NFW Trauma #61! 03/05/2022!

The show starts as it normally would, that is until we cut to the arena, the lights go out, with a single red spotlight hitting the ring, revealing Kasey Kash sat in the centre of the ring, head down, before beginning to speak.

Kasey Kash: ”Friends… a relationship built between people… a trust between a group… someone you can turn to in times of need… it’s something a lot of you take for granted… it’s something I didn’t have for a long time…”

Kasey still looks down at the mat, this isn’t the Kasey we’re used to seeing. He’s not full of energy here… he’s more somber, soft spoken.

Kasey Kash: ”...Before I got kicked out of home before I turned sixteen… it was something I took for granted, too… but when I got kicked out and was homeless… living on the streets… all I wanted in the world was someone I knew had my back… knowing I could trust someone…”

Kasey smirks, scratching his chin.

Kasey Kash: ”...friends is something that I never had a lot of… but Kai Morgan changed that… that man became my best friend, introduced me to people I never in a million years would’ve talked to before meeting him… he’s practically family to me at this point…”

He chuckles, looking up at the hardcam for the first time.

Kasey Kash: ”He was the first person I told about wanting to propose to Erika… he told me about wanting to propose to Teresa… we joked about having both our weddings on the same day, killing two birds with one stone, and all that nonsense…”

We can see that Kasey’s getting a little choked up now, although he tries his best to hide it.

Kasey Kash: ”...and uhh… he was gonna be the guy I told about me and Erika having a kid… I’ve never had this kind of friendship with anyone… and then he got taken from us.”

Kasey’s demeanour changes, the smirk turns to a blank stare.

Kasey Kash: ”...you took my best friend from me… you took one of the only people in this world that I give a fuck about… you fucked up.”

Kasey stands up, kicking the chair he was sitting on back.

Kasey Kash: ”You have NO idea who you’re fucking with here… do you? You fucked with the one person in New Frontier… THAT’S GOT NOTHING TO LOSE, YOU STUPID CLOWN CUNT!”

Kasey stands there… letting his words echo as the audience remains silent.

Kasey Kash: ”But has got everything to gain… Now listen here… I’m putting you, Krusty, Bozo, Ronald, Pennywise, Weary Willie, Joker, Pogo and the rest of your fucking clown car on notice… you’re fucking with a dangerous man here… not some bullshit artist who couldn’t fight their way out of a paper sack… I’ve been to hell and back, I’ve left a trail of bodies, and gallons of blood behind me as I moved forward.”

The lights in the arena slowly go from being off, to turning a sickly blood red.

Kasey Kash: ”...you return MY best friend to me… or I will unleash a whole world of hurt on you… because I am THE Anti-Christ of New Frontier… The Angel of Darkness… I’m Fueled on One HUndred Percent Pure Hatred… I am The Resident Asshole… I am Kasey MOTHER FUCKING KASH!”

With that, Kasey throws the mic up in the air and walks out the ring, with “Reign of Darkness” playing in the background as he makes his exit.
The camera shifts from the previous scene to the words “Earlier tonight” and a shot of the parking lot and the roar of multiple engines before the many vehicles of the Kingdom of Collision appeared in a line behind the black and neon green bike of the Queen.

Miranda Augustino: The Kingdom?! Here?!?

Seth Ernst: Oh god dammit, is there anywhere safe from them?!

Miranda Augustino: You should know better than that. They go where they want.

One by one the vehicles all lined up and backed into the parking spots and the Kingdom came out. Jasmine, Jonna, Lluvia, Lilith, Christina, Morgan, Mary, Moe, River and Tren all walking toward the door leading into the arena.

Miranda Augustino: What do they want?!.

Seth Ernst: Whatever it is, it's obviously important. They came in force!

The group made it to the doorway of the arena when Jasmine looked behind her at the group and cleared her throat saying clearly.

Jasmine Matthews: Fan out in pairs. Find them. We’re gonna put an end to this before it gets out of hand. Mar, you stay with me.

Miranda Augustino: What?! Find who?!

The Kingdom disappears into the door as a figure’s echoing footsteps carry it out of the darkness at the back of the parking garage. Dressed in an all black suit and tie, Lord Lucifer took a pocket watch from the outside pocket of the suit and looked down on it with a smile.

Lord Lucifer: Right on time.

Seth Ernst: Oh god….this isn’t good…!

Ursula Von Rossbach vs. Malaya Diyosa

Malaya tries to use her speed and quickness to hit and run, getting in multiple early shots before Ursula is able to swat her away on fourth pass. Malaya gets right back up and looks for another but Ursula is ready and waiting this time. Ursula snaps off a Bionic Slap that nearly sends Malaya flying over the top rope. Malaya hits the ropes and falls through, bouncing off the apron and tumbling to the floor in a heap. The referee asks the giant Terminator to stand back as he counts Malaya down and she complies. Malaya staggers up on the floor, looking like a poleaxed cat that has no idea what just hit her. She climbs up part way and Ursula matches over. Ursula grabs Malaya by the hair and head, pulls her up where the big woman can get a hand under Malaya’s shoulder and tosses her bodily back into the ring. Malaya flies across the ring and bounces back up to her feet against the opposite ropes. Malaya moves off the ropes and Ursula comes in for a spear. She remains on top and holds for the cover.

Malaya kicks out.

Ursula reaches to grab Malaya and Malaya catches the bigger woman off-balance and pulls her into an inside cradle.

Ursula kicks out.

Malaya rolls away, half-propelled by the force of the kick out from Ursula. Malaya pulls herself to her feet using the ropes for assistance. Ursula gets to her feet and waits. Malaya turns around and Ursula grabs her by the wrist, spinning into a sambo sidekick. Malaya goes down again and Ursula covers.

Malaya gets a shoulder up.

Ursula gets up and brings Malaya with her. Malaya jumps up into a roundhouse kick to the face and then tries to sweep the big woman’s legs. Ursula is staggered but not brought down. Malaya goes to jump into another kick and Ursula catches her spinning into a snap powerslan. Ursula again holds for the cover.

Malaya gets a shoulder up at the last instant.

Ursula gets up again and pulls Malaya up coldly, motioning that the time has come to end this. Suddenly, the Tron screen comes to life. Two words flash onto the screen, one after the other as Ursula stares at it, frowning in confusion.


As Ursula and most everyone else stares in disbelief the words are replaced with a shot of Anaquin Adams in full painted garb simply looking back out at Ursula. Ursula moves to the ropes and grabs the top one with both hands. Malaya jumps up and into a modified O'Connor Roll that she bridges over into a cover, making herself into a human pretzel in the process.


The image on the Tron fades as Malaya rolls off of Ursula. Ursula gets up, glaring at the Tron, visibly incensed. She grabs Mayala and hits the Von Terminator, barely pausing after impact to storm out of the ring, marching up the ramp with a cold, deliberate purpose.

Miranda Augustino: What the hell was that?!

Seth Ernst: That looked like Anaquin Adams! What does she want with Ursula Von Rossbach?!

Miranda Augustino: Well, we’ll find out if UVR gets a hold of her!

Seth Ernst: Oh, I bet!

The scene opens up with the creepy sound of the circus organ playing and the familiar, yet still creepy, worn down circus tent. We can hear the faint chatter of phantom people and the sight of clowns skipping and laughing away around the outside. Suddenly, an ear piercing scream can be heard, the voice sounds familiar, sounds tortured.

Voice: Heeeeeeelp!

As the cry rang out, the sinister, yet childlike laugh of Ringmistress rang out followed by another loud scream that echoed out through the space.

The Ringmaster: This can be so much easier, Mr. Morgan if you just let it take hold of you. This can all be over if you just let me in. Just let me into your mind, Mr. Morgan. Let me show you the way to a better life, a life in the circus!

Again a loud scream is heard crying out and the laugh of Ringmistress once again echoes over it as the scene fades out.
“Beautiful Dangerous” hits the speakers as the lights in the arena dim and a spotlight illuminates the center of the stage. In the direct center of that spotlight stood the newest member of New Frontier Wrestling, and General Manager of NFW’s new show Destiny… Imogen Paige.

Seth Ernst: “My God, she’s gorgeous! Just look at her!”

Miranda Augustino: “Watch yourself. That’s Brody’s woman.”

Seth Ernst: “That’s just a rumor! He’s too old for someone like her! She’s far too beautiful to be hooked up with Old Man Brody!! No way, I don’t believe it. And, if she is!? He’s blackmailing her.”

Destiny GM - Imogen Paige: “Hello, New Frontier!”

