NFW Trauma #81 - 08/13/2022!

We see Eavan Maloney walking through the backstage area with her manager, Kita, and Kita’s girlfriend and could just as easily be a bodyguard, Camille Harrington. Eavan arrives at a door that says ‘Locker Room - Ashley Kenyon’.

Eavan Maloney: Well, what do we have here?

Kita: I do not think this is a good idea.

Eavan Maloney: Why not?

Kita: It is wrong to disturb another’s belongings and space without invitation.

Eavan starts to get frustrated and before she can say or do anything, Harrington at five-ten and thus towering over both women, interjects.

Camille Harrington: Kita’s right. You would only be bringing more heat on yourself than you have already.

Eavan Maloney: I just want to see something because I’m curious.

Eavan pulls a bobby pin out of her hair and starts to fiddle with the lock for a few seconds before it opens. The others are visibly impressed. Eavan shrugs as she opens the door… to an actual broom closet. Eavan slams the door in frustration.

Eavan Maloney: You’d think after she came out of one of these, she’d stop wanting to go back in.

Camille crosses her arms and glares down at Eavan.

Camille Harrington: Are you always like this? Using low-level humor, deflecting from upcoming opposition?

Eavan stands up, practically nose to cleavage to Camille, not backing down.

Eavan Maloney: Yeah, yeah I do. Wanna know why? Because I can. You think I don’t know who I’m up against? I’ve been friends with Bethany Kenyon for a lot of years, first time ever fighting her, but see, I respect Bethy. First match back in NFW, they threw me in the ring with Jeszica Gautier, who I also respect, and I teed off on Jezzy like she owed me money. Tonight, I get the good Kenyon sister. And I’m going to do the same thing.
Kita: You remember what I showed you, and you will win.

Camille takes a step back.

Camille Harrington: What’s this obsession with Ashley then?

Eavan Maloney: Obsession? No, far from it. This is delayed retribution and I’ve been waiting a long time to deliver. Thing is, Ash isn’t ready yet. She’s still so full of herself, so full of thinking she’s right and been right all along. She only sees what she’s wanted to see, and always so quick to try to keep me in lock-step with her but that will all end soon.

Eavan turns to the camera.

Eavan Maloney: Ashley, I really hope you’re in Bethy’s corner tonight so I can see that laugh of yours turn to sobs of anguish. I want to see your smile and your swagger fade to anger. Bethany is only a casualty of war that you’ve been avoiding, Ash, so it is only fitting that you get to see your SISTER fall. Just… like… the others… did.
The camera opens upon Bethany Kenyon standing by herself by a door as if waiting on others to arrive.

Bethany Kenyon: Hi, Eavan.

She shakes her head sadly.

Bethany Kenyon: I knew this was coming the second you said you wanted Ash. I knew, they’d make Jezzy and me fight you first…

Shrugging, Bethany’s smile is both unmistakable and unshakeable.

Bethany Kenyon: Given all the training sessions with the Maidens, I spose this should be almost like practice for us, huh?

A smile comes to her face.

Bethany Kenyon: Well, I, for one, welcome this. Now we get to see how we do when it counts! We go out there before a live crowd, cameras rolling and we let it all go. I know you can rock and roll, so let’s see what happens here. Eavan Maloney and Bethany Kenyon, two people who have been to the top of the mountain in other companies and climbed mountains here as well now colliding for the world to see!

She points to herself.

Bethany Kenyon: I’m excited to see what you can really do up close and personal!

She nods, her smile just as bright as before.

Bethany Kenyon: See you out there tonight, Eavan. Can’t wait!
The scene opens with the Heroes for Hire standing in the backstage area led by their manager in chief, Gregory Murphy, as their leader Mark Storm also lingers in the background. Shinobu, Richardson and Watson each have their championship belts buckled around their waists as Murphy steps into the forefront of the frame, slimy grin and everything.

Gregory Murphy: "Ladies and Gentlemen, the Heroes for Hire are at your service."

He rubs his hands in excitement as he so often does, his grin stretching from ear to ear.

