NFW Collision #200!

The show didn’t even get a chance to start before the scene cuts to a black screen and a single light clicks on. Standing just in front of the light was the Fire Dancer herself.

Raseri.

Raseri: I would first like to take a moment to apologize to Olivia for the events that happened at the interview a couple of weeks ago. It was not my intention to cause you any actual harm.

She paused.

Raseri: But, let’s be honest, you pulled some shady shit, Olivia. And well… When you lie with swine…

She shrugged lightly.

Raseri: However, do not let that distract us from what this is really about.

She took a step back and let the solitary light bulb dance around her as she took a step backwards. Raising her arms out from her sides.

Raseri: Ashley. Fucking. Kenyon.

It was easy to feel the venom in every word she spoke.

Raseri: This is all about you.

She began to pace slightly.

Raseri: This path started off with Dane Preston. NFW’s newest “Pretty Boy”. While he was busy being the company’s new “savior” he did fuck all to help either my mother and my aunt Dru from making the worst decisions of their lives. And this was AFTER my Aunt Dru helped Dane with his own shit.

She made her fingers into a gun and pressed the “tip” to her temple.

Raseri: Ya know… The whole split personality thing. Yeah, Dane, I knew all about that. Where do you think Aunt Dru got the supplies she needed for that little ritual?

She pulls out a piece of paper and shows a list of names. The first one “Dane F’n Preston” had a big red X through it. And the next name “Ashley Kenyon”.

Raseri: You see this? You’ve been on this list since the day the phone call came in.

She pulled out a lighter and set the paper on fire.

Raseri: This is going to be your life, Ashley.

She reached out for the camera. Drawing it closer to her.

Raseri: And I’m going to be the fire that burns the HEART out of you!!

With that, the room around her began to catch…

…And burn.
The camera comes up in the backstage area where Chris is standing. He knows that he has a huge task and knows how tough Zoey is. He also knows that Skylar is going to watch his match and that distracts him, but Chris has been wrestling for a long time and can't think about that. His mind has to be on Zoey and Zoey alone. He was ready for his match as he looked at the camera.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: Here we are at Collision where I'll be set to face Zoey in the middle of that ring. That ring out there is my home. My life. My passion. When I set foot in the middle of that ring, I put everything I have on the line against anyone and everyone. I don't care who stands there waiting for me. I'll always be ready. Zoey, you and I are going into this match shortly and I know that you're looking to get back on the right track. But I won't be the person to help you with that.

Sorry, Zoey, but it's nothing but the truth, and you know it. Do you want to know something, Zoey? You're a message that I want to send to Skylar. I want her to understand everything that I'm going to do to her. I want to make sure I force her to take up my challenge and fight to end the story that started so long ago.

He puts his hands on his hips and starts to walk side to side while keeping his eyes on the camera.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: Skylar, I know you want to end this as much as I do. You and I were supposed to have our match at Mankind Divided, but ended when WWH closed its doors. But you're here, and you know as well as I do that you want to finish the story that started there. So, Skylar, I want you to watch what I do to Zoey to give you a little preview of what's going to happen to you if you decide to accept. I await your answer tonight, Skylar.

He walks away as the scene fades to black.
Backstage in the colosseum, Kali Bates and Skylar Carsons were standing backstage, the usual smile on Skylar’s face while Kali remained expressionless. Both were changed into their ring gear for their upcoming match against The Killer Smurfs. Skylar was a little bouncy on her heels, but it seemed that she was just excited to be there.

Skylar Carsons: Welcome to the show everyone!! I hope you enjoyed the opening match! It was definitely a doozy!

Kali gave the bubbly younger woman a weird look when she used ‘doozy’, but her expression went back to blank after Carsons gave her a bright smile.

Skylar Carsons: Kali and I are super excited to have a match against The Killer Smurfs tonight!

The camera focused on Bates who looked anything but excited, and Carsons gave a little shrug before letting out a small chuckle.

Skylar Carsons: I know she doesn’t look it, but she really is excited! Killer Smurfs have been around for a little while longer than we have, but that doesn’t mean they’re going to have an advantage on us. I think our debut was proof enough that we work damn well together!

Kali gave a little nod in agreement though her expression didn’t alter. She tapped Skylar on the shoulder, giving another nod which got one from Skylar in return.

