NFW Collision #193!

“KARATE” hits the speakers as soon as the intro ends, and Risa Lemon walks out onto the stage to a roar of approval. The Asian superstar grins, nodding in approval of the crowd's reaction to her first appearance on Collision.

Nick Hanson: Well we're kicking off the first Collision of the year right here with the arrival of one of the superstars who were brought over thanks to the draft!

Jim Reynolds: Not just any superstar! This is Risa Lemon, the Queen of Bows, one of the hottest young superstars on the planet!

Olivia Mayfaire: This crowd is absolutely electric, and the show is just starting!

Risa, dressed in a Queens of Chaos sweatshirt, skinny jeans, and combat boots, her eponymous hair bows topping off the ensemble. She holds up her hand, and the music fades out, and it's clear she's holding a live mic in her other hand.

NickHanson: Former NFW tag team champion has something to say, apparently.

Jim Reynolds: Well hell yes let her speak!

Olivia Mayfaire: I don't think anyone could keep her from talking even if they wanted to.

Lemon makes her way down the ramp in silence, climbing the stairs before ducking in between the middle and bottom ropes to enter the ring.

Crowd: WELCOME RISA! WELCOME RISA!

Risa grins, nodding and holding her hand up to ask for silence. The crowd responds, eager to hear what the young joshi has to say.

Risa Lemon: What's up COLLISION?!

The crowd roars its approval before quickly quieting back down.

Risa Lemon: Man it's been a long time since I wrestled on the red brand. Truth be told I haven't wrestled on a Collision since before Trauma existed, so if that tells you anything.

She shrugs, and the crowd laughs at her smiling and shaking her head.

Risa Lemon: I gotta be honest. I was just as surprised to be drafted to Collision as you all were to hear it, believe me. However… it did open my eyes to one potential opportunity. Now don't get me wrong. I've got a ton of friends on this show. I've got a whole bevy of new opponents I've never wrestled against, which is totally awesome.

Risa walks over to one corner, climbing up to sit on the top turnbuckle.

Risa Lemon: Hope you guys don't mind me taking a seat.

She grins, and the crowd laughs, before she continues.

Risa Lemon: Serious time now. I want you all to understand one thing. I have a specific goal when it comes to working in this company. I want to be a Grand Slam Champion. I've already got a multi-man title marked off, being a former tag champ. So that leaves me with the World Title.

She holds up one finger, and the crowd cheers for the idea.

Risa Lemon: The Perseverance Title.

Two fingers up now, and the crowd is getting a little louder behind this idea.

Risa Lemon: And lastly… the coveted Silver Mountain Championship. I gotta tell you guys… that belt? I want that one the most. Not just because it's got one of the most storied histories in the company. No… see I'm talking about the current Silver Mountain Champion.

A hush falls over the crowd as Risa's face gets serious.

Risa Lemon: Last year, that champion decided to prod at me despite my injuries. She made light of my broken neck. She made fun of my broken nose. And anytime I would try to respond, she'd scamper off, knowing I'd be told to take a step back and breathe.

Risa hops off the turnbuckle, striding to the middle of the ring to look directly into the hard cam.

Risa Lemon: But now that I've been drafted to Collision? Nobody can save her now. There's no more running away. The best she can do is try to avoid me but I have to tell you right now. Right. Now.

Lemon takes a breath, the crowd hanging on with bated breath. Commentary is silent as she looks back up.

Risa Lemon: I don't care how “booked” your dance card is. I don't care how many people you needle and prod and annoy trying to get a reaction from them. It doesn't matter how many times you try to blow me off. I'm coming for you.

She lowers the mic, and the crowd begins to rumble, murmuring aloud at the potential of what Risa is saying.

Risa Lemon: Cassandra Baumer? You wanna prove you're a fighting champion? You want to prove you're as good as you say you are? Stop ducking me. Meet me right here in this ring, and prove it. As soon as you've had your fight with Sanada? You and me. One on one. Settle this shit between us once and for all. Unless you're gonna cry and whine and try to weasel your way out of another fight. Come get some, Cass. Unless you really are afraid. Hair bows and elbows, Baumer. I'll be waiting for your answer.

Risa drops the mic staring into the hard cam before turning to leave, “KARATE” kicking back up as she exits.

NickHanson: Risa Lemon with an emphatic statement, and a challenge for the Silver Mountain Champion!

Jim Reynolds: Cass Baumer has been put on the spot. I cannot wait to see how she responds. I hope she accepts!

Olivia Mayfaire: And if she doesn't I certainly hope the boss was listening, and decides to make the champ take the challenge anyway!
We return from commercial to the ring which is decked out with one black recliner chair and a small wooden stool with a microphone resting on top of it as well as a large television with the “KO SHOW” logo on the screen. Standing in the center of the ring wearing a pair of black and white sneakers, a pair of dark blue denim pants, a black “KO” shirt and a black blazer with a microphone in hand is Killian Oliver.

Killian Oliver: Welcome morons and neckbeards… to the Killian Oliver Show! With me… Killian Oliver… obviously.

The fans boo which causes Oliver to chuckle.

Killian Oliver: Now, I figured that with us reaching the year 2024… that I should bring this show back. Unfortunately, the overpaid suits in the back told me that the only way I could bring this back is if I actually had guests on it. Apparently me standing here in the ring on my own insulting those who I feel deserve it isn’t enough to keep this show going, despite the fact that that’s what we all do as a part of this job anyway.

