NFW Aftershock #17 - 01/16/2021!

The Cornbread Mafia (Shawn & Cameron Worley) v. Fast Food

Chicago, Illinois was ready for Aftershock to kick off as Fast Food waited in the ring for their debuting opponents. The Cornbread Mafia hit the ring to a big ovation. Shawn and Cameron Worley riled the crowd up while their cousin Bubba Thompson cheered them on, excitedly. Once the match started, it was French Fry and Cameron starting things off. French Fry was quick and slippery...some might say greasy, even but Cameron caught on to his tricks rather quick and was laying into him with repeated rights. French Fry was quickly knocked for a loop before Cameron zipped across the ring and took his head off with a lariat. Seeing that he was down, Cameron looked around the ring and shrugged, picking him up and reached over to tag in Shawn. Shawn Worley lifted French Fry into a suplex hold and set his feet on Cameron’s shoulders, violently driving him down with a DDT to deliver THE DEER KILLER!!! French Fry took the impact to the point he actually seemed to stand on his head for a second before flopping down to allow Shawn to make the cover. Cameron stood guard against Nacho Grande who wanted no part of the brothers as the referee promptly counted three, giving the Cornbread Mafia one hell of a quick debut victory.

Result: Pinfall

Backstage, the cameras find a small gathering in the office of Isabella Santiago. As the General Manager sits at her desk, Jenn Drew stands by, waiting. The crowd gives a little pop because The Rebel’s not alone. Standing with her is her girlfriend, former NFW Tag Team Champion, Samantha Belmont of the Skillz Vendorz. Then, there’s a knock on the door before it opens. More people can be heard coming in. Of course, we hear it before we see them.

Kaede Tanabe: Ah! Well, here we all are! I do apologize for the wait. Chicago traffic. Nobody knows how to drive in this dump of a city, am I right?

Kaede Tanabe appears at the forefront of S.B.S, dressed for business. If she wasn’t such a...well...such a bitch, she’d be the type to turn heads everywhere she went in a neat white blouse and her pink rose woman’s suit with white pumps. The members of S.B.S. are dressed more casually in their team tracksuits. Per the circumstances that bring them here. Yuka’s carrying the Luchacore Title on her shoulder. The three wrestlers leave their custom team Covid masks on while Kaede elegantly takes hers off and smiles. She pulls out a plastic under piece from her mask and holds it up.

Kaede Tanabe: These things! Are a blessing from above. All the safety of a mask but you don’t smear your lipgloss! They’re all the talk all over and my line is producing their own model. I can totally hook you dolls up. Santiago-sama?

She turns to Jenn then.

Kaede Tanabe: How about you, Drew-san? You don’t wanna get--- Oh well hello there!

Kaede smiles coldly at Sammi who just crosses her arms in her jean shorts and t-shirt. The English woman doesn’t look one bit amused by the manager to the woman her girlfriend’s got it out for.

Kaede Tanabe: Drew-san! You brought morale support! How nice!

She sticks her mask in her purse and brings her hands together.

Kaede Tanabe: Shall we get down to business then?

Jenn doesn't even look at Kaede, she looks right past the manager of the SBS, and right at Yuka and more importantly, the Luchacore Championship on her shoulder. She takes a step closer to the group, eyes not wavering from the prize she's looking to claim.

Jenn Drew: Yeah, let's get to business. The less I have to be around you lot, the better off I am. Like I told you already, I'll do whatever it takes to get a shot at that Luchacore Championship, even putting my contract on the line.

Kaede rubs her hands together, turning to Isabella with a devious smile.

Kaede Tanabe: Well, you heard it then! Straight from the Rebel’s mouth! If you, theoretically, defeat Yuka-chan, her title becomes yours. In the highly more likely scenario of her kicking the crap out of you? Your contract becomes mine. Your career is mine. You are mine!

Kaede picks up the contract folder and opens it, smiling as she skims over the details before flipping it over to where the competitors sign.

Kaede Tanabe: See. I’m not so cold so as I wish to see you gone from here when you lose. I’m not like those other rich bitches who made their fortune turning tricks at their daddy’s cocktail parties in the guest room while the rest of daddy’s friends waited their turn in the smoker’s lounge. I recognize talent and potential where I see it. You, Drew-san, certainly have it. So rather than waste it and let someone else snatch you up, I’d rather own you myself. In short?

She smiles, extending the pen and contract to Jenn.

Kaede Tanabe: I’d rather have you as my bitch. Challenger first, honey!

Beside her, Yuka chuckles, shifting her grip on the title as she watches Jenn like a wolf.

