Post by Alice White on Aug 20, 2013 19:20:02 GMT -5
Farah Khan vs Jenny Smith
Jenny came to the ring with a fair amount of heat, the fans really not seeming appreciative of her at all. Farah, on the other hand, only got heat when that Jake Norton character had garnered it in whatever way he pleased.
The bell rings, and the women circle the ring. Jenny goes to lock up with Farah, who also does, just to humor Jenny and the fans. She lifts a knee into the ribs of Jenny, then steps back and kicks Jenny in the ribs, the left, the right, the left again, then a straight sole to the chest that sends Jenny to the mat and sliding a little across the ring from the force of it. Norton howls in excitement, cheering Farah on, and she quickly runs over to start stomping on Jenny while she's down.
Jenny grabs the ankle of Farah and twists it, but Farah kicks her with her free foot. She picks Jenny up and keeps her bent, lifting a knee three times to knee Jenny in the face, the fans doing a "One, Two, Three" count along with the knees to the face. She quickly drops down and covers Jenny, a smile on her face.
ONE
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Kickout by Jenny!
Farah gets up and Jenny follows. She ducks a swing and gets behind Farah, then Farah turns around to be met with a few kicks from Jenny! Jenny forces Farah into a corner, runs at her, but Farah ducks out of the way. Jenny uses her momentum to hop up onto the top turnbuckle, turning around in midair and managing to kick Farah in the side of the head, the crowd getting excited by it. Jenny gets to her feet and picks Farah up, planting her with a DDT. She gets to her feet quickly, hopping onto the top turnbuckle and turning around. She crouches and hops off, looking for a Frog Splash, but Farah is up and rolls out of the way!
Jenny gets up groggily to be met with a Bicycle Kick, and Farah picks up the victory!
Winner: Farah Khan via pinfall at 2:38
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The camera shows Judas Fraggle in a dressing room.
Judas Fraggle: Alex Morgan I know exactly how you feel, you feel embarrassed, I saw you two weeks ago crying your heart out, begging me to not blow up the venue. You made me sick. However you gave me exactly what I wanted, one more chance to embarrass you even more than I already have. However the situation that you’ve put David and I in has got me thinking, it’s not fair on us. There’s going to be four of you out there and only two of us. Then I remember I don’t walk alone, my army is always there. Maybe I should tell them that their services will be required and if anyone tries to sabotage our match then they’ve to get involved right away. It would mean that you Alex Morgan are the one who is at the disadvantage.
Scene fades.
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Triple Threat Match
These three men came in hard, but it didn't seem like the two were very prepared for what Willy Seaman was gonna bring to the table. The first minute was absolute domination on Willy's part, his dad shouting some harsh encouragement the whole time. He whipped Screwball into a corner, then proceeded to plant Seifer into the mat real bad with a DDT that the crowd just loved.
Seifer came to after about a minute while Willy was putting a huge Beatdown on screwball. He actually managed to hit Screwball with a Shining Wizard and cover, but Seifer broke up the pin just in the nick of time. He starts to stomp on Willy, a lot, and Andrew pulls willy out of the ring before things can even start to get bad for him. Willy gets to his feet and pulls at Seifer's ankles, but Seifer stomps on his hand, looking for Willy to get back in.
Willy does slide in, and absorbs a few more stomps before he fights to his feet. He knees Seifer in the gut a few times before tossing him out of the ring, and pulling Screwball into the center of the ring, pinning him for the victory.
Winner: Willy Seaman at 2:59 via pinfall
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Rebecca Martin begins to make her announcements as the opening words from Satellite by Rise Against start up, “Ladies and Gentleman - weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, joining us all the way from Newcastle, England. JAAAAMES FAULDS!” the music kicks in as James begins to walk down the ramp to a mixed reaction from the crowd. James for the most part ignores the majority of the clamoring. He nods to a few backers and leaps up onto the apron and makes his way into the center of the ring to await his challenger.
Martin continues. “…And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California. Being accompanied to the ring by Tori Matthews and Curtis Hughes, at two hundred and eighteen pounds. He is the Mass Manipulator. STEEEEELE MATTHEWS!” A loud short static echoes through the arena before 'Cult Of Personality' by Living Color blasts out of the PA system and the fans boo heavily as 'The Mass Manipulator' Steele Matthews walks out onto the stage followed by his wife Tori and his muscle, Curtis Hughes. The three of them then begin making their way down the ramp, ignoring the fans on the way.
Faulds stares Matthews down, not flinching at the procession coming his way, a look of sheer intensity in his eyes.
Gould: And I don’t think that Faulds is going to be intimidated at all, no matter who Steel brings with him.
Torres: Well you know what they say, pride cometh before the fall.
Once the three reach the ring, Steele hops up onto the ring apron as Tori and Hughes make their way up the steel steps, Steele then climbs through the ropes followed by Tori and Hughes. Steele then walks to one of the far corners and awaits his opponent/the match to start whilst Tori massages his shoulders and Hughes gives him a pep talk as 'Cult Of Personality' fades out.
Steele gets up and goes to the center of the ring where Faulds hasn’t moved an inch nor changed his glare. Steele gets up Faulds’ face, a cocky smirk on his face. As the referee moves to address the two, Faulds and Steele immediately start laying into each other with a flurry of blows. The official calls for the bell starting things.
Gould: These two both fierce competitors, both hungry for victory and we see that here off the bat.
Torres: No kidding, an explosive start to this match, we’ll see who comes out on top.
Matthews and Faulds continue to lay into each other until Matthews unleashes a fierce backhand chop that pushes Faulds back. The crowd reacts to the impact and before James can prepare an offense Steele follows up with a Mongolian chop and a dropkick. Faulds goes down but springs right back up and starts raining down punches on Steele.
Gould: This is turning into a straight brawl; those two seem to have an intense dislike for each other.
Torres: Dislike is an understatement Gould, this is unadulterated hatred.
Matthews now reeling under the mass of blows, backs towards the corner where his bodyguard and wife wait. James gets him into the corner and starts giving him harder strikes, the referee begins to count. “One! Two! Three!” Mrs. Matthews pushes Faulds leg a bit getting his attention for a second, he shouts something at her then goes to strike Matthews again but The Mass Manipulator catches his arm and gives James a short arm clothesline that lays Faulds down. Steele runs back to the corner and hops up to the second rope and jumps onto Faulds but finds no one home.
Gould: And that stomp misses as he Faulds rolls out of the way. Quick thinking and fast reflexes go a long way here.
Torres: Yeah and with both of these guys at the same height, only twenty or so pounds apart, it’s going to come down to who out thinks the other in this matchup.
Faulds and Matthews grab at each other and lock up, Faulds give a European uppercut that stuns Matthew for a second, long enough for Faulds to deliver a rolling elbow that drops him. Faulds starts delivering stomps while the Mass Manipulator is on the ground. Suddenly Tori yells out to the official and gets his attention. While the referee turns to Tori, Curtis Hughes, on the other side of the arena slips into the ropes and rushes James. The Faulds adopts a fighting stance and blocks an attack by Hughes before hitting him with a hard right hand. Hughes staggers a bit then returns the favor while Tori argues with the referee. Steel recovers and charges the back of Faulds’ knee, bringing him to the ground as Hughes exits the ring. Tori lays off on the official who turns around now to see Steele Matthews deliver an elbow drop then go for the cover.
