NFW Collision #166!

As we open up this week’s Collision, the lights in the arena go out. The crowd buzzes in anticipation as the beginning of “Undefeatable” begins to play.

I WON’T GIVE UP TIL THE END OF ME

Just then the lights to the arena burst to life, with Jessi Ozborne coming out from the curtain and onto the stage. Dressed in a form-fitting QoC cropped tank and black, cropped skinny jeans, it’s clear she’s not out to compete tonight. If her attire didn’t give it away, the giant stitched up scar on her head definitely did. She puts her fists to her mouth, kissing them both before throwing her arms into the air and wingspanning. Ozborne pivots, throwing a pair of finger guns to the camera, taunting straight into the lens as she makes her way down the ramp, throwing the fans high fives and “Too Sweets” on the way.

Darlyn Fajardo: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome…Jessi! Ozborne!

Nick Hanson: Jessi Ozborne comes to us just seven days after a brutal Zion Undisputed Championship Match against Kasey Kash!

Jim Reynolds: I’m surprised she’s even able to walk after the type of shit we saw her doing last week, Nicky! Any other competitor would need a wheelchair to get their ass to the ring!

Olivia Mayfaire: Yes, but Jessi Ozborne isn’t any other competitor! She’s been hungry around here for a while now, and one can only imagine how much that hunger has grown since the events of Ascension last week!

She gets to the ring steps, before climbing to the top rope and putting her fists to mouth again before doing the same wingspan gesture up there as well, right in time with the music!

CAUSE WHEN YOUR TIME HAS COME AND GONE

I’LL BE THE ONE TO CARRY ON

AND YOU CAN THROW ME TO THE WOLVES

CAUSE I AM UNDEFEATABLE

Jessi dismounts into the ring, shuffling around and getting the crowd hyped, before asking for a microphone from one of the ringside techs. The music fades, with Jessi allowing the admiration from the crowd to seep in before beginning to speak.

Jessi Ozborne: Hello Chicago…

Crowd: PAPI’S HOME!!

Jessi Ozborne: Nah, I know we can do better than that! I said HELLO CHICAGO…

Crowd: PAPI’S HOME!!!!

Jessi Ozborne: Yeah she fucking is, and she has a big ass elephant in the room she needs to address, so without further adieu…let’s get down to business.

The crowd roars for Jessi, with all of them properly hyped and ready to listen to her.

Jessi Ozborne: Last week was definitely an emotional rollercoaster. I got to be in my first NFW pay-per-view match of the year, standing across the ring from someone I consider a brother to me. Regardless of the outcome, that should be something special to me right?

The crowd all unanimously chant “yes” as Jessi nods.

Jessi Ozborne: It should, and in some ways it did. But in other ways, I left that match feeling…unsatisfied. And all week, I’ve been racking my head, trying to figure why exactly that was. Was it the result of the match that had me feeling that way? Hell no! Kasey is one of the best, I’ve no shame in coming up short against him. Maybe it was the fact that where I failed, my best friends Jordan and Sanada succeeded in retaining the NFW World Tag Team Championships, where I have failed to gain the Zion Wrestling Undisputed Championship? Absolutely not. There’s no room for jealousy in the Queens of Chaos. They know that and so do I. So I’ve been thinking it over, trying to find out the reason I’ve been feeling the way that I have. And truth be told, I somehow always knew what it was, but I just didn’t have the words to articulate it until now.

Jessi takes a deep breath before continuing.

Jessi Ozborne: I feel unsatisfied, because I didn’t bring enough to the table to move myself closer to a goalpost that has now further shifted. “What do I mean by that?” you might be asking. To answer that question, I feel like I have to give you a bit of perspective. So imagine you’re me, sitting in the trainer's room, clinging to your girlfriend’s palm for dear life as they sew your face back together, and nearly getting blinded by a flashlight for concussion testing, because apparently the human skull isn’t supposed to get hit as many times as mine did last week. You think “Goddamn, this hurts like a bitch, but at least I made an impression. At least I proved I’m one to look at. At least I moved closer to the goalpost” Then you turn to the monitor next to you for a bit, and you see the referee’s hand hit the mat for a third time, and you hear Darlyn Fajardo yell those two infamous words: And. New.

Jessi shakes her head before continuing.