Jenn doesn't even hesitate as she grabs the pen and signs the contract before taking it and shoving it into the chest of Kaede.

Jenn Drew: If you really think you're going to own me, you're going to be in for a rude awakening. There's nobody and I mean nobody that can own me. I'm not scared of you or the other three bitches behind you. There's nothing and nobody that's going to be stopping me from getting my hands on that title.

Kaede bites back her anger at the contract being shoved into her but Yuka just passes her title off for her to hold as she takes the pen and contract. Kaede raises the belt up for Jenn to see, tapping the face plate tauntingly as Yuka swiftly scribbles her signature down, snaps the folder closed and drops it on Isabella Santiago’s desk in front of the General Manager. Finally, the Luchacore Champion starts closing in on Jenn.

Yuka Hirata: Lookie here, bitch. Despite what happened before, I don’t *need* help to win. I’ll even guarantee that shit if you reach me. Invasion? These three? Even my wife. I’ll bar them from ringside just to make you feel better. Then you won’t have any excuses when you go home to your little girlfriend here and tell her what a loser you really--

Yuka’s cut off as Samantha steps in and pushes herself in between her and Jenn. Yuka’s eyes beam above her mask and she spreads her arms.

Yuka Hirata: Oh, what bitch? Huh? Whatchu gonna do? Better step your little ass aside before I break your hand like your bitch ass tag partner and bankrupt your Twitch account.

Samantha doesn’t say anything. She just shoves Yuka back, violently and the Luchacore Champion throws her tracksuit jacket off, tanktop underneath, looking ready to throw down right there in the office.

Isabella stands up from behind her desk and slams her fist on the desk.

Isabella Santiago: Enough! All of you, stand down! We will not have violence in my office! Now sign the contract and get out of my office, all of you!

Yuka relaxes out of her stance, rolling her shoulders and cracking her neck. She grins to Isabella under her mask and motions nonchalantly to the folder on her desk.

Yuka Hirata: S’right there, boss lady. All that’s left now is to do the damn thing.

She turns to Jenn again as Kaede picks up her jacket for her. Yuka takes her title from her manager and rests it on her shoulder before pointing a gun hand at her challenger. She ‘fires’ with a click of her thumb then motions to Masami and Kayako.

Yuka Hirata: They and Doku-chan...will see you next week. Bitch.

S.B.S. leave the office as the camera closes in on Jenn and Samantha; both women looking less than pleased as they wait a bit before leaving the office themselves.

Kirios Hunt v. Trina Tanaka

Kirios Hunt and Trina Tanaka met in the center with a fist bump and a collar & elbow tie up. Tanaka got the early advantage with a rear hammerlock and went right to laying into Kirios back with forearm shots. She really seemed to wanna get some kind of early momentum going here. She followed up with an Irish Whip off of the ropes and drove her heel into Kirios Hunt’s midsection in the way back with a spinning thrust kick. She dug in with a few more kicks before coming off the ropes herself but Kirios countered, ducking down for a back body drop. Trina leap frogged over her and came off the ropes again as Kirios turned right into a dropkick. Tanaka went for a cover but Kirios kicked out. Tanaka picked her up and whipped her into the ropes but on Hunt’s way back, she baseball slid under Trina’s wide stance and popped up. Trina was looking for a back body drop of her own but only ended up catching a Snap German Suplex for her troubles, right on her neck and shoulders. Tanaka staggered up as Kirios pulled her right into a Belly to Belly Suplex and began laying in with the grounded forearm chops. From there, she went right into The Queen’s Ruling, causing Tanaka to quickly tap the mat in submission.

Result: Submission

We cut backstage to the locker room belonging to one of NFW’s newest acquisitions to the Trauma roster, “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones as she finishes up getting ready for her Main Event debut match when she notices the camera is on her.

Stacy Jones: What’s up NFW Nation! My name is Stacy Jones and for those of you who are unfamiliar with me… I’ll give you a brief insight.

Grabbing her custom black leather jacket, she slips it on.

Stacy Jones: I’ve been wrestling professionally for over a decade now… I’ve won championships everywhere I’ve been and I plan on making sure that here in NFW is no different!

She now removes her plain black beanie from her jacket pocket and puts it on her head.

Stacy Jones: Tonight… in my NFW debut here on Aftershock… I’m taking on The Soz… who has a few years more experience than I do, but doesn’t have much to show for it in terms of accomplishments.

The Unbreakable One stretches a little.

