NFW Trauma #126 - 09/30/2023!

The opening to “Unbreakable” by Kingdom Collapse begins to play through the PA system and as soon as Jonathan Norris belts out the word “Unbreakable”, the NFW Champion, Stacy Jones bursts out onto the stage to a thunderous ovation from the sold out crowd as she begins to make her way down the ramp, slapping as many fans’ hands as possible on the way.

Seth Ernst: It certainly sounds like these fans here in the Colosseum missed their NFW Champion, guys!

Miranda Augustino: And judging by the look on Stacy’s face, she missed them too.

Lucas Knox: I have to admit, last week’s Trauma wasn’t the same without her.

Once she reaches the bottom of the ramp, she hops up onto the apron and climbs through the ropes and calls for a microphone and is handed one as “Unbreakable” fades out.

Stacy Jones: Did you guys miss me?!

The fans cheer wildly as Jones smiles and nods.

Stacy Jones: I missed you guys too.

She pauses for a moment.

Stacy Jones: Now… I felt it was necessary to come out here in front of you all tonight, because I owe you guys an apology. I’ve just come from LeeAnn Viskan’s office and apologized to her personally and so now it’s your turn for one.

Another pause as she lightly scratches her cheek with her free hand.

Stacy Jones: Two weeks ago… I was involved in an altercation with Adrianna Salvatore, Cherry Blackman, Jamie Austin and Otto Nova alongside my good friends Arley Kirk, Risa Lemon and Coda… the second altercation between the eight of us in two weeks and as a result… all of us were suspended by LeeAnn and that was why none of us were at Trauma last week.

Jones paces the ring a little.

Stacy Jones: That was the first time in my entire fifteen year career that I received a suspension. And I’m not going to blame LeeAnn for what she did, because it was the right thing to do. If anything? I’m blaming myself because really… I should be better than that. As the NFW Champion… as the representative of this brand… I should be setting an example for the rest of the locker room. I allowed my emotions to get the better of me and as a result, I let my boss down… I let all of you down… and I let myself down.

She unfastens her championship from around her waist and holds it up.

Stacy Jones: You all know how much this means to me… and I should be and I will do better moving forward as the face of this brand and I--

Before Stacy can get another word out, she’s interrupted by the sudden instrumental drop of Lorna Shore’s “Of The Abyss” as it thunders throughout the PA system.

Lucas Knox: Ohhhhhh noooooo.

Miranda Augustino: Ohhhhhhh shiiiiiiit!

As the arena darkens with the lighting taking on an emergency warning effect, the tattooed Adrianna Salvatore of Legacies comes walking out onto the stage in form fitting black jeans with holes in the knees, heavy boots, a sports bra and a button up shirt. The front unbuttoned, the sleeves rolled up tight around her biceps. A twisted grin on her black lips. Chicago attempts to boo her out of the arena; she just laughs and shakes her head dismissively before starting to power stroll down the ramp.

Seth Ernst: Well, Stacy Jones mentioned her suspension, folks. There’s another woman that was suspended over last week. While the New Frontier Champion was humble and gracious over the course of it, Adrianna Salvatore spent her time making a mockery of LeeAnn Viskan’s decision.

Lucas Knox: She went on vacation out of the country! Can you believe the damn nerve?!

Miranda Augustino: Hey, we all know by now, that woman’s going to do what she wants.

Adrianna reaches ringside and makes an entire showboat of her interruption, going as far to perform her match entrance routine as she climbs up onto the apron with a devilish grin. She stands and banters with some fans in the front row before throwing a middle finger and waving dismissively before stepping into the ring and aggressively demanding Madoka Kawada to give her a mic. Madoka goes for a spare but Adrianna can be heard shouting under her music that she wants Madoka’s mic. Once it’s offered, Adrianna snatches it from the ring announcer and turns her gaze to Stacy Jones, circling around her until she has her back to the stage. The music stops and there’s a long pause as Adrianna slowly smiles again, running her pierced tongue over her teeth before she speaks.

Adrianna Salvatore: Hi, Stacy.

She lifts her other hand, waving with her fingers, keeping that grin on her face. Finally it drops as she reaches into the breast pocket, pulling something out that she conceals in her hand.