Liam Richardson: "You've got what you've wanted. A shot at the champions. I'll give it to ya girls, you've made yourselves known and because of that, this opportunity has opened up for ya. But let's not get it twisted, this opportunity - is an indictment, and now you're gonna have to suffer the consequences. We didn't just become the champions overnight, it took weeks of hard work and labor for us to get our hands on these... though don't get me wrong, it took us quicker than most but that's just because we're an elite team, and you'll soon be finding that out for yourselves, believe you me…

I haven't got time for the niceties or any of that bollocks, alright, because let's be honest - you don't like us, and we don't like you neither - but that don't mean we're gonna underestimate you, we know you're gonna be packing as individuals, but as a team - that's when everything becomes a little sticky. You girls wanna form a band now and come at the champions, thinking it's just gonna be an easy route for a title? Sorry to disappoint you, but that ain't happening, not on our watch! Tonight, we'll show you why we're the best trio's team here on Trauma."

Richardson takes a step backwards as Watson emerges forwards, clapping his teammate over his words.

Miles Watson: "Alright alright, damn son, you were spitting... facts, straight up facts and if these ladies had anything about them, then they'd know not to underestimate us. Teams have done it before and look where that's got them, at the bottom of the pecking order, wanting to feast but never getting closer enough to the grub! We're at the main table, feasting, snacking, with the main course buckled round our waist, sitting high and pretty but with our eyes wide open because we know there's gonna be challengers coming from left right and center! Like we said last week, we're all down for challengers! So let's dance and see how tonight goes Queens of Chaos!"

Shinobu takes to the forefront.

Takashi Shinobu: "We are the champions for a reason. Queens of Chaos are talented no doubt, but tonight, you're the ones who have to step up to the plate and show us what you've got. We're continue doing ours like we have been doing, stealing the show every damn time!"

As Shinobu lurks backwards, Storm steps forward.

Mark Storm: "Another week I'm not in... I'm thinking tag me, c'mon I wanna shot - but my time will come... soon enough, Your Hero and Mine, will arrive. "

The scene gradually fades.
The scene opens backstage to find “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones standing there in front of a Trauma backdrop. She’s dressed to compete with her signature black leather jacket and with a look of intensity and fire in her eyes.

Stacy Jones: Welcome to the fucking party, Zara! You’ll have to excuse the lack of balloons and cake though, because that’s reserved for after I get my hands on you and beat your green-haired ass all over the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Colosseum!

She shakes her head.

Stacy Jones: You know? I’m getting pretty sick and tired of the four on two beatdowns! And no, Jessi… it isn’t because Ayu-chan and I don’t have anyone out there who is willing to step up and help us, or whatever other childish bullshit excuse you can come up with in that little brain of yours! Because there are plenty of people out there who would love the chance to beat the Hell out of you and your fellow “Queens” and shut you all the fuck up!

Jones crosses her arms across her stomach and sighs.

Stacy Jones: But enough about the Queens of Chaos because they aren’t important now. Tonight? I’m going up against Pyper FrenZ, one of the newest acquisitions to the NFW Trauma roster. I watched your debut, Pyper… and I was impressed by your skills… and I’m looking forward to stepping into the ring with you tonight.

The Unbreakable One nods and finally smiles.

Stacy Jones: This match is surely gonna blow the roof off this place, Pyper. A real… blink and you’ll miss it kind of affair for sure. I just hope a certain group that has been a thorn in my side in recent weeks doesn't stick their noses into our business. Either way, I’m excited to see that explosive energy of yours first hand… so best of luck, honey and I’ll see you out there.

Jones then walks off camera as we cut elsewhere.
Pre-recorded footage is seen of a dressing room at an independent wrestling event in Chicago, IL, not far from the Vlad Blackheart Coliseum. This footage looks to be recorded from a cell phone as the camera is put into selfie mode showing Pyper FrenZ.

