NFW Collision #223!

Collision cold opens backstage to the office of General Manager, Jessica Clark-Morian, who can be seen sitting behind her desk attending to some paperwork. All of a sudden, her office door slams open and in storms a very irate and red-faced Killian Oliver who storms up to her desk and slams his fists down onto the desk.

Killian Oliver: Where is he?! He said he was gonna be here, so where is he?!

The sudden intrusion causes Jessica to jump in her seat before rolling her chair back and springing to her feet with a loud squeak.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: EEP! MR. OLIVER!

In the same instance, Jessica’s husband, Nathanael, quickly steps forward and sticks the end of his bat into Killian’s chest, glowering at him with his golden gaze.

Nathanael Morian: You’ve got three seconds. One.

It’s all Nathanael says as Jessica hides behind him, peeking out at Killian. The Washington native glares at Nathanael and then lets out a short, sharp chuckle before putting both hands up and taking a step back.

Killian Oliver: Relax, pretty boy… believe it or not… your missus ain’t who I wanna get my hands on, regardless of how incompetent she is at her job.

Nathanael Morian: Two.

Nathanael doesn’t budge and Jessica finally, albeit slowly, steps out from behind him but keeps the same distance from her desk.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Alright, alright! Mr. Oliver, that’s enough! I’m gonna ask you nicely why it is you decided to barge into my office before I have you carried out of here by security. Trust me…

Her eyes dart to her husband then back to Killian.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: I reckon you’d find that more preferable than the alternative.

Killian Oliver: I wanna know where the Jason Voorhees cosplayer is. He said he was going to be here… and that big son of a bitch deserves another ass whoopin’ from yours truly. And while you’re at it… since you know… he admitted to breaking and entering into my home… you can also do your job and call the cops and get him arrested. You give me what I want, then I’ll walk out of here and I won’t come barging in here and scaring you to death while also getting your hubby’s panties in a twist again.

Nathanael Morian: Pretty ironic, considering what’s got a stick up your ass, right now.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Nathan!

She cuts the man off with a sharp whisper. The man still doesn’t budge but his head tilts slowly to the side as he stares Killian down. Jessica rubs her temples with her fingers before shaking out her frazzled nerves.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Alright, listen! Mr. Oliver, you have every right to be upset…or however you would express it right now. Gabriel Ohio hasn’t been seen tonight yet, but I already have arena security keeping an eye out for him. If it’ll make you feel better, I’ll also contact–

She starts to step around Nathanael to her office phone but he shifts his posture and widens his stance, keeping her back.

Nathanael Morian: Let me ask you something, pal. Why haven’t you called them yourself, yet? Since you seem to be more…”competent.”

Oliver chuckles and strokes his hand through his beard and shakes his head.

Killian Oliver: Not that it’s any of your damn business… “pal”... but I’ve been too busy consoling my distraught fiancée to do much of anything else because that son of a bitch stole her fucking engagement ring! So how about you back off and let your missus finish what she was about to say before I take that bat you’re holding and shove it so far up your ass, you’ll choke on it!

Jessica forces a polite smile and nods.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Exactly. The sooner we get that taken care of, the sooner we–oop!

Nathanael Morian: Sit down.

Nathanael says firmly as he shifts his posture again in a manner that bumps into his wife and she plops back down in her office chair. From there, he steps fully in front of the desk, across from Killian. As he continues to speak, his calm remains low and cold, never once raising his voice or showing any “traditional signs” of anger. In fact, the man is so calm and collected, it’s almost unsettling to witness.

Nathanael Morian: No, you wanna know what’s none of my business, let alone hers? Monitoring your personal life. Now you wanna stand there and go on and on about how you care so much about your fiancée and how you had to console her, but you’re telling me there’s so much empty space inside that thick skull–

He moves his bat and gives Killian a little tap in the temple with it before drawing it back. Nathanael rests it over his shoulder but keeps his grip tight, in case he has to use it.

Nathanael Morian: --that you can’t take two minutes with an arm around her to do what any real respecting man would do and call the police yourself. Instead, you decided to wait days after to cause a scene on TV with all of this because the one thing you care more about than the well being of the woman you claim to love is yourself and criticizing your colleagues, not to forget your boss, for your own shortcomings. With all of that, you decide you wanna get in my face for doing for my wife, what you expect others to do for your fiancée. So no. She told you she has security on the lookout for Gabriel Ohio. If he decides to show his face, he’ll be apprehended on the property. What’s going to happen now is you’re gonna turn around and go back to the locker room, or I’m gonna carry your Teddy Graham looking ass there myself. After that, if you ever come barging in here like you did, the next concern your fiancée’s gonna have is finding a box big enough to bury your ass in. Do I make myself clear?