Adrianna Salvatore: It’s good to be back, isn’t it? Here, I got you a welcome back gift.

Adrianna suddenly chucks the object in her palm in an underhanded toss, throwing a tube of chapstick at the Champion.

Adrianna Salvatore: Figured you might need that after all the ass kissing you’ve been doing and lo and behold, I was right. So go on and rub that on your lips before they start bleeding.

Chicago boos more as Adrianna stares the Unbreakable One down. She doesn’t even turn to acknowledge them. Her eyes stay locked on the woman in front of her.

Adrianna Salvatore: You think you’re so perfect, don’t you, Stacy? You whine and cry over being suspended, how it’s the first time in your career it’s ever happened, but look at you now? I guess you’re just as low down here with the rest of us? The only difference is, I didn’t spend my time off sniffling and groveling, trying to beg the forgiveness of the GM. Because believe me, Stacy, suspension? That isn’t the worst that can happen. I know it. You know it. But you know what? As long as you’ve been here? I don’t think it’s the suspension or the perception everyone has of you because, clearly, they all still love you.

Adrianna sweeps an arm around them as the crowd now cheers for Stacy. The Walking Apocalypse rolls her eyes and lifts the mic to continue.

Adrianna Salvatore: No, see, as upset as you’ve been – as upset as you are – over this? You’ve been exposed, Stacy. You’ve been exposed for the animal you are, at your core. The rabid beast you try to hide behind that pretty little smile and those batting fucking eyelashes. That’s been exposed. We exposed it. Legacies exposed it. I exposed it!

On those last three words, Adrianna leans forward just slightly to accentuate her point. She holds there, staring Stacy right in the eyes as her lips curl into a sinister grin again.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...And that scares you. Doesn’t it? Because the world’s starting to see cracks in the Unbreakable One’s outer shell and underneath that shell… deep down… you’re just a freak like the rest of us.

Stacy opens her hand and looks down at the tube of chapstick in her hand and lets out a sharp chuckle before looking back up into Adrianna’s eyes.

Stacy Jones: Well first of all, Adrianna… you can take this tube of chapstick and shove it up your ass!

The Unbreakable One tosses the chapstick back to Salvatore who catches it and looks on in shock and slight anger at the champion’s retort.

Stacy Jones: And yes… I am a freak! And you’re not the first person to call me that either, so congratulations… you’re just like all the other girls who I went to school with who would belittle me and make me feel small just because I was different to them.

Jones paces a little in front of Adrianna as she adjusts the NFW Championship over her shoulder.

Stacy Jones: You wanna know the reason why I took my suspension so hard? Why I felt like I needed to apologize to LeeAnn… why I felt like I needed to come out here and apologize to these fans?

The Walking Apocalypse goes to raise her own microphone but Stacy slaps the microphone away which appears to infuriate the behemoth even more.

Stacy Jones: It’s not your turn to speak!

The fans “ooooh” at this.

Stacy Jones: I did it because that’s the person I am! During my entire professional wrestling career I have ALWAYS been me! The REAL me! I haven’t pretended to like people in this business… I haven’t pretended to respect people in this business in hopes it will get me to the top! I have always worn my heart on my sleeve… and yeah… there have been times when I’ve overreacted from time to time… but I’m only human!

She paces some more before then pointing directly at Adrianna.

Stacy Jones: But you?! You HAVE pretended to like people… you HAVE pretended to respect people… and eventually you showed your true colors and now look at you?! You used to be a force to be reckoned with here in NFW! And now you’ve resorted to being an attack dog for Lana Corvin. This whole Legacies thing you have going on right now? How long do you think it’s going to last, huh? How long do you think it’s going to take before Lana decides you and the rest of the group are no longer useful to her? The fact of the matter is this, Adrianna… you can stand there and think all you want that I’m an ass kisser to our boss… or that I’m trying to act like the perfect person in front of these people and that that’s all it is… an act. But I know the truth… the people closest to me in my life know the truth… these people here know the truth… that THIS is the REAL ME!

Stacy steps a little closer to Adrianna to the point where their noses are almost touching.

Stacy Jones: But enough about me--

In one swift motion, Adrianna’s hand comes up and palms the mic in Stacy’s hand, pushing it down as she brings hers up.

