NFW Trauma #88! 11/12/2022!

The scene transitions somewhere in the backstage area. Dressed in her street clothes is Diamond Caldwell. The crowd cheers seeing her on the big screen. For someone who was laughing after their match last week against Lana Corvin, she doesn’t look all that celebratory.

She takes a deep breath before telling the world what is on her mind.

Diamond Caldwell: “I am not going to insult your intelligence. Did I tap out before the three count was made? Yeah. I did. The proof is in the footage. Yumi wasn’t in the proper position to see me tapping out. Does Lana have a gripe? Partially.”

She sighs having to concede that point to the world. A few months ago she would have glossed over the tap out. This is a different Diamond Caldwell. Takes a moment to compose herself. She gives the audience her undivided attention again.

Diamond Caldwell: “As much as Lana brags about being a Corvin; being this wrestling god or The Favored of the Goddesses or whatever self important nickname she branded herself realize their shoulders were on the mat? Yumi did slap the mat one, two... at some point shouldn’t someone who claims to be better than the rest of us realize, ok, what’s going on here? Wouldn’t letting go of the hold be the smart play? This is Lana we’re talking about right... has intelligence truly been her strong suit? As good as she is, it sickens me to admit that, the reason why she’s in this predicament is this unreasonable obsession with me.”

Diamond rolls her eyes. She grits her teeth.

Diamond Caldwell: “Would the honorable thing to do is agree to a rematch? Probably. After all the things Lana has said. Talking about me like I am some woman who came off the streets with zero knowledge of this sport. Telling me I belong on Destiny, how lucky I am, attacking my wife... wow, what a new concept. She doesn’t deserve to share the same ring, much less breathe the same air as me.”

“Lana. Sweetheart. Know you’re watching from somewhere. I am your favorite person after all. Do yourself a favor, talk to your Daddy. Ask him, what should I do now? If he has any fatherly instinct that exists, he’ll tell you, Lana. Honey. Sometimes in life you need to move on. There are some battles you can’t win. This obsession with Dat Girl is a battle you can’t win. Consider this a teachable moment, Lana. Sorry I failed you. Now, it’s time you learn some humility. Better now then later, right dear?”

Diamond flashes a cocky smirk.

Diamond Caldwell: “We’re done, Lana. This is one fight you can’t win. Why? I am DAT GIRL. Deal with it, bitch!”

Diamond dusts imaginary dirt off her shoulders. Diamond turns her attention to just off screen as none other than Lana Corvin slides into frame. That ever present condescending smirk on her arrogant face. She chuckles for a moment before speaking.

Lana Corvin: I’m not going to take the low road, like you did in your little speech, Diamond. I’m better than that. Though even I can admit you have one accurate point in all of that. I don’t deserve to share the ring or the air you breathe with you. Because I am above all that. I’m above you.

She pauses for a beat.

Lana Corvin: As far as what my father would tell me to do? Do you honestly think I don’t know what he would tell me? I don’t have to ask him. It’s been ingrained in me longer than anything else. It’s something I’m going to do right now actually.

As soon as that last word leaves her lips she swings on Diamond catching her off guard. The two start trading blows, neither seeming to back down from the other. After a solid shot from Lana she follows it up with a knee to Diamond’s gut and the two then tumble to the ground.

There they roll around jockeying for position. After a long struggle Lana gains control of the situation. She comes up onto her knees with Diamond beneath her face down. Lana grabs Diamond’s right arm and pulls it back a bit with one hand. She then starts to lay into her shoulder. She brings the point of her elbow down onto the joint repeatedly. All while pulling back on that arm.

This continues for an excruciatingly long moment. Then security is on the pair. It takes three of them to pull Lana off of Diamond. Diamond remains on the floor clutching her shoulder. The security by her steps in between the warring women. As Lana is dragged off an NFW medic arrives on the scene to check on Diamond’s shoulder.

Seth Ernst: Well that was uncalled for! What the hell?!

