NFW Trauma #31! 01/26/2021!

Andrew Payne: Hello, everyone! Welcome to NFW Trauma! We’re here on our thirty first episode and we are preparing for war!

Miranda Augustino: Simón, carnal! Civil War’s on the horizon, bitches! We goin’ up in Mexico City, lookin’ to whup Collision’s ASS! We got some domestic business to take care of first, though! Speaking of all this shit goin’ on though, Andy, whassup? You good? Appreciate’chu lookin’ out the other week.

Andrew Payne: You know, Miranda, I just...I’m good, but I never thought the two brands would come to this. Let alone, I never thought I would see the return of Doomsday.

Miranda Augustino: Hey, I never thought I’d see you get up in that shit again but it happened. Yo, you know what though? We gotta have a brand war? I got full confidence in our hombres and chicas. We gonna whup Collision’s ass and when we do? Cass Baumer, I hope you’re watchin’ cause Adrianna Salvatore’s right. You brought this on your own people, running ya fuckin’ mouth and now you ain’t got enough ass to cash that check you wrote!

Andrew Payne: I really don’t think Cass Baumer meant any ill will with her words, Mir. Come on now.

Miranda Augustino: She called our roster a piece of piss, Andy! The high end talent we got on here? ¡Bésame el culo, puta! Papi and Katie baby ain’t pieces o’piss! Griffin Hawkins! Azurine Vebbins! Super Tiger! Kasey Kash! Anaquin Adams! Shit, Adrianna Salvatore! I’m surprised Doomsday didn’t up and smoke yo ass! Shittin’ on his legacy like that. Some of these people supposed to be your friends, puta! Wait till next week though; get yo ass tuned up, bitch.

Andrew Payne: Well, we’ll see about that tuning up next week, Mir, but tonight we still aren’t one hundred percent certain on who will be leading Team Trauma in War Games at Invasion! Could be Adrianna Salvatore, could be Anaquin Adams. They’ll be facing each other in our main event where Anaquin Adams’ United States Championship will be on the line in a Wrestle War rematch! We’ve got that and so much more tonight, everyone! You won’t wanna miss it!

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With no entrance music or extinguished lights, Eavan Maloney walks out in street clothes consisting of an AML t-shirt, black leggings, biker boots and a leather jacket. She walks down the ramp with a purpose, heading over to the announce area where she grabs a microphone. Miranda is about to say something but Eav glares at her, making Miranda sit immediately. Eav walks up the steps into the ring, pacing around the ring like a caged panther.

Eavan Maloney: I’m starting to see how things are run around here. Last time I was on Trauma, Episode 20 if my memory isn’t going on me with the crap I deal with, Santiago threw me to the wolves, dangled this tournament thing in front of my face, the Guardians of the Pyramid. Threw me in the ring against Trenton Page, and I’m sure we all remember how that turned out. I’ll withhold my honest opinion of that man and that night, but I’m sure anyone who goes back and rewatches the show will figure it out pretty quickly. I’m not exactly the most diplomatic, and the fuckers in this locker room and the other seem to have a BIG problem with it. Problem is, not one of those fuckers will dare stand in this ring and tell me to my face. No, they put up bans and blocks, I’m contractually not allowed to appear on Collision. You know, the brand I fucking BUILT before the Klingdum showed up and made a damn mockery out of the business.

Eavan stares directly into the camera, and flips the bird.

Eavan Maloney: That is for anyone who holds the Matthews name, and anyone associated with that entire family. As you can tell by the lack of music and lack of get-up, this ain’t the Serpent, Krigare, the Steampunk Warrior, whatever nickname I’ve earned talking. This is the chick everyone on both brands owes their NFW career to. And how do you all repay me? By making sure I walk away one last time.

Eavan gets up on the top turnbuckle and sits on it, looking up the ramp.

Eavan Maloney: You see, I’m on to you fuckers. The only reason Brody and Santiago invited me back is because they’re expecting me to make a spectacle of myself and rage quit so they, Calloway, and both rosters can have a good laugh at my expense. Yall jobbed me to Maki and Page the last time… oh, was I not allowed to say ‘jobbed’? Fuck you, I do what I want. And what I have to do tonight is make a point.

Eavan pulls her hair back in frustration.

Eavan Maloney: First match back, and you fuckers pit sister against sister. Me against Stacy Jones. Those who know us know we have a lot of history. She’s hated me longer than she’s loved me, let’s be honest here. And what were you hoping for exactly? A kinder, gentler Eavan? Yeah, THAT ain’t happening. I respect Stacy, a bucket list opponent, hall of fame career. And we’ll tear up this ring like no two others can. However, this match is tainted from the outset. This match isn’t for the business. It isn’t for the fans. It’s for management looking to fix the mistake they made when they put that contract in front of me. By going to the well again, by trying to screw me, you’re hoping I leave on my own accord. Newsflash, motherfuckers, I’m not going anywhere.

Eavan turns around and comes off the turnbuckles and leans against the ropes facing the ramp.

Eavan Maloney: I came back to finish the job I started. Get gold, get paid, and get the respect I deserve. And if it has to start with going through Stacy? So be it. I’m not leaving until I get what I came for. Last show, I said I was more than happy with having to go through anybody I had to, and I meant it. I’m going to give you the option of making this easy or difficult on yourselves. I have no issue with crippling that entire locker room until there’s nobody left. None, zero, zilch. OR, you can quit with these speedbumps and detours and put me straight shot against Crowley. Your call.

Eavan drops the mic, flipping off the camera again as she starts to walk up the ramp before detouring through the crowd instead.
The camera moves to the backstage area just as the back door to the arena opens and into the roster and employee lounge area walk the members of S.B.S. Three of them anyway. Kaede Tanabe strolls right on in with her pump heels, designer dress and long overcoat. Behind her, stable members Masami Nishikiyama and Kayako Kazama follow with their gear bags. Masami looks stoic as always, Kayako has that little bounce to her step, and Kaede? Well…

Kaede Tanabe: No, bitch. I said wagyu not unagi. These neanderthals don’t eat eel. They’re all about red meat and carbs so if we’re hosting a function, we may as well show them what grade A beef is instead of the shit they’re used to eating.

Kaede’s on her phone as she leads the way down the hallway to the locker rooms. She rolls her eyes and talks with her other hand, index finger extended as if she’s sassing someone directly in front of her.

Kaede Tanabe: Listen, you tell that fat, greasy bastard I don’t give a fuck about what he has to do. He can sell it to a fisherman, for all I care. I’m not paying for Fifty cases of something that I didn’t order. So tell him to take the fucking eel back, package the wagyu or I’ll have him flipping burgers at...hold on….

Kaede stops and turns to the other two members of S.B.S that are there.

Kaede Tanabe: Kaya-chan, what’s that nasty ass burger place you love so much?

Kayako Kazama: Carru Junior not nasty!

Kaede brings the phone back up to her ear.

Kaede Tanabe: Carl Jr’s! That’s it. I’ll have that fat fuck flipping beef patties at Carl Jr’s if he doesn’t get my order corrected asap! Kay bitch? Baaaiiiiiiii!!!

She clicks her phone off and shakes her head.

Kaede Tanabe: Morons!

As soon as the three step into the women’s locker room, however, her mood changes and she raises her hands, giving a twirl as if to say “here we are!” Sitting on the bench, Yuka Hirata’s wearing a casual smile as she pauses her conversation with her wife Dokueki who’s in the middle of adding the finishing touches to her gear.

Kaede Tanabe: Dōzoooo!!! Kon'ya kanojo no o shiri o keru junbi wa dekite imasu ka?!!

Kayako Kazama: Doku-chan! Yuuuuka-chaaaan!

Kayako runs right up to the married pair. Yuka barely has time to get out of her seat to catch the energetic girl and her hug. Kayako bounces up and down before turning to Dokueki and bowing. She knows better than to try and bombarde her with a hug, especially when she’s strapping on her kick pads.

Kaede Tanabe: Kaya-chan, junbi shite kudasai!

