NFW Collision #92 - 02/23/2021!

The opening montage to Collision has barely finished when the fans are pumped by the sound of “Rise” by State of Mine playing. They are not sure who it is coming out to this new tune, but they light up when it is Damon Cross who walks out onto the stage.

Nick Hanson: Welcome, fans, to the 92nd episode of Collision! And it looks like tonight's starting with a man on a mission: Damon Cross!

Jim Reynolds: Y’know what? He did good enough representing Collision at Invasion. Even helped me win a couple hundred smackers. But it did my heart good seeing him choke against Sativa after beating Crowley! And now the gold is back with the Kingdom, where it belongs!

Nick Hanson: Sativa Neveah held on to that title shot for almost a full year before cashing in at Invasion, but I see no reason to cheer about her beating a worn out and damaged champion for the title. Yes, she was allowed to pick the time and place to suit her, but whatever happened to honor?

Jim Reynolds: Honor don’t pay the bills! And we all know why Damon is out here tonight: to complain and beg for a rematch! The champ said no, Cross! Get it through your skull!

Cross hardly looks like a man downtrodden, though. In fact, he’s smiling pretty openly as he heads down the ramp toward the ring, cane in hand. Entering said ring, he takes a moment to acknowledge the cheering masses, prompting them to take up the volume a bit. Going to the corner, he accepts a microphone from the timekeeper. As he strides back to the center of the ring, “Rise” fades out and Damon takes a deep breath.

Damon Cross: Chicago… welcome to a brand new day!

He is excited, exuding a new level of positivity. And, as a result, the fans are swept up in it, letting him and everyone watching from home know it.

Damon Cross: Tonight, my Collision faithful, you will see a star-studded main event with three top-flight talents, and yours truly, battling it out for a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship! Sela-Rica Lark...

There’s a bit of booing from the Chicago crowd.

Damon Cross: ...Yukiko Kusanagi…

More negativity, though with a few cheers sprinkled in.

Damon Cross: ...Cass Baumer…

Unmistakable cheers emanate from the Windy City fans!

Damon Cross: ...and I will all converge on this ring to earn the right to take on Sativa Neveah at Collision #93 for that oh-so-delightful ten pounds of gold!

Nick Hanson: Sativa might have told him no last week after siccing the Kingdom on him, Jim, but here Damon is with another opportunity to earn a shot at the title! And we all know what happened last time!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, he lucked out thanks to Luthor moving the match up, then held it for two weeks before losing it without a successful defense. Yawn.

Nick Hanson: You’re really a glass-half-empty guy, aren’t you?

There’s still a smile on Damon’s face, but with a certain sharpness to his stare. He turns on the hard camera, walking to the ropes and leaning upon the top strand, the microphone dangling loose in his hand. His smile turns to a smirk as he brings it up.

Damon Cross: ”No”, Sativa? Think again.

The smirk gives way to a sterner, more stoic expression.

Damon Cross: I told you that there would be no rest, no retreat, until I received a rematch for the title you took from me. And so it shall come to pass tonight when I commit temporary regicide upon the Underground Queen, pluck the feathers from the Demolition Angel and, for an ever-so-brief moment, silence Cass Baumer. I will have redemption for the defeat at Invasion, Sativa, and I will prove your fear of me to be well-founded in the process.

Something about the way he emphasizes ‘fear’ gets the fans riled up a bit. The smirk comes back, too, with Damon not moving his gaze from the camera.

Jim Reynolds: Fucker almost made me spew water all over my microphone! Fear?! Sativa ain’t scared of shit!

Nick Hanson: That IS a bold claim. Perhaps he’ll expand on his reasoning.

Jim Reynolds: He oughta just drop the mic and walk while he still can!

His brows raise, though, and Damon puts on a look of mock surprise, clearly enjoying what he must imagine Sativa’s, and the Kingdom’s, reaction to be to his statement.

Damon Cross: Yes, Sativa. I said fear. Swallow back your vitriol and pay attention as I explain.

Rising to his full height, Damon pushes some dark hair from his face, backing up to the center of the ring.

Damon Cross: A person with nothing to fear would not choose to attack a weakened adversary in order to ensure victory. You leapt in after I’d gone half an hour with Anton Crowley, when I was nursing an injured right arm…

He pauses to shake out said arm and rotate it, showing with a grin that it was quite ready for action.

Damon Cross: ...and took your liberties even before cashing in your title shot. Almost as though… you were desperate.

Another ‘ooooh’ from the Collision faithful in attendance. Damon, it seems, has no filter tonight.

Damon Cross: While I do commend your patience and planning, your actions make you a coward, Sativa. The ends do not justify the means, no matter how much you wish they did. But then, you would call foul on Luthor Callaway for moving up our title match, wouldn’t you, as though you needed those three extra months to prepare for me? A champion of your 'caliber'? It was a straight-up, one-on-one match, may the best wrestler win. On that night, I was the best wrestler. And that just stuck in your craw. So you did everything in your power to sway the odds in your favor. A successful endeavor? Yes. One that got you what you wanted? Most certainly. One that proves your superiority?

Not by a damn sight. A superior wrestler and champion does not hide behind their demonic, polyamorous sewing circle and their giant bodyguard-

He pauses for a moment, then takes on a calmer mien.

Damon Cross: And for the record, Tren? No hard feelings about Collision.

Damon clearly felt that he needed to get that out before continuing.

Damon Cross: A superior wrestler and champion also does not backdoor their way into glory. Yes, you earned that title shot. Yes, you had the right to use it as you saw fit. But for a woman overloaded with pride and smug self-satisfaction, one might have thought that you would want to regain your championship in a way that left no doubt of your dominance, something that was already proven with a year-long reign but is now… tarnished.

Another pause as Damon lowers the microphone, looking a bit smug himself. Idly, he turns to look at the stage as though expecting the Kingdom to stomp down with Sativa at the head to smear him into the canvas for those remarks. After a few moments, though, he shrugs and continues.

Damon Cross: Thankfully, for Collision, for all of NFW, and for these fans to pay to see the best of the best fight it out in this ring? I will, this very evening in this very ring, earn the opportunity to face you in two weeks. And, once again, I will prove that I have what it takes not only to beat you, but to carry that championship and be the standard-bearer of this brand. See, Sativa…

He walks back to the ropes, leaning upon them.

Damon Cross: ...I was trained old school, by men who learned the hard way and made sure to pass on those rough-but-vital lessons to every person who they took under their wing with no consideration other than making sure the next generation had every tool to succeed. It took time, but those lessons sunk in. Theirs is a legacy I am proud to uphold. Theirs are lessons that I will be happy to teach you as well.

But… that’s two weeks from now. Tonight, I have an opportunity to grasp. Then you’ll have a date with destiny, one that you won’t be able to wriggle your way out of. Bet your life on it. Just call me… the Redeemer. I’ll make that title mean something again. Watch me.

“Rise” hits again as Damon sets down the microphone and leaves the ring, heading up the ramp to the backstage area while the fans cheer him on.

Nick Hanson: A very-determined Damon Cross seeks to get another shot at the World Heavyweight Championship in tonight’s main event… and I sure as hell wouldn’t bet against him!

Jim Reynolds: And I wouldn’t bet ON him. Against any of those three women, this fuckin’ clown would have a hard fight ahead. Against all three? He’s just in their way. And can’t none of ‘em hold a candle to Sativa!

Nick Hanson: You say that easily, but I see something different in Damon Cross now. This is a new man, Jim. The Redeemer he called himself.

Jim Reynolds: Whoopty-fuckin’-do. That’ll sell some shirts, but it won’t make him champion. Kid’s good, I’ll grant him that, but his fifteen minutes done run out. Sativa’s got that belt for as long as she wants to. That’s a fuckin’ fact.
Josh Davidson: Since entering NFW, my next guest has been quite successful as she climbs her way up the ladder. Tonight, however, she has the daunting task of taking on the challenge of the devastating Asmodeus. Please welcome back to the Collision Center, “The Demolition Queen” Erin Blue.

