NFW Trauma #138 - 02/10/2024!

Saturday night Trauma cold opens backstage, inside the office of LeeAnn Viskan. We see the General Manager sitting at her desk, looking across it. Her attention is on, not the camera, but whatever or whoever is just out of frame.

LeeAnn Viskan: See, usually, this isn’t how the management here operates. Under normal circumstances, to acquire a talent from the opposite brand, we have to wait until the January draft but, obviously, that’s already in the past and, well…

She shrugs her hands and folds them together again with a smug, satisfied smile on her face.

LeeAnn Viskan: ...I’m a woman of few virtues and I’ll be the first to say that patience isn’t always one of them. However, like I mentioned before, Steven Brody owes me a favor; one I’ve been sitting on for the better part of almost six years and I couldn’t think of a better way of calling it in than to acquire one of the most dominant free agents fresh on the scene, sooner than company protocol would allow otherwise. You’ll see all of the benefits from your Collision contract have carried over as well as a little bonus. Call it a deal sweetener for your cooperation, which trust me, your interest in the concept didn’t go unnoticed. All it needs is your signature.

LeeAnn falls silent, staring intently across her desk. There’s a shift of movement as a man’s hand sets a document down on the desk. His other hand reaches and picks up a pen where he begins to sign at the bottom. This brings a wicked, accomplished smirk across LeeAnn Viskan’s face and she brings the signed document over to herself to look over as she slowly stands from her seat. Satisfied with what she sees, she closes it in the folder, sets it back down in front of her and extends a hand across her desk. The same man’s hand reaches into frame, wrapping around hers as the two exchange a firm, hearty handshake.

LeeAnn Viskan: Welcome to Saturday Night Trauma…Mr. Tofilau.

As the crowd hears the name, the camera pans over, revealing Kuali’i Tofilau who had just debuted on Collision earlier this week. The God of Thunder gives his own, arrogant smile.

Kuali’i Tofilau: A pleasure.

He turns and takes his leave of the office, closing the door behind him as the camera pans back around to LeeAnn, settling back down into her seat. She picks up the contract again and looks it over as she kicks her boots up onto her desktop. She smiles again and clicks her tongue, letting the contract drop onto the desk again and snaps her fingers, finally looking directly at the camera.

LeeAnn Viskan: Fuck, I’m good.

From there, Saturday Night Trauma slam cuts to the intro reel to start the show.
As the camera cut back to the backstage everyone can be seen three members of Queens Of Chaos standing in front of the camera. Ayu Megumi, Jessie Robinson and Morganna Bilson can be seen they talking to each other before their upcoming matches that they will facing Legacies tonight. As Ayu finally being the first to come up right to the camera. As she waving her hand towards the camera before she decide to be first who started to say something for her upcoming match against the Legacies tonight. As this time Ayu Megumi still dress in her black tracksuit but can see part of her attire like she wearing her own wristband like now.

Ayu Megumi: So hello everyone nice to meet you tonight, so tonight I have something want to say before my match tonight especially say something to straight to my opponent, Legacies. Hey I know last year I have some problem with someone from Legacies, Lana Corvin but thank god she not in this match, but I’m going to meet her fam, tonight. Adrianna, Cherry and yeah… Lana Corvin’s wife in Jamie Corvin. I know I have some problem about Legacies spin in my hate. I didn’t not hate them but I want to beat them. I think I still have my story to finish with them, so talk about Legacies they are actually a good team but right now I’m in the Queens Of Chaos. I have my friends to help me in this match. This is the reason why I’m not going to fear them even they will have Adrianna in this match. I will use this match to prove myself again that I still on top of my game and I still delivered a top performance to beat all of my opponents tonight. And tonight the Queens Of Chaos and me will on top of our games, for sure.

Morganna nods her head in agreement as she looks at her fellow Queens of Chaos.

