The Cameras are panning Colonial Center. Fans are standing on their feet.

Simon Daye: Welcome to Colonial Center

Jaymie Boone: Live from Columbia, South Carolina

Crowd goes wild. Camera is still panning the audience. We see lots of signs.

Simon Daye: Saturday nights are not going to be the same. Trauma is here!

Steve Marlay vs. Jimmy Turner

Simon Daye: Jimmy Turner is already in the ring. He is waiting on his opponent.

"I don't wanna stop" by Ozzy Osbourne sounds throughout the arena and the crowd erupts into cheers as Steve Marlay strolls out from behind the curtain out onto the ramp. He acknowledges the crowd response with a smile and a nod before starting his walk down the ramp; along the way he slaps plenty of hands and smiles towards a few fans. Upon reaching the ring he slides under the bottom rope and wonders towards one of the far turnbuckles, he climbs it and poses for the crowd before jumping down and getting ready for action.

Jaymie Boone: That Jimmy Turner guy looks weird

Simon Daye: Steve Marlay is making his debut match here tonight. What a way to start Trauma out.

Jaymie Boone: Let’s get this thing underway

Simon Daye: The first ever match for Trauma is starting

The referee calls for the bell. Steve walks up to Jimmy with his hand extended. Jimmy shake hands. Both men circle each other. They lock up and Jimmy applies a Head lock on Steve. Steve sends Jimmy into the ropes. Jimmy bounces off the ropes and Knocks Steve down. Jimmy goes into the ropes again Steve stays on the mat as Jimmy steps over him. Jimmy rebounds from the ropes and is caught with Flying Head Scissors. Steve gets to his feet and as Jimmy is making it to his Steve delivers a Standing Dropkick which takes Jimmy back to the mat. Steve goes for the pin. The ref begins his count. 1…. 2…Kick out by Jimmy

Simon Daye: The Janitor is not doing a bad job

Jaymie Boone: That is where I seen him before

Steve gets to his feet. Crowd likes what they see in Steve Marlay. Steve goes to help Jimmy to his feet. Jimmy slaps Steve in the face. Jimmy grabs Steve arm and whips him into the ropes. Steve rebounds and leaps and hits a Cross Body on Jimmy. Steve gets up and measures Jimmy and drops a Leg Drop right across the throat. Steve goes to the top rope. He leaps and hits Shooting Star Press. Steve goes for the cover. The Ref slides into position and begins the count. 1…. 2…. 3!! No! Jimmy kicks out!

Simon Daye: Steve Marlay is showing his stuff. He almost had the win

Jaymie Boone: Jimmy Turner is staying in this match

Steve gets to his feet. Jimmy is still lying on the mat. Jimmy begins to make it to his feet. Steve Kicks Jimmy in the stomach. Steve then hits The Extreme Dream. Steve goes for the pin. The Ref is in place to make the count. 1…. 2…. 3!!!!

Simon Daye: Steve Marlay showing that he is here to stay! Winning his debut match here on Trauma!

Jaymie Boone: Good win for Steve Marlay

Simon Daye: How would you know. You were busy flirting with those guys behind us

Jaymie Boone: I already have a boyfriend

Simon Daye: Lets take a commercial break.

{{COMMERCIAL BREAK}}

Simon Daye: Welcome back to Trauma

Jaymie Boone: What do you think of my nails?

"Bad Magick" by Godsmack is played over the PA system

Mimic comes steps out onto the ramp and then takes off in a full sprint towards the ring, he dives under the bottom rope head first. He runs to the furthest corner sprints up it and does a back flip off and holds out his arms soaking in the crowds boos.

Simon Daye: Mimic is in the ring. I think that Mimic and Jaymie will get along very well.

"Grind" by Alice in Chains

Jaymie Boone: Hey Simon I think Mimic opponent is coming to the ring.

Grind surrounds the arena as the crowd erupt into a chorus of boos. Carl strolls out and stands at the top of the ramp and holds his arms up soaking up all the boos. A smirk appears on his face before making his way down to the ring, once he gets to the ring he slides under the bottom rope and makes his way to the nearest turnbuckle and stands on it and a smirk that exudes arrogance appears on his faces as he enjoys the chorus of boos. He then jumps down and starts posing to the crowd as the booing gets louder, they he stops posing and gets ready for action as his music fades out.

imon Daye: Here is the newcomer to nCw Carl Paralyzer. Both of these guys got booed from the fans

