NFW Collision #153!

As “King Freak” plays across the arena, Jansen Myrrh steps onto the stage. She’s not in her wrestling gear, but wearing jeans and a “Black Flag” t-shirt, along with her leather jacket. However, the most noticeable thing are the pair of wrestling boots hanging around her neck by the boot strings.

Jansen stands on the stage for a long moment as the crowd decides how they’re going to react to the former champion making her first appearance since losing at Wrestle War. There are some cheers and some jeers, but the combined sound is deafening as Jansen’s expressionless face scans the Chicago crowd.

Slowly, she makes her way to the ring.

Jansen gets to ringside and then takes a walk around the ring, circling it completely before she takes the microphone from the ring announcer and steps up the ring steps and onto the apron. She even laps the ring apron, going around the ring posts until she finally steps between the ropes and into the ring.

She glances to one side, turns to glance at the next side, until she’s looked in every direction, watching the fans react to her presence. She brings the microphone to her face.

Jansen Myrrh: First and foremost, Morgan Payne. Fuck you.

The crowd boos.

Jansen Myrrh: Secondly, Morgan Payne. Congratulations on beating me to become the motherfucking champ.

The crowd pops.

Jansen Myrrh: I didn’t bring my manager out here cause this ain’t got nothing to do with her. This is between me…

She motions to the crowd.

Jansen Myrrh: ... and all of you motherfuckers. Let me start off by saying thanks. All you delusional fucks voted me as Champion of the Year? Got Match of the Year with Morgan? I’ll say thank you and we’ll just leave this shit at that.

The crowd pops.

Jansen Myrrh: Let me explain a little something to ya’ll. It’s been thirteen months since my dad died. I was overseas and had to cut my trip short in order to get back in time for the funeral. I didn’t even get to say goodbye to bastard who was half responsible for me being on this goddamned earth. I could only say goodbye to his cold, dead corpse. That fucking sucked. But you see, my dad left me something in his will. If you’re ever in Augusta, Georgia, come take a look. Head downtown and on the corner of Broad Street and James Brown Boulevard, you’ll find a pub. Ain’t fancy or nothing like that but that pub is called Meir’s Pub.

Jansen pauses to take in a breath.

Jansen Myrrh: That bar was left to me in my father’s will. My mom never stepped foot into it. My brother’s only a fucking teenager more worried about playing football and scoring with chicks. But me, I spent most of my childhood in that bar. When I wasn’t in school, my daddy took me to the bar and I would watch him work. I would watch him chat up the customers, most of them regulars. He would listen to their shitty problems. I watched him serve drinks. Cut them off when they’ve had too much and even fucking called them a cab if they needed to get home. Shit, he even tore up a tab or two if someone got laid off.

The crowd chants, “Jansen’s daddy! Jansen’s daddy!”

Jansen Myrrh: Shut the fuck up, you kiss assess.

The crowd laughs.

Jansen Myrrh: When my dad died, and I was left with this bar, I hadn’t done what I needed to do in this sport. I wasn’t ready to give it up. I asked for a year. If I couldn’t become champion by the end of 2022, then I would walk away. If I became champion, I would stick around until I lost the belt. Well, I lost the fucking belt at Wrestle War. If I seemed a little crazy going into that Wrestle War match it was because I knew what non one else knew. My career was on the line with each and every match I stepped into.

The crowd chants, “Please don’t go! Please don’t go!!”

Jansen Myrrh: This bar belongs to me now. Which brings me to my current dilemma. I can’t fucking wrestle and run a goddamned bar. I also can’t bear to sell something my father worked his ass off to make successful for 25 years. So, that leaves it to me to keep the fucking place going. Since I was six years old, I wanted nothing more than to be a professional wrestler, like my uncle Dandy Myrrh. He was my idol. As I grew into adulthood, I recognized the man who I thought could do no wrong had flaws. Those flaws put him in an early grave. However, because of him, my family grew. I met relatives that I never knew existed. The Bratton clan to be exact. My Uncle Dandy was the one who gave me this passion. It was my Aunt Candi who helped me grow as a wrestler. It was my cousin Lara who stood by my side in this very ring on multiple occasions. I want to thank MHW, Rose City Wrestling, Imperium Wrestling Federation, New Frontier Wrestling for giving me a chance to do what I love to do. Fucking wrestle.Whether you stood by my side, the likes of War Queen Leah, Gabriel Ohio, Alastair Frost, Double Team Ihari, Emily Mack, Solomon Cain, and Kan Tai. Or whether you stood across from me, you left a permanent mark on my career as a professional wrestler.

Jansen has to pause again, getting a bit emotional.

Jansen Myrrh: I want to thank Seo-hyung Kwon. No matter what bullshit I put her through, she was there for me. Kwon, don’t think for one minute that just cause I’m not wrestling that I ain’t gonna keep you on retainer. Seriously, you were more than a manager or a lawyer. I wouldn’t have made it through this past year without your help, so thank you.

The fans chant, “Kwon! Kwon! Kwon!”

Jansen Myrrh: There’s a list a mile long of folks I wanted to fight at some point in my career. Ain’t gonna list them out here, but there may come a time I get to knock those names off the list. Ain’t saying that I’m gone forever or nothing. I might pop up here or there if I have some time. Just may days of being on the road all year long are gonna be behind me.

Jansen takes the boots from around her neck and places them in the center of the ring.

Jansen Myrrh: Supposed to leave your boots in the ring or some shit to be symbolic of putting them fuckers up for good. I ain’t saying they’re gonna go up for good. And I sure as shit ain’t leaving these damned things here. One of you assholes will steal them and put them on fucking ebay or something. Besides, there may come a day when you hear the fucking words, ‘The demons hate you.’

The crowd pops.

Jansen Myrrh: Until then, support fucking pro wrestling. And if you come through Augusta, stop by the bar. I ain’t giving no free drinks or shit, but I might shake your hand or something. Until then, Jansen Myrrh is signing out, motherfuckers!


As “King Freak” plays across the arena, Jansen Myrrh glances down at her boots before she turns to each side of the ring, giving a bow before she walks to the edge, leans against the rope and lets out a big sigh. She lets the music play as she soaks in the cheers from the crowd. She finally ducks between the ropes and steps out onto the apron. She takes one more glance back at her boots before finally walking down the steps and up the ramp towards the back.

When she gets to the stage, she pauses to take one more look back before she disappears backstage.
The arena as the crowd begins to buzz over the new song. On the tron, we see the familiar mask of Arianrhod, but after a few seconds, it shatters into pieces and we see a magical forest, filled with trees and brightly colored flowers and the crowd begins to swell in anticipation as the stage is hit with a light blue light and Lilith Meadows is seen standing there and the crowd erupts at the sight. Lilith smiles as she looks out around the crowd, soaking it all in for a moment before she makes her way down to the ring. She takes her time, interacting with the fans along the barricade, especially the children before she makes her way into the ring and once again, just stands there, soaking in the noise from the NFW faithful in attendance. She asks for a mic and as she grabs it, the music begins to fade out.

Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!

Lilith smiles as she looks around and out at the crowd before she finally brings the microphone up to her mouth.

Lilith Meadows: It’s been a super long time since we’ve been able to stand here in the middle of the ring as ourself and it feels so good. We’re so happy to be back, but we knew we would be at the end of the day.

Crowd: Faerie! Faerie! Faerie! Faerie!

Lilith chuckles as she lets the crowd die back down before going back to speaking.

Lilith Meadows: We said that we had a lot to explain after we were back to normal again and we knew not only did the entire Kingdom deserve to know, but so did The Good Doctor and Havok, but he already knew what we was doin. And we also knew all of you deserved an explanation of what happened last year while Arianrhod ran wild in our body.

Lilith pauses for a moment, taking a deep breath as she composes herself before beginning to speak again.

Lilith Meadows: It started the day we, as The Kingdom decided to try and take the fight to The Children. Things didn’t go well as you prolly remember. Things went super bad actually and we saw Jassy shattered, a shell of the Queen everyone knows and has come to respect. Her shoulder was destroyed, her confidence was shattered and we knew that in order to save her and everything we love and everyone we love, we had to do something and that’s when we decided to let Arianrhod back out to play. We knew we had to do something to bring the fire back out of Jassy and it had to be drastic.

Lil pauses again, moving around the ring a little bit.

Lilith Meadows: We knew along with Arianrhod, that the only thing that was gonna save Jassy was us tryin to destroy the one thing she loved more than anything else and that was her family. We knew we wouldn’t, we knew that at the end of the day, The Kingdom and Collective would still be together and end up stronger than ever. That part was never doubted by us as a whole. It was tough, but Arianrhod knew what needed done and so did we so we agreed to let Arianrhod take over this time. This time, we was truly working as one and we knew we had to have backup plans and that’s where our big friend Havok came in. We always visited him, we was the only one who did, but he ain’t all bad neither. We seen a side that nobody does because we saw him as more than a monster. We knew we was probably gonna need his help at some point and we explained the plan to him and he was ready to help us get one of the most important people in our lives back.

Our intention was never to destroy the Kingdom, but rather rebuild it, rebuild its Queen back to the person everyone fears in this ring. We knew this was the only way to do it and we knew it was gonna work. This was never about us, but it was about our family and everything we love. As we stand before you now, The Kingdom is back, better than ever and now, we get to find out just how good we are on our own until we can figure out a way to get our bestie back.

Lilith looks right into the camera, staring straight ahead.

Lilith Meadows: We’re talkin to you Pet. One way or another, we’re gonna get Chrissy back. It might not be right away, but we will find a way. For now though, have your fun because we’ll make sure we save her like she tried to save us. Until we do though, we’re gonna fight and show everyone what we can do on our own with the Kingdom behind us every step of the way.

Lilith drops the microphone as “Beyond the Stars” begins to play again and Lilith steps out of the ring and heads back up the ramp.
As the crowd settles down from the excitement of the opening match, the PA comes to life with The Amity Affliction’s “Pittsburgh” sending them into another pop.

Nick Hanson: Whoa-hoa! Listen to this crowd, Jim Reynolds!

Jim Reynolds: They barely caught their breath and they’re screaming again! Ya gotta love it!

Through the gold, flickering lights and to the booming music, Morgan Payne walks out onto the stage, clad in her street clothes with the World Title over her shoulder. The reception of the crowd puts a warm smile on her face as she takes in the scene. Her eyes sweep across the Colosseum before she takes a deep breath and lets out a barely audible “WOO!” under the music before starting towards the ring.

Darlyn Fajardo: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, at this time, the NFW World Heavyweight Champion, MORGAN PAYNE!

Nick Hanson: We heard from the former champion, Jansen Myrrh, at the beginning of the show and it was a heartfelt farewell to professional wrestling. We wish her the best of luck in the next chapter of her life!

Jim Reynolds: But where one steps down, another steps up to carry the torch and here she comes now! I’m still reeling from the match they had, Nicky. Goddamn.

Nick Hanson: One of the hardest hitting matches we’ve ever had the pleasure of calling, for sure.

Jim Reynolds: You said it!

Morgan enters the ring and takes a microphone, moving to the center of the ring as her music fades out. The crowd continues roaring for a moment, already starting a “Whatchinz Up To” chant which gets a grin out of The Kingdom member. She lifts the microphone up, smirks and pauses, then…

Morgan Payne: Hey, whatchinz up to?

The crowd pops again as Morgan holds the microphone out to pick up the sound more. After a moment, she brings the mic back to her to continue.

Morgan Payne: Dat’s right, we back home in Chicago and it feels damn…fucking…GOOD!

She moves to one side of the ring, leaning against the ropes and surveys the audience, grinning at the more or less familiar faces of NFW’s home based audience.

Morgan Payne: Not gonna lie, I fuckin’ missed yinz, man. Don’t get me wrong, Europe was a blast. They got some wild fans over there, but you motherfuckers!

She secures the World Title on her shoulder, pointing a finger to the crowd as she turns in a slow circle.

Morgan Payne: You motherfuckers hit different. Yinz are da most brutal, honest critics dat I know of so comin’ aht ‘ere to da reception I just got? I fucks with yinz. Trust.

Morgan brings her arm back, resting her hand on the title as her eyes fall to it.

Morgan Payne: Real talk, though, man. I can’t believe I’m standin’ ‘ere now. I wasn’t booked t’be here, tonight. I asked t’come aht an’ speak. If I’da walked ahtta London empty handed after da past couple years I had, I’da prolly been sittin’ at home, stewin’. Failure ain’t ever sat right wif me, yinz know dat. Sure, I’da picked myself back up. I’da come back next week, da week after, whenever, but after everything I been through? Dis?

She lifts the title a bit to gesture it.

Morgan Payne: Dis feels gah damn amazing. An’ I wanna be da first one on da roster t’say: Jansen Myrrh? Thank you. Thank you for everything you did for dis company and I do mean everything. Positive or negative. You left a legacy in dis company. You left people wif memories. You pushed everyone who stepped into da ring wif you. You pushed me at Wrestle War. I knew you could do it. I said you could do it. So, I ain’t gon’ stand ‘ere and gloat dat I toldju so n’at, I’mma stand ‘ere in front o’da entire wrestlin’ world and say: Thank you, Jansen Myrrh. You really are “Dat Bitch.”

The crowd starts a “Thank You Jansen” chant and Morgan points at them with the microphone, looking at the camera with a confirming look on her face. Once it dies down, she continues.