Morganna Bilson: That’s right all three of us will be on the very tops of games. Because I firmly believe that all three of us have something to prove. Not to each other and not to the fan but to the rest of the Trauma Roster. It really doesn’t matter what the members of Legacies that are scheduled to face us do. Because Adrianna, Cherry, Lana or even Jamie are not us. They are not the Queens Of Chaos. They can’t make chaos from order, they don’t really stand a chance. Because if need be and I can get vicious and I really hope that I will need to get vicious that I will need to get violent. Because they will more than likely be getting violent. I want and will stop at nothing to see CHAOS TO REIGN!!! We have each other's backs. We will always look out for one another. Because that’s what we do. Now, I know that the three members of Legacies probably do as well. But they don’t do it like the Queens Of Chaos do…

Jessie is seen pacing a little bit, more fired up than many who have been following her have seen. Normally the happy-go-lucky upstart has a smile on her face, positive, ready to face whatever challenge is put before her. She stops, looking at the other two, almost seething at this point.

Jessie Robinson: And my jelly belly meanie head brother James better not decide to come out this time. I’m so sick of him and I wish he’d just go away! It’s not my fault he felt like he had to prove a point and go against the one rule Uncle Andy had at his school. It’s not my fault that he got kicked out and I went on to graduate and actually begin proving myself. I know I haven’t been the most successful in terms of winning and losing, but dangit, I put my heart and soul into everything I do, leave everything out in the ring each time I step foot into it. I can’t help that I actually have friends who watch my back and have been more of a family than you have, James. I’m so sick and tired of you just taking out whatever jealousy you have out on me. I know that’s all it really is, you’re jealous of me and the fact that I’m loved and adored by so many people and all these fans that are out there, ready to Fist Bump with me each and every step of the way.

Jessie takes a deep breath, calming herself down now a little bit as she returns her gaze to her partners.

Jessie Robinson: But tonight, we have a really, really big task ahead of us in the form of Legacies. This group has been dominant since they burst onto the scene here in NFW and they’re all super duper good and super duper dangerous. I know Ayu and Morganna are dangerous in their own rights and me, well, I’m getting better each and every day and every single time I step into the ring. Adrianna, I’ve watched every single one of your matches since you first debuted in this company. Heck, I’m even a fan of you and I’m so honored to possibly be sharing the ring with you tonight. I can’t wait for that opportunity and I’m so ready for the challenge that’s laid out in front of us in this match.

As Jessie finished to said Ayu who looked at her then nodded at her with a smile on her face and then nodded her head at Morganna as well before Ayu waving at the camera and the camera fading away to somewhere else.
Backstage in the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum, Adrianna Salvatore, Jamie Corvin, Cherry Adams, and Otto Nova were standing just outside of the Legacies locker room when they were approached by Lila Divata and a camera person. The four team members rolled their eyes, and Jamie could be seen quietly saying something to all of them, a nod coming from each of them. They turned to face the interviewer, and Jamie let out a scoff before she spoke, knowing that the camera was already rolling.

Jamie Corvin: The least they could have done was send someone that wouldn’t be biased as Hell against us.

Lila Divata: I’m…sorry? I don’t know what you mean by that.

Jamie rolled her eyes as she crossed her arms, looking the new interviewer up and down for a moment.

Jamie Corvin: Oh please…don’t act innocent. We know who you are. They sent another Divata to interview us when we’re going against the little team your cousin is a part of. And just how many of you are there, really?

Lila went to answer the question despite realizing it was a rhetorical one…truthfully, she just wanted to be a smart ass to the woman in front of her. Before she could say anything, Jamie began speaking again.

Jamie Corvin: Whatever, it doesn’t matter anyways. What matters is the fact that Legacies is the dominant team on Trauma. Not The Socialites, not the Kerry Family, not Phantom Troupe or even The Kingdom, and certainly not the Queens of Chaos. That’s why we’re going to deal with them easily in that ring tonight.

Lila Divata: Well then, since you’re so opinionated on the teams that are on Trauma, what about the announcement concerning the merger of the trios and tag team divisions?

Jamie placed a hand on her hip and glanced back at her teammates, taking note of the seriousness that was on Cherry’s face as well as the smirk on Otto’s face, and the fact that Adrianna was mean mugging the poor interviewer.She gave them a look that asked if Lila was serious before she turned her attention back to the other woman and the camera.

