NFW Collision #212!

As the opening video package ends, the camera cuts to the announce table, to find that there is only one person sitting behind the desk. Wearing a black blazer and a black tie over a black “KO” T-shirt with a huge shit-eating grin on his face is Killian Oliver.

Killian Oliver: Welcome morons and neckbeards! Annoying little brats! To the Killian Oliver Show!

He pauses for a moment and then proceeds to pick up some papers on the desk.

Killian Oliver: Oh, my apologies… welcome to… Tuesday Night Collision! That’s a dumb name. Anyway! Don’t adjust your television sets… you are not seeing things… tonight’s edition of Collision will be brought to you by me! Killian Oliver! So let’s run down the card for tonight, shall we?!

The Washington native shuffles through the papers.

Killian Oliver: Okay so first up we have… some Rat Gremlin versus a BTS reject… boring. Next it’s some Rascal Scumbag versus one of those Kingdom rejects… nobody cares. Third match we have Hilton airhead number five versus one of Queen Neapolitan’s lackeys… lame. And then the Main Event consists of a wannabe magician and some swamp witch?

Oliver looks up into the camera with a look of disgust on his face.

Killian Oliver: Who booked this crap?! Oh right! Yeah! It was Jessica Clarkson-MORON!

He throws the papers away and rests his arms on the desk.

Killian Oliver: Let’s talk about something way more important and entertaining than any of these matches on the card, huh? Let’s talk about me.

The Washington native pauses as the fans start to cheer and the camera cuts to the entrance ramp where Jessica Clarkson-Morian, Nick Hanson, Jim Reynolds and Olivia Mayfaire followed by a swarm of security are marching towards the ring area, all of them with very annoyed expressions on their faces.

Killian Oliver: Oh goody! It appears your usual boring ass commentators have managed to free themselves from their locker room and is unfortunately gracing us with their appearance along with your clearly biased General Manager!

As the group reach the announce table, Oliver stands to his feet grinning at Clarkson-Morian, who shakes her head at him before turning her attention to the security and nods. The security then approaches the Washington native and once one grabs his arm, he immediately pulls himself free from the grasp.

Killian Oliver: Get your filthy hands off me! I don’t know where that hand has been! I’m leaving, okay?!

Oliver removes the headset and tosses it to Hanson before he voluntarily leaves the area closely followed by security while Hanson, Reynolds and Mayfaire all take their respective seats behind the announce table and put on their headsets.

Nick Hanson: Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for that display you all had to witness just now.

Jim Reynolds: Jessica needs to sort that degenerate out and fast!

Olivia Mayfaire: She did, Jim! She suspended him! But he doesn’t pay attention to authority clearly! I can’t imagine how much of a headache Killian Oliver is giving our poor General Manager with his antics. Let’s just get on with the show.
The opening strains of Halestorm’s “Mayhem” start rocking the sound system and the members of Mayhem, Ashley Kenyon and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire along with manager Aoife “Banshee” Maguire-Knox walk through the entryway with Banshee carrying a bag. They storm the ring and slide inside, obviously not waiting for anybody else.

Ashley Kenyon: No more bullshit, where's the Carlton Crew and Queen B? We know they’re here tonight, so come on!

Bruiser marches up to the ropes facing the stage and grasps the top one with her free hand as she lifts the microphone in her right hand to her mouth, her face red with rage.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Y’all fuckin’ heard the lass! Bianca?! Ya fuckin’ gammy gowl! Get ya silicone filled ass out here now! And brin’ ya fuckin’ boy toy and the big fucker who nearly broke Stacy’s ankle!

The Shieldmaiden slams the microphone down on the mat and pulls her kutte off, she’s ready to throw down. However, soon, the sound of posh, haughty laughter can be heard as on the video screen appears none other than The Queen herself, Bianca Davis, dressed in her royal garb, a massive crown on her head and her scepter by her side, standing behind her is the monstrous Ana Novak next to her is the Carlton Crew Max to her right, and Barry to her left. The Trio is greeted with loud boos as the Queen begins to speak in a posh tone.

Queen Bianca Davis: Look, guys, it's Mayhem 2.0; what you thought we would just head to the ring? Are you stupid? I mean you three look foolish, but don’t ya always? Anyway, Ash, how's your head? You thought you’d get your filthy hands on me, but my friend behind me had other ideas; let that be a lesson to all of you.

