NFW Collision #171!

We cut back to ringside where inside of the ring, we see Anya with her harem surrounding her and Christina Olson on her knees beside her. The boos from the crowd are deafening as Anya clearly looks annoyed as she holds the microphone. The camera zooms in on Christina who stares ahead blankly, but her back stomach and arms are exposed, showing off welts and cuts, clear signs of being “punished” after last week. Anya finally brings the microphone to her mouth as the boos begin to slowly die down.

Anya: You peasants should be showering me with adoration!

The boos once again grow loud as Anya is once again annoyed. She looks around once again.

Anya: You all should be thankful that I’m gracing you with my presence here tonight after the disrespect that I was shown last week by a certain redhead!

Anya looks down at Christina and raises a hand which causes Christina to recoil just a little bit as Anya just laughs about it.

Anya: All of this should be over by now, but someone is an arrogant little bitch and doesn’t know that her place is beside her friend worshiping me!


Before Anya can even start to get another word in, Warren G & Nate Dogg’s “Regulate” comes on over the PA, sending the crowd into a pop as Marilyn Matthews and Morgan Payne come walking out onto the stage. Right there with them is Zoey Madigan-Star. Marilyn and Morgan are rocking “Regulators” t-shirts. The three stop on the stage as the music fades out and Morgan lifts her microphone to her mouth.

Morgan Payne: I think I speak for all o’Chicago when I say Anya? Shut. Tha fuck. UP!

Chicago roars with approval and Morgan gives a shrug, looking at Anya with a look as if to say “see? Told ya.”

Morgan Payne: Now I told ya ass weeks ago, I wasn’t gonna stop so long as I’m breathin’. You tried tha numbers game. I found my own backup. You tried more numbers, shit you even tried isolatin’ tha opposition, but tha problem - your problem - is we’re still here. And until you accept facts or until it’s able t’be beaten into you, like I said from tha beginning. You have my terms. Another problem you seem t’have is whatever hold you seem to think you got on Christina? Dat’s breakin’. It’s breakin’, cuz if it wasn’t, I wouldn’t be standin’ here talkin’ right now. So what’s it gonna be? Accept defeat? Or are tha three o’us gonna have to march dahn t’dat ring and accept whatever fines management gives us for stompin’ tha everlovin’ shit outta you an’ rippin’ dat chain off o’Christina’s neck ourselves?

The crowd’s growing tense now as Morgan looks from Anya in the ring, directly to Christina.

Morgan Payne: Chrissy, look at me. Chrissy! Look at me, baby. Ahnno you wanna come home. And ahnno you know we miss you there. I miss you. Mary misses you. Jasmine misses you. Everyone. Lily misses you! Come home.

Immediately, Anya waves a hand and the harem in the ring step forward as about ten more come from the crowd and stand facing the other three.

Anya: It learned what happens when slaves don’t follow orders. Isn’t that right, slave?

Anya looks down at Christina who immediately nods her head as Anya just laughs.

Anya: You already know how you can have her back. All you have to do is join her.

Marilyn lifts up a mic she was holding.

Marilyn Matthews: Shut that cunt’s mouth before I fuck start her head!

She paused as the crowd laughed.

Marilyn Matthews: Listen here ho, you ain’t shit. You have been drinking you own koolaid too much. But that’s fine. I know Morgan and I have zero problems with helping people learn lessons the hard way. Which I’m pretty sure we will have to with you. Seems that you’ve taken too many belt buckles to the forehead.

The camera shifts back to Anya who is fuming. She’s staring daggers right at Mary and Morgan as the harem members hold their ground.

Anya: All three of you can go straight to Hell! My slave knows how lucky it is to be at my feet. It stepped out of line last week, but I put it back in its place once again. It needs to learn that when I tell it to bark, it barks with pride! All of you will learn that!

Morgan Payne: Bitch, you wanna “teach” us so bad? Why don’t you quit runnin’ your mouth an’ do it? Matter of fact, you wanna be “worshipped”? You wanna be “revered”?

She pauses and exchanges a look with Marilyn and Zoey then turns back towards the ring and thumbs to herself.

Morgan Payne: What was it you said earlier? You want me right next to her?

Anya looks down at Christina and then up at Morgan.

