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M3: Onslaught© vs. Rok & Bukowski; REF: Lucas Millar
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Topic Started: Oct 13 2012, 08:02 AM (1,115 Views)
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The Inquisition
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Oct 13 2012, 08:02 AM
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Oct 14 2012, 11:11 AM
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Madison Square Garden buzzes with fallout from the return of the Canadian Wolf, Alex LeBlanc. Will he get the winner of MAGIC/Aries? Or will he have to climb his way back to the top?
The conversations hush when the Titantron flickers to life, and there's the quick-clicking sound of a roll of movie film beginning to run. The images are slowed and grainy black-and-white "historical" footage of events that, actually, didn't happen too long ago. Accompanying the film is a chord-heavy, plodding soundtrack of despair and ruin.
We see Terry Bukowski storming down a backstage hallway. An added graphic at the bottom reads "May, 2012. Omaha, NE" in white, block letters.
Bukowski is at the doorway to the women's locker room. He's talking to someone, angry, fit-to-be-tied. The camera pans slightly and we see he's talking to: Ata Tatupu, then Cyanide champion. Tatupu is a little pissed for being disturbed. But otherwise she seems calm and content. We remember this moment. We now recognize that she had no earthly idea what was coming.
A red film is suddenly overlaid onto the footage as Bukowski strikes out with a pulverizing boot into Tatupu's jaw, and the back of her skull slams into a row of steel lockers. The footage speeds up slightly as the gigantic linebacker strikes out, sending his fists into her face over and over again. As Tatupu slides to the ground and tries to crawl away, and fails.
We cut to Tatupu being addressed by paramedics, strapped into a stretcher with her head immobilized to cut down risk of permanent paralysis. We watch over the shoulders of Takato Kazama and Patrick Slaughter as Tatupu is loaded into an ambulance.
We shift scenes to: "September, 2012. Pittsburgh, PA." This is previously unreleased footage -- it appears to come from somebody's cellphone, hiding around a corner down the hall -- of the beatdown on Takato Kazama, backstage in the Consol Energy Center.
Ata Tatupu has already fled the scene, and Terry Bukowski and Devlin Rok stand above Takato Kazama raining stomps and knees down onto the fallen Manga warrior. Rok drops down to apply a choke while Bukowski sends a series of savage steel-toed boot strikes aimed at Kazama's lower-right ribcage -- about where his liver should be.
Cut to: The view over Slaughter's shoulder as Kazama is loaded into an ambulance. And a voice over -- the sound of the Gridiron Goliath, Terry Bukowski: "Two down. One to go."
The screen goes dark momentarily.
When it comes back, the footage is in color, full speed, and the morose music has been replaced with a blistering rock score.
We see footage from Superbattle, Takato Kazama bringing a steel chair down onto Bukowski's head, racing to Summerfest, and the wild four-man steel chair brawl there. Kazama's wild stoppage win at Revolution and Rok and Bukowski's post-match beatdown. Then Desperate Measures, as everything comes full circle:
Ata Tatupu stands in the ring with Terry Bukowski and she's the one holding steel. She brings it crashing down into his mullet, to intentionally disqualify her own team and temporarily save the tag team titles...
Bukowski drops Kazama from the Logan Lock to the mat. He smiles at Tatupu, looking like he's not only not upset that Tatupu has attacked him like this... but he loves it. And we hear the words of Devlin Rok above the electric guitars: "Ata Tatupu stuck her nose in where it didn't belong. Now she's a part of this."
The Titantron goes black. There's no music. And for a few moments, there is relative quiet in the Garden.
Then percussion and electric guitar, bright white lights strobing the stage in synch with every beat. They let the full instrumental play out due to the big-time atmosphere of the event, a good half-minute, and the anticipation builds...
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Finally these words ring out:
Let's get ready to rumble!
And the curtains part. Here are Devlin Rok and Terry Bukowski!
Feel the fire, he's entering the ring His mindset only knows how to win This Danish fighter will break you in two You will feel all his power
The ring bell sounds and Bob Saget's voice follows:
Saget: The following contest is scheduled for one fall, and it is for the PRW Tag Team Championship! Introducing first, the challengers -- at a combined weight of five-hundred-and-two pounds, here are, from Omaha, Nebraska, the Beast of the Gridiron, "Terrible" Terry Bukowski! And his tag team partner, hailing from Greenville, South Carolina, the Paragon of Excellence, Devlin Rok!
The duo stride to the ring with an air of supreme confidence. And why shouldn't they be confident? Last time they were in the ring, they defeated the Onslaught. And now that Takato Kazama has been removed from the equation... and now that Ata Tatupu has taken his place...
Rok smiles as he walks and offers high-fives to the fans along the barricade, though few take him up on it. Bukowski's eyes are set straight ahead and focused on the task at hand. The New York crowd's venomous reaction threatens to drown out the music.
Maybe you're strong But you don't stand a chance Feel the power of a warrior!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!
FIGHT!!!
Rok and Bukowski hit the ring together, then briefly part. Rok hops up to the ring apron and falls to a knee, surveying the sweep of Madison Square Garden in all its glory. He smiles wide for the "adoring" fans, the look on his face saying, "we're already the champions; we're just here to pick up our hardware."
His partner, meanwhile, looks like he's descending into his own particular blend of general hostility and barely controlled madness. Bukowski thunders around the ring, then throws his forearms together under his throat in the "skull-and-crossbones" display. He screams at the New Yorkers and they scream back at him. They don't like each other.
Finally their music fades, and the upstart duo reconvene in the center of the ring. Rok starts whispering something, probably of strategy or tactics, up towards Bukowski's ear as they look out at the stage and await the appearance of the two-thirds-strength version of Onslaught.
Now bring us our belts.
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Oct 14 2012, 05:28 PM
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Normally, Patrick Slaughter didn't get that much love in New York. Maybe it was because he was from South Florida. Maybe because he hated every New York based professional team not named The Giants. So usually, he would get, at best, a mixed reaction. However, as soon as the first note of Iron Man Remix by Busta Rhymes and Ozzy Osbourne hit, the crowd went nuts. As he appeared on stage, there was no jersey over his uniform, nor fireworks. The only thing he had with him was his Tag Team Championship Belt and a solemn glare that did nothing to hide the anger inside. He began his descent on the ramp with his eyes locked on Devlin and Terry. Terry returned the glare with an evil smile as Devlin continued to talk over strategy.
I work hard to take care of every one of my niggaz Feel the love and appreciation from all of my niggaz When I think meditate and contemplate for my soul watch the truth manifest once the story unfold Disloyal motherfuckers I'ma BANISH you all and celebrate all in your absence once I get rid of y'all Sometimes I can't describe the wicked shit I feel in my heart Break my silence and sporadically tear you apart Strike with a serious vengeance and before you die Put you through the worst and make you take a look in my eye! So you could witness the extreme damage caused by betrayal Make you sorry for the fact that you attempted and failed! Make you eternally suffer, you was one of my mens Turn your back on me, and I'ma make sure you get it back times ten Stay TRUE -- now that's the one thing I religiously pledge If you ain't wit me I'ma throw you WAY over the edge THIS MEANS WAR!!
Bob Saget: And their opponents, the PRW Tag Team Champions! Coming first, from Fort Lauderdale, Florida, standing at 6 feet, 5 inches, and weighing in at 250 pounds, The Fort Lauderdale Native, PAAAAAAAAAAAAATRICK SLAUGHTEEEEEEEEEEER!
Brunswick: Patrick Slaughter.... if I could measure the amount of anger he has inside now....
Smith: I don't think a detonated atom bomb, or even two, could match the volatility of what is going on inside of Slaughter. Still, he is at a disadvantage. I don't think Ata is mentally prepared for....
Smith couldn't get his entire point out. As soon as Slaughter reached the end of the ramp, his music was phased out and was replaced by a different tune. In contrast to the hip-hop/rock style of the previous hymn, this one was a little bit more.... country.
Broken bones, broken hearts Stripped down and torn apart A little bit of rust - I'm still runnin'
Countin' miles, countin' tears Twisted roads, shiftin' gears Year after year - it's all or nothin'
As Still Unbroken by Lynyrd Skynyrd piped through the system, Ata Tatupu appeared on stage, sporting a black trench coat over her normal wrestling attire and the other Tag Team belt over her right shoulder. She looked out to the crowd, who gave her a bigger pop than Slaughter. She smiled faint before making her way down the ramp.
But I'm not home, I'm not lost Still holdin' on to what I got Ain't much left No there's so much that's been stolen I guess I've lost everything I've had But I'm not dead, at least not yet Still alone, still alive, Still UNBROKEN I'm still alone, still alive, I'M STILL UNBROKEN
Bob Saget: Now making her way to the ring, hailing from Tafuna, American Samoa, and Athens, Georgia, standing at 6 feet and weighing in at 160 pounds, ATA TATUPUUUUUU!