Erin joins Josh on the screen. Josh seems to wait for her to try and scare him again or something, but she just stands there waiting for him to continue.

Josh Davidson: You’ve had quite the impressive start since your arrival at Invasion. When can we expect you and Teresa Duke to get back into the title picture?

Erin Blue: That’s a great question, Josh! The answer is soon. While I’m excited to team up with Teresa as part of the Thick Girls Club, filling in for Jansen Myrrh, I’m also just as excited to show off my skill as a singles competitor. But don’t you worry, we haven’t forgotten about them Valkyries and the NFW Tag Team Championship. It’s definitely something we have our eyes on. Until then, I will continue to compete in singles competition.

Josh Davidson: Fair enough. Your opponent tonight is the unpredictable Asmodeus. She has been known to cause a bit of chaos within the ranks of the NFW Collision roster. Most notably she caused a bit of trouble for the Kingdom. She’s been a little quiet as of late, but I imagine she’s looking to use you as a stepping stone to get back into the swing of things.

Erin Blue: Well, she can try and use me as a stepping stone, but she’ll find that I’m not going to willingly just roll over and play dead just because she puts on a little face paint and acts a little crazy. People are easy to forget my background, and that’s just fine with me. Underestimate my ability and you’ll pay the price. I’m no pushover, that’s for certain. I certainly won’t be a pushover for Asmodeus. I’ll match her crazy for crazy any day of the week. She might be able to get at the Kingdom, but getting to the Demolition Queen is an entirely different variable. So let’s see what Asmodeus can bring.

Erin steps out of the picture as she heads to the ring for her match.

Josh Davidson: She’s been on a roll, but will Asmodeus be the one to the put a stop to Erin Blue’s impressive start here in NFW? We’re about to find out.

Erin Blue v. Asmodeus

Asmodeus clearly puts Erin on the defensive with mere presence, but the Demolition Queen gets over her early misgivings and attacks at the bell. Seeming ready for this eventuality, the painted woman sidesteps Erin and sends her into the buckles chest-first. She drives a knee into the back of Erin, then grabs her by the hair and yanks her to the mat. The referee steps in to admonish Asmodeus, but backs up when she turns a glare on him, plucking loose, torn hair from between her fingers. Erin, however, rolls Asmodeus up from behind for a quick two-count, momentarily putting the freakish-looking woman off her game. From there, Erin kips up and goes on the attack herself, whipping Asmodeus out, then reversing herself and sending the woman into the same buckles Erin had crashed into. She short-charges the painted woman with a pair of rough clotheslines, then nails a gutwrench suplex before attempting another pin, Asmodeus shocking her by kicking out at one. Unperturbed, Erin pulls Asmodeus up to continue the assault, but the painted woman goes for the eyes, stunning Erin long enough for Asmodeus to get off a throat thrust and a jawbreaker. Tough as she is, Erin is rocked by this and a reverse STO gets Asmodeus a near-fall on the Demolition Angel.

Blue is far from out of the fight, though. She takes some hard chops, both backhand and forehand, from Asmodeus, but shoves the Demon of Temptation away several times. Asmodeus keeps coming back and Erin uses this to her advantage with her superior strength, hoisting the painted woman up and dropping her stungun-style over the top rope. Asmodeus recoils and a mule kick knocks her down hard. Erin gets a near-fall on her pin attempt, and keeps the pressure on after Asmodeus kicks out. Hard chops from the Demolition Angel seem to be having an effect, but Asmodeus starts fighting back, showing that she was playing a bit of possum… and that even Erin’s strength advantage won’t be enough. Kicking the knee out from under Asmodeus and nailing a shining wizard gets Erin her closest near-fall yet, but the Demon of Temptation is still in the fight, tenacious and frustrating.

A backdrop driver from Blue folds Asmodeus up hard, and a running European uppercut sends her careening into the ropes. Asmodeus turns with a snarl, rearing back as though to spray her Mist… and when Erin stops in her tracks, Asmodeus nails a pump kick to the jaw of the Demolition Angel! Shoving her into the ropes, Asmodeus hoists her up and throws her down with a modified spinebuster, but Erin kicks out at two! Asmodeus shakes the hair out of her face and starts to stalk Blue, looking for an opportunity to put the former soldier away with the Crown of Horns. When she goes for the arm, Erin seems to sense what’s coming and yanks Asmodeus in, using a snap German suplex to slow the Demon of Temptation down. Around this time, the lights suddenly go out, leading to some loud confusion in AND out of the ring. When they come back on, Milisandre Crowthorne is in the ring with Asmodeus in her gear, staring at the Demon of Temptation! Before Asmodeus can react to that or Erin and the referee simply being gone, Milisandre grasps the painted woman by the face, putting her to the mat with a crushing claw hold! Then, without warning, the lights go out again and when they’re back on, Erin and the referee are back and Asmodeus has a black handprint on her face! Unsure of what went down, Erin drops down and covers the prone Demon of Temptation, getting the one-two-three without hassle!

Result: Pinfall

The camera opens backstage on Nikki Peltier

Nikki Peltier: January 26, 2015…

She nods to the right.

Nikki Peltier: Bethany Kenyon…

Bethany walks into the shot from the right. Nikki pauses and then nods to the left.

Nikki Peltier: Ashley Kenyon…

Ashley walks into the shot from the left. Nikki nods and turns to face the camera as the two sisters stare at each other.

Nikki Peltier: Katt Industries Special Services, K.I.S.S. walked into a fourway championship defense of the UWA Tag Team Championships against Bene Elohim, the Cornbread Mafia and Sang Real. K.I.S.S. walked into that match the champions and walked out down two championship belts.

Bethany and Ashley nod to each other.

Nikki Peltier: Up until that moment, they had been a unit. A unit the world has not seen in a tag team match since that day just over six years ago. Both went on to singles gold in UWA and both went on to singles gold in Hybrid on the Unleashed Brand but somehow, they have not worked as a tag team again…

A proud smile comes over Nikki’s face.

Nikki Peltier: Until now!

Bethany smiles at her younger sister and Ashley nods back.

Nikki Peltier: February 23, 2021, Bethany Kenyon and Ashley Kenyon reunite as K.I.S.S. to face the team of Angel and Isidora Jansen, Empyreal!

Bethnay and Ashley turn to face the camera.

Nikki Peltier: Six years we’ve been waiting for this. Ladies, this is gonna be good!
We cut to the back where Josh Davidson has the unenviable task of interviewing Matt Shields. Shields stands there in his gear, opting for black jeans, some black kickpads that hopefully have a blood splatter design on them, his wrists and fists were taped up and he had tossed on a sleeveless Clockwork Orange shirt. He turned to Josh and unzipped the mouth section of the mask he was still forced to wear due to the burns he had recently suffered.

Josh Davidson: Uhm, uh hello NFW fans. Right now I have a man of many titles, someone who really doesn’t need much of an introduction but I’m scared if I don’t give him one he will do something really terrible to me, so here is The Knightmare King himself, Matt Shields.

Shields looks at Josh for a few seconds, brings his kendo stick off his shoulder, and starts tapping the edge of it on the ground. He shakes his head, raises the kendo stick, and as Josh looks like he might start to cower, Shields laughs and puts the weapon away before he rips the mic away from Josh.

Matt Shields: You’re god damn right I don’t need a fucking introduction. If you don’t know exactly who the fuck I am and what I am all about, well I got some good news and some bad news. Bad news first. You’re a brain-dead fucking moron and your family hates your stupid ass. Good news though, you get to learn who I am and what I am all about later on tonight along with Maki.

Shields appears to be smiling behind that creepy disgusting mask.