Skylar Carsons: However…Kali is right, there’s something that needs to be addressed that doesn’t have to do with the Smurfs before we head off to finish getting prepared.

Carsons paused for a moment before a serious look came across the woman’s normally bubbly face.

Skylar Carsons: Chris Matthews…you and me at Ascension 5 April 30th. We’ll work out the semantics for it later, but it’s time to finish what we started almost a year ago.

With that, the two members of Thicc Attack turned on their heels and walked off to finish preparing for their match against The Killer Smurfs.
Cameras shift backstage to inside The Kingdom’s locker room where Marilyn Matthews finishes adjusting her footwear for her match, later in the evening against Alastair Frost. All is quiet with tonight’s challenger to the World Championship getting ready. Behind her, a figure steps in and a pair of soft yet toned arms wrap around her shoulders. Morgan Payne, in her usual black street clothes, leans in and smooches the side of Mary’s face, squeezing her.

Morgan Payne: Hey, ya got dis, Boo baby. We both know dat. Show dat jagoff what a real champ look like.

Marilyn Matthews: I mean, I am the poster girl for World Champion in NFW.

Mary chuckles and continues to wrap her hands and wrists in tape.

Marilyn Matthews: I guess NFW is in great need again. Seems like I get a shot when they need someone who can actually carry a company.

Morgan Payne: Pshh, tell me ‘bout it.

Morgan steps to the side and over the bench, taking a seat next to her wife.

Morgan Payne: I mean after me, tha past two t’hold dat belt wanna sit arahnd tellin’ campfire stories an’ snarlin’ in tha dark n’at. Like they in fuckin’ Goosebumps. “Tha Phantom O’Tha Colosseum!”

Morgan holds her hand up like she’s reading a neon marquee before the two women break into a snicker. However the snickering ends soon as a voice cuts in from off-screen

? ? ? ?: What's so funny? Wait. Don’t tell me. Merry Marilyn's chances of actually WINNING the World Title tonight. That's just HILARIOUS!

And into the shot walks Max Walker and Barry MacKenzie, the Carlton Crew! Max is cackling at his own joke, that same grating whiny cackle that is clearly as painful to hear as nails on a chalkboard. Max stares the girls down and then turns to look at Barry who half-shrugs.

Max Walker: Hey. Where’s the camaraderie? You’re supposed to laugh when I tell a joke.

Again Barry just shrugs and Max shoots him a scowl before turning back to Marilyn and Morgan.

Max Walker: Ladies. It's been what…..two weeks since we saw you last. And where exactly was that again? Big Barry here swears it was when we were beating you in the middle of that ring, but he’s got too much experience with whoppers for me to believe that. The burger AND the lies. So how about you girls? Any idea where you saw us last?

Morgan stands up off the bench from beside Mary, getting right up in Max’s face with all of the joy and humor leaving hers in the blink of an eye.

Morgan Payne: First of all…Max.

And she flicks the collar of his shirt.

Morgan Payne: I’ma forgive yinz both for jus’ bargain’ in ‘ere without knockin’. You lucky ain’t none of the others were here gettin’ dressed. Second of all?

Morgan puts a hand to her chin and feigns thinking really hard.

Morgan Payne: I ‘unno, I mean yinz look like a couple jagoffs from old sitcoms.

Morgan looks between Max and Barry for a second before snapping her fingers as a proverbial light bulb goes off in her head.

Morgan Payne: Ooh!

She points at Max.

Morgan Payne: Laurel…

Then points to Barry.

Morgan Payne: ...An’ Hardy! Yeah, I was watchin’ dat couple o’days ago. S’gotta be it.

She folds her arms, smirking almost smugly. The crowd is HOWLING with laughter at the reference.

Marilyn Matthews: I’d say The Three Stooges but they seem to be one stooge short. Where the hell do they train these assholes nowadays? Barging in here talking about my chances like I don’t hold the record for most World Title reigns and longest single reign of ANY title in the company. Holy fuck, y’all have the IQ of mayonnaise.

Max stares from Marilyn to Morgan for a moment, confusion stretching his face as he shakes his head a little.

Max Walker: Who the fuck are Laurel and Hardy?

Barry McKenzie: Stand-up Comedians. Fifties. They were classic. Gotta love the oldies.

