NFW Collision #204!

Collision opens up after the intro with the cameras finding The Kingdom’s locker room backstage. Interviewer Amanda Thorn knocks on the door with her microphone ready. A moment passes before the door opens a crack then opens more, revealing Gabby Cassiano. Rather, the top of her head, that is…

Gabby Cassiano: Oh! Hi! Uhhh…Amanda, right?”

Amanda Thorn: Yes! Hi there! I was ju–

Amanda stops, looks at the camera and seems to know how the shot looks. She reaches out with a hand on top of the camera and inches the lens down so the fans can actually see the petite young woman she’s talking to. Gabby just smiles and waves to the viewers as Amanda continues.

Amanda Thorn: I was hoping I could get a quick word with a couple of the girls before they go out to the ring tonight. Is…everyone decent?

Gabby Cassiano: Huh? Oh! Yeah! They are! One sec!

Gabby looks over her shoulder.

Gabby Cassiano: Ayy, cugina!

Voice: Yo!

Gabby Cassiano: Hai tempo per un colloquio?

Voice: Figlio di puttana...Fine!

Gabby Cassiano: Come on in!

Gabby opens the door, making room for Amanda and the cameraman. The first sign of any member of The Kingdom is Amanda coming upon Christina Olson in final preparations for her match.

Amanda Thorn: Christina! Hello! Hope I’m not being a bother. I suppose I should start with you. You have a match up in just a couple of moments against Cait Flanagan. How you feeling tonight?

Christina looks at her, then looks back at the rest of her family. She flashes a quick smile before deciding to answer.

Christina Olson: I’d be lyin if I told ya I’m a hundred percent confident that I’m gonna go out there and put a whoopin on Cait, but I ain’t. If anyone has been payin attention, I ain’t exactly that confident, I can take on the world and whatever it throws at my Christina for a while now. Hell, I don’t know if I’ll ever be back to that version of myself, but right now, I’m takin it one step at a time, tryin to find myself still and get back to what it is I know I can do.

Chrissy then turns back and looks right at Morgan, her expression becoming a little more somber in that moment.

Amanda Thorn: It hasn’t gone unnoticed that you’ve had your struggles as of late, especially after last year’s Reckoning Day. I’m sure you’ve had the support of The Kingdom in getting back on your feet. This may possibly be the opportunity you need to really find your spark again, am I wrong?

Christina nods her head, turning her attention back to Amanda, flashing another soft smile before glancing back at the rest of The Kingdom.

Christina Olson: I have and tonight might just be that chance and opportunity. It’s been a long, hard…

Lilith Meadows: That’s what she said?

The rest of the group, including Christina look back, seeing the blonde faerie standing there, a big grin on her face as she pulls out a Hershey’s Chocolate Bar from her top and opens it up before beginning to eat it. Christina shakes her head before turning her attention back to Amanda.

Christina Olson: As I was sayin, it’s been a tough road, lotsa therapy, lotsa love, and a whole hell of a lot of training. I know everything won’t come back immediately, but I gotta take it one step at a time. Cait is gonna be a tough challenge, but I gotta be ready for it and be ready to give it my all out there.

Amanda Thorn: Well, I know the fans are rooting for you as well as your family here. Good luck out there tonight.

Just then, before Christina heads out to the ring, a voice calls out.

Voice: Hey.

Morgan Payne comes into the shot, hanging an arm around her shoulders.

Morgan Payne: You good, baby?

Christina looks over, catching Morgan’s eyes and she flashes another smile, nodding her head.

Christina Olson: Yeah, I’m good. I got a ton of people cheerin me on.

Morgan gives her a smile and squeezes her shoulder.

Morgan Payne: Yeah, ya do. Remember dat.

She leans in, placing a gentle kiss to Christina’s jaw and gives her a playful swat on the rump.

Morgan Payne: Now go ahn. Beat dat bitch’s ass, Firefly.

Christina heads out of the locker room, making for the ring as Morgan starts to turn away before being stopped by Amanda.

Amanda Thorn: Wait, wait! Morgan! Got a minute?

Morgan Payne: Sup?

