NFW Trauma #158 - 08/03/2024!

After the opening video package plays the camera pans around the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Collussem. The fans are rowdy and ready for the night of wrestling ahead of them. The camera then cuts to the entranceway as the arena lights go out.


The crowd’s excitement turned to hate as “Personal Jesus” by Marilyn Manson played throughout the arena. From the back, in the spotlight shining down, comes most of the members of Sedition Rising. Rowena and Adriana were the ones absent. They are led out by Lana Corvin, with the NFW Title resting on her shoulder. All of them in street clothes since none have matches tonight. The group made their way to the ring. Ashe holds the ropes open for Lana. Once the group is in the ring Ashe hands a mic to Lana as the music died down.

Lana Corvin: You all know this was inevitable. Once I won that ladder match, as I said I would, it was only a matter of time. Once the opportunity presented itself I struck. It was so fitting that it was Ayu who won the Pyramid match. It was such a pleasure to show her once again that she isn’t as good as she thinks she is.

Lana paused and the crowd booed loudly.

Lana Corvin: Two titles, so far, that I have taken from her. Two times she has seen that she doesn’t have what it takes when she steps into the ring with a real wrestler. A proper wrestler that deserves to be champion. You can all rejoice now that Trauma has a proper champion. A respectable champion.

Lana held her arms out, waiting for the praise. She smirked hearing the crowd show just how much they despised her.

Lana Corvin: I’m not surprised you morons don’t know when to be thankful and grateful. But keep on showing your ignorance. I don’t need you. I never have needed you. We, Sedition Rising, don’t need you. All you people do is sit there, week in and week out, watching real athletes perform every Saturday and think you know anything about what we do. But all of you, every last one of you, couldn’t lace up our boots let alone hope to do what we do.

Another pause as she paced back and forth for a moment.

Lana Corvin: You sit there and praise mediocre people just because they give you some form of recognition. You see those of us who are literally born into the business and have poured every ounce of who we are into this and you shun us. You don’t deserve what we have done for not only Trauma and NFW, but the industry as a whole. But don’t worry. Despite your inability to see the greatness before you, I will do with the NFW title that I did with the US title. I will bring it up to a standard that hasn’t been seen since Adrianna held the belt two and a half years ago. You can be ungrateful, you can hate me and us, but we don’t do it for you. We do it because this is what the business is about.

The crowd still rained hate onto Lana and Sedition Rising. She just shakes her head.

Lana Corvin: I want all of your pathetic losers to remember that. That despite your hatred and dislike, I carried the title to a new prestige. A new level that it has been lacking for the last two years. When you all have a great title to fawn over, a title with legacy, I want you to remember who brought it up to that level. And remember…

Lana smirked into the camera.

Lana Corvin: It Ain’t Luck.

With that “Personal Jesus” starts up again. Lana drops the mic and climbs one of the turnbuckles. She holds the NFW Title high pointing to it and then back to her, the camera’s able to pick up her saying ‘I’m the fucking champ.’ She then dropped down and the group headed into the back.
The lights go down in the arena to almost black. A thick fog starts rolling out as a woman in all black steps out from behind the curtain. "Jormungandr" by Peyton Parrish begins playing, the yellow eyes of the woman staring forward as a dark aura forms around her. Pyrotechnics explode on either side of the ramp, illuminating her figure in an eerie glow. She climbs up into the ring, picking up a microphone as she does. Darcy lifts her hand and the arena goes silent, a single spotlight focused on her.

Darcy Graves: I have returned from the serpent's lair unscathed and focused. People are going to underestimate me, and that's fine with me. Hideo, you said I would have to sacrifice my soul to get yours. I entered the lair, and my soul was taken by a creature stronger than you can imagine. My enemies will soon learn that my vengeance is coming, and those who get in my way... I feel sorry for.

Darcy does a full circle in the ring, looking out at the fans and pointing at them. Some fans cheer, others boo, but all eyes are on her. She stops back in the middle of the ring, looking up with her serpent eyes glaring at those around her.

Darcy Graves: I am the future. I am the one who will take whatever I want. Jessie, keep that gold warm for me. I am the inevitable end to your story. Truly believe when the serpent speaks, and I will give you one true factor.

She then drops the mic, pointing up to the tron where a message starts to decrypt in runes.