The Washington native shrugs.

Killian Oliver: With that said however… let’s bring out the very first guest to ever appear on an episode of this show. The man whose days as World Champion… Alastair Frost.

Oliver gives the champion a half-assed introduction as the guitar riffs of "Bodies" by Drowning Pool blasts through the arena when a shout from a unit saying "Semper Fidelis!" echoes through the PA system before Alastair Frost comes out slowly and methodically as he puts on a pair of dark-tinted sunglasses with his World Championship over his shoulder. He snickers at the boos, jeers and gestures that were given to him by the fans as he begins to make his way down the ramp.

Nick Hanson: Well here comes the champ, folks. And this is going to be very interesting considering the match Killian Oliver is involved in later tonight.

Jim Reynolds: Indeed. Alastair could very well be stepping into the ring with his next challenger.

Olivia Mayfaire: Maybe. But he’s gotta get through Jessi Ozborne, Austin Ramsey and former champion, Dona Rotten first.

Once Frost reaches the bottom of the ramp, he focuses for a moment on Oliver in the ring who is now sitting in the recliner and looking at his wrist as if he’s checking the time, clearly mocking the champion on how long it’s taking him to enter the ring. The World Champion then places his title onto the apron and slides under the bottom rope before picking his title back up as Oliver motions to the small wooden stool. Looking down at the stool, Frost proceeds to grab the microphone and then sits down on the stool as “Bodies” fades out.

Killian Oliver: I feel like I’ve just aged twenty years waiting for you to make it to the ring… but I digress… how was your Christmas and New Years, champ?

Frost raises his microphone up to his lips.

Alastair Frost: Like I give a fuck about giving you my life story as I give it to few people. You are not on that list.

Killian Oliver: Yeah, I don’t care.

The Ring Worn Soldier chuckles slightly as he shakes his head.

Alastair Frost: It shows that I may not like people but we are not so different where we don’t give a shit about what other people think about us. With my time being taken up in wrestling and non wrestling matters, make use of it and get to why I am here.

Killian Oliver: So WrestleWar XX… you successfully defended that World Championship against that wannabe hardcore jackass. How did it feel to headline night one of NFW’s biggest show of the year and manage to walk out of it in victory?

The World Champion again raises the microphone up to answer.

Alastair Frost: Towers was just a little pissant that wanted to try to get under my skin leading up to the match and he never really thought that I had heard it all. At WrestleWar, I just manipulated it to my advantage and turned the anger and frustration against Johnny and forced him to be removed from the battlefield like the enemy he is.

Killian Oliver: You know what? That’s all in the past now, much like yourself. So let’s talk about the future, shall we? How do you feel knowing that later tonight… after I defeat Queen Neapolitan, the Jared Leto look-alike and Samara from Wish.com… that your days as World Champion are numbered?

Alastair rolled his eyes at Killian’s broad proclamation on what he wanted to do and what his plans are for the future. He adjusts the World Title on his shoulder as he raises the microphone.

Alastair Frost: You are confident in yourself aren’t you? You may want to get your hands on the title or me so in order for you to get your chance, but you need to go through some hoops in order to get your chance against it. You have three others who want the same goals as you in the match. Only the best of the best should be coming against me for the biggest prize on Collision.

Oliver chuckles and shakes his head.

Killian Oliver: I literally just said that earlier. Or were you not listening? See, here’s the deal… Queen Neopolitan is only in this match because these idiots bring so much money into the company from Queens of Chaos merchandise. She’s just awarded World title shot after World title shot after World title shot wherever she goes because of that. Mr. Jared Leto look-alike has had a few opportunities lately and has choked in every single one and the only reason why Samara from Wish.com is in this match is because she’s the former champion. If you think for one second, that either of those three want this more than I do? Then you’re dumber than you look.

The Washington native eyes the World title over Frost’s shoulder.

Killian Oliver: In my first ever professional wrestling match for FCW, I became champion. And while it’s taken me a little longer here to obtain a championship… mark my words, Soldier Boy…

Oliver stands to his feet while still maintaining eye contact with the champion.

Killian Oliver: ...I am going to walk out of tonight’s Main Event with the win. And then? I’m going to beat your ass and take that World Championship from you. Whether you like it or not.

Frost slowly gets to his feet and comes face to face with the man who could potentially be his next challenger, he then simply chuckles before dropping his microphone and turning around to leave the ring. Suddenly however, the World Champion takes his title in both hands and turns back around in an attempt to blast his title over Oliver’s head, however the Washington native ducks the attempt and then hoists him up onto his shoulders in an attempt to hit him with “Go The Fuck To Sleep”! The champion quickly slips back down off of the man’s shoulders though and grabs his title before sliding out of the ring to safety.

Nick Hanson: Alastair Frost just tried to nail Killian Oliver with his title but Oliver was one step ahead of him and nearly laid out our World Champion!

Jim Reynolds: Frost was ready for it though and managed to free himself before he could do so. Tensions are definitely high between these two, but Killian needs to get through tonight’s Main Event if he wants another shot at putting Frost to sleep.

Olivia Mayfaire: Either way, tonight’s Main Event has just got that much more interesting.

“Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit blasts out of the PA system as Oliver teases how close he was to laying out the champ as the two trade inaudible words with one another back and forth as we cut elsewhere.
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. She nods to the crowd as they cheer her on. Psycho makes her way to the ring and steps through the ropes, microphone in hand.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: How ye bae doin’ then?

The crowd cheers and Psycho nods in agreement

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: S’haer we bae, a new yaer an’ whot bae th’ ting I’m gonna do now wit me nay holdin’ a championship ennymore?

She shrugs as the crowd boos that situation.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, Cass Baumer bae th’ Silver Mountain Champion an’ Sanada bae th’ one tae get th’ nex’ opportunity.

She shrugs and the crowd cheers Sanada’s name. Psycho nods understandingly.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, kick tha gammy feckin’ bastard’s arse!

The fans cheer that idea wildly.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: S’we know tha bae happenin’ an’ we know th’ other championships bae spoken for as well, s’I got tae tinkin..

She nods tapping herself in the head.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: S’I got tae tinkin’...

She frowns, glancing around as the crowd waits on tenterhooks for what might be coming next.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Sorsh…

She pauses, grinning to herself.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Whot could ye bae doin’ tha wouldnay bae jess borin’ tae everyone watchin’.

She smirks again.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: An’ I bae findin’ an answer…

The lights dimmed, the Shieldmaidens’ motto, “Hell is empty and the Maidens are here!” comes up on the Tron.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, say top o’ th’ feckin’ morn’ tae me nae tag taem partner…

The crowd starts murmuring as suddenly, Living Colour’s “Cult of Personality” hits. As it plays, spotlights appear and focus on the entrance ramp. A short blonde girl with teased-out ponytails and Harley-Quinn inspired ring gear walks out, arms crossed over her chest with the double middle fingers up with a smirk on her face.

Nick Hanson: Wait, is that…?

Jim Reynolds: Eavan Maloney is BACK in New Frontier Wrestling!

Olivia Mayfaire: Oh this is gonna ruffle a few feathers for sure!

Eavan looks around at the crowd, trying to hold the scowl on her face though if one looked carefully, one could see she is overwhelmed by the reaction she’s getting from the NFW fans. As Eavan walks down the ramp, she is trying to keep her composure before slapping herself repeatedly in the face. Eavan steps in the ring and hugs her Shieldmaiden sisters and asks for a microphone. Eavan gets up on the second turnbuckle in each corner, crossing her arms across her chest each time before blowing kisses at the fans. As Eavan paces around the ring, a back and forth chant of “Welcome back” and “F— You Eavan” roars through the arena, which makes Eavan chuckle and play along, even trying both sides to be louder as she smiles.

“Sykobitty” Eavan Maloney: Chicago, Illinois, you never fail to put a smile on my face. I can tell some of you remember the first time I was here. And I can tell some of you remember me from the LAST time I was here.

The crowd is just as split as before, which makes Eavan chuckle, still egging on both sides of the crowd in their chanting.

“Sykobitty” Eavan Maloney: Listen, I’m not going to change your opinions of me. Cheer me, boo me, I miss you all the same. Before we start with Storytime with Eavan, I need to get something out of the way first, something I should have said and meant a long time ago. Along the way, I learned that the apology has to be as loud as the disrespect. Now, I’m not sure if you know me, but I tend to ruffle a lot of feathers. I’ve got enough pink slips over the years to know I’m REALLY good at pissing the right, AND the wrong people off. Behind the scenes, in this ring, on social media, I know how to get attention but sometimes… hell, let’s be real, Chicago, a LOT of times… I’ve gone overboard. So, first order of business, to everybody in the back, across both shows, and even you the fans, if I have EVER disrespected you beyond what I do within these ropes, I apologize. I know I’ve changed for the better, and I would have never manifested returning to this ring and this company if I didn’t think I deserved to be here. So whatever it is I’ve done, and I’ve done a lot to atone for, I’m sorry.

Eavan paces the ring like a caged animal, looking down at her feet as she nods her head.

“Sykobitty” Eavan Maloney: So what brought me back to New Frontier? Was it to show off the new me? A little. Was it to reclaim a title I never fairly lost? Well, funny I mention that. Conveniently, Cass Baumer is holding the Silver Mountain title and hell if I’d be remiss in saying I owe her a match and a beating. Hell, I could even say I want to finish what I started and go for the big belt here on Collision and call out Alastair Frost. He looks like someone I’d have a lot of fun kicking the crap out of. Truth of the matter is, I missed all of this. I missed the competition. I missed the intensity and the electricity of this place. And to be honest, I needed to come back because once upon a time, this place was my home. And I knew coming back, there would be a whole lot of eye-rolling and a whole lot of show-me attitude that I am finally now able to accept and prove myself. I can’t promise you I won’t let you down, but I CAN promise you that I won’t STAY down.

The crowd has slowly warmed to Eavan as she turns her attention to the women in the ring.

“Sykobitty” Eavan Maloney: Which brings me to this. This all started with a bucket list. A bucket list of matches, opponents, and achievements I wanted to accomplish before I rode off into the sunset. I’ve always wanted to be a tag team champion. JUST couldn’t get out of my own way to trust a partner, you know? Then not long ago, Psycho calls me up and says hey let’s do the thing we’ve always joked about. So a few trips to Nawlins later, building up that ring chemistry, and the Killer Smurfs were finally born. We may be small but we’re both a little psycho. Psycho Saoirse Maguire. Sykobitty Eavan Maloney. NFW, the tag titles are coming home with us.

