NFW Trauma #40 - Chicago, Illinois! 06/19/2021!

Andrew Payne: Good evening everyone and welcome another exciting edition of Saturday Night Trauma!

Miranda Augustino: Damn right, Andy. Tonight is gonna be huge. Papi and Katiebaby in the main event tonight!

Andrew Payne: We also have an open challenge for the US Title tonight.

Miranda Augustino: Is Anquin ever gonna lose that damn title? She’s been a beast since debuting.

Andrew Payne: We’ll also see another qualifying match for the Perseverance Title and Guardians of the Pyramid Match tonight as well.

Miranda Augustino: These fools don’t know what they’re getting themselves into for either of those matches though, Andy. Speakin of matches, you and bosslady have any good matches lately?

Andrew Payne: Well, let’s get the show started!

Miranda Augustino: Spill the beans damnit!
The view cuts to Faye Brown and Logan Bailey in their locker room, with Faye holding the back of her black shirt up, facing away from Logan, bareback. The Resident Rockhouse still has some leftover splinters from last week when Emevlas Stastias put her through a table in darkness. Bailey, in some Georgia Tech inspired wrestling gear for some reason, finds a particularly large splinter and (if you believe Faye) rips it out.

Faye Brown: Ow, easy!

Logan Bailey: Sorry, babe.

Bailey shows his hands to Faye.

Logan Bailey: I just have these massive badger-stranglers for hands now instead of them being smaller than yours. I knew that whole thing screamed "filler arc."

Faye Brown: Yeah, yeah, just... when you pluck the splinters out, you do it way too quick.

Logan Bailey: Well, do you want the splinters to stay inside you? Because I can't do it any other way. I didn't bring tweezers or anything.

Brown shakes her head a little and sighs.

Faye Brown: ...keep at it.

Logan goes back to picking the splinters out of Faye's back before turning his head to the camera with a cheesy smile.

Logan Bailey: HELLOOOOOO NFW! I manage this sexy chick here and I was a girl last week! After I'd been kidnapped for two months. I've had a rough time since March Mayhem.

Bailey plucks another splinter out, which makes Faye twitch.

Faye Brown: OW! Shit, Logan!

Logan Bailey: Sorry! Just... ah, I should have brought tweezers.

Faye Brown: Yeah, I'll fuckin' say...

The Animated Maniac shakes his head a little before continuing.

Logan Bailey: Would you believe me if I told you that despite my predicament... I got to live out a fantasy of mine last week? I got into a ring, I wrestled a bit with someone three times my size, and officially speaking, I won a match. I can officially say that I've wrestled in front of people for money and got the winner's purse. My mom would be so proud of me if she didn't think professional wrestling was stupid.

Bailey picks another splinter out of Faye's back, which is another big one.

Faye Brown: Ow... mmm.

Logan Bailey: Sorry, hon... anyway, I feel so confident about last week that there was one match that actually piqued my fancy this week that I figured I'd give the good ol' college try. So I'm just gonna go ahead and put my name out there for her.

Faye Brown: Wait, waitwaitwaitwait... what are you doing?

Logan Bailey: Anaq-- W-what do you mean "what am I doing?" I wanna wrestle.

Faye turns a bit to face her boyfriend.

Faye Brown: Oh, no. No no no, Logan. I am not letting you do that again. You nearly got kidnapped again last time, and I ain't going through another two months of not having you here.

Logan Bailey: ...do you honestly think Anaquin Adams would do that to me, though?

Faye's expression of anguish turns into one of confusion.

Faye Brown: ...Anaquin Adams? As in "the undefeated United States Champion" Anaquin Adams?

Logan's smile returns to a comfortable level.

Logan Bailey: Yeah, her. I wanna wrestle her. She wants opponents, I didn't see anyone else step up this past week, sooo yeah. That Anaquin Adams.

There's a brief beat of silence as Faye processes what Logan says.

Faye Brown: For the United States title?

Logan Bailey: Yeah. Think about it this way. If I win, and if you get that Perseverance Title whenever that match is, we'd be NFW's next power couple. Fuck House Crowley, how does House Bailey on top of Trauma sound to you?

Faye nods her head a little to the right, raising her eyebrows a bit at Logan's proposition.

Faye Brown: OK, not gonna lie... you make a good argument... but you're barely trained. And I've not had the chance to get you enrolled into a wrestling school or anything...

Logan Bailey: Faye, if I survived two months in the Underworld... if I survived over a year without a name... if I survived Ronnie Bronchitis and John BYPASS grabbing me when I was small, I think I can survive against someone more my size in Anaquin Adams for a title.

Brown nods to Bailey, finally conceding that no matter what she says, his mind is made up.

Faye Brown: Just don't hurt yourself, OK? Please?

The Animated Maniac nods.

Logan Bailey: You have my word.

A piece of paper flutters down from the ceiling and lands on Logan’s head.

Logan Bailey: ...oh, what fresh hell is this?

He picks the paper and, scrawled in crayon, the note reads.

“You can try. But you can’t win.”

Some of the letters are written backwards. It looks like a child’s writing. There’s also a drawing of a dinosaur and a spaceship. Bailey simply blinks as he attempts to make out the words.

Logan Bailey: You... you can try, bu-- oh, now she’s just fuckin’ with me.

Faye Brown: Lemme see.

The Animated Maniac hands Faye the letter. She adjusts her glasses so she can actually read it.

Faye Brown: You were getting there. "You can try, but you..." uhh... "can’t win?" I think that’s what it says. This handwriting obviously ain’t hers.

Logan Bailey: How do you know that? This is the first time you’re seeing it, too. You’ve never seen her write.

Faye Brown: I just... have a hunch. Just like I have a hunch that you’re gonna get your ass kicked. But hey, not all of my hunches are right.

Logan kind of sighs and sniffs.

Logan Bailey: I guess I’ll consider my proposition accepted and I’ll see her out there for the US Title, then. That could have been you if it weren’t for me.

Faye Brown: Don’t remind me, babe... just... just get the rest of these things out of my back.

Bailey nods before refocusing on Brown’s back, and the few splinters that remain.

Match #1/Singles Match

Ana Evans vs Trina Tanaka

Trina Tanaka was already in the ring while Ana Evans made her entrance. The bell rang and the two ladies came out of their corners, circling up around the ring. They paused for a double fist bump before locking up, collar & elbow. Trina administered the arm wringer but Ana rolled and flipped forward to loosen the tension on her arm and reversed it into one of her own but once again, Trina worked her own lucha libre and regained control of the situation before running up the turnbuckle and sprung off the ropes for a big arm drag that sent Evans rolling across the mat and up into a corner. Tanaka came running in for a big forearm into the corner but Evans moved out of the way. Trina slammed into the corner, turned around and caught a rope assisted enziguri from Evans. Tanaka stumbled out towards the center and Evans grabbed her to deliver a Snap Fisherman’s Suplex, bridging into a cover for a 2 count. Ana picked Trina up and went for an Irish whip but Tanaka got the reversal. Evans hit the ropes and sprung back off of them, delivering an aerial European Uppercut nearly taking Tanaka’s head off. She picked her up and went for another Irish whip. This time, Tanaka hit the springboard back at her and brought Evans down with a hurricanrana. She ran in and followed up with a Rolling Neck Snap. This put Evans into position for Tanaka to go high risk and she climbed the turnbuckle, calling for something big. However, as she started charging up for a dive, Evans kipped up to her feet. Just in time, too, as Tanaka dove off of the top turnbuckle and Evans drilled Tanaka with a Superkick, knocking her right out of the air. Evans was quick to pull Tanaka up to her feet and lifted her across her shoulders to deliver Heartbroken, driving her knee up into Trina’s face and covering her for the pinfall victory.

