NFW Collision #210!

The opening video package ends and we open up to the announce table.

Nick Hanson: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Tuesday Night--

Suddenly the camera cuts to the inside of the production truck where we see Killian Oliver sitting there looking into the camera wearing a headset of his own.

Killian Oliver: Shut up, Nick! Nobody cares!

Nick Hanson: What the Hell are you doing here?! You’re supposed to be--

Oliver pushes a button on the control panel which appears to silence Hanson and the rest of the commentators as the Washington native lets out a relieved sigh before he sits back in the chair that he’s clearly taken from one of the workers who would normally be in charge of the production of the show.

Killian Oliver: Now I know you all probably didn’t expect to see me here… after all… I was suspended for thirty days unpaid because I simply did what every single one of you morons and neckbeards out there sitting inside the Colosseum and the ones sitting at home have all wanted to do to their own boss. What most of the idiots on this roster have likely thought about doing but never had the balls to do.

He chuckles as he shakes his head.

Killian Oliver: It wasn’t supposed to be like this. I was doing the right thing by exposing our General Manager for being unfair and biased! Abusing her power! The proof is right there in front of everyone’s faces! Giving the likes of Queen Neapolitan chance after chance after chance at the World Heavyweight Championship! Hell… the wife of the biker stripper got a title shot in just her second match back here! And she lost her first match back as well! But no… because she was on the side of NFW’s “Unbreakable” golden goose, screw everyone else in that division right?!

Oliver strokes his right hand over his face and through his beard.

Killian Oliver: You were supposed to agree with me, Brody. You were supposed to see the truth… but no… you’re just like all of the other suits. You don’t care about guys like me who have to go above and beyond to try and make a name for themselves! Instead you just care about all the money that these false heroes make for you with all the merch sales and all that crap! I’m sick of it! I am damn good at what I do in that ring and I deserve the spots you all keep giving to those who kneel down and do what you ask of them as they kiss your asses!

Suddenly a loud banging is heard on the door to the production truck as we hear the booming voice of Robert Marino coming from outside.

Alexa Marcus: Mr. Oliver?! This is security! You are violating your suspension by being here and I have been instructed to ask that you unlock this door and exit the production truck!

Killian Oliver: I’m sorry but Mr. Oliver cannot come to the door right now because he’s busy not giving a fuck what you say!

There’s a brief pause as slight murmurings can be heard coming from outside the truck.

Alexa Marcus: Mr. Oliver?! I have just been informed that if you do not exit the truck in the next ten seconds that your NFW contract shall be terminated effective immediately!

Oliver angrily rubs his face with his hands.

Alexa Marcus: 10… 9… 8…

Killian Oliver: Alright, Ms. Muscle! I’m coming!

The Washington native shakes his head before standing up, reaching into his pocket and removing the keys to the truck, he then unlocks the door and opens it up as he is immediately dragged out of the truck and he comes face to face with a very annoyed looking Jessica Clarkson-Morian. He smirks, clearly amused that he’s annoyed the Collision General Manager.

Killian Oliver: Lemme guess? I’m now suspended for sixty days without pay?

The General Manager holds her ground, glaring up at the large man. Standing beside her, Nathaniel Morian looks ready to spring into action if he needs to but his wife sighs and collects herself before turning to Alexa.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Get him outta here.

Alexa Marcus: Yes ma’am. C’mon, big guy.

With that said, Alexa and her security staff all begin to muscle Killian away, forcefully escorting him towards the nearest exit door. As Jessica and Nathaniel watch them go, her cell phone goes off from a text with the opening chime of Little Big Town’s “Pontoon”. Jessica is snapped out of her state and she pulls her phone out to look at it. She reads it in silence before tapping a response back and slides her phone back in her pocket. She gives Nathaniel a calmer look and motions him along as the two start to head back to her office.
The crowd is anxiously waiting for the first match of the show. They are abuzz waiting to find out who this new debuting talent is. The lights go out and the crowd’s anticipation is let loose as a good majority start cheering. The sudden start of “The Rascal King: by The Mighty Mighty Bosstones fills the arena. The crowd erupts into a solid mix of cheers as well as jeers. Out from the back, into a spotlight, strolls “The Rascal King” Sean Curley.


