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Crowd
NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!
The Cosplay King will slay the beast!
I’m a Super Bitch!
Let’s get Funky!
House Crowley will rise!
Hai Grrrl!
~sign flip~
Yuhhhh Grrrrl!
This is the age of Martial Law!
Ready Player 1!
NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW! NFW!
The Cosplay King will slay the beast!
I’m a Super Bitch!
Let’s get Funky!
House Crowley will rise!
Hai Grrrl!
~sign flip~
Yuhhhh Grrrrl!
This is the age of Martial Law!
Ready Player 1!
Andrew Payne: What’s going on everyone! Welcome to Saturday night Trauma! We are live here in Chicago, Illinois. 2,000 people here at the NFW Collision Center ready for episode 14!
Miranda Augustino: And guess who’s back, bitches! It’s your girl Miranda!
Andrew Payne: I’m happy to have you back here in the booth with me. I hope you’re feeling better.
Miranda Augustino: The ribs still hurt, but there ain’t no way I was missing another week of having the best damn seat in the house for the best wrestling on the planet!
Andrew Payne: Tonight is going to be amazing Miranda. We have an action packed show for you guys tonight.
Miranda Augustino: We always do, Andy. I’m so happy to be back where I should be, calling the action with you tonight.
Andrew Payne: As fun as having Morgan here last week was, nobody compares to you beside me at this desk.
Miranda Augustino: Careful or Kitten might start to get jealous of you!
Andrew Payne: You know what I mean, Mir.
Miranda Augustino: But enough chit chat from us, let’s get this show on the road folks!
Andrew Payne: Thea, take it away!
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Opening match
Mike Spazz vs Debby Haze
Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
#NO MORE MR. NICE GUY!!!
#ME? A NICE GUY?!
#YEAH RIGHT!!!
"No More Mr. Nice Guy" by Megadeth sounds over the P/A system as one Mike Spazz steps out wearing blue jeans, black and white high-top sneakers, a white T-shirt that says, "MY COCK IS HEAVY!" alongside with a smirking fat rooster, tape on his fists, pads on his knees and elbows, and a black beanie cap on his head. Long blond hair drapes across his features and despite a somewhat youthful appearance, one could see the unmistakable signs of aging with lines on his pale forehead and around those dark hazel colored eyes. He bobs his head to the beat and hoists up in the air a heavily taped Singapore cane!
Thea Crawford: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Joe Koss, from Jersey City, New Jersey, Mike Spazz!
Beside him is an older, bearded, long black-haired and heavyset gentleman wearing a long black coat, shorts, work boots, an Oiler's jersey, and flipped backwards cap on his head. He takes a few final hits off the blunt in his hands, then stomps it out on the stage. This guy is Mike's hetero life-mate and fellow co-commentator from SRW, Joe Koss! The two head to ringside with Mike playing it up the entire time, talking trash to fans while Joe just follows him, nodding to a few people here and there.
The two arrive at ringside and Joe just strolls around the ring outside while Mike climbs the steps, hops on the nearest turnpost, and holds that stick up in the air shouting, "SNOOTCH-TO-THE-BOOOOOTCH!!!" Then hopping into the ring and strolling around, twirling that cane the entire time, his head bobbing to his own music.
A disco ball lowers over the ring, as Born to Be Alive starts to play. While the globe shaped object starts to rotate, Debby Haze skates out onto the stage. Before making her way to the ring, Deb starts to roller disco.
Once the dance is over, debby puts on a display of skating prowess. Spinning, and playing to the crowd, as she inches her way to the ring.
Thea Crawford: And his opponent, from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, Debby Haze!
Once Debby reaches ringside, she removes her strap on skates, and pushes them under the ring. After a few more seconds with the fans, Deb rolls under the bottom rope, and into the ring.
Just before the match, Mike is talking with his manager, Joe Koss, huddled up. Every now and then Joe looks over at Debbie in her corner who just smiles and waves. The two then part and Mike turns around with a grin on his face, shouting, "LET'S GOOOOOO!!!"
*DING DING DING*
The two lock up and just as Mike starts to push her back, she slips free has him in a rear waist lock. Mikey tries to maneuver out of it, then promptly stops her foot and whips her over his shoulder into an armbar! "YEEEAAAHHH, TAP TO THE SPAZOMATIC!!!" Bridging her legs, she quickly flips, pulls her arm free and fires off a low roundhouse kick, which Mike simply flat backs on the canvas to avoid. He side rolls onto his knees, but is clearly slower as Debby hits a running low-orbit dropkick on Mike's back, sending him face first into the ropes! Mike pushes off them and onto his feet only to find himself taken by the arm, pulled in close for a quick dance number, then spins him out and pulls him right into THE DISCO TWIST! Mike hits the canvas hard and Debbie rolls across him for a two count pin!
The two are on their feet and Mike fakes a chop only to kick her hard in the shin and bring her down with a quick facebuster followed by a pin of his own that only goes one and a half! Back on their feet, Debbie lights him up with a hard chop that has Mike clutching at his chest with a grimace of pain. He spins around and walks into another and another! Only to finally seem to have enough and cracks her so hard with a blistering chest chop the crowd winces and WOOOOO's all at the same time! Mike then takes her by the arm and whips her into a corner! Rushing in with a shoulder ducked, she vaults onto the second rope then leaps up to roll over his back and land behind him. Mike turns and eats a spinning heel kick that drops him stunned to a seat in the corner. Debbie dances and hits DO THE HUSTLE, kicking Mike square in the face!
Debbie pulls him up from the corner and into a cravate, then runs up the corner only for Mike to turn with her and toss her off before she could deliver the Purple Haze! Debbie gets to her feet, rushes in and springboards off the rope towards Mike in the corner, who ducks, but she saves herself by landing on the top turnbuckle and flipping around, only to catch Mike as he leaps onto the top rope with her, hops up and sends her flailing to the canvas with THE SPAZTASTIC STEINER!!!!
She lands head first on the canvas and rolls around, cradling her head as Mike now is back on the top rope, motioning for the crowd with his arms and then he dives off with THE "CLASSY" ELBOW DROP, hooking Debbie's leg for the pin, but only getting a two and a half count as she rolls the shoulder! Outside the ring, Joe Koss cheers on his charge, shouting, "COME ON SPAZZ-O! YOU'RE ALMOST HOME!"
Mike gets up and pulls Debbie into a front face lock, motioning for his finisher with a swirling finger over his head. Just as he's about to deliver it though, she spins out, catches Mike in the Cravate, hops onto the nearby ropes and brings him down with THE ACID DROP!!!! The crowd erupts as she rolls across him for the 1-2-3!!!!
*DING DING DING!*
Thea Crawford: HERE'S YOUR WINNER, DISCO DIVA DEBBIE HHHHHAAAAZZZZEEEE!!!
She hops to her feet with an ecstatic cheer of choice as her music hit's the P/A system, bouncing around the ring and pumping her fist. Mike Spazz rolls out of the ring, a bit dazed and disoriented, not quite aware of where he is. Joe helps him to the back as Debbie does a little disco dance of triumph!