Nathanael falls silent again. From her seat, Jessica stares wide eyed, looking between her husband and Killian, but too stunned to even get another word in. Oliver proceeds to look Nathanael up and down with a disgusted expression on his face.

Killian Oliver: You’re not worth the hassle…

The Washington native then takes a couple of steps back towards the office door as he briefly glances over to the General Manager as he points to Nathanael.

Killian Oliver: You need to keep your little bitch on a leash in the future, lady. Next time he gets in my face like this again? I’ll do to him what I did to the moron who runs this entire company.

Oliver then looks back at Nathanael and winks before then turning around and taking his leave from the office. As the door closes, Nathanael brings his bat from his shoulder and stands it in front of him with his hands folded over the pommel. Jessica immediately stands out of her chair and moves to his side.

Jessica Clarkson-Morian: Hey.

Her tone comes much softer now as she puts a hand on his arm and looks up at him with a look that’s half grateful yet half concerned. For a brief moment, Nathanael shifts his attention from the door to his wife. He lifts one hand from the end of his bat and gently touches her cheek.

Nathanael Morian: Go back to work.

His own tone now is also softer and a noticeable contrast compared to just a moment ago. Jessica nods, before taking his hand in hers and leaning her cheek into its warmth. She lets it linger for a moment before pulling her chair back up to her desk and returns to her duties as Nathanael puts eyes back on the office door now as the scene fades.
Skylar was seen backstage, none of the other members of Thicc Attack around her, not even Kali Bates who was usually seen sort of as her shadow. The young woman was pacing around in a circle, shaking her hands out as if to ease her nerves. Any time she stepped into the ring, or was due to, the nerves always seemed to find her…no matter how many times she had done it already. But to go against someone like Sanada? Well that was an honor for her considering how skilled her opponent was. Carsons finally looked up and noticed the camera, her bright smile coming to her face once she did.

Skylar Carsons: Well hey guys! I guess I, sort of, get to open the show for you in more ways than one, huh?

Skylar smiled brightly before running a hand through her hair. She ever so slightly winced when her fingers caught a small knot in her hair, but that quickly faded as a light chuckle came from her lips.

Skylar Carsons: I guess I didn’t get all the knots out like I thought I did…oh well! So tonight, I get to be in the opening match against a woman that is tough as Hell! And really, it’s my honor to get to go against someone like Sanada!

Carsons gave a little nod as she spoke before lightly licking her lips. She slid her hands into the small pockets on her entrance vest, the smile coming back to her face as she did so.

Skylar Carsons: Sanada truly is a remarkable woman in the ring. She’s decorated, she’s a veteran of the sport, and she’s a Queen of Chaos. All of those make her someone that’s not going to be easy to beat, but that’s my favorite kind of match! I don’t want an easy match…where’s the challenge in those? Where’s the chance to learn and grow from those?

Skylar gave a little shrug as she paused, a small sigh coming from her lips before she continued on.

Skylar Carsons: Sanada, I look forward to meeting you in the ring here in a few minutes. It’s sure to be an amazing match because I know you’re going to give it your all just as I am. We can set the tone for the rest of the show, so let’s go out there and put on a match that’s going to be hard as Hell for anyone else to follow!

Skylar gave the camera another smile before nodding once more as well. With that being said, she gave the camera a little wink before beginning to make her way down the hall, heading to the guerilla position to wait for the match to get started. It was clear that she had hyped herself up a little when she was speaking to Sanada as Carsons had a little extra pep in her step that seemed to have been missing when the camera had first found her pacing around in the hallway.
The cameraman gets ready to go backstage, and–

oh shit. Erik Holland has been spotted near gorilla. Dressed to the “nines” in a black flannel, white tanktop and black jeans, a grin like the cat who spotted the canary plays across his features as he gives a ‘come hither’ finger to the cameraman, who dutifully does so because he does not want to be eaten.

Erik Holland: MAN...you guys just don’t tell me anything anymore! I’ve been away from New Frontier Wrestling for months and you guys are planning a surprise party for me, complete with inviting Slaughterhouse Wrestling to the festivities. You think a fed really loves a guy, and then NFW goes and they do somethin’ like this. Really, guys, I’m touched.

