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Post by Leonard Fox on Sept 30, 2012 0:16:43 GMT -6
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------DATE: 7-29-2012 LOCATION: Hartford, Connecticut ARENA: XL Center NOTES: Road to the Gold, NCW's biggest tournament will be even bigger this year. 16 men will compete alongside 16 women, all who wish to be the Number 1 Contender for their gender specific World Titles and it starts tonight on Trauma. The first round of the tournament kicks off ending in one hellacious Main Event as Hall of Famer Falcon takes on Hall of Famer Adam Knite. THEME: "The Enemy" by Papa Roach ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MATCH ONE STARLET RTTG MATCH 1 Emma Danielson vs. Charity Case --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {{CHARITY CASE WINS}} -------------------------[COMMERCIAL BREAK]------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MATCH TWO RTTG RISING STAR MATCH 1 Ken Davision vs. Stephen Kingsley --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {The lights go down as “God's Gonna Cut You Down” by Johnny Cash fills the room. With each clap in the song, the lights come up and disappear. The spotlight focuses on the entrance way as a man underneath a hooded trench coat walks out with his hands folded in front him. He walks down to the ring, entirely focused on the task at hand.Davison slides into the center of the ring and shrugs his jacket off his then extends his arms as a laser circles the arena. It centers on Davison's forehead before the sound of a gunshot cuts off the music. The lights come up, with Davison still standing in the middle of the ring.}Jaymie Boone: There he is the former X Division champion. He lost the title to Kanyon but Kanyon is a former world champion in his own respect. Preston Marshall: Indeed, now he is trying his luck out as an up and comer in the Road to the Gold. He could very easily find his way into the main event next month, facing the world champion! {As the drums and didgeridoo kick in, Stephen Kingsley walks to the ring with a purpose. Stephen has on his corked hat and his vest. Stephen uses the steps and before he steps into the ring, Stephen takes off his corked hat as an acknowledgement to the crowd and place it on the ring post. He steps into the ring and he takes off his vest and he hands it to an employee.}Jaymie Boone: Last week they came very close to taking the tag titles from the long time champions Team America. Preston Marshall: I think they would’ve had a chance, but things got personal. Jaymie Boone: Now he will have a go at singles competition. {The bell sounds and Davison and Kingsley lock up with the bigger and stronger Kingsley gaining control of the tie up and locking Davison in a head lock, Kingsley then spins around and applies pressure to the arm with a wrist lock but eats 3 elbows from Davison breaking the hold Davison then tees off with some right hands and whips Kingsley off the ropes, Davison catches him coming off and attempts a hip toss but Kingsley blocks it until Davison hits him in the ribs with a punch and bends over in pain. Davison sticks his leg on Kingsley’s head and does a back flip but is countered by Kingsley who drops Davison with a vicious clothesline.}Jaymie Boone: Kingsley using that vast power to take Davison out of his shoes with that clothesline. Preston Marshall: Say what you want about the guy, but he holds a singles competition win against Gib, one of the historical greats of the wrestling world. Jaymie Boone: Wow, he beat a fifty year old. Give the man a chicken sandwich. {Kingsley picks up Davison and doing some damage with a stiff forearm smash to the back of Davison who fell to his knees allowing Kingsley to bounce off the ropes and connect with a running big boot to Davison.}Jaymie Boone: He is really taking it to Davison here… Preston Marshall: Kingsley is a large man with a mean streak. {Kingsley stood over Davison and began to stomp the face of his opponent who tried to cover his face but that only opened up the rest of his body for Kingsley to attack, Kingsley struck with vicious kicks to the ribs as Davison rolled over in pain, Kingsley struck again with another devastating kick to the ribs. Davison began to hold his ribs which were beginning to turn red while Kingsley began to pose drawing several loud boos from the crowd.}Preston Marshall: Davison is getting torn apart. I can’t believe this is happening. Jaymie Boone: Davison was in a war with CDK last week, one that had to leave his body broken and bruised. {Kingsley lifted Davison up and sticks him in the corner, driving the shoulder into the ribs of Davison several times as Davison tries to catch his breath, Kingsley backs up for a little bit and raises his arms to the crowd, taking a moment to allow this to sink in a little more. In the meantime this is giving Davison plenty of time to recover, Kingsley charges at Davison who moves out of the way leaving Kingsley to run into the turnbuckle. Kingsley falls to his knees and clutches his chest in pain while Davison takes a brief moment to recover, as Kingsley stands up Davison jumps on the top rope and jumps off of it hitting Kingsley with a huge clothesline capable of swinging the momentum of the match into his favor.}Preston Marshall: Davison is back in the match, what a turn of events! Jaymie Boone: Now we will see what the Godley one can do. {Davison stands up and looks over at Kingsley, he goes to pick him up but Kingsley quickly rolls him up and caught him in a pinfall attempt. The ref counts to tow before Davison gets his shoulder up, Davison turns as Kingsley gets to his knees, he runs and jumps over Kingsley’s head grabbing his neck and driving it face first to the mat, he rolls Kingsley over and gets a two count.}Jaymie Boone: I think he is going to have to do more then that to end the match. Preston Marshall: It doesn’t hurt to try. {Davison gets to his feet and Kingsley is slow to move. Davison waits until he is on one knee before nailing a blistering kick to the head which knocks Kingsley back to the mat. HE runs to the ropes, jumps on the middle one and hits a picture perfect Asai Moonsault. Davison lies across Kingsley and covers, once again getting a two count}Jaymie Boone: Kingsley on the ropes here! {Davison lifts Kingsley to his feet, grabs his head smashing it into his knee, keeps the head hitting two right elbows which stagger Kingsley back, he roars forward with a spinning elbow, sending Kingsley closer the ropes, staggering in place. He runs towards Kingsley running under his arm grabbing the neck and hitting a neckbreaker, he holds the head turning him to his stomach and grabbing an arm locking in a crossface submission}Preston Marshall: What a series of moves there by Davison! Jaymie Boone: He can mix strong style with lucha, and that has been a deadly combination thus far. {Kingsley is struggling in the hold, attempting to find a way out. He begins muscling himself to his feet, Ken looking shocked attempting to keep the Crossface applied. After a while, Stephen stands and Davison begins wailing away at the back of the head but Stephen rears back with a back elbow that catches Ken in the eye. Ken staggers back and Kingsley goes for a clothesline but Davison ducks under it and then comes up, immediately locking in his Hands of God! Stephen tries a few punches to the face of Ken but it only works to tighten his grip and after a few moments locked in the hold, Stephen drops to his knees and submits!