"I am inevitable."

Darcy steps out of the ring, her gaze lingering on the audience, who are now buzzing with anticipation, before heading to the back.
No sooner is Trauma back on our screens than are we greeted with the sound of “God is Dead?” by Black Sabbath.

Seth Ernst: We’re back, fans, and we’re about to hear from the former NFW Champion!

Miranda Augustino: Sure you wanna be cavalier about reminding him of that, Seth?! I don’t think you want any of the Godkiller’s smoke!

Lucas Knox: I’m actually interested in hearing what he has to say. After the fights he went through to gain the title only to lose it in…

Seth Ernst: In what, Lucas?

As Seth Ernst looks for the right words to explain his thoughts, Damon Cross slowly approaches the ring. His head is held high, his shoulders back, his spine straight.

Madoka Kawada: Please welcome to the ring… the former NFW Champion… DAMON CROSS!

If Madoka’s introduction irks him, Cross doesn’t allow that to show. Still very much carrying himself like a champion, he ascends the steps and enters the ring. Well-worn, faded jeans, black button-down work shirt with the Cross Aeternum logo on the back, his long hair in a clutch of braids, he accepts the microphone from Madoka and even holds the ropes for her to exit the ring.

Lucas Knox: Well, some might consider the means dubious, Seth. I know that the Pyramid goes the way it goes. But I don’t see anyone who participated in it, one-on-one, having it in them to beat Cross. And that includes Lana Corvin.

Miranda Augustino: Whoa, hey! That’s a dangerous thing to say, Lucas!

Lucas Knox: Yeah, well… I said it. For almost eight months, Damon was on another level and everyone knows it, including you two.

“God is Dead?” fades out and Damon backs up onto the turnbuckles, sitting on the top rope with one arm resting on his knee and the other hand holding the microphone like a wine glass. He’s gathering himself, wearing an odd little smile as he does so. The fans, shockingly, are giving a more positive than negative reaction to the Godkiller.

And he certainly notices.

Damon Cross: Before I hurt a lot of feelings and likely get myself canceled in the process-

-he pauses to laugh a little, almost like an eager child-

Damon Cross: -I heard your announcement on Collision, Zoey. Allow me to be the first one to say that this business will miss you a LOT. And I won’t forget what you did for me on my way to the top. Enjoy your future, Sorceress Supreme.

The fans cheer for that one and Damon goes back to that calm, ruminating look with the peculiar little smile curling his lips.

Seth Ernst: Agreed on that one, folks. If you didn’t see or hear about that, check out Collision from Tuesday night for all the details.

There’s another few moments, then-

Damon Cross: Let’s talk about Sudden Death. First of all, I want to discuss Ayu Megumi.

Now his expression turns serious and he turns to stare into the camera.

Damon Cross: You were robbed, young lady. The same almost happened to me. Unfortunately, you didn’t have a guardian angel watching your back. But here’s the thing: even if you never lay hands on that title again, you were champion, and no one can take that from you. Not even that lippy, opportunistic, cowardly cunt, Lana Corvin.

Miranda Augustino: And THERE it is!

Lucas Knox: No love lost between those two, is there?

Seth Ernst: Clearly.

The reaction is mixed, but leans towards positive here; Lana ruining Ayu’s dream moment has left a bad taste in the mouths of many NFW fans. And clearly, the former champion’s words are cathartic.

Damon Cross: She’ll try to convince you otherwise. The briefcase lets you cash in a title shot whenever you want. Which is quite useful if you have no scruples, and the Corvins emphasize that. If you’re confident in your abilities, if you’re that damn good, you don’t need to backdoor your way into gold. So does Bianca Page and several others I could, but won’t, mention. You don’t get free cred from me. Oh, and Lana, because I know you’re listening, since you’re like the Bloody Mary of NFW. Someone says your name and you sprint to a monitor to see if your axe needs grinding or your ego needs pumping.

The Godkiller smirks and gestures for the camera to come closer.

