NFW Trauma #93 - 01/21/2023!

The show opens up with Trauma GM Isabella Santiago standing in the ring. She smiles as she waves out to the crowd,the small bump already showing in her stomach as the camera zooms in on her.

Isabella Santiago: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the first Trauma of 2023!

The crowd at the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum gives a loud pop as Isabella chuckles a little bit.

Isabella Santiago: Now, I’m sure most of you have seen my announcement on New Year’s Day about the fact that Andrew Payne and myself are expecting a child together. Now, with that being said, I’ve talked with Mr. Brody and effective immediately, I am stepping down from my role as General Manager of this great brand that I helped bring to light three years ago.

Isabella pauses for a moment, gathering herself as she takes a deep breath.

Isabella Santiago: Now, with that being said, I couldn’t leave this place without a replacement and well, Andrew gave me a perfect idea for my replacement. I reached out to them just after WrestleWar and they couldn’t wait to be back in NFW, so without further adieu, please give a warm welcome to the new General Manager of Trauma…
As Isabella says that, the tron sparks to life as “Swamped“ by Lacuna Coil begins to play.

Seth Ernst: Is that who I think it is, Miranda?!

Miranda Augustino: I think it is! One of the most badass ladies to ever step foot inside of an NFW ring! We haven’t seen her in over three years!

Seth Ernst: What a way to kick off Trauma!

Miranda Augustino: This woman was a five time Women’s Champion and held that title for almost an entire year!
As the camera pans up to the ramp, out walks LeeAnn Viskan. As the crowd sees her, they erupt in cheers as LeeAnn stands there, just soaking it all in for a moment at the top of the ramp before she finally begins making her way to the ring. She gets inside, sharing a quick hug with Isabella who hands over her microphone before she’s helped out of the ring.

Crowd: Welcome back! Welcome back! Welcome back!

LeeAnn continues to just stand there, letting the cheers shower down on her and she milks it for as long as she can before she finally brings the microphone up to speak.

LeeAnn Viskan: NFW! It’s good to be home!

The crowd erupts once again and after a few moments, LeeAnn decides to speak again.

LeeAnn Viskan: That’s right, The Mistress of Pain is back, baby! I couldn’t be more excited for this new opportunity too. I’ve been gone for over three years, but that doesn’t mean I haven’t been keeping an eye on this company. Yeah, I’m looking at you, Morg. It’s about damn time you reached the top of the mountain. I’m so proud of you.

LeeAnn then turns and motions out to the entire crowd in the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum.

LeeAnn Viskan: And all of you, not forgetting who the hell I am, thank you. Now then, let’s get down to business shall we?

LeeAnn motions for the camera to zoom in on her face.

LeeAnn Viskan: This goes for the entire Trauma locker room when I say this. Isabella, she didn’t run the tightest of ships and she sometimes let chaos reign completely over her show. I don’t care who you are or how special you think you are. Nobody here will be getting special treatment and trust me,when I tell you, you don’t want to get on my bad side because unlike Isabella, I can fight back and I most definitely will if any of you even think about trying to undermine any authority. For those that are new to this company, I’m not called the Mistress of Pain for the leasure. But, as for me, I have important shit to do back in my new office. Enjoy the show.

“Swamped” begins to play once again as LeeAnn drops the mic and heads out of the ring and back up the ramp as the camera fades.

Outside the arena, a camera finds the members of Arsenal, Jeszika Gautier, Bethany Kenyon, Ashley Kenyon, and their manager, Nikki Peltier, standing in the parking lot. They seem to be waiting for something.

Jeszika Gautier: Is he always “fashionably late?”

Or someone.

Bethany Kenyon: Technically, he’s not late until the show actually starts.

Ashley cracks her knuckles.

Ashley Kenyon: What difference does it make? Motherfucker ain’t gettn’ in here without rollin’ by us first. I, for one, kinda hope he tries to big-time us!

Jeszika nods, a knowing smirk on her face.

Jeszika Gautier: That would be fun!

Bethany shakes her head disapprovingly.

Bethany Kenyon: Guys… that would not necessarily be fun… at all.

Ashley Kenyon: And why not?

Bethany Kenyon: You know what we’re dealing with here. Nik looked into it. You can't just go off on him like you did Dean Matthews and you damn sure can’t go after him like those guys a couple of years back in the parking lot at Hybrid.

Ashley’s teeth grind in anger.

Ashley Kenyon: He should be so lucky!

