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Trauma kicks off hard with a raucous crowd, but the bulk of their reaction is on the negative side, and we see why as the cameras center on the ring: the NFW Champion, dressed all in black, is standing front and center as “God is Dead?” plays over the sound system. And from the looks of the expression on his face, he’s not in a pleasant mood.Seth Ernst: Welcome to Trauma, fans! As you can hear from this wild crowd, we’re being joined right from the start by the New Frontier Champion, Damon Cross!
Miranda Augustino: Would it kill these people to show a little respect for the Godkiller?!
Lucas Knox: It might. He’s not exactly endearing himself to folks these days.
With the calmest of gestures, Damon causes the music to be shut off. Title over his shoulder and microphone in his hand, the champion wastes little time in addressing the crowd in his calm, almost conversational tone.
Damon Cross: To truly know a person, you must walk a mile in their shoes. That’s an adage that some people around here are taking very seriously. Perhaps… too seriously.
And that’s all it takes; the fans in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Coliseum start stomping and clapping and chanting one word over and over again at the champion:
Crowd: ”DRA-GON! DRA-GON! DRA-GON!”
Taking all this in, Cross stands and listens. He watches. He even holds the microphone out for the crowd to roar into. On some level, he even seems to be enjoying the reaction. But that slick smirk hides another feeling entirely.
Damon Cross: Travis Levitt-
Another roar from the crowd, supporting the man determined to be Damon’s next contender. Cross licks his lips and pauses again before responding.
Damon Cross: -you’re no dragon. The only wrestler worthy of that title is half a world away. These people can hang on your every word, fawning over your every act with all that they can muster, but deep down? They know that they’re going to be disappointed. It isn’t like it used to be, Travis. A few kind words, a few handshakes, a salute to the unwashed masses and, just like that, you’re a hero. Conversely, a few sharp insults, some shade tossed on the town of the day, and a cheap shot or two? Suddenly, you’re the vilest of the vile. You would have thrived in those times, Travis. Simpler times. Where people didn’t think as much. Where they just wanted escape and entertainment. You were made for that era.
But this isn’t that era, is it?
And now the boos are back, but Damon revels in them, subtly as that may be.
Damon Cross: Wrestling is more nuanced now. These people are waiting for a reason to turn on you, to toss the proverbial bucket of cold water on your fire. Oh, they’re cheering you now, but do you know why?
He gives it a few moments, then spreads his arms wide, title in one hand, in a very… Jesus-like pose.
Seth Ernst: That’s… subtle, I guess?
Miranda Augustino: Hah! Where’s the lie, though?!
Lucas Knox: The sad part is that he might have a point.
The boos get heavier, but Damon is immune. He lowers his arms, puts the belt back over his shoulder, and brings the mic up again.
Damon Cross: They don’t cheer you on because of you. They do it because of who and what I am. If you were facing Stacy Jones, they would hate you with all they have. If you were facing Marilyn Matthews, the adulation would be tempered with respect. And so on. They love you… because they hate me.
They’re certainly showing that hate, but Damon keeps going without pause.
Damon Cross: And if some dog-kicking, baby-slapping, son-of-a-whore wanders into this ring and hits me in the mouth? Someone who would be better served rotting in a cell for the rest of their life? They’d love THEM, too. Because of me. Do you get it yet?
He gestures grandly to the arena.
Damon Cross: I am what makes the world that is NFW turn. And you have the temerity to think that because you beat who I beat, replicate what I have done, that that makes you worthy? You’re missing the point, Travis. Misled by these drones and by your own heart and mind, too. What I am didn’t start with beating Stacy Jones; I had done that years before. It didn’t start with Bianca Page or Kai Morgan, either. You’re tiptoeing through my giant footprints and acting like that makes you viable? Allow me to shatter this illusion:
The camera is beckoned closer.
Damon Cross: Worthiness is decided by the Godkiller and the Godkiller alone. You have potential and star power, Travis, and I’m more than happy to defend this title against you. I could see from the start, when we teamed up, that the fire you claim is inside you? It’s barely an ember. And you won’t go to the pinnacle in NFW, or anywhere else, until I’ve stoked that flame and shown you what it truly takes to be a proper champion. Honestly, you really only had to ask.
That damned smirk again as the crowd, a bit unsure how to take this, keep right on railing against Damon… even if the reaction is a little confused now.
Damon Cross: The only question now is… do I take this cheap imitation of my own ascension, a literal mucking of an epic story pared down into a few bright spots and endless filler a la Battlefield Earth, as an insult?
Or a cry for help?
Seth Ernst: Little harsh, is it? Travis has earned his right to challenge for the title and Damon’s just shitting all over it!
Miranda Augustino: Still waiting to hear the lie, though, Seth! What makes Damon great is so much more than his path solely to the NFW Championship, and he wants Travis to know that!
Lucas Knox: If I’m Travis, I’m taking all this with a grain of salt; Damon gets in the heads of opponents every bit as well as his trainer did…
The smirk becomes a grin, albeit briefly.
Damon Cross: Time will tell. And the Godkiller will be watching, whelp.
He turns as if to go, then holds up a finger and turns back to the camera.
Damon Cross: And before I forget… Jasmine Matthews?
Damon’s mouth becomes a hard, thin line as the crowd reacts well to Jasmine’s name, even getting a brief “Kingdom” chant going.
Damon Cross: What is a king to a god? What is a god to a non-believer? To a Godkiller, it’s all the same. Your old man was one of a kind, someone I respected despite the brutality he visited upon me. You? You’re a cheap imitation with the wrong chromosomes, and if I have to, I will rip your castle down one stone at a time, to show you who truly deserves to be beheld in NFW!
He thrusts the belt up high to another round of boos.
Damon Cross: Cross Aeternum!
“God is Dead?” hits again and Damon leaves the ring, heading up the ramp as the cameras turn to commentary.
Seth Ernst: Harsh words. Is it me or does Damon seem more… on edge? Stressed, even?
Miranda Augustino: Now you’re just seeing things! Hearing them, too! This is Damon Cross we’re talking about!
Lucas Knox: Hey, it doesn’t matter who you are. When people come at you from all sides, something’s gotta eventually give.
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Match #1/Singles
Harlow Prince NFW Debut!
Harlow Prince smirks cruelly as Just Greg stands one just Greg away from her. Just Greg looks to step forward but Harlow turns and runs to the ropes. She rebounds off and goes into a tumbling handspring back elbow that knocks Just Greg one just Greg away from where Just Greg had just been. Just Greg gets back to his feet and Harlow hits a jumping knee strike. Just Greg bounces off the ropes and Harlow catches him for Hellfire. She covers.ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Madoka Kawada: Here is your winner…HARLOW…PRINCE!TWO!
THREE!
Lucas Knox: That might be the quickest debut we’ve ever seen!
Miranda Augustino: I give her props for reflexes, but I can’t even judge her technique yet! Goddamn, chiquita!
