NFW Trauma #123 - 09/09/2023!

“Unbreakable” by Kingdom Collapse blasts out of the PA system and as soon as Jonathan Norris belts out the word Unbreakable, the New Frontier Wrestling Champion, “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones bursts out through the curtain to a thunderous ovation from the sold out crowd.

Seth Ernst: And we’re kicking off tonight with our very own New Frontier Champion, guys!

Jones remains on the stage and turns to look over her shoulder as Arley Kirk, Risa Lemon and Coda all walk out to join her.

Miranda Augustino: And she’s not alone.

Lucas Knox: After what went down last week, it’s going to be interesting to hear what these four women have to say.

The four women then proceed to make their way down the ramp, slapping the fans’ hands on the way before reaching the bottom of the ramp and they each hop up onto the apron and climb through the ropes before calling for a microphone each and they’re all handed one as “Unbreakable” fades out.

Stacy Jones: What’s up Chicago?!

The fans cheer wildly which causes the NFW Champion to smile and nod.

Stacy Jones: Standing in this ring with me here tonight… are three people that I respect and admire… which is more than what can be said about the four people who took it upon themselves to get involved in a match between myself and Coda last week.

Jones paces a little.

Stacy Jones: And the sad part is that I used to respect those four people in question. But anyone who knows me… knows that when you mess with people I care about… and when you stick your nose into MY business? Then we’re going to have a problem.

The Unbreakable One then points to Kirk.

Stacy Jones: You see this woman right here? Several weeks ago… after I defeated Cherry Blackman… it was this woman, Arley Kirk, who came to my aid when Cherry decided to beat me down after the match was over. She didn’t have to come out and help me… but she did. And while I know she never expected me to return the favor… I don’t take too kindly to bullies. Legacies are a bunch of bullies… and I refuse to sit back and let bullies run roughshod over the brand that I represent!

Jones now turns her attention to the other three women in the ring with her.

Stacy Jones: So basically ladies… the reason why I asked you to come out here with me tonight… is because I wanted to tell you all face to face that I am ready to fight alongside you against these bullies.

The Super Tiger grins, hugging Stacy tight before turning to the NFW crowd.

Risa Lemon: And we could not ask for a better ally, could we Chicago?!

The response from the NFW faithful is thunderous, and Risa drinks it in before putting her hands up with a giggle.

Risa Lemon: Okay, okay. Yes, Stacy, we are honored to have the champ at our backs. You've been a KTPG fan for… well forever, though I think Chelsea miiiiiiiight have you beat.

The Asian superstar giggles, the crowd laughing as well. She throws an arm around Arley's shoulder.

Risa Lemon: But that's something you, me, Arley, and Coda all have in common. Bullying? That's laaaaaaaaame. And what Legacies did last week? That's some top of the heap bad behavior!

Arley sighs as she looks deep into herself for a second, before she sucks it up and looks around at the fans and then at Stacy, Risa and Coda before her.

Arley Kirk: I… have had my share of them. Although we know by now that at heart, these people are more cowardly than we can ever imagine, it don't negate the harm these people do. I hate bullies. I ain't about to put up with it any time, any place, let alone in my gotdang workplace. Risa is right. Bullies suuuuck…

Arley looks at Coda and she makes eye contact, then nods gently.

Arley Kirk: Coda can tell ya all about what happens to people like Legacies, Yuh grrrl…

Coda: ... Ye grrrl. Adrianna Salvatore once unquestionably stood atop this brand as the NFW Undisputed Champion — now known as the NFW Championship Stacy Jones holds.

Coda gestures towards Stacy, who gets an enthusiastic cheer.

Coda: Yet, when I am given the opportunity to fight the current champion for a chance to show what I can do, she flanks herself with NFW Genesis Champion Otto Nova, Jamie Austin, Cherry Blackman to assure I am unable to get the win. Lana Corvin was likely not too far. Why? Because I stopped Cherry from attacking Arley in a match that did not include her. Because I helped, as friends do. As Arley helped Stacy. Now, this problem needs a solution.

