NFW Collision #222!

Not long after the opening theme of Collision fades, “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…

“We are the children of the devolution

The infamous martyrs, the scars on the sun

Asphyxiating with a smile on your face

While they pull your teeth out, one by one”

All the lights then burst to life, with the 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 buckles her title around her waist before she makes her way down the ramp. Her approach is notably more somber than usual as she steps into the ring, immediately requesting a microphone in lieu of her usual showboating.

Nick Hanson: Jessi Ozborne doesn’t seem to be in very high spirits coming down to the ring tonight. It seems that the threat of Gianna Rojas incoming may have gotten to our champion.

Olivia Mayfaire: I don’t think anyone can blame her. I mean, here she was, ready to take on the best that Collision has to offer. I don’t think she was anticipating Gianna kicking her feet up to stay a while.

Jim Reynolds: And this brings me back to what I’ve been saying for her entire run as champion: She just isn’t championship material. As the top dog of that locker room, she should be ready for any and everyone who comes her way. Instead, if it weren’t for the fans and these cameras all watching her, Jessi Ozborne could be curled up in a little ball, and we all know it.

Jessi paces the ring as the music starts to die down, finally bringing herself to speak after a drawn out moment of silence.

Jessi Ozborne: You know there’s a saying that often comes with having success in this or any business. “Uneasy is the head that wears a crown.” I understand if you all think that phrase is ironic coming from me. I need you all to understand that the whole Queen thing is less a gimmick and more of a mark of confidence. I don’t go around and pretend that I’m literal royalty. When I use the word “Queen”, I use it as a symbol of strength and confidence.

The crowd gives an ovation to Jessi’s words, which are spoken in an inconsistent cadence and speed. Almost as if Jessi is less cutting a wrestling promo, and more just opening her mouth and letting her train of thought bleed into the open mic.

Jessi Ozborne: I’m explaining all this to say that despite using the title “Queen” for damn near my entire NFW career, I’m not very used to holding a crown, and quite frankly I haven’t been until I became your NFW World Champion. I never anticipated what or who I’d be coming face to face with when this belt was put into my hands, or how taxing each one after the next would be. So when I put them all down and left them in my rear view, that strength and that confidence that came with the title I’ve given myself kept growing.

Jessi chooses her next words carefully, not wanting to come off as vulnerable.

Jessi Ozborne: So now I’m coming face to face with someone so outside the box of what I’ve been faced with so far. And while I may be taken by surprise, that can easily be remedied by me, myself, and I. Another thing I am, though, is confused, and that’s not going away until I get some answers. So Gianna, I know you know what day it is…and if it’s a Tuesday night in Chicago, you know that Papi’s Home. So whether it’s to my face or via satellite…let’s get down to business!

The crowd is eating all of this up, giving the usual pop for all of Jessi’s usual catchphrases. She doesn’t acknowledge any of them, however, keeping her gaze locked up the rampway in anticipation.

Gianna Rojas: Estamos en una misión de Dios.

The house lights dim after her musical voice floats over the PA system, and the opening strains of her theme, Paper Planes by SSSC begin to play. While the NFW faithful may not be used to her music, Jessi certainly is.

She may not have the light show that usually accompanies her presence but it's definitely her, there and in the flesh as she steps out from behind the curtains to stand on the stage, the large screen overhead flashing with many images of her but unlike most who would use the time to simply brag she displays both victories and defeats one of which is also very familiar to Jessi. Gianna brings her hands up and slams them together before using both to point down the ramp where the champion herself awaits in the ring. When she drops her hands the lights come up and someone tosses her a microphone.

If you catch me at the border, I got warrants in my name

If you come around here, we workin' all day

Your life gon' pass you in a second if you wait

Gianna tilts her head as she listens to her music, the lyrics appearing on the screen behind her. Giving a preview of what's about to happen perhaps. When the music fades she lifts the microphone and begins to speak.

Gianna Rojas: Esa es una manera terrible de comenzar esto. ¿Por qué empiezas con una mentira? Sí, estás mintiendo. Aunque sea sólo por omisión.

¿O es simplemente sorpresa y no confusión? ¿Es posible que estés tan acostumbrado a adorar y a conseguir lo que quieras que las consecuencias te resulten tan desconocidas?

