Post by Alice White on Nov 5, 2013 14:25:43 GMT -5
NAW Revenge!
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The NAW Logo appears, followed closely by the CWC logo. The screen is black and silent, until we hear a quick paced drum beat, and we finally start to see some video clips as AFI's "Wild" plays on. The clips feature all of the NAW favorites, a shot of Farah Khan kicking Jenny Smith, a shot of Sebastian Jankowski hitting the Backflip Disaster on a now released Patrick Sparkman, Gunner Hughes slamming Sebastian into the mat, Jordan Keyser hitting the Perfect Execution, and it goes on and on for most of the song. Near the end though, we come to the arena. The crowd is alive and louder than ever as we pan around the Dean Smith Center, home of the North Carolina Tar Heels basketball team, and a pyro display goes off around the stage. The arena is laid out similar to this, though with NAW logos around instead of that. The skull opening is the only thing that's exactly the same.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to NAW REVENGE! This night is going to be huge, and I am totally pumped up.
Torres: That's not saying a lot, you get pumped up for anything just more over-the-top than a McDonald's burger.
Gould: Really? It starts so soon? Just get excited for a show for once.
Torres: Oh, I'm excited, I'm just not a big turd about it.
Gould sighs as the music stops and the crowd goes silent as well. The lights then go black, and after a few seconds, "Night of the Wolf" by Saxon begins to play over the PA system. Spotlights begin to swirl around the arena, captivating members of the audience until they all meet at the stage. Standing just a few feet in front of the giant opening at the mouth of the skull is one of the newest acquisitions of NAW, Davey Vansen. He has his head bowed to the floor. He stays like that for several seconds until he finally looks up. He scans the crowd for a few seconds before holding his arms out as blue and red pyros explode just behind him. He stands for another moment before heading down the entrance ramp slowly, staring at the ring ahead of him.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, this opening match is set for one fall, introducing first, from Warrington, England.... The Knight... DAVEY VANSEN!
He doesn't get a lot of reaction, being relatively new to the fans who don't keep up with NAW's signings, although fans who did their research and know more about him give him the appropriate welcome. He climbs up onto the ring and gets in, walking around it for a second before taking off his leather jacket and sitting it in his corner. He stretches out just a little bit more as his music fades out and the crowd goes quiet again until soft gentle bagpipes fill the arena with sound now. The crowd looks up at the stage, this time knowing exactly what they're in store for. This goes on for about a minute until they fade into an electric guitar as "Shoots and Ladders" by Korn continues on.
Torres: Here is a man we are all familiar with, and let me tell you, Davey Vansen may have his hands full with this guy, he's definitely a great talent.
Gould: No doubt that this is a tough guy, Jim, and I'm especially excited to see which of these men can come out on top.
Through the skull opening we get our first glimpse tonight of Garvan Bryant, looking around at the fans who give him a somewhat quiet reaction, though louder than they gave Vansen. Bryant stands at the stage for a few seconds as he also scans the crowd. He shakes his head in disappointment, which causes a few of the fans to boo loudly. He starts on his way down the ramp, yelling at some fans in the front row. He spots a member of Jefferson's Army and stares right at him, shouting at the fan, who looks incredibly proud of how he's presenting himself, though Bryant shouts about him being disgraceful and looking stupid. The fans boo louder as Bryant stops about half way and stares into the ring at Vansen.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Kilkenny, Ireland..... He is the Irish Curse.... GARVAN BRYANT!
Garvan slides into the ring, circling the ring a few times, yelling at the fans a bit, but keeping an eye open for Vansen to make sure he doesn't try anything funny. The music stops as Bryant goes to his corner. His music also fades, and the fans cheer as the competitors stand in their corners and stare each other down.
Garvan Bryant vs Davey Vansen
The men circle the ring slowly, staring each other down and looking for a weakness that they could exploit quickly. They both move in for the kill, locking up. It ends in a stalemate though, and they throw their arms down and step back, continuing to stare each other down. Finally, Garvan goes for a quick takedown, but Davey Vansen falls forward, bringing himself down on top of Bryant instead of falling backward like Garvan intended. Vansen uses this advantage to apply a quick front facelock, and pulls Garvan to his feet like that. He connects with a vertical Suplex, getting to his feet and quickly stepping back as Garvan gets up right after him. They lock up again, and Garvan sends Vansen to the mat with an arm drag, then when they get up he quickly uses his momentum to hit Vansen with a Dropkick then sends him into the nearby turnbuckle. He sends Vansen across the ring with a monkey flip and covers.
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Kickout by Vansen, and both men are back to their feet now. Garvan goes for another takedown, this time successful, and he climbs over Vansen and hits him with some right hands. He picks Vansen up and whips him into the corner, coming at Vansen again, who lifts a boot up to catch Garvan in the jaw.
Gould: Ruthless aggression by both men now, and what a way to start this show off.
Vansen picks Garvan up and whips him into the ropes, Garvan comes back and they both take each other down with simultaneous clotheslines. They both lie flat for a few seconds before Vansen starts to get up and Garvan does the same. Garvan ducks a few right hands before getting behind Vansen and going for a quick roll up pin.
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Kickout by Vansen, and Garvan looks mad about it. He stomps on Garvan a few times before he can get to his feet and picks him up, whipping him to the ropes and Vansen stops himself there, catching the ropes, Garvan looking for a dropkick, but not catching anything but air and hits the mat. Vansen runs right away and hits a low dropkick that hits Garvan in the face, taking him off the knee that he was up to at the time and he's flattened. Vansen hurries over and covers.
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And Garvan kicks out now!
Gould: A near fall for Vansen, but it's not quite enough to get the win yet!
Torres: Garvan Bryant isn't a pushover. It takes a lot of punishment to take him out.
Garvan rolls over onto his side, shaking the cobwebs as Vansen crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. Garvan gets up and charges at Vansen, who is leaning on the ropes now, and Vansen scoops him over himself and out to the outside. Garvan hits the floor hard and rolls onto his back in pain, laying flat and hurting. Vansen stumbles over to the corner, and he's going high risk! He climbs to the top rope and comes off after Garvan, hitting a Diving Crossbody that keeps both men on the floor for a few seconds as Lansing begins counting. (.....1 .....2) Vansen gets up slowly, Garvan crawling toward the ring. Vansen grabs Garvan by the hair and pulls him to his feet, throwing him toward the ring stairs. Garvan manages to catch himself and hop up onto the stairs. He gains his composure and jumps off the stairs backward, turning around and kicking Vansen with his shin, sending Vansen right back down! (.....3 .....4) Garvan gets to his feet slowly and pulls Vansen up, rolling him into the ring.
Gould: A vicious battle on the outside ends fairly early.
Garvan slides into the ring to end the count, and gets to his feet, waiting for Vansen to get up. As Vansen does, Garvan sets up, running at him and grabbing him to run to the turnbuckle, bouding off and completing the Irish Curse after locking in a Dragon Sleeper, and after about fifteen seconds of Vansen struggling he gives up and Garvan picks up the victory! Garvan lets go and gets to his feet as "Shoots and Ladders" plays, the crowd booing as he walks around with his arms in the air, head held high as he heads back up the ramp and Davey Vansen gets to his feet and stares up the ramp at him in seething anger.
