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UNBREAKABLE!
Stacy Jones then bursts through the curtain and out onto the stage as the song kicks into full swing and the sold out Vlad Blackheart Colosseum erupts with deafening cheers.
Seth Ernst: Welcome ladies and gentlemen to Saturday Night Trauma! And what a way to kick off the show! With the returning Stacy Jones! Just listen to this place, guys… I can barely hear myself speak!
The Unbreakable One stops on the stage and soaks in all the love with a big smile on her face as she looks around at all of the fans in attendance.
Miranda Augustino: One of the most beloved individuals to ever step foot into an NFW ring has returned and boy have we missed her here!
Jones begins to make her way down the ramp, savoring every moment of it as she spends some time high-fiving fans, hugging some of them and even signing stuff on the way down.
Lucas Knox: All is right on the blue brand once more now that The Unbreakable One is back!
The New Yorker makes her way around the ring, still high-fiving and hugging fans on the way before she reaches the announce table and she fist bumps all three commentators as well as ring announcer, Madoka Kawada who then proceeds to hand over her microphone to Jones who then ascends the steel steps and then climbs through the ropes and into the ring.
Seth Ernst: Almost two months ago… at episode 160… that was the last time we saw Stacy Jones inside an NFW ring… and it was that fateful night that we would witness one of the most vicious, one of the most brutal attacks I have ever seen over my career as a broadcast journalist when Adrianna Salvatore would take Stacy Jones out of action by delivering not one, not two, not three… but FIVE Ground Zeroes to the Triple Crown Champion!
“Unbreakable” fades out as the titantron then begins to show a replay of what went down that night.
Miranda Augustino: A night that we, the fans and Stacy herself will never ever forget. The entire arena was stunned into silence as we witnessed the devastating attack.
The video package continues as it shows Jones’ distraught wife, Harley as well as her fellow Mayhem sister, Ash Kenyon checking on her before Trauma General Manager, LeeAnn Viskan calls for EMT’s and a stretcher is brought out.
Lucas Knox: Not forgetting that it was probably a night that Stacy’s wife, Harley and one of her closest friends, Ash Kenyon will likely never forget either as we see right here. The look of distress on her wife’s face along with the concern on her friends face.
The video then ends as the camera cuts back to the ring where we see that The Unbreakable One had been watching the replay of what happened to her almost two months ago.
Stacy Jones: Watching that video back… you know what I see?
She pauses for a moment.
Stacy Jones: I don’t see the brutal assault on me… I don’t see blood pouring from my mouth due to the internal injuries I sustained. No. I see my wife in tears… I see one of my closest friends worried sick…
The Unbreakable One has a very serious expression on her face as she turns her attention to the hard camera.
Stacy Jones: Terrorizing my sister-in-law… making my wife cry… worrying my Mayhem sister… almost assaulting a woman who is very close to my heart in your I Quit match against said Mayhem sister? I know you’re sitting at home watching this Adrianna… so I’m going to cut right to the chase. And I don’t give a damn that we’ve still got a while to go until this event…
Another pause, this one for dramatic effect.
Stacy Jones: You and me… AT WRESTLEWAR!
The fans erupt at the sound of this.
Seth Ernst: What?! Stacy Jones just challenged Adrianna Salvatore to a match at our biggest show of the year!
Miranda Augustino: This will be huge if Adrianna accepts!
Lucas Knox: And if we know Adrianna like we think we do, she will accept it!
Jones waits for the fans cheering to quieten down as she’s clearly not finished.
Stacy Jones: And Hell, since I’m in a good mood… I’ll even let you pick the type of match we have. Ball is in your court, bitch. Don’t disappoint me.
The Unbreakable One then drops the microphone and outstretches her arms as “Unbreakable” blasts out of the PA system again. She then proceeds to point down to the mat as the camera zooms in closer and is just able to pick up what comes out of her mouth.
Stacy Jones: This is my house, bitch!
Jones then proceeds to exit the ring and starts making her way up the ramp as she goes back to high-fiving and hugging fans.
Seth Ernst: Well what a way to kick off this week’s Trauma, guys!
Miranda Augustino: A huge announcement from the returning Stacy Jones!
Lucas Knox: The big question though is… can Stacy Jones overcome The Walking Apocalypse?! Or will she yet again suffer a brutal… and potentially career ending assault!
The Unbreakable One then reaches the stage and then proceeds to disappear through the curtain as we cut elsewhere.
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Match #1/Singles
Darcy Graves vs. Morganna Bilson
The momentum shifted back and forth as Darcy attempted a series of German suplexes, chaining together three brutal tosses, each one sending Morganna crashing to the mat with precision. But Morganna, ever the powerhouse, absorbed the punishment and retaliated with a sudden shoulder tackle that sent Darcy reeling into the corner. Morganna followed up with a crushing big boot, pinning Darcy against the turnbuckle. As Darcy slumped, Morganna looked to hit a high-impact move, setting her up for a superplex from the top rope. However, Darcy fought back with desperate elbows, finally managing to knock Morganna off balance and send her crashing to the canvas. Darcy took advantage, leaping off with a missile dropkick that connected cleanly with Morganna's chest, sending the crowd into a frenzy.
The match grew even more intense as fatigue set in, but neither woman showed signs of slowing down. Morganna, channeling her power, caught Darcy off guard with a devastating Camp Blood— a sitdown piledriver that spiked Darcy straight into the mat. Morganna immediately transitioned into the Nightmares Are Real, wrenching Darcy's arms back and bending her into a torturous position. For a moment, it seemed like Darcy might tap out, but she dug deep, using her legs to inch toward the ropes and force a break. Morganna, frustrated, lifted Darcy to her feet and attempted to finish her with "Greetings From Bourbon Street," her signature double underhook powerbomb. However, Darcy managed to twist out of it mid-lift, landing behind Morganna before dropping her with a thunderous bridging dragon suplex.
