Cora Jade showed up in TNA with a chip on her shoulder the size of a cinder block. Fresh off the NXT assembly line, she strolled into the place like she was here to foreclose on the building. First thing she did was run into Xia Brookside—some blonde with history and opinions—and brushed her off like a bad pickup line. Cora wasn’t there to make friends. She wanted Masha Slamovich, and anyone in her way was just clutter to be swept into the gutter.
There’s something about these young ones who think they’re bulletproof. They strut in with shiny gear, fake tans, and promo lines rehearsed in the mirror, forgetting the ring doesn’t give a shit how many likes you got on Instagram. But credit where it’s due—when the bell rang, Cora Jade didn’t flinch.
Her opponent was some poor soul named Hyan. You could see it in her eyes, the look of a woman who knew she was booked to get fed to the wolves. Jade worked her over like a bartender shaking down a drunk for tips. Dropkicks, knees, and that cocky little sneer, like she knew the whole match was just a formality.
Cora kept glancing toward the back, waiting for Masha to show her face. That’s what this was all about. Hyan was just the cigarette you smoke while waiting for the main act. The end came quick—a knee to the face, then a move she calls “Jaded” or something equally cute. 1-2-3, goodnight sweetheart.
But Cora wasn’t done. She kept swinging after the bell, because nothing says “I’m a star” like beating on a corpse. That’s when Zia Brookside came back out, all righteous fury and British accent, trying to play the hero. Bad move. Cora cracked her too, like slapping down an overdraft notice.
And then there she was—Masha Slamovich. The champ. The killer. The Russian bad dream. She didn’t say a word, just locked eyes with Cora like a woman calculating how long it’d take to tear her apart. Cora didn’t flinch, but you could tell—under all that bravado, she felt the chill crawling up her spine.
That’s the thing about wrestling. It’s easy to run your mouth, easier still to play tough when the cameras are rolling. But sooner or later, the real wolves come out, and that’s when you find out if you’re a fighter or just another Instagram stunt gone wrong.
Cora Jade walked into TNA trying to be the queen bitch of the knockouts division. She might pull it off. Or maybe, just maybe, Masha Slamovich is gonna send her back to NXT in a body bag. Either way, it’s gonna be fun to watch.
Welcome to TNA, kid. Hope you brought a mouthguard. You’re gonna need it.