Trauma Episode 17 Chicago, Illinois 5/23/20

NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!

Call the doctor!

Trillion Dollar loser!

The Aviator will rule the Trauma!

Cosplay King owns House Crowley!

Ready Player 1!

King of the F’ing world!

Rock and Roll 4ever!

Erin and Brownwyn can be Devious with me!

Andrew Payne: What’s going on everyone! Welcome to Saturday night Trauma! We are live here in Chicago, Illinois. 2,000 people here at the NFW Collision Center ready for episode 17!

Miranda Augustino:: And we’re just one week away from our next Trauma exclusive event, Manifest Destiny!

Andrew Payne: Manifest Destiny is going to be amazing, but we need to get through tonight first, Mir.

Miranda Augustino: Tonight is going to be off the charts. Papi is in action tonight and there is so much more to come!

Andrew Payne: Chill, Miranda. But enough of us, let’s get to the action!


As the show continued, the scene faded to black as the sounds of Welcome To A New Dawn played and a silhouette figure appeared but the way the man walked and carried himself was a dead giveaway to whom it was. That being Mikhail Reinhardt, a man that had not been seen for a few weeks on Trauma due to being isolated back in his home of Dortmund during the crisis. The night air was cold and crisp, Mikhail took a deep breath in.

Mikhail: NFW, how I have missed you Trauma. My playground, my wasteland, my apocalypse. I made my statements known after the last Collision that one Molly was on and let me say it is not awkward that my so-called friend has not spoken, has not messaged me, has not done shit. I mean after all; you can respond on twitter, but you will not pick up a phone and call back?

Mikhail makes the phone symbol next to his ear as he said that and chuckled a bit. He was almost enjoying this way more then he should have.

Mikhail: You and your clan were impressive in that match, but it seems your head is not there, are you distracted? You seem to be there but not home up there. Like we can see you but that is it, we cannot hear you or feel you cause the soul has evaporated. That is a dangerous game you play, and it is one that is likely to get you killed. Or even worse, back in the ring with a more pissed and determined me.

The lights come on finally and it reveals Mikhail is standing in the middle of Signal Iduna Park, home of his beloved Borussia Dortmund as he smiles.

Mikhail: I will not quit calling you out, I will never quit showing up to Collision and causing fun. Management has already spoken out against what I plan to do and that is fine. Take the shit out my paycheck because there is no one above me, I do not recognize NFW authority as my boss. I only recognize me so if I want to cause a little bit of bother then I will.

Mikhail walked up to the camera and took off his sunglasses as he spoke in a much lower tone then he was used to

Mikhail: Manifest Destiny, Hatchet vs Reinhardt II, you want to shut me up then face me. Otherwise, hang your boots up and retire cause you of no use to me. Welcome to The New Dawn.

Mikhail snaps his fingers and then video package ended as the show continued.
Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….


My Favorite Game by The Cardigans plays as Runa Olsen comes from the back wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope over her ring gear. She heads down the ramp waiving at fans.

Thea Crawford: "making her way to the ring, weighing at 119 pounds, from Oslo, Norway, Dr. Runa Olsen!"

Runa enters the ring and checks the refs pulse before removing her lab coat and stethoscope.

Thea Crawford: Her opponent! From Dortmund, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany! Weighing in at 229 pounds! The Devil...MIKHAIL...REINHARDT!!!

“Anchor” by That Noise fills the arena as Mikhail Reinhardt steps through the curtain. He raises his arms to the crowd, taking in their boos as he lets out a wild roar and starts down the ramp. He moves in an all business like fashion as he climbs onto the apron and steps into the ring, raising his hands again.

~DING DING DING~

As our opening contest begins, we see Runa Olsen trying to bring the fight to Mikhail Reinhardt early, but Reinhardt’s quick to use his size advantage to put Olsen back in her place with a nasty roaring elbow! Reinhardt uses his size and strength to keep Olsen on her feet, blasting her hard with a Concussion roundhouse kick! Olsen staggers, and Reinhardt pulls her in for a quick Dead Level City, but Olsen’s able to overrotate! She tries for her House Call Backstabber, but Reinhardt’s able to quickly counter this into an improvised Samoan Drop! Reinhardt drags Olsen to her feet, but she responds with a stiff kick to the jaw that throws him off! She follows up with a running knee to the jaw that drops Reinhardt to a knee, before following up with a diving lariat! She goes for a cover, but only nets a one and a half count! She tries to pull Reinhardt back to his feet, but he quickly counters into a backdrop driver! He covers her-but only nets a two!

Reinhardt and Runa trade blows back and forth as we approach the middle of the match, with Runa looking to steal back as much of a lead as she can, but Reinhardt keeps her on the run as he takes her down to the ground with a Triangle Armbar! She tries to escape, and eventually manages to get to the ropes, but at a great cost to herself as she does so! Mikhail tries to get a grasp on her, but she counters with a brutal running knee to his head followed up with a snap suplex! He slams hard into the mat, and she rolls through for an armbar of her own, despite him fighting against it! She looks to try and escape, blasting him in the face with kicks as he tries to pull her up while keeping the armbar locked in, and Reinhardt eventually has to go to the ropes to break it! He eats a running knee to the face as he recovers, followed up by the House Call Backstabber for a 2.5 count!

Runa and Reinhardt pull themselves back up as we approach the finish of this match, Runa looking to finally have an advantage once again as she drills Mikail with strike after strike, each one getting him closer to his breaking point, before she gets him into the corner! She pulls him up to the top rope, and climbs up after him, looking for the Prep the OR Spanish Fly! She gets in position, but Reinhardt fights against it, blasting her in the skull with hard strikes before he hauls her up-DEAD LEVEL CITY FROM THE TOP ROPE! Reinhardt rolls Runa over and pins her, scoring the pin, and the win.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Mickhail Reinhardt!

Andrew Payne: What an impressive win for Mickhail tonight, Miranda.

Miranda Augustino: And by the sounds of it, he wants Molly Hatchet again real soon.

Result: Pinfall

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The scene fades in on a black, leather vest, decorated with silver spikes across the shoulders. The vest rests over a bench; on top of it, sits the NFW United States Championship in all its beautiful glory. Clean white leather strap with gold plates that gleam under the locker room light. Of course, there’s the emblem of North America in the center, painted with the colors of the flag as well. The camera pans out and over just a tad and the audience in attendance gives a cheer as the United States Champion herself, Adrianna Salvatore, sits on the bench beside her vest and belt. Her gear for the night: black leather pants that hug her figure, spiked leather wristbands - the usual - with a halter neck top bearing the words “DESTROY EVERYTHING” on the front. At the moment, the champ’s head is down as she laces up her boots. Her head lightly bobs to what sounds like death metal coming from a pair of earbuds. No, actually, we can hear it. It’s definitely death metal. So loud we hear the lyrics of Lamb of God’s “Memento Mori” blasting into Adrianna’s ears.


Within a couple of seconds, more the sound of high heels clicking can be heard as stepping into the scene is none other than the Trillion-Dollar Princess Angel Kash. The fans greet her appearance with boos. The haughty Princess soon spots her tag team partner for the night however, she is on the phone yelling at someone on the other end.

Angel Kash: Look I don’t care what you think? I want the money in the account by Monday I have given you weeks. Well, its called a loan, right? So I expect interest on top of that as stated in the contract. Look you should have thought about that before borrowing money this woe is me stuff about less money coming in isn’t gonna sway me. So Monday you have to make the payment or I continue the collection process understand?

Angel soon rolls her eyes clicking her phone before returning her gaze as she can’t hel but smirk at the United States Champion. As she moves over in a cocky fashion taking the time to sit next to her one leg crossed as she spots the United States title and fluffs her hair in the reflection, before blowing herself a kiss.

