Post by Alice White on Aug 7, 2013 1:12:01 GMT -5
Pre-Show Battle Royal
The battle royal was insane! Screwball dominated it for the majority though, and he showed what he was made of and why he deserves a spot on the NAW roster. The eliminations were pretty cool though, all in all. Ace Diaz took himself out with Kid Ant, and Zealot took out Ace Marshall in no time at all.
Randy Reaume took control of the battle royal for a couple minutes though, and for a while, it looked like he was gonna take the win. After a while though, Zealot took him out with a vicious clothesline over the top rope, and he turns around to be met with a shot from Screwball that sends him over, and Screwball picks up the victory!
Meltdown #12
The cameras pan around the arena as "Now We Run" plays, and the crowd is pumped. The arena is small, but packed, and we see a shot of the outside, where there are also a few big screens set up outside of the Pavilion. We cut around for a minute, then we cut to the commentary table.
Gould: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of NAW's Monday Night Meltdown! I'm Malcolm Gould alongside my partner Jim Torres, and boy, oh boy, do we have a show for you.
Torres: That's right! We have a few new guys who want to go at it, then after that it's on to our NAW Championship tournament to name the number one contender at Hall of Fame. Guys like Weck, Sparkman, and Stryker are in this tournament!
Gould; And let's not forget the guys like Nightkrow and Jankowski...
Torres: Uh...yeah...that too.
They are interrupted by the sound of "Satellites" by Rise Against, and the crowd gets into a loud mixture of cheers and boos, mostly boos though. James Faulds appears on the stage, and he looks at the ring, and nods his head. He starts on his way down the ramp, ignoring all the fans and their jeers like a pro. He stops about halfway down though, and looks around for a second.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Newcastle, England....James Faulds!
Faulds slides into the ring and holds his arms up as he heads to a corner and nods his head as he looks around at the fans, then he hops down and leans against the turnbuckle in his corner as his music fades out. "Antichrist Superstar" fades in, and the crowd looks to the stage in wonder of who can be coming out now.
Torres: Here comes our newest signing!
Seifer Black Armstrong appears on the stage and looks around at the fans, shaking his head, not at all liking what he sees. He stares a hole into Faulds, who gets into stance to be ready for anything, as Seifer gets into the ring. They stare each other down as Lansing calls for the bell. Seifer hits Faulds hard with a charging shoulder block, and immediately gets on one knee and starts pounding his face in. He picks Faulds up and puts him into the corner, stomping him in the chest there, using the ropes for leverage, then pulls him out of the corner and sets him up for a suplex. Interestingly though, Faulds is able to get better footing and turn it into his own suplex in a great counter. He goes for a cover, but gets nowhere before Seifer kicks out. He picks Seifer up and hits him with an uppercut, immediately folloiwng it up with a Dropkick. He drops to one knee over Seifer's face. "Wanna see sick, you bastard?!" And with that he digs a knee into the throat of Seifer.
Gould: Great back and forth here, and both of these men are in what seems to be some sort of weird competition as to who can be more "sick" or something. So creepy.
Torres: Weird as it might be, it's making for some awesome TV, Gould.
He gets a one and a half count out of a cover attempt, and looks around, trying to figure out what else to do to try to pick up the victory. He goes to pick Seifer up, but is met with a boot to the jaw, which sends him into the corner. Seifer charges at him and hits him with a vicious spear, which causes a big crowd pop, and Faulds falls to the mat, clutching his ribs. Seifer grabs him on either side of his head and pulls him to his feet, but still bent forward, holding a hand on the back of his head as he lifts a knee repeatedly into the face of Faulds, the crowd with a huge pop after each knee to the face. He then tosses Faulds carelessly to the ground, and Faulds rolls out of the ring, holding his nose. He pulls himself up with the help of the apron, and is met with a baseball slide from Seifer, which sends him flying up almost meeting the bottom of the ramp which is several feet away.
Torres: The power behind that baseball slide was absolutely horrendous! This is vicious, and I love it!
Gould: I'm kinda worried that one of these guys might legitimately get hurt here, this is bad.
Faulds gets to his feet slowly, staring at Seifer, his nose bleeding. He wipes his nose on his arm, blood smearing on his forearm, and he looks at it, then he looks at Seifer, a new look in his eyes. A look of rage now. Faulds charges the ring and slides in, being met with some stomps from Seifer, but he gets to his feet quickly anyway, and starts to meet Seifer with a few right hands, the two men alternating. Seifer forces Faulds back to the ropes, then whips him to the opposite ropes, taking a few steps closer but is met with a running and swinging neckbreaker! Faulds gets to his feet quickly and runs to the corner, climbing up to the second turnbuckle and hitting an elbow drop from a shorter distance, but still nicely done! He covers again.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
Kickout!
Faulds gets up for a second before he starts to hit Seifer with a few right hands, and goes for another cover, getting the same result. Faulds gets up and is kicked immediately by the sole of Seifer, sending him a few steps back. Seifer hurries to his feet, ducking a lariat and is able to set him up for his finisher. He takes a few steps to the center of the ring before planting Faulds to the mat with his finisher, which he has dubbed "Fade to Black" as the crowd goes nuts for the drop. He covers and hooks a leg.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THREE!
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... Seifer Black Armstrong!
Seifer gets to his feet as Chelsea, his wife, slides into the ring and they share a kiss over the body of Faulds as we cut to commercial.
--------------------
Commercial
--------------------
We come back from commercial to the sound of "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" playing. Jenny Smith skips down the ramp, totally ignoring the whistles and catcalls from fans. She gets to the bottom of the ramp when JJ Allen jumps out from over the guardrail and attacks her, then rolls her into the ring, and slides in herself, getting Lansing to ring the bell, which he really shouldn't have done, since he needed to check on Jenny first to see if she's good to compete. JJ picks Jenny up, and Jenny kicks her quickly, planting her to the mat with a DDT, and covering.
ONE
.
.
Kickout!
Gould: The adrenaline already pumping here, this is ridiculous!
Torres: Not to mention that both of these girls are smoking hot. This is exciting.
Jenny stomps on JJ a few times before JJ rolls out of the ring to avoid danger. She stays at the apron though, pulling herself to her feet. Jenny charges at her and JJ leans forward, spilling Jenny over her. Jenny falls to the floor, but grabs JJ's ankle and JJ falls off the apron, hitting her face on the apron. JJ, holds her jaw as Jenny gets to her feet and throws JJ into the guardrail, then the ring stairs, picking her up and slamming her head a couple times into the ringpost.
Gould: Wow, this is getting very bad. Both of these women have a rough history, which is funny because they've only worked together for like three weeks, but wow...
Jenny picks JJ up and rolls her into the ring, slides in, and covers.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
Kickout!
Jenny looks stunned at the kickout, and JJ knees her in the head before she can get herself straight. JJ then hops to her feet and gets out of the ring and grabs a chair from the timekeeper's table, folding it and sliding into the ring with it. Lansing tries to get her to let go of it, and she hits him with it to knock him back, then she swings it, hitting him in the head with it and knocking him unconscious. She turns her sights to Jenny, who comes off the ropes with a dropkick that sends the chair into the face of JJ, and she locks in the Black Widow submission! JJ taps out right away, but nobody is there to accept it and call the match! Jenny keeps it locked in though, and there is nothing that anyone can do about it. It is held for at least a minute before Eddie Higgins runs down to the ring and rings the bell.
Rebecca: Your winner as the result of a submission, Jenny Smith!
Jenny keeps the hold locked in for several seconds afterward though, not letting go until Higgins threatens to reverse the decision, and she finally tosses JJ's limp body to the ground, and JJ is seen with what appear to be tears in her eyes. Jenny kicks her in the ribs before heading up the ramp as we cut.