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Ana Evans!!!!

Andrew Payne: Fast paced match but Ana Evans finished that one with authority! Welcome to the New Frontier!

Miranda Augustino: That’s how I like to see it done, Andy!

Result: Pinfall

Geri and Derrick, the Vaydens, are standing backstage at Trauma. They’re dressed for their match. Derrick paces back and forth while Geri stands still with her arms crossed.

Derrick Vayden: So, we explain how we want to do our own things, prove that we don’t need each other to succeed in this business and what do you do? You make our first match in this company a tag team match. Do any of you listen to your talent??

Derrick stops pacing and faces the camera, his white eye contacts making his eyes appear totally blank, giving him a dead stare at the viewer.

Derrick Vayden: But you know what, fine. Let’s do it. Geri and I are going to prove to everyone in New Frontier how dangerous we are. We will show you how much damage the Vaydens can cause when we’re in the ring together. And you know what? That brings me to the next point. Who do you decide to put us against? A couple of nobodies who are just happy to be here, probably getting paid in hotdogs and handshakes. They are an insult to this business as a whole and it’s a slap in our faces to put us up against such bottom-of-the-barrel competitors. So, NFW, I hope you realize that everything that happens to those two lowlifes is all your fault. When Geri crushes that masked moron with A Miller’s Tale, when I take that twig’s head off with a Journey to Nowhere, don’t come crying to us when you’re paying for their medical bills.

Geri smirks evilly as she looks toward the camera. She flips her blonde hair behind her ears.

Geri Vayden: It is rather disgusting to think about the fact that NFW management made a big deal on Twitter for signing us and then begin wasting our talents on the first damn show. Admit it, you guys only signed us for the clout.

Geri shrugs her shoulders.

Geri Vayden: No matter. Over the course of my stay here in NFW, I will show why NO ONE wants to mess with me.

Geri and Derrick share a kiss before focusing back on the camera.

Derrick Vayden: We’ll see you out there, “Fast Food”. And remember… What we do to you isn’t on us, this is on management.

Derrick slips his mask on over his face and the couple walks out of shot for their match.

Match #2/Tag Team Match

Derrick Vayden & Geri Vayden vs Fast Food

Nacho Grande is facing his corner, psyching himself up.

“Alright, when I turn around, no jokes, no flexing, no flirting, no dancing, I’m gonna clothesline the first person I see, tired of losing.”

Nachos yells out “NOBODY CAN HANDLE THE GRANDE” then turns around, and charges in for a clothesline on Geri Vayden. It’s ducked, and he catches a right hand from Derrick Vayden followed up by an inverted DDT. Geri covers and gets a 2 count. Nacho rolls over and tags in French Fry. French Fry runs, ducks a forearm and comes back with a spinning headscissors. Geri is a little stunned, but when French Fry runs into the corner looking for a body splash, she ducks and he crashes, then dazed he turns right into a Pele kick. Geri tags in Derrick who wastes no time. He pulls French Fry up for the Vicious Cycle with Geri hitting s superkick right before French Fry is spiked on his head. Nacho is back up on the apron looking over at Geri and says “that was too rough pretty lady” before he takes a Journey to Nowhere courtesy of Derrick Vayden’s knee. Derrick quickly pins French Fry who was still just completely knocked out.

ONE…

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Your winner as a result of a pin fall… DERRICK AND GERI VAYDEN!

Andrew Payne: The team of Derrick and Geri Vayden looking impressive tonight. I’m not sure if they want to team or not long term, but they looked good..

Miranda Augustino: Yea against a chubby goof off and a skinny little kid with more heart than brains, or muscle , or talent..

Andrew Payne: Fast Food might not be the best team, but that double team move they did was devastating. I like tag team wrestling when it’s good and they could be really good.

Result: Pinfall

The video package opens with a slideshow of photos, most taken at FM Young’s home/gym training grounds that is essentially a refurbished and converted warehouse in rural Canada. Lots of smiling faces that NFW audiences might know, like Morgan Payne, Super Tiger, Cass Baumer, Minoru and Mayumi Tanahashi, Arley Kirk, Lash Donohue, lots of Volta. All smiling family photos, most with Tiggy, training or feeding Volta, walking with him, all around Risa is just laughing and goofing off with people. The slideshow fades out to show FM sitting in her little bar area, it’s modest, a speaker on the counter, some decorations and a bar top arcade version of Soul Edge. Effy sits at her usual spot just behind the bar, all 14 of her titles situated on the wall behind her. She leans forward and puts her hand on her chin looking troubled but determined.

Effy: My friend is still gravely injured, someone I consider a niece, a family member. Risa’s spent months at my home, she’s trained here, lived here, she is my kin. I know that I can absolutely be accused of treating Tiggy as if she was the golden child and honestly? Yeah, which is why it puzzles the hell out of me where this all came from. The Risa I knew was a happy young lady and so far I’ve just chalked this all up to 20 somethings rebellion. I won’t blame her for that and there isn't anything I can do to change it for the moment. She is her own woman, but she’s family and I can’t just *not* attempt to help and protect. That is my nature.

FM leans back and reaches under the counter, pulling out some chilled whiskey stones and different drink ingredients talking as she does so.

Effy: I’ve said it before, but anything that happened between the bells in that match at Manifest Destiny is something I don’t object to, Risa signed up for that. It’s very nature of our mutual lifestyle, but Adrianna took it too far. I was going to be well and content to fight her, I didn’t like the circumstances. Regardless of what anyone thinks, I respect Adrianna for being the predator she is. I respect her in a lot of ways, I like the woman, that wasn’t going to stop me from getting some justice. I would have preferred a non-DQ match to properly impress upon her the reasons for her punishment, but I was going to take what I got and be content with it. I would have been happy with simply veering her off course and making her work all the harder.

FM lumps the whiskey stones into a highball glass and begins pouring things from unlabeled tumblers into the drink, turning it neon green at first.

Effy: It was stupid of you, Anton, Kate, to stop that. Down right fucking stupid for a man who’s supposed to be the “ultimate planner and manipulator.”

FM actually sets the things in her hands down to take a moment to do sarcastic air quotes around the last part of the phrase.

Effy: Adrianna and I could have kept each other busy for a long time, I would have given her reason to focus on me during that match, but you had to go and stick your nose in. The thing you are, Anton, is an attention thirsty bastard. You can’t stand not to be in the spot light even when it’s the worst fucking thing you can do. See I won’t mince words here, Adrianna Salvatore is a fucking meat grinder, one I was going to be perfectly happy throwing myself into. Sure, Tiggy *wanted* to fight her, but who made that happen? The Tiggy I knew believed in herself, the woman I knew would have hated you, but you got in her head, and then you threw her in front of a fucking bulldozer to save yourselves. Now? House Crowley, exposed as the cowards they are, willing to throw a little girl against a wall for their own skin, has decided it wants to face two of the fiercest goddamn machines around? Bad move, and guess what? You’re all out of minions on the brand to throw at us. Fuck, Kate had to use a fucking blackjack to beat me at Wrestle War, and I know, I know, “the win is what counts.”

More sarcastic air quotes, as Effy spills some red into the drink, making it a dark swirling purple, finally picking it up and beginning to drink out of it.