Winner: Harlow Prince
Result: Pinfall (Hellfire)
Result: Pinfall (Hellfire)
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The camera cuts to backstage where Dominique Ciotti is standing with a mic in hand.Dominique Ciotti: I'm here tonight with somebody who upset a lot of fans last week when she brutally destroyed the AI robot known as Ticket. I'm talking about none other than Pandemonia. Pandemonia, is it safe to say that yours and Caelynna's contracts are officially over with your manager?
Just then, Caelynna snatches the microphone from Dominique, but Pandemonia snatches the mic from Caelynna leaving her with just the windscreen cover in her hand.
Pandemonia: I thought NFW paid top dollar for their staff, you obviously aren't good at your job with such a stupid question. Get out of my sight before you end up with a fate worse than Ticket!
Dominique leaves fearing for her life as Caelynna is seen in the background stuffing the windscreen cover from the mic into her coat pocket. Pandemonia tries to continue, but Caelynna reaches up bopping the mic out of her hand and catching it. Instead of Pandemonia, Caelynna speaks next.
Caelynna: Ticket wanted to criticize us on our performance in matches that happened over a month ago, yuh-yuh. I feel she was just needing to unload on somebody, but she made a grave error.
Patting Pandemonia's stomach a couple of times because that's the highest point she could reach, Caelynna continues.
Caelynna: Ticket boasted of Pandemonia's fury and destructive tendencies when she brought her into NFW, but she didn't account for that destruction to be turned on her one day. That mistake cost her in the end. Ticket not only got herself destroyed, but she put a target on the back of another member of the Trauma roster.
Pandemonia reaches for the mic as her massive hand grabs the mic along with Caelynna's hand stretching her arm up as the One Woman Horde leans down to speak.
Pandemonia: Orphynn! Ticket gave me a direction to go and that's straight through you! You told me I had no reason to be mad at you for anything. Your mere existence in this promotion angers me. We are not the same, as you also said to me, and that's because while I'm officially THE powerhouse of NFW Trauma, you are just a cheap imitation that NFW signed for copium in my absence. Tonight, though, I face River Chance to further maintain my position and prove I am what I say I am. River Chance, I'll hand you the beat-down I promise all my opponents. As for Orphynn, you will eventually face me, it's just a matter of where, when, and how. And when all of those questions are answered, I'll have a special beat-down for you beyond anybody's imagination!
Pandemonia goes to leave, but comes back to the mic.
Pandemonia: Except, maybe Ticket!
Pandemonia laughs and walks off while Caelynna stuffs the microphone in her coat pocket before following.
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Vanessa Page and “Diamond Princess” Danielle Page are sitting on a couch in a luxury box of the Kay Bailey Hutchison Convention Center. They are FaceTiming with their sister “Classy” Bianca Page who is at the Cotton Bowl Stadium for Night 1 of Zion Wrestling Destiny lll.Vanessa Page: It has been a fascinating week here in Dallas. We got to see some great friends, or guys Grayson and Darian have become great friends…
”Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Too bad the pesky marks who try to pass themselves off as fans ruined it and kept coming up to us.
”Classy” Bianca Page: I’m so glad that is over and now I can smack around that dimwitted Mr. Potatohead here in the Cotton Bowl.
Vanessa Page: You handle your business at Destiny tonight, sis. We will handle things here. We saw B once again retain her Genesis Championship.
”Classy” Bianca Page: Keep an eye on Damon and Travis for me tonight. They think they have seen the last of me they are sadly mistaken because I will do whatever I need to do to become the NFW Champion.
”Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: You got it Binx. We will handle that for you tonight and I know that none of them are scheduled to wrestle tonight but Sedition Rising better enjoy their times as Alliance Champions because we got our eyes on those lovely looking belts. It is time that the Influencers take our rightful spots as the dominant force on Trauma.
”Classy” Bianca Page: Damn right we are. Which is why we need someone to handle all the legalities while we handle our business in the ring…
There is a knock on the door of the luxury box. A security guard opens the door and Marina Flores walks into the luxury box. Vanessa and Danielle stand up and each hug Marina. After breaking off, Marina stands there with a smile.
Marina Flores:: “Hey everyone! I’m so glad to be here! Not just for NFW…But to help us all. And together? With my expertise and all of your talents? We’re going to be Wrestling's Hottest Commodities…”
She lets her words trail for one second longer as she celebrates with the team. Vanessa hands Danielle and Marina each a glass of champagne.
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Match #2/Singles
Genesis Championship Match
Jessie Robinson vs. Bianca Davis ©
The tension is obvious even before the match begins. “Da Queen Bean” Jessie Robinson cautiously watches the NFW Genesis Champion, “Queen” Bianca Davis as the referee pats her down. He then returns to Bianca to retrieve the belt. Davis is obviously hesitant to hand it over and practically has to have it pried from her grip. The official returns to Bean to present the belt as Bianca demands he not let “that cretin” touch her prize. Jessie ignores this, nodding to the referee who, in turns, hands the belt off to a ring attendant. He motions to the time keeper and the bell clangs.Bean bolts from her corner and races towards Bianca, launching a dropkick into Bianca’s chest. The champ doesn’t even get to take three steps out before she’s slammed back into the turnbuckles. The fans are immediately behind the young underdog as she kips up and confronts Bianca, who’s slid down to sitting on the middle turnbuckle. Bean spins and slams a kick to the side of Bianca’s head. She spins in the other direction and attempts to clean Bianca’s clock again but the champ catches the leg. Bianca kicks the other leg from under Jessie, dropping her to the mat. Bianca stretches the caught leg out before driving her heel into Bean’s thigh. Robinson buckles from pain before slamming her free leg into Bianca’s upper leg.
Bean rolls away and gets to her feet as Bianca massages the impact. The two pace around each other before going in for a lock-up. As the fighters meet, shoulder-to-shoulder, Bianca spits in Bean’s eyes before the referee can get in place to see it. Bianca slams a chop across the blind Bean’s chest before grabbing the challenger by the back of her hair and slinging her, face-first, into a corner. Bianca rushes at Bean and jumps on her back in a lungblower. Jessie’s body snaps like a rubber band as she slumps into the corner.
Bianca gets to her feet and demands the fans cheer for her, asserting that was a perfect move. The fans decide Bianca is a perfect jerk and boo her accordingly. The Queen rolls her eyes and grabs Bean by her hair again, yanking her from the corner while the referee warns about hair pulls. Bianca loudly talks over him, telling the ref she can’t hear him over the “disgusting pigs” in the cheap seats oinking too loud. Bianca sits on Bean’s back and pulls her into a camel clutch, fish-hooking the woman’s mouth as she does. The referee checks for a submission for Jessie staunchly refuses. Bianca seems pleased with this as it means more time to hurt the challenger.
After a full minute and a half, Bianca finally releases the hold, letting Bean slump back to the mat. Bianca stands regally, then hauls Jessie up and slings her to the ropes. Bianca races right behind her and, on Bean’s rebound, sends a Beautiful Boot into Queen Bean’s maw. As Jessie drops, Bianca lays across her. The referee drops to count and, as he does, Bianca grabs the back of Bean’s gear for leverage.
