NFW Trauma #74! 06/18/2022!

We cut backstage to show none other than The Favored of the Goddess herself, Lana Corvin. She is in her full ring gear and her fuzzy entrance coat. She stands there smirking, looking into the camera.

Lana Corvin: So tonight I have to fight for a spot in the Guardians of the Pyramid match coming up at Sudden Death. We’ll overlook that little insult for now. Tonight I confirm that I am going to be challenging for the NFW Undisputed Title at Sudden Death.

Lana chuckles.

Lana Corvin: A gauntlet match where each newcomer gets to choose the stipulation. Last year’s was pretty fuckin intense. The dude calling himself Lucifer now ran the whole fucking gamut. Started first and fought in every challenger’s preferred match type. He almost made it too. Can only imagine what this year’s is gonna be like.

She paused for a moment, letting people’s minds wander for a bit.

Lana Corvin: I guess I should start coming up with a stipulation for this thing huh? I’m sure it’ll be the one to stand out. But speaking about match stipulations this qualifier is no DQ. Now I’m thankful dad put me through the paces with my uncle in the ring. This is gonna be fun.

A smirk creeps onto Lana’s face.

Lana Corvin: Ibbie, I’ll be real with you for a moment. I ain’t really got anything against you. Not really. I mean, you can be a little too much in the hyper-friendly area. But that is what it is. But don’t think for a single second I won’t do whatever I have to to ensure I win tonight. And well, when things get to that point, and we get the chance to do whatever that is legally in a match? The Corvins always have one thing we can rely on. Something my father passed on to me.

Lana pulls out a black metal baseball back from behind her back. She pats it into her hand a couple of times.

Lana Corvin: I’m sure if it comes to it, Ibbie, you’ll get real familiar with it. Until then, think about how you want this to go, Ibbie. Don’t make me do something you’ll regret.

That smirks takes a sinister turn as Lana glares into the camera. She leans back and points the bat at the camera, smirk still in place. She then slowly turns and walks out of frame.
We fade to the talent locker rooms of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Colosseum. There we see Jessi Ozborne, talking on the phone, though the person on the other side of the line is unclear.

Jessi Ozborne: I’m telling you, you have to get here asap! Chicago is a pigsty and at times I swear I’m surrounded by idiots here.

Jessi pauses, allowing the other person on the line to speak briefly.

Jessi Ozborne: Well I don’t know, make them sign you faster. It’s not like you’re not the hottest commodity Old Man Brody can get his grubby, little mitts on right now…

Jessi pauses again, taking in the negative connotations of what she just said.

Jessi Ozborne: …Not like that though. Anyway, if the idiots around here appreciated money, they could have you on a first class flight to Chicago right now to sort you out! I mean, come on there’s no one in the world of pro wrestling hotter than y–

Jessi’s speech fades as Robert Marino strolls into the locker room, completely ignoring Jessi as he makes his way over to a locker and riffles through it for something. Jessi’s mouth is left agape at the sight of her ex-boyfriend, as she just stops and stares. The prolonged silence leads to a series of confused “Hellos” emanating from her cell phone, though with a voice not distinguishable enough to place to a particular person.

Jessi Ozborne: Hey listen, I’m gonna have to call you back…yeah no, I’m fine it’s just something important. Okay, je t'aime, mon cheri! Bye!

Jessi hangs up and places her phone in her pocket, quickly approaching Robert from behind and excitedly tapping him on the shoulder with a single finger to catch his attention. He turns around to a gleaming, smiling Jessi.

Jessi Ozborne: Hi!

Robert Marino: “Oh…hey, Jessi. Sorry, I didn’t realize you were here. I can step back out if you need me to.”

Jessi Ozborne: NO! No! It’s okay! So uh…how’ve ya beeeen?

It had been a while since the two of them had spoken…really they hadn’t talked since the break-up. Rob didn’t have any hard feelings towards the woman, but he also hadn’t dwelled on the ending of the relationship either. Instead, he had been focusing on his daughter and getting back into the ring.

Robert Marino: “I’ve been doing fine. Addy’s kept me busy and getting back into the ring filled the empty time I have. Meeting with Kaede to talk about her taking me on as a client filled the time before the ring. I would ask you the same, but I’ve kept up with the shows and have been on Twitter….not hard to see how you’ve been or what you’ve been up to.”

