NFW Collision #211!

Skylar Carsons was heading towards the Gorilla position, ready for her match against Laura Steele. While she seemed confident, it was evident that the young woman was kind of looking over her shoulder at the same time. She seemed a little on edge, even backstage, which for anyone that had been paying attention, it would be understandable why. She had almost made it to her destination when a hand on her shoulder made her jump and quickly turn around, though a sigh of relief left her when she saw that it was Kali Bates that had touched her.

Skylar Carsons: You scared the Hell out of me, Kali!

Kali just gave Skylar a look which it seemed like was a silent apology to the younger woman. Carsons sighed and nodded a little before adjusting her hat and looking up at the other woman again.

Skylar Carsons: It’s alright, Kali. I know you didn’t mean to. You’d think I’d be more jumpy in front of the audience since I know he’s in it somewhere, but here we are either way.

Kali Bates: He will not get you, Skylar.

For those around that hadn’t heard the spooky aura’ed woman speak before, hearing her surprised them. But for Skylar? The single sentence brought a calm to her, knowing that her friends would be there for her and protect her if needed. Skylar let out a deep breath before glancing to the area that was between her and the crowd, along with the ring.

Skylar Carsons: Looks like I get the newer girl tonight…Laura Steele. Think I can take her, Kali?

Carsons glanced at Bates who was simply giving her a look that asked if she was serious with that question. Skylar laughed lightly and put her hands up a little in surrender.

Skylar Carsons: Alright, alright…silly question to ask, I get it. I’ll see you after the match, though. It’s time for me to handle business the way that I know how to.

Kali nodded at Skylar, watching as the young woman continued on her way. Bates took a quick look around at everyone around Carsons before finally nodding to herself and turning on her heel to head back to the locker room.
We cut backstage to the Mayhem 2.0 locker room as we see Ashley Kenyon sitting down on a chair with her Alliance championship resting on her lap as she’s looking down at it while Becca “Bruiser” Maguire is pacing back and forth carrying hers. After a few moments of silence, a light knock on the door is heard and then the door opens to reveal Stacy Jones, her left foot heavily wrapped up and she’s using a crutch to help her walk with her title in the other hand. Maguire and Kenyon look over to their injured teammate and Kenyon stands to her feet to allow Jones to sit down on the chair to alleviate the pain she must be dealing with currently.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: So what’s the verdict, lass?

Now it’s Jones’ who looks down at her championship as she lets out an elongated sigh.

Stacy Jones: Well… good news is nothing is broken or torn. Bad news is I won’t be able to compete for a month.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Meanin’ y’all ain’t gonna be able to help us defend the belts at Reckonin’ Day… shit.

The Unbreakable One looks up from the title to her teammates.

Stacy Jones: We’ve got Eav though, right? She can take my place?

Bruiser remains silent as she places her title over her shoulder and then folds her arms before looking over to Kenyon.

Ashley Kenyon: [color=#f3f3f3We’ll figure it out. You just worry about gettin’ healthy. Don’t worry about us, we’ll be fine.[/color]

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: I’ve got the fuckin’ solution…

Maguire walks over to her duffel bag and places her title down beside it before rummaging through it and proceeds to pull out something everyone recognizes, her wife’s shillelagh, Blackie. Walking back over to Kenyon and Jones, she points to the weapon in her hand.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: They put one o’ ours on the shelf? Well I’m gonna fuckin’ make sure one o’ them is put on the shelf too!

Before Kenyon or Jones can say a word, Bruiser storms out of the locker room, slamming the door behind her on the way out as The Unbreakable One looks over to Kenyon.

Stacy Jones: You should probably go after her before something bad happens, Ash.

Ashley Kenyon: Bruiser with Blackie… God help us…

She nods and follows Bruiser out just as Stacy suggests as we cut elsewhere.

We open to a closed interview set, a soundproof room where two couches sit across from one another, with the NFW logo hanging as a sign between them. Seated in one chair is Devyn Mitchell. Seated in the other? The World Champion, Jessi Ozborne, who’s looking a bit tense in her position.

Devyn Mitchell: I’m here with the NFW World Champion, Jessi Ozborne. How are you today, Jess?

Jessi Ozborne: I’m…fine. How are you?

