NFW Collision #151 - 11/29/2022!

We open up this episode of Collision with Josh Davidson standing in the middle of the ring. In front him sits a table, with a chair to each side.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, I am Josh Davidson welcoming you all to the contract signing for the match that is to commence between Jessi Ozborne and Crystal Caldwell at WrestleWar XIX. Now, these two rivals and their respective factions have been going to war with each other since we have returned to regularly broadcasting Collision following the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament.

At the urging of the two, we have decided to hold this contract signing here in the ring, so that these combatants have a public forum with which to air their grievances. So without further adieu, let’s get on with proceedings. Introducing at this time first, leader of High Society “The Burning Rose” Crystal Caldwell!

"Smile Bomb" by 17TheKid begins to play as Crystal Caldwell makes her way down to the ring. She shakes hands with Josh Davidson and takes her seat.

Josh Davidson: And, her WrestleWar opponent, leader of The Queens of Chaos, “Reina Asesina” Jessi Ozborne!

“Bow Down” by I Prevail begins to play as Jessi Ozborne makes her way to the ring as well. Ozborne is notably alone, with the absences of Jordan Majors and Sanada raising a few eyebrows in the crowd. She eventually makes it to the ring, with Josh Davidson extending his hand out for a shake. Ozborne snubs him however, opting to walk right past him and to her seat, picking up a microphone from the table.

Jessi Ozborne: Alright Davidson, you got us out here. Now let’s hurry this thing up because I don’t have all night.

Josh Davidson: Well ladies, before we get this contract signed, now is your chance to speak up. If there’s anything you’d like to say about your opponent in three weeks time, you may now have at it. Crystal, we’ll give you the floor first.

Crystal Caldwell: If I can be blunt. This has gone on long enough. I am sick and tired of all of the running and all of the talking. All of this notion that you feel that you are better than me. All I wanted is to get my hands on you one on one. This has been a long time coming and I am going to just tell you like I see it. I am going to flat out fuck you up. You are pretentious and all of this will come to an end. As soon as that bell rings I am going to hurt you in a way you aren’t used to. I promise you that much! See, in a perfect world–

Jessi quickly interrupts.

Jessi Ozborne: Shut up. Just…shut the fuck up. You wanna know what annoys me the most about you, Crystal? It’s how you seem to spew the same pandering garbage to these people over and over and over. You talk about what would happen in a “perfect world”. It’s always “in a perfect world…” this, and “in a perfect world…” that. You wanna know what a perfect world looks like for Crystal Caldwell? A perfect world in the eyes of Crystal Caldwell is one without judgment. A world in which she can get away with doing or saying whatever she likes without having to backpedal to avoid the consequences. A perfect world in the eyes of Crystal Caldwell is a world where Crystal Caldwell is always right, where she always has the happy ending.

That’s why a perfect world doesn’t exist, and why a happy ending for you is infeasible. Which leads me directly to my next point, because it’s not enough that simply I destroy you, Crystal. No. It can never be that simple, because even a cockroach can survive a nuclear blast. You’ll get back up, spin this experience into yet another self-admittedly fake, pandering promo, and carry on not learning a goddamn thing. Instead, I decided to make a move that’ll hopefully be a wake up call to save you from yourself, whilst also rescuing these people from having to listen to your pathetic drek any longer.

Jessi takes the contract they were going to sign off the table, showing it off to Crystal before continuing.

Jessi Ozborne: It’s why this thing? Means dick!

Jessi tosses the contract out of the ring, pulling a new copy from behind her on her chair and laying it on the table.

Jessi Ozborne: See, I want you gone once and for all. Which is why I had this new contract drafted up for our match. If you want me at WrestleWar, you can have me…But only if you put your career in NFW on the line.

Josh Davidson pipes in, looking a bit nervous.

Josh Davidson: Um…uh…Jessi…I don’t think that’s quite lega–

Jessi Ozborne: I don’t give one drop of a fuck what you think is legal, Josh! Butt out!

Crystal looks at the crowd who are all chanting NO over and over again. She looks at the contract smiling as she looks at it

Crystal Caldwell: So is this what this is all about?! You want to rid the world of me?! You honestly think you have what it takes to end my NFW career?! Fuck off you stupid cunt. As great as all of this sounds, and I definitely am willing to put everything on the line because I know I can beat you. We aren’t going to do it on your terms! I refuse to walk into a one sided affair.

