NFW Aftershock #5! Chicago, Illinois! 08/01/2020!

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. We’ve got some unseen footage from this week's Collision and so much more. We’ve actually got three matches for you guys this episode. A little treat from booking to you folks. We’re gonna see some of the Kingdom in action as Lluvia Cane faces off with Leah Aguero and Sativa Nevaeh takes on relative newcomer, Teresa Duke. Finally, we’ll see the Train Wreck, big bad Tren Descarrilado in action against Dylan Drake of The Brothers Drake. You don’t wanna miss this episode so without further adieu, let’s get it underway!
We shift to the hallways of the Collision Center as the crew is busy tearing down after the show. Josh Davidson waits just outside the locker room area. Minoru Tanahashi walks out sporting a much more casual look than normal, plain jeans, black t-shirt, and a grey face covering. He drags his bag behind him as his head hangs down a bit. He just sighs as he sees Josh and resigns himself to walk over

Minoru Tanahashi: Are you waiting for me or someone that actually won tonight?

Josh Davidson: I actually was waiting for you Minoru. Tough loss out there obviously. Do you think having less time than the others to recover might have had something to do with it? Or the fact that you arguably had the toughest of the four matches? Or the fact that literally everyone you hoped would win, ended up on the losing side of thing?

Minoru Tanahashi: It would be easy to say all those things contributed. It would also be easy to shove a road flare up your asshole and call you a rocket. Wouldn’t make it true. Might make me feel a bit better.

Josh Davidson: Please don’t do that.

Minoru finally looks up at Josh and gives a slight chuckle, then shakes his head and waves his hand as if to say no.

Minoru Tanahashi: Don’t worry Josh, I’m not going to do that. Honestly, all I want to do is go back to my hotel, drink, and try to move on. I mean where do I go from here? I came back, had an amazing match, got this opportunity, squandered it, and now I’m stuck in limbo. Yes, I have the Vlad Blackheart Memorial tournament coming up, but there’s still a good bit of time between then and now. What do I do at Cruel Summer? Sit around, enjoy catering, and watch other people fight for titles?

Josh Davidson: The memorial is definitely a chance to get back to your winning ways and maybe gain that title shot. Griffin Hawkins debuted in it last year, won the whole damn thing, and became champion.

Minoru Tanahashi: He did, and if that was going to be my debut in NFW, I would be looking to do the same thing. It isn’t though, and I need to find a way to make sure people don’t forget about me between now and then. I just… I’m not sure how. I mean I came back and beat the number one contender for the Silver Mountain title, one of the most talked about people on the roster. Love her, hate her, find her annoying as hell, or oddly endearing, she makes sure everyone knows who she is. Even with me beating her, still more attention on her and she’s got her title match.

He sighs, lowers his head and starts to walk off, but then turns back and grabs Josh’s shoulder.

Minoru Tanahashi: Wait wait, I just thought about something. I beat the number one contender for the Silver Mountain title, right?

Josh Davidson: You did, and it was a great match. Arguably the best match of your NFW tenure.

Minoru Tanahashi: If I beat the top contender, shouldn’t that make me the top contender?

Josh Davidson: Well I’m not sure. That match is already set and I think contracts have been signed and you couldn’t really just.

Minoru Tanahashi: Look look, I’m not trying to steal Cass’ shot. Yes, I want everyone to remember who I am and how good I am, but I wouldn’t try to screw her like that. I’m just saying, why not a triple threat match? The crowds love those, and the champ might not be really happy about that, or the challenger, but I beat the top contender. You beat a top contender, you should become a top contender. I… I gotta see if I can make this happen.

Minoru walks off, a new sense of purpose in him as he nods to himself and starts thinking of ways to enact his new plan.
Backstage in the Collision Center, The Second City Riot Squad are seen preparing for Leah’s upcoming match against Lluvia Caine. Jed Coffey is holding a punching bag steady as Leah Aguero lays in a series of jabs and crosses into the bag. All the while, Layla Diaz is seated in the background scrolling through her phone.

Jed Coffey: Come on now, my Beesh. Is that all you got? I’m going to need you to smash it like a gorilla. I want to feel it. Come on now.

Leah Aguero’s blows start to land a bit harder with Jed Coffey’s motivation.

Jed Coffey: Get it, girl. Come on. Harder. Harder. Make me feel it.

Sweat beads off of Leah’s forehead and she picks up the tempo with each advancing shot.

