NFW Collision #133! 05/24/2022!

Before the opening reel even runs, the camera opens up on the General Manager’s office. Collision GM Jessica Clarkson-Morian paces around back and forth, tapping her fingertips together. She’s an absolute nervous wreck and that’s plainly obvious on her face.

Jessica Morian: Ohhh. What do I do, what do I do? None of this was expected! I don’t know what to do! Mr. Brody!

Jessica turns sharply, pleading eyes looking off screen. A moment later, NFW CEO Steven Brody steps calmly into frame, putting a hand up.

Steven Brody: Hey, hey. Jessie? I need you to take a deep breath. Go on. Deep breath in…

Jessica lowers her hands, closes her eyes and takes a deep inhale.

Steven Brody: And deep breath out.

Jessica lets the breath out. Visibly calmer, she opens her eyes and looks at the CEO again. Steven looks right back at her and lowers his hand, nodding.

Steven Brody: Now. You’re the General Manager. What are you going to do about this?

Jessica taps her finger tips together, thoughtfully.

Jessica Morian: Okay. Alright. We need a champion.

Steven Brody: We do.

Jessica Morian: We don’t have a champion.

Steven Brody: We do not.

Jessica folds her hands together and nods. She looks up at the CEO again.

Jessica Morian: Okay, so–

Steven Brody calmly, politely gestures for her to address the camera. She blinks, adorably even, before looking directly into the shot.

Jessica Morian: Next week, on Tuesday Night Collision, the main event will be a fatal fourway! The competitors involved will be…uhh…Dona Rotten…Danni Anderson…Morgan Payne…and Milisandre Crowthorne!

She smiles, actually satisfied with her decision until she sees some concern on Steven Brody’s face.

Jessica Morian: ...No?

Steven Brody: Well, no. It’s a fine idea. What about Jansen Myrrh? Perhaps make it a five pack challenge?

Jessica’s eyes go wide and she raises her hands to stop her boss.

Jessica Morian: Oh!! No no no!! Because…yeah, that’s right! Because, the winner of next week’s main event will be going to Reckoning Day on June 28th to face Jansen Myrrh!

Steven Brody: I see. And then the winner of that match…

As Steven trails off, Jessica nods excitedly.

Jessica Morian: Will be crowned the new NFW World Heavyweight Champion! What do you think, sir?

Steven rubs his chin and smirks.

Steven Brody: That’s very good, Jessie. I like it.

Jessica lets out a little squeal, even bounces on her feet a bit before looking into the camera with a sudden confidence on her face.

Jessica Morian: Ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to NFW Tuesday Night Collision!!!
The show starts and the fans are cheering and chanting NF DUB! At the top of their lungs for a moment before the lights go off and the screen goes to static.

Nick Hanson: What on earth?

Jim Reynolds: Can someone in the back fix the screen?

As he says this, an anarchy A appears on the screen and a voice is heard around the arena.

Voice: This message is brought to you by the people of The Townsend Firm.

The Anarchy A dissolves from the screen and the fans start to boo as Johnny Towers is seen on the screen flanked by his two friends Sid Robinson and Tyler Brown. All three men stare at the camera a moment with a smirk as they can hear the boos coming from the arena.

Johnny Towers: How much changes with time, I am here tonight in my first match back since my world title shot and I am placed in front of River Chance. Now what is all that fucking about? I am the one that got screwed over and now I am facing someone who quite fucking frankly aint worth my time, getting put up against another one of the fucking Kingdom.

Towers spits to the side with a look of disgust on his face.

Johnny Towers: The fucking crusade, The fucking Kingdom you fuckers in your little cliques like it is going to protect you, just look at that pathetic excuse of a former World Champion you had. Mother fucker ran with fear in his eyes with the prospect of having to lose his title to me, after all of his blustering about wanting a one on one match and he pulls this cowardly shit. So all i got to say is is goodbye and dont let the door hit you in the fucking head on the way out.

Towers takes out a hip flask out his pocket and takes a swig out of it before putting it back in his pocket.

Johnny Towers: So River you get your head together, you fucking come to fight because if you dont come at me anything less than one hundred percent I will fucking end you. I am not in the mood to be fucked about with so make sure you are fucking ready. Talking about fucking ready make sure you and your people come out to those four seats and see your future unfold in front of you.

He makes a sign to cut the camera and the screen goes to static.
We cut backstage. Daedalus stands between Pisces and Kosnar. Daedalus is wearing a dark green and black suit with a dark green tie. Pisces is wearing the same dirty nightgown we saw her in last week. Kosnar is in a black jumpsuit, breathing heavily as he glares from behind his mask. Daedalus is smirking.

