NFW Trauma #44 - Chicago, Illinois! 07/17/2021!

Andrew Payne: Hello and welcome all! Andrew Payne here, joined by Miranda Augustino and this is NFW Trauma!!!!

Miranda Augustino: Gonna be some trauma after tonight, Andy! We got some business to settle and we ain’t even at Sudden Death II yet! But it’s about to get hot!

Andrew Payne: Seems like differences between some of the roster members seem to be getting worse and worse. I almost with Sudden Death II would come quicker so they can get their issues out of the way, get things settled properly.

Miranda Augustino: I just wanna see them beat the fucking shit out of each other!!

Andrew Payne: Of course you do.

Miranda Augustino: Hey, I love this sport and I got the best seat in the whole house! Fuck the front row, right?

Andrew Payne: Best seat ever? I suppose you’re right there. Let’s not waste any time and get right to business, then!
It’s night at what appears to be a children’s park. The swing is occupied as it has been in recent weeks by the dirty little child and swings back and forth. She wears the same nightgown as before, as well as the blindfold over her eyes. And she sings:

“So let the sunshine in Face it with a grin. Smilers never lose and frowners never win. So let the sunshine in Face it with a grin Open up your heart and let the sunshine in.”

The child stops swinging and an annoyed expression crosses her face.

Child: I’m trying to swing and sing over here. You are making a lot of noise.

As the camera pans back, we see that it’s not a playground, but a cemetery. Tombstones and such are everywhere and in the center, is the swing with the little girl.

There’s a hole being dug, and dirt is flying out from inside of it.

Anaquin Adams, face covered in dirt, peeks her head from the hole.

Anaquin Adams: No one asked you here. Why are you still here? You should be out spreading the word. Or have you forgotten?

The child shrugs her shoulders.

Child: I haven’t forgotten. I just am tired of it. When are you going to fight him?

Anaquin pushes herself out of the grave she’s dug. She reaches down and brushes some of the dirt from her hands.

Anaquin Adams: I have a schedule. I have it all laid out. You know that Stacy Jones is next. Then my attention will shift. The United States Championship must be defended at all costs until there are no other challengers or until I’m finally dethroned. Then and only then, can I move forward with the plan. Why do I need to explain this to you every time?

The child slides off the swing and walks towards Anaquin, moving around easily despite being blindfolded. She stops in front of Anaquin and looks up at her.

Child: I’m only seven.

Anaquin Adams: You’re not seven.

Child: Well, I was. Why did you hit Stacy last week?

Anaquin seems amused by the question.

Anaquin Adams: Stacy Jones seems to have needed a wake-up call. She placed her hands on me first, if you recall. I only responded in kind. Have you finished your preparations?

The child scratches her chin and then nods her head.

Child: All done. Everything is ready for Sudden Death. Are you sure?

Anaquin nods her head to the child.

Anaquin Adams: I’m sure. Everything must be set in place. Are you ready to go?

The child looks over to where her swing set used to be and it’s gone now. She looks back up at Anaquin and reaches out her hand.

Anaquin takes the hand and the two turn to walk off as the camera pans down. In front of the grave is a tombstone, but we only see the back. We don’t see who’s name might be on it from the other side as the scene fades to black.

Isis v. Kayako Kazama

~DING DING DING~

Isis and Kayako Kazama approach each other in the center of the ring. Kayako has a smile on her face. Isis cocks her head to the side unsure of what to make of an opponent she has one inch in height on. The Utopian Female’s hesitation cost her in the form of Kayako firing away with a stiff kick to the abdomen. Not enough to take Isis down. Was enough to stun her. Palm thrust to Isis chin. She naturally grabs her chin. Kayako rapid fires with the strikes, to the hip, to the mid section, to the thigh, her aggression took Isis off her game for a bit. Isis regained her composure enough to swing wildly, Kayako ducked. Managed to leap up, front headlock Isis head, plant her straight down with a Tornado DDT.

Andrew Payne: Don’t let Kayako’s smile fool you. She’s quite the firecracker.

Miranda Augustino: No kidding. Isis should have been more prepared.

Kayako goes for the cover.

Barely registered a one count. Isis bench pressed Kayako off of her. With Isis rolling over on her stomach to push herself up, Kayako gets on her back. She wraps her arms around Isis neck, applying a sleeper. Kayako’s light frame made it easy for Isis to power herself up to her feet. Kayako locked in the sleeper as tightly as she could. Isis was able to power her way to the turnbuckle, sandwiching Kayako between herself and the turnbuckle padding. Kayako let go of the sleeper. Isis grabbed Kayako by the arm, irish whipped her so hard, as soon as she hit the turnbuckle she collapsed to the floor to the mat.

Isis waited for Kayako to stand. She runs, her attempted big boot misses, Kayako dropped down to avoid the boot.. She kicked Isis in her exposed leg. Then she grabbed Isis by the hair, bringing her down to the mat. Kayako followed with a double stomp. She climbed to the top rope. Waited for Isis to stand. Kayako dove, connecting with a clothesline, but unfortunately for her, she didn’t have enough momentum to knock Isis down. Only stun her. .

Andrew Payne: I wasn’t expecting this. Kayako has controlled the majority of the match.

Miranda Augustino: She does have more experience than Isis. I’m not shocked at all.

Kayako bounced off the ropes, looking for a big move, Isis regained her barings long enough to connect with a big boot. She pounds her chest. Looks like she is fired up now. Picks Kayako up by the hair. Gorilla pressed her opponent over her head. SImply released Kayako. K.K crashes to the mat. Isis wasn’t done with the onslaught. She picks Kayako up by the hair again, she tossed her from the middle of the ring over to the closest turnbuckle. Isis backs up. As Kayako uses the ropes to pull herself to a sitting position, Isis charges, connecting with a cannonball.

She pulls Kayako out enough to go over a cover.

TWO!

KICKOUT!

Andrew Payne: Isis withstood the early storm. Now she’s in control.

Miranda Augustino: She needs to keep it up. Don’t want to give a more experienced competitor like Kayako an opening.

Isis picks Kayako up. The Utopian Female received a poke in the eye for her troubles. Followed by a quick stunner that stuns Isis. The Utopian Female doesn’t go down. That doesn’t deter Kayako. She is relentless with the kicks to the abdomen. To the hip. To the thigh. Even the shin. Isis does goes down to a knee. She is grimacing due to the impact. Kayako hits the ropes, nails a dropkick to the head that does force Isis to the mat. Kayako then connects with a standing senton. Everything appears to be going her way now.

Kayako returns to the top rope. She waits for Isis to stand. Leaping off the ropes she wraps her legs around Isis for an attempted huricanna. It doesn’t go as Kayako had hoped, Isis was able to stop the momentum, transitioning Kayako into a powerbomb. Dropped down to a knee, Isis rises to her feet again. Picks Kayako up. Dropped her with a standard chokeslam. Unleashing a primal scream, Isis lifted Kayako off the mat. Wrapped an arm around her neck. Dropped Kayako down to the mat with a vengeance with the one arm powerbomb she calls Welcome to Dystopia.

Isis pressed down on Kayako.

TWO!

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by way of pinfall... ISIS

Andrew Payne: A more competitive battle than some fans likely expected. But Isis strength won the day.