Anya: You will join it at my feet. Girls, you know what to do!

As she finishes, the harem girls on the floor begin advancing up the ramp, making their way towards the three other women. Zoey’s response is the first one; she draws her wand and slaps the end firmly against her palm while she stares down the approaching women. Beside her, Morgan tosses the mic down and starts pulling off her jacket, ready to throw down right here. As the Harem continues to approach, “She’s Country” by Jason Aldean comes on through the arena speakers and General Manager Jessica Clarkson-Morian comes walking out of the tunnel, joined by her husband Nathanael and, as always, his black baseball bat.

Olivia Mayfaire: Uh-oh!

Jim Reynolds: What’s boss lady doing out here?!

Nick Hanson: Hopefully restoring some sense of order in this situation!

Jim Reynolds: You don’t just interrupt a Goddess!

Olivia Mayfaire: Shut the fuck up, Jim.

The music stops and Jessica has put herself between the three women on the stage and the approaching group of the Harem with Nathanael beside her with his bat at the ready.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Alright, now! I’ve done heard and seen enough of this and it’s gonna stop. You hear me?

There’s a moment of silence as the tiny little Southern belle stares down at the ring.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I’m talking to you, Ms. Anya! Do you hear me?

And just like that, Zoey makes the wand disappear. But the silent magician never once takes her eyes off Anya’s cronies. Anya snaps her fingers and the harem girls stop in their tracks as she looks right at Jessica with an annoyed look on her face.

Anya: They aren’t worth the time anyway. They’ll bow the knee eventually anyway. They’ll join it at my feet eventually.

And with that, Anya lifts her free hand and gives Christina a backhand across the face causing her to recoil and take a few steps back away from Anya as she looks at Morgan with pleading eyes. At that point, Morgan starts to lunge forward until Marilyn grabs ahold of her and fights to hold her back.

Marilyn Matthews: Easy killer. We’ll get her.

Jessica takes a moment to look between both sides before stopping on the three on the stage.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Hey, hey. It’s fine.

Jessica then turns back to Anya and her people in and around the ring.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Ms. Anya? That was unnecessary. Unfortunately it seems like y’all are at an impasse so I’m gonna do you both a favor and resolve this for you. You say Ms. Christina’s there by her own will? She don’t wanna leave?

Anya stares at Jessica before she yanks Christina forward.

Anya: Tell her, slave. Tell her the truth. NOW!

Christina looks up at Anya and then out at Morgan, Mary, and Jessica.

Christina Olson: I…

Christina takes a deep breath, sighing heavily.

Christina Olson: I’m here by my own will…

Folding her arms, Zoey glares a figurative hole through Anya. Beside Marilyn, Morgan’s calmed down a bit, but she’s still breathing heavily, fuming with anger.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Bull. Take that plastic brat out of her presence and watch the notes of that tune change. That’s what you’re afraid of, Anya: that she’ll leave you like everyone else has and eventually will. You’ll do anything to keep your claws in her. As for me? I’m ready to rip those claws out one at a time.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I see. And y’all here seem to clearly believe otherwise, as Ms. Zoey said. So we’re gonna do this, then. If Ms. Christina’s really there of her own will, I reckon she’d fight for it wouldn’t she, Ms. Anya?

Anya: Of course she would, because she knows what’ll happen if she hesitates again.

Anya runs her hand over some of the marks on Christina as she looks back up at everyone. Jessica takes a deep breath and puts on a clearly forced smile

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Well then, I’m gonna give her the opportunity to do just that. In three weeks, Ms. Christina, you’re gonna have a match, at Reckoning Day. It’ll be you against…

She turns around and looks amongst the three on the stage behind her. Her eyes scan over each of them until she sees the fire in Morgan’s eyes. Jessica smiles more naturally.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: You. Christina Olson versus Morgan Payne.

Jessica turns around to look at Anya and The Harem again.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Ms. Christina, if you win, you can remain where it’s being said you want to be. Ms. Morgan, if you win, you gain control of Ms. Christina’s contract. That sound like a fair shake, y’all reckon?

Morgan snatches up her dropped microphone and stares daggers down at the ring.

Morgan Payne: Yeah, dat sounds gahdamn perfect. What’chu think “Goddess”?