The fans boo the smugness coming from the Queen as she and Max give each other a light peck on the lips, which draws boos. As the pompous Queen continues to speak in the same posh tone.

Queen Bianca Davis: Now, what do you think this is? You have tried time and time again to attack us for some semblance of “revenge”, but let's be honest, shall we? That won’t be what happens. No, we aren’t going to fight on free tv for a bunch of slimy, disgusting peasants in Chicago like who are you kidding? But we will take your Alliance titles on our time.

Max Walker: You tell em Queen!

Max cackles as he rubs Bianca’s shoulder and then looks right into the camera, a wicked grin stretching his lips.

Max Walker: See, you ladies really think we’ll come at your beck and call? That we have something to prove in some random brawl on a Collision? Poh-Lease. The Carlton Crew and our lovely Queen work on our time. Do shit on our own dime. And there’s just no money in kicking your bony cheeks all around the Coliseum tonight. But luckily for us, there WILL be money in seeing you two and whatever gutter scrag you drag with you down to that ring next week. That's when we save the Alliance titles, and put them around our beautiful sexy waists!

Barry looks at Max after that last comment, glancing down at his own extended belly and then looking up at Max, and arching an eyebrow. Max turns and sees the look, giving a slight shrug.

Max Walker: Well……more likely over your shoulder. But the point stands.

Ashley nods back to Banshee as if they knew this was going to be the answer all along. Banshee opens the bag she brought with her and hands “Blackie” to Bruiser and “Barbie” to Ashley. The two accept their respective instruments of destruction, nod to each other and then step out of the ring to go smash something or somebody hard. Max sees what is happening on a nearby monitor and quickly pats Bianca on the shoulder, before jerking his head at Barry.

Max Walker: And its a…..uhh….good thing we have some very important nail appointments to attend to, or we’d stick around and f—fight you now. See you next week, LOSERS.

Max quickly bails out off screen, with Davis and Ana following him at a fast pace. Barry glances the other way, seemingly considering his options before Max’s voice appears off-screen.

Max Walker: BARRY! COME ON!

And with a sigh Barry heads off after the rest, and a few moments later the sounds of some tyres squealing can be heard just before Ashley and Bruiser burst through the shot.
We are able to see Laura Steele and she is clad in a Tudor style dress. The British noble smiles as she keeps her eyes locked on the camera and speaks.

Laura Steele: Cheers… It’s quite funny but who would have thought that nobility would have looked so good?! Last show I came out to the ring and did exactly what I said I was going to do. I brought a taste of class, extravagance, and sophistication… It got me the win I needed and it’s been easy since I got it. Everybody knows what I can do, and when you put me into the ring with inferior beings they are forced to witness the greatness that is me. I won’t be a loser and I certainly won’t lose to the trash that plagues the roster of Collision.

Laura smiles as she runs her fingers through her hair and continues to speak.

Laura Steele: Now tonight I gave my sister the night off. It’s not like much is going on and it’s not like this show really means anything because I am not wrestling on it. However you can rest assure that what you saw so far is only just the beginning. There is much to come and I guarantee you that you won’t want to miss what I have in store… Cheers luv.
The cameras show us Sofia Hilton and she cracks a wicked grin as she begins to speak

Sofia Hilton: Long behold tonight I have a feeling is going to be a really good night. I know things haven’t really been going well for the past few matches but rest assured that tonight is going to be the night where everything turns around for the better. I know I didn’t qualify against Zoey but that doesn’t mean that all hope is lost. Things can turn around and it starts with me handing what I need to do tonight!

Sofia offers a chuckle as she speaks some more.

Sofia Hilton: How’s it going Kairi, do you really think you have a chance at beating me?! Do you think for one second that I am allow you to get the better of me. I highly doubt that. I need this win more than you could even realize, and I need this so that I could stay in the fray.

Sofia just shakes her head as she speaks some more.

Sofia Hilton: Honestly it really didn’t matter who was on the other side of me in that ring. It would have resulted all in the same way. It’s going to be me with my hand in victory and you will be an after thought. See you out there.

