NFW Collision #123! 03/08/2022!

As the show opens, following the opening theme, the audio track q quickly transitions right into the opening notes of The Amity Affliction’s “Pittsburgh”. The lights dim around the audience while turning gold around the stage and the banner of The Kingdom appears on the tron screen.


Nick Hanson: Well, welcome to NFW Collision, ladies and gentlemen! Nick Hanson here, joined by my broadcast colleague, Jim Reynolds!

Jim Reynolds: Hey hey, fuckers!


Nick Hanson: And it looks like we’re starting things off with a word from Morgan Payne.

Jim Reynolds: The Prodigal Ace! I’m still feeling the buzz from her return, Nicky!

From the tunnel, comes Morgan Payne in faded black jeans with holes in the knees, her Timbs, a throwback Kingdom shirt under her leather jacket, black gloves and her Pittsburgh Steelers flatbill flipped backwards. At her side, she carries a custom painted black and yellow briefcase, no doubt containing her Wildcard contract awarded to her last week. She pauses on top of the stage, looking out across the crowd of the Collision Center. Something’s definitely on her mind as she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath.



Jim Reynolds: Wonder what’s on her mind, Nicky?

Nick Hanson: One can only tell. I can’t imagine it’s all too positive. Just three days ago, The Kingdom arrived on Trauma where they attempted to confront the Children of Nephilim but their plan went South. It was a trap, folks. The Children of Nephilim anticipated The Kingdom’s arrival and lied in wait with a counter attack. When it was all said and done, the Queen of the Kingdom was sent to emergency surgery. Jasmine Matthews has been put out of action with an injured shoulder. She’s said to be out for up to a year and Lord Lucifer, father of the Children–

Jim Reynolds: The goddamn Devil, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: --has declared NFW Trauma as their territory.

Jim Reynolds: I don’t like it, Nicky…

Morgan comes down the steps and makes her way towards the ring, keeping that somber look on her face as she makes it to the apron and ascends the steps onto the apron. She steps in and moves right to the center of the ring where she carefully sets the briefcase down. Her music continues as she pauses for a moment then walks over and exits the ring. She grabs a chair out from under the ring and slides it in, calls for a microphone, then gets back in the ring. The music fades and lighting returns to normal as Morgan unfolds the chair and calmly drops right down into it, seated with the briefcase between her feet. Once her music fades, the crowd stays loud, causing her to lift her head and take everything in with the faintest of smiles.

Crowd: WELCOME BACK!! WELCOME BACK!! WELCOME BACK!! WELCOME BACK!!

Morgan Payne: Yanno what? I appreciate that. Really do. Thank you.

The crowd cheers as Morgan leans back in her chair. She smiles again, ever so faintly and places a hand on her chest as she continues.

Morgan Payne: Funny I say dat, cuz it’s kinda why I came aht here t’night. Gratitude. Dat’s somethin’ we learn at a young age. When we still runnin’ arahnd in diapers, we get taught how t’say thank you to somebody when they do somethin’ for us. You get a present on ya birfday or Christmas. Ya say thank you. You go out trick or treatin’ on Halloween, someone gives you a piece o’candy. Ya say thank you. You fall down an’ someone picks you up, helps ya back on your feet. Ya say thank you. God forbid, ya find yourself in some real shit an’ someone goes ahtta they way and has t’literally save your life. Ya say thank you.

Morgan lowers the mic and leans forward in her chair, pinching the bridge of her nose with a look of frustration on her face as she closes her eyes.

Morgan Payne: ...Gratitude. S’posed t’be like…human nature an’ shit, right? Thankin’ people for what they do for you. Payin’ it forward or payin’ it back. However yinz wanna do it. S’how I was brought up. S’how I was taught in life growin’ up and in da gym learnin’ how t’wrestle. Ya thank people for advice on how t’better yourself. Ya thank people for given you opportunities to be da best you can be in dis business. Dat’s what I was taught. Dat’s how I was brought up as a wrestler! So I wanna take da time, real quick…

She reaches down in front of her and picks up the briefcase she brought to the ring with her. Morgan sets it up on her knee, looks at it for a moment then looks directly into the camera.

Morgan Payne: Thank you. Thank you, t’NFW for entrustin’ t’me, of all people, the honor of carryin’ da war banner into da final battle for dis company’s survival.

Morgan sets the briefcase back down between her feet and sits back up in her chair. It’s here, she shoots an index finger up into the air.

Morgan Payne: However, comma! I noticed somethin’. Ever since Invasion, I noticed somethin’ ‘baht some people. Not everyone’s thankful. See, it seems like some motherfuckers dunno what gratitude is. They only wanna look aht for themselves. Point fingers an’ accuse da ones doin’ shit for people of bein’ glory hogs n’at. Dat’s what’s been burnin’ my ass lately an’ especially over da past couple o’days, I been doin’ alotta thinkin’ an’ I gotta wonder…

She brushes a finger under her nose and looks into the camera again.

Morgan Payne: ...Where’s our thanks?

Morgan lowers the mic and looks around at the fans, letting them register her question for a moment as she shrugs her shoulders and throws her other hand up before dropping it in her lap.

Morgan Payne: Where’s da Kingdom’s thanks? Alla yinz in da back, alla you motherfuckers watchin’ at home from Trauma. Where’s da Kingdom’s thanks? Cuz as I seem t’remember it, da first night o’Invasion, we got our asses completely fuckin’ handed to us! We picked up a few wins but Zion Wrestling fuckin’ pushed us back against da wall wif five straight wins. Not one! Not two! Not tree! Not four! Five wins!

She throws her hand up with all five fingers extended for the camera to see. She wiggles each finger individually, one after another, before dropping her hand again.

Morgan Payne: Da second night o’Invasion started with NFW behind Zion, tree to six. Da motherfuckers who started da war couldn’t even back they shit up. Where they at now?

Morgan gives a condescending smile as she waves her hand at the camera.

Morgan Payne: Hey TRIOCS! Whatchins up to? Looks like yinz couldn’t put your billions of dollars where yinz mouths are cuz look at it. We still here…and yinz ain’t. TRIOCS was s’posed to lead NFW to victory over Zion. Xander Fillmore couldn’t even handle da responsibility o’being Captain for his team. Who carried da banner for New Frontier? The Kingdom. When NFW was backed up against da wall and came in on night two, who started da comeback? The Kingdom. When it still looked like NFW was dahn an’ aht an’ couldn’t even da scoreboard, who went da extra mile to give da final resistance a fightin’ chance? The Kingdom. Who lead dat final wave into da Ultimate Battlegrahnd to keep dis company from crashin’ dahn?

She pulls her jacket open with one hand and looks down at her Behold The Kingdom shirt. She looks down at it and back up at the camera.

Morgan Payne: Yeah.

Morgan lets her jacket fall closed and leans back in her chair, just falling silent as she stares at the camera.

Morgan Payne: Yinz should be thankin’ us, but instead, da villainizin’ continues. Da jealousy continues. “Oh, it’s always da Kingdom. Dey always front an’ center. Dey always in da spotlight.” Are we? Lotta da time, yeah. Sure. Cuz we aht here puttin’ in da work. We aht here kickin’ ass. We aht here doin’ what needs t’be done. Shit, we did dis for you!

She jabs a finger at the camera, indicating everyone watching in the back.

Morgan Payne: Lily and Chrissy did what they did for you! An’ whatchins do? Ya spit in they face over it. Yinz breathed a sigh o’relief when NFW was still standin’ at da end o’da night but ya continued to ignore facts. Then da real kicker. Da real knife in da gut. When it was us dat needed help. When we came ahtta our zone cuz we saw an old threat resurfacin’ - one dat ruined lives several times over - nobody was there. When we were held dahn and made to watch…while one of our own…had every bone in her shoulder broken…every ligament snapped…nobody was there. Nobody!

Morgan clenches her teeth as she starts to visibly twitch with anger.

Morgan Payne: What’s worse? One of da very people I picked to fight against Team Zion has da gahdamn nerve t’fuckin patronize us. I did you a favor, Nathan Dixon! See, I know what kinda man Kai Morgan is. He a fighter. Just like me. I knew he’d lead the charge for his people. You wasn’t booked otherwise, Dixon. I seen what he did t’Ami an’ I knew you wanted a real crack at him. Dat’s why I picked you t’fight wif me! Now?