Matt Shields: Now let’s just go ahead and get down to brass tacks on things. Why do I hate Maki? Why do I fucking despise her? Why do I wanna shove this kendo stick down her throat, my boot up her fucking ass, and one thing she would enjoy in the only open spot left? I could say it’s because she cost Collision, but I don’t give a fuck about this show. If it wasn’t for the fat fucking check they’re giving me, I would tell this place and their soulless worthless titles to lick my taint and don’t dare fucking forget to tickle my balls while you’re done there. No no no, this is about what that bitch took from me. When I realized that those things they call titles around here are nothing but twisted abominations that would only be useful if I melted down the metal and made a cock ring, I decided that I was just gonna have fun. I was going to cause chaos and carnage. Bloody beating after bloody beating, after bloody fucking beating until the very thought of stepping into the ring with me, filled everyone on this roster with dread and despair. Maki took that opportunity away from me at Invasion. She caught me with a cheap cowardly sneak attack. That shit isn’t gonna happen tonight. Trust me. Any more questions Josh? Nope, good, great, fuck off. I need to go take care of my pre-match ritual. Good old smoke and stroke always helps clear the mind before a good battle.

Shields shoves past Josh as he walks off and swings his kendo stick wide before bringing it up onto his shoulder to rest, wrapping his arms around it to make sure nobody gets too close to him.

Empyreal v. K.I.S.S.

Ashley and Angel start things off for their teams as they circle the ring and then lock up. Angel almost immediately turns it into a waistlock that is then turned into a side headlock by Ashley. Angel backs into the ropes and shoves Ashley off of her. Ashley hits the ropes and Angel takes her down with a shoulder tackle. Angel then follows it up with a Fisherman’s suplex. Angel drags Ashley over to her corner and makes the tag to Isidora. Isidora comes into the ring and they pick Ashley up and they deliver a bearhug and running clothesline double team. Isidora then grabs Ashley and goes to lock in a Fujiwara armbar, but Ashley scrambles to the bottom rope and forces the break. Isidora though pulls Ashley out of the ropes and up to her feet before hitting her with reverse roundhouse. She then tags Angel back into the match and the two of them deliver a double suplex. Isidora rolls out of the ring and Angel goes for a cover, but only gets a two count. Angel and Isidora continue to put the pressure on Ashley, but eventually, Ashley is able to land on her feet after a German Suplex attempt by Angel and stumbles back towards her corner and Bethany is able to tag herself into the match.

The crowd goes nuts as Bethany comes into the ring and she drops Angel with a clothesline and then one to Isidora. She begins to clear the ring and the crowd is loving it. Bethany takes Angel down with a spinkick before delivering a standing moonsault with a booty shake and hooks the leg for a two count. Bethany tags Ashley back into the match and the two of them pick Angel up and deliver a double backdrop followed by double elbow drops. Ashley picks Angel up and delivers Kiss Off and goes for a cover, but Isidora comes in and breaks up the pin at two. Isidora grabs Ashely and drivers her shoulder first into the ringpost before grabbing Angel and dragging her over to the corner and tagging herself into the match. As Isidora gets in, she grabs Ashley and a reverse roundhouse kick. She looks like she’s ready to lock in Angel Wings, but as she signals for it, she looks up at the ramp and we see Lilith Meadows and Christina walking out and holding the Tag Team Titles up in the air. It’s that momentary distraction that allows Ashley and Bethany to deliver Kiss Your Ass Goodnight and Ashley hooks the leg and gets the pin.

Roger Arden: Here are you winners, Ashley and Bethany Kenyon, K.I.S.S.!

Jim Reynolds: Two thirds of the trios champions picking up a huge win tonight.

Nick Hanson: Well, you can thank the tag team champions for coming out here and causing a momentary distraction.

Jim Reynolds: Isidora took her eyes off the prize for a moment and that cost her, Nick!

Results: Pinfall

Standing in the ring, we see Lilith Meadows and Christina Olson standing there, an arrogant smirk on Christina’s face as Lilith stands there beside her, Christina with a microphone in her hand and her tag team championship around her waist with Lilith sporting hers over her shoulder. The crowd is mixed for the two of them with their reaction. Christina grins as she brings the microphone up to her mouth to begin speaking.

Christina Olson: Empyreal, TRIOCS, you wanted our attention, well, you got it and you got in spades. You guys wanted to step to us, but me, I’m not sure any of you are ready for the war you are asking for. Tonight, we didn’t even need to lay our hands on you two and yet, you two were so easily distracted by us just coming out here to get a closer look at what could be two potential challengers for what we hold.

Christina motions to her half of the Tag Team Championships. Lilith grins as she adjusts her title on her shoulder and takes the microphone from her friend and partner.

Lilith Meadows: We know Christina here is ready for a fight with anybody involved with TRIOCS, but we got a different challenge ahead of us first that we gotta take care of before we can focus on them. We got someone we got a past with and his wife first in Tim and Kirios Hunt to take care of before we can even focus on anybody else.

Christina grabs the microphone from Lilith and motions for the camera to zoom in on her for a moment.

Christina Olson: Timothy Hunt, yeah, I’m talking to you. You, you are nothing more than a slimeball. I know Lily here holds no ill will towards you, but I damn sure do. You don’t threaten my family and friends with violence because you don’t agree with something people decide they want to do. People don’t act like that, not even us. I’m sure you didn’t actually care about them. No, I know the only reason you pretended to care was because of all the puss-puss that’s around the castle. You can admit it, it’s okay, every guy wishes they could be in the position you were in for just a short moment.

Christina laughs as she looks back at Lilith who is doing her best to stifle a giggle, but it’s not working very well.

Christina Olson: Timothy, some of the girls, they may forgive you for your transgressions, but me, nah, son, it’s time for you to reap what you sow and that’s quite possibly me dropping you on your head on the ramp just like you threatened to do. Kirios, for you, I apologize for what I’m planning on doing to your husband, I have nothing truly against you, you’re just another faceless opponent who wants something I have and I have to put you down all the same.

Lilith grabs the microphone once again as she places her hand on Christina’s shoulder.

Lilith Meadows: Behold The Kingdom.

Lilith and Christina hold their titles up in the air with smug looks on their faces as the camera fades out.

Matt Shields v. Maki

Shields and Maki march to the center of the ring and stare each other down for a few seconds before Shields unzips the mouthpiece of his mask and tells her she can have a free shot. He taps the jaw section of the protective mask, trying to antagonize her a bit. She feigns a forearm and then catches him with a hard kick to the leg. She takes a step back and delivers a few more hard kicks. Shields manages to catch the fifth kick and turns it into a dragon screw leg whip. Shields starts rubbing out some of the pain in his leg as Maki gets up. Maki now hits him with a forearm, then catches him with a forearm from the other side before she buries a knee into his midsection. Maki goes to pull Shields in, but he thumbs her right in the eye and follows with a big swinging neckbreaker. Shields catches his breath, pulls Maki up by her hair, and blasts her with a few vicious forearms before he delivers a knee to her midsection. He pulls her in by her hair as he hauls her up onto his shoulders and plants her down with Majo no Toki (Fireman's Carry Neckbreaker). He quickly makes the cover and hooks both legs

TWO…

THRE- KICK OUT!

Shields turns to the ref with a scream, then smiles and starts to laugh. He again pulls Maki up by her hair and looks at her as he starts talking. “Good, I didn’t want you to be that weak. It would be boring if this ended too soon.” He then gives her a slap on the cheek almost like he’s trying to wake her up. That proves to be a big mistake as she catches him with a vicious headbutt. Shields stumbles back, hits the ropes, and then steps forward, looking a bit rocked. Maki has a bit of a smirk on her face as she hits him with a stiff forearm. Shields fires back with one of his own then sticks out his chest and holds his arms back, welcoming a chop. Maki takes a few steps back, then comes forward with a sickening sharp chop to the chest, immediately reddening the chest of Shields. Maki looks at Shields and then welcomes a chop from him. Shields seems to laugh as he winds up for the overhand variety. He brings his hand down and all the air is sucked out of the building as it echoes through the Collision center like a gunshot. Maki is a little surprised and almost goes to a knee, but instead, she fires off a kick to his leg. Shields seems to wince in pain, then fires off a kick of his own. Maki pulls back from his kick but then delivers another that almost buckles Shields. Shields fires back and Maki winces a little but it’s obvious to both his kicks aren’t as strong. She looks for another, but he steps back, and then comes forward with a European uppercut when she turns around. The force of the uppercut spins Maki again and when she comes back around to Shields, she catches him with a jumping high knee and follows with a huge emerald flowsion.