Zoey smirks slightly, clearly liking the sound of this. Anya’s glare doesn’t move from Jessica at all as Christina looks right at Morgan.

Anya: And I think it’s only fair that your Goddess picks what type of match it is.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Now, now, Ms. Anya.

Jessica raises her eyebrow at her and shakes her head.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: You may not like listening to your peers but if you forget, I ain’t one of your peers. I’m the one makes the decisions around here. That being said, though, I like where your head’s at, so we’re gonna do this. We’ll put the right to match stipulation down to a decision. Next week, right here on Collision, why don’t we have ourselves another match? Shoot, why don’t we have ourselves a tag team match? Or heck a trios match? It’ll be Ms. Morgan, Ms. Zoey and Ms. Mary, taking on Ms. Christina, Ms. Etsuko and…well, heck, why don’t I do this? Ms. Anya, you pick one of your…loyal…ladies here and I’ll sign them to a one night contract. Y’all go three on three next week. The winning team of that match decides the match type at Reckoning Day. That’s my offer, Ms. Anya. You take it or leave it.

Marilyn picks up the mic she dropped.

Marilyn Matthews: Jess, if that tramp wants the chance to decide the match type, she should step up and be the third member of her team. That’s only fair.

Zoey Madigan-Star: No, Marilyn, because that’s no fun. I know from experience that one slap will put Anya on her ass. Let her send one of her muscleheads in. At least that way it’s-

She wavers her hand in the air a bit.

Zoey Madigan-Star: -kinda fair?

Anya glares right at Zoey and then at Mary.

Anya: Do you really think I’d even fight like a dirty little peasant? I wouldn’t dare lower myself to such a thing.

Marilyn Matthews: Oh, so you a whole bitch.

Mary is cut off by Morgan.

Morgan Payne: Shit dat’s prolly what she needs! Knock some damn sense into her!

Morgan shouts into the mic, her temper flaring.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Morgan, if that worked, Anya would be polishing her OWN boots. She doesn’t understand pain. But she does understand being alone. You want to hurt her? Free Christina. Whatever it takes.

Morgan says nothing more. She just lowers the mic and tightens her lips, begrudgingly nodding in agreement. Jessica lets the two sides debate amongst each other for a moment before looking to Anya again.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Well then, Ms. Anya, the ball’s in your court. Christina Olson, Etsuko Mitzusaka and a third of your choice. You’ve got one week. For now, I’m gonna ask all of y’all to vacate ringside as we’ve still got a whole entire show to get to and I reckon these folks here would like to get what they paid for. Y’all have a blessed evening and enjoy the show.

Jessica brings her microphone down and turns to take her leave. As she does, Nathanael brings his bat up to rest on his shoulder, scowling over his mask at the Harem as he turns and follows her out. Marilyn stops the pair and gives each one a hug before they head backstage.

Jim Reynolds: Wait a minute! Is that favoritism from the boss?!

Nick Hanson: Now Jim, you know full well that Marilyn Matthews is their son’s Godmother. Cool it!

Olivia Mayfaire: Yeah, try not to pop your shoulder out of socket with that reach.

The show starts to get underway with Anya pulling Christina out of the ring to follow along behind her and The Harem. Back up on the stage, Zoey and Marilyn head back through the tunnel with Marilyn having to coax Morgan to come along with them; Morgan still looking like she wants to fly into the swarm head on as the camera cuts away.
With the lights dimmed, the Shieldmaidens’ motto, “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!” comes up on the Tron. Slipknot's “Psychosocial” hits and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire comes walking through the entryway microphone in hand, ready to go.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Nevermind th’ bollocks, let’s talk about Johnny Towers, aye?

The crowd starts booing at the mention of the name.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: I took th’ Silver Mountain Championship from ye, Johnny. There isna enny way tae bae sayin’ tha witout jess gettin’ tae it like tha.

She nods and points to herself.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: I… took it… from ye!

The crowd cheers this on.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: An’ now ye bae wantin’ a rematch…

The crowd starts to boo again.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: But it kinna jess bae an ordinary match wit ye, Johnny, kin it?

She shakes her head.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Tha isna yer style, is it, Mister All Eyes On Me?

She waves her hand slightly.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Hell, I’m surprised ye havna interrupted already jess tae…

The lights suddenly go out as a voice is heard on the sound system.


