NFW Trauma #141 - 03/09/2024!

The sound of the opening theme fading off is immediately replaced with the opening notes of “Heart vs Mind” by I Prevail. The crowd goes into a frenzy, as the shrieking vocals that gets the song fully started kicks in.


With that, Kai Morgan jumps out through the curtain, dressed in his street clothes and raising up his arms to get the crowd hyped. He makes his way to the ring as Madoka Kawada chimes in.

Madoka Kawada: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome… Kai! Morgan!

Seth Ernst: Ladies and gentlemen, your eyes do not deceive you! You don’t need to adjust your devices! That is Kai Morgan, live and in the flesh for the first time in NFW in nearly a year!

Miranda Augustino: As someone who was at Rise of Legends last Wednesday when he returned, I can tell ya that it was just a loud in here then as it is right now! It’s clear to see that these fans have missed Kai Morgan and the particular brand of chaos that he brings to the New Frontier!

Kai makes his way into the ring, grabbing a microphone before gesturing to cut the music. For a moment, Kai just stands in silence, allowing the fans to show their passion.

Crowd: WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK! WEL-COME BACK!

Kai cups his hand to his ear, looking a bit confused.

Kai Morgan: Let me just stop and make sure I got this correct. You guys miss me, right?

The crowd lets out a heavy pop, as though to say “yes”.

Kai Morgan: Looks like hell froze over.

The crowd goes into a frenzy over hearing Kai’s voice for the first time in a while.

Kai Morgan: Hell has definitely frozen over. Over the past week, a lot of impossible things have been made possible…and I don’t know what’s more incredible: The fact that I’m back in an NFW ring…

The crowd once again cheers as though they as well are taking it all in.

Kai Morgan: …or the fact that you are all welcoming me back into it with such open positivity. But let’s touch on that real quick, because I’m not about to lie about or hide from my past. Let’s address the elephant in the room: The last time you all saw me here, Kai Morgan was a bit of a dirty word. I did not exactly leave here on good terms.

See, I’ve been finding the best way to lay this out, and bear with me if it’s not to your liking. I’ve done a lot of wrong. More wrong than anyone in my position should truly get away with, and I will hold my hands up right now and say that I apologize.

A low clap from the crowd now, seemingly admiring his sincerity.

Kai Morgan: But you all know me, I’m an honest man. Remember a little number named ‘Kai Never Lies’? That was much more than a gimmick. So with that honesty in mind, while I do apologize for it all, I will not in good conscience lie and tell you all that I regret a single bit of it.

The crowd descends into confused murmuring over Kai’s words.

Kai Morgan: Every story has some uncomfortable chapters, every journey has a bad road or two. And while I may not like the road I chose to take, I will never stop loving the destinations it took me, chief among them being right here in front of all of you once again!

A huge cheer from the crowd as they admire Kai’s reasoning.

Kai Morgan: And that leads me to WHY I’m here in front of you all again. See, briefly before I last left you all, I was graced with the news that I would be a father. Then around the time I left, it was made so. Kyle Junior. Turns one in a few months. Bound to be a heartbreaker one day.

The crowd gives Kai a cheer and a few awes at the mentioning of his child.

Kai Morgan: So then let me fast forward to mid-January of this year. It was HYBRID’s final event, Best Served Cold, and as always, I had little KJ with me in front of the screen, where he got to watch Aunt Jessica do her thing in the main event. In the end, we were both very happy to see her close out the entire promotion's lifetime, raising that Global Heavyweight Championship high. That’s the type of thing that shapes a legacy, and I’m glad to have seen that.

Cheers from the crowd, before they shout a chant to Kai that tells him exactly how they feel about the woman he’s mentioning.

Crowd: SHE DESERVES IT!
*clap clap clap clap clap*
Crowd: SHE DESERVES IT!
*clap clap clap clap clap*

Kai Morgan: You’re right. She does, and while I’m on the subject let me just tell her right now: Go on and finish that story, kid. You deserve it.

The crowd seems to cheer in agreement.

Kai Morgan: But as I was saying, she left behind a legacy with that performance, and it got me thinking about mine. One of these days, I’m no longer going to be here for my son. That’s just a fact of life. But when I do go, while I hope to leave behind a long line of good memories, my line of work in this ring will be the only tangible thing my son will have from me, and goddamn, am I determined to leave him with a father that he can be proud of.

The crowd seemed to agree with his sentiment.

Kai Morgan: So now I’m back, I’m here to do it all again, and I’m here to do it all…the right way…and the best way to start again is from the place you left off, and where I left off…

Kai looks directly into the camera now.

Kai Morgan: …Is with the New Frontier Championship!

The crowd gives a huge cheer from what this could be insinuating.

Kai Morgan: Now—

But at that very moment, the returning Kai Morgan, in the midst of pouring his heart out, is interrupted by the haunting guitars of Black Sabbath’s “God is Dead?”, heralding the arrival of the Godkiller, and the New Frontier Champion, Damon Cross! Immediately cheers turn to boos, raining down like heavy drops and hail upon the head of the champion! Yet, where he might smile and even encourage that harangue of negativity, this evening he has eyes for one person and one person only:

Kai Morgan!

Madoka Kawada: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the reigning and defending New Frontier Champion… DAMON CROSS!

Seth Ernst: I think we knew this was coming, fans! After Damon’s title defense against Bianca Page at Rise of Legends, Kai made his big return, and in the eyes of some, that return stole some of the champion’s thunder!

Miranda Augustino: Well-deserved thunder, I might add! The only man to win the World Heavyweight AND New Frontier Championships, who successfully defended his title on the same night that he won it? That should earn respect! Which is why a lot in the eyes of most of those you mentioned? They see Kai’s return, contrite and exciting as it was, to be disrespectful to this man! And I’m inclined to agree!