She gives a scoff and a dismissive look at the camera. As she continues, however, Morgan starts getting amped up to the point she jumps out of her chair and starts yelling right into the hardcam.

Morgan Payne: Ask Kate t’tell ya how da Devil likes his dick sucked, cuz dat’s all you good for now. An’ if you got a problem wif what I say? Dawg, don’t let brand separation keep it from happenin’. You want dis fade, ya sanctimonious sonuvabitch? Jump in ya car and come see me. I ain’t hard t’find. Asheville, North Carolina. Errybody knows we up in da biggest house in tahn. Buzz da gate. We can do dis shit aht in da courtyard, baby!

She pauses, just staring with defiance right into the camera. She reaches out with her free hand and holds onto the top rope as she stares daggers towards anyone watching.

Morgan Payne: Buncha whiny…pathetic…little bitches. Errybody wanna talk shit. Nobody wanna get hit. Maybe dat’ll change now. Who knows? Lotta motherfuckers gonna see us as weak. The Kingdom’s broken.

Morgan gives a puckered smirk and slowly shakes her head.

Morgan Payne: Nah, fam. We still here…an’ we always will be. The Queen might be nursin’ her wounds. Yinz best believe though…the War General is announcin’ the declaration. Behold the Kingdom. Fuck the world.

Morgan holds her gaze on the hardcam as she drops the mic and “Pittsburgh” picks up again. She backpedals towards the chair before turning and picking up her briefcase. She exits the ring and departs up the ramp.

Nick Hanson: The War General of The Kingdom? What does that entail?!

Jim Reynolds: I dunno Nicky, but it’s great to have her back! Behold the Kingdom!

Jamie Austin vs. Crystal Zdunich

The bell rings, and both women immediately get chest to chest, the smack talk firing back and forth on all cylinders. Jamie loses her cool first, throwing a forearm, but Crystal ducks it. She responds with a European uppercut, but Austin jumps back, getting some distance from her opponent. Jamie looks to shoot in, but the Burning Rose shows some veteran wherewithal, throwing a sharp kick into Jonna's bad left knee. Austin yelps, but Crystal fires off a series of these strikes, dropping Jonna to a knee before hitting the ropes and coming back with an enzuigiri! She goes for the cover but Austin kicks out at two, immediately clutching her knee as Zdunich gets to her feet.

Crystal's circling Jamie now as she gets to her feet, a bit wobbly on her left leg. Zdunich comes in to weaken that leg up a bit more, but Austin catches the first attempted kick, yanking her opponent in close before slamming the Burning Rose to the mat with a ring rocking sit-out spinebuster! She scoots in, holding the leg, but this time it's Crystals then to kick out at two.

Both women continue to trade strikes and holds, high flying offense and hard hitting slams. They're clearly running on fumes when Jonna hits the Hell On Heels out of nowhere! The kick knocks Crystal for a loop, but when Austin goes for the pin, the referee waves her off. Zdunich has a foot on the ropes! Jamie drags Crystal to the middle of the ring, looking for another Hell On Heels, but no! Crystal catches Jonna's left leg which she's been working the whole match, spinning around with a vicious Dragon Screw! Austin clutches her knee in pain, but she's soon silenced as Zdunich ascends the turnbuckle only to immediately take flight, nailing the Kingdom warrior with Rose Prism Power! The referee counts three, and Jamie kicks out just a moment too late!

Baumer sits on the floor of the women’s locker room, her long dirty blonde hair messy while her blue-green eyes glance up at the camera. She looks like she’s hardly slept last night, and her Kiwi accented voice sounds more infused with confidence than usual. It’s like it’s up an octave to how she usually sounds, a bright and cheery tone to her lower register.

Cass Baumer: Hayley, y’all gonna need to do better than dumb “Ass Baumer” cracks to piss me off. You act like I haven’t heard that before.

Cass stays on the floor as her co-workers go about their routine, while a little laugh comes to the surface.

Cass Baumer: You couldn’t even keep track of that NFW Perservence Championship — much less what I’mma ‘bout to do in that ring. You’d rather see this whole place die just so you could avoid a goddamn match with Griffin Hawkins — a man you know damn well you’ve got what it takes to beat in the first place! You’ve done it before!

As she grew in volume, she starts to sit up a little straighter as she perked herself up with straight arms beside her.

Cass Baumer: Then why the act? Why pretend like you’re some meek crybaby who can’t get shit done? You might talk so much rubbish that it’s lost all its entertainment value, but you’ve got that Perserverence Championship for a reason. You’re crafty. You know when to pick your spots. You know how to manipulate people to get them to do whatever you want them to do, yet you’re actin’ like a goddamn muppet! You hired an actor just to make low-brow two-bit ‘jokes’, accused others of stealing your title when you’re responsible for what happens to it, and almost cost us the whole company at INVASION ‘cause you couldn’t be arsed to try your best!

Baumer stands, using her locker behind her for support along with her powerful core strength.

Cass Baumer: You’re doing all this for the attention, but eventually… like all drugs… it ain’t gonna be enough. You’re gonna need more. And more. And more! Soon, it’ll be unsustainable. You’ll stop feeling that high no matter the lengths you try to go to get it, and then you’ll be forced to look out the window to glimpse the sight that all you’ve managed to do was push back all the people who once cared about you in favour of making yourself a secluded island surrounded by water without a lifeboat.

She takes a deep breath, then grabs the camera to point it closer to her face with a sad expression. The faint bags under Baumer’s eyes are more visible now, as are the pores in her light skin.

Cass Baumer: I know you won’t listen to me. I never listened to anybody else who tried to tell me that either.

She gently shoves the camera back again, leaning casually against the locker.

Cass Baumer: It’s just that you’ve just got so much potential, Hayley. Maybe even more potential than I had when I was where you’re at right now. You put all that effort into pissing everybody off when you oughta be putting that same energy into time at the gym or studying tape like I’ve been doin’ lately.

Baumer nods and crosses her arms over her chest.

Cass Baumer: I know you’ll show what you can do eventually. Maybe you’ll even demonstrate it in our match, aye? I mean, you’ve got all the tools. All you’ve gotta do is apply yourself and quit being a frickin’ bitch girl who runs from her problems like an absolute knob. Think ‘cha can handle that? You gonna try to take me down with more than just crappy schoolyard insults, or are you just not gonna give a shit this time?

Cass smirks.

Cass Baumer: Either way, your Reckoning Day is comin’, Hayley. Whether it’s Griffin or I who nails the final blow, your Perseverence is ‘bout to get real tested, mhm.
The scene switches to the locker room of The Kingdom where “Firestarter” Christina Olson is seen, putting the finishing touches on getting into her gear. She’s tying her boot laces with a hardened, unhappy look on her face when the door’s heard opening. Christina barely looks up before going back to what she’s doing.

Morgan Payne: Yo, chica.

Morgan Payne steps into the frame. She’s just now returning to the locker room. She gives Christina a hearty, motivational slap on the shoulder as she opens her locker and tucks her Wildcard briefcase away. She then proceeds to pull her leather jacket off, hanging it up on a hanger and swaps her Steelers flatbill out for a “Dal Primo Giorno” skullcap. She closes her locker and sits down beside her fellow Kingdom member. Her best friend. And…at one time, a lover.

Morgan Payne: Still nothin’, huh?

Things didn’t end with Saturday night. Ever since the incidents on Trauma, they’d been trying to call and get a hold of Lilith Meadows. Morgan herself had spent all of Monday looking for any sign of her. Arianrhod had taken control again and they knew this wasn’t good. Especially now with a match coming up for Last of the Valkyries to make it back into the Tag Team Title picture. Chrissy looked up, looking at Morgan as she ripped the tape that she was using to tape her wrists up.

Christina Olson: Hell no. You know how Arianrhod is when it has full control of Lil, if she don’t wanna be seen, she won’t be. It ain’t like I’ve never been in this situation before though, on my own, trying to secure a shot at the tag titles. I did it once, I’ll sure as fuck do it again and you know that first hand, Morg.

Christina sighed as she grabbed her phone, looking at the screen and then just letting out a primal scream and tossing the phone across the room where it shatters against the wall.

Christina Olson: I’m about sick of everything, Morg. I try, I do, but everyone has a breaking point and I don’t know how much longer I can take it all.

Morgan sighs and reaches an arm out, putting her hand on Christina’s back.

