NFW Trauma #66! 04/16/2022!

Ayu Megumi was preparing for the next match, she warmed up with a smile on her face. Her match tonight was another important match for her. Since she flew from Japan. This was once again for her to get a chance. As Ayu finished her preparations, she walked out of her locker room to prepare for her next upcoming match, but she was met with Dakota Winters waiting for her.

Dakota Winters: Ayu Megumi welcomes again! How ready are you today for the upcoming match? And of course, last week, what were your thoughts on the draw that happened in the match between you and Ibbie?

Ayu lowered her head slightly to think of how she would answer before she looked up again with a smile. She let out a slight sigh before she began to speak.

Ayu Megumi: Last week the draw wasn't what I wanted and I don't think it will happen. I deserved to lose. Ibbie is the one who deserves to be the winner so I should be honored for Ibbie's ability. She did better than me. I could feel the fans' love for Ibbie. And I know the draw wasn't what she wanted either, now my stats continue because last week it ended in a draw. I want to do better than last week. Of course, I'm not satisfied with my performance last week. I got the bell before I lost to Ibbie. I'm angry that last week I made a lot of mistakes but thanks to the fans who supported me. I love all of you so much, thank you for cheering me up on my days when I wasn't good enough. I'm going to be bigger and stronger than last week. I'm definitely excited this week. I want to do better than last week. I want to be the winner of this match. I will do my best because I don't want to let the opportunity in front of me slip away without me doing anything. I want to get a chance from this match, I know I have to face three opponents. The girl I've won girl i can't win And a woman I've never met before But I will not underestimate anyone in this match. I will do my best and walk out with victory. I don't want anyone else to be disappointed, not even myself. I'm sorry I wasn't very satisfied last week but tonight I'll do my best and I promise I won't disappoint anyone again. This was the first opportunity I got from here. It's never too soon for me. For me, I think that only those who are ready will be given this opportunity. And the only one who is most ready will walk out of this match with victory and I quite expect that I will become the winner of this match. This is the victory that I want. So I can't go wrong again.

Dakota Winters: Is there anything you would say about your opponent before the match starts?

Ayu Megumi: Nova I know I've beaten you before but I know how different the situation is now for me. I don't hate you as much as before March Mayhem started but I know you want to take revenge on me and walk out of the match with a win too. But you know that even defeating me ain't easy And it used to end the way you didn't want. And this may again be a disappointment if you haven't changed anything since the last time we met. You'll still be disappointed in Nova. If you want to be better than everyone else in this match, all you have to do is do your best on the ring. Not just saying one thing because that can't help you. Ibbie. Last week I counted you the winner because I didn't deserve anything. You're pinned but it's timed out for me. I didn't deserve anything from that match so I wanted it to be your victory. But this match I will go out with my victory. I will do better than last week and I will not make as many mistakes as last week I did hope this match will turn out to be a good match again for all of us in this match. I like you, Ibbie, but this match I'm definitely not going to give up on you. Jessi We've never met before but I hope I can be your good friend. Sorry for what happened to you, I know how hard it is to face it. But I know you will be able to do well in this match and anything can happen it will be the turning point that will make you win this match. Hope you feel better soon. And I'm honored to face you, however I am still nervous to face you in the ring today. I know how good you are but I will try to do better than you. I want to become a winner Since there can only be one winner in this match I wish it was me.

Ayu Megumi finished speaking and she smiled at Dakota and walked out with a smile.

Scene fade to black.

=Genesis Title Shot Opportunity=

Ibbie vs. Jessi Ozborne vs. Ayu Megumi vs. Nova Juaquin

The bell sounds and as it does, Ibbie looks around the ring at each of her competitors and she smiles as she extends a hand and walks over to Ayu.

Ibbie: Hi, I’m Ibbie!

Ayu shakes her hand and bows as an act of respect as Ibbie heads over to Jessi next with her hand outstretched. Jessi takes it, but she seems a little annoyed by this.

Ibbie: Hi, I’m Ibbie!