Max turns slowly to stare at Barry, opening his mouth in shock at Barry talking, but then shutting it and shaking his head, turning back to face the women.

Max Walker: LOOK! It doesn’t matter who we remind you of. Or what you’ve done in the past. Because all that matters is the recent past. When, two weeks ago, me and Big Barry beat the two of you 1…2…3 in the middle of that ring. That's because We ARE the Carlton Crew and we are the best tag team in NFW today.

Max then reaches down to pat his shirt and looks over at Morgan and scowls.

Max Walker: And if you’re going to touch my shirt again, just know its worth more then your entire outfit. And it's the closest you’ll ever get to touching greatness. Ya greasy haired puttana!

Max quickly leaps behind Barry at the look that crosses her eyes. Popping his head up over the big man’s shoulder and keeping himself firmly behind Barry with a cheeky smirk. Mary shoots Morgan a ‘can you believe this guy’ look.

Marilyn Matthews: Listen here, Moe, you already proved you are a few nuggets short of a Happy Meal. You don’t have to double and triple down on it. I know you have to have things explained to you a dozen times, but not everyone has single-digit IQs like you two.

Mary stands up and takes a step towards the pair.

Marilyn Matthews: I mean, you could have picked a better name for your little ass-grabbing duo. Why name yourself after the dorkiest character in TV history? You want to see what the best in NFW looks like? Keep your eyes on the Main Event and watch as history is set as I break my own record.

Morgan’s fallen silent now, just staring at Max over Barry’s shoulder with a look of murder in her eyes. Max’s own bravado is showing itself again as he hides behind his bigger friend, while Barry merely looks bored. Or hungry. It's hard to tell.

Max Walker: Oh. I’ll be keeping a close eye on the main event. A very close one.

Max reaches into his pocket, and then shows what he has over Barry’s shoulder. A single front row seat ticket as Max grins.

Max Walker: So, I’ll get to watch you choke away a chance at history from right at ringside. And if you don’t know WHERE the Carlton Crew comes from, then I’d guess you’re the ones not paying attention to the Underbelly of Australian TV. See ya tonight, Mary Mary, Quite Contrary!

And with that same cackle Max backs up and walks out of the room. Barry stands there by himself for a moment but then turns and seeing Max has left, he looks back at Marilyn and Morgan, giving a small shrug before he too leaves the room. All sense of joy, every ounce of humor has left Morgan as she stares ahead of her and Mary at the door with a tightened jaw.

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. The four stand in the ring as Sykobitty is handed a microphone.

Eavan "Sykobitty" Maloney: Respect. Sometimes you have to have the loudest bark in the pound, or be the squeakiest wheel, to remind people you exist. In a perfect world, that shouldn’t be the case, but this world, this industry, and at times dare I say this company… isn’t perfect. So, as I tell my girls at home, as I tell these fans when I tap foreheads with them, and I will tell all of you here and at home. USE. YOUR. VOICE. DO NOT let anybody silence you. Do not let anyone make you feel they are superior. You are warriors with a voice, USE. IT!

The crowd gets loud which puts a smile on Eavan’s face as she taps her chest with pride.

Eavan "Sykobitty" Maloney: Do you know what using my voice got me lately? It got us the attention of the current Alliance champions, Sedition Rising. Hi. See you ladies after March Mayhem… IF you can hold those titles after that night that is. It also gave us our match coming up against Thicc Attack, who… if I watched enough shows lately…

Eavan winks to the camera.

Eavan "Sykobitty" Maloney: They were the team that LOST to the NOW Sedition Rising. Man, that was confusing to say. Okay, quick shoutout to my sister Vaily who’s pro debut in Steel City is this Friday. Happy birthday, kid, you deserve this. Psycho, talk to the people.

Psycho shrugs, a smile on her face.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: Aye, raisin’ yer voice did all tha and now we ‘ave tae prove it isnay empty talk. Thicc Attack bae goin’ trough some changes an’ we bae only too feckin’ ‘appy tae help tha along.

She nods and then looks back towards the entryway.

"Psycho" Saoirse Maguire: We bae ready tae show th’ world tha we bae more than jess peaple tha were singles champs once upon a time. I fael like I bae naedin’ tae r’mind ye all tha I was a tag taem champ haer wit me wife an’ I will bae again! Th’ time bae comin’ an I kinna wait tae get started!

