NFW Trauma #102 - 04/01/2023!

Thea Crawford: Please welcome at this time, from Dallas Texas, Alexandra Calaway!!!!


The lights go down and "Mine" by Halestorm starts to play. The arena is filled with Red and lights and fog. The Silhouette of Alexandra can be seen at the top of the ramp. She poses on the top of the ramp and as the beat drops, she starts to make her way down the ramp, towards the ring. Stopping halfway down the ramp, she stops looking out over the crowd, before continuing on. She smirks seeing some of the signs people made, a cocky smirk crosses her face,as she lifts the Genesis Title in the air.

Alexandra Calaway: Surprise bitch, bet you thought you’d seen the last of me. You know, I have to hand it to Nakita, she tried. She REALLY tried, but it still just wasn’t enough to get the job done.

The crowd boos her and she just laughs, taking a few moments to pause thinking over everything that had happened at March Mayhem and since her signing with NFW in the last year. Licking her lips she continued to speak.

Alexandra Calaway: So I guess I should give a bit of an explanation as to what happened at March Mayhem. You see, there’s a lot of speculation and assumptions going on surrounding a little tiny incident that happened to Ms. Nakita Niles, during our match. After I slammed her head first into her birthday cake. It seems that she ran into a door. Was it opened? Yes. Was I responsible for it? No. I simply did what any good wrestler would do and I capitalized on her mistake.

She took a few more moments to pause, before bringing the microphone back to her lips and speaking one last time. She gives a smile and knows that this will be the final nail in their coffins.

Alexandra Calaway: That’s the thing, I did what ANY fighting champion would do. I busted my ass working harder than I have in the past few weeks. At March Mayhem I walked into that match. I’ve beaten records, broke the MOLD when it comes to what a REAL champion is. Nakita Niles, you feel broken down and beaten. I doubt if you even feel the same as you did before this match. I say you feel a lot differently. The moment we crossed that line, while they all said neither of them have the heart to end the other. But I did. I did what I had to do to REMAIN the Genesis Champion. And Nakita.. If you don’t like that, HELL if the Queens don’t like that, you all know where to find me.

The lights go down and "Mine" by Halestorm starts to play once more, filling the arena with sound, Alexandra lifts her title high and makes her way backstage as the show goes to prepare for the night's events.
*The video opens to a pile of various golden objects is shown. Goblets, coins, chains, crowns, and various other regal items, that all adorned with precious gems. The sound of the rushing wind is heard, followed by the sound of flapping wings. The mound of gold is shaken be blown as the massive creature comes into the shot. A giant golden dragon lands on top of the pile of gold. It looks like it's just landed there casually, but you know better than that. You can see its long neck stretch out over the entire mound of gold in one single movement. Its eyes look around curiously at the new surroundings. There are two smaller dragons nearby, both looking up from their own piles of treasure, but neither pile measures up to that of the massive golden dragon. With a mighty roar, the golden dragon sends the smaller dragons fleeing. The camera pans down to show a small dragon, who's only a foot or so tall, running off into the distance. The dragon looks back for a moment before turning to go after the fleeing prey.

The smaller dragon is quickly swallowed by the massive golden dragon. The second of the smaller dragons begins to flee as well when the golden dragon consumes him with his mighty flame.

"I think I'll take this," the voice says in an authoritative tone. "It seems to suit me more than those others." The Golden Dragon says as he moves their smaller piles of gold into his. The massive golden dragon smirks as his face slowly morphs from that of the dragon to that of Shinjiro Yamamoto. The pile of gold has changed into a throne draped in gold with various championship belts around him. He sits upon the throne, taking a sip from a golden goblet as the screen fades out. to a highlight video. *
The scene comes up inside the boiler room. Inside that boiler room is a lightbulb, and a steel chair is showing off. Nakita is sitting in that chair and wearing a black tank top, black combat pants, black combat boots, dog tags around her neck, and black tinted shades on her face. You can see a scar on her eyebrow from the battles a week ago.

Nakita Niles: "I've been through the worst week of my life. It's something that I would like to forget. I lost to Ally, I lost the LFL football game, I lost to Heather Haze, and I lost my job at ECWF. But you want to know something? I can erase most of those out of my memory, and we know which one I'm talking about. But one thing I can't erase is the match against Ally at March Mayhem."