One…
T–
T–
Bean bucks Bianca off of her and the champ goes into a swift tirade at the referee for counting too slow. She illustrates how fast he should be counting for her by slapping her palm rapidly three times.
And while she is distracted, Bean slips an arm between Davis’s legs, slings her over onto her back and rolls her up for a pin.
One…
Two…
T–
Two…
T–
Bianca narrowly kicks free, jumping up and running across the ring as she accuses Bean of cheating and the referee of counting too fast. She slowly, methodically slaps her palm to illustrate how he should of counted.
The referee stares at her but thinks of the hip flask in his locker.
But as both of them are distracted, Bean runs at Bianca, intent on slamming herself into the woman. Bianca snaps to attention in time to grab the incoming attacker, lift her up, and drop Bean on an outstretched knee that goes where Bean would probably prefer knees didn’t go. Jessie drops to the mat in a fetal ball as the referee snaps to attention. He’s relatively certain of what happened but didn’t see it. Still, he warns Bianca all the same. The champion acts shocked at the accusation of impropriety.
Bianca promptly drops a legdrop onto Bean’s back, following it with a back rake. Jessie cries out in agony as she tries to put up to her hands and knees. Bianca sits on her back and pulls her head back by her hair and says something into Jessie’s ear. What is said can’t be picked up by the mics around the ring but it obviously lights a fire in Bean, whose brow furrows and face reddens. She throws her head back into Bianca’s, slamming the back of her skull into the Champion’s mouth.
Bean pulls herself out from under Bianca and runs to the ropes in front of her. Whipping herself off the cables, Bean runs at Bianca, who ducks under as Bean leaps at her. Jessie hits the ropes behind Bianca and propels herself from them, catching Davis in a bicycle kick as she stands. Bianca wobbles backwards until she drops to her ass on the mat.
Bean runs at Bianca, throwing herself forward in a handspring. When she comes up, she jumps and comes down on Bianca with a Superman punch to the top of her head. Bianca drops and Bean immediately folds her up for a pin.
One…
Two…
Thr–
Two…
Thr–
Bianca manages to straighten her body out, pushing Bean off of her. Bean remains focused on her goal. She drags Bianca a foot closer to a corner then goes to scale the turnbuckles. Bean climbs to the top but Bianca gets up and runs up after her, throwing a fist into the woman’s back. Bean halts, which gives Bianca a chance to give her another back rake. Bean’s body seizes in pain but she throws an elbow back into Bianca’s jaw. Bianca grabs Bean and attempts to pull her from her perch, but Jessie continues with her elbow shots before grabbing onto the woman behind her. Bean launches off the ring post in a sliced bread #2. Bianca collides with the canvas, with Jessie on top of her. Jessie goes to cover her but Bianca grabs the bottom rope as fast as she can.
Seeing that, before the referee can even say anything, Jessie gets off of Bianca and backs up. Bianca slowly pulls herself up and demands the referee make Jessie back up more. The official gets between the two women, although Bean protests Bianca is overreacting. Bianca takes this opportunity to get into the ring, slings herself backwards into the ropes, and rush at the pair. The referee steps out of the way just in time for a crossbody to knock Bean on her back. Bianca stops and runs at the rings to her left, returning to Bean with a mafia kick across the face that knocks Jessie on her back. Bianca stands on Bean’s hair, grabs her wrists, and pulls up. Bean cries out in agony as the referee snaps at Bianca, finally starting a count. He gets to four before the woman releases Jessie’s wrists and drops an elbow to her sternum.
As she stands up, the referee gets in Bianca’s face about cheating. Bianca argues that he didn’t see what he saw, all the while stepping backwards and stomping on Bean’s throat for a brutal choke. As his eyes trail down, Bianca yanks her boot back and snarls at him not to look at her legs, calling him a pervert.
Bianca returns her attention to Bean. She stomps the downed woman’s knees and elbows over and over. When Bean attempts to roll away, Bianca goes to the retreating side and kicks that knee. Finally, Bianca herds her rival into the center of the ring where she leans down and puts Jessie in an Indian Deathlock. Bean struggles and fights, slamming her fists against Bianca as she attempts to free herself. The referee checks for submission but Bean refuses to give in. Bianca seems pleased at this as she holds the punishing hold in place for two full minutes.
When Bianca finally releases Bean, Jessie collapses, exhausted and worn out. Bianca slowly and methodically grinds the bottom of her right boot across Bean’s face, smirking maliciously as she disrespects her. She then places a single boot tip on Bean’s chest and demands a count.
One–
To the surprise of only Bianca, Jessie slaps the boot away before rolling towards the ropes. Bianca shrieks in frustration racing after Bean and trying to grab her by the hair but missing as Bean escapes the ring and catches her breath. Bianca bellows for Bean to get back in the ring and take what’s coming for her.
Bean stares up at Bianca like she is possibly the stupidest person she has ever had the misfortune of dealing with.
Bianca sends an angry kick between the ropes, connecting with Jessie’s forehead. This stuns Bean and Bianca whips herself backwards, running towards Bean afterwards and throwing herself between the bottom and middle ropes. But by then, Bean has recovered, stepped to the side, and raised her right leg up as far as possible. As Bianca flies by, Bean’s boot heel slams into her back and grounds the champ.
Bianca pushes up but is obviously worse for wear from her collision. She takes a wild swing at Bean, but Bean catches her wrist and swings Bianca in return. Davis is thrown into the barricade before pushing herself back towards Bean. The challenger greets her with a kneelift to the gut that folds her over. Bean hops up on the ring skirt and leaps off, slamming her knee into the back of Bianca’s head and planting the woman’s face into the arena floor.
Bean hauls Bianca up to her feet and rolls her back into the ring. Following after her, she pulls the champion up and hurls her to the ropes. Bianca bounds off the cables and speeds towards Bean, ducking in hopes of taking the would-be belt usurper off at the knees. Bean leaps over her and Bianca continues racing across the ring.
Bianca rebounds off the ropes and heads towards Bean. The Queen looks murderous and prepared to take off Jessie’s head with a clothesline, but instead the Queen Bean rams a tornado kick into the side of Bianca’s neck. The champ drops to the mat, clutching her wound and gasping for air.
As she does, Bean races up the turnbuckles behind Bianca and launches off the top of the ring post with her finisher, Fist Bump – a shooting star elbow drop. Bean’s elbow connected with Bianca’s forehead and the champ’s eyes roll up. Bean wastes no time in draping herself across Bianca for a pin.
One…
Two…
The bell suddenly rings right before the referee’s hand hits the mat for the third time. The official slaps the canvas but looks around, confused. Bean shoots up, overwhelmed with excitement at her victory. She leaps up and races around the ring to the cheers of the fans.Two…
But the referee walks to the ropes to address the time keeper, confused at the early bell. After an exchange, he learns the bell wasn’t early at all.
Bean was late.
The ref’s face falls as he listens to the time keep amongst the cheers. A ring attendant walks to ringside with the Genesis belt, climbing the skirt and offering it to the official. Jessie is ecstatic when she sees the prize, but confused when the referee holds up his hand to the attendant and backs Jessie away.