Jed Coffey: I can feel it, Beesh. It’s coming. Keep going. You’re almost there.

Leah finishes off with a right cross that pushes Jed back just a bit.

Leah Aguero: I can’t. What the fuck is wrong with you? It’s like you’ve got the mind of a child.

Jed Coffey stares at her doe eyed.

Jed Coffey: It’s motivation, my Beesh. Just trying to get those juices flowing.

Leah Aguero: Well, stop. Do you understand the importance of tonight?

Jed Coffey: You’re going up against Lluvia Caine. It’s a one off match on Aftershock. What’s the big deal? You’re the resident badass of SCRS so it’s not like it’s that big of a deal.

Leah Aguero: That’s your problem. It should always be a big deal. Each and every time you go out to that ring, you’re out there to make a statement. We’re not in NFW to make friends. We’re not here to pal around with people in order to get over. We don’t play nice with others. There’s a reason why we’re so disliked around these parts and it’s because they are hating on us.

Jed Coffey: You guys are the NFW Tag Team Champions after all. That paints a pretty big target on your back.

Leah Aguero: You’re damn right it does and that’s specifically why tonight’s match is so important. It sets a precedence. Take a minute to look around the landscape a bit and see what’s really going on. You don’t seem to think it’s a little awkward that they just so happen to throw me into a match two nights before Diaz and I defend the belts? You don’t seem to think it’s a little off that we don’t even know who our opponents are at Sudden Death yet? All we know is it’s members of House Crowley. It can be any combination of them. Hell, they could even be bringing in someone new from the outside in efforts to take these belts off of us. Get it yet?

Jed Coffey: It’s a conspiracy. It’s all a cover up. Oh my God. How did I not see it before? Just like the moon landing. Just like those odd balls that think the world is round. Yo, Beesh. I think this goes higher than just NFW. I think it’s the government that’s out to get those belts off of you.

Leah Aguero: I’m being serious. Tonight, I’m taking on Lluvia Caine. Moe and her already earned their shot at the NFW Tag Team Titles so this is almost a preview of sorts of what’s to come. Everyone’s already bolstering how it’s not a done deal of Queen’s Guard versus SCRS. No, they lean towards the side that it very well be Queen’s Guard versus House Crowley. Tonight, I silence those critics as I shut Lluvia down. Tuesday night, we solidify that SCRS ain’t someone to mess with. Tonight is just like any other night and that’s a chance to make a statement. SCRS is the premiere team here in NFW. I’m no slouch. Diaz is going to show she’s no slouch when the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament rolls around. You? Well, you just continue to do what you do. Since we came here in NFW everyone’s been talking about Kingdom versus Kwonspiracy. What they fail to realize is SCRS, while a division of Kwonspiracy, is a whole separate entity unto itself. If they haven’t learned that yet, they sure will starting tonight. First Lluvia Caine. Then House Crowley. After that, Queen’s Guard is in the crosshairs. So it is written, so it shall come to pass. SCRS is where it’s at and we get what we want, BY ANY MEANS NECESSARY.

Jed Coffey nods approvingly.

Leah Aguero: Diaz! Eyes up. We’re headed to the ring.

With that, the show switches back to the ringside area.


Lluvia Cane and Leah Aguero come right out the gate with the trash talk. Lluvia’s letting everyone know to Behold The Kingdom, but Leah’s just making the “yap yap yap” motion with her hand in her face, jabbing her finger in Lluvia’s face as she throws some zingers right back. Lluvia gets right up in Leah’s face and the Tag Team Champion throws out her arms - “whatchu gonna do?” Whatever she’s said before really pissed Lluvia off and the Cherokee Rose suddenly just shoves the War Queen back violently. Leah comes back and SLAPS Lluvia across the cheek. This acts like hitting a switch on Lluvia that says “Go” and one half of the Queen’s Guard explodes into action, catching Leah off guard with a series of vicious rights. She backs Leah into the ropes and whips her into the other side. Lluvia misses a Clothesline but stops short and as Leah comes back off the ropes again, Lluvia nails her with a big boot. She followed up with a Standing Moonsault Legdrop and a cover for a two count. Lluvia continued to work the Tag Team Champion over, getting her on the ropes again before running across, rebounding and coming back for a lariat but Leah Aguero dropped down, pulling the top rope down with her and Lluvia Cane spilled out onto the floor, eating it with a nasty landing. Lluvia took a nasty spill but she managed to get to her feet. It was what Leah was clearly waiting for as she came across the ring and flew through the ropes with a Suicide Dive, driving Lluvia into the guard rail. Leah was right back to the jawacking as she pulled herself up to her feet and stood over Lluvia, beginning to stomp away at her before she picked her up to her feet and proceeded to bounce her head off of every surface around them. Ring apron. Guard rail. Ring post. She finally picked Cane up and dropped her across the commentary table before sliding back into the ring, taunting her to get back into the ring.