Both are down and the ref begins to count.

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

FIVE…

SIX...

Both of them begin to stir at the count of six. Maki is to her feet first and takes that chance to catch Shields with a step-up enziguri. Maki continues to show some impressive power as she brings Shields up for a Death Valley Driver, but she suddenly pushes Shields off. He lands on his feet, biting at the ear of Maki. He pulls away and there’s a small bit of blood on his mask. He drives a few elbows down into the ear of Maki and then delivers a pumphandle neckbreaker. Shields catches his breath and shakes the cobwebs, then goes up to the top rope. He looks out as he stands on the top rope and screams “Hail Satan, Archangelo! Hail Satan, Welcome year zero!” He then dives off with Year Zero (Swanton Bomb) and gets caught by Maki with Superkick Party as she nails him in the back of his head, his tailbone, and his left ankle. Shields rolls over towards the ropes, clutching low, Maki rolls him away from the ropes and hooks both legs.

TWO…

THREE - NO!

The ref points at the hand of Shields as he had just been able to drape his fingertips of the bottom rope. Maki drops his legs and his hand drops from the rope. Maki allows herself a few seconds to recover and catch her breath before she drags Shields up to his feet and looks to end it with the Makihouse Kick. Shields is just able to duck it and looks for a European uppercut as Maki comes around. Maki blocks that, pushes him back, and goes for a jumping knee. Shields blocks that and goes for a forearm, but Maki grabs with both hands, shoves him back, and looks for a German suplex. Shields hooks his leg around Maki’s and counters, rolling behind for a German suplex of his own. Maki blocks so he transitions to a dragon suplex, but that one is broken. Maki looks for a spinning backfist, but that one is ducked. When Maki turns back around, Shields catches her with a rake to the eyes, taking the cheap route. Shields hits her with a headbutt that rattles him a little as well. Maki stumbles back into the ropes and Shields charges forward, catching Maki with 40 Legions (Discus Clothesline), sending both of them over the ropes, crashing down to the floor. The ref checks on them, looking for any injuries or signs of concussion. He determines their okay and starts the count.

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

FIVE…

SIX...

Maki and Shields begin to stir, both getting to a knee around the same time. Shields fires off a heavy slap, and Maki returns the favor. Another slap from Shields and another from Maki as both get to their feet. Shields fires off a forearm and Maki comes back with a chest blistering chop. Shields grabs Maki by the hair and pulls her into a vicious European uppercut. Both so focused on hurting the other they don’t even realize the count has reached

THIRTEEN....

Maki fires back with a rolling elbow and rocks Shields a bit, but again he shows that he has no issues cheating as he pokes Maki in the eyes. Shields hits a forearm and then sets her up for Frailty as the count reaches

SEVENTEEN....

Shields Pulls Maki in for the elbow strike, but she ducks it, breaks wrist control, and then she thumbs Shields in the eye, giving him back a bit of his own medicine. Maki catches Shields flush with the Makihouse Kick, right at the count of


The ref calls for the back as Shields crumples into a heap, then goes over to Roger Arden.


Roger Arden: As both participants failed to answer the twenty count, this match has been ruled a Double Count Out DRAW!

Nick Hanson: A draw? Come on, Maki had that asshole down and out.

Jim Reynolds: She still would have had to lift him up, roll him into the ring, get back into the ring, cover him and get a 3 count. That Makihouse Kick is powerful, but I don’t know if it’s keeping a demented bastard like Shields down for that long.

Nick Hanson: Unforunately, we will never know. These two cared more about hurting the other than they did winning the match. Both of these psycho’s seemed happy when the other kicked out of absolutely devastating moves.

Shields starts to stir and Maki is waiting for him with a middle finger. He lunges at her, almost biting her finger off. That lunge also allowed him to surprise her with a knee to the midsection. He grabbed Maki by the back of her neck and delivered a stiff forearm, but she absorbed it, smirked, grabbed the back of his neck, and delivered a forearm of her own. They just started trading, each looking to level the other before security came and forcibly ripped them apart. Maki was taken off through the curtain while Shields was taken off the ramp and around the stands, getting plenty of distance between the deranged brawlers.

Result: Double Count Outl

The camera jumps backstage to Luthor Callaway sitting in his office, watching the events at ringside unfold with a bitter look of annoyance on his face.

Luthor Callaway: Goddamn animals….

His attention is drawn away by a knock at the door. The General Manager looks more annoyed by it than anything but quickly composes himself. He grabs his travel coffee cup and sips out of it as the knock sounds again.

Luthor Callaway: Yeah, yeah, come in! Jesus.

The door can be heard opening and Luthor looks up from his seat with a quizzical look on his face. He stands out of his chair as a Fed-Ex Express worker comes into frame, carrying a small box with handheld device on top.

Fed-Ex: Luthor Callaway?

Luthor Callaway: Yeah, what the hell’s this?

Luthor flicks the box with a thump. The delivery boy shrugs.

Fed-Ex: Delivery for you, sir. No idea what else.

Luthor Callaway: Well who’s it from, genius? Gimme that damn thing.

Luthor takes the box. The Fed-Ex guy catches his handheld from dropping as the GM looks over the label.

Luthor Callaway: No return address. What is this, a fucking secret admirer?

He asks sarcastically before pausing and setting it on his desk with a sigh. He reaches and the Fed-Ex guy gives him the handheld. Luthor scribbles in his signature with the stylus. He hands it back to the Fed-Ex worker. The guy smiles and takes his leave from the office. Luthor starts to turn back to his desk before catching himself.

Luthor Callaway: Hey, close the door, asshole!

There’s a pause before the door is heard closing. Luthor shakes his head and sits back at his desk with a grumble. For a moment, he looks at his computer and starts typing but his eyes shift to the box. He pauses again before giving in and reaching over for it. Luthor digs a letter opener out of his desk and slices into the tape on the box. Opening the cardboard flaps, he pulls out the packaging paper before stopping and staring into the box. Luthor reaches in, slowly, retrieving what looks like...a Build-A-Bear? Yup. It’s a Build-A-Bear, alright. A brown one that looks remarkably like Luthor. In terms of dress anyway. Little jeans, white t-shirt and leather jacket. One arm is attached to a tiny wooden board with little handcuffs and the other hand holds a little white flag. As Luthor examines it with an unamused look on his face, the camera zooms in on the word “Punishment” written on the flag. The camera holds on Luthor’s glare at the object in his hands before cutting away.
We open up on a shot of a big top, it’s black and white, holes in the top of it with eerie, creepy organ music playing. We hear what sounds like demonic children’s laughter as we go inside of the tent. Inside we see clowns, dancing slowly around in the center of the space. Suddenly, the lights go out and when they come back on, the clowns have disappeared and in their place is a singular person, a familiar person, one decked in full, black tuxedo with long coattails and a top hat. The organ continues playing as the lights go out again and in a split second, they come on once more and Ringmaster is now in his ring gear, but his cane in hand and over his shoulder. The music continues, though it gets quieter now as Ringmaster smiles right at the camera.

Ringmaster: Come one, come all! Come and witness what will be the greatest show on Earth when I, The Ringmaster step into the squared circle with the human car crash herself, Morgan Payne! We will dance and put on a spectacle for the ages when we fight to stand on top of the Silver Mountain! We will dance the dance of her choosing and oh, it will be wild, that much I know!

