NFW Trauma #152 - 06/08/2024!

Trauma kicks off hard in the usual way, but the bright lights and cheering masses are quickly traded for the familiar low guitars and foreboding aura that surrounds the NFW Champion!

Madoka Kawada: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome the NFW Champion… the Godkiller… DAMON CROSS!

“God is Dead?” by Black Sabbath plays in earnest as the champion walks out to the top of the ramp, pausing there with the championship over his shoulder. Black suit, black hat, black cane… the Godkiller appears to be in one of his darker moods. Typically he would acknowledge, even encourage, the vitriolic reaction from the NFW fans, but not tonight. Instead, he makes his pause to hold the belt high, then starts making his way to the ring.

Seth Ernst: Welcome to Trauma, fans! We’re starting things off tonight with the champ, who we haven’t seen, or heard much of in any way, in fact, since Manifest Destiny!

Miranda Augustino: Maybe he wanted a little time with the family, Seth. Or maybe he was just sick of the sycophants ignoring what’s right in front of their faces. Either way, he’s here in all his glory… and looking sharp!

Lucas Knox: I think we all know that look on his face, though, Miranda: someone’s gonna get it. Verbally anyway.

Entering the ring in his typical fashion. Damon accepts the microphone from Madoka, who quickly leaves the ring after. The music fades out and Damon stands dead center, under a spotlight in an otherwise-dark arena. The fans are rumbling, mostly negatively but there are pockets of positivity. His shoulders are square, his jaw is set… but the stick just sort of… hangs loosely in his hand.

It takes him a few moments to lift it and speak, but when he does-

Damon Cross: So, are we finally ready to be serious for a moment?

-he does so coldly and sharply. Staring straight ahead into the camera, he quickly starts to pace a little, back and forth, as he speaks his mind.

Damon Cross: It began again with the unbreakable hero… and then she was broken. It continued twice with the prideful beauty… who learned that looks are rarely enough. Then it was on to the so-called Worldbreaker… who discovered to his chagrin that the world is a larger, more dangerous place than he could have imagined. And then… the would-be heir apparent. We won’t get into the malcontents, fright show rejects, devil worshippers, and faux royal demagogues who laud themselves every other breath. Across both brands, across the years, there has been one constant in NFW:

Rather than continuing his thought verbally, though, Damon instead lowers the mic and holds the title up high. The reaction is a bit more mixed now, but it still leans more towards disdain from the packed house! As is his ken, Damon doesn’t seem bothered, at least not by that; he soaks up the reaction.

Seth Ernst: Hard to argue with that, unless you’re talking about titles alone…

Miranda Augustino: Wherever Damon goes, whatever he does, he dominates. No one gets past him without taking their lumps, as it should be. He’s right: he’s a constant around here!

Lucas Knox: Like it or hate it, you’d be hard-pressed to argue against it.

Lowering the title and putting it back over his shoulder, Damon brings the microphone up again, smirking ever so slightly.

Damon Cross: When it comes to NFW, I’m the fucking standard. You can hate it all you want, but you damn well have to accept it. Who else would it be? Stacy Jones? Amazing woman, great champion. But she’s never beaten me once. Marilyn Matthews? Another stellar wrestler, but for all her deific-level accomplishments, there’s no one who has made her look more human than the Godkiller. Tren Descarrilado? It wasn’t until him and I started tearing each other apart that his career took off. Keep naming names, if you want. Anton Crowley, Kai Morgan, Ashe Corvin, Johnny Towers… the list goes on. You know their names because of me. Their careers mean something more than they once did because of me. Stop me if I lie.

Yet his tone dares someone to defy his statement. The boos take charge again.

Damon Cross: No one steps up to me, tries to breathe my air and take their shot at me, without being changed by the experience for better or worse. This is a fact, like it or else. And now, with Manifest Destiny in the rear view, my only concern is who’s next to try and take this-

Once more he holds up the title.

Damon Cross: -from me. And you can bold, italicize, and underline “try”.

Seth Ernst: It’s so tempting to call him cocky, but… his history speaks for itself.

