Trauma Episode 15 Chicago, Illinois 5/9/20

All hail the Underground Queen!

Rock on!

Skillz Vendorz, follow me on Twitch!

King of the F*****g World!

I wish Runa was my doctor!

SBS 4 Life!

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 15!

Miranda Augustino:: And we’re just three weeks away from our next Trauma exclusive event, Manifest Destiny!
Andrew Payne: Tonight is going to be chock full of action though and I can’t wait to call it all!

Miranda Augustino: Your damn right, tonight is gonna be off the charts!

Andrew Payne: Without further adieu, Thea, take it away!


We see Graham Baker backstage, wrapping his fists and preparing for his opening match against Mike Spazz. He slowly glances up to the camera, stretching his legs against the wall.

Baker: Mike! Don’t know if ya’ know me well, but I know just a bit about you. Been around for a minute, right? You’ve been wrestling since well before I started out, and now you like stickin’ to the commentary booth elsewhere, although I can acknowledge an aging man tryin’ his hand at keeping up with those who occupy the rings he watches over. It’s admirable, man, really admirable, but it’s a shame that I’m no pushover who’s gonna let an old fuck get one over on him just to pay his dues.

Baker chuckles, leaning his head against the wall for a moment as he continues.

Baker: Y’know, it’s funny, I never expected that my first match in this company would be against some veteran, but I said I’d work my way up through the ranks, and I sure as hell intend on doing so. I’m not gonna go easy on ya, Mike. Wouldn’t want to dishonor you by pulling my punches. I’m gonna give you the authentic Graham Baker experience, complete with a nice spike tombstone to drive you into the canvas. Don’t take it the wrong way, either. I’m gonna show you your earned respect for being a vet in this business-just not in the way that most others would.


Baker continues stretching, holding his wrapped fist against the wall and adjusting the tape. He glances around the locker room, before continuing.

Baker: And I’m not gonna totally write you off, Mike, because while you can’t teach an old dog a ton of new tricks, you sure as hell can bank on the fact that they’ve got plenty stored up, right? It’s like I said, I don’t want to count you out, but a dude like you, rusty as you might be sitting behind that commentary table, you’re not gonna be able to match up to a hungry Graham Baker, looking to prove himself. If you want to go for this, you better be ready to go hard and fast. Hot n’ heavy type shit. You know what I mean?

Baker chuckles, and nods.

Baker: Yeah, of course you do. Once i’m through you, Mike, win or lose, I’ve gotta keep myself moving. Gotta keep momentum going. So, here’s my brief call to Santiago, and any other management who happens to take a gander at this little beauty here...give me somethin’ to sink my teeth into next week. I want a real fuckin’ fight, with real odds. I want someone who’s gonna beat my ass, not a has-been who’s spent more time spinnin’ others on a mic than in the ring in the past however-long. It’s like I’ve been sayin’-no disrespect to Mike Spazz, guy’s been around the block-but I want someone fresh, someone young, someone who’s gonna knock my fuckin’ teeth out and make me see stars.

Baker checks the time on his watch, before unclasping it and throwing it in his jacket pocket. He points a finger gun at the camera.

Baker: I trust ya. I know you’ll set me up.

He clicks his tongue.

Baker: So, crowd, give me a cheer when ya see me, and Mike...give me a fight I won’t soon forget. Show this greenhorn what it’s like to be manhandled, eh?

Baker throws his jacket over his shoulder as he walks down the hall…



The camera opens upon a tall, slim build man with long dish water blond hair a long, somewhat thin face standing before the camera with arms crossed over his chest. He's sporting a simple black T-shirt, blue jeans, and a beanie crap atop his head. For those who watch Southern Rebellion Wrestling, the Pitt when it was around, and can remember as far back as 2003's Solid Gold Wrestling Federation, he is a very familiar face. For the rest? Well.... With a rather serious expression he begins....

Spazz: I know what you're thinking. Who's this fucking monkey on my TV and why is he taking valuable time away from my favorite wrestlers to talk shit in front of a big white screen? I mean I get it.... yous guys and chicks love your wrestling! You probably want to get right the back to it without an interruption from some long haired, lanky, nonathletic looking pasty faced motherfucker talking shit in the middle of your show! I know! I get mad at people doing this all the time on my own shows, but you know what? It's SpazTastic Mike Spazz's turn to run his fuck-hole because after twenty years of not wrestling professionally, after twenty years of not being able to do the one thing I had the biggest dream of doing.... after twenty fucking years, I'm finally able to do more than run my big fucking mouth at a table with my best friend.

Brushing a bit of hair aside, he shows off a rather impressive scar on the back of his neck.

Spazz:This scar right here? That's the mark of multiple surgeries over the course of many years due to a little thing that happened to me back in good ol' TJ Mexico. You see I'm not whatcha might call, good with languages outside of English and I was talking smack, but decided to pay a compliment the girlfriend of one big motherfucker by the name of Bull Gargano that she was fucking hot. Some shitbird decided to tell me that I should say "Chinga Tu Madre" as it'd really turn her on. I don't know Spanish and it sounded pretty cool, so I says it to her and get slapped. Business as usual right? Call a pretty girl hot, she slaps you. I think nothing of it. Match rolls on, I'm suddenly gettin' mauled by her Bo during a match. Breaks my fucking neck on a guard rail so hard, my career was over in a fucking flash son.

There's no sadness, but instead anger as Mike unloaded, fists at his side as he unleashed many years of frustration all at once!

Spazz:TWENTY FUCKING YEARS I SAT AND WATCHED!!! Not bein' able to do a fucking thing but talk at a table! Sure, I had fun fucking off with my best friend, but you know what? It ate at me to watch people achieve their fucking dreams while I was too broken and fucked up to do anything about it! I drank booze, did drugs, tried to kill myself a bunch of fucking times but none of it was enough! Some people deserved their moments while others? Others couldn't hold my nutsack because my cock is too fucking heavy for 'em! It burned me the fuck up to watch no talent motherfuckers get to take the ride while I'm just a motherfucker talkin' in the back-fucking-seat!!!!

He trembled slightly as he held nothing back, only to suddenly calm as a big smile creeps across that face.

Spazz:Then about four years ago, they come up with this procedure that can fix the shit with my neck. Make it almost good as fucking new. So I took my life savings and my insurance to these specialists and over three years, they fixed that shit right up! I took one more year to heal, still doing commentary but also working out and training, getting in as good a shape as I possibly could. I ain't no specimen, but I'm strong enough to do the work and when my Doc told me that I'm good to go and cleared me to compete again? Happiest motherfucking day of my life because now? Now I don't have to JUST sit at a table and talk about shit.... nah nah... Now I can DO shit. I can still move, I can still go! I'm still the man I was back then, but not as fucking dumb!

Mikey taps his head.

Spazz: I ain't a young fuck no more, I know that. The guy facing me tonight? He's younger, no doubt, might be a bit faster, might even be stronger, but here's the most important lesson he's gonna' learn tonight. You see, Graham Baker might be physically better than me, but I fuckin pay attention to everything yous do in that ring & around it because that's been my job for two decades. Watchin, observin, listenin, even when I'm talkin I hear everything you say and do young blood. First words outta' his mouth were, "I hope there won't be any hard feelings when I beat seven shades of shit outta' you"

A chuckle passes through them lips as he rubs his hands together, swaying side to side as he sizes up the camera as if it were Graham himself standing in front of him.