Stacy Jones: And that’s where we come in. WE are the solution! So Legacies? Your days of unfair beatdowns and having the numbers advantage are over! Let’s see how you fair when the battlefield is even!

The NFW Champion then drops her microphone and “Unbreakable” blasts out of the PA system again as Kirk, Lemon and Coda all drop their microphones as well before the four women exit the ring and begin to make their way up the ramp, slapping fans hands on the way.

Seth Ernst: Well… I feel like that was a message sent by Stacy, Arley, Risa and Coda.

Miranda Augustino: Indeed. It’ll be interesting to see how Legacies respond.

Lucas Knox: Either way… when these two teams eventually do battle… it’s going to be an all out war.

The four women continue their way up the ramp before then disappearing through the curtain as we cut elsewhere.
The crowd is all going nuts and is waiting in anticipation for something to happen. It is at that moment that we are treated to an old school Hollywood countdown in black in white occurring on the screen.



The lights fade out as two spotlights hit the entrance curtain as it does Superstar by Lupe Fiasco begins to blast all across the speakers. The song begins to blare loudly and that is when we can see a figure emerging in all white begins to storm her out from behind the curtain. She is wearing a white hoodie along with white wrestling attire and a pair of pink boots. The front of the hoodie reads Rose Goddess, and on the back is written the phrase Reflection of Perfection. She grins as she stops at the top slowly taking her hoodie from off of her hair as pyros go off one after the other as Crystal Hilton is exposed to the crowd.

There is a following of paparazzi that meet her as does a red carpet. She takes in the appeal of the cameras, smiling as flashes begin to go off one after another. She slowly struts her way down to the ring as she slaps the hands of outstretched fans before she stops glancing at a special girl in the audience. She takes a pink rose from out of her boot and hands it to the fan giving them a hug. She smiles as a Hollywood Directors chair is brought out and she takes a seat in it smiling. She throws her arms upwards as photos begin to go off one after another.

She quickly stands up and then runs up the steps where she walks towards the middle of the apron. She blows kisses out to the crowd before dropping into a split entering the ring. The crowd begins to go nuts and she poses for all of the cameras as the flashes go off one after another, and she can’t help but ham it up for them as she calls for a microphone.


Crystal Hilton: Damn Chicago I didn’t even say a single word yet and already you are chanting my name. I really do love that. After all I do love my adoring public. However as much I love all of my Blossoming Roses, or should I say my Stars and Starlets. Let’s not forget that I am a Detroit native and did you all see what my Lions did to the Super Bowl champions on Thursday. It’s evident we are going to take the division this year.

The crowd begins to boo loudly as they roar with Lions sucks chants and then erupt into Bears chants.


Crystal Hilton: Hey I didn’t come out here to start a war. I love Chicago. I mean my baby girl is about to be your star wide receiver in the GFL so that’s always an amazing thing right?! As fun I love football in every aspect I didn’t come out here to talk about any other sport but the one you see me compete in every week. I came here to talk about wrestling and more importantly than that I came out here to talk about yours truly. I know it’s been a while since I stood inside of a ring and really shared how I felt. I know the people over in Zion are probably wondering the same exact thing. Why hasn’t Crystal said anything. Why has she been quiet on Social Media. Why isn’t she promoting or at least showing she cares?!

Crystal begins to pause as she smirks taking a depe breath as she continues to speak some more.

Crystal Hilton: The truth is I do care but it just seems for this past year and hell even the last three years I have been trying so hard to be somebody else. Whether it was me being involved in cheating on my wife to be with Alexandra or even betraying my own trios team in WWA to stab Seleana in the back to side with my baby sister Mariella. It has always been this notion of trying to be somebody else. It was about trying to be a ZDUNICH… Trying to be a LOPEZ, and trying to be a CALDWELL… It has always been about really trying to put on another surname as if I was keeping up with some fad but it was always wrong.

