NFW Trauma #26 - Chicago, IL! 10/27/2020!

Andrew Payne: Hello and welcome, ladies and gentlemen to tonight’s episode of NFW Trauma! This is Episode #26 and what a card we got lined up, tonight!

Miranda Augustino: ¡Simón, carnal! We got a title qualification match, we got a straight up title match. Katie baby’s defending her Undisputed Championship, Andy!

Andrew Payne: Who do you think the mystery challenger is, Mir?

Miranda Augustino: Sheeeeeeeeeyut, eye dee kay, cabron. But Katie baby don’t seem too happy about it. She’s had a lot of choice words for whoever it is. We gon’ find out!

Andrew Payne: We will, indeed. But before that, we’ll find out who the sixth entry into Wrestle War’s Hell In A Cell Six Pack Challenge is. So far, we know it’s Sela Rica-Lark, Carter Slade, Griffin Hawkins, and Graham Baker. We know we’ll see the United States Champion, Adrianna Salvatore herself there, since it is a U.S Title defense, but that’s only five! Tonight we’ll see a Fatal Fourway between F.M Young, Nathanael Morian, Leo Cook and...well….

Miranda Augustino: Haha, we got a qualification match for that fourth spot, too! Someone’s pulling double duty tonight, mi amigo! But who? S’it gonna be Kasey Kash or will it be Anaquin Adams?!

Andrew Payne: This card really it stacked, Miranda. Speaking of the competitors in that Cell match, we’ll be seeing them in action tonight, as well. Carter Slade will be facing Sela Rica-Lark and Griffin Hawkins, the Jukebox Hero, will be going one on one with the champion herself, Adrianna Salvatore. I bet it’d make him feel great to get a win over her tonight.

Miranda Augustino: Sure it would but my money says that the champ is looking to remind those competitors just what they’re stepping into a cage with. She ain’t gonna be locked in with them. They’re gonna be locked in with her!

Andrew Payne: Probably not a bad analogy, but time will tell, and on top of that, we’ve got the Number One Contender to the Undisputed Championship at WrestleWar in action tonight, as well. The winner of this year’s Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament, Super Tiger will go one on one with another competitor in that Cell match, but he’s also somewhat of a career rival to her, you could say. Talking about The Guillotine, Graham Baker, everyone.

Miranda Augustino: Ayyye, I’m fucking PUMPED, Andy!!!!

A banging can be heard as Miranda gets so amped up she just starts punching the table.

Andrew Payne: Whoa, whoa, whoa!! Hey!! HEY!! MIRANDA!!!!

Miranda Augustino: ¿Que pasa?

Andrew Payne: You wanna calm the hell down?

Miranda Augustino: Oh. Cool. My bad.

Andrew Payne: Right…. Anyways, welcome again, everyone. Time to get this show underway!

Miranda Augustino: WHOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!

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The scene opens up in a very beautiful backdrop of green grass, tall trees, a small creek running through. It’s a bright sunny day with a cloud full of beautiful white clouds. There are birds chirping and the sound of running water is heard. One might call it breathtakingly beautiful. Standing in the middle of an open field of grass, is the green haired warrior, “The Universal Superstar” Anaquin Adams.

Anaquin Adams: Can you see it?

She asks, looking back at the camera.

Voice: I mean, I can see it, but I can’t see it on the camera.

Says a male voice, probably the cameraman.

Anaquin Adams: What are you talking about? It’s right here.

She smacks her hand against something… but nothing.

Voice: I mean, I can see it though I don’t believe it, but I’m just saying the camera isn’t picking it up.

Anaquin Adams: So you’re telling me that even though you can see this giant piece of metal, it doesn’t show up on that camera?

Voice:Right. Right.

Anaquin Adams: I mean, how’m’I supposed to prove I have a spaceship if you’re camera won’t pick it up?

Voice: I don’t know anything about that, Ms. Adams.

Anaquin is obviously frustrated, wanting to show off her spaceship.

Anaquin Adams: Can you fix your camera or something?

Voice: I’m not sure there’s anything wrong with it.

Anaquin Adams: Okay, okay, okay. Just… keep rolling.

Anaquin takes a deep breath and then looks at the camera.

Anaquin Adams: It’s your girl, Anaquin Adams the “Universal Superstar” at your service today! It’s a big day on Trauma. I have my second match and it’s a big one because the winner of the match gets a big time opportunity and I’m all about big-time opportunities! I’m all about getting a shot at Adrianna Salvatore and her United States Championship at WrestleWar in a couple of short months! Before I do that, however, I gotta get by the independent crooner of NFW in the form of Kasey Kash, who I might add, has a new record coming out soon that I’m looking forward to hearing. However, my fandom for his tunes does not equate to me going easy on him in this match. I’m afraid I’m not going to be able to let him pass through me to get to the fatal four way.

She leans against, something. But she’s definitely leaning.

Anaquin Adams: I’m ready to risk life, liberty and limb in order to win this match and then it’s a fatal four-way. FM Young, Nathaniel Morian. Leo Cook. You might not be getting a fresh Anaquin Adams when the bell rings for that fatal four-way, but you’re going to get a dangerous Anaquin Adams. Just like a wild animal becomes even more dangerous when trapped or caged, Anaquin Adams will pull out all the stops to continue her rise to superstardom here in NFW. I won’t sit back and watch ya’ll fight it out. I’m gonna get in there and scrap until there’s no fight left in me.

She steps away from the shadow and moves closer towards the camera.

Anaquin Adams: FM Young, your reputation as a veteran in this business is second to very few. I know you’ll bring it one thousand percent. Don’t think I haven’t spent the last week pouring over VHS tapes of your matches, girl. You don’t even know how excited I am to get into the ring with you. Nate-buddy! You’re been working your way up the ranking in this federation and you’re one of those guys that people overlook, which makes you very dangerous. You know and I know that you can put people away without a second glance. It’ll be the first time for the both of us, but I haven’t for one moment underestimated you. And finally, the man on the rise here in NFW. Leonardo Cook! I’ve been watching you, brother and you are one of the ones I’ve been dying to get into the ring with. But trust me when I tell you that your good looks will only get you so far! My question for you is, ‘are you willing to risk everything?’ and if your answer is no, then you are in the wrong business, pal.

She is now right in front of the camera, only face is really visible on the screen.