Miranda Augustino: Lana Corvin looking to make an example at the expense of Diamond Caldwell’s well being!
The cameras come into focus and as it does we are treated to the backstage area. We are surrounded by darkness and all of a sudden we can see the illumination of a red light-saber flickering. We are able to see glowing hazel eyes as a hooded cloak begins to speak

Jenny Williams: I think that after last week everybody should be taking me serious now. I thought I was going to be in the ring with one of the Parkers however after certain situations had to play out I noticed that wasn’t going to be the case. So I made sure to make quick work of The Soz. However I don’t want to get caught up in how I decimated somebody who clearly didn’t belong in the ring with me. I rather talk about what I did to get my own Fucking respect. I targeted Ayu Megumi. When she wasn’t looking I came out and I completely beat the unholy hell out of her. I bet you are wondering why?!

Jennifer grin’s as she pulls her hood off showing off green hair that is lit up within the darkness. She grins evilly as she begins to speak some more.

Jenny Williams: To be completely honest when I made my debut I did so under the disguise of being Crystal’s sister in law. I know she was married to my brother, and I happened to father a child to her brother but this has nothing to do with Christina. I am not on the same righteous path that Christina is on trying to prove herself as she beats the cunts that are the Queens of crap. My passion is my selfish need to have as much power as I possibly can. I see Ayu as my ticket to power and the power of the dark side flows fiercely throughout my body. I am already CEO of one of the most powerful companies in the entire world in Willcorp. However I want to experience more power than that in the corporate world. I want to have it in the Goddamn ring. At the age of 37 it may be that time is slowing down and I am getting older every day.

She takes a deep breath laughing as she shares more of her heart.

Jenny Williams: However I refuse to see anything like that. I see myself as an opportunist and it was eleven years ago when I won my first World Championship. I won it twice and I want to climb up so I can get to that level again. Could I have simply asked for a United States Championship match?! I definitely could have. However I am not in the business of trying to do anything in an honorable sense. I am here to TAKE what I want. I want to exert my power and exert fear into anybody that crosses me. Ayu happened to be in my way and I had to put a Bitch on notice. If anything you should be thanking me because I could have done worse. I could have struck you with my lightsaber.

Jenny grins as she twirls her glowing red light saber (kendo Stick). She twirls it all around before bringing it at her side.

Jenny Williams: I could have taken extreme measures and use some force lightning on you. I do believe I have something to showcase that dark power that I possess.

An evil laugh escapes her lips as she shows off a cattle prod to the camera. It has the Willcorp stamp on it and she holds it high into the air pressing it as we can hear sparks of electricity going off. She flicks her hair as she looks further into the camera.

Jenny Williams: You see Ayu. Answering an open challenge just isn’t my style because I don’t do things on your terms. I do them on MINE. I will get into the limelight and when you walk in darkness like me you aren’t above bending the rules to suit you. In fact in my eyes the end definitely justifies the means and it’s time to do whatever it takes to prove my point. If I have to shock the hell out of you or beat you down with my kendo stick. I will do that. This is my territory and that United States Championship will be mine. I am from a very fucked up family and I witnessed so much shit. I witnessed my brother cheat on so many women when he was married to Crystal. He broke her heart. He slept with her best friend and got her pregnant. He treated his kids like shit. He made everybody out to be a victim and I never understood how somebody could be so venomous. I tried to defend all of my loved ones to rise up against my brother, but then it dawn on me.

Jenny laughs hysterically now.

Jenny Williams: It might have seemed like he was evil but he was only building something up within me. I could only see the power that he had when he struck fear into everybody else. It didn’t matter if it was his enemies or even his closest loved ones. He created a sense of power and I wanted that for myself. So now that I am here on Trauma I will have that power. I will fill in this need for power and it will be satisfied by taking what I want and when I want it. I have to thank Isis because I hadn’t really wrestled for years. However the great Goddess that is Isis saw something in me and has taken me as her protégé. I am going to make her proud as I use Trauma as my playground. Utopia may not be in existence but for a woman such as me. I feel like I am in another world. I will be the modern day Darth Vader and I will strike down any who rise up against me. So please give me everything you got but it won’t be enough. Welcome to what will be my playground. This is my quest for power, my journey, and my story. There are many chapters to this arc that will be fulfilled and it’s time to write it all out. Friend, foe, family… I don’t give a fuck. I am taking what’s mine. Love it… Night night and sweet courtesy of yours truly…. LADY DREAM!

