NFW Collision #196!

On the tron Diamond Caldwell appears. She can be seen in the parking lot of the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum sitting on a black dual purpose motorcycle. The crowd boos.

Diamond Caldwell: “The six billion dollar question on everyone's mind is why did I attack Trixie Decker? Wouldn’t you like to know, Trix? I wouldn’t really worry about why. I have my reasons. Doubt you care. Since your time in Destiny, this marks the third time someone picked a fight with you for what you perceive to be no reason at all.”

“I could be wrong, maybe the other Diamond, Lily and myself see you are someone worth their time, most people in this industry are lost in the shadows. Ignored. Treated as though they don’t exist. People recognize you. You are the longest reigning Perseverance Champion in history, you are also part of the Wolves of Odinn. Holders of the Tag Team and World Championships. The Queens of Chaos can’t say they run either brand in NFW. You are still a badass, champion or not. These are the cards you're dealt, make lemonade out of those lemons, or whatever. If you don’t like being target number one, look at yourself in the mirror. Ask yourself one question... why does this keep happening to me?”

Diamond pauses to allow that magnitude of the question to settle in.

Diamond Caldwell: “You’re supposed to be Raseri’s Left Hand, whatever that means. I’m not up to date on my Wolves of Odinn lore. For someone who is supposed to be in this important position, getting blindsided as many times as you have, isn’t a good look. Raseri might need a new Left Hand. I’ll volunteer as tribute.”

Diamond raises her left hand as the crowd continues to ride her.

Diamond Caldwell: “I gotta go. Huge match to prepare for. My third match back and I am already facing the World Champion? I’m doing something right. I won’t get too ahead of myself. Beating Alastair is a big deal. Could put me on the short list of future championship contenders. I will not put the cart before the horse. My focus is one person and one person only. You Trixie. You’re not the type to let what happened last week go. Your move Decker. I’ll be waiting.”

Diamond waves for the camera as the feed ends.
The camera comes up in the middle of the ring where Chris Matthews standing in the middle of the ring before his match, where he is set to debut in NFW as an official superstar. He's wearing black wrestling tights with a white and red starting line on his right leg, a black knee pad on his left knee, red knee pad on his right side with his name and logo written in black. He has three red lines on the left side of his tights. He's wearing black wrestling boots with his logo and name on the sides. He has a red jacket with black fur hitting his neck. He looks at the fans while bringing a mic up to his mouth.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: For so long, people have asked me, "When will Chris Matthews head to the NFW?" I continued to think about that question and wasn't really sure if I wanted to come here. After a while, I knew I had to answer that question and I said, "Now." Now, I'm standing here looking at you fans who paid your hard-earned cash to be here tonight.

He pointed into the back and continued to speak.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: Then you have superstars in that back not caring about you people and only here to line their pockets.

He then points to himself.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: But not me. I'm not like that. I'm here to put on a show for everyone who came to this show to see matches. I stand here tonight, and you fans out there are wondering, "Who am I facing tonight in my debut?" "Who will be the first of many to step up and face me?" That'll be answered very shortly.

He was about to speak until the fans started to cheer. You can hear fans saying his name. Chris knows that it's been a while since people not boo him.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: I don't care who comes out to face me, honestly. Soon, they're going to see why my Resume was the truth. I want everyone in the back to look at this match and understand why I'm the greatest superstar in this ring and on this mic. Everyone in this company and on social media will talk about this night. They'll talk about that Chris Matthews is the man that this company needed for the longest time. So, NFW management, send who you want out to face me and let them have their moment of fame.

He tosses the mic to the outside as he takes off his jacket and throws it to the outside as he leans against the rope to see who faces him.
We cut back to ringside, as “Kool-Aid” by Bring Me The Horizon begins to play. Jessi Ozborne comes out through the entry tunnel, her attitude seeming a lot more mellow than usual. No posturing, no playing to the fans. Instead she just casually strolls to the ring, a bag sitting over her shoulder. She enters the ring, grabbing a microphone and a chair before sitting in the chair as the music fades.