Pyper FrenZ: Hey, everybody! It's ya girl, PFZ, again coming to you from a small local show where I saw some of you. I suppose now is as good a time as ever to talk about my upcoming appearance at NFW Trauma this weekend. I gotta tell ya, friends, this place must see my potential in the business. They gave me someone to run through in that Canadian luchadore and he ended up getting a Shot Through the Heart in the end. You all knew it was coming, cheered me on in anticipation, and your hometown favorite didn't let ya down.

The angle of the camera gets bumped a little as PFZ appears to take a seat.

Pyper FrenZ: As I already told ya, NFW must see potential in me because instead of another talent to run through, they threw a proverbial wall in my way. They threw in somebody for my momentum to smack into, that somebody being Unbreakable Stacy Jones. Stace, there's no bad blood between the two of us here, obviously. Let's get that part out of the way right out. When I first signed here and was unsure of the status of my signing, two members of NFW talked to me about it and helped. Those were Kasey Kash, our esteemed top guy, and you, Stacy. Do you remember what we said on Twitter from the very start? Let me refresh and inform those who are out of the know.

Pyper switches apps on her phone causing the camera to go black as sounds from her fingers tapping and swiping the screen can be heard.

Pyper FrenZ: I know, this isn't the most professional of promos nor is it the highest quality. Ah! Here it is! I told you that since you're signed to NFW, there's a good chance we'd end up working together in the ring. Together or opposing. I'm fine with either. Stace, I'm still fine with either and this'll add to the experience of us both if always learning is, in fact, something you truly do as a ring vet. I don't think you woulda bullshitted me back then, so I believe you.

The camera comes back on.

Pyper FrenZ: I'm no spring chicken like chick you've been training with. Fourteen years total, a couple years shy of you, with ten of my years comprising my professional career. I'm not going to say I'm better than you, but I'm no pushover either, I just prefer to let actions speak instead. Who comes out winning will be the better between us on that night. Stace, you seem like you're full of respect and so I won't go through my usual spiel to dig on ya. That's got absolutely no place in our confrontation. I'm not gonna pick on your pale complexion while I'm here with this thing on my face. We don't give a damn about that small stuff. That's kid's stuff. We both had to deal with that enough in our childhoods and hell, that shit don't even phase me anymore at this point. Let me not get too far off the subject here, my girl.

Pyper adjusts the camera slightly.

Pyper FrenZ: Let's do like I was thinking back when we talked, crank it up, and bring that shit up another level. Give the fans something to enjoy and entertain the masses, all that jazz. Let's burn it up, light it up, smoke it up, do it up, whatever other expressions-it-up. Give me a clinic, vet, and let's learn from each other like we said. In the end, will I need a reminder of who I am or will I give you a fistbump to the chest? Stacy Jones, Unbreakable One... I need this victory to continue my momentum, but even if I lose against you, just having shared the ring with you will be and honor and worth the momentum loss.

PFZ gets up from her seat.

Pyper FrenZ: Friends, it's gonna be Stacy Jones against PFZ! It's not the main event, but it'll be the next best thing if we get to do it the right way. Stace, I'll see you on Saturday night.

Pyper punches at the camera and it goes black.

Pyper FrenZ: POW!
Seth Ernst: Well, this match is over! Sad as it is! It was one hell of a fight but the ref had to throw this one out!

Miranda Augustino: Asmodeus certainly looks pleased with herself!

Adrianna crawls into a corner, holding her shoulder as Asmodeus taunts the crowd. The referee tries to bid her to get out of the ring and leave but Asmodeus continues taunting. She doesn’t see an enraged Adrianna pulling herself to her feet and when she turns around in that direction, here comes the former Undisputed Champion with a GAMMA RAY BURST, spearing Asmodeus right out of her boots (theoretically of course)!!!!! Adrianna slaps her shoulder as she rolls up to a knee and grits her teeth through the pain. She’s seething mad now as she gets to her feet and grabs a dazed Asmodeus by the hair, pulling her up. She sets up for Ground Zero…

Seth Ernst: Here we go!!! Drive that demon back to hell where she belongs!

Miranda Augustino: Everyone in the silos!! Here comes the end!

Surely Miranda meant it as an insinuation for Ground Zero but before Adrianna can lift Asmodeus up, the lights in the arena go out.