Eavan "Sykobitty" Maloney: You look at Sedition Rising and their changes. Thicc Attack and their changes. Hell, we had to change too. We aren’t Gallus Mag, shout out to Bruiser. Ain’t none of us the same anymore, but it’s how well the changes stuck that will determine who the best team in NFW is. Thicc Attack, we’re not overlooking you. Hell, it can be joked that neither Sorsh or I can look over anything, but tonight we’re riding in focused, and riding out victorious.
The scene opens in a locker room backstage. Diamond Caldwell can be seen sitting down on a black steel folding chair. The crowd reacts lukewarm upon seeing her. While they may appreciate her actions last week, she hasn’t been a popular superstar her entire NFW run, so fully embracing her is not in the cards for now. As she finishes taping up her wrist, someone knocking at the door can be heard.

Diamond Caldwell: Whoever it is, I am about to step in the ring with a murderous bull. Might be a bad time to talk. Know what, screw it, there is a chance I might wind up in the hospital later. Might as well be conscious for this. Come on in.

We can hear the door opening. Whoever it is causes Diamond to spring to her feet. Judging by the expression on her face she wasn’t expecting the person outside the room to show up, it soon becomes clear who was on the other side of the door.

Jessi Ozborne.

The size difference stands out as Diamond towers over Jessi by seven inches. There is a bit of tension in the air. So much history between these two women.

Jessi Ozborne: Hey…

Diamond Caldwell: Hey…

The awkward silence hangs between the two for a moment. Neither of them really knew what to say to each other, despite their outspoken nature. The words usually exchanged between them were harsh ones, so it was hard for them to come up with the words necessary to speak to each other in any other manner.

Jessi Ozborne: Listen…what you did last week was…really fucking stupid…

Jessi can read Diamond’s facial expression tensing up upon realizing this was just gonna be another between them. She scrambles for damage control with her next words.

Jessi Ozborne: ...But I appreciated it. Not just for myself. If those empty-headed dumbfucks got the jump on me, I would’ve lived. Nothing I haven’t been through before. But I wouldn’t know how I could live with myself if something were to happen to Z, especially in the state she’s in. She was actually the one who told me to come here and say this to you face to face.

Diamond Caldwell: I know how it is like to have Alastar, Trixie and Toro back you into a corner. I got off easy. Trixie got her licks in, fair play, I did cost her a chance to get back into title contention. I knew she wouldn’t afford you or Zara the same luxury. I’m not trying to be a hero. I’m a bitch, I own up to that. The Wolves of Odinn can’t be allowed to enforce their will like that. How is Zara by the way? Is she ok?

Jessi Ozborne: Her shoulder’s still fucked up. Probably not gonna be around for the foreseeable. I’m just glad things aren’t even worse for her now. How you feeling about your match tonight?

Diamond Caldwell: What more can I do other than take the bull by the horns?

Diamond responds with a nervous chuckle.

Diamond Caldwell: In all seriousness, I’m not looking forward to what Trixie's pet bull has in store. People think I’m crazy for wanting this match. The way I see it, I need to strike first. He will find out real quick I am no one's appetizer. He may be big, nasty, and a brute. But he’ll find out why he exists in The Diamond Age.

Jessi curls her lip, almost as if she doesn’t want to say what she’s gonna say next.

Jessi Ozborne: Look…I fought Toro in the ring before. I mean, I’ve fought him in a whole bunch of places before…but that’s besides the point. He’s a tough motherfucker, and I’m sure you’re more than aware of what you’re getting yourself into. But I also don’t trust his little friends either. If anyone tries any bullshit, for lack of a better word, just know that the QoC has your back. All of us.[/font]

Diamond was taken aback by the words that left Jessi’s mouth. It was the last thing she was expecting to hear tonight. Took her a few seconds to process Jessi’s words.

Diamond Caldwell: Thank you. Not going to lie, this moment feels surreal. Who would have thought.

Diamond smirks. Her smirk soon fades.

Diamond Caldwell: Our common annoyances for The Wolves brought us here, we can both acknowledge that right?

Jessi offers a head nod. Not skipping a beat Diamond continues.