Andrew Payne: And Debby Haze continues to be on a roll here in Trauma. She’s been really impressive lately.
Miranda Augustino: Poor Spazzy though. He gave it his all tonight, but being out of the ring for so long probably doesn’t do him any favors.
Winner: Debby Haze
Result: Pinfall
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Shortly before the Kirk v Blackman bout, Trauma cuts to a backstage scene where Arley Kirk is pacing the hallway. Arley seems to be brimming with energy as she shadow boxes and throws kicks at the air. Arley has opted for the pink and black spandex gear tonight and it flexes as AK throws a jumping roundhouse and then runs up the wall, back flipping and landing on her feet.
Andrew Payne (from the desk): It looks like Mai Blackman could possibly have her hands full tonight! I think AK has got into the coffee!
Arley pauses for a second, her back facing the camera. She gives the lens a mischievous wink before she cartwheels toward the camera and she comes alarmingly close to knocking the whole set up down. Arley grins semi evilly and then peers into the camera lens as though it may be a peep hole.
Andrew Payne: Geezus!!
Arley Kirk: Hahahahaha!! YUH, Chicago!
Andrew Payne: Arley's nuttier than usual tonight! I like it!
Arley Kirk: So, the time for fun and games are over, y'all. I gots something serious to say.
Arley leans against the wall, turning her head to still make eye contact with the camera.
Arley Kirk: Yo there's something that Mai Blackman blurted out earlier this week, and it's been playing over in my head ever since.
Arley moves away from the wall and puffs out her chest, putting on a faux tough girl front as she does a fair imitation of Mai's nuances and voice.
Arley Kirk: "I'm ready for you, coyote bitch!"
AK's features relax and then her face contorts into a grin as though she's trying not to laugh.
Arley Kirk: Hah! Then tell me, bounty bitch..
Arley tilts her head slightly as she places her thumb and forefinger over her chin thoughtfully, giving a somewhat overstated air of perplexity.
Arley Kirk: Why is it that at pretty much every turn, I've come atcha, and you had no fakkin' clue about it?
Arley throws out her open palms, shrugging as her eyebrows furrowed into confusion.
Arley Kirk: Yet in your case, I always know your nosey ass is sniffin' about. I can always determine when your great big lumberin' ass is comin' at me. I sees you, Blackman!
Arley points as she stares the camera down. Arley's eyes narrow and the corner of her mouth twists into a snarl for a second.
Arley Kirk: You don't do so good against opponents who move a lot faster than you do, and tonight, you're shiz outta luck, grrrl!
Arley gives the lens, and by extention Mai, a wink and a cocky smirk.
Arley Kirk: You're like, supercharged shiz outta luck!
Arley chuckled for a second before her face darkened. She let out a sigh as she once more leaned against that wall and stared that camera down.
Arley Kirk: It's all gonna stop soon, Blackman. The fakkin' jig is up. It sure as heck AIN'T all in a name, yanno! You and Krieger and Janet go around preachin' that you are the law here on Trauma, huh? Martial Law, nyuck nyuck, NO!
Arley grimaced, saying the next words through her teeth.
Arley Kirk: Let's fakkin' get out there and do it, Blackman, ya sloppy beast! Starting TONIGHT, that's IT! It's done! I'm going to prove to you and to the world that NO, you guys ain't no governing body of any fakkin' kind around here! Also that try as y'all might..and Jushin do y'all try..
Arley rolls her eyes and lets out an anguished sigh, and then she relaxes and leans against the wall once again.
Arley Kirk: Martial Law? Y'all ain't got an answer for, and nor can ya hold a candle to the likes of Kawaii Trash Pandas Go!!
Arley throws the camera her trademark taunt as she turns and starts to make her way down the hall towards the curtain.
Andrew Payne: BLACKMAN/KIRK and its coming up NEXT!
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Singles Match
Arley Kirk vs Mai Blackman
Thea Crawford: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!
"Milkshake" hits the system and there is a loud POP as Arley Kirk appears atop the Tron, black fuzzy LED angel wings on her back. Arley rips open a juice box and skolls it before slamming the empty carton on her forehead several times and getting another POP as she slides down to the ramp and makes her way down it, stopping for quick hugs and high fives and photos.
Thea Crawford: "Introducing first, From Lake Fenton, MI. Weighing in at one hundred and ten pounds, she is one half of Kawaii Trash Pandas GO...this is "The suicide blonde", Arley Kirk!"
Arley opens a juice box at ringside and gets a good laugh as a small child opens his mouth and she pours Apple juice into it and also gets a warm reaction from giving her angel wings to a girl around the same age. Arley finally jumps up onto the apron and launches over the top rope before she gets one final POP by running and leaping to the top rope, showing off her superb balance as she stands dead center and motions for the fans to get louder. Arley Kirk backflips down to the ring and strikes a determined fighting pose as her music fades..
As the opening siren note sounds throughout the arena, all focus goes to the entryway as a pre-recorded man’s voice comes through the speaker. As he speaks and the guitar starts to slowly kick in, the silhouette of an imposing woman comes stepping towards the camera.
Let's face it.
The threat of warfare is the greatest danger our nation has ever known.
A creation right out of science fiction.
Scientific experiments on people.
When pieced together, these will give some of the answers,
And some of the information we will need to survive in a nuclear incident.
As the speech draws to a close, the silhouette steps into the light to reveal Mai Blackman in her street clothes with a pair of sunglasses over her eyes. She reaches up with one hand, pulling her shades off and the guitar riff picks up with the song truly beginning to get underway. The video wall comes to life with quick clips of Mai Blackman in her old youtube series focusing on her former career as a bounty hunter. Through home video and go-pro cams, we see her aggressively dealing with individuals; mostly focusing on her encounters with bounties who decided to get aggressive. Mai is seen subduing them with a particularly brutal martial art. This highlight reel is intercut with the name BLACKMAN being plastered across the video wall to resemble cold steel. Meanwhile, the entryway fills with smoke as the lights begin to flicker and the Janet Jacobs steps out in one of her finest evening gowns to a vicious assault of boos and jeers. Janet just shakes her head and smiles at the hate before turning to the curtain and extends her arms in front of her, presenting something or someone. As the lyrics to the song begin, Mai Blackman finally makes her physical appearance, dressed in her tights, sports top and boots with kick pads. A towel is hung over her neck and her black hair is tied back into a tight short ponytail. The look on her face is enough to kill.
Like a moth to the flames, so bright
Severing in till my eyes go blind
So systematic, you take control
Am I the antic becoming your fall?
Another wave of boos erupts from the crowd as Mai looks up to take in her surroundings. A smug smirk, dripping with arrogance slips through her scowl as she starts to loosen up; bouncing on her toes, shaking her arms down at her side and throwing a few loose air punches at the ground.
I'm sending the signal
Releasing the symbol into your mind
Into your mind!
This is the answer
Cure for the cancer I've kept inside
I've kept inside!
Thea Crawford: And her opponent, she is representing Martial Law, from Chicago, Illioinois, and being accompanied to the ring by Janet Jacobs, Mai Blackman!