Crystal paces around as she speaks some more.

Crystal Hilton: It was always the wrong decision. Hell me being on Trauma wasn’t because I wanted to be here but it was because my wife Diamond was here and I was content with trying to force myself into a sidekick roll and just try to take on the legacy of the Caldwell name. It all sounds good but of course there’s always the bad decisions where I do something stupid and the world wants to come down on me because I fucked it up. FREE SELEANA… FREE DIAMOND… That’s what happens when you force so much stock into trying to be what they want you to be but realistically what do I want to be?! Who should I be?!

Crystal looks at the crowd smiling at them.

Crystal Hilton: For the longest it was about being Mrs. Williams and being Todd’s trophy wife. It was then about being Mrs. Millar, being Mrs. Zdunich and Mrs. Caldwell… I know it’s Crystallina Hilton Rose Millar Zdunich Lopez insert a name OMGosh Caldwell. However deep down I know who I am… I have always known and hearing Diamond tell me that she didn’t want me to use Caldwell because she wanted to establish her own identity. It had finally hit me. I am Crystal FN Hilton! I am the Rose Goddess! I am the Reflection of Perfection and I am the best women’s wrestler on the planet. I know people are probably wondering how I could mess things up by not building up momentum after being Jessi Osborne but forget that. It’s about what’s happening now and it’s time to get back to the basics!


Crystal Hilton: Tonight I get my level of respect back and I have something that I need to address. When I came to Trauma there was a woman who insulted me and we never quite settled our differences. At first it was about calling me out because of who I am married to but I don’t want that to be the basis for why I want to fight her now. I want to beat her for my own form of self-respect. In the same way Scott Pilgrim had to figure out that the power of love didn’t get him anywhere against Gideon Graves the same applies to me. Enough of the talk though. Lana Corvin it’s about that time. So get your ass out to this ring. Triniti can wait. I got beef so let’s settle this!

Crystal takes her hoodie off as she throws it into the audience as she turns her attention to the aisle waiting for an answer. The crowd waits in silence to see if the United States Champion will appear. It is almost two minutes before Stabbing Westard’s cover of “Burn” hits. Out comes Lana Corvin. She is in her street clothes with the United States Title resting on her shoulder. She lets her music play for a few more moments before it fades and she raises the mic.

Lana Corvin: You’ve been begging for my attention for weeks. What do you want? It better be good, you Triniti won’t be having a match tonight.

She lowers the mic and stares at Crystal in the ring. Crystal however just leans on the turnbuckle as she looks out at the champion.

Crystal Hilton: I thought I made it clear. I want you in the ring. You might be bigger, hell you might be stronger. You got youth but we need to settle this. Favored by the Goddess but you don’t mean shit to THE ROSE GODDESS!

Lana shakes her head with a smirk.

Lana Corvin: Oh, I got more than youth. This business is in my blood. I’ll set your stupidest comment aside for now. Why should I get in the ring with you? What point will it prove? That you are as pathetic as your ex-wife? That you should have bene put out to pasture years ago? Ther is zero reason. I have a title to keep raising the status of. Facing you wouldn’t do that.

Crystal just smirks as she shakes her head grinning.

Crystal Hilton: GIRL… Obviously you are the one with the stupidest comment. First of all it’s not my ex-wife, we are still married. We have a happy marriage. She's just out doing her own thing which I respect. Second, this isn’t about her. This is about you disrespecting me! In reality we are cut from the same cloth. We both are second generation stars. We come from wrestling families we got that in common. Facing me would give you that status. How would it make you look that you had talked all of that shit for months, but now that we are actually having a conversation face to face, you want to back down like a little bitch. That must be in your nature.

Crystal grins.

