Post by Leonard Fox on Dec 23, 2012 17:33:43 GMT -6
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DATE: 12-22-2012
LOCATION: Birmingham, Alabama
ARENA: BJCC Arena
NOTES: Coming Soon
THEME: "The Enemy" by Papa Roach
COMMENTATORS: Preston Marshall and Jaymie Boone
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{Trauma comes flying onto the screen after the opening video and the fans are on their feet in support of NCW’s Saturday Night show. The camera pans their faces to get a good feel of the excitement in the air tonight before coming in and settling at the commentary booth with Preston and Jaymie.}
Preston Marshall: Welcome again to NCW’s Saturday Night Trauam. As always I’m Preston Marshall and this is my partner Jaymie Boone, and we have have a good show for you tonight.
Jaymie Boone: It should be ok, I guess.
Preston Marshall: Ignore here. We’re going to jump right into the action tonight, as our first match is ready to go.
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MATCH ONE
Singles Match
James Warren vs. Captain Howdy
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MATCH ONE
Singles Match
James Warren vs. Captain Howdy
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{The lights dim, as "Captain Howdy" begins to play. He storms down the ramp, neither looking into the crowd, or back the way he came. As he gets closer, he removes his lime green jacket, and drops it at ringside near the attendant, along with his walking stick. The Captain slides under the bottom rope, then stands, glaring at the official, and almost stalking him, causing him to jump out of the ring. He then starts to pace back and forth, growling and muttering, like a caged animal waiting to be fed, as he waits for the match to start. }
{“Savior” by Skillet“Skillet by Savior” begins to blast across the speakers and as it does James Warren emerges through the curtain to the sound of boos. He is accompanied by his wife Cynthia and smirks as he slowly struts his way down to the ring. Fans begin to boo loudly in his face but he pays no attention to them as he eventually finds himself at the ring. He slides into the ring and kips up to his feet. He sits on the ropes just waiting patiently for his opponent to come out.}
Preston Marshall: Here we go fans, these two are ready to square off... and there’s the bell.
{Inside the ring, Howdy and Warren have locked up, with both men fighting for control. Howdy is able to get a side headlock on Warren, and torques it up rather hard. Warren yelps in pain, but pushes Howdy off into the ropes and goes for a clothesline, but Captain Howdy bounces off the opposite side and takes him down with a flying shoulder block!}
Preston Marshall: Nice tenacity shown by Captain Howdy there.
Jaymie Boone: This guy seriously gives me the creeps
{Howdy pounces back on Warren, pulling him up by the hair and forcing him into the corner. Slapping the chest with the back of his hand, the crowd cheering him on as he delivers knifedge chop after knifedge chop. Warren screams out in pain again and as Howdy goes to nail another chop, Warren sticks his finger in the eye of Howdy, who grabs his face and steps back}
Preston Marshall: Woah, Woah, Woah, we have a cheater here.
Jaymie Boone: He is such a dreamboat, and a badass.
Preston Marshall: We truly have a badass here.
{Howdy stumbles back and Warren blows out of the corner and drops Howdy with a massive clothesline! Warren drops to his knee and starts laying punches into the skull of Howdy. The crowd really behind Howdy, and showing their distaste for Warren . The referee warns Warren to lay off, open the fist. Warren blows him off and offers one more punch to the head before rolling Howdy up onto his knee, dropping to his back, and locking in a modified chokehold, using his shin as a weapon!
Jaymie Boone: Using his knowledge of the human body to inflict pain, he can use his knowledge of anatomy with me anytime
Preston Marshall: Warren being quite inventive indeed.
{Howdy wiggles, trying to catch his breath. Warren squeezes tighter and tighter. Howdy is fading quick, and with a last ditch effort, presses with all of his might, forcing Warren's shoulders to the mat. He gets a two count}
Preston Marshall: Warren nearly pins himself there.
Jaymie Boone: I will….
Preston Marshall: Just shut the eff up.
{Warren barely has enough time to think and forces Howdy off from him, barely able to kick out before the three count! Warren's face is full of shock, and Howdy is back in the corner, rubbing his throat, a smirk on his face.}
Preston Marshall:Genius move by Howdy!
Jaymie Boone: He just seriously creeps me out, his hands are the hands of a bad person
{Back in the ring, Warren is on his feet and runs at Howdy, who impressively takes down Warren with a back spinning heel kick of out nowhere! The crowd cheers massively. Howdy is quick to his feet and heads to the top rope. He points to his knee, then Warren.}
Marshall: KNEE DROP!