The two shake hands before Ibbie heads over to Nova, hand outstretched again towards the woman. Nova just looks at Ibbie, very annoyed at this as Loree hops up onto the apron and tells Ibbie it’s time to focus on the match. Ibbie playfully frowns as she lowers her hand and heads back to her corner. As the match finally gets underway, Ayu and Nova go right after each other, renewing their hostilities as Jessi and Ibbie lock up in the center of the ring. Jessi is quick to go behind on Ibbie into a waistlock, but Ibbie manages to counter out of it and into a side headlock. Jessi backs into the ropes and pushes Ibbie off and as Ibbie rebounds off the ropes, Jessi nails her with a standing dropkick. Jessi picks Ibbie up and pauses for a moment and this slight pause gives Ibbie the opening she needs to deliver a reverse DDT on Jessi before she locks in a Boston Crab. As Ibbie sits back on the submission, Nova comes charging in and delivers a sliding clothesline to Ibbie that breaks up the hold.

Nova rolls Ibbie out of the way as she turns Jessi over and goes for a cover, but only gets a two count. Nova picks Jessi up and sends her into the corner. Nova charges in and delivers a running knee strike before tripping out the legs of Jessi and rolling back before she charges back in and delivers a bronco buster. She pulls Jessi out and once again goes for a cover, but Ayu dives in and makes the save. Ayu picks Nova up and sends her into the corner now. Ayu charges in and delivers a running forearm before she just starts to deliver rapid fire chops to the chest of Nova. Ayu pulls Nova out of the corner and delivers an overhead belly to belly suplex before she climbs to the top rope and delivers a senton splash on Nova before going for a cover and Ibbie dives in to make the save.

Ibbie picks Ayu up and sends her into the ropes, but Ayu holds on as Ibbie charges in and takes Ayu over the ropes and out to the floor. Nova is out on the apron as Ibbie hits the ropes and takes Nova out to the floor with a Running Hug! As she gets back up to her feet though, Jessi is on the top rope and she delivers a moonsault onto Ibbie out on the floor. Jessi picks Ibbie up and rolls her into the ring before she delivers a lionsault on Ibbie and goes for a cover, but Ibbie kicks out at two. Nova slides back into the ring and picks Jessi up and delivers a brainbuster that causes Jessi to land right on the top of her head and as she gets to her feet, Ibbie is there to deliver a spider suplex before climbing to the top rope and delivering a diving leg drop to Nova. Ayu comes in now and she goes for discus lariat on Ibbie, but she’s able to duck under it before delivering an atomic drop and laughs as Ayu holds onto her tailbone. As Ibbie is laughing though, Jessi grabs her and rolls her up, and as this is happening, Ayu avoids a spear from Nova and delivers Starstorm on Nova as Ibbie rolls the small package through to have Jessi pinned and Ayu goes for the pin at the same time as the ref counts to three and both Ibbie and Ayu begin to celebrate thinking they’ve won, not knowing what has happened. The ref goes over to the ropes and tells Thea the result.

Thea Crawford: The winners of this match, Ibbie and Ayu Megumi!

Ibbie and Ayu both look a little confused as their hands are raised by the ref before Ayu shrugs her shoulders and Ibbie begins to celebrate.

The scene cuts backstage as Ibbie is seen running. Ibbie has a t-shirt over her wrestling gear showing her on the front and "Hi, I'm Ibbie!" lettered over her. She runs past the camera and the back of her shirt is visible revealing what appears to be a close-up of her butt and lettering above it reads "Podunky Dunk." She runs into a stage hand almost literally and the camera catches up to her.

Ibbie: Hi, I'm Ibbie! Have you seen Loree Merope? I'm not able to find her, but I'm also still Ibbie!

The stage hand shakes his head and Ibbie moves on to the next person in the backstage area.

Ibbie: Hi, I'm Ibbie! I'm looking for Loree Merope, but also I'm still Ibbie! Have you seen her?

She gets another head shake. Finally, she finds Loree who is walking in the distance with her phone to her ear. Ibbie runs up to her yelling for her she approaches. The camera follows again.

Ibbie: HI, I'M IBBIE!!! WHAT A GREAT MATCH TONIGHT, LOREE!!!