Making his typically slow walk to the ring, clad in a pure white suit with a black silk shirt, and a hat to match, the champion ascends the steps, wipes his soles, and steps in between the ropes. The belt gleams from its perch over his shoulder as he accepts a microphone from Madoka Kawada, calm as you please, and then walks up to Kai in the center of the ring. “God is Dead?” fades out and the fans are rumbling, wondering what’s gonna come of this very much expected confrontation! After a long pause, Damon breaks that silence:

Damon Cross: Now, you’re back to pick up where you left off, to return to a time when this championship-

He knowingly glances to the belt over his shoulder.

Damon Cross: -was yours. To a time when, for good or ill, these people hung on your every word and action, whether they loved you or hated you. To a point in this era where Kai Morgan’s name was on the lips of every wrestling fan for better or worse. Is that what you were about to say?

The champion speaks slowly, calmly, clearly. He does not raise his voice, forcing those in attendance and watching at home to lean in close and pay rapt attention to him to hear his message.

Kai Morgan: Those weren’t going to be my exact words, though I’ll take em.

Kai laughs, with it not being particularly clear if this is meant to be a slight at Damon, or just an ill-fated attempt to try and cut through the obvious tension in the ring.

Kai Morgan: Look…I completely understand that you’re not here to be a part of the homecoming parade, yeah? I also understand that the last time we shared a ring before last week, it wasn’t a particularly good look for either of us.

Kai pauses, trying his best to articulate what he wants to say next.

Kai Morgan: I wanna make my intentions clear and upfront with you, and I’m not about to do it through sneak attacks or a shoddy briefcase. I’m gonna do it face to face like a man: You have something that I want, and whether it’s tomorrow, next year, or any day in between…I’m coming to get it back.

Damon Cross: You’re welcome to try. It’s a new day, Kai. A new chapter in the history of professional wrestling. And the pen is in my hand, where it belongs.

The fans boo Damon and, with a smirk, he addresses them without ever taking his eyes off Kai.

Damon Cross: Your feelings are irrelevant. You had your chance, much like Stacy Jones, Bianca Page, and so many others, and you blew it. Your hate only empowers me!

And, naturally, the booing gets louder. But it’s back to Kai now.

Damon Cross: You want this title, Kai? You want to see Kyle Junior bouncing up and down as his old man brings home a shiny trinket? Then let’s fight. But, again: this is a new day… and you’re on the Godkiller’s time. I say we fight for it right here, right now!

Kai’s smile gains the addition of a bit of befuddlement behind it, with him quickly getting the sense that Damon is coming across a lot more arrogant than he last remembers, which in itself says a lot.

Kai Morgan: Hell, you wanna do this now? All you’re doing is saving me time.

Kai drops his microphone, before quickly removing his jacket as he signals for Damon to bring it on. Before either man has a chance to move, the ‘Tron lights up again as “POWER” by Kanye West begins, and James Michael Robinson walks out, strutting in wearing a suit and a smirk on his face as the crowd boos loudly.

James Michael Robinson: Shut up, idiots. The adults are talking.

James looks at Damon, and then to Kai.

James Michael Robinson: Well… I'm an adult anyway. Whatever. Listen.

He skirts around the champion warily, making his way down the ramp.

James Michael Robinson: Here's the deal. Kai? Literally no one is actually happy you're back. No one that matters, anyway. All these people?

James gestures out toward the crowd.

James Michael Robinson: These people are idiots, and all they're doing is simping for the king idiot

He points directly at Kai.

James Michael Robinson: That would be you, by the way. Who the actual hell do you think you are, thinking you can just show up outta nowhere and claim you're gonna challenge Damon for the title? Nah. That's not gonna happen.

James slowly climbs the stairs, stepping into the ring to stare down Kai.

James Michael Robinson: This can't be happening. If you get a shot, then everyone should get one, because all you had to do was walk through the stupid curtain and call it. The rest of us do the same thing literally every night we're here. If you want the champ, you gotta get through me first.

Kai smiles a bit.

Kai Morgan: It’s funny. You started off saying that an adult was talking, and then proceeded to rattle on like an entitled child.

The crowd cheers as Kai pauses.

Kai Morgan: Allow me to introduce myself to you, since they apparently scouted in a pre-school to get you. My name is Kai Morgan. One of the greatest to ever step into an NFW ring. These people know it. The folks in the back know it. Even this guy knows it, as loathe as he is to admit it.

The crowd once again cheers as Kai’s speech intensifies.

Kai Morgan: Yet, YOU think you’re in a position to play gatekeeper with ME? My man, you’re about to find out real quick that there ain’t a gate around here that I don’t have the keys to.

Kai comes in closer to James as he speaks again.

Kai Morgan: It’s like I told the champ: Tomorrow, next year, or any day in between, that title’s coming back to me. That means I’ve got plenty of time to spare. You wanna take up some of it stepping up to me…?

Kai now gets right up in James’ face.

Kai Morgan: You got it.

James pushes chest to chest with Kai, anger on his face as he lifts the mic to his mouth.

James Michael Robinson: Keep calling me kid, Old Man Morgan. I know who you are. And maybe you need to look into MY history, gramps. I've got a history with people named Morgan.

He suddenly drops his mic, headbutting Kai out of nowhere! The veteran stumbles back but recovers quickly, shoving James away. The younger man stumbles, turning into the turnbuckle as he seemingly loses his balance. Morgan grabs Robinson by the shoulder, spinning him around… only to catch a massive right from James that drops him to the mat! Robinson smirks, holding up his hand to reveal those damned brass knuckles!