Morgan Payne: Hey, hey… I know, chica. I know. We all got that point. But it’s why we here for each other. Dis weekend s’been…fuck, I ain’t gon lie. S’been tough. It sucks. But we got dis shit. We been through worse but we always come aht on da other side. You ain’t ever alone, Chrissy. Shit, yanno what? Freebird Rules. Ya ain’t gotta do dis shit against fuckin’ Sela and Abigail alone.

Morgan gets up from the bench and opens her locker again. She immediately reaches in and pulls out a roll of black hand wraps with her boots. It’s clear she doesn’t wanna see her stablemate have to go solo on this one. Chrissy finally stands up and walks over to Morgan, just looking at her and points to the locker.

Christina Olson: Nah, I’m doin this on my own. I said it back then, I’m sayin it now, I’ll always say it, and no offense to you or anyone else in the Kingdom, but I won’t team with anyone but Lil when it comes to championships. We vowed to do this shit together and if she ain’t gonna be out there, whether she’s injured or whether she’s MIA, I’m doin it on my own. You know I can do it too. You know when I’m motivated, I’m one of the best on this damn roster and bitch, I’m motivated and pissed off right now.

There’s a long pause between the two and they just stare at each other. Morgan purses her lips and swallows before finally nodding and sets her boots down inside the locker. She puts the hand wraps back on the shelf and closes the door.

Morgan Payne: …A’ight, chick. Yeah, you done it before. I ‘member dat. Show dem ungrateful bitches who dey fuckin’ wif when you pissed ahff.

Morgan sticks her hand up between them for a dab. Chrissy accepts and the two bring it in for a long hug. After, Morgan wraps a hand around the back of Chrissy’s head and presses their foreheads together. She then presses her lips to Christina’s forehead and gives her a hearty shake.

Morgan Payne: Beat dey fuckin’ ass, Chrissy.

Chrissy nods her head, as the soft smile she had for just a moment fades away and it turns into a scowl as she breaks away from Morgan.

Christina Olson: You know I fuckin will. There ain’t a damn soul out there right now that can put me down. Everyone is gonna find out just how good and just how tough I am again.

Christina nods as she walks past Morgan, heading out the door and slamming it shut as Morgan looks back and just nods her head as the scene fades out.
Collision cuts backstage to the entrance of the arena and the fans are letting out the loudest boos of the night so far as Hayley Halsey walks in. Contrary to popular belief, she’s actually looking like she IS wanting to be there. However, when the camera pans, we see five people behind her dressed in bizarre, unorthodox costumes

Hayley Halsey: YES! I am INDEED HERE! But of course, I know that the likes of GRIFFIN and ASS BAUMER are going to want to put their hands on me and assault me to take me out of NFW. That’s NOT going to happen! Because what you see behind me is none other than the HAYLEY HALSEY JUSTICE FIGHTERS, BITCHES!!!!! If you DARE try to outsmart me…”

Hayley stands next to a man that is randomly dressed as a graphing calculator who is minding his own business and checking his phone.

Hayley Halsey: You shall be outsmarted and WRECKED by the first member of the HAYLEY HALSEY JUSTICE FIGHTERS… the smartest man on the planet that puts that BALD MOTHERFUCKER from X-Men to shame… THE HUMAN CALCULATOR!!!!

Hayley then moves over to a pair of guys dressed in meatball costumes who are largely just picking their noses.

Hayley Halsey: If you try to end my career tonight… you will be FUCKED by the next great professional wrestling TAG TEAM… THE GREAT BALLS OF FIRE!!!!!!

Hayley then moves ahead to someone in a prom queen costume of sorts, only the gown is completely torn apart and her tiara is bent. She’s just filing her nails and not caring.

Hayley Halsey: Try anything ASS BAUMER… and you will be HUMBLED and made to ASSUME THE POSITION by NOELLE… the QUEEN OF APHRODITE LAND! And finally…

Hayley walks over to the final member of the “Justice Fighters” in the form of a random dude in a cat costume that happens to also have a metal head wig on.

Hayley Halsey: Meet….

GRIFFY KAT!!!!!!

Because we all know that GRIFFIN HAWKINS WILL ALWAYS BE A PUSSY!!!!! The JUSTICE LEAGUE has been put to SHAME! DC and Marvel has NOTHING on this! I will be PROTECTED for anyone that wants to assault me for my anti-NFW stance and if you don’t believe me…

Hayley is briefly interrupted by the sound of a red haired woman screaming “DIE” at her as she runs up to her. However, the “Justice Fighters” all catch up to her and gang up on her before she even reaches Hayley. The red haired woman is heard screaming for help for a few seconds before she is left unconscious.

Hayley Halsey: ...well, SOMEONE has a distorted view of things… poor soul. You see that, NFW? My Justice Fighters RULE! And as for you ASS BAUMER, THAT is a preview of what you are going to experience tonight. I am SHOCKED that you have been quiet all week! You’re one of my most vocal critics after all. I am CONFIDENT that with the JUSTICE FIGHTERS BEHIND ME, I am going to beat the SHIT out of you and send you back to whatever hack tabloid spit you up and allow a cancer like you to ever cross over into the wrestling world. How’s THAT for BREAKING NEWS, BITCH! Because the only thing that is going to break is going to be YOUR FACE! Now, without further ado… PROTECT ME JUSTICE FIGHTERS!

Hayley begins to walk toward the arena. However, she notices that she’s the only one going in. She looks concerned.

Hayley Halsey: You guys are coming with me, right?

Hayley turns around and sees Griffy Kat enter the driver’s door of a car where the rest of her “justice fighters” wait. She barely has time to react before the car speeds off into the night.

Hayley Halsey: WHAT THE FUCK?!?!?! MY FUCKING RENTAL CAR!!!!!!!! ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?!?!?!?! USELESS BASTARDS!!!!! I’m calling the COPS…

Hayley pulls out her cell phone and dials 911.

Operator: 911, what’s your emergency?

Hayley Halsey: Someone just stole my car!

Operator: Can I get your name, please?

Hayley Halsey: Hayley Halsey!

Her phone suddenly makes the “hang up” noise.

Hayley Halsey: ...did 911 seriously just hang up on me? THAT’S IT! YOU’RE FUCKING DEAD ASS BAUMER! AND GRIFFIN… YOU BETTER BE WATCHING! BECAUSE YOU ARE RESPONSIBLE FOR ASS BAUMER GETTING FUCKED HARD TONIGHT!!! I don’t need some STUPID JUSTICE FIGHTERS to protect me! I’m handling my own shit and I’m going to show you how to be a REAL CHAMPION!

And so… Hayley reluctantly enters the building…

…alone…

The scene fades out.

Cass Baumer vs. Hayley Halsey

Although Cass Baumer is the first to make her entrance, she is attacked from behind by Hayley Halsey! She even uses her Perseverance championship belt to nail the back of Cass’ head, sending her stumbling along the ramp! The fans boo with disapproval as Hayley’s muscle Curtis Hughes marches down and soccer kicks Cass in the ribs, sending her rolling to the outside of the ring. Before either Hayley or Curtis can attack again, referee Heather Young comes out to make some space between them.

Hayley Halsey: MOVE, PEASANT!

Hayley growls at Heather, but Heather refuses to back down. This gives Cass the opportunity to slowly get to her feet, her battle scars from Invasion still showing. She rolls herself into the ring and away from Hayley -- even for a brief moment. Hayley gives Curtis her championship belt to hold onto before she swiftly moves past the referee. Curtis places the belt across his left shoulder and simply moves to another ringside section. Once Hayley rolls into the ring, Heather signals for the bell and the official start of this match. Stalking Cass, Hayley taunts her.

Hayley Halsey: So, the Little Hero was rewarded a guaranteed shot for MY title!

Soon after, Heather is back in the ring. Cass is slowly getting to her feet, one hand rubbing the back of her head. Hayley seizes her right arm, forces Cass to turn around, and SLAPS her across the face! The fans boo loudly as Hayley just laughs at Cass staggering back. Hayley grabs ahold of Cass again and Irish whips her towards the ropes. The Champion goes for a running clothesline, but Cass somehow ducks out of the way, rebounds against the ropes, and surprises Hayley with “Miramira” (Spear dropped into a Lifting Side Slam)! The fans immediately cheer for the Headliner as she covers Hayley and hooks her leg. Alas, she only scores a two count.