Seth Ernst: Aw no.

Miranda Augustino: Awwwww, fuck!

Seth Ernst: We know what’s coming. What do they want with Adrianna Salvatore, though?!

The lights come back on to reveal the ring surrounded by over a dozen demons in their black hoods. Looming in front of the commentary table, startling the hell out of the announcers are Josie Bridal and Lord Lucifer himself!!

Seth Ernst: Holy Hell, they’re right in front of us!!!!

Miranda Augustino: DIOS MIO!!

Adrianna has let go of Asmodeus and turns her attention on the demons, absolutely sneering at the obvious intent they have. She motions with her better arm for them to come on and bring it if they’re going to. They don’t move a muscle. Not yet, anyway. It’s not until a closeup on Lord Lucifer shows…something. It’s not a nod. It’s not any motion with his head. It seems to be the simple, barely noticeable narrowing of his eyes before the demons suddenly rush to enter the ring as fast as they can, trying to get the jump on Salvatore. However, Adrianna explodes into action, going at the first demon who gets his head through the ropes and boots him in the face, dropping him to the floor. She clubs another in the head with a forearm and down he goes. She starts knocking them back off of one apron when more try to grab her from behind. She immediately throws back an elbow into one’s face and turns, kicking the other low between the legs before tossing him by the back of his neck over the top.

Seth Ernst: And here are the Demons! Trying to get the jump on Adrianna Salvatore!! We don’t know why!

Miranda Augustino: C’mon, Adrianna!!!

Adrianna is whipped into the ropes by a pair of demons only to come back and clothesline them right out of their socks. Another hits the ropes and tries to charge her but she runs adjacent, hits the ropes and levels him with the TA-01 (Superman Punch)!! There has to be almost two dozen of the hooded figures around the ring, trying to get in but Adrianna’s doing a decent job of keeping the numbers at bay. At this, again, Lucifer makes no notable signal but beside him, Josie Bridal moves forward and climbs onto the apron. Adrianna goes to Irish Whip a Demon into the ropes and almost sends him right into Josie but the large woman grabs him by the throat and just shoves him aside like an expendable piece of trash. It’s a standoff now as Adrianna and Abaddon of the Children of Nephilim stare each other down.

Seth Ernst: Beast of Hell and Beast of the Void, toe to toe, Mir! They might tear this ring down!

Miranda Augustino: They might tear this whole building down!!

Adrianna takes the first shot and blasts Abaddon in the face. Abaddon blasts her right back and the two start just teeing off on each other. Adrianna’s been through a match, however, so enough good shots from Josie leave her rocked and she staggers. Josie backs up and runs at her but Adrianna ducks underneath and hits the ropes for another G.R.B but Asmodeus reappears and grabs her by the foot. Adrianna turns around and Asmodeus spits green mist right up into her eyes. Rubbing at her eyes, Adrianna backs right into a Full Nelson Suplex at the hands of Abaddon. Asmodeus slides into the ring, followed by the remaining demons - about eight of them - and they surround Adrianna, starting to put the boots to her. Lucifer stands by, unwavering, just watching.

Seth Ernst: And the numbers game has gotten the better of Adrianna Salvatore! We need some help out here!

Miranda Augustino: They tried this with Lluvia Cane last week, and Atlas was right here! Where the hell is—

Seth Ernst: Hang on, Mir! I’m getting something from the back. Can we get a camera back there?

It takes a moment but eventually the cameras move to the back where we see Lluvia Cane on the floor, trying to cover up from an assault by about three hooded demons putting the boots to her.

Seth Ernst: Hey!! That’s Lluvia Cane!! The demons got her too?!

Miranda Augustino: What the hell is going on, man?!

