Post by Alice White on Oct 8, 2013 0:43:52 GMT -5
The crowd goes nuts as Steve Vai's "Now We Run" plays through the arena, and the cameras pan around, finding some of the more memorable signs of the evening. While this happens, a pyro display is seen on the stage, explosions all over, and the fans continue to go wild for it.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to yet another editioin of NAW Meltdown! I'm Malcolm Gould, alongside my broadcast partner Jim Torres!
Torres: And don't forget our guest, Gould. We're also being accompanied by one Mr. Isaac Bloom. Many of you at home might know of him as a minority owner, and the official attorney for the NAW, and he's been so kind as to grace us with his presence.
Bloom: Thanks for the kind introduction, Jim. That's what separates you from...the pack...
Gould heaves a sigh as "Now We Run" fades out and the pyros stop. Then from out of nowhere, the rough guitar of Tom Morello rings out around the arena, and the fans pop loudly as Rage Against The Machine's "Bulls on Parade" blasts. Several fans in the front row are seen jamming and rocking out to it, headbanging intensely.
Bloom: And here we see a prime example of "The Pack" that I just mentioned.
Gould: That's right, ladies and gentlemen, what you see before you is the NAW Chaos Champion. This man has worked hard for his entire time here, and it's finally paid off for him.
Torres: Against a two bit joke though. Does it really count?
Gould: It did go down in the record books as official.
Sebastian Jankowski runs out onto the stage, holding his Chaos Championship high in the air. A huge smile is seen on his face as he heads to both sides of the stage, then stands at the center and starts on his way down, taking extra time to greet the younger fans who cheeer the loudest for him.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your NAW Chaos Champion.... Sebastian Jankowski!
Jankowski slides into the ring, grabbing the belt and running to one corner, hopping up and keeping incredible balance as he stands on the middle turnbuckle, holding the belt high, staring straight at Torres, Gould, and Bloom. Gould gives him a thumbs up while Torres shakes his head. He gets down and walks over to the other side, still holding the belt high, and the crowd continues to cheer loudly for him. His music fades out as he is handed a microphone and the crowd begins to quiet down.
Jankowski: Wow, you guys are the greatest!
Another loud pop, and Jankowski eats the cheers right up.
Bloom: Come on, what is this waste of time?
Gould: It's called a new champion, give him some time to get over it, will you?
Jankowski: Thank you so much. I've worked so hard to get to this point, you don't even understand how much it means to me. And now, you see, I'm a champion. I'm at the highest point in my career so far. And it's your fault!
He points to a random kid in the audience.
Jankowski: And yours...and yours...
He continues to do this a few times before pausing again.
Jankowski: It's all of you, it's your fault that I'm here, you see...because without you, I would have given up a long time ago. I would have just quit if it wasn't for the never ending support that you all give me every time I take to the ring. Every time I hit the Backflip Disaster or the Destroyer, or even a simple lariat. You show me love, and it keeps me going.
He sighs and looks around, a huge smile on his face.
Jankowski: And now you guys have made me a champion. Thank you for that.
He looks around at the fans who continue to cheer him on, now with a "Go-Se-Bas-Tian *clap clap* *clap clap clap*" chant going on, and he smiles even wider now because of it.
Jankowski: But all that this championship has done is seen people get hurt, and it's caused quite the shortening of a once sizeable roster. Which is why I would like to make a few changes. First, this belt will not be defended on every show.
The crowd seems a little less than impressed.
Jankowski: And it won't be defended under Hardcore Rules every time, as it has been.
Gould: This is interesting...
Torres: This is ridiculous! It's what the belt is for!
Jankowski: That is, if the owner, Alex Morgan, will allow these changes.
Torres: Now he's all sucking up to the boss.
Jankowski pauses again for a few seconds, then finally adjusts his belt.
Jankowski: I would also like for a name change. Since it won't be causing the mayhem, carnage, and well...Chaos...that it has, I would like it to not be called the Chaos Title anymore. Because I see great things coming for the NAW on the horizon, and I want to reflect that. I would like to rename it the Horizon Championship, once again, if it flies with the big man.
Another pause.
Jankowski: I would also like to chip in my two cents on the first number one contender for the championship, and that will come at the next show. Tonight I will be hard at work, scouting the roster and seeing who deserves a crack at it, and I'll let the boss man know, but until then, we have a show to run! Let's go guys!
Jankowski tosses the microphone back to the timekeeper's table and hands the belt to Mark Lansing, who takes to the ring as Bulls on Parade continues to play and we cut to our first commercial break of the evening.
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Commercial Break
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When we get back from commercial, Nightkrow is finishing his trek to the ring while the other two men wait for him. He slides into the ring, and right away, Willy is attacking both men, and doing a good job of keeping them at bay, hitting Jankowski with a few right hands, then Nightkrow, Jankowski, and finally hitting a Clothesline that sends Nightkrow over the top rope and spilling to the outside. He turns and is met with a Dropkick from Jankowski before he can react.
Gould: And the champion showing why he is just that.
Bloom: Yeah, but it's a third tier belt, is he really the champion of anything?
Torres: The champion of CHAOS!
Bloom: Yeah...that...
Bloom and Torres share a laugh as Jankowski tosses Willy over the top rope, who tumbles out onto the floor on top of Nightkrow, who is still getting up. Jankowski then holds his arms out and lets out a battle cry, charging with a suicide dive over the top rope and to the outside, the crowd going nuts over the takedown by the White-Red Kid. Jankowski takes Willy by the hair, slamming his head into the ring post multiple times before finally tossing him off to the side, then hitting Nightkrow with a running Crossbody, getting right to his feet, a huge smile on his face as he chases Willy into the ring. He slides in behind Willy, who is to his feet, and he stomps on Jankowski once to keep him down. He stomps again, and goes for a third, but Jankowski rolls out of the way and gets up, hitting Willy with a few right hands. Willy omes back at him, and he actually has Jankowski leaning onto a rope. Willy goes to whip Jankowski across the ring, but Jankowski holds himself and hits Willy with a Clothesline.
Gould: Anybody still wanna make comments about Jankowski not being very good?
Torres: Well i mean, neither are these opponents, so he's not proving a whole lot.
Jankowski picks Willy up, and Willy shoves him, then kicks him a few times in the side before shoving him into a corner. He charges the corner and hits a corner Dropkick on Jankowski, which sends the Polish superstar crumpling to the mat. Willy gets up and is met from behind with a Bulldog from Nightkrow, who gets to his feet right away and picks Willy up, planting him right in the center of the ring with a huge DDT. He immediately covers.
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And Willy kicks out at the last second. Nightkrow plants him with another DDT, but this time gets up and turns around, being met with the Destroyer by Jankowski! He feeds off of the sudden excitement from the fans, and after a Backflip Destroyer, he covers Willy, and picks up the pinfall victory!
Rebecca: Here is your winner....Sebastian Jankowski!
Gould: And his first victory since becoming the champion is official! We have ourselves a streak!
