NFW Collision #152 - 12/06/2022!

As the intro vignette ends and the cameras sweep across the crowd with the pyro going off, the commentary welcomes viewers to the show. A moment later, the pyro dies down and is immediately replaced by the opening strums of Jason Aldean’s “She’s Country.” General Manager Jessica Clarkson-Morian comes walking out on stage in her professional attire. She smiles to the crowd but it’s obvious that she’s not 100% in her typically chipper mood as she makes her walk to the ring.

Darlyn Fajardo: “Please welcome the General Manager of Collision, Jessica Clarkson-Morian!”

Jessica makes it to the ring and walks up the steps, daintily entering the ring where Darlyn Fajardo happily hands her the mic. Jessica makes sure to shake her hand before her music trails off and she addresses the audience.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “Well good evening, Blackpool! How’s y’all this evenin’?”

The positive reception from the fans serves to brighten her visibly dim mood some but she stays on track.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “Now like my predecessor, Mr. Callaway used to say, I know y’all didn’t come here to listen to run my mouth so I’ll be real kind and get right to the point.”

It’s at that moment that something comes over Jessica that nobody is used to seeing. Her sweet, sunny smile drops completely from her face as she looks towards the entryway. Her face is almost a cold scowl.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “Haruka Fukuhara. I know good darn well you’re hiding somewhere in this arena, waiting to pull some more of your tom foolery tonight. I’m gonna go right ahead and beat you to the punch. Wherever you are, you got a country minute to get out here and be standing in this ring in front of me. Now, if you ain’t familiar with what a country minute is, that’s about as long as it takes flies to invade a family picnic. It can also be described as being whenever I get tired of waiting and mind me, Ms. Haruka, my patience is wearing mighty thin these past few weeks. So get your tail out here. Now.”

Jessica lowers the microphone and folds her hands in front of her, watching the entryway. She rests an idle hand on her pregnant belly, now fairly visible from her term as she waits. All of a sudden, the opening sting to “VICTIM II” by HEALTH hits and the lights in the arena go a blinding white all around. The sting slowly fades out, the lights lower back down to normal, and across from the Collision GM stands the Zion Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion Haruka Fukuhara.

Haruka Fukuhara: “You rang?”

Jessica finishes blinking her eyes from the blinding light and lifts her gaze to stare directly at the woman in front of her.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “Well, thank you, Ms. Haruka, for your punctuality.”

The crowd’s in the beginning of a frenzy but Jessica looks around, motioning politely and asking for their silence so she may continue. She looks back to Haruka then.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “Let me start this off with a question, and Ms. Haruka, I want you to be real honest with me. Like your livelihood depends on it, because in a manner of speaking, it might…”

She pauses, lowering the microphone for a second, staring hard at the wrestler before her. She lifts the microphone back up.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “Give me one good reason why I shouldn’t terminate your contract to NFW, right here, right now, after what you’ve pulled these past couple weeks.”

The crowd pops at the prospect of this complete menace to the company getting fired. Fukuhara’s eyes narrow with anger as they stare daggers at the Collision GM, but before long, she raises her Zion World Heavyweight Title.

Haruka Fukuhara: “Because this sight right here? This could also belong to this company.”

Fukuhara places her title back on her shoulder before continuing with her slow, deep cadence.

Haruka Fukuhara: “It’d be wrongful to terminate my contract without seeing the potential that your superior sees in me. And I do think Mr. Brody would agree with me on that. Besides, proving him right is the reason I’ve been doing what I’ve been doing.”

The Ice Emperor pauses for just a second as the crowd boos more.

Haruka Fukuhara: “So why not reward me? I’ve been doing what I was told to do by your boss, after all. So reward me, save yourself the wrongful termination suit, and we can move on with me as one of your champions.”

The whole time Haruka speaks, Jessica watches her with ice in her own eyes. When the Zion World Heavyweight Title is lifted, her eyes shift to watch it then drop back to her. Jessica swallows hard once Haruka finishes and brings her microphone back up.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “I wanna stop you right there and backtrack a tad. I know what Mr. Brody told you. I’ve made sure to watch over everything necessary while I was preparing to step into this position as GM. It’s a necessary step to understanding this roster. My roster. I also understand the type of man Mr. Brody is and when he told you to push hard, work your rear end off and show how bad you wanted to be a main eventer in this company, I highly doubt he had blatant insubordination in mind. I highly doubt he had clear cut violation of an administrative suspension in mind. What you’ve been doing is the exact opposite of what you were told to do. As far as a wrongful termination suit? Your actions, over the past couple of weeks on this show have enough evidence to get that claim laughed out of court, even if you were represented by Ms. Seo-hyung Kwon, herself. I could fire you right now, Ms. Haruka. I should fire you right now.”

