NFW Trauma #134 - 12/02/2023!

As the camera pans around the arena and the crowd. They are all cheering and waiting for Trauma to start. They fall silent as the music fades out. A voice fills the arena, causing the crowd to erupt into boos.


Stabbing Westward’s cover of “Burn” fills the arena. Lana Corvin emerges from the back dressed in street clothes, with a Legacies shirt and the US title wrapped around her waist. She strolls straight to the ring. She climbs the steps and then steps through the ropes and saunters around the ring. A crew member hands her a mic as her music fades.

Lana Corvin: You know I’m getting real fuckin tired of that jealous, overinflated ego named Crystal. She’s a broken record. Whenever I see a Twitter notification from her I can predict exactly what it’s going to be. It’s tiring and honestly, played out. It’s bullshit that she was granted a shot at my US Title at Wrestle War.

Lana shakes her head.

Lana Corvin: I beat her in that match and she gets a title shot. Make that make sense. I’m starting to question LeeAnn’s management ability. There is no rhyme or reason to it. But I digress.

Lana paces around the ring for a moment.

Lana Corvin: After Wrestle War I am done with you, Crystal. When I retain my title, which has already been proven that I can do, you are completely off my radar. If you try and grab my attention again I will just ignore you. I’ve had enough of your repetitive, brain-dead thoughts. And I’m MORE than done hearing that whinny, violent tendency causing, ear drum rupturing voice. Having to listen to fifteen seconds of that is sixteen seconds too much.

Lana chuckles.

Lana Corvin: Make peace with whatever you need to. Pray to whatever higher power you believe in. Because at Wrestle War, I am going to put you through hellfire. I am going to shut you up, hopefully by breaking your jaw. And when you are laying there, looking up at the lights, I want you to remember one thing…

Lana looks right into the camera.

Lana Corvin: It Ain’t Luck.

Lana winks and drops the mic. Her music cue back up. She parades around the ring showing off her title. She then exits the ring and heads up the walkway to the back.
“LIKE IT! LOVE IT!” by Setsuna Yuki begin to play throughout the arena as the crowd showing their supports towards Ayu Megumi as she walk passed the curtains and showing huge smile on her face as she waving her hands towards the crowd. As she heading towards the ring as she giving a high five to the crowd before she entering the ring and taking the microphone from the timekeeper and walks back to the middle of the ring.

Ayu Megumi: Well, hello! Nice to meet you tonight! I’m really miss you all! And this is good time coming out and meet you all here. And after I hear what Jessi Ozborne said in Collision I’m here to respond all the things she said and yes I have match tonight! That’s the important! As for the match tonight everyone always know I’m going to giving my best to my opponent and not going to give up easily! Yeah, I know it going to be another hard fought for me again tonight but let me try it. Because I want to show everyone who watch this match that how much I improve from latest time here! That’s the important things that everyone want to see from me after VBMT end I’m here to prove myself. I’m here to do everything to back right to my track to the champion again. Sophie, I know you hear me I’m sorry if I’m not going to be your stepping stones here because this is my redemption I want to get back to my track again since I lost my title in the early of this year. And Sophie I wish me and you were had a great time tonight let show everyone here that we can make a great match together tonight!

Ayu Megumi: So, another important things is Jessi Ozborne, yeah… my soulmate in wrestling as everyone know that. We both fight each other for a long time not just in NFW but also in Zion we both are friend and sometime we both are enemy. But I’ve enjoy so far that I had so many chance to fight against Jessi Ozborne but I think this time is different… Early of this year at Destiny II and now end this year with WrestleWar XX two biggest ppv same opponent but more special stipulation… As Jessi picking Submission Match… I decide now I will pick banned move match! Basically, we both cannot using our signature and finisher that’s it. It really challenge me and I know it going to challenge her too, so tonight is done. See you in my match, I love you all!

Ayu Megumi: BELIEVE TODAY! SHINE TOMORROW!

Ayu said out loud before she giving the microphone back to the timekeeper and getting back to the backstage as the crowd cheering her loudly as Ayu Megumi had a huge smile on her face before scene fading away.

We cut to the backstage area and it is there where we are able to see Crystal Hilton. She smiles as she looks deep into the cameras and begins to speak.

