NFW Collision #184!

Cameras cut backstage after the show opens up, just prior to the Event Horizon triple threat match, to show Amanda Thorn standing by, microphone in hand.

Amanda Thorn: Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming the Cortez Dynasty!

The camera pans over a bit, putting Amanda on the left side of the screen as a battle ready trio of Juan and Javier Cortez and their manager, Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez, stand by. The guys look pumped and ready for the night’s back and Carmen wears her confidence on her face through an easy smile, a hand on each of their shoulders.

Amanda Thorn: Gentlemen, after taking on and defeating the dangerous Astro Creeps at Cruel Summer, you’ve been on a serious upswing. But, later tonight, you’re taking on a team with two of the most decorated stars in NFW in The Regulators.

Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez: Morgan Payne and Marilyn Matthews. Behold the Kingdom. That’s how they say it, no?

Amanda Thorn: It certainly is.

Carmen nods knowingly. She says something in Spanish to Juan and Javier, who nod as well. Ready as they look, there’s some trepidation in their expressions. Trepidation… but also determination.

Amanda Thorn: It wouldn’t be a stretch to say that this will be the most difficult and technically-challenging match you’ve had since arriving in NFW. Both women are former world champions with dominant reigns that people still talk about. And they haven’t slowed one bit since carrying those titles. How do you feel going into a match like this?

Juan Cortez: You want that straight up, ‘Manda?

The interviewer nods once and Juan nods back, turning to his brother.

Javier Cortez: It’s a make-or-break moment for us, Senora Thorn. Two wrestlers of this caliber, with the accolades they got in their back pocket? On paper, we’re walkin’ out there to get curb-stomped, ya heard? Ask anybody.

Juan Cortez: That’s what folks are sayin’. That’s what them pundits would have ya believin’. An’ they ain’t totally wrong, neither. In terms of experience, skill, championships… hell, any damn thing y’all can think of, they got us beat.

Amanda listens to this and considers it before asking another question.

Amanda Thorn: Forgive me for saying so, but it almost sounds like you’ve given up the fight before it has even started.

Juan and Javier, blinking, turn to stare at one another. Carmen looks between them, too… and then all three burst out laughing.

Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez: Amanda, no! Come on, now! That would be silly, wouldn’t it?

The guys chuckle a little more before getting a hold of themselves. Javier gently adjusts Amanda’s hand so that the microphone is properly pointing his way.

Javier Cortez: Givin’ up ain’t in our DNA, ‘Manda. You oughta know that by now. Nah, we’re just doin’ what we do and givin’ them props where they’re earned. We know who we’re facin’ and what they got in their back pockets.

Juan Cortez: Thing is, do THEY know what WE got for ‘em? Everyone knows their names. Carmen said it right off, ain’t she? The Regulators! Behold the Kingdom! You can’t get within a hunned miles of Chi-Town without hearin’ folks holler that! Them ladies got it goin’ on, ya know what I’m sayin’?!

Javier Cortez: When it comes t’us, though? They know what we’re bringin’ for damn sure. Never say die attitude, fightin’ till we can’t no more, fuck fear an’ all that good shit. But how we do ain’t the same as what we do. Consider that for a moment. Y’all don’t think we done dug everything we got outta our bag o’ tricks do ya?

Now both brothers are grinning, and while it ain’t quite sinister behind them white teeth and intelligent stares, it’s clear that they’re ready to make something happen. Maybe even the miracle it would take for them to come out on top tonight. Carmen chimes in at this point.

Carmen Viviana Esquivel Cortez: Unknown quantities are dangerous. And saving your best for when the time is right is smart strategy. Combine those two truisms, Amanda, and you’ll understand where we’re coming from and what we’re bringing to the house of the Regulators tonight. The goal, as ever, is to get another shot at tag team gold and to make the most of it. And, reiterating the point, the Regulators are gonna be our biggest challenge to date. But we’re ready. We’re in perpetual motion, unstoppable, unbreakable, and on our way to the top.

The brothers give one last look to the camera.

Juan Cortez: Morgan and Marilyn, mi hermanas, tonight’s gonna be a pleasure. A painful, exhilarating, teaching sort of pleasure. Win or lose, y’all gonna remember us.

Javier Cortez: Bring what made y’all the best to the ring tonight. ‘Cause we gotta know where we stand. In return, y’all get the fight that ladies of your caliber deserve.