Adrianna Salvatore: No! Now it’s my turn to talk!

There’s a tension in the air as Adrianna doesn’t budge from her position and looms right in Stacy’s face, beginning to seethe.

Adrianna Salvatore: You want to stand there and compare me to the rest of the masses that look down on the ones that aren’t “normal” by society’s standards? Shows how much you really haven’t paid attention to who or what I am. See, Stacy, yeah I called you a freak. But listen to what I said. I said like us[!/b] Because I was that kid too, Stacy. I was that girl in school, sitting by herself between classes with people pointing and whispering about how she dressed. Snickering about my clothes. My makeup. My nails. Cracking jokes behind my back, like I wouldn’t hear, about living in a single parent household. I know that ridicule just as well as you do.

Adrianna jabs the tip of her index finger against Stacy’s shoulder and gives her a little push.

Adrianna Salvatore: And yeah… I admit, I had my moment of weakness.

She lifts her arm up right beside Stacy’s face to show her something on her inner forearm. Something the camera focused on them can’t see. Adrianna holds it there as she brings it down slowly but never takes her eyes off of the woman in front of her.

Adrianna Salvatore: But once again, that’s where you and I are different. See, while you decided to learn how to smile and brush it all off and tried to become this shining beacon of hope and inspiration, I saw the world for what it truly was – for what it still is – it is an ugly, vile, wretched fucking place that should be cleansed with fire and ever since then, I made a promise to myself that that’s what I was gonna do. You say I “used to be a force to be reckoned with.” Still am. You call me “an attack dog for Lana.” Oh no, sweetheart. Lana knows who the fuck I am, just as you should. I don’t bend the knee for anybody. When the world burns to shit and the smoke settles, I’ll be the one standing on top of the ashes and the ones who stand with me will be the ones that survive the rapture. The rest of you?

Her mouth curls into a twisted smirk on one side as she shakes her head.

Adrianna Salvatore: You’ll be lost in those ashes with the rest of the rats. So you wanna keep talking tough? Go on. You wanna actually do something about it? Make your fucking move. Because whether it’s in a “sanctioned match” or whether it’s right here, I will fucking break you in half. Bitch.

Worked up now, Adrianna shoves Stacy out of her face and opens her arms out, inviting her to make a move. The NFW Champion looks to the floor and after what feels like a lifetime, finally lifts her microphone up to her lips.

Stacy Jones: What you just showed me? On your arm?

Jones’ voice is soft, a hint of sympathy in it as she once again makes eye contact with Salvatore as Stacy’s lower lip quivers.

Stacy Jones: You think you’re the only one who hasn’t tried the same… fucking… thing?!

Her voice is shaky as tears begin to form in the corner of her eyes.

Stacy Jones: WELL YOU’RE NOT THE ONLY ONE!!!

The Unbreakable One then proceeds to tear off her wrist bands and holds them up in Salvatore’s face.

Stacy Jones: See?! And those aren’t the only places where you’ll see them either! Hair and makeup does a bang up fucking job of hiding shit we don’t want people to see when we’re on TV!

She swiftly wipes the tears away from her face and shakes her head.

Stacy Jones: You’re wrong about the world, Adrianna! Yeah… there is evil out there… that’s an unfortunate fact! But there is a lot of good out there too! A lot of beauty! A lot of positivity! And if you want to use your past as a reason to destroy everything?! Then I’m afraid I can’t allow you to do that! Because while you may see nothing but hatred and evil?! I see the good! I see the kindness! I see the love! I want people like you and I, who have gone through similar struggles to see that there is hope out there! That not everyone and everything is evil and out to destroy!

Jones again takes a few steps forward.

Stacy Jones: And so that’s why, when I went to see LeeAnn Viskan earlier… I didn’t just go there to apologize. No. I went to see her with an idea for a match… a match that she agreed on. At Funeral Derangements… you, Adrianna Salvatore, Cherry Blackman, Jamie Austin and Otto Nova… versus me, Stacy Jones, Arley Kirk, Risa Lemon and Coda… Ultimate Battleground! What do you say?

Seth Ernst: Whoa now!

Lucas Knox: Ultimate Battleground?! Are you kidding me?!

