NFW Collision #135! 06/07/2022!

The camera finds Cameron and Shawn Worley standing together outside in the parking lot, neither one looking particularly happy to be there.

Cameron Worley: So them Astro Creeps done come in here and made them an impact…

Shawn nods gravely.

Shawn Worley: Yo, sho nuff did!

Cameron just shakes his head.

Cameron Worley: They got a whole mess of teams right from the jump, know what I’m sayin’? They picked they spot and got a whole mess of us then they come back and got Gallus Mag good… [/color]

Shawn nods gravely again.

Shawn Worley: Got them real good…

A frown that sits somewhere between sad and annoyed.

Cameron Worley: Shit, we ain’t even know if they comin’ back after that. Psycho done had her a major problem on live TV. They might not clear her no more after that. And Bruiser ain’t about to leave her wife home alone after that so…

Shawn looks at his brother like he’s crazy to even give the thought breath.

Shawn Worley: Hell no, she ain’t!

Cameron nods his agreement with that sentiment.

Cameron Worley: I hope that ain’t perm, know what I’m sayin’. Y’all come on back soon, hear?

Shawn nods firmly, a look of hope on his face.

Shawn Worley: Sho damn nuff!

Cameron waves his hand across the shot.

Cameron Worley: But that still leaves them damn Astro Creeps, don’t it?

Both brothers nod frmly simultaneously.

Cameron Worley: We done heard some rumblin’s ‘bout y’all. Gotta say, it’s a little unsettlin’ if you ain’t used to weird shit!

Shawn almost laughs.

Shawn Worley: Livin’ in the middle of nowhere in the woods, you see a few things.

Cameron nods.

Cameron Worley: But even we ain’t seen nothin’ like y’all. Y’all ain’t right.

Shawn shakes his head.

Shawn Worley: Ain’t right at all!

Cameron puts out a hand as if trying to show down a wave of approaching raiders on the run down the street.

Cameron Worley: Y’all out to do some shit ain’t nobody should be havin’ to worry about and y’all doin’ it just because you can and think it’s funny.

Shawn glares into the camera.

Shawn Worley: Ain’t nothin’ funny about it!

Cameron nods pointedly.

Cameron Worley: Damn right and we know it’s only just beginnin’ so what we aimin’ to do is nip this in the damn bud before it gets plum outta hand! We know it ain’t gonna be easy…

He pauses.

Cameron Worley: Hell, they gon be some tell us this is a suicide mission and we shouldn’t even try this but…

He shrugs and Shawn smiles.

Shawn Worley: We crazy enough to take the shot!

Cameron nods grimly.

Cameron Worley: Yeah, we damn sure are… so we’ll be seein’ y’all, bet on that shit!

Shawn nods darkly.

Shawn Worley: Sho damn nuff!
The scene opens showing a facility building with a caption appearing in the lower third stating, "Pilgrim Psychiatric Center: Brentwood, NY - 2012." The scene fades into what appears to be a waiting room in a lobby where a young Loree Merope is seated for a few moments until doctors arrive in the room.

Loree Merope: Doctor Savoy, why was I called here? Is something wrong? Is she alright?

The doctor nods to her.

Dr. Savoy: Yes, Ms Merope, we didn't call you here because Lorna was in trouble, but we wanted you to see exactly what is going on with her here at the hospital as well as to hear out a proposition. In the past, we've failed get any positive results from traditional treatment, but we've learned through trial and error that Lorna is more receptive to the more non-traditional. Come with me and I will show you.

Loree gets up, adjusts the lanyard with her attached visitor's badge, and follows the doctor alongside his colleagues through a door and down the hall. The scene changes to said hallway as the doctor continues speaking to Loree while they walk.

Dr. Savoy: We've found that entertaining Lorna and keeping her mind occupied is the best therapy for her as it keeps her urges at bay. The problems arise afterward as urges are urges and distractions can only go so long before they return.

The doctor opens a door letting everyone in before walking in behind them. The scene changes to inside the room facing toward a one-way mirror as everyone looks through it to the next room. In that room is a teenage girl with long, straight, brown hair is sitting on the floor holding a doll close to her.

Dr. Savoy: Ms Merope, as you can see, Lorna is very much at peace right now. The doll she holds had to be specially made for her after she destroyed the previous ones.

Loree looks closer into the room and gets a disturbed look on her face.

Loree Merope: W-why is the doll bleeding through it's clothing like that? That doesn't look very peaceful to me.