Jessi Ozborne: To many that is the sound of a new chapter beginning. To me, that is the sound of the goalpost shifting. By this point, my dream of becoming NFW World Heavyweight Champion is well documented. Anyone watching the show knows about it, just like they know how goddamn tough Dona Rotten is. No offense to my sister, Morgan Payne, but if she’s the final boss, then Dona Rotten is the secret final boss that comes after the final boss. She’s that damn good, especially now that the Scream Queen has been unleashed. Proving that I’m on her level is a tall task, even for me. But if I wanna get to where she currently sits, that’s what I’m gonna have to do.

Jessi directs her gaze towards the camera as she continues.

Jessi Ozborne: So now it’s clear what I have to do. I have to make my presence as a top contender undeniable. The best way to do that is to continue doing what I’ve been doing, and that’s running the gauntlet of this entire roster, top to bottom. Putting on instant classic after instant classic. Busting my ass until I am the name on everyone’s lips. So anyone, and I mean anyone in that Collision locker room who wants a shot at me? A chance at derailing my path? I dare you to stand in my way. Because I will not stop until I see my destiny fulfilled. That’s not a threat, that’s a promise. And when The Queen promises, she fucking delivers…

Jessi raises her microphone in the air to let the crowd finish her catchphrase.

Crowd: YOU’RE!! FUCKING!! WELCOME!!

Jessi throws down her microphone, as “Undefeatable” once again plays over the speakers in the arena. Jessi begins to speak off-mic towards the camera.

Jessi Ozborne (off-mic): Anyone! Anytime! Anywhere! Let’s do this! I’m ready! I always am!

Jessi turns around, only to immediately be proven wrong as she’s driven to the mat by a Spear! Everyone is in shock, with the culprit being unquestionable! It’s El Toro Violento!

Nick Hanson: El Toro Violento?! What the hell is he doing out here?!

Jim Reynolds: Looks like he took that proclamation by Ozborne of taking on anyone to heart, Nicky!

Olivia Mayfaire: Yeah, but I’m pretty sure this wasn’t exactly what the Queen of Queens had in mind, Jim! Ozborne’s laid out!

The mountain of a man grabs Ozborne by the hair, pulling her to her feet. Jessi swings wildly, but the bull slaps her arm away, slamming home with a massive headbutt before driving a knee into her diaphragm, knocking the wind out of her. We can hear Toro's manager at ringside, Leticia Calderón, screaming to the minotaur to destroy her! He snorts, looking at the woman gasping for breath in his hand. Jessi gets launched into the ropes, coming back only to get leveled by ANOTHER spear from El Toro Violento!

Leticia Calderón: TORO! ¡Ponla en la cama!

The Avatar of Violence nods, pulling Ozborne to her feet before setting her up and then putting her back down with Muerte del Matador!

Nick Hanson: Oh God! Someone get down here! What are you people waiting for?!

He's not quite done yet though, rolling the Queen of Queens over to lock in Labyrinth's End! The guillotine is cinched in tight as finally security comes running to break these two up, but Jessi is clearly out. He finally breaks the hold, sliding out of the ring as referees and medical staff come out to check on Ozborne.

Jim Reynolds: I don't know what Ozborne ever did to mess with the Bull, but it looks like she wasn't ready to get the horns Nicky!

Olivia Mayfaire: Absolutely detestable attack on a woman who went through literal hell just one week ago!
As the fans begin to settle, Bulletproof by Godsmack hits the PA, getting a mixed reaction from the fans in attendance. Dona Rotten slowly emerges from behind the curtain, the NFW World Heavyweight Championship draped over her shoulder. A moment later, Alice Chambers follows behind, and seems to be all smiles. Dona cracks a sly smirk, and the pair make their way down to the ring. They eventually make it into the ring, where Dona requests a mic, which she is promptly handed.

Dona Rotten: One week ago, I walked into this arena with nothing to lose, and I walked away with everything.

The crowd begin to pick up the excitement a little, one section even starting a "Scream Queen" chant.

Dona Rotten: Oh, now you're impressed? Want to do your little chants, now, do you? Where the hell was that energy last week!? All I've heard about, since winning, is Morgan this, and Morgan that. But, now, you cheer. Nah, can that shit pronto!

