NFW Trauma #60! 02/12/2022!

As the show opens, and the highlight reel comes to an end, the cameras go live at ringside as the opening pyro goes off. The crowd going wild for Saturday Night Trauma as the announce team welcomes all viewers.

Miranda Augustino: Hola bitches! It’s ya girl Miranda “MirKat” Augustino and welcome to NFW Saturday Night Trauma! I got my compadre here with me, Seth Ernst, and we’re about kick this shit into high gear!

Seth Ernst: Damn right, we are! But first, it seems we have some business to bear witness to. The CEO, Mr Steven Brody is out here with us now! Let’s take it to the ring!

Surely enough, the camera switches to the inside of the ring where New Frontier Wrestling CEO, Steven Brody stands with a microphone. In the ring is a table with a single folder stylized to look like the NFW and Zion Wrestling logos crashing into each other.

Steven Brody: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I’d like to thank you all for joining us here, this evening. As you all know, over the past several months, the excitement for New Frontier Wrestling has…been turned up quite a bit. After the events of our most recent Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, it has been no secret that NFW has found ourselves, for lack of a better term, at odds with one promotion known as Zion Wrestling. What started out as a small misunderstanding, boiled over into a rivalry of epic proportions. Now? Here we stand, two entirely separate promotions, ready to take the fight to one another in a one time supershow where the best of each company will compete against one another. That battle will take place ten days from now over the course of two nights but tonight? Ladies and gentlemen, you may consider this the War Council. So, without further adieu, I’d like to welcome the man who’s been standing across from be on the frontlines. Ladies and gentlemen, you know him as a member of this very roster, you’ll see him in action later tonight, you may also recognize him as the CEO of Zion Wrestling. Please, and I sincerely ask, that you welcome the Bastard King himself…Kai Morgan!

Things go silent for a bit, with the fans initially anticipating Kai Morgan’s usual theme song to play. After a while, however, Rage Against The Machine’s “Bombtrack” plays instead, with the titantron accompanying it being that of the United Elite. Kai Morgan, flanked by Oliver Peters and Elijah Copeland, makes his way down to the ring fully in his ring gear. Morgan wears the t-shirt of Zion’s Mai Blackman, right underneath a black and white pinstripe blazer. Everything about Morgan at this moment, from the attire to the shit-eating grin on his face, clearly shows that he’s not taking this seriously.

He eventually makes his way into the ring, extending a hand out to Brody. However, when he goes to return it, Morgan quickly swipes it away, smoothly transitioning into posturing for the crowd. He eventually takes a microphone from a ringside technician, committing to his usual first action of taking the NFW logo cube off of it. This time however, he politely hands it over to the technician, before slapping it out of his hands! He takes a seat in front of Brody, kicking his feet up on the desk that’s holding their contract signing.

Across the table, Brody’s watching the display in silence; not entirely amused but there looks to be a hint of it on his face. All around them, the crowd have gotten a “FUCK KAI MOR-GAN” chant going but Brody quickly asks for them to pipe down and show some respect to the man leading NFW’s opposition.

Steven Brody: Mr. Morgan. Thank you for finding the time to make it out here for this. I see you’ve brought friends.

He looks up and motions to Copeland and Peters with a respectful nod. Nevermind the fact that the crowd boos the hell out of them as well. Brody focuses his attention back on Kai then as he reaches out and flips open the folder containing the contract.

Steven Brody: The floor is yours, Mr. Morgan. Would you like to go first or would you prefer I do the honors?

Kai Morgan No, I think I got this. First off, Mr. Brody, you don’t have to worry about my friends here. They’re more here for my protection than for your detriment, I promise. I mean, since your roster likes to light other people’s property on fire and kidnap folks, it seems as though roaming in numbers is the only way to stay alive in one of your locker rooms…but I’m sure you already knew that.

Morgan pauses for a bit, letting boos seep in before continuing to speak.

Kai Morgan Speaking of roaming in numbers and kidnapping, y’all find Brea Lombardi, yet? Stop looking? Didn’t give a shit in the first place? Not surprised, I really wouldn’t either. Point is though, it really does seem like it's your job to at least do something about it. It really seems like it’s your job to do something about half the shit that goes on around here. Yet instead, you’re out here, with me, doing this contract signing troupe that’s as old and tired as you are.

Morgan smiles across the table at Brody, with Copeland and Peters hiding a bit of snicker under their hands. Morgan lowers the microphone, allowing Brody the chance to respond. Brody sits there, taking in Kai’s words, even nodding at some of the points he’s making before leaning forward just a bit and raising his microphone up.

Steven Brody: Well, I appreciate your forethought, Mr. Morgan but rest assured, no harm will come to you out here. After all, you’re due back out here later tonight and I wouldn’t deprive the audience of watching what they paid to come see. Secondly, as far as the matter with Brea Lombardi is concerned, New Frontier Wrestling has done everything in our power. The matter has been turned over to the authorities but for the sake of Ms. Lombardi’s friends and family, if they’re watching, what do you say we spare them the reminder?

There’s another pause as Brody and Kai stare each other down from across the table.

Steven Brody: I know you think this whole thing is a game, Mr. Morgan. You and certain other individuals may not like the way I run things. You may ask “what’s gotten into him?” But for those who pay attention, they’ll see that the way I run things hasn’t changed. The way I do business hasn’t changed. The way I solve problems hasn’t changed. Admittedly, there are times where things spiral out of control and that’s where I step in. People are suddenly shocked at my decision making because everyone, you included, seem to have become too complacent with the way Luthor Callaway ran things. The fact of the matter is whether some people like it or not, I know what I’m doing. I’ve been in business for a long time, Mr. Morgan. Long before I decided to do something closer to the heart and bring New Frontier Wrestling back from the ashes after over a decade, and contrary to what some cocky, snot nosed little bastard may think–

Here, Brody suddenly turns away from Kai and looks directly at the camera and it becomes clear he’s not addressing the Zion CEO at this point. The crowd gets it, however and lets out a “ooooooooooh” as Brody stares into the camera, spewing venom in his words.

Steven Brody: --business is doing just fine.

He turns his attention back to Kai.

Steven Brody: Now, Mr. Morgan. The gauntlet has been thrown down. The matches are set. We’ve a few minor details to dust off between now and the 20th but we’ll get to those as it approaches. For now, let’s save the playground banter and make this official. You wanted a fight so bad, well here we are. Last chance to settle this peacefully, Mr. Morgan. As they like to say, it’s time to put up or shut up, so here you are.

Brody picks up the pen, slaps it down on the open contract and slides it over towards Kai before sitting back in his chair. Morgan meets Brody’s gaze, still maintaining the same snide grin, admittedly with a slight slip to it. Morgan takes his feet off the desk, bringing himself close to it before taking the microphone to speak again.

Kai Morgan Brody, let me just say that I’m truly moved by your words. Not even trying to be sarcastic, even. I truly think you made a lot of good points there. You’re right! The way you run this place hasn’t changed in the slightest. What did change and when was on May 31st, 2021. Because before that day, everyone around here was the same. See those guys in the back can talk about being different, and being better than each other all they want. But they don’t seem to see themselves the way I do. All I see when I look into that locker room is a bunch of loyal pets, taking their handpats like good little boys and girls. May 31st, 2021 is the day that you put a contract in my face and I signed it. That was the day you allowed someone in your company that’s not even slightly afraid to call you out your bullshit.

Morgan silences himself a bit, letting the tensions cease a bit before continuing.

Kai Morgan But I digress. See there was actually just one teeny tiny thing you were wrong about and it’s your assessment that I think this is a game. Trust me, Steve, I know we’re in a war, I’ve known for quite a bit. But the thing about war is it never ends. We win this? What’s to stop another one of your little disgruntled pets from crossing over onto our show and putting our talent in danger again? We lose? Well that’s just an invitation for your company to step all over ours. What happens when someone who sees Zion as the “ugly stepsister” in that scenario decides to come over and further rub salt in the wound because they think they can? War. Doesn’t. End. As much as everyone on each side thinks it does. That’s why this contract? Means dick to me.

Morgan slams the folder on the table shut, before throwing it out of the ring. He raises his hand up, prompting Oliver Peters to hand him his own folder, almost completely identical to the one that was originally on the desk. Morgan opens it up and continues to speak.

Kai Morgan Now look, I know you’re probably a little upset. But you gotta admit that this could’ve been a lot worse. I could’ve easily had Olly and Elijah here sneak into your office before the show, pull the ol’ switcheroo, and you would’ve signed this thing not knowing entirely what’s on it. But I don’t lie and I don’t deceive. I’m 100% honest, that’s kinda my thing. So I’ll break down to you what’s on this thing. Brody…your company? Is too dangerous to continue existing. As Zach Porter so eloquently put it, the type of things you’ve allowed your contracted talent to do on your watch would easily land them in an insane asylum. If this is the type of stuff your people are willing to do over the most menial of things, imagine the type of damage they could do to a place like All Fight Wrestling? Or XIX? Or Absolute Power? New Frontier is a detriment to the world of professional wrestling, one that I intend to erase right here and now.

Morgan pauses for a moment, before landing the killing blow.

Kai Morgan Brody, I want you to read the final clause of this new contract I drafted up before I say it out loud for these people. I at least owe you that much.