Crystal Hilton: It feels good to be in Chile right now and can I just say how is it going Lana?! Now I have to be honest I truly can’t wait to get into the ring with you. With every passing day you inch closer and closer into setting the record with the United States Championship. You are going on a run that will be remembered for a long time. You beat a huge list of great talent on your path to become the very best. You deserve that respect. You are a young talent and you are showing what it means to grind to the talent.

Crystal nods her head as she continues to share her heart.

Crystal Hilton: However as much as you talk something doesn’t sit right with me. It’s the fact that you think that I am jealous of you. I am by no means jealous of anything that you are. I admire your dedication to the ring and the fact that you pour out your heart into that ring but in the same token why do I need to be jealous?! There’s nothing to be jealous over. I am a top tier talent. I just haven’t really brought that side out but you are going to get your complete fill of me as soon as that title is on the line. It’s what I waited for and if there was ever a time for me to break through my limitations and take it to the next level. Now would be that time! You see life feels good right now. Everything that I thought was gone has come back.

Crystal smirks as she looks at the camera.

Crystal Hilton: There’s my moving back with my family. So I have the support of Aurora and Seleana… Alexandra has moved back with us and we have a happy marriage again. Everything is working out for the best but I need to finally have the happy ending that I am seeking. I need to beat Lana to finally get what I DESERVE. I need to have the United States Championship so that I could prove to everybody in the world that I still have it. I have the ability I have the skill and the talent to be a champion. I have been through so much. It feels like hell and back but I am tired of constantly dropping the ball and never going through in the clutch.

Crystal paces around as she speaks some more.

Crystal Hilton: I have worked my ass off. I know that Lana won’t ever see it that way but she knows I brought my A game in our match and I was close. With the title on the line I am going to do the one thing that she doesn’t expect me to do. I am going to humble her and I will have my name in bright lights, my name in the marquee and I will be somebody. So bring your very best because I am going to take that title away from you, and I will have my spotlight.
“Classy” Bianca Page is in her locker room sitting on the couch FaceTiming with Marina Flores when a ding from her phone notifies Bianca she has received a DM in Instagram. Bianca sees the DM is from Zion Wrestling wrestler Tater.

"Classy" Bianca Page: Girl, I just got a DM from Tater again.

Marina Flores: He still got it bad for you, huh?

"Classy" Bianca Page: I mean…

Marina Flores: I mean not that I am surprised at all.

"Classy" Bianca Page: I would have kind of hoped he would have helped me win the Zion Wrestling Internet Championship from Jack Morrison and he would have moved onto Blaze Darling by now but here we are.

Marina Flores: By next Saturday you can become the Internet Champion and you can just move on.

"Classy" Bianca Page: For real though, girl. But right now I am focused on Moe Renhaun.

Marina Flores: You got this. Binx.

"Classy" Bianca Page: Damn right I do. Moe has been hiding out just outside Pittsburgh. Who goes into hiding in Pittsburgh?

Marina Flores: Can’t you see the correlation between Moe and the pitts.

Marina and Bianca laugh.

"Classy" Bianca Page: As true as that is, I can't take her lightly. She has apparently returned to the ring with a new serious disposition. Especially since I have this Wildcard Briefcase and I need to be respected as much because people like Damon Cross prevent me from cashing this briefcase in.

Marina Flores: You’ll continue to ascend up the ranks just like you do in FCW.

"Classy" Bianca Page: You damn right I am. I can appreciate that Moe wants if not need to plant her flag laying claim to Trauma by beating me. I truly get it, Moe, but what my sisters, B, and I are doing is such on a bigger level. Which means we and more specifically I won’t be stopped from doing what we have planned. She just so happened to meet up with me at the wrong time and there won’t be anything she can do to stop it.
In a gritty, clandestine setting, Rylie Page stands amidst the urban decay, a sinister grin etched on her face. The echoes of her debut victory reverberate through the desolate location.

Rylie Page: (smirking) So, you all saw what I did in that ring last week. The Queen of Violence has arrived, and I bet it made some of you uncomfortable. Good. Get used to it.

Leaning against a graffitied wall, she exudes a malevolent confidence.

Rylie Page: I don't need your cheers or your adoration. I'm not here to be your hero. I'm here to inflict pain, to sow chaos, and my debut was just a taste of the suffering I'm bringing to New Frontier Wrestling.