}Preston Marshall: And just like that, Ken moves to the second round of the tournament. Jaymie Boone: Sad face. I was kind of hoping Stephen would pull through. {"Gods Gonna Cut You Down" hits the speakers as Ken has his hand raised to the mixed reaction of the crowd.}-------------------------[COMMERCIAL BREAK]------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MATCH THREE STARLET RTTG MATCH 2 Ayla St. James vs. Cynthia Warren --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {“Get Well Soon by Reggie & The Full Effect” blasts all over the speakers. As it does the beautiful Cindy Warren emerges from the back accompanied by her husband James. She smiles as she is wearing a stethoscope around her neck. She holds the end to the crowd to check the crowd’s heart beats and they welcome her with loud cheers. She grins as she stretches her arms out and claps the hands of the people cheering her on. She slides into the ring and slowly rises to her feet. She proudly raises her hands in the air and waits for her opponent to come out.}Jaymie Boone: Cynthia Warren, looking to make a splash in the starlets division with a birth in the road to the gold tournament. Preston Marshall: Who got the birth after her? Jaymie Boone: Wow, all that work for an afterbirth joke, no wonder you haven’t been laid in months. {"Come on Baby!"} {With that, the song "Bitch" by the band Dope begins to play. Ayla struts out, doing a little shake with the song, then struts down to the ring, throwing her arms out wildly, basking in all the attention. She nimbly leaps up onto the ring apron, and turns, hopping up to sit on the top rope. She blows a kiss in a sweeping arc to the crowd, then lets herself fall backwards, landing on her feet in the ring. She bounces around excitedly, waiting for the match to start.}Jaymie Boone: Ayla St. James, always wanting to enhance and evolve women’s wrestling is looking to find her way to her first starlets championship. Preston Marshall: Or as she would hope, the “women’s wrestling” title. {With the sounding of the bell, both athletes begin to circle each other. There’s no distinct height advantage when the women lock up, with Ayla only having about three inches on Cynthia. They levy for position but its Cynthia taking advantage first with a quick Japanese-styled arm drag that flips Ayla onto his back. Both ladies stand back up quickly and Ayla charges her opponent but once again is met with yet another arm drag. With frustration building while back on the mat, Ayla begins to pound on it. She stands back up and meets Cynthia back into the middle of the ring.}Preston Marshall: A quick start here for Cynthia Warren, she may not have as much experience as Ayla, but she is a rising star. Jaymie Boone: I wish there were more men in this match. Preston Marshall: Of course you do. {They lock up once more but this time Ayla is prepared and kicks her opponent directly into the shin, causing Cynthia to drop to one knee. Ayla then chops Cynthia across the chest hard, sending Cynthia down to the mat. Ayla attempts a quick pinfall but only receives a one count.} Jaymie Boone: Chop to the boobies… Preston Marshall: How much worse does it hurt? Jaymie Boone: Take some estrogen pills and I will chop you, then you can learn firsthand. {She tugs on Cynthia’s hair to lift the young lady up and then whips her into the ropes. Cynthia dodges a clothesline as he rebounds and then uses her remaining momentum to bounce off the opposite ropes and connect with his own back heel kick to Ayla’s head. Ayla drops to her back in the center of the ring}[/color] Preston Marshall: What an acrobatic display. Jaymie Boone: This is our largest women’s road to the gold ever; you have to expect the very best from everyone! {With Ayla getting back to his feet so fast, Cynthia begins to pelt hier on the sides of the legs with lightning-quick shin kicks. Ayla’s legs begin to sting a light red as Cynthia relentlessly continues. After landing one last shin kick, Cynthia leaps off her feet and tries a spinning roundhouse kick that Ayla ducks, pulling Cynthia in front of her by her trunks and lifting her into a back suplex! The suplex flattens Cynthia and once more Ayla looks for a pin fall by covering her opponent. The referee gives him a slow one count and from there Ayla begins to stomp a mud hole into Cynthia’s lower back.}Preston Marshall: I think Ayla wants this shot more then anything else. Jaymie Boone: She is a successful starlet, and one of the first to sign here, but she still hasn’t had her title reign yet. Preston Marshall: She is eager to have her time to be on the top. {Cynthia gets lifted up once more and is then powered back down with a body slam. Ayla goes to follow up with a jumping elbow drop, but Cynthia’s rolls over at the last second and Ayla’s arm hits the canvas hard. While Ayla recovers, Cynthia springs up and bounces off the ropes to land a running front dropkick! Cynthia then plays to the crowd for a bit and waits for Ayla to rise back onto her feet.} Preston Marshall: Taking your eye of the enemy is a mistake. Jaymie Boone: She is giving her opponent a chance to recover, which is a big mistake. {When this happens, Cynthia charges full force at her opponent, only to be flapjacked into the adjacent turnbuckle face first. Ayla takes a few seconds to recover, before wrapping her arms around Cynthia’s stomach and trying to pull back for a german suplex, but Cynthia hangs onto the ropes connected near the turnbuckle pad and refuses to let go. Cynthia thinks fast and throws an elbow to the face of Ayla, and when he does, jumps onto the first turnbuckle and flips over with a leaping neckbreaker. She makes the cover and gets a two count}Jaymie Boone: Showing her athletic ability, Cynthia Warren close to upsetting Ayla and making it into the second round. Preston Marshall: Anything can happen in the nCw. {Ayla gets to her feet and kicks Cynthia in the side of the ribs as she was crawling. Ayla then calls for her patented C-4 and begins pulling Cynthia to her feet but Cindy is not down as she takes Ayla by the head and drops down with a Jawbreaker. Ayla stumbles around holding her jaw as Cindy shows athleticism by kipping up and taking Ayla by the hand and whipping her into the ropes but Ayla has the same idea as she counters with a whip of her own. Cindy bounces off the ropes and Ayla attempts a Back Body Drop but Cindy stops short and kicks her in the face as she was bent over. Cindy kicks her so hard that Ayla drops on her ass where Cindy kicks her head off once again with a Shining Wizard! Ayla looks dazed and confused as Cindy heads up the top rope and takes to the skies with one hell of a Sponge Bath Splash that pins Ayla to the mat and 1... 2... 3!}Preston Marshall: I don't know what happened at the end but I think Ayla got caught off guard there and paid big time. Cindy moves on in a surprising ending here tonight. Jaymie Boone: Looks like Cindy's carpets match the drapes. Preston Marshall: What does that even mean? {"Get Well Soon" plays overhead and Cindy struggles to get to her feet but does so with the help of the ref. Ayla rolls out of the ring, holding her face in pain as Cindy celebrates.}-------------------------[COMMERCIAL BREAK]-------------------------
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Post by Leonard Fox on Sept 30, 2012 0:17:24 GMT -6
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MATCH FOUR RTTG STAR MATCH 1 The Ace vs. Xavier Williams --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {The intro of "Gasoline" starts as the lights fall low, as spots lights blink around the arena.}