The doctor sighs for a moment before going into the details of the doll.

Dr. Savoy: Lorna was given dolls because she's a younger patient and we wanted her to have something to look to for comfort when needed as her family was not around. What happened was she would mutilate each doll in a grizzly manner each time we gave one to her. Stuffing pulled out during every... Episode. Also, she would always mutter this one rhyme when we'd come to get a destroyed doll from her, "Inside stuffed so insides out, It isn't real so hear my shout. It's fakey soft and doesn't bleed. Give me what I say I need."

Loree looks at the doctor while raising an eyebrow.

Dr. Savoy: I know, it sounds troubling, but I felt back then, and still do now, that she reaches out with her words. Gives us hints as to what she wants at the time. In response to her request, she now has dolls that bleed and staff changes the dolls out with her linens each day.

Loree Merope: Do I even want to know what those dolls have stuffed in them now?

Dr. Savoy: Raw meat. That's why we need to change them daily. At least she doesn't try to eat it and, while this setup is disgusting, she's actually improved each time we've provided for her what she's wanted. This brings me to why you were called here today.

Loree Merope: Oh? You want me to bring her stuffed meat dolls now?

Dr Savoy: No, not at all, don't be silly! Lorna has been taking to watching professional wrestling, of all things, and that's an industry you are just getting into. What should we do with her as far as that aspect of her life? My fellow doctors and I feel we can ween her off of some of the other comforts we've worked with her to provide.

Loree Merope: Oh, but of course! Maybe you can have the girl train to become a wrestler. Get some of that rage out of her system and attack your staff members and the poor soul who has to train her.

Loree laughs at her statement, but realizes the doctor isn't laughing.

Dr. Savoy: That's precisely what we were thinking we could do. Something more hands-on which would cause her longer time away from urges and, with wrestling, redirect those urges into something more constructive and positive. Who knows, maybe she'll one day be cleared enough to wrestle in an official capacity. I'm sure she's as big a fan of it to want to do that and cooperate. She's always wanting to watch it on the television when she has recreation time.

Loree Merope: I considered you jesting, but if you are serious, maybe one of my hired trainers can help train Lorna. You'd have to ensure me that she could not cause serious harm because I'm not putting any hired staff in jeopardy.

Dr Savoy: This, I can guarantee as we always monitor our patients even at times of recreation. So, then it's a plan and hopefully this helps Lorna to grow in the long term. Come, I feel it necessary she hear it from you instead of one of her doctors.

Loree nods and the doctors escort her into the room to talk directly to Lorna as the scene fades.
“Note to self… No more spoopy scary stuff…”

The door to the Crusade locker room opens and Danielle Anderson looks around while she’s standing in the doorway. Save for the usual furniture and a couple of personal belongings, the space is a little empty.

Danni Anderson: Oh… Sylvia’s not here. I hope she’s okiedokie. Maybe she’s warming up for her match? That… super-duper awkward tag-team match.

She glances around again, her sparkly blue eyes shimmering in the ceiling lights.

Danni Anderson: ...awww, the Awkward Alarm didn’t work.

The newest member of the Guardians finally steps into the shared locker room and takes a seat on the black leather sofa. She retrieves the TV remote and turns on the monitor. It is a wonder why Danielle is here when she’s not booked. Neither is her husband, nor their friends, La Lealtad es Todo. Her daughter isn’t even with her today. She sets aside her duffel bag, leans back against the smooth material, and lightly plays with her heart-shaped keyhole locket around her neck.

The TV was on some random channel showing a commercial when it was first turned on. As Danni sat and fidgeted with her necklace, the commercial ended. The screen is black for longer than normal, long enough for Danni to notice. As soon as her full attention was given to the screen it started to lighten. It went from black, to dark blue, to a clear ocean blue. Slowly the sounds of underwater bubbles and the calls of cetaceans started to slowly fill the locker room. Her eyes widen and she jumps to her feet immediately.

Danni Anderson: Oh, no. No, no, not again…

She swiftly darts around, trying to look for something, anything out of the ordinary.

Danni Anderson: It’s gotta be some kind of white noise or ASMR. There’s no way…

Her body language expresses tension and fear. She cradles her tummy as if it’s hurting. Seemingly from nowhere, a voice rings out in a sing-song tone.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Oh Danielle…

From the darkened showering area steps a robed and hooded figure. It takes a few more steps into the light of the room and just stands there. The shaded opening of the hood turned to Danni. It was as if an endless void was staring at her. The poor girl was frozen in place. Her mouth opens slowly, her lower lip quivers, and her eyes stare into the abyss. Her pink plaid skirt is just above her shaking knees.