Jessi gives a slight smile, thinking that she’s gotten into Crystal’s head. That is until Crystal grabs the contract and tosses it out of the ring, to the surprise of the crowd. She smirks before she reaches behind her chair and puts another one on the table.

Crystal Caldwell: Here is a NEW contract. One that actually has my name etched on the people. See if it even has my full government name on it. Christina Rose Lopez Hilton Zdunich de Caldwell! This contract is for a loser leaves NFW match. What I am saying is that we fight for each other’s careers. Not this BS where you lose and show up on Trauma or Destiny, or some bullshit like that, but permanently gone from the company. I am willing to RISK it all Puta. The question is are you?! Are you that confident Queen insert a new Twitter name blah blah blah Jessi.

Jessi’s poker face slides off a fair bit, which becomes apparent to all those watching. She tries to recapture a bit of confidence through insulting her WrestleWar opponent.

Jessi Ozborne: Y-you’re gonna come at me about Twitter name? Ms. I-Have-A-New-Last-Name-And-Personality-Every-Week? You really think just because you managed to make your one smart move a month that you’ve got me shaken up?

Crystal Caldwell: Look we can do this all day. I am tempted to give you the cliche I know you are but what am I speech but let’s face it. Nobody wants us to talk. They want us to fight. So let’s not stall. Let’s not get into a debate. Let’s just sign the contract already. What are you afraid of?!

The crowd begins to go along with this, chanting straight to Jessi here.

Crowd: SIGN! THE CON-TRACT!
clap clap clap clap clap
SIGN! THE CON-TRACT!
clap clap clap clap clap

Jessi begins to look increasingly nervous, with Josh Davidson once again piping in.

Josh Davidson: Uhhh…Ms. Ozborne? I believe we’re just waiting on yo–

Jessi Ozborne: Fuck OFF, Josh!!

Crystal snickers as the crowd continues to egg Jessi on. She eventually takes the microphone to speak to Crystal!

Jessi Ozborne: Listen…I think we can come to a more rational agreement I mean…

Just before Jessi could finish, the tron flickers to life, with footage backstage beginning the play! There we see Jordan Majors and Sanada brawling backstage with The Foundation! The Queens duo seemingly outpower Irwin and Devitt, with the who shoving them into a nearby supply closet before wedging a chair underneath the knob to lock them in!

The sight of all this distracts Crystal, leaving an opening for Jessi to pounce on her from behind! The two go back and forth, with Crystal seemingly holding her own against Jessi! Eventually, Jordan and Sanada make their way down to ringside, with Crystal telling them to bring it on! Jessi’s able to make it back up, smashing Crystal from behind with the contract she refused to sign! She sees she has Crystal outnumbered and incapacitated, instructing Jordan and Sanada to grab chairs from under the ring! Jessi proceeds to tangle Crystal in the ropes, leaving her absolutely defenseless as Sanada slips one of the chairs onto her arm!

Nick Hanson: No…NO! Don’t do this, dammit!

Jim Reynolds: This scene has dissolved into carnage and I’m here for it!

Sanada, Jordan, and Jessi all crowd around the tangled up Crystal, each armed with a steel chair! They begin to ruthlessly attack Crystal, each of them wildly swinging on the chair wrapped around her arm! Crystal screams out in agony, her arm seemingly being crushed from the onslaught!

Nick Hanson: This is absolutely despicable! These girls may have just broken Crystal Caldwell’s arm!

Jim Reynolds: It’s strategy, Nicky!

Nick Hanson: STRATEGY?! THIS STRAIGHT UP CRIMINAL, JIM!! SOMEONE GET OUT HERE AND DO SOMETHING!!

Eventually, someone seems to hear Nick’s plea, with a sea of officials rushing out from the back to break up the carnage! They all rush the Queens out of the ring, with Jessi scooping up the contract for the Loser Leaves Match off the mat as she does.

Jessi Ozborne: Oh yeah…think I oughta get this signed now!

And with that, Jessi signs on the dotted line, making the stipulation official!

Jessi Ozborne: See you on the other side of retirement, Grandma!