Daedalus: I know what you’re thinking.

He pauses, letting the silence linger.

Daedalus: You’re thinking one of three things: One. I’m afraid of these people. Two. I’m afraid of these people but I won’t let that fear control me. Or three. I’m not afraid of these people.

He counts on one pale hand as he lists the thoughts of those in NFW.

Daedalus: We’ve heard the phrase ‘I’m not afraid of you’ an awful lot. Please…

He holds out the same hand, as if silencing a room full of noisy children.

Daedalus: Spare us. We know who’s afraid of us and who isn’t. Anyone can sit behind a computer keyboard and gleefully stir the pot and claim to be a journalist. I’d be curious to see how bold Ms. Hayley Halsey would be if she were locked in a room with Pisces, however.

A hateful grin spreads on his face. Beside him, Pisces seems to have awakened a little, tilting her head to the side.

Daedalus: You said it right though, Ms. Halsey. You would be asleep, at least for part of it. Not because you were bored, but because your mind would refuse to accept the things that you were experiencing. It would shut down. And when you woke? We would be there, reminding you of how unafraid you were.

Pisces sways slowly from side to side.

Daedalus: There are those who admit their fear. Sathariel is the result of what we do. We reside in your minds. Mentally, we break you. Sathariel wouldn’t be what she is without the Astro Creeps. The Children of Nephilim didn’t create her, as much as they’d love to take that claim. We did. The Children were just waiting with open arms.

He spreads his hands submissively.

Daedalus: Hey. They’re opportunists. It’s an admirable trait. We’re not mad at ya.

He winks sarcastically. Kosnar is watching quietly next to him.

Daedalus: Then there are those who truly aren’t afraid of us at all. Like the Cornbread Mafia. I knew when I saw the looks in your eyes that you weren’t afraid of us. And guess what? We like that. We like it so much, in fact, that we’re going to show you just how horrific we can be. Stay tuned, boys. And don’t look away, no matter how gory it gets.

He cackles like the crypt keeper on a Saturday night. And the scene fades to black.
The scene opens up in the parking lot right as the tag team champions, Salacious Intent, roll up on their motorcycles. Sela donuts in place a little before pulling up beside Abigail, with Sela facing away from the camera. Sela’s giggle is heard under her helmet as Abigail removes hers.

Abigail Lindsay: Finally, sweet Jessie Clarkson realized her tag team champions aren’t just paid to sit around and look pretty. We could have done the easy thing and made an example of the roster... with the way me and Sela cut a swathe through the tag team division, forcing management to put out a flier for new prey for us to have our way with. Allowing the rebirth of the tag team division to happen is more conducive; we are going to be champions for a while. Of course it makes sense to allow nature to take its course. Obviously these two forces of nature will enforce theres.

A sadistic smile forms on Abigail’s face.

Abigail Lindsay: Just so happens one of Jessie’s new hires will step into the ring with us tonight. The layman would have you believe, Thicc Attack, why do they get to stand in the ring with the tag team champions so soon in their NFW tenure, didn’t they fail to win the contendership in their debut? Factually yes, but me and Sela dearest see what the layman can’t. For example, you look at Salacious Intent, see two hot chicks, we don’t look the least bit threatening. All of our opponents by now know better. When we look at you Thicc Attack we don’t just see two thick women. Your name is on brand. Bravo. We view you as a challenge, a perfect way to test ourselves in our first match as the tag team champions of the world. I haven’t been this excited in a while. Be grateful we hold you in high enough esteem to shower you with appropriate praise. Don’t be mistaken. While we like you, we’ll still devour your essence. There is one constant ladies... this division... this company belongs to Salacious Intent. Get used to it.

Abigail blows a kiss at the camera.

Sela Rica-Lark: Yes, yes, we’ve all been impressed by Thicc Attack’s fights so far. Illuminating would be a better word for it. They’ve been quite the hard-hitting team. That means they like to play. That just makes things even better!

Sela lifts the visor on her helmet up finally.

Sela Rica-Lark: Do you get how much respect that is coming from me? From us? To acknowledge anyone else as being a threat is something we don’t simply give away. We knew we could overcome Gallus Mag, we’ve both been around each other quite awhile. We knew each other that well. Thicc Attack has been on quite the different level.

Sela smirks as she begins to walk her motorcycle around.

Sela Rica-Lark: But… what you need to understand is, respect, acknowledgement and being on a different level doesn’t make you ready for us. It just means we are going to be that much more serious in our match with you because we have to be. So while we will still be playing, understand that this is just as serious as anything else we have ever done. As serious as we take these titles. This isn’t just another fight. This is a proving ground for you Thicc Attack. But you’ve walked into the wrong parlour this time.

