NFW Trauma #56! 12/11/2021!

The action in the ring had already gotten started after the referee did their pre-match check over of each competitor. Lil Juicy and Debby Haze locked up in the middle of the ring, and a major battle for dominance despite the height difference between the two of them. Debby was able to roughly slam her head back against Juicy’s chest a couple of times, seemingly taking the wind out of him long enough for her to end the lock-up only to turn around and nail him with a spinning heel kick straight to his chest, sending Juicy stumbling back against the ropes. He draped his arms over them for a moment, getting his breath back as Debby launched herself off of the opposite side of the ring, charging at him full speed and going for a clothesline to send him over and onto the floor, but the taller of the two was able to duck and roll out of the way just in time. Haze went over the ropes, unable to stop herself, but she held onto the top rope and fell to the ring apron, rolling back in under the bottom rope after a moment. Unfortunately for her, this had given Lil Juicy the time he needed to get to his feet and get his breath back the rest of the way. He grabbed Debby and scooped her up, slamming her down onto her back hard with a strong powerbomb. The guy didn’t give her a chance to get back to her feet on her own before he grabbed her and hit her with a stiff lariat, sending her crashing back down to the mat after his arm connected against her throat. She began coughing some and grabbed at her throat. Debby continued to cough as the referee checked on her, but she waved the referee off after a few moments, saying she was continuing the match. Juicy got the woman to her feet and whipped her into the corner, ensuring that her back hit hard from the force, and he began running towards her. Debby slumped down for a moment, but when she saw Jucy coming towards her, she quickly maneuvered around and hit him with a sudden back elbow, managing to catch him in the shoulder/collar bone area. She quickly jumped to the middle rope and began climbing to the top where she turned to face Lil Juicy. She leaped off and brought her knees closer together, looking to hit him with her Saturday Night Fever meteora, but he was able to turn the move into his favor and nailed Haze directly in the abdomen with a fierce superkick. Stumbling just a touch from the force of the move, Lil Juicy moved back as Haze hit the mat, but he swiftly made his way to the turnbuckles, climbing them to the top like his opponent previously had. After making sure that Debby was still within range on the mat and seemingly not going anywhere, Juicy leapt off of the top rope, executing a pretty decent, for someone with his lack of proper training at least, Splash Like Pippen frog splash. He immediately pinned Debby and the referee slid to the mat to begin the pin count.

We have grainy security video footage, as we see Brea Lombardi in the parking lot, looking very disparaged. She wasn't happy with the situation that she has fallen into, as a voice called out to her.

Viola Mancini: "Hey, you! Brea Lombardi, come here. I want to talk to you, woman to woman."

She said, as Brea was naturally cautious, given Viola's nature.

Brea Lombardi: "What do you want? I'm not here to start anything..."

She asked, as Viola would approach her casually, hands up, as she meant no harm to Brea.

Viola Mancini: "Don't worry, I'm not here to hurt you. I just want to talk to you... I know that you and Faye don't get along."

Brea Lombardi: "No shit."

Brea said, still with a big axe to grind against her.

Viola Mancini: "The way she blatantly disrespected you? It's disgraceful. And then Santiago drafted you to fight for her, as well? That scumbag isn't worth lacing your boots, and you have to march to her orders?"

She said, letting her words stew in Brea's head, as Viola known it was getting under her skin.

Brea Lombardi: "Make your point, or get out of my way. I'm not in the mood for this."

Viola Mancini: "Oh? Did I strike a nerve? Well, I'm not here to Wang Chung tonight, or whatever you people trapped in the 80's say..."

Brea Lombardi: "That..."

Viola would put her finger to Brea's lips to silence her, as she continued to speak.

Viola Mancini: "What I'm here for is to make you an offer. It's no secret that you don't want to work with Faye... so, why don't you make my job easier? Here... take this as a token of my appreciation, and a little extra encouragement..."

Viola said, handing Brea a messenger bag, as she would continue to speak.

Viola Mancini: "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to finish the job you started and put down Faye Brown."

Viola said, as Brea watched her walk away while holding the bag. She shakes her head, before looking inside to see an autographed vinyl record of Youthenasia with a note of appreciation from Marty Friedman, the guitarist she idolized since her youth. Brea gasped in sheer surprise, before contemplating on what Viola was offering her, and what she wanted her to do, as the feed cuts out.


Frederick glares over at the three Asian women, still incensed that they cut off his performances. Sariel nods to the twins and steps out to the floor. Frederick tries to rush in at them for cutting off his song and the twins step back and give him a double step-up enziguri that drives him face first into the turnbuckles. Reginald runs over and the twins catch him for a flapjack that lands him against Frederick in the corner. Reginald staggers back after impact and the twins catch him from behind. They scoop him up and then run him like a spear into Frederick’s back. The twins step back and hit a double spinebuster on Reginald. The junior member of the Drama Club rolls away in pain as Frederick clutches at his back. He turns and starts to step away from the corner as the twins line-up on opposite sides of him. He takes a step and they hit double step-up enziguris again, this time one in the front and one in the back. Frederick goes down like he’s been shot and Remiel covers.

Reginald breaks it up.

The Twins drag him up and execute a Hart Attack on him before heading to opposite corners. They ascend to their respective peaks and then stand tall, nodding to each other. They leap off for a double big splash onto Reginald. Remiel rolls off to allow her twin to hold for the cover.

Frederick breaks it up.

