NFW Collision #205!

As Collision opens on the inside of the arena, fans are settling in, ready for the show to get going when the PA comes to life with the sound of Parkway Drive’s “Prey”. The crowd immediately falls into a chorus of boos as the imagery for The Carlton Crew appears on the tron.

Nick Hanson: Well I didn’t know we were supposed to be expecting these two tonight.

Jim Reynolds: I love these guys, Nicky! Show them some respect!

Olivia Mayfaire: I can almost tolerate Barry McKenzie but someone needs to smack Max Walker in his mou–

Olivia stops short as “The Carlton Crew” comes from the back as Parkway Drive continues booming. It doesn’t take anyone long to realize that this is not THE Carlton Crew. Rather…it’s Marilyn Matthews and Morgan Payne, The Regulators, doing their best “cosplay” of their rivals coming up on Ascension next week. Mary runs out in a pair of khaki cargo shorts, sandals, and a flashy Hawaiian shirt with her hair tucked underneath a baseball cap, flipped backward on her head. Morgan comes lumbering out in a red and black athletic leotard with a sleeveless t-shirt over it that reads “BIG BAZZA” and a crudely drawn goatee around her mouth. She stands with her shoulders up, arms out, trying to make herself appear buffer than she already is while Mary runs around on the stage - clearly pretending to - talk trash to the fans. She slaps Morgan in the chest and the two make their way to the ring.

Nick Hanson: Heh…well…ladies and gentlemen… Welcome…The Carlton Crew?

Jim Reynolds: What the hell is this mockery?!

Olivia Mayfaire: I FUCKING CAN’T WITH THIS!!

We get a quick glimpse of the commentary table of Olivia absolutely losing her mind with laughter before the cameras go back to Mary and Morgan as they reach the ring. Mary climbs the turnbuckles, points around at the crowd, and throws ridiculous insulting hand gestures. Morgan climbs the opposite side and just mean mugs the crowd before flexing her arms. As they climb down, Mary gets on a microphone as Morgan stands behind her, chin lifted and just puffs her chest out, glaring at the hard cam.

Marilyn Matthews: CRICKEY!!

Mary pauses as the crowd erupts into laughter. She then continues in an over-the-top Australian accent.

Marilyn Matthews: Can you bleep’s believe that next week Bazza gets to do all the work while I avoid anything dangerous and I beat those two putas?! The celebration after Bazza does all the work while I take all the glory will be amazing! There will be a minimum of four…

Mary holds up three fingers for a moment before putting up four.

Marilyn Matthews: Shirt changes for me during the party. All will be Wal-Mart Clearance…

Mary fake coughs.

Marilyn Matthews: Louis Vuitton exclusives!!

She holds up both arms cheering over excitedly. From where she’s standing, Morgan furrows her brow and looks at Mary right on timing with mention of “Bazza doing all the work.” She takes Mary’s hand holding the microphone into her own and leans in with a long pause.

Morgan Payne: .......Whattayatalkinabeet?!

Mary tries pulling her hand away from Morgan unsuccessfully until Morgan lets go. She straightens her shirt, chuckles, and taps Morgan’s stomach playfully.

Marilyn Matthews: Listen Bazza, you’ve known how this works since the start. I get us into shit, then you get us out, and I take all the credit. I always got the best plans. That’s why I’m the brains and frontman while you’re the muscle and my personal bodyguard.

Mary gives Morgan an exaggerated stern look and then turns back to the crowd.

Marilyn Matthews: Now where was I? Oh, right, beating up a couple of women!

Mary pauses as half the crowd groans while the other half laughs.

Marilyn Matthews: Wait! No! That didn’t come out right. We’re the greatest Tag Team in the WORLD!! We will beat these women black and blue!

Another pause.

Marilyn Matthews: Wait wait! Not like that! Us two amazing guys are gonna throw a beatdown on these women…

Pause. Mary takes a moment to theatrically pace and gather herself.

Marilyn Matthews: At NFW Ascension I, with Bazza’s help, will defeat The Regulators!

Morgan grabs Mary’s mic hand again.

Morgan Payne: FAIR DINKUM?!

Mary pulls her mic hand back.

Marilyn Matthews: FAIR DINKUM, CUN–

Before Mary can finish her words, Morgan sees something behind her that makes her eyes go wide. She shoves Mary out of the way just in time for–

CRACK!

