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M3: Onslaught© vs. Rok & Bukowski; REF: Lucas Millar
Topic Started: Oct 13 2012, 08:02 AM (1,114 Views)
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With Bukowski's massive boot covering Ata's chest, and Slaughter no chance to make it inside in time to save her, all that remains is for Lucas Millar to make the count.


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NO! Ata throws a shoulder up at the last possible second! Terry didn't cover Ata properly, and his smugness just cost his team! The match will continue!
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Brunswick: ATA GOT THE SHOULDER UP! ATA GOT THE SHOULDER UP! ONSLAUGHT IS STILL IN THIS!!!

Smith: I… I… I can’t believe this!

No one could, really. The crowd went bananas, cheering so loudly that one could feel the arena vibrate. Terry looked down at Ata with wide eyes. It took his mind a few moments to process what happened, as if the possibility of Ata kicking out of the Heart Punch was near-unfathomable. Once it sunk in, he turned towards Lucas and stared at him menacingly. He shouted at the official, arguing the decision. It was to no avail, as Lucas reinforced his decision. Not even Terry raising his fist menacingly at him would change it.

Brunswick: Terry’s losing his cool!

Smith: As much as I hate to say it, it is Terry’s own fault. I don’t care who you are or who you are facing, you always go for a proper cover!

Terry clenched his jaw as Lucas ordered him to continue the match. Shaking his head, he looked down at The Stoic Samoan. As she began her recovery process by rolling over onto her stomach, he started to wonder what had to be done to put her away. He pressed his lips together before deciding on his course of action. She may have survived the Heart Punch, but doing so no doubt took a lot out of her. She wouldn’t be able to survive a Logan Lock. With that in mind, he bent down and grabbed her by the hair as the crowd rained down on him with boos.

Brunswick: Ata may have kicked out, she’s still in trouble. Slaughter is still locked into that heel hold.

Back outside, Devlin, focused on the hold he had at Slaughter, seemed intent on breaking the knee of The Broward Brawler. Problem was, Devlin was applying a hold that happened to be in Slaughter’s arsenal. Because of that, Slaughter knew the places where one applying the hold in question could be hit. So, with one last yell, he reared his free leg back and drove his heel into the groin of Devlin. The Paragon screamed out loud in pain. This scream only became louder when Slaughter drove his heel in the area again. Not wanting to fall victim to a third shot, Devlin released his hold and scooted back. He then rolled on his side and tended to his testicles with his hands.

Slaughter quickly stood up and looked at Devlin. He wanted nothing more than to kill him right there and then, but the thought of Ata pushed that urge aside. He turned his head towards the ring in time to see Terry pull The Stoic Samoan into the middle of the ring by the hair. Slaughter’s scowl became more evident before he charged forward. He slid underneath the ring just as Terry was pulling Ata upward. Perfect. He ran forward, already set in his mind about what he wanted to do. Terry didn’t even have time to turn his head before his silhouette was Headlining the Sun-Sentinel. Terry fell to the side from impact of Slaughter’s sole smacking him flush against the side of his cranium. As Terry crumbled to the ground, letting go of Ata in the process, the referee moved in front of Slaughter and got into his face. Before Slaughter could even respond, he was clubbed on the back of his head by Devlin Rock. Lucas stepped out of the way before looking at Devlin. The Paragon tried to move forward to continue his assault, but Lucas was right there, ordering him to his corner. Devlin sneered at Lucas before following his order. However, The Paragon took time to send a stomp into Ata’s stomach along the way. As the Samoan rolled onto her side and favored her midsection, Slaughter stood up and glared at Devlin. With Lucas in front of his face, telling him to get out of the ring, he huffed out a breath before complying.

Brunswick: That was a timely save by Slaughter. Ata looked like she was being set up for the Logan Lock!

Smith: Slaughter… he’s like cockroach! He never goes away!