AnaquinAdams: I’m willing to put everything on the line for this one opportunity because who knows when that opportunity will come again. There is no risk too great. No chance that will go untaken. No opportunity that doesn’t get answered. And no sandwich will go uneated! The Universal Superstar is not here to make babies and tread lightly. She is here to risk her life with each and every match that she has, so be prepared! Prepare as if your life depends on it because as far as Anaquin Adams goes, that’s exactly the way it is. Catch me if you can, or if you can’t at least try to keep up because I don’t slow down for anyone. Get the message?

So, Kasey Kash, it all starts for you, my friend. We may not have any animosity towards each other in this thing we call professional wrestling but that doesn’t mean I can go easy on you. Bring all you have my friend because in the end, it’s you or me. There’s no middle ground. I don’t want no lullabies, I need that edgy indy-rock style! The one that makes your throat bleed. The one that lays it all down on the stage when it’s done. When we’re done, we can go have a few shots with no hard feelings, but until then I’m gonna fight you to the death if I have to. I didn’t return to professional wrestling to be a stepping stone, I returned to strap on that rocketpack and shoot for the moon. Over three thousand years of combat experience brings me to this moment and as they say, it’s time. ‘Universal Superstar’ Anaquin Adams plans to be the next contender to the United States Championship.

She lets out a howl as the camera fades to black.

Opening Contest - Singles Match

(The Winner Joins The Fatal Fourway Later In The Show)

Anaquin Adams v. Kasey Kash

Episode #26 of Trauma kicked off just how fans of good sport liked it. A fist bump and a lock up. Those who had been following Kasey Kash as well as those who remembered Anaquin Adams during her last run knew this was going to set the bar pretty high. What else could one expect when you had two high flyer daredevils squaring off in the ring? For starters, things kicked off with one hell of a trade off in chain wrestling maneuvers. Kash and Adams went back and forth trying to get in an early hold only for the other to roll and flip out of it or toss their opponent across the mat with an arm drag. This ended in a standoff with both competitors kipping up to their feet on opposite corners and staring each other down as the crowd roared and applauded with their approval. Adams and Kash turned up the heat on the action once the strikes began to come. This seemed to favor Kash a little more thanks to his brutal, backyard style. Even at a heavier weight, Adams looked to be reeling from Kash’s chops, elbows and kicks. The only thing she figured could keep her comeback going right was to start getting a little reckless. This lead to a crazy sequence where Kash whipped Adams towards a corner but she dropped into a baseball slide under the bottom rope, right past the ringpost. Kash was right on her heels and tried to keep things in his advantage by slingshotting himself over the ropes and down but Adams stepped right under him and hopped up onto the apron. Kash didn’t exactly eat ringside floor and was able to push himself back up to his feet but here came Adams with a running cannonball senton, just throwing herself right into the Underdog from the Land Down Under and drove him into the barricade.

From here the two almost fell to a double countout as they continued the match on the outside, starting to really dig in with the strikes and other reckless maneuvers. Kash got his payback for that cannonball off the apron with a triple jumpsuit moonsault, coming off of the middle rope down to the outside and crashing right down onto Adams. The two broke the count by fighting back up onto the apron where Kash went to follow up with a C4 but the Universal Superstar reversed it with an elbow to the back of his head and followed it up with just a brutal Flatliner, driving Kash face first down into the hardest part of the ring. From here she threw Kash back into the ring for a cover but only got a two count. She dished out a few of those Knee Strikes she was known for before going for a Northern Lights Suplex but Kash twisted out of her grip and got behind her, able to deliver a devastating Blue Thunder Bomb, holding onto one of her legs for a cover that got him a 2.9 count. Kash picked Adams up and went for his own Flatliner but the green haired wildcat caught him with a Snap Suplex. She followed up with a Powerbomb attempt but Kash tucked forward and caught her into a Sunset Flip Bomb for another nearfall. Adams kicked out, however and rolled back up to her feet, allowing her to run in for a Shining Wizard and another nearfall. Adams started building up a head of steam again, striking Kash with uppercuts and kicks and even headbutts but when she ran off the ropes and went for a springboard back elbow, Kash caught her across his shoulders and drove her into the mat with a Death Valley Driver.

Adams kicked out of another cover attempt and Kash went to hit it big, running off the ropes for an attempt at Canberra Collapse. Adams managed to stay on her feet without eating the stunner portion, however and forced Kash back up to his feet. As he turned, she pivoted and threw out her fist! Tecto--No!! Kash ducked under it and measured up for a Superki--No!! Adams caught him by the leg and spun him around. She twisted! TECTONIC SHIFT!!!!! Kash stumbled, dazed and fell to one knee as Adams scrambled up the turnbuckle and came soaring off for HELL’S HAMMER!!! Knee right to the back of the head and Kash hit the mat as Adams made the cover for the pinfall.

Result: Pinfall

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We cut to the back with a POV view of the hallways as he moved past the trainer's rooms and the locker rooms occupied by various factions, couples, and a few solo people. Past those on a simple wooden bench sits Carter Slade, already dressed to compete, his ring jacket sitting beside him as his hands hold the ends of a small black towel wrapped over his neck. He sits there twisting the ends over and over and over, clockwise until the towel tights, then counterclockwise until it tightens all over again. He ignores the camera for a bit, just sitting there staring down at the floor and twisting the towel tighter and tighter. He releases the towel and it goes back to shape, the ends spinning and flaring out a little. He looks up, takes a deep breath, and tries his best to smile, but it’s more like a sneer.

Carter: Everyone watching this, my name is Carter Slade. You might be thinking to yourself right now that you already know that. You watch this show all the time, you’ve seen me plenty of times in NFW and other companies. However, it seems there are some people who don’t know who I am. It seems there are some people who didn’t fully watch the Vlad Blackheart Memorial Tournament and see me wrestle what were essentially glorified handicapped matches every other show. It seems there are some people who did not see me pin the current Undisputed Champion in the middle of the ring. It seems there are people who did not watch the Undisputed Title match at the tournament finals and see me take that same champion to their absolute limit.

Carter grabs a roll of white athletic tape from his bag and starts wrapping up his left wrist

Carter: It seems that some people only know about me based on what the Undisputed Champion had to say about me recently. Why do I say this? Because I have seen comment after comment after idiotic comment claiming that I should not be in the Hell In A Cell Scramble at Wrestlewar. People saying I’m not good enough. People saying I don’t deserve a United States title shot. People even said that I don’t deserve to have a job here.