Angel Kash: I look good when it comes to gold and wearing it don’t you agree?

Angel says flaunting her expensive gold dress. But she didn’t get a response from her partner. As she then moves to touch the belt rubbing it slightly with her well-manicured hands before quickly moving them away.

Adrianna Salvatore: That one’s free. Touch it again and those gaudy ass nails come off one by one with a pair of pliers.

The Champion doesn’t even look up. She just finishes with one boot before moving onto the other. Still, without so much as affording the Trillion Dollar Princess a single glance, she inquires.

Adrianna Salvatore: That what you’re wearing tonight in our tag match?

Pause. She finishes the next boot a little quicker than the previous as the presence of Angel Kash has her in a sudden mood. Adrianna sits up and looks directly at Kash, resting her hands on her thighs. Sitting down, it’s seen they’re at equal height, but Adrianna has broad biceps about the size of Kash’s neck. She looks Kash over finally with just her eyes, scowling.

Adrianna Salvatore: That what you’re wearing next week when you face me?

Angel rolls her eyes scoffing at her partner.

Angel Kash: No like I’d ruin this dress do you have any idea how much this cost? YOu couldn’t comprehend it no I have ring attire in my private locker room. So don’t worry about me and our match no don’t worry about me. I always have a plan, but what about you wear that in public?

Angel scoffs at the outfit of the current United States Champion.

Angel Kash: But don’t worry I can help you with that later because right now we got more important matters to discuss. This tag team match with Sela and Emile now I know we can win I mean you’re strength, my mind. Sela got lucky the last time she faced me and won’t do so again. Because this isn’t playtime.

Adrianna almost breaks into a laugh but she keeps her composure for the most part and shakes her head.

Adrianna Salvatore: Sela got lucky? No. See. You and I don’t need to talk about anything. That’s your problem, Kash. You only ever wanna talk.

She turns slightly towards Kash on the bench.

Adrianna Salvatore: You talk and talk and talk but you never deliver. You might win a match, but it’s not because you’re so called caliber in the ring. You’re the one who gets lucky with underhanded tactics. Tonight, you wanna earn my respect? Two things.

She points her finger directly at Kash’s mouth, almost touching her lips.

Adrianna Salvatore: Shut this.

Then points to Kash’s forehead, actually tapping it right in the center.

Adrianna Salvatore: And use this. Do that and we’ll win tonight, no problem. Who knows? We get lucky, and you might actually earn a crack at Emelie’s title next because we know how next week is gonna end. You know it. I know it. You just claim different because it makes you feel better.

Adrianna pauses, looking down at the U.S Title in between them before looking back up at Kash, quizzically, even.

Adrianna Salvatore: I have to ask, Angel. Do you even know what you’ve agreed to, next week?

Angel rolled her eyes gave a laugh.

Angel Kash: Oh I do again you don’t think I don’t have the resources to understand and to prepare for it? Then you’re blind. Also, you must of really hurt your head thinking that you still don’t understand do you? It’s not about how you win it’s about winning. I proved that two weeks ago.

Angel smirked before saying.

Angel Kash: You’re right I do know how this will end and so do you. You just have yourself fooled into thinking that it will turn out your way. Which is I am gonna walk out with that United States title and then who knows once I am bored with it I take Emellies.Or I take both who knows? But don’t worry about me using my mind.

Angel says with a smirk pointing to her head.

Angel Kash: That is something I always do, but as far as your respect goes I can get that next week if need be. Because all I am focused on tonight is beating Cosplay freak and our goody-good girl world champion. Which is what needs to be focused on your end as well.

Adrianna lowers her head, shakes it and chuckles before lifting her gaze from the floor to directly at Kash again.

Adrianna Salvatore: You clearly don’t. There’s no way for you to weasel your way into a win next week. There are no ropes for you to use to help your cover. There are no turnbuckles for you to pull the pads off of. You’ll be checked everywhere possible for hidden objects.

Adrianna motions her hand, gesturing over Angel’s body.

Adrianna Salvatore: There are no pinfalls, Kash. The winner is the one who either makes their opponent submit...or knocks them out.

Pause.

Adrianna Salvatore: You can also try to knock them off of the ring mat but…

She looks Angel over and shakes her head in disappointment.

Adrianna Salvatore: I don’t think you have it in you to do either. As for tonight? Don’t worry about me being ready. I always am. In fact, how about you even let me handle the match and you?

Adrianna picks up her vest and the United States Title just as Angel is about to admire herself in the front plate again. Angel actually looks offended that the champion interrupted her vanity, as Adrianna stands up and hangs the belt over her shoulder, behind her, holding her vest at her side. She looks down at Angel dismissively.

Adrianna Salvatore: If I were you, I’d look up a crash course on catch wrestling. Heaven above and hell below only know you’re gonna need it….

With that, Adrianna walks out of frame calmly. The camera then cuts to Angel who has a disgusted look on her face, however, she soon looks at her phone. And that disgusted look turns into an evil smirk.

Angel Kash: And that's what you think? See you in the ring champ.

Singles Match

Debby Haze vs Anton Crowley

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania! Weighing in at 135 pounds! The Disco Diva! DEBBY...HAZE!!

A disco ball lowers over the ring, as Born to Be Alive starts to play. While the globe shaped object starts to rotate, Debby Haze skates out onto the stage. Before making her way to the ring, Deb starts to roller disco.

Once the dance is over, Debby puts on a display of skating prowess. Spinning, and playing to the crowd, as she inches her way to the ring.

Once Debby reaches ringside, she removes her strap on skates, and pushes them under the ring. After a few more seconds with the fans, Deb rolls under the bottom rope, and into the ring.

Thea Crawford: Her opponent! From Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 215 pounds! He is the leader of House Crowley. The Demon Prince! ANTON...CROWLEY!!

The arena lights slowly fade out. The crowd murmurs as they anticipate what is to come. The electronic organ intro to “Remember Me (FESTER Remix)” by Code: Pandorum starts up. A red spotlight illuminates the figure of Anton Crowley standing on the ramp. The hood of his entrance cloak is pulled up over his head, keeping his face in shadows.


The bass drop of the song hits and Anton slowly starts to walk to the ring, the red spotlight following him. The crowd shows their lack of appreciation, some might call it hate, as he walks down the entrance ramp. He just smirks and continues his slow, methodical walk. He slowly climbs the steps as his entrance music fills the arena. He slowly walks along the apron and steps through the ropes.

He makes his way to the center of the ring. He slowly raises his arms up and out from his sides. As he does the red spotlight fades and the arena lights raise. He throws the hood of his cloak back and smirks out at the crowd. As he makes his way to his corner he removes the cloak and places it on the ring apron.

~DING DING DING~

As the bell rings, Anton and Debby come out of their corners, circling around the mat for a tie up. Anton starts powering the Disco Diva backwards but she braces her feet and manages to twist out of it, catching the Demon Prince in an arm twist, followed by a Japanese Armdrag. Anton rolls up to his feet and comes at Debby now. She catches him in another arm drag. And another. And another. She starts adding a little dance to her step and disco shimmy to her hips, getting the fans behind her in the match. Meanwhile, Anton’s sitting in the corner so Debby comes charging in for a big Cannonball Senton. She goes for a cover but gets only a two count. A little early but it shows her confidence. Debby climbs to the top turnbuckle and calls for a big splash but as she dives off, Anton rolls out of the way and she eats the mat hard.