Diamond Caldwell: For what it's worth even if this thing with The Wolves didn’t bring us to this moment, I was hoping we could move past our previous differences. Hopefully, that’s a conversation we can have another time, if you’re open to it. Jessi, I respect your grind. Your hustle is out of this world, everything you’ve accomplished since the last time we fought, undeniable. You came a long way. I am certain you are gonna whoop Alastair’s ass and complete your journey.

Jessi Ozborne: I know I will. Just like when the time comes, you’re gonna do the same with Trixie. I’ve hardly given you the credit, but everything I am, for better or worse, has come down to you. For me, this is all just full circle. I said a few weeks ago that this was the final chapter, and I meant it. This story either ends with the right people on top, or me dying trying, and my heart doesn’t show any signs of stopping any time soon. Take care of Toro tonight. I’ll be watching.

Diamond Caldwell: Gonna do more than take care of business, I’m gonna neuter the bull.

There is a sense that Diamond and Jessi both spoke what needed to be said for the moment.

Diamond nods at Jessi. She returns the head nod in kind. Dat Girl has a match to get to, with that, she walks past Jessi to make the trek to the gorilla position for her match with Toro. Scene ends with Jessi alone in the locker room pressing what ended up being a positive exchange with Diamond Caldwell.
Cameras cut to somewhere backstage where they find SANADA and Risa Lemon storming through the halls together. The Silver Mountain title swings from Risa’s hand as the two Queens of Chaos tear their way through in hot pursuit of their quarry.

SANADA: SOFIA!!!!

SANADA shouts, her voice echoing throughout the halls. Both women are absolutely furious at the ending of their match together and they’re out to find the one responsible.

Risa Lemon: WHERE YOU AT, BITCH?!

SANADA: YOU FUCKING DEAD!!

The camera keeps out of their way but follows them as they shove the doors open into catering, their heads whipping around. Risa points at a staff member.

Risa Lemon: Hey! You see Sofia Hilton come through here?

The employee shakes his head, looking like a deer in headlights. Risa moves her fingers, pointing inquiringly at other workers who all shake their heads. With her anger boiling over, SANADA flips an entire catering table over, spilling food all over the floor and lets out a scream.

Risa Lemon: Hey hey, SANADA! We’ll find her. Come on. You just ruined the desserts!

SANADA whips her head around at Risa, about to say something when a voice cuts in.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Hey now! Y’all are making a mess!

SANADA and Risa turn to the General Manager and the former flies into a string of Japanese curses, leaving poor Jessie in a state of confusion until Risa puts a gentle hand on her fellow Queen’s shoulder.

Risa Lemon: Jessie…no disrespect intended but you saw what happened out there, I’m sure. Something’s gotta give.

SANADA starts to fly into another string of Japanese but Risa grabs her shoulder again to calm her down then looks at Jessica expectantly. Jessica presses her hands together, nodding.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I did, I did. I saw it. I’m sorry ladies. That shouldn’t have happened. Listen…SANADA? You want her? You got her. You’re owed that much after everything. Next week. You and Sofia Hilton. One on one. Sound good?

Jessica warily offers out a hand to SANADA who just snarls and nods in agreement before looking into the camera.

SANADA: Fucking DEAD!

SANADA storms off, leaving Jessica hanging. Risa watches her friend go before turning and giving her a quick handshake and a nod.

Risa Lemon: Pleasure doing business with you! SANADA, wait up!

Risa runs off and Jessica’s left in that baffled state before she turns and looks at the mess on the floor where she pouts.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Awwww…the bear claws!

Cameras cut back to ringside.
The camera pans across the ringside area, capturing the crowd and their excitement.

Nick Hanson: Well, once again we thank you for joining us ladies and gentlemen! This has been one hell of an episode of Collision so far!

Jim Reynolds: You couldn’t ask for more action than we have tonight, Nicky!

Olivia Mayfaire: Hey guys? Look over there.

Jim Reynolds: Where?

Olivia Mayfaire: Right there. Look.

Nick Hanson: Well, I’ll be…

Jim Reynolds: Is that…?

The camera settles on the same mysterious man in the front row from the previous two weeks. The same demeanor: stoic and calm while everyone around him cheers and waves at the camera.

Olivia Mayfaire: I’m gonna get a word.