Miranda Augustino: Hell yeah! Let’s go!

The crowd starts buzzing with anticipation. Adrianna stares at Stacy for a long, tense moment. Almost what seems like another eternity before she grins again; her shoulders shaking with an inaudible laugh away from the microphone.

Adrianna Salvatore: There she is. There’s that violent, little freak I knew you were keeping hidden, Stacy! Is that what you want? Is that really what you want?! You want an actual war? You and your little rag tag group of friends against Legacies?

She makes a sucking sound against her teeth and nods.

Adrianna Salvatore: Gotta hand it to ya, Stacy. I didn’t think you had it in you to take it this far. But I like it. That’s what you want? You’re on, Champ! Take the month you and yours need to get ready, because at Funeral Derangements? When the night of Samhain is upon us? That’ll be your 11th Hour.

Adrianna lowers her microphone and Stacy looks satisfied with their agreement. It seems they’re finished but as Adrianna looks like she’s turning to leave, she stops and slowly turns back.

Adrianna Salvatore: Oh! Wait. There’s one more thing, Stacy. I want you to deliver something else to your little Trash Panda friends. Call it a… message, if you will.

With that said, Adrianna suddenly drops the mic to the floor and starts removing her outer shirt, tossing it aside. The fans start to buzz, waiting for what seems to be an impromptu fist fight to break out. Stacy drops her mic and removes her jacket when suddenly the crowd starts buzzing louder as three figures come hopping the guard rail. Jamie Austin, Cherry Blackman and Genesis Champion, Otto Nova. The crowd quickly puts two and two together and start to boo again as the three climb up onto the apron behind Adrianna and slowly get into the ring, starting to flank their stablemate. Adrianna just stands there with a grin from ear to ear, revealing, without a word, that she’s had this planned all along..

Seth Ernst: This isn’t good, guys… Stacy is all alone…

Miranda Augustino: Like a lamb to the slaughter…

Lucas Knox: But she doesn’t seem phased at all… I mean… we know Stacy doesn’t back down from a fight but… she’s… laughing?

And indeed, the NFW Champion is laughing which in turn confuses Adrianna and the rest of Legacies as the smirk is now no longer present on the face of The Walking Apocalypse. It’s at that moment when a couple of the camera people at ringside put their cameras down on the floor and remove their disguises and the fans cheer wildly as they are revealed to be Arley Kirk and Risa Lemon! A woman then appears to stand up from a chair beside the timekeeper and they step forward and it’s Coda! It’s at that moment that Kirk, Lemon and Coda all hop up onto the ring apron behind Stacy and climb through the ropes and into the ring.

Seth Ernst: Adrianna thought she had a plan all this time but Stacy had her own plan!

Miranda Augustino: She must have known Adrianna was going to try and pull something like this, so she made sure she wasn’t out there alone.

Lucas Knox: And Legacies can’t believe it!

It’s a standoff now between the two sides of four. A little preview, some might say, of the match that was just agreed upon. Otto, Jamie and Cherry all stand, ready to throw down on a moment’s notice. Otto looks ready to pounce the most out of all of them but Adrianna calmly reaches out with the back of her hand against his chest and ushers him back. Stacy and the trio of Kawaii Trash Pandas GO look ready for a fight if it comes as Adrianna takes a step forward, asking them if this is how they want to do this. They want this here and now? Well – and Adrianna takes a step back, Legacies moving with her and the four of them exit the ring to a chorus of boos from the crowd.

Seth Ernst: And it seems as though Legacies are going to wait to fight another day!

Miranda Augustino: I don’t think either of these teams want another suspension. Or worse!

Lucas Knox: Well, Chicago clearly has their own opinion of what these four are thinking and they’re letting them hear it!

The crowd continues to boo Legacies as they start backing up the ramp, still throwing trash talk up at KTPG and the New Frontier Champion. They get halfway up before turning and taking their leave with Stacy, Risa, Arley and Coda in the ring, standing as one as the camera fades out.
The cameras move backstage where General Manager, LeeAnn Viskan is shown watching the action on her wall monitor. Rather, she appears to have been watching it but at this moment, she has her head down, rubbing circles over her temples with her eyes closed. With her office door open, a backstage attendant walks in with some files in hand.

