NFW Collision #164!

A pre-tape rolls: it's a beautiful night, floating lanterns in the air, and an illuminated Eiffel Tower fills the frame. Standing at the base is Coco St. Cloud, clad in a thin designer sweater, black leggings, and boots (with the fur). Her long, dark hair is straightened and framing her pretty face. A sulty, smoky cat eye is only made more seductive by the dim lights on the tower and in the background of the city.

Coco St. Cloud: Greetings, salutations, and bonjour.

The heavy faux French accent is on display. Coco crosses one long leg over the other, sipping on a sparkling glass of champagne.

Coco St. Cloud: I know I've been... how you say... M-I-A? And everyone, and I mean everyone, is just begging for my return. 'Where's Coco?' and 'Cocollision is just not the same without Coco.' Quite literally, it is a case of Needs More Coco. But, it's not like me to leave anyone unsatisfied. I just needed a little R&R after that match with Chaz's-titties Cage.

She giggled, a single finger raising.

Coco St. Cloud: Which I won. Dominantly. Unquestionably. Beautifully, dare I say.

She said, giving her finger a wave.

Coco St. Cloud: You betta' never get it twisted. But when you're facing someone as musty, dusty, and crusty as Chastity Belt, obviously there's a level of cleanliness that needs to be contended with. A solid soak, exfoliating all my skin off because... no one should have to touch Chastity Belt..., some world class spa sessions and then a little pampering after all that hard work... I think frankly, I deserve a little time off from improving Cocollision, and making the space more beautiful, and fashion forward. I deserve a vacation! So here we are, in the heart of Pair-ee.

She smiles, giving her long hair a little toss and flick, playing up to the camera.

Coco St. Cloud: Which is why it was so crucial for me to calm my little clouds down and make sure I was starting this episode of Cocollision off on the right foot. With a presentation sooo difficult to follow: moi. So, listen up Charles, and your... little weirdo friend who acts like she's about six years old, because that's the only mental age range that would find your presence tolerable?

Coco said, the name of Lilith escaping her.

Coco St. Cloud: You can keep your snakes in the tin can. You can keep your ding dong dashes. Your phony pizza orders. Honestly, you look like you got a mouth full of bees with your big-ass face, so maybe worry about that before shaking your salt all over me because your little friend lost. I'm taking the time that I deserve to be the best I can be... even better than when I obtained that third dub. It's survival of the fiercest, bitches... and that's Coco St. Cloud, and vous les chiennes ne pourriez jamais l'être.

The translation rolls across the bottom of the screen in the same font as Coco's Cocollision sign: "you bitches could never be." She grinned, swallowing another swig of her champagne. We fade back to the show.
The camera opens on Trixie Decker, in ring gear and hear Wolves of Odin leather jacket, sitting on the NFW Arena’s loading bay, drinking from a brown bottle. She doesn’t look at the camera as she addresses it.

Trixie Decker: “Shit’s pretty weird, huh? Two people from the Wolves are just gone and we’re all s’posed to go on like it’s normal. Oh, and as a bonus, Alastair and I get to fight fellow Wolves tonight.”

Trixie takes another swig, staring off.

Trixie Decker: “And, yeah, I know. The match was set before the tragedies. But still seems weird. ‘Welcome to Collision. Fight your allies.’”

Trixie tosses the empty bottle into a nearby dumpster.

Trixie Decker: “Nothing but respect for you, Catalina and Janie. I know the odds are in your favor as you two have more experience as a tag team than Alastair and I have. But doesn’t mean we’re not gonna give you a fight. It feels like the least we can do to honor those who are gone.”

Trixie leans back on her elbows, staring up at the sky.

Trixie Decker: “Y’know, I was, I think, the last person brought in. I never got a chance to really get to know Robi or Dru. Honestly, I haven’t gotten to really know anyone beyond Alastair. And it’s kinda eating at me. I hate seeing how down everyone is. They were really important to a lot of people in and out of the Wolves.”

Trixie slowly rises.

Trixie Decker: “I guess the question is where do we go from here? What happens with the Wolves?” (Trixie looks at the camera.) “Fuck if I know. All I know is this – the only way we can honor the fallen is to fight and bleed… and make others bleed. See you soon, Thicc Attack. Let’s give ‘em a show they’d have loved.”

Trixie turns and walks into the arena, with the camera fading out on the Wolves of Odin logo on her jacket’s back.
Things had changed in NFW for Alastair and he knew that he needed to change his plans but he knew he needed to remain focused. He walked into the arena for the first time since Destiny closed and he began his search for his tag team partner.

