NFW Trauma #30! 01/12/2021!

Andrew Payne: Good evening, ladies and gentlemen! Welcome to the first episode of New Frontier Wrestling’s Trauma for the year of 2021! This! Is! Episode #30!

Miranda Augustino: Si papacito! We’re back, bitches! Y’all miss mommy?!

Andrew Payne: Will you sit your ass down?

The camera jumps over to actually show the table. Miranda’s up out of her chair, pop lockin’ for the camera.

Andrew Payne: Mir. Mir!! Miranda!! HEY!!

Miranda Augustino: What?!

She finally stops and turns sharply towards him and her headset gets yanked off her head due to the tension on the wire. Miranda hilariously fumbles with it and ducks down to pick her headset up. Andrew just rolls his eyes.

Andrew Payne: Happy New Year, everyone. We’re back.

He thumbs to Miranda’s butt as she looks for her headset. She doesn’t seem to notice or maybe she just doesn’t care that her thong is peeking out over her jeans. She’s too busy cursing in Spanish as she looks for her headset.

Andrew Payne: Well, while she does that, welcome ladies and gentlemen, again, to our thirtieth episode of Trauma. We’ve got a stacked card for this evening, some fresh faces making their debuts, we’ll be hearing from our United States and Undisputed Champions and I’m sure the talk of the town is gonna be...well...what happened last week on our partner brand, Collision? For those of you who missed it, ah...well, it would seem some of our very own on the blue brand decided to pay the red side a visit.

Miranda Augustino: Simón, carnal! Y’all motherfuckers got y’alls asses whupped, didn’t ya?! Talk that shit, get ya face hit! I’m just glad Kitten didn’t get hurt. Any y’all on this show touch my baby, I’ll slice your shit and toss it in a gutter!

Andrew Payne: Whoa, whoa, whoa! Mir, you realize this was never meant to be a competition, right? We’re all under the same banner. We got so stacked with talent that Steven Brody saw fit to split the rosters to accommodate everyone.

Miranda Augustino: BUT! But...Collision had to go on runnin’ they fuckin’ mouth about bein’ the A show. Talkin’ ‘bout the competition here ain’t shit.

Andrew Payne: One person said that, Mir. One!

Miranda Augustino: Yeah and look who it was.

Miranda makes a face and a jerk off motion. The show hasn’t been on for five minutes yet and Andrew’s always running his hands down his face.

Andrew Payne: This is gonna be a long ass night. Let’s go ahead and get it started!

Miranda Augustino: ¡Salud, putas!

Miranda’s got her flask out and raises it to the camera, before taking a big swig.. Andrew gets a look on his face that says ‘fuck, we’re gonna get canned’ just before the shot cuts away to the Network ad.

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The arena goes dark before lights like fireflies illuminate everything.


Andrew Payne: I know you’ve been waiting a long time to say it, Miranda. You’re practically shaking.

Eavan Maloney walks out in street clothes consisting of ripped black jeans, a black American Murder Log t-shirt under her opened leather jacket among the shadows from the illuminated fireflies all over the arena, looking around at everyone, arms outstretched like she is welcoming everyone to her environment.

Miranda Augustino: MAMI’S HOME!

Eavan walks down the ramp, arms still outstretched, slow but with a purpose. As she gets to the ringside area, she looks up at the ring, and seeing the commentary team on the far side, walks over with a smirk on her face. Upon seeing Payne, she rolls her eyes and flips him off before getting on her knees atop the desk in front of Miranda, and sticks her tongue out at her suggestively before giving her a huge hug. As she rolls over the desk, she calls for a microphone before rolling into the ring under the bottom rope. She paces around the ring, as the firefly effects fade out and the standard arena lights return.

Andrew Payne: To say she hasn’t changed her attitude would be an understatement.

Miranda Augustino: And I’m loving every minute of it. I for one am glad to see Mami again.

Eavan looks around the Collision Center, taking everything in. The fan reaction is mixed, as expected, and Eavan nods to herself before raising the microphone to her lips.

Eavan Maloney: Guess third time’s the charm, huh?

There are pockets of cheers of ‘Welcome back’ as well as a large enough presence of ‘Go away’ which Eavan gets a chuckle over.

Eavan Maloney: Hey, you know what? I deserve that. I’m aware enough that I’m not the easiest person to work with, and yet when I contacted Mr. Brody, he and Miss Santiago practically started drooling over the prospect of me coming back. I talked it over with the girls back home, hej Nala och Adriana. And, with their support, here I stand back inside an NFW ring.

The reaction is stronger now, the cheers starting to drown out the boos, which Eavan nods her approval over.

Eavan Maloney: Now, I have to say, I was a little disappointed that I didn’t get the opportunity to be here last week when we invaded Collision. I kinda missed the fun. I’m sure she’s going to LOVE me saying this, but Cass Baumer? THIS… is the A Show, and YOU… are an A Hole.

The fans pop and start chanting ‘Cass-Hole’ which causes Eavan to drop to one knee and start laughing, before composing herself and getting back up.

Eavan Maloney: Casshole, I like it. I missed you my warriors, I won’t lie. So, while I waited to make my big return, I looked up and down the roster, and I saw a lot of familiar faces. Of course, my friends from House Crowley are here, with the Demon King himself sitting on his throne as the Undisputed Champion. Now, knowing Izzy from the brief time I worked with her the last time I was here, she is going to make me start all the way at the bottom and force me to work my way back up and you know what? I’m cool with that. Gives me time to make some new friends, and mostly enemies, because I only move in one direction and that’s up. So Anton, Anakin? For now, you’ve nothing to worry about because I won’t be knocking on your doors just yet. Well, for matches anyways.

Eavan winks at the camera and smirks.