Mai makes her way to the center of the stage where Janet stands, hands on her hips, standing confidently with that wicked yet alluring smirk on her lips. As Mai reaches her side, she turns to her client and says something, most likely a final review of strategy to which Mai nods confidently. She then brings attention to the ring where Mai’s opponent awaits and nods in that direction, continuing to talk. She points to Mai, clearly telling her she’s got this and to go do what she does best. Mai looks down the ramp with a predatory grin on her face like a hunter prepared to go for the kill. She nods back to Janet and sticks her fist out to which the manager bumps it back with her own, top, bottom, then knuckles. Mai finally steps onto the ramp and approaches the ring, motioning with her hands that she’s right there and ready. She yells “Let’s do this shit!” as she begins descending the ramp.
I'm coming back to LIFE!
And breaking through this TIME!
I'm taking back what's MINE!
Awakening in you
Janet accompanies Mai down the aisle, practically right on her heels. Mai Blackman moves with a sense of purpose down the ramp towards the ring; head tilted down, eyes on the ring with that murderous scowl on her face again. As she reaches ringside, she pauses to bounce side to side on her toes again before rounding the corner to the ring. She runs up onto the apron, turning to defiantly face the booing crowd as she opens out her arms with that arrogant smirk again. She loves the hate they’re throwing at her. It fuels her. It feeds her aggression and her sense of focus. Janet Jacobs moves up the steps and enters the ring under the middle rope while Mai turns and steps in over it on her side. Mai immediately goes into a rope run across the mat as Janet nods in approval at seeing her client fired up, focused, ready for battle.. Mai finally rolls forward on the mat and comes up onto one knee with her fists up in a fighter’s pose before hopping up to her feet and moving to her corner. Janet joins her and reveals a little case where she produces a black mouthguard that she administers to Mai. Janet and Mai exchange a high five before Janet takes Mai’s towel from her and sets it down in her corner. She puts her hands on the amped up woman’s shoulders from behind and leans up to her ear, whispering more as both of them watch Mai’s opponent. Mai nods and bares her guarded teeth in a vicious sneer as she throws a few low air punches and bounces on her feet, waiting for the bell.
~DING DING DING~
The bell rings and Blackman roars, charging across the ring and throwing a lariat at Arley, but Kirk matrix dodges the attempt, rising back up and sprinting to the other side of the ring, leaping and springboarding off the middle rope back at Blackman and throwing a missile dropkick straight into Mai’s chest. Mai stumbles, dropping to one knee. Arley continues to press her advantage, not letting Blackman get to her feet, robbing the woman of any attempt to gain momentum. Which worked, right up to the time Mai caught Arley after the smaller woman made an attempt at a headscissors whip, blocking the throw. Kirk struggled on Blackman’s shoulders before Mai brought her down with a vicious powerbomb.
Blackman begins to work her game, grinding down Kirk with vicious power moves, working her MMA based offense with deadly efficiency. At one point, after multiple suplexes, Mai has Arley in the middle of the ring, a devastating armbar locked in. Kirk is screaming out in pain, dragging her and her opponent with surprising strength to the ropes, throwing out a foot to break the hold. Mai holds it until the count of four before letting go, sneering at the referee as Arley rises, clutching her shoulder. Mai comes back in, looking to clutch up with Arley for more of her brutal Muay Thai offense, but Arley slipped through as Blackman reached out. Mai turned only to get a faceful of boot as Kirk snapped off a crisp Pele Kick, stunning her opponent. Blackman dropped to a knee, the crowd screaming for the Angel Faced Assassin.
Arley gets out to the apron, but Mai gets to her feet, following her over. Blackman swings, but Kirk ducks the attack, throwing a high kick with the help of the ropes. Mai doesn’t back off, but neither does Kirk, each of the larger woman’s strikes stopped by a quicker strike of Arley’s until another kick to the head causes Blackman to stumble. Arley took advantage, leaping up and springboarding off the top rope, catching Mai with an insane 720 Tornado DDT! Kirk rolls off of Mai, immediately sprinting over to the turnbuckle and climbing to the top.
Arley Kirk: YUH GURRRRL!!!
The Suicide Blonde leaps, flipping forward to execute her SUICYCLONE 630 Senton! She rolls up to her feet with the momentum, pulling Mai to her feet. She looks around the crowd, nodding her head. Mai throws a hard clothesline, wildly, and Arley cartwheels through, dodging Blackman only to catch her in a headlock…. AK-95! Arley scrambles in, hooking a leg and rolling Mai up for the three count!
~DING DING DING~
Thea Crawford: And here is your winner, Arley Kirk!
Andrew Payne: That’s one nothing Trash Pandas for tonight so far against Martial Law.
Miranda Augustino: I’m sure RISA vs Johanna is gonna be a hell of a match too, but congrats to Arley tonight!
Winners: Arley Kirk
Result: Pinfall
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We go to the back where Griffin Hawkins is in the parking lot of the arena on his motorcycle..seemingly waiting on someone. Mike Spazz is seen entering from the back, coming up to him.
Spazz: The fuck you doin' here in the garage alone?
Griffin: Just waiting..
Spazz: What, for Pizza? I could go for some fuckin' pizza and a blunt right now.
Griffin: Nah, I'm waiting on a certain bitch who screwed me out of the chance to become Champion..and when she gets here..*he gets out what looks to be a lead pipe* I'm gonna test her gag reflex when I shove this down her throat.
Mike quirks the brow over his bruised eye.
Spazz: Since when you let motherfuckers dictate your time & what you do with it? Don't you cost big money just for 5 minutes dawg?
Griffin: This ain't about money bro, this is about revenge. I had Emelie beat. I was ready to hit the superkick and pin her and become Champion for a 7th time in my career..but she comes along and sticks her nose where it doesn't belong and costs me the title....that's bullshit.
Spazz: Yeah? So what. Bitch didn't look you in the eye when she wracked your balls at the pool table. You still won. Means you get a second shot! Why is this one shit sandwich flavored bitch dictating your time to you?
Griffin: If I don't do something now..I'm never gonna get a fair shot at the gold. She already made it clear that she's out to end my career and make sure I don't get anywhere near the title..so I'm gonna take her ass out before she does the same to me.
Spazz: In a parking lot, while the cameras ain't rollin, nobody's getting paid and she can just say yous mugged her ass in an unsanctioned fight. When yous handed me that card, I figured you'd have the sense to at least do it on TV in the ring. Maybe run up and kick her straight in the gooch like she did to you.
Mike shifts the bag on his shoulder a bit.
Spazz: I know you're a dumb motherfucker some days, but give yourself a little fucking credit. This bitch is playing you dawg. You need to get her bitch ass in the ring and kick her teeth in so far they shoot out her ass like bullets.
Griffin: ....Now I know shit's getting crazy...you're actually making more sense than I am right now.
Spazz: I talk a lotta shit but I did graduate college you know. Stop discounting motherfuckers before you get your value discounted by intelligence!