Sean starts to stroll down toward the ring. There was a certain swagger in his step. He gives the occasional high five or handshake to fans, shaking his head and shrugging at those jeering him. He climbs the steps, walks along the apron to the middle of the ropes, and turns to face the crowd, his arms draping back over the ropes.


He steps through the ropes and struts around the ring for a moment. He climbs one of the turnbuckles and points out of the crowd with a grin. He drops down and receives a mic from one of the ring crew. As his music dies down he raises the mic to his lips.

Sean Curley: Surprise and shit.

Sean pauses for the smattering of cheers.

Sean Curley: I know all of youse might be a bit shocked. Some of youse might not even know me. Youse soon will. I figured it was time to get this whole wrestling career off the ground. Couldn’t inspire and support my girl making her dream come true and not do the same myself.

Another pause.

Sean Curley: Now, let’s get this fookin’ guy out here so I can get this match over with. Then youse can catch me backstage with a little somethin’ special for youse. Gonna have a little booth set up for a little show of my girl’s coffee shop, E-Girls.Coffee. Maybe see if there is a mahket for it here in Chicago. It’s wicked good, right on pah with Dunks. Now, come one out kehd, let me throw you this beatin…

Sean tosses his mic out of the ring and looks at the entrance way, waiting for his opponent.

Backstage, Cait Flanagan is frantically looking around for something when she spots Lilith Meadows. She grabs the Perseverance Champion by the shoulder and spins her around, anger clear on her face.

Cait Flanagan: YOU! What have you done with my bag? You know, the Hermes that you could never afford? It was right here when I stepped out and now it’s gone, and you were the last person in the locker room. So where is it?

Lilith looks at Cait, confused and a little concerned. She reaches into her pocket, grabbing a Nestle Crunch bar and breaks it in half, holding half out to the redhead in front of her.

Lilith Meadows: We don’t know what you’re talkin about. We didn’t touch nothin, we swear that we’re actually innocent this time and ain’t just sayin it to be cute! You sound like you need some candy!

Cait smacks the candy bar out of Lilith’s hand, glaring at her.

Cait Flanagan: One, I’m not stupid enough to accept food from the Fae. Two, everyone knows that you like to play tricks on people. So what did you do with it? That bag cost me over two thousand dollars!

Lilith Meadows: We play tricks, not steal from people. If it was us, your bag woulda still been there, but it woulda been boobytrapped.

Lilith reaches down, picking up the piece of chocolate from the ground and shrugs her shoulders taking a bite from it.

Lilith Meadows: When have we ever taken stuff over just good old fashioned prankin?

Cait Flanagan: I don’t know, do I? The Fae are always up to new tricks, it’s why I don’t trust them. And I swear if your sticky little hands have been anywhere near that bag, a replacement is coming out of YOUR paycheck!

Caelynna is seen in the background tiptoeing with the bag in hand before knocking over a stack of metal pipes and darting off.

Cait Flanagan: Get back here you ugly little gremlin!

Caelynna hears the comment yelled at her and yells back while running off...

Caelynna: I'm not a gremlin, I'm a GOBLIN!!!

The Irishwoman begins chasing after Caelynna, abandoning Lilith to go after her handbag.
We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Sofia Hilton along with her husband Brayden. Sofia smiles as she is sitting down on a chair resting her head against Brayden.

Sofia Hilton: It’s funny how much things change. Here we are and tonight I get to step into the ring with a woman who I had some bad blood with. It looks like we are going to revisit the past when I get to go toe to toe with auntie Zoey.