Miranda Augustino: Damn right it does!

Lucas Knox: Honestly, I’m wondering the same thing.

That defiant expression again, split by a sinister grin.

Damon Cross: Either someone steps up by Trauma #153, or I’ll just have to do the picking myself. Or perhaps I’ll toss out an open challenge. Anything to make this interesting, at least for me. But to everyone in that locker room who’s thinking about going round-and-round with the champ, I suggest you take a good, long look in the mirror first. Because the person you see there won’t be the same person who leaves this ring after I’m done with them.

Cross Aeternum!

“God is Dead?” hits once again and Damon leaves the ring, heading backstage.
The scene comes up in the middle of the ring as the fans continue to be impressed with the show week after week. As they were cheering, they heard, “Battlefield” by Peyton Parrish blasting throughout the arena.


The fans popped up to their feet as Nakita Niles came out wearing a white top, black combat pants, and black combat boots. She looks around at the fans and starts to walk down. She slaps the fans hands before climbing up the steel steps and entering the ring. She moves to the side and grabs a mic as the music fades.

NAKITA NILES: Been a crazy week, hasn’t it? I saw Collision and I saw what Chris said about. I know Chris enough to know that he does talk a lot, but at the same time, he backs it up in the ring. I saw that main event and I saw Jessi get her head drilled into ring and losing to the Wolves of Oddin.

The fans boo as Nakita stands still in the ring.

NAKITA NILES: Chris has spoken about how the queens wasn’t there for me when my father died. And...

But before she can speak, “God Of War” by Peyton Parrish blast throughout the PA System.


The fans boo as Chris Matthews comes out and looking at the ring with Nakita in it. He’s wearing a black t-shirt, loose fitting jeans, black sneakers, and a black beanie with “Wolves of Odinn” written on it. He has a mic in his hand and stays on the stage.

Chris Matthews: Nakita I know what you’re going to say, and I want you to stop defending the Queens. They queens mean nothing at all. Time and time again, I keep trying to help you out. Jessi, Ollie, and the rest of the Queens don’t even care about you. Why can’t you see that? Why can’t you see that they are using you?

NAKITA NILES: You know that isn’t true, Chris? Jessi has told me time and time again that the sisters of the Queens support each other.

Chris Matthews: You that’s bullshit, Nakita. You know I’ve never been the one to lie to you. All week, people have been telling me – including you that I’m trying to drive a wedge between you and the queens. Which is true, but for good reasons. I’m doing it to protect you from heartache.

NAKITA NILES: Heartache? What do you mean by that, Chris?

Chris Matthews: You know what I mean. Who was there when your father passed? Me. Who wasn’t there? The Queens. Jessi doesn’t care about you and never will. She cares only about herself. And Nakita, don’t say that’s not true, because deep in your heart, you know.

NAKITA NILES: |No I don’t, Chris. I don’t believe you.

Chris Matthews: Really? Jessi is supposed to be this leader, right? She’s supposed to be the one person you all can count on, right?

Nakita nods her head.

NAKITA NILES: Yes.

Chris Matthews: And what did she do when you told her? What words of wisdom did your leader say to help you when you needed her?

NAKITA NILES: Nothing. But...

Chris Matthews: That’s right, nothing. She said and did nothing to help you when you needed it the most. I suggest you talk to Jessi and let her know that when Reckoning Day comes, I’m taking her World Championship, and I am bringing it back to the Wolves where it rightfully belongs.

Nakita was completely speechless and couldn’t say anything at this point. Chris smiles as he goes back away to back as Nakita looks at the fans who weren’t sure what to think at this point. But she needs to do is get back to who she is. She needs to be the warrior and forget about everything, but she knows that Chris can get in anyone's mind.

The camera cuts backstage where Jimmy Bones is walking through the halls, on his way to Gorilla. After a moment, he passes by a corner where interviewer Christian Lawson is leaning back against the wall. As soon as Jimmy passes him up, the man smiles and pushes off the wall, bringing up his microphone.