"I think about that match, and it boils my blood. I was expecting a fair fight, but that's not how it went. No. I was screwed because Lana decided to interfere in the match. That there doesn't sit well with me, and I won't stand for it any longer. I want a rematch, Ally. Women to women. I want to see if you have what it takes to beat me."

She takes off her shades, and you see a scar under her eye from the scar from her eyebrow. She was angry but knows that she need to calm down.

Nakita Niles: "Thinking about you holding that title makes me sick to my stomach. Just thinking about that belt in your filthy hand makes me want to beat you even more. If anyone knows me, they know that I don't know the meaning of the word, quit. I won't quit until I take the belt from you, Ally. I won't stop until I know that the belt is in the hands of someone who needs a role model for all those children out there."

"If you don't accept my challenge, Ally. I'm going to keep bothering you until you get sick of me. The choice is yours and yours alone. So, understand it and live it, Ally. Until you accept it, I'm going to make your life a living hell. I'll see you sooner or later."

She puts on her shades while she continues to look at the camera. The camera finally fades to black.
The scene opens, to the familiar setting of the Heroes for Hire tour bus, stationed in the backstage parking lot. Strutting off of the bus, is the man who manages the group, renowned agent and manager, Gregory Murphy. He has that same snidey grin on his face that he always does, and is wearing his signature Dark grey suit and purple tie. He clasps his hands together, licking his lips in excitement before introducing his client:

Gregory Murphy: "Ladies and Gentlemen, it's a pleasure for me to be saying this... the Heroes for Hire are at your service!"

Emerging from the bus; The Kingdom's Assassin - Liam Richardson, The Technical Marvel, Miles Watson and The Golden Ace - Takashi Shinobu, all dressed in their gear, ready to compete.

Liam Richardson: "Back in the pit, where it all started. And we're up against the team we defeated to become the World Trio's Champions, way back when... The Socialites. Ladies, I've gotta say it's admirable that you're still here, honing your craft and trying to get back to the peaks you were once at…

But the boys, are back in town, and as long as we're around, there's no mountaintop that you'll be reaching, not with us about. Tonight it all comes full circle, our return against one of our greatest rivals... but we both know we've already got your numbers. This isn't going to end any differently to when we beat you for those titles, I assure you, we're back and we're even better."

Richardson smirks, nodding his head as Watson nods back at him.

Miles Watson: "This is what we do. Yeah, maybe we've got a chip on our shoulders, one that we're carrying and it feels like it's the weight of the world, crashing down on us. But this is what we do... we thrive in situations we're the odds are stacked against us, and everybody is expecting us to fail... that's when we rise, like a phoenix from the ashes.

We've done told everybody that we're the best team in the world on more than one occasion, hell - we used to say it and prove it, each and every week. Now, it's about proving that we still are. Tonight, we begin our journey to the mountaintop, back where we belong!"

As Watson finishes his sentence, Shinobu emerges from behind both of them, taking center stage.

Takashi Shinobu: "Everything has been leading up to this moment. We've been everywhere, accomplished accolades, but this place... this place, New Frontier Wrestling, feels like home. And now we're back home, it's time to clear out the trash and make ourselves welcomed.

The Socialites have the unfortunate task of going up against a team ready to take back the reigns. You're in our way, our first hurdle, but you'll have the distinguishable difference of being the first... and you can take that home with you."

Applause rings from the bus, as the leader, Your Hero and Mine, makes his presence known, joining his companions, dressed in black jeans, boots and a shirt.

Mark Storm: "This is what we're all about, ladies and gentlemen. The time for talking is over. From Your Hero, and Mine."

The scene gradually fades.
“Fly As Me” by Silk Sonic plays through the arena and every confused audience member turns their heads to the entrance way. Many fans lean over to who they’re with to ask ‘Who’s theme song is this?’

Jesse Nucross struts out with the most shit-eating grin you've ever seen with a cigarette still lit in between his lips. He flicks the cigarette onto the stage and stomps it out. He extends his arms wide with his grin turning into a wide smile that shows all of his pearly white teeth. As he makes his way down the ramp he makes a couple of kids who had their hand stretched out flinch and laughs about it. He stops at the bottom of the steel steps and quickly turns around to give the fans in front all a double middle finger. He makes his way into the ring now while laughing and struts across the ring and spits a fat loogy into the crowd. He shows off his smile again while loving every single boo directed his way.