Debby starts getting up but Anton’s on his feet first and as she makes it to her feet, he catches her in a waistlock and delivers a sick German Suplex, angling into a bridge for a two count. Debby kicks out and Anton makes it up to his feet again, grabbing her by the hair at the referee’s chagrin. Debby swats Anton’s hands away and starts throwing the strikes but Anton throws them right back, a bit sharper and more calculated, starting to stagger her. Anton Irish whips her into the ropes and goes for a Spear but Debby hits a leg split and floats over him. As she lands and turns, however, Anton levels her with a Clothesline From Hell. He goes to lean over and grab her feet for a Figure Four then, but Debby gets loose and shocks the crowd with a Kip Up Frankensteiner!! Debby comes off the ropes for a variation of Saturday Night Fever but Anton catches her into a monkey flip and leaves her laid out on the mat on her back. Debby starts to get up but as she does, Anton grabs her from behind to deliver The Fall, laying her out again. This time, he backs into the corner, poised to strike. Debby just barely makes it up to a knee before Anton comes charging in and hits Ad Stellam Matutinam. Cover. Three count. Anton Crowley picks up the win.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner! ANTON...CROWLEY!!

Andrew Payne: The Demon Prince came here to make business quick, it seems!

Miranda Augustino: Go, Papi, Go!

Result: Pinfall

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Griffin is backstage, pacing in preparation for tonight's match. Soon, Cass Baumer comes into the shot smoothing out her black NFW Collision branded t-shirt and then casually tucks her hands into the pockets of her olive green cargo shorts.

Cass Baumer: Hey, Griff!

Griffin Hawkins: Cass! Hey!

The two embrace in a hug.

Cass Baumer: Not too hard, alright?! I’m still recovering from the last deathmatch.

Griffin Hawkins: Right. Sorry. It's so good to see you! Saw your match at Arley’s #YUHlapalooza event. How you holding up?

Cass Baumer: I’m still really sore, but I’ll be alright. To tell the truth, that’s what I’m here to talk to you about if you’ve got the time.

Griffin Hawkins: About what?

Cass Baumer: I've been doing some thinking since my match with Angel, and I saw the challenge she made. A Home Run Derby Deathmatch. I know you don't like being told what to do, but honestly? Maybe it’d be best to give this match a pass.

Griffin Hawkins: What?

The Jukebox Hero looks stunned at what Cass said.

Cass Baumer: Angel and I fought in bout after bout, backstage battle after backstage battle, and I know it ain’t over yet, but I’ve gotta level with ‘cha. Deathmatches are no walk in the park. It hurts. It’s terrible. I’m in pain all the time, and I know I’m gonna feel those effects when I’m older. And see, you haven’t been in many of them, yeah? You haven’t needed to. It’s not your bag. All you're doing is playing into her trap, and honestly? She’s not worth sacrificing a healthy future.

Griffin Hawkins: So I should just back down?

Shock and confusion still cover Griffin’s face.

Cass Baumer: That's not what I'm saying and you know it...

Griffin Hawkins: Cass, listen to me. I'm NOT backing down! It's one thing when she cost me a chance to regain the Undisputed Title...but it's another when she decided to drag my family..my wife and my daughter into this by having some sick ass shrine dedicated to them. I have a family to think about...so no, I am NOT backing down. I never started a fight that I couldn't finish, and I am not gonna start today! I have a family to think about. I have to protect them...

Cass Baumer: Griffin! For God’s sakes, listen to me! You just said it right there. You have a family to think about, see? You have a wife and three children who depend on you to provide for them for a long time! What if something happens to you in this match? What if this match gives you a permanent limp? What if this match shortens your career? What if— God forbid, what if you’ll never be able to hold your daughter again?

Griffin Hawkins: Don't even put that picture in my head Cass...

Cass Baumer: I'm sorry but I’m just tryna be real with ya. It's a possibility. She won’t hold back. And you’ve gotta think about this. You saw what she’s done to me, there's no telling what she'll do to you! I know you can take care of yourself, but deathmatches are an entirely different beast. You understand, right?

Griffin Hawkins: I'll do plenty of thinking when I'm kicking her head in tonight.

Cass Baumer: Just don't overlook Beautifully Devious. They’re in this match too.

Griffin Hawkins: Don't worry about that...I'm well aware of the Witches Of Eastwick. The Skill Vendorz got my back and they'll take care of them while I take care of Angel.

Cass Baumer: Well if I know you, you're gonna make sure she doesn't make it to Manifest Destiny. Just— At least think about the match stipulation. You could settle this in a match that doesn’t put your livelihood at stake, and make her regret all the shit she’s done all the same, y’know? Sleep on it, at least?

Griffin Hawkins: I will… I promise.

Cass Baumer: Good. Be careful, yeah? You know I care about you. You were there for me since the beginning, no exaggeration. And I… I just don’t want to see the match where you’re forced to retire, that’s all.

Griffin Hawkins: I’ll be careful... Don't worry about me.

He walks off as both go their separate ways. Little does he know from behind the pillar steps Angel Kusanagi, apparently hearing the entire conversation. Her glare warps into a small devilish smirk as we go to the ring.

Trios Match

Griffin Hawkins and The Skillz Vendorz vs Angel Kusanagi and Beautifully Devious

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights go dark as a familiar music begins to play.....as soon as the beat picks up the crowd starts clapping along to it. The opening lyrics to "Livin' On A Prayer" by Bon Jovi hits as from behind the curtain emerges Griffin Hawkins who raises the devil horns in the air as the crowd sings along to the theme.

Thea Crawford: "Making his way to the ring...from Windsor, Ontario Canada...weighing in at 227 Pounds...put your hands together for Griffin Hawkins!!"

The crowd is cheering, clapping and singing along to Bon Jovi as he makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as signs that read "Griffin Rox" and "Rock Soldier" are present. He soaks in the positive reaction as he walks up the steps and steps between the ropes. He gets on the turnbuckles and raises the Devil Horns in the air with both hands, pumping the crowd up.

He gets down, taking off his leather jacket before getting out of the ring. He sees a young little boy in the front row as he takes off his silver aviator shades. He places his sunglasses on the young fan who looks excited to be here, smiling as he pats him on the head. He rolls back into the ring, and kicks his feet up ropes in the corner of the ring and leans across the turnbuckle like it's a hammock, waiting for the match to begin.

Thea Crawford: And his tag team partners….

As the opening riff of The Used's "Pretty Handsome Awkward" comes on through the arena speakers, the arena lights dim out ad the video wall comes to life with a countdown followed by flashing words on the screen.


As the opening lyrics rip throughout the arena, a shot of DragonBall Z's Goku throws a Kamehameha at the viwers and the entryway lights up with multicolored lights and the video wall switches to a highlight reel that goes back and forth between clips of various video gameplay and anime footage. Everything from Mortal Kombat, Call of Duty, Battlefield, Skyrim, Mario, Golden Axe, Grand Theft Auto, Battletoads gameplay to action clips of DBZ, Elfen Lied, Ninja Scroll, Hellsing etc -- and then footage of Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont in previous matches hitting their big spots from their arsenals.

As this goes on, The Skillz Vendorz come running and jumping out from the curtain. More specifically, Katrina Cage runs out first, followed by Sammi Belmont. Both are wearing their NFW Tag Title belts around their waists. Katrina does a silly, playful bow to the audience and as she does, Sammi Belmont runs and leapfrogs over her. She lands and spins, full of energy, yelling to the crowd. Her and Kat come to stand side by side. They nod to each other with big smiles and mimic the DragonBall Fusion Dance pose. Multicolored pyro goes off on the stage and the two start down the ramp.

Thea Crawford: At a combined weight of 250 pounds! They are the NFW Tag Team Champions! The 8-Bit Princess, KATRINA CAGE...Adorable, SAMANTHA BELMONT! THEY ARE...THE SKILLZ VENDORZ!!!!


Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont come down the aisle, each taking a side where they happily high five and slap hands of fans in the front row. At the end of the ramp, they come together where Kat climbs up to the apron and gets into the ring. She climbs the turnbuckle as Sammi gets a running start along the side of the ring and athletically jumps up onto the apron to the parallel turnbuckle. Sammi grabs the ropes and hops over, skillfully landing on the middle turnbuckle where her and Kat repeat the Fusion Dance pose. As they do, spotlights shine down on them both.


Both girls then climb down from the turnbuckles and meet in their corner, high fiving, fist bumping, dapping one another before removing their entrance gear and waiting for the match to start.

Thea Crawford: Introducing their opponents!

As JINJER’s “On The Top” begins to play throughout the ringside area, the lights go out, leaving the audience in complete darkness. As the opening guitar picks up, the video wall comes to life with a static screen, flickering with images of Erin Mercer and Bronwyn Goods faces before BEAUTIFULLY DEVIOUS appears afterward. The camera starts a slow creep up the ramp, approaching the stage and we just barely see movement in the dark when--


The lights around the stage suddenly come on, flashing violently, giving brief glimpses of old rune symbols on the walls as a thick layer of smoke crawls across the stage. Emerging through the smoke, between a pair of legs is Salem’s Forgotten Daughter, Bronwyn Good. Her normally gentle face, twists into a terrifying, malicious smile made so by her solid white eyes that stare into the camera as her surgically forked tongue slides out between her teeth, flicking the air.


Bronwyn Good, comes up off her stomach and hops up to one knee and a foot on the stage, kneeling in front of the pair of legs she was previously beneath. The stage illuminates more, keeping the majority of the arena in darkness as Bronwyn slowly rises to her feet, revealing - standing back to back with the witch - Erin Mercer, taking up her original singles pose.


As she feels Bronwyn lean back against her, Erin turns her head to look over her shoulder, grinning with just as much wickedness on her face as her tag partner and beloved. In one swift movement, Bronwyn turns, grabbing Erin by the shoulder and spins her around, putting the duo face to face with the ramp to their side. They embrace with Erin’s hands on Bronwyn’s shoulders while Bronwyn wraps an arm low around the redhead’s waist and runs a nail from her other hand, eerily yet affectionately down Erin’s cheek.


Just when it looks like they’re about to steam things up, before their mouths meet, they turn their attention towards the ring, grinning wider and turn to begin descending the ramp. Both women, for the most part, ignore the audience with the exception of Erin stopping to address one fan, only to stick a hand right in his face to cut him off before continuing towards the ring.

Thea Crawford: At a combined weight of 243 pounds! They are...Salem’s Forgotten Daughter, BRONWYN...GOOD...and...The Red Queen, ERIN...MERCER!!

Meanwhile, Bronwyn Good climbs the top turnbuckle and perches on the corner, flicking her tongue out at the audience. Erin Mercer climbs to the parallel turnbuckle, one foot at the top, the other on the center. She scowls at the audience, extending a pointing finger to sweep across the crowd until it reaches Bronwyn’s direction and she turns it palm up, symbolizing reaching for her lover. Her scowl turns to a mischievous smirk as Bronwyn mimics reaching out for her. Together, the Witch and the Red Queen remove their entrance gear - Bronwyn’s hooded leather jacket and Erin’s leather jacket - dropping them to the floor. Erin steps down to the mat while Bronwyn takes a heart stopping dip forward like she’s about to just fall forward off the turnbuckle. However she rolls and lands safely and impressively on one knee before rising and joining Erin in their corner.

Thea Crawford: And their tag team partner….

With two quick taps of a cymbal, the lights flash before Xandu’s cover of Megurine Luka’s “Angel Bullet” rips through the speakers of the arena. The rest of the lights go out, leaving the audience shrouded in darkness as an eerie purple light illuminates the ring itself. The stage and ramp are lit up with plain white lights, violently flashing in sync with the music. As Xandu’s first guttural shriek pierces the ears of the audience, the lights take on a more intense flashing, adding a purple hue among the whites. The crowd waits in anticipation as smoke fills the entryway as the roar of the lyrics flows from the speakers, assaulting the ears of those present. The camera focuses intently on the entryway as the inner lights come on and, combined with the smoke, give off an almost ethereal, heavenly appearance. The video wall is alight with the visage of bloody barb wire and the name “草由紀子”. The screen flickers violently as the first verse of the song continues on through the arena.

At the pre-chorus, the wall of light within the entryway is disturbed by the visage of a black silhouette. Then, as the main chorus hits, the silhouette emerges from the entryway, coming into view to reveal Angel Kusanagi. Sleeveless robe over her gear, with her hood drawn up over her hood. We see her expression though is, as always, cold and utterly hateful towards everyone present. Her mouth twists into an angry, disgusted scowl as she lowers her head but keeps her eyes aimed at the ring. Her battleground. Angel holds her position on the stage throughout the chorus and when the second verse begins, she shifts forward and begins her walk down the ramp. She completely ignores the fans in the front row, throwing jeers and boos at her. That which she sees as nothing more than scum beneath her. Angel moves methodically but with a sense of purpose as she approaches the ring. As she reaches the ring, she circles around to the opposite side of where she approached and stands on the apron, turning her head to sneer towards the fans again. Despite the sour attitude she gives off, she wipes her feet on the apron before entering the ring through the top and middle ropes at the return of the chorus.

Thea Crawford: Weighing in at 125 pounds, from Osaka, Japan! ANGEL..KUSAAAAAANAGIIIII!!

As her name is announced, she comes to stand in the center of the ring, continuing to just glare hatefully at any and everyone. One hand comes up to unclasp the buckle on her coat before he peels the hood back and slides the garment off of her body, dropping it to the floor for the ringside attendant to take while she goes to her corner and uses the ropes to get some stretching in. Finally, she turns towards the ramp [or her opponent] with that ever hateful expression and calmly waits for the match to begin.

~DING DING DING~

Griffin and Bronwyn are in the ring to start the match for their teams. The two of them circle the ring and tie up. Bronwyn goes behind and puts Bronwyn into a waistlock before taking her down to the mat face first. He then picks Bronwyn up and sends her into the ropes. Bronwyn comes off the ropes and Griffin takes her off of her feet with a beautiful standing dropkick. Griffin then picks Bronwyn up and sends her into a neutral corner. Griffin charges in, looking for a corner splash, but Bronwyn rolls out of the way, causing Griffin to hit face first into the top turnbuckle. Bronwyn then uses the ropes to springboard and deliver a crossbody to Griffin that takes him down to the mat. Bronwyn picks Griffin up and goes over to her corner where she tags Erin into the match. Erin comes in and the two of them take him, sending him into the ropes and deliver a double back drop onto Griffin. Bronwyn slides out of the ring as Erin takes over and takes Griffin and brings him to his feet. Griffin reverses and Erin hits the ropes. Erin comes off the ropes and Griffin delivers a discus clothesline that drives Erin down to the mat.

Griffin crawls his way to his corner where he tags Sammi into the match. Sammi comes in and as Erin gets to her feet, gets taken down with a series of armdrags before delivering a hiptoss that is followed up with a basement dropkick right to the face of Erin. Sammi then reaches out and tags Katrina into the match. Katrina comes in and the two of them pick Erin up and they send her into the ropes. Erin comes off the ropes and the two them meet her with a double back elbow before clasping hands and delivering a double elbow drop to the redhead. Sammi rolls out of the ring and Katrina takes Erin and sends her into the corner. Katrina comes rushing in, delivering a jumping corner forearm before getting into a mount and begins to rain down punches. As the crowd cheers along, Erin stops it at five as she takes Katrina and brings her out of the corner and delivers a desperation powerbomb. The two of the lay on the mat, motionless as the ref begins his count. At the count of five, both of them begin to stir. The two of them crawl towards their corners. Kat leaps and tags Sammi into the match! Erin leaps and Angel comes in!

