NFW Collision #137! 06/21/2022!

The scene opens with a flash of white light that quickly fades to darkness. A shadow of a figure makes it's way out from the background into a spotlight which shines down onto a microphone on a stand. As the figure comes into the light, it is revealed to be Lorna. She walks up to the microphone and grabs the stand and mic together pulling it toward her.

Lorna: AAAAAAAAHHHHHH!!!

She screams loudly through the microphone to annoy the audience on purpose. She laughs... and snorts, of course. She pauses for a moment, lets go of the mic stand which wobbles a few times before returning to its resting position. Lorna then grins with sincerity, yet due to the setting and it being Lorna, it only comes off as creepy. She stops smiling and returning the smile repeatedly several times before pulling the mic and stand to her yet again.

Lorna: I'll have a cheeseburger with an order of fries! Don't forget the box with the prize! AAAAAAAAHHHH!

Lorna smiles, laughs, snorts, and laughs again. Something catches her eye, but isn't seen which results in her smile to be wiped from her face. She once again releases the mic and stand watching it wobble back into position again. Lorna begins to look annoyed while nodding her head before pulling the mic and stand again. The music in the background of the scene fades in every so faintly being recognized as Melancholia... Her theme.

Lorna: Tonight will be the execution of the decision. Victory for me is all I envision. I destroyed the last opponent with quick precision. Like a sad piece of flesh and I was the incision. I foretold the outcome so everyone knew. Came to fruition in front of everyone's view. You see, I like to do whatever I want to do. I'd like to take everything away from you. Championships, trinkets, a leg, an arm. They're decorative to me so don't take alarm. I take a piece of you and make it into a charm. A memento, if you will, of bringing you harm.

Lorna smiles, but keeps the mic up close before continuing.

Lorna: Tonight, in the ring, you'll see your Lunatic. New Frontier showed me something; a new magic trick. Booking was who did it without a little stick. The ending was impressive; oh yes, it was slick. Waiting for the next show at home in a room I sat. My manager on the phone next to that Ibbie brat. The booking was announced and then just like that... NFW management pulled a rabbit from a hat!

Lorna's smile turns dark and sadistic.

Lorna: I'm being serious, but yes, it does sound funny. Nothing I have planned tonight is even close to sunny. I'm in this for the violence, not so much for money. Watch me plick and pluck the ears away from that bunny. Victory over her tonight will solidify my role. I'll try not to hurt her bad when trying for this goal. Don't want to turn her diamond face into a lump of coal. Lest she lose her living dancing in that rabbit hole.

Lorna laughs and snorts and laughs again. She lets go of the mic and stand which shoots forward further than before and snaps back toward her almost hitting her, but she instead catches the stand, drops the mic, then bends down to pick it up. After coming back up she scrambles to fit the mic back into the stand, but eventually succeeds.

Lorna: Yes, tonight is indeed execution of a decision. I only wish I could fight without those doctors' supervision. Blood would spill and bones would break with the greatest of division. Lorna's loose in the Coliseum, must be time for Collision!

Lorna bows to her audience who is not heard. The camera pans around and shows their tables and chairs, but they're not immediately visible. In each chair is a mannequin head pinned to it by knives through their foreheads. Oozing out of each wound appears to be raw, bloody meat. Lorna is heard laughing in the background as the scene and music slowly fade out.
Collision cuts to a makeshift studio where the NFW Perseverance Champion Hayley Halsey is sitting behind a desk in front of a dilapidated banner literally hanging by threads that says “Hayley Report” on it. Hayley sets the championship on her desk while Hughes just stands by. Hayley is not in the best of moods as she begins to express her thoughts.

Hayley Halsey: Welcome to the next edition of the HAYLEY REPORT… where I am glad to report that ALEXANDRA CALDWELL IS SECRETLY ON THE ROID JUICE! You heard it here first! You ever wonder WHY she’s so muscular? It’s the STANDOLOLOLOZEBRAZOL…. Um… however you pronounce that steroid. She is also rumored to be on AMPHAROSPHETAMINES! In another rumor, Seleana Zdunich wants to meet me at the mall! It’s GOING DOWN! And by down I am talking about Seleana… with ME on TOP!

