NFW Trauma #51! 11/06/2021!

Seth Ernst: Hello and welcome to NFW Trauma at Sendai Sun Plaza in the Miyagi Prefecture, Japan!

Miranda Augustino: Buckle up bitches! We’re about to kick this shit off, fast! I’m getting word that we’re already having to go backstage! Let’s turn it over to the cameras!

Coda vs ? ? ? ?

Right after the opening to the show rolls, the cameras move backstage where they find Coda roaming the halls. She moves slowly but deliberately, passing by staff members and other individuals. There’s even a few scattered roster members and that’s where Coda’s attention moves to. As the camera follows Coda, her head turns to the roster members, appearing to observe them. Finally, she settles on one face in particular and turns, slowly walking over to where Jimmy Bones sits on an equipment crate with his earbuds in, lightly bobbing his head to some music. When Coda walks up, Jimmy lifts his head and pulls one earbud now.

Coda: We will fight?

She asks curiously, watching him. The bottom of her face is covered by her medical mask but her eyes watch Jimmy with a childlike wonder.

Jimmy Bones: Huh? Oh...ummm...no, sorry, Coda. I’m not booked tonight.

Coda stops. She thinks about this for a second, then nods and turns, continuing her journey through the back. As she walks further on, a rather loud, obnoxious, offkey “LA LA LA LA LA LA LAAAAAA” is heard somewhere offscreen. Coda’s attention turns and we see her eyes narrow in annoyance. She makes a slow beeline for the source where she comes upon Frederick Williams of The Drama Club.

Frederick Williams: ♫DO RE MI FA SO LA TI D--♫

Frederick stops and looks to see Coda right up in his personal little bubble, just staring up at him.

Coda: We will fight?

Frederick gives a baffled look and looks Coda up and over.

Frederick Williams: Are you mad? I have an audition to prepare for at the New National Theater in Tokyo next week! Go bother someone else!

Coda stops again. She ponders these words then nods.

Coda: Good luck with your audition.

She says as she continues through the backstage area. Her body language is starting to look more restless as she finds the catering area. More superstars are seated at the tables, eating, conversing but Coda hones in on one in particular. This time, she doesn’t ask him. She tells him.

Coda: We will fight.

DJ From ATL looks up from where he’s fixing a plate at the table. He sees Coda and grins, sizing her up a bit while turning to face her full-on.

DJ From The ATL: Fight? Cutie pie, we don’t gotta fight. But if you wanna do a little wrestling...I can show you some of my moves….

Now, here’s where it gets fucked up: DJ reaches out, placing a hand on Coda’s side and slides it down her hip. He curves the hand in, moving it dangerously close to the Seoul Samurai’s ass when the stoic woman suddenly explodes into action, jerking forward and slamming her forehead right into his nose! There’s an audible crack as DJ drops his plate of food and grabs his face, staggering back. Offscreen we hear:

Nacho Grande: Now, you deserved that fucker!

Ding Dong Dos: Órale!!

Coda’s not stopping there, though. DJ From ATL has blood oozing through his fingers as he looks up with crimson smeared all over his nose and mouth. The camera pans around to Coda where we see she hit DJ so hard, a cut has opened up on her forehead. Blood trickles down the bridge of her nose as she rips her mask off; her cheeks puffed out angrily. She moves on DJ like a wolf on a wounded deer. Coda smashes his face into one of the catering tables, sending a burst of food everywhere. She clinches him behind his head and starts firing off forearms, rapid fire. Wrestlers in catering get out of their seats and back away from the unfolding carnage. Some call out for Coda to calm down. Others root for the ass whupping she’s putting on DJ. Coda pulls DJ into a suplex setup and Snap Suplexes him through one of the folding tables where people were eating. DJ cries out in pain, pathetically, as he’s driven down. Coda sits up and people start to move in and pull her away before the catering room doors are heard opening.

Isabella Santiago: There she is, go! Nobody touch her! It’s fine!

Coda looks up offscreen where the General Manager’s voice came from before rolling over DJ into a cover. Referee Antonio Leone appears in frame and drops down to count the pin.


DJ From ATL miraculously kicks out and shoves Coda off of him. He scrambles up to his feet and shoves past some roster members, running out to the doors that Isabella and Antonio came into. He turns to Isabella, grabbing onto the GM who retracts from the blood smearing on her suit jacket.

DJ From The ATL: Issy! You gotta stop her! She’s crazy!

DJ looks past the camera and his eyes go wide with horror.

DJ From The ATL: No no no no no no NOOO--!!

Whatever he sees, Isabella sees it too. She jerks back out of the way as DJ takes a SHOTGUN DROPKICK THROUGH THE DOORS!!!! Coda stares up at the ceiling after she lands and blinks aimlessly after landing hard on her ass on the solid floor.

Coda: Ouch….

That’s all we get out of her, though, as she gets up and grabs one of the folding chairs. She snaps it shut and moves through the doors in pursuit of her opponent…? Victim...? Prey…? We’ll go with prey.. DJ From ATL is on all fours, trying to crawl to safety. He’s making those exaggerated little huffs and grunts of discomfort and desperation as he seeks refuge from the storm that he clearly underestimated.

DJ From The ATL: Somebody...p-please...fucking...HELP ME!!!!

It’s all he gets out before Coda steps up beside his crawling body and starts laying into him with the steel chair. DJ goes down from the first shot but Coda doesn’t stop there. She keeps wailing on him, and wailing on him, and wailing on him. Coda continues beating on DJ with the chair for an uncomfortable amount of repetitions before tossing it aside. The man lies there, facedown, hardly moving at all, making pathetic little whimpers that can barely be heard. Coda studies him for a moment before rolling him over onto his back and plants her foot on the man’s chest. DJ lies there with his face twisted in pain as Referee Antonio Leone drops down and slaps the concrete floor.


Antonio Leone: Winner by pinfall! Coda!!

Coda removes her foot from DJ’s chest and stares down at the bloodied enhancement talent. There’s an unnerving look in her eyes as she just tilts her head to the side. Suddenly, she’s a lot calmer. It’s as if some of that pent up anger was expelled from her but there’s still that fire in her eyes as she looks up at the camera.

Coda: Hirata, Yuka…. We will fight.

Coda turns and starts walking away from the camera in that same, calm, almost aimless fashion.

Miranda Augustino: Holy shit. That might be the worst beating I’ve ever seen DJ take!

Seth Ernst: That might be the worst one I’ve seen anyone take, Mir! Coda is PISSED!!

Backstage, the cameras find Big Bubba Thompson, Cameron Worley and Shawn Worley, the Cornbread Mafia, standing next to Dakota Winters, preparing for an interview clip.

Dakota Winters: I’m here with the Cornbread Mafia, and in not too long, you will face the team of Mayumi Tanahashi and Lassindra Haliday. How do you anticipate the match playing out?

Cameron shrugs.

Cameron Worley: I on’ know, I mean, that Lassindra is a damn Amazon…

Shawn nods.

Shawn Worley: Yeah, she is!

Cameron Worley: And Mayumi is a really good complement to her, so this should be an interestin’ as hell pairing to face with! I mean, I don't think either of us can match Mayumi in quickness, and Lord knows how strong the Oncoming Storm really is.

Shawn chuckles.

Shawn Worley: She looks like she could go huntin’ firewood without a damn ax!

Cameron Worley: That means on paper, they should be a great combination, but we gotta see if that dog hunt!

Shawn Worley: Sho nuff!

Cameron Worley: Power AND quicks, sheeeit….

Shawn Worley: Sho damn nuff!

Cameron Worley: And it ain’t like we bringin’ Bubba in the ring with us. He just gonna be standin’ there watchin’!

Cass Baumer: And that’s the problem right there.

