NFW Aftershock #16

The show opens with the ‘Tron coming to life, and it appears to be a security camera, labeled Office: S. Brody. The timestamp is for January 5, 2021 at 11:52 pm. The door suddenly opens, violently yet soundlessly as there is no microphone setup for this camera. The lens flares a bit as the lights are flipped on, and Tren Descarrilado steps into the room. The Enforcer of the Kingdom doesn’t look pleased in the slightest as he walks over to the desk, grabbing the monitor for the computer and yanking it free before throwing it full force at the wall. The flat screen shatters on impact, plastic and parts like a cloud as they fall to the floor. Tren makes his way around the desk, picking up the executive office chair and throwing it toward the door. Next come the bookshelves getting yanked from their mounts on the wall and being dumped on the floor, contents scattered everywhere. The locks on filing cabinets are broken off before those too are tipped over, dumping their contents all over the floor. After flipping the desk over, Descarrilado takes a hold of a potted plant in the corner, and throws that into the wall as well. He finally looks up in the direction of the camera, staring directly into it before digging through the mess on the floor. He comes up with a pen and piece of paper labeled ‘From the Desk of NFW Commissioner Steven Brody’. The angry superstar writes something out on the pad of paper before yanking off the top piece, tossing the rest of the pad into the refuse on the floor. He walks over to the camera, and slaps the paper up against the lens so it can be read. ‘Tell me to cool off again. I dare you, motherfucker’. Tren pulls the paper back, crumpling it up and tossing it aside before flipping the camera off and making his way back out the door, turning off the light and pulling the broken door closed behind him.
The scene opens up somewhere in the arena inside of a dimly lit room. The only thing providing a semblance of light is a handle is a candle, Abigail Lindsay appears that she is hypnotized by the flame. Sela is sitting next to her on the table they are both sitting on, cross-legged. Sela twirls a rose in between her fingers.

Sela: Beauty is in the eye of the beholder. So the saying goes. To most of the world, we are two of the most beautiful people, physically, of the Collision roster. We've used this to our advantage for our careers, disarming opponents with charm and grace, all while smiling in their face before making our opponents suffer.

Sela catches the stem in her hand.

Sela: There were two incidents this past Tuesday. One was the two of us giving a… welcome of sorts to one of the new members of the roster. And then everyone in the locker room was attacked by the roster of the Trauma brand.

Sela notices Abigail bristle and runs a hand gently through her hair. Sela smirks lightly and shakes her head.

Sela: Now why should we be mad given our actions earlier that night? Well one was what most would consider a haze after all, a spot of fun from the veterans to the rookie. What happened later… was nothing short of a few wannabes who wanted to make their names on our playground! That simply will not stand! And what is to come will have the most dire… hehehehehehe, but certainly some of the most fun of consequences.

Sela softly cradles the rose in one hand and moves the uncut thorns gently on her palm.

Sela: Today will only prove one thing though, that we two are the most dangerous team on the Collision brand. Any who wish to stand in our way in this battle royal… will simply be battered down by the force of nature!

As Sela wraps up, Abigail pulls her attention away from the dancing flame to stare blankly into the camera.

Abigail Lindsay: “I assume most of you are familiar with the tale of Pandora. Prometheus had the gall to steal fire from the gods. As punishment, Zeus created a woman, Pandora. He sent Pandora to Prometheus brother with a jar containing all the plagues and evils of the world. One day she opened the jar, promptly sealing away the one thing that could save humanity... HOPE. Pandora’s box sounds better than Pandora’s jar, you get the point.”

“Pandora’s Box could potentially be open. I suspect our roster wasn’t too pleased to be ambushed by the other brand, when I speak of the lid of the box being removed, I don’t mean our Collison roster coming together united as one to unleash all the evil that was started by Trauma. In this tale, I am Pandora. The evil I plan to unleash upon Trauma is... HER.”

Abigail pauses, letting the mention of the mysterious her to sink in.

Abigail Lindsay: Who’s HER? Well. Serenity isn’t a cute little nickname my mother blessed me with when I was younger. I have taken that name, created a force of nature I unleash when I believe the moment is suitable. Abigail is the fun one. Dangerous, sure. Abi loves to play, all that is true. Abigail’s fun is full of mischief. Curiosity. Mindless fun. But Serenity? Heh. She doesn’t care about mindless fun. She is the one who wants the world to burn around her. She is the one who loves war. And if it is a war the Trauma brand wants to incite, why hold back? Why not just burn Trauma to the ground leaving us on Collision as the last brand standing? Lesson #4 ... don’t start a fight you can’t win. As the bodies fall and lessons are learned, I will whisper into your ear... "Lasciate ogne speranza, voi ch'intrate" which translates to, ‘abandon all hope ye who enter here.’”

Abigail winks.

Abigail Lindsay: “As far as this battle royal is concerned, this will be mindless fun. Maybe. We’ll see. Who knows what side of the bed I woke up on this morning.”

“Serenity--”

Sela crushes the rosebud tightly in her hand. With her other hand, she runs the stem through her closed fist, thorns and all. The stem is stained with her blood as Sela giggles through the pain. Abigail blows out the candle. The room is now engulfed by darkness.

Abigail Lindsay: “-- now”
Camera opens up on Angel watching a monitor backstage at Collision. She is smiling and seems to be enjoying things. A frown forms on her face as you can hear the crowd's reaction to the Invasion by Trauma. Her frown turns to a half smile as she then sees the camera.

Angel: Wow what a turn of events that's happened on Collision. It seems I decided to join right at the time someone kicked a hornets nest. It seems Trauma has decided to punch Collision in the mouth.