In other news, the SECRET CONSPIRACY has been revealed regarding the tag match two weeks ago.

Hayley takes a pause as Hughes presses a large book on the desk. Hayley reveals a loose leaf, poorly drawn cover with “CONSPIRACY FACTS” written in red marker. The loose leaf paper falls off the book revealing that the book is merely a copy of “Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire” with “Emma Watson sucks ASS” written on it for some reason.

Hayley Halsey: Um…

Hayley tosses the book away resulting in some glass shattering off-scene.

Hayley Halsey: It was CONSPIRED that Sylvia Lopez and Cass Baumer had engaged in a CORRUPT BARGAIN to ensure that Cass and I would SOMEHOW win that way I could look bad! Yeah, you heard it here first! A wrestling FIRST! A WIN used to CONSPIRE against the GREATNESS of Hayley to make ME LOOK BAD! I never wanted to team with that UGLY WITCH ASS SKANK! And you know, it’s something when she’s on the Twitters talking about… who fucking cares, ya know? They CONSPIRED against me, period, in exchange for Cass handing Sylvia a Perseverance title shot IF she were to pull a miracle against Hughes and I and god forbid win the title herself.

For absolutely no reason at all, a scorpion drops from the ceiling causing Hayley to freak out, scream, and flip over her own desk. The desk is destroyed but somehow the scorpion makes it out of the scene unscathed.

Hayley Halsey: WHO THE FUCK DID THAT?!??!?! IT WAS YOU, WASN’T IT CASS? YOU DID THAT! IT’S THE BIGGEST CONSPIRACY SINCE WATERGATE DAMN IT! You’re trying to play mind games with me! You’re trying to fuck me! I know it! You think this little prank of yours is going to work well it’s not because what is going to happen to you, BITCH, is that this time in a tag team match you are NOT teaming with me and I am NOT going to be here to CARRY YOUR ASS! In fact, I’d say YOU are the one that’s about to be fucked up the ass because I actually HAVE a tag team partner that I KNOW is going to kick some ass. Reika Park is a BADASS BEEOTCH! Oh she’s a KILLER, Cass! You couldn’t withstand her! Meanwhile, YOU have to be the WEAK LINK! I’d say I feel sorry for Jonna Austin, but she’s a butt ugly bitch and therefore, I can’t and she probably takes pills just to make herself look bigger. Jonna, I am so sorry that you have to team with that… that THING! But what I am not SORRY about is BEATING YOU! You see, you may be a champion, but you are NOT the longest reigning singles champion on Collision today you butt ugly ass She hulk looking BITCH! I mean, who’s your mom? JURASSIC PARK!?!?!?! I am the longest reigning Collision Champion! I ran *BLEEP* out o…

Hayley pauses in confusion.

Hayley Halsey: What the hell? Did they just bleep me? I’m not allowed to say Gr-*BLEEP*... oh for fuck’s sake… but I can say “FUCK” right? OF COURSE I CAN BECAUSE THEY ALL WANT TO FUCK ME! GOD! ANYWAY, I have RAN people out of NFW, Jonna. Sure you are the Silver Mountain Champion and all, but I’m MOUNT EVEREST BITCH! You can’t conquer me, especially since you’re about to be dragged down by Cass Baumer!

Now as for my tag team partner, and Jonna’s future challenger. Well… don’t fuck me. That’s all I ask. DO NOT! FUCK ME! Because if you do, then you would clearly be in on the CONSPIRACY TOO! Let's go, Hughes. We have to take care of She-Beast and Witch Hazel…

Suddenly, the dilapidated “Hayley Report” sign breaks and nails Hayley right in the face.

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

Hayley rips off the sign and throws it on the ground before she leaps up and gives it a body splash. Hughes just shrugs and walks away from this while Hayley beats up the sign, using the chair she was sitting on. She gives it an elbow drop… for some reason… and the scene abruptly cuts to black
The camera walks into a private gym where two people are shown working out. They were discussing strategy, as the cameraman walked over to the two, Darcy looked back, and her father stood up from the bench, as Darcy got up grabbing a resistance band. Her focus remained on her workout as Ciaran took the cameraman off to the side.