She had lifted the mic up to begin speaking. Lowering it a moment to smile out to the crowd as they began to chant and cheer.

Destiny GM - Imogen Paige: “As most of you have heard by now, we are in the process of creating a third show for NFW!”

More cheers sound from the crowd at this information.

Destiny GM - Imogen Paige: “’What does this mean for NFW talent?’, you may be asking. Well, I’m happy to say that this means that you will be seeing more of your favorite talent! As well as–”

The crowd cheered even louder so she paused for a moment to let them have their moment.

Destiny GM - Imogen Paige: “As well as new and up-and-coming talent! Over the next few weeks, we will be announcing those who will be joining the roster.”

The crowd begins to chant “Des-Ti-Ny!” over and over.

Destiny GM - Imogen Paige: “And our first show will air on the 14th of April! So, New Frontier Wrestling–”

She turns, lifts her arm up to reveal Destiny’s logo on the tron behind her.

Destiny GM - Imogen Paige: “I present to you… DESTINY!!!”

Miranda Augustino: “Well, there you have it, Folks! NFW has confirmed the arrival of Destiny! And it’s new General Manager, the beautiful Imogen Paige!”

Diamond Steele vs. Marco Valintine

Diamond and Marco lock up and jock for position. Marco gets the upper hand, pushing Diamond against the ropes but breaks on the ref’s command, putting his hands up. Diamond steps from the ropes and shoves him away, snapping at him. The ref calls them to the center of the ring and they lockup again. Once again, Marco jocks his way into the dominant position and pushes Diamond back into a corner this time. The ref calls for the break and he does but this time Diamond pokes him in the eye and drives a knee into his ribs a couple times before shoving him back into the same corner to start laying boots. The fans don’t like this one bit as they start up a “TRAITOR” chant. Diamond takes a moment to yell at them to shut up before obliging the referee’s warning to get Marco out of the corner. She snapmares him down to the center of the ring and hits a running basement dropkick off of the ropes, floating right over into a cover.


Marco kicked out and Diamond swung a leg over to mount him and start raining down forearms. Marco got his arms up to block and pushed his hips up, showing some of his strength as he lifted Diamond into a bridge. He actually got a grin on his face as he started gyrating his hips with Diamond sitting over him until she absolutely lost her cool and threw herself off of him, onto the mat. Marco showcased his athleticism and kicked back into a handstand before dropping back onto his feet and rising up with the horns in the air. The crowd popped and Diamond wasn’t having none of it. Marco sidestepped and used her momentum to send her into the corner behind him. As soon as she hit the turnbuckle, he stepped in with a rope assisted enziguri. This sent Diamond staggering down onto the middle rope so Marco ran off the ropes across from her and came in with a Tiger Feint Kick. Diamond staggered back and Marco sprangboard in with a Rana Pin.


Kickout by Diamond! As soon as Marco sat up, Diamond rolled to the ropes and out to the floor on her feet. Marco got up and came over to get her back in but she stepped up onto the apron, hit him with a Hangman then pulled him out under the bottom rope. She whipped him into the barricade and literally tipped him over into the front row of the crowd before hurrying back into the ring to make the ref start the count.


The referee kept counting with no sign of Marco reappearing from behind the barrier. After a moment, his arm came up and he pulled himself up to his feet.


Marco dragged himself over back to ringside, hitting the floor and worked to pull himself back to his feet just as the count was almost over!


Marco dove back in under the bottom rope just before 20 and the referee called it good! Furious, Diamond started putting the boots to him until he was sitting in the corner. She backed up and added a cherry to the top of that boot sundae with a Corner Yakuza Kick. Marco looked rocked as Diamond pulled him to his feet and went for the Diamond Cutter. Marco shoved her into the ropes and caught her on the rebound with a Snap Dragon Suplex! With the crowd rallying behind him, he climbed to the top rope and came down with Head Over Heels (Double Rotation Moonsault) for the cover!

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 takes it as well.

Cali-Kate: So the war is over, NFW stands, and now the question is, where do we all fucking go from here? You saw it all earlier, those who were involved in the war, they're tired, worn out. They look at the landscape now and all they see is the ruin they brought on their damn selves.

The audience murmurs among each other, afraid to admit Kate is right, but not wanting to disagree with her.

Cali-Kate: But as you also saw earlier, those who weren't involved, start to fucking plot to take what doesn't belong to them. They start once again with plans on making NFW and Trauma specifically, their playground, their domain. Fuck that shit. Trauma is still my show among all the competitors here. When people think of Trauma, they remember the champions but they know me. So before anyone gets any ideas back there,...

Kate turns back to the backstage area. Kristi stands behind hernwith her arms folded as she mimics Kate's direction

Cali-Kate: ... and you know exactly who I'm fucking talking to back there, remember who keeps standing in this ring, undaunted by everything you throw at me. Remember the black days when I was the one with the banner, even if I wasn't leading the charge. Guess fucking what? Still here, still standing. And there's not a damn thing yoi can do about it.

Kristi Yahontov: Вы продолжаете нажимать на ее кнопки, и будут последствия. Я позабочусь о том, чтобы, если вы перейдете ей дорогу, вы ушли с поджатым хвостом и уничтоженной гордостью. So stay where you belong, the obscurity you've allowed yourself to fall in.

Kate and Kristi fist bump without eye contact. Then they turn back to the audience.

Cali-Kate: And in other news, you all may have heard of a little show called Destiny that will be premiering next month. I want to introduce you to one of their members, The Russian Gem, Kristi Yahontov.

The audience boos Kristi widely, but it doesn't phase the women in the ring.

Cali-Kate: Now she didn't have an impressive in ring debut with me, but that wasn't her fault. She came at this like Gohan in the Cell saga, before he was able to achieve Super Saiyan. Sure he could hold his own against the other Z fighters, even beat them, but then he gets shown how much he doesn't know yet.

Kristi's lips twitch at Kate. Kate turns to her quickly

Cali-Kate: It isn't a weakness. You are the epitome of the saying "what doesn't kill you" so trust me, whoever else is on that roster is in for a rude awakening.

Kristi nods at Kate and turns back to the audience.

Kristi Yahontov: It's fair and it's true. I've been fighting and fucking since I could actually step into a ring. So whether it's here at your side or going off on the assholes over at Destiny, it won't make a difference.

Cali-Kate: You're ready to walk this path without me, apprentice. There's no way I could be more proud of you than I am right now. But we have business to deal with before that happens. I brought you here for a reason, and it's time to exercise that reason. So you know what that means.

Kristi Yahontov: Игра начинается, сука!

Kristi and Kate clasp hands and exit the ring together. They shoot winks at the audience and Kristi even blows out a few kisses before the scene fades out.
“Unbreakable” by Kingdom Collapse blasts out of the PA system and as soon as Jonathan Norris belts out the word Unbreakable, the NFW United States Champion, “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones bursts out through the curtain dressed in a pair of black leather boots, a pair of skin tight black leather pants, a black “Rock Hearts” T-shirt and her custom black leather “Unbreakable” leather jacket with her US title draped over her shoulder. She smiles out to the crowd as they cheer for her before she begins to make her way down the ramp.

Seth Ernst: Well here comes our United States Champion, who isn’t in action tonight defending her championship however I feel like she deserves a rest after the last time we saw her in action.

Miranda Augustino: Not only did she do NFW proud at Invasion when she defeated Zion’s then YouTube! Champion, Razzles Mars but a couple of days prior she successfully defended that very championship over her shoulder at FCW’s No Justice against Ashlynn Cassidy, so yeah, I’d say you’re right Seth.

Once Jones reaches the ring, she hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes before calling for a microphone and she is handed one as “Unbreakable” fades out.

Stacy Jones: First of all. I just want to give a shout out to every single member of the NFW roster who competed at Invasion. You all worked your asses off to make sure we stayed in business.

The fans applaud and cheer as she paces the ring a little.

Stacy Jones: Now, as you all may have seen from the card and the fact I’m not dressed to compete… I’m not defending my title tonight. And while I am disappointed by that, Ms. Santiago asked me to take tonight off from competing and so, I’m going to respect her request.

The Unbreakable One now turns her attention to the stage.

Stacy Jones: With that said however… just because I’m not putting this on the line tonight? That doesn’t mean the Stacy Jones United States Open Challenge is over. Oh no. Next week at Trauma #62… I will be back inside this ring and defending this very championship over my shoulder again!

The fans cheer wildly.

Stacy Jones: All I need is a challenger. So who wants it?

The champion looks out at the stage, awaiting to see if anyone will come out to accept her challenge.