And as all this happens? Damon, smirking every so slightly, leaves the ring and walks up the ramp without so much as looking back! The fans aren’t quite sure whether to boo Damon for not lending Kai a hand or James for being a dirty fighter! Meanwhile, James steps over Kai and picks the mic back up.

James Michael Robinson: Maybe next time you do your damned research, and know exactly who you're bowing up to.

He snarls before spitting on Kai's chest, dropping the mic down on Morgan before making his exit to a chorus of boos.

Seth Ernst: It seems that Kai Morgan’s path back to the New Frontier Championship has some bumps in it already!

Miranda Augustino: I may catch some flack for this, but I call this karma! Kai Morgan felt it appropriate to step all over Damon Cross’ moment last weekend! Now he’s getting a taste of his own medicine, courtesy of James Michael Robinson!
Right from the scene in ringside, she shot shifts backstage to inside the office of LeeAnn Viskan. The woman stands in business casual attire with a neat black blazer over a low cut blouse and skinny boot cut jeans with a pair of knee high leather heeled boots, arms folded across her stomach as she tilts her head at the screen.

LeeAnn Viskan: Well…man’s got guts, I’ll give him that.

Standing beside her, NFW CEO Steven Brody raises his eyebrows and makes a face.

Steven Brody: Yeah, there’s no denying that. Good luck keeping a handle on that one.

He gives his comrade a pat on the shoulder. Viskan laughs and rolls her eyes.

LeeAnn Viskan: Thanks for the vote of confidence, Steve.

Steven Brody: With you? Always! Oh! Hey.

Brody stops at the door and turns back towards her.

Steven Brody: Lawrence Witikar. Gwen got a hold of his agent. Discussions are being made.

Viskan smiles and slaps the CEO’s hand in a low five.

LeeAnn Viskan: Nice! Make sure you get the right show on that contract!

Steven Brody: Yeah, yeah. Hey, it’s Gwen. Not Gary. You remember Gary?

Viskan makes a face that says, while unfortunate, she does indeed remember…Gary.

LeeAnn Viskan: I wish I didn’t. Take care, man.

Steven Brody: Later, Lee.

Brody walks out of the office and the camera focuses on Viskan with an accomplished, smug grin on her lips as we fade to a Splat ad.
The cameraman was pacing back and forth outside of the locker room of NFW's newest tag team, the Twizted Sisterz. As the cameraman had finally stopped he saw the door opening and the two women emerging. Emma comes out first, while Zenia had been adjusting her headband. Emma tapped the shoulder of Zenia as she saw the cameraman standing there.

Emma Wexler: Doesn't he seem like a fun guy. Here to catch the newest spitfires before they go out to have fun. I've been looking forward to this all week, just me and my bestie going to do what we do best. Besides there's no one I'd rather do this with. First we clobber our opponents…

Zenia then comes beside Emma as she looked over at her smiling.

Zenia Hobbs: Then it's all about that party life. See we work hard and play even harder. I'll admit that this woman wasn't the easiest to get along with, Hell even had some tough matches against her. When the two of us came together though, nothing could stop us and now we're here to prove it.

Emma Wexler: We might be small but we are mighty. The other teams in this division might be bigger than us, but we have the heart.

Zenia looked at her bestie. She smiled as she listened then looked over at the cameraman.

Zenia Hobbs: Tonight we are going to take those first steps, and then continue until we—

Emma Wexler: Become.

Zenia Hobbs: NFW Alliance Champions. Time to go bestie.

The two hip bump as the cameraman watched the two of them walk down the hallway. They high five and laugh together as the camera turns to the ring.
The camera’s cut backstage to show the full force of Legacies. Their manager, Ashe, stands there with a serious look on his face. The Alliance Champions have their belts over their shoulders. After a moment Ashe finally speaks.

Ashe Corvin: Ever since Legacies formed they have been a force to be reckoned with. Dominant in everything they’ve done. Rise of Legends showed that again. But there has been discussion amongst all of us. The one who came up with the name is no longer a part of the group. As with everything in life, groups change. They adapt and evolve.

He pauses for a few moments.

Ashe Corvin: So it is fitting that it happens to us. Since every member is some form of second generation star it would make sense that this new generation continues in that legacy. This is a perfect time for that to happen. From here on out, this group of certified stars will no longer be called Legacies. We are the new generation, the new iteration of…

Pause for dramatic effect.

Ashe Corvin: Sedition Rising. I am the only former member who has any connection to this business. So it is my duty to continue the name, the tradition. Trauma, and NFW aren’t ready for what is coming.

Standing with one of the belts over her shoulder, Adrianna Salvatore steps forward. Black hair pinned back in a short, half ponytail. Dressed in black ripped jeans and, coincidentally, a new t-shirt for the renamed group.

Adrianna Salvatore: ”Conduct or speech inciting people to rebel against the authority of a state or monarch.” That, everyone, is the meaning of sedition. We do what we want. When we want. Where we want. How we want.

A cold smile spreads across her black lips as she gives the title on her shoulder a pat for reference.

Adrianna Salvatore: Rise of Legends was just the beginning. The rats in the office may have thought they threw a curveball. Thicc Attack may have thought they got one up on us but we are always and will always be steps ahead of everyone. Now, we see a lot of new talent coming in through the doors, looking to make names for themselves. We see a lot of familiar faces around here trying something new. Trying to “repackage” themselves, however you wanna word it. Let me give you all a bit of advice as someone who’s been doing things the Sedition Rising way from the very rebirth of New Frontier Wrestling.

As Ashe did, she pauses for dramatic effect. Adrianna stares hard into the camera.