Max Walker’s in the ring, nailing her across the head with a steel chair! Morgan goes down like a ton of bricks! Mary turns quickly after hearing the shot, but before she can dive at Max, she’s grabbed by her ankles and yanked from the ring by Barry MacKenzie! Bazza slams Mary’s head off the apron, before hoisting her up over his shoulder, and then snake-eyes tosses her straight into the ring-post! Inside the ring, Max raises the chair again and then cracks it down on Morgan’s back, following it with a second and third shot, and then backing away, and the camera finally gets a shot of just how angry Max Walker is right now!

Barry picks Mary back up and rolls her into the ring, and Max storms over, ripping the Hawaiin shirt right off of Mary with a snarl, watching as Barry climbs into the ring. Pointing at the downed Matthews, Max starts screaming out some orders, and Barry just nods, takes two steps and then leaps up and crushes Mary with a senton. Max steps back over to pick up his chair, and back at Mary, standing over her for a moment, but then bringing the chair up and stabbing the edge right down into her throat! Mary shakes on the mat, gasping and wheezing, and Max bends over to pick up one of the microphones, breathing hard as he stares down at the carnage.

Max Walker: Hey. Where’s ya jokes now, bitches? Ya got some funny fucking remark now? Come on, Mary? Do me again? Say some fucking cheeky shit about me? Go on. COME ON!

Max squats down and holds the microphone out near Mary’s face, but she’s still shaking and gasping, and Max just stares at her, waiting a moment longer before he brings the microphone back.

Max Walker: Oh? Finding it a little hard to talk right now? Struggling to come up with some new material? Good. Cause your jokes fucking sucked anyway. So, let me give you ya next punchline. Come Ascension, The Carlton Crew is going to put the Regulators out of business for good. And THAT’S Fair Dinkum. Bitch.

And with that, Max tosses the microphone aside and rises, taking one final cheap kick at Mary’s head, before he feels Morgan grabbing at his ankle. Max yanks away his foot and then kicks Morgan again, before yelling at Barry again. Bazza just snarls, but then drags the chair across, setting it up, before he seizes Morgan by the scruff of her neck, hooking her head, and then driving Payne right through the steel chair with his Navy Blues Driver! Max stands and watches silently, as Barry kneels above Morgan for a moment longer before Max pats him on the shoulder, and the two men leave the ring.

Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, I can’t even say if The Regulators are gonna make it to Ascension after this!

Jim Reynolds: Hey, they brought it on themselves, Nicky! You poke the bear and you’re gonna get mauled!

Olivia Mayfaire: Oh come on, Jim! It was a little harmless fun! But I suppose it’s only fine if The Carlton Crew do it?

Nick Hanson: We got paramedics out here to check on Marilyn Matthews and Morgan Payne. Folks, we’ll be back in a moment. Good lord…

The scene fades with EMTs helping Mary slowly sit up to check her throat while two others keep Morgan on her back while they check her neck.
Scene cut back to darkroom with warmlight where can seen woman with long hair turns her back to the camera before she slowly turns back to face the camera and revealing she is The Gift From God’s Sanada of The Queens Of Chaos who going to face one on one with Sofia Hilton and clearly right now Sanada is in her killer mode as everyone can see on her face right now the way she look into the camera her mood and everything right now to us that she going to pull the soul out of Sofia Hilton for cost her from the NFW Silver Mountain title.

Sanada: Sofia… Sofia… Sofia… I really hope you are enjoy your time before our match at Ascension because this time there no way for you to escape you can’t run away or hide inside the cage you are going to face me and this is first time that you can’t escape from me you can run around the ring inside that cage but I will hunt you. You can try to climb the cage but I will hunt you. You can try to open the door but I will hunt you. You can try everything, Sofia. But remember one thing: I will hunt you. I want to hear you scream and I know I will because inside the cage I will torture you and I will make you remember that I’m not your friend I’m not your plaything. I’m higher than you, I'm better than you and I used to be the ace of Joshi. How about you, Sofia? When I am at the peak of my career, where are you at? And when I become a veteran now you come at me because you want the spotlight. Fine, I can understand that you wanna be the top wrestler for this company but you choose the wrong person. Yeah I’m old right now but I’m still gold. When you play with me I will play with you harder than you twice or maybe harder than you can imagine. Then I want you to have a sweet dream before Ascension comes because Ascension will be your nightmare. Nowhere to run just like I told you it’s time for you to die just like other coward you dare to challenge me. As the Gift From God I will destroy your poor soul and make you cry like a bitch before you will beg for mercy. I will make you regret everything you did to me. I’m going to punish you until I am happy. I will destroy you until I see you become lifeless. I will watch you suffer every minute with me inside the cage in Ascension. You are going to die and you better hope everyone will pray for you, Sofia. Welcome to hell, bitch.