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Alex Morgan is seen walking backstage with several folders in one hand, as Barry Lincoln is seen behind him, running toward him.
Lincoln: Mr. Morgan!
Morgan: Yes, Barry?
Lincoln: Mr. Morgan, the fans are dying to know. You said that you have huge news for us in the first show after Revenge at HQ, are those papers to do with it?
Lincoln points to the folders in Morgan's hand, and Morgan smiles and nods.
Morgan: Yes sir. I have a major announcement for the next edition of Meltdown. But unfortunately, that's all that I can reveal for now.
Morgan turns to head down the hall and Lincoln shrugs, heading back the other way from which he came.
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The crowd is on their feet as we come back to the front of the arena, and the cameras pan over to the ring as the cage is assembled, and the cage is attached to harness cables that have been sent down from the rafters.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, that is the terrible structure, a steel cage, being assembled for this next match. Katherine Brock-Brown got to choose the type of match for her title defense, and this is what she chose, and I'm worried that it wasn't a very good idea...
Torres: It was a brilliant idea. This is going to get intense, this is going to get violent, it's gonna be HUGE!
Gould: This could make or break either one of these ladies' careers, I just hope they're aware of what they're getting themselves into.
After the cage is totally assembled, the crew gets out of the way and back to where they came from, and take all the equipment back to the back of the arena. The silence is killing while we wait for something to happen now as "Bitch Please" hits the system. The crowd erupts in boos as the wonky-eyed Jake Norton comes out and holds his arms out to introduce Farah, who twerks her way to the stage through the skull opening, turning around and holding her arms out. She makes the title belt gesture around her waist as she goes down the ramp, Norton following close behind. He goes up close to one of the cameras, the lazy eye looking right into it as he lets out a vicious shout of "KHAAAAAAAN!" and laughs maniacally.
Rebecca: The following match is a cage match and is for the Femme Fatale Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied by Jake Norton, from Chi-Town..... FARAH KHAN!
Farah gets into the ring through the currently unlocked cage door, climbing up to one of the turnbuckles, flexing her "guns" so to speak, a grin on her face as she does so. She hops down and leans in the corner, staring at the stage, almost appearing to be in a staring contest with the skull. Her music stops, and the crowd also goes quiet. After several seconds of silence, "Fastest Girl in Town" by Miranda Lambert plays, and the crowd cheers loudly. Several younger male fans whistle loudly when Katherine is seen coming through the mouth of the skull in her gear, and she just shakes her head, a smile on her face. Trent is seen standing just a few steps behind her, and wearing a nice button down shirt. Katherine holds the belt high above her head, and the crowd cheers again as her and Trent head toward the ring. She stops and stares in through the open door at Khan for several seconds, Khan clearly lusting after the belt.
Rebecca: And her opponent, being accompanied by Trent Brown....She is the NAW Femme Fatale Champion.... KATHERINE BROCK-BROWN!
Katherine hands Eddie Higgins the title belt and he hands it off to a crew member as they get into the ring together. Mark Lansing locks the cage door as they all get in and stands outside with his hands behind his back. Higgins checks to make sure both ladies are ready to go and calls for the bell to ring.
Farah Khan vs Katherine Brock-Brown
Femme Fatale Championship
Cage Match
The two women circle the ring a couple of times, and Katherine stops once or twice to gauge Farah, who just wants to get things going. Trent shouts some encouragement in at Katherine, and Norton just stands motionless, staring in at the match. Katherine goes in for a lock up, and the two do. The lockup sends them both circling around the ring some more, trying to whip each other back and forth, and after several seconds, Khan finally throws some kicks to the ribs of Katherine, giving her an advantage so she can easily force Katherine into the corner and squish her there. She backs up a few steps and quickly goes for a Bicycle Kick in the corner, but Katherine ducks and when Farah turns around, she is met with a heel kick to the temple.
Gould: Great resilience by Katherine to get out of that corner, and an awesome shot there to give her an early advantage.
Torres: The early advantage means nothing, Gould. This is a wrestling contest, and it's still early.
Farah throws a few knee lifts Katherine's way, taking more breath from her with each shot before whipping her into the ropes. She doesn't hit the cage quite, comes back and Farah meets her with a Dropkick. She hops back to her feet and Norton applauds her lightly and she turns her attention right back to Katherine, who is getting up. She grabs Katherine by the hair, pulling her to her feet roughly, and throws two kicks to the midsection, then a kick right to Katherine's face, sending her immediately back down to the mat, and Katherine lays on the amt helplessly for a second before she can collect herself. Before she has a chance though, she is met with a bunch of stomps from Farah, and Farah runs to the corner, jumping up and springboarding off the second turnbuckle, turning around and meeting Katheirne with a kick to the temple coming off the springboard. She smiles as she looks at Norton, who tells her to keep going instead of trying to leave yet. She smiles and obliges, heading over to the hurting champion.
Gould: Come on, he's sick for thinking that Farah could win now, but she should keep beating on Katherine. It's sorta twisted.
Torres: Well nobody accused Norton of being a saint, did they? And he's not stupid, he knows how this works, and if he thought that she could get the win now, he would advise that. He knows what he's doing, Gould.
Khan grabs Katherine by the hair and yanks her to her feet, pulling her over to one side of the ring, nearest Trent, and throwing her face first into the steel, then smiles at Trent, who charges to the ring and grabs the cage links, pulling on them, letting his anger get the best of him. A few of the guys at ringside advise him to step back and calm down, and he shoves one of them away, pacing back and forth. Khan picks Katherine up and stands her straight, slapping her a few times, just playing with her, before looking for another Bicycle Kick. Katherine snaps out of her daze at the same time, and looks for a Dropkick, but the two awkwardly collide and flatten, leaving them both lifeless for a few seconds. Trent goes to the cage again, grabbing the links with his hands and shouting encouragement in to his wife, and Norton continues to stand, motionless, staring at the match in front of him. Khan slowly gets up, but Katherine is still showing no signs of life.
Gould: I think Katherine might really be hurt in there, she's not moving at all, even slightly.
Trent goes over to Lansing, telling him to unlock the cage so that he can check on Katherine, and Lansing explains to him that he can't let him in, only let one of the two women out. Trent argues with him for a few seconds before turning around and looking to calm down, takes a few deep breaths, he turns back around, hitting Lansing with the Lights Out, and is told by a few of the hands to leave ringside now. He keeps arguing with them, and Mitch Thompson is seen heading down the ramp with a few other security guards. They come down and Trent keeps fighting to stay down here, and Khan slowly gets up, staring at this and laughing. Trent throws his hat down in rage and storms up the ramp, Thompson and the other guards just behind him to make sure he doesn't try to come back down. Katherine has gotten up in this time, and despite Norton shouting for Khan to be aware of that, she isn't and Katherine is able to set up for and connect with The End, and both women are flattened again, laying on the mat. Katherine clutches her head, clearly in pain, as she rolls onto her stomach. She crawls to the ropes and pulls herself to her feet, and Khan starts to stir slightly.
