NFW Collision #202!

Standing in the ring, dressed in an all black suit with no undershirt and dark sunglasses is Jason Shade. Standing immediately to his right is his manager, Grace Radley, dressed in white from head to toe. Both of them are holding microphones.

Jason Shade: As I stated on X, we are here. I turn things over to my partner Grace Radley. She is far more eloquent than I am. Grace?

He takes a step back, allowing her to take center stage.

Grace Radley: Thank you, Jason. My client has been watching and waiting for the perfect opportunity to make his presence known, and last week’s open challenge by Konrad Raab was the moment he needed. Although dismissed at the start of the match as nothing more than an “indy darling”, my client took a respected veteran to a time limit draw - which neither Konrad nor Jim Reynolds at the commentary desk expected. I never doubted him for a second, however. And neither should any of you, after his performance last week.

Jason Shade: Thank you, Grace.

He takes two steps forward, resuming his place in the middle of the ring.

Jason Shade: I hold no ill will toward Mr. Raab. What I do hold is a match that did not truly end. You see, NFW universe, I am only here for one reason. Not for popularity. Not for titles or fame. No.

He removes his sunglasses, looking into the camera, his green eyes flecked with with rust colored specks.

Jason Shade: I am merely here to fight. Men. Women. Champions. It does not matter. Grace and I are here to be the ultimate challenge. The greatest obstacle for any single member of this roster to face. To start things off?

Shade takes a deep breath, and Grace puts a hand on his shoulder, nodding once as if to tell him to continue. He nods back, and exhales.

Jason Shade: Konrad Raab. I am not satisfied with the way our last encounter ended. You seemed so keen on open challenges. I will follow suit. I challenge you, Konrad, to a match with no time limit. The only way the fight ends is with either a pin or submission. But be warned. Not just you, but the entire roster should take heed.

Jason looks back at Grace.

Jason Shade: Lay a single finger on Ms. Radley, and the entirety of my fury will rain down on you. There are no rules that will stop me. When you step into the ring for a fight with me, your fight is strictly with me.

He turns to Grace.

Jason Shade: Anything else you'd like to say, Ms. Radley?

Grace looks up at her client and smiles at him.

Grace Radley: I think you’ve covered it well. My client is here to fight whoever steps into a ring with him. No more, no less. I am here to manage his business and to provide moral support during his matches. I realize that this is not a business where honesty is often found, but you will see that neither of us are out to deceive. Jason is the best fighter on this roster, and he is capable of things no one but me has seen yet. Last week was merely a preview of what you can all expect from my client. As for Mr. Raab?

Grace looks directly into the camera, addressing him through it.

Grace Radley: If you’re half the fighter you claim to be? You’ll give Jason the match he deserves. Or I will make sure this entire company knows that you’re a coward who avoids challenges not of his own making. We’ll expect your answer by the next Collision.

Jason and Grace drop their microphones, and he sits down on the middle rope to allow her to exit.

The scene comes up backstage where you see Devyn Mitchell standing there looking at the camera. She has a mic up to her mouth as she starts to speak to the camera.

Devyn Mitchell: Ladies and gentlemen in just a few moments, we’re about to see Cait and Kasumi going at it. I have to say that….

Just then Chris enters the scene as Devyn looks at him and puts a mic up to his mouth and looks at her. He saw the reply at Collison where Cait interfered in his match against Zoey. He’s wearing his wrestling gear and the WWH International Championship on his shoulder.

Chris Matthews: Let me stop you right there, Devyn. I have things that I want to get off my mind and that’s about what happened at Collison with Cait helped me out …which by the way I didn’t know until I saw the reply. Cait, I didn’t need your help to beat Zoey, but I do appreciate it. Zoey, you and I have a match tonight in the main event and if you think I need Cait's help to beat you, then you’re full of bullshit. Tonight, I’m going to prove to the entire world why I’m the most talked about superstar in this roster. Nobody can do what I can, and they all know it.

Devyn keeps the mic up to his mouth as he continues to talk about tonight and a few other things that’s on his mind.