The camera captures the cold, calculating glint in her eyes.

Rylie Page: This isn't a fairy tale. There are no happy endings. This is the real world, and in my world, I reign supreme. Last week was just a glimpse of the nightmares I'll be unleashing.

She steps forward, the shadows accentuating her ominous presence.

Rylie Page: New Frontier Wrestling, you've been put on notice. I'm not here to make friends or win popularity contests. I'm here to dominate, and anyone foolish enough to stand in my way will crumble.

With a wicked laugh, Rylie walks away from the desolate backdrop, leaving an unsettling aura of malevolence hanging in the air. The Queen of Violence promises a reign of darkness and brutality in the weeks to come.
”I’ve figured you out, Stacy.”

The voice unmistakably belongs to Damon Cross. Scraping his thumbnail over the top of a matchstick, the phosphorus reacts to the physical stimulus and flares to life as a small flame which quickly eats its way down the wooden shard. Before snuffing it out with a flick of his wrist, Damon lights a candle on the table before him. It brings some semblance of light to the scene, showing at the very least the man himself, that leather journal of his, an old-fashioned fountain pen, and a well-polished green apple, unbitten.

Damon Cross: And that should scare the hell out of you.

He keeps his tone cool and calm, but it doesn’t hinder the weight of his words one iota.

Damon picks up the pen and opens the book. Putting the tip to the page, he scrawls smoothly in an elegant script, a faint smile forming on his face as he does so. There’s a few moments where that’s the only noise, then-

Damon Cross: Because, despite the many advantages you hold over me come WrestleWar, and yes, I can admit to coming up short in some areas where you flourish more often than not-

Pen between his fingers, he presses his palms together before his face, musing silently as he stares at the candle, Damon ponders briefly before continuing his thought.

Damon Cross: -I have my hand upon the keystone that props up the monument that is your NFW Championship reign. And all it would take is a little tug to make it all crumble. And the sad part of it all for you, Stacy, is that you all but pressed my hand to the stone yourself. I’m still not certain whether I’d call that cockiness, oversharing, or something else entirely.

Putting the tip back to the page, Damon picks up the apple and ponders taking a bite… but doesn’t. Instead, the fruit now has his attention.

Damon Cross: Something to ponder, I suppose. After all, our contract signing is next week. Perhaps by then you’ll have considered my words and righted your course.

Except, he doesn’t sound like he truly believes that that is possible. Without taking a bite of the apple, he puts it back down, as well as the pen, and turns his focus to someone else.

Damon Cross: Risa.

Again, that smile. Less predatory this time, though.

Damon Cross: Always energetic, entirely reliable, a constant and welcome presence not only in NFW, but in wrestling.

A pause.

Damon Cross: But also… stagnant.

An expression of distaste washes over Damon’s face.

Damon Cross: I say this as someone who respects you, Risa, and it isn’t intended to be insulting. Tonight, though, I’m going to show you the difference between you and I. You rode your pinnacle for as long as you could, yet have not sought to grow beyond that in my estimation. You are… satisfied. I’m never satisfied when it comes to wrestling. Dissatisfaction is the impetus that pushes me to keep reaching for greater heights, the spark that ignites the fuel-

Placing the pen back down, Damon reaches out towards the candle’s flame, though he pauses to watch it dance.

Damon Cross: -it’s what has me on the precipice of making history while you wonder just where you’re headed. I will show you your destination if you don’t right yourself, Risa, as a friend should. It’s very similar to what will happen tonight if you don’t step up to Legendary Difficulty and bring your absolute best.

And with that, he grabs the flame, snuffing out the candle. Once again, there’s nothing to see. But there IS something to hear:

Damon Cross: Cross Aeternum.

Fade out.
Tanja had spent some time in the gym to keep up her physical strength in the time that she was called upon to return to the ring or when she felt the time to go after El Toro Violento before or during his matches.

Tanja Devereaux: We may not have had a match in some time, something we are disappointed with for sure but it doesn’t mean we are not continually preparing for our time to return for a match. Our physical prowess may be different compared to most people on the Trauma roster but we know what we bring to our situations in our career. No one will know when we will strike against our foes when people least want us to do so. El Toro Violento knows we have been seeking to deal with him mentally in various ways with our path of Death but soon he will find out what happens when he crosses with us physically in due time.