Brayden Hilton: Long time no see Auntie Zoey. I bet you didn’t expect to see us so soon. The truth of the matter is that tonight it’s going to be my wife’s night. Tonight she will finally overcome you Zoey and she will be qualified for the Brawl of America Wildcard.

Sofia Hilton: I know you might have had my number the last time we fought one another and honestly I am fine with that. Hell it just seems like nobody seems to be giving me any sort of respect in this company but I am going to get what rightfully belongs to me. I am going to get my respect and there isn’t a damn thing that anybody can do to stop it.

Brayden Hilton: You will appreciate what Sofia brings to the table and the entire world will appreciate what she can do when she steps into a ring. Collision was meant to be a show that a Hilton takes over and it’s only fitting that it is completely up to my wife to get the job done. Zoey you may have been relevant and may have had some importance to you but all of that changes tonight. Tonight Sofia gets her respect and it starts with you.

With that Sofia smirks as her and Brayden walk away as we go elsewhere.
The camera pans as the fans are taking in everything that’s been going on so far.


That’s when “Valhalla Calling” by Miracle of sounds ft. Peyton Parrish blasted throughout the PA system. That’s when the Wolves of Odinn started to come out from the back. In front was Chris Matthews. And coming out with him was ISIS, Kimberly Hart, Eberus, and Nyxx. All look at the fans before they start to walk off the stage and down the ramp. The fans start to boo them which they don’t mind. They get to the steps and start to climb them. They enter the ring as Chris moves to the side and grabs a mic as the music fades.

Chris Matthews: All week people have asked me who is going to be my partner for this match against Jessi Ozbourne and Sandana tonight. I can tell you right that they are in this ring with me. Could it be Kimberly Hart? Isis? Erebus? Or Nyxx?

He takes a look at them and gives off a little smile before speaking again.

Chris Matthews: But before I tell you, I want to talk about Jessi and the Queens of Chaos. You see, I always thought the Queens were a family? I mean, Nakita's father passed and not a single Queen showed up to comfort her. Who was there? Me. I was there to comfort her when she needed it the most. The Queens? They don’t care. Who do they care about? That’s right, they only care about Jessi. Jessi thinks she’s tough, but she’s nothing but a scared little girl. She’s waiting for me to attack her because that’s how she is.

He shakes head slowly.

Chris Matthews: But not me. Jessi, I don’t need to attack you in order to beat you. You want to know why? Because I want you one hundred percent. I want you to be at full strength because I can say that I beat you fair and square.

I'm going away from what I was talking about. I was there to comfort Nakita because I know that she needs a family that she can trust. The Queens? They can’t be trusted. Why? Because they don’t care. But we do, don’t we wolves?

They all nod as Chris knew it was to be true.

Chris Matthews: Nakita you see this? This is family. This is where you belong. You belong with the wolves. We will be there when you need us. But the Queens won’t and Jessi knows that. She knows that it is all about her and nobody else.

That’s enough of that. It’s time to pick who I want for my partner, and I have the perfect one. Almost 600 days unbeaten in Zion. She is the Goddess who tore through anyone that stood in her way. She went up against men and women who fell to her feet.

He points to Isis and nods.

Chris Matthews: She is my partner for tonight. Tonight, we’re going to beat you senseless Jessi. There is nobody in this company that will make Isis fall. Tonight, it’s just a preview what’s to come, Jessi.

He slams the mic down as they all stand in the middle of the ring as “Valhalla calling” blast throughout the PA System. They all look at the camera as the scene fades.
All Konrad could do was smile and laugh, mostly because of the death threat over comments about his manager. He laughs hard while in the locker room, although he won't be in Chicago for long today as he flies straight to California after the match with Jason Shade. Regardless, it was business time and addressed to the camera in the dark with a green LED light on.