Morgan turns back to Amanda, tucking her thumbs into the waistline of her jeans.

Amanda Thorn: I wanted to get your thoughts on what Raseri of the Wolves of Odinn said last week. Your name came up in–

Before she can finish, Morgan raises a hand to stop her. She closes her eyes and gives a little shake of her head.

Morgan Payne: Nah, nah, looka here. I got nothin’ t’say abaht whatever wild ass finger pointin’ she and hers are doin’. Tha Wolves of Odinn ain’t where mine or Tha Kingdom’s focus is. So, unless ya got anything else t’ask, I’ma have t’ask dat’chu please give tha rest of us some privacy. I got my own business t’attend to tonight.

Amanda slowly nods and nods for the cameraman that it’s time for them to leave. Morgan shoots a cold, hard stare into the lens directly before turning and heading towards the back of the locker room where she grabs her bag off the bench as we cut to ringside.
Our cameras shift over to the beautiful Beverly Hills, California. It is there where we are at a huge mansion. We are taken to poolside where Sofia could be seen holding a big birthday cake with 23 candles on it. She smirks as she brings it in front of her husband Brayden who is holding their little two year old daughter Isabella.

Sofia Hilton: Happy Birthday to the best husband in the entire world.

Brayden Hilton: Thank you so much babe, it feels amazing to be loved and appreciated by my lovely wife and of course daughter.

Sofia smirks as she runs her hands through her hair as she looks right into the heart of the cameras.

Sofia Hilton: Oh look it’s an NFW camera. I know this might be so surprising that yours truly is actually speaking this week. To be honest I don’t give a shit with what those in authority want from me on Collision and I certainly don’t give a shit about that stupid dumb cunt Jessica Clarkson-Morian. As far as I am concerned I run things and I get what I want. You can sit there and threaten me all you want but I am not even in the arena and had no intention to be there tonight especially on my husband’s birthday. You want to suspend my husband whatever but don’t assume I am going to listen to you because you are in “authority”. Go fuck yourself in the same way that Sanada can do so too.

Sofia takes a deep breath as she continues to vent her frustrations.

Sofia Hilton: Am I supposed to be afraid?! No… It doesn’t work like that and when push comes to shove when it finally happens I will not be afraid of Sanada. Nobody scares me. I don’t give a damn if she is a Queen of Chaos nor does anybody from any group honestly scare me. I have done some fucked up shit in my lifetime. I turned on my sister and I would do so to so many others in a heart beep. The only thing I care about is making sure that I look good at the end of the day. I bet everybody was expecting something honorable especially when Sanada and I actually have a true blockbuster of a match but they will be on my terms not anybody else’s. Tonight with Brayden’s birthday it wasn’t a good night to be there in Chicago but make no mistake. Your time is coming Sanada, just like your time is coming too Jessica. Let’s see how well you run a show if I make a few phone calls… It wouldn’t be good if the cartel showed up. Anyway time is ticking and Sanada I will break you. See you soon

With that Sofia grins as we go elsewhere.
The cameras are located in Konrad's locker room, which has dim lighting. He's already dressed to wrestle as he looks into the camera and begins to talk while sitting in the chair.

Konrad Raab: "It's been a long while since I had a match to take care of in New Frontier Wrestling, but tonight is for a great reason that I have to take out Kaya Parker to stop her from entering in my title match at Ascension five against Lilith Meadows, even though you've been a god damn victim of her crimes. It's a shame she's afraid of me to pull pranks on me like a child to try and affect me, hey? Using you as bait to do that instead of me is sad."

It was the first time Konrad had been nasty since he got into New Frontier Wrestling. Still, that firey nature in him and trying to improve his behaviour was challenging, especially with the title shot around the corner from now."

Konrad Raab: "You may have been a victim of her pranks, but you can't get past me because I'm still undefeated, and I've earned every blood, sweat and tear to face Liliah. I will prove that you're just in my way of achieving my greatness as a champion. You've had great matches here, that's no doubt about it, and you're a great wrestler, but you aren't going to beat me, and I will crush all your hopes and dreams to pieces with my own body."