Remiel drops an elbow to the back of Frederick’s head. The twins peel him off and throw him aside. They drag Reginald up and give him dual kicks to the gut. They hook him and launch him over for a double exploder suplex. Frederick tries to step in to stop whatever assault might be coming for his junior compatriot but the twins give him a flurry of kicks that step him in his tracks and then drop him to his knees. Regionals staggers up and Remiel hits a superkick on him that sends him flying back into the corner, falling into the steamed position. Hananiel runs in with a running hip attack, smashing his head against the turnbuckle. Reginald slumps to the mat, seemingly unconscious. Frederick eats a kick to the back of the head from Remiel and then a running knee strike from Hananiel. Before he can topple over, the twins grab him and pull him up to his feet. They step into position and then drill him with the Revelator. Frederick goes down, apparently out just like his partner. Remiel drops down for the cover.


Sariel steps in and nods to her two charges. The twins nod back to her and allow the referee to raise their hands.

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

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

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

Charlie Grace: Yes yes yes, we all know you ‘fans’ out there will always show hatred and contempt for your betters. The Corvins are used to such reactions. Do not think that you bother them or me. We have always accepted that those lesser than us will hate us. Simply because you will never be us. That is partially the reason we have come out here tonight. To discuss this so-called Chrysanthemum Shield.

The crowd pops with cheers at their mention. This causes Charlie to smirk

Charlie Grace: Ah yes. How you love them and despise my clients. They have been a thorn in not only Lana’s but Daniel’s and Rowena’s sides. So I did what any decent and respectable manager…

Charlie looks directly into the camera.

Charlie Grace: ...would do. I went to Ms. Santiago and spoke to her about the issue. She agreed with me that this issue needs to be resolved. So, at WrestleWar Eighteen there shall be a Trios Match. The Chrysanthemum Shield will take on the greatest Dynasty in all of wrestling. The Corvins!

Again the crowd pops.

Charlie Grace: That shall be when The Corvins take out the trash once and for all. They shall rid themselves of this nuisance so they can get on with doing what Corvins do best. Win titles and set standards. Soon the Corvins shall be Gold once again.

Charlie smirks again as she lowers the mic. “Church of Madness” kicks up again as the crowd gives the group their hatred.
Pink and green lights begin to rapidly flash along to the sounds of BABYMETAL's Megitsune. As the first lyrics begin, Mayumi Tanahashi bursts through the curtain and spins around, showing off her ring jacket with the large wings. As the music kicks up, Mayumi runs forward, her arms outstretched to high-five anyone who can reach her. She runs and slides into the ring, going almost all the way across. She looks at the camera with a wide smile and blows a kiss before she hops to her feet, goes to the corner, and gives a wave to the crowd. She leaps off the second rope with a moonsault and lands back in the middle of the ring, stretching her arms out as the lights dim and her wings light up like a beautiful rainbow. Mayumi hands the jacket off and takes a mic as she waves to her parents and uncle.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Kon'nichiwa Tōkyō. Ie ni ite Kōrakuen hōru ni iru no wa totemo īdesu.

Mayumi smiles as the crowd cheers. She waves to a few friends in the crowd and seems very happy.

Mayumi Tanahashi: WrestleWar is coming very soon inside of a very large building that’s not very far from here, and I… We want a match. At the very start of this tour, I brought out the wheel of wonder to help myself find a tag team partner. The first two spins did NOT go how I wanted. The third one landed on someone I love and we didn’t do that great as a team. So then I got stuck with one of the people I didn’t want to team with and we did do pretty good as a team and we won, and then I was stuck with her again and we won again. I still wasn’t sure about her though… until last week. That big jerk was ready to kick my head off, but My tag team partner did not let that happen and we ended up winning the match. Please welcome my new tag team partner, The Oncoming Storm Lassindra Haliday.

The lights dim as an emergency warning siren blares throughout the arena. The typical evacuation alert is given, in Russian, before "The Devil In" starts. Sparks erupt from the stage, along with thick smoke, before the musclebound Russian woman walks through, looking out around the arena. She shakes out her wrists, hopping back and forth on both feet before heading down to the ring. She ascends the stairs, stepping over the top rope before making her way to a corner and climbing onto the second turnbuckle, spreading her arms wide as sparks shower down around the ring. Once the display has concluded, Lassindra joins Mayumi in the middle of the ring as the crowd cheers her on.

Lassindra Haliday: Kon'nichiwa Tōkyō. Atatakai omotenashi arigatōgozaimasu. Mayumi was not the only one that wasn’t thrilled about us teaming together, but I always wanted to make the best of it, and honestly, we work very well together, and now that she finally explained things, well it was kind of dumb, but I get it.

Lassindra looks over at Mayumi with a slight smile and Mayumi returns it with a big smile of her own.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Yea yea. You are right, we do work well together and I think we could be tag team champions. But, every great team needs a great name, and oh shoot wait I forgot I had something super special to announce. Lassindra, from now on you are no longer the big blonde bitch. You are officially the big blonde bestie.

Mayumi smiles again and wraps Lass up with a hug, or well she tries to, but Lassindra isn’t really the hugging type. Lass pats Mayumi’s head and the Sky Child relinquishes.

Mayumi Tanahashi: Back to the name thing. We have a super awesome name for our team, and we want to have the like super official debut at WrestleWar, but we will need a team to go up against THE-

Before she can get any farther the intro of "Take A Step Back" plays out throughout the arena the lights dim down, that is until the bass drops and the lights start pulsing to the bass, J.T.M. and Chance Williams soon come out, wearing matching "All Eyez On Us" hoodies and Purge Masks that are lighting up in tune with the bass of the song. As they make their way down the ramp we can see fans calling out to them and flipping them off, but the pair gives absolutely zero fucks. They slide under the bottom rope and pop up in front of Mayumi and Lass, each of them getting microphones as the crowd is very unhappy with the interruption.

Chance Williams: God… will you ever just shut up! Dude, you keep on talking, and talking, and talking. Me and Jay are fucking sick of it.

