NFW Collision #132! 05/17/2022!

Backstage, the camera finds the Cornbread Mafia all standing together in a hallway.

Cameron Worley: No, Bubba, y’all know you got a match tonight with Sylvia Lopez, right?

The big man just at his cousin.

Big Bubba Thompson: I do…

Shawn smirks.

Shawn Worley: Y’all knows this ain’t just gonna be go out there and hug her like a damn puppy, right?

Again, the big man just nods slightly, starting and then stopping as confusion sets in.

Big Bubba Thompson: Why not?

Cameron and Shawn laugh amusedly.

Cameron Worley: Cause, big man, this ain’t no friendly get together, it’s a wrestlin’ match.

Shawn Worley: And Sylvia Lopez ain’t no hugger like that…

Cameron shrugs.

Cameron Worley: Well, she can be, just not tonight.

Shawn frowns.

Shawn Worley: She can?

Cameron Worley: Well yeah, when it’s Ronnie Lester, Danni Anderson, Damon Cross or little Leina…

Shawn nods in acknowledgment.

Shawn Worley: Right… sorry…

Bubba just looks between his cousins, not sure what to think.

Big Bubba Thompson: So… what do I do?

Cameron pats him on the shoulder.

Cameron Worley: You just go on in and have y’all a wrestlin’ match, Bubba. Sylvia’ll definitely be rarin’ to go!

Shawn nods pointedly.

Shawn Worley: Fo sho!

Bubba nods happily, suddenly excited by the prospect.

Big Bubba Thompson: OK!

Cameron nods and they start walking.

Cameron Worley: You just do your thing and everything gonna be just fine.
Celebrating in the ring, Sylvia Lopez is beside herself after winning a hard fought match against Big Bubba Thompson. Then the lights go out before the now too familiar lit fuze sizzles across the video screen, leading to an explosion of pyro around the entrance stage. The sound of a gunshot and a car peeling out, then the opening guitar riff for No Resolve’s “UNKILLABLE” shred across the PA speakers.


Strutting out to the ring with his arms outstretched, one in front, the other behind him, Dane Preston slowly makes his way out onto the entrance stage.

Nick Hanson: Dane Preston, fresh off his victory last week against Crystal Zdunich, has a microphone in his hand on the stage!

Jim Reynolds: Great, what’s this guy want now?

Dane Preston: Cut our music!

The music dies off as some fans have begun to chant ADULT SHIT, ADULT SHIT, bringing a shy smile to the face of the NFW newcomer.

Dane Preston: Two weeks ago, we nearly came to blows, Sylvia. And over the course of those same two weeks we’ve both walked away from our matches with a W under our belts. But you see, we’re here to make our presence both known and felt. And, well, we don’t think you feel us yet, not quite. So, we decided to do a little digging. Some homework if you will. We just HAD to know what made you tick. Why does the C word trigger your batshit energy? Lo and behold, what do we find?

Dane pauses as he reaches behind his back to pull out what looks to be a very old book.

Dane Preston: Before we go any further, we come bearing gifts. Now, we’re sure you know what this is, don’t you?

Damon sets the book on the grating before him, slowly pacing around, meanwhile Sylvia is beside herself in the ring.

Dane Preston: Settle down, you can pick this up on your way back to the locker room. You see, it’s no secret that Johnny Towers destroyed your coveted copy of Dante’s Inferno, and while we’re sure you stumbled across a new copy, did your new copy happen to come with copies of Purgatorio and Paradiso? All three printed in the late 1800s? Yeah, judging by the drool we see forming at the corners of your mouth, we’re guessing not.

By this time, additional security had already swarmed the ring, blocking off the entrance ramp, preventing any physicalities such as those that occurred during the pair’s first meeting. Sylvia has come unglued, there’s no telling what she wants more, Dane’s throat or that book in her hands.

Nick Hanson: Sylvia is absolutely incensed right now.

Jim Reynolds: Like him or not, Dane Preston’s got moxy, that’s for sure.

Dane Preston: Easy there babykiller, no need to blow a gasket.

Nick Hanson: Oh…no….

Dane Preston: Too soon? Heh. For someone who covets Dante’s Inferno the way you do, one would think you already know that there’s a special circle of Hell awaiting you for what you did to Stacy and Matt.

Jim Reynolds: Okay, I give up. That man has a deathwish.

Sylvia slingshot herself through the top and middle ropes, only to be caught by security, who keep her at bay.