She cracks a wicked grin as we fade out on her glowing green hair and we go elsewhere.
"Ponytail No Shushu" By AKB48 hits the entire arena the crowd got a positive reaction for her. Ayu walked out with a smile and her NFW United States Champion. She pointed at the fans as they called out her name. Ayu smiled brightly before she bowed to her fans before she nods her head to the fans before she makes her way down the ramp before she slides onto the stage and asks the mic from the ring announcer to talk.

Ayu Megumi: I came out to talk about what happened to me last week, I would like to tell Jenny if that's how you challenge my champion. I'm ok to answer your challenge. But you are no different from Nova who used to attack me like that. I don't really like the way you choose to do it but ok it's something that can happen at any time in wrestling. But I'll show Jenny how much she tries to attack me or take advantage of me. I won't let anyone who does that to me win my championship. I believe in justice that justice will always prevail. And so it will be when I am still holding the NFW United States Champion. You have the right to hurt me as much as you want Jenny because now I see you as my challenger. And I see that you are very thirsty for wanting to be a champion. But do you think it's that easy? Do you think you will become the new champion after you attack me? Unfortunately it might not be as easy as you think and yes I am going to say that because I am Megumi and I will not let you walk away with my champion. Since you dare to challenge me, why won't I give you the best of me? I'll let you know that you made a terrible decision to do this to me. Do you think you want to play a psychology game with me? Unfortunately, I won't let you get what you want. And as I am your champion Are you ready to regret failing? I hope you can handle failure Jenny because you can't blame me if you fail. Because this is your choice. I'm ready to defend my championship.

Ayu lowered her mic down and wait her opponent to coming out to her.
So far, the crowd has been going crazy for the show, and the roar of the crowd can be heard in the middle of the ring. Lynyrd Skynyrd's "Still Unbroken" blared over the PA several minutes later. A short time later, Nakita Niles appeared onstage wearing a black leather jacket, camouflage cargo pants, black combat boots, and a white crop top. As she walks down the ramp, she looks at the crowd for a few seconds before walking off the stage. After getting to the ringside, she walks up the steps and enters the ring. With a smile on her face, she takes a moment to look around. She moves towards the ropes and grabs a microphone. Her music fades, and she puts the mic up to her mouth.

Nakita Niles: Since I started in this company, I wanted to prove to myself that I'm as talented as I say I am. But I failed in that. But then I won against Logyn Bailey. She's talented a heck and deserves all the respect in the world. When we faced, I knew I had to better myself, and I did.

She thinks about the match and smiles. She knows that she had to make the mark if she wanted to win.

Nakita Niles: After feeling that superkicks, I had to take advantage of the opportunity that got presented in front of me. While Bailey was distracted, I set up my Rightful Justice. After she was done arguing with the ref and turned towards me, I let her have it. What's next for me? Well, I think I know, and that's continuing to get better. I'm going to train my butt off and continue to fight in the middle of this square circle. It doesn't matter who I face, win or lose, I'll prove I belong here.

She smiles and points at the crowd as they cheer loudly and chants her name.

Nakita Niles: Whatever comes my way, I'll make sure that you guys leave happy. That ceiling above you is just in your head. I'll climb that ladder and I'll break that ceiling. And I'm going to show you all why I'm not just another pretty face. Nothing will stop me from proving my worth, and I'll never stop fighting.

She lowered her hand and finished what she was talking about.

Nakita Niles: Broken or not, I'll never run away from a fight. You can't cast me out, and you can't hold me down forever. Cause sooner or later, I'll get right back, and I'll continue to fight. And I'll continue to break the cycle, and you can bet on that.