Effy: That won’t be the case here, Adrianna and I don’t give a damn about the wins, we want your blood, sweat and everything else. I know I said anything outside the bell is too far, but for this moment I doubt it’s going to save either of you. Adrianna? I still respect you, I hate what you did to my friend, but you had your reasons and she was put in your path by powers outside of herself. Right now? I just want my hands on those powers. We can finish our business properly later. I’m not the best at tag team matches, and neither are you, but what we do, do best? We hurt things. We wreck careers and we clean house. Let. Us. Do. That.

With that FM picks up her drink, sips it as she puts away the supplies and the camera fades out to show a few more pictures of the happy family as the video package ends on a still of Adrianna and FM shaking hands at Wrestle War.

Match #3/Perseverance Championship Qualifier

Jenn Drew vs Kairi Higurashi

Things were a little tense, given the circumstances of the match and the connection between the competitors but nonetheless, Kairi stuck her hand out for a shake to Jenn. Despite her ever smug smirk, Jenn accepted and returned the handshake with no trickery. Kaede Tanabe stood by silently, albeit a little applause for the display as the two opponents locked up and joched for position in the middle of the ring. Kairi took the upper hand with her extra muscle over Jenn, controlling the beginning of the match with Japanese arm drags and hard hitting Strong Style strikes. Jenn seemed to question why Kairi was going so hard on her. Kairi shrugged and appeared to be explaining that it was just the name of the game. Fair enough, figured Jenn, and the two locked up again with Kairi going for a whip but Jenn reversed it and sent Kairi into the ropes. She hit a drop down, then a leap frog as Kairi ricocheted off of the ropes a few times. Jenn went for a Monkey Flip finally but Kairi followed through, flipping through it and landed on her feet, turning to hit a lower kick across Jenn’s back. Kairi hit the ropes for a basement dropkick, then popped up for a Standing Moonsault and a cover that got her a 2 count before Jenn kicked out, a little more angrily.

Frustrated, Jenn let Kairi pull her up to her feet before swatting her arms away and hit a chop to the throat. This got the expected boos from the crowd as Jenn grabbed Kairi by the hair and began laying into her with brutal forearms. As the ref counted for Jenn to let go of Kairi’s hair, she hit a Snapmare to sit her down before springing back off of the ropes for a Missile Dropkick that flattened Kairi out on the mat. Jenn then hit a Springboard Moonsault onto Kairi and went for the cover, telling the booing fans that she did the moonsault better but before she could finish the line and before the ref could reach 3, Kairi kicked out! Jenn laid into her with some more forearms on the mat before standing and backing up to let Kairi start getting up. As Kairi rolled over onto all fours and started pushing up, Jenn ran past her, hit the ropes and came in with a Meteora, hooking both legs for another cover but Kairi kicked out again and sent Jenn into the middle rope. Jenn grabbed at her upper chest and throat as she got to her feet but Kairi was right back up on her feet, grabbing her from behind to deliver a magnificent Osaka Cutter!! Kairi was looking a little annoyed now, even shooting a look at Kaede at ringside, motioning to Jenn as if asking why she was working so dirty against her. Kaede threw her hands up in submission with a confused look. Genuine or feigned, nobody perhaps other than Kaede knew. Nonetheless, the manager made no move to interfere though she did slap the mat, calling for Jenn to get up. Kairi was a little hot now as she pulled Jenn up to her feet and, once Jenn tried to go for a European Uppercut, Kairi weaved back and came back in with a machine gun combination of strikes - punches and kicks - that sent Jenn into the ropes and as she bounced off the ropes, Kairi pivoted, driving a tornado kick into Jenn’s chest and knocking her flat on the mat again. Kairi didn’t miss a beat, and as soon as Jenn hit the mat, she leaped up and came down with a Double Footstomp onto Jenn’s chest before going for a cover. The ref counted 1...2...but as Kaede slapped the mat on the closest side to where Jenn and Kairi were, Jenn heard her and grabbed the bottom rope.

The referee called for the break and Kairi let up on the cover, moving to the ropes to argue with Kaede some more. Kaede backed up from the apron, arguing that she wasn’t doing anything and wouldn’t ever do so against Kairi. As this went on, Jenn swooped in for a schoolboy rollup but only got a 2 count as Kairi kicked out again. Jenn was up on her feet, however, and as Kairi rolled back up onto her knees, The Rebel drilled her with a superkick to the jaw. Jenn stepped out onto the apron and called for a Slingshot Corkscrew Plancha but as she went for it, Kairi got her knees up causing Jenn to crash and burn. Kairi got up to her feet and hit the ropes as Jenn made it up onto hers and jumped in for a Cazador into a roll up!! 1...2...No!!! Jenn threw her hips up and rolled Kairi back into a reverse cover, but wait!!! With the tights?! Referee didn’t see it!! 1...2...3!!!

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall, The Rebel...Jenn Drew!!

Miranda Augustino: Ohhh, she sneaky!!

Andrew Payne: Yeah, she’s sneaky alright! Sneaky and conniving!!!

Miranda Augustino: Not gonna argue that but it got her the dub!!!!

Kairi looked beside herself as Jenn celebrated her win and had secured her spot into the Perseverance Title match at Sudden Death. Kaede entered the ring to celebrate with her client. Kairi stood behind her like she wanted to do or say something but by the time the two turned to acknowledge her, she was already getting out of the ring to head back to the locker rooms, looking none too pleased at how she lost.

Result: Pinfall

The scene comes up backstage with Kate sitting at the feet of Anton Crowley with Faust standing close behind in the shadows. Both of them have their title belts slung over their shoulders.

Cali-Kate: So it comes to this does it? Another "alliance" to attempt to dethrone the Demon King and his Queen. That's what this brand has come to. More fucking pathetic partnerships all in an attempt to pull us from our rightful places in the pecking order of Trauma. Look at yourselves. Look how you fall apart as every hero you send after us damns themselves further with each failed attempt. It's time to face the facts!

Kate leans herself back a little against Anton's legs.

Cali-Kate: On any other day, this would be just another match for us to dominate. Tonight, tonight is a very special night. One in which we avenge the injury of a dear friend. Yes yes, why didn't we do this fucking sooner? You see, everything has it's time and it's need. And we aren't the type to rush anywhere without considering the consequences. Sometimes it puts us at a disadvantage for a moment, but it always ends the same: the House wins in the end.

Kate smiles wickedly at the camera.

Cali-Kate: And our vested interest doesn't stop with avenging our friend. No, you see there's this little shitstain that no matter what wash cycle we put it through, always seems to come back. And that must change. This continued defiance by a singular individual who is defeated time and time again, taught every lesson not to interfere and continues to fucking do so...

Kate shakes her head.

Cali-Kate: ... it's all simply unacceptable. So we don't go into this tonight in a blind rage. We enter that ring tonight with purpose. One purpose. Abandon all hope ye who enter our domain. For what is strength and courage without will? That is the weakness we exploit tonight. Game Start, bitches!

Anton smirks and releases a hissing chuckle.

Anton Crowley: Kate is very right. You have all this strength mixed with false bravado. That will fade when push comes to shove. You two have had your fun. You tried to send a message. One was received, but not the one you sent.

Anton raises a brow.

Anton Crowley: I’m sure you wanted to send a threat. A show of force and violence to intimidate us, or maybe me more specifically. All that we received was a notice for who to put down next. I have become adept at skinning felines. An old tiger shouldn’t be too difficult. I am sure the final Salvatore sibling will deflate like a balloon the second I lock her into the move that forced her brother to retire.

