Trauma Episode 18 Chicago, Illinois 6/6/20

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Dark Army Chan will rise!

The Coyote rules!

Poison Dragon!

Andrew Payne: Hello everybody and welcome to Trauma episode 18! We’re hot off the heels of an amazing show in Manifest Destiny and tonight is going to be jam packed with amazing action.

Miranda Augustino: And I heard our amazing General Manager has a big announcement about our next PPV. I wonder what it is?!

Andrew Payne: Knowing her, it’s sure to be something amazing.

Miranda Augustino: And Issy is going to start the show off with her announcement it looks like!

Andrew Payne: Yes it does, let’s take it to the ring then!


The camera goes from Andrew and Miranda to Isabella Santiago who is standing in the middle of the ring as the crowd is chanting “NFW”. The camera zooms in on the Trauma General Manager as she brings the microphone up to her mouth.

Isabella Santiago: Chicago, how are you guys tonight?

The crowd pops for her as she laughs a little bit before speaking again.

Isabella Santiago: Last Saturday night, Trauma presented Manifest Destiny and if I do say so myself, it was one hell of a show. I’m proud of my roster and the performances all of them gave for you folks. But with that show done, we begin the road to the next, on July 25, Trauma will bring to you, Sudden Death! And man, I have quite the main event for you guys for that show too.

The crowd murmurs a little bit as Isabella stands there, smiling as she looks around at the people.

Isabella Santiago: A few years ago, I was watching this promotion, Pro Wrestling: Uprising. They had one of the most unique matches I have ever seen in my time as a fan, it was called the Guardians of the Pyramid. Seven people, one goal, climb the pyramid and claim the World Championship. It was unique, different, and so unpredictable. Let me break the concept down for all of you. Two people begin, fighting in a no holds barred match. The winner then goes on to face the next challenger in a match of that person’s choosing and this happens until every person has entered and there is only one left standing. In that match, we saw a submissions match, a first blood match, fans bring weapons match, a last person standing match, and a just straight up hardcore match. Each match brought something different, something violent and I know we have the people on this roster that can do just that as well.

The crowd begins to buzz again as Isabella just smiles and continues to look around.

Isabella Santiago: Now, obviously our Undisputed Champion, Emelie Sanclemente will be in this match, but we need to figure out who the other six are going to be, don’t we? Well, over the course of the next few weeks, we will be seeing six qualifying matches with the winners moving on to compete in the Guardians of the Pyramid match itself. Shall I tell everyone who will be competing in the matches?

The crowd cheers as Isabella just chuckles and nods her head.

Isabella Santiago: Okay, okay. Here are the twelve people who will be competing in the qualifying matches. We will see Anton Crowley, Angel Kusanagi, Griffin Hawkins, Sela Rica-Lark, Cali-Kate, Super Tiger, Trenton Page, Debby Haze, Eavan Maloney, Mai Blackman, River Chance, and Angel Kash! Now, after these qualifying matches are over, we will have a seven person elimination match that will decide the order of entry into this match. To the twelve of you, good luck.

And with that, Isabella hands the microphone off and steps out of the ring and heads back up the ramp.

A black SUV arrives in the garage area of the Collision Center, and Eavan Maloney steps out dressed in black leather and sporting sunglasses and a split lip. As the driver gets her gear bag for her, she’s confronted by an interviewer and cameraman.

Interviewer: Eavan Maloney, we got reports last night about you being admitted, and subsequently releasing yourself from hospital. Can you tell us what happened?

Eavan Maloney slowly takes off her sunglasses, sporting a shiner over her left eye. She hooks the sunglasses to her shirt as she rolls her eyes.

Eavan Maloney: I was in a war with Bella Robinson last night in WWA, where I lost my World Championship. During the match, I got a stinger and after I went through the curtain, I was told I collapsed. Woke up in hospital, they asked me the usual questions, I passed. They told me what happened, said it was likely minor but considering my history of concussions, they were taking precautions. They wanted to keep me for 48 hours but I knew I had to be here tonight, so I signed myself out, called home to tell the wives I was okay…

Just as Eavan mentions them, Katra and Adriana Zdunich show up and start checking Eavan over, Katra saddened by the bruise and lip on her wife as Adriana checks her over.

Eavan Maloney: As you can see, they worry about me. Feels pretty damn good considering what I’ve gone through as of late.

Interviewer: How prepared are you for your Trauma debut against Maki?

Eavan shrugs.

Eavan Maloney: Considerably less prepared than I was last night, but I’ve been in situations like this in the past. Have to put one match aside and focus on another. I know Maki’s hungry to make a name for herself here, as am I. She’ll obviously be fresher going into the match which will give her a hell of an advantage, but honestly? I work better from underneath anyways, I’ve always been the underdog, so tonight is no different for me. Maki is a legend in this industry. A world traveller, championships galore, she’s as tough as they come. I just hope she learned a little bit of what I can do from HER wife.

Interviewer: Are you concerned about conflict in the locker room, or fan reactions?

Eavan shakes her head and smirks.

Eavan Maloney: I come with a certain level of notoriety, that’s a given. I’m more infamous for my life outside of the ring than in it. Inside that ring, though, I’m a twelve-time champion. I’m small, but I’m strong. I can take a lot and keep coming back for more. I’ve gone through training that would terrify most people, and above all of that, I am Krigare. A true warrior. Tonight, win or lose, I will remind the NFW fans EXACTLY who I am and what I’m capable. And my first outing here on Trauma, they couldn’t have given me a bigger opponent than Maki. There’s a mutual respect, and a mutual desire to mutilate. Don’t let this black eye and this split lip fool you. Maki, I’ll get the last word by the time this night is over. Krigare out.

Singles Match

Erick St. John vs Kyami Nya

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall introducing first…

The lights go out in the arena as Moonlight Sonata by E.S. Posthumus starts playing. As this happens, the name ERICK ST. JOHN appears on the big screen.

Thea Crawford: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 215 pounds, from Los Angeles, California, ERICK SAINT JOHN!!!

St. John steps out onto the stage expressionless and a spotlight follows him to the ring. Once in the ring, the lights come back on and Erick St. John is ready for business.

Thea Crawford: His opponent from Inage-ku, Chiba, Japan, weighing in at 118 pounds...Kyamī Nyā!!!