Morgan drops his microphone, before sliding the new contract towards Brody and leaning back in his chair. There’s a buzz from the crowd as Kai slides the contract over to Steven. He opens it and leans forward, taking a moment to slide his reading glasses on. His expression remains the same for the most part until he starts reading the section he’s been asked to look over. There, his demeanor changes to one of concern. He lifts his eyes to Kai Morgan then drops them back to the contract, raising the microphone slowly, reading out loud for the audience and viewers at home to hear.

Steven Brody: The two night event will be scored on a point system, awarding one point to the respective company depending on which competitor wins their match. In the event that Zion Wrestling, owned by Kai Morgan, wins by a final tally…

Steven pauses, reaching up to remove his reading glasses as he lifts his eyes up to Kai and stares across the table at him with a hardness in his eyes.

Steven Brody: ...New Frontier Wrestling, owned by Steven Brody, must cease all business operations and close their doors, immediately.

Seth Ernst: Wait, WHAT?!

Miranda Augustino: Is this motherfucker serious?!

Brody sits back in his seat, letting what he just read sink in.

Kai Morgan Choice is yours, Brody…you wanna prove everything I’ve said wrong about you and your business? You wanna prove that New Frontier can exist in this landscape? Prove it. Now is your time to, as they like to say, put up or shut up.

Brody just sits there, watching Kai for a long moment. For awhile he looks like he could throttle the man to death but there’s a faint glimmer of amusement as the corner of his mouth almost curls into a grin. Anyone can see he’s impressed by the ambition of the man across the table from him.

Seth Ernst: He’s not gonna…

Miranda Augustino: No way. What’s gonna happen if we lose? How many jobs is that?!

Seth Ernst: I think it’s safe to say Kai Morgan called Steven Brody’s bluff.

Miranda Augustino: Yeah, fuck that shit. Parlay! Parlay, bossman!

Brody continues to sit in his chair, thinking. He reaches for the pen slowly and picks it up, starting to fiddle with it as he looks down at the contract. He sets the microphone down and lays his hand on the table, staring down at that final clause. Eventually, he turns towards the entrance stage as a gesture of looking towards the back at everyone. The camera angle switches to the back, showing different parts of the arena where the NFW roster watches on whatever the nearest screen to them is. Allies and enemies even stand within the vicinity of each other, more focused on what’s going down in the ring. The cameras jump back to ringside where Steven Brody gently lays his pen down and picks up his microphone.

Steven Brody: Congratulations, Mr. Morgan. You drew a card I never expected you to draw and you played it well. I’m certain it pleases you to see me sitting here, contemplating the future of this business. The careers of those men and women in the back that live for this sport. It would certainly please you to see me reach into my pocket–

Which he does, pulling the handkerchief out of his suit jacket’s breast pocket - a dark midnight blue to go with the black.

Steven Brody: --apologies that it’s not a white flag – and wave it, saying “you win. We don’t have to go to war. It’s over.”

Brody bunches up the handkerchief and tucks it back into his jacket pocket again.

Steven Brody: ...But I have faith in this company. I have faith in myself. Most importantly, I have faith in everybody in that locker room right now, and I have faith in everybody that works Tuesday nights that are very likely sitting at home watching and waiting. What’s Steven Brody going to do? You wanna play dirty, Mr. Morgan?

Brody snatches up the pen, clicks it and the crowd murmurs in shock as he calmly signs his signature down on the contract, slaps the pen down and slides them over to the Zion owner.

Steven Brody: You’re. ON!!!

Seth Ernst: He signed it!! I can’t believe it!!

Miranda Augustino: Hoooooly shit!!!!

Morgan’s smile goes into overdrive now, with Peters and Copeland cheering and laughing behind him! He shakes his head, reveling in the major mistake he believes Brody just made.

Kai Morgan Famous last words. I’ll see you at Invasion, old man. And when your crowning achievement comes crumbling to dust, you, and all of wrestling will have one man to thank…ME!

With a laugh, Morgan signs the contract, officially bringing this newfound stipulation into play. He flicks the pen across the desk, before getting up and making his leave with Peters and Copeland behind him.

Seth Ernst: Miranda…the stakes of this war just went drastically up. What a way to start tonight off…

Miranda Augustino: Seth, this could be our last night sitting at this table… I hope our peoples are ready to bring the fight.

The camera fades to an ad sponsor as Steven Brody now stands beside the table, watching Kai and his partners leave. A mix of grave concern with determination written across his face.

Ayu Megumi vs. Nova Juaquin

When the match was ready to start, Ayu was happy to offer a handshake to her opponent but Nova slapped her hand away and shook her head, beginning to criticize the newcomer and claiming she wasn’t going to be fooled by her kindness. She started talking about Ayu’s sisters over in Zion Wrestling, quickly yelling to the camera for Mayu and Maki to watch what she did to their family here in NFW. Nova then turned and went for a stiff forearm shot but Ayu juked under her arm and Nova turned around right into a spinning thrust kick! Ayu ran to the ropes and Nova joined her about two steps behind, looking to catch the new arrival off guard with a clothesline but Ayu ducked again and caught Nova with a Pele Kick, going right into a cover.


Nova kicked out and the two got back to their feet, finally locking up and fighting for dominance. Nova got the advantage here, pushing Ayu back into the corner and started blasting her repeatedly with forearms to the jaw to the point the referee was trying to pull them apart while the fans booed Juaquin. She whipped Ayu out of the corner but held the wrist, yanking her back in for a Sitout Side Slam. Nova hooked the leg.


But Ayu kicked out with authority, refusing to give up so soon. Nova came up, slapping her opponent across the head while taunting her. This put an angry glare on Ayu’s face and she blasted Nova in the jaw with a forearm. Nova went wide eyed and blasted her right back and the two started firing off back and forth in rapid succession. The crowd started really getting into it, cheering for the two to keep fighting at this level. Nova rocked Ayu with a European Uppercut and ran for the ropes but Ayu charged in after her, causing Nova to stop and duck low, hitting a back body drop on Ayu sending her over the top rope!! Ayu landed on the apron, however, and Nova turned around into a rope assisted Enziguri, sending her back to the center of the ring. Ayu slingshot somersaulted herself back into the ring and came in fast with a Slingblade to Nova!! She hit the ropes and followed up with a running Shooting Star Press with a cover!!


Kickout by Nova!! Ayu got right to her feet and picked Nova up to her feet. She Irish Whipped her into the corner and came in fast with a big corner clothesline, followed by a CSS Enziguri!! Ayu threw Nova out of the corner, leaving her flat out on the mat before jumping to the top turnbuckle. She went for Leap (Coup De Grace) but Nova rolled in towards the corner, causing Ayu to land on the mat and stumble, clutching at her ankle, possibly tweaking it a little. It left her open, however for Nova to step in and grab her to hit Stolen Looks (Pedigree)! Cover!


Ayu got the shoulder up right at the last possible instant!! Nova stuck three fingers in the referee’s face but the referee stuck two back in hers. She was fuming as she got to her feet and started positioning for Killer Smile (Superkick) but when she went for the kick, Ayu managed to catch her foot, spin her around and shove her towards the ropes. Nova bounced off and stumbled right back for Ayu to hook her arms under hers and behind her neck and use her momentum to hit Starstorm (Dragon Suplex) with the bridge!!


Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall, Ayu Megumi!!

“Ponytail to Shushu” played as Ayu got her arm raised and happily celebrated to the crowd. Nova sat up, holding her neck, not looking happy one bit at the outcome.

Seth Ernst: How about that match for an opener, ladies and gentlemen!! And what a win for Ayu Megumi!

Miranda Augustino: She did good, Seth, but look out behind her!!

Seth Ernst: Oh no, come on!! HEY!!

As Ayu was celebrating, she turned around and Nova caught her with a cheap Killer Smile (Superkick) right to the jaw, laying the excited winner out on the mat! Referee Antonio Leone immediately got down on the mat, putting himself between Ayu and Nova, ordering Nova to back off. Nova flipped the ref off and rolled out of the ring, storming up the walkway as Ayu grimaced on the mat, holding her jaw.

The view fades to the #1 Contender to the United States Champion Faye Brown and BWF Tag Team Champion Logan Bailey sitting identically to one another, practically shoulder to shoulder. No Bills gear for Faye this week, but no Georgia gear for Logan this week either. The reigning NFW Couple of the Year wear the same look of perplexity, right down to having a fist resting on their cheek. The two hold this position for a few seconds before the Scrap-Iron Scarecrow pipes up, Brooklyn accent and all.

Faye Brown: "How the hell do we go about this one?"

Bailey looks to his wife, and immediately retorts.

Logan Bailey: "Yeah, really feels like we've all been booked into a corner here, doesn't it?"

Faye Brown: "A little bit, yeah..."

Logan Bailey: "I mean, both of you are on a roll, and it's not like either of you can really afford to lose tonight with Invasion being so close. If she loses, it kinda undercuts everything she's done as champion and halts her roll, potentially costing NFW a point in this whole war. If you lose, you don't get to be the #1 contender to the US Title anymore, and it undercuts everything you've done to get it. Though it wouldn't really affect NFW's score come the big show."

Faye holds an index finger up to her husband, before pointing to him as she begins again.

Faye Brown: "Unless I'm pulled into it by the Privileged Elite. Which is possible, not gonna lie. Even still, I still don't get why everyone's so wrapped up in this whole thing. It's all just a dick-measuring contest to me. Nothing's gonna be solved after Invasion, no one's going to be better or worse off... it's all brand supremacy bullshit. Hell, you're more suited for repping one brand over another."

