NFW Aftershock #11 - Chicago, IL! 11/07/2020!

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 bonus footage from this week's Trauma and so much more. Tonight, it’s the conclusion of the World Heavyweight Championship Tournament as Amelia Abernathy takes on Azurine Vebbins and Jenn Drew faces Sativa Nevaeh. The winners of those two semi-finals matches will then meet in tonight’s main event in the finals. The winner will go onto WrestleWar XVII to face Danni Anderson for the NFW World Heavyweight Title! Without further adieu, let’s hear from our competitors this evening! It’s time for Aftershock!
While lacing up her ballet flats inside her dressing room, “Da Hardheaded Housewife” Azurine Vebbins comments on what might transpire during tonight’s tangos.

Azurine Vebbins: Greetin’s, New Frontier Wrestlin’ faid-ful to Aftershock Episode 11. I’m wishin’ you all a happy National Bittersweet Chocolate wid Almonds Day. As I tweeted earlier dis week, I’m goin’ to have my first assigned dance partner Amelia Aber-nad-y tastin’ every syllable of dat first word: bittersweet. “Da Damsel in Dat Dress’” not gonna let her Irish Whip across my dance floor. “Da Hardheaded Housewife” shall defend da honor of her supportive spouse for suggestive slander tweeted by dat triflin’ tramp. Referrin’ to me as da “ugly little swamp hog” is one matter. However, intimately insinuatin’ I’d be her porkin’ power bottom is anoder atrocity which needs to be addressed. A. I’m happily married and selectively submissive to my wonderful wife Mrs. Nidia Vebbins. 2. Da only way Amelia’s advancin’ to face eider Jenni Drew or Sativa Neveah will be if she breaks a rule like a square of Hershey’s Dark Chocolate. And C. Aber-nad-y’s goin’ to get muddy mentally after receivin’ my patented Pearly Gatekeeper. Once I’ve dispatched dat despicable dame, I’ll have minimum relaxation prior to my Tournament Finals Flamenco wid eider Jenni Drew or Sativa Neveah.

Unlike Amelia, I respect da competitors in da second Semi-Final bracket. Should I rigorously rumba Jenni Drew again, I expect da result to be different dan what transpired recently. Not only do I want to have da NFW Collision World Heavyweight Championship as a prominent waist halo, but I want to cross “Da Semper Fairy” Danni Anderson’s name off my Dream Dance List. What better place to do bode dan at WrestleWar, right? Right. As for “Da Ganja Goddess” Sativa Neveah? She’s arguably da “underbleep” of her sanctioned contest. It’d be a genuine Cinderella fairy tale if we each end up scufflin’ for da form-fittin’ brass ballet slipper. All da same, in eider exhibition, I predict waltzin’ away as winner of dis World Heavyweight Championship Number One Contender Tournament. Wishin’ you two all da blessed as you’ll only have minimal time to prepare for your profound pummelin’.
Sativa Nevaeh: Time...

The scene fades into a dark and practically empty Kingdom locker room. Sitting alone, in the semi-darkness of the room, is Sativa Nevaeh. She is sitting on a folding chair, leaning forward elbows on her knees, hands pressed together in front of her, as she looks at the floor with her hair covering her face.

Sativa Nevaeh: Time is weird. The moments we want to last seem to end in the blink of an eye yet the moments we want out of seem to stretch into eternity. An hour with a loved one can seem like ten minutes and ten minutes at, say, the DMV can feel like an hour.

Sativa sits back with a sigh.

Sativa Nevaeh: Despite the fact that I have not had the NFW World Heavyweight Title for almost five months, six by the time WrestleWar rolls around, it feels like I only lost it a handful of weeks ago. Unlike how things have been happening on Trauma I have not called in my rematch for the title, though I do DEFINITELY deserve one. You can imagine my surprise when I saw I was placed in this tournament. It seems NFW needs a strong, worthy champion. You would think that the person to dethrone me would make a bigger impact after that, but...

A half scoff, half chuckle, escapes from Sativa’s smirking lips.

Sativa Nevaeh: That is a topic for the future. Tonight I have to wrestle two matches to win this Tournament and make this the second year in a row that I am in the WrestleWar Main Event. To reclaim my title. So why don’t I take a few moments to address those who I will go through and who I might. I’m sure we will see how this time flows for you.

Sativa runs her fingers through her hair. Pushing it back and out of her face.