Gould: Nothing can help Katherine at this point more than extra time, and that definitely got her some. Let's just hope she's okay.
Katherine starts to climb up the side of the cage now, getting about halfway before Khan is to her feet. She staggers over to where Katherine is and grabs her by the ankle. Katherine kicks at her, knocking her a few steps back, and Khan finally regains her composure, pulling at the ankle hard this time, almost ripping it right out of the socket to get her down, and Katherine comes down to the mat, landing on her feet, but awkwardly, and she leans on the ropes for support. Khan looks to climb up now, but Katherine hits her in the chin with an elbow and knocks her back. She comes back and Katherine spins around, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face first into the cage. Katherine limps around a bit to try to walk off the hurt in her leg, and she leans forward, clutching her head again. She leans over Khan as she goes to pick her up, and as she gets close, Khan swings her head up and hits Katherine square in the nose, sending her to the mat on her back as she writhes around holding her face. She moves her hand and we see blood just pouring from her nose.
Gould: Is her nose broken? Oh my God it's bleeding so bad.
Torres: It might be. Kudos to Khan if that can give her the upper hand to take the win here.
Khan rolls onto her stomach now and motions toward the cage door to have it unlocked, but Lansing is unconscious from Trent! She isn't aware that the door remains locked though, and Norton is shouting at her, telling her not to be stupid and whatnot, but in her daze, she must not hear. She grabs the door and pushes it to open it, and realizes that it's still locked. She uses it for support to pull herself to her feet, and Katherine gets up, still clutching her nose. Farah stumbles over to her and hits her in the jaw with a few right hands before whipping her into the corner. Farah then hits a huge Bicycle Kick right into Katherine in the corner, sending her lifeless to the mat. And with that, Farah begins to climb the cage, Norton applauding her the whole time, even going so far as to grab the Femme Fatale Championship belt so he can hand it to her. She is just about to the top when she looks down at Katherine, who is crawling in her general direction, and she sits at the top, one leg on either side of the cage, just watching her. She smirks as she begins climbing down the other side, Katherine diving at her trying to reach her through the cage somehow, which only knocks her off and onto the floor as the bell rings.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and new Femme Fatale Champion.... Farah Khan!
Farah slowly gets to her feet and Katherine sits in the middle of the ring on her knees, head hung low in sadness as she shakes her head, and Farah and Norton both head up the ramp, shit eating grins on their faces as the cage is pulled up to the rafters and Katherine puts her head in her hands before slowly getting to her feet and staring at the newly crowned champ.
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After a quick teaser promoting Holiday Fear, we come back to the arena, which has been cleared out from the last match. The crowd is on their feet and Barry Lincoln stands in the center of the ring, with the newly designed Horizon Championship in hand, Rebecca standing next to him.
Lincoln: The following match is a triple threat match and is for the NEW HORIZON CHAMPIONSHIP! The Horizon Championship is the product of a unification of the TV Title and Chaos Championship.
And with that, Limp Bizkit's "My Generation" hits the PA system, and the crowd cheers loudly. After a few seconds, some of the pyros go off wildly on the stage, and with that, we see all three members of Generaton Poland standing on the stage, Sebastian Jankowski in front and at the center, Mariposa to his left, Mateusz Bartkowiak to the right.
Rebecca: Introducing first, from Poznan, Poland..... The White-Red Kid..... SEBASTIAN JANKOWSKI!
He smiles and waves at the fans who are now on their feet before he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He runs to a far corner and jumps perfectly onto the second turnbuckle, doing a perfect backflip and landing on his feet before turning around and staring at the stage awaiting the opposition as Mateusz and Mariposa finish coming down to the ring and stand at ringside, greeting the fans that they pass. His music fades out and makes way for "A Lesson in Violence" by Exodus. The lights go out like normal, and the red spotlights go all over, getting the fans into their excited state that it never fails to do. But after about a minute, Martinez is nowhere to be found. The music fades out and the lights come back on, and the crowd, Sebastian, and the staff all look confused.
Gould: What's going on? Where's Madman?
Torres: Maybe he finally realized that he's not welcome here, so he left.
The two continue to bicker until the tron lights up to show Madman backstage, crouched down and doubled over in pain. Then we see an arm fly across the screen, punching him in the face. The camera pans to show Tyson Phoenix and Gunner Hughes double teaming him and pulling him toward the ring. They cross over the curtain and are now out on the stage, and the brawl continues down the ramp. Madman gets to fighting back, hitting Tyson with a few right hands, and when he turns around, Gunner hits him with a clothesline. The beatdown continues for a minute or two more, until Madman is lying lifeless on the floor just outside of the ring. And with that, we see a medical crew trying to come out and get him to leave the arena, but he won't let them, and he stumbles toward the ring, where Gunner waits for him. "Tom Sawyer" hits, and everyone turns their attention to the stage now where we see Alex Morgan.
Morgan: So that's how it is then, Gunner? Have these guys take care of your dirty work for you so your matches have that added element of easiness? That's disgraceful, and to think that I once thought of you as the best that this company had to offer, and a great presence to have in the locker room. Now I'm a man short in this match, and these fans aren't getting what they paid for, and that makes us look bad.
Morgan stops and looks around at the chaos that ensued, and shakes his head. He goes to speak again, but Madman now has a microphone.
Martinez: Don't waste your breath, Alex. I'm not bowing out of this match that easily. I'm in this for the long haul, and I ain't quittin' on account of no pansy ambush from the back.
Madman tosses the microphone aside and rolls into the ring, limping his way to one corner, and yelling to get the bell rung. Alex sighs.
Morgan: Oh alright then, I know you're not fit to compete though, Madman. Just let me say right now that if you get hurt in this match, I cannot be held liable. It's all on you.
Madman mouths that he doesn't care, he just wants to get going, and Morgan keeps on going.
Morgan: Oh, and one more thing. To prevent any more funny business, I want that cage lowered and a roof on it. You won't win by escaping the cage, it's still a traditional match in that sense, but that will keep anyone from trying to alter the way it goes.
Morgan leaves the arena now as we see the cage lowering and several crew members bring another piece of the cage out to complete the construction of the roof on top of it.
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We see a quick spot promoting the NAW's interfed, the CWC, showing the website www.wearecwc.com and the information including other member federations and the like.
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Martinez vs Jankowski vs Hughes
Horizon Championship
Cage Triple Threat
Can only win by pinfall or submission!
When we come back, the three men are in different corners, staring each other down. Phoenix and Generation Poland are still at ringside, they just can't get into the cage now. The bell rings, and the three men stare each other down. Madman and Jankowski double team Gunner right away, both of them going at him with right hands and chops. Gunner fights back, alternating rights to both of them, but the numbers game eventually gets to him, and he's forced back into a corner. Much like a cornered animal though, at one point he explodes, and sends Jankowski flying, also knocking Martinez back a step or two. Martinez comes back at him, but Gunner kicks him in the leg that he hurt during the backstage attack, and it drops Martinez down onto one knee, looking to be in pain, then Gunner boots him in the face to flatten him.