The outspoken Kiwi from Collision strolls into the shot with her hands in her pockets.

Cass Baumer: You three are incredible. Hell, Bubba here could challenge Damon Cross for the title tomorrow and push him to his limits if he wanted to! Maybe even win the whole thing! Instead, all you’ve been doing is standing around watching other people do what the frickin’ Cornbread Mafia oughta accomplish, y’know?

before brushing her blonde hair out of her eyes. Cameron frowns at her.

Cameron Worley: Whatchu mean by that, Miss Cass?

Cass Baumer: It’s like I said on social media the other day. With you three, Carmen, Reya, and a pissed off Jessica Matthews wielding Captain America’s Endgame shield on your side, you coulda took out the Children like blondie wanted before the Lucifer ritual even happened. Steve Rogers went toe-to-toe with Thanos with that thing, and all that stood in your way was a weaker unmasked former champion Anton. You guys told her to back off, though. You let the Mad Titan collect all six Infinity Stones to become the Fallen Angel.

Cameron Worley: Miss Cass, Carmen and Reya ain’t fighters. All we did was tell Miss Jessica that she shouldn’t try to go take down all of House Crowley all by her lonesome, shield or not. Didn’t wanna see nothin’ bad happen to her because she went into a gang fight without a gang. Them’s don’t tend to end well for the one with no gang on they side.

The Collision Aftershock hostess sighs then takes a step back.

Cass Baumer: What’s done is done. There’s no changing it. What happens now, though? You guys are gonna help Jess, yeah?

Cameron Worley: If she asks us, sure. But we ain’t know if she’s gonna. We ain’t know if she’s gonna keep tryin’ to pursue that fight or let Miss Kate just fight it out with Anton or what, ya know? Ain’t nobody ever asked us to be an army before, but that ain’t mean they never will, and we’d be ready if we get the call.

Cass nods, making sure to check her surroundings to spot a cameraperson recording the whole thing. That makes her smile gently. Then, she glances back at Cameron.

Cass Baumer: Well, I’m sure she’s watching. Maybe she got the message. Either way, good luck out there tonight. And whatever happens next, I feel like the people of Trauma would be well protected if left in the Cornbread Mafia’s hands.

Bubba grins and comes forward, picking Cass up into a big bear hug. Baumer comedically grunts in pain at the tight hug but accepts it by weakly hugging Bubba back.

Big Bubba Thompson: Thank you, Miss Cass!!!

Cameron watches as his cousin starts to jump up and down and pats him on the shoulder.

Cameron Worley: Bubba, Miss Cass ain’t no rag doll, please put her down.

Bubba quickly complies, looking suddenly and horrifically worried.

Big Bubba Thompson: I’m sorry, Bubba do bad?

Cass laughs just a little and puts a hand on the side of her abdomen.

Cass Baumer: You mighta cracked a rib, but it’s fine! Now go get ready. Lassindra and Mayumi are tough as hell, so you’ve gotta be prepared, aye?

Cameron smiles.

Cameron Worley: Come on, y’all, we got us a match to go wrestle now. We’ll see ya, Miss Cass. Miss Dakota.

The Cornbread Mafia walks off, heading for the entryway area.
The camera switches backstage where we see the respective members of the Super Bitch Squad and the First Class Bitches scattered throughout their private locker room. Kayako Kazama and Masami Nishikiyama are getting ready for their tag team main event tonight - Masami has a foot pressed to the wall, stretching out the leg while Kayako, with her kitty ear headset on appears to be doing a dance routine to whatever music is in her ears. (Insert what Isis and Jenn are doing here.) Then, there’s Yuka Hirata, sitting with her legs stretched out on a bench, with her phone in her hand. Black tank top, team themed track pants with her hair up in a bun as she makes little faces at her screen.

Yuka Hirata: Jōdandeshou… They’re dating?

Her attention is drawn away from her phone when Kaede Tanabe steps into frame, garbed in one of her finest suits as always, but the look on her face is anything else but pleasant. Yuka looks up at her childhood best friend, cracks the gum in her teeth and just blinks at her.

Yuka Hirata: Dō shita no?

Kaede Tanabe: Ano ne! I know you saw what just happened!

Yuka Hirata: Doko?

Yuka looks back to her phone and lazily taps away. Kaede rolls her eyes, shakes her head and grabs Yuka’s phone out of her hand, turning off the screen and tossing it over onto their little table in one swift motion. Yuka sits up straight and puts her feet on the floor.

Yuka Hirata: Hey! What the fuck, Kae?!

Kaede Tanabe: No! No! Stop! You need to shut up and listen to me! This crap you’re pulling with Coda has got to stop. You know damn well what that girl is capable of in the ring. You know how passionate she is. You know how she gets when she’s pushed. Look at what she just did to DJ!

Yuka makes a bewildered face and throws her shoulders up.

Yuka Hirata: Pfft! Fuck him! A low life, trailer trash, gaijin scrub like that got what he deserved! Kare ga tōchaku shite kara densha no naka de nan-ri no on'nanoko ga chikan sa rete iru nodarou ka!

We don’t get subtitles but whatever Yuka says, Kaede throws her hands up and covers her face for a moment. The crowd in the audience, as they’re in Japan, gives a collective “ohhhhhhhhh!!!”

Kaede Tanabe: Oh my fu--....okay, okay. You have a point, there. But, Yu-chan, c’mon. You’ve been wanting a fight. A real fight. A tough as nails opponent. Coda can be that fi--

Yuka shoots up from her seat on the bench and even dares to get right up in Kaede’s face.

Yuka Hirata: CODA’S A CRIPPLED FUCKING DOG!!

Everything in the room stops. Masami and Kayako look over in the background, the latter taking her headset off. Jenn and Isis look up and over as well. Kaede closes her eyes but doesn’t flinch or lean back. It’s like she knows Yuka’s not gonna go any further. As she seems to predict, Yuka calms down a bit and pushes her bangs out of her face.

Yuka Hirata: She’s a gimp. She’s weak. She’s broken. Santiago-sama should have never put it in her head that she could come here. She should have never booked her last week with her injury. I’m not gonna be the one who permanently retires the dumb bitch before she’s thirty.

Yuka says this with a thumb jab to herself. She then throws her hands up, walking past Kaede to grab her phone off the table.

Yuka Hirata: Fuck it. I’m not! Absolutely fucking not! Waste of my fucking time!

And the Red Wolf of the Chrysanthemum Shield storms out of the locker room, slamming the door so loudly that even Kaede flinches just a little bit. Kaede sits down on the bench and pinches the bridge of her nose.

Kaede Tanabe: Goddamn it….

After witnessing what just happened, ISIS decides she is going to walk over to join Kaede. She sits next to her on the bench.

ISIS: Is everything alright?

Kaede looks up, takes a deep breath and lets it out slowly.

Kaede Tanabe: I love that bitch to death. Love her like a sister. But this whole shit with her and Coda...something’s gotta give. Someone’s gonna get hurt.

ISIS: Preferably Coda.

ISIS smirks. Kaede thinks for a second. She makes an ehh face.

Kaede Tanabe: I can’t lie. I like Coda. She has fire. Obviously I fully support Yu-chan in a sanctioned match. The problem is, Yu-chan keeps antagonizing Coda and you saw what happened to DJ earlier.

Kaede shakes her head.

Kaede Tanabe: Nevermind that. You and Jenn!

She clasps her hands together and looks at the two ladies who collectively make up the First Class Bitches.

Kaede Tanabe: We need to get the message out. Remind a certain “dynasty” who the hell you are.

Kaede says, briefly looking at the camera as she mentions The Corvin Dynasty. Jenn, who had been standing behind Isis steps out from behind the muscle of this group. She has her book in hand as she opens it up and flips to a certain page and laughs to herself before closing it and tucking it under her arm.

