NFW Trauma #67! 04/23/2022!

The arena lights fade as the slow build intro to “How You Like That” by BLACKPINK starts up. Purple spotlights start passing over the crowd when the lyrics kick in. They wander all around the arena as the song continues to play and build.


When the first verse finishes a white spotlight lights up the entrance as “Favored of the Goddess” Lana Corvin struts out from the back. She stands there looking out arrogantly over the crowd. They show their hate for her, whether it's for her or just her family you can’t be sure.


As the pre-chorus plays out Lana sets her feet shoulder-width apart. She lowers her head and looks down at the floor. When the chorus kicks in she throws her head back and her coat open.


She starts to strut her way towards the ring as the lights raise and the song continues. She talks some smack with some of the more vocal and heckling members of the crowd. She returns all of their verbal jabs as only one of the Corvins can.


She continues her mocking of the crowd by pointing to herself and then to the crowd in sync with the lyrics. She climbs the ring steps and then into the ring. She circles around out glaring out at the crowd and talking more trash. She then runs to one set up the ropes and stands up on them raising an arm high.


She jumps down and paces around the ring for a moment before getting a mic from one of the ring crew.

Lana Corvin: You know I was planning on comin out here and goin on this whole big thing about Kate. But I got to thinkin about it and realized it would just be a waste of everyone’s time.

Lana pauses for a moment.

Lana Corvin: Besides, how much more damage could I do talking about her than she already has done to herself? Hell, I don’t even know which version of her I am gonna get tonight. She seems to change her personality and identity like normal people change their underwear. So which Kate am I getting tonight?

Lana holds her arms out as if waiting for a response.

Lana Corvin: Yeah, exactly, no one fucking knows. Hell, I doubt Kate even knows who she really is anymore. Actually, that’s not true, I’m pretty sure she, and everyone else on the planet, knows exactly who she is. Someone more worried about her image and who she has in her bed on any given day of the week. Now, I’m not one to slut shame cause people gonna do what people gonna do. If she wants to be the wrestling world’s bicycle, more power to her. If you wanna get laid girl, by all means, go and get it. Just don’t need to make it so public. It ain’t really a good look. Then again, how many times has your, how should I put this, slutty behavior ruined relationships for you?

Lana shrugs her shoulders.

Lana Corvin: Seems to me that you can’t keep a relationship, even open ones, to save your live. Then again, I can’t blame some of your exes for dropping you like a bad habit. Hell, I understand Anton, Lucifer, whatever his name is for dropping you. Your only Undisputed Title reign you had, you had to attack your boyfriend after he had two grueling matches back to back.

Pause for a beat.

Lana Corvin: AND YOU STILL ALMOST LOST IT!

Lana shakes her head.

Lana Corvin: Don’t worry Kate, I’ll do you a major solid tonight. I’ll help you get that elevation that you so desperately crave. You’ll be in the history books for sure. You can be added to the list of names that the Corvins have beaten on their road to the top. Who knows, maybe when they do a best-of compilation of my career you might make the cut to be on it. So, tonight, I hope you bring your best. I want the pinnacle of your talent, of your drive. I want that cutthroat Kate that was willing to undermine her boyfriend just for a title. You bring anything less, and well…

Another pause.

Lana Corvin: I won’t be mad, I’ll just be disappointed. Now, get your ass out here and let’s do this!

Lana tosses the mic down. She holds her arms out for a moment letting the crowd show her their hate. She then removes her coat and prepares for the match.
“Um… I think I remember Madame Page being in a similar situation…”

A camera pans over and reveals Ami Kennedy in a cute yet professional outfit. It’s suited for an interviewer such as herself. The matching little music note earrings are adorable. She stands at the crossroads of hallways with her hands folded behind her, the microphone in her left hand.

Ami Kennedy: Oui… Mademoiselle Linette delivered a message from Monsieur Rivers who was still Lord Lucifer at the time… I think? I can’t remember, but he requested an interview with Madame Page… who was still Mademoiselle Yamamoto at the time.

Perhaps hearing her own voice gives her a sense of comfort. After all, an interview request from one of the Fallen Angels was pretty intimidating. Ami lightly toe-kicks the floor and fidgets with the mic behind her.

Ami Kennedy: Maybe I should have asked Uncle Nate to keep me company...

Suddenly, the lights on the ceiling begin to flicker on and off. When they go out completely, Ami releases a squeak!

Ami Kennedy: Oh mon Dieu!