Another sinister chuckle.

Anton Crowley: I break your shoulder might be enough to pull dear old dad outta retirement and allow me to get the whole set. I’ll hang your three careers over my throne as a reminder of the King’s Vengeance

Anton reaches down to place a hand on Kate’s head. He runs his fingers through her hair.

Anton Crowley: Tonight the next set of usurpers shall step up to their fate. They will be granted the same as everyone, for I am a forgiving King. Defy me, and we WILL destroy you.

That wicked grin creeps onto Anton’s face.

Anton Crowley: Bend the Knee, or be destroyed.

Anton starts to chuckle slowly. It builds into full throated maniacal laughter as the scene fades.
Andrew Payne: What a show we’ve had so far and… wait… what the Hell is all of this?

The camera cuts to the stage as we see a couple of stagehands rolling out a red carpet from the stage all the way down the ramp to the bottom followed by two smartly dressed men making their way down the ramp. One of the men is carrying a silver bucket filled with ice and a bottle of champagne while the other is carrying a silver platter of voulet-vons and when they reach the bottom of the ramp, they stand either side facing one another.

Miranda Augustino: He tweeted he would be back tonight!

“Money” by Pink Floyd begins to play through the PA system and as soon as the song kicks in, “Priceless” Steele Matthews walks out onto the stage in a pristine white suit and a black shirt with his arms outstretched and that Cheshire cat grin plastered across his face.

Andrew Payne: Is all of this really necessary? Holy shit does this guy act like he’s the greatest thing on the planet!

Miranda Augustino: You’re just jealous, Andy! Steele Matthews deserves the best treatment upon his return!

His bodyguard Mr. Hughes walks out behind him carrying an empty champagne flute and the two of them make their way down the ramp. Once they reach the two men at the bottom of the ramp, Matthews takes a voulet-von while the other man pours some champagne into the flute that Hughes was holding before he hands the glass of champagne to Matthews.

Andrew Payne: This is ridiculous. This is a wrestling show, not one of his fancy ass rich people’s parties!

Miranda Augustino: More jealousy, Andy. I feel sorry for you.

Matthews makes his way up the steel steps whilst Hughes hops up onto the apron and sits on the middle rope to allow his boss into the ring. Once they’re both in the ring, Hughes snatches the microphone from Thea Crawford’s hand who quickly exits the ring before the behemoth hands it to Matthews and “Money” fades out.

Steele Matthews: Now THAT is how the greatest wrestler to ever sign to NFW should be treated upon his remarkable return!

The fans boo heavily which causes Matthews to chuckle and shake his head.

Steele Matthews: Of course I wouldn’t expect you people to understand… but whether you like it or not… now that I’m back? Trauma is the A show once more! Trauma is once again… priceless!

Again the fans boo.

Steele Matthews: Not only am I back… but I have some wonderful news for you all! You see… over the past couple of weeks… we’ve been seeing a few qualifying matches to see who shall be challenging Cali-Kate for her Perseverance Championship. Well I am happy to announce that next week at Trauma episode forty one… I shall be making my in-ring return in one of those qualifying matches!

Hughes nods and applauds as Matthews outstretches his arms again.

Andrew Payne: Well that’s going to be interesting.

Miranda Augustino: Be more enthusiastic, Andy! Steele Matthews is going to wipe the floor with whoever he’s up against next week and will end up making the Perseverance Championship match priceless!

The Priceless One then raises his glass of champagne into the air.

Steele Matthews: So I’d like to propose a toast! To yours truly, “Priceless”... Steele… Matthews! Your future… Perseverance Champion!

Matthews then takes a drink of champagne as “Money” blasts out of the PA system and both he and Hughes take their leave as we cut elsewhere.

Match #4/Singles Match

Viola Mancini vs Cameron Worley

Viola and Cameron would tie up with one another, as they jockeyed for position, before Viola stomped on his foot before she transitioned him down with a snapmare, and pegged him in the back of the head with a low dropkick. Viola would stand up and gloat, while the crowd booed her, as she goes for some kicks to Cameron Worley as he is down.

Andrew Payne: "Look at the ego of Viola Mancini all that bragging after that cheap shot!"

Miranda Augustino: "All she's doing is proving her point, by outsmarting them."

As Viola kicked and attacked Cameron, she picked him up to give him a body blow and moved him to the corner with precise boxing punches. He blocked, before catching her arm and retaliating with a big headbutt that dazed Viola. He would then turn the tables on Viola, before returning the punches onto her, and then pulled her out of the corner for a snap suplex, and an attempt to pin her.

1..

2..

No! Viola kicked out, as Cameron would start to lift her up off her feet, as she quickly retaliated with a step up enzuigiri attempt, however, Worley ducked and let go of her leg before propelling her back with a German Suplex.

Andrew Payne: "Very crafty counter by Cameron Worley, momentum is on his side."

Worley would try to drag Viola closer to the center of the ring, but she pushed him away with both legs. He charged at Viola, who countered with a Lou Thesz Press, and then went for a series of mounted punches, which Ashley Campbell would start to separate the two and scolded her.

Miranda Augustino: "What a scrappy brawl between these two! Really letting the fists fly in this match."

Viola would argue with the official briefly, before she started to get Cameron up and kneed him in the midsection. She would lift him up for a pendulum backbreaker and plant Cameron along her knee. She then follows up with an inverted DDT, and goes for a cover.

1..

2..

No!

Cameron kicked out of the combination, as Viola would scowl, as she kicked him in the gut while he was starting to move, as Worley rolled to the center of the ring. Viola would run to the ropes, attempting to plant him with the Concrete Stiletto. She leapt up, as Cameron would duck away and rolled her up with a schoolboy attempt, as Ashley dived for the count.

1..

2..

Thr-no!

Andrew Payne: "And Cameron Worley almost stole the win right there!"

Miranda Augustino: "A robbery is a very accurate term."

Viola had powered away, as Cameron was in position for his running punt kick. Worley rushed in, looking to take her head off, but Viola caught his leg to counter into a rolling single leg Boston Crab, as she wrenched back on his leg for pressure.

Andrew Payne: "Big counter by Viola, this match has really gone back and forth between the two."

Viola would scream at him to tap out, but he replied with a heavy drawl "Hell naw!" before making a lunge for the rope and breaking the hold, which caused Viola to trip up and stumble to the ropes. Deviously, she removed the pad while Cameron had the ref's attention. When Ashley turned around, Viola pointed to her "accident" to cause her to tend to the pad, as she pulled out a pair of brass knuckles once the referee's back was turned. When Cameron gets up and charges at her, Viola sets out a big left hook with the knuckles and gets them back in her gear while the crowd booed heavily.

Miranda Augustino: "Galaxy brain play by Viola there!"

Andrew Payne: "Not this way!"

Ashley fixed the pad and turned around to see the pin while counting the fall.

1..

2..

3!

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Viola Mancini!!

Andrew Payne: Well, I can’t say I’m surprised by the antics!

Miranda Augustino: Girl’s a savage!! I kinda like it!!

Result: Pinfall

From San Diego, California to Chicago, Illinois

From Manhattan, New York to Chicago, Illinois.

