NFW Trauma #53! 11/20/2021!

Hayley Halsey vs. Diamond Steele

Referee Ashley Campbell pats down both competitors and then calls for the bell and the match is underway. The two circle one another and they’re about to lock up when Halsey hits the mat and rolls out of the ring, causing the fans to boo.Campbell tells Halsey to get back into the ring, but the self-proclaimed “Chosen One” waves her off as she makes her way around the ring.

Steele has finally had enough and slides out of the ring and begins to chase after her and after doing a full lap around the ring, Halsey slides back into the ring and so does Steele which allows Halsey to put the boots to the downed “Diamond”. As she continues putting the boots to Steele, Halsey grabs hold of the top rope and this forces the official to step in and begin the five count, and Halsey stops just before the count of five.

Halsey puts her arms up in defense and begins to mouth off at Campbell who gives her a verbal warning, and while this is happening, Steele is getting to her feet and she is pissed! She makes a beeline for Halsey who quickly backs herself up into the ropes and points at her while yelling at the official to get Steele back and away from her.

Steele badly wants to get her hands on Halsey to the point where Campbell has to physically hold her back, and so Halsey uses this opportunity with the referee distracted, to poke Steele in the eyes. As Steele turns her back to Halsey, clutching her eyes, the “Chosen One” nails her with a neckbreaker and follows up with a quick cover.


Halsey scowls at the official before she begins to wail on Steele with some hard rights and elbow shots all while screaming at her that she’s better than her. Eventually Halsey gets to her feet and waits for Steele to get to her feet, once she does, Halsey springboards off the ropes but is met with a spinning heel kick, dropping Halsey to the mat and Steele goes for a cover of her own.


Steele gets to her feet and grabs a handful of Halsey’s hair, ignoring the warnings from Campbell as she drags her over to the corner and slams her head first into the turnbuckle pad. With Halsey propped up against the turnbuckle, Steele nonchalantly walks over to the opposite corner of the ring, taking her time as she gloats over being in control. Eventually, she turns back around and charges towards Halsey, going for her corner Yakuza kick, but Halsey moves out of the way at the last second before hitting the ropes and comes back with a running knee to the face of Steele, dropping her to the mat.

Halsey then measures Steele who is slowly getting to her feet and once she does, she turns to face Halsey who then charges at her and goes for the Desti-Knee Kick (Busaiku knee kick), but Steele ducks it and grabs onto her ankle and locks her into an Ankle Lock.

Campbell asks Halsey if she wants to tap and she refuses as she scratches and claws, screaming out in pain, as she tries to reach for the ropes. Steele cinches in the hold deeper as slowly but surely, Halsey reaches out and grabs the bottom rope, but “Diamond” doesn’t release it right away, forcing Campbell to once again utilize her five count and Steele releases just before the five and Halsey scrambles out of the ring to the outside as she clutches her ankle in pain.

The official looks at Halsey on the outside with concern and tells Steele to stay in the ring before she climbs out to check on a potentially injured Halsey. Suddenly, a large black man can be seen hopping the barricade and he rolls into the ring behind Steele before spinning her around and nails her with a vicious spinebuster and then quickly makes his exit.

It’s at this moment that Halsey is suddenly perfectly fine, as she springs up to her feet and then climbs up onto the apron, much to the confusion of the official who then slides back into the ring. Halsey then jumps up and springboards into a somersault and then drives her knees into Steele’s chest, completing her Desti-Knee Smash finishing move and then hooks the leg.


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru de, Heirī...Harushī!

Campbell raises Halsey’s arm in victory as “Good Girls Gone Bad” by Cobra Starfish ft. Leighton Meester blasts out of the PA system, however the “Chosen One” pulls her arm free and quickly rolls out of the ring to join the behemoth who assisted her to victory.

Seth Ernst: Wait a damn minute?! That’s Curtis Hughes! Steele Matthews’ former manager! He’s back here in NFW?!

Miranda Augustino: How about focus on the fact that Hayley Halsey just got an impressive victory over Diamond Steele!

Hughes then picks Halsey up on one shoulder and points to her with his free hand while Halsey celebrates her victory, rubbing it in the face of her opponent and the fans in attendance.

Seth Ernst: Granted, Hayley did do very well in that match, but you can’t deny that she won through an assist from Hughes.

Miranda Augustino: A win is a win, Seth. Congratulations, Hayley and welcome back to NFW, Curtis!

In the depths of the Hiroshima Sun Plaza, Nathaniel Dixon waltzes down one of the hallways. He’s dressed to the nines in a Kashiyama Tollegno suit fitted perfectly for him. His pleasant mood resounds with the smile on his face as he bows his head respectfully to the crewmembers he passes by. Once he reaches his designated locker room, he opens the door and reaches over to flip the light switch.

“BOO!”

Nathaniel Dixon: What the bloody--

It’s a moment’s notice when he’s caught off guard by the appearance of his youngest sister inside of the room. Wearing a black cherry-decorated dress with a slit on the right side of her thigh, Ryleigh offers him a smile and places her hands on her hips.

Ryleigh Dixon: And here I thought you were always on guard.

After he’s straightened himself, he narrows his earth-colored eyes on her and folds his arms.

Nathaniel Dixon: What on God’s green Earth are you doing here? I thought you were back home.

Ryleigh Dixon: I was, but you know… it’s boring without you, Nate! Besides, I’ve got a few modeling gigs here in Japan.

Her answer does not seem to put him at ease. Nathaniel’s arms remain folded and his glare doesn’t let up on his sister, even as he enters his locker room.

Nathaniel Dixon: I find it ironic that you have booked gigs in the Land of the Rising Sun… while New Frontier Wrestling is touring here. You did this on purpose, didn’t you?

Ryleigh offers him a tiny smirk and even sticks her tongue out. Poor Nathan. It can’t get any crazier, right? Wrong. Just as his sister is standing there teasing him, there’s the sound of roller skates on the floor getting closer and closer - louder and louder - before all of a sudden we hear the heel brakes skidding to a stop and Trauma interviewer Kensaku “Sleazy Rodeezy” Rodell comes sliding into the camera frame, into the open doorway. Just like he promised before, on social media, he’s wearing a sailor-style school girl outfit with a neon pink bob cut wig over his head and a gaudy pair of Hello Kitty sunglasses over his eyes. He manages to set his feet to stabilize himself right by Nathan and Ryleigh as-

Kensaku Rodell: KONICHIWA, YA MAGNIFICANT BASTARDS!!

He says loudly and obnoxiously into the camera, throwing up the peace sign as his voice then reaches a mocking pitch in his best impersonation of an anime schoolgirl.

Kensaku Rodell: Yoroshiku Onegaishimasu!!

Without missing a beat, he drops the “kawaii” act and goes back to...well...whatever his usual act is. God knows this can’t be how he acts out in public, right?