Kayako grabs her back and happily skips around to go behind the half wall of lockers and find an empty cubby. Behind her, Masami casually follows with her own bag, leaving Kaede, Yuka and Dokueki.

Kaede Tanabe: Watashitachi wa mina, keikaku o meikaku ni shite imasu yo ne? Zen'in?

Yuka nods, looking to her wife for a moment then nods back at Kaede with even more assurance. Just as she does, Dokueki finishes with her kickpads and steps her foot off the bench, turning to the manager of S.B.S - the stable of which she is a close affiliate of, through her marriage to Yuka. Kaede speaks directly to Dokueki now, going completely serious. Cold even.

Kaede Tanabe: Kanojo o kizutsukemasu. Kanojo o bassuru. Kanojo o kowashi nasai. Kanojo no kuso himei o agete, sore ga tomaru yō ni tanomi nasai. Sorekara kanojo ni mōsukoshi atae nasai.

Dokueki wears her trademark scowl as she just nods to Kaede in a way that says she already planned on whatever Kaede was telling her. At that, Kaede turns to the camera and smiles confidently.

Kaede Tanabe: Ohhhh, Jenn Drew, I hope you’re ready for tonight, bitch. I hope you’ve got your affairs in order. Because if you even want a sniff at a chance of the Luchacore Championship, you’re gonna have to dig deeper than you ever have before. Deeper than you did against that bitch Baumer that sent your ass our way. Remember! You don’t even have to win it all, tonight! All you need is a best of two out of three! So show me - show [b[]i[us[/i][/b] - what you’re really made of. Ja ne![/color]

Kaede starts to wave goodbye before closing her fingers in, leaving her middle finger extended and turning the back of her hair towards the camera.

Match #1/Tag Team

La Servientas de Yum Kimil v. Fast Food

Nacho Grande decides to start things for the team and ends up immediately regretting it as Lady Death blasts him with a headbutt. Nacho is rocked and gets hit with a big spinning neckbreaker. Lady Death tags in Santa Muerta and when Nacho gets to his feet, he is taken right back down courtesy of a blockbuster off the top rope. Lady Death is tagged right back in and the big man is git with a double elbow drop, then covered

TWO…

THRE- Broken up by French Fry!

Lady Death looks up at French Fry with a smile, grabs Nacho Grande’s hand, and starts pulling him towards the corner, but she struggles to drag his weight. She goes to her corner, tags in Santa Muerta, and they pull Nacho up, then whip him into his own corner, forcing French Fry to tag himself in. French Fry tries to fight back and hits a forearm to Death and then one to Muerta. He slides in between the top and middle rope, but that was a big mistake as Lady Death catches him with a draping DDT before finally retreating to her corner. Santa Muerta covers

TWO…

THRE- Broken up by Nacho Grande!

Nacho was still a bit woozy, but he was there to help his partner. Unfortunately, so was Lady Death, dropping the big man with a clothesline. Nacho rolled towards the ropes as Lady Death went back to her corner. Santa Muerta hit the ropes as Lady Death got the blind tag. Muerta charges at Nacho and hits a basement dropkick that sent the large man to the outside. French Fry was snatched up and headbutted as Santa Muerta went to the apron as Lady Death brings French Fry up. Santa Muerta springboards up and assists with the spike Omega driver they call Scrificio a Los dioses. Lady Death makes the cover

TWO…

THREE!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Your winners as a result of a Pinfall, Lady Death, Santa Muerta… LA SIRVIENTAS DE YUM KIMIL!

Andrew Payne: A quick win for Yum Kimil’s Maid’s. I hope that the translation is correct. I really don’t want Lady Death to come over here and headbutt me like she did Nacho Grande and French Fry. Sure I’m tough and could handle it, but I just don’t want to.

Miranda Augustino: Right, probably should just stick with their name and acknowledge the quick work they made of these two fucking morons they faced. Seriously, who the shit hired these guys? The only place that nachos and fries go together is Taco Bell, and I will never be drunk enough to eat there.

Result: Via Pinfall

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The scene comes up with Adrianna Salvatore in the locker room ruffling through her gear and getting things laid out to prep for her title match later. There's a sound at the door and Adrianna looks up. She stands, drawing herself to her full height. Cali-Kate steps into view and the just over half a foot of height difference is palpable, yet with both commanding presences in the room, it almost seems they are exactly eye-to-eye.

Kate: I'll make this quick because I'm sure you're about as damn happy that I'm here as I am right now. I just want to make one thing clear: I didn't join the team to follow your lead. As far as I'm concerned I'm still better than you at leading a team and I'm the one that proved that shit last year. But… we both know this is bigger than both of us though. The one thing that can't be questioned is I stick with my fucking brand, no matter what.

Adrianna scoffs a bit and Kate takes another step.

Kate: What's so fucking funny? You think it's some kind of joke? You got that title that you're going back for tonight because of me. I led the charge last year and I was in the WarGames against the Children. If I had chosen not to be on this team you wouldn't have a goddamn chance in this match. I didn't join because I had to, I joined because this fucking team needs me. You may not want to admit to it, but you know I'm right.

Adrianna closes her eyes, lifts her head and opens them as if looking to the powers that be, as if she even followed them anyway. As Kate continues talking, Adrianna forces a smile on her face and raises a hand with tensed fingers.

Adrianna Salvatore: Stop. Right there.

Adrianna grins, running her tongue over her teeth like a wolf licking her chops.

Adrianna Salvatore: We can agree on one thing, for sure. This team does need you. If we wanna win, the team needs the best people on the brand. It needs the people that aren’t afraid to go that extra mile to get shit done. That’s you. That’s Morian, Santa Muerte, Lady Death. That’s me. Trust me, we don’t have to be friends to do this. We aren’t. Probably never will be. We do need to work together, however, so as far as I’m concerned, you tell yourself whatever you need to make you feel better but understand a few things. First: the Children of Nephilim? Who they are or what they were means absolutely nothing to me. You fought them. Good for you. I’d do the same if they wanna step up but what’s left of them is over on Collision. Lucky them, because secondly: I’ve been through Hell and have yet to perish and I bow to no one. God or Devil. King or Queen. This is something that should be common knowledge by now but I need to keep reminding all of you. So, will I admit this team needs you? Absolutely. Hence, why I told Santiago I was naming you as my first pick. However, make no mistake.

Adrianna shifts forward just a tad and their noses are almost touching. The notion might almost have an erotic undertone to it if there wasn’t a fiery rage burning within Adrianna’s eyes while her face remains twisted in a cold scowl.

Adrianna Salvatore: Champion or not. Your King is not mine. Nor will bend the knee to him or any other who thinks they rule all around them. You and Crowley can consider Trauma your kingdom all you want. These other worms can be your subjects. Me?

Pause. The corner of her mouth lifts on one side and the grin is almost unsettling.

Adrianna Salvatore: I’m the monster in the woods the royal guard warns you about.

Adrianna steps back, giving Kate some room as she starts removing her aesthetic leather and spiked bracers to begin preparing for her match. Kate only glares at Adrianna for a moment before she leans up to her ear.

Kate: Just remember that I destroy monsters in the end. Just like every gamer does.

Kate turns on her heel and walks off. Adrianna watches her go, another grin slowly creeping on her face before she turns her back to the camera and, just as she starts peeling off her t-shirt, the shot cuts to the next scene.
Backstage, Cameron Worley walks into the Cornbread Mafia dressing room shaking his head nervously.

Cameron Worley: Aw shit…

His younger brother and tag team partner, Shawn Worley, stares at his brother, worry visibly crossing the younger man’s face.

Shawn Worley: Sup, Cam?

Cameron closes the door behind him and leans his head against it for a second. Shawn’s expression turns even more worried at the pause.

Shawn Worley: We ain’t get fired or nothin’ did we?

Cameron shakes his head.

Shawn Worley: Willie and Waylon show up and threaten to make Sara bark fire at everybody again?

Cameron shakes his head again.

Shawn Worley: We get a Dear Cam and Shawn Letter from Carmen and Reya?

Again, Cameron shakes his head.

Shawn Worley: Then what in tarnation is eatin’ y’all up like this?