One… Two… Shoulder up!
Gould: The Faulds able to save himself after that rotten attack by Steele’s crony.
Torres: Hey he’s just playing it smart, what a devoted bodyguard.
Gould: Oh please.
Both men circling each other now. Neither man want to be declared a loser here, you can see the look of intensity in Faulds face as he stares down Matthews.
Torres: Look at the confidence in Steele’s face, that’s the look of a winner.
Gould: More like unwarranted cockiness.
The two wrestlers tie up now and a power struggle ensues. Both men strain and as Steele Matthews goes for a change in position he’s snatched up by Faulds who grabs him and picks him up to deliver a resounding scoop slam. The crowd gives a mild reaction to this which Faulds ignores, completely focuses on his opponent. Faulds ricochets off the ropes and hops up for a leg drop. Miss! Steele rolls out of the way and gets up while Faulds nurses his injured behind. Steele goes to deliver a stomp but Fualds scrambles backwards and gets up in time to adopt a defensive stance halting Matthews’ advance. The Mass Manipulator circles around Faulds trying to herd him into the corner.
Gould: Faulds looking more like a boxer now than a wrestler, he’s a great brawler and we’re seeing a lot of that tonight.
Torres: Yeah but will it be enough to overtake The Mass Manipulator? I don’t think so.
As Faulds throws a mean right hand that staggers Steele, he prepares to advance forward but a hand around the ankle nearly trips him up.
Faulds turns his attention to Curtis Hughes who acts innocently then turns to the official and start arguing with him about the interference.
Gould: The official says he saw nothing, Faulds understandably upset about the dirty tactics the Matthews clan keeps pulling.
Torres: If the ref doesn’t see it, it didn’t happen.
Steele from the side of Faulds’ peripheral knocks him down with a mean clothesline. Faulds gets up but another clothes line rocks him sending him back down to the mat. Faulds this time tries to crawl up but a hard boot to his ribs sends him sprawling close to the center of the ring. Steele now goes to climb the corner. Steel reaching the top of the ropes sends out a taunt to which the fans boo loudly. Steel jumps – dropping a vicious elbow but Faulds rolls out of the way. Both men are now on the ground struggling to rise, catching their breath. James Faulds gets up to his knee as Matthews uses the rope to assist him getting up. From a near standing position, both men now rush each other and Faulds strike first with a hard punch to the gut that double Matthews over. Faulds grabs hold of Matthews’ head and DDT!
Matthews lays grabbing his head near the edge of the ring and Faulds grabs hold of the ropes and uses them for leverage as he stomps down on Matthews repeatedly. The referee makes Faulds back away and Steele Matthews rolls out of the ring for a refresher. Curtis Hughes begins giving Steele a pep talk and giving some advice while the count starts. “ONE!” Faulds stares intently, his intensity never fading. “TWO!” Tori now huddles up with the Mass Manipulator and his bodyguard as the three discuss something no one else can hear. “THREE! FOUR!” Finally the huddle breaks as all three peak over to Faulds and Steele slides into the ring.
Gould: What could those three have up their sleeves? The underhanded scheming can’t be allowed to continue.
Torres: Hey you can’t blame Steele Matthews for being a strategist; it’s all part of his secret to success.
Steele now rushes James who seems completely ready for him and starts putting up fierce resistance with his fists.
Gould: Those deadly strikes by Faulds have been his saving grace tonight, but will it be enough to put away the scheming Mass Manipulator?
Steele gets hit a few times and backs off considering a new plan, he circles Faulds, shuffling and taunting the Englishman but Faulds stands his ground like a veteran fighter.
Gould: Seems like James Faulds isn’t buying what he’s selling.
Torres: Oh I’m sure this is all part of the plan.
Steele goes to lock up with James and the Faulds with a mean belly-to-belly suplex sends him for a ride. Steele rubs his lower back in pain as he gets up. He grabs James’ am and goes to throw him into the ropes. James Faulds grabs the ropes and Steel bends over for a flip toss but finds no one there, Faulds runs up and punts Matthews’ in the face. The Mass Manipulator clutches at his injured face as he stumbles back. Faulds move in to try and take advantage of the situation but Steele grabs James and flings him into the corner.
Torres: It was all a ruse!
Steele now charges Faulds and delivers a step up knee to the face. While Faulds is still stunned, he’s grabbed and has his head jerked to get him to move and Steele comes down hard with a running bulldog.
Gould: Faulds on the ground now looking dazed and Steele goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Steele Matthews punches the mat in frustration and gets up. Faulds who is now visibly exhausted begins to rise. Steele goads James urging him to “bring it” to which Faulds is only too happy to comply. Faulds rushes The Mass Manipulator who ducks against the ropes and lifts The Faulds up and over the side of the ring. Faulds goes down with a hard crash. As the count starts,Tori approaches the downed Faulds and begins shouting abuse at him, unleashing a string of insults as the wrestler tries to shake the cobwebs in his head loose. Faulds takes a moment to get up as the referee shouts “THREE!” Curtis Hughes who has been standing nearby now goes towards the announcer table.
Gould: What exactly is he doing?
Torres: Who knows, oh it looks like he’s going to grab one of our chairs here.
Gould: Now that’s not right.
Torres: What do you mean? It’s obviously so Tori has a place to sit, don’t you now anything?
Curtis makes his way towards Tori as Faulds makes obscene gestures back at Tori. “FOUR!” Steele now taps the ref on the shoulder to distract him momentarily, when he turns his head, Curtis goes to try and rush Faulds with the chair. The Faulds however delivers a sharp drop kick to the chair which in its current position slams into Curtis’s face and the crowd pops loudly at the turn of events. Tori’s hands go to her mouth in horror as the large body guard drops like a sack of rocks. Faulds gets up and points at Tori but Steele Matthews takes a run and delivers a suicide dive through the ropes, splattering Faulds all over the barricades as the audience now roars in excitement. The official continues his count “Five! SIX!”
Gould: Both men seem to have taken damage from that attack.
Torres: Come on Steele, don’t let him disrespect your crew like that.
Gould: You are a piece of work, you know that?
Steele sluggishly rises up and rolls into the ring as the official’s count hit’s “EIGHT.” Faulds now fights his way up to his feet as Tori still berates the Englishman. Meanwhile Curtis only now begins to rouse. Faulds gets an evil look on his face and slides into the ring abruptly ending the count. Faulds and Steele now both appear to be feeling the effects of this match however both circle each other trying to now show signs of wear. Steele makes the first move and jumps in with a feint trying to unsettle Faulds but James meets him and yanks him into the ropes. Faulds goes to bounce off the opposite side and as the two go to meet in the middle, Faulds leaps up and traps Matthews with a Lou Thesz Press righti n front of Tori’s position at ringside. Tori begins to scream as Faulds delivers a furious fusillade of fists. Steele does his best to cover himself but the Faulds keeps hammering away at his defense as Tori grabs her hair and shrieks for him to stop. Faulds hits a few more times until he is satisfied and points an accusing finger at her and shouts back. Through the cheering of the crowd only a few words are made out to the general public “Is this what you wanted? You think he’s so-“ again he begins to slam Steele’s head into the ground and deliver another volley of punishing punches. The official then calls for The Faulds to back off. Steele takes a while to get up seeming to now know where he is. As he stands the crowd can see his lips and nose have a smearing of blood on them. Steele orients himself then to everyone’s surprise grins.