Knocking fists, the brothers move off-camera, Carmen following after as Amanda looks on.
The camera opens on the exterior of the arena, the parking lot full of cars. Suddenly, Trixie Decker jumps into view, wearing her Perseverance Belt.

Trixie: "One hundred fifty-four days! That’s how long I’ve held the Perseverance Title! I know, it’s not a record or anything, but I’m still proud of it."

Trixie hops on the hood of a sedan and walks along it, jumping to the top of the next car.

Trixie: "I know runs come to and end eventually, and I’ve been thinking about my run with this title a lot. I think, when it’s all over, I want people to look back at my time with the title and say, ‘What the absolute fuck was wrong with her?’"

Trixie hops onto the roof of a Mustang, its alarm going off instantly. She then hops onto the good of a Ford Explorer.

Trixie: "Like the Livewire match or the lights out fight. I want to defend this title in absurd ways that leave people’s jaws and opponents’ blood on the floor. Dog collar matches, hell in a cell where the cell is literally on fire, Kennel from hell…."

Trixie thinks long and hard on that last one.

Trixie: "Okay, maybe not the last one, but it would put more than a few of the bitches around here to work. But still, this title should test everyone’s physical and mental endurance."

Trixie pets the belt affectionately, then looks at the camera.

Trixie: "Also, I like making people bleed."

Trixie pulls out a bloody, rusty fork and makes a "stabby stabby" motion, smiling broadly.

Trixie: "But here’s to, I hope, another one hundred fifty-four days with this lovely belt. I hope I make the rest of my Wolves proud."

Trixie leans towards the camera.

Trixie: "And make everyone who faces me regret."

Trixie skips off, whistling, and dragging the fork along the sides of the cars as the camera fades.
The scene shifts backstage again to the interview area with Amanda Thorn at the ready with her microphone.

Amanda Thorn: What’s up, guys? I’m back here again. Now, earlier I had the pleasure of getting to talk with Juan and Javier of The Cortez Dynasty. I’m here now with their opponents coming up tonight. Please welcome - from The Kingdom - The Regulators, Marilyn Matthews and Morgan Payne.

The shot widens as Mary and Morgan step into the frame, flanking Amanda on either side in their newly matching color-themed ring gear.

Amanda Thorn: Ladies, hello. How are you feeling tonight?

Morgan Payne: Whattup Amy! Nah, we feelin’ good. Sup wif you?

Amanda Thorn: Well, I’m excited for this interview. Especially after talking with the Cortez Dynasty. They had some interesting things to say. A lot of good things, mind you, about you two. I’d like to get a look at the other side of the coin, if you will.

Morgan adjusts her jacket, nodding a little.

Morgan Payne: Well, shit, we ain’t ever been in tha ring wif tha Cortez boys but yanno ever since we announced entry into tha tag team division, we been keepin’ an eye ahn tha rest of ‘em. Scopin’ aht tha competition n’at. Before tha Astro Creeps a few weeks ago, tha last team we stepped into tha ring wif was Thicc Attack. Now, I’d like t’say we had ‘em whupped until some bullshit happened dat we all remember. Shit popped ahff. Me an’ Mary had t’put us ahn hold and handle our shit, but we back in it now and we got our eyes ahn Thicc Attack again in tha long run. ‘Specially wif them tag team titles sittin’ pretty arahnd they waist. But nah first, like you said, it’s us and tha Cortez Dynasty. We been watchin’ them too. They some bad dudes an’ hey, like I always say “real recognize real.” They talk abaht Law o’tha Streets. Hey, we know abaht alla dat, too, so respect where it’s due.

Amanda listens, nods and asks her next question, this time, turning towards Mary.

Amanda Thorn: Well said. Now, ladies, when I spoke with them, Juan, Javier, and their manager, Carmen Cortez, all had a mutual agreement that this match will be the toughest challenge in their tag team career. I have to imagine that makes you both feel pretty good, right?

Morgan raises her eyebrows and nods as Amanda offers the microphone for Mary to speak.

Marilyn Matthews: In a way. All it really means is they know who we are. What we can do. But if you didn’t you are either willfully ignorant, or you live under a rock, See what I mean? It’s good that they realize exactly what they are up against. And don’t worry, I’m not being arrogant. I know what they can do. They are a couple of tough sons of bitches. But I personally know their type. I grew up around guys like them. So I know how to handle this match.

Morgan Payne: Gah damn right, me an’ her both, Amanda. Like I said, “Law of the Streets”? Yeah, we dahn wif dat. Me an’ Boo might be from different coasts but them coasts got alotta things in common. Juan an’ Javier, they comin’ outta tha panhandle. So I say fuck it, meet us aht in tha ring and put on for yo city, fam.

