NFW Collision #214!

Cait Flanagan walks out to a loud chorus of boos, even louder than “Material Girl” playing her to the ring. The redhead has the Perseverance Championship draped over her shoulder as she struts down to the ring in a red corset top and low-rise black leather pants. She deftly navigates the ropes and stands in the center of the ring with a microphone in hand and a smirk on her lips.

Cait Flanagan: Oh, hush. I know you’d all rather listen to me than watch the guaranteed snoozefest between Konrad “Old Yeller” Raab and Eavan “Mayhem Spare Parts” Maloney. Honestly, I can’t believe Jessie would bore you all like this at the top of the show but I guess she has to throw those two egomaniac idiots a pity booking every once in awhile. Otherwise they start to complain that they’re sitting in catering too long.

The Million Dollar Baby giggles, running her hand back through her long, curly red hair.

Cait Flanagan: I can’t related, obviously. I have a very busy life being the Perseverance Champion, especially since there’s now a contingent of overly dramatic lesbians desperate to hold me accountable for helping my good friend Chrissy win a match against Lilith - who I also beat recently. But I suppose no good deed goes unpunished, and tonight is proof of that.

Cait sighs dramatically, putting a hand on her hip.

Cait Flanagan: I’m being told I need to defend my title tonight in a triple threat against a little girl and some guy who calls himself a king of rats or something. I could have sworn I had it in my contract that I will not defend any title I win in a triple threat match, but my lawyer insists that the clause had to be dropped during final negotiations. While I work on getting that added back, I’ll just have to do what I do best and persevere, even when the odds are stacked against me.

Cait Flanagan: Little Miss Sunshine, Skylar Carsons, thinks that having a heart is what’s going to get her to the top of the mountain. It’s very cute that she still believes in fairy tales after all she’s been through, but heart isn’t the only thing she needs. Unfortunately for her, she also needs a brain in her head and a killer instinct, and I’ve not seen much of either from her since coming to NFW.

There’s that smirk again, and a shrug of her shoulders.

Cait Flanagan: Then there’s the Rat King - Rascal King? Something like that. Anyway, there’s Sean Curley, begging me to do something to shut him up. So despite the unfairness of my situation? That’s exactly what I’m going to do.

Cait Flanagan: Because I’m smarter than both Sean and Skylar combined. I’m cold, calculated, ruthless, ambitious, and I am the best at what I do. So when I stack the odds in my favor, don’t complain about it afterward. You all know what I’m about by now. I don’t care about honor. I care about winning, and I care about money. I care about being the champion for as long as possible because this title -

Cait holds the championship up above her head, showing it off to all sides of the ring before setting it back down on her shoulder.

Cait Flanagan: This title is concrete proof of my superior ability to get what I want, no matter what it takes. This is the first of the many titles I’m going to win here in New Frontier Wrestling, and there’s nothing Skylar Carsons, Sean Curley, or anyone else can do to stop me.
We find Eavan Maloney sitting backstage on a crate, looking at her trusty barbed wire crowbar she affectionately calls Barbie, sighing as she twirls it in her hand.

Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: Another Collision, another stop on the Eavan Maloney Retribution Tour, and I find myself up against the angriest man in New Frontier Wrestling, Konrad Raab.

Eavan puts Barbie down and motions the camera to come closer.

Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: There was a time, long ago, when I respected you. My father, Randall Kash, spoke highly of you and would show me some of your matches. You had the whole world ahead of you, people chanting your name, and then what? Your life fell apart and now you walk around in the same body you used to but your mind has up and fucked off. You’re blaming everyone else for your misfortunes and it’s made you bitter. Angry. It begs the question? Do you continue to fight to release that tension, or are you subconsciously trying to punish yourself?

Eavan shakes her head in reflection.

Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: I’ve been there, big man. I didn’t want to answer that question either but eventually I had to look deep within myself. And right now, I’m STILL on that road back to recovery. It isn’t been easy, but it’s been fruitful thus far. I’m slowly regaining the respect of my peers, the respect of the fans, and above all of that, I respect myself. I’ve come to the point now where I can forgive. I’ve come to the point where I can look at myself in the mirror, flaws and all, and fight for the RIGHT reasons. It’s allowed me to crawl back to the top of the mountain twice over, carrying championships in two separate companies and be PROUD to represent what those titles mean. You ain’t there yet. I’d even dare say you have no idea where your road even starts.

Eavan picks up Barbie again and twirls it in front of her face.

Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: This here used to be my instrument of destruction. Tonight, I carry it as a form of protection because I’m not fighting Konrad Raab the man, I’m fighting Konrad Raab the animal. I used to fight for evil and I’ve broken many a person with Her, but nowadays? I fight for the voiceless. I fight for those who’ve lost their will to. I fight because I have a goal I need to achieve and you, Konrad, stand between me and it. And in a few short minutes, you’ll no longer be standing.

