NFW Collision #199!

Tanja and Lucien had spent some time in the background of the Colosseum and were seen in conversation about events back in New Orleans. Lucien had some concerns about a matter and was about to speak but Tanja raised a finger to stop him.

Tanja Devereaux: You can bring this up with us later Lucien. We have other things to discuss in regards to our professional career while here at Collision and NFW at large.

Lucien growled under his breath but Tanja narrowed the green eyes that represented the spirit that shared her body was at the helm. She motioned Lucien to stand at a distance while she dealt with her other matters that she didn’t need him for.

Tanja Devereaux: It has come to our attention that we will be representing NFW at March Mayhem, a Trauma PPV, while defending the Event Horizon title. SHW’s representative in this match is someone we can understand as she is someone who lives in the world of the Supernatural.

Tanja is heard chuckling lightly under her breath as she shows off the Event Horizon Title that was resting in her lap. She crossed her legs as she lifted the title briefly in order to do so.

Tanja Devereaux: Ms. Meowly may be supernaturally bent but we highly doubt she has crossed paths to someone that represents the crossroads of Life and Death as we do. She will need to be best prepared if she doesn’t want to be cleansed due to her antics. Should she wishes to bring her chaotic antics, we will bring our own special version of hardcore and extreme in order to keep the title in OUR possession and the possession of NFW.

Tanja sighed quietly as she knew there was an elephant in the room with the dealings on Collision on her plate as well.

Tanja Devereaux: Mr. Matthews, do not think we have forgotten about you. We may not like the fact you involved yourself with our match against Abigail but that doesn’t mean we won’t deal with you in the long one. Once we are done dealing with the usurper of the Event Horizon division at March Mayhem, we will come to deal with you. We will teach her the lessons never to interlope to a title of a division she does not belong to and we will deal with you in the long run. Not all of our ways are as evil as Matthews wishes to think but we will tap into the darkness when need it.

Lights flickered as Tanja picked up the Event Horizon title and showed it off before she went to her feet and joined Lucien.


Their segment opens with “Da Vivacious Varable” Azurine Vebbins knocking on Trixie Decker’s dressing room door. Based on her unique uniform, albeit ill-fitting, ‘Da Damsel in Dat Dress” must be cosplaying as a surreal scoutmaster of some kind. She sighs, dusts off a box of Decker’s favorite cookies with a vinyl gloved hand, and knocks again.

Azurine Vebbins: Maybe I should try a different door? Could my code noise knock be offbeat? Deyr’s a chance Trix might still be gettin’ dressed. Den again, it’s probably just nerves since I’ll be jostlin’ Jordan Majors around. I’m also tryin’ to remember what my troop’s called again. Trout Scouts? Tramp Scamps.

The door opens and Trixie, half-dressed in her gear, pokes her head out. Seeing Azzie, she smiles.

Trixie Decker: Hey, Azzie. I see you’re getting ready to earn your tusslin’ badge against Jordan tonight. Gonna give her some cookies after a concussion?

Trixie steps back and motions into the dressing room.

Trixie Decker: Come on in.

Ms. Vebbins blushes and tiptoes into the brash brunette’s suit-up space. Trying not to skip more beats, “Da Adorkable Angel” utters urgently. Upon placing the theater snack-sized box on a nearby cabinet, Azurine folds her hands in front of herself in a submissive posture.

Azurine Vebbins: Da cookies are for you. Made your favorite. You know da kind dat I bake when slippin’ on da apron you bought me for Christmas. Still surprised you made it look like a gym membership shirt. “Property of…” But yes, you’re half-right about what’s gonna transpire when I merengue wid Majors later tonight. It’s just dat concussion delivery’s not part of my performance protocol. Deyr’s plausible probability her jaw’s gettin’ janed after connectin’ wid my Pearly Gatekeeper, dough.

Trixie opens the box and pulls out a cookie, biting into it as she talked to Azzie.

Trixie Decker: I hope you’ve got a good strategy for Jordan. She’s not gonna go easy on you. And I’m sure she’s been training with her girlfriend, and Yennifer is a hard hitter. Don’t get me wrong, I think Jordan will give you a fair fight - but she’ll be aiming to spank you as hard as you can. And maybe not in a way you like.

Trixie swallows the rest of the cookie and wipes crumbs off her mouth.

Trixie Decker: So what’s the plan? How are you putting her down?

Azurine Vebbins: No one shushed my tush wid as firm a flourish as you, Trix. Still, my choreography currently consists of uprootin’ her repeatedly wid suplexes. Of course, if I have to be more un-ordo-dox, I’m likely to mow Jordan down wid a Lucille Ball Press. I really need to weed out any weak links in my choreography if deyr’s any chance of winnin’.

Azurine pulls out a handkerchief when noticing the crumbs on Decker’s lips. When Trixie wipes them away, Vebbins decides to polish her neck halo.

Azurine Vebbins: In addition to da celebration I’m cosplayin’, it’s Plant A Flower Day. Some-din’ has me suggestin’ you’re ponderin’ ’bout plantin’ some-din’ else, Trix?

Trixie grins, then looks at her watch.

