NFW Collision #167!

Collision begins and just as the cameras switch over from the intro video to show the live crowd, the theme song is immediately interrupted by the sound of The Amity Affliction’s “Pittsburgh.”


The lights go out, shrouding the arena in darkness as the opening riff to "Pittsburgh" tears through the speakers. As soon as the guitar riff starts, the video wall comes to life with the "BEHOLD THE KINGDOM" banner while the back wall screen comes to life with a combined static and barbed wire design. The audience pops as The Kingdom’s Morgan Payne comes right out onto the stage with a sense of purpose in her step. Foregoing her usual pause to acknowledge her fans, she doesn’t break stride as she storms towards the ring, carrying her custom designed chair at her side.

Nick Hanson: Here she is, ladies and gentlemen: former NFW World Champion, Morgan Payne. She was defeated for the title two weeks ago by Dona Rotten at Ascension. We saw her last week but it wasn’t, as most might have expected, to declare her desire for a rematch. No. She came to the aid of Azurine Vebbins but primarily, as we found out, it was to confront the woman known as Anya. She calls herself “The Goddess”, Pet.

Jim Reynolds: She’s our Goddess, Nicky! Yours and mine!

Olivia Mayfaire: Give me a break, will you?

Jim Reynolds: She’s yours too, Olivia!

Olivia Mayfaire: Jim Reynolds, the only thing that woman is to me is a royal pain in my ass.

Jim Reynolds: Blasphemer!

Olivia Mayfaire: Get bent.

Nick Hanson: Let’s just agree to disagree, shall we? But Olivia, I’m with you on that one. Anyway! As Morgan Payne makes her way to the ring, she’s been awaiting this moment since shortly after we went off the air last week. She’s fed up with seeing former Kingdom member, Christina Olson, being treated as she has been by “Pet” who “allegedly” abducted her and somehow “forced” her into servitude. Sorry for the emphasis on certain words, folks, but you know it’s my job to remain unbiased.

Jim Reynolds: You’re still full of shit! Christina Olson has seen Mistress Anya for the divine being she is! I got all the respect in the world for Morgan Payne but she needs to come to terms with that!

Olivia Mayfaire: Well, speaking of terms, Morgan Payne laid hers down over twitter in a video message to Pet and tonight, according to her, it’s time to put everything to an end.

While this has been going on, Morgan has made it to the ring, sliding her chair inside. She climbs up onto the apron, dusts her feet off and steps into the ring. Immediately, Morgan crosses to the other side and takes a microphone handed to her by Darlyn Fajardo, the ring announcer. Her music fades out and we’re met with the audience chanting the woman’s name at a deafening roar. Morgan gives them a moment to get it out of their system, giving a small smirk and appreciative nod before she brings the mic up to her lips.

Morgan Payne: Ayo, Chicago, whatchinz up to?

She sticks the mic out towards the crowd as they pop again. Morgan paces around the ring slowly, waiting for the noise to quiet down again before continuing.

Morgan Payne: A’ight so…

She pauses, rubbing her mouth contemplating before speaking again.

Morgan Payne: Lemme talk t’yinz! Anybody who follows me on twitter, ahnno yinz saw tha message I sent aht t’dat bitch who thinks her shit don’t stink.

She pauses as the crowd let’s out an “oooooh” before shrugging her shoulders.

Morgan Payne: Yeah, yeah, ahnno. Dat don’t narrow it dahn too much, do it? So lemme do just dat and we get right dahn t’tha matter at hand, yeah?

Morgan picks up her chair she brought with her, unfolds it, and sets it down in the center of the ring. She turns to the stage, losing all sense of good nature and humor in her expression and body language.

Morgan Payne: Pet. I ain’t gonna sit here and waste time, askin’ over and over. I’mma say dis only once. Get your ass aht t’dis ring an’ bring Chrissy wif you.

She takes a brief moment to sit down in the chair and leans forward with one hand on her knee as she watches the stage.

Morgan Payne: An’ I ain’t leavin’ dis fuckin’ ring until you do.