Torres: A smart move, utilizing the injury from earlier to his advantage.
Gould: God, that's such a disgraceful and dirty tactic. For shame, Gunner Hughes!
Gunner stomps on Martinez a few times, still taking advantage of the hurt leg until Jankowski comes from out of nowhere with a running Crossbody that takes Gunner down in a surprise shot. He hurries to his feet and runs to the ropes, with a springboard moonsault and a pin attempt.
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Kickout by Gunner right away. Jankowski hurries to his feet though, runs to the ropes again, coming off and getting hit by a vicious clothesline from Gunner. He looks down at Martinez again and looks to put him in some more pain, stomping on the injured leg. With each stomp, Martinez shouts in pain, and Tyson's smile gets bigger and bigger. Gunner puts a foot on the chest of Martinez to taunt while he goes for his own pin attempt.
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Jankowski hits Gunner from behind, knocking him off balance and causing him to nearly fall forward from the shot to the back of the head.
Torres: Stupid, stupid, Polishman. He's gonna get himself into a world of hurt right now I think.
Gunner turns to face Jankowski and hits him with some huge right hands before dragging him over to one side of the ring and slamming his face repeatedly into the cage. He throws him to the mat and goes for a cover.
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kickout by Jankowski and the crowd pops loudly. Jankowski crawls to a corner and pulls himself up, and Gunner charges at him, looking for a running boot, but Jankowski ducks and Gunner boots the corner of the cage, looking like he jammed his knee in the process. He holds his leg for a second and when he turns around, he is met with a Dropkick that sends him into the corner. Jankowski runs around, excited, and comes back, meeting Gunner and hitting him hard with an Enziguiri. He goes for a cover now.
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Gunner powers out and sends Jankowski into the air and across the ring. When Gunner gets to his feet, he is met with a huge running shoulder block from Martinez that sends him back into the cage. Martinez grabs him by the hair and slams his face into the cage once, and Gunner returns the favor several times, until Madman's face is bloodied up. He then steps back and throws Madman full forced into the side with enough force to shake the entire structure. He goes for another cover.
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Sebastian with a save in the nick of time, and he grabs Gunner by the hair, now throwing him into the same part of the cage that Gunner threw Madman into, and it collapses a side of the cage, creating an opening! Martinez is getting to his feet and Sebastian tosses Gunner to the outside, Gunner rolling across the fallen cage and pulling himself up with the help of the rail. Sebastian comes off the top rope in a springboard, hitting a Dropkick that sends Gunner over thr rail into a few fans in the front row now, and Martinez limps out to join in on the action, looking to climb over into the fans, but Gunner shoves him back and he hits the floor.
Gould: This is getting way out of hand way too fast.
Torres: This is crazy, but I don't think there is such a thing as "too out of hand," so this is just right.
Gunner grabs Martinez by the leg and kicks him in the back of the knee a few times before locking in a Figure Four Leg Lock. Tyson gets down in Madman's face to taunt him a bit, and Higgins yells at him to back off. Tyson does for a few seconds before laying a cheap shot on Jankowski when no one was looking. Gunner lets go of Martinez and goes after Jankowski, who throws him into the nearest side of the cage that hasn't been knocked down, then climbs up it. Gunner follows him up, the two brawl on top, alternating right hands.
Gould: This can't be good, that doesn't look safe.
Torres: It's not. That's the beauty of it, Gould. This is gonna be so much fun!
Martinez gets to his feet slowly, but stumbles and falls right away, not able to stay on his feet with his injured leg. He crawls over to the cage, pulling himself up with it, and when Tyson comes at him, he hits Tyson hard with a right hand, flattening him. He climbs up the side of the cage, slowly with his bum leg being effectively useless and holding him back, and he gets to the top after a while, where Gunner is stomping on a downed Jankowski. Martinez gets on one knee and is met with a boot from Gunner, who picks him back up. The two fight on the top of the cage for a few seconds, but Gunner grabs Martinez by the hair and throws him off the side, right through the commentary table! Gould and Torres get caught up in it, but were able to roll their chairs out of the way in time, so they weren't hurt. Martinez is lifeless now though, and the medical crew hurries to get to him. Gunner picks Jankowski up and after a slow setup, is able to connect with a Powerbomb that collapses the rest of the cage to the outside, leaving just the roof hanging as both men fall through a break in it, and both men are lifeless in the center of the ring now for several seconds. The crowd is in awe, not even cheering, but in shock and surprise, worried about both men as Martinez is stretchered out of the arena. Gunner begins to stir after a good thirty seconds, as he crawls over to cover Jankowski.
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THREE---NO!
Gould: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! JANKOWSKI JUST GOT A SHOULDER UP LITERALLY JUST IN TIME TO KEEP THE MATCH ALIVE!
Gunner looks at Jankowski in shock, not able to believe that Jankowski just got a shoulder up, but Higgins holds up the two fingers to Gunner, who gets to his feet in rage, but after it subsides, falls back down. Higgins is ready to call the match a No Contest, but both men crawl around trying to get to their feet, but can't get to the ropes for support very fast. Tyson gets into the ring and picks Gunner up, helping him over to Jankowski, who is slowly getting up. Gunner grabs Jankowski and looks to whip him to the ropes, but Jankowski sloppily stops himself, hitting Higgins in the process as he falls to the mat in exhaustion. Tyson goes over to Jankowski himself and hits his finisher, the Power Chord, before putting Gunner over him and reviving the ref. After Higgins sees Gunner covering Jankowski, he counts.
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THREE!
"Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple hits, and the crowd boos loudly as Tyson Phoenix grabs the Horizon Championship and hands it to Gunner, who he helps to the outside and up the ramp. Generation Poland crowds the ring to check on Jankowski, who lays lifeless in the ring now, and we go to a little thing with Malcolm Gould promoting NAWShop.com.
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NAW Championship Match
Jordan Keyser vs Thad Jefferson(C)
We cut back to the arena where we have the crowd totally on their feet as we hear the thud of drums drown out the crowd noise. As the crowd continues to cheer him on, mostly Jefferson's Army, which is around 1/4 of the crowd this evening. The drums pick up, and he appears from behind the curtain, a hoodie covering his face, and the only thing that really gives away that it's really him is the championship belt around his waist. He looks down while he stands at the mouth of the ramp onstage, the applause still going for him.
Gould: Here is a man, that has defied several obstacles in his personal life to become the NAW Champion. That's respect right there.
Torres: Really? No seriously. Really? The man is a Class-A nut job, and the only reason no one is doing a thing about it is because he "served in the military" and all that horse shit.
Gould: Great language, Jim. Real nice for the kids.
Torres: Ya know what? Screw the kids! They'll just learn it in school then.
Jefferson starts to head down the ramp slowly, totally tuning the fans out, not because they're booing him, because he's getting an awesome reaction. It's totally to remain focused on the task ahead. He stares at the ring the entire way, almost looking creepy because you would think he were staring at Rebecca. Frankie, his associate and manager for this match, is staring at Rebecca, which is creepy. Frankie has a video camera on jefferson, getting a good shot of his game face.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, is the main event of the evening, and is for the NAW Championship! Introducing first, from Bossier City, Louisiana.... He is your NAW Champion..... THAD JEFFERSON!