Madoka Kawada: The fifteen time minute was reached before the count. As such, this match is deemed a no contest. Bianca Davis retains the Genesis Championship.
The look on Bean’s face says it all. Complete confusion, then horror, spreads across her. She holds up three fingers to the referee, pleading her case. The ref tries to be understanding, but tells her time ran out a second before he counted three. She might feel she beat Bianca, but the clock beat them both..
Bianca Davis finally begins to stir, pushing up to her feet. She sees the attendant holding the belt, then sees Bean looking horrified and upset. And if Bean is upset, Bianca knows things went in her favor.
The Queen stomps over to the ring attendant and snags the belt away. She then trots to the referee to demand he raise her arm in triumph. He refuses, explaining she didn’t win, either, and that time ran out. Bianca doesn’t care, though. She’s still the champion – he has to raise her hand. Right?
The ref assures Bianca he does not.
The spoiled champ’s pout vanishes when she remembers Bean is miserable. So, of course, Bianca thrusts the belt into her face and assures Jessie she will never have gold so enjoy being as close as she can ever hope to be. Bean stares at her, crest-fallen but slowly filling with bubbling rage. Bianca, of course, can’t stop taunting her and balls up her face and mock sobs at her rival before leaving the ring. When she hits the aisle, Bianca puts the belt around her waist and jeers the booing fans.
In the ring, Bean just watches Bianca leave. The fans cheer her for her efforts, but her thoughts and disappointment drown them out.
Winner: DRAW (#ANDSTILL)
Result: Time Limit
Result: Time Limit
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Bianca Davis has the broadest possible smile on her face as the fans greet the decision with loud boos, it was a time-limit draw, and she is still the Genesis Champion despite the wishes of the capacity crowd. As Hella Good plays over the public address system, as she does her regal pageant wave soaking in the boos, she soon is presented with her Genesis Championship and a microphone. She takes the time to raise her championship high in the air, to rub it in some more. As she motions for her music to be cut, as the boos fully take over, the people aren’t happy once again. Bianca Davis has gotten her way, and there wasn’t anything they could do about it. The Queen soon raises the microphone up to her perfectly glossed lips, as her haughty tone soon can be heard by the “peasants''. Bianca Davis: Once again, another amazing defense by me, your Queen, and the greatest Genesis Champion of all time, The most illustrious and first of my name Queen Bianca Davis, but did you my loyal subjects expect anything different?
The fans once again show their disapproval as they were hoping for a dethroning of the smug royal, but she looks shocked by the reaction, which is shown in her tone.
Bianca Davis: You don’t like that? Aw, but as Queen, I must give you the best possible champion, and Jesse Robinson would never be that. That is why I have been giving you these open challenges to teach you all a valuable lesson. This belt is mine for as long as I want it, and now there is no one left, and I have beaten them all back. Now, what will I do, you may ask? I mean I have constantly been defending this title without so much as a thank you, so your Queen has one simple demand of all of you tonight. I want all of you to thank Queen Bianca for making Tramua a better show; you may do so now.
Instead of the thank you that was demanded, she gets loud boos, which causes her skin to turn red; upset by this lack of respect; she soon yells loudly into the microphone in her shrill voice.
Bianca Davis: You know what?! I don’t deserve this, and I am taking a well-deserved break so this will be the last time you see me for a while because, quite frankly, none of you deserve ME!
Bianca barely gets the word “ME” out before “Swamped” by Lacuna Coil suddenly fills the Hutchison Convention Center. The people of Dallas pop as all attention goes to the stage where General Manager, LeeAnn Viskan comes walking out through the tunnel, carried on a pair of black, thigh high heeled boots. Black leather pants tuck into the boots with a long coat going over that and a magenta blouse. She’s got a microphone in one hand and a set of papers in the other.
LeeAnn Viskan: Now now now…Bianca…sweetheart.
Her voice oozes with sarcasm and venom as she raises the papers up in her hand.
LeeAnn Viskan: Ever since the last time you and I had a face to face, I’ve been going over your champion’s contract overseen by Gwen…
She pauses and closes her eyes, remembering the headache that last discovery caused her.
LeeAnn Viskan: And I’ve been going over it VERY carefully. So then…why don’t you direct me to which paragraph where it says you get to just fuck off and take time away as you please? Go on. I’ll wait.
LeeAnn waits for about one second as, just as last time, Simple Simon takes a microphone and raises it to speak.
LeeAnn Viskan: AAANNNGH!!!! Time’s up!
LeeAnn cuts them off, imitating the sound of a buzzer.
LeeAnn Viskan: You are obligated, still, to appear here on Trauma, booked or not, every single week. If you decide to test me on that? Go right ahead. I will strip you of that Genesis Championship so fucking fast that some ancient Davis in your bloodline who actually WAS a Queen…or King…will feel a tremble in whatever afterlife where they’re watching you act like an insufferable little shit.
Bianca rolls her eyes, disgusted as she soon spoke.
Bianca Davis: Funny, once again, this lack of respect is the reason why I deserve a nice little vacation with my title belt. Since day one, I have deserved better due to the lack of appreciation coming from this company. Again I have beaten back my contenders, it’s something you have seen night after night: they come out, and I mow them down.
LeeAnn chuckles and nods.
LeeAnn Viskan: Yeah… Yeah, you’re right. You’ve beaten back every challenger that’s stepped up to face you for your title. Challengers that…YOU, Bianca…have been able to handpick because of a sneaky ass clause you had put into your contract when you knew I wouldn’t be there to look it over myself until it was too late. Challengers that either had one foot out the door, or just simply weren’t ready to step to that level yet. Or challengers that, for some reason, agreed to give you an easy lay down victory. Don’t give me that look, you know exactly what and who I’m talking about. Or challengers that, in all honesty, weren’t who they said they were and somehow managed to lie on their application and fool Soylent Green into giving them a job.
Lucas Knox: ...Soylent…Green…?
Miranda Augustino: No idea and not sure I wanna know.
Meanwhile, LeeAnn continues pacing calmly on stage.
LeeAnn Viskan: Either way, Bianca, let’s be real here. You’ve had it easy as Genesis Champion and nothing burns my ass more than a competitor like you who works the system, to take the paved road rather than the one you might actually have to work a little for. Have no fear, though! Mama’s got you, sweetie. You see, like I said I’ve been going over your contract VERY carefully and I found something else that maybe your lawyer failed to mention specifically or maybe you and him made the mistake of thinking I wouldn’t trace back steps to try and solve a problem, which those with two brain cells in their head would know I’m apt to do. So then…while you have full privilege of choosing your opponents for each episode of Trauma…
LeeAnn lifts the contract up in front of her and looks over it as she speaks.
LeeAnn Viskan: Yeah, there’s that March 30th, bullshit again. That was a waste of fucking airtime. You know what I don’t see on here, though? Anything mentioning NFW Supershows. Which means…heh…Your ”Prestigious Majesty”? That ball lands…in MY court!