Brunswick: Ata is apparently makng a statement with her choice of music. I was talking earlier with Sylvia Wrath, who mentored Ata since after it was announced that The Stoic Samoan would be standing in for Takato Kazama. For those not in the know, The Manga Marvel was brutally attacked by the duo of Rokowski during Slaughter's match with Serial. Anyway, I asked The Wild Child about what we should expect. She merely smiled and said expect a different Ata in the ring.
Smith: So what did Sylvia do? Teach her how to choke in Undisputed Championship matches? Because Ata could have also learned that from Slaughter.
Brunswick: ...Really?
Smith: In all honestly, Josh, after what Bukowski did to Ata, it would have been better for her to just no-show, for her own sake.
Brunswick: Oh is that so?
With the commentators going back and forth, Ata finally reached Slaughter before looking over at him. Slaughter looked back at her before catching a subtle wink. The Broward County Brawler smiled slightly and winked back at her. The two then stepped forward and slid into the ring. As Devlin held him back, Terry verbally taunted Ata about what happened to her and Takato. As the music faded, the duo handed the referee the tag team belts. After that, Ata removed her trench coat and tossed into the nearest row of people. She turned away and eyed Terry.
Devlin couldn't hold back the small smirk from his face. Despite himself, he practically salivated at the thought of going after the "weak link". That smirk faded, however, when Ata stepped towards Bukowski, only to be held back by an intervening Slaughter. Her eyes were locked Terry, who's eyebrows rose in slight surprise.
Slaughter: Not yet, Ata.
Ata looked at Slaughter, then back at Terry. She then walked away and took her place on the apron outside of the ropes. As Rokowski eyed her, Slaughter smirked slightly as if he knew something they didn't know.
Brunswick: You were saying, Doug?
Smith: ....
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Devlin Rok
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Oct 15 2012, 02:04 AM
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Terry watches Ata step through the ropes before switching his attention to Patrick. The champion's eyes show focus on the match ahead but his mouth reveals the glee in knowing something his opponents don’t. With Slaughter in his corner ready for this match, Bukowski and Rok move back to theirs to talk some last minute strategy. The two speak for a moment before Devlin nods his head and steps through the ropes to the apron, letting the big man start this match off.
Brunswick: I looks like we're not going to see a repeat of last month's funny business between Rok and Bukowski.
Smith: Well obviously Josh. Who uses the same tactic twice in a row?
Patrick's smile from earlier widens just a bit as Terry turns to face him. This is the moment he finally gets to finish this sonovabitch and he has been waiting oh so patiently for it. With the bell already rung, the two big men move towards each other cautiously. Their hands are raised slightly and their legs twitch, waiting to pounce at any sudden movement. And sudden movement is exactly what they get as Bukowski tears towards Slaughter with a lariat, attempting to end this match before it begins. Pat is way too quick though and as Bukowski grows near; Slaughter ducks under the arm and pops back up as Terry hits the ropes. The Nebraskan doesn't even get to bounce off before Slaughter is all up in his grill with rights and lefts. The crowd is instantly behind the Fort Lauderdale Native as the ferocity behind the Tag Team Champion's blows knock Terry for a loop. All Bukowski can do is lean back and try and fend them off. Right after left after right are landed before Devlin's screaming make it through the fists and Terry quickly grabs the top rope and ducks underneath it, causing the ref to interfere and pull Patrick away. The crowd turns as Bukowski shakes the blows from his head. The Nebraskan takes his time to come back into the ring, making sure that Pat is still preoccupied with the ref. What he doesn't account for is the running boot that connects with his temple as Ata takes a shot from the apron. The mulleted mauler falls back into the ring and gets to a knee as Tatupu throws her arms up for the crowd, eliciting the response she called for. Devlin, on the other side of the ring, nearly loses his shit at the ref as he calls him out for not paying attention. It's all in vain though as Ata returns to her corner before the ref turns back around.
Smith: Look at this blatant disregard for the rules. Ata Tatupu is disrespecting everything that the Tag Team Titles are about.
Brunswick: You can't honestly believe that Rok and Bukowski would bring the titles any more respect, can you?
Smith: The lesser of two evils Brunny. I'd rather the Paragon of Excellence and his student hold the titles than this sham of a team.
With Bukowski back to his feet, the ref out of Patrick's way, and both partners in their corners, this match is ready to start back up again. Terry's head has taken the first beating but he'll be sure make it the last for now. Bukowski raises his arms and moves towards Slaughter, looking for a lock up. An uncharacteristic move but, with Devlin behind him, who knows what he's picked up in the last month. Slaughter is just as sceptical but acquiesces and raises his arms as well. The two men get close and as Patrick widens his arms to lock up, Terry throws a straight right punch into his nose. The crowd audibly groans as Patricks staggers back with his hands across his face. The Rabid Underdog doesn't have any time to recover as Terry is straight back at him with a boot to the unprotected gut. With his opponent keeled over in front of him, Terry now raises his arms in the air and brings them down for a back breaking axe handle. Patrick falls to his knees but doesn't stay there long as Bukowski soccer kicks him to the mat.
Brunswick: My god. That looked brutal.
Smith: But Patrick's already getting back up. Look!
Doug is right as Patrick is already pushing himself to his knees. Terry takes the time to watch his opponent struggle but is almost instantly is scolded by his partner who instructs him to cut that bullshit out and keep on the match at hand.
Terry stomps Pat in the head but it isn't enough to keep Slaughter down and he is shoved away for his efforts. Terry stumbles but recovers quickly, enough to get Slaughter into a proper lock up. The two struggle for dominance but neither is getting an inch. Instead, Terry pushes the lock up towards his own corner and shoves him into his home turnbuckle. Lucas Millar is quick to watch for the tag but Devlin quickly points behind him, dividing his attention for a second to watch Ata. When Millar's head is turned, Devlin throws his knee through the middle ropes and into Slaughter's mid section, giving Terry enough leverage to transition Patrick into a headlock and pull him back a few steps. From here, Terry drapes Pat's arm over his neck and quickly snaps back with a hard suplex. Slaughter lands hard on his back as the crowd boo for the underhanded tactics by the challengers. The boos break out further as Terry transitions from the mat to another headlock on the ground. The Nebraskan squeezes his arm around his opponent’s bald head, trying to pop it off like a cork in a fine wine. Pat can do nothing but struggle as his head is freshly squeezed. Luckily for the champion, he is located just in reach of a bottom rope, which is hooks with the toe of his boot. Lucas is there to make the five count but Terry holds.
1.....
2.....
3.....
4.....
And then relinquishes at 4 and a half with a punch to the top of the dome for good measure.
Brunswick: What were you saying earlier about Onslaught bringing disrespect to the titles? Look at what Rokowski are doing here!
Smith: Following the rules? I don't follow you Josh. Onslaught used misdirection to attack the legal man with their non-tagged partner. Rokowski have just held a headlock till 4.
Brunswick: What about Devlin's distraction of the ref to get a stray knee in?
Smith: I didn't see that happen at all.
While the announce team argue about semantics, Terry has grabbed Patrick and dragged him to his feet. Grabbing his arm, Bukowski whips his opponent to his corner and tags The Paragon of Excellence into the match for the first time. As Lucas acknowledges the tag, Terry holds Patrick in the corner while Devlin lands a pinpoint boot to Patrick's spleen. The Nebraskan is quick to move out of the ring and allow his partner to continue this match.
Devlin starts his time in the ring by nailing some measured kicks to Patrick's legs. Stuck in the corner, Patrick can only take them for a short while before he lashes out with a hard right that sends Devlin spiralling back. Terry Bukowski’s reign in the ring is over for now and Patrick is damn sure going to take advantage of the smaller man now found inside it and opposite him. With his opponent already reeling, Slaughter bounds out of the corner and takes Rok down with a hard clothesline. Rok is right back to his feet though and is greeted with another clothesline for his trouble. The situation doesn’t look good, for what looked to be a dominant Rokowski, as Patrick watches Devlin and raises his hands, making an ‘L’ with each hand.
Brunswick: And The L’s Go Up Doug!
The crowd is pumped as Ata slaps the top turnbuckle pad and the crowd clap in sync with her. Patrick pumps his hands up and down as he waits for Devlin to rise once more and as he gets to a knee, Slaughter pounces.
Smith: HE MISSED!
Brunswick: AND DEVLIN REPLIES WITH A ROUNDHOUSE KICK!
Patrick drops to the mat as Devlin stumbles to the ropes. He checks his jaw as the ref checks Slaughter’s and takes this time to recollect himself and get back into focus.