The crowd keeps cheering him on as he heads up the ring stairs. He takes off his hood and continues to chew the piece of gum that he has apparently been chewing the whole time, then looks around at the fans, not showing any emotion whatsoever, although he does acknowledge Jefferson's Army, and nods to a few of the guys in the front row. He heads over to the corner where Frankie stands and they exchange a few words as his music fades out.
Gould: Getting some words in with the manager at the last minute. Not a bad idea.
As the silence continues for a few seconds, we finally hear "King of Kings" begin to play over the PA, and the chorus of boos that erupted has never been heard before from an NAW audience. The pyros go off on the stage, gold "X" formations all over until they finally end, and when the smoke clears, we see Jordan Keyser ready for action. He stands at the stage, Isaac Bloom behind him off to one side. Bloom gives a cocky smirk, and Jordan just stares a hole through Thad, who looks right back at him, totally unflinching.
Torres: This is going to be so intense. These two men are ready to destroy each other.
Jordan starts on his way down the ramp, an arrogant strut going on the entire time, while Isaac Bloom shakes his head at the comments being shouted by fans in the front few rows. Thad stands near his corner, testing the ropes as Jordan stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks at him, then at Frankie, who has come closer with his video camera, getting up close to Jordan's face. Jordan steps like he's going to go after Frankie, which causes the manager to jump back and almost fall over himself, and Jordan lets out a laugh. He slides into the ring and stares at the championship belt being held by our champion as Bloom takes a seat.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Nueces County, Texas.... JORDAN KEYSER!
Jordan stares around at the fans who continue to boo him, even louder now after his name is called out, and he stands at the corner opposite Thad. They stare each other down as his music fades out, and Eddie Higgins takes the belt from Thad. He holds it up in the air, then hands it off to a guy on the outside and it is taken to the timekeeper's table. The silence gets real intense until the bell rings, and the two men circle the ring several times for a good thirty seconds before anything starts. Thad goes to lock up, but Jordan steps away, then heads for a charge to Thad's side, but Thad moves and Jordan stops himself, turning to face Thad who stares back, hands out and ready for anything. Jordan stares right at him, and Thad stares back, and the two move in very slowly, finally locking up. Thad takes the early advantage, pushing Jordan back toward the ropes, but Jordan plants his feet and lowers his body, able to get the necessary leverage to push Thad backward, and Thad loses his footing, stumbles, and hits the mat, Jordan quickly taking advantage. He grabs Thad's arm and locks in an armbar, Thad fighting it to his feet. He is able to hold it in though for a few seconds before Thad is able to trip over to a rope and get a break.
Torres: Great work by Jordan there, keeping Thad weak quickly.
Thad leans on the ropes and Jordan goes toward him, Thad sidesteps and trips Jordan, who guillotines himself on the top rope. He bounces off, turning around in a daze and Thad locks in a front facelock, dragging Jordan around the ring before planting him dead center with a DDT that causes a huge pop from the fans. He covers, but Jordan kicks out almost instantly. Thad gets to his feet and waits for Jordan. When Jordan starts to get up he runs to the ropes, comes back and boots Jordan right in the chest, sending him right back down to the mat. Jordan goes down and Thad hits an elbow drop, then goes for a second cover attempt.
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Kickout again by Jordan.
Torres: Come on, Jordan, stop going easy on this insane little turd!
Gould: This is great, both men are amazing competitors.
Jordan slowly gets to his feet and Thad grabs him by the hair, whipping him to the ropes. Jordan comes back and hits Thad with a shoulder block. He picks Thad up and holds him by the hair, throwing a few quick rights, then slams Thad's head into the mat. He holds his arms out as Thad rolls over, clutching the back of his head, and taunts in Frankie's direction. Frankie shakes his head, and when Jordan turns around, Thad is starting to get to his feet. Thad does get up, and Jordan goes to throw another punch, but Thad catches the fist, grabs it and pulls Jordan in, then flattens him with an elbow to the head. He goes over to a corner and leans on the turnbuckle, and as Jordan gets up, he charges, and Jordan gets to his feet, Thad connecting with a swinging neckbreaker. Thad covers again, hooking a leg this time.
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TW--Shoulder up from Jordan!
Torres: When is he gonna learn that Jordan doesn't just lose matches?
Gould: He lost before.
Torres: Yeah, in a total gangbang of chaos. It was stupid. This is just some brilliant one-on-one action.
Jordan throws a right to Thad, who is crouched over him, and it knocks Thad onto his behind. Jordan hurries to his feet, beating Thad up, and grabs Thad, connecting with a Vertical Suplex. He doesn't let go of Thad though, maneuvering around and locking in a Cross Armbar now, and Thad starts to squirm and shout in pain. He keeps fighting it though, not giving up too easily. Frankie hops up onto the apron, still videotaping, and Jordan sees it. When Frankie appears to be getting into the ring, Jordan gets up and chases Frankie out, who slides out and smiles as Thad grabs a rope and pulls himself off the mat. Jordan turns around and is met with a headbutt that sends him a few steps backward. Thad goes for a huge right hand, but Jordan catches it, turning it into an armbar and forcing Thad onto the mat, bending the arm backwards as far as he can go with it. You can hear Jordan shout "Tap or I'll rip the damn thing off!" as Thad struggles to reach a nearby rope. After about fifteen seconds of struggling, he does get to the rope, thanks to Frankie pushing the rope inward. At this point, Isaac Bloom is requesting that Frankie leave ringside, to which Frankie does not oblige.
Torres: The man is kinda in charge of things out here, he should probably listen.
Gould: He has permission to be out here from Alex Morgan. Morgan trumps this fool any day.
Thad keeps a hold on the rope, meaning that any time Jordan goes to attack him, Eddie Higgins tells him to take a step back. Thad gets to his feet with the help of the ropes, and ducks a clothesline attempt, scooping Jordan over him and tossing him to the outside. He steps away from the end of the ring, standing in the center and bending over to relieve a bit of the pain he's feeling. Jordan slowly pulls himself to his feet, Isaac Bloom shouting some encouraging words to him. Jordan stands on the outside while Higgins counts(.....1.....2) and Thad motions for Jordan to get in the ring. Jordan walks around to one side, shoving Frankie out of his way, and slides into the ring, running at Thad, who drops to the mat and Jordan runs over him. Thad quickly gets to his feet, hitting a Dropkick on Jordan, but Thad lays on the mat for a while after it too, clearly in pain. Jordan is actually to his feet first, and he lands a few good stomps to the already injured arm of Thad, just for the fact that it's typically his good arm. He picks Thad up and whips him into the ropes, hitting him full on with a shoulder block, then getting on one knee and slapping Thad in the side of the head. "Come on, crazy man! Go insane on me!" he taunts Thad, and Frankie is clearly getting frustrated with this, looking around for something he can do to help out. Jordan pulls Thad by the hair over to Frankie, a dazed look in Thad's eye. "Get a good shot of your buddy before I finally rip his face apart."