Sela giggles as she revs her engine and speeds off down the lot's ramp. Abigail tears off after her before the scene fades out.
We cut backstage as we see NFW’s Trauma interviewer, Dakota Winters, making her way down the corridor and she reaches the locker room belonging to her partner, Collision’s own “Bellevue Banshee” Sylvia Lopez. Winters is about to enter the room when she hears what can only be described as a whipping noise coming from inside along with muttering that she can’t quite make out. She then opens the door and is met with the bare back of Lopez, it’s bright red and littered with lacerations with some of them bleeding and in the Bellevue Banshee’s right hand in a tight grip is a leather belt. To the shock of the interviewer, it’s become clear that Lopez has been whipping herself with said belt.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia is evil!

THWACK!!!

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia does not deserve happiness!

THWACK!!!

Before Sylvia could raise the belt again, Dakota grabs it and pulls it free from her girlfriend's grasp, tossing it aside and tears coming down her face as she looks at the lacerated back of Sylvia.

Dakota Winters: Sylvie, what in the world are you doing to yourself?!

Lopez is silent for a few moments, her head down with her hair covering her face.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia must pay for what she has done! Sylvia is evil!

Dakota just wraps her arms around Sylvia, just embracing her and holding her close. She brushed the hair out of Sylvia’s face and just looked her right in the eyes and kissed her softly on the cheek.

Dakota Winters: You are far from evil, my Banshee. You're an amazing person.

Sylvia Lopez: You heard what Preston had said Sylvia did! Only monsters do things like that! All Sylvia does is cause people pain and suffering! Even now! You are crying! Sylvia has hurt you too! Everybody around Sylvia would be better off without her!

Dakota Winters: I'm only hurting because you are. I hurt for you. I don't know what I would do without you. I love you, Sylvia Lopez.

Dakota smiled softly, leaning in and giving Sylvia a gentle kiss on the lips before she wiped the tears from her own eyes.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia didn’t mean to do those terrible things she did! Sylvia cannot explain why she did them, but she didn’t mean to do them!

Dakota Winters: All of that stuff is in the past. In the here and now, you're a fantastic person. You're MY girl and I love you for who you are and I'll never, ever leave you. I promise.

Lopez slowly nods before wiping some of the blood from her back and she stares at her smeared hand.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia no longer wants to be here! Sylvia would like to go home!

Dakota Winters: Let's get out of here then.

Dakota grabs Sylvia by the hand and gently lowers the woman's shirt back down over her back. She smiles sweetly as she leads Sylvia out of the room as the door closes behind them and we cut elsewhere.
“Chaos is my Life” is still playing after Johnny’s match, Sid and Tyler having joined him in the ring. The ringside seats set aside for Damon Cross and La Lealtad es Todo remain empty and a half-amused, half-irritated Johnny demands a microphone, gesturing for the music to stop.

Johnny Towers: Fucking typical, ain’t it? Should’ve known that after all that big talk that Damon and his buddies would puss out! What’s the matter, Cross?! Can’t face a fight head-on?! You only wanna jump in when our backs are turned, eh?!

The fans boo hard, and not just from the off-color comments of the Ultraviolent Anarchist! Clearly the Collision fans are very much behind Cross and his proteges in this war, not that Towers gives two shits about their opinion! Sid and Tyler egg on the reaction while Johnny demands that the camera be directed at the empty seats.

Nick Hanson: And that, fans, is what you call revisionist history! How many times has Johnny and his cronies sneak-attacked and tried to willfully injure or end the careers of another?!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, no one told Damon to get butthurt when Johnny showed up to lay down some truth! Damon got called out and didn’t like it! He started this!

Nick Hanson: Been shoving your face in the Kool-Aid bowl, Jim? Johnny tried to get some cheap attention by calling out most of the roster and he ended up biting off more than he could chew!

Jim Reynolds: Really? If he’s on the back foot, where the hell is Cross and his goons?!

That’s what Johnny would like to know, too, a rare moment in which he and the fans are in agreement as there’s a “Crusade” chant going on, much to the Londonite’s dismay!

Johnny Towers: You still want to venerate that fucker?! He doesn’t even have the stones to show up after saying he’d be here-

But Towers is cut off by “Wolf Totem” by The HU! Sid and Tyler ready themselves for a brawl, but even as La Lealtad es Todo’s video plays on the big screen, the group themselves are nowhere to be seen! The fans are pumped, though, and that increases as the spotlights find Juan and Javier Cortez, Carmen Viviana Esquivel and Damon Cross making their way toward the ring through the crowd! Towers and his boys spot them and stand ready to fight as the foursome reach the guardrail near their reserved seats!