Trixie Decker: And much as I’d love to re-pot you, you can’t be putting down roots right now. You’ve got a match to get to, dear.

Trixie pecks Azzie on the cheek.

Trixie Decker: Good luck out there, Azurine. I believe in ya.

“Da Adorkable Angel” playfully pouts, blushes, and smiles back at Trix. As Ms. Vebbins leaves, she double blinks when noticing a pleather strap hanging in Decker’s closet reading “Down To Earth.”

Azurine Vebbins: Means da world to me dat you do, Trix. If deyr’s time, maybe we can walk somewhere nice after da main event…


Backstage we find Jordan Majors standing with Josh Davidson. Majors is wearing a Queens of Chaos shirt with Jessi Ozborne on the front. But as the camera focuses on her and Josh, she crosses her arms and looks toward the taller interviewer.

Josh Davidson: I’m joined backstage by Jordan Majors, who has a match against Azurine Vebbins coming up tonight. Jordan, you just wrapped up a long issue with Cassie Quinn a few weeks ago. We have to ask, what’s next for you?

Majors looks at Josh and smiles politely, but then she puts her hands on her hips and shrugs.

Jordan Majors: You know… I don’t know how to answer that. I beat Cassie, but I look around and… what do I see? She went off and got herself a contender’s match. I made it to the finals of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, Josh. I’m not sure anyone even remembers that now. It feels like ancient history, doesn’t it? I don’t know what to say about what’s next.

This match with Azzy… I mean. That’s what’s next. I’ll take care of that and then focus on whatever else they throw at me. I’m at least focused on whatever this is between my sisters and me.

Josh Davidson: On that subject, what IS going on between you and the Queens of Chaos right now?

Jordan shoots Davidson a look. A raised eyebrow and crossed arms. Disgust. Distrust. She practically sneers at him.

Jordan Majors: Next question…

Josh Davidson: I’m not trying to strike a nerve here. It’s just the question on everyone’s mind when it comes to you.

Jordan Majors: I get that. I know people want to butt in on all my business. Here’s everything you need to know. I’m engaged, ok? Did anyone even notice that? I know a few people that didn’t. A few people I really wanted to notice. But so what? I’m happy about it. That’s all that matters. Past that, I care about what’s next for me in NFW.

No, you know what? I’m not going to take the passive approach here. Cassie took her shot and she tripped over her own ego. Anyone else want a shot? Anything Jessica wants me doing now? No matter what I do in this company, I find myself running head first into a wall. So please, Josh. Tell me what’s on everyone else’s mind, but allow me to tell you what’s on my mind. Everytime I show up to this arena, I’m hungry. And catering ain’t cutting it for me. Give me a chance and I will completely open your eyes. You will NEVER question whether or not I can take the ball and run with it.

I wrestled for this company with damaged ribs. The doctors told me not to. But they told Cass Baumer about it, too. She spent a whole match attacking those ribs. I’m not about making excuses, but you and I both know that if I didn’t have to wrestle that match with an internal injury than right now I’d be the–

Jordan stops herself short of saying what’s on her mind and she puts up a hand. She looks irritated and annoyed as she storms past Josh and leaves him behind. Davidson turns toward the camera and gives it a shrug. As Jordan storms away, Jessi Ozborne and Zara Ivory walk into frame, catching the attention of Josh Davidson. The two stare at the exiting Jordan as Josh begins to question the duo.

Josh Davidson: Hello, ladies! Thank you for taking this time to speak with me tonight! Tonight, as we all know, you two will be taking on the team of El Toro Violento and Trixie Decker! How do you both feel about your chances heading into tonight?

Zara looked at Jessi for a second, giving a brief nod before turning back to Davidson. She grinned before shrugging a little, a slight wince coming from her as she did.

Zara Ivory: Well I guess that kind of gives you an answer. Anyone that’s paid attention to Wrestle League knows that I’m not at 100 percent. I feel pretty damn good about our chances, but if I were at 100 percent? I’d feel a whole Hell of a lot better about them.

Jessi Ozborne: The thing is, Josh, is that we’re Queens. And for a damn good reason. People have been feeling way too comfortable trying to speak for us about what the reason is. That we got to this point through privilege over talent, or whatever the hell people have to say to help themselves sleep at night. But the reason we got here is because no matter what happens, we show up and show out every damn night and get the job done. Tonight’s gonna be no different.

Josh Davidson: Some huge confidence coming from you two, but as we know, Zara your injured shoulder could be a huge target tonight. How do you two plan on navigating this match with that injury?

Jessi Ozborne: Normally something like this would be a problem in a one-on-one environment. But this is a tag team match. Of course our main goal is to win this, but my top priority is making sure that Zara doesn't take any more damage than necessary. She knows I’ve got her back as much as she has mine.

Zara nodded in agreement as she listened to Jessi before looking at her heavily taped up shoulder. After a brief moment, she turned to answer the question herself.

Zara Ivory: Despite having the fucky shoulder, Jessi knows that I wouldn’t leave her out to dry. If Trixie and Toro target it then they target it…it’s part of the business. However, like Jessi said, I know she has my back like I have hers. If she can help it, I won’t suffer any more damage than I allow myself to just like I wouldn’t let her run the risk of getting hurt if it came down to it. It’s what being a family is all about…protecting those that we love and care about.