Torres: A streak over two losers is no streak to be proud of.
Jankowski gets to his feet and grabs the belt, holding his arms high as "Bulls on Parade" blasts, and the fans continue to cheer as he heads up the ramp, clearly overly excited about your basic victory.
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We cut backstage where outside of Alex Morgan’s office Khan is on hands and knees being kicked and stomped by the joint force of Jenny Smith and Katherine Brock! Nearby sits a bloody-faced Jake Norton against a wall of the corridor, and a folded steel chair with blood smeared across its dented center lays at the feet of a dazed Norton, who was likely struck by Jenny Smith seeing how close she is to Khan’s manager. Farah Khan cannot defend herself any longer as her humbled posture gives way, and thus Khan is flat on her stomach with her head turned to the left side; blood flows out of the back of Khan’s skull too now. Through the broadcasted surveillance feed ringside and home viewers watch this assault: Smith and Katherine are seen shaking hands on a job well done before running away as arena’s security finally arrive for the rescue.
We then cut immediately to ringside to see the two shocked commentators and Isaac Bloom.
Gould: Wow, that's a vicious, vicious assault, and I can assure you that we will be receiving an update on the condition of Farah Khan at some point.
Torres: Wow, never thought anyone had it in them to actually take Khan out, figured she'd become an unstoppable force in our women's division.
Gould: And we'll be right back...
The scene cuts to commercial.
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Gould: Alright, welcome back everybody! One match in the books, and we're ready to start the second one. This one has a ton of promise, featuring one of the most exciting new talents we've had in a while, going head-to-head with one of the most recognized and highly decorated veterans in the NAW. Ladies and gentlemen, let's get ready for Goldin vs Fraggle!
Torres: Really? Goldin? Exciting? Come on, man. This is his first match in the NAW, Malcolm. Do we really have any clue what this guy is?
Gould: Obviously he's talented, or Morgan wouldn't have signed him.
Torres: Ahh, yes, faultless logic that undoubtedly applies to Steele Matthews, Kid Ant, Mark Nutt, and Randy Reume. How do you know Brett Goldin won't end up being just like the endless parade of underachievers we've had to suffer through in the last four months?
Gould: Why don't we just watch and see? Let's cut down to ringside.
-We cut to the ring, where the lovely Rebecca is waiting to make our introductions.-
Rebecca: Introducing first!
"Boom" by POD hits the speakers, coming in fast and loud from the start. Brett Goldin steps out onto the stage, arms raised and a grin on his face. The crowd, seemingly anticipating good things, gives him a respectable welcome, getting to their feet and cheering as the NAW's newest hire makes his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: He's here tonight representing Miami, Florida, standing six feet, three inches, and tipping the scales at two hundred thirty three pounds...making his NAW debut..."The Golden One" BRETT GOOOLLLDDIINNNNN!!!
Goldin savors the crowd reaction from the top of the ramp, then makes his way to the ring, slapping and shaking hands, giving fist bumps, even pausing to pose for a few pictures with young fans as he makes his way to the ring.
Gould: It's nice to see a new guy that interacts well with the crowd, Jim. The guy obviously appreciates the welcome, and he's demonstrating it all the way to the ring.
Torres: Sure, Malcolm. What's not to love about an overconfident showboat sucking up to the mindless sycophants we call fans. Why, oh why can't we have more of THAT around here...
Goldin climbs into the ring and leans up against the ropes, facing the stage, and waits.
Rebecca: And his opponent!
Storytime by Nightwish hits the speakers, and David Fraggle steps out onto the stage. The crowd boos, but Fraggle ignores them. He stares down at Goldin, focused and intent. Goldin grins back as Fraggle begins to make his way down the ramp, eyes on Goldin like a predator stalking his prey.
Rebecca: Standing five feet, seven inches, and weighing in at one hundred fifty pounds, hailing from Parts Unknown...he is one half of the NAW Tag Team Champions..."The Puppet Master" DAVID FRRAAGGLLLEEEE!!!
Fraggle gets to the bottom of the ramp and climbs into the ring. The referee steps to the middle of the ring, then turns and calls for the bell.
Gould: Here we go! This should be a great match, and we are underway!
Goldin wears a confident smirk as the two men come to the center of the ring, but Fraggle immediately lunges at Goldin's knees. Goldin tries to step back, but Fraggle catches him around the legs and drags him to the mat, rolling over as he does, getting Goldin wrapped up in a small package. The referee drops to make the count, but Goldin kicks out quickly and both men lunge to their feet. The smirk is gone from Goldin's face, and is replaced by a wary and determined scowl.
Gould: Fraggle tried to end this one quickly, but Goldin breaks free. I don't think it's going to be that easy against the talented Goldin.
Fraggle circles Goldin, feigning attackes every few steps. Goldin reacts to each one, flinching as Fraggle fakes another lunge, then pulls back, sizing Brett up. Goldin quickly tires of the game, and on Fraggle's next lunge, Goldin meets him with a clothesline, wrenching his neck as he takes him to the mat. The Puppet Master tries to roll away to get to his feet, but Goldin is on him in a hurry, putting boots to Fraggle's ribs and stomping on his back.
Gould: Goldin with a little offense, here. Let's see what he can do with the advantage...
Goldin lifts Fraggle off the mat, then whips him into the ropes. Fraggle bounces off, and is met almost immediately with another clothesline. Fraggle hits the mat hard, nearly bouncing back to his feet from the force of the blow. Goldin steps away, letting Fraggle get to his feet. David turns to face Goldin, and is met with a knee to the stomach. As Fraggle doubles over, Goldin grabs an arm, pulls it through Fraggle's legs, and lifts him into the air, using the arm to spin Fraggle over with a pumphandle slam.
Gould: Big pumphandle slam from Goldin! The Golden one covers!
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Kickout!
Torres: You know, if Fraggle would quit messing around here, I might make it home in time to watch the rest of Breaking Bad on Netflix. Come on, David! Stop screwing around and put this kid out of his misery.
Goldin brushes his hair back out of his face, frustrated at the lack of results from the pin. He pulls Fraggle back up to his feet and lifts him in the air, going for a Gorilla Press Slam. Fraggle starts fighting, and before Goldin can finish the move, Fraggle drops to the ground behind him, grabbing Brett's head on the way down and pulling him into a vicious neckbreaker. Goldin crumples to the ground, but Fraggle is in no shape to go for the pin. He limps over to the ropes, still holding his back from the pumphandle slam Goldin put him through moments ago.
Gould: Fraggle looks like he could gain the upper hand here, but if he wants to beat Goldin, he's going to have to take advantage of this.
Fraggle looks down at Goldin, grins, and makes for the top turnbuckle. Goldin starts to stir, and slowly gets to his feet. Fraggle gets into position to leap off the top rope, but Goldin is on his feet. Brett sees Fraggle and rushes the corner, but not soon enough. Fraggle leaps off, twisting in mid-air and pulling Goldin head first onto the mat with a Hurricanrana. Fraggle goes for the pin.