Christian Lawson: Jimmy boy! How’s it going?

Jimmy stops, looks at Christian, then to the camera and quickly puts two and two together.

Jimmy Bones: You know, if you wanted an interview, you could have just come to me before or caught me right at Gorilla. What’s with the sly, grandiose entrance, Chris?

Christian looks at Jimmy, makes an incredulous face and waves his hand dismissively.

Christian Lawson: Huh? Nah man, I don’t want an interview. I just need one answer from you for the masses with a lick of sense in their head because they’re wondering the same thing I am.

Jimmy doesn’t respond, rather he stands and waits for the man to get to the point. When Christian stalls, Jimmy shrugs his shoulders and gets impatient.

Jimmy Bones: Dude. I got a match. Can you hurry it up?

Christian, who’s become distracted as Dominique Ciotti walks by them in the background, is snapped out of his daze.

Christian Lawson: Huh? Oh right! Anyway…

He then mutters something about “damn she’s got an ass on her” before getting back on track.

Christian Lawson: Big match for you tonight against Lana Corvin. Hoping to get your second actual win here, huh?

Jimmy doesn’t answer yet, waiting for him to get to the point.

Christian Lawson: So the million dollar question is…what makes you think you got what it takes to beat her?

Jimmy straightens his posture more and steps in close to Christian, getting nose to nose with him.

Jimmy Bones: Look man. I know you think the edgy questions make you the star attraction of the interview team but how often do you actually get air time? You walk around here like your shit don’t stink but I think I can count on one hand how many times you’ve been in front of that camera since the day you got this job. Now, what makes me think I can beat Lana Corvin? Because she underestimates me, just like she does every other person she steps into the ring with because she thinks fame and success is inherited. Now, that being said, I’m not underestimating her either. I know how good she is. I know she trains. Just like I do. I might be the underdog in the locker room but Lana Corvin? She’s no Vlad Blackheart. As for you? You’re no Josh Davidson. Take it easy, Chris.

Jimmy slaps Christian in the shoulder and continues walking on down the hallway as the crowd lets out an “ooooooooh” as Christian Lawson’s left speechless and dumbfounded.
The Socialites are backstage of the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum watching a monitor that just showed the Efficiency vs Twizted Sisterz match.

Vanessa Page: I can’t believe the Twizted Sisterz were allowed to wrestle tonight considering what they tried to do to us a couple weeks ago. It’s absolutely disgusting!

“Classy” Bianca Page: I know, right?

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: They deserve everything we are going to do to them. Of course we will be loved and admired for taking out those trashy wannabees before they can do anything of significance in NFW or anywhere else in the wrestling world.

Vanessa Page: Like seriously! I suppose we just have to teach them how things go around here. So go ahead and go back to serving coffee at Starbucks, ladies. If they are actually capable of that.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Don’t get me started on what they aren’t capable of. We would literally be here forever.

Then the Queen Bianca Davis comes walking up to the Socialites who is followed by the members of the Carlton Crew. The four women smile at each other.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Looking good as always, girl. You are obviously ready to beat down Pandemonia and move onto getting your Genesis Championship back from that thief Darcy.

Max Walker: What? That little trinket. Nah my girl’s moved onto the bigger plans, haven’t you Queen?

The loud mouthed Max is chewing some gum as he stands next to Bianca, draping his arm over her shoulder, and grinning at the ladies in front of him. Behind him, Barry can be seen checking his watch, before looking at Max and rolling his eyes.

Queen Bianca Davis: Exactly, did you see the last Collision? I think we made our presence felt wouldn’t you say?

She gave Max a devious look obviously mentioning the attack on the champions and putting Stacey Jones on the shelf. As she spoke again in the same wicked tone. Maintaining her gaze on her Influencer comrades.

Queen Bianca Davis: This match with that freak is just more biased against me, just as it's always been around here but tonight I have a plan to deal with that issue too. Then we and the Crew here are going to bring the Alliance titles into the fold. I mean who is really going to stop us? We already took out one of their members, the rest will fall by the wayside to.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Please take those Alliance titles away from Stacy and her minions just like she cost me the NFW Championship back at WrestleWar…

Bianca’s eyes become filled with rage. Vanessa gives Danielle a panicked look and whispers to everyone.