Griffin: Alright alright!...You do bring up a good point. I could easily wait for her to arrive and be all over her like fat kid on a cupcake...but that'd make me no better than her. So I'm gonna wait for her to say her piece in that ring, and when that's over, I'm gonna make her ass look like Carrie on Prom Night.
Mike scratches his chin, suddenly looking up in thought for a moment, only to dismiss the thought.
Spazz: Nah, wouldn't be able to get that much Pigs blood fast enough...
Griffin: Good point..I'll just settle on beating her to a bloody pulp...
He gets up and goes to head inside...but then stops and looks to him.
Griffin: Just one thing..since when did you become the voice of reason all of a sudden? You don't know where you are most of the time..and now you're out here dropping truth like you're Yoda or some shit...
The SpazTastic One shoots him a smirk.
Spazz: I ain't about to give up my secrets, yo. If people knew that answer, they'd figure my punk ass out and then the one thing I got over 'em all won't mean shit.
He taps his temple then snickers.
Spazz: Snootchie Bootchies! AH-A-A-A-A-AAAH!!!
And from there, the bruised and battered Mike Spazz saunters off. Griffin just stands there looking confused.
Griffin: ...I am never gonna understand that guy....
Griffin heads inside as we head back to the ring.
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The scene comes up on the ringside area where the audience buzzes with anticipation. The opening chords of "I Like It Heavy" start on the speakers and is acompanied by a chorus of boos from the audience.
“Some like beautiful, perfect and pretty
I see the good in the bad and the ugly
I need the volume one louder than ten
I put the pedal to the metal, needle into the red
If the windows ain't shaking making my heart race
If I can't feel it in my chest I'm in the wrong damn place!”
Sela appears on stage smiling and walking with closed eyes, her sadistic smirk, her whimsical sway and a mic in hand down the ramp. Her eyes open about midway down the ramp and she bursts out into a cackle that doubles her over. She looks up at the audience still smiling.
“I got a demon in my soul and a voice in my head
It's saying go, go, go! I can sleep when I'm dead
There's a sonic revelation bringing me to my knees
And there's a man down below who needs my sympathy
I got a ringing in my ears getting ready to burst
Screaming ‘hallelujah, motherfucker, take me to church’”
Sela continues to roll on the ground giggling a moment before coming back to her knees and tossing her hair back before she charges and slides into the ring. She licks her lips still laying on the mat before she rolls around the ring a little with a smile on her face. On her back finally she takes in a few breaths and her music fades. The jeers from the audience just make her laugh more before she finally brings the mic to her mouth.
Sela: Why?
Sela doesn't bother to answer or continue. She rolls onto her stomach as the crowd starts giving her a "You suck" chant. Sela giggles more and sways, kicking her legs lightly before she rolls her eyes and comes to her knees. There's another very pregnant pause as she brings the mic to her mouth, draping her hair over her face.
Sela: Why?
Sela giggles again into the mic and flips her hair back again. She slowly rises to her feet and falls to the ropes with another bout of laughter. The audience is booing their absolute loudest, but Sela's cackles rise above the lower capacity crowd. She brings the mic to her mouth, but says nothing, instead turning her face to the tron.
From last week, Emelie glares at her, but Sela just smiles and cackles at her. Emelie throws some harsh words at her, but Sela just continues to smirk and sway in the ring. Emelie runs in, but she gets caught into Just For Fun. The ref and the announcers are in shock over what just happened. Sela simply stares at Emelie's prone form before falling to her knees. A motion across her own waist first, then a kiss to the back of Emelie's head are Sela's actions before she slides out of the ring. In the ring with Sela now, she still hangs on the ropes laughing, bringing the mic to her mouth.
Sela: Why?
The mic doesn't leave her mouth this time as the audience keeps the jeers going. Her giggling and cackling continue over the mic as Sela paces the ring once before stopping very suddenly in the middle of the ring. In a snap, her smile is gone and she has a very intense, almost psychotic look on her face as she glares into the camera.
Sela: BECAUSE I WANT TO PLAY FOR A NEW PRIZE!
Sela drops the mic and storms out of the ring with her music starting up again. Even the audience is left near speechless as she walks back up the ramp in an almost fury, no smiles or continuing giggles even as she disappears behind the curtain as the scene fades out.
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Amy: Ah, Graham! I was just looking for you. Mind if I take a moment of your time for a quick interview?
Baker chuckles, and nods.
Baker: Sure, Amy. I’m an open book for ya.
Amy: I was surprised to hear you’d come all the way out here tonight despite not being booked for a match, was there a specific reason or did you just want to catch the lay of the land leading into next week, where you may have your debut for the company?
Baker: Honestly? I took a trek out because, obviously, I’ve seen a lot of people in this company performing all around the world, but I’ve never seen them go quite as hard as they do at NFW. I’ve been looking through some old footage, trying to get some light scouting done on, well, anyone who I might share the ring with, and I figured since I had nothing else going on during this fine Saturday, I might as well come see ‘em in person.
Amy: It’s quite a ride just to follow-up with things you’ve already seen on tape, but I don’t doubt a ring veteran like yourself does things like this without reason. How often do you scout your opponents, potential or otherwise, in person?
Baker: Oh, man. Often. If I’ve got a free day, I’ll make a time out of it and fly out to see what’s going down. I’m still a wrestling fan at heart, of course-if I wasn’t, I wouldn’t be here in this very moment. Part of the time, I’m not even interested in scouting, I’m just interested in getting lost in the match, y’know? I love to see people giving their all, and imagining what they’re gonna do if they come head to head with me.
Baker rolls his shoulders as Amy nods, and continues.
Amy: Just one more question for you before I let you go-obviously, this is your introduction to the NFW faithful-do you have any comments on your first potential opponent or anything to say to the NFW crowd and locker room before you head out?
Baker scratches his chin, and looks back to Amy.
Baker: Hell, I’ll run with both. I don’t have a first opponent in mind, I’ve called a few people out who I haven’t mixed it up with yet, but I’d love to, although I understand I’m fairly low on the totem pole right now. I’ll take on anybody that Santiago or Brody want to throw at me. Current champions, former champions, tag teams, the whole fuckin’ lot of ‘em. I’ve come in like a bat out of hell, and I want to keep that momentum going. The best way to do that, Amy? To throw fists at any motherfucker, good or bad, who gets in the ring with me. As for anything to say to the locker room and the crowd-if you’ve seen me already, you know what I’m capable of. I didn’t decorate myself in hardware being a pushover, I didn’t fall short in gaining all of my accolades-I’m coming for the fuckin’ throat of NFW, and anyone in it. I’m leaving a mark.
Amy stands by as Baker finishes, before nodding.
Amy: Well, Graham, thank you for your time. I hope to see you here next week, and I hope you’re as successful as you feel you’ll be!
Baker: Of course, Amy. Anytime.
Amy gives a nod as she heads off, and we see Baker return to watching the monitor intently, waiting for our next match to begin...
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Tag Team Match
The SBS vs Amelia Hogan and Noah Leota
Thea Crawford: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!