Konrad Raab: "You made me laugh, and I didn't even listen to your video until yesterday because, you know, I have a life besides wrestling and keeping up with everything people say. Somehow, your manager who talks for you can speak so much about me, but you got mad when I threatened to beat her down. I said if she got involved in the match, the keyword if you stupid idiot. My god. I always laugh at the death threats because I know it's not going to happen. People threatened to kill me many times before, but guess what? They failed because it's a myth; it's an ineffective threat. I dealt with you attacking me from behind better than you dealt with comments I mentioned about your manager, who shouldn't have said anything to begin with."

Once again, he laughs at how Jason thought Konrad was God's gift. He laughs it off.

Konrad Raab: "Since when have I ever said I'm God's gift and acted like an honorable man? I haven't, and that's why I'm here to begin with. How often have I admitted that I've made many mistakes on this show? Please bitch, don't act like attacking me from behind isn't what an honorable person would do. Jason is being honorable, my ass. Cry me a river that I insulted the love of your life. That's why I'm glad I don't have romantic relationships with anyone in the wrestling or racing business. Maybe Grace should keep her mouth closed and avoid the wrestling business in the future."

Of course, it was merely responding, which was a good thing he did, considering he wouldn't have much to say otherwise. He licks his lips with the match they were having tonight, although it was just a regular match.

Konrad Raab: "Maybe you shouldn't be an honorable man if you need a woman to keep you there. It means you can't be yourself, which I can understand; being yourself in wrestling is hard; heck, I'm barely myself as it is, but I don't need any woman to keep me honorable. I'm going to destroy you. Not kill you because we know we aren't going to kill each other, but destroying me, I could believe, but I don't. You aren't walking away from this match; this is just a taste of what you'll receive at the coming Reckoning Day Six Supershow. Tonight, we're going to beat the hell out of each other and make sure only one of us is standing, and that will be me. See you out there."

Konrad got his points down as the cameras went elsewhere in the arena.
Alastair was still on the high after getting married so soon after starting dating Banshee but he had loved her dearly. Settling down and having actually married someone he never imagined that it would happen when he had heard others at the base asking him constantly about whether he was dating or not. He and Banshee had planned their honeymoon for the future but being booked for Collision halted the plans.

Alastair Frost: Good evening Janie. A fellow Wolf on hand is a sight for sore eyes.

Janie had just walked into the Wolves’ locker room to meet up with Alastair for their tag match. She gave him a nod as she looked at him and listened before speaking.

Janie Grayson: I'm never far on show nights. I'm just usually with Thicc Attack instead of around the rest of the Wolves. Granted, the last time we were really in close quarters together, we were opponents.

Alastair snarled at the reminder given to him but he kept himself under control while he remained focused on the evening at hand.

Alastair Frost: Unlike the last time we dealt with each other, we were on the opposite side of things and I didn’t understand you and your partner that well but this time it is different. That group that calls itself a crew is acting more like a treasonous group of anarchists. It is something I will not allow to happen and something must be done about them, including shutting them up once and for all.

Janie gave a little shake of her head when Alastair began explaining himself. It had been understandable considering she and Cat had been a little on the quieter side about being Wolves at the time.

Janie Grayson: The past is the past for a reason. Cat and I hadn't exactly been super loud and out there about being Wolves at the time. How you were was completely understandable. As far as tonight goes? Tonight is about reminding everyone why the Wolves are the dominant ones here. It doesn't matter which of us they team together…no other team is a match for the Wolves of Odinn.

Alastair listened to Janie and had respect for her as she reminded how the Wolves are dominant. It is something he learned a great deal since he joined the Wolves before Robbi’s death when she brought him into the MC.

Alastair Frost: Let the chaos begin!

We open up to the Queens of Chaos locker room, where we see Sanada getting ready for her match later on tonight. She looks extremely focused and stoic. Suddenly, there’s a knock on the door, with Jessi Ozborne coming through.

Jessi Ozborne: Hey, babe! You ready for tonight?