Alastair Frost Destiny may be closed but I am back on my old stomping grounds when I first started at NFW. I did not come alone though as I came with my fellow Wolf of Odinn in Trixie Decker.

Alastair let out a low growling laugh as he slowly put on his sunglasses from his shirt pocket as he continued to search for Trixie.

Alastair Frost The Wolves of Odinn may be in a period of mourning at this time due to the recent loss of Robbi but I doubt that she would allow us to turn away from what the Wolves do in the business, which is kick ass..

Alastair nods in respect and places a hand on his chest in honor to Robbie before he adjusted his sunglasses onto the top of his head.

Alastair Frost Trixie and I have had experience in tag team wrestling before arriving at Collision and we will enjoy putting the tag team division on notice. Perhaps a way of honoring the way of the Wolves, claiming the tag team titles may be in our future. Until that time comes, we have to deal with 2 women that may call themselves as thick but all I see are women who don’t know the true meaning of violence. The Wolves of Odinn are on the hunt for new game and these women are lovely targets for Trixie and I.

Alastair put his sunglasses back on and he is heard howling while he walks down the hallway..
We cut backstage where we see Christina Olson in the locker room. Nobody else is around her as she sits there, on the floor crossed legged with her collar on. She’s looking at the ground, barely moving a muscle right now.

Christina Olson: Zoey Madigan-Star, I know you’re just another one who doesn’t understand. You don’t get it at all, nobody does, nobody understands me or what I went through before finding my true purpose. Nobody seems to care that I was a broken woman, all confidence shattered and gone, that I was a shell of who I thought I was. No, all any of you see is My Goddess is the bad person, she’s the evil one, not anybody else, not the rest of you who didn’t even care to see if I was alright. Not a single person cared enough to make sure my life wasn’t spiraling out of control.

Christina finally stands up, her head tilting up and now staring right at the camera.

Christina Olson: The only person who helped me was Goddess! She showed me the light and helped me get back on my feet. She took me in when nobody else wanted me, when nobody else cared! Zoey, I know you two have history and from what I’ve been told, you’re not a very good person. Goddess has told me everything and how you’ve ruined things for her in the past and I won’t let that happen again! Now it’s my turn to continue to finish the job she’s set out for me to do. Now it’s my time to put you down once and for all and have you groveling at the feet of Goddess Pet.
We cut to the backstage area of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Coliseum, as we pan out from a female hand wrapping up black wrist tape. We pan out further as that woman is revealed to be Jessi Ozborne who’s in the locker room getting ready for her match tonight. Eventually, Devyn Mitchell enters the room, with a microphone at the ready.

Devyn Mitchell: Hey, Jessi…

Jessi gives her a quick glance before bringing her focus back to what she’s doing.

Jessi Ozborne: Sup, Dev?

Devyn Mitchell: I just wanted to get a few words with you about recent events. Mind if I have a moment?

Jess looks back to Devyn, scouting over on the bench and nodding to her in favor of an actual answer. Devyn sits beside her.

Devyn Mitchell: So first of all, I wanted to talk about what happened last week. After you challenged Kasey Kash to a Zion Wrestling Undisputed Championship match at Ascension, the CEO of the company Steven Brody came to ring himself to turn down your request. Now anyone following along on social media knows how Kasey Kash feels on the matter, but I wanted to get your take on things. Are you harboring any feelings of resentment towards Mr. Brody for how things went down?

Jessi Ozborne: Listen…could I say I was pissed right that moment? Sure, I can. About a year off from this point, we were allowing folks from the other side of the Zion partition into this place all the time just for shits and gigs. That’s when things used to be hostile. Hell we had motherfuckers back then throwing molotov cocktails into wrestling rings, yet a little random cross-promotional match on Collision or Trauma here and there was completely fine. Now that peace has been made, and we’re no longer in the midst of a hostile fed war, I figured having just a good old fashioned wrestling match to prove my worth around here would be fine. Apparently I was wrong though.

Bringing up those thoughts gets Jessi slightly worked up, but she eventually calms down and continues on.

Jessi Ozborne: But given the week to think about it all, I’ve submitted to reason. The man can run his company the way he wants. I mean hell, I understand where he’s coming from to an extent. Last year, Kasey signed a contract saying he’d be outta here if he lost a match, and now I am trying to demean that contract's value to less than the paper it was printed on by bringing him back months later. Is that selfish of me? Perhaps. But Dev, I need you to understand how much becoming the NFW World Heavyweight Champion means to me.

Jessi snickers a bit.