Danni Anderson: ...no…

Her arms tighten around herself, her stomach hurting more and more.

Danni Anderson: I don’t wanna do this again! Please… please leave me alone…

Tears begin to well up in her dimming blue eyes. The figure just stands there staring, one can only assume, at Danni. As still as a statue, it stands there, not even so much as a sign that they are breathing. Once again, that voice seems to come from everywhere and nowhere all at once.

Milisandre Crowthorne: It’s rude to not only not accept but squander the help that a deity offers. We helped you to get over your fear. To grow beyond it. But look at you. Still a scared little girl. If you do not accept the help, you will be that forever.

The figure takes a few steps toward Danni. A slim, pale white hand reaches out from the depths of the robe to move a stray strand of hair away from Danni’s face. At the same time, a stray tear falls down her paling right cheek.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Do you want that? Do you want to be a scared little girl? Weaker than your ten-year-old daughter? What kind of role model is that?

The Sweetheart Esper’s eyes widen and another tear trails down, this time along her left cheek. Despite her paling complexion, there’s some bravery that’s trying to fight this.

Danni Anderson: Y-you leave Leina out of this! Just because she’s ten doesn’t mean she’s weak. She’s… she’s a lot stronger than most kids her age…

Finally, Danielle forces herself to take a step back, though her legs are quivering.

Danni Anderson: You… you didn’t make my trauma go away. Y-you made it worse! Ever since last August, I… I…

Milisandre Crowthorne: Everything I did, at his command, would have made you better. Your weakness and unwillingness to do what was needed is why you are where you are now. As far as Leina goes…

The figure removes the hood to finally show that it was, in fact, Milisandre Crowthorne. Her blond hair hung just below her ears as if soaked. She looks into Danni’s eyes with her own green orbs.

Milisandre Crowthorne: She is far stronger than you. You can’t teach or offer her anything with how you are. You want her to be better? Better yourself. Accept the help that has been offered. The offer won’t stand forever, though.

Danni Anderson: O-offer…? The offer to make my life a living…?!

Hell. She doesn’t get to say it, not when the sound of the ocean waves grows louder. There’s even a loud, unsettling noise that clearly rings in Danielle’s ears when her hands immediately cover them. She shakes her head and cries out in pain.

Danni Anderson: ...L-LEAVE ME ALONE!

Her stomach hurting and her ears ringing, Mrs. Debaillion quickly rushes out of the Crusade locker room, leaving everything else behind. Milisandre watches as Danni makes her hasty, unceremonious exit. She shakes her head, water flying from her hair. She replaced the hood of her robe and turned back to the black void doorway to the showers. Her chuckle fills the room as she walked through the portal. As the last of her robe disappears the TV shuts off and the room is left in silence.
Jonna was backstage in her gear and ready for her match against Katelin Descarrilado, the Silver Mountain Champion was sitting next to Harper Lee. The other woman hadn’t been seen recently, but it was nice to see her back with the champion. The dark-skinned beauty was on her phone in what seemed to be a business call. Based on the champion’s bored expression, the call had been going on for a while, and Harper mouthed a sorry to Jonna over it.

Harper Lee: Look, this call has gone on long enough. You obviously can’t, or rather won’t, meet the requirements and requests that were presented to you in order for Ms. Austin to make any appearances in your shows therefore the need for this conversation to continue is no longer. Have a good evening and enjoy our show with those front row seats I was able to arrange for you as Ms. Austin’s guest.

Jonna could be seen stifling back a laugh as Harper hung the phone up in the other person’s face. She had missed her friend’s snarkiness while the other woman had been taking care of some things back home, so it was comforting, in a weird way, to hear it again…especially when it came to the other woman conducting business.

Jonna Austin: Oh I’m sure I’ll be hearing some yelling tonight. But those idiots fail to realize that their misplaced anger fuels me. After all, so many of them want me to make appearances at their indy circuits or at their schools, and I don’t ask a lot in return…I never have, but few ever seem to want to give what I ask.