--------------------
The camera shows Judas Fraggle standing outside the arena.
Judas Fraggle: Alex Morgan I hope that you’re watching me right now walking towards the back door of the arena. I bet you’re wondering why am I outside the arena while the show is going on. The answer to that is very simple I wanted to watch the fans enter the arena, I wanted to see the excitement on their faces as they entered the arena hoping to see a good night of wrestling. The reason why I wanted to see that is because I knew something that they didn’t. I knew that tonight was the night when you got forced to respond to a very dangerous challenge. I want you to respond to a challenge to a match between David Fraggle and I against a team chosen by you. It’ll be an official match for your Hall Of Fame show. How am I forcing you to respond to this challenge? By telling you that my army and I have snuck a bomb into the arena and it’ll go off at the end of the show tonight if you don’t answer.
Scene fades.
--------------------
We cut back to the arena, and the crowd is silent. We see the commentary booth, and both commentators look utterly shocked at the revalation from seconds ago. Gould grabs a microphone, and heads for the ring.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, we would like you to remain seated please. I can guarantee that this is a joke that has gone too far, and in light of the recent bombing in June of the UWL Fully Loaded event, Alex Morgan is going through the utmost precautions to guarantee the safety of the fans. The proper authorities have been notified, and we have been greenlighted to continue with the show, so please, do enjoy it, and this will be taken care of without any of you knowing it.
Gould drops the microphone and puts his headset back on.
Torre: Way to comfort the people. Hell of a speaker, Gould.
Gould: yeah, I don't know what the Fraggles are thinking, but this is far from comedic. I would love nothing more than to see both of them taken into police custody tonight after this little stunt.
The crowd cheers from their stunned silence as Gold Cobra by Limp Bizkit hits the PA system. Sebastian Jankowski appears on the stage, a smile on his face as he does a little hip hop dance onstage for the fans before he heads down the ramp, happily greeting the fans who are lucky enough to be seated near the railing. He stops at the bottom and turns around to see Adam Stryker running for him, and both men exchange right hands at the foot of the ramp. Jankowski tosses Stryker into the ring apron, and he hits the ground. Jankowski rolls into the ring and Stryker gets in a second later and the bell rings.
The men exchange more right hands before Jankowski takes total control, sending Stryker to the corner. He whips Stryker to the other corner, then runs across the ring and hits a huge Dropkick that crumples Stryker onto the mat. Jankowski gets up quickly and rolls stryker onto his back before proceeding to stomp on him. Stryker gets the ropes, and Jankowski stops, as per the rules, and he backs up. Stryker gets to his feet, and Jankowski hits a huge lariat that sends Stryker out onto the floor. Stryker gets up in a fit of rage and smacks the nearby commentary table before sliding into the ring. He gets up and is quick enough to hit Jankowski with a right hand, then whips him into the ropes, sending him to the mat with a back body drop, then an elbow drop and he covers.
ONE
.
Kickout!
Jankowski punches Stryker, which sends him back onto his butt, and Jankowski rolls over once to get to the ropes, getting up quickly and running to boot a sitting Stryker in the head, to much love from the crowd. Jankowski picks him up and hits him with an uppercut, which sends him right back down. He picks him up one more time, connecting with a knee to the gut, then follows it up with the Destroyer, and he covers!
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THREE!
Gould: Wow! Jankowski really made quick work of Stryker there, didn't he?
Torres: Everyone has an off night, calm down Gould.
Jankowski rolls out of the ring, jumping up and down in sheer excitement before heading up the ramp as we cut to commercial.
--------------------
NAW Has Become an Official CWC Partner! We are now partnered up with elite feds such as APW, BWF, and the legendary Viking Wrestling Federation! Visit the CWC website at www.wearecwc.com for more details on this new partnership!
--------------------
When we come back from commercial, Alex Morgan is seen in the middle of the ring. The crowd quiets down as he cues them to, and he gets ready for a speech, which Torres speaks lowly of.
Morgan: Well, well, well. When I thought that you couldn't get more stupid, David and Judas Fraggle prove to me that anything is possible. And this time they've threatened us with a bomb. Perfect. Well, the authorities are still searching, and have yet to find anything. The Pavilion isn't big, so I'm sure they haven't missed anything, so I am almost positive it was an idle threat. But whether it was or wasn't, Judas, David, I've got some plans for you. I've given you some much deserved time off, and I know that you've been well on your way to surpassing the Vice Squad for longest tag team championship reign. Kudos on that one. But at the next show, Meltdown 13, you will go one on one with a man from a team that I am handpicking for you to face at Hall of Fame, with myself and Mitch Thompson in their corner. Next week, Judas Fraggle will face off against my own monster, Erik Loomis! And you had better hope that you win. Because Judas, what goes around, comes around, and you've got some harsh karma coming your way.
Morgan drops the microphone and heads up the ramp as his music fades into "A Warrior's Call" by Volbeat. The crowd is in the midst of a mixed reaction, booing when Trent appears on the stage, and it turns into some cheers when Katherine, his wife appears. She gets a few whistles and snarky calls as well, shaking her head with a smile, while Trent grabs her hand and smiles. They head down the ramp together, stopping along the way to look around at the crowd.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is part of the NAW Championship Tournament! Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland, being accompanied by Katherine Brock-Brown..... Trent Brown!
Trent gets into the ring as Katherine takes a seat near the commentary table, but doesn't put on a headset. She waves to a few fans, and even reaches over to high five a small child, who it appears that his whole year has been made because she did that. Trent blows her a kiss and turns back to the stage as "Fight Fire with Fire" by Metallica plays. The crowd erupts in cheers as the lights go out and the purple and green lights swirl around the arena. A crow is seen on the tron, flying between clips of Nightkrow in matches. The crowd cheers when Nightkrow appears on the stage, a smile on his face as he adjusts the Chaos championship over his shoulder. He nods at the cheering fans as he starts on his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia.... He is the NAW Chaos Champion.... Nightkrow!
He stops about halfway down the stage, and lets out a loud "CAAAW!" to which the crowd responds with one of their own, but it obviously doesn't sound the same. He smiles and nods his head anyway, always loving the love. He gets into the ring and hands off the Chaos title, looking over at his competition, and they give each other a nod. The bell rings, and they lock up, with Trent having the slight strength advantage, forcing Nightkrow back into the corner. He hits Nightkrow with some right hands, showing off the brawler in him, and he pulls Nightkrow to the center of the ring before connecting with a vertical Suplex and quickly goes for a cover.
ONE
.
.
.
Nightkrow with a kickout! He headbutts Trent to get him off of him, and gets to his feet. Nightkrow runs to the ropes, bounces off, and comes back to be met with a diving clothesline. Nightkrow rolls over to get up and is pulled by his hair to his feet, where he is met with a couple more right hands to the side of his head, before Trent connects with another Suplex and goes for another cover.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
Another kickout from Nightkrow!
Torres: Trent is in this match to win it, eh?
Gould: Well, this is a title opportunity if he can make it, so he's gonna wanna win it. I'm sure Nightkrow does too.
Trent pulls Nightkrow to his feet, and Nightkrow throws a punch to get back into this. Trent responds with one of his own, and the two start to alternate with shots, Trent's being just a little bit harder than Nightkrow's. He whips Nightkrow into the ropes, and Nightkrow comes back with a Diving Crossbody, covering and hooking a leg.
ONE
.
.
.
Trent kicks out! Trent pulls Nightkrow in, awkwardly attempting some sort of submission hold, and Nightkrow is able to elbow him in the face to get out of it. Nightkrow gets to his feet and backs into a corner, and as Trent gets to his feet, he is hit with a spear from nightkrow, who gets to his feet and marches around the ring for a second before letting out a loud "CAAW!" as he does when he's on a roll. He stomps on Trent a couple times before Trent grabs his foot and shoves it away, causing Nightkrow to stumble backward a step. Trent gets to his feet and is met in the ribs with a knee, then another. Nightkrow pulls Trent to the center of the ring, then plants him with a DDT and covers.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
Kickout by Trent!