Gould: Pin by Fraggle!
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Kickout!
Gould: Fraggle just couldn't hold onto the bigger Goldin right there. Goldin simply powered out of that pin. I'm afraid if Fraggle wants to pull off the pin, he's going to have to knock Goldin out.
Torres: Just watch, Malcolm. I'm willing to bet that Fraggle starts going after that soft, enlarged head Goldin has.
Fraggle gets to his feet, seemingly gaining energy as we go along. Goldin is a little slower to get up. Fraggle grabs Goldin by the hair and whips him into a corner. The Golden One hits the turnbuckle, and takes a shoulder to the chest from Fraggle, who followed almost immediately after. Fraggle stays with it, hitting Goldin with a series of knife edge chops to the chest, causing the bigger man to sink a little lower into the corner. Fraggle jumps onto the first rope, and pounds Goldin in the head with a few punches, driving Goldin into a sitting position in the corner. With Goldin on the ground, Fraggle leaps off the first rope and comes straight down, driving an elbow into the forehead of Brett Goldin.
Gould: Fraggle is doing a great job of staying on the offensive here. It looks like he's beginning to wear Goldin down.
Fraggle gets up, takes a couple steps back, then lunges forward, driving a knee into the side of Goldin's head. Goldin doesn't take the damage well, and sags into the corner, the numerous blows to the head appearing to have taken their toll. Fraggle drags Goldin out of the corner, then goes back to the top turnbuckle. He makes a few rude gestures to the crowd, then leaps off, going for a top rope splash. He comes down right onto a knee to the stomach from Goldin, who managed to counter at just the last second.
Torres: God dammit. Now we have to endure more of this.
Fraggle goes to the mat, gasping for air. Goldin gets slowly to his feet, trying to shake off the stars that must be circling his head. He leans against the ropes for a moment to recover, then walks back over to Fraggle. After a few stomps to the midsection, Goldin pulls Fraggle to his feet, then drops him right back to the mat with a big roundhouse kick.
Gould: oooh! Big kick from Goldin right there. He caught Fraggle right in the chest, which can't be good for a guy that just got the wind knocked out of him. I gotta say, Brett Goldin is showing some ring savvy here tonight, Jim.
Goldin pulls Fraggle up and pushes him into a corner, then leans down and drives his shoulder into Fraggle's midsection, still working on the Puppet Master's wind. As the crowd counts, Goldin gets into a rythem, continuing to drive his shoulder into the stomach of Fraggle.
Crowd:
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Finally Goldin pulls back and whips Fraggle across the ring. He follows quickly, this time putting his knee into Fraggle's gut. Goldin backs up as Fraggle staggers back out of the corner, doubling over. Goldin grabs Fraggle, puts Fraggle's head between his knees, then lifts him up and takes about four running steps, then drives Fraggle hard into the mat with a running powerbom. He drops for the pin.
Gould: This could be it!
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Kickout!
Gould: My god, how did Fraggle kick out of that?
Goldin gets to his feet, an expression of disbelief on his face. He reaches down, lifts Fraggle, and holds him over his head.
Gould: Goldin's going for another Gorilla Press Slam! This could be it!
Fraggle comes to life, twisting and kicking. Goldin tries valiently to hold him, but in the end he can't. Fraggle drops, and catches the ropes with his feet. He uses the ropes to springboard into the air, grabbing Goldin's head as he does. Fraggle twists in mid-air, wrenching Goldin's head and pulling him head first onto the mat with a tornado ddt.
Gould: Fraggle counters! I can't believe it! Fraggle goes for the pin!
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Gould: This one's over, folks! David Fraggle comes out on top! What a match from these two, but David Fraggle just proved why he's one of the best in the business!
Storytime by Nightwish hits the PA system, and the crowd is somewhat mixed, though we do get quite a few cheers for the veteran, as his music cuts, and we see Isaac Bloom stand up at the commentary table, taking off his headset and grabbing a microphone.
Bloom: Well, Fraggle, I do believe congratulations are in order, that was definitely a great display. Too bad nobody will remember it after I give you this news. After some...things we've discovered...although I'm not at the liberty to divulge the information of what "things" were discovered, I have no choice except to announce your indefinite suspension, and the stripping of your tag team championships alongside Euan Dante.
Fraggle looks shocked, appalled, and incredibly upset at the announcement.
Bloom: You can exit the arena immediately, unless you have to be escorted, which won't make you look any better. I'd suggest you get out of my ring, now.
Fraggle continues to look highly upset, and shakes his head as we see Bloom start to go to the ring, and Mitch Thompson and three other guards come out from behind the curtain, making their way to the ring as well. Bloom stands next to the commentary table, a smirk on his face, and Fraggle and Dante don't struggle with Thompson and the guards, making their way out of the now silent arena. Bloom looks over at the now vacant tag team championships, and continues to smirk as we go to commercial.
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We come back to the arena where we see Malcolm Gould, Jim Torres, and Isaac Bloom again.
Gould: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, to one of the wackiest editions of Meltdown in recent history. We've seen Jankowski announcing a change of plans for the Chaos Championship, Farah Khan and Jake Norton being beaten down, and David Fraggle being suspended indefinitely, his tag team championships going into limbo!
Torres: I'm sure it's for the best though.
Bloom: Yes, definitely for the best.
The crowd erupts at the sound of "A Lesson in Violence" by Exodus, the theme song of your still reigning NAW TV Champion, Joe Martinez. The lights black out, all except for a red spotlight, which swirls around and essentially consumes our audience. A lot of fans are seen headbanging to the music, and finally, we get a glimpse of the champ, standing atop the stage, looking around at the fans. He sees the cheering faces and starts to make his way down the ramp, giving a few a nod of the head, and stops toward the bottom to adjust his belt.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Aztec, New Mexico... He is your current reigning NAW Television Champion..... Joe "The Madman" Martinez!
The crowd continues to cheer as he slides the belt into the ring, then slides himself into the ring, getting up and holding the belt. He hands it off to someone at the commentary table, then glances over at Isaac Bloom who is sitting near the commentary staff. Bloom gives Martinez a smirk and nod, and Martinez just continues to glare right through him as "Warrior's Call" by Volbeat hits the PA system. The crowd is mixed now, as Trent Brown and Katherine Brock-Brown are seen on the stage. They stare at the fans and Katherine gives a wave, her Femme Fatale Championship slung over her shoulder. Trent starts on his way down the ramp, side by side with his beautiful wife, and the crowd keeps giving them mixed reactions. Trent gets into the ring and stares over at Martinez, who stares right back.
Rebecca: And his partner, being accompanied by his wife Katherine..... From Dublin, Ireland.... Trent Brown!
The two finally stand on the commentary side of the ring, while the crowd continues to cheer. After a few moments of silence, "King of Kings" by Motorhead hits the PA system, and after a few pyros explode at the stage, we see a glimpse of the former NAW champion, Jordan Keyser. He starts on his way down to the ring, staring at the fans who are going wild with boos. He stands halfway down the ramp and completely stops, staring at the two men in teh ring.