Kensaku Rodell: WHAT’S GOOD, Y’ALL, IT’S YA BOI RODEEZY!! WE UP IN THIS BITCH WITH MY MAIN MAN, NATHAN FUCKIN’ DIXON!! WHATTUP, DAWG?!

Rodeezy turns to Nathan and throws an arm up, hand open, looking for a high five. The look of confusion and horror upon the Lord of Charisma’s face is… quite telling. He doesn’t have the words for what we’ve all just witnessed. Ryleigh, however, can’t help but laugh. This causes her older brother to shoot her a glare before he stares at Kensaku. Blankly.

Nathaniel Dixon: ...Good afternoon, Mr. Rodell. I was not expecting you.

Ryleigh Dixon: That’s two-for-two!

Nathaniel Dixon: Shut it.

Realizing he’s left hanging, Rodeezy lowers his hand and looks between the siblings during their exchange before stopping on Ryleigh. He gives a quick look up and down (somehow, there’s an anime sound effect to go with his head movement) and lowers his Hello Kitty shades.

Kensaku Rodell: There’s a joke here about finding the cherry, but...nope, too easy. Hey, good lookin’!

He shoots a gun finger at her and clicks his tongue before turning his attention back to Nathan. Now it’s the Lord of Charisma getting the look over and Rodeezy lifts his shades up above his eyes with a confused grimace.

Kensaku Rodell: Bro, you got a match tonight, don’t you? What’s with the snazzy gear? What are you, Clarence Fuckin’ Townsend?

He pauses. Looks at the camera and brings up his other hand to make a quotation mark.

Kensaku Rodell: ”The Third.”

Suddenly the blank stare becomes far darker. Nathaniel’s eyes focus on Kensaku and his lips press together in a thin line to shield his true displeasure.

Nathaniel Dixon: How dare you compare me to that overzealous try-hard? Mr. Townsend was a disgrace and a complete embarrassment.

It’s like he’s trying to bite back his violent urges. His bare hands slowly unclench and he offers a “smile”. He then places his left hand on Kensaku’s shoulder and firmly grips it.

Nathaniel Dixon: Mr. Rodell, I would advise you to withhold any distasteful remarks towards my baby sister.

Looking between the two, Ryleigh takes a couple of steps back and raises her hands in a showing of innocence.

Ryleigh Dixon: Though I can assure you I am plenty of levels above you, Rodeezy.

A visible twitch comes from her older brother as he slightly glares at her.

Nathaniel Dixon: No one needs to know, Rylee. Please… desist.

Rodeezy visibly tenses at the grip on his shoulder. He fixes his shades to permanently rest upon his head.

Kensaku Rodell: Hey hey, easy bro! Twenty percent ain’t no small cut, ya feel me?

From there, he looks at Ryleigh after her remark and we can practically see the gears turning in his head. He wants to say something. He NEEDS to say something! But he doesn’t. Instead, he looks to Nathaniel again and even dares to lift an arm to carefully nudge Nathan’s hand off of his shoulder.

Kensaku Rodell: Let’s get down to the real biz, then! Vanita Thompson says she ain’t got no competition up in here! You wanna speak on that?

He puts the mic out, almost bopping Nathan right in the mouth with it. Fortunately for Kensaku, Nathaniel is able to casually sidestep out of the way. His eyes fall on the younger man and a knowing little smirk crosses his face.

Nathaniel Dixon: Well, Miss Thompson requested competition. Heh. Ask and thou shalt receive. I’m more than happy to provide her with a challenge tonight. Now I cannot guarantee I won’t be harsh, but… rest assured I will not cheat. Not a single dirty little tactic up my sleeves.

He offers a physical demonstration by brushing his hands along the sleeves of his suit jacket. Ryleigh smiles at this and lowers her hands from her hips.

Ryleigh Dixon: That will make our little Ami very happy.

A soft chuckle escapes the Intellectual Evolution.

Nathaniel Dixon: Naturally. Of course, I do hope Miss Thompson is fully prepared. Despite my appearance, there are still two matches before ours. I have plenty of time to prepare myself for the battle to come. Don’t you think so, Mr. Rodell?

Rodeezy’s attention peaks at the mention of his backstage cohort, Ami, and he almost says something but he thinks better of it, shaking his head and waving whatever thought in his head off before throwing Nathan a thumbs up.

Kensaku Rodell: Totes, bro! Hard to wrestle in a Tollegno anyway! Though, for what it’s worth, you pull the snappy look off better than Clarence did anyway!

He gives Nathan a hearty slap right in the side of the shoulder before stopping, wondering if he’s about to become a smear on the wall. He catches himself then and continues.

Kensaku Rodell: Oh, I got a good one!

He snaps a finger gun at Nathan.

Kensaku Rodell: Viola Mancini! Mob bitch! You said you were rootin’ for her to get that ass whupped a couple weeks back. Sadly, that didn’t happen.

Rodeezy makes a face at the camera and some of the Hiroshima audience laugh.

Kensaku Rodell: Now she’s a Captain for the War Ensemble come Wrestle War! Whatchu gonna do if you get stuck on her team? I know if it were me, I’d probably seppuku myself with a fuckin’ Ginsu knife!

Whomp! Again, he thrusts the microphone out enough that it practically bops Nathan in the chin. His eyes glare into Kensaku’s for a moment, a moment that’s clearly captured by the camera’s visual. Then Nathaniel lightly brushes at his chin with his right thumb and scoffs.

Nathaniel Dixon: Regardless of my thoughts on Miss Mancini, I am not a coward. Should she choose me to be on her team, I would compete to the best of my ability in the War Ensemble. Now if she tries to royally screw me over...

He looks towards his youngest sister, and in turn, she offers him a knowing smirk. She folds her arms across her chest and lightly brushes at her right arm.

Ryleigh Dixon: Never mess with a Dixon. It’s one of the most important rules. The Mancini Syndicate are child’s play in comparison.

A chuckle once again escapes Nathaniel and he regards Kensaku once again.

Nathaniel Dixon: Flip a coin. What is the worst-case scenario for Miss Mancini? Having me on the same side of the ring… or facing me on the opposite side?

Ryleigh Dixon: If she’s smart, she’ll choose you and you can take over as the leader. Right, Rodeezy?

She looks at the Trauma interviewer with a mischievous smile on her face. Rodeezy shrugs his shoulder and makes a face.

Kensaku Rodell: I mean we’re talking about a chick who acts like an Italian tough girl but doesn’t even speak the language right!

Rodeezy looks at Nathan, while pointing at Ryleigh.

Kensaku Rodell: See, I like this chick! She actually uses my nickname! Up high, sweet cheeks! Whatchu doin’ after the show?

He throws a hand up and waits for it. Before Ryleigh can (playfully) comply, Nathaniel raises his hand and presses it lightly against Kensaku’s. A strangely polite smile crosses his features.

Nathaniel Dixon: Oh, my darling little sister is rather busy, but I have some free time. What say you to afternoon tea and… a snack?