Devyn Mitchell: I’m well, thank you. I don’t wanna take up too much of your time here, so I wanna cut to the chase with my first question. Last week, you suffered a loss at the hands of your challenger for Reckoning Day, Chris Matthews. How are you feeling following that defeat?

Jessi readjusts herself in her seat.

Jessi Ozborne: That a real question?

Devyn nods off-screen, prompting Jessi to try her hardest not to roll her eyes.

Jessi Ozborne: Well, Dev…I don’t feel great. I don’t think anyone does after losing a match. But what’s sticking in my craw is just how much Chris seems to take this as a victory. I mean, he shows up, says the same tired and repetitive shit about my relationship with the Queens because he thinks he knows what he’s talking about. Then this happens, and he seems to think he’s on top of the world. All this shit he’s talking, yet I don’t think I’ve heard a single “thank you” to Sanada for giving him the win he otherwise would never get. Then again, he’d probably find a way to mess that up too, given he doesn’t even know how to pronounce her name right.

Devyn Mitchell: So, I guess with that said, I wanna ask you outright: Do you see Chris Matthews as a threat to your title reign at Reckoning Day?

Jessi pauses, seemingly calculating her next words carefully.

Jessi Ozborne: The logical answer to this question would be yes, I do. Real talk, regardless of how it happens, Chris Matthews got a win against me last week. The history books don’t care how he got it, they just show that he got it. Anyone else in my position would probably say that alone could easily make him World Champion in a few weeks…

Jessi leans forward in her chair, her words taking on a new intensity as she does.

Jessi Ozborne: But the thing is…I’m not just anyone…in fact I’m Un. Like. Anyone. See, Dev, I’m willing to admit right now that I’m a fiend. An addict. And my addiction is winning. Don’t get me wrong, Dev, it’s not like everyone else enters this business to lose. I know that. Everyone in this business wants to win…but not like I do. That’s why I’m in the position that I’m in today, Dev. Because I approach every match with a need to win.

Jessi sits back in her chair, with Devyn now leaning in to hear more of what the champion has to say.

Jessi Ozborne: Last week, Chris Matthews may have given me a loss, but in doing so he also took away my fix. If there’s one thing to know about an addict, Dev, it’s that when you take away their fix…you’re not gonna like what they do next. Just like Chris Matthews isn’t gonna like what I do at Reckoning Day. Because it’ll be a cold day in hell before I make the same mistake twice.

Devyn Mitchell: Those are definitely some strong words coming from you. And if those words are to tell me anything, it’s that all your anger from last week is being directed solely at your challenger for Reckoning Day, Chris Matthews. So with that, I gotta ask, have you reconciled with Sanada over her part in the loss that took place last week?

Jessi takes a moment to think on Devyn’s words, before slowly beginning to unclip the lapel mic from her shirt.

Jessi Ozborne: We’re out of time, Dev.

Devyn looks at Jessi, confused.

Devyn Mitchell: The production sheet says I have you for another three minutes.

Jessi Ozborne: And I said we’re out of time.

Jessi lightly sets the mic kc down on the arm of the chair, with Devyn taking that as a signal to leave her be. The World Champion sits in her chair, thinking to herself as we fade.
Priscilla White: Mary, Mary, Quite contrary, how does your Ego grow? With Silver Belts, and Cocks on the shelf; and petty maids all in a row.

She smirked.

Priscilla White: You’ll see just what it’s like, tonight, to fall before the Blood Queen.

Priscilla growled, softly, pointing to the title belt across her shoulder.

Priscilla White: This your target? Good luck, Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary; This ain’t your shot. Nah. T’night, you go toe to toe with me, but you ain’t ready for a real shot at victory. Someone has to fall tonight. It ain’t gunna be me, Miss How-Does-Your-Ego-Grow.

She pointed then to the countdown clock in the hallway behind her. Ticking down to their showdown.

Priscilla White: Let’s Dance, Mary.
Cameras weren't at the arena this week; they were at Iowa Speedway track, as seen over the titantron, overlooking the start and finishing line, as it was a returning track for NASCAR this weekend. The cameras then turned to Konrad sitting in the grandstands, looking at the pit straight area. Then he looked up at the camera as they were doing light testing during the night for the races over the weekend. Konrad looked seriously at the camera and spoke.