Stacy Jones: Despite that though… that doesn’t mean I’m going to underestimate him. I have never once underestimated anyone who I’ve stepped into the ring with.

She rolls her neck and hops back and forth while shaking her arms loose.

Stacy Jones: But I’m going out there to make a statement! To put the members of the NFW Trauma roster on notice! To let them know that “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones is here and she’s here to go all the way to the top! And I will take on anyone, anywhere at any time and I will fight my way there just like I have done everywhere else I’ve been! Tonight I show NFW that The Unbreakable One is here!

Jones then disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.

Stacy Jones v. The Soz

For the final match of the night, Stacy Jones was debuting against the one and only...Soz! Stacy offered the handshake to her opponent which Soz accepted but that turned into him trying to put on whatever poor excuse of mack daddy game he had. He even tried flexing his “muscles” but the dude’s wearing baggy skater boy clothes. He couldn’t flaunt his muscles if he had any. Stacy just seemed more amused than anything. Like the village idiot that was more amusing than anything. This proved to be an attempt at tricking Stacy, however, as Soz slipped behind her and went for a quick rollup. He got a one count before Stacy kicked out and looked at him quizzically, trying to figure out what he thought was gonna happen, going for a pin that early. Soz shrugged and rushed her to try and go for the first strike of the match but Stacy caught one of his arms and hit a Japanese arm drag. This lit a fire under Soz’s ass and he came in again, only to be tossed again with another arm drag. Soz rolled up onto his feet and ate another arm drag. He was looking almost loopy now but as he came in again, he actually caught Stacy off guard by hitting a dropkick instead, sending her back into the corner. He charged in and went for a diving splash but OH! Stacy nailed him with a European Uppercut, knocking him right back down to Earth in a painful manner. Soz stumbled up to his feet as Stacy climbed the top turnbuckle and dove off with a Hurricanrana. Soz continued trying to get to his feet as Stacy watched him carefully. Seeing she had the time to do so, she scaled the turnbuckle again and waited for Soz to get back to his feet before...RWYA!!!!! Soz ate the corkscrew cutter, even comically flipping inside out on impact and landed hard on the mat as Stacy pulled him to the center of the ring and covered for the three count.

Result: Pinfall

We come back to ringside where we see Isabella Santiago standing inside of the ring. Normally, she's smiling and talking with the fans at ringside, but tonight, she looks like she's all business as the camera zooms in on her as she starts to bring the microphone up to her mouth to begin speaking.

Isabella Santiago: Hello, everyone and welcome to another edition of Aftershock!

The crowd gives a quick cheer as Isabella just laughs.

Isabella Santiago: Now, as you all know, war has been declared between Collision and Trauma. My guys and girls struck first and caused all sorts of Anarchy on the first Collision back from our holiday break thanks to the woman I consider one my locker room leaders and one of the faces of Trauma. Ladies and gentlemen, welcome at this time, my captain for the main event of Invasion, Adrianna Salvatore!

The lights in the arena flicker out. The video wall comes to life with an image of Earth in from space as Bury Tomorrow’s “No Less Violent” begins to play. As it does, the vignette depicts a flaming meteor hurtling towards the planet. The vignette switches to various shots of Earth's population. People from all different regions as a shadow looms over, blocking out the sun. They all look up, eyes widening in horror.


From a bird's eye view, the meteor SLAMS into the Earth's surface, just as the chorus hits, causing a fiery flash on the screen and the vignette switches to grainy, black and white images of Adrianna Salvatore's most brutal match highlights, mixed in with closeups of her rather deranged smile and menacing sneer.


In the pitch black arena, lights on the stage come on, flashing and flickering. They illuminate a silhouette standing calmly in a hooded vest. Due to the lights positioning, all we see is the solid black outline, obscuring the lights behind it. As the first verse hits, the lights switch, coming on to light up the stage and ramp in a soft white but still leaving the arena dark. We see the figure in detail now as Adrianna Salvatore lifts her head and stares down at the ring from under her hood. She has that same sneer on her face as in her vignette. She steps forward, approaching the ring with a calm sense of purpose in her steps.

Adrianna reaches ringside and runs up onto the apron, kneeling upon it on one knee. Now, we see that wicked smile of hers as she licks her teeth. She turns around on the apron, skillfully and slides herself in, backwards under the bottom rope. She springs up to her feet, moving over to pace in a wide circle around the inside of the ring; a sneer aimed at the crowd before she comes to stand beside Isabella Santiago.

Isabella grins as she pats Adrianna on the back and grabs another microphone for Adrianna.