Bianca looks on as she says in a bitchy tone.
Bianca Davis: Yawn once again what you’re going to toss at me an undeserving sod? There is a reason I have been allowed to pick my opponents one clause two because I know what is best for this company and this very championship. And that is me as Genesis champion. So who are you throwing to their demise before the Queen?
LeeAnn stands with one hand folded over the hand holding her microphone with a smug little smile on her face before she’s given the floor again.
LeeAnn Viskan: Well, first of all, let me begin by…sooooooorta granting you your request for a vacation. You’re still gonna be present here, every week. Don’t get me wrong, Queenie. That much hasn’t changed. However, congratulations! You get a break from the tedious grind of having to defend your title, week after week after week. You’ve done it! You’ve proven yourself to be the workhorse champion! You’re being given reprieve until…May 25th. Manifest Destiny. That’s when you’ll defend your title next. One on one…
She pauses for effect, looking around at the audience before back to Bianca in the ring.
LeeAnn Viskan: Against Darcy…Graves!
The crowd goes nuts as LeeAnn smiles wider, licking her teeth.
Bianca looks gasped and disgusted begins throwing a mini tantrum in the ring in the center of the ring as Simon and Tasha try to calm her down, soon she is able to calm down slightly as the Queen soon speaks in her posh tone.
Bianca Davis: Um how about we quit trying to make Darcey Graves a thing yeah?! Ugh since you want her to face a royal execution I can grant that. Though she is undeserving of being in the ring with me. But what will you when your favorite fails at her quest?
LeeAnn Viskan: Hey Jerry in production! Cut her mic!
LeeAnn pauses for a minute before it’s made abundantly clear that the microphone in the ring has been cut off.
LeeAnn Viskan: Give it up for Jerry, all. He’s doing a great job. Champ? I’d worry less about whether or not your next challenger “deserves” to be in the ring with you, and more about being ready for her, because I can most certainly promise…she’s more than ready for you.
Bianca knowing her mic is cut, throws it as she throws the world's biggest bitch fit in the center of the ring, yelling loud enough to be heard, “Darcey Graves isn’t a thing”! As the fans cheer at the announcement as Simon tries to calm her down to no avail, the spoiled Queen is clearly upset and in her mind, rightfully so. As shes screams in a loud screech that can be heard from miles away.
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Match #3/Singles
Pandemonia vs. River Chance
It’s the returning Pandemonia in her first match back, taking on River Chance of The Kingdom as the two strongwomen meet in the center of the ring. Chance offers a handshake to which Pandemonia looks down at the extended hand and around at the crowd with a bitter, disgusted look in her eyes. She turns her head back to Chance again, tilting her head to the side as if contemplating before reaching out as if to accept the handshake, but instead, she suddenly snatches her by the wrist and wraps her arm up in a Wrist Lock. The former client of T1ck3t wrenches back on the wrist, growling each time as Chance lets out grunts of pain. Pandemonia ignores the boos from the crowd as she arches the wrist back to a painful looking degree. It looks as if she might even be trying to snap it when Chance starts to fight back, grabbing her hand and slowly starting to pry it off. Pandemonia’s menacing look turned to one of growing surprise as the only slightly smaller woman began to pull her hand free, suddenly twisting the One Woman Horde’s arm back into a Hammerlock. Pandemonia growls in pain and discomfort as Chance works her arm but, before too long, she begins to power out herself, throwing an arm back and slipping under Chance’s arm where she pulls her wrist free and catches her in a side headlock.The power struggle continues as Pandemonia wrenches on Chance’s neck and Chance manages to shove her off and pry her head free. Pandemonia goes running into the ropes and comes back with a Shoulder Block to Chance, barely making her stumble. Chance looks up at her with no fear as Pandemonia grins…almost impressed, it would seem as she points to the ropes and tells Chance to have a go. Chance runs the ropes and comes crashing into Pandemonia with a Shoulder Block of her own. Pandemonia barely moves an inch. She takes her turn now, running to the side ropes and collides with Chance with sheer force. Chance goes back a step then takes another turn, running off the ropes and slams into Pandemonia like a freight train. Pandemonia goes back two steps and steps right back in, flexing her arms down with a defiant roar in Chance’s face. She’s gonna have to do better than that! Chance gets a running start, and hits the ropes. She runs past Pandemonia and hits the ropes again. She runs past her a second time and Pandemonia suddenly takes off after her, hitting the ropes a split second after her. Chance realizes something’s up and skids to a stop, turns and plows into her with a Running Shoulder Tackle that takes Chance off her feet and sends her down hard to the mat! Pandemonia jumps up and comes down for a Knee Drop but Chance rolls clear, lest her head get crushed like a melon. She pops up and catches Pandemonia on her rise, laying into her with a couple of right hands before running back off the ropes. Pandemonia runs back, hits the ropes on the other side and catches Chance with a Big Boot, sending her off balance! She pulls Chance down and hits a Double Underhook Suplex, floating over for the cover.
ONE
TWO
TWO
Chance gets the shoulder up and this match continues. Pandemonia pulls her back to her feet and shoves her back into the nearby corner where she starts dishing out stiff chops to the chest until the referee starts to count, before sending Chance across the ring and crashing into the opposite corner with an Irish whip. Pandemonia comes charging in and dives right for her, missing a Corner Body Splash by a hair as Chance jumps out of the way, causing the modern day Barbarian to slam into the turnbuckle and stumble back, right into Chance’s arms where she takes her over with a German Suplex. Pandemonia crashes to the mat but rolls up to her feet and slides in to catch Chance in a Reverse Chinlock. She squeezes tight, pulling back on Chance’s head as she pushes a knee into her back. Chance flexes her hands in and out, trying to resist the pain and the chants from the crowd seem to motivate her as she starts fighting up to her feet. Pandemonia resists against her and it’s a pure power struggle until Chance manages to overcome and turn around, knocking Pandemonia back with a forearm. Pandemonia eats the shot and steps in where Chance pushes her by her into the ropes. Pandemonia comes running back and right into Chance’s arms where she hoists her up into a Popup Sitout Powerbomb, keeping her legs held for the cover.
ONE
TWO
TWO
Pandemonia gets a shoulder up. Chance rises and immediately picks her up to her feet, sends her into the ropes, catching her into a Military Press but as she goes for the drop, Pandemonia lands on her feet behind her, stumbling back into the ropes and launches right back into her for “Reckless Attack” taking Chance down to the mat in a Lou Thesz Press where she unleashes a barrage of punches. The referee lets this go until Pandemonia wraps her hands around Chance’s throat and starts slamming her head into the canvas. The referee forces the break, causing Pandemonia to stand off of Chance, letting her get up as she sucks in breath, trying to shake the stars out of her head. Pandemonia winds up her arm and comes off the ropes, crashing into her with “Battle Axe” (Clothesline From Hell), then picks her right back up and lifts her into a Fireman’s Carry. She dunks Chance back down with “Brutal Critical” (F-5) and hooks the inner leg with her own while hooking the outer leg with her arm and pulls Chance’s outer arm in against her with her other hand, snarling out at the fans.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
Madoka Kawada: Here is your winner…PANDEMONIA!!TWO
THREE!
