Aftershock #6 8/8/20

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. Tonight we’ll see some NFW debuts among some returning stars. We’ve got Carter Slade versus River Chance, Leo Cook versus Savannah Sunshine and finally, we’ll see FM Young take on Runa Olsen. Let’s buckle down for Aftershock!

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As the bell rings, the two come out of their corners where River Chance offers a handshake. Smiling, Carter Slade takes the handshake and returns it before suddenly yanking River in and nails her with a Short Left Arm Clothesline. The crowd boos the man as he pulls River up to her feet and blasts her with a European Uppercut; and another...and another. River falls into the ropes and stumbles back into a kick to the midsection before Slade hoists her up for a Snap Suplex and a nearfall that she kicks out of, rather explosively. Slade picks her up and hits a couple more strikes before whipping her into the ropes again. River catches her arms on the ropes. Slade comes running and the woman rushes forward, blasting him with a Discus Lariat. It doesn’t quite floor the 222 pounder but a second, charging clothesline knocks him flat on the mat. As he starts to get up, River picks him up for a Pumphandle Slam, wowing the crowd as always with her power as she drills Slade back down. As soon as Slade goes to sit up, River catches him in a Rear Chinlock, starting to wear him down with her raw grappling power.

Slade powered up to his feet and threw elbows back into River’s ribs to break free. She released his chin but quickly caught a grip around his waist and tossed him back with a German Suplex with a bridge for a nearfall on her end. Slade stayed on the mat and River took advantage, hitting the ropes for a big Legdrop. This jolted Slade to life a little and he pulled himself up in the corner where, unfortunately for him, River came charging in and landed a big Corner Splash. Slade stumbled out right into her grasp where River lifted him for a Stalling Vertical Suplex. She held him up until he started kicking his legs to get himself down and slip free of her hold. He shoved River back with a Forearm Shiver, following up with a brutal European Uppercut. River slumped to one knee and Slade grabbed her by the wrists, reared his leg back and smashed his knee right into her face - BAD MOON RISING!!! River appeared almost limp in Slade’s hold as he pulled her forward by the arms and lifted her up, scooping her into position. KILLING BLOW for the cover and pinfall victory.

August 4th, 2020

SUDDEN DEATH

Porcelain & The Tramp’s “King Of The World” can be heard out in the arena as United States Champion, Adrianna Salvatore comes storming through the curtain and into the backstage area. She walks up to the table where she plops the title belt down with a clatter and a thud. She grabs one of the bottles of beer out of an ice bucket and uses the table to pop the cap off. Cameras go off, snapping shots of the bloody faced blonde as she takes a pull off of her beer. She looks around at all of the press in front of her and shakes her head, shrugging her shoulders.

Adrianna Salvatore: What? Nothing? Nada? I said that Graham Baker was gonna endure hell and be left broken in the ring.

She points with her beer hand out towards the curtain.

Adrianna Salvatore: My money says he’s still lying in the ring, staring up at that hole in the cage, wondering what the fuck just happened, but you know what? Graham.

She turns to the main camera focused on her so she can look directly at the viewers.

Adrianna Salvatore: You have my respect. You cherish your wins and you don’t make excuses when you lose. Unlike hypocritical bitches in this company who cry foul when their underhanded plan doesn’t play out. You will be champion in the New Frontier someday, Baker. Probably sooner than later. This.

She wipes the blood off of her face and shows her hand to the camera; like she’s just touched a surface of wet paint.

Adrianna Salvatore: Nobody’s made me bleed this damn much. You’ve got it. You just gotta hone it, but for now, the United States of Anarchy stands tall, and that’s just a goddamn fact.

She pulls from her beer again and wipes her bloody hand off on a towel before picking her title up and holding it at her side in one hand. She starts to leave when a reporter speaks up.

Reporter: What about Tahti Kuu? She’s been calling you out for a fight and you’ve yet to answer her.

Adrianna Salvatore: What, you think I’m ducking her? Is that it?

Reporter: Well no, I--

Adrianna Salvatore: Shut up! Get this on the record. Tahiti Kuu wants a fight? She knows where to find me, and since I still got this?

She holds up the United States Championship, dangling it up by her head.

Adrianna Salvatore: You can consider it a championship opportunity. Name the time. Name the place. Let’s fuck, sweetheart.

Adrianna lowers her title and walks out of the interview room, beer and title in hand as the reporters clamor to try and get more questions for her. She’s gone, however, and the shot fades out.
As the crowd inside the arena seems quite ready for what's next they suddenly rise to there feet hearing music that fans of this company have not heard before.

A Warning, to the people, the good and the evil. THIS IS WAR.... Those words flash across the screen and can be heard over the speakers as the rest of the song This is War by 30 Seconds to Mars continues to play and out steps Leo Cook. He stops at the top of the ramp with a salute toward the camera then reaches into his leather jacket pulling out a microphone as he surveys around looking and listening for a moment.