Sofia just turns her nose up as we go elsewhere.
The cameras catch up backstage with the Rascal King, Sean Curley. He is doing some last-minute checks and prep for his upcoming match. He smirks as he sees the camera.

Sean Curley: Look, I get it. Everyone loves a wicked big story or some beef when it comes to folks in matches. But I can't say there's any of that here. I ain't got nothin' against Christina, honest to God. She seems like a decent person. Goin' through a rough patch, but hey, who ain't been there, right?

Sean pauses.

Sean Curley: Only problem with her tonight is that we're opponents. I'm gonna head out there and do my thing. Might get lucky and give her a Bah Room Stomp. Might not. But it's gonna be a wicked good match either way. So, no hard feelings or nothin', alright?

Sean gives the camera a wink and then heads towards the ring entrance area.
Outside of the Queens of Chaos locker room stood Kairi Nishikiyama, or rather Kairi could be seen pacing. She was in her ring gear, waiting for the moment to head towards the entrance area. It seemed as if she was quietly talking to herself, possibly psyching herself up for her match against Sofia Hilton. Kairi’s head quickly popped up when she noticed the camera, and there was a smile on her face.

Kairi Nishikiyama: I made my return in order to keep things fair for my fellow Queen, my tag team partner elsewhere. I made my official re-debut in the ring here and dominated.

Kairi paused as she glanced back at the Queens of Chaos locker room door, a slight grin coming to her face as she thought about her return to NFW. She ran a hand through her hair before she continued.

Kairi Nishikiyama: Tonight, I face off against Sofia Hilton. Tonight, I’m going to prove that my return isn’t a fluke. That I’m here to dominate once more, only now I have my fellow Queens by my side.

Kairi smirked as she slid her hands into the little pockets of her half jacket. The young woman licked her lips before continuing once more.

Kairi Nishikiyama: Sofia…you let your ego get the better of you. You look for approval when others’ approval is not needed. That will all be your downfall when we meet in the ring tonight. I’ve evolved from wanting the approval of others, of seeking the feeling of satisfaction that I’ve done what others want or to their standards.

Kairi let out a light laugh, remembering how she had been at the start of her career. She gave a light shrug before she continued once more.

Kairi Nishikiyama: The whole point of this style of career is to grow and evolve. How can you do that if you’re constantly seeking approval from someone else? For your sake, Sofia, I hope your husband gives you enough approval before the match because you won’t have a chance to seek it during. I’ll see you in the ring.

With that, Kairi grinned before turning on her heel. She began walking down the hallway, and the camera faded out as she disappeared around the corner and out of view.
Cameras turn to Konrad's locker room, where he will say a few words before his match against Jason Shade, as it isn't a long video since Jason hasn't responded to Konrad for a few weeks. He shakes his head.

Konrad Raab: "So after you accepted my challenge. You have gone quiet, haven't you? I have to question if your words say what you mean. Of course, you attacked me from behind and then the fight we had backstage before our match, the will is there, but I've not seen much input from you. Maybe because you've been busy, but I've appeared on camera every week, promoting this match because it's my duty to do so, and you're silent as a sheep."

He pauses for a minute before he says the last few words.

Konrad Raab: "But you're not going to win against me because this match will elevate me to a top wrestler. I've been showing up weekly, showing my face to the camera because I want to beat you, and I will because you have no chance of doing so. Good luck, Jason, because it will be a bloody war, and I will say much more next week at the Supershow."

It was preparations for Raab as, although very short, words were needed to hype the match up for now, at least as cameras go elsewhere in the arena.
Tanja is standing beside a small table with a cloth bag containing a Gris Gris is resting on it with a small photo of her opponent resting beside it. The flickering of the colour of her eyes was prominent but she focused herself on the present.

Tanja Devereaux: Zoey Madigan-Star is someone who walks around with an understanding of mental manipulation that some would claim as magic. It is something we can’t fathom someone would want to show off. We, on the other hand, understand magic and supernatural abilities due to what the Loa have taught us..

Tanja remained in the shadows but she kept an eye on the Gris-Gris and the table. She is heard whispering quietly in prayer to the Loa but stopped suddenly..

