NFW Collision #93 - 03/09/2021!

Nick Hanson: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen! We hope you’re ready for tonight’s episode of Collision!

James Reynolds: Of course they’re ready, Nicky! If they aren’t, you better buckle the fuck up!! We got a wild ass night ahead of us!

Nick Hanson: We do, indeed, Jim! The Genesis Cup continues; we’re gonna find out who our finalists going into Ascension are on April 20th!

James Reynolds: AND….aaaaaaand...we’ve got a World Heavyweight Title match for the main event tonight! How sweet is that shit?!

Nick Hanson: Very exciting, indeed. The winner of last week’s fatal fourway elimination, Yukiko Kusanagi, will go toe to toe with World Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh in a match up we’ve been highly anticipating!

James Reynolds: Can’t wait, Nicky! It’s gonna be lit as fuck! That’s what the kids say nowadays right?

Nick Hanson: I think so. Either way, it’s sure to be a hot contest! The champion will be taking on the ever violent, the ever dangerous, Demolition Angel, Yukiko Kusanagi! Fans have been chomping at the bit to see these two square up since...well...forever!

James Reynolds: Well, I have full faith in the champion, still!


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.


Nick Hanson: And speak of the devil. Here comes the Champion herself.

Jim Reynolds: Do I say it? I think Imma say it...

Nick Hanson: Of course you are going to...

Jim Reynolds: Be-fucking-hold the Kingdom, BAY-BAY!

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: You know, it gets tiresome being right all the god damned time. I said Damon wouldn’t be facing me tonight and he isn’t. I said Cass would flaunt her Wild Card shot around to make sure people remember and think she is actually relevant and matters. And it took less than two weeks for that to happen. I see you, Cass. I have always seen you.

Sativa holds an arm out and turns a circle in the ring.

Sativa Nevaeh: So come on then, Cass. Let’s fuckin go. You already done fucked up your shot. You are just like everyone else who gets one of those. I know you have it. I’ll remember that you have it. Not that I would need to. Cause lord knows the days leading up to and Collision event you’ll be out on Twitter running your cock sucker about how you have a shot and will be there and might cash it in, and blah blah blah. If you ever get the guts to actually try and cash that in on me? Well, it won’t go as well as you’re probably hoping. So, do yourself a favor. Hang on to that shot for a while. Brag if you must. But wait to cash it in until I don’t have the title, if I don’t hold it for another year again. Because you stand a better chance of beating just about anyone else on the roster than me.

Sativa waves her hand, as if dismissing someone.

Sativa Nevaeh: So you keep on tryina be cool and calling yourself hashtag Captain Collision. I’ll keep carrying the entire fucking company on my back to heights it should already be at. I’ll be damned if I let some two-bit hack former reporter destroy what I’ve built and done. Fuck that noise.

Sativa shakes her head in disgust.

Sativa Nevaeh: But I have more important things to worry about that the local trash. I have to defend MY title tonight against the winner from last Collision. Yukiko Kusanagi is finally getting her shot. Finally getting her match with ME. And what does Callaway and Brody decide to do with this BLOCKBUSTER of a match? Give it to you for free. This is a Pay-per-view main event if I’ve ever seen one, and I’ve seen a few. Hell, this is a WRESTLE WAR level main event. And all of you generic ass people get to see it for discount, welfare prices. But here we are.

Sativa throws her hands up in frustration.

Sativa Nevaeh: I can’t promise this match won’t get violent. I can’t promise there won’t be blood. This is a main event title match featuring two of, if not THE two, most violent people in NFW. This match has been inevitable since I signed up with NFW. It’s a long time coming. But I knew we’d get here eventually. Tonight we put the message board and Reddit discussions to an end. Tonight we find out which one of us is the toughest. Which one of us is the baddest bitch in NFW. Of course, you will eventually want a rematch to try and prove that tonight was just a fluke. That you really are the baddest bitch. But, anyone with more than two brain cells, sorry Cass, knows that this match is just going through the motions. Everyone knows I’m the baddest bitch in NFW.

Sativa grins and looks into the camera.

Sativa Nevaeh: Sorry, not sorry.

Sativa chuckles.

Sativa Nevaeh: Oh, and as far as my stalker goes. I think your little sugar plum fairy might not like your obsession with me. Would hate for it to ruin the wedding...

Sativa shrugs and lets the mic fall from her hand. “Voodoo Child” by Rogue Traders fills the arena along with boos and hate from the crowd. Sativa climbs one of the turnbuckles and holds the World Heavyweight Title up with a smile on her face.
We cut backstage to find Sylvia Lopez pacing back and forth, giggling away as she plays with her fingers before suddenly stopping and turning her attention to the camera, her eyes wide and the smile on her face now gone.

Sylvia Lopez: Two hundred and six!

She goes back to pacing a little.

Sylvia Lopez: That’s how many bones you have in your body, Jimmy!

The Bellevue Banshee giggles again.

Sylvia Lopez: So many bones! But so little time to break them all!

Lopez once again turns to the camera.

Sylvia Lopez: However I’m going to do whatever it takes to break as many as I possibly can when we meet in the ring later tonight!

Giggling again, she goes back to pacing.

Sylvia Lopez: See, many people who meet me… they take one look at me and automatically assume that I’m just some psycho freak! That I’m cra--

The Bellevue Banshee’s teeth clench as she begins to pull at her hair a little.

Sylvia Lopez: I’m smarter than you people think! I’M SMARTER THAN YOU PEOPLE THINK!!!

She seethes for a moment while clutching the sides of her head before then managing to calm herself down.

Sylvia Lopez: Time to play, Jimmy!

Clapping her hands with excitement, she then disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.

Sylvia Lopez v. Jimmy Bones

The opening match started off...well...as anybody who knew Sylvia Lopez might have expected. Jimmy Bones turned to do some stretching on the ropes and Sylvia just came charging over and blasted him right into the corner. She spun Jimmy around, throwing right hand bombs at him, mixing in lefts, keeping him slumped in the corner. Finally, she grabbed him by the head and whipped him across the mat. Jimmy rolled up onto his feet, ran in and launched himself into Sylvia with a Shotgun Dropkick. Sylvia crashed into the corner, laughing while Jimmy rolled up onto his feet and told the Bellevue Banshee to bring that shit on. Sylvia dragged her fingers through her hair, grinning wide and came running at Jimmy with a shriek but she missed the clothesline and turned around right into a Pele Kick from Jimmy. Sylvia stumbled back and Jimmy kipped up. He spun around and she came running for another lariat. Jimmy ducked, spun around and started laying in the chops to Sylvia. The crowd “WOOOOO’d” with each one as Sylvia stumbled back but she seemed to be enjoying it. She motioned for Jimmy to give her some more, clearly seeming excited and very into the violent aspect. Jimmy made a weary face as he watched her and seemed to mouth “are you crazy?” Wait a minute. Now, something happened. Sylvia paused and her smile slowly faded from her face. There was a glimmer of hurt on her face before it quickly transitioned to a boiling rage. “What did you call me?” She mouthed to Jimmy, slowly stepping towards him. “WHAT!!! DID YOU!!! CALL!!! ME!!!” Now she was screaming at him! Jimmy looked around at the crowd as longtime fans to Lopez started chanting “You fucked up! You fucked up! You fucked up!” Realizing he was in a predicament, Jimmy realized he had to press the offense. He threw another right hand but Sylvia swatted it down with a double axe handle and BLASTED him with a headbutt! Jimmy’s head snapped back and it was obvious that he was seeing stars.

Sylvia stepped forward, grabbed him by the head and sank her teeth into his forehead. The referee immediately started counting to get her off. Sylvia didn’t break but Jimmy managed to shove her off of him at the count of 4. He barely had time to register what was going on before Lopez rushed in with another guttural shriek and leveled him with a lariat. Sylvia immediately took a ground mount position and started laying in with the forearms and elbows. “DON’T!! YOU!! EVER!! CALL!!! ME!! CRAZY!! YOU!! LITTLE!!! FUCKING!!! SHIT!!!” Blood was visible on Jimmy’s forehead and face now as the referee made the wise decision to pull Sylvia off of him and order her back into the corner. Sylvia obliged, backing into the corner while pointing at Jimmy accusingly as the referee checked on him. After a quick assessment, the ref signaled to the timekeeper and ring announcer and the bell was rung.

Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, the referee has determined that Jimmy Bones cannot continue in this match. Therefore, your winner, by knockout, SYLVIA...LOPEZ!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: WOW!!!!

Nick Hanson: That was wild, folks!! I hope Jimmy Bones is okay!

Jim Reynolds: Sweet baby Jesus, Nick! What the hell was that?!

Nick Hanson: Before you say what I think you’re gonna say, Jim, look at Jimmy Bones….

Jim Reynolds: Uhh….yeah, good point…

Ring doctors checked on Jimmy Bones while One Eyed Doll’s “Committed” played and Sylvia Lopez made her way up the ramp, raking her fingers through her hair and telling viewers she wasn’t crazy. She wasn’t crazy!

Result: Knockout

Kamila is in her locker room getting ready for her match, as she is sitting at her vanity slowly tilting her head. She then hears a knock at the door, as she gets up, still staring at herself for a moment. She then goes over to the door, as she pulls it open, seeing her fiancée standing there, she gives her a soft kiss then a hug, as she invites her in. She smiled as she had changed her eye color to green for the match, then looks at Tia.