Jenn Drew: I don't know who Caedes think they are. They ALL embarrassed me at the Finals Event. I've been getting embarrassed a lot here in NFW lately and frankly, it's starting to piss me off.

Jenn puts an arm around Isis, having to stand on her tiptoes just to reach the woman's shoulders and smiles at her.

Jenn Drew: I feel like that's started to turn around with you here in this family. You and I, Isis, we're going to be an unstoppable force here, I can just feel it. There's no situation you can't get us out of and we'll show these Corvins what's what.

Smiling with her usual sense of confidence and flare, Kaede nods and stands, smoothing out her skirt and jacket.

Kaede Tanabe: That’s right. That’s exactly right! Together, you girls are absolutely unstoppable. You two are going to show that to Caedes and you two--

Kaede turns, motioning to Masami and Kayako, prompting them to pause in their warmups and start walking over. Well...Kayako skips.

Kaede Tanabe: --are gonna show that to The Drakes tonight, when the Super Bitch Squad walks out of Sendai Sun Plaza with the NFW Tag Team Championships.

Kaede starts to turn again and remembers that Yuka has stormed out. For a second, she appears mournful. Regretful, even. She sighs a bit, before hardening her reserve again and the entire group of women turn towards the camera.

Kaede Tanabe: And together, we’ll show the world...that we may bend...we may waver...but the Chrysanthemum Shield...will never be broken….

Fade out.

Hayley Halsey vs. Asmodeus

The bell rings, the crowd’s on the edge of their seats, ready for this one to kick off and...we’re at a stalemate. Asmodeus looks ready to go but as Nigel Potter blows his whistle and calls for the two competitors to begin, Hayley Halsey stands back across the ring, just staring at the Demon of Temptation with eyes as wide as saucers. Asmodeus grins big under her facepaint and waves at Hayley, just wiggling her fingers at her, and motions for her to come on. Hayley looks at Referee Nigel to ask if she really has to wrestle...that. Nigel nods, chirping his whistle enthusiastically. Hayley looks at Asmodeus again who’s now hunched forward, looking for a chance to pounce. She licks her teeth, grinning maniacally as Hayley steps back against the ropes and shakes her head. She absolutely refuses to do this.

Hayley Halsey: I am NOT wrestling that! No! I demand Griffin Hawkins! He fucked me, so I’m gonna fuck him!

Some of the audience laugh at the poor choice of words. Referee Nigel chirps his whistle and goes wide eyed at Hayley. Even Asmodeus hears this and stops for a second. She starts to try and deduce what Hayley means and winds up looking like she’s having some inner conflict. Think Larry David in Curb Your Enthusiasm. Referee Nigel shakes his head, chirps his whistle and motions for the two to start wrestling. Asmodeus gets right back on track, waiting for Hayley to come at her but Hayley Halsey adamantly shakes her head, demanding the referee kick Asmodeus out of the match and make Griffin Hawkins come be her opponent. Finally, Nigel pulls his whistle out of his mouth and we hear him say - in a very thick British accent.

Nigel Potter: Right, listen ‘ere, love. I don’t book the bloody matches. I’m the official. Ms. Santiago booked ya for this one, so this is wot ya’ve got for the night. Now, let’s you two have a go and afterwards, ya can sort it out with the boss, yeah?

Hayley just stares at Nigel, absolutely befuddled.

Hayley Halsey: Are you even speaking English?! I didn’t understand a word you just said!

Referee Nigel just gives Hayley a bewildered look in return, sticks his whistle in his mouth and blows it again. Asmodeus postures up for a lockup again but Hayley Halsey shakes her head quickly and leans back through the ropes, preventing any contact. She looks down at ringside at Bianca, her intern.

Hayley Halsey: Bianca!!! Get your ass in here and fight this bitch!

Bianca: What?! I’m not a wrestler!

Hayley Halsey: You work for me! You do what I say!

Bianca: I’m not doing it!

Hayley Halsey: You want another beating?!

Bianca: Do your worst! She probably hits harder than you!

Hayley Halsey: Why you little--

Asmodeus finally loses her patience and in a guttural, demonic shrieking voice:

Asmodeus: FIGHT UUUUUSSSSSSS!!!!!

Hayley lets out a startled, terrified squeal and drop rolls out of the ring. Asmodeus runs and baseball slides right after her. Hayley jumps behind Bianca and shoves her at Asmodeus! Asmodeus catches Bianca by the arms and Bianca freezes as she’s face to face with the Demon of Temptation now. Hayley yells at Bianca to do something but Bianca is absolutely petrified. However, Asmodeus just smiles and pets Bianca’s face before very gently moving her aside and her focus goes to Hayley again. Hayley turns and hauls ass. Asmodeus gives chase and it’s a cat and mouse chase game around the outside of the ring. Finally, the four hooded Demons that accompanied Asmodeus to the ring step in and form a blockade to keep Hayley from continuing to flee. At the same time, Asmodeus stops just around the corner and dips under the apron. Hayley crawls back into the ring to get away from the Demons and looks around for Asmodeus but sees no sign of her. She goes to where she last tracked Asmodeus on her tail outside the ring and looks over the ropes, down at the floor for her. As Hayley searches, Asmodeus crawls out from under the ring on the other side and slides into the ring on her belly. Hayley starts backing up, grinning like she’s gotten rid of the Demon of Temptation...until she feels someone right behind her.

Hayley freezes and her eyes go wide as Asmodeus peeks over her shoulder. It’s like a horror movie where a victim knows the monster is right behind them and all they can do is say their prayers. Hayley’s not the praying type, it seems however, and she tries to run for the ropes. Asmodeus grabs her by the waist of her gear and pulls her into a rear waistlock, hitting a big German Suplex. Hayley lands hard on the mat as Asmodeus pops up and starts dishing out the kicks to the legs and sides. Hayley catches one leg finally and drives her elbow down into Asmodeus’ thigh. Asmodeus staggers back and Hayley starts digging in with the chops, knocking her back. She hits the ropes and comes back with a big double axe handle to the chest, knocking Asmodeus flat on her back. Hayley starts getting some courage up now until Asmodeus performs A Demon’s Ascension and rises from the mat with a demonic shriek. Hayley squeaks and waves her hands, completely unrattled. In a desperation move, she hits the ropes again and boots Asmodeus in the face, knocking her back again. Asmodeus performs A Demon’s Ascension again, causing Hayley to go wide eyed. She steps back and superkicks Asmodeus in the face, knocking her to the mat a third time. The fans hear the pop from the kick and react emphatically. To Hayley’s horror, Asmodeus, for a third time, rises and lets out a louder, demonic shriek. Hayley screams back at her but when she goes back to hit the ropes again, one of the Demons is standing on the apron. Hayley turns and runs for another side of the ring but a second Demon climbs up and blocks her path. She goes for a third but another Demon comes up onto the apron. Finally, the fourth Demon at ringside blocks the only other way out for Hayley to hit the ropes. Referee Nigel Potter starts chiding the Demons to get down off the apron as Asmodeus gets to her feet. Hayley spins around to try and clobber her again but Asmodeus hits The Mist (Green) right in Hayley’s face! Hayley rubs at her eyes, crying out before Asmodeus grabs her by the arm, twists under and hits The Crown of Horns (Eat-Defeat). The Demons drop off the apron as Asmodeus hooks the leg, making sure to lay back over Hayley’s face to hide the evidence and Nigel Potter drops down for the count.


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru ni yotte, yūwaku no akuma, Asumodeusu!!!

Seth Ernst: Well, that was certainly an interesting match, Mir! Umm….yeah.