Gould: Wow, great attempt there, but Trent gets out of it in the nick of time!
Torres: Trent said he's hungry and he wasn't lying, he really wants this title shot.
Trent gets up and hits Nightkrow with a few more right hands before whipping him to the ropes and meeting Nightkrow's face with his boot! He pounds his chest a few times as he waits near a corner for Nightkrow to get up, and when he does, he uses Brute Force to flatten him! Trent covers him again.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
Nightkrow kicks out! Trent pounds him a couple times, then covers again, hooking a leg this time, but Nightkrow gets a shoulder up. Trent gets to his feet, shaking his a head, a look of anger and frustration on his face. He pulls Nightkrow to his feet and appears to be looking for Raw Power, but the distraction of seeing Adam Stryker on the stage with the signature baseball bat of Nightkrow causes him to drop Nightkrow, who rolls him up.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THRE--NO!
Trent manages to kick out of the roll up, and gets to his feet quickly, sliding out of the ring and charging up the ramp, grabbing the baseball bat when Stryker swings it. Stryker tries to pull it out of his hand, but Trent won't let go, and Jenny Smith comes from out of nowhere, sliding under Trent's legs and hitting him with a low blow quickly, as he drops to his knees and the bell rings.
Rebecca: Your winner by disqualification.... Trent Brown!
Katherine and Nightkrow are on the stage fighting with Stryker and Jenny now, until Katherine grabs the bat that Stryker had and hits Jenny in the gut with it, then the spine before checking on Trent. Nightkrow and Stryker have fought their way back behind the curtain now though, and we cut to commercial.
--------------------
Commercial
--------------------
When we come back, Steele Matthews is already on his way to the ring, the commercial coming a little long. He gets into the ring and Hughes and Tori go to the far side of the ring by the commentary table, Hughes taking the timekeeper's chair and setting it up for Tori, who smiles and sits as the arena lights turn green and a cocky sounding laugh is heard coming through the PA system. The lights then begin to flash and smoke billows out and covers the entryway as “Metal Health” by Emphatic starts to play. After a few moments Tyson Phoenix comes walking out through the cloud of smoke with his arm in the air flashing his trademark rock and roll devil horns with his fingers. He stands at the top of the ramp and holds his pose for a few seconds, then he lowers his arm and begins to make his way to the ring, taunting the fans as they boo his every step. He climbs up onto the ring apron and up to the second corner turnbuckle to pose again with his devil horns held high as camera flashes light up the arena, then he hops back down to the mat and the lights go back to normal as his music comes to a stop.
The bell rings, and the two men get into each other's faces, both men's partners staring each other down, not paying attention to the match. The men in the ring start to mouth off to one another, and the fans appear to be getting impatient, chanting "Start the match," and other fans nod in agreement. The guys start to throw some right hands, both of them hitting at the same time, and Tyson grabs Steele's arm, pulling him to the mat with an arm drag, and they get right back up, with Tyson charging and hitting a clothesline on Steele, following up with three elbow drops in a row, and Tyson covers.
ONE
.
.
Kickout by Matthews! Matthews hits Tyson with a few right hands, and Tyson gets back to avoid getting hit any more. Steele gets to his feet and charges at Tyson, who ducks a Clothesline. Steele is thinking quick, and hops, springboarding off the ropes and turning himself, hitting Tyson with a shin to the face, which totally seems to wipe the rockstar out for a second, and he rolls to the end of the ring, pulling himself to his feet with the help of the bottom rope. Steele comes over to him and knees him in the ribs a couple of times before hitting a spinning neckbreaker. He goes for a cover, but Tyson has a foot under the rope from the beginning, so Lansing doesn't count. Steele gets to his feet with a sigh, and kicks Tyson in the ribs, as Tyson rolls out of the ring to get out of harm's way, and he yells at Gunner to back him up as he drops to one knee. Gunner watches in disbelief that Tyson is trying to pussy out, and he shakes his head, still in disbelief.
Gould: Is he really trying to get out of finishing this match? So much for being a man.
Torres: I really think he's just exaggerating. He did just take a few hard shots that most normal people couldn't handle.
Gould: I don't think he could either, from the looks of it.
Torres: Shut up, Gould.
Steele steps back to the center of the ring, and when his patience runs out, he charges, diving over the top rope and taking out both Tyson and Gunner with a crossbody! He gets up quickly and rolls Tyson back into the ring, sliding in himself. Tyson starts to get to his feet, but as soon as he gets to his knees, he is kneed in the face by Steele, and it looks like Tyson might be out. Steele smiles as he looks at Tori and Hughes and smiles, covering Tyson.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
Tyson with the kickout! Steele looks to be in complete disbelief, and Curtis Hughes hops up on the apron, with Gunner sliding into the ring, charging, and sending both men to the floor outside with a spear, where Gunner starts laying in to Curtis with right hands. Steele looks out at the carnage on the outside as these two men start to demolish each other, and Tyson rolls him up from behind!
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THREE!
Rebecca: And your winner.... Tyson Phoenix!
The fight continues on the outside, as we cut to commercial.
--------------------
Commercial
--------------------
After a ‘Ford’ car advertisement finished, a purely black image took over for several silent seconds until the silence was broken by an instrumental version of Death Grips’ “Bitch Please”, and the black image then flashed white light fast enough to induce a seizure. In the lower-right corner of the view grew a silhouette of a dancing woman, and when the silhouette filled most of the background, the camera sharply turned 180 degrees to the right: revealing the backside of the woman’s blond pixie hairdo, which is the sole colorized feature in this monochrome shot, with the flashing now at end. As the view zoomed out, the topless woman shook her hips in the manner of Shakira, but when she spun around to reveal her front, a bare, boney arm outstretched in front of the camera to perfectly block the view of the woman’s tits. Aside from her hair, only the woman’s juicy lips are colorized a deep red, as she kissed at the camera before the arm was replaced by its owner: a lazy-eyed man, who stepped into view to completely hide the woman. Next, the lazy-eyed man’s shit-eating grin became the main focus of the shot until “KHAAAAAAAAAAAAN” was suddenly yelled, with his crooked British teeth and arched tongue then being the final shot of this teaser.
--------------------
When we come back to the show, we see the arena ready to go for the next match. The lights go black, then a very dim red as "A Lesson in Violence" by Exodus hits. The metalheads in the crowd, as is the norm, are now the most active people in the entire building, headbanging wildly. Joe Martinez appears on the stage, and smiles as he adjusts his title belt on his shoulder, starting on his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is a part of the NAW Championship Tournament! Introducing first, from Aztec, New Mexico.... The Madman.... Joe Martinez!
Martinez gets into the ring and hands his belt off as he looks to the stage, holding his arms out, totally ready to go. "Khresis Pass" by Ministry hits, and the crowd starts to boo a little bit, but not too loudly. Thad Jefferson appears on the stage, in his usual garb, the hood of his sweatshirt hiding his face. He heads down the ramp nonchalantly, totally oblivious to the fact that there is a crowd, let alone that they're booing him. He gets into the ring and takes his hood down, staring Martinez down as he takes his sweatshirt off and goes to his corner. He uses the rope to stretch a bit as the bell rings.