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Oct 17 2012, 12:03 AM
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Devlin grimaced slightly as his jaw painfully reminded how hard The Fort Lauderdale Native could hit. He shook it off, though. He had Slaughter down and he was going to do his best to keep it that way. He immediately stepped to Slaughter and began to put the boots to his head. Slaughter did his best to deter the assault, bringing his arms up to protect his face. The Paragon kept on stomping away until the referee stepped in and pulled Devlin away. Devlin turned towards Lucas and sneered at him. Lucas wasn’t the bit too intimidated as he gave Devlin a stern warning. The Paragon rolled his eyes and returned his attention back to Slaughter, who was holding his head.
Smith: Lucas is overstepping his boundaries as a referee. He has some nerve!
Brunswick: That’s more than what I can say about some of the officials and staff around here.
Smith: Are you still on that, Josh?
Brunswick: We all know the crap that Ata has been through these past few months would not have happened if a certain person had the guts to stand up to Terry.
Back in the ring, Devlin bent over and pulled Slaughter to his feet by the head. Once the larger wrestler was on his feet, The Paragon attempted to whip Slaughter towards the opposite ropes, but the Irish-whip was predictably reversed. While Devlin was on his way, The Rabid Underdog moved into the center of the ring awaited his opponent. The Paragon rebounded off of the ropes and rushed at Slaughter, and before the latter could put whatever he had on his mind into fruition, the former left his feet and smashed Slaughter across his face with a Flying Forearm. Devlin landed on his stomach as Slaughter was on his back, holding his face. But not for long, though. A little to Devlin’s chagrin, Slaughter was already up in a kneeling position. Devlin stood up ran to the ropes again, this time under his will. Once Devlin bounced off, Slaughter brought himself up to his feet. Once again, as soon as he was close enough, Devlin left his feet. This time, his body turned as his abdomen impacted against Slaughter’s as he performed a Cross Body. And for a moment, it looked it to be effective as Slaughter fell backward. But reality revealed itself when Slaughter rolled backward and was on his knees with Devlin in his clutches.
Brunswick: We’ve seen this before.
Smith: This is going to suck for Devlin.
Yeah it was. Slaughter stood up and turned his body his left. He then swung his body straight as he released Devlin’s lower body and fell forward. The momentum swung Devlin’s body around and his back hit the mat with a crash that emanated through the arena.
Brunswick: Patrick Slaughter has now turned the tide with that Swinging Side Slam!
Smith: And it’s just going to get worse from there.
Devlin rolled onto his stomach as he favored his back with his right hand. That back was going to be the least of his problems. Slaughter quickly stood up and took a mere second to figure out which body part he wanted to target. After that second was up he started to stomp away at the back of Devlin’s left knee with reckless abandon. After the fifth stomp, Devlin rolled onto his side and brought his knee up to his chest, trying his to protect the limb. This only exposed his back to The Broward County Brawler, prompting him to prioritize that area again. Ever aggressive, Slaughter took a few steps back before running forward and using his right foot to strike the small of Devlin’s back like a soccer ball (or football, if you’re inclined). Devlin screamed as he rolled onto his stomach and arched his back from the stinging pain. Said pain only got worse when Slaughter dropped an elbow on the same area.
Brunswick: Slaughter is bringing the pain!
Smith: I hate Slaughter more than any wrestler not named Wrath or Aries. With that said, it’s a smart move on his part. It neutralizes the speed advantage Rok may have on him. Plus, it also hinders his offense.
Slaughter stood up once again and slammed the heel of his foot into the back of Devlin’s knee. Devlin rolled onto his back and held his left knee. Slaughter moved in and grabbed The Paragon’s right ankle and pulled him towards his corner. The crowd began to cheer when Slaughter’s back hit the turnbuckle. The cheers got louder when Ata brought her hand on her partner’s shoulder. The referee clapped his hands together, confirming the tag. Ata hopped over the top rope and grabbed Devlin’s ankle. The two members of Onslaught pulled Devlin into the middle of the ring. Once there, the two of them suddenly pulled Devlin’s legs apart like a wishbone. Slaughter left the ring and Ata released her hold on Devlin, leaving him to hold his groin.
Brunswick: Did you just see that?
Smith: Josh, I felt that!
Ata brushed a few strands out of her face. She kneeled down and grabbed Devlin by the arm. Using that limb, she flipped him on his stomach. Moving quickly, she placed her knee on the small of his back as she laced her fingers around his jaw and leaned back. The Paragon clenched his jaw as he felt his neck and back being bent too far for his liking by the Camel Clutch-like maneuver. On the apron, Terry glared at her in anger. Said glare was returned by Ata as she leaned back even more. Having enough of this, Devlin brought his hands up and grabbed Ata by the wrists. He pulled her hands forward and threw them upward. Ata fell on her back, and Devlin quickly scrambled forward towards his corner. Ata stood up just in time to witness the tag that was made. She smiled as the boo-birds started to rain down upon The Gridiron Behemoth.
Ata: -internally- Perfect.
Terry quickly stepped over the top rope and glared at Ata, wondering what she is smiling about. Deciding to wipe it off, Terry dispensed with the trash talk.
Terry: You won’t be smiling when you’re in the same hospital room as Takato!
Ata smile became a little bit more sinister as the crowd booed.
Ata: Let’s see if you can wrestle me better than you wrestled the Josh Phoenix!
Terry sneered as the crowd laughed, remembering how Terry lost the Cyanide Championship. He quickly rushed forward and tried to grab the Samoan, only for her to side step him. She backed away, smile still on her face as he turned around. He growled as he ran at her again. As Terry tried to grab at her, The Stoic Samoan sidestepped him again. Her smile was gone, replaced with the solemn look that usually graced her face. Terry turned around again, his face becoming red with anger. Intent on taking her out, Terry tried to charge at her again. Much to his surprise, Ata didn’t dodge. Instead, she jumped forward and sent her two feet into his right knee. Terry was forced to kneel from the impact. The Stoic Samoan quickly stood up and ran towards the ropes. She quickly rebounded and ran towards her larger foe. Terry looked and saw the soles of his Ata’s boots zooming into his face. The crowd let out a collective “OH!” as Terry fell on his back and held his face.
Devlin’s eyes were on the Samoan as if she was a totally different person. His eyes then moved towards Slaughter, who sported the same smirk from earlier. Back in the ring, Ata didn’t leave Terry much time to favor his face. She pounced on The Gridiron Behemoth and began to rain punches on his face.
Brunswick: Ata is keeping things in Onslaught’s control. I don’t think Rokowski was planning for this.
Smith: I… I’m actually surprised!
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Oct 17 2012, 12:44 PM
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Ata Tatupu didn't need to see the graphic reminders supplied in the earlier video montage to remember precisely what Terry Bukowski did to her that night in Omaha -- and in some senses has been doing to her ever since. For Ata Tatupu, it has been May 4, 2012 for a long time.
And so, with her astride the behemoth linebacker, raining a firestorm of punches into his head, neck, and chest, there is a kind of letting go. A kind of catharsis.
At the same time there is also a building up. Every time her fist slams down into his ugly face, she feels a new-found strength and self-confidence. There is a warrior's soul inside of this Georgia native, and it is starting to sing.
Josh Brunswick: Lefts! Rights! Is Bukowski in trouble right here?!
Doug Smith: I don't think so, Brunny. Look at Buko. The big bastard looks like he's enjoying himself as much as Tatupu.
Of course he is. Of course he's smiling. It's pain, both giving and receiving, that brought him to professional wrestling in the first place. Still, there is a match to win, and he can't do that if he's beaten into unconsciousness, so he reaches up with one hand and gives Tatupu a shove which sends her flying off. Tatupu regroups and springs onto Bukowski again, only to be thrown off once more. He keeps her away like this, swatting at her like a gnat, as he regains his feet.
Brunswick: It'll be hard for Tatupu to keep him grounded. She's giving up a lot of weight here at only a buck-sixty.
Smith: One-hundred-and-sixty pounds?! Bukowski eats bigger sandwiches than that!
Bukowski's nearly risen, hunched over with his hands on his knees. With the crowd solidly behind her, Tatupu races off the ropes and comes straight for the Terrible One with a stiff forearm upside his skull. Bukowski takes a half-step back. Snarls. Tatupu off the ropes again and...
Bukowski meets her with the lariat!
No! Tatupu ducks underneath, races to the opposite ropes and flies into Bukowski's back with a flying high knee strike. It knocks him into the turnbuckles. Tatupu is quick to follow him in, climbing up to the second turnbuckle and trapping him within, giving her a temporary height advantage.
Slaughter smiles from their corner as Tatupu exacts her revenge. She holds up a clenched fist -- the fans roar in approval. And she brings it down hard into the Mountain of Mulleted Muscle. The fans keep score:
ONE!
TWO!
THREE!
FO--
Bukowski reaches up and plants an oversized mitt across Tatupu's chest, once more hurling the Stoic Samoan through the air. She lands on her feet a quarter of the ring away and charges right back in with a clothesline against Bukowski's pectorals. Madison Square Garden roars in vicarious delight, seeing the big Nebraskan get what he deserves.