She pauses as she straightens herself. She reaches back to make sure her hair is still perfect.

Angel: Honestly this is a good thing for me. It's going to give me an opportunity to show that I belong here. I will make my mark and rise up to the challenge. I’m making plans here in the NFW and soon they will come to fruition. Some say when you walk into a new place you find the baddest son of a bitch in the locker room and you just punch them in the face. I agree with that statement but not before you lay the groundwork. You have to set them up to want to either come back swinging or know it wasn't just a lucky punch.

She smiles slyly as she shifts her weight as she begins walking towards the camera.

Angel: I’m not sure what transpired in the past but I do know that when I decided Collision would be my home it became my family. I know I’m not as invested yet as the roster that came before me, but once family is family, there is no turning back. Trauma has kicked over a hornets nest and before this is all over I have a feeling things will have changed around here..

Getting close to the camera she smiles wickedly as she chuckles softly. Her eyes sparkle as the light is closer now. She leans in and gives the screen a kiss blurring the lens with lipstick.

Angel: I will see you lovelies in the ring..

Giving a wink and a sly smile Angel turns again and walks away from the camera as it fades to black.

The cameras returned to the ring where the Collision roster stood on the outside. Not even inside the ring, but safely away from the proverbial danger zone, Roger Arden stood by the time keeper and announced the rules of the match. Simple as always. Every man and woman for themselves. Elimination by throwing your opponent over the top rope. The last wrestler remaining will challenge World Heavyweight Champion, Sativa Nevaeh at Collision’s first exclusive pay-per-view of the year on April 20th.

Roger wishes good luck to the competitors on behalf of CEO Steven Brody and General Manager Luthor Callaway and the bell is rung to begin the match. The entirety of the mob around the ring rush to get in and start the battle royale. However, in a peculiar turn of events, “The Knightmare King” Matt Shields enters the ring and immediately backrolls over the top rope, dropping to the floor, essentially being the first one eliminated! As a few wrestlers stop to notice what he’s done, Shields grabs a chair out from under the ring and starts walking up the ramp. He waves the camera man aside, snapping for him to get the fuck out of his way and just props the chair up, taking a seat on the stage. He leans with his elbows on his knees, chin on his hands and just watches the brawling unfold. As the fists and bodies fly, Matt Shields takes the liberty of yelling out his own “commentary.” Not like there’s a broadcast team that works this show, anyway. However, his commentary isn’t exactly that, it’s more just a bunch of profanely telling people “you suck”, “you throw hands like a bitch”, “your mother should have used you as a face cream.” This distracts a few notable names like The Soz and Jimmy Bones who end up being knocked over the top rope by El Nacho Grande with a double clothesline. Nacho Grande is ecstatic that he got not just an elimination but two! So much so that he turns and Jansen Myrrh just blasts him across the jaw with a punch that would make Mike Tyson say “ooh thit!” With the help of Teresa Duke and Jerry Watts, Jansen throws Grande over the top rope and onto the floor.

Meanwhile, walking up the ramp, Jimmy Bones and The Soz are quick to approach Matt Shields and confront him about the shit he’s been talking. Shields gets up from his chair, rolls his eyes and just decks the shit out of The Soz with an uppercut, sending him off the ramp. Jimmy Bones starst firing off with shots to the Knightmare King but Matt Shields finally blocks one and rocks him with a headbutt. He grabs Bones by the back of the head and runs him face first into the entry wall. He turns then, seeing Nacho Grande sulking up the ramp. Shields snaps his steel chair closed and just walks over, blasting him over the head to the boos of the crowd.




This instance came as a result of Sophitia Kohler appearing at ringside and yelling to the two who had given her a beatdown in the ring at this week’s Collision. As the pair of assailants started goading Sophitia to come get in the ring, Duke and Myrrh of Thick Girls Club seized the opportunity from the distraction and sent them over to the floor. As they were getting up, Sophitia hopped the barricade and booked it through the crowd as the match continued with….


It was right about here that the lights in the arena went out, stirring up the crowd with curiosity and confusion before they suddenly came back on. Standing in the ring was ASMODEUS!! WHAT?! Where’d she come from?! It suddenly occurred to everyone that she hadn’t even been in the match yet. The majority of the athletes inside the ring froze, not even sure what to expect from The Demoness of Temptation but the first person she went for was Milisandre Crowthorne, raking her eyes from behind while she was laying into Kamila Rose. As Milisandre rubbed at her eyes, Asmodeus took a running start and nailed Crowthorne with a clothesline that took them both over the top rope and out to the floor. Double elimination! But the two kept on brawling until security pulled them apart. Even stranger, the lights went out once more and when they resumed, Asmodeus was gone again. This left Milisandre more amused anything as she began to cackle like a madwoman.


This left the final two as Tren Descarrilado and Damon Cross. Two men who were definitely no stranger to one another and, after some circling around the mat, the two closed in and just started throwing shots back and forth. Both individuals pulled out all of the stops with Tren Descarrilado clearly having the advantage in strength but just when it looked like the Enforcer of the Kingdom was about to conquer, lifting the Black Ronin for a powerbomb over the top rope, Damon twisted his body around, grabbing the top rope and locked his legs around Tren’s neck to hold on as he let his own weight pull the Train Wreck over the top rope and onto the floor. There was a tense moment as Damon fought to hold onto the rope, one foot brushing the padded floor beneath him but he kept the other foot from touching and, in a last show of his own determination, the Black Ronin skiiiiiiiinned the cat right back into the ring, prompting the timekeeper to ring the bell as the referees at ringside, all observing, declared Damon Cross the winner of the Battle Royale and new #1 Contender to the World Heavyweight Championship!