NFW Collision #145 - 10/18/2022!

The lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness as the opening riff to "Thank You For Hating Me" tears through the speakers. As soon as the guitar riff starts, the video wall comes to life with the "BEHOLD THE KINGDOM" banner while the back wall screen comes to life with a combined static and barbed wire design.


From the tunnel, Morgan Payne steps out into the Mercedes-Benz Arena and the Berlin crowd goes wild. She panders to the audience for a moment, throwing her hands up to have them get louder before throwing up the gates to The Kingdom gesture. They reciprocate it as her music booms through the PA system.


Morgan starts down the ramp, headed towards the ring with a purpose in her step. For the first time in awhile, she makes a point to greet the front row as she goes, touching hands on her way down.

Darlyn Fajardo: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the winner of the 2022 Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament. She is the Ace of NFW, MORGAN PAYNE!!

Nick Hanson: You heard it folks and hopefully you saw it last week! If not, you missed out and need to go check out the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Finals main event between Morgan Payne and Kai Morgan!

Jim Reynolds: I’m envious that you and Miranda got to call that one, Nicky! That match was definitely a Match of the Year candidate, though, and Morgan Payne did exactly what she said she was gonna do! She came in, kicked ass, took names and she took that trophy!

Nick Hanson: And next, she hopes to take the World Heavyweight Championship at Wrestlewar. No doubt she’s out here to speak on that.

Morgan climbs into the ring, stepping up onto the middle turnbuckle to pander a little more before stepping down and being handed a microphone. As her music fades out, there’s a moment before she can speak as the crowd is just loud as hell with a “YO, ACE” chant. When they do finally quiet down, she brings the mic up.

Morgan Payne: Hey, whatchinz up to?

Her routine greeting, which has become more like another tagline for her, sends the crowd into another pop. Morgan grins, feeling the love - even taken back a little - as she waits for them to settle down again. She thinks for a moment before deciding something and climbs up onto the turnbuckle again.

Morgan Payne: I SAID HEY, BERLIN, WHATCHINZ UP TO?!

She throws out her arms, pointing to the fans as they erupt into another, louder, pop. When they settle down again, she hops back to the mat and returns to the center of the ring.

Morgan Payne: I had a whole list of bullet points I wanted to hit on when I came aht ‘ere but I forgot dat shit…

There’s a chuckle from the fans as she makes a show of scratching behind her ear to think.

Morgan Payne: What else’s there to say dat ain’t been said ‘cept… I fuckin’ did it, man. I did somethin’ I ain’t even plan on doin’ dis year. I ain’t even plan on bein’ in da tournament. I had what basically adds up to a free pass to a championship. One dat I lost ‘cuz some jagoff at company headquarters din’t do his job right. Paperwork got mixed up. I got fucked. Cheese an’ crackers, some people lost they damn jobs here!

She starts to say something else but quickly looks to the crowd, holding a finger up in the air to give the cue.

Morgan Payne: & Crowd: HOWEVER, COMMA!

Morgan Payne: See? Dis why I love yinz. But yeah, HOW–EVER…dat was a blessin’ in disguise. Silver lining in a dark cloud, n’at. ‘Cuz right at dat moment when I felt like everything got jerked aht from under my feet again, I knew I had to pick myself back up. I had t’dust myself ahff. I had t’just overcome da obstacle put in front o’me. You will get knocked dahn in dis job. In life. In everything you do but dat ain’t what speaks t’yer character as a person. S’what you do after dat hit. Ya either stay dahn an’ accept defeat or you get back up and keep goin’ cuz dat’s how winnin’s done! Vlad Blackheart taught me dat. I think he got it from Rocky but s’all good.

Laughter from the crowd. Morgan adjusts the collar of her jacket and tugs down the back of her skullcap more.

Morgan Payne: Dat’s how I was raised. Dat’s how I was brought up. By my dad, my uncle, my aunt, by Vlad. Set a goal for yourself and let nothin’ deep you dahn from it. I set a goal to become a professional wrestler. It took alotta trainin’ an’ hard work an’ dedication. Here I am. Life knocked me dahn last year. I had my problems. I got back up an’ I came back strong. I won a shot at a World Title whenever I decided I wanted it and yanno what? In hindsight? I was gon’ do it at Wrestlewar. Yup. I was gon’ cash in my shot and take dat belt. Din’t matter who it was. Jansen Myrrh. Damon Cross. Shit, had Tren Descarrilado still been here, holdin’ onto dat belt? Woulda been him. Obviously, dat ain’t happen. What did happen is I landed da last open spot in da tournament. What did happen is I put my mind t’winnin’, I fought my ass off and I won dat main event spot at Wrestlewar XIX. And what’s gon’ happen next, Jansen Myrrh - you been doin’ a good job o’carryin’ dis company on yer back since Reckoning Day - but what’s gon’ happen next is I’mma give you a relief of yer responsibility, cuz I’mma see you at Wrestlewar on December 21st, in London, and I’mma take you to yer limit, and I’mma win dat NFW World Heavwyeight Championship.

Morgan lowers the microphone, staring intensely into the camera as she addresses the champion directly backstage.

Nick Hanson: Words of confidence and determination from Morgan Payne, ladies and gentlemen!

Jim Reynolds: Ya gotta love it, Nicky! No matter what anyone throws at this woman, there’s no keeping her down!

Nick Hanson: Certainly not, Jim. She means busi–

“The Demons Hate You”

“The Demons Hate You”

“The Demons Hate You”

Nick Hanson: Ohhhhhhhh, wait a minute!!!

Jim Reynolds: Ho-hoooooooo, here we GO!!!