Jaymie Boone: Not pretty but that is one effective move
{Howdy jumps off the top rope, as Warren is slowly getting to his feet, his head dropped and left exposed. Leaping through the air, Howdy extends both legs and nailing an impressive top rope guillotine leg drop!
Marshall: What a move…
Jaymie Boone: Quite impressive, the crowd normally doesn’t cheer for Howdy, but I think they all hate the pretentious attitude of Dr. Warren.
{Howdy covers his ears, as if the cheers are hurting them, he stalks around the ring and looks over at Warren who is starting to get to his feet. He rushes at him but Warren dodges out of the way.}
Boone: That doesn’t mean he likes them.
{Warren bounces to his feet. He gets behind Howdy, pulls him around and drops him driving both his knees into the back of Howdy, Howdy bounces into the air and hits the mat, his hands reach for his back}
Marshall: What a move by the Doc.
{Warren looks at the crowd and makes a few rude gestures at them, giving Howdy a second to recover. Warren turns his attention back to Howdy, and walks over, smiling as he smacks at Howdy's head. Out of nowhere, Howdy reaches up and pulls Warren Warren down with a small package. 1...2.. but Warren breaks free of the pin attempt. Both men quickly turn back up to there feet where Captain Howdy kicks Warren in the gut before taking him by the head, Howdy lifts Warren into the brainbuster that he calls the WIDOWMAKER... but Warren turns his weight during the lift and instead lands behind Howdy on the mat, James takes Howdy up and ANGLE SLAM! Warren quickly hooks a leg and covers 1...2....3!}
Preston Marshall: James Warren steals one away!
Jaymie Boone: Great job by the doctor with his second consecutive win.
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MATCH TWO
Singles Match
Crystal Williams vs. Rose Acanthia
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MATCH TWO
Singles Match
Crystal Williams vs. Rose Acanthia
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{Coming Soon Crystal Wins}
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Preston Marshall: What a show it has been so far and it is about to get even better as we get to sit back and enjoy a Road to the Gold Rewind for our main event.
Jaymie Boone: I get to enjoy watch Verona, I don’t really about anything else.
Preston Marshall: You rarely do…
Amber Ashe: The next match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first….
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MAIN EVENT
Singles Match
Roberto Verona vs. Andrew Jacobsen
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MAIN EVENT
Singles Match
Roberto Verona vs. Andrew Jacobsen
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{A loud air raid siren splits the air as the main guitar riff of "Indestructible" hits, and Andrew Jacobsen comes striding out onto the ramp. He takes a few steps forward, looking to either side. Andrew looks dead ahead at the ring, making a gun shape with his hand, and pulls his thumb across his throat as a mass of red and green pyro goes off behind him. Jacobsen walks down the ramp, staring dead at the ring, and pulls himself up onto the apron. He climbs through the second rope and walks to a corner, checking his gloves as he waits for the match to start.}
Amber Ashe: From Minneapolis, Minnesota, Andrew Jacccccoooooobbbbssssseeeennnn!!!
Preston Marshall: Despite losing his world title Andrew Jacobsen hasn’t allowed himself to succumb to misery, he’s dusted himself down and go up and he’s recorded some decent results too.
Jaymie Boone: Maybe but tonight he gets to watch a repeat of the worst night of his life. And in the holiday season too.
Amber Ashe: And his opponent….
{ The lights in the arena all go out at "King of the World" by Porcelain and the Tramps begins to blare out of the PA system. Spotlights begin to scan the crowd before fixating on a figure at the top of the stage which is revealed to be Roberto Verona, his head bowed towards the floor. As boos being to resonate around the arena Verona raises his head, the NCW World Championship wrapped around his waist, and he begins a slow methodical march down the ramp, the spotlight following him as golden pyro rains down from above on the stage. Verona stares with disgust at the crowd who heckle him as he approaches the ring, but he doesn't react to them. As he reaches the steps he slowly ascends them before walking towards the middle of the ring apron, turning around to look into the crowd one last time before looking up and closing his eyes as he stretches his arms out wide and basks in the abuse. After indulging himself Verona climbs into the ring, raising the NCW World Championship high above his head as he awaits the beginning of the match. }
Amber Ashe: From Firenze, Italy, he is the NCW World Champion and the Saviour of New Championship Wrestling, Roberto Verrrrroooooonnnnaaaaa!!!
Jaymie Boone: Did it just get hot in here?
Preston Marshall: Contain yourself, he has a girlfriend.
Jaymie Boone: Can’t a girl swoon a little anymore? Sheesh, you’re such a prude.