Eavan Maloney: Which brings me to the rest of the roster, and again, some familiar faces. Even have a couple of bucket list people. People like Miss Congeniality Azzy Vebbins and my hockey buddy, Griffin Alfredsson Hawkins. We have River Chance who’s too innocent for this world but she’s a hell of a talent. We have Adrianna Salvatore who’s big, bad, and someone I have quite a bit of history with. And we have a lot of promising talent which I’m intrigued about. Of course, there is another here I have some history with who I’m sure had audible eye-rolling and that’d be an old nemesis of mine from back in Hybrid. Hello Cunt, um I mean Hunt. I’m sure we’ll be seeing each soon enough. However, there was one person who stood out, even welcomed me back though I’ll admit I had no idea who she was. Calls herself Super Tiger?

The crowd pops huge for Super Tiger and Eavan looks around the arena, an eyebrow cocked as she paces the ring. She nods along with the crowd who break out in a ‘Super Tiger’ chant.

Eavan Maloney: I’m guessing you guys have heard of her, huh? Well, they say every journey begins with a single step. And that FIRST step? Will be me putting my foot through that damn tiger’s skull!

Andrew Payne: And THERE is the Eavan Maloney I remember. I was almost convinced that she had changed in her absence.

Miranda Augustino: YES!

The crowd quickly turns on Eavan as she laughs again, leaning herself against the ropes looking down at everyone.

Eavan Maloney: You guys are SO predictable! Put on a cute smile, make a grand return, you get nostalgic. I say some flowery words about how great it is to be back, reel you all in and then BAM! Call out your big favorite and watch the hate come over you all. Pathetic as always. Risa, I get it, I was new once as well. Eager to step up against the established veterans to rub shoulders with them, make yourself a name. I get it, I respect it, just… who the FUCK do you think you are thinking you can get on MY level? Huh? With your stupid little mask and your flippy dippy shit, I could ground you and beat you damn near dead in this ring if I had to. Unfortunately, you’re nowhere near my league, kid. Go play with the other rookies until you’re worth a damn.

The boos get louder as Eavan shakes her head, sneering at the camera and the crowd.

Eavan Maloney: Santiago, throw your best to the slaughter, because I’m only here to finish what I started, and it ends with the Undisputed Title. Let the Chaos… commence.

Eavan drops the mic as the lights in the arena change back to the fireflies. Eavan extends her arms as she smirks to the crowd as we go to commercial.
No sooner has Eavan left backstage when the lights go out in the arena. The audience is left to wonder foe a second what's happening when


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


The screen flashes


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.

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.

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 calls for a mic and is handed one. The audience wastes no time making their displeasure known to her.

Kate: Boo boo, boo boo, boo hoo hoo. Waaaah, waaahh, you are sounding like Dustin more and more. Bunch of babies all around, but the difference is I don't actually care for any of you. So if you'll shut the fuck up, I'll get through this now. First things first, welcome back Eavan, it's legitimately fucking awesome to see you back. However long or short it is, it's actually put a smile on my face to see you.

The audience jeers Kate more despite her sincere statement. Kate just rolls her eyes.

Kate: Second item of business, I want to address what happened last week. Bear with me a moment. There was this idea to bring together a group of talented individuals and fight for brand supremacy. It's called Trauma. And we went over to Collision and made our presence known in a big, huge fucking, way. But, there is one thing I want to address. You see, Trauma only has one leader, one person that it can rely completely on. To be even more clear than that, he is the only person who walked away from WrestleWar with his title still around his waist. That is my Dark Heart, the Demon King, the NFW Undisputed Champion, Anton Crowley! Adrianna, she got to fire the first salvo and she did make a huge statement. But she is no leader.

Kate smirks as she looks the camera dead on. The audience is absolutely going nuts.

Kate: Because I shouldn't have to remind you that what makes a good leader isn't the actions the leader takes, but the way they organize their followers. It was only fucking appropriate to have Adrianna be the face of the invasion, but she isn't the one calling the goddamn shots. In fact, not only is Anton doing more for that than Adrianna but let's not forget who fucking led Team Isabella last year in WarGames and gave Adrianna that opportunity to be noticed.

Kate giggles a bit as the audience takes a second to remember and rains heavier boos than usual on Kate.

Kate: That's right, you mindless, oafish, peons! I LED THAT TEAM TO VICTORY! I did that! And I am the one who has Anton's ear. So boo all you want, but the ones who will be proving true brand supremacy aren't the ones you want, but the ones you damn well need!

Kate takes a breath and backs up a little.

Kate: Now, it does leave something to be desired that Anton and myself were left lying down with Adrianna victorious in the first salvo. Well, it was an anticipated action. Which left us less than amused, but still delivered our message loud and clear. Which brings me to my third point. If Collision thinks about pulling the same shit, if they think they're gonna walk in here and do the same thing, they are going to be sorely mistaken. Because I am going to be out here tonight, to watch over those that fall under the care of House Crowley as we lead the Trauma roster against Collision. So hey out there Luthor, if you got your people lining up and getting ready, just know that if you try it, there's going to be hell to pay. Game Start, bitch!

Kate drops the mic and heads back to the ringside area, pulling up a chair and taking a seat as the show continues.

Andrew Payne: Well now, seems we’ve got some company tonight, so to speak.

Miranda Augustino: I’ll say we do! Hey Katie baby!

Miranda lets out a little whistle and waves. Kate just smiles a little, waving back as the first match is announced.

Opening Match/Tag Team Match

The Hive (Danae & Kassandra) v. Fast Food

French Fry looks ready to start the match, but Nacho waves him off as he eyes up Danae. Nacho enters the ring and starts strutting towards Danae. He smiles and starts talking to the tall powerful woman. “Hey Mamacita, about instead of fighting, you let me show you why they call me Nacho GRANDE!” He winks and starts dancing a little, but when he throws in the pelvic thrust, that’s when Danae has had enough, flooring him with a big boot. Danae makes the cover

TWO…

THRE- Broken up by French Fry!