The crowd starts buzzing with excitement over what seems to be the impending threat that she’s about to do just that. After a moment, Jessica takes a deep breath and continues.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “But I don’t wanna do that, Ms. Haruka. Call me naive. Call me foolish. I’m a forgiving person. It’s how I was raised by my Mama and Daddy. Because that right there?”

She points with her free hand to the Zion Wrestling World Heavyweight Title in Haruka’s hand.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “That stands as evidence that you know how to put your nose to the grindstone and get things done the way they’re meant to be done. That shows you’re capable of putting in the hard work that made you the champion, that you wanna be here, in the company that almost sank this promotion this February. So, no. I’m not gonna fire you, Ms. Haruka…”

Jessica takes a deep breath.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “Yet. What I’m gonna do, instead, is lift your suspension, effective as of…tomorrow morning.”

The crowd “ooohs” and “huuuuhs” as the GM makes her statement.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “I’m gonna lift your suspension and give you a chance to put that nose of yours, which you seem keen on sticking in everybody else’s business, to the grindstone. I’m gonna give you a match, Ms. Haruka. December 20th, in London, England, at the Wembley Arena. You’ll be participating in the Silver Rush Rumble for a shot at the Silver Mountain Championship. I’m sure I don’t need to explain what that means to you, but just to make double certain that I am crystal clear, the winner of that match gets a match against the Silver Mountain Champion in February of next year. You wanna make it to the top of this company? Weather the cold winds and climb there. Climb like I said before, like your livelihood depends on it, and it certainly will.”

She tilts her chin up, swallowing again and lets out a nervous breath yet stands firm in her resolve.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “Because if you don’t win that match in London, Ms. Haruka? Then…and I mean this with every fiber of my being…then… You. Are. Fired.”

The crowd finally lets out the pop they’ve been looking to let loose as the GM lowers her microphone and stares daggers right back into Haruka Fukuhara. The shot remains there for a moment with Jessica and Haruka staring at one another before fading away into the next scene.
Before Collision began for the evening, the Silver Mountain Champion, Jonna Austin was doing a meet and greet with the fans in England. The meet and greet had been going for a little over an hour, and Jonna had just finished taking a picture with some kids, as well as signing some merch for them.

Jonna Austin: Enjoy the show tonight, kids! Thanks for coming by to see me!

Before Jonna could sit back down behind the table, she was blindsided by an attacker wearing a hoodie from the side knocking her down to the ground and pulling back the hood revealing Johnny Towers.

Johnny Towers: Alright bitch how's it going?

Jonna tries to stand up but Johnny goes to kick her which misses by a whisker as Jonna is able to get out of the way.

Jonna Austin: You’ve got to be fucking kidding me! You slimy fucking prick! You just couldn’t wait until it was over, could you?! You just can’t let these people have something nice without wanting to fuck it up for them!

Johnny Towers: Nah this was too much of a good idea to pass up, couldn't fucking resist.

Towers goes toward her to attack again but is halted by Jonna putting up a boot and kicking him right in the balls.

Jonna Austin: How’s that for a good idea, you fucker? At least your new bitch doesn’t completely have your balls in her pocket.

Johnny Towers: Very fucking funny.

She gets up and the two of them start brawling with her getting the upper hand and throwing him towards the wall but Towers stops himself before making an impact with the wall and turning around with a back fist catching Jonna square across the jaw.

Johnny Towers: Let's see ya fucking talk back to me now you fucking coward.

He grabs her by the hair and goes to throw her at the table where she was signing autographs for fans but she jumps over it landing on her feet on the other side. She spat out a little blood before she looked at Johnny with a grin.

Jonna Austin: Oh come on, Johnny boy…did you really think trying to send me over a table would work for you? You should know better than that!