Martinez moves in slowly, and Thad hops in rather quickly, clearly showing the route that he wants to take in this match. He throws a couple shadow jabs to psyche Martinez out, and then throws a real one when the Madman isn't expecting a shot. He hits with a few jabs, then a left hook that takes Martinez by surprise. But the Madman gets right back into things with a headbutt that sends Thad back a couple steps, and he reciprocates with one of his own. He forces Martinez back into the corner, a great feat for someone as small as he is in comparison to the very stocky Martinez, and he throws some elbows to the Madman's face. He is shoved backward by Martinez, who charges at him and hits him hard with a takedown, starting to choke him until Higgins tells him to back off a bit. Martinez gets to his feet and drills an elbow into Thad's chest, then another. He goes for a cover.
ONE
.
.
.
Kickout!
Gould: I know I mention it all the time, but it looks like tensions have been real high lately, with all these harsh back and forths.
Thad headbutts Martinez this time, and Martinez holds his nose for a second as he gets to his feet, and Thad goes for a takedown, but Martinez holds his ground and slams an elbow into the spine of Thad several times before wrapping an arm around Thad's head and planting him into the mat with a DDT. He gets to his feet with a look of rage on his face as he pulls Thad to his feet and whips him into the corner. He runs and hits Thad with a corner splash, steadies him to lean in the turnbuckle then, takes a few steps back, charges, and hits another, does the same steadying thing, and hits a third corner splash into Thad, and the crowd goes nuts for the trio of shots. Thad collapses into a heap in the corner, and Martinez marches around the ring, looking irritated that Thad thought he stood a chance in this match. He grabs Thad by the hair, and Thad throws an elbow to get out of his grasp. Thad then runs back into the ropes, bounding off and hitting Martinez with a double armed strike. He crawls quickly to cover Martinez.
ONE
.
.
.
TW-Kickout!
Martinez rolls out of Thad's way and gets up. He charges and boots Thad in the gut, knocking him onto his knees, then he backs up, runs and knees Thad in the face. He rolls Thad over, looking to lock in the Grinning Crippler, but Thad won't let him lock it in. Thad flails about, but this only wears him out, and Martinez is able to lock it in. Thad looks around, seeing how close he is to a set of ropes, and he grabs the bottom one, forcing a break. Martinez abides, and stomps on Thad as soon as he is able to move. He whips Thad into the ropes and sends him to the mat with a hard Clothesline, then backs into a corner, and when Thad gets to his feet, he hits him with a huge takedown, followed by a grabbing of the throat and he pulls and slams Thad's head into the mat. He scoots to cover and hooks a leg.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
Thad gets the shoulder up just in time! Martinez looks absolutely shocked by this, and he gets to his feet, running his hands through his hair. He sees a chair that was never picked up from before, and he contemplates using it. He decides against it, turning around to be hit hard with a dropkick by Thad. He rolls out of the way of a Thad elbow drop, and rolls out of the ring. He grabs the chair, and slides in, and Higgins grabs the chair quickly, getting ready to throw it out of the ring, but Thad tries to take it. Martinez grabs Thad by the hair, slamming him to the mat, and grabs the chair himself, looking at it, then at Thad, then at Higgins, who is ready to disqualify him at any moment if he doesn't lose the chair. Thad gets to his feet and tries to grab the chair, and the two spend a few seconds fighting over it. Martinez pulls it out of Thad's grasp, and hits Thad over the head with it in the heat of the moment! The bell rings, and Martinez starts to mouth to himself in his disappointment at screwing himself. He drops the chair and goes over to Higgins, who won't give him a second chance, and gets out of the ring. He grabs his belt and starts to head out of the ring, but Thad is to his feet rather quickly for taking a chair shot, and wants him to bring some more, and Martinez does so. The two brawl in the center of the ring and the crowd cheers them on as security breaks it up, and Alex Morgan comes out onto the stage.
Morgan: Martinez, don't be mad at anyone but yourself. These antics are getting you nowhere, and you fail to realize that. But I feel like this was very unfair to Thad, and I think that if he loses at the next Meltdown, God forbid, then he will be granted a TV Title match at Hall of Fame against you, one on one. You can come up with the stipulation yourself, but from the looks of the match tonight, you should think carefully, because Thad could come and bite you. What goes around comes around, right?
Morgan smiles as we cut to commercial.
--------------------
Commercial
--------------------
Sparkman vs Weck
The crowd starts to boo as "Everybody's Dixie" plays over the system. Patrick Sparkman appears after a couple seconds, looking around at the fans in complete disdain. He shakes his head as he stops at the end of the ramp, looking around at the crowd, then finally waving them off as not important.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is part of the NAW Championship Contenders Tournament! Introducing first, from Knoxville, Tennessee... Patrick sparkman!
Sparkman walks down the ramp slowly, holding his Confederate Flag over his shoulder. He continues to shake his head at the fans, setting the flag up in the corner and climbing up onto the apron, and getting into the ring. He starts to get himself ready as his music cuts out to make way for "Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed. We get a mixture of cheers and boos, and after just a couple seconds, James Weck appears on the stage and wastes no time to get down to the ring, keeping his eyes dead onto Sparkman the entire time.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Paramus, New Jersey.... James Weck!
Weck slides into the ring, and attacks right away. Higgins calls for the bell, and Weck starts swinging at Sparkman relentlessly. He whips Sparkman into the corner and charges, hitting him hard with a shoulder to the chest. He then backs up and whips Sparkman into the opposite corner and does the same thing again. This time, when Sparkman stumbles out of the corner, Weck hits him with a vicious Clothesline, and covers immediately, but doesn't even get to a one count before Sparkman gets out of it. The guys get to their feet and Weck charges at Sparkman, Sparkman sending him to the mat with an Arm Drag, and when Weck charges again, he does another, this time Weck hits the turnbuckles, and stays on the mat in pain. Sparkman takes complete advantage of this, running at him and falls to the mat with a low dropkick that sends Weck into the post below the bottom turnbuckle, and he grabs the rope, triggering Eddie Higgins to tell Sparkman to lay off of him.
Gould: Very violent opening here.
Torres: And Sparkman is being a brilliant opportunist here, giving Weck all he possibly could to take this win.
Weck gets to his feet and Sparkman charges at him, but Weck leans forward and grabs Sparkman, lifts him over his shoulder, and in Flapjack fashion, hits a Snake Eyes on Sparkman onto the top turnbuckle! Sparkman leans on the top turnbuckle so he doesn't fall to the mat, and Weck gets up. When Sparkman turns around, he is met with another vicious Powerslam! He gets up and brushes his hair back, the rage on his face is clearly visible. He picks Sparkman up and hits him with a few right hands before whipping him to the ropes. He leans forward, getting ready for a back body drop, but Sparkman stops himself and kicks Weck in the face, sending him to the mat. Weck gets up, holding his face, and Sparkman whips him this time, dropping to the mat as Weck runs over him, and hitting Weck with a Dropkick as he comes back across the ring again. He quickly covers.
ONE
.
Kickout!
Sparkman picks Weck up and hits him a couple times with a right hand before planting him into the center of the ring with a DDT. He covers again, but doesn't get anywhere, and he lays a flurry of punches to the face of Weck. He picks Weck up one more time, but this time he's looking to end things as he bends Weck over in hopes of a Piledriver, but Weck lifts him over his head and lands a nice back body drop that turns the tide a little bit back into Weck's favor! Weck starts to beat down Sparkman, whipping him into the corner. Sparkman does climb up to the second turnbuckle though, and Weck runs over, hitting a Clothesline that doesn't take Sparkman down, but it does stop him for the moment, and Weck sets him up on his shoulders, carries him to the center of the ring, and plants him with the Wecking Ball, essentially knocking Sparkman out, as Weck covers, getting the win.
Rebecca: And your winner.... JAMES WECK!
Weck smiles as he heads up the ramp and the medical crew checks on Sparkman as we cut to black.
