NFW Trauma #162 - 09/07/2024!

Vanessa Page and “Diamond Princess” Danielle Page of the Socialites are in the Influencer’s luxury box in the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum.

Vanessa Page: Tonight is the big night where we see our girl, the Queen B, finally become the measuring stick in a company when she becomes the NFW Champion.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: It will be so exciting and we will have a celebration that is so fitting of a Queen.

Vanessa Page: And I for one cannot wait!

Suddenly the door to the luxury box opens up and standing in the doorway with a big smile on her face is “Classy” Bianca Page.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: There she is! Get in here, Binx.

Danielle and Vanessa move closer to the door as Bianca walks into the luxury box. As Bianca walks in and is followed by a large Samoan man.

Vanessa Page: , hold on? Who the hell is this?

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: I don’t know who you think you are but you cannot just be walking up in here like that.

Bianca turns to see that her sisters are talking to the man that followed her in.

“Classy” Bianca Page: No, no, V, Dani. He is with me. I invited him.

Vanessa Page :Oh?

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: We know you and Travis broke up several months ago but is this kinda like a new…

“Classy” Bianca Page: It’s nothing like that. As I was recovering from almost being killed by Travis a couple months ago I thought to myself that I…well I mean we need some muscle that these nameless, faceless rent-a-cops we hire really can’t give us.

Bianca looks over at a few of the security guards in the luxury box with them.

“Classy” Bianca Page :And yes I am talking about you fools.

Bianca turns her attention back to her sisters.

“Classy” Bianca Page: Which is why when I came across this man right here I knew he had to be on my side, he had to be on our side. So last week I met with him to discuss this arrangement. And I know, Dani, that you and Tiffany like using Clyde to do some of the dirty work that needs to be done but this arrangement fits just right.

Danielle and Vanessa nod their heads.

Vanessa Page: Does this tank have a name?

“Classy” Bianca Page: Yes, this is Sione Maivia.

Sione shakes the hands of both Danielle and Vanessa.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page :It is a pleasure to meet you, Sione, and we are definitely glad you’re on our side versus the alternative.

Vanessa Page: I second that.

Bianca walks over to where she is overlooking the crowd in the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum. She grabs a microphone.

“Classy” Bianca Page :Listen up, marks. As you know I recently came back from a life threatening altercation with that bum Travis Levitt. A man who I just pinned this past Monday on Mayhem but knowing that I barely got out of that situation with my life because of my good friend Bianca Davis and the Carlton Crew. So I knew something had to change. Which is why I went out and I hired the most savage mercenary I could find. I found this man right here, I found Sione Maivia.

Bianca hands Sione the microphone.

“The Mercenary” Sione Maivia: What Travis Levitt did to you was one of the most appalling things I’ve ever seen. He better not dare to try to do it again. Because Travis won’t like what the consequences are for such a brazen and disgusting attack, on the absolute classiest woman around Miss Bianca Page.

Sione would pause and briefly chuckle.

“The Mercenary” Sione Maivia: Not that any of you would know a damn thing about class. Because most of you either don’t know what deodorant is or you don’t wear it. It is an offense to do such things in the presence of Bianca Page…

“Classy” Bianca Page: This move is a game changer and none of you will actually comprehend that. This man right here is a certified badass that has my back, who has the back of my sisters as well as my friends. And we will not stop till we get what we want. Tonight it starts when my girl, the Queen herself, becomes the new NFW Champion. You’ve been put on notice!
Just as the opening match is coming to an end, the crowd is startled by the abrupt roar of Daniel Winter-Bates voice through the PA.


And Bury Tomorrow’s “No Less Violent” hits as Adrianna Salvatore comes storming from the tunnel and making her way down towards the ring. Inside the ring, Jessie Robinson and Zenia Hobbs aren’t sure whether to stick around or leave as The Walking Apocalypse storms towards the ring. Too little too late to really make a decision as they’re still there when Adrianna reaches ringside and the woman comes sliding in under the bottom rope. Without hesitation, she cocks her fist and rushes forward, leaping and catching Zenia across the jaw with “TA-01 (Superman Punch)!!!” This kicks Jessie into motion as she runs in to hit Adrianna with a lariat but the raging woman slips under her arm, hits the ropes and nearly cuts her in half with a “Gamma Ray Burst (Spear)!!!” The crowd showers Adrianna with boos as both competitors from the match roll out of the ring. Adrianna kicks the Genesis Championship out of the ring onto the champion and angrily calls for Madoka Kawada to give her a microphone, snatching it from her hand through the ropes.