Miranda Augustino: I don’t know what to think anymore….

Seth Ernst: Hey, you okay?

Miranda Augustino: I...I don’t know….

Daniel Murphy’s “The Devil Inside” rings through the arena as Asmodeus slowly gets to her feet and stands over her opponent. The four Demons that accompanied her enter the ring and come to stand by her. The lights flicker out, leaving the arena in pitch black for a moment before returning and Asmodeus, along with the Demons, are nowhere to be seen. Hayley Halsey starts getting up, rubbing the mist out of her eyes. Bianca tries to help her but Hayley gets a boo from the crowd as she grabs the bottle of water from her and just shoves the intern to the floor before pouring the water over her face as she storms up the walkway.

Backstage, we see Brea Lombardi in a recliner eating some chips, as she was munching away on some Doritos while leaning back with a smug look on her face, clearly irked by the disrespect Faye had shown to her after their match, as she would rudely eat her chips and talk about her fight previously.

Brea Lombardi "Well, here I am. You're all probably wondering, Brea, why aren't you in the ring right now? Well, to simply put things, I would, but… nah. Despite working in three different wrestling companies, providing an outlet for other performers to speak, and actually bringing some main event status to the main event, I just don't work hard enough."

She said, with a snarky tone, as she crunched on her bag of Doritos.

Brea Lombardi "So yeah, just me chilling out in Japan, enjoying the strange cuisine… still not sure what these Rodeezy Doritos taste like, but yeah…"


She said, before showing off the bag of chips to the camera. Brea would eat a chip, as she continued to speak.

Brea Lombardi "You know, Faye. I don't get your deal… how do you, who is handed opportunity after opportunity, have the audacity to say you work harder than… anyone. You aren't constantly running against the wind like I am. You're just a bullshitter charity case, and you stole my moment. So, I'll be watching and waiting for you to fail, just so you can steal someone else's opportunity yet again."

She said, moving the lever to kick back the footrest, as she unwinds from her busy schedule, as the camera fades to black.
The camera shifts from the ringside area to a backstage area. One of the many hallways somewhere in the bowels of the venue. It was however impossible to tell where exactly in the venue it was as one hallway looked like any other in the bowels of an arena. The only thing that seemed to set this one particular hallway apart from the others was the presence of a mass of candles, thousands of them all burning on the floor of the hallway leading down it.

The cameraman follows the candles to a door that slowly creaks open revealing the smiling face of the pink haired Asmodues who peers out with that innocent little smile and giggles motioning with a finger for the man to enter.

He’s been invited it seems.

The man who was once called Anton Crowley was seated in the center of the room but he looked...different. He wore a pair of sunglasses with upside down crosses on the lenses and was dressed unusually in all white.

Standing all around him were dozens of the black robed and hooded demons, all of them wearing the featureless black masks. Sariel stood on one side of the throne like chair that Anton was sitting on with Tia standing on the other. Maiko giggled again and danced back toward the throne and sat down on the right arm of it behind Sariel.

Sara reaches out and places a hand on the pink haired woman’s shoulder and the man once called Anton reaches out and puts a hand on her knee.

Lucifer: “There seems to be some confusion.”

The eyes behind the glasses looked from the pink haired girl and to the camera.

Lucifer: “A lot of you don’t seem to understand how this works, but I forgive you. You are after all...only human.”

Lucifer smirked a little smirk as The Harbinger, The Right hand and Mother all laughed softly.

Lucifer: “Anton Crowley no longer exists. He sacrificed himself for the greater good, much like Michael Rivers did once upon a time. Michael wanted to punish those who would prey on the innocent and Mr. Crowley? Well, he has a goal of his own and I have given it to him in exchange for this.”

Lucifer reaches out and plucks the lapel of his white top.

Lucifer: “It will all be explained in time. Once I am all settled in and can begin to build again. And speaking of building….”

Lucifer reaches up and takes the sunglasses between his fingers removing them.

Lucifer: “Risa.”

The room fell silent and all eyes turned to Lucifer.

Lucifer: “Risa simply did not fit into the plan for the future. Her loyalty was to Anton and Anton is no more. It was brought to my attention that she may waver and so? I removed her from the picture. It’s not personal, it just needed to happen.”

Lucifer leaned back in his chair and everyone else around him began to relax.

Lucifer: “So that only leaves one question then. What happens now? Where do Lord Lucifer and his children go from here?”

Lucifer smirked an all too familiar smirk that many had seen on the face of Michael Rivers once upon a time.

Lucifer: “Just wait and see.”

Kasey Kash vs. Trixie Decker

Kasey Kash and Trixie Decker were already in the ring, locked up in the middle. The two were fighting for control at the start of the match, and Trixie was able to slide into control with a quick, strong elbow to Kash’s stomach, taking the wind out of him for a few seconds. The pair separate after the elbow impact, and Trixie wastes no time in hitting Kasey with a standing dropkick, sending him back against the ropes behind him. As she gets to her feet, Decker charges towards the taller man, looking to send him out of the ring with a hard clothesline, but Kash moves out of the way causing Trixie to almost go over the ropes herself due to her personal momentum. She was able to stop herself just before going over, and as she turned around, Decker was met with a pissed-off-looking Kasey Kash who smirked at Trixie then grabbed her around the neck, hitting a rough snap suplex on the petite woman. Decker arched her back after it met the mat, the impact from it driving her up. Kash got to his feet, and he looked down at the woman who was getting to her feet as well. He wasted no time in whipping the woman into the turnbuckles, putting as much force behind it as he could to try and ensure that she wouldn’t be going anywhere. As her back hit the turnbuckles, Trixie cried out from the force and slumped down a little in the corner.

As Kash made his way to the corner to go after Decker again, her appearance made it seem like she was still reeling from the assaults on her back, and he went for a vicious chop, but Trixie quickly looked up with a grin and ducked out of the way, sending a quick, rough punch into the man’s lower back. She threw a few more hits, sending him into the corner instead, catching him off guard in the process. As he got into the corner and against the turnbuckle more, she went for a gutwrench suplex from the ring corner, slamming Kasey against the mat. As he got up, Decker grabbed Kash and threw him into the turnbuckle with all her might, giving the same impression that he had given earlier by trying to make sure that the impact kept Kash down for a minute. Trixie back up to the middle of the ring then ran at Kasey, moving to hit him with a monkey flip, but he was able to catch her and lifted her to his shoulders, moving out of the corner and slamming her down to the mat with a Samoan driver. He got back to his feet and moved back towards the corner, squatting down to wait for Trixie to start getting up. As she got up to her knees, he charged towards her, hitting her with a vicious Going the Distance. As Trixie crumpled to the mat, Kasey immediately pinned her. Desiree slid to the mat and began the pin count.


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru de, Rejidento no Kirainahito... Keishī Kasshu!

Miranda Augustino: The Resident Asshole picks another win, bitches!!

Seth Ernst: That he does, and it looks like he’s got something to say!

As the bell rings, Kasey Kash gets up holding his ribs, celebrating his victory for a second until JahJah gets in the ring and hands Kasey a microphone, Kasey grabs it, and through labored breaths, he begins to speak.

Kasey Kash: ...fuckin’ hell… wasn’t expecting that much of a fucking fight… but you know how it’ll always end now. Kasey Kash walking out with the goddamn… win. Now that I got your attention… let’s fucking talk...

Kasey starts pacing around the ring.

Kasey Kash: ...It’s been too goddamn long since I felt like I’ve gotten what I deserved in this fucking company… it’s been too goddamn long since I was properly fucking appreciated inside of this… fucking… company. So I’m here to make a fucking proposition, scratch that, I’m here to make a fucking demand.

Kasey stands there and looks directly down the camera, huffing and puffing.