Ciaran Page: See the one thing that drives her is focus, and she has that right now, so let’s not disturb that huh.

The Cameraman nodded as Ciaran led him into the other room, sitting down with the cameraman. Ciaran, then looked up at the cameraman. He smiled softly, then pointed to a picture on the wall, of himself as a champion.

Ciaran Page: When my daughter was a young girl, she would travel with me, you know getting the ropes, and meeting connections she would use later on in life. In that time, my wife and my daughter, didn’t seem to understand the bond, but after a long time the two did. Hell even Darcy’s sister got into the ring at one point, she’s a champion on the independent circuit. Darcy though has never done the easy way, and she works hard to prove herself.

Ciaran laughed as he sat back looking at the camera. Then he turns watching his daughter, lifting weights, and doing lunges as he laughs a bit to himself.

Ciaran Page: Darcy, has become the cornerstone of my legacy, and those around me know this. My daughter is fierce, something that people have tended to quake in their boots about when she was in the UK, Scotland and Ireland. Now at NFW she’s given a chance to show the Americans, and many others what she is capable of. See there is a reason she earned her nickname overseas, because the people that saw her coming, knew that there was a debt to be paid.

Ciaran gets up opening the door, looking out motioning for Darcy to come over. She joined them in the office, as she looked at the cameraman.

Ciaran Page: What was the nickname that one promoter gave you?

“the Reaper” Darcy Graves: The promoters in the UK and through Ireland called me “Bas”, my friends, my family came to know me as “Reaper”. That’s not just a fancy nickname, that is a way of life. NFW, you are the target, no matter who you are, no matter what you believe. If your time is up, Bas will come for you.

Darcy then turns heading back out to the gym. Ciaran opened the door allowing the cameraman to leave ahead of him. He then offers his hand out, and shakes it, going back to his workout.
“I… I hope I don’t regret this.”

The source of the soft voice comes from Ami Kennedy. Holding an NFW-themed microphone in her right hand, she looks at a door in a nervous state. The nameplate reads one thing:


Of all the NFW interviewers, the Dancing Violinist is the first to approach them. Perhaps it’s bravery. Perhaps it’s foolishness. Either way, Ami presses her lips together in a thin line before she knocks on the door.

Ami Kennedy: Um, excusez-moi…? Monsieur Daedalus?

There is some movement on the other side of the door before it clicks and opens. As expected, Daedalus is standing on the other side, a sideways smirk on his face.

Daedalus: Yes? How can I help you, young lady?

He opens the door wider to reveal Kosnar sitting on a bench behind him, and Pisces playing with an old dollhouse on the floor, her legs tucked underneath her bottom as she hums some mysterious tune. Upon seeing Kosnar and Pisces, Ami must be wondering if this was such a good idea. Her free hand brushes at her bright yellow summer dress before she speaks softly into the microphone.

Ami Kennedy: Ah… I-I was wondering if I could interview you and your… clients, monsieur? I have a few questions I would like to ask… i-if that’s okay.

Daedalus smiles warmly at her, opening the door wider and motioning her to come in. Pisces looks up from her dollhouse and stares at the interviewer. Kosnar cranes his neck to do the same.

Daedalus: Of course. Come on in, join us.

As a musician, Ami should be used to eyes on her. However, the eyes of the Astro Creeps staring at her send a chill down her spine. She presses her lips together for a brief moment before she enters their locker room. Her own eyes begin to wander, first staring at Kosnar, then they settle on Pisces and the dollhouse. She regards Daedalus, and despite the fact that he’s not a wrestler, he’s still eerie.

Ami Kennedy: Um…

She takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

Ami Kennedy: ...I’m not the only one who would like to know your origins. Where did everyone come from? What was the catalyst of the Astro Creeps?

Daedalus nods and smiles, taking in the question.

Daedalus: Oh, aren’t those the million-dollar questions? The Astro Creeps, where did we come from? Who brought us all together? What are our motives? Ms. Kennedy, if we told you everything about us now, it wouldn’t be so much fun to learn about us later. The answers to those questions will come in due time.

