NFW Aftershock #2! Chicago, Illinois! 07/11/2020!

The camera opens up inside the production room of NFW’s Collision Center where we are greeted by Aftershock host, Jason Hardwick. He stands in front of the large video screen.

Jason Hardwick: Hello and welcome everyone! I’m Jason Hardwick and this is NFW Aftershock. Our new weekend exclusive of bonus footage for our Collision and Trauma broadcasts. This is where you’ll find exclusive backstage activity from the men and women of the New Frontier. For tonight’s matches, we’ll see Runa Olsen taking on Tahti Kuu and we will, once more, see the Poison Dragon, Dokueki taking on KTPG’s Arley Kirk! We’ve also got a few segments for this first episode. Let’s go ahead and jump right into things, shall we?

Runa Olsen and Tahti Kuu met in the middle of the ring with a handshake, followed by a lockup where Olsen sought to take immediate control with an arm wringer. Kuu rolled out the tension on her arm and reversed into a headlock on Olsen but Olsen pushed her into the ropes, going for a clothesline off of the rebound. Kuu ducked underneath, hit the ropes and came back for a clothesline of her own but Olsen countered with a dropkick, flooring her opponent. She followed up with a quick running elbow drop followed by a cover for a nearfall. Olsen kept up the offense, pulling Kuu to her feet and began laying in with the chops. After several shots to the chest, Olsen whipped Kuu into the opposite corner but as she came running in, Kuu responded with a boot to the face, followed by a Tornado DDT out of the corner, drilling Olsen’s head into the mat. Kuu followed with a Jumping Knee Drop and a Standing Moonsault, going for her own cover but Olsen kicked out as well.

Kuu picked Olsen up, taking her right back down with a Snapmare and Dropkick combination, followed by another Knee Drop. She picked Olsen up again and threw her into the ropes, scooping her up for a Spinning Spinebuster into the mat. Kuu picked Olsen up for a DDT but Olsen countered with a beautiful Northern Lights Suplex into a bridge that Kuu kicked out of at two. Olsen managed to maintain waist control, however and threw Kuu back with a German Suplex. Kuu writhed on the mat while Olsen took a second to catch her breath but finally went to pick her up for a DDT of her own, however Kuu shoved Olsen back into the ropes, saving herself. Olsen came back with a Discus Clothesline but Kuu ducked, hit the ropes and floored Olsen with a Spear!!! Olsen held her ribs as Kuu hurried to capitalize on the opportunity, doing just that as she delivered The Eclipse to Runa Olsen for the pinfall victory!


We hear a vaguely familiar, female voice as the scene opens. A flame burns upon a smoldering pile of rubble from a fallen building. It’s only one of many as the shot pans out to show a ruined city. It’s like a scene out of a war movie and a familiar figure rests upon the remnants of the fallen structure. All around it, things look similar as if the end of times has come for this little piece of civilization. The figure in the shot sits upon the rubble, clad in a black wardrobe of ripped jeans, boots, and a hooded denim jacket over a tank top. One hand clutches onto the United States (of Anarchy) Title draped over the shoulder of the reigning champion.

Adrianna Salvatore: You’ve been quiet lately. Not so much overall. However...it seems like you’ve gone quiet in your campaign against me. Oh, you were so headstrong in calling me out for what you so desperately want to take from me.

She looks down at the title on her shoulder.

Adrianna Salvatore: For a man who seemed so sure that you will succeed where others have failed, you’ve diverted your focus to matters elsewhere. Tell me, Graham, do you take me for a fool? Do you still think I underestimate your ability that I’m not dedicating every waking moment to ensuring that your and I’s confrontation ends the same way my past defenses have? Do you think I’ll let my guard down and that you can spring on me when I least expect it?

She shakes with quiet laughter, pulling the U.S Title from over her shoulder to hold it in front of her as she stares at the center plate.

Adrianna Salvatore: I have a responsibility with this title, Guillotine. A responsibility to maintain the absolute freedom it represents within the company that houses it. To allow someone who parades around like the headsman, taking the heads off of those who oppose law of the land, to take this away would be an utter failure on my part...and I do not fail, Graham Baker. On the contrary, I stay one step ahead of my opposition all the time. So while you’ve been distracting yourself, I’ve been preparing; preparing for the method of which I will destroy the next sheep who thinks he can restore forced order to things. I’ve been planning the execution of the executioner.

She still doesn’t look at the camera; rather she lifts her head and just stares ahead as she rests the U.S Title in her lap.

Adrianna Salvatore: See...before one went to the guillotine...they spent a period of time behind bars. Did you know they used to execute the mentally ill?

She very briefly looks at the camera before back ahead of her.

Adrianna Salvatore: They used to execute the criminally insane like common criminals. It was cheaper than attempting to treat or hold them in confinement. Sometimes they used to torture them prior. It was as if they felt there was a justice in causing them the agony and misery they’d caused their victims. It sounds righteous in a way. So...that’s what I’ve decided for you, Graham Baker. People might call us both insane so we’re going to take a journey into our own shared, personal hell where our merit and sense of self preservation...where our will to succeed will decide which of us will climb to freedom and which of us will be left to rot in the deepest pit of our minds. We’re both going to be committed, Graham. We will self commit...we will torture each other...beat each other...destroy each other...until one of us ends up on that executioner’s block...while the other digs deep within themselves and finds the will to climb to freedom….

She sets the U.S Title back on her shoulder as she pushes up to her feet and finally turns her head towards the camera.

Adrianna Salvatore: August 4th, Graham Baker...I’ll bid thee welcome...to the Anarchy Asylum….

Turning away from the camera, Adrianna walks in the opposite direction, through the piles of smoldering rubble as the shot fades out.

