NFW Trauma #29 - Chicago, IL! 12/08/2020!

Miranda Augustino: ¡Buenas noches, bebés! Que paso with my bitches?! We kicking this shit off right! This is the Eve of Wrestle War episode!

Andrew Payne: Damn right, Mir! We got a big NFW debut tonight for our opener and we got another pre-Wrestle War mix up for some of the United States Title contenders! The champ, Adrianna Salvatore, will team up with one of her opponents, Sela Rica-Lark and take on contenders Griffin Hawkins and Anaquin Adams!

Miranda Augustino: SPACE ROCK, ANDY! Say the name!

Andrew Payne: Is that official?

Miranda Augustino: I DON’T KNOW! Maybe? Part time?

Andrew Payne: Well, alright then. Space Rock versus Rica-Lark and Salvatore! We’ll also see the other contenders in that match in singles action as Carter Slade and Graham Baker will compete separately. Then we’ve got two big co-main events!

Miranda Augustino: Pick your poison, bitches! Papi Crowley’s taking on another debuting name, Trixie Decker. Yo, you got it lucky chica! You get to debut against the champ so make the most of it!

Andrew Payne: It’ll be a Falls Count Anywhere match with Anton Crowley and his opponent,Trixie Decker. She was hand picked by the number one contender for the NFW Undisputed Championship, Super Tiger. However, in response, he also got to choose her opponent for the other half of this main event. It’ll be a battle of the tigers! Super Tiger versus FM Young...Last Person Standing match!

Miranda Augustino: Papi did Tiggy dirty but’chu know what? That’s the name of this game! I think he did good! Super Tiger ain’t no slouch so pick the alpha female of the tigers and make her soften up the cub before she comes for his belt!

Andrew Payne: That’s a good strategy for sure, but Super Tiger definitely had to have picked Trixie Decker for a reason as well! Maybe she can soften up the champ a bit?

Miranda Augustino: Eh.

Andrew Payne: That’s your response?

Miranda Augistino: Eh. I’m being nice like mi madre taught me. Eh.

Andrew Payne: Huh. Well, alright then! This is gonna be one hell of a go home before the big one, everybody! Let’s not waste anymore time! It is time for Tuesday Night Trauma!

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The pre recorded scene opens up outside of a door. The person behind the camera opens the door to walk into a finely lit bathroom. The toilet and the sink are on the right hand side. On the left is the shower. The pink shower curtain is pulled so no one can see the inside of the tub. That all changes when the person behind in the bathtub pulls the curtain back ever so slowly to reveal themselves to be the newest signee of NFW Trauma, Abigail Lindsay. She is submerged enough in the bubble bath so the audience doesn’t see her fully naked body. The imagination can wander. That’s her intent when she blows a few bubbles in the direction of the camera.

Abigail Lindsay: “Would you like to join me?”

By the smirk on Abigail’s face, it’s obvious the person behind the camera would love nothing more than to put the camera down to join the sexy redhead in the tub. Abigail holds up her hand putting a stop to any fantasy the person has of indulging in their fantasy.

Abigail Lindsay: “I wasn’t speaking to you silly. I was asking the question to everyone on the other end of the camera.”

Abigail waves for the audience blessed enough to watch this video.

Abigail Lindsay: “You see a beautiful athletic seductive woman, in the recesses of your mind you are thinking, well, who would turn down such an offer. Between the stimulus, me, and the response, your desire to join me on this adventure, falls the shadow. The small window you have to reconsider your options. Ever heard the maxim beware of appearances? I might appear harmless to each and every single one you blinded by lust, trust me, I am not harmless whatsoever. Before you know it, I already struck. Most of the time you don’t see it coming. Even when I warn you. You don’t listen. That is the fun with society these days, no one is a good listener. Works for lil ole me. More people to play with...”

Abigail giggles.

Abigail Lindsay: “Trina Tanaka. You have a choice. No point telling you to run away. No one listens to a good old fashioned warning. Life wouldn’t be fun if the mice of the world ran away from their impending predicament. Trina, I’m bored. I am in the mood for some old fashioned entertainment. And our general manager decided you would be the first of many. I can’t disappoint in my first ever match on Trauma. Besides, I need to put on a show. Sela is watching, I don’t want to disappoint my bestie.

Abigail blows a kiss into the camera, likely directed at Sele. The scene fades to black.