Sanada said before she holds a picture of Sofia Hilton up and her other hand holds up the knife before she stabs right to the skull of Sofia Hilton before she smirks for one last time before the camera fade away.
A hiss is heard when Tanja Devereaux enters catering after speaking with Ashley Kenyon and her cousin Kristin over the past hour. She had watched over the segment from the previous edition of Collision from Raseri and the Cajun was not very happy.

Tanja Devereaux: Raseri, Raseri; you must think that your mind games against us will be effective. Do you know who you are dealing with? You are dealing with the mistress of mind games, especially mind games of an unusual nature. We have been in this business for far too long to be rattled by the mind games you have decided to share while you included your small little group of walward spirits. They all have problems with people not agreeing with their proclamations, just like yourself Raseri..

The Cajun shook her head in disappointment but she knew that Raseri needed to hear what she had said.

Tanja Devereaux: Raseri is the one who is manipulating those who are with her to manipulate others into thinking what is acceptable and unacceptable in anger. We, on the other hand, know how to manipulate others in order to make the unworthy living to the worthy dead. It is not our fault that people don’t listen to our advice or the warnings we give out for all to hear..

The Event Horizon title is resting on her shoulder as she showed it off for all to see.

Tanja Devereaux: If she wants this title at Ascension, she will need to be a bit more creative and perhaps curb that anger and hatred that currently fills her heart. We will be amused to see how she will adapt to the environment of the Event Horizon division on her own but until then, we will be keeping an eye on her.

Tanja patted on the title before she was seen leaving the Catering area to greet Celeste.
Backstage Josh Davidson is standing in front of the camera.

Josh Davidson: I’m joined now by Jordan Majors.

There’s a small cheer inside the arena as the camera pans out to include Jordan in the shot. She seems to notice the slight cheer as she looks down in front of her before she turns herself toward Josh.

Josh Davidson: Jordan, you have a match tonight against Dona Rotten, but I want to bring up how vocal you were after last week’s Collision and what took place between the Wolves and the Queens. Particularly what happened to Jessi at the conclusion of the show.

Jordan Majors: I mean, what about Josh? Aren’t I allowed to be upset with a bunch of unhinged maniacs locking me away from helping my friend while is savagely beaten down by the worst excuse for a champion this company has ever had? Am I supposed to be happy about that? Am I supposed to just shrug that off? Huh?

Josh seems taken back as he pulls the mic in and stammers.

Josh Davidson: No, I.. uhh. That’s not what I–

Jordan Majors: Meant? I don’t really care what you meant at this point. Listen… I’ve about had it with this place. I must be the only person in NFW history to succeed downwards. Everyone was raving about what I did in the Vlad tournament in the fall. What I have I done since? Jack. Shit. Can you explain that to me, Josh? They let Cassie Quinn attack me at will. I beat her. Put on one of the best matches of the night. And where was that match, Josh? The pre-show of a pay per view. I get it. I’m not special. No one here cares about me. I have to make my own noise and earn it…

Jordan lets out a soft laugh and looks to the side.

Jordan Majors: Maybe I should leave for a month and come back and interrupt the show. Maybe I should walk into Amy’s office and toss her computer until I get what I want. Maybe I need to kidnap someone? Collision IS the show where the biggest low lifes on the planet seem to have the most success, isn’t it? Listen, Joshy, I’m just rambling along now. But I’m pissed off. That’s what I’m saying here. I’m pissed the hell off. And you can’t do anything about it. So why waste time talking to you?

The truth is, no one would miss me if I stopped showing up here. If I skipped every booking and just took my ball and went home. No one would care, would they? Don’t answer that Josh. Don’t even try to change my mind or reassure me otherwise. I’m going out there in a few moments and I’m beating Dona Rotten’s ass. And then I’m going to make sure Jessi gets this done at Ascension. After that?

Jordan looks at Josh and just shoots him a suspicious grin before she turns herself and slowly walks out of view. Josh watches her leave as the camera goes back to the arena for the match.
Cameras are located backstage, and Lilith is walking around until she stops when she sees a shadow standing opposite her. As she looks up, it happens to be Konrad Raab, who is not looking at all happy with her antics on the show and, for the first time in his life, addresses the situation to her face.

Konrad Raab: "What’s with you and your childish prank you did to me last week? I’ve said and done nothing to you, or at least nothing I said that could make you do that."

Lilith Meadows "It ain't nothin personal. You happened to be challengin for my title and that makes ya someone I gotta prank."

Lilith giggles as she reaches into her top, pulling out a Hershy’s chocolate bar and takes a bite out of it.

Lilith Meadows "Remember that big ole hand I had set up a couple weeks ago?"