How mysterious. Ami isn’t sure how to feel about Daedalus’ answer. Her nose wrinkles a little before she tries a different approach.

Ami Kennedy: Well, Monsieur Daedalus, you call yourself the Architect… You must have something to do with the creation of the Astro Creeps.

Despite her petite size, she’s trying to make herself sound bigger than she is. This may be foolishness tied into bravery. Her grip on the microphone becomes firm as she continues.

Ami Kennedy: As far as I know, you’ve been content to establish yourselves in the Unified Global Wrestling Coalition. Why, then, would you come to New Frontier Wrestling, a new company outside of your territory?

She lightly bites down on her lower lip.

Ami Kennedy: Why… didn’t Tempest and Montague Cervantes join you?

Behind them, Kosnar and Pisces begin to stand, Pisces tilting her head curiously at the interviewer. Daedalus watches Ami closely as he takes a small step closer to her.

Daedalus: Viruses, and disease, like to spread. We’ve been called both. The New Frontier just happens to be an ideal host. As far as Tempest and Montague go? Well, they’ve got their hands full in the Coalition. But Kosnar and Pisces? You could say they were getting bored. Monsters like them belong in the limelight, not in the background. So it was my duty to design their path to their desires.

Pisces steps closer, poking her head over the shoulder of Daedalus and gazing into Ami Kennedy’s eyes. The English-Frenchwoman looks back at Pisces, the experience similar to staring into the abyss. It makes her uneasy and yet morbid curiosity makes her wonder. She takes a step back, however, and tries to keep them at a safe distance.

Ami Kennedy: Um… on Manifest Destiny, Madame Matthews… or I should say Sathariel… revealed something unnerving. She claims the three of you…

She visibly swallows and her knees begin to quiver.

Ami Kennedy: ...tried to… kill her. H-however, there’s no audio or video evidence of such an attempt on her life. Only her emotions, her scars… Do you a-accept it… or deny it?

Holding the microphone out for them, Ami’s eyes focus on Pisces and she can’t seem to look away. It’s as if something is pulling her towards the mysterious woman. Daedalus leans into the microphone, keeping his eyes focused on Ami. He speaks slowly and clearly.

Daedalus: Attempted murder is a serious accusation, Ms. Kennedy. That being said…

An evil smile curls at the corners of his mouth.

Daedalus: We… accept. Now, if you don’t mind, we’ve got some prep–

Pisces leans forward, much to the surprise of Daedalus, and nods her head at the microphone. Ami hesitantly brings the microphone closer to the lips of the porcelain mask.

Pisces: Ripped from the soils of history… MONSTER! …MARTYR!

She suddenly screams those two words and her voice echoes, startling the interviewer whose eyes widen as she takes another step back.

Pisces: Singing to the old gods that turn and burn within my head… and we rise…

She speaks much more calmly now, as slowly as Daedalus was speaking. Her eyes peer out of the porcelain mask.

Pisces: Through these jungles of fire! And past these mountains of pure power… this world… this world is eating me. You will know me by the scars I bear. You will know me by the hate… I swear.

Pisces stares at Ami Kennedy with hollow eyes, as she steps backward slowly, turns, and sits back down on the floor with her dollhouse. Ami’s lower lip quivers now; her heart must’ve jumped into her throat. Daedalus grins and shrugs with a giggle.

Daedalus: We have risen. She’s a killer, isn’t she? She’s a keeper.

He giggles once more as he persuades Ami towards the exit, ironically gentlemanly, and closes the door behind her. It’s only now she releases the breath she’s been holding, her left hand over her heart as she tries to level her anxiety.

Ami Kennedy: Ah… I-I didn’t get to ask every question I wanted, but…

Shaking her head slowly, she bites down on her lower lip and faces the camera.

Ami Kennedy: ...Monsieur Shawn? Monsieur Cameron? S'il vous plaît soyez prudente. Please be careful.