Konrad Raab: "It's stupid that Jason and I had a match, but we were taken apart and told to leave because it wasn't in the ring. I wonder if people realise wrestling matches can take place outside the ring? I have wrestled many matches outside the ring, and I enjoy them. The funny thing is the bat to my chest was the only thing Jessica's husband could do to calm me down. Yes, I still have deep-rooted anger issues, but you notice, unless I'm fighting with someone, they aren't as bad as they once were. I have got a long way to go in my therapy sessions, and they know I've slipped up more than once."

Shaking his head off the incident last week with him and Jason Shade while smirking simultaneously. He drinks some water before talking again, more on the offer about the match for the Supershow.

Konrad Raab: "I didn't get to address you accepting my challenge for the Reckoning Day Six Supershow or the stipulation you wanted for our match due to my focus last week on taking your head off. Of course, I want a no-rules and no-limits match, and I would've demanded that sort of thing anyway; I'm literally a king of hardcore wrestling, after all, and I took out Johnny in only my first few matches here. The only opponent you've fought apart from me since you got here has been against Jason Gray, who's still my friend because I needed someone in the wrestling business to talk to since I don't have many friends in the business."

Konrad was still struggling to make wrestling friends because of his insecurities with trust.

Konrad Raab: "I aim to do a lot more to you and your pathetic face, especially I could use, oh, I don't know, a weapon that's very special to me, a weapon that became my friend when I first started using it almost two years ago and it's pretty dangerous. My flanged German mace. I've not had the opportunity to use it in this company yet, but I will have no problems doing so to your face with your stupid threat that's worse than my threat to you. I have the luxury of not dealing with romance bullshit with people in sports I'm involved in cos they ruin your life, like Grace will with you someday, Jason."

He smirked; of course, it was only so Konrad could provoke the fire because he wanted everyone to know how vital the match was for him and how much joy he got out of pissing people off.

Konrad Raab: "I can't wait in a few week's time to face you and leave you covered with blood all over the place. I've been blooded and burned before, and it's never affected me, and I've even wrestled injured because I had to do my damn job. I drove when I've been injured, too, because I love physical pain. I explained why I tapped in the Supershow match because it was mental pain I couldn't get out of, not psychically. But I won't let that affect me when we face the Supershow this time, and I can't wait to stand as the victor. I will drag your ass all over the ring like a ragdoll you are and destroy you until you can't move or stand."

Cameras focused on Konrad's face before the cameras on titantron went black before cameras appeared elsewhere backstage.
The scene opens in a locker room. Jordan Majors is alone. She is getting warmed up for her match later on in the night performing squats. The door can be heard opening. Coming into the scene is Diamond Caldwell. Jordan is so in the zone that she doesn’t notice Diamond is in the room. With a smirk on her face, Diamond speaks.

Diamond Caldwell: Ready to whoop Kaya tonight, I see.

Jordan snaps suddenly to look at Diamond. She gives a soft laugh and then a half grin before she turns back and puts the bar on the rack. She dusts her hands off and turns herself toward Diamond.

Jordan Majors: Yeah. Honestly I’m just getting tired of dealing with the same damn people over and over. Like, when are the aholes gonna figure it out, yeah?

Diamond nods.

Diamond Caldwell: I was hoping eliminating Trixie from the battle royal weeks ago would be the last I saw of her. That bitch coming back to eliminate me illegally only made things worse. You’ve been dealing with Kaya longer than I’ve been at it with The Wolves. Must be annoying seeing her face.

Jordan rolls her eyes and then crosses her arms as she leans back on a heel.

Jordan Majors: I think I speak for every single Queen of Chaos when I say the next time we see that bitch will be too soon for a long, long time. I mean, I get that it started with other people and she was a much bigger pain in the ass for Jessi, but I guess I got the tag now. Jessi and Sanada are handling their end of things. We’ve gotta do this. As long as you want the Wolves neutered, you will be fine by me. Fine by all us.

Diamond smiles.

Diamond Caldwell: Thanks. I admire the sisterhood you and the Queens share. Speaks volumes how you have each other's backs in the darkest of times. No secret I have always been a loner. The few times me and my wife were on the same brand I preferred to go it alone. Always self conscious about being viewed as my own woman. It took me this long to value the meaning of a partnership.

Diamond chuckles as she rests her hands on her hips. Jordan slowly steps up and pats Diamond on the back and then smiles.