Konrad tensing up with his fist, grasping on it, clinching his teeth together as he thought about what prank she was going to do again. Even though he was still in therapy and hadn’t been tested until this point, he lets loose.

Konrad Raab: "Nothing personal huh? Maybe what you didn’t think about is the consequences that will come with it. Oh yes the fake hand you brought to prank someone."

Konrad shakes his head, not wanting to unleash violence until the PPV, but he raises his fist to Lilith’s face.

Konrad Raab: "This is a real hand from a human being that you don’t think about messing with. You don’t know what I’m capable of when I’m pissed off, do you?"

Lilith Meadows "You ain't the first to take it personally and you prolly won't be the last."

Lilith giggles more, taking another bite of her chocolate before she tucks it safely back away in her shirt.

Lilith Meadows "People really don't know how to have a little bit of fun! Everyone is so super serious around here!"

Konrad Raab: "Maybe because you aren’t being watched for everything you do is why you can have fun. I’ll give you a preview of what I’ll do to you so I will become NFW Perserverence Champion."

Konrad suddenly punches Lilith’s head and she falls down to the ground, showing that he was still needing work on himself and he walks away after doing what he needed to do. Lilith lays there for a moment before she sits up, rubbing her jaw and almost pouting a little bit at the punch. It doesn't take her long to pull the chocolate back out and take a bite as the camera fades out.
In a relatively secluded part of the backstage area, Zoey and her hooded companion are getting the former ready for the six-person main event later in the evening, with the Magical Maiden taking on Mayhem 2.0 alongside Keiji Sugiwara and Sofia Hilton. The irony of teaming with her niece is not lost on Zoey, given that they were at each other’s throats barely a few months ago. But there has been much more on Zoey’s plate of late, and it has weighed on her.

Notified of the watching camera by the hooded figure, who’s using target gloves to help Zoey warm up, the Indigo Enchantress pauses and turns to look at it. Tossed a towel by her partner, Zoey catches it without looking and inclines her chin in the camera’s direction.

Zoey Madigan-Star: So… what do you want to talk about?

She flashes a small smile and a wink at the camera. The black-clad person leans in close to her and whispers something in her ear, to which she nods and sends them off. She spins the top off a bottle of water and takes a sip before gesturing toward the camera.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Maybe about the match tonight? About how Sofia and I have worked things out enough to work together, and how I’m looking forward to tagging with the talented Keiji?

Another sip is taken.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Or how I feel about tangling with my dear bestie Stacy Jones and her Mayhem 2.0 teammates?

Looking thoughtful, Zoey taps the opening of the bottle against her purple-painted lips for a few moments. She seems a little amused about something, but then her expression hardens unexpectedly.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Or maybe about how Chris Matthews can’t seem to find the gumption to say my name, most likely because it’s stuffed with crow and sour grapes. Or, maybe… juuuuust maybe…

Finishing off the bottle, she crushes it in her grip.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Maybe we can talk about Cait Flanagan. Not that she doesn’t run her mouth enough about herself, mind you. It’s enough to make a good girl wanna be a bad lady. Except… I haven’t been a good girl in over a decade. And bad? Oh, my sweet summer children, you have NO idea how BAD I can be!

There’s something equal parts sexy and sinister about how Zoey says that. She tosses the crumpled bottle away, turning to face the camera. Going from workout attire to wrestling attire with a literal snap of her fingers (as well as a little purple smoke), Zoey has her hat and wand tucked under one of her arms as she, almost lazily, pulls on her white gloves.

Zoey Madigan-Star: There’s a reason I’ve kept quiet lately, one that I’ll reveal in due time. But to anyone who equates silence with weakness or ill-preparedness doesn’t know me very well. Tonight, I face my best friend, one of the most talented women on the planet, and her game companions, alongside a couple of talented stars in their own right. And merely a week later, Cait and I finally settle up. Chris Matthews tried to say that I wasn’t focused, that I’d fall to him and others because my attention was divided. Now, no one will dispute how talented Chris is-

She smoothly switches to the other hand, not even looking at the camera.

Zoey Madigan-Star: -but that talent of his? It exists only between the bells. He doesn’t know people. He doesn’t know what makes others tick. But I do. And that’s part of the reason he was put down by yours truly at Collision #201: because he doesn’t get that this business is mental as well as physical. I figured out his inner workings, twisted his gears, and left him lying. Was it easy? No. But I had no doubts. Which brings me to you, Cait. Little Miss Ass Kicker. Cait is Money, right?

With both gloves on, Zoey flips her hat up into the air, where it lands perfectly atop her head, whereupon she tilts it a little with the tip of her wand.