For a moment, there’s only the sound of the Dancing Violinist’s breathing… and then candles illuminate one of the hallways. Footsteps softly resonate from that direction. It’s still hard to see in the soft light of the candles, but Ami can tell someone is coming.

“It is as I told you.”

The ceiling lights come back slowly. One by one. The candles go out at the same time. Sathariel of the Children of Nephilim stands before Ami. She lowers the hood of her white cloak and stares at the Frenchwoman.

Sathariel: Don’t worry. I will find you.

Ami Kennedy: O-oui.

The poor girl. She’s fidgeting and twitching now. Shakily, Ami raises the microphone towards the Fallen Paladin.

Ami Kennedy: Um… you requested an interview with me… but I-I don’t know what to ask you, madame.

Before Sathariel can say a word…

“I know what to ask her.”

…an unfamiliar voice sounds from the hallway opposite where she came from. For the briefest of moments, her soft blue eyes widen. Ami turns around to see who’s there and the camera follows her field of vision. A young woman with curls of golden brown hair and bright blue eyes stands in a little black dress with a mobile device in her left hand. Hardcore wrestling fans will immediately recognize her as--

Rosalyn Fernandes: Why are you with the Children of Nephilim, Jessica?

--the only daughter of the Eternal Bastard Jack Darling and the Ice Queen Chelsea Pryce. The Bastard’s Princess Rosalyn Fernandes nee. Pryce-Darling.

Sathariel: . . .

Rosalyn Fernandes: Answer me! Don’t tell me that I’m unworthy. I’m your best friend… I’m your sister.

Fernandes clutches the device in her hand. Sathariel doesn’t say a word, only stares at her longtime childhood friend. Stuck at the crossroads, Kennedy looks between the two. In a tense moment, Sathariel attempts to walk away…

Rosalyn Fernandes: JESSICA ELISA SEARS-MATTHEWS! What would your mother and father think?!

…only to freeze in her movements completely. It’s subtle, but the camera’s able to pick up on the Broken Guardian’s tremble. When she speaks, her voice is soft… vulnerable.

Sathariel: ...Rosalyn, please… Do not use my parents to coarse an answer out of me.

It’s a swift and fluid motion. Just as Sathariel turns back around, Rosalyn is within close proximity -- and a SLAP resonates within the crossroads! Ami releases an audible gasp. A soft pink handprint begins to surface… on Sathariel’s left cheek. Rosalyn growls at her.

Rosalyn Fernandes: A little over four years ago, you asked me to prevent Lucifer and the Children of Nephilim from locating you and Dean… remember? I used my skills to do just that. Dean was still healing. You were nursing him back to health in your luxury apartment in Queens. You told me how dangerous they were! They abducted your brother and tortured him! I saw what was on the tape. So did you. So why…? What happened to you?!

There are tears in her eyes. Fernandes blinks them away without a care and grits her teeth. Sathariel reaches up and places her left hand over her own cheek where she was struck.

Sathariel: ...That one is free.

Her soft blue eyes become intense. She glares at Rosalyn as if she could gaze into her soul.

Sathariel: Strike me or speak of my parents out of coercion again…? I cannot promise you safe passage back to your family.

Before Rosalyn or Ami can react, the lights shut off once again. When they come back on, Sathariel is gone. Rosalyn curses softly under her breath and looks away. Ami lightly bites her lower lip and quickly retreats to find someone -- anyone -- to keep her safe. Before long, the camera changes perspective.
We go backstage where the cameras find the NFW Undisputed Champion, Adrianna Salvatore, sitting on the steps somewhere in the back. The Undisputed title rests in her lap as she strums her fingers across the face plate. She stares ahead of her, not looking directly at the camera as it’s filming her from a pseudo-side angle. Already in her ring gear, it’s just a matter of waiting for her time to head to Gorilla position, but right now, she has a couple things to say.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...I have a sense of respect for Faye Brown. That’s not something I can say about many. A lot of those I’ve stepped in the ring with, I’ve given the benefit of the doubt only to be shown that they aren’t due the credit they demand. Angel Kash. Graham Baker. Cali-Kate. Xander Fillmore. Delusional little rats who tried to rise above their station one time or another only to be knocked back down into the gutter where they belong…with the rest of the putrid vermin. But you, Brown…

The corner of her mouth lifts and she lets out a soft little chuckle.

Adrianna Salvatore: I have to give you credit where it’s due. You’re like me. You come from the gutter. You scraped…you clawed…you pulled yourself out of it when everyone around you tried to keep you down in the shit.