Tatupu crosses her forearms in front of her neck, mocking Bukowski's signature pre-match pose, and she screams a full-throated roar right up into his face.
Brunswick: Ata Tatupu completely in charge to this point! Bukowski may have all the size and the strength in the world, but Tatupu has half-a-step on the big man. And more important than that? I think she's driven to fight in a way that is quite frankly beyond Terry Bukowski. Her rage is fueled by nightmares.
Smith: I know it looks bad for Bukowski right now... but keep in mind, Brunny, that at the end of the day, what we're still looking at here is a woman versus a three-hundred-pound man. No, not a man. A monster! Ata Tatupu is a big, tough woman, no doubt, but... I'm just saying, Tatupu can hit Bukowski a hundred times, and at the end of the day he'll still walk away with just a few scratches. The only thing I think she can bruise on him is his ego. But if Buko catches her with something big -- just once -- that'll be all she wrote. One big punch outta Bukowski connects flush and Tatupu's bunking with Kazama at Mercy General. Patrick Slaughter is making a mistake by letting her stay in the ring so long.
With Bukowski apparently dazed in the corner, Tatupu backs up all the way across the ring. She makes an extravagant display of setting herself down into a three-point stance. It's clear what she intends: she's going to continue her mockery by deploying Bukowski's own spear against him.
She sets. She charges, reaching full-steam in three powerful strides.
But waiting for her across the ring, "Terrible" Terry has a glint in his ice-blue eyes. For in her mockery, Tatupu is now literally playing Bukowski's game. Playing into his hands. Or rather, into his size 17s.
Bukowski lifts a big boot, and...
Brunswick: Tatupu saw it coming!
At the last possible moment, Tatupu executes a crisp baseball slide, narrowly avoiding both Bukowski's rising boot and the steel ring post. She floats off the apron to her feet, turns, and grabs hold of Bukowski's planted foot, then pulls.
Utterly off-balance, Bukowski crashes face-first to the mat. Patrick Slaughter cups his hands to his mouth and calls "Tiiiiiiiiiiiiimber!" and MSG hollers like crazy.
Tatupu reaches out and gathers Bukowski's other foot. She pulls his legs apart and starts to slide him backwards. The referee warns. Counts. Admonishes. To little avail: Tatupu means to wishbone the Colossal Cornhusker crotch-first against the ringpost!
But Bukowski is wise to this, and he's not letting the little footballs get spiked without a fight. He pushes up off the mat with both hands, holding himself in place. Since Tatupu has all the leverage with her feet planted squarely on terra firma, it's an even struggle between the two. Bukowski's face goes red and the veins pop on his forehead as he barely manages to keep himself from being pulled backwards. But then Tatupu leaps up and executes a dropkick against the ringpost, kicking off of the steel for a tremendous burst of energy. That does it: against his best efforts, Bukowski goes sailing back and his balls get crushed against the unforgiving superstructure of the squared circle.
Brunswick: Oh my! Bukowski's going to be singing soprano in the shower tomorrow morning!!! ...do you think he sings in the shower, Doug?
Smith: Stop asking me stupid questions! Of course he sings in the shower! He once lost to Terry Funk in a karaoke contest and Bukowski's such a competitive cuss, he's been practicing ever since, hoping for a rematch! Go around the locker room after one of his matches, you won't get "Rhinestone Cowboy" out of your head for a week!
Bukowski clutches at his privates, his "pain-induced smile" wiped clear from his face for once, and replaced with good, old-fashioned suffering. The linebacker flips over onto his back, staring up into the ring lights of the Garden like a host of greats have done before him, when Ata Tatupu climbs up to the apron and then scales the turnbuckles.
Brunswick: Don't look now, but I think Tatupu senses that the end may be near. She's known for a vicious double foot stomp -- could she be looking for it off the top rope?
Smith: Okay, okay, I admit it -- Tatupu's really on a roll here. And if she hits that stomp to Bukowski's nads, then yeah -- that'll probably do it!
Bukowski is splayed out, helpless, still trying to restore feeling to his nethers, and Tatupu stands high above him like the Goddess Athena ready to strike down from high atop Mount Olympus.
But suddenly her target is unavailable! Devlin Rok hopped off of the apron and now makes the save, pulling Bukowski out to the floor and standing guard over him. When the referee protests, Rok reminds Lucas Millar that this wouldn't be happening if he'd done his job and prevented the low blow. Millar appears to see some sort of reason in this, and he turns just in time to note Tatupu making the tag off to Patrick Slaughter for a fresh round of applause.
Brunswick: Tatupu's done her business and achieved a fair measure of revenge, though not all she'd like -- now let's see what the Broward County Brawler can do!
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Oct 20 2012, 01:29 AM
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The message was sent. The Ata that was shook at even the mention of Terry was gone. Instead, a woman fueled by vengeance and anger was in her place, much to the surprise of everyone not named Sylvia and Patrick. Now it was time for Slaughter to build upon it.
As soon as the tag was made, Slaughter stepped inside of the ring and tried to make a beeline for Terry and Devlin. Fortunately for the latter two, the referee stood in front of The Rabid Underdog and placed his hands on his chest, causing him to stop in his tracks. The Fort Lauderdale Native sneered, but he made no further attempt to try and get a drop on Rokowski. On the outside, Terry was standing up, still favoring his groin area. During this, Devlin was speaking to him, trying to get him to refocus on the task at hand. Despite the fact that they didn’t quite plan for Ata’s new backbone, he knew it was not the time to panic. After taking a deep breath, Terry nodded at his partner and made his way onto apron. At that moment, Slaughter took a step forward and started shooting off out the mouth.
Slaughter: We should have had this match in a locker room! You may have had a chance, then!
Smith: -sarcastically- So classy.
Brunswick: Yet so accurate.
The Gridiron Behemoth glared at Slaughter as the latter spewed verbal vitriol, but he held back his anger as he stepped back inside of the ring. Unfortunately for him, Slaughter was not as calm. As soon as Terry’s two feet was inside of the ring, The Rabid Underdog was immediately on top of him, sending punch after punch into his face. Terry brought his arms up, trying to guard against the flying fists. This only prompted Slaughter to change targets and aim his fists into Terry’s exposed stomach. After three hits, Slaughter backed away, leaving Terry to double over. Terry didn’t stay in that position for too long. After a couple of moments, Slaughter rant forward and sent a right knee into Terry’s face, forcing him to stand back up. Terry brought his hands out as he tried to keep balance on his two feet. Seizing the opportunity, Slaughter quickly grabbed one of Terry’s arms and tried to whip him towards the other side of the ring. Terry was far from a lightweight, however. He reversed the Irish-whip, sending Slaughter towards the ropes instead. The Gridiron Behemoth moved into the middle of the ring as Slaughter rebounded off of the ropes. Terry bent down, having a Body Drop in mind. However, he bent down too early, allowing Slaughter to come to a stop and send a kick into Terry’s chest that sounded through the arena. Terry grimaced as he stood up and held his left pectoral. Slaughter then screamed as he quickly spun around. In an instant, he leveled The Beast of The Gridiron with a Roaring Elbow.
Brunswick: Slaughter’s assault has been rather strike-heavy against Terry.
Smith: Striking has been part of Slaughter’s game for a while now. But, he also may be trying to avoid getting into a power match with Terry this early in the match since, for the first time in a while, he doesn’t hold that advantage.
The Rabid Underdog cracked his neck as he backed away from Terry, putting a fair amount of distance between them. He looked out towards the MSG crowd and brought his arm up, signaling for the County Line. The crowd responded with a huge pop as Slaughter dropped into a two point stance. He eyed Terry, looking, rather ironically, like a linebacker who was assigned to go after the running back as soon as the ball was snapped. Terry stood up, holding his face. And just like that, Slaughter was off to the races. Terry turned around and saw Slaughter coming at him with an outstretched arm. Much to Slaughter’s surprise, however, Terry ducked the arm and draped his right arm across Slaughter’s chest. With only the minutest of delays, Terry slammed Slaughter on his back and head with a sickening STO.
Brunswick: That STO stopped Slaughter in his tracks.
Smith: Terry is a lot faster and quicker than people give him credit for. Keep in mind, Terry if a former linebacker and actually ran a significantly faster 40 yard dash than Slaughter during the PRW Combine.
Terry stood up on his knees and gave a glare towards Ata. Ata glared back at him before looking down at Slaughter with a somewhat worried expression. The Rabid Underdog was on his stomach, favoring both his back and head. Terry grabbed Slaughter by the head and stood up, pulling Slaughter to his feet. He pulled the smaller combatant into a front chancery and lifted Slaughter high in the air… and held him. The crowd booed at this display, but Terry didn’t care. Not one bit. After several seconds, Slaughter felt the blood rush to his head. This sensation lasted until Terry fell backward, dropping Slaughter into the mat back first.