Zoey Madigan-Star: We’ve spilled one another’s blood already, so let’s cut the crap. Ascension V is coming up, and we’re settling up, one way or the other. The first time we met one-on-one, I beat you clean as a sheet. And that put a prodigious bug up your posterior, didn’t it? And why, I wonder? Because you couldn’t buy that win, Material Girl? Because for all your screaming and threatening, you finally came up against someone who wasn’t intimidated by your rep? All the credit in the world for being tough as nails in that ring and not backing down, Cait, but when it really matters? You come up short. You walk around like you rule the roost, but some magical girl from Jersey put you flat on your flatter ass. The fake shine is washing off you and come Ascension, I’m gonna beat the rest off you and put this battle to bed once and for good.

Slapping the other end of the wand into her gloved hand makes a booming sound and the lights flicker. Probably just one of Zoey’s tricks, but the effect is more than just a little noise and shadows. It’s emphasizing how serious Zoey is in this moment.

Zoey Madigan-Star: If you beat me, so be it. You evened the score. If that happens, it’s still over and you have to live with only being able to match and not surpass me, something that will fade from memory in six months. If you lose, then the pretty little sorceress dropped you twice and left you sprawling on the canvas like younger you in a stranger’s bed after a frat party: waking up not sure what the hell happened, embarrassed, and rushing to come up with a story to save face.

You don’t want to screw with me, Cait, something you should have known long before now, but it’s too late, isn’t it? I’m not going to make you disappear, but I am going to take something from you that you’ll never get back:

Zoey points the wand at the camera and smiles ever so slightly.

Zoey Madigan-Star: Your precious reputation.

Then, with a twirl, she makes the wand disappear as her partner comes back sans gloves.

Zoey Madigan-Star: But that’s in a week. Tonight, I team with people I respect against people I respect even more. And I expect you to watch, Cait. I expect you to learn and prepare. And most of all, I expect you to be ready for the-

Crowd: -show of a lifetime!

Smirking, Zoey takes a bow, then heads off. Her partner, staring at the camera, gives a saucy little wave before moving to follow her.

She didn’t have any plans to be at the arena that night. In fact, she had had plans to meet up and smoke out with Widow and watch the show at her place.

Apparently, The Norn had other ideas as she had gotten the notification on her phone from Twitter. She’d been tagged by Morgan. She’d been confused as to why Morgan, of all fucking people, was tagging her on Twitter.

But now?

Now she was walking through the halls of the arena.

Her mother’s bat in hand, long blonde hair pulled back into a tight ponytail. A black tank-top; ripped jeans and her Chuck Taylor’s. And she… looked… PISSED.

Several people had tried to say hi to her; or even tried to get her attention. She simply ignored them.

She reached the door that led to Dean’s/The Sins’ locker room. She stood back from it, lifted a foot up and kicked the door in. Kicking it so hard, it left damned near a perfect imprint of her sneakers.

Raseri: DEAN!!!

She went into the locker room and began searching. The bathroom, the showers. She even checked actual lockers. Upon not finding him, or any one of the Children for that matter, she spun around and left.

The first person she came across was one of the backstage staff. She reached a quick hand out, snatched the staff member by the shirt and pulled him toward her.

Raseri: Where… Is he?

The young kid looked absolutely terrified as he began to stammer in response.

Staff: Wh–who?

She pulled him closer toward her and growled.

Raseri: Dean. Matthews.

Steven Brody: SHANNA!

The voice rings through the halls as the camera shifts just past Raseri, revealing the NFW Commissioner standing a few yards out, right in the center of the hallway. Steven stands tall and firm, eyes bearing right on the vengeful woman.

Steven Brody: Let him go. Now.

The staff member looked relieved when he heard Steven’s voice boom from behind Shanna. And when she dropped her grip on him, he looked back at Steven, and his wife Imogen who nodded softly to the young man, before turning to run away from the scene.

Shanna, on the other hand, dropped the arm that was holding the young man and turned to look at Steven and Imogen. And the smile on her face would frighten even the toughest among them at the moment.

Raseri: Where… Is he?

Imogen glanced up to Steven and softly nodded to him as well. Silently letting him know that she was there if he required her.

Steven glanced at Imogen for a fleeting second, acknowledging her nod before putting eyes right back on Raseri. Like one would when facing down a big cat in the wild. You never took your eyes off them. Not if you wanted to avoid a rush.

Steven Brody: They’re gone. You just missed them.

Raseri: Bullshit.

She snarled at Steven and his claim of Dean and The Children being gone. Imogen took a chance and took a step forward.