Jordan Majors: I think I know a girl I share a home with that probably feels a bit like you in that regard. But truly, I’d run through a wall beside you right now as far as this issue is concerned. I’m not sure that’s how I would have felt about you two years ago, but now? For sure. I don’t know another person that as well equipped and equally pissed off about that group of people. So if they come for you? As far as I’m concerned they’re coming for me.

Diamond smiles appreciating the words that came from Jordan.

Diamond Caldwell: You are one the toughest, most resilient women alive. I’m glad we are standing side by side. Trixie, Kaya, whatever else the Wolves want to throw at us. We’ll outlast them. One battle at a time. Whoop Kaya’s ass tonight.

Jordan grins and puts her knuckles up and waits for Diamond to bump them.

Jordan Majors: Don’t worry, girl. I got this.
The scene cuts to the ring, which is decked out with a Plasma Screen TV, a few palm trees, some comfortable armchairs, and a giant MAXIMUM EFFORT sign. Sitting in a chair in one corner of the ring, is Barry MacKenzie, eyes on his phone and clearly bored. But in the center of the ring, with a big shit eating grin stretching his face is Max Walker. Max grins as he raises the microphone while glancing around carefully at the crowd.

Max Walker: Well G’DAY you lucky people and welcome to history in the making! Cause tonight, right here on NFW Collision is the first ever MAXIMUM EFFORT. Just a little shindig I put together where I, your favourite man with that mic in his hands, the motormouth from Melbourne himself, Max Walker, bring out guests and grill them! And unlike some of those other horrific ‘talk shows’ mine comes with its own personal security, cause if anyone tries to mess with me, Big Bad Barry over here will shut em up quick smart! Right Barry?

Barry raises a hand and gives a small wave before Max turns around grinning again.

Max Walker: Good man, Barry. There’s some enthusiasm. Now, lets not waste time, because a very special first show deserves a VERY special first guest, and tonight I am proud to bring out the best possible guest we can get! Ladies and Gentlemen, on your feet and showing her the respect she deserves. Allow me to introduce her Royal Highness, The Queen of My Heart, BIAAAANNNCCAAAA DAVIS!

‘Hella Good’ by No Doubt hits the PA system, and from the back out races Simple Simon, rolling down some red carpet along the stage. After a few moments, from the back out steps Bianca Davis, a regal robe adorned on her shoulders and she starts to strut down the ramp, but then pauses and looks back towards the entryway, and soon a bunch of security swarms out, dressed in simple black clothes with a crown on their chest, and the throng follows out as Davis heads for the ring. Strutting up the steps, Bianca is greeted by Max sitting on the middle rope to hold it down for her, allowing Davis to climb in, before Max hops off, bringing the rope up right between Simon’s legs who was trying to follow her in. The security guards flood the stage, providing a human wall of meat as they all face the stage, while in the ring Max takes her hand, kissing the back of it, and then clicking his fingers to a roadie to hand him another microphone to hand to Davis. Max takes a step back, pulling a chair slightly closer for Bianca to sit in, before getting his own as well.

Max Walker: My Queen, welcome to Maximum Effort, and may I just say, it is so good to see you as always. I see you have bought a few friends out here? Would this have something to do with the terrible management and horrific work conditions we’ve had to work under this week?

Queen Bianca Davis: Thank you, this is the respect I deserve. You see all of you sit here and disrespect your Queen far too much, from the general manager of Trauma, to the Darcey Graves, to Mayhem, to all of you lowly peasants watching see I am what you all should aspire to be. I mean really Max is their a woman more classy, more elegant, more beautiful than me?

Max Walker: Absolutely not, My Queen. And you forgot how smart you are, as our lovely guests outside the ring can attest too.

In the corner, Barry can be seen rolling his eyes but Max and Bianca clearly have eyes only for each other right now, as Max turns back to the camera.

Max Walker: And I have to say, My Queen, it was just like your kind-hearted and benevolent nature to think of getting Stacy Jones a gift for her wedding! Is there nothing you can’t do? Barry?

Barry sighs and gets up, reaching over under one side of the ring, and coming back over to hand Max a pair of crutches! The crutches are bright blue, and clearly have a giant label saying they are PROPERTY OF CHICAGO HOPE as Max stands up and smiles.