Amanda nods, bringing the mic back to her.

Amanda Thorn: Good friendly competition. Some hometown pride. I like it! Now, the Cortez Dynasty also mentioned that this match is make or break for them. As everyone knows, they just came off of a hot win against the Astro Creeps at Cruel Summer IV, a team that you, yourselves, also defeated more recently. Do you two feel like a victory tonight puts the winning team closer to a claim at the Tag Team Championships, a goal both of your teams clearly have?

She turns to Mary again, extending the mic out.

Marilyn Matthews: Of course it does. The more you win the closer you get to a chance at the titles. But a misstep here and there isn’t the end of the world. To be honest, a win here is bigger for them than it is for us. That just means they will be putting their all into this match. Which means for us that we have to be at the top of our game. Remind everyone who we are. Sure, Morg’s the hot talk after her amazing title run last year. It has been a few since mine. So not everyone remembers them. Even if I have the record for the longest title reign in company history. I want these two at their best. I always want anyone I face at their best. It’s insulting if you don’t get someone’s best.

Morgan nods in agreement, getting more excited for the match as she starts to hop on the balls of her feet, alternating left to right. Meanwhile, Amanda brings the mic back to speak.

Amanda Thorn: Well, there you have it. Two confident teams with a mutual respect for one another, ready to leave it all in the ring and see who makes it higher on the proverbial ladder of the tag team division. That match is next, everybody!

As soon as Amanda finishes, Morgan calls out at the top of her lungs.

Morgan Payne: REGULATOOOOOOOOOOOORS!!!!!

The two women of The Kingdom bump forearms.

Marilyn Matthews: MOUNT UP!!!!

The two head off towards the ring, leaving Amanda to smile at the camera.

Amanda Thorn: Nick, Jim, Olivia, back to you!
A video was shown last week on Collision in the six-pack challenge. At the end of the match, it shows Elijah Copeland smashing a light tube over the face of Killian Oliver. That's when Elijah pins Sanada and wins the match, getting his chance to face Maguire for her Silver Mountain Championship.

The scene comes up backstage as Elijah Copeland sitting in the boiler room. There was nothing special about the boiler as there was only a light bulb shining on him. He looks at the camera, wearing a black long-sleeve shirt, black jeans, and black sneakers.

Elijah Copeland: Saoirse Maguire, I made a promise last week that I was going to do whatever it takes to win, and I did. I can still hear the pain that Oliver went through after I shattered that Light Tube over his face. If you think what I did to him was bad, what do you think I'm going to do to you at Invasion: Toronto?

He leans back against the wall as his bangs hang low, covering his right eye.

Elijah Copeland: I am the one man in that company who doesn't care how I win. I don't care about anyone but me. You see, I went on a journey that involved me being destructive and using any means necessary to win. At Invasion: Toronto, I'll make you bleed and beg as I cripple you. I'm going to make sure you understand who and what I am. The One hundred and thirty-nine-plus championship reign that you have will finally come to an end. And what's even more funny is that you only defended the championship twice. And this will be your third defense, and this will be your final one. Cause at Invasion: Toronto, I'll take your belt, and you, your legacy, and your title reign will only be ashes.

He puts his fingers through his jet-black hair and swipes it back. His eye looks at the camera as he gives off a little smile.

Elijah Copeland: I'll see you very soon.

The light bulb shattered as the scene fades to black.
The tag team champions, Janie Grayson and Catalina Tavares, otherwise known as Thicc Attack from the Wolves of Odinn were standing backstage with Olivia Herrara. The tag team titles were draped over their shoulders, smirks on their faces as they stood on either side of their friend/manager. The faint echo of the boos from the crowd that traveled to the back area did nothing to wipe the smirks from their faces.

Catalina Tavares: Aww…were you all hoping to see your precious little Queens? I dare say they won’t be coming after these titles again any time soon; it seems to me as if they’re beginning to implode on themselves a bit.

Cat let out a laugh as Janie shook her head a little, the smirk turning to a grin.

Janie Grayson: Or maybe you neanderthals were hoping for one of your other little favorite teams. Let’s see…there’s Cornbread Mafia, Regulators, Cortez Dynasty…I could go on, but I’d rather not waste my breath.

Catalina Tavares: None of them are on par with Thicc Attack…with the Wolves of Odinn. That’s why we hold the majority of the Collision only championships.