Crystal Hilton: It’s all good but I would have thought a woman who has accomplished so much wouldn’t back down from a simple challenge. After all facing me should be a walk in the park. Keep running your mouth. Obviously you don’t want to wrestle me because you know I would submit your ass in the middle of the ring. I would have you crying for all of the world to see.

Lana rolls her eyes.

Lana Corvin: Look, I don’t care about your wife. Last I heard about you two you were at each other’s throats. You know WHY She is off doing whatever it is she’s doing? Because I embarrassed her in that ring. The one part of that marriage that actually has any talent. You can call me scared all you want. Because that is what YOU are when you decline a challenge. To me, you’re nothing but a waste of my time. The only reason I’m out here is to give you the attention you so badly need. Why is that, Crystal?. Not getting attention at home while the wife is off doing her thing? Gotta come barking up a tree to see if you can get a little response? Well, here it is. You want a shot at me? You want me in that ring? Give me a reason to do it. Make yourself something more than a walking punchline. Your name is only good for selling merch against you. Tata.

With that Lana lowers the mic and walks backstage.

Crystal Hilton: I thought I told you to keep Diamond’s mouth out of your mouth… You want a reason?! I will give you one right now.

Crystal slides out of the ring and begins to run towards the entrance but some referees come out and hold Crystal back telling her that she has a match to wrestle. Crystal doesn’t care as she tries to make her way towards wherever Lana went but doesn’t make much ground. Crystal keeps her cool and decides to head back towards the ring but soon as the referee gives her some leeway Crystal turns around and sprints right past them and finally makes it to the entrance.

Crystal Hilton: Come on Bitch… You want a REASON?!?!

Lana came back out as soon as Crystal got to the entrance way. She clocks Crystal right in the face with the United States title. As Crystal hits the floor Lana just smirks. The camera’s able to pick up what she says.

Lana Corvin: Bitch, my family perfected the sneak attack. Nothing you do is original. Good luck with your match.

With those words the refs finally get in between the two. Lana raises her hands and walks backstage again. Officials come out and check on Hilton. She grabs at her face and turns her attention over to Lana but the officials make sure she recuperates so she can get ready for her match whether she is at one hundred percent or not.
As the Chicago crowd patiently awaits for the next match, they’re sent into a chorus of boos as Rosey Reigns’ “Deadly Divine” sounds over the PA. The lights in the arena dim down with the camera’s focus falling on the stage where a backlight brings five silhouettes into view. The lighting shifts, revealing the group to be that of “Legacies.” United States Champion, Lana Corvin leads the walk down the ramp, joined closely by Genesis Champion, Otto Nova, Adrianna Salvatore, Jamie Austin and Cherry Blackman. They’re met with more boos as they descend the walkway, approaching the ring and split off around the perimeter. Lana climbs up to the top turnbuckle and raises her title up, goading the fans on as Jamie and Cherry enter the ring. Otto raises his title to the crowd as Adrianna steps in and whispers god knows what into his ear but it makes the young champion smirk as the woman slaps him in the chest and rubs him on the shoulder before climbing up onto the apron and throwing up her pose.

Lucas Knox: What the hell does she say to him every time they come out?

Miranda Augustino: Wouldn’t you like to know?

Seth Ernst: Most of the wrestling world would, I think.

As “Legacies” all convene in the ring, “Deadly Divine” fades out but the lighting remains the same, dark, gloomy hue. Lana looks out at the crowd as she raises a mic.

Lana Corvin: You are all welcome that we decided to grace you with all of our presences. You got to see me earlier. But I decided to be gracious and come out again with the rest of Legacies.

The crowd boos loudly and Lana just smirks.

Lana Corvin: Don’t worry, though, you’ll be seeing a lot more of us. Soon we’ll also hold the Trios titles. Then you will get to see why we are the standard. The pinnacle of wrestling. Not only on Trauma, but in all of NFW.

As Lana finishes, Adrianna takes the microphone, sneering at the Chicago crowd.