As both competitors struggled to their feet, Darcy knew she had to strike fast. She hit Morganna with Waking the Dead—a running single-leg high knee that sent Morganna sprawling. Sensing the end was near, Darcy climbed to the top rope, took a deep breath, and launched herself with her finishing move—the Grave Digger. The impact was brutal, flattening Morganna in the center of the ring. Darcy immediately hooked the leg for the pin. The referee slid into position, and the crowd counted along as the ref's hand slapped the mat.
ONE…!
TWO…!
THREE…!!
TWO…!
THREE…!!
Winner: Darcy Graves
Result: Pinfall (Grave Digger)
Result: Pinfall (Grave Digger)
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David Striker: Some say that patience is a virtue, others say that it is a curse… but in the paths that the Phantom Troupe travel, it is simply a means to an end because at the end of patience, comes Chaos and that is where my Troupe both lives and thrives…unlike with you two, Wesley and Romeo. Tell me, the both of you, have you ever had the level of patience like my Troupe has? Have you ever fought long and hard for something only to have it ripped from you so casually by those who deem themselves your betters? Have you ever had the patience to gather your rage and learn how to properly harness it…that is what I hope to see tonight as the two of you face off against Dylan and DJ of the Phantom Troupe.
Dylan laughs bitterly at this point.
Dylan Maverick: You know something, all that we ever wanted since we first came here to NFW was to face off against some of the best that our industry has to offer. Instead we’re overlooked and constantly belittled for whatever lame reasons are given to us and we’re fine with that because unlike some people, like those nuggets in the Sedition, we know what it means to earn your place and your stripes. Hell most of us have been doing that since day one of our careers and that ain’t gonna change…but tonight, against Efficiency…that’s going to be the first step on a very bloody path that’s going to take right up to the Kerrys’ front door and those tag team championships, and in the end, all of those people who think that we’re nothing but a bunch of clowns are gonna watch as we walk off with blood and gold to prove them *wrong*!
DJ Hunter: Now Wesley and Romeo, before the two of you think that we’re simply looking past you and towards the tag titles…call them the Alliance, World Tag, US Tag, Campeonatos de Parejas, or whatever…the point of the matter is that the two of you are not a stepping stone but an example because not only are we going to tear through you like a hurricane wind through paper, but we’re also going to elevate you because the only way that you’re going to truly evolve into better wrestlers and became the best fighters in our industry is by fighting the best in this industry. And despite what people say in this company, the “BEST” just happens to truly be *US*, no matter how you slice it…show after show, we put on some of the best damn matches out there, win or lose…and nobody else can say that because nobody else cares about this industry like we do.
David at this point leans forward in his chair, fixing the camera with a dark grin.
David Striker: Tonight, the Phantom Troupe’s patience will be paid in full. So, come for the chaos and stay tuned for the mayhem. And Efficiency, Wesley and Romeo, get ready for the most vicious tilt-a-whirl ride of your young careers.
The screen then static jumps to black.
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Madoka Kawada: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Collision and Trauma General Managers, Jessica Clarkson-Morian and LeeAnn Viskan…and New Frontier Wrestling’s owner and Commissioner…Mr. Steven Brody!
The crowd gives some cheers and applause as Brody raises a mic under in his hand.
Steven Brody: Thank you, Madoka. Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Good to see you all in person again! Hopefully, you’re enjoying tonight’s show so far. Now, earlier this week, we concluded this year’s Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament. It was a great success on behalf of these two ladies in the ring with me, as well as the hard working men and women on the roster. I’d like to take a moment now to bring out two such members of the roster who left it all out in the ring that night. Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in welcoming…the NFW Alliance Champions. Abigail Lindsay and Jasmine Matthews…The Kingdom!
"Black Sheep" by Dorothy plays. The revving of a motorcycle can also be heard. Driving down to the ring on a black motorcycle are Jasmine and Abigail, both wearing their respective motorcycle helmets. Abi stops short of the ring. Both women remove their helmets. They bring with them in the ring their newly won NFW Alliance Championships. They present them to the crowd who give The Kingdom a loud standing ovation. Chants of “you deserve it” echo in the arena. They approach Brody. Black Sheep stops.
With The Kingdom now in the ring, Brody raises the mic and continues.
Steven Brody: Ladies, welcome. Thank you for everything you do and all of your hard work. Most of all, congratulations on becoming the new Alliance Champions. Now, with that being said, my General Managers and I have been having some discussion on the future of the division and while the Alliance Division is young…we’ll be honest, it hasn’t shaped out like we hoped it would. However, the two of you worked hard to get where you are and you put on one hell of a match against two members of The Kerry Family to call yourselves champions. While we’re not going to take that away from you, we are gonna politely ask that you hand those championships over. So ladies, if you would please.
Brody steps back and out of the way as the two General Managers step in while the confused Alliance Champions look at each other. With some hesitation in their movements, they look down at the Alliance titles in their hands. Titles that they fought so hard to obtain. There’s an unmistakable sense of irritation as they hand the belts over to GMs Morian and Viskan. The two GMs calmly take the titles, fold them in and tuck them under their arms as Brody steps back up to the pedestal and looks at The Kingdom.
Steven Brody: Now, as I said, we’re not going to take the reward of your efforts away. You worked your way up to becoming champions. You fought on Tuesday night to call yourselves champions. You ARE champions. With that being said, it is my distinct honor and privilege to present you…with these…
Brody pulls the cloth off of the pedestal and Chicago goes wild as the camera pans in.
Steven Brody: Abigail Lindsay. Jasmine Matthews. With the return of these belts, you will now be recognized as the new…NFW World Tag Team Champions.
One by one, Steven Brody picks up one of the belts and hands them each to Lindsay and Matthews.
Steven Brody: Let’s hear it for them!