“Mommy” begins to play as boos fill the arena. The camera pans to the top of the ramp and it takes what feels like an eternity for Anya to walk out to a massive chorus of boos as Christina Olson is led behind her on a leash. Anya looks right down at the ring, her eyes focused on Morgan as she stops at the top of the ramp. We zoom in on Christina who’s eyes have massive bags under them and are bloodshot, she doesn’t look like she’s really slept in days from the blank expression on her face. Anya begins to walk once again, tugging at Christina’s leash with force that causes her to almost fall forward onto her face. Christina catches herself and follows behind. Once they get to the ring, Anya motions to the ground where Christina drops to all fours right in front of the apron. Anya uses her like a step to get onto the apron before Christina joins her and holds down the top and middle rope. Once they’re inside, Christina stays firmly behind Anya who steps up to face Morgan.

Anya: Well, we’re here. Be lucky I decided to grant you this audience with a Goddess. What was it you wanted to talk about again? I’m sure it was something to do with wanting to join in on worshiping me or something along those lines.

By the time Christina and Anya are in the ring, Morgan’s out of her chair and watching them intently. She focuses on Christina for a long moment before turning her stone hard gaze onto Anya and raises the microphone back up to her lips.

Morgan Payne: Nah. We ain’t aht ‘ere t’talk about nothin’. You got two choices here tonight. Take that damn collar and dog chain off her neck and you leave her here while you fuck off back to your dungeon of brainwashed slaves. Or…?

She inches closer, getting practically nose to nose with the self proclaimed “domme.”

Morgan Payne: I kick your fuckin’ teeth down your throat right ‘ere in front o’Chicago an’ you go back t’yer lil dungeon where they can feed you food paste wif a fuckin’ spoon. Either way, Chrissy’s comin’ home where she belongs, wif people who actually care about her.

Morgan lowers the mic and throws it aside. She’s done talking. She just glares inches from Anya’s face.

Jim Reynolds: Morgan. Easy, Morgan. You’re in the presence of–

Olivia Mayfaire: Shut up, Jim! Are you a Kingdom supporter or an Anya simp? Nobody can fucking tell with you anymore!

Nick Hanson: What’s gonna happen here…?

Anya tilts her head to the side, just slightly and smirks at Morgan. She lifts her eyebrows with amusement and steps over to Christina, reaching up to the clasp for the chain on her collar. The crowd starts to stir. Is Anya actually gonna do it?!

Olivia Mayfaire: Now wait a minute, did…did Morgan get through to her?!

Jim Reynolds: Well, Behold The Kingdom! I don’t believe it! If anyone could!

Nick Hanson: You need to pick a side here, Jim. Since you can’t stay unbiased at all.

Olivia Mayfaire: Hey, look out!! Etsuko!

Anya suddenly stops working the clasp on the leash and just turns back to Morgan with a snarky laughter. No sooner than she does that, does Etsuko Mitzusaka come sliding into the ring behind her with her signature stick weapon and knock Morgan between the shoulders with it. Anya pushes Christina back into the corner and starts shouting orders to Etsuko as the Red Oni rains down blows over and over on Morgan. She pulls Morgan to her feet and sends her into the ropes. Morgan bounces off and retaliates, launching herself right into Etsuko with “Tastes Like A Timbaland Boot, Bitch!” Etsuko falls back and topples over Morgan’s chair, still sitting in the ring. Chicago starts going nuts as Morgan throws off her jacket and snaps the chair shut. She turns to Anya with a look of fury in her eyes.

Nick Hanson: Ohhh, she’s had it now!

Olivia Mayfaire: Crack her noggin wide open!

Jim Reynolds: Hey wait, we got more bodies flooding the ring!

As Morgan starts looming towards Anya who’s failing at commanding her back, more individuals - all women - come jumping the barricade. About a half dozen of them. They rush the ring, intent on saving their Goddess from bodily harm!

Nick Hanson: The Harem’s here!! Morgan’s outnumbered!

