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Greg Samuel Open Challenge
Topic Started: Jan 5 2018, 10:24 PM (241 Views)
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Run the Jewel's song 'Mean Demeanor' hits the PA system in the arena as the lights dim. The crowd knows not what to think, not knowing this song, and remains relatively silent. White laser lights shoot around the arena, oscillating at their own rate. A man who is unfamiliar to the PRW audience walks out onto the stage, taking a step to every other beat of the song. This man is wearing a sleeveless gray hoodie, with his hands in the pocket. His hair is black, styled in a high and tight cut. He also wears black trunks with dark green, light green and white argyle lining each side, as well as black kick pads. The mystery man's gaze is focused on the ground, a few feet ahead of him. He stops at the top of the ramp, takes a few breaths and then looks around at the audience before affixing his gaze on the ring.

Brunswick: It seems we have a newcomer on the scene here in PRW. The crowd doesn't quite know what to think.

Smith: He seems to have the personality of a spoiled college kid... You know, one that's never had to actually interact with anyone to get their way.

The newcomer begins to walk down to the ring at a quicker pace, with a long, steady gait as he makes his way down the decline. Fans on each side of the ramp stick their hands out, looking for acknowledgment from the newcomer, who doesn't pay them any mind. Upon reaching the bottom of the ramp, the wrestler takes a few running steps before sliding under the bottom rope. He gets to a vertical base, walks over to the far side of the ring to grab a microphone from the ring announcer, making sure to thanking her. The wrestler then finds his way to the center of his ring to face the hard camera, as his music fades. He looks straight out at the audience surrounding the camera, as he begins to speak.

???: PRW... My name is Greg Samuel.

Greg Samuel speaks with a slight drawl, with a average pitched voice. He keeps his right hand firmly in his sweatshirt pocket.

Greg Samuel: This isn't my first time a PRW ring. I've had tryout matches in 2014 and 2015, but pen was never put to paper. Here I am again, this time, no one's going to pass on me. You see, I'm a 10 year veteran of the squared circle. Been around the block, and been a contender in every promotion I've been in. As a matter of fact, in a place far away from here, I stood toe-to-toe with Ace Andrews, fighting for the World Heavyweight Championship, and took him to the limit.

Smith: I knew I didn't like this guy.

Greg Samuel: So, all I ask, is someone, anyone in the back who wants to put on a show-stealing match, come out here and let's get to it.

Samuel steps over to the side of the ring, bends between the top and middle rope, and places the microphone on the ring apron. He then stands up and peels off his sweatshirt, tossing it to the outside of the ring. He backs into the corner, grabs the ropes and begins to stretch out, waiting for an opponent.

Brunswick: There it is. An open challenge laid out by Greg Samuel. Will anyone answer?
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<Josh Brunswick>
‘Uh-oh...‘

The biggest reaction in reception to her arrival yet. A decent din for the Rookie From Rajasthan of seven odd matches. The undercard wrestler was making her true, aired, PRW Rage Debut tonight. Those who had been following her recent battles of late knew what Greg Samuel was in for. They waited with baited breath. Lal Singh stepped through the curtain, and stood at the top of the ramp. Hands on her hips, she swept the crowd with black eyes, and they swept her back. Then, she fixed her dark gaze upon Greg Samuel.

<Doug Smith>
‘This young lady is a force! We have been witness to her devastation visited on others with those damned legs!‘

With rippling leg muscles, Lal started down the ramp. Her "POWER WALK" a thing to behold given her physicality. She pointed at individual signs, the cameras flashing to them. "Lalberg", "LETHAL LEGS", and, of course, "POWER WALK!".

To each sign she pointed to, she shouted a heavily accented thank you.

<Amber>
‘The following contest is scheduled for ONE FALL (Crowd echoed ONE FALL), contended under PRW Rules. Making her way to the ring from Rajasthan, India, standing at 5'10'', weighing in at 195 Lbs., LAL SINGH!‘

Slapping some hands, Lal came to the end of the ramp. Lal Singh hopped up onto the apron, bypassing the steel steps. She gripped the ropes, tugged back on them, then with a burst of force, leapfrogged the ropes, landing on her feet in the ring. There, Lal Singh waited, the ref saying stuff at her while she stared coldly at Samuel.