She lowers the mic as "Still Unbroken" hits the P.A system as the scene fades to a commercial.
Backstage at the arena, the Queens of Chaos, Ollie, and Zara’s cousin/manager, Marley. Zara, Lilith, and Kaya were already in their ring gear, seemingly ready for their upcoming Trios Champion Contendership match against La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil, Arsenal, The Socialites, and Bene Elohim and Abaddon. This was the chance for the Queens to show just what kind of dominant force they were wherever they went.

Zara Ivory: Everywhere the Queens of Chaos go, we show exactly why we are some of the most dominate women. Tonight will be no different with Lilith, Kaya, and I going out there and showing the other 4 teams just who they’re messing with. No one has what the Queens have, and they never will.

Zara nodded lightly, licking her lips a little. Was she nervous? Of course, it was her first match back in the ring in a couple of weeks. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Ollie getting hyped and Marley just nodding along with her cousin’s words and trying to keep a straight face at Ollie acting goofy in him getting hyped. Zara fought a little to keep a straight face as well, but then she looked between her two teammates and smirked, Kaya and Lilith smirking and nodding beside her.

Zara Ivory: Longtime friends, family, followers of the creepy ass fucker, and I say that respectfully considering it’s coming from me, yeah that’s cool and all, but it’s got nothing on the Queens. We’ve become driving forces when given the proper chances to do so. We know it’s not what we’ve accomplished everywhere else that matters, so we are going to go out there and show these other wrestlers why we are the team to beat.

Zara paused and looked at Lilith and Kaya, both of whom were still smirking. The sisters stepped forward a little, nodding a little between themselves then at Zara.

Lilith Parker: Consider yourselves on notice, Heroes. This is your one and only warning.

Kaya Parker: At WrestleWar, the Trios Championships will come home with the Queens. Nothing will get in our way.

Zara Ivory: And that’s a promise that can be taken to heart. Let’s go y’all…we’ve got a gauntlet to win.

The group turned to walk down the hallway, the 3 wrestlers beginning to go over their strategy for the match one last time.
The room is dark, perhaps needlessly so. But perhaps that’s just how Damon Cross likes it. And who is just about anyone else walking God’s green earth to tell him that he’s wrong? After all, his mood has certainly been black enough lately. Even the promise of a championship opportunity against the vehemently, viciously verbose Kasey Kash hasn’t been enough to draw so much as a smile from the Unforgiven. Considering the circumstances, however, perhaps that isn’t so silly.

But where were we?

There is a table, a folding chair and a contract with a pen. And just enough light to illuminate those objects and little else. We know Cross is there because he’s in the chair, but if he weren’t pointed out right from the get, you’d think it was just a shadow. The former World Heavyweight Champion leans forward a little, but his face is still mostly shadowed over with his dark hair falling in his face, masking his features along with natural shadows. He sucks in a slow, heavy breath, then lets it go. Fingers close around the pen gradually but, before he puts ink to paper, Cross speaks.

Damon Cross: I should congratulate you, Kasey.

The disbelief is clear in Damon’s tone; he couldn’t fathom what he’s about to relate, even when he’s moments away from doing it.

Damon Cross: As much as it disgusts me to say it, it sickens me even more to admit it. I wear my pride, as well as my heart, on my sleeve. It is both a blessing and a curse, that. But you…

He points the pen at the camera, one of those fancy, old-school fountain pens… but the way he gestures at the camera, and at Kasey Kash, figuratively speaking, makes it more akin to a sword. The significance should not be lost on anyone.

Damon Cross: ...you are the first person I can ever remember who ever made me think… or feel… that the gold isn’t important.

A dry note of laughter…

Damon Cross: You, Kasey Kash, you magnificent, blasphemous, bottom-feeding motherFUCKER-

…which grows in intensity…

Damon Cross: -went so vile and malicious with the utter bullshit that you talk-

…until the Unforgiven sounds borderline insane from all the dark hilarity!

Damon Cross: -that I don’t even GIVE a FUCK about the TITLE anymore!

Then, just like that, the laughter dies down. Damon puts his free hand through his hair, pulling it away from his face a little. He leans in, almost enough to show his full features, and his voice drops to a whisper.

