NFW Trauma #49! 10/23/2021!

Miranda Augustino: Oye, bitches! Como estas?! It’s ya favorite girl here, ready to call Trauma in Kyoto! Wanna introduce my new broadcast compadre, Seth! Say whattup to the people, Seth!

Seth Ernst: Hello and welcome, everybody! Seth Ernst here, and we’re ready to bring you the first Trauma of the NFW Wrestle War tour in Japan! This should be exciting, I’m pretty pumped!

Miranda Augustino: This action’s gonna be fucking lit, man! Looks like we got the boss lady in the ring to greet the crowd, first! Let’s take it to the ring with our General Manager, Isabella Santiago!

As Trauma opens up, we’re inside the ring where we see Isabella Santiago standing in the middle with a microphone in her hand. The crowd is chanting “NFW” as the camera pans in on her and she brings the microphone to her mouth.

Isabella Santiago: Kyoto, welcome to Saturday Night Trauma! I’m so honored to be in this amazing new venue, named after two of the very best Japan had to offer to this business. I’m even more honored to have their daughter, right here on the blue brand!

Crowd: Super Tiger! Super Tiger! Super Tiger!

Isabella grins and nods her head as the crowd chants and then begins to die down.

Isabella Santiago: But everyone that has ever watched Trauma knows that I like to bring new ideas and new types of matches to the table, like the Guardians of the Pyramid! And this year, at WrestleWar from the Tokyo Dome, I have another amazing match for everyone to witness where the winner will receive a future shot at the United States Championship!

The crowd pops for Isabella as she can’t help but smile widely at the reception.

Isabella Santiago: In this match, we’ll have sixteen competitors from the Trauma brand competing in an eight vs eight tag team match. Now, unlike a traditional tag team match, not only will lucha rules apply for tags, but we will have two captains, one for each team who will pick their teammates. Now, once the teams are picked, these two captains will have to specify a lineup of their stars, like a baseball lineup and the teams must adhere to that in terms of making tags. So, whoever the leadoff members of the teams are, they can only make a tag to the person who is second in the lineup and only the next person up can be on the apron while the rest are on the floor. It will be elimination style and when we reach the final two, it doesn’t matter if they are on the same team or not, we will go into sudden death and the winner of the next fall will be declared the winner and receive that US Title shot. Over the next two weeks, I will determine the two captains with two singles matches involving people I feel deserve this opportunity.

The crowd cheers some more as Isabella smiles and nods out at the crowd and bows towards them.

Isabella Santiago: But you people didn’t come here for me, you came for all the talented men and women in the back. So, let’s get the action started, shall we?!

The crowd cheers as we fade out into the intro video.

Vanita Thompson vs Jimmy Bones

Vanita Thompson is clearly eager for her return match in NFW as she charges Jimmy Bones with a clothesline as soon as the bell rings. A spinning wheel kick follows the clothesline, then a quick neckbreaker and a cover for a 1 count. Vanita shows off some power with a release German suplex, then she kips up, hits the ropes, and wipes Jimmy Bones out with Entropy. The Shadow Sorceress is looking to end this one early as she covers


Bones is nothing if not tough and he shows it again right there. Bones rolls to the ropes, and then under, taking a little breather on the apron. Vanita comes over and tries to pull him back inside, but he catches her with a kick that sends her stumbling. Jimmy gets up and hits a big springboard crossbody, rolls off, hits the ropes, and comes back with a big dropkick. Jimmy hits the ropes again and delivers a big hurricanrana. Bones covers and gets a 2 count, but that’s all he’s getting as his suplex attempt is countered. Vanita hits one of her own, then delivers a reverse neckbreaker before finishing things off with a bit of Divine Intervention. Vanita makes the cover and hooks the leg


Umi Toriyama: Pinfōru no kekka to shite no anata no shōsha... VANITA THOMPSON!

Seth Ernst: Vanita Thompson with the impressive win here tonight. Jimmy Bones doesn’t make it easy on his opponents like some of the other guys, and she made pretty quick work of him here tonight.

Miranda Augustino: And looked hot doing it. The time away was very good to her. Tonight she looked great, but I want to see what she does against someone like Jenn Drew, Faye Brown, Brea Lombardi, La Silencia, Katie Baby, wrestlers like that.

Seth Ernst: I am sure we will be seeing much more from Vanita Thompson both on this tour and in the future.

Result: Pinfall

The ring has cleared after the opening match of the night when the arena lights go out. The beating of drums and a cheering crowd fill the arena as the intro to “Antichrist Superstar” by Marilyn Manson continues to play. A red light fills the arena revealing the full might of House Crowley has come out tonight. The five members all slowly walk to the ring. Faust leading the way followed by Anton. Directly to his right is Kate, Tia is to his left, and next to Kate is SuperNova.

The group gets to ringside and slowly circles the ring once. They all climb the steps and Faust sits on the middle rope to allow the others in. He then stands and steps through them himself. As the others group together in the center of the ring Faust receives a mic from a ring crew member.

Faust: The fourth annual Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament has come and gone. And the entirety of it has been a farce and a disgrace.

The crowd loudly shows their hatred towards Faust and House Crowley at that statement.

Faust: It was a farce. Neither Ms. Myrrh nor Ms. Salvatore should have gotten a point. They both should have gotten nothing. They did not do that because they all know that Lord Crowley would be the one in the finals and either way that match would have gone, House Crowley would be taking the Undisputed Title back at Wrestle War. But they couldn’t have that, could they?

Faust pauses for effect.

Faust: Of course not. They threw everything they had at Lord Crowley and they were just barely able to take the title off of him. They couldn’t have a fresh, one hundred percent Lord Crowley going into Wrestle War and taking his title back from the thief. They couldn’t have Lady Crowley going to Wrestle War to reclaim the title for House Crowley from the thief. So they had to give Ms. Salvatore a free point to ensure she goes onto the finals. Anything to keep House Crowley away from the Undisputed title. You can not do that for long. Eventually, you will have to cave.

Risa takes the mic, the Burning Blade of House Crowley clearly seething.

SuperNova: That entire tournament was a fucking joke, Faust. Let's just be honest.

Risa reaches out, and Kate is handed the mic and the crowd's jeers become more apparent. Kate lowers the mic to yell at them to shut up, but as she brings the mic back to her mouth, Anton swipes the mic from her and takes a deep breath. He slowly lets it out before speaking.

Anton Crowley: You all can say I have cheated and done every underhanded trick I could to keep what is rightfully mine. But those are the words of the jealous. Those are hooks and snares set to catch and hinder those who are better and successful. I have used every single resource to get where I am. To be who I am. The greatest Undisputed Champion in NFW history. And now, I use every resource to get what is mine.

Anton pauses and grins wickedly.

Anton Crowley: There is a little known, and mostly overlooked rule in the Tournament. If the winner only lost to one person, that person could challenge them for their title shot. Looking at your record at the tournament you only lost one match.

Pause.

Anton Crowley: To me.

Another pause.

Anton Crowley: So I hereby invoke my right to challenge Adrianna Salvatore for her Undisputed Title Shot at Wrestle War. What do you say to that, Adrianna? Are you prepared to let the family down? To follow in your father and brother’s footsteps to failure? Are you...

Before Anton can get another word out, the PA system comes to life with Bury Tomorrow’s “No Less Violent.” The Kyoto audience pops as the lights begin flickering and Adrianna Salvatore comes out of the tunnel to a thunderous reception. She’s wearing ripped jeans, her riding boots, and a sleeveless shirt from her merch line. Clutched in one hand is the prized VBMT 4 briefcase. Adrianna pauses on the ramp and looks around at the fans before approaching the ring. Adrianna reaches the ring, pulls herself up onto the apron, and gets right into the ring. The first thing she does is walk right up to Anton, getting nose to nose with him. Anton smiles and motions for the rest of House Crowley to stay put. The music fades out and Adrianna slowly steps back. She moves to a corner and tucks her briefcase away before stepping right back to the center of the ring...and snatches the microphone out of Anton’s hand! There’s a murmur from the crowd as Adrianna turns and paces a bit before turning back to the entire House to speak.

Adrianna Salvatore: Don’t move.

She says, reaching out to point to Faust who appears to be stepping away; perhaps to retrieve a second microphone or who knows what? Adrianna rolls her neck around, rolls one shoulder, and paces back and forth slowly.

Adrianna Salvatore: I’m sitting in the back, trying to think about this little speech I have to give, tonight, and all I’m hearing out here from your ilk, Anton, is a bunch of bitching...moaning...complaining...mixed with a load of excuses...excuses...

As she finishes that old adage, she looks directly at Risa Saito-Jackson and accentuates the last word.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...excuses!

There’s a low buzz from the Kyoto audience. Seems like not everyone in the crowd agrees with how Adrianna’s speaking to their hometown performer. She just grins, however, and steps back to give Risa back her personal space before looking directly at Faust.

Adrianna Salvatore: I’ll say this much: for an advisor to a King, you act like you didn’t do your research on the tournament if you don’t understand how the point system works. Been the same ever since its inception… and funny thing for someone who touted how proud they were to win last year’s tournament, only to turn around and bad-mouth it when you obviously couldn’t get the job done again. No, Little Star. The only fucking joke here is you!

Adrianna aggressively jabs an index finger in Risa’s direction. She pauses, locking eyes with Kate for a moment but says nothing before turning to look right at Anton again. The winner of this year’s tournament stands right up to the Demon King. Her jaw visibly tightens, standing so close to perhaps her greatest career nemesis. The microphone slowly comes up in between them again and her bottom lip quivers with rage as she fights to keep a calm composure in light of his words before her arrival.

Adrianna Salvatore: As for you...

There’s an uncomfortable pause as Adrianna looks Anton over as if sizing the Demon King up again before adding, with much venom in her tone.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...”your grace”... I’m not gonna waste the time on going down memory lane. I said before, during the tournament, that you and I weren’t over. I said before, over and over and over again, that as long as I have breath in my body...as long as I’m able to stand on two feet...I’m gonna keep coming for you until you have nothing left. You want that?

Adrianna points back at the briefcase in the corner without taking her eyes off of Anton. She knows better than to look away from a cobra, let alone several. She points to the case then jabs that same index finger right into Anton’s chest.

Adrianna Salvatore: Molon...labe...

Adrianna steps back from Anton, flipping the microphone at him where it hits the floor. As Adrianna tenses, looking ready for what she feels is an inevitable move on her, given the numbers, Faust simply steps forward, leans down, and picks up the microphone, handing it back to his Lord. Anton takes the mic and chuckles lightly.