Loree holds up a finger to let Ibbie know to wait.

Ibbie: Loree, I'm sorry and I'm also still Ibbie, but I just HAD to talk to you because I'd like to get your input on my match tonight!!!

Loree looks frustrated with her client and puts the one she's talking to on hold.

Loree Merope: Ibbie, dear, please let me finish my call. I need to get business--

Ibbie: Loree, I wanted to talk to you about--

Loree interrupts while nodding and holding up her hand to Ibbie.

Loree Merope: My dear, I don't have time right now. You know how I am when it comes to business and you interrupting me. Now, please let me alone for a few moments and we will talk later.

Loree walks off and Ibbie's eyes look to be filling with tears. The camera closes in on her face and then she suddenly says something out loud to herself.

Ibbie: Oh, I almost forgot!

The camera zooms out showing Ibbie taking out a piece of paper and a crayon and writing on it while reading her own writing aloud.

Ibbie: Hello, I'm sorry to bother you and we've never talked, but I wanted to let you know I have a crush on you. It took me long to realize it because I didn't know what a crush even meant until last week. I wanted to compliment you on the things I like about you. You're strong, you're commanding, you have all types of leadership qualities, you make people better who trust in you, you are wise enough to help those get the matches they need in their careers. Most of all, you are cute! I'd like to express my ongoing feelings of crushing on you by talking to you in person, but I can't talk to you in person without blushing. Nonetheless, I hope you start to notice me more as others have started and maybe you like me back. Anyway, you probably don't know who it is that is writing this to you because it's a secret. I hope you enjoy your day and hope you like me back. I'm crushing on you, I'm your secret admirer, and I'm also still Ibbie. Sincerely and with much hope, Your secret admirer.

Ibbie folds the paper over and puts a heart shaped sticker to keep it closed. She puts the crayon and message away with a huge grin and proceeds to skip down the hall while singing.

Ibbie: ♫Hey, I just met you... And this is cra-zy! But here's my number... So call me, maybe! Iiiit's hard to look right.. At you, baaaa-by! But here's my number... So call me, maybe! Hey, I just met you... And this is cra-zy! But here's my number... So call me, maybe! And all the o-ther boys... Try to chaaaaase me! But here's my number... So call me, maybe!♫

The scene fades out.

Lluvia Cane vs. Marco Valintine

Marco grins as he walks around, nodding to himself both at what’s standing before him and the reception he’s getting from the assembled masses. Lluvia turns to meet him at every move. The two lock-up and Marco quickly overpowers her and takes lluvia to the corner. Lluvia slides out and goes between his legs before popping up into a dropkick from behind. Marco Is caught unaware and driven chest first into the turnbuckles. He bounces back and Lluvia rolls him up.


Marco almost dances up to his feet and snaps off a wicked-looking spinkick. Lluvia goes down and Marco goes into a standing twisting shooting star press.


Lluvia gets in behind Marco and gets the Empress of Thunder. Lluvia goes to put on the Torch of Blame but Marco picks her up and powerbombs her down to stay out of the hold. He goes up to the top and jumps off for a twisting enton bomb. After impact, he jumps back on top for the cover.


Marco pulls Lluvia up and looks for a ddt but Lluvia reverses it and drops him with a death drop variation. She goes up top and comes off the top with Truth and Grief. Marco moves and Lluvia crashes to the mat. Marco jumps into a side cradle on her.


Lluvia reverses the cradle.


As they start to get up, Marco catches Lluvia in a backslide.

Shrouded in darkness, wisps of smoke swirling around her, a single light shines from above. Emerging from the darkness and into that light is the Lady Terminator, Ursula Von Rossbach. We find her garbed in her traditional leather attire, head lowered and eyes closed. Her muscular frame cuts an imposing figure only further enhanced by the under-lighting.

UVR: Intellectual Genius.

Her eyes open and slowly her head lifts, her nearly unblinking gaze meeting the camera.

UVR: Tonight, Mr. Dixon, your self-imposed title will be strongly tested.

Ursula adjusts her gloves, flexing her fingers against the tightening of the leather with but a modest tug upon them.