At the familiar sound of the Rob Zombie intro, Morgan grins as she slowly turns her head towards the stage.

As if it were planned, the moment Morgan turns to the stage, Jansen Myrrh steps out onto it carrying the NFW World’s Heavyweight Championship. As the music plays, Jansen Myrrh smirks and takes her sweet time heading down to the ring.

She also takes her sweet time going up the ring steps, pausing on the apron to look out at the Berlin crowd before shaking her head. She asks for a microphone and then climbs into the ring, walking right over to Morgan.

Jansen Myrrh: What’s up…

It looks as if she might be talking to Morgan, when she suddenly spins around to address the crowd.

Jansen Myrrh: ...Berlin Fucking Germany?

The crowd pops.

Jansen Myrrh: I’m not entire sure what language Payne here is speaking, but I think I can translate for everyone. She thinks she’s gonna fucking beat me for this title at Wrestle War. She thinks because she won some fucking tournament, she’s gonna waltz in like fucking Strauss and pin my shoulders or make me submit.

She turns to Morgan.

Jansen Myrrh: Ain’t that about the jist of what you’re trying to tell these idiots with your cockamamy broken fucked up English? You see, I ain’t got no problem with you, Morgan Payne. Not until you started blaspheming my name out here in front of these jerk wads. Seems as if you were hinting that I couldn’t beat the Train Wreck. Seems as if you think he would have whooped my ass. Let’s clear a few things up here, shall we? I’m the goddamned World’s Heavyweight Champion. I was gonna be the World’s Heavyweight Champion no matter who’s ass I hadda beat to get here. It was always gonna be “That Bitch” Jansen Myrrh in the main event of Wrestle War. Just cause I ain’t all up in my Twitter showing off my coochie doesn’t mean I ain’t paying attention. It doesn't mean I ain’t belong right here with this championship belt around my waist. You shooting off prematurely here about beating me at Wrestle War? I’d reconsider that statement cause I ain’t gonna just lay down for your ass to pin me, just saying.

The whole time, as Jansen speaks, Morgan stands there giving her full and undivided attention. There’s a few times where she makes an incredulous face and tilts her head. Finally, at the end, she brings up her own mic and her other hand to slow Jansen down.

Morgan Payne: Whooooaa whoa whoa, pump da brakes, chick. I ain’t ever said anything ‘bout’chu not bein’ able to beat da Train Wreck. Cheese an’ crackers, I mean, if anybody coulda, you definitely one of ‘em. Secondly, if you’re even expectin’ me...to expect you...to lay dahn wifout a fight, then clearly ya dunno who I am. But ahnno dat ain’t true. You know who I am. These people ‘ere know who I am. Anybody who knows anything ‘bout dis company knows who da hell I am. S’why I’m da gahdamn Ace, even wifout havin’ ever carried dis right ‘ere.

She points to the World Heavyweight Championship. Doesn’t touch it. Just gestures to it. She brings her hand away, idly adjusting her beanie some more and pushes the hair behind one shoulder, looking Jansen right in the eyes. Morgan shakes her head.

Morgan Payne: I don’t expect you to lay dahn for me, Jansen. If I thought you was dat kinda wrestler, I wouldn’t even have entered da tournament. ‘Cuz I don’t waste my time wif scrubs and pushovers. I don’t sit arahnd ‘ere lookin’ an’ waitin’ for handouts and dat ain’t what yer about. Ahnno dat, and ahnno dat ain’t you. You are da World Heavyweight Champion. You are “Dat” Bitch. And if I’m bein’ completely honest, if I had to pick a champion t’challenge outta a lineup, I’m glad it’s you. It’d most definitely be you, any day o’da week. ‘Cuz when I set a goal towards somethin’, I like t’feel like I worked for it. I like t’feel like I earned it. S’what I’ve done for everything I’ve ever achieved in my career as a wrestler. I look at what’s standin’ in front o’me. I study it. I figure out what I gotta do t’achieve it. Then I do it. S’what I do wif everything I set my mind to. I did it wif becomin’ a wrestler. I did it wif becomin’ da Silver Mountain Champion - arguably da best Silver Mountain Champion s’ever been. I mean…da proof is in da puddin’...

She shrugs her shoulder and scratches the side of her nose.

Morgan Payne: I did it wif my rehab… Prolly da toughest battle o’my life. Will prolly always be da toughest battle o’my life, respectfully. I did it wif da tournament. And I’m gon’ do it wif our match at WrestleWar. Track record shows, Jansen, dat no matter what, when I put my mind t’somethin’, there ain’t a damn thing dat can keep me dahn or away from it an’ right now? Da biggest thing on my mind is seein’ through my next goal and dat’s becomin’ World Heavyweight Champion on December 21st. ‘Cuz see Jansen, you most certainly are “Dat” Bitch. You’ve proven wifout a shadow of a doubt. But I’ve proven wifout a shadow of a doubt dat I am da Ace of New Frontier Wrestlin’ and yanno how da sayin’ goes. Ace always wins.

Jansen is listening to Morgan, but she’s making it clear that she’s bored with all this chatter. When Morgan says the “Ace always wins” Jansen rolls her eyes.

Jansen Myrrh: I’ve been hearing this tag you got of the “Ace of NFW.” To me, it’s a fucking marketing strategy. Gonna put that shit on some t-shirts and perhaps a beanie. I mean, it’s fucking catchy, but it’s a load of horse shit. I’ll say this, you did better in that fucking tournament than I ever did, but again, when I was in the tournament, the competition was far better than it was this year. But let me school you on something Morgan Payne. You ain’t the ace of shit until you beat me for this.