Kamila Rose: I wasn’t expecting you to come and see me before I let her loose…

Tia Santos, manager to House Crowley on Trauma but fiance to Kamila Rose steps into frame. She doesn’t hesitate for a second, pulling Kamila in and lays a second deep kiss right on her lips. This gets a bit of a reaction from the crowd watching before Tia slowly breaks and smiles at her future wife. She speaks in Spanish but, thankfully, there’s subtitles on the screen to translate.

Tia Santos: I would not miss this moment for the world, my love.

Kamila smiled as she went to sit back down at her vanity as she was still staring at the thing that had been written on her mirror as she offered her makeup to Tia.

Kamila Rose: Want to do the honors?

Tia took the makeup kit with a tiny smirk on her own painted lips. As usual, Santos was sporting her own calavera face paint and black gown. Opening the makeup kit, she began carefully applying the white base to Kamila’s cheeks, nose and chin.

Tia Santos: You have done your research on Shields, yes?

Kamila nods as she tries not to move for her. She then keeps her eyes on her as she was just enjoying that moment between them.

Kamila Rose: Of course, Matt thinks like Austin, thinks I'm just a lamb for sacrifice, that's why he's the perfect candidate for her to come out and play with.

While Kamila speaks, Tia finishes with the base layer and begins drawing the black lines on with diligence and great care.

Tia Santos: Yes, he is. He calls himself the King of Nightmares. Show him that you are a nightmare who bows to no King.

Kamila Rose: Call himself whatever he desires. The truth is the nightmare is coming and she will not bow. That you are right on. She comes, she brings purpose. But you know that you've been there when she comes.

Kamila laughs a bit as she looks up at Tia, she lifts her one hand slightly blowing her a kiss. She then puts her hand down letting Tia finish her work. Tia pauses in her work and lays a soft kiss on Kamila’s forehead before turning to the camera.

Tia Santos: Have you ever had a nightmare, yourself, Senor Shields? Prepare for the worse one, yet.

Tia turns back to Kamila and adds a few more touches of black to her face. She closes the kit, setting it aside and leans in close to Kamila’s ear, saying in an eerie whisper.

Tia Santos: Come out, come out little Ember. It is time to play.

Kamila closes her eyes as she listens to Tia's words. She then opens her eyes as they glow green as she smiles, then she gets up as the camera focuses on the message on the mirror with green lipstick. "Dies Irae" the camera stays focused on it as the scene fades out.
We go to the back inside one of the private locker rooms that has been rented out by Matt Shields. He sits there in full gear as he just finished taping his fist. His face is still covered by that hideous mask he is forced to wear while his burned flesh slowly recovers. He unzips the mouthpiece to show off that devious devilish smirk. He then motions for the camera to move in closer, raising his kendo stick up to hit the lens and show that’s close enough.

Matt Shields: Good, now stay right there fucker. I’m not gonna spend too long talking tonight. Matt of fact, I only have three things to discuss, three people to talk to. First, Maki. Maki Maki Maki, we ain’t even close to done. See, we started ourselves a little game at Invasion, and the only way this game ends is with one of us bloodied and battered. We’re going to meet again Maki, and when we do, I am going to shove every single inch of my big thick stick--

He taps the tip of his kendo stick on the camera lens and laughs a little.

Matt Shields: Oh yea, it’s going straight up your ass. Tonight though, despite my request to Callaway, he has me facing someone completely different. Real fucking cute there boss man.

Shields does the finger quotation gesture, but only uses his middle finger.

Matt Shields: Demand my second chance to pay Maki back and get… Kamilla Rose. I wonder, Kamilla, did you piss in Callaway’s coffee? Give him a disappointing blowjob? Tell him that his leather jacket makes him look like a jackass desperately trying to be cool? You had to do something to make him put you in that ring against me, knowing I would be furious that you’re not fucking Maki. Would I enjoy shoving my big thick stick down your throat? Abso fucking god damn lutely. BUT, it’s not gonna be the same. Tonight you are nothing to me but a stand-in for Maki. You are nothing but a vessel for me to use to show Maki what’s going to happen the next time we are in the ring. You are nothing but the sacrificial lamb that I am going to use to show off my vast and varied array of neckbreakers. If you’re really lucky and you ask me real fucking nicely, I might take pity on you and just deliver my top ten favorites. If not… I hope you have a guaranteed money clause in your contract because tonight will be your last night.

Shields brings the kendo stick to his shoulder, stands up, and walks past the camera out of the locker room as we go back ringside.

Matt Shields v. Kamila Rose

Before the bell can even finish ringing, Shields is on Kamila with a running European uppercut. Shields fires off two stiff chops to the chest of Kamila, then levels her with a short arm clothesline. Shields covers and gets a 1 count. Shields pulls Kamila up by her hair and drills a few hard forearms into her, then lays her out with a hangman’s neckbreaker. Another cover, and another one count. Shields again brings Kamila up by her hair, but this time he gets slapped in the face. Kamila follows with a hard knee to the midsection, then a snapmare followed by a stiff kick right to the back. Kamila covers and gets a 1 count. Kamila stays on the attack with a thesz press, then hops over the ropes, springboards up and plants Shields with a big springboard somersault neckbreraker. Kamila covers and gets the first 2 count of the match. Kamila signals that it’s over and looks to set for The Rose’s Thorn when Shields gets back to his feet. Before she can start, Shields jams his thumb into her eye. Shields takes a few steps back, then charges in and connects with a high knee. Shields follows the strike with Greetings From Crystal Lake and then makes the cover

ONE…

TWO…

THRE- KICK OUT!

Shields looks at the ref, staring daggers at them as he was certain that would finish Kamila. Shields once more grabs Kamila by the hair and looks down at her as he yells “That was a big mistake bitch.” right before he gets a thumb in his eye. With Shields blinded, Kamila hits a quick Japanese arm drag. Both are back up and this time we go standard arm drag style. Shields is back up and then back on the mic as Kamila surprises him with a judo like over the shoulder arm drag. Shields is definitely a bit thrown off as he’s caught with an inverted atomic drop before getting dropkicked nearly out of his boots. Shields is wobbly and woozy as he gets up, turns and is driven down courtesy of a flying cross body. Kamila covers and gets a very close two count. Kamila brings Shields up, whips him into the corner and then follows with a big Stinger splash right in the corner. Shields is on spaghetti legs as Kamila works to get him into position for the Rose Clipper. As Kamila lifts Shields up, he suddenly lunges forward and digs his nails into the small of her back as he bites at her neck. Kamila pulls away and Shields charges forward with a stiff elbow strike. Shields pulls Kamila up by her hair once more, then plants her with a pumphandle neckbreaker. Shields takes a few seconds to recover and catch his breath, then stomps down on the abdomen of Kamila before yanking her up once more. Shields grabs Kamila by the wrists and brings her into position for Frailty. Shields pushes forward, spins Kamila out and she ducks as he brings her beck in for the ripcord elbow strike. Kamila drops the arm of Shields and then hits a lungblower. She uses the momentum to float right into The Black Rose. Shields is in obvious pain as the submission is applied and he immediately grabs for the ropes. Shields starts to claw his way to the ropes as Kamila cranks back on the submission. Shields starts biting at the clasped hands of Kamila and her grip loosens slightly. Kamila reapplies her grip as Shields lunges forward and manages to grab the bottom rope. Kamila won’t relent though, she keeps the devastating submission locked on and the ref has no choice but to begin his count.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR...

Kamilla breaks at the last possible second and is immediately admonished by the official. Shields takes that moment to roll to the outside as he tries to shake off the cobwebs and regain some of that feeling in his arm. Shields looks back inside the ring and doesn’t see Kamila at all. At least not until he turns around and sees her diving to take him out with a clothesline. Both wrestlers are down on the outside of the ring with fans getting a little anxious about another potential double count out.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE…

FOUR…

FIVE...

Both Shields and Kamila are getting to their feet, that clothesline clearly taking a lot out of her. Shields fires off a European uppercut and eats a chop in return. The two start trading forearm shots back and forth. Kamila holds her own for a bit, but Shields delivers one and then follows with a back elbow right to the ear of Kamila as the ref continues his count.

NINE...

TEN…

ELEVEN…

Kamila looks for another forearm, but Shields blocks it, rakes her eyes and then absolutely levels her with the 40 Legions clothesline. Shields pulls Kamila up by her hair once more, then he rolls her back in, but before he can follow, he’s cracked across the back with a kendo stick. Maki is standing behind him with a smirk as the ref is checking on Kamila. Shields clutches his back and turns around right in time to catch a superkick to the knee, then one to the midsection before he gets a little of that sweet chin music as Maki delivers the Superkick Party to Shields. Shields is out, leaning against the ropes and ring apron completely glossy eyes. Maki shoves him back inside the ring as Kamila is recovering, returning to her feet. Shields stumbles up to his feet and gets locked in The Rose’s Thorn right in the middle of the ring. Shields fades fast, dropping down to a knee as soon as Kamila starts to crank back. Shields tries to fight out, even attempting to claw and bite, but Kamila has the submission locked on perfectly. Shields’ energy drains fast and faster until he collapses down to the mat and the official calls for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

Roger Arden: The winner of the match as a result of referee stoppage… KAMILA ROSE!!

Nick Hanson: Kamila Rose picks up a huge victory. You gotta give an assist to Maki, but Kamila did a great job to wear Shields down with her submissions and strikes.

Jim Reynolds: Plus damn did she look good doing it.