Brunswick: Terry is now in control of things, displaying his power in that delayed Vertical Suplex.
Smith: I can’t believe I’m saying this… but Slaughter needs to tag out as soon as possible.
Terry stood up and turned towards his opponent, who was favoring his back again. The Behemoth’s eyes moved from his prey to Devlin, who had his hands out asking for the tag. Terry bent over and grabbed Slaughter by the leg. He dragged The Rabid Underdog over to his team’s corner. Once Terry was close enough, Devlin reached out and tapped his shoulder. With the referee acknowledging the tag, Devlin hopped on the top rope before jumping on. He brought his elbow out and dropped it on the small of Slaughter’s back as he landed. Slaughter arched his back and clenched his jaw as he propped himself up on his elbows. The Paragon quickly stood up and ran towards the ropes. In practically no time, he rebounded and zeroed in on The Rabid Underdog. Devlin came in low, and before Slaughter knew it, his body was raised off of the mat from taking a running Upstroke to his face. Once Slaughter’s body hit the mat, Devlin rolled him over and hooked his leg for the cover.
One
T-No!
Slaughter lifted his shoulder up right before the count of two. Devlin quickly brought himself to a vertical base. He stepped one foot over Slaughter and sat on him before wrapping his fingers around Slaughter’s jaw and leaning backward.
Brunswick: Camel Clutch!
Smith: Devlin’s mind is like an encyclopedia filled with submission maneuvers for different occasions. Right now, Devlin is using that Camel Clutch to wear away at Slaughter’s back, building on what Terry was beginning to do.
Slaughter clenched his jaw as he felt the damage his back was taking. Inside of his head, he tried to think of a way out of the predicament. Fortunately, for him, he didn’t have to think long. Ata stepped into the ring and dashed straight at Devlin. She ran past Lucas, who was just a little too late to intervene. She then left her feet and sent a dropkick into the face of Devlin. The Paragon’s head snapped backward a little too far for quite a few of the viewers’ liking, causing the crowd to groan in imagined pain. Devlin released his hold on Slaughter as he fell on his side, holding his head. Ata stood up and made her way back to the apron, not even acknowledging Lucas as he chastised her.
Smith: And these are supposed to be your Tag Team Champions, people. SMH.
Brunswick: I’m going to ignore the fact that you, a grown man, just spoke texting lingo like a teenage girl.
Devlin grimaced as he slowly stood up and shook the cobwebs out. Slaughter was also making his way to his feet, favoring his back. Putting the pain in his head on the back burner, Devlin closed in on the Rabid Underdog. Slaughter was quicker, however as he jumped and sent a low dropkick into The Paragon’s left knee. Devlin fell on his stomach, then reached down and held his knee. The Fort Lauderdale Native quickly scrambled to his feet and stomped on the back of Devlin’s joint. Devlin barely had time to clench his jaw when Slaughter bent down and grabbed his left angle. He then tucked that ankle underneath his arm and dropped a knee as he applied the Elevated Singled Legged Boston Crab.
Brunswick: Slaughter is now back and control, thanks to a save by Ata Tatupu.
Smith: I’m surprised she is even having an effect on this match.
Devlin clenched his jaw as the referee moved into position, checking to see if he wanted to tap. Devlin shook his head instantly as Terry looked on from the apron with a scowl on his face.
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Takato Kazama -2x PRW X-Division Champion -3x PRW Tag Team Champion (w/ Patrick Slaughter) -5x PRW Cyanide Champion
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Ata Tatupu -2x PRW Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of The World (Current) -1x PRW X-Division Champion -3x PRW Internet Champion -4x PRW Cyanide Champion -1x WCW Double D Champion -2014 Lioness Cup Booking.com Block Winner
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Oct 21 2012, 03:02 AM
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"AAARRGGHHH NOO!"
Devlin wails yet refuses to give as Slaughter wrenches his knee further and further back. The pain is intense. Patrick starts to leans backwards as he pulls Rok's foot towards his own head. The contortion only makes Devlin's pain worse as he struggles to find a rope. On the outside, Terry is fuming, reaching as far as he can into the ring to try and get a tag but the distance is too great. On the other side of the ring, Ata stands in triumph as she cheers her teammate on. She is so proud of herself. Blind siding The Paragon of Excellence and allowing her partner enough time to capitalise. She continues to cheer as Patrick brings Devlin's foot all the way to the back of his head. Devlin screams out, flailing his arms desperately to try and find a way out. Lucas is right next to him, waiting for a submission.
Brunswick: It looks like this could be it Doug. I don't see how Devlin could get out of this.
Smith: I have to agree. Devlin is too far away from both the ropes and Terry to get out that way and Patrick is too heavy for Rok to successfully drag both of them. Also would you look at that Boston Crab? Devlin can actually kiss his own foot.
Patrick is leaning against Devlin's back now as he torques the leg even more. All of a sudden, Devlin gets quiet. Lucas checks on him to make sure he hasn't passed out but finds Rok completely conscious. Patrick peeks back to see what Lucas' call is but when he sees nothing he continues on the submission. Devlin, in his quiet state, works out his next move. He pushes aside the pain and just concentrates on the moment. Patrick is leaning against him, head to head. He's too far from the ropes and in his position, he can't move. All he has is his arms. Devlin places his arms out straight and then bursts them up and grabs Patrick around the base of his chin and mouth. The crowd boo as Devlin mashes Patrick's mouth around against all will from Slaughter who tries to shake him off. In the struggle, Devlin manages to dig himself into Slaughter's eye and rake sideways. The sharpness of that rake is enough to get Patrick to finally release Devlin and let his leg fall normally. Terry stamps his foot on the outside to get Devlin to tag but all The Natural does is massage his leg.
Brunswick: What an underhanded move by Devlin Rok there.
Smith: Hey, a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do. You saw his predicament. That was his only way out.
As Devlin lays on the mat, Patrick stands to his feet with his hand covering the left side of his face. He winces and growls as he tries to shake the sting from his face. As he stands up completely, the crowd learn that won't be so easy as, when he lowers his hand, 4 long and deep scratches can be seen bleeding. The top scar starts at the corner of his, now red and watery, eye and extends all the way back to his ear. The other three all follow beneath. Equally deep and equally bleeding.
To his credit, Patrick just winces slightly and moves back to Devlin, who has seated himself against the ropes to try and fix his knee. The Fort Lauderdale Native stomps over but is quickly halted by a kick to the shin from the downed Devlin. Another kick sends the big man a few steps back but it can only stop so much as Pat just grabs the leg at the next attempt and pulls Devlin to the center of the ring. Now with room to maneuver, Slaughter moves to Devlin's head and picks him up to his feet. With both men standing, Slaughter wraps Devlin up and lifts him into the air, going for another suplex. The delay that Patrick always includes, though, is also his weakness at this moment as Devlin manages to swing back behind Patrick and grab him in a Sleeper Hold. The big man instantly flails around, trying to get Roky off his neck. This struggle comes to no avail as Devlin has his hold locked in good. The Black Behemoth's head starts to turn red as both air and blood are refused access. Slaughter begins to fade and his arms drop limp to his sides. Lucas is immediately on the scene and grabs the arm, lifting it in the air to drop.
ONE!!!!
Lucas signals to the bell keeper and the moves back to Slaughter. He lifts up the arm a second time but this time, as Patrick's arm is held in the air, Devlin transitions the arm he is holding Pat's head with and grabs the arm in the air. With his other arm still holding Slaughter's neck, Devlin uses the grabbed arm to rotate Pat around and land him square on his face.
Smith: Reverse Rolling Facebuster! Where the hell did that come from?
Brunswick: That was beautiful Doug. A seamless transition. Devlin is smart enough to know his sleeper hold won't take down this big man so easily and he played right into Patrick's possum ploy for just a moment. Gave him just enough time to think he would fall for it before using the ref's own actions to take advantage and land that massive momentum shifter. This match could have just taken a complete turn.
Pat is out on the mat. Just....out. Terry, for a brief moment, fist pumps the air in joy before realising where he is and returning to his cold self. Ata Tatupu, on the other hand, looks as if her pet just died. She can't believe it. Inside the ring, Devlin takes a short breather before looking over at Onslaught's corner and furrowing his brow. He pushes himself to his good leg and makes a beeline for the opposite corner.
"You want to blindside me, huh!? You think you're gonna win by just sneaking in with a jab here and a kick there? Is that all that the "Great" Sylvia Wrath taught you? You're pathetic."