Jessi, Jordan, and Sanada all laugh as they make their way up the ramp, the crowd showing their disgust as we fade.
We cut back to the show in the backstage area at the entrance to the building as Johnny Towers dressed in his typical punk gear and leather jacket and Desdemona Shelley, wearing a tight black shirt with lace sleeves along with a pair of hip-hugging black pants, and chunky black boots, walk in through the door.

Johnny Towers: Yeah its a shame ya wherent here for that, i put the pain in on that fucking slag that time for sure. Wasn't the same without ya here though i gotta say.

Desdemona Shelley: Oh I know you did, baby…compared to what you're going to do to her at WrestleWar, that was nothing, though. Darcy is going to get a little taste of it tonight. And I know it wasn't, but I had some stuff to take care of back stateside.

Towers smiles and takes a hold of her hand as they continue to walk down the hallway.

Johnny Towers: No doubt love, she has no clue the amount of ways I know how to cause pain and the wolves needed your help no doubt they are good people. Apart from you they are the only ones I can stand in that country.

Desdemona Shelley: They seemed to like you well enough at Thanksgiving.

Before Dessy could say anything else, Alexa Marcus came up to the couple. It was clear that the Head of Security felt she had better things to do, but she halfway tossed a small piece of paper at Towers.

Alexa Marcus: Mrs. Clarkson-Morian asked me to bring that to you. None of the stagehands want to deal with you, but apparently you have an interview scheduled alongside Jonna a little while before your match later.

Johnny just looks at her with a sneer opening the paper that was thrown at him.

Johnny Towers: What a bunch of fucking pussies, yeah its asking us to get to the interview as soon as I get here, guess I better go aye, shame they are forcing us to be in different rooms for this interview. Guess they gotta protect their precious champion as long as they can.

Towers spits on the paper throwing it back at Alexa who did not look amused.

Johnny Towers: Tell them daffy cunts we will be there after I get my stuff ready.

Alexa Marcus: I'm not a messenger bitch for you. The GM just knows I'm not scared of you like others are.

Alexa rolled her eyes before she turned on her heel and walked off, leaving the couple to do whatever they had to do before the interview. Dessy turned to look at Johnny with a smirk on her face.

Desdemona Shelley: Well how about we give them an interview to remember? Even if they want to protect their pitiful champion, it's not going to happen.

Johnny Towers: Exactly what I was thinking.
We open up backstage in the hallway as we see Pet, walking down the hallway with a metal leash in her hand. We look behind her and we see Christina Olson walking behind with the leash connected to a collar around her neck. The two of them turn a corner and when they do, Amanda Thorn is there to greet the two of them and Pet just rolls her eyes.

Amanda Thorn: Chrissy, can I get a word with you about what happened last week with you and Cass Baumer?

Pet: What’s there to discuss? My newest little addition made her choice and knows where she belongs, with the true Goddess, me!

Amanda Thorn: But why Cass? What did she do?

Pet: She’s been sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong long enough now and little Christina here is going to put the mutt down.

Pet motions for Christina to step forward. Christina gives a bow to Pet before stepping up to Amanda.

Christina Olson: It doesn’t matter why I did what I did. MY Goddess gave the order and I executed it. None of you understand what it means to have someone so superior leading me where I need to be and guiding me. I’m not explaining anything.

Christina looks at Pet with longing eyes.

Christina Olson: May we leave, Goddess? I bet your feet could use a good rub and footstool.

Pet chuckles as she walks right past Amanda and Christina follows behind her. The two of them walk down the hall, right past the Kingdom locker room as Morgan Payne is seen getting ready to go in. She turns her attention to Pet and Christina. Morgan tries to get the attention of Christina, but she just aggressively bumps the shoulder of her former friend and keeps walking without even looking back. Morgan looks up, rubbing her shoulder, a look of pain and anger in her eyes as she walks into the locker room.
The scene opens up backstage. Standing in the interview area (without an interviewer) is Abigail Lindsay already in her ring gear. The Scotland crowd cheers as soon as she flashes on screen, the warm reception from the audience brings a smile to her face. She waves, acknowledging the Scotland faithful.