Sanada: More than ready, Jo. I’m ready to smash them. How about you, hm?

Jessi seems a bit timid when answering, almost as if she has something on her mind.

Jessi Ozborne: Yeah…yeah, I’m ready. We got this…

Sanada remained her eyes on Jessi before she looked Jessi from head to her toes before looking back at Jessi’s face and Sanada smirks at Jessi.

Sanada: Where’s your energy now, Jo. I need more energy in your voice. Just like WE GOT THIS! Please show me that!

Hearing that, Jessi finally breaks, telling Sanada exactly what’s on her mind.

Jessi Ozborne: Look…it’s just–

Jessi cuts herself off, almost as if actually putting the words out there seems more deranged than she thought in her head. She soldiers on.

Jessi Ozborne: Look, I’ve seen the way you’ve been looking at me over the weeks…and I feel like every time we’re around each other, it just feels…weird. And different. And I don’t want it to feel that way…Sanada, you’re one of my best friends. My sister. I love you more than almost anyone. I just…

Jessi pauses, seemingly a bit overwhelmed emotionally.

Jessi Ozborne: Before we go out there tonight…I just wanna know that we’re good. We’re good, right…?

Sanada: Yeah we’re good, Jo. Don’t let anything overwhelm your emotions. I can give your time to think about it but don’t think I’m going to betray you, Jo. Because that is not going to happen.

Sanada said before she tapped on Jessi’s shoulder as her eyes remained on Jessi’s face and her smirks were still on her face.

Sanada: I will wait for you around the hallway, okay?

Sanada finishes her words before she walks past Jessi with a smirk on her face. Jessi now stands in the room alone, taking a few deep breaths before saying something to herself.

Jessi Ozborne: Yeah…yeah we got this.

After psyching herself up a bit, the champion grabs her title off the bench, before walking out the door as we fade.
“Mayhem” by Halestorm blasts out of the PA system bringing the fans to their feet as Ashley Kenyon, Becca “Bruiser” Maguire and “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones of Mayhem 2.0 burst out through the curtain carrying their newly won Alliance Championships. Kenyon is dressed in a pair of tight blue denim jeans and a Black Stone Cherry T-shirt, Maguire is dressed in a pair of black denim jeans, a Disturbed T-shirt and her Shieldmaiden kutte while Jones is dressed in a pair of tight black leather pants, a Nightwish T-shirt and her black “Unbreakable” leather jacket as the trio begin to make their way down the ramp, slapping fans hands on the way down.

Nick Hanson: Well here come the brand new Alliance Champions after they successfully knocked off Sedition Rising in their second attempt at the titles.

Jim Reynolds: We all thought they were down and out when Psycho suffered her episode and Eavan got hurt… but that was when Bruiser shocked the world and came out of retirement.

Olivia Mayfaire: And in just her second match back here in NFW, she wins gold… truly remarkable.

The trio reach the ring and climb up onto the ring apron and through the ropes before going to corner each and raising their titles high above their heads much to the delight of the sold out Vlad Blackheart Colosseum. Climbing down from the turnbuckles, they each call for a microphone and are handed one each as “Mayhem” fades out.

Stacy Jones: Sounds like you guys are happy to see us, huh?

The fans cheer again as the trio look around at the fans as they all smirk and nod.

Stacy Jones: Now… before we get down to business…

Jones turns her attention to her sister-in-law and Collision’s ring announcer, Darlyn Fajardo.

Stacy Jones: My sweet sister-in-law, Dars… I know how good it felt for you to make the announcement that you made at Manifest Destiny. So how would you like to make it again for all these people here on Collision?

The fans like the sound of that as Fajardo stands up with a smile and nods before raising her own microphone up to her lips.

Darlyn Fajardo: Here are your winners… and NEW NFW Alliance Champions… MAYHEM 2.0!!!