Konrad looks thoughtfully at the camera as he stands up from the chair and walks right up to the camera.

Konrad Raab: "I'm going to show you what Burned In Blood is capable of by destroying you, and I will take your shot for the Perseverance title away from you because I am the better wrestler and set you an example of you not belonging in my title match with Lilith. I will crush you like a bug and take away any dream you have of winning the Perseverance title away from you. Good luck, Kaya, because you will need it against me."

He growled before he pushed the camera back and left the locker room to enter the wrestling ring. The cameras then returned to ringside for the match to take place.
As soon as the bell is rung, Lilith gets up from her chair as Kaya immediately points to her Perseverance Championship, doing the championship motion across her waist. Lilith just giggles as she grabs the title, holding it up in the air. It’s at about this time, Konrad is making it up to his feet. He looks at Kaya and then down at Lilith. The three of them all look at each other for a moment before Lilith reaches down to the desk, pulling out a remote with a comically large red button on it. She hovers her finger over it for a moment before pressing it. As she does, in the middle of the ring, green, sparkling slime drops from the ceiling, covering both Kaya and Konrad.

Nick Hanson: Oh my goodness!!

Jim Reynolds: Oh, that’s disgusting!

Olivia Mayfaire: She slimed them, hahahahahaha!!!

Lilith laughs as she watches the two of them before grabbing her bucket of popcorn, sliding into the ring herself after all of the slime as fallen onto them before she dumps the remains on top of Konrad and throwing the bucket, hitting Kaya in the face with it, causing her to lose her balance again and fall right into the slime. Lilith slides out of the ring, laughing as she grabs her championship and heads up the ramp.
The lights in the arena go out.

The tron above the ramp is suddenly illuminated by candlelight. The candlelight itself revealed the faces of Trixie Decker, Priscilla White and Raseri. Who stood dead center of the three.

The darkness of the arena was being surrounded by a soft, almost ghostly, whispering. And it’s soon realized that the three women’s mouths are moving.

It is them. The Ladies of The Wolves of Odinn.

And, barely loud enough to be heard, she spoke.

Raseri: We told you to run. We told you time and time again to -stop.poking-.

She fell silent for a moment.

Raseri: And you ignored us.

Trixie and Priscilla fall silent and raise their heads up to look straight at the camera.

Priscilla White: You have, each in your own way, declared yourselves enemies of the pack. Be it by… Pure luck…

She swiped her right hand up and over her face to quickly reveal an image of Risa Lemon. And then she swiped her hand back down revealing her normal appearance.

Trixie Decker: …By Betrayal…

She swiped her left hand up and over her face to reveal an image of Diamond Caldwell. She lowered her hand and revealed her normal appearance.

Raseri: …By an Interloper.

Raseri inhaled deeply and released a soft, albeit sinister, laugh.

Raseri: You are each a danger in your own right.

Priscilla raised her right hand up and a full bodied version of Risa Lemon could be seen spinning and posing in the palm of her hand.

Raseri: Risa Lemon. Also known as Super Tiger. In this scenario.. You are the Lion.

Raseri holds her hand together as a full bodied version of Tanja Devereaux could be seen spinning and posing in the palms of her hands.

Raseri: Tanja Devereaux. You’re the Witch.

Trixie then raised her left hand and a full bodied version of Diamond Caldwell was seen spinning and posing in the palm of her hand. Just like the previous two.

Raseri: Guess who that makes you, Diamond. The Audacious Bitch.

All three ladies dropped their hands and the images disappeared from the tron. And suddenly, Raseri took a step forward and the room was suddenly illuminated by candle light as various members of the Wolves of Odinn could be seen.

Alastair Frost and his girlfriend, Banshee. Who also happened to be the President of the Boston charter of the Wolves; and little sister to the Baton Rouge Charter’s President’s, Lyric’s, little sister. There was Nyxx, President of the Viking, MN charter. Along with her VP, Ereus and Kimberly Hart. Another face among the group was the Goddess herself, ISIS and her just as divine sister, Nephthys.

And of course, Ravage, Rampage, Hadlee and Calypso.