Jessi Ozborne: I’m not gonna bombard you with catchphrases tonight, so if that’s what you want me out here for, I apologize in advance.

The crowd shares a sound of mild concern as Jessi continues.

Jessi Ozborne: I am gonna be completely honest with you all, the past couple weeks have not been the greatest in the world of Jessi Ozborne…and I’m not saying that as some ploy to get you to feel bad for me, or as an excuse for how things are. I’ve made a lot of mistakes recently, and it’s led to me letting down a lot of people, chief among those being myself.

A pause, before Jessi continues.

Jessi Ozborne: And that’s the part that gets to me the most. I let myself down. I think that’s the most important part. Call me selfish if you want to, but it truly isn’t. One thing I’ve learned in both life and wrestling is that the most selfish thing you could possibly do is not bring the best version of yourself to the people you love the most. When I let myself down, it hurts worse than anything you could ever imagine, because that means I’ve let everyone else down.

Another pause.

Jessi Ozborne: So I spent the week at home whenever possible, thinking. Looking back on things. Trying to figure out the way to get the absolute best out of myself because I knew it wasn’t there right now…and I realized, the best way to do that…is to present myself with a challenge. To give myself new ways to define my legacy.

Jessi now reaches into the bag she carried to the ring with her, uncovering the now defunct HYBRID promotion’s Global Heavyweight Championship.

Jessi Ozborne: So I made a phone call over to Mr. Aloysius Marcus Vance IV, and now not only do I have this, but it’s open season. Last month, I defeated Duke Andrews at HYBRID’s last ever show, and became the final HYBRID Global Heavyweight Champion. At this moment, that’s the way it’s staying. But now, I have permission to put that claim on the line.

The crowd cheers to show they’re interest.

Jessi Ozborne: As of tonight, I am now on a Global Heavyweight Championship World Tour. I’m putting this title on the line whenever, wherever, and against whoever. You take this from me? You get this belt, and my legacy.

The crowd gives an even louder cheer now, seemingly liking this idea.

Jessi Ozborne: Now—

A man in a three piece suit walks out from the back without Kaya in tow as he walks down to the ring. He picks up a microphone, and then steps back.

Ruslan Lucic: Forgive my interruption Ms. Ozborne, but I felt it imperative that you and I speak face to face. Well…as close as I am comfortable getting for now.

The fans began to boo, as he turned and smirked at them.

Ruslan Lucic: You see over the last few weeks, you have called me a puppet master to Kaya. You’ve said that my words are her words, but that is not the case. See yes, I've shown her a new way to do things but in the process, she has come to the light on her own. After you and her sister abandoned her, she came home and she remembered who she was, and remembered her purpose that I gave her. Now allow me to—

“Flowers” by Kayla King and Halocene begins playing as the lights go out. The light shines on the top of the ramp, but no one emerges. The lights come on and Kaya is standing in the ring. Holding a guitar in her right hand. Ruslan gets up, handing her the microphone.

“The Poisoned Rose” Kaya Parker: I know you've been wondering why I did what I did. But if I hadn't, Lily would have done the exact same thing to me sooner or later. It was fate, and Lily won't be back. She was the one dragging me down, she was the one who almost cost us the tag titles last year. I thought you would see I was only doing the good for us, but instead she was always your favorite. You proved that when you abandoned me for her—

Jessi interrupts.

Jessi Ozborne: Oh my God, shut up! SHUT UP! SHUT THE FUCK! UP!

The crowd cheers as Jessi cuts her former friend off.

Jessi Ozborne: Kaya, you have been making excuse after excuse after excuse for what the things you’ve done for the past two months, and I’m fucking sick of it! Your explanation for why you did what you did changes every week, but the one that stays the same is that it’s everyone’s fault but yours!

Jessi now reaches further into the bag she brought with her.

Jessi Ozborne: Kaya, I’m done with it, I’m actually sick of it. That’s why I brought along a solution.

Out of the bag, she pulls a collar, with a chain wrapped around it.