Johnny Towers: And you keep forgetting, I've always got a fucking plan ya daffy cow.

Suddenly out of nowhere a big guy in a white vest and jeans attacks her from behind putting her on the table.

Johnny Towers: You forget we're back in England ya mug, old friend wanted to say hello. Ain't that right Sid?

Sid Robinson: Damn fucking right.

Johnny Towers: Shame he's only here for a night before heading back to good old London, but he couldn't resist the nightlife here.

Both men laugh as Jonna turns around to face Sid to get grabbed by Towers who she knees in the head before rolling off the table grabbing the chair she was sitting on and swinging it at Sid’s head, leveling him. She shrugged as a smirk came to her face while she looked down at Sid.

Jonna Austin: Nice seeing you again, Sid! Thanks for coming!

Before Johnny or Jonna could do anything else, security showed up and began separating them. The two glared at each other as Alexa Marcus held her hand on Jonna’s shoulder.

Alexa Marcus: Come on, Jo…you know he’s not worth it. You’ll have him at WrestleWar. Let’s go get you checked out. And someone please make sure Robinson gets escorted out of here!

With that, the scene faded as Alexa began walking off with Jonna who had paused long enough to grab her title off of the floor where it had landed after the attempt to send her over the table.
We come back to the arena back to the commentators table.

Nick Hanson: Welcome back to NFW Collision we have plenty more action ready for you tonight so stay tuned for… What the hell is going on?

The camera goes up to show further up in the stands among the fans there is a commotion as out of nowhere Jonna Austin and Johnny Towers can be seen already a little bloody fighting through the crowd sending the fans scattering back scared for their safety.

Jim Reynolds: This is getting out of hand.

Nick Hanson: Just getting out of hand? These two cant seem to stop fighting each other for five minutes.

More commotion happens as some security tries to split them up but end up getting beaten down by either Jonna or Towers as they reach the top of the stairs Jonna gets the upper hand and punches Towers on the jaw knocking him down to a knee before pressing the advantage and running in with a low dropkick sending Towers rolling down the stairs.

Nick Hanson: That got to hurt.

Jim Reynolds: Yeah even for Towers that couldn't have been good.

As he says that Towers gets back to his feet further down the stairs and the two continue brawling through the crowd connecting with really stiff shots on each other while the crowd are keeping their distance from the two.

Jim Reynolds: What is going on with the security here? Where the hell is everyone this needs to stop.

Nick Hanson: Yeah because they are coming right this WAY!

Both men stand up as Jonna and Towers brawl their way as Jonna is keeping the upper hand picks up Towers and plants him crotch first onto the barricade around ringside as fans clear out of their way.

Johnny Towers: OH FUCK PACK THAT IN WILL YA!

Just laughing Jonna goes in for another attack but is stopped by Towers who suddenly throws a bunch of thumbtacks out of his pocket at her face causing her to cover up and Towers follows up with his ultra stiff headbutt on her hands in front of her face making her sit down on a chair behind her.

Jim Reynolds: What a counter by the Ultraviolent Anarchist.

Nick Hanson just nods there as Towers grabs Jonna by the wrist and climbs up onto the barricade.

Jim Reynolds: What the hell, no way hes…

Nick Hanson: GET OUT THE WAY!

As he says this Towers pulls Jonna up and hits the FUBAR! Off the barricade and through the announce table with a giant crash as the fans are chanting HOLY SHIT!

Jim Reynolds: My Sentiments exactly.

Nick Hanson: NOW can we get security out here?

As he says this, what looks like most of the security in the building comes in and grab a hold of the two who are still seething with anger trying to get to each other as the security separates them practically carrying them apart when a voice screams over the speakers, stopping everyone in their tracks.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “ENOUGH!! ENOUGH RIGHT NOW!!! STOP IT!!!”

Nick Hanson: “Whoa now!”

Jim Reynolds: “Holy shit!”

The General Manager of Tuesday Nights comes storming out onto the stage as fast as her feet can safely carry her in her pregnant state. Microphone in hand, other hand on her belly. Her usual blue, doe eyes are locked on the two wrestlers being held apart by security.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “Hey. Hey! HEY! Y’ALL LOOK AT ME RIGHT NOW, BOTH OF YOU!”