Miranda Augustino: Her poor choice in men aside, imagine how much tougher she’ll be with a little more experience.

Isis hand was raised in victory. Suddenly the lights go out.

The tron comes to life. On screen is Mister J accompanied by Legion. The lights come fully on. Isis's full attention is on the tron now. Legion stands with her hand on his shoulder as Mister J looks down in their dark room. He then laughed as he saw the opponent fallen in front of her.

Mister J: As you can see Isis, I have not come down there to talk to you, figuring containing myself was a better option. Besides I’ll be at ringside for Legion later on. But she has something for you, a gift if you will. I’ll let her be the one to issue it…

Mister J steps back, as Legion then reaches in front of her holding up a board with sharp nails poking out of it. She smiles softly, as she then put it on her shoulder looking over at Mister J, as she ran a nail down his face.

Mister J: You see you should be prepared, we challenge you to a signature match of Legion, what she likes to call a Pandora’s Box match. There will be four boxes, one per corner, and each will have a varying weapon, like the one she currently holds. You want to finish this, this is how we do it. Also the night before the PPV you and I will be segregated with no food, little water, no sunlight until match time. Do you accept?

The crowd is abuzz with anticipation to see what Isis will say. They don’t need to wait long. She is handed a microphone. With no hesitation she says…

Isis: YES!

The crowd cheers. She tosses the mic. With the challenge accepted the tron fades to black, "Bad" by Royal Deluxe plays as everyone processes what just happened.

We get a snippet of Viola in her personal office back in Queens, as she is recorded to address Big Bubba Thompson after a couple of weeks had passed her defeating Cameron Worley in a match on Trauma.

Viola Mancini: "Your cousin Cameron had a fraction of the education I wish to put on the three of you. Simply defeating him in the ring is insufficient, though..."

She said with a bit of a scowl, as she leans in toward the camera with a cold tone to her voice.

Viola Mancini: "In my business, you don't cut the tail off of the serpent and call it a day... you have to go for the head? Something so simple, even backwoods trailer trash like you can understand."

Viola said, before leaning back, as she snapped a finger, ordering one of her goons to fetch her a Manhattan.

Viola Mancini: "So, let me make this crystal clear to you... "Buh Buh." I'm here to finish you and your... kin... once and for all."

She said, as the martini was presented to her, whilst she takes a drink. She sets the glass down and addressed him once more.

Viola Mancini: "Next week, I will challenge you to a no disqualification match, so there are no restrictions to how badly I will punish you for existing in my ring. And when I'm done with you, your mother won't be able to recognize you. Capiche? I'll see you next week... get your affairs in order while you have the time."

She said, as the cameras would fade to black on her recording.
Sharp words are being fired back and forth from around the corner, the camera coming ‘round to focus on the hallway where the locker rooms are located… and where the argument is taking place. From outward appearances, the altercation is happening between La Silencia and Mano Derecha, the two women speaking heatedly in rapid-fire Spanish while a half-dozen Huesos Rojos keep a respectful distance, each one to a man looking concerned for what’s going on.

At one point, Silencia takes what looks like a threatening step toward her manager, a finger pointed sharply at the larger woman’s chest. Whatever has the Queen of the Streets irked must be serious, because despite the angry gesture, Derecha is doing her best to keep things calm. Or at the very least non-violent. It is almost comical how this powerfully-built woman, with six inches and fifty pounds on Silencia, is trying to smooth things over with the tiny Street Empress. Whether that speaks to a level of respect, fear or something else entirely… all parties concerned would likely say it’s no one’s business but their own.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I… don’t think this is a good time. I know Uncle Nathaniel wanted me to talk to these two about how the meeting went, but-

A loud crack sounds off, the camera whipping away from Ami, to whom it had turned, in time to see Silencia having smacked the wall with a steel chair. It does not look like she was aiming at anyone in particular, but the blow still shocked everyone into silence. Because she could have. The anger issues possessed by Silencia are well-known by now. The Huesos Rojos, in the moment of silence, get between the two women, their backs to Derecha, trying to create space and perhaps a little peace.

Ami Fitzsimmons: Yes. Bad time. Let’s go.

Ami’s voice comes from off-camera, but before they can make their departure, a sharp voice

La Silencia: ¡Tú!

Freezing in place for a moment, Ami slowly turns to see Silencia pointing at her, one hand still gripping the bent chair. Derecha is looking her way as well, her expression severe.

La Silencia: ¡Ven aquí! ¡AHORA!

Ami Fitzsimmons: Wh-what?

In a far more soothing, but still firm and detached voice, Derecha clarifies.

Mano Derecha: Come here, Ami. Don’t worry. She isn’t angry at you.

That is not reassuring. But Ami does as ordered, stopping in her tracks when Silencia wrenches the chair away from one of the Huesos Rojos who tries to take it from her in the interest of making her a little less threatening. Again the makeshift weapon is swung; Silencia does not see the person trying to take the chair and on instinct swings it in that direction. The hooded young man barely ducks out of the way, the seat slamming this time against the closed locker room door, eliciting a few shrieks from behind it.

La Silencia: ¡Volver!

Mano Derecha: ¡Suficiente! ¡No hay razón para este arrebato! ¡Comienza a actuar como un adulto por una vez!

Silencia’s eyes widen and she drops the chair, more out of surprise than anything else. Her expression, or what of it is visible beneath the mask, is one of shocked fury.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I’ll… come back later?

La Silencia: ¿qué dijiste?

Mano Derecha: Alejandra-

But she does not wait around for an answer. Derecha puts a hand on Silencia’s arm but it is violently shrugged off. Pushing her way through the crowd of Huesos Rojos, Silencia stalks down the hall. She stops next to Ami and glares up at her (yes, even Ami is taller than Silencia) for a few seconds before making her way down the hall. Ami, pale, turns as Derecha comes up to her.

Mano Derecha: My apologies, Ami. Unfortunately, the meeting with your uncle did not go well. At least not as far as Silencia is concerned. She is… very upset with Nathaniel and myself.

She pauses, then…

Mano Derecha: Mostly me.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I suppose that answers my question. But what about her match tonight against Mayumi Tanahashi? Will this affect-

Mano Derecha: Little sister is going to get hurt.

Ami Fitzsimmons: That, I mean… at first, it looked to be Minoru, but doctors would not clear him-

Mano Derecha: Oh, that piece of slime is going to get hurt too, Ami. You can quote me on that. The Tanahashis are a plague around here. You need only glance at social media to understand that. The opportunity to smash one of them is the only thing that is giving Silencia a link to sanity as things stand right now.

Absorbing this information, Ami looks past Derecha to the Rojos, who all nod in agreement while keeping their own silence.

Ami Fitzsimmons: So you’re predicting a victory for Silencia tonight?

Blinking in surprise, Derecha looks to Ami, then the Rojos, then back again. She smiles first, then laughs outright. Not in a mean way, but certainly not in a genial way, either.

Mano Derecha: You want a honest answer to that, Ami?

Ami Fitzsimmons: Yes, please.

The smile fades.