Bethany sees Ashley’s hands heading towards the holsters on her thighs and whistles.

Bethany Kenyon: You can’t just go John Wick on him like Steph is a fucking puppy!

Ashley turns to face her older sister, a look of acute anger on her face.

Ashley Kenyon: This whiny fucking bitch has been crying about not getting enough attention ever since that damn giant cage match at Invasion last year. He didn’t get the credit, but the Kingdom did, and you want me to stand down because of… reasons?

Bethany Kenyon: No, I don’t want you going to jail for something stupid! No Glocks!

Ashley crosses her arms and rolls her eyes.

Ashley Kenyon: Yes, MOM!

Just then, a dark SUV with tinted windows pulls up. The members of Arsenal turn to face it expectantly and watch as two men in dark suits with matching sunglasses step out. The first one steps over by the back door of the vehicle while the second one walks over towards Arsenal.

Man #1 Excuse me. Are you Bethany Ann Kenyon, Ashley Marie Kenyon, Jeszika Belle Gautier, and Nicholette Gold Peltier?

Ashley Kenyon: What if we are?

Bethany Kenyon: Ash!

The man nods and holds out some papers. Confused, Nikki takes them and looks at them.

Man #1 You have been served.

Jeszika Gautier: The fuck?

Nikki Peltier: It’s a restraining order… against all of us.

Ashley Kenyon: You gotta be shittin’ me!

Bethany Kenyon: What’s it say?

Nikki looks down and takes a deep breath.

Nikki Peltier: The four of us are hereby ordered to remain no less than two hundred feet away from Nathaniel Elijah-Alexander Dixon unless booked against him in an official match. If the said match is a one-on-one match, only the person booked in the match and the legally recognized manager, me, are allowed at ringside. The other two members of Arsenal are legally enjoined from being present during said match under penalty of arrest for assault and violation of this order.

Ashley Kenyon: Motherfucker!

Jeszika Gautier: This is bullshit!

With that, the two men in dark suits are joined by a group of security personnel who escort Arsenal to the agreed-upon distance.

Ashley Kenyon: What an incredible pussy ass bitch move!

The back door of the vehicle opens and the Dixon Brothers emerge from the car. Nathaniel wears a knowing smirk, arrogantly and almost cruelly as he lightly taps his temple.

Nathaniel Dixon: On the contrary, Ms. Ashley Kenyon, it’s a tactical strategy.

With a playful wink, he struts past them toward the door of the building.

Jeszika Gautier: This bitch!

Hearing the emotional turmoil, Maximilian stops in between his older brother and Arsenal. His lips quiver a little before he politely bows to the four.

Maximilian Dixon: My apologies, ladies. I am the one responsible for writing up the restraining order. My services were needed for this exact scenario. Please excuse us… and good luck in your match tonight.

That was unexpected.

Nikki Peltier: Wow… and people think y’all are different, B…

Bethany shrugs.

Bethany Kenyon: It happens.

Looking toward his younger brother, Nathaniel chuckles softly.

Nathaniel Dixon: Come along, Max. Stay close to me. There are some rather… unsavory people in this company.

Maximilian Dixon: Y-yes, brother.

Apologetically, Maximilian bows his head in Arsenal’s direction. He joins Nathaniel, who nods to the ladies with a smile, and together they walk through the open doors and quickly disappear into the building.

Nikki Peltier: That was… interesting…

Jeszika just shakes her head.

Jeszika Gautier: Fuck!

She turns and almost kicks at the dirt as the four stand there seething.

Ashley Kenyon: This is NOT over!

Bethany Kenyon: We’ll think of something…

Ashley Kenyon: Fuckin’ right we will! God as my witness, that fucker is not getting away with this!
"Swing" by Sofi Tukker starts to play and the crowd immediately erupts almost blowing the top off the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum! Spotlights hit the entrance area and on the stage is Aisha with her crew consisting of six men and four women evenly split up on either side of her. The tron lights up suddenly with Aisha's logo displayed as all eleven hit synchronous dance moves impressing the onlookers continuing to dance until the beat breaks in the music. An abrupt boom of pyro shoots from the stage at that point and the lights go out causing the crowd to cheer in amazement at it all.

Seth Ernst: What a spectacle! Yes, ladies and gentlemen, NFW has officially signed Aisha.

Miranda Augustino: We've really got Aisha? THAT Aisha?

Seth Ernst: We just saw her in quite an impressive introduction. So yes, THAT Aisha. The very same one who continues to top the music charts is now here in NFW to compete in the ring each week.