Lucas Knox: Now what is the meaning of this?! She had no reason to–

Adrianna Salvatore: Lucas Knox. I can hear you from here. You don’t shut your fucking mouth and let me talk, I’m gonna put your ass on the shelf with Stacy Jones and Ashley Kenyon.

Lucas Knox: ......

Adrianna waits for the crowd noise to die down before bringing up the microphone again.

Adrianna Salvatore: First thing’s first, let me clear the air for these two.

She wiggles two fingers towards outside the ring, indicating Zenia Hobbs and Jessie Robinson.

Adrianna Salvatore: This isn’t Sedition Rising picking a fight with the Twisted Sisters, nor is it with the Queens of Chaos. This isn’t me calling my shot at the Baby Bean’s little title, either. In fact, this hasn’t got a damn thing to do with Sedition Rising. This is about…me. It’s about me and the fact that, while none of you may know, because it wasn’t announced on social media, I’ve been asked by NFW management…to apologize…

Adrianna lowers the microphone and slowly smiles. It’s a condescending smile at best that breaks into a wicked chuckle as she shakes her head and brings the mic up again.

Adrianna Salvatore: They want me to apologize for how I’ve “conducted myself in recent weeks.”

She makes quotation marks with her empty hand as she turns to address the crowd all around her.

Adrianna Salvatore: They wanted me to come out here and apologize for what I did to Stacy Jones. They wanted me to apologize for what I did to Ashley Kenyon.

She pauses a moment and motions to the mat under her feet as if to indicate what she just did.

Adrianna Salvatore: Well there…is your fucking apology! LeeAnn Viskan, you want an apology from me? You should damn well know me better than that! I don’t apologize for shit! An apology is given when you do something by accident. An apology is given when you feel remorse for your actions. Listen very carefully, right now. You! Come here!

Adrianna points at the camera by the corner and motions him over as she walks over to get in close.

Adrianna Salvatore: I didn’t do…any of that by accident. I did exactly what I meant to do. To both of them! I don’t feel remorse for the fact that Stacy Jones and Ashley Kenyon are laid up at home, probably watching this right now. And as for the people all over asking me why? “Why, Adrianna? Why’d you do that?” It’s really quite simple. You reap. What. You fucking. Sow!

She steps back to the middle of the ring, sneering at the hushed crowd around her now. They’ve realized just how serious she is. A coldness about her that they haven’t seen in some time.

Adrianna Salvatore: Ashley Kenyon herself said it best. You can’t cancel the apocalypse. You can only postpone it. That much has been proven. It’s been postponed before. It was postponed again back at Manifest Destiny. But let’s be brutally honest here. Destiny wasn’t what was manifested. Nor was it mayhem. The only thing you bitches manifested…was your end of days. Your doomsday clock’s been ticking down since May 25th. And now? Time’s up…

Without another word, Adrianna tosses the mic out of the ring as “No Less Violent” hits back on the PA. She throws her hands up for her pose and promptly rolls out of the ring.

Seth Ernst: Ladies and gentlemen…the Apocalypse…has spoken.

Miranda Augustino: Seth, we know May 25th was when Adrianna Salvatore was injured. Since her return, she’s been targeting members of Mayhem. Stacy Jones. Ashley Kenyon. You have to wonder who’s next on her list?

Lucas Knox: Well you still have the Maguires but…they’re on Collision.

Miranda Augustino: Lucas, use your head. You think that matters to her?

Lucas Knox: I mean…

Seth Ernst: The only thing that matters to Adrianna Salvatore, as we know, is pure and utter destruction. Anywhere. Anytime. Anyone. Stay the hell out of this woman’s way.
We cut to the backstage interview area of Vlad Blackheart Memorial Coliseum. There we see Dakota Winters, joined by Kai Morgan.

Dakota Winters: Ladies and gentlemen, I am here now with Kai Morgan. Kai, you haven’t had the best of performances in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, only getting two points between three matches so far. Compared to two years ago, where you swept your entire block, could you say this go around has been disappointing? Or is there still hope for you to bounce back.

Kai looks at Dakota solemnly, as if he doesn’t even want to be there. As though he doesn’t even want to be seen.

Kai Morgan: Look…it can be hard living up to past expectations. When you set the bar so high for yourself, you can often make it hard to obtain again. I wasn’t expecting a clean sweep like two years ago, but—

Kai cuts himself off, looking conflicted with himself.