Jessi Ozborne: One thing that tickled me about what Brody said to me last week is that I’ve already accomplished a lot in this business. Pointing out that I’m already a three time World Champion. Hell, as I’m sitting here speaking to you now that number’s went up to four, and we haven’t even talked about the fact that if I face Kasey at Ascension and win? That number goes up to five. While all those things mean the world to me, and they truly do, this accomplishment is about more than just the gold. NFW, for all intents and purposes, was my first wrestling home. This the first big time promotion I joined after coming off of the indies. I met lifelong friends here. I formed the Queens of Chaos here. Hell, the head of the makeup department introduced me to my girlfriend, and the current Undisputed Champion introduced me to Kasey Kash himself. So much of my life as I know it is owed to New Frontier.

Jessi pauses to let out a deep breath.

Jessi Ozborne: Winning the NFW World Heavyweight Championship isn’t just about adding a new trinket to the trophy case. To me, it’s about having the chance to represent the company that’s given me so much in life as champion, and hopefully giving a lot back to it as well. If Steven Brody wants to throw me this gauntlet so that I can take the first step? Fine by me. Just more chances I have to prove why I’m the woman for the job.

Devyn Mitchell: Speaking of that gauntlet Jessi, congratulations on your victory last week against Brett Irwin. You are now two victories away from being given your match against Kasey Kash at Ascension. Tonight, you face Sylvia Lopez, a former champion in her own right. Do you have any comments about her?

Jessi Ozborne: Despite what some may think, I actually have a lot of love and respect for Sylvia. Her brother, Sam, has been essentially taken in as family by the Queens. To me, Sylvia’s no different. Hell, in a different timeline, I could’ve totally seen her wearing one of these armbands. That said, I know exactly why she’s being put across the ring from me tonight. No offense to Brett, but Sylvia is a lot tougher of a challenge, and I have the feeling that if I surpass her tonight, who Brody has for me next week will be even tougher.

Jessi shakes her head.

Jessi Ozborne: But I didn’t pick the path I’m choosing to go down under the impression that it was easy. Syliva’s unpredictability says that all the odds are gainer me tonight. But Dev I’ve been fighting against odds my entire career and I’ve left them all the dust. Tonight, Sylvia can bring her all to this and it still won’t be enough. Because you may be good, you may be great, you may be the BEST…but you ain’t Jessi Ozborne, and you’re especially not the Jessi Ozborne that’s as motivated as I am right now. I’m coming closer to punching my ticket tonight. Bet on it.

Devyn gets up from the bench with smile on her face.

Devyn Mitchell: Thank you for your time Jessi. And by the way, happy birthday!

Jessi cracks a smile for the first time in this entire exchange.

Jessi Ozborne: Thank you.

Devyn walks off, leaving Jessi to put her jacket on and think about the match ahead as we fade out.
We cut backstage where we see Lilith Meadows, giggling, humming, sitting on a production crate, swinging her legs with a nerf gun in hand. She notices the camera, waving it over with a mischievous grin on her face.

Lilith Meadows: Be vewy vewy quiet. We’re huntin Danes.

Lilith once again giggles as she looks around at her surroundings and soon, her eyes light up and she points down a hallway as the camera pans and shows Dane Preston walking down, heading towards her. She can’t help but show her excitement as she gets the nerf gun ready. Dane comes walking down the hallway, the Perseverance Championship over his shoulder, seemingly not noticing Lilith sitting and waiting. Just as he’s about to turn the corner, Lilith takes aim above him, shooting the nerf gun and suddenly, you hear a pop and glittery water falls from the ceiling, covering Dane.

Dane F'n Preston: What the hell?!

Lilith is giggling with pure delight as Dane stands there, sparkling and wet as he now sees her sitting there. He gives her an annoyed and angry look as Lilith lets out a playful yelp and hops down off the crate and takes off running as Dane just looks down at himself and sighs.

Hallie and Kira were in front of an amusement park that was packed on that particular day. Kira was setting up a camera so they could record some stuff around the park today. She was almost done setting the camera up. She was making sure that everything was right and that the camera was in focus by makingHallie stand still in front of the camera and once everything was done she clicked on the record button.

Hallie Williams: So I’m Hallie Williams and I’m so excited to be here and I can’t wait to meet more wrestlers on the roster!!!

Hallie was jumping all over the place she was just so happy she just couldn’t contain her happiness she just needed to express herself. Kira on the other hand was trying to calm her down because she was getting too excited and she didn’t want her tag team partner to pass out due to over exhaustion even though she knew it would almost be impossible to calm her down. Kira was also happy for the both of them as they were able to take what they were doing on the indies to a bigger and better stage which she thought would never happen because for whatever reason they never had the special factor that would take them to the next level in their respective careers.