Josh Davidson: Speaking of protection, we saw last week on social media that Diamond Caldwell offered her help in case of a dire situation during tonight’s match. Now, we know that Caldwell and the QoC have had a bit of a sordid past. Do you believe or trust in her claims to help you guys tonight, or in any event for that matter?

Zara Ivory: That’s kind of a tricky question, honestly. I’m a firm believer in giving people multiple chances, don’t get me wrong, but Diamond can be…finicky for a lack of a nicer word. Under certain circumstances, I feel like she could be trusted, but then there are circumstances where I feel as if she can’t be. However, I don’t know what kind of benefit she would get out of this either way, so I can’t say for sure when it comes to our match. It’s just a tricky situation either way, really.

Jessi Ozborne: Listen, I get that she has beef with Trixie and the Wolves, alright? But like you said, given our history, I’m still not entirely sure if she’s to be trusted, and I’m currently not in the mood to fuck around and find out, either. There’s a huge difference between being with us and against them. If she truly has our best interests at heart, then I’m willing to at least see her prove it. Until then, I’ll believe it when I see it.

Josh Davidson: This last question is directed towards Jessi. Last week, you came out in front of everyone and said that you were staking your claim to Alastair Frost’s NFW World Championship. Do you believe that a win tonight will propel you further towards that goal of meeting him in the ring?

Jessi Ozborne: I’m not dim, Josh. Unlike Alastair, I’ve been down this road to the top multiple times. Seven times, in fact. I know damn well what it takes to become a World Champion, and part of that is realizing that every win counts. When we get that win tonight, I know for a fact that I’m getting one step closer to turning that seven, into an eight. That’s not a threat, that’s a promise.

Another nod from Zara along with a smirk coming across her face as she looked at Davidson, another shrug and tiny wince when she did.

Zara Ivory: We’re Queens of Chaos, Davidson..we’re just that damn, rightfully confident in what we can do. If people don’t like it? Well…they know how to find us, don’t they? Now if you’ll excuse us, we have a match to finish preparing for.

Zara gave Josh a nod before looking at Jessi, the pair walking off to finish with whatever last minute preparations they had planned.


An “Earlier Today…” graphic pops up on screen as we’re shown a scene from this afternoon, taking place at the private parking entrance into the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum. The first person we see is intrepid NFW interviewer Devyn Mitchell on hand, microphone at the ready. She’s obviously waiting on someone, but as for who it is…

Cameraman: Are you sure this is a good idea, Devyn? After what I’ve seen on X lately-

Devyn holds up a hand to shush the guy, eyes on the doors as a black Escalade passes by and moves on.

Devyn Mitchell: That’s exactly why we’re here. The boss-lady wants someone here to get the message quick and head off any shenanigans.

Cameraman: Whoa, hey! I ain’t getting in the middle of a fight!

Devyn Mitchell: Yes, that’s why we have security, you dunce!

She gestures impatiently to the hallway they came from, and the camera pans over to show security guards, several of them in fact, guarding the path. Something like a sigh of relief emits from the cameraman, who turns back to the door.

Devyn Mitchell: See?

Cameraman: Fine, fine!

A few moments later, another vehicle pulls past, but stops before it’s fully out of sight: a purple Camaro, old-style, from which exits both Zoey Madigan-Star and the mystery man who has been tagging along with her of late. They have Devyn’s full attention as the man goes around to the rear door of the vehicle, having been driving, and gets a couple bags out of the seat. Zoey emerges from the passenger side, facing away from the doors inside the arena. In artfully-torn black denim jeans, a purple tank top with her logo on the front, and polished combat boots, the Magical Maiden looks ready for a fight. Her associate(?) is likewise in black jeans and boots, but also an all-black Under Armour hoodie and a balaclava, keeping his identity a secret still.

Cameraman: Who the hell is that guy anyway?

Devyn Mitchell: No idea. People ask her but she won’t talk about it. Gotta be important, though.

Cameraman: Yeah, especially since she went to the trouble of getting him a contract.

The man hands off one of the bags, the purple one obviously, to Zoey, who slides the strap over her shoulder. Gold-framed, slightly-oversized sunglasses are worn, masking her golden eyes, but even they don’t hide the stern expression on her face. She spots Devyn as she enters the arena, the mystery man behind her, and pauses. Then she lowers her head, peering over her glasses past the camera at the previously-noted security. For half a moment, Zoey smiles a little, then she puts the glasses back in place. Then she settles on Devyn.

Devyn Mitchell: Zoey Madigan-Star, last night on Twitter you told the world you had something to say, which led to another back-and-forth with Cait Flanagan-

Zoey Madigan-Star: Let me guess-

Zoey says, interrupting Devyn and nodding to security.

Zoey Madigan-Star: -Jessica doesn’t want me getting in here because she’s afraid there’ll be a throwdown between myself and Flanagan. Am I warm?