Adrianna Salvatore: It won’t be enough. Not if you plan on surpassing any of us in this business. As long as we exist, the only certainty for anyone else is…you lose. You get nothing if we have our eyes on it.And if you somehow get there before us, enjoy the moment because when we get there, we’ll take it from you and leave your asses broken out in that fucking ring!

Her arm shoots out, pointing off camera before lowering slowly. Adrianna adjusts her belt on her shoulder.

Adrianna Salvatore: We rise… You fall…

Her last words come out in a growl before she calmly takes a step back, leaving the floor for a fellow member.

Suddenly from off camera to the right, a familiar voice speaks up.

Devon Slayton: ”We rise… You fall…”

The camera broadens its view wide enough as both Dylan Maverick and David Striker with Devon Slayton of the Phantom Troupe step into the picture. Dylan is wearing a pair of black jeans and a Chicago Bulls Pippen jersey while Striker is wearing a pair of tan cargos with a black shirt with the words “Young Punks” in empty orange letters on the chest and Devon is dressed as he normally is-but all three men look ready, but Devon steps forward.

Devon Slayton: You know, just when I think that I’ve heard the most cliche’ of fucking things, people like you lot keep on showing me how damn wrong I am. But all of that aside, I respect the hustle…I really do…but for all of this boasting that you all are doing, in an out and out war, your Rising couldn’t hold a candle to the Phantom Troupe, and you three know it because the hungrier a dog gets, the more vicious they become and the Troupe aren’t just hungry, children…they’re fucking STARVING!! So you can consider this an official challenge for the NFW Alliance championships…

David Striker then steps up with a cold smile on his face as he stares down all three members of the Alliance champions before him, his gaze finally ending on Jamie Austin herself.

David Striker: And don’t think for an instant that I’ve forgotten about you, Jamie. Go ahead and yuck it up now about how you had to settle for beating Jacob Striker’s kid brother…but this time how are you going to be laughing when I pin you to take those titles from your collective asses. Where will your humor be then?

Amongst Sedition Rising, Cherry Blackman opens her mouth to speak and starts to lunge forward but Adrianna places the back of her hand to Cherry’s chest as she steps forward, right up in David’s face. The two are almost nose to nose, given a few inches on David’s end. Adrianna’s mouth curls up into a sneer as her head tilts to the side. Slowly. Inquisitively.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...Are you gonna bark all day…little doggy? Or are you gonna bite? Besides…

She looks past him, towards Devon and Dylan. Her eyes scanning. Searching.

Adrianna Salvatore: As I see it…you gents are a bit short to be laying challenges down. Where’s your little Swashbuckler friend?

Her eyes flash over to Devon and she lets out a scoffing chuckle.

Adrianna Salvatore: Or are you planning on stepping in for him?

Devon lets out a very dry, dark sounding chuckle as he shakes his head slowly.

Devon Slayton: You know, that actually goes to what was said earlier about trying something new because during our downtime we weren’t being lazy, but in fact we decided that a change was needed…a way to restore the Troupe after a fashion.

Dylan Maverick: To put it simply, we replaced the ”swashbuckler” as you put it with an Assassin.

After Dylan finishes saying that, the “Elegant Assassin” DJ Hunter then steps up right next to his tag team partner and former co-holder of the Project Honor World Tag Team championships, already dressed to wrestle and with a look of extreme confidence on his face as he stares right into the face of Adrianna.

DJ Hunter: Oh don’t worry, we’re going to *BITE*...but either way, the challenge is still there. Unless all that you’ve been doing this entire time has been nothing but sprouting nothing more than pretty words and hot air?

“The Walking Apocalypse” turns her attention to DJ as he steps up and shifts her position to stand in front of him. These two…are practically nose to nose as Adrianna stares right into his eyes. Another dark smile slowly spreading across her lips until that grin reaches an almost “Joker-esque” level. She leans forward, just barely touching her forehead to DJ’s.

Adrianna Salvatore: ...Challenge accepted…

Adrianna gives DJ’s head a little shove with her own before stepping back with the rest of Sedition Rising. Ashe Corvin smiles slightly.

Ashe Corvin: We’ll be in touch.

Ashe turns and walks out of frame with the rest of Sedition Rising slowly turning to follow. Lana Corvin rolls her eyes at the four men and simply moves to follow her father but not without making a “jerking” motion and flinging her hand in their direction. Cherry throws the Troupe the middle finger on her way out. Adrianna claps an arm around Otto’s shoulders and the two follow. Jamie’s the last one to follow, lingering for just a moment for a staredown with David before she turns to join her team. The shot focuses on the Phantom Troupe watching the Alliance Champions go, all watching with looks of confident focus as the crowd murmurs in anticipation, watching on the tron and the shot fades out.
The camera returns to the ring, As the lights go out in the arena. Nothing is heard at first then, a loud boom is heard and believer by state of Mine begins playing. Darcy makes her way out from the back and puts her arm up as fireworks shoot off behind her. She is carrying a mic, getting it just after she had hit the bottom of the ramp. She then climbs up into the ring where she heard the cheers of the fans as she smiled softly. She then waved to a couple in the front row then looked out.

Darcy Graves: As I have pointed out many times before, I had earned my Genesis Championship match. Forgiving the fact that rich cunt decided to stick her nose in my business, I could have been the one defending it at rise of Legends. Instead I watched from the back as my good friend Travis, had his soul ripped from him by that harpy and her little friend.

“Harpy” begins chanting throughout the arena as Darcy laughs a bit. She then perks up.

Darcy Graves: You lot are too funny, so I guess she didn't learn a thing. You see lass, as your bodyguard will tell you, I'm no one's pet, and if you want to see what a real fight is, you'll come out here alone, and face me.