Given the change in demeanor of the normally quiet, reserved woman, who’s now snapping like an angry lioness, both Towers and Austin look up the ramp at her.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: “I’ve had it up to my neck with everything since I took this job. Whether it’s from Haruka Fukuhara, whether it’s from Jansen Myrrh and Morgan Payne, or whether it’s from the Children of Nephilim over on Trauma thinking they got some God given right to walk around on my show! But especially, I’ve had it up to my neck with y’all two! So here’s what’s gonna happen. Y’all wanna act like animals? You wanna put fans in danger because y’all can’t contain yourselves? I’m gonna contain you both. Two weeks from now in London, I want y’all both – no, to heck with that - y’all WILL be at the Wembley Arena come December 19th. Yeah, that’s right. Monday, night before y’alls match. Y’all are both gonna be there and I’m gonna have y’all both locked up - separately - twenty four hours before y’alls match is set to happen. In case I need to make myself clearer, Johnny Towers and Jonna Austin, I’m adding Monster’s Ball rules to y’alls Iron Nailboard match for the Silver Mountain Title! If either of you fail to show up to carry out your confinement? You forfeit the match and the title to your opponent. Now then, y’all have a nice evening, God bless, security? Get them the heck outta this arena!”

Without another word, Jessica turns and storms back through the tunnel as security goes back to carrying Johhny and Jonna off.

Jim Reynolds: “This is why you don’t fuck with a pregnant woman, Nicky! Their tempers go all whacky!”

Nick Hanson: “I think that young lady’s just finally coming into her footing as General Manager and realizing sometimes she needs to bring down the hammer!”


Before our final Collision match of the year, we’re taken to ringside as an unsettling aura begins to descend over the arena. The lights go out and the opening moments of I Prevail’s “Bow Down” begins to play. Eventually the build up is cut into by the shrieking vocals of Eric Vanlerberghe:

GET ON YOUR KNEES AND BOW DOWN!!

And with that, the arena lights burst to life, as the heavy riff of I Prevail’s “Bow Down” begins to blare through the speakers. Out of the entry tunnel comes, Jessi Ozborne, Jordan Majors, and Sanada, all adorned in ugly Christmas sweaters! Jessi waves her arms in the air like a composer as Darlyn Fajardo announces them to the ring!

Darlyn Fajardo: Ladies and gentlemen, the Queens! Of Chaos!

Nick Hanson: I can’t even believe the audacity these women have to show their face here after what transpired last week! These three have a lot of nerve to be out here celebrating after they straight up tried to maim Crystal Caldwell last week!

Jim Reynolds: Aw come on, Nicky! Where’s your Christmas spirit?! It’s time to let go of all that other stuff and take in the festivities of the holidays! Besides, we already have the greatest gift of them all! The Queens Of Chaos are mere feet away from us!

Nick Hanson: You’re a simp, Jim.

The Queens make their way into the ring, where three ungodly large thrones brandishing the Queens Of Chaos logo. They stand on top of a velvet rug covering the ring canvas, with metal pillars attached to the ring posts holding up a giant neon sign that reads “THE QUEEN’S COURT”. However, a difference in set is seen, as the ring is also decked out in tinsel, imitation snow, and a bevy of gift wrapped boxes. Jessi, Jordan, and Sanada all take a seat in their thrones, each grabbing their own microphones as the music fades.


Welcome back to another edition of The Queen’s Court, where the three of us proceed to make your life better for the next 15 minutes. You’re fucking welcome!

The crowd boos Jessi as she lets out one of signature catchphrases, something that doesn't go unnoticed by Reina Asesina.


Well I can see that I’m sitting here with a bunch of Grinches. We’re trying to promote a little holiday cheer and you guys are acting like you just had a lump of coal shoved up your ass! Then again, I’ve heard the accents here in Blackpool, and quite frankly, you all sound like it, too!

The fans boo even more at Jessi’s blatant disrespect. Sanada raises her microphone.


