NFW Collision #140! 07/19/2022!

After the opening video fades out we go to the Vlad Blackheart arena the fans all chanting NFDUB! And having a good time till suddenly the lights go out and a voice is heard echo around the arena.


The lights come back on as “Chaos is my life” by The Exploited starts to blast through the sound system and the fans start to boo as Johnny Towers and the rest of the Townsend Firm are seen walking through the crowd to the ring.

Nick Hanson: Well I knew this was going to happen eventually.

Jim Reynolds: What? Did you expect him to never come back?

Nick Hanson: More hoping.

Jim Reynolds: The dude took the fight to one of our greatest world champions in a war unlike we had seen before of course he was going to take time off. Anyway no surprise he doesn't like you Nick with the way you talk about him.

Nick Hanson: Yeah well…

Before he can finish he gets cut off by Sid Robinson who gets close to him and just stares at him for a moment before making him stand up and grabbing his chair, throwing it in the ring where Towers, Brown and Hindley are waiting in the ring. Towers Takes the seat and gives it to Kim who takes it into the corner and sits down as Sid walks into the ring microphone in hand giving it to Towers and the music fades out leaving nothing but the boos from the fans.

Johnny Towers: You fuckers miss me? Yeah shut the fuck up.

He paces around the ring as a fresh wave of boos come from the fans.

Johnny Towers: Now that was a fucking war wasnt it, now I am not gonna be a bitch about it, I lost.

As he says this he just gives a shrug.

Johnny Towers: It was a straight up fucking fight and I have said this online but I am going to repeat myself. Damon Cross I will never like you but I respect the fight. Now talking about a fight…

He paces around again looking a bit more irritated.

Johnny Towers: I WANT ANOTHER WAR! I NEED IT! We have a certain pay per view coming up in August called Cruel Summer. Its a pay per view which is practically tailor made for me and guess what I DONT HAVE A FUCKING MATCH! And it has been eating at me since i got out of that fucking hospital because I sat and watched the paper champion get crowned that daffy cow Jansen who I fucking beat but also getting passed over for another chance at the title I should have around my waist right now GOD FUCKING DAMN IT!

Taking a deep breath Towers paces around the ring a moment later Tyler handing him a hip flask which he takes a swig out of before handing it back to him.

Johnny Towers: And they go and hand a fucking title shot to this Leah Aguero bint, who the fuck even is that and why does that person deserve it? For fuck sake its like this company wants to sweep me under the fucking rug after Reckoning day. You know what it doesnt fucking matter you enjoy your little shot at the paper champion but know this you or no matter who is holding that championship make sure you know your days are numbered because I will make it my personal mission in life to make all of your lifes a living hell.

He paces around more, looking more annoyed as each moment passes.

Johnny Towers: You know what I AM GOING TO PUT ALL YOU FUCKERS IN THE BACK ON NOTICE! Want a fight at the most dangerous pay per view against the most dangerous fighter you can go up against I AM NOT HARD TO FIND! Because I am as of now sending out an open challenge to anyone that can hear my voice. I dont care who it is, you can even be one of the daffy cunts from Trauma I dont fucking care because as I said before I WANT A FIGHT SO COME GIVE ME ONE!

The fans boo and several of them chant different wrestlers names in the hope of someone coming out but nothing happens and Towers looks visually disappointed in this.

Johnny Towers: As I thought. Fine the invitation will remain open till someone gets the fucking guts to step up to me. Talking about that tonight Sylvia, lets have some fun you and I. Just know that the result of this match is going to end up the same way as last time. Goodnight and fuck you all.

He throws the microphone to the side and they all walk out the ring as “Chaos is my life” by The Exploited blasts out the speakers.
The camera opens upon Cameron and Shawn Worley in their dressing room.

Cameron Worley: Fo-way…we gon’ scramble for some shit tonight!

Shawn nods in his agreement.

Shawn Worley: Sho nuff!

Cameron starts counting them off.

Cameron Worley: Foundation…

Shawn nods.

Shawn Worley: Sho Nuff!

Two fingers.

Cameron Worley: La Lealtad es Todo…

Shawn nods again.

Shawn Worley: Sho nuff!

Three fingers.

Cameron Worley: Astro Creeps.

Shawn nods yet again.

Shawn Worley: Sho nuff!

Cameron points between himself and his brother.

Cameron Worley: We gonna be ready to dance with all y’all! It’s time to prove some shit and we just the people to do it!

Shawn nods even more pointedly than before.

Shawn Worley: Sho damn nuff!

Cameron’s eyes, already fiery, get wider with excitement.