Jessi turns her head, a bit of a feigned look of embarrassment crossing her face.

Jessi Ozborne: Yeah…I’ve been a bit busy as of late…ANYWAY, I’m so glad to see that you work here now!

Robert Marino: I’ve been working here the whole time. I’m just–

Jessi cuts him off.

Jessi Ozborne: That’s great! Anyway, I’m not up to much of anything after the show! Maybe we can hang out, catch up a bit?

Robert gave Jessi a look then rolled his eyes a touch, shaking his head a little in the process.

Robert Marino: “Sorry Jessi…Addy and I are meeting Kaede to talk about my next steps. She usually focuses on her clients getting in the title picture, but she knows that’s not who I am. We’re going to discuss who my next fight could be with. Maybe another time.”

Jessi looks a tad bit mortified, trying to keep a stiff upper lip as she responds.

Jessi Ozborne: Yeah…another time…right…that’s cool…I guess…

Robert Marino: “Well…it was good seeing you again. I’ve got to go get Addy from Lluvia and head out. See ya later.”

Rob grabbed his bag from the locker and threw the strap over his shoulder, giving Jessi a light smile before heading out the door. Jessi looks on as the door slams shut and Robert disappears from her view. She continues to stare at the door, the only thing changing in her movements is a single tear being allowed to fall down her cheek. From there, the young lady begins to lose her cool, throwing anything that isn’t nailed down across the room before tearing Robert’s wooden locker door off its hinges and using it to shatter a nearby mirror! She makes a beeline for the door, swinging it open and exiting the locker room as Subie Bruh tries to walk in! She shoves the poor enhancement talent back before continuing down the corridor!

Subie ignores the minor assault by her fellow colleague, continuing into the locker room and finding the wreckage that Jessi left behind. Before she can process what she’s seeing, Isabella Santiago walks by the door, her attention being pulled into the room as well. She walks in, calmly observes the damages done to the inside of the room, and turns to Subie.

Isabella Santiago: You’re paying for all of this, you know that right?

She walks out of the room, leaving Subie mortified as we cut elsewhere.
The scene opens up with Dakota Winters standing with Ayu Megumi. Both of them smile at each other and they smile at the camera. They both hold a microphone in their hands.

Dakota Winters: Hello everyone again tonight I'm standing with "The Amazing Girl" Ayu Megumi, who tonight she's going to have a match against former NFW Genesis Champion Alexandra Caldwell, and who for the past week has been having a hard time with Jessi Ozborne We'll find out from Ayu what has happened over the past week?

Ayu Megumi nodded and smiled at Dakota Winters, awaiting a question from the person in front of her. She no longer felt any pressure or excitement to stand here.

Dakota Winters: Ayu this past week everyone saw that you are having trouble with Jessi Osborne. We wanted to know since the match between you and Jessi Osborne, what are your problems after that?

Ayu Megumi: I can't call that a problem between me and Jessi, I just want a fair fight. I think we were able to finish the match perfectly, I didn't want the match to end like that. I think what Jessi did is wrong. Not because that's what happened to me. So I think that's not right. It's not something that should happen to anyone. But that's not what I thought I would have a problem with Jessi. We can still be friends if she doesn't hate me anymore. I don't know exactly what made her hate me. Is it because I said I liked the old Jessi Osborne?

Dakota Winters: So how do you think the story of the two of you will end? When you get what you want, right? Or it might end up worse now, can you give us an answer?

Ayu Megumi: I think we can talk. I didn't want it to get any worse. I think we're still good friends, I think there might be some misunderstandings that make her dislike me. But I also hope I haven't lost any friends. I just tell Jessi that next time if we're going to face each other again, I want a fair fight, I don't want what has already happened to happen again. Let's just say the next time we have to face each other. I didn't expect that I would have to win in such a nasty way. I can lose but I can do whatever it takes to make it fair.

Dakota Winters: Well, this week is more important than your personal issues, this week you will face former NFW Genesis Champion Alexandra Caldwell. How are you ready? And how important is this match to you?

Ayu Megumi: Of course, this match is very important to me. I want to win to make a name for myself more in NFW. I don't want to stop here and like I said I can lose but I want a fair fight. I don't know what will happen in this match but I will do the best I can. I could win or I could lose, but I wouldn't regret it. I already know that someday I will lose. I'm not afraid of what will happen in this match. I'm not embarrassed if I have to lose this match. I've done my best and this is what I've always done. Let's wait and see what happens in this match!