After she speaks the words appear behind her on the screen, translated into English for those that don't speak Spanish.

That's a terrible way to start this. Why do you start with a lie? Yes, you are lying. Even if it's just by omission.

Or is it simply surprise and not confusion? Is it possible that you are so accustomed to worshiping and getting what you want that the consequences are so unfamiliar to you?

Playing to the crowd a little she gives the now classic “shocked Pikachu” face before she laughs with delight.

Gianna Rojas: Reconozco que tal vez a nadie más que a mí le importe lo que hiciste. Soy una mujer adulta, esto es lucha libre. Lo entiendo. ¡Pero!

Tu problema es que a mí sí me importa y me abriste la puerta para hacer algo al respecto. ¡Hola! Aquí estoy, entrando por esa puerta.

I recognize that maybe Nobody but Me cares about what you did. I'm a grown woman, this is wrestling. I get it. But!

Your problem is that I do care and you opened the door for me to do something about it. Hello! Here I am, coming through that door.

Gianna politely pauses then to let Jessi collect herself, and perhaps even ask a question or two. She paces on the stage as she waits for this, her colorful gear and the fringe on her jacket glimmering in the lights. Jessi looks timidly at Gianna, before sneaking a glance around her, almost wanting to see what everyone else is making of what’s being said.

Jessi Ozborne: I…I don’t know–

Jessi’s words trail off, with her taking a moment to rephrase.

Jessi Ozborne: Listen…all of that? Nothing personal. But listen, I understand. I mean, if it was that personal for you that you had to follow me to an entirely different city and promotion, that means I’ve probably messed up huge. So before next week, I just wanna say…I’m sorry.

Jessi stands in a deafening silence following that remark, with there now being a variety of reasons for the crowd's muted response. From confusion over what the pair could be talking about, to Jessi’s half-hearted apology.

Jessi Ozborne: But listen…life is too short to keep dwelling on the past, y’know? This is the New Frontier! What we care about here is the future, but more importantly the present. And presently, you’ve got next. You made that…very clear. So how about instead of holding grudges, we just focus on tearing the house down for this title!

Gianna continues to pace for a moment before she stops and lets out a small sigh which is picked up by the microphone. She shakes her head but then squares her shoulders and looks down the ramp to Jessi again.

Gianna Rojas: Interesante. Muy interesante de hecho. Ahora bien, estas personas no me conocen tan bien. ¡Quizás no sepan que así es como enfrento todos mis combates de lucha libre! Pero tú, mmm. Tú SÍ lo sabes. Así que me queda la sensación de que no estás siendo tan sincero con esta disculpa.

Que conste que no lo acepto.

Interesting. Very interesting indeed. Now, these people don't know me that well. They may not know that this is how I approach all my wrestling matches! But you, mmm. You DO know it. So I get the feeling that you're not being all that sincere with this apology.

Let it be known that I do not accept it.

She takes a pause and taps her lower lip, the side that's not covered with her heavy makeup, and then her expression changes to one of someone who has had some kind of eureka moment including taking her hand and lifting it up to raise a finger in the universal sign of but I've got an idea!

Gianna Rojas: ¡No te preocupes! Después de nuestro combate de lucha libre, sin importar el resultado, ¡te dejaré disculparte nuevamente!

Nos dará la oportunidad de mostrarles a todos estos fans lo que ya sé. ¡La verdadera Jessi Ozborne!

Don't worry! After our wrestling match, no matter what the outcome, I'll let you apologize again!

It'll give us a chance to show all these fans what I already know. The true Jessi Ozborne!

With those final words, “Paper Planes” begins to play, with the World Champion being left speechless as Gianna begins to walk off.

Nick Hanson: A very tense and rather cryptic exchange between our World Champion and her special challenger for next week!

Olivia Mayfaire: It seems as though Gianna Rojas sees a different version of Jessi Ozborne than we all do!

Jim Reynolds: I’m sorry…who is ‘we’? I’ve said since day one that Jessi Ozborne is nothing but a menace, and after next Tuesday, I hope the whole world does too!

Jessi is left weary in the ring as we fade.
The camera comes to life in the Collision Locker room, where we see Jason Shade and Grace Radley. She is painting the intricate symbols onto his bare upper body that we see in his title match entrances, and he is standing completely still as she works. He does, however, see the camera, their conversation coming to an abrupt halt.