Morgan Payne: Now, here we are. It’s 2023 and we got a whole ‘nother year ahead of us! 2022 was a banger. A year ago today, I was sittin’ at home, talkin’ on da phone wif Steven Brody ‘cuz we had a war looming wif Zion. Dis year, after alotta ups an’ dahns on da way, I’m standin’ ‘ere as livin’ proof dat anybody can do anything if they set their minds to it and nothin’ can stop ‘em. Shit, I earned an opportunity for dis title at Invasion last year – despite what certain…petty ass motherfuckers will say…

She raises an eyebrow at the camera as the crowd “Ooooooohs.” Morgan flashes the title again and winks with a click of her tongue.

Morgan Payne: Take a good gah damn look, chief. Enjoy da view.

She goes right back to addressing the crowd.

Morgan Payne: I lost dat shot so I picked myself up an’ I made it a point to win it back. I won da Vlad Blackheart Memorial right ‘ere in dis building. I won dat, I went to Europe, I walked into London, I stood face to face wif “Dat Bitch” an’ I fuckin’ did it! I climbed to da top o’da roster an’ I’m feelin’ at da top o’my game as yinz NFW World Heavyweight Champion! Now, as hard as da climb up top was, I know what they say: it’s even harder to stay there. I know damn well I’m standin’ ‘ere wif a target on my shoulder. Shit, less than a couple hours went by after I won dis belt an’ motherfuckers were already blowin’ my twitter up, wantin’ t’step up for a shot. Well, I’mma tell ya like dis…

She quickly stops, and shoots a grin to the camera, winking again.

Morgan Payne: Love ya, Boo!

Then back to the crowd.

Morgan Payne: I’mma say dis much: a true champion is a fighting champion. I don’t wanna sit arahnd wif months between challengers. Anybody who wants t’fuckin’ step up to da Ace o’da New Frontier, yinz step right on up and getchu some! I can’t hold onto dis belt forever! Or shit, maybe I can, who knows?! But there’s only one way to find aht! Scrape an’ claw like I did. Run through da competition week after week. Hell, plead ya case to management! It worked for Yukiko Kusanagi. No disrespect meant there, bee tee dubs, shout aht to da Osaka Devil. We miss you, arahnd ‘ere, Bonkers! Whatever yinz gotta do, do it. I’ll be waitin’. Dis Championship will be waitin’. But I’mma say dis much: anyone who makes it to me, yinz better be ready for one fuck of a fight, like I was, cuz as hard as I fought to grab dis brass ring? I’mma fight even harder t’hold onto it cuz anything less, to me, is failure and failure ain’t a gah damn option in dis business. Failure ain’t in da vocabulary of anybody who holds a championship. It sure ain’t in dis bitch’s vocabulary cuz I been there. I been on dat climb. It ain’t easy, I know. I got all da respect in da world for da wrestlers who fight tooth an’ nail t’make it to da top. Who overcome their struggles. Who battle their demons. So do dat shit. Dig deep, make da climb and come for me and dis belt. Like I said, I’m livin’ proof: I had my battle wif demons. I fought da monsters in my head and yanno what? I overcame them. I beat them. I took my licks, I got back up an’ I kept on pushin’ against da waves an’ now here…I…fucking…stand!

Morgan drops the microphone, takes the World Title off of her shoulder and raises it up proudly over her head to a pop from the crowd.

Nick Hanson: A powerful message from our World Heavyweight Champion!

Jim Reynolds: Damn right it was!! She’s at the top of the mountain and she’s ready for the fight to hold that spot!

Nick Hanson: And what a valiant message of encouragement to any and all challengers who step u–

The lights in the arena go out.

Nick Hanson: --Whoa, wait a minute.

Jim Reynolds: What the hell?! Nicky, I know this ain’t a power outage. I’m pretty sure the company never misses a bill!

The crowd murmurs in confusion at first.when all of a sudden, the haunting sound of Cetaceans crying out fills the arena. This sends them into a frenzy that almost drowns out the sound itself.

Nick Hanson: WHAT?!

Jim Reynolds: No way. I…Nicky! Are you kidding me, right now?!

Nick Hanson: We haven’t even heard from her since London, Jim, but that sound is unmistakable!

Surely enough, the sounds stop before the music actually kicks in and the lights come back on. Morgan has turned to face towards the stage but she suddenly takes a step back as standing right inside the ring, just a few feet away from her…Milisandre Crowthorne.

Nick Hanson: IT IS!!!!!

Jim Reynolds: AHH!!! What’s she doing out here?!

Nick Hanson: I…I…oh my god, you heard what Morgan Payne just said… You don’t think…?!

Jim Reynolds: Look at the look on the champ’s face!

That confidence. That bravado. That hardened courage. It’s all gone from Morgan’s face as she stands in the ring with a look on her face that says it all: she’s staring right into the eyes of a demon from her past. She shifts in place, doing everything to stay as firm as she can but the fear is there in her eyes. What else is noticed is that the microphone she dropped is now clutched in the hand of Milisandre.

Milisandre Crowthorne: You speak of beating demons. Of overcoming obstacles. Demons are excuses made by the weak to compensate for their failures. Everyone has obstacles they do or do not overcome. Doing either of those does not make you special. They make you like everyone else. Just another face in the crowd. A face unworthy of the accolades you have.

Milisandre pauses. She looks at Morgan with a twisted half grin.

Milisandre Crowthorne: You never beat me, Morgana. You couldn’t. Because I am not some make believe demon. I am the herald of a being more powerful than any toga wearing bearded man in the sky or cloven hooved, horned being dwelling in the pits of the Earth. You didn’t beat me. You can’t beat me. I am the wall you cannot climb. You once again hold something you don’t deserve. Something I have been tasked with taking. As I did before, so shall I again.

The arena lights go out once again. From the darkness Milisandre continues.

Milisandre Crowthorne: Enjoy your fleeting, meaningless success. Soon I shall take all you have again. Soon I shall leave you in despair and darkness.

The loud cry of a cetacean fills the arena. When the lights come back up Morgan is in the ring alone once again. The mic is laying back in the exact place she had dropped it before. The champion stands there, absolutely shook as the crowd murmurs at the message just sent by Milisandre. Morgan looks around at the audience with a different demeanor. She wonders, once again, if she’s bit off more than she can chew.

Nick Hanson: Oh my god…Jim. I…I think Milisandre Crowthorne just stepped up to the plate!

Jim Reynolds: And the champion doesn’t know what to think!

The scene fades out with the camera focused on Morgan, eyes closed, taking deep breaths as she tries to contain herself.
Cameras shift to the backstage area, with Amanda Thorn standing by, microphone in hand. A monitor in the background has the NFW Collision logo on loop as she brings up the mic to address the fans in attendance and at home.

Amanda Thorn: It has been a wild night so far on Collision, fans, and there’s more to come! But for the moment, please join me in welcoming Zoey Madigan-Star!

The reaction is lukewarm at best as the camera pans over, though there’s more than a few whistles and cat-calls from some of the fellas in attendance, and with good reason. Zoey is quite a sight, dressed in black from head to toe, including form-fitting black jeans and a top so tight that very little is left to the imagination. Couple that with her hair being in a tight braid and she looks both severe and gorgeous at the same time.