The Cajun smirks with a coy smile as a shadow of a large man appears behind her in her male counterpart in the tribe in New Orleans, Lucian Duval. He folded his arms as he was protecting her but he knew better that she didn’t always need protecting as Tanja had her own skill to protect herself.

Tanja Devereaux: Do not mind our Hungon. He just wants to make sure that his Manaloa returns to New Orleans safely but he knows that it will take a lot to take down the Death Bringer. Many have tried to take us down but no one has succeeded in doing so as we have come back stronger and better than before.

Lucian snarled angrily under his breath as he looked at Tanja as she threw some shade in his direction and she could hear him.

Tanja Devereaux: Lucian, you know us better than that. We have done many things over the years and we have survived, including facing people much larger than us. When we get our hands on El Toro Violento, it will be another example of us proving the naysayers wrong. It is something we have done for years and it is something we will not change now. We have adapted ourself to the Voodoo Queen and Death Bringer and we will not change our ways now.

Tanja motioned to Lucian to follow her out of the gym as she wanted to train without dealing with him on hand. She ordered him to prepare some negative energy to send to El Toro Violento before he left and she returned to her physical training.
As the ring clears out from the match that just finished, the crowd begins to settle back down in their seats.

Seth Ernst: Well, what a match that was folks!

Miranda Augustino: That was insane, Seth!

Lucas Knox: A moment these fans will never forget, for sure. I– Wait a minute.

Commentary stops as a commotion is noticed up on the stage. The camera jumps up to the stage itself as we see a woman being dragged out by three others from the tunnel. It’s not long before the four are identified as Nikki Peltier, manager of Arsenal, being forcefully escorted out to the ring by Legacies’ Adrianna Salvatore, Cherry Blackman and Jamie Austin. The crowd immediately boos, calling for Legacies to get Nikki go as they know this can only mean bad news.

Lucas Knox: Guys, that’s Nikki Peltier! Manager for the NFW Trios Champions! What’s Legacies doing?!

Seth Ernst: It can’t be good, Lucas!

Miranda Augustino: More importantly, where’s Arsenal?! Why aren’t they out here stopping this?!

Legacies gets Nikki to the ring and throws her inside. Nikki quickly makes it to her feet, holding the back of her neck, already looking like she’s been roughed up a bit. She still has some fight left in her, though as Legacies starts to slide in the ring and Nikki runs forward, booting Jamie Austin in the head and shoulder checking Adrianna Salvatore, knocking both of them off of the apron while they’re in the middle of climbing up so, despite their size advantage over her, they aren’t perfectly steady. Cherry Blackman slides into the ring from the side and Nikki quickly jukes under her hands to escape being grabbed. She slides out of the ring on the commentary side and quickly motions for Madoka Kawada to get out of her chair. Madoka does and Nikki snaps the chair closed, turning just as Cherry’s almost on her with a chair shot to the ribs.

Seth Ernst: Nikki Peltier, fighting back against the numbers advantage!

Miranda Augustino: Numbers and size, look at this!

Lucas Knox: This isn’t fair! She’s not even a wrestler! Get out of there, Nikki!

Nikki goes around Cherry to escape but she’s cut off on the other end of the outside of the ring by a fuming Jamie Austin who sizes her up and dares her to come at her with the weapon. Nikki brandishes it before opting to try and escape the other way but she turns to find Cherry back on her feet, looking more pissed off. With both routes around the ring cut off, she turns and hastily slides into the ring but Jamie and Cherry quickly move around on opposite sides and slide in to flank her. Nikki brandishes the chair again, ready to swing at whoever comes at her.

Miranda Augustino: Where the hell is her team?! Where’s security?!

Seth Ernst: Hold on, Miranda. I’m getting something from the back. Can we get a camera back there?!

The feed cuts backstage to, specifically, inside the locker room of Arsenal. Ashley and Bethany Kenyon are kicking at the door, trying to get it open but for some reason, it’s not budging.

Ashley Kenyon: Jezzy! Push this fucking thing open!