Jason Shade: I know what you’re here for. You want to hear what I have to say about my opponents tonight in the Perseverance Title Match, correct?

The cameraman nods. Grace, still silent, goes around Jason to begin painting on his back. He still stands eerily motionless.

Jason Shade: Azurine Vebbins knows about more holidays than Hallmark, and has an impressive history in this business. She’s quick, and her moves are almost always executed with a level of perfection I could never hope to obtain. She dances around the ring, outpacing her opponents and keeping them at a pace she wants to dictate. That’s where she’ll fall.

He shrugs, and Grace gives a disapproving “tsk”, grabbing a rag to wipe away the smudged symbol.

Jason Shade: Apologies dear. Now onto Konrad Raab. Konrad is condemned. He has been since he thought to even mention Grace in a manner which hinted at violence towards her. The Sword of Damacles has been kept in its sheath for far too long, and tonight it will fall, severing Raab from the Perseverance Title.

He closes his eyes as Grace steps back to admire her handiwork, seemingly pleased with the results as she wipes her hands clean of paint.

Jason Shade: Tonight, the New Frontier will witness the rise of its greatest Perseverance Champion. A Champion they can be proud of. A true warrior, born from the pits of Hell and unleashed upon the world like a Biblical plague. I hope my opponents are prepared.

He opens his green eyes, staring into the camera with an almost violent determination.

Jason Shade: See you soon, Konrad. Azurine. You are not ready for the Hell I am about to unleash in that ring.

Grace whispers something into Jason’s ear, and he nods, dismissing the cameraman as the scene fades to black.
Cameras go backstage to see Konrad with the title on his shoulder, which he takes off, knowing it is important to him and essential for tonight's match. He smiles, satisfied and glad to defend the Perseverance Championship as it's all he has wanted to do since becoming champion. Of course, circumstances prevented that, but he would love to defend the Perseverance Championship every week. Still, he's happy to defend it tonight against Jason Shade and Azurine Vebbins. Due to his boisterous mood, he wanted to get to business with the bright yellow LED light in his locker room today.

Konrad Raab: "I couldn't be happier than I am to defend this title tonight against two future stars of the wrestling business, Jason Shade and Azurine Vebbins. Azurine, I know we've not fought or interacted with each other, but I'm looking forward to seeing what you can do. I mentioned you defeating Laura Steele last week, which was impressive. I had to repeatedly rewatch the match with Laura Steele to get some extra research. I also saw your Fatal Four Way match against Cassie Quinn, Christina Olson and The Sins. You're a great wrestler and at avoiding being pinned in these matches, so I can see why you outlasted everyone in the rumble."

Konrad had to research Azurine heavily and watched the tournament matches Azurine was in.

Konrad Raab: "I've also watched you gain points in the tournament and not do too badly. Remarkable wins against Stephanie Kenyon. A big win on Alastair Frost, Onna, Trixie Decker and Darcy Graves. Impressive wins in the tournament show me how much of a threat you are. Fantastically skilled wrestler, beating a ton of names in the tournament and a worthy title challenger."

Konrad's eyes said he meant every word, and he had the title in front of the camera before continuing as he drank some water.

Konrad Raab: "But I find it strange how you've not interacted with me at all on the shows or efedder. I've not heard you talk about this opportunity you have. That bothers me a bit, but that's the competitive nature I have in me. I will take you seriously especially after that Frost win who was the NFW champion here. I wish you had promoted this match with me more as you got a great opportunity to beat me for the title, but that won't happen when I'm around because I don't want to be a champion who loses their first title match in a short title defence. I will push you hard and bring you to your limits as Jason Shade managed to do to me twice."

There was a sticky point: the words Konrad had said to Jason Shade in the past were very harsh the last time they encountered each other, and Konrad knew he had to be aware of Jason Shade and the threat he posed to him.

Konrad Raab: "You've had one hell of a run since you walked through these doors, you've had an NFW Title shot before I got there. That shows how remarkable your run has been. You've had some pretty dominant matches. I know I've said rather piss poor things to you in the past and I get it, you'l think I'm speaking a load of rubbish cos of my actions last time and I get it. Heck, if you want to beat the living daylights out of me for my comments, I get it and truly understand your dislike of me. I want to apologise for my asshole comments last time around, but that's not good enough. I feel you should've been NFW Champion because that's how damn good you are."

