Destiny #2

Fuck everyone else.

Gotta remember that nobody is better than anyone else, here.

(Do you need some time to think it over?)

Look what they do to you.

Look what they do to me.

Must be joking if you think that either one is free, here.

Stand face to face with your God.

And find out what you are.

(Hello, my name is human.)

Hello, my name is human.

And I came down from the stars.

(Hello, my name is human.)

But I'm ready for more.

I know that nobody's ever been this fucking ready before, hey.

(Do you need some time to think it over?)

So figure it out, or don't figure it out.

I figured it out.

The bigger the river (the bigger the river.)

Fire world.

I'm up off my knees, girl.

I'm face to face with myself.

And I know who I am.

(Hello, my name is human.)

I stole the power from the sun.

I'm more than just a man.

(No longer disillusioned.)

Lucas Knox: New Frontier Wrestling! Welcome to Destiny!!

Olivia Mayfaire: Ok, so this is happening...



A masculine figure is seen backstage watching the monitor but he heard the feet of the camera operator behind him. He turns around to be revealed as the inaugural Destiny Champion Alastair Frost.

Alastair Frost: People must be surprised that someone as gruff, angry and antisocial as me was able to win the Rumble style match to become the inaugural holder of this title.

Alastair motioned to the title that was resting on his left shoulder with a sarcastic smile on his face. He adjusted the title before he went into an authoritative stance of the military nature that he was known for before he became a professional wrestler.

Alastair Frost: This is the first major title that I am to hold in my career and I will make this reign count while this belt is in my possession. It is my destiny to be the face of this brand and it is also my destiny to be great while making the Destiny championship a respected and honored title, unlike one of the titles on Trauma that was ruined by the champion..

Alastair shuddered at the ruining of the title in question as the other members of the backstage area were watching him.

Alastair Frost: I may be known as someone who is against authority and leadership but it is something that I don’t have to explain to anyone that has questioned my motives. That is also the case with my plans as a champion as no one knows what they are and they will not until it is too late!

He shook his head as he knew how he was going to be as champion and knew what he had to do in order to prove himself as the face of the brand.

Alastair Frost: I may hate people equally no matter who they are but Ronnie Lester gave a fight for the title but he came up short. If he wants to try to come after this title in the future, I am not hard to find. He should remember when we crossed paths in the past in another company, I am a warrior and I will not be giving this title up without a fight. 

Alastair took the title off his shoulder and raised it over his head, showing it for the world to see before returning to the monitor.

Olivia Mayfaire: Well, it sounds to me like our Destiny Champion has put the sexy Ronnie "Wicked" Lester on notice. As well as everyone else in Destiny.

Lucas Knox: Yes, it sure does, Olivia. I have a feeling our Destiny Champion is going to be more than a force to be reckoned with. Talk about an the whole immoveable object meeting an unstoppable force. I do not envy either one of those men when they meet up in the ring for the first time... Again.

Olivia Mayfaire: You and me both, Lucas. That's going to be a night to remember for sure... And speaking of nights to remember... WELCOME TO EPISODE TWO OF DESTINY!!!

Lucas Knox: Yes! Tonight's show is going to be amazing! We have our first ever "Trust your Enemy" tag-team match. But, the most exciting match of the night is going to be the Main Event!

Olivia Mayfaire: That's right, Lucas. Tonight we're going to be making NFW history once more as we crown our first ever Zodiac Champion! And you have to ask yourself... Who's going to walk away with that title? Will it be Trixie Decker, Kristi Yahontov or Ryan Peters?

Lucas Knox: Mmmm, Kristi Yahontov has my vote! She can knock my socks off any day of the week and twice on Tuesdays!

Olivia Mayfaire: Do you have to be so disgustingly perverted twenty-four/seven?

Lucas smiles proudly at Olivia.

Lucas Knox: You know it, Bay-Bay!

Olivia rolls her eyes and looks as if she's about to puke.

Olivia Mayfaire: Oh Gods, you make me sick...



Dominique Ciotti: Welcome to Destiny, ladies, gentlemen, and all those in between! I'm Dominique Ciotti, and joining me as the show's first proper guest... as you can tell by the vape... Ford Tough's leader, Subie Bruh!