Professionals dedicate their time to travel for their professions. That’s what Nathaniel Dixon and Ami Fitzsimmons do. This time, however, they’re not alone. Accompanying the Trauma superstar and the Collision interviewer is a healthy-looking man with dark brown hair and blue eyes. He’s dressed to impress in a tailored blue suit with a red tie. Within Nathaniel’s locker room, the three of them are seated with a round table between them. Upon the table is a familiar document -- the new interviewer’s contract Nathaniel presented to his niece two weeks ago.

? ? ?: Are you certain, Ami?

She looks over the contract once more, her eyes softening for a moment. A gentle smile crosses her face when she looks up to the inquiring man.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Yes, Uncle Max. I’m certain.

Nathaniel Dixon: Maximillian, I do believe she’s told us that she’s conversed with her husband about this. You already knew her answer.

Maximillian… a familiar name for the familiar man. The most observant were already aware of who he was. He releases a sigh and raises his left hand to pinch the bridge of his nose.

Maximillian Dixon: I know, Nathaniel. I know. I just wanted certainty. This is going to double our niece’s workload and...

He looks up to gauge Ami’s facial features. There’s a look of soft confidence to her. She smiles at him and folds her hands on her lap.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I understand you’re worried about me, Uncle Max, but I’ll be alright. Uncle Nate and Stacy will watch over me on Trauma. Ollie will watch over me on Collision.

Maximillian Dixon: Trauma… Collision… such violent names.

Nathaniel Dixon: This is a professional wrestling company. Did you expect flowery names for their respective brand shows?

Smartass. Maximillian shoots his older brother a glare before he faces his oldest niece. From his breast pocket, he retrieves a blue-ink pen and gives it to her.

Maximillian Dixon: Very well. I’ve looked over the contract and studied the finer details. Once you sign and date the contract, we’ll deliver it to Ms. Santiago.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Thank you, Uncle Max.

With a smile of certainty, she signs and dates the contract. Maximillian is not without concern, but he trusts Ami. While he places the contract in a specially designed NFW folder, Nathaniel smiles and offers her a small round of applause.

Nathaniel Dixon: Henceforth, you are officially a New Frontier Wrestling interviewer for Collision and Trauma. Starting Monday, I shall assist you with living arrangements in the Windy City. This, of course, includes your husband and your children. After all, they are part of the family.

He extends a hand to Ami, who smiles and takes his hand. She’s helped to her feet by Nathaniel, while Maximillian stands up on his own and brushes at his slacks. Ami looks between them for a moment before she regards her oldest uncle.

Ami Fitzsimmons: How are you feeling about your upcoming match, Uncle Nate? It’s your second match in the company and it’s a qualifier for the Guardians of the Pyramid.

Nathaniel Dixon: Ah, I was wondering when you were going to ask!

He chuckles softly. His ring attire is a sharp contrast to their more formal attire. It simply means he’s already prepared.

Nathaniel Dixon: I took the time to study it… The Guardians of the Pyramid match. Quite the gauntlet if you’re the first wrestler; almost a giveaway if you’re the last. If you want my honest opinion, I revel in the challenge. That’s why I’m going to pin or submit Miss Trixie Decker, a woman who… seems a little lost in the crowd. Her head’s not in the game, so to speak. Now I do hope I’m wrong. I hope she’s prepared to face me in just a few minutes. Mr. Bones was a disappointment. He had some bite in him, I’ll admit… but I wasn’t satisfied.

Maximillian Dixon: Clearly… you were toying with the fool.

He releases a scoff and folds his arms. Ami tilts her head and recalls the match.

Ami Fitzsimmons: But the moment Monsieur Bones insulted me...

Nathaniel Dixon: That was the moment I decided he had to suffer.

A stern expression covers his entire face. Maximillian seems to recognize this far more than Ami does, clearing his throat and straightening his tie.

Maximillian Dixon: Yes, well… I’m sure Miss Decker is far more intelligent than that buffoon. Tread carefully, Nathaniel. She comes from a long line of wrestlers, a contrast to our family business.

Nathaniel Dixon: Oh, I’m well aware… That’s why I’ve been studying and training each and every day. Now then, I do believe I need to make my way to the ring. Stay close to our niece. There are… unsavory people on this roster.

His younger brother’s facial features become a little uncomfortable. Despite this, Ami places a hand on his shoulder and offers him a reassuring smile.

Ami Fitzsimmons: We’ll be fine, Uncle Max. Let’s go!

The two of them dismiss themselves from Nathaniel’s locker room. He steps beyond the doorway and watches them head in the direction of the Trauma General Manager’s office. He then waltzes in the direction of the ring with a shimmer in his earth-colored eyes.
We cut to the interview area and there is no one there. There’s a strange buzz and crackle then

Minoru Tanahashi: Go to camera three Craig, damn I told you my guy came through and I was up in the suite.

We suddenly switch to a wide shot of Minoru Tanahashi dressed down slightly from his usual style, opting for bright green Adidas track pants, matching shoes, and a black Ksubi Awakening shirt. Over at what looked like their own personal sushi bar, Mayumi Tanahashi is almost as flashy as her brother in a pair of pink Adidas track pants, some black Nike wrestling shoes, and her brand new Sky Child “FLY WITH MEEEE!” t-shirt. She smiles and waves.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Konbanwa.

Minoru kind of stepped back in front of the camera for a second. He pointed over his shoulder at Mayumi for a brief second.

Minoru Tanahashi: That is my little sister. That is my MayMay. I… Okay get in close because I do not want her to be able to hear this.

He pulls the camera in a bit closer, gives a test whisper.

Minoru Tanahashi: Okay, so I love her more than anyone on this planet.

He pushes the camera back and smirks.

Minoru Tanahashi: Sure she can be an annoying little brat, but she is MY annoying little brat. I never said The Black Lion was a packless lion. I’ve simply kept it small, especially after… But that little one, she has been part of my pack since I heard her first cry. Outside in that ring, within the confines of a match, that is all her. If her opponent pulls some shady stuff, I can’t judge because I bend the rules from time to time myself. When scared little bitches and painted-up weirdos come down and attack MY sister. MY MayMay, well then you fuckos got some people to answer to. Me and May May, we’re trusting Effy will give Kate a couple for us as she pummels that blond bitch into oblivion. I’ll even be rooting for Adrianna Salvatore hoping she whips creepy Crowley’s ass. I still do not like her one damn bit. I still hold a grudge for what she did, but at least she isn’t a filthy rotten liar like the Crowley’s.

Mayumi Tanahashi: That’s for tonight Oru. We gotta do something about these creepy ladies with the super weird hard to pronounce names. Can we just call them… creepy clown for the one with all the face paint and uhm, skull lady for the one with the half the face paint, Muerte thing going on?

Minoru Tanahashi: It’s a little bit wordy, how about Creepy Clown Chicks?

Mayumi Tanahashi: Dang it. You can come up with all these great names for all these groups and then you tell them, we are, The Tanashi Twins? That’s completely ridiculous. You’re like thirty-seven years older than me.

Minoru Tanahashi: Okay, whoa, completely uncalled for. I am ten years older than you actually. At least until November first, then it’s only nine years, for like five and a half months. I told you already, I chose the name because it’s fun and whimsical. I don’t know if the creepy clown chicks boss or voice or in their head or whatever chose you or both of us, but ain’t no way I’m letting you fight them alone. So since we are gonna be a team for a little bit, we need a team name and I figured since they’re creepy and kooky, mysterious and spooky, definitely all kinds of ooky, we should be the opposite.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Okay I guess that does kind of make sense, plus I hate to admit that I love the rip off catchphrase. Though if we’re doing the team thing, that idea you had is kind of contradictory.