Cameron Worley: We fixin’ to get wild up in this btch!

Shawn joins in the excitement.

Shawn Worley: And it bout damn time too!
We open up in front of the Collision Interview set, with Crystal Zdunich standing front and center. Beside her, we see Flint Devitt and Brett Irwin, collectively known as The Foundation. The two look giddy with excitement, while Crystal maintains her usual poise and elegance.

Crystal Zdunich: Tonight is going to be a really good night. Next to me I have the best group in the entire world the Foundation. I have a feeling that we are going to do some amazing things together. After all they are the best at what they do and certainly I am the main event, the featured attraction and definitely a woman who is worth her spot on the grand marquee. Can it get any better than us forming an alliance with one another?!

Flint Devitt: See, we already knew we were the best tag team in all of professional wrasslin. But all those other teams? They chose to shoot us down. Treat us like we haven’t been busting our ass for years to get to this point. That’s where the living legend, Crystal Zdunich herself came in. She saw how good we were, and decided to compliment our line of work. Leave it to a bonafide main eventer and hall of famer to recognize true talent when she sees it.

Brett Irwin: So last week, you could imagine our excitement when we were paired up with her in a Trios match against Danni Anderson and those two cute little boys that follow Damon Cross around. We may not have won the match, granted, but before the bell even rang Mrs. Zdunich and us approached one another, made ourselves a little agreement. From now on, we walk as a unit. She looks out for us, and you better damn well be sure that we’ll be looking out for her.

Crystal Zdunich nods her head in agreement as she flicks her long blue hair.

Crystal Zdunich: Talent certainly acknowledges other talent and I knew there was something special about these two. We are the upper echelon of talent on this brand. No scratch in this COMPANY and you better believe that nobody will be able to break what we are going to establish.

Crystal offers a very wicked grin as she speaks some more.

Crystal Zdunich: Now I told you I had a surprise for tonight and this permanent alliance is only just the beginning. I told everybody across Twitter that I would also have somebody else managing my career in addition to the foundation and let me just take the time to formally introduce you to him. If you haven’t lived under a rock and actually been following what has been following with me ESPECIALLY in another company on Friday nights you would notice my family has been at my side. Right here in NFW however let me introduce you to a man I know well. He is my manager, father of my children and former husband. TODD WILLIAMS!!!

A man walks beside them clapping his hands together as his braids are free flowing all over his head.

Todd Williams: Tonight I can personally say that The Foundation is going to run through ALL of those scrubby ass teams in that scramble, and of course Christina over here is going to MEAN BUSINESS as she decimates Morgan Payne. A woman who tried to torment Crystal over here. It’s time to stomp her the fuck out and showcase why Crystal is the best in this business today!

Brett Irwin: Ladies and gentlemen, we came to NFW for one very specific reason. Can you tell ‘em what that reason is Flint?

Flint Devitt: To save tag team wrasslin’.

Brett Irwin: That’s right, my boy! And tonight? We get to come one step closer to accomplishing all of that. We are going to run through ALL of your favorite teams to prove that we are exactly as good as we say we are!

Flint Devitt: Then, once we take those tag belts home, we gon’ get a nice little World Title around this waist right here!

Flint and Brett surround Crystal, making obnoxiously overexaggerated belt gestures around her waist.

Brett Irwin: Together, we’re unstoppable. We’re gonna rule Tuesday Nights!

Flint Devitt: And that’s because Brett and I…AND Crystal Zdunich are the FOUNDATION of professional wrasslin’!

Todd smirks nodding his head as he reaches for something behind him. It’s a yard stick and it places it on the crowd.

Todd Williams: My former wife is the main event MEASURING STICK and obviously Brett and Flint are the SCALE when it comes to tag team wrasslin.

Crystal Zdunich: In other words nobody can quite MEASURE UP! Our level is all the way up here and everybody else is playing catch up! Tonight we will make an example out of those in front of us. It doesn’t matter if it’s in the scramble or Morgan. Hell Danni can come get this work too, get me on Trauma for one night and sorry ass Jessi can get it too. Everybody can come get this work. I am the Burning Rose and it’s time to set this shit on fire. Flame On Bitches!!!

The three make their exit as we cut elsewhere.
The cameras move backstage, where we find Morgan Payne in the process of getting her hands wrapped by Gabby Cassiano. Her cousin, who’s apparently been acting as her assistant in recent months, works diligently at wrapping the black fabric over the McKeesport Mauler’s wrists and knuckles when backstage interviewer Amanda Thorn comes into frame.

Amanda Thorn: Morgan Payne, what’s up? I was hoping you had a minute.