The arena darkens with the music starting at the same instant. At the 0:18 mark, the multicolored light effect seen in each girl's solo entrance kicks in and lights up the stage as Kaede Tanabe comes strutting out in one of her finest designer dresses. Shortly after, at 0:24, Kayako Kazama comes running through the curtain, all smiles, pumping her fist in the air.
Next comes Masami Nishikiyama, through the curtain wearing her tracksuit.
Next, Yuka Hirata emerges coolly, rolling her neck before coming to the center of stage, kneeling and performing a quick Wai Kru before slamming her fists on the stage and popping up and giving a yell.
Together, the four turn and stick their hands in a circle and perform their team chant. At 0:49 into the song, the three girls turn, Yuka leading the way and Masami following behind while Kayako brings up the rear, 'skipping' along with her hands behind her back.
Thea Crawford: "Making their way to the ring! Accompanied by Kaede Tanabe and Masami Nishikiyama! From Japan! KAYAKO - KAZAMA...and YUUUKA HIIIRATA!!!! THEY! ARE! THE SUUUUUPER BITCH SQUUUAAAAAAAD!!!!"
One by one, as they reach the ring, they enter it as seen in each of their solo entrances: Yuka picks up into a jog and slides in sideways under the bottom rope. Masami rushes up the steps and enters normally. Kayako skips along to the right side of the ring, 'slipping' as she climbs up on the apron. She gives an adorable 'oops' look at the crowd before daintily entering under the middle rope.
Once all three of them are in the ring, they meet in the middle for a pose. Masami stands tall, flexing up her arms. After performing another brief Wai Kru, Yuka scowls ahead of her with her fists raised under her chin. Kayako, meanwhile, leans back against Masami like a human wall and brings up one hand in a 'peace sign' with an adorable yet devious little smile.
Thea Crawford: Their opponents….
Amelia's entrance theme starts playing as Amelia rushes through the crowd slapping every hand she can get ahold of. She jumps over the barricade and into the ring. She waves to all the people in the crowd as she gets ready for her impending match.
Thea Crawford: First...weighing in at 115 pounds! From Wales, in the United Kingdom! The Queen of Positivity! AMELIA...HOGAN!!!
The main lights go dark as Red and Blue spotlights swirl around the ringside area. They all come together on the stage as Noah Leota emerges. He raises his right arm high into the sky, then quickly drops it and begins walking down the ramp confidently. Noah scales up the turnbuckle and raises his arm once more. This time dropping it then hopping into the ring from the turnbuckle. Once in the ring he goes down to one knee and stares out into the crowd with a confident smirk etched across his face.
Thea Crawford: And her tag team partner! Weighing in at 202 pounds from Honolulu, Hawaii! The New Spetacular One, NOAH...LEOTA!!!!!!
~DING DING DING~
Amelia Hogan starts out for her team and, as a surprising change of pace, Yuka Hirata starts out for SBS rather than have Kayako start with her attempt at the sneaky handshake. Instead, Hogan and Hirata circle around the center of the ring and start coming in for a lockup. As they both reach, however, Yuka suddenly feints and just kicks Hogan in the midsection. The crowd boos Yuka as she starts cheaply laying into Hogan with stiff forearms but as she goes to Irish Whip her, Amelia reverses and sends Yuka into the corner, coming in right after with a running hip attack into the corner, followed by a chain DDT and a quick cover attempt. Amelia maintains the advantage for the opening moments of the match before tagging in Noah and the Clip Gawd comes in ready to take over! He attempts to make quick work of the spirited 19 year old SBS member with use of his suplexes and stiff kicks but as he goes for his own cover attempt, Kayako Kazama comes rushing in to break it up with a kick to the back. Before the referee can order her out of the ring, the purple clad lolita of SBS runs shrieking across the ring and hits a flying knee to Amelia Hogan. The Queen of Positivity goes flying off the apron, SLAMMING into the security barricade, visibly smashing her knee into it.
Kayako is finally coaxed out of the ring and as Noah Leota takes notice of his partner going down, Yuka Hirata takes advantage of the distraction and hits a dropkick to Leota, sending him hard into his own corner. She follows up with a springboard Hurricanrana, taking him down to the mat for a cover but when he kicks out, she tags in Kayako, getting her into the match legally. Kayako comes right in with stiff kicks and forearms, focusing on her speed and precision to do her best against the bigger, stronger opponent. He eventually overpowers her and starts layin into her himself, however, until after a moment, here’s Kaede Tanabe with her distractionary techniques, coming over to talk some trash to the man and get his attention. It gives Kayako enough time to get back to her feet and as the referee warns Kaede to stop trying to cause issues, Kayako drops down to a knee and NAILS Noah with a low blow! The ref doesn’t see it, but Amelia Hogan does as she pulls herself back up onto the apron. Rather than drop immediately, Noah manages to stumble towards his corner. He’s just trying to put some distance between himself and his sneaky opponent but seeing him hurt, Amelia tags herself back in. She gets back into the ring, stepping gingerly on her leg she smashed into the guard rail. She holds her own against Kayako with a couple Spinning Back Fists and an Inverted DDT. She even lands a couple of kicks, albeit using her hurt leg to do so. It shows as she shakes it out after each kick but finally, Amelia goes for a big roundhouse and Kayako catches her foot to deliver an Inverted Dragonscrew Legwhip!
Amelia hits the mat, grabbing her knee and crying out in pain as Kayako runs over to tag Yuka before posting up in the corner. Yuka positions herself across the ring and the two watch Amelia like a couple of wolves on a wounded animal as she valiantly tries to get to her feet. Once Amelia’s up on one knee, Yuka and Kayako come charging in from both sides to hit the KY CONNECTION!!!!! Yuka makes the cover and Kayako runs over to kick Noah’s hand as he tries to climb in to save his partner. The referee makes the count. 1! 2! 3!
~DING DING DING~
Thea Crawford: Here are your winners, representing the SBS! Kayako Kazama and Yuka Hirata!!!!
Andrew Payne: That was some shady wrestling if I ever saw it!
Miranda Augustino: Maybe so but in this case, the dirty bird gets the worm, Andy!
Andrew Payne: That’s not now the saying goes, Mir….
Winners: The SBS
Result: Pinfall
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Singles Match
Johanna Krieger vs RISA
Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!
"Cut Throat" by Kittie blasts over the PA system as Johanna Krieger steps out onto the stage, she holds a fist in the air as a spotlight shnes from above and the house lights slowly come up as she drops her fist.
Thea Crawford: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Janet Jacobs, she is representing Martial Law, from Nuremberg, Bavaria, Germany, Johanna Krieger!
She makes her way down to the ring almost at a marching pace ignoring the fans as she gets to the bottom and stomps up the steps before leaning back on the top rope, she hooks her leg around the middle rope resting it on the bottom one before pushing up and into the ring.
The lights in the arena dim to near darkness as "Eye of the Tiger (Nightcore Version)" begins to pump through the speakers, the upbeat music getting the crowd to their feet with a huge pop.
Thea Crawford: "Making her way to the ring..."