Finally, Baumer is able to take advantage. She Irish whips Halsey into one of the corners of the ring and follows up with a running European uppercut. Baumer fluidly transitions this into a double axe handle and a corner shoulder block, applying pressure on Halsey’s ribs. Pulling Halsey from the corner, Baumer seizes her in a precarious position and delivers a double underhook suplex. Baumer goes for the pin attempt, but Halsey kicks out -- much to the dismay of the fans. Baumer’s spirit is far too strong and she tries again with a bridging German suplex, but Halsey still kicks out. Right before Baumer can go after her again, Halsey pleads for mercy. Baumer shakes her head.

Cass Baumer: After what you did? No way, woodpecker!

Any New Zealanders know exactly what that means! Halsey is a little faster than Baumer, however, and she rakes her in the eye! Baumer staggers back while Halsey backpedals from her. The Chosen One rushes forward and blasts Baumer with “Desti-Knee Kick” (Busaiku Knee Kick)! Baumer falls onto the mat with a THUD and Halsey’s quick to cover her, hooking the leg--! Only she receives a two-count. The fans are relieved by this, but now Halsey has the advantage.

Hayley is without mercy for Cass. After pulling Cass up to her feet, Hayley delivers another slap across Cass’ face before taking her down onto the mat with a running bulldog. Hayley moves in and forces Cass into a camel clutch submission, yelling at her to “GIVE UP!” Cass, however, still has too much fight in her. Her refusal causes Hayley to torque the submission, but even then Cass won’t tap out. Growling, Hayley releases Cass and stomps on the back of her head. Heather gets in Hayley’s face and scolds her, to which Hayley scoffs and turns back to Cass. Hayley taunts Cass -- only for Cass to catch her off guard with an atomic drop! Hayley falls back, allowing Cass to quickly lash out with“Bleeding Edge” (Instep Drive Penalty Kick to the head of the opponent)!

Cass goes for the cover and hooks Hayley’s leg, but the Perseverance Champion is close enough to the ropes to place her right foot on the bottom rope. Heather acknowledges this and informs Cass of the broken count. Cass rises to her feet and hisses through her teeth, still wavering from her Invasion injuries. Still, Cass runs with the advantage, leveling Hayley with a striking combination before a side Russian legsweep. Before she can pin Hayley, however, Curtis jumps onto the ring apron and grabs the referee’s attention. Seeing this, Cass moves away from Hayley and surprises Curtis with a big boot! Curtis is knocked off the ring apron, but when Cass turns around, Hayley catches her out of nowhere with “Heartbreaker” (Running Knee to the heart)! Cass falls down and grimaces from the pain. This allows the Chosen One to ascend one of the corners of the ring and crush Cass with "Desti-Knee Smash" (Springboard Somersault Double Knee)! Begrudgingly, Heather counts and Hayley receives the three!


Roger Arden: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match… the NFW Perseverance Champion, HAYLEY HALSEY!

Jim Reynolds: Haha, talk about strats! Hayley Halsey’s THE Perseverance Champ for reasons!

Nick Hanson: Oh please. Curtis Hughes interfered on her behalf! I’m sure Miss Baumer would’ve taken Halsey down…

As “Good Girls Gone Bad" by Cobra Starship ft. Leighton Meester plays from the PA system, the fans boo Hayley Halsey as she rises to her feet and lays into Cass Baumer with vicious stomps on her ribs!

Nick Hanson: Come on! There’s no need for that, Miss Halsey!

It’s only when the boos suddenly transition into cheers that Hayley looks up and sees Griffin Hawkins running down the ramp! Her eyes widen before she immediately bails out of the ring -- just as Griffin is in the ring. With her Perseverance championship in tow, Hayley places herself behind Curtis and they begin to retreat up the ramp. Griffin yells and beckons Hayley to “get back in the ring!”, but naturally she refuses. Shaking his head, Griffin turns to check on Cass who’s cradling her ribs. “Separate Ways” by Journey resonates throughout the arena as Hayley yells quite the profanity at Griffin. Something about fucking him over!

Jim Reynolds: Tch! Of course, the pants hater spoils the fun!

Nick Hanson: Shut up, Jim! Sorry, ladies and gentlemen. There’s still a lot more Collision to go!

Josh Davidson stands in front of the Collision logo.

Josh Davidson: She is one of the contenders battling it out for a shot at the World’s Champion. Along with her manager, Seo-Hyung Kwon, please welcome back to Collision, “That Bitch” Jansen Myrrh.

As Myrrh and Kwon flank Josh on either side, Jansen spits out some gum.

Josh Davidson: Tonight, you go one on one with a man who put it all on the line at Invasion in one of the bloodiest battles ever seen in NFW, Johnny Towers.

Seo-Hyung Kwon: Josh, do you know when the last time that Jansen Myrrh received a shot at a world champion was?

Josh looks a little stumped.

Josh Davidson: I’m afraid I don’t.

Seo-Hyung Kwon: It certainly wasn’t in NFW. you have to go all the way back to February of 2020, over two years ago, in another organization. There was a PPV event that was called Myrrhder She Wrote and Jansen Myrrh fought her heart out, but came up short. Flash forward two years later and here we are. On the premise of greatness. We are once again standing on the edge that sees Jansen Myrrh achieve her lifelong dream or once again fall to the wayside for another two years

Jansen Myrrh: I ain’t got fucking two years, Kwon. We’ve been over this.

Seo-Hyung Kwon: I realize you have made a committment, Jansen. I was just making a point. This may very well be your last shot at a World’s Championship. I was also going to say that you may not have been ready in February of 2020, you are more than ready in March of 2022.

Jansen puts an arm over Josh’s shoulders.

Jansen Myrrh: 933 days, Joshie. 933 days. You know what happened 933 days ago?

Josh seems a little uncomfortable with Jansen standing so close to him. He just shakes his head at her question.

Jansen Myrrh: 933 days ago was the last time that I held a championship of any kind. 933 days ago, I lost the Throwdown Championship to Zombie Stevens or whatever the fuck she’s calling herself now. I even lost the rematch and got my head shaved bald, Joshie. It was fucking embarrassing. It’s taken me two years to get back into any sort of title contention. Now, I ain’t got a lot of success, but I do have a lot of respect put on my name.There’s a reason for that. When you look at the production sheet and it says you’re fighting “That Bitch” Jansen Myrrh, you think two things. One, maybe I’ll beat her, maybe I won’t. And two, it’s gonna fucking hurt like hell for a few days. That’s most folks. Now, we got Johnny Fucking Towers. That dude probably got himself a stiffy at the chance to fight Jansen Myrrh because I’m gonna give him the fight he’s been wanting for a while now. He’s got a big fucking mouth, and so do I. He’s a tough bastard and I’m a tough bitch. He don’t give no fucks. I sure as hell don’t give no fucks. So, when this place is brought to the foundation tonight, the only person you have to blame is the man who signed this match in the goddamned first place.

Jansen pushes the microphone back towards Kwon.

Seo-Hyung Kwon: 2022 is going to be the year of the bitch. Jansen Myrrh has refocused, reenergized and recharged herself and her plan is to walk out there at some point this year and win the World Heavyweight Championship. It doesn’t matter who holds the title, when she steps into the ring as the contender, it’s hers for the taking. There may have been a point in time when Jansen was content to play second fiddle to Milisandre Crowthorne and Damon Cross, but those days are gone. It’s time for Jansen Myrrh to take her spots, front and center and put all the doubters to shame.

Jansen takes the microphone.

Jansen Myrrh: The time for talking is done. Johnny Towers. First, fuck you. Second, you’re in my way. Third, I’m putting you down tonight. Sucks to be you.

Kwon and Myrrh start to walk off.

Josh Davidson: Jansen Myrrh stating she’s going to be champion in 2022. Will tonight be her stepping stone, or just another blockade in her…

Jansen walks back and asks.

Jansen Myrrh: You seen a little pussy-looking motherfucker walking around here by the name of Jason or something like that?

Josh shakes his head.

Jansen Myrrh: Probably hiding under Hayley’s dick. I’ll find him somewhere.

As Jansen turns and leaves, Josh just looks at the camera, forgetting what he was going to say.

Josh Davidson: Let’s go to whatever is next…
We cut backstage in front of the usual NFW interview set. We see Jessi Ozborne pacing back and forth in front of it, before speaking into the camera with a hushed, somber tone.