Leo Cook: A bit of a mixed reaction it seems... To those clapping I thank you and to those few boos I am hearing... What in the world is the matter with you? Don't you know who I am? Well if you don't allow me to tell you for I am Leo Cook an American Hero. Former Army Ranger who is now in the business of pro wrestling.

Leo puts the mic down for a minute and still notices a mixture of cheers and boos. He now walks from one side of the ramp to the other side to make sure he is hearing them clearly. Once he is sure he heard them clearly he walks back to the middle putting the microphone back up to his mouth.

Leo Cook: I you know fought for this country for five years so I think those that are booing me could show just a little more respect! As, for those that are cheering I thank you and you are welcome all at the same time. You see my story is a simple one. I was a farm boy who went to wrestling school at the age of sixteen and within a year I was wrestling on a big stage. I then left that stage one more year later to serve my country and dang it serve it I did. But, my five year journey with the Army has now come to an end and my journey back into wrestling is just beginning.

Leo once more puts the mic down and even gives the camera a smile as he seems proud of the story he just told. However some of the people in the audience seem to not have enjoyed it as more boos come and some cheers still. Leo gets a bit of a disturbed look across his face.

Leo Cook: Alright I get it the ones that are booing this American Hero think I do deserve to be cheered because I haven't proven myself here in this company yet perhaps? Well if that is the case and I sure hope it is because if you are booing me over the fact that I served our nation well then you are ungrateful and the exact type of people that are making this country worse! Now with that being said I do make my in ring debut tonight against little Miss Savannah Sunshine. Now this girl claims she had a demon in her once upon a time and seems to not think about the possible things that I have been through. I mean does she have any idea what I have seen? Or, even what I have had to do? No the answer is no. But, that's okay because here tonight little Miss Savannah Sunshine will get beat in that ring and will respect me just like all of you who have booed me because I am the American Hero around here and deserve the respect!

With that Leo puts the microphone on the ground of the steel ramp then looks to his left, right and even a far to get a measure for how the crowd was treating him before turning and walking backstage.

Match #2. Singles Match

Leo Cook v. Savannah Sunshine

Leo and Savannah came into this match, both looking to make a massive statement here tonight on Aftershock. The two of them traded blows back and forth with each other, neither one being able to gain a clear advantage early on in the match. But it was jumping high knee from Savannah that caught Leo flush and stunned him for a moment that gave Savannah the opening she needed to bring the match into her favor. After the stunning move, Savannah followed up by hitting the ropes and delivering a spear before picking Leo up and delivering a Fisherman’s suplex and hooking the leg only to get a two count. She continued mounting the pressure on Leo as she delivered Sweet Tooth before climbing up to the top rope and delivering a double foot stomp and once again going for a pin and only getting a two count.

Savannah picked Leo up from the mat and looked to deliver Goodnight Moon, but Leo was able to counter out of the Northern Lights Suplex and deliver Russian Leg Sweep before picking Savannah up and delivering a stalling vertical suplex. He picks her up from the mat and sends her into the ropes. As Savannah comes off the ropes, Leo delivers a big boot that drives the woman down to the mat and Leo drops for a cover, but only gets a two count. Leo once again picks Savannah up to her feet and this time, and he delivers a tombstone piledriver and hooks the leg and gets the three count.

“War is the Answer” by Five Finger Death Punch hits the speakers, and the crowd at the Collision Center looks up the ramp questioningly. The trademark Dragon image clutching a hatchet in each foreclaw fills the screen before shattering to reveal the name “Dokueki”. But this isn’t the Dokueki the crowd remembers. The woman appears on the stage, no war club, and not in ring gear. Instead, she’s wearing a tight green button up with a black suit coat and slacks. She’s got a pair of sunglasses on her face, and a pair of shiny black dress shoes on as she makes her way to the ring, microphone in hand. She climbs into the ring, and makes her way to the corner, leaning against it with a cocky grin on her face. The crowd is confused, and that confusion continues to mount as the next song hits the system.

ZZ Top's "Sharp Dressed Man" begins to play over the speakers as the lights flicker in the arena just to add some effect. NFW Commissioner Steven Brody steps through the curtain with a calm, friendly smile on his face as he gives a small wave to the fans. As he walks down the ramp, he takes one side of the walkway, calmly slapping hands in the front row as he walks to the ring. He ascends the steps and enters through the top and middle rope, raising a hand to the crowd again. Brody walks across the ring to take a microphone from the ring announcer before stepping back to the center of the ring as the music fades away.

Dokueki grins at Brody, who holds out an arm to signal that the Dragon has the floor.

Dokueki: As many of you know… I wrestled my final match for NFW at Sudden Death in a loss to the Suicide Blonde Arley Kirk.

The crowd kicks up, chants of "Thank You Dragon" come from the sparse crowd in attendance, but she allows them to continue for a bit before continuing to speak.