All of a sudden, Darcey is cut off by The Gates of Kieve, followed by Hella Good by No Doubt as the fans boo loudly at the sound of the theme music of the Genesis Champion, herself the woman who beat Travis Levitt for it, that being the Queen herself Bianca Davis. Soon coming out first was Tasha Jackson looking meaningly out toward the ring, followed by Simon, who moves out of the way as the Queen herself is carried out on a giant throne; the fans greet this with loud boos as she does her trademark wave while raising her brand new championship with her free hand high in the air letting the world get a good long look at it. As she laughs loudly at the boos before placing her belt back down and demanding a microphone, which Simon gets her, as she motions for her music to cut as she raises the microphone to her lips, which only causes more boos. As her haughty tone soon graces the peasants once they quiet down a bit.

Bianca Davis: Ahem, now this cesspool arena can say it has been once again graced by royalty. Your royal majesty, your ruler have graced you, and yes, now your brand new Genises champion the pinnacle of all you wish you could be and the Centerpiece of this very show, Queen Bianca Davis, and you may now worship me.

The fans boo as the men carrying her keep moving her as she looks down with a snobby-looking scowl at the booing cretins; she was gracing them before her match as well as this interloper Darcey Graves.

Bianca Davis: Now, hush because your Queen is speaking. Now, Darcey Graves, you have a really bad habit of trying to rise above your station. I mean, wasn’t in Hybrid I offered you a spot in my service, and you thought you knew better, and what happened was you were beaten down and pretty much out of the company, right? A pity, my good friend had you as her bodyguard, but you thought you could rise above that, and well, look at you, you haven’t learned much of anything at all, have you? I mean, you backed the dragon, and speaking of, guess what your Queen did?!

Bianca said in a rising obnoxious tone, which of course, drew more boos, as Bianca puts her gloved hand to her ear as if encouraging the reaction.

Bianca Davis: I SLAYED THE DRAGON! I escaped the cage, I took his championship, and there is nothing he can do about it, nothing any of you can do about it, so get used to this site because it is something you will see for a long, long time.

Darcy backed up smirking as she looked at the Queen. She then took a step forward to the edge of the ring then put the microphone up.

Darcy Graves: let's see, you only slayed the dragon because you had help. Just like now, you couldn't come out here without tweedle dee, and tweedle dumber because you can't stand to face me on your own. Yes, in the past lies some dark stains and one of them is yours. I also showed that other cunt what it means to cross my path. You know…

“Tweedle Dumber” starts breaking out in the arena as Darcy begins laughing pointing at Simon. She then focused up looking at Bianca.

Darcy Graves: See what I've learned is that, I don't need anyone to back me. I'm just an Irish spitfire who knows how to handle herself. Me pops only travels with me for advice. What do you have? Sure you have your waves of yes men who will do anything you say. Me, I had Travis, I haven't spoken with him in a bit but he would agree. Plus didn't your little guard there learn anything from the last time? Maybe we need to go look.

A video pops up showing Darcy going through Tasha Jackson on a table. She shrugs her shoulders as she looked back.

Darcy Graves: So you can bring whomever you want. I'm gonna take from you what should have been mine to begin with and that is that Genesis title you hold so closely to yourself.

Bianca rolls her eyes before narrowing them in a scowl toward the audience and then the woman in the ring. As she soon puts the microphone up to her lips.

Bianca Davis: Listen Darcy that is so cute but that doesn’t make you worthy of a title shot against me. You want one earn it, that goes to anyone I am not about to defend my title against just anyone I am not a charity case, if someone has a shot against me, it is because I allow it. Because, I rule Tramua, and I rule all of you.

The fans boo ths statement as the procession stops right by the ring as its lowered adn Tasha and Simon help Bianca off of her throne, she saunters up the stairs, giving the fans her pageant wave. As the boos only grow from there as Simon and Tash hold each side of the ropes as she enters the ring.

Bianca Davis: So I suggest you start figuring how you’re going to earn a shot at me, because until then you’re not on my radar and be thankful you’re not.

Darcy laughed into her microphone as she moved into the face of the queen that stood in front of her. She then put her mic between the two of them.

Darcy Graves: You know Queenie, here's the thing. I'm that tiny blip on your radar which you've got so far up your ass, all you hear is the beeps coming from it. See I had earned my last title match with Travis, and then you and your little cronies here interrupted it. So instead of getting to that point… maybe you'll remember who I am.

She goes over to the ropes and drops Tasha off the ring apron pulling Simon over the top rope looking over at Bianca. She lifted him into a one way trip slamming him down. She then smiled getting up looking at Bianca.

Darcy Graves: Got your attention now. I'll see you soon bitch

She tossed her microphone as she got out of the ring. She backed up the ramp giving her a L as she laughed.
The scene changes from the victorious Davis in the ring, to a shot of that same scene on a TV backstage. Standing nearby is the former NFW Genesis Champion, ‘The Dragon’ Travis Levitt. Trvis stares at the screen with a long look in his eyes, just watching as Davis celebrates with her title before Dominique Ciotti steps into the frame just behind his shoulder.

Dominique Ciotti: Travis? Do you have a moment?

Travis sighs softly but then turns slowly to look at Dominique. Staring at her for a moment he finally nods softly and steps up beside her, hands going into the pockets of his jeans. Dominique watches him for a moment and then speaks up.

Dominique Ciotti: So, Rise of Legends didn’t go how you hoped. How are you feeling a week later?

Travis Levitt: Honestly? I’m more disappointed in myself than anything. When I won the Genesis title, I wanted to use it to get some big matches here in NFW. And in some ways, I got what I wanted. I started NFW off in 2024 with a match I’ll personally remember for a long time, when I welcomed Ailyn Darrington to the New Frontier with a banger. Darcy Graves. Jericho Kerry. Otto Nova. I got some good matches in but….