Logan Bailey: "Drink Mug, baby."

Faye Brown: "Yeah, see?"

Bailey briefly holds a hand up.

Logan Bailey: "But nah, I get you. I don't like it any more than you do, but war has never cared about someone's feelings towards it."

Faye facepalms.

Faye Brown: "Not another speech, Logan..."

Logan Bailey: "Nah, no speech. Just a general statement, that's all."

The two pause before Faye awkwardly transitions to...

Faye Brown: "Whiiiich is what I'm gonna make tonight: one that says "the only thing that's for sure with Faye Brown is nothing's for sure. For you or her."

The Animated Maniac's eyes shift a little. Though if one wanted to say they rolled, he wouldn't blame you.

Logan Bailey: "How about you make it more like "We're here, we're clear... we don't want any more zionic bears."

The Resident Rockhouse kind of scoff-laughs at Logan's suggestion.

Faye Brown: "But I'm in Zion!"

Logan Bailey: "But do you want bears in Zion?"

Faye Brown: "Sure! I'd give them belly rubs. You know, before they rip my face off."

Bailey pops his lips a bit in response.

Logan Bailey: "That's a damn nice face, too. See, that's why you don't want any more bears, I don't want your face being ripped off."

Faye Brown: "OK, OK... we're out of our lane here, Logan. How about I make the statement, "Here is your winner, Faye Brown?"

Logan Bailey: "I can get on board with that."

Faye Brown: "Fuck war, fuck invasions, and fuck streaks. I don't care for any of them. And you can't beat someone who just wants a fight in a fight."

Logan Bailey: "...I mean, that is a statement."

Faye Brown: "And the only way that statement gets made is by having to undercut the Genesis Champion. By proving diamond is, in fact, breakable if you whack it hard enough with some iron."

Logan Bailey: "With the Jojo reference and everything. God damn, let's go."

The couple rise up to go get ready for what's actually a pretty big match, all things considered.
The scene opens inside of a locker room. Alexandra Caldwell can be seen jumping up and down, warming up for her match against the #1 contender to the United States Championship, Faye Brown. She stops bouncing. She goes straight into shadow box mode. The NFW Genesis Champion doesn’t notice her advocate Donovan Cunningham coming into the room. He is standing right behind her as she continues to shadow box.

Donovan Cunningham: You ready to humble that clown Faye tonight, champ?

She doesn’t bother to acknowledge him. He sighs.

Donovan Cunningham: Alex, what’s good? Please tell me you’re still annoyed that you have to be here?

Alex stops what she’s doing, turning around, she places her hands on her hips.

Alexandra Caldwell: I appreciate everything you’ve done for me so far. You worked your magic to put me in position to become Genesis Champion in the first place. Much love. But... you’ve been asleep at the wheel lately. Why hasn’t the General Manager given in to my request! Hell, I didn’t want to be here in fear of Zion pulling another one of there assaults.

Donovan raises his eyebrow.

Donovan Cunningham: Wait a minute. You were in the front row of Mayhem last night. How is that safe? You coulda gotten ambushed, ticket or not.

Alexandra scoffs.

Alexandra Caldwell: I’m still standing, aren’t I? Right. That’s what I thought. NFW security has proven to be shitty. I don’t trust them. What I care about right now Donnie is you breaking Isabella down until she sees the light. Is that too much to ask? Please. Do what you must. Even if you gotta spend less time with Kristi. Jesus, how much black dick does that girl need? Does it feel good knowing you’re sticking your dick where other travelers have--

Not appreciating her tone, Donovan takes a step forward. He stares at his client.

Donovan Cunningham: Hold up. Kristi is a great person. Rule number one, my personal life is off limits.

Alexandra nods. She pats Donovan on the shoulder.

Alexandra Caldwell: Fair enough. Why don’t you go about handling my business, work your charm on Isabella. Sex her up. I don’t give a damn. She needs to come to her senses. I am a star. I am box office. We handle my career my way. Yeah. That’s it.

Donovan nods.

Donovan Cunningham: You the boss.

He turns around and walks off. Alexandra walks over to a steel folding chair and grabs her Genesis Championship. She stares at it lovingly as the scene fades to black.

Faye Brown vs. Alexandra Caldwell

Neither of these competitors were in the mood for playing around, tonight. Their heated exchanges over social media in the build for this one had the fans ready to see a fight and a fight was clearly what they were looking to give them as they came to the center of the ring, jawjacking back and forth. There was a shove from Faye Brown, a pie face from Alexandra Caldwell and the two locked up collar & elbow, struggling for the dominant position. Alexandra powered Faye back into the ropes with her power and the referee called for the break. Both women let go and stuck their hands up but Alexandra hit Faye with a chop across the chest and goaded her to bring it on. Faye did, rushing in with a Double Leg Takedown, tackling Alexandra to the mat and went right into a wild, brawling ground and pound on the Genesis Champion. The referee finally broke them apart when Faye started using Alexandra’s hair for leverage. Alexandra got back to her feet, flipping her braid back out of the way and angrily rushed her opponent and Faye hit her with an Armdrag. Alexandra rolled up onto her feet and lunged at Faye again but Faye swooped in around and behind her, hitting a Rollup but released it and hit a kick to the side of the head. Alexandra hit the mat and Faye threw herself over for a cover.


Alexandra kicked out and the two got right back up and went right back to throwing bombs at each other. Alexandra backed Faye into a corner again and the referee had to break them up again. This time Alexandra backed up but stepped right back in and kicked Faye in the midsection before lifting her up onto the top turnbuckle. Alexandra climbed up and took Faye back down to the mat with a thunderous Avalanche Belly to Belly Suplex. She hooked the leg for a cover.


Faye got the shoulder up! Alexandra pulled Faye up to her feet and started setting up for the Diamond Driver but she elbowed her way out of it. Alexandra wasn’t having it and immediately attempted to lock on When The Lights Go Out (Rear Naked Choke). She got it locked in tight but Faye continued to struggle to the point they both tumbled through the ropes and to the outside of the ring. This broke the hold and the two continued brawling back and forth. Faye got the upperhand this time and started rocking Alexandra with lefts and rights to the point the crowd started chanting–

Crowd: PAT-TY CAKES! PAT-TY CAKES! PAT-TY CAKES! PAT-TY CAKES!

The referee was counting for them to get back into the ring but the animosity between the two was so much that they either weren’t paying attention or just didn’t care and at the count of 20, the bell rang, signaling a double countout. Faye and Alexandra continued throwing shots back and forth until Donovan Cunningham and Logan Bailey ran in to pull their respective clients apart.

Seth Ernst: Well, there’s no official winner in the books, ladies and gentlemen but my god what a fight that turned out to be!

Miranda Augustino: Ayy cabron!

The show faded out to a commercial with Cunningham and Bailey holding the two women apart from each other as they still tried to get at each other, throwing verbal zingers back and forth.

Ayu Megumi just held her head after being attacked by Nova Joaquin after her match. She was still a little shocked because she didn't know what was going on. Now she was both shocked and somewhat confused. She felt the pain of everything that had just happened. Ayu Megumi did nothing but put an ice pack on her head. She was just hurt by what happened. She didn't think she deserved something like this. She was disappointed with what had happened.

Ayu Megumi: I'm just confused. I don't understand what I did to upset Nova, maybe she was just disappointed that she couldn't beat me. I'm a bit shocked that she attacked me from behind, I just won this match. Is this what I deserve? I just want to have fun with what I'm doing. And that was supposed to be my moment, but Nova destroyed it by herself. You made the mistake of making all of this happen. Do you think it's going to end easily? No, it won't end until you learn that you made a mistake. I think we can be friends. I want to be friends with everyone here but when you choose to hurt me I have no reason to be friends with people like you anymore. You will definitely make me grow up. And you have awakened the fighter in me, so Nova I will take revenge on you until you beg me to stop doing that, believe it's not something you want to face, Nova. I won't leave you happy. with what you've done to me, so the danger awaits you. And you messed with the wrong woman after I made you responsible for everything you did to me. I will ignore you again, people will be forgotten. You'll only be a ladder for me to step on to become the star of this place, Nova. If you want to apologize after this, I won't forgive you anymore. You will be responsible for everything that happened to me. You will be in pain like you did to me. After this revenge is about to begin, Nova. I have warned you and I am not as weak and fragile as you think. You'll learn that you shouldn't do this to Megumi, you'll learn your own mistakes. I warned you once and there will be no more warnings.

Ayu Megumi nodded before she walked out with a disappointed expression and somewhat confused about what had happened to her. She was still confused and disappointed, but after this revenge had just begun…

Scene fade to black

Nathaniel Dixon & Atlas vs. Bene Elohim

Titan and Nathaniel continue to argue about whose strategy they will follow. Remiel and Hananiel glance to each other, shrug, and then run over and hit a double dropkick on Titan, sending him tumbling off the edge of the apron to the floor. Nathaniel starts flicking out Gentleman’s Hooks, alternating between each Twin. Both Remiel and Hananiel take a step back and Nathaniel follows them out from the corner. Remiel and Hananiel snap off matching roundhouse kicks that catch Nathaniel in the midsection and double him over. Bene Elohim grab him and throw him over onto his back before dropping duel elbows. Titan starts to climb back up and Hananiel runs over for a spinning heel kick that catches him at an awkward angle and causes him to lose his balance and fall right back to the floor. Remiel executes a standing moonsault onto Nathaniel.