{"I check you like I might quit, comin out ya damn mouth catch you while tha cameras off, show up to ya damn house 'Like excuse me MA’AM where such & such ride hard no buckle up' All left hooks, right uppercuts, shoot you like the beat then **** you up"}
{Xavier emerges on the ramp as the crowd gets loud. Black hoodie, hood up, and black skull bandanna covering his face. Xavier walks to the side of the stage, as he just looks up into the stands. He walks back to the middle and drops to a knee, he looks out into the crowd and a pulls down the bandanna, he looks up and a smirk comes over his face, he stand up and lets out a loud yell as he makes his way down the ramp. He slaps hands with some of fans at ringside, before sliding into the ring. He stands on the middle rope and looks out into the crowd. He points up to the fans in the upper decks, then pounds his chest. He does his trademark 'X' across his chest, before doing his signature gun taunt toward the camera before hopping off the ropes and going into the corner as the music starts to die down.}Preston Marshall: “We’re about to have a match of two of the longest reigning talents in nCw.” Jaymie Boone: “God. Black Jesus gets me so…holy…” Preston Marshall: “I believe Fred Phelps is going to protest your vagina soon.” {The opening guitar and drums trigger some strobe lights to flash red in time with the riff as the titantron shows a small red poker chip with the 'Spade' symbol within it move across the screen, then as it disappears a larger gun barrel appears from the right and moves with a silhouette of The Ace in it into the centre, the silhouette faces the camera draws a gun and fires. The bullet heads towards the screen before shattering a Jack of Hearts. The Ace appears on stage and huge flame pyro explodes either side of the ramp bathing the arena in a static green light as the lyrics to 'Black Bleeds Through' by Black Water Rising kick in. Cards begin to fall from the rafters after the pyro explosions as the titantron shows The Ace delivering Ace-Plants to Phillip Burns and Showtyme. The Ace walks down the ramp through the shower of falling cards. The cards stop falling as The Ace confidently struts over to the steel steps before he climbs them and steps through the ropes. He walks over to the adjacent turnbuckle, climbing the second rope. He raises both arms in the air. The Ace then climbs down and he walks to the middle of the ring as the song fades, the lights return to normal...}Preston Marshall: “Ace has a lot on his mind this week, he and Steve almost got into it after Battlegrounds, after his wife broke her ankle.” Jaymie Boone: “Will Ace be able to focus that rage on…Black…Jesus.” Preston Marshall: “Why did you say it like that?” Jaymie Boone: “I told you. I’m feeling…hole-y tonight.” Preston Marshall: “And I just threw up in my mouth…” {The ref calls for the bell as the two men circle each other, this not being their first rodeo against one another. Ace comes out, throwing a hard knee, catching Williams enough to inflict some pain. Sending a hard elbow to follow it up, the Ace comes out on fire, and angry. He bullies Black Jesus into the corner, before sending him out with a hard irish whip into the opposite turnbuckle. Williams crashes into it, holding his lower back. Ace charges out, but Williams rolls away in desperation as Ace bounces into the corner chest first, before stumbling out. Black Jesus has his back turned, and instantly hits a flip, as his boot connects with the head of The Ace, with a ridiculous Pele Kick.}Preston Marshall: “PELE KICK! PELE!” –He turns around to a small child behind him, getting into his face- “PELE KICK!” Jaymie Boone: “WOOO BLACK JESUS!” Williams pulls himself up, holding his lower back. Ace is clutching his head as he sits up. Williams takes the chance, running towards the ropes adjacent to him, he connects with a low kick into the side of The Ace, the contact echoes through the arena. Ace clutches his ribs, but has enough sense to roll out of the ring to recover. Williams catches his breath, as his motions towards The Ace to get back in the ring, trying to taunt him. The Ace being a wily veteran, ignores it and begins pacing the arena floor holding his side. Williams shakes his head, before sprinting towards the turnbuckle, leaping atop of it. The Ace flinches a bit, but Williams stands there smirking. The Ace grabs onto the bottom rope, shaking it, causing Williams to lose balance, and leap off, he stumbles backwards trying to catch himself. The Ace slides into the ring, and immediately gets to his feet hitting a clothesline on Williams.Jaymie Boone: “GET UP! GET UP!” Preston Marshall: “The Ace is playing it smart, allowing Williams to showboat all he wants, and then picking his spots.” {Picking Williams back to his feet, the Ace sends a hard right, hooking the arms of Xavier Williams, he pulls him into the air hitting a vicious Double Underhook Backbreaker. The Ace gets up looking smug as ever, sending a hard kick to the side of Black Jesus for good measure, before turning to the crowd raising his arms to a chorus of boos.}Preston Marshall: “The Ace is looking on the top of his game tonight, Black Jesus better have something in the tank.” Jaymie Boone: “I’ll give him something alright.” Preston Marshall: “We really need to get you into the workplace sexual harassment seminar.” {Williams is holding his lower back, in a large amount of pain. Trying to pull himself to his feet, he gets to one knee. The Ace smiles a bit, sending a hard kick to the chest of Williams causing his head to jerk up. The Ace follows it immediately with his finisher, The FameAcer. Williams crumbles to the mat, as The Ace, rolls him over and the ref goes down for the count.} 1… 2.. 3..Preston Marshall: The Ace did it! He advances into the next round for the Stars of NCW’s past! Jaymie Boone: Great win for him here... Xavier Williams is always tough. Preston Marshall: Now he just has to wait to see who he faces, and we’ll be right back after this fans. -------------------------[COMMERCIAL BREAK]------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MATCH FIVE STARLET RTTG MATCH 3 Jasmine Barrera vs. Shelly Taylor-Jones --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- { "The best out" blares over the arena's loudspeakers, as the lyrics begin, Jasmine appears from behind the curtain to the cheers and whistles from the audience, she pauses at the top of the ramp and forms an "O" with her hands, the trademark of the circle. She holds it over her head and smirks before sauntering down the aisle, slapping some fans five along the way. She casually walks up the steps and in between the middle and bottom rope before walking to the center of the ring and doing the "O" taunt again to more cheers. She backs herself into a neutral corner and does some light stretching before the match. }Jaymie Boone: Here comes Jasmine as she looks to walk down the Road to the Gold for a shot at the Starlet’s Title. It looks like a few problems from her past were highlighted again this week… Preston Marshall: She has as good an opportunity as any other lady in the tournament and it’ll be a great contest between herself and Shelly tonight. That’s what makes this tournament so great, I can’t predict a single tie. { "I hate you for the sacrifices you made for me. I hate you for every time you ever bled for me. I hate you for the way you smile when you look at me. I hate you for never taking control of me. I hate you for always saving me from myself. I hate you for always choosing me and not someone else. I hate you for always pulling me back from the edge. I hate you for every kind word you ever said..."