Just That Motherfucker: Exactly! But what also pissed us off was the fact that you said you say you “need” a team to go against, not like you ACTUALLY need an opponent, but it got me and Chance thinkin, didn’t it.

Chance Williams: It got us thinkin’ about how we whooped you on your birthday, not like that made any difference to you, wanna know why?

Just That Motherfucker: It’s because you… you just aren’t that good. Even with all the momentum in the world behind you, you fell at the hurdle. You couldn’t beat me and Chance because you stumbled because you felt like you had everyone watching you, and the pressure got to you.

Chance Williams: Exactly. The pressure got to you and you fumbled the bag. So… with all that being said. We’re out here to tell you, without you havin to ask the rest of those fucking bozos in the back…

All Eyez on Us waits for a second, BEFORE NAILING THE PAIR OF THEM WITH SUPERKICKS!

Chance Williams: WE ACCEPT!!

The pair then throw the mics down as they grab Lassindra by her hair, and tie her up in the ropes as they then turn their attention to Mayumi, who tries to fight back, but the numbers game proves to be too much, as the pair nail her with another double superkick, Lassindra is trying her best to get out of the ropes, but she just can’t. All Eyez On Us then set her up for the “Before I Forget”, but before J.T.M springboards off the ropes, he blows Lassindra a kiss, before the pair then spike Mayumi, as she is forced to watch. The pair stand tall over her before walking out of the ring as officials come out to the ring and free Lassindra, before tending to Mayumi. Lassindra rushes over to check on her tag partner before she looks up the ramp, glaring at AEOUs as they gloat and taunt the fans on their way up the ramp.


Trixie and Kayako walk out to meet each other, both smiling sweetly as they arrive. The referee steps back, looking almost uncomfortable at the two smiling like this. Trixie and Kayako both giggle and then start throwing some of the most wicked, stiff punches ever seen. The two start hammering away on each other as the crowd gasps in shock. The referee steps back as the two cute, seemingly adorable little things proceed to beat the shit out of each other where they stand, hamming away with blow after blow as if both have an inexhaustible tank of energy at their disposal. The two continue to blister each other with vicious punches that everyone watching is astonished to see haven’t dropped the other one yet. Kayako goes for a low kick but Trixie catches it and hits a capture suplex. Trixie floats over for a cover.

Kaede grabs Kayako’s foot and places it on the ropes before any count can be made, stepping back and pointing to make sure everyone can see that Kayako’s foot is, in fact, on the ropes.

Trixie backs off the cover as the referee starts to step in. Kayako goes to the eyes and as the referee starts to admonish her, Kayako shakes her head and begs forgiveness for whatever oopsy must have happened here. Not buying it, the referee admonishes her anyway. Kayako giggles and then jumps into a victory roll on Trixie.

Trixie kicks out.

Both get to their feet and as Kayako goes for a big kick, Trixie returns the low blow favor where the referee can’t see it. Kayako goes down and Trixie goe to cover but Kaede jumps up onto the apron, causing the referee to come over to her. Trixie stands up and starts to wag a finger at Kaede. Kayako uses the distraction to roll Trixie up from behind.

Trixie kicks out.

Kayako ranas her back down and then goes for the Whoopsy Daisy! Trixie reverses into a duplex and lays on for the cover.

Kayako kicks out.

Trixie gets Kayako in the Get Jinxed but again, the referee is distracted by Kaede on the apron. Trixi releases her grip and shoves Kayako towards the ropes. Kayako stops just short of Kaede, putting her hands up and apologizing profusely. Trixie runs in behind her, gets a waistlock, runs her into Kaede and then into an O’Connor roll.

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


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.


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: Yes, you ungrateful shitheads, you get me gracing your dull, pathetic lives one more time before WrestleWar. And of course, the woman who's been lighting up Twitter more than some bright new Biblical star standing right next to me for all of you pervs to drool over.

Kate motions to Kristi who does a very slow hip shaking dance. The audience is clearly confused for a moment, but breaks into boos once more.

Cali-Kate: Haha, the best part is, you do that and all it does is make us hotter commodities than before. Keep raining them down.

Kate and Kristi smirk as the audience continues.

Cali-Kate: As announced , I will be taking on Ha-... Hal-... ahem-hem… Hal- Oh my fucking God her name tastes worse in my throat than anything Angel Kash or Lucifer ever did to me. Congratulations, Hal- egh ack aaack… Haley!

Kate doubles over in exaggerated disgust that Kristi has to "help" her with.

Kristi Yahontov: Hey boss, you should be more careful with the sour words in your mouth.

Cali-Kate: You mean all my cursing?

Kristi Yahontov: No I mean saying Hal- ech ой ебать, это заразно!

Cali-Kate: Look, Haley, eugh, has had a good run in NFW so far. You know what Haley, you remind me of… me two years ago. Ready to go into a triple threat match for a title with a "deserving" champion… whoever that champion ends up being.

Kristi Yahontov: My personal vote is for Marco.

Kate pauses a moment and turns to Kristi. Kristi nods, shrugging a bit as she sways a bit.

Cali-Kate: What?

Kristi Yahontov: Yea, sure bet for the underdog. Griff's the champ, and when two people need the win, go with the experience.

Cali-Kate: I'm glad you've been paying attention, but you still have a lot of shit to learn, Padawan. Such as never bet against the man who managed to take my title. Guarantee it's Griffin who rounds out that triple threat match. But we will indeed see if even Nova can prove us both wrong. So for now we are just sticking with the thing we know for sure which is that Haley and I will be in that match.

Kristi Yahontov: As if she really has a chance. You've said that Haley is all fucking talk.