Seth Ernst: Well this will be interesting to see if anyone accepts The Unbreakable One’s open challenge here, Miranda.

Miranda Augustino: No matter what, Stacy is a woman of her word and while we may not be getting a US title shot tonight, she’s not wasting any time in making sure we get one next week.

As a shot of the entrance is shown, a woman with long, black hair comes out in a professional-looking black dress and heels, as if she just got out of a meeting, and has a microphone in hand. The crowd begins cheering after recognizing her.

Seth Ernst: For those who aren't familiar with who is standing at the entrance right now, that is Loree Merope. She's managed many wrestlers on the independent scene as well as some on the professional scene over the past few years.

Loree smiles at the reaction she gets and lets the crowd continue as she gathers her thoughts. She then motions for the crowd to quiet down, which eventually happens as she begins speaking.

Loree Merope: Oh my! Thank you so much for this reaction. It always feels great to come out and get a reaction like that. It lets me know the independent scene is still alive and that you all have not forgotten about me.

The crowd cheers again, but Loree's smile fades this time as she motions to the ring while speaking on the business at hand.

Loree Merope: Someone who is definitely not at risk of being forgotten is the woman standing in the ring right in front of me. She has more than earned her place as the NFW United States Champion, earned her moniker of "Unbreakable," and earned her spot with you, the fans.

The fans cheer as Jones smiles and nods in the manager’s direction, showing her appreciation for the kind words.

Loree Merope: Ms Jones, I've got to admit I admire your attitude and for being such a pure competitor allowing anyone to challenge you for your title. The thing is, how serious are you about this claim? No, I'm not about to call out a monster to come out and crush you at my behest. No, in fact, it's quite the opposite.

Miranda Agustino: What exactly is Loree even hinting at here? The opposite of a monster?

Loree Merope: I have someone to answer your challenge and she's one of the latest additions to the Trauma roster. If you are willing to keep your word and give an opportunity to even someone who would be making her professional debut in that very match, then here is someone who would very much like to meet you.

The PA system begins to play the piano intro to "New Soul" as the crowd roars their approval before the client Loree spoke of even gets out through the curtain. Said curtain starts to shake a little at first, but eventually pulls open and an average sized woman with long, red hair comes out dressed in her normal ring attire and a small brown leather jacket over top. She looks slightly overwhelmed at the crowd as she looks around and nervously grabs some strands of her hair and twirls it between her fingers on one hand. After a minute or so, she is able to compose herself and take the mic Loree offers her. The music fades out and the woman raises the mic to speak, but all is heard is a few breaths of air before finally her voice breaks out more confidently.

Woman: Hi, I'm Ibbie!

The crowd cheers with many responding back with a "Hi, Ibbie" in unison resulting in a small giggle escaping from Ibbie which is picked up by the mic. Obviously not expecting that reaction, she looks over to Loree who smiles back at her nodding as Ibbie continues.

Ibbie: Stacy Jones, I mean uh. "Unbreakable" Stacy Jones. Now that we've met in person and Loree has done her work to get me ahead of the line for your title, I do have to ask you something... may I be the next contender for your United States Championship and be the one to answer your open challenge?

The fans appear to like the sound of the idea as Ibbie waits with bated breath as the US Champion looks around at the cheering fans before finally turning her attention to Trauma’s newest acquisition.

Stacy Jones: Well first of all, allow me to be the first to welcome you to NFW, Ibbie. Second of all, I’ll say to you what I said when I first announced this open challenge all those weeks ago. See, I’m a fighting champion… always have been… always will be. And I said all those weeks ago that it didn’t matter to me whether you’ve been here for five minutes or five years… it doesn’t matter if you’re NFW or not. I started this open challenge to not only attempt to achieve my goal of becoming the greatest United States Champion in NFW history… I also started it to give people an opportunity, no matter who they are. So Ibbie? Consider your challenge accepted!

The fans roar with approval as a grin forms on Ibbie's face and her eyes seem to light up in response to being accepted by the United States Champion. Loree is seen nodding her head respectfully while also appearing to be mulling things over in her mind. NFW's newcomer then prepares to deliver her thoughts on the accepted challenge.

Ibbie: Thank you so much, Stacy, for the title opportunity and chance to show everyone in NFW that I'm not a pushover, I'm someone who is just as, if not more, determined to make a name for herself. I'm also someone who is not to be looked over, I'm someone who will earn your respect in the ring, and, thanks to you, I'm the number one contender for your United States Championship.

Loree smiles at her client who pauses and the fans who are smartened up on the young talent begin to cheer loudly in anticipation of her final words.

Ibbie: On top of all of that, I'm still Ibbie!

A ripple of laughter comes from the crowd and The Unbreakable One also chuckles before nodding.

Stacy Jones: Well in that case, Ibbie, I’ll see you next week on Trauma then. And you better bring everything you’ve got and more because it’s going to take something special to take this championship from me. Because if you don’t? After next week’s Trauma you will still just be Ibbie… and I’ll still be United States Champion.

Jones then hands the microphone back to the announcer and “Unbreakable” blasts out of the PA system as the champion climbs the turnbuckle and raises her title up above her head for the fans to see before then glancing over to her next challenger and points to her and giving her a nod of respect as we cut elsewhere.

The Socialites vs. Super Bitch Squad

The SBS rushes the Socialites and quickly dumps Danielle and Vanessa to the floor. Bianca grabs and throws Kayako, hurling her across the ring like a rag doll. Bianca runs over and goes for a cover.

Kayako kicks out.

As the two start to get up, Yuka and Masami attack, clipping Bianca’s legs at the knees. The largest Socialite falls forward and Kayako rolls her into a cradle.

Bianca kicks out.

Yuka and Masami take Bianca over into a double wheelbarrow suplex and Kayako hits a quebrada for the cover as her two partners roll out to the apron to avoid a disqualification.

Bianca kicks out.

Kayako tags in Uka and the SBS take over. They make quick tags so that all three take turns working Bianca over. Bianca’s sisters climb back up into their own corner as the SBS work acro he ring. Yuka hits Ookami No Koushou and covers.

Danielle breaks it up.

Masami runs in and hits Danielle with a big lariat. She follows with one on an onrushing Vanessa and then one on Bianca. Yuka covers Bianca again.

Danielle and Vanessa barely break it up.

Kayako goes to the top and jumps for a senton splash on Bianca. Vanessa hits Empire State of Mind on Kayako and then pushes her out to the floor. Danielle hits the Princess Kick on Masami at the perfect angle to knock her down as well. With Vanessa distracting the referee, Danielle sprays Yuka in the eyes with something and then hoists her up. Vanessa runs over and they hit Yuka with Mean Girls. The two Page Sisters move as Bianca throws an arm over fo the cover.

The camera shifts from the action in the ring to a series of shots flashing one after another. voice:Each one seemed to show a different member of the Kingdom as they made their way in pairs through the hallways in search of whatever brought them to the arena.

The first pair to appear was Morgan and Moe walking together and looking through the doors and into the empty rooms. River, Lluvia and Jonna were shown in another shot with Christina and Lilith appearing in another.

In each of these shots as they search the rooms or pass opened doors there were figures standing just outside of their view that the camera could pick up. Black robed figures standing in the shadows of a room. The hulking Abaddon lurking just inside a dark bathroom in one of the rooms the Valkyries had cleared.

Miranda Augustino: It’s like they are toying with them...

Seth Ernst: Or herding them…

Finally the Champ himself Tren appeared on the screen opening the door leading to a set of stairs heading down deeper into the basement of the building. He eased the door open with a creek and looked into the empty hallway but just as he was preparing to turn and leave a giggle sounded out and a voice whispered.

Voice: “Heheh…Trennie….Heehee….”

Miranda Augustino: What in the heck…

Seth Ernst: That may be the creepiest thing I have ever heard in my life Miranda…

Tren slowly steps back into the stairway looking around for some source of the voice and finds nothing. When he turns back for the door however a face appears around the edge of the door spewing a thick green mist from its mouth and into his face.

Tren staggers back to the edge of the stairs where he loses his footing and falls down the stairs disappearing from view. From the roars of rage out of camera range however he was completely unharmed, just slowed down.

It gave Asmodeus enough time to close the door and get it locked. No sooner had the door locked than Tren appeared in the little window staring out at the painted up woman. Maiko giggled and waved at him with her fingertips then touched a finger to a small circle behind her ear.

Asmodeus: Big guy is neutralized. Yes Sire, unharmed as you commanded. Send your message My Lord.