"Blood" By in this moment starts slowly before erupting into the song. Pink strobe lights shine up the entrance as we see a female shaped sillouette. Shelly Taylor-Jones makes her way out onto the stage and then down the ramp, her long blonde and brown streaked hair flowing behind her, she slides under the bottom rope and pushes up to her knees. }Preston Marshall: Shelly has returned from a self-imposed exile tonight to attempt a second shot at the big time here in NCW, on advice of her husband. Jaymie Boone: She wasn’t happy with her last exit from the company, so let’s hope for her sake that she isn’t going to be making a swift exit from this tournament. { Shelly and Jasmine begin to circle the ring as the referee signals for the beel and this contest gets underway. Within moments the pair lock up and push back and forth as they fight for the upperhand but it is Jasmine who draws first blood as she locks Shelly into a headlock, wrenching away at her neck before complete a hip toss which leaves Shelly down on the mat momentarily. Shelly, however, is quick to get back to her feet but she is disappointed quickly as Jasmine plants her with a clothesline. Jasmine hoists her back up and immediately hits her with a perfect snap suplex before willing her foe back to her feet. Unluckily for Shelly, Jasmine grabs her by the head and drops her with a swinging neck breaker as Jasmine takes control of the match. }Jaymie Boone: Jasmine is demonstrating how lethal and effective she can be by getting on top of this match early on. Preston Marshall: Shelly seems to be carrying a little ring rust here and she’s paying for it, she’s got to get back in the game quickly. { Jasmine makes sure that Shelly is down before hitting a jumping elbow drop to her chest for extra measure. Perhaps getting a little ahead of her Jasmine tries to lock in a sharpshooter but before she can turn Shelly over the former champ manages to wriggle a leg free and get a boot across Jasmine’s face which buys Taylor a little time but as she gets to her feet she is put right back to the mat by Barrera who connects a dropkick into the jaw of the plucky Shelly. Wasting little time Jasmie picks herself up and begins to climb to the top turnbuckle as she looks for a little aerial offence. }Preston Marshall: Shelly almost found a way back into this but Jasmine managed to regain her authority. Jaymie Boone: Perhaps but Barrera is taking a big risk now climbing to the top rope, will it pay off? { Jasmine steadies herself and takes one last look at Shelly before leaping into the air as she attempts a flying leg drop….but Shelly rolls out of the way just in time! Jasmine clutches her tailbone and winces in pain as Shelly slowly lifts herself up, quickly planting a boot into Jasmine’s face to keep her grounded whilst she recovers. Shelly huffs and puffs before running at Jasmine and planting her back to the mat after a brief recovery with a running dropkick to the face. She goes for a quick cover, 1….2…NO! Jasmine isn’t done yet as Shelly takes control. }Jaymie Boone: Jasmine went high risk, and she paid the price for that mistake. Preston Marshall: She was trying to see the match through and you have to take risks, but Shelly has ensured that, for now at least, she has a path back into this contest. { Shelly is a little frustrated as the crowd starts to will Jasmine back to her feet but they are quickly disappointed when Jasmine is ripped off the mat and planted right back to it with a backbreaker from Taylor, who then drops a leg drop across her throat for good measure. Wasting very little time Shelly lifts up the plucky New Yorker before hitting an arm drag followed by a kip up and then she locks in an arm bar, but unfortunately Jasmine has landed too close to the ropes and she is eventually forced to break the hold by the referee. }Preston Marshall: Shelly proving that talent is permanent with an excellent series of manoeuvres, unlucky for her Jasmine was just too close to the ropes. Jaymie Boone: An on form Shelly may have check before she applied the hold but credit to her, shes made us forget quite quickly about Jasmine’s early dominance of the match. { Shelly rolls backwards and as Jasmine gets up she is soon hit with a running neckbreaker which puts her out of commission for the moment. Shelly gets up and begins to stalk her prey but she is caught completely off guard when Jasmine wraps her up into a small package, 1….2….NO! Jasmine hasn’t quite done enough to end this match out of nowhere. Shelly is angry and tries to stomp on Jasmine but she rolls out of the way which forces Shelly to stagger forward a little and in one swift movement Jasmine gets up and plants her with a DDT which leaves both ladies laid out on their backs as the effects of Shelly’s earlier offence still wearing down Barrera. }Jaymie Boone: Neither lady seems capable of getting a lasting foothold in this match but it is great entertainment for us. Preston Marhsll: Jasmine expelled all the energy she had left to prevent Shelly putting this match beyond doubt and now, it is anybody’s match! { Slowly but surely both ladies get to their feet as they both stagger around a little worse for wear, suddenly Shelly throws a right fist but Jasmine manages to duck underneath it and as Shelly takes a moment to turn around Jasmine steadies herself and leaps into the air and she almost hits an inch perfect Blast from the Past….but Shelly manages to duck under the offensive manoeuvre herself. Jasmine tries to prepare herself to be able to defend herself but she is struck with a Diamond Cutter which knocks the wind right out of her. Shelly goes for a cover….1….2….3!!! Shelly advances to the next round! }Preston Marshall: Jasmine was so close but the expert wiles of Shelly sees her through this encounter and into the next round. Jaymie Boone: Shelly proving that she still has the ability that saw her makes a success of her time here before her retirement. -------------------------[COMMERCIAL BREAK]------------------------- Preston Marshall: Next up, we have Roberto Verona, the man who is considered by many to be the full-on favorite to win the Rising-Star bracket, taking on a newcomer to nCw in Nighthawk. Jaymie Boone: Yeah, he is a so-called wrestling machine....I haven't seen him wrestle, but Technical Wrestling is so boring. Preston Marshall: I have seen this man wrestle against some former nCw greats in other promotions, and he might give Verona a run for his money. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MATCH SIX RTTG RISING STAR MATCH 2 Roberto Verona vs. Night Hawk --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- (An expectant hush falls over the crowd as the lights dim, and Amber Ashe steps to the center of the ring as the classic microphone descends from the rafters. Grabbing it with a flourish as the sold-out crowd buzzes in anticipation she steps forward and intones in a high soprano voice, “This next contest is an opening round match in the RTTG Rising Star Bracket. The referee assigned is NCW head official Bob Mainville.” (The spotlights in the arena dim as the entrance screen flicks with static for a few moments and red and white lights begin to flash before "Smash the Control Machine" by OTEP erupts from the PA system causing the crowd to pop as Roberto Verona appears slowly and methodically from behind the curtain. Standing on the stage for a few moments Verona soaks up the atmosphere before raising a defiant fist into the air to the delight of the audience as red and white pyros explode either side of him on the stage. Lowering his hand he begins to walk down to the ring with purpose, turning his head side to side to stare into the crowd before climbing the ringsteps and stepping inside the ring. Making his way to the turnbuckle he climbs up as flashbulbs lights up the darkness before raising a fist into the sky again as the crowd cheer. Verona begins to shout as he pumps up the crowd before jumping off and beginning his pre-match warm up routine.)Amber Ashe: “Introducing first, originally from Firenze, Italy but now residing in Chicago, Illinois weighing in at 220 pounds…. Roberto Verona!” (As his opponent stands in a neutral corner the lights in the arena slowly click off, one by one, as the sold-out crowd rises to its feet in anticipation of what is to come. And as the opening strains of "Holding Out For A Hero (A Small Measure Of Peace Intro)" by Emery boom out over the sound system Nighthawk walks out through the curtain and stands at the top of the ramp, hands on his hips as he looks all around at the sold-out crowd with a wide smile on his face. Walking down the ring, shaking hands with the fans in the first 2 rows of the building and making a special effort to shake the hands and give out hugs to the kids in the front row as behind him blue-and-white Roman columns of fireworks go off, the "Wrestling Machine" finally gets to the ring and stands on the top turnbuckle while raising his left hand above his head and letting out a war cry as a small portion of ringside fans, chant Best in the World} Amber Ashe: “And his opponent, he comes to us tonight also from Chicago, Illinois and weighs in at 185 pounds. Please welcome…. ‘The Man of 1000 Holds’….. ‘The Wrestling Machine’ Nighthawk!” Jaymie Boone: Well, it seems this Nighthawk kid, has got a small following, Let's see how he does on the big stage, wrestling for Thousands of people, instead of a Homeless Shelter. Preston Marshall: I've seen the kid wrestle Jaymie, and you will be a fan of him, by the end of the night! {As Nighthawk removes his ring jacket and hands it to a ringside attendant to send it to the back, the referee rings the bell to start this contest. Shaking hands both men then begin to circle around the ring, both men going for a collar-and-elbow lock-up as they try to find the first advantage of the match. But as they continue to jockey for position against each other both men find themselves near enough to the ropes where a break is necessary, which they both give each other before the referee can even step in. shaking hands with each other again they both move backwards into the middle of the ring, again going back to the collar-and-elbow lock-up as they try and get things on their respective sides. But as they again jockey for position this time Nighthawk is able to use his speed advantage to step to the inside and come back out with a wristlock, quickly moving through to a top wristlock. Quickly countering Roberto bridges down until one of the locks of his hair touches the canvas, then popping back up and using the twist in leverage to sneak through and grab a side headlock. But as he holds onto that the “Wrestling Machine” slips underneath the hold and counters back into the wristlock that he had originally, stepping through the hold and moving closer to Roberto in order to make countering it harder than it was originally. Twisting his way out of the wristlock, using his longer legs as a lever, Roberto then applies a three-quarter nelson instead which Nighthawk counters by dropping down into a prawn hold that gets a quick 1-count.} Preston Marshall: Technical Wrestling at it's finest Jaymie Boone: My God, This is So Boring.... Preston Marshall: Still not a fan? Jaymie Boone: So Bland... (As both men step back up to their feet, Roberto shaking out his left arm and Nighthawk stretching his neck, they again shake hands and go back to the collar-and-elbow lock-up. Continuing to jockey for position Nighthawk again tries to sneak inside to get a wristlock using his speed only to be caught by Roberto Verona & quickly taken over with a side headlock. Locking his fingers together to ensure that he gets the absolute most out of this hold Roberto then simply lies down on the smaller Chicago resident, trying to use his weight to take as much stamina away as he can. Banging his elbows on the mat in frustration that he is having as much trouble getting out of this side headlock as he is right now the “Wrestling Machine” quickly works on trying to counter this hold he finds himself in, crossing his feet together and rocking out of the hold until he can loosen the hold enough up to escape it. but as he rises to his feet Roberto seems frustrated that Nighthawk didn’t immediately offer a handshake, and pops Nighthawk with a forearm strike to the jaw. Shaking his head from the force of the blow, Nighthawk runs his tongue around the roof of his mouth and mouths the words “So you don’t want to wrestle anymore” and quickly returns fire with a blistering trio of knife-edge chops to the chest.)Preston Marshall: The newcomer is taking it to Verona, here tonight! Jaymie Boone: Sorry, I stopped watching the match, and am reading what the water in this bottle is made of. Preston Marshall: Isn't it just made of Water? (Moving on his opening Nighthawk ducks under a wild lariat attempt and uses that to swing backwards into a handstand into a satellite armdrag, followed by a wraparound armdrag and then a wheelbarrow armdrag which sends Roberto to the floor, looking quite confused at what is going on in front of him. Following him out Nighthawk hits a no-hands bullet tope through the ropes. Continuing to press his advantage Nighthawk chases after Roberto only to be alley-ooped up into the air, where he recovers by landing on the 2nd turnbuckle stanchion on the outside & then springboards backwards right into a high-speed tilt-a-whirl armdrag. Picking Roberto up the Chicago native rolls him back into the ring and signals for a springboard hurricanrana only for Roberto to counter that right into a World Liner that gets a 2-count. Quickly grinding the bone of his forearm across the face of Nighthawk Roberto then pops him right in the nose with the flat of his palm, following that up with a barrage of forearms to the chest and jaw as he tries to get Nighthawk out of here as quickly as he can.)Jaymie Boone: Wow, even Nighthawk has made Verona look boring. Preston Marshall: And we just cut her mic, Please? (Quickly landing a European Uppercut Roberto hits a Blue Thunder Bomb that gets a long 2-count. Hitting a snap suplex, and then following that up with a running senton bomb, Roberto picks Nighthawk up and whips him into a turnbuckle. But as the Italian follows him in the Chicago native flips backwards over him, ducks underneath a rebound lariat attempt, and then hits a running hurricanrana. Getting another head of steam Nighthawk follows him out with a slingshot into another tilt-a-whirl armdrag on the floor.)Jaymie Boone: Can't this guy, do something more then Arm-Drags? Preston Marshall: But they are beautiful. Jaymie Boone: Then he should go to Mexico. (But as Nighthawk rolls Roberto back into the ring he goes for another springboard hurricanrana, However Verona blocks the attempt, and walks him over towards the turnbuckle, and whips Nighthawk head into the turnbuckle, many times, Verona then pulls him upwards, as Nighthawk is a bit dazed, before spreading his arms, before planting Nighthawk in the middle of the ring, with the Fallen Idol, Verona drops down to his knees, pressing Nighthawks arms into the mat, One......Two.....Three!