Mano Derecha: I’m predicting pain and suffering. Do you think for a hot minute that Silencia is in her right mind at this moment? You saw that outburst. She isn’t going out there to try and win, Ami. She is going out there to break a bitch. The bad news, though, is that for her, this is only an appetizer. She was promised Minoru. She will have Minoru. And next time, if the Gods are kind, not only will she get him without pithy excuses, but she’ll put his ass on the shelf permanently.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I did not realize that there was bad blood there-

Mano Derecha: There isn’t. The Tanahashis are a type. Silencia does not like their type. Breathing the same air as them is enough to piss her off. That’s all. And if Isabella Santiago loves money and ratings as much as that hardass Luthor Callaway over on Collision does? She will find a way to lock that bleached-blonde asshole into a match with Silencia so she can do Trauma and all of NFW a favor.

Ami Fitzsimmons: That’s very harsh, if you don’t mind my saying so.

Mano Derecha: The truth is seldom kind.

Gesturing to the Rojos, Derecha watches as they walk past her and Ami, heading off down the hall… presumably to go find Silencia and try to keep anyone from getting too close to her until match time. Derecha then puts her attention back on Ami for the last time.

Mano Derecha: Things are bad right now, Ami. If something positive does not happen soon, I’m sorry to say that I will not be able to keep Silencia reined in much longer. It is not your uncle’s fault, but... more harm than good came of our meeting.

Ami Fitzsimmons: I’m sorry to hear that.

Shrugging, Derecha sets a gentle hand on the young lady’s shoulder.

Mano Derecha: Not your fault. But extend to him a friendly warning to not come near Silencia for a while. Less chance of an incident that way.

A pat-pat to that shoulder, and Derecha moves off, leaving a worried-looking Ami staring after her before the cameras cut to the announce table at ringside.

Andrew Payne: An angry Silencia is not a good thing for anyone. Not even her allies, apparently. What do you think that means for tonight, Miranda?

Miranda Augustino: All that Latin temper gets tossed in a bowl, mixed with hate and violence, a few pinches of righteous fury and several drops of blood? Oh, it’s gonna get ugly!

Andrew Payne: Then why do you sound excited?

Miranda Augustino: Maybe I just like watching Silencia work!

Match #2/Singles Match

Trixie Decker v. Diamond Steele

The bell rings, and immediately Diamond and Trixie lock up. Both women are on the smaller side, neither with a clear weight or height advantage, but just as Steele seems to be gaining control, Decker counters, using her opponent's momentum as she falls back to flip Diamond up and over onto her back. They're both up in a flash, but Trixie is just a bit quicker as she hits a forearm shiver that stuns the rocker long enough for the Jinx to follow up with a series of forearms, knocking the blonde back down to the mat. Steele is down, but definitely not out as she reaches out, snatching Trixie by the ankle and yanking her down to the mat to attempt a leg submission of some sort. Decker fights Diamond off, rolling backwards and onto her feet. Steele kips up, and the crowd politely applauds at the athletic display of both women.

As they start to circle again, Diamond feigns a kick to the left, and Trixie ducks, only to catch a stiff kick to the ribs from the right. She doubles over, clutching her ribs, and Steele slowly begins to take control, putting her technical expertise to use as she begins to attack Decker's right arm. She hits a sitout shoulder breaker before turning her attention to Trixie's elbow and wrist with calculated stomps and other joint specific attacks. She yanks Trixie upright by that arm, causing the Jinx to cry out in pain, but before she can capitalize on her attack she gets a hard kick to the midsection before Decker hits a stunner! Steele managed to stay upright, but not for long because Trixie is right there with a series of backhanded chops before leveling Diamond with a stiff headbutt! The goth woman stumbles back, having dazed herself a bit, and Steele manages to pull herself upright using the ring ropes.

The action is fast between the two women as both begin to show signs of wear from this match. The crowd is cheering loudly now as Diamond goes for SHIPWRECKED, but Trixie counters, getting free of the hold to turn around and hit a Pele kick that has Steele rocked, to which Decker immediately bullrushes her to the middle of the ring before locking in GET JINXED! Diamond has nowhere to go as she struggles in the center of the squared circle, but Decker has the submission locked in deep, and Steele is forced to submit!

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by submission...TRIXIE...DECKER!!!!

Andrew Payne: Welcome back to NFW Trixie Decker!! Hell of a win!!

Miranda Augustino: Hell yeah!!! Get it girl!!!!

Result: Pinfall

Andrew Payne: Well ladies and gentlemen, we’ve gotten off to quite the start here tonight!

Miranda Augustino: And we’ve still got plenty left to go!

The opening bass line to "I Will Not Break" by A Sound Of Thunder blares out of the PA system and the camera pans around the arena as the fans rise to their feet and cheer wildly.

"Oh no, we can't ask her! She's a creep!"

"Who are they talking about?"

As the song kicks in, the camera cuts to the stage where we see "Unbreakable" Stacy Jones standing there with a large grin on her face. She then begins to make her way down the ramp, slapping the fans hands on the way.

Andrew Payne: Well here comes the number one contender to the United States Championship and your favorite person, Mir!

Miranda Augustino: She’s far from my favorite person. I actually have class.

Once she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she turns to her super fan, Elsie and removes her plain black wool hat and hands it to her before she makes her way over to the ring before hopping up onto the apron. Putting her back to the ropes, she takes hold of the top rope with both hands and proceeds to backflip over the ropes and into the ring.

Andrew Payne: She may seem to be in good spirits tonight, but I’d imagine Stacy Jones has a few choice words for Anaquin Adams.

Miranda Augustino: I can’t wait to witness Anaquin wipe the floor with this… thing… come Sudden Death II!

Jones calls for a microphone and is handed one as she makes her way to the center of the ring and “I Will Not Break” fades out.

Stacy Jones: You know something, Anaquin? It’s funny…

She paces a little.

Stacy Jones: Ever since you captured the United States Championship at WrestleWar XVII last year? You’ve been asking… no… demanding who is gonna step up and take the championship from you…

The Unbreakable One chuckles.

Stacy Jones: And of course… people stepped up… and every single one of them couldn’t take that from you. But that’s not what’s funny… oh no… what’s funny is that you came to me specifically about stepping up!

Reaching into her jacket pocket, she takes out the note that she was given a few weeks ago by the little girl and holds it up.

Stacy Jones: Everyone else… you waited until someone stepped up off their own back… so why come to me specifically?

Jones places the note back into her pocket and shrugs.

Stacy Jones: Guess only you know the answer to that… but I digress. In two weeks time… you and I are going up against one another for the first time ever with your United States Championship on the line. And I’m done with the sneak attacks… and the weird little singing girl, Anaquin. This isn’t some B list horror movie… this is professional wrestling!

She turns her attention to the hard camera.

Stacy Jones: In two weeks at Sudden Death II… I’m going to show you EXACTLY why I’m called “Unbreakable”... because if you actually did your research… you’d know that I didn’t even give myself that nickname, a good friend of mine did! You’d know that it doesn’t have ANYTHING to do with whether I can get injured or not! People call me “Unbreakable” because no matter what I go through… no matter what is put in front of me… I fight it! No matter how many times I get knocked down?! I keep getting back up! I never give up! I never back down! I… WILL NOT… BREAK!!!

The Unbreakable One then drops the microphone as “I Will Not Break” blasts out of the PA system and she motions to her waist that she’s planning on becoming the new champion as we cut elsewhere.