Ayu Megumi finished speaking before smiling at the camera and turning to Dakota Winters before she walked off the camera.
The scene opens backstage inside the locker room of Alexandra Caldwell. She can be seen on the floor performing multiple push ups without breaking a sweat. Sitting down not too far from her on a steel folding chair is a suited and booted Donovan Cunningham. He is watching his client get warmed before her huge match to potentially qualify for the Pyramid Match at Sudden Death.

Donovan Cunningham: You got this! Ayu is not going to know what hit her. World Killer mode, baybeeeeeeeeeeeeeee!

Alexandra stops what she’s doing. Rolling on her back she immediately kips up showing that she has stamina for days.

Alexandra Caldwell: I don’t need a hype man Donnie but I appreciate the faith you have in me. For real.

Donovan stands up. He pats Alexandra on the shoulder.

Donovan Cunningham: Destiny has a way of working out for the best. You just gotta roll with the punches.

Alexandra raises an eyebrow.

Alexandra Caldwell: So you’re destiny now?

Donovan chuckles.

Donovan Cunningham: Nah, I am not big enough to be NFW’s third brand.

Alexandra rolls her eyes.

Alexandra Caldwell: Anyway, thanks. I didn’t know what the future was going to hold. No one wants to be a former champion who falls off the face of the earth. Having this opportunity means the world to me, I have only gotten close to becoming the equivalent of a World Champion one time. And I failed. Failure doesn’t sit right by me. I need to win. Who knows when the next opportunity will come.

Donovan Cunningham: I ain’t taking credit for this. Your hardwork in the year you’ve been in NFW got you to this point. Isabella is a smart cookie. She knew you were bred for this. Now, go show Ayu why she isn’t in your league.

Donovan and Alexandra fist bump as the scene fades to black.
The scene opens with the manager of the Heroes for Hire, Gregory Murphy, standing alongside his clients in Liam Richardson, Miles Watson and Takashi Shinobu. All three men are dressed in casual clothing, lingering behind Murphy who stands at the forefront of the frame, his hands clasped together and a slimy grin stretching across his face.

Gregory Murphy: "Tonight, despite not being in action - the Heroes for Hire are here to scope out the competition, in particuarly, the match taking on later on tonight featuring the current NFW Trio's Champion's in The Socialites, taking on the team of Ben Elohim. We've made our intentions crystal clear, we want to take those Trio's titles and add them to the list of accolades belonging to the Heroes for Hire! We're an ever-growing group, an ever-growing band - the best in the world at what we do, and soon enough we'll have the championship gold to prove that."

Stepping into the forefront of the frame is Liam Richardson, who's applauding Murphy for his comments.

Liam Richardson: "You're damn right, Murph. Not only are we going to prove that we are the best team in this place, but we're going to be the ones who elevate the division to a new level. Now I know that a lot of the teams in the back, they're probably watching this and thinking, who the hell do these guys think they are?' Well let me tell you real quick, I didn't stutter - we are the best team, in this promotion, and soon enough the rest of you will know it too."

Murphy grins once more, patting Richardson on the shoulder as he does so.

Gregory Murphy: And that's not all, ladies and gents. Soon enough, they'll be another member of the Heroes for Hire joining us here in New Frontier Wrestling. And you can be damned sure, they'll be hunting for gold as well.

The scene gradually fades to black.
“Too Sexy” Tiffany Lynn Page is standing outside of The Socialites’ locker room yelling at the NFW crew.

"Too Sexy" Tiffany Lynn Page: I don’t give a damn that Dakota is unprofessional and not here yet. Just hand over the microphone, mouth breather!!!

A NFW staff member hands a microphone to Tiffany.

"Too Sexy" Tiffany Lynn Page: I shouldn’t have to wait for anyone! My sisters are the greatest Trios Champions that NFW has ever seen. We kicked Arsenal’s asses a few weeks ago to retain the Trios Championship. Now Bene Elohim gets the chance to be in the presence of true greatness.

The door to The Socialites’ locker room opens and Vanessa walks out in her wrestling gear.

Vanessa Page: Seriously, Tiff? These goofs again?

Tiffany shrugs her shoulders.