There’s no smile on the Sorceress Supreme’s face as she comes into view, but she nods politely to Amanda’s welcome. The interviewer gets right down to business.

Amanda Thorn: Zoey, you actually asked for this time tonight to deliver a message, correct?

A quiet nod comes from Zoey, who places a hand on the microphone, drawing it AND Amanda’s hand closer. Her nails are every bit as black as the rest of her attire, gleaming in the studio lights. Amanda seems unsure about Zoey’s grip, but does nothing to extricate herself from it.

Zoey Madigan-Star: We had a deal, Anya.

Jim Reynolds: Wait… Anya? Who the hell’s that?

Nick Hanson: That’s Pet’s given name. Didn’t you know that?

Jim Reynolds: Probably heard it mentioned before. You’ll have to forgive me, Nicky. Most of my attention span is taking in that woman’s curves. Good gravy!

Nick groans at his partner’s lecherous admission as Zoey continues to address the camera, her expression nothing short of stony.

Zoey Madigan-Star: You keep my name out of your mouth, my Twitter handle out of your mentions and you don’t get within sniffing distance… and I don’t put your lights out. And for a while, you were doing so well! I’m sure someone, somewhere, was proud of you! Maybe the Harem you pay for their loyalty? Who can say?

A brief moment of levity doesn’t produce a smile, though a faint sparkle is evident in Zoey’s eyes. Then, like magic, it goes away like fog in the morning sun.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Then you had to stick your prodigious proboscis in my business again. Short Attention Span Theatre all over again. And why, Anya? Hm? Is there some overblown, contrived reason why you just had to go and ruin the peace? Or were you just bored? I’m honestly curious…

The prettiest little snarl manifests on Zoey’s face.

Zoey Madigan-Star: ...mostly because I want it recorded for posterity before I knock you on your plastic backside the next time you get close enough to breathe my air. And make no mistake, Anya: you WILL find yourself in my presence. You are a creature of habit, after all. To be fair, though? So am I. Except my habit is taking you down a peg each and every time it gets physical between us. But this isn’t Foxy Boxing. No, this is NFW. And a very different Zoey Madigan-Star. So here’s what I want you to do, dear… but first, put down your phone, tell your Harem to put a gag in it and turn up the television. Go on. I’ll wait.

Condescending, yet somehow cutely, Zoey checks her non-existent watch, even tapping her foot in those dangerous-looking, high-heeled leather boots. Amanda, curious, starts to ask a question-

Amanda Thorn: Are you su-

-but she’s shushed by a fingertip touched to her lips. Zoey shakes her head once, then turns back to the camera. Exactly five seconds later, she lowers her hand and continues.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Do I have your full attention now? Good. Now, listen closely:

Her grip on the microphone and, by extension, Amanda’s hand, tightens up.

Zoey Madigan-Star: If you get anywhere near me again, Anya, I’m not just going to knock you down or knock you unconscious. No, I’m going to knock you straight out of NFW. And if you get the urge to try and coerce your Harem to get between me and you? Stifle that urge. Because an army wouldn’t be enough to stop me from putting you in your place. I WILL be treated with the respect that I have earned. And that goes for the rest of the Collision roster as well!

Her golden eyes narrow sharply, her pretty face twisting into an angry grimace.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Vilify me, treat me like a joke, pretend I’m not a threat… all that and more. Do it if you must, but do it at your own peril. Because I’m done playing nice. Cross me, though, and I’ll make you disappear.

She finally releases her grip, letting Amanda have her hand back. Ever professional, she poses a question to Zoey.

Amanda Thorn: Strong words, Zoey. Obviously most of that was for Anya, but it sounds like you might have had someone else, if not a few someones, in mind with that statement. Care to share?

About to answer, Zoey happens to glance past Amanda, spotting something, or perhaps someone, that makes her pause for a moment. That’s when the sound of brand-name sneakers clops against the floor off-screen. It’s Cass Baumer, dressed in a baggy white pullover sweatshirt in sharp contrast to Madigan-Star’s ensemble! She shoves her hands into her purple jeans ripped at the knees, then glances at Ms. Thorn.

Cass Baumer: Lemme borrow that mic for a sec, Amanda. You’ve done great, but I’m takin’ over this interview.

Amanda lifts a brow but does as asked and hands over the microphone. She turns to leave, but a light hand on her arm keeps her present, and that hand belongs to Zoey. She looks Cass up and down for a moment before locking eyes with her.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Old habits, Cassandra? Fine with me. Ask your questions.

Her tone is best described as curt; Zoey asked for this time, after all, and now there’s an interloper. Couple that with her trust issues and recent treatment and the Sorceress Supreme just isn’t in the mood for shenanigans.

Cass Baumer: First of all, I’ve gotta ask. I’d be disrespectful to you and the journalism profession if I just threw softballs, so I’ll give it to ya straight, Zoey: How come it’s taken you so long to speak out on all this? Point blank. You don’t strike me as the cold feet type. You musta been stewing on this for a while.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Were you listening a few minutes ago when Amanda introduced me? What did that sound like to you, Cassandra? It didn’t sound like the ovation someone like myself has earned. Those people don’t care what I have to say and for that matter neither does 97% of the locker room. I’m a wrestler, but I’m an entertainer, too, and the worst reaction someone like me can receive is no reaction at all. When folks don’t give a flip what you have to say, you tend to let your silence speak. But silence doesn’t fulfill me.

The barest hint of a smile, though it does not last.

Zoey Madigan-Star: I simply decided to stop caring about their complacency.

Cass Baumer: I can respect that. You DO deserve more attention — no doubt about it. You know I’m not just saying that to be nice for the cameras, either. I’ve told you so in private plenty of times, yeah?

Zoey Madigan-Star: You have. But that impressionable girl doesn’t exist anymore; she grew up. For better or worse.

Jim Reynolds: She damn sure did!

Nick Hanson: For crying out loud, Jimmy, would you stop leering? You know good and well you’re gonna be talking crap about her the moment she gets in the ring next.

Jim Reynolds: I choose to live in the now, Nicky!

Baumer responds to Zoey after a short pause.

Cass Baumer: There’s no worse about it.

Cass quickly interjects before Zoey could continue. A dark brow elevates on Zoey’s face, as if she disbelieves.

Cass Baumer: To finish off, I’ll just ask this: We’ve got aligned goals right now. You wanna knock Pet through the exosphere and I wanna see it happen. So how ‘bout this: when you’re set to have that match, I’ll be at ringside to make sure the Harem — Chrissy included — can’t sour your fun, kay?

Zoey Madigan-Star: Might be a waste of your time, considering Anya’s very fragile glass jaw…

Lifting her hand and curling her fingers into a fist, Zoey stares at her knuckles and faintly smiles again as though remembering something nice. Most likely the two or three times she knocked Anya on her rear end in a boxing ring. She stops smiling and lowers her hand, turning back to Cass.

Zoey Madigan-Star: ...but I won’t stop you if that’s what you want.