Anton Crowley: Adrianna, you do so love to run your mouth and have an attitude when you clearly shouldn’t be doing either. You can’t beat me one on one, yet here you are, standing tall as if you can come out of this situation in any way other than under the assistance of NFW’s medical staff. That, if I wanted to, I could do to you what I did to your brother. Make you the perfect twins again.

Anton smirks and looks directly at Adrianna’s shoulder.

Anton Crowley: Wouldn’t want to have your delicious little German treat become a permanent caretaker, would we? But don’t worry, I won’t take your shoulder and career from you.

A beat.

Anton Crowley: Tonight. But I will be coming for that case. You want to try and take what belongs to me away from the thief? Prove that you can beat me. Because you couldn’t do that in the tournament.

As Anton speaks, Adrianna’s face visibly warps from calm and collected, back to that deep, seething, underlying rage. The mention of her brother being a call back to Plymouth Rock Madness, 2019. The last time her brother, Nico, ever wrestled inside a ring, thanks to the man in front of her now. After a moment, Adrianna’s stance relaxes some as she realizes there’s not going to be a fight here and now. She doesn’t completely let her guard down, however, and instead, she takes a second mic from the time keeper. She checks it to make sure it’s on, looking back at the assembled squad before her again.

Adrianna Salvatore: You know, Crowley...you’re right. I do love running my mouth. I run it because I can back it up. I’ve proven that time and time again. Yeah, you beat me. Kudos to that. You know who else beat me in the tournament?

Pause.

Adrianna Salvatore: Nobody! Meanwhile, I count...

She lifts a hand and counts out her index and middle fingers, looking at them before looking to Anton again.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...two people...who beat you. Your little troll here...

She looks towards Faust again, then back to Anton.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...he calls it luck on their part. But luck never strikes for two people in the same scenario. See, Anton, I can read people just like you and you know what I see? Anger. You’re angry, you’re pissed off because you had to sit back on Day 17, hoping and praying that Jansen Myrrh could be your little angel from above...or demon from below...

She gives a half shrug.

Adrianna Salvatore: But the fact that she only had it in her to barely survive the onslaught must have stung like a bitch. So then you had one last saving grace left and that was her.

Adrianna says this and suddenly points right at Cali-Kate as a wicked grin crosses her face.

Adrianna Salvatore: You had to bet everything left that the Treacherous Queen would bring it all home to the House. That way, maybe reclaiming your spot might have been a little easier. Alas...here we are. Yeah, you have a chance still to reclaim what you think - I stress on that word, “think” - was stolen from you. You have a chance but you realize you have to go through me again, and let’s be real, because I can see it in your eyes, Demon King.

Adrianna dares to take a step closer.

Adrianna Salvatore: We went to hell and back in the tournament. We went to war. You knocked me down but you made the mistake of not ensuring I wouldn’t get back up and like that old adage says: “what doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger.” Right now, Crowley, I look in your eyes and behind that hellfire and rage, I see the thoughts. I see the inner turmoil. I see the hints of doubt. You’re wondering if you’ll be able to do it all over again. So, I say again...you want me? You want that contract? You want my fucking contract? Come...and...get it.

Adrianna drops the microphone at their feet once more and steps back, opening her arms out, almost inviting Anton. Whether it’s now or later, she’s ready. Anton smirks and shakes his head. He looks at Faust and Tia then over to Risa and Kate.

Anton Crowley: Thank you, Adrianna, for giving me an opportunity to show what happens to those that will not give me their loyalty.

Anton drops the mic as Faust starts to back away from the ensuing fight. Risa and Tia move to flank Adrianna. Anton and Kate keep their places but take postures to spring into action at any moment. A wicked grin creeps onto Anton’s face as he glances at Tia and Risa, catching each one’s eye. Those two fake a charge towards Adrianna before backing up. Kate takes a step forwards as well, which Adrianna focuses on more.

Anton however doesn’t move at all.

Seth Ernst: Wait, what? What’s…?

Miranda Augustino: They doing this or not--

Seth Ernst: Wait a second!

Miranda Augustino: WHOA!!!!!

Anton moves behind Kate and shoves her towards Adrianna. As he does Faust, Tia, and Risa all drop and roll out of the ring. Anton makes a quick exit as Adrianna, instinctively, drills Kate in the midsection with a hard boot. The rest of House Crowley gathers at the ramp, with Anton smirking at what is happening in the ring.

Anton Crowley: You have failed me for the last time, Kate. You are no longer wanted or needed.

As Kate drops to a knee, Adrianna reacts, looking up for the rest of House Crowley, only to see them on the outside. There’s a brief moment of confusion on the Walking Apocalypse’s face while a look of realization seems to gradually dawn on Kate’s. Within seconds, however, she’s grabbed by Adrianna and pulled up to her feet. Adrianna sets her up for a suplex hold and promptly delivers a snap Ground Zero, drilling Kate flat in the center of the ring. Adrianna rolls back up onto a knee to watch the House again. Saito Memorial Hall is going wild with shock and surprise. Adrianna slowly rises up to her feet, standing over Kate as she and Anton stare each other down between the stage and the ring.

Seth Ernst: Holy shit! What the fuck is going on, Miranda?!

Miranda Augustino: I...I...I don’t…!

We get a brief shot of the commentary table. Seth Ernst is sitting in his chair stunned, speechless. Miranda Augustino is on her feet, also speechless with her hands folded on top of her head. The show fades out to a commercial with the image of Adrianna still standing over the...now-former Queen of House Crowley.


As the show returns from a commercial break, Adrianna Salvatore remains in the center of the ring; microphone in hand, briefcase still tucked into a corner of the ring. The fans are still buzzing over the previous scene that just played out. Back from the commercial now, Cali-Kate and House Crowley have all left ringside, leaving only the winner of this year’s VBMT in the ring as she circles around with her trademark scowl on her face. There’s a mixed reaction to what just transpired but Adrianna lifts her mic up to her lips, never changing her demeanor.

Adrianna Salvatore: Let’s be real, no one here is surprised to see that happen.

Again, there’s a mixed swell of cheers and boos as Adrianna pushes her hair out of her face.

Adrianna Salvatore: Well...I was supposed to make some grand victory speech but seeing as how I just made all of my points...

Adrianna lets the mic fall and turns to go pick up her briefcase out of the corner so she can leave.

Clap. Clap. Clap. Clapclapclap...Over the audience hubbub and racket which seems to be dying down itself comes a slow starting round of applause. The camera pans over to find The Trauma Undisputed Champion FM Young kicked back, her legs up on the guardrail in a front-row seat. She’s happily surrounded by fans who have gone somewhat quiet except for waving and holding their signs up for the show. The Tiger appears to have been sitting there since the start of the show, if the half-finished tray of Edamame and drink bottle propped in the seat are any indication. The Champion finishes clapping and gives a big theatrical stretch as she stands up. The woman affectionately known as Effy reaches for a mic from a stagehand and climbs over the guardrail onto the main ramp.

FM Young: Well, well, well if that wasn’t...Something. Our first Trauma in the Japan tour and I figured all the lovely folks wouldn’t mind me grabbing a seat with them and watching the show. I gotta say, so far, I am disappoint. The Crowley’s broke up? Awww, such a shame but that’s what love gets when ego is involved. Go figure, can’t wait for them to drop back into obscurity.

The audience gasp and kind murmur quietly among themselves as FM cracks her neck and circles around Adrianna.

FM Young: Oh please, you all know it. Look Wa-Anton really needs to just dial whine-one-one and call himself a Wambulance because seriously? That was some grade A bullshit he’s peddling and his hurt feelings are gonna get infected if he keeps this up. Listen, I’ll make this my statement and then I’m gonna let it go, because I tried to be polite. I tried to give Whiny-Boo-Boo his due and send him happily off to the bottom of the card for all I cared. The Centaur of Attention didn’t wanna play ball though and kept running that long, long face hole of his. So I’m going to finally spill the tea of absolute truth.

FM swings around Adrianna who’s standing there waiting for things to continue as they may. FM sits on the guardrail behind her.

FM Young: I didn’t steal anything, I didn’t hold a gun to Scrooge McEgo’s head and make him go first. He lined up for that honor himself. Supposedly well aware of the risks. Why? Because he’s incredibly, petulantly insecure. It wasn’t enough to have the belt, hold it and make good with it. No. He tried to reach for more than he was worth and got the smack down for it. I didn’t tell him to try to pull that crazy stunt and as I have said. The bastard almost did it. Almost only counts in horseshoes and hand grenades though and King Rumplethinskin couldn’t go the distance at the end of the day. His loss. Literally. Who’s that on? Him. He didn’t take any advantage and he had something to prove. He. Failed. His own ego seems to be the thing that halts him at every turn. Not me, but most certainly you.

FM shrugs as she hits the guardrail with the metal plated backs of her boots, making a satisfying clank. She holds out the mic and makes a gesture as if brushing her hands off before standing up and moving back in front of Adrianna.

FM Young: That’s all I’ve got to say about that, for basically ever. He’s your problem now Adri dear. Not that I have any doubt you can handle that, so I’m just going to leave it to you. Look at you though, all might and power, but here you stand. Overshadowed by people with better mic skills than you. At least you aren’t whining ceaselessly about it. That wouldn’t be fitting for a woman of your caliber. The question here is, are you Championship material? See, there’s two sides to this. The fighting which…

Effy is now circling Adrianna as they talk, with the other woman turning enough to never put her back directly to the old cagey tiger. After her last statement FM makes a chef’s kiss gesture into the mic with a slightly manic grin on her face.

FM Young: That turtle dove, you’ve got in spades. You’ve got all that muscle and form, you’re a hell of a bruiser. One of the best in our business and if our business was solely about that, you’d never *not* be a Champion. But see, there’s the rub about it, this business isn’t all just fighting. How we wished it was. No. You need to have character, and Charisma, or at least make a big enough ass of yourself that people want to see you get your ass beat. In the case of our devilish would-be dictator. This, Adrianna darling, is where you get the failing grade, I’m afraid. It’s my job as the current Champion to ensure that my inevitable replacement is fit for the task. Either you’re good enough to get the crowd on your side and get over me. Or you can outfight me, and I’m going to make that a fucking challenge because I don’t want to leave another hack with this belt.

As FM finishes, there’s a collective mumble from the Kyoto crowd as Adrianna lifts her chin and stares at the champion. She lowers her gaze to the mat and a smirk creeps across her lips while she raises the microphone up, lifting her attention to FM again.