Jansen raises the championship up into the air.

Jansen Myrrh: You got two fucking months, Payne. Two fucking months to get ready for this fight, same as me. You got no clue what I’ve got on the line onces I lose this title, so you better fucking believe I’ll do whatever it takes to keep it for as long as I possibly can. Wrestle War is coming and I don’t know what bullshit stip management is gonna throw at us for this match, but best be sure, I’ll do whatever it fucking takes to win. I’ve said it time and again for a year now. There’s an expiration date on my head and I aim to push it as far as I can for as long as I can. Gotta problem with it? I don’t fucking care. I plan to be “That Bitch” for as long as fucking possible.

Without even waiting for any music to play, Jansen turns her back on Morgan and walks to the ring ropes, exiting the ring and walking back up the ramp to the back. In the ring, Morgan stands silently watching; a look of deep thought on her face as she just nods slowly.

Nick Hanson: Well, strong words from both of these competitors, Jim!

Jim Reynolds: Morgan Payne made her intentions known but Jansen Myrrh let her know it isn’t gonna be easy! I already can’t wait for this one, Nicky!
We cut to backstage area with Josh Davidson waiting near an entrance to the arena about to do his introduction but before he can start talking he shrieks in terror as the door bursts open next to him as Johnny Towers dressed in his normal punk attire and Desdemona Shelley, wearing a dark blue corset with black leather pants and black boots, walk through the door, Towers carrying a large rucksack over his shoulder he laughs at Josh who looks a little pale from the shock he got.

Josh Davidson: Mr Towers and Ms Shelley do you have a moment to do an interview? We haven't really talked since the Vlad Blackheart memorial finals.

Johnny Towers: That's because I normally avoid you, but this time ya could be of use for a fucking change, what ya think love?

Dessy smirked as she rested one hand on her hip while she looked at Josh Davidson, her smirk only growing.

Desdemona Shelley: Hmm…this will probably be the most exciting thing he gets to do all night as it is. I say we indulge him a little, give him the highlight of his night.

Johnny Towers: You're such a giver, ok Josh don’t waste too much of our time with inane bullshit.

Josh Davidson: Ok, well first of all congratulations on the win in the ladder match Johnny and my first question is how did you two meet?

Johnny Towers: We have known each other for a while, I think we met at an indy wrestling show ain't that right?

Desdemona Shelley: It was…I was still a Prospect for the Wolves Of Óðinn at the time and decided to check out some indy shows. Hung out after the show was over so I could officially meet him after I saw his match. We kept in touch, and like those ridiculous cliches always say, the rest was history.

Josh Davidson: So Ms. Shelley, what made you suddenly decide to come into NFW now to help Mr Towers win the ladder match?

Dessy raised an eyebrow at the question and then let out a laugh.

Desdemona Shelley: Really? What kind of question is that? I saw the tweet go out about the others getting sent back to England. I knew enough to know who was behind it, and I wasn’t about to leave Johnny here on his own. Now he’s obviously more than capable on his own, we all know this, but where’s the harm in having a little fun? It’s just happened to be beneficial for him as well.

Johnny Towers: Exactly, Jonna thought she had one upped me but she aint got no fucking clue what sort of hell she has brought upon herself.

Josh Davidson: Yeah there seems to be some history between the two of you.

Johnny Towers: Yeah, history. We used to be a couple back in my old london days but the bitch ain't half the woman as my Dessy here and just buggered off without telling me.

Desdemona Shelley: She wants to think she’s this tough ass bitch, but the deathmatch lover that everyone has come to adore? She wouldn’t be shit without Johnny; she wouldn’t even be doing those matches. Jonna, honey, here’s a little newsflash for you…Johnny may have taught you some of what he knows, but do you really think he taught you everything? Do you really think he shared all of his tricks with you?

Dessy scoffed slightly before she let out a little laugh.

Desdemona Shelley: There is so much that you don’t know and never will. Only one part of your little nickname fits you and that’s punk. Things get tough, and you tuck your tail between your legs and run off like a little punk bitch.

Johnny Towers: She's even a disgrace to the punk name, believe me she will get what's coming to her.

Josh Davidson: What do you mean by that?

Johnny Towers: I aint saying any more about that.

Josh looks at him knowing better not to pry any further into that subject.

Josh Davidson: You have a match tonight against Milisandre Crowthorne tonight, how are you feeling about that?

Towers lets out a snort of derision at the sound of her name.

Johnny Towers: That delusional heaven's gate cunt? Dont have a fucking clue what shes going on about with him who sees all, what is that fucking bollocks? And shes going on about how aparently i need to be more fucking original when she looks like a twishite reject with about as much personality as a plank of wood, I am going to make an example out of her tonight I promise you that Josh.

Desdemona Shelley: Now I will give Milisandre this…she’s a fine champion. I’m not opposed to giving the woman her dues, but tonight will only be the start of Johnny’s road to gold. From now until WrestleWar, Collision should be on high alert…no one is really safe in all of this.

A knowing gleam passed through Desdemona’s eyes as she smirked, looking at Josh for a moment before turning her gaze to Johnny, silently letting him know that she had said all she had to say.

Johnny Towers: Time to go Josh, we have plans for tonight and a victim to suffer.

Laughing Towers and Desdemona walk off screen hand in hand leaving Josh looking confused at Towers' last words.
After Sanada’s victory, Jessi Ozborne, Kaya Parker, and Lilith Parker all make their way into the ring, with Ozborne requesting a microphone from the ringside technicians. Ollie, The Magic Bum however, decides to expedite the process by taking a microphone from the timekeeper's area and rushing it into the ring to Ozborne. She nods in appreciation of Ollie’s efforts before beginning to address the NFW fans for the first time in nearly two months. She starts off with one of her signature catchphrases…

Jessi Ozborne: Hello Berlin…

She raises up the microphone to let the fans finish.