Your voice really annoys me. I don't know when you guys will stop chasing your queen. You guys should get used to it. Because we occupy here. Even though I lost last week, that doesn't mean we failed for sure one day we will surely get them back. But now my goal and Jordan's is The Foundation, which I lost last week. Of course there will be a price they have to pay. And I'll hold them accountable for what he did to us last week at WrestleWar. Only 16 more days to wait. It won't be long before I get my revenge on them for what they did. Last week I didn't deserve to be a loser, that's what I dared to say. Last week without The Foundation me and Jordan were the winners but at WrestleWar of course no one could stop us. And we're not going to stop at beating The Foundation. The Queens of Chaos will rule here. All of them were subject to the Queen's rules. We'll beat The Foundation in front of you guys. We'll hear you scream Annoying but satisfying if Jordan and I defeat The Foundation at WrestleWar Surely this revenge they will regret for what they did. He did it to us last week, and you guys? Hate us? I'm sorry because you guys will have to endure seeing us for a long time. And our era has just begun, not the Crystal, not the Foundation, to stop us. We'll prove that at WrestleWar when opponents fall at our feet. We won't stop until no one can resist us. Whoever rises up against the Queen will meet their end. Of course they or even you guys look down on us. But after this, when we are serious It's time for fun for you guys. It's time for The Queens of Chaos to take over here, no, I'd say wrestling. because we are everywhere No one will be able to stand against us and WrestleWar. It will be the beginning of everything. An unstoppable start for us, me and Jordan and Jessi or The Queens of Chaos to win at WrestleWar, that's what's going to happen.

The crowd boos and Jordan smirks as she steps forward and raises her microphone.


I can wait up here all day until you shut your mouths.

The crowd grows even louder and the Queens all smile to each other. The audience eventually starts to fade off and Jordan raises her microphone.


I know what so many of you think about us. We come out here and we talk and we talk, and you’re waiting for that moment when we prove it. At WrestleWar… WE PROVE IT! Sanada and I will drop The Foundation. And Jessi will put the nail in the head that ends High Society once and for all when she knocks grandma Crystal off her walker. I joined in with these two because the Queens have a purpose. We prove that the wrong people are getting opportunities. That they are beneath us. And you all hate this because the TRUTH FUCKING HURTS! I understand that. But these people you see as heroes, people like grandma. She ran away from a Zion show like she’d just won the Super Bowl because she managed to roll me up. When it comes to Crystal Caldwell-Zdunich-Wilson-Johnson-Stevens– I honestly forgot how many names this woman has. When it comes to GRANDMA, if you put that bitch in something like the Hunger Games, she’d be celebrating accidentally killing someone via poison berries just one minute before someone takes her out with those same berries. She’s an imbecile. But y’all want to scream and shout and cheer for her. Really!?

The crowd boos Jordan for a moment before starting a slight chant for Crystal. Jordan turns back and looks at Jessi.


I knew people in Blackpool were stupid, but this is just too much. Given the opportunity to right your own wrong, you’ve doubled down on dumb and chosen the wrong side. So at WrestleWar, you’ll just have to go home crying. The Queens of Chaos are here to change wrestling for the better.

Jessi raises her microphone.


We shouldn’t even be out here giving you all the time of day, if I were to be honest. But this is the season of giving, so we decided it would be in our best interest to at least do our one kind deed a year! That’s why we decided to get Crystal some presents for this holiday season! Call it some…going away gifts!

Jessi reaches over and grabs three of the gift wrapped boxes from the mat, dragging them in front of her!


So let’s see! First we’ve got…

Jessi opens the first box, pulling out…


An application for NASA! Because see Crystal, it’s not enough for us to just be rid of you in NFW. I feel like we’d all be happier if we ridded you from this planet! And I figured the most…humane…way to do it, would be to get you on a rocket and jet you straight off to outer fucking space!

Now, I hardly doubt you’ll meet the intelligence requirement to get in as an astronaut, but I believe with enough hard work and determination, you can most definitely make it as a guinea pig!

The crowd boos Jessi, catching on to the fact that these are all gonna be gag presents.


Next, we have…

Jessi opens up a giant box, presumably with something big to match. However, when her hand comes out of it, it turns out to be a simple, plastic, pill sorter.


A pill sorter! I know that Crystal is old and decrepit, and that comes with a lot of medications she needs to take in order to maintain the semi-decent life she has! But between her half-brained comments and the fact that she thinks she actually stands a chance against me at WrestleWar, I feel like she’s not doing a good enough job of sorting them out!

Jessi pops open the ‘W’ tab, revealing it to be filled to the brim with pills.


I even got you some extra motrin for after WrestleWar, to help the pain of you losing all relevance!