Jessi Ozborne: No more getting away, no more talking, no more excuses. Two weeks, at Rise of Legends, you meet me…in a Dog Collar Match!

The crowd cheers at what Jessi’s getting across. Kaya looked at her and smirked. She put her finger up and waves it no. She then placed her guitar down.

“The Poisoned Rose” Kaya Parker: You think you can just bring that out without sweetening the pot for me? There's a reason I don't wrestle hard-core matches, though…if you were to put the thing you treasure most right now on the line, I might accept your offer. Besides I know you wanted to be next to Lily but —

She laughed a little.

“The Poisoned Rose” Kaya Parker: I didn't think it would be this soon.

Kaya continues to laugh, with Jessi seemingly getting more and more frustrated at the mention of Lilith Parker’s current circumstances. Eventually, she snaps.

Jessi Ozborne: FINE!! You know what?! You want me for this title?!

A small pause.

Jessi Ozborne: …You got it…

Kaya laughed as she looked across at Jessi. She then picked up the guitar from the corner, and swung it smashing it over jessi's head. She watched as she fell on her stomach next to her.

“The Poisoned Rose” Kaya Parker: Wasn't so hard now was it. I'll see you at Rise of Legends, bitch.

Kaya gets up and slides out of the ring standing next to Ruslan. She turns and walks away, Ruslan clapping at her move.
Outside of their locker room in the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum, Thicc Attack were standing there along with their manager, Olivia Herrera. Catalina Tavares and Janie Grayson had the NFW Tag Team Championships on their shoulders but neither woman looked amused with things. They shifted the tag team titles, and Janie began shaking her head as Cat looked between the group before speaking.

Catalina Tavares: I bet Legacies think they’re real hot shots, huh?

Janie Grayson: We heard what was said. You see, we pay close attention to all possible competition even if they’re on the other brand.

The two women licked their lips as Liv nodded her head in agreement. Janie and Cat looked at one another before either of them continued.

Janie Grayson: They say there’s no leader and that they’re a group, but I sure only heard one big mouthed bitch running her mouth Saturday night, so I supposed we can let it slide to some degree.

Catalina Tavares: But that doesn’t mean that the real unit of a team will let it slide fully. You want to say that we can’t measure up? That’s really funny, honestly.

Cat let out a little chuckle as Janie took a slight step forward, continuing where her friend and tag partner left off.

Janie Grayson: If anyone can’t measure up, your little group can’t match up to us. You may all be legacies, and your family members may have been great in the ring, but you’re doing nothing but riding their names into greatness. There’s maybe 2 of your entire group that are actually decent and that loudmouth from Saturday certainly isn’t one of them.

Catalina Tavares: However…if management really wants to combine the divisions? Well…we’re all for that, and we’ll be all for destroying you in a match. Just remember whatever beating you get? You brought it on yourself with opening your loud, obnoxious mouth on Trauma.

With that, the women walked into the locker room, slamming the door behind them as they did so.
We cut backstage to the catering area where we see Killian Oliver sitting on a chair with a bowl of popcorn resting on his stomach as he’s looking at his phone. He chuckles as he picks up a couple of pieces of popcorn and throws them into his mouth. After a few moments, Josh Davidson approaches the Washington native with a microphone in hand.

Josh Davidson: Excuse me, Killian…

Oliver rolls his eyes, not happy with the interruption.

Killian Oliver: What?! Can’t you see that I’m busy watching funny Instagram videos?! I mean… look at this one for example…

He shows the phone to the interviewer and Davidson’s eyes immediately go wide.

Josh Davidson: Where did you get that video?! And how is that on Instagram?! I didn’t post it on mine!

Killian Oliver: But it’s on mine. Of course, you would know if you actually followed me. Some interviewer you are… not following the talent on social media. Of course… if you did try and follow me, I’d decline your friend request… but it’s the thought that counts, Josh.

The interviewer regains his composure by shaking his head and putting on a serious face.

Josh Davidson: Shouldn’t you be going over strategy with your tag team partner?