<Josh Brunswick>
‘I wonder if he'll be the first to beat her, break her streak...‘

<Doug Smith>
‘I wonder if he can even take her passed the three minute mark! Lal's longest mat was a tag match at five minutes and some change. Her one on ones are over in a blink!‘

Despite commentary's assessment, Samuel's was stoic, and quiet. He looked his foe up and down without fear, or the slightest sign of anxiety. He was ready for the young woman. The referee signaled for the bell. It rang, and the two came to the center of the ring.


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The two combatants lock eyes in the center of the ring, neither showing any sign of fear. Samuel adjusts his white wrist tape, while Singh shakes out her hands. In a show of respect before they start, Samuel sticks a hand out for a shake. Singh looks down at the hand, then up at him, to try and gauge the newcomer's character. Singh decides to trust Samuel and shakes his hand. No shenanigans occur, and the two back out and begin to circle the ring while the crowd applauds the amicable start to the match.

Brunswick: A sign of respect to start this match.
Classy!


After a few circles of the ring, the two work their way back to the center and engage in a collar-and-elbow tie-up. Samuel has the height and weight advantage, but Singh is strong enough to hold her own. The Maine resident is able to position himself to gain control with a side headlock. The Rookie from Rajasthan slaps a few times at Samuel's arm to try and relieve some pressure on her jaw, while the ref checks to make sure there isn't a choke. Greg fights to keep the headlock in. Meanwhile, Singh uses the strength in her legs to push Samuel back into the ropes. Lal changes direction and pushes The Maine Attraction away, escaping the headlock and sending her opponent into the ropes. Samuel charges back to the center of the ring to meet a dropped down Singh. After leaping over his opposition and bouncing off the ropes again, the debutant charges back at Lal, only to receive a stiff forearm to the jaw. Greg staggers backward, clutching at his jaw. Singh closes the gap and grabs Samuel around the waist from behind, lifting him up and over, driving him down to the mat with a German Suplex. Arching his back and kicking the mat, Samuel is trying to regain his wits while the crowd cheers for the grappler from India.

Smith: Greg Samuel is seeing first hand what everyone else in PRW has seen for a month now: Lal Singh is no joke.

Back at his feet, Samuel charges at Singh, trying to stop her momentum. Lal ducks a clothesline attempt, turns and delivers a lightning fast front thrust kick to Samuel's chest. The power from the kick sends Samuel tumbling backward, out of the ring, under the top rope. Greg lands on his feet on the outside, keeping a firm grip on the middle rope, which is the only thing keeping him vertical. A dazed look covers Samuel's face, as he tries to recalculate his game plan on the fly. Ever the respectful competitor, Singh waits for her competition to enter the ring, taking a second to acknowledge the fans. The ref starts a count, and Samuel releases the middle rope, wobbling a slight bit before making his way to the ring apron. Samuel gets back into the ring and rubs his chest, looking across the ring at his opponent. The veteran wrestler lets out an exhale and nods, while the Indian sensation smirks in his direction. Greg approaches the center of the ring, looking for another test of strength. Singh has a different idea as she charges towards her opponent, trying to capitalize on her momentum. Samuel ducks the oncoming Singh and turns to try and roll her up for a pin. The rookie rolls through to avoid the pin but does not avoid the superkick Samuel throws to her jaw while she is on her knees. The superkick sends Singh to her back as Greg drops down and hooks a leg.

ONE!

It's going to take more than that to keep the rookie sensation down. Samuel waists no time locking in a headlock to keep his control of the matchup. The Maine Attraction works his way back to his feet, bringing his opponent with him. Transitioning into a front headlock, Greg swiftly drops to his back, dropping Singh with a classic DDT. Lal rolls to her back, clutching her head and letting out grunts of pain.

Brunswick: That's a DDT, straight out of the Black Gordman playbook.

Smith: At first I thought this guy stood no chance,
but he seems to have weathered the early storm and is now finding his sea legs.


Samuel gets to his feet and places a kick to the midriff of his opposition. Lal's arms instinctively drop to her stomach, trying to alleviate some pain. Singh pushes through the discomfort to work back to her feet, where she is met by Samuel whipping her into the ropes. The Rajasthan native ducks a clothesline, and charges into the ropes. Another clothesline is ducked by Singh, who is followed into the ropes by Samuel. The inexperienced Singh turns around and is then hit with the clothesline, flattening her to the mat. Lal pushes back to her feet, only to be greeted by a dropkick from Samuel. With Singh on the mat, The Maine Attraction attempts another pin.