Maiko blew Tren a kiss as the black robed Demons backed what appeared to be a forklift in front of the door to keep the powerhouse champion from forcing his way out before she skipped away.

Miranda Augustino: All of that…just to remove Tren?

Seth Ernst: He’s the most dangerous Miranda. Take out the fangs before you go for the head….
We cut backstage to find Captain Cosmo dressed in his Sherlock Holmes costume with one hand on his hip as he puffs away on his bubble pipe and taps his foot. After a few moments of silence, he looks into the camera.

Captain Cosmo: This is where you told friend Jessi we would meet, yes?

Cameraman Jeff: Sure did, Sherlock.

Cosmo nods and puffs away on his pipe again when after another awkward moment of silence, Jessi Ozborne arrives on the scene, quickly scooping Cosmo up into a hug.

Jessi Ozborne: Hi, Cosmo! Thank you SO much for helping me out! I hope I’m not asking too much!

Captain Cosmo:

Not at all, friend Jessi! Sherlock Cosmo is happy to be of assistance! Especially considering friend Kai has always been kind to him!

Cosmo now turns his attention to Cameraman Jeff.

Captain Cosmo: Jeff?! Do you have that case questionnaire you said you would write up for Sherlock Cosmo?!

Cameraman Jeff nods as he hands Cosmo a sheet of paper on a clipboard with a pen that the intergalactic traveler takes after pocketing his bubble pipe.

Captain Cosmo: Okay then! When was the last time you saw the person in question?!

Jessi Ozborne: Well, the last time I saw him he was tapping out to Morggy at Invasion. I really really really had to pee, so I ran out after the bell rang to go to the bathroom. I came out and all I saw on the little TVs outside the concession stands was replays of clowns coming in and taking my best friend away…I didn’t even get to give him his usual celebratory post-match hug…

Jessi starts to look a little sad. Though she’s asked Cosmo for his assistance, you still tell the reality of her situation is constantly creeping up on her. Cosmo nods as he writes the information down on the piece of paper.

Captain Cosmo: Next question! Have you seen any sort of evidence that leads to the Emu Federation being involved?!

Jessi gives Cosmo a bit of look of confusion, but answers anyway

Jessi Ozborne: No…no I don’t think it was emus…only clowns. Oh! Actually I think there was an emu dressed as a clown there! A Em-own? A Cl-Emu? More I think about it, it was probably just a dude with a super long neck.

Cosmo’s eyes go wide at this as he writes down Jessi’s explanation.

Captain Cosmo: Okay then! Last question! What is the size of your br--

Cosmo suddenly shoots Cameraman Jeff an angered look.

Captain Cosmo: Jeff?! What kind of question is this?! Not only is it inappropriate but this has nothing to do with this case!

Cosmo turns back to Jessi looking very apologetic.

Captain Cosmo: Captain Cosmo apologizes for Jeff’s vulgarity! He always talks about the females of your species! He keeps telling Sherlock Cosmo how much he loves the Maidens of Shield despite the fact that most of them are lebanese or something, meaning he has no chance with any of them anyway!

Jessi tilts her head at Cosmo in confusion, then to Cameraman Jeff, before very slowly catching onto what’s happening and zipping up her jacket a little higher just to be safe.

Jessi Ozborne: Anyway…I was wondering if you could help me look for him? I know you’ve been busy looking for the Cosmic Pug, but Teresa told me not to come near the RingMaster and I can’t think of any other way of reaching Kai.

Jessi looks over to Cosmo, giving him some fierce puppy dog eyes. . . Cosmo is unsure on how to respond to this and so he elects to awkwardly pat Jessi on the shoulder.

Captain Cosmo: Sherlock Cosmo shall do his best to help you find Kai, friend Jessi! Is there anything else you can think of that could perhaps help with the investigation?!

Jessi thinks for a bit before hitting a light bulb.

Jessi Ozborne: OH! I know!

Jessi unties a Zion Mai Blackman merch sweater from around her waist before presenting it to Cosmo.

Jessi Ozborne: I have one of his hoodies! Teresa let me keep it

after the clown-napping. I figured you’d have one of those cute little huskies from the movies that sniff things and find people based on their scent?

Despite seemingly everyone viewing this but Jessi knowing that nothing of the sort would be happening, she still gives Cosmo a look of hopeful glee. The Captain takes the item of clothing from the woman and nods.

Captain Cosmo: Sherlock Cosmo does not have a little husky! However his girlfriend has a pet bearded dragon that may be able to do that!

Cameraman Jeff: Uhhh… Cap?

Cosmo quickly raises his hand up to stop Cameraman Jeff.

Captain Cosmo: Quiet, Jeff! You are in water that is hot from your earlier disrespect! Sherlock Cosmo shall not hear it!

The Captain turns back to Jessi.

Captain Cosmo: Well, friend Jessi?! Sherlock Cosmo shall begin his investigation immediately!

Jessi Ozborne: Thanks Cap! But uhhhhh…I think Jeff was trying to tell you that your match is coming up…

Jessi points to the nearest monitor, showing Cosmo the match graphic of Ayu Megumi vs Captain Cosmo, with “UP NEXT” written under it in big, bold, blue letters. The Captain’s eyes go wide at the sight of this before bending down and disappearing off camera and there’s another moment of awkward silence as Jessi looks down at the struggling Cosmo while also looking off to the side as well.

Captain Cosmo: SON OF AN EMU!!!

Eventually, The Captain pops back up with the Sherlock Holmes costume in his hands as he hands it over to Jessi.

Captain Cosmo: Captain Cosmo must do the wrestling with friend Ayu! But as soon as that is done, he shall begin his investigation! Fare thee well, friend Jessi!

Cosmo then awkwardly runs towards the gorilla position, leaving a very confused Jessi holding his Sherlock outfit as we cut elsewhere.

Captain Cosmo vs. Ayu Megumi

The fans were ready for this one, clapping out a rhythm to get the competitors hyped up. Ayu smiled and motioned for the fans to keep at it. Captain Cosmo actually joined in with the clapping, though he didn’t look quite so sure on what was going on. Even when Ayu started getting ready to lock up, Cosmo encouraged her to clap along, which she did after a moment. This continued for a moment before Cosmo offered out a handshake. Ayu reached out and accepted it but Cosmo pulled her arm and delivered an armdrag. Ayu kipped up to her feet, a little stunned by the antic but she rushed forward for Cosmo to catch her with another armdrag. She cartwheeled through, popping up and as Cosmo charged in, Ayu caught him with an armdrag of her own. He came up into a corner where Ayu ran up and hit him with a Cartwheel Pele Kick before snapmaring him into a small package.


Cosmo got the shoulder up and made it to his feet. Ayu went for an Irish Whip but Cosmo reversed it and went for a Clothesline but Ayu ducked under it. Cosmo turned as she springboarded off the ropes and caught her out of the air with a Spinning Spinebuster. Cover from Cosmo!


Kickout from Megumi! Cosmo pulled Megumi to her feet and guided her over to the ropes. He climbed up first, setting his feet where it looked like he was going for a top turnbuckle powerbomb but Ayu wriggled free and slipped loose. She landed on her feet on the mat but stumbled and fell into the ropes, causing Cosmo to lose his balance and crotch himself on the turnbuckle. Cosmo’s eyes went wide. Hell, Ayu’s eyes went wide as she didn’t even mean to do that and she tried to help the referee check on her opponent before being directed back to a corner. Ayu obliged without hesitation, watching to see if Cosmo was okay. The crowd clapped when he got back to his feet and the two stepped in to continue the match. They locked up, collar and elbow, chain wrestling across the mat for a moment before Cosmo went for the Cosmo Kick (Superkick) but Ayu caught his boot, spun him around and went for her own Superkick (the Ryo no Ikari) but Captain Cosmo caught her foot! He spun her around and caught her with a kick to the midsection, setting up for DON’T TRUST EMUS (Stunner)! Ayu shoved him forward into the ropes and as he bounced back, she nailed him with Fatality (Running Bicycle Knee Strike)!! Cosmo staggered back into the ropes again and Ayu caught him as he staggered back right into Starstorm (Dragon Suplex) with a bridge!


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

Seth Ernst: That one was a bit of a hard hitter, Mir!

Miranda Augustino: I liked it, Seth! Wouldn’t mind seeing these two mix it up again!

Ayu helped Cosmo up to his feet. They shared a handshake and a hug before Cosmo left the ring to her, urging fans to clap for her. Ayu Megumi celebrated for a moment, all smiles before heading up the ramp after Cosmo left. She stopped on the stage to soak in the adoration of the crowd for a moment longer when, all of a sudden, Nova Juaquin came running out of the tunnel and blindsided her with a running forearm!