Kasey Kash: ...FM Young… Effy… whatever the fuck you want me to call you. I’m calling you the FUUUCK out right now. So, there’s a couple ways we can do this, you can come on out and answer me, or I can go back there and find you.

Kasey would then sit in the center of the ring, legs crossed, awaiting a response.`

The opening guitar chords of Helix by Amaranthe ring out just beats later, and as the song swings into it’s proper shredding tone FM Young steps from behind the curtain. She’s dressed in civilian clothing not scheduled for anything but the usual fan meetings today. Still the NFW Traum Undisputed Championship is wrapped firmly around her chest like a bandoleer. The big woman takes her time strolling up to the ring, tapping her fists against her championship, stopping to touch hands with fans. Even so, there’s a look of quiet fury in her eyes, the dangerous kind that continues to shimmer below the surface. She gets to the ring and takes a microphone from one of the random ever present stage hands as her music fades out.

FM Young: Oi. Et, tu? It’s enough that I’ve got to deal with a block of lead with an attitude problem, and a sentient pile of red flags. Now there’s some tone-deaf wanna be rocker sliding into my mentions, all of them just desperate for my attention. My surrogate child comes back to me in terrible shape after her rebellion, and still all this fucking disrespect continues? I’m so fucking sick and tired of the likes of you small minded short sighted dipshits clawing at my coat tails because you can’t goddamn manage to get anywhere on your own. So. Kasey. Old friend. Cherished Student.

FM steps closer to Kasey, dwarfing him by a good bit with sheer presence. That look of just barely restrained anger getting thinner and thinner by the moment.

FM Young: I get lashing out, but whatever you want, say it quick because my temper’s gotten mighty short these days. On that note I’m going to ask you a question and I’m gonna put it in terms your Bogan Brain can understand. You. Fuckin. Wot. Mate?

Kasey laughs in her face, taking a stepping back for a second. Before stepping right back in hers.

Kasey Kash: Your temper’s gotten short? That’s tough. I couldn’t fucking care less. I’m sick and fucking tired of people like you overlooking me. You did it back in OATH, you’ve done it here. I’m tired of it. I’m tired of always being the after thought, and not THE thought, like I have deserved after putting my body on the line, again… and again… and again, I’ve been here for years here, I’m not in the fucking mood right now to be hearing about you bitching, and bitching, and bitching about people asking for a match, so you know what? I don’t give a fuck about anyone else. I’m here right now doing what no one else seems to have the fucking balls to do. I want, nay, deserve… a shot at you, and your fucking belt.

Kasey puts his arm down by his side, staring bullets at the person he called a friend for the longest time, knowing exactly what this is gonna do to that friendship, and not giving a single fuck.

FM Young: Me? Holding you down? Boy, I hand picked you and you tried your damnest to get over on a shifty pin. You took that match because you thought you’d get one over on me and when you didn’t, because I was damn serious about it being real. You got angry. Now your back, claiming I’m holding you down here too? You want a shot? Tell me, you were in the Guardian’s of the pyramid. You tell me what happened. I’ll wait.

FM pulls her mic away from her face and shrugs.

Kasey Kash: What happened in that match? What happened in that match was me giving my fucking all in a matchtype that I threw together last fucking minute, after seeing a guy from my past that I haven’t seen since the day my father got put in the ground, it was a tought day for me, Ef… but that’s in the past now so if you wanna try and talk shit with the baddest motherfucker on this goddamn mic you’ll need something better than me losing in a fucking deathmatch, which, might I add, you almost fucking lost in that match too. The only reason you are standing there right now as the Undisputed Champion, is because of me, because I put Anton through fucking hell, nearly pinning him, then going through a glass fucking table... and then you just waltzed in, and got yourself the title… and that fucking eats you up, doesn’t it? The fact you didn’t win it in a singles match, where you both had just as much chance of winning it hurts you, because you get the people calling you a paper champion on the internet, well guess what, Effy. I’m standing here, right fucking now and telling you, to your face. You’re a paper champion.

The typically affable woman often known as Effy finally just. Snaps. She just finally seems completely done. The mic drops just seconds before Kasey’s response is a kick to the gut. Effy steps back and kicks Kasey again to send him into the ropes to start up the pop up of the Human Error Processor. Kasey’s got instincts though and once he’s in the air, he twists himself around while extending his legs turning the move into a hurricanrana that tosses Effy almost cleanly out of the ring. Kasey lands, and rushes to the other side of the ring, he leaps up for a suicide dive. Kasey goes soaring out of the ring only to meet the rough block soles of the combat boots the champion is wearing ribs first. The resident asshole goes flopping back wheezing and holding his chest like a fish that had a rude awakening via out of water experience.

FM jumps to her feet with a kip up and proceeds to continue the Kasey Kash rib abuse session by landing a few crushing shin kicks to his midsection. All the while she’s just sort of growling rumbling under her breath with the occasional loud grunt of excursion. Kasey finally gets pushed back against the ring enough that he’s able to reach under and paw around blindly, finding a handful of those huge ring securing bolts and pitching them up in the general direction of FM’s face in self defense. FM eats several large bolts to the face and neck, she about gets her arm up to deflect the brunt of the damage, but her nose is bloodied and she’s really screaming now. In that rage fueled nose stuffed sort of way, continuing on his offense Kasey’s up and leaping onto the Champion again. He crashes them both into the barrier and repeats this action several times using his shoulder to drive FM back into the steel railing a few times.

FM raises a knee and jams it into Kasey’s face hard enough to back him off, by the time she rallies and grabs him again security is pouring into the area, pulling the two still screaming competitors apart as they claw to get back toward each other.
Mayumi Tanahashi: I can’t believe I have to team with big... blonde... BITCH!

In the locker room of the Tanahashi siblings, Mayumi paces back and forth while Minoru just chuckles

Minoru Tanahashi: May May, calm down. I honestly don’t know what your problem is with Lass.

Mayumi spins around and stares him down for a few seconds before she crosses her arms over her bright blue top, opting for the sky blue and gold look tonight.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Have you forgot what she did? She embarrassed you. She humiliated you, she broke your heart and didn’t even think twice about it.

There’s a short sigh from Minoru than a shake of the head before he stands up.

Minoru Tanahashi: No I didn’t forget. I was there, I was the one it happened to. Sure it sucked and yes it was embarrassing for sure. After a bit of time, a lot of drinking, and more strippers than I care to admit, I got over things. I’m fine. I moved on and both of us are with who we should be with. Just give her a chance. Who cares if you get along with each other, just work together. Hell, you and Isis get along just fine and you two did not do great out there.

Mayumi is again staring her brother down as she fumes, arms still crossed over her chest.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Fine, I’ll go out there and work with her and win. I’m not gonna lose this match.

Minoru Tanahashi: I still don’t get why you even put her on the little wheel thing anyway. Her or Risa or quite a few others honestly. Even Isis shouldn’t have really been on there since she and Jenn are teaming up. Why didn’t you just ask me?

It’s now Mayumi’s turn to sigh as she uncrosses her arms and plops down on the couch beside her brother.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Well you were wanting to do the whole singles wrestler thing. Win the tournament, main event the Tokyo dome, win the title in front of mom and dad and uncle Tomo, and everybody else.

Minoru Tanahashi: Yea… That really worked out how I planned it. I don’t even know what I’m doing right now. I mean I know what I want to do. I just don’t know how the hell to make it happen without being a little bit of a dick.

Mayumi Tanahashi: So than be a dick. Lots of other people in this company and plenty of others do it.

Minoru doesn’t say anything for a bit. He just slides his fingers back and forth on the right side of his skull.