Morgan Payne: Yeah, I got a minute. Sup wif you?

Amanda Thorn: Just a couple of questions. It seems Nathaniel Dixon’s been quiet since your statement last week. Do you have anything further to add?

Morgan Payne: Pass.

Morgan says, without looking up from what her cousin’s doing. Amanda pauses, shrugs and continues.

Amanda Thorn: Well, what about his statement that you’re undeserving of the Wildcard? You never really touched on that.

Morgan Payne: Pass.

Morgan says dismissively and nods to Gabby.

Morgan Payne: Tighter. S’too loose.

Meanwhile, Amanda looks around as if scanning for something.

Amanda Thorn: Ya know, forgive me for prying but where is it?

Morgan looks up, confused.

Morgan Payne: Where’s what?

Amanda Thorn: The Wildcard briefcase.

Morgan just smiles.

Morgan Payne: I got it, chick. Don’chu worry ‘bout dat.

Amanda Thorn: I see. Gotcha. Alright, so let’s talk about tonight. You’re in the Main Event tonight against multi-time World Champion, Crystal Zdunich. How does it feel to be stepping in the ring against someone of her caliber?

Morgan chuckles, running her free hand through her hair.

Morgan Payne: Ya oughta be over in Crystal’s locker room askin’ her dat. She’s da one been obsessed wif me since da day I broke aht onto da scene. Can’t decide if she tryna fuck me or be me. Prolly a bit o’both sides o’da sword. Now, I ain’t gonna go an’ air all da dirty laundry on camera but I will say dis. If a nineteen time World Champion is so obsessed wif me, dat just goes to prove my point I made to Nathaniel Dixon last week. Titles don’t make da wrestler. Da way you carry dat title as a wrestler adds or subtracts prestige from da title. Dis is a dream come true for Crystal Zdu-Hilton-Lopez-Caldwell-nich. Wow.

Morgan stops, blinks and wiggles her tongue, looking down at Gabby.

Morgan Payne: Yo, Gabs, say dat shit ten times fast.

Gabby giggles and just shakes her head as Morgan continues.

Morgan Payne: As for me? I’m just glad I get da opportunity to finally beat her dumb ass. We all got dat one bitch we wanna shut they mouth for ‘em. Dis is mine. And after recent events, Crystal’s just proved she’s got it comin’ to her even more. S’all I’mma say on da matter. Yinz wanna know more? Stick arahnd and watch dis Main Event. I’m ‘bout to run a fade on a bitch like you never seen.

Amanda just nods, not sure what else to say or ask as she just looks at the camera and shrugs.

Amanda Thorn: The Ace has spoken, ladies and gentlemen. Don’t miss tonight’s Main Event later tonight!

We cut away.
We open up outside of an Ann Arbor gym, the one owned by NFW’s and Kingdom member River Chance. We see people inside working out, going about their daily routines before off screen we hear the all too familiar laughter of the masked Arianrhod. Slowly, she comes into view, motioning for the camera to follow her inside. Once inside, she looks around and giggles as she looks at all the people before she spots the fire alarm on the back wall. She walks through the crowd of people, paying no mind to any of them as she gets to the alarm, grabs the lever and pulls down it. She laughs as the alarm blares through the gym, causing everyone to drop what they were doing and start sprinting out of the gym. Once the gym is cleared, Arianrhod turns off the alarm and walks back to the door and locks it shut.

Arianrhod: First it was the redhead, then the anger, we have put them both in danger. Now the strong we move for, and we will shake them to the core. One by one the Kingdom does fall, until only the Queen is standing tall. The Queen will be the last to go, and that will be the ultimate show.

Arianrhod laughs more as she snaps her fingers and the small explosions go off under some of the equipment, bench presses, leg press machines, treadmills, squat cages, all of it starts to explode and become destroyed. Arianrhod continues to stand there, watching the destruction take place, laughing the entire time. With each little explosion, more equipment crumbles and falls to the ground in pieces. Some of the patrons look on through the window, shocked at the sight before them. The last stuff to go are the weights as explosions around the room happen, shattering all the weight plates in the building along with the dumbbells.

Arianrhod: Do we have your attention strong one? If not, this is far from done. You are next on our list, soon you will have to taste our fist.

The room is filled with dust and debri as Arianrhod just laughs maniacally before she snaps her fingers and in another puff of smoke, the room is empty and Arianrhod had disappeared leaving behind the destruction in her path.
Leah Aguero is already in the ring as the fans in the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum are already giving it to her. With microphone in hand, Leah first embraces the boos from the crowd.