Seth Ernst: Oh now, what the hell!!

Miranda Augustino: Yo! What’s your problema, essa!

Nova continued her assault, laying boots to Megumi while she was down on the stage. Juaquin pulled Ayu up to her feet by the hair, screaming in her face before running her violently into the center wall between the tunnels. She wasn’t quite done yet as she pulled her back to her feet and ran her into the side frames of one of the tunnels but before she could continue any further, referees ran out to keep her away as more tended to Ayu Megumi. Nova Juaquin shook them off, glaring down at the damage she’d done before cracking a little smile as we cut away.

The camera opens on a dimly lit parking lot outside the arena. Trixie Decker, in her ring gear, leans on a lone lamp post, her arms crossed across her chest. Next to Trixie is FM Young, also in ring gear, relaxing against a wall while smoking a clove cigarette. She digs into a pocket and offers one a lighter to Trixie. Trixie glares at the camera for a moment before speaking.

Trixie Decker: “So yeah, since I last saw all of you, I quelled a Riot - specifically Serena - in the NFW versus Zion show, despite the flapping gums of a lot of people. Tick Tock, all that bullshit. It was a vicious, brutal match. And I’m proud of it. And going into my match tonight, I was absolutely executed. A title shot against Alexandra Caldwell-Zdunich. Someone I thought deserved respect, someone on a hot streak of wins.”

FM let’s Trixie speak, with a cheeky smile she holds up a small sign on her phone that says “TRICOS is over party.”

FM Young: “I for one am sick of getting lumped in on this shit, and I’m sick of goddamn shouting at brick walls that don’t wanna hear anything that clashes with their worldview. You know, kinda the same thing all of you have been accusing me of. Not that anybody hears it, look blame me all you want. NFW is saved that’s all I care about, but Trixie did a fuck ton to help and writing that off like it’s nothing is just ungrateful and stupid.”

Trixie furrows her brows. Young just shrugs and blows a smoke ring with her cigarette.

Trixie Decker: “Then she opened her fucking mouth. Look, I get it. I tend to tell jokes, I tend to try to be fun and lighthearted because we can’t all be chronically depressed edgelords screaming into the void about how life is unfair but we’re the best. I try to keep this shit fun. But this jackass was already planning her title defense after our match without even so much as mentioning me. Like I’m fucking paperwork she has to do.”

Trixie inhales, obviously annoyed.

Trixie Decker: “And honestly? I don’t give half a shit about winning now. I just wanna fucking hurt her. In the time I’ve been in this company, I’ve dealt with the worst fucking egos and an administration that obviously views me as enhancement talent and, frankly, I’m fucking done with it. Go back and look what I did against Serena, the state she fucking left that ring in. I did that. Meanwhile, Hayley - who is still getting treated with kid gloves - was making ten to thirty excuses before she even got to the ring where she was, unsurprisingly, forced to submit. But I tore Serena apart.”

Trixie steps towards the camera, sneering. Young actually laughs here, leaning back against the wall, taking another drag.

FM Young: “Because that’s what you and I do, Trix. We get results when we do and we don’t bullshit when we fail. I lost but I fucking took one of them with me. I fought, same as you and I got yanked around and drug into something I didn’t want to be part of, but we’ve talked about that you and me to the end of the earth already. They need to hear it but I already feel like I’m on repeat. Look, I’m let you talk, Trix. After you say your peace, can I have a moment?”

Trixie nods, with a smile as she lights her own cigarette and continues, with Effy off to the side of the frame.

Trixie Decker: “Am I saying Alexandra’s a pushover? Fuck no. She earned that title over and over. She’s a hard fighter. But so am I. And that’s the thing. All of you act like your shit doesn’t stink, like you’re some inevitable force. You’re so busy sucking yourself off you can’t even see the dangers around you. And let’s be real. As much shit as everyone gives Hayley, at least she’s honest about herself. She’s a self-centered egomaniac, but aren’t the rest of you, too? You laud your victories, but when it comes to your fuck–ups - like retaliating at another company and actually and making an already bad situation worse by attacking their people? Naw, none of you can be blamed for that. It’s Xander, but since he’s gone, blame me and Effy for shit we weren’t involved in, for a stable we signed up with long ago and were only brought into after the shit hit the fan so we could take all his blame.”

Trixie rolls her eyes as she heads towards the backdoor of the arena.

Trixie Decker: “And so we’re clear, Triocs is beyond fucking dead so stop beating the damn horse. At a certain point, everyone has to take responsibility for our own fuck ups. I trusted someone I called a friend. They vanished. That was mine. And I listened to a lot of people here who said I’d be given a fair shake. That was another mistake. But don’t worry.”

Trixie yanks the backdoor open, looking back at the camera.

Trixie Decker: “I’m more than happy to start giving a few breaks.”

Trixie enters the arena, the door slamming behind her.

FM pulls away from the wall and cracks her neck, stretching out her arms and shoulders leisurely, enjoying the rest of her cigarette in the relative dark.

FM Young: She’s absolutely right, but that’s this place. I like NFW. I know we all just worked really hard to save it, but like? I just wanna hurt people at this point. Trey’s over here making kitty jokes, like it’s the most original thing in the world. I know I’m just paperwork for him, it’s his time to be the big hero. So it goes with these things, but I’m just gonna do my absolute level damndest to make this match *miserable* for him. Why? Because I can. I’m with Trixie on this. I’ve been chill, but you all pushed me into a corner because you wanted a villain. Not realizing I’m fully good with that too.”

Another shrug from the big woman who seems unphased by the cold front in Chitown this evening.

FM Young: “TRICOS is dead, like Trix said, and the rest of you can pick up your panties and pity parties, and insults. Because I’m done with it. I’m gonna do what I want, say what I want, piss off who I want and if you kick my ass? Surprise, that’s still fun for me. Trey or no Trey, win or lose tonight, I’m just here. Doing what I want. I’m done playing the hero in a house full of villains with no clear plan that are all too busy climbing over each other. So I’m gonna go punch that Titan in the face til a tooth pops out or he gives up, either way I’m happy.

Effy stubs her cigarette out on the wall, flicking the burnt out filter off somewhere in the distance. She stands there for a moment, scrubs a hand through her hair and then follows Trixie inside, allowing for the whole scene to fade to black.
Trauma cuts to ringside where Casey Holliday is standing by. She’s got a microphone in her hands and she doesn’t appear to be in the greatest mood at the moment. She does hear some cheers from the audience and her composure for the most part is good. Once her music cuts out, she doesn’t waste any time expressing her thoughts.

Casey Holliday: So, needless to say that things have been quite eventful for me lately even though I was nowhere near that NFW-Zion war. Part of that is my fault, I admit that. But, the fact of the matter is I have been very frustrated as of late. I’ve been here for what? Nearly a year now? Sure, I’ve picked up a few victories here and there. I showed what I can do in the latter half of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament and all of that great stuff. So far, things on Trauma haven’t been THAT bad. At least I’m getting booked more often and at least in the two matches that I’ve had since being drafted here, I’ve won… with one of those two wins giving me a hell of a personal satisfaction for the time, but that’s neither here nor there.

Yet, there are STILL frustrations. BOTH times I’ve been booked on Trauma, it’s as part of the opening match. Prior to that, my match against the Ringmaster was on the pre-show. I’m not saying I should be front and center of NFW, I’m not saying I should get all the title shots, I’m not saying I should get all of the main events. What I am saying is that I should at least be given a CHANCE to get there and aside from that tournament? I don’t feel like I have been given that chance. I’m not going to get to where I want to go in this company by opening the show against Captain Cosmo every time I’m actually booked for a match. So, that’s why I decided to take an initiative and call out Coda for a match… and THAT has been VERY frustrating because she didn’t respond the first time I said anything about it… and after the second time, it was nothing but a dismissal as if I’m some kind of joke around here. Or at least that’s how I took it.