Neon strobes of light in different shades of purple, green, pink, and blue begin circling around the arena, the remaining lights dimming save for the entrance way. A few seconds later, the sounds of “KAMIKAZE” by D’espairsRay begin to be heard on the sound system. As the instrumental picks up, we see ‘Miss Meow’ Kyamī Nyā steps out onto the stage, a bright smile on her face as the fans cheer her on. Their reaction makes her jump with joy, giving a big wave, before she starts making her way to the ring. Slapping hands with a few fans along the way, Kyamī skip-runs to the ring, sliding underneath the bottom rope.

Kyamī gives a quick wink and meow to the camera before getting up to her feet and heading to the nearest turnbuckle. Climbing up to the second rope, Kyamī gives another wave, playfully clawing the air a bit and then jumping down. She makes her way to the center of the ring where she poses claws out before dropping to her knees and kneeling herself down, bowing to the cheering masses. Kyamī rises to her feet once more, blowing a kiss before shifting her focus to the task at hand, her music fading to silence soon after.

~DING DING DING~

The bell rung and St.John charged and unleashed a ferocious attack on Kyamī who rallied back but the extra power and height he used to his advantage and hit a gutwrench neckbreaker. He went for a quick pin but Kyamī slithered out of his reach and somehow seemed to turn the tide against the bigger man with Cat Claw strikes to his eyes and his back. He stumbled into a jumping spiked hurricanrana and rolled himself to the corner for a breather but there was no way Kyamī would let him off that easily. She hit a reverse roundhouse kick but St.John swatted her away and hit a vicious forearm uppercut which he followed up with a spear and then lifted her up into a devastating brainbuster Erick St.John, he went to cover her but she kept rolling out of his reach and finally he slapped the matt in frustration then grabbed her and whipped Kyamī hard into the opposite corner and as she bounced out went for a Jumping cutter but she held on and nailed a dragon suplex and as he got up she hit a running Yakuza kick and covered him for only a two count.

She had the advantage and was using it to her advantage by eye raking St.John on the ropes and as he stumbled she ran to the corner and went for a missile dropkick but St.John moved at the last minute and nailed her with a reverse punt kick and her head hit the mat hard. Erick St.John quickly took over control of the match, lifting Kyamī off her feet and hung her legs off the ropes into a rope hung DDT. He pulled her to her feet and hit a spinning back elbow that made her stumble into the ropes and she rebounded for a clothesline but he stopped it with a clothesline of his own but he fell to one knee as Kyamī started to get to her feet, dazed and was hit with a vicious superkick by St.John but she had the intelligence to roll under the rope and then hit him with a flurry of kicks to the midsection as he tried to grab her. Her defense was not enough as he dragged her to the middle of the ring and headbutted her hard and then hit a stiff right at the midsection of Kyamī and hit the jumping cutter again and covered her for a very close 2.5 count.

Erick St.John slapped the mat in frustration again as he pulled Kyamī to her feet and called for Humble Thyself and as he lifted her up for the crucifix she slide out of it and chop blocked him to the back of his knees in desperation. As St.John held his knee she climbed on him and applied a camel clutch and he was shouting in pain and just could not get his body to the ropes so he gained all the strength left in him and got to his feet and fell backwards into the corner with Kyamī on his back. He smiled as he saw his opponent struggling to breathe and now it was definitely time for Humble Thyself but amazingly again she countered it in midair into a small package for the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, Kyamī Nyā!

Kyamī Nyā held her hand up high as she felt her back in pain and wasn’t ready for the superkick to the back of her head by St.John which knocked her up and over the top rope. He rolled under the bottom rope, grabbed her and whipped her into the guard rail and then into the ring apron and she fell forward so he gave her a spinebuster onto the apron, looked under the ring, grabbed a chair as he got on top of the apron. He pulled her up and slammed the chair over her head so hard the chair bent in half. He grabbed her as she was falling off the apron and hit HUMBLE THYSELF on her onto the steel steps. The sound of the thud was audible throughout the arena as Erick St.John smiled and walked from the ring

Result: Pinfall

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Melissa Aki was at the arena for Trauma 18. She was in the locker room, staring intently at the mirror as the other female wrestlers went to the canteen for their lunch. She didn’t want to eat and knew Super Tiger would want her to as well as Angel Kusanagi but she never had food before an event. Food made you lazy in that ring, you felt uncomfortable and in some cases you could feel bloated. She always lived on her wits, her speed, her striking ability. This was not the time for eating and making pointless small talk or even making out with Angel in front of the whole roster. She stared at the mirror for an age but she could not see that demonic Daniela.
All of a sudden a black mist surrounded the mirror and a form of some kind was emerging as the glass became consumed by this black aura. Then the black mist slowly started to turn into a shape, inch by inch it grew from the mass to a blob and then settled on a female form.She had seen this form before. It was that of Daniela’s supervisor.

Maki: “What are you doing here, Persephone?”

Persephone: “The limited human. Why did you summon me, you filthy cockroach? I am busy, you know? Souls to torture, a ledger to increase. It is a hard job controlling the minions so that we hit our targets. Your soul is already in the ledger. I have no need to…
Melissa glared at the faceless black mass and realised that the one she was speaking to could literally wipe her off the face of the earth. If only she had remembered to use salt. She never understood why salt was a barrier to these demons but she wasn’t about to ask this demonic manager anything.

Maki: “I shall, what, unsummon you? No, is that even a word? Anyway, Persephone, why is Daniela stalking Super Tiger’s dreams and moving around her home? Tell her to stop. She is my friend and I do not want her hurt by your demonic shenanigans!

Persephone: “Is that what all this is about? Did I not mention my ledger before? Daniela has her targets to meet otherwise it's her turn to be tortured with paper cuts to her eyeballs. You humans and your “friends” it's all bullshit so you can get validation for your miserable lives. I am sorry Daniela is busy right now. Hehehe she has begun the reaping process of this...let me check...Risa. You need help with the disgusting whore Evan? Oh I see that look, human. I see you smiling at that as your fellow human is being stalked you now feel she isn’t inside you. Daniela is in two places at once as time does not exist for us or anyone....