Jessi goes to the last box, opening it up and pulling out…


An encyclopedia! Now I think you need this one the most, Crystal! I feel like you’re a bit…lost out here when you decide to wield a microphone! That’s why I took the liberty of finding you something that has all the info you could possibly need, that way the next time that you open your mouth, you can get your fucking facts straight.

Jessi looks around at her fellow Queens, the three of them laugh as the boos in the arena get thunderous!


Oh but don’t think I just forgot about my girls! Of course I got you two some gifts!


Oh my god, Jessi. You didn’t have to! Should I open it right here in front of all of these Blackpool fans!?

Jordan holds her microphone out to get the booming chorus of boos from the crowd as she looks at Jessi for a response.


Course you can, dear! Lord knows it’ll be the closest they’ll ever get to seeing anything of quality in their entire lives!

Jessi and Jordan share a laugh as Jordan tends to the present from Jessi and reveals new custom Queens of Chaos shirts for both Jordan and Sanada’s images on the front. Jordan looks at the back and bursts into laughter before Sanada turns hers around to reveal the message “Sending High Society to the Retirement Home.”


Looks like we know what we’ll be wearing to the ring at WrestleWar. And, I think we might need to get them some adult diapers, too?


I mean might as well! The Foundation are practically gonna be helpless babies without their grandma here to hold their hands!

The three laugh together.


It’s so funny that you got us gifts because… Sanada and I were in the giving spirit, too. And you can open this whenever you feel like it, but believe me when I say this gift right here…

Sanada pulls the wrapped gift out and hands it to Jordan. She turns and hands the gift to Jessi.


This is gonna come in handy when you fight ole’ Crystal.

Jessi pulls a surprised face, holding the gift in her hand! She’s about to rip it open, before "Animals” by Architects starts to play, signaling the arrival of High Society! Jessi is absolutely gobsmacked as she looks up the ramp, waiting for Crystal Caldwell to make her way down the ramp! Caldwell catches her by surprise however, driving her to the mat from behind! She begins mounting her punches, notably having a cast over her arm!

Nick Hanson: Crystal Caldwell is here! Crystal Caldwell is here!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, but what good is she gonna be with only one useful arm?!

Crystal pulls herself off of Jessi, before slowly sliding the cast off and wiggling her fingers to show that her arm is just fine!

Nick Hanson: You were saying, Jim?!

Jim Reynolds: That snake! That lying treacherous snake! How could she?!

Nick Hanson: Oh, give us a break!

Jordan and Sanada come to Jessi’s rescue, driving Crystal into the corner and attacking her 2-on-1! This ceases, however, with The Foundation coming to even the odds! Brett Irwin sends Sanada over the top rope, with Jessi being cut off from helping via a Superkick from Crystal! Jordan is the last to be sent away, with Devitt and Irwin hitting her Abra-Cadaver! Sanada and Jessi reach under the bottom rope to retrieve her, backing up the ramp as High Society stands tall!

Nick Hanson: High Society stands tall, and Crystal Caldwell outsmarts Jessi Ozborne again!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah and it’ll be the last thing she ever does inside a Collision ring! Jessi Ozborne will guarantee that!
After a short ad break following the Main Event, we go back to the ring where Jason Aldean’s “She’s Country” sounds like it’s fading out from the speakers. Standing inside the ring, General Manager Jessica Clarkson-Morian holds a microphone with a table in front of her. A chair sits on each side with a contract folder in the middle. There’s also two microphones.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Good evening, again, ladies and gentlemen. Hope y’all enjoyed tonight’s show. It’s been a peach being on this tour, putting on shows for all y’all these past couple months. Now, it’s time to get down to business on the Main Event for our last show of the year, Wrestle War! Here in a moment, the World Heavyweight Champion and the Number One Contender are gonna come out here and sign the contract, making their match official.

She pauses and visibly tenses before continuing.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I’ll say this much: I expect professionalism from both y’all when you’re out here, conducting business. Introducing first, y’all know her as the challenger. She fought through the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament in September, won the finals in October. She’s been a name on this roster since before I was even elevated from a social media rep to General Manager. Y’all please give it up for Morgan Payne!


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.