With both of the illegal men out on the apron, Lucas focused on refereeing the match at hand. Both of the legal wrestlers were still out of it, but Ata still looked like she was stilling feeling the effects of the Heart Punch and the stomp to her stomach. Her eyelids were still fluttering as a grimace twisted her normal solemn façade. Terry, for his part, was shaking off the cobwebs from Bicycle Kick he received from Slaughter. However, The Gridiron Behemoth looked to be in better shape. Slowly, but surely, he moved to a vertical base. While his submission attempt was averted, he figured Ata was ripe for the taking. With a sinister grin on his face, he stalked towards The Lady of Onslaught. When he was practically on top of her, he bent down and grabbed her by the hair again. Unfortunately for him, as he pulled her up to her feet, he didn’t notice the annoyed expression on her face. After being forced to her vertical base, The Stoic Samoan showed her displeasure with a swift kick into his crotch. The Gridiron Behemoth bellowed out in pain as he doubled over. Seeing an opening, Ata made haste, running towards the ropes. She rebounded quickly, only to slow down just a tiny bit as she approached her opponent. She lifted her left leg in the air. She then quickly brought her left leg down as she brought her right leg up. That right leg was up in the air for only a moment before she sent it crashing down on the back of Terry’s neck as she fell on her back. The impact caused Terry to hit the mat face first. The crowd went wild, but only for a few moments. They then became subdued because neither she nor Terry was moving.

Brunswick: SCISSORS KICK! ATA JUST HIT THE SCISSORS KICK

Smith: Too bad she’s out of it now!

Lucas eyed the two wrestlers, seeing if any of them were going to move anytime soon. After a few seconds, he shook his head before raising both of his index fingers in the air and yelling out.

ONE!

Both The Paragon and The Fort Lauderdale Native were yelling at their respective partners, trying to encourage them to make the tag. Both of them remained on the mat. Ata was on her back, looking up at the ceiling. Terry was on his stomach, favoring his bloodied face with his left hand.

TWO!

Terry was the first to begin to crawl. And, much to Slaughter’s dismay, he was closer to Devlin than Ata was to him. Just a few seconds, afterward, though, The Lady of Onslaught rolled onto her stomach.

THREE!

Slaughter leaned forward, trying to get Ata to crawl towards him. As The Stoic Samoan began to crawl, he stood straight and clapped his hands in a slow rhythm. The rhythm caught as the crowd gradually followed. Once the whole audience was clapping, the rhythm increased as they tried to encourage Ata to cover the distance and make the tag.

FOUR!

Ata was coming closer. Slaughter leaned as far forward as he could, stretching his right arm out. His left hand clutched the tag rope for dear life. Devlin smiled as he brought his arm out. Terry was inching closer and closer. His smile started to fade when Ata started to crawl just a little faster. Seeing this, he leaned forward.

FIVE!

Ata was just a foot away from Slaughter’s reach. Terry was faster, however, and he slapped Devlin’s hand. Devlin quickly ducked underneath the rope and enter the ring. Unfortunately for him, however, Ata was able to make one last lunge and tag Slaughter’s hand as soon as both of his feet hit the mat. Slaughter gripped the top rope and jumped over it. As soon as his feet landed, he ran towards a charging Devlin. Known for speed, Slaughter quickly downed him with a flying forearm. Devlin’s back hit the mat. During this, Slaughter twisted to his left in the air and landed on his back before quickly kipping up. Devlin stood up again, but was downed by a clothesline. Not giving him a chance to stand up, Slaughter quickly sent stomps into the midsection of The Paragon. Devlin tried to roll away, but Slaughter, ever aggressive, kept on stalking him, stomping him all the way. He then bent down, grabbed him by the head, and pulled him to his feet. Once he was on his feet, however, Slaughter was treated to a kick to his stomach. As Slaughter doubled over, Devlin ran towards the ropes and rebounded. Whatever he was planning, however, wouldn’t even become close to being achieved as he was lifted in the air. Slaughter then turned and slammed Devlin on his back with a Sitout Spinebuster! The Broward County Brawler kept his hold on Devlin. With The Paragon’s shoulders on the mat, Lucas slid in and administered the count.