Spazz:Yeah I lost last week to Debby Haze, but you seen Disco babe? She's straight up FIRE son!!! She'd kick them sunshades off your face, wear 'em, & fuckin' smoke your ass like a fatty between these lips & stomp you out when she's done! Yeah I sit in a fuckin' booth and watch matches, but I also pick shit up and I been teachin people how to do this shit off and on for the last fifteen of them twenty years I was gone from this ring and this life, sidelined as a spectator with a headset and a live wire in my soul!

With a fist curled tight, he beat his chest with the rhythm of his heart, nodding his head in sequence with each knock rap.

Spazz:Yous sayin' ya' feel me and to not get my hopes up. Nah nah naaaaahhh.... Yous straight up a fuckin' gimped motherfucker comin' out tha' gate against me 'cause you don't see the threat in front of you. You don't know what yous about to get in for up in here! I'm gonna' come into that ring harder than I did last week 'cause I'm ready and able boy. I been workin' out, gettin' that muscle back, gettin' my speed and strength up! Even though I smoke blunts all the time, I got the lungs to go in that ring. I ain't gassin' out on you anytime soon 'cause before you can lift, before you can dance, before you can even fuckin' take a fuckin fall, I teach motherfuckers to breathe and use them lungs. If you can't breathe, you can't fuckin' do any of that shit and home slice, I'mma' take your fuckin' breath away right at the start of the match and show yous that I ain't a weak ass, limp wristed motherfucker up in here!

He points both fingers at the camera, twin finger guns with thumbs cocked back like a hammer and he snaps them forward, right and left, in rapid fire sequence.

Spazz:Bang Bang, Motherfucker! The trap is sprung and the SpazMaster is gonna' be dancin' all over your body as you slow bake in the lights after that three count and tha' only thing goin' through your mind'll be.... what tha' fuck happened to me and I'll tell you son.... NOG NOG DIDDY DIDDY NOG NOG? WHAT?! YOU GOT KNOCK THE FUCK OUT THAT'S WHAT! PREPARE TO GET TRAUMATIZED UP IN HERE, SON!!!!

Mike swings his fist at the open air, his whole body spinning with it as he hurled it right into his palm with a loud smack and a wicked laugh. With that, he quickly turns and heads out of frame. Seconds later we hear....

Spazz:OW THAT FUCKIN' HURT!!!

Cut back to ringside.

Mike Spazz vs Graham Baker

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.

"The arena lights go down, and the arena is filled with guitar strums and the intensifying drum beat of the song as smoke pours out from the entrance ramp, revealing Baker only from the highlighted portions of his outfit.

'WE'LL NEVER GET FREE
LAMBS TO THE SLAUGHTER
WHATCHU GON' DO
WHEN THERE'S BLOOD IN THE WATER'

As the song continues, taking a moment to hang, the smoke clears and Baker's back is revealed to the crowd, a leather jacket bearing the words 'The Aviator' and a flaming skull shown as he points two finger guns at the screen.

'THE PRICE OF YOUR GREED
YOUR SON AND YOUR DAUGHTER
WHATCHU GON' DO
WHEN THERE'S BLOOD IN THE WATER'

The screen cracks as Baker 'fires' at it.

'WHEN THERE'S BLOOD IN THE WATER?'

The intense chorus kicks up as Baker turns around, screaming out as he leaps into position. He slaps hands with the fans as he approaches the ring, mostly favoring those who are supporting him before pulling himself up on the apron, tossing his jacket off before springboarding into the ring. Often, depending on his opponent, he'll either point a finger gun at them or give them the middle finger before falling back into the corner and laying across the top ropes, as if taunting his opponent.

Thea Crawford: His opponent! Weighing 230 pounds from London, England! GRAHAM...BAKER!!!!

~DING DING DING~

The match opens with Graham Baker blasting Mike Spazz off his feet with a stiff lariat! The Spaztastic One tries to regroup but finds himself at the rather lacking mercy of Graham, getting beaten and battered rather brutally in the ring to a massive number of random cursing. Spazz finds himself lifted up and lifted up and violently deposited to the canvas with a brutal pop up Powerbomb that sees Mikey bouncing on impact! With a cough, Mike tries to get up but finds himself punted hard in the ribs which was accompanied by a loud "FFFUCK!" as he rolled across the canvas, cradling his ribs!

Outside Joe Koss shouts at his charge, "COME ON MAN! GET UP! GET MOVING! THAT'S THE ONLY WAY YOU'RE WINNING!"

The Aviator gathers a stunned and groaning Spazz and throws him into the corner where he then hits THE DOUBLE DOWN! Pinning Mike, he gets a surprising two count, kind of laughs a bit, then gathers Mike up and pulls him into his infamous Backslide Driver but Mike manages to slip off, stumbling towards the ropes. Graham spins around and fires off a super kick, but Mike ducks, rams his shoulder into the man's groin as hard as he can while also lifting him up and drops him with a modified sideways backdrop!

Back on the floor, Joe Koss shouts out at Spazz, "YEAH THAT'S IT MIKEY! COME BACK CITY!!!"

The ref, unsure how to count it, lets the match continue as Mike Spazz gets to his feet, looking ragged and haggard. As Graham gets to his knees, cupping his groin, Mike rushes in with rapid fire kicks to the chest, followed by hopping back and hitting a running knee straight to his face! Mike then proceeds to Garvin Stomp him on the canvas repeatedly hitting all the limbs before finally backing into the ropes and hitting a double bird flip elbow drop and pin! Baker effortlessly kicks out and Mike rolls off him to a low crouch.

As Graham gets to his feet, Mikey rushes him, driving him into the corner where he starts to hit several hard shots, only to find one of them blocked, followed by a kick to the gut and being thrown into that same corner where Graham hits him with a quick headbutt, rips his shirt open, and proceeds to blister his chest with machine gun chops, followed by a jumping knee to Mike's chin and just as Spazz stumbles from the corner, he catches him by that blistered, bleeding pale chest, tosses him up onto the top rope and then hits KISS FROM THE SKY! driving Mike head first into the canvas and into the third pin of the night, but somehow, someway, Mike Spazz throws a shoulder up to the shock of the entire crowd!!!

Joe Koss throws his hands up and grabs his hat in frustration!

There's a bit of a quirk in the brow of Graham as he regards a shallowly breathing, shivering Mike Spazz crawling away from him to the ropes. He gets to his feet, casting his surprisingly resilient opponent an odd glance as Spazz pulls himself up and gets to his feet. Spitting a bit of blood from his busted lip, he puts his fists up. With a wicked grin, Graham moves in a Mike fakes with a right and as Graham falls for it, gets two rapid kicks to the balls and drops with a fast and dirty DOUBLE NUT BUSTER SPAZGAZM DDT!!!

The Referee calls for a disqualification!

*DING DING DING*

Thea Crawford: THE WINNER OF THIS MATCH BY DISQUALIFICATION!!!!! GRRRRRAAAAHHHAAAAAMMMMM BBBBAAAAKKKKEEERRRR!!!