ONE!

While not getting the victory, Samuel knows that each pinfall attempt is going to at least force his opponent to exert a little force to push his 225-pound frame off of her.

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Sapping methods were a standard for the wise and seasoned. Two things that Lal Singh wasn't. At least not yet, anyway. That being said, youthful exuberance and talent still had its advantages. Lal was back on her feet in a blink, be it sweaty. Greg Samuel up a little slower, pacing himself. He knew his target was, for lack of a better way of putting it, hungry and naive. But could he weather intensified offense from such a fireball?

Coming in for another tie-up, Lal dropped low, hooking an arm around his thigh while shouldering in hard. Greg rolled with the fall, stood, and found his other thigh hooked, was shouldered, and went down on his back, rolling sideways. Coming up, Lal shouldered into his belt line while hooking him at the back of the knees..

Lightning quick, he managed to roll backwards, clear of Lal's entanglements.

<Doug Smith>
‘Two hip heists and a double leg takedown, and Lal still couldn't pin him down for a hold or a count.‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘Samuel's know slouch in between those four posts. Any man who's fought against Ace Andrews has got to have situational awareness, and sharp reflexes. He's also keeping his head in there despite his opponent going all out. This is the worst opponent possible for Lal Singh!‘

The two circled. Lal looked hungry while Greg looked centered, at ease even. he awaited the inevitable. Lal powered in with another Thrusting Front Kick at his chest, but he side stepped it, slapping down on her knee and proffering a BACK ELBOW! Lal went down hard on her back, rolling clear last second to avoid a knee aimed at her head. On all fours, she looked up at Samuel with intense eyes now showing hesitance.

Greg wagged a finger at her. His lips a horizontal plain as straight as an equatorial line. The crowd gave up some vocal appreciation for the veteran's gesture as Lal Singh stood. She leveled her onyx orbs on him, brow furrowed as she huffed. Her hand on the affected cheek dropped to her hip.

She was stilled and ready to continue, but the bull like confidence from before had exited stage left. For once, she looked thoughtful. The woman who had been clobbered recently by a steel chair assault, and took on five plus men found the single man in front of her a threat to survival. To her streak.

<Doug Smith>
‘And Samuel has thrown down the gauntlet. Lal either steps it up or dies here!"‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘A confident statement from the veteran. He's telling Singh that she can't spam her typical repertoire; she has to evolve here and now! ‘

Locking up, Lal dropped after lassoing Greg's head, flopping him to the mat with an amateur takeover, and managing the keep on the headlock. She held it as the fight battled its way to vertical, transitioning to front chancery briefly before Samuel sent her into the ropes with a shove. Coming off them fast, she leapfrogged Samuel when he dropped down. Hitting the rebound, Lal came back to a straightened out Samuel that pitched her up and over with a crisp Monkey Toss!

Lal rolled through the touchdown, coming up with a hand to the small of her back, and the crowd's praise for Greg Samuel in her ears. The look on her face was at first sober, then jealous. Greg smiled back, shrugging at her. The rookie nodded after a scoff, shrugged back, and the two came together yet again. Taking control, Samuel went for the go behind, arms locking around Lal's waist, but he had to duck and cock his head to avoid a series of elbows. Managing a lift, Lal hooked his calf with her leg, reached back behind his head, and threw them both forward suddenly.

<Josh Brunswick>
‘WHOA!‘

<Doug Smith>
‘Flying Mare from the rookie! She's kicking it old school, and amateur here tonight!‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘Samuel's in a seated position, Lal dropping down!‘

Wrapping one arm around Greg Samuel's head, Lal used the free arm to drive repeated ELBOW STRIKES into his collar bone and shoulder. She broke off the attack when the official's count drew to the point break of DQ, but hovered. Once cleared, Lal leaned in only to be pulled in with a Small Package!

ONE! TWO!, and Lal exploded out of the pin like biscuit dough from a sealed container. But Greg Samuel's tugged her back like a riptide with a School Boy! ONE! TWO! Lal rolled out, coming up bent at the knees and waist. Greg dragged her into an Inside Cradle from that position! ONE! TWO! And she managed to kick out, clasping Grag Samuel at knee and ankle. She launched herself over, holding his legs, for a pin of her own.