But immediately there are boos as security starts swarming ringside, getting between the railing and the ring to keep a fight from breaking out! Johnny smirks at the arrival of the black-shirted detail and Damon looks them over for a moment before shrugging and gesturing for a microphone. One is tossed his way and he hands it off to Carmen!

Carmen Viviana Esquivel: It’s called fashionably late, Senor Towers. I know manners aren’t your strong suit, but there’s really no need for name-calling.

Smooth as silk but with plenty of fire in her eyes, Carmen is staring at the ring, specifically at Towers, with an expression of pure distaste. Juan grabs the microphone next, not quite as tactful as his future sister-in-law but more than able to get his point across.

Juan Cortez: Yo, this wanker talking shit, Jave. Hell you make of that?

Javier Cortez: He’s just sore still, hermano. I mean, we beat this piss outta him an’ his novios a couple weeks ago. S’what happens when your mouth overloads your ass, ya heard?

The brothers knock fists while Sid and Tyler seethe in the ring. Johnny, on the other hand, won’t be baited. He sits on the second rope, pushing up the top strand, gesturing at La Lealtad to come on in and fight!

Johnny Towers: ’Course, we’re lookin’ right at your beaner asses right now, ain’t we? So come see if you can make lightning strike twice! Oh, wait…

Exaggeratedly looking at the security, Johnny shrugs and stands from the ropes, waving negligently at their enemies on the other side of the metal and wall of humanity.

Johnny Towers: ...forgot about your protection. My bad. That IS why these goons are out here, you know: to protect you lot from me and mine. But it ain’t gonna stay that way, fuckers. I promise you that. You’re gonna wish you never stuck your beaks in our business to save your punk-ass friend over there!

Johnny points right at Damon when he says that. Javier ain’t having it.

Javier Cortez: Put some fuckin’ respect on the jefe’s name when you say it, puto, ‘fore I come in there and turn your ass wrong-side-out!

Cackling, Johnny holds the ropes again… while Carmen and Juan keep Javier from trying to fight his way through security to get at him. Damon, however, takes the microphone now and stares up at the ring.

Damon Cross: You don’t get it, John. You never did. And I’m tired of trying to teach you. Security isn’t out here for any other reason than to protect an investment.

A firm hand on Javier’s shoulder finally seems to calm the young man down. Damon whispers something in his ear, then in Juan’s, and the brothers nod as Damon steps to the front.

Damon Cross: We’re out here for one reason: a challenge. Collision #134. You three… against us three. Head-on, no bullshit. And if you want a little something more to sink your teeth into, how about this?

He hands off the stick to Carmen, flanked by the Cortez brothers.

Carmen Viviana Esquivel: You and your boyfriends win, unlikely as that may be, and you get to pick what kind of match you and Senor Cross will have at Reckoning Day. However, as is far more likely, if we win… then Senor Cross will get to make that decision. Now, confident as you act and sound, Senor Towers, I’m sure you can see the sense and profit in… postponing hostilities until then?

Backing up a few steps, Johnny confers with Sid and Tyler, the conversation getting a little heated before he steps forward again.

Johnny Towers: Fuck it. You’re on!

And the fans are all over the idea: a six-man tag to decide the match type at Reckoning Day between Towers and Cross! Johnny is smirking as his threesome leaves the ring, heading up the ramp… and no doubt already plotting. Damon and La Lealtad leave the way they came as the cameras turn back to Nick and Jim!

Jim Reynolds: Well, they just signed their death warrants, Nick! At this rate, they won’t make it to Reckoning Day, much less Collision #135!

Nick Hanson: Your lack of faith is astounding, Jim! But no matter who comes out on top, that match is gonna be a war!
Collision cuts to NFW Perseverance Champion Hayley Halsey as she holds her championship over her shoulder. She’s in a beaming mood coming off of the release of her so called “Hayley Report” release over the weekend and she’s definitely got so much to be amused by as she begins to speak.

Hayley Halsey: What a WEEK, right? Did you all see what happened to ASS BOOMER last week? That was amazing! Her being covered in blood? Now THAT is something to be happy about. Perhaps when I have to defend my title against that BITCH, I’ll be the one leaving her covered in blood. After all, I would have every reason and every justification to do so considering that she’s making THREATS over Twitter. I have some STATS from the latest Hayley Report to share with you all. Based on UNBIASED RESEARCH, 85% of people that read the Hayley Report LOVED IT! They think it’s one of the best things in all of wrestling! 92% of all readers are on MY SIDE! I don’t know what “BAUMERIZED” means… it sounds SEXUAL… I’ll say that… but the fact of the matter is that the Hayley Report drew RATINGS!!!!!!!