As Graham's music hit's the house P/A. The crowd boos in uproar as Mike Spazz pulls a twenty out of his pocket and drops it down on Baker's still recovering form, then drops and rolls out of the ring fist in the air. There Joe Koss casting him the odd eye with arms out at his sides. Mike looks at him saying, "Fucking What?" Back in the ring, Graham cups his balls, letting out croaking coughs as he fights to his knees, glaring holes in Mike Spazz and Joe Koss that promise intense murder in the foreseeable future.

Andrew Payne: Graham won his debut, but I don’t think that’s the way he wanted to win.

Miranda Augustino: I really can’t imagine he’s very happy right now and I’m sure he’ll want his hands on Mike again and soon.

Result: Disqualification

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Kross: Jesus man, what the fuck? You kicked him in the balls and DDT'd him, then ran!!!

Spazz: Yeah, so what? Motherfucker was beating my ass and I wanted it to fuckin' stop, so I stopped him! I walked away, he's the one left holdin' his balls! That's a fuckin' win in my books son!

Joe just slowly shakes his head and rolls his eyes.

Koss: That's two losses in a row Mikey, no matter what high ground you think you got, you not only lost, but now that guy's going to be looking to rip your nuts out your nose along with your tonsils!

Spazz: HA! Fat chance lunchbox, I gots my tonsils out when I was 10! Tonsillitis for the win motherfuckers!!

Letting out an exasperated sigh, Joe puts an arm around his friend's shoulders and starts walking him towards the locker room.

Koss: Well let's get you patched up. At least he didn't break your neck.

We cut back to ringside....or something else?

Tag Team Match

Beautifully Devious vs The Skillz Vendorz

Thea Crawford: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first!

As JINJER’s “On The Top” begins to play throughout the ringside area, the lights go out, leaving the audience in complete darkness. As the opening guitar picks up, the video wall comes to life with a static screen, flickering with images of Erin Mercer and Bronwyn Goods faces before BEAUTIFULLY DEVIOUS appears afterward. The camera starts a slow creep up the ramp, approaching the stage and we just barely see movement in the dark when--

UNSATISFIED NEED

The lights around the stage suddenly come on, flashing violently, giving brief glimpses of old rune symbols on the walls as a thick layer of smoke crawls across the stage. Emerging through the smoke, between a pair of legs is Salem’s Forgotten Daughter, Bronwyn Good. Her normally gentle face, twists into a terrifying, malicious smile made so by her solid white eyes that stare into the camera as her surgically forked tongue slides out between her teeth, flicking the air.

Makes you push forward
Greed, striving for its reward
Like a racer on the mark, you burn your rubber
Like a starving shark looking for its supper
You run, run, run, run, run
Until it makes no sense

Bronwyn Good, comes up off her stomach and hops up to one knee and a foot on the stage, kneeling in front of the pair of legs she was previously beneath. The stage illuminates more, keeping the majority of the arena in darkness as Bronwyn slowly rises to her feet, revealing - standing back to back with the witch - Erin Mercer, taking up her original singles pose.

Your feet are sore but you're still running
For accomplishment
In this eternal marathon for success
Another day, another dollar, undying motto of success

As she feels Bronwyn lean back against her, Erin turns her head to look over her shoulder, grinning with just as much wickedness on her face as her tag partner and beloved. In one swift movement, Bronwyn turns, grabbing Erin by the shoulder and spins her around, putting the duo face to face with the ramp to their side. They embrace with Erin’s hands on Bronwyn’s shoulders while Bronwyn wraps an arm low around the redhead’s waist and runs a nail from her other hand, eerily yet affectionately down Erin’s cheek.

Slowly to the top
Is it lonely on the top?

Is it lonely on the top?
Ah, tell me is there anyone for you? (For you, for you)
Is it lonely on the top?
Ah, tell me is there anyone for you? (For you, for you)

Just when it looks like they’re about to steam things up, before their mouths meet, they turn their attention towards the ring, grinning wider and turn to begin descending the ramp. Both women, for the most part, ignore the audience with the exception of Erin stopping to address one fan, only to stick a hand right in his face to cut him off before continuing towards the ring.

Thea Crawford: At a combined weight of 243 pounds! They are...Salem’s Forgotten Daughter, BRONWYN...GOOD...and...The Red Queen, ERIN...MERCER!!

Meanwhile, Bronwyn Good climbs the top turnbuckle and perches on the corner, flicking her tongue out at the audience. Erin Mercer climbs to the parallel turnbuckle, one foot at the top, the other on the center. She scowls at the audience, extending a pointing finger to sweep across the crowd until it reaches Bronwyn’s direction and she turns it palm up, symbolizing reaching for her lover. Her scowl turns to a mischievous smirk as Bronwyn mimics reaching out for her. Together, the Witch and the Red Queen remove their entrance gear - Bronwyn’s hooded leather jacket and Erin’s leather jacket - dropping them to the floor. Erin steps down to the mat while Bronwyn takes a heart stopping dip forward like she’s about to just fall forward off the turnbuckle. However she rolls and lands safely and impressively on one knee before rising and joining Erin in their corner.

As the opening riff of The Used's "Pretty Handsome Awkward" comes on through the arena speakers, the arena lights dim out ad the video wall comes to life with a countdown followed by flashing words on the screen.

8...
7...
6...
5...
4...
3...
2...
1...
GAME START!

"KICKIN' IT OUT!!"

As the opening lyrics rip throughout the arena, a shot of DragonBall Z's Goku throws a Kamehameha at the viwers and the entryway lights up with multicolored lights and the video wall switches to a highlight reel that goes back and forth between clips of various video gameplay and anime footage. Everything from Mortal Kombat, Call of Duty, Battlefield, Skyrim, Mario, Golden Axe, Grand Theft Auto, Battletoads gameplay to action clips of DBZ, Elfen Lied, Ninja Scroll, Hellsing etc -- and then footage of Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont in previous matches hitting their big spots from their arsenals.

As this goes on, The Skillz Vendorz come running and jumping out from the curtain. More specifically, Katrina Cage runs out first, followed by Sammi Belmont. Katrina does a silly, playful bow to the audience and as she does, Sammi Belmont runs and leapfrogs over her. She lands and spins, full of energy, yelling to the crowd. Her and Kat come to stand side by side. They nod to each other with big smiles and mimic the DragonBall Fusion Dance pose. Multicolored pyro goes off on the stage and the two start down the ramp.

Your dream vacation
Small hostage refuge
A work in progress
You bleed just like you puke while running a mile
I beg to differ
Make me an offer
Warm summer rain
You bleed just like you puke while running a mile

Thea Crawford: And their opponents, they are the NFW World Tag Team Champions, Sammi Belmont, Katrina Cage, The Skillz Vendorz!

Kat Cage and Sammi Belmont come down the aisle, each taking a side where they happily high five and slap hands of fans in the front row. At the end of the ramp, they come together where Kat climbs up to the apron and gets into the ring. She climbs the turnbuckle as Sammi gets a running start along the side of the ring and athletically jumps up onto the apron to the parallel turnbuckle. Sammi grabs the ropes and hops over, skillfully landing on the middle turnbuckle where her and Kat repeat the Fusion Dance pose. As they do, spotlights shine down on them both.