Harper Lee: Oh I know, honey. And compared to what you could ask for, especially now, a match against their top star in a main event or semi-main event, no matter the gender, or being allowed to teach a class rather than just being there to show one or two things really isn’t that big of a deal in my eyes. You’re not asking for money, you’re not asking for special accommodations or anything like that, but for some of them, they don’t want to see any male egos destroyed.

Jonna Austin: It’s their loss, not mine. Imagine how many students I could aid or the crowd I could help them bring in. But that doesn’t need to be my focus right now. Katelin Descarrilado, she’s my true focus for this evening. The rest of it doesn’t matter…for now at least. I suppose we’ll see how fast that promoter backtracks when he actually sees me in action live.

Harper let out a laugh, shaking her head at the blonde woman that she had gone to college with. The two sat in silence for a few moments before Harper’s phone began going off, causing the pair to roll their eyes as it did. When the dark haired beauty looked at the number, she rolled her eyes yet again and showed her phone to Austin who immediately snatched it when she saw the name and number of the promoter that Harper had hung up on only minutes ago. She answered the phone without a second thought, putting it on speaker in the process.

Jonna Austin: Look bitch boy, Harper already told you that if you won’t agree to the minor stipulations I have with making an appearance on your circuit then don’t bother talking to her. I don’t ask for much…fuck, I don’t even ask for money to make an appearance! How many professional, prime time wrestlers would actually do that?! Not many that I know of!

Promoter: Oh! Uh..Ms. Austin, I wasn’t expect—

Jonna Austin: No, I guess you weren’t, were you, fucker? You were hoping for Harper in the hopes of pushing her around and making the appearance happen. Tough shit for you, but neither one of us are pushover bitches like you hoped for.

Harper Lee: I tried to tell you that the conversation was over, Mr. Vickers. You insisted on calling me back, so now you get to deal with Ms. Austin herself.

Harper sent a smirk towards Jonna then leaned back in the chair, motioning towards the champion that the promoter was all hers.

Mr. Vickers: Oh no, not at al—

Jonna Austin: I’m going to stop you right there. Your pansy ass isn’t allowed to backtrack after all the bullshit you gave Harper a little while ago. What your dumbass may not realize is that when it comes to business deals for me, I’m always right there and hear it all.

Mr. Vickers: O-oh…we-well I didn’t…I did-didn’t mean any disrespect earl-

Jonna Austin: Oh just shove it up your sexist, dick stroking ego. You meant exactly how you acted! You’re more worried about protecting you supposed best wrestler rather than risk the chance of their ego being hurt when I beat their ass. Now then, if you want to see what a real fucking wrestler looks like, pay attention to when I go against Katelin Descarrilado tonight. And like Harper told you earlier, enjoy those front fucking row seats we got arranged for you. I promise it won’t happen again for your punk ass.

Harper chuckled as Jonna hung the phone up in the man’s face yet again The two women just looked at each other, half expecting the man to call for a 3rd time, but neither were surprised when the phone didn’t ring again.

Harper Lee: Lord when will these idiots realize not to fuck around when it comes to you?

Jonna Austin: When the world ceases to spin? We both know how these fucktards like to do…it’s one of the reasons I like NFW so much. Luthor, Isabella, Imogen, and Steven aren’t worried about stroking egos; they just give shit to you straight. If you don’t like it then tough shit, don’t let the door hit you where God split you…or rather do let it hit you here lately.

Harper Lee: Y’know…with the mood you’re in, I almost feel bad for Katelin…almost though. Maybe if she were my client, I might feel bad, but she’s not so there’s that. Come on, now that you’re all fired up, let’s keep it that way so you can show dick face and everyone in that crowd why you’re the Silver Mountain Champion.

Jonna nodded and slid Harper’s phone back towards her. The women got up from where they had been sitting and made their way down the hall, the scene fading out as they faded from sight.
Hayley Halsey is absolutely not happy when the Collision cameras come on her. She removes the NFW Perseverance Championship from around her waist and slings it over her shoulder. She even has some temptation to want to hit someone with it, but in this instance, she decides to try to maintain a calm attitude… or at least as calm of an attitude as she can. Still, as she begins to express her thoughts, Hayley has nothing but rage pouring through her.