Isabella Santiago: Now, with my girl out here, I think it's time to announce just how we're going to show Collision why we're the best brand in NFW. We're going to be fighting in WAR GAMES!

The crowd erupts at the announcement of the match as Isabella laughs. With a sinister grin, Adrianna takes the microphone from Isabella.

Adrianna Salvatore: War Games.

She repeats, chuckling with approval.

Adrianna Salvatore: Yeah, I seem to remember being on the team that won War Games last year. How fitting. Let me reiterate here, on the point I made before. We didn’t want this. *I* didn’t want this. I don’t need to step over the line to another territory just to destroy someone. There’s plenty of worms and insects in the back right now that I’m more than happy to tear apart to get what I want.

Adrianna paces around, raising an index finger high in the air.

Adrianna Salvatore: But! Someone over on “Team Red” seems to think that everyone there in the back right now don’t have what it takes to match up to their locker room. Well, allow me to clear the air a bit. Cass Baumer? I’ve been over on your side of the fence. I was there before you got here. I was there before the fence was put up and we all mingled in the same yard. Now, today, there’s a lot of new faces on both sides but all the same? I have run through, damn near every motherfucker on both rosters. You seem to think your history as a journalist makes you smarter than everybody else, which in turn you think your word is gospel. If you say something or someone’s better, it must be true. Well...News Flash, Headliner: it isn’t. It’s your muddied past as a journalist that makes you, probably, the most untrustworthy person over on Collision.

This gets a mix of boos and cheers from the crowd as Adrianna taps her temple.

Adrianna Salvatore: I remember. I remember when I was still a newcomer on the pro circuit, coming onto the social media side and there you were, spreading your bullshit. Lies. Rumors. Fabrications. Then at some point, you must have gotten so tired of getting your ass kicked by the people you pissed off, you decided to hop a flight to Japan and joined a dojo so you didn’t eventually wind up dead. The problem with that is, even then you continued flip flopping sides, burning bridges and trying to cozy up to whoever you thought you could leech off of for your own benefit. Then you seem to think, now that you’re on your “excursion” that being a graduate from a death match dojo makes you cream of the crop. Bitch, let me say this: I’ve been in more death matches than people’s beds you’ve crawled into. You ain’t shit.

There’s an “oooooooh” from the crowd as Adrianna shrugs as if to say she doesn’t care who she upsets with that one.

Adrianna Salvatore: Oh! I should cite that I have credible sources on that one. That’s how it works in journalism, right Cass? See...you’ve been doing this for longer than I have, round about. However, you’ve made it a habit of running your mouth and you never considered the trouble it can get you in. Two weeks ago, I’d hoped that our little visit would have squared you away on that one. Not only did you suffer, but the rest of the roster suffered consequences all account of you, Cass. You! I say again, what happened on January 5th is on you! Now...did you learn?

Adrianna shrugs and shakes her head.

Adrianna Salvatore: Of course not. Would you really be Cass Baumer if you learned your lesson that quickly? No, instead, you did what you always do. You kept pushing and pushing. Then, on top of that, you and that sorry sack of shit General Manager over there had to go and make it personal. I don’t care what you say about it being his own decision. The last bitch who dragged my family into a squabble? Go back and do that research you love to do so much. It didn’t end well for her. It ain’t gonna end well for you. In the long run, it’s not gonna end well for any of you. Whether it’s me...or him. Trust me. Eventually, it’s coming. There isn’t shit you can do now except batten down the hatches and pray to whatever piece of spiritual jewelry you motherfuckers believe in. So, to get down to business, here’s this. We heard what Isabella Santiago here has laid out. War is inevitable. War is upon us. War Games. Once again, I’m on the frontline, only this time? I’m commanding the fucking army. Cass? I want you to be on the forefront across from me. You think you’re such hot shit? I’m challenging you to captain the opposition. Do what you gotta do to make that happen. Beg who you gotta beg. Bribe who you gotta bribe….

Pause. Adrianna gives a half shrug.

Adrianna Salvatore: Fuck who you gotta fuck. I’ll be waiting, because I’ve already got my army assembled and when the horn blows? We’re gonna burn you to the fucking ground….

Isabella grins and laughs as she just looks at Adrianna for a moment before deciding to speak one more time.

Isabella Santiago: And all of you, I'm making this statement right here, right now. Adrianna Salvatore, she's going to be a future Undisputed Champion sooner rather than later and you can bet on that.

Isabella winks into the camera and grabs Adrianna’s hand and raises it high into the air as the two of them stand in the middle of the ring as Aftershock goes off the air.