NFW Collision #219!

The ‘tron comes to life, filled with the image of Jason Shade and Grace Radley speaking quietly to one another as they walk through the backstage area towards the locker room. Jason suddenly stops short, one hand clasping the opposite forearm in front of him as he clears his throat.

Jason Shade: Mr. Oliver. I don't believe we've been properly introduced before being booked against one another.

Shade extends his right hand, still bandaged from his Two Minutes to Midnight match against Jessi Ozborne at Cruel Summer V.

Jason Shade: May I just say the pleasure is all mine.

The camera pans out some more to reveal Killian Oliver leaning against a nearby wall with his arms folded across his chest and a glare fixated on the man talking to him. He pushes himself off the wall and saunters over to Shade, he looks down at the offered hand and lets out a short, sharp chuckle before shaking his head as his gaze returns to meet Shade’s.

Killian Oliver: What? So you think just because we both like a good fight that we should be best friends? It ain’t gonna work like that Devil Boy. See… I don’t like most people in this place… but you? I especially don’t like. You’ve been here for a cup of coffee and you’ve already had a shot at Queen Neapolitan’s title after doing nothing to deserve it while I’ve been here busting my ass week in week out and got nothing!

Jason’s face remains emotionless as Killian speaks, but his attention is one hundred percent locked on the other man.

Jason Shade: Hm. You see, Mr. Oliver, you're angry at me for something completely beyond my control. Miss Morian booked me in that position, and Ms. Ozborne capitalized and proved to be the better fighter. As for us being friends?

A tinge of anger flashes across Jason's face, but it disappears as fast as it appeared.

Jason Shade: I have the only person in my corner that I truly need.

He nods slightly towards Grace, his eyes never leaving Killian.

Jason Shade: I have no desire to be your “friend” Mr. Oliver. My desire is to fight against the best in this company. A small percentage of the roster which I consider you yourself to be a part of.

Killian Oliver: I don’t care about your little girlfriend here, okay… or whatever the Hell she is! Of course our idiot General Manager was going to book someone else over me in that sort of match and of course the moron that calls herself the champion was going to let you have that opportunity over me! Fact is… you dropped the ball while on the same show… I buried that Wish.com Michael Myers and proved that I deserve to be in the Main Event tonight and yet you… managed to also get yourself slotted into the same position! So tonight… I’m going to enjoy every second of kicking your ass and sending you all the way to the back of line and THEN… that dumb blonde will have no choice but to finally give me what I deserve! And unlike you?! I’ll actually get the job done!

Jason doesn't respond for a moment, before a slight smirk raises his lips.

Jason Shade: And I wish you all the best in that endeavor, Mr. Oliver. However, I cannot help but wonder something.

Shade puts his hands into his pocket, eyeing Killian.

Jason Shade: Have you considered what happens if you lose? Well I guess there's nowhere to go but up for you, hm? Something tells me this shit ass attitude you're giving me despite my attempt at being cordial could be a big part of why our General Manager doesn't want to give you this opportunity.

Jason chuckles softly.

Jason Shade: By all means. Continue to think that your victory is all but assured. I want you to come into this match thinking you have this victory already in hand. That will make your defeat all the sweeter, Mr. Oliver.

Oliver points to Shade and looks around as if to say, “is this guy for real?” before he folds his arms across his chest again.

Killian Oliver: Have you considered that I might not even bother waiting until the Main Event and I’ll take you out right now? Because trust me when I say, I have no problem leaving you laying in a pool of your own blood right where you stand.

Jason Shade: Considered it? Honestly I hadn't. See, I took you more for a man who would rather have a real fight, and not someone who prefers underhanded bitch tactics like attacking a man outside the confines of our scheduled match.

Jason narrows his eyes at Killian.

Jason Shade: Feel free to take a shot, Mr. Oliver. But know this. That strike better put me on the floor, because if it doesn't? You will regret attacking me unprovoked.

The Washington native balls up his fists as it appears he may end up doing just that, however he eventually decides against it and instead gets closer to Shade and up in his face.