Cane made it back in at about 17. As she started getting back up, Leah grabbed her and lifted her up to deliver a sitout powerbomb. She held on for the pinfall but only got a two count. Leah came off the ropes with a springboard moonsault while Lluvia was still down then picked her back up to her feet. Leah went for a Michinoku Driver but Cane slipped down behind Aguero and landed on her feet. Leah spun around and got grabbed into a DDT hold but she managed to slip out and nailed Lluvia with a kick to the midsection. She went for another powerbomb but Lluvia powered her right up and delivered a brutal Alabama Slam to the mat. Lluvia climbed to the top turnbuckle, looking for Truth and Grief but while the referee was paying attention to Leah Aguero, holding her back to the point it looked like she might be actually hurt, SCRS member Layla Diaz appeared from out of the crowd, ran up onto the apron and pushed Lluvia off of the turnbuckle, causing her to eat nasty landing onto the mat. She dropped down behind the apron before the referee caught wind of her presence. Suddenly, The War Queen pulled herself up to her feet as the Cherokee Rose rolled onto all fours and started trying to get up, biting through the pain. Leah Aguero was waiting for that exact position, however, and ran in to deliver The Endgame with a vicious pop of an impact and a snap up of Lluvia’s head before she hit the mat and Aguero went for the cover, scoring the three count.

As a transition graphic, the NFW logo fills the screen until the yellow Aftershock logo slams down. It shatters the glass in a beautiful display! Glass shards shoot in each direction as we shift to an unseen highlight of Collision #83, according to a small graphic that stays in the bottom-left corner.

Now we see the view of a ringside cameraperson who walks through the curtain. The member of the NFW crew passes the go area and arrives at the backstage labyrinth. The interview area is nearby, while those not booked tonight eat at catering. Continuing at the same pace, the backstage tourist crosses many familiar names making themselves at home. These include a ready Minoru Tanahashi talking to his friend Kyle, the Super Awesome Crime Tackling Action Patrol (SACTAP for short) Lash Donohue & Keiji Kugiwara, and the ever-dangerous Eddy Malcovich! It’s truly a living, breathing world back here! We turn to see the Kingdom locker room door where the sneaky NFW Silver Mountain Championship number one contender puts her index finger to her pursed lips to hush everyone watching. The muffled murmurings of the Kingdom members were audible but unintelligible. With a wily grin, Cass grabs a paper clip out of her leather moto jacket pocket and a tension wrench. With a little finagling and a few faint clicks, the former journalist manages to pop open the door slightly to her silent delight!

Cass watches as the girls of the Kingdom come into view. Most of them all gathered around one another, but Morgan is obviously absent. The girls were all milling about doing their own things with Jasmine lounging near the right corner of the room with her head lying off the edge of a couch humming softly to herself.

Nick Hanson: What is Cass think she’s doing?! That’s the Kingdom’s locker room! Is she insane?!

Matt Salvatore: She’s cunning. It looks like she’s trying to get under the champion’s skin.

Nick Hanson: Frankly, it’s reckless!

It wasn’t more than a few moments of watching the red-haired woman’s head bobbing to some silent music only she could hear before the two pale, icy blue eyes fell on the door. They were more cautious now with that painted up freak running around.

Jasmine could see through the crack in the door that it wasn’t Asmodeus. The face was the wrong shade of white being the biggest give away. Jasmine rolls backward off the couch to her knees and pushes herself up to her feet. The girl's eyes all turn to the woman as she crosses the room, giving the faintest little shake of her head to keep them back.

Part of her was tempted to kick the door and have it fly outward but damned if it wasn’t an inward opening door. Black painted nails appeared in Cass’s vision, and the door pulled open, revealing the red-haired woman on the other side. When she saw it was Cass Baumer, Jasmine shook her head and motioned with a thumb toward the hallway.