Oh, the Lord of Charisma does nothing to hide his widening smile and the way his eyes gaze upon Kensaku. He even laces their fingers together. The crowd watching on the tron starts laughing as Rodeezy’s eyes widen to the size of mini saucers. He practically freezes like a deer in headlights as he watches Nathaniel. His head turns to look at Ryleigh. He looks back at Nathan. Back to Ryleigh. Back to Nathan. To Ryleigh. To Nathan. The laughter escalates as Rodeezy pulls his hand back and looks comically flustered.

Kensaku Rodell: U-uh-umm...actually...ya know what? Ya boi just remembered: staff meeting!

He looks at his wrist which, notably, has no watch on it, then looks back up at the Dixon siblings.

Kensaku Rodell: Five minutes ago! Sayonara, dude! Dudette!

Rodeezy turns and makes a mad dash to get out of the locker room but he forgets he’s on rollerblades. His feet scramble wildly underneath him and he goes plowing into the door frame, catches himself, and swings around to the outside hall, out of the camera’s view. All we can hear then is the sound of his skates loudly thumping against the floor. He’s not rolling away as gracefully as he came in. He’s flat out trying to run and, from the sound of it, doing a terrible job. There’s a thud, a crash, and the sound of some local assistant staff cursing in Japanese before it goes quiet. This is easily a turn of events the siblings can laugh at together.

Ryleigh Dixon: Well, that’s one way to traumatize someone! Were you serious?

Nathaniel Dixon: Of course not. I’d never lower my standards and God knows I’m not desperate.

His youngest sister giggles before she shakes her head and runs a hand through her chocolate hair. She places her other hand on her hip and smiles.

Ryleigh Dixon: I’m going to get myself some snacks and a drink. See you later, big brother!

The hand in her hair draws back and casually salutes. Nathaniel chuckles and watches Ryleigh exit his locker room and saunters down the hallway. He shakes his head just a little.

Nathaniel Dixon: Like a goddess of mischief.

Without further delay, he kindly gestures to the cameraman to back off before he closes the door to his room. The perspective then changes.
Backstage in the Hiroshima Sun Plaza, Mayumi Tanahashi strolls up to her tag team partner for the night and the two could not look more different. Lass is in all black except for her shirts, while Mayumi is in metallic sky blue and neon pink, with her bright rainbow fairy wings.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Okay, we’re almost up. Just do like last time and do everything I tell you to do.

Lass glares down at Mayumi, crosses her shoulders, and actually chuckles before smirking.

Lassindra Haliday: Like last time? So do eighty percent of the work then let you come in and hit the big move?

Mayumi Tanahashi: Hey, you got the pin last time, didn’t you?

Lassindra Haliday: I did, on a move that didn’t need anything extra added to it.

Mayumi Tanahashi: That’s bullcrap. The Kawaii Kutter was executed perfectly and that’s why you got the win. We probably could have won with the magic Powerslam if you would have rolled out of the way quicker.

Lassindra Haliday: Magic Powerslam?

Lassindra was definitely confused by what Mayumi had just said, but the Sky Child looked back at lassindra like she was crazy.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Yea, you did the running powerslam and then I brilliantly came in and hit It’s Just Magic. Combination move, Magic Powerslam. Oru isn’t the only one who can think up cool names.

Lassindra smiled again and nodded.

Lassindra Haliday: That’s actually really good. Simple but fun. It’s still weird to hear him called Oru though.

Mayumi Tanahashi: HEY!

Mayumi raises her finger up, trying to get it into Lass’s face as she stares up at her.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Only I get to call him Oru, don’t ever forget that. You shouldn’t even be allowed to say Oru after what you did to him. Destroying his trust and hurting him and...

Mayumi is huffing and puffing as she seems more likely to attack her partner than work with her. Lassindra takes a step back from Mayumi, crosses her arms and looks straight down at her.

Lassindra Haliday: Why do you keep bringing that up? Minoru forgave me. He knows I didn’t mean to hurt him. I followed my heart and both of us are happy now. You like his girlfriend more than you like me anyway.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Yea well that’s not… UGH! Big blonde bitch, so frustrating. I’m still mad about it because… Forget it, look you don’t want to lose, I don’t want to lose, let’s just go beat ding and dong or Los and Dos. Maybe I’ll tell you why I don’t like you later on. Can we just go and do the same stuff we did last time, but maybe you be a little quicker?

Mayumi crossed her arms and glared up at Lassindra who just shook her head.

Lassindra Haliday: Because I like winning and I’m really hoping I get another chance to toss you on to some people again, fine we can forget it for now and go out and beat Los Ding Dongs, Ding Dong Uno is the taller more muscular one who is gonna find out he’s not as tough as I am, Ding Dong Dos is the smaller one who as much as I hate to compliment someone who insists on calling me a big blonde bitch, is not as fast or as agile as you. They do however like each other, so that’s one advantage they have.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Heh, Cass likes them but she’s only got good taste like half the time, so… I think we can beat them. Just follow my lead.

Mayumi winks at Lassindra before she skips off, heading towards the ring. Lass turns and stares her partner down for a bit.

Lassindra Haliday: Follow… this little girl. Seventeen years and she says… Minoru, you owe me for not strangling your baby sister.

Lass was looking pretty much straight at the camera as she said that before walking off for her tag match with Mayumi.

Mayumi Tanahashi & Lassindra Haliday vs. Los Ding Dongs

Much like their last outing, Mayumi lets Lassindra start the match and The Oncoming Storm turns around into four oncoming boots as Los Ding Dongs deliver a double dropkick to rock Lass before they whip her across the ropes. A quick double hip toss, stereo cartwheels, and a seated double dropkick. Dos rolls out of the ring just before Thurgood Jackson reaches the five count. Uno pins, but only gets an Uno count as Lass shoves him off. Uno brings Lass up and looks for a suplex, but it’s quickly countered and Uno is the one getting dropped. Lass doesn’t cover, wanting a bit of payback for the early double team. Lass hits a big gutwrench suplex, then a belly-to-belly before she finishes off with a Northern Lights suplex. Lass bridges for the pin, but Dos comes in and breaks it up. Uno starts to roll to a corner, but unfortunately, it’s the wrong corner. Lass sees, charges in with a clothesline and Mayumi makes the tag as Lass steps back, hoists Uno up, and delivers the big slam. Mayumi follows it up with the shining wizard to complete the Magic Powerslam and she makes the cover.


Viola was irked she was away from her office back home, as she, Camila and Isabella would shoot from their modest hotel room, as Isabella is the first to speak in her native tongue.

Isabella Terrano: "Penseresti che comprerebbero una stanza decente per il talento."

Camila Morricone: "Fuhgeddaboutit! They never shown us respect in the first place."

Camilla said, tossing her briefcase on the bed, as she gets into the minibar for some whiskey, as Viola would roll her eyes a bit.