Tanja Devereaux: We respect that she wants to try and make money in those days away from wrestling but what we don’t like is that she manipulates people to part away with their hard earned money during the grander tricks that she would want to show off for the world. Our lessons will remind her that we don’t manipulate people nor would we want to. We guide people in the path and in this case, we will guide Zoey down the path of death as she is a member of the unworthy living.

The Cajun steps out of the shadows to reveal herself completely and her Spiritual Advisor Celeste St Laurent standing behind her..

Tanja Devereaux: Both us and our opponent may be having a rare appearance in the Main event but we will be reminding people that we are not someone to be ignored. We will be looking into returning to the Event Horizon title contention or other major situations while Zoey continues to flounder.
The camera catches up to Caelynna who is backstage walking in heels and a fancy dress with her trench coat on over it. Still in her clutches is the Hermes bag that she "acquired" after her match last week. Posing for the camera, the Chaos Goblin grins hugely before addressing the NFW fans.

Caelynna: Cait, I have to respect you. While you still lost your bag even after winning our match last week, you took advantage of the opportunity and took the title from Lilith. I do admire an opportunist, BUT... I can't have you moving in on my industry. I have many loyal customers willing to pay more than items are worth just to have them. I do love this bag and it looks good on me, but that Perseverance Championship would look even better. Come Reckoning Day, I'll have both.

She suddenly stops smiling.

Caelynna: Lilith, you have done nothing other than enjoy yourself at our expense and while you laugh now, I'll get the last laugh when I take the title from you, not like Cait did, but fairly. Then you can go back to the Fae Wild as a disgraceful failure feeling about as big as a Pixie. How will they take it knowing a piece of Faetrash was bested and outsmarted in the end by a Goblin? When you think you couldn't sink any lower, you'll reach for your candy only to find it's been stolen. And who stole it?

Caelynna reaches into her trench coat and pulls out a handful of melted chocolate bars. She lets them slip out of her fingers and fall to the ground then walks off laughing maniacally.

More Sinister Than Popcorn by Christopher Young plays and the lighting becomes a solid red.

The cranking continues as a large figure rises through the stage, his face covered by sticky crimson red stained bandages. His upper torso bares many fresh, weeping cuts and old scars but this fails to hide his ripped muscular physique.

The manacles are bound to the stage by chains but mysteriously they fall free as Myriad starts a slow methodical pace down the ramp.

Nick Hanson: “It’s Myriad!!!”

Olivia Mayfaire: “He is not scheduled, is he?”

Nick Hanson: “Err....no!”

Jim Reynolds: “You go and tell him that! I have a bad feeling about this!"

The crowd boo loudly. Myriad stops half way down the ramp, he tilts his head and turns it slowly to the left.
Suddenly, with uncanny speed, he grabs hold of a male fan and drags them over the barricade. Myriad starts screaming in the man's face and the fan struggles under the grip of Myriad's hand around his neck.

Nick Hanson: “What the hell is he doing?!”

Olivia Mayfaire: *Stunned Silence*

Jim Reynolds: “I told you I had a bad feeling!!"

Myriad drags the fan up the ramp, other members of the audience shout and scream, some cheer and lots are booing. Referee's and agents pour out from the back as Myriad gets to the edge of the stage area and lifts up the fan by his throat and launches him off the stage onto the concrete bellow. Members of Staff restraining Myriad as best as they can and arena security help contain the situation.

Nick Hanson: “For the love of....cut to commercials or something! Damn!”

The Collision General Manager comes out, flanked by Nathanael, is furious and gets in the restrained Myriad's face.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: "What do you think you are doing??? Why???"

Myriad, from looking down, restrained by a lot of guards, slowly lifts his head and looks at her. Paramedics attend to the stricken fan. A chunk of his bandage falls off Myriad's face. He speaks in an unusually soft tone.

Myriad: "...Because noone else did..."

The GM looks at him, blinks a few times in a "WTF" manner. Myriad is dragged back through the entrance and out of sight, Nathanael and Jessica look at each other in disbelief.

Nick Hanson: “Ladies and gentleman we apologize for these distressing scenes.”

Olivia Mayfaire: *Still sitting in stunned silence*

Jim Reynolds: “Our General Manager will deal with this developing situation and the legal team will have their work cut out for them, we can now confirm that Myriad has been arrested and taken into police custody and lets hope it's the last we see of him in New Frontier Wrestling."

