, ramming her right shoulder into the blonde rookie’s chest and knocking her into the ropes and following up with an enzuigiri. So far, the handicap hasn’t hurt Sela, though it is a bit awkward when she goes for a pin, only managing about one-and-a-half before Kohler kicks out. Sophitia creates some distance, briefly looking over her shoulder as though expecting Milisandre Crowthorne or Abigail Lindsey to show up. The distraction almost costs her as Sela charges again but this time Sophitia is able to dodge. Sela collides with the buckles and staggers back, Sophitia bringing her up and back down with a belly-to-back suplex. The move is delivered well, but Sela kicks out at one.

Sela recovers almost too quickly for the young Sophitia to react; bereft of most of her most high-impact moves, Sela still puts the hurt on. Ducking a clothesline after lighting up Kohler with some chops, Sela hits the ropes and chop blocks Kohler, then delivers a DDT to the kneeling woman for another quick pin attempt. The Tuesday Night Delight shakes it off quicker than is expected, though, and surprises Sela with an inside cradle for a quick one-count! It isn’t the pin but the surprise that Kohler wants, and the superkick that follows hits flush, though it does not knock Sela down. A boot to the midsection, followed by a Dream On, puts her down for a near-fall, though, and for the first time in the match wipes the smile of Sela’s face… albeit briefly. She fires back, driving her head into the midsection of Kohler, then pasting her with a forearm shot. The two trade blows for a few moments but Lark steadily starts getting the worst of it. She delivers a boot that’s dangerously low, drawing the referee’s ire, to stall Sophitia’s advantage but the rookie fires back with a series of right hands before leveling Sela with a hip attack, then delivering Ladies’ Night, almost putting the Underground Queen away!

But when Lark gets back up, she’s literally laughing… and Kohler has no idea how to react! Taunting Sophitia leads Lark to taking a big pump kick that sends her into the buckles, her restrained left arm caught between her and the buckles… but the masochistic joy is still there! Kohler looks to the official, who has no answer either, and Lark uses that moment of fearful wonder to attack once again. Kohler sidesteps at the last moment, though, whipping Sela into the buckles hard enough to take her to a sitting position, setting her up for a bronco buster! Amused even now, Sela laughs right at Sophitia, who finally gives in to a bit of rage, charging Lark and driving a knee into the side of her head. Pulling her from the buckles, Sophitia hits a codebreaker, but only scores a near-fall. Sela IS slowing, however, despite sneaking in another enzuigiri to break up Kohler’s attack. Setting up to leap off the second rope at the Tuesday Night Delight, the handicap makes Sela a second too slow, and an elevated backstabber leads to the Dip it Low from Sophitia, getting her a three-count!

Result: Pinfall

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The Screen inside the Collision Center suddenly comes to life as the arena is plunged into darkness. There’s a very faint glow on the screen, a candle in front of a white face, bloody and pierced, with a fake quality. A small light bulb above the grotesque visage flips on and it’s clear now that it’s the mask of Matt Shields. He unzips the part of the mask covering his lips and that sinister grin is barely seen behind the mask. He’s sitting in a small closet, clad in some simple jeans, his boots, and a black Kirin Ichiban beer shirt.

Matt Shields: Betrayal. It’s the only word appropriate for what Maki did at Invasion. I’ve never really been a team player, but the hand we all got dealt that night was representing Collision and I set out to do that proudly until either someone from the C show actually managed to eliminate me, or the match was done. It wasn’t someone from that D grade bitch ass show, it was someone from my own team. Someone who couldn’t stand not being the center of attention. Someone who just had to have the spotlight on them and lashed out because I dared to tag into the match and try to help the team. I was betrayed, Collision was betrayed, and that’s why I attacked her. That’s why I attacked you, Maki. You cost Collision, and you cost me.

Shields shakes his head as his mouth slightly curls up. He raises his feet up onto another metal chair, then reaches down and grabs a beer, barely able to get it through the mouth hole of his mask.