Vanessa Page: Hopefully all of you marks have a clue and should know we are the very best. There is no team that works that better than we do. Who is that team we are facing tonight? Ben & Jerry?

"Too Sexy" Tiffany Lynn Page: Close enough.

Vanessa Page: We are going to wreck that team and continue rolling along because we are simply that damn good. Our jewelry will be staying with us and we will be disposing of all these trashy Trios Teams who think they can measure up to being #Flawless.
The scene opens up showing Loree Merope's training facility. The warehouse is full of various types of workout equipment as well as a wrestling ring and locker room area. Speaking of the locker room area, out from its doorway and into the main part of the warehouse enters Ibbie. As she walks, the camera closes in on her face which lights up with joy as she looks onward into the large room. Ibbie always enjoys training days despite the hard work training requires. The camera pans back and shows Loree Merope standing in the training ring dressed professionally as always. She speaks to Ibbie once she gets in range of her voice.

Loree Merope: Ibbie, dear, thank you for allowing me to interrupt your regular training. Given your challenge at the next Trauma, you need to be prepared against an opponent who could quite possibly throw anything and everything at you. Your match is no disqualification and as such, you need to adapt to the offense you could possibly encounter.

Ibbie makes her way into the ring nodding to each of Loree's words in the process. She walks up and stretches her arms across the ropes leaning back slightly a couple of times to test their elasticity, but her focus remains on her manager.

Ibbie: No disrespect, Miss Loree, but I've had no disqualification matches before. I know how to use weapons if I need to and know how to deal with offense with weapons. What more is there to learn other than how to defend and amount an offense against an opponent?

Loree shakes her head.

Loree Merope: Ibbie, you are facing Lana Corvin. She is not any normal opponent and is well-versed in no disqualification matches. It would be the same as if you were facing someone in a submission match. The advantage is clearly in favor of one participant. NFW's management decided to add that stipulation to all Pyramind qualifying matches. So, we don't have too much time to plan and I am forced to do something I was hoping I would never have to do.

Loree steps aside revealing someone who was standing behind her the whole time.

Lorna: Loree finally finds value in me! My oh my! If my offense against you is something you cannot see, then, brat, you'll die!

Loree Merope: Please be nice to Ibbie, you are here to help her, not kill her, Lorna.

Lorna: You say this like you didn't sweeten the offer. Don't blame me if I accidentally off her! I'll be in this ring laughing while you have a scoff. After your little Ibbie brat's head is knocked clean off.

Ibbie looks mildly annoyed at what was said while Lorna is laughing and snorting.

Loree Merope: ENOUGH! Lorna, you will train with Ibbie in a more violent style, but nobody is losing limbs or their head today.

Lorna: If you want me to go easy on her, absolutely no way! Do you expect her opponent to do the same on Saturday? If she messes up and gets injured worst is she forfeits the match. Lots of boos from the fans would be all she would catch. If I don't attempt to off her head then she'll get by being just sore. Hold me back, though, Loree, just baby her some more!

Loree looks annoyed at Lorna's words this time. She sighs realizing there was truth in what was said.

Loree Merope: I hate to say this, but Lorna is right. You two will be closely supervised, but Lorna will not hold back on her offense against you, Ibbie. Learn quickly on your feet like I know you can. You two, let's go!

Loree exits the ring as a trainer steps in as ref to start the match. Not long after the start of the match, Lorna smacks Ibbie between the shoulders with a steel chair. The camera switches over to show Loree at ringside. Her winces of pain dictating what must be going on as chair shot after chair shot is heard in the background. Loree speaks to herself while watching the match.

Loree Merope: I hope this isn't a mistake and we end up changing the sweet Ibbie we all know and love.

The scene fades to black.

You called me a disease, treat me like an infection
You hoped I'd fade away, that is my motivation
This isn't bending knee, this isn't self reflection
What did you think I'd do?
This is retaliation!

The roaring of a Harley-Davidson motorcycle rumbles through the Blackheart Complex before someone dressed in an all-leather outfit under a helmet rides down the ramp. They do a lap around the ring and park the bike at the bottom of the ramp. They walk back to the timekeeper’s table and are given a microphone before walking up the steps into the ring. Once upon, the helmetted individual is pacing the ring like a caged panther.

? ? ? “Honey I’m home.”