Opening Match/Singles Match

Trina Tanaka v. Abigail Lindsey

The bell rang and Trina Tanaka came forward with a hand out, seeking a show of good sportsmanship from her debuting opponent. Abigail accepted the handshake but caught Trina off guard with a kick to the midsection. Trina buckled and Abigail leveled her with a discus clothesline. Abigail laid the boots to her, taunting her with light kicks to the head as Trina tried getting up. The new face of Trauma stayed over Tanaka the whole time, verbally taunting her to get inside her head. Trina swiped at her but she stood straight, laughing as the crowd booed her behavior. Abigail beckoned Trina towards her only to catch her with a Spinning Heel Kick to the ribs before dropping down to a knee and rocking Trina with a chop to the throat. Trina wasn’t one to stay down, as everyone knew, and she was getting back to her feet again but Abigail simply waited for her to be in prime position before turning and coming off the ropes with a stiff Springboard Roundhouse across the face. Tanaka was down again and moving even slower as Abigail climbed to the top turnbuckle and crouched, waiting. As Tanaka pulled herself back to her feet, Abigail came off the top rope with a Shooting Star DDT or as she liked to call it - SERENITY NOW - spiking Tanaka’s head into the mat before hooking the leg for the cover. A dominant first victory!

Result: Pinfall

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The camera comes to life inside the locker room of Risa Saito-Jackson, better known as Super Tiger. The young Asian woman is preparing for her match later in the evening. She looks up from taping her wrists with a grin, her eyes pointed off camera.

Super Tiger: So! You ready for your NFW debut?

Trixie: [shrugging] I guess? I haven’t fought a man in nearly a decade, so this is like relearning to ride a bike. I mean, yeah, I’ve fought much larger opponents and, yes, I have found people who claim to be otherworldly beings. But, well, you know him better than I do. What do I need to look out for, besides the height-weight difference?

Super Tiger taps her chin in thought.

Super Tiger: His armbars. He's ended two separate careers with them. Honestly, if he gets one locked in? There's no shame in tapping out if you don't think you can escape. I didn't ask you to come to NFW just to get put on the shelf.

Trixie: [nodding] I’d rather not have to. I’ve only submitted like three times in eleven years, but I’ll remember that. What about his lady? Do I need to be on the lookout for her getting involved in this match?

The luchadora frowns, standing up and beginning to pace. She looks at her friend and shrugs.

Super Tiger: Honestly? I don't know. Sometimes Anton claims he doesn't need help from anybody. Other times Kate shows up. Or that weird Day of the Dead manager Tia.

Risa sits down next to Trixie.

Super Tiger: If they DO try anything, I'll be in gorilla, ready to run down and back you up. Promise.

Trixie leans her head on Risa’s shoulder.

Trixie: Honestly, that’s all I give a shit about. It’s good to know you have my back. I don’t mind fighting one on one, but two or three? That’s garbage. Also, how much bigger is he? Why the hell does he even need help? That’s almost kind of embarrassing. I mean, if you’re a demon, petite scrappers barely over five feet tall shouldn’t be a problem.

Trixie pauses and thinks.

Trixie: No, that’s not true. We’re all tiny psychos who eat souls and drink suffering. He should probably call in more back-up, honestly.

Risa giggles, kissing Trixie on the top of the head.

Super Tiger: It's true. That's how Asian women stay looking young for so long, after all.

The luchadora goes from giggling to laughing, but it dies down quickly.

Super Tiger: In all seriousness sweetheart, just remember. Anton is VERY dangerous. Whether he is a demon or not, His Lowness is good inside those ropes. Hence why I asked for a stipulation that would level the playing field, ya know?

Trixie turns and smiles at Risa.

Trixie: “Good thing I cut my teeth on hardcore rules and streetfights. As long as I can use an environment, I’ve got something on him.’Sides, I’m tiny but mean. But I get it. I’m not pretending this guy is a pushover. I’ve watched his matches. He’s obviously out to hurt people. But it’s past time he got hurt a little himself.

Risa rises to her feet, taking Trixie's hands in her own.

Super Tiger: I wouldn't have asked you to do this if I didn't think you could win. Just… be as careful as you can. I'd hate to upset anyone by getting you hurt.

Trixie grapes Risa’s hands tightly.

Trixie: “I promise, no stupid risks. No being too proud. No showboating. Go in, try to hurt him, try to get a win. That’s all I’m trying to do tonight. I can make a better point out of a victory than I can out of mocking him. An insult only goes so far. A loss will cut down to the marrow.

Tiger nods, pulling Trixie into a hug.

Super Tiger: So… are you ready to make your debut? NFW has some of the best, loudest fans anywhere. They're why I stopped being the bad girl after only three weeks.