The scene shifts to elsewhere backstage and we see The Titan himself, Atlas, outnumbered two to one by Bene Elohim. It looks like they’ve been fighting for a few minutes as Atlas is looking labored and worn but he’s keeping the twins at bay, barring a few well timed kicks they throw at his legs, trying to wear him down. He finally backhands Remiel as she comes in then catches Hananiel by the face and shoves her into a stack of boxes. Yet, as soon as he turns around, a painfully stiff kick nails him right in the ribs and he keels over. Another kick nails him in the back of the leg, with lightning fast succession and he drops to a knee. The camera pans out to reveal Sariel herself, standing at the helm. She doesn’t stop there though, as she catches Atlas’ attempt to grab her and twists his wrist. She throws a leg over that arm, almost using it like a base before snapping her leg out to kick the World Bearer across the face with a force so violent, it’s shocking to watch. Still holding his arm, she wraps that leg around the back of his head and forces him to the ground the rest of the way before starting to rain precision punches, with one hand into his ribs.

Seth Ernst: Dear…GOD!!!!!

Miranda Augustino: I…Seth, I…

Seth Ernst: Have you ever seen anything like that before?!

Miranda Augustino: Hell no!!

When Sariel stops, she releases Atlas’ trapped arm and steps back as Bene Elohim flank her on both sides. This whole time, that cold, emotionless stare hasn’t changed on her face. Together, the three turn and calmly take their leave.

Seth Ernst: Miranda, I am SPEECHLESS!!

We switch back to the ring where Abaddon, Asmodeus and the demons are still stomping the hell out of Adrianna when a voice finally comes over the PA.

Lord Lucifer: Enough.

The camera cuts to Lord Lucifer, now holding a microphone in his hand.

Lord Lucifer: It has become clear that the last message was not enough. Perhaps you all need another.

He lowers the microphone as the demons and Asmodeus step back. Meanwhile, Abaddon reaches down and picks Adrianna, who has gone almost limp, up to her feet and stands with her head tucked down under her legs.

Seth Ernst: What the hell is she doing now?

Miranda Augustino: We got the message. Leave her be!

On the contrary, Abaddon lifts Adrianna up for a powerbomb and, to the shock of the commentary team and audience looking on, takes a running start and powerbomb tosses her out over the top rope. Adrianna flies from the ring and lands with a sickening thud right on the threshold of the padded floor and the walkway!!

Seth Ernst: & Miranda Augustino: OH MY GOD!!!!!

Crowd: HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT! HO-LY SHIT!

Seth Ernst: CAN WE GET SOME GODDAMN HELP OUT HERE, ALREADY?!

At ringside, Lucifer raises the microphone.

Lord Lucifer: Heed this last warning: Kneel…or…Perish.

The lights go out…they come back on…and the Children of Nephilim have vanished from ringside as EMTs come rushing down to where Adrianna Salvatore lays sprawled out on the floor, completely unmoving.

Seth Ernst: Mir, she could…

Miranda Augustino: Aw no…

Seth Ernst: She could have something broken from that.

Miranda Augustino: Goddamn it, no. NO! Guys, we’re gonna take a quick break. We need to give them time to get her outta here. This…This is bad…

The scene fades out for an ad just as we see EMTs carefully getting a neck brace on Adrianna Salvatore.
No one had expected to see Zara Ivory back on Trauma, not any time soon at least, nor were they expecting to see her side with the Queens of Chaos! The green-haired beauty was dressed in a tight, black leather dress accented with her red leather, spiked jacket along with a pair of heeled boots. Her hair was lightly crimped, make-up was done simply though her lips were adorned with a dark red lipstick. She was on her to the locker room for the Queens when she noticed a camera following her. Smirking, she stopped in her tracks and turned to face it, a hand going to her hip as she did.

Zara Ivory: I was wondering when I would get tracked down though I’m surprised it wasn’t by Lawson or Winters. For the last week, all I’ve heard is why have I done what I’ve done. Where’s Marley been at, though that is her business and her business alone. I thought you had more respect than this…blah, blah, blah.

Zara feigned disinterest and examined her blood-red painted nails for a few moments before continuing to speak.

Zara Ivory: For weeks I ate loss after loss after loss, everywhere I wrestled. That respect I had? These sickly sweet, rainbows and sunshine bitches want you to believe respect gets you somewhere. The reality of it? It doesn’t get you a damn place! You have to go in, grab opportunity by its hair and tell it to be a good little bitch for you because that’s the only way you’ll get anywhere!