The way I am seeing it… it’s almost as if she doesn’t think I am WORTHY of facing her… and I hate to say this, but this just might be a microcosm of how most people on the roster feel about me. I don’t WANT to feel that way but with the lack of overall success… hell the lack of overall opportunity in general, how, other than frustrated, am I supposed to feel? How the hell can I work my way up the ladder if wrestlers like Coda are dismissing my challenges? Like I’ve said before… all I need is ONE chance and…

The venue's lights blink dark as the familiar sharp, distorted wail signals the beginning of Shyloom featuring FJØRA's anthem. This wills those in their seats to stand in anticipation. Once on a vertical base, the fans make their presence felt with cheers and hollers. All of them look towards the feminine silhouette with a microphone in hand illuminated by a spotlight at the stage's entrance while an abundance of dark blue dyed mist collects at its feet. As Coda steps out of the shadows, she peers over tonight's dark blue ninja-aesthetic face mask that conceals her nose and mouth while she stands at the stage with her 33-inch kanabō war club raised in her right hand for all to see with her head tilted back. The audience erupts in audible approval, her dark blue with white accents thigh-length trench coat matching the style of the rest of her attire.

The Pint-Sized Kaiju drags her weapon of folklore through the aisle blanketed in colored smoke until she slings the iron-studded tapered staff over her shoulder. Coda grips the microphone tightly as she steps onto the apron and climbs the turnbuckle. "Fight Forever" continues to blare through the arena when she stands atop the corner with her kanabō casually resting over her shoulder while her mask continues to hide her expression aside from her unsettling gaze. The NFW crowd hit the Korean American with a boisterous round of applause before she pops into the ring and stands at the center of the canvas. Properly pulling down her mask so it's around her neck, Coda raises the microphone to her lips with the weapon still slung over her shoulder.

Coda: You called. I answered.

The matter-a-fact phrase is uttered with the utmost confidence. Coda’s one inch taller than Casey, but with her nose slightly raised, she looks down on her contemporary, if only slightly.

Coda: Allow me to be clear. You have a right to be frustrated. You have been mistreated far too often for a competitor of your notable skillset.

Casey has a bit of a smirk on her face liking the fact that some of her grievances have been acknowledged.

Coda: You already mentioned defeating The Ringmaster in the Wrestle War XVIII Night One event, one of the clowns who kidnapped Kai Morgan at the end of INVASION. You dispatched of Captain Cosmo and Ryleigh Ruin since, too. Yet, still, you remain attached to the very idea that a singular bout against me will raise your NFW career to higher heights.

Coda tilts her head, as if trying to study Casey’s expression closely with piercing jet black eyes.
Casey suddenly narrows her eyes, appearing to express some sort of skepticism.

Casey Holliday: Attached? More like it’s ME knowing my worth and knowing that I deserve some better competition around here. Why wouldn’t someone of your caliber, someone that recently challenged for the United States Championship, be ‘out of my league’? No, it’s not! I KNOW I have what it takes to be a champion here if ONLY I had a REAL opportunity to get to where I want to be and for the most part, I haven’t had that and you know that, Coda!

Then, the Korean American’s mouth turns down into a frown as she takes a little step towards the ropes behind her. Her eyes grow soft as she tries to speak with honesty.

Coda: You did not wish to temper your steel against my blaze for the sport of it all, but instead as if I would allow you to make a name for yourself at my expense. You must understand why I was weary.

Casey Holliday: That’s how you’re going to characterize that? How about the fact that you, like me, have been around here for a while and aside from an opportunity here and an opportunity there, you haven’t had TOO much of a chance to shine yourself? What I’M weary about is the fact that you pride yourself on taking on all comers, yet you seem to just view me as someone that ‘isn’t worthy’...

Coda pauses as she thinks, looking down and then towards the crowd during the brief intermission. Then, back at Casey.

Coda: You… are correct. I have not been afforded many opportunities in NFW thus far.

She pauses again, her voice an octave lower with seriousness.

Coda: I will give you the chance you seek, the chance to prove you can shine. How about you prove yourself? I challenge you to face two hand picked opponents of mine at both Trauma 62 and 63. Complete both tasks and win both matches, and March Mayhem III will be our battlefield.

Casey Holliday: Fine! If that’s the way it’s got to be, then so be it. I’ve never been one to back down from anything and this? Not a chance in hell. I’ll see you at March Mayhem… and THAT is a promise…

Casey drops the microphone at this point having said all that she’s needed to say at this moment. Coda leaves the ring as Casey’s music plays, looking happy Casey made that choice. Casey is left to think about things for a bit before the preparation starts for the next match following her own departure.
Ayu Megumi: Don't worry about me, Usagi, I'm fine with just a little bit of attack from someone. But this is just fine, I'm a bit sad but I know what I have to do next. Okay baby, I love you too. Let's talk again soon!

Dakota Winters stood in front of Ayu Megumi's Locker Room and heard her talking on the phone with someone in her room. Dakota waits until Ayu's phone calls disappear and when Dakota, sure Ayu is done talking, starts knocking on the door, revealing Ayu Megumi, who has changed from her ring gear to casual.

Dakota Winters: Sorry to bother you again, Ayu, but how did you feel after the match with Captain Cosmo?

Ayu Megumi: He's a great wrestler, I've seen him face to face with my sister. And today I am honored to face him. I have no doubts why my sister praises him. Captain Cosmo is such a great wrestler. And he gave me the best match. He led me to my limit. Another match that will remain in my memory. I am delighted to work with a professional like him. He's quite an amazing person. I wish him success someday. And thank you for giving me this amazing match. It will be in my memory for a long time. If asked who is more deserving of the honor, my answer is Captain Cosmo. Out of all that he did, he deserved better. He made everyone here see that he was a good wrestler. And I'm really glad I had the opportunity to face him today. If in the future I have the opportunity to work with him again I will be very honored whether as a tag team partner. or opponent For me he has given me a lot in this match. He will be the one who strengthens me on the path of being a wrestler here. I gained experience from this match when I was just starting my path and it was good. I hope to see him achieve more in the future, I wish him good luck with everything he does. No matter what, he and I will be good friends, no matter what, our friendship will last forever. I believe he will be a great wrestler in the future. This great wrestler should not be overlooked. He deserves more honor and if given the opportunity I would like to work with him again in any capacity.

Dakota Winters: And you and Nova Joaquin? Things between you guys seem to be getting more and more intense. How do you feel about being hit by Nova again after the match? Can you say what's on your mind right now? And how do you feel about all that happened to you?

Ayu Megumi: I'm disappointed and I'm in quite a bit of pain, I feel bad physically and mentally. I don't know what I did to make you mad at me. Just that I won a match facing her? I tried to be friendly with her but this is what I got? Okay, I understand that you're angry, but why is it that I have to be hurt? Does every time I try to be nice to everyone have to end like this? You hurt me, but you know what, you can't ruin my career. No matter how hard you try to destroy me I know Cher is angry that you lost to me Nova, but I have the right to be angry that you hurt me too. You know we can be friends if you don't hurt me. But it's too late and there's nothing you can go back and fix. You are responsible for what you did to me. You didn't know that Megumi never gave up, but you'll know for sure Nova. I think you're a good opponent and I'd probably be more than happy to face you if you didn't. has hurt me But I'm not so mad at you for wanting to destroy you, I just want to know why you hurt me. Maybe you're lucky that I'm too kind. But you know what, Nova, you made a mistake. You think I'll let you vent your anger on me alone? You messed with the wrong girl. I'm Ayu Megumi and I'm Megumi with the richest, even you can't stop me. Nova, you are responsible for what you do to me. You will regret doing that to me. Will you be friends with me after this? You probably won't get a chance from me for the last time. I'm not mean. But I just don't want to be friends with people who try to hurt me. no matter what your intention is but it happened And you still choose to hurt me There will be no more warnings. It's time for revenge!

Dakota Winters: Thank you for today's interview! This is your The Amazing Girl! Ayu Megumi![/color]

Ayu Megumi nodded lightly with a smile on her face before leaving, leaving Dakota Winters to watch her as she walked out from the camera.

Screen fade to black

FM Young vs. Atlas

The two competitors step out to meet each other and FM comes out with a bicycle kick. Atlas absorbs it and just stands there. FM goe for the Man-Machine Interface and Atlas catches her, scooping her up for a spinning belly to back suplex. He holds for the cover.

FM kicks out.

FM rolls away and Atlas starts to move in to grab her but pauses as FM quickly gets to the ropes. She pulls herself up and hits a bicycle kick, followed by a roundhouse kick to the head. She then follows with a Man-Machine Interface that hits square on this time. Atlas is rocked but remains standing. FM hits a second Man-Machine Interface and Atlas falls to one knee. FM jumps into a flying knee strike that finally puts Atlas down on his back. FM covers.

Atls kicks out.

FM jumps up into a stomp and then gets to the corner. She hits the Negasonic Warhead and holds for the cover.

Atlas kicks out.

FM backs off and waits as Atlas slowly gets to his feet, rising like a mythological beast out of the fog of imagination. FM hits another flying knee and then goes into the Superchick. She floats into the cover.