Jamie Corvin: Opinion on that little announcement? It’s simple…they knew that no team could truly match up to us, so they wanted to expand the playing field. They wanted to give us more little toys to break…including Collision’s tag team champions.

Jamie paused for a moment before continuing, a smirk now on her face.

Jamie Corvin: That’s right…Mrs. Opinionated is going after the tag team champions, alert the media! Thicc Attack can’t measure up to our excellence, our pedigrees in this sport. We ARE the epitome of those that belong in the ring, the epitome of champions.

Lila Divata: To bring this back around to tonight’s mat-

Jamie held her hand up, immediately putting a stop to whatever Lila was going to ask. She tutted for a second, shaking her head as she did before she glared at the interviewer.

Jamie Corvin: No, honey…we’re done here. You’ve asked what you get to ask, and you’re excused now. Scurry away and find someone else to annoy. Ta-ta.

With that, the 4 members of Legacies opened the locker room door, heading back inside for Adrianna, Jamie, and Cherry to finish a few last minute preparations before they had to head out for their match.
In the hushed aftermath of a breathtaking battle that resonated through the very foundation of the squared circle, Rylie finds herself standing backstage, a lone figure amidst the shadows cast by the still-glowing embers of her encounter with the "Enchanting Bunny" Utami Takahashi. The ambient sounds of the ongoing event echo like distant thunder, creating an atmospheric backdrop for the moment of reflection she's about to embark upon.

Rylie, adorned in the remnants of her battle attire, allows herself a moment of reprieve as she leans against a stack of production crates. The subtle disarray in her usually immaculate appearance serves as a testament to the intensity of the clash. With a deep breath, she turns her attention to the camera, her eyes a reflection of the turbulent sea of emotions that roil beneath the surface.

Rylie Page: (smirking) Utami, tonight was nothing short of a symphony of chaos, a harmonious collision of our respective forces in that sacred battleground. The Enchanting Bunny, as the name suggests, brought an ethereal and captivating energy to our dance. I've faced countless adversaries in the squared circle, but there was something uniquely enchanting about your style tonight. The way you moved, the unyielding resilience you displayed—it's not every day you come across such a captivating combination.

Her voice, usually laden with defiance, softens for a moment, betraying a genuine sense of appreciation.

Rylie Page: In the midst of that ring, we conjured a moment—a masterpiece painted in the vibrant hues of struggle and triumph. Utami, you brought out the very best in me, and for that, I commend you. The Enchanting Bunny, a moniker that transcends mere epithets, has proven to be not just enchanting but a formidable force in that sacred squared circle. It takes a particular caliber of skill and unwavering determination to carve out an indelible mark on someone like me.

As she speaks, there's a subtle nod of acknowledgment, a rare glimpse into the vulnerability beneath her battle-hardened exterior.

Rylie Page: So, Utami, here's to you. Tonight, our canvas was painted with the strokes of chaos, and the spectacle was nothing short of spectacular. Keep bringing that unique brand of magic to the ring because, in this unpredictable realm of wrestling, you've undoubtedly earned your place. The Enchanting Bunny has proven to be more than a fleeting enchantment; she's a force to be reckoned with, leaving an enduring impression in the tapestry of our shared narrative.

With those words, Rylie pushes herself off the crates, leaving the backstage area with a renewed sense of appreciation for the intricacies of competition.
A storm brews in the distance as the cameraman walked along the darkened road. Lightning cracked as a woman is seen standing at the end of the road. She turned to the cameraman as she pierced him with her hazel eyes.

Darcy Graves: Normally I have my father with me, but I thought for this I needed to be alone. He respected that fact. Tonight is the biggest challenge of my career so far. Travis last week, I came to your aid because I don't want any excuse when I beat you. I seen some spark with you when you were in my gym.

The lightning cracks in the background as Darcy started to walk off the path Camera in tow.