Cali-Kate: I've said Halry is a lot of fucking talk. Haley has proven to be cunning even if she doesn't come out with a win, she does come out with an opponent that has been put through the damn ringer. And in a triple threat match, where the champ doesn't have to be pinned, that can make the difference. It could be me and whoever wins later duking it out while Haley waits and picks her spot. I said Haley was cunning, not unpredictable. Because, compared to me of course, Haley is still shining boots. And she doesn't have what it takes to shine mine.

Kate turns to the audience again.

Cali-Kate: So for the benefit of those of you who don't have the fucking mental capacity to keep up with what I'm saying, it doesn't fucking matter who wins tonight, and I don't give a shit that Haley Halsry is in the match. Because I am going into that match to reclaim what's mine, the Perseverance title. I made that title what it means now and I'll make it worth more when I get it back. And there is nothing anyone is going to be able to do to stop me from it. I will be the top champion, bigger than the United States champion and bigger than the Undisputed champ, just as I was bigger than the Undisputed champ when I was the Perseverance champion last time.

Kristi and Kate smirk as the audience is back to booing Kate, although some applause in the background can also be heard.

Cali-Kate: WrestleWar is just around the corner. And this holiday season, my gift is going to be a title around my waist. The perfect way to close out the year, with everything just as it fucking should be. Watch me! Game start, bitches!

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.


Faye and Viola lock up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up with the other two members of the Mancini Syndicate watching from her corner on the floor. Faye takes a side headlock and takes Viola down to the mat. Faye moves into the mounted position and starts throwing bombs, Viola trying to cover up as Faye throws big fist after big fist. Camilla starts to come up onto the apron but the referee moves to stop her. As the referee goes, Isabella jumps up on the other side. Faye jumps up and drills Isabella in the mouth. Camilla drops down to the floor. Viola goes for a school gril on Faye.

Faye kicks out.

Faye mounts Viola again and starts to hammer away all over again. This time as Camilla starts up onto the apron, Faye jumps up and punches her. Viola comes up behind Faye and gets an O’Connor roll.

Faye kicks out.

Faye tries to mount Viola again but has her ankle pulled by Camilla. Faye kicks Camilla in the chops and gets La Magistral cradled by Viola.

Faye kicks out.

Faye pounds the mat and jumps into a Thesz Press, opening up and pounding Viola like she's a piece of meat on a butcher’s block. Faye draws blood and keeps hammering away on the woman lying before her. Viola tries to roll away but Faye is having none of it. Camilla jumps up onto the apron again. Faye jumps up and punches her dead in the mouth, sending her flying off the apron. Isabella jumps up onto the apron on the other side and Faye punches her dead in the mouth as well. Isabella tumbles off the apron and Faye lets out a roar. She turns and walks into an inside cradle.


Faye starts to kick out but Isabella jumps up and pushes on Viola’s back.


Camilla and Isabella jump into the ring and the Mancini Syndicate starts to put the boots to the Scrap-Iron Scarecrow three on one. As they start to take over on Faye, Captain Cosmo, Marco Valintine, Zara Divata, Trixie Decker, Brea Lombardi, Solomon Graham and River Chance run down to help their War Ensemble team captain. Within seconds, the rest of Viola’s team, Nova Juaquin, Diamond Steele, Vanita Thompson and La Silencia make their way to the ring and wade into the fight. The fifteen combatants brawl all over as the camera switches to backstage. It finds Nathanaiel Dixon, the only member of either team not out there fighting, simply watching on from the backstage area, smirking in amusement as everyone beats each other senseless. The shot lingers on him watching the mayhem in the ring before cutting to commercial.

Dakota Winters is backstage with Griffin Hawkins who is strumming on his guitar Norma Jean as he's sitting on a roll along cart. His custom Perseverance Title is resting right beside as she comes up to him with a microphone.

Dakota Winters: Griffin? A word please?

He looks up at her.

Griffin Hawkins: Sure, what's up?

He puts down the guitar and stands up.

Dakota Winters: I want to talk about tonight's Triple Threat Match for the Perseverance Title...but before we get to that, I don't think I'd be doing my job if I didn't address the Elephant in the room..Hayley Halsey. For the last few months she's been running you down on social media and episodes of Trauma. It seems she's got it in for you.

Griffin Hawkins: Honestly Dakota...I thought I had gotten rid of her a long time ago, but she seems to keep wanting to run her gob about me and send threats and allegations my way...and quite honestly she's getting on my nerves. Honestly I dunno what her deal is..one minute she has this creepy stalker crush on me, the next she's jealous of any kind of success that comes my way. Either way...the chick is straight up obsessed with me. If she continues these games with me, I'm gonna shut her up once and for all...who knows, it might even be on this tour of Japan. I'll just say this about Hayley..her obsession with me will be her destruction.

Dakota Winters: With that out of the way, let's talk about tonight. You are going to defend your title against Marco Valintine and Nova Juaquin. Both are hungry competitors looking to leave with your title.

He picks up the title, draping it over his shoulder.

Griffin Hawkins: Both are indeed tough athletes and can at any time leave with the title. I don't even have to be pinned to lose this belt. Me and Marco...we're friends. We like to hang out and see the sights of the city. But Marco's problem is he...might be focused on the wrong thing. It's cool that he's into the after party scene...the nightclub life. But there is a time for that....and a time to fight. Things have not really been going his way lately, and winning this title might be just the thing to turn it all around. But I'm not gonna let friendship get in the way of this match. And then we got Nova Juaqin, someone who is competing in the big War Ensemble where the last one standing will receive a shot at the United States Title held by my tag partner Stacy Jones. She's been turning a lot of heads lately and is willing to do anything to win. That is an admirable quality...but she's gonna have to try hard to get this belt. I hope that she isn't too focused on that multi tag match...because if she's not careful, she's gonna get her lights put out. Both of these individuals want my title...but only one is gonna leave with it..and I'll be damned if it's not me.