As the helmet is removed, two blonde ponytails fall out of the helmet, and the crowd immediately start to boo. When she lifts her head after removing the helmet, we can see a sarcastically smirking Eavan Maloney sporting an eye patch on her left eye. The crowd is deafening, and Eavan twirls the mic in her hand as she looks out at everyone.

Eavan Maloney “Okay, okay, I’m sorry ya’ll had to endure the reign of FM Young. I own that, I own that.”

The crowd boos even louder and Eavan is laughing and slapping her knee.

Eavan Maloney “Seriously, and I mean this, I’ve missed you guys. Yes, I was a bitch. Yes, I was hard to work with. Yes, I decided to walk after creative differences, I’ve owned all of that. If Mr. Brody and Ms. Santiago didn’t have faith in my talents and what I can bring to the company, I wouldn’t be here.”

The boos die down some, but not entirely.

Eavan Maloney “For those who might not know me, my name is Eavan Maloney, and I’m back for a few reasons. The first is that I have a few bucket list matches I want to do before I go away for good. The second is that I have a few receipts I have to give out. And third, and probably the most important reason, is because I want to earn ya’lls trust back. You guys in the crowd, you guys in the back, you guys at home, and you guys in the office.”

There seems to be a shifting in the crowd as some of them actually start to cheer.

Eavan Maloney “Now that I’ve told you that, let’s get to the real reasons I’m here. I might be late to the Pyramid match, something I was supposed to be in last year, but hell if I'm not going to say it anyways. Adrianna Salvatore, you’re holding MY title, so you can bet your giant ass I’m coming for it. Now, I know, to get to you I’m going to have to go through a few of the others around here, and so be it. While I have a lot of respect for The Children, I’ll walk through your Hell to bring you to mine. Maybe I slap that Ibbie chick upside the head so we can finally move the needle on her broken record. Maybe Stacy Jones gets the best news of her life and is allowed to get back in this ring again. Maybe somebody in the back will want to be the hero that gets rid of me and steps up. They can try, anyways. BUT, I already have my first opponent in mind, somebody who’s like family to me but I’d been dying for a match with since Hy… I can’t say the place without gagging… shit, I meant I have a gag order, but you know where I mean. AK-Fn-47, Ashley Kenyon, you’re first on the list.”

Eavan tosses the camera and puts her helmet on before leaving the ring and getting back on the bike up the ramp.
The camera shifts from the ringside area to find the catering area filled with various people all during their jobs. The people ranged from servers at the various food stations to the people who were working on the show but were simply there to eat. Mixed in with the people were NFW superstars Kai Morgan, Cherry Addams, and Trey’Von Johnson along with Destiny GM Imogen Stella-Paige

Miranda Augustino: “Shit, dammit now I’m hungry!”

Seth Ernst: “Calm down, you can grab a burger or something after the show!”

Miranda Augustino: “How does that help me now?!”

Seth Ernst: “It really doesn’t but….oh no…”

On the screen the lights begin to flicker and immediately the attention of the large hulking Titan goes up. The others go about their business but Atlas’s eyes roam the room until he finds another behemoth standing hulking over the crowd.

Josie Bridal, the Reborn Joshua Mcbride stands between a crowd of people near the far side of the table. Her eyes lock on Atlas and those pools of brown narrow dangerous.

Miranda Augustino: “Abaddon….”

Seth Ernst: “The power behind the throne of hell…”

Miranda Augustino: “Is she here for Atlas again?!”

Seth Ernst: “She doesn’t appear to be…”

Josie Bridal: “Slow down big guy. I just needed something to drink.”

Atlas: “Oh, is that all?!”

The big man palms one of the bottles and tosses it end over end over the heads of some of the various staff and wrestlers who are there. Some of them have the eyes to the pair, as if to determine if they were gonna fight.

Josie caught the bottle and uncapped it before taking a drink. She flashes a quick smirk then turns and walks back down the hallway. When she reaches the split off the lights flicker off and on again and she’s gone.

Atlas however….just smiles.
Within the locker room of the Intellectual Evolution, Nathaniel Dixon and Ami Kennedy perform a violin duet. He’s dressed in his ring attire, prepared for battle. She’s wearing a lovely flowery dress in celebration of Summer Solstice this Tuesday. They’re playing a sonata in G Minor, “The Devil’s Trill”. All things considered, it’s a little ironic.