Angel comes in, taking Sammi down with a spinning heel kick before picking Sammi up and hitting a cradle DDT. She hooks the leg and Griffin comes in to break up the pin. This gets the attention of Angel who gets up to her feet and just looks at Griffin with a twisted little smirk on her face. She swipes at Griffin who ducks out of the way before getting right up into her face. The two of them begin to exchange words and as they do, Sammi grabs Angel by the tights and rolls her up and gets a nearfall. Angel stumbles up to her feet and as she does, Bronwyn tags herself into the match. As she does, Angel shrugs her shoulders and goes after Griffin. The two of them are brawling on the outside now as Bronwyn comes in and ducks under a clothesline from Sammi. As Sammi turns around, and the ref is trying to break Griffin and Angel up, Bronwyn hits her with the magic dust! Erin then comes into the ring and grabs Sammi and lifts her up as Bronwyn climbs to the top rope and they deliver Something Wicked This Way Comes! Erin takes Katrina off the apron with a dropkick before grabbing the ref and getting him into the ring where Bronwyn has the leg hooked and they count the three.

Thea Crawford: Here are your winners, the team of Beautifully Devious and Angel Kusanagi!

Following the bell, Bronwyn Good stood over Sammi, laughing wickedly and kept laying the boots to her as the fans booed and the bell rang over and over. Katrina Cage came running into the ring to try and save her tag partner but she only got a couple of shots in on Bronwyn before Erin Mercer was back in the ring, clubbing her in the back with a forearm. Katrina goes down and Beautifully Devious start to lay into the tag team champions until Griffin Hawkins runs into the ring with a chair in hand, rearing it back. Beautifully Devious both slide out of the ring, laughing still as they make title motions around their waists.

Andrew Payne: Well thank god for Griffin Hawkins with the save!

Miranda Augustino: Right?!

Beautifully Devious are talking amongst themselves at ringside, still grinning as Griffin Hawkins helps the Skillz Vendorz up. They notice their opponents for Manifest Destiny still there. They look at each other. They look at Griffin. They throw him the metal horns. Griffin grins and throws it back, not quite sure what they’re up to until Kat and Sammi hit the ropes and go running at Beautifully Devious. Kat hits a Suicide Dive into Erin Mercer while Sammi hits a Tope Con Hilo onto Bronwyn Good! Griffin laughs and throws the horns in the air, approving of their retort as the Skillz Vendorz start brawling with Beautifully Devious towards the backstage area.

Andrew Payne: Champions and challengers are starting Manifest Destiny a week early! We’re gonna need someone to break these girls up!

Miranda Augustino: Hey wait a second! In the ring! GRIFFIN WATCH OUT!!!!

Andrew Payne: ANGEL’S STILL HERE!!

Sure enough, Angel Kusanagi slides into the ring behind Griffin Hawkins and nails him with a low blow. Griffin goes down, clutching himself as Angel stands back and takes position, getting ready to give him a Steel Feather. She stands there, yelling at him to get up, ready with her foot. Just as Griffin gets to his feet, he starts to turn. Angel’s just about to twist into the kick as the crowd suddenly pops and from the audience, Cass Baumer slides into the ring and springs on Angel! MIRAMIRA SLAM!!! The fans pop as Cass stands over Angel, yelling that everyone’s had enough of her attitude. She turns to Griffin Hawkins, making sure he’s okay. Griffin nods to Cass, grimacing still as they fist bump. Just as their fists touch then...the lights go out.

Andrew Payne: Oh what now?

Miranda Augustino: Little late for Angel’s little mind games! She’s already had her ass handed to h--WAIT A MINUTE!!!!!

The crowd erupts as the lights come back on. Griffin Hawkins goes wide eyed and steps back on instinct. Standing right behind Cass Baumer is the wife of Angel Kusanagi!

Andrew Payne: MAKI!!!!! MAKI IS HERE!!!!

Miranda Augustino: WE SAW THE ANNOUNCEMENT!! WE KNEW SHE WAS COMING BUT NOT WHEN!!

Andrew Payne: GUESS WE GOT OUR ANSWER!!!!

As this goes on, Cass Baumer starts to turn around and Maki nails her with the Makihouse Kick! Cass hits the mat and Maki goes right for her as the two roll out of the ring and start another brawl. Griffin Hawkins slides out of the ring, moving in like he’s about to try and break it up or help Cass but Angel Kusanagi’s back in the fight and jumps on him, throwing wild punches. Now it’s a two on two brawl as Cass and Maki fight it out up the ramp while Griffin and Angel fight it out at ringside. Security rushes down before too long goes by and splits off to break the two brawls up.

Andrew Payne: Well thank god for security!

Miranda Augustino: Shit, let ‘em fight! I’m loving this shit!

Result: Pinfall

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We enter, once again, on Graham Baker. Baker has a cigarette between his teeth as he looks down at himself outside the arena. He’s clad in his ring gear and his denim jacket, with no t-shirt beneath. A light rain falls as he lets his bruised and scarred chest get exposed to the air. He lets the cigarette dangle, before lighting it.

Baker: Dokueki. Poison dragon. Ruiner of men and women alike. Nearly undefeated in fifteen years of competition. Without a doubt one of the most accomplished competitors in this industry, a friend to one, and a monster to most.

Baker glances down at his boots.

Baker: You think this makes me afraid of you, yeah? Like I’m gonna quake in my fuckin’ boots when I step in the ring with you? You’ve claimed you’re not overlooking this roadblock before, but your recent attitude has me thinking you’re gonna try to crush me. You’re gonna defang me and force me to quit, right? You’re gonna show me the fuckin’ floor and hope I drop to it in prostrate to the Dragon Queen, but I will not bow.

Baker looks up at the camera.

Baker: Y’see, Dokueki, I’ve faced a lot of motherfuckers down that looked and acted just like you. Men and women alike who saw me and told me I wasn’t shit compared to ‘em, that in 15 years I wasn’t half the person they were, but I don’t buy that from anybody, least of all yourself. You’re frightening, sure, but you’re not top fuckin’ dog, not anymore. In Japan, you were on top of the world. Everyone feared you, revered you, held your name in their mouth like communal wine for fear of spoiling it, but I won’t give you that respect.

Baker glances down at his chest again.

Baker: Y’see, I’m done givin’ respect to those who haven’t earned it from me. Mike Spazz, man? He earned it, at least in some respects. He tried to beat the piss out of me, and even if he failed, he still impressed me. You’ve got the rep, but you haven’t met the needs yet. You want me to speak your name, the Poison Dragon, with as much fuckin’ reverence as you think you deserve, then you’re gonna have to try harder than y’have. You’re gonna have to beat the piss outta me, make me beg for you to cut it, but I’m not beggin’ for a goddamn thing.

He glances deep into the camera.

Baker: Like I said, Spazz tried to put me away last week. Emphasis on tried. Even with a kick to the balls, and all the fuckin’ weapons he could muster, he couldn’t put Graham Baker away. Now, you stand before me, and I’m not saying you’re Spazz, but I will say the last veteran who fucked me around in this company didn’t hang with me for more than a goddamn match. You, Dokueki, you’re a different breed, but I ain’t putting wholesale faith in your reputation alone. If you want to take me down, make me respect you, then you gotta fuckin’ earn it.

Baker chuckles.

Baker: And you better fuckin’ try to earn it. Coasting along’ll get you nowhere against a man like me. The last person who made me quit had heart that filled her whole body and then some, and you need some good goddamn heart to keep me down for the fuckin’ count. Your rotten heart beats dead, and you’ll not have enough to put me in the dirt.