Devlin has gotten right in Ata's face and as he ends his tirade, Ata goes to deliver a hard slap but Rok catches the arm. He holds her still, as the crowd begins to swell, and stares her down. Just as the tension reaches a high, Devlin suddenly jumps along the ropes and out of the corner, with Ata's arm still in his grasp, narrowly avoiding a diving tackle from Patrick Slaughter. The miss sends Patrick head first through the turnbuckle and connecting with the hard steel. Once again knocked loopy, Patrick lays on the turnbuckle for a moment. Devlin, still holding Ata, looks at Tatupu with the evilest of grins. He has a plan, and now is the time to follow through. Still holding Ata, Devlin moves to the corner and grabs Slaughter's limp arm. With an arm of each of his opponent's in his hands, he looks over at Lucas Millar and beckons him over. With four people now in one corner, Devlin takes both of his opponent's hands and slaps them together. Lucas recognises the tag and the crowd turn against Devlin with pure, unadulterated hatred. With a smile reaching from ear to ear, The Paragon of Excellence steps back to the center of the ring and beckons Ata forward.
"Come on! Let's see what you've got!"
Ata looks at Devlin, then Patrick, and then at Lucas. She questions the tag but Lucas says the tag is legal. All she can do is step between the ropes and face Devlin Rok. With a duck, she is in the ring and both raise their arms for a lockup.
Brunswick: What just happened Doug?
Smith: That, my friend, was a genius play by The Paragon of Excellence. He took the biggest threat out of this match for the time being and forced him to tag in the weakest link of this whole match.
Brunswick: Since when was slapping two opponent's hands a legal tag?
Smith: Since always Josh. It's just that no one's been smart enough to pull that off since Devlin, right now.
Brunswick: I'm going to have to double check that later on. In the meantime, Ata and Devlin have locked up in the ring.
Devlin and Ata indeed are fighting for dominance in the center of the ring. Ata is taller but Devlin has more muscle mass. Which of these will be able to take control? It's irrelevant as Devlin breaks the lock up and throws a kick with his bad leg into Ata's thigh. Another connects along with one more and as Ata bends down to grab her thigh, Devlin wraps his arm around her head and drops her with a quick DDT. The crowd, who were so looking forward to Ata's complete obliteration of the team that has done her so much wrong in the past, is deflated completely as Devlin sits on the mat, next to a lifeless Tatupu, with another shit eating grin.
Smith: And we're done here.
Brunswick: Not so fast Doug. Devlin still has to make a cover. Let's just see how that goes first.
The Paragon of Excellence's next move is to roll Ata over and go for the cover. Lucas is on the mat and begins.
ONE!!!!!!
TWO!!!!!!
THR-KICKOUT!!!!
"YYYYEEEAAAAHHHHHH!!!!"
Brunswick: SHE KICKED OUT!!!
Smith: .......
Devlin can't believe it. Ata's arm is high in the air, defiant against her opponent's demands. It isn't for long though. With a quickness that shouldn't come with a bad knee, Devlin grabs the raised arm and drags the woman to his own corner. With the arm still grasped, Devlin tags Bukowski in. The big man steps through the ropes and looks down on Ata Tatupu. With Lucas counting Devlin out, Terry quickly stomps Ata's arm and allows Devlin to step through the ropes.
Brunswick: This isn't looking good for Onslaught. Devlin Rok and Terry Bukowski are in full control here. Ata Tatupu is in the opposing corner, out of it, and Patrick Slaughter is right there with her on the outside of the ring.
Smith: Rokowski need to take full advantage of their situation right now. If they can, this match is all but ended.
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Oct 22 2012, 11:53 PM
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Terry wanted this tag. He stopped caring about whether or not Ata was scared of him. Even with that psychological edge gone, the size and strength difference was still in his favor. Devlin smiled wickedly as The Gridiron Behemoth grabbed Ata and lifted her up. He slammed her roughly against the turnbuckle. He then sent shots into The Stoic Samoan’s body. Ata clenched her teeth and tried to endure the assault as much as possible. That wasn’t easy with each punch feeling like a sledgehammer was swung into her abdomen. After five punches, Terry brought his right hand up and wrapped it around Ata’s neck. He pressed forward and squeezed her neck, much to the disdain of the crowd. The Samoan struggled to breathe. She quickly brought her hands up and pulled at Terry’s fingers. Lucas stepped in and ordered Terry to stop, but Terry wasn’t hearing any of it. He continued to choke Ata as the Paragon of Excellence screamed into her face.
Devlin: Where’s Slaughter now, huh?!
Despite getting the life choked out her, she managed to gather enough saliva to spit a wad of it into Devlin’s face. The action left Devlin dumbfounded. He then scowled at Terry and ordered him to kill her. Needing no further encouragement, The Gridiron released Ata’s neck right before the count of five. He quickly grabbed her arm and slung her towards one of the neutral turnbuckles with so much force that he fell flat on his stomach. The Stomach Samoan practically flew until she crashed chest-first into turnbuckle. She fell backward, holding her chest. Terry stood up and looked at Ata like she was snake-bitten. With Slaughter still out of it on the ringside floor, there was nothing saving Ata from him. He stepped slowly towards her with evil intentions in mind. Once he was over her, he bent down and grabbed by the hair. He harshly pulled her up by the hair and forced her to face him. Showing off his strength, he grabbed her by the ribs and tossed her into the air. She floated in the air for a just a moment before she was caught by a turning Terry. In only a small delay, he ran forward and slammed Ata on her back with an Oklahoma Stampede. Terry remained on top of Ata and hooked her leg, prompting Lucas to move into position and make the count.
One…
Two…
T-NO!
Ata was able to force her shoulder up. Devlin leaned forward and yelled out at the referee, complaining about, in his opinion, a slow count. Terry himself stood up on his knees and gave Lucas a look of incredulity. Lucas stood behind his decision, extending two fingers on each of his hands as he stood up.
Brunswick: Whether Rokowksi likes it or not, Ata got her shoulder up before the three.
Smith: Ata hasn’t really taken that much lumps in this match so far. Considering that and what we all saw her go through to beat Sherri in the Last Woman Standing Match back at The Clash of The Titans, it’s going to take more than that.
Terry scowled as he stood up. He grabbed Ata by the hair again. Once again, she forced her to a vertical base. He grabbed her by the hand and slung her towards the opposite turnbuckle. This time, however, he eased up a little on the power. He wanted her still standing. In no time, Ata was across the ring, hitting the turnbuckle with her back. As she arched back in pain, Terry stalked towards her. During this slow walk, he wanted to make sure that Ata knew the futility of her actions.
Terry: You’re nothing, Ata! You couldn’t stop me when I put Takato in the hospital! What makes you think you can stop me now!
Ata’s head was bowed, and her hair was covering her face. She used the top ropes to hold her body up, but she didn’t seem like she wanted to continue. Though her expression was unable to be read because of that fact, Terry smiled smugly to himself, thinking that he broke the spirit that Sylvia helped transform and rebuild. That smile faded and was replaced with a look of ill-intent as Terry charged forward.
Unfortunately, he underestimated the strength of The Samoan’s new resolve. Rather than wait for Terry to come close, Ata charged out of the corner and straight for Terry. Once he was close enough, she leaned forward as she spun around. After a 3/4th spin, her elbow slammed against the right side of Terry’s rib cage. Terry took a step back from the impact, leaving Ata to fall forward on her stomach.
Brunswick: That was a 3/4 Rolling Elbow! No doubt learned from Sylvia.
Smith: And it did nothing!
Not quite, Doug. Terry took a step forward as he smiled evilly down on Ata. However, he then gave a pained expression as he fell forward. Ata quickly rolled away, just before he slammed against the mat. Terry clenched his jaw and cringed as he clutched the right side of his ribcage.
Smith: …Oh goodness…
Brunswick: What just happened?
Smith: Terry just took a shot to the liver. Not only is it arguably more painful than a low blow, his body now has to deal with the shock of toxins being forced back into his body.
Brunswick: So Terry is screwed?
Smith: Right up the down-under!
The Stoic Samoan remained on her stomach for several moments, taking some time to recover from the punish she received. After that, she scrambled over to Terry and grabbed him by the arm. She tugged that arm and forced him onto his back. With that task done, she stood up and delivered the boots to the head of The Behemoth. Terry tried to roll over and cover his head with his arms, but the pain and sensation he was feeling from his midsection made the actions sluggish. The stomps kept on coming before she decided to end on seven. She took two steps back and turned her whole body. She kept her eyes on Terry as she dropped into a two-point stance.
Brunswick: What does she have planned now?
Ata waited patiently as Terry did everything he could to fight through the immense pain he was feeling. He tried to stand up, but all he could do was manage to get up to one knee. That was all Ata wanted. She shuffled to her right before lifting her right foot and sending a Savate Kick straight into Terry’s temple. Terry’s head whiplashed to his right before he fell on his stomach again.
Brunswick: Savate Kick! Terry looks out of out!
Smith: I don’t care how strong you are. There’s only so much you can do about a surgical strike.