Kai Morgan: Look, I’m just tired of coming up short. When I came back to NFW, I did so with the purpose of showing my son that you can be great without having to take the low road. So far, I’ve done that and it’s only resulted in failure after failure. Something’s gotta give, and I don’t know if it’s gonna give tonight or tomorrow or next month of next year. All I know is that at some point, something’s gotta give.

Dakota Winters: You spoke about tonight. Could that “give” so to speak revolve around a victory over Miguel Ortiz?

Kai Morgan: The problem with Miguel Ortiz, as well as the entire clique he runs with, is that their words rarely match their actions. They love to act as though they don’t care about the people they label as “insignificant”, and yet they hold meaningless grudges over them. Case in point, I believe Miguel Ortiz this match as him getting beat down the “old boss”? Meanwhile, I see Miguel Oritz as a formidable competitor and nothing else. He wants to stand in that ring and see the man who used to sign his checks? Good for him. But who he really is stepping into the ring with is the first ever New Frontier Champion. The Living, Breathing Instant Classic. The World Beater. And he’s gonna find out tonight that the gap between what he sees me as and what I am couldn’t be any larger.

Kai walks off with those final words as we fade.
Crystal Hilton could be seen and she is dressed to impress. She nods her head as she begins to speak.

Crystal Hilton: Good evening to all of my people watching tonight. I just want to say that the VBMT has been going well and on behalf of the B block anybody could really emerge through and walk away with the big victory. As a woman who has been through so much stuff I vow to do whatever it takes to make it to the finals. I didn’t hold the US title for damn near most of the year to just crumble and not deliver when it really matters. It seems like everything is being set for me to just come about and do what I know I can do, and that’s emerging with a big win.

Crystal looks deeper into the cameras and speaks some more.

Crystal Hilton: When I first came to NFW it honestly took me a long time to hit the ground running. Things didn’t really go in the way that I would have hoped for them to go and I was definitely so far away from doing what I wanted to do. It took a long grind and I ended up having my moment. I know that there is still so much more for me to do in this company and I know better days are definitely on the horizon. I will get to the end destination. I will somehow find a way to pull ahead and once I do you can count on me being more vigilant and vocal. You will be seeing so much more of me, I promise you that much.,
The scene opens to Phage standing in front of what looks like an 80's style backdrop with a graphical representation of her name superimposed over a graphic of dungeon walls and chains. There are pieces of ash falling from top to bottom in the backdrop. Phage is looking down with her hood over her head and her face hidden.

Phage: El Diablo Blanco...

She continues looking down.

Phage: You've been through much in such a short time here in NFW with much more to come in the future given your reputation in this industry. Your future is just as bright as it was when you were a rookie in the business. You know it, your fans know it, NFW management knows it, and yes, even I know it... That's why I'm HONORED that your momentum is being held back by MY own hand.

Phage on cue holds up empty hand as if it is holding something.

Phage: Why you, though? Well, what better opponent to share in my carnage than a LEGEND in the business? A legend who forged a different path than I did as you amassed fans while I snuck in always under the radar. You stated that I was using you to make a name for myself, but I don't need to do that as my name is already made. Those who know my past know and FEAR my name! You and EVERYONE in NFW obviously are not in the know as you all FAILED to realize this fact!

Throwing her hand down to her side she abruptly lifts her head finally revealing her masked face to the camera.

Phage: I've been in this business for over a decade. I wrestled many years ago in Mexico where I started my career. While you're total career spans a longer time period than mine, I started my professional career 5 years before you. While you were wrestling in back yards, I was in hardcore matches and even the occasional deathmatch. I've been in tag matches where we've destroyed our opponents only for me to destroy my own partner to be the last one standing. My career was full of so much pain, so much destruction, so much... chaos... And I've loved EVERY moment!

Phage pulls her hood back off her head as long black locks of hair fall down framing her mask. Her eyes look at the camera full of pain and anguish.

Phage: I've wrestled in the United States in promotions such as Wild Side Wrestling, 4 Corners Wrestling, and Ladies All-Star Wrestling. All of these promotions have since closed down which only adds to the lack of respect I get for my past work in this sport. But, that's enough of the history lesson because I'm here to talk about tonight.

Holding her hands out in front of her as if casting a spell at the camera, Phage lowers her head slightly.