Carter finishes taping his left wrist and moves over to the right.

Carter: I got pissed off about that, I won’t lie. I was furious, I was ready to sit here tonight and scream and rant and yell at them and our delusional ass Undisputed champion who is either too arrogant or too scared to admit that I took her to her limit. As the days went on, as I carried out my usual gym routines, I realized something very very important. I simply do not care about their opinions. I do not care if fans boo me, cheer for me, say I don’t belong, or call me the best ever. Unless you are related to me, the person I am dating, or the person in charge of the show, you can take your opinion about me, and wipe your ass with it.

Carter finishes wrapping his right wrist, puts the tape back, and returns to twisting up the towel draped over his neck.

Carter: That clarity was very needed ahead of my match tonight. Sela Rica-Lark might be a bit strange, and some people would say that she’s sort of stalled out in recent months, but it doesn’t change the fact that she is a former United States champion, incredibly dangerous and unpredictable, and one of five other people in that hell in a cell scramble for that United States title that I know she wants to get back. Tonight though, it’s just one on one, it’s not a match to earn an opportunity, just a simple showcase of two of the six in that crazy cell match. So as much as tonight is a chance to bounce back from the tough loss at the finals, it’s also a chance to spring forward and get myself some much needed momentum ahead of Wrestlewar. I found myself with a second opportunity to earn a championship, and I am going to do everything I can before, during, and after that match to make sure I am holding the United States title. Before that though, there’s tonight

Carter stands up, puts his jacket back on, and looks to the camera again, this time with more of a smirk than a smile, but certainly an improvement

Carter: I’m going out there with the intention to mow Sela down with strikes, wear her out with suplexes and slams, drive my knee into her face, drop her on the top of her head, and get the win. If Sela somehow withstands all of that, I don’t want to, but I can and will tear her shoulder out of socket or shatter her tibia. Sela might want to call our match playtime, but I am not going to play around with her or anyone else.

Carter cracks his neck, then his knuckles before he shoves his way past the camera walking straight towards the ring.
The scene comes up backstage where Sela-Rica Lark stands alone with her very trademark sadistic smile on her face.

Sela: This is certainly no way to welcome a Queen back to her domain, but we can't all stand on ceremony all the time can we? I should have had something far more to do and yet I was left off the card at the last show. Instead I found myself at commentary. Not entirely unpleasant with Miranda and Andrew, but not where I should have been either. No because then I got Nathanael thrown in my face.

Sela smirks and rolls her eyes a bit.

Sela: Any other time that might have just been another night of Playtime, but that time just wasn't right for it. Still, it gave me an opportunity to show Nathanael and my old playmate Angel that they still need to be careful when playing with such dangerous toys laying around. Yes I was just a toy for that, but it was worth it. This week...

Sela giggles as she begins to sway in place.

Sela: ... hehehe, this week though, I get to be the one playing with Carter. Mmm, yes, that violent, unruly, bloodlustful psycho who may indeed be someone who could equal my own, but in a more blunt way rather than the intimate way I do so much prefer. Hah.

Sela rolls her head around, still slowly swaying.

Sela: But Carter has one problem. He wants to fight. That's his endgame. Just fight and make a demonstration for everyone to see how good he is. It's… disheartening to see such potential wasted on such single-minded goals. He doesn't even stop to appreciate the results of his own work in the end. I weep every time I watch it because it's like Picasso putting all his art on the refrigerator and calling it display enough for him.

Sela giggles again as she stops swaying and brings her head straight although her hair falls to cover her face a little.

Sela: I know, me making metaphors. Mostly out of character for me. Well I'm making a special exception for Carter. You see, he wants to fight and win. To him there is no other option. Naturally, this is understandable when there is some kind of goal to achieve, but outside of little me, what is he really doing? Playing for a position in the upcoming scramble match? That's still some time from now and more than enough for me to discard any result from tonight. Just getting a win over a former champion? A low and desperate goal to be sure, showing that he has no real goals except the mindless violence.

Sela's smile vanishes quite suddenly even under her hair. She brushes her hair back to show a burst of intensity from her visage.

Sela: Now, how many times have I stated that mindless violence is simply unacceptable? There must be a purpose to it or it achieves nothing. You don't end up scaring anyone with it, no one takes it seriously because all you are is a raging lunatic at that point. It's the lowest common denominator to get to and not one to aspire to be.

Sela takes in a deep breath, calming ever so slightly, but still very intense.

Sela: That is why I play. That is why I choose not to "fight" as everyone likes to call it. I will not fall into the trap of being some mindless, reckless idiot who goes around trying to flaunt the massive pain they inflict. When I decide to flaunt it, it will be for a purpose, just as I do with all my seductions. It may be to a specific audience or the world as a whole, it doesn't matter, but it will serve a purpose. And Carter, that is why, no matter what you do to me tonight, I will win in the end. I may not get the victory in the match, but I will get to play and I will be showing how dangerous Playtime can really be. You will just end up showing that, despite your own background, you are capable of only psychotic explosions of violence. It doesn't suit you.

Sela's smile slowly returns to her face.

Sela: It won't be easy, I truly hope it isn't, but I will play and you will fall in the end. It will be the same fate when everyone gathers for the scramble as well at WrestleWar. Where I will once again ascend and claim the United States title for my throne. Long live the Underground Queen.

Sela begins to softly chuckle before she brings a finger to her mouth as the scene fades out.

Singles Match

Carter Slade v. Sela Rica-Lark

Carter and Sela didn’t waste any time once the bell sounded. The two of them were in an extremely hard hitting affair. The two exchanged big blow after big blow, but both of them seemed to almost be enjoying it. Sela delivered a series of three shoulder breakers in a row before delivering a dropkick to Carter that sent him to the mat. Sela continued to work on the arm though, putting Carter in an armbar. Carter managed to find the ropes though to force the break. As Carter is recovering, Sela pulls him out to the middle of the ring and delivers Draw Suffering before going for a cover, only to get a two count on Carter who seemed to be laughing as he looked at Sela. Sela though got right into the mount and began raining down forearms to Carter. Carter eventually throws her off, but there is blood trickling down from his nose as he wipes it away. He gets to his feet and ducks a clothesline by Sela and returns the favor with a discus clothesline that takes Sela down to the mat.