He sets the microphone down and leads the GMs and audience in applause as The Kingdom adjust the belts over their shoulders, beaming with pride.
Abigail Lindsay: ADRIAN... WE DID IT!!
The crowd cheers at the Rocky reference. Jasmine can be seen smiling as Abigail holds her half of the NFW World Tag Team Championships. She places the championship on her shoulder.
Abigail Lindsay: By the way, about time the tag titles get the WORLD designation. Small thing, I know. As a former NFW Tag Team Champion during the first era of these belts, branding is important. Anywho. For the longest time I felt like I let The Kingdom down. Often wondered about my place in this wild and crazy family of ours. Didn’t know my place. Wasn’t exactly belt collecting, ya know. I kinda, sorta left here for a cup of coffee. Here I am, standing next to muh Queen.
Abigail nods to Jasmine.
Abigail Lindsay: ... as part of the NFW WORLD Tag Team Champions. There is a lot I could say. Let's not be silly. We all know how these celebrations go. There is at least some --to quote Morgan-- jagoff in the back who can’t wait to call their shot. So, which one of you jagoffs want to tell us why you deserve a shot at us! Come on. Don’t have all day.
Abigail taps her wrist anticipating someone to come out however before they can Jasmine holds up a hand and Abigail glances over curious as the Queen raises her hand for quiet. For a moment she simply stands there in complete and utter silence but finally she holds out her hand for the mic and Abigail hands it over with a little grin.
Jasmine Matthews: “Hello, all my children and welcome to the number one whole entertainment and religious destination in all of wrestling media.”
For a moment, everyone, including Brody himself seemed confused and then Jasmine made a face and looked over at her soon to be wife.
Jasmine Matthews: “No, but seriously, Can you imagine bitch? AnYWHO!”
Jasmine snaps her head around, whipping her hair around her face and raising the mic again.
Jasmine Matthews: “It is I….everyone’s favorite walking media censor….JAASSSSSMINE! How we doin folks? We feelin good and sexy tonight?”
Jasmine glances over at Abigail.
Jasmine Matthews: “I know I am, girl, that celebration? GIRL! I’m telling you, I’m surprised I can walk to….”
Jasmine glances at the camera and flashes that smirk as Abigail laughs.
Jasmine Matthews: “ANYWHO! What was I saying?”
Abigail Lindsay: “....Feeling sexy?”
Jasmine Matthews: “Oh. Right. Before all of you start climbing over yourselves for the pleasure of deciding who has the right to step into the ring with us I just wanted to remind you….don’t do what the Kerry Family did. Don’t talk about how the Kingdom is falling off. Don’t talk about how much better you are.
In fact I would recommend that most of you don’t say anything at all. Especially people like Azurine….girl, take the fuckin marbles out yo mouth for fuck sakes. I haven’t heard so much garbled speech since christmas eve 22….”
Abigail Lindsay: “JASMINE!”
But of course Abigail was laughing. Brody stood in the background with his eyes wide and just waiting for what this woman could say next. Jasmine flashed another one of those unapologetic grins and shrugged.
Jasmine Matthews: “That’s a story for another night. Pay Per View I’m thinking Mr. Brody. You could sell tickets. Anyway….just….don’t take that tact everyone. In fact, I think you might be better just remembering the golden rule.”
Jasmine glanced around to see confusion on the faces of everyone around her.
Jasmine Matthews: “You don’t know the golden rule? No? Well, then let me enlighten you. BEHOLD. THE. KINGDOM!”
"AIN'T NOTHIN' BUT A GANGSTA PARTY"
At that point, the opening of “2 Of Amerikaz Most Wanted” begins to play, signaling the arrival of EFFICIENCY (all caps). “Big Bag” Romeo Travar and “Low Key” Wesley Carlo walk out with two smug grins on their faces. As their theme music fades out and they stand at the top of the ramp, Romeo looks at Wesley, before looking back at the ring and beginning to talk into the microphone.
Romeo Travar: Tell me you ain’t hearin’ this shit too, Wes. These two broads flappin’ they gums but ain’t neither of them got a damn thing worth sayin’.
He says, pointing towards the champs in the ring as the pair begin to walk down the ramp.
Romeo Travar: Honestly though, how can the two of them be talkin’ all this talk when ain’t either one of them earned the time or place to be doin’ it. Like lemme ask you somethin’, Wes.
At this point, the two of them are halfway down the ramp.
Romeo Travar: Who in the fuck would actually want the two of them representing a division they ain’t done fuck all for?
Wesley chuckles.
Wesley Carlo: Honestly though, Rome. Like, we got one person who’s washed, and another who can’t do shit but ride her coattails. Yet, we supposed to believe they the peak of a tag team division they been in for…
Wesley checks his watch.
Wesley Carlo: ...five minutes? Nah, fam. That ain’t how it work around here, my boy.
Romeo Travar: That’s exactly it! They wanna act like they the be all and end all when they ain’t prove SHIT. When you got people like me and Wes, we BEEN puttin’ in the work. We BEEN showin’ everyone why we should be put at the front of the line, and why those two belts you two got on ya shoulders are just temporarily yours. The previous champs were duckin’ us like the plague.
The pair continue to walk down the ramp, eventually reaching the side of the ring before hopping up on the ring apron.
Romeo Travar: And we’re sick of bein’ put at the back of the queue. We’re OWED those belts. They deserve some better holders than some glorified housewife and side hoe number seven.
Wesley Carlo: So to keep it short, cause I know long words scare you: Behold my black ass and put my fries in the bag. EFFICIENCY got next. Believe that.
Max Walker: OH NAH! To HELL with that!