Cass Baumer: It’s a date.

Baumer smirks playfully, then tosses the microphone towards Amanda, who just manages to catch the thing before it hits the ground and blares out feedback while Zoey looks on. With that, Cass shoves her hands into her sweatshirt pocket and strolls off camera with a casual whistle. The camera pans to watch her leave, then sweeps back to Amanda…

Amanda Thorn: That was a strange interruption. But, if you don’t mind, Zoey, back to my ques-

…but when it moves further, Zoey has essentially disappeared. Yes, like magic. Amanda looks around, confused, then just exasperated.

Amanda Thorn: I need a raise…

The cameras then cut back to the arena proper.
Somewhere backstage we find NFW’s newest arrival the one and only Ashley Marie Chase better known to people as AMC

AMC: What are you doing here in NFW? Why are you in NFW? These are just a couple of the questions that I have been asked by fans recently.

AMC taps her chin.

AMC: The real question should have been: What took you so long to get here? And Why did you choose to wait until now to arrive in NFW? Because those are the only questions that truly matter and the truth is I could have come here a long time ago but I chose to wait until it was the proper time and I assure you now is the proper time for me to arrive.

AMC laughs.

AMC: The time is right for the Era of Chase to officially begin here in NFW! Tonight El Piso Mojado gets the ultimate privilege of being the first victim, no make that the first loser to begin the Era Of Chase!

AMC gets the smugest look on her face.

AMC: I am not going to lie. I will beat El Piso Mojado! I will not only beat this man I will hurt this man! I will use this man to prove my convictions and to prove to this locker room that I am not a woman you want to take lightly. I am a woman you want to take very seriously and while I have people here I am friendly with I will not hesitate to put them down if they get in my way. So buckle up folks because it will be a wild ride here in NFW!

AMC winks at the camera and walks off.
It was near the halfway mark of the show when Jonna Austin made her way out from the backstage area. There were no lights, no music…nothing special going on, but the crowd noticed the former champion immediately and began cheering loudly. Jonna smiled and nodded at the fans, signing a few autographs as she made her way down the ramp and towards the ring. The Texas native stepped between the top and middle rope, slowly walking over to the other side and requesting a microphone. She didn’t say anything for a couple of minutes, instead absorbing the cheers from the crowds before she ultimately raised the mic to her lips.

Jonna Austin: What a crowd we have tonight, huh?! I don’t think we could ask for a better audience than what we have tonight!

Jonna paused as she listened to the cheers from the crowd grow louder, if that was possible. She chuckled and nodded a little before she raised the microphone again.

Jonna Austin: This summer will mark 15 years that I’ve been doing this, when you count my indy time into all of it. I’ve done all kinds of matches, and much like so many that I know, I’ve put my body through Hell and back. I’ve had knee surgery, well a couple of them, and I’ve done it with friends and family by my side.

At the mention of family, part of the crowd began to boo, having seen and remembered what Jonna’s sister had done to her at WrestleWar. The woman licked her lips and looked down at the mat for a moment, understanding why the crowd was acting the way it was. She looked back up, the hurt evident in her eyes as she began to speak again.

Jonna Austin: My sister did what she did, there’s no looking at it any other way. Will I ever understand why she did it? No…of course not because she’s been by my side through my entire career. But what’s happened has happened, and I can’t change any of it. What I can and am changing, however, is my work schedule. As I mentioned, I’ve been at this for almost 15 years, and that takes a toll on the body with the matches that I did off and on.

The crowd immediately began to quiet down some, seeming to catch on to what the woman was getting at. After a few moments, there were chants of “Don’t go!”, but Jonna gave a sad smile and held her hand up.

Jonna Austin: I’m not leaving wrestling entirely…just going to a more relaxed schedule. I’ve thought long and hard about this and have talked to Felicia, Harper, and even Lluvia about it as well. When I signed with NFW a little over a year and a half ago, I was coming to team with Lluv and help her out. I went on to have an impressive singles career and even become the Silver Mountain Champion. I will forever be thankful for the opportunities I was given and the chances taken on me by management. I also want to thank Jasmine and the rest of the Kingdom for welcoming me as one of them when I came to NFW as well…that will always mean a lot to me, and as long as I continue to wrestle elsewhere, I will happily represent the Kingdom.

Another pause brought more cheers from the crowd as well as more of the Don’t Go chants. Jonna smiled fondly at the NFW home crowd before she spoke for a final time.

Jonna Austin: You’ll still be able to watch me in Hybrid where Lluvia and I hold the Global Tag Team Championships, but tonight is my final evening with NFW. And thank you to all of the fans here and at home…none of us would have a job or career if it weren’t for all of you!

Jonna set the microphone down in the middle of the ring and waved to the fans, not moving out of the ring as she listened to the cheers and chants from all of them. After a couple of minutes, she finally rolled out of the ring and began interacting with the fans at ringside, signing autographs and taking pictures with them before finally starting up the ramp to head backstage for the final time.
Back in the locker room area, Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez is looking on as Javier and Juan are shadow-boxing with each other, their way of warming up for a match. They have Thicc Attack in the ring tonight and, as per usual, the Cuban-born brothers are taking their opponents with all due seriousness. They know the camera is on, though, and after a few more swings, the brothers knock fists and then turn to face it.

Juan Cortez: Thicc Attack. It’s a wild-ass name, hermano. Ya think they’re referring to their asses? Their thighs? C’mon, what do ya got?

Juan is barely holding back a snicker. Javier laughs a little, but can feel Carmen’s eyes on him, a strange sort of smile on her face.

Javier Cortez: Wouldn’t know, ain’t askin’. My mind’s on business tonight, where yours oughta be.

Juan Cortez: ’Eyyy… just havin’ a little fun. No harm, no foul. Right, hermana?

Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez: You’re going to get your brother in trouble like that, Juan, and not the fun kind.

All three laugh that off, but the time for fun is over. The game faces go on and Javier takes the lead.

Javier Cortez: Had a lot of lessons drilled into us comin’ up in this business and in life. One of the biggest, though, was ya don’t go talkin’ shit that ya can’t back up. Seems like that done flew past a lot of y’all ‘round here. Just take a fuckin’ peek at Twitter if ya don’t believe me.

Carmen nods sagely at this while Juan shakes his head and laughs in full agreement with his brother. Javier, though, isn’t amused one bit.

Javier Cortez: Ya seen it from the last two teams we tangled with here on Collision. Talked a big game, went home with the ‘L’. Ain’t just cause they ran their mouths, though. They just didn’t want it like we wanted it. Same goes for tonight with Thicc Attack. All credit due ya, ladies, but we hope y’all don’t take the same damn road that Majors & SANADA took.