Ata dropped to her knees and rolled Terry over. She then hooked his leg for the cover.
One…
Two…
T-No!
Terry managed to get his shoulder up before the three. Ata took in a deep breath and released it, the only sign of her growing frustration. She then stood up and looked towards her corner to see that Patrick was still off of the apron. She narrowed her eyes confusion, wondering if he was still out of it. Then she heard a sound that caused her to turn around towards Rokowski’s corner. That sound came from Devlin’s head hitting the apron after being pulled off of it by the left leg. The Broward County Brawler released Devlin’s ankle as he looked down at Devlin with disdain. The Paragon covered his face in pain as he bared his teeth.
Brunswick: Devlin lost track of Slaughter. Big mistake on his part!
Smith: How come you’re not outraged whenever Onslaught employs underhanded tactics in this match?
Brunswick: It’s kind of hard to call out Onslaught for using underhanded tactics when Rokowski took out Takato while Slaughter was in a match with Serial.
Slaughter looked up from Devlin before eyeing the ring post. His eyes were cold as he stared at the steel object. Evil intentions were on his mind.
Slaughter: -internally- So you guys loved taking out Takato’s knee, huh? Well, I’m going to love this.
He looked back down at Devlin. With his idea in mind, he bent down and grabbed Devlin the by head. After pulling him up to a vertical base, he bent down and lifted Devlin into a Fireman’s Carry. With The Paragon on his shoulders, Slaughter marched towards the ring post. Devlin tried to struggle out of his grasp, but Slaughter held on as he came to a stop. He stared at the ring post, as his conscious started to speak to him. His conscious’s words fell on deaf ears as he remembered what happened to his tag team partner, his little brother. With every crap he could give thrown out the window, he twisted his body left before twisting it right. He released Devlin, leaving his left knee to spin into the steel post. Slaughter made his way back around the ring as Devlin fell to the floor, screaming while clutching his left knee.
Smith: And you condone this?
Brunswick: I don’t condone anything, Doug. But neither Devlin nor Terry should be expecting Onslaught to play fair after what they’ve done.
Slaughter stepped onto the apron of his corner. He grabbed the tag rope and brought his arm out. Ata walked over and slapped Slaughter’s hand, prompting him to bolt in.
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Patrick Slaughter -1x PRW Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of The World -3x PRW Tag Team Champion (w/ Takato Kazama) -10x PRW Cyanide Champion -2011 PRW Trios Tournament Champion (w/ Kevin Murphy and Canary Kid, Inaugural)
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Takato Kazama -2x PRW X-Division Champion -3x PRW Tag Team Champion (w/ Patrick Slaughter) -5x PRW Cyanide Champion
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Ata Tatupu -2x PRW Undisputed Heavyweight Champion of The World (Current) -1x PRW X-Division Champion -3x PRW Internet Champion -4x PRW Cyanide Champion -1x WCW Double D Champion -2014 Lioness Cup Booking.com Block Winner
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Oct 23 2012, 04:19 PM
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The champions are in control.
Devlin Rok lies on the outside of the ring, clutching his knee, writhing in pain. Terry Bukowski continues to recover from a couple of stiff shots at the hands (or, rather, elbow and foot) of Ata Tatupu. Meanwhile, the Stoic Samoan has tagged out for some well-earned rest, letting in a determined and energetic Patrick Slaughter.
Josh Brunswick: Slaughter with the tag -- he has this place fired up!
Slaughter races across the ring, charging at a rising Bukowski. Slaughter extends his arm and drives it across the linebacker's chin. The Broward County Brawler doesn't rest, but keeps up his momentum, rebounding off the far ropes and coming back again. Every time Bukowski is nearly to his feet, Slaughter send him back down again.
Brunswick: Clothesline! And another! A third! It looks like Slaughter intends to put the challengers away right here!
Doug Smith: He'd better be careful... we've seen enough out of Rok and Bukowski to know that they're always dangerous until that final bell sounds. And maybe even after that!
But Doug Smith doesn't have to worry; Slaughter has this in his strong hands. Literally, as he pulls Bukowski up by the long blond strands of his mullet, then hoists him up in scoop slam position.
Brunswick: Incredible strength from the Floridian!
With Bukowski's full weight in his arms, Slaughter pivots around, giving the Beast a tour of their iconic environs before drilling him down in a tremendous bodyslam. The ring shakes and Ata Tatupu hops half-a-foot from the impact.
Smith: Bukowski's down, maybe out!
Slaughter drops for the cover. Referee Lucas Miller is there and slaps the mat as the crowd cheers along:
One!
Two!
Thr--NO!
The Hulking Husker manages to spring his shoulder clear of the canvas. It's a decent kick-out and it lets Slaughter know that there's fight left in Bukowski's mammoth frame. That's okay. He'll enjoy beating that fight right outta him.
Slaughter hoists Bukowski up again and whips him off of the ropes. On the return, Ft. Lauderdale's favorite son scoops Bukowski's legs clear and high, looking to send him back down into a spinebuster!
Only... Bukowski doesn't go... he's caught, somehow... he's.... hey, wait... what's happening...?
Brunswick: Terry Bukowski slammed hard to the ma--no, excuse me! He's got a hold of Patrick Slaughter's neck. It appears he's locked in some form of a guillotine choke!
It's a modification on a hold that was burned into Bukowski's brain through endless repetition in Matt Logan's old gym. Logan called it "something to fall back on when you get caught." And indeed it is. Only now it is Patrick Slaughter who is caught.
Brunswick: Bukowski's got his legs wrapped around Slaughter's waist, the choke is sunk in deep. Will Slaughter go to sleep!?
Smith: I don't understand how Pat's still standing! He's carrying the weight of both men -- incredible!
Bukowski pulls his arm tight, cutting off the arterial flow of oxygen to Slaughter's brain. The big man's will is undeniably strong. His legs quiver under the weight, but he refuses to wilt, refuses to fold. Bukowski screams into the Garden and pulls his arms tighter. Tighter.
Either Slaughter will fall or Terry Bukowski will rip his goddamned head off.
For his part, Slaughter understands one thing: if he falls over, caught in this hold, he's not getting back up. So come hell or high water, Slaughter isn't going down, isn't going anywhere. But his air supply is completely cut off, and his body desperately needs that energy to stay on his feet. He feels his sweat run cold. The screams from his partner in the corner -- and from the multitudes surrounding the ring -- grow distant. They sound like they're at the far end of a warped tunnel. The ringlights are dimming. Bukowski is so... so heavy.
Maybe if he just lies down for a second, things won't be so bad. Then, after a little shut-eye, he can get back up and win this match. Party with 'Kato. Ata. Champagne. Yeah. Sounds good...
Slaughter's knees begin to buckle and Bukowski's eyes go wide with hungry anticipation. This is it! He has him!
The Holy Grail of Lauderdale feels everything go for a split second. And that sparks a moment of realization. He can't let this happen. He won't let this happen.
Slaughter rears up. Hoists the full weight of Bukowski high. And then he puts every last bit of energy in his body -- down to the last micro-joule -- into completing the spinebuster. The violence of the blow crushes Bukowski. Crushes Slaughter himself. He's thrown clear by the explosive force of it and then there is silence.
Brunswick: Ohmygodthey'rebothdead!
Smith: Breathe, Brunny, breathe!
Brunswick: What impact! Both champion and challenger appear to be out cold, and the referee has begun his count. Could this be the end of the match right here?
The good folk of New York City are determined not to let the match end this way. Even as Lucas Miller counts, they're clapping their hands and stomping their feet, pulling for Slaughter to make his way to the corner and tag Ata Tatupu back in.
And Slaughter is responding! He sits up, holding his head. The spinebuster was wild and uncontrolled -- in the process he wound up driving his own head into the mat, and it's the worst DDT he's ever felt. He wants to laugh about it; figures it would be self-administered. But there's no time for reflection now while there's business to take care of. He goes to stand, but his body won't cooperate. Life-giving blood flow has returned to his extremities, but they're not 100% yet. Millar is there, making his count, and though Slaughter wants to be the one to finish off Bukowski, he knows that the best bet is to hand things off to Tatupu for a while.
Slaughter pushes off of his hands to begin the crawl to his corner.
Nearby, Terry Bukowski has also awoken to the sounds of the fans -- an unintended consequence of their zeal for Onslaught. He looks up and sees that Slaughter has a headstart to his corner. Bukowski spins around onto his hands and knees. It's a race!
Bukowski and Slaughter are stride-for-stride to their respective corners, the fans storming for the latter to get there first. But it's no use! Bukowski's long limbs help him to beat Slaughter to the corner and there the big man uses the ropes to drag himself up to his feet for the tag...
Only there's no Devlin Rok! Roky is right where Patrick Slaughter left him on the floor, the wily ring veteran rubbing his knee back into working order and making sure that all of his ligaments are where they're supposed to be before testing the joint with weight. Which is well and good for him, but Bukowski needs the tag!