UVR: I do not doubt that you have appraised my strength, speed, and tactical capabilities or that you have watched tape upon tape researching me in preparation for this battle. You have come prepared to play chess with a fellow player. The only question is, have you truly taken into account my mental capabilities as well?

Her head tilts slightly back and to her right.

UVR: Many intelligent tacticians such as yourself have made this gross oversight, assuming that they were smarter than I. The primary difference between us is that I have the body to back up the mind. You lack this particular feature, relying almost exclusively on cunning and quick reflexes.

Slowly a small smirk curls one corner of her lip.

UVR: Have you ever played tri-dimensional chess, Mr. Dixon? It is so much more complicated and tactically demanding than standard, two-dimensional standard chess. There are more moving parts to the board itself and victory is not nearly as certain. In the standard game, there are only so many winning combinations and no unique strategies left to be explored.

She moves her hands behind her back, her head now tilted forward.

UVR: You have given the impression of a ruthless adversary who will stop at nothing to get what he desires and I see no reason not to believe that you will want to achieve the most absolute victory you can over me. What a feather in your cap it would be to prove that your intellect is superior against another intellectual with a body such as mine. Mind over matter proven true.

The smirk fades, her expression becoming rather taciturn.

UVR: A brilliant mind can go far, but I have faced individuals such as yourself many times. They all thought they were better and more ruthless than I and each one was proven wrong in this assessment. Intelligent tactics without appropriate firepower against a powerful, disciplined, and experienced opponent tend to fare poorly. At best, you can hope for a war of attrition, but I predict your aging and unconditioned body combined with your comparative inexperience as a professional wrestler will be your undoing. As wily of a fox you may be, cagey and unpredictable with the best training money can buy, it will not be enough.

A very brief pause.

UVR: Over five hundred matches in thirteen years against a wide variety of styles and a very small percentage of actual clean losses combined with six years of military service and a dedication to a mixed martial arts regimen have left me with many options and tactics at my disposal that you have likely never heard of.

She leans forward, her head tilted slightly to the right once again.

UVR: I will concede that you might be a smarter man than I. Most wealthy businessmen and women typically are. How else do you create an empire? I will never deny your intellect. However…

An unnerving smile slowly spreads across her face.

UVR: …You are stepping into my domain and in the wrestling rule, I am the empress of destruction, the Lady Terminator, and a Harbinger of fate. I hold your life in my hands.

Ursula’s hand lifts before her, held upturned and like a claw, holding some imagined object.

UVR: Once you are in my grasp, the game is over and you will have lost. “Catch me if you can” you will say, only to find yourself caught by an expert huntress who is even more dangerous than the wounded fox you will become at that moment. I am the most dangerous woman in professional wrestling, a distinction I earned within the halls of NFW.

She snaps her hand shut hard enough that the snap of leather finger tips against palm are audible over the camera’s microphone.

UVR: The more you fight, the worse it will be until inevitably, you will choose defeat rather than suffer the full weight of my destructive force.

Ursula straightens her stance, her hand returning to it’s place behind her back. The smile slowly fades face to be replaced once more by that grim, taciturn expression.

UVR: I am far more than you think I am and tonight, on the 66th episode of Saturday Trauma, you will learn the truth of Ursula Von Rossbach, Mr. Dixon. May whatever Gods you favor be merciful, for I shall not be.

She turns around and steps out of the light and into the fog and shadow from whence she emerged.

Titan vs. FM Young

Atlas and FM walk out and almost immediately start trading shots, each making the other cry out from the impact. The crowd watches in awe as the two trade shots that both buckle the other’s knees and hit so hard as to leave marks that would have put nearly anyone else down. FM goes into the Man-Machine interface and Atlas falls to one knee. FM comes back with a mafia kick that almost crosses Atlas’s eyes but doesn’t put him down. FM comes back with a vicious discus elbow strike that draws blood and finally puts the big man on his back. FM covers.


Atlas struggles to his feet and the two start to trade vicious chops that make the crowd shudder with every impact of hand against flesh. FM goes for the Man-Machine Interface again but Atlas is ready this time and catches her for a sidewalk slam.