Raseri: You have each called for a hunt against we Wolves. You all even have back-up, who simply needs nothing more than a reason, to get involved.

She shook her head as she lowered it; almost solemnly. But then the sound of dark laughter could be heard as she raised her head up and gave off a sinister, rage-filled grin.

Raseri: And you have each brought yourselves to Us like Lambs to the Slaughter… The Hunters became the Prey.

Suddenly, the arena goes completely black once again.

And from that darkness–

“We told you to run.”
We return from commercial break with “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit playing over the sound system as Killian Oliver is standing in the middle of the ring with a microphone in hand.

Nick Hanson: Well ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to Tuesday Night Collision.

Jim Reynolds: And look who is in the ring, guys.

Olivia Mayfaire: The man who is going to go to war with Johnny Towers at Ascension.

Oliver raises the microphone up to his lips as “Break Stuff” fades out.

Killian Oliver: So the match is official! April 30th… live from this very building… inside this very ring… it’s gonna be that English moron, Johnny Rotten going one on one… with me…

The Washington native points to himself.

Killian Oliver: ...the man who is better than him in every single way imaginable… Killian Oliver.

KO now turns his attention to the stage.

Killian Oliver: Now, Johnny… I know you’re back because… quite frankly I can smell your BO from here. I know we ain’t the best of friends and we never will be. But before I beat your ass at Ascension… I wanted to give you little gift.

He pauses for a moment.

Killian Oliver: See, I figured I would at least give you a small sliver of a fighting chance… and so my gift to you is simple. Our match at Ascension? You get to pick the match type.

Nick Hanson: Did he just say what I thought he said?

Jim Reynolds: Yeah he did.

Nick Hanson: What the Hell is he thinking with the matches Towers had when he was Silver Mountain champion?

Jim Reynolds: No Nick he was the--

The lights go out as a familiar voice is heard over the sound system.


“Chaos Is My Life” by The Exploited blasts out of the speakers as the lights go on and Johnny Towers is seen walking through the crowd with a microphone in his hand. He signals for his music to stop as he gets part way down the stairs before raising the microphone to his mouth and the music fades.

Johnny Towers: Did I just fucking hear ya right? Ya want me to pick our match at Ascension?

Killian Oliver: What? Are you deaf? That’s exactly what I said! And save me the whole “don’t you know who the fuck I am?” crap! I know who you are… and you know who I am too and what I can take! So just do us both a favor and get to the point!

Johnny Towers: Nah wasn't gonna do that ya daft twat, but it does seem to get on your nerves so I may just prolong it just because it makes me laugh, what's the problem… not enough voltage getting to ya brain?

The Washington native chuckles a little as he strokes his free hand through his beard.

Killian Oliver: Funny. I could ask you why you’re still standing on those stairs in the crowd instead of having the balls to step into the ring with me. Or are you too afraid that I’ll put you to sleep again?

Oliver paces a little.

Killian Oliver: Thing is, Johnny… I don’t even need to be out here! If you’re just going to waste my time with your dumb jokes and force me to listen to that whiny sniveling moronic English accent of yours instead of just announcing the match we’re going to have?! I’ll just leave and I can find out what it is from another source!

Chuckling to himself Towers had already started walking towards the ring as Oliver was talking but before he can get to the ring security fills the ringside area around where Towers is stopping him from getting to the ring.

Johnny Towers: Alright calm down silly bollocks, fuck… for a person who says they dont like bad jokes ya dont half seem to make that the majority of your lame ass fucking comebacks dont ya? These guys your fucking idea?

Looking a little annoyed Oliver starts to raise his microphone up.

Johnny Towers: Actually ya know what, I dont fucking care. Now for our match… I think neither of us want any fucking excuses so I have the perfect idea, an Ultra Violent Last Man Standing match. No fucking rules holding us back and a whole load of shit to beat you sense… sorry even more senseless with. So when ya don't get up after ten seconds you will realize you better be damn well careful of what you wish for because you got it.

He puts the microphone down and shouts “WHAT YA THINK OF THAT?!” as the Washington native just stares back at him with a bored expression on his face.