Adrianna Salvatore: Character…. Charisma…. You’re right. I may not have a lot of those.

There’s a pause, Adrianna makes a thoughtful face and shrugs one shoulder.

Adrianna Salvatore: In fact, I may have none. What I do have is the pedigree and the accolades to prove that I’m the baddest bitch in this company. Well...one of the baddest, because believe me: I recognize competition when I see it….

As she says this, Adrianna takes one step forward, bowing right up to FM and looking right up into her eyes.

Adrianna Salvatore: As far as that last part? I think I did a damn good job of that when I neutered your former little protege that’s running around with the Crownless King. I seem to recall you, the Lion and that little two-bit trick that she shares a bed with wanting my head on a pike when I almost ended her career. So, by that definition, am I Champion material? You bet your ass I am. Also, let’s not forget….

She jabs a finger against the center plate, strapped across FM’s chest.

FM Young: See, now you’re just pushing it. You don’t get to mention Tiggy, hell Wa-Anton denies her existence unless it’s convenient these days. Especially *to my face.* Because I’d feed him all his teeth. *You* get this once, Turtledove.

Adrianna Salvatore: I’ve already been top bitch of this company once, and after almost two years? I’m ready to sit at the top again. It is time for an extinction event. Wipe the slate clean. Start anew. See, you and yours...you like to talk. You love the gift of gab. People like you...Tanahashi...Baumer...you wanna criticize the silent warriors. However, history has gone to prove that it’s the quiet ones you need to watch out for. It’s the beginning of a new age, FM. Unlike everyone else, I don’t need this--

She motions with her other hand, doing the little “yap yap” gesture.

Adrianna Salvatore: --to prove that I’m champion material. I don’t need this--

She motions with her hand as if she’s texting away on a phone.

Adrianna Salvatore: --with little hashtags like “Watch Me” to make sure the world sees what I do. And I don’t need this--

She motions with the microphone.

Adrianna Salvatore: --to kick your ass!

In one swift motion, Adrianna holds the mic out in front of FM’s face and “drops the mic.” FM briefly looks down and that’s when Adrianna swings on her. The champion blocks with a forearm and goes for a counter shot! Adrianna blocks back and kicks FM in the midsection. The Kyoto crowd starts getting riled up as Adrianna hammers away at FM with forearms to the jaw, backing her against the ropes. Once there, she gets her in the Clinch and starts throwing Muay Thai knees. Adrianna whips FM off the ropes there and across the ring, but the champion fights back, catching her with a running forearm smash. Adrianna staggers back into the ropes and comes off again, right into a Superkick to the jaw from FM Young. Again, she staggers back against the ropes. FM’s getting fired up now as she calls to the crowd, then hits the ropes, looking to charge Adrianna. Adrianna pushes off the ropes, however and hits the same side of the ropes FM just did, a few steps behind her and when FM stops in the center of the ring and turns, Adrianna levels her with the TA-01!!

Seth Ernst: BIG SHOT FROM SALVATORE TO YOUNG!!!

Miranda Augustino: THEY MAY NOT WAIT TIL WRESTLE WAR, SETH!!!!

FM drops, grabbing her jaw as she rolls out of the ring. Fuming now, Adrianna drop rolls out of the ring and goes right after her. The two start trading shots back and forth. Stiff right hands flying as the two brawl up the ramp and onto the stage. Adrianna clobbers FM with a European Uppercut then grabs her by the hair to try and run her face into the frame of the entrance tunnel but FM braces with her hands and drives an elbow back into Adrianna’s chest. The champion grabs Adrianna’s head and slams her face into the frame instead, causing her to stagger back, holding her face. Now it’s FM laying into Adrianna with more forearms. She finally rocks Adrianna with a headbutt and sends her back near the edge of the stage.

Miranda Augustino: Oh shit, this ain’t gonna be good!!

Seth Ernst: It sure as fuck isn’t!! Someone’s gonna get hurt!!

FM comes charging in, likely looking to send Adrianna over the edge but Adrianna catches her with a sudden big boot to the face. FM staggers back and Adrianna advances on her, grabbing her by the hair and the back of her jacket where she runs her right through the center logo display, shattering the glass. FM hits the floor in a daze while referees and security finally rush in to put a stop to the fight. Adrianna shoves them aside as she steps over to where FM lies and unclasps the belt from around her chest. She hunches down over the champion, holding the title up beside her head.

Adrianna Salvatore: It’s gonna be a rough road! Remember that….

Miranda Augustino: What a damn night we’re having so far!

Seth Ernst: You can say that again!

Miranda Augustino: What a damn night we’re ha--

Seth Ernst: Not literally.

Miranda Augustino: Oh.

She drops the title down beside FM, shaking off the security who try to coax her away as she leaves the scene, heading backstage. FM slowly starts sitting up, pieces of glass falling off of her as she waves off the officials trying to help her up. She pulls her belt into her lap, and drags herself to her feet to hold the belt up as we shift to the next scene.

The bell sounds and Isabella and Camila use a quick double team to take the advantage on Shawn Worley. They get him to their corner and then take turns between all three Syndicate Members working him over. Isabella kicks him down and then Camilla pulls him over. Viola drops an elbow and covers.

Shawn kicks out.

The Syndicate continues to work him over with each member taking a turn. Cameron and Bubba watch on from their corner, Bubba ust shaking his head sadly while Cameron tries to urge his brother on. Viola covers Shawn again.

Shawn gets a shoulder up.

The Syndicate comes in all three and they give Shawn a flapjack into a European uppercut. Viola covers again as Isabella and Camilla step to the apron.

Shawn barely gets a shoulder up.

Viola sits up and slaps Shawn for having the audacity to not just die. She shoots Shawn off to the ropes and goes for a clothesline, he ducks under, runs to the ropes and comes off with To’e Up From The Flo’e Up. Both competitors go down and Shawn starts to crawl for his corner. Camilla slips in and pulls Viola to the corner. She steps out before the referee catches her doing it and Isabella makes the tag. Isabella comes in and starts across the ring. Just as she gets there, Shawn makes the tag to Cameron. Cameron comes in and tags in Bubba before running across the ring. Camron hits a running dropkick that knocks Camilla off the apron. Bubba comes in and drops Isabella with a big clothesline. Cameron comes back to his cousin as Viola is starting to send up in her corner. Cameron whips Bubba in and Bubba smashes into Viola sending her flying off the apron down onto Camilla on the floor, the two bouncing into the barricade. Bubba runs over and splashes Isabella before rolling over. He tags in Shawn. Shawn steps in and tags Bubba back in. The Worley Brothers hit the Deer Hunter on Isabella and then step back. Bubba climbs to the top and looks around. He nods and launches himself into the BubbaSault. He lands it perfectly and covers Isabella.


Umi Toriyama: Pinfōru de anata no shōsha wa koko ni arimasu... Shōn Kurourī... Kyameron Kurourī... Biggu Baba Tonpuson... Kōnbureddo Mafia!!

Cameron and Shawn come over and hug their cousin as the referee raises their hands.

Seth Ernst: And them Carolina boys pull off a big win over the New York gals! You love to see it!

Miranda Augustino: Call it payback for what they did to Bubba back at Sudden Death 2!!

The arena lights start to strobe as the intro to “Church of Madness” by Inkubus Sukubus starts to play. The crowd gives the music a negative reaction as none other than Charlie Grace walks out from the back. She is soon flanked by Daniel and Lana Corvin. Skulking out behind them, crawling around like Gollum is Rowena Byrne. The group makes its way towards the ring.

Charlie, Daniel, and Lana all ignore the jeering of the crowd. Rowena, however, pauses every few feet to look at the crowd and tilt her head back and forth. She then continues behind them to catch up. They reach ringside and the first three climb the steps. Daniel holds the ropes for both Charlie and Lana. He looks around for Rowena but she has stayed down at ringside. She proceeds to do her weird little Gollum walk around the ring. While she does that Daniel shakes his head and climbs into the ring.

Rowena circles the ring once then crawls creepily up onto the apron. She slithers under the bottom rope and crawls to the nearest corner. She sits in the corner, almost in her own little world. Meanwhile, Charlie has received a mic and stands in the center of the ring flanked by the Corvin siblings.

Charlie Grace: Are you still surprised to see me? Or have you all missed me that much? It has been a while since I have been on NFW TV. Last time I was here I managed the most violent man to ever step into a wrestling ring. Now I am managing the greatest group of second-generation wrestlers. They come from the greatest family to ever enter this business. The Corvins!

Surprisingly there is a mixed reaction to the family name. Mostly due to the family’s illustrious history. The hatred from the arrogance that most of the family displays.

Charlie Grace: You all know the youngest Corvin, Lana, already. She has made her presence quite known since her arrival. You even know somewhat of Daniel. He did wrestle alongside his sister and her fiance in the Trios Tournament earlier this year. Both are the children of the great Ashe Corvin. Joining them...

Charlie looks over her shoulder at Rowena in the corner,

Charlie Grace: is their cousin and the daughter of Eric Lee, Rowena Byrne. As you can see, she has taken after her father. She is a small ball of violence just waiting to go off. They are the Corvin Dynasty. They have arrived and they will be taking over. Mark my words. It will not be long before the Corvin Dynasty is covered in gold.

Charlie smirks as do Lana and Daniel.

Charlie Grace: But before all of that, it seems as if there are some issues that need to be addressed first. It would seem that beating a certain person at their own game has caused them issues. The Corvins do not run. They do not flee. They will show you exactly why their name carries the weight it does. Why when people hear the name Corvin they know they are looking at the best of the best. How does that saying go again? If you are feeling froggy, jump.

Charlie smirks again as she lowers the mic. “Church of Madness” kicks up again as the crowd gives the group their hatred.
Dakota Winters is backstage with Griffin Hawkins..who has a referee shirt on.

Dakota Winters: Griff..it seems you got a long night ahead of you. You not only got a fatal four way for your Perseverance Title, but you also have to referee a match involving a woman who you clearly want nothing to do with...

Griffin Hawkins: Jesus...I wouldn't give my worst enemy my life right now Dakota. I thought my title defense was enough to worry about...but then I get told that I have to referee a match involving Nova Jaquin and Hayley Halsey? This is not how I pictured my big return to Japan.

Dakota Winters: Well we all know you and Hayley aren't exactly buddy buddy..but will it effect your job as Referee?

Griffin Hawkins: No..no it won't. I'm not gonna be one of those guys who allows petty vendettas to cloud their judgement as an official. Hayley can whine and cry and throw a tantrum all she wants..claiming I'm against her, but I'm not the enemy. If She gets Nova on the mat..I got no problem making the three count.