Kamila celebrates her win for a little bit as Shields just lays on the mat. Kamila exits the ring, enjoying her victory as she watches Shields slowly getting back up to a knee as Maki slides into the ring Maki is smirking as she stalks Shields, carrying his kendo stick into the ring with her. She raises it up to hit him once more, but he hits a low blow seemingly out of instinct. While it’s not quite as effective as normal, it’s still enough to force her to drop the kendo stick. Shields follows with the 40 Legions Clothesline to take Maki down. He grabs the kendo stick and slams it across her back repeatedly until it snaps and splinters. Shields drives it down one more time into her back before he makes his exit, still pissed off about the loss he suffered.

Result: Stoppage

Immediately following the match, the camera angle changes, capturing the same scene only this time it’s on a large TV screen inside an office. Panning over, we see General Manager, Luthor Callaway sitting in his chair with his hands folded on top of his head. Looks like it’s taking everything for him to keep his composure and not erupt.

Luthor Callaway: Swear to fuck, these two are starting to wear on my last goddamn nerve.

Just then, his cellphone rings. Luthor rolls his eyes like he knows what’s coming as he picks it up and places it to his ear.

Luthor Callaway: Yeah, Steve, I saw it… Yeah, I know…. I know! ….Yes, I’m gonna handle it. The hell do you think I’m here for? Calm your shit and let me do what you hired me for!

He ends the call and sets the phone on his desk.

Luthor Callaway: Fuck!

Luthor looks across his desk at someone offscreen.

Luthor Callaway: You see the kinda shit I gotta put up with because of these motherfuckers acting like animals?

Cass Baumer: Yeah, I see. Can you really blame Maki too much, though? I mean, sure, she might have turned her back on Collision at Civil War, but Shields is a massive bellend.

The crowd cheers loudly at the sight of one of the captains of Team Collision in the recent Invasion: Civil War event. Cass Baumer’s donning a “Cap’n Collision” t-shirt underneath her crimson red leather jacket as she sits with her legs lazily crossed.

Luthor Callaway: I don’t give a good goddamn if he’s the Devil himself. My issue is him, her, damn near half the people here forgetting who signs their damn paychecks.

Cass nods, showing she understands what her boss is saying. Luthor picks up the remote to the TV in his office and clicks it off.

Luthor Callaway: I got people making empty threats over my text messages and on Twitter then this. You see this shit?

He opens his drawer, reaches in and pulls out the Luthor-look-alike Build-A-Bear and tosses it across the desk for Cass to look at.

Luthor Callaway: The fuck is that supposed to be? A scare tactic?

But Luthor looks anything but “scared.” More annoyed than anything as he folds his hands over his lap. Cass’s eyebrows raise.

Cass Baumer: Somebody REALLY sent that to you? People have WAAAY too much time on their hands...

He takes the stuffed toy and drops it back in the desk drawer, closing it with his foot.

Cass Baumer: You know that if it’s protection you need, I can follow you around the arena for a few weeks on show days. Make sure nobody tries shit.

Luthor shakes his head.

Luthor Callaway: Offer’s appreciated, but no. You focus on you. I wish one of these smoke blowers would try something. I certainly ain’t scared of Fed-Ex packages or spooky ass pictures. People seem to forget, I’ve already whupped the tar out of a wrestler half my age before.

Cass Baumer: Hah. Well, don’t forget you’ve got the power to book me against some of those smoke blowers, too.[

Luthor Callaway: That, I do.

Luthor leans forward over his desk, grinning as if his next words are some kind of a secret.

Luthor Callaway: I’ve also got the power to leave those same smoke blowers stuck on Aftershock if they wanna keep pushing my damn buttons.

Slapping the desktop, Luthor laughs at his own joke before kicking back in his chair again.

Luthor Callaway: You’re alright though, you know that, Baumer? You give respect where it’s due.

Cass Baumer: Thanks, boss. That means a lot coming from you, to tell the truth…

After Cass brushes her dirty blonde hair to the side, the Collision broadcast cuts to somewhere else in the Collision Center while the two continue to talk.
The scene comes up backstage with Rayola Davine seen stretching before her match. Xander approaches behind her and slowly wraps his arms around her giving her a kiss on the top of her head. She playfully wiggles him off with a smile.

Rayola: Not now babe, I gotta focus tonight.

Xander: There's still a little time. You sure you're okay?

Rayola: Honestly, I don't think so. Remember when I called the rest of the roster almost entirely psychopaths? Well Jasmine is exactly who I had in mind when I said that.

Xander: Well, you're not wrong with your assessment of most of the NFW roster, babe. She’s another of The Kingdom. Are you expecting any of them to be kittens and rainbows. And to boot, our boss very much declared war against that whole faction. There’s like fifty of them… Right?

Xan sits across from Ray and starts to help his wife with her pre-match preparations. Ray inclines her head to him in agreement.

Rayola: And she was born into the combat sports business so she has that going for her to top it all off. I've been on a good roll lately, but things are just getting tougher.

Xander: Pedigree has nothing to do with talent, babe. Look at our team… Sure the Ruins have a Golden Glove boxer in the bloodline, but until Rix and Ry there’s not much. I’ve got political ancestry. Fenix is a blue chip football prospect that followed his dream of fighting in the cage. Then there’s you…

Xander smiles when he catches a glimpse of the woman he’s absolutely smitten with. He clears his throat before continuing.

Xander: The one of the crew that has so much raw talent that everything she touches becomes... Davine.

He chuckles as he uses her own catchphrase against her. She rolls her eyes a little and gives him a smile and a kiss before she walks off. He smiles after her as the scene fades out.
“Ride of The Valkyries” plays over the speakers as we see Christina Olson and Lilith Meadows make their way out to the ring, wearing just their street clothes with the NFW World Tag Team Championships slung over their shoulders. The smile as Lil talks to some of the younger fans near the barricade and ramp. They make their way up the steps and into the ring as Lil continues to wave and smile, especially towards the kids in the crowd. Christina asks for a microphone as their music fades out.

Christina Olson: Chi-town, what’s up?!

Christina gets the cheap pop from the crowd as she laughs, looking out at the people.

Christina Olson: Now, in three weeks time, Lil and I, we defend these titles at Trauma’s March Mayhem against the Hunts. We ain’t plannin on losin the titles to a chump and his wife over on the blue brand. Nah, we know we’re the best damn team on either one of these rosters and the titles we have…

Both Christina and Lilith hold up their titles as a confident grin comes across both of their faces.

Christina Olson: These titles mean we’re the best and we’re just going to prove it again and again until there’s nobody left in this division for us to beat. And that brings us to tonight. Tonight, two teams do battle to earn a shot at the Tag Titles in April. Well, I should say, a chance to try and dethrone us, because, well, The Hunts don’t stand a chance. Gallus Mag and our old rivals, The Second City Riot Squad. Which one of these two teams will walk out of Collision with a chance to take on the best.

Christina begins to walk around the ring as Lilith once again starts to interact with the children in the crowd a little bit.

Christina Olson: Either team would be awesome, both definitely deserve this shot, but only one can win it. Gallus Mag is a team we’ve never faced before, so that would be awesome for Lil and me, not gonna lie. Second City Riot Squad though, those two and us, we have some history if y’all didn’t know that. It was the feud of the year around here last year. Those two, yeah, we beat them for the titles at WrestleWar, but we didn’t pin them. Hell, we’ve never pinned them in a tag team match. There aren’t many teams that can say they have more than one win against us in NFW, but the Second City Riot Squad has two. We’d love to face them again, go toe to toe and finally figure out who truly is the best damn team in NFW between us, but they have to win tonight. Their record does speak for themselves though, in tag team action, they’ve never been pinned or made to submit, so they should be looked at as the favorites.

Gallus Mag though, they’re the new kids on the block in the tag division. They’re a bit of the unknown. Lil and me, we love a good challenge, so we don’t have a specific team we’re rooting for because we know whichever team walks out with the win tonight, they earned it and went to war and for us, war breeds greatness. It’s just a shame though that when we collide with the winner in April, we’ll have to send them to Valhalla with the rest of the fallen warriors who do battle with us.

Lilith then grabs Christina by the wrist and brings the microphone to her.

Lilith Meadows: Behold The Kingdom, forevermore.

“Ride of The Valkyries” begins to play once again as the two of them walk out of the ring and make their way back up the ramp towards the curtain as the camera cuts away.

Keiji Sugiwara v. Morgan Payne

Keiji and Morgan are in the ring and the two of them show a little sign of respect before back off and beginning to circle the ring. The two of them lock up, Morgan forcing Keiji into the corner. The ref calls for a break and at four, Morgan breaks, tapping Keiji on the chest with both hands as she backs away and lets him out. Keiji comes out of the corner and Morgan goes for a clothesline, but Keiji is able to duck under it and as Morgan turns around, Keiji hits her with a back elbow. This stuns Morgan for just a second and that’s enough for Keiji to deliver a thrusting side kick that connects to the side of Morgan’s head. Morgan drops to a knee from the strike and Keiji grabs Morgan and sends her into the corner. Keiji points at Morgan before charging in and delivering a Yakuza Kick to her before snapmaring Morgan out of the corner and climbing to the second rope and delivering a dropkick right to the back of Morgan’s head. Keiji then hooks the leg and goes for a cover, but only managing a two count. Keiji continued to focus on the head of Morgan, delivering a Tornado DDT and getting himself another nearfall out of it.