We cut to a video of Minoru Tanahashi sitting outside of the Sugar Shack on 26th. He’s got his leg resting up on a chair, a sleeve over his knee visible thanks to his casual dress of khaki shorts, a light green and pink bowling style shirt, and his black Steve McQueen style Persol sunglasses. He took a bite of ice cream and then suddenly jumped back, almost tumbling over as Kensaku Rodell comes running up with the cameraman, Kensaku hopping over a flower box to get at Minoru.

Kensaku Rodell: YO YO YO! IT’S YA BOY RODEEZY! KON’ICHIWA BITCHES!

Minoru Tanahashi: Saru ka shinu.

Minoru’s calm demeanor completely fades as he stands up, sets his bowl of ice cream down on the table, picks up his cane, and raises it towards Kensaku.

Kensaku Rodell: Whoa whoa whoa bro, this is just a new thing. Kensaku Rodeezy, ambush interviewer.

Minoru sort of growls, but lowers the cane, shoves him away, sits back in his chair, pulls away the chair beside him, and puts his foot in it. Kensaku goes for another chair, but Minoru shakes his head. Kensaku goes for the last chair, but again Minoru shakes his head.

Minoru Tanahashi: Those are Mayumi’s chairs. She may want to prop her feet up as well.

Kensaku Rodell: May May Mayumi is here?

Minoru Tanahashi: Get your shit under control perv. Of course she’s here. This is where Griff sent us so she could get her pre match treat since my fucking Baskin Robbins is having to be repaired. Pretty good, but Mayumi wasn’t super happy. They don’t have chocolate chip cookie dough. They do have soft serve though, that makes everybody happy. I had a swirl cone, it was delightful. She got a banana split, with chocolate, vanilla, and strawberry soft serve.

Kensaku Rodell: Before a match?

Before Minoru can answer, Mayumi comes out of the store in a bit of a huff.

Mayumi Tanahashi: They wouldn’t give me seconds. Lacy-Chan at 31 always gave me seconds. Stupid head Griff destroying the store. They said that Mister Hawkins prepaid for up to fifteen dollars plus tax and blah blah blah.

Minoru Tanahashi: Yea your seconds are okay, but we’re gonna have a conversation about thirds and fourths and what else Lacy-Chan gave you.

Kensaku Rodell: OH DAMN! Family drama time!

Mayumi Tanahashi: Why is this akachan no otoko here, Oru?

Minoru Tanahashi: He’s doing an ambush interview. I am hoping that if I offer him two questions for each of us, he will remember that NFW likely didn’t authorize this, meaning he’s not technically an employee during this and if he does this again, I will just have to assume he is a crazed fan attempting to attack me and I am allowed to defend myself.

Minoru stares Kensaku down and points to the chair across from them, Kensaku nods and sits down.

Kensaku Rodell: Alright, two questions each. That’s… cool. Can I ask about Lacy?

Mayumi Tanahashi: No you can not. It happened one time, it was okay, we said friendsies was better and neither of us has anything. Thanks for embarrassing me Oru.

Kensaku Rodell: Okay, well I think you should answer that question and then you can answer why you let the doctors just pull you out of a match like a little bitch?

Minoru turns and growls again, then stops and turns back towards Mayumi.

Minoru Tanahashi: Sorry MayMay. I shouldn’t have said anything. Now if we’re good, I’m gonna answer the micropenis mistake.

Minoru turns back to Kensaku and seems to want a response, but Rodeezy stays quiet.

Minoru Tanahashi: So last week, I had a large piece of African blackwood cracked across my knee. This is a very sturdy wood, an expensive wood, a beautiful wood. It’s why I decided to have my signature cane made out of it. I won’t lie, I was hurting bad. The doctors advised me to do nothing for 2 weeks. I advised them to lick my taint. They didn’t like that and told me I was out for this week. It’s probably for the best. I went and wrestled on it the next damn night without telling anyone anything. There was no fear, no chickening out, no unwillingness to fight. Simply the educated opinion of medical professionals. No matter what though, next week. Tanahashi Twins Vs. La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil, the winner can choose how this damn thing ends at Sudden Death.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Uhm, what now? Oru, they said they want to sacrifice us. Why would we give them a chance to do that?

Minoru Tanahashi: Because it’s the best chance to end that. Plus we know how to stop the whole lights out trick and I will leave my cane with Isis. We beat them, choose our match and make them agree that when we win, they leave us alone.

Mayumi Tanahashi: That would be a really great plan if your knee wasn’t all messed up.

Minoru Tanahashi: My knee will be fine. Oh god dang it, this asshole is still here. You know what because that was such an asshole question and it caused us to go off on a tangent, you get one last question. Ask it to Mayumi and make sure it’s about her match.

Kensaku Rodell: Right, right. Mayumi Tanahashi, are you nervous about going one on One with La Silencia? I mean your brother faked a knee injury and pawned this off on you. Knowing that he’s terrified of her, you obviously have to be worried.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Are you an idiot? The doctors wouldn’t let him wrestle. Simple as that. As far as being nervous, no I’m not. I’m excited to show everyone what I can do out there tonight. I have a pretty good singles record here and tonight I can make it better. La Silencia is tough and she’s got some nasty moves, but she doesn’t have the training I received. She doesn’t have a family history on her shoulders. I watched matches and she’s yet another dirty fighter. Another little hurdle to overcome, but it’s okay. Like so many other people, she is underestimating me and that will bite her in the but. Tonight, I am going to fly high and I want all of the fans to… FLY WITH MEEEE!

Mayumi does her signature pose and smiles, then the feed suddenly cuts to static and black.

Match #3/Singles Match

La Silencia v. Minoru Tanahashi

Mayumi and Silencia went for a lock-up, but Mayumi ducked under, hit the ropes, and surprised La Silencia with a quick dropkick. Mayumi stayed on the attack with an enziguri that managed to rock the queen of the streets. Mayumi hits a quick tilt a whirl headscissors sending La Silencia into the corner and allowing her to follow with a quick tornado DDT for a 2 count. Mayumi pulled Silencia up and went to whip her into the corner, but Silencia countered it, sent Mayumi forward, and took her down with a flying clothesline. Silencia slowed things down a little with a quick scoop slam and a knee drop. Silencia covered for a two, then allowed Mayumi up so she could deliver a few quick snapping jabs and an inverted atomic drop, which was quickly followed by a swinging neckbreaker and another two count. La Silencia takes a few steps back and paces then sets in waits for Mayumi. When the Sky Child gets to her feet, La Silencia charges in with a spear, Mayumi jumps up at the last second and lands an insane Code Red right into the pin

TWO…

THR - KICK OUT!