Killian Oliver: Consider yourself lucky, Devil Boy. I’ll be seeing you later tonight. And I hope for your little girlfriend’s sake that you have good health insurance.

Oliver then takes a couple of steps back away from his opponent for later and then scoffs before shaking his head and then walking away, disappearing off camera. Jason simply nods, glancing down to Grace for a moment before heading off camera in the opposite direction as Killian.
The scene opens backstage. Devyn Mitchell is standing next to Diamond Caldwell who is leaning up against the wall. The crowd greets the two women with a warm reception.

Devyn Mitchell: Diamond. Last week Trixie Decker had some... unflattering things to say about you. Do you wish to offer a response?

Diamond tilts her head to the side, a blank expression plastered across her face.

Diamond Caldwell: Do you know what I want to talk about, Devyn? And it’s not She-Who-Shall-Not-Be-Named.

Diamond shrugs her shoulders. She turns to the camera, the expression on her face hasn’t changed.

Diamond Caldwell: Cruel Summer did bring to light ONE thing. Being locked inside a shipping crate, especially in that hot ass weather, forces you to confront certain realities in life. What I was forced to accept in the moments during the moment’s silence consumed the shipping crate was. Deep down in the pits of my soul, there is a quote unquote darkness that has always been eating away inside me.

Calling it darkness sounds cliche sounds cliche I know. I never professed to be the most articulate woman in the world. I call myself Dat Girl. No one is inviting me to a country club anytime soon. I won’t sit at a dining room table sipping the finest of wines. Escaping that shipping crate. Engaging in the heat of battle. The Wolves are who they are, damn it, they are some of the toughest competitors on the planet. This one hundred year war brought out a side of me I wanted to deep dormant since that ugly period I tried to end Stacy Jones career. My desire to unleash unholy hell without mercy, without compassion, and without remorse... still exists.

Diamond licks her lips.

Diamond Caldwell: To drive home the wolf metaphor to death, ever heard of the story of the grandfather who told his grandson, there are two wolves inside us, the good one and the bad one. Which wolf wins is the one we feed the most. Well. I want to feed the violent side of me. I want to feed the part of me that craves to cause wanton destruction. I want to feed my bloodlust. I exited Monster’s Ball, a more feral woman. Ask Killian. Choking him out made my heart skip a beat. Feeling his body go limp was pretty cool, Devyn. I aim to continue the good times later tonight. Anything else you want to ask?

After processing what Diamond said, Devyn shakes her head.

Devyn Mitchell: Nope. Good luck against Sean Curely and I wish you continued luck in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial.

Diamond nods. She walks away as the scene fades to black.
The camera opens backstage on the two Shieldmaiden teams, “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire and Becca “Bruiser” Maguire, Gallus Mag and Chiaki “Chi Chi” Sanada and Jane “Hammer” Harper, Two Broke Chickz, 2BC, as they come together in the hallway.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Oi, ye bae knowin’ th’ other taems bae waitin’ fer us tae ate aech other, yeah?

Bruiser shrugs.

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: They can fuckin’ think whatever they want, lass… the reality o’ the situation is simple… y’all got five o’ the top teams in NFW battlin’ it out to see who gets next crack at the Kerry Family. Every team for themselves out there… no matter if they’re friend or foe.

Chiaki “Chi Chi” Sanada: Ayy whassuh!! Karera wa dare o ijitte iru no ka wakarimasen! Watashi-tachi wa itsumo no yō ni karera no roba o kerimasu!

Jane looks down in confusion at her partner, slapping a hand on her shoulder as she looks to Gallus Mag.

Jane “Hammer” Harper: I dunno what the fuck she just said. But it don’t matter which of us it is. The rest of these bitches don’t stand a chance in hell. We’re kicking everyone else’s asses in this gauntlet and when it comes down to the four of us? We’ll see what happens.

Chiaki makes a face, looking up at Jane.

Chiaki “Chi Chi” Sanada: That what Chi Chi say! You no listen!

Jane rolls her eyes.

Jane “Hammer” Harper: I just started learning Japanese! Cut me a break Cheech!

Chiaki starts to say something before something offscreen grabs her attention and she walks out of frame.