He then picks Sela up and delivers a snap dragon suplex before going and delivering a Tiger suplex and then floating over for a pin, but only getting a two count. Carter continues on though, getting out to the apron and using the ropes to deliver Game Misconduct. Carter once again picks Sela up and this time delivers Forearm Flurry before hitting her with a belly to back suplex and once again going for the cover, but only getting a two count once again. Carter now seems to be a little frustrated as he argues with the ref. Carter turns back around and picks Sela up and looks to deliver The Killing Blow, but Sela is able to counter out of it and she locks in Playtime Over! Carter fights and fights, trying to get out, but the more he fights, the more effective the hold is. Carter’s body eventually goes limp and as the ref checks on him, they have to call for the bell.

Result: Submission

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Cameras go backstage where we see a huge Anarchy symbol on the wall in spray paint. Griffin is backstage sitting on one of the carts, dressed in black jeans and a Slipknot T-Shirt. He has his dark sunglasses on as he looks to the camera.

Griffin Hawkins: Anarchy...its something that has been with us since time began. The first traces of it were found in Greece and China where philosophers questioned the necessity of the state and questioned the moral right of coercion. In the middle ages...a prophet named Mazdak called for the downfall of private property and free love and overthrown the King. Fast forward to today..Anarchy still rules. Many express it through vandalism....some have expressed in song such as The Sex Pistols, Dead Kennedy's and others. Some also express it in the ring.

He slowly takes off his sunglasses.

Griffin Hawkins: Adrianna Salvatore....the reigning United States Champion, the Queen of Anarchy. A woman who is not afraid to bring her own brand of chaos into the battlefield. For the last while she has proven that she is a force in NFW as she proudly holds her title. She majestically stomps down to the ring, her nostrils flaring, ready to rip through whatever unlucky soul has decided to sign a match with her. If it wasn't for the fact that she's so damned deadly..you could almost say she is graceful. Adrianna is indeed someone that I have kept my eye on for a while. Now...I have been in the ring with every type of opponent there is. You name them, I've fought them...but this is someone who'll give me my greatest challenge in a while.

He steps off.

Griffin Hawkins: You are indeed a dangerous creature Adrianna...you come from wrestling royalty. Your father in his day brought carnage to the ring whenever he came out and made his opponents feel his pain..and now years later, you carry on the tradition. I have seen the damage you can do, and I am prepared to go through whatever you can dish out. Why? Because I need this win. It's been quite some time since I've had some gold around this waist, and a victory over you may just be what's needed to get me in the right direction. But that does not mean that I am overlooking you...there's a difference between confidence and cockiness. You indeed are formidable athlete..but every athlete has a chink in their armor...and once I find it..you can bet your ass I'll take advantage of it. I respect you as an athlete Adrianna..and you've made a hell of a Champion, but business is business. Who knows..a victory over you may put me in line for a shot at your United States Title.

He looks serious as he focuses straight at the camera.

Griffin Hawkins: I know what I am marching into. I know that I am going straight into the Lion's Den against a fire breathing monster such as you. But the truth is...I fear nothing. I've seen the demon's face..I have heard of her deathplace. I have tread where many men fear to tread and came back with battle scars on me. I know going up against you will be a hard task, it'll be even harder to beat you. But you are human underneath all that...and you can be defeated. With the Metal Gods above that's blessed me with my abilities, I am coming to your kingdom with my own brand of anarchy..and I'm looking to bring upon Armageddon. The stage is set...someone's gonna get rocked.

He puts his shades on and walks off as we go back to the ring.

Singles Match

Graham Baker v. Super Tiger

These two athletes were no stranger to one another. They had clashed numerous times. They had fought brutal wars with one another. They had exchanged titles. These two had a rivalry that had spread across several companies by now and the fans knew it. It was another bout of Super Tiger’s Strong Style versus just the sheer destructive style that The Guillotine brought to the ring. Tiger was familiar enough with Baker to know she couldn’t risk letting him get his hands on her so she went immediately to a stick and move technique, laying in with kicks, forearms, and palm strikes. Ever the resilient one, however, Graham Baker knew how to absorb and adapt. As such was demonstrated when Tiger went for a Springboard Moonsault while her opponent was on the outside. Here, Baker just caught her on one shoulder and with a running charge, lawn darted her right into the ringpost. This was where he began to take over the match, manhandling the little 105lb Joshi with apron bombs and suplexes onto the padded floor. He almost powerbombed her onto the steel ramp itself but Tiger reversed into a hurricanrana, spiking Baker’s head right onto the steel. The ref had begun to count by now but Super Tiger made it to her feet and walked up the ramp, pulling her knee pad down for something and looked to be readying for a big charge.

As she came rushing in, towards the rising Baker, the man exploded forward and, digging deep, flipped Tiger inside out with CLEAN THE BLADE!!!! Tiger spun into a backflip and ate the ramp. Baker collapsed face down again. He realized the situation and pulled himself up to his feet, starting to stagger back towards the ring. As he passed Super Tiger, though, the Joshi grabbed him by the ankle and struggled to pull herself up as he tried to shove her off. He finally spun around and Tiger sprang up with an enziguri that sent him toppling over to the floor again. Now it was Super Tiger’s turn to desperately make for the ring. She was on her feet at seventeen. Starting to move at eighteen. She reached the floor padding at nineteen but by the time she reached the apron, the ref hit twenty and Super Tiger collapsed in exhaustion and disappointment. Almost as much as the crowd was as the referee called for the bell and dubbed this one a double countout.

Result: Double Countout

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We move to the interview area where Amy Connors is standing by as Griffin Hawkins is out in the ring, making his entrance. Standing with her is NFW United States Champion, Adrianna Salvatore. Massive compared to the little interviewer. Still, the blonde smiles big as she stands next to her leather and spike clad guest.

Amy Connors: Hello folks! I’m here with Adrianna Salvatore, NFW United States Champ. Adrianna, I know you’re getting ready to head out here for your match against Griffin Hawkins. I just wanted to get a quick question or two surrounding the future of the title.

Adrianna motions with a hand for Amy to go ahead and get on with it.

Amy Connors: So, in just about seven weeks, you find yourself in the biggest defense of your current title. A six pack dance inside a Hell In A Cell against some of the top competitors on the roster. Are you prepared for that challenge? I mean, obviously you’re physically prepared but how about mentally? What’s going through your head as this match draws near?

Adrianna gives a dark smirk and adjusts the title on her shoulder; even looking at it for a moment before focusing on Amy.