Jessi Ozborne: It’s uh…it’s been a rough couple of weeks for me…not gonna lie…I’ve um…I haven’t been in the best state of mind. To be frank, I don’t know what I requested this bit of promo time for when I requested it…I guess I just need to vent…kinda just speak candidly to you all. What better way to vent than in front of an audience of thousands, am I right?

Jessi tries to force out a laugh, but it quickly dies out to near silence as she speaks again.

Jessi Ozborne So um…right now it’s been two weeks since Kai’s been missing…and I’ve even been hearing a lot of people talking into my ears, telling me that everything will be fine, or that…or that I should probably not harp on it as much…and I…I just wanted to give those people some perspective on what he means to me…

Jessi takes a deep breath in and out, seemingly knowing that she’s about to let out a lot.

Jessi Ozborne: When I was super young, my parents got a divorce. Wasn’t anything too messy, but it definitely impacted my life a lot. I stayed with my dad in Montreal. Mom emigrated to the states and remarried. Nothing too major. My dad was amazing, best one a girl could ask for…especially during times like that…

Jessi’s eyes start to go a bit glossy as she continues

Jessi Ozborne: Then uh…when I was 13…he just kind of uh…passed. Heart attack. I was standing right there as it happened…didn’t know what to do…

It’s become very clear that Jessi’s trying her damnedest to hold back tears now, but she still powers through her words.

Jessi Ozborne: So after a year of gaining American citizenship, I moved into the states, Detroit to be exact. I lived with my mom and her new husband. That was um…that was…that was something…

Jessi gets choked up here, obviously suppressing some type of memory.

Jessi Ozborne: I um…I got picked on at the new school. Was always the short girl who hardly knew how to speak English. But if there was one thing that I could always just escape into…it was wrestling. Went to a local show and that’s…that’s kinda where I met Kai…I had seen him around school quite a bit. He didn’t talk much but…then I saw him in the ring and instantly wanted to know him a lot more.

The tears are becoming too much for Jessi to hold back, with small drops starting to run down her face.

Jessi Ozborne: He never did it often, but when he and I met after that, he was super welcoming to me. Saw my situation at home…and he and his mom took me in. I’d always be attached to him by the hip it seems. He wasn’t just my best friend…he was one of the first real friends I really had…he was my family...

Jessi’s voice begins to shake, her emotions no longer being able to be contained.

Jessi Ozborne: And two weeks ago…that family just disappeared. I can’t lie, a little bit of me, my heart, whatever you wanna call it? It disappeared with him. I remember one time he told me “As long as I’m around, there’s nothing for you to be scared of.” Guess I wasn’t really prepared for what it would feel like when he wasn’t. Now I’m finding out, and if I’m being honest…I’ve never been more afraid in my life. I…I’m just…

Jessi completely breaks down by this point, sinking her head down and out of frame as all that can be gathered from the footage is her mad sobbing. Her head eventually comes back up, a completely different, angered face being plastered across it.

Jessi Ozborne: No…no. I’m done! I’m getting my best friend back. I don’t care about the risks. I don’t care if people say I’m better off not trying. He never gave up on me. I’m not giving up on him. Trauma this Saturday is the first step. Casey Holliday has a history with the Ringmaster. Beating her will pique his interest enough so that I have his attention. This may just be another match to you Casey, but this is everything to me. Saturday, I’m not beating you because I want to…I’m beating you because I have to.

Jessi walks out of frame and off-set as we fade out.

=World Title Qualifier=

Johnny Towers vs. Jansen Myrrh

The two waste little time in starting to brawl with each other, both drawing blood quickly with just their five knuckles upside the other’s head. Jansen cracks Johnny with an elbow shot that resembles a stiff punch and draws more blood. Johnny staggers back, smirking as the blood runs down his face like this is the greatest party he’s ever attended. The two continue to smash each other until Jansen misses one and Johnny ends up giving her a knee to the stomach and then a body block that sends her into the ropes. Johnny comes in for a discus lariat. Jansen catches the arm and goes for the Confessional only for the two to land across the bottom rope. Johnny rolls forward and they both tumbe to the floor, landing in a heap on the floor. Jansen is knocked loose allowing Johnny to get away. He crawls to the barricade, pulls himself up and gets a running punt to the ribs. Jansen grimaces and falls onto her side, grabbing at his ankles as she goes. She pulls him down so that he goes face first into the barricade. Johnny tumbles to the floor bleeding even more heavily than he was before. Jansen staggers up and drags Johnny by the mohawk. Johnny spins and clips her from behind, bringing Jansen to her knees. Johnny jumps up and gives her a knee strike to the back of the head into the edge of the ring. Jansen’s head snaps back, the blood gushing out of her head just like it is from Johnny’s. Johnny catches her as she falls back and rolls her back into the ring under the bottom rope. Johnny climbs in after her and covers.


Johnny mounts Jansen and starts to throw punches down on her but Jansen knees him low and then rolls him over into a cradle.


Jansen jumps up and stomps on Johnny's hand. He tries to roll away but Jansen starts kicking at Johnny’s back even as he rolls. Jansen kicks him again and again and again as Johnny pulls himself to the opposite ropes. Jansen tries for one more kick but Johnny slips out to the floor and avoids it. The referee steps in to keep her from going out after him. Jansen argues with the official and Johnny uses his opportunity to dive in and jump into a Thesz Press. Jansen rolls through and stands up in a Boston crab. Johnny kicks Jansen in the ass before she can sit down on the hold fully and Jansen is propelled forward. Johnny gets to his feet as Jansen rebounds off the ropes and comes back with a Lariat From Hell. Jansen covers Johnny.


Jansen pulls Johnny up and looks for the Myrrh Driver but Johnny backdrops her out of it. Jansen gets back up and Johnny hits her with a pop-up European uppercut. Jansen falls against the ropes and then tries to come off for another lariat. Johnny head butts Jansen and watches her fall to the mat. He drops into a cover.


Jansen rolls Johnny over into a crucifix pin.


The two both stagger up to their feet and start exchanging blows, drawing ever more blood from each other as they go. Jansen misses a shot and Johnny catches her for FUBAR!. He covers.


Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall…JOHNNY…TOWERS!!

Nick Hanson: Johnny Towers is the first competitor to make it to the finals match of this mini tournament to crown the final entry into the main event at Ascension!

Jim Reynolds: Savage motherfucker, Nicky! I like it!!

Backstage of the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum, Mr. and Mrs. Debaillion are by themselves inside of the Crusade locker room. While there’s still sometime before the main event of the evening, Damon Cross is warming up in his ring attire. He makes good use of the pull-up bar -- with Danni Anderson hanging onto him from behind. Her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist, she’s giggling along.

Danni Anderson: Come on! Lemme hear your battle cry!

Maybe she’s helping her husband warm-up for his match. Or maybe she’s just closely admiring his muscles. Either way, the pretty young thing is casually dressed sans footwear. There is a small pink fluffy jacket resting over the black leather couch nearby. This California girl isn’t used to the cold of Chicago winter. At least at their home in Fairview, the chill is milder and the mountains mask some of the wind.

Having Danni on his back isn’t the same as Leina for obvious reasons, but he still maintains a steady pace even with her latched on like the cutest koala ever. Through measured yet heavy breaths, he counts out each pull…

Damon Cross: Twenty-seven… twenty-eight… twenty-night…

Then he pauses and turns slightly to look at his wife out of the corner of his eye.

Damon Cross: Motivation, please.

With a giggle, Danni plants a big smooch on his cheek. Grinning, Damon makes the last pull…

Damon Cross: ...and thirty.

Before lowering himself down and letting Danni unlatch herself. Rolling his neck and shoulders, Damon looks and feels ready for his match later tonight… a match that could see him make a go at being a three-time World Heavyweight Champion. The importance is not lost on him. To think winning this mini-tournament would place him in the World Heavyweight Championship match at Ascension III with Tren Descarrilado, Dona Rotten, and his own wife… Danielle Debaillion. The possibility is certainly a grand one… and a bit of a frightening one. Speaking of, she looks up to him and smiles.

Danni Anderson: Do you wanna take a break? Unless you feel like you need another trial.

Rising up on the tips of her silk-covered toes, she kisses him -- this time with her lips over his. He returns the kiss but shakes his head after.