One…

Two…

Before Lucas could count to three, Terry flew in out of nowhere and dropped an Axe Handle on Slaughter’s head. Terry stood up, intent on stomping away at Slaughter’s head. What he wasn’t expecting, though, was Ata charging in and sending a Dropkick into his right knee. The kick was enough to force Terry to one knee. With him in the kneeling position, Ata screamed out as she spun around, fell forward, and cracked Terry across the face with a Roaring Elbow. The crowd let out a collective “OOOH!” as the crack sounded through the arena. As Terry fell on his back, Ata stood up and viciously stomped at Terry as if she wouldn’t have another chance at assaulting her tormentor. The onslaught of boots was enough to force Terry to roll out of the ring. Ata followed him out as Slaughter stood up.

The Broward County Brawler quickly stood up and cracked his neck. With a grimace of his face, he looked down at Devlin, who was arching his back in pain. It was going to get worse. Slaughter bent down and grabbed The Paragon by the head again. He then tucked Devlin’s head between his legs before he bent down and wrapped his arms around his midsection. He lifted Devlin up on his shoulders. After keeping him up there for a few seconds, causing Devlin to give a “OH CRAP!” look to the crowdm Slaughter slammmed him on his back with a Powerbomb. Devlin didn’t even have time scream in pain before he was lifted off of the mat again. Once again, Slaughter slammed him on his again.

And he still wasn’t done.

Roaring out loud, he lifted Devlin off of the mat and into a Fireman’s Carry. He then leaned backward and slammed Devlin with a Samoan Drop. As Slaughter sat up, leaving Devlin to roll on his stomach and favor his back, the crowd was going wild, loving the punishment The Broward County Brawler was dealing out. It was going to get worse. Slaughter performed a cutthroat motion with his thumb before he stood up. He turned around and grabbed Devlin’s left ankle before dragging him into the middle of the ring, making sure that he was out of reach of any of the ropes. Still holding his ankle, he wrapped Devlin’s left leg around his own neck before dropping his right knee on The Paragon’s neck, locking in the BSO Lockdown. Devlin screamed out as he felt his left knee and back being bent back past their limit. Slaughter squeezed his arms in, adding pressure on his knee.

Back outside the ring, Ata continued to stomp away at Terry’s head. However, a voice in the back of her head told her it wasn’t enough. With that thought in mind, she left the bloodied Behemoth and made her way to the timekeeper’s area. Once there, she grabbed a steel chair and made her way back to Terry. She folded the chair along the way and turned it in her hands. Once she was over Terry, she let an evil smile invade her normally stoic face.

She lifted the chair up and slammed it on the bloodied face of Terry. Terry lay motionless, but Ata wasn’t done. She lifted the chair before slamming it into his head again! She didn’t stop until he hit him for an eighth time! By then the chair was warped. She still stood over him, daring him to try and get up.

Brunswick: Terry’s been taken out, and Devlin is stuck in the middle of the ring. Will he tap?

(Finisher Submission Attempt – BSO Lockdown)
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Patrick Slaughter
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-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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And with Bukowski taken out, and Rok stuck in the middle of the ring, there seems no hope here for the Challengers. Rok stares out at space for a few moments, feeling his leg being torn in two by the might of Slaughter. He holds off, hoping beyond hope for the save, but there is simply no-one coming and with one last scream of pain, Devlin starts tapping out!

Slaughter immediately lets the hold go and raises his arms, proud of his victory, the crowd roaring in appreciation of the toughness needed for the win. Except, even with Rok having tapped, there is one sound that hasn't happened yet.

There Was No Bell.

It takes a few moments. 10, maybe 20 seconds pass before Slaughter seems to realise his mistake and spins around, looking for the referee.....

Who is outside the ring, standing between Ata and Bukowski. Millar is demanding the chair off Ata, the assault on Bukowski too much for him to watch. Ata is still looking like she wants to hit Bukowski some more, but Millar is between her and her target, and with a sigh she drops the chair. Millar turns back to see a Bloodied Bukowski is showing signs of life, and with a nod, Millar slides back into the ring, where he's greeted by an angry Slaughter. The Fort Lauderdale native demands Millar call for the bell, motioning that Rok tapped out, but since Lucas didn't see anything, there's nothing he can do.

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The crowd rains profanity down onto the ring. They can't believe it. Pat Slaughter grabs his head with both hands as he pleads with the referee to end the match. He can't believe it either. Ata Tatupu just stands outside the ring, looking in, watching as her partner has a tantrum over the ref's ineptitude.