Konrad sighed, knowing it was bringing him back to what he feared: being angry again.

Konrad Raab: "I respect you more since our last encounter. You may have beaten me last time, but I have improved significantly since we last encountered each other. I've matured and not saying asshole things to people anymore, and I won't to you. Because I'm not that pathetic guy anymore, and I do anything to earn your respect, but I also understand you'll hate my guts. However, saying all of that, just because you beat me last time doesn't mean you will this time because I've figured you out, Jason."

He paused and again showed the title to the camera, looking deadly serious as if he were talking to Jason and Azurine straight.

Konrad Raab: "I will use my strength to defeat you and leave you cornered because I still want to walk away as the Perseverance Champion, and I'm not going to blow the first title defence I've had. I will show you and Azurine how badly I want to retain this title. I will do it in ways that are fair to the pair of you and win with pinfall or submission because I was the better wrestler. I want nothing more than to win and prove to you why I'm the champion of NFW, and that's why I wanted to defend the title so badly. I will face someone in SHW at the next Supershow who shows dedication and passion for my title and this company. See you both out there."

Konrad with showing bouts of anger, not because anyone pissed him off, but because his passion for winning is dead set. Konrad stood up, took the title with him, and left his locker room as the commercials started before the Perseverance title match started.
Backstage at the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum

Deedray: Youre sure youre good to go?

Jericho: Dee I lost a match. I didnt get injured. Ill be good.

Deedray: Aight cause we need to be 100 percent out there. We need to use our bond right? Thats what you keep saying.

Jericho: And I aint been wrong about it yet sis. You and Val and Kaydence, my sisters and my girl. Were stronger as a unit. We prove that all the time.

Valereigh: Jericho's right. His loss was as much Abigails skill as it was luck. We need to show them that we got more of the first and their out of the other.

Deedray: Wouldn't be standing here without it.

Kaydence: You need to win this match. That goes without saying. The Last of the Valkyries are one of the best teams in NFW history. Lluv isn’t someone to sleep on. Plus, we might have inspired The Kingdom telling them they weren’t what they used to be. They have had Sedition Risings number lately. Jericho... Abigail beat you a couple days ago. No playing around. Tonight and next week, we need to back up our claim about The Kingdom being the past.

Jericho: Exactly right. So lets show them all family bonds are the strongest.

Fade
Suddenly the arena is plunged into darkness.
Black.
Pure.
Darkness.
Just the sound of breathing can be heard.
Oh so very close.
Unsettling without sight and the sense of hearing sharpens to compensate.
Just makes it worse.
Many thoughts. Many questions.
No answers...until...
A voice shatters the silence.

??: “Is it not amazing how much we take the gift of sight for granted? Such a simple thing yet its marvel is so easily forgotten. Yet so easy to take away. So fragile.
Darkness is so cruel. It shields the wicked and exposes the weak. So cruel but easily utilised as a weapon. Oh I love that!
Is there anything more satisfying than watching the unsuspecting wither and cower.
Is that voice in front...to the side...is it moving...is there more than one here with me?
It is enough to send the other senses into overdrive trying to figure that out and to have certain bodily fluids stain the cloth of undergarments in that sickly yellow.
Auditory.
Olfactory.
Gustatory.
Tactile.
Vestibular.
Proprioception.
Yes. We will work on each one in due course. One by one.
Currently you have no idea where you are, you have no sight. This is merely a small sample of what is to come.
Allow me to relieve you from your plight, shall we say, illuminate you?”

There is a flash of a freshly lit flame on the tron, a Zippo lighter illuminates a face up close.
A smile from not long ago. A smile that a few thought….was buried.
Buried Alive.
The smile is unsettling and never changing.. A few seconds pass and the zippo is flipped closed.
Darkness returns along with the blindness and he continues to speak.

Gabriel Ohio: “Cruel Summer was certainly an eye opener. I have spent so long in the darkness my eyes failed to adjust to the light, therefore I failed to realise that something was missing. History will show that I, Myriad, require Trauma, that is my drug, that is my fuel and that is my vice.
I am truly known as Gabriel Ohio and I am an addict.
But you. Killian.
You claim to have done your homework, then should be known to you.
Trauma needs Trauma and that requires the kiss of a Psycho to be reborn, awoken, once more. That came in the form of a facial of acid. Can you possibly fathom the intimacy of all the nerve endings firing all at once, all those neurons, in perfect unison?
It was exhilarating!
I want more. I need more! It will be mine.
By... any...
Means.
NECESSARY!”