Adrianna Salvatore: Well, ya see Amy, as much as it might seem I have the cards stacked against me in that match, I’ve got it somewhat easy. No rules. No disqualifications. That’s the environment I’m most comfortable in. Pinfalls or submissions? Whoever gets one becomes the interim champion until the clock runs out.

Pause. Adrianna shrugs her empty hand out.

Adrianna Salvatore: I don’t even have to pin or tap anybody out to walk out of that cell as the champion. All I need to do is demolish...punish...and destroy the opposition; prevent them from getting a lead. Will it be easy? No, but...well, I wouldn’t be looking forward to it if it was.

Adrianna chuckles and Amy nods.

Amy Connors: Very true words from the champion. Now, Adrianna, we know four of your challengers currently and one of them is actually your opponent here in a moment, Griffin Hawkins. What do you seek to gain out of facing one of your challengers for the title at WrestleWar 17, right here, right now?

Again, that wicked smirk crosses Adrianna’s face and she turns her gaze right towards the camera, tilting her chin up.

Adrianna Salvatore: All I’ve gotta say is...let Isabella Santiago set ‘em up, and I’ll knock ‘em down. ‘Scuse me, Amy….

Adrianna thumbs her gently across the chin as Bury Tomorrow’s “No Less Violent” starts to play out in the arena. Adrianna runs her fingers through her wet, blonde hair and heads out through the curtain, on her way to the ring.

Singles Match

Adrianna Salvatore v. Griffin Hawkins

Adrianna and Griffin start things off with a friendly handshake as a show of respect to one another before they begin to circle the ring. They lock up and they are at an almost stalemate, but Adrianna begins to get the better of it and she forces Griffin into the ropes. There’s a clean break as Adrianna slaps Griffin on the chest and smirks at her opponent. Griffin comes out of the ropes and as he does, Adrianna hits the ropes and delivers a big boot that drives Griffin to the mat. Adrianna then grabs Griffin by the head and puts him in a cravatte. Griffin fights and fights and as he’s about to break free, Adrianna grabs him by the hair and slams him down to the mat. Adrianna then continues to apply pressure as she hits the ropes and delivers a leg drop across the throat of Griffin. Adrianna then picks him up and goes for a whip into the corner, but Griffin reverses it. As he comes charging in though, Adrianna is right there to deliver a drop toe hold that drives him face first into the middle turnbuckle. Adrianna pulls Griffin out of the corner and stacks him up for a two count.

Adrianna picks Griffin up and looks to deliver a German suplex, but Griffin lands on his feet and hits the ropes. As he comes off the ropes, Adrianna turns around and runs right into a spear from Griffin. Adrianna rolls to the apron clutching at her ribs as Griffin uses the ropes to slingshot out and deliver a DDT to Adrianna right onto the apron! Adrianna drops to the floor and Griffin rolls right back into the ring. As Adrianna gets to her feet, Griffin is on the top rope and delivers a moonsault down onto Adrianna, driving her back to the floor. Griffin rolls Adrianna back into the ring and once again climbs to the top rope and this time, he delivers the Stage Dive and hooks the leg only to get a two count out of it. Griffin stands in the corner and waits for Adrianna to get to her feet and as she does, he goes for Shot in the Dark, but Adrianna ducks it and hits the ropes, before launching and delivering a MOAB Laucher! She picks Griffin up and delivers Ground Zero before hooking the leg and getting the three count.

Result: Pinfall

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The waxing gibbous moon hangs low in the cloudy night sky. The crisp autumn wind blows through the trees in front of a building labeled as a courthouse. Pacing back and forth in front of the closed municipal building is a figure in jeans, sneakers, and a hooded sweatshirt. The hood is pulled up, hiding his face along with a mask, to help against the wind. They reach up to reveal the short, silver dyed hair and amber eyes of Nathanael Morian.

Nathanael Morian: Throughout history people have called vengeance of perversion of justice.

He stops his pacing and faces the camera. His amber eyes staring intently into it.

Nathanael Morian: They have that idea backwards. Justice is the perversion of Vengeance. Justice is a joke. It can be bought, bribed, bent, and even broken. It can be used for many different ends. But Vengeance is pure.

Nathanael’s eyes seem to light up as he speaks.

Nathanael Morian: That is where we are at now. This little contest between Sela and myself was to prove a point. After last Trauma, that has gone out the window. She stuck her nose where it didn’t belong nor was wanted. Now she has drawn wrath. No longer am I out to prove a point. Tonight is a distraction. One that lesser men would use. But I will not deviate from my course now. Because now, Sela has more to worry about than her so-called playtime. She shall be the next to feel my...

Nathanael pulls the hood back up hiding his face in shadow. Just his eyes, those amber orbs that seem to glow, are visible.

Nathanael Morian: Vengeance.

He turns and walks out of frame as the scene fades.
FM Young sat on the ring apron of the smaller sized ring in her warehouse gym area. She had her hands hanging down and was slightly leaned forward peering at the camera intently. Young takes a long slow breath, with a shake of her head.

F.M Young: Ok, I’m just gonna come out and say it, I have absolutely no idea who Nathaniel Morian. My bad really, not doing my homework I suppose, but I just haven’t heard of him or seen him on the shows. That’s no indication of his talent, but he does look like generic McTattoo’s. I can’t really talk, being covered in tattoos myself. Most of them tigers even. Anaquin Adams, winner of NFW’s most alliterative name award, I have heard of. I’ve never met her, but I have heard of her, so we’re getting a step up there at least. Kasey Kash and Leo Cook, I’ve had matches with them, I know of them and I know them. I’ve met them in the ring.

FM riffles through a bag next to her and pulls out a pack of cigarettes, she dry pulls one of them after shaking it out of the pack, gets up and moves around the gym, the camera following her. This obviously one of the area’s in FM’s self made private forest hermit compound thing. A place where she trains everyone who bothers to show up really. You manage to find the place plunk yourself down at the doorstep so she trips over you in the morning or when she comes home...And FM Young will at least give it a week or two.