Damon Cross: This isn’t me looking for a shot at the title. Frankly, I see no need to put you on suicide watch by coming after your title. I’m already certain that you won’t match my reign, so what need to give you any more attention? No, I’m going to sit back, enjoying all that I have earned, and watch as the consequences of your actions eat you alive. Then I’ll send the finest champagne to the person who does it and toast to your fall from grace… as if you ever had any. And before you go barking about how you beat me before, spare yourself. You beat the worst version of me, and barely at that. One-on-one, here and now, I’d tear your bleached locks out and choke you with them before dropping you on your skull… not unlike what I did to your old man. So keep my name out of your mouth, little girl.

The fans react again and Damon puts on an expression of mock affront.

Damon Cross: Taking her side now? And you wonder why I stopped courting you lot. But go ahead. I’m a fan of Ayu Megumi. She impresses and inspires, which is more than I say for 90% of this entire company’s roster. I’ll be counting down the days till she’s champion again.

Miranda Augustino: I mean… that’s kinda sweet. But you know Lana won’t take that kind of tirade sitting down!

Lucas Knox: I don’t think he cares.

Seth Ernst: He damn sure doesn’t care.

Taking another breath, Damon slides down front he turnbuckle and walks the ropes, leaning on them at the center.

Damon Cross: And Travis… nah, you know what? You’re not important enough to address.

Seth Ernst: And here we go…

More boos from the fans. More no-fucks-attitude from the Godkiller.

Damon Cross: You got your win. Only took you, what, three or four tries? And it required me going through two matches before the bout with you for you to scrape out the win? And you want to be proud of that? Heh… haha… AH-HAHAHAHAHA!

The boos get louder, but Damon’s laughter just drowns them out!

Damon Cross: Enjoy your brief moment of glory and notoriety while it lasts. There’s only one dragon in this business, and you ain’t it. He’s over in his homeland right now, living life away from this circus, and he’s a happier man for it.

Still chuckling, Damon accepts a bottle of water and takes a sip before continuing.

Damon Cross: Now, with that said…

He gets a little more serious now.

Damon Cross: ...I said something earlier about enjoying what I had earned, and that’s what I intend to do. You see, my contract with NFW is almost up and I’m having trouble finding a reason to sign a new one. Now, before someone in the office gets uppity, allow me to make something clear: there’s no dissatisfaction between me and the company. But there’s a point at which a man has to start thinking seriously about the future. I look at what I’ve accomplished here and elsewhere and think to myself… what’s left? What more can I do? Do I want to push my luck and risk becoming a caricature of what I was, or walk out on top with my legacy intact?

Seth Ernst: Wait, is he serious? This is coming outta nowhere!

Miranda Augustino: Aw, he can’t leave, too! Isn’t Zoey going enough?!

Lucas Knox: He makes a point, though… can’t deny that.

Seth Ernst: I won’t, but that doesn’t mean I have to like it. Love him or hate him, Damon has been one of our biggest names for a while, over both brands.

The fans don’t have an answer, either. But it seems like they don’t want him to go.

Damon Cross: I refuse to be an Ashe Corvin, sticking around too long because I can’t live without the spotlight. Or being like all those other broken-down, past-their-prime people fighting in front of eleven people for a bottle of water and a slice of pizza before bumming a ride home because they don’t know anything else. I refuse to wrestle until I die. And I flat fucking refuse to come out here and not give my best. If I don’t have a reason to fight, I don’t have a reason to be here anymore.

He takes a few moments, then-

Damon Cross: So to paraphrase a legend from another time and place? The only thing for sure about the Godkiller… is nothing’s for sure.

Dropping the microphone, “God is Dead?” hits once again and Damon takes his leave, heading up the ramp and into the backstage area, leaving the rest of the arena speechless.
Tanja stepped out of the office of LeeAnn Viskan as she was not happy about what Harlow Prince had done at Sudden Death. She knew the life of the Event Horizon division was going to be chaotic and destructive but the events at the PPV were not to the Cajun’s liking. She held the Event Horizon title close to her as she slammed the door of the office behind her.

Tanja Devereaux: We have made our point clear to Ms. Viskan our thoughts on recent events but we know as the Event Horizon champion, we must expect the unexpected. We are not content that Harlow has involved herself in our business in the first defense of our second reign as champion. She had her chance to become champion when she fought against us and she FAILED. She had her chance to make the attempt to take the title from us at Sudden Death but she failed to take that chance.

Tanja shook her head at Harlow and her antics as she continued to hold the title close to her as though she was very protective of it. She narrowed her eyes at another matter but she kept her composure for the rest of the evening.