Abigail Lindsay: “Hello Scotland. Allow me to introduce myself. My name is Abigail “Serenity” Lindsay and I am one half of your Tag Team Champions... shouldn’t it be WORLD Tag Team Champions? We do travel the WORLD every once in a blue moon. Have fans all around the WORLD... eh, I digress. Small things, ya know?”

Abigail cracks a smile.

Abigail Lindsay: “Two hundred and two days ago on an edition of Collison, Astro Creeps, you came into our lives. Mowed through what was left of the tag team division in one fell swoop. Quite impressive. Sela and I watched the carnage you ushered forward and we asked ourselves, how much fun are we going to have. Alas, a lot has happened in two hundred and two days.”

“Sela is gone.”

“Milisandre is my partner now.”

“Salacious Intent is dead.”

“Unnatural Forces remain strong... kinda. Still think Mili is mad at me for refusing to let her use Darcy as a sacrifice. We’ll find out soon enough. For two hundred and two days I have asked myself a question as old as the dawn of time...”

“Do I like it creepy?”

Abigail pauses to ponder the question she asked herself.

Abigail Lindsay: “Do you like it creepy, Scotland?”

A very loud “NO” can be heard from the fans inside the arena.

Abigail Lindsay: “For the millions of people watching at home... do YOU like it creepy?”

Abigail points to the camera. She shrugs knowing she isn’t going to get an answer.

Abigail Lindsay: “Pieces, I like it creepy.”

Abigail cracks a cashmere smile.

Abigail Lindsay: “Sweetie, you are impressive. I’ll give you that. One thing you’re gonna learn real quick is this world still belongs to me. Collision is my playground. Always has. Always will be. See you out there.”

Abigail blows at the camera. She saunters off as the scene fades to black.
The titantron screen roared to life, a line splitting it into two sections. On one side of the screen was Jonna Austin, only the upper half of her body was visible but it was clear that she was in street clothes as she was wearing a dark gray t-shirt with the Silver Mountain title draped over her shoulder. On the other side of the screen was Johnny Towers in his ring gear for his match later in the evening. In the middle of the ring stood Josh Davidson with a microphone in his hand.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm being joined by the Silver Mountain Champion, Jonna Austin, and her WrestleWar opponent, Johnny Towers. Our general manager felt it would be best to keep the two apart for this interview, so we're conducting it via feeds where the two are in separate parts of the arena.

The feed showed both wrestlers rolling their eyes at the being kept apart portion. If they had their way, they'd be duking it out right then and there, but that was of course the problem and reason for their setup.

Josh Davidson: Now it's become very clear that the two of you knew each other before either of you came to NFW. This feud has gone down to a more personal level than what I believe some of us are used to seeing.

Jonna Austin: Look, Josh, I'm going to stop you right there. Wrestling ends up personal on some level no matter who's involved. The fact that, yes, we knew each other before NFW just takes it to another level is all.

Johnny Towers:] Fucking right it does, all of this ya have had coming to ya.

Jonna Austin: Oh piss off, Johnny! You're the one that took it beyond what it needed to be when you went after Harper.

Before either wrestler could say anything else, Davidson cleared his throat to try and get control of the interview.

Josh Davidson: Before this gets completely off the rails. You've both shown that you're willing to go to extreme lengths when dealing with one another. How is that going to factor in when it comes to WrestleWar?

Johnny Towers:] Its going to factor in the way that Jonna is going to have to kill me to stop me, you think you have learned everything that I can do, dont make me fucking laugh there is nothing you can do, nothing that you have done that has compared to my own brutality.

Jonna Austin: Well it won't be hard to do that considering the match I've chosen. Josh, you're wondering how it's going to factor in? It's real fucking simple. A Spike Nail Deathmatch. You want this title, Towers? You're going to have to literally fucking impale me on a board of nails to get it.

The champion paused for a second, a smirk coming to her face as she thought about what he had just said.

Jonna Austin: No one ever reveals all their tricks, even I know that, Johnny boy. You may have given me the stepping stones for getting involved in the brutal matches that I came to love, but I learned without you too.

The camera cut back to Davidson who seemed uncomfortable at the match stipulation that had been chosen.

Josh Davidson: Well…I suppose we know what kind of match to expect now, so I don't have to inquire about that after all. 2 weeks ago, Jonna, we saw Johnny blindside you with an attack. You seemed taken back at the end of the attack, and we're all wondering about it.