Jasmine: Can I help you? You lost?

Attempting to show she means no harm with a triumphant smirk, Cass raises her palms to the Kingdom as her new audience surrounds her. A hint of fear flashed in her dark blue eyes. Still, the Kiwi looks pleased by the outcome in her pink Queen’s Guard t-shirt in support of “The Cosplay Princess” Moe Renhuan and "The Cherokee Princess" Lluvia Cane underneath her open jacket.

Cass Baumer: After all I’ve done for you guys, haven’t I gained enough goodwill to AT LEAST respond to what you’ve said at Collision #82? You didn’t exactly make communication easy when you blocked me on Twitter.

With a shaky voice, Baumer speaks with all the confidence she can muster.

Jasmine: Communication? Done for us?

Jasmine let out the faintest little chuckle, a throaty purring laugh, and shook her head.

Jasmine: I thought I made my intentions clear when I did exactly that? You picked your side. Now I repeat, Can. I. Help. You?

The New Zealand-born deathmatch wrestler adjusts her jacket with a satisfied hum as she takes her place as the center of attention.

Cass Baumer: As a matter of fact, yeah! You can help by putting those ears to good use and listening to what I’ve got to say.

Matt Salvatore: I know it’s what she does, but this could lead to a world of hurt when Cruel Summer rolls around on August 25th, am I right?

Nick Hanson: Forget Cruel Summer, Matt! Cass is surrounded by the Kingdom right now! She might not make it that far.

Cass Baumer: When I came to New Frontier Wrestling, I specially asked to sign with Collision ‘cause I wanted to be on the brand the Kingdom called home. I made hospital visits. I bought the merchandise. I comforted the others the best I could ‘cause you were too emotionally stunted and self-obsessed to do it yourself in any other way than sex! And as time went by, I’ve come to realize you’re an awful ‘queen’ who doesn’t give a shit about anyone in this room just like you didn’t give a fuck about Morgan!

The fast-talking Kiwi shouts the words with righteous indignation, knowingly standing in the middle of enemy territory. Everyone’s gaze was upon her.

Cass Baumer: When I brought that to your attention, you’ve decided to hide deeper into that isolationist bunker you love so much to ignore the outside world and all accountability. You grew more arrogant with that NFW Silver Mountain Championship, and the theory you’ve started to think of the Kingdom as a real monarchy you’ve got full control of ain’t too far fetched to me. So the way I figure it is if I manage to collect that title instead and Fact Check ya back down to Earth, well…

Baumer looks around at each member of the Kingdom in this room, and then she looks back at Jasmine.

Cass Baumer: Maybe you’ll start to realize their words, their opinions, and their feelings matter too, eh?

She lets her words hang in the air for a moment, pointing to the Kingdom members around her.

Cass Baumer: I chose my side alright, Jasmine. It’s with them. Just not with you.

Jasmine stood listening, muttering things like “Uh huh” “Right” and “Mmhmm.” Even going as far as turning her gaze to the women behind her and finding no discord among them. No, it was beyond that. Beyond the red-haired woman was a sea of faces that looked back at Cass Baumer not as if she was wrong.

But as if she were flat out nuts.

Jasmine glanced behind her at the faces of the women in the room and opened a hand to them, motioned to Cass, and then turned back to face her laughing ever so gently. A glint of doubt creeps onto Baumer’s face as she instinctively backs up.

Jasmine: Right. Never cared. Nope, not at all. You’re spouting someone else’s tag line Cass, and that’s why I blocked you. You’re spouting propaganda designed to drive a wedge between Morgan and I. People saw an opening based around a decision I made for the good of the Collective’s oldest member, and you jumped on it like a bitch in heat.

Jasmine leans forward and whispers with that textbook arrogant smirk.

Jasmine: Like you always do.

She then leans back again and places one hand on the door and the other on the doorframe. Cass stands in the hallway now, the other Kingdom members watching it all unfold in front of them.

Jasmine: You won a shot at me, and you’ll get a shot at me. Because I’m a fucking Matthews and don’t duck anyone. Not the smallest dog in the yard. Not the biggest dog in the yard. No one. Your opinions about My Kingdom? They don’t matter. They’re irrelevant. You know...nothing about our inner workings. You know nothing about how we make decisions, and you know nothing about… well, fucking anything when it comes to the Kingdom. So? Since you didn’t get the message on the internet and… I know, I know, things can get jumbled on the internet. Lost in translation. SO! Let me go ahead and make sure you understand this one.