}Amber Ashe: “The winner of the match, advancing in the Road to the Gold tournament, Roberto Verona!” Preston Marshall: And Verona, pulls out a win, thru you have to give it to Nighthawk, who showed alot of heart, and skill in this matchup. Jaymie Boone: I'm just glad it's over. -------------------------[COMMERCIAL BREAK]------------------------- --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MATCH SEVEN STARLETS RTTG MATCH 4 Mercedes Vargas vs. Skye Armani --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {"Face to Face" by Siouxie & the Banshees starts from the PA system as Mercedes appears on the entrance way, hand on waist.}Amber Ashe: And her opponent, from Buenos Aires, Argentina... MERCEDES VARGAS! Preston Marshall: After her recent loss to Jennifer Williams I'm sure she wants to take this tournament by assault and get another crack at the belt. Jaymie Boone: Not nearly a hard task, given her first opponent... *yawn* {Cheers, boos and catcalls soon greet her. Oblivious and yet satisfied with their reaction for several seconds, she flips her long hair, then makes her way to the ring. As she goes up the steps and walks along the ring apron, she straddles the top rope, facing the crowd before she walks the rest of the apron and climbs to the turnbuckle, then turns her head back as the camera shows her determined expression.}{Skye Armanni shows atop the entrance ramp with her arms wide open for the cheering crowd. She blows a kiss to the entire arena, and then waves as she treks down the aisle.}Amber Ashe: The following contest is for the Starlets' Road to the Gold Tournament! Introducing first, from Victoria, Canada... SKYE ARMANNI! Jaymie Boone: For someone who calls herself the most beautiful thing ever, she's less than lucky inside the ring. Preston Marshall: That's an understatement; ever since her first win in NCW, she hasn't shown anything else than her ass. Jaymie Boone: Not that I have anything against pretty asses, but Skye just... Nuh-uh. She's all fap material. Preston Marshall: You're one to talk. Jaymie Boone: What? {As she reaches the ring, she scales the steel steps, jumping between the mid and top ropes, quickly going up on a turnbuckle to blow more kisses and show off her body to the crowd.}DING DING DING! {As soon as the bells ring, Skye is caught off guard still smiling and shaking her money-maker to the audience, as Mercedes immediately strikes her with an axe handle punch to the head that sends her staggering. Mercy quickly corners Skye against a corner and starts delivering punches and chops to her head and chest, before showcasing all her elasticity by lifting a leg and choking Skye against the post, forcing the sole of her size 5 against the Canadian's neck. The referee is quick to try and take Mercedes away from there, forcing a four count. Skye coughs as Mercedes finally lets go, but she's quickly pressed against the corner again by a brutal dropkick that squeezes the tanned beauty between Mercy and the turnbuckles.}Preston Marshall: Mercedes with the fast paced, strong hitting offense. Jaymie Boone: Skye's gonna be dust in no time. {Mercedes doesn't give Skye time to regroup as she quickly lifts the Canadian to her feet and throws her to the ropes. As Skye rebounds back, she doesn't even have the spirit to duck an obvious clothesline that almost flips her inside out. As Skye crumbles, Mercy grips a chunk of Skye's hair and lifts her head, yelling at whoever wants to listen to her that if that's the best competition she could've been given, that tournament was already hers.}Preston Marshall: I guess she heard you, Jaymie, she's totally dominating AND underestimating Skye in this match. Jaymie Boone: UNDERestimating? Don't make me laugh! Skye couldn't hold her own against my 4-year-old niece Ava, let alone fighting Mercedes back. Preston Marshall: Cruel. ... wait, you have nieces? {Mercy then leaves Skye on her fours as she tracks to a corner and climbs to the top rope, preparing a fierce move. Skye gets a miraculous second wind, though, and rushes to that very corner, driving a punch to Mercedes' face. Mercy falls seated on the corner as she loses balance and growls at Skye as the two ladies start trading blows to one another's face. Skye seems to have an edge over Mercedes this time, as slow and steady she starts climbing the corner. But by the time Skye reaches the mid rope, Mercedes starts throwing punch after punch after punch before coiling up and then thrusting her feet forward, kicking Skye from the ropes. The Beautiful Thing collapses and crashes against the mat, and Mercedes climbs back to the top rope. Once there, the Argentine Assassin takes aim and jumps, executing a moonsault... That connects with the mat as Skye rolls out of the way! Mercedes is now rolling around the ring holding her chest, and Skye is pretty much out of it.}Preston Marshall: Timely dodge, Skye might have an opening to react! Jaymie Boone: If she doesn't blow it completely, that is. The referee's gonna have to show some math skills now, they're both out of it. Preston Marshall: You really hate Skye, don't you? Jaymie Boone: Of course not! She's hot and has a beautiful smile. She just can't wrestle for her cookies. {The referee indeed starts counting both out, and by the time he counts 6, Skye is up and breaks the count by lifting Mercy back to her feet. With the Spanish Fly still a bit out of air, Skye whips Mercy to the ropes. As she rebounds back, Skye stuffs Mercy's stomach with a big boot that doesn't take her down, before running the ropes and striking Mercy with a running start dropkick. Mercy falls next to the ropes, and before dragging the Argentinean wrestler to the center of the ring, Skye takes her time adding some insult by grinding Mercedes' face against the bottom rope. After the Make-Up Corrector, she drags Mercedes to the center of the mat and covers.}ONE! NO! Mercedes kicks out. Jaymie Boone: See, she ain't applying any force to her covers, that's why people kick out so easily. Preston Marshall: Whoa, Jaymie! Since when you have all this mat expertise? I'm baffled, to say the least. Jaymie Boone: Been training. Preston Marshall: With-- Jaymie Boone: You don't wanna know. {Skye gets up after the quick kick-out and pouts, bringing Mercedes to her feet again and dragging her to a corner. After that, she hops onto the top rope and signals for the 10-punch... But instead, she goes for the 10-slap! Slap after backhand to the face, Skye counts with the crowd until she reaches the 9th hit. As she raises her hand for the final backhand, Mercedes drops from where she is and tugs Skye's legs, making the Canadian wrestler fall with her face against the top turnbuckle, being bounced backwards and hitting the mat. As Skye holds her face, Mercedes smirks and gets up, knotting Skye's legs around one of hers, and then yanking a handful of her opponent's hair, pulling her head up before kicking it back down to the mat with a vicious curb stomp. After that, Mercedes rolls Skye over and covers.