Eavan swings Barbie, knocking the camera to the floor. Eavan picks it up and looks right down the lens with her legendary smirk.

Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney: It’s Playtime, Konrad. Are you ready?
Cameras are located in a locker room, in the dark, with only green LED lighting as the man turns his chair around to see a red and black face painted man known as Konrad Raab. He was getting boos cos of how he was represented. He understands and accepts them as he starts to talk. He only got to the arena a few minutes ago after doing two days of Indycar testing in Indianapolis.

Konrad Raab: "You know, everything I said last week, it's all true with my consistent struggles of feeling unaccepted and unwanted in this world. But I heard from a fan at Indianapolis NASCAR Xfinity Series fan interaction day that my opponent this week has given me respect, and not only that, but I'm on their bucket list of opponents. You don't know how much that makes me feel better for Eavan Maloney to feel wanted, even just being your dream opponent. So I have no choice but to give you respect because I know damn well the matches you have done elsewhere with a friend of mine was a great watch."

He breathes in and out, focusing as he is angry, and he can finally let his anger out today instead of swearing and yelling at the camera due to Konrad feeling numb.

Konrad Raab: "Beating Alastair Frost in your recent match is not an easy accomplishment to make, nor is beating Kim for the title elsewhere. I've been in many battles with her to know that. But you want to crash me into Daytona wall? Bring it; I can suffer more physical pain as I can cope with that more than I can cope with mental pain. I will give you the fight you deserve, but I will win the match. I will be aggressive in the ring, as I said, and I won't regret the harm I'll do to you because I need to let my anger out and most importantly for myself, I need to win this match because I certainly need it after two losses in a row and it's not a great feeling to have."

He pauses because he knows he will explode with anger and swearing, so he takes deep breaths before he continues after relaxing with his breaths.

Konrad Raab: "I need to make changes now, and they'll come into the match while trying to find out who I am. I will win because I can, and I will. It will be a bloody war between us and a violent war between us because that's the wrestler Eavan is, and that's the wrestler I am. Good luck, Eavan, because you will need it. It's all out of respect because you wanted this match with me as your bucket list opponent, and you will get the best violent and angry Konrad Raab wrestler you have seen in your life. Good luck because you will need it. See you in the ring"

Konrad looked intense at the camera before he stood up and walked to the curtain as the cameras went back to ringside for that match to take place.
Nick Hanson: And once again, another very impressive performance from Myriad.

Jim Reynolds: It’s hard to bet against-- HEY WAIT A MINUTE?!?!

Myriad is suddenly struck from behind with a pipe to the back of the head by Killian Oliver.

Olivia Mayfaire: It’s Killian Oliver!

Oliver then mounts Myriad, still clutching the pipe and then begins to strike him with rapid fire shots to the monster’s head as if he owed him money.

Nick Hanson: Good God! Killian is going to town on Myriad with that pipe!

Jim Reynolds: It appears Killian has found a way to keep this monster down!

The Washington native then suddenly stands to his feet and tosses the pipe out of the ring and lets out a guttural roar as the fans shower him with boos. Breathing heavily, he then smirks wickedly while looking out at the fans when suddenly the boos turn to cheers as Myriad slowly sits up, as if he were Michael Myers.

Olivia Mayfaire: You were saying, Jim?

Oliver turns his focus back to Myriad and the smirk quickly disappears as he looks at the man in complete shock before he quickly rolls out of the ring and makes a beeline up the ramp, clearly wanting nothing to do with the monster.

Nick Hanson: And Killian is getting the Hell outta here!

Jim Reynolds: Can you blame him?!

Myriad slowly rises to his feet as Oliver reaches the stage, he takes one little glance back and sees the monster exiting the ring and beginning to make his way up the ramp causing the Washington native to quickly disappear through the curtain.

Olivia Mayfaire: And now Myriad appears to be stalking Killian…

The camera follows Myriad, at a safe distance of course, as he lumbers his way up the ramp and onto the stage and then through the curtain before we briefly cut to Oliver arriving in the parking lot, constantly looking behind him as he then disappears out of shot and then we cut back to Myriad who is now in the backstage area and making his way to where Oliver was last seen.

Nick Hanson: Killian better have life insurance!

Jim Reynolds: Someone better call his fiancée too and let her know she’s going to become a widow before she even ties the knot!

Myriad now reaches the parking lot and stops as he looks around to see if he can spot where his prey is hiding. After a few moments of silence, we suddenly hear the sound of a car engine starting up, followed by revving of said engine and then the loud screech of tyres when a car comes out of nowhere and crashes right into Myriad, sending the monster crashing into the windshield and then dropping off onto the ground below.