{ The referee stands between the two men who stare each other intently as the crowd begin to chant Andrew’s name, which prompt a wry little smile from Roberto who mockingly claps his opponent. The World title is raised high in the air by Roberto before it is passed between the ropes as the referee calls for the bell to signal the start of the match. Neither man moves an inch as the noise in the crowd begins to build, the audience letting their distaste for Verona be heard loud and clear as Roberto smiles and Andrew’s head darts from side to side before he launches himself forward with a right hand towards Verona’s jaw. The champion, however, manages to duck and emerge unscathed as the two men begin to circle one another before locking up. They struggle for a moment before Andrew gets the upper hand and applies a headlock before Roberto manages to push Jacobsen off of him and into the ropes before landing a clothesline which doesn’t seem to encourage a positive response from the fans who are determined to see Andrew win this match. }
Jaymie Boone: These people clearly have absolutely no taste whatsoever.
Preston Marshall: I can hardly blame them, Verona has hardly been endearing himself to them over the past few weeks.
Jaymie Boone: He doesn’t need to pander to them, they should just enjoy a supreme talent for what he is.
{ Jacobsen bounces up quickly from the clothesline only to be dropped again by a running knee to the face which keeps him down for a few moments longer. Before he has an opportunity to get up of his own accord Verona grabs his head and lifts him up before landing an uppercut to Andrew’s jaw which sends him staggering toward one of the corners where he lays up against the turnbuckles until Verona comes charging towards him where he lands a clothesline which sends spit flying out of Jacobsen’s mouth as he has the wind knocked out of him. Verona walks back towards Jacobsen and begins to lay right hands into his face as he looks into the crowd with a cocky grin with each connecting fist before the referee pulls Verona off of Andrew and begins to chastise him. }
Preston Marshall: The World Champion going a little bit overboard there considering this match has barely gotten started.
Jaymie Boone: If you want to be a wrestler you need to be prepared to get a beating, why do they have to always stop this? It’s a tough person’s sport.
{ Verona eventually gets tired of his lecture and pushes his way past the referee but in the meantime Andrew has been able to regain his composure and comes charging out of the corner before diving towards the mat where he connects with Roberto’s kneecap, driving his should deep into it causing the champion to buckle and fall to one knee. In one swift movement Andrew lifts himself up and lands a vicious right hand across Roberto’s face which knocks him down onto the mat where he rolls and gets back onto his feet only to be dropped by a dropkick which sends him crashing down to the mat. Andrew makes sure he doesn’t waste the opening and climbs on top of Verona and begins to rain down with some vicious elbows to Verona’s face. Jacobsen notices the referee approaching and he quickly stops and throws his hands up in the air in a declaration of innocence before landing one final elbow which leaves Roberto laid out on the mat momentarily before getting back up a little annoyed. }
Preston Marshall: Andrew showing he is certainly no pushover, getting himself back into this match and showing why he is a former world champion.
Jaymie Boone: It’s only temporary, trust me.
{ Roberto has clearly gotten bored of playing and he charges AJ but the plucky young man ducks once again, turning a driving a shoulder into Roberto’s knee which almost draws a wince of pain from the big man as he is forced to clutch at his knee. Andrew takes his opening and he jabs a few more elbows into the back of Roberto’s skull before wrapping an arm around his head and dropping him to the mat with a huge thud with a DDT. The crowd roars in approval as Jacobsen get on one knee before driving his other repeatedly into the neck of Roberto who does his best to shield himself from the assault. The crowd wills Andrew on with each strike before he applies a head lock, wrenching away at Roberto’s neck in an attempt to weaken his opponent. }
Jaymie Boone: This is illegal!
Preston Marshall: Weren’t you just bemoaning the lack of allowed physicality a few minutes ago?
Jaymie Boone: Shut up Preston, nobody cares what you think.
{ Andrew keeps wrenching but he is powerless to stop Roberto stirring. Holding on he is gradually lifted up with the rest of Verona’s frame until eventually his feet start to leave the mat, forcing him to grab on as tight as possible but as he eventually attempts to bail he realises Roberto has one of his hands wrapped firmly around his wrist, keeping him well and truly in place. With one devastating movement Roberto falls violently backwards and crushes Jacobsen beneath the weight of his upper torso with that cocky smile of his. Andrew cries in pain and clutches his ribs, kicking the mat in agony as Roberto gets up before driving his boot right into AJ’s gut and cockily prancing around the ring to show off. Seemingly not done with this assault he circles back in and plants a few more for good measure before breaking away to avoid the referee’s interruption. }
Jaymie Boone: This is much more like it, our world champion back on top. I like it when he’s on top.