Crowd: PAPI’S HOME!!

The fans erupt into loud cheers as Jessi continues.

Jessi Ozborne: What a week, huh? I mean, I come back for one day, and I somehow seemed to make it on the news. But enough about how I’m doing for now. This is Sanada’s time in the spotlight! This is her debut win, everyone! How ya feelin’, Queen?

Jessi wraps her arm around Sanada, handing her the microphone to speak.

Sanada: I don't think this is an opponent that I can truly call my challenge. Because I don't sweat the slightest bit to face him. I just came here and easily beat him. I look up to my next opponent. So this week it's like I've been practicing before my real match. I'm not insulting my opponent. But I'm telling the truth. I don't care if he accepts the truth or not. But I don't think he's good enough to be my opponent but let's face it when the match is over. I'm not happy. This is not my starting point. It was quite disappointing that my opponent was too easy. Send to your next opponent, whoever you are. Please prepare because I came here to hunt And you'll just be a victim This match is too easy because you are my first target. And I'll let everyone here know how great I am. And why I am a gift from God.

Sanada hands Ozborne back the microphone.

Jessi Ozborne: Couldn’t have said it better myself, to be quite honest. NFW has always had a problem with the type of “talent” it keeps on its roster, and that’s really the core of why I’m here now.

The crowd’s cheering begins to wane towards the slightly harsh remarks from Ozborne, with confusion descending over the fans now as she continues.

Jessi Ozborne: See, I’ll be completely honest with you all. When I left NFW close to two months ago, it was because I had zero confidence. For a time, I thought I wasn’t good enough to cut it in a place like this. I thought I wasn’t as good as an Ibbie, or an Eavan Maloney, or a Kate Anderson. Deep down inside, I felt like I was the bottom of the barrel. Nothing but a hanger on.

The crowd’s cheers begin to pick up again, the fans seemingly getting behind Jessi wearing her heart on her sleeve.

Jessi Ozborne: So I left, then I went back to the indies, where I thought I belonged. Eventually, with enough work and dedication, I made a name for myself in the business. I gave more attention to the Queens of Chaos. Expanded to make them an industry-wide dynasty. I penned deals with places like MCW, House of Wrestling, and PRIME Canadian Wrestling, and the moment I stepped foot in all those places, I immediately shot to the top! Say what you will about me, but with my hard work and the support of everyone behind me, I reached even further heights than I could ever dream of!

The fans are roaring now, Jessi having fully won them over with her inspirational tale. This only serves to make the next words to come out of her mouth all the more disheartening.

Jessi Ozborne: So I sit back and revel in the popularity I’ve gained. I sit back in the realization of what my career has become…and I keep tabs on everything that’s going on right here in my first home…

Talent going in and out like a revolving door…“Talents” who probably shouldn’t have made it out of the bingo halls and moose lodges, getting signed to deals to work on the big stage…People who probably can’t even spell the word “promo” being given a live mic…

Jessi gives a slight snicker, almost as if she’s reaching this epiphany again in real time.

Jessi Ozborne: Then I realized…that I’m not the problem…I was never the problem…

NFW’s eye for talent is…

The fans catch on to the rhetoric that Jessi has begun spewing, giving a mixed response in kind. The cheers of a few cynical fans balances out the boos of those who disagree with Queen Papi’s words.

Jessi Ozborne: For MONTHS, I stood in the ring with this microphone in my hand and told you all that I was a GENERATIONAL TALENT. And the Ibbies, and the Eavan Maloneys, and the Katie Andersons of this place laughed in my FUCKING FACE! And where are they all now? Gone, gone, GONE! Meanwhile, I’ve cemented myself as a pillar of the industry! Something this place SHOULD’VE seen in me! I mean, thank FUCK they finally hired someone in talent relations who knows what the fuck they’re doing!

Jessi starts to catch on to the cheering of the cynical fans amongst the audience, deciding to put them in check as well.

Jessi Ozborne: Oh and for those cheering me right now? You’re the problem as well! Because you’re the ones who keep feeding into the absolute trash that NFW continues to hire! You’re the reason that all those names I just listed even thought they were worth something in the first place! Fuck you all too!

And with that, everyone in the arena is strongly against her.

Jessi Ozborne: And that’s the only reason I’m even back here. Because for all the shit that NFW does wrong, I still love this place! I really do! This will always be my first home! Which is why I’ve taken on as my mission…no…my duty, to take the trash out for them. One by one by one, me and my Queens are going to rid NFW of all the hanger-ons and wannabes on this roster until this becomes the amazing promotion I know it can be. Steven Brody’s eye for what he thinks a megastar is has become ratings poison…and I…am The Cure.

The arena fills with boos as Sanada and the Parkers all smile at Jessi. Ollie is flailing around the ring, trying to get the crowd back on her side despite her words.

Jessi Ozborne: And that all starts with people like Crystal Cald–

Just then, "Animals" by Architects begins to play, signaling the arrival of High Society. Barely able to be heard under the heavy music, Jessi simply says, mostly off mic:

Jessi Ozborne: Speak of the fuckin devil…

The crowd begins to cheer loudly as Crystal along with the foundation make their way to the ring. She slides into the ring and flicks her hair. She calls for a microphone and is immediately handed one.