Max Walker: See Stacy! This is how nice my Queen is. She got you a pair of NEW crutches. They were BORROWED from the hospital. They match your nice black-and-blue ankle, and well…..the OLD would be YOU. Hope you enjoy your wedding, Hop-A-Long!

Bianca gave a wide smile as the boos flooded the ring and gave a regal wave to all of the retrobates in attendance. As she put the microphone up to her lips as she kept her eyes on Max.

Queen Bianca Davis: It was the least I can do I mean you wouldn’t want to miss your wedding because you CAN’T WALK DOWN THE AISLE after all. I know how special that day is and I wouldn’t want it to be over with though as benevolent as I am their is something I am going to take in exchange for that and you know what that is?

Bianca smiled brightly as she said in a direct tone.

Queen Bianca Davis: Those Alliance titles, because quite frankly I deserve gold so does my Max, and Barry as well. We all deserve gold and we are going to have it around our waist though a redesign is in order, I know someone who will give these belts the make over and the belts you hold? Well one of them can be Melted down into a new crown for me

Max Walker: A new crown for my Queen? Why that sounds wonderful! Doesn’t that sound amazing, Big Mac?

Barry sighs and gives a small shake of his head as Max grins and then looks back out at the crowd.

Max Walker: I think that sounds perfect. De-golding those Mayhem bitches at Reckoning Day is going to take a MAXIMUM EFFORT but thats exactly what it will get. Because with the combined smarts nd strength of The Queen and the Carlton Crew, there is NOTHING that can st—

Max’s voice is cut off and his head instantly turns towards the stage as ‘Mayhem’ by Halestorm roars through the PA System and from the back out storms Becca Maguire, carrying her wife’s shillelagh, Blackie. Becca pauses at the top of the ramp, pointing Blackie towards the ring where Max and mow Davis has even risen from her seat. Max stares for a moment and then chuckles waving a hand at the security guards on the ramp.

Max Walker: Uh uh. This ain’t like Trauma, ya dumb bitch. We came prepared this time. Ain’t no way you are getting to us. This security? Its hired by my lovely Queen and they’ll keep make sure you and your little toy ain’t coming near us. Why don’t you go backstage and try and find a new friend to help you for Reckoning Day, because there is n—

Again Max pauses as out from the back jogs Ashley Kenyon, and she’s carrying a lead pipe! Ashley and Becca share a glance and then nod, and they start to come down the ramp. The Queen’s security moves towards them, and both Becca and Ashley start swinging at anything that moves! Blackie meets some bellies, a lead-pipe is introduced across some thighs and ribs, and the swarm of security may have the numbers, but Mayhem has the anger and their not stopping!

Recognising how the security number is dwindling, both Max and Bianca share a look, and then tear across to the other side of the ring, dropping and rolling out, and high-tailing it for the security barricade! Simple Simon catches on a moment later, as Becca and Ashley keep right on swinging until just two men remain standing between them and the ring. Becca and Ashley twirl their weapons and the security guards glance at each other and step away, and now both girls look in the ring, where Barry MacKenzie stands up, staring them down.

Max Walker: BARRY!

The loud voice over the PA system distracts Mayhem, a single spotlight showing Max and Bianca have already reached an exit and MacKenzie gives the girls another glance….when the security guards that ran away earlier leap on them from behind trying to restrain Becca and Ashley! Both the guards find their grips quickly broken and weapons wrapped around their knees and backs, but when Mayhem turns back to the ring, Barry has gone as well, and the camera catches him reaching Max and Bianca. Max pats Barry on the back, and then gets the big man to hoist him up, so he can sit on Barry’s shoulder in the crowd and waves back at becca and Ashley in the ring.

Max Walker: Sorry Ladies! No uninvited guests on Maximum Effort. Glad you two are fans though! And hey, I’m sure whatever hospital bed Hop-A-Long has to watch on from, she’ll enj—BARRY LETS GO!

Max quickly drops the mic and hightails it as Becca and Ashley dive from the ring and start dashing into the crowd. Max, Bianca and Barry all slip out, and the last thing the crowd sees is Ashley and Maguire reaching their exit a few minutes later before we cut to commercial.
A singular voice and piano fills the arena. While the song remains the same, there are new subtle differences. On the tron, a sea of hands holding candles appears as the arena lights drop, causing small lights to appear throughout the crowd. On the tron, we now see the piano which a young girl of sixteen is playing, and Eavan Maloney sitting on the piano singing her own theme song.