Adrianna blinks slowly and slowly adjusts her gaze to look into the lens with an amused smirk on her lips.

Adrianna Salvatore: Now here we are. The two top forces on the brand…followed closely by a yapping bitch and her fuck boy. We don’t need to blow hot air and gloat about our capabilities before we demonstrate them, do we? We just simply…do it. It’s why, like I said, I respect you. That’s not to say tonight will be an easy night for you. You’ll get the same treatment as anyone else. Tonight, you step into the void. A place where nothing escapes and very few even survive. I can say that you’ll be remembered if you fail to do the latter. Darkness will completely consume you but you’ll go down in the annals of this company’s history as one of the greats. I’ve sent many there already. You should be happy to join them. You won’t be alone. Nor will you be the last. Tonight, the Scarecrow joins the void…and soon…?

Adrianna picks up her belt and hangs it over her shoulder as she rises to stand on the steps she’s been sitting on. She glowers down at the camera as she adjusts the belt in place.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...A Titan follows…

She steps past the camera, disappearing out of frame and we hear her boots thumping down the hall as the shot fades away.

Faye Brown: Do you think I can beat her?

Bailey just slowly shakes his head.

Logan Bailey: No.

Faye's taken a little aback by the directness of Logan's answer.

Faye Brown: Tha--that's it? Just... no? No "but" or anything?

Logan Bailey: No. I don't think anything you do to Adrianna's going to be enough. And honestly, the more I've been thinking on this match, the more I think this whole "champion versus champion" thing is just a real roundabout way of punishing us for something we probably did without realizing it was wrong. I don't even know what it is we did, but just... just go out there, don't die, take the L this week, and we'll move on to different things that I know you can take care of. You have a World Title match in Zion next week. We'll focus on that.

Brown shakes her head no, and is clearly confused by Logan's negativity.

Faye Brown: I don't see it like that, Logan.

Logan Bailey: I don't know how you can't.

Faye Brown: I see this as an opportunity to keep raising my stock in this company. What better way to do that than to beat the best Trauma has to offer? To put it in you terms, it'd be like if Cincinnati had beaten Alabama in the College Football Playoffs this past New Year's Day.

Logan Bailey: Making the Playoffs was the reward for Cincinnati, they weren't beating Alabama no matter what they did. So in a way? That's actually the perfect comparison. But my point is that I'm not dealing in hypotheticals about this. I'm dealing in facts, and the fact is this match may not be a punishment, but I don't see how this benefits anyone involved. Like, wow, the top champion beat the second-tier champion and proved that's exactly where those titles are. Woooow.

Faye Brown: You're acting as thou--

Logan Bailey: Woooooooooow.

Faye Brown: ...the match ain't happened yet. You don't play this shi--

Logan Bailey: WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOW-UH.

Faye Brown: YOU DON'T PLAY THIS SHIT ON PAPER! If you did, I'd still be a manager, neither of us would be champions, and I wouldn't have won in the Devil's Den against someone larger than Adrianna. I have a shot to win, slim as it might be. I have precedent to win. And that's why I have this United States Title. I went into that Hell In A Cell match with Stacy as the underdog. I've spent a lot of my adult life as the underdog. This ain't any different, so don't fuckin' act like it is.

Brown swiftly rises to her feet, placing that United States Championship around her waist.

Faye Brown: Now I'm gonna go out there... and I'm gonna fight Adrianna Salvatore. Win or lose. And if you're going to be this negative about this match? Don't even follow me out this door.

Bailey is left speechless and motionless as Faye leaves the room, ready for her match.
We cut backstage to Jessi Ozborne walking the hallway alone, a sight that wasn’t seen of her earlier in the night. After witnessing Teresa Jacobson get whisked away earlier in the night, many watching from the stands and at home are expecting the usually emotional young woman to soon dissolve into a fit of tears and messy crying. But instead, that doesn’t happen, with Ozborne simply scrolling down the corridor, her face completely blank and expressionless. It’s clear that something is on her mind, and we’re quickly able to see Dakota Winters come into the frame to figure what that is.

Dakota Winters: Jessi…I know it may be troubling for you to recall, but could you possibly give us some insight into what you saw after Kai Morgan’s match tonight?

Jessi slowly turns her gaze to Dakota, not cracking her expressionless demeanor.