Nathaniel kicks out.

Remiel and Hananiel pull Nathniel back to his feet and shove him back into the corner. As they start to assault him, Titan reaches in from the floor, grabs Remiel by the ankles and pulls her out to the floor with him. Titan knocks her down with a clothesline and then rolls back into the ring. Hananiel throws a kick that Nathaniel catches. As Titan rises, Nathaniel tells him to back off but Titan does not listen. Nathaniel goes to spin and suplex Hananiel but Titan catches her, snatches her away from Nathaniel and then throws her over his head. Hananiel lands on her feet while Titan and Nathaniel start to argue again about who was going to do the damage on the young Asian woman. The two men continue to argue as Remiel creeps around the ring and rolls in next to her sister. The Twins nod to each other as they stare at Titan’s broad back, watching him argue animatedly with his erstwhile partner. As the two men start to get even more agitated, Remiel and Hananiel move in and hit a double dropkick to the small of the back of Titan that causes the big man to inadvertently crush his own partner in their own corner against the turnbuckles. Titan staggers out and eats a Revelator that puts him down. Nathaniel stands in the corner, his eyes glazed over from the impact he’s just absorbed. Bene Elohim roll Titan over and shove him to the floor. They turn their attention back to Natahniel and Remiel gives him a drop toehold out of the corner. He falls into a code breaker from Hananiel. Remiel covers.

Nathaniel kicks out.

The Twins drag Nathaniel back to his feet and let him wobble on uneasy legs. They step back and hit the Revelator. Nathaniel goes down like he’s been shot. Remiel covers him, hooking the leg.


Seth Ernst: And Bene Elohim gets the victory over Titan and Nathaniel Dixon, like clockwork it would seem!

Miranda Augustino: Motherfuckers spent half the match arguing like a couple of pinche idiotas! Of course they ain’t gonna overcome Remiel and Hananiel!

The scene opens on Trixie Decker and FM Young drinking, almost shoulder to shoulder at a small private bar, probably the one in Effy’s warehouse turned gym and home. The pair are hunched, with Effy rocking slightly on her stool as a sign of unease.

FM Young: Man fuck this, I just don’t care anymore. I was doing Ryleigh a favor, I didn’t expect this to become a thing over Xander’s shit. Now fuckers are tossing Molotov’s into rings and I gotta pretend to care about damn thing Kai Morgan say’s on twitter.

Trixie Decker: Yes, but the flip to that - and I think this is very important to remember - you get to see my smiling face in your corner… and the rest of my in my skimpy ring gear.

Trixie throws back a shot and turns to blow a kiss at Effy.

Trixie Decker: Plus, I was a tag wrestler for years. Still am. Shit, Azurine and I retired a belt together. I can absolutely help you get used to it.

Young pours them both a shot from the bottle, picking up her weed cigarette from the ash tray to take a long drag.

FM Young: I’m not going to sit here and pretend you and skimpy ring gear does absolutely nothing for the happiness factor. But you are one of Risa’s girlfriends…Look. I can’t keep up with that kid. She’s very fond of you, our Tiggy. So we’re not going down that route. I’m an old tiger, no new tricks for me. I can help you win the Zion War.

They both slam back the shots in unison. Trixie grabs the whiskey bottle and pours them both another round of shots.

Trixie Decker: If I may, Effie, you’re overthinking this. Look, I come from a wrestling family - and I mean, the old school stuff. We came to America and started carnivals with wrestling. And that’s how I learned. And my uncle taught me something important about tag matches.

Trixie takes a generous swig from the bottle and puts it back.

Trixie Decker: Tag wrestling is a dance. Plain and simple. There’s countless ways to dance. Slow, fast, elegant, wild and violent. But as long as your partner’s keeping your rhythm, you’re starting off right. I feel like there’s more to this that’s eating at you.

FM Young: I sold my soul to a three piece.

Trixie turns around in her chair, facing away from the camera, facing away from Young as she accepts the cigarette for a moment.

Trixie Decker: You sold your soul for a title.

FM Young: I did sell my soul for a title.

Trixie Decker: Regretting it?

Young just makes a sort of non-committal sound and a hand gesture that wavers back and forth. When suddenly Trixie spins around on her stool, slapping her hand onto the hard wood table. A pounding piano in the key of C Major starts playing, pulsing a tune like a headache. The music to “The Other Side” from The Greatest Showman begins.

Trixie Decker: Right here, right now, don't count us out. You know they can’t pin us down, this team has to be it.

Trixie does the two fingers point rapidly eye to eye with Effy, a sly grin on her face. FM has one eye brow headed north for the winter as it was probably attempting to escape her forehead.

Trixie Decker: You can tag with me and, oh, what a duo we’ll be.

With a flick of Decker’s wrist, scissors appear in Trixie’s hand and she makes a snipping motion with them, all wild smirks, before tossing them away over her shoulder. The look on FM’s face at this point can best be described as where the fuck did that daffy bitch get scissors from?

Trixie Decker: No more solitary ring to live in.
You say it’s impractical, I think its tactical - and if it’s hazy let’s list all the ways we will be ascensional over over the two-dimensional. Just give your hand to me.

Trixie jumps up, kicking the stool up to spin with it, moving it aside as she turns and slides across the floor. Reaching out she catches a bottle tossed by Alma Vetinari and pours another shot.

Trixie Decker: Please don’t you throw away what we’re building here today. Don’t make me plead, it’s time you were freed to fight, and tan other teams’ hides. 'Cause if you do, when we’re through, it’ll be just you and me as we rage, snarling and make ‘em flee…

At this point, Trixie downs the shot in her hand and jumps up on a poll table near the bar, leaning back as she crosses her legs. Another drag of the weed cigarette, before Trixie flicks it up into the air and spins on the table, springing to her feet on the table proper. The piano music picks up it’s pace.

Trixie Decker: Together, we’ll soar so high…C’mon, just give us a try!

FM catches the smoke out of the air, and takes a long slow drag as the music mellows and lulls for a moment. Young gets up and stalks to the pool table, leaning against it. The music picks back up, a jangly guitar joining the backing piano.

FM Young: Okay, my friend, you wanna tag me in? Me, in a team? Naw, that just won't happen. So thanks, but no I think I'm good to go.

Young put the cigarette out and poured another drink, knocking it back she kicked off the pool table and started out of the bar room. The look on her face is a patch worked smug grin. Trixie shifted forward with a slightly mischievous look.

FM Young: Cause I quite enjoy the spotlight you say I'm alone in...Now I admire you, and that whole tag team thing you do…You're onto something, really it's something.

Young slung back the drink and stuck her finger in Trixie’s chest as she walked past, tossing her head back.

FM Young: But being in a team is hell, like walking on egg shells…Even if I like being around you.

Young kicked a stool over and jumped up onto another table, twirling around as she sang, the drums finally kicking up in a jaunty beat beneath the jangly guitar playing in the backing track.

FM Young: Understand I'm quite okay with this solo act underway. 'Cause I'm my own damn boss and we know I've already tried…To fight with you side by side.

Trixie gets up and walks over, taking a slug out of the bottle she’s holding. While Young jumps down and stalks around. The camera pans around, catching a full wide shot of the bar space that melds into a well and nerdy decorated sort of lounge area.

FM Young: So after this, we're through I prefer being free…Nothin' personal but I prefer just bein' me. God-damn, do I want my career to just be mine. Don't wanna fight side-by-side.

FM stops just sort of reaching for the door to the area, not yet having flung it open to gesture Trixie out of it. Trixie walks over, leaning on the door frame casually as she offers the joint again to FM, who takes it warily.

Trixie Decker: Now is this really how you like to spend your days? Weed, whiskey and misery, and twitter vanity plays?

Young rounds on Trixie, throwing her hands up dramatically and stalking away, still puffing smoke out through her nostrils.

FM Young: If I keep mixing up with you. I'd be the talk of the town…Disgraced and disowned, another one of the clowns.

Trixie pushes herself off the wall, skipping after with a grin. She twirls past Effy, pops another bottle off the counter and juggles the two bottles around her hands.

Trixie Decker: But you would finally live a little, finally laugh a little…And with me, you’ll make enemies scream. Take me up and titles we’re taking, maybe a few jobbers we’re breaking, and main events we’re making…

Trixie catches both bottles, takes a pull out of one, sets the other down, and leans against the bar.

Trixie Decker: But I guess I’ll leave that up to you.

Young walks up, and leans around and over her much too close just to grab the bottle and take a drink. Before slamming it back down with a grin.

FM Young: Well, it’s possible, but have you seen team names lately? If we’re gonna do this, what moniker are we taking?

Trixie Decker: True enough, we need something with traction. I was thinking something like, “Hardcore XXX Action!”

FM Young: I was more thinking, “Valkyries Sublime”

Trixie Decker: Oh, how about, “Murder Time”?

FM Young: Feral?

Trixie Decker: ”Les-Be-Friends”?

FM Young: ”Bitches Prime”!

After a beat, both women stare at each other. Trixie breaks the song.

Trixie Decker: “Mom Fuckers Incorporated”?

FM Young: It’ll do.

The two do that synchronized stomp before shaking hands wildly, arms flailing about as they laugh. They back up and begin the next perfectly on beat bridge into the end to the tune of To the Otherside.

Both: Won't let this moment slip away, all new foes we can slay. We can be a whole new breed, hand in hand we'll glide - to a tag team prize!