Danae glares at French Fry after he stomps on her back to break up the pin. Nacho rolls to the floor, his mask almost completely turned around on his head. As he hits the ground, French Fry hops into the ring, but Yumi is there to stop him. French Fry doesn’t quite understand, forgetting that it’s not lucha tag rules. After a bit, he understands and goes back to the apron as Nacho is slowly pulling himself up. Nacho rolls back to the ring, stretches out his hand, and tags in French Fry as Danae tags in Kassandra. Fry charges in with a dropkick that surprises Kassandra, then lands another that puts her on the ropes. French Fry goes to Irish whip Kassandra, but she reverses and he comes back into a bicycle kick that has him out on his feet. Kassandra follows with a Full Nelson Slam, then tags Danae back in. Danae shows off some crazy athleticism with a cartwheel back elbow, knocking Nacho Grande off the apron right as he gets back to his feet. Another tag to Kassandra before Danae pulls French Fry up into a bearhug as Kassandra goes up top. Kassandra drives off and they absolutely crush French Fry with Titan's End! Kassandra makes the cover

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Your winners as a result of a Pinfall, Kassandra and Danae… THE HIVE!

Andrew Payne: Well these two ladies made fairly quick work out of Fast Food. I’m still not sure if Nacho Grande’s mask is facing the right way.

Miranda Augustino: That dumb fat bastard nearly got his head kicked off for that stupid shit he did. Would have served him right too.

Result: Via Pinfall

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After the quick opening match, we go backstage where Amy Connors has one of Trauma’s newest roster members, Minoru Tanahashi, clad in a surprisingly simple dark grey suit, white shirt, and blue tie with a silver tie slide

Amy Connors: Well, I thought we might have a little more time, but luckily our guest is ready. Minoru Tanahashi, former Silver Mountain champion, recently drafted over here to Trauma. No match tonight, but obviously here for a reason.

Minoru Tanahashi: I couldn’t miss my first Trauma after being drafted over here, and there are some interesting matches for sure. I gotta cheer on my good friend Super Tiger in her match, and of course, get a chance to see both the champions in action tonight.

Amy Connors: This is your first night on Trauma, but not the first night representing Trauma. You got yourself involved in the brawl with Collision that shocked a lot of people. Since then you have been sort of playing innocent on Twitter, riling up a few people on the red brand. Did you really not know what was going to happen?

Minoru Tanahashi: Honestly, I didn’t. I knew there was a pretty good chance we wouldn’t be welcomed with open arms. I knew Adrianna had taken offense to Cass’s little joke about Collision being the A Show, but I didn’t know she was gonna do what she did and that an all out brawl was going to happen. I just arrived on Trauma, and I have friends here, but I have some friends over there as well. Honestly other than Morgan, Sativa, Tren, and now Damon, I have no real ill will towards anyone on that show. If they do show up here tonight for payback, I won’t back down, but I’ll look for one of those four first.

Amy Connors: Hopefully they don’t show up and this night ends without any carnage. Last question, how are you enjoying Trauma so far?

Minoru Tanahashi: I Have to say that I am enjoying it. Same building so no real changes there, but I have a few more friends over here and I have to say that the staff on Trauma is much more attractive. Luthor Callaway did have a sort of rugged handsomeness, but I would still give the best looking general manager title to Isabella Santago. Really except for that title stealing bitch spawning play by play guy, Trauma outclasses Collision in every way. At least where the staff is concerned. Now that I think about it, with me joining the brand and some of the great talents that were already here, Trauma has definitely become the A Plus show.

Minoru smirks and winks towards the camera as he chuckles a little bit.

Minoru Tanahashi: Thank you for the wonderful interview, but I actually rented myself one of the fancy suites and got myself some Pequod’s Pizza and a few peach strong zeroes waiting for me. So I will say sayōnara, oyasuminasai.

Minoru gives a respectful bow but does put his own little flourish on it before he walks away.

Match #2/Singles Match

Kirios Hunt v. The Soz

This was Kirios Hunt’s opportunity to introduce herself to the NFW world as she stepped into the ring against the one and only...Soz…. She kicked things right off with a collar & elbow tie up into a side headlock. She wrenched it in tight until Soz managed to shove her off into the ropes in which she came back and hit a vicious Spear, bringing him down to the mat. Kirios pulled Soz back to his feet and began laying into him with the knife edged chops. Even through his t-shirt, fans could hear the extra SNAP of Kirios hand meeting his chest and she had the little man reeling. Soz wasn’t gonna go down easy, though, and he finally got a little fire under his ass and started coming back with stiff forearm strikes. Kirios was definitely feeling them as she stumbled back but when Soz came off the ropes for a running clothesline, the Queen of Controversy acted fast and turned her back, immediately going into a dip pose. She dropped low and sloooowly came back up, showing off her...assets. Risky? Yes. Effective? Very. Soz stopped right in his track and was mesmerized as he watched her and Kirios capitalized on the opportunity. She twisted around on her heel and nailed Soz with a Throat Thrust, followed by a stiff European Uppercut. As Soz found himself rocked, she scooped the little man up across her shoulders and delivered a Crucifix Cutter before rolling it right into The Final Judgement, causing the Soz to quickly give in, tapping her arm to cause a submission victory.

Andrew Payne: Wow! Welcome to the New Frontier, Kirios Hunt!

Miranda Augustino: Iiiii like it, Andy! I like it!! This girl knows how to handle business! Get Soz’s ass outta the ring. He’s cramping the Queen’s style!

Andrew Payne: Yeah, can we get some help for Soz? Poor bastard….