Miranda Augustino: I didn't know girl could even wrestle. Good catch, Trauma.

"Liquor Bottles" by Blunted Beatz fades in with the relaxed, slow beat contrasting to the previous song. All the lights come on, but dimly and Aisha stands with only two men from her crew on either side of her this time. She's now wearing a long fur coat over her ring gear, a pair of stunna shades, and a microphone in her hand. The camera gets in close as she smirks before proceeding to the ring sauntering down with the other two from her crew while saying her piece and the music still plays.

Aisha: Ayo, Chi-town! Imma let you cheer me in a minute, but when I have this mic in hand, you know Imma spit somethin important. I could mention that I'm going to rise to the top, I could say I'm championship material, I could even say I'm bringing non-wrestling eyes to the Splat! Network streaming service every Saturday Night helping NFW pay some bills. You know why I'm not saying those things? Because ya already know that shiiz.

Aisha reaches the ringside area, and her two crew members lift her up to the apron. She stands facing them as they get up and open the ropes for her and she steps through. The men join her flanking her sides once again and Aisha adjusts her shades before continuing. The music still continues to play as she speaks.

Aisha: That's right, fans of my music and dance are smart enough to know that starting at the bottom in NFW is just a technical formality. Then again... Not all of you here tonight are fans of my music and dance. Fans, do me a favor and explain to the others that I just called them stupid. They'll need your help because they can't figure it out on their own. Bet! On second thought, don't waste your breath on them and instead just cheer for ya girl!

The crowd emits some cheers, but the majority heard are boos. Aisha just smiles and takes it all in.

Aisha: Look, you can dislike my music and dance all ya want, but Imma show you something spectacular in the ring tonight and you gon love me after. Now that we've had our fun, it's time to get down to business. Speaking of that...

Aisha finishes her last word with a hard T and then looks over at Jimmy Bones outside the ring who is waiting to begin the match.

Aisha: Hi, James! How are you?

Aisha waves to her opponent, but Jimmy doesn't look very entertained by the entertainer in the ring.

Aisha: You may be intimidating with your face paint and your black threads. You may think you're unique and I'll give ya that. Yes, you heard me. I agree with you one hunned on the unique part. Unique, yes, I don't see anyone else in that type of get-up. People all grow up at some point in their lives... It just takes some longer than others. You gon get there, though, I have faith in you. One day you gon realize it's no longer the 90's and it's time to retire the Jncos.

Jimmy looks ready to rip Aisha's head off, but officials hold him back. Aisha removes her shades and one of her crew members helps her out of her fur coat. She hands off her shades to him before he leaves the ring and then Aisha taunts the audience saying that pair is too expensive to give out which gets a few boos from the front row.

Aisha: James, you'll never be on my level. Did you see how I came out tonight? NFW is gon get used to seeing that every night I'm booked. As for you, James, you'll still be relegated to "currently in the ring" status. Bet! Now, cut my music! James, get your goth ass in the ring, and let me add one more to your loss record. Oh, and NFW, ya girl is in the building and she gon be making some waves tonight! Bet!

Aisha hands her mic to the one crew member remaining who then exits as Jimmy Bones climbs into the ring from the other side and gets in Aisha's face with a few choice words. The ref steps in and holds both apart until he's able to call for the bell to begin the competition.
We cut backstage after that match to show Lana Corvin standing alongside her father Ashe Corvin. Both are dressed relatively casually given Lana does not have a match tonight.

Ashe Corvin: I imagine you are all wondering what I am doing here. Well, since I manage Lana and her wife Jamie over in HYBRID, why not extend that to over here in NFW.

Ashe paused while he and Lana both smirked.

Ashe Corvin: The last time you saw Lana she was doing what she said. That’s what we Corvins do. We say we are going to do something and we make it happen. Now that I’m fully and properly backing her, mark my words, Sooner rather than later she will be wearing NFW Gold. She will be the one everyone is talking about. The superstar that everyone dreams of facing.

Another pause. This time Lana speaks up.

Lana Corvin: Alexadra, Diamond, whatever, I hope you took all those lessons to heart. I hope you understand now. Because if you ever need another lesson, I’m always here. I find it fitting your wife has finally joined you on this roster. Great to have a pair of people constantly going through an identity crisis. I can’t wait to see all the uproar with how often you two change names. Gonna play hell on the advertisements.