Nathaniel Dixon: You’ll have to forgive me, Ami. I know I have been… a little protective of you.

Ami Kennedy: A little?

She playfully sticks her tongue out. He chuckles softly. They’re still playing while holding a conversation, never missing a note in the difficult piece.

Nathaniel Dixon: Aha. Perhaps I am a little overprotective. As the Head of the Dixon Family, it is my responsibility to protect each and every one of you. More importantly, I made a promise to your mother.

Ami Kennedy: It’s okay, Uncle Nate.

She opens her eyes and looks up at him as they perform while facing each other.

Ami Kennedy: All is forgiven. You were cordial with Monsieur DJL yesterday. Merci.

Even as she plays, she offers a polite bow and a sweet smile. Looking into his earth-colored eyes, careful observation can tell the slight discomfort he feels in his oldest niece spending time with the Lonestar, especially in recent times. However, he offers her a gentle smile.

Nathaniel Dixon: De rien, ma chérie.

The moment they conclude the duet, there’s a knock on the door. Before Nathaniel can even answer, it opens slowly. The camera focuses on the way his eyes widen for the briefest of moments. When it pans over, an unfamiliar man stands at the doorway. Ami looks over and gasps.

Ami Kennedy: Grandfather?

A tall man whose presence commands the respect of those around him…

Arthur Dixon: Hello, Ami.

He offers her a small smile.

Arthur Dixon: May I speak to your uncle in private?

Ami Kennedy: Ah… y-yes, of course!

She bows her head and sets aside her violin and bow. Once she dismisses herself from the locker room, Arthur slowly closes the door and stares back at his son.

Nathaniel Dixon: What are you doing here?

Arthur Dixon: Oh, your Mother wanted to celebrate Father’s Day with the entire family. My sincerest apologies for not attending the family gathering yesterday.

Oh, the dry sarcasm bleeds. Nathaniel narrows his eyes.

Nathaniel Dixon: That’s not what I meant. What are you doing here?

There is no charisma in his voice. Only stoicism. Arthur smirks.

Arthur Dixon: Hm… I wanted to see for myself why this industry is so important to you. I figured I would show my support.

Nathaniel Dixon: ...you? Show me support?

At that, his father laughs!

Arthur Dixon: Oh, please… Do you know what a lovely Father’s Day gift would be?

Nathaniel is glowering. Arthur chuckles.

Arthur Dixon: Your complete and utter defeat.

Out of blatant disrespect, Arthur turns his back on his oldest son. He leaves Nathaniel standing there with a cold smirk on his face. The Lord of Charisma clenches his fists and grits his teeth. Setting aside his Stradivarius, he snaps the bow in two with an intense grip.
The scene shifts from one part of the backstage area to another. The scene fades in on the locker room of the Children of Nephilim, but unlike all the other times in the past there were no candles or other dark, dank things filing the room.

In fact the only thing in the room at all seemed to be two of the black robed demons and the hulking form of Josie Bridal. The muscular woman seemed to be packing her bag as the last member of the family to leave.

Miranda Augustino: “I still cannot get over how big this woman is.”

Seth Ernst: “And doesn’t always feel the need to let the world know. Modest….for a psycho.”

Josie suddenly leans up, placing her hand on the locker and her eyes blink. A faint humming sound leaves the woman as she opens and closes a hand down near her side. One of the two remaining demons left in the room turned their attention to her and from behind the blank black mask a male voice asked.

Demon: “Lady Abaddon?”

Voice: “She’s a little under the weather!”

The sudden appearance of a mystery voice was followed by the sickening sound of steel on bone. The demon, Josie and the camera all turn to find the Titan Atlas standing over a black clad demon. It was a male in his forties, shown beneath the ruins of the mask which had been split clean in half by a blow from the steel pipe in Atlas’s hand.

Miranda Augustino: “Atlas! Oh this is bad!”

Seth Ernst: “But what’s going on with Josie?!”

Josie moves forward as if she intended to take the fight to him but she can only take a single step before she collapses to a knee. The second, and final, demon in the room looks back at Josie and then to Atlas but before he can react his hesitation costs him.

Atlas comes forward with the pipe at the ready and swings, taking the demon across the face with such force that, like his companion, the mask splits down the middle. The demon went completely limp, falling to the side and into Abaddon she was still having a hard time coming up from a knee.

