NFW Trauma #164 - 09/21/2024!

We cut backstage to see All the members of Sedition Rising standing together. Those with matches later tonight, Rowena, Jamie, Super Tiger 2, and the New Frontier Champion Lana Corvin, are in their gear. Standing in front of them in their manager, Ashe Corvin. He is wearing a grey, black, and purple suit. He adjusts his collar and smirks.

Ashe Corvin: Tonight is a showcase everyone should be thankful for. Because Tonight Sedition Rising will be gracing that ring out there twice. My niece Rowena shall prove a point against that sad excuse for a human. She will show that she deserves to be the one holding the Event Horizon Title. Her father is the most violent wrestler I’ve ever known. He is the toughest. She has inherited these traits from him. I would apologize for what she is going to do to Lawerence Whittiker. But Sedition Rising doesn’t apologize.

Ashe tosses a glance back at Rowena. He then looks back into the camera.

Ashe Corvin: Then tonight my daughter, daughter-in-law, and the hottest rookie of the year, will show the Kingdom who the real group is on Trauma. They should have stayed over on Collision. But if they want to stretch themselves thin and be dismantled, I guess that is their business.

Ashe rubs his hands together.

Ashe Corvin: This Main Event will help showcase and reinforce that Sedition Rising is the greatest group. Not just in NFW but in all of wrestling. They have been a force to be reckoned with in every version. This new one, headed by the last remaining member of the last incarnation, is just the same as the others. Ruthless and dominant. We run this show and we will put down anyone who thinks otherwise. So I want all of you to pay attention take all the notes you can. Remember what you feel after tonight. Then remember that is how things are going to be. Because we aren’t going anywhere. The only thing we will do is take more and more of what is rightfully ours. To the entire New Frontier roster, this is your world now. All you have to do is, Reach out and Touch Faith.

Ashe chuckles and grins. The group then turn and walk off screen.
The arena is buzzing with anticipation as the lights dim. Suddenly, the unmistakable opening notes of “The Fox (What Does the Fox Say?)” by Ylvis blare through the PA system. The crowd erupts into a frenzy, with members of The Diablo Nation leading the charge.
The music builds, and just as the chorus hits, El Diablo Blanco explodes onto the stage, bouncing around with infectious energy. The fans cheer even louder for The Backyard Phenom, their excitement palpable.

El D makes his way down the ramp, high-fiving fans all the way to and around the ring. His vibrant orange and turquoise mask stands out under the arena lights, a beacon of his larger-than-life persona. He finally rolls into the ring under the bottom rope and ascends the second turnbuckle closest to the hard cam side, playing air guitar to the rest of the song as the crowd sings along.

As the song finishes, El Diablo Blanco turns to each side of the ring and bows to the fans in appreciation. He then grabs a microphone from the ring announcer and stands in the center of the ring, waiting for the crowd to settle down.

El Diablo Blanco: Let me tell you something, Brothers and Sisters!

The crowd roars in response, their cheers echoing through the arena.

El Diablo Blanco: Tonight, I stand before you as the challenger for the NFW Genesis Championship. And I gotta say, it’s an honor just to be here. But before we get to the action, I need to thank someone very special. LeAnne Viskan, thank you for believing in me and giving me this shot at the Genesis Strap.

The crowd cheers, showing their appreciation for LeAnne Viskan’s faith in El D.

El Diablo Blanco: Now, I know my record here in NFW hasn’t been the greatest. And let’s be real, a lot of that is thanks to Phage and her antics. But LeAnne saw through all that. She saw the true potential of Good Ol El D, and for that, I’m forever grateful.

El D pauses, looking around at the sea of fans, his expression serious yet filled with determination.

El Diablo Blanco: And let’s not forget about the champion, Jessie Robinson. Jessie, you’ve been a fighting champion, and I respect that. You’ve taken on all challengers and come out on top. But tonight, Sister, I’m here to give these fans their money’s worth. I’m here to show everyone why they call me The Backyard Phenom. So Whatcha Gonna Do, Sister, When Good Ol El D Runs Wild On You?!

The crowd erupts once more, their support for El D unwavering.

El Diablo Blanco: So, Jessie, get on down here and let’s make some magic, Sister. Diggit!