Psycho smirks all over again.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, how ye like tha?
The scene cuts to the backstage area where we see Devyn Mitchell in all her majestic glory, a huge smile plastered on her face.

Devyn Mitchell : Please welcome my guest, the returning Diamond Caldwell.

Alexandra “Diamond” Caldwell walks into frame. The fans in the arena instantly boo her. Absence has not made the heart grow fonder. She doesn’t allow the feedback to deter her.

Devyn Mitchell: Welcome back.

Diamond Caldwell: Thanks.

Devyn Mitchell : The fans of NFW haven’t seen you since losing the Last Woman Standing Match with Stacy Jones. Why’d you leave and what brings you back to New Frontier?

Diamond clears her throat. Taking a deep breath.

Diamond Caldwell: Losing to Stacy was...

She sighs.

Diamond Caldwell: ... humiliating.

She holds up her hand almost in anticipation of how people would feel about her uttering that word.

Diamond Caldwell: No shame losing to a woman who wound up being one of the best World Champions on either brand. I don’t consider losing to the superstar Stacy is as a black mark. I am humiliated by the manner I lost. You think of Last Woman Standing matches as these long drawn out fights to death. Our fight wasn’t bloodsport. Some would argue Stacy found a creative way to keep me down for the count of ten. How I feel about the situation... I wasn’t tough enough. How could I show my face after that? And to watch Stacy go on to become the World Champion...

Diamond grits her teeth.

Diamond Caldwell: ... no knock against Stacy. I need to make this perfectly clear. I can hear the chatter now. Diamond, you hate Stacy... I don’t. Never have. Put yourself in my shoes. Lana was the first to pin and make me submit. Became United States Champion. Stacy humiliated me, became World Champion, two of the best champions of Trauma last year stepped all over me to climb up the proverbial ladder. That ate me up inside. I didn’t want to come back. Why should I?

Devyn nods after processing everything Diamond shared with her and the audience.

Devyn Mitchell : That brings me to the second part of my question. Why did you come back?

Diamond Caldwell: Running away never solved anything.

Diamond chuckles.

Diamond Caldwell: I tried running away from my family. Didn’t work. I tried running away from the darkest part of my NFW career. I didn’t want my NFW journey to end with someone else standing triumphant. I came back to close the chapter of my NFW journey on my terms. All journeys have a beginning. Azurine. Nothing personal. I’m putting boots to asses. See you out there, toots!

Diamond doesn’t give Devyn a chance to ask a follow up as she storms off.
Tanja had stepped into the arena with the Event Horizon title resting on her shoulder after she had done the required work as a champion while promoting herself for Collision after being the last draft pick for Red Brand in the recent draft. Her eerie eyes and the cold nature of her confidant Celeste St. Laurant standing behind her caused many others to remain at a distance from her.

Tanja Devereaux: We have called it as it as we saw it, we claimed the Event Horizon title when people least expected us to and we became the first person from the Trauma brand at the time to claim the title and the first woman to win the title. We are disappointed that we could not remain on Trauma to represent the brand but that is now in the past.

The Cajun nodded as she motioned to the title and placed a hand on it as she gave an eye of respect to the title. Celeste placed a hand on Tanja’s shoulder as a reminder to remain focused on the plan at hand when it comes to being a champion and representing the title.

Tanja Devereaux: Thank you for reminding us to remain focused Celeste. We have worked hard to get where we are and we should be reminded that we would have a target on our back because we are a champion..

Celeste nodded in agreement as she removed the hand from Tanja’s free shoulder before standing back from the Cajun. The bells in Tanja’s hair jingled slightly before her eyes flickered from the 2 different colors as she leaned forward.

Tanja Devereaux: We have experience in the world of hardcore and extreme style matches and we will be quite interested to see who will come up to face us for this title. There are many of the unworthy living that are not fond of these matches and we would cleanse them of their impurities and send them to the city of the dead. Until we find that worthy opponent, we will do what we do best as the Death Bringer and represent the Crossroads of Life and Death in the Event Horizon division.

Tanja and Celeste turned to walk away as the Cajun had an appointment to go to while she watched her future competition for the title.
As the view shifts to the General Manager’s office, the first shot isn’t one of Jessica Clarkson-Morian, but of Zoey Madigan-Star, currently leaned over Jessica’s desk a little with a pen in hand, scribbling something swiftly and smoothly. The cameraman might be guilty of lingering a bit, and who could blame them, but that window is short-lived. Zoey straightens up presently and tears a check from the book, pushing it across the desk to Jessica before putting the book and pen away.

Jessica takes a moment to look the statement over, then nods, putting it in a drawer and folding her hands, looking up at Zoey.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Appreciate your not makin’ a big deal outta this, Zoey.

Taking a seat elegantly, crossing one long, silk-sheathed leg over the other, Zoey rests her hands on the arms of the chair.

Zoey Madigan-Star: It’s business. When things go south, people have to be held accountable.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: My only concern, dear, is that this doesn’t happen again. Next time might be worse, an’ I don’t wanna go havin’ t’turn one of our brighter stars out in the cold, understand?