Jeszika Gautier turns the handle and pushes her shoulder into the door but a brief cut of the camera shows that, outside, it’s been blocked off with an electric straddle stacker between it and the wall. The door’s not moving an inch. Referees and security look desperately for the keys before they notice someone on the other side, down the hall - Otto Nova - waving the keys tauntingly at them. The camera cuts back to inside the locker room as Arsenal steps back from the door, realizing it’s no use and turn their heads toward the monitor broadcasting what’s going on out in the ring.

Ashley Kenyon: Those fucking bitches!

Ashley then turns directly to the camera on them and grabs the lens.

Ashley Kenyon: Nikki!!! Nikki, get the fuck out of there now!

Bethany Kenyon: Nikki!! NIKKI!!!

Jeszika Gautier: Somebody open this fucking door!!!!

Jeszika bangs on the door as the camera cuts back to ringside. Nikki’s keeping Jamie and Cherry at bay with the chair, threatening swings at them each time they try to get at her. It’s almost as if she suddenly remembers, there’s more to look out for and she pivots on her heels right as Adrianna Salvatore, now in the ring, almost cuts her in half with a “Gamma Ray Burst!” Nikki drops the chair and goes down, clutching her ribs, gasping for air as Adrianna comes up onto a knee and punches a hand against her own chest. She clears back out of the way and exits the ring for a microphone as Jamie and Cherry begin to lay the boots to the downed manager.

Seth Ernst: Oh this is just wrong! Stop this!

Adrianna Salvatore: Shut up Seth!

Adrianna snaps into the microphone, having overheard the commentary as she walks back over to the ring. She grabs a second chair from under the ring and throws it inside, crawling in afterward.

Adrianna Salvatore: Get her up! Get her ass up!

Jamie and Cherry cease the stomping and pull Nikki up to her feet. Adrianna turns towards the tron screen displaying Arsenal inside their locker room where the three alternate from watching the monitor to looking at the camera so Legacies can see just how pissed they are at all of this.

Adrianna Salvatore: Yeah, you see us! Good! We want you to watch and pay attention, champs! Here’s some that “rhetoric you’ve heard time and time again!”

Adrianna turns to the other two, motioning a thumbs up and down to Jamie. Cherry shoves Nikki into Jamie’s arms who looks right at the tron, sneering menacingly as she plants Nikki with “Liar’s Poison (Pumphandle Powerbomb)” right onto the mat. Adrianna cheers her on, bumping her fist before turning and slapping Cherry in the chest. Cherry steps forward and grabs Nikki, scooping her up, effortlessly across her shoulders. She gives a wild, maniacal look at the tron, forcing Arsenal to watch as she delivers “The Circuit Breaker (Firemen’s Carry Codebreaker).”

Lucas Knox: Come on now! Enough is enough!

Miranda Augustino: I don’t think Legacies agrees, Lucas!

Lucas Knox: Is this how they want to carry on the legacies the ones before them started?!

Adrianna’s turn is up now as Jamie and Cherry pick her up and shove her into the big goth woman’s arms. She immediately hooks an arm around her head and throws a middle finger to the tron where Arsenal are watching. This immediately makes Ashley Kenyon turn from the monitor to the camera.

Ashley Kenyon: I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU, BITCH!!! YOU HEAR ME?!

Adrianna laughs and shouts back, “loud and clear” before delivering the “Ground Zero (Suplex Powerbomb)” to Nikki with a thunderous impact. Nikki lies motionless on the mat, going prone as Adrianna shoves her legs aside, grabs the microphone and gets back up.

Adrianna Salvatore: Before you or anyone even says it…why don’t we try this shit on you three? Believe me when I say, you’re gonna get yours. At Wrestle War. Your titles are ours. Your asses are ours. Your fucking careers are ours if we choose it. This here, tonight? This is just to prove what we’ve been saying all along: Nobody…is safe!

Adrianna tosses the mic to the mat and draws her thumb across her throat. Cherry slides the chair Nikki was using underneath her head as Adrianna picks the one she grabbed up off of the mat. She steps forward when Jamie steps in front of her and puts a hand on the chair, motioning to herself. A twisted smile forms across Adrianna’s face which Jamie reciprocates. Adrianna passes the chair off to Jamie and turns to look up at the tron to watch Arsenal’s reactions.

Bethany Kenyon: No more! You made your point! Stop!