☆RISA☆ steps through the curtain and into the spotlight on the stage, wearing one of her Super Tiger masks and a long black PVC trench coat, a determined look on her face broken only by the grin she wears due to the audiences reaction.
Thea Crawford: "From Lake Fenton, Michigan..."
☆RISA☆ makes her way down the ramp now, stopping in front of a small boy or girl before taking the mask off her face and placing it on the child's head and taking a picture with them.
Thea Crawford: "She is The Super Tiger, and one half of Kawaii Trash Pandas GO!..."
☆RISA☆ dives into the ring under the bottom rope, spinning in a circle as fans lob orange and black streamers up into the ring from the first row. The young girl is laughing as she twirls, hopping up and down with the music.
Thea Crawford: "☆RISA☆!!!!"
The girl leaps up onto the second turnbuckle, a grin still on her face as she looks out across the audience, nodding her head with the music. She turns and drops down, making her way to the center of the ring and facing the hard cam, holding up both fists toward the camera and shouting "HAI GRRRRL!" along with the fans in attendance.
Krieger doesn't even wait for the bell, lunging at Risa with a hard clothesline, yet Risa sidesteps and smacks her hand away before a wild showdown ensues.
~DING DING DING~
Miranda Augustino: It's not a well guarded secret that there ain't no love lost between Kawaii Trash Pandas GO and Martial Law, we got a classic example right here! Look at this wild brawl!
Neither woman seems to be getting the upper hand until Joanna Krieger manages to catch a right hand from Risa, twist her arm around and reel her in for a snapmare before she hits the ropes.
Miranda Augustino: Here's that running kick to the ch..wow look at this!
Timing it perfectly, Risa managed to take Krieger down with a drop toe hold and then rolled through, attempting her Tigertamer, yet Krieger was luckily able to kick her way free.
Andrew Payne: Krieger and Saito back to their feet now, lock up in the center.
Risa sweeps under and tries with the sneaky arm drag, yet Krieger maintains her balance, hauls her back up and drills Risa with a hiptoss neckbreaker!
Andrew Payne: Oof! Cover by Krieger and a kick out right on two. Krieger with an angry flurry of forearms, hauling Risa back to her feet!
Miranda Augustino: Krieger with the hammerlock!
Joanna Krieger moves in to switch it up and catch Risa with the arm breaker, yet Risa manages to sweep under and take Krieger over with a quick modified monkey flip. This seems to anger Krieger as she leaps back to her feet, lets out a roar and lunges at Risa as she gets back to a knee..
Andrew Payne: SKOLD OF MAK-
Miranda Augustino: Normally I would ask just how the hell she avoided that, but it's Risa Saito!!
Krieger almost trips up as Risa backrolls at just the right second..
Andrew Payne: There and back again! The feint kick connects!
ONE
TWO
Krieger kicks out right after the two count. Risa quickly drops the leg and tries again!
ONE
T..
Joanna Krieger angrily gets the shoulder up. Risa takes an arm and tries to haul Joanna to her feet, but she is met with a concentrated and brutal flurry of knees to the midsection and clubbing blows to the top of her dome.
Andrew Payne: Knife edge chop by Krieger! Huge european uppercut!
Risa pivots with the force of the european uppercut, and Joanna takes her down with a running bulldog.
Andrew Payne: Cover by Krieger, and Risa gets the shoulder up right on two!
Joanna gets to her knees, briefly looking down at Risa as an evil looking smirk crosses her face.
Miranda Augustino: Joanna Krieger gets Risa back up to her feet. Irish whip into the corner. Oh! And she follows up with that high knee!
Krieger holds onto the arm and goes to whip Risa into the opposing corner, yet Risa stuns her with a back elbow before running up the turnbuckles and landing on her feet behind her!
Andrew Payne: STARLIGHT EXPRESS! Krieger hits hard!
Risa arches into the bridge.
ONE
TWO
THREE!!
*DING~DING~DING!!*
Thea Crawford: Here is your winner! RIIIIIIIISAAAAAA!!!
Andrew Payne: Risa picks up the victory!
Miranda Augustino: Way to go, chica!
Winner: RISA
Result: Pinfall
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The scene comes up with Amy Connors standing by backstage.
Amy: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Ms. Wildcard, the Geekette Extraordinaire, Cali-Kate.
Cali-Kate walks on screen with her briefcase in hand.
Amy: Kate, tonight you will take on newcomer Trenton Page, a man you have some slight history with.
Cali-Kate: History is a matter of perspective. He's a friend of friends. Not exactly meaning we were ever hanging out together. Still, I watched him sometimes and he's an overall pretty damn cool guy.
Amy: And what are your thoughts going into a match like this tonight?
Kate presses her lips and takes a slight sniffle in before nodding.
Cali-Kate: My thoughts are exactly what anyone would expect.
Kate raises the briefcase.
Cali-Kate: I'm Ms. Wildcard. I've got my future set ahead of me. I know that eventually I'll be going after a title. But, as usual I'm keeping one eye on the road ahead and one for all the mobs and spawns that come across my path. And now I have an elite spawn in the form of Trenton Page. What's the difference between this and others? Trenton is the whole difference. I mean after all elite spawns are elite for a fucking reason. They're better than just some average trash that you can one hit without even realizing they were there. So of course I'm watching for every opportunity to grind another fucking level as I work my way to the top.
Kate smiles as she lowers the briefcase.
Cali-Kate: More than that though, I don't walk away from a challenge. Period. It comes up and I'm gonna fucking charge in lightsaber blazing! So no fucking duh I'm thinking that Trenton has a lot to prove here being the new guy, but he ran into an overgeared fucking OP player who's more than ready to prove why she's the fly in the ointment, the monkey in the wrench…
Audience: THE PAIN IN THE ASS!
Cali-Kate: ... and it doesn't stop there either. Trenton may think he knows what's coming, thinks he knows the fight patterns and phases for this boss fight, but he's gonna be in for a shitty awakening. Got that? Because it's game start, bitches!
Kate shoots a wink at Amy before walking off leaving Amy nodding as the scene fades out.
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Singles Match
Trenton Page vs Cali-Kate
Thea Crawford: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!
"Forget My Name" kicks off hard from the start, the heavy guitars and drums doing a good job of getting fans pumped and ready for the match to come. Trenton backs out onto the stage, arms extended to either side, stopping at the top of the ramp and spinning around to greet the masses. His smile is ever-present, pumping his fists a few times to rile up the arena. Following him out is the stunning Hikaru Yamamoto-Page, her attire matching Trenton's in terms of color. He takes her hand and gives her a twirl before linking her arm with his and heading down the ramp.
Thea Crawford: Introducing first, being accompanied to the ring by Hikaru Yamamoto-Page, from Spartanburg, South Carolina, Trenton Page!
Reaching the ring, Trenton gets a big smooch on the cheek from his young lady and it gets him all kinds of riled! He slaps the steps a few times before walking up, wiping his soles before entering the ring and hitting the ropes, again working his utmost to get the fans right in there with him. Up on the buckles, he salutes them one final time before removing his vest and tossing it down at ringside, moonsaulting off the buckles and landing on his feet, ready to start the match.