The two patted their hands against the titles for a few seconds before the smirks slowly fell from their faces, replaced by looks of seriousness.

Janie Grayson: They can try all they want to showcase their ‘dominance’, to show who’s the best of them. But there’s one thing that all of them, as well as all of you morons watching, need to remember.

Catalina Tavares: WE are the ones that dethroned the Emperor Aces. We were the ones that finally ended the reign of Majors and Sanada…not anyone else. You’re all more than welcome to come step to us, but don’t go whining to management when we put you down just like we did the Aces.

With a glance amongst the group, the smirk returned to faces as they shifted on their feet for a brief moment.

Catalina Tavares: You can try to take this gold from us, but we’ll always be on the attack. We’ll always be ready for a fight.

Janie Grayson: The Wolves are hungry for a fight. Don’t keep us waiting too long.

The 3 women let out a laugh before they turned on their heels, heading towards the large joint locker room that the Wolves of Odinn shared some shows. The champions had nothing else to do that evening, but they weren’t about to leave before watching their fellow Wolf in the main event of the evening.
The arena is quiet for the moment, save for the murmur of fan anticipation, as Collision returns from a brief promotional break headlining the next series of matches for the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament. That’s enough to get a rumble going, but then the music box opening of “Better Without You” by Evanescence starts up and there’s a decidedly stronger reaction. Spotlights converge on the stage and within them stands the silhouette of Zoey Madigan-Star.


She saunters to the top of the ramp, wand in one hand, the other hand tipping her hat low before she comes to a stop. She sweeps off that hat and makes a low bow to the fans before putting it back in place and making her way down towards the ring, looking to be in a much better place than she has been in some time.

Nick Hanson: Welcome back to Collision, fans! It looks like we’re going to be graced with the presence of the Sorceress Supreme herself, Zoey Madigan-Star!

Jim Reynolds: Yeah, about that… did she get permission from Doctor Strange to use that title?!

Olivia Mayfaire: She probably charmed him into letting it slide.

Jim Reynolds: He’s Doctor-Fuckin’-Strange, though!

Reaching the squared circle, Zoey gracefully ascends to the apron and tips her hat again as she steps between the ropes. Walking to mid-ring, she points at the canvas and, in a pop and a burst of purple smoke, an ornate stool appears. She takes a moment to place her hat and wand upon it, then uses a little sleight-of-hand to make a microphone appear in one gloved palm with a smile. “Better Without You” fades out and Zoey takes a few moments to compose herself before speaking.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Chicago… are you ready to make some magic?!

The response is highly positive and Zoey finds that gratifying. She takes a moment to let folks settle, then lifts the mic again.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Then I promise not to take up too much of your time. The last time folks heard from me, there was a bit of confusion as to where I should go and what I should do. Oh, I made it a point-

She gestures to the big screen over the stage, and a short replay of the moment in question plays out:


When the cameras are back on Zoey’s, she’s still smiling but there’s a certain hardness to it, which her continued explanation illuminates.

Zoey Madigan-Star: -to call out every singles champion on Collision by name, to let them know in no uncertain terms that I’d be seeking opportunities at their precious championships. But do you know what I heard as a result of that, dear friends?

She holds up her empty, gloved hand and snaps her fingers. A tiny puff of grey smoke manifests in her palm and… nothing. She gives that hand a comical look, an overexaggerated expression of surprise, then goes back to her smile.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Exactly.

Little bit of booing from the fans, but that has nothing to do with Zoey herself.

Nick Hanson: She makes a good point. I’ve not seen any of her comments addressed by any of the champions.

Jim Reynolds: Or anyone else for that matter. Maybe she’s not as popular as she thinks!

Olivia Mayfaire: There’s a point to this, though. Lots of people don’t like these sorts of interactions because they’re afraid of looking weak or foolish or both.

Nick Hanson: That’s an excellent point.

Lowering her hand again, Zoey looks thoughtful for a few moments as she continues speaking her mind.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Now, when someone calls you out, there’s a few ways it can be handled. Where I’m from, if someone makes that kinda noise, you need to answer back unless you want your intestinal fortitude called into question. And in wrestling, I think we all know how fast lips move and word travels, don’t we?

She glances at the camera with a small grin.