Atlas and FM both get back up and again, start to trade strikes. The crowd almost seems to beg the two to stop as the blood flows from both. FM comes in near the ropes for a big elbow but Atlas catches her and hits the Dreadnought. The crowd cringes at the veracity of the impact, the sound of FM Young’s body hitting the floor. Even the referee steps back, falls down into the seated position and puts his hand up as if he doesn’t want to have to look at what’s left of the fallen former champion. Atlas steps back, nodding to himself, trying to catch his breath. The referee stares at the spot FM went over and shakes his head. Suddenly, the crowd starts murmuring, sending a rippling rumble all the way around the arena. FM rises up with a drunken wobble. Atlas’s eyes almost pop out of his head at the sight, his chin dropping against his chest. The referee sit up, a look of shock on his face while the crowd cheers even as it cringes at the knowledge that this is not over yet. FM nods to herself and goes back in. Atlas steps up to meet her and the two have yet another exchange of strikes that makes the crowd collectively beg the two to find common ground. FM shocks the crowd by hitting Atlas with the Stand Alone Complex and then hitting the Negasonic Warhead.


The crowd lets out a gasp as the match continues. FM and Atlas get in a few more nasty chops and then Atlas hits Titan’s Wrath. He gets FM and then hits the World Breaker. He covers.


Atlas rolls over onto his back, spent, the crowd relieved that the dueling assault is now, mercifully, over.

The Socialites are in their wrestling gear in the Gorilla Position with Dakota Winters standing next to them as they are yelling at the Trauma management as Trauma referees Ashley Campbell, Antonio Leone, Thurgood Jackson, and Desiree are surrounding the ladies.

Vanessa Page: Why aren’t any of you fools telling us who the hell this Ford Tough and Pretty Vacant is?!?!?!

"Too Sexy" Tiffany Lynn Page: This must be an outrageous rib!!!

“Classy” Bianca Page: This just reeks of Los Conquistadores all over again!!! If this team comes out in a gold jumpsuit and wearing gold masks I will seriously lose my shit!!!

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page: For God Sakes we are the NFW World Trios Champions and this is h…

"Too Sexy" Tiffany Lynn Page: I got this Danielle. All of you should be ashamed of yourselves!!! We are a global treasure and this is how we are treated? But whatever! Like we have said no matter whom you put in the way of the Socialites we will roll right through them and elevate this division to heights it is ever seen because we as a family are just that damn good!!!!

Vanessa Page: Lets go handle these goofs, ladies.

The Socialites turn and walk away.
The view shifts to Dakota Winters coughing a little before beginning her interview.

Dakota Winters: Folks... as you can tell, my guest... Subie Bruh and Ford Tough.

And enter stage left, the Vapemeister, Subie Bruh, flanked by the usually-mute Neon Bitch and El Honda Civic.

Subie Bruh: dude bruh, like... this match for the titles, bruh? have issy and luffy, like... watched the tapes?

Dakota Winters: No, Subie.

Subie Bruh: bruh, what the fuck, dude? now they tell me. but bruh, my homies here are worth a title, bruh. no cap.

Dakota Winters: With all due respect, the last time we saw you in NFW, you lost. Badly.

Subie Bruh: dude, dude, bruh, like... learning experiences, bruh. every time you, like... get knocked down? bruh, you gotta, like... get back up and live to fight another day or something. so, bruh, we're back up, dude, and we're gonna, like... not lose as badly as last time. learning experiences by subie bruh, bruh.

Winters is clearly getting annoyed with Subie being a dumb shithead.

Dakota Winters: OK, to be blunt with you, Subie? I don't this match is gonna go much better for any of you.

Surprised, Subie looks around to Neon and Honda.

Subie Bruh: bruh, aren't... interviewers supposed to be, like, neutral?

The other two shrug at Subie.

Dakota Winters: Subie, you come into this interview spot and fill it with vape. You lost the right for me to be neutral about a month ago.