The lights go back on as “Chaos is my life” By The Exploited starts and the crowd start to boo as Towers is seen walking through the crowd towards the ring.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Baefore ye aeven start, jess stop there an’ shut yer gammy feckin’ mout!

The crowd explodes.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Whot d’ye feckin’ want now?

Towers walks the rest of the way to the rinside area and hops over the barricade before going around and grabbing a microphone off the commentators table.

Johnny Towers: What I want is that title back why haven’t ya got this yet? As far as the match goes I want you to choose whatever you want but make sure it's something that you're gonna be happy with losing in, make sure its not something where you are just going to get lucky again because as much as you wanna strut around as proud as anything with what should be my title over your fucking shoulder you need to realise that it was nothing but a lucky fluke first time around and I will be taking it back.

Psycho almost laughs.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: So ye do bae rememberin’ it’s up tae me tae decide an’ whot ye bae naedin’ tae get through all tha product ye bae usin’ tae make tha mop on yer head stand, I dina get lucky at ennithin. I BAET YE! S’whot we bae naedin’ is way tae prove tha beyond ennithin tae ye!

She pauses, pondering this thought for a second.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Hmmm, aye, tha’ll bae it…

She snaps her fingers.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Tirty minutes, iron man match… there willna bae any o’ tha shite this time!

Johnny Towers: On one condition, because of the fucking fact our general manager has said I cant challenge again if i lose this match for some reason lets make this more interesting, NO DISQUALIFICATION! This will be an ultraviolet Iron man match.

Psycho almost laughs again.

”Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: I knew ye’d nay bae able tae stop yerself… but, aye, yer on!

Towers laughs and throws the microphone to one side when suddenly the security descend on the ringside area stopping him from being able to get into the ring before out of nowhere Psycho is seen flying through the ropes diving on top of the security and Towers making some fall over so it gives her space to get to Towers who has just managed to get back to his feet and they start brawling again for a moment before more security comes in and breaks them apart.
We cut backstage to find Abigail Lindsay sitting cross-legged on a cushion with her eyes closed meditating as she takes in long deep breaths through her nose and then slowly exhaling through her mouth. After a few moments, Sylvia Lopez wanders into view and looks down at her tag team partner for the evening and raises an eyebrow in confusion.

Nick Hanson: It appears that Sylvia Lopez is curious about what Abigail Lindsay is doing.

Lopez bends down and waves her hand vigorously in front of Lindsay’s face, however the blonde continues with her slow breathing. Standing back upright, Sylvia studies Abigail’s actions and posture and then proceeds to prop herself up onto a production crate and then crosses her legs and closes her eyes and starts breathing long and deep as well.

Jim Reynolds: Is… Sylvia… trying to meditate?

After a few moments, the Bellevue Banshee’s eye closest to Lindsay shoots open and looks down at her before closing back up as she tries again to meditate.

Olivia Mayfaire: It appears that she is.

Eventually Lopez lets out a long exacerbated sigh, opens her eyes and flops her arms down onto her lap as she looks around the nearby area to try and find something to keep her entertained but to also not disturb Abigail.

Nick Hanson: Well… props for trying I guess.

Sylvia starts playing with her fingers and then starts pulling at her hair as she’s clearly becoming more and more agitated until…

Sylvia Lopez: SYLVIA IS BORED!

Sylvia’s outburst is enough to break Abigail’s concentration to the point she opens her eyes. Once she has regained her composure, she looks at Sylvia with curious eyes.

Abigail Lindsay: Interesting.

With her meditative session all but done, Abigail opts to rise from off the floor. Looking at the watch on her wrist, a smile forms on her face.

Abigail Lindsay: What do you know, our match is in a matter of moments. Don’t you worry, entertainment awaits. Let's go out there and have some fun. Playtime has arrived.

Sylvia’s eyes widen with glee as she scrambles down off the production crate and begins to bounce up and down on the spot with a big toothy grin on display.

Sylvia Lopez: Sylvia gets to play! Sylvia gets to play!!! SYLVIA GETS TO PLAY!