Hey, are you okay?
You look pretty low
Very handsome awkward
Do you feel okay?
You look pretty low
Very handsome awkward

Both girls then climb down from the turnbuckles and meet in their corner, high fiving, fist bumping, dapping one another before removing their entrance gear and waiting for the match to start.

As our tag match for the night begins, Beautifully Devious look to make a statement against the tag team champions as Bronwyn faces off against Kat! Both women circle, Bronwyn sizing Kat up and looking to make an impression before Bronwyn lunges forward at Kat, only for the tag team champion to duck and look for a slingblade, but Bronwyn shoves her off! The two exchange maneuvers and strikes, before Bronwyn looks to get some leverage with a step-up Enziguri before climbing to the middle rope and looking for a Springboard Tornado DDT, but somehow Kat manages to catch her and slam her to the mat! She looks for a pin, but only nets one and a half! Kat tries to look for a snap DDT, but Bronwyn fights out of it and throws Kat into the ropes, before hitting Burn The Witch! The sling-blade brings Kat to the canvas hard, and Bronwyn looks for a Moonsault, but Kat rolls out of the way, causing Bronwyn to crash and burn as Kat tags out to Sammi Belmont! Bronwyn dives for a tag to Erin Mercer, and she gets it, causing Mercer to launch at Belmont with a nasty dropkick that sends Belmont into the corner! She looks to follow up with a set of shotgun knees, but Belmont ducks, only for Mercer to counter off of a leap to the corner-and roll into a Bridging German Suplex-but she only gets a two-count!

As we approach the middle of the match, Mercer and Belmont have been clearly doing a number on one another, but Belmont appears to have taken momentum in the match, hitting a big dropkick followed up with a Springboard Moonsault onto Mercer, but she doesn’t get much as Mercer rolls to the outside! Mercer tries to take a moment to catch her breath as Belmont rebounds, looking for a suicide dive, but somehow Mercer catches her midway through the ropes! Mercer leaves Belmont hanging as she tags out to Bronwyn, who goes to the top rope-DOUBLE STOMP to send Belmont’s head hard into the apron! Belmont looks out of sorts as Bronwyn looks for the Phantasmagoria on a corner-trapped Belmont, but somehow Belmont rolls to her corner, looking for a tag-but Bronwyn pulls her back! Bronwyn nails Belmont with a Shining Wizard to the back of the skull, and rolls her over for a cover, but only nets two and a half! She looked primed to follow it up with another attempt at Phantasmagoria, but Belmont manages to make it to the corner-and Kat makes it in!

Like a bat out of hell as Belmont rolls to the outside, Kat lights Bronwyn up with a massive dropkick into the corner. She blasts Mercer with an Enziguri that has her falling to the outside, before looking for a springboard moonsault back onto Bronwyn, and she hits it! She covers, but only gets two and a half! She tries to set Bronwyn up for 7th Heaven, but as she goes for the Wheelbarrow, Bronwyn manages to overrotate and bring her down to the mat hard! She tags out to Erin Mercer, who pulls Kat up onto her shoulders for Something Wicked This Way Comes-AND SHE HITS IT! Mercer goes for the pin as Bronwyn hits a suicide press to a recovering Sammi on the outside-securing Beautifully Devious the win!

Thea Crawford: Here are your winners, Bronwyn Good and Erin Mercer, Beautifully Devious!

Andrew Payne: That’s two teams on Trauma now that have a claim to a Tag Team Championship match against the Skillz Vendorz.

Miranda Augustino: And two dangerous ones at that with House Crowley lurking in the shadows too and I know Papi would strike at the most opportune time.

Result: Pinfall

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Singles Match

Runa Olson vs Masami Nishikiyama

Thea Crawford: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

“Sekki ni...yoru keno….”

The silence is then suddenly shattered by the opening scream of Jesse Leach from Killswitch Engage’s “Hate By Design.” With it, the heavy metal riff kicks in and the lights start to flash a multitude of colors around the stage, ramp and ring area. The SBS logo appears on the video wall as the curtain parts. Kaede Tanabe leads the way out with Yuka Hirata and Kayako Kazama.

Yeah!
Born into this world of hatred!
We are born free
From the restraints of this society,
Helpless to what is instilled
(Yeah)
To all those who raise us, mold us, and shape us
There is a time to separate,
From this

Through a cloud of smoke where the light barely breaks through walks a fourth feminine figure. A black SBS towel shrouds her head as she steps into full view. Fists clenched at her sides, head down. Masami Nishikiyama pauses on the stage to lightly bounce on the balls of her feet inside her boots. Her head bobbing in time to the rhythm of the music. Yuka Hirata steps up beside her and rubs her shoulders, slapping her on the back and amping her up in Japanese under the booming music. On the other side, Kaede Tanabe is giving her own words of encouragement. Meanwhile, Kayako Kazama is bouncing excitedly, pointing and urging the audience to look upon the woman about to go into battle. The proud, bubbly little friend. Masami steps forward and takes a knee, bringing her hand up in a Shinto Prayer.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first! From Hiroshima, Japan! Representing S-B-S, the Super Bitch Squad! She! Is! The Queen of Brawn Style! MASAMIIIIIII….NISHIKIIIIIYAMAAAAAA!!!!

A reason why, a state of mind,
There's a disconnection
A judgement made
Fueled by hate, it's your mistake,
It's a choice you made
It's tearing us apart

When she comes up, she yanks the towel off of her head and yells at the crowd before resuming her calm and casting a cold glare their way. She turns back to her three friends and the four put their hands into a circle. The camera gets close enough to hear them do their chant.

“Ichi! Ni! San! ESS! BEE! ESS! YOSH!!”

Hate,
Hate by design,
Is destroying our lives
Seek to find,
Some understanding
Redefine your life

Their hands shoot up in different forms. Kaede gives a sassy snap of her fingers. Yuka throws the horns. Kayako gives a sort of “jazz hand” motion. Masami simply raises a warrior’s fist and turns towards the ring. She starts down the ramp and, joined by the rest of SBS who trail behind her to give their competing member the focus of the camera, even though Masami doesn't even pay attention to the. Masami marches towards the ring, clutching her towel as she stares daggers down at the ring. Upon reaching the ring, Masami explodes up the steps before slowing on the apron. She wipes her feet off before stepping inside the ring and gives a full turn with her fists extended to the sides and another battle cry. The rest of SBS join her; Kaede stepping daintily up the stairs and under the middle rope. Yuka runs and slides in parallel to the bottom rope. Kayako climbs up onto the apron around the side, 'slipping' with one foot and catching herself. She sticks her hand to her lips - 'oopsie!' SBS' manager and other members join Masami in the center of the ring for their pose before they all give their friend a fist bump and leave the ring to her as she backs into her corner, handing her towel off to Kaede.

Voice: "paging Dr. Olsen, you're needed in the O.R."

“My Favorite Game” by The Cardigans plays as Runa Olsen comes from the back wearing a white lab coat and a stethoscope over her ring gear. She heads down the ramp waiving at fans.

Thea Crawford: "making her way to the ring, weighing at 119 pounds, from Oslo, Norway, Dr. Runa Olsen!"