FM Young: So if you do like I do

Trixie Decker: So if you do like me

Trixie grabs Effy by the hands and twirls her, with almost clockwork precision. The two remain in perfect sync. It’s clear they’ve been working on this and functioning well as a team.

Both: Don't you wanna get away to a whole new part you're gonna play, 'cause I got what you need, so come with me and take the ride… Fighting side by side!

The music stops and the two stare at each other. Trixie, suddenly realizing they just had an entire song and dance number, blinks.

Trixie Decker: Holy shit, those were like the best shrooms I’ve ever taken.

FM Young: No, no, I had a mental break and decided the best revenge was absurdity. So I performed a fucking musical.

Trixie Decker: Wow, you should have more of those. That’s the best trip I’ve had in like a decade.

The two start laughing as they return to the bar, just as the camera fades to black.
Trauma cuts backstage to Casey Holliday. She is in the locker room and she generally looks bored as she stands between two posters, each with a red “X” on them. One is a poster of Captain Cosmo and the other poster is a complete black box that presumably stands in for the other opponent that Casey has defeated but does not care to mention by name whatsoever. She also happens to be wearing a shirt that says “CASEY VACATION IS DEAD”. Nonetheless, she does have some things that she wants to get off of her chest and she’s about to do so at this point.

Casey Holliday: So… what is there to talk about this week? I don’t have a match tonight, so obviously not that. I suppose I can talk about the whole NFW-Zion war… and that whole thing? Well, I did declare my neutrality two weeks ago for the reasons that I did and as far as I know, I am not having any participation in that whatsoever up to this point. Of course, I know that is subject to change at any moment. I will say this though, starting two and zero on Trauma IS a good start even if my competition that I have faced so far isn’t the greatest. It is honestly nice that the two Trauma matches that I’ve had so far have, in some ways, eliminated parts of my NFW past that I wasn’t necessarily proud of. Last week it was Captain Cosmo and while I don’t have anything against the guy, beating him was nice because that, for me, FINALLY put to bed the whole ‘Casey Vacation’ thing that I loathed so much and in case anyone was wondering WHY I HATED that whole thing, it was largely because there were people that just would NOT shut the fuck up about the ‘joke’ that I wasn’t laughing at. I mean, it WAS initially funny but some people just had to go and ruin it and yeah, I’m working on getting this shirt available on NFW’s merch page. ANYWAY, I also wanted to follow up on something from last week… and that’s you Coda…

Casey takes a bit of a pause, soaking in her words for a bit before she expresses them.

Casey Holliday: Last week, I put out a challenge to you and it didn’t go unanswered. What the fuck happened? Oh god, don’t tell me that this is going to be Ringmaster 2.0! I mean for fuck’s sake Coda, I called you out because I was hungry for real competition and not just competition that you would find on the opening match on the show. I’m not the kind of person that likes to be ignored, I will be the first to admit that, but come on! You were so gung ho on taking up Stacy’s open challenge. Maybe you didn’t even KNOW about what I said last week? It could be because it was a bonus backstage feature. Hell, maybe it’s because you were licking your wounds after Stacy Jones managed to retain her U.S. title against you and you may have been reeling for that. Or… maybe you were just waiting to see if you were going to get drafted into something with the NFW-Zion thing? Either way, as you saw with the Ringmaster, I HATE being ignored so maybe now that I am putting this out there on a platform that is this show and it’s not a bonus backstage feature, you might be able to notice this.

I didn’t come here to fuck around, Coda. Normally, when people don’t even acknowledge me when I put myself out there toward them, I get pissed off because that’s a pet peeve of mine. But I get it… fresh off a big loss, the last thing you’d think about is someone else challenging you. Note though, that I’m going to start pushing harder, Coda. I’ll do whatever I have to do to get this challenge out there to you because you are someone that I would consider tougher competition and you are always raring for a challenge. I’m right here. I’m waiting for you and I’m calling you out. You don’t get the benefit of compassion over a big loss this week Coda, so next week? If I have to find you, I’ll find out. Either way, I will get what I want and I will PROVE myself to this company that I’m a wrestler that shouldn’t be overlooked anymore! I’m giving you one more week Coda… don’t waste it…

Casey walks out of the shot, clearly not backing down. The camera focuses on her defeated opponent posters before it fades out of the shot.
The scene appears to be in the NFW headquarters in Chicago, Illinois. There are lights inside the building, so you can tell that people are working there. In the parking lot, the camera crew is preparing to head to the arena. But that was when a man showed up and that man was none other than Zion own Chris Matthews. Chris has already made his mark against NFW once or twice, and he's going to make an even bigger impact with what he has coming up. His outfit consists of a black hooded sweatshirt, black jeans, and black sneakers. Chris wants to affect NFW, and to accomplish that, he has to go to the NFW headquarters. Taking down the leaders was entirely necessary. A leather jacket is put on by Chris after he takes off the sweatshirt. As he moves forward, a sledgehammer is fetched from the back of a car. Chris grabbed the camera crew once he walked towards the door and looked at them.

Chris Matthews: “Turn that camera on right now. I’m tired of fighting in that ring, it’s time we take this out in the streets.”

As Chris looks at the camera, he pushes the cameraman. The Tron is playing as Chris stares at the camera and as the audience inside the arena watches what is going on live right now.

Seth Ernst: Chris Matthews? Another Zion Wrestling competitor.

Miranda Augustino: Yo, what the fuck’s he doing here? Wait…is he at HQ?!

As Chris approaches the door, he opens it. The man that invaded the headquarters then enters the building, where everyone looks at him.

Seth Ernst: Uhhhhh, Mir? I don’t like this…

Miranda Augustino: You got no business being in there, esse vato! Yo, what’s he doing with that martillo?

A slight smile appears on his face as he looks around. Looking back toward the camera, he starts talking again.

Chris Matthews: ”You are the ones who brought this war upon yourselves. I don't know what got your pants in a twist, but the minute you start a war, you better bet your bottom that I'm joining it. I know you can inside of The Vlad Blackheart Colosseum probably thinking...Kai Morgan set this all up. I would be the first one to agree with you on that, but the thing is, he didn't ask me to do this. I'm doing this on my own. While everyone is fighting inside that arena, I decided to take it one step further.”

He moves forward as the front desk clerk runs off. Chris taps the desk and begins to think about what he's going to do.

Chris Matthews: “Alternatively, I could stand here and destroy this desk to begin making an impression, but I'm not sure I want to do that. As you see, it isn't some game anymore...at least not to me. Instead, it is a form of communication with you. Because I managed to hijack your camera crew, you know that I intend to do business. Despite the fact that we all possess warrior qualities, though, I'm the warrior you don't want to mess with. That being said, I'm going to the top."

While walking towards an elevator, Chris grabs hold of the cameraman. Chris presses a button and the elevator door opens. Everyone enters the elevator, and elevator music plays. Finally, they make it to the top floor, where Steven Brody's office is located. It makes sense since he is the owner.

Seth Ernst: He’s headed up to Steven Brody’s office?! Steve’s not there right now, he…he’s here…!

Miranda Augustino: Who the hell does this guy think he is?!

Chris enters the office as the elevator shuts. Chris looks at the office and sees a nice little setup that he's got going on. You see a nice black desk, a leather chair, a leather couch, a plasma screen 4k HD tv on the wall, and so many expensive things lying around.

Chris Matthews: "The setup you have here is very nice, Steven. I must admit that this place is everything people dream of."

He brings up the sledgehammer and rests it on his shoulder. He moves forward to take a look around before heading to the leather couch and sitting down on it. He puts the sledgehammer down and takes some chocolate from the glass table in front of him.

Chris Matthews: "This company seems to be loved by many people. I won't lie to you, Brody. Though I respect NFW, I'm not respecting what you're doing right now. You invaded something you ought to have let go of a long time ago. As I admitted earlier, Kai is unaware of this. He gave me something to help our cause after talking with me about a few things. Now you made your bed, and you're going to sleep in it."

Chris stands up and grabs his sledgehammer and lifts it into his hand, and looks at the camera. He gives off a slight little smile before using the hammer and breaking the glass table and shattering it all over the floor. He looks at the camera with anger.

Chris Matthews: "You brought this upon yourself, Brody. Now you will deal with the consequences. You will learn that I mean business."

Chris hits the TV and breaks it off the wall. He smashes it on the ground and stomps on it. The alarms are blurring in the headquarters from the destruction that is happening right now. You hear the P.A announcement on the intercom.


Chris knows this isn't going to end well, but he doesn't care. But Chris has a setup to get out. Chris has never been the type of guy to get put in handcuffs.

Chris Matthews: "I know this ain't going to end well for me. But Brody, I do what I have to do to prove my worth to Zion. You can have people get me, but this will not stop us from fighting for a good cause."

Chris heads over to the desk and smashes it into pieces along with an expensive computer. He then smashes the windows which fell below the street of Chicago. Chris's eyes remain on the camera and nod.

Chris Matthews: "REMEMBER, THIS IS A FIGHT THAT WON'T END WELL FOR YOU, NFW! YOU INVADED AND WE TOOK ACTION! YOUR INVASION WILL COST YOU DEARLY AND I WILL WATCH YOU BURN!"

Chris grabs the camera as the crew runs off.

Chris Matthews: "THIS IS A WARNING SHOT! DON'T FUCK WITH US ANYMORE!"

Chris drops the camera as he stomps the camera as he fuzzes back to the arena.