Result: Submission

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We go backstage where Griffin Hawkins is sitting backstage on a cart on wheels. He seems to be lost in thought, thinking on things. Walking by down an opposite corridor is none other than Nathaniel Morian. He notices Griffin and takes off his shades.

Nathaniel Morian: Something wrong, rockstar?

Griffin Hawkins: Oh, don't worry about me man..I'm fine. You got your own stuff to deal with, I wouldn't want to add on more.

Nathaniel Morian: Well, being all emo won't solve it. Tell me, whats buggin you? Got anything to do with those rumors going around that your contract is set to expire and you're considering a switch to Collision?

Griffin Hawkins: Well, yeah that has been on my mind.

Nathaniel Morian: You've had a bunch of success here rockstar, you were the Undisputed Champion, one of the more popular members on the roster, You thinking of walking away?

Griffin Hawkins: Well..I wouldn't say it like that..I wouldn't walk away.

Nathaniel Morian: So...you deny that you're frustrated right now?

He takes a deep breath.

Griffin Hawkins: Well, if I told you no...I'd be a liar. I don't have to tell you where I've been or where I'm going...because the truth is, I don't know where I'm going. I have no idea what the next step is. Last year at this time, I was the Undisputed Champion...the man on top of the mountain. And it feels since I've lost it, nothing has gone right. Sure I had a few good matches, a few good victories...but it still feels as if I'm drifting. I don't even have a match tonight..so something is obviously wrong.

Nathaniel Morian: I get it...and you think a change in scenery such as you jumping to Collision will help things?

Griffin Hawkins: I don't know if it would...though there are a LOT of people I'd love to face..people like Sativa, or Cass Baumer, people I've been wanting to face for years but never had the chance to.

Nathaniel Morian: You do have a point. But what do you want to do rockstar? You know you can't have it both ways...you can only choose one.

Griffin Hawkins: To be honest...I'm not sure.

Nathaniel Morian: Well, it's obvious that you've been in a slump as of late. You haven't held a Championship in a minute. But it's 2021..a new year, a new start, a chance to start fresh and put all those doubts behind you...but how is up to you. What I suggest is you keep weighing your options...but don't let that sleaze Luthor manipulate you. If you're going to make a decision..it has to be on your own volition. Think about it.

He walks off, leaving Griffin to think about his future.
The scene comes up backstage with Amy Connors standing by outside the men's locker room. As she is waiting, Dylan Drake steps out. Amy clearly wasn't looking for him, but flags him anyway.

Amy: Dylan, can I get a moment of your time please?

Dylan turns with a polite smile and nod.

Amy: Um, where's Torian?

Dylan: Talking with his pregnant wife. She needs his attention, deservedly, right now especially.

Amy: Of course, of course. First off, welcome to Trauma and congratulations on the number one contendership for the Tag titles. And tonight, you and your brother are facing SBS in your Trauma premiere. Your thoughts?

Dylan: Put simply, we are looking forward to our match tonight. To face a team, not associated with The Kingdom is a change of pace for us, but we have proven more than once that we are able to rise to a challenge as needed. In any case, we've been preparing for tonight. And our victory at WrestleWar has not made us lax. We're coming here to show why we deserve the tag titles around our waists. And that is how we fight.

Amy: And Dylan you and your brother both just drafted from Collision and Trauma had a big impact on Collision last week. What is your stance there?

Dylan: We were indeed just drafted, but we also just joined. We'd not been on the Collision roster long enough to form any real… comraderies.

Torian: Amy, it's actually more like this. Collision was good to us. We had strong competition and a nice little run, but we weren't there to make friends. Acquaintances and friendly rivals at best. So, and I'm guessing the question you just asked went to the lines of what are our thoughts about the roster invasion last week, well we didn't participate in that attack. But make no mistake, if Collision tries that here, they're gonna run into a brick wall known as The Motivator. Because he is Double D Dylan Drake...

Dylan smiles and flexes his arms.

Torian: ... and I am the Notorious Dragon, Torian Drake. And we are here to make a statement. And what better statement can we make than by putting down the Super Bitch Squad and show them just why we are the number one contenders and then push back if Collision tries to invade here on Trauma. We didn't start the fight, but we sure as hell will finish it.

The Brothers put their fists together above them.

Torian: Fight as one mind.

Dylan: Win as one heart.

The camera zooms in on the joined fists before the scene fades out.

Match #3/Singles Match

Trina Tanaka v. Tahti Kuu

The bell sounded and almost immediately, Trina went right on the offensive attack against Tahti. She took her down to the mat with a discus clothesline and followed up with a series of elbow drops before going for a cover with Tahti kicking out at one. Trina sent Tahti into the corner and went for a splash, but Tahti was able to avoid it. Tahti pulled her out of the corner and delivered a sidewalk slam. From there, Tahti took over the match, delivering a series of arm drags and then hitting a standing dropkick. She then grabbed Trina and locked in the Shooting Star on her and as much as Trina tried to fight, she had no choice but to tap out.

Result: Submission

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We open up backstage where we see Jenn Drew in the hallway, doing some stretches before her debut match on Trauma. She has a confident smirk on her face as she finishes up. As she does, she looks up and her expression immediately changes to that of anger as she spots someone out of view of the camera and they can be heard making their way towards her.

Jenn Drew: The hell do you bitches want? Can't you see I'm getting ready for a match?

The camera pans out some and lifts just as one...two...three...all four members of S.B.S come walking up to stand around Jenn. Not only that, they’re flat out nearly invading her personal space.

Kaede Tanabe: Oh! Well, hello to you too, Drew-san. How nice to see you on this fine evening!

Her words are threaded with sarcasm. She doesn’t actually care that Jenn’s being sour towards them. It’s not like they’ve ever really gotten along but it’d be easy to fool someone, considering how Kayako Kazama bounces in front of Jenn, leans forward with a beaming smile and brings up a hand in a little wave.

