NFW Collision #217!

We cut backstage as we see Killian Oliver making his way through the backstage area, he seems a bit on edge as he’s constantly looking around at his surroundings. All of a sudden, Josh Davidson appears on the scene in front of him.

Josh Davidson: Excuse me, Ki--

Oliver almost jumps out of his skin at the appearance of the interviewer.

Killian Oliver: What the Hell is your problem, you moron! You can’t just appear out of nowhere to people like that! Did you not see what happened to me last week at the hands of that overgrown ape?!

Josh Davidson: Actually, I did see that… and I wanted to ask what possessed you to request a Buried Alive match against him at Cruel Summer?

The Washington native stares at Davidson in silence for a moment before scoffing and shaking his head.

Killian Oliver: You too, huh? What is it with you idiots and thinking that I’m the stupid one?! The biker stripper decided to run her mouth at me on social media for what I did! Supposedly ‘warning’ me about him!

He chuckles and shakes his head again.

Killian Oliver: Thing is… I do my research! And I know she beat the same guy she was supposedly ‘warning’ me about on several occasions! So what makes her so fucking special?! Is it because she’s been doing this longer?! Or maybe… just maybe… you all think that because I like to run my mouth and that I’m an asshole… that I never know what I’m getting myself into?! Well I’m not stupid! I know EXACTLY what I’m doing! And I’m going to prove it at Cruel Summer when I bury Temu Michael Myers alive! Now if you don’t mind… I’m gonna go watch paint dry! Because that’s way more entertaining than having to stand here and talk to you!

Oliver then brushes past the interviewer and disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Alastair had joined the other members of the Nomad Charter of the Wolves of Odinn and he had missed being in the building on a regular basis. He was tugging at the special Dog tags he had specially made as a Wolf of Odinn and was made just before Robbi died. She approved of the design that he brought to her and was proud of him for it.

Alastair Frost: It is rare for us to be caught off guard when Risa made her return to be the 5th for the Queens but we can’t allow that to affect us before Monster’s Ball.

Alastair looked at Isis as he could see her reactions from the mention of Risa and her surprise return.

Alastair Frost: The Wolves of Odinn can’t be a distraction from getting our hands on the Queens of Chaos. We may not know for sure of who caused the attack on Chris but it doesn’t mean we can’t honor him during the match.

ISIS: I will approach Monster’s Ball the same as any other task. I have a job to do. That’s why I am The Destroyer. The God of Destruction. Most importantly, The Queen Slayer.

Alastair knew he picked his VP and her call sign well as he listened to her proclamation in front of him and the other Nomads on hand.

Alastair Frost: It is important we walk into this match with a clear mind. Isis and I know what is at stake with this match and how to deal with these women as we have had our own experiences with a member of the faction. Listen to the council given and we can put a major dent into their pride and make them second guess about dealing with the Wolves of Odinn in the future.

ISIS nods.

ISIS: Understood.
The Socialites are in the ring as a chorus of boos that are filling up the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum.

Vanessa Page: Pipe down, pipe down. You came to see and hear us. Not the other way around.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Like seriously.

Vanessa Page:You are all going to want to hear this because today in the lead up to our match at Cruel Summer Danielle and I feel compelled to acknowledge the greatness of the current NFW Alliance Champions.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: That’s right. So if we can have the champs come out here because we’d like to say this to their faces.

Jim Reynolds: Say what?

Nick Hanson: Why don’t I have a good feeling about this?

Jim Reynolds: Because we’ve met the Socialites before.

Vanessa Page: Evergone please welcome the current NFW Alliance Champions!!!

Circus Music begins to play as a male midget walks out, a bee bearded lady, a female trapeze artist dressed in all green, and a female clown dressed up as a Ringmaster. Each of them are holding toy wrestling belts.

Nick Hanson: There it is!

The Socialites are clapping as the four circus performers get into the ring.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Here they are everybody!!! The Carny Family!!!!

The crowd boo at what The Socialites are doing.

Vanessa Page : Don’t do that! The Carny Kids have been great champions and are so brave for coming to speak with us face to face.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Exactly! Not everyone can say that, so good for you Carny Kids.

Vanessa Page: Just for formality can you please introduce yourselves.

Female Clown dressed as a Ringmaster: I’m Kleo Flag Day.

Vanessa Page: Of course you are.

Kleo Flag Day: This little guy right here is Chris Carny.

Chris waves to the crowd. Danielle leans down to Chris and pinches his cheeks.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Hey there, little buddy. Look at you, so cute!

Danielle tussles his hair as Chris gets an angry look on his face.

Kleo Flag Day: This lovely lady with the bee beard is BB Carny.

Vanessa and Danielle both take a step back.

Vanessa Page: Right…

Kleo Flag Day: And last but certainly not least this lovely lady in green is Gumby Carny!!!

Jim Reynolds: You’ve got to be kidding me!

Nick Hanson: It’s the Socialites can we really be surprised?

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Now tell me Kleo. How excited are you and the Carny Kids to be able to defend before eventually losing the NFW Alliance Championships to us at Cruel Summer?

Kleo Flag Day: I have to admit we are so intimidated but we believe in ourselves to put the best show on under the rooftop all to be capped off by the two of you becoming Alliance Champions.

Vaness Page: So true, Kleo. It's almost like you are looking in a crystal ball and can see into the future that we’ll be the next Alliance Champions.

Chris walks over to Kleo and yanks the microphone away from her.