Trixie stands up and pecks Risa on the forehead.

Trixie: Sure am! Demon or not, I’m about to give him a violent, hard match and, if I have any say to it, I’m sending his ass right back down to hell where it belongs. And if anyone comes to help him, they can join him. [Trixie’s eyes glimmer] In pieces, if need be.
The screen inside the Collision Center went a bit static for a few seconds, then black and finally lit up to show the loading docks where Carter Slade is working with a set of resistance bands, dressed and prepped for his match as he usually arrives early, changes and gets out before having to see too many of his coworkers. He looks down to the camera, knowing it’s feeding live right now, but he just continues his workout, doing a set of curls, a set of fly pulls, and a sort of lat pull. He then lowers the resistance band, cracks his neck, then his knuckles.

Carter: Three straight wins, then a loss, then a bounce back, and lose, and bounce back and lose, and so on and so on, then big win, big loss, downward spiral, and now I’m stuck in one of the two bathroom break matches. Yea I’m in the United States title match at Wrestlewar, but the fact that four of the people in that match are in tag matches against each other and two of us have matches with the dregs, speaks volumes.

Carter shakes his head then grabs a roll of athletic tape from his bag to start preparing for his match.

Carter: So much promise when I arrived, and now I’m facing a malnourished wannabe crash test dummy with half his face painted and skinny daisy dukes over leggings. Not even tights and boots, leggings, and those stupid skater shoes. I…

Carter finishes taping his wrist, tosses the tape back in the bag, grabs his ring jacket, and tosses it on.

Carter: I’ll make sure they remember this damn match.

Carter grabs his bag, heads inside, slings it at a worker, and just keeps walking.

Carter: Please make sure that finds its way to my locker. The twenty in the front compartment is for you, if it makes it there.

The crew member nods and heads off towards the locker room as Carter makes his way towards the ring, his head powered and focused on the path in front of him, ignoring everyone to the side and making a few people dodge out of his way as he heads to the ring with clear intent.

Match #2/Singles Match

Carter Slade v. Jimmy Bones

~DING DING DING~

Slade fires out of the corner like a rocket with a running high knee that rocks Bones. Carter spins the smaller man around, and then tosses him overhead with a snap dragon suplex. Carter pulls Jimmy back up, whips him into the corner and charges with a running European uppercut, but the relentless goth punk moves out of the way, clutches the ropes and delivers an enziguri. Jimmy catches Carter flush and goes to whip Slade into the opposite corner, but it’s countered and Jimmy hits the corner hard. Bones uses that rush to charge right back and hit a shotgun dropkick into the corner. Bones tries to whip Carter into the corner again, and again it’s countered, this time with Bones eating the running European uppercut. Carter pulls Jimmy out of the corner, and hauls him up for a shin breaker. Carter keeps control of the leg and hits a big dragon screw leg whip. Carter maintains control of the log, rolls through, bringing Jimmy up once more and hits the same shin breaker, dragon screw combo. Slade still has the leg and this time when he rolls through he simply raises Jimmy’s knee up and starts slamming it down onto the mat. After driving Jimmy’s knee into the mat three times, he releases, then pulls Jimmy up and puts him right back down with a fireman’s carry gutbuster. One more lift up and this time it’s a tilt-a-whirl backbreaker. Slade is in full control now and pulls Jimmy into the middle of the ring. Carter blasts Jimmy with Blood Moon Rising, almost knocking him out, but he doesn’t go for the cover. Instead he locks on the Western Gateway. Bones cries out in pain as the hold is applied right in the middle of the ring. Bones reaches out to the ropes but he knows he’s stuck and starts tapping out.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: The winner of the match as a result of a submission…CARTER SLADE!

Andrew Payne: Carter Slade definitely not getting paid by the hour.

Miranda Augustino: He wanted to make a statement, but is destroying Jimmy fucking Bones that big of a deal?

Almost as if he heard her, Carter yanks his hand away from the ref, pulls Jimmy back to his feet, and plants him in the middle of the ring with The Killing Blow. Carter isn’t finished though as he pulls Jimmy back to his feet and again hits the shin breaker/dragon screw leg whip combo. Carter then delivers a few hard stomps to the knee before he slides out of the ring, goes under, and pulls out a steel chair. Carter slides in and threatens the ref who tries to back him off. The ref slides out and Carter drives the chair down onto the knee of Jimmy Bones. Carter continues slamming the chair down onto the knee of the goth-punk as he cries out in pain. Carter lets out a primal scream, grabs Jimmy’s leg, and drags him over towards the ropes. Carter takes Jimmy’s leg and sandwiches it between the chair, then drapes his ankle over the bottom rope. Carter goes to the apron and the bell starts to suddenly ring.