As ‘Use My Voice’ really kicks in with the rest of the band, the arena lights come up again as a band of spotlights move to a point at the entry. Eavan Maloney rides out on a 2022 Harley-Davidson and her Devil’s Doves vest over an American Murder Log t-shirt, tight black jeans and Doc Martens. On the bike there’s a black flag that reads Use Your Voice, which flutters behind the bike as Eavan rides around the ring. Eavan parks the bike at the bottom of the ramp, and unhooks the flag, steps in the ring, and starts waving the flag to a fairly strong reaction before putting the flag against turnbuckles. She looks back at the tron to her girls from the Krigarakademin, American Murder Log and herself singing her theme with pride. Eavan is tossed a microphone as a ‘Use Your Voice’ chant is actually heard, which Eavan acknowledges, putting her hands together and bowing to everyone from each side of the ring.

Eavan Maloney: CHICAGO! First off, I want to say thank you. Thank you for being on this rollercoaster ride with me. There’s been a bit of shittiness but a whole lot of good, and that’s something I don’t acknowledge enough, but you guys helped lead me to a better place… so thank you.

The crowd pops are surprisingly louder than they’ve used to be, which humbles Eavan some. Eavan chuckles before sitting down cross-legged in the ring to another pop.

Eavan Maloney: You knew this was coming, and again, thank you. Thank you for letting this become a thing, even if I did borrow it from someone else. Fuck it, it’s my thing now, and you all know what time it is. Except, it’s not so much Storytime tonight. This is more a case of announcing a few things and putting a few people on notice. And I guess I have to talk about one of the elephants in the room and that’s the future of Mayhem 2.0. I got taken out, Sorsh got mindfucked, Stacy got jumped last week by the Carlton Crew and see, that’s the difference between US and the opposition. The opposition has to rely on taking out one piece of the puzzle to get any sort of advantage. Whereas we walked in the door and took the damn Alliance Titles. Reckoning Day, we send the Crew packing and Davis back to a life of rags. Fuck I hate fake Queens.

The crowd pops, though a few fans caught the double entendre of the last comment and reacted with ‘Ooooh's' which caused Eavan to smirk.

Eavan Maloney: Priscilla White, you’re going to want to hear this, because CURRENTLY it involves you. Nobody can say how long your reign will last. Of course, you’ll say until you choose to end it, and I’d have to slap you upside the head which I’d enjoy actually. I haven’t hid the fact that I am coming for MY title that sits on YOUR shoulder. I’m sure you’ve earned it, but the fact is that that title should have never been yours in the first place because it was STOLEN from me years ago. So I’ve devised a plan to guarantee that I will get it back. It’s a few months away still, but there’s a particular tournament that happens every year. The very same tournament I was in last year and would have won until plans changed and I left this place.

Now, if memory serves me correctly, the winner of the Vlad Blackheart tournament goes on to fight the champ. Well, let’s be honest, you will never see me and Jojo the Pooh in the same NFW ring, or any ring for that matter. Sorry not sorry Steven, Jessica, but somebody was going to go there eventually. Thank your lucky stars this is all I’ll ever say about it. I’ll wire you the money for my fine later. Then again, what I said about Priscilla applies here as well. One never knows when a reign could end.

What I was getting at is that when I win that tournament, I’m coming for the title that means the most to me. The Silver Mountain title. See, Priscilla, I told you it kinda involves you. For now, but I hope by the time my moment comes, that it’s you holding it because I actually respect you. I have no issues with the Wolves of Odinn, and I think it’d behoove both camps to keep that respect intact though, let’s be honest, this wouldn’t be the first wolf cull I’ve been involved in.

The crowd reacts loudly to that. Some popping for anything Eavan says, some react with disgust, but the volume was palpable regardless.

Eavan Maloney: Speaking of Wolves… hello Alastair. I think this is the part of the promo where my fines are about to go up because, Frost, I’m going to say the things you’re too proud to. You were ROYALLY fucked over at Ascension, and to be fair, since then you’ve lost your edge. I’d have gone on a narrative there, but as Jessica back there wants me to believe, it’s all in my head but I’m pretty sure the millions who watched saw the same thing. Now, the higher-ups seem to think they can control what I say or do, but if their treatment of Killian Oliver is any indication…

Eavan shrugs and laughs, and directly looks into the hard camera as though speaking to the Washington native.