The match turned though as Morgan avoided Saishū fōmu and as Keiji turned around, she feigned a forearm, and as Keiji ducks, Morgan grabs him and delivers F.Y.F. This drops Keiji and she picks him up and delivers a snap suplex before sitting Keiji up and hitting the ropes, delivering a sliding forearm shot. Morgan goes for a cover, but Keiji manages to get a shoulder up at two. Morgan presses her advantage though as she waits in the corner for Keiji to get to his feet. Keiji finally manages and Morgan delivers Tastes Like Timbaland Bott, Bitch on him. Morgan then proceeds to pick Keiji up and she delivers Dahntahn After Dahk on him and hooks the leg to pick up the win.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, The Silver Mountain Champion, Morgan Payne!

Nick Hanson: An impressive showing here tonight by Keiji, but Morgan was just too much in her return to action after that scary display at Invasion.

Jim Reynolds: Well, Morgan certainly looks to be back at one hundred percent now, Nick and I absolutely love it.

Result: Pinfall

As Morgan stands there, arm raised in victory, the lights go out. We hear the music of Ringmaster start to play. The lights stay off for a moment as laughter starts to fill the arena, a familiar cackle, almost childlike in nature, but also with a hint of darkness behind it. The laughter is recognized as that of Ringmistress. A spotlight then shines on Morgan, who’s looking around the ring, looking out towards the crowd and the ramp, ready to fight what she thinks is her challenger for the Silver Mountain Championship. The spotlight goes off once more and after a few seconds, the lights come back on and in the ring, six, creepy, demented looking clowns stand there, behind Morgan who is still staring at the ramp, yelling for Ringmaster to come get some if he wants.

Nick Hanson: Morgan better turn around, or this might get ugly!

Jim Reynolds: Things are already ugly, look at those creepy little creatures in there!

The clowns are dancing around, slowly making their way towards Morgan. One steps out from the bunch as it walks right up behind her, giggling to himself as he tells the rest to stay quiet. He walks up behind her and taps her on the shoulder. Morgan jolts around, seeing the clowns. She stumbles back, falling onto her butt, scurrying away from them as they slowly make their way closer to her, laughing and dancing as they inch closer. Morgan scurries back into the corner, looking up, the fear plain as day in her eyes as the clowns begin to surround her. They all lean down, you hear a scream from Morgan as the lights go back out. A split second later though, the lights are back on and now it’s just Morgan, sitting in the corner, knees tucked up, looking around as the familiar laugh of Ringmistress echoes through the arena.

Jim Reynolds: What in the hell was that all about, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: I have no clue, Jim, I guess just mind games from Ringmaster, leading up to their match. I guess we’ll have to find out later.
We go backstage where Josh Davidson is warily walking up on the locker room area. He comes to the door labeled “Women” and pauses to take a deep breath. Just as he goes to knock, the door swings open and Maki appears in the open space, staring a hole right into Josh Davidson. She looks the meek little man over.

Maki: The fuck you want, Josh?

Josh Davidson: Ah! Uhh...hi, Maki.

Maki: hI mAkI!

She mocks the man before going back to just mean mugging the shit out of him. Josh clears his throat and fixes his tie.

Josh Davidson: Umm...is Yukiko available?

Maki: Does it look like she’s fucking available, you sod?

She flashes her left hand with her wedding band on it before cracking a grin. Yeah, she knew what he really meant. Maki backhands Josh in the chest and opens the door to let him. Josh rubs his chest with a look of discomfort and follows her in. Maki leads the way into the locker room where we start hearing quick, sharp exhales. As the two and the cameraman turn the corner, we’re greeted by a back/side shot of Yukiko Kusanagi in Underarmour training gear - sports bra and bicycle shorts - throwing jabs, crosses and kicks at the air.

Maki: Oi, honeylove!

Maki thumbs to Josh as Yukiko stops and turns. The challenger in tonight’s main event slumps her shoulders a bit as Josh approaches. She’s handed a towel and a bottle of water from Maki before she gets a kiss on the side of the head. Yukiko dabs her face of sweat and sips from the water bottle.

Josh Davidson: Good evening, Yukiko Kusanagi. Tonight, you step into the ring with none other than Sativa Nevaeh of The Kingdom, for a shot at the World Heavyweight Championship. Tell us, how have you prepared for what’s arguably the biggest match of your career?

Yukiko makes a face and just spreads her arms, motioning to her workout gear and the hints of sweat on her body.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Watashi wa dono yō ni junbi shite iru to omoimasu ka? Watashi wa Cass Baumer ni iki ya enerugī o muda ni shite imasen yo ne? Sōdesu, kore wa watashi no kyaria no naka de saidai no shiaideari, watashi wa sore o saidaigen ni katsuyō suru tsumoridesu.

Josh looks a bit confused and does a quick glance between Yukiko and the camera.

Josh Davidson: Uhh...sorry, I caught something about Cass Baumer in there?

Yukiko sips from her water again and finishes with her towel before throwing it to the floor in a fit of annoyance.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Orokana rokudenashi!

She pauses, closing her eyes with a hand on her temple as she seems to be searching in her head for something. Finally, she opens her eyes. What comes out next is considerably better English than she’s been heard using in the past. What’s more is her accent sounds closer to that of her wife’s than just broken Japanese.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Forget...Cass Baumer! Yeah? It’s what you’re gonna do.

She jabs a finger in Josh’s chest then turns to the camera.

Yukiko Kusanagi: It’s what...Sativa needs to do. Baumer wa tōri o kōshin suru parēdo no yō ni bimyōdesu. Sativa wa saisho ni watashi o taosu koto o shinpai shinakereba narazu, kanojo wa sore ga kantan ni naru to omotte imasu. Sativa wa kore made watashi no yōna taisen aite to kakutō shita koto wa arimasen. Kanojo wa katsu tame ni uete iru dareka to tatakau koto ga don'na mono ka o wasurete imasu. Watashi wa kore made kono kikai o atae rareta koto ga nai hitodesu. Kanojo wa chīsana ōi ni suwari, jibun o kaisha no toppu no kyōsō aite to yonde imasu. Kanojo wa jibun o chi no hakushaku fujin to yonde imasu.

She pauses again to gather her thoughts, motioning with her hand at the camera.

Yukiko Kusanagi: Love. You know how it feels...to want to win. You have...no idea...how it feels...to fucking need to win! Take it for granted like you have been. You gonna get knocked on your arse.

Yukiko lowers her hand, pausing to sip from her water. Before Josh can speak into the mic to ask another question, she stares hard at him.

Yukiko Kusanagi: We done?

Josh nods, bringing up a hand as if asking for time just for one more question.

Josh Davidson: Ah, almost, yes. I know you mentioned Cass Baumer a moment ago. Do you feel she’ll be a factor in tonight’s match after what she said on social media, last night? About her Wildcard shot that grants her an anytime, anywhere shot at the very title you’re challenging for tonight?

Yukiko Kusanagi: Fuck Cass Baumer!

She pulls another quick swig from the bottle, caps it and tosses it over into her little locker cubby before pointing up at the interviewer.

Yukiko Kusanagi: And fuck you. Now, fuck off.

Maki can be heard laughing just before she comes back into frame and throws an arm around Yukiko’s shoulders.

Maki: Well said, babe. Now, let’s get you ready.

She looks to Josh then, expectantly and waves her hand dismissively.

Maki: You heard her, mate! Fuck off, then!

Josh turns to the camera and gives an uneasy shrug.

Josh Davidson: Nick, Jim. Back to you guys, I guess.

He starts walking out of the locker room with the camera man as the shot cuts back to ringside.

Melody v. Dona Rotten

The bell rings, and the two women quickly engage in a tie-up. Melody gets the early advantage, transitioning into a side headlock, Dona shoots a forearm into her ribs, before shoving Melody away toward the ropes. Melody's momentum carries her back toward Dona, who goes for a lariat. However Mel lands one of her own, and both women crash to the mat.

The ref begins to count, but doesn't get far as the combatants scramble to a stand, Melody quickly fires off a kick, prompting Dona to respond in kind. Both women trade kicks back and forth, each increasing in force as they power forward. Melody finally cracks, as a stiff shot to the gut doubles her over, Dona goes for a DDT at this point, but Melody frees her head, and hoists Dona up for a suplex. Dona, reverses momentum, and lands on her feet behind Melody, who turns around only to be met with a Punk-Plex, giving Dona the pin and the win.

Result: Pinfall

Collision switches to an unknown part of the arena; a dark stairwell that looks like it is not often used. The Second City Riot Squad sit perched on the top step both donning their respective masks. It’s been a hard road since SCRS lost their tag team titles in a ladder match. Rather than be disheveled, however, they seem determined.

Leah Aguero: Did you miss us? Of course you did. The NFW has not been the same without the Second City Riot Squad. I know what some of you must be thinking. That SCRS, they aren’t what they used to be. They were some badass bitches and then all of a sudden something changed. Something didn’t click. Well to that I call bullshit. SCRS is not afraid to acknowledge the elephant in the room. We held those belts with pride stronger than any other team NFW had to offer. Why? Because we elevated those belts. 184 days we held those straps. The last team to have held them longer are the current champions. Along the way we had to endure lackluster team after lackluster team. Kawaii Trash Pandas GO?

Layla Diaz: Soft. Nuttin but a damn gimmick if yous ask me. Jus anotha ploy ta shell sum merch.

Leah Aguero: The Skillz Vendorz?