Chris Carny: How dare you ask us such STUPID questions? I’M SO MAD because I take this stuff seriously!!! And if anything we are going to hand the Alliance title belts over to you two at Cruel Summer. Get it right, ladies.

The Socialites begin beaming from ear to ear as Chris hands the microphone back to Kleo.

Vanessa Page: That’s right and next Tuesday things will be perfect when we become the new champions.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Now get out of our ring or you won’t make it to Cruel Summer.

The crowd boos loudly.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page:What?!?! You can’t handle the truth?

Vanessa Page: Go ahead and admit it then. Tell the world you’ll be forfeiting the Alliance titles to us!!!

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: DO IT NOW!!!

All of a sudden "Purest Momentum" by Gürschach begins to play throughout the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum. The three Kerry Family members race down the aisle and just as they slide into the ring on one side of the ring The Socialites bail out of the ring on the other side. Danielle and Vanessa climb over the ring barrier into the audience as the Kerry Family stare daggers into the two boujee blondes.
Pushing through the throngs of people outside the Colosseum, Priscilla growled lowly. It had been a hell of a week for her, being bombarded by reporters outside her home, on the street when she’d been spotted celebrating something with her beau, Gabe, and now as she was trying to get inside for the event. Was she booked? No. But she was here to support her fellow Collision mates. Despite repeatedly telling nosey fans and reporters alike, “No Comment” a dozen or more times.

Finally as the double doors closed behind her, and security began to escort her to the locker room, she sighed. Relieved. The pestering her to find out details as to why Eavan Maloney had been removed from the roster, was getting on her nerves. If Priscilla didn’t give a flying fuck, why should anyone else?

Jessica’s voicemail played over in her head, “Priscilla, change of plans for Cruel Summer. Eavan is out. I’m sorry. You’ll be facing Sean Curley. See you Tuesday!” Now, Priscilla had sent out feelers to find out details about who she was going against in Jamaica, and she wasn’t terribly worried. He seemed like a punk, to be honest.

Priscilla White: Sean, I don’t know shit ‘bout you, ‘cept you can kinda fight. You ain’t been on my radar, until now, but don’t worry. You won’t be there long. This is My belt. This is My Championship. You ain’t got the Sack, bruh.

She smirked, setting her bag down in the locker room. A few nods and waves to some of the other Collision members either leaving the room or entering, and Priscilla looked back up at the camera.

Priscilla White: Jamaica will be hot. Burnin’ hot. And yo’ ass will be roastin’ on the fire. You ain’t got what it takes to beat me. The Dismissed did not. Sofia did not. Mary did not. And little Miss Risa certainly did not. I took the title from her. But sonny boy, you ain’t takin’ shit from me. Come the 20th you are gunna be the pig roastin’ on the fire. You gon’ be Jerked Jerk, boy. Jerk Punk Chicken.

She laughed, the idea of literal cannibalism on a beach in Jamaica made her smile. Sick and twisted little cutie.

Priscilla White: I also have some news, for the NFDub Fans. But ya’ll have t’wait until Cruel Summer. Sorry loves.

She mock pouted, with a wink.

Priscilla White: Trust me when I say, it’s happy news. Not for Sean, but for everyone else.

She kicked her bag into her locker and slammed it shut, before adjusting her cut and leaning against the metal row of lockers.

Priscilla White: Come Cruel Summer, ya’ll will see exactly why I’m called the Blood Queen. You’ll see exactly how far I am willing to go to defend my title. When those credits roll, loves, when those fires burn high on that beach; I’ll still be the Silver Mountain Champ. Ain’t no pretender takin’ it from me.

She blew a kiss to the camera, before flipping the bird in true Priscilla White fashion and kicking the door open to the hallway as the screen went to black.
Backstage, the camera finds Ashley and Stephanie Kenyon waiting to go on for their match. Ashley looks at her cousin and nods.

Ashley Kenyon: You ready for this?

Stephanie exhales heavily.

Stephanie Kenyon: This is a big deal! The Boardwalk Angels reunite and I’m teaming ith you for the first time. It’s the coolest thing ever but I feel like…

Ashley raises her hand and shakes her head.

Ashley Kenyon: Naw, dion’t say it ain’t your place and you’re in Mama Bethy’s spot. You know she’d lose her damn mind if she heard you talkin’ like that, Wildcat. You got your Kingdom girls here for it, it’s your spot, let’s go kick some ass!

Stephanie nods knowingly.

Stephanie Kenyon: Yeah, you’re right. She would. Almighty, let’s kick this pig and help the Boardwalk Angels go out in style!

Ashley nods and the two cousins step up, ready to get the party started.
Nick Hanson: The Kenyons look ready.

The camera shifts from the Kenyons backstage to the ringside area and the announce team sitting in their usual spot. Some of the NFW stage hands seem to be hard on work just on the outskirts of the camera frame.

Jim Reynolds: They had better be. This team is no joke. The Boardwalk Angels have set records in many companies out there.

Olivia Mayfaire: You could say they are…magical?

The stage hands moving around the outskirts of the frame fade out one by one except one that seems to be making sure that the ring itself is good. Unlike all the others she is wearing a pair of faded black blue jeans and a black shirt frayed at the bottom in the old hippie style.

Nick Hanson: …Olivia? Please never say that again.

Olivia Mayfaire: What?! Cuz of Zoey??? Get it?!

Jim Reynolds: We get it. We just assure you that we didn’t want to.

Olivia Mayfaire: …..

The final member of the stage crew finishes whatever they had been doing and turned to walk away with the camera catching a dark make up adorned face beneath the brim of a hat.

A face some may know.