Viola Mancini: "People refuse to respect us, either way. Probably because we work smarter than harder to get our work done. We are necessary for NFW's success, and they continue to shun us for how we do things. But, as anyone seeing this recording can see, it shows that the company doesn't want to value us as much as we know we're worth... and I'm certain there's at least two people with this sentiment..."

She said, as the camera panned around, while Camila and Isabella commented.

Camila Morricone: "Look at this, disgraceful!"

She said, as it wasn't a slummy room, but, probably on par with something like a Motel 6.

Isabella Terrano: "We obviously deserve better, and we're certain there are at least two other people who feel the same way."

Isabella says, as Viola added on.

Viola Mancini: "Even though Faye Brown is an unlikable cockroach of a human being, she's bound to have people join her through some power of friendship or whatever. And while we are three strong, we will more than likely be outnumbered. So, for other people who feel similarly, well... as they say, money talks. I will personally add a five thousand dollar bonus to the two who choose to align with me. That's five hundred and seventy thousand one hundred and fifteen yen... and an extra payday when we win. So hurry! Spots are limited..."

Viola said with a confident look on her face, as the House stands behind her, approvingly.
The lights in the arena go dark in the main hall when


comes up on the screen. There's a fade in voice as Koda Kumi's "W Face" fades in.


The screen flashes


The main tune hits and the lights come back up showing Kate and Kristi on the stage in their jackets posing under the lights. They pause for a couple seconds before turning to nod at each other. They both give a pose at the top of the ramp as the audience gives a mix of boos and wolf whistles at them. They give a twirl on the stage and head down the ramp

Lips lined, beautiful

She's fine, itsumo

matou BE-RU

furimuku Everyone"

Kate and Kristi look around as they walk down the ramp. They both approach ringside in a sensuous manner, looking over the audience with seductive looks. Kate goes to one side of the ring, Kristi the other. Simultaneously they climb on the apron giving their asses a shake at the audience.

Seth Ernst: And Kate is accompanied by the young Kristi Yahontov, who has been making quite the impression on Twitter

Miranda Augustino: Ha, you call it impression, I call it carving out her niche and owning it like a boss lady.

futatsu kasanari watashi ni nareru

mite hoshii watashi to

minna ga shiranai watashi

Inside & outside, which do you like?

Yass bitch, yass bitch, yass bitch, slay

Yass bitch, yass bitch, yass bitch, slay

Yass bitch, yass bitch, yass bitch"

Kate looks over her shoulder and gives a wink out to the camera before both women hop into the ring. They give one more slow and seductive dance in the ring but as the beat takes back again, they slap each other's asses and yell out aggressively to the audience. Kate points to ringside and Kristi goes and grabs two mics. The girls pose together as the music fades out. The audience, however, isn't dying down.

Cali-Kate: So there's this big fucking problem I have right now. I came out here last week to introduce Kristi, remind everyone who the real head bitch in charge around here is, and make it clear that if I'm overlooked again, there's going to be fucking hell to pay.

There's a rise in boos, daring Kate to prove her words but Kate simply holds up a finger.

Cali-Kate: Naturally, I assumed that there wouldn't be anyone who was brave enough to step up and make a challenge to me. Nor would management dare to pit any of the… heh, talent, since that's what all of them in the back are supposed to be called against me for fear of continued reprisals due to the incident.

Kate took a deep sigh as she looked down for a moment.

Cali-Kate: What I didn't honestly count on was the fact that we can be one fucking month away from WrestleWar and everyone's hiding instead of coming out here and doing whatever it takes to get involved. And that's what I'm doing!

The audience is flabbergasted to say the least at Kate's words but Kate continues over their noise.

Cali-Kate: I didn't spend all this time, all this effort, all this fucking year to be shelved at NFW's grandest show. I didn't put up with the lowest points and a few point making achievements to play substitute wrestler if someone gets injured between now and the time the show happens. Fucking hell, I beat FM Young last year at WrestleWar. And so she gets her title match, yay for her, while I am once again tossed aside. Fuck that! I could put on a marquee match with Kristi here and generate more publicity with it.

Kristi Yahontov: You'd totally kick my ass.

Cali-Kate: I totally would, but that isn't the point. Between you and me, we hold more notoriety and ability than what her current reign could dream of.

Kristi Yahontov: Это позорно. Это немыслимо.

Kate smirks and shoulder bumps Kristi.

Cali-Kate: It is but we aren't supposed to be quite that explicit about it.

Kristi Yahontov: Ha, they wish I had said my real thoughts about how goddamn stupid that is. I mean, you literally carried this company even when you were dating the Undisputed champion, it was still your shoulders everything fell on.

Cali-Kate: And everyone here knows it. They know that a WrestleWar without me is going to be like the Grinch stealing Christmas all over again. Only he isn't just stealing all the baubles and presents, he's taking away the thing that everyone really tunes in for. The real money maker. The one who sets the bar around here.

Kristi Yahontov: Believe in that. So the question is not if you get the match, but who's gonna be the unfortunate bitch who faces you?

Cali-Kate: Spoiler alert, it doesn't fucking matter. There's only one reason anyone watches anymore and that's for me. It's for me, and very soon you my Padawan, to kick ass and make yourself the glass ceiling. No one rises above you in the end. And they all know it. Fuck your heroes and villains because only one character gets the spotlight. Anyone wants to challenge that? Watch me! Game start, bitch!

Kate and Kristi drop their mics as Kate's music starts up again. Kristi and Kate hang on the ropes and shout out to the audience who continue to boo them. They roll out of the ring and smirk on their way back up the ramp as the scene fades out.

Yuka Hirata vs. Ana Evans

The two of them lok-up and Anna quickly takes an arm and runs for the ropes. She runs up the ropes and springs off into a wicked armdrag. Yuka skitters across the mat and Ana runs over for a crossbody block into a cover.

Yuka kicks out.

Ana goes to the ropes and springs back into a moonsault that lands into a reverse ddt. She covers again.

Yuka kicks out.

Ana goes to the ropes, jumps from the model of the ropes to the side next to the corner and then jumps into a whisper in the wind that knocks Yuks down. She then stands up and hits a standing moonsault.

Yuka gets a shoulder up.

Ana hits a senton and then jumps up into a standing shooting star press.

Yuka barely gets a shoulder up.

Yuka gets up, slapping the mat as she goes. She goes to the corner and ascends the turnbuckles. She goes into another moonsault. Yuka staggers up, hears her coming and jumps into a Pele kick that takes Ana in midair.

Crowd: “HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!! HOLY SHIT!!!”

Ana crashes to the mat and Yuka pounces on her for an MMA mount. She starts pounding away with ansty strikes that cause Ana to try and roll away to cover up. Seeing the opening, Yuka goes for the rear naked choke. Ana grabs the ropes and the referee starts the count.


Yuka pulls Ana to her feet, releases her grip and uses it almost like a ripcord, spinning Ana around into a vicious buzzsaw kick. The flurry of strikes known as Ookami No Koushou follows dropping Ana to her knees. Yuka grabs her ina front facelock and then hits Kirisute Gomen. Ana wastes little time in tapping as they hit the ground.