F.M Young: So, here I am, gotta fight for a chance at a chance to fight a bunch of other people for the Championship. I’d have preferred Adrianna, one on one solo-like. It’s is what it is though, and so here are, at our list again, and you’ll indulge me on this conspiracy theory, but I’m just about the biggest name in this match, right? Like, don’t get it twisted, I’m not trying to insult people, I haven’t done much in NFW and I respect that...But I’ve beaten Kash and Cook, which at this time in the morning, sounds like a flavored salt and pepper combination. They’re both good fighters and fairly hungry, I like em. But I’ve beaten them, I get the impression that Ana whose name I’m shortening for obvious reasons is returning from a break, or to the company. Good, but rusty, and Nathanial? He does seem to have not made too much of an impression.

FM passes by a countertop and grabs her ying/yang zippo lighter, emblazoned with a tiger and a dragon around the symbol. She flicks it open and lights the cig in her mouth, taking a couple of drags as she keeps moving. The camera obviously following her and panning across what is now a full gym, with a huge obstacle course, like that of Ninja Warrior, Cross Fit or any number of gymnastic based training competitions. We come to a set of stairs that FM casually climbs, entirely at home in her environment.

F.M Young: Me? I’m sitting here at the top of my game, complete apex predator. My career is on fire, elsewhere. I’ll give to everyone, my NFW career hasn’t started yet. Admit that. Right now, I’ve got a lot of titles, so if I don’t end up winning, if I don’t end up getting the united states title, I’m still going to be pursuing that fight with Adrianna, whether or not she retains. See, I’m not about moments, than titles. Title’s help with moments, but careers, legacies are built on telling stories, on achieving the little things. So not winning won’t finish me NFW, I’ve got goals, people I want to fight, things I want to do. I’mma admit something else, I’m not good at multi-man matches. Don’t like em, I’m not good at finding a rhythm with em. Wy do I say that? Because what a moment that would be. Winning this multi-man match, I give Ana, Kasey and Leo some credit here. All three of em at once, gonna be tough for me. What a moment it would, to get through this match and what A moment it be to win the United States Championship. It’ll be a scramble, I won’t really have to worry about rhythm so much as flow. I just gotta get the last pin. A bit easier...FM Young wins a couple of vicious multi-man matches. What a way to start my NFW career, what a way to get myself solidified. I’m sure, everyone else in this match wants that.

At the top of the stairs, FM turns, into now what is some kind of private living quarters, a living room with a huge TV, a leather couch and pieces of furniture on one side. Volta the Capybara is chilling on his overstuffed cushion under a bay window. FM turns again, and on the otherside of the stairs is a bar area, a home bar in a woodrow theme with Arcade stands ontop of it and a poker machine off to the side, real Vegas vibe. Behind the bar, a hang 12 belt cases, with Championships in them and a lone one without anything in it. FM smirks sits down and blows out smoke.

F.M Young: See, my moments are just starting, I’ve got a long legacy already and I’m about to let people forget. I’m not staying at the entry-level in NFW. I didn’t come here for that, I came here to make my story even more memorable, one moment at a time. I lose? I just try again, I win, I get a feather in my cap. As much shit as I gave everyone earlier, I’m excited to be in a ring with Nathanial and Anaquin, I always enjoy fighting new people. Kasey and Leo, well it’s not confirmed. Kasey and Anaquin have to beat each other first, the winner is in our match. How’s that for layers? Leo and Nathanial, I’ll figure it out, I’m a storied fighter, good at what I do, and hungry for more competition. I’m starting at what I feel is an advantage, but I admit it’s going to be hard for me. Names and reputations are only the start. I’m enamored with my own, why wouldn’t I be? I still have to prove myself, just like they do, now I suspect the audience might have a better idea of what I can do, because of my name and reputation, but I’m happy to show them. I’m happy to show the others.

FM stretches, reaches across the bar to pull an ashtray toward her and leans back comfortably as she ashes the cigarette. She even reaches over and tapes some music on, on a bartop jukebox.

F.M Young: My moments are just starting, either way, win or lose. Moment. That’s what I want, that’s why I’m in NFW. Filling my highlight book, The tiger prevails is a good headline, I’m gonna make that one. I’ll see all of you there for it.

(The Winner WIll Join The Hell In A Cell Six Pack At WrestleWar XVII)

FM Young v. Nathanael Morian v. Leo Cook v. Anaquin Adams

All four competitors start off just looking around at the ring, taking in their opponents and not wanting to be the first one to make a move. After a standoff for a few moments though, Nathaniel goes right at FM. The two of them start to brawl as Nathaniel takes FM down with a double leg takedown and starts to deliver a series of elbow strikes. FM rolls out of it and gets on top of Nathaniel and starts to deliver forearms of her own and the two of them roll out under the bottom rope and down to the floor leaving Anaquin and Leo in the ring. Leo has Anaquin in the corner and is delivering a series of stomps to the midsection. He takes Anaquin and snapmares her out of the corner and delivers a dropkick to the back of the head. He drops her down and goes for a cover, but Anaquin kicks out at two. Leo picks Anaquin up and sends her into the ropes. Anaquin comes off the ropes and ducks a clothesline before Anaquin stops dead in her tracks and as Leo turns around, she delivers a flatliner to Leo, but before she can do anything else, FM is back in the ring and she tosses Anaquin out of the ring and picks Leo up before delivering a rapid series of elbow strikes and then hitting him with a Tiger Suplex.

FM continues to press, but as she sets Leo up for Superchick, but Nathaniel is in there to push FM out over the top rope, causing her to crash into the barricade. Nathaniel grabs Leo and delivers an Exploder suplex to Leo and he manages to roll out of the ring finally. As Nathaniel gets up to his feet, Anaquin jumps in with a knee strike that staggers Nathaniel before she delivers a belly to back suplex. Anaquin picks Nathaniel up and delivers Tectonic Shift that drops him. Anaquin goes for a cover, but at the count of two, Leo comes diving in and makes the save. As Anaquin rolls out of the ring, Leo turns around and ducks a spinning backfist by FM and delivers a German suplex. FM gets up to her feet immediately and as Leo turns around, he’s met with Man-Machine Interface! FM then picks Leo up and delivers Heart of the Phoenix! She hooks the leg and she thinks she has the win, but at the last second, Nathaniel is in to break up the pin. Nathaniel picks FM up and delivers Killshot that causes FM to crumble to the mat and roll out of the ring before Nathaniel can capitalize. As he looks at Leo though, Anaquin comes flying off the top rope and delivers Hell’s Hammer! Nathaniel rolls out of the ring though and Anaquin looks frustrated, but she notices Leo and climbs to the top rope once again and as soon as Leo is up to his feet, Anaquin delivers a second Hell’s Hammer and hooks the leg and picks up the win!