Her plea extends out to the Cornbread Mafia, specifically to the Worleys, and she shivers. Unsettling, the perspective changes.
The scene opens up in a backstage interview area with Amanda Thorn standing by.

Amanda Thorn: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, the NFW Tag champs, Salacious Intent.

Abigail and Sela walk up wit the tag belts over their shoulders. The two redheads smile at each other and Sela even gives Abigail a wink before Amanda calls their attention.

Amanda Thorn: Ladies, with Reckoning Day so close, only Sela will be going into action tonight in a fatal four way match. Any thoughts?

Abigail is about to speak when Sela gently sets a hand on her shoulder.

Sela Rica-Lark: Love, let me handle this one. The simple answer is our thoughts shouldn’t be a surprise to anyone. I am expected tonight to show that even separated, Salacious Intent is still able to operate as an effective unit. In this case, it is myself versus one of our opponents for Reckoning Day versus someone I’ve been waiting to step into the ring with for some years and one of the newest playmates that has decided to cross our path.

Sela holds up a single finger.

Sela Rica-Lark: In the case of Leah Aguero, well, she’s just going to get a preview of what will happen to her next week at Reckoning Day. Call it a preemptive message for lacking a better term. Not that SCRS has been very active in the recent weeks. Then again, neither have we I suppose. Tension, isn’t it? How much will we be prepared when the camel’s back finally gives next week?

Both ladies giggle slightly as Sela holds up a second finger.

Sela Rica-Lark: Ah, the Cameron of Worley. How long have your Mafia and I been on parallel paths, but not quite come to the same intersections, hm? Isn’t it just interesting that with the return of Hybrid elsewhere, you and I finally get to step in the ring together? I don’t consider that coincidence. I consider that to be a gift from dear Jessie. I think she really does like me a lot more than she claims.

Sela holds up the third finger and Abigail and Sela both smile especially darkly.

Sela Rica-Lark: Which brings of course… to Pisces. Dearest, sweetest Pisces and I say that unironically. Yes, you and yours have caused quite the stir here in NFW, even so far as to bring down a Paladin to my former love over on Trauma. Bravo indeed. But tonight, after this match, remind Daedalus that we are not some giddy, blonde weak-minded nerd who plays with figures. No, we play with real toys. We play at, put quite bluntly, a level that you wouldn’t be prepared for yet. I like you the most here tonight Pisces, but that just means you’re the one I want to hear scream first.

Sela grins as she chuckles under her breath.

Sela Rica-Lark: You ask for thoughts Amanda? All you have to do is look at our shoulders here. Compared to the rest, we stand apart, a level all our own. And there isn’t a soul, or soulless, among you that can match me individually. For all your greatness that you achieved, none of you have yet been a Queen.

Sela smirks one more time.

Sela Rica-Lark: And so I ask them one final time: will you walk into my parlour?

Sela chuckles lightly and walks off with Abigail giving a sly side smile to Amanda before she follows. The camera catches Sela laying on Abigail’s shoulder as she cackles and walks off before the scene fades out.
We come back from commercials and the camera cuts to the commentators at their table about to talk when the lights go out and static fills the screen for a moment before showing the anarchy symbol and when the picture clears a voice is heard over the speakers “This is a message from the Townsend Firm”. A cascade of boos are heard from the fans as Towers is seen on the screen not at the arena but sitting behind an ornate desk that people have seen before.

Jim Reynolds: Wait is that?

Nick Hanson: Yeah that's Damon Crosses place, does that mean?

Before he can finish his sentence Johnny Towers Claps his hands together and looks directly at the camera as Sid Robinson and newcomer “The Ripper” Kim Hindley walk into shot behind him.

Tyler Brown: Why am I the fucking mug holding the camera?

Johnny Towers:Because you drew the fucking short straw now quit whining and keep filming. Now for all of you daffy cunts watching at home or live on Collision first things first, you have seen here recently but how rude of me not to give a proper introduction, this here is a dear friend of mine and my enemies worst nightmare, Kim Hindley. Just as vicious as I am and just as much of a love of violence and pain as I have.

Towers reaches over and takes her hand, kissing the back of it before looking back at the camera.