The battle royal was insane! Screwball dominated it for the majority though, and he showed what he was made of and why he deserves a spot on the NAW roster. The eliminations were pretty cool though, all in all. Ace Diaz took himself out with Kid Ant, and Zealot took out Ace Marshall in no time at all.
Randy Reaume took control of the battle royal for a couple minutes though, and for a while, it looked like he was gonna take the win. After a while though, Zealot took him out with a vicious clothesline over the top rope, and he turns around to be met with a shot from Screwball that sends him over, and Screwball picks up the victory!
Meltdown #12
The cameras pan around the arena as "Now We Run" plays, and the crowd is pumped. The arena is small, but packed, and we see a shot of the outside, where there are also a few big screens set up outside of the Pavilion. We cut around for a minute, then we cut to the commentary table.
Gould: Welcome, ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of NAW's Monday Night Meltdown! I'm Malcolm Gould alongside my partner Jim Torres, and boy, oh boy, do we have a show for you.
Torres: That's right! We have a few new guys who want to go at it, then after that it's on to our NAW Championship tournament to name the number one contender at Hall of Fame. Guys like Weck, Sparkman, and Stryker are in this tournament!
Gould; And let's not forget the guys like Nightkrow and Jankowski...
Torres: Uh...yeah...that too.
They are interrupted by the sound of "Satellites" by Rise Against, and the crowd gets into a loud mixture of cheers and boos, mostly boos though. James Faulds appears on the stage, and he looks at the ring, and nods his head. He starts on his way down the ramp, ignoring all the fans and their jeers like a pro. He stops about halfway down though, and looks around for a second.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Newcastle, England....James Faulds!
Faulds slides into the ring and holds his arms up as he heads to a corner and nods his head as he looks around at the fans, then he hops down and leans against the turnbuckle in his corner as his music fades out. "Antichrist Superstar" fades in, and the crowd looks to the stage in wonder of who can be coming out now.
Torres: Here comes our newest signing!
Seifer Black Armstrong appears on the stage and looks around at the fans, shaking his head, not at all liking what he sees. He stares a hole into Faulds, who gets into stance to be ready for anything, as Seifer gets into the ring. They stare each other down as Lansing calls for the bell. Seifer hits Faulds hard with a charging shoulder block, and immediately gets on one knee and starts pounding his face in. He picks Faulds up and puts him into the corner, stomping him in the chest there, using the ropes for leverage, then pulls him out of the corner and sets him up for a suplex. Interestingly though, Faulds is able to get better footing and turn it into his own suplex in a great counter. He goes for a cover, but gets nowhere before Seifer kicks out. He picks Seifer up and hits him with an uppercut, immediately folloiwng it up with a Dropkick. He drops to one knee over Seifer's face. "Wanna see sick, you bastard?!" And with that he digs a knee into the throat of Seifer.
Gould: Great back and forth here, and both of these men are in what seems to be some sort of weird competition as to who can be more "sick" or something. So creepy.
Torres: Weird as it might be, it's making for some awesome TV, Gould.
He gets a one and a half count out of a cover attempt, and looks around, trying to figure out what else to do to try to pick up the victory. He goes to pick Seifer up, but is met with a boot to the jaw, which sends him into the corner. Seifer charges at him and hits him with a vicious spear, which causes a big crowd pop, and Faulds falls to the mat, clutching his ribs. Seifer grabs him on either side of his head and pulls him to his feet, but still bent forward, holding a hand on the back of his head as he lifts a knee repeatedly into the face of Faulds, the crowd with a huge pop after each knee to the face. He then tosses Faulds carelessly to the ground, and Faulds rolls out of the ring, holding his nose. He pulls himself up with the help of the apron, and is met with a baseball slide from Seifer, which sends him flying up almost meeting the bottom of the ramp which is several feet away.
Torres: The power behind that baseball slide was absolutely horrendous! This is vicious, and I love it!
Gould: I'm kinda worried that one of these guys might legitimately get hurt here, this is bad.
Faulds gets to his feet slowly, staring at Seifer, his nose bleeding. He wipes his nose on his arm, blood smearing on his forearm, and he looks at it, then he looks at Seifer, a new look in his eyes. A look of rage now. Faulds charges the ring and slides in, being met with some stomps from Seifer, but he gets to his feet quickly anyway, and starts to meet Seifer with a few right hands, the two men alternating. Seifer forces Faulds back to the ropes, then whips him to the opposite ropes, taking a few steps closer but is met with a running and swinging neckbreaker! Faulds gets to his feet quickly and runs to the corner, climbing up to the second turnbuckle and hitting an elbow drop from a shorter distance, but still nicely done! He covers again.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
Kickout!
Faulds gets up for a second before he starts to hit Seifer with a few right hands, and goes for another cover, getting the same result. Faulds gets up and is kicked immediately by the sole of Seifer, sending him a few steps back. Seifer hurries to his feet, ducking a lariat and is able to set him up for his finisher. He takes a few steps to the center of the ring before planting Faulds to the mat with his finisher, which he has dubbed "Fade to Black" as the crowd goes nuts for the drop. He covers and hooks a leg.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THREE!
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... Seifer Black Armstrong!
Seifer gets to his feet as Chelsea, his wife, slides into the ring and they share a kiss over the body of Faulds as we cut to commercial.
--------------------
Commercial
--------------------
We come back from commercial to the sound of "Hit Me With Your Best Shot" playing. Jenny Smith skips down the ramp, totally ignoring the whistles and catcalls from fans. She gets to the bottom of the ramp when JJ Allen jumps out from over the guardrail and attacks her, then rolls her into the ring, and slides in herself, getting Lansing to ring the bell, which he really shouldn't have done, since he needed to check on Jenny first to see if she's good to compete. JJ picks Jenny up, and Jenny kicks her quickly, planting her to the mat with a DDT, and covering.
ONE
.
.
Kickout!
Gould: The adrenaline already pumping here, this is ridiculous!
Torres: Not to mention that both of these girls are smoking hot. This is exciting.
Jenny stomps on JJ a few times before JJ rolls out of the ring to avoid danger. She stays at the apron though, pulling herself to her feet. Jenny charges at her and JJ leans forward, spilling Jenny over her. Jenny falls to the floor, but grabs JJ's ankle and JJ falls off the apron, hitting her face on the apron. JJ, holds her jaw as Jenny gets to her feet and throws JJ into the guardrail, then the ring stairs, picking her up and slamming her head a couple times into the ringpost.
Gould: Wow, this is getting very bad. Both of these women have a rough history, which is funny because they've only worked together for like three weeks, but wow...
Jenny picks JJ up and rolls her into the ring, slides in, and covers.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
Kickout!
Jenny looks stunned at the kickout, and JJ knees her in the head before she can get herself straight. JJ then hops to her feet and gets out of the ring and grabs a chair from the timekeeper's table, folding it and sliding into the ring with it. Lansing tries to get her to let go of it, and she hits him with it to knock him back, then she swings it, hitting him in the head with it and knocking him unconscious. She turns her sights to Jenny, who comes off the ropes with a dropkick that sends the chair into the face of JJ, and she locks in the Black Widow submission! JJ taps out right away, but nobody is there to accept it and call the match! Jenny keeps it locked in though, and there is nothing that anyone can do about it. It is held for at least a minute before Eddie Higgins runs down to the ring and rings the bell.
Rebecca: Your winner as the result of a submission, Jenny Smith!
Jenny keeps the hold locked in for several seconds afterward though, not letting go until Higgins threatens to reverse the decision, and she finally tosses JJ's limp body to the ground, and JJ is seen with what appear to be tears in her eyes. Jenny kicks her in the ribs before heading up the ramp as we cut.
--------------------
The camera shows Judas Fraggle standing outside the arena.