The air of mock surprise, like he just stumbled upon a birthday party he was absolutely aware of, is very evident in Erik’s comments.

Erik Holland: Now that I’m back? Now that I hear a place like Slaughterhouse is comin’ HERE? I want a piece of the action. I did give ‘em my resume, uploaded it to LinkedMeet or MonsterIn or whatever the fuck, job sites are fuckin’ weird these days–and I ain’t heard a thing, so I’m a little miffed, and maybe just maybe I wanna show up anyway and show Slaughterhouse Wrestling what they’re missin’. If you think that sounds like an OPEN CHALLENGE, we-he-hell, you’d be thinking CORRECTLY, friends!

A raw bark as the cameraman leaps back a little.

Erik Holland: I ain’t gonna bite you, camera monkey, but I might do something WORSE to whoever Slaughterhouse sends me! Speaking of, I wanna–c’mere, man, don’t be scared...hahaha…I wanna send a message to the guy, the girl, maybe the both, maybe the neither captaining the ship over at SHW.

Erik beckons the cameraman over like he’s sharing some dark deep secret with him–of course, the camera guy is understandably nervous about getting in arms’ reach of the Maniac.

Erik Holland: You listening, Head Honcho? good.

The clownish grin is just gone. In a flash, in an instant. Replaced with a cold, stoic stare.

Erik Holland: Send me one of your best. I don’t want some random asshole that I’m gonna smack all around that ring and send the fans home happy. Send me one of your TOP people. Somebody that’s gonna get the twittahsphere all up and abuzz on their hindquarters when they come through the curtain! SOMEBODY who, when you realize theyre comin’ to the ring to fight Erik Holland, they’re gonna be fuckin’ CONCERNED FOR OUR PHYSICAL SAFETY!

Erik snarls at the camera. Despite the movement of his mouth, he has not blinked. Not once. None of his other facial features have changed at all.

Erik Holland: I want to experience everything that Slaughterhouse Wrestling says it is. So forgive me for ordering myself to DESTROY who is inarguably going to be one of your sickest and scariest competitors. FORGIVE ME for throwing their body off the holy walls of NFW once I’m through with ‘em. Forgive me for the terrible, hateful things I am going to do to the body of a competitor i love and respect for the love of professional wrestling.

Fade.
The scene opens with Diamond Caldwell, dressed in street clothes, standing outside of the Queens of Chaos locker room. She elicits a sigh. Doesn’t take a genius to deduce she isn’t in the most pleasant of moods.

Diamond Caldwell: Incredible ladder match. Stole the show. Some say it was the match of the night. Maybe it was. All I can remember is trying to stop Lluvia from grabbing the briefcase. Try as I might, I failed. Lluvia did it. She had her one shining moment in New Frontier Wrestling. That’s the image I’ll leave that Ladder Match with...

Diamond rolls her eyes.

Diamond Caldwell: I should be the one challenging for the Silver Mountain Championship. I needed to be the one to dethrone Priscella White. I continue taking two steps forward, one step back. And it is aggravating. Patience is supposed to be a virtue? I am not feeling so virtuous.

Diamond scowls.

Diamond Caldwell: I didn’t come back to New Frontier Wrestling to be a loser. As a Queen of Chaos, I feel even more responsibility to raise my game to new heights. I don’t know. Feels like I am right back where I started when I came back, no clear path on how I am going to build my legacy. Well. All my hard work won’t go to waste, I won’t be left behind damn it, by the end of 2024 I will be a champion, mark my words. Having great matches is a given. Stealing the goddamn show I do every time the bell rings. The only thing that’s missing is championship gold around my goddamn damn waist.

I am Un.Like.Anyone. Don’t you forget it.

Diamond turns her back to the camera, opens the door, walks into the locker room and slams the door shut as the scene fades to black.
Lluvia was backstage, a big grin on her face as she carried the briefcase that she had unhooked at the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament Finals. She gave a few nods and hellos to some of the backstage crew, thanking others that congratulated her on her win. She was dressed in her street clothes since she wasn’t scheduled for a match that evening, but she had asked for some time to speak. Before she could actually get to the location for the interview, she was found by Josh Davidson, and the member of The Kingdom let out a small laugh.

Josh Davidson: Lluvia! Good to see you! I hope you don’t mind that I came to look for you instead of just waiting.