Killian Oliver: Cool. Those five words were all I wanted to hear. I’ll see you at Ascension.

Oliver then tosses the microphone out of the ring and flips Towers the bird with both hands as “Break Stuff” blasts out of the PA system and the Washington native rolls out of the ring and begins to make his way back up the ramp leaving Towers in the crowd flipping him the bird back in response with a smile on his face.

Nick Hanson: An Ultra Violent Last Man Standing match? I dread to think what these two men would do to each other in that sort of match.

Jim Reynolds: What I wanna know is what makes this different from any other Last Man Standing match, Nick. Those types of matches have no rules to them anyway other than keeping your opponent down for a ten count.

Olivia Mayfaire: God knows what goes on in Johnny Towers’ sick and twisted head.

The Washington native then disappears through the curtain as The Ultraviolent Anarchist looks on with his smile as we cut elsewhere.
The camera pans around the arena as they are about to announce the next match, but that quickly cuts off when "God of War" by Dirty Wormz feat. Tech N9ne and Krizz Kaliko blast throughout the arena.
That’s when Chris Matthews comes out and he stands at the top of the stage wearing a T-shirt, loose fitting jeans, black sneakers, and a black beanie on his head. On his right shoulder, he has the WWH International Championship on his shoulder. Chris has for a while been pushing to have this belt be defended at Ascension and wants the story between Skylar and him to finally end. He starts to walk off the stage and begins to walk down the ramp. He gets to the ring side and starts to walk to the steel steps and enters the ring. He heads to the side and grabs a mic as the music fades.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: For weeks, I have said what I wanted to say about Skylar and tried to get management to put this belt on the line. But right now, we haven’t gotten that, have we? Nah. You see, I wanted to do something special for you fans, but day after day, we don’t even get noticed. And that’s where I come in. I come out here every week to try to get this match noticed, but it seems like that’s going to happen.

He kept the mic up to his mouth as he walked side to side while looking at the fans.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: As for Skylar, she hasn’t done much in the single scene considering all she’s doing is tag team matches which is why I wanted to fight her in my match. Then she went on and wanted to fight me in her match and that’s a fall count anywhere match. Which brings me to the final match. Since I picked first one, she picked the next one, that gives me the right to pick the last one.

He gets a smile on his face.

CHRIS MATTHEWS: I pick….

Skylar immediately came out, sans music, with a microphone in her hand. The fans began cheering loudly, cutting Chris off from what he was trying to say. It was clear that she was irritated as she immediately began shaking her head in Matthews’ direction. She quickly slid into the ring, shaking her head again before raising the microphone.

Skylar Carsons: Like Hell you get to pick the last stipulation!

Skylar squared up to Matthews as best as she could given their height difference. She stared at him, her gaze not wavering as she stood there. The fans cheered again as she raised the microphone once more.

Skylar Carsons: If it weren’t for me even calling you out, this wouldn’t be happening in the first place! If anyone should get to chose the final stipulation, it’s me!

CHRIS MATTHEWS: I don’t care what you did or didn’t do, Skylar. I’m the one putting the title on the line. That gives me the right to pick the match and you know that. So, why don’t you just shut up. Because unlike you, I’ve been in a single match and walking around this arena with the title. So as you said, like hell you get the pick. I’m the one that has that worthy and not you.

Jessica Clarkson Morian: Hey hey hey now!

Everything stops as cameras return to the entrance as the General Manager’s voice rings through the arena while she’s seen walking out from backstage, microphone in hand, her husband Nathanael at her side as always with his bat over his shoulder. Jessica looks mighty steamed to say the least, even though the tone of her voice is rather cool, calm and collected.

Jessica Clarkson Morian: Now, y’all two stop it! I’m getting mighty tired of havin’ to feel like a babysitter for a bunch of adults actin’ like children! Startin’ to understand how Mr. Callaway felt, God rest his soul.

She makes a quick sign of the cross and looks upward with an apologetic look on her face before fixing her attention onto Chris Matthews and Skylar Carsons again.