Gould: Why would that man be smiling?
Torres: Don’t you know anything? Steele Matthews knows he got under James’ skin.
Gould: Looks more like he got his skin broken to me.
Torres: You just don’t understand the ways of the Mass Manipulator.
Steele charges at Faulds, and both men go over the top rope and out to the outside. They keep exchanging blows, and the count begins again. "ONE! TWO!" Steele whips Faulds into the ringpost, the crowd booing him loudly and he yells at a fan in the front to shut up. "THREE! FOUR!" Steele tosses Faulds over the guardrail and into the crowd now, then takes a few steps back, jumping over and hitting him with a diving clothesline. The men continue to battle outside all the way to a count out as the fans go crazy and we fade to commercial.
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We open from commercial in Alex Morgan's office, where he is signing some forms. Robert Martin comes in with Isaac bloom.
Morgan: Can I help you fellas?
Martin: What in the hell are you doing, Alex?
Morgan: *looks down* Uh, some papers for upcoming events. Ya know, owner related, wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, stuff.
Martin: Right. Well how about you set up an opponent for Martinez at the PPV?
Morgan: Alright. One step ahead really. The guys who don't win the tournament will face him in a good ol' fatal four way.
Martin: Nice. Seems like a rushed, half baked plan, but nice.
Martin shakes his head in disappointment and leaves as we to back to the arena.
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Trent Brown vs Sebastian Jankowski
The bubbly voice of Rebecca Martin, ring announcer for the NAW is heard over the loudspeaker “Ladies and Gentlemen - this following contest is scheduled for one fall and will determine who moves past the second round of the Championship tournament. First from Poznan, Poland.” The opening notes from Limp Bizket’s Gold Cobra thunder through the speakers as the crowd begins to cheer. “Weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds. Sebastiiiiiian Jankoooooowski!” Sebastian Jankowski leaps out from behind the gorilla position and begins to bump in tune with the music. He basks in the crowd’s support as he makes his way down to the ring, taking his time slapping hands with the fans and stopping by to dance with the young ladies in the crowd.
Malcolm Gould: Well it seems the crowd loves Sebastian Jankowski, definitely a solid competitor with a distinguished history here in the NAW.
Jim Torres: Well if I was him I’d have my head on the challenge ahead of me. All this show boating’s not helping anyone.
Sebastian makes his way to ring and walks up the metal steps throwing a fist into the air which receives an audible pop from the crowd. Sebastian goes to the center of the ring and does a little shadow boxing to amuse the spectators as the rapping enters the music and the song fades out. Rebecca chimes in again. “And his opponent, all the way from Dublin, Ireland.” The starting chords to Volbeat’s A Warriors Call blast through the speakers. “Weight in at two hundred and sixty seven pounds, Trent Brown!” Trent immediately emerges and proceeds down the ramp. Fans erupt in boos and hurl insults his way. Trent focuses a predatory gaze on the ring.
Torres: Now look the intensity on Trent’s face, that’s a competitor who is in it to win it.
Gould: There’s no denying that focus, but Sebastian is no slouch either. This is definitely going to be a match for the history books, I can feel it.
Trent coolly rolls into the ring and fixates his leer at Jankowski. Official Eddie Higgins asks both men if they are ready to which both respond positively. Higgins then taking a second to pat each man down for illegal weapons to which Trent rolls his eyes but obliges.
Gould: You know I was talking to Barry Lincoln back stage and he was telling me that Trent is thirsty for this championship, he didn’t seem too pleased with his last showing but he stated he was moving forward and is concentrating on this tournament going forward.
Torres: I think Sebastian better be careful because there’s a lot of pent up rage there.
Higgins signals for the ring and Trent and Jankowski start off by circling each other, one trying to size the other one up. Trent tries to lounge forward but Sebastian quickly leaps back still looking for an opening in his opponent’s defenses.
Gould: And Jankowski smartly keeping his distance, Trent has a definite size advantage in this ‘bout, it will be up to Sebastian to stay out of the larger man’s reach to stay in it.
Trent tries to grab at Sebastian again but Jankowski weaves to the side and deliver a quick kick to Brown’s mid-section. Trent makes a grab for Jankowski again and a third time he catches nothing but air, Jankowski capitalizes on this and goes to throw a right hand at Trent. The hit lands but the larger Trent immediately retaliates with a right hand of his own that knocks Jankowski off balance. Sebastian quickly reels back and gathers himself. Still backpedaling, he leads Trent around the arena.
Gould: A quick little exchange there, but nothing game changing just yet.
Sebastian bounces back off the ropes and runs towards Trent, ducking under a fierce right hand, he ricochets off the ropes again and charges Trent then jumps at him attempting to grab his head but Brown grabs him right out of the air. Trent squeezes Jankowski in a bear hug but Jankowski rains down blows with his free hand until Trent lets go. Trent and Sebastian then start to exchange blows, the lighter more agile wrestler backs off a bit and kicks Brown in the stomach. Brown bends over a little to which the White-Red Kid responds by delivering a fierce kick to the face. Sebastian throws himself backwards again and uses the ropes to launch himself forward, he leaps up and delivers a drop kick, sending Trent to the mat. The crowd reacts with a small cheer as Jankowski springs back up and raises his fists triumphantly. Brown gets up and makes a charge at Jankowski who deftly leaps out of the way. He bounds backwards, once again using momentum off the ropes to deliver a high impact leg lariat and Trent goes down hard. The crowd cheers again at this.
Gould: Sebastian displaying some of his superb agility in this match.
Torres: I wouldn’t count Trent out yet.
Trent gets up infuriated, his face the image of sheer rage, He stands still waiting for Sebastian to come to him this time. Jankowski looks for an opening as Trent turns to face him with every move he makes. Sebastian gets just inside striking distance but hops back out, trying to taunt the bigger man into making a move. Trent doesn’t fall for it and dares the Polish wrester to come forward. Jankowski responds to the challenge, he backs up and goes for a spinning back kick but Trent catches his leg…
Torres: Uh-oh Sebastian’s in for it now!
Trent yanks the leg back, bringing Jankowski within range close enough to grapple as Jankowski struggles to stay up, hopping on his on free leg. Trent lets go of the leg and grabs Jankowski around his waist before the lighter wrestler has a chance to flee. Trent lifts Sebastian off his feet and delivers a punishing belly to back suplex. Trent gets up and waits for Sebastian to stand before grabbing him again and delivering a mean belly-to-belly suplex, this time the lighter wrestler is jostled about as his frame tumbles back from the impact.