The lights come on yellow and Blackpool gives a pop as Morgan Payne comes walking out on stage, obviously in her usual getup of street clothes. She smirks and nods in humble approval before making her way down the steps to the walkway, approaching the ring as her music booms. Once she reaches ringside, Morgan climbs onto the apron and enters the ring, taking a moment to climb a turnbuckle and get the crowd riled into excitement again. When she steps down, she walks over to give the General Manager a firm handshake before moving to stand behind the chair that leaves her facing the stage, awaiting the champion’s arrival.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: On the other side of this here table and on the other side of the ring come Wrestle War, will be her opponent. She’s been a staple in this business longer than I’ve been working in this company all around. She’s the reigning and defending NFW World Heavyweight Champion. Please welcome Jansen Myrrh!

There’s no music. Jansen and Kwon just appear on the ramp. The arena is filled with boos as Jansen flips them all off before marching towards the ring. Of course, she stops to jaw with a few fans along the way, dragging this contract signing out as long as humanly possible. It takes some nudging by her manager, Kwon, to get her to finally climb the ring steps to get into the ring. Jansen holds the ropes for Kwon and then after Kwon enters the ring, Jansen flips off Morgan just for the hell of it before waltzing over and dropping in her seat, tossing the championship onto the table.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Ladies, thank y’all for being here tonight. I can say y’all have made this…an exciting and anticipated match so far.

She motions to the contract on the table.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: This here’s the contract for y’alls match. If y’all have any final words to say to each other, I’d appreciate y’all keeping it professional. I give the floor to y’all now. Who’d like to go first?

Before anything else can be said, Jansen snatches the contract from the table and hands it to Kwon. Jansen takes the mic.

Jansen Myrrh: Sign it.

Kwon looks like she wants to read it over first.

Jansen Myrrh: Just fucking sign it. What’s pregger lady gonna do? Put me in a cage? Falls count anywhere? Fucking last person standing? Don’t matter to me much what stipulation she puts on this match, I’m gonna prove that the Ace of NFW is nothing more than a glorified joker. I’m gonna walk in to Wrestle War as the fucking champ and I’m gonna walk out as the fucking champ. Ace, my ass. More like a deuce if you ask me. Kwon, do me a fucking favor and sign the goddamned contract and give it to Deucey over there.

Jansen tosses the microphone back onto the table. Kwon shrugs and scribbles her name on the contract before placing it on the table. Morgan remains silent even as Jansen berates her - as much as it looks like she wants to say something. When Kwon sets the contract down, she reaches across the table and slides it to herself. Contrary to what the champion and her manager did, Morgan does take a minute to quickly skim over the wording. A moment later, something catches her eye and her lips tighten into a tiny smirk. She gives a brief look up to the GM and to the champion before finally picking up the pen and scribbling her name down and sliding the contract over to Jessica.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Thank you ladies.

Without another word, Jessica picks up the contract and opens it to verify for herself that both signatures have been filled out. She also raises the microphone up to make sure the fans here and at watching from home are aware of the match itself.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Ms. Jansen Myrrh’s representative, Seo-hyung Kwon and the challenger, Morgan Payne have both signed the contract in my hand, effectively making their match in London, for the NFW World Heavyweight Championship, official. As stated in the contract they’ve signed, this match will be contested under standard rules.

There’s a brief pop from the Blackpool audience. They’re gonna see a good old fashioned wrestling match. The General Manager continues.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Championship match rules will apply, whereas the countout will be elevated to twenty instead of ten. Elimination by pinfall or submission, and most importantly…

Jessica pauses and looks between Jansen, Kwon and Morgan before looking back to finish reading the contract.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: As a result of activities in the recent weeks, the champion advantage has been removed from this match. Meaning that in the event of a countout or a disqualification against the champion, the World Heavyweight Title will change hands to the challenger.

Jessica lowers the microphone and tucks the contract against her securely as the crowd…goes…wild!

Jansen is smirking this entire time, right up until the very end of Jessica’s little speech and that smirk suddenly disappears. Of all the stipulations that could have been chosen, this one is the one that hurts the most as far as Jansen is concerned. She gets out of her seat and tries to get to the contract, but Jessica is already halfway up the ramp and Kwon has to stop her from leaving the ring. While Jansen and Kwon watch Jessica depart up the ramp, laughter comes from the speakers. The camera cuts back to inside the ring and Morgan has the microphone in her hand.