Backstage Attendant: Ms. Viskan? I have those--

One of LeeAnn's hands shoots up to stop him from speaking. She doesn't even look at him as she waves her hand in annoyance, shooing him away. The attendant carefully places the files on her desk.

Backstage Attendant: I'll just uhh--

LeeAnn shakes her hand again and points at the door. The attendant makes a swift exit and the camera focuses back fully on LeeAnn as she breaks into a low laugh, shaking her head. She looks up above her with her hands pressed together, shrugging them out and clasping them back together tightly. Her laugh reaches the verge of borderline insanity as she turns back to her computer, makes a few clicks and starts typing away on her keyboard, rapidly.
Tanja looked over the small shrine that she had set up with her spiritual advisor Celeste standing behind her. Celeste was concerned for the Cajun but did not share her concerns to her old friend.

Tanja Devereaux: Do not worry about us Celeste. We have our ways of dealing with life here in Trauma. We may not be as vocal or boisterous as other members of the Roster but it doesn’t mean we have our own plans. These plans must take some time to plan out as we strike against those we place a mark of death onto.

Celeste heard the cold tone in the voice of the Manaloa of her tribe but she knew never to anger the Cajun at any time. Celeste’s creole world is very different from the world of the Cajun but Celeste knew never to judge others.

Tanja Devereaux: No one knows when we will strike inside of the ring or outside of the ring and it is something we enjoy when it comes to our mind games. Our spiritual cunning and warfare is something we hold in pride.

The shrine’s candles flickered brightly as Tanja’s eyes flickered and changed in colour before settling down. The Cajun looked at the frames of photos of the members of the roster.

Tanja Devereaux: The Death Bringer may not be fighting this evening but we will not be denied in the future our time inside of the ring, whether it is in the Tournament or in non tournament matches. Our style of death will be very messy and we will not be afraid to cleanse anyone who denies our chance to climb up the ladder in some form.

Celeste and Tanja kneeled in front of the shrine as they prepared themselves for Tanja’s future on Trauma.
Backstage at the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum, a rare quiet spot has been acquired by Damon Cross. It’s a posture we have seen from him more than a few times in the past: the Godkiller is sitting alone at a table, a leather-bound book spread out beneath his right hand, which clutches an old-school fountain pen carefully, the writing making little scratching sounds on the thick pages. In his other hand is an apple with a few bites taken out of it. Damon looks quite peaceful as he writes away without pause, the book looking to be about half-filled after months of writing though the contents remain a mystery.

And make no mistake: Cross knows the camera is on him. He does not look upon it, but he does address it.

Damon Cross: Listen carefully.

Listen? To what? There’s nothing but the sound of writing, and the odd crunch as Damon takes a bite of the apple. But beyond that, there’s nothing. Silence. Calm and peaceful. After several moments of that, a small smile forms on his face.

Damon Cross: The Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament has folks louder than ever before. Some of them tout themselves, claiming premature victory. Some are there simply to hate on others. Some… hate on themselves. And I’ve added my voice to the tableau a time or two, make no mistake, but the difference between what I say and what they say is summed up in one word: substance.

Placing the pen carefully on the table, Damon folds his right arm across his chest, taking another thoughtful bite. He doesn’t dare speak with his mouth full, instead pausing to dab at a few stray drops of juice at the corner of his lip.

Damon Cross: They know who they are. I don’t see the need in naming them; they get enough attention as it is.

He flashes a smirk at the camera and winks.

Damon Cross: But let’s get back to the point. Again, I implore you: listen.

And, once again, there is silence. He soaks it up for a few moments, even closing his eyes as he does so. Opening them anew, Damon takes a slow breath.

Damon Cross: When the tournament is over in a few weeks, this is what you’re going to hear. And it will speak volumes. Much more than the rants of sore losers, attention whores, and annoying malcontents all over social media. Actions, they say, speak louder than words. And violence tells unforgettable tales. This is knowledge that has been beaten into me, earned in blood and sweat. I have learned it well. Better to save your energy for what happens in the ring, where it matters, as opposed to trying to poke people with snappy comments and comebacks, in my opinion. But then…

He considers again, taking another bite or two of the apple, leaving only a little left.