Matt Shields: It’s okay though. Two weeks from now, Luthor realized that me kicking your ass in a proper match is sure to spike the fucking ratings, so I get to make you suffer. I get to draw out my revenge. I get to choose a limb and destroy it. I get the chance to show each and every goddamn one of these little fools that hasn’t realized just how great I am, why when I am called the breaker of bones, it’s not just a clever nickname. I don’t know which bone it will be, maybe a clavicle, maybe a humerus or a radius, maybe every one of your god damn phalanges. Maybe I don’t even go for the arm. Maybe I crush your tibia or your femur, or perhaps I shatter your patella? The choices are vast and varied. Oh oh oh, I got it, I’ll crack your fucking coccyx.

Shields has started breathing deep and the grin on his face is very visible even behind his mask.

Matt Shields: Oh God, it’s almost nice to be free of the lure of the title belt. It’s disheartening that the titles of this company are soulless worthless hunks of tin and scrap leather, but since I need not worry about saving them from their unworthy possessors, I can instead focus on making you bleed and suffer. I can focus on all the ways I can hurt you. I can work on some new neckbreakers and submissions. I can dream up so many wonderful ways to make this entire roster know the true meaning of terror. My match with the so called ringmaster was a warm up. You Maki though, you are the one that gets the pleasure of being my messenger of sorrow. You get to be god damn harbinger of doom. You get to be the one I use to show all of Collision, hell all of NFW, why you do not want to become my target. You Maki will revive and reinvigorate the championship chase, because holding one of those soulless monstrosities, is the only thing that will keep you safe.

Shields sits back and takes another sip of beer before he starts batting around the light dangling above him while he laughs and everything fades to black, the lights slowly coming back up inside the arena.
The camera opens up on Angel walking backstage of Collision. She is dressed in her wrestling gear with a determined look on her face. A squirrely man approaches her and as he turns its Josh Davidson

Josh Davidson: Evening Angel.

He chuckles.

Josh Davidson: It seems you and TRIOCS dropped a bombshell on the NFW. Don't you think it's a little premature to be issuing checks you can’t cash?

Angel: ”What do you mean can’t cash? Look Josh, I’ve always been under the impression that when you have something to prove you find the biggest meanest person and that is who you hit. You can’t expect them not to hit back. This isn't about The Kingdom though, its about us. We are not the establishment here and we feel the establishment needs to be shaken up a bit.”

Angel smiles as she flips her hair out of her face. Josh looks at her quizzically

Josh Davidson: Shaken up a bit. You rode down on a flipping elephant. Isn’t that a bit extravagant?

Angel: It was fun though wasn’t it? Josh I am the Heaven Sent here and frankly isn't it even more pretentious to call yourself the Kingdom? I was just giving it back a little, just remember Kingdoms fall and Empires fade.”

She pauses.

Angel: But enough about them. I do have a few thoughts on tonight. Step one is past now its on to step two. Round one of the Genesis Title. Something I am very much interested in winning. I have Melody and there is no question on how tough she is. I can't say the toughest opponent to Date as I had my opener against my Tag Team partner two weeks ago.

Both her and Davidson crack a smile at that.

Angel: The honest truth is though Melody will be tough. I can not give an inch or she will take a mile. I am ready and tonight in a few moments this Heaven Sent girl will get her Freak On and walk away from Collision heading into Round number two. There is a lot riding on this for me and I won't let myself, my friends or my lovelies down tonight

She gives a smile as she starts to walk away blowing a kiss back to the camera as she leaves.

Davidson just watches her leave and smiles back at the camera.

Match #4/Genesis First Round Match

Melody v. Angel Griffin

The inaugural Genesis Cup tournament starts with a respectful handshake before the bell. The Collision Center applauds the good sportsmanship as Angel Griffin and Melody each walk back to their respective corners. Ding ding ding! Both fan favorites circle each other until Angel challenges her high-flier opponent to a technical test of strength! Accepting, Melody’s immediately pushes back into an impressive deep bridging position until her heart, and the crowd’s energy allows her to catch Angel in a surprise rollup pin! Once Angel kicks out at two, Melody runs and bounces off the ropes. Cannonball! It’s— Oh no! Griffin lifts her knees! California Sports Club’s Pacific Champion writhes on her back, defenseless, while Angel returns the favor with her own moonsault she calls Scorned! It connects, and Griffin steps between the ropes to stand on the apron. She taunts the crowd with a smile, but that helps Melody spot what her opponent’s trying to do! Instead of climbing to her feet like Angel would want her to do, Melody rolls under the ropes and rises to her feet right beside the more experienced in-ring general.