Devyn Mitchell: I mean, well… yeah. But-

Rolling her eyes, Zoey lets out a sigh. She removes her sunglasses and slides the arm behind her tank top to keep them in place. She gestures to the cameraman while turning her head, letting him get a good look at not only her bandaged ear, but the bruising on that side of her head.

Devyn Mitchell: Holy Holyfield. That looks painful. Why, Zoey, would you even show up after taking damage like that? Shouldn’t you be resting and healing? You’re a medical professional yourself, after all-

Zoey Madigan-Star: Don’t even go there, Devyn. Just don’t.

Zoey doesn’t look troubled so much as she looks… barely in control.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Said it on X, saying it here: Cait tried to chew my ear off. And if she thinks me busting her in the nose is enough of a comeuppance, she’s out of her Irish skull. Plain as I could speak, I told the world that I was done taking disrespect from ANYONE, including myself.

Her attention shifts to the camera, the man with her folding arms across his chest.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Could have just let this be a fight, woman-to-woman and may the best win. But you had to get snippy, Cait. Then you tried to take liberties. Well, here’s your news flash, Irish: I’m NOT the sorceress to screw with! As far as I’m concerned, this is war, and it’s going on till I get satisfaction-

This time, it’s Zoey who gets cut off as the camera whips over to take in the commotion starting up on the other end of the hall: Cait Flanagan, having heard more than enough, is trying to plow her way through security to get at Zoey!

Cameraman: What the hell?!

Devyn Mitchell: Dammit, I knew this would happen!

Whatever Cait is shouting, it’s likely loaded with expletives. Zoey, dropping her bag and tossing her shades aside, is ready to charge after her but before she can, the man in black gets hold of her around the waist, picking her up with ease and keeping her from bull-rushing the mass of humanity!

Cameraman: Can we get more security over here for fuck’s sake?!

They get just that and, after a few moments, Cait is pulled out of sight… but Zoey is still trying to get down and after her! It’s only after she finally wrenches the man’s grip free that he lets go. She’s not happy about it, either.

Devyn Mitchell: I guess this really isn’t over, is it?

Zoey Madigan-Star: Gee, Devyn, ya think so?!

Devyn Mitchell: But if it’s that big a deal why didn’t you just, y’know, disappear and appear over there or something?

The idea is so bonkers that Zoey laughs, though only for a moment or two. Then she snarls at Devyn.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Because this isn’t about putting on a show! It’s about settling things! Plus it’s pretty hard to do anything with this damn goliath bear-hugging me!

The man in black backs off a step, gloved hands up in the air, palms out. Frustrated, she snatches up her bag and her shades.

Zoey Madigan-Star: No way they let us in the place now; can’t risk me spreading Cait all over the floor. I’m out of here.

Turning and walking out the door, Zoey is stared after by all three still present. The mystery man, shrugging, picks up his bag as well. As for Devyn…

Devyn Mitchell: Ah, you don’t have anything to say, do you?

The man pauses, then turns around and takes hold of the microphone, bringing it close to his masked face and leaving Devyn looking concerned. Mostly because his grip has her hand trapped into continuing to hold the microphone!

Devyn Mitchell: Hold on now! I don’t want no trouble!

But rather than saying anything, the man lets go and, strangely, reaches out to brush a hair out of Devyn’s face. Then he just picks up his bag and follows after Zoey. Flustered, Devyn leaves the scene with her cameraman in tow.


The camera comes up in the middle of the ring and inside that ring is Chris Matthews. He looks at the camera wearing a black leather jacket, black shirt, pants, and black sneakers on his feet. Chris has a lot to say about what was said last week between Tanja and then hearing about Skylar.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: Seems like I have a lot on my plate, don't I? Both involved Skylar and Tanja. Now, for weeks, I've been saying that I want to face Tanja and take her belt…but at the same time, I want Skylar.

Bs taps the mic on his chin to really think about everything.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: But as I stand here, I have to admit that Skylar is right. Me and her have unfinished business. Let's take a look at what was supposed to happen July 16th, 2023. Skylar Carson and Chris Matthews in the match for the WWH International Championship. A title to this day I still hold. I guess you could say that I"m the longest WWH International champion in history.

Skylar, you know it to be true. You were set to face me at Mankind Divided, but WWH closed its doors. Sad day for some. But the history that these fans have been wanting to see will finally come. They will finally see the story between Matthews and Carson.

He moved towards the ropes and leaned forward against it as he gave off a little smile.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: I'm here every week, Skylar. I'm the workhorse of this company. Be it in the ring or on this mic. Skylar, let's make some history. If you want to fight me? Then let's do it. You name the time and place. If you want this, then i expect an answer next week.

He smiles as the scene fades to black.




As ‘Beautiful Is Boring’ begins, a band of spotlights move to a point at the entry.



Eavan Maloney walks out to an increasingly mixed reaction, her outstretched arms feel both like an invitation to join her. On her right arm, there’s a black armband with the initials RJVB on it. As Eavan walks down the ramp, she gives love to the fans who want it and when she gets to ringside, she climbs up a set of turnbuckles and crosses her arms across her chest, before hopping off the turnbuckle. She asks for a microphone and paces around the ring, soaking in the reaction she’s getting.