Jessica Clarkson Morian: Now, since y’all two are going on and on, back and forth about fairness and who should pick the third stage of Hades…

She’s stopped suddenly as Nathanael leans in and whispers something to her. Jessica gives her husband the most adorable pout as she looks at him and can be heard, away from the mic.

Jessica Clarkson Morian: Hell! Hades! It’s the same thing!

The man bows his head, lifts his empty hand in a show of pseudo-surrender as he goes back to standing like a statue; this time with a noticeable humored gleam in his eyes.

Jessica Clarkson Morian: Now, where was I? Oh! Right then. So! Mr. Chris, you got to pick the first stipulation. You picked Hell In A Cell.

Again, Nathanael tilts in towards Jessica a bit and appears to say something which makes her turn and swat him in the arm. The crowd laughs softly, realizing he’s probably teasing her about the name of the match.

Jessica Clarkson Morian: Ms. Skylar, you got to pick the second stipulation which is Falls Count Anywhere. So then, and mind you, this ain’t necessarily a feeling of entitlement or anything like that, but why don’t I go ahead and pick that last stipulation, seeing as I even allowed this match to happen so’s y’all can settle your business?

The crowd’s loving this one as they all wait to hear what the General Manager has to offer.

Jessica Clarkson Morian: If y’all should make it to the third stage, why don’t we make it…Last Person Standing?

And the crowd pops with approval as Chris and Skylar look at each other in the ring then back up towards the General Manager as Jessica smiles.

Jessica Clarkson Morian: Yeah. I think that’ll do quite nicely. Should allow y’all to settle up no problem at all. Now that that’s done, we can let the show continued. Y’all have a fine rest of your evening and God bless!

“God’s Country” by State Of Mine plays as the crowd grows excited for the match to come with the cameras fading out to a short ad break for Ascension V.

As things from the previous match are cleared up, the PA unexpectedly comes to life with Marilyn Manson’s cover of “Personal Jesus.” While not expecting it, the fans are very familiar with what the music means and they let it be known they’re not thrilled at the sound. It has little to no effect as the music continues before the arrival of NFW’s Alliance Champions. Adrianna Salvatore, Cherry Blackman and Jamie Austin come walking out onto the stage, proudly brandishing their championship belts as they make their way to the ring.

Olivia Mayfaire: Oh now what the hell are they doing here? This isn’t their show!

Jim Reynolds: Uhhh hello? NFW Alliance Champions in the building, Olivia! They have a right to be here just as anyone else! If not more!

Nick Hanson: Well we certainly weren’t expecting them to “grace us with their presence.”

Jim Reynolds: I know right?! I love surprises! You know what I don’t love? The way you said that Nicky. You got beef with the champs?

Olivia Mayfaire: I’ll say it with no shame. I know I do!

The three from Sedition Rising reach the ring, striking their pose on the apron with their titles in hand. As they enter the ring and their music fades, Adrianna walks to the ropes and demands a microphone, bringing it to the center of the ring where she, Cherry and Jamie wait for the boos to quiet down.

Adrianna Salvatore: Oh no, go ahead. We’re on your time. The three of us can sit here all night.

The crowd boos loudly for another moment as Adrianna holds her wrists in front of her, cupping her mic hand with the other. Her title resting securely on her shoulder. And she waits. Cherry and Jamie also wait with Jamie rolling her eyes. Cherry shrugs, blows on her nails and rubs them on her t-shirt before moseying over to a corner of the ring and sits up on the top turnbuckle. Jamie paces around, leisurely as Adrianna holds her position dead center of the ring. When the jeers of the crowd die down, the corner of her mouth lifts in a smirk.

Adrianna Salvatore: Now. It seems as though a little…gnat...has been doing quite a lot of buzzing on social media and it’s starting to get pretty annoying. So let me, on behalf of myself and these ladies here–

She motions to Cherry and Jamie.

Adrianna Salvatore: --let us make one thing very…perfectly…crystal clear to everyone. Smurfs? You better listen good and well, because I’m only gonna ever say this once. These right here?

She unslings her championship from her shoulder and holds it up. Jamie and Cherry take a moment to present their own belts to the crowd with her.