Kira Logan: I’m ”The Protagonist” KIra Logan

Hallie & Kira: And we are Magical Sugar Unicon

So by this point they were already in the park and walking around and looking around.. Then Hallie leaves to go buy a churro which did not surprise Kira since one of Hallie’s favourite things in the whole world after hugs, rainbows and sunshine was churros. So after finishing the churro Hallie rejoined Kira

Kira Logan: So last week we won our debut match for New Frontier wrestling and that means now we are on the map as one of the tag teams in the company but that also means we have to work even harder than before to reach out goals now that we are considered a professional and not independent so Hallie wanna Explain our goals

Hallie at this point was still so pumped up as she was trying to become less over excited but she just couldn’t it was like she was on a full blown sugar rush and most people would ask how is that possible from one churro and the best answer to that question is well Kira isn't even sure.Hallie finally was calm enough to speak

Hallie Williams: Well at the end of this no matter what is thrown at us and matter how many times we fall down face first Magical Sugar Unicorn will become tag team because if the both of us put our minds together there is nothing that we can’t accomplish together. It has always been about giving it our all, never backing down and spreading positivity with everyone we have and will face face it the ring.

Kira Logan: That's right Hallie we will preserve through any obstacle in our way because getting to the top of the tag division is like climbing Mount Everest we either make it to the top or we fall and accomplish nothing and just like climbing the world's tallest mountain everyday is something new and getting to the top is different for everyone it could be Royal Aces at the top when finally get there or an entirely different team but that the fun part we never know who the champ might be and it keeps us on our feet.

The scene opens with Abigail Lindsay in catering. She is at one of the tables with a plate in her hand. She doesn’t appear to be her normal, cheerful self. No one can blame her. Based on some of the details that have emerged about what happened at The Castle over the weekend, no one would blame Abigail if she didn’t make the trip to Chicago.

Before she can chow down on the Soul Garden delights, Jamie Austin assaults Abigail with a swift kick to the back knocking her into the table. The blonde collapses to the floor clutching her back, groaning in pain. Jamie continues to lay the boots to Abigail with such viciousness.

Jamie Austin: “Are you bored now, Abi?!”

Jamie backs up a couple steps. Rushing at Abigail she punts her straight in the back. Once again, Abigail screams in pain. Jamie snickers.

Jamie Austin: “Your so-called family will see you as damaged goods after I’m done with you.”

Jamie backs up again to do some more damage. Luckily for Abigail, security are on the scene to prevent a defenseless Abigail from taking anymore damage. One of the men does go to check to see if Abigail is alright, all things considered. Feeling somewhat content with her actions, Jamie doesn’t bother to fight through security. She slowly backs away.

The scene ends with the one person checking on Abigail motioning that he needs more help as Abigail continues to grimace in agony.
As the crowd prepares for the main event, Darlyn Fajardo stands in the ring, beginning the announcement. Azurine Vebbins has made her entrance already and waits, ready to go as Godsmack’s “Bulletproof” and the fans go wild. The lights dim and smoke fills the stage. Movement comes from the tunnel as two women come walking out. One being Alice Chambers, escorting Dona Rotten to her match. Dona’s in her usual black biker denims and leathers - a notable set of armbands around her biceps with the words “VALKYRIE” and “PROPHET” across them. Another notable change is her face is painted with black around the neck and up the sides with a sheer white layer directly over her face.

Darlyn Fajardo: And her opponent! From Portland, Oregon, representing The Shieldmaidens. This is…Dona Rotten!!

Dona reaches up with the palm and fingers of one hand covered in crimson paint and presses it against her white painted face, slowly smearing it, leaving a “bloody” handprint. Her tongue slides from her mouth as she lets out a blood curdling shriek and storms towards the ring.

Nick Hanson: The Scream Queen is back, ladies and gentlemen!

Jim Reynolds: We haven’t seen this side of Dona Rotten in years, Nicky! I’m a little afraid!

Olivia Mayfaire: Things are about to pick up, boys!

Dona reaches the ring and slides in under the bottom rope, crawling on her hands towards the center of the ring, with a maniacal grin aimed at Azurine Vebbins before getting to her feet and backing into her corner. She removes her Shieldmaidens vest and lays it over the turnbuckle on display to the crowd as Alice comes up onto the apron and starts rubbing her shoulders, looking just as wicked and gleeful about this transformation as Dona does.

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