Rebecca: And the opponent, he is a member of the Public Enemies.... the Executioner.... Jordan Keyser!
Jordan continues to stare as his music fades out. This makes way for the shotgun blast that everyone knows, and "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple begins to play. After several seconds, we see Gunner Hughes standing tall at the stage, and Tyson Phoenix right next to him. The two start to make their way down the ramp now, stopping next to Jordan, with Tyson in the center of the trio, and they stand there and stare, Tyson with his cocky smirk the whole time, mouthing some trash talk.
Rebecca: And his tag team partner, he is also part of the Public Enemies.... Gunner Hughes!
The three men make their way down the ramp, Gunner climbing up onto the apron and Jordan moving to a side of the ring and sliding in. The two get into the ring as the music fades out, and they stare down the opposition as Tyson takes a seat at ringside after shaking the hand of Isaac Bloom. He grabs a seat, though he doesn't wear a headset, and the teams stand in their corners and talk for a second as the music fades out. They decide on Trent and Gunner to start the match as Martinez and Jordan get out onto the apron. The bell rings and the men in the ring lock up. Gunner is able to get the clear advantage, shoving Trent around for a few seconds before finally taking him down with a quick shove and trip. Trent gets up quickly, not wanting to seem like a fool, and charges at Gunner, who sidesteps him, and he attacks the turnbuckle.
Bloom: Wow, I know there is brain and braun, but really? What do you suppose Katherine sees in this guy anyway?
Gould: She's in love with him, and he treats her nice, so ya know. It works.
The two stare each other down again, Jordan shouting encouragement into the ring at his partner, and Gunner grabs Trent, throwing him hard into the turnbuckle and hitting him hard with some stomps and kicks at him. He holds a boot to the chest of Trent and presses as hard as he can, pushing all of the breath out of the Irish Renegade and depriving him of any more oxygen. This lasts a few seconds until Eddie Higgins tells him to back off, and he reluctantly does so. Trent falls to the mat, crawling toward Martinez, and Gunner kicks him in the ribs, not hard enough to do real damage, but enough to move him away from Martinez and still keep him grounded. He grabs Trent and whips him to the corner where Jordan is, and Jordan holds a knee up and in the ring, hitting Trent with it in the spine as he falls to the mat in pain again.
Torres: And this is the perfect way to cut the ring in half. A clear smart move.
Gould: Yeah, what with the cheating and whatnot.
Torres: He's being resourceful. Using any advantage possible. He's being an opportunist.
Trent slowly gets to his feet and is met with an uppercut from Gunner, then another that throws him right back into the corner. Gunner tags Jordan in, and Jordan quickly starts kicking Trent in the ribs as Gunner gets out onto the apron. Jordan pulls Trent to the center of the ring and hits him hard with some rights before planting him with a DDT and quickly goes for the cover.
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Kickout by Trent. Trent rolls over and reaches for the ropes, but Jordan pulls him back to the center of the ring, locking in a camel clutch, and Trent wails in pain. He keeps on fighting, trying to figure out any way possible to slither over to get some sort of break. He does manage to move some, but it doesn't get him very far before he stops fighting it. Just as he's about to tap out, Martinez hits Jordan in the back of the head with a running knee to make the save and force a break. Gunner gets into the ring quickly and fights Martinez, hitting him hard with some right hands before tossing him over the top rope and out of the ring, getting out himself as the two begin to brawl on the outside.
Gould: And this is where chaos begins to ensue, I do believe.
Torres: Of course, that's the way of the big tag team match.
Trent is able to get to his feet before Jordan can totally get his bearings back, and the two stare each other down. They lock up, and this time Trent gets the advantage, sending Jordan down with an arm drag. They both quickly get up, and Trent charges, hitting Jordan with a clothesline that sends them both to the outside. Not wanting to get too chaotic though, after they fight on the outside for a few seconds, Jordan slides back into the ring. Trent goes to slide in as well, but is stomped on a few times before Jordan digs a knee into his spine and grabs his chin, pulling him back up and causing all sorts of pressure. There is a forced break as they're next to the ropes, but it's still a painful move. Jordan stands tall, looking proud of what he's got going for him, and he picks Trent up. He hits him with a few uppercuts, holding him still the whole time so Trent doesn't fall. He finally ends the sequence with a DDT that causes a huge pop from the crowd, but immediately a bunch of boos as Jordan makes some arrogant faces and gestures.
Torres: Look at this beautiful display, Gould. This is what wrestling is all about. Being the best guy in that ring.
Gould: Yeah, but look at the brawl going on on the outside.
We show a clip of the outside, where Madman just slammed Gunner's face into the ring stairs three times, then threw him into the guardrail, sending him over it and into the crowd. Madman takes this opportunity to climb back onto the apron, and Jordan charges at him, but Martinez sticks his head in the ropes and headbutts the charging Jordan, and when Jordan turns around, he's met with a Rotating Spinebuster from Trent, who quickly crawls over to tag in the Mad Man. Martinez gets into the ring and starts hitting the somewhat tired Keyser with some right hands, Jordan hits the mat and bounces up, and is met with another. The crowd counts shots with the shots coming...(1.... 2.... 3.... 4...) and after four, Jordan stays on the mat. Martinez quickly covers.
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TW--Jordan Kicks out!
Bloom: Did he think he'd get a superstar of Jordan's caliber out of the match that easily? Jordan is a top notch superstar.
Gould: So is Martinez.
Torres: That's definitely debatable.
Martinez picks Jordan up and hits him with some right hands, before connecting with a vertical suplex, and getting to his feet, that vicious look in his eyes. He grabs Jordan by his hair and hits him hard with several right hands, putting him in a sitting position. Jordan swiftly is able to reach back behind Martinez, shoving him forward, sending him into a forward roll and covering out of nowhere.
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Martinez kicks out. Jordan gets to his feet, and the crowd cheers loudly, especially the section widely known as Jefferson's Army, right behind the commetnary table. We see finally that this is because Thad Jefferson is at the stage, at the mouth of the ramp, and holds the belt on his shoulder. He smiles and Jordan stares up at the stage, Jefferson slowly strutting down the ramp.
Bloom: What is he doing here? He has no business being here, he's not involved in this match at all!
Gould: Looks like he's just observing the opposition.
Torres: He has no right to be here, he's a distraction.
Jefferson stands at ringside and Jordan hits him hard with a baseball slide. Martinez is up now and hits Jordan with a huge clothesline before being clobbered by a now active Gunner Hughes. Trent Brown comes from out of nowhere and hits Gunner with a clothesline, sending both of them out of the ring. Martinez slowly gets up and maneuvers swiftly for a man of his stature, sending Jordan to the mat and locking in the Grinning Crippler! Jordan eventually taps out, and Martinez gets up, but his music doesn't play as a huge brawl starts in the ring, all six men being a part of it. It continues on for a couple of minutes before we finally fade to black.