He leans back against the wall, finally taking a puff off of his burning-down cigarette.

Baker: No more words, no more beating around. I’ll see you in the fuckin’ ring.

He drops the cigarette, opening the door and heading back inside...

Singles Match

Dokueki vs Graham Baker

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The lights in the arena dim, thumping and alternating between green and white with the tempo of the music. The 'Tron lights up, featuring the logo of the Hatchet Clan before that melts away to show the custom image of the Dragon billowing smoke and clutching the hatchet's in it's foreclaws.


Dokueki comes out of curtain and roars, raising her tanabo war club, decorated in golden Scottish filigree, the metal studs a dull green, high over her head.


Thea Crawford: Introducing first! From Tokyo, Japan, weighing in at 160 pounds! The Poison Dragon...DOKUUUUUEKIIIIII!!!

Dokueki spews a bit of her trademark mist into the air with another roar, slamming the head of the club down onto the ramp before throwing it over her shoulder. She stares straight ahead as she makes her way down the ramp, turning to the cameraman at the bottom to point to her t-shirt before making as if she's going to jump at the camera. She turns, and climbs the steel ring stairs, making her way onto the apron.


Dokueki raises the club in her hand again, flexing her muscles before spewing another shot of Mist into the air with another roar before climbing through the ropes and into the ring, stalking a bit before backing into her corner to await the beginning of her match.

Thea Crawford: And her opponent!

"The arena lights go down, and the arena is filled with guitar strums and the intensifying drum beat of the song as smoke pours out from the entrance ramp, revealing Baker only from the highlighted portions of his outfit.


As the song continues, taking a moment to hang, the smoke clears and Baker's back is revealed to the crowd, a leather jacket bearing the words 'The Aviator' and a flaming skull shown as he points two finger guns at the screen.


Thea Crawford: From London, England! Weighing in at 230 pounds! The Aviator! GRAHAM...BAKER!!!!

The intense chorus kicks up as Baker turns around, screaming out as he leaps into position. He slaps hands with the fans as he approaches the ring, mostly favoring those who are supporting him before pulling himself up on the apron, tossing his jacket off before springboarding into the ring. Often, depending on his opponent, he'll either point a finger gun at them or give them the middle finger before falling back into the corner and laying across the top ropes, as if taunting his opponent.

~DING DING DING~

The match begins with the ringing of the bell. Baker comes out to the center of the ring, Dokueki stepping up as well. The two stare each other down, looking one another over. GB begins to hop, side to side, but Dokueki shakes her head, turning her back to him and beginning to walk away. Baker gives chase, grabbing the Poison Dragon by the shoulder. Dokueki spins, lightning fast, driving an elbow into the jaw of the Guillotine, flooring him. GB looks up at Dokueki, who's shaking her head with that unsettling smile of hers, before getting to his feet. He throws a series of chops into her chest, each blow echoing throughout the arena, causing the Dragon to hiss with each one. She catches his arm, finally, and irish whips Baker toward the corner, but doesn't release, yanking the man back and delivering a brutal headbutt. GB drops, but she doesn't release his wrist, pulling him back up to deliver a second, and then third headbutt, before letting Baker slump to the mat.

Everytime Graham Baker seems to be mounting a comeback, Dokueki finds a way to stomp out that fire. She throws him into the ropes, looking for a discus lariat, but Baker ducks, leaping to springboard off the rope, coming back and throwing a devastating knee, blasting the Dragon in the face and dropping her onto her back. Baker picks the monstrous Japanese woman back up onto her feet, slamming her back down with a snap German into a bridge. Dokueki kicks out at just one, powering out easily. GB doesn't slow down, hitting the ropes and coming back off the rebound as the Dragon rises, and leveling her again with CLEAN THE BLADE! Baker shoots in for a cover again, and this time Dokueki kicks out at two.

Both superstars are exhausted as the match winds into its final moments. Dokueki hooks Baker for a German, but GB slips out, spinning around and driving a boot into the gut of the Dragon, doubling her over. He jumps on the opportunity to hook her in the pumphandle… REAP WHAT YOU SOW! Baker looks down at Dokueki, who hasn't moved, then to the top turnbuckle. He takes a deep breath and nods before climbing to the top. He looks down at her, crouching before jumping off for a Shooting Sta - NO! Dokueki kips up, her plan having worked, and catches Baker out of the air, flipping him into the inverted fireman's carry for DRAGON'S LAST DANCE! Graham Baker shudders violently as his head is spiked into the mat, and the Dragon laughs, lying over the felled superstar and lazily hooking the leg.

One!

TWO!!

THRE-!!!

The referee waves off the count, because at the absolute possible second, Graham Baker kicks out! The Poison Dragon stares at her opponent, shock on her face turning quickly into rage. She grabs Baker by the face, lifting him for the Claw Slam, but GB counters into an arm bar! Dokueki roars, immediately using her power to begin escaping the hold. Baker spins, rotating into a Sushi Roll pin to gain the pinfall victory over The Poison Dragon!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Graham Baker!

Andrew Payne: And Graham with another huge victory here tonight. The guy is on a roll here on Trauma.

Miranda Augustino: This guy is legit, Andy!

Result: Pinfall

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The scene comes up with Sela-Rica Lark walking backstage, swaying side to side, hands behind her back as she seems to be moving to a tune in her head. A slight smirk across her face for the first few seconds widens when she sees someone approach. The Undisputed champion Emelie Sanclemente walks into view of the camera.

Sela: So are you here to tell me you're still going to save yourself for our play date?

Emelie: It's the smartest thing to do. I don't care what you say or who agrees with your words, I maintain that you would do the same thing to me. I already know not to trust your words, but you can trust mine when I tell you that.

Sela lets out a light chuckle, looking up for a moment before looking back to Emelie with a deep breath.

Sela: It's funny Emelie, but everyone thought I targeted you because I thought you'd be an easy prey to break and take the title from, but I know that's not true. I wouldn't want that anyway. That would be boring, not playtime. But instead of playing back, you've made this considerably less interesting for me. And now you're going to use a virgin's excuse to her fiancee about why you don't want to fight? I begin to wonder if perhaps you got here because of everyone's pity, no one's faith.

Emelie: This week isn't a battle of will between you and me. It's a battle of wits, whether you want it to be or not. But next week? Oh boy, next week's a battle of wills. By then, how I got here won't matter. What'll matter is that I'll still have this around my waist as your dreams of ripping this away from me go up in a cloud of purple dust... due to your insatiable lust for battle. I'm sticking to my plan, regardless of what you do or how you see me. I suggest you alter yours lest you risk blowing your chance.

The Champion gets right into the #1 Contender's face. Sela smiles whimsically.

Sela: Now now Emelie, we've come this far. Let's not ruin it by throwing down before our playdate. After all, if I go down, you'll end up coming down with me, the Undisputed champ who loses to the second greatest predator here on Trauma. Your predecessor understood that and so do I.

Sela looks away for a moment before shooting back with an intense glare.

Sela: So tell me, do you think it wise to allow me to gain that kind of advantage over you just so you can have me hurting when you face me?

Emelie smiles with a nod.

Emelie: Then your chance at my title?

Emelie makes a noise not dissimilar to a poof, complete with a hand motion that produces purple dust, not breaking eye contact with Sela until she's a few steps off of the former United States Champion. The camera leaves off on Sela's scowl before cutting to ringside...

Strange Bedfellows Tag Team Match

Adrianna Salvatore and Angel Kash vs Emelie Sanclemente and Sela Rica-Lark

Thea Crawford: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

The fans begin to boo loudly as "Superficial" by Heidi Montag hits over the public address system


As the lights dim and flash gold all over the arena, a lone spotlight forms at the entrance ramp. After a few moments, Steele Matthews walks out from behind the curtain with his Cheshire cat grin plastered across his face. As he applauds, within a few seconds in an arrogant and exaggerated fashion, Angel Kash herself, walks out as the fans boo loudly.