Now that the two are both in this precarious position, the two of them start to slug it out to try to move forward in the Genesis Cup tournament! Both of them want to be the woman who can forever say they’ve become the first to hold that beautiful title belt! Suddenly, Angel Griffin jumps to attempt her From Heaven to Hell hurricanrana finisher to the hardest part of the ring! With shaky legs, the audience gasps as Melody hits an impromptu kneeling piledriver reversal onto the apron!

The two crumble to ringside, and the referee starts the count. Melody hauls herself to her feet at the count of six, but instead of climbing into the ring, she shows compassion when she reaches for Angel’s hand. Without hesitation, the veteran grabs hold and rises to her feet with her opponent’s help. Now both of them rush into the ring at the count of nine, and the crowd’s going wild! Both visually worn out and exhausted from this whole ordeal, Melody makes sure to check that Angel is prepared before the two begin to fight again.

Now we’re off to the races! Punch, punch, punch! Kick, kick, kick! The fans are on their feet! It’s clear that Melody is in better shape between the two right now, so she’s energized when she hits her Ghosted sitout shiranui, then follows up with her Boo-Boo rounding moonsault finisher off the top rope! On impact, she hooks Angel Griffin’s leg! One, two, three! Melody had her arm raised but promptly went to help Angel Griffin to her feet. Looking a little dejected, Angel raised Melody’s arm herself as well but Melody, again, shook Angel’s hand and embraced her opponent to the approval of the crowd.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, and advancing to the semi-finals...MELODY!!!!

Nick Hanson: And how about that win for that young lady, right there!

Jim Reynolds: I guess nice girls don’t always finish last, huh? These two brought it down tonight!

Result: Pinfall

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Match #5/Genesis First Round Match

Jasmine Matthews v. Vanita Bosser

Jasmine and Vanita stared across the ring at each other, knowing they were in for a battle. They came out of their corners at the bell and circled up. Vanita looked ready to step in and go while Jasmine circled around with her cocky smirk. Vanita started getting a little annoyed and goaded Jasmine to come at her but Matthews continued to taunt her with that smirk until Vanita closed in. Jasmine quickly stepped back and leaned through the ropes to cause a rope break and the ref ordered Vanita back. As Bosser began arguing with the ref that Jasmine was playing around and they needed to get the match started, Jasmine ran in and blindsided her with a series of forearms. Jasmine wrestled Vanita into a corner and moved to the knife edged chops, building up to the point where she raised her hand to the crowd to draw attention to it. Jasmine slowly and suggestively ran her tongue up her palm and fingers, wetting her hand before delivering one more stiff chop to Vanita’s chest. Jasmine leaned in, getting in Vanita’s face to taunt and the angry Shadow Queen shoved her back. Jasmine stepped in again but Vanita started throwing stiff kicks to the Fanged Rose and mounting a comeback. After some stiff Roundhouse Kicks and a couple of Suplexes to add insult to injury, it was Vanita throwing punches and kicks to Jasmine in the corner before taking her to the top and bringing her down with a Superplex down to the mat for a near fall.