Johnny Towers: Now by now you all have probably worked out by now I am here in the so called monsters lair, that's right Damon ya think I couldn't find this place?

He reaches forward and picks up a picture frame from the table, taking a look at it before turning it to the camera to show a family picture of the Deballions.

Johnny Towers: So cute, makes me sick.

He throws it to the side where you can hear some glass shattering.

Johnny Towers: Now Damon what are we going to do here? You seem to think you know what you are talking about when it comes to monsters, going on about each and every persona you have gone by in the past like it means a fucking thing but you know what I see? I see nothing more than a man who tries to hide what they are. You hide behind this facade you have created for yourself and this whole life you have built for yourself is nice on the surface but you are clearly still searching for an identity. It's why you felt the need to attack me every chance you had since my first day here. You like to say how i brought this all on myself and how it is all my fault and for all your talk of monsters and such you failed to see the extent this monster will go to make a point.

Towers stands up from the chair behind the desk and walks around the table with the camera following him around as he then walks out the office and down a hallway filled with pictures of family and artwork on the walls around them.

Johnny Towers: You see ya can call me whatever you wish, John, Punk, Thug, Criminal and whatever else you want to fling at me I have not heard from so many other people before now. Whatever words you want to conjure up to try and belittle and make people believe that you are not scared of the challenge in front of you.

They all walk into a lavish looking kitchen, Sid and Kim taking a look around at their leisure behind him.

Johnny Towers: Ya see Cross we are not too different you and I in some ways, in another universe we could have been friends but not here. You see the names and labels we give people have power no doubt, for people who give a shit about those fucking labels. You see that is why I think you are so worried about me really, you see i dont hold any airs or graces about who i fucking am, you dont hear me talking about my persona in my good old days because I have always been the exact fucking man you see right in front of you.

Towers walks over and opens the fridge taking a beer from out of it and passing the rest of them to sid to carry before opening the bottle on the table top and taking a swig.

Johnny Towers: You see I have always been the man that has no god fucking damn problem smacking a bitch in the mouth for talking out of line, I am the man that has no problem taking everything a fake ass cunt like you has from them and leaving them a broken and bloody shell of what they once where. You want this match in the ruins of your true past well I have no problems leaving you there maimed and broken in a puddle of your own piss and blood begging for the end as those numbers sound from one to ten, you will look in my face and you will realize the truth. This is a man that truly has no filter, this is a man that does not lie about what he is and that is why he should be feared.

Towers pauses for a moment and takes another swig from the beer before walking back out the room ending up in the main lounge area and taking a seat on the nearest couch.

Johnny Towers: Now you can't tell me not a single word of this is reaching you? I know I have been right here in your head, living rent free inside your head since this first all started when I took out your lieutenants Ronny and that daffy cow Sylvia. I have been there like the splinter in the paw that you just can't get out and now you have to face me head on. That's why you cost me my world title shot, that is why you have brought in your bitches to have your back, that is why I know all your words are nothing but the bravado of a man who is too scared to admit to even himself that he faces someone who is the most real threat in their life. So bluster and blabber on all you want as I know you will when you see this. But most of all prepare yourself for war.

Towers drains the rest of the beer in one go and throws it to one side, the glass bottle smashing on the floor.

Johnny Towers: Now then im going to leave you with two parting gifts, the first of which being a promise and me being an upstanding gentleman you can fucking believe i mean every single word that I am about to say. You leave your twats at home and I will make sure none of the other members of the Townsend Firm will interrupt in our war, no excuses. We make sure this is the end.

Towers gets up off the couch and shouts for Sid and Kim to join him and they come through carrying bags full of what can be seen to be food and alcohol as they all walk out the front door Towers closing it behind him.

Johnny Towers: Ah yes I said there would be two parting gifts, this may be redundant at this point but I feel like this is fucking warented.

He reaches into his pocket and takes out a spray can, spraying a red X on the front door before throwing it to one side and then taking a piece of paper out his pocket along with a switchblade placing the paper on the door and driving the blade into it embedding it in the door.

Johnny Towers: See you at your reckoning day cunt.

He walks off as on the paper in big letters it reads.