Enter stage left, the Vapemeister and leader of the "lovable" losers, Ford Tough. Complete with a vape in the hand.

Subie Bruh: dude bruh, like... which amendment is it that outlaws slavery, bruh?

Ciotti's face scrunches up in confusion.

Dominique Ciotti: The... thirteenth. Why?

Subie Bruh: like, was that overturned recently, bruh? because if so, that's fucked up

Dominique Ciotti: It wasn't, Subie.

Subie Bruh: then bruh, why... why does etsy mizanin or whatever answer to that pet person?

Dominique Ciotti: Well, that's part of BDSM for you, Subie.

Bruh recoils in befuddlement and a bit of disgust.

Subie Bruh: ...what the fuck's that?

Dominique Ciotti: I... don't think you want the answer to that.

Subie Bruh: bruh, bruh, all i know? i'monna go beat that ass, no cap.

Dominique Ciotti: I... doubt that.

Subie Bruh: dude, like saturday when i was in the ring, bruh? i didn't lose as bad as the first time, bruh, like... learning experiences, like i said last time. bruh, it just goes to show, you put in the work? you get more results or some shit, bruh

Dominique Ciotti: OK, please stop saying "bruh," Subie.

Subie Bruh: bruh, like... what's wrong with saying "bruh," bruh?

Dominique Ciotti: You say it way too much!

Subie Bruh: psssssch, bitch, whatever bruh. i'm gonna, like, go beat that etsy's ass, bruh.

Dominique's face is one of "oh well" as Subie leaves off.

Dominique Ciotti: Well... let's just hope the next interview goes better than this first one...




The camera cuts to an undisclosed area backstage. Celeste Ciel is seen sitting on an equipment cart with her legs crossed dressed in her ring attire. The camera gets up close to her as she begins speaking. Her French accent is prevalent as always.

Celeste Ciel: The second show of Destiny is now here and with one match out of the way, it brings us closer to a match where management puts me on a team with one I have a history with and that is Jordan Majors. Ma Jordan, long have I wanted to be in your presence again and last week was just the beginning. We were both in the rumble and, like everyone else, we were wanting to win it and the championship. However, it's been well-documented that when it comes to you and me, I consider titles to mean very little. I prefer to get my hands on you more than achieving any championship and in my haste to do so last week, we were both eliminated at the same time. Jordan, if I were told before that moment that I would be eliminated I would have had it no other way than at the same time as you... Well... Except by your hands as I took you over the top rope with me... That would have been more preferable in my eyes, but that's now in the past.

Celeste smirks at the camera and chuckled to herself with her previous words.

Celeste Ciel: We fought before in Zion in the tournament for the inaugural Fusion Viral Championship, but as you adapted your offense and surprised me, I was eliminated from the tournament. For me, this was a disappointment not because I lost a title shot, but because our little rivalry was presumably at an end. You went on to greatness and I faded into obscurity due to my self-centeredness and attitude getting the best of me. I felt what we had was special, Jordan. WHAT WE HAD!!!

Celeste looks a bit crazy as she realizes she's shouting and calms herself down.

Celeste Ciel: Was... special...

Continuing to compose herself, Celeste takes a pause for a moment.

Celeste Ciel: And here we are on a new battlefield and I feel this fire from before that was building AND BUILDING!!! They tried to snuff it out before, but our fire burns like no other and even when it was smothered down to a single ember, that ember was a sliver of hope for me... A SLIVER OF HOPE FOR ME TO GET MY HANDS ON YOU AGAIN!!!

Celeste clenched her hands to fists with her previous words and now simply grins sinisterly at the camera.

Celeste Ciel: Jordan, tonight, we have to cooperate. There are two opponents in Rei Park and Keiji Sugiwara who will face us together in the ring and management thinks we will be able to team up and put our differences aside. Between you and me, Jordan, I'm the one with the advantage in this match. See, Mon Chéri, you have to be in the match wondering if I will cooperate with you or not. For me, I have to decide whether getting my hands on you or victory in the match is more important. I know this because you are an honorable woman, a competitor, and I'm not so much. When I spoke last week of us creating a work of art together in the ring, teaming with you was NOT what I meant. Jordan, I didn't want to create our masterpiece out of others, but out of EACH OTHER... If this match is the only way we can get to that point, then I must try to keep my urges in check. Then again, if that isn't in the works for us, then this may be my only chance at you... Which direction will I choose to go in our match tonight?

