NFW Collision #208!

We cut to ringside while “Break Stuff” by Limp Bizkit is playing over the PA system and we are greeted by Killian Oliver standing in the middle of the ring in a suit with a microphone in his hand. Two black recliner chairs are situated on either side of him, one of them with a microphone resting on it and hanging from the rafters right above Oliver’s head is a banner that reads, “The Killian Oliver Show”. The Washington native raises the microphone to his lips as “Break Stuff” fades out and the Chicago crowd begin to boo heavily, however the man in the ring ignores it.

Killian Oliver: Morons and neckbeards! Annoying little brats! Welcome to the greatest talk show in professional wrestling history! Welcome… to the Killian… Oliver… Show! With me, Killian Oliver… obviously.

The fans boo even more, however this does not phase Oliver in the slightest.

Killian Oliver: Now, I’m going to do my best here to stay calm and collected… but the reason why I have resorted to this is because I have been wronged.

He pauses as a look of sadness crosses his face, he knew he wasn’t going to get any sympathy from the fans, but he didn’t care.

Killian Oliver: Ever since I stepped foot into this company… the woman sitting behind the General Manager desk right now backstage has wronged me… and on more than one occasion!

Oliver can feel himself getting angry, so he takes a deep breath before continuing.

Killian Oliver: Last week was just one of many Battle Royal matches that she has put me in for an opportunity at a championship match… because she knows that nobody here likes me and will work together to make sure that I don’t win it! She is doing this to make it appear that she’s doing right by me, by giving me these opportunities, when in reality… she’s doing this deliberately because she doesn’t want me representing her brand as a champion!

The fans boo heavily, obviously they strongly disagree with the man’s words, but again, he doesn’t care what they think.

Killian Oliver: It sickens me that this travesty of justice continues on… all the while… you have the likes of Queen Neapolitan who was given shot after shot after shot at the World Heavyweight Championship and now? She finally has it… and it’s because the so-called “good Christian woman” in charge is one of the biggest Queens of Chaos ass kissers walking the Earth the God she believes in created.

Oliver feels himself getting heated again as he rubs his face with his free hand and calms himself down again.

Killian Oliver: So here we are… to get to the bottom of this. You see… I know damn well that I am good enough to be a champion here. And why? Because if I wasn’t… my guest tonight wouldn’t have reached out to me PERSONALLY… if he didn’t believe that I was the future of this company. So morons and neckbeards… annoying little brats of the NFW Nation! Please welcome… the CEO of New Frontier Wrestling! Steven… Brody!

The fans pop as “Like A Shot” by Coming For Blood comes on over the PA and the aforementioned CEO comes out of the tunnel in a semi-casual black suit and white shirt. Brody makes his way down the aisle, slapping some hands on the way before reaching ringside. He walks up the steps and into the ring. Despite the fans’ feelings about Killian Oliver, Brody doesn’t hesitate to give him a hearty handshake before picking up the second microphone and sitting down with him.

Steven Brody: Killian, thanks for having me. I never got to tell you, I like your setup here, it’s pretty cool. How are you?

Oliver nods in appreciation and even gives the fans a smug grin.

Killian Oliver: Thank you, Sir… I came up with the design myself. As for the answer to your question? Not so good if I’m being honest, however I am confident that we will be able to fix that shortly. But what about yourself, how are YOU?

Steven Brody: As well as can be, I’ll say. Life of a wrestling CEO is often never dull and there’s always something to keep myself busy with. So, Killian, what can I do for you?

Killian Oliver: Straight to the point. I like that. And I completely understand as I know you’re a very busy man. So here’s the deal. Now I know you’re a man of impeccable decision making… after all, you personally signed me to your company… however even the best can make mistakes…

He pauses for a moment and Brody raises an eyebrow.

Killian Oliver: I believe the woman you hired to run Collision is not a good fit. See, Mr. Brody… Sir… in my very first professional wrestling match working for another company? I became a champion. Now, I certainly wasn’t expecting to be thrusted into a title opportunity here immediately… however I have a major problem with the fact that I have been put into several Battle Royal matches to earn a championship match here. Since I first joined this company, the only championship match I have had, I had to pretty much force myself into it because of the incompetence of the Collision General Manager. She doesn’t want me as a champion here. She doesn’t want me representing one of the brands that YOU created. She doesn’t want me representing the brand that the late, great Luthor Callaway helped mold into one of the most hard-hitting, competitive brands this sport has ever seen! And so the reason why I have brought you out here tonight is because I know that you are a smart man and I know that you know what is best for the future of this brand, so I would like to know what you plan on doing to rectify this travesty of justice that has continued to occur?]