Winners: Martinez/Brown via Submission
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen welcome to yet another editioin of NAW Meltdown! I'm Malcolm Gould, alongside my broadcast partner Jim Torres!
Torres: And don't forget our guest, Gould. We're also being accompanied by one Mr. Isaac Bloom. Many of you at home might know of him as a minority owner, and the official attorney for the NAW, and he's been so kind as to grace us with his presence.
Bloom: Thanks for the kind introduction, Jim. That's what separates you from...the pack...
Gould heaves a sigh as "Now We Run" fades out and the pyros stop. Then from out of nowhere, the rough guitar of Tom Morello rings out around the arena, and the fans pop loudly as Rage Against The Machine's "Bulls on Parade" blasts. Several fans in the front row are seen jamming and rocking out to it, headbanging intensely.
Bloom: And here we see a prime example of "The Pack" that I just mentioned.
Gould: That's right, ladies and gentlemen, what you see before you is the NAW Chaos Champion. This man has worked hard for his entire time here, and it's finally paid off for him.
Torres: Against a two bit joke though. Does it really count?
Gould: It did go down in the record books as official.
Sebastian Jankowski runs out onto the stage, holding his Chaos Championship high in the air. A huge smile is seen on his face as he heads to both sides of the stage, then stands at the center and starts on his way down, taking extra time to greet the younger fans who cheeer the loudest for him.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome your NAW Chaos Champion.... Sebastian Jankowski!
Jankowski slides into the ring, grabbing the belt and running to one corner, hopping up and keeping incredible balance as he stands on the middle turnbuckle, holding the belt high, staring straight at Torres, Gould, and Bloom. Gould gives him a thumbs up while Torres shakes his head. He gets down and walks over to the other side, still holding the belt high, and the crowd continues to cheer loudly for him. His music fades out as he is handed a microphone and the crowd begins to quiet down.
Jankowski: Wow, you guys are the greatest!
Another loud pop, and Jankowski eats the cheers right up.
Bloom: Come on, what is this waste of time?
Gould: It's called a new champion, give him some time to get over it, will you?
Jankowski: Thank you so much. I've worked so hard to get to this point, you don't even understand how much it means to me. And now, you see, I'm a champion. I'm at the highest point in my career so far. And it's your fault!
He points to a random kid in the audience.
Jankowski: And yours...and yours...
He continues to do this a few times before pausing again.
Jankowski: It's all of you, it's your fault that I'm here, you see...because without you, I would have given up a long time ago. I would have just quit if it wasn't for the never ending support that you all give me every time I take to the ring. Every time I hit the Backflip Disaster or the Destroyer, or even a simple lariat. You show me love, and it keeps me going.
He sighs and looks around, a huge smile on his face.
Jankowski: And now you guys have made me a champion. Thank you for that.
He looks around at the fans who continue to cheer him on, now with a "Go-Se-Bas-Tian *clap clap* *clap clap clap*" chant going on, and he smiles even wider now because of it.
Jankowski: But all that this championship has done is seen people get hurt, and it's caused quite the shortening of a once sizeable roster. Which is why I would like to make a few changes. First, this belt will not be defended on every show.
The crowd seems a little less than impressed.
Jankowski: And it won't be defended under Hardcore Rules every time, as it has been.
Gould: This is interesting...
Torres: This is ridiculous! It's what the belt is for!
Jankowski: That is, if the owner, Alex Morgan, will allow these changes.
Torres: Now he's all sucking up to the boss.
Jankowski pauses again for a few seconds, then finally adjusts his belt.
Jankowski: I would also like for a name change. Since it won't be causing the mayhem, carnage, and well...Chaos...that it has, I would like it to not be called the Chaos Title anymore. Because I see great things coming for the NAW on the horizon, and I want to reflect that. I would like to rename it the Horizon Championship, once again, if it flies with the big man.
Another pause.
Jankowski: I would also like to chip in my two cents on the first number one contender for the championship, and that will come at the next show. Tonight I will be hard at work, scouting the roster and seeing who deserves a crack at it, and I'll let the boss man know, but until then, we have a show to run! Let's go guys!
Jankowski tosses the microphone back to the timekeeper's table and hands the belt to Mark Lansing, who takes to the ring as Bulls on Parade continues to play and we cut to our first commercial break of the evening.
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When we get back from commercial, Nightkrow is finishing his trek to the ring while the other two men wait for him. He slides into the ring, and right away, Willy is attacking both men, and doing a good job of keeping them at bay, hitting Jankowski with a few right hands, then Nightkrow, Jankowski, and finally hitting a Clothesline that sends Nightkrow over the top rope and spilling to the outside. He turns and is met with a Dropkick from Jankowski before he can react.
Gould: And the champion showing why he is just that.
Bloom: Yeah, but it's a third tier belt, is he really the champion of anything?
Torres: The champion of CHAOS!
Bloom: Yeah...that...
Bloom and Torres share a laugh as Jankowski tosses Willy over the top rope, who tumbles out onto the floor on top of Nightkrow, who is still getting up. Jankowski then holds his arms out and lets out a battle cry, charging with a suicide dive over the top rope and to the outside, the crowd going nuts over the takedown by the White-Red Kid. Jankowski takes Willy by the hair, slamming his head into the ring post multiple times before finally tossing him off to the side, then hitting Nightkrow with a running Crossbody, getting right to his feet, a huge smile on his face as he chases Willy into the ring. He slides in behind Willy, who is to his feet, and he stomps on Jankowski once to keep him down. He stomps again, and goes for a third, but Jankowski rolls out of the way and gets up, hitting Willy with a few right hands. Willy omes back at him, and he actually has Jankowski leaning onto a rope. Willy goes to whip Jankowski across the ring, but Jankowski holds himself and hits Willy with a Clothesline.
Gould: Anybody still wanna make comments about Jankowski not being very good?
Torres: Well i mean, neither are these opponents, so he's not proving a whole lot.
Jankowski picks Willy up, and Willy shoves him, then kicks him a few times in the side before shoving him into a corner. He charges the corner and hits a corner Dropkick on Jankowski, which sends the Polish superstar crumpling to the mat. Willy gets up and is met from behind with a Bulldog from Nightkrow, who gets to his feet right away and picks Willy up, planting him right in the center of the ring with a huge DDT. He immediately covers.
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And Willy kicks out at the last second. Nightkrow plants him with another DDT, but this time gets up and turns around, being met with the Destroyer by Jankowski! He feeds off of the sudden excitement from the fans, and after a Backflip Destroyer, he covers Willy, and picks up the pinfall victory!
Rebecca: Here is your winner....Sebastian Jankowski!
Gould: And his first victory since becoming the champion is official! We have ourselves a streak!
Torres: A streak over two losers is no streak to be proud of.
Jankowski gets to his feet and grabs the belt, holding his arms high as "Bulls on Parade" blasts, and the fans continue to cheer as he heads up the ramp, clearly overly excited about your basic victory.