Preston Marshall: You just can’t help yourself can you?
{ As Roberto brags a little more Jacobsen rolls backward and gets up quickly and lays a boot across Verona’s jaw whilst he isn’t paying attention which catches him completely by surprise before circling towards the ropes as he regroups and plots his next move, taking a moment to recover. Deciding quickly he races back at Verona but he is met by a charging Roberto who has recovered as he collides with his midriff sending him shoulder first to the mat before he begins to lay right hands into Andrew’s skull. Realising he can’t land any more he gets up and runs against the ropes as Jacobsen sits up and lands a vicious knee to the skull which sends the challenger straight back down before he stops at the ropes, grabbing them and staring down into the audience who shout some less than pleasant remarks towards him which cannot be repeated. }
Preston Marshall: I’m sorry if you heard any of that language at home folks.
Jaymie Boone: How dare they shout that at a decorated icon like Verona, they’re a disgrace.
{ After he is done exchanging pleasantries with the audience Roberto lifts Andrew back up and takes a few steps back and tries to throw a Madame Guillotine at Andrew but he manages to duck. As Roberto tries to hit another clotheslines Jacobsen drops to his knee and lands a right fist to the kneecap which Verona clutches in agony. Roberto leans over to try and grab at AJ but he crawls quickly between his legs, landing an elbow into the same knee before rising up and dealing out a devastating swinging neckbreaker to Verona who hits the mat with a thud. The crowd is right behind the North Star who shuffles over to Roberto and begins to land knees and elbows into his neck as the crowd cheer each impact. }
Jaymie Boone: These people are sick.
Preston Marshall: They’re just enjoying watching their pent up frustrations taken out on Verona after a month of poor behaviour.
{ Roberto pushes AJ away but as he gets to one knee Jacobsen moves in swiftly to hit a snap DDT which snaps at the neck of the champion whilst also sending him crashing right back down to the mat. Wasting little time Andrew leaps into the air and drops a leg across the neck of Verona to maximise the opportunity presented to him. Verona once again tries to get up but as he does Andrew bounces of the ropes and hits a one handed bulldog before driving a few more elbows into the neck of Verona who has been caught completely off guard by this furious assault from Andrew who is exploiting every opening he can find to find a victory in this match. Noticing that Roberto is down and out for the count Andrew sprints to the corner before jumping up top and trying to balance himself read for a little elevation to dish out a bit more punishment. }
Jaymie Boone: Stop this right now!
Preston Marshall: Andrew is looking to get this one finished and gain a measure of vengeance for his loss at the Road to the Gold.
{ Jacobsen spots his moment as Roberto slowly gets to his feet and he leaps right into the air but as he does Roberto spots him flying towards him and he manages to grab him before he pulls of his attack and he reverses it into a devastating Prediction! Light bulbs flash everywhere as Roberto hits a big reversal but he can’t capitalise straight away as he clutches his knee which is beginning to hurt. Eventually he rolls over onto Jacobsen, forcing the referee to make a count. 1….2…..NO! Jacobsen somehow manages to get an arm up to the utter dismay of Verona who cannot believe it. }
Preston Marshall: Wow, how did Andrew kick out of that one? Phenomenal display of spirit from the North Star.
Jaymie Boone: He should just lay down and let the inevitable happen, I would if I was Andrew….
{ Roberto begins to crouch, urging Jacobsen to get up with a grin on his face as he slowly stands to his feet. Verona charges at him, leaping in the air, before grabbing his skull and hitting an elevated DDT. Andrew flips onto his back as Verona senses blood and looks to lock on The Inquisition (Sharpshooter) but receives a boot to the face for his troubles. Clutching his face he smiles again and cocks his head impressed with Jacobsen’s resilience before turning back around and kicking Andrew square in the jaw, who is promptly sent back down to the mat after assuming a sitting upright position. Wasting no time he hobbles to the turnbuckle and hoists himself up, launching off the top rope and hurtling down to land an elbow drop across the throat of Andrew. He goes for the cover, 1….2…NO! Andrew gets his shoulder up just before the three count. }
Jaymie Boone: Just stay down *** damn it!
Preston Marshall: Andrew has absolutely no quit in him.