Gould: Jankowski looks shaken by that Suplex.
Torres: Yeah he’s in for a world of hurt now.
Trent immediately falls onto Jankowski before he has a chance to recover, clubbing him with repeated right hands. The aggressor battles Jankowski into the corner where he inflicts a foot choke. Eddie Higgins immediately begins his count as Jankowski fight fruitlessly against it. “ONE! TWO!” Trent pushes even harder, a look of joy in his face as he presses his advantage. “THREE! FOUR!” Trent relents and immediately hits Jankowski with a hard shoulder block. Higgins warns Trent who ignores the official and maliciously grins at Sebastian’s hunched over form.
Gould: The White-Red Kid desperately trying to get some air back into his body after that vicious assault by Trent Brown.
After recovering a little bit, Sebastian steps forward and adopts a fighting stance. Trent immediately pushes an assault but Jankowski immediately locks up with him as both vie for a superior position. Trent starts to gain ground as he pushes his opponent back, his additional weight aiding him. Sebastian lets Trent step forward and twists his torso pulling Trent in an attempt at a hip toss but the larger man counters by planting himself firmly and pulling back. Jankowski breaks the lock up and tries to leap backwards, Trent follows his every step, charging forward and gives Sebastian a devastating running clothesline that sends him over the ropes.
Torres: The Irish monster gives him a taste of BRUTE FORCE.
Gould: Sebastian looks broken from that attack.
Sebastian’s form goes tumbling down outside the ring as Higgins begins his count “ONE!”, Trent follows by stepping over the top rope to the apron and hoisting himself down using the ropes for leverage. “TWO!“ He plants his feet and start targeting Jankowski’s mid section and legs as the downed man tries to scramble away. “THREE!“ Sebastian moves around one side of the ring and turns the corner as Trent attempts another stomp but this time Jankowski catches his leg and the crowd reacts. “FOUR!” Jankowski with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip sends Trent to the ground as well. “FIVE!” Jankowski uses the opportunity to stand up quickly and as Trent begins to recover, he goes to a kneeling position. Jankowski vaults forward and steps up Trent’s knee to deliver an Enzuigiri that sends Brown‘s head sailing into the side of the apron. His whole body collapses next to the steps. “SIX!” The count is barely audible over the roar of the crowd.
Gould: An amazing feat of agility there, this match is definitely turning out to be a tug of war for supremacy.
Sebastian jumps up into the ring as Trent gathers his wits about him. “SEVEN!” It seems to take Trent the better half of forever to come to his sense. “EIGHT!” Upon hearing Higgins’ voice he snap back into reality and gets up. Sebastian sees Trent coming and rushes forward to deliver a baseball slide. Denied, Trent hops back and in one quick motion grab’s Jankowski’s knee and rams it into the corner post. “NINE!” Trent rolls into the ring and falls upon the now wounded Jankowski with a flurry of blows targeting his leg.
Gould: Uh-oh The White-Red Kid may be in trouble here he’s clutching that knee like he’s in serious pain.
Torres: That’s what happens when you rely on all those fancy moves, Trent did what anyone with a brain would do and neutralized Jankowski’s mobility.
Higgins breaks off Trent’s assault to check on Jankowski. Trent Brown stands in center ring and roars triumphantly. The audience boos loudly. Jankowski is seen nodding to Higgins who then stands up and says nothing. The Flying Polishman looking a little rough standing up but it’s apparent he’s agreed to continue. Trent sensing blood in the water immediately rushes Jankowski with a spear tackle but finds nobody home. The lighter wrestler hoists himself up and over the coming charge and Trent hits the corner full force with his shoulder. As Sebastian lands on his feet, the weight and force cause his injured knee to buckle, he drops down a little and takes a moment to recover. Meanwhile Trent now holds his shoulder with an agonizing look on his face.
Gould: Looks like Trent just got a taste of his own medicine.
The NAW wrestling stars both slowly make their way to standing positions, each one with a determined look on their face. They stare each other down fiercely but neither one makes a move. The crowd breaks out in a chant backing the Flying Polishman urging him onward. Trent and Sebastian lock up once more and a titanic struggle ensues but the big Irishman’s shoulder bothers him a bit, he winces and Jankowski notices, reeling him in for an arm drag takedown. Sebastian goes for a cover.
One.
TWO…
Thr- Not quite!
Gould: Sebastian couldn’t quite put him away that time around he circles back ready to continue.
Sebastian goes to grab Trent once more in an attempt to lock up but the heavier wrestler ducks low and with his good arm grabs Jankowski, hoisting the lighter wrestler up he fights through the pain in his hurt shoulder and drops Jankowski hard with a body slam.
Torres: (chuckling) The Flying Polishman goes for a crash landing there.
Trent walks to the fallen wrestler’s side and grabs the injured leg. He hefts it up with amazing strength and spikes it down, driving that injured knee into the mat. Jankowski grabs that knee.
Gould: Sebastian is in trouble now, can he deal with such an injury?
Trent starts to pull Jankowski up by his hair, bringing him slowly to his feet. Hurling insults the whole way.
He holds Jankowski’s head back and yells something but Sebastian gives him a quick Fang of the Gold Cobra, thrusting his hands into the Irish monster‘s throat. While Trent is nursing the wound, the White Red Kid delivers a kick to the stomach and drops Trent’s head onto his shoulder and pulls it down as he falls to a sitting position…
Gould: THE POLISH STUNNER!
And the crowd here is bursting with cheers as that lighting fast moves comes out of seemingly nowhere!
Sebastian goes for another cover as Higgins crunches down and slaps the mat. “ONE!”
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“TWO!”
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Kickout!
The official backs Sebastian off as a look of disappointment sours his face. Trent gets up quickly a look of rage in his eyes and charges Jankowski. The two start exchanging rapid-fire clubbing blows.
Gould: And this match is devolving into a slug fest.
Torres: Yeah these two really laying into each other here.
Trent’s power starts to overwhelm as the exchanges get harder between the two. Jankowski finally backs off but Trent grips his arm and flings him into the corner with an Irish whip. The Polishman collides hard with the turnbuckle and Trent rushes after him angrily; he delivers a vicious running clothesline that rocks Jankowski nearly taking his head off. The White Red Kid collapses to a sitting position and Trent takes the chance to stomp on him repeatedly. Higgins rushes over to stop the assault and separates the two. While Higgins is warning Brown, Jankowski springs to life and charges his larger opponent and Trent’s eyes widen and he pushes Higgins to the side, Jankowski goes for a drop kick but Trent moves to the side leaving Jankowski to hit nothing but air. Trent immediately pounces on the fallen Jankowski and locks in a figure four leg lock. Jankowski tries to struggle but it’s to no avail, Trent wrenches the wounded knee of Jankowski even harder as the White Red Kid’s face is the picture of agony. Jankowski lacks the leverage to reach for the ropes and Higgins crouches down asking Jankowski if he wants to give up. Jankowski tries to fight it but his flailing is fruitless, finally after what seems like an eternity Jankowski taps out…
Winner:: Trent Brown at 12:34 via submission
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Jenny came to the ring with a fair amount of heat, the fans really not seeming appreciative of her at all. Farah, on the other hand, only got heat when that Jake Norton character had garnered it in whatever way he pleased.