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We cut backstage where outside of Alex Morgan’s office Khan is on hands and knees being kicked and stomped by the joint force of Jenny Smith and Katherine Brock! Nearby sits a bloody-faced Jake Norton against a wall of the corridor, and a folded steel chair with blood smeared across its dented center lays at the feet of a dazed Norton, who was likely struck by Jenny Smith seeing how close she is to Khan’s manager. Farah Khan cannot defend herself any longer as her humbled posture gives way, and thus Khan is flat on her stomach with her head turned to the left side; blood flows out of the back of Khan’s skull too now. Through the broadcasted surveillance feed ringside and home viewers watch this assault: Smith and Katherine are seen shaking hands on a job well done before running away as arena’s security finally arrive for the rescue.
We then cut immediately to ringside to see the two shocked commentators and Isaac Bloom.
Gould: Wow, that's a vicious, vicious assault, and I can assure you that we will be receiving an update on the condition of Farah Khan at some point.
Torres: Wow, never thought anyone had it in them to actually take Khan out, figured she'd become an unstoppable force in our women's division.
Gould: And we'll be right back...
The scene cuts to commercial.
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Gould: Alright, welcome back everybody! One match in the books, and we're ready to start the second one. This one has a ton of promise, featuring one of the most exciting new talents we've had in a while, going head-to-head with one of the most recognized and highly decorated veterans in the NAW. Ladies and gentlemen, let's get ready for Goldin vs Fraggle!
Torres: Really? Goldin? Exciting? Come on, man. This is his first match in the NAW, Malcolm. Do we really have any clue what this guy is?
Gould: Obviously he's talented, or Morgan wouldn't have signed him.
Torres: Ahh, yes, faultless logic that undoubtedly applies to Steele Matthews, Kid Ant, Mark Nutt, and Randy Reume. How do you know Brett Goldin won't end up being just like the endless parade of underachievers we've had to suffer through in the last four months?
Gould: Why don't we just watch and see? Let's cut down to ringside.
-We cut to the ring, where the lovely Rebecca is waiting to make our introductions.-
Rebecca: Introducing first!
"Boom" by POD hits the speakers, coming in fast and loud from the start. Brett Goldin steps out onto the stage, arms raised and a grin on his face. The crowd, seemingly anticipating good things, gives him a respectable welcome, getting to their feet and cheering as the NAW's newest hire makes his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: He's here tonight representing Miami, Florida, standing six feet, three inches, and tipping the scales at two hundred thirty three pounds...making his NAW debut..."The Golden One" BRETT GOOOLLLDDIINNNNN!!!
Goldin savors the crowd reaction from the top of the ramp, then makes his way to the ring, slapping and shaking hands, giving fist bumps, even pausing to pose for a few pictures with young fans as he makes his way to the ring.
Gould: It's nice to see a new guy that interacts well with the crowd, Jim. The guy obviously appreciates the welcome, and he's demonstrating it all the way to the ring.
Torres: Sure, Malcolm. What's not to love about an overconfident showboat sucking up to the mindless sycophants we call fans. Why, oh why can't we have more of THAT around here...
Goldin climbs into the ring and leans up against the ropes, facing the stage, and waits.
Rebecca: And his opponent!
Storytime by Nightwish hits the speakers, and David Fraggle steps out onto the stage. The crowd boos, but Fraggle ignores them. He stares down at Goldin, focused and intent. Goldin grins back as Fraggle begins to make his way down the ramp, eyes on Goldin like a predator stalking his prey.
Rebecca: Standing five feet, seven inches, and weighing in at one hundred fifty pounds, hailing from Parts Unknown...he is one half of the NAW Tag Team Champions..."The Puppet Master" DAVID FRRAAGGLLLEEEE!!!
Fraggle gets to the bottom of the ramp and climbs into the ring. The referee steps to the middle of the ring, then turns and calls for the bell.
Gould: Here we go! This should be a great match, and we are underway!
Goldin wears a confident smirk as the two men come to the center of the ring, but Fraggle immediately lunges at Goldin's knees. Goldin tries to step back, but Fraggle catches him around the legs and drags him to the mat, rolling over as he does, getting Goldin wrapped up in a small package. The referee drops to make the count, but Goldin kicks out quickly and both men lunge to their feet. The smirk is gone from Goldin's face, and is replaced by a wary and determined scowl.
Gould: Fraggle tried to end this one quickly, but Goldin breaks free. I don't think it's going to be that easy against the talented Goldin.
Fraggle circles Goldin, feigning attackes every few steps. Goldin reacts to each one, flinching as Fraggle fakes another lunge, then pulls back, sizing Brett up. Goldin quickly tires of the game, and on Fraggle's next lunge, Goldin meets him with a clothesline, wrenching his neck as he takes him to the mat. The Puppet Master tries to roll away to get to his feet, but Goldin is on him in a hurry, putting boots to Fraggle's ribs and stomping on his back.
Gould: Goldin with a little offense, here. Let's see what he can do with the advantage...
Goldin lifts Fraggle off the mat, then whips him into the ropes. Fraggle bounces off, and is met almost immediately with another clothesline. Fraggle hits the mat hard, nearly bouncing back to his feet from the force of the blow. Goldin steps away, letting Fraggle get to his feet. David turns to face Goldin, and is met with a knee to the stomach. As Fraggle doubles over, Goldin grabs an arm, pulls it through Fraggle's legs, and lifts him into the air, using the arm to spin Fraggle over with a pumphandle slam.
Gould: Big pumphandle slam from Goldin! The Golden one covers!
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Kickout!
Torres: You know, if Fraggle would quit messing around here, I might make it home in time to watch the rest of Breaking Bad on Netflix. Come on, David! Stop screwing around and put this kid out of his misery.
Goldin brushes his hair back out of his face, frustrated at the lack of results from the pin. He pulls Fraggle back up to his feet and lifts him in the air, going for a Gorilla Press Slam. Fraggle starts fighting, and before Goldin can finish the move, Fraggle drops to the ground behind him, grabbing Brett's head on the way down and pulling him into a vicious neckbreaker. Goldin crumples to the ground, but Fraggle is in no shape to go for the pin. He limps over to the ropes, still holding his back from the pumphandle slam Goldin put him through moments ago.
Gould: Fraggle looks like he could gain the upper hand here, but if he wants to beat Goldin, he's going to have to take advantage of this.
Fraggle looks down at Goldin, grins, and makes for the top turnbuckle. Goldin starts to stir, and slowly gets to his feet. Fraggle gets into position to leap off the top rope, but Goldin is on his feet. Brett sees Fraggle and rushes the corner, but not soon enough. Fraggle leaps off, twisting in mid-air and pulling Goldin head first onto the mat with a Hurricanrana. Fraggle goes for the pin.
Gould: Pin by Fraggle!
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Kickout!