La Silencia is quick to roll away as she kicks out, getting shocked by the Joshi wizard. Mayumi looks at Ashley Campbell and holds up two fingers. Ashley shrugs and nods yes. Mayumi shrugs smiles and gives a friendly wave before she suddenly catches a knee to the face. La Silencia takes Mayumi’s waving hand and quickly makes it her No Toque hand. Mayumi cries out in pain as it looks like at least one of her fingers is broken, likely more. Mayumi backs into the corner and ducks under the ropes. Ashley Campbell steps between La Silencia and Mayumi as Mayumi looks at her brother and says “Tape Oru! Now!” Mayumi forces her fingers back in place just enough to wrap a massive piece of tape around her fingers, hand, and half her forearm. La Silencia backed up slightly, allowed Mayumi to get up, and even absorbed a chop as Mayumi desperately showed her fighting spirit, her hand burning after the single chop. La SIlencia didn’t allow another chop, instead, she delivered an absolutely vicious jumping headbutt and then gave Mayumi her Corona de Hormigón. La Silencia quickly made the cover

TWO…

THRE - FOOT ON THE ROPE!

La Silencia looked up at Ashley Campbell in shock, but she showed her Mayumi’s kick pad was dangling off the bottom rope. La Silencia seemed almost happy about the surprise kick out and pulled Mayumi to her feet. La Silencia hit a quick single knee facebreaker and got a 2 count. La Silencia stepped back and this time when Mayumi got to her feet, she was greeted by a single leg dropkick. La Silencia rolled through, looked down at Mayumi, and slowly pulled her to her feet, spun her around, and set her up for the Agarre de la Reina. La Silencia was bout to drop down into the body scissors, but Mayumi pushed off, rolled through, and dropped down into a quick 2 count. Mayumi rolled off, hit the ropes, and delivered a basement dropkick to La Silencia before she got to her feet. La Silencia was stunned for a second and Mayumi went to the ropes, leaping off and catching La Silencia with the Kawaii Kutter right as she was getting back up, allowing Mayumi to spike her down. Mayumi quickly made the cover

TWO…

THRE - KICK OUT!

Mayumi looked up in a slight bit of shock, held up her taped hand, realized, and just laughed a little when the light went out. Green and red lights began flashing, then suddenly the lights were back on and La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil, Lady Death, and Santa Muerta were standing on the ramp. Mayumi turned to look at them but Minoru told her to focus on the match and he ran right at them with a double clothesline. Santa Muerte ducked but then turned into a wild Kabukicho Nights. Minoru stumbled off and Lady Death quickly took him out with a chop block and a quick DDT. Mayumi doesn’t have long to stand in shock as she’s spun around and sentenced to Silencio Sangriento. La Silencia covers and hooks both legs

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Your winner as a result of a pin fall…LA SILENCIA!

Andrew Payne: Oh come on now. What business did they have out here? You can’t blame La Silencia for taking advantage of a distracted opponent, but you hate to see that kind of end.

Miranda Augustino: Are you kidding me, both the terrible Tanashi Twins getting bitch slapped isn’t the best thing ever? Mayumi could probably still get it, but she’d have to ditch the loser brother and do what her hero Risa god damn Super Nova, Right Hand of The King, Jackson did. You know The House would make great use of her talents.

Andrew Payne: No recruitment ads at the announce desk Miranda. The problem is that La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil are targeting these two for some unknown reason.

La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil stops stomping on Minoru Tanahasha as La Silencia passes them by and Mayumi slowly starts to get to her feet. Mayumi climbs towards the ropes and as she pulls herself onto the bottom rope, Santa Muerta hits a running jumping knee strike, follows through, and hops up onto the ring apron as Lady Death hauls Minoru up and they deliver a Scrificio a Los dioses on the floor. The Tanahashi Twins are left laying as the red and green lights begin flashing slowly, then faster and faster and faster, until strobing, and everything goes black. The lights return and both Tanahashi Twins are laid out in the middle of the ring.

Result: Via Pinfall

Backstage, we see La Siervientas walking down the hallway as Amy Connors comes walking up to the two of them and they stop and just look at her with a sadistic and quizzical look on their faces.

Amy Connors: Can I just get a few words from you two? Why have you two been targeting Minoru and Mayumi Tanahashi? What have they done to bring this on themselves?

The two of them look at each other and they both nod as they grab Amy, Lady Death putting a hand over the woman’s mouth and Santa Muerta grins as La Profeta shows up behind them.

La Profeta: Enough questions, Amy. Time to see the underworld.

She snaps her fingers and the lights go out. When they come back on, all four have disappeared with just the microphone Amy was holding, laying on the ground.

Andrew Payne: Did they just kidnap Amy?!

Miranda Augustino: That is low even for the two of them. Poor girl must be frightened.
The wolves had separated themselves away from Legion, as she had given them their marching orders, Danae and Kassandra were warming up as Kassandra was in street clothes and Danae was in her ring gear. The cameraman subtly approached them, as Kassandra wasn’t watching. Danae put her leg down then stared at the cameraman, as Kassandra turned around.

Kassandra: Last week, we issued a challenge, which would bring the Valkyries to Trauma, to give us a chance to prove ourselves. Now this week, we’ve come across and there’s a triple threat match between my partner and best friend, Danae, Dylan Drake with his brother at ringside and Christina with Lily at ringside from the Valkyries. Here’s the thing, we issued the challenge to show both GMs that we are the team to beat, we are the team that is hungry and wanting to become the best.

then begins pushing the cameraman back as she looked him in the eyes. She had her shoulder touched by Danae to make her step back but she then smirked a bit as her eyes began to glow bright blue as she then closed her eyes stepping back calming herself.

Danae: See Dylan, Christina, you’re stepping into the ring with me. I haven’t been given a chance to prove myself to you, to the world, Legion saw the potential when she brought me into the hive, brought me and Kassandra in. Now I’ve got a purpose…

Kassandra then looked at the cameraman as she had her own thoughts on it. She waited till Danae finished then began to speak in her own right.

Kassandra: If you want to see the evidence of the carnage we can cause, then look what Danae and I did last week before we issued the challenge to the Valkyries. You Drakes won’t forget it anytime soon. Something bigger is coming, and yet were ready to go…

Kassandra turned around tossing her jacket over to Danae as the two of them began walking away. Danae turned around quickly as the jacket hung loosely over her shoulders.

Danae: Protect, Sever, Destroy, repeat… That is what I will do until we get what we want…

The scene fades out as the cameraman moves on with the two women walking towards the ramp.
The scene comes up in the backstage area with Dylan and Torian Drake sit at a table playing cards together.

Torian Drake: This one is yours bro.

Dylan Drake: Alright, this is how it goes down. We've been getting kicked down pretty often and well it's been bad for business here. But we aren't out of it yet. We've been watching and waiting and even after losing to the Wolves last week, we understand where we went wrong now.

Dylan and Torian both toss a few coins in the pot.

Dylan Drake: To put it mildly, both the Wolves and the Valkyries hung us both by our nuts, but not without a fight. So we've just been training harder and harder. Training and watching and learning and we're ready. Or, rather, now I am.

Dylan pushes a stack of coins in.

Dylan Drake: Christina is as passionate as the fire she espouses and Danae has a true fighting spirit. That's admirable, but… I am so much more than all of that. Not because I'm a man, but because I've been someone who fights all his life. Fighting for making things better, fighting to help everyone I can. I never fight for my own gain, I fight because I must. And tonight, when I go into that ring ladies...

Torian smiles and places his cards on the table. A straight, King high. Dylan smirks as he lays down four of a kind in Aces.

Dylan Drake: ... there is nothing personal. It will just be business. With one heart.