Jim Reynolds: Where you going?!

Olivia stands up, removing her headset and grabs a microphone as she walks along the barricade at ringside.

Olivia Mayfaire: Chicago!! How we doing?!

The crowd cheers loudly as the camera follows Olivia along.

Olivia Mayfaire: You enjoying our big 200 so far?!

Crowd: YEEEEEEAAAAAH!!!!

Olivia Mayfaire: We wanna thank you for coming out! I see a lot of familiar faces here every week! Some new ones as well! Hey sir, how’s it going?

Olivia stops in front of a fan in the front row with his family. Everyone’s excited as they wave at the camera.

Fan: We’re loving the show, Olivia! We got the family pass package, we’re here every week!

Olivia Mayfaire: Fantastic! What match has been your favorite or which one are you looking forward too still?

Fan: Oh, we’re all about the World Title match! Let’s go!

Olivia Mayfaire: I think we all are. Believe me!

Olivia moves down the line, coming to the tattooed man sitting in the front row.

Olivia Mayfaire: You there! How’s it going? You enjoying the show tonight?

The tattooed man lifts his gaze up to Olivia from his seat and slowly rises to stand, easily about six foot give or take. He looms and looks down at Olivia yet he says nothing.

Tattooed Man: ......

Giving a quick look to the camera, Olivia smiles with some confusion on her face.

Olivia Mayfaire: We don’t recognize you as any of the regulars but we’ve definitely noticed your interest in the show these past few weeks. What’s your name?

Olivia extends the microphone to the man but still…nothing.

Tattooed Man: .....

The man suddenly turns away from Olivia and silently begins making his way through the ground level of the crowd, calmly leaving the scene with several fans around him in utter confusion and intrigue. Olivia watches him go then looks at the camera with a shrug before wrapping up.

Olivia Mayfaire: Enjoy the rest of the show, ladies and gentlemen!

It takes a moment before she settles back into her seat and puts her headset back on.

Jim Reynolds: That was weird…

Olivia Mayfaire: You’re telling me!
Alastair has his unit with him on hand to get some of the backstage experience while they were taking some time away from the base. They rarely got a chance to experience anything of entertainment value due to always being on call as they were a specialized unit that may be needed in various situations. He explained what was expected of them while spending time backstage.

Alastair Frost: Jessi is pissed off for involving myself in her business during her match but no one sees me upset over the fact that she involved herself in the business of a champion when she tries to call me out as champion to get herself into contention for the title. She had her chance in the past and she didn’t walk out with the title and at ascension, she will find out that things have not changed about the methodical and militaristic nature that I will always have.

Alastair motioned the Unit to head to the media and PR departments to be able to get their tickets and passes before heading to the arena. He knew they really wanted to see his match and being the main event, he didn’t want to be distracted while preparing.

Alastair Frost: Until Ascension, I will keep an eye on the woman who is highly emotionally charged to make notes about what needs to be done to KEEP the title in my possession while reminding her how a champion should act..

Alastair rarely went into the mind in order to manipulate people that way but it is sometimes needed to do so to deal with a possible opponent or future opponent.

Alastair Frost: My opponent tonight on Collision is a complete opposite than me in Marilyn Matthews. I have seen how she can be chaotic from time to time and it is something I have dealt with and it is something I can counteract in my own way. Structure is something I will always have in my life as a Marine and it has slipped into my wrestling. Something Ms. Matthews will need to learn if she wants to become a champion again. I will not allow the title match at Ascension or my lengthy title reign to be ruined because of a sudden title change on my watch

He heads to the locker rooms to prepare himself and change into his gear.
Cameras go into the locker room of enhancement talent, where it is just two wrestlers of Konrad Raab and a guy Konrad has taken a liking to lately due to the respect Konrad had for the wrestler he fought against in his first match in New Frontier Wrestling and the fact that he had to learn some Aussie/New Zealand language due to his racing teammate being from there, Jason Gray. He was all hyped up and patted Konrad on the back, still with his wrestling gear on.

Jason Gray: "You squiz that? I kicked ass in that ring tonight. Beating a bunch of bitches was fun. I'm the top wrestler in this place."

Konrad Raab: "I did, and you did great. You know I respected you during our match, but you have some way to go before you can proclaim yourself a great wrestler, pal."