Gould: This is such a sickening display.
Torres: All about getting inside of his head.
With that, Jordan picks Thad up and whips him into the ropes across the ring, running behind him and meeting him halfway, knocking him flat with a diving clothesline. The crowd has been booing for five minutes straight with no stopping. Jordan just shakes his head, picking Thad up one more time and slapping him a little bit just to toy with him. He leaves the dazed opponent standing in the center of the ring, going out onto the apron. He jumps onto the top rope and loses his balance as Frankie had the quick thinking skills to shake the top rope just in the nick of time and Jordan hits the floor on the outside! Higgins goes over to Frankie to tell him that if he interferes in the match again, he'll get Thad disqualified.
Torres: Just kick him out! This is bogus!
Gould: Oh, but Isaac Bloom can do whatever he wants...
Torres: Isaac Bloom is a shareholder in the company, and you owe him everything you have that he hasn't gotten rid of you yet.
Jordan slowly gets to his feet, only to have Thad dive out of the ring into him, sending him into the guardrail, and the crowd goes wild! Frankie is ecstatic as well, and he marches around outside the ring, high fiving several of the members of Jefferson's Army. Thad slowly gets to his feet, leaning on the ring apron, and he stares down at Jordan, who is starting to stir. Jordan gets up and goes to hit Thad with a clothesline, and Thad ducks, and when Jordan turns around, he is met with a kick to the midsection and a DDT. Thad is full of energy now, getting to his feet and rolling Jordan into the ring. He looks over to Bloom, who stares on, now his face full of disdain, and Thad grabs Jordan by his hair. He throws some knees to the midsection of the former champ, then whips him into the corner. He looks at his target and runs, hitting Jordan in the side of the head with an Enziguiri that sends the crowd into another wild frenzy. He covers.
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TWO
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THRE---A KICKOUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
Torres: Nice kickout by Jordan, keeping things going here.
Gould: That was an incredibly close call, and Jordan should be careful if he wants to get that belt back.
Jordan rolls onto his stomach and crawls to the rope, Thad slowly getting to his feet and clearly exhausted, having to work to stay balanced at first. He walks over to Jordan, who is pulling himself up with help from the second rope. He grabs Jordan and tosses him into the corner, then hits some quick stomps to Jordan's chest, finally stepping back and hitting Jordan with a giant clothesline that flattens him. Thad goes for another cover.
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TWO
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Another kickout, and Thad looks absolutely shocked and appalled, the crowd is booing, and Isaac Bloom stands up out of his seat, applauding Jordan for another kickout. Jordan slowly gets up, and Thad turns to see where Bloom is. Higgins comes over to make sure Bloom isn't trying anything, and Jordan bounds off the ropes. Frankie trips Jordan, and Higgins turns around just too late to catch him, but has his suspicions. While Higgins is yelling at Frankie to leave, Thad and Isaac Bloom stare each other down, and Bloom trips Thad. When he gets up, Frankie is trying to get into the ring to help Thad, and Higgins pushes him back. Frankie yells for him to look, but Isaac had already hit Thad with brass knuckles that he pulled out of the inner pocket of his sport coat, and Thad is down. Higgins tells both men to leave ringside, and they do so. When Thad stirs, he is met with Jordan on the outside, performing the Perfect Execution, and he covers.
ONE
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TWO
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THREE!
Rebecca: Here is your winner, and new NAW Champion..... Jordan Keyser!
Keyser gets to his feet as "King of Kings" plays. Jordan celebrates in the ring, Gunner and Tyson slowly making their way down the ramp with Isaac Bloom, and they celebrate in the ring as we fade out.
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The NAW Logo appears, followed closely by the CWC logo. The screen is black and silent, until we hear a quick paced drum beat, and we finally start to see some video clips as AFI's "Wild" plays on. The clips feature all of the NAW favorites, a shot of Farah Khan kicking Jenny Smith, a shot of Sebastian Jankowski hitting the Backflip Disaster on a now released Patrick Sparkman, Gunner Hughes slamming Sebastian into the mat, Jordan Keyser hitting the Perfect Execution, and it goes on and on for most of the song. Near the end though, we come to the arena. The crowd is alive and louder than ever as we pan around the Dean Smith Center, home of the North Carolina Tar Heels basketball team, and a pyro display goes off around the stage. The arena is laid out similar to this, though with NAW logos around instead of that. The skull opening is the only thing that's exactly the same.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to NAW REVENGE! This night is going to be huge, and I am totally pumped up.
Torres: That's not saying a lot, you get pumped up for anything just more over-the-top than a McDonald's burger.
Gould: Really? It starts so soon? Just get excited for a show for once.
Torres: Oh, I'm excited, I'm just not a big turd about it.
Gould sighs as the music stops and the crowd goes silent as well. The lights then go black, and after a few seconds, "Night of the Wolf" by Saxon begins to play over the PA system. Spotlights begin to swirl around the arena, captivating members of the audience until they all meet at the stage. Standing just a few feet in front of the giant opening at the mouth of the skull is one of the newest acquisitions of NAW, Davey Vansen. He has his head bowed to the floor. He stays like that for several seconds until he finally looks up. He scans the crowd for a few seconds before holding his arms out as blue and red pyros explode just behind him. He stands for another moment before heading down the entrance ramp slowly, staring at the ring ahead of him.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, this opening match is set for one fall, introducing first, from Warrington, England.... The Knight... DAVEY VANSEN!
He doesn't get a lot of reaction, being relatively new to the fans who don't keep up with NAW's signings, although fans who did their research and know more about him give him the appropriate welcome. He climbs up onto the ring and gets in, walking around it for a second before taking off his leather jacket and sitting it in his corner. He stretches out just a little bit more as his music fades out and the crowd goes quiet again until soft gentle bagpipes fill the arena with sound now. The crowd looks up at the stage, this time knowing exactly what they're in store for. This goes on for about a minute until they fade into an electric guitar as "Shoots and Ladders" by Korn continues on.
Torres: Here is a man we are all familiar with, and let me tell you, Davey Vansen may have his hands full with this guy, he's definitely a great talent.
Gould: No doubt that this is a tough guy, Jim, and I'm especially excited to see which of these men can come out on top.
Through the skull opening we get our first glimpse tonight of Garvan Bryant, looking around at the fans who give him a somewhat quiet reaction, though louder than they gave Vansen. Bryant stands at the stage for a few seconds as he also scans the crowd. He shakes his head in disappointment, which causes a few of the fans to boo loudly. He starts on his way down the ramp, yelling at some fans in the front row. He spots a member of Jefferson's Army and stares right at him, shouting at the fan, who looks incredibly proud of how he's presenting himself, though Bryant shouts about him being disgraceful and looking stupid. The fans boo louder as Bryant stops about half way and stares into the ring at Vansen.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Kilkenny, Ireland..... He is the Irish Curse.... GARVAN BRYANT!
Garvan slides into the ring, circling the ring a few times, yelling at the fans a bit, but keeping an eye open for Vansen to make sure he doesn't try anything funny. The music stops as Bryant goes to his corner. His music also fades, and the fans cheer as the competitors stand in their corners and stare each other down.