We come backstage to show Nathanael Morian and Jason Hardwick.

Jason Hardwick: Thank you for joining me, Nathanael. We got to see Nathanael get an impressive debut victory on Trauma this past Tuesday. Have anything to say about your debut?

Nathanael Morian: Thank you, yes I do. Tahti, you put up a hell of a fight. You ain’t got nothing to be ashamed of. You put up a hell of a fight. Someone I definitely look forward to facing again in the future.

Jason Hardwick: Well, now that you’ve got your first match, your first win, what are your thoughts on NFW and wrestling?

Nathanael chuckles slightly and looks directly into the camera. His amber yellow, yes yellow, eyes seem to stare out at anyone watching. Like he could actually see you through the camera.

Nathanael Morian: Yes. You see, I’ve noticed that NFW has a hell of a roster. Both on Trauma and Collision. Tough people all around. But then there are those who enjoy violence for violence’s sake. They think it’s fun just to hurt people. They don’t care about anything but their own satisfaction.

Nathanael scoffs and shakes his head.

Nathanael Morian: It’s people like that that I can’t stand. Don’t get mistaken. I can get violent when it calls for it. But just to hurt people? Just because you think it’s fun? That doesn’t sit right with me. You see, I am a firm believer in Vengeance. Some of you out that have a load coming your way. And I have no problem being its instrument. Memorize my face. Because for some of you, it’ll be the last one you see.

Nathanael glares into the camera for a moment. He then walks off-screen as the scene fades.
The scene suddenly scratches out and is revealed back to a dark conclave. Dim lights shine about the room as Sela-Rica Lark kneels down, head bent over, hair covering her face. She is notably in an elegant dress that flows and pools around her in a dazzling crimson silk. Slowly her head comes up.

Sela: Did you think I had simply vanished? That I was going to leave Trauma on the lowest note one can find in this business? Failed to capture the championship. Failed to earn the spot in the Pyramid.

Her hair still drapes over her face as her head begins to loll. Underneath her hair though, the formations of a smile can be seen.

Sela: No, no, I am not so easily cast away. I have been reorganizing. Biding. Waiting. Planning. But it seems there are some who have chosen to push themselves as interests in line for the title. Heh, and they have clearly thought that my silence was my leave.

Sela's head continues to roll about, her arms finally coming up slowly.

Sela: You heard something earlier that forced me back now. Seems there's some who feel that there is a glut of violence in our industry. An overabundance of fighting in a combat sport. Pfeh, and these same some wonder what it will take to earn their chance. Allow me to make a light explanation.

Sela gracefully rises from her kneeling.

Sela: You see, there's this thing that I kind of like. Sort of my own lifeblood. It may be the only thing that matters to me more than anything else in this world. It's playtime. And what is playtime? It's fun. And what is fun? Pain. Suffering. Agony.

In a fully standing position, Sela's eyes suddenly become hyper focused in an intense glare at the camera.

Sela: Violence. Pure and unadulterated. The only thing that is more precious than diamonds and more beautiful than waking up in the arms of the man I love every morning. It is my playtime. To walk into that ring, my playground, and make people kneel, bow to me and put them under my spiked boot where they belong. Only to drive that spike into them, to hear them scream one last time.

As Sela closes, her eyes begin to close as her lips curl into an almost satisfied smile.

Sela: Ah, can you taste it yet? The iron of the crimson life. Sssss, it's addicting. And you can only understand why once you have played and not called this violence fighting. It is to be enjoyed.

The lights around Sela begin to fade.

Sela: To be coveted. To be nourished. You'll soon see, when Trauma's rivers run red once more. They herald the return of the Underground Queen.

As the lights leave Sela's face moving her into complete darkness, there is nothing but her laughter echoing in the conclave. For a moment, it's just her laughing until suddenly, she shoots forward at the camera. The expression is of pure rage as the camera statics out.

The Dragon versus The Coyote. Dokueki and Arley Kirk met in the center of the ring, jawjacking as was expected for two heated rivals. Arley looked more angry than anything while Dokueki seemed to be taunting her. The Japanese woman reached up, tugging on Arley’s mask until Kirk smacked her hand away and shoved her back, telling her to bring it. Dokueki answered, spitting in her face. Kirk answered back, firing off with a forearm, and another forearm, and another. Arley Kirk let out a barrel of boiling anger, backing Dokueki into the corner with vicious strikes, getting the crowd rallied behind her, even as the referee called for her to let Dokueki out of the corner. Kirk whipped her out of the corner, across the ring into the other; the former tag team champion followed in with a Monkey Flip that threw the Dragon overhead and onto the mat. The Coyote hopped onto the middle turnbuckle then and leapt off with a Missile Dropkick to the back of the sitting Dragon’s neck, finally going for a cover and getting a nearfall. Kirk sprung to her feet, hitting the ropes again and went for a Running Shooting Star Press but Dokueki got her knees up, causing Kirk to land across them with her ribs.

As Kirk held her ribs, Dokueki pulled her up to her feet and started laying in with the palm strikes followed by Muay Thai knee strikes and elbow strikes to wear down the Coyote. Dokueki’s barrage ended with a brutal, discus lariat that knocked Arley over the top rope and to the floor. Dokueki followed her out immediately. Dokueki kept up the offense, driving forearms and fists into her adversary. She grabbed hold of Arley’s hair, running her face into the ring apron then again into the barricade. She went for a third ram but Arley blocked it with her hands and drove an elbow into her ribs before returning the favor and slamming Dokueki’s face into the apron. The two women continued to brawl and the referee counted for them to get back into the ring to no avail, finally reaching the count to twenty as The Dragon and The Coyote fought their way up the ramp, continuing to do so until referees poured from the back to pry them apart as the show ended up having to go abruptly off the air due to time.