Layla Diaz: Dat stupid bish broke her han on da damn ring post. Like fa realz? We jumped on dat injury so quick I heard she jus now able ta flick dat wrist da way her girl like it.

Leah Aguero: Team after team the NFW sent after us and yet they all fell at the feet of the Second City Riot Squad. That is, until the now named Last of the Valkyries got their shot. Time after time before we wore those straps the SCRS absolutely destroyed the former Bloody Fairytale. So what changed this time? Did SCRS not have their heart in it? Were they outmatched? In prior weeks leading up to our three way tag team ladder match both Diaz and myself fell to the now champs in singles competition. The ladder match, our environment, we were to shine and yet they were the ones that walked away champs. In subsequent weeks we came back. We won a trios match. We made it a few rounds deep in the trios tournament. You’d see us and then we were gone. People began to question what was going on with us. Well, it’s time we came clean. It’s time to alert all of NFW the state in which SCRS is.

Leah Aguero lowers her head starting to look disheartened. Diaz places a hand on her shoulder to console her. When Leah’s head comes back up staring into the camera with a smirk on her face.

Leah Aguero: We’re just fucking getting started. SCRS made a splash last year when we came on the scene as part of a bigger unit. Like most units, they crumble and only the strongest survive. SCRS survived. SCRS ran through everyone in tag team competition and I’ve got news for you. Tell em Diaz.

Layla Diaz: We loss dem straps in a fuckin laddah match, yo. Dem Valkyrie bishes already went off spoutin dey mouths long ago bout how we jus be comin back wit ‘but we wuznt pinned’. Well, guess wut? We did lose dem straps an I ain’t fraid ta admit it. But yous right. Da Second City Riot Squad as a tag team, ta dis day, ain’t been pinned a submitted in dat ring. We da mos dominatin team da NFW has ta offa an dats why tanite when we goes up gainst deez Gallus bishes, we gonna Riot.

Leah Aguero: You see, I’m no stranger to Gallus Mag. We go back a few years. Sosh and I tore each other apart. Becca and I hit each other probably harder than any two women have hit each other in history. I was earning their respect. They were set to invite me into their little Shieldmaiden clan. But WE had other plans. Jansen and I brought about the Coven which led to the massive war that was Shieldmaidens versus Coven.

Layla Diaz: Oh Gawd, pleez don’t bring up dat Jansen bish. She overrated, L. Jus let her go an drop dat dead weight.

Leah shoots a stern look over at Diaz before looking back at the camera.

Leah Aguero: The last time I went toe to toe with either of Gallus Mag it was to defend the MHW Hardcore Title and Sosh, I had to give you credit that night. You left it all on the line. Still, I walked away with that Hardcore Title. Tonight, we renew this little dance we’ve done for the last few years. Let me tell you this. NFW has been our territory to run roughshod over. Diaz, me and even good old “Mighty J” Jed Coffey want nothing more than to bring chaos and destruction to NFW. I know you two are some hard hitting, badass women. Just stay out of our way. 184 days we held those straps. Before that, we had already run through the roster time and time again. In 2021, Second City Riot Squad is not holding back. What was it you always used to say? Hells empty and now we riot or some shit like that? Well, tonight, WE bring the riot straight out the south side.

Layla Diaz: Yeah, fuck yous bishes. L might got sum history wit yous twos and got some respec an shit but yous two don’t know me. Ta me, yous jus some gum flappin bishes tryin ta live off da pas jus like dat dumb bish, Jansen. I don’t curr bout yous all history. Tanite, I’ma be comin fa boat yous two an its finna be straight knees an cuttahs all day long. I been sittin on da sideline beggin fa coach ta put me in. Guess what, gurls? Tag. I in an yous ain’t gonna like wat yous sees. We comin fo dem belts, Valkyries. I’ma talkin ta yous you hungry bish. Yous always askin fa a sammich. I’ma give yous a sammich; a knuckle sammich.

The Second City Riot Squad rise up from their seated position and push their way past the cameraman as the scene cuts to another area of the arena.
The camera opens in the dressing room to find the members of Gallus Mag, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and her wife, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, in their more or less matching garb of black tactical pants, black boots, black band t-shirts, Metallica for Bruiser and Suicidal Tendencies for Psycho, and their Shieldmaidens MC kuttes.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Ya’ll ready for this, Sorsh? Gallus Mag teamin’ together for the first time here in NFW… and if we fuckin’ win? We get a shot at the Tag Team Champs!

Psycho nods.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an tha bae a wonderful ting when ye stop tae look at th’ history o’ th’ Maidens an’ bote taems. Leah knows us quite well, doesn’t she now?

Bruiser’s right fist clenches a little.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye… we do.

Bruiser now turns her attention to the camera.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: We ain’t forgotten about what ya’ll did in Mile High, Leah… I sure as Hell ain’t forgotten about it! I ain’t forgotten about how I cost the Maidens a victory over ya’ll to protect my fuckin’ wife here!

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, we do owe her a bit o’ a tank ye fer tha… though, I’ve wondered why did ye only get ye a surname after comin’ haer, Miss Aguero?

Psycho pauses and then waves her hand dismissively.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Mebbe ye finally got over th’ shame o’ nay baein’ able tae take us out, yeah?

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye, ya probably right there, lass. See, no matter how many fuckin’ times we say it… no matter how many fuckin’ times we prove it! People don’t seem to understand that ain’t nobody ever takin’ out the Maidens. Aye, we may not win every match we have… but we ain’t quitters!

Bruiser slowly cracks her neck and knuckles.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Nevertheless, where ya partner may not be as familiar with us, Leah… ya’ll know how tough we are… and ya’ll know that we know ya’ll are tough as well. Hell, the fact that we had plans to ask ya to join us proves it. So ya’ll know that tonight, we’re gonna give ya a fuckin’ fight!

Psycho nods her agreement.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, an’ if we bae gettin’ by ye, tha takes us tae th’ fuckin’ Promised Land. Tha place tha a different taem o’ Maidens was supposed tae go long ago but due tae circumstances beyond anyone’s control, tha fight di’nay ever ‘appen!

Bruiser nods.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: This is a big one for all o’ us, lasses! And I’ve still got a fuckin’ chip on my shoulder coz I feel like I’ve still got a lot to fuckin’ prove to all ya’ll… but most importantly to my fuckin’ self!

Psycho smirks knowingly.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Well, there’s nay any time like th’ present fer tha, is there, Bex?

Bruiser nods.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Aye! Time for talkin’ is over. Hell is empty…

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: An’ SCRS… th’ Maidens bae haer!

Bruiser lifts her face covering up over her nose and mouth and then makes the M shape with her fingers before the couple then disappear from camera view as we cut elsewhere.

Winning Team Faces The Tag Team Champions On April 20th

Gallus Mag v. Second City Riot Squad

The two teams come out fighting with all four right from the start. The two larger members, Leah and Bruiser pair off on one side of the ring while Layla and Psycho pair off on the other. Punches are exchanged until Psycho starts kicking, dropping Layla to the mat. With Leah and bruiser still hammering away on each other, Psycho turns to move in only for Layla to springboard into a dropkick to the back that sends the mohawked Shieldmaiden into her wife from the side. Leah is able to capitalize and clothesline Bruiser to the mat. Psycho tries to get up but is sent to the floor with another flying dropkick from Layla. Leah covers Bruiser.

One!

Two!

Bruiser kicks out!

Second City Riot Squad takes over, making quick tags to work over Bruiser’s legs, particularly on the one that has been repeatedly surgically repaired. The two continue working Bruiser over with Leah and Layla seemingly taking turns to try and play with their prey. They hit her with a double snap suplex followed by a double dropkick before Layla covers.

One!

Two!

Bruiser kicks out!

As Layla starts to go for the tag again, Bruiser leg whips her and pulls her into a rollup.

One!

Two!

Layla kicks out!

Bruiser rolls over and makes the tag to Psycho. Layla goes to tag Leah and Psycho kicks her in the back to shove her through the ropes to the floor. Leah comes in and eats a high kick for her trouble. Psycho kicks Leah until she falls to her knees and then repeatedly kicks Leah in the chest. Layla tries to climb back up only for Bruiser to come across and knock her down. Bruiser gets in on the act on Leah. Leah goes down and Psycho covers.

One!

Two!

Leah kicks out!

Layla tags herself in and sunset flips Psycho.

One!

Two!

Psycho kicks out.

Psycho snaps off a series of nasty kicks while Bruiser knocks Leah down again. Psycho tags Bruiser back in and they hit Taranis on Layla. Psycho cuts off Leah as Bruiser covers Layla.

One!

Two!

Three!

~Ding Ding Ding~

Roger Arden: Here are your winners and new number one contenders to the NFW Tag Team Championships! Saoirse Maguire...Becca Maguire….GALLUS...MAG!!!!!!!

Nick Hanson: They’ll be facing the tag team champions at Ascension on April 20th! Whomever they may be after March Mayhem on March 30th!

James Reynolds: Who the hell do you think it’s gonna be?! The Valkyries are gonna walk into March Mayhem, handle that business and prove why they’re the top team of this company!

Nick Hanson: Well, if anyone can get it done, I think we’re looking at them, because Hell is empty and--

James Reynolds: Aahhhhhhh shaddap!