Vanita picked Jasmine up and whipped her off the ropes, going for a Roundhouse Kick with some extra impact but Jasmine ducked under the leg, running on by and hit the ropes again. Vanita spun right around into KNEEL PEASANT by Matthews!! Vanita hit the mat violently and Matthews straddled her head and shoulders for a cover - a rather provocative, suggestive manner that got a reaction out of the crowd as she grabbed Vanita’s hair and licked her teeth with a wicked grin. Vanita kicked out, shoving Jasmine forward, off of her and got back to a vertical base where she and Jasmine collided again in an exchange of kicks, forearms and takedowns. Jasmine hit the grounded knees. Vanita came off the ropes with a Flying Elbow. Jasmine hit a Float Over DDT and measured up as Vanita went to get back up. Jasmine waited for the right moment and took charge! ICE CO--NO!! Vanita ducked the fatal kick and quickly took position as Jasmine spun around. Vanita grabbed her around the waist! VAIN HAL--NO!! Jasmine widened her stance and used her trapped arms to pry herself loose from Vanita’s grip! Jasmine spun around for a Discus Clothesline but Vanita caught her with a kick to the midsection! She hooked the arms! VAIN MIRROR!!!! Cover! 1..2..Foot on the ropes!

Vanita measured up for a Spear as Jasmine got to her feet but as she came running in, Jasmine hit that Drop Toehold, sending Vanita into the corner, bouncing her head into the turnbuckle. Vanita was slower to get up, shaking out the cobwebs but as she turned, Jasmine was ready and waiting as Bosser threw a desperate elbow. Jasmine blocked, stepped up and BLOODLINE!! Jasmine pulled herself up to her feet, stepping back and motioned with her hand from the corner for Vanita to get up again. The ever resilient Shadow Queen did just that, not quite down and out yet but Jasmine would change that when she charged in and finally landed ICE COLD right on the money for the cover and the pinfall!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, advancing to the Genesis Cup Semi-Finals...JASMINE...MATTHEWS!!!

Jim Reynolds: BE-FUCKING-HOLD, NICKY MY GUY!!

Nick Hanson: The ever deadly Queen of the Kingdom, folks. She had a heck of an opponent in Vanita Bosser but only one of these two royal ladies could come out on top in this round and you’re looking at her!

Result: Pinfall

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As “Big Bad Wolf” by In This Moment fills the arena the present Kingdom members come down to the ring. Leading the way is NFW World Heavyweight champion Sativa, title slung prominently over her shoulder. She already has a mic and is talking her usual mess.

Sativa Nevaeh: What did I tell you all? Jasmine Matthews, Queen of the Kingdom, my beautiful wife, moving on to the next round. The next stop for her before she takes the Genesis Title!

The group had made it to the ring and have all entered. Standing together is the Kingdom.

Sativa Nevaeh: This is what it looks like when you run a show. We are the most dominant force in NFW. We have had the top title, or been fighting for it, since we arrived in NFW. We have been the top. We are the top. And we WILL be the top. It seems a year wasn’t enough for everyone to realize that. So, looks like I’ll just have to keep this title for two years this time. Show you all, every Collision, what a REAL champion is. What the REAL face of the company is. Because you see, that’s what I am. The fa...

Just then the World Heavyweight Champion is cut off, a scowl on her face as Ra’s “Fallen Angels” starts to play over the sound system! The Collision faithful cheer hard for Damon Cross as he comes out to the top of the ramp, showing some support for the former champion. But the Black Ronin is in no mood to soak in the adulation. Dressed in an all-black Under Armour hoodie and jeans, he makes a beeline for the ring, despite the full Kingdom being in attendance and rolls in… gingerly due to his right arm being in a brace as a result of his war with Anton Crowley at Invasion and Sativa’s post-match attack and the short battle that followed.

The Valkyries and Lluvia immediately step in his path but Sativa, going from irritated to mildly amused, gestures for them to step aside so Damon can come forward. Jasmine glowers from Sativa’s side, while Tren looks on, half-irritated, half-curious, at his ‘Crow’ buddy who steps right up to the World Heavyweight Champion. Pulling a microphone from his back pocket as his music fades, Cross starts gently.

Damon Cross: First of all… congratulations.

Brows are lifted to a person within the Kingdom. Damon exhales, ending the confusion by adding…

Damon Cross: It was a lovely ceremony.

Sativa Neveah: Yeah, sure. Thanks. Now what the fuck are you doing in our ring?

Having gotten that out of the way, a cold-toned Cross gets right to the point.

Damon Cross: I want my rematch.