The arena starts to fill with smoke and a hooded figure in a long black leather jacket is illuminated on the stage, carrying a lot of bloody bandages. There is no music to accompany this entrance.

Slowly he holds up the bandages then he lets them fall through his fingertips. He removes the hood and it reveals himself to be Gabriel Ohio.
The crowd doesn’t know where they stand with this, to cheer or to boo.
Gabriel Ohio walks over to the technician and snatches a microphone.

Gabriel Ohio: “Yes it is I, Gabriel Ohio. Where is Myriad? Well, he sleeps. Killian saw to that and for that, there needed to be a new driver behind the wheel. So here we are.
Maybe you all think I am an unsuitable entity to take over the mantle Myriad has left in his wake.
This is where you are oh so very wrong.
You see.
That side of me…. He comes out at times when there is a need for brutality and with no subtlety.
Where I…..well…”

Gabriel Smiles that grin again.

Gabriel Ohio: “Sometimes to inflict the most significant pain, it is not done with a physical weapon but a psychological one. They are the ones that scar and hurt the most and are the most difficult to heal.
And you Killian.
Yours has already begun and you just don’t see it yet.
You were warned.
Not just by ‘him’ but also by others.
Now.
The limit was just your flesh. Now there are no such limits.
There are no limits.
No limits.
None.
No lines I will not cross.
You should have killed me when you had the chance, instead, you revived me.
Now.
Let the games truly begin.
You took out Brody, Killian. You gave yourself a big pat on the back for that.
Now, I will break yours and everything you hold dear, is fair game.
Not because I like Brody but because I can.
See you soon…
Sooner than you think.
For whom the bell tolls, that be you.
Because no one else would.
Come find me before I find you…or her.”

Gabriel smiles again,turns and leaves.

Cut to Commercial.
Tanja Devereaux was seen deep in St. Louis cemetery #1 along with her Spiritual Advisor, Celeste St. Laurent. Both of them were standing in front of the tomb of Marie Laveau, a major figure in New Orleans Voodoo and cultural figure in the city. Tanja had finished a tour and Celeste had joined her for a small channeling to the Woman who was resting in the tomb. The Cajun brought out a small charm-like gift for the revered woman and placed it in front of the tomb,

Tanja Devereaux: We have come to a new path in our life in NFW. A path of crossroads that will change us when it comes to the Silver Mountain division. A division that is not as violent and extreme as the Event Horizon division and it will give us to expand ourself inside the ring. It will also prove to anyone who has negative words to say about us that we are not just a volatile woman who likes weapons and other types of toys.

The bright eyes flickered in a strong emotional state but she kept herself focused while Tanja kept her eyes on the tomb.

Tanja Devereaux: The change in the path of our crossroads requires us to put the death of an old life and be born into the new life. Our current Silver Mountain champion has gone through some changes in her own life and it has caused her to have a muddled mind. It has caused her to be unfocused on her time as champion. Perhaps it is time for someone new to refresh the division and breathe new life into it. We do have respect for her skills but the life of a professional athlete, especially a wrestler, can lead to some changes that one’s mind and body may not agree with.

The Cajun heard the various spirits of the dead that were entombed in the cemetery and how they were preparing her for Collision. A graveyard match for the secondary title being offered on the red brand is something Tanja needed her focus and any help she could get.

Tanja Devereaux: The Barons of Death, Papa Legba and the spirits of the Mortals entombed here will give me as much aide as possible to send another soul in Priscilla White to the City of the Dead..

Tanja heard Celeste whisper something in her ear and the Cajun nodded in agreement as Celeste stood at a distance away from her old friend.

Tanja Devereaux: Ms. White may have her own experiences in dealing with the lines between life and death but unlike her, we have seen both the light and the dark. We know how to blend the two paths together and we will use them to send her away from the thing she clutches like a mortal clinging to life!