Vaness Page: Code red!

Vanessa takes Bianca’s hand and begins to calmly stroke her hand.

Vanessa Page: It’s all good, Binx. B and the guys are going to take those Alliance titles away from Stacy and her little buddies.

Bianca takes a deep breath.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Sorry everyone. Just thinking of what those fools Damon and Stacy did by getting themselves disqualified last year is still a thing for me. I’ll be glad to see them both lose everything. Starting with those Alliance Championships you three take away from them.

Seeing Bianca’s eyes go red, Max’s own eyes widen and he glances over his shoulder at Barry, but then turns to see her sisters have calmed her and relaxes. Chuckling as he chews on his gum again, he tilts his head with a grin.

Max Walker: Well, they may have cost you the NFW Championship, but we’ll get you a nice looped video of Big Barry here crushing Hop-A-Long’s ankle over and over again for ya! How Mayhem expects to fight us three-on-two is beyond me, but we’ll wipe the mat with em anyway!

Max starts to hop on one foot with a cackle and then looks at his Queen grinning. Behind him, Barry looks up at the roof with a sigh, glancing around before Max finishes and looks back at him, with Barry shaking his head.

Max Walker: What?

There’s a pause but Barry just gives a small shrug and Max looks back towards the others and at Davis with a smile.

Max Walker: Barry never likes my jokes. I’d be hurt, but he still helps me crush people, so he’s good to have behind me.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Do your worst then, big man.

Danielle says with a big smile as she pats him on his shoulder. Barry looks at his shoulder, he then looks at Danielle, and then back at his shoulder. Danielle realizes she needs to take her hand off his shoulder.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Let me just move that for you.

Danielle takes her hand off of Barry’s shoulder and then she inches herself behind Max to cause a barricade between her and Barry. Max grins and looks back at Barry and then at Danielle with a small smile.

Max Walker: He’s a nice guy. Just don’t feed him after midnight.

A sudden thick hand swipes forward, clipping the back of Max’s head and Walker grimaces before turning to look back at Barry, who just stares at him for a moment. Max stares back but then looks at Danielle and winces.

Max Walker: Feed him as much as you can, whenever you can, and he’ll be fine.

Barry grins and reaches forward to tussle Max’s head reassuringly with a wink at Danielle. Danielle takes a frightened step back with a forced smile on her face.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Good to know!

Bianca nods, as she flings her hair out of her eyes as she says in a commanding tone.

Queen Bianca Davis: That will be lovely and tonight we are going to see an execution of Pandemonia. Then we finish the job or they just hand us the Alliance titles? Whichever one I don’t care at all because after all.

The Queen has a devious smile on her face, she looks directly at Max as she says.

Queen Bianca Davis: What the Queen wants, the Queen gets.

Max glances down at his watch, looks up for a moment and then shakes his head.

Max Walker: Sorry Queen. Not enough time. Let's get you this win first.

Vanessa Page: After you’re done we’ll go celebrate your win.

Bianca Davis and the Carlton Crew walk away. “Classy” Bianca Page puts her arms around her sister’s shoulders.

“Classy” Bianca Page: It has been said so many times but I feel it holds true that business is about to pick up and we are going to be the catalyst for that boom.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: And it’ll all start by getting rid of those trashy Twizted Sisterz.

Vanessa Page: Now let’s go watch B dismantle Pandemonia.
A vignette plays from earlier... The scene is under a bridge near the Great Lakes where numerous homeless people are gathered by burning barrels. Not long after scanning the area, Pandemonia is seen approaching.

Pandemonia: People are different and thus start differently in this business. Some are born into it and have a legacy to carry on their backs the rest of their lives. Some pursue it on their own by going behind the backs of others just to get their training. Some are wealthy and invest their money into training and really don't need the money this business provides. Some are like me, scraping and clawing just to get a scrap tossed to them in the form of a training school. Fighting in shows for food one night just to eat then back to sleeping outside hoping to find a better deal the next night.