Jessi Ozborne: No…no it’s no trouble at all. I saw what happened and…I think things are gonna be okay…at least they’re on their way to being okay…

Dakota is taken aback by Jessi’s answer, her mismatched tone and attitude towards the situation coming off as a bit worrisome.

Dakota Winter: Not to come off as critical, but how could you be so certain of that?

Jessi looks away from Dakota, staring off into the distance with a faraway look in her eye.

Jessi Ozborne: I know exactly what I have to do now…

And with that, Jessi walks away, not giving the woman interviewing her a second glance. Dakota looks at her with a longing look of worry as we cut elsewhere.
The camera cuts in showing the Chicago skyline before scrolling downward toward the road. A black limousine is shown speeding down the highway as that scene fades out and into the inside of the limo. Loree is seen sitting and speaking on her cell, but Ibbie is nowhere to be found. The conversation on her phone is heard on both ends for once.

Loree Merope: She wasn't supposed to have access to social media yet. She could get hurt or, even worse, get others hurt.

Voice: I understand that, but she was getting bored and you know how she is when she's bored.

Loree Merope: The only bargain we had was that you continue to let her train in the ring in exchange for you being able to diagnose and possibly treat her.. Issues. There was no mention of social media access.

Voice: Exactly right, Ms Merope, There was no mention so I figured there would be no harm in giving her something else to do and the interactions with those outside of her room could possibly be beneficial to her progress.

Loree Merope: I'm going to sign her out of your care soon, so you best be sure you have everything ready and her prepared. I even let you have some sessions with Ibbie about her dreams, I figured you would at least talk to me before making decisions on this matter.

Voice: You can't just come claim her whenever you want. She is dangerous as you said.

Loree Merope: Your recklessness has forfeit your right to talk to me about her and danger. I just made my mind up and I will be signing her out of your care by the end of the weekend.

Loree gets off of the phone and looks out of the window of the limo as her reflection is seen off the glass. She's visibly upset and saddened as she thinks aloud to herself.

Loree Merope: Oh, Ibbie, I'm sorry I'm not already there, I'm hurrying to get there in time for your match, though. I just had to go out to Brentwood to settle this important matter.

The scene fades out and back in to the Colosseum locker room area. Ibbie is seen lacing up her boots in her full ring gear wearing a t-shirt over it that has lettering on the front reading "Podunky Dunk Nation." She appears to be in good spirits and smiling while getting up about to go through warm ups as she puts her Raycons into her ears and begins to sing.

Ibbie: ♫ When you were here before. Couldn't look you in the eye. You're just like an an-gel. Your skin makes me cry. You float like a fea-ther-er-er... In a beautiful world. I wish I was spec-ial. You're so fuck-in' spec-ial. But I'm a creep! I'm a weir-do-oh-oh! What the hell am I doin' here?! I don't be-long here! ♫

The instrumental of the song kicks in with Ibbie's voice and the scene fades out and into one last scene of Loree pushing the limo driver out of the way to get around him while he was trying to open the door for her and she rushes into the Coliseum. The scene fades out along with the music.
The camera fades to Ayu Megumi, standing next to Dakota Winters. They both looked at the camera with smiles. Of course, tonight Ayu has an important match waiting for her and she looks quite excited about it. Dakota nods to the camera as a signal to begin an interview with Ayu Megumi ahead of her match tonight.

Dakota Winters: Ayu! Congratulations to you last week, you and Ibbie were the two who got the chance, I would like to know how you feel about your first Main Event with the NFW and your goals in the upcoming matches are what?

Ayu Megumi smiled warmly after hearing Dakota Winters' question. She had many words to say to both her fans and opponents tonight.

Ayu Megumi: Last week I thought I was doing better than the weeks since I've been here. I feel that what I have learned has made me grow stronger. And last week I didn't make any mistakes but Ibbie did well too, that's why the two of us deserved a chance. But tonight it won't be a draw anymore. My walk out to the ring tonight My only goal is to walk out with the NFW Genesis Champion that Alexandra Caldwell holds. She's been saying all week she's going to win tonight. But who knows what will happen to her? She hasn't faced me or even Ibbie yet and I certainly have improved from last week for sure. Alexandra has no way of knowing what she's going to face, maybe she thinks it's an easy defensive champion. For me that is too much an insult to my dignity and Ibbie. No matter how excited I am in this match, it's time to prove it to Alexandra. Know that this isn't an easy match for her. Yes, I'm just here but I haven't lost anyone here either. I didn't go out to the ring to lose this match. But I went out to the ring to win. And prove that I'm a winner, even though Alexandra hasn't given me hope. But this is my time to break her consecutive winning streak and become the new champion. I'll prove to Alexandra how wrong she was in thinking this match was going to be an easy match for her. And I won't let her talk the way she talks to me and Ibbie with anyone else, it's time to let she know that in the end, no one will win forever. And that's life. I know I have a lot of pressure in this match, I want to do my best. It's not my fans who put pressure on me. But it's me who doesn't want to make mistakes. It might be a bit of a mistake but I still hope I'll become the best in this match. I know how hard this match is. And I have little experience here but I still expect that I will be successful. It might be too soon for others but for me I think I'm ready to become an NFW Genesis Champion.