Cameron sighs and slowly turns to face his brother.

Cameron Worley: I just got told about somethin’… we gonna wanna keep on the down low or we gonna have us a big ass problem here real soon!

Shawn frowns.

Shawn Worley: What kinda problem, Cam? You ain’t makin’ no damn sense at all!

Cameron raises a hand to try and calm his brother.

Cameron Worley: Look, we gotta keep this quiet alright. If Bubba finds out what I just heard, we ain’t gonna be able to slow him down, much less stop him…

Shawn’s eyes start to widen.

Shawn Worley: What in THE hell is down there? They bring in an army of them damn furries or somethin’?

Cameron shakes his head quickly.

Cameron Worley: No, ain’t no dude in a damn animal costume…

Shawn’s hands pop up, palms up, exasperation now covering his face.

Shawn Worley: What is it?

Cameron shakes his head, a look of absolute terror now on his face.

Cameron Worley: Hell naw, we ain’t speakin’ its damn name. Bubba gets wind, he’ll make Willie goin’ ham on a china shop look like Daisy turned loose in a pettin’ zoo!

Shawn can’t believe his ears.

Shawn Worley: What did they do, get a damn chocolate fountain or somethin’?

Cameron starts to answer, but before he can, a familiar voice comes screaming from the next room.

Voice: CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!

Both brothers turn in muted anticipation of their cousin, Big Bubba Thompson’s entry in the room.

Cameron Worley: Aw…

Shawn Worley: Hell…

Bubba comes bounding in, a smile from ear to ear.

Cameron Worley: I told y’all w had to keep this quiet!

Shawn starts to apologize but Bubba’s smile gets even more electric.

Big Bubba Thompson: CHOCCCY!!!!

He turns and charges the door, blowing by his cousins and rushing into the hallway.

Cameron Worley: Come on, dammit, we gotta catch his big ass before he destroys the place and makes us be havin’ a handicap match because he looks like that Violet girl in Willy Wonka!

Shawn nods as the two take food after their cousin.

Shawn Worley: BUBBA!!!!

As they come around the corner, they find Bubba has been stopped by the one thing that could have distracted him from the prospect of a running chocolate fountain, his friend, River Chance.

Big Bubba Thompson: RIVVY!!!!!

Cameron and Shawn watch as Bubba picks her up and hugs her tightly. He spins around and then sets her down, only then noticing the look on her face.

River Chance: I was not expecting a full contact greeting.

Bubba’s eyes go wide in sudden terror and shame.

Big Bubba Thompson: Bubba do bad???

River allows herself a small smile.

River Chance: It was unexpected but not unwelcome.

Bubba immediately brightens back up. Cameron dn Shawn catch up and pause, both breathing hard from the rush to catch up.

Cameron Worley: Oh thank the Good Lord Above!

Shawn Worley: Thanks for the assist here, Miss River, y’all done did us a favor!

River frowns.

River Chance: I was unaware assistance was required.

Cameron nods slowly.

Cameron Worley: We had to catch Bubba before he went to the commissary… we gotsta get him to have our match first before he goes and has him some chocolate.

Bubba nods slowly.

Big Bubba Thompson: After?

The look of childlike hope on the big man’s face makes Cameron and Shawn to just smile as they nod to him.

Cameron Worley: After the match, you can have all the choccy y’all want.

Bubba cheers wildly.

Big Bubba Thompson: YAY CHOCCY!!!! CHOCCY, CHOCCY, CHOCCY, CHOCCY, CHOCCY!!!

Cameron nods back the way they’d come.

Cameron Worley: Come on, let’s go get ready and then…

Bubba grins.

Big Bubba Thompson: Choccy?

Shawn nods knowingly.

Shawn Worley: Choccy.

As Bubba turns back to talk to River, Shawn leans over to Cameron.

Shawn Worley: Y’all sure they got enough?

Cameron shrugs.

Cameron Worley: If they don’t, you know we can find him some.

Shawn nods in response.

Shawn Worley: This is gonna be a messy night.

Match #2/Trios Match

Kirios & Tim Hunt and Qiyanna Marshal v. Cornbread Mafia

It was another display of NFW’s crazy Trios Division rules as the Cornbread Mafia faced off against the team of Qiyanna Marshal, Tim and Kirios Hunt! Shawn Worley started things off against Qiyanna Marshal in a collar & elbow tieup before Qiyanna took the advantage with a hammerlock and forearms to the back before shoving Shawn into the ropes. He came barreling back and dropped her with a shoulder block but Qiyanna just popped right back up and Shawn asked her to hit the ropes and throw one back at him. It wasn’t a shoulder block but Marshal did come in with a clothesline that staggered the man. Shawn hit the ropes again and barreled into Qiyanna, sending her into the ropes. She came back with a discus clothesline almost knocking him off his feet. Meanwhile, in the Mafia’s corner, Big Bubba was loving the display, clapping his hands and wanting to get in on it. As Shawn hit the ropes for another go at Qiyanna, Bubba slapped him in the back for a tag, stopping his cousin his tracks. Bubba got into the ring, pointing to himself excitedly, saying it was his turn. Shawn and Cameron looked at each other, grinning and shrugged. Shawn motioned to Qiyanna, telling Bubba “go on and get’chu some!” Bubba looked even more excited and started charging up for a run but Qiyanna wasn’t having none of that and made a quick escape out of the ring.

This seemed to upset Bubba a little bit and he pouted. Sad enough to garner an “Awwwwww” from the sympathetic crowd as he motioned for Qiyanna to come back in and play with him. Qiyanna threw her hands up in refusal but once the ref started to count her out, Tim Hunt went ahead and got into the ring, much to Bubba’s delight. Recognizing him from the two of them working in Hybrid, Bubba pointed at The King of Controversy, yelling “TIMMY!!!” Willing to humor the big man a bit, he asked Bubba if he was ready and Bubba motioned for Tim Hunt to charge him. Tim hit the ropes and blasted Bubba with a shoulder block that did little more than excite him and got him clapping, telling Tim to go again! Again! Again! Tim shrugged, hit the ropes and slammed into Bubba even harder, sending Bubba back a few steps. Bubba jumped up and down again, telling Tim it was his turn now. Tim motioned to the ropes for Bubba to have at it. Bubba got his feet moving, motioning like it was pretending to be a choo choo train. He hit the ropes, charged in and LEVELED Tim Hunt with a body block that knocked him on his ass. Tim started moving to get up but Shawn and Cameron started telling Bubba “wheelbarrow! Wheelbarrow!” Whatever that meant. Oh. Bubba understood it and he grabbed Tim excitedly, hitting a wheelbarrow suplex! This was where Cameron called Bubba over to tag in and took over, laying the forearms and boots to Tim Hunt. Tim started getting back a little head of steam, wearing Cameron down with some of his own technical offense before tagging in Kirios and the Queen of Controversy began to work on the limbs of Cam Worley with armbars, kneebars and ankle locks.

Once the pinfalls and submissions started becoming the focus of the match, things started getting crazier with members of both teams inserting themselves into the ring to break things up. Competitors wound up getting tossed out to ringside and switching the legal order up. Big Bubba Thompson was just having the time of his life throughout. Still, he understood what winning a match meant and he knew they had to win. This lead to what was probably the funniest point in the match when Tim Hunt nailed Cameron with The King Strikes and went for a cover and Big Bubba just came into the ring and hit a running big splash right onto the back of Hunt, subsequently flattening his cousin too. Tim rolled off of Cameron, both men groaning and Bubba pointed to the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheered him on, telling him “yes! Yes! Yes!” Big Bubba climbed the top turnbuckle aaaaaaand BUBBA SAULT!!! Bubba started crawling over for the pin but Kirios Hunt pulled him out of the ring. Bubba, hilariously yelled, “Give him back!” He didn’t see Qiyanna Marshal running in from behind to start hammering him with forearms. Outside the ring, Shawn ran off the apron with a cannonball into the Hunts, leaving them unable to intervene as Qiyanna tried to Irish whip Bubba into the ropes but the big man reversed it and sent her into them instead. Qiyanna was running in, looking to still capitalize but Cameron Worley managed to make it up onto his knees after being squashed and caught Marshal with a low chop to the midsection, doubling her over. He urged Bubba to capitalize on it and Cameron ran off the ropes himself, hitting a Suicide Dive into the Hunts just as they started fighting back against his brother. Meanwhile, Bubba grabbed the gut checked Qiyanna and slammed her into the mat with the BUBBA BOMB for the three count!!