She motions to the people behind her.

Pandemonia: It's like these people... The homeless of Chicago gathered here just to keep warm and have the safety numbers provide. They stay hidden for fear of having possessions stolen and for self-preservation. I don't come here to compare my career to the struggles of the homeless, no. I come here because this was my upbringing, my home. Although I didn't grow up here in Chicago, back where I did call home, I lived this lifestyle. Everything was a struggle to survive and I carried that mentality with me to the ring every night.

She smirks a bit before continuing walking.

Pandemonia: Orphynn... Look at how many people are out here! How many your charity didn't reach! Do you even make sure your dollars even go to help a single person or do you throw your money at whatever organization will make you look the most generous and don't even care where or how the money is spent?! Orphynn, you may have gotten the best of me at Manifest Destiny, but mark my words, that'll be the last time you do! You fight to provide funding for organizations that you claim help these people?

She lets out a brief chuckle.

Pandemonia: I fight FOR these people. I was one of them, I still hold allegiance to them, and I am making myself better each day. We don't have time for frauds like you, Orphynn, but I'll make time to topple that pedestal you put yourself on in front of those you try to impress with your false generosity.

Continuing walking, Pandemonia exits to the streets of Chicago.

Pandemonia: Enough about false generosity, let's talk about false... Queens. For several years, professional wrestling has had to hear about the false queen Bianca Davis. The Queen B from Malibu has gone through a lot of changes to preserve herself in the industry and I'll admit being impressed by that.

Getting in closer to the camera.

Pandemonia: What I'm NOT impressed with is how much she weasels her way out of situations and even matches. Bianca, the last time we met was about 5 months ago at night 2 of Wrestle War XX. The title evaded us both that night and Travis Levitt gained it himself. My former manager, Ticket, pointed out my flaws in that match with regard to your lacky and I destroyed her for her criticisms so I can't help but feel the need to destroy you too. You got retribution over Levitt when you took the Genesis title from him and reigned under the red tape you put into your contract to remain the champion until recently. Although Darcy Graves dethroned you, if I had been there, I feel NFW would have given me the shot she got and I'd have the belt over MY shoulder, it would be ME on the billboards! Tonight, I will face you and prove that fact... And if Mistress is watching tonight... After I defeat you, she'll have no choice, but to put me in contention for that title once again. When that happens, Darcy Graves... Look out.

The screen goes to static.
The scene cuts back to ringside after the latest break, and the lights go out in the arena as “Beast” by David Klemencz hits and the tron comes on showing the words "The Storm After the Calm." The cameras slowly close in on the tron until the bass line kicks in. The scene fades out and back over the entrance area as multiple red spotlights blink randomly over the entrance to the beat of the music. Other spotlights continue to blink to the music until the break in the music is heard. All spotlights slowly pull upward with the rise in the music before the gun cocking sound is heard. Immediately, all spotlights vanish except for one red light on the entrance where Pandemonia stands tall, staring dead down the camera with a long glare.

The spotlight follows as she starts to walk down the ramp. Pandemonia is bad-mouthing the fans and acting like she's going to slap one of them by rearing back, but the fan flinching is enough to stop her from doing so. Once to the ring the lights come back on and Pandemonia simply jumps onto the apron from the floor, and then Pandemonia steps in between the middle and top rope on the other side.

Seth Ernst: We haven’t heard much from Pandemonia since Manifest Destiny, but it's clear she’s got her focus set tonight!

Pandemonia moves to the center of the ring and stands with both arms in the air. The crowd is split with some in awe at the physique and overall appearance of Pandemonia while others express their dislike with boos. Pandemonia puts her arms down and nods to the crowd while smiling. Pandemonia gets to a corner and stretches her legs and little then paces on her side of the ring like a caged beast, her eyes on the stage and awaiting her latest victim.