Eavan Maloney: Chicago, Illinois… acknowledge me! No no no, I’m just kidding. God, if my ego ever got that big, somebody PLEASE put me out of my misery. I’m out here tonight to get a few things off my chest - things that have changed in my life as of late and I need to clear the air on those before I get into the rest of why I’m here.

Eavan continues to pace around the ring again before pointing to her armband.

Eavan Maloney: First off, you have to understand something about me. I have a mind that is hardwired differently than who we call… typical people. Sometimes we can feel so strongly about something. We can believe we are completely right about a situation. We will build hordes and be prepared to go to war to defend those beliefs. We double-down, triple-down, hell we send people packing because we know they’ll abandon us the first opportunity they have. All that energy, all that anger, all that rage, all that time… wasted the moment you realize you were wrong all along. Robi Jean "Valkyrie" Bondurant, I was wrong all along about you. You can’t imagine how small I’ve been feeling these last couple of weeks. How guilt-ridden. Reliving every word, every action, every comment I’ve made against you, your family, and the people you’ve helped while I sat on my own island of irrelevancy believing I was right. So, to her family, the Wolves of Odinn, my own Shieldmaiden sisters…

Eavan’s lip curls as she sighs.

Eavan Maloney: …and Morgan Payne, I’m sorry.

Eavan wipes her eyes who have started to flood with tears before stiffening up again.

Eavan Maloney: So, the question became, what do I do with all of this pent-up energy now? Well, I thought I’d use it here. I mean, I’m already used to devoting time on things that will never happen, so why not call out every single champion in this company? Why not commit career suicide and spit in the faces of Gabriel Ohio, or even bigger and badder, spit in the faces of Michael Rivers and The Sins? Don’t get your hopes up, folks, you’ll never see me in those matches because I was only brought back as a favor, so allow me to turn my attention to one person… one TEAM… in particular. A team who put down others for rebranding right after announcing their own change in name. Sedition Rising. And specifically YOU, Adrianna. Remember me?

Eavan steps closer to the camera and smiles before sticking her tongue out.

Eavan Maloney: So, I was watching Trauma last Saturday… if you guys don’t watch it, you should. I mean it has less Killer Smurfs on there than even Collision’s had lately, but it’s a decent show regardless. Adrianna, I was watching your segment and there was something you said that made me chuckle. You said, and I quote, as long as we exist, the only certainty for anyone else is… you lose. Interesting quote, and I’m sure it’ll make lesser teams hesitant. However, and I’m sure you’re going to correct me as soon as possible when I say this…

Eavan smiles again, tapping her tongue to her top lip.

Eavan Maloney: You’ve never beat me. So here we stand, one team of generational wrestlers - Sedition Rising, against another in The Killer Smurfs. Now while your little challenge was already answered for March Mayhem, know this. We’ll be watching, and we’re coming for the Alliance Championship.

Eavan is about to hand the microphone back and stops and puts her hand up, before storming back to the center of the ring.

Eavan Maloney: I gotta admit, not all the rage is out of my system, so this goes out to both the powers that be in NFW, and to the locker rooms of both shows. I am sick and tired of having to kiss ass to get anywhere in this company. You WILL put respect on my name and respect on what I’ve done in NFW, because I’ll either KICK your ass or shoot out the glass ceiling and take your seat from under you. This shit ends NOW.

Eavan hands the microphone back and panders to the fans one last time before leaving.


Alastair had spent some of his time in the gym that was on hand as he needed to keep in shape for the future during his reign as World Champion. He got off the treadmill and grabbed the towel he was using to help get the sweat off of his forehead and his hair out of his face.

Alastair Frost: Austin is a tough cookie. I will give him that much during his chance against me but that is the only nice thing I have to say to the man. He will need to bring up a killer instinct if he wants to try and come after me again for the title.

He took some time during the training with some of the weights that were on hand. The gym at the base didn’t always have some of the equipment that the coliseum had and he wanted to make use of them whenever he could. Last week’s edition of Collision was running in the background and Alastair’s ears perked when he heard Jessi being in the ring, trashing him.

Alastair Frost: Jessi must really be of the opinion of how she is inside of the ring and how I share my thoughts of others. It shows that she has not taken the time to learn how I deal with people verbally or inside the ring. I have seen her and her skills and I have never insulted any of her skills. Not everyone has been able to handle the rough and militaristic style of wrestling I bring to the ring but not everyone is able to survive a long term match with these skills I have.

Alastair turned off the television as soon as the promo from Jessi was done and he placed the weights back onto the rack after wiping them down. He stood by the bench so he could speak to Jessi via the camera again.

Alastair Frost: If I weren’t a wrestler of high standard like Jessi claims, I wouldn’t be the current World Champion nor would I have survived the defences I had up to this point. Perhaps she should not give a negative word about what I have said or not said in the past and think about what she wants to say about the skill of others. Perhaps now that she has claimed to have a clear and focused mind, she will realize that this Lone Wolf is the Top Dog on Collision FOR A REASON!!!! I will not allow a sudden clearing of her mind to allow her to stake a claim to the World Title! Should she want it, she will need to bring the skill AND killer instinct that I have had for the almost 7 months as a World Champion.