Morgan spins around and sees the first of Pet’s slaves coming. She swings the chair down, CRACKING the Harem member over the head! She turns to catch another. Ram shot to the ribs, then cocks the chair up and whacks her over the back. A third one enters the ring. Morgan throws the chair at her. She catches it and Morgan comes off the ropes with another “Timbaland Boot” kicking the chair into the woman’s face!

Jim Reynolds: AGH!!! THIS IS NUTS!!!

Nick Hanson: Morgan Payne said she was gonna fight for Christina if she had to!!

Olivia Mayfaire: Let’s fucking go!

Morgan drops a fourth from The Harem with “Art of Ruin” and pops up in time to see one of the two bigger ones coming into the ring. The big woman beckons her forward, putting herself between Morgan and Anya. The two jawjack a little before they lunge at each other. Morgan narrowly evades a tree trunk of a clothesline and starts throwing right hands against the big woman, rocking her. The bigger woman throws shots right back and it’s a stand off until the second large woman seen from Christina’s initial abduction footage steps into the ring. The one Morgan’s fighting with gets a forearm shot that knocks Morgan back and the one sneaking in behind Morgan clocks her between the shoulders with a double hammer fist. Morgan stumbles, momentum lost and the two powerlifters of The Harem proceed to beat down on The Kingdom member, stomping her into the mat while Anya shouts commands. All the while, she has Christina by the hair and seems intent on making her watch - which Christina does with a blank expression.

Nick Hanson: Well, the numbers games are finally catching up to Morgan Payne!

Olivia Mayfaire: Somebody’s gotta do something!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, to be fair, she had to know this was a risk!

Suddenly a very BIG boom, as if someone leaned on the pyro button accidentally, goes off and the lights temporarily go out, but when they come back on, the Harem members have paused to look around… only to realize that someone else has joined the fracas!

Nick Hanson: Wait a minute!

A familiar, dark-haired figure is on the other side of the ring, slapping a black object in one hand against her other palm. In moments, Anya is seething and on the verge of shrieking while the Harem members, briefly confused, suddenly charge at her command!

Olivia Mayfaire: Zoey Madigan-Star is here!

Jim Reynolds: Their business is settled already! Why’s SHE butting in?!

The first Harem member to charge in gets cracked with Zoey’s wand, which is swung like a baseball bat! The second one gets one end of rammed into her midsection before she’s waffled across the back with a downward swing! Morgan is getting back to her feet while she has the chance, knocking a third one aside before they can attack Zoey from the rear! The two women end up back-to-back, surrounded by a good eight more, but Zoey hands her wand to Morgan and the fight’s back on!

The first one to lunge in gets pasted by a shot with the wand from Morgan before The Faded Line sends another out of the ring! Zoey, after drilling an attacker with the Walk of Shame, nails a back kick and a pump kick to a second! The four that are left, after looking at one another in concern, decide to charge at once only to be sent scurrying by Morgan and Zoey. They dart around the ring, forming a protective human barrier around Anya and Chrissy, the former of which is absolutely apoplectic with rage. Morgan walks to the ropes, making it clear in no uncertain terms that this isn’t over as Anya and Chrissy reluctantly take their leave. Turning back to Zoey, Morgan examines the wand, then tosses it back to Zoey as “Better Without You” hits the PA, the two women standing tall in the aftermath!

Nick Hanson: Clearly Zoey doesn’t think anything is settled yet, Jimmy! Good on her for coming out here to give Morgan hand when no one else could!

Olivia Mayfaire: Morgan would probably say she didn’t need it, but I have a feeling she appreciated it! The question is… what now?!!

Jim Reynolds: So, what, they’re besties now?! Ugh, spare me!

The crowd continues cheering for the two who just took it to The Harem as Pet and her droogs retreat up the ramp. From the crowd, The Kingdom are finally able to reach ringside with the members flooding the ring to stand with Zoey and Morgan. Marilyn Matthews throws Zoey a fist bump for her assist while Jasmine Matthews, Lluvia Salvatore and River Chance actually have to calm an infuriated Morgan down as the chaos settles. Abigail Lindsay also thanks Zoey while Lilith Meadows, Christina’s former tag team partner, just stares blankly up the ramp at The Harem while the scene fades.
Chasity is sitting backstage lacing up her boots when a camera crew comes into her locker room, Corey stands trying to get them out but she stands when finished and puts her hand on his shoulder, before turning to look at the camera.