Celeste hops off of the equipment container and once again smirks.

Celeste Ciel: On verra. Ma Jordan, peignons la toile en rouge ce soir.

The camera cuts as Celeste walks out of frame.



Backstage we walk into the locker room. There, we see Jenn Drew, sporting her pink and black wrestling attire, her “burn book” sitting beside her as she finishes lacing up her boots and then starts to tape up her wrists in preparation for tonight’s match.

Jenn Drew: Last week, it didn’t go anywhere near as I planned. I was eliminated second. SECOND! I’m better than that sad excuse of a performance in that battle royal. Hell, I should be in that main event for the Zodiac Championship, not four fucking nobodies! Why the hell would you want a wannabe goth bitch, a proud whore, some dude who looks like he picks kids up in a windowless van, or someone who does shitty makeup for a B level at best zombie show representing this brand?

As Jenn is saying all of this, Kaede walks into the frame, trying to stifle a little bit of laughter.

Kade Tanebe: Jenn, dear, you do know Ryan is only nineteen, right?

Jenn Drew: Bloody christ, I guess he’s getting an early start on becoming the next John Wayne Gasey then.

Kaede finally can’t hold the laughter back anymore as she grabs the book and hands it to Jenn with a pen and she begins to write something inside of it.

Jenn Drew: Hell, there are two people on this roster that should be in that main event and yet, one of them is stuck in a tag team match with someone who isn’t her partner and stablemate, and the other is stuck in some bullshit match against someone who isn’t even in the same league as her.

Jenn rips off the tape and tosses it into her bag as she stands up.

Jenn Drew: If you dimwits couldn’t figure out who I was talking about, I was talking about Rei Park and myself. The two of us, we’ve been through this bullshit before. Rei and I, we went through months of disrespect over in One Wrestle. We were on their B show, never even getting a chance to challenge for gold. Hell, they tried to pit us against one another at one point, but we saw through it and banded together. We fought the establishment as a unit, climbing our way to the top of the mountain. Rei won her gold, then I won the biggest prize in the company. We showed them that being overlooked and disrespected wasn’t something we were going to let stand anymore.

Kade Tanebe: I don’t even know why they would team Rei up with that fool Keiji. I swear, he’s lost twice as many matches as he’s won. You though, you deserve to be facing someone much more on your level than Maddi McNeil. Who is she anyway? I know you’re going to walk all over her, Jenn, it’s already a foregone conclusion.

Jenn nods her head as she looks at Kaede and puts an arm around the woman’s shoulders.

Jenn Drew: And after tonight, the disrespect ends and I get what I deserve. It doesn’t matter how, but I will hold gold here on Destiny and everyone knows, I don’t care how I do it, just that I will. I need a new shiny piece of gold around my waist to pose with and take witty pictures with. Nobody is going to stop me, not Maddi tonight, or anybody else that’s going to step in my way. Tonight is just the beginning of the rise and rule of the Chrysanthemum Shield here on Destiny.

Kaede Tenebe: And it is going to be absolutely marvelous to see.



A replay from the first episode of Destiny shows Jordan Majors and Celeste Ciel going at each other before teaming up for an elimination, with a final transition to their dual elimination at the hands of eventual winner Alastair Frost. The video fades to a straight shot of Jordan.

Jordan Majors: The first episode of Destiny was a whirlwind for me. Not because of the excitement behind the new show and the debut of so many new characters to NFW, including my own. No, it was crazy for me because a part of my past came back. To haunt me? To chase me? Maybe just to fulfill their obsession with me. The last time I started for a new company, Night 1 was interrupted by Celeste Ciel. I won my match and put my hands up, only for her to ruin the celebration. It appears not much has changed.