Sativa Nevaeh: Azurine Vebbins. The Marble mouthed, living National pointless day calendar. I can’t tell if she is just lazy or stupid since she has to constantly use voice to text for tweets or any sort of social media post. What would she bring to NFW were she to win? Disgrace. Her as champion, her contending for the top title, would make us a laughingstock. Who would want to work for a company that has THAT living joke as a champion or contender? She can’t decide if she wants to be modern or like she is from some fifties commercial with the “Atomic” family. Pick one bitch. Get your shit together and actually try. Put is as much effort IN the ring as you do for those pointless National wipe your ass day posts. Might see an improvement in your status. Until then, hope you don’t make it into the finals.

Sativa rolls her eyes.

Sativa Nevaeh: We go from dumb to dumber. The extra spoiled bimbo that doesn’t even know what the fuck this tournament is for. This dumb fucking bimbo literally called this tournament stupid. A tournament for a shot at the top title in the Company she works for. That is what Callaway considers as someone deserving of a chance to get a shot at said title. But, to be honest, not that surprised. Hell, gotta let the riff-raff feel like they matter, right? “But Sativa, she beat Jasmine! She’s a real threat!” Blah blah blah!

Sativa makes a mouth talking gesture with a hand.

Sativa Nevaeh: Like I’ve said about other things, the sun shines on a dogs ass every now and then. She got lucky. Between her and the serial mumbler, I’d actually prefer the dumb blonde make it to the finals. Give me a REAL reason to just end that match as fast as possible. Humiliate the bimbo and send her ass packing. Those two are lucky that the brackets fell the way they did. Would it have been either of them against Jenn or me in this round neither would make it to the finals, neither of them would have made it to the finals. At least this way a charity case can get a moment, however fleeting, in the spotlight.

A loud cracking hoes in the empty locker room as Sativa laces her fingers and cracks her knuckles.

Sativa Nevaeh: It’s good their match is the first one of the night. I’m sure a lot of people wouldn’t be upset if they missed a special interpretational play of Dumb and Dumber. After those two do their best to not humiliate themselves the REAL finals of the tournament can happen. Jenn Drew versus little ol me. I will go on record now and say that whoever wins this match...

Sativa cups one hand halfway around her mouth and whispers.

Sativa Nevaeh: Spoiler alert, that’s me.

She lowers her hand with a wink.

Sativa Nevaeh: Will go on to win this tournament and head to WrestleWar. Jenn might think it’s her time now. That she deserves this moment to stand in the spotlight. But she has been so focused on Damon since the Vlad Blackheart tournament that she is out of her depth. She can think and proclaim that she is ready. That it’s her time. But, she is deluded. She doesn’t realize just how in over her head she is. That’s fine. I kinda like Jenn, I see a lot of myself in her, so I’ll do her a solid. I won’t embarrass you too much, Jenn. I’ll do you that one kindness. I’ll make sure you look good and can maybe challenge for the Silver Mountain title sometime down the road. Nothing to be ashamed of. That’s a very prestigious and meaningful title. One that would both benefit you and the title should you get to hold it. But right now? You aren’t ready for this. This is for me. It’s time for momma to take back what’s hers.

That smirk returns as Sativa straightens up. Her demeanor changing from carefree to serious.

Sativa Nevaeh: Tonight I win this tournament and go on to WrestleWar. Tonight I wade into battle to reclaim my property. Danni, I hope you are ready for your payback. You have held my title long enough. Time for me to come take it back. Jenn, Dumb, Dumber, I’ll see out there. Please do not disappoint me.

Sativa leans forward resuming her initial pose.

Sativa Nevaeh: Time, it’s such a funny thing. Almost like a flat circle...

Fade out.
We’re in the locker room of Jenn Drew where we see her getting the finishing touches on her preparations for her match or possibly matches tonight. She bites off the end of the medical tape and secures it to her wrist before tossing the roll back into her bag. She sits down in a chair, legs spread a little as she rests her elbows on her knees and her head in her hands before she takes a deep breath and sighs loudly before dawning a smirk across her face.

Jenn Drew: Tonight is the night. Tonight, I cement my spot at the top as I beat two more people in this tournament and move onto WrestleWar where I take the one thing left in the household of Damon Cross and Danni Anderson that means something to them. I took Damon’s pride Tuesday night when I beat him in the middle of the ring for a second time to move onto tonight and when I’m through with tonight, I take the World Championship and become the top dog on Collision.

Jenn chuckles before she sits straight up in the chair and just looks directly into the camera.

Jenn Drew: Before I do that though, I have two women to get through. First up, someone I would have probably at one time considered a friend, maybe even an ally if I would have needed it, but Sativa, time to spill a little bit of tea.

Jenn grins as she stands up and begins to pace around the room.