Lluvia Salvatore: Not at all, Josh! Good to see you as well. Shall we get started?

Josh gave a light nod at Lluvia then nodded at the camera operator, signaling for them to get going. A signal was given, and Josh moved to stand next to Lluvia, smiles on both of their faces.

Josh Davidson: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m standing here with Kingdom member, and winner of the runner-up ladder match at the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Finals, Lluvia Salvatore! Lluvia, congratulations on your win at the tournament finals. We all saw how emotional you got when you managed to snag that briefcase. How’re you feeling?

Lluvia let out a small laugh, nodding along as she listened to Josh.

Lluvia Salvatore: Thank you very much. And well…I’m still pretty sore from last week. I mean, everyone saw how that match went. It was nothing short of a Hellacious match, and I was against 3 amazing wrestlers. But other than being sore, I feel pretty damn good.

Josh nodded as he moved the microphone back to himself to ask another question.

Josh Davidson: You’ve been competing in the tournament every year, except for one, since you signed with NFW. How does it feel to finally see your hardwork and dedication to the tournament pay off in a way?

Lluvia Salvatore: It feels…amazing. I started doing this, alongside with Morgan the years that she would do it, to honor someone that meant so much to her and her family. To be able to say that I feel like I’ve finally done that means everything to me. No, I didn’t win the tournament as a whole, but I got somewhere in it and did my absolute best. And this year? My best was good enough to get me somewhere in the end.

Josh nodded once more, a smile coming to his face once more as he listened to the young woman speak. He brought the microphone to his mouth to speak again.

Josh Davidson: Now after you unclipped that case, we saw the Silver Mountain Champion come out. You and Priscilla had a bit of a staredown after the match. How are you feeling in terms of going against her at WrestleWar?

Lluvia sucked in a deep breath and let it out slowly before she spoke, choosing her words carefully as she did.

Lluvia Salvatore: Priscilla has been an amazing, tough champion. I honestly expected nothing short of her coming down to the ring itself, to be perfectly honest. I can only imagine what kind of match she’s going to choose for our clash at WrestleWar. But I will say this…whatever stipulation she chooses? I’m going to be ready for her and it. I can’t have won this ladder match and gotten so far just to lose when it’s going to mean the most, at the biggest stage of the year.

Another nod from Josh before he raised the microphone once more.

Josh Davidson: One final question, and I realize you touched on this a bit, but what does this win mean to you personally, Lluvia?

Lluvia closed her eyes for a moment, opening them after taking a second to think on the question. She let out a small sigh before she spoke.

Lluvia Salvatore: This win…for me? It means everything. I’ve been a tag team champion with one of my best friends. I’ve been in contention for singles titles off and on, but I’ve always come up just short. I can’t let that happen again, and I won’t let it happen again. So for me? This win means that I will finally be able to show that I am worth something as a singles competitor.

Josh Davidson: Lluvia…thank you for your time and congratulations once again.

Lluvia gave a light nod in Josh’s direction.

Lluvia Salvatore: Of course, Josh, and thank you as well.

With that, Lluvia gave one final nod and smile before she headed down the hallway towards The Kingdom’s locker room.
Cameras turn to a dark locker room until the dark red LED light comes on, sitting in the darkness because of the title loss. It affected him more than it should, especially since he wasn't given a chance to do the things he wanted with the title, and Jason Shade had the same idea as Konrad with the title, too. Konrad's seen looking up and then down at the camera. He shakes his head and speaks.

Konrad Raab: "Losing the title match when I didn't get a chance to have a good title run is the hardest thing not to get angry about. Although I haven't thought about the loss much because I had to go to North Carolina and Florida to clean up hurricane damages along with giving away supplies people need as I'm a pro-climate change supporter, it's only today I thought about wrestling and thinking about how I would react to this significant title loss It's not to get angry; I've gone past that stage."

It was undoubtedly a significant change compared to months ago when he started to think he would've gone crazy over the loss. He had changed, and it was for the better, although part of him was getting ignored now because of this change.

Konrad Raab: "What I will do is something I rarely ever give to wrestlers are congratulations, Jason Shade. I knew I did deserve the beatings I got after what I said about his wife. I get it, and I would've done the same thing; it's something I'm not proud of. Jason Shade is a viable wrestler of this new generation who will keep getting better, and I believe he will win the NFW title someday."