Atlas: “What’s wrong Josie?”

Atlas throws a hard right hand down at the downed woman, taking her in the side of the head and sending her to the side on the floor. Once she was down Atlas put the boots to her, into the side of the head and shoulder before leaning down and taking her by the hair.

Atlas: “It’s almost like someone drugged your water.”

Miranda Augustino: “Nooo….he didn’t?!”

Seth Ernst: “He did! AHAHAHAHA! Even the odds Titan!”

Josie tried to defend herself but couldn’t seem to clear her mind as Atlas rains down blow after blow after blow. Finally he reaches down and grabs the hulking woman by the hair. Trey pulls her up like she weighs nothing and then turns and launches her spine first into the thick metal door that dents when she hits it.

Atlas: “You and your ilk just had to keep pushing me didn’t you?!”

Josie however doesn’t scream or yell….she looks up, blood running down her mouth and chin and actually begins to laugh weakly. Atlas takes her by the jaw forcing her to look up and snarls into her face.

Atlas: “The fuck is funny bitch?”

Josie Bridal: “You think it was bad before? Wait until you hear how they grunt now….”

Atlas’s eyes narrow and he pulls her up again and turns toward where the wall met a window leading out into the hallway. The camera shifts to a shot of the hallway outside just before the glass shatters and Josie slams into the wall on the other end of the hallway collapsing limp to the floor.

It turns to find Atlas standing in the window breathing hard through his nose before he turns and disappears and the scene fades.
The camera starts up backstage where we can see the newest backstage interviewer on Trauma, Christian Lawson, standing next to Kasey Kash, with his version of the Undisputed Championship over his shoulder, and his pregnant fiancee, Erika Crawford standing by his side.

Christian Lawson: ”Christian Lawson here backstage with the, self proclaimed, true New Frontier Undisputed Champion… Kasey Kash. Kasey, how are you feeling tonight?”

Kasey looks at Christian and smirks, before giving his answer.

Kasey Kash: ”Mate. I’m doin pretty fuckin good. Confident. This, my friend, is the ball starting to roll. After I beat Natey tonight, I can move onwards and upwards to the Guardians of the Pyramid match… where I can redeem my loss from last year.”

Christian Lawson: ”Speaking of redemption, you managed to get your big win over your former best friend, Kai Morgan. Does it bother you seeing that he seems to have fallen off the wagon? The same way you seemed to, after the loss of your Uncle, Beau Haste.”

Kasey stares daggers through Christian, who just stands there with a stone cold look across his face after he asked the question.

Erika Crawford: ”Umm, I think I can answer for both of us here and say that we hope Kai gets the help he needs. I know from first hand experience with what Kasey went through that it takes a lot out of someone. You can’t really help them yourself. They’re the ones that need to come to you and ask for help. Seeing Kai in this state is upsetting, and we’re hoping he comes out the other side of this the same way we knew him.”

Kasey Kash: ”...and just a heads up, I wanna like you, Christian. I get it right… I get it’s your job to ‘ask the hard hitting questions’… but don’t mention Beau again… not unless I brought it up first, understood?”

Christian just looks at Kasey and continues his line of questioning.

Christian Lawson: ”So tonight, you’re fighting Nathaniel Dixon tonight in a Guardians of the Pyramid qualifying match. If you were to win tonight, how would you ensure that you won’t end up failing on the grand stage again like you have two times previous?”

Again, Kasey looks frustrated at this line of questioning, but soldiers on.

.Kasey Kash: ”Simple answer? Third times gonna end up being the charm. Long answer? I know what I need to do to make sure that history doesn’t repeat itself for a third time. I know I have what it takes to make sure I walk out of this match, then… then I’m gonna dethrone Adrianna Salvatore… why? Because I’m Kasey… Fucking… Kash. ”

Erika then steps in front of Kasey and speaks into the microphone that Christian is holding.

Erika Crawford: ”Aaaaand we have some news here tonight… don’t we, Kase?”

Kasey looks down at her and smiles.

Kasey Kash: ”Oh yeah… Gender Reveal of our child tonight… you’ll know when you see it happen. Later, Lawson.”

Kasey offers Christian a fistbump, which Christian accepts, before Kasey and Erika walk out of frame, and the cameras fade.