He stands in the center of the ring still grinning while his eyes look back and forth behind his sunglasses, absorbing every second of this crowd welcoming him with a rain of boos. He’s handed a mic and holds it out directly in front of him to let the audience know he wants to hear them boo even louder and they do just that.

Jesse Nucross: Wow! What a bunch of assholes you lot are tonight in Chicago!

He grins wider and takes a step back with his very loose demeanor and enjoys the continuous boos.

Jesse Nucross: None of yinz even know my damn name yet and you’re booing me? I could be a great guy! Scratch that, Bozo’s, I know I’m a great guy!

Jesse laughs at every single fan while he slowly paces around the ring.

Jesse Nucross: The name you’ll all be cheering for from now on is Jesse Nucross, got it? That’s not up for debate either, if you all continue booing me for no good reason I’m gon’ hop down out of this ring and go punch that fat guy in the nose right there in the front row!

He points out a red-faced crowd member who was yelling profanity at him.

Jesse Nucross: That’s why I’m this ring and you’re not, lard ass! Ya know, I know exactly why all of you incels and female dogs keep booing me, really, I do. It’s because I’m about to be paid big bucks and I’m going to be able to literally lay down on my pile of cash and you’re all sitting there on your cellulite asses watching me enjoy life while you miserably eat your greasy hot dogs. The amount of chins you gain after attending these shows doesn’t affect me but what does is your money!

He gets hyped up and takes his red leather jacket off and slings it over the top rope with his eyebrows furrowed.

Jesse Nucross: Ya see this beautiful leather jacket? Costs more than your rent for your lame tiny ass houses in some random shitty neighborhood on the outskirts of Chicago.

He spits into the crowd at a woman who was shouting at him to shut up.

Jesse Nucross: No one tells me what to fuckin’ do, lady. All of yinz are gonna learn real quick that when your little favorite wrestlers come out here and come face to face with me, they’re not gonna walk out the same. Those Bozo’s pretending to be tough have no clue what’s about to happen to their necks as I make my way up the rungs of that bullshit fake ladder and take all of the championships and all of the money away from whoever you love the most. I don’t care about none of you’s or anyone else in the back’s feelings because I’m here to do what I want, when the fuck I want. Yinz might as well enjoy the ride because choking out your favorite wrestlers is about to be my favorite activity.

He flips the mic over his shoulder and leans up against the ropes of the hard cam and grins while he pulls another cigarette out of his pocket and lights it in the middle of the ring.

Before he exits the ring he stops himself and bends down to grab the mic with the cig still in his mouth.

Jesse Nucross: One more thing! You’re all fuckin’ losers!

He tosses the mic in front of him and takes off out of the ring laughing through his puffs of smoke. He flips off all of the fans in the ramp seats while continuing to laugh with the cigarette in between his lips. As the camera begins to fade to black he looks into the camera quickly and shouts

Jesse Nucross: Nucross cometh, bitches!
We come back from our final commercial break of the evening to the opening sounds of “Pretty Picture” by The Used. The Undisputed Champion, Kai Morgan, comes out from the entry tunnel, the title he most recently retained being strapped behind the jacket of his casual suit. He enters the ring, which is decked out fancily with a red velvet carpet. On top of it sits balloon pillars and streamers, with a myriad of pictures of Kai Morgan and Nova Juaquin standing on easels across the ring, and the centerpiece of it all being a huge cake! Morgan grabs a microphone, before attempting to speak into it. However, every word he tries to say gets drowned out by the vitriol of the crowd.

Kai Morgan: Awww what? Were you expecting someone else to be out here holding this? Did you seriously think that one of the idiots I had the displeasure of sharing oxygen with on Saturday was gonna be the one to knock me off my perch?

Kai raises up the Undisputed Championship belt.

Kai Morgan: Well then I guess you now feel just as disappointed as I was in the caliber of competition I’ve been faced with since becoming Undisputed Champion!

The crowd boos Kai as he continues.

Kai Morgan: It was honestly hilarious. Seeing both of my opponents have such high ambitions for taking this belt from me, only for them to come crashing down. Whether it was Damon Cross, with his “I wanna be the first to win ‘em both” agenda. Funny that he crawled all the way over to MY show, thinking he had a chance at reaching the top spot. Funny to think that he could beat me, when the last person to whoop his ass for this title no longer has a job here because of me. Shoulda went back to the B show when he had a chance. At least there he could stand above the inferiors.

The crowd boos louder for Kai, with the Undisputed Champion lapping it all up as he goes to cut down his other most recent challenger.