Result: Pinfall

Damon Cross v. Tren Descarrilado

The two men stare one another down at the start. Despite the respect which has grown between them, Tren glowers at Damon from across the ring, every muscle in his body seemingly standing at attention, readying him to pounce. Damon, on the other hand, stares calmly back at the Runaway Train, sizing him up. When the bell rings, Tren is the first to move and Damon responds in kind. They lock up briefly, but Tren quickly shoves Damon back and down, yelling at him that that is not how this will go. Shaking it off, Damon gets to his feet as Tren uncharacteristically steps back, staring at Damon as if to ask if he gets it. Wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, Damon steps up again, teasing a lock-up but going behind the monster. Tren retorts with a back elbow that Damon ducks under, grabbing Tren after he turns and delivering a Greco-Roman throw. Not used to being thrown around so, or otherwise underestimating Damon’s improved power. Tren gets up quickly with a snarl twisting his expression. He and Damon lock up again and Tren seeks to force Cross into the buckles only for Cross to push back, the two men stalemating for a few moments before Tren shoves loose and boots Cross in the midsection. A running knee follows, straightening Damon up for a discus clothesline that sends him to the canvas hard. Tren pulls him up by the hair but Damon throws his grip off and catches him in the chin with two straight uppercuts. Pushing Tren the rest of the way into the ropes, Damon shoots him off but a shoulderblock knocks him to the mat again. Tren hits the ropes, Damon kips up and boots him in the stomach, looking for the Dragonfire DDT! Tren breaks loose and shoves Damon into the ropes, Cross coming back with a Yakuza kick that stuns but does not drop Descarrilado! The Train Wreck blasts Damon with rights and lefts, presses him into the ropes and sends him off yet again! Damon ducks a clothesline, then an elbow, before finally putting Tren on his back with a running STO, pinning for a quick two!

Descarrilado comes up in a fury, though, and breaks through Damon’s attack to bull-rush him into the buckles. Shoulders are rammed into the midsection of Cross despite his throwing clubbing shots to the exposed back of Tren. Eventually the air is knocked out of him and Tren grabs him by the throat, hurling him overhead with a choke toss, nearly hurling Damon across the ring! Landing hard, Damon comes up wobbly and primed for a running big boot. Knocked hard into the buckles, enough that he drops to a sitting position, Damon takes a running face wash as well before Tren pulls him up and out, smashing the Redeemer to the canvas with the One Way Ticket.

ONE…

TWO…

Kicking out with surprising authority, Damon’s efforts surprises Tren, albeit briefly. Grabbing Damon by the head, Tren starts off with punches, then straight up bounces Damon’s head off the mat a few times, before getting up and backing away a few steps. A running punt might have sent the noggin of Cross right into the screen above the stage had he not rolled away, but before he could attack Descarrilado runs a knee into his guts again, slamming him a second time into the corner. After a few gut shots, Tren uses a Northern Lights release suplex to send Cross out of the corner. The impact bounces Damon off the canvas, which oddly helps him come up to his feet, though not steadily. He is still able to sidestep another boot from the Train Wreck, hitting the ropes himself and blasting his adversary with another Yakuza kick. For the second time, the hard shot only stuns Tren, not taking him down. Damon hits the ropes again, running right into a goozle from Descarrilado! A chokeslam is attempted! Damon slips behind Tren, hitting a backcracker! Tren arches up, snarls, and hits the ropes as though the blow but tickled! Damon turns, just in time to duck a clothesline, then whips around and catches the Train Wreck with a side slam backbreaker! The move takes some strength, making Damon slow to attempt a cover, leading to just a near-fall.

Trying to shake it off, Damon presses the attack on Tren, grabbing one of his powerful arms and using it to yank him to his feet, giving it a hard twist. Tren fires back with rights but Damon sends him hard into the buckles shoulder-first. Trying to take away the big man’s power, Damon rams the shoulder again before locking on a crucifix armbar, trying to wean some of the strength out of his adversary. Tren almost reaches the ropes for a break, forcing him to shift into a seated Fujiwara armbar to try and keep Descarrilado from reaching. It only works temporarily, and the official has to get between Damon and Tren to keep Cross from pressing the attack too soon. Tren is not having that, pushing past the referee and knocking Damon to the mat with a rough clothesline using the attacked arm, still sending Cross for a loop. Tren pulls Cross up by the hair and goes into the Derailed V2, hitting a gutbuster and a wicked DDT before delivering a senton. Cross, however, still kicks out at two. A military press brings Damon up high, but he fights his way down, landing on his feet before Tren. Chops only piss the big man off, but his swipe is expected. Damon hits a lungblower on the big man, then a Dragonfire DDT before he can fall!

ONE…

TWO…

TH-

But it isn’t enough to put Tren down for three. And Descarrilado is back up even faster than anticipated! He rushes Damon, who is ready this time and gets behind the big man, clamping on Father’s Sin! Tren does his utmost to sling Damon off as Cross holds on for dear life, not unlike a man riding a pissed-off bull! Slammed back into the corner a few times, Damon’s grip loosens before he reapplies it, that moment giving Tren enough room to turn and backdrop Cross with one arm, forcing him to let go of the hold! In pain from the landing, most of Tren’s weight coming down on him forcefully, Damon’s only answer to the End of the Line is to drap a foot over the bottom rope, frustrating Tren when he’s told of the motion. He puts the boots to Damon fiercely, the referee trying to back him off rather than bringing up a disqualification. Damon, having to use the ropes to pull himself up, finds himself snatched and whipped toward the far side, but reverses! Tren returns, storming right into a White Thunder bomb… but kicks out just before three! Damon is wide-eyed, staring at the referee before shaking his head and rising. Tren gets up as well, breaking out of Damon’s grip and driving his head into the man’s face! Both men are battered at this point, but Tren is wearing it better than his smaller opponent. A big right hand rocks Damon’s world and Tren sets up for the Bullet Train to Hell… but at the last moment Damon escapes his grip! He scoops up Descarrilado! Weight of the World! Damon drops down for the cover, hooking the far leg… and gets the three count!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner! The Black Ronin...DAMON...CROSS!!!

Nick Hanson: And it’s a three count victory for Damon Cross over the Kingdom’s enforcer, Tren Descarrilado!

James Reynolds: Are you shitting me?! He’s the Man Who Feels No Pain! How did Cross beat him!

Nick Hanson: Feeling no pain doesn’t ignore the rest of bodily physics, Jim.

James Reynolds: Fuck you, Nicky.

Result: Pinfall

Nick Hanson: Well that was one hell of a match, ladies and gentlemen but we need to get our cameras in the back!

James Reynolds: What’s up, Nick?

Nick Hanson: I’m getting word we’ve got a situation backstage, Jim. Let’s get cameras back there!

The camera angle switches to the backstage area with the cameraman hurrying down the hallway towards a group of referees and security. As the cameraman reaches the location, he’s able to see through the officials gathered around someone lying on the floor. They’re face down but the hair and signature jacket are enough to identify the woman laying in a sprawled heap with blood on her forehead.

Nick Hanson: My god, Jim! That’s Cass Baumer!!

James Reynolds: What the hell happened?!

Nick Hanson: I hope it’s nothing serious!

James Reynolds: Nicky, I hate to be the bearer of bad news but this looks like she was attacked.

As the referees and security continue trying to keep members of the roster from crowding, a booming voice can be heard coming into the earshot of the camera.

Luthor Callaway: The hell’s going on? Let me through!

James Greer: Looks like a scuffle, Lou. Baumer’s down.

Luthor and Greer get everyone else back and the General Manager comes to stand over the fallen Headliner. There, we finally see, spray painted in black across the back of her red jacket, the word - PUNISHMENT. There’s a low murmur of voices wondering what it even means as Luthor rests his hands on his hips. He looks up at the gathering of roster members with a rage filling his eyes.

James Greer: Lou, we gotta get her up and outta the hall.

Luthor Callaway: Yeah, yeah. Get EMTS over here. You all, scatter! Go!

He waves off the rest of the roster members in a huff. They slowly begin to make their way back to the catering and locker room area as a security guard radios EMTs over.

Nick Hanson: Folks, we’ll keep you updated as soon as we are. I’m sure Luthor Callaway’s gonna get to the bottom of this.

James Reynolds: Sounds like Cass is starting to come around.

James Greer: Cass, don’t move. Easy.

The shot starts fading away as Cass begins to stir and sit up slowly, hand on the back of her head.

Rayola Davine v. Jasmine Matthews

There is unmistakable tension in the body language of Rayloa Devine as the bell rings, not helped one iota by the expression of aggravation that Jasmine is wearing. Almost before the bell’s toll finishes echoing, Matthews lunges at the rookie of Team TRIOCS and shoves her into the turnbuckles. Attempting to lean through the ropes for a break only agitates Jasmine further, and Rayola is left to cover up while Matthews administers a beating with clubbing blows and kicks. It is enough to draw in the official, who gets yelled back by Jasmine before she returns her attention to her opponent. In that brief moment, Rayloa tries to turn the tables, forcibly switching places with Jasmine and turning up the heat herself, lighting up the Kingdom’s leader with chops and forearm shots. Jasmine weathers this storm better than Rayola did, and is able to break through and literally grab Devine by the ear, using that grip to steady the rookie for a nasty headbutt that drops her down on her ass. Jasmine hits a running knee to the face but, at least according to her expression after the fact, Rayola has the temerity to kick out before the hand comes down for two. Rayola is pulled up by the hair, Jasmine showing complete disdain for the young woman by cracking her with a kneelift, then grabbing her by the hair and yanking her backwards to the mat. Again the referee steps in and again Jasmine tells him in no uncertain terms where he can go. She takes her time pulling Devine up and the rookie snatches her for an inside cradle and a quick two-count! For the brief moment that Jasmine is out of sorts, Rayola comes up with another chop and a split-legged facebuster, bringing Matthews back down! A quick near-fall follows, and a DDT leads to another, but the move is more desperate than effective and Jasmine easily breaks out of the pin attempt.