Dakota Winters: Well, how do you feel about the combatants in the Fatal Fourway Elimination Match?

Griffin Hawkins: Each one of them is a threat...and at any time they can pin me and send me back to the locker room....Ana Evans has her first opportunity at this title as she is looking to win the gold. Me and her got some level of respect for one another, we both want to be the best NFW has to offer..and her winning my gold is the perfect start for her. But the thing is...unlike her, this isn't my first main event. I have been in big match situations like this, and I know the pressure. If she doesn't be careful, she might choke under the pressure itself. Trixie Decker is someone I'm familiar with...we've shared a ring together and we both brought it...but I think this time it's under bigger circumstances. She made it known that she wants my title..and I'm gonna do whatever it takes to make sure that doesn't happen. And then we have the girl returning to her homeland, Mayumi Tanahashi. She's got dreams of leaving with the gold..but as much I respect her, I can't allow it to happen. The three of them are worthy competitors...but only one can walk out Champion. I started my career here..and now I'm back to rock the land of the rising sun. Let's do this Kyoto!

Before the bell, Hayley Halsey shouts at Griffin Hawkins that this isn’t fair! Griffin shouldn’t be the referee of this match because he’s biased against her, she argues! Griffin snipes back that he didn’t want this job, but he makes a promise that he’ll be unbiased here. Let’s have a good, clean fight, Griffin adds! Before Hayley can protest, he calls for the bell.


Of course, Hayley’s too distracted with Griffin to see Nova Juaquin come at her with a running dropkick! Halsey falls onto her back, and the crowd cheers wildly! Griffin smooths out the wrinkles of the striped shirt he wears along with his ring gear. The newcomer lays in stomps onto Hayley’s body with relentless fury, then turns her back to her opponent to taunt the crowd! The cocky Juaquin gets cheered against the globally hated Hayley, though the detestable blonde rolls underneath the bottom rope when Nova’s back is turned. Hawkins starts the count with Hayley at ringside, but she doesn’t seem too worried as she takes a breather. She’s in no hurry to enter the ring at all as the Perseverance Champion nears the count of six. Then Halsey turns to walk towards the ramp with a dismissive sweep of her arm. She’s trying to get herself counted out!

Griffin climbs out of the ring while Nova shrugs. With an Irish whip, he throws Hayley back into the ring and tells her she won’t be able to get out of this match that easily with him around! Hayley complains, but the bickering stops short again when Nova tries to hit her Killer Smile superkick! Halsey ducks, catching Nova’s leg into a leg trap chokeslam that fires up the crowd into a booing frenzy! Then, she hits her Desti-Knee Kick (busaiku knee kick) when Nova climbs back to her feet. Griffin watches as Hayley bounces off the ropes and hits her Desti-Knee Smash (springboard somersault double knee)! She goes for the pin, although she hesitates to glare at Griffin when she suspects he’ll count slowly.


Griffin counted at the right speed just like he promised, but he noticed that Nova grabbed the bottom rope - something lesser referees might have missed! Hayley and Griffin argue again. Hayley’s voice is loud and screeching, while Griffin’s measured and composed. After Griffin makes his point, Hayley rolls her eyes and turns her head into a devastating Killer Smile superkick courtesy of Nova Juaquin!


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru ni yotte... Novu~a... JUAQUIN!!

Seth Ernst: Great moment for the debuting Nova Nuaquin!!

Miranda Augustino: Yeah, but not so great for Hayley Halsey! She looks pissed!

Seth Ernst: At Griff, too!

As we come back to the arena the lights go out and a shot of the arena before zooming towards the arena as a robotic voice starts on the sound system at the joy of the crowd

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: Welcome ladies and the gentlest of men too the first ever international edition of the love pad, now i know it's been a while so I will introduce myself, my name is Marco Valintine and your dreams come to life, now then since its been a while since I have been here and a lot has happened one of the biggest being the tournament that went down, now i know people where not happy about the end and I got asked by many people to talk about what happened so I decided to invite a special guest to talk about it, the boss man himself STEVEN BRODY!

The Kyoto crowd applauds as the CEO of NFW comes out from one of the tunnels and makes his way down to the ring. He makes his way up the steps, onto the apron and makes sure to ceremoniously wipe his feet before stepping into the ring. He shakes Marco’s hand before picking up a second microphone. There’s a bit of a humorous moment for the crowd as Steven tentatively looks at the bean bag chair before carefully sitting down and getting settled in.

Steven Brody: Marco, thanks for having me.

Marco Valintine: Good to have you here man, it's been a while in the making that's for sure, now then before we continue on I have a little tradition on my show and tonights no different, a little birdy tells me you're a fellow metal head so i got ya this.

Marco hands Steven a package before sitting down on his bean bag. Steven accepts the package, looking curious as he peels away the wrapping to reveal an original vinyl copy of Metallica’s “Master Of Puppets” album. It’s rare that anyone sees Steven Brody look so intrigued but needless to say, he’s highly impressed and grateful as he shows the gift to the camera.

Steven Brody: Marco, wow. This is incredible and I really appreciate it. Trust me when I say this’ll be cherished for years to come.

Marco Valintine: Thought ya would like it, if ya ever need any other rare albums come to me i know a guy, anyway I wouldnt me much of an interview guy if i didnt ask ya what was on everyone's mind and one of the reasons i invited you here tonight and that was the ending to the Vlad Blackheart memorial tournament, I wanna hear your side of what happened that night.

There’s a buzz from the crowd as Steven Brody just...closes his eyes for a second. He almost smiles, but doesn’t. He doesn’t necessarily frown, but he carefully considers his words before raising the microphone again.

Steven Brody: You’re asking about the incident involving Zion.

Steven pauses again and thinks.

Steven Brody: I understand there was some controversy around comments made by Xander Fillmore. He said some things about Zion Wrestling that I’d like to clear the air on. The things that were said are the personal opinion of Mr. Fillmore, which he has the right to express, and I’ll support that right to anybody inside and outside of New Frontier Wrestling. I, myself, as someone who appreciates and adores this business as a whole, I can appreciate what Kai Morgan and Sara Cross are doing over in Zion. That being said, I’ll go so far to say that I do not condone, nor will I forgive the actions taken by Kai Morgan, Zachary Porter and their Zion Wrestling Champion, Ashlyn Cassidy. As someone whose responsibility it is to represent their company, I find it unbecoming of a World Champion to display such behavior.

Marco takes a breath before raising his microphone up.

Marco Valintine: That's a fair reaction to have my dude, personally speaking especially considering what the tournament is for I would say what happened was majorly uncool, I am a dude who is proud to be a part of New Frontier Wrestling and when people who are uninvited crash the party its shame on them bro. Hey ill state it right now if any of those guys wanna get here for a fair fight then i'll be one of the first to volunteer to take them on. I can promise you that bro.

Steven nods slowly, more in an understanding, acknowledging way than actually condoning anything as he lifts his microphone again.

Steven Brody: Well, Marco, I can say this much: Vlad Blackheart was endeared and idolized by many in this business. He pioneered for this company in its early days, years ago. While I can understand the emotion behind Kai Morgan’s and his associates’ actions and will not take a single incident as a personal attack on this company, let me say...while I hope, from one owner to another, I would hope it doesn’t come down to that. Because I will speak for everyone on the rosters here when I say that New Frontier Wrestling does not back down from a fight...and a fight isn’t something I think they want.

Marco Valintine: Exactly bro, now then onto more pleasant things we are here in Japan man, the land of the rising sun where the bros are great and the ladies are bodacious, how good is it to be back here?

Steven Brody: Oh, let me assure you and everyone here, it is absolutely wonderful being back here in Japan. It’s been far too long since our last visit, we’ve got a following of wonderful fans here and we can’t wait to put on some great shows for everyone here leading up to Wrestle War. It’s especially my greatest pleasure to start this tour here in the venue that I put into construction over a year ago. If there’s anyone who I can attest that loved and appreciated this sport as much as, if not more than myself, it was Toru and Sakura Saito. That’s why this arena holds such a special place in the hearts of myself and the rest of us here in New Frontier Wrestling. I was close friends with Toru and his wife. I’m proud to carry on his dream of sharing great professional wrestling to the world. I’m honored to have their daughter, Risa Saito, living her dream within our ranks. Toru? Sakura? This is for you.

Marco waits a moment to show some respect before starting to speak again.

Marco Valintine: Much respect, now that we are coming to a close, is there anything you would like to say before we go?

Steven nods, lifting the microphone again.

Steven Brody: I’d just like to extend my deepest thanks to the fans of New Frontier Wrestling, the people watching at home, the people of Japan. We hope you’re enjoying tonight’s show, and we hope you enjoy the rest of what’s to come. The Road to Wrestle War is just beginning and it’s going to be a wild ride.

Marco Valintine: Can't say it any better dude, thanks for coming onto my show its been good to get things clear, now people in the back hit my music.

Marco’s music hits as he and Steven stand from their bean bag chairs and shake hands before Steven waves to the crowd while the shot cuts away.
The view cuts to black, as the PA is filled with a band director yelling at a battery.

Director: "DRUM LINE! TEN-HUT!"

The entire ensemble shout back as police sirens go off in the back.

Drum Line: "TEN-HUT! K-S-C, BEAT THE ORANGE!"

With a one-two-a-dododo tap off, the drum line starts playing a cadence as a team donned in an electric blue begins a drive against a team donned in a sharp orange-on-white combo. The quarterback, #5 and named Gaddis, takes the snap from his center and hands it off to the halfback, #10 named Francis. Francis runs right into the teeth of the defense and breaks a tackle or two before being brought down after about four yards. The screen hard cuts to black upon Francis hitting the ground.

Logan Bailey: "I play with precision..."

Gaddis hands off to Francis again, who runs right into the front four of the defense again, to a similar result as last time. Another hard cut to black.

Logan Bailey: "I play to wage war... ...to start riots in the streets."

As the cadence continues, the view changes to Faye Brown choking Santa Muerte with barbed wire as Muerte goes limp and with an echo...

Bad boys, bad boys...

Logan Bailey: "And I play to win that war... ...to grind my opponent into dust no matter what it takes, and ninety-five percent of the time? It works too well."

The view cuts to Brown diving into Emevlas Stastias inside the Devil's Den, putting her through a flaming table and through the ring before yet another cut to black as the cadence ends right on queue.

Logan Bailey: "Death march your way to a title. ...make everyone you work for regret not seeing you as a champion."