Chasity Cage: It's okay Corey, they just want a few moments and I'm more than happy to give it.

Chasity kisses her fiancé's cheek and turns to look at the camera. She smiles and starts to speak again.

Chasity Cage: Trixie, I've seen the things you can do. I've been watching, I keep my eyes on everything going on. But that will not discourage me from going out there tonight and showing you the same thing I showed Coco. That every time I go out there, I go with everything I have in me. I give the fans in the arena, the fans at home and my opponents one hundred percent of everything that I am. Once I finish off in the ring, I can go back to focusing on my wedding plans, so that I can marry the love of my life.

She pauses for a moment smiling at Corey, before turning back to the camera.

Chasity Cage: No matter the outcome of our match tonight Trixie, I will say this, it is an honor, to step into the ring with you.

With that Corey escorts the camera crew out of the room, before the two talk privately off camera.
Backstage later on, Morgan, rather impatiently, is sitting on a table in the trainer’s room while the doctor checks her over. Clearly she doesn’t want to be there and is just indulging them so that she can go back to her people and deal with the aftermath of what happened earlier. As her patience is at an end, though, someone else comes into the room. Morgan doesn’t turn around; she doesn’t have the energy for visitors and well-wishers. Whoever it is, though, they hand over a fresh ice bag and send the doctor away.

?: Go on. Shoo. I’ll take it from here.

Morgan, accepting the bag grudgingly, turns to see Zoey sending the doctor along. However, the moment she gets back to the table, she takes over where he left off. After all, she’s a licensed physical therapist herself. She gently checks over Morgan who, at least for the moment, is calmer… even if she’s in the grip of someone who in the past she hasn’t gotten along with.

Jim Reynolds: I swear, if this turns into some touchy-feely-huggy bullshit…

Nick Hanson: Jesus, Jimmy, take a pill already! Zoey knows what she’s doing! Maybe you should see her about a massage so you’ll chill the hell out!

Olivia Mayfaire: You should! I let her get her hands on me and I’ve never been that relaxed!

Jim Reynolds: First of all, shut up! Secondly… you got her number?

Looking her over for a few moments, adjusting where she can, Zoey finally steps back and nods.

Zoey Madigan-Star: You’ll be sore for a day or two. Keep ice on it and take some ibuprofen to keep any possible swelling down, though, and you’ll be fine.

She walks past Morgan and leans against the other table, arms folded. Zoey looks a little ill-at-ease, possibly from the aforementioned strife, but she’s calm if nothing else.

Morgan Payne: Thanks…

She rubs one spot where Zoey spent a minute working on, assessing it. Whatever was done, it seems like it doesn’t hurt as much anymore. Morgan looks up from her seat, a conflicted look on her face.

Morgan Payne: You ain’t have to come aht there… But yeah…thanks, Zoey.

Zoey Madigan-Star: No, I didn’t. This shouldn’t be my business anymore. But Anya is a thorn that needs extracting and Chrissy deserves better. Her and I were friends once, too. So if you’re willing to fight an army for her, so am I. To heck with ancient history.

Zoey pushes off the bed and walks over to Morgan, standing next to her.

Zoey Madigan-Star: The rest of the Kingdom would have been right there with you if they could have. I don’t mind stepping up.

That seemed superfluous, but Zoey meant it. She has a serious look on her face at first, but soon enough it gives way to a genuine, if understated, smile. Zoey doesn’t do that as often as she used to, so it’s nice to see.

Morgan Payne: History’s just dat: history.

Morgan holds the ice pack against her neck a moment longer then sets it down next to her on the bench. She plants her hands at her sides on the wooden surface beneath her and sighs. Zoey makes a similar sound, rubbing the back of her neck. They’re silent after for a few moments, then…

Zoey Madigan-Star: Of course, this is far from over. It’s not done until Chrissy is back where she belongs, or at the very least out from under Anya’s thumb. And that rubber brat and her followers won’t stop for anything. So… as long as you need backup, I’ll be there.