Tanja Devereaux: Ms. Prince may be a practicing witch in her own right but that does not mean that she has the right to disrespect the way of life that we live as a Voudou practitioner. We may be white but it doesn’t mean that we can’t be a practitioner of the way of the Loa. Perhaps she shall take in the lessons of education of our ways and show that we are not doing any form of cultural or spiritual appropriation.

The Cajun heard her spiritual advisor Celeste St. Laurent hiss in the darkness near her in disapproval. The two women had their reasons for not liking Harlow and her unacceptance of Tanja’s showing for the world.

Tanja Devereaux: There is no need to show your disapproval Celeste. We are as upset as you are and we have been vocal about it now and to anyone that would want to listen to her. In time, Harlow will find out what happens to those who are against us and are not willing to listen to the lessons given to us..
The camera opens on a closeup of a pair of slender hands, covered in various tattoos and several rings, quickly moving the cups around in a random pattern. Panning back, we see the duo of 2 Broke Chickz at a table in catering. Jane “The Hammer” Harper stands beside “The Roppongi Kitsune” Chiaki Sanada. Standing on the other side of the table, a gathering of NFW’s local enhancement roster watches carefully.

Chi Chi: Ayy whassuh, whassuh! You find da barru, you win da game! You win da game, you get dat cash! Who up next?! Who got dat eye?!

Several of the people gathered shake their heads in disappointment as a stack of money in front of Jane and Chiaki suggests they’ve been at this for awhile and have been successfully racking up a side hustle.

Chi Chi: C’mon c’mon! Who want dis pot?!

Yung Vertebrae: Maaaaan ya’ll get out my way! Lemme show ya how it’s done!

Yung Vertebrae steps up, almost looking like he matches Chiaki’s freak in terms of ink and drip. Chiaki looks at him with a pause, then looks at Jane. Then looks at Yung again.

Chi Chi: Ayy whassuh boi? You got dat buy in? Maybe you fix dem skittles!

She wiggles a finger at Yung’s rainbow grilled teeth and he sneers, giving her a once over.

Yung Vertebrae: Psssssh!! Bitch whatchu know ‘bout a grill like this?! I put stacks on this shit!

Chi Chi: Ayy whassuh then! Buy in! Test you luck boi! Tree fiddy!!

Yung Vertebrae: Three fiddy?! For this shit?!

Chiaki shrugs.

Chi Chi: Buy in match pot! Pot up to tree fiddy! Where you nuts fakk boi? Dis one here?

She lifts a cup with her left hand and shows a ball under the cup before setting it down. Yung Vertebrae looks flustered as he digs into his pocket and pulls out a wad of bills, counting out $350 and slaps it down on the table.

Yung Vertebrae: Ayo fuck that! Run that shit!

Chi Chi: Ayy whassuh! There you go!

Chiaki starts sliding the cups around on the table, mixing up their order again as Yung Vertebrae watches carefully. After a moment of shifting the cups around, Chiaki stops and folds her arms, waiting.

Chi Chi: You point to cup! Pick right one, you win pot. You lose, no money back fakk boi!

Yung Vertebrae bares his rainbowed teeth in a snarl that does little to intimidate either of the women as he thinks for a second before pointing to the middle cup. Chiaki grabs the cup with her right hand, covered in rings and lifts the cup up to reveal nothing underneath. There’s a collective groan from the rest of the enhancement talent as Jane collects the $350 set down by Yung and adds it to the growing stack.

Chi Chi: Ayyyyy too bad for you! Maybe next time!

Yung Vertebrae: Nah man fuck that! Let’s go again! I wanna win my money back!

Chi Chi: Ayy dat da spirit! Seven hunnid!

Yung Vertebrae: WHAT?!

Chi Chi: Buy in match pot fakk boi!

Yung Vertebrae: Man fuck this!

He storms off, followed close behind by the rest of the enhancement talent at the table, leaving 2 Broke Chickz - in name only really - by themselves. Chi Chi and Jane laugh to themselves as they split the stack of money among each other.

Jane Harper: What a fucking moron, but it was an easy three fifty for us. Some people will really do anything just to try and get a bit of extra cash, but you can't out hustle the true hustlers and people are about to learn that shit even more real quick.