El D raises his fist in the air, the crowd chanting his name in unison. He hands the microphone back to the ring announcer and prepares for the match, his eyes locked on the entrance ramp, ready for the challenge ahead.
Miranda Augustino: Where the hell did Phage come from anyway?!

Lucas Knox: I don’t know, but it seems like she was lying in wait for El Diablo to turn his back!

As the referee hands Jessie Robinson back the championship, Phage slides back into the ring and goes right for El Diablo Blanco again, raining fists down. The referee and Jessie Robinson both see this and rush her, trying to pull her up off of her target. Phage thrashes and kicks, trying to fight the two off of her but it gives El Diablo time to find his feet and just as she breaks free, he tackles her through the ropes and the two send fists flying at each other, throwing the crowd into an excited uproar!

Seth Ernst: Here we go!! These two obviously aren’t done with one another!

Security floods ringside and dogpiles on the two brawlers, ripping them apart with El Diablo being more amicable than Phage who pulls and kicks to get free, like a wild animal. As the chaos continues, General Manager LeeAnn Viskan comes storming down to the ring, no mic in hand and stands between the two clusters of bodies, yelling over the camera.

LeeAnn Viskan: I’ve had enough of this shit! Get them outta here!

Phage: NO! NO!! HE’S MINE!! IT’S NOT OVER!!! OUR FIGHT NEVER ENDED!!

LeeAnn Viskan: GET HER THE FUCK OUTTA HERE, NOW!

Security starts to forcibly pull Phage towards backstage as the wild luchadora flails and screams at the top of her lungs.

Phage: WE’RE NOT FINISHED, DIABLO!! YOU AND ME!!!! YOU HEAR ME?! YOU AND ME!!!

From where he’s being held back, El Diablo Blanco shouts back over the security guards around him.

El Diablo Blanco: TIME AND PLACE, SISTER! LET’S GO!!

LeeAnn Viskan: Nah, we’re not doing that!! Get these two outta here! NOW!

Crowd: LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT! LET THEM FIGHT!

As Phage and El Diablo are dragged off in opposite directions, LeeAnn Viskan snarls under her breath at the outrage and angrily adjusts her leather jacket before storming back up towards the stage to head to the back.

Miranda Augustino: These two want at each other but I don’t think LeeAnn’s having it, boys!

Lucas Knox: Well, you can’t keep two forces like that separated forever. Eventually, they’re gonna collide and if it happens in an uncontrolled environment, it could be detrimental!
Dakota Winters is outside of the Vlad Blackheart Colosseum. Behind her looking around at their surroundings is the Socialites.

Dakota Winters: I am out here per the request of the Socialites…

Vanessa Page: Let’s be real, girl, spending time with us is the best part of your day.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Just a little bit of gratitude from you would actually look good on you…

Vanessa Page: I wouldn’t go that far, Dani.

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: I know, right?

Dakota Winters: I’m literally right here…

Vanessa Page: We know despite you blending in with these hobos out here.

Dakota Winters: Rude!

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Lighten up! It's the truth, hobo.

Dakota’s jaw drops in shock.

Dakota Winters: Well, I never…

Vanessa Page: We know.

Dakota Winters: Can we get back to why we are out here?

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Touchy, touchy, you’re almost as soft as a cuddly white rabbit.

Vanessa Page: You really are, Dakota, and it’s so off putting.

Dakota rolls her eyes.

Dakota Winters: Why are we out here, ladies? It is starting to feel like you’re just wasting my time.

Vanessa Page: Ugh! Fine!

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Tell us what you see out here, Dakota?

Dakota Winters: The sun is out, people are out enjoying the last days of summer…

Vanessa Page: WRONG!

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Do you know what we see, Dakota?

Vanessa Page: Also known as the truth…

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: We see skid row, we see a bunch of hobos out here much like 2 Broke Chikz.

Vanessa Page: They might as well be out here in Tent City themselves.

Dakota Winters: Oh my God! The Vlad Blackheart Colosseum isn’t in a bad neighborhood. Because NFW makes their home here this neighborhood is thriving.

Vanessa Page: Is it though?

“Diamond Princess” Danielle Page: Jane and Chi Chi got so lucky we took it easy on them when we faced them last month.

Dakota Winters That doesn’t sound right.

Vanessa Page: Our girl, Queen B, had to put those two two low class heifers in check so they didn’t fully feel our wrath then but they will when we step into the ring on Trauma.