Thea Crawford: I have just been informed that the referee has reversed their decision and the winner of the match as a result of a disqualification… JIMMY BONES!

Andrew Payne: It serves Slade right. He had won the match, there was no need for all that extra. You wanna hit one move to make a statement, okay, but you don’t try to end someone’s career.

Miranda Augustino: Slade doesn’t give a fuck about that kid or his career.

Carter goes to leap up and deliver his signature Game Misconduct right on to the leg, but there are now multiple officials in the ring and security down on the floor. Carter stops, turns to security, and then flies off the apron, taking down a few of them. He stands up and more rush down to haul him off as he’s seething with rage.

Result: Via Disqualification

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Amy Connors is backstage with Griffin Hawkins and Anaquin Adams.

Amy Connors: I’m here with “The Universal Superstar” Anaquin Adams and Griffin Hawkins.

Anaquin and Griffin converge on the screen to flank Amy on either side.

Amy Connors: Anaquin. Griffin. Tonight you two will team up once again as you take on Sela Rick-Lark and the United States Champion Adrianna Salvatore. The question is, can you both trust one another this close to WrestleWar where it will be every person for themselves in a six-pack Hell in A Cell challenge for the United States Championship?

Anaquin Adams: First of all, WrestleWar is WrestleWar, and it’s not tonight, so I’m not even looking ahead to that event. When it comes, I’ll be ready regardless of who is in the match with me. What I’m looking at right now is the next obstacle in front of me and my tag team partner here, which is a fight against Sela Rick-Lark and Adrianna Salvatore. Salvatore isn’t the United States Champion for nothing. She’s one of the toughest around, and Lark is the same. I’ve been watching her, and seeing as she’s also vying for the US title at WrestleWar, she’s going to be looking to prove a point here tonight. So, Griffin and I are going to have to make that point before she does. Ain’t that right, Griff?

Griffin Hawkins: You damn right. The biggest night of the year is upon...but that’ night is not tonight. Tonight we got business to take care of in that ring. Also..not to be a gossiper, but as we saw on social media, our opponents might have problems getting along. See..Adrianna and Sela aren’t really friends, so we’re not expecting them to do each other’s nails or braid each other’s hair on the weekends..but unlike them, we can trust one another. Both of them are former United States Champions and they are gonna be right in our face at WrestleWar. But I can honestly say that I trust Anaquin..so far she hasn’t steered me wrong..but at WrestleWar it’s everybody for themselves.

Anaquin Adams: Now, don’t take this the wrong way. Throughout wrestling, tag team partners haven’t always gotten along and have been very successful. Plus, I feel Lark may stoop to using some underhanded tactics, but we will have our eyes wide open. But in the end, there’ll be no excuses from this team. We hope our opponents can say the same. We go in, and we give it one hundred percent and win, lose or draw, we are still going to WrestleWar to fight for the United States Championship. So, bicker all you want on social media, ladies. When we step into the ring later on tonight, the talking is done. The rhetoric is finished. The tweets will mean absolutely nothing. It’ll be what happens in that ring, and I know I’m ready to do whatever it takes to win tonight, no matter what I have to go through, and I feel the same can be said for my partner tonight.

Griffin Hawkins: You are absolutely right. I have been in the ring with both of our opponents. Sela is a former United States Champion, and she is looking to wear the gold again and believes a victory over us will be a step in the right direction..but if she thinks it’s gonna be that easy, then that chick is a few gallons short of a full keg. If she wants to get crazy...fine, we’ll get crazy. Because myself and my partner...we ain’t scared of her or anybody. But let’s not leave out the woman of the hour...Adrianna. She’s the U.S Champ and has held onto that title for a long long time. Last time I was in the ring with her, I came this close to getting the win. On that night she was the better athlete, I never forgot that. So given the chance, if I pin her..I avenge that loss going into WrestleWar. We don’t know what’s gonna happen tonight, but all I know is..we’re both ready to go through hell to get our hands raised.

Amy Connors: Just one more question guys. Let’s say at WrestleWar when the smoke is cleared and it’s just you two left standing, which one of you will go home with the United States title?

Anaquin Adams: I don’t feel there is any shame at all when the match is over and Griffin can rightly admit that I was the better competitor that night as I’m wearing the United States Championship around my waist. What do you think, Griffin?”