A roundhouse kick sails high and Rayola spins into a second, hoping to catch Matthews off-guard. Instead, Jasmine gets under her leg, hoists her up and powerbombs her to the mat with authority. Whipping her hair out of her face, a snarling Matthews mounts Rayola and begins leveling straight rights to the head. The count reaches four-and-a-half before Jasmine relents, and only long enough for the referee to back up before she’s at it again. Rayola finds a way out from under Matthews, but Jasmine clotheslines her over the top rope and follows her out of the ring. Whipping her into the barricade, then the apron, then the barricade, then the apron AGAIN, Jasmine seems determined to put the hurt to the young woman… though she stops short of ruining her chances to advance in the tournament. The final whip sends Rayola into the steps, but the light-footed Devine leaps onto the steps and flips backwards, intending to land behind Jasmine. But the Fanged Rose instead hops back, latching on a rear naked choke when Rayola lands, and using that grip to sling her into the apron a third time! Rolling Rayola back in, Jasmine goes for the pin but Devine determinedly kicks out.

Beginning to grow impatient perhaps, Jasmine levels Devine with a float-over DDT after weathering another flurry from Devine, who almost sneaks a win with a Sunspot on Jasmine. Once the rookie is spiked properly, Jasmine starts throwing knees to the prone woman’s ribs, finishing the onslaught with another one to the head, a little extra spice on that one. But, once again, Rayola kicks out… albeit much more weakly than before. Jasmine decides that perhaps she has had her fun, and drags Devine up to her feet. Feeling more than seeing Jasmine’s Ice Cold coming, Rayola rolls forward and under the extended leg of the Fanged Rose, nailing a dropkick between the woman’s shoulder blades. Jasmine ducks under a lariat, but Rayola is still moving, delivering a springboard dropkick to knock Matthews for a loop… and a second one off the buckles to send Jasmine crashing down! Rayola pounces for the pin, but only gets a near-fall. Going to the top rope, she sets up the Divine Ray only for Jasmine to rise and hit the ropes, knocking Rayola off balance! She tumbles to the mat hard and the vicious Matthews immediately clamps on the Constrictor, putting Devine out for the win.

Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by submission! JASMINE...MATTHEWS!!!

James Reynolds: Yeeaaaaahhhh!!! That’s how you do it!!! Onto the finals, baybay!!!!

Nick Hanson: Yeah, that’s nice, now let her go! Someone get Jasmine Matthews to let Rayola Davine go!

James Reynolds: Serpent doesn’t stop until the prey stops breathing, Nicky!! Hahahaha!!!!

It takes a minute but the referee finally gets Jasmine Matthews to release the Constrictor and the Queen of the Kingdom opens her arms, taunting the booing audience. Meanwhile, behind her, Rayola Davine starts to come around and sits up, holding her throat.

Nick Hanson: Well, Jasmine Matthews will face Dona Rotten on April 20th to crown the first Genesis Champion but take nothing away from that young lady, right there. She fought her heart out in both of her rounds!

James Reynolds: Yeah, yeah but it wasn’t enough was it? Better luck next time, kiddo!

Nick Hanson: Hey, wait a minute now. What’s Jasmine Matt--OH, C’MON!!! DAMN IT!!!

As Rayola Davine slowly got up to her feet, Jasmine Matthews ran in and delivered a devastating ICE COLD kick, knocking her flat on her back in the middle of the ring. The referee chided Jasmine, telling her to get out of the ring already. Jasmine posed to the crowd again before finally obliging and slid out from under the bottom rope, strutting confidently up the walkway and through one of the tunnels, towards the back.
Following the commercial break, the cameras catch Jasmine Matthews walking through the doors into the catering area where Josh Davidson is waiting for an interview. As she walks over for a bottle of water, he’s right there with his microphone.

Josh Davidson: Jasmine! Jasmine! Please, just one second!

Jasmine rolls her eyes and makes a face at the man but waits for him to get to the point.

Josh Davidson: Congratulations on your victory and advancing to the Genesis Cup Finals but, a lot of us are wondering...what was that at the end? Why did you attack Rayola Davine after the bell? I mean...was there a point?

The Fanged Rose almost chokes on her water as she brings the bottle down and looks at Josh as if to say “really?” She wipes a drip of water off her chin and puts the cap on.

Jasmine Matthews: The point? The point, Josh Davidson, is quite simple.

She looks directly into the camera and brings up a finger to jab at the screen as she speaks real slowly like she’s talking to a child.

Jasmine Matthews: TRIOCS! Stay. In. Your. Fucking. Lane. And while you’re sitting there nice and comfy? Behold The Kingdom!

She steps back towards the locker room hallway, arms spread as she’s said enough and disappears down the corridor. Josh Davidson gives an uneasy look at the screen and just shrugs as we cut away.
We cut to a dark screen, with only a faint blueish light filtering down from somewhere above the top of the screen. A light starts to pulse, lighting up an empty void of space. The pulsing light continues and even increases in speed. Eventually, it flashes brightly, turning the screen white before rapidly fading to a normal level. Suspended in the middle of the screen is a figure in a hooded coat. The hood is pulled up obscuring all of their face minus their mouth. A wicked grin has the corners of the mouth turned up. The voice of Milisandre Crowthorne comes from seemingly everywhere.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Taunts have been thrown. Opening salvos have been fired. Threats, veiled and not, have been made. The time grows ripe. The stars are falling into alignment. The time of a challenge has come.

The hood slowly floats back from the figure to reveal it to be Milisandre. Her eyes are pure white as if rolled back. Her hair floats in a halo around her head, giving her a twisted resemblance to an old religious painting.

Milisandre Crowthorne: A dark day, for many reasons, in human history is drawing near. A day that can, and must, handle another darkness. A day fitting for two forces beyond comprehension to finally meet. Maiko, Asmodeus, The Lost Child. The herald of the Great Dreamer issues you a challenge. April twentieth, you and I, face to face. Put everything on the line. The battle of the millennium. Elder God against Fallen Angel. We shall see who’s master is stronger. Do you accept?

Milisandre closed her eyes for the first time. When they opened again her green orbs were back and staring intently. A flash of light illuminates a figure behind her. The silhouette of a massive head, tentacles hanging down. That grin turns to a smirk as the scene fades.

Yukiko Kusanagi v. Sativa Nevaeh ©

The bell rang throughout the Collision Center and the crowd was ready to watch the main event kick off. From the moment the competitors left their corners, a back and forth chant of “YU-KI-KO” and “SA-TI-VA” started. Neither of the two rushed head on into it. They knew better, granted who their opponent was. Sativa slowly offered out a hand to issue a test of strength but as Yukiko tentatively reached out to accept, the champion seemed to reconsider and drew her hand back. The two circled around the mat again. Yukiko feigned for a leg takedown but Sativa stepped back. They circled up some more. Sativa seemed to think about it some more and offered out her hand again. Yukiko, once more, reached for it but Sativa sprung her trap and drilled Yukiko with a kick to the midsection. This got a boo from the crowd for the sneaky antics but Sativa wasn’t letting it stop her. She laid into Yukiko with a couple of forearms and whipped her into the ropes. She went for a double axe handle but Yukiko juked underneath, hit the ropes and came back with a running Hurricanrana that sent Sativa across the mat and the two popped up onto their knees. Sativa looked a little taken aback while Yukiko just smiled. Eerily.

Nick Hanson: Testing the waters here a little bit, seeing what the other’s made of.

James Reynolds: Don’t look shaken champ! You got this! BEHOLD!!

Nick Hanson: Will you try to call this one down the middle?

James Reynolds: You accuse moi of being biased?!

The two women circled the mat again and came in for a lockup. Yukiko pushed Sativa into the ropes and the ref called for a break. Both ladies lifted their hands with the challenger starting to back off but Yukiko suddenly blasted Sativa with a chop to the jaw, earning a chiding from the ref. Yukiko wasn’t hearing it, though and began laying into the champion with the Strong Style forearms. When the ref started chiding her again, she turned Sativa around and leaned her into the second rope. Was she breaking? Nope! Yukiko was running across the ring and leaping into her back with a Thesz Press. Sativa grabbed at her chest and throat, rolling out onto the ringside floor. As she got up to her feet, Yukiko hit the ropes again and came launching herself out with a Tope Suicida, sending them both into the barricade with Sativa eating the brunt of it. The referee started calling for them to get back in the ring but Yukiko went under the ring instead and pulled a chair out instead. The referee got out of the ring and confronted her about it and the two started debating use of the weapon. Yukiko was growing heated and threw the chair behind her, trying to bow up to Senior Official James Greer who wasn’t backing down. He stood his ground and ordered Yukiko back in the ring. The Demolition Angel blew her hair up out of her face, scoffing at the official as she backed off and turned back to her opponent. She’d taken too long, however as Sativa had found time to set the discarded chair up and here came the Ganja Goddess, running full speed, launching herself off the chair and feeding Yukiko a flying forearm smash that almost sent them both into the ref!

Nick Hanson: And Sativa capitalizes on the loss of focus by the challenger!!