Atlas kicks out.

As they rise again, Atlas grabs FM and military presses her above his head. He walks out, dropping her where he used to stand. FM crashes to the mat face first. Atlas bounces off the ropes and jumps into a big elbow drop. He rolls FM over and covers.

FM kicks out.

Atlas gets to his feet and salps his leg, signaling a big kick is coming. FM gets to her feet and Atlas hits her with the Bane. FM goes down and Atlas covers.

FM kicks out.

FM rolls him over into a cradle.

Atlas kicks out.

FM goes for a backslide but Atlas overpowers her into one of his own.

FM kicks out.

Atls gets to his feet and slaps his leg again. FM rises and as Atlas runs in, FM moves closer to cut him off and uses his own momentum to help hit the Stand Alone Complex. Atlas hits hard and FM covers.

Atlas kicks out.

FM gets to her feet, waits for him to get up and then jumps into a crossbody. Atlas catches her, and then puts her up for Atlas’s Might.

FM kicks out.

She rolls him over into a cradle again.

Atlas kicks out.

The two rise and Atlas hits Titan’s Wrath. He covers.

The scene opens backstage. Donovan Cunningham is standing beside the NFW Genesis Champion, Alexandra Caldwell. The champ hands her counsel her championship belt. Resting her hands on her hips she stares into the camera.

Alexandra Caldwell: “Trixie, real talk, how long you been here boo?”

Alexandra pauses to allow the audience to ponder the question she asked Trixie.

Alexandra Caldwell: “May 6th, 2021 is when you signed a contract with NFW, ten months give or take. For ten months you have been pretty unremarkable to be fair. Given several opportunities along the way. Came up short. Not tryna be a bitch but come on boo, who we kidding. You exist. That’s it. Most people would take that as an insult, really, that’s ok. The law of averages dictate not EVERYONE can be a megastar like yours truly. Check MY resume. Been here since July last year. Went undefeated on Collision, drafted to Trauma, been undefeated here too. The best NFW had to throw at me like Katie Anderson and Faye couldn’t solve this puzzle. Do you blame me for being confident?”

Alexandra shrugs. Donovan shakes his head.

Alexandra Caldwell: “Here’s a word of advice. If you wanna stop being treated like an enhancement obstacle --your words not mine-- by the people here in NFW, how about... I don’t know... accomplish something of note. The only thing of note you’ve done around here boo is be one of Risa’s playthings and align with a dead brand in TRIOCS for reasons. Oh, and don’t ask your newest tag partner about checking out her breast on Twitter. Got no problem with you getting your freak on. Perception sometimes is reality. Do the math boo, when you do nothing of any real note, act like a horny teenager and are largely unforgettable, of course no one around here is gonna fear the name Trixie Decker.”

Alexandra chuckles. She sighs.

Alexandra Caldwell: “Don’t take this to mean I am underestimating you. I underestimate no one. Just feels like I have to dumb this down, yo emotional ass can’t handle a strong, confident, dynamic, once and a lifetime woman. Breath and listen to me boo... if you were the Undisputed Champion or the United States Champion or the Lord, I would treat you the same good damn way. I would believe in myself with the same passion I do right now. In my eyes, anyone who stands across the ring from me is gonna get that ass handed to them. Why? Because I am DAT GIRL. From day one I’ve been DAT GIRL. Until the day I die I will be DAT GIRL. Nothing personal boo, anyone standing across the ring from me is just someone else I am going to conquer. In short, I don’t see you as the one to end my reign. The main event is my home, you just a visitor. I’m kicking you out. Bye Felicia. ”

Alexadra waves goodbye to the camera. Donovan holds one finger up to get our attention.

Donovan Cunningham: “All. Hail. Alexandra.”

Alexandra Caldwell blows a kiss into the camera as the scene fades to black.
Finally the camera shifts into the backstage to find the Kingdom all together again walking behind Jasmine and Mary. As they rounded a corner they found what they had been looking for. The hallway lined in burning candles.

The Children of Nephilim.

Jasmine glanced behind her at the group and when she noticed the big man wasn’t with them her cold eyes fell on River.

Jasmine Matthews: Find Tren for me would you?

River Chance: Very well

Miranda Augustino: This is it…

Seth Ernst: And remember, you don’t find them…unless they want you to…

The group approaches through the candles and to the door of the locker room that stood open. Inside was an empty room with a chair sitting in the extreme center of it. Seated in the chair was Lucifer himself, and unlike lately when speaking or dealing with Kate it was clear from the posture and body language….this wasn’t Anton Crowley anymore.

Lord Lucifer: Welcome....Kingdom.

The group froze and looked around the room trying to find some sign of the back up that Lucifer always traveled with but found nothing. Just the man himself seated on his throne with his hands folded over his lap.

Jasmine Matthews: You had to know this was coming Anton. You cannot make this kind of a deal and expect no one to stand up.

Miranda Augustino: They are here for the Children!

Seth Ernst: This just isn’t smart…

Lord Lucifer: You know better Mrs. Matthews.

Morgan Payne: You mouthy as fuck for someone all alone with us.

Lucifer shifts his eyes from Jasmine to Morgan and raises a single brow.

Lord Lucifer: Whatever made you think I was alone?

Miranda Augustino: Oh god…

Seth Ernst: Here we go…

Lucifer raised his hand and before any of them could so much as flinch he snapped and the lights snapped out with an audible pop. The group could be heard suddenly grunting as a scuffle could be heard. When the lights popped back on dozens of figures could be seen in the room. Dozens of black robed men and women in the black masks. The Harbinger sat on the arm of Lucifer's throne, the hulking Abaddon stood on the other side with the painted Amsodeus standing behind it with a smirk. The Twins stood on each side of the front of the throne with Sariel, who stood behind and to the side of one of the two Twins. Lastly there seemed to be an additional figure dressed in all white with a beautiful ornate white mask over her face with blonde hair spilling out from the sides.

The Kingdom was on the ground, held down by both arms by the black robed Demons.

All except Jasmine, who stood looking around at her family with a confused and apprehension look on her face. Lucifer made tisking noises through his closed lips as he pushed himself up from the throne, his coat falling around his legs. He looked briefly at the demons holding Mary.

Lord Lucifer: Careful with her. The life within is precious.

He then looked at Jasmine.

Lord Lucifer: Asmodeus thought you might be a problem and she even tried to warn you. Old Allegiances, old friendships.

Asmodeus: We tried to save you from yourself Queen, but you would not listen to Our wise words.

Lord Lucifer: This?

Lucifer motions around them to the group struggling on the ground.

Lord Lucifer: Is unacceptable. A message…must be delivered to the masses that this type of behavior will not be tolerated. No more heroes.

Lucifer spoke as he paced back and forth in front of Jasmine. As he walked past a third time he nodded his head and it came without warning from his right. Sariel launched herself into the air, landed on the arm of the throne, pushed off as soon as she touched it and spun in midair ending in a roundhouse kick that took Jasmine in the face at full force sending her crashing to the floor.

Lilith: NO! STOP!

Morgan Payne: YINZ GET YA FUCKIN HANDS OFFA HER!

Mary Matthews: HEY!

The girls all struggled harder but Lucifer all but ignored them. Jasmine shook her head on the ground, blood leaking from her lip and groaned, pushing herself to her knees only for a mammoth hand to close around her hair and she looked up to find herself in the grip of the amazon Josie Bridel, Abaddon.

Lord Lucifer: [color=#f3f3f3}Your career? It’s over Mrs. Matthews. Your mangled body will be a message to the world.[/font]

The Kingdom began to protest and scream as Abaddon brought a hand back but someone cleared their throat from the back of the room and all eyes turned to the blonde haired woman in the beautiful white mask.

Lord Lucifer: You wish to speak Sathariel?

Sathariel: “Perhaps, in this case, with the present climate considered it would be wiser…to spare her Sire. A better message perhaps, that Lord Lucifer can show….mercy.”

Lucifer considered this for a moment then ultimately nodded.

Lord Lucifer: So be it. A message still needs to be sent, but mercy shall be shown. Abaddon? The arm.

The groups all screamed in protest as Jasmine, struggling all the while, was dragged across the floor by the hair by the amazon woman. When she got Jasmine to the door Sariel came forward again and took Jasmine by the wrist stretching her arm out beyond the opened doorway. Abaddon without so much as a word took the door in her other hand and slammed it closed again and again on Jasmine’s armpit, with each time a loud crack echoing and Jasmine screaming in agony.

Christina: WHAT THE FUCK!