A confused expression crosses Oliver’s face before he turns to Davidson.

Killian Oliver: Because I don’t have a tag team partner?

Josh Davidson: You do tonight. You’re teaming with Johnny Towers to take on The Killer Smurfs.

Killian Oliver: No, Josh. I’m not. Did you not see my post on X earlier this week? I’m taking a page out of whatsherface’s book… the one who was supposed to be in that same bogus Battle Royal I was in but decided to sit it out instead. That wannabe hardcore punkass moron can face the biker stripper and the fat shaming loudmouthed loser on his own.

A laugh can be heard just off camera and they both turn their heads to see Johnny Towers walking towards them.

Johnny Towers: Thats funny shit right there, hey Josh ya can fuck off, ya ain’t needed here.

With a dejected look but also not needing to be told twice, the interviewer clears out.

Johnny Towers: Now then ya cranky yank, lets talk this fucking thing out.

Oliver scoffs and shakes his head as he puts his phone away and slowly stands to his feet.

Killian Oliver: Talk what out? There’s nothing TO talk out. What are you wanting from me? You want me to go out there? With you? Have me appease the suits in the back who are clearly trying to keep me away from the World title picture? So they stick me with you in a tag team?

The Washington native shakes his head.

Killian Oliver: No. See I already know how this will play out if I do go out there with you. We’ll end up winning our match… because of course we will, I’m involved in it… and then the suits in the back will be all, “oh they have great chemistry together, let’s make them a full blown team”. Then we’ll eventually win the tag titles, again because of me, and we’ll go on a little run together until YOU inevitably do something stupid and cost us the belts, eventually leading to me stomping your moronic English ass and sending you packing back to the Hell hole you came from. No thanks.

Towers just looks, with a bit of a glazed over expression in his eyes, before shaking his head a little.

Johnny Towers: Fucking Hell, if that was gonna go on any longer I wish I brought a pint with me. Listen up, I dont want this to be a permanent fucking thing just as much as you do alright? And come on, me do something stupid? Even Im thinking ya need an ego check, but that aside, I thought you would wanna kick the ever loving shit out of those two berkeley hunts just as much as I do for costing us our spots? Either way, I am gonna get my shot at Frost again, it's just a matter of time so how about this okay? We go out there, cave the skulls of a couple of fucking cretins who deserve it and go our separate ways. Because even through all your bravado, you gotta admit we’re more similar than you care to admit, but the difference between me and you is I’m not just all talk. I dont go talk shit on X and avoid talking to someone face to face, but if I do I know that the God damn at system is there so the person I’m talking shit about knows it, unlike half the people on this fucking roster.

Oliver places both of his index fingers on either side of his head and rubs them in a circular motion as if he was getting a headache.

Killian Oliver: Ever thought that maybe the reason why I didn’t tag you is because I just don’t care what you have to say or that I don’t want to talk to you… like… at all?! Here’s what’s going to happen, okay?! Because yeah… I do like beating people up… it’s one of the reasons why I’m here. That and getting paid. So how about you get your ass out of here… then later… walk your ass out to that ring… and maybe… just MAYBE… I MIGHT decide to join you.

The Washington native then hands Towers the bowl of popcorn before slapping the bottom of the bowl causing the popcorn to fly into the English punk’s face. Oliver winks and then shakes his head before walking away off camera as Towers just stands there a moment and smirks.

Johnny Towers: Ya wanna play it like that mother fucker? Fine… let's play it that way.

And with that, the camera fades on Towers’ face before cutting elsewhere.
The camera cut to the backstage where everyone in the can see on the titantron that Sanada is heading to somewhere with a serious expression on her face like usually she always do with her black crop top and her white leather pants as she already have make up on her face as she ready to do something tonight she continuing to walk to somewhere while the cameraman continue to follows the former NFW World Tag Team Champion but then Sofia Hilton rushing from the out of camera and into the camera and hit Sanada from behind with a metal pipe as she hit right to the back of Sanada’s leg causing Sanada falling down to her knee and Hilton giving another hit right to Sanada’s back causing Sanada fall to the ground where Hilton continue hit a metal pipe on Sanada’s leg as she hit Sanada’s leg over and over again some shot right onto Sanada’s body while Sanada cries out in pain as she isn’t expected anything like this she yelled out in pain while Hilton continue hit her as Sanada look like she’s injured and unable to defend herself right now.