Yuka releases her grip and re-munts Ana, starting to fire off on her some more. The referee tries to step in to stop her but Yuka shrugs him off and keeps going. Suddenly, Coda arrives and dives into the ring, knocking Yuka off Ana. Coda and Yuka go at it, nearly cracking the referee in the process. Coda gives Yuka a big knee strike that sends Yuka to the floor. Coda slaps her knee, showing the world she’s ready to fight again.

Seth Ernst: Something’s gotta give at this point! These two are gonna end up really getting into trouble!

Miranda Augustino: Sign the match, boss lady!!! Coda’s knee looks good as new!

Vanita Thompson vs. Nathaniel Dixon

Nathaniel and Vanita lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Vanita slides down and through Nathaniel’s leg to avoid his strength advantage. She pops up behind him and gives him a big roundhouse kick to the back of the head. As Nayhaniel stumbles forward a step, Vanita snaps off a spinning heel kick and then cradles him from the side.

Nathaniel kicks out.

As Vanita looks to get up and move to create space, Nathaniel trips her up and hooks her heel. Vanita looks to kick him away and Nathaniel uses that to pretzel her legs and stack them up for a pin.

Vanita kicks out.

Vanita spins in an almost break dance-like move that trips Nathaniel down and then starts just kicking away at his upper torso. Nathaniel tries to get his hands up to cover and Vanita starts kicking with both legs, looking like she’s almost riding an invisible bicycle as she kicks him repeatedly in the chest and head. Nathaniel rolls over to get away and Vanita jumps into a cradle on him.

Nathaniel kicks out.

Nathaniel gets up behind her and gets an O’Connor roll.

Vanita kicks out.

Nathaniel bounces off the ropes and vanita rolls him up for a schoolboy.

Nathaniel kiks out.

Vanita gives him another roundhouse kick and then runs to the ropes, rebounding off. She comes back for a nasty Entropy shining wizard. Nathaniel goes down hard and Vanita covers.

Nathaniel kicks out.

Vanita steps back and looks for the Shadow Seeker. Nathaniel catches her leg and executes a capture suplex, bridging into a cover.

Vanita barely kicks out.

Vanita kicks Nathaniel and goes to jump off the ropes. Nathaniel catches her with the Evolutionary Imperative. Vanita crashes to the ground and Nathaniel covers her.

Hayley is beaming backstage as she is quite happy with the way things ended up turning out. There is a small victory party going on in her honor and she just happens to be the only one inside. Above her, there is a “HAYLEY’S FIRST NFW VICTORY” banner that is hanging above just to run up the score a little bit more. Hayley is hearing some of the hatred from the audience and possibly some people saying “Shut the F&(< Up” in Japanese as she begins to speak

Hayley Halsey: Welcome to...

As soon as she even says anything, the crowd boos. This catches her off guard.

Hayley Halsey: This is...

The crowd starts to chant “売春婦”... which unknown to Hayley, they are calling her a whore.

Hayley Halsey: I don’t know what you are all saying or what any of it even means….

And then the chant shifts to “どこかに行って”！(“GO AWAY!”).

Hayley Halsey: I don’t Japanese. ANYWAY, you NEVER wanted to see it happen, but it did! I got my first victory and that should show you that I am no fucking joke! You all laughed at me thinking that I didn’t know anything about wrestling or anything like that but on this night, you all get to shut the fuck up and appreciate greatness so therefore, I am going to have my victory party all by myself. You’re probably wondering where everyone else is. Well, Bianca is currently getting the balloons and everything and then HUGHES...

She pauses as the crowd boos her some more. She laughs as she remembers her genius plan.

Hayley Halsey: What a wonderful investment that guy already is… okay, I don’t know what you are all chanting because like I said, I don’t speak your language so if you could just tell it to me in ENGLISH maybe I’d understand…. ANYWAY… the thing is, you all had your laughs at my expense in my debut when Griffin Hawkins decided he was going to fast count me and I am not done with him. My dominant victory over Diamond Steele PROVES how much of a prodigy that I am and it proves that I can hang in NFW! You had your time to laugh at me. You had your time to treat me like a joke! But now, I am on the warpath! I am going to silence ALL of my haters that cannot stand greatness… and I am going to win the war against Griffin Hawkins…

And by the way, I wouldn't be the first American to win a war in Japan… IF YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN!!!!!!!

This winds up drawing the loudest Anti-Hayley reaction of the night so far.

Hayley Halsey: Anyway, now that I’ve just destroyed you all, allow me to continue. Griffin Hawkins, this isn’t over until I get my revenge on you for humiliating me in my NFW debut the way you did! I am going to get mine and when this is all over, you are going to wish that you didn’t mess with me. You’re not getting the Hayley that was smashing up printers. No, I’m being REAL serious now! You don’t get to treat me like a comedy act anymore… and yet… when it’s all said and done? The last laugh WILL belong to me! I PROMISE that! I am NOT a joke wrestler. You do NOT get to cast me as one. Every last one of you that ever tried to cast me as one and think that I am one is going to suffer some serious consequences. And if you think I’m joking, why don’t you come up and say it to Hughes’s face and see if I’m a joke now! This is no ‘simp’ nonsense. He’s the real deal! And so help me god, I AM going to be a title holder here whether you bitches like it or not. Now, if you’ll excuse me I will do some reading...

Hayley reaches behind her and reveals a copy of a Dragon Ball manga magazine. She opens it and reads through a few pages before acting completely disgusted.

Hayley Halsey: GOD this is TRASH!!!!!

Hayley rips up the manga causing the crowd to boo her further, but Hayley just shrugs at this reaction and walks off the camera shot just to continue her celebration as the scene fades.

Solomon Graham vs. Marco Valintine

The two competitors lock-up and they jockey for position, Valintine trying to use his leverage advantage while Graham pushes back with pure strength. They jockey around and Graham eventually gets up and under and tosses Valintine into the corner. He bounces off the turnbuckles and Graham runs in for a big lariat that almost crushes Valintine against the turnbuckles all over again. Graham backs up and Valintine falls out to the mat face first and Graham rolls him over. Valintine cradles Graham out of nowhere.

Graham kicks out.

Valintine jumps up onto the rp[es and springboards into a spinkick. Graham goes down and Valintine jumps into a splash.

Graham kicks out.

As they rise up to their feet, Graham catches Valintine with a wicked lariat. Valentine goes down like he’s been shot and Graham covers him.

Valintine kicks out.

Graham pulls Valintine up and throws him bodily across the ring. Valintine somehow manages to land on his feet in an almost Spiderman-like pose. Graham comes charging at him like an angry rhino and Valintine leapfrogs him. Graham crashes into the corner and staggers back allowing Valintine to roll him up.

Graham kicks out.

Graham cradles Valintine.