Imogen: Shan, honey…

Shanna heard Imogen speaking through the haze of rage that she was seeing and snarled at her. Imogen felt Steven stiffen up behind her. Not taking her eyes off Shanna, she spoke softly to her husband.

Imogen: Easy. Don’t spook her. Just… Let me try.

Imogen held her hands out to Shanna to show her that she meant Shanna no harm and took a step forward. This caused Shanna to growl in a manner that was a mix of threat and warning.

Imogen: Shanna, honey, listen to me. Focus on me.

Imogen was indicating herself in an effort to keep Shanna’s attention on just her. In the hopes of not startling Shanna enough to cause her to act.

Raseri: Where… Is he?

Shanna started to walk toward Imogen. It was Imogen that moved so that she could block Steven from stepping in front of her.

Imogen: They left, BabyGirl.

Hearing the name from Imogen snapped Shanna out of the rage-fit and caused her to take a step backwards. She looked from Imogen, to Steven and back. Then she turned and looked at the door she had destroyed in her search for The Sins, fka Dean Matthews.

She snarled and growled once again at Imogen, and Steven by proxy, before turning and sprinting down the halls.

Right at the time she ran around the next corner, she collided with none other than Ashley Fucking Kenyon. Another growl of warning, mixed with rage, sounded from Shanna as she suddenly shoved Ashley as hard as she could and left the area.

A moment later, Imogen and Steven came rounding the corner and stopped short as they both saw Ashley. Imogen looked at Ashley and held a hand out to her in assistance.

Imogen: Ashley. I’m so sorry. Are you ok?

Ashley Kenyon: I’m fine… poor girl’s gonna run herself into a brick wall one of these days and the damn wall is gonna hit harder than she does!

Imogen frowned lightly and shook her head.

Imogen: She’s in so much pain.

She looked over to Ashley in an inquisitive manner.

Imogen: Any idea what triggered this episode?

Ashley shrugs.

Ashley Kenyon: Knowing is different than suspecting… if I thought the man who killed my mother was in the same building, I’d wanna shoot him too.

Both Imogen and Steven snapped a slightly shocked look to Ashley.

Imogen: Wait, she has a gun?

Ashley Kenyon: It’s possible. I would be shocked she did not… somewhere. Though, the mood she is in, she might wanna do it with her bare hands more.

And then the scene fades as Ashley simply shrugs and then the three of them walk away together.
The opening strains of Halestorm’s “Mayhem” start rocking the sound system and the members of Mayhem, Ashley Kenyon, Stacy Jones, Eavan "Sykobitty" Maloney, "Psycho" Saoirse Maguire walk through the entryway and make their way to the ring. Ashley Kenyon retrieves the microphone from Darlyn Fajardo and nods knowingly to the crowd. Sykobitty starts to take the microphone but Ashley just shoots her a look that’s somewhere between a smirk and fuck off. Sykobitty stops right there and nods.

Ashley Kenyon: Trust me, I got this one…

She turns to the camera and nods firmly.

Ashley Kenyon: So we get a warm-up with Keiji Sugiwara and Zoey Madigan-Star in it, do we?

The other three nod and Ashley shrugs.

Ashley Kenyon: Keiji Sugiwara is a great young talent that likes to have fun. You gotta watch your ass with him because he can get it goin’ with the best of them even when he’s fuckin’ around too much. Zoey?

She nods to Stacy as if this is something she should be particularly aware of.

Ashley Kenyon: Shit, Zoey’s in the match, she’s got a shot. Zoey in a team?

Stacy nods, knowing exactly what Ashley is talking about.

Ashley Kenyon: Fuck you ain’t get any better than that! She’s the damn pinnacle! She and Farrah were the Boardwalk Angels and set a standard that everyone else is only hoping they match!

She pauses to point to Stacy.

Ashley Kenyon: Hell, Crystal and Stacy were part of that group as well, not that it helps a certain person…

Sykobitty, Stacy and Psycho all smirk knowing exactly who Ashley is referring to.

Ashley Kenyon: And then there’s you… Sofia…

She shakes her head slightly as she looks disgustedly into the camera.

Ashley Kenyon: You walk around multiple companies like you own them and you always tell everybody it’s because you’re a Hilton and you do a helluva imitation of one too.

She nods, almost laughing, but there’s no mirth in her tone at all.

Ashley Kenyon: Fuck, so does your husband and he is one by blood, but he took lessons from his twin sister on how to be aa spoiled, entitled little shit and he didn’t even grow up rich! He just discovered his bio-parents were and decided that automatically made him fuckin’ awesome and then so did you because apparently you both decided talent was an STD to be passed by protein injection!

All four glare into the camera, contempt radiating off of them.