The door burst open and Angel Kusanagi walked in holding a massive plate of vegan treats and smiling as she does, which only Maki can see as the slight upturn of the lip was clearly evident.

Angel: Oi! Mellie-chan!

Angel calls out from across the locker room as she sets the plate down on the table before walking over to her wife. As usual, Angel speaks in Japanese with subtitles on the screen serving to translate for her; arms wrapping around Maki from behind.

Angel: You’ve got that look on your face.

Angel looks into the mirror with a stone hard gaze in her eyes.

Angel: Is it her again?

Maki: Erm, either I need to learn to speak Japanese better or you need to learn Korean, babylove. Yes, she has been haunting Super Tiger’s dreams but this time it was her manager, Persephone. She is scary as hell! Anyway, I tried to get them to back off of her but it doesn't seem like I helped much.

Angel: Peh! Maki-chan forget Tiger girl! Kawaii Go in way. Not us? We break face!

Angel paused, holding up a finger to signify she had another point to make.

Angel: Daniela-chan and demon queen bitch need piss fuck off!

Maki: Look, I know baby. I am sick of these twisted fucks, you know? Now I gotta go out and beat the living shit out of Eavan. She waltzes back in and then she gets a match against me. Does she not know what I am capable of? Why would she even be okay with it? I mean she married into my swedish house mafia so I am feeling conflicted about bitching that drama queen out, you know?

This was where Angel looked conflicted. The blonde rubbing her chin with a torn look on her face. Maki was her wife. Eavan was her friend.

Angel: Mmh. No bitch out. Go out and break face. Give all. Eavie-chan give all. You slip, she break you face. Break hers first. Friends after!

Angel nodded in agreement to her own statement as if she knew she’d made a great point.

Maki: Hmm Angelface, me and her aint friends, even if you are. Not even close. This bitch states I am a legend just to get under my skin, it's disingenuous at best. I am a freaking psychological assassin and you bet your last yen I am going to break her damned face. Swedish House Mafia or not. I am the god damned United States number one contender and the United States of Maki will not accept defeat to this two bit freak. She will be lucky if I don’t stick a god damn drill in her vagina but she would probably like that!

She embraced Angel and they started to make out before Angel started to slide down out of view.

Maki: This might be her re-debut but this is my first singles match and failure is not an option. You’re so….oh my baby...erm lost my trail of….damn! Okay out you guys, I got my pre-match ritual to attend to.

Maki slams a hand over the camera lens and the screen goes back.

Singles Match

Eavan Maloney vs Maki

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first….

The lights go out, a loud sound like a giant heartbeat sounds every second, the lights flash around the arena, then a red spotlight hits the entrance way as Halestorms's Sick I individual hits. The light hits Maki with her back to the audience. She is on her hands and knees, she slowly crawls her way to the ring.

Well you think that you know what I am but you don't.
'Cause I say what you can't and I do what you won't.
I like it loud, wear it proud, like a crown upon my head
I'll always be this way 'till the day that I'm dead

'Cause I'm a sick individual
And I'm doing this thing called whatever the fuck I want, want, want
I'm unusual

Thea Crawford: From Brighton, England! Weighing in at 155 pounds. She is...MAKI!!!!!!

She slowly crawls to the ring, with her hair down to her shoulders, her white face paint, with scribbles on her body of "Help".

'Cause I'm a sick individual

She crawls to the ring and slides under the bottom rope.

'Cause I'm a sick individual

She sits in the ring with her head bent back, laughing manically, and then flips herself to her feet.

And I'm doing this thing called whatever the fuck I want

Her tongue is sticking out as she whispers Korean to herself.

Thea Crawford: And her opponent….

Disturbed’s “Warrior” roars through the arena and the fans are up on their feet, awaiting the arrival of Krigare. Eavan Maloney rolls out onto the stage on a black and red low-rider Harley Davidson motorcycle, dressed in leather from head to toe including her Shieldmaidens kutte, and a Deadpool-inspired helmet.

Thea Crawford: From New Orleans, Louisiana, representing the Shieldmaidens. She is the Ultimat Krigare… EAVAN… MALONEY!!!!

Eavan rides around the ring and parks at the bottom of the ramp. She takes her helmet off and places it on the seat, as she lets her grey and purple hair fall loose before sliding under the bottom rope and into the ring. Eavan gets up on the second turnbuckles and smirks out into the crowd, soaking in whatever reaction she receives before hopping down.

~DING DING DING~

If anyone expected this to be a contender for match of the night, well...they weren’t wrong! In a hard hitting and electric match, Maki and Eavan Maloney locked up and went right at one another, firing back and forth with stiff strikes. One would deliver a strike then goad the other to give a shot back. Things finally started looking to be picking up when Eavan called for a shot from Maki but as Maki went for it, Eavan juked around behind her and went for a Snap German Suplex. Maki landed but managed to land right and roll through it, back onto her feet. Eavan sat up out of the suplex just as Maki came charging in for a penalty kick that went POP across the arena as it connected. Maki picked Eavan up, hoisting her across her shoulders where she performed a Samoan Driver for a 2 count but nothing more. She looked a little annoyed, sure, but nobody expected either of these two to stay down on the mat easy. As she continued the opening punishment with Eavan, Maki went for a Double Underhook Suplex which Eavan wriggled out of, landing on her feet and moved to Irish whip Maki. Maki reversed and sent Eavan into the ropes but Eavan countered, coming off the ropes with a high springboard Hurricanrana and Maki went down, rolling out of the ring and to the floor on her feet as Eavan popped up to her feet as well.

Eavan hit the ropes while Maki was catching her breath but she saw Eavan coming for her Suicide Dive and stepped out of the way. Eavan scouted the dodge and stopped short, grabbing the ropes to slingshot herself over onto the apron instead of diving through. As Maki turned back from the crowd to the ring, Eavan stepped towards her from up on the apron and POW!!! DEFANG THE DRAGON!! Maki takes the elevated superkick to the face and hits the floor. The crowd pops for Eavan as she stays on the apron, waiting for Maki to pull herself back up to her feet. As she does, Eavan comes running along the apron. Maki turns. Eavan jumps! NOLA MAKEOVER OUT ON THE RINGSIDE FLOOR!!! Maki recoils back from the maneuver as Eavan sprawls out on the floor, both women laid out. The referee starts his count towards 20 and both Maki and Eavan start working on getting to their feet. Maki’s up at about 9 and rolls into the ring, resting on a knee as Eavan continues to slowly pull herself up. She makes it to the apron at about 17, holding her head from the self-impact due to the NOLA Makeover. As she starts getting into the ring then, Maki seizes the opportunity, running over and catches Eavan in a double underhook, dragging her in with her feet hanging on the ropes. BRIGHTON BOMB!!! Cover but only for a 2.9!!