Travis gives a gentle shrug and sighs, shaking his head.

Travis Levitt: In the end, I lost my title because I was too focused on destroying Davis. So yeah. I’m disappointed in myself. And I was so sure I’d beat her, I even wagered my rematch clause, so I can’t go give her a good kicking like she deserves.

Dominique Ciotti: Well, what's next for The Dragon then?

Travis Levitt: I honestly haven’t started thi—

Before Travis can continue, another person steps into the frame, and Travis is cut off, as he stares at the large Samoan man that just stepped into the frame.

Kūali’i Tofilau: What’s next for The Dragon… is getting out of the God of Thunder’s spot. I don’t know if you got the memo around here, Travis… but this show runs on MY time now. Nobody on Collision could handle me, it’s why I got brought over here… you know what?

He says, looking at Travis up and down with a smirk on his face
Kūali’i Tofilau: What do you REALLY bring to the table here, Travis. More… ‘woe is me, I lost my title so now I need to do the wrestling real good so I can get it back’ like we’ve heard a thousand times before?


Travis stares at Tofilau for a moment as he considers his response before forcing a smile across his lips.

Travis Levitt: So. You’re the one.

Travis pauses for a moment and gives Dominique a look before jerking his head towards Kuali’i.

Travis Levitt: It’s him.

Even Dominique seems confused as Travis turns back to look at Kuali’i with a smile.

Travis Levitt: That one person that strolls backstage, looking to talk shit and look down on people. Wants to act like he knows everything, when all he really wants is a fight. I know you, Kuali’i. I heard how excited LeeAnn was to get you on Trauma. Know you think you’re divine, when you’re just another loud mouthed bully. So, let me ask you…

Travis now steps slightly closer, going jaw-to-jaw with Kuali’i and staring into his eyes intently.

Travis Levitt: You want that fight?

Kuali’i scoffs, looking to the side before turning his attention back to the more serious Levitt.

Kūali’i Tofilau: The God of Thunder will take on any and all comers, Dragon… but when the history of this company is spoken about later down the line… the question you shouldn’t be asking me is if ‘I want that fight’... what you should be asking yourself, Travis…

Tofilau inches closer, and in almost a whisper he continues.

Kūali’i Tofilau: ’Is this how I’m prepared for my career to end…’

He pulls away, that grin ever present on his face as he keeps his cool and calm demeanour.

Kūali’i Tofilau: You said it yourself, Dragon. You say that I think I’m divine… that I’m all high and mighty… when the truth of the matter is this. I am divine. I am high and mighty. I am exactly what New Frontier Wrestling needed… and I gifted it to this company on a silver platter… if you wanna be the first one to try and step up and box with God…

You’re gonna find out that your arms will be just… too… short.

Travis listens intently as Kuali’i speaks and waits a moment, before looking down at his arms and flexing them a little, shaking them slightly before curling a fist. Looking at it for a moment, he then glances back up at Tofilau with a slight smile.

Travis Levitt: I think my arms are plenty long enough. So, how about you and I test your divinity? This month, there’s a little show called March Mayhem. Random matches, all luck of the spin. What do you say, ‘God’? Want to test your divine luck on the wheel?

Once more Kuali’i scoffs, watching Travis as he flexes his arms before looking at him once again.

Kūali’i Tofilau: You really want to leave your fate up to chance, Dragon? That’s fine by me. I know the gods are smiling down upon me… can you say the same?

Kuali’i flashes a smirk at Travis and then turns and walks away, Travis watching him leave, staring at the God of Thunder’s back for a long moment before he turned back to Dominique and smiles.

Travis Levitt: Well. Guess we know what I’m doing next now.

And with that the scene cuts out.
We cut backstage to the Queens of Chaos locker room. She is seen pacing around in the room, the normal, happy, smiling face is gone right now, replaced with a look of anger and focus. She eventually stops, taking a deep breath, her eyes fixated on the ground still.

Jessie Robinson: I’m so sick of my brother. I’m sick of him thinking that the world owes him everything all because he couldn’t keep his anger in check and he just had to go and try and prove a point with a legend in Andrew Payne, my trainer and now uncle. He knew what would happen when he did what he did and he expected me to stick by his side even though he did the wrong thing. He wanted me to throw away everything I have ever dreamed of because he was STUPID!

Jessie screams that last word, her body shaking in anger. She can barely keep herself composed.

Jessie Robinson: James you have done nothing but be a thorn in my side since you decided to show your face in Hybrid and then you decided to follow me here to NFW! I know you’re jealous of me, I know it eats you up inside that I’m loved and adored. I know it eats you up inside knowing that I’m everything you wished you could be! This all ends tonight in this tag team match. Your boyfriend seems nice enough, but he’s more of a bottom than I am and that’s saying a lot!

Jessie pauses, trying to compose herself, but failing the more she thinks and talks.

Jessie Robinson: Stefan, I know you say that my brother isn’t all bad, and at one point in time, I would have agreed with you on that. Heck, growing up, James and me, we were inseparable, he was my best friend, but when you decided to try and prove a point and let your ego get in the way of what we had dreamed of our entire lives, you couldn’t accept the fact that I couldn’t stand beside you and throw my dream away like you were trying to. Now, you just have to make my life a living hell and I need to end this with you once and for all. Tonight, this is going to end. Tonight, I’m going to show you why I’m a true Queen, why I’m the Queen Bean of the Queens of Chaos!
Backstage at the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum. Valereigh and Deedray warming up. Jericho turns a corner behind them hand in hand with Kaydence Valentine.

Deedray: You primed?

Jericho: You know it Dee. Kaydence has some good tips on energy.