Andrew Payne: And they did it! Cornbread Mafia are your winners!

Miranda Augustino: I almost don’t believe it but I kinda can! How is Bubba so adorable but so dangerous?!

Andrew Payne: I guess he literally is a giant teddy bear.

Result: Pinfall

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Trauma returns, and cameras are locked on to the door of one Isaballa Santiago’s office. There are voices behind that passage, one quieter than the other, before it clicks open and a powerful arm emerges, clasping the outer latch. A few more words are bandied back and forth, but before the person doing most of the speaking emerges, several forms step into view, blocking most of the camera’s line of sight. To a man they’re all masked in black, red or a combination of the two. And be it buttoned work shirt, hoodie or otherwise, the same color scheme matches at least half their attire, all with a bloody, crowned skull insignia somewhere on their person. It could only signify one group:

Huesos Rojos. The Red Bones.

One of them has hold of the camera, drawing it toward their own face. Masks and shades obscure their expression, but it cannot be a pleasant one. Whispered and snarled words, all delivered en Espanol, are heard but likely not understood. The tone, though… that is most certainly threatening. Before there is mischief, the door closes with a light slam and a deceptively smooth and quiet voice speaks, halting the intentions of the gangbangers.

Mano Derecha: ”Eso es suficiente, señores. Tendrás que acostumbrarte a que otros ojos nos miren.”

Despite the gentle tone, each and every head turns in the direction of the voice and immediately comply. There is still ill intent, but whatever is said by the powerhouse of a lady is enough to stay the hands of the gang. She steps through the small throng and stares at the camera herself.

Mano Derecha: ”Así comienza. Déjame adivinar ... ¿Quieres hablar con la reina?”

Her Spanish sounds very… educated. The way it would coming from the throat of a diligent student, not someone who grew up speaking the tongue naturally. However, she soon switches to English. Mano Derecha allows a faint smile out, white teeth showing between faintly-parted, unpainted lips.

Mano Derecha: ”Follow me.”

There is clearly some hesitation to her invitation. Derecha looks around at the others, smirking.

Mano Derecha: ”Pueden irse, caballeros. Llamaré si necesito su presencia.”

And just like that, the Huesos Rojos take their leave. They do not leave so much as they… sort of… melt into the shadows. Very practiced at making themselves scarce, these fellows. Derecha gestures for the cameraperson to follow her as she starts down the hall.

Mano Derecha: ”You, no doubt, want to know the story behind the queen’s arrival here in NFW. Her name has not been spoken of since a rather… painful… period in the business earlier in the year. Something that forced a swift and immediate departure. You must watch who you trust in professional wrestling, Even those who claim to have your best interests at heart turn out to be self-important, self-serving parasites. Our queen, young as she is, misplaced her trust. It is not a mistake she will make again. We shall see to this.”

Mano Derecha walks and the camera follows. Past the locker rooms, past catering. She garners looks of curiosity and concern as she travels, but pays it little mind. Though she does stop as they pass by a small throng of NFW talents meeting with a pack of fans, signing autographs and all that fun stuff. She lazily gestures toward them.

Mano Derecha: ”Smiles for the cameras. Sparkling for the fans. They know they are being watched. They have an image to maintain. Find them when they think they are alone. Then you will know the truth. Cree la mitad de lo que ves y nada de lo que oyes. No confiar en nadie. Those are the words she lives by now.”

Turning, she continues to lead the cameraperson further down the hall.

Mano Derecha: ”Trust… respect… friendship… partners… these are all illusions. It is easy to make promises when you have no intent of following through. Just make your words sweet enough for the other person to believe. Convince them that you have their best interests at heart. Everyone will try and use you if they think you have something that they want. And once they have taken everything of value, they will leave you to fall. That is the history of La Silencia. And that tale is finished.

The muscled woman speaks with cold finality. As the manager of La Silencia, she seems very protective of the young woman. And as noted elsewhere, she is a vital part of Silencia’s, for lack of a better term, empire. But from whence does this devotion come?

Mano Derecha: ”There is no room for trust or respect. There is no need for friendship. There are no ‘partners’. On one side of the boundary, there are opponents and enemies… and yes, there is a difference. On the other? The Huesos Rojos… myself… and the Queen of the Streets. Us versus them. As it is on the streets. As it will be in the ring. We are reality… and a wake-up call for all of Trauma that you reap what you sow. Entertain no notions of camaraderie or ‘saving’ the queen. Those we would accept or take in will know. The rest are just… in the way.”

They stop at the entrance to the loading dock, a quiet part of the arena for the time being. Standing at the ledge where a truck would normally be sitting, open and ready to fill, is a woman with long dark hair. Short of stature but powerful of build, a long leather coat worn that reaches almost to the floor, she stands as still as a statue.

Until she hears footsteps. She turns a masked head toward the camera, hatred in her eyes as she stares. Her gaze softens, albeit very slightly, when it alights upon Mano Derecha, who bows her head for a moment. The masked woman nods ever so lightly, then returns to staring out ahead of her.

La Silencia: ”...”

Mano Derecha: ”The queen has spoken. Try not to find humor in what appears to be a statement so ludicrous to the uninitiated. The statement was made when she put ink to contract. It was reinforced when her eyes fell upon you and you remained standing and healthy. And when Isabella Santiago sees fit to put her in a match, the Queen of the Streets will speak in the language she knows so well, that of violence, to the whole wrestling world. Glory to Huesos Rojos… and to La Silencia.”

La Silencia: ”...”

Gesturing for the cameraperson to move along, that the time to speak is over, Mano Derecha walks up to the side of La Silencia, standing at her side. Almost without a sound, the Huesos Rojos, or those present at the arena at least, appear as smoothly as they vanished earlier, flanking the two women as they stand. Watching.
We go to the ring where there looks to be two contracts in place on the table in the middle of the ring. Isabella Santiago and Steven Brody are on one side of the ring, and Luthor Callaway is on the other. Brody has a microphone in hand.

Steven Brody: Ladies and Gentlemen..the moment of truth is here...we finally will see where Griffin Hawkins will sign with...will he go to Trauma?....or will he go to Collision. Only one place he can go...

Luthor Callaway: And that place is Collision!

The crowd boos as he smiles arrogantly.

Luthor Callaway: You may not like it..but that's how it is. You know the old saying, money talks...and bullshit walks. The contract on that table is a contract worthy of old Griff...so the next time you all will lay eyes on him...will be on Tuesday Night.

"Livin' On A Prayer" hits and out comes Griffin Hawkins. The crowd lights up as he looks straight at the ring where both General Managers are waiting.

Andrew Payne: Could we be seeing the last of Griffin Hawkins on Trauma?

Miranda Augustino: If so, good riddance.

Andrew Payne: How can you say that?! Griffin Hawkins has been a fixture of Trauma since the birth of the Brand Extension. Him going over to Collision would be a major loss for the brand itself!

Miranda Augustino: Well Calloway seems to think that it's in the bag...he may be heading there already!

He steps in between the ropes, taking off his green mirrored aviator shades as he looks at everyone in the ring. He has a mic in hand and begins to speak.

Griffin Hawkins: Man..you guys got me feeling like I'm the Belle of the Ball and everyone wants to dance with me. Before I sign...is there anything you guys need to say to me.

Isabella Santiago: Griffin, I understand if you feel like you're in a slump as of late...and I'm sorry if you feel that jumping to another show will fix it. But we still want you on our brand...if you look back there, you'll find that the locker room respects you, we even have young men and women back there who look up to you...if you're going to leave, then leave. But think of them first.

There’s a pause and Isabella rolls her eyes, shaking her head. Nope. She can’t bear to even fake it.