}ONE! TWO! TH-- NO! Skye kicks out. Preston Marshall: Brutal curb stomp, but Skye survives. Jaymie Boone: She's taking a pounding alright... I'm surprised she has survived this far. {Mercedes doesn't skip a beat as Skye kicks out, promptly dragging Skye to her feet and hammer-throwing her to the ropes. When Skye comes back, Mercedes hops onto the Canadian's shoulders for a hurricanrana, but Skye plants her feet and reverts it into a powerbomb! Skye takes her time to get up, as Mercedes squirms about holding her back. Before Mercy can get up, Skye attacks with a double stomp as she makes her way to the ropes, followed by another running dropkick to the head. Feeling the advantage, Skye lifts Mercedes back to her feet and whips her to the ropes again. But this time,Mercedes ducks under Skye's obvious clothesline attempt. Mercedes quickly does a handspring and bounces on the opposite set of ropes, and when she comes back, with a picture perfect backflip, she grabs Skye by the head and executes a beautiful Tornado DDT! With Skye completely out of it, Mercedes drags her to the center of the ring and, after rolling her around, she wraps her legs with her opponent's and arches backwards, locking Skye in her trademark Muta lock!}Preston Marshall: It's the Divine Mercy! Skye may have to kick out! Jaymie Boone: And that's gonna have been the smartest thing she's ever done! {Skye squirms and fights against the hold, delivering several elbows to Mercy's shoulder, eventually forcing the Argentine Assassin to break the hold. Mercedes rolls about and tries to get up, and when she's on fours, Skye gets another miraculous second wind and slides next to Mercedes, catching one of her base arms and locking in a crippler crossface! Mercedes is caught off guard as she squirms and fights the hold, eventually bringing herself up a bit with her free arm and then fully arching her whole body again, doing the unthinkable - hitting Skye on the head with her feet! After several kicks, Skye lets go of the crossface, but she keeps the driver seat as she brings Mercedes to her feet and knees her to the gut, putting her in the double underhook.}Jaymie Boone: She's going for the Armanni Special! Preston Marshall: What a HUGE win would it be! {But before Skye can connect the Armanni Special, Mercedes forces the Canadian upwards and reverts it into a back body drop. Skye quickly bounces back to her feet, but as she sprints into Mercedes, she eats a thrust kick to the jaw (Be Still My Heart)! As Skye crumbles down, Mercedes smirks, but doesn't go for a cover or for the Black Rose Overdrive. Instead, she ties Skye's feet together again and puts the Canadian in the Stryker Lock!}Preston Marshall: Peligro Rojo Número Dos! Jaymie Boone: Red Peril 2 for the non-Spanish-speakers! Preston Marshall: She's gonna have to tap! {It doesn't take too long until Skye taps out to the Red Peril v.2, and the bells are rung again. Mercedes quickly gets up and dusts her hands and her clothes before getting her hands raised.}Amber Ashe: The winner of this match... MERCEDES VARGAS! Jaymie Boone: The obvious happened, but surprisingly, Skye didn't go down without a fight! Kudos to the booty shaker for that. Preston Marshall: But Mercedes stands tall again, and she advances to the second round. Stay tuned as the Road to the Gold brackets will roll on as soon as we come back! Jaymie Boone: Don't leave us alone -------------------------[COMMERCIAL BREAK]------------------------- Preston Marshall: The next match is our Main Event, and well, I feel blessed that for once, I will get to call a match between two of the greatest Hall Of Famers in the history of this company. Jaymie Boone: I know, usually Eric Hardy, and the untalented darkie get to call the big matches. Preston Marshall: I cant believe you said that Jaymie? Jaymie Boone: Well, I do my job better than Willy Carter. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- MAIN EVENT RTTG STAR MATCH 2 Adam Knite vs. Falcon --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- {The lights in the arena go out as the only glimmer of light is from the nCw-tron flashing the name of Adam Knite as "Trade yourself In" by Shinedown begins to play. Adam steps out and the strobe lights begin flashing on and off as the fans begin to boo wildly. Adam makes his way to the ring as the lights come back on playing to the fans the entire way, he slides under the bottom rope and after playing to the crowd some more waits for the start of the match.}Preston Marshall: And there is the boss! Jaymie Boone: That's why I am the premiere announcer in NCW, because I would of called him a Triple Crown Winner and Hall of Famer. {Smoke filters up from the exit to the back. The song begins, blasting right out of the gate. Falcon emerges from the smoke as the dual guitars blast sonic waves into the arena. He runs to the left on the stage, throwing his hands up, urging the crowd to their feet. He runs back to the right, feeling the energy and feeding off it. More gestures, the crowd is near frenzied by this point. He runs back to the center, then down the ramp. Sliding nimbly into the ring, moving to the corner and leaping from the canvas to the top turnbuckle. He drops down, moving to the ropes on no particular side, and standing on them, half on the bottom, half on the middle, arm raised in the devil horns. He turns from the ropes, getting ready for the match.}Preston Marshall: And speaking of which, here is another Triple Crown winner and Hall of Famer. Jaymie Boone: Now you're just stealing my lines. {Adam and Falcon circle each other, and both give a slight nod to the other, as Norman Dafoe, waves his hands in the air. As the bell rings, Adam goes for a lockup with the smaller Falcon, but Falcon gets out of the way, and fires a stiff kick, to the thigh of Adam Knite, which causes the Co-Owner of NCW to hop for a second, Falcon goes for another one, but Knite catches the leg, He tries to sweep Falcon down, but he too escapes a takedown attempt, But is soon put in a headlock by Knite, Falcon tries to power Knite off him, but instead is dragged down to the mat, by the much larger Knite who holds him in a side headlock.}Preston Marshall: The two former World Champions are feeling each other out here. Jaymie Boone: I can't wait for the fireworks to happen! {Adam holds Falcon in place, but soon Falcon is able to get to his feet, and sweeps Adam down, before quickly attempting a quick Legdrop, to which Adam rolls out of the way of, Adam double-leg takedowns Falcon, before going for a pin, One....Two.....Falcon rolls Adam over into a pin of his own, One.....Two.....Adam kicks out, and gets up, as does Falcon, Knite quickly tries to decapitate Falcon with a clothesline, but Falcon ducks underneath before hitting a huge Hip Toss, in which sends the King reeling, and sliding under the bottom rope!