Sofia Hilton: You ain’t so fucking bad now, are you, ‘nada?

Sanada didn’t giving any responding back to Sofia but cries out in pain as she holding her leg like it her dear life while Sofia attempts to hit her more but the security guard rushing into her and take her away from Sanada and then medical staff rushing over Sanada and checking on her while Hilton smirked and watching Sanada was checking by the medical team before scene fading away.
The camera opens on Trixie, backstage, in gear, standing at the lip of gorilla position. She is forcing a smile – or wearing one that comes natural and she’s just in a murderous state – as she addresses the camera.

Trixie Decker: “Dona Rotten, this ain’t the first time we’ve met in the ring. I’m sure it won’t be the last. I don’t have anything against you. If anything, you’re kind of a kindred spirit. You just want a good, solid, hyper-violent fight. You want an opponent who will come at you, face to face, and meet you head on, with an honest, straight-forward brutality. Who doesn’t?”

A flash of rage hits Trixie’s face.

Trixie Decker: “Besides one obvious bitch, I mean.”

Trixie calms down momentarily.

Trixie Decker: “Honestly, I’d love to have a real fight with you. Something unhinged that makes NFW’s censors nervous. I think you and I could go absolutely apeshit and make NFW history. But tonight’s a standard fight, ain’t it? ‘Course, doesn’t mean we can’t make it something more… special.”

Trixie gives a wink, then frowns.

Trixie Decker: “Unfortunately, I can’t just focus on Dona, can I? Diamond – what is always a bitch with the name Diamond that starts shit with me here? - could you at least show Dona the basest of respect and let us have our fucking fight? I get it. I do. You want attention. You want my attention. And you’ll get it.”

Trixie leans closer to the camera.

Trixie Decker: “On my time. When I’m ready.”

Trixie leans back, catching her breath.

Trixie Decker: “You’ve already got two strikes against you, Caldwell. You don’t wanna get called out. Because my patience are hanging by a frayed thread. You’ll get your time. Let me have my fight with Dona.”

Trixie moves to the curtains before looking back at the camera.

Trixie Decker: “Dona, like I said. No matter what happens tonight, I want future fights – against each other, side by side, whatever. I wanna see what you can do when you’re free to really have fun. I think you and I both deserve that.”

Her brow furrows.

Trixie Decker: “And don’t worry, Diamond. What you deserve is sure as fuck coming to you.”

Trixie vanishes through the curtains as the camera fades
The camera cut back in medical room as Sanada tries to jump on her leg while the medical team waiting the answer for her as she can put the weight on her injured leg but as she try she immediately drop down onto bed as Sanada shooking her head her face clearly hurt as she extremely piss off right now from that attack by Sofia Hilton. And then medical team just told her she need go off for a weeks or months for recovery from this injured. Sanada’s face can’t believe what she just heard before Risa come into the room and immediately right to Sanada.

Risa Lemon: Are you okay, ‘nada?

Sanada: No, absolutely no… my leg hurt as fuck… you know I can’t even walk by myself right now… I can’t say I’m okay right now after someone who wants to be a top star attacked me a moment ago. Now I can’t even drop my weight onto my leg it’s hurt me too much this is fucking bullshit, Risa. This is fucking bullshit that I can’t even walk by myself and not have days enough to recovery for match against Cassandra… I don’t know why this happens to me… it’s really fucking hurt me. So, Risa… if I can’t to wrestle against Cassandra… I pick you to do it for me… I trust in you.

Risa’s eyes widened in shock as she heard Sanada said she immediately look up at Sanada who still look at the floor again as Sanada know herself well that she can’t do that anymore and she will use time to get out for her injured.