Dona points sharply at the crowd, and the mood drastically shifts, as they turn against Rotten

Dona Rotten: But, hey, at least the social media guy gave me a shout out. Hell, I tell you what, I got a proposition, for all the roster members who seem so concerned. Come get some revenge, I'm begging ya. You want vengeance, come on take it, who's gonna stop you because? Not me, I already added one to the kill count, I would LOVE to add a few more.

Dona's finger instinctively traces back, and forth, across the mark she'd made after winning the title the previous week.

Dona Rotten: Got beef, bring it, want revenge, bring it, are you bored and it's a Tuesday night, you know what to do. I'm all out of fucks to give, and it's time to start running through whoever I can!

Alice side eyes Dona, and bites her lower lip, obviously approving of what she was saying here.

Dona Rotten: Oh, by the way, Alice. About blasting you in the face, yeah, sorry about that. Not like it's the first time I've done that, still, I do owe you at least an apology on that. Anyway, in conclusion, thank you fuck you, bye.

With that, Dona spikes the mic into the ground, sending a blast of feedback through the speakers, causing the fans to groan, as she and Alice casually make their way back to the locker room.
The scene opens inside what appears to be an office space. Abigail Lindsay can be seen sitting behind someone's desk. Her feet are propped up on the table. She has an unlit cigar in her right hand. Putting the cigar in her mouth she acts like she’s smoking. Sighing, she tosses the cigar aside. Abigail acts like remembered a camera was focused on her.

Abigail Lindsay: “Why am I here in the General Manager's office your minds are probably trying to decipher? This isn’t me sending a message to Jessica Clarkson-Morian. I did offer to babysit her kid, wouldn’t want to screw up my chances of being first in line amiright? Ugh, to be honest I doubt she’d let me anywho; but I digress. To quell your curiosity, the reason lil of me is here. Helps me get a little closer to Luthor Callaway.”

“His death hit me differently than it did for most of you. Made me remember all the fun times we used to have. I did antagonize him so much he was forced to send Gallus Mag after little ole me. Having Shieldmaidens whoop my ass is all part of the price of being who I am.”

Abigail flashes a smirk.

Abigail Lindsay: “In truth, my relationship with Luthor was some of the most fun I ever had in this company. He kept me on my toes. He wasn’t boring at all. A real mans man, without the flannel shirt, yellow construction hat, and chainsaw. As I delved a little deeper into our relationship, our bond made me realize how much of myself I lost over the past couple months. I used to be the person who sought out adventure, not wait around for the storm to find me. I was excited about meeting The Astro Creeps. It always felt like they were the ones hunting me, not the other way around. All the tag title defenses prior to that eventful showdown, all malse, going through the motions. My quote unquote war with Jamie Austin. My heart was in the right place, I stood up for the family she betrayed. I took on that fight. Would I have given Jamie Austin the time of day if she didn’t cross The Kingdom?”

“The answer is no. Unequivocally no.”

Abigail wags her finger.

Abigail Lindsay: “ Ascension was the end of our little dance. She can move on to whatever. So am I. But Abigail, you tweeted you weren’t stepping back in the ring anytime soon, you would be correct. I’m not. There is nothing out there that makes my heart go aflutter. I chose Luthor for a reason, he was fun to play with. As I look at the current landscape of Collison I ask myself, what fun can be had? Who gets me revved up? Who will be my next plaything? I don’t know. I simply don’t know. I am gonna kick back. Relax. Be there for The Kingdom in any way I can.”

“But until someone out there makes this heart of mine go thump, thump, no more rest holds for the time being. And with that, I bid you adieu. Ta-ta for now.”

Abigail blows a kiss at the camera as the scene fades to black.
The camera opens on Trixie, sitting in a dark room in what appears to be a dilapidated shack. Unknown brown-red stains splatter the wall. She sits in a chair, staring across the room at another chair that holds the Perseverance Title.

Trixie: “Huh. I sure as fuck didn’t expect this.”

Trixie turns to the camera and blinks, still obviously shocked a week later.

Trixie: “I literally just went in that match to play spoiler. I wanted to make it almost impossible for anyone else to win the title, especially that little unseelie snot Lilith.”

She thinks, and shrugs her shoulders.