Damon Cross: You don’t know when to shut up, Kash, and that will be the death of you one day. Thing is, you still know exactly what you’re doing. I might respect that if I weren’t convinced that you’re little more than gutter trash in need of a trial by fire. Unlike you, however, I’m not a fool. I know what you’re capable of and what this match in Canberra is going to be like. After all, this is your country, your people. You’ll be their hero no matter how heinous you are. Your crimes and transgressions are forgiven by them without a thought. Superman himself would be shunned and booed were he standing across the ring from you. I know it, you know it, they know it. All of NFW knows it, too. The home field advantage is something you cannot put a price on.

So… well played.

The pen is put down and Damon claps, sharply and briefly, toward the champion.

Damon Cross: Or is it?

Picking up the tool again, he taps the business end against his lower lip, a twisted grin manifesting.

Damon Cross: An opponent mad enough to forget the prize on the line just to hurt you, in a hostile environment certain to bring out the worst in them, and all the motivation in the world to make you suffer like no one else could. Someone who has proven that, at their worst, or best depending on your opinion, can become an unstoppable, blood-soaked maelstrom of hate and violence who changes lives and careers without an inch of a fuck given. That’s who you provoked, Kasey. That’s who’s coming for you, ready to soak the dirt of your homeland with your essence. It’s giving me the tingles just thinking about it…

The grin remains, but the tone no longer matches; Damon is clearly angry. He has been for weeks now. And Kasey Kash knows exactly why that is.

Damon Cross: You dared to let the name Markus leave your diseased mouth. You brought my daughter’s blood into this. You lashed out at my wife like a rabid animal, something we all know that you’re not, Kash. And that’s the worst part of it:

Only now does the grin fade.

Damon Cross: You know exactly what you’re doing. Again: it would be worth of respect to most others, opponents or otherwise.

He paused for a few moments, flipping the pages of the contract. A few noises of understanding are made… “hmm” and “uh-huh” and all that. Damon continues until he reaches the last page, then leaves it open there. He stands up after.

Damon Cross: It would have been perfect, if not for one small variable you didn’t consider, Kasey. Now, try to stay with me here:

Standing from the chair, Cross grabs the rim of the lighting fixture, directing so that we can properly see his face for the first time. Nothing looks peculiar or out of place, yet seeing him is still a little scary for some reason.

Damon Cross: Out of love and loyalty to them, I have refused to become “that person” again. No need for explanations; even YOU know who that is.

Did his eyes go fully black there for a moment…?

Damon Cross: And Canberra will not be the exception. God is dead. The Monster is imprisoned. The Man refuses to give in to either again. So how, then, do I deal with someone like you, whose transgressions may very well outshine anyone else’s in my storied history, Kasey? I ask that knowing full well that you don’t give two shits, that you’ll see this and have a laugh about it, thinking I’m full of shit. And you’re welcome to that opinion. But humor me: with all other avenues exhausted, from whence comes the drive, the energy, to do to you what needs to be done, to make your countrymen weep and gnash their teeth and wish for my horrible death?

How indeed…

Perhaps it was a trick of the light. Damon lets go of the light, which sways a little, as he puts pen to paper and signs the contract for the title match formally. From within his jacket, he takes out a polished red apple, a Fuji from the looks of it, and takes a large bite. He chews, swallows and licks his lips… then places it on the table. He twirls the pen in his fingers idly before finally giving a response to his own question.

Damon Cross: ...and yet, the answer is so obvious. I’ll just be what my dear, rotting mother always said I was!

And just like that, he twirls the pen sharply and rams it deep into the bitten apple, almost down to the table beneath it! He chuckles softly, taking his hand away from both objects, placing both palms flat on the table and staring right into the camera, whispering quietly to it and those watching.

Damon Cross: I’ll become… a devil.

There’s a flicker of red in his mostly-hidden eyes before he leans up and walks away. The apple, oddly enough, is dripping juices from that bite… yet there’s a reddish tint to them now, staining the corner of the contract before the video fades into the same shot, later in the day, as Kasey Kash walks into the room, Undisputed Championships over both of his shoulders.

Kasey Kash: ”Look at that, he got blood on the contract. How… cute.”