Darcy Graves: The Socialites will get theirs. Bianca Page, I know you want a rematch. I know you think you have what it takes in your heart of hearts. Here's the thing you don't have anything I want. TRAVIS currently does and that is the Genesis Championship. Maybe after all this. You'll be the first challenger.

Darcy then sees the rain begin to fall as she disappears with a whisper.

Darcy Graves: Feiceann tú go luath Travis.

The cameraman turned off the camera.
The scene comes up backstage as you hear the sounds of a motorcycle revving in the background. The camera comes closer until you see Nakita Niles arriving and walking down the hallway wearing a black beanie, black tinted shades, black leggings, black boots, and a black leather jacket. Nakita is ready for her return to the ring. The camera continues to show Nakita until she starts to speak.

NAKITA NILES: Everyone has seen the new me on Twitter and saw me changing everything about me. I stand here to show everyone who gets in the ring with me that I'm not the pushover that I used to be. My first stop tonight is against James Michael Robinson. Seems like James is biting off more than he can chew. So cocky, so arrogant, so delusional.

She takes off her shades to look at the camera as she keeps a serious look on her face.

NAKITA NILES: James, you're in for a world of hurt and everyone knows it. You want to know what I want to do to? Hmm? I want...no, I need to grab handlebars and wrap them around that neck of yours. Do you think you can walk in here and declare yourself as the greatest superstar? You need to earn that role, son. When we step in the middle of that ring, I'm going to show you what I can do. Tonight, I'm going lay a mountain of bodies that stands in front of me this year, and you'll be the first one, James. James, I'll see you out there.

Nakita puts on her shades as she walks down the hallway, and the scene fades to black.
The scene opens up right after Darcy Graves and Travis Levitt match up, where we see the Queen herself marching back with a pep in her step; the smug socialite can’t help but beam, having made another statement at the expense of her rival, and another one of his challengers”, the blonde is flanked now by her bodyguard Tasha Jackson, and her long time aide Simon. The smug blonde soon spoke in a proud tone.

QUEEN BIANCA DAVIS: You see that, that is yet another message courtesy of your Queen to those who doubt me, see none of you deserve an opportunity at the “Dragon’s” title more than me. So, from now on, I will do whatever I want till I get my hands on that gold and bring it up to actual championship status by taking it and putting it around my waist.

Bianca motions around her waist with a smug look as she keeps speaking.

QUEEN BIANCA DAVIS So Travis, you think you’re going to end this? You’re not because, quite frankly, it is about time that you come face to face with destiny. See, since you have been back, you have done nothing but get in my way repeatedly. Instead of realizing that this wasn’t meant for you, you decided to try and play hero time and time again, and now you know you’re about to get what is due to you, and that is me taking away everything from you.

Bianca had an evil look as she continued in her smug, proud tone.

QUEEN BIANCA DAVIS: Because it's high time you paid your respects to me. Just like this entire locker room and the rest of the influencers, for that matter, no one will longer deny the reality of the divinity before you. See you soon, and keep my title warm for me, will you?

Bianca blows a kiss toward the camera before doing a haughty wave as Simon shouts enough for everyone to hear.

SIMPLE SIMON: ALL HAIL QUEEN BIANCA DAVIS AND YOUR FUTURE GENISES CHAMPION!

Bianca continues her smug wave as she saunters off with her entourage following right behind her.
Dominique Ciotti: Ladies and gentleman, my guest at this time, James Robinson.

James is seen standing next to Dominique, putting the finishing touches on his wrist tape. He doesn't even look up at her.

James Michael Robinson: Wrong, idiot. Do it again.

Dominique Ciotti: I'm sorry?

James Michael Robinson: My name. You said it wrong. Do it again.

Dominique blinks, shaking her head.

Dominique Ciotti: Ladies and gentleman, James Michael Robinson.

James looks up and flashes a too big smile, all perfect white teeth.

James Michael Robinson: Hey there Dominique. Happy to be here.

She stares at him for a moment, and he stares back before making a ‘get on with it’ motion with one hand.

Dominique Ciotti: Tonight you make your in ring debut against Nikita Niles. How are you feeling? Nervous at all?

The smile is instantly gone, James' face now one of annoyance.