Crystal Caldwell: Are you done running your mouth yet?! I see you are out here talking all of this bullshit like you want to cure NFW. The only thing that needs to be cured is the two of us have obvious beef. I will admit that I may have lost my cool in the catacombs and because of it got fucked up in the catacombs. However the way I see it you are quick to shit on all of these people out here tonight. The two of us are right here in the ring. They all want to see a fight. Why don’t we give them one tonight?!

Crystal takes off her jewelry as she keeps her eyes focused on Jessi.

Jessi Ozborne: Yeah…well…you see the thing about that is–

Jessi uses her verbal rambling as a distraction, leaving Crystal just off guard enough for her to catch her with a cheap shot to the face. Just like that, the ring devolves into fitting chaos, with Devitt and Irwin going after Sanada and The Parkers! The Deathriders take down Brett Irwin with the Widow’s Strike! They help Sanada to gang up on Flint Devitt, sending him out of the ring as well!

Meanwhile, Crystal ends up on top of Jessi! But before she can land a punch, Sanada and the Parker sisters pull her off, battering her to her knees as Jessi makes it up to her feet! They pin her arms behind her back as Jessi readies herself to hit Disenchanted! The runs up, but before she can hit the move—



Nick Hanson: Wait…is that–

Jim Reynolds: You gotta be shitting me!!

“Warrior” by Stitched Up Heart begins to play, with none other than Jordan Majors making her way down the ramp.

Nick Hanson: That’s Jordan Majors from Destiny! Guess she’s finally getting that call up!

Jim Reynolds: Well she definitely could’ve picked a better time. Four Queens plus one Jordan equals she’s fucked!

Jordan steps up to the Queens Of Chaos, seemingly unstifled by the four-on-one disadvantage she has. Jessi does nothing but stare at the woman she saw as a friend, baffled that she came all this way just to stand against her. Kaya Parker grows tired off the stand off, attempting to ambush Jordan! But Jessi, much to everyone’s surprise, pushes Kaya back, yelling “NO!” towards her before telling the rest of the Queens to fall back. The quartet make their exit from the ring, with Jessi’s eyes being fixed on Jordan through it all.

Nick Hanson: For a Queen of Chaos, Jessi Ozborne is showing a surprising amount of restraint!

Jim Reynolds: Something about Jordan Majors obviously has her stunned.

“Warrior” begins playing again, as Jordan begins to help Crystal to her feet, along with Flint and Brett.
The camera finds Cameron and Shawn Worley walking down a hallway backstage.

Cameron Worley: We gotta get ready for tonight but we gotta get Bubba ready for tonight.

Shawn just looks at his brother like he’s lost his mind for the millionth time in their lives.

Shawn Worley: How do we get Bubba ready for that? He’s fightin’ three women who added together just barely equal his weight and I know they’s all badass in they own way but… Bubba falls wrong in that match, they ain’t gettin’ up!

Cameron nods in acknowledgement.

Cameron Worley: Yeah I know, but we gotta warn him they probably gonna team up on him and while you and I would usually pay double or triple for that kind of action, Bubba ain’t gonna understand. It would never usually cross his mind that those three would work together against him.

Shawn Worley: You know Carmen’d whoop y’all’s ass for sayin’ the action thing, right?

Cameron nods as they continue on down the hall.

Cameron Worley: If she didn’t, Reya would and then she’d come scoop up what was left for a pro[er burial.

Shawn smirks.

Shawn Worley: Just checkin’. I ain’t tryin’ to get our girlfriends to kill us because you made a joke about shit we ain’t even doin’!

Cameron snickers at his brother.

Cameron Worley: Don’t worry, we gotta survive this roulette shit tonight before we worry about Carmen and Reya killin’ us for somethin’ I said.

Shawn nods.

Shawn Worley: Fuckin’ Astro Creeps again, Man.

Cameron Worley: Thicc Attack, Foundation and Lealtad too.

Shawn nods.

Shawn Worley: Let’s just find Bubba and…

They turn the corner and find Bubba happily eatin’ devil’s food cake. Seeing the happy mood the big man is in, Shawn shakes his head at Cameron.

Shawn Worley: I ain’t tellin’ him shit.

Cameron nods slowly.

Cameron Worley: Yeah… me either.
Jonna had been walking around backstage since her match, rubbing her shoulder off and on from when Azurine sent her into the turnbuckle, asking a few people here and there if they had seen Harper since she wasn’t out for her match a little earlier in the evening. The champion was still in her ring gear, about to head down another hallway when Alexa Marcus came running up to her, a concerned look on her face.

Jonna Austin: Hey Alexa…what’s wro-”

Alexa Marcus: You need to come with me…now. Your locker room was broken after you left it earlier. Harper…it ain’t good, Jo.

Jonna didn’t wait for Alexa to say anything more before the Silver Mountain Champion turned on her heel and took off running toward her locker room. There was a small crowd surrounding her door. Se shoved through a mix of roster members, backstage staff, security, and parts of medical to get into the room. Her eyes quickly scanned it, seeing the place trashed, but when her eyes fell on Harper Lee against one of the room’s walls.

Jonna Austin: Harper! What the fuck!

Throwing her title onto a bench in the room, she rushed over to her friend, a mix of anger and concern filling her eyes as she looked at the barbed wire that was wrapped around the woman…the piece of paper stapled to her head, and the Anarchy ‘A’ cut into one of her arms, blood running from it and where the barbs on the wire were digging into her skin. Harper was whimpering as they slowly and carefully cut the barbed wire to try and make it easier to get it off of her. Jonna eyed them as a member of the team moved to get the staple out of the manager’s head. The Texas native quickly grabbed Harper’s exposed hand, squeezing it very gently to let her know that she was there.

Jonna Austin: I’m right here, Harp…they’re gonna get the staple out. Break my hand if you’ve gotta, I know you got that strength in ya.