The familiar voice coming out of the PA System is soon joined by the appearance on the stage of The Carlton Crew! Max Walker is dressed in his latest loud Hawaiin shirt and board shorts, a microphone already in hand as he starts making his way down the ramp. Barry MacKenzie is a step behind him, eyes on the ring and watching all four of EFFICIENCY and The Kingdom. Max only gives it a moment longer before he speaks again, ignoring the jeers from the Coliseum.
Max Walker: What do you boys think you got next? The next ass-kicking by the Tag Team with the MOST momentum in NFW? Cause you boys trying jumping us in line, and I’ll give you one fair warning right now….
By now Max has reached the ring, stopping just at the bottom of the steps and staring in at Wesley and Romeo. Max pauses for a moment and glances around before he turns to look at Barry, and then steps behind his big friend, patting him on the back.
Max Walker: Barry here is a hard man to jump over. I can try and golf him back, but oh boy….you fellas don't like what Barry does to you. Ain’t that right, Mister Mac?
MacKenzie doesn’t react at all, instead just staring into the ring, before Max nudges him towards the steps, and Barry climbs up them, sitting on the middle rope and letting Max inside the ring. Max waits for Barry to stand up inside the ring, before he starts speaking again.
Max Walker: Reality is, Fellas. If ANYONE deserves a chance to end this little charade that is The Kingdom as Tag Team Champions it is US! The Carlton Crew! Just the other nightt we put DOWN Two Broken Chickens, and now we’re coming to make damn sure that we get the next shot. Tuesday, on our pure skill and ability ALONE we took down a team that has already scaled the mountain. Now, admittedly, they're on the downward slope in terms of talent, but WE still put them down, and WE deserve the next shot! Ain’t that right, Barry?
Max turns to Barry who is looking towards Jasmine and Abigail, eyes glinting as he sees that gold. But before Max can talk again, another voice cuts him off.
Jane Harper: Yo, yo yo yo yo, hold up just a damn minute here. We ain’t havin no talk about tag team titles without the 2BC, bitches!
The crowd can’t help but cheer as Jane Harper comes out, dressed in her white tank top, cargo pants, and Timberland boots with Chiaki Sanada behind her in her baggy sweatshirt and jeans.
Jane Harper: Now, you two jackasses wanna talk about tag teams and deservin a shot at those belts? You’re lookin at two bitches that are the very definition of deservin a shot at that shit. We’re two of the toughest bitches on this god damn roster. Only way people be beatin us is by cheatin. We all saw what happened Tuesday and pretty much every single fuckin time before that with those two little ass bitches that kiss the scrawny ass of the goblin queen herself.
Chiaki Sanada: AYY! FUGU-CHAN!
Jane stares right at the Carlton Crew as her and Chiaki step into the ring finally, the muscle of the team getting right up into the two men’s faces.
Jane Harper: Because at the end of the day, you both know straight up, ain’t no damn way you two punk ass bitches beat us. So if they wanna try and claim they deserve a shot, then so do we.
Ironically, between the two men, it’s Barry MacKenzie that Chi Chi decides to bow up to, bumping right into his belly like she’s trying to square up. Jane does a double take and physically grabs her by the shoulder, swapping positions so that she’s in front of Barry and Chi Chi’s in front of Max Walker. Chi Chi gives a sweep around the ring at The Kingdom and EFFICIENCY then.
Chiaki Sanada: Ayy Chi-town! Whassuh! Chanpion no tatakai o dare ni mitaidesu ka?! Korera ni?
Her free hand gestures out towards EFFICIENCY and she gauges the crowd’s reaction before pointing towards the Carlton Crew.
Chiaki Sanada: Korera meinu?
The looks around at the crowd again. This time Jane almost breaks into laughter before Chi Chi steps back and motions between herself and her partner.
Chiaki Sanada: Soretomo...2! B! C!
She exchanges glances with Jane before briefly looking at The Kingdom and EFFICIENCY before she turns and tosses her microphone, thumping Max Walker in the chest with it and throws up two middle fingers in his and Barry MacKenzie’s direction.
Things look to be heating up amongst the four teams when Steven Brody finally raises his mic and steps into the middle of the entire group.
Steven Brody: Alright, now. Ladies…and gentlemen. I can see how passionate all of you are, and I won’t argue against any of your claims. I’m sure neither of your General Managers will, either. In fact, I can say it’s all given us something to take into consideration. That being said, though, if you all would please let’s vacate the ring. We do have the rest of the show to put on.
Brody politely motions towards the ropes as the four teams all look amongst each other, until LeeAnn Viskan calls loud enough for the camera to pick up.
LeeAnn Viskan: That means get the fuck out of my ring!
There’s some murmuring from the crowd as EFFICIENCY and The Carlton Crew all size up the champions, before looking each other over. EFFICIENCY starts to disperse while The Carlton Crew staredown 2BC until Brody gestures in between them. The Crew step out next, followed by 2BC. Steven Brody, Jessica Morian and LeeAnn Viskan all step out with the newly crowned champions moving in behind them to follow them out. Nobody out of the mass seems to notice a commotion from the crowd as two men come hopping over the barricade and sliding into the ring.
Seth Ernst: Hey, wait a minute!
Lucas Knox: Who in the world?!
Miranda Augustino: What the hell?! That’s—
Before anyone can get a real reaction out, Jacob Kuntz and Crackhead Jenkins run up behind Jasmine Matthews and Abigail Lindsay, nailing them across the backs with the Sinister Tag Team Championships! The Kingdom goes down as Kuntz and Jenkins begin stomping away and laying in a ground and pound on the NFW Tag Team Champions and Chicago’s in an uproar!
Miranda Augustino: Y’all, those are the Back Alley Blondes, from Slaughterhouse!
Seth Ernst: They’ll be The Kingdom’s opponents at Funeral Derangements, October 31st!
Lucas Knox: Seems they don’t wanna wait for Halloween!