Brunswick: This match should be over! Devlin Rok tapped out!

Smith: Once again, Ata Tatupu has screwed Onslaught out of a win against Rok and Bukowski. This time, though, it may cost them more than just the match... it may cost them the titles!

Lucas Millar stands firm as Slaughter gets in his face. Lucas is a professional and he just repeats his decision calmly -- he didn't see the tap; he isn't going to call it. He tells Slaughter to move on with the match.

And yeah, the Broward County Brawler will "move on" all right, but first...

Slaughter points straight at his tag team partner, Ata Tatupu.

"You! Corner! Now!"

Tatupu's eyes go wide, asking a silent question. The big man's eyes' give her the answer. It's cool that Tatupu hates Bukowski. It's cool that she has used this match to beat her revenge out of his ass. But now they have to play things smart and get the 'W.' Nothing can be more important than that.

Ata reads all of this instantly. She quickly moves back to her corner and steps up on the apron, making sure to grab the corner rope. A quick, apologetic nod to Slaughter and a show of the rope in her hand is enough for Slaughter to finally return his attention back to the match at hand...

That is, until he is rolled from behind onto his shoulders by Devlin Rok. Then Slaughter hears the sound of the referee's hand slapping the mat.

One!

Two!

THRE--KICKOUT!

Smith: Nearly all over right there!

The Rabid Underdog (though, is the "main eventer"/tag champion really an "underdog" anymore?) rolls through the schoolboy and climbs to his feet. Rok meanwhile scrambles to the opposite side of the ring, looking to buy time. The Natural isn't ready to stand just yet, and all he wants to do is get himself away from Slaughter. Pat steadies himself and gets ready, just looking for Rok to get back up. Just looking for the moment to strike...

On the other side of the ring, Devlin finally begins to pull himself up with the help of the ropes. Hunched over, Rok is nearly straight when Slaughter charges. Slaughter's arm shoots out like a buzzsaw, looking for the County Line... but the move fails to connect as Devlin ducks down and grabs the top rope with him. The Fort Lauderdale Native careens over the ropes and lands on his injured back, hard on the floor below. He crashes down just a couple of feet from the still-down Terry Bukowski, who is trying to shake off the effects of a steel chair beatdown at the hands of Ata Tatupu.

Both Terry and Patrick lie beside each other as they both try to get themselves back into this match. Terry is a little further along as he drags himself to his corner's steps. Pat is in bad shape, wincing and grabbing his back again, as Ata tries to get a rallying clap going for her partner. Inside the ring, Devlin sits on his ass and watches as Lucas begins the count out once again.

1!

2!

Patrick starts to show signs of life. He rolls to his stomach.

3!

Placing both hands next to his head, Slaughter preps himself to push to all fours.

4!

Rallying the energy, a large surge lets Patrick push to his knees... And then there is a blur of boot. And then Slaughter is down.

The crowd boos and screams, but it changes nothing. Terry Bukowski has recovered, and he stands tall above Slaughter's body.

Brunswick: That's all she wrote. Terry just punted Patrick's head off of his own body. He's completely out.

Terry smirks sadistically. Blood pours down his face and he holds himself as if his shoulders were slightly too heavy for the rest of his body. As the hatred pours in from all sides, Bukowski leans over and grabs the Tag Team Champion around the waist. With a remarkable dead lift, the Nebraskan lifts his opponent up and pushes him into the ring, where Devlin is waiting patiently.

The Paragon of Excellence rolls to his knees and shuffles over to the champ, who is lying just inside of the ring on his back. Rok lays himself on top of Slaughter and the referee obliges:

One!

Two!

Three...?!?!

NO! By some miracle, Slaughter's shoulder popped off of the canvas at the last possible moment. The fans roar in approval. It looked to be over for their heroes, but there may be hope yet!

Rok takes a moment to digest the fact of Slaughter's kickout. He saw Bukowski kick Slaughter full in the face. He saw Slaughter's inert body. That should have been the match! But... it's not, so Rok gets back to work.

He pushes himself from the Champion reluctantly climbs to his feet. Or, more accurately, his foot. A very noticeable limp can be seen in his left leg and it appears all but useless now.