Brody sits in silence, allowing Killian the floor as he speaks. There’s scattered reactions from the crowd throughout. Cheers for the name of Luthor Callaway, boos at the idea of firing the current General Manager. Brody lets Killian speak as he sweeps his eyes around the Chicago crowd before giving the host of the show his full attention again.

Steven Brody: Well, Killian, listen. I understand your frustrations at how things have unfolded since you signed with us, I do. You came off the independent circuit hot out the gate where you were a force to be reckoned with and believe me, you still are. I watch you come out here every time and you do what you do best. You knuckle up and you leave it all in the ring. That’s what this is all about. It’s what professional wrestlers do. As for the decisions made by Mrs. Morian, again, I understand how they may seem…confusing, perhaps even frustrating. The role she’s in, however, even as a manager, is a learning process and all will have to understand she’s still relatively new to the board. So that being said, barring some suggestions on alternative ideas on how to offer future opportunities to her, there’s really nothing that should be done…

Brody pauses and the confident smile on Killian’s face suddenly…fades…

Steven Brody: See, what you need to stop and realize Killian is that in all of the matches where Mrs. Morian has presented an opportunity, there’s so many different names that have been in that ring but there’s one thing in common they all have. One name.

He raises a single finger up then directs it to point at the man sitting in the other chair.

Steven Brody: You. Every opportunity that’s been presented has included you in it, Killian. Ample opportunities to rise to higher up the proverbial food chain here in NFW. That tells me, without any doubt in my mind, that the young woman you feel is so adamantly out to get you actually sees in you the same potential I do. You’re more than just a professional wrestler, Killian. You’re a scrapper. You’re a fighter. You’re the type of guy that Luthor Callaway, whom you yourself mentioned a moment ago, would have beat me to the punch at offering you a deal here. Now, you may not be everyone here’s cup of tea and I get that. Not everybody is, but there’s an entire book full of names that were in your shoes and they rose above the occasion. Stop and ask yourself, if Mrs. Morian had something against you, would she even book you in these matches with an opportunity on the line? I think the main issue here, Killian, is you need to look inside yourself and ask “what is Killian Oliver going to do to overcome this bump in the road?” I’ll paraphrase Ms. LeeAnn Viskan just the other night on Trauma…this isn’t like any other professional wrestling organization, Killian. This is the New Frontier. The very best come here. The toughest men and women anyone has stepped into a ring with. The wrestlers here…they’re a different breed. Management’s not the issue here, Killian. With no disrespect intended, it’s something in you and you need to find it. I know you can. I know you will. And when you do find it, you’re gonna be the Killian Oliver I was looking for.

Oliver sits in silence looking down at the floor, clearly this wasn’t what he was hoping for from the CEO. He slowly stands up out of his chair and strokes his free hand over his face and through his beard. The Washington native, much to the surprise of the fans in attendance then begins to nod as he turns to face his guest.

Killian Oliver: You know what, Mr. Brody? I’m going to be completely honest with you here. That’s not what I was expecting to hear from you… and… I can’t say that I’m exactly happy with what you have said. But… you know… sometimes the truth hurts. You are absolutely right. I really… REALLY need to think about what Killian Oliver would do… to overcome this bump in the road. Thank you, Sir. I appreciate your honesty.

The Washington native then extends his hand towards the CEO for a handshake and Brody stands up himself and accepts said handshake.

Steven Brody: No harm intended, Killian, please believe that. Because on behalf of everyone in management, we believe in you and I know that you—

Suddenly Oliver slams his forehead right between Brody’s eyes with a vicious headbutt as the crowd is stunned into silence.

Nick Hanson: What the--

Jim Reynolds: Did he just--

Olivia Mayfaire: Killian Oliver just assaulted the CEO of our company!

The Washington native stares out into the crowd briefly with a blank expression on his face, and then looks back down as Brody begins to stir as he tries to stand back to his feet by climbing up Oliver’s legs. Oliver shakes his head before he grabs the CEO, lifts him up onto his feet and then hoists him up onto his shoulders.

Nick Hanson: No! Don’t do it, Killian! That’s your boss for crying out loud!

Jim Reynolds: I honestly don’t think he cares!

Olivia Mayfaire: He could lose his job over this!