Harper let out a yell as they pulled the staple out, but Jonna was glad that she was able to distract her enough to keep her from jerking into the wire. The note was looked at for a moment before it was ultimately decided to have it passed to Jonna. Her eyes fell to the paper, and all she could see was red upon recognizing the handwriting.

You made it personal. We’re just returning the favor.

Crumpling the paper in her hand, Jonna let out a growl as her gaze fell back onto her friend. Trying to keep her composure for Harper so as to avoid stressing the freaked-out, hurting, and bleeding woman even more than she was, she gave her friend’s hand another gentle squeeze.

Jonna Austin: Don’t worry, Harps…they’re going to get you free then take you to the hospital to check you over and get you cleaned up. If I’m not back before they take you, I’ll have Alexa ride with you so you’re not alone, and I’ll meet you there.

Jonna gave the woman’s hand one more squeeze before she got back to her feet, leaving her title on the bench in her locker room. She shoved passed the crowd that had grown outside of the room, not caring who was in it, but when she felt a hand grab her arm, the champion quickly turned on her heel, ready to deck the person until she saw it was Alexa. The Texas native’s body was trembling with just pure rage waiting to burst out.

Alexa Marcus: Jonna…you know I’ll find out who did this.

Jonna Austin: I already fucking know who did it. And I’m about to handle it my way. If I’m not back before they get her free and take her in, go with her til I can get there.

Alexa Marcus: Then let us handle it properly…she needs you, not me.

Jonna wrenched her arm out of Alexa’s grip, saying nothing else before she continued down the hall, a look on her face that just seemed to make everyone quickly move out of her way. Before she got too far away, Alexa called after her.

Alexa Marcus: This isn’t the way to deal with it!

Jonna Austin: He wanted a fight! Now he’s getting a fucking war!

Jonna didn’t bother turning around to face Alexa as she yelled back to the woman. She had nothing else to say but certainly something to handle.
The lights flash on though it’s not certain to Chrissy on whether that’s because of the ceiling lights or if she’s just now woken up. All she remembers is Anya’s foot coming down on her face and just a prolonged blur. Though she’s now at least conscious enough to be aware of her surroundings she takes a look and it helps that in front of her there’s a large mirror along the front of the room reflecting both herself and what’s behind her. Just a bunch of Harem propaganda depicting Anya as “Your savior” and if you’re ever frightened and alone to simply “Reach out to our Goddess”. Chrissy shakes her head and takes a more thorough examination of herself. For starters, the chair she’s seated in she’s bound into by steel shackles. Though whenever she tries to wriggle in them she feels a deep level of pain like something is piercing into her flesh. There’s also a black ball shoved deeply into her mouth keeping her from speaking or calling out. Though even if she could, who would come in to show sympathy?

As if knowing the question crossing along Chrissy’s head, the door opens as Mari steps inside examining a phone screen and carrying a steel case no larger than a business briefcase. She rests the case down on top of a table along the side of the room before stepping around Chrissy running a few fingers through her hair all while keeping her attention dedicated to the phone. WIth her head free, Chrissy can try to shake away Mari’s fingers but the redhead isn’t deterred. Rather, she strokes them down and then comes around in front of her turning the phone so Chrissy can see it’s her own. It’s still on the lock screen, much to Chrissy’s relief.

Mari: What’s the code to get in? Hm?

She asks though she doesn’t even bother trying to pull the gag from her captive’s mouth. Despite Chrissy’s unimpressed expression in considering this woman incompetent as a result, Mari just smiles.

Mari: I’m not stupid. I know you’re not just going to tell me just because I asked. Honestly,

She walks over to the table, her heels clicking along the hard, concrete floor as she rests the phone down. She turns, pauses a moment, then walks in behind Chrissy so they can both be seen in the reflection and Mari resumes stroking her heavy nailed fingers through her hair.

Mari: I’m hoping you don’t tell me. Anya and Dolly wanted to come in here and talk with you. Sort of…be the friendly sort. “Maybe we can try a peaceful resolution”. “Maybe she WANTS to be in the Harem.” Anya’s belief, Dolly just goes with whatever she says. I told them you weren’t ready to be friends and that you’d need further…convincing.

Mari’s brow raises as she runs her tongue along her puffed lips and her eyes shift to the metal briefcase.

Mari: Anya had me promise not to leave any marks or break any of your limbs. Honestly, she didn’t have to make me promise any of that because how could you best learn to serve our Goddess if you can barely walk, hm? Besides, I COULD just slip on a pair of brass knuckles and begin punching you in various places but you’d talk too soon, wouldn’t you? We can’t have that, can we?

She coos running her nails down the sides of Chrissy’s arms pressing her bust to the back of her head. Mair finishes with a playful giggle and saunters back in front of her still smiling.

Mari: So…I’m going to remove the gag and when I do,

She points up a finger looking serious.

Mari: You need to insult me. Tell me…my lips are too big even for Anya’s ass, or,

Her eyes dart around as she tries to think of something else Chrissy could use as she shrugs.

Mari: Call me a coward for not stepping into that fight earlier. Or just say nothing. Any of that BUT the code to your phone. For now.

She suggests as well before stepping in close enough to grip the armrests of the chair getting her face right in close to Chrissy’s.

Mari: I just want the excuse to hurt you.

Her smiles turns to a grin while she runs a finger along the inside of the gags strap slowly pulling the ball from Chrissy’s mouth. While giving her a chance to flex out her jaw, Mari approaches her briefcase opening it up eager for Chrissy’s response. With Chrissy’s mouth free, the first thing she does is spit right at Mari’s feet, looking at her, the pained, seething expression on her face. She hurt, she was battered, beaten, bruised, but not defeated, not yet.