Hayley Halsey: It is now time for the latest HAYLEY REPORT and it’s SO OBVIOUS that NFW wants to FUCK ME IN THE ASS TONIGHT! Are you freaking kidding me? Did KATIE ANDERSON leave behind DRUGS in the offices of the powers that be? Because being high off of PILLS has to be the ONLY way they could even THINK that having Cass Baumer and I team up tonight would be a good idea! You idiots in charge know that I can’t stand her. WHY WOULD YOU DO THIS? IS THIS FOR SHITS AND GIGGLES, HUH? You want to play a GAME? Is that it? Well this isn’t SAW, ASSHOLES! There is no GAME to be played! You’ve wanted to sabotage my Perseverance title reign from the start! Period! I wish you fucking assholes would just come out and admit it!

By the way, SOON, we will have the STACY JONES COMMEMORATIVE RETIREMENT EDITION of the Hayley Report, so be on the lookout for that.

But you know what? I will tell you why NFW decided to strap on the damn dildo so they can SHOVE IT UP MY ASS! They are doing this because they are MAD! They are doing this because I used my special power to put HUGHES in the next Perseverance title match to make it a triple threat. Hey, it’s not MY fault that you included that clause in a champion’s contract. Hell, it’s definitely not my fault that you have such STUPID rules in that the Perseverance title HAS to be defended in multi-person matches. I exploited your loophole the way a STRIP CLUB would EXPLOIT Seleana Zdunich…

…to my ABSOLUTE PLEASURE by the way…

Um… anyway…

Hayley takes a brief pause while she gets back to being angry.

Hayley Halsey: You fuckers in management think it’s FUNNY to throw me in there with that BATSHIT LUNATIC Sylvia Lopez! Sylvia belongs in a PADDED ROOM, not a fucking wrestling ring. You’re really going to risk my LIFE throwing me in there with that psycho bitch? Of course you would because you’ve wanted to fuck me from day one. Now, as for YOU Dane Preston! You’re WELCOME! Because if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn’t have beaten ASS BOOMER. Perhaps you COULD’VE been that third person as a result of your win but OOPS! SORRY! I already filled that spot and therefore, you are going to just have to wait. Actually, nah I’m not sorry about that. But hey, at least you get the chance to beat up Cass for the second week in a row and that’s going to be nice.

As for me? Why should I team up with this bitch? Why should I help her win? I want to make her life miserable. I want to make sure that she never tries to fuck me again. What do I have to GAIN from this besides a win, huh? Why do the powers that be even come up with STUPID ideas like this? At the end of the day, it won’t matter because one way or another, I AM GOING TO HAVE EVERYONE TALKING ABOUT ME! Ugh, I’m going to need a damn shower after this because I feel so dirty having to even TEAM with that woman…

Hayley further expresses her anger as she walks over to the door. She opens it and then tries to slam the door shut. Unfortunately, she tried to throw the door so hard that her title falls on the floor right in the door’s path and the door snaps back and nails her right in the face… further pissing her off.

Hayley Halsey: YOU FUCKING DOOR!!!!! I’LL KICK YOUR ASS!!!!!!

She kicks the door and it flies off the hinges. Hayley picks up her title and leaves as the scene fades out.
The scene fades to a dark room with former Genesis Champion Katelin Descarrilado sitting in a chair. In a sentence, her attitude can be described as "I don't need this in my life right now."

Katelin Descarrilado: At least in New Frontier, what was fifty days as Genesis Champion really worth? A year long losing streak on NFW pay-per-view? Having the reason you're even here in the first place up and leave even though that's one of the two baskets you put all your eggs into? Seeing the one person you thought you once had the one-up on beat you clean then flourish from the unemployment line to now being the number one contender to the title you should have been the back-up plan for in the first place?

Descarrilado shakes her head no.

Katelin Descarrilado: Was... was fifty days as a holder of a belt that isn't even on Collision anymore worth all this? Because I don't think so.

Katelin shrugs a bit out of resignation. She honestly seems like she's about to start crying, which... yeah, that's something.

Katelin Descarrilado: ...but hey, at least NFW still has one Descarrilado, right? And now that one Descarrilado faces the current top champion of the brand in what amounts to a sparring match for the both of us. I don't become the number one contender to the Silver Mountain Championship if I win, and Jonna doesn't gain anything if she wins, save maybe some momentum.

She tilts her head a little to the right, letting out some sarcasm. A rarity from this woman.

Katelin Descarrilado: You know, like how Crystal Zdunich gained all that momentum just to do nothing on Reckoning Day. Way to make me feel better about myself there.

Again, Katelin shakes her head no, pursing her lips before finishing. It's clear her heart isn't in this.

Katelin Descarrilado: Look, I'm in a rut here. I know I'm in a rut here. That's not changing tonight, I don't believe. Therefore, all I ask of you, Jonna? Make it quick.