Maki pulls herself up to her feet, waiting for Eavan again. Eavan pulls herself up on the ropes and turns towards Maki. Maki goes for it! MAKIHOU--NO! Eavan ducks it and steps in with a boot to the midsection. Maki doubles over and Eavan catches her in a double underhook! GNAT GNA--NO!! Maki manages to twist out of it. Eavan lunges in for a discus lariat. Maki ducks! Eavan goes passed her and spins around again. MAKIHOUSE KICK!!!!!! Eavan hits the mat on her back as Maki falls to her knees and collapses over on top of her for the cover. 1! 2! 3!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner! MAKI!!!!!

Andrew Payne: One hell of a match, Mir! I bet you’re glad to see Eavan back, huh?

Miranda Augustino: Not the homecoming I was hoping for but she’ll bounce back. I know she will!

Result: Pinfall

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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 accompanied 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, no smile and walking with purpose with a mic in her hands. She gets about halfway down the ramp when she stops and looks over at the audience. A slight smirk hits her face before she looks back at the ring for a moment.

“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 reaches ringside and rolls into the ring. As she stands, her eyes close and she lulls her head around in a couple circles. She takes a couple paces in the ring, twirling the mic with one hand and twirling her hair with the other. Her music fades as the chorus hits. She looks up at the audience who continue to launch a tirade of boos at her.

Sela: And so it goes, I don't stand here the Undisputed champion tonight.

The audience cheers at this fact. Sela flatly ignores them.

Sela: To be honest, I'm neither disappointed nor dismayed. I set out for playtime for a prize and I didn't play as hard as Emelie did. Hah, it's not the outcome I would have wished for, but it was the outcome both she and I needed.

Sela paces the ring a bit, her eyes looking up for a moment as she starts to speak again.

Sela: Yes you heard that correctly. Emelie needed to show that she was the champ, the face of the Trauma brand. And as I proved in the build up, she did little to help that, but look at her now. A new confidence born in her. Even other champions around the world took notice as she showed off exactly who she was and why at Manifest Destiny.

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

Sela: You're welcome.

Sela starts to chuckle a little now as she moves backwards to the ropes..

Sela: Oh I know, I know, you all think I'm trying to play my own horn again and you probably suspect I've gone too far. But let's face it, until I stepped up, most had nearly forgotten she is the champ. And now no one will forget. Which will make it all the more sweeter when I take it from her next time.

Sela cackles loudly, as she starts to sway against the ropes.

Sela: Yes I'll be coming back for it. In time. And it will be different this time. Until then, Emelie, watch your step because I was just the first. Others are going to come for you and eventually you'll falter. Then I will strike again. Long live the Underground Queen!

Sela bursts out into a sadistic laughing fit as she tosses the mic aside and rolls around the ring before rolling out and falling to the mats below. Her music hits and the camera gets a close up of Sela's face with an almost animalistic grin as her hair has fallen over her face. That is the image we are left with as the scene fades out.

Singles Match

Daokueki vs Arley Kirk

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

The lights in the arena dim, thumping and alternating between green and white with the tempo of the music. The 'Tron lights up, featuring the custom image of the Dragon billowing smoke and clutching a hatchet in each of it's foreclaws.

"GO!"

Dokueki comes out of the curtain, turning her head toward the ceiling and roars, raising her tanabo war club, decorated in golden Scottish filigree, the metal studs a dull green, high over her head.

Thea Crawford: Introducing first, from Tokyo, Japan, Dokueki!

"This ain't a test, fuck the rest
Time to set the record straight
Talk your shit behind my back
Let's hear you say it to my face
I've heard the words fall out your lips
You little trendy fucking bitch
The time has come to get you some
'Cause I just do not give a shit"

Dokueki spews a bit of her trademark mist into the air with another roar, slamming the head of the club down onto the ramp before throwing it over her shoulder. She stares straight ahead as she makes her way down the ramp, turning to the cameraman at the bottom to point to her t-shirt before making as if she's going to jump at the camera. She turns, and climbs the steel ring stairs, making her way onto the apron.

"Do you take me for a fool!?
How's it feel to be a tool!?
See to me you're just a cancer!
Motherfucker, war is the answer!"

Dokueki raises the club in her hand again, flexing her muscles before spewing another shot of Mist into the air with another roar before climbing through the ropes and into the ring, stalking a bit before backing into her corner to await the beginning of her match.

"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: "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..

~DING DING DING~

The bell rings and Dokueki walks out of her corner to the middle of the ring, a sadistic grin on her face as she stares down at the much smaller Arley Kirk. The Suicide Blonde, to her credit, shows no fear, walking right up to the Poison Dragon with a grin on her face, clapping her hands for the audience. As she gets to Dokueki, the Asian monster swings a brutal backhanded chop, but Arley ducks underneath, coming back at full speed off the ropes. Dokueki looks for the big boot, but AK uses her speed again, rolling under and hitting the ropes on the opposite side before leaping up and taking Dokueki to the mat with a headscissors whip. She doesn’t have long to gather her bearings though as the Poison Dragon immediately rises to her feet, the grin on her face now gone. She swings at Kirk again, who ducks, straight into a high rising knee, which catches the blonde on the temple and staggers her. Dokueki grabs Arley’s face, palming it like a basketball, and lifts the smaller woman, driving her down with a vicious Clawslam! She puts her foot on AK’s chest, but the larger half of Kawaii Trash Pandas GO!!! gets her shoulder up at two.