Seth Ernst: Chris Matthews just destroyed Steven Brody’s office!! What the hell?!

Miranda Augustino: Yo, people could’ve gotten hurt, Seth! Thank god Jessie got sent home during all of this! She works right in that same room! Fuck you think would’ve happened if she was there?!

Seth Ernst: Oh, I don’t even wanna think about that. This whole thing is getting out of hand!

Miranda Augustino: Invasion can’t come soon enough. We’re gonna kick their fucking ASS!!

United Elite vs. TRIOCS

Trixie, FM and Xander all come out to meet Kai, Oliver and Elijah and start going at it as the crowd cheers the fight on. TRIOCS starts to take the advantage with their strikes only for the UE to hit a trio if a drop toeholds to escape the onslaught. Kai and Oliver jump into a double wheelbarrow suplex on FM while Elijah follows with a kick that sends her through the ropes to the floor. Trixie starts up and Oliver and Elijah take her over the top with a double clothesline. Xander gets up and goes for a schoolboy on Kai.

Oliver and Elijah break it up.

The UE gets Xander up and Elijah hits an inverted atomic drop before stepping out to the apron in their corner. Oliver follows with a European uppercut that staggers Xander. Oliver follows Elijah out to the apron. Kai hits FM, WL, knocking Xander down and covers him.

Xander kicks out.

Kai tags in Oliver and steps out. Oliver comes in and hits a forearm smash followed by DEAD! Xander goes down and Oliver covers.

Xander kicks out.

Oliver tags in Elijah. Elijah hits a step-up axe kick and then stomps on Xander before covering him.

Xander kicks out.

Elijah tags in Kai. Kai comes in and Xander catches him with a surprise inside cradle.

Kai kicks out.

Xander hooks Kai for an arm-in triangle choke. Kai falls against the ropes and the referee calls for the break. Xander gives it and then takes Kai down and moves into a D’Arce choke. Kai flails for a second and then manages to get his foot on the ropes. Xander starts to go for a different hold when Kai pulls him into a surprise inside cradle just Xandrr had done to him.

Xander kicks out.

Both men get to their feet and hit simultaneous clotheslines. They both lie there for a second before crawling to their corners. Xander tags in FM. Kai tags in Oliver. Oliver and FM come in and start trading strikes. FM momentarily loses the exchange but turns into the Man-Machine Interface and knocks Oliver on his ass. FM covers.

Oliver kicks out.

FM takes him back to the corner and tags in Trixie. Trxiei steps in and hits a double knee facebreaker. She covers.

Oliver gets a shoulder up.

As Trixie stars to get up and moves, Oliver uses her tights to slip in between her and get an O’Connor roll.

Trxiie kicks out.

Oliver moves to the ropes and then spins into a tag to Kai. Xander comes in and takes Kai down, FM right behind him. Oliver and Elijah move in to help with the fight as Xander tries to put on a knee bar. In the fight around them, Oliver knocks Trixie down on top of them to break up the hold. Elijah and FM fight to the floor and keep going at it even as they hit the barricade. Oliver and Xamder start fighting and fall out to the floor together as well. Trixie and Kai get up and Trixie goes for the Jinx Jrop. Kai reverses her into Morgan’s Law and covers.


Seth Ernst: And the United Elite pick up a win!!

Miranda Augustino: Goddamn Zion!!!!

Miranda starts going off on a string of curses in Spanish as United Elite celebrate in the ring before Kai having a staredown with TRIOCS as they leave the ring.

The scene opens in an undisclosed area backstage. Former Valiant competitor Aphrodite Noel is sitting on what appears to be a makeshift throne. The fans give the free agent a welcoming ovation out of respect for the career and accomplishments she has amassed. Her legs are crossed. The Valiant Lionheart Championship is laying on her lap. She gazes into the camera with a stoic expression on her face.

Aphrodite Noel: For those who aren’t aware of who I am, lets face it, you should know who is gracing you with her presence. Allow me to introduce myself anyway

My name is Aphrodite Noel. I am known by many names. Queen. Conqueror. The Best. I’ll accept all positive platitudes. Being worshiped is not a bad thing. I’ve made an entire career forcing an endless list of opponents to understand their place in the grand design of professional wrestling. I have been asked why am I so determined. What drives me? Honestly, it is the need, the lust, the desire to be on top. Everyone may say they want to go to heaven. But they are not willing to go through hell to ascend to the highest of highs. That’s what separates me from most of the pro wrestling landscape. Ask anyone who I have conquered. They’ll let you know I am every bit as good as I say I am.

The hint of arrogance does draw some boos. She smirks.

Aphrodite Noel: Will Stacy say the same thing after tonight? We’ll see. I didn’t accept this open challenge because my previous employer decided a hiatus was the best course of action. The United States Championship would be a nice reward, but the championship wasn’t the sole draw. Stacy Jones is. This woman is a warrior. Anyone who calls themselves Unbreakable normally would be viewed as blowing smoke. Calling yourself that inspires others to want to see if they can be the one to tear you down. I am here to acknowledged that Mrs. Jones is telling the truth. I believe her. Everything that she has been through in her entire career has justified what she is billed as. What more exciting challenge is to know you are walking into the ring with an opponent who is resilient, resourceful, driven, she could be a total bitch. From what I have been she is one of the good ones. I do admire that, trust me, I do.

Aphrodite nods her head respectively.

Aphrodite Noel: As my last employer can attest, I am quite found of conquering mountains. There was a man who went eleven months unbeaten. Everyone fell at his feet. Including me. Twice. I didn’t allow minor setbacks to deter me. I slayed the seven foot monster. Forced him to acknowledge my greatness. Became Valiant Champion to my drive. My killer instinct. My determination. My obsession with needing to be the Alpha in every situation I walk into. Who better to challenge Stacy than Professional Wrestling’s One True Queen. I will make Steven Brody and Isabella Santiago a promise. If I win, I will show up to work to defend the United States Champion. I won’t take the championship elsewhere. What’s the point in that? Don’t worry. I am a woman of my word. Stacy. I wish you the best of luck. Win, lose or draw everyone in NFW will know who the hell I am.

Aphrodite stands up. She takes her Lionheart Championship with her as the scene fades to black as the fans buzz for the upcoming battle.
We cut backstage to find the NFW United States Champion, “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones standing in front of an NFW backdrop and she’s dressed ready to compete along with her custom black leather jacket and her championship proudly resting over her shoulder as she looks into the camera with pure determination.

Stacy Jones: Two challengers have stepped up… and two have fallen. Both Malaya Diosa and Coda brought the fight to me and showed that they are worthy of being in championship contention… but in the end they were unable to take this from me and I am STILL your United States Champion!

Jones pats her title a couple of times.

Stacy Jones: Now, when I issued this open challenge… I expected anyone and everyone to step up to it… even the kind of opponent I have tonight in Aphrodite Noel. See… she isn’t contracted to NFW… but when I first announced this open challenge… I didn’t say that only NFW talent could challenge for it. I mean… if I am successful tonight… next Saturday I am going over to FCW to defend it and it’s likely that my opponent won’t be contracted to NFW either… so why not have someone else not contracted to NFW come over here and challenge me?

The Unbreakable One points to the belt over her shoulder.

Stacy Jones: I am PROUD to represent this company as it’s United States Champion! I am PROUD to represent this country as the NFW United States Champion! I’ve said it before and I’ll keep saying it until I am blue in the face that ever since I beat Anaquin Adams to win this that I aim to become the GREATEST United States Champion in NFW history!

There’s a fiery intensity that burns in the eyes of the champion.

Stacy Jones: And I know that Aphrodite Noel is one of the greatest wrestlers to ever lace up a pair of boots! She’s said it herself that she has conquered every company she has ever stepped foot into! She has won championship after championship after championship all over the globe in every company she’s worked for! And she will present a challenge unlike no other but I can guarantee you that I WILL be ready for her!

Jones pats her title again.

Stacy Jones: They say the third time's the charm? Well, let’s see if in my third title defense since starting this open challenge that Aphrodite Noel can be the one to dethrone me, shall we? But mark my words, honey… it’s not going to be easy!

And with that, The Unbreakable One disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.

Aphrodite Noel vs. Stacy Jones

Fans were chomping at the bit for this one as Stacy Jones and guest challenger Aphrodite Noel circled up in the ring with the U.S Title on the line. The opponents locked up tight and jarred for position, trading wrist locks, arm wringers and waist locks back and forth. Noel wasn’t much of a luchadora like Jones but she knew enough of the Technical side to stay on par with the champion as they began trading Armdrags and evading kicks and lariats that sought to take each other’s heads off in the opening moments of the match. To gain the first real advantage, Noel chased Stacy off of the ropes and across the ring, catching her in the midsection with a knee to slow down her momentum and keep the match more along her pace. She leaned her back against the ropes and hit a Knife Edge Chop before the referee could warn her about getting off of them. She then pulled Stacy to the center of the ring and hit a Snapmare, followed by a Running Leg Drop before going for a cover.


But the United States Champion wasn’t about to give up her title that easily and she fired up the shoulder! Aphrodite picked Stacy up to her feet and laid in with a some forearms and a few more Knife Edge Chops before whipping her at the ropes but this time, Stacy caught the top rope and did a sort of Tiger Feint maneuver out onto the apron. Aphrodite ran at her to try and knock her off but Stacy thrust herself through the ropes, ramming her shoulder into Aphrodite’s midsection before hitting a Springboard Double Foot Stomp across her back. Aphrodite went down, staggering until she was leaning against the middle rope as Stacy rolled through with her maneuver, up to her feet, hit the ropes and came back with an actual Tiger Feint Kick that knocked Aphrodite back away from the ropes. Stacy was quick on her feet, springboarding in for a graceful Sunset Flip Bomb, holding onto the legs for a cover.