The two women are seen leaving the cemetery after leaving a prayer to the spirits and to Marie herself.
The graveyard was quiet. Dead quiet. The way she liked it. Save for the lights and security milling about. Photogs were circling; flashes popping left and right, the sound system was blaring “Cemetery Gates” by Pantera, while a lone figure stood in the middle of the brouhaha. Calm. At peace. Still as Death.

A commercial boomed over the jumbotrons in the arena, the sound echoing throughout the cemetery.

Druscilla White: Welcome New Frontier! WE HAVE QUITE THE SHOW FOR YOU FAM! Ever since DruBrew launched in 2020, we’ve had surprise after surprise up our sleeves. From contests, to sponsorships, to dedicated brewing for New Frontier but tonight, another gift!

Druscilla White: You see, my daughter has quite the career ahead of her, and well, I dig it. I back her 100% as does my company!

This must have been old footage… As the screens flickered to life, there she was: The Prophet. In the flesh… So to speak. Decked in her ring gear, with her Wolves of Odinn cut in the background, hung across the back of her chair.

Druscilla White: This is a long time coming fam, Priscilla has worked long and hard for this. And tonight, I want to give back! At concessions there will be a new option on the menu! DruBrew Memberships! That’s right! With the purchase of a membership, you show your support for not only DruBrew, not only New Frontier, but also my daughter; Priscilla. Members will be given special bonuses! Free drinks, Free merch, and their names go into raffles for BIG prizes!

In the footage, Dru went to stand beside a Priscilla from the past. A wholesome girl. Not the bloodthirsty wretch seen now. Barely cutting her teeth in the wrestling world, unlike the seasoned warrior she is today. Freshly signed to New Frontier, and about to walk that ramp to her first showing. Now, defending her title from another challenger, making her mother proud as ever. The Vicious Goddess of Death. The Blood Queen.

Druscilla White: Let’s show this girl what New Frontier’s fans can Really do!

Druscilla White: Buy your DruBrew membership today, and support our Priscilla!

The banner across the screens read “ Rest in Paradise, Druscilla. The Prophet; Gone Far Too Soon.”

As the commercial ended, the cameras fired up in the cemetery and Priscilla stood against a floodlight behind her, casting her shadow in front of her and looming over the headstones.

Priscilla White: You know, Tanja. You like to think you’re the Bayou Witch. It’s cute. But overdone. I’ve known TWO Bayou Witches in my life, and both of them had more talent in their left pinky than you do in your entire body. Hell, one of them died and she’s still hanging around.

She laughed, softly, crossing her arms over her chest.

Priscilla White: I’m the daughter of the Wicked Witch of the Bayou, and the Ghost of New York, Tanja; that’s a pedigree you couldn’t fathom. Not even on your best day. I watched your last match. Was it impressive? No. Were you intimidating? No. Let’s be real, you’re as common as gum on the sidewalk in New York City. And that “We welcome death” schtick? Over done. Seems like everyone nowadays has that multiple personality thing, and honestly, it’s tiring. Do you have an original thought in your head? Doubtful.

She walked among the headstones, running her hand over them gently. Some dates older than others, some more recent.

Priscilla White: You want my title? Good luck. It’ll be the Death of you. You aren’t worthy. You’re destined for one thing, kid…

She stopped in front of an open grave, freshly dug and waiting. The camera panned to the headstone, which read: “Tanja Devereaux; the Faux Bayou Witch.”

Priscilla White: See that? That’ll be your home, after tonight. You sure you want to dance? You tangle with me, and there is only one outcome; You in the ground. This belt stays with me. You’re a pretender, Tanja. Not worthy of the blood in your veins, and I plan to bury you tonight. Alive. And your screams will enchant the night!

She grinned, sporting a sickening smile and the glimmer of silver fangs, was this just for the event, or was Priscilla morphing once more before the eyes of the audience?

Priscilla White: Fuck, let’s do this Tanja! Bring your scrawny ass, and let’s throw down in the graveyard! Don’t forget to wear your burial best!

She blew a kiss at the camera and laughed maniacally before it faded to black, signaling the night was heating up, and this was about to be the Main Event to kick off the Spookiest Season of all! A ghost from the past! The threat of violence and bloodshed beneath the moon. Two women will enter the graveyard, and only one will exit.

Will it be Tanja Devereaux?

Or will it be Priscilla White?

Coming up next!