Runa enters the ring and checks the refs pulse before removing her lab coat and stethoscope.

The referee calls for the bell and Masami gets the early advantage by sidestepping the lock up attempt by Runa and scoring with a go behind and a waistlock takedown. Nishikiyama keeps the waistlock on and proceeds to drill Runa in the neck and ribcage with repeated knees..

Andrew Payne: Masami super aggressive in the opening moment of this match!

Masami growls as she hauls Runa Olson up for a deadlift gutwrench suplex, but Runa manages to flip out and land on her feet.

Miranda Augustino: Dropkick! Masami back to her feet and another dropkick!

Runa hauls Masami to her feet and Irish whips her into the corner, following up with a clothesline.

Andrew Payne: Clothesline connects! Masami is slumped in that corner, Miranda!

Runa gives the signal and takes a run up, launching a knee toward Masami's head, but Masami yanks down the second rope as she slides out of the way.

Miranda Augustino: Runa gets hung out to dry! YOW! DDT from the second rope! Bodyscissors by Masami!

As soon as Runa lands in the DDT, Masami seizes her in the bodyscissors at an agonizing angle, and Runa quickly finds the bottom rope yet Masami ain't letting go!

ONE
TWO
THREE
FOUR..
FI..

Miranda Augustino: Masami finally lets go but the damage has been done I think!

Nishikiyama pulls Runa away from the ropes and goes for the cover..

Andrew Payne: Kick out right on two! Masami bringing Runa back to her feet, go behind! German suple..

Runa wriggles free and lands on her feet behind Masami, slingshots her off the ropes and scores her own german suplex and a bridge!

ONE
TWO
TH..

Miranda Augustino: Masami gets the shoulder up! Holy cow what a suplex!

Runa knows she can't waste time here and she takes the arm, hauling Masami to her feet and trying to initiate the flatliner, but Masami lays in a fast flurry of elbows and a european uppercut to free herself!

Andrew Payne: WOAH. Brutal shots by Nishikiyama! Olson sent staggering!

Masami lets out a roar as she lunges at Runa, putting everything into a sharp running lariat, yet Runa somehow manages to catch the arm and swing Masami back around!

Andrew Payne: THE CHECKUP!! What the..

Masami catches the superkick and swings Runa around before expertly locking in her patented full nelson!

Miranda Augustino: Runa's fading fast, Payne! Masami is really dialling that full nelson in!!

The very second that Runa's head starts to slump, Masami seizes the moment, hauls her up and dumps her.

Andrew Payne: NISHIKI DRIVER! GOOD GOD!

ONE
TWO
THREE!

Thea Crawford: Here is our winner, Masami Nishikiyama!

Andrew Payne: A huge win for Masami here tonight. The SBS have been rolling the last couple of weeks as a unit.

Miranda Augustino: Is this the turning point for the three young ladies? They could be very dangerous if they get on a roll.

Result: Pinfall

We go to footage of what happened earlier this week. Everyone is gathered up for a press conference. The press is ready as they got their cameras in place. Microphones are at the podium..awaiting somebody. Cameras then go outside the complex to a mysterious person dressed in all black leather, riding a Motorcycle to the sounds of "You Could Be Mine" by Guns N Roses coming from the radio.

The person steps off the bike, taking off his helmet, revealing himself to be Griffin Hawkins.

He heads inside the building as everyone immediately notices him. He steps up to the podium.

Griffin Hawkins: Good evening...so glad you all could join me here tonight. There have been a lot of questions about me being asked lately...and I decided a press conference should be held to address them all. If you all got any question at all..feel free to ask, nothing is taboo.

The first interviewer speaks.

Drew Clarkson: Mr.Hawkins, a couple of weeks ago you had a match with Emelie Sanclemente for the Undisputed Title. Many said that you were moments away from reclaiming the title, but Angel Kusanagi interfered, causing you to win the match by disqualification. What are your feelings on that?

Griffin Hawkins: Well, the last thing I want is to make excuses...but the world saw what happened. Angel came in and low blowed me right in front of the referee which ended the match..and my chances to become champion. All because she feels I "disrespected" her. If she had a beef with me, she could've came up to me face to face..instead of attacking me like a coward. I'm not gonna let that go..she is going to have to answer to her actions..that sneak attack shit is not gonna go unnoticed.

Monica Hughes: Mr.Hawkins..do you believe you will be champion again? And what of your match with Sela Rica Lark?

Griffin Hawkins: Well..first off, I will be world champion again..it doesn't matter who holds the belt at the end of the day...I got my sights set on them. Though personally I wouldn't mind having one more match with Emelie for the gold. As soon as I take care of Angel, I'm refocusing on the gold. But that doesn't mean I am looking past Sela Ric Lark. I know how much she is chomping at the bit to get back in the ring with me. Last time we got in the ring to dance, it was me who left with my hand raised..and now she wants to even the score 1 to 1...she has a lot to prove, but I'm not gonna allow her to get the win.

Carlos Rodriguez: Mr.Hawkins, Sela is a former U.S Champion and has a reputation of hardcore nature. Are you at all intimidated by her?

Griffin Hawkins: Am I intimidated? Hell no. I've seen scarier things than her in my life..and she is nowhere close to intimidation. I've been through things that would make her cry..I have slept through things that would turn your hair gray. She seems to think that just because she's crazy and wants to "play" with her opponents, that everybody on the roster is supposed to punk out to her..wrong. She can make all the threats to me she wants, but she does not move me at all. If she's not careful, she's gonna have a second loss against me.

Drew Clarkson: Is there anything you'd like to say in closing Mr.Hawkins?

Griffin Hawkins: Yes....on the next Trauma...I'm coming to fight. Sela is somebody who's been knocking at my door for my attention for months now...and now she's got it. Many would say I'm too focused on getting my hands on Angel, but on this night I'm not. Sela is looking to make a name for herself at my expense, but I am nobody's stepping stone. Come Trauma...she's gonna be in for the thrashing of a lifetime. Thank you and good night.

With that he leaves the stage and goes back outside, getting back on his bike as he rides off into the night.

Singles Match

Adrianna Salvatore vs Angel Kash

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall!

The fans begin to boo loudly as "Superficial" by Heidi Montag hits over the public address system

It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard
It aint that easy, it aint that easy
it aint that easy, but it aint so hard

As the lights dim and flash gold all over the arena, a lone spotlight forms at the entrance ramp. After a few moments, Steele Matthews walks out from behind the curtain with his Cheshire cat grin plastered across his face. As he applauds, within a few seconds in an arrogant and exaggerated fashion, Angel Kash herself, walks out as the fans boo loudly.

Hoppin' out the maserati
All I see is paparazzi
Snapping pictures for the
Front cover of a magazine
So I pose in everything I wear
Love to make the people stare
Always center of attention
Lookin' so bootylicious

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from The Hamptons, New York, being accompanied to the ring by Steele Matthews, Angel Kash!