Trixie: “I mean. I guess I did. Nothing says ‘I made it hard for you to win’ by winning the title myself.” (She sits back, turning to completely face the camera.) “I do feel like I should address the people I fought for the belt. Starting with the man who held it, Dane – if you’d won the fight, I wouldn’t feel any shame. You’re an amazing fighter. I hope I can do you proud. Darcy, you’re as vicious as you are hot. It was an honor. Lilith?”

Trixie searches for words.

Trixie: “I accept that you exist, even if I would personally recommend you consider an alternative.”

The camera follows Trixie as she stands, walks to the title, grabs it and slings it over her shoulder.

Trixie: “I don’t know how long I’ll have this title. I now have a lot of people gunning for me. I’m sure Cubic Zirconia Steele’s already screaming about how she wants it cuz her title was is on hiatus, if not retired. But I promise one thing… I’m going to try to make every single fucking defense of this strap so completely blood soaked and horrifying that a movie slasher would wince and say, ‘Wasn’t that a bit much?’ Because… it’s mine now. It’s Wolves of Odin property. And as a Wolf, it’s my duty to tear our the throats of anyone who’d even think of depriving me of my spoils.”

Trixie smiles sweetly.

Trixie: “Oh… and thank you for all your support. I especially like it when people support me when I’m standing on their fucking broken backs. Let’s do more of that in the future. Especially if you look at my shiny.”

Trixie blows a kiss, then hauls the belt back before slamming it against the camera, causing the scene to go black.
Nick Hanson: “Well we have had a night of action and there is still more to come!”

Jim Reynolds: “You said it….oh…hello…what’s DJ doing out here?"

Olivia Mayfaire: “He is not scheduled, is he?”

Dj struts down the ramp, in his ring gear and rolls into the ring, a few questionable hand gestures before demanding a microphone.

The Ring announce hands him one and he snatches it away before tapping it to confirm it works.

DJ: “It is about time that the management start showing me the respect I deserve and give me the damn spotlight. That's right you cretins of Chicago, DJ is sick of the disrespect around here!”

The Chicago hardcore fanbase starting booing and security deal with a few missiles that have been thrown into the ring and the culprits reprimanded.

DJ: “...Go and eat a burger or something. I ain't leaving this ring until I embarrass the so called competition here in NFW. I demand one of your scabs come out here and get your ass kicked courtesy of the best damn wrestler in this entire company! Come on! Move yer ass. Give me a referee dammit!”

Jim Reynolds: “He is not earning any fans here!”

Olivia Mayfaire: “Look! There is a referee on their way down. This is happening!”

Nick Hanson: “Question is, who is going to step up?”

The crowd stare at the ramp in anticipation while others continue to heckle DJ who struts around the ring, ready and waiting.

Suddenly the lights flicker then go out.

A female voice booms over the arena, chilling the crowd to the core.

? ? ? ?: “You should have heed my warning. Now his blood and those that follow, will be on your hands. It is time for HIM to return, perfected and he obeys only me.

All those voices, once in an endless battle for control, now in harmony.

Gabriel is no more.

Now there is only….

MYRIAD!!!

Pay me my tribute!”

The top of the stage erupts into flame and the sound of chains being cranked can be heard as an eerie theme song plays over the tron.



(Christopher Young - More Sinister Than Popcorn)

The cranking continues as a large figure rises through the stage, his face covered by sticky crimson red stained bandages. His upper torso bares many fresh, weeping cuts and old scars but this fails to hide his ripped muscular physique.

The manacles are bound to the stage by chains but mysteriously they fall free as Myriad starts a slow methodical pace down the ramp. The crowd was stunned by this appearance.

Jim Reynolds: “What…the….hell…?l”

Olivia Mayfaire: “This is Gabriel Ohio turned up onto another level!”

Nick Hanson: “Not Gabriel no longer…..Myriad! This is not good. Not good!!”

DJ is looking perplexed at this turn of events and starts to tell the ref this isn't happening and to call the match off. Myriad clambers over the top rope and stands in the centre of the ring.

DJ continues to argue with the referee and the referee ignores him and DJ rolls out of the ring.

Myriad stares around blankly.

Suddenly DJ slides back in the ring and smacks the back of Myriad with a chair.

Myriad doesn't move. Staring blankly he turns around

DJ looks at Myriad. Myriad stares blankly at DJ.