And THAT is what matters! I AM the most must see champion on Collision! In fact, I am now the LONGEST REIGNING SINGLES CHAMPION on Collision because that’s how EPIC and AMAZING that I am! In fact, Jason and I celebrated my unbelievable accomplishment by having NON-STOP SEX! Anyway, let’s not get TOO of track… there is some REAL news to report here because unlike the BAUMER REPORT, MY report is REAL journalism! You don’t get it do you, Cass? Everything and ANYTHING that YOU can do I can do better… WAY BETTER! Focuk your “Baumerization” BITCH…

You’re on track to being HALSEY’D! You think you DESERVE a shot at me? You don’t… I don’t even know why you got a chance in that contender’s match weeks ago considering I beat your ass last time! This whole “Baumerized” thing is merely some stupid, pathetic compensation on your part because you’re still bitter about the fact that in our last match… I PWNED YOU! Yeah…. I said it… PWNED YOU! I also read your response to my report… and I’ll address that… next week… TO YOUR FACE!!!!!

Hayley takes a pause and has a confident smirk on her face, almost as if she is scheming something. She pulls a folded piece of paper out of her pocket and unfurls it.

Hayley Halsey: And here’s something ELSE that I need to report. On this paper is a poll! A SUPERMAJORITY of NFW fans WANT the Perseverance title to go back to being under triple threat rules! Prior to… you know… that whole ‘Griffin thing’... you, more than ANYONE, Cass, should know that this title is ALWAYS defended under triple threat rules. I can’t believe I am saying this but… we SHOULD go back to that!

A few scattering cheers are heard, but most of the crowd is confused that HAYLEY of all people would suggest such a thing considering her noted cowardice since she won the title in the first place.

Hayley Halsey: I am a CHAMPION OF THE PEOPLE! I LISTEN TO THE PEOPLE! Are you telling me that by being SELFISH and wanting me one on one SO bad that you are NOT a wrestler of the people? Do you really hate your fans THAT much? Come on Cass! BE like me: BE A FIGHTING CHAMPION! This is something else that we can talk about next week, ya know? I’m extending you an invitation, ASS BOOMER! I want you in the middle of that ring for a special HAYLEY REPORT SPECIAL INTERVIEW with the one and only CASS BAUMER and… well… we can talk about the shit that you said in response to my report. We can talk about how we can go back to the way the Perseverance title is supposed to be! We can work this out! We can be civil! No threats! No bullshit! You get me face to face as long as you agree to NOT get violent!

The ball is in your court BITCH! Listen to your fans! Do the right thing! Show that you’re NOT the coward I KNOW you are for ONCE because unlike you, I am BRAVE, I am BEAUTIFUL, I am AMAZING, people pay to see ME… and if you fuck with me, Cass… if you even THINK about getting violent… I WILL knock you the FUCK OUT!

Do the right thing…

I’ll see you next week… if you aren’t such a chickenshit…

Hayley just smirks and leaves the scene, shredding the paper she pulled out of her pocket as the scene fades to black.
We open up backstage where we see Amanda Thorn standing by in the interview area with the Collision logo in the backdrop.

Amanda Thorn: Please welcome at this time, Christina Olson.

Christina walks into the shot now, her now pink hair up in a braided ponytail, wearing jeans and a pink tank top as she smiles and nods to Amanda.

Amanda Thorn: Christina, it’s been just about a month now since you faced Arianrhod and things didn’t go so well for you. You did bounce back by pinning Hayley Halsey on a recent episode of Collision, but people are wondering, where do you go next?

Christina Olson: Honestly, I’m still trying to figure that shit out myself. I don’t know, I could challenge Hayley for her championship, but what have I truly done to deserve that?

Amanda Thorn: Well, I’d say by pinning her, you earned that right and the fact that you’re one half of the longest reigning Tag Team Champions, I’d say you’ve more than deserved it.

Christina shakes her head, looking right at Amanda for a moment.

Christina Olson: Yeah, but I don’t feel like I deserve something like that, not yet at least. Nah, I have to find someone, a woman who can push me and make me better, someone who loves to fight just as much as me. Crystal Hilton, I’m callin your ass out. I want a fight, specifically with you. What do ya say? Think you can handle a tag team specialist and survive me? I know you like to talk your shit, but it doesn’t matter because I know you’ll end up accepting and soon, I’ll show everyone that I deserve everything I’ve gotten in this business.

With that, Christina winks at the camera before walking off and the scene fades out.