NFW Aftershock #1! Chicago, Illinois! 07/04/2020!

The camera opens up inside the production room of NFW’s Collision Center where we are greeted by Aftershock host, Jason Hardwick. He stands in front of the large video screen.

Jason Hardwick: Hello and welcome everyone! I’m Jason Hardwick and this is the new and improved NFW Aftershock. Hey! We’re not just an online segment anymore; I’ve got my own show now! Let’s hope I don’t blow it. Now this isn’t a full card show. This is still where you’ll find exclusive backstage activity from the men and women of the New Frontier. Now, we’ve got a couple matches going on in the ring tonight. We’ll see Morgan Malice versus Cass Baumer as well as Ronnie North taking on Sativa Nevaeh. We’ve got a few segments for this first episode. Let’s go ahead and jump right into things, shall we?


We cut backstage in the arena where we find Morgan Payne walking down the hall as she digs out her wallet. As she does, she comes to the vending machines and unfolds a dollar bill. She sticks it into the slot which takes it in and spits it back out.

Morgan Payne: Ah fuck’s sake….

She tucks her wallet away and stretches the dollar out. She slips it back in and once more it’s spit out.

Morgan Payne: Cheese an’ fuckin’ crackers, c’mon!

She snatches the dollar bill out and runs it along the edge of the machine. When she tries it this time, it’s pulled in and the selection menu for the sodas lights up. Morgan pushes the Vanilla Coke button with a grin. We hear the change drop and the coke starts to fall but it stops. Morgan’s grabbing her change when she notices she doesn’t have her drink waiting for her and shrugs her shoulders.

Morgan Payne: Seriously?

She slaps the side of the machine.

Morgan Payne: What gives!

She grabs the machine and gives it a little shake.

Morgan Payne: Gimme my pop, ya fuckin’ jagoff!!!

She shakes it again before looking around, rubbing her chin almost like she has a shady idea in that head of hers. She steps back and Sparta kicks the shit out of the machine with her DM boot. The coke drops down. Morgan smiles with a sense of adorable accomplishment and grabs her prize. As she does, we hear the clatter of coins in the change receptacle. Morgan fishes it out and shrugs, pocketing it. When she turns to leave, she almost jumps out of her skin as Charlie Grace is standing RIGHT THERE.

Morgan Payne: DAAAGH!!! Charlie, what da FUCK?!

Charlie Grace: Problems, Ms. Payne?

Charlie simply raised a brow as she asked the question. There was no judgment from her. Her tone was actually flat. Her typical voice when interacting with people. However, Morgan was still worked up a bit from being startled.

Morgan Payne: Uhh yeah! Whatchu doin’ standin’ up on me for like dat? You need da machine?

She stepped aside, giving Charlie a clear path to the vending machine.

Morgan Payne: Just say somethin’ next time. ‘Stead of standin’ there like Michael Myers an’ shit.

Charlie Grace: No, Ms. Payne, I do not need the machine. I was actually waiting for you to be done because I need to speak with you.

Charlie looks between Morgan and the vending machine.

Charlie Grace: You seemed to be having an issue. I was simply waiting politely as you sorted it out.

Morgan cracked the can open while Charlie spoke, sipping from it with a tiny smile as she looks at the can. You’d think she found a can of liquid gold or something with how happy she was over the Vanilla Coke in her hand. She sipped again after Charlie finished, stifling a burp and wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

Morgan Payne: Me? Fuck you want me for?

Charlie took a deep breath to help compose herself. She reached into her suit pocket and produced a zip drive. She held it out for Morgan.

Charlie Grace: One of my clients has asked me to give you this. Says you will find it's contents interesting and quite informative.

Morgan looked down at the drive in Charlie’s hands, slowly taking it and looking it over. Suspiciously.

Morgan Payne: “One of your clients.” I swear to fuck if there’s a Dokueki and Yuka sex tape on here….

Morgan trailed off and gave that sentence some thought. She shrugged and made a comical face at the camera.

Morgan Payne: Eh, actually, I’d prolly watch it. But nah. Informative n’at?

Morgan looked the drive over again and tucked it into her pocket.

Morgan Payne: A’ight then. Uhh...tell Dokueki thanks, I guess. Catchinz later, C.G. But really...make more noise next time and stop sneakin’ up on people. Jeez.

She took another sip of her coke and walked off camera, headed for the locker rooms. Charlie watched as Morgan left. She smirked as a light chuckle escaped her.