Adrianna Salvatore: These are the Alliance championships. It means we go where we want. When we want. We sure as shit don’t go where you think we should go. What was it you said the other night, tapping away behind a screen? We couldn’t even bother to show up on our own show?

She laughs, walking forward and leans against the top rope, draping her title over it as she props her arms up and leans into the microphone.

Adrianna Salvatore: Eavan, Eavan, Eavan…Eavan… Sweet baby girl… This is our show. Collision is our show. Trauma is our show. We are the Alliance Champions. This entire goddamn division belongs to us whether it’s on Saturday or Tuesday nights! The problem seems to be that everyone hasn’t realized that yet. It’s as if everybody’s forgotten just what all of Sedition Rising, those currently present and those currently not, all did to get to this point. Hells, it’s almost as if…despite all circumstances…you all think you’re better than us.

She steps back away from the rope, bringing her title with her.

Adrianna Salvatore: Is that what it is? You think you’re better than us…?

At this point, Adrianna lowers the microphone and slowly turns her head to look at ringside, glowering.

Olivia Mayfaire: Who’s she looking at?

Jim Reynolds: I don’t know! Hopefully not me! I didn’t say shit! I acknowledge their greatness!

Olivia Mayfaire: Of course you do. They may be great in the ring but their attitudes leave much to be desired.

Adrianna slowly walks to the ropes on that side of the ring and slings her belt onto her shoulder before gripping the top rope, staring daggers down by the corner next to the commentary table.

Adrianna Salvatore: I said…do you think you’re better than us?

The camera focuses on that area for a moment and it takes a bit before it registers…and Collision ring announcer, Darlyn Fajardo, slowly points to herself with a deer in headlights look.

Adrianna Salvatore: Yeah, I’m talking to you, sweetheart. Don’t give me that fucking look. I asked you a question!

Darlyn’s lip begins to quiver before, without missing a beat, Adrianna turns away and walks to the center of the ring.

Adrianna Salvatore: Cher, bring her ass in here.

Olivia Mayfaire: What?!

Nick Hanson: Aw no! What the hell?!

Cherry Blackman swings her legs over to the outside, drops down onto the apron, leaving her title hanging over the top of the post and hops down to the floor, walking over towards Darlyn. As she gets closer, Darlyn starts to cower in her seat while the timekeeper stands and puts himself between Dars and Cherry.

Timekeeper: Don’t you touch her!

He actually shoves Cherry back a step. The Walking Contradiction shrugs it off with a laugh before suddenly grabbing the man by the back of the neck and runs him into the ringpost!

Olivia Mayfaire: Oh my god!

Cherry moves into action now, grabbing Darlyn by a handful of hair behind her head and drags the woman to her feet before “guiding” the screaming, terrified ring announcer to the ring and forcing her inside. Once inside, Jamie Austin pulls her up to her feet and she and Cherry stand out on the apron, hooking Darlyn’s arms over the top rope and hold her in place. Across the ring, in another corner, Adrianna pulls her vest off and drops it to the mat. With her back to her teammates and their apparent victim, she stretches her arms out, rolling her shoulders before cracking her neck to the side and turns to face Darlyn from across the ring now.

Darlyn Fajardo: Please, no! Don’t! NO!

And the poor woman lets out a blood curdling scream of terror as Adrianna comes charging across the ring, like she’s about to hit her with everything she’s got but instead, she catches herself on the ropes beside Darlyn’s arms and stops with her face just inches away from the sobbing woman’s. Darlyn has her eyes squeezed shut, head turned to the side as Adrianna just leers inches from her face with a cold scowl. It’s like something out of a Ridley Scott “Alien” movie. Darlyn shakes, sobbing, tears streaming down her cheeks as Adrianna doesn’t pull back an inch from her. Jamie passes her the mic back and she brings it up beside them. Close enough for the speakers to pick up Darlyn’s frantic crying as Adrianna speaks.

Adrianna Salvatore: Shhhhhh…Darlyn… Darlyn? Dars… Darlyn look at me…. Look at me, Darlyn.