Minoru Tanahashi: Because I don’t expect the creepy clown chicks to make things easy for us. Did you see some of the weird crap they did to the Faye chick and her wacky boyfriend? This idea is a… scouting mission. Listen up, La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil, next show, you two can choose which one of you faces which one of us. Whichever member of the team that is not wrestling, well if it’s me and one of you, we are going to never enter the ring, we will go over the barricade, go to the front row, camera side, find the middle seat, turn, face the ring, you take the seat to the left, I take the seat to the right, we sit and we watch the match. Whoever wins, whoever loses, that’s that. No tricks, no mind games, no bullshit. You say she or we have been chosen, well how about we show you why you chose enemies very poorly.

Minoru has stopped being fun and gotten very serious now, clutching his custom African blackwood cane, the golden lion head at the top catching the light to glint off the camera.

Mayumi Tanahashi: I’m kind of hoping they pick me. I owe them for last week. That is next week though, for now, we’re going to eat and cheer on our friend in her match. Is Isis joining us?

Minoru Tanahashi: Probably. She had some of her own business to take care of. Knew this was kind of something we had to do. What about your friend… I know the chick with the really nice ass had some stuff going on, but hadn’t you talked to some other lady?

Mayumi looked at her brother for a second, turned to the table, snatched up a piece of sushi, and stuffed it in her mouth.

Minoru Tanahashi: MayMay, you know I don’t care. As long as they make you happy and know that if they ever hurt you, I will rip out their vocal cords and show them to them so they can see what is going to be wrapped around their neck as I strangle them to near death, then send them to a very good surgeon. I’m not gonna kill anyone, just teach them a very very painful lesson.

Mayumi swallows her sushi, blinks a few times, shakes her head, and snatches up a piece of Unagi.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Oru, you are my brother and I love you very much, but you are an insane person, Now shut up and come try the crunchy spicy super white roll. They try crazy things over here Oru.

He laughs and goes over to join his sister for some sushi and of course a double peach Strong Zero as we fade out.

Match #5/Guardians of the Pyramid Qualifier

Trixie Decker vs Nathaniel Dixon

Trixie and Nathaniel started off in the center of the ring with a handshake - tentative on Trixie’s side - but it went off without a hitch. Afterwards, however, Dixon lunged in for a right hand hook but Trixie gave the slip and as he turned around, the smaller woman started feeding him the knife edged chops across the chest. Trixie was far from the biggest opponent but she knew how to throw hands and make them hurt; evident as Nathaniel Dixon backed against the ropes while Decker laid into him. Decker went right for an Irish Whip but Dixon used his size and weight advantage to reverse it, sending her into them instead. He missed a Rolling Elbow as Trixie took advantage of her height, or lack thereof really, and juked under his arm, sprung up off of the middle rope and came back with a cutter, taking Dixon down for a 2 count before he promptly threw her off and got up to his feet. As Trixie started getting up on all fours, Dixon caught her with a Pistol Whip across the face that really got a boo from the crowd before he began laying into her with some Gentlemen’s Hooks and Knife Edge Chops of his own.

Nathaniel had somewhat of a reputation for being a dirty fighter but as he had no personal beef with Trixie, the Intellectual Evolution proceeded to wrestle a fairly clean, albeit brutal match against his smaller opponent. While he neglected to resort to his dirty tricks, it didn’t keep him from laying in relentlessly with a Top Rope Double Foot Stomp or his variety of Arm and Backbreakers on Decker. Trixie Decker, however, had her own reputation and while she was the perfect size to simply manhandle around the ring, the had the resiliency of a tank and absolutely refused to stay down without feeding some of Nathaniel’s offense right back to him. Trixie had the speed of a wildcat that made it difficult, at times, for Nathaniel to really get his hands on her to do significant damage which led to Dixon pulling out his bigger stops when he did manage to catch her. Still, the two stayed true to the rules of a standard match, with only minimal warning from Referee Antonio Leone before Trixie started picking up a head of steam and went for broke. She caught him right on the money with an arm wringer Pele Kick that sent him back into the ropes and as he came back at her, Decker went for her Double Knee Facebreaker but Nathaniel managed to catch her legs on his shoulders before she could bring them together and sat out into a brutal Powerbomb right in the center of the mat. Dixon rolled back, up onto his feet as Trixie sat up, painfully, and ran in to deliver Blood In The Darkness. Trixie fell back to the mat, rocked but Nathaniel pulled her up to her feet, seeking to ensure the finish as he set her up for a Ripcord and pulled her right back into Evolutionary Imperative. As Trixie fell back to the mat again, Nathaniel dropped down with her and hooked the leg for the 3 count.

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Nathaniel Dixon!!!!

Red’s “Breathe Into Me” played to Nathaniel’s victory as he got to his feet and the referee raised his arm before he came to stand over Trixie Decker. Ever the gentleman that he was, Nathaniel offered a hand to help her to her feet and, with a sinister smile, leaned down to kiss the back of hers. Of course, Trixie being Trixie, quickly retracted her hand and just gave Nathaniel a polite smile as if to say “thanks but no thanks.” She clapped for the man’s win as she gave him the ring, looking agitated at her loss.

Andrew Payne: Bit of coldness there from Trixie Decker, it seems but she showed sportsmanship all the same.

Miranda Augustino: Dude tried to be a gentleman, Andy! What gives? Shit, he can come kiss my hand if he wants.

Andrew Payne: I’m gonna start keeping a squirt bottle at the table.

Miranda Augustino: Bitch, I hope the fuck you do! You’ll be a dead son of a b--

Andrew Payne: Well there ya have it, everyone! Nathaniel Dixon has officially earned his place as one of the 7 Guardians in the Main Event match at Sudden Death II! He’ll be joining Azurine Vebbins and Kasey Kash and, of course, Undisputed Champion, Anton Crowley. That leaves three spots left to fill. Who will they be? We’ll find out in the coming weeks!!!

Miranda Augustino: Who’s gonna get their heads rocked by Papi next, is more like it!!!!

Result: Pinfall

Backstage, we see Viola Mancini walking to her locker room, as she's stopped by a camera, wanting some words from her about her win earlier.

Viola Mancini: "You saw that, right? I hope the rest of those rednecks saw that. I hope they realize that their disrespect to our ties is going to lead to their systematic destruction."

Viola said with a bit of a confident smirk, as she glows with a light sweat after her fight.

Viola Mancini: "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to clean up and get some cacciatore and a fine wine and go celebrate my hard earned victory, and get a well deserved rest after doing the Lord's work. Addio, perdenti!"

Viola said with a mischievous laugh, as she bypassed the cameraman and entered her locker room.

Match #6/United States Open Challenge

Logan Bailey vs Anaquin Adams ©

The bell sounds and Anaquin goes to lock up with Logan, but he ducks out of the way and laughs as Anaquin stumbles for a moment before turning around. Anaquin goes after Logan again who once again dodges out of the way and wipes the sweat off his forehead and chuckles as Anaquin stumbles into the corner. As she turns around, Logan runs in, going for a splash, but Anaquin rolls out of the way and Logan crashes. Anaquin pulls him out of the corner and goes for a German suplex, but Logan is able to land on his feet and stumble back and rebound off the ropes and deliver a crossbody to Anaquin, taking her down to the mat. Anaquin pops back up to her feet, only to be hit with a standing dropkick that sends her rolling out to the floor. Logan hits the ropes and goes for a suicide dive, but Anaquin meets him with a forearm as he’s coming out. She then grabs him by the head and neck, looks for a DDT from the ring to the floor, but Logan gets free and runs around the ring, screaming. Anaquin gives chase as Logan slides into the ring and Anaquin follows suit, only to be met with a series of stomps. Logan picks Anaquin up and delivers a headbutt before delivering a disaster kick that takes Anaquin down and he scrambles into a cover, only managing to get a one count. Logan climbs to the top rope and he looks to deliver a diving splash, but Anaquin moves out of the way and he crashes into the mat.