Angel blows an arrogant kiss to the fans before doing a series of arrogant poses at the top of the ramp. She then says something to Steele as he first goes ahead, before the arrogant rich blonde bombshell does an arrogant supermodel like strut down to the ring, taunting the fans as she walks by them, before rudely sticking out her hand, and flipping her hair arrogantly as she brushes past the fans, not letting them even come close to touching her. She makes her way up the ring steps with Steele, holding her hand from the outside. Steele then hops up onto the apron Angel and holds the ropes open for her; she enters and poses in the center of the ring as the fans boo loudly. After that, she lays on the top turnbuckle nonchalantly taunting the fans as Steele hands her a mirror and she admires her beauty.

The lights in the arena flicker out. The video wall comes to life with an image of Earth in from space as Porcelain And The Tramps "King Of The World" begins to play As it does, the vignette depicts a flaming meteor hurtling towards the planet.

My pain filled drama queen is always creeping at your bed
Getting ready to buy you out

The vignette switches to various shots of Earth's population. People from all different regions as a shadow looms over, blocking out the sun. They all look up, eyes widening in horror.

Cause we all know, what goes around comes around
Should've known what I was all about
Do not test me

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

'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world
Get on you knees
I'm the fucking king of the world
Do as I please
So get up and get out and I'll show you
What it takes for me to control you
'Cause I'm the fucking king of the world

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

Thea Crawford: "On her way to the ring!! From Brooklyn, New York!! She is the Queen of Anarchy...ADRIIIAAANNAAAAAAAAA....SALVAAAAAAAATOOOOOOOREEEEEEEEE!!!!!"

Adrianna reaches ringside and runs up onto the apron, kneeling upon it on one knee. Now, we see that wicked smile of hers as she licks her teeth. She turns around on the apron, skillfully and slides herself in, backwards under the bottom rope. Standing to her feet, Adrianna moves to a turnbuckle and climbs up. She throws back her hood and flips back her hair, letting out a roar before casting her gaze upon the audience with a wicked smile forming. Stepping down from the turnbuckle, she removes her vest, folds it and carefully hands it to the timekeeper before preparing for the match.

~DING DING DING~

As our next match begins, Angel Kash teases a lockup with Adrianna Salvatore, before sliding out of the ring. She takes a moment to play to the fans as they boo, while Salvatore looks to get frustrated. She beckons Kash back in, and Kash rolls in, getting back to her feet. She teases another lockup, but Kash once again ducks Salvatore, only this time she simply pulls herself out to the apron. She teases Salvatore, who looks as though she’s had about enough, going for a grab on Kash, but Kash ducks it and kicks Salvatore in the back of the knee, but Salvatore’s faster than Kash anticipates as she hits her with a big superkick that rocks Kash and sets her up for a big Exploder Suplex into the corner! She covers, but only gets one and a half as Kash tries to get back to her feet, only for Salvatore to keep a grasp on her-but Kash tries to transition this to The Liquidation, only for Salvatore to heft her up and drop her HARD with a one-armed powerbomb! She acknowledges the slight damage to her arm as Kash pulls herself back up, staggered-and just barely managing to duck a superkick! She rolls Salvatore up with a Small Package, but Salvatore kicks out at two!

As we approach the middle of the match, Salvatore looks to be fairly safely in control, but as she sets up for her Ground Zero, Kash drops behind her and looks for a knee to the back of Salvatore’s knee, dropping her down and setting her up for a Running Bulldog from Kash into a cover that nets Kash two! Kash tries to pull Salvatore up for the Buyout, but Salvatore shoves her off and looks for the MOAB Launch, and she gets it! She tries for a pin, but only nets a two and a half count! Salvatore looks as though she’s growing tired, and pulls Kash up for Ground Zero, cutting across her throat-but Kash is able to counter once again into the Liquidation! This time, she has more success with the triangle armbar, but Salvatore breaks it with the ropes before long! Salvatore wrings her arm out as the referee checks on her, and she turns around into a Running Knee Lift from Kash! Kash tries to set up for the Kash Flow, but Salvatore catches her-MASSIVE POWERBOMB! Salvatore covers, but only nets two and a half again!

Salvatore counts the Ground Zero out, and instead seeks to brutalize Kash into submission to set up for the Vertical Suplex Powerbomb, slamming Kash into the ground with a snap suplex chained into another! She looks for a snap suplex into the corner, but Kash manages to catch herself and shove Salvatore off into the referee, knocking him down! She sees her moment, and rakes Salvatore’s eyes, causing her to become temporarily blinded before she undoes a turnbuckle-and throws Salvatore headfirst into it! Salvatore cries out in pain, and the referee slowly comes to as Kash tosses the turnbuckle pad to the outside, before catching Salvatore with a roll-up with leverage on the ropes for the pin-and the win!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Angel Kash!

Andrew Payne: Kash just stole a win from Adriana here! She now has a claim to a United States Championship match!

Miranda Augustino: It may not have been clean, but she beat Adrianna and lately, not many can even lay claim to that fact.

Result: Pinfall

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The scene comes up to a backstage area, a single spotlight shines on Sela-Rica Lark.

Sela: Everyone knows by now that I don't mince words so let's just cut to the chase.

Sela looks up toward the light, an almost angelic or revelatory stance.

Sela: I sent a message two weeks ago. I explained my message last week. Tonight I am going to give an entirely new message. But this time, Griffin Hawkins will be my courier.

Sela closes her eyes lightly.

Sela: Veteran. Former champion. Idol to many. And yes, he has been through many, many wars that he has won and lost. And compared to all that, I am the new kid on the block as it were.

Sela's eyes open.

Sela: The thing is...

Her head snaps to the camera, a glare of near rage on her face.

Sela: ... this isn't a neighborhood block, it's a chopping block! And when a piece of meat goes on the block it sprays a beautiful fountain of scarlet life into the air. Griffin, you may have experienced war, you have even played with me, but previously, it was just because I could. Now...

Sela takes a moment as her glare fades and smooths into her trademark sadistic smirk.

Sela: ... now...

Sela starts to chuckle, quite suddenly then bursting at the seams with laughter.

Sela: ... now Griffin, you are going to see why I am the Underground Queen. Because now I have a prize I want to play for and you are the one who'll be chopped away and discarded, like an excess of fat on a thick steak! I am creating my own path now. And it's time you stepped aside and faded into the black.

Sela starts to sway until she falls to her knees, still whimsically smiling.

Sela: Don't worry, I'll help you there. It'll be over soon enough. And then, I take my new throne. Long live the Underground Queen!

Sela chuckles and giggles as she leans back to the ground, the spotlight fades, her laughs echoing in the darkness as the scene fades out.

Singles Match

Sela Rica Lark vs Griffin Hawkins

Thea Crawford: The following contest is a tag team match scheduled for one fall!

The lights go dark as a familiar music begins to play.....as soon as the beat picks up the crowd starts clapping along to it. The opening lyrics to "Livin' On A Prayer" by Bon Jovi hits as from behind the curtain emerges Griffin Hawkins who raises the devil horns in the air as the crowd sings along to the theme.

Thea Crawford: "Making his way to the ring...from Windsor, Ontario Canada...weighing in at 227 Pounds...put your hands together for Griffin Hawkins!!"

The crowd is cheering, clapping and singing along to Bon Jovi as he makes his way down to the ring, slapping hands with the fans as signs that read "Griffin Rox" and "Rock Soldier" are present. He soaks in the positive reaction as he walks up the steps and steps between the ropes. He gets on the turnbuckles and raises the Devil Horns in the air with both hands, pumping the crowd up.