Damon Cross: ...I suppose words are all some of you have. When your fists can’t back up your mouth, you have to compensate somewhere. I need no such crutch. In my first match on Trauma in some time, I righted the wrong that was Nakita Niles’ tainted victory over me. And more recently, I taught a lesson to Ayu Megumi, a young lady with a ton of potential who even now has matched me in points in the aforementioned tournament. I have taken the losses in stride and come out better than my opponents on the other side. Find me another who says the same and I’ll call them a liar. History being in my hands to mold, you see, has a way of motivating. Of course, that’s not all that motivates.

Sliding his hand under the book’s cover, Damon retrieves a small photo. He stares at it for a few moments, and in that short time, a different sort of smile manifests on his handsome features. Then he tucks the picture into his breast pocket and locks in on the camera again, slowly closing the book.

Damon Cross: If my second Vlad Blackheart Tournament isn’t my time, then so be it. I will find another avenue. Relentlessly, indefatigably, undeniably. There will be no rest and no mercy until the New Frontier Championship is mine. I will never stop. Not until my name is at the top of the list as the first person to hold the World AND New Frontier Championships in NFW history. And none of you are prepared for what I’m willing to do to reach that point. NONE of you.

One last bite of the apple leaves it as little more than a tattered core. Damon rises, placing the capped pen in his pocket and tucking the book under his arm. He takes the stylish fedora from elsewhere on the table and puts it on as well before leveling one more stare at the camera.

Damon Cross: Whether it be on October 10th or later, the time is coming for history to be mine. If you dare get in my way, be prepared for Legendary difficulty.

Cross Aeternum.

And with that, Damon walks off into the darkness.
Zara glared at Bianca as the other woman got out of the ring, and the green-haired woman moved to check on Nakita, making sure her fellow Queen was alright before she raised the woman’s arm in victory for a moment, Zara’s step faltering just ever so slightly. She had noticed that Bianca had gotten a microphone, so Zara stepped to the side and requested one as well. Once she got it, the woman made her way to the side of the ring closest to Bianca and leaned on the ropes raising it to speak before Davis got the chance to do so.

Zara Ivory: Did you really think I would stand back there and watch you try to cheat one of my fellow Queens? Come on now, everyone should know that wasn’t going to happen!

Ivory leaned over the ropes some as she paused. She smirked at the woman that was outside the ring and raised the microphone again.

Zara Ivory: I saw you accept the match Queenie. That’s probably the smartest thing you’ve done here lately!

Bianca soon had her microphone. She had an angry, disgusted look as she screamed into the microphone right at the fans at ringside and those in the ring simultaneously, her shrill voice could be heard.

Queen Bianca Davis: SHUT UP ALL OF YOU! I am done. I am sick of this, it's over with! I am sick and tired of this bullshit. I am sick of how you think you own this place! I am sick that you think for one damn minute you can stick your nose in my business. Well, I accept your hair vs. hair match because I will shave that ugly, disgusting rat nest hair off your little head! SHUT UP YOUR QUEEN IS SPEAKING PEASANTS!

The fans greet the statement with loud boos, as her eyes are incensed far more than ever, it’s almost as if the Queen was changing before the eyes of everyone watching as the Malibu native continues her tirade.

Queen Bianca Davis: Zara, you think you’re in control of this situation; you’re wrong, see your fate is in my hands, and I am taking away not only your hair but your damn pride as well, you refused to heed my warnings now you will suffer for it, and not a damn thing any one of your “queens” are going to do to stop me. There will be an execution, but it won’t be mine it will be yours. Don’t worry, and you will finally be pretty, though.

Zara laughed and shook her head, a grin coming to her face.

Zara Ivory: Beauty’s in the eye of the beholder, darlin’...and I think everyone’d agree that my ‘rat nest’ and I are pretty damn sexy.

Zara paused and grinned as she listened to the loud cheers from the fans.

Zara Ivory: The fans seem to agree, and I know damn well that my man agrees.

Zara paused for a second and blew a kiss to the camera before her gaze and focus went back to Bianca.