Morgan Payne: ...I hate her, Zoey. I do. I fucking hate dat bitch. I hate tha image she brings. I hate her outlook on how tha life should be. What’s worse is she’s using her bullshit to poison tha mind of someone I was in tha middle o’teachin’ tha right way of things to.

Morgan grips the bench tightly with her hands, otherwise maintaining her calm as she lets out an exhale between clenched teeth.

Morgan Payne: Tonight ain’t stoppin’ me. If anything, s’just made me realize more an’ more how much dis needs doin’. You wanna have my back for dis? I ain’t gonna turn dahn help from someone who knows even more than I do.

Finally, Morgan stands up and offers Zoey a hand clasp. Turning to face Morgan, Zoey accepts her hand and the two women lock eyes.

Zoey Madigan-Star: She’s gonna wish she never met us by the time this is over. After that, who knows? We’ll worry about that later. Right now, it’s business. The business of stomping a brat and bringing a good person back where she belongs.

Morgan nods.

Morgan Payne: Bet on dat shit.

Zoey grins a little in response.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Except for us, this is no gamble.

Morgan shakes her head.

Morgan Payne: Nah, cuz gamblin’s all abaht luck and like I said before: I don’t do luck.

Zoey Madigan-Star: I make my own. And now, I’m gonna make Anya disappear.

Not wanting to intrude any more on Morgan’s time, Zoey pats her on the arm and takes her leave, heading out into the hallway and back to the locker room area.
Backstage, NFW Silver Mountain Champion “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Aoife “Banshee” Maguire stand by a monitor. Banshee goes running back towards the dressing room, frantically looking for something. Just as she vanishes down the hallway, Psycho turns right into a nasty chair shot to the head from Johnny Towers. Psycho goes down hard and Towers blasts her a second time on the floor, drawing blood from her face. Towers drops the chair and grabs Psycho. He gives her a nasty knee strike to the face and then hits FUBAR! onto the chair. Security floods into the area and drags Towers away kicking and screaming as trainers attend to the fallen and bleedy champion. Banshee returns with Psycho’s blackthorn shillelagh “Blackie” but too late to be of use.
The scene opens backstage in the Vlad Blackheart Coliseum catering area. Abigail Lindsay can be seen pouring herself a cup of coffee. She doesn’t get to enjoy her cup of brew as Devyn Mitchell walks up to the former record setting tag team champion.

Devyn Mitchell: Abigail... can I get a word with you?

Abigail doesn’t bother to turn around to acknowledge Devyn. She reaches for some sugar packets.

Devyn Mitchell: All I have is a quick question.

Abigail proceeds to dump the sugar packets into her coffee. She reaches for a plastic spoon, stirring the coffee. She finally opens her mouth.

Abigail Lindsay: Not stopping you from asking sweetie. Chop chop.

Devyn Mitchell: Last week you claimed there was no one on the Collison roster currently who can hold your attention long enough to step foot in the ring with them. Why is that?

Abigail takes a sip of her coffee. She turns around to finally acknowledge Devyn’s presence. The woman known the world over as Serenity shrugs.

Abigail Lindsay: You tell me.

Devyn Mitchell: I don’t want to put words into your mouth, Abigail. That wouldn’t be fair.

Abigail Lindsay: The idea of what’s fair is a social construct Ms. Mitchell. Like beauty, the idea of fairness is in the eye of the beholder. Most of the professional wrassling landscape is mundane. Simple. Pedestrian. Most professional wrasslers are replaceable. Who truly stands out anymore? A lot of the talent the fans at large master-- I mean cheer for. Does nothing for me. Why should I waste my time going through the motions? I am done with that.

Devyn Mitchell: Shouldn’t Dona Rotten issuing a open challenge or...

Abigail rests her hand on Devyn’s lips, silencing her.