Juan Cortez: Schoolyard bullshit is what that was. Thing is… you two actually got a bit of a right to make a little noise. Last time we tangled, you two took the duke. And hey, no shame in that on our part. Janie an’ Catalina… we know y’all are tough. MIght’ve been two months ago, but we never forget a lesson. Never stop learnin’, either. Don’t matter if you’re talkin’ about wrestlin’ or life. That’s the shit that was ground into us from the moment we could walk an’ talk. And ain’t nothin’ changed.

Javier Cortez: Nothin’ except our names and who we roll with. And our approach to a fight.

Due respect given, the Cortez brothers are definitely a different team nowadays. A throwback to their time in the independents in dress and appearance and a bit more edge to their ring work. And so far it has served them well. Whether or not it can get them a win over a team they’ve fallen to, though…

Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez: It’s a new year, but not a new Dynasty. That sort of thinking implies that our approach does not work. Recent events, however, have proven otherwise.

Juan Cortez: Don’t misunderstand, though. We ain’t those assholes who claim the world is theirs before the fight’s done started. Y’all know this.

Javier Cortez: We’ll leave that for the punk-asses who think their shit don’t stink. My brother and I? We keep it real. Win or lose, ain’t no one gonna forget us. And y’all can bet your ass that one day, maybe in a month, maybe in a year… don’t matter when, but we’re gonna get our shot at the tag belts and they’ll be around our waist before the tale’s told.

Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez: I certainly wouldn’t bet against them, though I can already hear the naysayers braying like jackasses. But let them. There’s something to be said for preparation and determination. Our time will come. Count on that.

Juan Cortez: Thicc Attack, it’s time to get down and throw down, ya heard?

Javier Cortez: Maybe tonight’s the night, maybe it ain’t, but ain’t no one goin’ home sad after what we’re gonna do out there. Bet on that.

Knocking knuckles, the brothers head off with Carmen between them, ready for their match.
We cut backstage to find Dolores sitting at her vanity staring into the mirror, a couple of candles being the only source of light as we see the chair behind her where Dolores the doll once sat which is now empty after it was destroyed at WrestleWar.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔪𝔞𝔶 𝔞𝔩𝔩 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔚𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔚𝔞𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔲𝔯𝔢. 𝔘𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔞𝔟𝔩𝔢. 𝔏𝔬𝔰𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔞 𝔠𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔱 𝔴𝔬𝔲𝔩𝔡 𝔟𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔦𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞 𝔣𝔞𝔦𝔩𝔲𝔯𝔢.

She chuckles.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔒𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔠𝔬𝔫𝔱𝔯𝔞𝔯𝔶. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔓𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔢 ℭ𝔥𝔞𝔪𝔭𝔦𝔬𝔫𝔰𝔥𝔦𝔭 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔫𝔬𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔟𝔲𝔱 𝔞 𝔠𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔠𝔥. ℑ𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔖𝔶𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔞 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱𝔢𝔡, 𝔫𝔬𝔱 ℑ.

Pausing for a moment, she slowly shakes her head.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔖𝔭𝔢𝔞𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔬𝔣 𝔖𝔶𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔞, 𝔞𝔰 𝔪𝔲𝔠𝔥 𝔞𝔰 ℑ 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔥𝔬𝔭𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔬 𝔫𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔥𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔬 𝔲𝔱𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔢𝔳𝔢𝔯 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫. 𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔯𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔰𝔬𝔪𝔢𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔢𝔩𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔬𝔠𝔠𝔲𝔯𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔞𝔱 𝔚𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔩𝔢𝔚𝔞𝔯. 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩.

Her right hand begins to tremble slightly as she quickly places her left hand on top to cease said trembling.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: ℑ𝔣 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔟𝔢𝔩𝔦𝔢𝔳𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔢𝔰𝔱𝔯𝔲𝔠𝔱𝔦𝔬𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔬𝔩𝔩 𝔴𝔦𝔩𝔩 𝔥𝔢𝔩𝔭 𝔖𝔶𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔞 𝔟𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔨 𝔣𝔯𝔢𝔢? 𝔜𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔯𝔢 𝔣𝔬𝔬𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔥.

Dolores lets out another chuckle.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔗𝔯𝔲𝔱𝔥 𝔟𝔢 𝔱𝔬𝔩𝔡? 𝔇𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰? 𝔅𝔢𝔠𝔞𝔲𝔰𝔢 𝔱𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔦𝔰 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔖𝔶𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔞 𝔦𝔰. 𝔄 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔯.

She pauses as a faint audible gasp can be heard from the fans in attendance.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: ℌ𝔞𝔳𝔢 𝔞𝔫𝔶 𝔬𝔣 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔴𝔬𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔡 𝔴𝔥𝔞𝔱 𝔥𝔞𝔭𝔭𝔢𝔫𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔬 𝔖𝔶𝔩𝔳𝔦𝔞'𝔰 𝔭𝔞𝔯𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔰? 𝔖𝔥𝔢 𝔨𝔦𝔩𝔩𝔢𝔡 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔪. ℑ𝔱 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔣𝔦𝔯𝔰𝔱 𝔱𝔥𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔡𝔦𝔡 𝔬𝔫𝔠𝔢 𝔰𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔞𝔰 𝔯𝔢𝔩𝔢𝔞𝔰𝔢𝔡 𝔣𝔯𝔬𝔪 𝔥𝔬𝔰𝔭𝔦𝔱𝔞𝔩. 𝔄𝔫𝔡 ℑ 𝔤𝔬𝔱 𝔯𝔦𝔡 𝔬𝔣 𝔥𝔢𝔯.

Her gaze then shifts so she’s looking right into the camera through the mirror.

𝔇𝔬𝔩𝔬𝔯𝔢𝔰: 𝔖𝔬 ℑ 𝔞𝔰𝔨 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫. 𝔇𝔬 𝔶𝔬𝔲 𝔯𝔢𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔶 𝔴𝔞𝔫𝔱 𝔞 𝔪𝔲𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔢𝔯 𝔴𝔞𝔩𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔰𝔢 𝔥𝔞𝔩𝔩𝔰?

The candles then suddenly go out, sending the room into complete darkness as an evil cackle echoes as we cut elsewhere.
We cut backstage, where NFW’s newest backstage correspondent, Devyn Mitchell is standing by in the interview area.

Devyn Mitchell: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, from The Queens of Chaos, Jordan Majors, Sanada, and Jessi Ozborne!

The three women step into the frame, with Jessi having the Modern Pro Wrestling British Heavyweight Championship slung over her shoulder! The three smile, giving the interviewer a warm reception!

Jessi Ozborne: Thank you, Devyn! And welcome to NFW, by the way!

Devyn Mitchell: Thank you! Now obviously with this being the first show of the year, I’m sure you’re all excited to be featured here, especially in the main event! Did you guys think you’d be placed so prominently on the card when you requested this match from GM Jessie Clarkson-Morian?

Jessi Ozborne: In a way, kinda did. Both Jordan and I have proven that we have more than what it takes to be marquee talents on this brand! Tonight is gonna set the pace for what’s bound to be a banner year for the Queens of Chaos in NFW.