He takes Norma Jean and the title and walks off.
The scene changes to a candle-lit room. Out of the darkness materializes the pale face of Lord Lucifer. He moves his head from side to side as if measuring you up. He settles and stops moving, sitting as still as a statue. When he starts to speak, all that moves are his lips.

Lord Lucifer: I have come to a decision.

There was a long pause of silence where Lucifer once again didn’t move.

Lord Lucifer: You shall do this alone.

There was another long pause. This time there is a drastic change in Lucifer’s demeanor. His face contorts in incredulity.

Anton Crowley: But I offered myself to you as your vessel!

Anton’s lip curls in anger before his face drops back to that motionless and emotionless mask.

Lord Lucifer: You did because I am going to help you achieve a very specific goal, Mr. Crowley. This is not part of that goal. So this little adventure of yours will be yours and yours alone to handle.

That passive face stayed for a moment before one of resignation took over.

Anton Crowley: Fine. But I do not trust Adrianna or the others that have it out for the both of us. Will Asmodeus, Sariel, and the Twins still look out for me?

All expression drains from their face.

Lord Lucifer: They have been given their orders. They would never let anything happen to my vessel. Should anyone try anything, my Children shall be there.

They nod their acceptance and look back up.

Anton Crowley: I understand, my Lord.

A smirk crosses those lips.

Lord Lucifer: After your petty squabble is over, the real fun gets to begin.

They chuckle sinisterly until there is a light knock on the door.

Anton Crowley: Enter.

The door opens and in walks Tia Santos, the Harbinger of the Children.

Tia Santos: ¿Mi señor? ¿Lucifer?

Anton turns to look at Tia, revealing he had been looking into a mirror.

Anton Crowley: He has left me to handle this, Tia my Love.

Tia walks up to Anton and puts a hand on his shoulder.

Tia Santos: Aún tendrás éxito, mi amor.

The scene fades as the pair look at each other.


The bell rang for Korakuen Hall’s Trauma main event and the crowd was ready for it! Nova Juaquin, Marco Valintine and Griffin Hawkins all circled around the mat, looking for who to go at first. Marco got the crowd going with a clap chant to which Griffin joined in on the encouragement. “C’mon, Korakuen Hall! I can’t hear you!” The crowd happily got louder, looking for a good start off to the match but what they got instead was Nova Juaquin running in and blindsiding Griffin with a forearm while he was amping up the crowd. Nova began firing off with forearms and knees, driving Griffin into the corner in a vicious assault until Marco ran over to grab her and pull her away. He told her starting a match cheap off like that wasn’t cool and Nova went for a forearm on him next. Marco parried and caught her with a knee to the midsection then Irish Whipped her into the opposite corner. He thought for a second then grabbed Griffin’s arm, Irish Whipping him at the woman so Hawkins could hit a big corner clothesline. Griffin then Irish Whipped Nova out of the corner towards Marco who spun around with a flashy discus lariat. The two got up and high fived then Marco turned and went for a cover.


Broken up by Griffin Hawkins, pulling Marco Valintine off. This started a debate between the two of what was going on. Griffin obviously wasn’t going to just let a challenger take his title so easily. Nova rolled away while the two men debated, inflating into an argument that got heated then wound up exchanging blows back and forth. Marco took the advantage with a series of various kicks, chopping away at Griff’s legs and softening his ribs before he ducked a clothesline from Griff with a slide, popped up with an explosive Capoeira Kick, then hit a standing Moonsault to hook Griff’s leg.


Griffin kicked out and Marco picked him up to his feet but Griffin exploded upwards and smashed him in the mouth with an elbow. He went for Shot In The Dark (Superkick) early but Marco juked him on it and ran to the ropes. Griffin ran and hit the ropes right behind him, throwing Marco off a little - just enough that Griffin was able to catch him with a Spear takedown. He followed up with a Breakdancing Legdrop right across Marco’s chest and went for a follow up cover.


Nova Juaquin came back into the match with a kendo stick, cracking Griffin across the back with it. As he rolled off, she brought the stick down across Marco’s ribs over and over, then once more over Griffin’s back while he was trying to get up. She pulled Marco up again, looking for Stolen Looks (Pedigree), nailing it and went for a cover again.


Nova got to her feet, frustrated now and hit a Jumping Knee Drop across Griffin’s back before rolling out of the ring to grab more weapons. Steel chairs and a table were slid into the ring as Nova sought to up the ante a little. She started setting the table up, making sure it was sturdy and right. As she did, Griffin Hawkins spun her around and folded her up, looking for God’s Last Gift (Package Piledriver) but Marco Valintine hit him with a Superkick from the side. Marco went for a Suplex on Nova through the table but she managed to fight free with shots to the ribs. She went to slam his face into the tabletop but he blocked and countered, slamming hers instead. Nova staggered away, crumpling to the mat and holding her nose as Marco turned right into a Shot In The Dark (Superkick) by Griffin Hawkins, sending him onto the table! He began climbing up to the turnbuckle, looking for the Stage Dive (Top Rope Legdrop) when all of a sudden, Hayley Halsey appeared from down the walkway and slid into the ring. She promptly shoved Marco off of the table and turned to Griffin for a second with a wicked grin before looking disappointed. Hayley began to scream at him that he was supposed to jump and miss. Griffin shrugged out his hands and clearly mouthed “how stupid are you?!” Hayley pointed a finger, shrieking at Griffin, threatening to sue for slander when, from behind the champion, Curtis Hughes came up onto the apron and gave Hawkins a mighty shove! Hayley scrambled out of the way and Griffin went crashing through the table. She pushed Marco Valintine over Griffin, yelling at Referee Yumi Akiyama to make the pin.