Minoru Tanahashi: I wanted to earn my WrestleWar match. I didn’t win the tournament, I wasn’t even in the ladder match, one champion was in a different group and the other, well not only did she beat me, but that backstabbing bitch beat her and made shit personal and… FUCK!

Minoru jumps up to his feet and shakes his head.

Minoru Tanahashi: I’m not done with her, I haven’t forgiven her, and I ain’t moving on until I get some god damn payback. If I gotta step in the middle of things, bully my way into that match, and fight a friend at the same time, so fucking be it. I’m going to get myself a United States Title match and I’m going to win it. Minoru For President.

He nods emphatically before quickly leaving the room as well as leaving Mayumi a bit dumbfounded.

Mayumi Tanahashi: President? What? You don’t get to be President. Why am I talking to myself? I need to worry about this match. The big blonde bitch is pretty strong, maybe we can do some cool stuff.

Mayumi hops up off the couch and finishes getting prepped for her upcoming match.

Mayumi Tanahashi & Lassindra Haliday vs. The Cornbread Mafia

No argument about who is starting this time as Mayumi lets the powerhouse begin. Lass walks right to the middle of the ring to meet Shawn Worley, The Oncoming Storm standing just slightly taller as they lock up and Las shows that power by shoving him straight back onto his ass. Shawn gets up and comes in with a shoulder tackle, but Lass stands tall and sends him right back down. Shawn is again right back up and again he charges in, this time with a clothesline. Lass ducks it, slips behind Worley and hits a big belly-to-back suplex. Shawn rolls to his corner and tags in his brother. Cameron connects with a clothesline that staggers Lass, and he follows up with a few hard punches before he whips Lass into the corner. Corner clothesline attempt and all Cameron gets is a boot to the face. Lass follows with a clothesline of her own, then a few hard chops as Cameron gets to his feet. Lass looks to her corner where Mayumi is sort of cheering her partner on. Lass sends Cameron into the corner and her clothesline lands. Mayumi tags herself in as Lass steps back, allows Cameron to come towards her, and then brings him up for a big running powerslam. As Lass drives Cameron down, Mayumi hits the ropes and comes in. Lass rolls off and pushes Cameron up to allow Mayumi to connect with It’s Just Magic. Mayumi makes the cover


Mayumi is a little surprised, but she doesn’t argue. She brings Cameron up and hits an enziguri to rattle him a bit before she tries a snap suplex. It’s of course blocked and Mayumi is hit with one from Cameron. Cameron follows with a quick elbow drop and a cover for a 2 count. Mayumi is brought up and hit with a few hard chops before Cameron sends her into the Cornbread Mafia corner. A quick tag a double hip toss and kicks to the back and chest put Mayumi down and allow Shawn to make the cover for another 2 count. Another whip into the corner, another tag, and this time there’s a drop toe hold from Shawn followed by an elbow drop from Cameron and another 2 count. Once more Mayumi is brought to her feet, sent into the corner and the Cornbread Mafia is putting on a tag team clinic as they hit a double arm drag to the sky child. No cover this time, just another pickup and a whip into the corner. Shawn hits the corner clothesline this time, tag is made as Lass tries to come in, but is stopped by Thurgood Jackson. Those few seconds allow Cornbread Mafia to get set and they connect with The Deer Killer. Cameron makes the cover
Signature move from Cornbread Mafia on Mayumi


Lass breaks things up to save the match for her team and she delivers a hard right hand to Shawn as he comes in. Mayumi rolls to the ropes and slowly gets up as Cameron gets to his feet, whips her across the ropes, and goes back to the clothesline well, really leaning on the fundamental move. Mayumi ducks it, hits the ropes again, and delivers a hurricanrana. Mayumi hits a big corkscrew neckbreaker, then covers and gets a 2 count. Mayumi hits a flying headscissors that sends Shawn into the cover and now she makes the tag. It’s a double hip toss and then Mayumi hits a dropkick to the back while Lass hits Shawn with a running penalty kick. Lass makes the cover and it’s another 2 count for the makeshift team. Lass pulls Shawn up and delivers a big exploder suplex, turnings towards her corner as she sends him up and over. Mayumi is tagged back in, but then Lass quickly tags herself back in and tells Mayumi to go to the outside for her dropkick. Mayumi nods as Lass sets for a Dragon suplex and Mayumi jumps up for Sukaihōkī. The addition of the big springboard dropkick gives the suplex some extra oomph and Lass’ bridge is absolutely perfect


Cameron is in there to break up the pin and Mayumi quickly comes in to hit him with a running forearm as Shawn slowly gets to his feet. The Worley’s regroup and all four competitors are throwing forearms now. Lass gets the better of Cameron while Shawn has Mayumi until she ducks one and hits a dropkick that sends him to the outside right as Lass sends Cameron to the floor with a massive lariat. As Thurgood Jackson is trying to restore order, Mayumi looks outside, grabs Lass’s shoulder, and spins her around. It looks like this makeshift team may be done until the Sky Child yells “throw me on them”. Lass looks at her for a second, then brings her partner up into the military press positions, runs a bit, and tosses Mayumi over the top rope to the outside where she delivers a beautiful crossbody that takes out both Worley’s. Mayumi pops up to her feet and the crowd is quick to cheer her on. Mayumi brings Shawn up and sends him back into the ring. Lass is set for something big when she hears a thud and looks to the other side of the ring to see Cameron Worley had tossed Mayumi into the nearest post. This allowed Shawn to surprise Lassindra with a sleeper hold. The country boy didn’t look for a submission though, instead, he jumped up and slammed Lass down with a sleeper slam. Shawn is finally able to tag in his brother and though it takes a little more effort than expected, they connect with the Death Sentence. Cameron makes the cover


Mayumi is there at the very last second to break up the pin and once again the fight is on. More forearms from all four, though Mayumi doesn’t have nearly as much on hers. Mayumi is taken down by Shawn as Lass connects with a couple of quick boxing blows to the body of Cameron before surprising him with a spinning backfist that completely rocks him. Shawn runs in to help his brother, but Lass ducks his sloppy wild Superman punch attempt and when he comes back he’s treated to a bit of Drago's Revenge, and he is out. Mayumi has rolled back to her team’s corner. Mayumi motions for Lass to tag her in then points to Cameron and does a spinning motion, then whispers something to her, Lass shrugs as Mayumi hits Cameron with an enziguri and a tornado DDT to keep him down before she tags Lass right back in. Lass grabs Cameron as he’s on the mat and starts in on the giant swing, looking to get him with The Moonshot. As Lass moves for the wheelbarrow German, Mayumi hops inside, uses the middle rope to springboard, and connects with the Kawai Kutter as Lasst hits a wheelbarrow facebuster instead. Lass rolls into the cover as Mayumi takes Shawn right back down to the floor with a tope suicida.


Umi Toriyama: Pinfōru no kekka to shite no anata no shōsha, Tanahashi Mayumi to rasshindora haridē.

Seth Ernst: Wow, the unlikely team picks up a big win and there was some surprisingly good team work from them.

Miranda Augustino: I think maybe that animosity spurned them on. Neither wanted to be the one who cost the team the win and it lead to them coming up with some nice double-team moves.

Seth Ernst: Personally I hope this isn’t the last we see of them. Cornbread Mafia are a great team, an established team and they really brought the fight tonight, so this is a huge win for Mayumi and Lassindra.

The fans are cheering and clapping for the winners as Thurgood Jackson raises their hands in victory. Mayumi and Lass don’t hug or shake hands or anything though, both just celebrating on their own. Cameron and Shawn are back to their feet now, both holding their necks in pain as Mayumi turns to them and gives a very polite bow to the Cornbread Mafia. Lass isn’t quite as nice though. The Oncoming Storm just brushes past Cameron and Shawn as she makes her exit while Mayumi is still enjoying the cheers from her fellow countrymen.