Kai Morgan: And don’t even get me started on that annoying Brit Nathaniel Dixon and his whole “I’m doing this for my dead sister” sob story. You probably think that’s so noble, right? “Yayyy, Mr. Dixon! Do it for your dead sister! You got this!” No he doesn’t. Dumb bastard is a quadragenarian rich boy with daddy issues trying to hang with some of the toughest talent in the world today. He’ll sooner join his sister in the grave trying to gain something she lost the capacity to care about when the maggots crawled in.

The heat Kai gets is nuclear by this point. Every single person in the arena is disgusted by the remarks that Kai is making.

Kai Morgan: Go ahead and boo. They aren’t coming out here to give me hell for it. They had their chance and they blew it. Now it’s back of the line for them. Hasta La Vista. Rest in piss. You won’t be missed. Because tonight isn’t about them. See, one thing that people are oh so happy to bring up about the nature of my victory last Saturday night is that I had a bit of help to get there. People seem to treat that like it’s something I’m eager to hide. Like I’m just sweeping it under the rug. So I decided to come out here and do the exact opposite. I decided to come out here and do something I should’ve done a long time ago.

Kai gets a bit more serious at this point.

Kai Morgan: See it was nearly six months ago that I was lost. I spent so much time trying to cater to you toxic, fickle fucks that I forgot what it was that made me so special. I forgot what it was that made me the Living, Breathing Instant Classic. But outside of my lovely wife, there was one person who drove me to accomplish my goals within this ring. One person who showed me the roadmap to success in this business. And that person just so happened to be the one who guided me to victory last Saturday. So ladies and gentlemen, I want you to put your hands together, rise to your feet, for the greatest representative that this business has ever known! Give it up, for Nova! Juaquin!

A spotlight moved to the entrance ramp where a smirking Nova now stood. She was decked out in a casual yet somewhat dressy pair of pants and shirt with a leather jacket over the shirt as well as a pair of black, heeled boots. There was a smirk on her face as she opened her arms, welcoming the boos and jeers she had started receiving from the crowd. It didn’t matter to her that the ‘fans’ hadn’t gathered that their opinions didn’t phase her…in fact, it just seemed to fuel her more as she made her way down the ramp and to the ring. Nova entered the ring between the ropes that Kai held open for her, nodded a thank you at him, then went to the opposite side, demanding a microphone, tapping her foot until she received one. Once she had, she moved towards the center of the ring, a smirk still on her face as she looked around the ring for a moment.

Nova Juaquin: Thank you for the lovely introduction, Kai. Really, this is all spectacular! As you were saying, 6 months ago, you were focused on catering to these fools. I was at home, having been forgotten, but always paying attention to what was going on in NFW and elsewhere. And what I saw sickened me…I saw potential being wasted, a star’s light being snuffed out.

Nova paused for a moment and turned her gaze towards Kai for a moment, giving him a small nod as she ignored the jeers from the crowd. She raised the microphone again to continue.

Nova Juaquin: That was when I knew something needed to be done…and I was the one to make sure that what needed to be done would happen. That has been my goal since joining Kai on his quest as the champion. People like to try and point out that we ‘cheated’ at March Mayhem, but the last time I checked…a TLC match has no rules other than getting the title from the hook. You can’t cheat when there’s no rules in place, after all.

Nova smirked and gave a little shrug along with a laugh before raising the microphone once more.

Nova Juaquin: I simply ensured the best outcome for my client is all. No one can tru-

Before she could continue any further, Nova was cut off by “Unbreakable” by Kingdom Collapse playing throughout the speakers of the arena bringing the fans to their feet as they begin to cheer wildly as Stacy Jones bursts out through the curtain and onto the stage, dressed in black leather heeled boots, a pair of skin tight black leather pants, a black “Unbreakable” T-shirt and her custom black leather jacket.

Seth Ernst: Well it would appear that a certain Unbreakable One has heard enough, Mir.

Miranda Augustino: It would appear so.

Jones cups her hands over her ears to listen to the fans, taking her time to soak in the adulation as an annoyed Morgan is pointing at the woman interrupting his special celebration while asking Juaquin what the Hell is going on, with the latter shaking her head and informs the Undisputed Champion that she has no idea as she glares at The Unbreakable One.

Seth Ernst: Kai Morgan doesn’t appear to be too happy with this interruption.