Olivia Mayfaire: OH MY GOD!!! MYRIAD JUST GOT HIT BY THAT CAR!!!

The camera then turns to the car which has since come to a stop as the driver door opens and Killian Oliver steps out of it as we hear the faint sound of more booing from the fans as he nonchalantly walks towards the body of Myriad that hasn’t moved an inch since he was struck by the car.

Killian Oliver: Because no one else would…

It’s at that moment that a swarm of officials arrive on the scene, most of them shouting at Oliver and ushering him out of the building while a couple of them bend down beside Myriad while calling for medical assistance as we cut elsewhere.
Priscilla White: Eavan, Eavan… You sure do talk alotta shit for someone who claims to be a “dove”. You Kiss ya Mama with that mouth? Fucksake, I get trash talk, but you got both sets of lips flappin’ in the wind EVERY time you speak. You can shit talk me, all you want, I can take it, but leave my club outta this. I’ve watched you shit on our deceased. I’ve heard your cockholster badmouth a Pack President. Yet you expect the Wolves to come to heel? Bitch, you suckin’ the wrong hose.

She growled, the threat to her Pack was a worse jab than the she-bitch coming at her head on. Priscilla was many things, but above all, she was loyal. Loyal to the club her mother and Aunt started. Their memories. Their rules. Their traditions. And every time Eavan mouthed off about the Wolves, it added gasoline to the fire. If Eavan wanted the Silver Mountain Championship, she’d have to end Priscilla to take it. It was as simple as that.

Priscilla White: I ain’t got a clue why you grabbin’ and chasin’ my ass so hard, but I hope you like the view from the bottom. That’s where you be stayin’. You think you scare me? Not even close, little girl. I’ve been through worse. Survived worse. Shit that shoulda killed me, left me standing stronger. You want a piece of me? Let’s dance, Eavan. But don't you think for a damned second I’m scared of you. Interfere in my matches all you want, you ain’t gunna beat me. But it sure is cute to watch you try.

She winked and blew a kiss at the camera before she adjusted the belt slung over her shoulder and took that hard stone-like glare again.

Priscilla White: Now, for the person I am actually facing off against tonight… Sofia, you think you got what it takes? Step into my ring, and let’s battle. I chose a humdinger of a match for you this week. It’s in a junkyard, home sweet home for you, I think. Hope you’ve had a recent Tetanus shot…. You’re going to need it. Did you think I’d go easy on you? Not a fucking chance in Hell. Sofia, it’s about to be a cold, cruel Mid-Summer battle. You show up, expect to go home bleeding, assuming I let you leave on your own two feet. At the very least, you’ll need stitches before the night is over. There is no way in Hell you’re leaving your junkyard home-away-from-your-home with My title. You don’t have it in you to climb this mountain.

As the camera panned away from her, showing the entire Las Vegas charter of the Wolves standing behind her, she grinned, raised both her hands and flipped the bird; as only Priscilla truly can. A shining example of the “Don’t Give A Fuck” nature the Wolves embodied.

Priscilla White: You had better bring your A Game tonight, Sof, because that’s all I know. You know damned good and well, I won’t go easy tonight, so don’t be a powderpuff and puss out.

As the Wolves broke into a rage-filled, yet haunting howl, Priscilla reached out and slammed the camera to the ground, knowing full well she’d pay for yet another destroyed piece of NFW equipment. Did she care? Fuck no.
It isn’t long after Max has his hand raised in the ring that Parkway Drive’s “Prey” is replaced by the dial tone that begins “Kool-Aid” by Bring Me The Horizon. Out of the curtain comes the NFW World Champion, Jessi Ozborne, a microphone in hand.

Jessi Ozborne: Oh…oh I’m sorry. Is this a bad time? You know, I just figured that since you wanted to always interrupt my business that I’d come and interrupt yours. Eye for an eye, and all that.

The crowd cheers on Jessi as she continues.

Jessi Ozborne: But don’t worry. Unlike you. I’m not about to come in there, jump you, and do your little fuckboy touchdown dance or whatever the fuck it is you do whenever you’re all giddy and shit. Nah, I’ll save all that for next week. For right now, I’m just gonna settle for embarrassing you on this microphone.

Jessi starts to walk down the ramp, a hand on the title around her waist as she does.

Jessi Ozborne: See, Max, I feel like I need to impress upon exactly what you’ve just gotten yourself into. This isn’t some tag team match where you can hide behind your man-servant and scramble in the pick at the bones that he leaves for you. This is the upper echelon. This is a space that I’ve occupied for years now. This is MY world you’re stepping into, and while I know you’re not smart enough to appreciate exactly what that world is, I’m gonna give you a huge reminder next week.