Alastair slipped out of the gym and headed to the showers in order to watch the rest of Collision.


Jim Reynolds: I call that a well deserved win!

Olivia Mayfaire: Of course you would, Jim! You don’t appreciate actual wrestling!

Jim Reynolds: I do so appreciate actual wrestling! You’re looking at one of the finest young upstarts in this industry! It’s all in her name!

Nick Hanson: Jim, Sofia was married into the Hilton family.

Jim Reynolds: So?!

Olivia Mayfaire: So wrestling talent is not sexually transmitted and even if it was–

Jim Reynolds: Don’t you dare say it!

As the commentary crew proceeded to argue, Sofia Hilton jumped around, celebrating her win until she realized her husband wasn’t joining her. It was then she looked outside the ring and saw him out cold in front of the commentary table. The look on her face went from one of shock before turning to one of appall as she looked back at Priscilla White, realizing what happened. As Priscilla went to exit the ring, frustrated over a loss, Sofia rushed up behind her and yanked her back into the ring and violently threw her to the mat by her hair before pouncing her and laying into her with wild forearms.

Nick Hanson: Hey! Come on! Break this up ref!

Jim Reynolds: That’s it, Sofia! Defend your man! Wish I had a woman like that.

Olivia Mayfaire: You wish you had a woman in general.

Jim Reynolds: Excuse me?!

Olivia Mayfaire: Bitch! I said what I saaaaaiiiiid!

With Priscilla caught off guard from the sneak attack, Sofia pulled her up to her feet and kicked her in the ribs before hooking her arms and delivering her Butterfly Brainbuster called “La Mariposa” to the mat! Priscilla hit hard and stopped moving but Sofia wasn’t finished as she rolled out of the ring and grabbed a steel chair, sliding back into the ring. Still fuming over what happened to her husband, Sofia raises the steel chair up over Priscilla’s head.

Nick Hanson: Don’t do this! No!

Olivia Mayfaire: You made your point!

Nick Hanson: For the love of God!

Nick Hanson: Wait a minute!

Jim Reynolds: What?!

“Eclipsed” by Yousei Teikoku hit the speakers and Sofia froze in place with her head snapping towards the stage. The fans were going wild as, out from the tunnel came…SANADA of the Queens of Chaos! Limping on one leg with a brace wrapped around one and a crutch under her arm, SANADA came to stop in the center of the stage, glaring down at the ring towards Sofia Hilton.

Olivia Mayfaire: IT’S SANADA!!!! SANADA’S BACK!!

Nick Hanson: AND WE KNOW WHO SHE’S COMING FOR!!

Jim Reynolds: How?! Look at her!! She’s got one good leg!!

Or did she? As Sofia stared up towards the stage, SANADA grabbed her crutch in the center, reaching down with her other hand and undid the leg brace before standing to where she was putting weight on that foot. Sofia’s eyes went wider with the faint glimmer of confidence being wiped right off her face. SANADA tossed the leg brace aside and exploded into a full on sprint down to the ring, taking her crutch with her!

Nick Hanson: HERE SHE COMES, FOLKS!!

Olivia Mayfaire: GET YOU SOME GIRL!!

Jim Reynolds: GET HER SOFIA!!!

SANADA slid inside the ring and up to her feet, ducking an oncoming swing from the chair in Sofia’s hands. Sofia spun around, blocking a swing from the crutch with the chair and swung the chair again. SANADA parried the strike, using the crutch for assistance, sliding the end of it through the gap of the chair and twisted it, yanking the chair out of Sofia’s hands and sending it across the mat. SANADA swung the crutch downward but Sofia caught it in her hands, however SANADA quickly followed up with a kick to Sofia’s ribs, causing her to double over. SANADA threw the crutch aside and ran off the ropes, coming in for her Running Spinning Heel Kick, “The Final Pulse” but Sofia dropped down and rolled out of the ring, backing away up the ramp where Brayden had finally recovered and came around to meet her.

Olivia Mayfaire: Yeah you better run!!

SANADA grabbed the crutch and threw it out of the ring where it landed at Sofia and Brayden’s feet, causing them to back up more as the Queens of Chaos member stood on the ropes, leaning over it with a fire burning in her eyes at the woman who cost her a championship match at Rise of Legends II.

Jim Reynolds: Is she even cleared to be here?!

Nick Hanson: Look at her and you tell me!

Olivia Mayfaire: Well, the piper’s laid out the check and I hope Sofia Hilton’s got enough to pay for it!


Cameras were located in Konrad Raab's locker room again, but there was a bit more lighting this time, especially since he had begun to feel more at home than he'd imagined. Konrad smiles because he's happy that Killian put that pressure on him, as he had needed it since he came to New Frontier Wrestling. He addresses the camera on the challenge he put out and the response to Killian's comments as he sits in the chair.

Konrad Raab: "I might've been way too quiet to comment, but the truth is, it's what I'm trying to figure out in my head whether to respond to a jackoff, or I should let him spew crap and mature? Well, I decided to do it on the show instead of being a coward to respond to social media like every wrestler does these days. I did a post-match discussion about open challenges because I didn't come to sit on the sidelines. I came to compete, and during my time in therapy, it's all I want to do: beat big names and win titles because my name isn't known for legendary stuff."