Chi Chi: Hitobito wa kyō manabudeshou! Carruton Crew gonna learn today! Dumb dumb fakk bois find out how Two Bee Cee do! Ayy whassuh, you tink Fugu-chan tell dem ‘bout us?

Jane shrugs her shoulders, stuffing her half of the cash down her shirt and into her bra. She grabs the ball, tossing it in the air and catching it.

Jane Harper: Who cares what ugly ass Barbie has to say anyway? She knows what happens when you get on our bad side and if she even has one braincell left that ain't bimboed the fuck out, she'll remember that. But she don't matter because tonight we're gonna be makin a damn statement. We didn't come here to NFW just to do some side hustles, we came here to make some serious bank and Carlton Crew, you all are the first in fuckin line.

Chiaki listens, idly tossing and flipping one of the cups in the air and catching it.

Chi Chi: Yosh! Maybe you bois ask Fugu-chan what you get into when you stand across ring from us! Jane gonna bust heads and Chi Chi pop teefies!

Security: Hey what are you two doing over here?

Both women turn as a security guard steps up to the table. Chiaki immediately sets the cup down and looks up at the man, trying to play clueless.

Security: Wait, I know you two! I’ve seen you in a couple other companies. Are you running one of your scams again?

Chiaki scoffs and looks at Jane before looking at the security guard again.

Chi Chi: Ehhhhhh?! No scam! Only fair bet! Whassuh! You try?

The security guard crosses his arms and narrows his eyes suspiciously.

Security: Fair bet huh? Why don’t I believe you?

Chiaki rolls her eyes and grabs the ball from Jane’s hand, placing it down on the table with a soft, metallic clink.

Chi Chi: Fair bet! You try! We start pot over. What you say. Fiddy bucks?

The security guard rubs his chin and looks between the two girls, thinking for a moment before half shrugging and holds a hand out to Jane first.

Security: Shake on it?

Jane gives a grin, hand reaching out and giving it a quick shake.

Jane Harper: I promise we’re on the up and up now, no shenanigans.

The security guard nods and reaches out to shake Chiaki’s hand. As the tiny Joshi reaches to accept it, he grabs her by the wrist.

Chi Chi: AYY!!!!!

Just as quick, the security guard grabs the ball off the table and holds it up under the young woman’s fingers before simply letting it go. The ball gets sucked up and sticks to one of Chiaki’s gaudy rings - a magnet. Chiaki’s eyes go wide in surprise as she looks at her hand then up at the security guard like a deer in headlights.

Security: I knew it! You two are gonna—

Chi Chi: JANE-CHAN! CODE RED, CODE RED!

On cue, Jane suddenly flips the table, knocking the security guard back which forces him to let Chiaki’s arm go. She jumps on Jane’s back, piggy back style as the powerful Latina goes hauling ass out of the catering room with Chiaki on her like a backpack. The security guard sits up on the floor and shakes his head as the shot fades.

Security: Son of a bitch!
Immediately after the match, Jimmy Bones rises to his feet, looking dejected but accepting as he nods and accepts a handshake from Jessie. The two even hug it out before Jimmy raises the champion’s arm and points to her, leading the crowd in more applause.

Miranda Augustino: Now that’s the shit I like to see after a match like that! Good sportsmanship all around!

Lucas Knox: Jimmy Bones gave his all and made the champ earn that wi–

Seth Ernst: Lucas, Miranda, I’m sorry to interrupt. I just got word from the back. We need cameras and security back there now!

Miranda Augustino: What’s going on?

Seth Ernst: I don’t know! Can we get something back there?! Anybody?!

The cameras jump to the back with the man behind it rushing down the hall where a commotion is going on in the distance. As the perspective gets closer, it’s more clear what’s going on. Nakita Niles of the Queens of Chaos, outnumbered by several familiar faces though not from the Saturday night roster.

Seth Ernst: My god, that’s Nakita Niles! What the hell?!

Miranda Augustino: Bigger what the hell for ya, Seth! What the hell are the Wolves Of Odinn doing here?!