A brief montage in time to an instrumental edit of "Bad Boys" by Inner Circle (which has replaced the drum line's cadence) sees Faye hitting the end of an arm wrench pele onto FM Young, Emevlas Stastias, and other kicks to other opponents...

What'cha gonna do when they come for you?

...before wrapping The Soz in her Riot Maker DDT, and the view cutting to black upon impact.

Bad boys, bad boys...

Logan Bailey: "Now you're catching on... War."
The camera returns to ringside inside the Saito Memorial Hall arena while the fans are waiting for the next match to start.

Seth Ernst: Wow, what a show we’re having so far, ladies and gentlemen! I hope you’re ready for more!

Miranda Augustino: I’m ready for more! Let’s fucking get it!

The speakers suddenly come to life with the building intro to Vincent Moretto’s cover of Hidenori Shoji’s “FLY.” The lights take on a reddish hue as they begin to flash like strobes around the arena and a silver chrysanthemum logo appears on the center tron screen with the letters “S.B.S” over it. The Kyoto crowd gives a mixed reaction as the camera focuses on the entryway and Yuka Hirata comes casually strolling out onto the stage in her full on track suit attire. Hood up on her head, the same chrysanthemum emblem from the screen on the back of the jacket. Yuka idly chews on some gum as she just comes down the steps and approaches the ring. Not far behind her is S.B.S’ manager, Kaede Tanabe in one of her fine skirt suits.

Seth Ernst: Well, we weren’t expecting anyone from the Super Bitch Squad out here. This is interesting!

Miranda Augustino: Always is!

Yuka reaches the ring and steps up onto the apron from the stairs before entering the ring. Meanwhile, Kaede goes around to retrieve a microphone before daintily coming up onto the apron and getting into the ring, herself. The music fades as both women come to stand in the center of the ring. Kaede starts to raise the mic and address their countrymen.

Kaede Tanabe: Konbanwa, Kyōto! Watashitachi wa koko ni imasu--

Kaede is cut off when Yuka reaches out calmly to take the microphone from her. Kaede looks a little taken aback but relents the mic to her client and friend. Yuka begins to pace around in circles, thumping the ball of her hand - the part where the thumb meets the palm - against the microphone. She kicks the cord out of the way as before stopping and bringing the mic up to her lips.

Yuka Hirata: Anata wa...osoraku gimon ni omotte irudeshou... Naze watashi wa koko ni iru nodesu ka? Ne?

Yuka lowers the mic and looks down at her feet before lifting her gaze directly to the camera and smirks. She brings the microphone up again.

Yuka Hirata: I’ll say that again so the people watching back West can understand: you wanna know what the hell is this bitch doing out here, right?

She raises her voice a bit, letting her tone betray her seeding anger.

Yuka Hirata: For those who haven’t been paying attention, let me make it crystal clear. My name...is Yuka...Fucking...Hirata! Hirata Yuka to mōshimasu. Puroresurādesu!

The crowd stirs up a little, some even applauding out of simple respect for her craft. Others sit and wait, wondering where this is going.

Yuka Hirata: I’m a professional wrestler and that’s why I came here to New Frontier Wrestling. I’m gonna be real honest right now, it makes me fucking sick to stand here - in this building - and say that!

There’s a collective gasp from the Kyoto crowd as Yuka reaches up and pulls the hood to her jacket back. She flips her ponytail out from under her collar and loosens the zipper in the front, getting comfortable.

Yuka Hirata: Shut up and listen! Before anyone here starts blowing up social media with some stupid tweet of me spitting on the name of this arena’s namesake. No. I’m not. I stood outside earlier for an hour just looking up at the statues of Saito Toru-sensei and Sakura-sensei. I stared up at their statue and I had tears in my eyes. Do you know why? Because they gave me my start in this business. I sat at home with my brother and we watched White Swan walk down the aisle to kick some ass. When me and my friends decided we wanted to pursue this sport, it was Saito-sensei’s gym that we signed up to and paid dues for. Those two--

Yuka turns towards the banner depicting Toru and Sakura Saito while, behind her, Kaede just nods in agreement, fully supporting her statement.

Yuka Hirata: --those two, right there, are the ones who gave a start to people like me...like Masa-chan...like Kaya-chan...like Saito Risa...like Kusanagi Yukiko...like so many other Japanese wrestlers, that I can’t even think of them all off the top of my head, a chance in this business. Saito Toru-sensei partnered with his friend, Steven Brody, to open a gateway for those of us who wanted to venture out and seek success overseas. That was the goal, and what was the result?

There’s a pause as Yuka lowers the mic, looks around, then brings the mic up again.

Yuka Hirata: Kuso...detarame! Fucking...BULLSHIT!!

She snaps into the microphone, starting to fume now.

Yuka Hirata: Since I came to this company - this company - we’ve been more or less sitting on our asses. I have been sitting on my ass, in the back, waiting. Waiting, more days than not, just to be able to do my job! I came here...me and my friends...we came here...to NFW...from KWA and other promotions from all over the country...for competition. Let’s face it. Japan produces the best wrestlers in the entire world. And you can take that to the bank!

Yuka’s eyes go wide and she puts her fingers over her gaping mouth, turning to Kaede, who has the same expression. They point at each other then high five before Yuka gets back on track.

Yuka Hirata: I’ll say it again. Japan produces the best wrestlers in the world. We were excited when management announced we were going to tour our country for their biggest show of the year, but then I realized...there’s no one left. There’s no fucking competition anymore! I spent months laying down the gauntlet, offering a shot to a championship that clearly nobody gave a damn about, because nobody said shit even when I declared it worthless and set it on fire! Nobody takes pride in this sport anymore. They want titles...or they want clout...or they want a bigger bank account… Me? I just want competition. I’m a professional wrestler. Professional wrestling is a combat sport. I want combat. I want a fight...and I’ve been begging management or anybody back in the locker room to give me just that. Give me that competition. Give me a challenge. Give me. A fucking. Fight!

Yuka steps back from the ropes and the camera, lowering the microphone, absolutely fuming now. That’s when the General Manager of the Trauma brand walks out of the curtain and onto the stage. She has one arm behind her back and the other’s clutching a microphone held towards her mouth.

Seth Ernst: Watch out, here comes the boss lady!

Miranda Augustino: Oh shit.

Isabella Santiago: First, let me start by saying we all owe Toru Saito a tremendous debt for all he has done for New Frontier Wrestling. Without the men and women who paved the way, this arena wouldn’t be here. None of us would be here.

Inside the ring, Yuka looks back at Kaede, then looks up at the stage at Santiago and shrugs her shoulders in an impatient manner; as if she’s waiting for her to get to the point. She even mouths “I said that” and motions with her hand to speed things along.

Isabella Santiago: I’ll cut right to the chase. Your pleas for competition these last few months haven’t gone unheard, Yuka. In fact, I personally went out of my way to find a talent who would bring you the fight you’ve been after all this time.

By now, Yuka’s leaning on the top rope, watching Santiago with a crooked little grin on her lips.

Yuka Hirata: Sōdesu ka. Who is it, then? Debby Haze? Because I don’t wanna dance. Vanita Thompson? I don’t wanna “walk in the shadow” and I don’t care about showing my tits with a weekly hashtag for simps like The Botox Movement’s walking roid cycle over on Collision to fawn and drool over. Stop wasting my time, Santiago-san. If you don’t have someone fresh, I’ll see you in your office after this and I’ll sign my damn release papers and you can keep your fucking 90 day no compete bonus.

Seth Ernst: Strong words from Yuka, folks! Damn, this kid has fire!

Isabella grins proudly as the venue's lights blink dark as the familiar sharp, distorted wail signals the beginning of Highly Suspect's haunting anthem. This wills those in their seats to stand in anticipation. Once on a vertical base, the fans make their presence felt with cheers and hollers. All of them look towards the feminine silhouette illuminated by a spotlight at the stage's entrance while an abundance of red dyed mist collects at its feet.

Miranda Augustino: Is that…?!

Seth Ernst: It’s Coda! She fought Damon Cross for the World Heavyweight Championship during the month of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, and pushed him to his limit! Now she’s here on Trauma!

As Coda steps out of the shadows with a cane in hand and a brace on her left knee, she uses her free hand to adjust tonight's red face mask that conceals her nose and mouth while she stands at the stage beside her new general manager. The mask looks like the open mouth of a Japanese demon of mythical folklore. The audience erupts in audible approval, her red oni-themed thigh-length trench coat matching the style of the rest of her attire. Yuka continues leaning on the ropes, squinting her eyes in confusion and disbelief. She slowly pushes off of the ropes and steps back so she can raise the mic up again.

Yuka Hirata: This is it?

She motions with her hand to Coda and scoffs.

Yuka Hirata: I ask for a real fight and a broken gimp?

From behind, Kaede steps up beside Yuka and appears to start saying something when Yuka turns and shushes her best friend with an index finger shooting up in front of her face.

Yuka Hirata: No!! No!

Yuka whips her head back around to look at Santiago and Coda.

Yuka Hirata: If this is your idea of a real fight, Santiago-san, don’t make me fucking laugh. This bitch right here? She ain’t nothing but a broken, crippled dog who can’t hold a fucking candle to what I can do! Throw her back into the trash pile you dug her out of, because I ain’t wasting my time!

Without a word, Isabella looks at Coda. The Trauma newcomer is visibly avoiding putting pressure on her left leg. Her jaw flexes while her eyebrows furrow with cold hatred in her eyes. After a deep breath, the challenger lowers her mask and forcibly grabs the microphone from Isabella’s hand.

Coda: We… will… fight! Kaede o kiite!
Anata no gōman-sa wa nagatsudzuki shimasen!

Yuka sticks an arm out to keep Kaede from stepping up to her again and raises her microphone again.

Yuka Hirata: Kore o mōichido iimasu… And read my lips...

Yuka lowers her arm, turns to the side and leans sideways against the ropes. She turns her head towards Coda on the stage and brings the microphone up again, clearly overexaggerating her movements.

Yuka Hirata: Nooooooo!!!!!!

Yuka steps back from the ropes and tosses the mic to the outside, tucking her hands into her jacket pockets while Kaede stands there, looking between the two wrestlers.

Coda: Heh.

Coda chuckles as she limps away with her cane, going through the curtain towards the backstage area while Yuka, Kaede, and Isabella watch her leave.

Seth Ernst: Coda has arrived on Trauma and she has laid down the challenge!!

Miranda Augustino: But it seems like Yuka’s ducking her!