Vanessa looks over at Dakota.

Vanessa Page: Now you can go back to skid row over there with the rest of your squad.

Vanessa and Danielle walk away as Dakota scratches her head.

Dakota Winters: Those guys are actually my camera crew.
We cut to the interview area in the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Coliseum, where we see Dakota Winters standing by with Kai Morgan.

Dakota Winters: Ladies and gentlemen, I’m here with my guest tonight, Kai Morgan. Kai, things have been looking up quite a bit for you recently. You’ve been making some decent progress in this Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, and you got a win two weeks ago right here on Trauma. Though many people would consider that particular victory to be a bit…questionable.

Kai looks perplexed at this.

Kai Morgan: How so?

Dakota Winters: Well, in order to get that win, you had to take to targeting Miguel Ortiz’s shoulder, which has been known to give him troubles over the years. Do you not see that as maybe just a bit shady?

Kai Morgan: Is it maybe a bit disrespectful to the man. But then again, he was disrespectful to me first. Now does that excuse it? No. Do two wrongs make a right? No. But we all know the risk when it comes to us being in that ring, Miguel included. I didn’t cheat. I didn’t use a foreign object. I didn’t go after any part of the body I wasn’t supposed to. If Miguel Ortiz has a problem with how I handled things, he can settle it up with me face-to-face. But for now, I’m gonna keep on going about my business.

Dakota Winters: Speaking of your business, you’re currently in a good standing the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, ending this week strong as you eked out a win against Jordan Majors. How are you feeling about your chances now that you’ve faced more than half the block?

Kai Morgan: I’ve had a slow start, but I’m starting to pull it together. The important thing is that while I’m not doing the best, I’m also not doing the worst. I still have a chance in this, which is more than could be said for a lot of people.

Dakota Winters: It seems like your strategy has consisted of a lot of flash pin attempts. Some have even earned you victories. Do you feel that strategy of ending the matches as quickly as you can has been an improvement from you last outing in the tournament?

Kai laughs a bit.

Kai Morgan: Feels kind of ass backwards, doesn’t it? You’d have expected me to use this strategy a couple years back when I was fighting hurt. But now here I am, in a position to actually go the distance, and I just wanna move quickly and not overextend myself. I guess I just learned my lesson.

Dakota Winters: And with that strategy earning you success, have you thought about dipping into any newer tricks? Maybe even some a bit…out of bounds?

Kai’s smile immediately fades upon hearing this.

Kai Morgan: I don’t think I like what you’re insinuating, Dakota. In fact…I think we’re done here.

Dakota tries to reassure Kai that she means well, but she can’t get to it before Kai walks off, leaving her alone as we fade.
The wind howled through the forest as two flickering torches cut through the darkness. The enchantress and the serpent’s shadow moved silently beneath the trees, their flames—a vivid purple and a menacing green—guiding their path. They approached the agreed meeting spot, where the cameraman stood waiting. Darcy's serpent-like eyes glinted in the torchlight as she prepared to speak, but the woman beside her, clad in black, stepped forward.

“The Enchantress” Kendra Graves: "Did you really think, after what you did to my father, that Darcy would still travel alone? That 'arm candy' by her side? He's a dream, isn't he? But you, Bianca—you think you're the center of the world, that everything should be handed to you on a silver platter. But you haven’t earned a thing. You can keep telling yourself that my sister didn’t deserve what she got, but she was a stronger champion than you could ever hope to be. Tonight..."

Darcy gave a silent nod and stepped back, her lips curling into a smile as she closed her eyes.

“The Serpent’s Shadow” Darcy Graves: "You’re about to meet the monster you always thought I was. I’ve proven my worth, beaten more challengers than you ever could. And when I finally took you down, all you did was whine about not getting a rematch. But you ducked me at every opportunity. Maybe that was karma. But this place? It’s not about karma—it’s about fate. And tonight, Bianca, you’ll meet yours. Don’t worry—Kendra will be right by my side in case you and Simon, or whoever else you want to drag into this, decide to interfere."

Darcy laughed, her voice echoing through the night. Turning toward the ancient temple, she glanced back at Kendra, who gave a sharp nod and stepped ahead of her. With a flick of her hand, Kendra signaled the cameraman to leave. As he turned to retreat, a low hiss echoed from deep within the temple.
The screen cuts to a completely black room, nothing else is seen other than a light somewhere before a figure steps into the light-it is David Striker and he is dressed in a solid white suit with a black dress shirt which is visible under his white vest. He slowly runs his hands through his blonde hair before fixing his ice blue eyes onto the camera.