Subie Bruh: psccccch, BITCH. bruh, vape it up, dude. we're gonna go beat some blonde asses, bruh, lessgo, fuck this.

Socialites vs. Ford Tough & Pretty Vacant

Danielle, Bianca and Vanessa all start arguing over who gets to start first against the five competitors across the ring from them. Subie Bruh, Neon Bitch, El Honda Civic, Vacant and Many More all stand across from them in their own corner looking confused and mildly entertained by the three Page Sisters each acting like a spoiled entitled heiress who should get whatever she wants right fucking now! The referee goes over to try and calm the Socialites. Bianca, Danielle and Vanessa will have none of it, continuing to argue even as the hapless official tries to gain control of the situation. As the referee’s attention, along with everyone else’s, is glued to the three arguing sisters, Tiffany Lynn makes her way around and walks up on the floor behind the five competitors, all eagerly awaiting their chance to compete. Tiffany Lynn arrives behind them and smirks. She gets all five to turn and look at her and then in one motion, sprays all five in the eyes with perfume. As all five cry out in sudden, blinding pain, The argument across the ring ends. Almost as if on cue, Danielle, Vanessa and Bianca rush across the ring and crash into the five unaware and og-guard opponents. Tiffany Lynn grabs the ankles of El Honda Civic and Many More, pulling them to the floor in a manner that makes it look like they simply fell out of the ring due to her sisters’ onrushing assault. Danielle grabs Subie Bruh and hits Diamonds Are Forever. Vanessa gets Neon Bitch and hits Too Hot To Handle. Bianca gets Vacant and hits Pure Elegance. Tiffany Lynn helpfully gets El Honda Civic back into the ring and Danielle and Vanessa give her Mean Girls. Tiffany Lynn helpful gets Many More back into the ring and Danielle and Bianca give him Mean Girls. Bianca covers.


Tiffany Lynn rolls into the ring and nods, smirking cruelly as the four Page Sisters show the world this was all a plan from the start. They take turns putting the bad mouth on all their fallen opponents and pantomiming exaggerated crying as they play to the crowd’s boos.

Ursula Von Rossbach vs. Nathaniel Dixon

Nathaniel steps back, carefully keeping his distance from the Terminator. Ursula simply looks back at him, one eyebrow slightly lifted as if she is interested in the strategy, slightly amused by it and intrigued all at the same time. Nathaniel backs up to a corner and then moves off of it, seemingly taking in the entire situation before coming to a decision on a course of action. Ursula simply stands, apparently impassive, watching, all but staring back into his soul as he moves. Nathaniel moves to the left and then starts forward. Ursula moves to meet him, taking her time in the same manner he is. Nathaniel suddenly, without warning, picks up the pace and runs in for the Uncharismatic. He connects and then rolls Urusula into a pinning predicament.


Nathaniel runs to the ropes, renounds off and comes back to a still kneeling Ursula with Blood In The Darkness. Urusula teeters and Nathaniel runs back to the rope and comes back with Blood In The Darkness a second time. Again, Ursula teeters, only on the brink of going over. Nathaniel runs to the ropes and comes back for a third Blood In The Darkness and finally knocks her over. He covers.


Nathaniel backs off, looking mildly stunned at Ursula’s abilities. Ursula gets to her knees and Nathaniel comes running for what looks to be Blood In The Darkness again but this time Urusula catches him coming in for a wicked lariat. Nathaniel crashes to the mat having flipped over in a somersault from the impact. Ursula covers him.


NATHANIEL KICKS OUT AND CRADLES URSULA!


As they start to rise, Ursula grabs Nathaniel by the throat. She hits a Sambo Chokeslam. She covers.


As they start to get up, Ursula moves in and executes the Terminator Kick. As she’s about to cover him, Anaquin Adams walks out to the ringside area. Ursula looks down at her and Anaquin smirks back at her as if she knows something the Lady Terminator does not. Ursula takes a step forward but Anaquin remains exactly where she was, exactly as she was. Nathaniel looks up, sees the situation and almost drunkenly pounces, taking Ursula into an O’Connor roll, making sure he pulls the rights and grabs the middle rope for leverage.