Descarrilado rises from her chair and simply leaves, leaving her Zion Wrestling Chance Briefcase right next to that chair.
Daedalus: Aren’t you going to eat your food, Pisces?

The Astro Creeps are sitting at a table in a strange house. The lighting is dim and the air is hazy. The cicadas can be heard outside. Pisces sits with her head slouched like a child. A bowl with what can only be described as slop inside is set in front of her at the table. The rusted handle of a spoon pokes out of it, resting on the rim of the bowl. Daedalus is sitting across from her with a carefree smirk on his face.

Kosnar sits adjacent to them both. The steak and mashed potatoes on his plate look a bit more appetizing, until you see the flies buzzing up from them eagerly. Kosnar doesn’t seem to notice as he cuts into the meat and nearly takes a bite. He stops, putting his fork, which could match the rusty spoon of Pisces, back down on his plate. He looks at Daedalus, peering through the single eyehole of his mask, which could pass for Jason Voorhees’ mask in Friday the 13th Part 2.

Daedalus: What’s the matter, Kosnar? Aren’t you hungry?

He giggles.

Daedalus: Well, you could at least eat your cornbread.

Pisces and Kosnar both seem to perk up. Daedalus nods knowingly.

Daedalus: Yes, we like our cornbread, don’t we?

The Astro Creeps nod slowly as Daedalus turns towards the camera. It moves, as if it’s been bumped, then returns stable as it focuses. Daedalus frowns.

Daedalus: Keep that thing steady, Tempest. We don’t want to be rude to our guests.

His eyes narrow as he returns his attention to the task at hand.

Daedalus: Hello. I’m sure you’re wondering just where it is that we’ve taken you. I can assure you, as you’re probably already aware, that we’re not anywhere in the arena.

The Creeps behind him have lifted their heads up and are eerily watching from behind him, keeping still.

Daedalus: I’d like to welcome you to Gnaw Bone, Indiana. It’s the world’s most violent and best kept secret. None of the New Frontier’s camera crew were willing to make the trip, so… we had to improvise a little.

He grins briefly as the camera suddenly spins and the blurry mask of Tempest stares into it coldly. The mask comes into focus just as he spins the camera back around to focus on Daedalus.

Daedalus: Montague is lurking around here… somewhere. Probably in the Underlook. Anyway, don’t think you’re not all invited to the farmhouse. You know what they say…

From behind the camera, you can hear Tempest clear his throat and do his best to try to quietly divert Daedalus from saying what he’s about to say. Daedalus ignores him, mimicking the Crypt Keeper’s voice almost perfectly.

Daedalus: The Morgue the Merrier!

Tempest sighs audibly behind the camera as Daedalus breaks into Crypt Keeper-like laughter. Behind him, Pisces and Kosnar share a brief ominous gaze, before turning back towards the camera silently. Daedalus suddenly stops and abruptly slams a fist against the table.

Daedalus: My Astro Creeps are hungry in the New Frontier! And feeding us slop and spoiled meat isn’t going to cut it. Our patience is wearing very thin. We want the good stuff! We want cornbread! And we want it now!

Pisces and Kosnar pick up their rusty silverware and begin rhythmically pounding it on the wooden surface of the table.

Daedalus: We. Want. Corn. Bread. We. Want. Corn. Bread.

He says it softly at first, nearly a whisper. As he repeats it, his voice grows, and so does the pounding behind him.

Daedalus: WE. WANT. CORN. BREAD. WE! WANT! CORN! BREAD!

Until he’s screaming it, the hair on top of his head trembling and his face darkening with color.

Daedalus: WE WANT CORNBREAD! WE WANT CORNBREAD! WE WANT CORNBREAD!

The sound of him screaming and the Creeps slamming their silverware is nearly deafening, but just as suddenly as it started, it stops. The echoes linger for a few seconds, but the farmhouse is silent once again. Daedalus is staring into the camera. Pisces picks up her bowl of slop and tosses it in a tantrum. The sound of glass breaking can be heard off camera. She and Kosnar stand and glare into the camera.

Daedalus: Worley Brothers… We understand that you can give us all we can handle. And we like that. Don’t think perseverance is honorable though. Not here. No… In Gnaw Bone, Indiana… and in the world of the Astro Creeps, perseverance doesn’t bring honor. It brings only horror. You’re staring into the abyss, Worley Brothers. And the abyss stares also… into you.