James Reynolds: That’s how the champion do, Nicky!!! That’s why she’s the champ!

Sativa was back in control now as she closed the chair and went to use it but the referee grabbed it out of her hands and threw it back under the ring. He wasn’t about to argue with the competitors again and just got back into the ring, beginning the count. Sativa took a few counts to bounce Yukiko’s head off of the barricade and the apron before Yukiko tried to fire back with a punch that Sativa ducked and Yukiko’s fist hit the ringpost. She shook it off but didn’t seem phased as much as any other person would. Still, Sativa grabbed her by the right arm and threw her hand into the ringpost again before she realized Yukiko didn’t seem too affected. Yukiko wiggled her fingers at the champion, grinning. Sativa threw another right hand, Yukiko caught it with her left and threw that nerve damaged right hand of hers right into Sativa’s jaw, hard enough to rock the champion and earn a scolding from the ref about using closed fists. The challenger waved him off and went to run Sativa’s head into the apron but Sativa caught the apron with her hands and slammed Yukiko’s face into it again before finally rolling her back inside the ring. Yukiko made it back to her feet and tried for another forearm but Sativa caught her with the shoulder in the midsection before launching herself over the ropes. BLITZED by Sativa Nevaeh for a cover!! Only a two count, however as Yukiko launched her shoulder up. Sativa sat up with some frustration and dragged Yukiko away from the ropes. Sativa popped up off her feet, landing a textbook Shooting Star Press and went for another cover but still only got a two count. The champion shook her head in disbelief at the display of resilience, finally getting up to go for the corner but paused as she noticed something up on the stage. The camera switched over to show the stage finally where Damon Cross was seen, standing by the steps and watching the match unfold. Sativa got a cocky little smirk on her face and began jawjacking with Damon a bit. It was one sided as the Black Ronin just stood there and raised his eyebrows at her. Sativa waved dismissively at him and turned to feed Yukiko another stomp before climbing the turnbuckle. She started calling for the Leaf On The Wind but took another moment to turn to Damon Cross and tell him “watch this shit! You watch this shit!” It was just long enough and, before she started standing up on the turnbuckle, Yukiko had made it to her feet and hit a running start. Oh no! Step up Frankensteiner sends Sativa crashing to the mat! Yukiko crawled over for the cover but only a 2.9!

James Reynolds: Close but no cigar, Kusanagi!! The champ stays alive!!

Nick Hanson: She doesn’t look happy about it, at all!

James Reynolds: You know what I’m not happy about? Damon Cross distracting the champion! Get him outta here!

Nick Hanson: In his defense, he hasn’t done anything. He’s keeping his distance and observing.

The challenger sat up on her knees, fuming and slapped the mat. She pushed herself up to her feet again and began taunting Sativa with little boots to the head. Sativa started getting up to her knees, showing her annoyance as Yukiko switched from boots to slaps to the face, taunting her more. Sativa exploded up onto her feet, batting Yukiko’s arms away and rocked her with a forearm shot of her own. Next, she grabbed her around the head! GOT ‘E--NO! Yukiko shoved her off into the ropes. Sativa rebounded back towards Yukiko who pivoted on one foot. STEEL FEATH--NO!! Sativa caught the boot and spun Yukiko around, turning as she did! NERF THI--NO!! Yukiko caught the Pelee Kick into an Ankle Lock!!! The challenger immediately dropped down to the mat, wrapping her legs around Sativa’s and wrenched back on the ankle in the middle of the ring. Sativa had that look of pain and desperation mixed on her face as she clawed for the ropes. She didn’t seem to be getting anywhere near them, though, so she started trying to power up to her other foot. She managed it, finally, and tucked forward, rolling and sending Yukiko right into the ropes and out onto the floor again. Sativa took the time to nurse her ankle and urged the referee to start counting. As he did, she turned her attention to Damon Cross up on the stage again and started slinging shade at him. The Black Ronin just stood back and looked on, finally mock applauding her for the countout victory she seemed to be going for. At about the count of 15, Yukiko was back up on her feet and getting back in the ring but she had a steel chair in her hand again. The referee argued with her to get rid of it but the challenger seemed to have thrown any care of the rules out. She reeled the chair back and went after Sativa but the referee grabbed it out of her hands. Yukiko turned just briefly to confront the official but didn’t waste too much time before turning back to Sativa just in time to see the champion coming in for a superkick! Yukiko ducked and Sativa almost nailed the referee but stopped herself in time. Now it was her trying to get the chair, wanting to give Yukiko a taste of her own medicine but the referee made it clear about the disqualification rule during a title match. If Sativa used it, she’d lose the belt. While this was going on, it seemed to be just what Yukiko wanted as she started removing the top turnbuckle padding. Finally, the referee went to throw the chair out and Yukiko went after Sativa from behind, spinning her around and went to run her face into the turnbuckle. Sativa blocked it, however, and caught Yukiko with a back elbow in the jaw then Irish whipped her across the ring into the other corner. She came charging in for a follow up but Yukiko hit an up and over, rolling back across the mat. Sativa saved herself from a nasty crash into the corner as well and came running at Yukiko as she was getting back to her feet. Yukiko caught her by surprise, though and snatched her up by the legs, staggering backwards before she dropped Sativa right into a FLAPJACK INTO THE EXPOSED TURNBUCKLE!!!!

Nick Hanson: OH MY GOD!!! FACE FIRST INTO THE TURNBUCKLE, JIM!!!!

James Reynolds: YOU GOTTA BE KIDDING ME!!!!!

The referee’s attention was back on the match as Sativa laid in the corner, grabbing at head and face. Yukiko had crawled over to the ropes and was pulling herself up to her feet. A camera angle closing in on Sativa’s face as she looked up from the mat to the ref showed blood already beginning to gush down from a laceration on her forehead. The referee started calling for the ring doctor but Yukiko stormed over and dragged Sativa away from the ropes. She picked her up to her feet and scooped her right up off of the mat. This was it! BOSEKI DRIVER!!!! COVER!!! But the referee ordered Yukiko to back off while the doctor came in. Yukiko sat back with a look of wide eyed rage growing on her face. But she could have won. She had it won! Fans could see it in her eyes! The referee and doctor knelt over Sativa, who was still trying to sit up but they insisted she lay back. It looked like they were about to call the match when Yukiko grabbed the ring doctor and dragged him up to his feet. He was in the middle of asking Yukiko to please calm down when STEEL FEATHER TO THE RING DOCTOR!!!

Nick Hanson: OH!! NOW C’MON!! HE’S JUST DOING HIS JOB!!!

James Reynolds: AGREED!!! YUKIKO’S OUTTA HER MIND!!!!

Nick Hanson: Well that’s a fine for sure!!

James Reynolds: She oughta be suspended!!!

Even Damon Cross, still on the stage, was looking on with an increased interest at what was unfolding in the ring. Back in said ring, Yukiko was now getting up in the ref’s face, angrily slapping her hand, telling him he should have counted. He should have fucking counted! Fine, he wanted a reason to need a doctor for Sativa? She’d give him one! Yukiko stepped back, affirming this before she was spun around from behind. Wait! Sativa was back on her feet?! GOT ‘EM!!!! GOT ‘EM!!!! GOT ‘EM!!!!! Yukiko was snapped down violently to the mat with the bloody faced champion reeling on the mat beside her. The referee went right back to Sativa but she pushed him away as she got to her feet and fell back against the ropes. She shook her head, evidently still dizzy and seemed to second guess going for Sonic Screwdriver. Instead, she stumbled over to Yukiko and locked in a grapevine hold on her legs and grabbed her by the hands, pulling her up. Sativa planted her other foot into Yukiko’s back. SUNDERING OF NARSIL!!!! Yukiko’s head bounced violently against the mat and she went limp as Sativa dropped to her knees, rolled her onto her back and weakly went for the cover, screaming at the ref to get the fuck over there and count it! While he looked reluctant, James Greer got into position and slapped the mat. 1...2...3!! THIS ONE’S OVER!!!

Roger Arden: Here is your winner aaaaaaand STILL...NFW WORLD HEAVYWEIGHT CHAMPION….SATIVA...NEVAEH!!!!

Nick Hanson: I don’t believe it, Jim! Sativa has retained, even against how the odds were looking!

James Reynolds: Of course she did, Nicky! BEHOLD THE KINGDOM!!!! BITCHES!!!

Nick Hanson: Maybe with a little bit of controversy, it would seem but all in all this one’s over. Another one in the books.

James Reynolds: Controversy? What? The referee was concerned for her well being! You see what Yukiko Kusanagi did to her?!

Nick Hanson: Good call on the referee’s part but I don’t think Yukiko Kusanagi will see it that way! But that’s all the time we have for tonight, folks! We hope you enjoyed tonight’s action! For James Reynolds, I’m Nick Hanson. So long, ladies and gentlemen!

She certainly didn’t as she started to come through and Yukiko rolled out of the ring, realizing what had happened and was starting to lose her cool at ringside; kicking the barricade and tearing up the commentary tables. She shoved the camera man out of the way and left through the crowd, absolutely fuming! Back on stage, Damon Cross continued to watch Sativa Nevaeh as she told the referee to give her the title so she could celebrate. Grabbing the belt, she hoisted it high over her head, turning her attention to Damon Cross, as the two had another staredown with Damon motioning between himself and her, declaring they weren’t done. However, Sativa insisted they were finished and that Cross was never going to see another shot at the title as long as she held it.

Result: Pinfall