The sound of Royal Trumpets can be heard as the lights dim and turn a violet hue as Hella Good by No Doubt hits over the public address system. As the fans greet the sound with loud boos, as first out was Simple Simon dressed in a nice suit looking nervous waving. After a few moments of posing, out from the back strolls ‘Queen’ Bianca Davis and right beside her, arm hooked around Davis’ own, is Max Walker! A few steps behind them comes Barry MacKenzie, and he simply watches as Max and Bianca stand at the top of the ramp and flashing some fake regal waving.

Seth Ernst: Bianca coming out with her new friends, and how these three can just act so happy after what they did to Stacy Jones on Collision…..

Miranda Augustino: Oh I wouldn’t worry too much, Seth. I’m sure the rest of M—HERE THEY GO!

Indeed even before Miranda can finish talking, from the back out races Ashley Kenyon and Becca Maguire. The Bruiser has a laser-beam track right for Barry, throwing hands and catching the big man off guard. Ashley meanwhile is throwing all sorts of fast and furious punches at Max's face, and when Simon tries to intervene she just turns and drops him with an elbow smash. Davis scrambles back down the ramp away from the fighting, which quickly just descends into a wild brawl between the Carlton Crew and Mayhem 2.0! Security quickly comes rushing out from the back, looking to separate all the fighters, and they're quickly followed by a pissed off looking LeeAnn Visken with a microphone!

LeeAnn Visken: Not tonight! NO! Not on my show! Get them the hell out of here!

Security has completely flooded the stage area, managing to drag the brawling mess apart and dragging the Carlton Crew one way, and Becca and Ashley another. LeeAnn steps forward to drag Simon back to his feet and shoves him towards a security guard as well and then turns to see Davis is trying to walk backstage as well, and steps in her way.

LeeAnn Visken: Where are you going?

Bianca waves at where The Carlton Crew and Simon were dragged, but LeeAnn simply smiles and shakes her head.

LeeAnn Visken: You have a match, Bianca. I guess you’ll just have to fight it all by yourself. Good Luck.

Bianca’s jaw drops as she stares at LeeAnn, but the Trauma GM just crosses her arms staring down Davis, and Bianca turns around to see Pandemonia is pacing the ring like a wild animal. Davis looks back towards LeeAnn, and then glances down at her own arm for a moment before sighing deeply and turning back towards the ring, and slowly pacing down the ramp. Davis reaches the steps and climbs between the ropes, the referee checking on her and then looking back at pandemonia hopping on her feet in her own corner and nods before calling for the bell.
Everything comes into focus and as it does we are able to see Crystal Hilton. She smirks as her blue hair drapes down her back. She is already clad in her wrestling gear as she looks at the United States Championship. She nods her head as she looks over into the camera.

Crystal Hilton: Tonight I get to go out there to that ring and I get to defend the US Championship in a huge main event match. Not only do I get to do so in the main event but I feel that with every passing day I am continuing to establish a legacy. I am further defining my name as a main stay athlete inside of this company. I am proud to be the US Champion. It took a while for me to finally find my footing in NFW but once I got over those hard hurdles I feel like I am now running through the competition and you are damn right it’s deserved. I know I poured everything into beating Lana. However that win over her was back in December and now look at me. We are more than half the year into 2024 and I am still the champion. It’s a testament to what I bring to the table and I refuse to ever get back to that position of not caring or being a failure.

Crystal is more than focused as she smirks and continues to speak.

Crystal Hilton: I went from opening the show and being a curtain jerker that nobody cared about to being one of the hottest attractions in this company. Truthfully I hate to say it but ever since I came to Trauma that is when my career changed for the better. I am now chasing after history. I may not be able to hold the title as long as Lana did but what I am aiming for as of right now is to have the most defenses in a single reign. Seven is the magical number and it was set by Stacy Jones and repeated by Ayu Megumi. I long to aim to break that so I can go down in the history books! That is what I am after and you better believe that is what I want more than anything.

Crystal chuckles as she speaks some more.