Charlie Grace: Wrong client, Ms. Payne. So very wrong…

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Match #1. Singles Match

Cass Baumer v. Morgan Malice

The match started off steady with Baumer and Malice circling with one another before coming into a collar & elbow tieup. They jarred for position while Malice went to power Baumer into the corner but Baumer managed to block with her foot back on the turnbuckle before twisting out into an arm wringer on Maluce before kicking off the ropes into an armdrag and right into an armbar. Malice managed to power out and lift Baumer up, turning around and delivering a brutal spinebuster but Baumer grit her teeth, bringing her legs up and locking Malice into a Triangle Hold. Frustrated, Malice got onto her feet and lifted Baumer up, delivering a brutal powerbomb. Then another, and another until Baumer let go. Malice went for a cover but Baumer kicked out right at two. She picked the New Zealander up onto his feet and whipped her into the ropes. Malice went for a lariat but Baumer ducked under, came off the ropes and came in with a stiff dropkick, knocking her back into the ropes again. Baumer, meanwhile, kipped up right into a dropkick from Malice, laying her out on the mat. Malice went for another cover but still just a two count.

The two moved to exchange shots back and forth, beginning to rock each other. Eventually Malice hit a big boot to the chest, sending Baumer back into the ropes where she came back with a big boot to Malice’s face. Malice stumbled back and Baumer hit another dropkick, knocking her to the mat. She quickly stood over her opponent and hit a standing elbow drop for a pin cover but Malice kicked out at two, herself. As she started getting to her feet, Baumer stomped on her fingers then went for an eyerake, waiting until 3 for the referee to call her off. As Malice made it to her feet, still doubled over, Cass Baumer stayed on the offensive and hit the ropes for a Running DDT, spiking her head into the mat. Another cover but Malice kicked out again. Baumer let Malice up this time and goaded her into coming at her. As she did, Baumer hit a drop toe hold, twisting Malice up into a schoolgirl grapevine leglock - TANGLED WEB!!! Malice thrashed and struggled in the submission hold but was able to reach the ropes, calling for the break. As she started getting back to a vertical position, however, Baumer was poised and waiting. Malice looked up as Baumer came running in for BLEEDING EDG--NO!! MALICE COUNTERS WITH A HEADBUTT!!!! Baumer looks clearly dazed as she staggers back and in a moment of anxiousness, Malice hurries and grabs onto her, sets her up and swings her right into CRIMSON CORONERTION!! Malice hits the cover and scores the three count!

Result: Pinfall

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Christina is seen walking backstage, looking around as a camera catches up to her. The woman looks a little annoyed as she gets stopped and interrupted. The we see Josh Davidson walk up to Christina with a microphone in hand.

Josh Davidson: Christina, can I get a moment of your time?

Christina Olson: Yeah, why the hell not. It’s not like I don’t have to figure out what’s going on with my partner or anything like that.

Josh Davidson: That’s what I was wondering about, actually. On Collision, it seemed like we saw a different side to Lilith, something none of us have ever seen before. What was that?

Christina looks at Josh and just gives him this “really?” type of expression before sighing and beginning to talk.

Christina Olson: Honestly, I have no god damn clue. Don’t you think if I did, I would have done something about it by now? Lilith is the one woman in this entire industry I trust with my life. No offense to the rest of The Kingdom or nothin, but Lilith is my ride or die in this business. Whatever the hell is goin on with her, we need to figure it the fuck out and figure it out fast. Speakin in rhymes and bein all weird, well, weirder than Lil normally is, that just ain’t sittin well with me.

Josh Davidson: But that has to be Lilith, I mean, she did kind of help you defeat Kamila Rose on Tuesday, didn’t she?

Christina Olson: Kamila, that little girl who has some sort of self loving issues. I don’t know what the hell happened when the lights went out. All I know was Kam was out on the mat and what looked like Lil was on the ramp. I took advantage and pinned her. Now, I heard the little “cub” wants a rematch with me. Look, I’m down for a fight whenever you are little girl. I’ll fight you here, in the parking lot, at a bar, in that ring, it don’t matter. All that I know is that the result will be the exact same. Now if you’ll excuse me Joshy, I have a Faerie to find and catch.

Christina pushes past Josh and walks away with the interviewer just standing there as the camera fades out.
The camera cuts backstage again and once more, there’s Morgan Payne. She tosses the can of coke she had, now empty, into a trash bin as she reaches The Kingdom’s locker room. Morgan, of course, just waltzes right on in, letting out a little sing-song chola whistle before her hand reaches up and covers the camera lens.

Morgan Payne: Yo, Boo! You still nekkid?!

She calls out, awaiting an answer before she uncovers the camera.

Sativa Nevaeh: No, I’m dressed!