Kaydence: I’ll share them later. You guys must be excited to close the show. Might be a tad bias, The Kerry’s should main event every Saturday. Putting butts in seats is the Kerry way, right?

Jericho: Been that way since Opa debuted in the early 1950s.

Deedray: Feels weird to say. How Opa was puttin butts in seats, grandpa after him, then dad, now us.

Valereigh: Its like a complete circle back, Dee. We stand on business and people come to watch it.

Jericho: Vals right and we cant stop here. Main event is great. Its where we belong. But we arent stoppin until we get back the titles.

Kaydence: The Alliance Championships is a groundbreaking concept. It’ll give you flexibility. We can brainstorm about that later. Lets focus on tonight. Get another win under your belts. LeeAnn can’t deny The Kerry’s a place at the table.

Deedray: Ok I like her alot more now.

Jericho: Good to hear, but we do need to be focused. The win tonight could mean everythin. So we gotta focus.

Valereigh: Game faces siblings. We aint gonna go quietly.

Jericho: We aint goin anywhere. We never were. And its time to nail that coffin shut without us in it. And to put down some of Canadas finest with it.

Deedray: Oh-stees day Bockeron

Valereigh: Les Osties de Bûcheron. Its um well they're freakin lumberjacks but the word isnt freakin.

Kaydence: Les Osties, whatever, don’t stand a chance. Goooooooooooooooooooo Kerry’s. Wooooo!!!

Fade
We go backstage and the three members of Les Osties are all looking into the camera facing them, primed for their upcoming match.

Johnny Guilbeault: Chicago, êtes vous prêts?! (Are you ready?!)

The crowd is very clearly on their side and can be heard faintly in the background as Johnny smiles.

Johnny Guilbeault: Croix-nous ont est prêt aussi, tabarnak! (Trust us, we’re ready too!)

Mathieu Dupuis: Ey, famille Kerry! It nice to meet you, but more nice to beat you. Premiere main event and we will not… shit, c’est quoi le mot (what’s the word)… Poof, parles-en! (Poof, you talk to them!)

Ti-Poof: CHICAGO!!!!!!

The crowd pops again as Ti-Poof smiles his big goofy grin.

Ti-Poof: Tonight, we go three on three with the Kerry Family, and I have to be honest… we don’t like their odds. I mean, they look great and they’re probably really good workers, but the three of them against the three of us? It’s almost criminal.

Mathieu Dupuis: Criminel en esti… (criminal as fuck)

Ti-Poof: I mean, just the sound of the fans in the Vlad Blackheart Coliseum blowing the roof off the place when we come out later on will be deafening to them. The fact I probably outweigh all three of them myself should be cause for concern. But we’re not concerned about that. We’re concerned…

Mathieu and Johnny slap Ti-Poof’s chest

Mathieu Dupuis: Je suis pas inquiète, moi. (I’m not worried)

Johnny Guilbeault: Ouin, c’est quoi ça d'être inquiet? (yeah, what’s this about being worried?)

Johnny playfully pushes Ti-Poof to the side and smiles,clearly the more charismatic of the group.

Johnny Guilbeault: We belong here. Main event, every week. Bring us your best, and they go down like the rest. Famille Kerry, let’s fight. Oh, et Orphynne?

Johnny holds up his hand like a phone and winks before they push their way past the cameraman.
Ailyn stands in the ring alone after winning her tag team match and asks for a mic. She looks like she has a purpose on her mind as she brings the stick to her mouth.

Ailyn Darrington: That was a lot of fun and I'd like to thank Bean for partnering with me tonight. We brought home the dub and I'm eternally grateful for her friendship!!

The crowd pops really loud for the Silly Girl.

Ailyn Darrington: That brings me to my major concern. I need some direction here and from what I know from my lifetime of training at TRIOCS, if you don't ask, you won't get in this business.

“Reach out and touch faith!”

Ailyn is cut off as Marliyn Manson’s cover of Personal Jesus hits. Out from the back comes none other than Lana Corvin along with her father and Manager Ashe. The pair stop at the entrance as the music dies down. Lana lifts a mic up with a pause before speaking.

Lana Corvin: Jesus Christ, can you shut the fuck up? Like, seriously, if you need help with direction you don’t belong in this business. You ain’t gonna get handouts. There’s a free lesson far better than anything you would have ‘learned’ at that second-rate clown school.

Ailyn Darrington: Ohh, it's you again. The one that no one cares about. Good evening, Miss Corvin, may I help you. Or are you lost??

Ai giggles to herself as she looks over her shoulder and from near the announcer desk her bestie and manager Six Ryan slides under the bottom rope to even the odds.

Lana smirks and shakes her head.

Lana Corvin: You know I would say you are beating a dead horse with that lame excuse for a joke. But given who trained you, that is pretty much par for the course. You give every generational talent in this industry a bad name. You want some direction? How bout this.

Lana pauses for a moment.

Lana Corvin: Direct yourself to the exit and let the real talent take over.

The two TRIOCS trained women laugh and point at each other.

Ailyn Darrington: Why would we leave? It's too much fun to annoy people like you. You're just like everyone that has a legacy in this business. Yeah, I'm a Ruin and fully aware of what my maiden name affords me. You're not the only one that's trying to navigate this biz with a story before them. But, the difference between you and I is I'm doing so with dignity and respect. I'm not so sure you even know what those words even mean, Missy! Yes, you had a fantastic 2023, but this is a new year and I'm here to bring a new feel to this company mostly through being the Silliest Girl around!! Now, continue talking whatever rather uninteresting rhetoric you want these fine people to hear. We're all waiting with bated breath.

The crowd response is very much pro Ailyn at this moment. Lana shoots a glance at her dad and both chuckle.