Seth Ernst: A dominant victory for The One Woman Horde!
Lucas Knox: Welcome back, Pandemonia! Good lord!
Miranda Augustino: ¡Simón, carnal!
Winner: Pandemonia
Result: Pinfall (Brutal Critical)
Result: Pinfall (Brutal Critical)
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The bell rings announcing Pandamonia the winner of her match with River. While the cameras got her celebration…one of them near the mid portion of the ring noticed a strange commotion happening in the stands.It seemed to center around an older frumpy blonde woman who was on the floor of the arena behind the barricade with an old, musty-looking concessions bag around her neck. One of the NFW fans appeared to be holding his mouth and shouting at her. Something that sounded like.
Fan 1: “One of your rock-hard pieces of popcorn broke my tooth!”
The older woman turned her attention to him and shouted indignantly.
Older Woman: “Awe, stuff it Junior!”
The fan looked a little shell-shocked at being spoken to in this manner by a member of the venue staff.
Fan 1: “I want my money back!”
The fan shouted. Around that time a second figure joined the older woman. He was around her age, brown-haired, and sporting a thick, grizzled unkempt scruff beard. He was just as thick around the middle as she was. He was wearing the same type of old concessions rig around his neck and reached inside.
Older Man: “Here fuckstick…”
The man shouted and withdrew what appeared to be the words oldest hotdog, shriveled and dried beyond being recognized as food. The hotdog was tossed at the fan where it hit him square in the side of the head and bounced off.
Shouting broke out against the fans in that part of the arena and when the older gentlemen went to throw another one……it sailed a little too far. The wrapped old hotdog cleared the fans, it even cleared the barricade….
….where it hit Pandamonia in the side of the head softly.
You could hear a pin drop as the massive woman stopped in mid step and her head turned. The fans of the arena all collectively put on their best “it wasn’t me” face and all collectively pointed at the pair of phony vendors.
Lucas Knox: Oh my god….
Miranda Augustino: Ohhhhhhh shit…
Lucas Knox: Ohhhhhhhh my God!!!
Miranda Augustino: Ohhhhhhhhh Shit!!!
Seth Ernst: Oh that doesn’t look…oh no.
The pair of phony venders seemed to freeze, each of them turning to look at the hulking behemoth of a woman that stood not 10 feet from them now. Pandemonia suddenly lunged in their direction and the two jumped, stale popcorn and stone like hotdogs raining from their ancient packs to cover them.
The pair them began to run for the exits deeper into the arena, each of them forcibly shoving the other out of the way. The camera swung back to Pandemonia at the barricade, revealing she hadn’t even given chase. That cold snarl lifted into an almost amused sneer as she watched the pair take off running before turning and calmly heading from ringside, up towards backstage Gorilla again.
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Match #4/Singles
Travis Levitt vs. Kai Morgan
The bell rings, and instantly Kai is moving forward, darting on his lighter feet to get some speed going while Travis merely stares him down. There’s a brief moment of the two men focusing on each other before Travis glances out at the Dallas crowd which are cheering for Kai and then looks back at Morgan and nods, pushing away from the corner and starting to pace in a small circle. The two men circle each other, before they finally go for a lock-up, only for Kai to duck under it and take Travis into a side headlock. Levitt squirms for a moment, trying to pull his head free, but Kai merely shows off, letting go of the head, only to spin right around Travis and lock back in the same side headlock. Dallas laughs at that one, and Kai is all smiles as he tightens his grip, seeing Levitt squirm again for another moment, only for The Dragon to suddenly plant his feet, lift Kai right up, and hit him with a back suplex. Kai stumbles up, just to be greeted by Levitt pushing him into the corner and unleashing a nasty backhanded chop right across The Worldkiller’s chest. The echoing chop sound reverberates through the center, and is soon followed by a second, as Travis grins. However his momentary break for a smirk costs him, as Kai spins them around, pushing Travis into the corner and unleashing a flurry of machine gun chops right across his chest and then ending with a big right hand to his jaw, leaving Levitt woozy in the corner.Kai backs away, pumping his fists as he revs the fans on, and then charges in, connecting with a Yakuza Kick right to Levitt’s jaw. The Dragon stumbles out of the corner, and Kai hooks his head, bending Travis back and looking for his Dysphoria, but Levitt manages to find the strength to shove him off and into the ropes, and as Kai bounces back, Travis catches him with a Big Boot dropping the World Beater! Levitt seizes his opportunity, backing up a few steps, and then dropping one….two….three elbows right across Kai’s chest to keep him down. The Dragon is starting to feel the moment again, seizing Kai by the scruff of his neck as he drags him to his feet, and then drills Kai with a European Uppercut. A wobbly Kai finds himself stumbling slightly back, and Levitt turns calling out his shot, and charging the ropes, bouncing back looking for his Resurrection Kick, but Kai has followed him in, and as Levitt turns around he’s drilled with a charging bicycle knee strike right to his jaw that knocks Levitt down! Kai drops atop The Dragon and hooks the leg as the referee slides into position.
ONE!
T–NO!
T–NO!
Levitt forces a shoulder up, and Morgan takes a moment to catch his breath before climbing back to his feet, dragging Levitt up with him. Morgan seizes Levitt by his neck, and then tosses him overhead with a T-Bone suplex, bringing the Richmond Raider down on top of his head! Kai springs back to his feet, sensing an opportunity as he grabs Levitt by his arms, pulling him up into a seated position and glancing around at the buzzing crowd, and then drilling Travis right in the head with a Kamigoye knee strike! Momentum is growing on Kai’s side, and Kai drags Travis back up again, underhooking both his arms and raising Travis up, and then driving him into the mat with a Second Sonnet! Morgan quickly hooks a leg and the referee slides into position.
ONE!
TWO
TH-–NO!
TWO
TH-–NO!
Levitt kicks out! Kai sits up, breathing hard for a moment with his hands on his hips as he stares right at the referee, but the official is adamant Travis got the shoulder up. Kai groans and bends down to seize Travis by the hair again, dragging him up once more. Kai hooks an arm around Levitt’s and starts to lift him for a brainbuster, but The Dragon kicks and squirms and forces Kai to let him free! Kai starts throwing right hands and knees into Travis’ ribs to weaken him some more, and then goes to lift him again, but again Travis starts kicking his feet and forcing Kai to set him down! Kai lets him go and starts firing off big right hands at Travis, and then unleashes a nasty spinning backfist that drops Travis to one knee! Kai points at him and screams out, before turning to charge the ropes for some added momentum, but as he bounces back he’s greeted by a RESURRECTION KICK from The Dragon! It takes Travis a long moment to turn over and drape his arm across Kai’s chest, and the referee hits the mat.
ONE!
TWO
T-–NO!
TWO
T-–NO!
Seth Ernst: Kai Morgan is a tough sonofabitch! He’s not ready to give up the fight yet!