Jonna Austin: Well you'll just have to keep wondering, Davidson.

With a snort of disgust Towers spits to the side before staring back at the camera.


Johnny Towers: What? Not gonna tell them Jonna? Not surprised, let me ask you something how much does the fucking mugs around here know about the real you huh?

He stops and just as Jonna is about to respond Towers shouts to stop her.

Johnny Towers: Nah then again let me answer that one because I know you're gonna try and bullshit your way out of it, these people think they know you but they don't, they see the texan bad ass strutting around this place thinking she's all that but I know the truth. You try to say this started when I attacked Harper but you know better than that, this started years ago in London on that night you got the blood of my family and your former family on your hands. Why not tell them about Sam Jonna? You scared the fucking halfwits ya call your friends and family will not accept ya when they know your…

Jonna Austin: Shut the fuck up, Towers.

Jonna's jaw clenched to the point it actually ached a little as she spoke.

Jonna Austin: You know damn good and well I never wanted to be involved in that shit. That's why you didn't fucking tell me what was going down that night because you know I wouldn't have gone with you!

Jonna's voice wavered for a moment, so she took a moment before she continued.

Jonna Austin: I never got involved in that shit with y'all before that night because I didn't want to be involved…and you fucking knew it! I should have never fucking been there that night!

Johnny Towers: But you were there, you said you were ready for that and all you had to do was keep an eye out but that was too difficult for even you and that is why his blood was on your hands. Imagine what it was like on the other side when the last sight of the woman who I thought loved me was cradling the bloody body of my brother before being chased off by the assholes who got the jump on us because you didnt do your fucking job. He trusted you to have his back and you may as well have stabbed him yourself for the help you gave.

Jonna Austin: And you wonder why I fucking left without a damn word. I wanted no part in that shit. I loved you, but I couldn't be a part of that life.

The crowd had fallen silent during the exchange between the two. There was a look of rage and guilt on Austin's face at the memories of the night Towers had brought up. It was clear that it was an uncomfortable topic for her, but Davidson wasn't sure how to regain control over the situation or even what to ask at that point.

Jonna Austin: If you would have just left me out of that shit like I asked you to do so many times…

The woman trailed off and shook her head, unwilling to finish the statement.

Johnny Towers: You know what you make so many excuses and try to blame me for what happened but you know that you said you would be ready just to stand watch outside, you fucking said you could handle not being in it directly but hanging around outside and you FAILED! You fucking failed and Sam died because you where acting tough when inside you are nothing more than a selfish little wanna be hard person who Is nothing more than a little fucking coward and I am not going to stop till you lose everything you love in this world and I will crucify you on that nail board to do so. Then I'll set up Harper and Felicia up there also to keep you company as the life drains out your eyes.

Jonna didn't even stop to think before she ripped the little headset off as she stood up. She could be heard yelling, "This fucking ends tonight!" Johnny had a smirk on his face as she left the view of the camera, and it was clear that Davidson had no idea where to go from there.
The camera shifts backstage and the crowd cheers as, once again, we see Morgan Payne. She’s out of her gear now, swapped out for a pair of Doc Marten boots, and black fatigue pants. She’s still in a sports bra top with a black and white striped referee shirt in her hand that she looks ready to put on. She pauses in that action and grabs an ice pack off of the table, pressing it to the back of her head as she leans on her other hand against the table’s surface, muttering a curse under her breath but the mic still picks it up.

Morgan Payne: Fuckin’ bitch…

Within seconds, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal comes walking with “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal, Essie “Sangre” Carbajal and Carmen Lucia “Turbo” Leija right behind her, all of them dressed in black tactical boots, black tactical pants, black tops, their Shieldmaiden kuttes and black tactical fingerless gloves. Bullet glances at her sister and cousin and nods to the door.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Pilas! ¡Estar Moscas!

Taza and Sangre both nod and go to watch the door. Bullet turns back to Morgan and shakes her head.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Hijueputa! I should have seen that coming.

Morgan sets the ice pack down and sighs, turning to face Alex with a sour look on her face.

Morgan Payne: Me estoy cansando de la mierda de esa perra.

She angrily shakes out the referee shirt but stops again to put a hand on her head where she got nailed from the title belt. Morgan sighs.