Isabella Santiago: Actually...if there is one thing you shouldn't do...it's trusting that man over there. The world knows what a scumbag he is...he doesn't give a damn about you. He'll promise to take you to the top..and when you no longer have a purpose for him..he'll leave you in the dust. Us..we respect you, we will shoot straight with you. Trauma is the place where you made yourself a name..and we have no doubts that you may get some Championship Gold around your waist before 2021 comes to a close, Trauma needs you.

Luthor Callaway: Are we through with this sentimental crap yet? Because I got something to say.

With a wide smile he comes over to Griffin, putting his arm around him.

Luthor Callaway: Griffin Griffin Griffin...don't let her sad hangdog expression sway you. You had a home with us all along...

He looks over to Isabella.

Luthor Callaway: All you have done was take this poor young man for granted. This man used to be a Champion! Is he champion now? No...because like all toys, you got tired of playing with him and just put him back on the shelf. You people are animals! Universe gives you a sign and you just shove your finger right up its ass! Now, I may be a lot of things, but I recognize a hot commodity when I see one.

He guides him over to the contract.

Luthor Callaway: Just look at that contract Griff..lots of years, lots of zeroes. Whatever you want...money, girls, recognition...all could be yours if you sign on the dotted line.

Steven Brody: Griffin...you sure you wanna do this? If you sign with him...you might lose a lot of respect from friends you’re leaving behind. Given recent circumstances.

Luthor Callaway: Like they respect him now?...when was the last time he held a title..let alone had a match here? Now suddenly you two want him to stay when he has one foot out the door.

Griffin Hawkins: Alright alright...enough arguing. I've listened to you..

He looks to Brody and Issy.

Griffin Hawkins: And I've listened to you.

He looks to Luthor.

Griffin Hawkins: And after much thought...I think I like the sound of Luthor's vision for me...so Mr.Callaway....you got yourself a deal.

The crowd boos loudly as Luthor has a smile so wide you'd need plastic surgery to remove it. Griffin takes his pen and signs his name on the Collision contract.

Andrew Payne: I don't believe it...Callaway got to him.

Miranda Augustino: As much as I don't like him...I am disappointed that he chose to abandon Trauma for Collision.

Callaway has the contract in hand.

Luthor Callaway: You won't regret this. Ladies and Gentlemen! Griffin Hawkins is now the exclusive property of Collision!

He raises Griffin's hand in the air as the crowd boos. Luthor is pleased with himself as he lets go, but as he turns around WHAM! Griffin hits the Shot In The Dark Superkick on him! Luthor is out cold! The crowd is on their feet cheering.

Andrew Payne: What the hell?!

Miranda Augustino: He just...signed the contract, but he Superkicked him...what is going on?!

He picks up the Collision Contract he signed and rips it up into pieces! He goes over to the table and signs his name on the Trauma Contract, signifying where he's going.

Andrew Payne: He signed the Trauma contract! He's staying here after all!

Miranda Augustino: And he made a statement by laying out the GM of Collision on top of that, he hasn't even moved!

He shakes hands with Brody and Isabella as "Livin' On A Prayer" kicks back in. He celebrates in the ring as the cameraman focuses on the unconscious Luthor before we head to a break.

Match #3/Singles Match

Cali-Kate v. Cindy Coleman

When the bell rings, the aggressive Cindy charges at Kate who flees to the corner and goes between the second and top ropes. Kate yells at Cindy to back off as the ref warns Cindy not to get herself disqualified. Kate gets back between the ropes while Cindy is with the ref. With both distracted Kate flies in with a forearm smash to Cindy's face. The ref tries to get control, but Kate quickly backs Cindy into the opposite corner with a series of chops and kicks that keep Cindy off balance. Backed in the corner though Cindy fights back, kicking Kate hard in the gut and delivering several powerful blows that flatten Kate. A few knee drops to Kate's head earns Cindy a two count.

Cindy dominates much of the early match, keeping Kate on the mat and locking in multiple submissions which leave Kate weakened. After two more pin attempts, Cindy starts to get a little frustrated. She paces a bit which gives Kate enough time to recover. When Cindy goes to start working Kate again, Kate fires off with several shots to Cindy's gut. Cindy tries to bear through and fight back, but Kate has her own second wind. With the match slowly picking up pace, it is moving much more into Kate's comfort zone, especially with her now on the offensive. Kate keeps the offensive going despite a two count pin attempt and a second pin that allows Cindy to get to the ropes. Cindy is backed into a corner, whipped to the opposite just to get a leg lariat that sends her flying over the ropes and out onto the floor below. The crowd is solidly against this, but Kate spends time to taunt them instead.

That unfortunately proves to be costly as Kate hops to the top turnbuckle to launch down in a moonsault, but Cindy moves out of the way and Kate splats onto the floor mats. Cindy has to shake cobwebs from her head still as the ref begins the count. Cindy picks up Kate and whips her against the ringpost and comes in with another bevy of submissions, but the count is still going and her submissions can't be counted outside the ring. Cindy growls at Kate, but Kate finds just enough to fire back another flurry of headshots which leads to a Geek Chic Kick (Chick Kick) that spells lights out for Cindy.

Kate rolls Cindy back in the ring and tries a pin, but gets a close two count. Kate screams out her frustration and confronts the ref about counting slow. Kate is absolutely furious and it allows Cindy to recover and roll up Kate in a schoolgirl attempt that Kate kicks out from at two. Both women are up and Cindy takes Kate down one more time with Stay Down (Running Bulldog). Another pin attempt is a two count. Cindy signals her intent to end this and goes to the top rope, setting up for Destiny, but Kate is up and bounces the ropes causing Cindy to lose her balance and fall off the ropes. Cindy rolls into the center of the ring and both women need to recover now.

Kate is up first, but the two can only trade blows at this point. Kate gets the final advantage and DDT's Cindy. Cindy rolls back up but it sets Kate up perfectly for Expansion Pack (Overhead Somersault Backstabber). Cindy is flattened and Kate poses through her fatigue. Cindy recovers slowly and Kate stalks her. Finally Kate turns Cindy and hits Cindy with Starstruck (Inverted Double Underhook Facebuster). Kate slides over Cindy and covers her for a successful three count.

Result: Pinfall

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We cut backstage to find “Unbreakable” Stacy Jones standing in front of a Trauma backdrop, dressed in her wrestling gear along with her custom black leather jacket and her plain black beanie hat.

Stacy Jones: It’s funny how life works sometimes, ain’t it Eav? Not long ago you were talking about a bucket list of people you would love to step into the ring to face before you hang up your boots and retire… and one of those people was me.

She chuckles a little.

Stacy Jones: And then I sign with NFW… I get put onto the same brand you’re part of and then lo and behold… my first match on Trauma… and you’re my opponent.

The Unbreakable One folds her arms across her stomach.

Stacy Jones: Now, you and I know each other pretty damn well considering we’ve never stepped into a ring against one another. You know how successful I’ve been in the other companies I’ve been a part of… and I know how successful you have been in the companies you’ve been a part of… including right here in NFW.

Unfolding her arms she stares into the camera, a look of intensity in her eyes.

Stacy Jones: And that’s where the difference comes in. See, I could go on and on and list the accomplishments I’ve achieved in the other places I’ve been… but you and I both know that doesn’t mean a damn thing here in NFW. All that matters is what we’ve accomplished here and you? You’ve held various championships during your time here...

She rolls her neck and shakes her arms loose.

Stacy Jones: And that is important, but not for the reasons why you would think. See, most of the time when you get a match between two top athletes in this industry… it tends to come down to who wants it more. And the fact that you have already made a name for yourself here… and I have yet to do that? That means that when it comes down to it… I want this win more than you do. Whether you agree with me or not, it’s irrelevant… because at the end of the day, if you lose to me… you still have something to fall back on because you’re already a big name here. If I lose to you though? I’ve gotta start all over again to prove that I belong here!

The intensity in her eyes continues to build.