Kasey says, pulling out the chair and sitting down, looking at the contract.

Kasey Kash: ”Alright. I’m supposed to talk about… well… whatever the fuck I want to talk about. SO. Let’s talk… Damon. Old mate… here’s what I have left to say to you.”

A moment passes… Kasey takes a moment to think, before continuing his thought.

Kasey Kash: ”There is one way… and one way only… that this match between us ends… actually… let me check something really quick.”

Kasey flips through the contract, reaching a page and beginning to chuckle, which then grows into a laugh.

Kasey Kash: ”Oh you stupid… stupid cunt… nah now there’s REALLY one way this match ends… you’re gonna be in MY fucking world. You’re gonna fucking realise that getting this match that you THOUGHT you wanted… was a fucking mistake, Damon… You do not WANT this match against me. You might think you’re in this for redemption for Danni and Li? Nah… nah nah nah…”

Kasey signs the contract, and writes something else that the camera can’t quite pick up.

Kasey Kash: ”... See. You’re not in this for ‘Redemption’... you’re in this for your own personal gain. You couldn’t give a flying fuck about redemption, motherfucker. YOU are in this for your own selfish fucking reasons. You’re the reason I’m not fighting one of my best friends in my hometown. You came into my fucking show, and like a big dick in the lockerroom, expected everyone’s fucking attention. So you know what? I’m gonna kick your fucking teeth in. I’m gonna send you home to Danni and Li, a broken shell of a fucking man. You’re in my domain. You… you are going to fight me…”

Kasey picks up the contract, and turns it to the page he wrote something down on, revealing that, just like WrestleWar last year, it was originally blank… but has now been filled in.

Kasey Kash: ”...in the match type that my fucking father made famous… you’re gonna fight me… in my hometown… on MY fucking turf… in MY fucking match… in a WOLF CREEK DEATHMATCH… Damon… I hope you and Li got some sort of life insurance plan figured out… because if you keep this shit up… if you show up in Canberra, any less than one hundred percent focused… I fill end your worthless fucking existence. I will stomp your fucking skull in, in front of your wife and screaming daughter… why?”

Again, Kasey laughs a sinister… sinister laugh.

Kasey Kash: ”...Because I am the motherfucking Anti-Christ of New Frontier… and it’s about fucking time people started to put some respect on the name… Kasey… Fucking… Kash… so Damon… this is your final warning… you better say goodbye to your loved ones, because when I’m done with you? They’ll have to identify your fucking corpse via your tattoos.”

And with that, Kasey steps up out of the chair, and looks directly into the camera.Match #

Kasey Kash: ”...because we all know Danni’s track record with boytoys getting murdered… and it ain’t lookin great for your chances against me.”

As those last words leave his mouth, a sick… sick smirk forms across his face, as Kasey walks out of frame, and the scene fades.
We cut backstage to find “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones standing in front of an NFW Trauma backdrop dressed ready to compete with her trademark custom black leather jacket on.

Stacy Jones: So the time has finally arrived!

Jones outstretches her arms.

Stacy Jones: For the first time ever it’s Kai Morgan going one on one with Stacy Jones!

She lets her arms drop back down to her sides now.

Stacy Jones: I really do hope that you’ve found your passion and love for this great sport, Kai. Not just because I feel like you still have so much to give to this business… but also because I want to step into that ring tonight with THE BEST Kai Morgan possible!

The Unbreakable One shrugs.

Stacy Jones: What can I say? I’m after that Undisputed Championship and I took the current champion to his limit two weeks ago and now I’m going up against the current number one contender. And if I manage to pull off the victory? I don’t want there to be any doubt from people. I don’t want to hear people tell me that the only reason I won was because you weren’t at the top of your game, Kai! You got to the finals of the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament! You defeated EVERYONE you stepped into the ring against except for Morgan Payne in the finals. THAT is the Kai Morgan I want to see across the ring from me tonight!

Jones then stuffs her hands into her jacket pockets.

Stacy Jones: Can you do that for me, Kai?

And with that, The Unbreakable One takes her leave as we cut elsewhere.