ONE! KICKOUT! The crowd was dazzled at the pace, some breathless, others giving the two wrestler a verbal ovation. The two came up, locking and twisting arms, spinning each other intricately. It was a battle for a who would control a BACKSLIDE. Lal Singh, coming out of a cyclone of limb movement, snagged Greg's neck, and snapped backwards, shaking the ring!

<Doug Smith>
‘SNAP DDT!‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘Lal unable to capitalize! The pace is hitting her as hard as that DDT hit Samuel!‘

Perspiring, Lal heaved on her back. Chest rising and falling like waves in the Atlantic. The She smiled. Not because the match was won. No. She smiled because they were swinging back her way. Her name on their lips.

SINGH! SINGH! SINGH! SINGH! SINGH! SINGH! SINGH! SINGH!


::RIGHT BACK AT YOU, GREG!::
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With the crowd at her back like the winds projecting a sailboat forward, the powerhouse from India pushes back to her feet, clearly favoring her back a little. Samuel is down, trying to regain his wits after a brutal snap DDT. Upon arriving at her feet, Singh takes a second to acknowledge the fans who have chanted her name. She then makes her way to Samuel's lower half before picking up his legs at the ankle. The rookie then delivers a piercing stomp to the midsection of her opponent. Greg's face shrinks in pain, but he doesn't have much time to react. Singh bends down, placing both her hands behind Samuel's back. Despite the soreness in her back, the powerhouse lifts all 225 pounds of Samuel off the mat and into the air on her shoulders. She then falls to the mat, slamming the PRW newcomer down to the mat with a sit-out powerbomb. All the breath leaves Samuel's lungs as the crowd freaks out about the display of strength from the young woman from Indian. She keeps her grip around Greg's waist, attempting to gain victory with a sit out pin.

ONE!

TW-

Samuel is able to get a shoulder off the mat early in the two count.

Brunswick: What strength from Lal Singh! She lifted a man well above her weight off of the ground before slamming him straight back down!

Smith: This woman is something special! The more we see her in action, the more we learn that!

Both competitors are panting heavily, with Samuel on the ground and Singh making her way back vertical. The crowd is firmly behind the rookie grappler at this point, if only because of her impressive performance to this point. Knowing that he has to make it back to his feet to stay alive in this matchup, Samuel pushes through the pain that is coursing through his upper body. Lal doesn't let Greg get settled on his feet before backing him into the ropes and sending him across the ring. Samuel bounces off the ropes and charges back at Singh, only to be greeted with a brain shaking forearm to the face. Samuel drops to a knee, obviously dazed by the stone wall of a strike. Singh looks satisfied with the strike momentarily until Samuel stands back up and takes a step towards her. The look on The Maine Attraction's face says it all: you can't keep me down. Singh grabs the back of Samuel's head before throwing another forearm to his face. Greg steps back before facing up again. Another forearm, and another step back to the confrontation. The rookie decides she's had enough of this and grabs Samuel before whipping him into the ropes. The American charges back to the center of the ring where Singh does a discus spin, looking for a forearm. Greg ducks the wild forearm swing and heads back to the ropes. By the time Singh turns around, she is greeted by a leaping Samuel who wraps an arm around her neck and then spins, grabbing and pulling her down with the other arm.

Brunswick: Slingblade! This man is obviously no stranger to taking a beating and coming back.

Neither competitor stays mat bound for long. They meet at the center of the ring, where Samuel whips Singh to the corner. Greg charges to the opposite corner before running full speed toward his competitor. Two steps before the corner, the Maine native leaps into the air, crashing down in the corner on Singh with a Stinger Splash. Samuel pulls Singh out of the corner, making her fall down to the mat. Greg puts both hands on either side of the top turnbuckle. He then hops on the middle rope, pushes off the ropes and extends his body outward. Looking like he is about to execute a splash, Samuel instead drops an elbow right to the center of Singh's chest. Lal's nose crinkles and she let out a tough grunt as her upper ribcage is the only thing that separates Samuel's elbow and her heart. Greg climbs over Singh and hooks a leg, looking to secure victory in his debut.