The Wolves are, indeed, here almost in full force. Alastair Frost, Chris Matthews, Trixie Decker, ISIS, Janie Grayson, and Kaya Parker. It’s a six on one attack but Nakita Niles isn’t going down without a fight as she gives as much as she takes. Decker unloads on her with right hands but Niles blocks the last one and cracks her in the face with a headbutt. ISIS grabs Niles in a chokehold from behind as Parker steps in but Niles brings her feet up and kicks Parker, pushing herself back to where ISIS stumbles back into a wall and loosens her grip. Niles twists around and starts throwing knees into ISIS ribs, going into full-on CQC mode ala her Marine training. Matthews grabs her by the shoulders from behind but Niles throws an elbow back right into his face.

Miranda Augustino: Get ‘em girl!! C’mon!!!

Seth Ernst: There’s gotta be some backup for Nakita!

Sure enough there looks to be, as Jessie Robinson sees the fight on the tron and she baseball slides from the ring, taking off in a full on sprint up towards the back. Jimmy Bones hauls ass right after her too!

Back to the fight backstage, Frost grabs Niles by the hair and pulls her off of ISIS, spinning her around for a DDT but Niles grabs his legs and yanks him to the floor before getting her head split on the concrete. Before she can capitalize, though, Janie Grayson runs in from the side and full force just body checks her to the floor! She helps Frost to his feet and the Wolves begin stomping away at Niles.

Alastair Frost: Get her ass over here!

Frost orders as he opens a door to an office. From inside, we catch a glimpse of Intern Gwen.

Gwen: Uhh, excuse m–

Alastair Frost: Shut the fuck up! ISIS get her arm in there! Prospect! Get in here!

On Frost’s orders, Parker steps inside the office, disappearing inside as ISIS follows her in and forcefully outstretches Niles arm against the doorframe. Frost holds the door in place, pinning Niles forearm and wrist between it and the frame.

Seth Ernst: Oh my god, no!

Miranda Augustino: Somebody get there!

Lucas Knox: Well Jessie Robinson’s on her way but this is clear across the arena!

Niles struggles to get loose but Grayson and Matthews have her legs pinned as Decker plants a knee in her chest.

ISIS: Get you some, Kaya!

Alastair Frost: DO IT!!!!

Frost shouts and we hear the rabid shriek of Parker on the other side of the door as she comes running in and suddenly a loud SLAM as the door is forcefully driven against Niles arm. One could almost swear a CRACK was heard as Niles begins to scream in absolute agony.

Seth Ernst: OH MY GOD!!!

Lucas Knox: ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!

Miranda Augustino: HIJOLE!!

Once the Wolves are off of her, she clutches her arm against her as ISIS and Parker come walking back out of the office, stepping over her. The Wolves of Odinn bump fists with Frost himself giving their Prospect, Parker a hearty slap on the back.

Alastair Frost: Let’s bounce.

Frost says eerily calm and satisfied as he leads the group off, leaving Niles to writhe on the floor. Intern Gwen can be heard getting on her phone, calling for help as, seconds later, Jessie Robinson comes sliding beside Niles on her knees, dropping her Genesis title to the floor on the way. Right with her is Jimmy Bones

Jessie Robinson: Nakita! Nakita, don’t move, we’re gonna get you someone!

Jimmy Bones: Someone get some help down here!

The shot cuts away abruptly with Robinson trying to comfort her fellow Queen.
The scene is of a semi-dark room with the dim glow of red lights. Chains are seen on the walls draped like curtains with a fireplace that is cold and dark. Standing facing away from the camera and toward the fireplace stands the equally cold and dark Phage. Her voice is heard muffled and echoing unintelligible at first as she is seen holding skulls in each hand and shaking them so that their jaw bones chaotically flap to the sound of her voice. Each of the skulls has a different voice from the other and neither voice is that of Phage’s natural voice.

Phage (as skull 1 in a higher pitched voice): Your debut in NFW was a success!

Phage (as skull 2 in a deeper voice): You were going to have to wait, but you didn’t. You found the opening you needed to start before the time.

Phage (as skull 1): You didn’t get the job done, though, you're a failure!!!

Phage suddenly slams both skulls down on the mantle shattering their jaw bones in the process.

Phage: ENOUGH!!! That WASN'T my goal!!!

Turning around and toward the camera, Phage’s angry expression quickly vanishes and she regains her composure.