Anaquin picks Logan up and this time, she delivers a flatliner before sitting Logan up and hitting the ropes and delivering a shining wizard. Anaquin goes for a cover, but Logan kicks out at two. Logan rolls out of the ring, trying to catch his breath, giving an over the top reaction to what he had just endured as Anaquin climbs to the top rope and she delivers Run Like Hell before she tosses him back into the ring. Anaquin rolls back into the ring and she goes for another cover, but Logan again manages to kick out at two. Anaquin picks Logan up and looks for a powerbomb, but Logan is able to counter it into a hurricanrana. He hits the ropes and delivers a Slingblade before climbing to the top rope and hitting Anaquin with a Frog Splash and going for a cover of his own and Anaquin kicks out at two. Logan then looks to deliver Faye’s move, Battery, but Anaquin ducks and delivers Tectonic Shift before hopping up to the top rope and delivering Hell’s Hammer and hooking the leg to pick up the win.

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner and STILL NFW United States Champion, “The Universal Superstar” Anaquin Adams!

Andrew Payne: Another successful defense by Anaquin tonight against a game Logan.

Miranda Augustino: Anaquin provin time and time again that she’s the definition of a fightin champion.

Result: Pinfall

Andrew Payne: And once again, Anaquin Adams retains her United States Championship!

Miranda Augustino: She keeps asking for people to step up and whoever does, she knocks ‘em down! Who can dethrone her? Will she even be dethroned?

Anaquin Adams continues to celebrate her victory when “Kingslayer” by Bring Me The Horizon w/BABYMETAL is suddenly replaced with the opening bass line of “I Will Not Break” by A Sound of Thunder which grabs the attention of the United States Champion as she looks over to the stage as she places her championship over her shoulder.

Andrew Payne: Well perhaps there is someone who can dethrone her, Miranda!

Miranda Augustino: Oh lovely…

As the song kicks in, the camera cuts to the stage where we see “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones standing there dressed in a pair of black boots, a pair of skin tight black leather pants, a black Nightwish T-shirt and her trademark black leather jacket. She begins to make her way down the ramp with a purpose, not taking her eyes off the champion in the ring.

Andrew Payne: It’s Stacy Jones! And listen to these fans, Miranda! They are going crazy right now!

Miranda Augustino: Good for them.

Reaching the ring, she hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes before walking past Adams and then calling for a microphone. Once she’s handed one, she turns her attention back to the champion as “I Will Not Break” fades out and Jones reaches into her jacket pocket and removes the note she received from the little girl last week and holds it up.

Stacy Jones: I got your note, champ…

The Unbreakable One takes a couple of steps closer to Adams.

Stacy Jones: Consider this me stepping up!

A bemused expression crosses Adams’ face as she steps up to Jones until they are face to face, the champion still trying to catch her breath as she holds up the United States Championship.

Anaquin Adams: It’s about time.

Adams lowers the championship belt and starts to walk off when The Unbreakable One grabs her by the arm. As quickly as she’s grabbed, Adams drops her with a flatliner.

Andrew Payne: What the Hell was that?

Miranda Augustino: That was the United States Champion telling Stacy Jones to keep her hands to herself.

The champion drops her title onto the mat and moves to the corner and climbs to the top as she watches Jones slowly get to her feet. Adams leaps off with a Hell’s Hammer, but The Unbreakable One sidesteps and as the champion lands, Jones nails her with the Bat-Hammer and Adams goes down.

Andrew Payne: Stacy Jones just laid out the United States Champion!

Miranda Augustino: Stacy Jones is just a cheap-shot artist!

The Unbreakable One bends over and picks up the United States Championship and holds it up in the air before laying it across Adams as her music hits and she exits the ring and we cut elsewhere.
We come back to the show with the camera showing the commentator team.

Andrew Payne: What a show we have had so far and we only have the main event for you tonight with House Crowley going up against…

Before he could finish the lights go out and an aerial view circling the arena as a robotic voice starts on the sound system.

Miranda Augustino: What the Hell is going on?

Somewhere out in Megaspace

The Pelozees of the Lesbodyke Nebula

In order to continue breeding

After removal from the universe their last remaining enemy

Men created the PIL - Penile Impregnation Lingumbot Rezark SP - a prototype PIL

Accidentally launched into chrono-space during the hyperfiber wars

Has programmed a self replicating evo-loop and drifts for a kilo-year

Alone and sentient in a tele-operative trajectory above Planet Three-S:

Formerly known as Earth

Lowering his astrogate to Planet Three-S, Rezark SP, the last surviving chrononaut

Has a bad case of bluballsium and one thing on his hydro-mind:

...

Pussy!"

Suddenly there is an explosion of pyro as the name Marco Valintine comes onto the screen and the lights come back on as "Supersonic Sex Machine" by Steel Panther blasts out of the PA system as Marco Valintine dances out onto the stage to the music, whipping the crowd into a frenzy as he walks down and around the ramp area clapping hands with the fans and taking selfies with the ladies. He continues having fun, dancing around to the commentators table and giving Andrew Payne a high five and dances for a moment in front of Miranda Augustino, trying and failing to get her to join him before turning around and jumping up onto the apron and leaping into the ring without touching the top rope as more pyros explode and he dances in the ring, taking in the ovation of the crowd before going to the ring announcer and taking the microphone from Thea Crawford and walking into the centre of the ring as people chant his name.

Marco Valintine: Whoa this is epic! Did you miss me everyone?

The fans start to chant YES!

Marco Valintine: Well then for all of you that dont know, my name is Marco Valintine! I have been away on an important mission in life, and that is to bang a chick in every nation around the world and I did that! Just don't ask how I got to North Korea, that was a crazy time. But after all that, I remembered my love of wrestling and that good type of itch came back to get back in this ring and bring you all the Marco goodness you have all been craving for all these years I have been gone! And where better than right here in NFW?!

The fans cheer and start chanting NF DUB!

Marco Valintine: So your bro made a call to one of his favourite babes Stacy Jones, and she put me onto the main man Steven Brody, and on the spot I got a contract and Mr NsFW was born and I for one am super excited for what the future is going to bring. There are so many great talents here, I can't wait to get in here and show you beautiful people what I can do!

Miranda Augustino: Where the Hell did they dig this fossil up from? Seriously, do we have no standards anymore?

Andrew Payne: Come on Miranda, the guy is fun, maybe if you had more of that you wouldn't just hate on everything.

Marco Valintine: Now sexy ladies and gentlest of men, you gotta be thinking it's great to see you Marco, but ya can't be just here to say hi and go right? Well that's where you're correct my people, I may just be on the mic tonight but I am also here to send out an open challenge for the next show. That's right, I need an opponent for my first match back and that can be any of you beautiful people in the back so I will be here next time and I hope to see one of you there because you are going to be a part of one of the greatest wrestling returns the world has ever seen! And don't worry, I’ll be as gentle or rough as you want, because life is a party and I am going to live it up and bring you all along for a ride of a lifetime!