Stacy Jones: You said it yourself on Twitter that the moment we step between those ropes, our sisterly bond is thrown out of the window, and I’ll be facing Krigare. As if I wasn’t expecting that in the first place… because I was. I retired my own brother in a championship versus career match, so if I’m willing to do that to my own flesh and blood? What do you expect me to do against you? Tonight, it’s not Eavan versus Stacy… it’s Krigare versus The Unbreakable One! And I plan on knocking off one of the most decorated champions in this company in my Trauma debut! See you out there… Krigare!

Jones then blows a kiss into the camera followed by a wink before she disappears off camera as we cut elsewhere.
We go backstage where Amy Connors is standing beside a TV screen, looking mildly annoyed.

Amy Connors: Hello everyone, it is time for my interview with Minoru Tanahashi, but I am told it’s now via satellite, meaning I could have sat in a comfortable chair in one of the production offices instead of putting these heels on, but I am a professional and I will press on. Let’s go to Minoru Tanahashi.

The screen lights up with Minoru Tanahashi sitting inside of a hot tub with a roaring fire behind him. He smiles and raises his can of Strong Zero double peach, towards the screen.

Minoru Tanahashi: Kon'nichiwa Amy, shame you couldn’t do this interview on location. I just feel so calm and relaxed when I sit here. I need to be calm for the interview, so this is good. I uh...

Minoru sits his drink down as he starts moving his hands a bit erratically.

Minoru Tanahashi: I am trying to figure out why I am not there this week? Why I am not competing? I am ninety nine percent certain that my good friend Tiggy will choose me to be part of her team for Invasion, but that’s still… It’s been six weeks since I have wrestled in an NFW ring. I need to show Trauma that drafting me was the smartest move in the history of this company. I need to go out there, show everyone what I have and who I am. They say you are only as good as your last match, well I lost that one. That has left a nasty taste in my mouth and no amount of alcohol can get rid of that taste. So, Saturday, January thirtieth, I will be in Chicago, at the Collision Center, and I will be having a match on Aftershock.

Amy Connors: So that’s why you wanted interview time? To say you will probably have a match at Invasion and ask for a match on Aftershock?

Minoru Tanahashi: No, I did it to show off my awesome hot tub and fireplace. Also, can you ask Miss Santago to ask the accounting lady how I get an advance on my salary? I’m thinking three… better make it six months. I might owe like one or seven people down in Mexico City.

Off-screen some very feminine giggles can be heard and Minoru looks over with a smile.

Minoru Tanahashi: What’s that Amy, you’ll take care of all that, thanks, you’re the best, gotta go now, my guests have arrived.

Minoru stands up, showing he is only wearing a neon green speedo, right as the feed cuts out.

Amy Connors: Well I don’t know if drafting him was the smartest move in company history, but it was certainly one of the most… entertaining.

Amy laughs a little as she turns to someone else and seems to ask "did you see that" before we go back to ringside.

Match #4/Singles Match

Stacy Jones v. Eavan Maloney

The bell rings, and Eavan and Stacy stare each other down for a moment before Jones nods and the two begin to circle. Zdunich steps in first, throwing stiff chop into the chest of Jones, which elicits an “ooooh” from the audience in attendance. The smaller woman brings her hand back, and hits another stinging chop, followed by a third, that of which backs Stacy into a neutral corner. Eavan hits a couple more chops before Jones rallies, blocking a chop before hitting crisp European uppercut that causes Zdunich to stumble back a couple of steps. Stacy steps in, delivering another before turning to run at the ropes. She executes a handspring before coming back with a big back elbow, which drops Eavan to the mat.

Stacy turns again, running to hit the ropes before coming back, looking for a shining wizard, but she misses as Eavan rolls out of the way. Jones is quick back to her feet, but Zdunich is faster, catching Stacy with a dropkick that knocks her back down to the mat. Eavan pulls Stacy back to her feet, wrapping her arms around the taller woman to execute a belly-to-belly suplex before hooking the leg, but Stacy kicks out. Zdunich gets to her feet with a frown before running to rebound off the ropes, looking to hit a dropkick to her opponents knees. Stacy sidesteps the attack, and as Eavan hits the mat, Jones executes the shining wizard she attempted earlier. She goes for a cover of her own, but the Serpent of Chaos gets a shoulder up.

After a series of strike exchanges, it appears that Stacy’s height advantage is working in her favor. She executes her stiff kick combination, flooring Eavan before making her way to the top rope. She calls out to the crowd to rally, and the fans go nuts as Zdunich stumbles to her feet. Stacy leaps, looking for RWYA, but Eavan dodges at the last possible moment, causing Jones to land hard on the mat. Stacy gets to her feet, turning toward Zdunich just as the smaller woman catches her, using the ropes to execute the Last Word! Eavan goes for a pin, hooking one leg as the referee begins to count. Stacy throws a foot up on the ropes just before the referee finishes his count, and the bell rings, awarding the victory to Eavan!

Miranda Augustino: Yay! Mami wins!

Andrew Payne: Now wait a minute, Stacy had her foot on the ropes! I don’t think the referee saw it!

Miranda Augustino: Nooooo no no! Don’t start that shit, Andy! Mami got the pin fair and square!

Andrew Payne: Well, I guess there’s nothing that can be said about it now. The win’s been awarded but they might wanna take more care next time!

Result: Pinfall

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We open up inside the locker room of Jenn Drew. She looks hyper focused as she finishes getting ready for her match tonight. As she finishes taping up her wrists, a hand reaches into the camera and onto Jenn's right shoulder. The camera zooms out a little bit as we see Sammi Belmont standing behind her. Jenn gets up and smiles at Sammi as she nods her head.

Jenn Drew: Don't worry, love, I've got this tonight and then at Invasion. There isn't a bloody soul out there that can own me.

Sammi Belmont: Except for me of course, love.

Jenn chuckles as she kisses Sammi on the cheek.

Jenn Drew: So true, love, but that is definitely a different kind of owning.

Sammi Belmont: I'm just worried that things are going to go exactly the same way they did last time and they're going to screw you over once again and you'll be stuck working for that bitch.

Jenn Drew: Trust me, I'm ready for anything they can throw at me tonight and next week. I'm going to go out there tonight and I'm going to earn that match and then next week, I'll be walking out with the gold. Just sit back, relax, and watch me do my thing.

Jenn gives Sammi one last kiss and one final hug before she decides to walk out the door, closing it and leaving Sammi in the locker room to sit down in the chair and sigh loudly.

Sammi Belmont: I hope you're right, love, I hope you're right...
The scene comes up backstage with Amy Connors standing by.

Amy: Ladies and gentlemen, my guests at this time, The Brothers Drake.

Torian and Dylan join Amy. Both have smiles on their faces.

Amy: Dylan and Torian, there's been a lot of speculation going on as we go into the Invasion event. You two will be facing Lilith and Christina who are undoubtedly one of the most dominant tag teams in NFW ever. Your thoughts?

Torian: It really doesn't come as a surprise that the opening volleys as we go into our match mirror the words of the Queen's Guard when we first arrived. Now yes, we did end up losing that match, but that was our first match. We defeated them twice more including getting this opportunity at their Kingdom cohorts the Valkyries at Invasion. Now let me tell you a little something right here and now Amy, the Valkyries may be the top of the mountain now, but the last of their kind means when we put them down, that makes them extinct.

Torian shoots a wink at Amy.

Torian: Look, it's their team name, I'm not judging that, but if that's meant to be a point of pride, to be the last of something, eventually there won't be any more. And chances are, no one will ever remember your names for being the last of something. But, but, they always remember your name for being the first. And let me just say, our first tag team championship reign is gonna be sweet.

Dylan has been hanging back but leans in now.

Dylan: Amy, the Valkyries will try to throw everything they have at us. Everything they can muster. It's how they've always fought. And we take nothing from their achievements, but the Kingdom believes themselves untouchable. No, every Kingdom crumbles, every dynasty has its last day. And it just so happens that we are going to have to tear out another brick from that Kingdom. Well, if anybody could, I'd put the best money on us right now no matter what.

The Brothers put their fists together above them.

Torian: Behold...

Dylan: ...the Brothers.