DJ then kicks Myriad in the testicles.

This buckles Myriad slightly and he is slightly hunched.

DJ taunts the crowd laughing, pointing to the side of his own head, symbolising how smart he is. He tells the ref to ring the bell.

Jim Reynolds: “Not even Myriad is immune to a crotch kick!”

Olivia Mayfaire: “DJ needs to be careful, although he has an advantage now.”

Nick Hanson: “...not to mention Myriad is still manacled!”


Medical personnel run down and attend to DJ. Myriad continues to stare at his destruction as the lighting starts to flicker once more and an evil laugh cackles over the PA System.

Nick Hanson: “...go to a commercial… get this mess sorted out. What did we just witness?”

Olivia Mayfaire: “A Massacre. Nothing more nothing less!”

Jim Reynolds: “...am I on…?”

Commercial break.
Even as Christina celebrated, Mistress Anya came in the ring to further berate her. As usual, Christina just stood there and took the belittling and the abuse. She even got down on her knees and bowed her head as a sign of submission to her Goddess. Anya gave a command to Etsuko and the Red Oni retrieved a chair from underneath the ring. On Anya’s command, Etsuko folded the chair over Azurine’s leg that Christina hit with the Anis Stick. She then held Azurine down as Anya commanded Christina to show how obedient she was.

Nick Hanson: Oh no. Come on! This is disgusting!

Olivia Mayfaire: Don’t let her do this. Someone get security out here!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, this’ll help Azurine Vebbins play stay at home wife more often, the way she likes to!

Nick Hanson: You’re sick, Jim! This is going over the line!

Jim Reynolds: Hey! Goddess’ will be done, Nicky!

Olivia Mayfaire: Why don’t you get in there and do it then, you coward?!

Jim Reynolds: I’m not the one whose loyalty is being tested, Olivia!

As the commentary crew continued to argue, and as Mistress Anya watched and waited for Christina to deliver the final blow on the chair, the crowd began to get excited over something. Christina was just climbing up onto the turnbuckle when someone came running down the ramp and slid into the ring.

Nick Hanson: Oh, thank god!! It’s Morgan Payne!

Jim Reynolds: This ain’t your fight, Morgan! Come on, now!

Olivia Mayfaire: The hell it isn’t her fight!

Mistress Anya and Etsuko both stood and watched as Morgan put herself between Christina on the turnbuckle and Azurine on the mat. The freshly former NFW World Champion didn’t say a word as she stared up at Christina on the corner. She just slowly shook her head. Christina hesitated, looking between Anya and Morgan before starting to bring her foot down onto the middle turnbuckle to carefully descend, but Anya stepped in to get between Morgan and Christina, shoving the Ace of NFW back aggressively and screaming that Christina was to follow her orders and not Morgan’s.

Nick Hanson: Ooooooooh no….

Olivia Mayfaire: You better watch who you’re putting your hands on there, little girl!

Jim Reynolds: That’s Goddess to you, Olivia!

Olivia Mayfaire: Fuck you, Jimmy!

Nick Hanson: HAH! How do you like it?!?!

Mistress Anya spent the next few seconds screaming at Morgan to get out of the way and for Christina to stay on the turnbuckle. When Morgan didn’t budge, Anya cocked a hand back to slap her in the face but Morgan stopped her hand in mid swing, grabbing the wrist. It was at that point that Anya screamed for Etsuko and the Red Oni moved on Morgan. She grabbed the Kingdom member, spinning her around and stepped in with a short arm clothesline but Morgan ducked under the arm and spun around to face her attacker! Etsuko turned right back around into a kick to the ribs, followed up by Morgan’s sitout stunner, “The Art Of Ruin!”

Nick Hanson: And down goes Etsuko!!

Olivia Mayfaire: And there goes Pet and her pet!

Seeing this, Anya panicked and ordered Christina to come down off the ropes and out of the ring, starting to pull her back by a handful of hair as they retreated. She yelled for Etsuko to catch up with the Red Oni, staggering towards them, still rocked from the stunner. Azurine managed to get the chair off of her leg, relieved that nothing worse happened. Morgan’s eyes stayed locked on The Harem, her jaw tightening as she shook her head slowly. The show faded out as the commentary signed off, bidding the fans a good night. Whatever this was, it wasn’t over.