}Jaymie Boone: Wow, that might of been the stiffest Hip Toss, I ever seen. Preston Marshall: Falcon has Knite reeling early! {Adam stands on the outside of the ring, just walking around, trying to realize what is going on, when Suddenly, Falcon comes sprinting at him, and dives thru the middle rope with a Suicide Dive, but Adam moves out of the way, as Falcon crashes to the floor below, Adam quickly pulls Falcon up, and tosses him into the nearby Barricade, before once again yanking him up, and Irish Whip's Falcon into the Steel Steps, causing Falcon's knees to smash hard into the stairs, dislodging them, before Adam slides back into the ring, before rolling back out to the break the count}Preston Marshall: I guess I spoke to soon a minute ago, as Knite might be looking to just pick apart, a fellow Hall Of Famer. Jaymie Boone: Hopefully, being a Hall Of Famer, isn't like being a Highlander, where there can be only one, if that is the case, Adam might be looking to increase his power. {Knite moves back over towards Falcon, who is clinching his knee, while trying to get to his feet, as Knite lunges for a attack, but Kyle shoots a Feint kick to the midsection of Knite, to try to strave him off, but Knite blocks the second attempt, and Leg Whips Falcon, before tossing him back into the ring, Adam smiles, and grabs Falcon leg, and attempts to lock on a Figure Four, but Falcon pushes him off with the other leg, sending Adam, face first into the turnbuckle, Adam quickly recovers, but is caught by a Small Package from Falcon, One.....Two.....Knite kicks out, as Falcon stumbles up to his feet, he charges in towards Adam, looking to attempt a Huracanrana, but Knite catches him and tosses him backwards into the Turnbuckle, but Falcon lands on his feet, as Knite turns around and is met with a boot to the face by Falcon, knocking him backwards as Falcon begins to turn around to face Adam on the turnbuckle}Preston Marshall: The Bird is looking to fly. Jaymie Boone: Why do you always, always use the same lines? {Falcon stands on the top rope, as Adam is holding his jaw getting up, Falcon then flies off the top rope, and wraps his legs around Adam, looking for a Huracanrana, but instead pushes himself up, and grabs Adam head for a DDT with his Falcon's Wings, but instead out of nowhere, Adam holds Falcon up before his head smacks the mat, before reaching down and hooking Falcon leg and flipping him over with a Fisherman Buster, instead of hooking the leg for the pin, Knite, rolls over, still holding Falcon leg, and pulls him over and locks in the Restless Knite!!!}Jaymie Boone: Restless Knite, the move that has claimed many of victims and is the only move ever to make Trent Helms tap out. Preston Marshall: Adam, been working that knee all night, I think he is looking to tear a tendon or too. {Falcon screams in pain, as Adam drops down to a knee, and puts a lot of pressure on Falcon's single leg, Falcon doesn't look as if he is going to tap, but is in a huge amount of pain, Falcon tries to inch towards the Ropes, as Norman Dafoe is in a good position to see Falcon's head and arms, Adam arches back, nearly pulling Falcon's leg to the point, that he could kick himself in the back of the head, as Adam screams....Ask Him....Before Yelling, Ring the damn bell...I command you}Preston Marshall: Falcon refuses to quit, so Adam is trying to make the official make Falcon quit. Jaymie Boone: If Norman Dafoe knows what is good for him, he better do what is demanded of him! {Norman Dafoe doesn't ring the bell, and instead asks Falcon if he wants to submit, Falcon doesn't answer as he tries to push himself up to the ropes, but he is still several feet away, Falcon then begins kicking, trying to power out, but Knite instead releases the hold, and yanks Falcon up to his feet, before slapping him across the face, and hooks him for the Knites Of The Round, Adam talks down to the seemingly defenseless Hall Of Famer, as he lifts him up, but Falcon counters in mid-air, with a Elbow, but Adam still has his arm wrapped around Falcon, as he tries once again, this Time Falcon leaps and manages to get onto Adam shoulders, and flips him over with a Cruxifix! One......Two......Three!}Jaymie Boone: Holy Hell, Falcon pulls it out. Preston Marshall: Amazing pinfall attempt by Falcon, he has made a habit of doing that. {No, Adam Knite barely manages to get the shoulder up, as he hops to his feet first, he kicks Falcon, and lifts him up for a Powerbomb, but it is in turn, countered by Falcon, into the Falcon's wings, as Knite's head goes smashing into the mat, but Falcon clinches his knee in pain, as soon as the move is completed, and unable to crawl over to make a cover on Adam.}Preston Marshall: Falcon's Wings! {Both men, lie on the ground as Norman Dafoe begins to do a count, when suddenly the bell rings, as Dafoe looks confused, as he quickly exits the ring, and over by the announce table}Jaymie Boone: Can you hear what they are saying? {After talking with Amber Ashe, finding out, what has happened, they discuss it, and Ashe takes a Microphone} Amber Ashe: Ladies & Gentleman, the 10 Minute Time-Limit for Trauma matches has ended, therefore, the match, will be declared....A Draw! {The crowd doesn't like the decision, neither do Adam or Falcon, or Jaymie and Preston for that matter}Jaymie Boone: This is the Road To The Gold, you can't have a draw, can you? Preston Marshall: I....I really don't know {Adam crawls out of the ring, and grabs a microphone from Amber Ashe}Adam Knite: You know what, This simply will not do, afterall, this is the Road To The Gold Tournament, and in the six year history of the event, we have never had a draw, so Kyle my friend.... {Suddenly, Sense comes out of nowhere, jumping on the apron and clubbing Falcon, who was standing to close to the ropes, upside the head! Adam immediately begins arguing with Dafoe to keep him occupied as Sense steps into the ring. Falcon, dazed from the match and the clubbing blow attempts to rush Sense but all he does is run straight into The Prediction! Falcon is down and out as Sense steps back out of the ring.}Adam Knite: I'm declaring this match, be sent into Overtime....Ring the bell Dafoe, if you want your paycheck next week! Preston Marshall: This isn't right....Adam just gave himself the advantage after Sense appeared out of nowhere and brutally attacked Falcon, before starting the Overtime Period! {Norman doesn't like it, but rings the bell, Adam tries to power his way into a cover, but Dafoe, stops him in his track, telling Adam, the rules stat, Falcon has to be allowed to get to his feet, Adam smiles, and yanks Falcon up by his Jet Black long hair, and smiles at Dafoe, as he hooks Falcon for the Knites Of The Round, as he cockily looks over at the official}Adam Knite: He is standing, Start the match! {Dafoe allows the match to continue, as Adam smiles, at the defenseless Falcon, who he plans to plant flat into the mat with the Knites Of The Round, Falcon is still defenseless, as Adam, just goes for overkill, as he plants Falcon with the Knites Of The Round, Adam drops down and covers, One.....Two.....Three!Jaymie Boone: Adam wins this one with a little help from Sense and I'm starting to think that that little 10 minute draw thing was part of the plan. Preston Marshall: Very astute of you Jaymie but if I were you, I would just nod and smile. Adam wins after one hell of a match. {Adam slides out of the ring, holding his hand in the air in victory, as Sense slides back in and begins delivering stomp after stomp on the prone Falcon. After a few moments of this, Sense takes Falcon by the legs and locks in the Lex Marks the Spot! Sense pulls back on the hold as Falcon struggles in it, screaming in pain until passing out.}Preston Marshall: What a disgusting display at the hands of Sense. Jaymie Boone: He's probably upset that Falcon was the one that eliminated him from the Warfare. Preston Marshall: That doesn't excuse this behavior. Sadly, the time to say good night has come. Jaymie Boone: Thank you for joining us and I can't wait to see all my beautiful peeps next week. {The show ends with Sense pushing Falcon's feet off of him, placing a boot on his chest and raising his arms into the air.}
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