Risa Lemon: …’nada… I’m thankful that you believe in me… and sorry what happened to you. I hope you get well soon, ‘nada… and as for Cassandra… yeah I will take her down from her throne.

Risa listening to Sanada and she just respond by nodded her head and tap on Sanada’s shoulder as Sanada’s face clearly hurt about it. Before the general manager Jessica Clarkson-Morian to come in.

The General Manager enters the examination room with a look of concern on her face.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Sanada! Hey. You feeling alright? Hi Risa.

Risa gives a half nod. Sanada just shakes her head in frustration and Jessica looks to the examiner, Dr. Jordan Westergaard.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: How bad is it?

The Chief of NFW’s medical staff finishes putting some of her tools away after having iced and wrapped Sanada’s leg.

Dr. Jordan Westergaard: There’s no break and no dislocation. It’s possible it’s just a light sprain but with the pain she’s in? I’d say she needs three to four weeks to let it heal before she gets back in a ring.

Jessica doesn’t like this news one bit, clearly from the look of worry on her face. She looks to Sanada then back to the doctor.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: So this is gonna make her miss her match against Cass Baumer…

Dr. Jordan Westergaard: Unfortunately, yeah. I’m sorry, Jessie. I’ve done everything I can do.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I see. Well, thank ya Doctor.

Jessica puts her fingers to her temples and closes her eyes for a moment before turning back to Sanada as the doctor leaves.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Miss Sanada, I am so so sorry for this. I’m gonna make this right for you. In the meantime, I just need to find a replacement to face Cass Baumer. Rise of Legends needs to have every title defended.

Jessica pauses and turns back to Sanada again.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Miss. Sanada? I said I was gonna make this right by you. As a start, I wanna ask you. As the rightful number one contender to the Silver Mountain Championship, I’d like to let you choose who will stand in your place at Rise of Legends II.

Without missing a beat, Sanada gives Risa’s shoulder a clap with her hand.

Sanada: I already pick.

Risa smiles as she opens her arms out a bit, almost “presenting” herself. Jessica stares for a moment, thinking then turns to Sanada.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: You sure?

Sanada just nods and Jessica looks to Risa again.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: You’re alright with this, Miss Risa?

Risa Lemon: Mrs. Morian, I am more than ready for this. It’s more than just a title match for me. I’ve been waiting for months for the opportunity to get my hands on that little bi–

Risa stops herself when she sees the General Manager about to pout, remembering she doesn’t like cursing.

Risa Lemon: Heh, sorry! Anyways, yeah. With your permission and ‘nada’s blessing., I’m ready. Put me in, boss!

Jessica gives one final look between the pair before nodding and giving them both a clap on the shoulders.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Alright then! At Rise of Legends II, it’ll be Risa Lemon challenging Cass Baumer for the Silver Mountain Championship. The winner…

Jessica turns her attention to Sanada again.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Can expect the number one contender to be waiting close by after.

Risa and Sanada both smile and clasp hands.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Also, seeing as how the champion likes to keep things too close to the chest and not get back to me on anything. I’m gonna go right ahead and set that stipulation. Miss Risa? Your match with Cass Baumer…will be a TLC match, and I sure as sugar smacks don’t mean Tender Loving Care. I’ll go get the paperwork drawn up now. Y’all have a nice evening! Miss Sanada, rest up that leg, darlin’. God bless y’all.

With that, the General Manager excuses herself from the examination room, leaving Risa Lemon and Sanada to themselves. Risa gets a little excited now, shaking her hands in front of her as Sanada slaps her on the back.

Sanada: Hey. You deserve too. Get that bitch.

The two continue to talk as the shot cuts away.