Dylan smiles and flexes a bit before the brothers put their fists together. The camera zooms in on that before the scene fades out.

Match #4/Special Triple Threat Crossover Match

Christina Olson v. Danae v. Dylan Drake

As soon as the bell rang, the three began circling the mat, looking for the best possible point to start at. Christina Olson took a moment to look back and down at Kassandra at ring side and warn her not to butt her nose in with some rather colorful language. Kassandra got up on the apron to shoot back and this prompted Lilith Meadows to circle around the ring and yank her down to the floor. This got Danae’s attention, who started yelling at Lilith. Torian Drake called into the ring, telling his brother Dylan to not let any of the mixup get to him and to just focus on the match. While Danae yelled down to the ringside floor in support of Kassandra starting a shoving match with Lilith, Christina seized the opportunity and threw herself into Danae, knocking her into the corner where she started to wail away with forearms to the jaw and kicks to the midsection. The Firestarter grabbed her by the arm and went for an Irish whip but Danae used her power to reverse it and whip Christina across instead. As one of the Wolves of Legion started charging in, however, Dylan Drake caught her by the arm and whipped her right back into the corner that Christina had initially forced her into. After some quick though, he motioned for Christina to come out of the corner and dropped onto all fours, clearly indicating he was letting the high flying redhead used him as a springboard. Christina measured up, charged across the ring...and Basement Dropkicked Dylan Drake right in the side of the head, sending him out of the ring, grabbing at his face!

Danae exploded out of the corner, catching Christina Olson with a Big Boot. As Christina started getting up to her feet, the 6’0 Wolves of Legion member started letting loose with the stiff kicks to the legs and body. Christina started firing back with kicks of her own and it became a literal Kick Off, back and forth before Danae caught her by the leg, trapping it for an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex down into the mat. She floated over, holding down Olson for the pin but only got a two count when Dylan Drake made it back up to his feet and yanked her out of the ring by the boot. Danae swung for a right hand, Dylan blocked and clobbered her with one of his own before grabbing her by the hair and used his brute power to throw her into the barricade before sliding back into the ring. Christina was back up on her feet again, ready and waiting as Dylan got to his feet as she sprang off of the ropes. She landed on his shoulders going for a hurricanrana but The Motivator powered her back up, looking for a Powerbomb but as he started hoisting her up, Christina slipped free, dropped and caught Dylan around the head for a DDT, BUT...he managed to keep his feet braced and hoisted Christina back up into the air, falling back to deliver a Vertical Suplex to ½ of the Reigning Tag Team Champions! He went for the cover on Christina but the Firestarter kicked out right before 3!!

Dylan cursed a bit in minor frustration but he kept his eyes on the ball and got to his feet. He pulled Christina up to her feet and whipped her into the ropes where he popped her up into the air and held her up with a Gorilla Press!!! Looked like he was going for The Long Fall but Christina wriggled off of his hands and landed on the mat behind him. She immediately hit the ropes and, as Dylan turned around, Christina had jumped over onto the apron and came springing back in for her signature Springboard Forearm Smash! Dylan didn’t go down but he staggered back across the ring and he wound up leaning between the top and middle ropes where Kassandra smashed him right in the top of the head with a trash can lid. Dylan fell back and hit the mat, dazed and Christina dashed across the ring to hit a Tope Suicida into Kassandra, sending her into the barricade. She was quick to get back to her feet, however, and scaled the apron then the top turnbuckle, calling for the finish. Christina leaped off of the ropes, flipping through the air and nailed Dylan with FIRE STARTER!! Christina got the cover!! 1...2...NO! Danae made it back into the ring and broke it up with a double axe handle!! While Christina tried to get up, Danae beat her to it and hit a German Suplex, causing Christina to bounce off the mat and through the ropes, to the floor. She went for a cover on Dylan Drake now, herself, but Dylan had recovered enough to kick out before the referee could even drop down.

Danae got to her feet and beat a fist against her chest. She grabbed Dylan and went to showcase her strength to lift the big man up for Titan Slam but Dylan slipped free and landed behind her. Danae turned and Dylan just clocked her with a headbutt, staggering her before he threw an arm around her neck and lifted her up, showing his own power as he turned in a slow circle. Dylan yelled to the crowd before driving Danae down with TAKE 5!! Now Dylan went for the cover on Danae!!! 1...2...3?! YES!! 3!!!!

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall!!! DYLAN...DRAKE!!!!

Andrew Payne: And that’s a show of pure power there if I’ve ever seen one, Miranda!!

Miranda Augustino: I’ll say!!! That was a bonafide fucking wrestling clinic, Andy!! Can you imagine when the other half of these teams get in the ring in just a few days?!

Andrew Payne: It’ll be Lilith Meadows, Kassandra and Torian Drake in another triple threat match on Collision as NFW joins UGWC’s WrestleStock, everybody!!

Miranda Augustino: I wish we could call that one too but hey, we gon’ be there!!!

Result: Pinfall

The previous match had just ended as the screen began to turn to static. As the screen is able to refocus we come to a black room with a lone figure standing within the room. The cameraman slowly begins to approach the person, as they have not moved since he arrived. The cameraman comes around the person standing there as she keeps her head down, letting her blonde hair fall. She used her gloved hand to hold what looked like a fireball, as she petted it looking up at the cameraman.

Legion: There is truth to the consequences, and we are no stranger to them. We have been resting, while we watch our beast, our wolves go out and become their own entity. Then we allow fake pretenders to forget who we are. Who we were, but that goes without saying… Now its time to show that false kings and false queens rule the land, while we remained imprisoned. It is our time, it is time to let the slayer loose who has brought us that sweet victory over and over again…

She then takes a step back into the shadows as the two things remaining to be seen are just the flame in her hand, and the red of her eyes. He follows her into the shadows but as he does he is cast back into the light, while two wolves walk up. They snarled at him as Legion snapped her fingers, getting them to back off. She then cackled as she continued to look into the camera, watching the glowing eyes of her wolves disappear into the darkness. Legion then looks over stroking the flame she still had in her hand, bright red in nature. It matched her eye color.

Legion: Demon King, Demon King, come to play, but he will learn of a fraction of our power. It’s funny we’re criticized by many people for being different, for being ourselves. When they step to us, and see that the game is not what they think it is, but for those who are curious.

Legion lifts up her hand with the flame in it. She slams it into the ground, as the fire spreads around her. Revealing the hidden secret that had been lingering in the shadows that they were indeed in the fire realm, that was what the cameraman smelled when he had entered the room but he could not place his finger on it. Legion walks over to him, placing two gold coins in his hand.

Legion: The Slayer, the Fire Demon is awakened and she will not be stopped by mere threats of destruction. She will reign… Give those to the Demon King, he will need passage soon enough.

Legion cackles as the door appears behind the cameraman, as it opens it back into the arena dropping him on the floor with the two gold coins in his hand as the scene faded to the next segment.
Foreboding music plays over a black screen. The sound of low breathing can be heard in the darkness; not long before the voice of a woman speaks up.

Voice: Have you ever been to hell, Little Star?

Pause. The blackness remains as the voiceover continues a moment later.

Voice: True Hell. It’s easy to simply say your life might be Hell...that you’re going to make someone’s life Hell…. But have you ever...truly...been there…?