Ashley Kenyon: Well, let’s be fair, Brayden’s Daddy ain’t shit. He never was and he never will be because he never gave two shits about wrestling. He just thought he had to show up and be T-Will and that was enough to get championships and make chicks’ panties drop and even after that got disproven, he walks around like he’s a somebody that should have a Dynasty named after him even though he’s the weak link in that chain and always has been!

The others all nod in agreement, Sykobitty almost looking like she wants to drop in but stopping herself from interrupting Ashley’s roll.

Ashley Kenyon: His Baby Mama on the other hand has won so many world titles, she needs somebody else to help her count them all and has made almost as many halls of fame! She might walk her ass into so much trouble that nobody ever remembers how good she’s been for a long ass time but she’s set a standard that the family she first married into can’t compete with!

The crowd cheers as Ashley just lares into the camera.

Ashley Kenyon: Brayden is a true chip off the old T-Will block! He’s not shit, he never has been and if he don’t pull head from ass sometime soon, he never will be anything more than the second coming of that giant nothing burger that is his daddy, the weaker twin and “winner” in the “Who can suck the most at trying to pick up mama’s leftovers on the road to nowhere” competition!

Again Sykobitty look like she wants to drop in but stops herself as Psycho and Stacy just stand there seemingly astonished that Ashley isn’t stopping to let anyone else have a turn.

Ashley Kenyon: Once again, B-Brat might catch herself enough shit that she draws every kind of insect except flies but she’s also at least won some things and accomplished enough to say she’s more her mother’s daughter than her father’s. Bray?

Ashley shakes her head in disgust.

Ashley Kenyon: Not so much and that brings us to you and why despite the fact that you are such a tryhard wannabe, you still matter in things tonight.

She nods as the other three all look at her, visibly intrigued.

Ashley Kenyon: You are the bitch that runs your mouth so reckless, it’s amazing you ain’t been arrested for impersonating a big shot yet but, who knows, maybe the cops have already decided they don’t need to because they know you’ll fuck it up yourself!

She points accusingly.

Ashley Kenyon: You represent everything detestable and deplorable about Sedition Rising. You talk about being the best of three families and the only thing you’re the best at is talking out your ass! Sedition Rising are a bunch of people riding off their father’s coattails as their legacies only they couldn't bear the weight because they know they are NOT their father’s legacies. Their father’s legacies are that they were bad motherfuckers, not that their fuckin’ dicks worked once twenty-something years ago!

She nods grimly.

Ashley Kenyon: We don’t need to play “My belt collection is bigger than yours!” like we’re twelve-year-old boys playing with our action figures. We know some of us have been world champions. We know Adrianna has done it here, but our past belts don’t really matter in this case because this isn’t about those, it’s about the Alliance Championships and what they did to Dars and what they did before to Nikki.

She nods pointedly.

Ashley Kenyon: Oh yeah, don’t think I forgot about that shit. You guys are real BMFs against non-combatants you know can’t possibly fight back. Well that’s not us and it damn sure won’t be when we get you in the fuckin’ ring!

She points angrily again into the camera.

Ashley Kenyon: They’ll get theirs at Ascension but tonight, tonight we get to show you for the load of shit you are! You pave the road to perdition not in good intentions but in so much bullshit, we can all smell where you’ve been from miles away! You are not the best Hilton by any stretch of the imagination, you ain’t the best Williams and you damn sure ain't the best Carbajal!

Looking like she wants to spit the taste out of her mouth, Ashley takes a step forward glaring even more harshly into the camera.

Ashley Kenyon: Fuck, lately, you ain’t even the best Rojas and in a few minutes, we expose you as the real weak link in that chain because, let’s face it, if you were half as good as you claim you are you would have carried your sister to multiple tag team championships and then crowed to the world how you managed to do it with somebody who knew how to do nothing where wrestling stood instead of throwing her aside because she couldn’t help microwave you into what you wish you were!

She steps back and taps Sykobitty on the chest almost apologetically.

Ashley Kenyon: Patience is a virtue some of us are still learning and tonight, we’re gonna make you wish you’d been given that as an STD by protein injection by that thing you call a husband!

She steps forward one more time.

Ashley Kenyon: Start runnin’, Rabbit, you’re gonna need the head start!

She flips the microphone towards the corner and steps to the apron as the crowd goes crazy.
Alastair Frost was waiting inside the ring with Jessica Clarkson-Morin with a table set up for the contract signing between Alastair and Jessi Ozborne. Alastair was pacing in the ring with impatience and the fans were getting impatient as well with it being at the end of the night and had to wait for contract signing to be done before leaving.