Dokueki: When I came to America, I was… trapped in an illusion created in my own mind. I was undefeated in over 15 years of competition in my home country. I started off that way when I began wrestling here. And then my perception of reality was shattered the first time I heard a referee count to three, and it was my shoulders on the mat, not the other way around. What's one loss? Nothing. But it wasn't just one loss. As a matter of fact, here in NFW, my singles record… well it wasn't great.

The crowd is silent as Dokueki speaks.

Dokueki: Then I severely injured a woman. Out of my own rage and anger with myself, I did the unthinkable. That wasn't a 'I don't wrestle safe, so things happen' injury. I bit Arley Kirk with the full intent of maiming her, scarring her physique permanently. Thankfully, that won't be the case, but I digress. I knew once my time with the Coyote was concluded, I would be stepping out of the ring as a competitor for the last time.

Dokueki looks over at Brody, who holds his hands up. She nods before continuing.

Dokueki: I realized just how tough these men and women in America are. I realized that I may not be able to compete here at the level I once did in Japan. I could, however, use the large quantity of money someone with a career as long as mine tends to have, so long as they do not waste it on ignorant and lavish purchases. So, what was once a rumor floating around certain circles I am now here to confirm.

The Asian woman smirks, pointing to the Tron. The Dragon image is shown again, head back with a roar. In its foretalons now, instead of hatchets, is a banner with three letters on it. DDW. Dokueki turns to Brody, signaling he has the floor.

Steven Brody: It is my honor and privilege to announce that starting October 1st, 2020, at New Korakuen Hall in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania, Dragon's Den Wrestling will have their first live show. Why am I here? Dokueki has asked, and I have agreed, to a partnership, making DDW a sister company to NFW. All monthly DDW shows will be available to watch, streaming live the night they air, on the NFW network.

Dokueki: What is Dragon’s Den Wrestling, you ask? Simple. I am combing the globe, looking for young, fresh female talent to bring into a company that is a unique blend of Japanese Puroresu and American Professional wrestling. A company full of rookies who I am looking to build a brand on the backs of. Tonight, I introduce you to the first fully contracted member of the DDW roster.

Dokueki points up the ramp. The Dragon’s own music hits again, but the woman who steps through the curtain is unmistakable. Clad in a tight black dress and heels, with the Luchacore title over her shoulder, is Yuka Hirata. Yuka waves politely to the fans as they cheer for the former NFW talent. Dokueki sits down on the middle rope, and Brody holds up the top one, allowing Yuka to climb in with ease. She silently thanks both Do and Brody before taking her place in the center of the ring, waving to the crowd with a smirk.

Dokueki: So to all of you aspiring female wrestlers out there, the world over. Are you looking for a brand that will see you on screen every month? A brand where no matter who you are, or where you come from, you will receive training from the top personal trainer that money can buy? I’m looking to build a brand using women like you, but I’m not looking to build a huge roster. Contact me via social media immediately if you are interested in joining Dragon Den’s Wrestling.

Steven Brody: I believe that’s it for me, right Do?

She laughs and nods, shaking hands with Brody before he exits.

Dokueki: Now. Another important piece of business that I must attend to. I meant to do this at Sudden Death, but after a match like the one I had, I figured I would put it off until today.

The Asian walks a circle around Yuka, eyeing her up and down.

Dokueki: You and I have, for all intents and purposes, been together the entirety of my time in America, young Wolf. A relationship that we have made no effort to hide, but also have not felt the need to paste all over social media. Now, I put that relationship to the ultimate test.

The Dragon steps up to the Wolf, grabbing the title belt off her shoulder and gently laying it on the mat. Yuka raises an eyebrow, confused, because Dokueki doesn’t stand up, kneeling in front of her.

Dokueki: You have made me the happiest “mean bitch” in all of wrestling these past months. I have known since the end of our first few weeks that you were the woman I was meant to find. Yuka Hirata.

The Asian woman reaches into her pocket, taking out a small box and opening it, holding one of Yuka’s hands in her own.

Dokueki: Will you do the honor of giving me your last name, and becoming my wife?

Yuka’s eyes widen with shock, her free hand covering her mouth as she begins to cry, nodding excitedly. The crowd cheers as Dokueki slips the ring onto the younger Asians finger. The two of them hug each other tight before turning to the crowd with a wave. “War is the Answer” hits the NFW speakers one last time as Dokueki and Yuka exit the ring, and make their way up the ramp.

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Match #3. Singles Match

FM Young v. Runa Olsen

As soon as the bell rang, Runa tried to mount some sort of offense against FM, but nothing she was throwing at FM seemed to be doing much of anything. Finally, FM grabbed Runa by the wrist and pulled her into a short arm elbow smash. She repeated this move a couple of times before she took Runa and sent her into the ropes. Runa came off the ropes and she ran right into a beautiful spinebuster by FM who then got down into the mount position and started to rain down lefts and rights before getting up to her feet and dragging Runa into position where she delivered Negasonic Warhead! FM wasn’t done there though as she picked Runa up and onto her shoulders before delivering Heart of the Phoenix and hooking the leg to get the win.