Abigail Lindsay: I could participate in the Scream Queen Invitational. Why would I do such a silly thing like that? I am not here to play a role in someone else's story. I am not feeding someone else's ego. Done are the days where I am swept away twisting in the wind. In another lifetime I once said, “the world belongs to us.” Well. Whoever I decide is worth my time will step into MY world. The world is a stage sweet Devyn, we’re all playing a role. I am looking for someone to fulfill the role of MY plaything. I won’t be a supporting actor in someone else's narrative. Does that answer your question?

Abigail walks off, leaving her cup of coffee behind. Devyn leaves. Just as we believe we are done in the catering area, Sylvia Lopez walks into the frame. She sees the cup of coffee Abigail left behind. With a cheerful grin on her face she grabs the coffee. Lingers at it for a bit then walks away as the scene fades to black.
As the show comes back from break, Dona stands impatiently in the ring, as Bulletproof by Godsmack fades out. She glues her eyes to the ramp, and raises her mic

Dona Rotten: Well, here I am. For those living under a rock, let me recap. I issued an open challenge of sorts last week, because I have a lot of pent up aggression, and I want to let loose. Unfortunately, nobody seems to have the bal…

“Bodies” by Drowning Pool blasts through the sound system as Alastair comes out onto the top of the ramp with a microphone in hand.

Alastair Frost Greetings little Ms. Champion. You must be wondering why I have come down here during your little speech as is everyone else in the crowd.

Alastair let out a low growling laugh as he watched the look on Dona’s face as he held the microphone.

Dona raises an eyebrow, and peers at Alastair, taking a moment to let the fans calm down, before attempting to answer.

Dona Rotten: My little speech, about wanting to fight someone? Yeah, I have absolutely no clue why you'd be coming down during that. The fuck, dude, you want to play checkers or something?

Alastair narrowed his eyes to Dona and her proclamation to what she was expecting and was still confused about why he was there.

Alastair Frost Oh, forgive me ignorance. Allow me to introduce myself. I am Alastair Frost and I am the Lone Wolf. Like you, I am looking for a challenge while being on the hunt and I have no problem with who I am facing. Perhaps you would like to have a challenge from a former champion?

Dona Rotten: That was called sarcasm, Iceman. And yeah, you're a former champion, what of it? You can get your ass in here, but I promise you Goose ain't coming to save your ass.

He knew that there would be some that would want to take jabs at him in regards to losing the title but he didn’t care.

Alastair Frost Since we are going to make jabs at each other, why don’t you put that title of yours on the line? Or are you afraid of someone who is a structured warrior?

Dona Rotten: Oh, really, former champion Frostburg, you want this belt? Trying to become current champion Frost? Look, if you can't take this belt off of me tonight, that's it. You go to the back of the line, no more shots, long as this here is mine. That's what I agree to, but If you're still feeling froggy go ahead and jump.

Alastair walks down to the ring as he still has the microphone in his hand as he hears the magical words that he wanted to hear from Dona.

Alastair Frost Say all you want against me creep woman but a collision of styles is something that the people paid to see.

Alastair drops the microphone and heads towards the ring, sliding under the ring.

Dona Rotten: Heh, you just made a deal with the devil, Iceman.

Dona tosses her mic to the side, and backs up into her corner, waiting for the fight to officially kick off.
Jim Reynolds: Holy shit!

Olivia Mayfaire: Hooooooly shit!

Nick Hanson: Alastair Frost pins the champion!

Darlyn Fajardo: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, by pinfall…ALASTAIR FRO–!

Before Darlyn could finish the announcement, a furious Dona Rotten rolled out of the ring and snatched the microphone out of her hand. She grabbed the World Title from the timekeeper’s table and placed it over her shoulder, staring daggers at Alastair as she climbed back into the ring.

Dona Rotten: Yeah yeah yeah. Everybody give it up for him! Your winner, Alastair Frost!

Dona sarcastically clapped her hands as Alastair Frost pulled himself to his feet and stood back in the corner, holding the back of his neck from being dropped with the “Punk Plex.” The crowd booed Dona for her condescending attitude as she brought the microphone to her mouth again.