{ Verona picks himself up and watches Andrew carefully, staying a few feet away to avoid any mishaps as he labours over his next move. Before long Andrew begins to stir with a bloody intent in his eyes as he looks up to see Verona charging at him. In a split second decision he decides to lunge forward and attempt a spear and he connects with a huge thud sending both my men hurtling back down to the mat. Neither get up, Verona writhes around clutching his ribs, kicking the mat to try and divert some pain as Jacobsen recovers after using up what was left of his energy to land the spear. First to his feet is Andrew Jacobsen who stagger before leaning upright on the ropes, regaining his composure as his opponent finally begins to stand up as well. Andrew runs at Verona and hits a flying elbow to the face of the champion which sends him back to the mat, but he manages to get up as Jacobsen goes for a Lights Out only for Verona to duck the attempt groggily. }
Preston Marshall: This match has gone up a notch, what a performance from both men, Andrew was so close then!
Jaymie Boone: Watch out Roberto!
{ Verona turns around as does Andrew who goes for a clothesline but Roberto manages to duck again and grabs Jacobsen by the head and falls backwards, landing a neckbreaker. Picking himself up Roberto moves back towards Andrew and sets him up in position for a powerbomb. Steadying himself he hoists Jacobsen in the air and proceeds to put him into the Fall Idol powerbomb (Crucifix powerbomb). The crowd erupts with a huge chorus of boos as he parades Andrew around on his back, the latter shaking his head as he finally comes to and realises the predicament he is in. }
Jaymie Boone: Wow, look at how strong he is…
Preston Marshall: This is just showboating, plain and simple.
Jaymie Boone: When you look that good you can afford to show off a little.
{ Verona looks to try and pull Andrew back over his should to deliver the move but Jacobsen begins kicking Roberto hard in the back with his and wriggles free. Verona staggers forward a little bit and turns straight into a right hand from Andrew which sends him staggering backwards and buys Andrew a little time. As Roberto readjusts his jaw he doesn’t spot Andrew creeping up behind him as the crowd will Andrew onwards. Turning around he is met by the oncoming foot of Andrew but he manages to drop to his knees and rakes Andrew’s eyes with some sort of substance from his pocket and he leans over to pick him up to the crowd’s dismay but seemingly out of sight of the referee. Anew grabs his crotch which allows Verona the opportunity to grabs his head, leap in the air and land the Requiescat In Pace! Andrew hits the mat hard but he didn’t quite connect fully as Verona goes for the cover. 1……2….}
Jaymie Boone: Could this be it!?
Preston Marshall: Verona hit the Requiescat In Pace, but will it be enough to end the resilience of Andrew Jacobsen?
{ ……3!!!! Roberto Verona wins by nefarious means once again! As “King of the World” begins to blare out of the PA system Roberto marches around the ring with his NCW World Championship raised high in the air, basking in the abuse as Andrew rolls around on the mat clutching his eyes trying to explain what happened to the referee. }
Jaymie Boone: Woooooo!!!!!
Preston Marshall: Verona picks up the victory but he just threw something in Andrew’s eyes…. This isn’t what we wanted to see tonight.
Jaymie Boone: Are you kidding? This was a very good match between two great wrestlers and even though he lost Andrew shouldn’t be ashamed.
Preston Marshall: How can he be ashamed!? He didn’t deserve to lose that way!
{ Roberto continues to parade around the ring as Jacobsen desperately tries to clean out his eyes which are bloodshot from the substance Verona used to pick up the victory. The referee does his best to help but he is powerless to aid the fallen Jacobsen as Roberto rolls out of the ring and begins to walk up the ramp, clutching a hand over his eyes as he mockingly staggers up to the stage before turning back around and asking for a microphone. }
Roberto Verona: Getting a sense of Déjà vu Andrew? You might want to get that checked out Andrew, after all how else will you get to watch the main event of Collision tomorrow night.
{ Roberto smiles as the crowd boo him and a ringside paramedic pour a solution into Andrew’s eyes which washes away a lot of the substance that was irritating them. }
Roberto Verona: Let me make this quite clear, whatever Mike Laszlo thinks of me he is going to have to earn his world title shot, just like I had to and just like Andrew had to. All of you seem ready to accept anybody on the pretence that they will “give me what I deserve”. All I deserve is to be remembered as the greatest NCW World Champion of all time.
{ The crowd boo once again as Roberto allows them to indulge their disgust. }
Roberto Verona: Whether you agree with my methods, of you disagree you had better get used to seeing this belt around my waist. Whether Mike, Lex, Xander or anybody else feels like trying to take this away from me I guarantee that when 2013 comes to a close it will be remembered for my reign at the top of this company. There isn’t one man who has the ability it takes to wrench this from me.
{ Roberto grins wryly before looking into the camera. }
Roberto Verona: Merry Christmas NCW, and a Happy New Year.
{ Roberto tosses the microphone to one side before raising the world title into the air and looking out at the crowd who are baying for his blood as Trauma comes to a close. }