Brunswick: Impressive maneavur from Samuel there let's see if he can get the victory.

Smith: Impressive? If your standards are low enough.

ONE!

T-

Singh isn't done yet, but obviously, Samuel is giving her a challenge she hasn't seen yet in PRW. Greg sits up, panting and looking pensively, as he plans his next move. Singh is looking slightly winded as she starts pulling herself back to her feet. The crowd is deeply engaged in the match, still behind Lal but impressed by the fight Samuel has been able to put up against her.

TBC; Singh
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<Josh Brunswick>
‘That look is a pensive one, Dough...‘

<Doug Smith>
‘The rookie ego has been bruised. Lal Singh isn't just holding her chest after that elbow, Josh, but her wounded pride!‘

Wariness, it was written all of Singh's face as her and Greg started maneuvers, footwork mirrored for a moment right before they clashed. With a surge of effort, Greg shoved Lal against the ropes, catching her with a solid right hook when she bounced back. The Rookie From Rajasthan fell against the ropes again, and Greg tangled her arms. He then made Lal Singh his heavy bag for a count of four, rattling the rookie in place until he backed up.

Unable to untangle, the referee stepped aside, and Greg drummed her some more until he was forced to resign at a count of four again. That second barrage left her slumped in her restraints, shaking her head as welts formed on her skin.

<Doug Smith>
‘Old school technique that today's new breed really hasn't learned how to escape...‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘Singh's helpless, and bodied twice over by Greg; she needs to get loose to stay in this thing!‘

As Greg came again, and Singh twisted her hips, and torso in a way that would make a professional contortionist proud. The echo of impact caused the crowd to wince and, some shaking there heads or whistling. Greg flopped back, eyes dazed until he shook clarity back into them, even then, he took a moment to gather as his opponent finally extricated herself from her bonds.

Dropping to one knee, shivery, Lal Singh stood, coming at Greg headlong a blink after. The re-post was a fireman's carry takedown that landed Lal squarely on her back. Greg, with pointed elbows, drilled Lal with several aimed into her chest. On the tron screens, populating the corner, and on the screens of those at home in a cutaway, Lal's counter kick on Greg was replayed from several angles.

<Josh Brunswick>
‘That Bhakti Kick...‘

<Doug Smith>
‘She's used it as tide changer when on the receiving end before, but it looks like Greg is still managing to keep the battle in his control.‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘Pointed Elbows, three, four, five! and....‘

Greg dropped down for six, but struck canvas with a groan. Lal rolled clear of the ring, on all fours on the outside, she heaved and gasped while, then started clutching at her chest. She she stood, a Baseball Slide met her flush in the affected area, sending her back first into the barricade. The crowd gave it up for Greg verbally as he grabbed Lal by the hair and rolled her back into the ring.

A quick cover followed. ONE! TWO! and Lal got the shoulder up, flopping over on her stomach. Greg mounted with a back riding position and a legally placed bicep vicing her jaw. The sapping was to continue until Lal couldn't put up a fight. Methodical dissection that the crowd murmured over, as they wanted more flash. Those of more discerning taste in wrestling understood the psychology, leaning in from whatever place they viewed from to take in Greg's acumen.

Lal clawed and tore at the arm as she lifted and pitched. Despite the dead weight he was leveling on Lal, Greg found the hold to be going sideways, and adjusted with the flop. Scissoring his opponent's abdomen, and turning the Jaw Jammer into a Sleeper. Lal flailed as a portion of the crowd shrieked approval for the veteran.

<Josh Brunswick>
‘She's in trouble!‘

<Doug Smith>
‘Prone Sleeper Hold with the scissors applied; it's either break out or light out!‘

She faded, and faded, and faded further, the referee lifting her arm once, then letting it fall. He lifted the arm again, and it fell when he released it. On the third raise, the official dropped it only to see its descent arrested. The arm shivered, and quaked as the crowd started to cheer wildly. Trapping the legs wrapped around her waist with her arms, Lal rolled onto her knees. Like leavened bread, she rose slowly, body shaking like a Rattler's tail end. Teeth gritted, eyes wide, Lal had the crowd on their feet as she stood tall with Greg Samuel on her back!