Stacy picked Aphrodite up and rocked her with a European Uppercut followed by an Irish Whip attempt that Noel reversed but Jones came back off the ropes with a Hurricanrana that sent the challenger across the mat and rolling to the outside. The referee tried to keep Stacy from going to the outside after Aphrodite so that the count could be started so Stacy went out onto the apron adjacent to where Aphrodite was and attempted her Ring Post Hurricanrana but as she came flying in at Aphrodite, the Queen caught the Unbreakable one into a Sitout Powerbomb right onto the padded floor. Her arrogant side started to show as she got up and began gloating to the crowd, taunting with her catchphrase “Worship me” and motioning a title around her waist. She rolled Stacy back into the ring near the corner where Stacy leaned back against the turnbuckles. First, Aphrodite climbed in and delivered a Facewash which got the crowd behind Stacy more, then she stepped back and ran in with her signature Double Knees to Stacy while she was slumped in the corner. She dragged her out to the center of the ring and covered her arrogantly with her hands over Stacy’s torso, smirking at the crowd.


Stacy fired the shoulder up and Aphrodite reacted with shock as the referee confirmed only a two count! Noel got back to her feet and looked to be setting up for Ex-Communication (Curb Stomp) but when she ran in to deliver it, Stacy was up on her feet and managed to snap her head up out of the way! Aphrodite came down, driving her boot into the mat, spun around towards Stacy just in time to get caught with the Bat Hammer (Jumping Corkscrew Roundhouse Kick) right across the head! Aphrodite went down hard and Stacy hastily pulled herself over and up the turnbuckle. Wasting no time, she dove off, driving Aphrodite’s jaw down into her shoulder with Remember Who You Are (Diving Corkscrew Stunner)!! Aphrodite snapped back and down onto the mat as Stacy crawled over and hooked the leg tight!


Thea Crawford: Here is your winner and STILL NFW United States Champion…Stacy Jones!!

Seth Ernst: One hell of a match between the Queen and the Unbreakable One!!

Miranda Augustino: Aphrodite Noel put on a good showing but it’ll take more than royalty to break Unbreakable Stacy!

Seth Ernst: You sound like you’re warming up to her a bit.

Miranda Augustino: In times of war, Seth? The enemy of my enemy is my friend and I wanna see our U.S Champ beat some ass when we take it to Zion!!

War… War is upon us.

We hear the words over a black screen before the camera comes to life backstage in an empty portion of the training center for NFW. Adrianna Salvatore, NFW’s Undisputed Champion, sits on the apron of an unoccupied ring. Fully clad in her gear, ready for her match tonight. Her championship hangs beside her, clasped around the middle rope to be displayed for the camera. Adrianna herself leans under the middle rope with her arms draped over it to keep her supported. Her short-ish blonde hair hangs in a damp mess down one side of her face.

Adrianna Salvatore: ”War is what happens when language fails.” Margaret Atwood.

“If I have learned anything in this long life of mine, it is this: in love we find out who we want to be; in war we find out who we are.” Kristin Hannah.

The time has come to prove to the world who the warriors are in this business and who the cowards are. The battles have only just begun and already, they show their faces.

Adrianna lifts her head to the camera, staring right into it. Half of her face is shrouded behind her hair but in the other eye, we can see the intensity burning like hot coals under a cool composure.

Adrianna Salvatore: See, there are four kinds of people in this war. There are the loyalists. There are the cowards. There are the defectors. The latter two often go hand in hand. Loyalists on each side like Cali-Kate…Cosmic Swan…Tren Descarrilado…Damon Cross. Like Zachary Porter…Serena Riot…Nami Megumi…and Daria Dorsey.

There’s a pause as her lips curl into a half smirk on one side before her face twists like the last name leaves a bad taste in her mouth.

Adrianna Salvatore: The cowards. Like Hayley Halsey…Danni Anderson…Killer Carbajal. The ones who crave the treasures…the spoils.of war…but aren’t willing to stand and fight when the trumpets are blown…

Her face twists even more and she spits at the floor in front of her.

Adrianna Salvatore: The defectors. Ship jumpers. Those who choose the opposing side when the scales start tipping. Diamond Steele, you’re alone on this list. If that…bothers you. If that pisses you off…you know where to find me, because you’re still behind enemy lines. It’s difficult to decide if you’re brave or foolish…possibly both. You openly chose Zion after finding a home in the New Frontier and that will put a target on your back. For. Ever. Heed my words, Steele. Armageddon claims us all and when it does, there is a special circle within Hell which is reserved for traitors. When this war ends, and believe me, it most certainly will end with fire and blood, you will have another war on your hands. A war you cannot win.

Another pause and Adrianna holds that stare this time. Just watching the camera calmly but we can see the absolute hatred in her eyes.

Adrianna Salvatore: As it is in war, however…even the defectors are not the worst…

She shakes her head. Slowly.

Adrianna Salvatore: That dishonor goes to the fourth kind of people that come with every conflict. The instigators. Wars are started, not by the one who fires the first shot…not by the one who first swings their blade. No. Wars are started by those who cannot control their vices. Pride. Jealousy. Lust. Greed. Vices that go hand in hand with the names of Xander Fillmore…Ryleigh Ruin…Rayola Davine…Kai Morgan…Zachary Porter…Ashlynn Cassidy. You let your vices control your hand and now the many must shed blood due to the actions of a paltry few. Heed this next warning, when the lambs lead to the slaughter finally open their eyes, they will become the lions….

Adrianna pulls her legs into the ring from under the bottom rope and swings them back over it, dropping to her feet to the floor. She unclasps the Undisputed Championship from around the middle rope and rests it over her shoulder, turning back to the camera.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...and they will tear you apart…

She pushes her hair out of her face and calmly looks past the camera, walking past it. The camera turns with her, focusing on the back of her entrance vest, emblazoned with the large Anarchy symbol. Adrianna Salvatore walks through the doors to the training center as the camera shot fades out….
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 hooded jackets posing under the lights as the music continues. They flip their hoods down and start to strut down the ramp to the disapproval of the crowd. Kate has an extra sway with every step, an inspiration of lust as she moves, while Kristi, a mistress of seduction, shoots off glances, winks and teasing poses at male and female audience members alike.


Kate and Kristi seem unperturbed to walk flauntingly and openly as they approach ringside in a sensuous manner, looking over the audience with a seductive look. Kate goes to one side of the ring, Kristi the other. Both climb on the apron abd shake their asses and pose once more for the audience.


Kate looks over her shoulder and gives a wink out to the camera before both hop into the ring. They give one more slow and seductive dance in the ring but as the beat takes back again, they slap their asses at the audience. Another pose later, under a shower of boos and Kate's music fades out. Kristi shakes her head at the audience while Kate goes and grabs two mics. She pushes one lightly into Kristi's chest who grabs it and brings it up.

Kristi Yahontov: Oh yea. Yeah, you're awful proud of yourselves to all be here. Ready to toss some of us into the pit soon as look at us because someone decided to up the ante. Dramatically and unnecessary, but none of that matters to you does it? No, you were just happy to get your violence. You people are sick.

Kate gags a little and Kristi purses her lips together.

Cali-Kate: Ugh, you know what that was? That was me remembering a time when I thought the shit that the audience wanted was what mattered. When they booed it was because the person was in the wrong and when they cheered it was because the person was in the right. Now they want NFW to fucking burn just to get their kicks just like Zion.

The audience boos Kate's words to which Kate faces them.

Cali-Kate: Oh you think I'm lying? Let me put it together for your dumbasses. Zion never had to retaliate, they could have let shit stand, been the bigger person but noooooo, Kai's goddamn ego wouldn't allow that. And we all know what this started over.

Kristi makes a smooching face that Kate points to.

Cali-Kate: A couple of shitheads from our roster took things a little too far because they couldn't please their damn woman. So stupid shit led to stupider shit and Zion came knocking at our door. And who was there to greet them? You can argue all you want about Adrianna and Xander being there after their match, but it was us that kept their asses, you're fucking welcome again Adrianna by the way, from getting the beat down that at least one of them rightfully deserved. Once again, we are the good guys here and how do we get fucking treated?

A chorus of boos answers Kate's question for her. Kristi brings the mic back to her mouth quickly.

Kristi Yahontov: Yea, that's it, just that! No respect! No pats on the back! No hey, you did good out there! No, we're still the villains when there's actual villains running around on this roster. You think that all of this is coincidence? You think that when push came to shove that they could be bothered to help? Nope not until we went out there. And even then, the work had been pretty much done at that point.

Kristi snarled at the audience.

Kristi Yahontov: Никто из вас не может понять. Так что все вы можете закрыть свои осуждающие рты. Если только кто-то из вас не хочет выйти на ринг прямо сейчас и доказать, что вы можете сделать то, что сделали мы..

Kate put her hand on Kristi's shoulder and gently pushed her back.

Cali-Kate: That being said, we do have something we want to say. We came out here to remind Zion that any step they take toward NFW will be met with two more steps from us. We will outpace you and we will meet you before you are ready. So don't fucking think for a second that whatever you have planned next is going to go the way you want in the end. Short run, maybe you get one more over on us, but it won't turn out well in the long run.