Letting out a guttural roar, Oliver then proceeds to nail Brody with Go The Fuck To Sleep and the CEO slumps to the mat in a heap as the fans become unglued with the loudest boos imaginable. Security, trainers, officials and EMT’s all begin to rush down to the ring to check on the condition of their employer while Oliver just stares down at him with that same glazed over expression.

Nick Hanson: I… did that really just happen?

Jim Reynolds: I’m afraid it did, Nick.

Olivia Mayfaire: I’m in shock, guys.

As the ring fills up with bodies, one of the trainers gets carried away and shoves Oliver and starts yelling at him for what he just did, while the rest of them demand that the Washington native leave the ring as EMT’s check on Brody.

Nick Hanson: Well, ladies and gentlemen… we apologize for what has just transpired here…

Jim Reynolds: Hopefully we will receive an update on Mr. Brody’s condition and give it to you later in the show.

Olivia Mayfaire: Can we cut to commercial break or something so we can get this asshole off our screens and move on with the show already?!

Oliver drops to the mat and rolls out of the ring and begins to make his way up the ramp, not looking back as we cut to commercial.
Cameras are located inside Konrad Raab's locker room with green LED lighting again, but unlike the last time, Konrad isn't feeling sad and at a loss about what he's going to do, but angry and knowing exactly what he has to do as he stands up and places his face on the camera, showing his intensity and gritting his teeth.

Konrad Raab: "I'm not even going to discuss the match last week because, yeah, I won, but it wasn't the talking point, was it? No, of course not. You see, me showing respect for Jason Shade, this is exactly the reason why I don't because you get stabbed in the back for an attack. Now, I'm not going to call the guy a coward because, honestly, attacking me from behind in the ring is the best fucking thing you could've done."

Nodding to approve of the attack, which is rare amongst people, but he was still angry and showing signs of anger about it, mostly because he felt he hadn't improved, and that affected him.

Konrad Raab: "You see, I didn't forget about you, Jason Shade if that's your reason for attacking me from behind; it was more how could I talk about you when you weren't even around NFW, to begin with? You see, I'm not a coward who would talk crap about you when you weren't around. I'm honestly glad it happened because it gave me the reason why now I have a goal to unleash your ass all over the damn place. This aggression I needed, and I was thankful you attacked me from behind, leaving me down and destroyed."

Konrad scratched his head, sweat pouring down his face and face paint dripping away.

Konrad Raab: "Next time we meet, whether I'll attack you in the ring tonight after your match or not, you're in for a war with me. We do need to end this shit, that's for certain after the tie I got with you after the open challenge match we did, but hope you'll stick around for me to beat the daylights out of you to end this once and for all, the shit I started to get myself a name here that I earn respect from. You're going to be in a world of trouble when we meet in the ring next, and you'll hate me for how fucked up you'll be when I'm done with you."

Konrad breathed in and out as the cameras went to ringside for the first match of the evening.

The cameras take us to the backstage area and it is there where we are treated to a woman we haven’t seen before. She is blonde and has a bunch of curves to her as she could be seen drinking some tea and eating crumpets. She smirks as she extends the pinkie while she is drinking. As the camera lands on her we then see a very familiar face. The familiar face smirks as it would to be Diamond Steele, however this figure is wearing eye glasses and is holding a Union Jack designed Mega Phone. She smirks as she looks into the camera and begins to speak obviously by yelling into the megaphone.

Kath-Lyn Elizabeth: Good evening all of you wankers. I know it’s a bunch of poppycock to watch your programming of Collision but I am here to inform you that your Tuesdays are going to get that much better. My name is Kath-Lyn Elizabeth and I am the owner of the Agency of Steele. I am the best manager in all of professional wrestling today! In my hand is my Megaphone of Magnificence and it feels great to be here. Beside me is my client but a woman who is much more than that. She is my sister Laura. She is of rich noble English blood and well I think I would rather let her speak.

Laura turns her face to the camera as she immediately turns her nose up to the screen.

Laura Steele: Bloody hell… I can see that everything is bollocks. I have been standing for a few moments and I am already knackered by this company. I am a noble. I plan to introduce this company to the essence of Class, Extravagance, and Sophistication. Yet I don’t see anybody in this company with having manners. I spent my life living with a high upbringing. My grandmother was best friends with the Queen. Even my sister here is of nobility considering her middle name is after the queen. I don’t know how Kath-Lyn can even put up with all of you.