He shakes his head, admitting that, but knows he cannot let that affect him too much. He stands up to the camera, moving his body around.

Konrad Raab: "You know, Killan, you mentioned something about me being an old age pensioner. Well, I have, you know, Killian. I'm more famous than you. Do you know why I've made videos on race tracks? Because I'm a NASCAR driver, too, I make a ton of money from winning races as I did in Phoenix in two days and from being a professional wrestler. I appreciate you accepted my open challenge, but I swore at you for a reason. Because I wanted you and everyone to take notice of me and face me in the ring, I did it to get every wrestler to look at me and say he swore at Killian for having the balls to show him the piece of crap you are. Also, it's stupid that you find people seeking to win titles as your enemies because everyone in the wrestling business should seek to win titles. I need to win a title, but I will earn it by winning matches, especially to get my wrestling reputation back on track and especially from punk bitches like yourself that couldn't stay away from ringside to focus on beating Johnny Towers on my goddamn own."

He smirks heavily as he knew he would be an asshole as he walks around the room.

Konrad Raab: "But I like your spark towards me, Killian. But at the same time, I wanted to win that match for myself, not you distracting Johnny Towers to get the win with your assistance. I will aim because you have quite frankly pissed me off and beat the hell out of you. I can be an asshole as well, and you're that asshole that deserves a beating. You can call me what you want, but know this: I'm coming in the match to win, not to take snide shots on social media, not to take snide shots through a video of open challenges that's for everyone to respond to, by the way. People call me burned in blood for nothing because while you deserve to have your blood spilt, it is not enough for me to do so when I smash your face in and win the match. After all, nothing you'll do to me will stop me from reaching success. You can mess about with Johnny Towers, and he might take your head off, but you focus on me and not worry about Johnny when I win over you."

It was the first time Konrad had turned out to be a bit of an asshole in the company, but he had to be because it was therapy work. He knows anything, and everything he says and does is evaluated anything he says and does in New Frontier Wrestling as cameras go elsewhere in the arena.


The scene opens up on a derelict, crumbling old gym, forgotten to time. In the center of the room, under a series of edison bulbs, is a ripped up and bloodstained wrestling ring. Finally, a familiar voice is heard off screen.

Unseen Voice: It’s not the coziest place, but I’ve had my fun here.

Trixie Decker enters the room, a barbedwire covered baseball bat slung over her shoulder.

Trixie Decker: It’s usually a bit more lively here when my ladies from the Succubus Club are over. But I figured you two wanted to train alone, so I even had my pet leave for the evening.

The thudding footfalls sound through the abandoned building before the behemoth of a man appears from off screen. El Toro Violento snorts loudly, shaking his head a bit, as he steps in behind Trixie, putting a massive hand on her shoulder.

El Toro Violento: Estoy aquí como solicitaste, pequeña súcubo.

His other hand strokes her head in an oddly gentle way as he turns his head to face the camera.

El Toro Violento: Dígales exactamente por qué no es posible que seamos derrotados.

Trixie blushes at the head pets, but clears her throat.

Trixie Decker: Your strength and force, both of our… natures? We’re a deadly combo. Not that I think the Queens are slumps. They’re not. We have a size and crazy advantage, but they have more experience fighting together.

Trixie frowned.

Trixie Decker: And, of course, Diamond will likely be skulking around, looking to get involved in our fight. Bitch is weirdly obsessed on me being her springboard.

El Toro Violento snorts, a sound that is very reminiscent of laughter.

El Toro Violento: Las Reinas del Caos son una facción formidable. No se puede negar absolutamente eso. Jessi Ozbourne se ganó mi respeto mientras destrozábamos Chicago.

The massive monster continues to gently stroke Trixie as if she were a small kitten, his breaths heavy enough that his chest visibly rises and falls.

El Toro Violento: ¿Honestamente? Espero que esa perra de Diamond intente interferir. Probaré que ella no comparte la cualidad inquebrantable de su tocayo.

Trixie blushes harder, not really sure how to handle the minotaur petting her head.

Trixie Decker: Yeah, I sorta regret wasting all my cubic zirconia and costume jewelry puns on Kate Steele in NFW Destiny. Had I known this little twit was gonna come at me, I’d have saved a few.

She looked up at El Toro.

Trixie Decker: So… what’s the plan? We out chaos the Queens of Chaos? Kick ‘em in their baby makers til they don’t need their tubes tied? Unsettling accusations of their heritage and squirrels crossbreeding?

El Toro Violento lifts Trixie by the waist easily, setting her on one of his broad shoulders before looking up at her.

El Toro Violento: English is not best. But I try. I will break Queens. You are brain. I am muscle.

He chuckles, turning toward the camera.

El Toro Violento: You Queens not know Trixie way of thinking. We will come with plan you not expect.

Trixie beams, almost looking like the Trixie NFW knew long ago, and gives El Toro a big hug.