Judas Fraggle: Alex Morgan I hope that you’re watching me right now walking towards the back door of the arena. I bet you’re wondering why am I outside the arena while the show is going on. The answer to that is very simple I wanted to watch the fans enter the arena, I wanted to see the excitement on their faces as they entered the arena hoping to see a good night of wrestling. The reason why I wanted to see that is because I knew something that they didn’t. I knew that tonight was the night when you got forced to respond to a very dangerous challenge. I want you to respond to a challenge to a match between David Fraggle and I against a team chosen by you. It’ll be an official match for your Hall Of Fame show. How am I forcing you to respond to this challenge? By telling you that my army and I have snuck a bomb into the arena and it’ll go off at the end of the show tonight if you don’t answer.
Scene fades.
--------------------
We cut back to the arena, and the crowd is silent. We see the commentary booth, and both commentators look utterly shocked at the revalation from seconds ago. Gould grabs a microphone, and heads for the ring.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, we would like you to remain seated please. I can guarantee that this is a joke that has gone too far, and in light of the recent bombing in June of the UWL Fully Loaded event, Alex Morgan is going through the utmost precautions to guarantee the safety of the fans. The proper authorities have been notified, and we have been greenlighted to continue with the show, so please, do enjoy it, and this will be taken care of without any of you knowing it.
Gould drops the microphone and puts his headset back on.
Torre: Way to comfort the people. Hell of a speaker, Gould.
Gould: yeah, I don't know what the Fraggles are thinking, but this is far from comedic. I would love nothing more than to see both of them taken into police custody tonight after this little stunt.
The crowd cheers from their stunned silence as Gold Cobra by Limp Bizkit hits the PA system. Sebastian Jankowski appears on the stage, a smile on his face as he does a little hip hop dance onstage for the fans before he heads down the ramp, happily greeting the fans who are lucky enough to be seated near the railing. He stops at the bottom and turns around to see Adam Stryker running for him, and both men exchange right hands at the foot of the ramp. Jankowski tosses Stryker into the ring apron, and he hits the ground. Jankowski rolls into the ring and Stryker gets in a second later and the bell rings.
The men exchange more right hands before Jankowski takes total control, sending Stryker to the corner. He whips Stryker to the other corner, then runs across the ring and hits a huge Dropkick that crumples Stryker onto the mat. Jankowski gets up quickly and rolls stryker onto his back before proceeding to stomp on him. Stryker gets the ropes, and Jankowski stops, as per the rules, and he backs up. Stryker gets to his feet, and Jankowski hits a huge lariat that sends Stryker out onto the floor. Stryker gets up in a fit of rage and smacks the nearby commentary table before sliding into the ring. He gets up and is quick enough to hit Jankowski with a right hand, then whips him into the ropes, sending him to the mat with a back body drop, then an elbow drop and he covers.
ONE
.
Kickout!
Jankowski punches Stryker, which sends him back onto his butt, and Jankowski rolls over once to get to the ropes, getting up quickly and running to boot a sitting Stryker in the head, to much love from the crowd. Jankowski picks him up and hits him with an uppercut, which sends him right back down. He picks him up one more time, connecting with a knee to the gut, then follows it up with the Destroyer, and he covers!
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THREE!
Gould: Wow! Jankowski really made quick work of Stryker there, didn't he?
Torres: Everyone has an off night, calm down Gould.
Jankowski rolls out of the ring, jumping up and down in sheer excitement before heading up the ramp as we cut to commercial.
--------------------
NAW Has Become an Official CWC Partner! We are now partnered up with elite feds such as APW, BWF, and the legendary Viking Wrestling Federation! Visit the CWC website at www.wearecwc.com for more details on this new partnership!
--------------------
When we come back from commercial, Alex Morgan is seen in the middle of the ring. The crowd quiets down as he cues them to, and he gets ready for a speech, which Torres speaks lowly of.
Morgan: Well, well, well. When I thought that you couldn't get more stupid, David and Judas Fraggle prove to me that anything is possible. And this time they've threatened us with a bomb. Perfect. Well, the authorities are still searching, and have yet to find anything. The Pavilion isn't big, so I'm sure they haven't missed anything, so I am almost positive it was an idle threat. But whether it was or wasn't, Judas, David, I've got some plans for you. I've given you some much deserved time off, and I know that you've been well on your way to surpassing the Vice Squad for longest tag team championship reign. Kudos on that one. But at the next show, Meltdown 13, you will go one on one with a man from a team that I am handpicking for you to face at Hall of Fame, with myself and Mitch Thompson in their corner. Next week, Judas Fraggle will face off against my own monster, Erik Loomis! And you had better hope that you win. Because Judas, what goes around, comes around, and you've got some harsh karma coming your way.
Morgan drops the microphone and heads up the ramp as his music fades into "A Warrior's Call" by Volbeat. The crowd is in the midst of a mixed reaction, booing when Trent appears on the stage, and it turns into some cheers when Katherine, his wife appears. She gets a few whistles and snarky calls as well, shaking her head with a smile, while Trent grabs her hand and smiles. They head down the ramp together, stopping along the way to look around at the crowd.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is part of the NAW Championship Tournament! Introducing first, from Dublin, Ireland, being accompanied by Katherine Brock-Brown..... Trent Brown!
Trent gets into the ring as Katherine takes a seat near the commentary table, but doesn't put on a headset. She waves to a few fans, and even reaches over to high five a small child, who it appears that his whole year has been made because she did that. Trent blows her a kiss and turns back to the stage as "Fight Fire with Fire" by Metallica plays. The crowd erupts in cheers as the lights go out and the purple and green lights swirl around the arena. A crow is seen on the tron, flying between clips of Nightkrow in matches. The crowd cheers when Nightkrow appears on the stage, a smile on his face as he adjusts the Chaos championship over his shoulder. He nods at the cheering fans as he starts on his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia.... He is the NAW Chaos Champion.... Nightkrow!
He stops about halfway down the stage, and lets out a loud "CAAAW!" to which the crowd responds with one of their own, but it obviously doesn't sound the same. He smiles and nods his head anyway, always loving the love. He gets into the ring and hands off the Chaos title, looking over at his competition, and they give each other a nod. The bell rings, and they lock up, with Trent having the slight strength advantage, forcing Nightkrow back into the corner. He hits Nightkrow with some right hands, showing off the brawler in him, and he pulls Nightkrow to the center of the ring before connecting with a vertical Suplex and quickly goes for a cover.
ONE
.
.
.
Nightkrow with a kickout! He headbutts Trent to get him off of him, and gets to his feet. Nightkrow runs to the ropes, bounces off, and comes back to be met with a diving clothesline. Nightkrow rolls over to get up and is pulled by his hair to his feet, where he is met with a couple more right hands to the side of his head, before Trent connects with another Suplex and goes for another cover.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
Another kickout from Nightkrow!
Torres: Trent is in this match to win it, eh?
Gould: Well, this is a title opportunity if he can make it, so he's gonna wanna win it. I'm sure Nightkrow does too.
Trent pulls Nightkrow to his feet, and Nightkrow throws a punch to get back into this. Trent responds with one of his own, and the two start to alternate with shots, Trent's being just a little bit harder than Nightkrow's. He whips Nightkrow into the ropes, and Nightkrow comes back with a Diving Crossbody, covering and hooking a leg.
ONE
.
.
.
Trent kicks out! Trent pulls Nightkrow in, awkwardly attempting some sort of submission hold, and Nightkrow is able to elbow him in the face to get out of it. Nightkrow gets to his feet and backs into a corner, and as Trent gets to his feet, he is hit with a spear from nightkrow, who gets to his feet and marches around the ring for a second before letting out a loud "CAAW!" as he does when he's on a roll. He stomps on Trent a couple times before Trent grabs his foot and shoves it away, causing Nightkrow to stumble backward a step. Trent gets to his feet and is met in the ribs with a knee, then another. Nightkrow pulls Trent to the center of the ring, then plants him with a DDT and covers.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
Kickout by Trent!