Ringmaster twirls his cane and throws it in the air before catching and slamming the end down on the ground.

Ringmaster: Morgan Payne, I know you said some things regarding my decision to challenge you instead of going for the World Championship. See, Morgan, you claim this Championship of the Silver Mountain is one to push yourself, put on a spectacle for all to see! You, you are a woman that I have respect for! A woman who will stop at nothing to prove that she is tough and worthy of being considered someone at the top of this industry we call wrestling. That is why I challenged you, I want to fight someone with that hunger, someone with that proverbial chip on their shoulder. I crave that sort of thing, I need that sort of thing, I need to show all the people just what I’m made of and what better way to do that than against someone like yourself?

Ringmaster does a spin and bows, his tophat rolling down his arm and into his hand.

Ringmaster: Morgan Payne, we shall have our dance soon enough and I am more than excited to have this dance with you. In time, we shall it and for now, I bide my time and I wait for it to happen. I will be seeing you soon, Miss Payne.

With that, Ringmaster taps his cane on the ground twice and on the second tap, the lights go out and we hear the laughter of a woman, almost a crazed laughter, but laughter nonetheless as the scene fade out.
Milisandre Crowthorne: The Lost Child thinks she is the only one who can play those games...

The scene fades in to show Milisandre Crowthorne standing somewhere in the bowels of the arena. She is dressed similarly to how she was earlier in the evening.

Milisandre Crowthorne: He was born in the darkness and nothingness that came before time. He showed me what that was like. What the void truly is.

Her shoulders rise and fall with a slight chuckle.

Milisandre Crowthorne: I showed her the power of the void tonight. She has been marked. She will hear the message. She will gain enlightenment. She has stared long into an abyss...

Milisandre looks right into the camera and just her mouth and chin are visible under her hood. Her lips curled into a sneer.

Milisandre Crowthorne: It’s time the abyss starts to stare back...

Fade out.

Rayola Davine v. Saoirse Maguire

The bell rings, and the two combatants meet up in the center ring. Saoirse, the vet, tells Rayola to take a shot. Rayola hesitates, but in the end, sends a chop into Saoirse's chest. Maguire smiles, and gives a nod, before firing off with a chop of her own. A chop feat ensues, both women trading back and forth, before Psycho ends the exchange via elbow to the face. Davine clutches her cheek, and spins away from the impact, opening herself up to a roundhouse to the back of the head. Davine crashes to the mat, prompting Psycho to drive a barrage of knees into her ribs. Rayola manages to roll out of the ring, putting distance between herself, and Saoirse.

Maguire shakes her head, and rushes at the ropes, taking a leap through the top and middle rope, with a beautiful looking dropkick that lands flush. With the refs count going into effect, the two warriors continue to scrap outside of the ring. Maguire is having a field day, with a clear skill advantage, but Rayola's determination keeps her in the fight. Determination, however, was no match for Gealtachta, which lays her out. Knowing she can't win outside of the ring, Maguire scrambles to shove Davine back into the ring, she follows shortly after, narrowly avoiding a count out loss. With her opponent down, it was just a matter of pinning her, or so Maguire thought. When she tries for the cover, Rayola's fighting spirit kicks in, and she somehow rolls her up.

TWO

Th...no, Psycho kicks out, a look of disbelief clearly visible. Saoirse, though surprised, still gives Rayola props, via a subtle nod. Both women, now back to a stand, go right back to it. Pyscho goes back to the well once more, attempting to land Gealtachta, but Davine was ready, and rolls under her opponent's leg. Popping to a stand, Davine leaves her feet, clutches her opponents neck, and falls to the ground. Rayola kips up, takes herself out to the apron, and grabs hold of the top rope. Mustering up some energy, Davine leaves her feet, lands on the ropes, and shoots toward the ring, flipping backwards, coming to a crash atop Maguire, successfully hitting Divine Ray.

TWO

THREE!

Nick Hanson: And Rayola Davine, the rookie from TRIOCS is going to the semi-finals!

Jim Reynolds: I talk a lot of shit about rookies, Nick but damn she just won by the skin of her teeth over a Shieldmaiden!

Nick Hanson: She’ll be facing Jasmine Matthews in the semis in two weeks.

Result: Pinfall

The screen fills with static for a second before the cameras find Josh Davidson standing backstage with a microphone in hand. As usual, he looks as nervous as a mouse in a room full of traps. Beside him, for once not in a referee uniform but casual clothes is...Trauma’s Senior Official, Yumi Akiyama?

Yumi Akiyama: So what am I doing here, exactly?

Josh Davidson: Mr. Callaway wanted an interview with the main event talents and I don’t speak Japanese. And you’re the only one who will translate.

Yumi gives Josh a look. She shrugs, raising a hand up.

Yumi Akiyama: Josh, sweetie, I can count on my fingers the people on the roster that could translate for you.

Josh Davidson: I said will, not can.

Yumi Akiyama: What about, oh I don’t know, the interpreter?

Josh Davidson: He heard who we were interviewing and called in sick. Shh! Here she comes!

Josh puts on his best ‘please don’t kill me’ smile as the camera pans back a tad and Yukiko Kusanagi comes into frame. Looks like she’s already in her ring gear underneath one of her merch line hoodies. She peers at Josh from between her hood and her black Covid mask, looking him up and down. Yuki feints a lunge at the man, he jumps and almost scrambles behind Yumi who grabs his arm and forces him back into his spot with an annoyed look on her face. Yuki leans to the side, dramatically over exaggerating how much she needs to do so and looks at Yumi. She waves with her fingers. The Trauma referee nods politely, keeping a straight face.

Yumi Akiyama: Konbanwa, Kusanagi-san. Ogenkidesuka?

Yukiko brings her hands up together, drumming her fingers against each other.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Ahhh, watashi wa kore ijō yoku naru koto wa dekimasendeshita! Kon'ya, watashi wa kono kaisha no naka de watashi no hontō no tachiba o toru tame no daiippo o fumidashimasu.

Yukiko’s hands tremble with unhinged excitement threatening to boil over. Yumi puts on a smile and nods. The Demolition Angel looks to Josh again and feints another lunge.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Nani ga hoshī no, ashusōru?!

Josh Davidson: Gah! Uh-umm, I just…

He looks, pleadingly, to Yumi.

Josh Davidson: Interview, interview!

Yumi Akiyama: Yoroshikereba, Yukiko-san, joshu wa anata no tsugi no tatakai ni tsuite no anata no kangae o kikitaidesu.

Yukiko looks at Josh, then looks at Yumi. Looks at Josh. Looks at Yumi. Josh. Yumi. She points to herself.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Watashi no kangae?

Her shoulders shake with an unnerving chuckle.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Kon'ya no watashi no kangae o kikitaidesu ka?

Yukiko steps in closer to Josh and grabs his hand holding the microphone, pulling it towards her.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Ima dewa, watashi ga dono yō ni dōsa suru ka o shitte iru hazudesu. Hontōni, totemo kantandesu. Baumā, Kurosu, Sera ga arimasu. Watashi wa sorera no uchi no 2tsu to sōgū shimashita. Daisan ni, watashi wa saishin no chūi o haraimashita. Deimonkurosu wa jibun jishin o kuro rōnin to yonde imasu. Watashi wa kare no tōshi o sonchō suru koto ga dekimasuga, sore wa kare ga watashi kara eru subetedesu. Kekkyoku, kare wa hoka no 2tsu no guchi to nanra kawari wa arimasen. Kare wa watashi no jama o shite ite, kare wa watashi o hikitsugu tsumorida to omotte imasu. Yuiitsu no chigai wa, baumā ya Sera to wa kotonari, kare wa watashi ga nanigadekiruka o shiranai to iu kotodesuga, kare wa sugu ni wakarimasu.