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

Match #5/Gauntlet Match

Jenn Drew v. Masami Nishikiyama, Dokueki, Kayako Kazama

Jenn is in the ring as Dokueki, Masami, and Kayako all walk out to the ramp with Kaede and Yuka in tow. The five of them huddle up and before too long, Masami is the first to make her way down to the ring to face Jenn. Jenn stands there, arms open, inviting Masami to come in and start things off. Masami steps in and the bell rings to start the match.

Right away, Masami goes right at Jenn, driving her into the corner. She delivers a few shoulder tackles to Jenn right off the bat before taking her over and down to the mat with an overhead belly to belly suplex. She then immediately goes for a cover, but Jenn manages to kick out at one. Masami picks Jenn up and sends her into the ropes and when Jenn rebounds, Masami takes her and turns her inside out with a discus clothesline. Masami then picks Jenn up and delivers a series of forearms and elbow shots before hitting Jenn with a German Suplex. Masami goes for another cover, but Jenn is able to kick out at two. Masami once again picks Jenn up and she goes for a powerbomb, but Jenn is able to reverse it into a hurricanrana and holds on for a pin and surprising Masami by getting the three count!

Andrew Payne: One down for Jenn! Who's next!

Miranda Augustino: Jenn caught Masami off guard as she was just flat out being dominated in this first match of three.

As Jenn gets to her feet, she stumbles into the corner as Kaede taps Dokueki on the shoulder, indicating she was next. Dokueki slowly makes her way to the ring, a grin on her face as Jenn holds onto her back. Dokueki slides into the ring and bell sounds again. Jenn comes out of the corner and gets right into the face of Dokueki and just slaps her across the face before grinning. This though doesn't do anything for Jenn as Dokueki delivers a series of forearm shots before hitting Jenn with a piledriver and going for a cover, but Jenn manages to kick out at two. Dokueki keeps the pressure up as she picks Jenn up and goes for a German Suplex, but Jenn is able to land on her feet. Jenn hits Dokueki with a standing dropkick from behind that sends her out of the ring. Jenn hits the ropes and dives to the outside with a rope con hilo that takes Dokueki down to the floor. Jenn gets to her feet with the crowd kind of getting behind her.

She picks Dokueki up and slams her face first into the ring apron a few times before she rolls Dokueki back into the ring. As Jenn rolls back in, Kaede runs down to the ring and hops up onto the apron to distract the referee. This gives Dokueki the chance to deliver the Dragon's Breath and Jenn screams out in pain as she claws at her eyes. Dokueki then grabs Jenn and delivers Dragon's Last Breath and hooks the leg and gets the pin on Jenn.

Andrew Payne: And now Jenn has to be Kayako in order to get her match with Yuka.

Miranda Augustino: If Jenn can even continue and see. That girl got that green poison shit in her eyes.

As Jenn is attempting to have her eyes washed out, Kayako skips her way down to the ring. The ref checks on Jenn who pushes them away and uses the ropes to help her get to her feet. As she does, Kayako gets into the ring. The bell sounds and this third and final match is underway. Kayako comes out and extends a hand towards Jenn who just spits in her opponents face. She then delivers a hard slap across the face of Kayako who begins to pout a little bit as she folds her arms across her chest and stomps her foot. As Jenn walks over to her, Kayako gouges the eyes of Jenn before hitting her with a snap DDT. Kayako goes for a cover, but Jenn manages to get the shoulder up at two.

Kayako picks Jenn up and delivers a Northern Lights suplex before sitting Jenn up and hitting her with a Throwback before climbing up to the top rope. Kayako goes for It's Blossom Season, but Jenn rolls out of the way and Kayako rolls through it. Jenn gets to her feet and delivers a clothesline to Kayako before delivering a series of armdrags before hitting Kayako with a standing dropkick. Jenn, in one move hops to the top rope where she delivers a frog splash onto Kayako and going for a cover, only to get a two count. Jenn though once again climbs to the top rope and this time, she delivers the Curtain Call and hooks the leg and gets the win.

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner and winning a chance at the Luchacore Championship, Jenn Drew!

Andrew Payne: Jenn did it! She beat the odds and moves onto Invasion and Yuka.

Miranda Augustino: That girl has a lot of fight in her, that's for sure.

Jenn stumbles up to her feet as Yuka marches down to the ring and slides in, gets right into the face of Jenn, holding the Luchacore Championship high in the air as the camera fades out.

Result: 2 out of 3

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Super Tiger makes her way to the ring as “KARATE” by BABYMETAL plays over the arena’s speakers. She’s carrying a black bag as she climbs the stairs into the ring before making her way over to the tech to take a microphone. She moves back to the center of the ring, smiling and waving to everyone before she begins to speak.

Super Tiger: Good evening NFW Universe!

The crowd in attendance cheers for the cheap pop as Super Tiger giggles.

Super Tiger: As many of you know, I have been chosen to lead Team Trauma against Team Collision and their captain, the big monster known as Doomsday…

The crowd boos loudly, stomping their feet before a Super Tiger chant breaks out. Risa lets it go for a bit before bringing the mic back up to her mouth.

Super Tiger: I’m sure many of you have been dying to know WHO my five teammates will be going into Civil War. Well, that’s why I’m out here, right now, to reveal who will join me when we meet Collision in this very ring, and go on to win! Introducing first… one of the newest members to Trauma since the Draft… you know him as the Black Lion… I know him as my tag team partner as a member of Super Kawaii Thunder Liger Squadron… MINORU TANAHASHI!

"Roll Up" by The Struts hits the speakers, and Minoru Tanahashi appears on the stage, accompanied by the third member of SKTLS, Volta the capybara! The rodent honks loudly as Mino waves to the crowd before the two make their way to the ring. A ring tech helps Volta into the ring as Tanahashi climbs in, making his way over to Risa to give her a tight hug. She reaches into the bag, and takes out two bright blue baseball style jerseys. She hands one to Minoru before putting one on herself. They both bear the number 1 on the back, with their names across their shoulders. The front reads Team Trauma in white, with black pinstriping. Minoru says something to Risa which the microphone doesn’t pick up, but the luchadora nods and smiles. Volta honks loudly before Tiggy continues.

Super Tiger: Second… my cousin… KAIRI HIGURASHI!

"Fukai Mori" by Do As Infinity hits now, and Kairi steps onto the stage, waving to the fans in attendance before making her way down the ramp and into the ring. She too gives Risa a hug and kiss on the cheek before taking her Team Trauma jersey and putting it on.

Super Tiger: That’s three of us… three more to go. And you know what? I hope they don’t mind me introducing them together, but you all know them as the tag team “The Rock Hearts”! That’s right ladies and gentlemen, members four and five of Team Trauma are none other than my good friends GRIFFIN HAWKINS AND STACY LAWSON-JONES!

“Livin’ on a Prayer” blasts through the Collision center as the crowd gets even louder when Griff and Stacy walk out onto the stage, devil horns in the air. The fans mimic the gesture as the dynamic tag team makes their way down the ramp, climbing into the ring to both hug Tiger and receive their shirts.

Super Tiger: Now, for our final member…

Super Tiger’s mic goes dead, and she taps it with her hand. Her teammates look confused as she looks toward the tech, who shrugs, but it doesn’t take long to realize what’s happening when the lights suddenly go out. When they come back up, Team Collision is in the ring, face to face with Team Trauma. Super Tiger looks up at Doomsday, who puts his arms out to keep his team from breaking Brody’s no contact order. Risa walks directly up to the monster, standing inches away from him, her team right behind her as the little Asian puts her microphone back up to her mouth, testing it before continuing.

Super Tiger: I bet you’re wanting to know who the final member of Trauma is at NFW Invasion: Civil War, aren’t you?

Doomsday stands like a statue, but the fans begin a YES chant. Risa nods her head, waiting until the crowd goes silent again. She taps her chin, thinking for a moment before grinning.

Super Tiger: Well, I guess you’ll just have to wait and see at Invasion, because I think it would be better as a surprise!

Doomsday and Super Tiger lock eyes as the rest of their teams stare each other down before the camera fades out at the end of the show.