Dona Rotten: Congratulations, Frost. You pinned the champ. Props to ya, motherfucker! Don’t let that get to your head. It’s not like the Scream Queen Invitational is for this.

She lifted the World Championship off of her shoulder, flashing it at Alastair with a grin behind her smeared face paint.

Dona Rotten: So ask yourself, what did you really just gain yourself? The correct answer: Jack and Shit! So thank you, fuck you, bye!

Dona threw the microphone down onto the mat and stepped out of the ring, starting to make her way towards the back.

Olivia Mayfaire: Someone sounds like a sore loser, wouldn’t you say?

Jim Reynolds: She has a point though! It was a non-title match.

Nick Hanson: Technically yes, but if I may remind everyone–

Before Nick Hanson could finish his words, the sound system came to life with the banjo opening to Jason Aldean’s “She’s Country” and the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum crowd went wild. In the same instant, Dona stopped and looked right up at the stage. Inside the ring, Alastair also turned towards the front as the crowd got louder upon seeing a familiar woman come walking out of the tunnel in neat, women’s business attire. A sweet natured, smiling blonde that they haven’t seen in almost two months!

Nick Hanson: It’s Collision General Manager, Jessica Morian!

Jim Reynolds: I thought she was on maternity leave?!

Olivia Mayfaire: It’s been awhile, Jim! It looks like Mama’s back!

Nick Hanson: She’s not alone, either!

No, indeed not, as Jessica’s husband, former in-ring competitor, Nathanael Morian came looming out right on her heels. His signature baseball bat rested over his shoulder while his wife held a microphone in her hand. She waited for her music to cut off but even when it did, Chicago was still making noise.

Crowd: WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK! WELCOME BACK!

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Well, thank ya, Chicago! It’s good to be back! How are y’all, this evening?!

She gave them a moment to respond with another cheer before turning to Dona and Alastair.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: First off, let me start in person by congratulating Dona Rotten again on winning the NFW World Championship at Ascension IV. That was a fine match and one of the best I’ve ever seen. I’d say the same about this one too, for what it’s worth! Alastair Frost, congratulations on your win tonight. Scoring a win over a champion is no small feat, even in a non-title match. Now, Dona. I know this match wasn’t for the championship. Obviously, it’s still sitting on your shoulder and rightfully so, but you know as well as I do, and as well as anyone else what something like this means.

A slow smile spread across Alastair’s face. Meanwhile, Dona’s eyes slowly went wide and she started shaking her head. She could be seen mouthing words.

Dona Rotten: You’re fucking kidding me…

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: No, Ms. Dona, I’m not flipping kidding you. I never pull legs when I do business. Now, seeing that we have a situation here, I also noticed that time flies when you’re having fun and, I don’t think I’m wrong when I say here in NFW, having fun is what it’s all about. Especially for the fans, right? So, seeing as we’ve had several weeks go by in the blink of an eye before, many many times, let’s get down to business, alright? As World Champion, Ms. Dona, you have to defend that title, don’t you? Sure you do! That’s what fighting champions do. Now, you don’t have a challenger for our next big show, Reckoning Day V. I see a man in that there ring, though, that’s no stranger to being a world champion and I reckon he’d like an opportunity to hold that mantle again. Well, y’all know I’m all about paying forward what’s earned so, as a result of tonight’s match y’all just had, I’m here to announce the Main Event of Reckoning Day V on June 27th, right here at the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum. Tickets go on presale at midnight tonight, just so y’all know! That Main Event will be: Alastair Frost…challenging Dona Rotten…one on one…for the NFW World Championship!

Jim Reynolds: Whoa!!!

Olivia Mayfaire: That’s what I’m talking about!

Nick Hanson: Big news with her return to the Colosseum!