Kath-Lyn Elizabeth: Surely it’s a lot of patience. Anyway tonight is just us speaking our mind and making our debut. Laura is going to be something big in wrestling. She will be bringing the class, the extravagance, and the sophistication. If people need a lesson in proper manners of etiquette Laura will definitely teach you what those are.

Laura Steele: Now the other day I was on X and I saw a bunch of cleavage across my feed. It was so disgusting and it seems that class has gone out the window. People need to showcase decency and cover up. I am here to cleanse the world of all of the perversion. I am here to bring class into the ring and showcase that wrestling was founded not by fornicating that all of these bimbos and blokes wish to portray. It wasn’t by being a sex symbol but it should be based on what really matters and that is wrestling in the ring. You see Catch Wrestling is what wrestling is about. It was invented in my England and that’s what the sport should be about. It’s not about who is sleeping with who. Throwing up a thot picture and shoving us down your throat.

Kath-Lyn claps her hands together.

Kath-Lyn Elizabeth: Thank you even though if it did come to being a sex symbol my sister would definitely be better than anything and everybody in this company. As the agency of Steele I only represent the best of the very best and that is what Laura is. She is going to outwrestle anybody in her path and she will showcase the culture of what being an honorable British is about. It’s all about honour or it’s nothing at all. I mean just look at those who are fighting in tonight’s main event. Jessi is among the one the most overrated women in all of wrestling and as far as Cait goes well COVER UP! Nobody wants to see any of that. Collision puts trash on in their shows.

Laura Steele: And instead we want class not trash. I come to set the stage and I will take out whoever is in the way. This will be my domain. I will rise to the top and with Kath-Lyn by my side I know I can win any match by any means necessary. I have the best blood running through my veins and it’s time to showcase what I can do when the attention is on me.

Laura smiles as she holds up something to the camera. It’s a cattle prod that has a Union Flag design. She clicks it until we hear the buzzing as she cracks an evil grin.

Laura Steele: I call this little thing an amazing friend of mine. This is the Rod of Sophistication and I won’t hesitate to shock some class into all of those in my way. A little can change people for the better and I am going to maim every single person who feels they don’t want to be educate and assimilate into a better society of having class. It won’t be long until I make a debut and when it does happen you can rest assure that my rise to the top will “shock” some, but to me I already who I am and it’s time for me to do what I do best. So everyone get ready because I will have my way and when I beat everyone it will be a case of told you so… Cheers… It’s time for sophistication to take over.

With that Laura smiles as we fade out and go elsewhere.
Inside an otherwise empty room, Grace Radley stands with a large, leather-bound volume edged in gold open in front of her.

Grace Radley: Many people claim to be change-makers in this business, but very few accomplish that goal. My client, Jason Shade, will be one of them. I suggest that those on NFW’s Collision roster prepare for the coming of a revelation - an apocalypsis, if you will. The modern concept of the apocalypse comes from this very book, the Christian Bible, and its final chaper.

She turns the book around to face the camera, showing the old fifteenth-century typeface and beautiful illustrations in the margins of the page. The words are incomprehensible to the modern viewer, written in Latin, but Grace appears to have no trouble with it.

Grace Radley: Jason has been sent to NFW because the old ways need to be torn down. His initial arrival was a harbinger of the destruction to come. There are competitors who need to be torn down, attitudes that need to be ripped apart, and my client will do exactly that. We thought that perhaps our job was done following his match with Mr. Raab, but it appears that’s not the case at all. Mr. Raab, like so many others here, is in need of a good humbling.

Grace flips a few pages in the Bible, turning them carefully so that the old parchment doesn’t tear. She lands on a page decorated with fireballs coming down from the top of the page and smiles to herself.

Grace Radley: This is a good representation of what’s about to happen, Mr. Raab. You have ripped away the seal and now I am not just Jason’s guardian angel - I am his harbinger. I am the one who announces his arrival, and those who choose not to heed my warnings do so at their own peril. We tried to tell you before, that Jason is unlike any competitor that you’ve ever faced. But you didn’t listen, did you? So now you find yourself in this predicament.

Grace Radley: Konrad Raab, you have been called to atone for your sins against Jason Shade, because you dared to speak his name and call him to you.

As Grace closes the Bible, Jason Shade himself appears from behind her, dressed head to toe in a black suit and sunglasses.

Jason Shade: You spoke my name, Konrad. I was willing to leave you in peace with your moral victory. But you couldn't let things die. One should be careful about summoning their demons. Yours has arrived.