Lifting a brow, then laughing right in Damon’s face, Sativa quickly regains her composure and glares at the imperious challenger before her. The rest of the Kingdom find varying levels of amusement in this, too, though Tren… not as much so.

Sativa Neveah: And what on this small, insignificant rock makes you think you’ve earned that? I beat you clean, one-two-three, in the middle of the ring at Invasion. No tricks, no bullshit. Just a year’s worth of patience and a warrior’s instinct.

She leans in closer.

Sativa Neveah: The answer is no, Captain Brooding.

Jasmine grins, leaning on Sativa’s shoulder with one arm while Lluvia tauntingly polishes the title over Sativa’s shoulder. Damon, out of his peripheral vision, notes Christina and Lilith closing in behind him and Tren close at hand. His calm expression does not change.

Damon Cross: I’m not asking you, Sativa. I’m telling you. I want my rematch.

Sativa Neveah: Did I crack you too hard with the bat, Cross? Or is the Montezuma’s Revenge affecting your brain?

She sounds amused, but her tone betrays anger, perhaps frustration.

Sativa Neveah: You ain’t earned shit. You did literally nothing with the title. Held it for two weeks. Not a single defense. You get nothing. Now turn around and maybe I’ll call off my family and let you walk out of this ring with what little pride you have left. Run home to your pretty fiancee. Let her wipe your tears and tell you that you’re best. But right now? You’re in the Kingdom’s ring. And we don’t take well to usurpers.

Damon Cross: I’m not scared of a fight, Sativa. You should know that by now. Don’t think for a second that six-on-one beat down is going to finish me, much less stop me, either. I told you: we aren’t done. Not until I get my rematch for this-

He lays a hand on the title, causing Sativa to step back and Lluvia to grab his wrist. He shakes her off and backs her up a step with a glare before turning a calmer expression, like before, back to the champ.

Damon Cross: -and force you to prove that you can beat me at my best.

Sativa Neveah: This title says I’m the best in NFW, Cross. Hell, the best on this fucking PLANET. I don’t have to meet your criteria for that. You are at the back of that proverbial line. It’s pretty long, might want to work and getting through it.

Sativa brushes the title off. Her face looking like she just smelled something unpleasant.

Sativa Neveah: And if you touch this title again, you’re gonna draw back a stump. Now turn around and walk before they have to carry you out of here.

Tren Descarrilado: Do like she says, Crow. This ain’t the time or fuckin’ place. Go drink off this mood or somethin’ before your ass gets hurt.

It’s about as calm a tone, and a comment, as anyone has ever heard out of Tren. And for a moment, Damon looks to seriously consider it. After all, if the Runaway Train is giving you a chance to walk… you ought to take it. He turns to look at the big man, his gaze flicking to the eye patch for a moment, then back to the monster’s face. A deep breath is taken, shoulders rising and falling, before Cross turns right back to Sativa with a snap.

Damon Cross: Rematch, Sativa. You won’t be rid of me until it is signed. You’ll see me with your eyes closed. I will be your nightmare without ever laying a hand on you or your belt. It won’t end until you give me what I want.

Sativa Neveah: Willing to go that far, huh? Well, how about you let me think about that, hm?

A thinking process that lasts all of two seconds. Though Damon seems prepared for it, Sativa is still faster than he is and she smashes the title into the face of Cross! He goes down hard and from there, Sativa and the rest of the Kingdom just go to town on the Black Ronin. It’s a swift, violent display that lasts until Sativa calls them off, handing the title to Lluvia as she whips Damon into the buckles with ferocity, making sure that he hits with his braced right arm. Falling back with an audible groan of pain, Damon clutches his right shoulder with his left hand, but refuses to stay down. Sativa holds the others back, watching with disgust as Damon gropes for a dropped microphone, picking it up and staggering to his feet. He staggers right over to Sativa and growls it out again.

Damon Cross: I. Want. My. REMATCH!