The camera cuts to commercials, the horror of what just happened burned in the minds of viewers for days to come.
We cut back to ringside, as “Kool-Aid” by Bring Me The Horizon begins to play, with the lights going out. The arena is left in suspense, with lights over the stage pulsing with each beat of the drum, eventually a spotlight rains down, with a silhouette underneath it. Everyone knows full and well who it is, but the lights only reveal it once the song really takes off with a…

CLAP! CLAP!

All the lights then burst to life, with the new NFW World Champion, Jessi Ozborne, illuminated under them! Her title is already raised in the air, with the entire sight getting a huge reaction from the fans! She comes down the ring, a determined look on her face as she grabs a microphone.

Jessi Ozborne: Listen, I know we usually try to have fun out here. I come out here, I give you all the runaround, we all have fun, yeah? But right now, I’m just not feeling it.

A deflated reaction from the crowd as Jessi continues.

Jessi Ozborne: Winning this title has been a dream of mine ever since I got here, but it feels like ever since I’ve gotten it, I’ve been pulled every which way. I went from being the hunter to the hunted, and now everyone wants a piece of what I’ve got. Now that on its own is something I can handle. What I can’t handle is one of those people also being the ones who are supposed to have my back.

Jessi turns her gaze up the ramp.

Jessi Ozborne: So that’s why I’m out here tonight. And I want that to be emphasized, that’s why I’m out here. We could handle this in the back, but I know you people. Nothing gets past any of you. You all will call anyone out on their bullshit when needed. And that’s what I need. The truth. All of it, out here, right now, nothing left unsaid. So Sanada, I need you to get out here.

Jessi stands in the ring, looking up the ramp. For a while, nothing happens.

Jessi Ozborne: Come on, let’s go!

Jessi paces the ring now, waiting a while before "Eclipsed" by Yousei Teikoku begins to hit the speakers. Sanada slowly makes her way to the ring, before climbing in and grabbing a microphone for herself.

Sanada: What you want to hear from me, Jessi. You know what? I try hard to keep cool and silence for all the time. I don’t want to fuck up your mood but you call me out here? Yeah, great choice, Jessi. So, what you want to ask me?

Jessi Ozborne: Look, I’m gonna be honest with you. There was a time when you and I used to be on the same page. When you and I used to be inseparable. Yet, week after week after week, I feel like we’re slowly drifting apart. I just wanna know that we’re good, and I wanna believe that when you say it that you mean it.

Sanada: Aha, you want to talk about something like my loyalty? Did you remember how our tag matches went, Jo? Did you know it was an accident, huh? I didn’t want to cost you in that match. Why I choose the stupid way to add “L” to my career by cost you in that tag match. No, I want to win I want to help you to win and when we lose you doubt in me after all I did beside you? After everything happens? Because that title on your waist then you let your ego consume yourself?

Jessi Ozborne: Do you think I’m stupid? Of course I know it was an accident. I know you didn’t want us to lose that match. But I also know that something like that would have never happened before. And that’s the point, we’re not syncing up like we used to. There’s a disconnect here that I don’t want. Yet it exists, and I have to be reminded of it every time you stare at my title, or quickly quiet down whenever I come into the room.

Jessi stops herself for a moment, not wanting to get too emotional here.

Jessi Ozborne: I’ve been stabbed in the back so much, by so many people, that I feel like I have to watch it myself 24/7. Then there’s you, who I feel like I can let my guard down around. Who I can have to watch my back. Who I can trust. But I couldn’t even get a straight answer a few weeks ago about if we’re okay without you blatantly telling me everything that I wanna hear.

Sanada: Fine then if you want to hear the truth from me? When—

Sanada was about to finish what she was saying, but that’s when “God of War” by Peyton Parrish blasted throughout the PA.


Chris Matthews comes out wearing a black leather jacket, black t-shirt, black sneakers, and a black fitted beanie on his head with “Wolves of Odinn” written on it. He walks off the stage and down the ramp with a mic in his hand. He enters the ring looking at both Jessi and Sanada.