Dane Preston: That’s right. We know all about you, Officer Lopez. We also know all about your stints in Bellevue. But what you may not know about us, is that we’re an ex-convict ourself. A life was lost many years ago and we paid the price for that loss. Five years of our life, spent in San Quentin State Prison. We knew some depraved COs and some fucked up cops while we were locked up. But none of them ever attacked a pregnant woman and caused them to lose their child!!!

Let us assure you, Sylvia, after learning about how you came to be known as the Bellevue Banshee, we’d recommend you rethink that moniker. Because that’s no badge of honor! That’s a badge of SHAME! We want you to think long and hard on this Sylvia. As we said when we first came out, we’re here to make our presence felt. DO YOU FEEL US NOW?!? You had good and godsdamned well better… If you think Mother Dearest was bad growing up, you’ll find that her torment and depravity doesn’t even begin to scratch the surface of what we’re capable of visiting upon you. Tick tock goes the clock, Sylvia, enjoy some light reading while you still can…

With a smirk plastered from ear to ear, Preston tosses the microphone over his shoulder, his eyes not leaving Sylvia for a second, as security keeps her at bay. Then Dane stomps on the book he set out for Sylvia, who had begun scratching and clawing her way out of security’s clutches as Preston slowly backpedals with finger guns aimed at the Bellevue Banshee before he disappeared behind the curtains.
We cut to… somewhere. Backstage? It doesn’t seem like it. But it could be somewhere in the building. Or another building entirely, which seems to be more likely.

A concrete cinder block wall serves as the background. A short, intelligent looking man stands on the dirt floor, peering with a smirk. Heavy footsteps can be heard off camera, as well as the sound of a bag being dragged, presumably behind the footsteps.

A single, night-filled window can be seen behind the man. The lighting is dim, but bright enough to illuminate the surroundings within the room. Abandoned dirty dolls, old newspaper clippings, and forgotten desks and chairs litter the dirt floor.

The enormous frame of a man appears from the right side of the screen, a black mask covering his face, and a blood-stained navy blue jumpsuit covering the rest of him. He is indeed dragging a bag… a body bag. He unclenches it, leaving it just feet behind the shorter man, before joining him in front of the camera.

Daedalus: Hello. Some of you probably know who I am. But for those of you who don’t, let me properly introduce myself… and my creatures.

His smirk widens to a grin as the body bag stirs behind him.

Daedalus: My name is Daedalus, and I am the architect of the Astro Creeps… Who are the Astro Creeps?

He shrugs and looks down at the ground briefly. The body bag stirs.

Daedalus: The Astro Creeps are Tempest and Montague Cervantes in UGWC. In New Frontier Wrestling? Unfortunately, you have the unenviable task of dealing with the much less friendly half of that faction.

His eyes flick to the side at the enormous monster next to him. The body bag stirs.

Daedalus: Meet my ever evolving monster, Kosnar. The illegitimate grandson of Allen Kosnar, a marine who had a bad feeling in his gut and backed out of a naval flight training exercise. The exercise later became known as, Flight Nineteen. I’m certain that most of you are too uneducated to know the significance of that flight, so I suggest you look it up.

The body bag stirs. Kosnar turns and kneels next to it. The sound of a zipper fills the haunting room, and the porcelain face of a woman can be seen as she sits up like the dead. She turns over and crawls next to Daedalus, wrapping an arm around his leg as she sits. She holds a teddy bear that’s spattered with blood. And her night gown is stained with dirt. She gazes silently into the camera and Daedalus chuckles.

Daedalus: And this… is Pisces. A gift from the Dark Man. She was quite the talkative one, at one time. Snarky, some might say.

Pisces’s eyes shift to Daedalus as she rises to her knees. He doesn’t seem to notice.

Daedalus: Now, our poor, Porcelain Princess, has no voice, and she must scream. Do any of you have any idea what it’s like, keeping all of the anguish, all of the pain and torment, bottled up inside you because you don’t have a voice? Because you were silenced?

Pisces stands full height and glares at Daedalus. Kosnar stands from the ground and pushes Pisces backwards lightly, giving her a warning glare of his own. Daedalus giggles again.

Daedalus: So, I’m giving her a voice… through violence. I’m giving her a platform in which she can release the anguish and the torment that she’s been unable to release. And it happens to be… here, in the New Frontier.

The Porcelain Princess’s head tilts to the side as she stares into the camera.

Daedalus: Many may be wondering why we’ve chosen here. What’s the grand scheme behind our appearance last week? And I answer: There isn’t any. We are simply dogs chasing cars, and yours happened to look the most delicious, so we kept chasing. And now, here we are.

He takes a moment to display himself, Kosnar, and Pisces, before clasping his hands in front of him. He looks thoroughly pleased with himself.