Chris Matthews: But I’ll continue to talk about you in a bit, Zoey. I have other things that I want to say and that’s concerning Skylar. Skylar, what happened to you? It seems that you continue to be in tag team matches and not singles. What gives? Honestly, I think you don’t have what it takes and everyone sees that. But you want to know something else? I know you’re not the extreme type which is why you didn’t go after Aaron Jones. You came after me for my international Championship.

He looks at the belt on his shoulder and gives off a little smile.

Chris Matthews: Which brings me to my choice of match that I want against you, Skylar. You see, I wanted to put you through hell and that is why my choice of match is HELL IN A CELL! That’s right, Skylar. I want to put you through hell and now I can. You see, I want to grind your face against that cell and watch you bleed all over. And Skylar, I know you’re watching this, and I want you to take it all in. Cause, it’s time to see how far you’re willing to go.

Devyn Mitchell: That's a big claim, Chris. But let's move on tonight when You go up once again against Zoey.

He looked her in the eyes as he was about to answer.

Chris Matthews: Zoey, don’t think I forgot about her. Zoey runs her mouth, which is what the roster in the company does. But when you look at me, I don’t need to run my mouth. You see, what everyone saw on twitter was nothing but the truth. I don’t need to say anything that’s not true. I speak the truth and tonight Zoey is going to learn to keep that mouth of hers shut.

He looked at the camera and continued to speak.

Chris Matthews: Zoey, what happened to you at Collison was bad…for you, but good for me. But you see, I don’t need Cait to help beat you. But with everything that you said on twitter, I’m sure she’s going to try to stick her nose in my business again. But if she stays back, then I can promise you that it’s going to be just you and me. Be ready, Zoey. Cause tonight, I’m going to make you famous.

He walks away as the camera comes up to the first match.
We cut backstage where we see Lilith Meadows hiding off in a dark corner. Near her we see what looks like a massive hand covered in powder. She sits there, trying not to giggle as she motions for the camera to come closer to her. The camera moves in closer to Lilith’s face as she grabs it and looks right into the lens.

Lilith Meadows: Shhhhh…Konrad is my new buddy. I’m tryin to get him with this super duper amazin awesome prank I saw somewhere before. Jack something did it and I thought it was super duper funny.

Lilith giggles as she hops down from where she was sitting. She hears footsteps coming down the adjacent hallway as she peaks for a moment before darting back around the corner to ensure nobody saw her. She grabs a remote with a big red button in the middle and she just waits patiently.

Coming down the adjacent hallway, we see Kaya Parker, not Konrad Raab. Lilith though, has the remote ready to go as she hears the footsteps grow closer. Before you know it, she hits the button and the giant hand comes swinging around the corner, catching Kaya right in the face as a huge puff of white dust scatters into the air.

A loud giggle can be heard coming from Lilith as she runs off into the darkness.

Kaya on the other hand looks pissed off, knowing and hearing that laugh. She lets out a scream and marches off to find the culprit of what just happened to her.
Raseri: Tanja Devereaux.

The scene opens up to Raseri sitting in a bare room. No lockers or benches. No posters. No decorations on the walls. Just a dark, bare room with a single lightbulb and a chair. One of the folding types of chairs.

And Raseri was sitting lazily in it. Kind of stretched out. One leg straight out; the other kind of bent at the knee. Her left arm rested against her left thigh as the right arm was draped over the back of the chair.

Raseri: What was going through your brain when you decided to step into a situation that has nothing to do with you. You weren’t even on my radar…

She laughed darkly.

Raseri: That is, until you pulled a bitch move and decided to make yourself known by “saving” Ashley Fuckin’ Kenyon. And yes, Kenyon, I know you’re still standing. Do you really think that if I wanted you completely down, I couldn’t’ve accomplished that?

She genuinely laughed now.

Raseri: Have you even been paying attention, Ashley? What about you, Devereaux?

She pushed herself forward and planted her forearms on her knees.

Raseri: Regardless of your answer, Tanja, that doesn’t change the consequences of your interference. Because now?