Hayley began stomping her feet on the mat, yelling at Nova, asking why she did that. Why did she stop Griffin from losing the title?! Nova got up and Hayley gave her a shrug, calling her a stupid hater. Nova huffed angrily and exploded back with a Superkick right to Halsey’s jaw, sending her down to the mat. This got Curtis Hughes to climb into the ring, angrily approaching Nova who looked a little apprehensive but wasn’t about to back down. Just when it looked like he was about to grab Nova, Marco Valintine stepped in and walloped him in the back with a steel chair. It was like hitting a brick wall as Hughes turned around and Marco went for another shot but Hughes punched the chair right back into his face, seized him by the throat and hit and hit a big Chokeslam to the mat, causing Marco to roll to the outside. As he went to turn back to Nova, however, she was ready and waiting with a big kick right to the jewels. She also had a kendo stick in her hand which she cracked Hughes over the head with and kicked him out of the ring. As she packed up, however, Griffin had gotten back to his feet and grabbed Nova to hit the Seventh Star (Cross Rhodes) for the cover!


Umi Toriyama: Kore ga anata no shōshadeari, imademo nintai-ryoku no chanpiondearu Gurifin Hōkinsudesu!

Seth Ernst: Griffin Hawkins retains once again! He’ll be defending the title in two weeks at Wrestle War!

Miranda Augustino: Yeah, but he’s got a hell of a challenge ahead of hi–OH SHIT!!!

Miranda was cut off as Hayley Halsey made it back to her knees and hit the celebrating champion with a low blow from behind using her arm. Hayley straddled over Griffin’s chest and started laying into him with open hand slaps.

Miranda Augustino: And I wasn’t even talking about Halsey but she’ll be in the match though!! Looks like she might have some fight ready to bring to the Tokyo Dome!

Seth Ernst: Assaulting Griffin Hawkins with those slaps! Somebody get her off of him!

Miranda Augustino: Griff’s probably thinking the same thing!

After a moment, Hayley got off of Griffin on her own and leaned down to pick up the Perseverance Championship. She smiled adoringly at it before grinning wickedly at the crowd and raised the belt up over her head. The show was just about to go off the air when Cali-Kate slid into the ring behind Hayley.

Miranda Augustino: Oye!! It’s Mami!!!

Seth Ernst: The Geekette Extraordinaire!!!! Cali-Kate’ll be in that title match as well!

Kate grabbed Hayley, spun her around and promptly drove her face down right onto the title with Starstruck (Killswitch). Afterwards, she grabbed the title and stood to her feet, staring down at it with cold, calculated eyes. Meanwhile, Griffin Hawkins got to his feet, still moving tenderly as Curtis Hughes pulled Hayley Halsey out of the ring. Kate and Hawkins stared each other down. Kate raised the title over head as a symbol of confidence…before slowly stepping up and placed it over Griffin’s shoulder with a cold smirk and the words “Keep it warm for me.” She left the ring, giving Griffin his time to celebrate but by now, he only leaned against the ropes, waiting for the rest of the pain from that low blow to subside as “Separate Ways” by Journey played while the crowd applauded and cheered him. This helped lift Griffin’s energy some and he finally raised the belt and his fist up in the air.

Seth Ernst: What a match that was and what a match Hawkins, Cali-Kate and Halsey are gonna have in two weeks! It’s Wrestle War at the Tokyo Dome! Be there, y’all!”

Miranda Augustino: We’re gonna take one more break and then we got the contract signing for the Undisputed Championship! Champion, FM Young and challenger Kasey Kash are gonna be out here in just a few minutes! Don’t go anywhere, bitches!

FM Young walked down the ramp with little fanfare. Though her usual music played, the woman did not play to the crowd instead she walked to the ring with a somber demeanor. FM sat down on the ring apron, taking a moment to breathe. A moment let her head hang down, face covered by that long, rangy mane of hair. After that moment, she takes a microphone from a stagehand and looks up.

FM Young: That old crow came back today sitting in my window like a prophet, out on the fire escape, to say. Anger is just love, left out, gone to vinegar.

FM’s voice is singsong as she croons out the words in a low tone. The melody ends with a hum trails off as she raises the mic again. In the ring behind her were a table and a set of office chairs. Probably picked so they were harder to use as weapons, such had been the temper of Champion and Challenger lately.

FM Young: I’m feeling that, that bitter vinegar at the back of the throat feeling. I’ve been letting my anger get the better of me and it shouldn’t. I’ve been letting all the casual disrespect matter and it shouldn’t. I guess I just don’t know how to handle it when my students start to go off course but isn’t that the way? Shouldn’t I want them to outgrow me? I do, I want them to stand on their own, I guess I’d just rather the relationship not deteriorate, though I’m going to say that bit’s my bad too.

Fm gets up, swings herself into the ring, and up to her feet. The Tiger stalks around the ring with more of that coiled up caged animal energy.

FM Young: We toured together, and you lived in my house for three months. I know you, Kasey. I care about you, but lately, you’ve made the classic mistake of letting your anger eat you. I’m admittedly not the best teacher for that lesson. I also admit I should have been more open about that Halloween match between us. I let you down, I took for granted that you’d learned a lesson that I’m always keen to teach. This, this career we have? It’s a losing man’s game, nobody wins all the time or forever. I didn’t realize that match would do what it did to you, I should have been more attentive and not let that rift form. I’d thought you’d hit the ground and learn who you were, but you got to the bottom and didn’t know who Kasey Kash was. I’m sorry I wasn’t there, and when you work this out? If you want, I’ll be here. Because the Kasey Kash I know is a legacy maker, a workhorse and a fucking blast to be around.

FM reaches into the pocket of the jacket she’s wearing and produces the envelope containing the contract. She shuffles around her coat for another moment as she speaks again.