Daedalus: We wanted to see who would be so shocked by our presence that they only watched in frozen terror, and who would be looking for a fight. It seems that the Cornbread Mafia are always looking for a fight, according to their reputation.

Daedalus grins as his creatures continue gazing into the camera almost lifelessly.

Daedalus: In a slasher film, does anybody know what happens to the fellas, or gals, who are running around, looking for a fight?

His grin abruptly disappears and he raises his voice like a teacher telling his children an obvious answer that they all missed.

Daedalus: They die first! And in the newest chapter of the New Frontier, the Cornbread Mafia will do just that… they’ll… die… first.
As Cass Baumer walks down the hallway, she turns to walk off-screen when the camera pans to see Zoey Madison sitting down on a table. She’s wearing a black crop top, black mini skirt, and black heels. Her hair is tied in a ponytail and checking her nails. Her nails is black along with her makeup. She lowers her hand and gives off a little devilish smirk on her face.

Cass Baumer: Oh God, Zoey…? You’re on the wrong show.

Zoey gets off the table and put her arms behind her back. She walks up to Cass and walk around her like she was a prey.

Zoey Madison: Really…? I didn’t know that. But I did say on Twitter that NFW and its shows are going to be my playground. I guess you can say that everyone is going to be my toys.

She giggles and moves in front of her and gives off another smirk.

Zoey Madison: The only reason I’m here is to talk to you.

Baumer takes a deep breath, then looks down and puts a hand on her hips. Cass’s body type’s much less curvy than Zoey’s, though Baumer’s still a few inches taller.

Cass Baumer: Alright. I’ll take the bait.

Cass shrugs with her arms gesturing.

Cass Baumer: What do you wanna talk about?

Zoey gives a slight giggle before tilting her head to the side a bit. Her smile went to a anger look.

Zoey Madison: The way you acted towards me on Twitter, Baumer. Do you have ANY idea how badly you hurt my feelings? Hmmm? DO YOU?

She giggled and turned her back. She walks towards the tables and sits her butt down on it. She put one leg over the other and checks out her nails.

Zoey Madison: Hmmm…I need to get a pedicure. My nails need touching up a bit.

She smiles while looking at her nails even more and not paying attention to Cass.

Zoey Madison: Needs updating, but oh so pretty, aren’t you?

She looks back at Cass and rests her open palms on the wooden table.

Zoey Madison: You know, I’m really the forgiving type, Cass. All you have to do is women up and apologize to me face to face.

Cass sighs.

Cass Baumer: Look. I’m sorry, alright? You caught me at a bad time on a bad day.

Zoey gets a smile on her face and walks towards Cass. She giggles evilly and tilts her head a bit.

Zoey Madison: See? That wasn’t so hard, was it?

She walks past Cass and stops. The lights start to flicker. She turns around and blood starts to drip from her mouth and her eyes. She looks up and giggles as blood drips from the ceiling and falls to cover Cass. Baumer yelps, screaming in mortified shock as the viscus red fluid covers her almost head to toe!

Zoey Madison: There will be no paradise for you, Cass. You think you know me? HAHAHAHA! You never did.

That’s when the lights go out and Zoey is gone from the scene. Once she does, Cass looks absolutely disgusted, her brown hair now looking blood red as she makes a face. Slowly, she walks back to the showers whispering obscenities to herself as the trail of blood follows her every step.
We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we open up on Crystal Zdunich. Her eyes seem to be wandering. She has a look of frustration on her face as she slowly gazes into the camera.

Crystal Zdunich: So long behold here we are. It looks like it is time for another edition of Collision and to be honest I am extremely upset.

Crystal scoffs as she shakes her head in disgust and continues to speak.

Crystal Zdunich: Things didn’t really go the way I had envisioned them on the last edition of Collision. I was put into an opening match against a newcomer based on the fact that he wanted to fight somebody else. To be quite honest its bullshit and I could stand here and complain about me but it looks like I have another match ahead of me. Standing in front of me this week is Katelin and I know she will try to do everything in her power to break me down.

Crystal shakes her head.

Crystal Zdunich: To be honest I have already been felt like I have been broken down. I am looking for something to get me going. Something to turn my entire career around. It’s been rough but if there is one thing I do know. It is the fact that through hell or high water I can’t afford to give up. Not now and certainly not ever. So you can rest assure I have something in the tank for Katelin tonight.

Crystal sighs as she speaks some more.

Crystal Zdunich: I honestly will do what I can. Will it be enough?! I don’t have any idea but what I do know is after losing to Dane I need to bounce back. All of my heart will be left in that ring tonight… Mark my words on that!