Alastair Frost was now seen relishing in the news while, on the walkway between the stage and the ring, Dona Rotten was absolutely furious! Despite the World Champion kicking the barricade and cursing up a storm just several feet away from her, Jessica merely looked to Nathanael beside her as the man casually stepped forward, in case Dona attempted some sort of retaliation in her rage but the champion just clutched her title and glared back at Alastair as Jessica lifted the microphone up again.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Now, then. On that note, I won’t take up anymore of y’alls time. Enjoy the rest of the show and y’all have a blessed evening!

Jessica smiled again as Alastair Frost’s music “Bodies” by Drowning Pool filled the arena to let him finish celebrating his victory. Jessica and Nathanael took their leave back through the tunnel.

Nick Hanson: You heard it straight from the boss’ mouth, folks! Frost and Rotten for the World Title on June 27th!

Jim Reynolds: Dona does not look happy!

Olivia Mayfaire: No but Alastair looks like he just got the best news of his life!

The shot faded to an advertisement as Alastair and Dona stared each other down from inside the ring and on the entry walkway.
The camera opens on Trixie Decker, dressed in street clothing and a duffle bag over her shoulder, walking through the various staff backstage at NFW Collision. She waves to a few PA, then approaches a set of double doors.

As she pushes them open and walks through, Trixie is doused with water. Worse yet, it’s water filled with glitter. Trixie looks down at herself, seeing she is soaking and sparkling, in total shock and confusion. Then, an all too familiar laugh echoes from unseen places.

Lilith’s Voice: “Heeheeheehee! We know what you are, Edward! You’re a vampire!”

Trixie looks up at the ceiling, realizing who’s responsible for this mess. Her face growers redder.

Trixie: “Oh, Tinkerbell, when I’m done with you, no amount of clapping will bring your ass back to life.”

Trixie angrily storms through the doorway down a hall towards an elevator, where Diamond Steele is also waiting. Trixie sees the “Down” button is pushed and waits to the side.

Diamond glances at Trixie and glares.

Kate: “You’re wet.”

Trixie: “Don’t worry. You’re not responsible.”

Kate: “Yeah no… I only enjoy getting Dawn wet… Anyway you ok?”

Trixie: “As fine as I can be considering I’m covered in Lilith’s glitter pixie puke.” (Trixie inhales, then tries to say something nice) “I’m sorry Destiny shuttered just as you were starting your Zodiac run. That sucks.”

Kate just sighs as she shakes her head in return.

Kate: "It's whatever stuff happens. At least I get to be on the same brand with the rest of the Queens so that is always a good thing. Congrats on your title win."

Trixie: “Thanks. I’m really proud of it.”

They wait a little longer, Trixie pushing the down button again.

Kate nods her head as she looks back at Trixie.

Kate: "Anyway... Don't you think you have something to say to me?! Considering how things left off between us ON Destiny. The constant name bashing. Me getting jumped by the wolves among all of that nonsense you talked about my wife. An apology would be nice."

Trixie looks at Kate, annoyed.

Trixie: “Hey, didn’t you also start all of that? You jumped me more than once before the rest happened. And you were jumped by one member of the Wolves. The rest watched, and I didn’t ask the to do it.”

Kate: "Yeah but that was your initiation or whatever it was. Did you see any queen messing with you?! NO But obviously that's not really registering with you. It's not hard. I am sure a woman from the worst place in America, FLINT can apologize. Just say you are sorry and we can move on."

Trixie massages her temple, realizing Kate will never own she started everything.

Trixie: “Y’know what? Fine. Whatever. I’m sorry…”

Kate smiles wide.

Trixie: (glaring at Kate) “For only having time to give you a phenomenal headache.”

Trixie grabs Kate by the hair and slams her, full force and face first into the closed elevator doors.

The attack wasn't expected as Kate slumps down to the floor. She tries to cover up as blood begins to gush from her head.

Kate: "You bitch... I am going to beat you up you wanker."

Trixie smirks at this.

Trixie: (in a cartoonish British accent) “Oy, wot’s that, guv’na? I didn’ mean ta rile ya! Howzabout ya come o’er fer a spot o’ shut the fuck up?!”

At this, Kate launches at Trixie and the two lock up, trading blows, before security shows up and barely pries them apart just as the camera fades to black.