Griffin Hawkins: Win or lose, I respect you. I think you’re a hell of an athlete with a bright future ahead of you in this company...but I’m a business man and I gotta do whatever it takes to bring the U.S Belt home with me..until then, we gotta take care of the family business here tonight.

As Anaquin and Griffin head off screen, Amy turns to the camera.

Amy Connors: Looks like Adams and Hawkins are on the same page tonight, even if it’s for one night only. At WrestleWar, it will be an entirely different situation. Adams and Hawkins vs. Salvatore and Lark is coming up later tonight. Back to ringside.

Match #3/Singles Match

Graham Baker v. The Soz

This one was...well...how can it be said? It was ugly. The bell rang and The Soz was all energy and charisma as he bounced around on the balls of his feet, running circles around The Guillotine. Meanwhile, Graham Baker just turned slowly in place, keeping an eye on him. Soz pumped his fists in the air, getting the crowd behind him and even starting a “SOZ” chant before he turned back to Graham Baker and the Guillotine just caught him off guard with a lunging lariat that laid Soz right the fuck out. Baker didn’t even let Soz try to get up on his own. Instead, he pulled him up by the hair, ignoring the referee’s warning and delivered a prompt What Goes Around, sending The Soz crashing to the mat. Baker was ruthless as he hovered over NFW’s loveable loser, simply standing as The Soz slowly pulled himself up on Graham’s boots and tights but The Soz eventually slumped back down onto the mat. Graham looked a little amused as he just stepped around and lifted Soz up into Necessary Evil before dropping the poor bastard right a modified facebuster. Soz went completely motionless here while Graham Baker turned him over for the pinfall.

Result: Pinfall

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The scene comes up backstage with a very nervous Amy Connors standing by.

Amy: Ladies and gentlemen, my… my guest at this… time, the… Underground Queen, Sela-Rica Lark.

Sela steps into view of the camera, but as she does, Amy takes two steps back until two burly security guards step forward. Sela smiles at the two guards and shakes her head.

Sela: Heh, really now Amy, haven't we moved past all this? Even if you were my next target do you think any protection hired by the management could stop me?

Amy is given a long moment of pause before she finally steps between the security guards, but keeps herself close to them.

Amy: Sela… Sela tonight you team with the US champion Adrianna Salvatore to take on Anaquin Adams and Griffin Hawkins. Any thoughts...

Sela: Many thoughts Amy, but only a few that are relevant to the questions you want to ask: what do I think of teaming with the one who beat me for the US title? What are my opinions in my opponents? How will this affect my mindset going into WrestleWar? And, most importantly,...

Sela smiles looking Amy directly in the eyes causing the interviewer to cow a little under Sela's gaze.

Sela: ... who will I be coming after next? Let's answer that burning question first. I don't know. No see I don't know because so many in this company haven't embraced the monster inside them and it's so difficult to choose who to cause a fall from grace next. But I can promise this, the storm is still coming, the Force of Nature is still going to hit another target. But it will do so only on its own whim.

Sela smirks proudly and takes a deep breath.

Sela: Now for tonight, you laid out everything fairly appropriately. Here's something maybe you aren't aware of: Anaquin and Griffin have this magnetism for each other where Adrianna and I are far too similar in so many specific ways to ever come together effectively. I admit to this, but the differences don't stop there either. No, no see, Adrianna and myself, we are two of the most violent and destructive personalities on Trauma, where our opponents prefer the happy sunshine and rainbows of friendship and frivolity. Adrianna, like myself, has embraced the monster inside her, but our opponents… well they still live in optimism.

Sela giggles as she begins to sway slowly in place.

Sela: Hehehehe, it's almost joyous indeed if it weren't so pathetic that they hold on to their hypocritical hope and cheer and deny what they truly are deep down. Both of them build these layers and layers to hide their true nature. It's sickening really. And it is long past time they were truly woke to the reality of their own designs. They are as dark inside as the deepest black hole and it scares them to release that from within themselves. They fear losing themselves to it, but they miss the point entirely. They ARE that darkness and they are losing themselves to their own manufactured light! That's what really destroys them both!

Sela chuckles lightly as her head lols once more and snaps to look at Amy again. The security guards both keenly watch Sela now.

Sela: My… partner tonight will no doubt be out there to show how effectively she can retain her title in the face of these adversities: her own partner, myself, unsure if she can even be trusted and her opponents, just as hungry for their own advantages heading into WrestleWar. Let me ease one thing, until the outcome is decided, I won't be harming Adrianna at all. She is still key to regaining the US title after all. But destruction won't save her tonight, or at WrestleWar. The Force of Nature will flatten both Griffin and Anaquin. And the Underground Queen will reclaim her throne at WrestleWar.