Miranda Augustino: If Travis is going to put away the former NFW Champion, its going to take more then that! Kai’s a big match player, and with these thousands in attendance, it doesn’t get much bigger then that.
Lucas Knox: Sure it does. Wrestle War. Later this year.
Kai forces an arm up! He kicks out of the Resurrection Kick! Travis weakly raises his head to look at the referee in shock, but then starts pushing up to his feet again. The Dragon reaches his feet and groans, stumbling slightly back into the corner and using the ropes to hold himself up as he stares down Morgan. The Worldkiller and former NFW Champion is dragging himself away to grab at the ropes, and Travis finally runs his hands over his face to calm his nerves and then crouches down, waving at Kai to get up as he stomps his foot. Kai pulls himself up and staggers back around, and Levitt darts out of the corner…..and Kai explodes and catches him mid-run with a Dark Matter Machine! Morgan bounces up, sensing the moment is upon him, and he drags Travis up, hooking his head and grinning, glancing around at the thousands in Dallas watching, before driving Travis face first to the mat with a DYSPHORIA! Again Kai hooks a leg, and again the referee hits the mat.
ONE!
TWO
THRE-–NO!
TWO
THRE-–NO!
Seth Ernst: TRAVIS KICKED OUT! HE KICKED OUT!
Miranda Augustino: HE’S A MAN POSSESSED SETH! Travis called his shot! He NEEDS to beat Kai to get that NFW Title shot!
Kai can only stare at the referee with shock and then glance down at Travis. Slowly climbing to his feet, Morgan wipes the sweat off his face, and then slowly moves to position himself behind The Dragon. Reaching down, Morgan pushes down his kneepad, and then points at the back of the just rising Levitt’s head, ready for the killing blow. Morgan bounces on the spot for a moment to get his adrenaline up and then turns and dashes into the ropes….
And stumbles as he bounces back, as a hand reaches under the bottom rope and hooks his ankle! Morgan’s focus is completely lost as he spins back around, just to see Kuali’i Tofilau at ringside, his arms raised and preaching innocence, despite Kai and the entire crowd knowing better!
Seth Ernst: Kai was ready for that six-shooter! Ready to put The Dragon down, but Kuali’i just broke his attention.
Miranda Augustino: Kuali’i clearly doesn’t like having lost to Kai last week, and he’s making sure The Worldkiller doesn’t forget about him.
Kai leans over the ropes to scream out at Tofilau, clearly frustrated with his appearance, before Kai turns back around…..and eats ANOTHER Resurrection Kick! Levitt didn’t see the interference, but he’s not going to miss a chance to get the win! Travis kips back to his feet, and then drags Kai up as well. Shoving Morgan off and into the ropes, and as Morgan comes back Levitt hauls him up and drives him into the mat with the BLACK DEATH! Dead center of the ring, Travis hooks both of Morgan’s legs and the referee slides in to make the count.
ONE!
TWO
THREE!
Travis rolls off of Kai at the bell, sitting on his knees and punching the mat in exhilaration. Dallas is torn between cheers for the effort, and jeering how the match ended, but Travis gets to his feet anyway, letting the referee raise his arm, before he looks around and finally spots Kuali’i halfway back up the ramp, clapping loudly. Travis stares at him in shock for a moment, and then his head falls as he realizes what has happened and Kuali’i laughs and heads backstage. TWO
THREE!
Seth Ernst: Travis got the win, but he doesn’t seem too happy about it right now.
Miranda Augustino: The Dragon wanted to beat Kai fair and square. Prove to the world that he was ready for Damon Cross. And now, this….
Lucas Knox: Well, Kai Morgan is definitely going to be wanting a word with Kuali’i after this. That's for sure.
Back in the ring, Travis is standing and watching Kai struggle up. Levitt holds out a hand, but Kai slaps it away and stumbles to his feet. Shoving at Levitt’s chest, Kai points towards the ropes and Travis nods, holding his hands up in innocence. “I didn’t know, Kai! I DIDN'T KNOW!” There’s an awkward staredown between the two men, before Travis simply turns and starts to walk away, only to get stopped by Kai grabbing at his shoulder. Levitt turns to look back at him, and Kai stares him down for a moment and then backs up….and holds out his hand. Levitt looks at him for a moment, and then the hand but finally steps back in, and takes Kai’s hand in his own, the two men sharing a firm handshake, before Kai lets it go and smacks Travis in the chest, and then makes the belt motion. Travis nods with a smile and watches as Kai turns and drops, rolling out of the ring, letting Travis have the moment, and The Dragon looks around at the Dallas crowd, and then turns and bounces to the middle rope. Making the belt motion around his own waist and then throwing his arms high, basking in the crowd’s appreciation as he has ‘earned’ his title shot now!
Winner: Travis Levitt
Result: Pinfall (Black Death)
Result: Pinfall (Black Death)
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Marilyn Manson's "Personal Jesus" comes through the PA as the lights around the arena dim, bringing focus onto the stage as Sedition Rising make their way out from the tunnel. Jamie Austin, Adrianna Salvatore, Cherry Blackman, Lana Corvin and Otto Nova all walk out to the center, standing at the top of the ramp as the crowd boo loudly. Suddenly, the crowd erupts as Ashley Kenyon, Stacy Jones, Eavan “Sykobitty” Maloney and “Psycho” Saoirse Maguire make their way out. They send Otto flying into the barricade and into the crowd as all eight of the others start fighting. Ashley and Lana crash down the aisle into the ring. Sykobitty and Adrianna slam into the barricade on the left. Psycho and Jamie crash into the barricade on the right. Stacy and Cherry remain by the entry portal, hammering away on each other. Seth Ernst: What is going on?
Miranda Augustino: Mayhem have lost it!
Lucas Knox: Were any of them supposed to be here?
Ashley and Lana try to tear each other apart against the ring. Sykobitty and Adrianna Crash into the crowd and start fighting so ferociously that the fans scatter in terror. Psycho and Jamie do the same across the aisle from, causing those fans to flee for their lives as well. Stacy and Cherry crash back through the entryway into the backstage area and slam each other into the Go Position table.
Seth Ernst: We need help out here, these two teams are threatening to start a damn riot!
Miranda Augustino: I think they're pretty much there already!
Lucas Knox: Somebody’s gonna die tonight if control can’t be restored soon!
Ashley and Lana smash into the timekeeper’s table, causing the staff to run screaming as they try to get out of the way. Adrianna knocks Sykobitty back over the barricade and Sykobitty jumps up and soprings onto her, sending chairs flying in her wake. Psycho and Jamie bounce each other off chairs on the other side, making a mess of things as they go. Backstage, Stacy and Cherry are about to break the table when security rushes in and tackles them. Cuffs are used to drag them off. Security rushes out and grabs Psycho and Jamie and then Adrianna and Sykobitty. All four start fighting security just as much as each other. Ashley and Lana get grabbed at by security. All eight members of Mayhem and Sedition Rising try to fight security off but end up handcuffed and dragged off as the crowd starts chanting.