Chris Matthews: The truth is that Jessi is a horrible person. I wonder when you guys are going to learn that. Sanada, she doesn’t care about you or any of the queens. I know it, you know it, the entire NFW universe knows it. They know that Jessi is a selfish and egotistical woman who can’t seem to keep her stuff in order. You want to know the truth? The queens would be better running with the Wolves because unlike Jessi, we care about each other.

He looks at Jessi and shakes his head slowly to show his disappointment in her.

Chris Matthews: For so long, you avoided the question that everyone was wondering, Jessi. Where were you when Nakita announced to you guys that her father died? Hmmm? You’re supposed to be this leader that they can count on, but you weren't there. And yeah, I’m a broken record because I wanted to get all the facts. Who was there? Me. I was there to comfort her. You want to know something, Jessi? You make me sick to my stomach. Deep down, all the queens hate you. They hate your guts. And you know that in your heart, that it’s true.

Jessi responds, not even breaking her gaze from Sanada as she does.

Jessi Ozborne: Hey Chris? Do me a favour and shut the fuck up.

An “ooo” from the crowd as Jessi finally turns to give Chris her attention.

Jessi Ozborne: See, it’s ironic. You have to come out here and try to paint this pathetic narrative that I don’t care for my own. But the only reason you’re even butting in and waving your arms around like a child who wants to be seen is because I care more about patching things up with one of my own than giving your basic, coleslaw-gobbling, pick me ass the time of day.

Jessi now walks past Sanada to address Chris face to face.

Jessi Ozborne: Yet instead of being able to get that done, I have to suffer through the same old tired ass lecture on loyalty from someone who tried dissing a member of their own “family” to my face in 4K. You wanna know what loyalty is, dumbass? Loyalty is giving a homeless man a roof over his head and food on his table without expecting so much as a thank you. Loyalty is being told “I don’t know if you should let them in. They might not be the best fit, Jess.”, and handing them an armband without hesitation. Loyalty is fighting tooth and nail to give those who ride with you a bigger paycheck. Making sure they come up with you.

The crowd cheers louder and louder as Jessi continues on.

Jessi Ozborne: I know about loyalty, you fucking idiot. I may not get it right every time, but I make sure I stand ten toes down for my clique. So instead of worrying about what’s going on in my house, you start thinking about what you’re gonna say when you fail to bring this gold back to yours.

Chris stood there listening to what Jessi had to say and just shook his head slowly from it.

Chris Matthews: Finally you say something interesting Jessi. But the truth is, you can say this and that about loyalty, but do you think the queens are the same way?

He put his hand in his pocket while the mic was still close to his mouth.

Chris Matthews: You want to know something, Jessi? I may not be the most talkative person on the roster or on X. But you want to know something? It’s because I’m mentally and physically preparing for our match. But you know what is sad? Your own family wanted to take you out. Like Sanada here when she speared you a few weeks ago.

He looks at Sanada and moves towards her with the mic up to his mouth.

Chris Matthews: Deep down in her heart, it was the best feeling that ran through her guts. But I mean, how many queens want to knock Jessi teeth down to hear her throat to hear her from talking? Every one of them.

He turns towards Sanada.

Chris Matthews: And for that, Sanada, thank you. Thank you for taking her out and giving the Wo—

Jessi decides she’s had enough of Chris’ rambling, snapping off with Superkick! But Chris sees this coming, pulling Sanada in the way for her to take Superkick herself!

Nick Hanson: Whoa!

Jim Reynolds: Jessi Ozborne proving Chris Matthews’ point for him!

Olivia Mayfaire: Oh fuck off, Jim! You know she didn’t mean to do that!

Jim Reynolds: Maybe if she cared a bit more for the Queens, she wouldn’t be so reckless!

Upon seeing what she’s done, Jessi’s fury riddled face turns to one of concern, as she drops to the mat and kneels down to check on Sanada. She tries to help her back up, only to be caught with a Reign of Thunder by Matthews! Both Sanada and Ozborne are laid out on the mat, with Matthews scooping up the World Championship belt and raising it in the air!

Nick Hanson: Once again the challenger lays out the champion! This could be an omen of things to come!

Olivia Mayfaire: I’ll tell you what…if Matthews has his way next week, Jessi Ozborne’s world as she knows it, may just be turned upside down.