She leaned down and picked up her bat and stood. Once again resting it across her shoulders and hooked her wrists over it.

Raseri: Now, you get to experience what I was saving for Ashley.

She turned to walk away from the camera.

Raseri: You fucked with the wrong Wolf, Tanja. You really should’ve just left well enough alone. But, here we are.

She stopped walking. Her back still to the camera.

Raseri: Run, Tanja. Run.

And the screen suddenly goes to static.
We cut backstage once again, this time in catering where we see Lilith Meadows, a plate full of candy, smiling and humming along as she pops a piece of chocolate in her mouth. She doesn’t seem to have a care in the world right now.

Kaya Parker: You! You’re going to pay for what you did!

Lilith looks up and we see Kaya Parker come marching in, body still covered in the white powder from just a little while ago. Lilith can’t help but giggle at the sight, but before she knows it, Kaya is leaping over the table, taking Lilith to the ground. Lilith screams in surprise as Kaya is on top of her, throwing down lefts and rights, Lilith doing her best to break free, finally does as she scrambles to her feet, now ready for Kaya.

Kaya charges in at Lilith once again, but Lilith is able to sidestep her this time, sticking a foot out and tripping the woman, causing her to stumble for a few steps before Lilith just shoves her, sending her into another table full of food. Kaya almost goes face first into a cake, but she stops herself just before as Lilith grins and charges in, but Kaya is able to deliver a back elbow to Lilith, causing her to stumble back. Kaya once again charges in, taking Lilith to the ground with a double leg takedown. She gets to her feet, grabbing a chair and as Lilith is working on getting up, is met in the back with the chair by Kaya. Lilith drops back down to the ground as Kaya hammers the chair into her back. Kaya tosses the chair away before lifting Lilith up to her feet, clearing off a nearby table. She lifts Lilith up on her shoulders, delivering a death valley driver to her right through the table. Kaya gets back up to her feet, but before any more damage can be done, referees and other backstage officials are on the scene, pulling Kaya away from her as Lilith rolls around in pain and is getting checked on.

Kaya Parker: That’s what happens when you mess with me, Faerie! I’m coming for your title!
The scene cuts backstage to a shot of ‘Big’ Barry MacKenzie strolling down the hallway, a snarl on his face, and flicking his hair back behind his head. Right beside him is Max Walker, bouncing on his feet, dressed in a garish Hawaiian shirt, and grinning ear-to-ear.

Max Walker: Barrryyyyy! Tonight’s the big night Bazza! Ya get to squash that little bitch Mary! Right in the middle of that ring! Quite Contrary, Little Miss Marry! Met Big Barry and got squashed like a fairy!

Barry stops and turns to look at him, an eyebrow arching as he stares at Walker for a moment. Max stares back and throws his hands wide open.

Max Walker: What? I meant because she’s small like Tinkerbell. Come on Bazza. You know me better than that.

Barry rolls his eyes and then starts to walk around another corner, but stops and Max comes face-to-face with Marilyn and Morgan. Max cackles and claps his hands as he stares at them.

Max Walker: Hey look! Talking about the fairy, here she is. And she got her own Peter Pan right behind her! And hey tonight, Barry gets to hit you so damn hard we’ll see all that magic dust fly right out of ya!

Barry looks at Max again, and Max looks over at him. There’s a moment of silence and then Barry raises his hand, wiggling it a little and Max nods knowingly.

Max Walker: Yeah. Joke didn’t quite work. I’ll get there though. Tearing off her wings….She’s a Hooker……There’s something there, I just…..

Barry suddenly lashes out, gently swatting Max’s arm, and The Mouth looks at him, before Max looks at Barry hurt, but then looks to see Mary and Morgan are both still staring him down.

Max Walker: What? It's not easy to come up with these jokes on the spot, okay. I need to work on them. I can’t just come out and call Morgan a Puta every week. It gets dull. It's not wrong, it’s just repetitive. Unlike her clients. You seem like a one-and-done type to me.