But for now, Bukowski knows that there's not even time for him to call down to Rok for help, because on the opposite side of the ring...
Brunswick: Ata Tatupu back in the match!
Tatupu shoots into the ring and speeds full across the ring. Bukowski turns around just in time to be met with a flying splash back into the turnbuckles.
Smith: She has had Terry Bukowski's number all match long! If Buko doesn't make it out of the ring soon, she's gonna finish this herself!
As the linebacker stumbles from the corner, Tatupu swings her kick pad hard into his solar plexus. He doubles over and the Stoic Samoan comes back with the back of her leg down across Bukowski's shoulders in a scissors kick. It's not enough to send him down, so she tries to unleash another.
As soon as her leg is straddled over Bukowski's shoulders, however, the giant stands up straight, launching Tatupu high in the air. She's unfazed and simply uses the launch for elevation, kicking out with a dropkick that cracks him in the jaw.
Bukowski's staggered. Tatupu springs back to her feet and comes charging in with a low dropkick to the Terrible One's knee. That does the trick and sends him careening to the deck. Tatupu doesn't stop there. She leaps high and comes down with a splash. Lateral press!
Brunswick: One! Two! No -- not quite three... What's it gonna take to keep Bukowski down?!
Smith: Something big. Something brutal. Say, Brunny, this match has got me wondering... do you think this might be a permanent arrangement for Onslaught?
Brunswick: What do you mean?
Smith: I mean -- and don't quote me on this -- but I don't think I've ever seen Onslaught this pumped up. I'm not sure that trading Kazama for Tatupu wasn't an upgrade!
Brunswick: "Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned," Doug. What we're witnessing right here -- this is the end result of all of the games that Rok and Bukowski have been playing for the last half-year. This is justice!
Tatupu is like a woman possessed. She sprints off of the ropes and takes Bukowski over and down in a rolling neckbreaker, then follows up with a series of drops: elbow, knee, headbutt. Another pin attempt gives way to another close two, two-and-a-half.
As Tatupu goes to work, keeping the pressure on, Patrick Slaughter allows himself a moment to stand back and appreciate the change he's seen in her over the last several weeks. He and 'Kato -- they knew that there was something wrong, eating away at her psyche. But she's the strong and silent type, and they didn't want to pry. Tatupu had to want help. She had to seek it on her own. And when she finally did, thank God for Sylvia Wrath!
Tatupu launches another dropkick into Bukowski -- this time into the breadbasket -- and he crumples like a tissue. The crowd is eating it up and Slaughter smiles. He knows a win when he sees one. As soon as Tatupu has worked everything out of her system, she'll tag him in for the kill. Bukowski is out-worked, out-manned (or out-womanned in this case), and out-of-gas. And as for his partner, the so-called "Paragon of Excellence"? He's not even back in his corner yet, the big pussy. Slaughter can't see over to where he must still be laying, but it warms the cockles of the Lauderdale native's heart to picture him there, crying out for his mother.
Slaughter is snapped back to attention when Tatupu turns around and points to him, a big grin on her face. He nods and claps his hands together -- "Oh yeah, let's get this on!" She heads to the corner and he holds his hand out, waiting for the tag...
But then he gets tagged by something else. A sharp, searing pain in his lower back, and Slaughter drops down from the apron to the floor. He's holding his back like he's trying to keep his kidneys inside -- the same back that was hurting earlier in the match now feels like it's on fire. Slaughter looks up. Standing above him is Devlin Rok, clutching a steel chair.
"You came to visit me a few minutes ago," Rok says. "I'm here to return the favor!"
In the ring, Tatupu gathers Bukowski's head under her arm and falls back into a DDT. The crowd half-pops, torn between the simultaneous action. The Samoan notices what's taking place on the outside, but there's nothing she can do about it right now. Actually, beating Bukowski and ending the match is the best thing she can do to help Pat. So she flattens Bukowski's shoulders and tries again for the three-count.
One!
Tw--NO!
A kickout before two! For the love of everything that's holy, Tatupu swears that Bukowski is getting stronger the longer she wails on him. It's like he's feeding on the punishment... She decides that she's going to put him away now before she slips up.
She brings him up again. She can feel the power in his arms, the growing resistance. It might already be too late... She slips him into a three-quarters facelock, looking for a shiranui. The fact that it's a looooong way up crosses her mind, but... this is the deal. This is Bukowski, and what she signed on for. So there's nothing for it but to leap! and hope for the best...
Back on the outside, the situation has changed slightly. Devlin Rok wore his steel chair out across Patrick Slaughter's damaged back, but the Broward County Brawler has managed to fight his way to a standstill. The two gladiators have fought halfway up the ramp, and now Slaughter picks Rok up and slams him down onto the floor with authority. His back spasms at the move, and he grimaces in pain. But looking down at Rok, Slaughter realizes that this is his chance to finish him off once and for all! He scoops Rok up.
In the ring, Tatupu is ready to execute the shiranui. She skys into the air, aiming to flip back over Bukowski completely and land in the Asai DDT... but Bukowski's not going down! He catches her in mid-air, holding her straight up like in an inverted suplex. The blood pours and pools in Tatupu's cranium as she kicks her legs frantically, trying to get Bukowski to fall the right way.
But Bukowski's too strong! He falls forward instead, slamming the small of Tatupu's back into the mat from a height of nearly ten feet in the air! The sound is like cannon fire. And the crowd...
It tells Patrick Slaughter everything he needs to know. The sound of Tatupu's back driving into the hard canvas was the sound of momentum changing. He needs to get back to her, so he lets go of Rok -- he'll take care of this trash later -- and...
But Rok's not letting things go so easily. As Slaughter turns to make his way back to the ring, Rok lashes out with both arms and legs and hooks onto Pat's leg, holding him back. Ordinarily Slaughter would simply kick the smaller man off, but his back is killing him. Rok refuses to let go!
Ata Tatupu stands up, her back throbbing in sympathy with her beset partner's. She still has the advantage over Bukowski, if only she can...
Bukowski charges forward in a sudden burst of speed and brings his muscular arm streaking down through her chin and throat.
Brunswick: Lariat!
Tatupu flips end-over-end, landing on her chest. There's an audible "ooh" sound in the audience.
Slaughter looks up in panic, in dismay. Damn Rok won't let go! Slaughter lifts up his free boot to send it crashing into Rok's face, but the Paragon of Excellence, shifts and pulls the off-balance Slaughter to the ground. Now Rok has his legs body-scissored around Slaughter's waist -- his leg caught in a knee-bar, and his ankle further torqued in a heel hook. The pain is insane, but Slaughter guts it out -- he needs to go save Ata! Slaughter claws at the ground for traction, his fingernails refusing to tear into the concrete...
Bukowski smiles to see the little girl crumpled at his feet. Then he winces and falls to a knee. His entire body is wracked with pain, and it's a struggle even to lift her mere 160lbs from the mat. Still, with effort, he draws her up...
And Tatupu has a surprise waiting for him! Courage isn't the only thing she's received from Sylvia Wrath, and now the Samoan surprises Bukowski by jabbing him in the forehead with a fork she'd had secreted in her boot!
The crowd pops! Tatupu looks barely able to stand, but she's holding the Nebraskan Nightmare at bay with her stowaway utensil, while blood runs down from Bukowski's forehead into his eyes.
She comes forward to jab him again, but Bukowski sidesteps. He brings his knee up solidly into her ribs, doubling her over, then backhands her across the face, knocking her to her knees. Bukowski executes a punt-like kick to Tatupu's fork-wielding hand and the flatware goes flying somewhere into the stands.
Smith: Heads up! I hope we have insurance!
Even with Patrick Slaughter on the outside, scraping and clawing, kicking back at Rok's hands and head, Terry Bukowski lifts Ata Tatupu to her feet one last time.
He smiles into her bludgeoned face as he draws her left arm up and back, trapping the wrist behind her head, exposing her ribcage.
Brunswick: He can't be planning to...
Smith: Oh I think so, Brunny!
Bukowski points to the outside of the ring -- to Slaughter -- and grins. "You're next," he mouths, his face awash in blood.
Brunswick: Not the heart punch!
The Gridiron Goliath balls a huge fist and then drives it down in a short spike, right for the point where Tatupu's armpit slopes into her left breast. There's a moment of convulsion, and then Bukowski yanks down on the arm he's been holding, pulling it like the string on a lawnmower. Or like a child's top. Tatupu spins in the air along a horizontal axis doing a complete two revolutions before crashing down to her back. She lies on the ground, her eyelids fluttering open and shut.
Bukowski plants his boot rough onto her sternum, not bothering to fall into a press. Slaughter, trapped, screams in rage and he and Bukowski lock eyes as the referee counts...
[To be continued by the referee...]
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