Dokueki sneers, reaching down and grabbing Arley by her ears to pull her to her feet, but Arley throws a kick from the prone position, catching the Dragon on the top of the head and causing her to let go and back up a step. Kirk kips up to her feet, and rushes in, throwing a barrage of strikes at her larger opponent, but Dokueki slaps most of them aside, and the ones that do land seem to have little to no effect. On another missed strike attempt, Arley goes back to her speed, hitting the ropes and springboarding into a dropkick before kipping up to her feet and hitting a standing moonsault into a cover. The referee doesn’t even get down in time for Dokueki to kick out, and Kirk frowns, running to rebound off the ropes. As soon as she does, however, the Poison Dragon LEVELS her with a brutal lariat before picking her up and putting her in the inverted fireman’s carry. DRAGON’S LAST - No! Kirk wriggles free, landing on her feet, and kicks the larger woman hard in the thigh a few times before hitting the ropes again. She slides between Dokueki’s legs, catching her ankle and causing her to stumble before hitting the ropes again and dodges another lariat by sliding under on her knees. She gets to her feet, and it’s evident the Dragon is not happy with this game of cat and mouse.

Dokueki continues to throw heavy strikes, but Arley utilizes her speed advantage, ducking, dodging, and rolling out of the way of each one. As the Suicide Blonde rebounds off the ropes yet again, the Dragon steps forward, bending down to execute a backdrop, but Arley rolls over her back and lands on her feet. She turns toward Dokueki, throwing out both fists with a huge smile on her face, the same way she would to fist bump Super Tiger.

Arley Kirk: YUH DRAGON!!!

The crowd responds with a chorus of “Yuh Grrrl!”, but Dokueki lashes out, lightning quick, and grabs both of Arley’s wrists, startling the blonde as she’s pulled in roughly and finds a hand around her throat, and one on the back of her head. She throws chops and kicks into Dokueki, but the Asian monster doesn’t budge.

Dokueki: NO, COYOTE!

The crowd's cheers go immediately silent. Arley struggles in Dokueki’s grasp but the larger woman leans her head back, and then headbutts Kirk, hard, three times in succession, leaving the Suicide Blonde dazed and still in her hands. The Dragon roars, rage on her face, as she leans in and bites down HARD on Kirk’s eyebrow, yanking her head back. Blood begins to flow freely, covering the lower half of Dokueki’s face and almost immediately giving Arley a crimson mask. Kirk screams out in pain but has no time to try to escape as, within full sight of the referee, Dokueki leans forward again and sprays the POISON MIST directly into Arley’s face and the wound she’s caused. Shock shoots across Arley’s face as she goes limp in Dokueki’s hands, and the referee calls for the bell immediately. Dokueki drops Arley to the mat in a heap, the referee immediately getting in between the two women. The Dragon turns her back, grinning, a mixture of black mist and blood on her face, as the referee is already calling for the doctor. He throws up his arms in the dreaded ‘X’, and paramedics rush down to the ring as The Poison Dragon steps through the ropes and drops down to the floor.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Your winner via Disqualification, Arley Kirk!

Super Tiger leaps the barricade from the crowd, trying to get through the paramedics and officials, but she’s held back. She shouts at Dokueki, who ignores her as she turns to walk up the ramp. Arley has been put onto a stretcher, and two paramedics begin the brisk pace to the back, but as they go to pass Dokueki, the Poison Dragon turns, and flips the stretcher onto its side! Security grabs the Asian woman, holding her back as the paramedics right the stretcher, three men holding Dokueki back as Kirk is rushed up the ramp and off-screen.

Andrew Payne: Are you kidding me?! Someone get that damn maniac outta here!

Miranda Augustino: Crazy bitch!

Result: Disqualification

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Amy Connors: Tonight I have the pleasure of interviewing Seo-hyung Kwon and her Dark Army Chan.

Entering the screen from the left is Kwon and entering on the right are the three members of Dark Army Chan. Each dressed completely in black. One wears a white fox mask, one wears a white owl mask and the third, slightly taller one wears a white rabbit mask. Upon entering the screen, they take a keen interest in Amy, who starts to look uncomfortable.

Amy Connors: We should begin with the question of the whereabouts of Kan Tai, the handler of Dark Army Chan.

Seo-hyung Kwon: It is unfortunate. The injuries she sustained last night during her dog collar match with the Poison Dokueki will put her out of action for quite some time. She will be unable to perform her duties here so I will be here to do it for her. There is no estimate on the time for her return. May she rest in peace.

Amy Connors:She hasn’t died!

Seo-hyung Kwon:Of course not. As I said, she is resting. I hope it is peaceful.

Amy Connors: Tonight, two members of your Dark Army Chan will take on a team that is debuting this week: La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil

Seo-hyung Kwon: Just as the Dark Army Chan did with the Chaos Circus a few weeks ago, the Dark Army Chan will also be victorious tonight against La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil. The fact that they are making their first appearance as a team here tonight, that in itself is just a mere formality. The creators of confusion will take the face painted duo and make their debut a disappointment. Just as the Second City Riot Squad have become the dominant tag team over on the Collision brand, Dark Army Chan will no doubt be the best team here on Trauma.

Amy Connors: You don't really know anything about La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil. How can you prepare for such a team?

Seo-hyung Kwon: Preparation is always taking place. Lady Death is no stranger to those inside of NFW. Perhaps her new tag team partner could be a stranger, but that is not an issue for us. The moment the change was made, we were swift to change gears and refocus. You see, what others fail to comprehend is that this army I have set loose upon Trauma is a well oiled, finely tuned marching machine. A fighting force. A team that harnesses the violence of nature and the blood lust of the animal kingdom. Each one a predator in their own right, she will pounce, swoop and leap onto their prey and devour them at will. La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil will be just that, prey for the Dark Army Chan.

Amy Connors: Which two members will be in the ring tonight?

Seo-hyung Kwon: You will see when we go to the ring.

Amy Connors: Can I speak to the members of your Dark Army Chan?

Seo-hyung Kwon: You may certainly try.

Amy takes a moment to determine which to communicate with first and turns her attention to Rabbit-chan.

Amy Connors: Rabbit-chan, if that’s what I call you. Will you be in the ring tonight with Trash Pandas?

Rabbit-chan looks to her other teammates before responding in a high squeaky voice, each word growing louder each time.

Rabbit-chan: Rabbit. Rabbit. Rabbit. RABBIT!

Owl-chan reaches for the microphone and holds it to her mask.