Damon Cross: I’d better save some energy for the match. No doubt my opponent will be ready if he’s aware of who he’s facing.

Before Danni can say a word, the door opens, and Leina Rael -- who is accompanied by Maricela Reyes -- enters the shared locker room. As always, the fourth-grader is wearing her biological father’s red hoodie along with the rest of her punk rock getup. However, her look seems a little…

Leina Rael: Mom, Pops, have you seen my gold mask? The one with the Latin cross over the left eye?

Maricela Reyes: I know she brought it with her.

…incomplete. It’s true, the little lady is rarely-to-never seen without Markus’ signature golden mask.

Damon Cross: Can’t say I have, sweetheart. It isn’t in any of our bags?

Knowing what it means to her, Damon takes a knee so he can look Leina in the eye, trying to help her remember in case she just misplaced it. A conflicted yet thoughtful look comes across his Princess’ face.

Leina Rael: Not the ones at the hotel. I was hoping that maybe it was somewhere in here.

Seeing as she’s already on the shorter side, Danni doesn’t have to take a knee to be face to face with their daughter. Just a little lean down.

Danni Anderson: We’ll help you find it, Li. Don’t worry!

Leina Rael: Okay. You’re still going to help, right Auntie Mari?

The Latina Painter gently squeezes her hand and smiles.

Maricela Reyes: Of course, mariposa.

Damon Cross: We’ll all help. I still have some time before my match.

The four nod in unison before they begin their search of the Crusade locker room itself. Slowly, the camera changes perspective.
We see a very similar shot to last week: The Devil In The Details Katelin Descarrilado already in her entrance garb sitting in a folding chair, staring off towards nothing. The cowl is down, there are no glasses, there's no mask... it's clear this isn't the same cold wife to the World Heavyweight Champion we've become accustomed to.

Katelin Descarrilado: "Last week solved nothing. I'm still in a rut. I won, but I figured I would. I won to absolutely no fanfare. It was to nothing, which normally isn't an issue to me. But instead of playing it off as "no one wanted me to win" or something along those lines... it just feels like the shine's worn off. None of my questions were answered, none of my concerns addressed. I won in what amounted to a piss-break match... and business moved on like normal."

Descarrilado shakes her head no in disbelief.

Katelin Descarrilado: "For many at Ascension, there are big chances at titles... feuds to be settled... the whole shebang. My husband's going to be in the main event with Danni Anderson. But to and for me? Even if I win tonight, the stipulation doesn't go into effect until after Ascension. The next seven weeks are still filler."

Katelin purses her lips before continuing.

Katelin Descarrilado: "There's still nothing truly important happening. The status quo remains. Nothing moves forward. Especially not the World Heavyweight Championship picture. In my case, as long as Tren holds that championship, I cannot challenge for it in any capacity. I've stuck by that since my in-ring debut ten months ago... but I feel like that's where I should be. Like that's the picture I belong in. But then I look at my four straight supershow losses, especially the WrestleWar and Invasion losses..."

Descarrilado looks up at nothing, jaw open as though she wants to continue. Her voice creaks just a little before she does, however.

Katelin Descarrilado: "...and it hits me that it isn't where I belong. I know what it takes to get to that promised land, but... either I don't know how to get there without fucking it up... or worse yet, I simply don't have what it takes to get there. It feels arbitrary, especially seeing as others were able to do what I did to far more success: the United States Champion Stacy Jones started out as just a damsel in distress for Matt Robinson to save. Former Undiputed Champion Emelie Sanclemente started out as a fledgling photographer. Former Genesis Champion Dona Rotten started out as Eddy Poe's husband. I know it can be done. Especially without stealing a briefcase."

Descarrilado finally looks back to the camera, pain in her normally neutral expression.

Katelin Descarrilado: "So why not let the devil get her due?"

After a pause to let her question sit, Katelin gets to her feet and simply leaves the shot, but not before tipping her chair over as nonchalantly as possible.

=Mariana's Trench Title Contender=

Alastair Frost vs. Rei Park vs. Sylvia Lopez vs. Katelin Descarrilado

Rei Park and Sylvia Lopez both charge across the ring. They hit Alastair Frost with dropkicks simultaneously, dropping him where he stands. Katelin Descarrilado moves to intercept but is caught by the speed of the other two and they hit simultaneous step-up enziguris. Katelin tumbles down to all fours and Rei jumps into a rolling side cradle.


Sylvia knocks Rei away and grabs Katelin by the hair, bouncing her head off the mat repeatedly with reckless abandon, feral ferocity in her eyes. Rei hits her with a dropkick that knocks Sylvia off Katelin. Alastair moves in behind her and executes a bridging German suplex on Rei.


Katelin gets up and takes a front guillotine on Alastair. As Alastair falls to his knees, Sylvia gets to her knees, crawls in and starts viciousl;y head butting Katelin until she lets go of Alastair. Sylvia goes all the way around Katelin with head butts and then does the same to Alastair. Rei moves in and Sylvia knocks her down with a head butt and then goes all around her with head butts as well. Sylvia gets the Lunatic Combination on Katelin, screaming as she goes. Rei jumps into a rolling cradle on Sylvia from behind.


Alastair gets Sylvia and hits the Chill Touch. He covers.


Rei hits the Poison Apple on Katelin. She covers.


Rei hits the Fire Soul on Sylvia. Alastair hits the Tactical Advantage on Rei. Katelin hits the God Botherer on Alastair. Katelin covers Alastair.


Sylvia hits a discus clothesline on Rei. Alastair hits the Tactical Advantage on Sylvia. Katelin pushes Alastair from behind into Sylvia knocking them both to the floor. She then grabs Rei and sets up End of the Line (Storm Cradle Driver) but Rei slips out and catches Katelin with Fire Soul (Gamengiri) dazing her, before scooping her up and hitting Burning Mandala (Spinning Brainmuster)!


Roger Arden: Your winner of this match, by pinfall, REI…PARK!!

Sylvia jumps onto the pile and tries to continue the assault on Rei. Security rushes the ring and Sylvia starts to attack anything that moves. She punches everyone until the last one slaps handcuffs on her. The security men all grab her and drag her out kicking and screaming. They take her to a quad car and Sylvia is rushed off to jail. Ronnie Lester rushes out to his rental car and quickly follows after them knowing Sylvia’s gonna need bailing out after that.

Nick Hanson: Rei Park won the match! She’ll be challenging Milisandre Crowthorne or Jonna Austin for the Mariana’s Trench Title at Reckoning Day but look at this! Sylvia Lopez has been carted off in a police cruiser!

Jim Reynolds: Good call!!! Get that batshit bitch out of here!

Nick Hanson: Mind what you say, Jim.

Jim Reynolds: Hey, I didn’t say the C word!

We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we can see Crystal Zdunich in her street clothes. She is wearing a poison ivy t shirt, jeans, and a pair of matching vans. A huge smile escapes her lips as she nods her heads in agreement and looks right into the lens of the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: Finally…

Crystal let’s some tears roll down her cheek as she nods her head passionately as she begins to speak some more.

Crystal Zdunich: Honestly I feel like a huge burden has finally been lifted. All of you cannot fathom how much I have been going through since I came to this company. It has honestly been a long road. I want to give a huge shout out to Jaymie Austin because it was definitely good to be in the ring with her. However from the bottom of my heart I just want to say that I feel like a huge burden has finally been lifted off of my shoulders.

More tears roll down her cheek as she just shakes her head and begins to speak more.

Crystal Zdunich: I have not had the best of luck since being in this company. I have lost every match as I dropped a huge match to Marilyn Matthews and even lost a huge all out feud to Cass Baumer. I had to endure watching my wife Alexandra Caldwell being traded to the other brand and it really left me questioning what was left for me here. I even wondered if I still had it in me to be a high caliber athlete but after finally breaking out and getting that much needed first big win. Damn does it feel so good.

Crystal wipes the tears out of her eyes as she shakes her head and continues to speak some more.

Crystal Zdunich: I needed that win to boost my confidence and honestly it showcased that no matter how bad things might seem. I am ready to take a stand and to stand on my own two feet. However as good as I am honestly right now I truly feel as if I am Vegeta from the Dragonball Super anime. I know in my heart at one point I truly was the best. Nobody could have told me anything. However over time little by little everybody just surpassing me and even though I make gains there is somebody out there who is one step ahead, somebody who is trying to prove that I really am not the best.