Morgan Payne: Lookatchu now, champ. Look at ya! I told ya all dis shit was gonna come back on you. You been sittin’ pretty on top o’ya throne, usin’ every dirty trick in da book to stay up there. So much dat to da point, here ya are now, standin’ where errybody arahnd us, fans, commentary, da GM, shit even myself. Correct me if I’m wrong, Jansen, cuz I ain’t always right when right now, I’m lookin’ into yer eyes and I don’t see that self assurance anymore. I don’t see dat guaranteed confidence dat you’re gonna walk out of London wif dat belt. Nah, bitch, da only thing I see in yer eyes now…is Fear! Cuz now, if you wanna walk outta Wrestle War wif da World Title, ya need to actually beat me. You need to wrestle me. You need to fight me. You need to beat me. So what’s it gonna be? You can’t take any shortcuts dis time, Jansen. You get counted out - I win da title. You get yerself disqualified - I win da title; and ain’t a gahdamn thing dat you or dis smug ass crooked bitch of a lawyer can do abaht it!

As Morgan references Jansen and Kwon at the end, she points with a finger before throwing the microphone across the table at Jansen’s feet and steps back, watching them both.

Jansen turns to face Morgan as she speaks and then slowly approaches the table. Jansen suddenly leaps across the table and Morgan and Jansen throw punches at each other. Kwon wisely moves out of the ring as the two competitors in the Wrestle War main event waylay each other with everything they have.

Nick Hanson: Hey, whoa! Look out!

Jim Reynolds: These two aren’t gonna wait until Wrestle War, either! Is our GM gonna lock them up for 24 hours too?!

Nick Hanson: Someone get security out here!

Morgan gets the upper hand as she pushes Jansen back, but Jansen rakes the eyes only for Morgan to rake the eyes right back. Morgan runs the ropes and clocks Jansen with a knee right to the chin and Jansen drops.

Nick Hanson: Morgan with the Khao Loi to the champion!!! She once won the Silver Mountain Championship with that same move!

Jim Reynolds: She might win the big one with it too! Wait, she’s not done!

Morgan begs her to get up and Jansen uses the ropes to bring herself to her feet and Morgan comes at her with a boot, only Jansen drops to her knees and as Morgan’s foot goes by her shoulder, Jansen gives her a hard low blow as the crowd boos fiercely, watching Morgan drop to the mat.

Nick Hanson: Ohhhhh!!! Morgan went for Taste Like Timbaland Boot but Jansen countered with that low blow! Despicable!

Jim Reynolds: You expected her to just eat a kick to the face?

Nick Hanson: There’s tons of ways to escape such a move without resorting to unorthodox tactics.

Jim Reynolds: Well, this isn’t a match, Nicky. This is an unsanctioned fight that needs to be broken up!

Nick Hanson: You’re right, Jim. It’s not a match, what the hell is Jansen doing now?!

Jim Reynolds: Uh-oh.

Jansen rolls her chin and blinks her eyes as she stumbles to her feet and grabs Morgan by the hair, pulling her over and rolling her on the table where the contract was signed. Jansen climbs up and puts Morgan into position and then drops her with a Myrrh-driver and smashes the table.

Nick Hanson: Good GOD!!!! MYRRH-DRIVER THROUGH THE TABLE!!! The Number One Contender is out!

Jim Reynolds: And you could argue that the table softens that landing just a little! She hits that move dead-on in two weeks, that’s lights out for Morgan Payne and Jansen Myrrh keeps the championship!

Nick Hanson: You’re not wrong there, but remember Jansen needs to beat Morgan clean if she wants to retain! She can’t get herself disqualified or counted out. If she does, the title changes hands! Dear god, what’s gonna happen when these two finally come face to face when it really matters?

Jansen pushes Morgan away before getting to her feet, still rubbing at her chin. Jansen picks up the World’s Heavyweight Championship and stands over Morgan Payne and holds up the title as the scene comes to an end.

Jim Reynolds: As we always say, Nicky, we’ll find out when we find out!

Nick Hanson: Damn right we will! Two weeks from tonight, folks! Wrestle War XIX! London, England! The Wembley Arena! Until then, for Jim Reynolds, I’m Nick Hanson. So long, everyone!