Jenn Drew: You see, there was a time that I could have seen Sativa as a friend, hell, part of me then was hoping for more than that. We had been talking for a bit, hung out a couple of times when you were in the Miami area, I thought things were going swimmingly between us. But there was one night, one precious night where you threw it all away. You took what could have been something good and tossed it aside. Instead of spending time with me, you took off from Miami straight to North Carolina to spend time with the biggest attention seeking thot in this entire company, your so called Queen of The Kingdom. I get it though, at first, you probably saw her and figured it was easy sex. The way she acts and talks, we all can figure out she’s just enjoys getting around a little bit. She’s like the community bicycle, everyone gets a ride from her.

But you chose that over me and that, Sativa, that really bothered me for the longest time. I figured I wasn’t good enough, not worthy of your attention or time anymore because you saw someone who would let you go down on them with the snap of your fingers. Then you joined that little group and I wasn’t even a thought as a friend anymore. I barely even mattered to you anymore. That right there showed me your true colors. You lead people on, thinking there’s something between you and them whether it be friendship or something more and then when the next shiny thing comes along, poof, you just up and disappear. To be honest, you could have done so much better than any woman in your little fuck group. Well, except for maybe Morgan. I can tell that girl is probably a freak.

Jenn brings her hand up to her ear like she’s on the phone as she moves in closer to the camera.

Jenn Drew: Morgan, if you ever get bored of that little group, give Sammi and I a call, we’ll treat you to a good night.

Jenn winks at the camera before sitting back down in the chair and looking directly into the camera once more.

Jenn Drew: Sativa, you’re great in this ring, don’t get me wrong on that front. I have respect for what you have accomplished in the ring, but as a person, that’s been hard for me to do. Tonight though, when we square off in the semi-finals of this tournament, I’m coming at you with everything I have because tonight, this is my night. Tonight is the night I move on to my destiny. You, Amelia, or Azurine aren’t going to stop me.

Speaking of these other two, what a joke they are. One, I beat in my Collision debut, the other, she doesn’t even want to be here, but yet, somehow these two idiots found a way to advance and move on to the other semi-final match tonight. I guess a broken clock is right twice a day and even a blind dog can find food. But it really doesn’t matter because whichever one of you two win your match tonight, that right there is as far as you go. You won’t pass Go and you won’t collect your two hundred dollars. Tonight is my night. Tonight is my destiny and none of you three are going to stop me from getting to where I should be, at the top of the mountain.

Jenn stands up and shoves the camera out of her face before walking to and out of the door before slamming it shut behind her and the camera fades out.

Match #1. Singles Match

Semi-Finals Tournament Round

Amelia Abernathy v. Azurine Vebbins

Azurine and Amelia both stood in the ring as the bell sounded. The two women had very different approaches to this match and it was evident as soon as Azurine made one mover towards Amelia, she immediately dropped to the floor and stood beside Red who was standing at ringside with his arms crossed. Azurine though, immediately came out of the ring and chased after Amelia. As Amelia slid into the ring, she grabbed the ref’s attention and Red did what he does best. He took Azurine and drove her face first into the ring post before delivering a scoop slam right onto the steps. From there, Amelia rolled out of the ring and rolled Azurine back in and went for an immediate cover, only for Azurine to kick out at two. Amelia drags Azurine to the ropes and immediately begins using her leg and the bottom rope to choke Azurine and as she breaks at the count of four, she once again distracts the ref and that allows Red to deliver a massive right hand to Azurine. Azurine stumbles up to her feet and from there, Amelia goes for her windmill punches, but Azurine is able to drop to the mat and deliver an uppercut to Amelia that stuns her.

From there, Azurine took over the match, grabbing Amelia and hitting her with a scoop slam that she followed up with a leg drop across the throat. Azurine doesn’t stop though as she picks Amelia and sends her into the ropes. As she does though, Red is there to grab Amelia by the ankles and pull her out to the floor to safety, or at least they thought. Azurine was having none of it as she climbed up to the top rope and launched herself, taking both Red and Amelia down with a flying crossbody block. The crowd was firmly behind Azurine as she pulled Amelia back to her feet and threw her into the ring. Azurine slid back in and put Amelia up onto her shoulders before delivering an airplane spin that she then used to deliver a Northern Lights Suplex. She went for the cover, but Amelia managed to somehow get a shoulder up at two. Azurine wanted to finish the match off and she picked Amelia up and she delivered The Pearly Gatekeeper and hooked the leg and picked up the victory.