Result: Pinfall

The scene comes up with Amy Connors standing by backstage

Amy: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, the Undisputed champion, Cali-Kate.

Kate steps into view of the camera, the title over her shoulder and an annoyed look on her face.

Amy: Kate, you're going into your second title defense tonight and you don't even know who your challenger is. Are you ready for tonight?

Kate: Amy, the only thing that I'm prepared for is some dickwad coward who thinks that using the cover of secrecy is the best way to rattle a champion. Who do they think is holding this title? It's not the washed up rocker, not the timid illusionist, this is me, the Lady of House Crowley they are attempting to unbalance and doing a shit job at it too.

Kate glowered with intensity as she shifted the title.

Kate: It's just more proof that I'm being fucking overlooked even as champion now. Whoever it is, couldn't even give me the goddamn decency of ripping them apart like I'm rightly supposed to and no doubt have a thought in their head that since I've got nothing to direct truly at them, they get to have some kind of shitty mental advantage over me. It's not going to happen!

Kate takes a moment to look down and compose herself before she continues.

Kate: But, in answer to your question Amy, yes, I'm fucking ready. I'm ready to fuck over anyone who steps into that ring and continue on to my own destiny at WrestleWar to defend my, my, Undisputed championship and prove to everyone once and for fucking ever!

Kate holds the Undisputed title up slightly.

Kate: This will always be mine until I'm ready to give it up! And no one is going to fucking change that, not tonight, not at WrestleWar, not until everyone in NFW understands, I am not to be overlooked. Whoever is stupid enough to step in the ring with me, Game Start bitch!

Kate spins around, her hair whipping behind her, and leaving Amy in a stunned silence as the scene fades out.
Deep in the NFW Collision Center, a camera finds Anton Crowley walking down a hallway. He is walking with purpose ignoring anyone he passes, which is very few in this section of the arena. He rounds a corner into a dead-end hallway. Contrary to how the rest of the halls were lit, this one only has one, naked fluorescent bulb flickering. The lone source of illumination tried valiantly to stave off the darkness.

At the end of the hall, in front of the lone door, stood four figures. They were impressively almost always in the shadows. Each one was only fully visible, and recognizable, once. As each face came into the weak light it was obvious it was four members of House Crowley. Tia Santos, Leviathan, Xaphan, and Iscariot XIII all stood outside the door.

They all seemed to be giving the door as much space as they could, but yet remain close. None of them were looking at the door. Occasionally they would glance at it from the corner of their eyes. But each time they looked away quickly. It’s as if they are terrified of the door, or more than likely what lies hidden behind it.

Anton walks between them, sharing a slight nod. Iscariot, the closest to the door, reaches out and opens it. It was reluctant, he pauses for the blink of an eye before he opens it. Anton doesn’t acknowledge the pause or Iscariot as he strides through the door without hesitation. Iscariot closes the door behind Anton. The group resumes their nervous guard duty.

Inside the room, we are treated to a security camera style feed. The room is darker than the outside hallway. The room is bathed in a dark red light with what can be assumed to be black drapes covering the walls. Opposite the door, on the far wall, is a Baphomet statue. Anton stands before it with his head bowed. He slowly drops to one knee, his hands in fists resting on the ground.

Anton Crowley: Everything is in order, my Lord.

Anton nodded, almost imperceptibly. It wouldn’t have been noticeable if it wasn’t for his long hair swaying slightly.

Anton Crowley: Thank you, my Lord.

Once again Anton nods. This time, though, it is noticeable. He nods as if he is listening to someone speak.

Anton Crowley: I wanted to make sure she would have as easy a time and the best chance possible. I did not expect it would have been against me.

A slight snarl creeps onto Anton’s lips. He catches himself and returns to his passive, expressionless look.

Anton Crowley: I did only as you commanded, my Lord. You have always rewarded obedience.

Anton glances over his shoulder back towards the door before giving his attention back to the statue in front of him. After a few moments, there was a commotion outside of the room. A loud pop echoed in the hallway and carried into the room. Anton turned, expecting one of the members of House Crowley to come barging in. He was met by a shrill cry and the muffled voice of Tia Santos offering a prayer in Spanish. Anton slowly returned to his former posture.

Anton Crowley: My Lord?

Anton nods his head agreeing with something.

Anton Crowley: As you wish, my Lord. Do you not know for sure if Kate will stay?

Anton snarls once again, this time he does not stop himself. After a moment Anton’s shoulders heave as he takes a deep breath. He releases it slowly, coming out as a hiss.

Anton Crowley: Of course, my Lord.

A wicked grin creeps over Anton’s face. Even from the angle he is visible at, it is obvious he is happy with whatever he is hearing.

Anton Crowley: Thank you, my Lord. It is a great reward.

Anton nods his head.

Anton Crowley: Yes, my Lord. Thank you. I will go out and do your bidding. Tonight the Demon Prince finally and officially becomes the Demon King.

Anton bows his head before slowly rising to his feet. He turns and walks to the door opening it and stepping through. The scene changes to back in the hallway. Outside the door, in the flickering darkness, stands Tia Santos alone.

Tia Santos: No sé adónde fueron, Lord Crowley. Simplemente desaparecieron.

Anton raises a hand to reassure Tia.

Anton Crowley: It is alright, Tia. A restructuring of the House is happening. They were taken back to their home. Come. I have a title to win. A new King shall be taking over Trauma tonight.

The pair head down the hallway back into the arena proper. They disappear around a corner.

===Main Event===

? ? ? ? v. Cali-Kate ©

The lights in the arena go dark in the main hall when

Player 1 Ready…

comes up on the screen. There's a fade in voice as Koda Kumi's "W Face" fades in.

"Yass bitch, yass bitch, yass bitch, slay."

The screen flashes

Game Start!

The main tune hits and the lights come back up showing Kate on the stage in a hooded jacket posing under the lights as the music continues. Kate flips the hood down and starts to strut down the ramp to the disapproval of the crowd. She sways with every step, an inspiration of lust as she moves.

"Yass bitch, yass bitch, yass bitch
Lips lined, beautiful
She's fine, itsumo
matou BE-RU
furimuku Everyone"

Kate looks around as she walks down the ramp discarding her jacket as she approaches ringside in a sensuous manner, looking over the audience with a seductive look. She goes to one side of the ring and climbs on the apron giving her ass a shake at the audience.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, she is the NFW Undisputed Champion, Cali-Kate!