Ashe Corvin: Everyone keep your eyes on Lana. She is going to start her ascent. She is going to show everyone why the Corvins are the greatest wrestlers that you have ever seen.

Both father and daughter mean mug the camera before walking off.
”Contrary to popular belief, and despite some wishful thinking, my story is far from over.”

The voice belongs to none other than Damon Cross, but fans of NFW knew that from the get. Love him or hate him, the Unforgiven gets a reaction. His path through NFW started as that of a man seeking redemption, continuing through to one of the company’s most dominant champions, to a defeated warrior trying to find his place-

Seth Ernst: Welcome back, fans! It sounds like we’re about to hear from Damon Cross-

Miranda Augustino: -which I’m all for, so long as he isn’t going to go on some diatribe about what he deserves or something.

Seth Ernst: Why do you automatically assume he’s going to do that?

Miranda Augustino: How long have you been a fan of this guy again?

-to the here and now. A new brand, a new year. But is it a new Damon Cross? Cameras center on him once more sitting in catering, where most of his time is taken up these days. Damon has found a table that he has to himself, that familiar leather-bound book in front of him with a pen in one hand and an apple in the other. He thoughtfully takes a bit of the latter before putting ink to page and scribbling down a few lines. He finishes that bite and his eyes avert toward the camera.

Damon Cross: I suggest you all get used to it.

There’s an air of challenge in his tone as he says that, staring in the camera as if daring someone to step up.

Damon Cross: Trauma is home now because there was nothing left for me to accomplish on Collision… and Destiny, quite honestly, is beneath me. Now, I’m well aware that that’s going to ruffle some feathers…

He laughs a little, taking another small bite and writing a little more before finishing his thought.

Damon Cross: ...but I don’t care about that. If someone has a problem, they can come down to the arena, knock on the door and ask to see the most prolific, skilled and dangerous wrestler in NFW. The kind attendants will walk you right to my door and you can say your piece to my face before I choke you out.

The smile lingers, though it’s more like a cocky smirk now. Not an unfamiliar look to be found on Damon’s face; the man’s earned his right to be a little arrogant. But his tone is on the cold side, putting a bit more weight behind the words.

Damon Cross: Not that most of you have the stones. You’d rather let your thumbs do the talking, blathering all over Twitter and elsewhere. And you do this knowing full well that if you were in the other person’s face? The only thing shut tighter than your mouth would be your ass, clenched like the fist of a Scottish arm-wrestler, at the thought of having to actually back up your mouth. Story of our lives.

Miranda Augustino: Oh, that’s DEFINITELY gonna offend someone! I love it!

Seth Ernst: Something’s got him riled up, huh? I wonder what it is…

Miranda Augustino: Maybe he’s tired of writing and eating and wants to be in the ring again? I don’t blame him!

Damon, however, offers no insight into why he’s speaking this way. Instead, he calmly finishes his apple and writes a few more lines in the book before setting the pen down and calmly closing it. He folds his hands atop it, after properly wiping them off so as not to get natural apple juice all over it, and takes a breath before staring at the camera.

Damon Cross: I’m here for one reason and one reason only: to become the Undisputed Champion. Everything I say, every move I make, every breath that enters my lungs: that is what they are geared toward. Now, Kai Morgan…

A faint bit of a smile.

Damon Cross: ...you’re a fine champion, no doubt. And your reign will be well-remembered when you call it quits, same as the reigns of people like Marilyn Matthews, Anton Crowley and, of course, Danielle Anderson-Debaillion. But that gold and leather in your possession is something I covet. Which means you don’t get to move, speak, fight or do anything else on Trauma without these eyes-

He spreads his index and middle fingers, pointing at his dark stare.

Damon Cross: -on you at all times. There is no escape either, Kai. You see, that’s how it starts: with these eyes. Then it moves to these.

He holds up his hands, curling his fingers into fists tightly enough that the knuckles crack.

Damon Cross: The hands that will lay waste to anyone in their way, the hands that will see me earn my shot at that title again…

The Unforgiven lowers his hands, though one moves to slam against his chest as a fist, his stare toward the camera and, naturally, Kai Morgan, getting colder by the moment.

Damon Cross: ...so that everything which lurks inside of me can burst out and consume you, making that belt, and the history that goes with holding it AND the World Heavyweight Championship…

Rising after a pause, he tucks his book under his arm and tosses the core unerringly into a nearby trash can. He stares after the disposed-of fruit, snorts out a laugh and turns back to the camera.

Damon Cross: ...becomes MINE.