Trixie Decker: Tu inglés es perfecto, minotauro. Sólo espero no decepcionarte a ti y a Lety.

She looks up at him again.

Trixie Decker: So… I found some sparring partners for us.

She walks over to a door and opens it. Bound and their ropes hanging off meathooks, a series of greenhorn rookies struggle nervously as they see El Toro.

Trixie Decker: Who should we start with?

El Toro Violento walks over to her, patting her head as he passes, before grabbing the two largest captives and throwing them over each of his shoulders.

El Toro Violento: Bring them all.

He walks toward the ruined ring, throwing the two men under the bottom rope before climbing onto the apron. The old wood groans under his weight as he steps through the ropes.

Trixie smiles and reaches into her boot. Pulling out a rusty knife, she looks at the frightened rookie wrestlers.

Trixie Decker: Hear that, boys? Meat’s back on the menu.

Trixie walks behind the men and begins to saw at their ropes. The camera cuts to the outside of the old abandoned gym, where a monstrous howl followed by terrified screams fill the night.


We cut backstage to find Josh Davidson standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on his face.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time… Killian Oliver.

The camera pans out a little to reveal Killian Oliver standing beside the interviewer with his arms folded across his chest.

Josh Davidson: Thank you for joining me this evening, Killian.

Killian Oliver: You don’t really mean that. And you’re not welcome anyway.

Davidson clears his throat as Oliver chuckles.

Josh Davidson: Well tonight in a mere matter of moments, you’re going one on one with Kon--

Killian Oliver: Blah blah blah. I know what I’m doing, moron! And so do the neckbeards watching! Should I go ahead and take your job as well?! Since you know… last week I showed that I’m a better commentator than Little Nicky?!

The interviewer goes to retort but the Washington native snatches the microphone from his hand and throws it down the hall before shoving Davidson out of shot before turning his attention to the camera.

Killian Oliver: I know you’re watching old man, so turn up your hearing aids and listen up! I don’t give a damn about your little redemption story okay?! As far as I’m concerned… you don’t deserve to be here! You don’t deserve to be in my way of achieving what is rightfully mine, that being the World Heavyweight Championship! You had your time! You fucked it up! And guess what?! Nobody gives a flying fuck about you! So tonight… in a matter of mere moments… I’m gonna do myself and everyone else a favor by sending your ass back to Germany and into a retirement home where you belong!

Oliver chuckles.

Killian Oliver: As for you, Johnny Rotten?! I welcome you to come on out and watch how a true professional works! Maybe you’ll learn something?!

The Washington native unfolds his arms and goes to walk off but then stops and turns back to the camera.

Killian Oliver: On second thought… I doubt you actually will learn something… because you’re an idiot! Well at least on the plus side, you’ll get to watch someone better than you do what you couldn’t do!

Oliver then smirks and winks before then disappearing off camera as we cut elsewhere.


Immediately following the main event match, we cut to the backstage area, where we see Jessi Ozborne frantically pacing the hallways with a steel chair in hand.

Jessi Ozborne: Where ya at, fam? Huh?! Big, bad marines wanna show up during my matches, but can’t stick around and face the consequences. Well guess what—

Jessi smacks an equipment crate she walks past with the chair as she lets out her next words.

Jessi Ozborne: —I got a for ya! Get the fuck out here!

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Jessi!

The voice of Collision General Manager, Jessica Clarkson-Morian is heard before she’s seen as the woman comes into frame. Just enough to be seen while keeping a moderate distance from the furious woman with the chair in hand.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Jessi? I-I know you’re upset right now, but I need you to calm down, ya hear? Please? Let’s talk about this.

Jessica stands frozen like a deer in headlights with her hands up and open, trying her best to bid for any sense of calm right now after what just happened in the ring.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Frost and them are gone so just…just put the chair down. Please?

Jessi chuckles a bit, a deranged little fit of laughter that says more than words ever could.

Jessi Ozborne: “Calm down”…nah…I’m done with that…

Jessi’s voice begins to raise in intensity.

Jessi Ozborne: See, I’m just out here trying to win a championship, yet everywhere I go and with everything I do to try and get there, someone always seems to wanna cause a problem. Well now, soldier boy’s about to find out that he messed with the wrong one.

Jessi points outwards with her chair. Jessica flinches just a little out of reflex and raises her hands higher, out in front of her.

Jessi Ozborne: If you say he’s not here, I’ll take your word for it, but I want you to do me a favour. Call him, text him, send him a carrier pigeon, whatever you gotta do. Tell him to get his affairs in order and say his final goodbyes, because he just caught the wrath of a very dangerous woman. I don’t care what I gotta do. I don’t care who’s ass I gotta kick. I want his ass at Ascension, and I want him for that NFW World Championship.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Y-yeah. Yeah, sure Jessi…

The woman nods with a quivering smile, doing her damnedest to mask how terrified she is right now.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I’ll…I’ll take care of it. Got my word. Promise!

There’s a moment of silence. A staredown between the two before Jessi lowers her chair and walks out of the frame. After another moment, Jessica drops her arms and lets out a sigh of relief, bringing a hand to her forehead as the credits appear on the bottom of the screen and Collision fades off the air.