Max wipes the hair away from his sweaty face, and then clicks his fingers over at a roadie, waving a hand and demanding a microphone. The roadie takes a moment, and a frustrated Max stomps his feet and then snatches the microphone away, before he turns back towards Jessi, slowly raising his microphone with a heavy pant to his voice.

Max Walker: I’m s….sorry. Is this the p….part where I apologise? Admit that I…..I’ve come after more than I can chew? Truth is, Jessi, despite what EVERYONE else out there is screaming and yelling, you just don’t impress me. You don’t scare me. I’m not standing in this ring, with knocking knees or a quivering spine. I am Max Walker and next week, I WILL become the New Frontier Wrestling World Heavyweight Champion.

Max pauses now lowering the microphone and glancing around at the arena and then smirking as he glances back out at Jessi, stepping forward to lean over the ropes grinning.

Max Walker: I already beat you, Ozzie. 3 count. Center of the ring. Squared circle and all. ALL that happens next week, is you have no backup. No little sidekick riding your coattails. And I don't NEED Barry to beat you. I’m going to beat you, by proving once and for all, that you and all your little Chaos Queens are nothing but FRAUDS. You all act so tough because you have the numbers, but this solitary Aussie loudmouth is going to shut you ALL up, and walk out of next week with ANOTHER title taken off your shoulder.

Jessi looks back at Max, almost baffled at what Max is saying.

Jessi Ozborne: You don’t NEED Barry? Just like you didn’t need him before, right? Max, you really are talking a big game about not needing shit, when all you’ve really shown so far is that you always need something.

Jessi pauses as she lets those words sink in with Max.

Jessi Ozborne: You always need something, Max, and that something is almost always that big man you always treat as your slave. And if it ain’t him, it’s Bianca Davis, and if it ain’t Bianca Davis, it’s Elijah Copeland. And if it ain’t him, it’s any of the countless ways that you shit and steal and weasel your way to success after success in this sport, because the truth is? That “solidarity Aussie Loudmouth” is probably afraid he ain’t cut out for this.

The crowd “ooos” in interest.

Jessi Ozborne: Meanwhile, I have proven time and again that I am one of the best to ever step foot in an NFW ring. I have proven time and again that I’m the one of the best to step foot in any ring. That’s why I’ve got the thing that you want. And it’s why after next week, you’re gonna fall back on another thing you always need.

Jessi leans in, almost getting directly into Max’s face.

Jessi Ozborne: An excuse.

Max Walker: You think I’ll need an excuse? Nah love. The only excuse I’m going to need, is when I try and go through airport security with TWO title belts instead of one. Two titles I will have taken off your pretty little shoulder. See, yeah, I CAN use Barry. He’s my boy. And if my Queen wants to help me, I won’t say No. But their just garnishes. Little flavours added to the Max Walker package to make it so much easier for people like THESE peons to swallow.

Max steps closer still, showing no fear as he gets in the face of Jessi, the two standing inches apart as Max just stares at her for a long moment. Finally raising his microphone with a menacing look in his eyes.

Max Walker: I already beat you once Jessi. So you can stand here and claim your one of the best all you want. But I AM better then you. And next week, when I put you down, and take your title? No-one’s going to remember you. All they’ll remember is you were the bouncing step that Max Walker climbed on to take his spot ATOP the business, right where he belonged. See you next week, Bitch.

And with that Max tosses the microphone and then turns and lashes out with a sudden harsh slap across Jessi’s face. The NFW World Champion is rocked back for a moment but her face quickly swings back around, but Max has already dropped and rolled from the ring, backing up the ramp and cackling as he stares in at Jessi. Max starts making the belt motion around his waist while glaring daggers in at Jessi, while still making his way backwards up the ramp.
We cut to the backstage area where we are able to see Sofia Hilton. The Colombian woman can’t help but crack a very evil grin as she runs her hands through her hair and begins to speak.

Sofia Hilton: Tonight I have a feeling is going to be a very special night. It’s going to be the night when I walk away with the Silver Mountain Championship and to be honest this has been a long time coming. I feel like I deserve to win this title and this isn’t a damn person in this company that could tell me any different. Ever since I got here I have been proving myself over and over again. I have been in some wars but tonight is when I emerge and I finally take things into my own hands and I walk away with the big win.

Sofia chuckles as she runs her fingers through her hair and begins to speak some more.

Sofia Hilton: [color=#f3f3f3I don’t care about what type of advantage that Priscilla will find herself with. At the end of the day the only thing that matters and that ever mattered is that I have all of the ability in the world to walk away with the big win. This is going to be my match for the taken and as long as I have breath in my lungs nobody is going to deny me of what belongs to me. Priscilla you better be ready because I am coming. mark my words on that.[/color]