Morgan Payne: BABE, NO!

Mary Matthews: JASMINE!

The tiny blonde Lilith let out an ear piercing shriek of pain and threw her head back catching one of the demons in the mask shattering the ceramic. Once she was free she scrambled to her feet like a spider monkey and the eyes of Arianrhod fell on Lucifer.

Lilith looked almost bestial as she threw herself at Lucifer only to be caught by the arms again, this tme by the Twins who struggled to get the girl back, but managed it between the two of them.

As they did however another voice broke the silence as River was revealed in the doorway staring at Jasmine rolling around on the floor screaming in pain. River didn’t even speak a word, she went straight for the demons that surrounded Jasmine throwing one so hard into the wall it cracked and dropped a second with a right hand only for a figure to hit her in mid stride.

Abaddon and River collided like two bull elephants with River getting the better of the exchange of power before the demons swarmed her to get her under control.

Once everyone was back under control Lucifer smoothed out his suit and looked down at the crying woman lying on the floor.

Lord Lucifer: This is on you. I won’t be so lenient next time.

The lights above flickered for a moment and just that quickly all the girls found themselves free. Everyone crawled over to Jasmine except Arianrhod who stood perfectly still staring at the door panting to herself.

The shot shifts back to the ringside area.

Trixie Decker vs. Alexandra Caldwell

The bell rang and the two step to the center of the ring. Trixie’s looking to lock up while Alexandra just struts up, smirking condescendingly. Caldwell motions up and down, gesturing over her opponent and shaking her head. She then motions to herself, still talking trash while she flexes her arms up. Annoyed, Trixie just slaps the taste right out of the Genesis Champion’s mouth which takes the smirk off too. Alexandra palms Trixie’s face and just shoves her back a few steps, daring her to do something like that again. Trixie shoves Alexandra back and tells her to just bring that ass. Alexandra sees the fire in her challenger and the two lunge in, locking up. They struggle a bit before Alexandra just shoves Trixie back, ass over tea kettle across the mat with her power. Trixie rolls up to her feet, looking right at Alexandra who flexes her arms again. Trixie moves in again and the two circle up. Alexandra goes for a lockup but Trixie slips behind her for a waistlock and tries for a German Suplex. However, Alexandra widens and braces her feet to stay grounded and slips her thumbs under Trixie’s wrists, breaking the hold. She thrusts her hips back to get Trixie off of her then spins around and pops her with a forearm. Trixie rebounds off of the ropes right into an Overhead Belly to Belly Suplex. As soon as Trixie hits the mat, Alexandra springs from her back onto her hands and feet and steps in to catch Decker in a waistlock to hit a German Suplex with a bridge.


Trixie kicks out and rolls away from Alexandra, but the champion gets to her feet and comes right at her again, taunting her about whether or not she’s on her level. She pulls Trixie up and pins her back against the ropes, with a handful of hair. The referee immediately starts warning her about the hair and starts counting to five. She gets to three before Alexandra just lifts a hand up and frying pans Trixie across the chest and lets her hair go. She whips Trixie off the ropes and catches her with Dropkick on the rebound, coming down onto the fallen woman in an almost graceful cover.


But Trixie kicks out again! Alexandra sits up on her knees and shakes her head in disbelief, seemingly at the audacity Trixie seems to have. She picks Decker up and hoists her onto her shoulder, going for a Rolling Cutter but Trixie scouts it and slips off behind her, countering with a big Backstabber! Trixie staggers to her feet, shaking the stars out and hits the ropes as Alexandra stumbles forward. She comes back with a big Dropkick of her own, sending the champion out through the ropes and to the floor. Trixie runs off the ropes again, looking for something big but Caldwell’s manager Donovan Cunningham quickly steps in the way, spreading his arms out to stop Trixie’s approach. The referee steps up and leans through the top and middle ropes, telling Cunningham to stay out of the match. Trixie, looking absolutely pissed off, runs off the ropes again and comes diving over the top rope - and subsequently the referee - with a Tope Con Hilo, bringing her down onto Alexandra AND Donovan! The referee immediately slides out to make sure Donovan is okay while Trixie and Alexandra proceed to brawl around the ring. Trixie throws a few forearms and chops. Alexandra catches her with a throat jab then goes for a punch but Trixie jukes and Alexandra punches the ringpost! Caldwell grabs her fist, cursing out and flexing her hand to make sure nothing broke. She looks up just in time to see Trixie coming in for a Superkick but she sidesteps and Trixie’s boot drives into the ringpost with a dull smack, sending the smaller woman back from the ricochet and staggering into the timekeeper’s table. The referee is still checking on Donovan when Alexandra grabs a steel chair from ringside and comes at Trixie with it but as she starts swinging, Trixie goes for another Superkick and SMACK goes the chair into Alexandra’s face! Trixie grabs the champion and throws her into the ring, shrugging like “fuck it!” She climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and gives a little shake for the crowd - just a little bit - before coming off with a corkscrew, diving cartwheel splash. She hooks the leg just as the referee slides back into the ring.


Alexandra throws her shoulder up and shoves Trixie off of her! Alexandra sits up, holding her ribs and checks her face to make sure being force fed that chair didn’t bust her nose. As she sits up, however, Trixie gets to her feet and stiffs her in the back with a brutal kick to the spine. Alexandra tenses up and Trixie kicks her again…and again…and again. Trixie steps around to kick Alexandra in the front but Caldwell catches her leg, starting to fume as she gets up to her feet. Caldwell yanks Trixie in by the leg, going for a step in Lariat but Trixie catches her arm and takes her down into a Cross Armbar! Alexandra manages to power out of it, rolling over onto Decker, only for Trixie to switch into a Triangle Hold but Caldwell sets her feet and lifts her up into a powerbomb hold. Trixie realizes she’s in trouble now but as Caldwell goes for the follow through, she manages to twist through the air and comes down, catching Alexandra with a Stunner! Alexandra sways. Trixie pops up and jumps back with a Pele Kick right to the head! She comes back up and hits the ropes, bounding over the dazed Alexandra with the Jinx Jrop (Leg Trap Sunset Powerbomb)!!!!!


The referee is stopped as Donovan Cunninghan yeets a blackjack into the ring. The official catches it and goes over to grab the thing as Trixie gets up off of Alexandra, also looking to see what the hell he threw in. This is when Donovan slips something to Alexandra from his suit jacket. The referee comes back over with the blackjack and shows it to Donovan. The two start arguing as Alexandra crawls away and Trixie stands beside the referee, chiding Cunningham. The referee ushers her back then turns to Donovan again and gives the signal. He’s thrown from ringside!! Donovan feigns shock and appall as he continues to hold the referee’s attention as Alexandra slides BRASS KNUCKLES onto her hand! She stands up and whips Decker around, clocking her right in the jaw! As soon as she throws them out of the ring, Donovan feigns conceding and proceeds to storm back towards the stage. As the referee turns around, Alexandra has Trixie up on her shoulder, setting her up where she delivers The Diamond Driver (Belly to Belly Piledriver/Greetings From Asbury Park)!


Thea Crawford: Here is your winner and STILL NFW Genesis Champion…Dat Girl…ALEXANDRA…CALDWELL!!

Seth Ernst: What a dirty end to a fine match!

Miranda Augustino: SMDH, man.

Seth Ernst: Do what, now?

Miranda Augustino: SMDH. Shaking My Damn Head.

Seth Ernst: Why don’t you just– Nevermind.

Donovan Cunningham immediately rushes back to the ring while Alexandra begins to celebrate her victory. Trixie rolls out of the ring, rocked from the double onslaught at the end there. As “I Am The Fire” by Halestorm plays, there’s a commotion from the crowd that Donovan notices first and he soon directs Alexandra’s attention to the stage where Lana Corvin comes walking out from the tunnel. She seems to be applauding, condescendingly at best. Alexandra raises the title over her head as a gloat to Lana. The challenger for March Mayhem makes an “oooooh” face and shakes her hands, feigning terror before motioning to her waist that the belt’s going there in three weeks. Alexandra motions for her to bring that ass down to the ring right now and Lana shrugs, beginning to march right down. She gets all the way to the apron, climbing up onto it…before shaking her head and laughing. She drops back down to the floor and backs away from the ring, still slinging shade back and forth with Alexandra.

Seth Ernst: Ohhh, playing some mind games with the champ! Classic Corvin strategy!

Miranda Augustino: Can’t wait to see these chicas square up at March Mayhem in three weeks! That’s all we got for tonight, y’all! Seth Ernst and Miranda Augustino signing off!