Miranda Augustino: Neither does Nova. I mean, if looks could kill? Stacy Jones would be dead right now.

Stacy finally begins to make her way down the ramp, slapping some fans hands on the way down before she reaches the ring and hops up onto the apron and then climbs through the ropes. She walks right by Kai and Nova, eyeing both of them on the way before asking politely for a microphone and she is handed one before she turns her attention to the Undisputed Champion and his manager as “Unbreakable” fades out.

Stacy Jones: Okay first of all… Nova?

Jones then points behind her to the ringside crew member in charge of handing out the microphones to talent.

Stacy Jones: I know you’re hanging out with this piece of trash who doesn’t know how to treat non-combatants… but you better make sure you treat these people with respect or you and I are gonna have a much bigger problem than we already have. Understand?

Juaquin just glares back at Jones in silence as the former US Champion now turns her attention to Morgan.

Stacy Jones: As for you, Kai? What exactly are you trying to do here? Competing with Johnny Towers on who can be the biggest asshole in NFW?

Some laughter comes from the fans as Stacy just shrugs.

Stacy Jones: You know what? I don’t really care what you’re trying to do… quite frankly… I’m just glad I came out here when I did so I could save these wonderful people here in the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum as well as the amazing fans watching at home from whatever…

The Unbreakable One looks around at the setup in the ring and motions to it.

Stacy Jones: ...this… is.

Jones smirks as she runs her free hand through her long black hair.

Stacy Jones: Anyway… I think it’s about time I got down to why I am out here tonight. Not only did I come out here to shut the both of you up… but I actually came out here to congratulate you, Kai…

Kai raises an eyebrow at this as the fans boo again.

Stacy Jones: No, no… guys… Kai should be congratulated. He should be congratulated because he proved himself at March Mayhem!

A smirk now grows on Morgan’s face as he begins to nod, however the fans still continue to boo him.

Stacy Jones: He proved that he’s a dishonorable waste of space who doesn’t deserve to be the Undisputed Champion!

Jones now has a serious expression on her face as Kai’s smirk has now quickly faded.

Stacy Jones: He proved that he doesn’t deserve to be mentioned in the same breath as former Undisputed Champions such as Griffin Hawkins… Anton Crowley… Adrianna Salvatore… not even Kasey… fucking… Kash!

Morgan twitches, not happy at all at the mention of his former best friend that he stabbed in the back.

Stacy Jones: What’s wrong there, Kai? Did I strike a nerve?

Jones smirks again, but it’s only brief as she quickly goes back to being serious.

Stacy Jones: You’re a disgrace. An embarrassment. And the longer you are Undisputed Champion? The more that very title loses prestige. You see… while I may disagree with a lot of things he does and says… had someone like Nathaniel Dixon won that championship at March Mayhem? He would have carried it with honor and respect! Had Damon Cross been the one to dethrone you last week? Much like he did as World Heavyweight Champion on Collision… he would have carried that title with honor and respect! And you wanna know who else would carry that title with honor and respect, Kai?

The Unbreakable One points to herself.

Stacy Jones: Me!

The fans like the sound of that and cheer wildly.

Stacy Jones: See, when I returned to the ring after several months out with injury… when I thought I would never ever wrestle again? When I came back I said I had one main goal in mind to achieve before I call it quits… and that goal is simple…

Stacy looks at the Undisputed Championship over Morgan’s shoulder and points to it.

Stacy Jones: ...to become NFW Undisputed Champion!

Kai’s intense look of disdain quickly turns to one of pure joy. Even Nova is confused by Kai’s jovial attitude as he proceeds to respond.

Kai Morgan: Ahhh! You got me! You got me all figured out, Stacy! Give it up for Stacy Jones, everyone!

The fans uncharacteristically boo for this introduction, knowing full well that Kai is being condescending.

Kai Morgan: The same Stacy Jones I beat a few months ago. Back when I was weak. When I was spineless. Back when I used to bend the knee to you fools. Here she is, in the flesh, walking up on me like she’s about something.

Kai gives an overexaggerated laugh, with Stacy rolling her eyes at this childish gesture.

Kai Morgan: Not gonna lie, you had me for a second. You really got me. Hilarious stuff. You actually made me think you had it in your head that you were coming for this next.

Kai raises the Undisputed Championship in the air, turning his gaze to it as he continues.

Kai Morgan: You know… all this talk about honor and prestige. About making this title mean something. You say that this belt means so much to so many people, and that I’m a disgrace to it, huh?