A video plays of the attack while Jordan continues.

Jordan Majors: We fought for months, each interaction a little different than the others. Celeste craved me in ways no other has. She wanted violence. She needed passion. We exchanged tweets that convinced people that our rivalry somehow went beyond the ring and into the… well, you see where I’m going here. Celeste has long played a game out of what happens between us. When she disappeared into the darkness, our fights ended. I would still see tweets in French that seemed to reference me. But I thought we were done.

Celeste running to the ring on Destiny is shown.

Jordan Majors: I was wrong. So, so wrong. She was playing the long game and picking her spot. And now we’re placed in a match to see if we can work together. I still think she’d rather lick the blood from my wounds, ones caused by her, than stand beside me and win a match together. But Celeste knows how much I like to win. She knows I will play nice if it means I get to walk out of there with my hand raised. The rest? Well, that’s up to her. So I say this to you now, CC. If you want to win, let’s win this match. We can play later. We can settle this later. You’ll get your pound of flesh or I’ll get mine and beat you back into the shadows once again. I’m not entirely sure just how deep this rift between us really goes. I don’t know how far you’re willing to go to get what you need from me. But for this once, I’m trusting you. I’m respecting you. And on Destiny… we win TOGETHER.

Jordan stares straight ahead as the package fades out.



The scene backstage comes to life and we see the Destiny General Manager, Imogen Paige. She’s standing in front of her desk dressed in a skin-tight black pencil skirt, a beautifully adorned purple and black corset and a pair of black sexy Mary Jane heels.

GM Imogen Paige: Greetings NFW Family. We have a few sad announcements to make tonight.

She paused for a moment as she looked down at the floor for just a moment. Then she returned her attention to the camera before her.

GM Imogen Paige: It is with a very sad heart that we announce the release of both Robi “Valkyrie” Sorrenson and Lyall “Lyric” Allen. It has come to our attention that the injuries sustained from Mrs. Sorrenson’s accident back in January was worse than her doctors had anticipated. Thus, this has forced Mrs. Sorrenson into an early retirement from competitive wrestling. That being said, we also spoke to Miss Allen. And she has made the decision to follow Mrs. Sorrenson by stepping away from NFW and Destiny, as well.

Imogen clasps her hands in front of her as Steven Brody steps up beside her in a show of support.

Steven Brody: Yes. And, after speaking to Imogen at great length, we have come to the agreement that we are going to cover all of Mrs. Sorrenson’s medical bills. We both feel that this is the very least we can do to help both Mrs. Sorrenson, her family and the Wolves of Odinn.

GM Imogen Paige: Also, we are in the process of setting up a charity run. Once more of the details have been worked out and finalized, we will release more information on how you, the NFW family, can help.

Steven then takes Imogen’s hand into his and they both smile at the camera.

GM Imogen Paige: From all of us here in NFW… Enjoy the show!



The cameras open up on a light purple haired individual. She has a wicked grin on her lips as she runs her hands through her hair as she looks right into the camera. She takes a long deep breath as she begins to speak.

Diamond Steele: Ladies and gentlemen. Tonight marks the very first time I address the entire world as a Destiny star and can I just say that it feels great to finally be somewhere that I know will appreciate me. To be honest I haven’t this amazing since Kai welcomed me with open arms on Fusion. Anyway tonight I walk into a tag team match and that’s not really my cup of tea!

Diamond shakes her head in disgust as she continues to share her heart.

Diamond Steele: I wasn’t meant to dwell in mediocrity. Nor was I meant to be booked in random tag team matches. I definitely deserve so much better than that. After all I am the only woman on the entire roster who can say that she is the Shining Star, I am the Sparkling Sensation, I am the Mistress of the Microphone, The Sadistic Siren, The Sorceress of Submissions and most important I am the Conqueror of Catch Wrestling. As soon as I was blessed to be signed on this company, that automatically means I am one of the most important people on this roster. I doubt that there is anybody close to me in skill!

Diamond nods her head as she speaks some more.