He gets down, taking off his leather jacket before getting out of the ring. He sees a young little boy in the front row as he takes off his silver aviator shades. He places his sunglasses on the young fan who looks excited to be here, smiling as he pats him on the head. He rolls back into the ring, and kicks his feet up ropes in the corner of the ring and leans across the turnbuckle like it's a hammock, waiting for the match to begin.

The opening chords of Halestorm’s “I Like It Heavy” play on the speakers. The lights fade out until only the stage is lit. Sela steps out from behind the curtains.

“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 poses at the top of the ramp to the crowd’s reaction. When the tempo picks up she slams her fist to the ground as the lights come back up alternating in light blues and reds.

“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’”

Thea Crawford: And his opponent, from Tuscan, Arizona, Sela-Rica Lark!

Sela walks down the ramp, a sadistic smile on her face as she looks towards the ring. She takes her time at ringside, teasing a ringpost with her fingers as she walks to one side of the ring and climbs on the apron near the corner. When the chorus kicks in she climbs up the turnbuckle and poses again.

I like it louder than the boom of a big bass drum
I need it harder than the sound of a guitar grunge
I love to crank it up, make it thump and evil to the core
Headbanging in the pit and throwing my horns
And just like old school Sabbath, Zeppelin and Lemmy
I need to drop it down low and make it heavy
I like it heavy, oh ohh
I like it heavy, oh ohh

Sela hops down inside the ring and poses once more inside the ring. She slaps at her chest several times screaming out to the audience before going to her corner. Her music fades as she warms up for her match.

~DING DING DING~

Sela and Griffin start the match off, circling the ring. The two of them keep their eyes locked on the other as they slowly make their way around. Finally though, the two of them lock up. Griffin goes behind, putting Sela into a waist lock. Sela is able to reverse it though, putting Griffin into a headlock and uses her momentum to swing him over and take him to the ground, keeping hold of him. She cranks on his neck a little bit before delivering a couple of forearm shivers before laying him back on the mat and hitting the ropes. She goes for a leg drop, but Griffin is able to roll out of the way. Griffin gets to his feet and so does Sela, but she’s met with a series of arm drags by Griffin before he delivers one final Japanese style armdrag that causes Sela to slide out of the ring. Griffin sees Sela walking around on the outside and hits the ropes. He comes diving through the ropes, delivering a suicide dive to Sela that drives her into the barricade. Griffin picks Sela up and rolls her back into the ring. He climbs to the top rope and hits the Stage Dive and gets a nearfall.

Griffin continues to press his advantage though as he picks Sela up and sends her into the ropes Sela comes off the ropes, being met by a clothesline by Griffin. Griffin then goes for a standing shooting star press, but Sela gets her knees up and drives them into the midsection of Griffin before rolling him up and getting a nearfall of her own. She gets back up to her feet where she delivers a kick to the midsection before hitting a snap DDT on Griffin. She then grabs him by the arms and lifts him up, placing her foot on his shoulder blades and delivering Hurts So Good before hooking the leg and getting a nearfall. Sela picks Griffin up off the mat and grabs him from behind and hits Pain for Pleasure before looking to deliver Salt in the Cut. Griffin though is able to counter out of the full nelson and deliver a swinging neckbreaker. Griffin then waits for Sela to begin getting to her feet before he hits the ropes and delivers a fameasser. Griff starts to get the crowd buzzing as he gets to the corner and waits for Sela to make it up to her feet. He stomps his foot on the ground a few times and as Sela stands up, Griffin goes for Shot in the Dark, but Sela is able to avoid it. Griffin turns around and Sela delivers a mule kick before hitting the shining wizard, delivering No Saves. She then grabs Griffin in the middle of the ring and locks in Playtime’s Over! She cranks on Griffin’s head and neck, screaming as she does. Griffin fights for as long as he can, but eventually, he has no choice but to tap out.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner by submission, Sela-Rica Lark!

Andrew Payne: What a massive win for Sela over the first ever Undisputed Champion!

Miranda Augustino: I’m sure Emelie was watching closely. Sela wants that championship come Manifest Destiny.

Result: Submission

Emelie Sanclemente: "I'll always take you seriously, Angel."

From a purple cloud of smoke pops the NFW Undisputed Champion, Emelie Sanclemente. The title rests around her tiny pale waist, which separates two pieces of black-white-n-red gear. The top piece looks like a tuxedo: black, with white inside and a red rose on the left breast of the "jacket." Emelie, usually the brightest smiler on Trauma, has a look of concern across her made-up face.

Emelie Sanclemente: "I'm worried for you. I wish I fully understood what happened between the last time we faced off and tonight, because it's clear that you've changed. The last time we faced off, it was for the old Women's Television title that you held. I remember that we had a really great match for it, but in the end, you retained your title. Maybe I should have seen it then, but towards the end of the match, there was a more sadistic side that came out of you. Much as I tried to overcome, you weren't going to be denied that night. And I respect that. I respect your talent. I know first hand how dangerous you are."

The champion unstraps the title from her waist and puts it on her black-topped shoulder, gripping it slightly tighter once it's set. Her look of concern becomes one of slight playfulness...

Emelie Sanclemente: "Tight fit..."

...then one of seriousness as she purses her lips.

Emelie Sanclemente: "Last week at the end of the show, you had a conversation with the former holder of this title, Griffin Hawkins. He was left with a pool of blood for his trouble. But one line made my ears burn. It was something along the lines of "if you're not taken seriously by the former champion, then you can't be taken seriously by the current champion." If he dismisses you, then I'll dismiss you. But here's the thing, Angel... I'm not Griffin. I refuse to treat anyone I face as anything less than a threat to me and my reign as Undisputed Champion. I take everyone seriously, so why should I treat you any differently? And more to the point, why would I? If anything, I'm going to treat you as a bigger challenge than so many others on the roster if only because you and I have history in that ring and I know how dangerous you were when you were Women's TV Champ. When you beat me. And I know how much more dangerous you are now, since you've stopped giving a hoot."

Sanclemente simply just shakes her head a little bit.

Emelie Sanclemente: "But what does all this mean to me? Surely, you think it would mean I'm just gonna fight like heck to even the score and move on, right?"

Emelie bites her bottom lip and looks towards the top of the room for a split-second before locking her eyes right back to the camera. Her lips pop before she begins again.

Emelie Sanclemente: "Well... that had me until "move on..." As I mentioned, you've changed... and I wish I knew why. We were never particularly close, but we ended up as friends after our first match against one another. I'm loyal to the end with my friends, no matter how distant we may be at points. I'll never abandon them. I may have never been particularly close with you like I am with Adrianna Salvatore, but I never would turn my back on you. Even if you asked me to. Even if you don't want me as your friend, you'll always be my friend, Angel... and that's the other half of why I'll always take you seriously, regardless of our status. I'd never lie to anyone, especially my friends, and I'd be lying if I said I wasn't going to fight like heck to win this match. But I'd also be lying to you if I told you I wanted to hurt you worse than Griffin does. Despite it all, I don't want to."

The champion looks down, sharply exhaling before immediately looking right back to the camera one more time.