Gould: Wow, great attempt there, but Trent gets out of it in the nick of time!
Torres: Trent said he's hungry and he wasn't lying, he really wants this title shot.
Trent gets up and hits Nightkrow with a few more right hands before whipping him to the ropes and meeting Nightkrow's face with his boot! He pounds his chest a few times as he waits near a corner for Nightkrow to get up, and when he does, he uses Brute Force to flatten him! Trent covers him again.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
Nightkrow kicks out! Trent pounds him a couple times, then covers again, hooking a leg this time, but Nightkrow gets a shoulder up. Trent gets to his feet, shaking his a head, a look of anger and frustration on his face. He pulls Nightkrow to his feet and appears to be looking for Raw Power, but the distraction of seeing Adam Stryker on the stage with the signature baseball bat of Nightkrow causes him to drop Nightkrow, who rolls him up.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THRE--NO!
Trent manages to kick out of the roll up, and gets to his feet quickly, sliding out of the ring and charging up the ramp, grabbing the baseball bat when Stryker swings it. Stryker tries to pull it out of his hand, but Trent won't let go, and Jenny Smith comes from out of nowhere, sliding under Trent's legs and hitting him with a low blow quickly, as he drops to his knees and the bell rings.
Rebecca: Your winner by disqualification.... Trent Brown!
Katherine and Nightkrow are on the stage fighting with Stryker and Jenny now, until Katherine grabs the bat that Stryker had and hits Jenny in the gut with it, then the spine before checking on Trent. Nightkrow and Stryker have fought their way back behind the curtain now though, and we cut to commercial.
--------------------
Commercial
--------------------
When we come back, Steele Matthews is already on his way to the ring, the commercial coming a little long. He gets into the ring and Hughes and Tori go to the far side of the ring by the commentary table, Hughes taking the timekeeper's chair and setting it up for Tori, who smiles and sits as the arena lights turn green and a cocky sounding laugh is heard coming through the PA system. The lights then begin to flash and smoke billows out and covers the entryway as “Metal Health” by Emphatic starts to play. After a few moments Tyson Phoenix comes walking out through the cloud of smoke with his arm in the air flashing his trademark rock and roll devil horns with his fingers. He stands at the top of the ramp and holds his pose for a few seconds, then he lowers his arm and begins to make his way to the ring, taunting the fans as they boo his every step. He climbs up onto the ring apron and up to the second corner turnbuckle to pose again with his devil horns held high as camera flashes light up the arena, then he hops back down to the mat and the lights go back to normal as his music comes to a stop.
The bell rings, and the two men get into each other's faces, both men's partners staring each other down, not paying attention to the match. The men in the ring start to mouth off to one another, and the fans appear to be getting impatient, chanting "Start the match," and other fans nod in agreement. The guys start to throw some right hands, both of them hitting at the same time, and Tyson grabs Steele's arm, pulling him to the mat with an arm drag, and they get right back up, with Tyson charging and hitting a clothesline on Steele, following up with three elbow drops in a row, and Tyson covers.
ONE
.
.
Kickout by Matthews! Matthews hits Tyson with a few right hands, and Tyson gets back to avoid getting hit any more. Steele gets to his feet and charges at Tyson, who ducks a Clothesline. Steele is thinking quick, and hops, springboarding off the ropes and turning himself, hitting Tyson with a shin to the face, which totally seems to wipe the rockstar out for a second, and he rolls to the end of the ring, pulling himself to his feet with the help of the bottom rope. Steele comes over to him and knees him in the ribs a couple of times before hitting a spinning neckbreaker. He goes for a cover, but Tyson has a foot under the rope from the beginning, so Lansing doesn't count. Steele gets to his feet with a sigh, and kicks Tyson in the ribs, as Tyson rolls out of the ring to get out of harm's way, and he yells at Gunner to back him up as he drops to one knee. Gunner watches in disbelief that Tyson is trying to pussy out, and he shakes his head, still in disbelief.
Gould: Is he really trying to get out of finishing this match? So much for being a man.
Torres: I really think he's just exaggerating. He did just take a few hard shots that most normal people couldn't handle.
Gould: I don't think he could either, from the looks of it.
Torres: Shut up, Gould.
Steele steps back to the center of the ring, and when his patience runs out, he charges, diving over the top rope and taking out both Tyson and Gunner with a crossbody! He gets up quickly and rolls Tyson back into the ring, sliding in himself. Tyson starts to get to his feet, but as soon as he gets to his knees, he is kneed in the face by Steele, and it looks like Tyson might be out. Steele smiles as he looks at Tori and Hughes and smiles, covering Tyson.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
Tyson with the kickout! Steele looks to be in complete disbelief, and Curtis Hughes hops up on the apron, with Gunner sliding into the ring, charging, and sending both men to the floor outside with a spear, where Gunner starts laying in to Curtis with right hands. Steele looks out at the carnage on the outside as these two men start to demolish each other, and Tyson rolls him up from behind!
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
THREE!
Rebecca: And your winner.... Tyson Phoenix!
The fight continues on the outside, as we cut to commercial.
--------------------
Commercial
--------------------
After a ‘Ford’ car advertisement finished, a purely black image took over for several silent seconds until the silence was broken by an instrumental version of Death Grips’ “Bitch Please”, and the black image then flashed white light fast enough to induce a seizure. In the lower-right corner of the view grew a silhouette of a dancing woman, and when the silhouette filled most of the background, the camera sharply turned 180 degrees to the right: revealing the backside of the woman’s blond pixie hairdo, which is the sole colorized feature in this monochrome shot, with the flashing now at end. As the view zoomed out, the topless woman shook her hips in the manner of Shakira, but when she spun around to reveal her front, a bare, boney arm outstretched in front of the camera to perfectly block the view of the woman’s tits. Aside from her hair, only the woman’s juicy lips are colorized a deep red, as she kissed at the camera before the arm was replaced by its owner: a lazy-eyed man, who stepped into view to completely hide the woman. Next, the lazy-eyed man’s shit-eating grin became the main focus of the shot until “KHAAAAAAAAAAAAN” was suddenly yelled, with his crooked British teeth and arched tongue then being the final shot of this teaser.
--------------------
When we come back to the show, we see the arena ready to go for the next match. The lights go black, then a very dim red as "A Lesson in Violence" by Exodus hits. The metalheads in the crowd, as is the norm, are now the most active people in the entire building, headbanging wildly. Joe Martinez appears on the stage, and smiles as he adjusts his title belt on his shoulder, starting on his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: The next match is scheduled for one fall and is a part of the NAW Championship Tournament! Introducing first, from Aztec, New Mexico.... The Madman.... Joe Martinez!
Martinez gets into the ring and hands his belt off as he looks to the stage, holding his arms out, totally ready to go. "Khresis Pass" by Ministry hits, and the crowd starts to boo a little bit, but not too loudly. Thad Jefferson appears on the stage, in his usual garb, the hood of his sweatshirt hiding his face. He heads down the ramp nonchalantly, totally oblivious to the fact that there is a crowd, let alone that they're booing him. He gets into the ring and takes his hood down, staring Martinez down as he takes his sweatshirt off and goes to his corner. He uses the rope to stretch a bit as the bell rings.