Grace and Jason exchange looks and the room goes dark. When the lights come back up a moment later, both of them have seemingly evaporated into thin air.
In the parking lot of the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum, we see Trixie Dexter exit a black vehicle.

She doesn’t get to open the door until she is knocked forward, she crashes to the ground.

We get a good glimpse of the figure who assaulted her.

To no ones surprise it is DIAMOND CALDWELL

Diamond Caldwell: I told you bitch it would be on site. Think I’m joking now?!

Trixie scowls, then rolls her eyes.

Trixie Decker: Jesus fucking Christ, Diamond. Are we gonna do this shit forever? Don’t you have other people to nip at the heels of?

Diamond walks forward. Trixie does get to her feet. The two launch straight to brawling. Both aren’t giving an inch. But it becomes apparent, due to Diamond holding a height and weight advantage that the brawl is going slightly in her favor. Then Trixie pokes Diamond in the eyes, blinding her.

She grabs Diamond by the hair. She drags her over to the rental car. Trixie slams Diamond’s head on the hood of the car not once, not twice, not three times, but four. She rolls her on the hood of the car.

Getting on the hood with her, she props Diamond between her legs. Whatever Trixie was thinking (a possible piledriver attempt) Diamond reverses it. Trixie lands on top of the roof of the car. Diamond takes a moment to regain her bearings. She joins Trixie on the roof of the car. She mounts her. She is getting off some solid shots. Trixie is able to reverse things so she is on top of Diamond, Trixie gets some good shots in as well. When Diamond reverses, both women slide off the roof of the car, down to the back of the car, finally both women land on the concrete.

Both women make their way to their feet. Before they can continue their fight, NFW security has made their way to the parking lot. There is enough of a crew to keep both women from tearing each other apart even further.

Whatever Diamond and Trixie are screaming at each other has to be censored out. The only thing that was audible from Trixie’s end, between long beeps, invoked the name of Diamond’s paramour, Crystal.

The scene fades with NFW security being shown to be able to maintain order in this rather chaotic situation.
A singular voice and piano fills the arena. On the tron, dozens of hands holding candles can be seen.


As ‘Use My Voice’ really kicks in with the rest of the band, a band of spotlights move to a point at the entry. Eavan Maloney walks out to a modestly favorable pop, her Devil’s Doves biker cut over a black turtleneck, black jeans and Doc Martens, her multi-colored hair in a braid, and microphone in hand.


As the song goes to chorus, on the tron stands all of Eavan's 'girls' from the Krigarakemin singing along to the song, as American Murder Log plays the tune. Eavan turns around and watches, blowing a kiss to the tron before walking to the ring. As she claps hands with fans who engage, she steps through the ropes and continues to watch the tron with a smile on her face like a proud mother. Eavan waves off the tron as the crowd applauds. Eavan paces the ring with a smirk on her face.

Eavan Maloney: So, last Saturday, I decided to check out Trauma. I usually don’t but I feel like pretty soon Mayhem 2.0’s going to have to have our heads on swivels to see all the threats coming after us. I mean, we got teams like Thicc Attack. I’m sure The Wolves of Odinn will end up on us soon enough. Much as I loathe to even mention their names, but there’s seemingly as many Queens of Chaos members as there are Shieldmaidens lately, they’ll be after us. The Kingdom… actually, let me circle back to them later.

Eavan shrugs and smirks, before sitting down cross-legged in the center of the ring.

Eavan Maloney: Chicago, you know the rest of this is going to be good if I’m making myself comfortable. So, I mentioned a few good teams though let’s be honest, adding in the Queens of Chaos is stretching the word ‘good’ to its limits. Now, if you ask that superfan… the hell’s her name again… Kaydence? Yeah. If you ask Kaydence, and ain’t nobody has by the way, she’d tell you that The Kerry Family should be fighting for the titles instead of Mayhem 2.0. Do you know WHY the Kerrys don’t get title shots? Because nobody CARES about the Kerrys. They have MAYBE two or three more fans than I do, alright? You said it yourself. They show up, they do their jobs, and they don’t raise hell. If you want to be noticed in this industry, raising hell plays a hell of a part. See, I may not have fans, but at least the people KNOW me. If I have something to say, like tonight, I’M here. I say what I want about whoever I want, and love me or hate me, you can’t deny me. Think about it, THEY couldn’t come to the ring and state their grievances, YOU - somebody who should have stayed on the OTHER side of the barricade, got time on a nationally-televised wrestling program to make their case FOR THEM. They’re weak and pathetic. Way to go, superfan.