"hontou no sugata No way toko mo
futatsu kasanari watashi ni nareru
mite hoshii watashi to
minna ga shiranai watashi
Inside & outside, which do you like?
Yass bitch, yass bitch, yass bitch, slay
Yass bitch, yass bitch, yass bitch, slay
Yass bitch, yass bitch, yass bitch"

Kate looks over her shoulder and gives a wink out to the camera before hopping into the ring. She gives one more slow and seductive dance in the ring but as the beat takes back again, she slaps her ass and yells out aggressively to the audience. She goes to one corner and poses once more with a smirk. As her music fades, she hops off the ropes and goes to her corner, warming up for her match.

Thea Crawford: And her opponent...



The arena lights go out as the intro, with tolling bell, for Cradle of Filth’s cover of “Hallowed be thy name” starts to play. The video screen lights up with a full moon floating in and out of the clouds.



I'm waiting in my cold cell, when the bell begins to chime.

Reflecting on my past life and it doesn't have much time.

'Cause at 5 o'clock they take me to the Gallows pole,

The sands of time for me are running low.



Mother Fuckers!



Thea Crawford: Weighing in at two hundred and fifteen pounds, from Los Angeles California, he is the Demon Prince...



Andrew Payne: It isn’t!



Miranda Augustino: Papi?!



Thea Crawford: ANNNNNTOOOOOONNNNN CROOOOOOWWWWWLLLLEEEEYYYYYYY!!!!



A red spotlight hits the top of the ramp, illuminating Anton Crowley and Tia Santos. The pair walk down the ramp, the red spotlight following them as they walked.



Miranda Augustino: I can’t believe Papi is doing this!



Andrew Payne: I can’t believe it’s taken him this long for his rematch.



The pair makes it to the ring steps. Tia goes first followed by Anton. She sits on the middle rope, pushing the top one up letting Anton enter through the wider gap. He walks to the center of the ring as Tia gets into the ring and follows him.



When the priest comes to read me the last rites,

Take a look through the bars at the last sight,

Of a world that has gone very wrong for me.



Can it be that there's some sort of error.

Hard to stop the surmounting terror.

Is it really the end, not some crazy dream.



Flames erupt from all four ring posts as Anton slowly raises his hands. The lights come back up and Anton walks backwards to his corner. His eyes never leaving the NFW Undisputed Title.
As the bell sounds, the Undisputed Championship match was underway. Kate and Anton stared at each other. They moved around the ring, taking in the body language of the other before finally meeting in the middle and locking up. Immediately though, Anton is able to push Kate off oh him. He charges in, going for a Yahtzee Kick, but Kate is able to drop to the mat and avoid the contact before she grabs Anton by the trunks and pulls him down to go for a quick rollup, but it only results in a two count. The two of them get up to their feet and Kate shows Anton just how close she was to ending this one early. Anton shows a little bit of frustration, but he quickly regains his focus as the two of the lock up once again. This time, Anton goes behind Kate and putting her into a waist lock. Kate counters out, putting Anton into a hammer lock, but Anton is able to counter out of that into a hammer lock of his own before countering into a side headlock. Kate backs into the ropes and tries to push him off, but Anton drops to the mat and brings Kate down with him. He wrenches on the headlock, applying as much pressure as he can. He eventually transitions into a scissor hold, but Kate is able to kip out of the hold and she goes for a splash, but Anton is able to roll out of the way. Anton grabs Kate and goes for a crucifix pin, but only gets a two count.

Both of them once again get up to their feet. As soon as they do though, Anton swings with a roundhouse kick, but Kate is able to duck under and grab Anton by the leg and deliver a knee breaker right over her shoulder. She does it again and then a third time before delivering a dragon screw to the leg. Kate drags Anton over to the ropes and drapes the leg over the bottom rope. She leaps and comes right down on it, not once, not twice, but three times. This causes Anton to roll out of the ring and he has a noticeable limp as he walks around the ringside area. Kate though doesn’t care as she climbs to the top and launches herself, taking Anton down with a crossbody. Kate picks him up and she goes to send him into the steps, but Anton is able to reverse it and Kate hits the steps shoulder first! Anton comes charging in after her and goes for a knee strike and it connects right to the face of Kate, driving the back of her head into the steps. Anton though, doesn’t stop there. He grabs Kate by the arm. He has a sadistic look on his face as he takes the arm of Kate and pulls the steps out. He places her arm between the steps and the ring post. He mouths something to her, but it doesn’t stop him as he takes his boot and drives it into the steps, smashing her arm between it and the ring post. Kate screams out in pain as she holds her arm, writhing in pain.

The crowd boos Anton loudly as he picks Kate up and rolls her into the ring. Anton comes in as well, picking the Undisputed Champion up. He takes her and delivers The Fall! He doesn’t stop there though as he picks her up and delivers a second one. He then goes for the cover. Kate somehow still manages to kick out at two and three-quarters! Anton looks shocked as he argues with the referee. Anton though quickly returns his attention to Kate and picks her up to her feet. Anton goes to deliver a German Suplex, but Kate manages to land on her feet. As Anton turns around though, he’s met with a Geek Chic Kick! Kate though climbs to the top rope and she launches, delivering Bass-ic and hooking the leg on Anton. Now it’s Kate’s turn to be shocked as Anton kicks out at two and seven-eighths! Kate looks at the referee and begins to argue with him that it was a three count. The ref continues to tell Kate that it was only two. As this is going on, Anton slowly rises to his feet. Kate turns around and runs right into a spear by Anton! Anton though doesn’t stop. He waits for Kate to slowly begin to recover before delivering Ad Stellam Matutinam! But even that doesn’t seem to be enough for Anton as he grabs the injured arm of Kate and locks on In ostium inferos. Kate though, is out cold and as the ref checks on her, they have no choice but to call for the bell immediately and Anton releases the hold.

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, and NEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEW Undisputed Champion, The Demon Prince, Anton Crowley!

Miranda Augustino: Papi now can say he’s the only two time Undisputed Champion in Trauma history!

Andrew Payne: But the bigger question is what about Kate and Anton with House Crowley? Are they over? I guess we’ll have to find out next time.

Anton is seen celebrating in the ring with the Undisputed Championship held high in the air as the crowd rains down boos on him as Trauma goes off the air.

Result: Submission