Kayako Kazama: Drew-san, o ai dekite kōeidesu!

Masami Nishikiyama and Yuka Hirata just stand there in silence, for now, mean mugging Jenn from behind their mandatory Covid masks. Kaya and Masami are already in their ring gear as they have a match up soon. Yuka’s in her S.B.S track suit with the hood up over her head and the Luchacore Championship on her shoulder. Kaede’s attire looks like it probably costs more than a top model sports car with her white high heel pumps, glittering cocktail dress, designer shades and that big ass, white fur coat she’s wearing. Hey, got it, flaunt it, right? Kaede brings her shades down the bridge of her nose and eyes Jenn over before sighing and shaking her head.

Kaede Tanabe: Oh, honey. Who made that ring gear? Listen, we may not get along the best, but I’ll do you a favor. After whatever it is between you two--

She turns and motions with a finger between Jenn and Yuka.

Kaede Tanabe: --is over? You come see me, love. Because you do have potential. You just need a bit of a uhh...wardrobe adjustment.

She says this while making quotation marks with her fingers, winks with a click of her tongue and slides her shades back on. Jenn, being defiant as ever, looks at Kaede then at Yuka before spitting on the ground at the manager's feet and grinning at her.

Jenn Drew: I don't need any bloody fashion tips from someone who looks like a high end escort. You know where my business lies and you know your little bitch can't handle me one on one without help.

Jenn chuckles before leaning back up against the wall, just looking as confident as she ever has.

Jenn Drew: Trust me, if I get my shot at Yuka and that Luchacore Championship again, it's coming home with me and getting a nice, long, good, deep cleaning to get the smell of bitch off it.

Kaede’s jaw slowly drops as Jenn proceeds to verbally go in on her. Her head tips and she lowers her shades again with a look of disbelief in her eyes. As soon as Jenn finishes what she’s saying, a hand comes up with an index finger, pointed nail and all.

Kaede Tanabe: Oh, look here you fu--

Before she can continue, Yuka’s arm comes out and the back of her hand rests on Kaede’s chest as if to stop her. She nuuudges Kaede back just a step and steps in closer to Jenn, herself. Between her hood and her mask, Yuka’s chocolate brown eyes seem to burn with a cold flame. Full of hate and distaste but her demeanor is completely calm. She sweeps her eyes over Jenn, sizing her up.

Yuka Hirata: In case you didn’t hear me last time, I’ll say again.

She lifts the belt off her shoulder, bringing Jenn’s attention to it.

Yuka Hirata: You want it? Prove it. You think you betta than us? Beat them….

She nods her head sideways towards Masami and Kayako. The latter just smiles big and waves to Jenn again while the former seems to be staring Jenn down from under her red and black tiger mask.

Yuka Hirata: Then you come at me. But...and it’s a big but…

Yuka raises an index finger and lightly, yet rudely, jabs it in Jenn’s chest.

Yuka Hirata: You fail? It’s gonna fucking cost you….

Yuka rests the title on her shoulder again and steps back, giving Jenn some breathing room. Jenn takes a step up, practically getting into Yuka's face as she just stares at the championship and taps the plate with a grin.

Jenn Drew: Oh, I'll do whatever I need to in order to get my hands on not only you, but that championship as well. I'll face each and every one of you, one right after the other. Oh, and bring your bitch of a girl to the party too. I have a receipt coming her way too. But until that time, I suggest watching your backs, you never know how and where I might strike.

Yuka half scoff, half chuckles and just nods her head, bringing a hand up in the shape of a gun right in Jenn’s face. She “fires” it, bending her thumb in and out.

Yuka Hirata: Dōyō ni.

Yuka steps back and turns, slowly starting down the hall. Kaede gives Jenn another once over and sighs, shaking her head.

Kaede Tanabe: Such a waste. Mmh!

She turns and saunters off after Yuka, her pumps clicking against the concrete floor. Kayako starts to follow but stops in front of Jenn and waves both hands, beaming cutely.

Kayako Kazama: Bai baaaiiiiiiii!

With a giggle, she skips off after her friends. Finally, without so much as a word, Masami Nishikiyama comes to a pause in front of Jenn. The woman behind the tiger mask just stares Jenn right back in the eyes. Hard. Then turns and follows her team as the group heads towards Gorilla position. Jenn huffs as she just crosses her arms, leaning back up against the wall, the gears in her mind clearing working overtime now as the scene fades out.
The arena is bathed in a green glow of the lights as the beginning of Bring Me The Horizon’s “Kingslayer” featuring BABYMETAL begins to play across the arena. On the screen, outer space is shown, and slowly peeking from the bottom of the screen is planet Earth looming up and the words “Universal Superstar” appears on the screen as the vocals begin.

Hi, are you looking for the other side?

Feel like nothing ever seems quite right?

Are you circling the drainpipe, getting off on pain like

You're corrupted?

I need to know where your loyalties lie

Tell me, are you gonna bark or bite?

Do you really want to twist the knife

In the belly of the monster?

♫♫♫

♫♫♫

Get the fuck up, wake the fuck up

Wipe the system, and back the fuck up

You're a puppet when they cut your strings off

Don't come crawling back

♫♫♫

Then the name “Anaquin Adams” appears on the screen as she makes her way out onto the ramp and lets out a howl. She is wearing a black top, black shorts, with black boots. She wears a black leather jacket. Around her waist, is the NFW United States Championship. Her long green hair stands out as she races down the ramp and slides into the ring before hopping up onto her feet.

Kingslayer

Destroying castles in the sky

Kingslayer

Forevermore the apple of my eye

I'd sacrifice my life to find you

Angel of the flame

Kingslayer

Come and collect us from the night

♫♫♫

As she gets to her feet, she walks over to the side to ask for a microphone which the ring announcer hands over to her.