Mimic turns to the crowd and begins to pose. Carl sees this and he stomps the mat. Mimic begins to stomping the mat. The Ref. calls for the bell. They go to lock up and Carl nails Mimic with a Knee to the stomach, Mimic doubles over and Carl nails not one but two Elbows to the back of Mimic neck. Mimic goes to the mat. The crowd is booing Carl. He waits for Mimic to get to his feet. Mimic gets to his feet and takes a wild swing at Carl. Carl delivers a European Uppercut that staggers Mimic. Carl grabs Mimic and DDT

Simon Daye: Mimic head hit hard on the mat

Jaymie Boone: See these guys behind us. They are cute

Carl goes for the pin. The Ref slides into place, 1….2…. Carl pulls Mimic shoulder off the mat. He helps Mimic up to his feet. Mimic delivers a right fist to the stomach of Carl. Carl kicks Mimic in the stomach and set him up for The Paralyzation. Carl hooks the leg, the ref begins the count. 1….2….3!!!!

*Carl Paralyzer raises up his hands, he is victorious in his debut match. Though, ''Grind'' by Alice in Chains isn't playing. Before Carl realizes this, ''Ladies and Gentleman'' fills the arena, along with boos and jeers. Davey Ortega soon emerges from the back, a smile on his face.*

Simon: What the...why is he here?

Jaymie: Wow, he is cuter then Kelly said.

Davey makes his way down the aisle, not taking his focus off the ring and who is in it. He slowly climbs the stairs and climbs in to the ring. He walks over to the other side of the ring, reaches his hand out signaling for the microphone from the ring announcer. He is handed one, and then turns back to see Carl*

Davey: I'm assuming you know me.

*Carl begins to nod*

Davey: What are you doing? That was rhetorical. I know you know me, everybody knows me. I'm The Present and Future, The Emperor of nCw, The Genius Macrobian...I'm Davey Ortega. Now I know you must be honored to be in my presence, hell I'm sure everyone here is. Now first off, let me answer the simple yet oh so pressing question...why is Davey Ortega here. I mean, this isn't Collision. This isn't the show I put on the map. Well, I am here out of the interest of nCw, of Collision. I am here looking at what everyone is calling ''The future of nCw.'' I just, I just had to see them...to see you. To see everybody in the back that soon will probably inherit this company which me and The Icon made. Do you know what deduction I made? Do you know what conclusion I came too the minute I set foot in this ring, the moment I was shown on this second rate show?

If you and the rest of those guys in the back are the ''future'' of this company, then someone has to do something. All of you are second rate, and not good enough to be on Collision. None of you exemplify what it means to be the future of anything. Though you, in particular, are the worst of the bunch.

You actually had the audacity to proclaim yourself as a world title contender. Carl, you are not even good enough to be on Collision, much less have a crack at Trent Helms. Though Carl, I am a kind Emperor.

Since this was your debut match, I'm basing everything I saw from you on this match. You did not impress me, and that is never a good thing. Carl this is where you belong, obviously. This is where you will stay until you can prove to me that you deserve to be on Collision. The point I am trying to make is, I don't give a damn what Kelly Fox says. If I see you on Sundays, on Collision you will not have a match. You will be laying in a pool of blood. You are not good enough, and until I say you are you will stay right here. On Trauma. Do we have an understanding?

*Davey lowers the mic, and waits a moment for Carl to say anything. Carl looks at him, grins and slaps Davey across the face. Davey is in a state of shock, he can not believe what just happened. He slowly turns his head back to look at Carl, then raises his hand to his cheek. Davey grins, and with out warning he attacks Carl, driving the microphone in his head. Carl staggers back, feeling his head. Davey drops the mic then hits him with his Hail to the GM kick. A look of unbridled pain sprawls across his face, and he drops to his knees and doubles over. Davey slowly walks to the corner, and crouches down, waiting.*

Simon: My god, he is setting him up.

Jaymie: Setting Sun!!

*Indeed, Carl slowly begins to get up but is almost broken in half by a devastating Setting Sun. Davey gets up and looks down at him, smiling. ''Ladies and Gentleman'' begin to play as Davey makes his exit*

Simon: I wonder what kind of implications this will have?

Jaymie: Who cares! Davey just destroyed that wanna be! HA!

{{COMMERCIAL BREAK}}

"Sound Of Madness" hits the P.A system as Diablo makes his way out onto the entrance ramp. He takes a look around at the crowd, soaking in the atmosphere before walking down the ramp, sliding in the ring and awaiting his opponent.