Zoey Madigan-Star: And especially if you’re a champion. If you’re holding gold and the status that comes with it, it behooves you to meet and answer any challenges immediately, otherwise it just looks like you’re ducking folks or, heaven forbid, that you’re afraid. Now, I’m not gonna be the one to cast aspersions on Collision’s fine champions. I’m certain they’re quite busy with all the responsibilities that come with being champions. But, well…

Jim Reynolds: Oh, great. I know this tone. That high-and-mighty “I’m about to educate you” tone.

Olivia Mayfaire: Then shush and maybe you’ll learn something.

A cute little shrug is given.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Aren’t challenges sought-after? Isn’t that what allows us wrestlers to become better? Isn’t that what the fans pay to see? Look, I’ll be the first to admit that I’m not high on anyone’s rankings right now-

A subtle wink is offered up.

Zoey Madigan-Star: -but if you put any stock in that sort of nonsense, well, what do these champions have to lose? Soldiers like Frost are considered tough, brave, and honorable for the most part, are they not? Then he should welcome a fight that would get more eyes on him as the top champion around these parts. Saoirse Maguire is built to fight and, from some of what I’ve seen, she’s a stand-up lady. Seems like she’d enjoy a good scrap anytime, anywhere. Trixie Decker, admittedly, I don’t know much about. Which might be more than enough; I’ve been around this business for a bit, so I should know who you are, no? If I don’t, perhaps it’d be a good idea to, oh, I dunno, come show me?

At this point, Zoey gives a knowing look towards the stage, gazing expectantly. After a few moments, she takes a watch out of her pocket and opens it, observing the seconds passing.

Nick Hanson: Another point for the Magical Maiden?

Jim Reynolds: For what?! Being a brat?!

Olivia Mayfaire: Twice she’s called out Collision’s champions. Twice there has been no response. And at least two of them are in the house tonight.

Jim Reynolds: And by her own admission, she doesn’t rank with anyone, so who’s she to call anyone out?!

And after about twenty of them, she shrugs and pockets the timekeeper again.

Zoey Madigan-Star: I do so hate being wrong. Oh, well. Don’t worry, ladies and gentleman: I won’t embarrass you like this again. No, I’ll wait till I get one of you in the ring so that the shame is proper and out in front of the world. Because whether you like me or you don’t, what you cannot do is deny me.

She pulls off one of her gloves, showing a Hall of Fame ring on one finger.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Less than five years into my career. After a record-setting, undefeated title reign. Before another record-setting title reign. And I’m not even in my prime yet.

Now the smile fades out, but not due to anger or frustration, only determination.

Zoey Madigan-Star: No matter what I do, I excel. Put me on a stage anywhere in the world and watch the eyes and smiles of those watching me light up with joy. Put me in front of a camera and I’ll help create one of the greatest dramas that the Splat Network ever produced. Put me on the football field and I’ll leave you in the dust. And in this ring? It’s the show of a lifetime, every time.

She puts her hat back on and gathers up her wand, tapping the former with the latter. The stool inexplicably vanishes into the smoke from whence it came.

Zoey Madigan-Star: I’m not done, ladies and gentlemen. Far from it. It’s about time the locker room accepts that.

And in a burst of smoke and light, she vanishes, with “Better Than You” playing again in the aftermath.

Nick Hanson: A very determined and hungry Zoey Madigan-Star ladies and gentlemen. I haven’t seen her that fired up in some time.

Jim Reynolds: Yay, she got her smile back. Maybe now she should try winning consistently and if that happens, maybe the champions will show her that attention she craves.

Olivia Mayfaire: She HAS been winning, you doofus.

Nick Hanson: Come on, you two. Regardless, maybe this time it’ll get a response…
Nick Hanson: Well ladies and gentlemen, it is now time for our Main Event!

Jim Reynolds: Our World Champion, Alastair Frost taking on the unpredictable and strange, VixSin.

Olivia Mayfaire: Let’s head on over to Darlyn Fajardo for the intro--

Killian Oliver: Nah, nah, nah, nah, NAH!

Mayfaire is cut off by the booming voice of Killian Oliver who makes his way through the timekeepers area from the crowd with a microphone in his hand as he grabs a steel chair on the way. Sliding the chair under the bottom rope, he looks up at Darlyn Fajardo standing in the center of the ring and he points to the side.

Killian Oliver: Get out!

Not wanting any trouble, the ring announcer exits the ring as Oliver slides under the bottom rope and picks up the chair, he unfolds it and places it in the center and sits down on it.

Killian Oliver: The soldier and the zombie chick are gonna have to wait because I have something to say! Last week was a damn joke! I should be the number one contender to the Silver Mountain Championship right now! Not that moron, Elijah Copeland! I got the first pinfall! But because of “creativity purposes”, the match was a stupid Scramble match!