Thea Crawford: From The Hamptons, New York! Being accompanied by Steele Matthews! Weighing in at 130 pounds! She is the Trillion Dollar Princess! ANGEL...KASH!!

Angel blows an arrogant kiss to the fans before doing a series of arrogant poses at the top of the ramp. She then says something to Steele as he first goes ahead, before the arrogant rich blonde bombshell does an arrogant supermodel like strut down to the ring, taunting the fans as she walks by them, before rudely sticking out her hand, and flipping her hair arrogantly as she brushes past the fans, not letting them even come close to touching her. She makes her way up the ring steps with Steele, holding her hand from the outside. Steele then hops up onto the apron Angel and holds the ropes open for her; she enters and poses in the center of the ring as the fans boo loudly. After that, she lays on the top turnbuckle nonchalantly taunting the fans as Steele hands her a mirror and she admires her beauty.

Thea Crawford: And her tag team partner….

The lights in the arena flicker out. The video wall comes to life with an image of Earth in from space as Porcelain And The Tramps "King Of The World" begins to play As it does, the vignette depicts a flaming meteor hurtling towards the planet.


The vignette switches to various shots of Earth's population. People from all different regions as a shadow looms over, blocking out the sun. They all look up, eyes widening in horror.


From a bird's eye view, the meteor SLAMS into the Earth's surface, just as the chorus hits, 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.


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 chorus hits, the lights switch, coming on to light up the stage and ramp in a soft white but still leaving the arena dark. We see the figure in detail now as Adrianna Salvatore lifts her head and stares down at the ring from under her hood. She has that same sneer on her face as in her vignette. She steps forward, approaching the ring with a calm sense of purpose in her steps. Around her waist is the NFW United States Title.

Thea Crawford: "From Brooklyn, New York!! Weighing in at 150 pounds! She is the NFW United States Champion! The Queen of Anarchy...ADRIIIAAANNAAAAAAAAA....SALVAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Adrianna reaches ringside and runs up onto the apron, kneeling upon it on one knee. Now, we see that wicked smile of hers as she licks her teeth. She turns around on the apron, skillfully and slides herself in, backwards under the bottom rope. Standing to her feet, Adrianna moves to a turnbuckle and climbs up. She throws back her hood and flips back her hair, letting out a roar before casting her gaze upon the audience with a wicked smile forming. Stepping down from the turnbuckle, she removes her vest, folds it and carefully hands it to the timekeeper before preparing for the match.

Thea Crawford: And their opponents….

The opening chords of Halestorm’s “I Like It Heavy” play on the speakers. The lights fade out until only the stage is lit. Sela steps out from behind the curtains.


Sela poses at the top of the ramp to the crowd’s reaction. When the tempo picks up she slams her fist to the ground as the lights come back up alternating in light blues and reds.


Sela walks down the ramp, a sadistic smile on her face as she looks towards the ring. She takes her time at ringside, teasing a ringpost with her fingers as she walks to one side of the ring and climbs on the apron near the corner. When the chorus kicks in she climbs up the turnbuckle and poses again.

Thea Crawford: From Tucson, Arizona! Weighing in at 147 pounds! She is The Underground Queen! SELA...RICA...LARK!!


Sela hops down inside the ring and poses once more inside the ring. She slaps at her chest several times screaming out to the audience before going to her corner. Her music fades as she warms up for her match.

Thea Crawford: And her tag team partner….


Purple smoke fills the arena from all directions, with a petite figure standing within it, seemingly propped up by a cane. There's a shine of gold coming from the center of the figure.


Thea Crawford: "...from Santa Monica, California by way of Ronneby, Sweden, weighing in at 100 pounds, she is the NFW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION... EMELIIIIIIIIIIIE... SAAAAANCLEMENTEEEEE!"

The crowd's cheers nearly blow the roof off the arena as the smoke clears and the champion raises her skull-masked, top-hatted head. As soon as she opens her eyes, Sanclemente kicks her cane up and starts to walk down with purpose. She's slapping high-fives and bumping fists with everyone she can before getting to the ringside steps and looking out to the cheering crowd. The champion enters the ring and unstraps the title from her waist, holding it up for all to see with that confident, million-dollar smile of hers. Emelie places the title on her shoulder before entering a neutral corner, as "Magic" fades out.

Before the match begins, the two teams start discussing who’s going to start the match for each side. It seems like Angel Kash is insisting she start but Adrianna Salvatore argues with her to get back out on the apron. Kash finally rolls her eyes and obliges. Meanwhile, Emelie Sanclemente and Sela Rica-Lark are discussing and Sela seems to wanna go first. Emelie shrugs and waves her hand towards Adrianna and gets out of the ring. Not only that, the Undisputed Champion drops to the floor and goes over to join Andrew Payne and Miranda Augustino on commentary, setting her belt in her lap. She remarks how she stands by her decision to not waste her time on a tag match teaming with the challenger to her title. Sela Rica-Lark looks a little annoyed but smiles at Adrianna. She remarks how she’s going to pin her and win a shot at both belts. The referee calls for the bell.

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings, and Adrianna Salvatore and Sela Rica-Lark circle around the mat, scouting each other’s movements. They seem hesitant to just blindly go in at each other - knowing what the other is capable of - so they step in for a tie up but back off before touching a couple times. Angel Kash groans and loudly complains for them to come on already. Adrianna feints for a Low Single, shooting for the legs of Sela but backs off and pushes off her knee, hopping to her feet just to demonstrate her quick reflexes. Sela smiles and nods, loving the teasing. Finally, the two do lock up and jar for dominance. They push back on each other but Adrianna’s the stronger one in this exchange as she pushes Sela back into the corner, forcing the ref to count for a break. Adrianna breaks clean but Sela thumbs her in the eye and starts throwing shots at the U.S Champion, absolutely digging in with her forearms. Adrianna starts firing back with her own forearms and it becomes an all out slugfest until Sela manages to juke under a shot and grab her other wrist. She twists Adrianna’s arm and yanks her into a shoulder breaker, slowing her down enough to gain the advantage for a moment. Sela leans Adrianna back against the ropes and starts laying in the chops until the referee forces her to let up off the ropes. Sela hits an Irish whip and sends Adrianna into the ropes across the ring. Adrianna comes back and Sela drops down. Adrianna hops over, hits the ropes again. Sela bends down for either a back body drop or to force Adrianna into a leap frog but Adrianna hits a knee facebreaker on Sela then follows up with a discus lariat that levels her. Adrianna sits up, nursing her shoulder.

Emelie Sanclemente watches from commentary, remarking how her friends needs to be careful with her shoulder if she’s going into such a grueling match next week. She wishes she’d have done the same thing she was doing here.