Morgan and Mary stand beside each other as Max berates them, seemingly endlessly. Morgan’s arms are crossed while Mary’s hands rest on her hips. The two each give the Crew a look before looking at each other.

Morgan Payne: A’ight, ahnno mothafuckahs be gettin’ us all in tha Kingdom confused but even Towers and Oliver know who tha Faerie is and…

The Italian pauses, looking around and behind them before looking back directly at Max.

Morgan Payne: ...I don’t see Lily ‘rahnd here anywhere. Far as everything else goes? I betchu wish…

Same as their last backstage encounter, Morgan reaches out and flicks the collar of Max’s shirt.

Morgan Payne: But even then, I got better taste than some jagoff who struts arahnd, tryina pass off cheap beachwear like Louis Vutton..

During the exchange Mary had stood there silently, thinking. She pats Morgan with the back of her hand.

Marilyn Matthews: You know, baby, I couldn’t quite put my finger on who this mouthy chucklefuck reminds me of. I finally figured it out.

She shoots Morgan a look before glaring back at Max.

Marilyn Matthews: That cousin of yours that is that walking stereotype. What’s his name, the fucking moron…

Without missing a beat.

Morgan Payne: Gino?

Morgan looks from Mary to Max again, squinting her eyes and rubbing her chin. Then she nods.

Morgan Payne: I see it now! Yeah!

Marilyn Matthews: Yeah, Gino! Just runs his fuckin cock sucker without two brain cells to rub together.

She paused a looked Max up and down.

Marilyn Matthews: And talks way too much shit without a single iota of ability to back it up.

Max stares between the two of them for a long moment and then cackles again and slaps Barry on the back, as he laughs, while leaning in to rest his head on the big man’s shoulder. After a moment he looks at Barry with a shake of his head.

Max Walker: Can you believe these two? A regular Hamish and Andy over here. Talking about us having no talent? Did that concussion from Davis shake my memory that bad, or did we really kick their ass last month?

Without waiting for a response from his friend though Max turns and locks eyes with Morgan, stepping closer to her with that same giant smirk on his face.

Max Walker: And as for you. Your ‘fees’ would cost even less than this shirt. Which, I’m surprised you’re not jumping at the chance for. Considering how little you’ve been booked lately, you must be begging for a chance to get on your back aga–.

WHAM! Morgan doesn’t even let Max finish as she jerks forward, slamming her forehead right into his chin. Max falls back into Barry who grabs his partner and moves him out of harm’s way. Morgan’s almost on them again before Mary mirrors “Big B” and holds her back as nearby staff and officials come running over to see what’s going on.

Morgan Payne: YEAH, YINZ AIN’T SO FUCKIN’ MOUTHY NOW, ARE YA?!

Mary wraps her arms around Morgan and pulls her back a few steps.

Marilyn Matthews: Chill babe. Tranquillo.

As Mary tries to calm her wife down verbally, she is shooting daggers at the Carlton Crew. Max is clutching his jaw behind Barry’s back but points at Morgan with a scowl.

Max Walker: You’re gonna pay for that. I’m under concussion protocols. Means NO TOUCHING. You dumb cunt! You’ll pay! YOU’LL FUCKIN’ PAY!

Barry finally just picks Max up over his shoulder, and heads the other way, dragging his partner yelling and screaming away down a corridor, while security starts to surround Mary and Morgan. Morgan leans over Mary, shouting back.

Morgan Payne: Yeah, come see me when ya get ahffa dat! I’ll put ya right back ahn it! Sei stupido cazzo!!

She tries to force her way by still but Mary keeps her at bay with a combination of her own body as a wall and anything she can do to cool her down. Morgan’s eyes shift to Mary, ignoring security for now.

Morgan Payne: Boo? I swear t’fuckin god. Voy a matar a ese hijo de puta.

Marilyn Matthews: Hey! Hey. I know. Just take a breath. He’s wanting to get you riled up like this. Let's go. Leave the little boyfriends to each other.

Mary does her best to try and guide Morgan away from the scene. Morgan lets out a huff and starts to follow, finally acknowledging security.

Morgan Payne: Tha fuck yinz lookin’ at?