Martinez moves in slowly, and Thad hops in rather quickly, clearly showing the route that he wants to take in this match. He throws a couple shadow jabs to psyche Martinez out, and then throws a real one when the Madman isn't expecting a shot. He hits with a few jabs, then a left hook that takes Martinez by surprise. But the Madman gets right back into things with a headbutt that sends Thad back a couple steps, and he reciprocates with one of his own. He forces Martinez back into the corner, a great feat for someone as small as he is in comparison to the very stocky Martinez, and he throws some elbows to the Madman's face. He is shoved backward by Martinez, who charges at him and hits him hard with a takedown, starting to choke him until Higgins tells him to back off a bit. Martinez gets to his feet and drills an elbow into Thad's chest, then another. He goes for a cover.
ONE
.
.
.
Kickout!
Gould: I know I mention it all the time, but it looks like tensions have been real high lately, with all these harsh back and forths.
Thad headbutts Martinez this time, and Martinez holds his nose for a second as he gets to his feet, and Thad goes for a takedown, but Martinez holds his ground and slams an elbow into the spine of Thad several times before wrapping an arm around Thad's head and planting him into the mat with a DDT. He gets to his feet with a look of rage on his face as he pulls Thad to his feet and whips him into the corner. He runs and hits Thad with a corner splash, steadies him to lean in the turnbuckle then, takes a few steps back, charges, and hits another, does the same steadying thing, and hits a third corner splash into Thad, and the crowd goes nuts for the trio of shots. Thad collapses into a heap in the corner, and Martinez marches around the ring, looking irritated that Thad thought he stood a chance in this match. He grabs Thad by the hair, and Thad throws an elbow to get out of his grasp. Thad then runs back into the ropes, bounding off and hitting Martinez with a double armed strike. He crawls quickly to cover Martinez.
ONE
.
.
.
TW-Kickout!
Martinez rolls out of Thad's way and gets up. He charges and boots Thad in the gut, knocking him onto his knees, then he backs up, runs and knees Thad in the face. He rolls Thad over, looking to lock in the Grinning Crippler, but Thad won't let him lock it in. Thad flails about, but this only wears him out, and Martinez is able to lock it in. Thad looks around, seeing how close he is to a set of ropes, and he grabs the bottom one, forcing a break. Martinez abides, and stomps on Thad as soon as he is able to move. He whips Thad into the ropes and sends him to the mat with a hard Clothesline, then backs into a corner, and when Thad gets to his feet, he hits him with a huge takedown, followed by a grabbing of the throat and he pulls and slams Thad's head into the mat. He scoots to cover and hooks a leg.
ONE
.
.
.
TWO
.
.
.
Thad gets the shoulder up just in time! Martinez looks absolutely shocked by this, and he gets to his feet, running his hands through his hair. He sees a chair that was never picked up from before, and he contemplates using it. He decides against it, turning around to be hit hard with a dropkick by Thad. He rolls out of the way of a Thad elbow drop, and rolls out of the ring. He grabs the chair, and slides in, and Higgins grabs the chair quickly, getting ready to throw it out of the ring, but Thad tries to take it. Martinez grabs Thad by the hair, slamming him to the mat, and grabs the chair himself, looking at it, then at Thad, then at Higgins, who is ready to disqualify him at any moment if he doesn't lose the chair. Thad gets to his feet and tries to grab the chair, and the two spend a few seconds fighting over it. Martinez pulls it out of Thad's grasp, and hits Thad over the head with it in the heat of the moment! The bell rings, and Martinez starts to mouth to himself in his disappointment at screwing himself. He drops the chair and goes over to Higgins, who won't give him a second chance, and gets out of the ring. He grabs his belt and starts to head out of the ring, but Thad is to his feet rather quickly for taking a chair shot, and wants him to bring some more, and Martinez does so. The two brawl in the center of the ring and the crowd cheers them on as security breaks it up, and Alex Morgan comes out onto the stage.
Morgan: Martinez, don't be mad at anyone but yourself. These antics are getting you nowhere, and you fail to realize that. But I feel like this was very unfair to Thad, and I think that if he loses at the next Meltdown, God forbid, then he will be granted a TV Title match at Hall of Fame against you, one on one. You can come up with the stipulation yourself, but from the looks of the match tonight, you should think carefully, because Thad could come and bite you. What goes around comes around, right?
Morgan smiles as we cut to commercial.
--------------------
Commercial
--------------------
Sparkman vs Weck
The crowd starts to boo as "Everybody's Dixie" plays over the system. Patrick Sparkman appears after a couple seconds, looking around at the fans in complete disdain. He shakes his head as he stops at the end of the ramp, looking around at the crowd, then finally waving them off as not important.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall and is part of the NAW Championship Contenders Tournament! Introducing first, from Knoxville, Tennessee... Patrick sparkman!
Sparkman walks down the ramp slowly, holding his Confederate Flag over his shoulder. He continues to shake his head at the fans, setting the flag up in the corner and climbing up onto the apron, and getting into the ring. He starts to get himself ready as his music cuts out to make way for "Perfect Insanity" by Disturbed. We get a mixture of cheers and boos, and after just a couple seconds, James Weck appears on the stage and wastes no time to get down to the ring, keeping his eyes dead onto Sparkman the entire time.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Paramus, New Jersey.... James Weck!
Weck slides into the ring, and attacks right away. Higgins calls for the bell, and Weck starts swinging at Sparkman relentlessly. He whips Sparkman into the corner and charges, hitting him hard with a shoulder to the chest. He then backs up and whips Sparkman into the opposite corner and does the same thing again. This time, when Sparkman stumbles out of the corner, Weck hits him with a vicious Clothesline, and covers immediately, but doesn't even get to a one count before Sparkman gets out of it. The guys get to their feet and Weck charges at Sparkman, Sparkman sending him to the mat with an Arm Drag, and when Weck charges again, he does another, this time Weck hits the turnbuckles, and stays on the mat in pain. Sparkman takes complete advantage of this, running at him and falls to the mat with a low dropkick that sends Weck into the post below the bottom turnbuckle, and he grabs the rope, triggering Eddie Higgins to tell Sparkman to lay off of him.
Gould: Very violent opening here.
Torres: And Sparkman is being a brilliant opportunist here, giving Weck all he possibly could to take this win.
Weck gets to his feet and Sparkman charges at him, but Weck leans forward and grabs Sparkman, lifts him over his shoulder, and in Flapjack fashion, hits a Snake Eyes on Sparkman onto the top turnbuckle! Sparkman leans on the top turnbuckle so he doesn't fall to the mat, and Weck gets up. When Sparkman turns around, he is met with another vicious Powerslam! He gets up and brushes his hair back, the rage on his face is clearly visible. He picks Sparkman up and hits him with a few right hands before whipping him to the ropes. He leans forward, getting ready for a back body drop, but Sparkman stops himself and kicks Weck in the face, sending him to the mat. Weck gets up, holding his face, and Sparkman whips him this time, dropping to the mat as Weck runs over him, and hitting Weck with a Dropkick as he comes back across the ring again. He quickly covers.
ONE
.
Kickout!
Sparkman picks Weck up and hits him a couple times with a right hand before planting him into the center of the ring with a DDT. He covers again, but doesn't get anywhere, and he lays a flurry of punches to the face of Weck. He picks Weck up one more time, but this time he's looking to end things as he bends Weck over in hopes of a Piledriver, but Weck lifts him over his head and lands a nice back body drop that turns the tide a little bit back into Weck's favor! Weck starts to beat down Sparkman, whipping him into the corner. Sparkman does climb up to the second turnbuckle though, and Weck runs over, hitting a Clothesline that doesn't take Sparkman down, but it does stop him for the moment, and Weck sets him up on his shoulders, carries him to the center of the ring, and plants him with the Wecking Ball, essentially knocking Sparkman out, as Weck covers, getting the win.
Rebecca: And your winner.... JAMES WECK!
Weck smiles as he heads up the ramp and the medical crew checks on Sparkman as we cut to black.