Eavan waves off that thought and rubs her temples, closing her eyes and shaking her head.

Eavan Maloney: You know, I know this is something I should have let go of years ago, and I’d been trying. But then on that same Trauma, I get to be reminded of it all over again because Crystal Hilton feels like she has to blow smoke up everyone’s ass. Crys, Jasmine Matthews never beat me for the Silver Mountain championship. Temu Lucifer, or as he was known back then, Anton Crowley, was rigged to fight Katra. So, unlike something you’d ever do, and I can show receipts Crys if I had to, I chose family over wrestling and I was forced to hand the Silver Mountain title over to Jaz. Only reason she held it that long is because I wasn’t around for a long time. Since then, we’ve never been on the same show. Which I guess is fortunate for her but the day will come. And there ain’t enough members of The Kingdom, or her family, to keep me from her the day I strike. Shit, I can already picture Jasmine sporting a Scapegoat t-shirt with the way Trauma’s become.

Eavan takes a deep breath and shakes her head to calm herself down.

Eavan Maloney: But enough of the never-weres, let’s talk about the aptly-called Manifest Destiny. First off, I want to thank, and apologize, to my teammates in Mayhem 2.0 for having to deal with me as of late with my concussion. It sucks to be on the sidelines, but I’m glad we have a depth of willing family members eager to step up and fill in for Sorsh and I. To the person, or people, who got involved the last time, let me say this real quick. When I find you, when WE find you? There will be nothing left to send back to your folks to bury. Sedition Rising, and to all of my haters who silently read my social media, dying to know what I may say about you, let me say this publicly so that there’s no mistaking my words… OFF is the direction you can fuck.

Eavan flips the microphone to a crewmember then kips up as they go to commercial.
We cut backstage in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Colosseum, where we see Devyn Mitchell standing by with Jessi Ozborne, who seems to have her focus narrowed on warming up for her match.

Devyn Mitchell: We are just seconds away from our main event, and I am here with the NFW World Champion, Jessi Ozborne. Jessi, it seems that you have had eyes all over you ever since you won the World Championship last month at Ascension. Are you starting to feel the pressure that comes with being champion?

Jessi Ozborne: Devyn, you know me. You know where I’ve been. You know what I’ve done. And you know damn well that I’ve been here before. 9 times over, in fact. Now I’ll admit, with the experience of having wrestled all over the world, I can confidently say that NFW is where the best in the world wrestle. But that doesn’t create pressure for me. It creates excitement. Because as long as I got this? That makes me the best in the world.

Devyn Mitchell: Well, let’s go into the type of people who have had eyes on you recently. First there’s Chris Matthews, who’s been making his intentions of going after your title clear for weeks now.

Jessi Ozborne: Yeah, and he’s been super annoying with it. I’ve said it once. I feel like I shouldn’t have to say it a thousand times. If Chris Matthews wants his shot, he can wait his turn. I said a few weeks ago that as long as I’m on top, Collision is the Jessi Ozborne Show. And on the Jessi Ozborne show, everything is earned. I already gotta deal with one person trying to hop to the front of the line. I’m not dealing with a second.

Devyn Mitchell: Speaking of which, tonight you take on Cait Flanagan with your title on the line in your first defense. Last week ended with Cait laying you out with your own title, and she’s made it very clear that she doesn’t intend on giving you a fair fight tonight. Do you feel as though your reign could be in jeopardy tonight?

Jessi Ozborne: Of course I do. I’m not dim. I’ve seen Cait Flanagan in that ring before. As much as she's an annoying fuckmuppet, she’s actually pretty good when she isn’t trying to find the easy way out. I can’t predict what she’s gonna do tonight in order to get this title away from me. All I can be certain of is what I’m willing to do to keep it. And when you put my will against anybody else’s, mine wins every time.

Devyn Mitchell: And one last thing before the start of this match. I just wanted to point out something going on in recent weeks within your own camp that I noticed and wanted to get some insight from you on it. It seems in recent weeks, you’ve been on the other end of some strange behavior from Sa—

Just then, “Kool-Aid” by Bring Me The Horizon begins to play, cutting Devyn off.

Jessi Ozborne: Sorry, Dev. That’s my cue.

Devyn gives Jessi a semi-annoyed nod, seemingly not a fan of her question being cut off. Jessi walks out of the frame, revealing Jason Shade to be standing behind her from a far distance as we fade.