The head security guard holds up a finger to her while listening to his hand radio.

Security: Miss Payne, per Mrs. Morian, you’re to take the rest of the night off. She’d like you to go back to the hotel and relax.

Morgan stops in her tracks with Mary and turns directly toward them.

Morgan Payne: Say fuckin’ what now?!

Security: She’d like you out of the arena, ma’am. Says it’s not a request.

Morgan Payne: Ohhh fuck AHFF!!!

Morgan looks at Mary, then back to the security team. Before long she does relent and starts storming off towards the locker rooms, kicking a trash can over on the way.

Morgan Payne: FUCK!!!!

Mary takes a deep breath and slowly exhales. She once again glares at Carlton Crew and then starts to follow Morgan. Her eyes were darting around as her mind raced on how to handle this situation.
Cameras are located in Konrad's locker room, and he has Jason Gray, the guy he respected when Konrad debuted, primarily so that Konrad can get used to the New Zealand language. Still, at the same time, he needed to fuel his fire, although Jason knew the big news for Konrad that had been announced on Twitter recently. They sat in Konrad's locker room; although he wasn't wrestling tonight, he did want camera time to discuss matches from last week and at the PPV. Jason got in front of the camera.

Jason Gray "This is big news for this man, who recently became a title contender."

Konrad Raab: "Yet, I was only told by fans at the NASCAR Richmond race about being a title contender for the Perseverance Championship. But I got something to talk about that I need to address."

Jason Gray "Yeah, you were not able to win against this new dude last week in your open challenge, Jason Shade. You wrestled like a pussy last week, bro, what the hell happened? I would be able to kick Jason Shade's ass easily."

Konrad shook his head. It had been a pretty rough match for him, and he was disgusted that he failed to finish him off.

Konrad Raab: "He's a tough bastard to put down, Jason. I did everything I could, but the time expired. I heard what I said from NASCAR fans passing the message onto me about him saying words, time won't always be there to save me."

Jason Gray "The guy is an idiot. Time always saves someone; better make sure you don't make mistakes like that again."

Konrad Raab: "That was tough to take, I admit that. At the same time, Jason, you can't win every single match, and if anything, I'm honoured and glad Jason Shade gave me a hard time. I'm glad he made the match difficult for me to win, just like you and everyone else I fought so far, but he's been the only one who outwrestled me."

Jason Gray "I'm the swiss army blade and I'm the master of all trades. I would be able to kick this guy's ass with my hands tied behind my back. I use kicks to knock that guy down. Especially, he sickens me to share the same first name as me. I'm the king of wrestling."

He paused again to think about how Jason was doing everything to get Konrad angry, acting better than he was. Konrad scratched his head and covered it with his arms.

Jason Gray "Oh come on, I haven't made you mad already, have I?"

Konrad Raab: "Nope, just thinking how much of a douchebag you are and how hard it is to maintain my anger, but at the same time, I can't blow the fact everything I say and do reflect on the progress of my mentality both in and out of sports, more I don't want to make the mistakes I've done already."

Jason Gray "You're a giant puss; I don't have anything stopping me. I'm the best wrestler in the world and better than you, Konrad. Why? Because I believe in myself every time I wrestle."

That had always been the hard thing for Konrad to believe in himself.

Konrad Raab: "Yep, that part has been the hardest: having positivity around me. And since being here, it's been going that way so far, but this man reminds me of something: that he's provoking me because I needed fuel to the fire; otherwise, I will not progress."

Of course, Konrad needed to address some things Jason mentioned earlier.

Konrad Raab: "Jason Shade, I'd be honoured to face you in the ring someday because I felt we had a ton of unfinished business with you, and I honestly assumed we'd tackle our unfinished business with each other at Ascension five, but I'm in a title match with Lilah Meadows for the Perseverance title and I'm pretty excited about it, although there is one problem about me I've not yet tackled that involves the title, but a test I take gladly."

Jason Gray "Fuck it, let me say it. Konrad wants to face you again, Jason Shade, and he wants the match next week to finish things once and for all on Collision."