The tranquil nothingness is suddenly shattered by jarring images of alumni roster members of NFW. The faces of Rick Dickulous and Julian Morrison are seen covered in thick blood with looks of pure, screaming agony on their expressions. It’s very brief before the startling images disappear and the screen returns to blackness.

Voice: It’s okay to tell the truth. You thought your life before now was Hell.

Again, the void vanishes, this time in flashes of Super Tiger in her mask; posing in the ring, soaking in the adoration from the fans. Then, once more, blackness.

Voice: I know how it feels to cry out for help when no one listens. It does things to us….

The peaceful emptiness is, again, interrupted by flashes of RIsa Jackson, now unmasked as SuperNova. Her cheerful smile, replaced by a hateful scowl. With it, however, are also flashes of a face fans haven’t seen in even longer; strands of black hair with hints of red, solid white eyes, and smeared, running white and black faint paint. The face becomes distorted, stretched, as the woman’s head looks around in jerky, glitchy movements. Again, return to blackness.

Voice: But you don’t know true Hell, Little Star. Not yet. Not like I’m going to show you.

The dark silence is torn away again by the sound of a screaming, horrified crowd and flashes of a familiar structure only ever seen in NFW. Steel chain link walls, interwoven with barbed wire. An entire ring mat covered in thumbtacks.

Voice: I’m going to show you Hell. I’m going to show you pain beyond your imagination.

Before another grisly image is flashes across the screen, our ears are greeted by archive audio--

Nick Hanson: Nonononono, NOT THIS!!

-before the familiar visage of a bloody, mangled Rick Dickulous takes a running start and drives his knee into the head of Doomsday, slamming his head against the middle turnbuckle which explodes!

Voice: I’m willing to go straight to Hell myself, Little Star...but I’m gonna drag you with me….

Throughout the final moments of the voiceover, Adrianna Salvatore’s face materializes in the inky blackness. Her lips curled in an unnerving smirk.

Voice: Then...I’m going to drag you deeper...until you’re completely snuffed out….

All ambient noise suddenly stops and the blackness is completely silent before a final line is spoken in a whisper.

Voice: All stars...die….

The crowd erupts into a chorus of boos and hatred as “Head like a Hole” by Nine Inch Nails kicks up and fills the arena. A red spotlight hits the top of the ramp to find The Undisputed Champion Anton Crowley standing there with Tia Santos and SuperNova. He is wearing his ring and entrance gear, the Undisputed title slung over his left shoulder. He saunters slowly down to the ring followed closely by Tia and Nova as the crowd tries to drown out his entrance music.

He climbs the ring steps and then steps through the ropes. He holds them open for Tia and Nova opts to jump over the top of them. He turns a full circle in the ring before standing in the center. The lights raise slowly back to normal as his music fades. He smirks arrogantly out at the crowd and camera. Tia hands Anton a mic and takes the title from him to hold.

Anton Crowley: I had hoped I would only need to send my message once. I thought dismantling someone you all cared for would be enough. Sweet River Chance, friend to all. I thought taking her down would show you what I meant.

Anton shakes his head.

Anton Crowley: Fine, you did not want to listen to my last message? Then I shall send a better one. I shall give everyone of you a glimpse of what is to come in the Guardians of the Pyramid match. I know no one particularly enjoys Legion’s presence here on Trauma. I know I do not. So I will do everyone a favor while sending this message. Come, Legion. Pretender and charlatan. Come face you King, your Doom.

Anton tosses the mic away and pulls off his coat. He watches as Tia and Nova exit the ring and stand next to the commentary table. As they do Legion’s music hits and they head to the ring.

Match #5/Non-Title Singles Match

Legion v. Anton Crowley

Referee Leone entered the ring a few moments before Legion did. He checked with both parties and then called for the bell. The moment he did Trauma’s Demon King sprung into action. He dashed across the ring and caught The Queenslayer square on the jaw with “Ad Stellam Matutinam,” his knee strike. That one action shut down any hopes Legion had to add Kingslayer to her list of titles. Lord Crowley stood up and smugly smirked down at the crumpled woman.

The Undisputed Champion strutted around the ring as the ref checked on Legion. The Ice Queen started to stir and Anton shook his head. The Head of House Crowley stormed over to Legion, shoving the ref out of the way. He wrapped his arms around her waist and picked her up off the mat and slung her over his shoulder and fell back hitting “The Fall.” The Demon King stood up shaking his head. Referee Antonio Leone forced Anton away from Legion before going to check on her again. Anton looked over at Tia and nodded. She leaned down to make sure her voice was picked up by Miranda’s microphone.

Tia Santos: Sea testigo del mensaje del Rey. ¡Mira su ira! ¡Mira que se haga su voluntad!

In the ring Lord Crowley turned back to Legion. All mirth and emotion gone from his face. His lips curl into a snarl as he moves back over to Legion. Once again he moves the ref out of his way before dropping to the mat. He locks in “In ostium inferos,” His version of the Kimura lock. Legion fights for a few moments before she is aware of her situation. She then vigorously taps out. Referee Leone calls for the bell.

Result: Submission

After the bell has rung and Anton announced as the winner, Tia and Nova leaves the commentary area and slide into the ring. They shove the ref out and then start laying boots to Legion. Anton, meanwhile, still has Legions arm pulled back in his submission. The video screen comes to life showing the Hive’s locker room door. It is barred and trying to be forced open. Faust is seen just walking away from the scene.

After a few moments the door practically splinters as Mister J and the Wolves of Legion rush towards the ring. They burst through the entrance way as Tia and Nova both pull Anton off of Legion. The three members of House Crowley retreat, as Legion’s allies hit the ring.

Anton moves around the ring with Tia and Nova. The trio walk up the ramp backwards, Anton holding the Undisputed Title high.

Miranda Augustino: Papi sending a major message tonight. I hope the putos in the back were paying attention!

Andrew Payne: That was unnecessary Miranda! Legion didn’t deserve that, no matter your feelings about her.

Miranda Augustino: Papi needs his subjects to listen. He will send what messages he needs.

Andrew Payne: Lets go to something else while the medical staff check on Legion.
We get a brief snippet of the Cable 10 logo, as a disembodied voice announces the next segment.


The camera would then blip to static, before focusing on Brea Lombardi sitting in the basement of her home on a ratty old couch as your IJWF Heritage Champion would pose briefly with her own stratocaster, as a garage band would be in the background playing some very biddily guitar licks and thundering drumbeat to set her in while she played a brief solo

Brea Lombardi: "It's Brea's World! Brea's World! Rule some ass! Every day!"

She plays a little bit, before placing her guitar on her lap, as she spoke to the camera.

Brea Lombardi: "Ladies and gentlemen, coming to you from the Heavy Metal capital of the world, Aurora, Illinois, it's the first official episode of Brea's World! And tonight, I have a pair of special guests with me, play them in, boys!

The garage band Brea had brought on would play briefly, as Marco and Diamond would come down the stairs to her basement.

Marco Valentine: “Man this is a hella cool set up, real old school I dig it.”

Diamond Steele “This stage is okay… I mean it’s nothing that I see at Rose Productions but this is okay. Although the music WOULD be better if my Gem Stones were on this show.”