Nathaniel quickly gets out of the ring and away as Ursula stands up, glaring through Anaquin, who stares straight back.

We cut backstage and into the locker room area. Jessi Ozborne is sitting on a bench, all by her lonesome in the room as she clutches an ice pack to her head. Her face reads as expressionless, with a single tear running down her cheek being the only semblance of genuine emotion one could pick up from her. She sits in silence, only being broken up by the sounds of subtle movements. A slight sniffle from Jessi here, a shifting of the ice pack there. The silence is broken in perpetuity by a knocking at the door, with a familiar voice calling in.

Teresa Jacobson: Jessi? Honey? Are you in there?

Jessi doesn’t answer, only slightly bringing her head up to face the door before bringing it right back down. Teresa invites herself in anyway, her mouth agape upon seeing the huge bruise that’s begun to permeate the side of Ozborne’s head. She quickly drops her belongings, hurrying over to sit beside Jessi on the bench she’s sitting on.

Teresa Jacobson: Honey, are you okay?

Jessi Ozborne: I’m fine…

A slight bit of annoyance in Jessi’s tone as Teresa begins to push further.

Teresa Jacobson: That bruise is really bad. Come on, let’s get you to the nurse.

Teresa lightly takes Jessi by the arm, getting her up from the bench. Jessi shows some resistance however, growing even more annoyed as she pulls her arm away.

Jessi Ozborne: I said I’m fine.

Teresa begins to look a bit worried at Jessi’s attitude, but still persists in her efforts to help.

Teresa Jacobson: No. Come on, you have to get that checked out, it could be serious.

Jessi Ozborne: I said I’m okay. Why can’t you just leave me alone?

Teresa Jacobson: I just don’t want you to be seriously hurt, is all.

Jessi Ozborne: I’m fine. Just leave me alone. Leave me alone!

Things start to become a lot more heated, with Jessi’s tone starting to rise at Teresa as she tries to tell her to back off. Things come to a sudden boiling point when Jacobson tries to bring her hand close to the wound in order to check on it.

Jessi Ozborne: DON’T TOUCH ME!!

And with that, things become a bit violent, with Jessi quickly and harshly pushing Teresa into a nearby locker. The two come to a standstill with their eyes widened, neither one seeming to expect that type of physicality from Jessi. Neither one seeming to know how to react to it. The room falls silent again, the only sound being the waning echo of Teresa’s back hitting the steel. A look of instant remorse crosses Jessi’s face as she attempts to speak.

Jessi Ozborne: I—I’m so…

Jessi withdraws her words, opting to just walk out of the locker room instead, leaving Teresa absolutely mortified as we cut elsewhere.
The view fades over to a locker room, in which the United States Champion Faye Brown sits on a couch, staring off towards nothing. Dressed in all black, with some white highlights, and with the NFW US Title resting over her shoulder, Faye continues to stare off into space.

Faye Brown: "The silence here spoke so much louder than your response. It's almost like you know you've fallen off a bit since holding this."

Brown holds up a finger, which... you get it by now.

Faye Brown: "But... I feel the need to elaborate on that little tweet flurry I sent your way. It was Juneteenth last year when Logan challenged you for this here United States title. The week prior, I was sent through a table by... not Angel Kash, but Emevlas Stastias. Which is worse. I was still picking splinters out my back for a week after. I needed a looot of Vaseline."

The Scrap-Iron Scarecrow chuckles before continuing.

Faye Brown: "But that week, Logan stopped picking splinters out of my back and challenged you... and promptly got his ass kicked. As we expected. While "throw them into the deep end" isn't usually my favorite thing to do or see, that's exactly what Logan did. And he drowned for it. Yeah, he's won a tag title since then, but let's be real: he ain't me."

The Resident Rockhouse nods a bit to her right, with a quick bounce of her eyebrows.

Faye Brown: "If I were able to get those splinters out sooner, I'd have challenged you. But I'm on record as saying I don't think I'd have won. Part of it's because Mevy was hellbent on making sure I knew she'd won at life compared to me at that point... which is ironic, considering where we are in life now... but I was also maybe four months into my fourth career at that point. I still didn't fully know what the fuck I was doing. I had the motions down, I knew what to say... but the me nowadays would whoop the me from back then's ass. Verbally, in the ring, whatever."