Seth Ernst: Yuka Hirata doesn’t seem to be the type to duck a fight, if you ask me!

Miranda Augustino: This might get interesting, Seth.

The bell sounds and the crowd explodes at the sight of the old Super Tiger gear. Dixon quickly takes her down and tries to work her over. Tiger tries to get free but Dixon is able to cradle her no matter which way she goes.

Super Tiger kicks out.

Dixon quickly moves to try and cardle her again only for Tiger to get in a wicked kick that looks like it should have hurt her more than him because of how far her leg seemingly went. Dixon rolls away to the corner and slips out to get away. Tiger goes out, catches him for the Go The F*ck To Sleep. Dixon rolls off to the floor. Tiger steps in and then climbs to the top rope. The crowd is wowed that she would do this again. Tiger looks up, nods and then leaps off into Flight of the Tiger Mk I, a spinning frog splash that lands her down on Dixon on the floor.

Crowd: “Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu! Tigerresu!”

Super Tiger rolls back into the ring and nods, slowly looking up again. Dixon staggers up and rolls into the ring. Tiger starts to kick him and viciously sends him back to the ropes. Dixon catches her leg after several shots and cradles her again.

Super Tiger kicks out.

Tiger kicks her way free again and Dixon tries to return fire. The two exchange shits until Tiger jumps up into a victory roll.

Nathaniel Dixon kicks out.

Dixon gets up and hits the London Eye. Tiger goes down and Dixon covers.

Super Tiger kicks out.

Super Tiger hits a knee strike and gets to her feet. Dixon rises up and she hits him with a flurry of strikes before jumping into a swinging ddt. She covers.

Nathaniel Dixon kicks out.

As they start to get up, Super Tiger hits Dixon with the Type I kick. Dixon goes down and Tiger heads to the corner. She stands up and points to the sky before leaping off into The Flight Of Tiger MK II, the double rotation moonsault. She lands it perfectly and Tiger covers Dixon.


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru de... SUPA TAIGA!!

Super Tiger rolls off and puts her hands to her face for a second before looking up one more time. She slowly stands up and then bows to the cheering crowd. It’s when she stands back up, we see tears in her eyes as she raises a hand out to the crowd.

Seth Ernst: An emotional moment for Risa Saito, folks. The Super Tiger is home and she is getting a standing ovation!

Miranda Augustino: Let’s stand with the crowd, Seth! She deserves it!

Seth Ernst: Absolutely!

Seth and Miranda both stand and applaud Super Tiger as she shows some love to her hometown.

The lights dim inside the arena as “Teardrop” by Massive Attack begins to play. The slow methodic beat of the song is not your typical wrestling theme song as the guitar begins to strum slowly in time to the steady heartbeat of the bass drum.

The screen comes to life over the stage, an outline of a brain is shown, with zips of electricity moving within the translucent object and the words, “Binka Moab” appear above it. The wrestler known as the “Intellectual Assassin” steps onto the stage. She’s wearing her plaid wrestling gear, but over it a large fur jacket. She pauses on the stage to glance at the audience, and for some reason, she seems to be more than a little disappointed as she shakes her head from side to side.

She slowly makes her way down towards the ringside area, making sure to remain in the center of the aisle so as not to get too close to those in the audience. As she reaches ringside, she slowly takes the steps up to get onto the apron. After brushing the bottoms of her boots on the ring apron, she ducks under the top rope and slips into the ring where a podium has been set up in one of the corners facing into the ring.

As Binka walks to the podium to stand behind it, she taps her hand on the microphone to ensure it’s ability to transmit her voice. As she surveys those in attendance, she leans in and greets everyone in Japanese.

Binka Moab: Good evening, residents of Japan. My name is Binka Moab, and I am here to serve as a mentor to your intellectual enlightenment.

Binka seems to be very fluent in Japanese as she continues to speak.

Binka Moab: As your intellectual superior, I feel it’s only fair that I impress upon you the importance of pressing your mental limits and expanding your knowledgebase far beyond those of video games, animation, and pornography. Through hours of study, I have learned that at one time, the great might Japan was once on the brink of greatness, only to have fallen to greed, lust and self-gratification. So, I, Binka Moab, have arrived to help you rise above your failures and incompetence. To be that example, showing that yes, even you, can rise above your own dismal existence and overcome those obstacles you have placed in your own path.

The crowd begins to boo, something that takes quite a bit to achieve in Japan. Binka begins to frown. She is only here to help, of course.

Binka Moab: Perhaps you are unaware of who is standing before you. I am Binka Moab. I have three college degrees. I have more knowledge in half of my brain than all of you in this room have combined. I…

The crowd begins to get just a little disrespectful at Binka, not taking kindly to her comments. As she glares out to the sea of typically respectful Japanese, she steps away from her podium and scowls.

Without waiting another second, Binka Moab walks out of the ring and takes the ramp back to the stage. She looks out once more as these people seem to be very happy to be rid of her, she just scoffs and disappears to the back.

In the back, Dakota Winters is standing by as Binka walks through the curtain.

Dakota Winters: Binka Moab, you walked off in the middle of your segment…

Binka spins on Dakota, glaring at her.

Binka Moab: These ignorant people here have no idea how much I could have enlightened them. They have no idea by merely listening to the words I speak, how much their lives would improve. So, I say this, let them wallow in the mire of their mediocrity. When I make my wrestling debut here in New Frontier Wrestling, I will show each and every one of them just what I can do.

Without another word, Binka marches off in a huff.

Dakota Winters: Back to ringside.
To the back, we go and we are greeted by the happy smiling face of Mayumi Tanahashi.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Kon'nichiwa Kyōto.

She waves and takes a step back, showing off the bright blue Tanahashi Takoyaki shirt complete with a colorful little Takoyaki mascot. What really stands out is the large circular object covered by a pink sheet to the left of her.

Mayumi Tanahashi: I am so happy to be back here in Japan and tonight is super duper special exciting because not only am I in the main event for the Perseverance title. Oh my god, that match is gonna be really crazy. It’s a four-way which I have gotten pretty okay at. Before the match was announced though, I made a decision. I really really really really liked wrestling those tag matches with Oru. I know he wants to focus on getting himself some singles gold, so I have to find a new partner. With so many possibilities, I decided we should have fun with it, so...

Mayumi removes the sheet and it’s a wheel behind the curtain, in fact, it’s the Wheel of Wonder.

Mayumi Tanahashi: I decided to let fate decide with the wheel of wonder. There’s all kinds of different people on here, so let’s give it a spin.

Mayumi jumps up to grab one of the pegs on the outside and gives a big spin. A few different names can be seen, FM Young, Kasey Kash, Supernova, Isis, Lassindra Haliday, La Silencia, and several more. The wheel starts to slow and finally lands on “Supernova” Risa Jackson. Mayumi looks at it and her eyes suddenly go wide. She starts to shake her head quickly.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Uhm… that one was a practice spin. Everybody knows that the Wheel of Wonder works best if you do a practice spin. So this one.

Mayumi jumps up and spins the wheel again. It spins around and we see a few more names, Debby Haze, Cali-Kate, River Chance, Faye Brown, and again it slows, spins and Mayumi’s eyes go wide as it lands on Lassindra Haliday. Mayumi shakes her head and just does the classic facepalm as she says.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Did I say one practice spin? I definitely meant two. The third time's the charm for the Wheel of Wonder, everyone knows that. Last spin.

Mayumi takes a breath, jumps up, and spins again. More names flash by, Brea Lombardi, Isis, Jenn Drew, even Anton Crowley. The wheel starts to slow once more and when it stops, Mayumi looks relieved as she sees it has landed on ISIS!

Mayumi Tanahashi: YAY ISY! I love her. She’s strong and tough and we’re like the bestest of friends. She is teaming up with Jenn Drew in a little bit though. I didn’t know that when I made the wheel… We can figure that out. Next week though, Utopian Sky will fly and I think I can say WE hope that you will all come and FLY WITH USSSS!

Mayumi smiles and waves again as the lights flash a few times and suddenly the wheel is gone and Mayumi has her rainbow Sky Child wings on.

It’s Isis and Nacho Grade in first for their respective teams and it’s clear that The Utopian Female is not interested in Grande’s silly little games, but still, he tries to get her to dance with him even saying “Come on sexy, let’s have a good time.” Nacho Grande does not have a good time though, in fact, he has a very bad time as he’s hit with a forearm, then a massive bicycle kick that sends him flying over the ropes. French Fry manages to tag Nacho on the way out, but he soon wishes he hadn’t as he springboards up, lands, and gets caught with a Jenn Drew enziguri. Jenn pops back up, jumps over the ropes onto the apron, another jump, and this one takes French Fry out with a springboard crossbody. Jenn rolls to her partner, tags, and heads up top as Isis sets French Fry up for the leg hook Saito. Jenn Drew delivers a picture-perfect missile dropkick as Isis tosses French Fry. Jenn Drew is back to her feet and takes Nacho Grande out with a tope suicida as Isis makes the cover


Umi Toriyama: Pinfōru no kekka to shite no anata no shōsha, Ishisu to jendoryū... Fāsutokurasu no meinu!

Miranda Augustino: First Class bitches with their first win and damn did they beat the fuck out of those two idiots.

Seth Ernst: Isis clearly not in the mood for Nacho Grande’s shenanigans and French Fry was just completely outmatched. Great stuff from these two and hey we saw our first tandem move from them with that beautiful suplex and missile dropkick combination.

The scene comes up on the main arena with the audience buzzing about, eager for the next thing to happen. That's when the lights in the arena dim as the opening of Eve to Adam's "Immortal" begins and the audience roars applause and appreciation. The camera focuses on the tron where shots of the brothers working out and sweating play.


Seth Ernst: Here come the NFW Tag Team champions, the Brothers Drake!

Miranda Augustino: Well, well, a rare appearance to the ring. They don't always have much to say but I can appreciate a little eye candy.

Seth Ernst: ... what?

The camera is back on the stage as the opening crescendos where Dylan and Torian Drake pose together on the stage with the tag titles wrapped around their waists. Dylan holds two water bottles and flexes while Torian gets to his feet and spins a little to show off his physique before both head down the ramp.


Torian high fives the audience and both brothers work to get them fired up as they continue down toward the ring. At ringside they embrace before they head to opposite sides of the ring. Torian swings off the ropes on one side, while Dylan flexes on the apron on the other.