Sela reaches her hand out which causes Amy to recoil and the security guards to shift their positions, but when all Sela does is chuckle and give Amy a pat on the cheek the security relaxes even though Amy does not. Even as Sela walks away, Amy is still tense until the scene fades out.

Match #4/Tag Team Match

Griffin Hawkins & Anaquin Adams v. Sela Rica-Lark & Adrianna Salvatore

As the bell sounded, Anaquin and Sela started things off for their respective teams. The crowd was behind the team of Anaquin and Griffin as they let it be known right away. Anaquin and Sela started with a lockup with Sela forcing Anaquin into the ropes and as the ref called for a clean break, Sela delivered a hard chop to the chest. Sela took over from there too and she effectively cut the ring in half, hitting Anaquin with a spear as the green haired woman rebounds off the ropes from an Irish Whip. Sela tags in Adrianna who comes in and slows the pace of the match down even more using her power to keep Anaquin in her half of the ring. Adrianna picked Anaquin up and delivered a pumphandle slam before hitting the ropes and delivering a series of leg drops across the throat before going for a cover and getting a two count. Anaquin would find a way to dodge a discus lariat attempt by Adrianna and dive to her corner and making the tag to Griffin.

Griffin came in, taking Adrianna down with a clothesline and dropped Sela to the floor with a forearm shot. Griffin followed it up with a Glamslam to Adrianna and goes for a cover, only for Sela to break it up at two. Sela delivers a snap DDT to Griffin before rolling out of the ring and yelling for Adrianna to make the tag. Before she can though, Anaquin gets tagged into the match by Griffin and she’s once again dropped off the apron. Sela comes back into the ring and delivers another spear to Anaquin before Griffin comes in and drops her with Shot in the Dark. As Griffin turns around, he’s takes Hell’s Bell by Adrianna that sends him out of the ring. As Adrianna turns around though, Anaquin is on the top rope and she launches, delivering Hell’s Hammer on Adrianna and hooking the leg, picking up a win over the United States Champion

Result: Pinfall

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The scene opens up into an opulent room. Black and red gilded tapestries line the walls. In the center of the far wall sits a throne. Upon it sits The Demon King, Anton Crowley. On a stand to his left is the NFW Undisputed Title. To his right stands none other than Kate Bass. Her hand rests on Anton’s shoulder. The pair stare into the camera for a moment.

Anton Crowley: When I heard the announcement that Little Tiger and I would be able to pick each other’s opponent and match for tonight my mind started working. Not only did I want to ensure that Little Tiger will not be one hundred percent ready for Wrestle War physically, but also mentally as well. So here we are...

That wicked and sinister grin creeps across Anton’s face.

Anton Crowley: Little Tiger against her friend and mentor in a last person standing match. Both of them will not give up easily. Both will take a beating before it’s all over. Win or Lose, Little Tiger will not be in perfect health come Wrestle War.

Anton adjusts on his throne. A pensive look on his face.

Anton Crowley: On the other side of that coin I had to try and guess or imagine what Little Tiger would pick for me. My mind raced at what devious and tortuous match she would come up for me. I must admit, I was disappointed when I saw what it was. Then I paused and realized that I assumed she would be as malicious as I was. I was preparing for a match against Kate, or Miranda, or Tia, or even have Eavan come back for a match. One of them in something violent.

Anton shrugs.

Anton Crowley: But I got falls count anywhere against a literal nobody. I had not heard of Trixie Decker until this match was announced. A throwaway opponent in a throwaway match. Little Tiger thinks her mystery person will change the outcome of Wrestle War in her favor. But she does not realize that her defeat is already assured. The Little Tiger cannot avoid the inevitable.

Anton smirks.

Anton Crowley: Trauma’s Demon King shall continue to reign into the New Year. I shall carry us into an age of greatness and prosperity. Those not willing to do their part shall be dealt with. See you are Wrestle War, Little Tiger.

Anton raises his hand and gives a dismissive wave. He sits back on his throne. He looks at Kate and motions for her to come and sit with him. The scene fades as she sits on Anton’s lap.