Turning, he walks off without another word.
Ayu walked in with the NFW United States Champion and a bright smile after successfully defending her title at Wrestle War against Jenny Williams and beyond. She was even happier that she was able to do it in front of everyone she loved, Usagi Senshi, ARIA and Nami Megumi, and most importantly, her fans. Although she had a slight injury to her leg, it looks like her legs are back to normal now. Ayu walks up to Dakota Winters with a smile before she reaches out her hand to Dakota before they both shake hands together with a smile.

Dakota Winters: Congratulations on your success at Wrestle War, Ayu, and welcome back to Trauma. Looks like you've got a brighter smile, Ayu? What have you been up to for the week you've been on break? Can you tell us what you did after defeating Jenny Williams at Wrestle War?

Ayu Megumi listened attentively to what Dakota Winters was saying all along, she nodded with a bright smile before she looked at Dakota Winters, and then she turned to look at the camera with a bright smile on her face.

Ayu Megumi: I'm just celebrating with my family Nami and my parents. And celebrating the win with my girlfriend Usagi all night that night, or even celebrating with Jessi and Morgan after that night. I had a great night at Wrestle War, it was an experience I didn't expect. It was a great night for me and for everyone who supported me. I'm glad everyone saw my efforts succeed. I promise that I will do better because the path of my dream has not yet ended. My goals are definitely not over yet. I headed towards defeating the next challenger who would challenge me. And of course I'm ready for 2023.

Dakota Winters: Tonight you will face another mysterious opponent and we don't know who your opponent will be tonight. So I want to ask you how prepared you are for tonight facing your opponent tonight. And how worried are you?

Ayu Megumi slightly shook her head before she looked at Dakota Winters with another smile on her face, showing a hint of concern on her face.

Ayu Megumi: I'm not going to lie tonight that I'm nervous about my opponent tonight. To this day I have nothing to worry about defending the title. I may not know who will challenge me tonight. But I won't say I'm not ready. They could be anyone but they already know I will do my best to defend my championship. They already knew there was no way they could easily take the championship away from me. I've come here and I'm not afraid of who will be my opponent. I will do my best to prove that I can be a good champion even if people doubt me. And for sure tonight I will prove myself again.

Ayu Megumi finish her sentence before bowed to Dakota Winters who looking at her with smile before Ayu Megumi walk away from the camera with her NFW United States Champion and scene fade to black
While the official has Stacy Jones’ arm raised in victory, Diamond Caldwell shakes the cobwebs away and rises to her feet as Jones looks on. Caldwell nods at The Unbreakable One and commends her on a job well done before extending her hand for a handshake and Jones accepts it which gets a pop from the crowd.

Seth Ernst: It’s always great to witness respect between two competitors who just had a great match against one another, Miranda.

Miranda Augustino: While I prefer chaos, these two competitors killed it tonight and both deserved to win, but ultimately it was Stacy who picked up the win in the end.

Caldwell smiles and nods before she takes hold of Jones’ wrist and raises it up high to the delight of the fans in attendance. After several moments of the two soaking in the adoration and appreciation from the fans, Caldwell’s smile slowly fades and is soon replaced with a snarl as she suddenly levels Jones with a stiff clothesline!

Seth Ernst: What the Hell?!

Miranda Augustino: I guess Diamond wasn’t too pleased with the loss after all.

Caldwell then mounts Jones and grabs her face with her left hand.

Diamond Caldwell: You think you’re better than me, huh?! You think you’re better than me?!

Caldwell then proceeds to reign down on Jones with a flurry of nasty stiff elbow shots to the head which eventually draws blood as Dat Girl gets to her feet and right into the face of the official who has been desperately trying to stop this heinous assault.

Seth Ernst: What has gotten into Diamond?! Someone needs to check on the condition of Stacy here!

Miranda Augustino: Well, she basically went from being unbeatable to losing two matches in a row, Seth. That sort of thing messes with you.

Bleeding profusely, Jones slowly and subconsciously rolls towards the ropes in an attempt to create some distance between her and her attacker. Caldwell notices this and proceeds to climb out onto the ring apron and grabs Jones by her wet, blood covered hair and then hoists her up into a piledriver position.

Seth Ernst: No! Don’t do this Diamond! Stacy missed three months of her career last year after needing neck surgery!

Miranda Augustino: We don’t often agree, Seth… but yes… this is going too far.