As the riff of Madball's "Set It Off" hits, the Killer Smurfs' logo comes on the screen and signals the entry of the Killer Smurfs, Eavan "Sykobitty" Maloney and "Psycho" Saoirse Maguire, accompanied by their managers, Aoife "Banshee" Maguire and Katrina "Hairicin" Knox. The four walk down to the ring in their matching Shieldmaidens' kuttes, their focus on the ring and the task at hand. Psycho and Syko enter the ring while Banshee and Harry remain on the floor at ringside, ready to start the fight as soon as possible even if just with microphones in hand.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Killian Oliver an’ Johnny Towers…

Psycho shakes her head, almost laughing.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, do ye ever manage tae get along long enough tae aeven have a coffee?

She shakes her head.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: KO jes whines an’ makes excuses an’ Johnny…

The grin on her face widens knowing;y.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Well, we know how tha movie goes wit me an’ ye, dinna we?

“Eavan "Sykobitty” Maloney: You know, all over social media lately, people have been talking about families. Royal families specifically, but it got me thinking about the two of you. See, Sorsh and I are family. No, there’ll be no slideshow with big-ass trees showing all the family members. You two… I mean I can give Towers credit, I’ve seen what he brings as far as talent goes. Killian seems like someone who’d be lost without a microphone. I guess the better question for you, Killian, is what else does that mouth do?

Sykobitty paces around the ring with a smirk and a wink.

“Eavan "Sykobitty” Maloney: I can insult you all day, boys, but if I can be serious for a minute? Killian, I get it. I get feeling screwed by NFW every way you turn. Hell, this is my…

Sykobitty starts trying to count on her fingers then shrugs.

“Eavan "Sykobitty” Maloney: It doesn’t matter how many times I’ve been here, I get it. However, you can bark about it, refuse to shave like you’re on some sort of protest I guess, or you can keep fighting. Punch the fuckers in the mouth that are holding you down. It’s kinda why I’m back and picking fights with anyone dumb enough to jump. And tonight, it just so happens the two of you are facing the two of us. Get to hopping, boys, we don’t get paid by the hour.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, though th' only way tha would matter is if we had tae wait fer KO to stop yammerin' like a gammy gobshite about baein' screwed baecause th' comp'ny dinna jess roll over an' hand him everyting fer drawin' breath. So, come on, Prove us wrong then!
Titantron appears with one of the New Frontier Wrestling camera crew, showing the camera at the start and finishing straight of Daytona International Speedway before the camera turns to what seems to be a man, wearing a red and black skull face paint with red and black top and trousers. It was a man known as Konrad Raab sitting, looking at the track before he looked at the camera itself. He speaks.

Konrad Raab: "New Frontier Wrestling. Somewhere, I never expected myself to take part in reforming my entire behaviour, reputation and wrestling momentum, to be honest. I come from a company called Unified Global Wrestling Coalition, and things aren't going smoothly there, to say the least, because of my behaviour, and let's say, I've been unable to deliver my wrestling performances for some time."

Konrad sighed. It was difficult for him to talk, especially since he wouldn't know half of the wrestlers he could compete with. At the same time, this was something he had to do.

Konrad Raab: "Fact is I will still be an asshole when I come here, but at the same time, you have to understand I'm trying to work out who I want to be and sitting at home while I'm not doing NASCAR Xfinity and sometimes Cup Races isn't going to do it. I need to wrestle to prove myself since nobody in UGWC believes me in changing my behaviour and getting my reputation back. I promise I will find a way to redeem myself whenever I start wrestling here because I, quite frankly, need to."

It was very hard for Konrad to talk because it had been long since he had. He drinks water while a car zooms past the start and finish straight.

Konrad Raab: "As you can tell, I'm not a strong talker and lost confidence in talking to everyone since I relied so heavily on writing my blogs with pen and paper. That will be another thing I need to gain confidence in, too. However, Everything I do is going to start from square one from here for me to work on things I need to do in NFW of my behaviour, my wrestling reputation and wrestling momentum to win some matches, win some titles even so I can go back to UGWC as well as still wrestling for NFW for the wrestlers over there to know, I've achieved something in wrestling, improved on my behaviour and gained back my wrestling reputation I lost back so UGWC stars can believe I've done that and I need to believe it in myself."