Main Event/Singles Match

Adrianna Salvatore v. Anaquin Adams ©

Main Event time with the United States Championship on the line! The singles rematch between the new and former champion. Cosmic and Destructive Entities colliding directly. Adrianna Salvatore entered the ring first as the challenger. As she posed on the apron, she lifted her head with a sadistic smile, aimed at the front row of the audience. Mainly, she seemed to be watching one person in particular and the camera shifted to show Collision’s Cass Baumer standing and leaning against the barricade with a hardened look of defiance. Baumer and Salvatore locked eyes, even as Salvatore slid backwards into the ring. Tensions were in the air as Adrianna awaited her opponent and Anaquin Adams made her entrance to a thunderous pop from the crowd. Once she appeared, she was all Salvatore focused on but it was the challenger that Baumer stayed locked on from her seat.

The bell rang and the competitors came out of their corners, paying due caution to each other. The electricity was high in the air as they circled up, looking for an opening to take advantage of. Adams tested the waters with kicks that Salvatore slithered back from. Salvatore made feigned rushes for the legs that Adams managed to sprawl and prevent but each scramble ended in a break from the two with neither really getting the advantage. Finally, the two lunged in and locked up, collar & elbow. Salvatore tried to push Adams back with her strength but the Universal Superstar braced her footing. Salvatore switched up her strategy by administering a wristlock. Adams tried to twist out of it but Salvatore twisted with her and administered an arm wringer, raining forearms down on her shoulder before whipping her into the corner. Salvatore charged in but Adams hit an up and over, rolling to the center of the ring and came charging in. Salvatore exploded out of the corner and caught Adams under the legs with her shoulder in her midsection and bulldozed her clear across the ring into the opposite corner. Salvatore drove her shoulder over and over into Adams’ stomach like a battering ram. She switched up to a barrage of forearms thrown to Adams’ jaw until the defending champion blocked the last one and BLASTED Salvatore back with one of her own. Hard enough to send the challenger stumbling back, holding her lip. As Salvatore turned back, Adams was already coming off of the middle turnbuckle with a diving European Uppercut and both women hit the mat hard.

This match escalated into an all out battle as both competitors began putting everything they had into it. Adrianna Salvatore was never one for unorthodox tactics in a match. She didn’t need to be when she was able to manhandle Anaquin Adams with high impact slams, taking her on a suplex journey that made Adams’ 175lbs look like less than half that much in her arms. Even for being the larger of the two, Adams was the aerialist of the bout, dropping Salvatore with springboard dropkicks and cross body blocks but Salvatore still showed her freakish strength as Adams sprang off the top rope and right into her arms for another crossbody that saw the challenger catch her, dip down before straightening her posture and twisting to slam her into the mat for a powerslam and a nearfall. Adams brought the fight back to her opponent as Salvatore went to go high risk to the top turnbuckle but the Universal Superstar hurried up to her feet and snapped her right off the top turnbuckle with an Avalanche Poisonrana! This was a nearfall for the champion before Salvatore kicked out and Adams began calling to Tectonic Shift. As she started cocking her fist, preparing for Salvatore to make it up to her feet, she spotted something in the crowd that demanded her attention, or rather someone. Adams leaned against the ropes as the cameras shifted over to the side of the crowd directly across from the side where Cass Baumer was sitting. It was Morgan Payne, however, standing in the front row and pretending to get amped up with the crowd. Once she saw Anaquin was watching her, she opened out her arms as if to say “whassup?!” Adams shook her head and pointed to the Silver Mountain Champion from the Collision brand, telling her to watch and see. However, as she turned to put her attention back on her opponent, stepping away from the ropes, a MOAB LAUNCH FROM SALVATORE knocked her right off her feet!!

The referee started warning Morgan Payne to not even think about crossing the barricade and trying anything but Adrianna Salvatore also stepped up and began jawjacking with the Collision champion. Payne grinned, beckoning her to come down if she wanted some. Salvatore told Payne just like Adams had - “just wait and watch.” She turned and pulled Adams up to her feet, setting up for the Ground Zero but Adams widened her stance, distributing her weight to make the snap lift Adrianna needed more difficult. Adams threw fists into Salvatore’s ribs to loosen her hold. Once she’d done so enough, she fired back with an uppercut to Salvatore’s jaw, then a knee to the ribs. Adams ran to the ropes, sprang off and went for a Tornado DDT but it was Adrianna setting her stance now as Anaquin was left, clinging onto her with her legs around her waist and an arm around the back of her neck. Adrianna taunted with a wag of her finger to the crowd. Nope! Not happening! What was happening though? Oh no! She fixed the setup again! Snapped Adams up! Into the air! GROUND ZERO!!! The impact caused Adams to hit the mat and roll across but Salvatore was right on her, pulling her into a cover! New Champion?! No! Adams snapped her arm out and grabbed onto the bottom rope at 2.9!! Salvatore shot up onto her knees with a terrifying sound between something like a shriek and a guttural roar. She moved to a far corner and took position, setting up for another MOAB Launch. Adrianna gripped the middle rope with one hand, motioning for Anaquin to get up to her feet. She was SCREAMING at her to “Get up! Get the fuck up!” in that same guttural, growling shriek. Anaquin had crawled to the far corner from it. The defending champion, on wobbly legs, stumbled backwards and turned. Here came Adrianna, sprinting full bore like a raging bull but Anaquin dove out of the way just as the challenger launched herself forward for the hit and WHAM!! Adrianna hit head and shoulder first into the ringpost!! She pulled herself back out and now it was her on unsteady footing as she staggered back. Anaquin cocked her fist, ready, waiting and BLASTED Adrianna with the Tectonic Shift!! A head snap, a wad of spit and a loose mouthguard went flying as Adrianna dropped to her knee. Anaquin wasted no time in climbing the turnbuckle and launched herself off. HELL’S HAMMER TAKES SALVATORE DOWN!!!! Adams crawls over her for the cover!! 1...2...3?! Yes!! Three!!! This match is over and The Universal Superstar retains!!

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner aaaand STILL the NFW United States Champion...The Universal Superstar, ANAQUIN...ADAMS!!

Andrew Payne: And there you have it, Miranda! Anaquin Adams, by her own standards, can finally consider herself the United States Champion! She has beaten the former champion one on one!

Miranda Augustino: Simón, carnal! Now she can carry that shit to Invasion and take the fight to your daughter! Fuck’s she doing here anyway?!

Andrew Payne: Oh, I don’t know, Mir. Don’t look at me. She’s a grown woman; she does her own thing. You know I’m standing on the line for Trauma next week too, so don’t even give me that.

Miranda Augustino: Nah, you right, you right, hombre. Hey best of luck to you, amigo! Kick some fuckin’ ass, eh?

Andrew Payne: Uh-oh, what’s going on here now?

Inside the ring, Adrianna Salvatore and Anaquin Adams were both pulling themselves up to their feet. They both made it up about the same time but Adrianna, holding the back of her head made it to Referee Yumi Akiyama and ripped the belt from her hands before turning to watch Anaquin Adams turn around to see her. The two stared each other down for a moment but before too long, Adrianna, nodding a bit, handed the title directly to Anaquin herself. Anaquin accepted it and returned the offer of a fist bump to her challenger.

Miranda Augustino: There you go, ladies! Squash that shit! Y’all on the same side next week!

Andrew Payne: The enemy of your enemy, as they say Mir!

From there, Anaquin and Adrianna both took notice to both visitors from Collision then before breaking off to stare down directly with their Invasion opponents. Anaquin Adams raised the U.S Title up to Morgan Payne and started talking. From her seat, Morgan Payne stood up, reaching down to the empty seat beside her to reveal she’d brought her Silver Mountain Championship as well. The two champs stood there, brandishing their belts and trading shade back and forth. Meanwhile, opposite them, Adrianna Salvatore leaned over the top rope, telling Cass Baumer not to get smug. That her loss tonight didn’t mean shit regarding what was going to happen at War Games. The two pairs of opponents continued as the show went off the air.

Result: Pinfall