This time, Sativa hits him with the Got ‘Em, almost before “rematch” leaves the would-be challenger’s lips, leaving Cross laying on the mat with a few stomps for good measure before turning to Tren. She points at him, then at Cross, and drags her thumb across her throat. It looks for a moment like the Runaway Train might step back from such an act, but he’s still a member of the Kingdom. And he DID warn the guy. He stomps over to Cross and picks him up, saying something that the microphone doesn’t pick up before spiking the former champion with the Train Wreck! Sativa takes her belt from Lluvia, and the microphone, and crouches down by Damon as the rest of the Kingdom leaves the ring, making sure he hears her response:

Sativa Neveah: No.

Grinning, she drops the stick on the canvas next to Damon and rolls out of the ring, joining the rest of the Kingdom as they head up the ramp. Cross makes an effort to rise, but it doesn’t happen. He keeps trying, and eventually Danni Anderson comes down, followed closely by a couple NFW trainers. Cross calmly waves them off before they enter the ring, though, rolling under the ropes and easing himself down to his feet. He stumbles and almost falls over, but with a hand on the apron he’s able to start making his way toward the ramp. Unfortunately, going UP the ramp isn’t happening without help, thus Danni steps in and offers her shoulder which Damon takes, they and the trainers heading backstage.
Nikki Peltier: Right, so, the Kingdom we know pretty well. Tren’s the big robo-smasher…

She pauses and turns to Ash.

Nikki Peltier: Do NOT try and go toe to toe with him…

Ashley raises her hands up, her eyes almost angry and the tone in her voice mildly irritated yet still calm. .

Ashley Kenyon: I didn’t say nothin’!

Bethany Kenyon: You know why. Tren isn’t Dean Matthews or Vince Jones and just because he said he liked you yesterday on twitter doesn’t mean he won’t blast you into oblivion if you’re too…

Ashley just shoots Nikki a look and Nikki nods.

Nikki Peltier: Right, not really a problem for you.

All four share a laugh.

Jeszika Gautier: So, we know the Kingdom. B especially knows them, but what about SBS? Do any of us have any experience with them?

Nikki shakes her head.

Nikki Peltier: They weren’t in Hybrid long enough. I mean, total bookings wise. I don’t know the details of why they weren’t used as much and there was a gap between bookings that would suggest some kind of out of the ring problem like an illness or a contract dispute or government red tape issue but Bethy and Ash were usually busy with the Kingdom or Kayla Richards at the time anyway. Tren’s the wild card on the Kingdom’s side but the SBS are ALL wild cards that way.

Jeszika nods slowly.

Jeszika Gautier: They all seem to be some permutation of…

She pauses and then nods to Ashley.

Jeszika Gautier: You…

Ashley cocks her head incredulously.

Ashley Kenyon: You wanna run that one by me again?

Nikki and Bethany nod their head in agreement.

Bethany Kenyon: She’s right, they kinda are.

Nikki Peltier: Kayako Kazama is who you were on jobs. She’s the bait who tries to convince people she’s not nearly as dangerous as she really is. Yuka Hirata is the fighter who will not stop coming, just like you are with that chip on your shoulder. Masami Nishkiyama likes to throw hands, among other things.

Bethany Kenyon: Considering they’re connected as they are to Dokueki, that should not be a surprise at all.

Jeszika nods slowly.

Jeszika Gautier: This sounds like it’s gonna be a bitch!

Ashley smirks.

Ashley Kenyon: You say this like we’re not…

Bethany, Nikki and Jeszika all laugh along with her, each shaking their heads.

Ashley Kenyon: Hey, you know it’s true!

Jeszika Gautier: Fuckin’ hell!

Bethany Kenyon: We ready?

Nikki nods.

Nikki Peltier: Let’s go!