Stacy looks at Kai, who hasn’t broken his focus on the belt he’s holding in the air until he suddenly turns to Stacy again.

Kai Morgan: Well you’re goddamn right.

With that, Kai drops the Undisputed Championship on the mat in front of Stacy.

Kai Morgan: See, let me tell you what this belt means to me. This belt symbolizes two years that I had to spend following around a fool like Kasey Kash. Of having to watch person after person get their hands on it talk about how they’re gonna carry on the legacy of prestige it possesses. And let me tell you… I couldn’t care an inch less about any of that hokey bullshit. That’s why this is as worthless to me as all of them are.

Kai raises his leg, before stepping on the front plate of the Undisputed Championship belt.

Kai Morgan: There is only one reason that I wanna be Undisputed Champion… and that’s getting paid. People step up to face me for this piece of shit, I put them down for the 1, 2, 3, and suddenly my paycheck goes up by a factor of 10, 11, 12. That’s why I do this. That’s why I care about carrying this brand on my back. And I’m pretty damn good at it, otherwise someone else would be doing it by now.

Stacy stares daggers into Kai’s soul, all while the fans boo in disapproval.

Kai Morgan: And you all can boo for it if you want. All the boys and girls in the back can hate me for it all they want. But none of you are putting food on my table or taking care of my incoming son, so in my eyes, your opinion is worthless to me too.

Kai looks back to Stacy.

Kai Morgan: Especially yours. You wanna come out here. Try to skip the rest of the line and challenge me. Based on what? Coming back from a couple retirement scares and beating someone who lost their relevance about a year ago? You really think that’s enough for you to come out here and challenge the greatest Undisputed Champion of all time?

Kai waits for a response from Stacy, only to quickly cut her off before she can answer.

Kai Morgan: Well it’s not. So how about you turn around, head to the back, and let me show my appreciation to the only person in this business who’s worth a damn?

The Unbreakable One looks down, her face looking rather dejected as she nods before dropping her microphone and slowly walking past Morgan on her way to leave the ring. The Undisputed Champion begins to laugh as he watches this occur when suddenly, Stacy nails him with a Bat-Hammer!

Seth Ernst: And Stacy with a Bat-Hammer to Kai Morgan!

Miranda Augustino: She ain’t playing around!

Jones pops back up to her feet as Kai rolls out of the ring clutching his jaw as Nova glares at Stacy before charging at her, however The Unbreakable One hits her with a drop toe hold which sends Juaquin head first into the giant cake as the fans explode with laughter!

Seth Ernst: And Stacy sending Nova right into that cake! She’s completely covered!

Miranda Augustino: She may have ruined that wonderful outfit Nova was wearing!

Nova screams in shock and embarrassment as Kai helps her out of the ring as Stacy picks her microphone back up as well as the Undisputed Championship.

Stacy Jones: You listen up and you listen up good, Kai! You may be the Undisputed Champion right now, but you don’t get to dictate who is ready and who isn’t to challenge you for this! LeeAnn Viskan does! And taking into account several factors since I first started my career here in NFW?! She has deemed it so that I am next in line for your title! So go ahead and downplay me… and underestimate me! Try and make us feel bad by using the fact you have a family to provide for because you ain’t fucking fooling anyone! Even without that title… you’re already set to provide for your family! Mark my words that I will do WHATEVER IT TAKES to make sure that prestige and honor is brought back to this championship! And that these great fans… the very people RESPONSIBLE for why you’re able to get into this ring and do your job… once again have someone representing this brand that they can be proud of! Whether you like it or not?! I’m coming for YOU AND THIS!

Jones then raises the Undisputed Championship high above her head causing the fans to cheer wildly as a livid Juaquin is screaming at her while Morgan tries his best to clean the cake off her. The Unbreakable One finally places the championship down on the mat close to the ropes to allow Kai to retrieve it before she looks out to the crowd and shrugs.

Seth Ernst: Well this is surely going to be interesting, Miranda! Kai Morgan going up against Stacy Jones for the NFW Undisputed Championship!

Miranda Augustino: Question is, can The Unbreakable One dethrone the Living, Breathing, Instant Classic? We’ll find out the answer to that when these two clash but that’s all we’ve got time for tonight, folks! Goodnight!

Juaquin continues to yell at Jones much to the amusement of Stacy and the fans as the show fades out.