He pauses, and briefly smiles, before opening his mouth wide and beginning to scream… or shriek… or roar… whatever it is he’s about to do, the audio and picture are cut out abruptly. Leaving the screen black for a full ten seconds before returning to the arena.
We open up in a wide shot, showing a familiar estate, The Castle. We’re just outside of the gates, showing the entire massive property on the other side. We move inside of the gate and head towards the forest where we hear a familiar giggle of Arianrhod. We continue through the forest, following the laughter as we head deeper and deeper into the dense trees. Finally, we stop at an opening, one that looks familiar to people from last year when Asmodeus battled Arianrhod and helped to bring Lilith Meadows back. We see the candlelight in the entranceway fire up like magic as the staircase leading down begins to light up.

The laughter echoes in the chamber before us as the camera heads down inside, heading down the carved out steps. We see all the little sculpted shelves that hold the candles. We make our way further down the steps, heading far below ground and once we hit the landing, there we see a room carved out that has blankets, pillows, and a chest. We see tree stumps carved into chairs and one carved into a bench. In the center of the room, we see a homemade pool filled with crystal clear water. The water begins to shift and move as out of the water, we see Arianrhod emerging. She steps out, her wet hair matted down over her mask and her wet clothing clinging to her body. She has a sadistic grin on her face as she walks over to a hidden doorway and grabs a remote.

Arianrhod looks around the room as the camera follows her eyes and we see different places where explosives were planted along the walls and ceiling. She walks past the camera as it turns and we follow Arianrhod back up the steps and out of the hideaway. Once outside, her giggles turn into maniacal laughter.

Arianrhod: Morgana, you think you have the upper hand, but we are the one conducting the band. This spot is special to the two of you, but now it is time to destroy the view.

As she finishes up, she presses the button on the remote and explosions are heard coming from inside of the hideaway as we begin to hear dirt falling and finally the entrance way collapses in on itself as Arianrhod claps her hands and just laughs before she snaps her fingers and in an instant, she’s gone, leaving us with the visual of the collapse as we fade out.
The pre recorded scene opens in the parking lot of Vlad Blackheart Colosseum. The tag team champions, Salacious Intent, are sitting firmly on their motorcycles.

Abigail Lindsay: Where oh where have the Second City Riot Squad been, oh where oh where have then been?

Abigail shakes her head. With a sigh she continues.

Abigail Lindsay: Our esteemed number one contenders have been in witness protection it feels. Not a peep. Not a word. Two weeks ago they could have done the cliche thing of attacking us before the match to assert themselves, hard to believe they have become the silent type. With the amount of chaos running rampant in NFW, the tag division has been rather calm. We’ll change that soon enough.

Abigail and Sela look at each other. Both share a mischievous look between them. Abigail then returns her attention to the camera to conclude her thoughts.

Abigail Lindsay: But in the meantime the main event calls. Round two with Thicc Attack. Ladies. You backed up our esteemed opinion of you the last time we stepped in the ring. Brought quite the fight. Jessie felt it necessary to give you a second chance with a much bigger spotlight cast. No one can argue Salacious Intent is better. A fact as natural as breathing. Where my interest lay with our second dance is finding out exactly what you learned. Have you evolved in two weeks? What lessons did you take away? Are you more determined than ever to show us that you’re worthy of sharing the same ring with the best team in the industry right now? Don’t disappoint me ladies. I hate being disappointed.

Abigail wags her finger. She nods to Sela.

Sela Rica-Lark: As do I quite frankly. When we met in the ring, two weeks ago, I was convinced back then that you two were a legitimate threat to us. You came up sorely lacking and it made playtime far less enjoyable.

Sela shrugs a little.

Sela Rica-Lark: I suppose that all could still come later, but as it stands you don't seem all that threatening anymore. I don't feel like I'm guaranteed to have fun with you. And with SCRS choosing to be MIA, this little tryst of ours makes me less amused.

Sela huffs with an indignant breath.

Sela Rica-Lark: But you two have another chance to prove me wrong. And it would be massively unwise to make me look that fool again because I want to play. I have to play. So if you come up lacking, you will instead be put on the shelf when I'm done with you. Your broken parts laid up like a message to my other toys and everyone else who walks into my parlour: do not bore me, do not fool me. You will live to regret that and the mercy of release will never come foe you.

Sela growls and lashes out quite suddenly at the camera.