James Michael Robinson: Nervous? For what? Let me tell you something, Dominique.

He takes the microphone from her despite her protests before he shoos her away. Dominique throws her hands up, annoyed, before walking out of frame. James looks into the camera, silent for a moment, before lifting the mic to his mouth.

James Michael Robinson: I don't do “nervous”. My in ring debut on national television was against a World freaking Champion. What the hell do I have to be nervous about going up against someone like Niles for?

He scoffs, looking around, but the interviewer has already left. James shrugs.

James Michael Robinson: Whatever. I do better with these on my own. Anyway. Nikita. I know you're watching this, so let me lay it out for you. You don't stand a chance stepping into the ring with me. I am, and the world will soon see this as well, the hottest prospect NFW has ever signed. What's the last big thing you've done?

James crosses his arms, staring into the camera in mock suspense.

James Michael Robinson: See? Silence. My point exactly. My first match was for a world title. This? This little ‘match’ is, quite frankly, beneath me. But it's fine. I'm going to come down to that ring, and I'm going to prove exactly what I've been saying this whole time.

He gets close to the camera, bringing the mic close to his lips.

James Michael Robinson: It doesn't matter who you are. What you've done. Where you're from. The fact of the matter? I'm. Just. Better.

James palms the camera with his free hand, pushing it back.

James Michael Robinson: Get that thing out of my face. I've got a match to win.

The arrogant young man tosses the microphone over his shoulder with a smirk before walking away to prepare for his match.
Sitting in the Influencers luxury box in the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum is Vanessa Page as she is sitting in a chair with her cheek is set on her right hand, she is tapping her left foot up and down, as she has an annoyed look on her face. “Diamond Princess” Danielle Page looks over at Vanessa from the couch as she sips on an Apple Martini.

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page: Will you calm down? What is your problem, V?

Vanessa Page: Didn’t you not see that clown Rylie Page wrestle earlier? She thinks she is some hot shit just because she won tonight and she earned herself a United States title shot. She thinks she is better than us.

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page: I know, I know, V. Did you see how she and Utami shook hands after their match earlier? Gross, right? But we’ll take care of her.

Vanessa Page: Damn right we will! Rylie will regret spurning us and putting a bad mark on the Page name!

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page: Amen to that girl.

The door opens to the Influencers’ luxury box and “Classy” Bianca Page walks in. She walks over to where Danielle and Vanessa are sitting.

Vanessa Page: Where did you disappear to?

"Classy" Bianca Page: I had a little discussion with Trauma General Manager LeeAnn Viskan about getting an up close and personal look at tonight’s main event between Damon and Stacy for the NFW Championship.

Danielle has an impressed look on her face.

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page:Way to make tonight’s championship match a little more interesting, sis.

"Classy" Bianca Page: I know, right? How could it not be when one or all of the Influencers are involved.

Vanessa Page: So true. You’ll make Damon and or Stacy pay by defeating one of them at Rise of the Legends.

"Classy" Bianca Page: I cannot wait. Neither Damon nor Stacy cannot accept the fact that it was me who was victorious to close out WarestleWar. Not them but ME! They have to accept that a new era has arrived here in NFW. An era spearheaded by the Influencers. So what I am going to do now is go down to ringside for tonight’s championship match to see who gets the privilege to face me at Rise of the Legends.

Bianca turns around and walks out of the luxury box of the Influencers.

"Diamond Princess" Danielle Page: See that, V? Just like Binx is taking control of her destiny. So do we. We do that by shutting down Rylie and then going on to becoming the Alliance champions.

Danielle and Vanessa smile as they raise their glasses up in the air than cheer themselves.
In the Uber ride to the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum Ailyn Darrington begins her second Vlog.

Ailyn Darrington: Hey Goofballz, it's you girls Ai and Six here!

Ai repositions the video to include Six in the shot. Six's girlfriend friend Emi Agnelli is seen just for a moment sitting on the far side from Ai.

Six Ryan: We're here and excited for this Silly Girl’s match up tonight against Lana Corvin! Put a “A” in the chat if you think our girl will get the Dub. And, if you think Lana beats her, let's see those “L’s”?