The bell rings, and the women circle the ring. Jenny goes to lock up with Farah, who also does, just to humor Jenny and the fans. She lifts a knee into the ribs of Jenny, then steps back and kicks Jenny in the ribs, the left, the right, the left again, then a straight sole to the chest that sends Jenny to the mat and sliding a little across the ring from the force of it. Norton howls in excitement, cheering Farah on, and she quickly runs over to start stomping on Jenny while she's down.
Jenny grabs the ankle of Farah and twists it, but Farah kicks her with her free foot. She picks Jenny up and keeps her bent, lifting a knee three times to knee Jenny in the face, the fans doing a "One, Two, Three" count along with the knees to the face. She quickly drops down and covers Jenny, a smile on her face.
ONE
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Kickout by Jenny!
Farah gets up and Jenny follows. She ducks a swing and gets behind Farah, then Farah turns around to be met with a few kicks from Jenny! Jenny forces Farah into a corner, runs at her, but Farah ducks out of the way. Jenny uses her momentum to hop up onto the top turnbuckle, turning around in midair and managing to kick Farah in the side of the head, the crowd getting excited by it. Jenny gets to her feet and picks Farah up, planting her with a DDT. She gets to her feet quickly, hopping onto the top turnbuckle and turning around. She crouches and hops off, looking for a Frog Splash, but Farah is up and rolls out of the way!
Jenny gets up groggily to be met with a Bicycle Kick, and Farah picks up the victory!
Winner: Farah Khan via pinfall at 2:38
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The camera shows Judas Fraggle in a dressing room.
Judas Fraggle: Alex Morgan I know exactly how you feel, you feel embarrassed, I saw you two weeks ago crying your heart out, begging me to not blow up the venue. You made me sick. However you gave me exactly what I wanted, one more chance to embarrass you even more than I already have. However the situation that you’ve put David and I in has got me thinking, it’s not fair on us. There’s going to be four of you out there and only two of us. Then I remember I don’t walk alone, my army is always there. Maybe I should tell them that their services will be required and if anyone tries to sabotage our match then they’ve to get involved right away. It would mean that you Alex Morgan are the one who is at the disadvantage.
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Triple Threat Match
These three men came in hard, but it didn't seem like the two were very prepared for what Willy Seaman was gonna bring to the table. The first minute was absolute domination on Willy's part, his dad shouting some harsh encouragement the whole time. He whipped Screwball into a corner, then proceeded to plant Seifer into the mat real bad with a DDT that the crowd just loved.
Seifer came to after about a minute while Willy was putting a huge Beatdown on screwball. He actually managed to hit Screwball with a Shining Wizard and cover, but Seifer broke up the pin just in the nick of time. He starts to stomp on Willy, a lot, and Andrew pulls willy out of the ring before things can even start to get bad for him. Willy gets to his feet and pulls at Seifer's ankles, but Seifer stomps on his hand, looking for Willy to get back in.
Willy does slide in, and absorbs a few more stomps before he fights to his feet. He knees Seifer in the gut a few times before tossing him out of the ring, and pulling Screwball into the center of the ring, pinning him for the victory.
Winner: Willy Seaman at 2:59 via pinfall
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Rebecca Martin begins to make her announcements as the opening words from Satellite by Rise Against start up, “Ladies and Gentleman - weighing in at two hundred and forty pounds, joining us all the way from Newcastle, England. JAAAAMES FAULDS!” the music kicks in as James begins to walk down the ramp to a mixed reaction from the crowd. James for the most part ignores the majority of the clamoring. He nods to a few backers and leaps up onto the apron and makes his way into the center of the ring to await his challenger.
Martin continues. “…And his opponent, from Los Angeles, California. Being accompanied to the ring by Tori Matthews and Curtis Hughes, at two hundred and eighteen pounds. He is the Mass Manipulator. STEEEEELE MATTHEWS!” A loud short static echoes through the arena before 'Cult Of Personality' by Living Color blasts out of the PA system and the fans boo heavily as 'The Mass Manipulator' Steele Matthews walks out onto the stage followed by his wife Tori and his muscle, Curtis Hughes. The three of them then begin making their way down the ramp, ignoring the fans on the way.
Faulds stares Matthews down, not flinching at the procession coming his way, a look of sheer intensity in his eyes.
Gould: And I don’t think that Faulds is going to be intimidated at all, no matter who Steel brings with him.
Torres: Well you know what they say, pride cometh before the fall.
Once the three reach the ring, Steele hops up onto the ring apron as Tori and Hughes make their way up the steel steps, Steele then climbs through the ropes followed by Tori and Hughes. Steele then walks to one of the far corners and awaits his opponent/the match to start whilst Tori massages his shoulders and Hughes gives him a pep talk as 'Cult Of Personality' fades out.
Steele gets up and goes to the center of the ring where Faulds hasn’t moved an inch nor changed his glare. Steele gets up Faulds’ face, a cocky smirk on his face. As the referee moves to address the two, Faulds and Steele immediately start laying into each other with a flurry of blows. The official calls for the bell starting things.
Gould: These two both fierce competitors, both hungry for victory and we see that here off the bat.
Torres: No kidding, an explosive start to this match, we’ll see who comes out on top.
Matthews and Faulds continue to lay into each other until Matthews unleashes a fierce backhand chop that pushes Faulds back. The crowd reacts to the impact and before James can prepare an offense Steele follows up with a Mongolian chop and a dropkick. Faulds goes down but springs right back up and starts raining down punches on Steele.
Gould: This is turning into a straight brawl; those two seem to have an intense dislike for each other.
Torres: Dislike is an understatement Gould, this is unadulterated hatred.
Matthews now reeling under the mass of blows, backs towards the corner where his bodyguard and wife wait. James gets him into the corner and starts giving him harder strikes, the referee begins to count. “One! Two! Three!” Mrs. Matthews pushes Faulds leg a bit getting his attention for a second, he shouts something at her then goes to strike Matthews again but The Mass Manipulator catches his arm and gives James a short arm clothesline that lays Faulds down. Steele runs back to the corner and hops up to the second rope and jumps onto Faulds but finds no one home.
Gould: And that stomp misses as he Faulds rolls out of the way. Quick thinking and fast reflexes go a long way here.
Torres: Yeah and with both of these guys at the same height, only twenty or so pounds apart, it’s going to come down to who out thinks the other in this matchup.
Faulds and Matthews grab at each other and lock up, Faulds give a European uppercut that stuns Matthew for a second, long enough for Faulds to deliver a rolling elbow that drops him. Faulds starts delivering stomps while the Mass Manipulator is on the ground. Suddenly Tori yells out to the official and gets his attention. While the referee turns to Tori, Curtis Hughes, on the other side of the arena slips into the ropes and rushes James. The Faulds adopts a fighting stance and blocks an attack by Hughes before hitting him with a hard right hand. Hughes staggers a bit then returns the favor while Tori argues with the referee. Steel recovers and charges the back of Faulds’ knee, bringing him to the ground as Hughes exits the ring. Tori lays off on the official who turns around now to see Steele Matthews deliver an elbow drop then go for the cover.