Sativa comes into the dressing room proper, dressed in her ring gear and entrance coat. Her normal cloth mask hanging from her left hand. Morgan releases the camera lens so it can film again and steps up to the taller woman, tugging her in close by her coat.

Morgan Payne: ‘Ey you. Wanted to catch ya before ya took off for ya match.

As always, she’s not ashamed to lay one right on one of the Collective girls right there. She grins when the kiss breaks and smirks.

Morgan Payne: Now go beat dat muhfucker’s ass.

Sativa Nevaeh: You know I will, babe.

Sativa says with a smirk as Morgan finally lets her go and heads out to the ring for her match. Morgan watches for a moment before casually digging the flash drive from Charlie Grace out of her jacket pocket. She looks at it carefully as she sits down at a table where, conveniently, there’s her laptop. From behind her, the camera catches as she closes out of Fortnite and sticks the drive in. She waits for it to load before opening up the appropriate window that just displays a single folder icon, titled ‘Morgan.’

Morgan frowns with confusion on her face as she opens it and examines the contents. It’s a collection of media. Mostly pictures. Morgan slowly goes through them with a growing look of horror on her face. First it’s just her house in McKeesport at different points in the day. Mid-morning. Afternoon. Evening. Night. It gets weirder when she starts showing up in the pictures, completely unaware she’s being photographed. The angle of the photos suggests they’ve been taken from a distance. Those do, at least. The next set starts looking as if they’ve been taken right outside her windows. Again, different shots in the day of her doing things around the house. In her kitchen. Sitting on her couch with a Playstation controller in her hand. Morgan keeps clicking through them, slowly bringing a hand up to her mouth in shock and realization. The final file in the folder isn’t a photo but a video file. Morgan hovers the mouse over the video but is hesitant to click on it. When she finally does, she goes full screen to get a good view of what’s going on:

Through Morgan’s bedroom window, she is seen stepping out of the bathroom. Hair dripping, covered appropriately with a towel. She goes over to her dresser and digs out some clothes to put on, setting them on the bed. She comes to stand by the bed, back to the camera. Morgan is seen opening her towel and letting it start to fall--

Morgan grabs the laptop lid and damn near slams it shut. Eyes wide with horror as she looks at the camera as if asking the cameraman for any kind of explanation. Of course, there is none. She props an elbow on the table and leans her head into her hand, looking like she’s just seen a ghost. Slowly, she dares to open the laptop again. The video is still playing:

Morgan still has her back to the camera, now dressed in a pair of short Star Wars sleep shorts. She’s also just now pulling on a black t-shirt that, when she turns to pick her towel up, says Return of the Jedi. She brings the towel back into the bathroom - likely to hang it over the shower rod - before reappearing to come back out. She grabs her phone and steps out of the bedroom, switching off the light. The video cuts off.

Morgan sits at the table, staring at the laptop screen in utter silence. A hand half over her mouth as the realization sets in of just who Charlie Grace delivered the flash drive for and what it likely means. What comes out of her next is barely a breathless, and terrified gasp of….

Morgan Payne: Fuck…!

Cut to ringside.

Match #2. Singles Match

Ronnie North v. Sativa Nevaeh

The match began with Sativa and Ronnie locking up in the middle of the ring and Ronnie getting the early advantage. Ronnie takes Sativa and delivers a scoop slam before giving a small hip gyration before he picks Sativa up and delivers a second and then a third before going for a pin and getting a one count. Ronnie picks Sativa up and this time sent her into the corner and delivered a running corner clothesline. He then grabs her by the head and delivers a running bulldog out of the corner and then follows up by hitting the ropes and delivering a splash and hooking the leg again, only to get a two count. Ronnie picks Sativa up off the mat and picks Sativa up onto his shoulder. He looks to hit Reattitude Adjustment, but Sativa lands on her feet and delivers Nerf This! Ronnie staggers back before Sativa grabs him and delivers a Northern Lights Suplex.

Sativa presses her advantage as she climbs to the top rope and delivers a 450 splash and she hooks the leg to get a two count. Sativa then grabs Ronnie and sets him up as the crowd yells out and hits Order 66 and bridges up, only for Ronnie to kick out at two. Sativa doesn’t slow down though as she once again climbs up to the top rope and then delivers the Sonic Screwdriver and hooks the outside leg and gets the pin.

Result: Pinfall

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Back in the production room we find Jason Hardwick again.

Jason Hardwick: Well, folks, we thank you for joining us tonight for the first episode of NFW Aftershock. Be sure to catch the next Aftershock next week, following this coming Tuesday's Trauma. Remember we're now on a bi-weekly schedule, alternating every Tuesday between our Collision and Trauma broadcasts. We'll see you next week!

Fade out.