Caldwell then drops Jones on the apron with the Diamond Driver much to the shock of the fans as they watch The Unbreakable One’s lifeless body slump to the floor as more officials charge down the ramp, some of them checking on Jones’ condition while the others make sure Caldwell is ejected from the area to avoid her inflicting any further damage.

Seth Ernst: What a sickening display from Diamond Caldwell here tonight!

Miranda Augustino: I dread to think of the condition Stacy is in… she hasn’t moved since she was driven head first into the apron.

Caldwell can be seen staring blankly at the carnage she just caused as a couple of EMT’s come down the ramp with a stretcher as we cut elsewhere.
Cameras cut to the entrance as the crowd hushes in anticipation to see who Ayu's opponent will be. Suddenly, "New Soul" by Yael Naim plays over the speakers and out from the back comes Loree Merope with a mic in her hands. She's dressed in business attire as usual as if she never missed a beat from the last time she was in NFW.

Seth Ernst: Loree Merope making an appearance tonight and that music can only mean one thing.

Miranda Augustino: I was getting used to not see Loree and that wrestler she manages.

The crowd doesn't echo Miranda's sentiment, but instead cheers Loree who then turns toward the entrance. Right on cue, the curtains near the entrance start to shake for a few seconds as if something is trying to get out from them and once they open, out comes Ibbie! The fans lose it as they cheer even louder.

Seth Ernst: It's Ibbie making her return to NFW tonight! She's answered Ayu's open challenge. This is exactly how she came into this promotion last time.

Miranda Augustino: Last time she faced Stacy Jones and lost. While Ayu Megumi is no Stacy Jones in my opinion, I hope the outcome of this match will be the same for Ibbie as that match.

The music fades out as Loree stands beside her client and smiles, putting one arm around her and holding the mic with the other hand.

Loree Merope: Good evening, Trauma! Yes, Ibbie is here to answer an open challenge from one who has always given her a run for her money in the ring. Someone who has just as much ability as her and has proven time and again to be equal in ability to my client. Together they were a strong force and as a team are undefeated. That was the past and we've both moved forward from that. Let me no longer take up everyone's time, but instead let my client, Ibbie, say what she needs to say.

Loree hands the mic over to Ibbie and the crowd cheers her on as she prepares to talk.

Ibbie: Hi, I'm Ibbie!!!

The crowd answers her back with a "Hi, Ibbie" which causes the awkward woman with the mic to let out a slight giggle.

Ibbie: NFW Trauma has been the home of me! Ibbie! I want to first say that NFW Trauma is once again the home of me!

Before she can say her name the crowd shouts it out for her which causes her to giggle again. She looks over to Loree who is smiling and clapping for her while her fans are cheering. Loree nods to her client who continues to speak.

Ibbie: I had to leave due to injury a few months ago, but I've had a chance to recover. Up until my secret reinstatement here, I've been training with Stacy Jones and I'm now an even better Ibbie than before!

Ibbie nods while her fans start to chant for her. Loree motions for them to be quiet, but even she can't stop them. Eventually they quiet down and Ibbie continues.

Ibbie: Ayu Megumi! Look at you, my friend! I left and had to vacate the United States Championship and you won it and continued to defend it successfully. At Wrestle War, you were the only champion who kept their title! You say "believe today, shine tomorrow." I now say you believed yesterday and shine today.

Ibbie lowers her head slightly and rubs her forehead as if in pain. Loree looks concerned for her client as Ibbie shakes it off and continues, but doesn't sound like herself.

Ibbie: Ayu, If you believed in the past and you shine today, what is next for tomorrow? I'll tell you what: NOTHING!

Seth Ernst: That was mean, this isn't like the Ibbie who held the United States title with pride.

Miranda Augustino: No, not at all, she's better! I like this version of Ibbie!

Ibbie: Ayu, Nothing is left for you tomorrow because you have no tomorrow. Tonight, I'm taking my title back! You never beat a champion to become a champion and while you were coming out every night doing the same things, I was improving and getting even better. You were equal to me in the past, but now I have exceeded my own past abilities. Can you defeat me now? I seriously doubt it. I'm still Myrand-- I'm still Ibbie, the best Ibbie, and you, Ayu, you're just Ayu Megumi.

The crowd starts to boo Ibbie as Loree grabs the mic away from her client.

Loree Merope: That's enough, Ibbie! I think you've said enough! Get to the ring now!

Loree looks disappointed as she gives the mic away to the attendant nearby. The two walk down the aisle as "New Soul" plays them to the ring.