Lana Corvin: Ah yes, a new feel. But did you ever stop to think if anyone here wants you to try and turn this company into a fucking circus? You wanna be silly? Go and join a circus with the other fucking clowns.

Lana takes a single step forward.

Lana Corvin: But since it seems like you enjoy playing fuck around, how about you get on the second half of that game and find the fuck out?

Ai takes a step forward herself and Six puts a hand on her chest to stop her. Six reaches a hand to her friend and Ailyn hands the mic to her.

Six Ryan: We're not going to give you what you want today, Lana. Neither of you are getting paid for violence tonight. So you and whoever that guy is turn around and piss off!

The Silly Girl's body relaxes and she steps back next to her friend. Ai takes the mic back looking frustrated.

Ailyn Darrington: There's nothing interesting enough about you I want to find out, Girl. You bore me, so what’s going to happen is we're going to exit this ring and I'm sure we'll meet when the time is right as my wise friend stated.

Ai exits the ring with Six in tow and heads up the ramp towards Lana and Ashe with a big smile on her face as she passes the Corvins with her hands up in a peaceful gesture. As the pair pass them Lana flexes towards Ailyn who jumps back from her slightly. Lana chuckles as she waves to Ailyn. Having the mic still in her hand Ai responds as she walks backwards into the backstage area.

Ailyn Darrington: Oooooweee, soooooo scary!!

She tosses the microphone at the Corvins as the two girls make their leave.
Everything comes into focus and as it does we are treated to the sight of Crystal Zdunich with the US Championship slung around a shoulder. She looks at it and grins before her eyes meet with that of the cameras.

Crystal Zdunich:Hello everyone! Your beloved US Champion is here. I just want to say from the bottom of my heart that it feels good to get past Rylee. She was definitely tough competition but I am going to do whatever it takes to hold onto this championship. It has taken me a very long time to come to this title. I have been in NFW for three long years. That’s three years of having to build myself up. Three years of trying to prove myself, three years of having to hear the same stuff over and over again. It was about Free Seleana, it was about Free Alexandra, it was about how I was a cancer, I am nothing, and everything else that came under the sun.

Crystal nods her head as she keeps her eyes focused on the title and continues to speak.

Crystal Zdunich:Quite often I was part of the blame for what I did. I put myself into some really bad situations and you know what I am not going to shy away and say I wasn’t superficial and didn’t deserve the treatment. I own my mistakes but after a long two plus year journey. The very moment I won the US Championship was the moment that I was going to be taken seriously and I refused to stay quiet and watch others rise up. Now that I am in such a huge spot I plan to stay here for a while, and even when I one day lose the title I will still bust my ass to prove I belong to be in a spotlight or a featured spot on every card. Nothing is just to be given but everything is to be earned. Hell even from stuff from Collison and seeing my feed with comments between Morgan and my sister in-law Eavan, I heard my name come up from Morgan in a negative way that Seleana could do better.

Crystal smirks as she looks at the camera.

Crystal Zdunich:Honestly she probably could and I won’t deny what Morgan said. She has a right to an opinion and it’s one that’s very valid. But what I do know is that I am not a quitter. What I do know is that I have had my own share of demons as well. I had to overcome being a coke addict, I had to overcome being an alcoholic, and an egotistical maniac. The journey isn’t to be quick but I am trying to work as hard as I can with each and every passing day that I can be a victor that overcomes everything. My journey in NFW started with facing the very best that this company had to overcome in Marilyn Matthews. She is by far one of the very best, and even though she beat me, what I learned was teachable moments. I just got out of a long feud with Lana and I had overcome it. I got some defenses out of the way but I still want more. I want to be an inspiration to my little daughter Aurora when the world tells you that you can’t do something. You can find the will to still do the unthinkable. That is me in a nutshell.

If there is one thing that I can do right it’s be a good champion and I plan to do exactly just that. Keep lining them up and I will defend this title with the best of my ability. Bring it in, nothing, and I mean nothing will ever stop this rose from blossoming.

With that crystal raises her title as we slowly fade out on this image.
The voice of a girl is heard speaking while pen goes to paper.

Girl: Who is your hero? The teachers asked us this in class today and I responded with my stepdad because he's a firefighter. If I was to imagine my hero, though, it wouldn't be my dad. My imagined hero would be a woman who is strong.

Close ups of the pen leaving strokes of ink on the paper flash rapidly.

Girl: She's able to fight against anybody and come out on top. She's able to overcome anything to rescue those who are in distress. She's able to help or find help for those who are in need. She stands for all that is good in the world despite how much is bad.

More close up strokes of the pen are seen.

Girl: She is respected by those she helps, works with, and even her own enemies. Rumors of her might become legends over time as tales are passed through the generations. Eventually, the frequency of her appearances wane, though, and her physical presence fades and many forget her face.

The focus on the paper zooms out slightly as the girl's hand is now seen moving the pen quickly with precision.

Girl: Then, there comes a time when she's needed again. Truly needed by everyone, but she's nowhere to be seen. People lose hope and fall back into the slump they fell into before she first appeared. Then, as soon as the world is about to go completely dark, a glimmer of hope appears.

The focus on the paper continues to zoom out over the head of the girl as she continues to draw.

Girl: This glimmer of hope happens when somebody else takes up the mantle of the original hero. Somebody dedicated to the same cause and willing to do what it takes to keep the legacy of the original hero alive. The people feel safe once again and celebrate the original hero not knowing it's a new version. My hero is eternal as she falls away, is replaced, and is strengthened once again. My hero never dies and is never too far away.

The drawing on the paper is now completely visible...


Girl: One day, it'll be my turn to join the fight, the battles, and save the lives. When that day comes, the whole world will know me as Orphynn.