Kate sneers into the camera.

Cali-Kate: Be smart, take the L you have right now and wait to take the final L at Invasion. Trust me when I say the wounds to your egos will heal, but your bodies, when we are done with you, won't be nearly as quick. Stay out of our path. And if you decide to test us, well then, Game Start Bitches!

Kate drops the mic and her music hits one more time. Kate and Kristi roll from the ring and head back up the ramp before the scene fades out.

Cherry Addams vs. Adrianna Salvatore

These two had a history with each other and it showed from the way they stared each other down from across the ring. Once the bell rang, they came to the center and circled up. Both women had a proficiency in striking and started displaying it as they traded feint kicks back and forth, testing the waters. It had been over a year since they properly squared up. They were both clearly testing each other to see how the other had grown in their technique since then. Addams and Salvatore met each kick thrown at them with quick parries and counter strikes, not letting the other gain any sort of leeway. When this proved to be getting them nowhere, they stepped in for a collar & elbow tie up, jockeying for position. Salvatore pushed back against Addams with her impressive strength, bounding her off the ropes for an Irish Whip. Salvatore went for a Back Body Drop and Addams rolled over her back, catching the Undisputed Champion in the midsection with a Spinning Thrust Kick. Salvatore doubled over and Addams hit the ropes again, running in only to be snatched off her feet by Salvatore for a Spinebuster and a cover!!


Salvatore picked Addams up into a Muay Thai Clinch and started going right into a series of knees to the midsection. The crowd started getting excited, however, as Addams administered a Clinch of her own and the two opponents found themselves in a trade off of knees and elbows in the middle of the ring. Addams staggered Salvatore with a nice shot to the jaw and ran for the ropes but Salvatore ran in right behind her and caught her from behind, bouncing her off the ropes into a Snap German Suplex! Cherry staggered up and Adrianna stepped in, locking her arms around her waist again to hit an Overhead Belly to Belly followed by a kip to her feet! Addams staggered up into a corner and Salvatore ran in full throttle, flattening her with a corner clothesline. She immediately darted across the ring and rushed back in, looking for a Spear against the corner but Addams dropped out of the way and Salvatore slammed into the ringpost!! She got hung up there for a bit as Addams rolled out onto the apron and pulled herself to her feet. Cherry charged in and hit a Running Yakuza Kick to the head of Adrianna. The champion fell back onto the mat and Cherry climbed to the top turnbuckle and hit a big Moonsault, hooking the leg.


Adrianna rolled out of the ring but Cherry was right on her tail, grabbing her and throwing her into the barricade, laying in with stiff knife edged chops, leaving her reeling. Cherry backed up, getting some distance and charged in again but Adrianna rushed at her and caught her by the arm for a big Arm Drag that sent her SLAMMING into the barricade and knocking that section down!! Fans cleared out of their chairs as Cherry essentially spilled onto the floor in front of them. She started getting to her feet as Adrianna made it over and the two started trading forearms and right hands again while Referee Yumi Akiyama made the count for them to get back inside the ring. Adrianna grabbed Cherry and dragged her back over to the ring, throwing her back inside. She started climbing up onto the apron when something made her stop and she looked back over her shoulder at the front row. It seemed like a fan had gotten her attention, enough to draw her off of the apron and over to the barricade again. A woman in a hooded sweatshirt, ball cap and a Covid mask stood in the front row, slinging shade Adrianna’s way. The conversation got heated to the point where the fan opened her sweatshirt, revealing a ZION Wrestling t-shirt. Adrianna’s face twisted into one of disgust and she literally spat on the logo on the fan’s shirt. This set the woman off and she flung her soda right in Adrianna’s face! Adrianna lunged at the fan but the woman jumped back before security stepped in to separate them and start escorting the fan away. Adrianna turned around to get back into the ring and Cherry Addams came charging, hitting a Suicide Dive that sent Adrianna into the barricade! Cherry picked herself up and threw Adrianna back into the ring, sliding in after her. Adrianna started getting to her feet and Cherry ran in, tucking herself underneath her torso and grabbing her arm and leg to hit the Core Breach (Lightning Spiral), driving Adrianna right onto her neck and into a cover.


Cherry sat up, fuming as Adrianna got the shoulder up. She picked the bigger woman up and showcased her own strength as she lifted Adrianna across her shoulders for the Circuit Breaker but Adrianna wriggled off and landed behind her on her feet. Adrianna immediately shoved Cherry into the ropes and bounced off the other side. Cherry hit the ropes, turned on the rebound and in came Adrianna with the Rogue Planet (V-Trigger) right across her head! Cherry fell back into the ropes but Adrianna pulled her back to the center, setting her up for the Ground Zero! Adrianna took a second to taunt, drawing a thumb across her throat and popped Cherry into the air! Cherry went up, rotated, came down and—CHERRY COUNTERED WITH A MID-AIR CUTTER!! Adrianna’s head bounced up off of the mat while Cherry popped up to her knees, feeling the adrenaline! She grabbed the dazed woman and scooped her up! Circuit Breaker (Fireman’s Carry Codebreaker)!! Cover and hook of the leg!!


Seth Ernst: SHE DID IT!!!

Miranda Augustino: HOLY SHIT!!!

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by pinfall, CHERRY…”GLITCH”...ADDAMS!!

Seth Ernst: Cherry Addams just pinned the Undisputed Champion!

Miranda Augustino: You know what that means, Seth!!!!

Seth Ernst: Indeed, I do!!

Miranda Augustino: Yeeeaaah, there it is!

“Blood Soaked Hero” played as Adrianna Salvatore sat up, holding her neck, Senior Official Yumi Akiyama brought the Undisputed Title into the ring to give back to her but Cherry Addams blocked her path, calmly taking it from the referee. She went over herself and held the title up in front of the champion with a tiny smirk on her lips before folding it and respectfully handing it back to her. Adrianna rubbed her jaw next, visibly smirking and nodding. She reached out to take the title from Cherry when BOOM!!! Someone from behind Adrianna blasted the champion across the back of the head with a chair!! Cherry barely made it out of the way to avoid getting hit herself. The crowd booed as the assailant continued to just wail on Salvatore with the chair while she was on the mat! Over and over and over!!

Seth Ernst: Hey!! HEY!!!! That’s that fan from a moment ago!!!! The one Salvatore had a confrontation with!!

Miranda Augustino: Get them the fuck outta here!!! I thought security dragged them off!!

Seth Ernst: How did they get back in?!

The fan in the ZION shirt and hoodie brought the chair up for another shot on Adrianna but Cherry Addams stepped in and ripped the chair from their hands, tossing it away. The fan spun around and found Cherry looming right in their face and their demeanor suddenly changed. The fan lifted their hands up, asking Cherry to ease up and proceeded to drop the hood and remove the Covid mask to reveal…DARIA DORSEY! Unzipping the rest of her hoodie, Dorsey revealed she had actually come with her championship belt as she unclasped it from around her waist and held it proudly up in the air!

Seth Ernst: Zion World Heavyweight Champion, Daria Dorsey!!!!

Miranda Augustino: Bitch!!! What the fuck?! Get the fuck outta here!

Seth Ernst: It’s Clash of Champions at Invasion!! These two are on a collision course headed right for each other!

Miranda Augustino: Knock her the fuck out Cherry!!

Seth Ernst: Mir, if you don’t remember, Cherry’s sided with Zion in this war!!

Inside the ring, however, Cherry Addams and Daria Dorsey were in a heated argument over the attack. Daria turned back towards Adrianna but Cherry grabbed her to make her pay attention to her and the two started shoving back and forth! It looked like the two were about to come to blows when Cherry finally started back pedaling slowly and smiled at the Zion Champion. She lifted a hand and slowly waved “bye bye” as she got out of the ring and started heading off. Daria Dorsey opened her arms out in defiance to Cherry, not seeing that Adrianna had climbed back to her feet and was poised to strike behind her. After a moment, she turned around and BOOM!!!! G.R.B (Impact Spear) from Adrianna Salvatore!!!!!

Seth Ernst: OHHH MAN!!!! GAMMA RAY BURST FROM THE UNDISPUTED CHAMPION!!!

Miranda Augustino: RIGHT OUTTA HER FUCKING SHOES!!

Adrianna snapped up onto her feet, fired up, stomping and yelling down at Daria as the woman clutched her midsection. The NFW Champion didn’t give the Zion Champion much time before dragging her up to her feet and delivered a devastating Ground Zero (Vertical Suplex Powerbomb) to the mat!!!!

Seth Ernst: GROUND ZERO!!!!!

Miranda Augustino: THAT’S OUR FUCKING CHAMP BABY!!!! SHOW THAT BITCH!!!

“No Less Violent” kicked on over the PA system as Adrianna snatched up her Undisputed Championship, stood over Daria Dorsey and raised the title up to the cheering NFW crowd; one boot planted firmly down on the Zion World Heavyweight Championship as it laid on the mat. The show began to go off the air as she looked down at Dorsey and drew her thumb across her throat.

Seth Ernst: Things are continuing to heat up between New Frontier and Zion, folks!!! We’ll be in the trenches before you know it!!

Miranda Augustino: Damn right we will!! With the new stakes at hand, we're gonna have to really take it to them but if Steven Brody believes in our peoples, you know I do! For Seth Ernst, I’m Miranda Augustino! Adios bitches!