Eavan Maloney: Hey, you fat fuzzy miserable prick, how you doin?

Eavan paces around the ring, still laughing.

Eavan Maloney: Alright, alright, back to business at hand. Alastair, I’ve got a proposition for you. Tonight, we show these fine folks in Chicago what wrestling with heart is all about. A fair war. I want World Champion Alastair Frost back, if only for tonight. I want the Ring-Worn Soldier back. I want the prick from Mile High back who tried to fuck over us Shieldmaidens. I want to know if you still have it in you, and I want YOU to see if you still have it in you.

Eavan tosses the microphone, grabs the flag and waves it again before exiting the ring, back on her bike and up the ramp.
Alastair had gotten off the phone with Thunder to check on the status of the Club house and he made a phone call to Banshee to check on how his wife was. His cold heart had been melted and softened but he had to keep the cold and methodical nature in his heart while in the building.

Alastair Frost: I know you wish to be down here to give me the support during the match this evening but the recent bout of morning sickness you had was really bad. I don’t want any travel that you will do to make any other bouts of morning sickness you will get worse. I will come to see you after my match this evening. I love you too.

Alastair hung up and put his cell phone in the bag he carried his gear. He snarled at the local talent that were overhearing his conversation with Banshee.

Alastair Frost: Were you raised in a barn? It is considered rude to listen to someone’s conversation, especially a phone conversation with a loved one. Get back to what you are here for and listen and learn while you are experiencing what NFW has to offer.

The talent cowered away from Alastair and his threat since he was not afraid to mince his words, no matter who he was talking to.

Alastair Frost: Eavan Maloney, the one who runs her mother whenever she wishes to and trash anyone and everyone she wants. She can trash talk me in any way but it isn’t anything I haven’t heard before against any enemies of the state I have faced. She may no longer be affiliated with the Shield Maidens but as a Wolf of Odinn, I have a better understanding of the MC mentality then most and it has expanded my physical and mental prowess. Perhaps you can remember those teachings in order for you to survive against the Lone Wolf. If not, perhaps I can beat the teaching back into you. We may not have crossed paths while in MHW but I have heard some of the stories from my fellow Coven members at the time and others that know you well.

Alastair snarled but his dealings with the other branches of the MC Clubs was few and far between except for his time at Mile High Wrestling.

Alastair Frost: You have earned your name of Sykobitty for a reason but Lone Wolf is not a moniker but a way of life for me. Whenever a wolf is on the hunt, it will go after and all prey and will go in for the kill.

Backstage, Caelynna is seen walking around slowly while looking up. She stops short at a piece of scaffolding and begins to climb it before sliding back down and jumping off at the bottom.

Caelynna: Ok, it's not up that one.

She looks at the camera and smiles.

Caelynna: Oh! NFW management took that pretty bag I acquired last week and I've been told I have to find it on a pole tonight, so I'm looking all over for it back here. As sticky as my fingers are, and as sneaky as I am, I failed to find the little trap that was put on it by who I can only assume to be that little Faebitch, Lilith Meadows. You see, my sleight of hand and stealth may be high, but I rolled a natural one on perception last week. It's also how Cait Flanagan was able to get her hands back on the bag, but that's not going to matter after tonight because I'll find it soon enough.

A stagehand goes up to Caelynna at that point and whispers something to her before leaving. As he walks off, Caelynna reaches into his back pocket and pulls his wallet in one swift motion without him realizing. She pulls out all the credit cards and cash and stuff them into her trench coat and tosses the rest of the wallet on the ground.

Caelynna: It seems I've been mistaken and the pole is part of the ring and not somewhere else in the arena. Cait Flanagan, we will settle this in the ring, but when I get the bag tonight, you will have to relinquish ownership for good. If you want it after that, you'll have to purchase it on E-Bae like everyone else! Lilith Meadows, you better keep your tricks out of our match if you want to do this fairly. My kind and yours may have originated from the same place, but Goblins left it for better opportunities and you best not cost me this one tonight, yuh-yuh! I can't believe NFW cares this much about a bag!