Zara Ivory: I’ll see you on the 9th! And unlike you, I don’t need my Queens to help me get the advantage.
We cut to the backstage area and it is there where the crowd begins to cheer as loudly as they can when they see a certain woman appear on the television. It’s none other than Chicago Massacre star receiver Brittany Williams. She cracks a wicked grin on her face as she isn’t alone and right beside her is her mother Crystal Hilton. The mother and daughter duo just smile at one another as Crystal smiles and begins to speak.

Crystal Hilton: What’s happening pumpkin and let me just be the first to say welcome to the backstage area of Trauma. I know it feels great to be in Chicago doesn’t it?!

The crowd can be heard roaring in excitement in the background as Brittany offers a small grin as she looks at her mother as the crowd welcomes her warmly.

Brittany Williams: To be honest it feels great being here and I already feel like this is home already. I know I might be a Hollywood Hills girl with a birthplace going back to Detroit but even though it might have seemed like I betrayed Detroit by leaving the Rampage. I feel like the Massacre has accepted me. Everything does seem to be awesome in Chicago, for starters how about that deep dish pizza?! Massacre is my family and when I start rolling in the way that I know I can things are going to be better for the team. I just have to be a better team player and try not to be another Peyton. Team first and I will be in great shape.

Crystal Hilton: Yeah, baby girl I have full confidence in you and I know you are going to turn things around. Just believe in yourself and you will start grabbing all the receptions. At least you got Chicago fully behind you so that’s a start right?!

Brittany Williams: Yep and at least I know things are going to turn around especially for you. I truly believe in you mom especially when it comes to Lana Corvin. Despite what may have happened in the GFL and Sofia obviously dropping the ball I know of one Hilton that will get the job done when she finally gets into the ring with Lana and that will be you. You have been waiting for a very long time to have your break out moment and it’s going to come!

Crystal nods her head as she looks right at her daughter and continues to speak some more.

Crystal Hilton: Got that right. It seems like I am down and out in the VBMT tournament. I have the lowest amount of points on my block but if there was ever a time to show the world that I have arrived and am willing to show out I know that the time is definitely now. In the same breath Lana won’t be able to dodge me forever. She can blast me in the face with her US Championship. She can talk down about my relationship problems. It really hurts that Diamond chose to walk away and wants to live the single life but this gives me a chance to really focus on what should be important. Obviously it’s on Seleana being one of my main priorities as I married her and went behind her back and forced Alexandra into our relationship. I know I haven’t been that great of a mother for you, Brayden, and Aurora. I have Isabella as a granddaughter to look after and of course Sofia and Halo as daughter in-laws that I have to have my eyes on as well.

Crystal takes a deep breath as she continues to speak some more

Crystal Hilton: I have so many people riding on me that I can’t let them down. Not now and certainly not ever. I am not perfect and I have made my share of mistakes but now is the time where I can work my ass off to rectify all of it, and what a huge step it would be if I took that giant leap and told Lana, no prove to her that I am better than her.

Brittany Williams: But mom you saw how she broke Diamond’s spirit. After that submission lost she just wasn’t about any of this anymore and really didn’t know what to do. What’s going to happen if you poke the bear and she does worse to you?!

Crystal Hilton: By all means Lana just needs to bring it and I am going to be that nuisance. No matter how much she tries to say I am not worth her time. No matter how much she wants to talk me down that I am inferior to her and she already had her fill with Diamond that she doesn’t have to bother with me. I just have to block out the hate and give a reason for her to want to shut me up. That’s one thing about being a Hilton. No matter how much I have been through I am never going to back down from anything. I haven’t been the loudest on the roster but damn it I have FUCKING heart, and it’s beating pushing me on to be the best Crystal Hilton that I could ever be. I haven’t even scratched the surface of what I could be in NFW yet. I will have my moment. There’s a few days left in this tournament and I am going to break out of my shell and show everybody who I am indeed. I just have to persevere and take my shot!

Crystal keeps her eyes on the screen as she watches intensely as things are going set up for the main event.

Crystal Hilton: And as far as tonight is concerned I am going to keep my eyes on Lana. She is firmly on my mind and I refuse to let her get out of my head. Tonight it’s about the waiting game. Watching and choosing my spots. Lana I will have my eyes on you. Watch out because at some point you will have to deal with me whether you like it or not.

With that Crystal and her daughter just keep their eyes on the television as we go elsewhere.