The green-haired bitchette let out a mocking laugh as she rolled her eyes. She carefully licked her painted lips before a smug smirk came to her face.

Zara Ivory: Jessi came to me with an opportunity. A chance to start fresh…be reborn, if you will. And I snatched that opportunity faster than a whore snatches a 5 dollar bill in this shit-ass economy. I knew greatness when I saw it, and I planned on being a part of it. It was a no fucking brainer when the offer was presented. The Queens of Chaos have arrived…and I’m ready to wreak some havoc on these pathetic bitches.

Zara grinned as she turned on her heel, seemingly to walk away. She paused for a moment then looked over her shoulder.

Zara Ivory: Oh…and Stacy? Don’t think I forgot about you in all of this. The party is just getting started, sweetheart. The Queens aren’t done with you yet.

Zara chuckled before turning her head forwards, continuing on her trek to the locker room.
Backstage, Ibbie is just about ready to go out for her match for the NFW United States Championship. She's taking deep breaths and doing a few warm up exercises to loosen up. Alongside her is her manager, Loree Merope.

Loree Merope: Ibbie, tonight is another big match for you and your second chance at the United States Championship. You lost to Stacy Jones the first time, and since then, you've had a three way match for the Genesis Championship and at Sudden Death, you had a chance at the Undisputed Championship. You've been on fire since your debut in March even if you don't feel that way. You've grown much over your tenure in this company.

Ibbie stops and takes another deep breath releasing it before speaking.

Ibbie: Loree, thank you for those words. I've had many opportunities, but I have yet to win when they come my way. Tonight, I'm going to take what I learned from those opportunities, what Stacy taught me this week, and all of those days of training in the past, and I'm going to apply them to my match. I'm going to do all of that and still be Ibbie! I feel ready tonight and feel motivated. A little nervous too.

Loree smiles.

Loree Merope: There's nothing wrong with a little anxiousness, my child. You remember how nervous you were when you came out to answer Stacy's challenge last March? And since then you've come out and spoken in front of all of your fans out there. You overcame and got better which is what you've been doing with your matches. This is no small match, Ibbie, you will overcome tonight and you will be in front of your fans celebrating with the United States Championship in your hands. Don't even put any doubt in your mind and you will soon find yourself becoming Big Match Ibbie. Have you seen on social media? You've got people already convinced. Ayu? Stacy? JAH? You even have the champion herself saying you deserve to be talked about. I will admit, I was surprised by that given the original motives of the champion shown over this past week, but she's made good points and I respect her more now than I did last weekend.

Ibbie briefly hums the chorus of "Blinding Lights" for a moment while nodding.

Ibbie: Yes, Faye says I'll have a tough battle tonight when we face each other. I don't doubt that, but I feel ready.

Loree smiles at her client.

Loree Merope: That's my girl! Now go out there and show me, the other wrestlers, Faye, and your fans, just what kind of Ibbie you are tonight and going forward.

Ibbie: I'm the best Ibbie. The best Ibbie I have ever been. Thanks to Stacy, Ayu, Kai, Lana, and everyone I've faced leading up to tonight. I've never faced Faye, but she's never faced me either. This should be interesting.

Loree begins walking with Ibbie and pats her on the shoulder as they approach the ready position. They are stopped short, by none other than Lorna who stands directly in front of Ibbie smiling and snickering. Ibbie shakes her head at the Kill-waii Princess who pulls out some loose fries from a small pack and puts one in Ibbie's mouth. This makes Ibbie laugh and breaks the tension long enough for Lorna to hug her and whisper something in her ear.

Lorna: Good luck, Ibbie. You'll either win the title tonight or another champion and roster member will respect you more.

After the hug, Ibbie looks at Lorna confused as she once again spoke plainly to her, albeit in whispers. Loree politely instructs Lorna to stay backstage and watch the match from the monitor and she nods obliging. The camera catches the two of them leaving the backstage area together.