Ashley Kenyon: Don’t you fucking do it! I swear to God!

Jeszika Gautier: Nikki!!!

Seth Ernst: Don’t do this! For the love of God!

Miranda Augustino: I can’t watch… Not this.

Adrianna says nothing further as she just turns to look at Jamie while Cherry holds Nikki down with a knee against her back so she can’t escape. The crowd gasps as Jamie raises the chair up and brings it down with a metallic crash on Nikki’s head and the chair underneath. This leaves the three of Arsenal, screaming in despair as Cherry stands up off of Nikki who’s body is now actually convulsing as Rosey Reign’s “Deadly Divine” begins to play.

Lucas Knox: OH MY GOD!!!

Referees finally make it to the ring, sliding in and forming a circle around Nikki as they yell at Legacies to get back. The three women standing look at the tron with sick smiles before Adrianna leads their exit, all of them heading up the ramp.

Seth Ernst: We need a stretcher out here for Nikki Peltier! She’s unresponsive!

Lucas Knox: She could have a broken neck if not worse!

Miranda Augustino: I’m all for sending a message but not to someone in Nikki’s position. You don’t fucking do that, cabron!

EMTs rush out with a stretcher as Legacies walks past them, just leisurely strolling towards the back.
Risa walks out onto the stage, holding a mic in her hand as her music cuts off. She adjusts the ZION Queen of Strong Style title on her shoulder, a grin on her face as she looks out at the crowd.

Risa Lemon: What’s up NFW Universe?!

The crowd roars in approval as Tiggy begins to walk down the ramp.

Risa Lemon: As you all know, this is your main event! And in this main event, I’m facing a man I haven’t fought since I won the third annual Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, Damon Cross.

Risa climbs the steps, slipping into the ring between the bottom and middle rope. She makes her way to the middle of the ring, turning to face the camera.

Risa Lemon: I don’t have any issue with Damon. In fact, I think he’s a pretty fantastic talent. Multi-time champion like me. He’s a pretty cool guy, if we’re being honest.

She walks to the side of the ring, holding out her title and entrance gear to the attendant at ringside before turning back to the crowd.

Risa Lemon: I’ve been looking forward to this ever since the match was announced. It’s not often you fight someone once, and then don’t face them again for what? Two years? This is amazing!

Risa grins, winking at the crowd.

Risa Lemon: Let’s do this!

She giggles, tossing the mic out of the ring before backing into her corner.
As Risa and Damon make their way up the ramp, there’s a loud thudding that echoes through the building.

Tren Descarrilado: Hey. Is this motherfucking thing working?

The camera pans to the stage, but there’s no one exiting from the back. Nothing showing on the ‘Tron. Suddenly, there’s movement from the corner of the security barricade as a hooded figure approaches, holding a microphone in his hand. He hops over the barricade before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope.

Tren Descarrilado: Did you motherfuckers miss me?

He stands up, throwing off his hood to reveal none other than Tren Descarrilado! The crowd goes NUTS as the Train Wreck grins, his painted face a stark contrast to his natural skin tone. He walks a lap around the ring, the smile never leaving his face as he looks around the arena.

Tren Descarrilado: So who’s fuckin’ excited for WrestleWar?!

The crowd pops again.

Tren Descarrilado: Yeah. Me too. Brody called me up. Asked me if I wanted one last match. Fuck yeah I did. I knew exactly who I wanted to face. But, well…

He shrugs, pointing to the ‘Tron, which plays Jansen Myrrh’s appearance from Collision. The Train Wreck chuckles, holding his arms out and shrugs.

Tren Descarrilado: Jansen fuckin’ beat me to it! So here’s your answer, Myrrh.

Descarrilado looks directly into the camera, the smile fading from his face.

Tren Descarrilado: The Train Wreck vs That Bitch. Wrestle War. Fuckin’ count on it.

Tren tosses the mic over his shoulder, walking over to the corner to climb the turnbuckle and hold his fists in the air.

Miranda Augustino: AYO!!!!

Lucas Knox: The match is on!!!!

Seth Ernst: Challenge accepted by Tren Descarrilado!! The Train Wreck and Jansen Myrrh will meet in Brazil for one time only!

Miranda Augustino: Now that’s how you sign off on a fucking show, carnal! We’ll see y’all next week!