Jenkins grabs Lindsay and drags her to her feet, yelling to get his partner’s attention. Kuntz hops to his feet and winds up, rushing across the ring and delivers a ”Deadly Innocent Drive” (Bicycle Kick) to Abigail Lindsay, sending her out of Jenkins’ grip and through the ropes to the floor! Matthews picks herself up to her feet and rushes Jenkins, catching him with the ”Ice Cold” (Running Pump Kick) which knocks him into the ropes but she’s immediately spun around after and kicked low by Kuntzy who locks her up and plants her into the mat with ”In The CrawlSpace” (Pumphandle Death Valley Driver)!
Seth Ernst: Somebody stop this! Where the hell are security?!
Kuntzy helps Jenkins up and gives him a slap in the face to wake him up and points to a corner before moving to another. Both men climb up. Jenkins dives off first, coming down onto Matthews with ”The Needle” (Coup De Grace) and immediately rolls out of the way as Kuntzy dives back off the turnbuckle for ”Hep B” (Terry Funk Moonsault}! Matthews curls up in pain and rolls to the floor, leaving The Back Alley Blondes in the ring alone. They grab up their Sinister Tag Team belts and kick the NFW Tag belts out of the ring. Kuntzy and Jenkins raise their belts and taunt the other three teams. Jenkins leans over the ropes, coaxing any of them to come get some. Kuntzy sticks a hand down the front of his trunks and pulls out a middle finger, smiling as if he just did a magic trick. Brody, Morian and Viskan all stand to keep the any of the three teams from making a move as they urge security towards the ring. Half a dozen guards rush the ring and the Back Alley Blondes make a swift escape, jumping over the railing and taking off through the crowd, their damage done.
Lucas Knox: I think the battle lines have been drawn between The NFW and Sinister Tag Team Champions!
Miranda Augustino: You don’t fucking say, Lucas?!
The show fades to an ad break as The Kingdom pick themselves up and retrieve their championships, while checking on each other.
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Match #2/Singles
Ehan Cement The Talented One vs. ? ? ? ?
The show returns from the ad break where the crowd is, once again, booing the roof off of the place. This time, it’s for a new presence standing in the middle of the ring. Ehan Cement, The Talented One.Seth Ernst: Welcome to NFW Trauma, if you’re just joining us, ladies and gentlemen.
Miranda Augustino: I feel bad for the people that are, right now. What the hell is this pendejo doing out here?
Lucas Knox: Well, you remember he did put out an open challenge.
Miranda Augustino: I’m sorry, he did what?
Lucas Knox: An open challenge. He–
Ehan Cement, The Talented One: SILENCE!
Ehan Cement shouts into the mic, only causing the fans to boo louder which steams him off even more.
Ehan Cement, The Talented One: You Chicago filth, shut up when I’m talking!
The camera cuts briefly to the commentary table. Seth Ernst and Lucas Knox are trying to listen and stay impartial. Miranda Augustino has her face buried into her hand.
Ehan Cement, The Talented One: Now…I’ve seen a lot of talk going on concerning the new NFW Perseverance Champion. The man that calls himself, “The Devilish Rogue.” Jason Shade, let me tell you something! You think you can just walk into the New Frontier and try to steal the thunder from the greatest, underappreciated talent this industry has ever seen? I call bullshit! Any wrestler, man or woman, should feel privileged to step into the ring with Ehan Cement, The Talented One! The ONLY one who has any real talent in this era! So, that’s why it behooves me show my generosity as the one, true GOAT of professional wrestling! Now, earlier this week I asked, no, I DEMANDED that Gwen up in the HQ office pass a little message along. Thankfully that dumb cow got one thing right.
Cement is cut off by more boos from the audience.
Lucas Knox: Well, that’s not very nice! Gwen’s one of the nicest people ever!
Miranda Augustino: Can someone please, kick his fucking ass?
Ehan Cement, The Talented One: Yeah, I know. You wanna see me get my ass kicked, huh? I can see it all on your faces, and I heard that Miranda!
Cement points to the table and Miranda Augustino just throws him the finger, right there in the open.
Ehan Cement, The Talented One: So, that brings me to now. I’ve come out here to see if any young and upcoming talent has the guts to step into the ring with greatness! I wanna see if anyone has the guts to step into the ring with the GOAT! I wanna know who has the guts to test their mettle against The Talented One!
He throws the mic out of the ring and opens out his arms, looking up above him like a man asking the powers above to send someone his way.
Seth Ernst: Well, I guess we’ll see if anyone answers the challenge.
Miranda Augustino: Maybe he’ll get struck by lightning.
Lucas Knox: We’re in an enclosed building, Miranda.
Miranda Augustino: Stranger things have happened, Lucas!
Lucas Knox: Wait, what the?!
Miranda Augustino: AYO?!
Seth Ernst: Well, anyone who pays attention to the up and coming scene oughta recognize this young lady! This Aimihan Divata! Cousin to NFW’s own Zara Divata!
Ehan Cement’s arms slowly lower and he turns his head towards the stage with a puzzled look on his face. As Aimihan Divata's theme music, "Fight Song" by Rachel Platten, begins to play, the arena goes dark. A few moments later, a pale red spotlight flickers on in the back, revealing Aimihan and Tala standing on the entrance ramp. She is all smiles, her eyes sparkling with excitement as Tala just looks around the arena at the fans with indifference. Aimihan begins to make her way down the ramp, and as she does, a pale blue spotlight follows her, Tala trailing just slightly behind. The crowd erupts in cheers as she waves and blows kisses to everyone, and Aimihan high-fives the fans who are close enough to reach, stopping to hug a few kids. When Aimihan finally reaches the ring, she takes a moment to pose for the crowd while Tala remains ringside. She then climbs into the ring and gets ready for her match. But even as she is getting ready to fight, she can't help but smile and interact with the fans.