Sanada: There's nothing more I have to say about Jessi and Jordan and I already know how great this match will be. This will be the main event everyone will be watching. And of course I also participated in this match as a commentary. I don't want everyone to miss this match. I don't want everyone to miss out on how great The Queens of Chaos is. We're going to show everyone that this year is our golden year. and there will be no one who can resist us Take my word for it, Jessi and Jordan will give you an experience no one here has seen before. It will definitely be the best match tonight for sure.

Jordan Majors: I’ll be really honest, Devyn. I see this as the biggest match I’ve had in NFW. Yeah, WrestleWar was great for me and Sanada. We had a really awesome match. But people here know Jessi. They know Sanada. They are proven commodities as far as I’m concerned. When I signed with NFW, I thought I was looking at Trauma or Collision for sure. I was eager to prove myself to this company. And I ended up in Destiny. No disrespect to Destiny, I know it’s seen on the same level now. But it certainly wasn’t when I was there. I was fighting and I was clawing and I just wanted a chance to prove that I belong in NFW. It doesn’t matter what I’ve done in this company or that company. When I’m in NFW, it’s about proving myself here in NFW. If you’ve ever had ANY doubts about me, watch me eviscerate those tonight. Watch me change your mind. I’ve always said that I’m money and I’ve told people they can take that to the bank. But the truth is, that really doesn’t fit the Jordan you’re seeing today. People call me the Star of Tomorrow. Well Tomorrow. Is. Now. This is my coming out party.

Majors looks over at Jessi and smirks.

Jordan Majors: You better believe, sis. You better believe I’m going to bring you a fight like nothing you’ve seen. The people in this arena tonight? They’re about to get a pay per view level match on a weekly show. After our match tonight, when they walk out, they will know they got more than the value of their tickets. Because this match? It’s going to be unforgettable.

Jessi Ozborne: Absolutely, it is. I called it before the year even began. This is the year of The Queens, and we’re putting our stamp on it in this match. The way I see it, 2022 was the year that we set the foundation. We planted the seeds to our success when we all first came together. 2023 is gonna be the year that we finally reap what we’ve sown! Where everything we’ve worked for from the beginning starts to pay off.

Devyn Mitchell: That leads me to my next question. You guys have been talking quite a bit about what this coming year holds for you guys. Could you maybe elaborate on what you all are hoping to achieve in 2023?

Majors looks at Sanada and then turns to Devyn.

Jordan Majors: As long as Sanada and I are a team, anything short of holding those tag titles this year would be a huge disappointment. We have everything it takes to win those titles. I’m well aware of the challenge that exists to get there. But we want them so badly. And at any moment this year, if we’re not fighting together… let me speak for myself here when I say NO title will be safe from me. None!

Sanada: Of course, winning a championship is my goal this year. But what's more is seeing my disciples achieve more. I'm definitely not satisfied with this. Or even make everything better this year. I want to take myself to the next level and for sure I will do it in 2023 or even make myself more known. Oh and I most definitely want to be with my loved ones as much as I can this year. And the end goal is to see The Queens of Chaos become more successful than last year.

Jessi Ozborne: Jordan and Sanada have eyes for the tag titles. Diamond, Alex, Zara, The Parkers, they’re all doing their thing on the other brands. Knowing Nakita, she’s probably making a maddash for that US Title on Trauma with murder in her eyes. As for me? I’ve given a lot of thought to it. The Perseverance Championship is a good jumping-off point, and The Silver Mountain Title is compelling just for the prospect of smacking Johnny Towers around alone. But if I’m being perfectly honest—

A voice interrupts.

? ? ?: Yo, Jessi!

Walking into frame, the voice reveals itself to Morgan Payne, who casually strolls by and bumps her NFW World Heavyweight Championship belt with Jessi’s MPW one. She walks out of frame, with Jessi unable to take her eyes off the belt she just met hers with. Eventually she snaps back into the moment, finishing her statement.

Jessi Ozborne: Well…there goes your answer right there.

Devyn Mitchell: Thank you ladies for your time! Good luck tonight!

The three thank her, before taking off down the corridor as we fade elsewhere.
The scene cuts to the backstage area, where various crates, and pieces of equipment can be seen in their natural habit. Dona, strolls into the frame, accompanied by her grandson Tyler.

Dona Rotten: And here we have it dear, fellow. The mysterious box, now we get to the crux of the situation!

Tyler Blackman: Grandma, there are a lot of boxes here. How do you know we got the right one?

Dona Rotten: That's Detective. Ah, so you've noticed that, have you Tyler? It's quite a simple deduction really, notice the size, the distinct markings, there's no mistake this is our mystery box. Now to determine what's in it. At first, I had deduced milk, but notice the lack of liquid pouring out of the top. No, were this milk, sitting on its side like that, surely we'd see telltale signs.

Tyler Blackman: Wait, why would it be milk, Detective grandma. And if you get to be Detective, keep that same energy when it comes to calling me Dr., please.

Dona smirks, and ruffles Tylers hair, she walks around the crate, with the box sitting on it, and surveys the area for any clues she can.

Dona Rotten: Simple, Dr. Blackman, I asked. I phoned our general manager, and inquired if the box in question, was big enough to contain a glass of milk. I was told yes, so therefore, it naturally had to. Moving on, look at these markings on the floor here, they seem to belong to a forklift. Whatever is in this is quite heavy indeed.

Tyler Blackman: But, look, it's sitting on a crate. Wouldn't the forklift have been more than likely used to carry that, and NOT the small box?

Dona Rotten: That's precisely what they'd have you think. As for the contents, earlier this very evening, I, disguising myself as an unassuming houseplant. Snuck into the establishment across the street, where I encountered its owner engaged in conversation with a man carrying this. Clearly, the person responsible for putting its contents inside.

Tyler Blackman: The box, you just said, needs a forklift to carry? Some guy was lugging that around?

Dona Rotten: One in the same, Dr.! Whilst listening, I heard him say, give me the works. Which, in the hotdog business, means you're looking to franchise. Clearly, we can now safely determine this box contains a contract, more specifically a contract for a new Hotdog restaurant. Jess, you clever devil who would have guessed that inside wa…

As Dona is giving her deduction, a man walks past, grabbing the box, he simply says he forgot his lunch, before making his way off camera.

Tyler Blackman: So, like I said right away, not our box?

Dona Rotten: No, dear fellow. I'm afraid, that is our box, but now our problem is much bigger. We have to keep Ms. Baumer from getting that box, at all costs. Clearly the prize was a nice meal, thoughtfully selected by our GM, but hunger has clouded that mans judgment. If Cass, opens that, and smells the remains of food, yet sees none. She's going to fly into a rage, and the case we will be solving after the show, will be that of a murder, rather than the case of how did Dr. Blackman eat so much ice cream.

Tyler Blackman: Yo, I like that case!

With that the screen fades, and we return to the ringside area.
We open up backstage where we see Amanda Thorn standing by with a microphone in hand.

Amanda Thorn: Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome my guests at this time, Pet and Christina Olson.