Brown claps her hands together in a prayer, before pointing them to the camera and continuing.

Faye Brown: "Simply put... I'm not Logan. I've grown since you last saw me. And now I'm in your spot."

She grabs at her title and holds it up to the camera...

Faye Brown: "I have this... I have momentum... I have nothing to stop me..."

...before wrapping it around her waist. Finally, we see her wear the US Title, and it's about time.

Faye Brown: "And you might be thinking "well, gee Faye, that's great and all, but I think you're kind of undercutting me here. You've not even addressed me by name yet!" Which, hey, all I'm saying isn't said to undercut you, Ana. You're still intimidating. You got your ass kicked by UVR, but you gave as good as you took. Again... I fucks with that. Don't think I don't realize that."

Once again, Faye holds up a finger.

Faye Brown: "But therein lies the other issue. This United States title, at least in NFW, is the culmination of thirteen months of me fucking with that. I've been knocked for a loop a lot in my time. In general, not even just my career. If this had been April 2021, you'd tell me the same thing I'm gonna tell you now in April 2022."

The Killshot Kid inhales, finally ready to wrap up.

Faye Brown: "You're nothing to sneeze at, you've got all the promise in the world... but promise only means as much as it does when you continually apply yourself and continually prove that the promise I see in you isn't just a flash. But against me with this on the line? Quite simply, you're fucked. Now, you would have put it a bit more flowery, but..."

The camera cuts to a closer shot of Faye's smirking face.

Faye Brown: "I don't do flowers."

With that, off walks the United States Champion with a chuckle. The view fades elsewhere...

=United States Championship=

Anaquin Adams vs. Faye Brown ©️

The two have a feeling out process with each trying to gain a hold and the other countering. As they start to get a little desperate and frustrated, Faye starts to try kicking. Anaquin catches the third kick and pulls Faye in for a capture suplex that hurls the smaller woman almost completely across the ring. Faye starts up in the corner and Anaquin comes crashing in with an awkwardly angled clothesline. Faye ducks out of the way and Anaquin crashes herself into the turnbuckles and bounces back furiously. Faye goes to roll her up.


ANAQUIN ROLLS THROUGH INTO A CRADLE!


FAYE REVERSES THE CRADLE!


ANAQUIN KICKS OUT!

They get to their feet and Faye misses a kick. Anaquin drops Faye and then runs to the corner for a triple jump moonsault. Faye moves and Anaquin crashes to the mat. Faye gets a la magistral cradle.


ANAQUIN REVERSES!


The two get to their feet and Anaquin hits the Tectonic Shift, knocking Faye to the floor through the ropes. Anaquin then goes for the Cosmic Assault. Anaquin goes back into the ring and executes Run Like Hell. She dumps Faye back into the ring and then climbs up onto the apron where the ref goes to check on Faye, real quick. Anaquin goes up to the corner and ascends to the top turnbuckle. The Universal Superstar is looking for Hell’s Hammer but Ursula Von Rossbach comes jumping the barricade with the ref’s back to her. She hops up onto the apron and shoves Anaquin right off the turnbuckle onto the mat before dropping down and backing up the ramp to observe. Eventually, Faye, unbeknownst to any of this, makes it to her feet and hits the Riotmaker, then follows with the Killshot. She covers.


Thea Crawford: Here is your winner and STILL NFW United States Champion…FAYE…BROWN!!

As “Bad Boys” plays, Faye retrieves her belt from the referee. She’s in the middle of celebrating when she notices Anaquin and UVR staring daggers at each other and starts to connect what happened. Faye looks at her belt…looks at Anaquin…then looks at UVR and starts to fume.

Miranda Augustino: I don’t think Faye Brown wanted to win this match with any assistance and I’m sure she’ll have something to say about it!

Seth Ernst: I think both she and Anaquin will!

Miranda Augustino: We’ll see how this play out, y’all! Till then, adios bitches!