Gould: Fraggle just couldn't hold onto the bigger Goldin right there. Goldin simply powered out of that pin. I'm afraid if Fraggle wants to pull off the pin, he's going to have to knock Goldin out.
Torres: Just watch, Malcolm. I'm willing to bet that Fraggle starts going after that soft, enlarged head Goldin has.
Fraggle gets to his feet, seemingly gaining energy as we go along. Goldin is a little slower to get up. Fraggle grabs Goldin by the hair and whips him into a corner. The Golden One hits the turnbuckle, and takes a shoulder to the chest from Fraggle, who followed almost immediately after. Fraggle stays with it, hitting Goldin with a series of knife edge chops to the chest, causing the bigger man to sink a little lower into the corner. Fraggle jumps onto the first rope, and pounds Goldin in the head with a few punches, driving Goldin into a sitting position in the corner. With Goldin on the ground, Fraggle leaps off the first rope and comes straight down, driving an elbow into the forehead of Brett Goldin.
Gould: Fraggle is doing a great job of staying on the offensive here. It looks like he's beginning to wear Goldin down.
Fraggle gets up, takes a couple steps back, then lunges forward, driving a knee into the side of Goldin's head. Goldin doesn't take the damage well, and sags into the corner, the numerous blows to the head appearing to have taken their toll. Fraggle drags Goldin out of the corner, then goes back to the top turnbuckle. He makes a few rude gestures to the crowd, then leaps off, going for a top rope splash. He comes down right onto a knee to the stomach from Goldin, who managed to counter at just the last second.
Torres: God dammit. Now we have to endure more of this.
Fraggle goes to the mat, gasping for air. Goldin gets slowly to his feet, trying to shake off the stars that must be circling his head. He leans against the ropes for a moment to recover, then walks back over to Fraggle. After a few stomps to the midsection, Goldin pulls Fraggle to his feet, then drops him right back to the mat with a big roundhouse kick.
Gould: oooh! Big kick from Goldin right there. He caught Fraggle right in the chest, which can't be good for a guy that just got the wind knocked out of him. I gotta say, Brett Goldin is showing some ring savvy here tonight, Jim.
Goldin pulls Fraggle up and pushes him into a corner, then leans down and drives his shoulder into Fraggle's midsection, still working on the Puppet Master's wind. As the crowd counts, Goldin gets into a rythem, continuing to drive his shoulder into the stomach of Fraggle.
Crowd:
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Finally Goldin pulls back and whips Fraggle across the ring. He follows quickly, this time putting his knee into Fraggle's gut. Goldin backs up as Fraggle staggers back out of the corner, doubling over. Goldin grabs Fraggle, puts Fraggle's head between his knees, then lifts him up and takes about four running steps, then drives Fraggle hard into the mat with a running powerbom. He drops for the pin.
Gould: This could be it!
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Kickout!
Gould: My god, how did Fraggle kick out of that?
Goldin gets to his feet, an expression of disbelief on his face. He reaches down, lifts Fraggle, and holds him over his head.
Gould: Goldin's going for another Gorilla Press Slam! This could be it!
Fraggle comes to life, twisting and kicking. Goldin tries valiently to hold him, but in the end he can't. Fraggle drops, and catches the ropes with his feet. He uses the ropes to springboard into the air, grabbing Goldin's head as he does. Fraggle twists in mid-air, wrenching Goldin's head and pulling him head first onto the mat with a tornado ddt.
Gould: Fraggle counters! I can't believe it! Fraggle goes for the pin!
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Gould: This one's over, folks! David Fraggle comes out on top! What a match from these two, but David Fraggle just proved why he's one of the best in the business!
Storytime by Nightwish hits the PA system, and the crowd is somewhat mixed, though we do get quite a few cheers for the veteran, as his music cuts, and we see Isaac Bloom stand up at the commentary table, taking off his headset and grabbing a microphone.
Bloom: Well, Fraggle, I do believe congratulations are in order, that was definitely a great display. Too bad nobody will remember it after I give you this news. After some...things we've discovered...although I'm not at the liberty to divulge the information of what "things" were discovered, I have no choice except to announce your indefinite suspension, and the stripping of your tag team championships alongside Euan Dante.
Fraggle looks shocked, appalled, and incredibly upset at the announcement.
Bloom: You can exit the arena immediately, unless you have to be escorted, which won't make you look any better. I'd suggest you get out of my ring, now.
Fraggle continues to look highly upset, and shakes his head as we see Bloom start to go to the ring, and Mitch Thompson and three other guards come out from behind the curtain, making their way to the ring as well. Bloom stands next to the commentary table, a smirk on his face, and Fraggle and Dante don't struggle with Thompson and the guards, making their way out of the now silent arena. Bloom looks over at the now vacant tag team championships, and continues to smirk as we go to commercial.
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We come back to the arena where we see Malcolm Gould, Jim Torres, and Isaac Bloom again.
Gould: Welcome back ladies and gentlemen, to one of the wackiest editions of Meltdown in recent history. We've seen Jankowski announcing a change of plans for the Chaos Championship, Farah Khan and Jake Norton being beaten down, and David Fraggle being suspended indefinitely, his tag team championships going into limbo!
Torres: I'm sure it's for the best though.
Bloom: Yes, definitely for the best.
The crowd erupts at the sound of "A Lesson in Violence" by Exodus, the theme song of your still reigning NAW TV Champion, Joe Martinez. The lights black out, all except for a red spotlight, which swirls around and essentially consumes our audience. A lot of fans are seen headbanging to the music, and finally, we get a glimpse of the champ, standing atop the stage, looking around at the fans. He sees the cheering faces and starts to make his way down the ramp, giving a few a nod of the head, and stops toward the bottom to adjust his belt.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match, scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Aztec, New Mexico... He is your current reigning NAW Television Champion..... Joe "The Madman" Martinez!
The crowd continues to cheer as he slides the belt into the ring, then slides himself into the ring, getting up and holding the belt. He hands it off to someone at the commentary table, then glances over at Isaac Bloom who is sitting near the commentary staff. Bloom gives Martinez a smirk and nod, and Martinez just continues to glare right through him as "Warrior's Call" by Volbeat hits the PA system. The crowd is mixed now, as Trent Brown and Katherine Brock-Brown are seen on the stage. They stare at the fans and Katherine gives a wave, her Femme Fatale Championship slung over her shoulder. Trent starts on his way down the ramp, side by side with his beautiful wife, and the crowd keeps giving them mixed reactions. Trent gets into the ring and stares over at Martinez, who stares right back.
Rebecca: And his partner, being accompanied by his wife Katherine..... From Dublin, Ireland.... Trent Brown!
The two finally stand on the commentary side of the ring, while the crowd continues to cheer. After a few moments of silence, "King of Kings" by Motorhead hits the PA system, and after a few pyros explode at the stage, we see a glimpse of the former NAW champion, Jordan Keyser. He starts on his way down to the ring, staring at the fans who are going wild with boos. He stands halfway down the ramp and completely stops, staring at the two men in teh ring.