Emelie Sanclemente: "But I'm still lying even then, at least partly... because that's exactly what's going to happen in the ring tonight... friend."

And just as suddenly as she appeared, with one snap of the fingers, the Undisputed Champion disappears in the same purple cloud of smoke she appeared from.

===MAIN EVENT===

Singles Match

Angel Kusanagi vs Emelie Sanclemente

Thea Crawford: The following contest is your main event, and is a non-title match scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….

With two quick taps of a cymbal, the lights flash before Xandu’s cover of Megurine Luka’s “Angel Bullet” rips through the speakers of the arena. The rest of the lights go out, leaving the audience shrouded in darkness as an eerie purple light illuminates the ring itself. The stage and ramp are lit up with plain white lights, violently flashing in sync with the music. As Xandu’s first guttural shriek pierces the ears of the audience, the lights take on a more intense flashing, adding a purple hue among the whites. The crowd waits in anticipation as smoke fills the entryway as the roar of the lyrics flows from the speakers, assaulting the ears of those present. The camera focuses intently on the entryway as the inner lights come on and, combined with the smoke, give off an almost ethereal, heavenly appearance. The video wall is alight with the visage of bloody barb wire and the name “草由紀子”. The screen flickers violently as the first verse of the song continues on through the arena.

At the pre-chorus, the wall of light within the entryway is disturbed by the visage of a black silhouette. Then, as the main chorus hits, the silhouette emerges from the entryway, coming into view to reveal Angel Kusanagi. Sleeveless robe over her gear, with her hood drawn up over her hood. We see her expression though is, as always, cold and utterly hateful towards everyone present. Her mouth twists into an angry, disgusted scowl as she lowers her head but keeps her eyes aimed at the ring. Her battleground. Angel holds her position on the stage throughout the chorus and when the second verse begins, she shifts forward and begins her walk down the ramp. She completely ignores the fans in the front row, throwing jeers and boos at her. That which she sees as nothing more than scum beneath her. Angel moves methodically but with a sense of purpose as she approaches the ring. As she reaches the ring, she circles around to the opposite side of where she approached and stands on the apron, turning her head to sneer towards the fans again. Despite the sour attitude she gives off, she wipes her feet on the apron before entering the ring through the top and middle ropes at the return of the chorus.

Thea Crawford: Weighing in at 125 pounds, from Osaka, Japan! ANGEL..KUSAAAAAANAGIIIII!!

As her name is announced, she comes to stand in the center of the ring, continuing to just glare hatefully at any and everyone. One hand comes up to unclasp the buckle on her coat before he peels the hood back and slides the garment off of her body, dropping it to the floor for the ringside attendant to take while she goes to her corner and uses the ropes to get some stretching in. Finally, she turns towards the ramp with that ever hateful expression and calmly waits for the match to begin.

Thea Crawford: And...her opponent!

"This spell you've got on me, it's like magic! Got me feelin' like I'm fallin' in love. Got me feelin' like I'll never give up on-- got me feelin' like I'll never give up on yooou!"

Purple smoke fills the arena from all directions, with a petite figure standing within it, seemingly propped up by a cane. There's a shine of gold coming from the center of the figure.

"It's like magic! I got you feelin' like you're fallin' in love. I got you feelin' like you'll never give up on-- got you feelin' like you'll never give up on..."

Thea Crawford: "...from Santa Monica, California by way of Ronneby, Sweden, weighing in at 100 pounds, she is the NFW UNDISPUTED CHAMPION... EMELIIIIIIIIIIIE... SAAAAANCLEMENTEEEEE!"

The crowd's cheers nearly blow the roof off the arena as the smoke clears and the champion raises her skull-masked, top-hatted head. As soon as she opens her eyes, Sanclemente kicks her cane up and starts to walk down with purpose. She's slapping high-fives and bumping fists with everyone she can before getting to the ringside steps and looking out to the cheering crowd. The champion enters the ring and unstraps the title from her waist, holding it up for all to see with that confident, million-dollar smile of hers. Emelie places the title on her shoulder before entering a neutral corner, as "Magic" fades out.

Emelie Sanclemente and Angel Kusanagi are staring each other down from across the ring. Emmie looks a little wary of Kusanagi’s presence. Kusanagi has eyes that could kill as she waits for the bell to ring. The referee raises his hand to call for the bell but before he can motion for it….

Once upon a time not so long ago

The anticipation for the bell to ring is interrupted by Bon Jovi’s “Livin’ On A Prayer” and the crowd goes INSANE!!

Andrew Payne: Wait a minute now! What’s going on here?!

Miranda Augustino: Uh-ohhhhhh! Someone’s got nowhere to ruuunnnnn!!!

Andrew Payne: I...don’t think she intends to try, Mir…

No, no. Angel Kusanagi, instead, turns directly towards the ring with murder in her eyes as the lights flicker and flash and that guitar and synthesizer fill the arena. Within seconds, Griffin Hawkins comes out from behind the curtain. Ripped jeans, leather jacket, that steel pipe in his hand. He stares down at the ring, anger in his own eyes as he walks down the ramp, nodding his head and can be seen mouthing “Yeah, I got you now. Now what?” Angel looks at Emelie almost debatingly before she gets out of the ring and walks over to the timekeeper. She yells and motions for him to get up which he does and she grabs his chair. Angel folds it shut and marches around the ring to meet Griff at the foot of the ramp.

Andrew Payne: Watch out! Here we go!

Both individuals swing their weapons. Griffin’s pipe knocks the chair from Angel’s hands and he swings again! Angel ducks and shoots in for his waist, pushing him against the barricade as the bell starts ringing to break it up. The brawl is on! Griffin drives elbows into Angel’s back to get her loose and Angel goes right for his eyes with her thumbs. Griffin gets her off with a knee to the ribs and the two start throwing wild right hands at each other before security and more referees quickly come and try to pull them apart. Griffin is pulled and guided up the ramp while Kusanagi is pulled alongside the stage towards the backstage entryway.

Miranda Augustino: Finally got them separated, Andy, but we just lost a main event!

Andrew Payne: Damn shame! It looks like things are finally under control tho--HEY NO WAIT!!! GRIFFIN HAWKINS!!!

The commentary team and fans go nuts as Griffin suddenly breaks away from the referees and security guards that have let up on manhandling him. He uses this opportunity to sprint across the stage and DIVES OFF THE EDGE onto Angel Kusanagi and other referees and security.

Andrew Payne: THE JUKE BOX ROCK STAR JUST TOOK A LEAP OF FAITH!!

Miranda Augustino: STAGE DIVE, ANDY!!!! ROCK N’ ROLLLLLL!!!!!!!

Griffin and Kusanagi are at it again, brawling on the floor while referees and security guards scramble to get up. The team from the stage hurries down to try and break them up again but the two are already making their way backstage with their fight as security rushes after them.

Miranda Augustino: Griffin ain’t giving up till he gets his piece but Angel ain’t running, Andy!

Andrew Payne: Ladies and gentlemen, we apologize for this! We’re being told to go off the air! We hope to see you back with us next week! We’re gonna try and get this under control!

The credits roll and the cameras fade out as referees and security swarm Griffin Hawkins and Angel Kusanagi backstage to break them apart again.

Result: No Contest

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