As the music fades out and the referee administers the foreign objects check on both athletes, Ehan Cement shakes his head in disbelief at Aimihan Divata, asking “just who in the hell are you?” Divata just smiles, waves and offers her hand out for a shake. Ehan Cement looks down at the hand, back up at her and SLAPS her hand away, causing a boo from the crowd. Divata looks shocked and a little upset as she looks outside the ring to her manager, Tala, who just stares daggers up at Cement as she shakes her head. She starts to coach Aimihan Divata on not letting it get to her as the referee calls for the bell.
ONE
TWO
THREE!
TWO
THREE!
Lucas Knox: Well, Miranda! Looks like you got your wish!
Miranda Augustino: Thank god! I like her already!
Seth Ernst: Welcome to the New Frontier, young lady! I think Aimihan Divata’s gonna get along around here just fine.
Winner: Aimihan Divata
Result: Pinfall (Star Dust)
Result: Pinfall (Star Dust)
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Madoka Kawada: Making her way to the ring being accompanied by Seleana Zdunich born in Detroit Michigan representing Los Angeles, California she is “The Winter Rose” Crystal Zdunich!!!
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
I can hear you
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
I don't plan on lookin' back on my old life
I don't ever plan to rely on you
Evеn if by chance everything should go wrong
You'd comе anyway and try to save me
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
I can hear you
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
What can I do for you?
I don't plan on lookin' back on my old life
I don't ever plan to rely on you
Evеn if by chance everything should go wrong
You'd comе anyway and try to save me
Crystal walks down the aisle all smiles. She claps the hands of the outstretched fans as she stops and hands her white rose to a special little girl in the audience. She finally makes it to the ring where she does a split to enter the ring. She rises back up and blows kisses to all of the fans that are cheering her on. She bounces about as Seleana claps her hands for her wife. Crystal waves her hands running her hands before she calls for a microphone. Before she can even speak that is when the crowd begins to chant her name loudly.
Crowd: CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL!
CRYSTAL!
Crystal Hilton: Honestly from the bottom of my heart I want to say thank you. Thank you for all of the wonderful chants. You really know how to make a girl feel welcomed and like a winner. Although to be honest I really don’t feel like a winner. Yes I know I should be feeling awesome right now. I made it all the way to winning Block B. I made it to the finals and put up a hell of a performance against Jordan Majors. I showed heart and have nothing to be ashamed of. I have to be honest though. No matter what anybody says I feel like a loser. After the results of the finals I know I did the honorable thing. I gave Jordan Majors a handshake in the middle of the ring because she was the better woman on that night but I went back to my hotel room and I cried myself into a pillow. The emotions overwhelmed me and it’s because it sucks to come some far to get so close and to not get the job done. I know Jordan mentioned that I wouldn’t understand the frustration and hurt she felt of making it to the finals last year just to not make it over the hump and that this was a story one year in the making but for me it was more than just being in the tournament. My story has been three years in the making. I have dealt with disappointment in this company for the last three years. Only near the end of last year was I able to finally pull things together. Only by the end of last year was I able to get over the hump of Lana Corvin, and only then was I able to win the US championship.
Crystal paces around as she lets tears run down her cheek. She looks deeper into the camera, and the crowd cheers her on but she immediately cuts them off.
Crystal Hilton: It’s been a three year journey. Lana was honestly the only major feud that I ever won in this company and then came the title defenses afterwards. That in itself was a journey. Since losing the title I didn’t do well in my quest to win the Genesis Championship. I didn’t do good in my first match against Harlow. I just showed mediocrity and that hurts. Somewhere in the back of my mind I was hoping that lightning could strike within the VBMT. I was hoping that I could win the entire tournament and that I could once against find my way into Wrestle War and taking yet another title away from Lana Corvin but that just wasn’t the case. Jordan gets her happy ending and I got left to cry and get over emotional that things didn’t go the way I had envisioned it…
More tears flow from her eyes as she paces around and continues to share her heart.
Crystal Hilton: However that isn’t what hurt the most. I respect Jordan and she deserves to have her happy ending but what really cut me deep is the reality that I don’t have what she has. I think that’s why I broke down the most. I don’t have friends. When she won she had her entire band of Queens of Chaos come out there and support her. Even my own wife Diamond was out there cheering her on. Her best friend Jessi gave her the respect and it was a great moment all around. I know it sounds silly for the girl “Crystal Hilton” to get so wrapped up in emotions because that’s not something you expect from her but tonight I stand before you as Christina Caldwell-Zdunich. I am the woman that’s behind the wrestler and it hurts that Diamond is on the other brand. Yeah Seleana might manage me but she is wrestling in a different company. I don’t have that network of friends to push me on. My real true friend Zoey Madigan isn’t around anymore, and I appreciate her seeing something in me and taking a chance on me to be part of the Angels all of those years ago. Stacy Marie Jones the woman who introduced me to my now wife Seleana wants nothing to do with me because of the domestic disputes I caused with Seleana a few years ago. I know I am the reason for my world self-destructing and I am the one to blame for everything that has ever happened to me. Whether it’s the cause for Diamond Caldwell to walk out on me on numerous occasions, Seleana not knowing want to do, and for people to scream free Seleana, free Diamond…
She pauses as she continues to speak.
Crystal Hilton: But for the first time in my life I feel vulnerable. I am not hiding behind the Hollywood bullshit and trying to use my Hollywood actressing skills. This is the woman behind it all. The vulnerable girl who just wants what others have, I want that feel girl moment. To be honest Seleana is the longest marriage that I have been part of and I really don’t know what to do. I don’t deserve any of this. Maybe a woman like me doesn’t deserve what Jordan has and has that network surrounding her. Every night everybody hears “Real Emotion” as I come down to the ring and that’s because my favorite video game character aside from Mega man is Yuna from Final Fantasy X. She went by as trying to be the woman to deal the final blow to Sin and she had a huge supporter named Tidus by her side. She later finds out that Tidus was only a dream, something or someone that wasn’t real, and she spends X-2 trying to do everything in her power to bring him back.