Valintine kicks out.

Valintine reverses into a backslide.

Graham kicks out.

Graham grabs Valintine and tries to set him up for a piledriver. Valintine crawls between his legs and jumps into a victory roll.

Graham kicks out.

Graham goes to pull him in again and Valintine goes for a big kick. Graham ducks it and Valintine face plants on the mat. Graham grabs him and hits Shattered Neck Brilliance. He covers.

Outside the arena, Cameron Worley glances around the corner, seemingly searching for something. Before he can move back, his brother Shawn walks up on him.

Shawn Worley: Cam?

Cameron nearly jumps around the corner.

Cameron Worley: Dammit, Shawn, whatchu doin’?

Shawn nods to his brother.

Shawn Worley: I was askin’ you dat!

Cameron looks back around the corner.

Cameron Worley: I ain’t doin’ nothin’!

Shawn steps back, looking suddenly worried.

Shawn Worley: Aw, we ain’t tryin to sneak in a damn pig again are we?

Cameron’s eyes go wide and his hands raise up.

Cameron Worley: Shawn, we in Japan, we gotta be genteel.

Shawn’s head droops.

Shawn Worley: We ain’t doin’ no octopus or nothin, is we?

Cameron doesn’t even bother to look back at his brother.

Cameron Worley: Why you always gotta worry so much?

Shawn crosses his arms.

Shawn Worley: Cause the last time you was all sneaky like, we was tryin’ to make a barbecue in the Boss’s office and I don’t think they take kindly to that here.

Cameron looks back, nodding as he does so.

Cameron Worley: Calm your damn tits, we ain’t doin’ nothin’...

He slowly turns back to looking around the corner.

Cameron Worley: Especially if they start askin’.

Shawn’s eyes go wide all over again.

Shawn Worley: Aw shit…

Cameron tries to wave his brother’s concern off dismissively.

Cameron Worley: Shawn…

But Shawn is not having it.

Shawn Worley: That dog don’t hunt, Cam!

Cameron just keeps looking around the corner.

Cameron Worley: Calm down, it ain’t like tits on a boar or nothin’...

Shawn just shakes his head sadly.

Shawn Worley: That's the problem, it ain’t nothin’...
Inside the Sun Plaza, “Hail To The Chief” begins to play as the lights dim and red, white, and blue lights begin to move to the music as a drumbeat begins to play under it and the music slowly fades into Cheap Trick’s “I Want You To Want Me” as a red lion with a bright blue face and white stars over his eyes charges on the screen, as it lunges, gold pyro bursts up and Minoru Tanahashi bursts through the curtain rocking a Navy three-piece suit with a bright red vest, a white shirt, and no tie. Minoru struts down to the ring, a few fist bumps, some bows, pictures, autographs along the way, all the while handing out Minoru For President pins. Minoru heads up the steps, wipes his feet, and steps into the ring. He gets a mic as the music fades out and the lights dim over the fans.

Minoru Tanahashi: Kon'nichiwa Hiroshima, watashi wa itsumo koko ni kuru no ga daisukidesu. It’s time for another campaign speech. Neither the United States Champion or her current Challenger presented me with any hoops to jump through. Our wonderful General Manager didn’t either. So that means one of two things. One, they all ignored me, which come on everybody, how could you ever ignore the Black Lion, Minoru Tanahashi?

He asks the questions, stretches out his arms and red white and blue pyro bursts shoot off from the ring posts, the ramp, and the top of the video wall as large MINORU FOR PRESIDENT banners unfurl all around the arena.

Minoru Tanahashi: So since they’re not ignoring me, that’s gotta mean that they want me. It’s not the first time and hopefully, it won’t be the last time I have multiple women wanting me.

Minoru chuckles and does a little hip wiggle before winking at the camera.

Minoru Tanahashi: All kidding aside, I wouldn’t be that kind of president. I’ve got my First smoking hot lady Isis, I am more than happy. However, I think it is safe to say that Miss Santiago, Miss Jones, and even Miss Jackson, do want me in the match. I get it. Isabella Santiago is a businesswoman, a triple threat match sells well, especially to have two Japanese wrestlers fighting for gold in the Tokyo Dome. Stacy, well I know she’s the kind of champion that welcomes any challenge. I respect her, and honestly, I don’t know if I would have done this had anyone but Risa been her challenger. Maybe that’s why she wants me in this match. I made this personal, I said I wanted to do to her what she did to me, and I meant exactly that. I don’t mean to say that the United States title is secondary. Believe me, I know how prestigious that belt is. It’s the reason I suggested Risa go after it in the first place. Nearly a year ago, in February, early March, I told my friend she should go after the United States title because I believed in her. She didn’t want to hear it though, blinded by anger and warped by… well everybody remembers what happened.

Minoru stops for a second and rubs his head over where that title belt had connected and split his skull. The scar was faint, but a permanent reminder.

Minoru Tanahashi: I’ve heard that you’ve been making your apologies, especially after what I told you would happen when you did what you did, happened exactly how I said it would. Maybe a few before then, but especially now that you’ve been left out in the cold. Effy, Cass, I think even the United States champion herself, the woman you’re set to face at WrestleWar, I think even you two have made nice once again. I don’t care Risa. I don’t care if all of them forgive you. I don’t care if you apologize with fancy words, tears, a gift basket, platters of meats and cheeses, tea, crumpets, and a box of fucking diamonds.

Before he can continue, fog rolls across the entrance ramp as "Involve All" begins. A silhouette steps out onto the stage as the spotlights begin to flash erratically around the arena before focusing all at once on the SuperNova Risa Jackson. She throws back the hood of her jacket with a maniacal yell, looking around before making her way to the ring. She slides under the bottom rope, hops up, and looks right at Minoru Tanahashi. Before he can say anything else, she puts her left hand over his microphone and shakes her head as she raises a mic of her own.

Supernova: I’ve already told you that I’m sorry, you just haven’t listened.

Risa releases his mic and looks up at her former friend.

Supernova: It’s easier for you to put all of the blame on me. I did screw you over, but you didn’t win your rematch. You didn’t win against him or me or Stacy in the tournament. That’s not my fault, that’s yours. That’s why you’re a cautionary tale for young wrestlers in Japan. What was it, twice the talent, a quarter of the drive. I saw that when we were a team. It’s why I’m okay with you being in this match Minoru. You don’t want to accept my apology, fine, I don’t have to feel bad about kicking your ass and taking another title away from you.

Risa smirks as Minoru just stares right at her.

Minoru Tanahashi: You still owe my little sister an apology, and there are no words to make up for what you took from me. We're only even after I can do the same to you. Ideally, you’ll be looking up at me holding the United States title after I pin you in another triple threat match, but so long as it’s me or Stacy holding it and I am the reason why you are not champion, then you can tell me you’re sorry one last time and I will accept.