Result: Pinfall

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Match #2. Singles Match

Semi-Finals Tournament Round

Jenn Drew v. Sativa Nevaeh

A highly anticipated matchup that had the fans on the edges of their seats. Surprisingly, there wasn’t a lot of back and forth trash talk but rather the two individuals locked up in the center of the ring and went right at each other. Shots started flying back and forth and both high flyers were taking off around the ring, putting their bodies on the line with every high spot from their arsenal. The Rebel came at The Ganja Goddess with flying crossbodies, satellite DDTs and missile dropkicks. Her agility, speed and sharp wit kept her on her feet as she weathered the Goddess’ storm but Sativa Nevaeh was never one to falter in her steps. Her veteran level experience and ability to take a high amount of punishment left her able to bring the fight right back to Jenn Drew. Nevaeh countered the offense aimed at her with missile dropkicks of her own, adding back elbows, moonsaults and slingblades to the fight. As the match spilled out onto the ringside floor, the two didn’t let that stop them from taking to the air. Moonsaults off of the apron. Springboard sentons off of the barricades. Suplexes, both snap and Northern lights alike onto the thinly padded ringside floor.

To say this was a gruelling match wouldn’t do it justice. Simply put. The two competitors threw every damn thing they had at each other. Taking more and more risks to try and put the other away. Signatures started to come into play as Jenn Drew dished out the corkscrew missile dropkick and the Phoenix Splash. Sativa almost seemed to make Drew tap out to Keif, after failing to score a pinfall with Nerf This! She climbed the ropes and called to the crowd “I Am A Leaf On The Wind!” But instead of watching her soar, they watched Jenn Drew run up the turnbuckle and bring Nevaeh crashing down with an Avalanche Spanish Fly to make her crash and burn. Drew got a nearfall from that and climbed the turnbuckle after Nevaeh kicked out but stayed sprawled on the mat, breathless. Drew measured up at the top and went for her own variation of the 630 Corkscrew Moonsault known as The Curtain Call but Nevaeh curled up, bringing in her knees, causing Drew to crash right across them with her ribs. Drew clutched her midsection, fighting through the pain and working back up to her feet but she turned right towards Sativa, who was waiting with GOT ‘EM! The Ganja Goddess reeled across the mat as well, thinking better of trying to climb again and, instead, locked in Nighty Night. It wasn’t a quick end, not at all. Even through the beating she’d sustained, Drew held on, yelling out more in defiance than anguish as she reached for the ropes. Almost there, it seemed, but not quite as Sativa wrenched back on the clutch submission and with a look of fire in her eyes, almost as if vowing this wasn’t over, Jenn Drew slapped the mat, granting Sativa the submission victory.

Result: Submission

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Fade in on the inside of a locker room. The first thing we see is that very familiar Behold The Kingdom banner, hanging on the wall. Panning back and out, we then see a flat screen television displaying classic Mortal Kombat II. As the shot widens, we’re greeted with Morgan Payne, sitting back on a beanbag chair in a black tank top, black cargo pants and her Timbaland Boots. A black Steelers beanie rests on her head as her thumbs tap away at the vintage SNES controller. On the TV, Scorpion’s icon climbs the familiar mountain of combatants, coming to rest on the Kintaro icon. There’s a low din of mixed reactions as Morgan plays. Seconds later, Backstage Interviewer Josh Davidson comes into frame with her microphone, leaning over Morgan from the side.

Josh Davidson: Hello, Morgan? I’m sorry to bother you, but I was hoping to get a quick word with you?

Morgan Payne: Whatchu want?

Pause. Josh Davidson looks at the camera with confusion on his face.

Josh Davidson: Well, like I said, I was hoping to---

Morgan Payne: I heard whatchu said, Josh! Whatchu wanna know? YEAH! C’MON, BOY! GET SOME!

On the TV screen, Scorpion flips around the 2D stage, evading Kintaro’s attempts to grab, smash and pounce on him. He dodges the Tiger Shokan’s map jump and flips right back in for a quick, multi-hit combo before jumping back, then up and over as Kintaro advances. He lands short. Kintaro grabs Scorpion and punches him across the screen. There goes about 25% of the Shirai Ryu warrior’s health bar. Goddamn it. Kintaro leaps again. Scorpion narrowly evades the descent. Kintaro misses his mark. Scorpion does not. Whoosh-schtick! “GET OVER HERE!” Another combo, ended by an uppercut staggers the sub-boss.

Josh Davidson: Well, this past Tuesday on Collision, Minoru Tanahashi, the Silver Mountain Champion, revealed the details for the match you will have at WrestleKingdom 17 when you two face off for his championship. A lumberjack match where the turnbuckles will be exposed, uncovered from their protective padding and a finishing maneuver must precede a pinfall attempt to win. What do you have to say to that?