Darlyn stays just as she is, afraid to do just what Adrianna’s telling her.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...LOOK AT ME!! ¡MÍRAME, PERRA!

Darlyn jerks at the sudden screaming and Adrianna eventually takes her by the jaw, turning her face towards hers. Only then does Darlyn open her eyes, staring up at Adrianna and around at Jamie and Cherry like a gazelle surrounded by lions.

Adrianna Salvatore: I want you to remember this.

She motions for Cherry and Jamie to let go of Darlyn’s arms and puts her own around Darlyn’s shoulders, pulling the woman in against her in a sort of forced, side embrace. Darlyn’s too scared to even try to pull away as Adrianna uses her free hand to pull some hair out of the woman’s face, making sure the camera can see just how terrified she is.

Adrianna Salvatore: And I want you...to remember this. Eavan Maloney…Saoirse Maguire…and Stacy…fucking…Jones. This right here?

She motions to Darlyn against her with a nod of her head. Even takes a moment to plant a kiss to the top of her head before looking back at the camera.

Adrianna Salvatore: Don’t get this twisted. Do not…do not mistake mercy, be it mine or any of ours, for weakness. Or fear of what the repercussions might be. Count yourselves fortunate that we save the worst of what we’re capable of for the ones who can actually put up a fight…

Adrianna smiles. Behind her, on the apron, Cherry and Jamie, now on the same side of the ring grin like a pair of devils as Adrianna turns her attention back to the crying Dars.

Adrianna Salvatore: Hey, hey… It’s okay. Esta bien, hermosa.

She gives Dars’ shoulder a rub and a friendly little shake of an embrace like one would to encourage a friend before planting another smooch on the side of her head.

Adrianna Salvatore: Vuelve a tu asiento.

She releases Darlyn and steps away, granting her a berth to get out of the ring and, once she does, she takes off running up the ramp towards backstage. Cherry and Jamie get back into the ring as Adrianna leers into the camera again.

Adrianna Salvatore: See…my old man had his motto when he was still leaving bodies at his feet. “No Mercy For All.” Me? As much as I am my father’s daughter…I like to think that it should be afforded to a small few. Like her, for example. Make no mistake, though. At Ascension? Maloney? Maguire? Jones? We rise… You fall… We’re going to fucking destroy you…

Adrianna “mic drops” the mic out of the ring and….


“Personal Jesus” kicks on again as Adrianna collects her vest and title belt before the three Alliance champions exit the ring and calmly start heading backstage again.

Nick Hanson: Folks, I can’t believe what we just witnessed there.

Olivia Mayfaire: Dars is one of the sweetest things in this company! She shouldn’t have been targeted like that!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, she wasn’t hurt!

Olivia Mayfaire: They damn near gave the girl a heart attack!

Nick Hanson: I tell ya, this business for the Alliance Championships is getting pretty personal!
Alastair had spent time between D.C, Boston and Chicago in the past month or so and gained a lot of frequent flyer miles but he knew it was well worth it. He was in his personal locker room area as a perk of World Champion and had been sending texts to some of his fellow Wolves with the recent events on Collision to strategize. He heard his phone ping after he searched for the World title and he placed it on his lap. He saw the number and he knew he would need to reply to it before doing his business.

Alastair Frost: I don’t digress that Jessi doesn’t have talent but as I said last week, she spends far too much of her time flapping her gums to anyone and everyone who will listen to her complaints and what she wants to do against me in order to get the World Title out of my possession.

Alastair picked up the World title and showed it for the world, growling after the events of last week. He keeps a hold on the title while tucking the straps before placing it beside him.

Alastair Frost: If I didn’t have the skill, I would not have survived each and every challenger that was sent my way in the almost 8 months of my reign as World Champion. Jessi has yet to prove herself, as the singles sphere or trios/tag sphere, as a champion. If she is looking to do it at my expense, I will have something to say about that.

Alastair picked up the World title from his locker room stall and he headed out of the room. He needed to speak with the social media department about promotional material for Ascension.

Alastair Frost: This Wolf is on the hunt for some prey and Jessi may be the biggest challenge the Lone Wolf has come across on the hunt but he loves the Challenge.