There were a few gasps from the crowd. Was Konrad serious in what he said? He heard the fans in his mind with the reaction because Konrad was known for rarely showing respect. But in this case, he had to.

Konrad Raab: Because the kid is talented, and I know he has no respect for me. I won't try to convince him to respect me after the disgusting things I said about his wife, but I have to give respect where it's deserved, and Jason does. If it had to be anyone, glad it was a tough-nails fighter like Jason Shade."

It had never been more challenging for Konrad to respect Jason Shade than right here and now because the change was still new to him. He was still figuring things out, but he had more to say.

Konrad Raab: "As hard as it's been for me to do this today, I've always let losses get me down, but not this one as big of a loss it was with me being pinned and I have zero choices, but to press forward with the following plan in mind and my psychologists who I still see regularly by the way as I still have anger issues and I forever will be told me I should go well out of my comfort zone to do something I never had the guts to do in my entire life as a professional wrestler, challenge the NFW Champion."

Another big change, and it was something Konrad didn't tell anyone about as he was always afraid of challenging for major titles like the NFW belt. But it relates to what he would say next as he clears his throat and drinks some water.

Konrad Raab: "Since they've got a title match with the tournament winner, I have to wait a bit and earn the title shot, especially there were comments from a wrestler that I feel garbage to ignore responding to from a month ago before the rumble, and he's a former NFW Champion as well, Alastair Frost. There were comments I discovered looking back at the rumble about the changes you made that you have with the tag team you've joined now and also toned down your anger. I know how difficult that is."

That was another bold move from Konrad to decide that he wanted to face Alastair Frost because nobody had challenged him, but since he was the last NFW champion, he had to at this point.

Konrad Raab: "While at the time I was champion, I know and acknowledged you know how to hold to hold titles with dignity. I get why you said that because of being unsure how I'd approach the title run with my past, but while I will always have anger issues for the rest of my life, that's another reason why I decided to challenge you for a match in the future. You did with the NFW title, and it's clear as day, but I did everything I could not to lose my title match, and I did. You have been incredible, and your NFW title run has been the best I've ever seen, and I only came in this year."

He nodded his head, as this was pretty scary for Konrad. He was shaking a bit because it showed how legitimately scared he was about someday challenging for the NFW championship. But he would go on to explain everything. He drank some more water and continued.

Konrad Raab: Five years of being a professional wrestler and you've already won the top title? That is impressive and makes a massive impression. Still, I didn't entirely agree that the longevity and methodical nature won't help me survive because it has in other wrestling companies I'm part of or were part of, and I want to prove that logic isn't correct. I will show you how methodical nature and longevity will get me to face you. I like to hope NFW title contention was on the line for our match, but while you are right, I lost the title in my first match. Facing you is why I need to go for the NFW championship. We will have a competitive match, and I will wait for your answer next week."

Konrad smiled and looked deadly serious about it to the cameracrew as the cameras went elsewhere in the arena.
Alastair had been spending some time on his phone and speaking for several minutes. He should be focusing himself on his match but the call was taking up more of his time and it was something he knew he could not avoid.

Alastair Frost: Look, I know there were some changes happening with the Wolves and you know that our charter has gone through changes. Yes, I know that we have to make some calls to some of the others but with a lot of them having much on their plate right now, it is something that needs to be dealt with in a calmer manner and not head first. You are so much like me in wanting to get things done right away but this requires patience. It is something that you need to remember.

Alastair growled under his breath as he finished the conversation with Thunder and he put his cell phone into his duffle bag. The Wolves of Odinn were and always were his family when he wasn’t with his unit and he would always keep the code of the Wolves in his heart while he was on the road, no matter where he was.

Alastair Frost: It seems that Mr. always angry Killian Oliver is stepping into the ring with someone who is equally as angry in yours truly. He may like to beat people up while he is expressing what he really feels on Twitter. It only proves his bullshit on twitter just causes him major consequences in the long run. I may hate authority figures in my own way but I know when I want to push buttons and when I don’t. Perhaps Killian can take a lesson or two on the matter.

He lets out a growling laugh as he remembers hearing the words a former stable mate had said last Collision.

Alastair Frost: Perhaps the consequences are more prevalent when Killian is trying to involve himself with Gabriel Ohio. I have seen how he can be when I was at his side in the Coven. The dark soul he has holds no boundaries when he deals with his enemies. It will take a lot for him to call someone friend and you Killian he will never call friend.