One… Two… Shoulder up!
Gould: The Faulds able to save himself after that rotten attack by Steele’s crony.
Torres: Hey he’s just playing it smart, what a devoted bodyguard.
Gould: Oh please.
Both men circling each other now. Neither man want to be declared a loser here, you can see the look of intensity in Faulds face as he stares down Matthews.
Torres: Look at the confidence in Steele’s face, that’s the look of a winner.
Gould: More like unwarranted cockiness.
The two wrestlers tie up now and a power struggle ensues. Both men strain and as Steele Matthews goes for a change in position he’s snatched up by Faulds who grabs him and picks him up to deliver a resounding scoop slam. The crowd gives a mild reaction to this which Faulds ignores, completely focuses on his opponent. Faulds ricochets off the ropes and hops up for a leg drop. Miss! Steele rolls out of the way and gets up while Faulds nurses his injured behind. Steele goes to deliver a stomp but Fualds scrambles backwards and gets up in time to adopt a defensive stance halting Matthews’ advance. The Mass Manipulator circles around Faulds trying to herd him into the corner.
Gould: Faulds looking more like a boxer now than a wrestler, he’s a great brawler and we’re seeing a lot of that tonight.
Torres: Yeah but will it be enough to overtake The Mass Manipulator? I don’t think so.
As Faulds throws a mean right hand that staggers Steele, he prepares to advance forward but a hand around the ankle nearly trips him up.
Faulds turns his attention to Curtis Hughes who acts innocently then turns to the official and start arguing with him about the interference.
Gould: The official says he saw nothing, Faulds understandably upset about the dirty tactics the Matthews clan keeps pulling.
Torres: If the ref doesn’t see it, it didn’t happen.
Steele from the side of Faulds’ peripheral knocks him down with a mean clothesline. Faulds gets up but another clothes line rocks him sending him back down to the mat. Faulds this time tries to crawl up but a hard boot to his ribs sends him sprawling close to the center of the ring. Steele now goes to climb the corner. Steel reaching the top of the ropes sends out a taunt to which the fans boo loudly. Steel jumps – dropping a vicious elbow but Faulds rolls out of the way. Both men are now on the ground struggling to rise, catching their breath. James Faulds gets up to his knee as Matthews uses the rope to assist him getting up. From a near standing position, both men now rush each other and Faulds strike first with a hard punch to the gut that double Matthews over. Faulds grabs hold of Matthews’ head and DDT!
Matthews lays grabbing his head near the edge of the ring and Faulds grabs hold of the ropes and uses them for leverage as he stomps down on Matthews repeatedly. The referee makes Faulds back away and Steele Matthews rolls out of the ring for a refresher. Curtis Hughes begins giving Steele a pep talk and giving some advice while the count starts. “ONE!” Faulds stares intently, his intensity never fading. “TWO!” Tori now huddles up with the Mass Manipulator and his bodyguard as the three discuss something no one else can hear. “THREE! FOUR!” Finally the huddle breaks as all three peak over to Faulds and Steele slides into the ring.
Gould: What could those three have up their sleeves? The underhanded scheming can’t be allowed to continue.
Torres: Hey you can’t blame Steele Matthews for being a strategist; it’s all part of his secret to success.
Steele now rushes James who seems completely ready for him and starts putting up fierce resistance with his fists.
Gould: Those deadly strikes by Faulds have been his saving grace tonight, but will it be enough to put away the scheming Mass Manipulator?
Steele gets hit a few times and backs off considering a new plan, he circles Faulds, shuffling and taunting the Englishman but Faulds stands his ground like a veteran fighter.
Gould: Seems like James Faulds isn’t buying what he’s selling.
Torres: Oh I’m sure this is all part of the plan.
Steele goes to lock up with James and the Faulds with a mean belly-to-belly suplex sends him for a ride. Steele rubs his lower back in pain as he gets up. He grabs James’ am and goes to throw him into the ropes. James Faulds grabs the ropes and Steel bends over for a flip toss but finds no one there, Faulds runs up and punts Matthews’ in the face. The Mass Manipulator clutches at his injured face as he stumbles back. Faulds move in to try and take advantage of the situation but Steele grabs James and flings him into the corner.
Torres: It was all a ruse!
Steele now charges Faulds and delivers a step up knee to the face. While Faulds is still stunned, he’s grabbed and has his head jerked to get him to move and Steele comes down hard with a running bulldog.
Gould: Faulds on the ground now looking dazed and Steele goes for the cover.
ONE!
TWO!
KICKOUT!
Steele Matthews punches the mat in frustration and gets up. Faulds who is now visibly exhausted begins to rise. Steele goads James urging him to “bring it” to which Faulds is only too happy to comply. Faulds rushes The Mass Manipulator who ducks against the ropes and lifts The Faulds up and over the side of the ring. Faulds goes down with a hard crash. As the count starts,Tori approaches the downed Faulds and begins shouting abuse at him, unleashing a string of insults as the wrestler tries to shake the cobwebs in his head loose. Faulds takes a moment to get up as the referee shouts “THREE!” Curtis Hughes who has been standing nearby now goes towards the announcer table.
Gould: What exactly is he doing?
Torres: Who knows, oh it looks like he’s going to grab one of our chairs here.
Gould: Now that’s not right.
Torres: What do you mean? It’s obviously so Tori has a place to sit, don’t you now anything?
Curtis makes his way towards Tori as Faulds makes obscene gestures back at Tori. “FOUR!” Steele now taps the ref on the shoulder to distract him momentarily, when he turns his head, Curtis goes to try and rush Faulds with the chair. The Faulds however delivers a sharp drop kick to the chair which in its current position slams into Curtis’s face and the crowd pops loudly at the turn of events. Tori’s hands go to her mouth in horror as the large body guard drops like a sack of rocks. Faulds gets up and points at Tori but Steele Matthews takes a run and delivers a suicide dive through the ropes, splattering Faulds all over the barricades as the audience now roars in excitement. The official continues his count “Five! SIX!”
Gould: Both men seem to have taken damage from that attack.
Torres: Come on Steele, don’t let him disrespect your crew like that.
Gould: You are a piece of work, you know that?
Steele sluggishly rises up and rolls into the ring as the official’s count hit’s “EIGHT.” Faulds now fights his way up to his feet as Tori still berates the Englishman. Meanwhile Curtis only now begins to rouse. Faulds gets an evil look on his face and slides into the ring abruptly ending the count. Faulds and Steele now both appear to be feeling the effects of this match however both circle each other trying to now show signs of wear. Steele makes the first move and jumps in with a feint trying to unsettle Faulds but James meets him and yanks him into the ropes. Faulds goes to bounce off the opposite side and as the two go to meet in the middle, Faulds leaps up and traps Matthews with a Lou Thesz Press righti n front of Tori’s position at ringside. Tori begins to scream as Faulds delivers a furious fusillade of fists. Steele does his best to cover himself but the Faulds keeps hammering away at his defense as Tori grabs her hair and shrieks for him to stop. Faulds hits a few more times until he is satisfied and points an accusing finger at her and shouts back. Through the cheering of the crowd only a few words are made out to the general public “Is this what you wanted? You think he’s so-“ again he begins to slam Steele’s head into the ground and deliver another volley of punishing punches. The official then calls for The Faulds to back off. Steele takes a while to get up seeming to now know where he is. As he stands the crowd can see his lips and nose have a smearing of blood on them. Steele orients himself then to everyone’s surprise grins.