Jasmine then slams the door in Cass’s face, and the locks clicked, engaging them. For all intents and purposes, Jasmine has blocked Cass in real life.

As Baumer stands in the hallway after everything that went down, she pensively stares towards the tiled floor while the muted muttering inside the locker room begins again. She shakes her head back and forth, then clutches her silver angel pendant with her eyes on the camera lens before she walks away.

Sativa and Teresa came out to this match, both having something to truly prove, not only to themselves, but to the fans and management. The two women went right after each other and in the early going, Teresa used her size advantage to keep the much quicker Sativa grounded. Teresa looked to have Sativa on the ropes a little bit as she delivered a rolling elbow to Sativa as she rebounded off the ropes from an Irish Whip. Teresa continued to press, picking Sativa up to her feet and delivering a series of snap suplexes and finishing it off with a delayed vertical suplex, showing off her strength and power a little bit before hooking the leg and getting a two count. Teresa though didn’t look frustrated, instead she picked Sativa up and delivered a spinning back fist to stun the former World Champion. Teresa then hit the ropes and delivered a pounce that sent Sativa flying and out to the floor. Sativa didn’t get any sort of reprieve out there though as Teresa climbed to the top rope and as the Kingdom member got to her feet, Teresa launched with a flying crossbody that took Sativa back down to the floor. Teresa picked Sativa up and drove her back first into the ring apron a couple of times before delivering another snap suplex out onto the floor before rolling Sativa into the ring. Teresa once again climbs up to the top rope and this time, she goes for Over The Edge, but as she launches, Sativa manages to roll out of the way and Teresa crashes into the mat.

From there, Sativa manages to take over in this match as she hits the ropes and delivers a basement dropkick that connects right to the face of Teresa. She then climbs to the top rope and when Teresa gets to her feet, she launches and delivers a missile dropkick. She then picks Teresa up and locks in a dragon sleeper, but Teresa uses her strength to get out of the hold and deliver a side slam to Sativa. Teresa goes for a running senton, but Sativa brings her knees up and then grabs Teresa by the ankle and locks in an ankle lock. After a little while in the hold, Teresa is able to get to the bottom rope and force the break. Sativa releases the hold and Teresa rolls to the outside, but Sativa comes flying out of the ring with YEET! And takes Teresa down to the floor before rolling her back inside. Sativa comes back into the ring and as Teresa gets back up to her feet, Sativa delivers Got Em! She then climbs up to the top rope one more time and launches herself, delivering The Sonic Screwdriver and hooking the leg to get the victory.


The match begins, and Dylan Drake explodes out of the corner, throwing a hard lariat into Tren Descarrilado’s chest, causing the Hispanic superstar to stumble back a step, only to laugh and shake his head. Dylan throws a couple of shots, hitting Tren in the face, and the lunatic just eats them, lip busted as he laughs. Dylan hits the ropes, coming back and delivering a big boot which sends the Train Wreck over the top rope, and tumbling to the floor. Tren sneers as he rises to his feet, pulling a steel chair out from under the ring before sliding in under the ropes. The referee immediately gets in Tren’s face, pulling the chair out of his hands and tossing it aside. Tren and the referee argue, the referee threatening that if Descarrilado pulls another stunt like that he’s disqualified. Drake is smirking, turning to shrug to the audience. However, as he does, Katelin Arnett gets up onto the apron and as Dylan turns to Tren’s corner, Arnett brings the steel chair the referee had discarded down hard across the former bodybuilder's head, causing him to stumble backwards. Tren pushes past the referee, grabbing Dylan before executing BULLET TRAIN TO HELL! After delivering a brutal stomp to Drake’s head, Tren squats down, locking in RAILROAD CROSSING! Dylan does everything he can, but eventually the pain becomes too much to bear, and the rookie wrestler is forced to submit.

The referee grabs Tren’s arm, trying to break the hold, but Descarrilado doesn’t relent, wrenching back on Drake’s neck. The crowd pops as Dylan’s brother Torian comes running down the ramp. Tren lets go, turning to face the smaller man as he slides into the ring, sprinting forward looking to throw a lariat, but Descarrilado ducks, and slides out of the ring, immediately joined by Katelin, who is still holding the steel chair. Torian checks on his brother as Descarrilado and Arnett make their way back up the ramp.