Rebecca: And the opponent, he is a member of the Public Enemies.... the Executioner.... Jordan Keyser!
Jordan continues to stare as his music fades out. This makes way for the shotgun blast that everyone knows, and "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple begins to play. After several seconds, we see Gunner Hughes standing tall at the stage, and Tyson Phoenix right next to him. The two start to make their way down the ramp now, stopping next to Jordan, with Tyson in the center of the trio, and they stand there and stare, Tyson with his cocky smirk the whole time, mouthing some trash talk.
Rebecca: And his tag team partner, he is also part of the Public Enemies.... Gunner Hughes!
The three men make their way down the ramp, Gunner climbing up onto the apron and Jordan moving to a side of the ring and sliding in. The two get into the ring as the music fades out, and they stare down the opposition as Tyson takes a seat at ringside after shaking the hand of Isaac Bloom. He grabs a seat, though he doesn't wear a headset, and the teams stand in their corners and talk for a second as the music fades out. They decide on Trent and Gunner to start the match as Martinez and Jordan get out onto the apron. The bell rings and the men in the ring lock up. Gunner is able to get the clear advantage, shoving Trent around for a few seconds before finally taking him down with a quick shove and trip. Trent gets up quickly, not wanting to seem like a fool, and charges at Gunner, who sidesteps him, and he attacks the turnbuckle.
Bloom: Wow, I know there is brain and braun, but really? What do you suppose Katherine sees in this guy anyway?
Gould: She's in love with him, and he treats her nice, so ya know. It works.
The two stare each other down again, Jordan shouting encouragement into the ring at his partner, and Gunner grabs Trent, throwing him hard into the turnbuckle and hitting him hard with some stomps and kicks at him. He holds a boot to the chest of Trent and presses as hard as he can, pushing all of the breath out of the Irish Renegade and depriving him of any more oxygen. This lasts a few seconds until Eddie Higgins tells him to back off, and he reluctantly does so. Trent falls to the mat, crawling toward Martinez, and Gunner kicks him in the ribs, not hard enough to do real damage, but enough to move him away from Martinez and still keep him grounded. He grabs Trent and whips him to the corner where Jordan is, and Jordan holds a knee up and in the ring, hitting Trent with it in the spine as he falls to the mat in pain again.
Torres: And this is the perfect way to cut the ring in half. A clear smart move.
Gould: Yeah, what with the cheating and whatnot.
Torres: He's being resourceful. Using any advantage possible. He's being an opportunist.
Trent slowly gets to his feet and is met with an uppercut from Gunner, then another that throws him right back into the corner. Gunner tags Jordan in, and Jordan quickly starts kicking Trent in the ribs as Gunner gets out onto the apron. Jordan pulls Trent to the center of the ring and hits him hard with some rights before planting him with a DDT and quickly goes for the cover.
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Kickout by Trent. Trent rolls over and reaches for the ropes, but Jordan pulls him back to the center of the ring, locking in a camel clutch, and Trent wails in pain. He keeps on fighting, trying to figure out any way possible to slither over to get some sort of break. He does manage to move some, but it doesn't get him very far before he stops fighting it. Just as he's about to tap out, Martinez hits Jordan in the back of the head with a running knee to make the save and force a break. Gunner gets into the ring quickly and fights Martinez, hitting him hard with some right hands before tossing him over the top rope and out of the ring, getting out himself as the two begin to brawl on the outside.
Gould: And this is where chaos begins to ensue, I do believe.
Torres: Of course, that's the way of the big tag team match.
Trent is able to get to his feet before Jordan can totally get his bearings back, and the two stare each other down. They lock up, and this time Trent gets the advantage, sending Jordan down with an arm drag. They both quickly get up, and Trent charges, hitting Jordan with a clothesline that sends them both to the outside. Not wanting to get too chaotic though, after they fight on the outside for a few seconds, Jordan slides back into the ring. Trent goes to slide in as well, but is stomped on a few times before Jordan digs a knee into his spine and grabs his chin, pulling him back up and causing all sorts of pressure. There is a forced break as they're next to the ropes, but it's still a painful move. Jordan stands tall, looking proud of what he's got going for him, and he picks Trent up. He hits him with a few uppercuts, holding him still the whole time so Trent doesn't fall. He finally ends the sequence with a DDT that causes a huge pop from the crowd, but immediately a bunch of boos as Jordan makes some arrogant faces and gestures.
Torres: Look at this beautiful display, Gould. This is what wrestling is all about. Being the best guy in that ring.
Gould: Yeah, but look at the brawl going on on the outside.
We show a clip of the outside, where Madman just slammed Gunner's face into the ring stairs three times, then threw him into the guardrail, sending him over it and into the crowd. Madman takes this opportunity to climb back onto the apron, and Jordan charges at him, but Martinez sticks his head in the ropes and headbutts the charging Jordan, and when Jordan turns around, he's met with a Rotating Spinebuster from Trent, who quickly crawls over to tag in the Mad Man. Martinez gets into the ring and starts hitting the somewhat tired Keyser with some right hands, Jordan hits the mat and bounces up, and is met with another. The crowd counts shots with the shots coming...(1.... 2.... 3.... 4...) and after four, Jordan stays on the mat. Martinez quickly covers.
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TW--Jordan Kicks out!
Bloom: Did he think he'd get a superstar of Jordan's caliber out of the match that easily? Jordan is a top notch superstar.
Gould: So is Martinez.
Torres: That's definitely debatable.
Martinez picks Jordan up and hits him with some right hands, before connecting with a vertical suplex, and getting to his feet, that vicious look in his eyes. He grabs Jordan by his hair and hits him hard with several right hands, putting him in a sitting position. Jordan swiftly is able to reach back behind Martinez, shoving him forward, sending him into a forward roll and covering out of nowhere.
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Martinez kicks out. Jordan gets to his feet, and the crowd cheers loudly, especially the section widely known as Jefferson's Army, right behind the commetnary table. We see finally that this is because Thad Jefferson is at the stage, at the mouth of the ramp, and holds the belt on his shoulder. He smiles and Jordan stares up at the stage, Jefferson slowly strutting down the ramp.
Bloom: What is he doing here? He has no business being here, he's not involved in this match at all!
Gould: Looks like he's just observing the opposition.
Torres: He has no right to be here, he's a distraction.
Jefferson stands at ringside and Jordan hits him hard with a baseball slide. Martinez is up now and hits Jordan with a huge clothesline before being clobbered by a now active Gunner Hughes. Trent Brown comes from out of nowhere and hits Gunner with a clothesline, sending both of them out of the ring. Martinez slowly gets up and maneuvers swiftly for a man of his stature, sending Jordan to the mat and locking in the Grinning Crippler! Jordan eventually taps out, and Martinez gets up, but his music doesn't play as a huge brawl starts in the ring, all six men being a part of it. It continues on for a couple of minutes before we finally fade to black.
Winners: Martinez/Brown via Submission