As "Fixation on the Darkness" by Killswitch Engage fills the arena, Hellbender bends his upper body down and then raises it up while pointing to the sky exactly like Kurt Angle. As his arms go above his head, a huge explosion of pyro goes off in front of him. He then walks down the ramp in Kane-like fashion. He then steps over the ropes in Kane like fashion. As he is in the ring, he bumps his chest twice and raises that arm. At that moment, huge towers of fire engulf the ring.

Simon Daye: “Our next match pits two men who might be able to trade blows, when it comes to raw power; Hellbender is the man, while Diablo brings a nice balance of flying ability and technical prowess.”

Jaymie Boone: “Hellbender is really scary… I hope this match is over soon…”

Simon Daye: “For the sake of our fans, I hope not.”

(The ref rings the bell, and both Diablo and HB lock up in the center of the ring, vying for an advantage. Diablo slides his leg behind HB, giving a slight push and getting HB on his back in the center of the ring. With a few quick, stiff shots to the head, Diablo hooks in a quick half nelson trying to end this quickly with a submission. HB uses his legs trying to stand, and, eventually he slips out of the half nelson, and reverse it into an arm drag. Getting up quickly he starts laying the boots into Diablo.)

Simon Daye: “Diablo started off quickly, but the power of Hellbender just might be too much for the guy to handle.”

Jaymie Boone: “How could he even stand touching Hellrender”

Simon Daye: “Bender… Hell…Bender…”

Jaymie Boone: “That too…”

(HB picks Diablo up and sends a stiff shot into the head of Diablo, after a few shots, the ref goes to get in between to break it up, but Diablo uses the slight distraction, bouncing off the ropes, jumping at HB. But HB is too strong, hitting a strong spine buster that shakes the ropes and nearly breaks Diablo in half. Standing up, HB taunts the crowd and his opponent, holding his arms up. After a few moments, he sends some vicious boot shots to the prone body of Diablo.)

Simon Daye: “I think he might have broken Diablo’s spine with that vicious spine buster.”

Jaymie Boone: “He’s such a freak!”

(Diablo is taking the beating, but eventually grabs the leg of HB, sweeping him off his feet, and then delivering a vicious leg lock, twisting the entire left leg of HB, trying to hit another submission. But it seems like Diablo knows he won’t be able to make the big man submit, so he breaks the hold, and puts space in between himself, and the angry beast. Using his speed to his advantage, Diablo starts hitting quick rights, lefts, then moving away before HB can counter. Diablo bounces off the ropes, and hits a low aimed drop kick to the knee of HB, taking the monster drop. Running, and then projecting himself off the ropes again, Diablo hits what seems to be a diving straight forward head butt laying the monster HB onto his back. Diablo is holding his head, getting to his feet slowly. )

Simon Daye: “This might be the opening Diablo needs to pull an upset here! Oh… but he realizes the big man won’t tap out just yet.”

Jaymie Boone: “Why doesn’t Diablo just quit, he’s not gonna be able to beat this freak.”

(Diablo goes back to his speed/highflying as he hits a standing moonsault onto HB. But with sheer power, HB catches Diablo and throws him back as though he was a cruiserweight. The two men return to their feet and start circling each other.)

Simon Daye: “What an amazing show of power by the big man Hellbender.”

Jaymie Boone: “He’s a freak, an animal that needs to be put down!”

(HB, starts to move in, going for the lock up. But Diablo catches him with a quick kick to the medsection, followed by a few rights, then a solid left, then another kick making HB bend forward. Bouncing off the ropes, Diablo goes for a huge neck breaker, but HB lifts up going for a clothesline. Diablo ducks it and wraps HB’s arm up, and locks in The Flames of Fury (Cripple Crossface). Diablo starts applying more and more pressure until HB is eventually forced to tap out.

Simon Daye: “Diablo has it locked in, this match is over!”

Jaymie Boone: “Yawn….”

{{COMMERCIAL BREAK}}

Simon Daye: “Here we go, the first ever main event of Trauma is a three way match between newcomers Nathan Webb, Bob Mitchell, and Joe Clash… should be an interesting match!”

Jaymie Boone: “’Bout time, I’m bored.”

Simon Daye: “Well, it’s been a pleasure working with you for the first time tonight Jaymie.”

Jaymie Boone: “I’d say the same, but, no, it hasn’t.”