There's a mix of both letters with there being more of the letter A as time passes.

Ailyn Darrington: Thanks for the love everyone, hopefully the only L we see tonight is next to Lana's name and not mine.

At this point it's only the letter A in the chat.

Emi Agnelli: Whoa, guys there are nearly five thousand people watching you right now, how cool is that?

Ailyn points the camera towards Emily who smiles and waves. She being a social media influencer herself the chat blows up with “Hi Emi” and hundreds other questions.

Six Ryan: Let's answer a few questions shall we? I saw a few good ones that should be fun to answer.

The chat explodes with even more questions.

Six Ryan: Here's a good one… “How are you liking being a main roster talent, Ai?”

Ailyn Darrington: Well, it's exactly what I expected and completely different at the same time. I love performing in front of all of you weekly and I especially like the love you Goofballz show back to me! Some of the madness and hate that comes with being one of the good people in the biz is kinda off-putting. But, I'm dealing with it. I'm glad I have a strong support system around me like Dax, Six, Emi, and Trav.

Emi Agnelli: Speaking of Dax, there are a lot of questions about the wedding. Like… Is it going to be streamed? Can I be invited? And, what's the honeymoon plans?

Ailyn Darrington: Not going to be live streamed, but will be recorded and posted the following day.

Six Ryan: Yep, I'll have it up on the 15th for everyone to see!

Ailyn Darrington: Sorry, it's a private affair so no fans can be invited and we've reached the capacity of the venue anyway. And as for our honeymoon destination, we're going on a tour of the UK for ten days in every single country on the island. It should be fun!!

Six Ryan: We got time for one last question seeing we're really close to the venue, let's see.

She looks over the chat and there's one recurring question.

Six Ryan: Everyone wants to know…What's the origin of the Silly Girl name?

Ailyn Darrington: It's me, how I live my life and such. I see this life as my duty to entertain our fans and it's far more fun to do so with happiness and joy rather than anger and entitlement like my opponent Lana tonight. So, Silly Girl is all about everything I do, does that make sense??

Six Ryan: It sure does, Bestie.

Ailyn Darrington: I totally did, didn't I? Alright everyone we're here… We love you all and tune in tonight to see me get the dub over Lana Corvin, Goofballz! Byes!!

Six Ryan: And like they're sayin'... You said doody!!

The van bursts out in laughter as the stream ends.
Seth Ernst: What a fantastic match we just witnessed folks, but we’d like to bring your attention to something we just received. We found some footage that was apparently captured earlier this evening. Let’s check it out.

Miranda Augustino: Who the hell was that?!

Lucas Knox: Someone attacked Ashley Kenyon?! What, do they have a deathwish?

Seth Ernst: Huh, apparently so!
It’s a familiar scene: the polished table, the candles, the otherwise-inky darkness all around. Right down to the book and the apple. But this time, the New Frontier Championship has its own little space, resting on a pillow of red velvet, surrounded by candles to give it a shine all its own. And as to that book, Damon seems to be a good ten percent into it now from the point at which he began, the old-school pen guided along the page with that familiar scratching sound.

And the champion’s mood? One could only call it content.

Damon Cross: Looking back on the past few weeks, a quote comes to mind from Game of Thrones.

There’s no glance at the camera, no change from the serene expression. And, as per usual these days, no raising of Damon’s voice. It’s calm, quiet, and deliberate; it demands that you lean in close and perk up your ears, paying close attention to catch every word.

Damon Cross: For the record, I enjoyed that show front to back, even with all its faults. Just another reason for some of you to hate me. But considering how that hate pays the bills? You can keep on doling it out like the drones you are.

A light chuckle emits from the champion. His writing pauses for a moment as he taps the blunt end of the pen against his chin.

Damon Cross: Before letting her little sister slash his throat, Sansa Stark tells Peytr Baelish “I am a slow learner, that’s true… but I learn.”

Twirling the pen in his hand, Damon suddenly points the business end at the camera, staring directly at it now.