We cut backstage to find Dakota Winters standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on her face.

Dakota Winters: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, she is the United States Champion, “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones!

The camera pans out a little to reveal Stacy Jones dressed in her usual non-wrestling attire with her championship belt proudly resting over her shoulder.

Dakota Winters: Stacy, it’s been quite the emotional rollercoaster for you lately, which was why you requested an interview tonight…

The Unbreakable One nods.

Dakota Winters: ...and I would have to guess it’s regarding Risa Jackson? After all, last week you called her out regarding your match against one another during the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament where you claim that she disrespected the memory of your late friend and Mayhem sister, Aerynn Maguire…

Again, the champion nods.

Dakota Winters: ...as a result, it appears that you two now have a match at WrestleWar where your United States Championship will be on the line, so… with all of that said… what’s going through your mind right now?

Jones lets out a short, fake chuckle as she briefly glances to the floor before looking back up to Winters.

Stacy Jones: That’s a loaded question…

She pauses, stroking her free hand through her hair.

Stacy Jones: After recent events… I feel sorry for Risa… like, I genuinely feel for her because deep down? I still care about her. When I consider someone a friend? When I consider them to be a brother or sister? I don’t just throw that away like it meant nothing to me, you know?

The interviewer nods.

Stacy Jones: I feel like… I feel like Risa’s lost. She felt like the Super Tiger persona was holding her back… and because of how things were going for her professionally? She believed that those who were closest to her… me being one of those people… that we were lying to her when we would say things would get better…

The Unbreakable One adjusts her title a little.

Stacy Jones: ...and then she listened to the wrong people. A different Risa Jackson emerged and she thought that was the answer. And then they cast her out. She was cast out by the family she abandoned her real family for.

She looks up for a moment, pausing again.

Stacy Jones: Let me tell you a story, Dakota. A few years ago… I was in a dark place personally. I couldn’t see my children. I was doing damaging things to my body. I was lost. And… it started to affect my professional career and I went a year and a half without winning a match. It was horrible. It was the worst thing imaginable and… I almost quit the business because of it.

Emotion begins to take over the champion as the painful memories flood back.

Stacy Jones: There… was an incident… which I’m not going to go into detail about but I ended up in hospital and… well let’s just say I’m lucky to be here today. So I took some time away to recover… both physically and mentally. I worked to make myself better, cut out the bad shit I was hurting my body with… I was able to get my kids back… and then I returned to the ring and I almost won the World Heavyweight Championship in just my third match back.

She lets out a relieved sigh.

Stacy Jones: The point I’m trying to make is… if you’re in a dark place… and it’s affecting you in every way possible, both personally and professionally? First and foremost, there is always someone you can talk to… but you’ve also got to look inside yourself and figure out what’s wrong. You’ve gotta cut out the bad shit… but you’ve also gotta want to do it. You’ve gotta put in the work to get to where you wanna be. And I believe that’s what Risa needs to do.

Dakota Winters: I see. And do you believe she can?

Jones nods.

Stacy Jones: I believe anyone can. And everyone is different. Sometimes it can take a long time… sometimes it doesn’t. And personally? I hope she can before our match at WrestleWar because when Risa Jackson is at her best? Whether she’s Super Tiger or Risa Jackson? When that woman is at her best? She is one of the best damn wrestlers on the planet! And I want to face that at WrestleWar. I want to face the best of the best when they’re at the top of their game.

The Unbreakable One then turns to the camera.

Stacy Jones: But it’s up to you, Risa... to make sure that happens.

The champion then shrugs before she disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.
The scene comes up backstage focused on one of the tag team belts slung over the shoulder of Torian Drake. The camera zooms out to reveal Dylan Drake standing with him. Both brothers smirk at the camera

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

The audience gives a roar to the tron as the Drakes listen out to the camera. Torian nods and turns to the camera.

Torian Drake: Watashitachi wa jūbun ni nintaidzuyoku torikunde kimashita. Watashitachiha tōnamento o matanakereba narimasendeshita. Yoyaku o matanakereba narimasendeshita. Soshite ima, watashitachi wa naze watashitachi ga tagguchīmu no chanpiondearu ka o mōichido shōmei suru chansu ga arimasu. Koko ni tadoritsuku made no michinorideshitaga, ima dewa mukuwa rerudeshou.

The audience gives another cheer of approval.

Torian Drake: Watashitachiha kyōsō suru tame ni koko ni kimashita, soshite watashitachi wa sore o daijōbu ni shite imasu. Moto chanpion no katachi de, sūpābitchi buntai. Kore ga kantan ni naru to wa iimasenga, junbi o susumete imasu. Watashitachi wa kono ringu ni modoru no ni totemo uete imasu. Kono chansu o sokonau koto wa arimasen. This may be your home SBS, but I am adopted in this country too. I will be fighting with all my heart.

Torian takes a step back and lets Dylan forward.

Dylan Drake: Tonight we face one of the toughest challenges, but we will be ready. As the tag team champs we must be. We extend honor to both Kayako and Masami, but we have no intention of letting you beat us tonight.

Dylan looks straight at the camera.

Dylan Drake: Tonight we fight for our home as much as you do. Tonight we fight for our legacy as much as you do. But you don't fight with the same heart we do. We fight as family and for family.

Torian steps up one more time.

Torian Drake: Anata no kizuna wa tsuyoidesuga, watashitachi no kyōdai ai hodo tsuyoku wa arimasen. Watashitachiha kachimasu, soreha yakusokudesu. Hitotsu no kokoro to shite tatakau!

Dylan Drake: Win with one heart!

The brothers put their belts together in front of them. The camera zooms in on the belts before the scene fades out.

Vanita Thompson vs. Nova Juaquin

As the bell sounds, Nova and Vanita move in and lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Nova kicks at Vanita’s knee and then takes a side headlock. Vanita shoots her off and then goes to follow her into the ropes. Nova tumbles under her outstretched arm and then gets a scoop slam. Vanita hits hard and Nova drops an elbow. She holds for the cover.

Vanita kicks out.

Nova takes the side headlock again on the mat. Vanita rolls her over into a pin position.

Nova rolls out of it.

Nova sits back and grins, almost giddily giggling at the idea that Vanta could have pinned her that way. Vanita tries to roll her back over again and Nova pulls tighter on the hold. Vanita throws her legs up and rolls Nova over into a cradle.

Nova kicks out.

Both competitors get to their feet and Vanita hits a clothesline that drops Nova to the mat. Vanta jumps on top to try and rain punches down but Nova cradles her out of it.

Vanita kicks out.

As they get up, Nova catches Vanita for the Knife in the Back, holding for the cover.

Vanita gets a shoulder up.

Nova pounds the mat in frustration and then goes to pull Vanita up. Vanita turns into a backslide.

Nova kicks out.

Vanita uses the ropes to pull herself up while Nova staggers up as well. Vanita turns and snaps off the Shadow Seeker. Nova goes down and Vanita covers.

Nova gets a shoulder up.

Vanita pulls herself up again. As Nova gets up to her knees, Vanita runs over and hits her with Entropy. Nova goes down like she’s been shot. Vanita pulls her up and gets the double underhooks. She nods and hits Divine Intervention. Vanita covers, hooking the leg.


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru, Sōsaresu, Banita Tonpuson!

Seth Ernst: And The Sorceress is on a hot streak upon her NFW return!

Miranda Augustino: Another win here and a title over in Zion! Looks like she found her way!!


Viola Mancini "Isabella, I'm disappointed in your loss to the rednecks. Granted, that much weight squishing you, I can't fault you too much. Besides, there's much bigger issues to deal with… firstly, there's my fight against Cherry. It's time someone puts that disgusting dog down. And you two shall observe… I'm afraid you may have lost your edge, failing me against the Cornbread Mafia."