Morgan Payne: Thanks for comin’ aht, though. I shoulda seen it too…

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: ¡Si ella no para le voy a cascar!

Morgan laughs a little, wincing more but brings her hand down.

Morgan Payne: Something I’on think she got enough of as a kid.

A brief beat. Morgan looks to Bullet, going serious again.

Morgan Payne: Listen, I’onno what’s gonna go dahn aht there tonight. Jansen thinks errbody’s aht t’get her or rob her. Much as I’d love seein’ you take dat strap offa her…dis is da night I show her just how gahdamn wrong she is. I need t’call dis dahn da middle. Ahnno you gon’ bring it to her and then some and if it comes dahn to it in London, shit, let’s do dis. You an’ me. I ain’t gon’ let her pull her bullshit she been pullin’ lately. I may not be da sharpest knife in da drawer but I know better than t’take my eyes off her.

Bullet nods respectfully.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: She will be ready. She will be looking for anything to point to us and say we are showing we are all out to get her.

She shakes her head.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: No des papaya. Give her no excuse.

Morgan nods back, thinks for a second, and hugs Bullet tight, still clutching her referee shirt.

Morgan Payne: A year ago, I didn’t think I’d be anywhere near dis anymore but I owe it to alla yinz for pullin’ me ahtta dat hole. Thank you…

She steps back and slips the referee top on, then finishes tying her hair up in a messy bun. Morgan looks down at herself, spreading her arms down at her sides and makes a face.

Morgan Payne: Welp…whatcha think? I look like a ref?

Bullet nods.

Alex "Bullet" Carbajal: You look like someone who has put in the work to get here and pulled herself out of hell. I trust you to do a good job as if you were wearing our colors yourself. You have done well, Morgan. We will see you out there.

Morgan smiles.

Morgan Payne: Gracias amiga. I’ll seeya aht there.

Morgan bumps fists with Bullet and heads out of the locker room to be ready for the entrances.
Backstage, Alex “Bullet” Carbajal stands in the room with her fellow Shieldmaidens, Jackie “Bandit” Layton, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire, and Zion’s Las Olvidadas, Gabriela “Taza” Carbajal, Essie “Sangre” Carbajal and Carmen Lucia “Turbo” Leija.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: It bae a big night, lasses. We bae naedin’ tae bae ready fer ennithin!

Banshee and Bandit both nod their agreement.

Aoife “Banshee” Maguire: We all bae naedin’ tae bae ready fer if Jansen pulls some shite an’...

Before she can finish her thought, Bullet raises her hand.

Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: No.

Everyone turns to their president and the room goes quiet.

Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: It is not a question of IF she will pull something. They can do metal detectors and pat downs, have Los Tombos check her three times and have extra referees along with Morgan and it will still be a question of not IF, but when she will pull something, what it will be and how bad it is. Jansen Myrrh would not hesitate before she was champion, she cannot hesitate now that she is the paranoid champion terrified of losing that championship because she will no longer know who she is anymore when that happens. It will end her in ways even she does not fully comprehend yet. This is why you must not do anything.

The other Shieldmaidens’ jaws all drop in unison.

Jackie "Bandit" Layton: Ale… 

Bullet shakes her head.

Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: No des papaya.

Bullet points at all of her fellow Maidens in succession before finishing with herself.

Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: We cannot give her an excuse. She will do something in this match. It is something I am certain will happen. I am telling all of you. No matter what she does. No matter how bad it is. If the bell to end the match has not rung, you will do nothing. You will stay here. You will not come to the ring. We will not be the excuse she has to justify her actions. We will not make her right. No des papaya.

She pauses as she takes in the sight before her of everyone in the room staring at her in shock and dismay.

Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: ¿Entiendes?

Bandit closes her eyes and then nods, the blonde woman clearly not pleased to have this aked of her. Psycho and Banshee follow suit, nodding as well.

Aoife “Banshee” Maguire: Aye, Ale.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye.

Turbo and Sangre both reluctantly nod as well. Bullet looks at the lone holdout in her younger sister, Taza, and focuses on her.

Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: ¿Gabi?

Taza slowly nods and Bullet smiles.

Alex “Bullet” Carbajal: ¡Qué Chimba, gracias!