Both brothers get in the ring and pose together once more, taking the belts off and holding them high in the air. This time, Dylan crushes the water bottles over them both, showering them both as they fire up the crowd once more. Dylan goes to the ropes and calls for two mics. He is handed them and their music begins to fade as he hands one to Torian.

Torian Drake: Kyōto, ima koso NFW tagguchīmuchanpion o mukaeru tokidesu! Watashi wa akumeidakai doragon, Torian Drake! Soshite, sore wa watashi no ani, daburu D Dylan Drake! Kyōto, ano gōon o kiite miyou!

The audience gives a roar right back to Torian and Dylan who both bask in the adulation. Torian brings the mic back to his mouth.

Torian Drake: Hakkiri sa sete okimashou. Dylan to watashi wa, watashitachi no o shiri ni suwaru tame ni korera no taitoru o kakutoku shite imasen. Watashi ni totte jūyōna kunidearu kazoku to issho ni koko ni kuru jikan o gisei ni suru koto wa naku, nani mo shimasendeshita. Shikashi, koko de watashitachiha hon no saisho no shūdeari, watashitachiha bōkan sa remashita.

The audience is now jeering, but not against the Brothers. Torian nods.

Torian Drake: Shikashi, sore wa kanzen'na sonshitsude wa arimasendeshita. Watashi wa jibun no gijutsu o mananda kono subarashī kuni o tansaku suru tame ni,-ji ni kuru mono subete ni sonaeru tame ni ōku no jikan o tsuiyashimashita. Watashi wa kore made ni mita subete no koto ni ikei no nen o daite imasu. Kono tsuā o subarashī mono ni shite kureta, koko Nihon ni iru NFW yunibāsu no subete no hito ni kansha shitai to omoimasu. Kyoto, you are the reason we will keep fighting!

The audience is on their feet as Torian pats Dylan's chest who brings the mic to his mouth.

Dylan Drake: I'm sorry that my Japanese is limited compared to my brother. I hope you can forgive my current language barrier. But experience is everything. Even as I sat at home watching the VBMT play out with my lovely wife and my kids, all I wanted was to be in that ring. These titles means a lot to me and my brother and we're here to step up to the next challenge.

Dylan looks straight at the camera.

Dylan Drake: And we will take any and every challenger who wants to come our way. Go grab someone from the locker room and meet us. At Collision. Here at Trauma. We aren't here to rest on our laurels. We're here to make a difference in the tag team division. We are here to show that no matter the adversity, persistence pays. And it's long past time to collect.

Torian steps up one more time.

Torian Drake: 1 Tai 1 no shiai o yoyaku shimasu. Taguchīmu no kontesuto ni sanka shite kudasai. Give us a partner and put us in a trios match, but we are going to find a fight. Whatever you want to throw at us, we'll go through and we'll always come out stronger for it.

Dylan and Torian pose again.

Dylan Drake: The surest thing you can count on is the Drakes are going to make the biggest splash in the pool.

Torian Drake: Hitotsu no kokoro to shite tatakau!

Dylan Drake: Win with one heart!

"Immortal" hits the speakers again as the Drakes pose with their belts out in front of them.

Miranda Augustino: Oooh, even for a couple compas, they still make their point.

Seth Ernst: As you said, they don't say a lot and they don't need to. The Drakes want to compete and show their skills and why they are the tag champs.

Miranda Augustino: Whoever they have to fight is definitely not gonna like two very fresh champions.

Seth Ernst: The tag champs are hungry still.
We open up backstage as we see Trauma’s newest interviewer, Dakota Winters walking the halls. The lights begin to flicker and go out for just a moment and when they come back on, we see the four members of La Siervientas de Yum Kimil. Lady Death, Santa Muerta, and La Profita all have the Trios Titles around their waists and in the middle, on her knees is Amy Connors. La Profita looks down at her with a smile and pats Amy on the top of the head as Dakota just looks on.

Dakota Winters: Um… not exactly the creepy bitches I was looking for, but since you’re here, might as well do an interview.

La Profita just smiles as Amy looks at Dakota and lunges out, taking a bite at the air and laughing as Dakota takes a step back in the process.

Dakota Winters: Like I said, creepy bitches… So… at the Finals Event, the fans of NFW saw you three defeat the Second City Riot Squad to claim the Trios Championships. We also saw the return of Amy Connors, but now, under the influence of you three weirdos.

La Profita: We don’t control our dear, little Amy, Miss Winters, we simply opened her eyes and showed her the way and the one true path. And yes, we claimed our first taste of gold here in NFW. How sweet it was to take these Trios Titles away from those three creatons that call themselves the Second City Riot Squad.

As La Profita is speaking, we see Amy crawling out from behind her and behind Dakota and slinking up behind and smiling as she we hear a slap and Dakota stands up straight and her cheeks flush a little bit.

Amy Connors: My, Miss Santiango found a pretty one to replace me so quickly! She found another pretty face to stand there and hold a microphone since we’re so replaceable as interviewers! It’s such a shame too… everyone sees the interviewer as part of the background, a glorified microphone stick with tits and a nice ass…

You can see Dakota getting a little more uncomfortable with each word as Amy just stands there right behind her, a wicked grin on her face the entire time.

Amy Connors: But that’s okay for some, like you, Dakota. Me though, I was destined for more and my mistresses showed me that. I helped to make them stronger than ever and now, we have the Trios Gold and there isn’t a team on either roster that has the skills or the guts to try and take them from us. Ta-ta now, Dakota.

Amy gives Dakota a kiss on the cheek and giggles as Dakota shoots up straight once again as the lights flicker and the four of them are once again gone, leaving Dakota standing there.

Dakota Winters: Did she just pinch my ass? Creepy bitches… all of them...

Throughout the forty-ninth episode of Trauma, the wrestling fans here in Kyoto, Japan have been delighted to embrace the NFW World Heavyweight Champion of Collision, Damon Cross, his wife Danielle Debaillion, and their daughter Leina Rael-Debaillion in the audience. The little lady is even wearing the red and gold cape Captain Cosmo made especially for her! Speaking of, the Captain is happy to see her, offering a friendly wave from inside the ring. Kasey Kash isn’t too pleased with this and so he begins to charge at the Captain. However, Cosmo’s quick to lift up a missing poster of the Cosmic Pug!

Captain Cosmo: Excuse me, friend Kasey! Have YOU seen the Cosmic Pug?

Initially, Kasey is thrown off by this, though he’s quick to become annoyed.

Kasey Kash: This isn’t the time, you bloomin’ idiot!

He lands closed-fist punches on the Captain without any remorse! Referee Desiree signals for the bell and, as the fans boo Kasey’s mannerisms, she tries to break them up -- to no avail. Kasey’s landing shot after shot, though Cosmo’s fighting back with quick strikes. He even manages to jab Kasey’s nose, drawing a bit of blood from the right nostril. This is clearly unintentional as Cosmo’s immediately trying to apologize, but Kasey’s not having any of it, brawling the Captain against the ropes until he knocks them both to the outside with a cactus clothesline. Cosmo’s a little out of sorts while Kasey’s already getting to his feet. Seeing the Debaillion family in the front row, Kasey steps up to the barricade that separates them.

Kasey Kash: Oy, fuck right back to Collision. This is Trauma; this is MY show.

Damon folds his arms, seemingly unimpressed by the Resident Asshole. Leina, on the other hand, is a little more direct, lifting her right hand and flipping Kasey off! Danni shoots her daughter a certain look, and although Damon smirks, Kasey’s patience is wearing thin. Before he can even think of retaliating, Cosmo turns him around and nails a short-arm clothesline. Kasey hits the floor with a soft THUD, all the while Cosmo apologizes to Leina for Kasey’s rudeness. In the ring, Desiree’s official count continues, and so the Captain pulls Kasey to his feet and rolls him back into the ring. He follows after him to end the count. Cosmo goes for the cover, but Kasey’s able to kick out at one. A simple clothesline won’t do.

Cosmo’s battling for the advantage, throwing quick strikes to different parts of Kash’s body -- though he makes sure to stay above the belt. Kash staggers a bit, their size and power difference against him. Cosmo launches him to the ropes with an Irish whip, though he’s surprised at how smoothly that turned out. Even when Kash stops himself by grabbing the top rope behind him, he moves out of the way as the Captain… runs the ropes? He’s just running them, bounding from one side of the ring to the other. The fans in attendance simply watch in awe. Cross and Rael aren’t sure what to make of this, but Anderson is giggling like it’s something she would do, herself. Kash glares and retaliates with “Fuck You and All Your Friends” (Ripcord Bicycle Knee)! Cosmo falls onto the mat with a resounding THUD and Kasey goes for the cover, but the Captain kicks out at two.

Kash’s offense doesn’t stop there. He lays into Cosmo with a variety of attacks and moves. A rolling savate kick; a yakuza kick into the corner; a double-knee facebreaker with a pin attempt. Yet somehow Cosmo kicks out. Despite their feelings, the fans applaud the series of moves. It catches him off guard when Cosmo fights back with a powerful European uppercut. Kash is sent backward but remains on his feet. He rushes Cosmo, but the Captain surprises him with “Titan’s Turn” (Spinning Back Elbow)! Of course, Cosmo trips over Kash while he’s falling. He catches him in the midst of their fall and the Captain rolls Kash up, but Kash breaks out before three. The fans applaud and continue to enjoy the entertaining spectacle. Kash rolls out to the ring apron while Cosmo rises to his feet. He approaches Kash but receives an eye rake for his troubles. Kash grabs the top rope and leaps up, catching Cosmo with “Canberra Collapse” (Springboard Cutter)! He covers and hooks the leg, but somehow Cosmo gets his shoulder up before the three count.

There’s a brief moment of respite for both competitors. Not enough for Desiree to start an official count, but Kasey’s taking his time. He stalks the Captain and yells at him to get up, Cosmo looks like he’s seeing stars. He gets to his feet using the ropes, and while Kasey runs at him for a spear, the Captain surprises him with “Cosmo Kick” (Superkick)! The fans are in awe, all the while Kasey falls onto the mat. From the audience, Leina yells out for her friend to cover Kasey. Cosmo’s hearing picks up on this, so he rolls over and covers Kasey. Alas, he only receives a two count as Kasey gets his shoulder up! Cosmo is a little lost for words -- or perhaps he’s a little lost in the stars that must still be spinning over his head. He manages to get to his feet, backpedals, and nails Kasey with a penalty kick! Kasey rolls to the side with a groan. Cosmo moves towards him and pulls him to his feet. The Captain yells “DON’T TRUST EMUS!” while attempting to hit the finisher (Stunner), but Kasey shoves him back against the ropes. Before Cosmo can react, Kasey catches him with “Going the Distance” (Last Shot)! He drags the star-seeing Captain away from the ropes and covers him for the three!