Once again the fans cheer as the trio raise their titles up again for them all to see before Jones blows a kiss in Fajardo’s direction which is reciprocated by the ring announcer.

Stacy Jones: Now that that’s taken care of… let’s get down to business shall we?

Ashley smirks.

Ashley Kenyon: So… whatchy’all wanna talk about?

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Well we could start off by talkin’ about how the tyrannical reign o’ Sedition Risin’ as Alliance Champions is finally over thanks to the three o’ us? That we showed ‘em that when y’all are a bunch o’ fuckin’ bullies… y’all eventually get what’s comin’ to ya? Hell… we could also talk about the fact that with our victory at Manifest Destiny…

Bruiser points to The Unbreakable One.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: ...this woman right here became a fuckin’ Triple Crown Champion.

The fans cheer wildly and start a “you deserve it” chant directed towards Jones, which gets The Unbreakable One all shy, trying to hide herself inside her jacket.

Stacy Jones: Oh stop it. What about the two of you? Bex? You became champion again in just your second match back here in NFW. And Ash? You just keep racking up championship after championship after championship. Now those things deserve credit too!

Ashley Kenyon: Hey, I’m just laughin’ that it means the Corvin Way failed again…

She turns to stare into the camera.

Ashley Kenyon: So, do WE have YOUR attention yet?

Ashley nods like he knows the answer that’s coming.

Ashley Kenyon: Or is this when you just blow if off because you’re not really part of that group anyway and now you can just pretend it always works for you and this doesn’t matter at all. Fuck, there were two of you in that group now and it still didn’t work, did it?

She shrugs in annoyance.

Ashley Kenyon: Now we get to move on and wait for the inevitable Carlton Crew callout, right?

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Or maybe the fuckin’ Kerry Family wants to name drop us again since we apparently didn’t deserve another shot at these titles?

The trio shrug their shoulders.

Stacy Jones: Maybe the Kingdom or three members of the Queens of Chaos are next to step up? Who knows. But what we do know is this… we are fighting champions. And we will be ready to bring the fight to whoever it is who--

Suddenly the champions are dropped from behind by Max Walker and Big Barry MacKenzie of the Carlton Crew as well as Bianca Davis flanked by Simple Simon!

Nick Hanson: What the Hell?!

Jim Reynolds: It appears that the Carlton Crew and Bianca Davis have aligned themselves together to send a message to the new Alliance Champions!

Olivia Mayfaire: Typical tactics by these three!

The members of Mayhem 2.0 begin to fight back, with Bruiser and MacKenzie going at it while Kenyon and Walker square up to each other leaving Davis and Jones to slug it out. MacKenzie throws Bruiser out of the ring and follows after her on the side of the ring by the announce desk while Walker clotheslines Kenyon over the top rope to the outside on the other side of the ring before exiting the ring after her as Jones and Davis continue their fight inside the ring.

Nick Hanson: This fight is spilling out all over the place!

Jim Reynolds: Well Mayhem 2.0 wanted a fight, they’re getting one!

Olivia Mayfaire: I don’t think they meant being jumped from behind, Jim!

Maguire and MacKenzie trade haymakers with one another right in front of the announce desk before MacKenzie drives a knee into Bruiser’s gut before throwing her hard into the steel steps. Meanwhile on the other side of the ring, Walker and Kenyon are slugging it out before Kenyon shoves the Australian back before attempting a Kiss Off which Walker ducks before dropping the woman with the Last Dance.

Nick Hanson: The Carlton Crew taking out Maguire and Kenyon on the outside!

Jim Reynolds: Meanwhile Stacy has no clue as she continues to take the fight to Queen Bianca!

Olivia Mayfaire: Someone needs to come out and stop this!

In the ring, The Unbreakable One attempts a Bat-Hammer on Davis, however the self-proclaimed Queen ducks out of the way and then nails her with the Killer B just as Walker and MacKenzie get back into the ring, picking up the Alliance Championships in the process. Before the Carlton Crew raise the championships up themselves, Davis doesn’t appear to be done as she demands that Simple Simon gets her a steel chair.