Anaquin Adams: Hello, Chicago! We are back in the Collision Center for another grand episode of Trauma and lookit what your girl has right around her waist. She came out of Madison Square Garden as your new United States Champion. It’s only fitting. US, Universal Superstar. Fits perfectly, dontcha think? We took a couple of weeks off and then all hell broke loose last week on Collision.

The crowd begins to boo.

Anaquin Adams: Don’t boo Collision. There’s some great talent over there on that brand and they deserve the respect that they didn’t get last week. You see, some of my comrades in arms over here on Trauma took offense. What did they take offense to? Did someone get jumped? Nope. Did Collision steal the Trauma mascot? Nope. Did Collision come over here and give our general manager, Ms. Santiago a giant wedgie? They did not. You see, Trauma went over there and jumped members of Collision over words. One word, in fact. A-show. We got so offended over the fact that Cass Baumer called Collision the ‘A-show’ on Twitter that the former Unites States Champion Adrianna Salvatore led a group of Trauma wrestlers over there to jump members of Collision.

The crowd is beginning to turn on Anaquin as they start to boo her.

Anaquin Adams: Don’t get me wrong, I’m all for interbrand competition and I think there should be more. Face to face. But jumping them from behind. Mr. Brody wants to set up some competition between Collision and Trauma, I’ll be at the forefront and ready to fight anyone, anytime. Even the Silver Mountain Champion Morgan Payne, if that’s what’s required of me. Hell, give me their champ, Sativah Nevaeh if that’s what you wanna do but there was no reason for them to jump anyone from behind. If you want me on your team, you better make sure you’re walking through the front door and not the back. I have no problem walking up to anyone, looking them in the eye and trading blows. I promise you, I can give as good as I can take. While I fully expect Collision to retaliate, let me say one thing. I’m ready, willing and able to defend my turf here on Trauma. That brings us to the champ, the devil himself.

The crowd has turned back to Anaquin’s side by this point, but the mention of Anton brings some boos back.

Anaquin Adams: Don’t boo the champ. Super Tiger gave him a hell of a challenge at WrestleWar but he was able to overcome and retain the championship and our esteemed general manager decided to put champion against champion in tonight’s main event. I know a win over Anton Crowley would put me in line for a title shot so I’m going to give him everything I have in order to get that win and prove that the United States Championship is no secondary title but the title on Trauma. In fact, I plan to come back on the next episode of Trauma and issue an open challenge to anyone in the locker room -- I don’t even care what brand they’re on -- to come out and get a title shot. It could be anyone,. Debby Haze? Bring it. Eavan Maloney? I know she’s itching for a title here on Trauma. Perhaps Stacy Jones wants a shot? I could care less who steps up as long as someone does. Next episode and every episode after that, I want to defend this championship on every Trauma show, every Trauma PPV. So, if Ms. Santiago doesn’t make a match, I’m coming out and issuing an open challenge starting on the next episode of Trauma. Who’s gonna step up? All I know is that I’m gonna be stepping up to Mr. Crowley here on tonight’s show. After tonight, it’s for whoever wants to step up.

Anaquin drops the mic, holds the title high in the air as the crowd cheers and she leaves the ring and we go to a commercial.

Match #4/Tag Team Match

The Brothers Drake v. S.B.S. (Nishikiyama & Kazama)

The rest of SBS were at ringside, as always, Kaede Tanabe in her finest designer wear and Yuka Hirata standing by in her SBS tracksuit with the Luchacore Title over her shoulder. The match started off with Dylan Drake entering the ring for his team and, after some verbal debating and reassuring, Kayako Kazama stepped in for SBS. She put on that sweet, innocent smile of hers and stood with her hands behind her back, turning one foot on the toe. Dylan wasn’t sure how to approach her, not really wanting to haul off and go too aggressive on someone who seemed so...happy. He spread his arms out, asking Kayako if she was ready to begin and brought his hands up, looking for maybe a lock up or a test of strength. Kayako tilted her head to the other side, never losing that beaming smile as she extended her arm for a handshake. The crowd started yelling “Nooooo”, warning Dylan to not take it. It was a trick. Dylan seemed to debate on it for a moment as he looked to the crowd and pointed at little Kayako. The bigger of the two Drake brothers seemed to be in pure disbelief but as he turned back towards Kayako, she jumped up like a little rabbit and thumbed him right in the eyes! The crowd booed as Kayako began throwing shots to the ribs and kicks to the legs of the bigger man, backing him into the ropes. She went for an Irish Whip but Dylan was too big and he easily reversed it, whipping little Kaya into the ropes like a bullet. She juked under a lariat, hit a springboard and came back with a flying forearm smash, knocking him back, unbalanced. Kayako rolled up and ran in for a Shotgun Dropkick that sent Dylan back into the corner but Torian tagged himself in.

Torian entered the ring and rushed Kayako. She juked underneath him, hit a cartwheel, backflip handspring and nailed big Dylan with a back elbow then dashed into Torian with a stunning, high dropkick. After showing a bit of what she’d learned since SBS’ last time here, Kayako popped up on one knee with a peace symbol. Kaede slapped the mat, calling to her to stay focused. Kayako went right at Torian with vicious stomps and hammer fists, wild little hits before running off the ropes again and went for a back handspring off the ropes but Torian caught her around the waist and hit Wheelbarrow German. Kayako landed hard and popped up with that sad, pitiful yet still somehow adorable little whine as she held her head. She pouted up at Torian who was goading her to come on and bring it but instead, she crawled over and tagged in Masami. The tank of SBS stepped in, circling up with Torian and the two locked up, collar & elbow. Torian seemed like he had the advantage in strength but Masami twisted around and managed to push him into the corner. She rushed in for a corner forearm but Torian ducked under, coming in from behind then but Masami was ready and threw an elbow right back into his face. With a battle shriek, she followed up with a discus lariat, taking Torian down.