Dakota Winters: Do you have anything to say to both of your opponents because you seem to be dissatisfied with what our champ has to say on the internet? Do you want to tell them something?

Ayu Megumi showed confidence from her smile. Her eyes were filled with determination and after a week of seeing Alexandra Caldwell moving on the internet,

Ayu Megumi: Nice to meet you Champ. I know you have a lot of self-confidence but some of that might cost you because you underestimate me and Ibbie too much. I hope you really know that there is no way you can get what you have. Want forever, tonight might be the night you'll lose, so you should be careful. You shouldn't be talking to an opponent you don't know like that. I will let you know that nothing is easy for you and that you should be more careful with your words. Remember this night as your lesson, Alexandra, and I really hope that from now on you will be more careful with your words. And you'll learn that you shouldn't insult anyone before the match starts. Ibbie, Alexandra. Nice to meet you both tonight but I'll be the winner tonight. No one could tell me this was an opportunity I was given too soon. Because I think this is the opportunity I deserve after everything I've done since I've been here. And I will become your new champion after the night is over. I said anything and I wanted to do it. And nothing will stop me tonight, please wait! My era is about to begin.

Ayu Megumi finished speaking and she smiled at Dakota Winters and shook hands with her and walk away from the scene.

Scene fade to black
The scene opens somewhere backstage. We see Donovan Cunningham, minus Alexandra Caldwell who is nowhere to be seen, standing in front of a plain white wall. He is holding the NFW Genesis Championship for full display.

Donovan Cunningham: “Another Trauma where Alexandra defends her championship in the main event. It’s almost like our esteemed General Manager has smartened up to the fact that Alexandra Caldwell is the definition of box office.”

“You know what I find interesting? Anaquin, the same woman who Alexandra took to school two weeks ago, was given a United States Championship match. Perhaps it was a long overdue rematch, not my place to judge. Just saying. Alexandra managed to beat the former US Champion, former contender for the Undisputed Championship all by her lonesome when it took some inference from a Terminator that allowed the current US Champion to score the victory. Another notch in the belt of Ms. Caldwell. Another reason why she is the creme dela creme when it comes to the singles champions on this brand. It’s mind boggling to understand why anyone with a functioning brain would believe Ibbie or Ayu stand a snowball's chance in hell of walking away with the Genesis Championship.”

Donovan scoffs at the notion of Alexandra losing.

Donovan Cunningham: “Ayu. You’re unbeaten as well. Congrats. All the props in the world. Not easy being on a roll. Unfortunately for you sweetheart, you’re not Alexandra Caldwell. Before Alexandra started tearing through this company like a hot knife through butter, she was down and out, lost everything, wondering what her next move would be. She took the coal state she was in and became the diamond of all of New Frontier Wrestling. There hasn’t been a force of nature to slow her down. She ain’t stopping now, Ayu. Not for you. Not for anyone.”

As for you Ibbie...”

Donovan shrugs.

Donovan Cunningham: “Everyone loves Ibbie. You are so gosh darn adorable it hurts. You’re the talk of the town. The life of the party. Even Stacy Jones saw something in you, giving you her seal of approval. For all the love, the hype, all the admiration you have received, what have you done exactly to earn all of this unearned praise? Nothing Ibbie. Absolutely nothing. You are being treated like a star when in reality, you are anything but. Alexandra is the star. She has the unbeaten streak. The championship. The pedigree that deserves to be sung from the rooftops. Not some flavor of the month like you, who knows, one day you might become champion. To paraphrase a show that used to be in vogue... What do I say to your hopes of becoming champion... ”

Donovan smirks.

Donovan Cunningham: “Not today.”

“123 days and counting...

Donovan walks off as the scene fades to black.