Meanwhile, Adrianna goes for a tag to Angel Kash but Steele Matthews brings her phone away from his ear and says she has a phone call. Kash reacts like she’s been expecting this one and holds up a finger to Adrianna. “One moment!” She climbs down from the apron and takes the phone. Her obnoxious voice fills the camera mic as she starts talking like an old friend is on the line. “Oh hey giirrrrrrrrl!” Adrianna has but a moment to react like “what the fuck” before Sela’s back up and hits a Spear once Adrianna starts turning back to the match. Cover and a two count for Sela as she then mounts the woman who took the U.S Title from her and starts laying into her with ground and pound punches to the face as Adrianna tries to get her guard up. Sela looks over at Emelie Sanclemente at the commentary table and scowls. She stands up, stomps on Adrianna’s target arm and gets out of the ring to confront the woman that’s supposed to be her tag team partner. She demands Emelie get on the apron and participate in the match. Emelie stands to get out of her chair. Sela smirks and nods but Emelie just raises her eyebrows and points behind Sela. The Underground Queen’s eyes widen as she turns around and here comes Salvatore with a BIG SUICIDE DIVE!! She slams into Sela and knocks her over the table as they both go tumbling. Andrew and Miranda both barely get out of the way as well. Adrianna makes it to her feet first and pulls Sela up by her hair, throwing her back into the ring. She slides back in herself and gets in her team’s corner, hunching down, preparing for the MOAB Launch. She’s starting to feel it. Getting pumped up for that big spear when...all of a sudden Angel Kash tags herself in! Adrianna makes a “really, bitch” face as Kash just smiles smugly and says “my turn!” She gets into the ring and moseys on over to Sela, going for a cover but it’s only a two count. Kash rakes her nails down Sela’s back as she starts trying to get up. She then goes for the eyes until the ref demands she let her go. Kash gives him the “talk to the hand” and grabs Sela around the head, delivering a Running Bulldog. Sela crawls to the corner but Kash stomps her until she turns and is sitting and presses her foot to the Underground Queen’s throat, choking her. The referee counts her off so Kash Irish whips Sela but Sela reverses and throws her into the corner. Sela comes charging in but Kash gets her feet up! However! Sela manages to stop and catch Kash’s feet in her hands, yanking her out of the corner and onto her back. Right there, Sela hits a double foot stomp onto Kash’s midsection. She picks Kash up then and it’s the Trillion Dollar Princess’ turn to feel the chops this time.

Sela whips Kash out of the corner but yanks her right back into a Snap DDT that scores her a two count before Angel gets her foot on the ropes. Well...more like Steele Matthews grabs it and puts it there. The referee scolds Matthews as Sela starts pulling Kash up again and the New York native rakes the eyes. Sela stumbles back and Kash hits a Running Knee before dropping to one herself, trying to catch her breath and recover. As the ref turns back to the action, Kash walks over to her corner and goes to tag Adrianna in BUT...her tag partner suddenly yanks her hand back and drops off the apron. Kash’s eyes go wide with shock and fury as Adrianna just gives a cold smirk and throws two middle fingers up at her, then taps her temple like Kash did earlier. Angel starts shrieking furiously and stomping her foot, demanding Adrianna get back up in this match. Adrianna ignores her and goes to the commentary table to get her belt. Steele Matthews storms over, yelling at Adrianna but he makes the mistake of grabbing her by the arm to forcefully spin her towards her. That’s technically managerial talent laying hands on a roster member and Adrianna capitalizes on the opportunity as she grabs him by the throat. She pops him up aaaand DOWN!! CHOKESLAM through the commentary table to Steele Matthews! Adrianna picks up her belt, grabs her vest and slings her title over her shoulder, casually hopping the guard rail and walking backstage. Emelie Sanclemente looks between her friend and the match before shrugging, bidding goodbye to Andrew and Miranda as she pulls her headset off and follows.

Back inside the ring, Sela’s back up and she grabs Kash in a full nelson as she hits Salt In The Cut! Only a two count, though, as Angel gets her foot on the ropes. Sela lets up for a moment before turning towards the crowd section where she sees Emelie Sanclemente following Adrianna Salvatore. The Underground Queen rolls her eyes, shaking her head. She goes back to pick Angel up but Kash reaches up and catches her by the head in a rollup! The ref starts counting as Kash pulls on Sela’s tights, out of the ref’s line of sight. 1! 2! 3!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Ladies and gentlemen, here are your winners! The Unites States Champion, Adrianna Salvatore and Angel Kash!

Kash rolls out of the ring and runs daintily over to Steele Matthews, trying to help him up while audibly complaining about Adrianna Salvatore. She can also be heard saying that she, herself, did all the work and Adrianna did nothing to contribute to the match.

Andrew Payne: Now that’s not true!

Miranda Augustino: Don’t argue with her, Andy. You know better.

Andrew Payne: Well true. Anyway, that’s that match folks! Interesting turn of events the way they happened but there ya have it!

Miranda Augustino: We still got the main event! Don’t go nowhere!

Result: Pinfall

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===MAIN EVENT===

Singles Match

Marcello Vitale vs Iscariot XIII

Thea Crawford: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall...and it is our main event of the evening!

The strangely nostalgic tune of “Song of Storms” (Zelda Theme Remix) begins to resonate throughout the arena. It charms the audience to pay attention as Marcello Vitale makes his presence known, casually dancing to the light-hearted intro. He sways back and forth almost as if he’s floating along the stage, but suddenly the lights go out.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Florence, Italy, Marcello Vitale!

Navi’s cheerful “Hello!” and the beat of the music drops instantaneously! Pyros go off from the stage, multi-colored lights shine on Marcello, and theatrical fog trails down the ramp while he makes his way towards the ring. He tags a few hands along the way before he leaps onto the apron and ascends the nearest corner, staring out towards the fans as he receives a mostly-positive response of cheers.

With a confident smirk, he embraces the remix of his music for a moment before he runs across the top rope and perches onto the other corner. This gets a wild response while he encourages flash photography with a stylish pose. Finally, he jumps down onto the mat and readies himself for the match.

The electronic organ intro to “Remember Me (FESTER Remix)” by Code: Pandorum starts up. A red spotlight appears illuminating Iscariot XIII standing in the center of the stage.


Thea Crawford: His opponent! Representing House Crowley, Iscariot XIII!

As the bass drops on the music Iscariot XIII makes his way down the ramp slowly, watching the ring. A small, cold smirk crosses his features as he walks up the steps and gets inside the ring where he immediately stares down Marcello. He removes his entrance vest, awaiting the start of the match.

~Ding Ding Ding~

Right off the bat, Iscariot goes right after Marcello, grabbing him and pulling Marcello in for a short armed clothesline. He keeps hold of the wrist and gets Marcello back up to his feet and takes him, delivering a sidewalk slam before floating over into a mount position and delivering a series of punches that Marcello attempts to block. Iscariot then gets to his feets and hits the ropes. He comes off the ropes and delivers a senton splash before grabbing Marcello and bringing him up to his feet. Iscariot sends Marcello into the corner and comes charging in, hitting him with a stinger splash. He then grabs Marcello and snapmares him out of the corner before delivering a stiff kick to the middle of the back. He then pushes Marcello down onto the mat and hooks the leg to get a nearfall. Iscariot doesn’t take his foot off the gas though as he takes Marcello and brings him to his feet. He then takes Marcello and lifts him up, hitting Akeldama! Iscariot hooks the leg again and again, Marcello kicks out at two.

Iscariot laughs as he gets up to his feet. He looks at Marcello, struggling to make it back up to his feet. Marcello crawls to the ropes and begins to use them to get up. Once Marcello is up to his feet, Iscariot takes him and delivers an Exploder suplex. Iscariot doesn’t stop there though as he grabs Marcello and lifts him up onto his shoulders. He grins as he looks for Damned in any Language, but Marcello is able to shift his weight and he catches Iscariot with a victory roll for a near fall. Iscariot gets back up to his feet and as Marcello does, Iscariot goes for a roundhouse kick, but Marcello is able to duck under it and he takes Iscariot and delivers NERD Rage! Marcello doesn’t go for a pin though, instead he picks Iscariot up and he is able to take him and deliver The Yellow Light of Death and hooks the leg to get the win.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Marcello Vitale!

Andrew Payne: And Marcello has punched his ticket to a date with Anton Crowley at Manifest Destiny!

Miranda Augustino: Uh oh. I know Papi ain’t going to like this, but he’ll have to teach Marcello the lesson himself.

Result: Pinfall

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