She turns towards the camera, directly, gripping tightly on Josh’s hand, making him visibly uncomfortable.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Kurosu. Baumā. Sera. Anata wa mina, senshi no seishin o motte imasu. Watashi wa sore o shōsan shimasu. Anata wa mina kokoro o motte imasu. Watashi wa sore o sonchō shimasu. Shikashi, sore wa watashi ga anata ni shin'yō o ataeru subetedesu. Baumā, anata wa watashi no soba no eien no togedesu. Sera, anata wa mada kore ga gēmuda to omoimasu. Kurosu, anata wa rōninde wa arimasen. Kon'ya, sono kotoba no hontō no imi o o mise shimasu. Sorekara, watashi ga anata no kowareta karada no ue ni tatta nochi, watashi ga kanojo o jibun no chi no mizutamari ni oki, atarashī chanpion to shite koko kara dete iku toki, Satiba Nebae wa ima kara 2-shūkan kanojo no tame ni nani ga machiukete iru ka o shirudeshou.

Yuki shoves the microphone away from her, flips Josh’s tie over his shoulder and storms back towards the locker rooms. Josh pauses, watching her go and turns to Yumi with a hesitant shrug.

Josh Davidson: Did...you get any of that? I caught the names of her opponents and all…. Think she mentioned the champion too but….

Yumi has an almost comical unsure look on her face as she rubs the back of her neck.

Yumi Akiyama: Eh...nothing that should be repeated on the Network, I don’t think. Sorry Josh. All I can say is? I’m glad I’m not the one officiating this match.

She throws up her hands and pats Josh on the shoulder. Yumi walks off, leaving Josh stumped as the shot cuts away.
After a short break, we come back to Josh Davidson trying to compose himself. He adjusts his tie and makes sure his shirt and jacket are straight. He takes a breath and looks into the camera.

Josh Davidson: We’re back ladies and gentlemen. I’m about to be joined by none other than the current NFW World Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh!

Into frame strolls Sativa. She is wearing a pair of black jeans, lavender converse sneakers, and her new Biometric Data shirt. Over her right shoulder rests the NFW World Heavyweight Title. She stands beside Josh, looking at him with a mix of annoyance and boredom.

Josh Davidson: Thank you for joining us here tonight, Sativa. I just spoke with one of the members of tonight’s main event. Yukiko Kusanagi. Out of all the participants, she holds the most, stature with her accomplishments. She said...

Sativa shakes her head and fake lunges at Josh. He yelps and flinches back. Sativa reaches out and takes the mic from him.

Sativa Nevaeh: How many times am I going to have to say this. It doesn’t matter who wins tonight. I’m leaving Collision Ninety-three with MY title. Yuki, Baumer, Sela, Captain Brooding. It literally doesn’t matter. My name is Damon. I don’t plan on losing my title right after I get it. Hell, this reign is already longer than his. I do think it’s kind of fitting that the worst two former world champions of NFW are a couple.

Sativa tossed the mic back to Josh. He fumbled with it for a moment before catching it. He tentatively stepped back up beside Sativa.

Josh Davidson: Well, Sativa, is there any of the four you would specifically like to face?

Josh held the mic towards Sativa as he slightly flinched, waiting for another outburst.

Sativa Nevaeh: I mean, who wouldn’t love a chance to throttle? Sela and Yuki both have a thing for violence, something I am very, VERY familiar with. I guess the only one I don’t want to face would be Damon. Though he shouldn’t be in this match at all.

Josh Davidson: Well, Cass does have that Wildcard shot from leading the War Games winning team at Invasion. Something you made great use of that same night.

Sativa smirked and chuckled.

Sativa Nevaeh: Oh yes, I played the perfect long game. Baumer? She isn’t that talented. She’ll flaunt that thing around like a teenage boy with his first erection. She has to be the center of attention. She has to have all eyes on her. She won’t let anyone forget she has that shot. Let her try and catch me off guard. I’ll put her down like all the rest.

Josh Davidson: With the winner of the match getting a shot at you and the title on the next Collision, I assume you’ll be watching this match closely.

Sativa Nevaeh: Josh, don’t assume you know what that does.

Sativa gives Josh a stern look.

Sativa Nevaeh: But yes, I will be watching the match. Closely. Might even come down and watch with a front-row seat. Watch Damon fail, again. I do so enjoy watching that.

Just then a chime sounds. Sativa pulls out her cellphone and smiles.

Sativa Nevaeh: I’m off Josh. Gotta take this. Important.

Sativa doesn’t wait for a response. She presses a button on her phone and places it to her ear.

Sativa Nevaeh: Hey you...

She walks out of frame leaving Josh to stare after her ineptly.

Dona Rotten v. Lluvia Cane

The ref calls for the bell and the two women stalk each other, before locking up. Rotten gets the upper hand first breaking the lock up into an armbar which she quickly turns into a short arm lariat knocking Lluvia to the mat. Rotten quickly drops a short elbow and begins punching Lluvia and goes for a quick pin, which doesnt get to a count before Lluvia kicks out and rolls to her feet. Roten looks angry and stands to charge. Lluvia sidekicks catching Rotten stunning her. Lluvia moves in dropping Rotten with a DDT Lifting Rotten Lluvia wastes no time as she suplexes Rotten. Standing she kicks her a few times for good measure and flips into a moonsault leg drop hitting it squarely. Lluvia goes for the cover, but it’s only a nearfall. Rotten rolls to her feet. She moves in and ties up Lluvia before sending her to a corner with a irish whip. She charges in right behind hitting her with a clothesline in the corner hard. Lluvia slumps a little as she is held up by the ropes.

Rotten takes advantage by climbing to the second turnbuckle and begins a series of quick punches stopping as the ref hits a count of four. Dropping back down she turns and yells at the ref. Going back she drags Lluvia to the center of the ring and executes a flawless Saito Suplex driving Lluvia into the mat. Moving over SHe lifts Lluvia into a Dragon sleeper which Lluvia counters into a small Package. Lluvia is up and nails Rotten with a quick Clothesline knocking her back down gaining the advantage. Throwing her into the ropes she hits ROoten with a drop kick sending her back to the mat. Moving she sits on Rotten and locks in a camel clutch. Lluvia pulls back adding torque to Rottens' backs. The Ref checks with Rotten as her hand wavers. Pulling in everyone of strength Rotten reaches for the rope it's just a half fingers width away.

The ref checks again as Lluvia pulls back with everything she has. Rotten makes a last effort and … the ref tells Lluvia to break the hold Rottens hand just barely grabbed the rope. Lluvia back on her feet Picks Rotten up into another suplex, wait she rolls bringing her up into a second, its the Empress of Thunder. Lluvia nails all three suplexes and adds a springboard moonsault for good measure. Another cover from the Cherokee Rose but the Toxic Knockout kicks out. Lluvia goes to pick Rotten up and ROtten hits Lluvie with an eye gouge. Rotten goes in for a tie up but Lluvia counters and slings into the Ropes. Rotten comes off the ropes and nails a chainsaw kick sending Lluvia Sprawling. Rotten picks her up and puts her in a Half nelson and Punk Plexes Lluvia! She bridges for the cover and this one’s over with a three count!

Jim Reynolds: The hell?!

Nick Hanson: And the Scream Queen’s going to the semis, Jim!

Jim Reynolds: I can’t believe that shit!

Nick Hanson: Believe it, because Dona Rotten just got her win back from Lluvia Cane and she’s moving on!

Result: Pinfall

The scene comes up backstage on Josh Davidson who is standing by.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Abigail Lindsey and Sela-Rica Lark.

Sela and Abigail walk in front of the camera giggling a bit.

Josh Davidson: Ladies. Tonight Sela is going into the main event for a number one contender spot for the NFW World Heavyweight championship. The match itself is a fatal four way-

Sela puts a finger to Josh's mouth.

Sela-Rica Lark: Details, details. Yes, it's a fatal four way playdate with myself and Damon and Cass and my old playmate Yukiko. And all of them have their strategies and all of them have their thoughts about what they're going to do once they get their hands on Sativa. Except...