Konrad was very anxious about talking and, in a way, didn't feel comfortable as the car zoomed again while he took a break.

Konrad Raab: "Regardless, I will still be wrestling aggressively and do everything I can to focus on winning wrestling matches and be a champion while I do everything to change my ways and thinking to become a much better person and, overall, a better wrestler. You better be ready, whoever my first opponent will be, because I'll be there, ready for you, and you'll be in a rude awakening."

Konrad showed his angry look to the camera as the titantron went black before the show went to a commercial break.
Alastair snarled as he had seen what happened on twitter when he had seen how his fellow Wolf of Odinn, Trixie Decker, was being treated. He stood up for his fellow Wolf despite his disdain for Twitter but no one treated anyone in the Wolves like shit without the backup from the other members of the MC. He is seen wearing his Kutte and the World Title around his waist.

Alastair Frost: Diamond Cadwell had the nerve to attempt to get under the skin of Trixie without thinking about the fact that there are those who will support her no matter what. Trixie is a big girl and is able to defend herself in the ring against anyone who crosses her path but on Collision, she will have someone to defend her honor.

Alastair gave respect to the Kutte he was wearing as the Wolves of Odinn were another unit for him. He never thought he would have a unit to call his own as a wrestler but Alastair still had a huge chip on his shoulder as there were some old school folks back on the base that still thought he couldn’t amount to anything.

Alastair Frost: When the time comes, Trixie will go after Diamond to get her revenge. Until that time comes, I will take a step of getting revenge for my fellow Wolf. She will not like what she will see when dealing with a Wolf of Odin that is as aggressive and angry as the Lone Wolf!

He finally stood at attention as some of the higher ranking officers had come to Chicago to check in on him and take in his other career while he was away from the base and not being a commissioned Marine Officer. Alastair waited until they left to get to their seats but he remained at attention in the process.

Alastair Frost: The methodical nature of Diamond’s wrestling style I can respect but that is as far as I will go as her boisterous and prideful mind is something that will be her downfall. It is the downfall of many enemies of the state and I will enjoy reminding her in this non-title main event. When I take her down, it will show she is not worthy of coming after such a title as the WORLD title.

Alastair made a brushing off motion on his shoulder as he headed away from everyone so he can head to the Gorilla area for the main event.
Tanja had made notes of some new people coming into NFW for the 2 brands and her mind turned away from the chaos of her volatile emotions for some time. The Event Horizon title was seen resting on a small cushion on the shrine that Tanja had set up.

Tanja Devereaux: Yes, we have been spending quite some time in cleansing the Event Horizon title since it has come into our possession. We have cleansed the title of the filth that had come across it. We also need to remind people that even women are able to survive in the environment that the Event Horizon division offers and we have proved that when we claimed the title.

The Cajun bowed slightly to the Event Horizon Title and stood to face the Shrine. She began to whisper quietly in a chant like prayer as she looked at some of the small photos that she had placed on the Shrine. Tanja paused for a moment and picked up a photo from the shrine and revealed who it was with a coy smirk..

Tanja Devereaux: Well, well, well…. Look who decided to come out of his shell. We are surprised that Chris Matthews has come out from under his rock. We expected him to just stay under his rock and attempt to make some sort of relevance in his career.

Celeste St Laurant is heard sighing quietly under her breath as she joins Tanja at the shrine. She remembered Tanja giving her stories about Chris when he signed his contract with NFW and Collision.

Tanja Devereaux: We do admit that we haven’t kept up with what Chris has done since we last saw him in another promotion but nevertheless we do know that he always tries to keep up in the ring. Unlike him, we actually made some impact somewhere and are worthy of purifying the world of the living as the Death Bringer. We will not allow someone who decided to make an ATTEMPT of a comeback while he is on Collision. If he attempts to come after us, we will have no problem showing him how much we have changed since he last saw us.

Tanja ripped the small photo of Chris and lit it on fire before placing it into a small ceramic bowl on the shrine. The two women called onto the darker side of their energies to tap into that energy to guide Tanja.