<Doug Smith>
‘HOLY HELL!‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘SINGH IS VERTICAL! GREG SAMUEL TRAPPED!‘

Flash photography abundant, Lal Singh gave them the moment for capturing, the flung herself backwards, rocking the ring, and leaving Greg Samuel spread eagle. Rolling away. Rolling onto her stomach, she choked down air, propped up on her padded elbows. Close-ups showed a dizzy, possibly depleted wrestler trying to stabilize. She punched the mat, shouted in Hindi, and got back to her feet with a discernible wobble.

Grabbing on of Greg's booted feet, she dragged him to the closest corner, climbed to the top rope, screamed "THANK YOU!" at a vociferous crowd behind her, and then launched herself off, proffering her right leg for a Diving Foot Stomp to Greg's head! Greg jerked and spasmed, Lal subsequently covered.

ONE! TWO! And Greg Samuel rocketed a shoulder up to a resounding issue of awes. Lal rolled over, propped up on elbows again with a look of exasperation in her eyes. Looking over at Greg Samuel stirring, she laid her head to the mat and exhaled.

<Doug Smith>
‘She can't believe it; she thought she had him!‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘But she didn't. All the credit to, Greg Samuel, he's doing what seven matches and numerous wrestlers prior could not. In turn, Lal Singh is is remarkable for staying in there outgunned in almost every regard physically.‘

The official was mid raise for a ONE Count on the competitors when he stopped. Both wrestler gained their knees, and stood.

Eyes made contact.

::To you Greg! Sorry about the wait!::
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If someone were to tune in to this match right now, the sight they see would only tell a fraction of the story. Both competitors stand on their own two feet, in different states of disarray. Singh is slouching and breathing heavily out of her mouth. Samuel, after receiving two diving boots to the cranium, has a gaze on his face that would send even the toughest of NFL player through the concussion protocol. The two make their way to the center of the ring where Samuel throws a wild right hook. Lal is able to easily duck it. The veteran throws a left, which is greeted with another dodge. After attempting one more haphazard right, Samuel stumbles into Lal, who promptly takes him into a front face lock. Grabbing the Maine native's trunks, Lal conjures up the strength to lift Samuel vertical, hold him there for a second, and then drop him forward. Samuel lands on his face on the mat, adding onto an already injured head. Singh doesn't even bother to get back to her feet, instead crawling over to Samuel and rolling him onto his back. The rookie sensation hooks the outer leg.

ONE!

TWO!

T-

This match isn't over yet. Samuel does just enough to get his shoulder off the mat. Lal lets out a sigh of disappointment, but keeps on the offense. She lifts Greg to a seated position and locks in a headlock. Greg's face shows the pain of the hold, as Lal's muscular arm wraps around his jaw. Despite being tired, Samuel knows he needs to work his way out of this hold. Using what's left in his strength reservoir, Samuel plants his feet on the ground and begins to push his way to his feet, fighting against Lal's weight. Upon reaching a vertical base, the Rajasthan native release the headlock and quickly grips around Samuel's waist, before lifting him up and over for a German Suplex. Samuel lands on the back of his neck, and the force of the suplex sends him rolling to the mat outside.

Brunswick: Samuel may be the veteran, but the pure strength and grit of Lal has kept her in this contest.

Smith: It's a real testament to her ability that she has been able to gain the upper hand, even at this point in the competition.

The suplex took a fair amount of energy from Lal, as she stays grounded for a few moments. On the outside, Greg shows little sign of life. The crowd duels with chants of "Let's go Lal" and "Sam-u-el." The ref begins the ten count for Greg to get back into the ring. Upon returning to her feet, Singh slips between the middle and top rope before jumping down to the outside. The ref restarts his count. Singh reaches down and brings the semi-lifeless body back to his feet. Entangled in his opposition's grip, Samuel uses his little energy to charge forward, driving Singh back first into the ring post. Singh arches her back and drops to a knee while letting out a an "Ahhh" in pain. Samuel also drops down to a knee with his head down. After taking a few breaths, Greg stands back up, looking slightly unamused with the fact that he had to use the ring post to regain control of the match. Greg grabs a handful of Lal's hair, and her trunks before lifting her up and sliding her back into the ring. The Maine Attraction then slides back into the ring himself and gingerly makes his way to a vertical base.

Brunswick: I don't think Greg Samuel walked down to this ring tonight expecting this grueling of a battle.