Diamond Steele: Tonight I walk into a match that I don’t want to be part of. I really don’t give a shit about being booked in randomness but what I will say is that this will be my chance to showcase my ability. I won’t let this opportunity go to waste and I will show everybody what they can expect with me on this roster. Consider this a start to new beginnings. So bring it on everybody. You will see why I am among the best of the best. See you soon


With that we fade out going elsewhere.



The scene comes up backstage with Kristi looking off to the side a little giving a ¾ profile to the camera. She bites her lips as she bounces impatiently.

Kristi Yahontov: Ладно, пару недель назад мне не повезло. Я признаю это. Но я больше не могу это принимать. Я такой же крутой, как и все здесь, и до сих пор меня выставляли дураком во всех моих матчах. Сегодня у меня нет другого выбора: я должен победить.

Kristi turns and almost glares into the camera

Kristi Yahontov: I said before that I know what I'm known for around here. I don't mind it, it's who I am after all. What I can't stand is that is only one side of me and the side that I need everyone to see is the one that I haven't been able to show. And it aggravates me. Drives me crazy. Я чувствую, что мое собственное здравомыслие тает, потому что я знаю, насколько я хорош, и у меня нет ни одной победы, чтобы показать это. But what else am I to do?

Kristi shakes her head and shrugs a little.

Kristi Yahontov: All I can do really. Keep pushing ahead, fuck up anyone who gets in my way and show it, just as I always have. I'll make everyone proud of me in the end. You'll see who shines the brightest.

Kristi winks at the camera and blows a kiss before she walks off and the scene fades out.



The camera opens in a dimly lit room. Bloody chains and meat hooks hang from the ceiling, swaying from an unseen breeze. A hooded figure slowly fades into view, assorted zodiac signs scrawled on their robe in what appears to be blood. The figure steps towards the camera, raising their arms.

Figure: “Behold, New Frontier Wrestling. The stars are aligning and soon, the ring will run red as I claim my rightful title as Zodiac Champion. My opponents will be found, laid low, and only a few ciphers will give clues to my--”

A voice off-camera mumbles something and the figure looks off camera.

Figure: “… what do you mean it’s not that sort of Zodiac Cham--”

The figure looks back at the camera.

Figure: “Well, shit.”

The camera shuts off suddenly. When it resumes feed, Trixie Decker is hastily throwing the hood and robe in a trash can, arguing with someone unseen.

Trixie Decker: “Look, all I’m saying is someone shoulda made it way more clear, okay?”

Trixie looks at the camera.

Trixie Decker: “Okay, so, my bad. It is apparently not a – y’know what? Forget what I thought. Let’s talk about what I know. I’m about to face two hard-hitters who desperately want that gold around their waists, too.”

One of the earlier meat hooks descends from the ceiling, holding a picture of a gorgeous, chesty blonde woman.

Trixie Decker: “First, Kristi Yahontov. Hot. Russian. Seductive. Hot, a slight height advantage, a few pounds on me. Seems like she likes to get pretty violent. A girl after my own heart.”

Another meat hook descends, a picture of a young mustached man on its tip.

Trixie Decker: “Ryan Peters. Young, brash. Definite weight advantage. Hungry to prove himself. Normally, I’m not into getting my hands on a man… and, well, that’s still the case but he’s gonna probably be the hardest hitter in the fight.”

Both chains drop to the floor.

Trixie Decker: “I know, I know. I’m supposed to be going on about how I’ll easily destroy them and I’m the best and blah blah blah. I dunno, I’d rather respect my opponents more than that… even if I doubt any of them would do the same for me. It’s going to be a rough fight. They all have a certain advantage over me in their own way. But I have my own strengths, my own advantages.”

Trixie pauses, staring into the camera.

Trixie Decker: “Oh, you want to know what those are? Okay. Come closer.”

The camera slowly zooms in. Trixie cups her mouth and whispers.

Trixie Decker: “My advantage is… I’m not stupid enough to tell people what my advantage is.”

Trixie shoves the camera back, annoyed.

Trixie Decker: “Come the fuck on! A girl’s gotta have some mystery, after all. Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to go make some people bleed… and maybe, just maybe, walk off with a new accessory.”

Trixie blows a kiss as she turns to leave. The camera fades to black.