Co-Main Event/Falls Count Anywhere

Trixie Decker v. Anton Crowley

The bell rings, and Trixie immediately drops to the mat, rolling out to the floor. Anton does the same on his side of the ring before slowly stalking his way around to where Decker is. As he rounds the corner, the Jinx comes up with a kendo stick swinging, catching him in the ribs as he jumps back. Crowley growls in pain, and when Trixie swings again, he catches the weapon, yanking it out of her hands. Trixie’s eyes go wide as she scrambles to get back into the ring, but not before Anton brings the kendo stick down, hard, across her neck and shoulders. Decker crumples against the apron, and Crowley, with a sadistic grin on his face, swings again, hitting the same spot. Trixie cries out, falling to the floor. Anton goes for a third swing, but Trixie rolls out of the way and to her feet. Crowley readies the weapon, but Decker sprints forward, ducking the swing before sliding back into the ring. Anton gives chase, but Trixie catches him with a boot to the chest as he climbs through the ropes. Crowley drops the weapon, and it falls to the floor before the Jinx wraps him up and drops him to the mat with a DDT. She drags the larger man to the center of the ring, going for a cover, but the referee isn’t even in position before Anton kicks out.

Trixie runs across the ring, hitting the ropes and coming back, looking for a lariat as Crowley gets to his feet, but Anton counters with a spear, launching himself forward as he rises to level Decker. Trixie lets out an audible gasp as Anton connects, and a groan as her back hits the mat. Crowley grabs a fistful of Trixie’s hair, pulling her to her feet before blasting her with the series of strikes he refers to as Lingchi, rocking the woman before kicking her in the stomach to deliver a DDT of his own, which he immediately follows up with a knee drop to the chest. He holds there as the referee comes in to count, but the crafty little woman known as the Jinx manages to get her shoulder up at two. Anton shakes his head, pulling Trixie to her feet before turning her around to immediately drop her on her head with a high angle German Suplex. He doesn’t release her, rolling them both to their feet before repositioning to hit a Dragon Suplex before letting go. Trixie groans as she tries to get to her hands and knees, but Anton just boots her in the side of the face, a wicked sneer on his face as Decker crumples to the mat. He leans down, grabbing another fistful of hair as he goes to pull Trixie to her feet, but Decker swings an uppercut straight up between Crowley’s thighs, the low blow driving the breath from Anton’s lungs. He releases Decker’s hair, dropping to a knee as Trixie scrambles to her feet, backing away to create some space.

She looks to Crowley, who is taking deep breaths to try and get to his feet, before she rebounds off the ropes, coming back and hitting Anton under the chin with a rising knee strike before turning to drop on top of him with a senton. She goes for another pin, but Anton kicks out at a late one. Trixie gets to her feet again, dragging Anton to his before rebounding off the ropes again, looking for a dropkick. She’s caught off guard, however, when Anton roars and takes two steps forward to level her with a Clothesline from Hell! Crowley moves now like a man possessed, and it’s clear what he’s planning as he begins to stomp on Decker’s left arm at both the wrist and elbow. He doesn’t let up, continuing until Trixie manages to roll away, tears in her eyes as she clutches her limp arm. Anton stalks Decker now like a hunter and it’s prey, slowly circling Trixie, who is backing away to try and keep the Demon King at a distance. When she’s finally backed into the corner, Anton steps in, but she slips to the side, dropping down to roll out to ringside again. Crowley follows, dropping to the floor behind her. She’s got the kendo stick from earlier in one hand, which she swings at him, but only using one arm, he simply slaps the strike aside, knocking the weapon to the floor. He charges now, but Trixie hits a drop toe hold, causing him to fall forward into the ringpost. He rolls off to the side, cursing as he holds a hand to his face. Decker runs in, looking to get a shot in, but Anton turns, swinging an arm and leveling her with another huge lariat.

Crowley tosses the injured Decker back into the ring, dragging her to the center before standing her up. He grabs her arm, turning it up and holding it tight behind Trixie’s back, ignoring the cries of protest from the Jinx. He twists her wrist, applying more pressure, and Decker shakes her head, stomping her feet in an attempt to get him to let go, but no luck. He tugs the arm up even further, Trixie’s shoulder bending the complete wrong way as he continues to manipulate her joints. Finally he releases everything but her wrist, holding it tight despite her attempts to escape.

Anton Crowley: I hope you are watching, Little Tiger!

Anton throws Trixie to the mat, and gets into position to lock in the Kimura, but Decker uses her small frame to her advantage, rolling through to hook both of Anton’s legs and roll him up. Crowley kicks out just after the referee counts three, and Decker immediately rolls out of the ring, dropping to a knee at the bottom of the ramp. Anton roars in fury, slamming his fists into the mat before rising to his feet.

Anton Crowley: This isn’t over! I’m going to break the Little Tiger at WrestleWar! Your victory means nothing, Trixie Decker!