Gould: Why would that man be smiling?
Torres: Don’t you know anything? Steele Matthews knows he got under James’ skin.
Gould: Looks more like he got his skin broken to me.
Torres: You just don’t understand the ways of the Mass Manipulator.
Steele charges at Faulds, and both men go over the top rope and out to the outside. They keep exchanging blows, and the count begins again. "ONE! TWO!" Steele whips Faulds into the ringpost, the crowd booing him loudly and he yells at a fan in the front to shut up. "THREE! FOUR!" Steele tosses Faulds over the guardrail and into the crowd now, then takes a few steps back, jumping over and hitting him with a diving clothesline. The men continue to battle outside all the way to a count out as the fans go crazy and we fade to commercial.
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We open from commercial in Alex Morgan's office, where he is signing some forms. Robert Martin comes in with Isaac bloom.
Morgan: Can I help you fellas?
Martin: What in the hell are you doing, Alex?
Morgan: *looks down* Uh, some papers for upcoming events. Ya know, owner related, wibbly-wobbly, timey-wimey, stuff.
Martin: Right. Well how about you set up an opponent for Martinez at the PPV?
Morgan: Alright. One step ahead really. The guys who don't win the tournament will face him in a good ol' fatal four way.
Martin: Nice. Seems like a rushed, half baked plan, but nice.
Martin shakes his head in disappointment and leaves as we to back to the arena.
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Trent Brown vs Sebastian Jankowski
The bubbly voice of Rebecca Martin, ring announcer for the NAW is heard over the loudspeaker “Ladies and Gentlemen - this following contest is scheduled for one fall and will determine who moves past the second round of the Championship tournament. First from Poznan, Poland.” The opening notes from Limp Bizket’s Gold Cobra thunder through the speakers as the crowd begins to cheer. “Weighing in at one hundred and eighty pounds. Sebastiiiiiian Jankoooooowski!” Sebastian Jankowski leaps out from behind the gorilla position and begins to bump in tune with the music. He basks in the crowd’s support as he makes his way down to the ring, taking his time slapping hands with the fans and stopping by to dance with the young ladies in the crowd.
Malcolm Gould: Well it seems the crowd loves Sebastian Jankowski, definitely a solid competitor with a distinguished history here in the NAW.
Jim Torres: Well if I was him I’d have my head on the challenge ahead of me. All this show boating’s not helping anyone.
Sebastian makes his way to ring and walks up the metal steps throwing a fist into the air which receives an audible pop from the crowd. Sebastian goes to the center of the ring and does a little shadow boxing to amuse the spectators as the rapping enters the music and the song fades out. Rebecca chimes in again. “And his opponent, all the way from Dublin, Ireland.” The starting chords to Volbeat’s A Warriors Call blast through the speakers. “Weight in at two hundred and sixty seven pounds, Trent Brown!” Trent immediately emerges and proceeds down the ramp. Fans erupt in boos and hurl insults his way. Trent focuses a predatory gaze on the ring.
Torres: Now look the intensity on Trent’s face, that’s a competitor who is in it to win it.
Gould: There’s no denying that focus, but Sebastian is no slouch either. This is definitely going to be a match for the history books, I can feel it.
Trent coolly rolls into the ring and fixates his leer at Jankowski. Official Eddie Higgins asks both men if they are ready to which both respond positively. Higgins then taking a second to pat each man down for illegal weapons to which Trent rolls his eyes but obliges.
Gould: You know I was talking to Barry Lincoln back stage and he was telling me that Trent is thirsty for this championship, he didn’t seem too pleased with his last showing but he stated he was moving forward and is concentrating on this tournament going forward.
Torres: I think Sebastian better be careful because there’s a lot of pent up rage there.
Higgins signals for the ring and Trent and Jankowski start off by circling each other, one trying to size the other one up. Trent tries to lounge forward but Sebastian quickly leaps back still looking for an opening in his opponent’s defenses.
Gould: And Jankowski smartly keeping his distance, Trent has a definite size advantage in this ‘bout, it will be up to Sebastian to stay out of the larger man’s reach to stay in it.
Trent tries to grab at Sebastian again but Jankowski weaves to the side and deliver a quick kick to Brown’s mid-section. Trent makes a grab for Jankowski again and a third time he catches nothing but air, Jankowski capitalizes on this and goes to throw a right hand at Trent. The hit lands but the larger Trent immediately retaliates with a right hand of his own that knocks Jankowski off balance. Sebastian quickly reels back and gathers himself. Still backpedaling, he leads Trent around the arena.
Gould: A quick little exchange there, but nothing game changing just yet.
Sebastian bounces back off the ropes and runs towards Trent, ducking under a fierce right hand, he ricochets off the ropes again and charges Trent then jumps at him attempting to grab his head but Brown grabs him right out of the air. Trent squeezes Jankowski in a bear hug but Jankowski rains down blows with his free hand until Trent lets go. Trent and Sebastian then start to exchange blows, the lighter more agile wrestler backs off a bit and kicks Brown in the stomach. Brown bends over a little to which the White-Red Kid responds by delivering a fierce kick to the face. Sebastian throws himself backwards again and uses the ropes to launch himself forward, he leaps up and delivers a drop kick, sending Trent to the mat. The crowd reacts with a small cheer as Jankowski springs back up and raises his fists triumphantly. Brown gets up and makes a charge at Jankowski who deftly leaps out of the way. He bounds backwards, once again using momentum off the ropes to deliver a high impact leg lariat and Trent goes down hard. The crowd cheers again at this.
Gould: Sebastian displaying some of his superb agility in this match.
Torres: I wouldn’t count Trent out yet.
Trent gets up infuriated, his face the image of sheer rage, He stands still waiting for Sebastian to come to him this time. Jankowski looks for an opening as Trent turns to face him with every move he makes. Sebastian gets just inside striking distance but hops back out, trying to taunt the bigger man into making a move. Trent doesn’t fall for it and dares the Polish wrester to come forward. Jankowski responds to the challenge, he backs up and goes for a spinning back kick but Trent catches his leg…
Torres: Uh-oh Sebastian’s in for it now!
Trent yanks the leg back, bringing Jankowski within range close enough to grapple as Jankowski struggles to stay up, hopping on his on free leg. Trent lets go of the leg and grabs Jankowski around his waist before the lighter wrestler has a chance to flee. Trent lifts Sebastian off his feet and delivers a punishing belly to back suplex. Trent gets up and waits for Sebastian to stand before grabbing him again and delivering a mean belly-to-belly suplex, this time the lighter wrestler is jostled about as his frame tumbles back from the impact.