Simon Daye: “Well aren’t you just a ray of sunshine…. And here comes Nathan Webb…”

"Riot" by Three Days Grace blares through the loudspeaker as Nathan shows his face wearing his trademark sunglasses and a trench coat over his ring attire, the opening elements of the song are followed by a blur of guitars and drums which cues his pyro. He walks to the ring carrying a Kendo Stick with a stoic look to his face and body glaring at the ring and possibly the opponent in it seeming as though nothing else is around the fans camera men etc. nothing. He stands at ringside for a second and the jumps to on the apron and simultaneously vaults the rope landing on his feet and gets ready for action by ritually taking off and folds his trench coat and sunglasses as he readies for action by either sitting in the corner (Raven Style) waiting on his opponent getting within arm’s reach of an opponent and staring a hole in him.

The lights in the arena begin to flicker as the opening riff to Alice in Chains “God Smack” begins to echo. When the lyrics begin, the lights stop flickering and Bobby Mitchell emerges from the back with his arms spread in a crucifix pose. He looks out to the crowd with a sick smile on his face and then begins to walk down to the ring, taking time to taunt several fans on the way down. He then rolls into the ring and holds his fists up in the air and yells more at the fans.

“White Riot”. Clash is lead out by Miss Holland to the ring, stands on far left turnbuckle, and raises arms in the air in a focused manor.

(The men situate themselves in a separate corner, the ref calls for the bell, and the match begins. Clash starts the offense hitting a quick, but powerful fist to Mitchell who hits the mat hard, holding his head. Webb takes Clash’s blind spot taking out his knee sending Clash to the mat as well. Mitchell rolls out of the ring quickly, letting Webb start laying the boots down to Clash, as Clash tries to cover up.)

(Clash eventually rolls himself out of the ring as the ref gets between the Webb and downed Clash. But as Clash rolls out, Mitchell goes to take advantage, but out of pure luck Clash falls over as Mitchell misses the clothesline and goes headfirst into the turnbuckle post. Clash picks himself, but just in time for Webb to suicide dive through the ropes, but a woozy Clash stumbles out of the way, as Webb connects shoulder first into the barrier.)

Simon Daye: “In some crazy turns of events, it seems that Clash’s early beat down, may have lead to some dumb luck in these last few moments, falling and avoiding Mitchell clothesline, which nearly split his skull wide open on the turnbuckle.”

Jaymie Boone: “Ewww gross!”

Simon Daye: “Yeah… you could say that, then barely getting out of the way to avoid the suicide dive, which might have separated Webb’s shoulder. Now look Clash is on the offense!”

(Clash picks up Mitchell, sliding him into the ring. Followed by giving a few quick stomps to the shoulder of Webb who is trying to cover up as best as possible, but it seems to be futile. Clash slides into the ring, shaking his head trying to focus. Mitchell is trying to climb up, and just as Clash makes it over, Mitchell connects with a right, then a left. Mitchell is back on his feet, ducking a big right swing by Clash, Mitchell out of pure desperation throws a super kick at Clash’s head, knocking him over and seemingly out cold onto the mat.)

(Meanwhile, on the outside, Webb pulls himself up, holding his shoulder a bit, but sucking it up, sliding into the ring. Mitchell goes to stomp onto Webb, but Webb avoids it with a quick roll, and a drop toe hold using just his legs. Sliding onto of Mitchell, Webb locks in a chicken wing, trying to force the tap out. But Clash is back up, and does a drop kick to both Webb and Mitchell’s heads.)

Simon Daye: “Another momentum shift for Clash, he seems to find himself in some fairly lucky spots in this match, maybe he can win this if he can capitalize on it.”

Jaymie Boone: “I want to capitalize on being the first one out the exit.”

(Clash is regaining some momentum, as he picks up Mitchell and starts hammering rights and lefts, but Mitchell counters with some rights and lefts of his own. Webb slowly gets up and goes to attack both Mitchell and Clash, but the two opponents turn and start delivering some of the punches to Webb, starting a three way fist fight in the middle of the ring. None of the three men are giving an inch as they all cock back and delivering a hard shot at the same time, laying each man out. }

Jaymie Boone: Wow.... those three just layed a haymaker into each other.... if they would have done that sooner, this match would have been a lot more interesting.....

Simon Daye: I think all three of these men are out cold....

Jaymie Boone: ... who cares?

{The referee begins counting to ten. He gets to five, and Webb begins to stand but falls down holding his jaw. The count reaches 8... 9.... 10.. and all three men have been taken out of the match by Knockout!}

Jaymie Boone: Jeez... talk about a glass jaw... my grandma could take a punch better.

Simon Daye: Well fans, these three men can't continue the match, so that's where we must take our leave. It's been great and thank you for tuning into the first ever nCw Trauma. Good night everybody

{With that Trauma goes off the air.}