The magician offers a polite nod.

Zoey Madigan-Star: That’s why I have a request, if I may?

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Oh? Do tell.

Zoey Madigan-Star: I’d like to have them signed on as a manager.

Jessica seems surprised by this, but gestures for Zoey continue, clearly intrigued.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Call it knowing them better than anyone else. At the very least, if they’re a manager, they have a reason to be around and I can better keep an eye on them.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Of course, but if they jump someone again, for right or wrong, there’s nothin’ can be done if they get what’s comin’ to ‘em, bless their heart.

That comment makes Zoey smile a little. It’s endearing, but also a little concerning, something Jessica picks up on.

Zoey Madigan-Star: They can take care of themselves.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: If you say so. I don’t suppose you’d like to spill the tea on who they are, would you?

Upon hearing the question, Zoey turns slightly and gives the camera a direct look out of the corner of her eye. A moment later, her attention is back on Jessica.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Not on camera, ma’am.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I got ya. No problem there.

Going into another drawer of her desk, Jessica takes out a pre-printed contract in a folder and hands it over to Zoey, who accepts it with a smile and puts it into her bag. Rising to her feet, a gesture which Jessica matches, Zoey offers her hand and the two women shake on it.

Zoey Madigan-Star: You’ll have that back in a few days with all necessary information. If there’s any questions-

A flick of her wrist manifests a business card in her hand, which she hands to Jessica.

Zoey Madigan-Star: -please contact Miss Jordan. She’ll be able to relate any details you need better than I can.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Why do I get the feelin’ that this here’s a more complicated situation than you’re lettin’ on?

Zoey Madigan-Star: You have no idea. It’s like tap dancing on eggshells.

Rather than questioning the matter, Jessica accepts the card.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Then we’re finished here?

Zoey Madigan-Star: Yes, ma’am. Thank you again for your time.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Anytime, Zoey.

Jessica pockets the card and takes out her cell phone to make a call. She gets the number dialed, but then looks up for a moment, having not heard her door close. And that’s because it’s still closed, and there’s wisps of purple smoke dissipating where Zoey had been standing. Jessica pauses, then shakes her head with a laugh.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I’m-a put it in her contract that she’s gotta show me how she does that…

The cameras cut away.
We open up backstage in the Kingdom locker room where we see Lilith Meadows and Christina Olson sitting around, chatting about something. Lilith nods and giggles as she reaches down into her bag and she pulls out a massive, two pound Reese’s Cup and opens it up, holding it out to Christina.

Lilith Meadows: Want a bite, Chrissy?

Christina laughs and shakes her head, holding a hand up.

Christina Olson: Nah, I’m good, Lily, that thing has you written all over it.

Lilith shrugs her shoulders and smiles as she takes a massive bite out of the giant piece of chocolate.

Christina Olson: I still don’t understand how in the hell you can eat so much and still look like you do.

Lilith, who is mid chewing of another massive bite looks at Christina and shrugs her shoulders before beginning to speak with her mouth full of food.

Lilith Meadows: Lucky I guess.

Christina can’t help but just laugh again as she watches her best friend just eat this candy like it’s her last meal.

Christina Olson: By the way, Lily, I’m so proud of you for winning the Perseverance Championship at WrestleWar.

Lilith smiles widely, chocolate now covering her face and teeth.

Lilith Meadows: Thanks, Chrissy. I never thought I’d actually see the day where I have a championship that me and you didn’t win together. I miss us as a team, but I know I gotta make this title proud and defend it with the same honor we always defended our Tag Titles. It don’t matter who they put me up against, I’m gonna always give it my all and I’m hopefully gonna make you and everyone else proud of me.

Christina Olson: I think I can speak for everyone else on this one, Lily, we’re all so proud of you. We all always have been no matter what and we all always will be. You aren’t that same little timid girl I met all those years ago in training and I couldn’t be more proud of the person and the competitor you’ve become. I’ll be right there beside you for every step of this journey with your title. I’m not quite able to compete just yet here in NFW, but that doesn’t mean I can’t manage my best friend and make sure the odds are always as even as they can be for this title.

Lilith smiles widely, pulling Christina into a big hug and kisses her on the cheek, leaving a chocolate lip mark on it.

Lilith Meadows: I’d love that so much, Chrissy. Thank you.

Lilith smiles once more before she grabs the giant Reese’s Cup and begins to just eat it once again.

“Warrior” by Stitched Up Heart plays and the crowd gives a big cheer as Jordan Majors comes walking out from the back. She stops at the top of the ramp and smiles and nods at the reaction she gets before she starts making her way down the ramp. Jordan heads around the outside to retrieve a microphone before climbing up the ring steps and into the ring. She stops again and soaks up the crowd before pulling the mic up to her mouth.

Jordan Majors: Always happy to know you haven’t forgotten me. I mean, to be honest, I wanted to forget me a little bit over the last month or so. My ribs were fu… they were in bad shape. Hell, Cass Baumer knew it. She knew exactly what she needed to do to beat me at WrestleWar. She finished what ISIS started over at Zion. And almost finished me. It’s true. Really…

Jordan puts the mic down for a moment and she nods in emphasis. She pulls it back up.