Adrianna Salvatore: And just what the fuck do you people have to boo over? Huh? What, you’re still sore over how we handled the “Trash Pandas”? You expected us to let someone like Arley Kirk just waltz back in here and disrespect someone with a family legacy in this business like Cherry?

Adrianna claps Cherry Blackman on the shoulder who rolls her neck, shrugs and mouths “fuck ‘em.” Adrianna smirks.

Adrianna Salvatore: Yeah, right. Exactly. Fuck ‘em. Fuck Arley Kirk. Fuck Super Tiger - who, by the way, I see you’ve lost your edge again “kitten.” But most of all? We wanna talk about losing edges and falling into the mold? Coda? I’m disappointed, most of all, in you. How many times have I tried to tell you over the years to not let society shape you to its standard and for a while, you were doing alright. I was proud of you darling. But just like everyone else has claimed of you, you let me down. Now you’re just another cog to the machine. Trust me, honey, this is a fucking fight you don’t want. None of you do. Risa, you oughta know that better than anyone. Yeah, you beat me one on one, once. Back when, like I said, you had a fucking edge to you. Now you’re just…soft kitty…small kitty…little ball of shit, once again. Arley Kirk? I’m not gonna go so far as to say you shouldn’t have come back. But you should have barked your little ass up a different tree because now you’ve drawn the attention of the Legacies of this business. Hard proven Legacies that can be looked back on and observed. Not a handful of claims that are likely false at best about “legacies” that none of us have even fucking heard of!

She pauses, gives a condescending smile on her black painted lips and tilts her head at the camera.

Adrianna Salvatore: But we’ll get to that shortly, later this evening. Won’t we? “Kerry Family.” Yeah, some family. Like one out of a bad porno. Moving on! Like Lana said. You three hold on real tight to those Trios Championships, because this company has already seen twice before what happens when the real next generation of this business sets their sights on something.

She opens her arms out, motioning to Lana Corvin and Otto Nova with their championships.

Adrianna Salvatore: And it’s only a matter of time before the Kerry Family finds out first hand when we rip everything you have from your cold dead fucking fingers!

She passes the mic off and shoves the camera back out of her face, almost sending the cameraman off the apron. Jamie stepped up with the mic in her hand, a smirk on her face as she looked among the rest of the group. Ignoring the boos from the crowd, she raised the mic.

Jamie Austin: Since Legacies was formed, we've repeatedly shown why we're the best in NFW…Hell, the best in most companies out there right now. We're made up of current champions, former champions, and future champions.

Jamie smirked as she looked from Cherry and Adrianna to Otto and Lana. She licked her lips then went back to it.

Jamie Austin: So many pitiful, pathetic people claim to be the "it" factor, but none of them can back it up like we can. They think they can step to us, but let's be honest here. None of them have even a fraction of the excellence that we exude!

Jamie shrugged as she held the mic off to the side, mouthing "You know it's true." As the crowd booed louder, she rolled her eyes.

Jamie Austin: Oh shut up, all of you idiots know I'm right! Now then, if Risa had half a brain, I could potentially respect her simply for being a legacy wrestler, but to be aligned with the likes of Arley and Coda? Yeah, there goes any chance of that respect. We've shown that we can handle them easily. I won't delve too deep in the Kerry Family…Adrianna and Lana have done that quite well. But I will echo their sentiments…hold onto those Trios Championships while you can. Soon they'll belong to Legacies as the gold should.

Lana takes the mic from her sister-in-law. She looks out into the crowd and then chuckles.

Lana Corvin: Saying anything more would just be beating a dead horse, and I already showed you that earlier. So, for now, get used to these faces. Because we ain’t going anywhere anytime soon. And we’ll always have some gold on us. Toodle-loo!