Winner: Trixie Decker

Result: Pinfall

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Main Event/Last Person Standing

FM Young v. Super Tiger

The bell rings and both women meet in the middle of the ring, sharing a quick hug before backing up a few steps. FM still looks unsure, but there’s a grin a mile wide on the masked face of Super Tiger as the two women begin to circle. Super Tiger strides out into the middle of the ring, planting her feet and holding her hands up, beckoning FM into a test of strength. The crowd’s reaction is a mixture of laughing and cheers as Young shakes her head, a grin on her own face as she steps into place, locking hands with Tiger. It’s quite clear the larger woman has the strength advantage here, but the diminutive luchadora doesn’t back down, straining against FM’s advance. Risa finally drops down, sliding in between FM’s legs before kipping up to her feet as FM turns around, shaking her head with a laugh.

Super Tiger throws a variety of chops and open palm strikes into FM’s chest, the action finally starting to get serious before Young brings a big chop down over Risa’s shoulder. This stops the luchadora’s barrage of strikes long enough for FM to deliver a hard forearm strike to Tiger’s face, dropping the smaller woman to the mat long enough for a count, but Risa gets up at 5. Young nods in encouragement. Super Tiger sprints forward, ducking the forearm attempt from FM to hop up and springboard off the second rope, landing on Young’s shoulders and taking her down with a headscissors whip. The older Tiger doesn’t stay down long, rising to her feet just in time for Risa to hit an enzugiri before stepping back and waiting. Now it’s Young’s turn to get up, doing so at 4 and Super Tiger nods, applauding her mentor.

Both women are on their feet now, and FM grabs Tiger by the wrist for an Irish Whip, but Risa counters, tossing Young into the ropes. The crowd boos loudly as FM crashes to the mat, revealing Cali-Kate at ringside, having caught Young by the ankle on the rebound. They cheer, however, when Super Tiger comes sprinting over to springboard off the top rope, hitting a moonsault on the interloper. Risa rolls to her feet, grabbing Kate and tossing her into the ring. Cali-Kate gets to her feet, immediately realizing the dilemma she’s in, but it’s too little too late as FM’s back on her feet and grabs her around the waist, bringing her over in a brutal German Suplex! Super Tiger climbs up onto the apron and then onto the top rope, holding her arms out wide as FM Young hoists Kate into a powerbomb position, slamming her down just as Risa comes in with a double footed stomp! The two women roll the interloper out of the ring and to the floor, sharing a fist bump as Kate gets to her knees, a look of anger on her face as she slowly makes her way back up the ramp.

The two women in the ring begin to circle before Super Tiger turns around, hitting the ropes to springboard off the top rope, looking for a headscissors whip, but FM catches her, dropping her down with a hard powerbomb. She pulls Risa up to her feet, launching her into the ropes before catching her on the rebound with a huge powerslam. She stands and waits, calling for Super Tiger to stay down, but Super Tiger powers up at 7, leaving FM with a look of surprise on her face as Risa gets to her feet. FM makes her way over, and Risa slips around her, coming off the ropes, surprising the larger woman with a Codebreaker on Young! Risa waits, but FM is already stirring. Tiger moves into action again, climbing up to the top rope before signaling for the Flight of the Tiger, but Young is already getting to her feet at 7. Risa leaps, but FM catches her to deliver a modified version of Human Error Processor! Tiger eats the mat and FM Young rolls back up to a knee and stands as the referee counts. Super Tiger stirs at about 5 and makes it up to all fours but, surprisingly, she just crawls over into the corner and sits back against the turnbuckle, catching her breath. FM Young hunches, ready to strike on the rise but Super Tiger stays down until the referee reaches...10! That’s it?! Yes! 10! The bell rings and the match is awarded to FM Young! Afterwards, a smile of realization crosses Young’s face and she helps Super Tiger up who smiles and taps her temple.

Andrew Payne: Well, FM Young’s the winner but, Miranda, I gotta say I think Super Tiger had her own motivation there!

Miranda Augustino: Did...did she...did she just outsmart, Papi?!

Andrew Payne: I gotta hand it to her! Why risk potential injury when you wanna make sure you’re a hundred percent for the biggest match of your career?! I think Super Tiger proved she has just as much brains as she has heart!

Miranda Augustino: I gotta admire that!

Andrew Payne: That’s our show for tonight, everyone! We’ll see you next week for our year end show! It’s gonna be war, indeed! A Wrestle War to be exact but we’ll see you back for Aftershock first, this Saturday! We’ll see you later, ladies and gentlemen!

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