FM Young: I was too wrapped up in my own need to conquer. Too afraid of when that last great moment was going to happen back then. Hell, I almost let it happen again. I walked in here, on my own name, and beat a man who most definitely kicked my ass but also *almost* won. He beat you, and that shouldn’t have happened either. I know you want this fight, I know you need it. So. I’m going to sign this contract, and you’ll notice the stipulation is blank. You can come out here, and you can put whatever you want because I’ll have already signed it.”

FM finally finds the pen she’s been digging for and rips open the envelope, pulling the contract out and signing on the dotted line.

FM Young: I want you to have this, because I want to be absolutely sure you’re going to win. I also want to tell you that a title isn’t going to fill that void. I should know, a title won’t tell you who Kasey Kash is. I’ve had that conversation, and you know what? I know who I am. I know who FM Young is, she’s a woman who’s danced herself up and drunk herself down. Who’s found people to love, and left people to drown. She’s never been scared to jump and relishes the fall. I’ve fallen out of windows, I’ve fallen out of grace, I’ve fallen flat on my face, but this fall won’t kill me. Even if I lose, FM Young will be the woman who’s going to take that win right out of you, and she’ll be the one who earns the right to break your goddamn nose. Losing to Kasey Kash won’t be the end of me, but what will beating me do to you?

Just as Effy goes to continue her sentence, she’s cut off by a familiar sounding voice.

Kasey Kash: ”Let me cut you right the fuck off, Eff.

The crowd starts to gather around Kasey as he makes his way through them, before hopping the barricade and getting on the opposite side of the ring to FM Young.

Kasey Kash: ”I don’t wanna hear one more fucking WORD come out of your mouth. You keep trying and trying to get a reaction outta me, don’t ya? You don’t know when to leave shit alone. Well guess what motherfucker… now you’re gonna get your fucking reaction that you have been fucking craving since I called you out.”

The crowd goes crazy as Kasey steps into the ring and throws the chair on his side of the table over the top rope, with the wheels and the base shattering on impact with the floor.

Kasey Kash: ”You wanted the poke and prod the bear, you wanted to get any form of reaction out of me to fuel your own ego… because it’s always gotta be like ‘Oh, poor FM Young, always getting the short end of the stick. Why oh why is everyone on the internet so mean towards her!’ Which is an absolute crock of shit, might I add. The reason I didn’t say much on this mic, or on twitter is because I wanted to tell you, face to face. I don’t respect you. I lost all respect I ever had for you a long time ago. You wanna talk about how one day we’ll sit back and laugh at this? No. No we won’t. I hate you, Eff. With every fibre of my being. I despise everything you stand for, because the foundation you built yourself on was on the work of everyone else that you worked with. You only got over in OATH after that match with me, where all everyone could talk about was all the crazy shit I did. You’re like Avatar, the movie. How it’s the best selling movie of all time but no one remembers a single line of dialog from it.”

That comment draws some “Oohs” and “Ahhs” from the crowd. Kasey stands there… unphased.

Kasey Kash: ”...because not a single soul in the world can tell you about anything you’ve done in the ring. It’s unmemorable. I couldn’t tell you what the finish to your match with Anton was, mainly cause I had just gone through hell minutes beforehand. But you know what people do remember? They remember that Kasey Kash was millimeters away from becoming Undisputed Champion. That he took Anton to his limit and nearly won the championship… I outshined what the new champion did in the match to win said championship… because I am that fucking good. You talk about how you’re sorry for doing what you did… no you’re not. If you were sorry, you would’ve told me what was happening. You would’ve told the kid you took under your wing that you claimed all over twitter that you cared about… but did you care when I lost partner after partner after partner, people I cared about AND lived with, did you care after I got fired from places, after other companies stopped booking me, after I lost apartment after apartment because I couldn’t afford to live? Sure, you may have offered to put a roof over my head, but what sort of roof was it? Shit, it felt like I was part of a fucking cult when I was staying there with you in that shitty wearhouse with people I didn’t know at first, and still to this day I don’t like 99% of them. That’s the truth of the situation. But you know who DID care about me? My family. People like Beau, like JahJah, like Erika. You’re just a leech who fell off after you fuckin got all the hype you could out of me and went onto the next unfortunate soul who actually believed you.”

FM leans on the table, listening with an unreadable expression. Eventually she kicks the remaining chair a little too hard away from the table. So instead of rolling back it flops over on its side and bounces. The Tiger just growls, wrenches the chair up and throws herself down heavily into it, bringing the mic up.

FM Young: You wanna say that, you want to say I did nothing, but while you were pining over the Intrepid Championship you didn’t win? I was carrying the EW and BWF World Championships as well as the OATH Intrepid title. Probably why you dived head first into every company that would take you. You know what that did? It fucking burnt me, hard. I left you to fucking drown and I shouldn’t have. The part you're ignoring however? Are the times I did try to reach out to you, the times I asked you how you were doing and got told “Aaawww, she’ll be alright.” Maybe I should have been more persistent. But right now? You’re not gonna hear apologies, you’re not gonna hear sense and I don’t really fucking blame you. Call me a shit person all you want, that’s not really up for debate. The second you start calling my legacy, my career into question? I didn’t sacrifice everything I did for a glorified street urchin to not only bite the hand but try to take credit for everything I broke myself for. You want this fight? Fine. You’ve got it.

FM gestures at the contract on the table, before finally being much too twitchy to sit down. Instead bolting upright again with a rush of manic energy.

FM Young: I’m going to do something everybody blames parents for not doing enough these days. I’m going to whoop your ass. Win or lose it doesn’t matter to me, but I’m going to take it out of you, and I’m going to make you earn this. I’m going to show you exactly why I am a champion, why I am the Tiger, the One Woman Army, everywhere I go. I’m just going to have to accept that the loss might ruin you.