Owl-chan: Owl. Owl. Owl. Owl. Owl. Owl.

Fox-chan stomps her feet angrily as she grabs the microphone, shaking her head.

Fox-chan: Fox! Fox! Fox! Fox! Fox!

Soon all we hear are each of the Dark Army Chan members saying their name repeatedly as Amy looks at a grinning Seo-hyung Kwon, shakes her head and walks off the set as the scene fades.

Tag Team Match

Dark Army Chan vs Las Sirvientas De Yum Kimil

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

The alternative cover of “Army of Me” by Beanbag begins to play as the lights dim in the arena. The “Dark Army Chan” logo appears on the screen as a spotlight lights up the stage. In single column file, three women march out in succession onto the stage, one after the other and as they get to the ramp they pause. Behind them comes Kan Tai, as she follows them with a sign that simply says, “Dark Army Chan”. As the lyrics start, they begin to march in specific fashion.

Stand up
You've got to manage
I won't sympathize
Anymore

With the beat of the sound of a sledge hammer that is placed in the music, they each take one step, then another, then stop. The woman in the front with the owl mask, tilts her head to one side. The second woman, wearing a fox mask, tilts her head in the other direction, the third one with the rabbit mask looks upward and Kan Tai raises the sign up. All this happens at the same time on that third beat. The fourth beat sees them return back to their original position and continue to march themselves down to the ring as the chorus hits.

Thea Crawford: Accompanied to the ring by Seo-hyung Kwon, from Japan! They are...DARK...ARMY...CHAN!!

And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me
And if you complain once more
You'll meet an army of me

As they make their way around the ring, Kan Tai stops on one side of the ring as the other three continue. At each side, the last member in the procession stops, until the final member is on the fourth and final side. They each climb up onto the apron and the three members of Dark Army Chan slingshot flip into the ring, landing in the center facing each other as Kan Tai slips between the ropes and joins them.

Thea Crawford: And their opponents…. At a combined weight of 270 pounds! Lady Death...and...Santa Muerta… They are..La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil!!!

“Horror Show” begins to play as the arena goes dark and a red and green spotlight appears on the stage and Lady Death and Santa Muerta stand there, their faces painted up and in matching ring gear. Santa Muerta has on a crown of flowers as the two of them look at each other and nod before heading down the ramp. They ignore the fans as they get to the ring and climb up the steps. Santa Meurta leaps over the top rope as Lady Death steps between the ropes. Santa Muerta gets down on her knees and removes her crown before bowing and Lady Death stands over her, letting out a blood curdling scream as the lights come on and the two of them stand up and walk over to their corner.



~DING DING DING~

It was Santa Muerta starting things out for La Sirvientas de Yum Kimil while Owl-chan started things for Dark Army Chan. Santa Muerta looked to introduce herself fiercely to the NFW audience but Owl was as fast as she was small, maneuvering around the ring and evading practically everything Santa Muerta tried to throw at her while hitting her with quick runby strikes and springboard attacks. Owl hadn’t even lost the advantage by the time the first tag was made as she came up to hit a springboard crossbody onto Santa Muerta. As she hit the ropes to jump off, Fox-chan slapped her on the thigh and the ref counted it as a tag. Santa Muerta caught Owl-chan out of the air and hit a Fallaway Slam but as she sat back up, the legal Fox-chan dove into the ring and nailed her with a springboard forearm. The entire time, Rabbit-chan simply stood by ringside with Seo-hyung Kwon, watching from under her mask. Owl-chan slipped out of the ring as Fox-chan took over, using the ropes and - impressively enough - the ring posts to evade Santa Muerta as she came at the smaller girl. One spot included Muerta coming at Fox-chan on the apron only for Fox-chan to juke around the ring post and hit a springboard, swinging inward and catching her with a dropkick into the turnbuckle.

Next, Fox-chan picked Santa Muerta up into a side headlock and ran with her along the ropes to hit a triangle bulldog but she didn’t see the blind tag to Santa Muerta from Lady Death. Lady Death became the legal member for her team as she stepped into the ring and just leveled Fox-chan with a brutal lariat for an inside out spot. Lady Death grabbed Fox-chan for a Deadlift German suplex, flinging her violently back into her corner. She started running in for a corner clothesline but Owl-chan popped her feet up and nailed her in the face with a rope-assisted enziguri, staggering her back as Fox-chan came out of the corner to hit a Throwback. Meanwhile, Owl-chan scaled the turnbuckle and came off of it with a Skytwister Press onto Lady Death for the cover and a three count!

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here are your winners!! Fox and Owl...DARK...ARMY...CHAN!!!

Andrew Payne: I don’t think I’ve ever seen a more dominant display of tag team chemistry than just now, Miranda.

Miranda Augustino: Wow. Coming from a four time tag team champion? That’s saying something!

Result: Pinfall

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Amy: Ladies and gentlemen, my guest at this time, Ms. Wildcard, the Geekette Extraordinaire, Cali-Kate.

Kate bounces up in front of the camera, clearly in a superb mood.

Amy: It seems you are in a good mood despite losing the battle royale at Manifest Destiny.

Cali-Kate: I really can't express how much that fucking sucked. Story of my life that opportunities get away from me...

She holds up the briefcase.

Cali-Kate:... but I'm still gonna fucking bounce right back.

She lowers the briefcase again.

Amy: And you do have your hands full tonight with Mikhail Reinhardt. He's definitely as dangerous as he claims and you're coming off that stinging loss so how does that factor in your mind?

Cali-Kate: The differences between Mikhail and myself are leagues and worlds and galaxies apart. He's the super serious, I'm the super showboat. He's the technically sound, I'm the thousand strikes of fury. He's big, I'm small. But I'm also a Jedi, the Geekette Extraordinaire. I didn't get this far just to port out of this shit when it got tough. I've got the right skillset for this dungeon run, and I intend to make it last this time. All the way to cashing in on the champ.

Amy: The champ who happens to be a close friend of yours.

Kate nods a little bit.

Cali-Kate: Yea, Emelie and I are close. I watched as she pinned Sela fair and square in that ring. It proves she deserves that title and what's more, she won't just give it up. I wouldn't want her to, but the name of the accolade says it all. Wildcard. I can cash in anytime. But looking to that hypothetical isn't what will help tonight.