Phage: Welcome to my home! It’s so full of death and destruction! It’s so disturbing to others, but to me… It’s peaceful! My sanctuary away from those who deserve to litter these walls with their insides. But what fun is there in them coming here themselves? There’s a thrill in the hunt, after all.

Phage approaches the camera which seemingly backs away in response.

Phage: El Diablo Blanco.. Respected and revered in our sport and the community that encapsulates the sport. You had the honor of experiencing the punishment firsthand that I came to NFW to share with all in my path. I still can hear the light tubes shattering against your skull, the sight of the blood trickling down from your head, the rage taking over me as I ripped at your mask! Believe me, if I had the chance to do it again, I would.

Phage tries to approach again as the camera backs away. She almost looks frustrated, but stops short and calms her expression.

Phage: NFW signed me not knowing exactly what I would do in their ring. I wasn’t even scheduled to be at Sudden Death, but with the show having a name like that, I just HAD to get a match. How exactly did I negotiate to get one? Well… Let’s just say an NFW enhancement talent suddenly was unfit to compete that night and they needed a replacement. El D, as they call you… You can thank NFW management for allowing me the chance to give you that beating. My reasons for the beating weren’t personal, though. No, you were just in the only match on the card where I was able to insert myself. Lucky you! ...and lucky me...

Phage smirks to herself.

Phage: Later into the night, I was able to view the aftermath of the destruction and carnage I dealt to your body. The cuts, the bruises, the rips, the blood, it was so glorious to behold! Then in my revelry, you spoke! Your words were EXACTLY what I was wanting to hear. At least you APPRECIATED my skill and the pain you were feeling! Then you said... I didn’t break you. I’ll admit I didn’t finish the job with you, but that was intentional.

Phage glances back at the skulls on the mantle for a second then back to the camera.

Phage: I didn’t break you because I CHOSE not to break you. I’ve been causing carnage, destruction, and inflicting pain for 9 years and counting. I’m well-versed in pain, especially the slow torturous kind! By not breaking you, I'm able to show you more.

Phage grabs what looks like a medieval style spiked club and approaches the camera again as it backs away.

Phage: El Diablo Blanco, what I gave you at Sudden Death was but a flicker of my fire. Bring that whole house of pain you spoke of while you laid attending to your injuries… and I’ll burn it down!

Phage lets out a grunt and swings the spiked club at the camera. A loud thud is heard for a split second before the scene breaks to static.
We cut backstage to find Dakota Winters standing by with a microphone in hand and a smile on her face.

Dakota Winters: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome my guest at this time, “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones.

The camera pans out a little to reveal Stacy Jones standing beside the interviewer ready for her match coming up.

Dakota Winters: Welcome, Stacy. And first of all, commiserations on losing the Alliance Championships along with your Mayhem sisters to The Kerry Family at Sudden Death.

Jones nods.

Stacy Jones: I appreciate that, Dakota. And yeah… while it was disappointing to lose them when we did… The Kerry Family were the better team that night and they deserved to win. So major congratulations to them and I wish them all the best of luck as the brand new Alliance Champions.

Dakota Winters: Well now you’re back to your roots, once again in singles competition back here on Trauma where tonight in the Main Event, you’re going up against Nathaniel Ashford.

Stacy Jones: He seems quite the character, doesn’t he? Gives me that… born with a silver spoon in his mouth type vibe. But you know what? I hope he’s ready for what’s coming his way tonight… because as always, I’m ready for him. I know he’s a focused and dangerous individual in that ring, but after losing the Alliance Championships just a few short days ago? I need to get back on track and remind folks why this is my house.

Dakota Winters: Thanks for your time, Stacy and good luck.

The Unbreakable One nods, smiles and pats Winters on the arm before disappearing off camera as we cut elsewhere.

Stacy Jones ascends the turnbuckle while clutching her stomach after her hard fought victory over Nathaniel Ashford. She points out to the fans with a smile on her face as she nods, happy over picking up a much needed victory after recently losing the Alliance championship alongside her Mayhem sisters.

Seth Ernst: And once again, The Unbreakable One's back on top with a much needed victory over a very game Nathaniel Ashford!

Miranda Augustino: Nathaniel Ashford really took it to the Triple Crown Champion here tonight and it shows, but Stacy’s never give up attitude is hard for anyone to overcome.