Umi Toriyama Shiai no shōsha, go resseki no minasama…`Rejidento Asuhōru' KASEYYYYYYYY KAAAAAAAAAASH!

Seth Ernst: Well, despite Captain Cosmo’s best efforts, NFW’s Resident Asshole claims the victory tonight.

Miranda Augustino: Of course, Seth! Quite maliciously, too! Now can those Collision losers get out of here already?!

Seth Ernst: Careful with your words, Miranda! Damon Cross is not a man you fuck around with, especially when it comes to his family.

Miranda Augustino: Ayyy, whatever! Good luck finding your lost doggo, Capitan!

Seth Ernst: And we do wanna thank everyone who is tuning into this live and everyone who will be watching this on stream later as we- oh… uh… hmm...

Miranda Augustino: Yep, yea I got it too.

Seth and Miranda are listening intently to their headsets as information is obviously now being fed to them.

Seth Ernst: There's apparently an incident backstage and we're trying to get cameras back there now to find out what's happening.

The view switches to backstage where a loud scream is the first thing to greet the listeners. Backstage attendants are fleeing as equipment and tables can be heard flipping and crashing out of view. The camera rounds a corner just in time to see a security guard get knocked down by Cali-Kate who is bright red furious. Another scream sends the security guard scampering to a safe distance as another camera person approaches from another angle. Cali-Kate approaches another catering table, seething for a few seconds before flipping that table.

Seth Ernst: Cali-Kate has absolutely lost it!

Miranda Augustino: She just got dumped! Mami wouldn't be happy! But if she came back out here- HOLY SHIT!

Seth Ernst: OH MY GOD!

Cali-Kate has grabbed the camera from the second camera man and begun smashing it into the wall.

Cali-Kate: HE. REJECTED. ME?

Kate stalks down a hall shoving past the first camera man and continuing to toss tables and bash equipment crates. Referees Nigel Potter and Thurgood Jackson rush in to restrain her but she easily slips them and starts attacking them viciously.

Cali-Kate: DON'T FUCKING TOUCH ME!

Seth Ernst: What the hell? She's attacking refs now?

Miranda Augustino: Have you never seen a woman on a warpath? Well no I guess you wouldn't have.

Seth Ernst: Hey, I...

Miranda Augustino: That's what I thought.

Cali-Kate leaves the two refs on the ground writhing and spits at them both.

Cali-Kate: Assholes…

Kate turns around and continues down seemingly slightly mollified until she turns another corner.

Cali-Kate: Oh, this'll be fucking amusing.

The camera turns to see Isabella Santiago with two lines of security guards blocking Kate's way to cause more destruction. Kate starts forward.

Isabella Santiago: Kate, one more step and I promise you're going to regret it.

Cali-Kate: GAME START, BITCH!

Kate charges forward but the security springs into action. The sheer numbers keep Kate at bay even as she fights some of them off.

Seth Ernst: Security is definitely gonna have their hands full.

Miranda Augustino: And that still won't be enough. Look at Mami's face.

Indeed, Cali-Kate's face is still enraged. Her focus now is the security guards but she is also giving Isabella several growls as well.

Isabella Santiago: Kate, just calm down and leave for now. You can come back next week and address the situation if you still-

Cali-Kate roars defiantly and breaks free and starts laying out each security guard in her path. One by one guards fall in a pile as the brawl continues. Unfortunately, Cali-Kate has seen red and it has blinded her to anything but targets. Cali-Kate is so busy dropping guards she doesn't notice Isabella approach hoping to calm Cali-Kate, but as she puts a hand on Kate's shoulder Kate swings wildly and cracks Isabella on the temple with a backhand strike. That might have been okay except Isabella is sent careening into a wall and lands against it with a sickening crack. Isabella falls limp.

Seth Ernst: OH SHIT!

Miranda Augustino: Mami, what have you done?!

A couple guards still standing rush to check Isabella. They confirm she's okay and signal for help. Kate stands where she was with the guards recovering around her. She growls again and huffs as she turns and walks away.

Seth Ernst: Well, our general manager is definitely out but appears to be okay. Is this normal here?

Miranda Augustino: Ah, well, it happens every now and then, but uh, that was a little more intense than usual.
We cut backstage to the locker room belonging to the NFW United States Champion, “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones. She’s dressed in a pair of black high heeled leather boots, a pair of skin tight black leather pants, her black Nightwish Imaginaerum T-shirt and her custom black leather jacket with “Unbreakable” embroidered on the back of it. She’s pacing back and forth with her cell phone in her hand in a way indicating that she has it on speaker to whomever she’s talking to.

Stacy Jones: I can’t do it, Ash...

Ashley Kenyon: Can’t do what, Stace?

Jones sighs as she continues pacing.

Stacy Jones: I was gonna call out Risa tonight for disrespecting Rynn’s name! But… Ash… tonight’s show is coming from a building built in memory of Risa’s parents.

Ashley Kenyon: So… incorporate that. Light her fucking ass up!

Stacy Jones: And make myself out to be a fucking hypocrite? To stoop to her level? I know what she did was wrong… and I’m just as angry as you are about it. I’ll call her ass out eventually… but not tonight… not in this building.

Ashley Kenyon: So he’s just gonna get off the hook for it?

The Unbreakable One shakes her head.

Stacy Jones: Hell no! I’ll make sure she realises that she fucked up. But think about it, Ash? If I go out there now, in this building? And I call her ass out for what she did? Not only am I gonna look like a fucking hypocrite but given what happened at the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament finals with that Zion invasion? How do you think others will take that?

Ashley Kenyon: ...fuck… that’s what Bethy would say too. I hate when y’all are right…

Stacy Jones: Well how about I make it up to you by buying you a drink? I’ll grab my shit and I’ll let Jen know that I’m heading out for a quick drink before heading home.

Ashley Kenyon: Alright, we’ll see if they can make it a Black Tooth Grin in honor of Rynn!

Jones nods and smiles.

Stacy Jones: Sounds good. I’ll see you soon.

The United States Champion ends the call and then places her phone into her pocket before grabbing her duffel bag and leaving the locker room as we cut elsewhere.

Yumi presents the Perseverance Championship to each of the four competitors before holding it up for the crowd and calling for the bell. Almost immediately, all four of the competitors walk to the center of the ring and they all eye each other up before Ana and Trixie look right at Griffin and go after him and start beating him down. They finally get Griffin down and Trixie pulls him to his feet and she delivers a lung blower to Griff and as he stumbles back to his feet, Ana delivers a superkick that drops him to the mat. Ana immediately goes for a cover, but Griffin gets a shoulder up at two. As this happens, Mayumi is on Trixie and takes her down to the mat. She uses the ropes and delivers a springboard moonsault on Trixie in the middle of the ring before Ana grabs Mayumi and hits her with a ripcord elbow smash that sends Mayumi out of the ring. Ana immediately scrambles for a cover on Trixie, but only manages a one count.

Ana picks Trixie up and sends her into the corner. Ana charges in and delivers a corner dropkick before snapmaring Trixie out of the corner and climbing to the middle rope and delivering a dropkick to the back and neck of Trixie. Trixie rolls out of the ring and Ana sees all three of her competitors on the outside and hits the ropes and delivers a springboard moonsault plancha to all three on the floor and takes them all out. Ana grabs Trixie and rolls her back into the ring. Ana once again climbs to the top rope and goes for a shooting star press, but Trixie is able to roll out of the way and Ana crashes right onto the mat. Trixie picks Ana up and delivers a rolling backhand and follows up with a double knee facebreaker before grabbing Ana and delivering The Jinx drop and hooking the leg and getting the three count.

Umi Toriyama: Ana Evansu ga haijo sa remashita!

Seth Ernst: And Ana Evans is the first eliminated!

Miranda Augustino: Whoa! Things are picking up here, Seth!

Trixie gets up to her feet as Griffin slides in from behind and rolls Trixie up and manages to get a two count. Trixie and Griffin both get up to their feet and Griffin delivers a chop to the chest of Trixie who returns with a forearm. The two exchange strikes in the middle of the ring and unbeknownst to them, Mayumi is perched up on the top rope. The two of them turn around and Mayumi launches herself and delivers a crossbody to both of them and takes theme down. Mayumi grabs Trixie and sends her into the ropes. Trixie rebounds and Mayumi delivers a slingblade to Trixie before she’s met with spear by Griffin. Mayumi clutches at her ribs and rolls to the ropes as Griffin picks Trixie up and delivers an atomic drop before hitting Griffin with a gutwrench suplex. As Trixie gets to her feet though, Mayumi delivers a Kawaii Cutter before climbing to the top rope and she delivers Final Flight MK2 and hooks the leg and gets the pin on Trixie.

Umi Toriyama: Trixie dekkā ga sakujosaremashita!

Seth Ernst: Mayumi Tanahashi has eliminated Trixie Decker!!

Miranda Augustino: It’s just her and Griffin, now!! We might have a new champion if she keeps this up!

Mayumi gets up to her feet as Griffin is in the corner, recovering and getting his wind back as Mayumi charges in and delivers a running, corner dropkick to Griffin. She pulls Griffin out of the corner and delivers a rope assisted tornado DDT. Mayumi immediately hooks the leg of Griffin, but only gets a two count. Mayumi sits Griffin up and hits the ropes as she goes for It’s Just MAGIC, but Griffin ducks the knee and grabs Mayumi and rolls her up for a two count. Mayumi gets to her feet and goes for a kick, but Griffin is able to catch the kick and get up to his feet. Griffin lowers the leg of Mayumi before delivering a discus forearm that rocks Mayumi and staggers her. Griffin then grabs Mayumi and delivers a Glam Slam before he climbs to the top rope and delivers Holy Diver and hooking the leg and picking up the win.


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, soshite soredemo NFW nintai-ryoku chanpion... Gurifin... Hōkinsu!!!

Seth Ernst: Man, what a match and what a main event!! A big night in Kyoto and Griffin Hawkins is walking out with the title still in hand!

Miranda Augustino: Saito Memorial Hall is loving it, Seth!! We couldn’t have asked for a better opening week!

Seth Ernst: Absolutely not, Miranda. I couldn’t have asked for a better first night on the job! Well folks, we hope you enjoyed tonight and we hope you’re ready for more because this is just the beginning of our Wrestle War Tour of Japan! We’ll see you next week in Hokkaido! Adios!