Morgan Payne: Cool.

Pause. Josh Davidson looks over at the screen as Scorpion fells Kintaro, still with 25% health left.

Josh Davidson: Wow. You’re really good.

Morgan clicks her tongue.

Morgan Payne: Thanks.

Josh Davidson: So, we also saw that General Manager, Luthor Callaway announced that, out of fifteen lumberjack spots, you and Minoru each have the ability to select five and the other five will be made up of volunteers. Have you given any thought to whom you might choose?

Morgan sits in silence, tapping away on the controller but Kintaro is absolutely relentless in Round 2 and absolutely pummels Scorpion into the cobblestone ground, tying the fight at one round per warrior. Morgan returns the aggression in the final round, leaping and unloading on the Shokan with no mercy.

Morgan Payne: Who am I gon’ pick?

Josh Davidson: Yes! Have you decided?

Morgan taps away, chipping away at Kintaro’s health bar at a steady pace. Scorpion takes a couple of heavy blows and his health bar depletes massively but Morgan perseveres through the uphill battle and drops the towering beast with an impressive onslaught of Scorpion’s special moves until the Shirai Ryu shinobi flies in with a teleport punch, follows up with a sweep to the leg and an uppercut that knocks him down for good. Morgan leans back in the beanbag chair and sticks a cigarette in her mouth, lighting the end with her zippo. Scorpion...Wins!

Morgan Payne: Mmmmh. Joshy boy?

Josh Davidson leans in a little.

Josh Davidson: Yes?

Morgan Payne: ...I’mma have ta ask yinz to gimme some time ta think on dis one….

Oh, you cheeky little bitch. It’s painfully obvious as to what she’s doing. Minoru toyed with her head on the match type. Now, she’s going to toy with him on this.

Morgan Payne: Now...if yinz’ll excuse me….

She looks back at the camera, her view upside down due to her angle, then looks at Josh.

Morgan Payne: I gots an Earth realm ta save.

Josh Davidson straightens his stance, absolutely dumbfounded as Morgan turns her attention back to the screen and her game. The battle against Shao Kahn! Mighty Emperor of Outworld! Round One. Fight!

Josh Davidson: Uhh...well then...back to ringside.

Cut back to the ring.

Match #3. Singles Match

Tournament Finals

Azurine Vebbins v. Sativa Nevaeh

The main event was on and both finalists were hankering for that prize that awaited the winner. Both of them had seen one hell of a match already. Understandable, neither of the two were exactly 100%. Sativa Nevaeh took the early advantage, just bum rushing Azurine in the corner and forcing the start of the bell as Azurine Vebbins fired right back. The two women exchanged right hands while the referee tried to get them to let go of one another’s hair. The break finally came but they were charging again with Nevaeh hitting a hip toss on Vebbins, followed with a basement dropkick to the spine. She went for an early Dragon Sleeper but Azurine got her foot on the ropes and forced the break before managing to slip out of the ring. Sativa came running for a Tope Suicida but Azurine caught her with an enziguri kick right to the side of the head, causing the Ganja Goddess to stop short and eat an ugly landing onto the floor. The Adorkable Angel took advantage of the long countout and utilized ringside to dish out extra damage to her opponent, bouncing Sativa off of the barricades and apron with Hip Tosses and Scoop Slams.

The match made its way back into the ring and Azurine climbed to the top, going for a diving clothesline but Sativa stunned the crowd, countering with Got ‘Em right out of mid air and turned the match around back in her favor. She lifted Vebbins up and followed right up with Order 66, bridging for a pin but Vebbins kicked out, leaving Nevaeh in utter disbelief. She unloaded with some forearms and knees, then ran off the ropes, probably intent on a Slingblade but Vebbins ducked down. Sativa scouted this, however and managed to pull off Blitzed right at the last possible second. To the shock of all, Vebbins rolled through, probably from the adrenaline and gave Sativa a basement dropkick to the face for her troubles. The referee began the count to 10 as the two women began fighting to their feet. Vebbins was up first and grabbed Nevaeh in a set up for the Pearly Gatekeeper but Nevaeh managed to slip loose and land on her feet behind Vebbins. Azurine spun around and went for a discus lariat but Nevaeh ducked under and blasted her with Nerf This! She wasted no time, hurrying to the top then and came back down with the Sonic Screwdriver for the pinfall victory, thus crowning Sativa Nevaeh as the winner of the tournament and challenger for the NFW World Heavyweight Championship against Danni Anderson at WrestleWar XVII!!

Result: Pinfall

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