Suddenly the lights in the arena flicker out and “Unbreakable” by Kingdom Collapse cuts off as the fans can be heard murmuring and we hear the sound of Jones hitting the mat as she jumps down from the turnbuckle, most likely with her attention now on the stage.

Lucas Knox: Wait, what is this?!

The video wall comes to life with an image of Earth from space as the intro to Bury Tomorrow’s “No Less Violent” begins to play.

Seth Ernst: No way!

The vignette now depicts a large asteroid hurtling towards the planet as it switches to various shots of Earth’s population. People from all different regions as a shadow looms over, blocking out the sun as these people look up with their eyes widening in horror.

Miranda Augustino: Could it be?!

From a bird’s eye view, the meteor SLAMS into the Earth’s surface, just as the guitar fully kicks in, causing a fiery flash on the screen and the vignette switches to grainy, black and white images of Adrianna Salvatore’s most brutal match highlights, mixed in with closeups of her rather deranged smile and menacing sneer.

Lucas Knox: Is she back?!

In the pitch black arena, lights on the stage come on, flashing and flickering. They illuminate a silhouette standing calmly in a hooded vest. Due to the lights positioning, all we see is the solid black outline, obscuring the lights behind it. As the first verse hits, the lights come back on as Adrianna Salvatore slowly lifts her head up and glares right at Jones in the ring with that vicious sneer on her face.

Seth Ernst: It is! Adrianna Salvatore is back!

Miranda Augustino: And she looks pissed!

Lucas Knox: And it appears that she’s pissed at Stacy!

The Walking Apocalypse proceeds to slowly remove her hooded vest, all the while maintaining eye contact with Jones. After tossing her vest to one side, she briefly glances down at her right arm and begins to clench her fist, shaking it out as well as rolling it out, showing the world that she has fully recovered from her injury before she then begins to storm down the ramp.

Seth Ernst: It appears that Adrianna’s arm is fully healed and now she’s making a beeline for the woman responsible for putting her on the shelf for a few months!

Miranda Augustino: This is what happens when you mess with someone like Adrianna Salvatore!

Lucas Knox: But it was an accident, Mir! Stacy never intended to injure Adrianna!

As Salvatore reaches the bottom of the ramp, Jones takes flight from out of nowhere as she dives over the top rope for a crossbody, but the behemoth catches her in midair with both hands around The Unbreakable One’s throat as she then spins her around and slams her into the side of ring with authority!

Seth Ernst: And Adrianna just picked Stacy out of midair and just slammed her into the side of the ring like she was nothing!

Salvatore then grabs Jones’ right arm and slams it hard against the side of the ring not once, not twice but three times!

Miranda Augustino: And it would appear Adrianna is returning the favor for what Stacy did to her!

Grabbing her by the face, Salvatore lifts Jones up to her feet and gets into her face.

Adrianna Salvatore: You did this to me, Stacy! YOU DID THI--

Suddenly Jones breaks the grip on her and comes fighting back, striking with her left arm as she nurses her right.

Lucas Knox: And Stacy is fighting back here!

It’s short lived however as with one quick headbutt from Salvatore, Jones collapses against the apron as The Walking Apocalypse grabs The Unbreakable One’s right arm again and drags her over to the ring post. Placing her arm through the corner, Adrianna takes hold of Stacy’s wrist from the other side of the post and repeatedly pulls her towards her, causing Jones’ shoulder to smash against the post as she cries out in pain!

Seth Ernst: Adrianna is not letting up! She’s gonna pop Stacy’s shoulder out of it’s damn socket!

The fans are booing so loud you can barely hear yourself think as Salvatore now wedges Jones’ arm in between the steel steps and the post. Taking a few large steps back from her adversary, Adrianna then charges full speed and hits the steps with a dropkick as Stacy quickly pulls her arm free and clutches it and she screams in pain with tears flowing down her face.

Miranda Augustino: I’ll admit… this is starting to get uncomfortable now to watch.

Salvatore then sits down on the floor beside the writhing Jones as she then proceeds to lock the former Alliance Champion in The Lament Configuration as Stacy yet again cries out in pain, however it doesn’t last long as clearly the amount of pain she is suffering through takes its toll and she passes out as the camera zooms in on the wide eyed demented look on the face of The Walking Apocalypse and she sticks out her tongue as we go off air.