Crystal shrugs her shoulders as she looks right at the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: And one person who thinks they are better than me is River Chance. Last week she pretty much told the entire world that she can be in a poly relationship better than I can. Had security not come down to the ring she would have broken my neck. I have been getting fan mail all week and people have been telling me to be careful. That has told me that perhaps this might be a battle I don’t want to take. Well I have something to say to River.

Crystal licks her lips looking deep into the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: If you want to say you are the better lover. Fine, I will give you that. It’s no secret I have been involved in multiple divorces and my life has been equal to a train wreck. However, I didn't come to NFW to play relationship. I didn’t come here to talk about a love life. Oh no I came to be the very best! I came to be rose that never stops blossoming, and I came to showcase why I am a better wrestler than you! So bring everything you got but next time I will be ready. I won’t back down and I will show all of my blossoming roses that even though you might get trampled upon, it won’t ever stop you from growing. So this is where I grow and blossom into who I was meant to be… River I will be seeing you soon. Mark my words on that.

Crystal looks at the Poison Ivy shirt smiling as we go elsewhere.
The scene opens in an unknown location. The room is lightly lit, the main thing that stands out is Abigail Lindsay sitting on a makeshift throne. Sela Rica-Lark is sitting on her lap. Abi has one arm wrapped around Sela’s waist.

Sela Rica-Lark: Luck. Hm. It's such a fickle thing. Almost as bipolar as certain… individuals can act from time to time. Ah yes, so lovey dovey one second, but because you made this step and not that one, it turns on you like a monster of eldritch origins. Hehe, sounds like my kind of playdate honestly. But then it's also about perception isn't it? What is one person's bad luck is another person's karma.

Sela moves off of Abigail's lap as she looks off dreamily into the distance.

Sela Rica-Lark: We survived a war, just to be brought into an apocalypse. Does no one see the great irony? The physical and psychological torment that must be endured. By us no less. It would be beautiful if it weren't so pathetic.

Sela's face plainly moves back to the camera.

Sela Rica-Lark: The Valkyries have taken advantage of their luck for too long. The Kingdom has taken advantage of their status for too long. You all saw what happened on Trauma. You've seen what we have done to them in recent weeks.

Sela shakes her head as she begins to pace around the throne.

Sela Rica-Lark: And we are to fight the Valkyries one more time for a shot we should have rightfully earned for the ass kicking we gave them before Invasion. But no! We are put against them because they are heroes. And we…

Sela falls to her knees as she ends up in a stalking position behind the throne.

Sela Rica-Lark: ... are not.

Abigail Lindsay: “I hear the chatter. Abigail... where did your smile go? It’s tough to smile when it appears that all the hard work you’ve put in becomes a footnote in history. For over a year Sela and I have blessed the NFW Collison roster with our own brand of fun. No matter what we do. How many times we have beaten The Kingdom’s top two tag teams, somehow, someway, the spotlight always shines on them and why is that? They’re not more talented than us. There are a few bombshells within the group, lets face it, none of them measure up to us in pure beauty. Just seems fate always casts The Kingdom in an all glowing light no matter what. The Valkyries, a team we beat the last time we competed on Collision became the reason why the Invasion pay per view was set up to be a tie. Morgan... everyone's favorite Morgan. Had to go away due to what Milisandre put her through, came back, became the hero, now she has a wild card opportunity to become World Champion anytime she wants. The progress Unnatural Forces have made, all for nought. Somehow fate shines down on a blessed Kingdom. Should we expect Fate to intervenue tonight, make a way for Lilith and Christina to walk away with more riches?

Abigail Lindsay scoffs.

Abigail Lindsay: No... for once I am going to get what I want. Fate can take a backseat to the revenge that is owed to Sela and I. Gallus Mag tried to take us out. It would be more than fitting to be the ones to end their reign. Not The Valkyries. Ladies, you stand in our way. Lady Luck can bite me for once.

Sela Rica-Lark: It's time to deface the legend of the Kingdom one more time! And this time…

Sela brings a candle up to look into Abigail's eyes.

Sela Rica-Lark: ... there won't be enough left to protect the shattered remains of their legacy.

Abigail blows out the candle as the scene goes dark. The last sound heard is Sela's cackling laughter before the scene fades out.

=Tag Team Title Contender=

Salacious Intent vs. The Last of the Valkyries

Standing by herself, Chrissy Olson runs to the ropes and jumps off with a Flight of the Valkyries that lands her on both of her opponents at once.


Olson pulls Abigail Lindsey up and roses her through the ropes to the floor. As Sela-Rica Lark staggers up, Olson jumps on the turnbuckles and flips into tornado ddt. She holds for the cover.


Olson hops up and runs across the ring. Abigail gets to her feet on the floor and Olson diovs out onto her with a tope con hilo. Abigail goes down onto the floor. Olson jumps up and dives into the ring, catching Sela-Rica for a shiranui.


Olson heads to the corner and again and sets herself. Sela-Rica has started to get up when Olson jumps off looking for a meteora. Abigail comes in and catches her for a double knee facebreaker out of midair. Sela-Rica moves in behind her and hits Hurts So Good. Sela-Rica covers.


Abigail waits for Sela-Rica to sit Olson up and then hits the Serene Kick. Sela-Rica follows with Draw Suffering. She covers.


Abigail goes up and they hit Sensuous Destruction on Olson. Sela-Rica covers.


Roger Arden: Your winner, by pinfall…Sela-Rica Lark and Abigail Lindsay…SALACIOUS…INTENT!!

Just after they get their hands raised, Salacious Intent starts putting the boot to Olson. They get in two stomps before the Cro-Mags’ “Apocalypse Now” hits to grab their attention. Gallus Mag walk through the entryway, microphone in hand.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, tha bae enough feckin’ about then! Ye got yer shot now come take th’ baetn’ te bae deservin’!

Salacious Intent don’t have to be invited twice and the two teams immediately set to fighting even as Jonna Austin runs past them to the ring. She pulls Olson from the ring and helps to the back as security floods the area and pulls Gallus Mag and Salacious Intent apart before they can really start trying to kill each other properly.

As we cut back to the show the camera is seen backstage with Josh Davidson.

Josh Davidson: Welcome back to NFW collision, I am here once again backstage here to do an interview with…

He gets cut off as two men walk into shot behind him and Johnny Towers walks up next to him.

Johnny Towers: Oi Oi what do we have here my muckas its Josh Davidson, here to do an interview are ya?

Josh Davidson: Yeah I wasn't expecting you to..

Johnny Towers: No ya just didn't want me to turn up did ya? Course ya didn't, now while i'm here and in a good mood why don't you ask me what you are dying to know.

Josh looking around a little worried expression on his face clears his throat and takes a breath.

Josh Davidson: Well congratulations on your win tonight, now you will be going on to face the winner of the Ryan Peters Vs Damon Cross match, how do you feel about that?

Towers just laughs for a moment before grabbing a hip flask from his pocket and taking a swig out of it.

Johnny Towers: How do I fucking feel? I feel god damn excited, Jansen can take a beating I tell ya but ya see I was just so much better than Jansen at the end of it all, nice try kid. Now for the other match tonight, the main fucking event. Of course that donkey fucker is in the main event am willing to bet his fragile ego wouldnt alow him to be anywhere else on the card.

Josh Davidson: Well I have to ask, do you have a preference on who you want to win tonight?

Johnny Towers: Of course i fucking do ya dopey cunt, gotta be that afformentioned donkey fucker Damon Cross dont I, precious little twats been going around thinking hes the fucking king for far too long and I am gonna knock him back down to the mud where he belongs.

Josh Davidson: So you think you can beat Damon Cross in a one on one match?

Johnny Towers: Of course i fucking do ya… You know what, we're done here, Sid, Tyler do me a favor guys.

At a click of his fingers and a point at Josh the two men get behind him and pick him up making him drop the microphone and they carry him off, the screams of help echoing down the corridor till they get through a door blocking off the sound, laughing Towers bends over and picks up the dropped microphone before standing back up and turning to the camera with it in his hand.

Johnny Towers: Now thats out the way I am gonna keep this short and fucking sweet. Damon I have remembered every single time you have attempted to put me down since I got here and now I am going to take this away from you, not just your chance at the title but something a lot more precious to you…

Towers stares at the camera with a sadistic look on his face.