Gould: Jankowski looks shaken by that Suplex.
Torres: Yeah he’s in for a world of hurt now.
Trent immediately falls onto Jankowski before he has a chance to recover, clubbing him with repeated right hands. The aggressor battles Jankowski into the corner where he inflicts a foot choke. Eddie Higgins immediately begins his count as Jankowski fight fruitlessly against it. “ONE! TWO!” Trent pushes even harder, a look of joy in his face as he presses his advantage. “THREE! FOUR!” Trent relents and immediately hits Jankowski with a hard shoulder block. Higgins warns Trent who ignores the official and maliciously grins at Sebastian’s hunched over form.
Gould: The White-Red Kid desperately trying to get some air back into his body after that vicious assault by Trent Brown.
After recovering a little bit, Sebastian steps forward and adopts a fighting stance. Trent immediately pushes an assault but Jankowski immediately locks up with him as both vie for a superior position. Trent starts to gain ground as he pushes his opponent back, his additional weight aiding him. Sebastian lets Trent step forward and twists his torso pulling Trent in an attempt at a hip toss but the larger man counters by planting himself firmly and pulling back. Jankowski breaks the lock up and tries to leap backwards, Trent follows his every step, charging forward and gives Sebastian a devastating running clothesline that sends him over the ropes.
Torres: The Irish monster gives him a taste of BRUTE FORCE.
Gould: Sebastian looks broken from that attack.
Sebastian’s form goes tumbling down outside the ring as Higgins begins his count “ONE!”, Trent follows by stepping over the top rope to the apron and hoisting himself down using the ropes for leverage. “TWO!“ He plants his feet and start targeting Jankowski’s mid section and legs as the downed man tries to scramble away. “THREE!“ Sebastian moves around one side of the ring and turns the corner as Trent attempts another stomp but this time Jankowski catches his leg and the crowd reacts. “FOUR!” Jankowski with a Dragon Screw Leg Whip sends Trent to the ground as well. “FIVE!” Jankowski uses the opportunity to stand up quickly and as Trent begins to recover, he goes to a kneeling position. Jankowski vaults forward and steps up Trent’s knee to deliver an Enzuigiri that sends Brown‘s head sailing into the side of the apron. His whole body collapses next to the steps. “SIX!” The count is barely audible over the roar of the crowd.
Gould: An amazing feat of agility there, this match is definitely turning out to be a tug of war for supremacy.
Sebastian jumps up into the ring as Trent gathers his wits about him. “SEVEN!” It seems to take Trent the better half of forever to come to his sense. “EIGHT!” Upon hearing Higgins’ voice he snap back into reality and gets up. Sebastian sees Trent coming and rushes forward to deliver a baseball slide. Denied, Trent hops back and in one quick motion grab’s Jankowski’s knee and rams it into the corner post. “NINE!” Trent rolls into the ring and falls upon the now wounded Jankowski with a flurry of blows targeting his leg.
Gould: Uh-oh The White-Red Kid may be in trouble here he’s clutching that knee like he’s in serious pain.
Torres: That’s what happens when you rely on all those fancy moves, Trent did what anyone with a brain would do and neutralized Jankowski’s mobility.
Higgins breaks off Trent’s assault to check on Jankowski. Trent Brown stands in center ring and roars triumphantly. The audience boos loudly. Jankowski is seen nodding to Higgins who then stands up and says nothing. The Flying Polishman looking a little rough standing up but it’s apparent he’s agreed to continue. Trent sensing blood in the water immediately rushes Jankowski with a spear tackle but finds nobody home. The lighter wrestler hoists himself up and over the coming charge and Trent hits the corner full force with his shoulder. As Sebastian lands on his feet, the weight and force cause his injured knee to buckle, he drops down a little and takes a moment to recover. Meanwhile Trent now holds his shoulder with an agonizing look on his face.
Gould: Looks like Trent just got a taste of his own medicine.
The NAW wrestling stars both slowly make their way to standing positions, each one with a determined look on their face. They stare each other down fiercely but neither one makes a move. The crowd breaks out in a chant backing the Flying Polishman urging him onward. Trent and Sebastian lock up once more and a titanic struggle ensues but the big Irishman’s shoulder bothers him a bit, he winces and Jankowski notices, reeling him in for an arm drag takedown. Sebastian goes for a cover.
One.
TWO…
Thr- Not quite!
Gould: Sebastian couldn’t quite put him away that time around he circles back ready to continue.
Sebastian goes to grab Trent once more in an attempt to lock up but the heavier wrestler ducks low and with his good arm grabs Jankowski, hoisting the lighter wrestler up he fights through the pain in his hurt shoulder and drops Jankowski hard with a body slam.
Torres: (chuckling) The Flying Polishman goes for a crash landing there.
Trent walks to the fallen wrestler’s side and grabs the injured leg. He hefts it up with amazing strength and spikes it down, driving that injured knee into the mat. Jankowski grabs that knee.
Gould: Sebastian is in trouble now, can he deal with such an injury?
Trent starts to pull Jankowski up by his hair, bringing him slowly to his feet. Hurling insults the whole way.
He holds Jankowski’s head back and yells something but Sebastian gives him a quick Fang of the Gold Cobra, thrusting his hands into the Irish monster‘s throat. While Trent is nursing the wound, the White Red Kid delivers a kick to the stomach and drops Trent’s head onto his shoulder and pulls it down as he falls to a sitting position…
Gould: THE POLISH STUNNER!
And the crowd here is bursting with cheers as that lighting fast moves comes out of seemingly nowhere!
Sebastian goes for another cover as Higgins crunches down and slaps the mat. “ONE!”
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“TWO!”
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Kickout!
The official backs Sebastian off as a look of disappointment sours his face. Trent gets up quickly a look of rage in his eyes and charges Jankowski. The two start exchanging rapid-fire clubbing blows.
Gould: And this match is devolving into a slug fest.
Torres: Yeah these two really laying into each other here.
Trent’s power starts to overwhelm as the exchanges get harder between the two. Jankowski finally backs off but Trent grips his arm and flings him into the corner with an Irish whip. The Polishman collides hard with the turnbuckle and Trent rushes after him angrily; he delivers a vicious running clothesline that rocks Jankowski nearly taking his head off. The White Red Kid collapses to a sitting position and Trent takes the chance to stomp on him repeatedly. Higgins rushes over to stop the assault and separates the two. While Higgins is warning Brown, Jankowski springs to life and charges his larger opponent and Trent’s eyes widen and he pushes Higgins to the side, Jankowski goes for a drop kick but Trent moves to the side leaving Jankowski to hit nothing but air. Trent immediately pounces on the fallen Jankowski and locks in a figure four leg lock. Jankowski tries to struggle but it’s to no avail, Trent wrenches the wounded knee of Jankowski even harder as the White Red Kid’s face is the picture of agony. Jankowski lacks the leverage to reach for the ropes and Higgins crouches down asking Jankowski if he wants to give up. Jankowski tries to fight it but his flailing is fruitless, finally after what seems like an eternity Jankowski taps out…
Winner:: Trent Brown at 12:34 via submission
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