Camila Morricone "We won't let you down like that again, Viola. And, Cherry runs her mouth too much… you should put her down easy."

Viola smiled, as she looked back at Isabella, who would touch her forearm out of guilt.

Viola Mancini "I will put her down, though, it won't be easy. Cherry is like a cockroach, and doesn't die easily. But, she will go down… as for the other bit of business…"

She said, as Isabella brandished a rage to reach over and gag the cameraguy, as we have a haunting view through the lens.

Isabella Terrano "We know you've been skimming money from us, ya dirty rat bastard!"

She said, as Viola would toss the camera back to Camila, as she puts the cap over the lens as only the audio is heard briefly.

Camila Morricone "Yeah! No one crosses us!"

Viola Mancini "Don't worry, you won't be the one suffering the most, tonight."

Viola said maliciously, as the audio was cut briefly.

Winner Will Captain A Team For War Ensemble

Cherry Addams vs. Viola Mancini

The bell sounds and as the two ladies circle the ring, Viola is seen talking trash to Cherry who just has a grin on her face before charging in and driving Viola into the corner. She delivers a series of shoulders to the midsection of Viola before getting a running start and delivering a corner splash. She pulls Viola out of the corner and goes for a cover, only getting a two count. Cherry picks Viola up and delivers a series of European uppercuts before she picks Viola up and delivers a brainbuster. Cherry picks Viola up and sends her into the ropes. Viola grabs onto the top rope and immediately pulls herself to the floor. Viola walks around the outside of the ring and Cherry slips out on the opposite side and charges around the ring and takes Viola down with a spear. She picks Viola up and drives her back into the ring apron before delivering a flatliner on the floor. Cherry picks Viola up and rolls her into the ring. Cherry grabs Viola and brings her up to her shoulders. Viola manages to slip out and as Cherry turns around, Viola delivers a poke to the eyes.

As Cherry rubs her eyes, Viola delivers a Thesz Press before delivering a series of forearms to Cherry. Viola then begins stomping away at Cherry before picking her up and delivering a high angle back suplex. Viola immediately hooks the leg and goes for the cover, but Cherry kicks out at two. Viola picks Cherry up and sends her into the corner. Viola charges in and delivers a running clothesline followed up by a bulldog out of the corner. Viola picks Cherry up again, but as she does, Cherry delivers a discus forearm that staggers Viola, but once again, Viola rakes the eyes of Cherry before hitting the ropes behind Cherry and delivering a chop block. Viola then hits the ropes once again and delivers Concrete Stiletto before hooking the leg and picking up the win.


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru de, Vu~iora Mancini!

Seth Ernst: Viola Mancini takes the win and the second captain spot for War Ensemble!!

Miranda Augustino: Gotta wonder who she and Faye are gonna pick for their teams, Seth!

Seth Ernst: We’ll find out, soon enough!

The view fades to see Faye Brown sitting on a couch, seething over what happened to her in Zion. The view pans over to see a female Logan Bailey sitting opposite Faye on that same couch, also seething over what happened to her in Blazenwing. Finally, the view pans to a wide shot of the two, sitting basically parallel with one another: with a fist to their cheek and their legs crossed.

Faye Brown: "Nothing like being screwed over by someone not advertised or booked, costing you a potential world title."

Logan Bailey: "Nothing like transforming into a girl mid-match and getting kneed in the back of the head, costing you a potential world title."

Faye Brown: "Yep..."

Logan Bailey: "Mm-hm..."

Faye Brown: "Hey, though, guess what."

Logan Bailey: "At least you're a captain. And it's my birthday, yep..."

With a nod to the first part, Brown pulls out a laptop and begins to type.

Logan Bailey: "Oh god, what are you searching up?"

Faye Brown: "You'll see..."

With that, the laptop begins playing a dancy-sounding song.

Laptop: "Rats, rats, we are the rats, celebrate another wanna birthday bash. MICHAEL it's your birthday today. Cake and ice cream is on it's way! And MICHAEL is such a good boy this year, open up your gifts while we all cheer!"

Logan Bailey: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MICHAEL! I dunno, that's not really doin' it for me."

All of a sudden, the door flies open as the song enters an immediate reprise. In walks a bunch of the NFW Trauma talent, all singing to that very song. Specifically, Ami Fitzsimmons in a rat mask pushes a cart of cake and ice cream, among others. We'd say more people, but we couldn't quite get the rights this time around.

Group: "Rats, rats, we are the rats, celebrate another wanna birthday bash. LOGAN it's your birthday today. Cake and ice cream is on it's way! And LOGAN is such a good boy this year, open up your gifts while we all cheer! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOGAN!"

Logan Bailey: "Aw, you're serious!"

But before Logan can happily continue, Faye's already up in a rat mask with the rest of the group dancing. Logan simply looks at the group and blinks a couple times before one of the group puts a birthday hat on Bailey's head. The look on Logan's face is one of "what have I gotten myself into?"

Group: "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, LOGAN!"

The camera starts getting in on the action before the view fades away on Logan's "jesus christ how horrifying" face.

S.B.S vs. The Brothers Drake

Torian starts out with Kayako, who just grins and giggles at him. Torian goes to lock up with her and Kayako tumbles back and tags in Masami. The girls spend the next few minutes luring Torian into the corner where they work him over, each taking a turn as they seek their own individual brand of enjoyment from the match. They hit stereo superkicks and Kayako covers.

Torian kicks out.

Kayako quickly tags in Masami. Masami takes a rolling cradle on Torian.

Torian kicks out.

Masami tags Kayako back in. They look for stereo superkicks again but Torian spins away and lands himself in the ropes. He comes out looking for a double clothesline but the girls both hook his arms and swing up, Kayako on his back, Masami for a ddt. Maami rolls away while Kayako rolls Torian into a crucifix pin.

Torian gets a shoulder up.

SBS work him over some more before trying to set up for Catching Blossoms. Torian moves and Kayako lands on her feet. Torian clotheslines her down and then goes to his corner. Dylan makes the tag and comes in like a house of fire, blasting both SBS members repeatedly before trying for a powerslam and pin on Kayako.

Masami makes the save.

Dylan swings at her but misses and allows SBS to hit him with stereo superkicks, not once, not twice, but three times. Dylan tumbles down face first on the mat and Kayako goes for a pin.

Torian breaks it up.

Kayako tags in Masami and SBS kicks Dylan until he’s in the corner and they are able to go All Aboard The Bitch Train! Dylan tumbles to the mat and Maami covers him.

Dylan gets a foot on the ropes.

Masami plls him away from the ropes and Kayako goes up top. Masami tags her in and she goes for It’s Blossom Season! Dylan moves and Kayako lands on her feet again. Dylan gets up and runs her over with a big clothesline. He makes his way over and tags in Torian. Torian comes in and knocks Masami off the apron. Torian motions and Dylan gets Kayako up. The Brothers Drake hit Notorious Dragon and Torian covers.


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu. Pinfōru de, soshite ima demo NFW taguchīmuchanpion no Diran to Torian, Burazāzu Doreikudesu!

Seth Ernst: The Brothers Drake retain the tag team gold again!

Miranda Augustino: And the Super Bitches do not look happy, Seth!

Kaede Tanabe rushes around to collect Kayako Kazama as she comes out of the ring, holding her head and whining. Masami recovers and joins her teammate and manager as they make their way up the walkway towards the back. The Drakes continue playing up to the Sendai Sun Plaza crowd as the show goes off the air.

Seth Ernst: For Miranda Augustino, I’m Seth Ernst! So long everyone!