Crowd: “LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!”
Seth Ernst: We almost needed the S.W.A.T. Team!
Miranda Augustino: How do you know that wasn’t the S.W.A.T. Team?
Lucas Knox: At least we didn’t get gassed in it!
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The scene cuts backstage just a little bit after the match between Kai Morgan and Travis Levitt has ended. Cameras catch Travis Levitt stepping out of his locker room, hurriedly throwing on his latest merch shirt, and then adjusting the strap of his duffel bag across his shoulder as he paces down the corridor. He turns a corner to see Dominique Ciotti is waiting for him, and Travis lets out a soft groan before slipping his phone from his pocket and glancing at the time.
Travis Levitt: Dominique. Please tell me you’re looking for someone else. I’m in a rush.
Dominique Ciotti: Sorry Trav. I just wanted to grab your quick thoughts on how things went tonight.
Travis sighs and sets his bag down, stepping closer to the camera and microphone, and crossing his arms over his chest. He keeps looking down for a long moment and then glances up at Dominique.
Travis Levitt: I’d be lying if I said I was happy with how I won. Obviously, I’m not sure exactly what Kuali’i did, but that smug grin of his tells a lot of stories, doesn’t it? I wanted to beat Kai Morgan. I wanted to prove I’m that good. That I am ready for a shot at the NFW Championship. That was my aim tonight. And I got the win, but….did I prove anything?
There’s a pause for a moment and then Travis sighs and shakes his head, standing up taller with a smile.
Travis Levitt: In the end, I can’t change the past. All I can do is focus on the future. I got the win over Kai tonight. Now, this moment, I’m getting ready to head across to Zion’s Destiny III and make my mark over there. But next week, I’ll be right back here, and I’ll be ready to fa—
Travis stops as he looks past the camera, and the camera pans back to see Damon Cross standing nearby with his NFW Championship over his shoulder. Damon slowly steps forward and Travis stands taller, the two men going eye-to-eye before Damon chuckles and pats Travis on his shoulder.
Damon Cross: Next week, “Dragon”. Don’t disappoint me..
Cross backs away and then turns to head towards the ring for his match, Travis watching him go with a deep glare in his eyes. Finally though, Travis shakes his head and looks back at his phone before turning his gaze to Dominique.
Travis Levitt: Sorry Dom. I gotta run. I’ll see you next time.
And with that The Dragon lifts his bag and takes off as the scene cuts to black.
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Crystal Hilton: What is happening?! It feels good to be on your programming tonight and I trust that all of you got to watch a true Hollywood star invading your television sets in Splat’s Murder Game?! SPOILER ALERT!!! It felt good to play your police woman. I know my performance stole the entire show. That’s what happens when you put me in whatever it is that is happening. I become the featured attraction, I become the main event, I become the end all be all. That has always been my role in whatever it is that I do…
Seleana is there and she holds Crystal’s US title for her as she sits beside her. She just shakes her head as she looks over at her wife.
Seleana Hilton: Chickie… Estrellita you shouldn’t get too cocky ja?! You still have to be humble… Keep fighting to the end, and as your Detroit hero Barry Sanders would act, act like you been there before…
Crystal nods her head as she looks over at her wife.
Crystal Hilton: Oh yes Barry Sanders which is a reminder that I am going to light things up in the GFL. There’s a reason why one of my best friends Zoey Madigan-Star led the league in receiving yards. You are looking at the reason! There is a reason why I am always at the top of everything and as much as I would love to talk myself up and trust me I never really get tired of that. It seems like I have a contender lined up for my championship. I get to step into the ring eventually with Ailyn. She said it would be a dream come true for her to eventually become a champion. She is so bubbly and is excited to eventually have a great match with me. I am happy that we could eventually do magic together but as much as she wants to think it’s a dream. I plan to be her nightmare. I am a champion for a reason. I am doing my damn hardest to defend my title with everything that I have beating inside of me. I refuse to just lose all of this because somebody is more prepared than I am.
Crystal takes a deep breath as she continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton: Ailyn congrats on winning your match. I can say I had an up close seat and you really are something special within that wrestling ring. I know you got a future ahead of you but if you think it is going to come at my expense that is where I have to proudly call bullshit. I will be a champion and I will always defend this title no matter who is against me. I will be waiting and I will keep having my eye on you. Don’t let me down because I plan to show what a true star looks like. I’ll be watching you.
With that Crystal keeps her eyes locked on the cameras and it is on this image that we fade out on.
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Main Event/Singles
NFW Championship
Jasmine Matthews vs. Damon Cross ©
Jasmine and Damon stare across the ring, each one taking in the distance between them. The crowd cheers them on in anticipation. The two lock-up in a traditional collar and elbow tie-up. Jasmine gets a deep arm drag and then takes a quick armbar. Damon quickly powers back up to his feet and takes her back to the ropes. He shoots her off for an Irish whip. Jasmine goes across the ring and rebounds back off the ropes. Damon catches her coming back for a big lariat. Jasmine grabs the arm and sings up into a tornado DDT. Damon manages to block it and go for a reversal into a northern lights suplex. Jasmine jumps through and lands on her feet. She runs to the ropes and jumps into a springboard moonsault. Damon catches her and snaps it down into a powerslam, holding the cover.ONE!
TWO!
JASMINE KICKS OUT!
TWO!
JASMINE KICKS OUT!
Damon sits up Jasmine and goes for a headlock. Jasmine turns and I herself up taller. Damon goes with her and they stand up. Damon changes to a waistlock. Jasmine executes a standing switch and goes for a release German suplex. Damon hits hard and Jasmine gets in a kick to the face. Damon goes down and Jasmine covers.
ONE!
TWO!
DAMON KICKS OUT!
TWO!
DAMON KICKS OUT!
As the two get up, they start trading chops, Damon, Jasmine, Damon, Jasmine, Damon, Jasmine. Damon gets in a kick and then hits the Dragonfire DDT. Jasmine goes down and Damon covers.
ONE!
TWO!
JASMINE GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
JASMINE GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Damon pulls her up and Jasmine gives him a shove with both hands and then hits a Dragon Fang superkick. Damon goes down like he’s been shot. Jasmine falls into the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
DAMON JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP!
TWO!
DAMON JUST GETS A SHOULDER UP!
Jasmine gets to her feet and motions at Damon to come on. Damon gets to his feet and Jasmine comes in looking for the Bloodline enziguri. Damon dodges it and then catches her for the Weight Of The World. He covers.
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
Madoka Kawada: Here is your winner…AND STILL…NFW CHAMPION…DAMON CROSS!!TWO!
THREE!
Seth Ernst: Another victory and a huge one for the champion, folks!
Lucas Knox: Seth, Damon Cross has cemented himself among the greatest NFW champions of all time and if there was still ever any doubt, then this should silence them all!
Miranda Augustino: The Godkiller remains on his throne!
Winner: Damon Cross (#ANDSTILL)
Result: Pinfall (Weight of the World)
Result: Pinfall (Weight of the World)
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