Leah: What’s the matter? You all got your panties in a bunch? This is the problem with all of you. When someone decides they want to stand up for themselves and step outside of this little box NFW wants to put us in, you boo. And why? It’s because you’re all nothing but little sheep; slaves to the machine.

Leah leans across the ropes on the hard cam side of the ring with both arms draped over the top rope.

Leah: Well, sheep. How about I tell you all a little story. It’s about a doe-eyed girl dead set on making a name for herself in a world that told her she’d never make it. Any success that she had ever attained could be attributed either to her husband or to her sister. She had a decision to make. Forever be that sidekick that no one ever even knows their last name or stands out on their own. This girl inked a contract with a company based out of Colorado. I’m talking about Mile High Wrestling, morons. There’s more out there than just NFW.

The crowd boos even louder.

Leah: This girl fought valiantly, all the while shaking hands and smiling to the mindless oafs to no end. Then, a hand up came in the form of Jansen Myrrh; someone who promised the world to this girl and said she would get her name out there. This girl was enamored but Myrrh and saw the lineage that she carried with her. In case you dolts couldn’t keep up, that girl was me.

Leah Aguero is now pacing slowing back and forth in the ring as she continues her story.

Leah: I followed Jansen Myrrh into battle. In my eyes, she was the general and I was her right hand man, or woman. There was nothing that I wouldn’t do for her. I bled for her. I hurt for her. I won for her. Boy, did I ever win for her. Under her leadership, we formed The Coven; a group that shocked the world when they blindsided the Shieldmaidens. The very backbone of Mile High Wrestling, thus the core of the company, was put on notice that there was a new faction in town. And guess what? We won. The almighty Shieldmaidens were put to the test and yet time and time again the girl known as “War Queen Leah” had her hand raised.

Leah raises both her hands up in the air showing off her War Queen W.

Leah: As we moved on from that war, things were starting to become a bit more clearer. I kept on winning whereas others within our crew were losing. I was on a roll and yet others were getting the recognition. The recognition of forming The Coven. The recognition for being the mastermind. The rewards of getting handed a shot at the MHW Ultimate Title despite doing diddly squat to deserve it. MHW’s final PPV at the time, Myrrder She Wrote saw me fight for and retain the Hardcore Title and challenge for the Tag Team Titles all in one night. I took the boss’s daughter under my wing and showed myself to be a true leader. Meanwhile, what did our supposed leader do? Think only of herself enroute to an Ultimate Title match that she lost.

A slight chuckle comes across Leah’s face before it’s switched to a scowl.

Leah: I held the fort down. I wasn’t the sidekick. At the very least, I should have been recognized as a co-leader.

Leah appears to be seething.

Leah: Fast forward a few months after MHW closed and Jansen came calling once more. This time, her cousin got her in a predicament she couldn’t find a way out of and decided to once again enlist yours truly. I was brought in to do THEIR dirty work. That’s exactly what I did. While the rest of this “Kwonspiracy” failed, the SCRS stood dominant. An undefeated streak. The NFW Tag Team Titles. Once again, I showed that not only was I a leader but I produced results. There’s a reason you didn’t come back to MHW when it reopened, Jansen. You didn’t want to be seen as the weak link anymore. It was MY time to shine and that’s exactly what I did. Undefeated. Ultimate Title. Beating Skrabal Stanzas; something you could never do.

Leah pauses to pretend to dust some dirt off her shoulder.

Leah: Last week, same shit from you, Jansen. I see through your act. You FINALLY win a title that matters and it immediately goes to your head. I came out to congratulate you. Now you may be asking yourself if I held this much resentment for you, why would I congratulate you. It’s because despite it all, you’ve been a sister to me. I will not, however, be your muscle anymore. I know you wanted to get your hands on Diaz and you were simply going to use me to get what you wanted. Jansen, it’s time I start standing up and declaring what I want. I no longer want to be second fiddle to you, Jansen. The only way I see fit to show that is to take that NFW World Heavyweight Title from you. I’m not beneath you, Jansen. I’m more than you. I always have been. It’s high time you admit that.

Leah Aguero pauses once again to look out at the audience before looking right into the hard cam again.

Leah: So, right now. I’m challenging you to come out here right now and face me like the supposed champion you are.

Leah full well knows that Jansen Myrrh is not in the building tonight and yet she’s still goading her.

Leah: What's the matter, Jansen? Are you a chicken shit? I thought you were THAT BITCH. I thought you were THE FUCKING CHAMP. You’re nothing and you just proved it.

Leah just drops the microphone to the mat and rolls out under the bottom rope. The fans are infuriated as Leah walks up the ramp sans music.