Crystal looks around at the crowd.
Crystal Hilton: I don’t want this success to be just a dream. That’s why I always poured everything into wrestling and wrestling and accomplishments is where I found that comfort, but I want what Jordan has. I want that network and most importantly I want to be top champion again. I am not going to stop and I will continue to grind until I get to the top. Crystal Hilton may have found but Christina Caldwell-Zdunich will find her way there. As long as I have all of you pushing me onward I will get there. Trauma brace yourselves because this story isn’t done yet. This will not be a dream, it will be a reality and the Rose will be in full blown… Love you all
With that crystal tosses the microphone to the side as she exits the ring. She hugs Seleana tightly as the crowd cheers her on.
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Match #3/Tag Team
EFFICIENCY vs. The Phantom Troupe
Romeo Travar managed to get the hot tag and turned the tide. He came in like a freight train, flooring DJ with a massive Big Boot and immediately followed up with his signature Check Out Time, a vicious spear that caught DJ by surprise. The crowd popped as DJ crumpled to the mat, but before Romeo could capitalize, Dylan jumped in, trying to even the odds. Dylan connected with a quick Morningstar suicide dive spear, taking both himself and Romeo out of the ring. With the two powerhouses brawling on the outside, Wesley managed to recover in the ring. He nailed DJ with a crisp springboard forearm, stunning him just long enough for Romeo to get back in the ring. They hit a picture-perfect double dropkick on DJ, showing off their chemistry and precision as a tag team.
But The Phantom Troupe wasn’t done yet. Dylan and DJ regrouped, hitting Wesley with their patented Mercy Chair—Dylan lifted Wesley into a bearhug, and DJ springboarded in with a brutal enzuigiri to the side of Wesley’s head. Wesley staggered, clearly dazed, but EFFICIENCY refused to go down. Romeo rushed back into the ring, catching DJ off-guard with a Feast Your Eyes knee strike. The Phantom Troupe quickly retaliated, using their superior speed to hit Click, Click, BOOM! on Romeo—DJ's double knee backbreaker following Dylan’s powerbomb brought the crowd to their feet as Romeo was pinned.
ONE…!
TWO…!
THR–!!
TWO…!
THR–!!
However, Romeo shockingly kicked out, his resilience keeping EFFICIENCY in the match! In the final moments, EFFICIENCY found an opening. After Dylan missed his attempt at a Sharknado discus forearm, Romeo hoisted him onto the top rope. Wesley quickly climbed the opposite corner and delivered HOPS, launching halfway across the ring with insane height. With Dylan dazed, Romeo set him up for their devastating finisher. They nailed California Love, with Romeo hitting a top rope-hung cutter and Wesley following with a top rope curb stomp, driving Dylan’s head into the mat. Wesley quickly pinned Dylan, and the referee slid to the mat for the count.
ONE…!
TWO…!
THREE…!!
TWO…!
THREE…!!
Seth Ernst: Well, Romeo Travar and Wes Carlo wanted to make a statement to the champions, they just did so!
Miranda Augustino: You think they heard what David Striker said earlier tonight?
Lucas Knox: At this point, whether they did or not isn’t much of a matter. These two have got their eyes on those Tag Team Championships and they’re coming to collect!
Winner: EFFICIENCY
Result: Pinfall (California Love)
Result: Pinfall (California Love)
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Match #4/Singles
Miguel Ortiz vs. Super Tiger II
As the match progressed, both wrestlers showcased their resilience and technical prowess. Super Tiger II, showing off her striking ability, fired a roundhouse kick that clipped Miguel in the head, sending him stumbling into the corner. She followed up with her signature Meteor Crash, the running hip attack connecting solidly as she drove her hips into his face, grinding him into the turnbuckle. The crowd erupted, but Miguel was far from done. He exploded out of the corner with a huge lariat that turned Super Tiger inside out. With her dazed on the mat, Miguel climbed the ropes for a diving senton, but Super Tiger rolled away, springing back to her feet. Before Miguel could react, she delivered a flawless hurricanrana, spiking him headfirst into the mat, quickly pinning him as the referee slid to the mat.
ONE…!
TWO…!
THRE–!!
TWO…!
THRE–!!
Both wrestlers were running on fumes, trading hard-hitting moves in a battle for supremacy. Super Tiger II connected with her Yoi Yoi Double Yoi, a vicious chop to Miguel’s chest, sending him into the corner, where she followed with a brutal basement dropkick. Sensing her moment, she ascended the ropes, preparing to finish it with her Down to Earth shooting star senton. But as she flew through the air, Miguel rolled out of the way, and Super Tiger crashed to the mat hard, the impact knocking the wind out of her. Miguel pounced, lifting her for his signature half-nelson suplex, the ring rattling as she hit the canvas. He covered her, and the referee slid to the mat once more.
ONE…!
TWO…!
THR–!!
TWO…!
THR–!!
Super Tiger kicked out, barely staying alive in the match! Miguel, growing frustrated, stalked her as she crawled to her feet. As soon as she stood, he grabbed her arm and twisted it, wrenching her down to the mat in a Fujiwara armbar. Super Tiger screamed in pain, her face contorted under her mask as she desperately clawed for the ropes. The crowd, surprisingly, found themselves rallying behind her, urging her to hold on, but Miguel’s grip was ironclad. He torqued her arm at a vicious angle, a smirk on his face as he did. Despite her best efforts, the pain was too much. After a valiant struggle, Super Tiger II was forced to tap out, leaving Ortiz to claim victory by submission.