The lights in the arena go dark as the opening chords of “Heist” hit the speakers. The crowd goes up in cheers as a big
“Player 1 Ready…”
comes up on the screen. In the break between the opening chords and the main tune the screen flashes
“Game Start!”
The main tune hits and the lights come back up showing Kate on the stage in a hooded jacket with a huge smile on her face, dancing to her music. Kate flips the hood down and skips down the ramp trading high fives and hugs with various members of the crowd.
Thea Crawford: And his opponent, from Laguna Beach, California, Cali-Kate!
She even stops a few times to pose for some selfies with the crowd members. Kate reaches ringside and continues skipping one full round around the ring only trading high fives with audience members. When she gets to the corner, the audience goes wild as Kate blows out a kiss to everyone. Kate slides into the ring and jumps to one of the corners and poses once for pictures. As her music fades, she hops off the ropes and goes to her corner, removing her jacket and warming up for her match.
~DING DING DING~
Cali-Kate and Trenton meet in the ring and exchange a quick fist bump to start things off as a sign of sportsmanship. They back off and circle the ring before tying up. Trenton gets the advantage and forces Cali-Kate into the ropes. The ref calls for a break and Trenton gives a clean break to his opponent as he backs up to the center of the ring. Cali-Kate comes out of the ropes and she immediately takes Trenton into a waistlock. This is reversed though as Trenton transitions into a headlock. Cali-Kate backs into the ropes and uses them to help her push Trenton off of her. Trenton hits the ropes and leaps over Cali-Kate who drops to the mat to try and trip him up. Trenton bounces off the ropes again and this time, Cali-Kate leap frogs over him. Trenton hits the ropes a third time and this time, uses the ropes to springboard into a crossbody that takes Cali-Kate down. Trenton continues to press, picking Cali-Kate up and scoops her up into a brainbuster. He hooks the leg for a nearfall. Trenton continues to press though, keeping Cali-Kate off balance as he keeps the offense going on her in the early part of the match. Trenton picked Cali-Kate up onto his shoulders and delivered Dust in the Wind and got himself another nearfall out of it. Trenton then climbed to the top rope and went for a Senton bomb, but Cali-Kate was able to get her knees up.
From there, Cali-Kate began to turn things around in her favor. Once Trenton made it to his feet, she leaped and took Trenton down with a headscissors before following it up by hitting the ropes and delivering a shining wizard. She hooked the leg and got herself a nearfall. Cali-Kate pressed on though, climbing to the top rope and delivering a double foot stomp and once again getting herself a nearfall. Cali-Kate didn’t get discouraged though as she climbed to the top rope again and this time, she hit Trenton with Bass-ic. She got to her feet and waited for Trenton to make it back up to his. As Trenton turned around, Cali-Kate grabbed him and delivered Starstruck and hooked the leg to get the three count.
~DING DING DING~
Thea Crawford: And here is your winner, Cali-Kate!
Andrew Payne: These two just put on a clinic for everyone tonight. I’m sure Trenton isn’t happy about the result, but he can’t hang his head, Cali-Kate is one of the very best we have here on Trauma.
Miranda Augustino: Yeah, there’s a reason she has that contract for an Undisputed Championship match anytime she wants it. Kudos to both though and I know Trenton will turn things around.
Winner: Cali-Kate
Result: Pinfall
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===MAIN EVENT===
Singles Match
Marcello Vitale vs Leviathan
Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled one fall and it is your main event of the evening!
The strangely nostalgic tune of “Song of Storms” (Zelda Theme Remix) begins to resonate throughout the arena. It charms the audience to pay attention as Marcello Vitale makes his presence known, casually dancing to the light-hearted intro. He sways back and forth almost as if he’s floating along the stage, but suddenly the lights go out.
Navi’s cheerful “Hello!” and the beat of the music drops instantaneously! Pyros go off from the stage, multi-colored lights shine on Marcello, and theatrical fog trails down the ramp while he makes his way towards the ring.
Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Florence, Italy, Marcello Vitale!
He tags a few hands along the way before he leaps onto the apron and ascends the nearest corner, staring out towards the fans as he receives a mostly-positive response of cheers.
With a confident smirk, he embraces the remix of his music for a moment before he runs across the top rope and perches onto the other corner. This gets a wild response while he encourages flash photography with a stylish pose. Finally, he jumps down onto the mat and readies himself for the match.
The electronic organ intro to “Remember Me (FESTER Remix)” by Code: Pandorum starts up. Three red spotlights appear illuminating Tia Santos in the center with Leviathan towering behind her.
“I’m going to do it again and again
Until you make them remember!”
Thea Crawford: Being accompanied to the ring by El Muneco Muerto, Tia Santos...weighing in at 207 pounds. Representing House Crowley, Leviathan!
As the bass drops on the music, Tia Santos inches forward at a slow, smooth pace. The Calavera themed woman almost seems to glide across the floor as Leviathan follows behind her. The two members of House Crowley continue down the ramp until they reach ringside. Tia Santos stops right there where she is while Leviathan passes her up and heads into the ring where he immediately stares down Marcello.
~DING DING DING~
The referee calls for the bell in this main event and both Marcello Vitale and Leviathan begin to circle. Leviathan moves in several times for the lock up, yet Marcello manages to duck and dodge out of the way. Leviathan loses his patience, lets out a roar and lunges at Vitale with a hard looking lariat, yet Marcello executes a perfectly timed military roll to totally avoid it, kips back up and flips Leviathan off before staggering him back with a European uppercut.
Andrew Payne: Marcello Vitale seems to be having some fun out there, Miranda!
Miranda Augustino: Yo I don't think Leviathan was prepared for this! Irish whip by Vitale..
While Leviathan hits the ropes, Marcello taps his temple a couple of times before he runs in the opposite direction, deliberately initiating a criss-cross.
Andrew Payne: Life is just passing 'em by here..
Miranda Augustino: No time for ya stupid puns, Payne! Clothesline attempt by Leviathan, swing and a miss!
Vitale once again switches direction on Leviathan, and Leviathan once more tries to regain his bearings as he growls and throws another clothesline, narrowly missing Vitale. Marcello goes to once again run off in the opposite direction, but Leviathan manages to ensnare his left arm.
Andrew Payne: Ripcord forearm! Leviathan rocks Marcello Vitale with that shot, but he hauls him back to his feet! Leviathan twists the arm around and makes a beeline for that corner!
Miranda Augustino: Flying serpent by Leviathan! Clubbing blow to the top of Vitale's head! Cover and Marcello kicks out right on two!
Leviathan has Marcello stunned, easily hauling him back to his feet before doubling him over with a knee to the midsection.
Andrew Payne: Leviathan's hauling him up for that powerbomb!
Marcello punches Leviathan in the head a few times before he slips out and lands on his feet behind him.
Miranda Augustino: Cobra clutch bulldog by Vitale! Cover!
ONE
TWO
T..
Andrew Payne: No! Leviathan gets a shoulder up!
Miranda Augustino: Standing 450!