Garvan Bryant vs Davey Vansen
The men circle the ring slowly, staring each other down and looking for a weakness that they could exploit quickly. They both move in for the kill, locking up. It ends in a stalemate though, and they throw their arms down and step back, continuing to stare each other down. Finally, Garvan goes for a quick takedown, but Davey Vansen falls forward, bringing himself down on top of Bryant instead of falling backward like Garvan intended. Vansen uses this advantage to apply a quick front facelock, and pulls Garvan to his feet like that. He connects with a vertical Suplex, getting to his feet and quickly stepping back as Garvan gets up right after him. They lock up again, and Garvan sends Vansen to the mat with an arm drag, then when they get up he quickly uses his momentum to hit Vansen with a Dropkick then sends him into the nearby turnbuckle. He sends Vansen across the ring with a monkey flip and covers.
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Kickout by Vansen, and both men are back to their feet now. Garvan goes for another takedown, this time successful, and he climbs over Vansen and hits him with some right hands. He picks Vansen up and whips him into the corner, coming at Vansen again, who lifts a boot up to catch Garvan in the jaw.
Gould: Ruthless aggression by both men now, and what a way to start this show off.
Vansen picks Garvan up and whips him into the ropes, Garvan comes back and they both take each other down with simultaneous clotheslines. They both lie flat for a few seconds before Vansen starts to get up and Garvan does the same. Garvan ducks a few right hands before getting behind Vansen and going for a quick roll up pin.
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TWO
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Kickout by Vansen, and Garvan looks mad about it. He stomps on Garvan a few times before he can get to his feet and picks him up, whipping him to the ropes and Vansen stops himself there, catching the ropes, Garvan looking for a dropkick, but not catching anything but air and hits the mat. Vansen runs right away and hits a low dropkick that hits Garvan in the face, taking him off the knee that he was up to at the time and he's flattened. Vansen hurries over and covers.
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TWO
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And Garvan kicks out now!
Gould: A near fall for Vansen, but it's not quite enough to get the win yet!
Torres: Garvan Bryant isn't a pushover. It takes a lot of punishment to take him out.
Garvan rolls over onto his side, shaking the cobwebs as Vansen crawls over to the ropes and pulls himself to his feet. Garvan gets up and charges at Vansen, who is leaning on the ropes now, and Vansen scoops him over himself and out to the outside. Garvan hits the floor hard and rolls onto his back in pain, laying flat and hurting. Vansen stumbles over to the corner, and he's going high risk! He climbs to the top rope and comes off after Garvan, hitting a Diving Crossbody that keeps both men on the floor for a few seconds as Lansing begins counting. (.....1 .....2) Vansen gets up slowly, Garvan crawling toward the ring. Vansen grabs Garvan by the hair and pulls him to his feet, throwing him toward the ring stairs. Garvan manages to catch himself and hop up onto the stairs. He gains his composure and jumps off the stairs backward, turning around and kicking Vansen with his shin, sending Vansen right back down! (.....3 .....4) Garvan gets to his feet slowly and pulls Vansen up, rolling him into the ring.
Gould: A vicious battle on the outside ends fairly early.
Garvan slides into the ring to end the count, and gets to his feet, waiting for Vansen to get up. As Vansen does, Garvan sets up, running at him and grabbing him to run to the turnbuckle, bouding off and completing the Irish Curse after locking in a Dragon Sleeper, and after about fifteen seconds of Vansen struggling he gives up and Garvan picks up the victory! Garvan lets go and gets to his feet as "Shoots and Ladders" plays, the crowd booing as he walks around with his arms in the air, head held high as he heads back up the ramp and Davey Vansen gets to his feet and stares up the ramp at him in seething anger.
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Alex Morgan is seen walking backstage with several folders in one hand, as Barry Lincoln is seen behind him, running toward him.
Lincoln: Mr. Morgan!
Morgan: Yes, Barry?
Lincoln: Mr. Morgan, the fans are dying to know. You said that you have huge news for us in the first show after Revenge at HQ, are those papers to do with it?
Lincoln points to the folders in Morgan's hand, and Morgan smiles and nods.
Morgan: Yes sir. I have a major announcement for the next edition of Meltdown. But unfortunately, that's all that I can reveal for now.
Morgan turns to head down the hall and Lincoln shrugs, heading back the other way from which he came.
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The crowd is on their feet as we come back to the front of the arena, and the cameras pan over to the ring as the cage is assembled, and the cage is attached to harness cables that have been sent down from the rafters.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, that is the terrible structure, a steel cage, being assembled for this next match. Katherine Brock-Brown got to choose the type of match for her title defense, and this is what she chose, and I'm worried that it wasn't a very good idea...
Torres: It was a brilliant idea. This is going to get intense, this is going to get violent, it's gonna be HUGE!
Gould: This could make or break either one of these ladies' careers, I just hope they're aware of what they're getting themselves into.
After the cage is totally assembled, the crew gets out of the way and back to where they came from, and take all the equipment back to the back of the arena. The silence is killing while we wait for something to happen now as "Bitch Please" hits the system. The crowd erupts in boos as the wonky-eyed Jake Norton comes out and holds his arms out to introduce Farah, who twerks her way to the stage through the skull opening, turning around and holding her arms out. She makes the title belt gesture around her waist as she goes down the ramp, Norton following close behind. He goes up close to one of the cameras, the lazy eye looking right into it as he lets out a vicious shout of "KHAAAAAAAN!" and laughs maniacally.
Rebecca: The following match is a cage match and is for the Femme Fatale Championship! Introducing first, being accompanied by Jake Norton, from Chi-Town..... FARAH KHAN!
Farah gets into the ring through the currently unlocked cage door, climbing up to one of the turnbuckles, flexing her "guns" so to speak, a grin on her face as she does so. She hops down and leans in the corner, staring at the stage, almost appearing to be in a staring contest with the skull. Her music stops, and the crowd also goes quiet. After several seconds of silence, "Fastest Girl in Town" by Miranda Lambert plays, and the crowd cheers loudly. Several younger male fans whistle loudly when Katherine is seen coming through the mouth of the skull in her gear, and she just shakes her head, a smile on her face. Trent is seen standing just a few steps behind her, and wearing a nice button down shirt. Katherine holds the belt high above her head, and the crowd cheers again as her and Trent head toward the ring. She stops and stares in through the open door at Khan for several seconds, Khan clearly lusting after the belt.
Rebecca: And her opponent, being accompanied by Trent Brown....She is the NAW Femme Fatale Champion.... KATHERINE BROCK-BROWN!
Katherine hands Eddie Higgins the title belt and he hands it off to a crew member as they get into the ring together. Mark Lansing locks the cage door as they all get in and stands outside with his hands behind his back. Higgins checks to make sure both ladies are ready to go and calls for the bell to ring.