Kate takes in a deep breath.

Cali-Kate: Mikhail and I are the opposite ends of the spectrum, but even with opposites one can be stronger than the other, overwhelm it and eventually overcome it. I'm sure Mikhail is gonna unleash hell on me, but that's why I bring along a BFG with me: the NFW universe. Without them, I'm nothing more than just some damn bitch trying to talk tough shit. That's always been the biggest difference with all my opponents. It's what makes me the fly in the ointment, the monkey in the wrench...

Audience: THE PAIN IN THE ASS!

Cali-Kate:... and I'm not stopping there either. Once I'm done with Mikhail, my sights go back to cashing in my Wildcard opportunity and making the most of it. Buckle your seat belts in your go karts this time because Game Start...

Kate stops her catchphrase mid sentence as she sees someone approaching. The camera pans back to catch Erick St. John approach. Kate blinks at Erick who stares her down.

Erick: So what you're saying is, you're going to hurry up and wait? Wait for some possible opportune moment to cash in your chance? You can't take the risk of going out there just because you feel like it, take that risk and go for the throat?

He scoffs and shakes his head at her.

Erick: You stand there calling yourself a competitor but you aren't gonna take the chance of losing it all. Putting it all on the line on a hope and a dream. That's where this new generation just doesn't get it: if you want something, don't just keep talking about it, go and make it happen.

He stares at her awhile longer before he walks off, leaving Amy and Cali-Kate with a glare on her face.

Singles Match

Mickhail Reinhardt vs Cali-Kate

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall introducing first…

"Anchor" by That Noise hits as Mikhail Reinhardt looks dead ahead from the top of the ramp, staring to his left and his right as a sick smirk spreads across his face.

Thea Crawford: Making his way to the ring, weighing in at 229 pounds, from Dortmund, North Rhine-Westphalia, Germany, “THE DEVIL” MIKHAIL REINHARDT!!!

He climbs the steps, enters through the middle rope, looking on passively at the opponent about to come through the curtain.

Thea Crawford: His opponent from Laguna Beach, California, weighing in at 136 pounds...CALI-KATE!!!

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. 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~

The bell rang to kick this match off. Kate and Reinhardt circle each other before engaging in headlock tennis, from one to the other reversing each other’s holds. Reinhardt smiles and they lock up again and he pulled her hair to drag her down to the mat while the referee was distracted checking the hold. He drives an elbow into her sternum and another one with a little more force to her windpipe and she holds her throat as Reinhardt shrugs. He lifts her up and whips her so hard to the corner that the ring shakes and he charges in with a running knee and Kate backs up holding her midsection. He hit a european uppercut but his arm landed on the turnbuckle as Kate escaped the attack. As he turned round he was hit with a spinning wheel kick which she followed up with a corner bulldog. Reinhardt felt that and shook the cobwebs as Kate got him to his feet and hit a shining wizard on him. Mikhail rolled to the outside to take a second but then Kate went after him with the referee admonishing both of them but Reinhardt rolled back in the ring and as Kate followed him and got to the apron she was hip tossed into the ring and then hit a backdrop driver and covered her for a two count only.

Erick St.John made his way to ringside as the two combatants were going back and forth with vicious chops which Kate got the better of the exchange and as she hit a series of chops and backhanded slaps to his face she stared down briefly at St.John, who has already beaten down someone today and probably would not need an invitation here. Kate whipped Reinhardt to the ropes and hit a perfect dropkick that knocked him back down and she nailed a double stomp. With Reinhardt in pain she climbed to the top turnbuckle and went for BASS-IC but he rolled away just in time and she hit the mat hard. Reinhardt got to his feet and nailed NIGHT ZERO, the swinging double underhook suplex. Kate was in trouble as Reinhardt seemed to gain more strength out of the pain etched on her face. He grabbed Kate and hit DIE F*CKER, the over the shoulder back-to-belly piledriver. Reinhardt stared down St.John as the former motioned for him to fight him but instead Reinhardt stacked Kate up for almost a three count but she got her shoulder up just in time.

As we were progressing to the latter stages of the match Reinhardt had taken complete control of Kate and now had her locked in the dragon sleeper known as Your Soul is Mine. She had no means of escape but as she was struggling with all her might St.John took a step toward the rope and leaned on the apron. This was enough to get Reinhardt’s attention as he jawjacked with St.John but Kate out of nowhere got him in a schoolgirl roll up for a two count. She was quick on the attack though and whipped him hard into the corner and she ran and hit him with That Bass, the bronco buster and dazed him but as he got up she rolled her eyes and hit The Geek Chic Kick and went to cover him but only for a one count as he had his foot on the rope. Kate stared over at St.John who just looked at her impassively.

Reinhardt was down now but Kate would not take her eyes off St.John which proved to be her undoing as it gave the German the chance to take back control of the match and did so with a running spinebuster which he followed up with FALL FROM GRACE, the sit-out powerbomb. Kate was out of it but Reinhardt was not done yet. He motioned for the top turnbuckle and DEAD LEVEL CITY, the top rope Brainbuster and hooked her leg but her other leg was on the rope. Reinhardt was furious and started arguing with the referee as Kate tried to refocus . Finally he turned his attention back to Kate with furious lefts and rights and then whipped her to the ropes, she ducked a clothesline attempt then rebounded and tilt-to-whirl DDT. She hit him with COMIC-KAZE! She covered him and got the three count.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Ladies and gentlemen, here is your winner, Cali-Kate!

Reinhardt looked furious as he rolled out of the ring in obvious pain as Kate watched him leave she did not see Erick St.John enter with a chair in hand and he slammed it over her head, she fell to the mat and kept hitting it over her head. He grabbed the prone Kate and landed HUMBLE THYSELF on her and onto the chair. He raised his arms with a sick smile as medics came to see if Kate was alright.

Andrew Payne: Now that shit was just un-fucking-called for!

Miranda Augustino: Goddamn, motherfucker! Someone get Katie baby an ice pack!

Result: Pinfall

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The scene opens on a room bathed in red light. A massive Baphomet statue towered in the background. Into the frame walked Anto Crowley. He was dressed in a black and red suit. His black hair is slicked back and pulled into a ponytail. He is soon surrounded by the other members of House Crowley.