Jason Gray: "Come on, Konrad, I dealt with a ton of pricks earlier tonight. I'm the king of that lumberjack match, the Swiss Army Knife, master of all trades of professional wrestling. At least I got some action out there tonight, Mr; I'm not sitting on the sidelines."

Konrad shook his head, although it did remind him how he came into the business: his attitude was obnoxious and over the top.

Konrad Raab: "I had to understand a lot this week where I have to sit on the sidelines as I can't wrestle every single week from my therapists and New Frontier Wrestling staff. As I said, you have a long way to go; your attitude stinks. You need to listen to what people say. I'm the only guy who has given you respect because you deserve it after our hard-hitting match, but I question that right now."

Jason Gray: "It makes sense when you can't deny I'm a better wrestler than you. I'm a master of trades. I got a taste of Risa Lemon's face on my fist, which proves I've fought a champion before you did."

Konrad Raab: "OK pal, now let me talk about open challenges I've been making that you approved of was a good idea earlier."

It was the first time in a very long time Konrad spoke to another wrestler that wasn't him or his team he had elsewhere. Although he finds Jason obnoxious, Konrad sees potential in him. He rubs his fists together and looks directly at the camera with Jason in the background.

Konrad Raab: "You see, I put out these open challenges to prove myself and speaking to Jason here only proves I have a long way to go to improve myself. I came to talk to Jason here because I legitimately respect him, even if he doesn't come across that way on camera, but he gave me a fight and one I needed. Kilian has been silent as a rock since I defeated him because of Johnny Towers' interference. I wished I could've beaten Killian alone, but I understand that Johnny needed to give Killian payback for what he did the week before."

Jason Gray: "But you still whipped that asshole to the next century. I give Konrad a hard time, but he knows he needs this."

Konrad Raab: "Indeed, and this dude might be annoying, but I need someone like him and you wrestlers to piss me off. I thought it would get people's attention when I flipped birds at the camera, which is essentially what I did. I want people to go after me and beat the hell out of me. But I go and get someone to put my fist into because I'm still an asshole, although it hasn't come across like that.

A short pause as Konrad shakes his head about his open challenges being ignored. Jason sees Konrad's anger and stands back from him for the time being.

Konrad Raab: "I want to win a championship here, and I want to face people in the ring. I want people to accept my open challenge to face me in the ring because if not, I'll do something to one of you wrestlers that you will regret ignoring me or not responding to my open challenges because all I want to do is perform, and that's that."

Konrad looks serious before Jason jumps in like a crazed man, patting Konrad's shoulder to give himself time to overshadow Konrad's comments.

Jason Gray: "Yeah, this man is going to rock the New Frontier Wrestling world, even with me stepping on his toes and poking fun at his boringness so far. But the guy wants to be aggressive, and he wants to be the centre of attention in the wrestling ring, just like me, since he's the German army knife. I'm the Swiss army knife, which can be dangerous for anyone at this point, but I'm still the best thing going on TV and in the ring, and nobody can deny me otherwise and Konrad's the next big thing that will win New Frontier Wrestling titles, if he doesn't lose matches to do so."

Konrad felt that pretty bad since he has too much of a history of losing title matches, but at the same time, Jason had pushed him to limits. Konrad ignores it as hard as it was with the comment, but he looks dead serious about the meaning of his open challenges, and the camera goes elsewhere in the arena.
As “Bodies” plays and Alastair Frost celebrates the retaining of his championship, Marilyn Matthews leaves ringside, angered by the distraction of Max Walker. At that moment, Alastair’s music is cut off by “God’s Country”, bringing the World Champion’s attention to slowly turn towards the stage, lowering his title onto his shoulder. Fans cheer as NFW management’s resident sweetheart, Jessica Clarkson-Morian walks out onto the stage, flanked by her personal security (and husband) Nathanael. Jessie smiles humbly, warmly at the crowd reception before raising a hand, asking production to cut her music as she raises a microphone and looks down at the ring. Beside her, Nathanael just stares down at the ring with a piercing gaze, black bat resting on his shoulder.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Why thank y’all very much. I appreciate the warm response! Did y’all enjoy tonight’s show?