After the bell, Miguel refused to release the armbar, wrenching Super Tiger's shoulder even harder as she cried out in agony. The referee pleaded with him, but Miguel was relentless, determined to inflict more punishment. Just when it seemed like he might seriously injure her, Otto Nova sprinted down the ramp. Otto slid into the ring, launching himself at Miguel with a diving forearm that sent him sprawling. Miguel quickly rolled out of the ring, glaring back at Otto and Super Tiger II, but the damage was done. Otto knelt by Super Tiger II to check on her and help her up, but Miguel's smirk promised that this was far from over.
Seth Ernst: Well, that could have been worse than it was, ladies and gentlemen but thanks to Otto Nova, it wasn’t!
Winner: Miguel Ortiz
Result: Submission (Fujiwara Armbar)
Result: Submission (Fujiwara Armbar)
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Main Event/Singles
Travis Levitt vs. Rowena Byrne
Coming back to his sends, he grips Rowena by the side and hurls her back to the mat. She rolls like a wild animal, landing in a crouch and sizing Travis up.
Rowena again leaps at Travis but he handily catches her, bringing the smaller woman to the mat with a tilt-a-whirl slam. Rowena hits the mat but hits a palm strike in Travis’s chest, forcing him away.
The tiny murder sprite kicks up, looking feral and hungry. Travis decides to take away her chances to jump on him again and closes the gap, locking up to her and backing her in a corner. He delivers a knife-edge chop that cracks through the arena. Despite her size, Rowena takes it and looks like she’s almost daring him to try again.
So he does. This chop is even louder and forces a full body shudder. Still, Rowena laughs and dares him to really try to hurt her. Travis hauls back and throws a punch right at Rowena’s chest. She drops to the mat, letting Levitt punch the ring post instead. Travis stumbles backwards, howling in pain as he clutches his hand.
Rowena jumps up and runs at him again, leaping across his shoulders and delivering a Frankensteiner. Travis lands flat on his back but Rowena gets up and yanks his head up by the ears. Lifting her legs, she drops all of her weight on Travis’s throat. Levitt gags as she grabs his legs and pulls them up for a pin.
One…
T–
T–
No dice for Rowena, however, as Travis tosses her off of him and rolls over. He gets on all fours, but Byrne is jumps on his back and grabs two fistfuls of hair. Travis doesn’t let her stay long, though, as he stands up and falls backwards, crushing Rowena to the mat. The smaller fighter splays out as Travis rolls off of her.
He bends down and pulls Rowena up. Bending her forward and hooking her arms into his, Travis puts Rowena through a Tiger Bomb that plants her firmly. He drops for a pin, but she rolls before he can land, continuing until she gets to the ropes. Travis gets up and starts to close in, but the referee steps between them and points out she is holding the ropes. Travis seems flustered and starts to pace.
Steadying herself, Rowena leaves the cables’ safety and begins to circle around Travis, looking for a weakness. She darts at him and he attempts a clothesline. She rolls under it, popping up to deliver an enzuguiri to the back of his head. Travis drops to his knees. Rowena follows the kick by throwing herself to the ropes, returning with a dropkick to Travis’s mat and launches him forward, face first.
As soon as he hits, Rowena races up the closest set of turnbuckles and launches an elbow drop for him. Unfortunately for her, Travis rolls and lets her drive her elbow into plywood.
Rowena stumbles to her feet only to get a running forearm smash to the face that sends her back to the ropes. She hits them and falters forwards right into a gut kick. Stunned, she is defenseless as Travis yanks her into a headlock and sends her over in a snap suplex. Rowena crashes and fumbles to get away.
As she does, Travis steps back and crouches. The second she’s up and facing him, he rushes at her and delivers his Resurrection Kick to her jaw. Rowena goes down like a ton of bricks and he drapes across her for a cover.
One…
Two…
THREE!
Two…
THREE!
Madoka Kawada: Your winner by pinfall… TRAVIS LEVITT!
Travis pushes off Rowena and raises his arms in triumph. Rowena begins arguing that the count was fast and she absolutely bucked free before the count, but the official is having none of it.
Lucas Knox: Rowena Byrne’s disagreeing with the referee’s count.
Seth Ernst: She can argue all she wants, but the ref’s call is final.
Seeing Travis parade around proudly, Rowena’s temper flares and she decides to live up to her nickname of Pretty Little Murder Machine. She runs up behind Travis and jumps onto his back, delivering a lungblower. Levitt drops to the mat and Rowena wastes no time kicking at him. She hauls back to deliver another kick when the arena suddenly fills with the familiar voice of Ozzy Osbourne belting out “God is Dead?” from Black Sabbath.
Lucas Knox: WAIT A MINUTE!
Seth Ernst: That music!!!!
Rowena looks up the ramp and sees, marching to the ring, none other than Damon Cross. She hesitates, weighing her options. Realizing she won’t have any of a less of a loss whether or not she tangles with both Cross and Levitt, Rowena sends a final stomp into Travis’s shoulder before rushing Cross as he enters the ring and starts stomping away as he pushes through to get to his feet. Rowena switches her offense to right hand shots and Cross starts to fire right back at her as the Colosseum crowd jumps out of their seats! Cross rocks Byrne with a big right hand and whips her off the ropes, scooping her off her feet as she runs back into him and looks for ”Weight Of The World” (Omega Driver) but Byrne manages to slip free and land on her feet, back to back with Cross, giving her a window of opportunity as she drops and rolls out of the ring.
Travis gathers himself to his feet and turns, finding himself face to face with Damon. The two men stare intently at each other, neither betraying their thoughts on the matter. After a few moments, Damon slowly turns and leaves the ring. Travis watches the man leave the arena, thinking about what’s likely to come.
Miranda Augustino: My oh my, what a tangled web we weave!
Lucas Knox: Wonder what this means, all things between these two considered!
Winner: Travis Levitt
Result: Pinfall (Resurrection Kick)
Result: Pinfall (Resurrection Kick)
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