Supernova: You beat Super Tiger once, you got lucky against the Supernova in a tag, and then you lost to me, and now you don’t know anything about me, Minoru. It might be Stacy holding the title, it will probably be me, but it definitely won’t be you.

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

"And you heard the girls talking...and you thought they were talking about you..."

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

"Who are they talking about?"

As the song kicks in, the camera cut to the stage where we see “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones standing there dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of skin-tight black leather pants, a black Nightwish Imaginaerum T-shirt, and her custom black leather jacket with her United States Championship proudly resting over her shoulder as she begins to make her way down the ramp.

Seth Ernst: Well, there’s been a lot of talking about the United States Champion between these two wrestlers, now it’s time to hear from the champion herself.

Miranda Augustino: Wake me up when it’s over, please?

Reaching the bottom of the ramp, she walks around the ring, keeping an eye on both Tanahashi and Jackson as she calls for a microphone and is handed one. Walking up the steel steps, she climbs through the ropes and into the ring before stepping in between the two Japanese stars as “I Will Not Break” fades out.

Stacy Jones: So, I’ve been sitting in the back and watching all of this unfold. Out of respect for the two of you, I wanted to allow you two some time to try and get whatever “this”...

Jones points back and forth to Tanahashi and Jackson is.

Stacy Jones: ...is.

The Unbreakable One glances back and forth at both of her friends.

Stacy Jones: Now. I consider both of you my friends...

The US Champion turns to Jackson.

Stacy Jones: Risa? You and I have known each other for a few years now...

Now she turns to Tanahashi.

Stacy Jones: And Minoru? We’ve known each other ever since I first stepped foot into NFW. And truthfully? This whole thing that’s going on between you two needs to stop.

A solemn expression falls over the face of Jones.

Stacy Jones: I get it. I understand both sides. I understand both of your points of view on this situation. And given that both of you have agreed to face one another… and since I AM a fighting champion? I’ve just come from the office of Ms. Santiago and she has agreed upon my request to make the United States Championship match at WrestleWar a Triple Threat match including Minoru Tanahashi.

The fans cheer with excitement at the prospect of a match between the three wrestlers in the ring with the United States Championship on the line.

Stacy Jones: But no matter what ends up happening at WrestleWar… whether one of you two end up as the brand new United States Champion… or whether I successfully retain it? This whole between you two stops. Because there was a time when you two were practically family. And yeah, Minoru… I understand that you feel betrayed by what Risa did… and rightfully so. But at the same time, families forgive each other.

Minoru looks over at Risa for a few seconds, then he turns away from her and looks at Stacy.

Minoru Tanahashi: Stacy, I appreciate that you went to Miss Santiago and got this match turned into a triple threat. I said it earlier and you have proven it to be true, you are a fighting champion and you do not back down from a challenge. That’s one of the things I respect about you. As for your other point… She didn’t leave a permanent scar on your head, she didn’t rob you of a lifelong dream, she didn’t cause you to lose two titles on the same night. So as far as me forgiving her goes, well we’ll see what happens at WrestleWar.

Minoru drops his mic down and just walks off, leaving his friend and former friend in the ring to watch as he makes his exit, clearly intent on getting the last word now that he’s got the triple threat title match.

Masami Nishikiyama vs. Lana Corvin

The co-main event started with Kaede Tanabe and Charlie Grace at their clients’ corners. The Hiroshima crowd was fully behind their hometown girl, Masami. She joched for position with Lana but the strength of both women ended up in a standoff in the center of the ring with neither of them moving anywhere until Masami twisted through with an arm wringer on Lana. Lana rolled forward, releasing the tension in her arm and reversed the twist on Masami’s arm, locking her into a Hammerlock and went for a rear suplex but Masami got her other arm up and elbowed Lana in the side of the head. Masami turned and ran in for a lariat but Lana caught her with an armdrag. Lana charged Masami as the Queen of Brawn Style popped up but she dropped right back down to take Hecate’s Favored down with a drop toe hold. Again, Masami popped up to her feet and jumped straight, vertically in the air, coming down for a big double foot stomp but Lana got her knees up, miraculously with Masami’s feet landing on them! The crowd was wowed at the display of power of Lana and the balance of Masami. Masami hopped back and off of Lana’s knees as the second generation star sat right up just in time to see her opponent rushing in with a PK. Lana dropped back, letting Masami’s leg soar over her. She sat up with a little laugh until Masami turned and thrust kicked her right in the back of the head. As Lana grabbed her head, Masami hit the ropes across the ring and slid in with a brutal lariat that took Lana down for a cover.


Masami pulled Lana up and the match continued with Lana turning the tables around in her favor when Masami came rushing in for a big corner clothesline but Lana stepped out of the corner and dropped into a drop toehold that sent Masami face first into the middle turnbuckle with a hard smack of her head against the padding. With Masami dazed, Lana picked her up onto the turnbuckle and crossed her arms, delivering Cut-throat Goriconoclasm. Masami hit the mat and Lana dropped down into a cover.


Lana continued on the offense, wearing down Masami with an STO off of an Irish Whip, followed by a standing Shooting Star Press. She picked Masami up for another Irish Whip but the Queen of Brawn Style sent Hecate’s Favored at them instead but Corvin sprung off the ropes to drill her head into the mat with a Through The Veil (Satellite DDT). Lana picked Masami up again and lifted her up for the Spear of Diana (UshiGoroshi) but Masami managed to land behind her on her feet and trapped her with the Full Nelson Lock. As Lana struggled and writhed, she began to fade and Masami hoisted her across her shoulders, looking for the Nishiki Driver (Cradle Shock). The crowd started popping loudly, getting behind their hometown star when all of a sudden Charlie Grace climbed up onto the apron and distracted the referee. Masami dropped Lana down behind her, fuming at Grace’s antics and, after a quick glance to Kaede who nodded and shouted something in Japanese, charged forward and barreled into the ropes, sending Grace to the floor. As she spun around, however, Lana was back up and caught her with Hecate’s Dagger (Shotei Palm Strike) right in the jaw, staggering her. She grabbed Masami, hooked the arms and hit a beautifully executed Glorifier (Twisting, Lifted, Sit-out Facebuster) planting Masami into the mat and rolled her over for a cover.


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru de, Rana Kōbin!

Seth Ernst: You gotta be fucking kidding me!! The Corvins pull another fast one against the Chrysanthemum Shield!!

Miranda Augustino: Gotta watch that Charlie Grace, Seth! She’s a sneaky one!

Seth Ernst: That wasn’t sneaky, Mir! That was blatant interference!

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

The audience gives a roar to the tron as the Drakes listen out to the camera. Torian nods and steps back this time letting Dylan take the stage.

Dylan Drake: We have watched with interest the tag tournament over on Collision. Six teams are down to three and how interesting that each represents one of four aspects that we understand all too well. Tenacity, skill and experience.

He nods as both brothers hold up a single finger.

Dylan Drake: The Beautification Movement. Beautiful and daring, their tenacity cannot be overstated.