Konrad Raab: "He's not wrong; I have said to Jason Gray, I set out to challenge you, Shade, to a one-on-one match on Collision next week so I can get that win I deserve. I need to continue my streak and show Lilah Meadows how much Burned In Blood is willing to push himself to go out there and beat you. I need to have that rematch with you to determine who the top wrestler is out of both of us. I expect your answer whenever you can so we can face each other next week. Trust me, you will get me to be extremely aggressive towards you, no bullshit, and it's not out of respect; I respect you more than most people, but I need to beat you viciously and brutally."

Jason Gray "Because nobody shares the same name as me, and you will get wreaked by Konrad, and I will wreak you at some point as well."

Jason embraces being in front of the camera again while Konrad relaxes and smiles. However, Konrad wants to be a lot more aggressive. You can see Konrad grit his teeth and make a right-hand fist punch at the camera as the camera moves elsewhere in the arena.
The scene comes up backstage and Chris is seen walking down the hallways wearing his ring gear and the WWH International Championship around his waist. He checked the bands on his wrist as he was close to head to the ring area. Just then he was approached by a backstage employee and said that Raseri wanted to talk to him. He scuffs a bit as he was pointed towards where she’s at. Chris walks that way and sees her there in the hallway looking at him along with Nyxx.

Chris Matthews: What do you want, Raseri? Can’t you see that I’m about to head out for an important match?

Chris has always been a hothead, but the way he spoke to her wasn’t out of disrespect. In fact, he respects her enough to let her know how important this match is to him.

When he approached her and spoke, Raseri turned and looked up at him. She tilts her head slightly and gives a bit of a dark smirk.

Raseri: Chris! How fortuitous to see you. I know your match is important. That’s why I’m here, in fact. Have you thought about my offer?

Chris Matthews: Honestly? I haven’t all that much. Had too much on my mind, if you want me to tell the truth. But, now that we’re on the subject, what’s in it for me? What do I get in return for joining?

He tilts his head to the side a bit while keeping his eyes on her. It wasn’t hard to read her mind, but this could be a good chance for Chris to help fight a battle that he can’t do on his own.[/color]

She resumed her lean against the wall. Which had, apparently, become a habitual pose for her. And she recrossed her arms.

Raseri: What do you want?

Chris Matthews: I want a lot, Raseri. I want money, my own bike, and I want you guys to help me get a title. Just kidding on the last one because I know I can do that on my own.

They are talking with a camera on them. But they need to pretend that there’s no camera to really help sell everything.

Chris Matthews: What do you say, Raseri? Can you give me all that?

Chris's eyes focused on her as he was taking in everything that he said. He wants those, but knows that everything about him is going to change if he gets it.

Chris Matthews: Oh, and I want to run my own crew.

She listened to everything that he put out and stayed silent for a moment.

Then nodded.

Raseri: Done.

She reached into her pocket and pulled out a set of keys. Tossing them to Chris.

Raseri: All yours.

Then she nodded over to Nyxx and the tiny woman (she’s only 5ft tall) leaned down to pick up a dufflebag. And she tossed at Chris’ feet.

Raseri: And done.

Raseri pushed up and away from the wall, though her arms were still crossed.

Raseri: As for your own crew. We can go through and discuss that. But, we do have a few that are… Ripe… For some dirty work.

Chris saw the keys in his hand and gave off a slight smile. He looks down at his feet to see the money. He leans down and opens the bag to lots and lots of benjamins stacked high.

Chris Matthews: Perfect. This will help out my family out for years and years.

He looks up at Raseri and grabs the bag and hands it to a backstage worker and tells them to put it in his locker room.

Chris Matthews: Okay, it’s a deal. Just give me a location that you need people and I’ll be there.

He heard his music as he walked away from Raseri and the others as he walked up the steps to get to the main ring area.

Nyxx and Raseri watched Chris walk away and the smaller woman looked up to Raseri and signed.

Nyxx: You were right.

Raseri smiled knowingly.

Raseri: I usually am.

And they headed off themselves.