Anton Crowley: It has been said that patience is a virtue. I have been patient since I had my chance at the Undisputed title. I have gone to war alongside my House. We fought against some who thought us a trifle. We stood tall in that war. We came out the victors as I knew we would.

Anton folds his arms behind his back. He then starts to pace back and forth slowly.

Anton Crowley: At Manifest Destiny, I ended the pitiful career of Marcello Vitale. After his miraculous trudge through the warriors of my House, he met me in the ring. I warned him he did not want to face me again. I told him that it would not end well. He got lucky, extremely so, in his climb to get to me. I gave him the chance to walk away. I then proved why he was a fool for wanting to tempt fate. The first time we met I let him off easy. This time? This time I gave him the same treatment I gave Nico Salvatore. I destroyed his shoulder and took his career from him.

Anton chuckled darkly.

Anton Crowley: Now I face Trenton Page. After claiming Marcello’s career, Mr. Page shall be the first step on my ascension back to the top. I have one goal for Myself and House Crowley. For too long we have sat back and watched the machinations on Trauma. Now is our time to step into the forefront. We have a shot at the Tag Team titles waiting for us whenever I so choose to take it. I have entered myself into the Vlad Blackheart tournament again this year.

Anton stops his pacing, the statue directly behind him. The position makes it appear that Anton has wings and horns.

Anton Crowley: By years end House Crowley shall have the gold it deserves. I could even go so far as to say we shall hold every title on Trauma. This year has been a chaotic mess. It is fitting that it will end with the Demon Prince sitting on the throne of Trauma, watching over his unholy domain. It will not be a pleasant time for those who oppose me. House Crowley is on the path to domination. Your choices, especially you Trenton Page, are simple. Get out of our way or be destroyed. The choice is yours. Should you need proof just rewatch Manifest Destiny and see what happens to those who think they stand a chance against me.

Anton grins wickedly as the scene fades.

===MAIN EVENT===

Singles Match

Trenton Page vs Anton Crowley

Thea Crawford: The following contest is scheduled for one fall and is your Trauma main event!

"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 arena lights slowly fade out. The crowd murmurs as they anticipate what is to come. The electronic organ intro to “Remember Me (FESTER Remix)” by Code: Pandorum starts up. A red spotlight illuminates the figure of Anton Crowley standing on the ramp. The hood of his entrance cloak is pulled up over his head, keeping his face in shadows.

“I’m going to do it again and again
Until you make them remember!”

The bass drop of the song hits and Anton slowly starts to walk to the ring, the red spotlight following him. The crowd shows their lack of appreciation, some might call it hate, as he walks down the entrance ramp. He just smirks and continues his slow, methodical walk. He slowly climbs the steps as his entrance music fills the arena. He slowly walks along the apron and steps through the ropes.

Thea Crawford: Residing in Los Angeles, California! Weighing in at 215 pounds! He is the leader of House Crowley! The Demon Prince! ANTON...CROWLEY!!!

He makes his way to the center of the ring. He slowly raises his arms up and out from his sides. As he does the red spotlight fades and the arena lights raise. He throws the hood of his cloak back and smirks out at the crowd. As he makes his way to his corner he removes the cloak and places it on the ring apron.

~DING DING DING~

Anton and Trenton circle the ring, locking eyes with each other before locking up in the center. The two of them seem to be at a stalemate before Anton goes behind Trenton and puts him into a waistlock. Trenton though is able to reverse out of it and put Anton into a hammerlock. Anton counters this time and puts Trenton into a side headlock. Anton wrenches on the head and neck as Trenton backs into the ropes and uses them to help push Anton off of him. Anton hits the opposite ropes and as he comes off, the two of them meet in the middle and neither of them budge as Anton goes for a shoulder tackle. Anton looks at Trenton and the two stare each other down for a moment before Anton pokes the eyes of Trenton who stumbles back. With the opening, Anton takes Trenton and sends him into the ropes. Trenton comes off the ropes and gets taken over by a backdrop from Anton who then grabs the left leg of Trenton and drops down, driving his elbow into Trenton’s knee. Anton then begins to stomp away at the leg and knee of Trenton before looking to lock in a figure four. He attempts to put on the submission, but Trenton is able to push him away. Anton comes in and looks for the move again, but Trenton is able to avoid it a second time and push Anton away. Anton then picks Trenton up and sends him into the corner. Anton comes charging in, but Trenton is able to get his boots up and drive them into the face of Anton and staggers him back. Trenton hops up to the second rope and launches himself hitting a tornado DDT onto Anton.

Trenton gets up to his feet and grabs Anton, hitting him with a belly to belly suplex before hooking the leg and getting a two count out of it. Trenton though doesn’t stop, he picks Anton up and sends him into the corner. Trenton charges in and delivers a Yakuza kick to Anton before snapmaring him out of the corner and climbing up to the top rope and hitting a senton dive. Trenton once again hooks the leg and gets another nearfall against Anton. Trenton picks Anton up onto his shoulders and he delivers Dust in the Wind before grabbing Anton and looking to deliver Southern Sunset, but Anton somehow manages to counter out of it and hit Trenton with Lingchi.

Trenton looks stunned after the combination of kicks and punches from Anton as the leader of House Crowley grabs him and delivers a Blue Thunder Driver. Anton goes for the pin and gets a nearfall. Anton doesn’t stop there though as he picks Trenton up from the mat and this time, he delivers The Fall, but Trenton gets his shoulder up just before the three count. Anton though is right there as he grabs the arm of Trenton and locks in In ostium inferos! Trenton does his best to try and fight out of it, but the more he does, the more pressure Anton puts on the hold. Trenton holds on for as long as he can before he has no choice but to tap out.

~DING DING DING~

Thea Crawford: Here is your winner, by submission, Anton Crowley!

Miranda Augustino: Papi is on a roll and soon he’ll be fighting for the Undisputed Championship once again. I just know it.

Andrew Payne: He has to qualify first, Mir.

Miranda Augustino: There’s no way he won’t with how focused he is right now.

Andrew Payne: And that’s our time. For Miranda Augustino, I’m Andrew Payne and we’ll see you next Saturday for another edition of Trauma!

Result: Submission

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