Christina Olson: Fuck you, you worthless bimbo bitch. What you want, you’ll never get. Y’all just got fuckin lucky out there, so go on, do your fuckin worst, because I’m stronger than you think.

Chrissy sat there, trying to fight, but the pain was intense, causing her to wince, but she had a resolve on her face that told Mari that whatever was planned, Mari was going to have her fun.

Mari: I knew I was going to like you.

Leaving the wad of saliva along the toe of her boot, Mari turns to briefcase so she can run her eyes along what she has inside. What she chooses is a very thin, very flimsy bit of leather with tiny points running along the side. Some of which are pointed inward or outward, depending on your view of reference, but it seems like a good starter in Mari’s opinion.

Mari: Before I begin I should let you know we’re not trying to sneak any peeks into your personal life, we just want to inform those that you yourself told you’d be coming here that everything is alright. Done in your tone, of course. I mean, we can’t have them wanting to come here and see for themselves, do we?

There’s a sparkle in Mari’s eyes at the thought of torturing Chrissy’s friends in front of her. But she’ll settle now for Chrissy drawing the leather strip up along her bare arm. It doesn’t puncture but it scratches and the fact that Mari is slowly working it up and down only makes it feel like a million bug bites. When she’s drawn it enough times along one arm she repeats the process with the other.

Mari: Now, about what you said earlier. “Worthless bimbo bitch”? I obviously have a value, it’s just not to you. Bimbo? I could understand, we’ve only just met and bitch? Please, don’t flatter me unless we’re dating.

Chrissy sat there, squirming in her chair as the leather was drug across her arm. It wasn’t painful, just incredibly uncomfortable. Each little pass made it just a little more unbearable, but not enough to cause her to want to do anything out of the ordinary. She looked up at Mari, a smile on her face as she felt it all and just kept her eyes locked on the woman over top of her.

Christina Olson: Don’t think you’re anything special to me. You’re just another person, another bitch who wants to try and do something to me, but ultimately fail at it all. If that’s what you’ve got, I’m not impressed.

Mari smiles pleasantly in response moving the leather away and poking a finger against Chrissy’s nose nearly poking out her eye with her nail in the process.

Mari: You’re just being tons of fun today, aren’t you? No, this isn’t the best I have. Obviously. I mean, why would I start with the best? Am I on a schedule? Are you? No, I want to prolong things with us. You already know what I want so why force it out of you, hm? Maybe you’ll tell because you’re sick and tired of just seeing me. Or,

She steps aside letting Chrissy see herself once more in the reflection.

Mari: Maybe you’ll be sick of seeing how much you enjoy it. Who knows? Maybe you’ll try and become my best friend in a few months just so I can hurt you some more. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Mari giggles and returns to her case resting the leather strip back down but refuses to silence herself.

Mari: So tell me about yourself. I mean, I really don’t care but I’ve been told when narcissists talk about themselves it gives them a surge of inner power and strength that allows them to overcome most any obstacle.

She turns around holding a stick no bigger than a piece of kindling with a wrapped handle on one end and a thin spike at the other.

Mari: I’m sure you’ll tell me you aren’t but answer me this; before you came here what were the last ten photos you posted on your social media, hm?

Christina Olson: Oh, I know I’m a conceited bitch. I know I show off my body because I’m far from ashamed of how I look because taking one look at me, you can tell I’m a mother fucking ten. I’m hotter than your so called Goddess, hotter than anyone here. I don’t care what you say, what you do, because I’m a god damn warrior and there’s nothing that can truly break me down.

Chrissy looks up at Mari, staring her straight in the eyes as she spits again, this time hitting the woman right in the face with it. Mari finally reacts to it by dabbing it with her fingers smearing it along Chrissy’s shoulder. She then swings the small instrument down stabbing Chrissy in the back of her palm. The expression on Mari’s face now fierce as there’s something there she clearly didn’t like. Though quickly shushes herself and resumes smiling.

Mari: Shh, shh, shh. Things are fine. Things were said we all know you didn’t mean.

Her jaw tenses as she presses down on the stick giving it a light twist.

Mari: Our Goddess is an eleven. You may not think so yourself but this is a true fact and you’ll learn to accept that. Now, take back what you said because Anya made me promise not to leave a mark.

Now it’s “made me”?

Chrissy winces as the barb stabs her hand and is twisted around inside of her skin. She refused to make a sound or too much of a movement and giveaway that this one truly did hurt her a little bit. Chrissy looks up at Mari, laughing as she pauses for a moment and just shakes her head.

Christina Olson: Like I’d ever take back a truth. I’m hotter than all of it. Especially that Goddess.

Chrissy sits there, the barb digging into her hand, unmoving, doing her best to keep the brave face on her. Mari’s face contorts into anger for a bit until she pulls the stick away leaving the small yet potentially deep wound. She’s marked Chrissy so who knows what Anya will have to say about that to her later. Not that Chrissy would be around for that as Mari tosses the stick back into the briefcase and pulls out a tiny salt shaker. She doesn’t waste any time before sprinkling a little of it over Chrissy’s wound.

Mari: Say it again, bitch! Say it to me one more time! Keep saying it! Keep giving me a reason to want to hear your screams!


Chrissy’s face contorts as the salt is poured into her wound. She doesn’t make a sound though, wanting to do everything to just piss Mari off as much as she possibly can at this point.

Christina Olson: Your goddess is ugly as fuck…

Mari: What was that?

Mari asks, slapping Chrissy’s cheek and gripping her jaw, shaking her head out a couple times.