Rok looks over and sees that Bukowski is finally back in the corner, but the big man looks just as wiped. He's slouched over and his face and chest are smeared with dark blood from Tatupu's ghastly fork strike. Slaughter is so close to defeat, Rok can handle it himself. Can't he?

Rok drops down next to Slaughter and curls his arm around the fallen Brawler's jaw in a front facelock. While Slaughter struggles, Rok kicks out his injured leg a few times, trying to get it to work right.

Tatupu screams for Pat to get out of the hold as the referee checks to make sure that he can intelligently defend himself. The crowd screams with her, and there's a surge of support and momentum for Onslaught. Finally Pat manages to loop his leg around the bottom rope and Millar calls for the break. The Paragon curses under his breath, then releases the hold and hauls the big Floridian up. Slaughter still feels like dead weight in Rok's hands, so it should only take one or two things more to keep him down for good...

Rok whips Slaughter into the turnbuckles. He starts to charge in after him... but his knee spasms and he pulls up lame! The moment of hesitation is all Patrick Slaughter needs: he races from the corner and devestates Roky with a lariat.

Brunswick: County Line! The Holy Grail of Lauderdale has come to life!

Slaughter feels it! He gathers Rok and sets him up for a powerbomb to finish the match. With the backdrop of an adoring New York City, Patrick Slaughter whips Rok high into the air, then...

Only now it happens to Slaughter, too! His injury flares up -- his back locking -- and he falls back with Rok's one-ninety-five crashing down atop his chest. The hopes of Madison Square Garden audibly change into horror as Millar makes the count:

One!

Two!

NO! Only two!

The entire arena is on their feet. Everyone knows that the match has come down to its last few minutes; whoever gets the next big shot in likely walks away as champions. Meanwhile, both Devlin Rok and Patrick Slaughter crawl towards their respective corners...

Brunswick: And... Slaughter makes the tag! Here comes Ata Tatupu!

Smith: Rok's tagged out too! Look out!

The Athens, Georgia native rushes across the ring, looking to get the drop on Bukowski, but the big linebacker is faster than she could credit. He stops her cold in her tracks with an enormous front kick to the gut. Tatupu is frozen, the wind chased from her sails... and the breath has also been driven out from this auditorium.

Brunswick: Bukowski gathering Tatupu up in a gutwrench position. What's he looking for here?

Smith: He's going to put her in the bodybreaker! Make her give up!

Bukowski powers Tatupu up in his gigantic arms! But Tatupu pushes off the ground as she's raised, and she continues to rotate in Bukowski's arms. She manages to execute a full front flip, and winds up in chancery position, driving the giant down into the mat in a DDT!

The crowd explodes.

Brunswick: Tatupu covers! She has him! One! Two! NO! Bukowski with his foot on the ropes!

The fans are whipped into a frenzy now, dying with anticipation, as Tatupu wearily restores Bukwoski to his feet before wrapping her hands in his mullet and dropping him back down with a jaw breaker.

Then she waits, coiled like a snake about to strike...

Bukowski lumbers unsteadily to his feet, wiping blood away from his eyes. Tatupu moves forward. The Beast strikes out blindly with the lariat -- but Tatupu ducks underneath! She kicks Bukowski in the midsection, then leaps into the corner, landing on the second turnbuckle.

Brunswick: Looking for the Georgia Bulldog!

But Devlin Rok is there! He reaches out and grabs a handful of the Stoic Samoan's hair, then drops from the apron. It brings her face crashing forward into the ring post beyond the turnbuckles. Tatupu bounces back into the ring, still on her feet with hands up to her chin. She turns around...

And runs into a spear, courtesy of Terry Bukowski!

Smith: Spear! That's it! New champions!

In the opposite corner, Patrick Slaughter reacts immediately to the spear, moving to come in the ring. But his back seizes on him again, and it's a struggle... will he make it in time?!

Lucas Miller in for the count, fans still on their feet!

One!

Two!



[To be continued by the referee...]
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Slaughter dives across, his back arcing in pain....


THREE!

And Slaughter hits a moment too late! We have NEW Tag Team Champions!
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