“Supersonic Sex Machine” Starts to play as Marco raises up his hand and start to air guitar to the music before handing the microphone back to Thea and dances back up the ramp to the back.

Main Event/Tag Team Match

Salvatore & Young vs House Crowley

Andrew Payne: Alright, folks. Ready for your main event of the evening?

Miranda Augustino: I know I am! Let’s get rockin’!

As Thea Crawford is about to officially announce the match, the NFW-Tron comes to life with static and a live video feed. Backstage of the Collision Center, a fight has broken out between the teams that are set to face each other in the ring -- House Crowley and the unorthodox duo of FM Young and Adrianna Salvatore! Security is trying to separate them to no avail; the teams are practically trying to kill each other. Not even Tia Santos or Faust can intervene.

Andrew Payne: Oh, what the hell!?

Miranda Augustino: I bet Salvatore and Young started this!

The fans are shouting “LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!” as the chaos unfolds. Adrianna is gunning for Anton, while FM Is squaring up with Kate. They’re punching, kicking, clubbing, scratching, and clawing away at one another. As the bigger woman, FM is clobbering Kate with stiff shots. Seeing this angers Anton who suddenly rakes Adrianna in the eyes, grabs her by the back of her head, and drives her face first into a large amp! He then attacks FM from behind, letting up on Kate who in turn nails FM with “Geek Chic Kick” (Chick Kick)! FM collapses onto the floor, but this moment provides Adrianna with the opportunity to attack Kate and Anton -- with a steel pipe! A baseball swing to Kate’s ribs doubles her over, while Anton backsteps out of the way of another swing.

Miranda Augustino: Hey, no fair! Papi’s unarmed!

Andrew Payne: I don’t think Adrianna cares, Miranda!

Salvatore goes for another swing, but Crowley evades once again before he tactically retreats. He’s heading towards the ring, while Salvatore is in pursuit, still armed with the pipe. Santos and Faust go after their Demon King, though they keep their distance from the armed and dangerous Salvatore. The NFW-Tron stays with Young and Kate, while the ringside cameras focus on Crowley who emerges through the curtains and steps to the right on the stage. Once Salvatore steps through the curtains, Crowley sends her onto the steel floor with a spear, knocking the pipe out of her hands! The fans are booing Crowley and rallying behind Salvatore -- though she is the lesser of two evils. Crowley doesn’t let up his assault, hitting Salvatore with mounted strikes. However, Salvatore rolls them over and she counters with mounted strikes of her own. Gritting his teeth, Crowley kicks her off and gathers himself, only for Salvatore to blast him with a pop-up European uppercut! He staggers backwards in the direction of the ring, where referee Thurgood Jackson steps out to try and corral them. Santos and Faust attempt to intervene as well, but Salvatore is ignoring them.

On the NFW-Tron, Young and Kate are back on their feet. One of the staff members directs them towards the ring where their tag-team partners have moved to. Kate is the faster one between the two, running through the curtains with her crosshairs on Salvatore. Salvatore is unaware of Kate, making a beeline for Crowley who’s rather evasive. Kate’s able to catch Salvatore off guard with a headscissors takedown onto the floor, but the moment she gets to her feet, Young takes her down with “Man-Machine Interface” (Discus Clothesline)! However, Crowley immediately catches her with a running low dropkick to the back of Young’s knees, causing her to fall forward. He makes the strategic decision to pull Young to her feet and roll her into the ring. He follows after her just before the recovering Salvatore can grab him.

Andrew Payne: Finally, the match can begin!

Miranda Augustino: Haha, Adrianna’s not the legal competitor!

Unfortunate for her, especially when Thurgood is arguing with her to go to her corner. The distraction allows Anton to target FM’s knees with kicks and stomps. She’s having a hard time defending herself, while the NFW Undisputed Champion forces her to her feet. The referee turns around in time to see Anton unleash “Lingchi” {Death by a Thousand Cuts} (Striking Combo consisting of Punches and Kicks) and finish with a yakuza kick to FM’s head! FM falls onto the mat and Anton’s quick to cover her, hooking the leg, but she kicks out right after two!

Adrianna and Kate have found their respective corners, all the while Anton continues to lay into FM. He is especially focused on her right knee as a means to keep her slowed down. When he sees his beloved Kate has recovered, he tags her in. Despite not being an official tag-team, they unleash a barrage of double team moves whenever they tag the other in. Anton even gets a cheap shot in on Adrianna, knocking her off the ring apron! With a smirk, Anton tags Kate back in and drops FM with a scoop slam, allowing Kate the opportunity to get the drop on her with “Bass-ic” (Frog Splash)! The NFW Perseverance Champion covers FM, hooks the leg, but FM still manages to kick out!

Even with the teamwork, Young’s resilience is quite a surprise. Kate tags Crowley back into the match and she tries to send Young towards the ropes with an Irish whip, but Young reverses and sends her towards the ropes instead. Kate seizes the top rope to stop the momentum, but Young redirects her attention and catches Crowley out of nowhere with a high knee! When Kate turns around, she’s suddenly forced onto the mat with a spinebuster by Young! All three are down, while Salvatore is back at her corner, yelling for Young to tag her in. Young is able to make her way to their corner, tagging Salvatore to give herself a break. The fans rally behind Salvatore as she knocks Kate out of the ring with a missile dropkick. She then focuses on Crowley, who’s back on his feet, and she blasts him with “Rogue Planet” (V-Trigger)! Salvatore covers him, hooks the leg, but Crowley kicks out!

On the outside, Kate is beginning to recover. Faust moves to check on the Queen of House Crowley and helps her to her feet. It looks like she’s going to get back into the ring, but Young stops her with an unexpected “Negasonic Warhead” (Starship Pain)! Both women crash land onto the ringside padding with a resounding THUD! Back in the ring, Salvatore’s assault on Crowley gives her the edge. She even nails him with “1994 TA01” (Interceptor-Style Superman Punch)! Just as she goes for the cover and hooks his leg, Faust has climbed onto the ring apron to distract the referee. Salvatore notices this and rises up, advancing on Faust with madness in her eyes. From the opposite side of the ring, however, Tia enters the ring with a pair of brass knuckles around her right hand. A split second before Salvatore grabs Faust, he jumps down -- and this allows Tia to punch the back of Salvatore’s head! The fans are booing loudly when Salvatore falls on her knees. Santos quickly exits the ring seconds before Jackson turns around. Back on his feet, Crowley inhales and floors Salvatore with “Ad Stellam Matutinam” {The Morning Star} (Kinshasa/Bomaye Knee strike)! Young tries to intercept the immediate pin attempt, but Kate stops her in time for Crowley to score the three on Salvatore!



Thea Crawford: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner of the match via pinfall… Anton Crowley and Cali-Kate of HOUSE CROWLEY!

Andrew Payne: Oh, that is absolute bull--

Miranda Augustino: BEAUTIFUL, darlings! Ayyy, way to go, Papi!

Andrew Payne: Don’t condone outside interference, Mir!

Miranda Augustino: Whatever it takes, Andy! Remember?! Cheers to House Crowley!

Andrew Payne: Yeah, sure, I think FM Young is gonna share those sentiments, as well!

The credits began to roll as FM Young leaned against the ropes, sneering at House Crowley, but most importantly at Anton.

Result: Pinfall