The Washington native rubs his face with his free hand.

Killian Oliver: So here’s what’s going to happen! Jessica Clark-Moron…

He pauses and catches a heckle from someone in the crowd and he briefly turns his attention to the fan responsible for it.

Killian Oliver: I know it’s Morian, you idiot! Shut up! The adult in the room is talking!

Oliver turns his attention back to the stage.

Killian Oliver: As I was saying! You’re going to come out here and give me what is rightfully mine, and that’s the shot that I EARNED last week! Because until I get that?! I’m taking Collision hostage!

He then sits back in the chair and outstretches his arms before folding them across his chest as the fans boo heavily.

Nick Hanson: Hostage?!

Jim Reynolds: Killian obviously feels like he was screwed last week.

Olivia Mayfaire: Well the rules of the match were known by all competitors ahead of time.

A few more moments pass and nothing.

Killian Oliver: I can sit out here all da--

Suddenly we can no longer hear Oliver’s voice coming from the microphone as he looks at the device in his hand and slaps the top of it and nothing. He chuckles and shakes his head as he tosses it out of the ring and stands to his feet before rolling back out of the ring and over to the timekeeper’s area and snatches the microphone from Fajardo’s hand.

Killian Oliver: You can’t silence me that ea--

Yet again, his microphone is cut off and now he doesn’t look happy at all as he storms over to the announce table and rips Nick Hanson’s headset from his head and puts it on his own.

Killian Oliver: That’s not gonna work on me, Little Miss Bible Basher! You screwed me over last week and I want it rectified or else you’ll have no more shows! That’s right… you heard me… shows… plural! I’ll keep coming out here every week and take Collision hostage until you give me what I deserve!

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Enough, Mr. Killian! Alright? Enough!

The General Manager’s voice rings through the arena as the jumbotron screen flickers to life, switching from the action inside the ring to showing Jessica sitting back in her office behind her desk. Looming, head above the camera is her husband and hired bodyguard, Nathanael. Jessica sits forward in her chair, hands folded over the top of her desk, trying to look as stern and serious as possible. For once, she can actually begin to pull it off.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Look, Mr. Killian, I get it. I really do. Nobody likes losing a match but all of y’all did so good in last week’s Scramble. Why can’t you see that? You’re out here acting as if I ain’t ever gonna give you another opportunity and frankly, that’s insulting. Not as insulting as you constantly bringing in my personal faith into it when I ain’t been nothing but kind to all of y’all since I was promoted to this position, but we ain’t gonna stew on that, right now.

Jessica takes a deep breath, reaching up to pull her glasses off which goes to betray how young she is compared to most others in a position like hers.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: You’re a fine professional wrestler, Mr. Killian but you’ve got an attitude problem, something fierce. It’s starting to remind me of an incident back when I was just working the rounds, handing out documents, advertising matches and even making sure the coffee stayed hot and fresh. That being said, your intent is clearly more malicious than “salacious” and that’s just as much of a problem. So, as much as it pains me to do this, you leave me no choice, Mr. Killian. First off, no I am not going to reverse the decision of the match. Per the rules that were made clear to all of you prior, Elijah Copeland is the number one contender and he will challenge Ms. Saoirse Maguire for the N-F-Dubya, Silver Mountain Championship. Seeing as how you’re so bent on sabotaging this show, surrounding the match, I hope you don’t mind me taking a note from my more experienced peer on Trauma, Ms. LeeAnn Viskan, only I ain’t just giving you a week. Mm-mm, no sir.

Pausing again, Jessica leans forward, making sure the camera picks her next words up loud and clear.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Killian Oliver, you are suspended from New Frontier programming until after the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Finals, where the match between Elijah Copeland and Saoirse Maguire will take place. Have a blessed evening. Take a couple of weeks to cool off. Security? If you would be so kind as to get him out of the arena, immediately.

The jumbotron abruptly switches back to its normal feed and Killian Oliver flies into a furious rage, starting to knock things around, swatting them off of the commentary table. Before too much damage can be done, the security staff surrounding ringside climb over the rails and swarm the hot headed wrestler as more come down from the back, lead by Head of Security, Alexa Marcus. Killian starts shoving and throwing wild shots at the oncoming security staff before the numbers get the better of him and they swarm him like ants with Alexa actually locking on a Full Nelson and starting to drag him away, kicking and cursing.