The Trios Championships were presented to the three competing teams before the match could get underway. As they were handed off to the timekeeper, Christina immediately went right after Yuka and drove her down to the mat and started raining down forearms and punches to their once bitter rivals. The two of them continued to brawl as on the outside, Kaede stood there with her newest client, Jenn Drew who grabbed a chair from under the ring and just sat down, crossing her arms. Yuka and Christina roll out to the floor, causing both to force a tag which brings in Masami and Tren who meet with Bethany. The three of them circle the ring before Masami and Bethany glance at each other and then over at Tren and Bethany and Masami decide to work together to take the largest competitor in this match down. It looks like it’s beginning to work as they bring Tren down to a knee before he just powers up and knocks both Masami and Bethany away from him. He delivers a clothesline to each of the women and goes to hit the ropes, but as he does, Kayako pulls down the top rope and Tren goes spilling out to the outside.

This causes Lilith to come into the match now for her team as she looks at Bethany and holds out a hand for her and the two of them show a sign of respect. They then look over at Masami who immediately retreats down onto the floor along with the rest of her team as they huddle up. Kaede tells Jenn to gather with them, but she just flips them the bird and crosses her legs and sits right in her chair. Kaede looks frustrated at the gesture but proceeds as Bethany and Lil circle the ring and lock up. The two seem to be at a bit of a stalemate as Lilith goes behind and Bethany does a standing switch and they both go between holds, trying to get the advantage. They both dodge and counter strikes and get up, ready to fight as they stare at each other and the crowd shows their appreciation. The two of them nod and they walk over to their corners where Lilith tags Christina in and Bethany tags Ashley in.

The two of them come in and they go right at each other, exchanging forearms and chops. Finally though, Ashley starts to get the advantage as she delivers a huricanranna onto Christina who slides out of the ring and as she does, Ashley dives through the ropes and delivers a suicide dive onto her. Finally, Yuka gets back into the ring, as well as Jeszika They look at each other before Tren decides to step into the ring. The two of them though, immediately deliver a double clothesline that sends him out of the ring and to the floor below. The two of them then square off and Yuka manages to duck a roundhouse kick and deliver a rolling elbow that stuns Jeszika before she is able to deliver a double leg takedown and just start to rain down punches onto Jeszika. As this is going on though, Lilith gets into the ring and she pulls Yuka off of her and delivers a headbutt followed by a belly to belly suplex. She then takes Yuka and ties her up in the Faerie lock before grabbing Jeszika and doing the same thing.

Lil smiles at her handy work as she delivers a basement dropkick to the butt of Yuka before doing the same to Psycho and they both roll out of the ring. With that, in comes Kayako and Ashley. Kayako tries her cute little innocent stuff with Ashley and Lilith, but Lilith warns Ashley not to fall for it. When it turns out that it doesn’t work, Kayako just walks up to the two of them and pokes them both in the eyes before stomping on both of their feet and following it up with a couple of kicks to the face. Kaede yells at Jenn to get up to her feet, and finally, Jenn just rolls her eyes and stands up. Kayako grabs Lilith and goes to send her into the ropes, but Lilith is able to reverse it and as that happens, Jenn smirks and she turns her back and reaches out, acting like she was trying to trip up Lilith, but by mistake, trips Kayako up instead. As this happens, Ashley delivers a tornado DDT onto Lilith. Tren has Psycho on the outside and the two of them are just brawling it out.

Bethany and Yuka are doing the same thing and Christina is climbing up to the top rope and she looks down at the other four and launches herself, delivering a moonsault to the floor that wipes out Masami, Bethany, Jeszika, and it takes Tren down as well. Ashley picks Lilith up and she goes for Stall N’ Crawl, but Liltih is able to avoid it as she delivers a lungblower and then goes to lock in Dark Ending, but as she struggles, Kayako comes flying in and delivers It’s Blossom Season onto Lilith, and goes for the cover, but at two, Bethany dives in and makes the save. She picks Ashley up and the two of them deliver Ireland’s Kiss on Kayako and Bethany hooks the leg and gets the three count.

Roger Arden: Here are your winners and the first NFW Trios Champions, Ashley Kenyon, Bethany Kenyon, andJesxika Gautier, Arsenal!

Jim Reynolds: Arsenal did it, Nicky. They survived every other trio out there and they make history here tonight.

Nick Hanson: What an amazing main event match though and congratulations to Arsenal on becoming the first Trios Champions.

Result: Pinfall