Lopez then runs off camera, clearly eager to get started as Lindsay just smirks before following on as we cut elsewhere.
VixSin was in the woods she had a look on her face one that's symbolised both feralness and and an overwhelming anger she was on those woods that she had called home since she was a little girl but this time It was different reason she was here this time it was not for fun or to reminisce this time she went out there because this time she was out to hunt her prey

VixSin was pretty much ready to kill anyone who stood in her way and as of right now that was Austin Ramsey up until last two weeks ago she didn’t know who he was or to be more frankly her and his wife but just like in the wilderness you don’t survive by being nice you gotta kill or your gonna killed so it time to eliminate the compitiion at all cause because she is gonna eat and someone elses is gonna starve

VixSin: Austin Ramsey I don’t know you and quite frankly i don’t want to get to know you but last two weeks agoy i had to make an example of my prey to show the whole roster what I’m capable of and that the hunt has definitely began and there is no end insite till i become the The Apex predator and the alpha of this jungle. I have no mercy for the weak, only the strong will survive and I will leave anyone who stands in my way in a pool of their own blood. Austin Ramsey if you want you know where you can find me but I promise you’ll end up the same way as last two weeks ago because you shall be my first trophy Kill on my way to bigger and bigger game

There was a picture of Austin Ramsey on a tree with the eyes crossed out then she took a bow and arrow and pulled back the arrow and then she let go of the arrow and the arrow landed right between the eyes of the picture

VixSin: This is a Message to any one on the NFW roster wheter you work Tuesdays or Fridays the hunt has begun and no one is safe and when you least expect it I will come out from anywhere strike my pray like a lion strikes a gazelle and to the champion your time will come and when it does hope your prepared for the killer to strike you down.
Several bandages are planted over the areas where Vixsin had bit the lovely face of one Coco St. Cloud. While those wounds had certainly healed by now under the cotton pads, Coco refused to allow her bitten face to be seen since. Her long hair is cut into a stylish bob, and her arms are folded under her chest. A look of pure annoyance on her face.

Coco St. Cloud: I'd like everyone to know that my personal quest for justice has been very successful. Thank you. I know anyone who has any value or worth was truly worried.

She said, giving a little wave to a platinum card between two fingers. Her slender fingers of course are placed strategically, covering any sensitive details.

Coco St. Cloud: Like all beautiful, important people who have come before me: this face has something in common with the iconic Bette Davis' waist, the incomparable Holly Madison's breasts, the incredible Rihanna's legs, and whoever Bruce Springsteen is and his vocal cords: it's irreplaceable, and insured. Hence? This little beauty.

Coco plants a kiss to the edge of the card.

Coco St. Cloud: See, the thing you all fail to recognize about me, time and time again, is that I am resilient and intelligent. And gorgeous. And fashionable. And ridiculously famous. You could all really stand to take several lessons from your girl Coco. And while you chose to put me in a dangerous work environment against the obese, rabid grandma you scrapped up from the woods, for reasons that will forever be beyond my understanding because she's NONE of the valuable things I am - for which my lawyer will be in touch for, just by the way - once again I took a negative and made it into a net positive. And none of you can stand that, can you? You can't stand that no matter what, I'm always just a step or two ahead, and just out of your reach. So you did what pathetic, lowly people do... and you tried to snuff out my light. You tried to take my livelihood away from me!

She cautiously peeled off one cotton pad, then the other. There's not a blemish or a flaw there, not even any blood or scabbing on those pads.

Coco St. Cloud: YOU DID THIS TO ME! And for what?! What did I do to deserve THIS disfiguring!?

She bellowed, pointing at her face and the wounds she was convinced were there.

Coco St. Cloud: Because I wanted to make Cocollision less disgusting? You bring out the MOST revolting thing you could think of because someone around here threatened to show just a little bit of ambition? Fuck that. FUCK YOU. Because what you did was give me an opportunity to turn lemons into a lemonade stand. Which that just gave me the motivation, and the financial backing I needed to make my wildest dreams come true. So this week? I'll be making some phone calls. Arranging some things. Calling in some favors. And next week? Next week, I promise that this show will finally... FINALLY... be something people actually want to feast their eyes on.

Tossing the cotton pads to the ground, Coco storms away with her nose turned to the air. Tucking the card into her purse and exchanging it for her phone, where her thumbs are furiously tapping on her screen.