Phage: El Diablo Blanco, tonight we face each other in the best match possible as the rules are thrown out the window. Had this been a regular match, you would've definitely attained a victory in the books, but fallen in battle in the process. It's now well documented that I often lose due to not playing by the rules, but tonight's match ensures that I cannot and will not lose. I know your past, my dear rival, so I know that you will be more than capable of holding up your end in dealing out pain. Should you leave tonight with the victory, though, it will not be without paying a price.

Phage smirks at the camera.

Phage: No more interfering, no more sneak attacks, no more deceitful tactics. You wanted a match against me and you get what you wanted tonight... I gladly accept your wish as my command.

She bows for a moment.

Phage: I will leave you with these last words before we do battle... There will be bloodshed tonight with some being mine, some yours. The punishment, pain, and chaos will be at a level fit for legends like ourselves... Tonight, I will be ecstatic watching as you writhe in pain with blood trickling down your cheeks in the same manner as the tears trickling down the cheeks of your Diablitos. They will cry helplessly as they watch their hero being dismantled before them. As Blue Murder says, "The blood will flow, a thousand souls plead for mercy... A thousand times over." Your Diablitos can plead all they want, but they'll get no mercy from me... You'll get no mercy from me... NFW will get no mercy from me!

Replacing the hood over her head and bowing her head, Phage's voice breaks to a whisper.

Phage: See you in the ring... LEGEND...

The scene fades out.
We cut backstage to see Lana Corvin making her final preparations for her first NFW Title defense. She turns to see the camera and scoffs. She adjusts the title around her waist and pulls on her entrance coat.

Lana Corvin: In just a few moments another self-proclaimed “queen” will see that she isn’t what she claims to be. Though we all know she will have a laundry list of excuses as to why she failed. You see, that’s why I have never once considered myself royalty in this business. Even though if anyone had that claim it would be me. Anyone can call themselves a queen. Just look at the bimbo I’m facing tonight.


Lana smirks.

Lana Corvin: You see, Bianca, You can claim to be whatever you want to be. You can even give everyone around you the flavor aid to agree with you. But at the end of the day, you are just a spoiled little bitch who has delusions of grandeur. I mean, you can literally substitute anyone out of your little group and it wouldn’t change a thing. You are just a group of carbon copies. You think because you grew up with mommy and daddy giving you everything you want that you are someone special.

Lana pauses.

Lana Corvin: News Flash! You ain’t shit. Claim all your greatness in whatever two-bit companies you were in before NFW. But here, you ain’t done shit but run your mouth and fail. You want to claim that Trauma is your territory, but what have you done to claim it besides saying it? Huh? It’s okay, I’ll wait.

Lana pauses again. She waits a whole minute before continuing.

Lana Corvin: Oh, that’s right, you ain’t done shit. What have I done? New Frontier Champion.

She pats the belt around her waist.

Lana Corvin: Former United States Champion who holds the longest reign for the title at nine months. How about you come back at me when you’ve accomplished something here that matters? Hell, after this match, how about you go back and challenge for the Genesis title? That seems to be more your speed.

Lana takes a breath and pauses again.

Lana Corvin: You really need to learn your place in this company, Bianca. And that is not in the Main Event in the New Frontier Title picture. Go back to being everyone’s reason to hit the toilets or grab a drink, or some merch. I’ll gladly accept your thanks for making sure people sit through an entire match with you in it. I’ll show you first hand the difference between talking about it and being about it.

Lana’s demeanor turns serious out of nowhere.

Lana Corvin: You want to take this title from me? You ain’t got what it takes. You couldn’t beat someone literally after they had just wrestled a match. You are all talk and nothing more. All bark and no bite. I don’t want to ever see you sniffing around me or my title after tonight. I’ll put you back in your place and that’s at the back of the fuckin line. Behind Jimmy Bones, the Soz, the janitor Bill, the kid from the valet company that we hire in. Every bum in Chicago will get a shot at this belt while I hold it before you ever could hope to get another shot. Enjoy your fifteen minutes, bitch. Because after this, all you’re gonna be is a footnote in my title reign. The bar trivia answer to “who was Lana Corvin’s first New Frontier Title defense?”

Lana makes the sound of a buzzer.

Lana Corvin: Who is, Bianca Davis? The biggest bag of hot air Steven Brody and LeAnn Viskan ever hired. You see, unlike you, when I win this match tonight…

That trademark Corvin smirk creeps onto Lana’s face.

Lana Corvin: It Ain’t Luck.

She gives the camera a wink and heads off towards the ring.