Smith: If he didn't, he severely underestimated PRW and is in for a shock!

Backed into a corner, Samuel looks to regain some energy while Singh pushes back to he feet. Before Lal can get back vertical, Greg charges at her and leaps, striking the side of her head with a drive by dropkick. Lal collapses to the mat and her hands shoot up to the throbbing zone in her head. With a miniature spurt of energy, Samuel grabs his opponent by the head and lifts her back to her feet. Singh staggers on her feet momentarily until Samuel lifts her up and drops her down on his knee with an Inverted Atomic Drop. Before Lal has time to react, Greg lifts her again, this time by the waist, before rotating and dropping her down to the mat with a spinebuster. Lal arches her back in pain as Samuel pushes through the pain and back to a vertical base. With this newfound energy, Greg charges toward the ropes and jumps onto the second. Greg pushes off the ropes and does a backflip before cascading down on Lal's midsection with a lionsault. The air rushes out of the rookie's lungs as all 225-pounds of Samuel crashes into her. Greg keeps himself position in a pin on Lal, looking for a victory.

ONE!

TWO!

TH-

Lal pushes her shoulder off the mat with conviction. Samuel's head drops a little bit, but is still running on this new wave of energy and plans not to waste it. He gets back to his feet and backs into a corner, signaling at Lal to get back to her feet. Singh stumbles to her feet, back to Samuel. Greg charges at her right as she turns around, leaps into the air and catches her on the back of the head with a big enziguri. Lal falls back into the ropes, keeping herself on her feet. Greg gets back to his feet and pulls Singh off the ropes before dragging her to the center of the ring. Samuel then holds her next to him, facing the other way and grabs her far shoulder. Greg is looking to hit his finish move, Fatal Attraction. Before Greg can execute, Lal emphatically drives a trio of elbow to his temple, reactivating the earlier head injury and ending Greg's rush of energy. Greg releases his grip and drops to a knee.

Brunswick: Back and forth, these two refuse to lose here. How can we possible see this match end?

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‘You said it Josh! This is going into the red!"‘

Stumbly, Lal walked clear of Greg's reach, and started to turn around, Greg, started a snail's pace rise to his feet. Both competitors were clearly drawing from empty wells, but refused to call it quits. Coming together, Greg pushed down on his opponent's shoulders, thrusting her down to the mat hard. Popping up, coming together, thrust and shove to the shoulders, back down to the mat. Greg threw her to the mat for a third time, then dropped her for a fourth with a mat slam, grasping and throwing her down by her head.

Wobbling upwards, Lal was pushed into the ropes, then went down via clothesline. Covered, followed by a count, and she kicked at at TWO with some flickering effort. Dragging her up, Greg whipped the Rookie, then snapped her back for a Short Arm Clothesline. A Lateral Press, TWO slaps to the mat from the ref, and Lal got her shoulder up again.

<Doug Smith>
‘Greg can't snuff the candle because he has no breath left, and all Lal has is sheer determination keeping shoulders off the mat!‘

<Josh Brunswick>
‘We always postulated that whoever got the pin on Singh was going to have to work hard for it! Samuel may get the hand raise tonight, but damn did he pay one Hell of a price for it!‘

Vertical, Greg in possession of control, the veteran took Lal and buried her face with a bash into a nearby corner. Head bouncing off the pad, Lal found herself being dribbled off the pad over and over by Samuel, who, then snapped her backwards by her hair. She stirred and struggled on her back as Greg went up high. Facing the crowd, he permitted a moments gesture to them, reaped the sweet, sweet pop, and went for the Rope Slung Elbow from before...and came up with canvas!

<Josh Brunswick>
‘No one home! Greg is hurting!‘

Holding his elbow, and sucking teeth, he bellowed curses as Lal rallied in the corner she rolled into. Using the ropes to climb to her feet, she raised her arms into aready position, and went at Greg. She doubled at the waist, courtesy of a front kick. The move that followed was fluid, seamless. Greg hit her with a PILEDRIVER! Lal flopped sideways, no life in her limbs as Greg covered her.

<Josh Brunswick>
‘OH MY GAWD!‘

<Doug Smith>
‘Ref is dropping in... I wonder if he'll spot what Samuel hasn't?!‘

ONE!

TWO!