Jordan Majors: So it goes without saying that I started to wonder what was next for me in NFW. I know, I know. I had a similar speech over at the other place so y’all know this isn’t retirement. But I look around and I think… Emperor Aces? Nah, that ain’t it. Another solo run? That’s the only other option, right? Right?

So here’s the thing… I don’t want to half ass this. I don’t want to be just another wrestler in this company. It took me a long time to get an opportunity like I wanted to at WrestleWar. I’m not going to allow the fact that I was hurt be a reason that slides now. I’m better now. And hell or high water? I’m shooting to finally make my own mark in this company. I don’t care who thinks they will stand in my way–

? ? ?: Blah, blah, blah, blah, fuckin’ blah!

A voice cuts off Jordan, as she begins to look around to see where it came from. Eventually, we see who it is, with one of NFW’s newest signings, Cassie Quinn, coming out onto the stage. Her microphone, unlike most of those held by NFW’s talents, have the NFW logo block screwed off of it.

Cassie Quinn: I knew NFW was full of a bunch of pandering nobodies, but I didn’t think it was this bad. Trust and believe me when I tell you that nobody in their right mind tunes in to watch this bullshit. So I’ma do you a favor, Jordie. I’ll give all the folks at home a reason not to change the fuckin’ channel. Because I got something to say.

Cassie begins to make her way down the entrance ramp, her eyes fixed on Jordan all the way.

Cassie Quinn: You can come out here. Pander all you want. Talk about how you love this company, or how this company loves you. How you love this city, or how this city loves you, or whatever bullshit you usually do. But I'm gonna tell ya right now, I've only been in Chicago for a day, and this place feels like a goddamn prison.

The Chicago crowd pelts boos down on Cassie, ensuring that their relationship going forward would be anything but copacetic.

Cassie Quinn: And since I'm about to spend the majority of my professional career stuck in a place that I feel is a prison, I might as well start enacting prison rules. And prison rules say that on your first day, you walk up to the biggest dog in the yard and lay one on em to show that you mean business.

Cassie starts sizing Jordan up as she makes it to the bottom of the ramp, hopping on the apron.

Cassie Quinn: But since the biggest dog in the yard is too busy yakking it up with the fat fuck with the shitty haircut...I guess I'll settle for taking down the biggest bitch instead.

Cassie steps through the ropes and into the ring, getting right in Jordan’s face. Jordan laughs and shakes her head as she brings the microphone between them.

Jordan Majors: Biggest bitch, huh? Cute. That’s real cute. I don’t think I’ve ever been called a bitch by anyone in NFW before, so I feel like I at least need to justify your use of it. Give you a good, solid reason. Little girl… I don’t even know who the fuck you are.

The crowd starts to ohhh and ahh, but Jordan holds up a hand.

Jordan Majors: Matter of fact, you must watch a lot of Zion Wrestling because another girl just did this same shit to me a few weeks back. And when I feel like it? I’m going to dog walk her ass right out of the ring, maybe right out of that company. So you want to show up here? Get yourself a little contract and think you can cherry pick out a “veteran” of sorts that you think you can make a mark with?

Jordan lets the silence hang between them.

Jordan Majors: I think you just gave me my next thing to do in this company… kicking your sorry ass just for fun.

A wicked smile creeps across Cassie’s face. Despite us knowing very little of her, it still feels almost unnatural for her. She raises the microphone up to her lips again to speak, only to quickly switch up and nail Jordan with a Forearm across the head! Jordan falls to the mat, with Cassie kneeling over her as she speaks into the mic again.

Cassie Quinn: See now…now I bet you won’t forget who the fuck I am.

Cassie drops her microphone, quickly leaving the ring without so much as looking back as we fade elsewhere.
As the crowd sitting in silence after commercial break only before “Eclipse” by Yousei Teikoku started to played as the crowd in the arena standing on their feets. The Gifted From God has arrived! After her huge win in Brazil now she has arrived as Sanada walked towards the ring and rolled herself to inside the ring before taking the microphone from the timekeeper.

Nick Hanson: Oh my god! She has arrived here folks. She has arrived, Jim. Look at the crowd and feel how happy from the crowd when they see her!

Jim Reynolds: The Gifted From God are here in front all of us! I think she need to talk something right now! It will be big from the winner of 2023 Silver Rush Rumble in the biggest show of New Frontier Wrestling WrestleWar XX in Brazil!

Sanada looked around the arena as the crowd can’t stopped to hype when she is here for talking something before Sanada will brought the microphone up to her lips as the crowd’s voice will slowly fading and finally become silence again.

Sanada: So thank you for warm welcome everyone first I want to thank you for all of such amazing support from everyone had for me it was really amazing. So, I’m come out here just want to talk something this is really first time that I’m out here alone not have any Queens of Chaos’ members here by my side. So let talk about Silver Rumble that in the end I am the last one who standing there with the victory in my hand and now I already got my title shot against… the Silver Mountain Champion, Cass Baumer who cheat! my best friend to win that match if I be her I would embarrass as a champion but that title is not belong to her anymore because you know what? I’m here and it’s mean Silver Mountain Champion is belong to me now… I know since I lost the World Tag Team Champion at Okinawa I need to get back right to the track but I bump against the wall again and again but in the end I’m completely different in WrestleWar XX and it enough to make me become the winner. But then you know what happening? Someone using time to go vacation then and not even want to say my name out of her stupid mouth. But I don’t want her to keep mouth shut like that so, Cass. If you hear me now move your poor ass coming out here in the ring right NOW!!!