The house band would throw an apple core at the back of Diamond's head, as Brea laughed a bit while seated on her couch.

Brea Lombardi: "Hey, they might not be professionals, but, we all start somewhere, right? Egos away, and sit down, Waldo. We got us a show to do."

She said, patting the seats and asking the first question.

Brea Lombardi: "So! Apparently, you both have been having a bit of an argument between you. Why don't you tell the fine people at home what's been going on?"

Marco Valentine: ”Well as you know babe I did my first ever Love pad last week with my bro Matt Robinson and I don't know maybe someone was still sour losing to me the week before, no shame in losing to me babe ya won't be the last ya know. Still not cool what you did”

Diamond rolls her eyes as she looks back at the both of them.

Diamond Steele “To be honest what’s happening doesn’t matter. The sooner this is over, the sooner I can go back to actually putting on concerts, making money and doing what I do best.”

Marco Valentine: ”Why so negative babe, you need to chill. Just because you lost one of the quickest matches in Trauma history.”

Diamond Steele ”Do you ever shut up?! Or do you enjoy talking out of your ass continuously over and over again.”

Marco Valentine: ”Babe if my ass talked it would be words of wisdom I have a fine ass, and you where the one who started this whole thing when you attacked me out of nowhere.”

As the bedlam unfolded, Brea would nonchalantly reach behind the couch to get a bag of chips, as she ate some and nodded along while they were fighting.

Brea Lombardi: "It's alright. But go on, this is good therapy."

Marco Valentine: ”Hey chips, do share”

Diamond Steele “And what do you think is so funny… You can get beat up as well!

She passed the chips over to Marco, before paying her attention over to Diamond.

Brea Lombardi: "Always Sunny is funny. But, I take my fights dead serious. And it sounds like you're looking for one. You think you're a real Rockstar, and I bet you couldn't even name Metallica's guitarist without Google, you turbo virgin."

Marco Valentine: ”Kirk Hammet, I know that one, personally I prefer Steel Panther, those guys know how to party and they rock as hard as I do in the ring babes. Also Brea I gotta apologize for Diamonds negativity its truly bringing me down.

Diamond seems disgusted.

Diamond Steele ”Well your first mistake is I represent pop punk. You think I give a shit about Metal… Second why am I even here?! If you don’t mind I have things to do and people to see… So I rather be on my way…”

Marco Valentine: “Could have just said you're not metal, pop punk is for 12 year old girl's dog earring a magazine about one direction and I got to ask are you high? You're here to do an interview even I know that”

Brea Lombardi: "Yeah! And if you don't like it, there's the door, and don't let it hit your flat butt on the way out!"

She said, getting annoyed with being insulted in her own home.

Marco Valentine: ”Yeah you haven't wanted to be here since the start, maybe stick with your fake punk and leave the ring work to the pros, just take your non-existent ass out the door because you know very few can rock as hard as me.”

Diamond Steele ”Whatever, I am out of here…”

Diamond just walks away as she seems very disinterested.

Marco Valentine: “So rude, sorry again for her Brea, clearly doesn't know what metal is all about being a poser, I for one was having fun.”

Brea Lombardi: "So, I see why you both are fighting so much. Tried to have you both speak cordially… and to be fair, you were egging her on a bit, too. But, I guess the only way this is gonna be settled is in the ring."

She said, nodding a bit as she spoke to Marco.

Marco Valentine: ”Yeah I know but she ruined my first NFW Love pad by crashing the party, I apologize to you for inadvertently doing the same thing here babe”

Brea Lombardi: "Eh, I've seen worse. Least my shows turned out a little better than yours."

She said with a bit of a playful chuckle, as she pats his shoulder, before speaking out.

Brea Lombardi: "And it looks like that's all the time I have today, that's our show! Thank you, fuck you, buy… our merch that is."

She said, as Brea waved to the camera, as the scene faded out and was interrupted by static, before going back to Trauma's regular programming.
The scene comes up backstage once more with Cali-Kate standing alone with the Perseverance title. She is standing on a slight incline, making her higher than the scene around her.

Cali-Kate: Once again, I stand at the pinnacle of everything I see. I hold the title that everyone wants now. I am the one that everyone seeks to challenge. But I am also the hardest fucking challenge you will ever get. Allow me to explain to my opponents exactly why none of them are winning this time as with every other fucking successful defense of my title.

Kate smiles at Tia who giggles a bit and Kate hefts the title.

Cali-Kate: Lana, let's not pretend that you are here for any reason other than pure fucking luck. You got here on some goddamn technicalities in the decisions of your matches and whims of people in authority, no more, no less. You're no better than anyone else who has fallen before me. Steele, I understand you the most and I think you can return that sentiment. We are of the same mind: we will do whatever it fucking takes to find a way to win because in the end that's all that matters with this title. Jenn, you're good elsewhere, but that's elsewhere. This is NFW and this is my Perseverance title and your ass is not going to get closer to it than you are right now. And Griffin, because of my respect for you I'm going to give you one fucking chance: walk away and no one will blame you. This is one fight you don't want, not anymore.

Kate straightens herself and holds up the Perseverance title.

Cali-Kate: Climb the mountain if you think you can, but if you manage to get here I will knock you all back down. Think I can't? Watch me.

Kate sneers at the camera as she holds the Perseverance title close to her face before the scene fades out.

Main Event/Triple Threat

Kasey Kash v. FM Young v. Azurine Vebbins

The bell sounds and immediately, the three of them stare each other down and they all show signs of respect. But once the pleasantries are over, FM delivers a kick to the gut of Kasey and tosses him out of the ring before turning her focus onto Azurine who hits FM with a jumping knee strike that staggers her back into the ropes. FM comes off the ropes and right into a palm strike by Azurine who then grabs FM and delivers a release German Suplex. FM rolls out of the ring before Azurine can go for a cover, but as Azurine turns around, she runs into a standing dropkick by Kasey who picks her up and delivers a standing C4 on her and goes for the cover, only to get a two count. Kasey climbs to the top rope as Azurine gets back to her feet and he leaps and delivers a flying crossbody, but as he picks Azurine up, FM is back in and delivers a cutter on Kasey and goes for a cover, only to get a two count. She then goes to cover Azurine who kicks out at two as well.

FM kicks Kasey back out of the ring and puts her focus on Azurine. She picks Azurine up off the mat and sends her into the corner. FM charges in and delivers a corner splash before bringing the woman out and delivering a Tiger Suplex. She picks Azurine up again and this time, she delivers Man-Machine Interface and goes for the cover, but Kasey delivers a 450 splash on FM to break up the pin. Kasey picks FM up and delivers a ripcord bicycle knee to her and goes for a cover himself, but FM gets the shoulder up at two. As Kasey is getting to his feet, Azurine is up and she delivers Pearly Gatekeeper on Kasey, but before she can go for the cover, FM grabs her and delivers Heart of the Phoenix and hooks the leg and gets the three count.

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner and entering last into the Guardian’s of the Pyramid Match, FM Young!

Andrew Payne: Well, this right here has to make FM the odds on favorite to win the whole match.

Miranda Augustino: But Papi ain’t gonna go down easy. He’s gonna climb from the bottom all the way up and retain. I just know it.