David Striker: Hello NFW, it's been a while hasn't? Now I know that the Phantom Troupe hasn't been on the greatest of runs since our collective debut here in this company, despite our collective best efforts. We're considered to be something of a joke...an afterthought, especially in the eyes of our dear, dear "Friends" in the Sedition.

David allows himself a moment to smile darkly at his statement for just a moment before continuing.

David Striker: Now I can fully understand Jamie's desire to torment the Troupe and that it comes from the one pure and simple fact that she cannot get her hands on my older brother, a man that she could not for the life of her ever defeat for a world title in another company, so she makes it her life's work to use me to force Jacob into coming here to NFW, not understanding that Jacob thinks so little of her and her efforts that he simply ignores them...them *AND* her.

David Striker: But during my time away from NFW, I have discovered that the Sedition has simply been a distraction, one that is for the time being in our rear view...as the Troupe must rededicate ourselves to what is truly important.

In that moment, a man dressed in a black zipped up hoodie with the hood covering his head steps into the light to Striker's right at which point the man pulls the hood back to reveal Dylan Maverick.

Dylan Maverick: And what is most important is the very thing that we came here to NFW for and that is the Alliance titles. We have played the collective fools to a collective bunch of pencil necked mouth breathers for long enough, we work our collective assess off only to be pushed aside for the lesser talents on this company's roster. We demand to be taken seriously..by any means possible.

A third person steps into the light also wearing a hoodie that when he pushes it back, it reveals to be a respectable dressed DJ Hunter in a gray suit to counter David's all white with a blood red silk shirt under a gray vest.

DJ Hunter: These are not mere words, but the purest statements of intent. Because we are tired of chasing shadows, breaking bones and twisting nature's limbs only to come up short time and time again for some one's amusement...so NFW, if you been wanting us to step things up, to throw away the chains of civilization and become just as base...then consider the chains broken because it's time that the Troupe finally embraces our...Rogue Legacy.

DJ then slowly steps back into the darkness followed a moment later by Dylan who simply smirks which leaves David all alone in the light.

David Striker: It is said that the purest artist strives for Profuse extremes....there is beauty in the madness, I just couldn't see it yet. We will begin at the end, the Children of the Profane are done being tied to the great chain...time to let the chaos in.

David's smile remains on his face as he joins his brothers as he walks backwards into the darkness as the screen fades to black.
The camera opens on Jasmine Matthews, Stephanie “Wildcat” Kenyon and Abigail Lindsay seemingly ready to go fight.

Stephanie Kenyon: So tonight, we’re in a place we’ve all been before but I repeatedly get told, I don’t belong… the main event with two Corvins and a Super Tiger from Sedition Rising.

Wildcat allows herself a small chuckle.

Stephanie Kenyon: You know, for somebody who says y’all’s way is THE way and nothing else matters, you seem to spend an awful lot of time against me, Champ…

Abigail Lindsay: Speaking of Corvin’s... remember that judas, Jamie...humiliated her so bad a year ago it was? She ran over to Trauma. Formed Sedition Rising! Enough about Jamie. Less said about her the better.

Abigail yawns.

Abigail Lindsay: I wanna address something The Kerry Family said a week ago.

Abigail playfully waves.

Abigail Lindsay: Hey champs, I can be hard of hearing sometimes. Lil ole me coulda swore yall more or less said The Kingdom as a whole in NFW is past our prime? Yall the new IT group around these parts? Soooo we haven’t been belt collectors lately. So what fans talk more about the Queens of Chaos and The Wolves. And maaaaaaaaaaaaybe we haven’t given people a reason to fear us. To foolishly claim we are the past, a bit naive. Jazzy and I are gonna bring those Alliance Championships home. And Stephykins...

Abigail rests a hand on Steph’s shoulder.

Abigail Lindsay: ... is going to become the New Frontier Champion. That ain’t lu... eh, I’ll stop now. Don’t want to be sued for infringement.

Stephanie Kenyon: As for tonight, it’s time to kick this pig!

Jasmine Matthews: Behold the Kingdom… and as always, go fuck yourself!