Kasey just looks at FM… not breaking the stare… before just cracking the biggest, most smug grin.

Kasey Kash: ”Look. You can talk all you want about how you were the hand that fed me. You can talk about how what you did for me and how you did this that and everything fuckin else for me. But what people don’t know is the shit that happened behind the scenes. They don’t know how many times I’ve lost my place to live, how I’ve moved across the country to be with someone only for that to fall through… and sure, while at the time I might’ve told you that ‘she’ll be right’. The good person in you should realise that ‘Hey, maybe he’s not alright.’ I lost nearly everyone that I thought cared about me, Eff. My Dad, my Mum. I lost them both before I had turned eighteen… that left me feeling like I was dead inside, or at least half of me was. Then I moved to the UK to try and find the woman I loved, only to find out she was cheating on me. I lived on the streets from when I was sixteen until I turned twenty four. That’s fucked up. I wouldn’t wish what I’ve been through on my worst fucking enemy. But you gotta understand. When I saw that you weren’t fighting to try and help me, I knew that at that point, no one actually cared. Not one of the people I met here in the US actually gave a fuck about me. I was on my own, I had no one to go to for any of that…”

The crowd, which is normally full of energy and excitement, has died down as Kasey talks about this subject.

Kasey Kash: ”...and that fucked me up. Because it’s true. I did look up to you, I thought of you as that weird Aunt that everyone seems to fucking have. I thought of you as family, it’s true. But you’re the one that fucked it up. Not me. I tried to show you that I wasn’t okay, and you were distant. I tried to get something outta you, I got crickets. So you know what Eff? This is it. After I sign this fucking contract, I am done with you. You can use someone else’s name to boost your own career to ‘new heights’ like you always seem to manage to do… just like you did in OATH. You knew I couldn’t beat you in that match, but what you did know is that you could use that fact I would give everything I had to try and win. You knew I wasn’t experienced enough to even be in that match… you used me to raise your stock. You used me to further your own career… but now? Now it’ll be Kasey Kash using FM Young to raise his stock… to further his career. Because at Wrestle War, I am set on winning this match, and that championship… and putting an end to FM Young… I will rip your fucking head off if I need to, and serve it to your bitch of a fiance on a silver fucking platter.”

Kasey grabs the contract and does his signature, before looking up at FM Young, and writing the match stipulation.

Kasey Kash: ”Because by leaving that stipulation blank, you have pretty much just signed your own death certificate. Because I am taking you to a place that my father invented. I am going to go to a place that I don’t like going to… because you and me, Eff? We’re fighting, not wrestling, fighting in the match type my father made famous. You and me… it’s gonna be a Wolfcreek Deathmatch… no canvas… no turnbuckle covers… no submissions… the only way you will be able to achieve victory over me, if I let you… is if you knock me the fuck out, or you’re able to pin my shoulders to the mat for the one, two, three… and the only one here to blame for when you lose this title will be yourself… because you could’ve saved yourself…”

Kasey stands up straight, before taking a step around the table, so he is now along the side of it.

Kasey Kash: ”...by choosing the stipulation yourself. I get what you were trying to do, but this is gonna backfire in your stupid fucking face…”

Kasey inches closer to her.

Kasey Kash: ”...you wanna hit me right now, don’t ya? I can see it in your eyes, you cold hearted bitch. I can see that rage and fury bubbling over to the surface. I can see that you’re trying your damnedest to hold it down, but that motherfucker keeps on trying to boil over. So go on then, hit me.”

Kasey just looks at her as he inches closer again.

Kasey Kash: ”...Hit me. Go on. Do it. Hit. Me.”

Again, he moves closer.

FM Young: Culty, funny you should use that word. Because you know what? I was in a fucking cult, not that you’d have known and keeping you from them was a big fucking part of why I got tossed out. So, when I tell you that I know how you feel. That I spent a long fucking time deprogramming all the bullshit after losing everyone I thought cared about me? I mean it. But you know, I didn’t expect you to show up and fix my fucking life, I should have reached out harder, but it’s hard to save someone without a life raft. Maybe I just got sick of hearing everything I did to Kasey Kash. Special Boy. This isn’t my excuse, like I said, not your shit to fix. But you’ve been poking for a reaction, you’ve been degrading my career, threatening my life and family. You’ve invited me into this hallowed stipulation, because you really want to end me. So you’re going to get your goddamnit reaction. You wanna climb into hell with me? Let’s fucking go, and I can hope that when you’re in the hospital recovering you manage to see a fucking shrink.

FM steps up and over, reaching out and snagging the arm of the remaining chair as she goes stalking toward Kasey with her jaw clenched and her teeth grit. Kasey just takes a step towards her, fully prepared for this to go to shit.

Kasey Kash: ”NOW YOU LISTEN TO ME YOU STUPID LITTLE CUNT, WHN I SAY HIT ME! I MEAN IT! FUCKING HIT! ME!. HIT ME EFF. DO IT! I KNOW IT’S ALL YOU’RE FUCKING THINKING ABOUT! SO DO IT! HIT! ME! FIGHT ME, RIGHT FUCKING HERE!”

Seth Ernst: Hey hey whoa whoa, watch out!! These two are about to go off!

Miranda Augustino: Let’s fucking go then!

Seth Ernst: Here comes security!

At that point, the arena security rushes the ring to keep the pair separate from each other before Wrestle War, so as to not potentially blow the main event of Night One. The pair scream at each other, FM doing so in incoherent Spanish, while Kasey is using such language that even a pirate would call him out on it, as the screen fades to black.

Miranda Augustino: Wrestle War’s getting more stacked!! Don’t any of y’all miss it!! December 21st and 22nd at the Tokyo Dome! We’ll see you there! So long, bitches!