Jane “Hammer” Harper: Where the fu—?

She decides not to question and turns back to Gallus Mag.

Jane “Hammer” Harper: Like you said, B. Friend or foe.

Psycho grins.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, bae a question whot bae th’ order we let fly in. Whot’s th’ craic?

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Guess we’ll find out when the time comes… doesn’t bother me none… I’m just ready for a fuckin’ fight!

Jane nods, punching a fist into her hand.

Jane “Hammer” Harper: That’s what’s up. All me and Cheech want in the end. And them Alliance Titles are like a beacon to people lookin’ for a scrap, right? So let’s handle our shit, if it comes down to us, we do our thing. Loser buys first rounds after, word?

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: Sounds good to me, lass!

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: Aye, ye bae knowin’ I bae in fer tha!

Jane “Hammer” Harper: Bet!

Jane starts dapping up Psycho and Bruiser when Chiaki comes casually strolling back into frame, holding a large McDonald’s fry in her hand, chewing away. Jane looks down at the tatted Joshi with a confused look on her face.

Jane “Hammer” Harper: Yo Cheech, what the hell– Where’d you even get that?

Chiaki looks at her, shrugs and stuffs a pinch of fries into her mouth, talking with her mouth full.

Chiaki “Chi Chi” Sanada: Prw-fwght snck! Chichi hngwy!

Off screen, a man’s voice calls out.

Voice: Hey! Where’d my fries go?!

Chiaki doesn’t even look in that direction and just abruptly moves past Gallus Mag, disappearing off the other side of the screen, doing her best to stay inconspicuous. The realization clicks in Jane’s head as she watches her partner walk off. She looks back towards the voice. Back to Gallus Mag.

Jane “Hammer” Harper: Uhh..we’ll see yall out there! Cheech! Get the f– yo!

Jane beelines out of frame in pursuit of Chiaki.

“Psycho” Saoirse Maguire: I guess tha maens hell bae empty…

Becca "Bruiser" Maguire: …and the Maidens are here. Let’s do this shit.

Bruiser then pulls her face mask up over her nose and mouth and then fist bumps her wife as the two also disappear off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Cameras go backstage to see a man sitting in the locker room with the famous red and black face paint and the NFW Perseverance Championship around his shoulder, with people talking about his title celebration last week on Collision. However, he was still without a match and precisely without a title challenger for his championship. Konrad had an idea that would spark things up regarding finding title contenders for his current title since he hadn't heard anyone stepping up to him for the title. He begins to speak while sitting in the chair.

Konrad Raab: "I'm disappointed to find out nobody has wanted to step up to me for my NFW Perseverance Championship. I want to defend this title, not sit on it and do nothing for months; that's not the kind of champion I've ever been. I usually go and seek title contenders myself, and that could be the case if nobody wants to step up to me for the championship because this title means the entire world to me."

Konrad was feeling frustrated that nobody had taken an interest in wanting to face him for the Perseverance champion. Still, he did have an idea beyond waiting for title contenders, which he did when he first came to NFW, but this was the right time to do it.

Konrad Raab: "So what I was suggesting was in my next match, whenever I get booked next, I do an open challenge of my title being on the line against two random opponents, and if they request to face me before my next match on Collision, they are automatically in as my opponents. I will make this title in its rightful name by doing this massive open challenge to face two wrestlers with my title on the line to stick within the name of the Perseverance title of working myself to defend it repeatedly."

Konrad has a break from speaking as he drinks some water on the side of the bench he's sitting on as he raises the NFW Perseverance Championship before continuing to speak for the last time.

Konrad Raab: "It should be a hardworking title that everyone should want to go for, and I will continue to promote this title every single week to show how proud I am of being champion around here and show the commitment I have of holding this championship and be a champion that will be remembered for putting the title on the line in every single wrestling match he competes in because that's the champion you all are expecting me to be. So come on, fellow wrestlers, step up and call me out to face me for the NFW Perseverance Championship, and I will welcome any challenges I get thrown in my way."

The cameras show Konrad's face painted with a satisfied smile as he places the title back on his shoulder before the cameras go to ringside for the fourth match on the show.