Chicago responds with a booming pop and Jessie lets them settle down before continuing.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Now then, Mr. Alastair Frost. Congratulations on another successful defense of the World Championship. Y’all know I mean it from the heart when I say you’re our top guy right now. Been that way since you took that belt from Dona Rotten, last year. Now, that being said, I’m gonna be straight as an arrow with ya: I don’t understand where people like y’all get off on butting in on matters not concerning ya. I get that you and your bunch, y’all call yourselves Wolves, but this here ain’t a zoo, Mr. Frost, and it sure as pie ain’t the wild. It’s a combat sport, sure, but it’s a business. I expect y’all to act like professionals around here. Not animals.

She pauses as the crowd stirs, gauging the champion’s reaction in the ring. Frost stands there stoically, almost looking amused at the analogy, willing to test that theory of the General Manager’s.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I see that smile Mr. Frost. My eyes are mighty good, even from here. So, since you seem to want a fight so bad, I’m glad because I already got your next one lined up. Next week, here at Collision, Mr. Frost, you and Trixie Decker will have a tag team match. Your opponents will be none other than Diamond Caldwell…and Jessi Ozborne.

The fans get loud again, loving the announcement which puts a smile on Jessica’s face but she raises a hand. Alastair looks impassive at the news, simply nodding in acceptance. A fight’s a fight.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Now now, hold on. I ain’t done, y’all!

She turns that hand, lowering it to point at Alastair.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: And if Ms. Caldwell and Ms. Ozborne win that match? They get y’all one on one. It’ll be Diamond Caldwell taking on Trixie Decker…and it’ll be you and Jessi Ozborne. April 30th. At Ascension V…for the NFW World Championship!

Frost is fuming now as Chicago gets loud again and Jessica simply lowers her microphone and “God’s Country” resumes as she waves goodnight to the crowd and heads backstage, Nathanael following behind her as the credits appear on the bottom of the screen.
Nick Hanson: What a way to end this historic two hundredth episode of Tuesday Night Collision, guys!

Jim Reynolds: Hell of a match! Hell of a show! But we’re all out of time for toni--

Olivia Mayfaire: Hold on Jim! I’m getting word that something is going on in the parking lot and we need to get a camera back there stat!

We immediately cut backstage to the parking lot where a large group of people are standing at the foot of one of the NFW production trucks and looking up, from EMT’s to officials, to security and even some of the on-screen talent are there, including Collision General Manager, Jessica Clarkson-Morian.

Nick Hanson: What the Hell is going on?!

Jim Reynolds: I have no idea, Nick… but if our GM is out there… it can’t be good.

Olivia Mayfaire: Whatever is going on, it appears to be going on top of one of our production trucks.

Soon enough, we finally get a shot at the top of the truck where we see a heavy breathing Killian Oliver who is grasping at the mohawk of a barely conscious and bloody Johnny Towers. Oliver glances down at the crowd of people below and chuckles before then spotting the camera on him as he points to it.

Killian Oliver: Hey you?! Yes, the moron behind the camera! Zoom in real close!

The camera slowly zooms in on the two men on top of the truck.

Killian Oliver: You want something to remember this special two hundredth episode by?! Well then check this shit out!

The Washington native then hoists Towers up onto his shoulders and slowly side steps closer to the edge of the truck which causes the crowd below to start yelling at Oliver to rethink whatever it is he’s thinking of doing.

Nick Hanson: Good God Almighty! What is Killian doing?!

Jim Reynolds: Someone needs to get him and Towers down from there now!

Olivia Mayfaire: They’re trying too, Jim! But it doesn’t look like Killian is listening!

Oliver lets out a roar before then nailing Towers with Go The Fuck To Sleep which sends the Ultraviolent Anarchist falling from the top of the production truck as we hear some screams from some of the spectators as Towers crashes onto the top of a car parked beside the truck with a sickening thud and EMT’s immediately rush over to the now unconscious man.

Nick Hanson: He killed him! My God he just killed him!

Jim Reynolds: ...

Olivia Mayfaire: ...

Oliver stares down at the carnage below, and it’s almost as if his eyes are glazed over and he’s in some sort of trance. The EMT’s then quickly roll a stretcher over to where Towers is laid out and they all try their best to carefully maneuver his body onto the stretcher.

Nick Hanson: End the show already damn it! This is too much!

And with that, the show's feed abruptly cuts off.