Sela smiles as she looks into some far distance as she begins to sway gently.

Sela-Rica Lark: ... only one of them has already felt this coming after them full force. And then of course our gracious general manager has opted to leave the no disqualification rule intact. As if after what happened last week he honestly thinks we're going to listen one way or another.

Sela looks back to Josh.

Sela-Rica Lark: I allowed the storm to be held back last time to play nicely. It's something I had to do to put myself in good graces with dear Luthor. Now though… now there will be no niceness. There will be no holding back. The force of nature is going to run over those three and then it's going straight for the walls of the Kingdom itself… and the title they hold so tightly.

Abigail waves at Josh, gaining his attention. With an expression of cheerfulness on her face, Abi speaks.

Abigail Lindsay:The Kingdom is adorable aren’t they? So enchanting that anyone under the sun believes that trying to make a name for themselves at their expense will give them the splendor that they desire. Isn’t that right TRIOCS?

Abigail diverts her attention to the camera briefly, waving at it. She returns her attention to Josh.

Abigail Lindsay: While Luthor has forgotten about lil ole me, I’ve been watching. Paying attention to all the nooks and crannies when it comes to the Collision roster. The more I continue to learn, the more intrigued I become. Life is full of mysteries. Full of exploration. I prefer to be a woman of action, our illustrious General Manager has given me the same amount of matches on Collision that I had on Trauma, one. I am more than just a pretty face. Like my soulmate here--

Abigail grabs Sela’s hand.

Abigail Lindsay:--I want to play. I want to get my feet wet. But how Abigail; what oh what will you do? I’d have to be silly to lay out my entire gameplan, if I had a gameplan, who reveals their game plan? I could be a dog chasing cars not knowing what to do if I catch one. All you need to know is this. When I strike, Luthor will come to the realization that giving me all this free time isn’t a good thing. When Abigail gets restless, bad things happen. They will happen... on my timetable. For now, I am proud to stand with Sela. She is one match away from burning the Kingdom to ash. Clocks ticking Sativa.

Sela smiles holding Abigail's hand firmly.

Sela-Rica Lark: I promise you this: once I'm done tonight, once I've gotten Sativa under my boot after that, you'll get that free reign to play. And we're not going to be stopped.

Sela smiles once more at Josh. Abigail gives him another wave as the two take off leaving behind Josh who just nods a bit before the scene fades out.
We cut backstage where we see nothing but a chain link fence when suddenly, NFW’s newest acquisition, Sylvia Lopez appears out of nowhere, slamming her hands into the fence and glaring into the camera wide eyed before she lets out a maniacal laugh.

Sylvia Lopez: I’m baaaaaaaack!

She once again let’s out a maniacal laugh before suddenly stopping, her expression now serious as she begins to pull at her hair.

Sylvia Lopez: Nobody is safe anymore!

Another laugh escapes her and then she slams her palms against the fence, glaring into the camera.

Sylvia Lopez: NOBODY!

The Bellevue Banshee begins pulling at her hair again.

Sylvia Lopez: One, two, I am coming for you! I’m coming for you! I’M COMING FOR ALL OF YOU!

Laughing one final time, Lopez then disappears off camera abruptly as we cut elsewhere.

#1 Contender Match To The World Heavyweight Championship

Cass Baumer v. Sela Rica-Lark v. Yukiko Kusanagi v. Damon Cross

The bell rang and the four competitors hung back in their corners. Four pairs of eyes shifted back and forth between each other. Chicago began to clap in a slow, building rhythm to get the wrestlers amped up and ready. Damon, Cass, Sela and Yukiko came out of their corners and began slowly circling the ring. It was a wonder as to who was going to move on who. Who was going to throw the first shot. Things went from zero to about sixty in a split second when Yukiko suddenly ran right to Cass Baumer and drilled her in the torso with a kick, beginning to fire off with forearm shots and backing her into the ropes. She made a quick point to pull her away, circle her around and whip her out through the ropes to the floor and the two long time blood rivals began to brawl on the outside. Left inside the ring, Damon and Sela met up in the center and locked up, collar & elbow. Damon went straight for the technical game and caught Sela in an arm wringer, wrenching her arm. She yelled out in pain but had a delighted little smile on her face. Damon wrenched tighter but Sela rolled forward, loosening the tension out of her arm and reversed it, twisting Damon’s around and ramming their shoulders together. Sela hit around three of these then whipped Damon off the ropes, going for a double axe handle but the Black Ronin ducked and came off the ropes behind her. Rather than run in after him, Sela waited and just bounced off the ropes, twisting back with an enziguri that took Damon to the mat for a cover attempt. When he kicked out, Sela went right into a mount and began throwing fists down at his face, leaving Damon to cover up.

Outside the ring, Yukiko had gotten the weapons involved and was busy taking a chair to Cass Baumer. She’d already nailed her with a couple shots and by the time the cameras focused on them, she had the thing folded around Cass’ head. She bounced the chair off the floor first then shoved Cass into the ringpost for a double whammy. Cass stayed on her feet, albeit wobbly, until Yukiko picked up a second chair and smacked the shit out of the chair around Baumer’s head and The Headliner crumpled to the floor. Yukiko took this time to start fishing more toys out from under the ring. A couple more chairs, kendo sticks and some trash bins into the ring. A few more chairs to the floor. A table. Finally she pulled a ladder out and was picking it up when she turned around only to have Baumer back on her feet with the chair that was around her head now in her hands. One good whack with the chair to the ladder knocked Yukiko off balance. Baumer dropped the chair then and hit a dropkick to the ladder, slamming it right back into Yukiko’s face and the Demolition Angel went down. She was still writhing though, so Baumer climbed up onto the apron and jumped off with a double foot stomp onto the ladder, driving it down on top of Yukiko even more. Baumer picked up a kendo stick to start getting her own licks in as the cameras cut back inside the ring.

Sela was continuing to bring the pain to Damon, hanging him against the middle rope where she ran across the ring, bound off the opposite ropes and ran in for a Thesz Press. Damon managed to move out of the way, though, and Sela landed on the rope with one leg, staggering her a bit and as she turned around, Damon picked up a trash bin cover and smacked her over the head with it, hard enough for the VIP to hear it in the upper boxes. Sela dropped to one knee and Damon rained down another shot, damn near denting the thing in half. He discarded the lid and pulled Sela up for a finish. Dragonfire DDT spikes her head into the mat but only for a nearfall as Sela still kicks out. Damon kicks stuff out of his way and picks up one of the chairs Yukiko slid into the ring, wedging it between the top and middle turnbuckle. He picks Sela up and feeds her a few shots before whipping her full speed into the corner but she catches herself on the ropes. Damon comes running in from behind but Sela throws her foot back and catches him low below the belt. She then kicks her feet up and catches him around the head between her boots. Sela yanks her legs in and SLAMS Damon head first into the chair. Damon staggers back and Sela comes out of the corner with a Spear for the cover but the Black Ronin still kicks out.