Sanada lowered her microphone down and keep her eyes on the stage waiting her call to get answered. After a few moments too long, though, “Industry Baby” by Gill The iLL featuring JVZEL blasts through the arena's sound system. A wave of boos from the audience almost makes the music inaudible! A green spotlight beams down at the entryway, and as the camera descends, it gradually reveals Cass Baumer standing in a power stance with her arms spread wide. The NFW Silver Mountain Championship is worn backwards towards the camera. There’s a “Scouge Of The Earth” patch velcroed into her tassled windbreaker jacket. Looking over her shoulder, she makes her way down the aisle and into the ring with a microphone in hand, a fair distance from Sanada across from her now.

Cass Baumer: What, using weapons in a no-DQ ladder match is cheatin’ now, Sanada…? Aiming for Jordan’s injured ribs is despicable? Yeah, nah. That’s just good strategy — the same strategy you’ve employed lots of times before, I’m sure.

Sanada look clearly frustration as it showing out from expression of her face as Sanada get closer to Cass as she stares dagger into Cass.

Sanada: Yeah, I take it as cheated or even cheap tactics but I guess that not important anymore. Because now I’m standing here as your next challenger, Cass. I wonder why you always keep your mouth shut after I was winning the rumble? If I didn’t call you out today you will opening your mouth and talk about our match? I guess no because you are fucking coward!

Baumer smirks, a sinister spark in her eyes reflecting the arena lights. Unclasping the NFW Silver Mountain Championship from her waist, she drapes the title over her shoulder. With blue jeans ripped at the knees and a long sleeved olive green shirt underneath the navy windbreaker, the champion looks much less polished than the challenger.

Cass Baumer: First, I wanna reiterate: All that happened between Jordan and I? … It’s Jordover. She fought like hell. She gave me scrapes and buises that made it hard to get outta bed in the morning, but she still lost. No matter how you slice it, them’s the facts laid out plain for the jury.

She gestures towards the crowd with a sweeping hand. More boos and jeers rain down on her from the passionate audience, even while Cass tries to speak over them.

Cass Baumer: And now that you’ve won the WrestleWar XX Silver Rush Rumble, you think it’s alright to suddenly start to act entitled? You think I oughta spend NFW’s Holiday Break after the biggest two-night event of the year talkin’ about what you’ve accomplished like it’s all that matters? My life doesn’t revolve solely around wrestling, no matter what you or Raseri wanna think.

Looking down at her clean white sneakers, Baumer chuckles to herself. The title’s main plate glints against the spotlight.

Cass Baumer: Well, there’s one thing you’ve done more than Raseri, Sanada. More than Azzy Vebbins. More than Kaneko. More than Caelynna (or her manager T1ck3t). More than Cornbread Mafia’s Cameron, Thompson, or even Shawn for that matter! More than Killian Oliver. More than Bully Maguire. More than Coco St. Cloud. More than Morganna Bilson. More than Elijah. More than Michael Rivers. More than River Chance. More than Ace Sky. More than El Toro Violento or Leticia Calderon.. More than “The Reaper” Darcy Graves. More than Rei Park. More than Havok. More than former top champ Dona Rotton. And everyone else on this Collision roster! … And that’s earn a title match against me at February 28th’s NFW Rise of Legends II — an opportunity none of the names I dropped were good enough to achieve. And that’s commendable! Really! Though… I wonder… With me holdin’ the strings, able to make the match stipulation whatever I damn well please… You really think you’ve got what it takes to climb to the top of the Silver Mountain and push me off…? You weren’t exactly people’s first choice to win the Rumble, eh? You’re not a main eventer like me. You’re just a tag team specialist.

Baumer makes a face when she says the words ‘tag team specialist’ as if it’s a disgusting slur, holding her nose and fanning the fumes.

But then after Sanada hear what Cass said she laughing out loud with the “Tag Team Specialist” she reach her hand out to Cass before tapping on the title. As she giving another serious staring right to Cass while the other hand she brought the microphone up to her lips again.

Sanada: You know what? I heard that over and over again in my entire career and I’m going to hear it again when the day I become the one of veterans in this fucking industries? I’m just funny that you try so hard to finding something to humiliate me but see is that the best you got? this is what you think it can make me feel humiliated? TAG TEAM SPECIALIST You fucking dumb, Cass. You didn’t even know me you didn’t even watch what your opponent got that why I’m starting to worry for you when our match begins because I’m completely different than now. Now I just relaxing and chill but me when I must to fight I’m more serious and are you going to survive from it… You think you will survive again? Whatever stipulation you pick, Cass. In the end I will walkout with your title in my hand and leave you bruised and humiliation behind me and this is match for myself I’m not coming here to do Jordan’s works. I do it for myself. I taking other out of the ring one by one until I’m here in front of you right now I’m not care about anyone but you who standing in front of me with the gold of you. Just like last time when Cornbread Mafia standing in front of me with their golds. You see how it end, Cass. I will end your reigns and starting my era here. I won World Tag Team Champion first, next is the Silver Mountain Champion of you… but I’m not going done until I will win World title in New Frontier Wrestling. I will win everything here. And you are going to stop me for that? Weak can’t standing on top for so long, Cass. I just like a storm and you are just a paper. You can’t stand for me. When I come you are fucking done. You wish to face me now I’m here for you. Then bring stipulation up, Cass. Then see if I make you begging for mercy from me.