The official stopped counting as the crowd shouted THREE!

Lal's foot was dangled over the bottom rope. When Greg sat up to see why the count had abated, he was met with the reality of the situation. He was tired. He was eager. He should have looked before he covered. Pounding the mat with balled hands, Greg shook his head, but smiled a weary smile.

It couldn't be helped. So, Greg gathered up Lal Singh, dragging her to her feet. Once there, Lal tucked her head under Greg's arm, slung an arm around his neck, then flung herself backwards with the dead weight of a sandbag.

<Doug Smith>
‘SNAP SUPLEX!‘

Both wiped out on the mat, Greg started to ascend first. Facing the ropes, back to Lal, he wasn't prepared for the shove to the small of his back from a kneeling Lal. He hit the ropes with his whole body and staggered backwards of balance. Lal in wait, she rolled him heels over head, folded him and sat down on the back of his legs for a VICTORY ROLL!

<Josh Brunswick>
‘WHOA!‘

The referee came in for the count on the UPSET PIN!

::UPSET PIN ATTEMPT VICTORY ROLL - TBC BY THE REFEREE::
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Josh Brunswick: What a fantastic roll up from Lal! She's really showing out tonight and giving Greg everything he can handle!


Doug Smith: That's some insane flexibility I gotta admit!



ONE!




TWO!















AT THE LAST SECOND GREG SAMUEL USES EVERYTHING HE'S GOT TO KICK OUT AND AVOID THREE!
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The crowd claps for the two combatants in the ring, who have given their all in this content. Both of the wrestlers lay on the mat, exhausted. Samuel is staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what it is going to take to keep his rambunctious opponent down. Across the ring, Lal lays on her stomach, wondering many of the same things that Greg is. The ref begins a count. ONE! Little motion comes from either grappler. TWO! Samuel turns to his side while Lal begins to reach for the ropes. THREE! Samuel has transitioned onto his hands and knees. Singh is using the ropes to aid her back to a vertical base. FOUR! Greg has managed to make it to one knee while the rookie is still struggling to make any progress.

FIVE! Samuel is comfortably regaining some energy before getting back on both feet. SIX! Samuel pushes up to a vertical base before quickly backing into a corner, attempting to use as little energy as possible and avoid falling back to the mat. Lal has a firm grip on the middle rope and is almost to her knees. SEVEN! Singh has gotten to her knees and is now using the top rope to get to her feet. EIGHT! The grappler from Rajasthan avoids a count out by making it back to her feet, relying heavily on the top rope to keep her there.

Brunswick: This match isn't over yet. Somehow both of these battered wrestlers are still able to get back to their feet and continue this contest.

Smith: Any qualms I had about Samuel when he came out here, I have to take back. He has proven more than worthy of a spot on the PRW roster.

Despite being on their feet, there is a pause before the two get back into the fight. They lock eyes from across the ring, and there is a look of mutual admiration for a moment. That moment is fleeting as Samuel uses his left hand to swipe his mess of hair back and then begins to circle the ring. The two competitors are slowed by the pain coursing through their bodies, but their spirits remain very much alive. They meet in the center of the ring, but instead of a lockup, Samuel tries to quickly hit his Inverted STO finisher on Singh. Lal pushes him away, before trying to down him with a clothesline, which Samuel ducks.

The two turn to the center of the ring and Lal quickly lands a right to Samuel's jaw. Greg stumbles back, only to step back to the center of the ring. Greg locks eyes with Lal as if he's asking for another. The rookie obliges. The Maine native takes another step backward and is this time met with a charging clothesline attempt. Greg is able to duck the clothesline. Singh turns to face Greg, who leaps into the air, propelling his foot to the rookie's forehead. Lal falls back into the ropes after the Pele Kick only catches her enough to daze her momentarily. Greg pushes back to his feet, pulls Lal off the ropes, clutches her opposite shoulder before lifting her four inches off the ground and driving her face first into the mat with the Fatal Attraction. The force of the move causes Singh to bounce to her back.

Brunswick: A little bit of mid-match research has told me that is called Fatal Attraction, and it has finished off many wrestlers.

Smith: Lal Singh isn't like many wrestlers...

Greg turns to his stomach and crawls over to Singh before doing his best to hook Lal's leg, looking for the victory.

TBC; Ref
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