Outside the ring, Cass is throwing Yukiko a beating. There’s welts across the Demolition Angel’s back from numerous cane shots and she’s standing on noodle legs but so is Baumer. Cass bounces Yukiko’s head off the apron, catches her and hits a Swinging Leg DDT on the floor! She starts clearing off the announce table, much to the dismay of Nick Hanson and Jim Reynolds - she apologizes of course, but desperate times call for desperate measures. Cass drags Yukiko to her feet and lays her out on the table. She starts climbing up onto the apron then up the turnbuckle as Yukiko herself starts to come to. By the time Cass makes it to the top turnbuckle, Yukiko’s up on one knee atop the table, dragging her other foot up under her and planting it. No idea what the hell Cass aims to do with her opponent getting up but she goes for it anyway! Cass leaps off of the turnbuckle! Soars towards the table! Yukiko explodes up, gets some air! DROPKICK TO CASS BAUMER!!!! HOLY SHIT!!!!! Yukiko crash lands on the table and it implodes underneath her but Cass Baumer just lands with a sickening thud on the padded floor!! There’s an overlapping “This is Awesome” and “Holy Shit” chant resonating through the crowd. Yukiko makes it up to her feet, comically annoying Jim Reynolds by using him to pull herself up. She then shoves him away and grabs his chair for a weapon like there isn’t a dozen other chairs scattered about. When Nick Hanson tries to reason with her she lunges at him and sends him jumping over the barricade. Yukiko starts choking Cass on the floor with the rim of the chair before tossing it aside and picking her up to throw her into the ring. She goes for a cover but Cass throws her shoulder up at the apparent last second. Growing angry and impatient, Yukiko pulls herself up to her feet and goes into a fit of stomps and kicks on the downed Ms. Money In The Bank. She turns and sees Damon Cross mixing it up with Sela Rica-Lark where she swoops in and tries to roll Damon up into a schoolboy but he’s a little better off than Baumer is and kicks out right after two. This doesn’t stop Yukiko from bum rushing him with forearm shots, backing him into a corner and Sela quickly comes in, lending a hand with stomps to the midsection.

The two “crazies” of the match get Damon down in the corner. Sela offers a high five to Yukiko for their teamwork but, after hesitantly going to accept it, she brings up her other hand, thumbing Yukiko in the eye. Sela whips Yukiko into the ropes, going for a spinning roundhouse but Yukiko ducks the leg and stops herself on the rebound. She hops over the ropes, onto the apron and comes back in for a springboard Missile Dropkick. Sela sidesteps and Yukiko eats the landing hard, allowing Sela to drop down into more mounted punches. Cass gets up, using a kendo stick to help find her vertical base and now she’s got a weapon. She locks eyes with Damon and the Black Ronin fishes another kendo stick out of the pile of junk lying around. Baumer and Cross start to swing on each other, smashing Singapore canes together with loud cracking sounds. Damon manages to knock Cass’ right out of her hands and goes for an overhead shot but Cass catches his wrists. They struggle for a second before Cass stomps on Damon’s foot, causing him to stagger. She runs off the ropes and comes in fast but Damon sidesteps. Cass comes off the other side of the ropes and when she does, Damon’s waiting with a wicked cane shot to the ribs. Cass doubles over. Damon rains down a second shot across her back. The Black Ronin promptly tosses the cane aside and pulls Cass to her feet where he sets her up and hits the Black Crucifixion for the first pinfall of the match!

Roger Arden: Cass Baumer has been eliminated!!

Nick Hanson: One down, two to go, Jim! Damon Cross took Cass Baumer out with authority!

Jim Reynolds: This is the craziest set of four I’ve ever seen thrown together, Nicky!

Sela Rica-Lark takes the time to set up a table with Yukiko resting in the corner. Damon Cross also decides to play the smart role and, rather than throw himself into a three way battle, he sits back across the ring to catch his breath and let the two women kill each other. Once Sela has the table set up, she lifts Yukiko up onto the turnbuckle and climbs up, setting up for a Superplex. Yukiko sees the predicament she’s in and starts fighting back, throwing shots to the ribs to get her head free. Once she does, she moves the punches to Sela’s head and sends her staggering off the turnbuckle. Sela stumbles back into the table, almost falling onto it but only on one end, causing the legs on that side to buckle and fold in. Now it’s lying at an angle. Yukiko climbs down from the turnbuckle and runs in for an attack. The two women start trading shots back and forth. Yukiko swings wide for a forearm shot and misses. Sela catches her in a Full Nelson! Salt In The Cut! Sela gets back to her feet, laughing maniacally and taunts, shimmying her hips seductively to a mixed reaction from the crowd. Looking down at Yukiko with deranged malice in her eyes, Sela picks her up and sets up for Just For Fun. Looks like she’s going for it through that slanted table but Yukiko suddenly just bites down between her neck and shoulder, digging her teeth in! Sela screams out, letting Yukiko’s head go and only then does Yukiko let go with her teeth. She advances on Sela quick, however and wrenches an arm behind her wrist. Hammerlock! Lifts her up! BOSEKI DRIVER!!!! THROUGH THE TABLE!!!! Cover and a pinfall!!!

Roger Arden: Sela Rica-Lark has been eliminated!!

Jim Reynolds: That crazy bitch bit Sela like a fucking zombie!

Nick Hanson: I’d say it’s frowned upon but what hasn’t been done this match?!?!

It’s down to two now with Damon Cross and Yukiko watching each other from across the ring. Yukiko watches Damon with a trail of blood down the corner of her mouth. She laughs through the exhaustion and licks the bloody corner of her mouth while Damon just looks at her. He almost seems amused by her level of brutality and mouths “you’re a crazy ass woman.” Both competitors pull themselves up and start towards the center of the ring at each other. Damon opens his arms out, goading Yukiko on. Yukiko goads right back, motioning him to come at her. Damon reaches his hand up, proposing a test of might. Yukiko feigns going for it before stomping on his foot and blasts him in the jaw with a forearm. She runs off the ropes and hits him with a shoulder block, staggering him. She runs off the ropes again but this time Damon nails her with a double axe handle and goes for the cover, only getting a two count. Damon picks Yukiko up, setting up for the Dragonfire DDT again. Yukiko drops to one knee and goes for a Single Leg Takedown but Damon breaks free, elbowing her in between the shoulder blades. He picks her up again and decides to go for Black Crucifixion but Yukiko widens her stance and throws fists into his ribs. She gets free of his grip and blasts him with a European Uppercut. The Demolition Angel hits the ropes and comes in fast but Damon catches her yet, popping her into the air! White Thunder Bomb!!! Cover!! 1...2...Not yet! Yukiko throws all of her weight up in a desperate attempt to kick out and stay alive in the match. Damon sits back, running his fingers through his hair and down his face in frustration. What’s it gonna take to keep this one down? He doesn’t have much time to linger on that as something catches his attention on the stage. The crowd boos as World Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh comes walking out of one of the tunnels. Title around her waist and a jumbo bucket of popcorn in one arm. She pops a piece into her mouth, feigning deep interest in the action going on in the ring. She pumps her fist, boisterously rooting for Damon Cross but the Black Ronin’s not falling for it. He does a quick scan around the arena. Is The Kingdom trying to sneak up on him? He grabs up a steel chair and readies it but there’s no sign of anyone. He turns back to Sativa, pointing a hand at her, mouthing something we can’t hear. Sativa feigns innocent, shrugging up her hand, mid chew with a face that just says “what’d I do?!” Damon Cross shakes his head at her, telling her she’s on borrowed time when all of a sudden WHAM!!! LOW BLOW FROM BEHIND!!!! Yukiko’s back on her feet! Well, she’s on her knees anyway and Damon’s just about there too. His footing’s pretty wobbly as he starts to turn around and lift the chair again but Yukiko’s back up on her feet and poised to strike. STEEL FEATHER!! Home run shot and Damon’s head snaps to the side, sending him to the mat in a motionless heap as Yukiko throws herself over him for the cover!
1...2...3!!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner and number one contender to the NFW World Heavyweight Championship! YUKIKO...KUSAAAAAAANAGIIIIII!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: Fuck me, she did it, Nicky! She did it!!!

Nick Hanson: Oh yeah, big thanks to the champion!!

Jim Reynolds: Oh come on, Yukiko fought her ass off tonight!

Nick Hanson: Maybe so but it’s pretty clear that Damon Cross probably had this one in the bag if not for the interference!

Jim Reynolds: Sativa didn’t interfere! She came down to see who she’s facing next week. Now she knows!

Nick Hanson: Yeah, she knows it alright, and Yukiko knows it too, look at this.

The last shot of the night as commentary signs off is Sativa holding up the title, mouthing “you want this?” Inside the ring, an exhausted Yukiko sits on the mat, just smiling at her. Eerily.