Marcello lands badly as Leviathan pops his knees up, and Marcello bounces off dramatically, clutching his chest and throat area.
Andrew Payne: Running leg drop and a cover by Leviathan!
ONE
TWO..
Miranda Augustino: Kick out by Vitale!
Leviathan shakes his head as he takes an arm and hauls Vitale back to a vertical base and manages to whip him into the corner easily, following up with a brutal corner clothesline immediately. Leviathan looks around before grabbing Marcello by the throat and hauling him up onto the top rope.
Andrew Payne: This don't look good for Marcello! Top rope choke sl..
Marcello breaks free as he lands punch after punch to the top of Leviathan's head, Leviathan staggering back.
Miranda Augustino: Flying thrust kick from the top rope by Vitale!!
As Marcello prepared to land, Leviathan caught him in mid air in the perfect position to haul him up in position for his cradle tombstone..
Andrew Payne: This is it, folks! Goodnight, Vitale! CHAOTIC SACRIL..
Miranda Augustino: Wait just a minute!!
Marcello wriggles free and lands on his feet before throwing the arm over..
Miranda Augustino: The yellow light of DEATH!!
Leviathan lands on his feet!
Andrew Payne: No!! He can't connect with it!
Leviathan instantly throws a lariat Marcello's way, yet Marcello is able to ensnare the arm, weave, roll through and catch Leviathan with a tight inside cradle!
ONE
TWO
THREE!
*DING~DING~DING!!*
Thea Crawford: Here is your winner! MARCELLO....VITALE!!!!
Andrew Payne: He did it again, Mir! Marcello Vitale has defeated the second member of House Crowley! He's one step closer to facing Anton Crowley himself!
Miranda Augustino: Papi ain't gonna be happy!
Winner: Marcello Viatle
Result: Pinfall
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Andrew Payne: Hell of a show everyone but that's all the time we've got for this week!
Miranda Augustino: We'll see ya next week, bitches!
Andrew Payne: For Miranda Augustino, I'm Andrew Payne. So long every--
Miranda Augustino: We'll see ya next week, bitches!
Andrew Payne: For Miranda Augustino, I'm Andrew Payne. So long every--
Griffin Hawkins: Cut the music! Angel....your time is up. I waited for you all night to say your piece to why you did what you did. The show is nearly over...and you haven't shown your face. Now..are you gonna come out here? Or am I gonna have to go back there and drag your ass out of whatever locker room you're hiding in and get my answers?
He waits for a while...nothing happens.
Griffin Hawkins: Well..looks like we're gonna have to do this the hard way....
Griffin approaches the ropes to leave the ring, however just as he grabs the rope to step through, the video wall comes to life with the camera focusing on the back of a blonde woman in black leather. The crowd boos as they still recognize the woman who begins to a slow clap. Of course, when she finally turns around, it’s none other than Angel Kusanagi, standing in front of a black curtain in order to give no hint as to where she might be.
Angel Kusanagi: Ahhh, sugoi Griffin-san! Hara o tatete iru yōdesu yo ne? Anata wa okotte imasu ka? Anata wa hara o tatete IMASU KA?!
Angel yells the last of her question into the camera, looking like she might explode at any second. She finally points to the camera and switches to English, or at least as best that she can.
Angel Kusanagi: You...big...mad. Bitch! Ritteru fuck boi big mad! Now you know...Griffin-san. You know MY anger!
She angrily thumbs to herself.
Angel Kusanagi: Shikashi, anata wa mada rikai shite imasen. Ah? You not know why angry. Kore o oboete?
Without making any hand motion, the footage of Angel switches to footage from Episode #11 of Trauma during Griffin Hawkins’ interview with Amy Connors about his rematch against Emelie Sanclemente for the Undisputed Championship.
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None other than Angel Kusanagi, actually, as the woman appears with her hood up over her head. Amy Connors looks between her and Griffin Hawkins.Amy Connors: Oh. Umm...hello, Angel. Sorry, but we were just....
Amy Connors goes quiet with a simple look from the Japanese woman before the looks away from the interviewer and directly to Griffin. Angel greets the man directly with a polite bow, albeit a shallow one. She doesn't go down very far.
Angel Kusanagi: Griffin-san. Prease excuse the...interruption. I only come to...congratulate you on your...inevitable victory.[/i]
She gives another short bow. Amy Connors is actually surprised by this gesture of respect from the woman and turns to get Griffin's response with the microphone.
Griffin nods his head to her as a sign of respect.
Griffin Hawkins: I respect the sentiments; I consider you one of the toughest people on the roster..and in time I know you'll get your shot at the title..and if and when that happens, I know the both of us will put on one hell of a show.
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The shot cuts back to Angel standing in front of the black curtain with a look of mixed emotions on her face. She actually seems a little...hurt. As if mocked. However most of the look in her eyes is pure hatred. Rage.Angel Kusanagi: You mock...Griffin-san. After all I achieve...you make joke. “If”...”If…”If”...”If”…! “If”! “IF”! “IF”! “IF”! “IF”! “IF”!
Angel starts yelling...no...SCREAMING into the camera as she slaps the back of her hand into her palm at first before she just starts punching herself in the head. When she finally calms down, she lets out a trembling breath and pushes her hair out of her face. She digs into her jacket and shakily pulls a pack of cigarettes from her jacket pocket and lights it with that silver, cherry blossom engraved zippo. She looks at the lighter as she always does and closes her eyes, squeezing the mysteriously precious item tight before she opens her eyes and looks at the camera again. Angel plucks the cigarette out of her mouth and tilts her chin up. Exhales the smoke into the air.
Angel Kusanagi: Not…”if”...Griffin-san…. Only…”when”.... But first...must make...example…. If I not taken serious by...former champion….
Angel stresses “former” with venom in her voice.
Angel Kusanagi: …Then...cannot be taken serious...by champion now…. I must remind...I not joke…. I must remind...what I do…. You...must...pay…..
Angel takes another drag of her cigarette, closing her eyes as she takes a deep pull on the filter. She stops and lets the smoke leak from her mouth as she speaks.
Angel Kusanagi: Shinpaishinaide, Griffin-san. Anata ga shiharau….
Blows out the rest of the smoke.
Angel Kusanagi: You pay...on my terms…. You pay...in blood….
Angel smiles wickedly and the screen suddenly just cuts out and goes black. Griffin Hawkins has, at this point, backed to the center of the ring and it staring up at the wall in confusion when suddenly he is DRENCHED from above by a downpour of viscous red liquid that only seems focused over where he’s standing.
Andrew Payne: WHOA!!!! WHAT THE HELL?!
Miranda Augustino: THE FUCK JUST HAPPENED, ANDY?! Griffin just...is....what is that?!
Griffin Hawkins stands there, looking down at himself and at the crimson puddle staining the mat around him. The Juke Box Hero now looks like he’s the victim of a horror movie as his hair and torso are covered in what looks to be...well...blood. Before the commentary team can get another word out, only Angel’s voice is heard over the PA system; quite simply just...laughing...maniacally...as the show signs off.
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Isabella Santiago
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