Damon Cross: Stacy Jones learned on the March to WrestleWar XX. She learned that nothing is more powerful than the truth, that nothing is unbreakable, no one is unstoppable. She accepted that lesson with grace, as one would expect for a lady of her caliber. Yet even with that knowledge, she dares to hope. Hope is dangerous. It puts you in situations that you were better off avoiding, and which you would have had you any sense to speak of. Stacy, when this match was offered to you, you should have said no. Your soft heart is not ready for this, nor is your battered body. Yet here we are and, once again, I must be the bad guy.

The downside for you and everyone who loves you, Stacy, is that I enjoy being the bad guy. For all the hate that people send my way, for all the scathing comments on social media and on dirt sheets and all else, I love it. Make me the villain in all your stories, because, in my heart of hearts, I know that I’m the hero. The truth is on my side. History is in my hands. And until I decide otherwise, this championship-

He gives a knowing glance towards the championship.

Damon Cross: -is mine, to have and to hold, to elevate and glorify. And the more you hate me for it, the more determined I am to prove all of you wrong.

Then it’s back to writing, with a pause to take a bite out of the shiny red apple. Damon gives it a few moments, and the pause only agitates the fans watching. Of course, he knows that.

Damon Cross: Bianca Page, though…

Another dry chuckle, another pause for tasty fruit.

Damon Cross: ...you’re stubbornly, willfully ignorant. One might think it is cognitive dissonance, but you’re not smart enough to possess any belief beyond the wrongheaded one that consumes your very being, are you? Not since your equally-vapid, mentally-deficient namesake, Bianca Davis, have I seen someone so utterly devoted to being a waste of flesh and oxygen in this business. I’d almost say it's something to be proud of, but what pride should be afforded to a pimple on the ass of professional wrestling? At the very least, your kind is easy to deal with when the bell rings:

Setting the apple back down and returning to his writing, Damon again puts pen to page and writes out a few lines before finishing his point.

Damon Cross: You lance the blemish, you drain it, you apply medicine and bandage and you move on. Eventually it will go away. Oh, it’ll pop up somewhere else later… equally irritating, equally unwelcome… but still easily handled. Do you get the point, Bianca? I’m doing my best to use small, simple words that can fit in that skull of yours without distorting that bubble of hot air that is your entire personality, your very being.

Only now does irritation and impatience bleed into Damon’s tone, but only for a moment; he keeps his cool and continues his monologue.

Damon Cross: You want this title so badly that you’ve resorted to excuses and outright lies to justify your pursuit. I told you from the start that you’d never cash in on Stacy before WrestleWar XX and so it was. I made it clear that you wouldn’t successfully use it on me, either, and so it was. And with your only advantage depleted, you have the temerity to believe that, one-on-one, face-to-face, you have a snowball’s chance in hell of making me an ex-champion? Denial, it seems, is not just a river in Egypt.

He laughs dryly, setting the pen aside but leaving the book open so that the freshly-applied ink may dry without blemish. He finishes off the apple as well, setting the core neatly back on the table before picking up the championship and draping it over his shoulder.

Damon Cross: Understand this, Bianca: tonight, I’m going to defend my title against the breakable Stacy Jones. And I’m quite sure you’ll be at ringside running your mouth since, after all, that’s the only thing you’re good at. I’m equally aware that, at some point, you’re going to attempt to lay hands on me. And considering the goons I’ve seen you troll around with outside the arena, well, I can’t say I blame you. It’s like getting a taste of filet mignon after eating chop steak all your life. As a matter of fact, I welcome it.

Why?

Because it’s just a little more justification to snatch you by your hair implants, wrap my arm around your throat, and make your neck crooked for the rest of your miserable life. Unlike Sansa, Bianca, I’m NOT a slow learner. I handle threats immediately, effectively, permanently. So go ahead and leap, little girl. Just bear in mind that it’s a long fucking way down from the top of the mountain on which I rule.

Damon rises from his seat with a smirk, leaning down to the candles-

Damon Cross: Cross Aeternum.

-before blowing them out.