SBS was back and hungry for blood it seemed as the size disadvantage didn’t do much to dissuade them from bringing the fight to the Brothers Drake, but Dylan and Torian were the #1 Contenders to the NFW Tag Team Championships and they were sure to remind everyone how and why they earned such an honor. Torian eventually turned the tables around on Masami, using his strength and weight advantage to control her momentum with a series of arm drags and armlocks. Kayako blind tagged herself in and flipped the tables back around for SBS, using not only her usual bag of dirty tricks like eye gouges and chop blocks, but by god this little girl was actually flying around the ring and landing big tornado DDTs and dropkicks on the NoTorian One. Somewhere between their last run and now, this girl had learned how to wrestle. Dylan Drake tagged himself back in, however, and Kayako’s attempt to take to the air resulted in her being plucked out of the air with a powerslam and subsequently thrown around like a rag doll. He was about to drive Kayako down with Take 5 when Masami rushed into the ring and hit a chop block to the back of his knee and Kayako was able to reverse it into a big DDT, spiking his head into the mat! Torian got into the ring and grabbed Masami for a German Suplex but Kayako made it in behind him and raked her nails right down his back. He released Masami, who spun around and hit a Running STO takedown.

Kaede and Yuka were yelling encouragement for their stable mates despite the referee trying to get Masami and Torian out of the ring when all of a sudden, someone blindsided Yuka Hirata from out of nowhere! The crowd instantly popped as JENN DREW from the audience, had come out and was throwing forearms at the Luchacore Champion. She grabbed Yuka then and whipped her into the barricade with a violent, metallic rattle. She yelled at the timekeeper to get out of his chair and snapped it closed, approaching Yuka to deliver further damage but Kaede Tanabe ran up from behind and pulled the chair out of her grip. Jenn only had a second to turn her attention towards the manager before she saw Masami sliding out of the ring and coming at her. The Rebel made a quick escape into the crowd but Masami gave chase to her all the way up to the barricade itself. Meanwhile, Kayako was leaning out through the ropes, yelling out at Jenn Drew as well and this left her open to exploit as Dylan Drake grabbed her from behind and rolled her up into a tight pin. Kayako was so caught off guard and so little compared to him, she was unable to manage a kickout and the Drakes got that sweet pinfall victory! The Brothers Drake celebrated another victory while Kayako looked outright upset and shocked at how she was beaten. She pouted as she got out of the ring and joined Masami and Kaede in helping a sore and pissed off Yuka to her feet. Jenn Drew was still visible in the crowd, grinning arrogantly and spreading her arms out. Yuka cursed her in Japanese, raising and slapping the Luchacore Title in her hand, taunting her to come get it.

Result: Pinfall

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The ‘Tron shows a camera crew member making their way through the halls outside the Trauma roster’s locker rooms, when Super Tiger steps out, still wrapping her wrists. She smiles, and waves down the tech, who gladly stops to let her speak her piece.

Super Tiger: Good evening everyone! I hope you are enjoying tonight’s show!

This gets a small pop from the crowd, and Risa giggles, nodding her head.

Super Tiger: Tonight, I face Jenni Drew in singles competition. But I don’t think that’s what anyone wants to talk about after what happened last week, when Trauma invaded Collision at the end of their show.

The camera moves up and down as the cameraman nods his head. Super Tiger sighs, placing a hand to her face.

Super Tiger: As I said, I was not here last week when Collision was invaded. Many of the people on our sister show are friends of mine, and if I HAD been here, well, let’s be honest…

Risa grins, stifling a laugh.

Super Tiger: I’m awful at keeping secrets, so you all probably would have seen me just after the show started!

The young luchadora’s face quickly gets serious now.

Super Tiger: I will say this. In this brewing “Brand War”, or “Battle of the Brands”, if called upon, I will gladly stand for Trauma, and our GM Isabella Santiago. She is my boss, and I am happy to also be able to call her my friend. As for the Collision roster?

The diminutive dynamo stops to think for a moment, looking down at the ground.

Super Tiger: I didn’t join the rest of my fellow Trauma members in their raid last week, but know this.

Risa finishes wrapping her wrists, tossing the tape back into her locker room.

Super Tiger: I will not hesitate to defend myself should any of you come after me. Now!

The familiar smile reappears on Saito-Jackson’s face almost instantaneously.

Super Tiger: Always growing, ever changing, constantly evolving. NFW UNIVERSE? SUPER TIGER RESU GO!!!

The crowd can be heard faintly screaming the chant in unison as the camera fades to black.

Match #5/Singles Match

Jenn Drew v. Super Tiger

Jenn made her way out next with a mixed reaction from the crowd as the bell sounded. These two didn't take long for the pace of the match to look like an all-out sprint to the finish. Both of them were showing off their speed, agility, and lucha style early, but it was Tiger who slowed the pace down as she connected with a stiff forearm right to Jenn's jaw that dropped her. Jenn immediately rolled out to the floor, but that didn't last long, as Super Tiger delivered a wrecking ball dropkick to Jenn that drove her into the barricade. Tiger rolled Jenn back into the ring and delivered Flight of the Tiger MK1 and went for the cover, only for Jenn to kick out at two.

Tiger would pick Jenn up, but Jenn was able to deliver a step up enziguri that staggered Tiger before delivering a chop block. From there, Jenn climbed up to the top rope, but from the crowd, Kaede hops the barricade and distracts the ref as Yuka shoves Jenn down, causing her to crash to the mat. Super Tiger chases Yuka off, but as she turns around, Jenn goes for a satellite DDT, but Tiger pushes her off and then delivers Starlight Express and gets the three count.