With that, the crowd in the Collision Center erupts with boos as the two women walk into frame, Pet standing in front of Christina who stands there, head down, a couple of steps behind Pet.

Pet: We don’t have all night, let’s go.

Amanda Thorn: Tonight, Chrissy competes in a ladder match for a briefcase that nobody knows what the contents are inside. What’s your strategy going into this?

Pet looks back at Christina and Christina finally picks her head up and looks at Pet before she’s allowed to step forward.

Christina Olson: Tonight, there’s only one focus I have and that’s to destroy the woman that can’t seem to keep her nose out of my business in Cass Baumer. I thought we took care of you at WrestleWar, but for some reason, you can’t get it through your head that I’m happy with my new place on the ground at my Goddess’ feet. She showed me the truth and showed me where my real place is. I’ve felt complete since then and nobody can accept that fact. Nobody cares about what I want! They just think they know what’s best for me. Yes, I’m talking about you, “Ace”.

Chrissy scowls as she looks up at Amanda.

Amanda Thorn: Aren’t you the least bit curious as to what’s in the briefcase hanging over the ring tonight?

Christina Olson: Of course Goddess is. We all are. But at the end of the day, my mission is still on taking out Cass Baumer and making her regret not stopping when she should have. I’m not playing games anymore and I’m ready to take her down and keep her down for good.

Pet: That’s a good girl. Now, let’s go, we don’t have time for anymore of this.

Pet walks off, tugging on the leash attached to the collar of Christina as she’s pulled forward and looks at the ground as she’s led off and we fade out.
Backstage, the camera opens on “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire as she prepares for her upcoming “What’s In The Box?!” ladder match.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Oi… s’whot bae in th’ feckin’ box?

She walks up towards the camera and stares intently into the camera, almost begging the answer as she does so.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Come on, whot bae in th’ boooox?

She nods insistently, seemingly ready to grab the camera to squeeze the answer from it.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Whot’s in th’ box?

She walks up and looks like she might just punch the camera.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Feckin’ tell me whot bae in the box! Janey Mac, whot kind o’ gammy feckin’ bastard are ye?

Just then, her sister, manager and fellow Shieldmaiden, Aoife “Banshee” Maguire appears in the doorway of the room. Psycho sees her and nods.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Fine, we’ll feckin’ do this th’ hard way then!

Psycho follows Banshee up the hall, ready for this fight and to finally find out the answer she seeks.
Nick Hanson: Well that is all from us here at NFW Collision thank you all for joining us tonight and…

Before he can finish the lights go out.

Nick Hanson: What's going on?

Jim Reynolds: Maybe someone forgot to put money in the meter?

Nick Hanson: Are we still on?

Suddenly a voice booms through the speakers.


The lights burst back on as “Chaos is my life” By the Exploited starts to blast through the speakers and the Silver Mountain Champion Johnny Towers is seen in the crowd wearing a leather jacket with blue jeans and black combat boots and holding the title above his head for a moment before putting it on his shoulder and picking up a bag next to him and starts to walk through the crowd towards the ring.

Nick Hanson: What the hell is he doing here?

Jim Reynolds: Doing whatever the hell he wants, are you going to argue with our Silver Mountain champion?

Nick Hanson: Well… No.

Jim Reynolds: Exactly.

Nick Hanson: But what is he doing out here?

As he asks this Johnny Towers reaches the barricade and hops over it and slides the bag into the ring before walking around the ring and taking a microphone off the announcers table before sliding in the ring as his music stops and the cascade of boos are almost deafening with a small mix of people chanting for Jonna Austin.

Johnny Towers: Shut the fuck up Chicago ya wankers, your Silver Mountain fucking champion is speaking.

This doesn't help matters as the fans boo even harder just making Towers laugh in the ring.

Johnny Towers: Now let's get to the reason I am here and that is this.

He holds up the title in the air again before placing it back on his shoulder.

Johnny Towers: This is my first championship in NFW and ya know what I dont think they could have made a belt more tailor made for me even if they fucking tried I’ll tell ya that much. A match where I can set the stipulations: this is fucking perfect. All of you who want to step up make sure to get your health insurance backed up because you will fucking need to go through hell if you think you are going to take my title away from me.

He stares down at the title belt for a moment with a smirk on his face.

Johnny Towers: Now the history of this belt is not lost on me. The list of people that have held this title before me is an absolute list of people who have gone on to do so much, from Rick Dickulous, Cass Baumer, Eavon Maloney…

Towers stops for a moment as the fans start to chant “BLACKHEART!” over and over again.

Johnny Towers: Of course how could I not mention the legend who this title was created for to begin with Vlad mother fucking Blackheart, give me a moment.

He places the title down before rolling out the ring and grabbing a trash can out from under the ring and rolling it in before going back in as the fans boo even harder.

Nick Hanson: No he's not.

Towers stands up and picks up the microphone.

Johnny Towers: Don't get it twisted.

He opens up and takes out a decent sized bottle of Wild Turkey bourbon out the bag before opening it and picking up the belt.

Johnny Towers: I am gonna pour one out for the man who had he not existed this very title would not be over my shoulder right now so, TO VLAD!

Towers takes a little swig of the booze and starts to pour it into the trash can he pulled out from under the ring.

Johnny Towers: One man's legacy defined by this belt and defended with pride since the company's beginning, what can be said to do all of this justice? What can be said to describe what this piece of leather with metal attached means to one and all in the world of our New Frontier?

He finishes pouring the bourbon in the trash can and throws the bottle aside.

Johnny Towers: For all of the people that has held this belt, and the legacy of the Impaler, Easy V, Doctor Feelgood Blackheart what can i say to all that prestige this item holds.

He looks down at the title again placing his other hand in his pocket before looking back out at the crowd.

Johnny Towers: What can be said… All of those people… CAN FORM A LINE BEHIND MY PASTY ENGLISH FUCKING ASS AND KISS IT! DO YOU THINK I WANT TO CARRY ON ANOTHER PATHETIC CREATURES LEGACY!

Towers takes his hand out of his pocket revealing a lighter which he lights and throws into the trash can lighting the contents inside starting a blaze the fans almost silent in shock.

Johnny Towers: THIS IS MY MOTHER FUCKING LEGACY FROM NOW I WILL HAVE NO ONE TARNISH OR WATER DOWN WHAT I HAVE DONE I CREATE MY OWN HISTORY!

There is a loud audible gasp from the crowd as he puts the end of the title in the fire setting it alight before throwing the whole title into the flaming trash can.

Nick Hanson: WHAT THE HELL?!

Jim Reynolds: THE FUCK DID WE JUST WITNESS?!

The fans start booing to a deafening degree as the ringside area is flooded with security stopping people from trying to jump the barricade into the ring but they can't stop the fans from throwing rubbish into the ring where Towers is standing there laughing.

Johnny Towers: THIS IS MY TIME!

He goes back to the bag and takes out a brand new title belt and holds it above his head as more rubbish is being thrown into the ring around him as the screen fades to black.