She sighs and storms off while the sound of various items banging against each other from inside her coat pockets are heard. Caelynna then screams and yells out.

Caelynna: I guess New Frontier Wrestling doesn't believe in finders keepers!
We’re brought back to the commentary table, where we see Nick Hanson specifically to give us an update on things.

Nick Hanson: What a night we’ve had so far! We’re gonna get to our main event in a few moments, but before that we want to show you some exclusive footage. Earlier tonight, you all heard from the NFW World Champion Jessi Ozborne. But after her interview with our own Devyn Mitchell was finished, we got a glimpse at an interesting interaction while the cameras were still rolling. Take a look.

We cut back to the interview set from earlier, with the footage showing Jessi Ozborne sitting in the seat where Devyn Mitchell left her. She clutches her title in one hand, while using her other to tap the arm of her chair finger by finger. For a while, it’s hard to tell what she’s thinking. Eventually her head darts upwards, her attention being caught by someone off screen.

Jessi Ozborne: Oh, terrific. Glad you’ve decided to just show up here. I mean, after everything, you were just the person I wanted to see. Truly.

It’s clear by the sarcasm in Jessi’s voice that whoever just walked in isn’t someone that she’s particularly fond of. Her fake happy demeanor quickly changes to that of an annoyed one as she continues speaking to this person.

Jessi Ozborne: Can I help you?

The person who Jessi doesn’t have fond feelings for is soon revealed to be ISIS. Boos can be heard from inside the arena.

ISIS: Duty calls, Jessi. This is a possible matter of fate after all. You should hear what I have to say.

Jessi Ozborne: You always have something to say, don’t you? And the weird thing is, almost every single time you do, it makes me hate you just that little bit more. So why, pray tell, do you think I’d actually wanna hear you out?

ISIS: For better or worse we’re bound by Fate. I have noticed your recent dealing with Sanada. And it reminded me of the woman she helped train, a common annoyance of ours. Maki Megumi.

ISIS rolls her eyes. She clenches her fist.

ISIS: Some would argue my treatment of Maki after she failed me at War Games was a little harsh. I showed mercy. I opened my heart to that Judas. The entire time she was plotting, scheming, waiting for her chance to screw me over. I don’t entirely put the blame on her. Always been a child. The weaker of the Megumi’s. She had to learn those treacherous traits from someone, someone like your “best friend.” Don’t you think?

For a while, Jessi just sits in silence, letting that question linger in the air between the two. For some reason, she has a harder time finding the answer to that question than any of the others she’s been asked in this room today.

Jessi Ozborne: I don’t like what you’re insinuating. Nor do I find it to be true. See, there’s a big difference between you and me, ISIS. And that’s that I’m not a monster. All you did was take and take from Maki, and in the end, you got what was coming to you. Anyone in her position would’ve done what she did if they had to deal with someone like you. I’m not like you. At all. End of story.

Jessi takes a pause. She can somehow tell by the look on ISIS’ face that she doesn’t believe a word that she’s currently saying.

Jessi Ozborne: Look, I trust Sanada, alright? What we got? Goes beyond the Queens. Hell, we were bridesmaids at each other’s weddings. We’re sisters before teammates. Nothing’s gonna shake that. So whatever mind games you’ve been sent over here to play on me by Chris and the rest of your dumbass clique? It ain’t gonna work.

All ISIS can do is smile at Jessi's response.

ISIS: Monster or not, we are not immune to people stabbing us in the back. Diamond Steele...

ISIS holds up one finger.

ISIS: Alexandra Calaway...

ISIS holds up a second finger.

ISIS: Kaya Parker

ISIS holds up a third finger completing the list of some people who opted to leave the Queen’s of Chaos under controversial circumstances.

ISIS: We may be two different people, the one thing you can trust Jessi, Fate comes for us all. Who knows, you could lose your championship the same way I lost mine... betrayal.

ISIS chuckles a little. She doesn’t give Jessi a chance to respond, she turns her back to the World Champion and walks away. Jessi sits in her seat, now looking even more unnerved than she did before ISIS walked in. It’s clear by the end rocking motions and finger tapping that Jessi feels like jumping out of her own skin. Instead she just leaves the room, quickly grabbing her title and getting out of her chair to do so.