Baumer shakes her head, though there’s a twinge of hesitation on her face..

Cass Baumer: ... Yeah, nah. You and everybody watchin’ is gonna have to wait before I reveal the stip. We’re doin’ this on my schedule.

With that, the boos shift to an eruption of cheers when Sanada throws a punch directly to Cass’s jaw. The NFW Silver Mountain Champion fires back with a punch of her own, but Sanada’s quicker. She slips behind Cass, securing her arms around Cass’s waist. She’s setting up for the Sanada Death Driver (Two-Stage Dragon Suplex)! With desperate quick thinking, Baumer leans forward and twists her body to break free from the waistlock. Then, Baumer pushes Sanada, using momentum to send the challenger spilling through the ropes and out of the ring in a heap!

As Baumer rolls out of the ring and retreats up the aisle with smug arrogance, Sanada shouts back at the champion with frustration after steadying herself!
Backstage in the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum, Thicc Attack was standing by with their manager, Olivia Herrera, their tag team championships slung over their shoulders as they looked at the camera. The trio were dressed in jeans, tight fitting shirts, and heels, all with different hairstyles and make-up accent their features. The three women held smirks on their faces as Cat began to speak.

Catalina Tavares: Now you didn’t really think we’d make you all go another week without seeing us, did you? It’s the first show back from the holiday break, after all!

Janie Grayson: You’ve been deprived of us for so long as it is! We couldn’t let this week go by without giving you all the treat of getting to see us.

The champions let out a chuckle as Olivia smirked before she stepped in front of Cat and Janie. She looked between the two women before she began speaking.

Olivia Herrera: You see, my ladies are all about giving. They gave The Regulators their match at WrestleWar, and we give them their due for a Hellacious match.

Olivia glanced between the two women again, smirking as she eyed the championships briefly.

Olivia Herrera: But they did exactly what they said they’d do in retaining the tag team titles. And this week, despite not being booked, they’re giving you all the joy of seeing them here regardless. You should be thanking them, but we’re not stepping foot elsewhere in the arena considering we don’t have to.

Cat moved next to Olivia, putting her hand on the other woman’s shoulder before looking towards the camera.

Catalina Tavares: We’re interested in who’s going to be the next to try and take these titles off of us. The amount of…respectable teams is quite lacking, after all.

Janie Grayson: Whoever it ends up being, everyone has seen what we can do by now. If you feel big enough then by all means, step-up to us. We’ll be waiting.

With that, the three women smirked towards the camera again then turned on their heels. It was clear that they had said what they wanted/needed to say and felt like their time would be better spent elsewhere. The camera remained focused on them as they walked down the hallway until they were out of view then the feed cut out.
The camera opens on dark room backstage, filled with equipment crates. The slight silhouette of a woman slowly emerges.

? ? ? ?: The belt was mine. I had it. I’d bled for It. More importantly, I’d made other people bleed for it. But I let my guard down. I showed kindness to my opponent, a woman who wanted what was mine… and I lost it to her.”

Trixie Decker slowly emerges from the dark, glaring into the camera with a look that can only be described as “obsessed murderer.” Suddenly, the rage vanishes and Trixie looks bouncy and happy.

Trixie Decker: “And congrats to Lilith! She won the belt fair and square. I hope she has a great reign.”

Trixie sits on one of the crates, still looking into the camera.

Trixie Decker: “I’m not gonna give excuses. She won the belt fair. Should I have shown her kindness outside the ring?”

Trixie shrugs.

Trixie Decker: “I did what I thought was right and I’d be lying if I said I thought that had a huge effect on the match’s outcome. I dunno, I don’t like making up excuses about losses. I think it’s weak and tired. We all lose eventually. Belts are transient. What matters is what I did with the time I had the belt.”

At this, Trixie sits up and smiles.

Trixie Decker: “Two hundred thirty-nine days. Longest run with the Perseverance Belt in NFW. Some of the most bonkers defenses, too. I’m proud of how far I took it and what all I did. And frankly, that means it’s time to set my eyes on other prizes. Other goals.”

Trixie’s giddy expression starts to fade.

Trixie Decker: “And one of those goals is learning from the past. Because I’ve tried to be there for others. I was there when Lilith was in need. I was there when Haley got arrested and had no friends. I’ve helped a lot of people out here in NFW. And for the most part?”

Trixie leans forward.

Trixie Decker: “None of the same people would ever consider being there for me because it means trying. Oh, they think about me when it’s time to have hissy fits – like blaming me for the TRIOCs shit because the real culprit ran off, going off on me at every possible chance and then acting like none of it ever happened. Yeah, I remember that.”

Trixie leans back.

Trixie Decker: “But that’s this business, right? Take what’s offered and fuck everyone else. Even the ‘heroes’ – hell, especially the ‘good guys.’ They’re usually the worst for it. But that’s okay. Because it means I don’t have to feel guilty for when I start taking.”

A large, muscular silhouette appears behind Trixie.

Trixie Decker: “And I know who my friends are and who has my back.”

With that, Trixie blows a kiss and the feed cuts.