Johnny Towers: You think you saw all I had to give at the London Street Deathmatch you are wrong, there are many ways to kill a man, physically and mentally. I will be seeing you later on cross.

He throws the microphone to the side walking out of shot leaving the cameraman to turn off the camera and go look for Josh Davidson as we fade out.

=World Title Qualifier=

Ryan Peters vs. Damon Cross

For the beginning of the main event, Damon Cross came to the center of the ring and offered a handshake to the young newcomer, Ryan Peters. Ryan slapped the hand away and yelled at Damon to just come on already. Damon couldn’t help but smirk a little as he looked to ringside. Danni Anderson looked miffed at Peters’ reaction while Leina Rael proceeded to chide Ryan on commentary. The match finally started with a collar and elbow tie up where Damon immediately sought to take the opening advantage with a wrist lock but Ryan twisted out of it to apply an arm wringer. Damon reversed into a hammerlock but Ryan twisted out of it, beginning a series of chain wrestling exchanges between the two. Damon finally seized the first advantage by catching a kick from Ryan, spun him around and put him on the mat with a step in lariat. Damon picked Ryan up and went for a Snap Suplex but Ryan blocked the lift and slipped free. He ran off the ropes right into a Yakuza Kick from Damon who then followed up with a Snap DDT and turned him over for a cover.


Damon picked Ryan up, ran him off the ropes again and hit a Fireman’s Carry Takedown, transitioning right into a Crucifix Armbar. Ryan struggled around on the mat until he got his foot on the ropes, causing Damon to break the hold. Ryan rolled out onto the apron and started getting up but then Damon Cross came over to pull him back into the ring, he grabbed the Redeemer by the head and caught him with a Hangman. Ryan climbed up onto the top turnbuckle and came off with a Missile Dropkick. He popped up and grabbed Damon as he got up to his knees. Ryan put him in the corner and lifted him to the top, struggling with him back and forth before hitting an Avalanche Suplex. Peters rolled back on the landing, up to his feet and topped it off with a Penalty Kick to keep Damon down and dropped into a cover with a hook of the leg.


Ryan got back up and backed up, charging up for a move as Damon rolled onto his hands and knees. Ryan was looking for Stay Fucked (Curb Stomp) but Damon burst up, seeing the danger and caught Ryan around the waist as he came down, going right into an Greco-Roman Throw. Ryan hit the mat hard and Damon went right for him, pulling him up for the Black Crucifixion (Slingshot Falcon Arrow) but Ryan countered it right into a Cutter! Ryan came running in next for the Redemption Arc (Rolling Wheel Kick) but Damon caught his foot and held him down on the mat, locking on a Sharpshooter. Ryan screamed in pain as the ref checked if he was wanting to tap out but Ryan absolutely refused and tried crawling towards the ropes. He almost made it there but Damon walked him back towards the center. Ryan pushed himself up on his forearms and managed to roll and flip Damon over onto the mat and get his legs free. Ryan got back to his feet and went looking for Redemption Arc again but this time, Damon popped him into the air for the White Thunder Bomb (Pop Up Sitout Powerbomb). Damon got to his feet and began calling for the finish when he turned his head and noticed something on the stage.

Nick Hanson: What the hell is this?

Jim Reynolds: Hey, he’s back!!

Leina Rael: Yo, no way! Nuh-uh!

Nick Hanson: Johnny Towers? What’s he doing out here?!

Jim Reynolds: Scouting the match, Nicky! Finding out who his opponent for next week is gonna be!

Leina Rael: Watch from the back! Nobody wants him out here!

Sure enough, Johnny Towers came strolling out of the tunnel and onto the stage with a big smile on his twisted features. At the commentary table, Danni Anderson instinctively went to stand closer to Leina while Damon stared at Johnny, suspicious of his presence. Johnny approached the ring until he reached the end of the walkway right before the padding around the outside.

Nick Hanson: What’s that in his hand?

Jim Reynolds: Is that…?

Johnny brought up one arm, procured a bottle of whiskey and popped the cap off. He took a big swig before reaching behind him into the waistband of his jeans and brought out a very familiar looking golden mask.

Jim Reynolds: What the hell is that now?

Leina Rael: Hey…HEY!!! Th-that…That’s mine!!!! THAT’S MY DAD’S!!

Nick Hanson: What the hell is he…?

Johnny held the golden mask of the deceased Markus Rael - Leina’s biological father - showing it to Damon. Damon’s eyes went wide as he clearly mouthed to Johnny “what the hell are you doing?!” The crowd began to show confusion as Johnny proceeded to pour the whiskey over the mask. Damon leaned on the ropes, shouting at Johnny to stop whatever he was doing but Johnny dropped the now empty bottle and reached into his pants pocket, pulling out a torch lighter. The crowd started to protest as Johnny held the lighter up…pushed the switch to ignite the flame…

Nick Hanson: Oh my god, wait a minute!!!

Leina Rael: No…! NO!!!

Jim Reynolds: Is he really gonna…?!

Leina Rael: NO!!! NO NO NO!!!

Leina threw her headset off and jumped out of her seat, immediately trying to run for Johnny and the mask but Danni immediately grabbed her to hold her back. It didn’t stop her, however, from also pleading with Johnny from across ringside.

Danni Anderson: PLEASE, DON’T DO THIS!!

Johnny Towers simple laughed and brought the flame of the lighter to the mask, igniting the whiskey soaked mask which immediately went up in flames. As the flames rose, so did the anguished screams of both mother and daughter at ringside. Damon became livid and grabbed the ropes, about to get out of the ring but Ryan Peters had recovered from behind and grabbed him into a feint rollup, releasing him so he could pop to his feet. Damon rolled up onto his feet just as Ryan ran in and went for Redemption Arc again. Third time’s a charm as the kick hit him in the head and he went down. Ryan wasted no time, going for the cover!

Nick Hanson: Ryan Peters gets the cover!!


Roger Arden: Here is your winner, by pinfall…RYAN…PETERS!!!

Nick Hanson: Well congratulations to Ryan Peters but what Johnny Towers just did was absolutely disgusting!!!!

As the referee raised Ryan Peters’ arm, the camera focused on Danni and Leina, still sobbing hysterically over Johnny’s actions. Damon Cross rolled out of the ring, groggy and unsteady on his feet but it didn’t stop him from rushing around the ring to go after Johnny. The Ultra Violent Anarchist dropped the burning mask to the floor and sprinted up the walkway, right back through the tunnel with Damon in hot pursuit. Meanwhile, Leina finally broke free from her mother’s arms and rushed around the ring. She fell to her knees with the burning mask in front of her. Heartbreak and horror on the young girl’s face as tears streamed down her face. Also sobbing Danni Anderson hurried over and pulled her back into her arms, making her daughter bury her face into her shoulder to not look at the desecrated heirloom.

The camera immediately cuts to the backstage parking area where Tyler Brown and Sid Robinson are seen lounging about by a black sedan. They’re clearly in the middle of a conversation.

Tyler Brown: Right, so I’m sitting there at the bar and this lass walks in. Naked at the day she was born.

Sid’s in the middle of checking his phone when he hears this and looks up abruptly at Tyler with a face between intrigue and disbelief.

Tyler Brown: So she walks in carrying a poodle under one arm and one of them big fucking sausages in the other. Right big salami, yeah? Walks up to the bar and sets the dog on the table. Bartender says “Hello love. Suppose you won’t be needing a drink, yeah?” This woman looks him dead in the eye and she says to him–

BANG!!! The back door leading from the parking lot to inside the arena flies open and Johnny Towers comes hauling ass as fast as his feet will carry him.

Johnny Towers: SID!!! TYLER!!! START THE FUCKING CAR!!!!

Without needing to be told twice, Sid Robinson jumps into the driver’s seat as Tyler Brown opens the back driver’s side door then runs around to the front passenger side to get in. A second later, the door flies open again and here comes Damon Cross closing in fast on Towers. Sid fires up the engine as Towers dives right into the backseat. As soon as that happens, Sid guns the gas on the car and it goes peeling out of the parking lot just as Damon almost reaches it. The last thing he sees is Johnny Towers sticking his arm out the open door to throw him the middle finger before pulling the door shut. The credits begin to roll as the camera pans around to focus on the seething, enraged, absolutely FUMING Damon Cross’ face.