Lana holds out the mic and lets her fall from her hand. “Deadly Divine” by Rosie Reigns fills the arena. It is at war the all the hatred the crowd is spitting at Legacies. They all chuckle and walk off.
In the locker room area, Triniti Nirt is seen viewing her phone while video chatting with someone. When the camera gets a better look, it's T1ck3t on the other end. The scene goes back and forth between Triniti in the locker room and a close up of T1ck3t on the video call throughout the conversation.

Triniti Nirt: I just want to say thank you again for this amazing opportunity to have you in my corner for all my matches and as my manager for arrangements outside of the ring, the fight, matches, the ring.

T1ck3t: You're welcome, kid! Tonight was the first night of many... I only hope I'm able to provide for you and help your career in NFW.

Triniti Nirt: Did you hear them tonight? If anything you've got them rallying behind me more than ever, from the stronger, all the more, more than ever.

T1ck3t: You're underestimating your own charisma, Trin. This NFW crowd already loved you, I'm just a small enhancement to what you've already built for yourself. I mean, you do that really interesting thing with your words at the ends of sentences and that kind of thing catches on. We could even get some type of deal on some merchandise. I'll get my Merch Alert post ready after.

Triniti Nirt: The ends of my sentences? What are you talking about, what do you mean, could you clarify, what are you talking about?

T1ck3t is seen on the video feed shaking her head.

T1ck3t: It's not important, I just think merchandise for you being a Big Ticket Item, which I did get Harvey Marx's blessing to use the term, would be something we should do while the irons are hot. How about a shirt that reads "Trinit Nirt: A Big T1ck3t Item, Impressive, Extravagant, Big T1ck3t Item." Oh! I just thought of another one! How about instead of t-shirts we call them T-Nirts or Nirt Shirts? This is a problem I, as an AI, can run into when my programming goes burrr.

T1ck3t continues to ramble for a few seconds before Triniti interrupts.

Triniti Nirt: Listen, Ticket. You're appreciated and there will be ample time to get all of this done, but we don't need to do it all in the first week, right? So, let's take this slow and focus on where I'm going from here. I hope to the top, but specifically, I've been looking at that Genesis title, championship, belt, title.

T1ck3t: Yes, and that's a mountain for you to climb. According to the NFW archive, the one who currently holds that title, Otto Nova, has a win over you, so it'll take time for you to be ready to challenge for his title. With his heritage and drive to stay impressive not only with the NFW audience, but with his own family, he will be even more difficult to defeat. Not to discourage you from goals, I always like the adage of "keep your eyes on the prize" when it comes to achievements. We'll get there in time, my friend. You don't even have the opportunity yet, but I'll see if we can change that somehow.

Triniti Nirt: I know, and thank you for the pep talk. I didn't really need it, but It's good to know that when I do, you'll be around, here, in NFW, around.

T1ck3t: Every week on Trauma, my client and friend! Cheap pop!

The camera backs away from Triniti and leaves the locker room area as the scene fades out.
Backstage, the camera opens on interviewer Dakota Winters standing with Arsenal manager Nikki Peltier.

Dakota Winters: My geist at this time, Nikki Peltier. Nikki, tonight, the NFW Trios Champions, the Kerry Family, face Legacies in a non-title match that can have ramifications for your charges as Arsenal recently won a contendership match to step forward as the next in line. Are you worried you’ll be leapfrogged if Legacies win tonight?

Nikki shrugs.

Nikki Peltier: They might but it doesn’t mean the line will change. They could win and get added to the mix. They could win and get set up for the winner.

She shrugs.

Nikki Peltier: The Kerry Family could win and show their dominance or… other shit could happen. I don’t think we’re taking anything for granted on this.

Dakota nods.

Dakota Winters: Will you be out there to watch and scout?

This time, it’s Nikki’s turn to nod.

Nikki Peltier: Of course. Regardless of the outcome tonight, these are both two big gun teams and we’ll need to be ready for them.

Dakota smiles.

Dakota Winters: Thank you for your time, Nikki.

Nikki Peltier: Thank you, Dakota.

Dakota Winters: Now let’s go back to the ring.