Nick Hanson: Now what?! Enough is enough already!

Jim Reynolds: It’s about sending a message, Nick.

Olivia Mayfaire: Shut up, Jim!

Simple Simon obliges his Majesty and grabs a steel chair, folding it up and then sliding it into the ring for Davis who picks it up and then proceeds to wrap it around the left ankle of Jones.

Nick Hanson: Wait, no… don’t do this…

Davis then slaps MacKenzie on the chest and points to the turnbuckle and tells him he knows what to do.

Jim Reynolds: This ain’t gonna be good for Mayhem 2.0!

MacKenzie is a bit apprehensive at first and tries to tell Davis that he feels that enough of a message was sent, but Queen B is having none of it as she gives the instruction again, turning to Walker for support and he tells the big man to do it. MacKenzie then shrugs before walking over to the turnbuckle and climbs up to the top rope, he takes a look out to the crowd showering him with boos and shakes his head before the big man takes flight and crashes down onto Jones’ ankle wrapped in the chair with a Big Boi Splash!

Olivia Mayfaire: My God! Barry MacKenzie may have just shattered Stacy Jones’ ankle right there!

The Unbreakable One screams in agony and immediately clutches at her ankle with tears streaming down her face. It’s at that point, Kenyon and Maguire slide back into the ring each carrying a lead pipe each, however Simple Simon warns Davis and the Carlton Crew with enough time allowing them to quickly exit the ring to safety as they make their way to the entrance ramp. Meanwhile in the ring, Maguire and Kenyon are clearly more concerned about the condition of Jones than they are with continuing the fight as they kneel down beside her. Jones shakes her head before burying her face in her hands, tears pouring down her face as though she knows something isn’t right.

Nick Hanson: Mayhem 2.0 just can’t seem to catch a break. First Psycho… then Eavan… and now Stacy?

Jim Reynolds: Seems as though Stacy may have caught a break there, Nick!

Olivia Mayfaire: Shut… the fuck… up, Jim! How can you make jokes like that when you can clearly see how distraught the woman is?!

The Carlton Crew and Davis back up the ramp with smirks on their faces, clearly pleased with their handiwork while in the ring, Kenyon and Maguire yell for the EMT’s as we cut elsewhere.
Finally, an out of breath Cait Flanagan has caught up to Caelynna and has her hands on the bag, trying to wrench it out of the goblin’s grip. Even though Cait has the power advantage over the smaller Caelynna, it’s clear that the latter has no intention of giving up her prize without a fight.

Cait Flanagan: Get your filthy little claws OFF my bag!

She gets her fingers under the clasp and gives an almighty tug, getting hold of the bag at long last. But before Cait can celebrate properly, a loud pop is heard, followed by a cloud of sparkling smoke. When it dissipates, Cait Flanagan is covered head to toe in glitter! While Caelynna seems amused by this development, Cait lets out a frustrated scream.

Cait Flanagan: I knew that fairy bitch had something to do with this!

Lilith is seen around the corner, peeking out and watching the explosion and her laugh echoes out through the hallway. She laughs and giggles, rolling on the floor, pointing at Caitlyn and Caelynna covered in the glitter.

Lilith Meadows: We told ya we didn’t steal it though!

The redhead whirls around to look at Lilith, clearly furious.

Cait Flanagan: Do you have any idea how much damage you’ve caused! Not just to my bag, but to my whole outfit! I am never going to get rid of this! I’m sparkling more than a Twilight vampire! I am going to have your head for this you - oh Jesus Mary and fucking Joseph!

A “Yuh-yuh!” is heard echoing down the hallway as Cait turns back, realizing too late that Caelynna has disappeared with her bag… again.

Cait Flanagan: This isn’t over! You are both going to regret ever crossing me!