Crystal Hilton: Tonight the legend that is Crystal Hilton officially continues because I get to step in the ring with Stephanie Kenyon. She is as tough as nails. She is an amazing competitor and is another woman that represents the Kingdom. I just overcame Jasmine and if I can beat her I know I have it in me to beat Stephanie. Stephanie, as good as you might be, you need to understand that I have been doing this for a very long time. Wrestling is all I know. I am a second generation star and I come from a family of wrestlers. My father, the great luchador Mexican legend Pedro Lopez was a wrestler. My siblings Mariah, Mariella, and Maia were also wrestlers from my father’s side. When I look at my mother’s side I have Mike, Cherrie, and Ester Hilton that were all wrestlers. I am destined to be a wrestler and I know for a long time that people didn’t really care for me. I had to live for the past couple of years with people that flat out just didn’t like me. Free Seleana, Free Alexandra… I made some stupid decisions. One’s that I wish I could take back. Decisions that came from me turning on my wife and her sister Zenna to basically screw us out of a set of Trios Champions. I targeted my wife Alexandra at one point to further my own ego and for what exactly?!

Crystal shakes her head as she continues to speak.

Crystal Hilton: It was a case of doing a lot of stupid shit, but I bounced back from that. The only thing that I have done that was stupid was relapsed and I had picked up on doing cocaine again. I had started to drink and I was an awful human being. I was a shell of what the true Christina could be, and all I ever gave was a shallow version of me that nobody wanted to deal with. The truth is I hated that woman in the mirror. As a movie star I could put on all of the costumes in the world it would never cover up that Crystal Hilton was a big mess.

Crystal begins to get more passionate as she shares more of her heart.

Crystal Hilton: However as I stand here I can personally tell you that I REFUSE TO BE THAT FUCK UP ANYMORE. I knew from the moment that my little thirteen year old adopted daughter caught me as a drunken mess that I could not be that woman anymore. I know I can sit here and claim it was to be a better wife or a better mother… To be honest though, I simply wanted it to be better for me because if I don’t incite the change I would be trapped doing the same old shit over and over again. If there is one thing that I can say it’s that being the US Champion is not me wearing a costume! That is who I really am and I am going to fight and do whatever it takes to defend that honor. I know Lana said that I should enjoy being in the mid card but I know I am better than that and I am going to elevate the division. I am not ready to depart from this title just yet. Stephanie you better come at me with everything you got because I am pouring my all into this match. So you better be ready.

Crystal begins to walk out of the locker room as she heads towards the ring.

Crystal Hilton: NFW you ready for the Winter Rose?! Lights, Camera, Action… It’s showtime… Let’s go make a movie Stephanie shall we?!
The camera opens on Stephanie “Wildcat” Kenyon as she stands ready to go for tonight’s main event against Crystal Hilton for the NFW United States Championship.

Stephanie Kenyon: My second singles match in NFW, my second championship opportunity.

She pauses, shrugging her head slightly.

Stephanie Kenyon: Well, ain’t nobody can say I ain’t gotten any chances here, can they?

She snickers to herself.

Stephanie Kenyon: Crystal, y’all should be way better talked about than you are and I gotta believe it’s because of certain things y’all do. You copped an attitude on me just after this match was announced for no other reason than you could and I’m a young wrestler just startin’ out here. I’m effectively still a rookie and yet, if you’re what happens when somebody becomes a veteran, I’m not sure I wanna be one when I grow up.

Cocking her head to one side, Stephanie glares into the camera.

Stephanie Kenyon: You ain’t needed to be the way you was about it, but now?

She shrugs again.

Stephanie Kenyon: If I didn’t have the will to be all revved up for this as it was, I sure as hell am after that and I know a few other people who will be rooting me on just because it’s you. Hell, your own sister-in-law and the woman who helped introduce you to your wife might be two of them and I don’t have to do anything but not be you!

She nods pointedly.

Stephanie Kenyon: We gonna hit the gas and see how fast and far we can go on this one tank of gas. It’s gonna be a race and we get to see how good your tank is cause we know mine’s pretty good. I’m ready…

She pumps her first excitedly.

Stephanie Kenyon: Here we go, let's kick this pig!