Alastair Frost: Boss, there is only so much time I can wait before you make your decision about this match. We all know what I did last week to Jessi and where she is right now. She is most likely hooked up so something helping her breath right now.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Mr. Alastair, I’ll thank you to not rush things along. According to time there’s still plenty to go and I am not jumping to conclusions.

Jessica says this into the microphone before stopping herself and looking around the audience. She realizes her and the World Champion are already starting to put their bickering on display. Nonetheless, she continues.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: In all honesty, you should be thanking me that I’m even willing to let this match still happen on account of what you did! Maybe that fine I gave you was too little.

Alastair picked up and raised the World title that he was holding in his hand and he looked at the General Manager with a stoic but cold stare in his eyes. He placed the title on his shoulder and snarled at Jessica.

Alastair Frost: I made it clear that no matter the fine, I will be paying it. My point was clear: Jessi talks FAR TOO MUCH for my liking, especially leading up to a major match like this. She needs to bring the physicality if she wants to get the title away from me at Ascension.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I ain’t talking about a fine, Mr. Frost. I’m talkin’ about the very near decision I came to of stripping you of that…

Jessica points to the World Championship.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: And suspending you indefinitely! I’m gettin’ mighty tired of folks trying to muscle around here just because I try to be “the nice boss.” I don’t like throwing my authority around but lately, I reckon maybe I need to because folks like you, your partner Ms. Decker, all y’all in the Wolves of Odinn? This ain’t y’alls doggone biker clubhouse where someone with a patch on a vest makes the world go around. This here’s New Frontier Wrestling. This is Tuesday Night Collision! In case y’all didn’t realize, that means I’M the one in charge, and I say we still got about five minutes for the challenger to show up. If she doesn’t, then and only then, will I call off the match next week. Until then, you just hush up Buster!

That all might have been intimidating had it not been for the last little bit where Jessica attempts to look as angry as possible and puffs out her cheeks at the unphased World Champion.

Alastair Frost: Why wait in giving me the match? Just give it to me now and you can either find me a new opponent or….

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Mr. Frost! Enough! Now I ain’t gonna tell you agai–

The infamous martyrs, the scars on the sun

Asphyxiating with a smile on your face

While they pull your teeth out, one by one

The opening lyrics of Bring Me The Horizon’s “Kool-Aid” blares out through the speakers as the crowd goes into the frenzy! Everyone, including Jessica and Alastair, shoot their gaze up the rampway in anticipation of Jessi Ozborne’s appearance. After a while, however, nothing happens. With the fan’s cheers turning to boos at the fact that Ozborne isn’t showing up.

Everyone seems disappointed, everyone outside of the World Champion, who’s only response to this is to laugh as the music is fading. At the sign of nobody coming with the music, Jessica’s shoulders sink as she turns towards the champion.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: If this is your idea of a joke, Mr. Frost, don’t none of us find it funny.

At ringside, the timekeeper gets her attention and relays something to her with a hand signal. Jessica visibly sighs and turns back to the crowd and Alastair.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Reckon, we’re about outta time and I got no choice. As much as it burns my biscuits to do this–

Before Jessica can finish her sentence, a noticeable shift in the crowd's reaction can be heard. The rise in the reaction begins to get louder as it seems to be closer and closer to the ring. Before either Jessica or Alastair can register what’s going on, Jessi Ozborne slides into the ring and takes down the World Champion, raining stiff strikes on him.

Security rushes down to the ring, prying the champion and challenger apart. They pull Alastair out of the ring, but Jessi stays in, breaking away from the guards to request a microphone and pick up the contract left on the mat.

Jessi Ozborne: You got one over on me last week…good for you…

Jessi says through a raspy voice, almost as if she’s got a throat full of gravel. It’s clear to see that the damage done to her last week is still there, and the fact that she’s decided to wield a microphone now probably isn’t helping.

Jessi Ozborne: But see, while you may be laughing, you don’t realize that you just made the biggest mistake of your life…but you didn’t finish the job…

Jessi pauses again to catch her breath.

Jessi Ozborne: You may have taken my voice away…but my legs still work…my hands still work…my heart still works…and I will bleed all three of them dry before I let you hold onto that any longer…

Jessi points to the World Championship on Alastair’s shoulder, before grabbing a pen from Jessica and signing her name on the dotted line of the match contract.

Jessi Ozborne: I’ll see your bitch ass next Tuesday…

Jessi throws down her microphone before passing the contract off to Jessica. Both Alastair and Jessi look ready to throw down right now, but in the interest of their match next Tuesday and the guards holding them back, they opt not to as the show goes off the air.