Mari: You’re fading, aren’t you? Don’t end the fun yet, we’re just beginning.

She slaps Chrissy’s cheek a couple more times and leaves her as she returns to her case staring down at it for a bit. After some thought, she returns behind Chrissy using the redheads body to hide what she has in store for her next.

Mari: Tell me if you’re fading, Chrissy. Because if you are it’s not going to be much fun playing with you. You’re not going to feel the pain like I want you to.

Chrissy’s head is pounding after the slaps and shaking around. She closes her eyes for a moment trying to get her bearings back to her before opening her eyes, seeing Mari behind her now as she grins and shakes her head.

Christina Olson: I’m far from done yet. This is child’s play to me right now.

Mari keeps herself from getting too upset here as she brings up her new toy; a knotted length of rope with wooden handles. Essentially, a strangling tool only with the knots it becomes a little more painful than life threatening as Mari pulls along both ends after wrapping the rope around Chrissy’s neck.

Mari: Is this still child’s play for you, bitch? Hm? Answer me! Tell me I’m still going soft!

Chrissy gasps for breath as she feels the knots and rope around her throat. Her legs kick a little bit as she struggles to find breath and her eyes lock right onto Mari in the process. Mari’s grin actually widens as she tightens the rope only for the metal door to open and Dolly to step inside accompanied by Zhenya.

Dolly: I think that’s enough, Mari. A dead girl is going to be harder to deal with than a living one.

Mari: But then I’d have a body pillow.

Dolly only crosses her arms giving her counterpart a disapproving stare. Eventually, Mari gets the message and loosens her grip on the rope. As she puts that away, Dolly takes note of Chrissy’s hand and sighs.

Dolly: The Goddess said not to mark her.

Mari: It was an accident.

Mari innocently retorts, closing up her briefcase and grabbing Chrissy’s phone on her way out. Dolly follows close behind as Zhenya closes the door leaving Chrissy alone until she would next be needed.
We cut backstage to the candle lit locker room belonging to the Perseverance Champion, Dolores a.k.a Sylvia Lopez. The woman in question is sitting at a vanity with her championship belt resting on the desk in front of her along with her mask, which is propped up on a small stand. In the reflection of the mirror, we see Dolores the doll sitting on a large black chair staring right into the camera while Lopez stares into the mirror.

Sylvia Lopez: Does Sylvia get to play tonight, Dolores?!

The camera cuts to showing just the reflection of the doll as it blinks and its mouth begins to move.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔑𝔬𝔱 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱, 𝔖𝔶𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔞... 𝔣𝔬𝔯 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱 𝔞 𝔪𝔢𝔰𝔰𝔞𝔤𝔢 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱.

The camera switches back to its original viewpoint.

Sylvia Lopez: They want to take Sylvia’s shiny from her! Graves?! Rotten?! Thompson?! They want to take Sylvia’s shiny!

Back to the doll.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔇𝔬 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔞𝔣𝔯𝔞𝔦𝔡; 𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔣𝔞𝔱𝔢 𝔠𝔞𝔫𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔫 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔲𝔰; 𝔦𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔞 𝔤𝔦𝔣𝔱.

And back to Lopez, her eyes flash and she smirks at hearing the Dante’s Inferno quote before the camera cuts back to the doll.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔇𝔞𝔯𝔠𝔶 𝔊𝔯𝔞𝔳𝔢𝔰, 𝔇𝔬𝔫𝔞 ℜ𝔬𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔫 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔅𝔲𝔟𝔟𝔞 𝔗𝔥𝔬𝔪𝔭𝔰𝔬𝔫? 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔞𝔱𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔭𝔬𝔴𝔢𝔯 ℑ 𝔭𝔬𝔰𝔰𝔢𝔰𝔰.

Back to Lopez.

Sylvia Lopez: And what of the one who set you free? Are we sure they can be trusted?

We switch back to the doll.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔗𝔥𝔦𝔰 𝔥𝔞𝔰 𝔟𝔢𝔢𝔫 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔟𝔢, 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔦𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯𝔰 𝔱𝔬 𝔮𝔲𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫. 𝔖𝔞𝔶 𝔫𝔬 𝔪𝔬𝔯𝔢.

Lopez nods, again smirking at the quote from her favorite book before we go back to the doll.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔨𝔫𝔬𝔴 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔭𝔞𝔰𝔱... 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔲𝔪𝔞 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔢𝔫𝔡𝔲𝔯𝔢𝔡... 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔢𝔤𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔱𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔞𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔶𝔬𝔲. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔰𝔲𝔣𝔣𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬𝔬 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔲𝔩𝔱, 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔠𝔨 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔩𝔦𝔨𝔢 ℑ 𝔡𝔬.

We cut back to Lopez.

Sylvia Lopez: When can Sylvia meet them?! She wishes to thank them for freeing you once more!

And once again, back to the doll.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: ℑ𝔫 𝔡𝔲𝔢 𝔱𝔦𝔪𝔢, 𝔖𝔶𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔞. 𝔉𝔬𝔯 𝔫𝔬𝔴 ℑ 𝔪𝔲𝔰𝔱 𝔣𝔬𝔠𝔲𝔰 𝔬𝔫 𝔱𝔬𝔫𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱. 𝔗𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔨... 𝔰𝔢𝔱 𝔪𝔢 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔪𝔞𝔨𝔢 𝔪𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔢.

Lopez looks down at the mask and takes it in her hand before placing it over her face and the candles flicker as she does so.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔄𝔟𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔫 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔢... 𝔶𝔢 𝔴𝔥𝔬 𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢.

The candles then go out leaving the room in complete darkness as a shriek of laughter echoes before we cut elsewhere.