As the ref counts the pin, Kaede looks mighty pleased with her handiwork as she walks up the ramp with Yuka holding the Luchacore Championship over her head, taunting Jenn.

Result: Pinfall

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We cut backstage to see NFW Trauma Interviewer Amy Connors standing ready with a microphone. Into the frame saunters Cali-Kate and Anton Crowley. Anton has the NFW Undisputed Title slung over a shoulder. The pair look at Amy Connors who just nervously stares back. She finally gets the hint and starts to leave. Cali-Kate reached out and took the mic from her. Once she was out of frame Anton took the mic from Kate.

Anton Crowley: At Wrestle War Seventeen I was the only champion to retain their title. None of the other champions were able, were worthy enough, to keep their titles. It is no surprise that the Demon King defended his crown. I told all of you that this was my time to rule. To remake Trauma, and NFW, in my image.

That sinister and wicked grin crept onto his face.

Anton Crowley: Last week on Collision you all witnessed the start. The battle-hardened and proven warrior of my domain lead a charge to claim new land. We fired the first shot. Now, as the dust settles from the opening salvo, we wait to see what the others shall do. What actions their retaliation will bring. As you try to decide what you want to do remember this. I destroyed the biggest “hero” Trauma had to offer. One bigger than any you have. Stop and think if you want to challenge the Demon King.

Anton takes a deep breath and slowly exhales through his nose.

Anton Crowley: In the meantime I have to face off against our new champion. Fight well tonight, Adams. Offer your King good sport. Please him. If you do, I might decide to spare you and let you continue holding that title. To any from Collision that decides to try anything, be smart, and avoid the King.

Anton and Cali-Kate walk out of frame slowly before the scene fades.

Main Event/Champion v. Champion

Anaquin Adams v. Anton Crowley

This was a main event that had a bunch of buzz around it from the audience. The two brand champions squaring up to see who was really the tougher competitor. The Undisputed and the United States Champions circled around the mat, looking for a collar & elbow tie up. They were just about to step in and lock up when the PA system kicked in and...whistling. The sound of whistling filled the arena. Not just any whistling. Someone was whistling Twisted Nerve into the central system. Not only could the audience and commentators hear it but anyone who was anywhere in the arena could hear it. Anaquin Adams and Anton Crowley stopped and looked around. Andrew Payne and Miranda Augustino were looking around from the commentary table. Literally the full minute of the song was whistled out before a voice...a rather familiar one at that, filled the building. Wait a second...was that...Luthor Callaway?

Voice: ...Ahem, ahem, A-HEM! Whoo, ‘scuse me, folks. Had a little blockage there. Say, is this thing on? Y’all hearin’ me alright? Say, where’s the goddamn video feed. Get that motherfucker up!

Andrew Payne: Luthor Callaway?

Miranda Augustino: Fuck’s that puto doing here? This ain’t Collision!

After a moment, the video tron came to life on the inside of the production room. Standing right in the foreground of the shot was, indeed, none other than Luthor Callaway - General Manager for Collision. The production staff, coincidentally enough were all backed up against the walls, looking as fearful as ever. Behind Luthor, keeping an eye on the staff looked to be some familiar faces of the Collision roster. Notably, it looked like Aoife, Saoirse and Becca Maguire all in their riding leathers. Why the hell was Luthor there with three Shieldmaidens?! Whatever it was, the three tattooed women seemed to be pulling watch duty while Luthor looked into the camera. He even gives a mock look of surprise when he realizes everything’s up and running and that whoever’s at ringside and in the audience can see him.

Luthor Callaway: Well, hello there! Sorry to just drop in on ya like this. Y’all are waiting on that big main event, aren’t ya? Two of the best Trauma folks going head to head. Highly anticipated battle. Paid good hard money to see Champion versus fucking Champion just beat the unholy hell out of each other, didn’t y’all? Sorry to interrupt that. I truly am.

Luthor placed a hand on his heart and feigned a remorseful posture.

Luthor Callaway: But see, there’s a little saying in this world. A motto that many people, including even myself, like to go by. What goes around...comes around. Oh, it most certainly fucking does. You better believe it! See, last week, our endearing fans had spent their hard earned money to see another highly anticipated match. Now, it wasn’t as big as tonight’s, no. It wasn’t champion versus champion, but still there was buzz all over for it! Now, how did that go? Oh, I think we remember, just fine, don’t we? Someone from, this roster….

He paused, raising a hand beside his head and twirled his finger around.

Luthor Callaway: ...decided she didn’t like a little competitive banter from the red brand so she decided to round up the army and send them in to storm the fucking camp like the Ottomon Empire. Well, here’s a bit of news for you there Missy Issy. This ain’t Istanbul and it goddamn sure ain’t Constantinople! Nah, see, you went right ahead and fucked with the wrong motherfucker, Santiago. You’ve gone like Mehmed II and waltzed your ass into Wallachia, thinking you can just stomp around wherever you fuckin’ please, but what you failed to realize is the motherfucker who runs that goddamn territory don’t take no shit. He don’t take no shit and he don’t give no fucks! You send your dogs in to piss on my doorstep? I send my wolves in to rip out their fucking throats!

Luthor was really fired up now as he started raising his tone. The mention of the wolves caused the three Shieldmaidens behind him to chuckle and look back at the camera for just a second. Meanwhile, Luthor runs a hand down his mouth and sighs, almost with regret.

Luthor Callaway: I really don’t know what else to say. I didn’t want any of this. This wasn’t ‘sposed to be a damn competition. There wasn’t supposed to be a war between us. Ever. We were supposed to be a motherfucking TEAM!! But you had to just go and fuck that concept dry without a kiss and now, it’s time for your receipt. You fired the first shot, Santiago. Now...here comes the fucking volley….

Miranda Augustino: Volley…? What volley? Andy…?

Andrew Payne: Oh, I don’t like the sound of that….