Two.

Dylan Drake: TRIOCS puts their reputation itself on the line every time they step in the ring and show off their incredible talent and skill.

Three.

Dylan Drake: And Gallus Mag, two who have been in the ring together, through hell and back and tell the tales with it. We respect all of your efforts.

Torian steps up as Dylan takes a step back. Torian rubs his hands together restlessly.

Torian Drake: Kono yōna tatakai ga koko Nihon de okonawa reru no wa dō iu wake ka tekisetsudesu. 3Ttsu no chikara ga shōtotsu shi, karera jishin no saikō no taido o arawashite imasu. Korera subete ga watashitachi to mukiau chansudesu.

Torian and Dylan hold forward their titles.

Torian Drake: Soshite, watashitachiha sono chōsen o tanoshiminishiteimasu ga, 1tsu no koto o meikaku ni shimashou. NFW ga kore made ni teikyō shite kita saikō no mono o kokufuku shimashita. Watashitachi ni wa otoshiana ga arimashita, wa i, shikashi watashitachi wa modotte kuru no o yamemasen. Soshite, watashitachi wa kesshite sō shimasen. Korera ga shōhindearu kagiri, watashitachiha watashitachi ga motte iru subete no mono to tatakaudeshou, soreha tokorode watashitachi o nanika hoka no mono ni michibikimasu. Anata wa watashi no ani ga watashitachi ga taisetsu ni shita 4tsu no zokusei ga aru to itta koto ni kidzukimashita.

The brothers hold up their hands in the number four.

Torian Drake: The fourth is heart. That unmitigated spirit that cannot ever be conquered. That is our embodiment and we carry it with strength and respect. 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.
As the soft piano intro to Sky Wikluh’s “Pazi Sta Radis” starts playing throughout the arena, the crowd begins to boo, knowing by now who that theme belongs to. But as the bass drops and Kasey Kash walks out, we can hear him over the mic.

Kasey Kash: ”CUT MY FUCKING MUSIC!”

The music is cut at his request, and the crowd continues to shower him in hate.

Kasey Kash: ”I was just gonna let this shit all slide, but nah. These motherfuckers keep trying to speak on me, on what I’m thinking, and whatever it was that Effy said. I don’t give a shit.”

The crowd just keeps on booing Kasey, but he just doesn’t give a shit.

Kasey Kash: ”People wanna try and speak on my mental state, or whatever. They wanna try and say they understand why I said what I said, and did what I did. They have no fucking RIGHT to talk about me. They do not fucking know what’s going through my fuckin head. They don’t care. That much is already fucking crystal clear. But you know what? Fuck them. They wanna talk, lets fucking shoot.”

By this point, Kasey is just strolling down to the ramp. Taking his time as he continues to talk.

Kasey Kash: ”Effy is what I said she was. Effy is a paper champion. Effy is scared that people don’t consider her a real fucking champion. Effy is scared that she’ll lose the title when the first real fuckin challenge comes knocking, that would be me for the slow fucks in the crowd. She likes to claim that she's all that, but what she is… is a blemish on that championship's legacy...and someone that loves to hog the spotlight all for herself.”

Kasey smirks as he reaches the ring.

Kasey Kash: ”And now we move onto Adriana Salvatore. Let’s list off some of her claims about me, shall we?...’He’s got all this talent. All this ability. But what he doesn’t have is the drive and desire to demand what he wants.’... well, Adriana. I don’t know if you actually pay attention to the product that you’re a part of, but that's exactly what I did. I won my match, got on the microphone, and demanded what I fucking deserve. Which is recognition as one of the baddest motherfuckers, and demanding that Effy gives me the title shot that I have, quite frankly, earned after all the suffering I put myself through for these fucking fans, not that they’d show me any actual appreciation for entertaining them, which is why I could give a fuck less what they have to say about me. Fuck these fans.”

Kasey rolls under the bottom rope, before standing and facing against the side of the ring facing towards the hard cam, pacing back and forth in front of it.

Kasey Kash: ”...then we move onto another thing that she decided to fucking mention…’You put all this training and work into someone who’s failing upwards. ‘. Adriana, you must be the dumbest motherfucker I know spewin’ shit like this on the mic. Failing upwards? Nah. I’m dominating everywhere I go. I’ve held championships in nearly every promotion I go to. You call that failing upwards? I call that leaving a fucking legacy behind me. You call it Effy putting the training into me, I call it all she gave me was a roof over my head. The only people to ever train me was my family. All Effy was for my career was a leech, and I removed that leech. So you can claim all you want that I’m not worthy of doing what I did. But it ain’t gonna change the fact that I’ve already done it. So get the fuck over it… now, with that fuckin over and done with. Lets bring Binka out, give her the five minutes of fame she’s gotten herself into, and she’ll just do exactly what others before her have done, lay the fuck down for Kasey Motherfucking Kash.”

Kasey Kash vs. Binka Moab

The bell sounds and immediately, Binka and Kasey lock up in the center of the ring. Kasey goes behind and puts Binka into a waist lock. Binka fights and reverses it into a headlock on Kasey. Kasey backs into the ropes and throws Binka off of him. Binka hits the ropes and slides between the legs of Kasey and trips him up and sends him face first into the mat. Binka then grabs Kasey by the leg and puts on a knee bar. Kasey is able to kick at Binka though with his free leg and force her off of him. Binka though is right to her feet as Kasey gets up to his knees and he’s met with a sliding lariat by Binka who goes for a cover, but only manages a one count. She picks Kasey up to his feet and she delivers an Exploder suplex before she takes him and delivers Pathogenic Ocular Dissonance. Binka once again hooks the leg and this time, manages a two count on Kasey.

Binka picks Kasey up and sends him into the corner. Binka charges in and goes for a corner splash, but Kasey rolls out of the way and Binka collides with the top turnbuckle. Kasey pulls Binka out and delivers a forearm to the back of the head before he follows it up with belly to back suplex. Kasey climbs to the top rope and he delivers a swanton bomb. He hooks the leg, but Binka rolls a shoulder up at two. Kasey pulls Binka up and he goes for a spinning backfist, but Binka is able to duck it and she delivers an ear ringer to Kasey who stumbles back and she follows it up with a running lariat that takes Kasey down. Binka grabs Kasey’s leg and she puts him in a stretch muffler. Kasey fights and struggles, coming close to tapping out, but manages to find the ropes and force a break. Binca releases at the count of four and she goes for Somnambulism, but Kasey counters out of it and rakes the eyes of Binka before he delivers Fuck You And All Your Friends and then hits her with Going The Distance and hooks the leg and picks up the win.


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadesu, pinfōru de, Kasey Kash!

Miranda Augustino: Kasey came to win and that he certainly fucking did!

Seth Ernst: Tell me about it! I’d say that FM Young and Adrianna Salvatore collectively lit a fire up under that kid!

Miranda Augustino: We’ll see how long it burns! See you bitches next week in Nara!