Farah Khan vs Katherine Brock-Brown
Femme Fatale Championship
Cage Match
The two women circle the ring a couple of times, and Katherine stops once or twice to gauge Farah, who just wants to get things going. Trent shouts some encouragement in at Katherine, and Norton just stands motionless, staring in at the match. Katherine goes in for a lock up, and the two do. The lockup sends them both circling around the ring some more, trying to whip each other back and forth, and after several seconds, Khan finally throws some kicks to the ribs of Katherine, giving her an advantage so she can easily force Katherine into the corner and squish her there. She backs up a few steps and quickly goes for a Bicycle Kick in the corner, but Katherine ducks and when Farah turns around, she is met with a heel kick to the temple.
Gould: Great resilience by Katherine to get out of that corner, and an awesome shot there to give her an early advantage.
Torres: The early advantage means nothing, Gould. This is a wrestling contest, and it's still early.
Farah throws a few knee lifts Katherine's way, taking more breath from her with each shot before whipping her into the ropes. She doesn't hit the cage quite, comes back and Farah meets her with a Dropkick. She hops back to her feet and Norton applauds her lightly and she turns her attention right back to Katherine, who is getting up. She grabs Katherine by the hair, pulling her to her feet roughly, and throws two kicks to the midsection, then a kick right to Katherine's face, sending her immediately back down to the mat, and Katherine lays on the amt helplessly for a second before she can collect herself. Before she has a chance though, she is met with a bunch of stomps from Farah, and Farah runs to the corner, jumping up and springboarding off the second turnbuckle, turning around and meeting Katheirne with a kick to the temple coming off the springboard. She smiles as she looks at Norton, who tells her to keep going instead of trying to leave yet. She smiles and obliges, heading over to the hurting champion.
Gould: Come on, he's sick for thinking that Farah could win now, but she should keep beating on Katherine. It's sorta twisted.
Torres: Well nobody accused Norton of being a saint, did they? And he's not stupid, he knows how this works, and if he thought that she could get the win now, he would advise that. He knows what he's doing, Gould.
Khan grabs Katherine by the hair and yanks her to her feet, pulling her over to one side of the ring, nearest Trent, and throwing her face first into the steel, then smiles at Trent, who charges to the ring and grabs the cage links, pulling on them, letting his anger get the best of him. A few of the guys at ringside advise him to step back and calm down, and he shoves one of them away, pacing back and forth. Khan picks Katherine up and stands her straight, slapping her a few times, just playing with her, before looking for another Bicycle Kick. Katherine snaps out of her daze at the same time, and looks for a Dropkick, but the two awkwardly collide and flatten, leaving them both lifeless for a few seconds. Trent goes to the cage again, grabbing the links with his hands and shouting encouragement in to his wife, and Norton continues to stand, motionless, staring at the match in front of him. Khan slowly gets up, but Katherine is still showing no signs of life.
Gould: I think Katherine might really be hurt in there, she's not moving at all, even slightly.
Trent goes over to Lansing, telling him to unlock the cage so that he can check on Katherine, and Lansing explains to him that he can't let him in, only let one of the two women out. Trent argues with him for a few seconds before turning around and looking to calm down, takes a few deep breaths, he turns back around, hitting Lansing with the Lights Out, and is told by a few of the hands to leave ringside now. He keeps arguing with them, and Mitch Thompson is seen heading down the ramp with a few other security guards. They come down and Trent keeps fighting to stay down here, and Khan slowly gets up, staring at this and laughing. Trent throws his hat down in rage and storms up the ramp, Thompson and the other guards just behind him to make sure he doesn't try to come back down. Katherine has gotten up in this time, and despite Norton shouting for Khan to be aware of that, she isn't and Katherine is able to set up for and connect with The End, and both women are flattened again, laying on the mat. Katherine clutches her head, clearly in pain, as she rolls onto her stomach. She crawls to the ropes and pulls herself to her feet, and Khan starts to stir slightly.
Gould: Nothing can help Katherine at this point more than extra time, and that definitely got her some. Let's just hope she's okay.
Katherine starts to climb up the side of the cage now, getting about halfway before Khan is to her feet. She staggers over to where Katherine is and grabs her by the ankle. Katherine kicks at her, knocking her a few steps back, and Khan finally regains her composure, pulling at the ankle hard this time, almost ripping it right out of the socket to get her down, and Katherine comes down to the mat, landing on her feet, but awkwardly, and she leans on the ropes for support. Khan looks to climb up now, but Katherine hits her in the chin with an elbow and knocks her back. She comes back and Katherine spins around, grabbing her by the hair and slamming her face first into the cage. Katherine limps around a bit to try to walk off the hurt in her leg, and she leans forward, clutching her head again. She leans over Khan as she goes to pick her up, and as she gets close, Khan swings her head up and hits Katherine square in the nose, sending her to the mat on her back as she writhes around holding her face. She moves her hand and we see blood just pouring from her nose.
Gould: Is her nose broken? Oh my God it's bleeding so bad.
Torres: It might be. Kudos to Khan if that can give her the upper hand to take the win here.
Khan rolls onto her stomach now and motions toward the cage door to have it unlocked, but Lansing is unconscious from Trent! She isn't aware that the door remains locked though, and Norton is shouting at her, telling her not to be stupid and whatnot, but in her daze, she must not hear. She grabs the door and pushes it to open it, and realizes that it's still locked. She uses it for support to pull herself to her feet, and Katherine gets up, still clutching her nose. Farah stumbles over to her and hits her in the jaw with a few right hands before whipping her into the corner. Farah then hits a huge Bicycle Kick right into Katherine in the corner, sending her lifeless to the mat. And with that, Farah begins to climb the cage, Norton applauding her the whole time, even going so far as to grab the Femme Fatale Championship belt so he can hand it to her. She is just about to the top when she looks down at Katherine, who is crawling in her general direction, and she sits at the top, one leg on either side of the cage, just watching her. She smirks as she begins climbing down the other side, Katherine diving at her trying to reach her through the cage somehow, which only knocks her off and onto the floor as the bell rings.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner, and new Femme Fatale Champion.... Farah Khan!
Farah slowly gets to her feet and Katherine sits in the middle of the ring on her knees, head hung low in sadness as she shakes her head, and Farah and Norton both head up the ramp, shit eating grins on their faces as the cage is pulled up to the rafters and Katherine puts her head in her hands before slowly getting to her feet and staring at the newly crowned champ.
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After a quick teaser promoting Holiday Fear, we come back to the arena, which has been cleared out from the last match. The crowd is on their feet and Barry Lincoln stands in the center of the ring, with the newly designed Horizon Championship in hand, Rebecca standing next to him.
Lincoln: The following match is a triple threat match and is for the NEW HORIZON CHAMPIONSHIP! The Horizon Championship is the product of a unification of the TV Title and Chaos Championship.
And with that, Limp Bizkit's "My Generation" hits the PA system, and the crowd cheers loudly. After a few seconds, some of the pyros go off wildly on the stage, and with that, we see all three members of Generaton Poland standing on the stage, Sebastian Jankowski in front and at the center, Mariposa to his left, Mateusz Bartkowiak to the right.
Rebecca: Introducing first, from Poznan, Poland..... The White-Red Kid..... SEBASTIAN JANKOWSKI!
He smiles and waves at the fans who are now on their feet before he runs down the ramp and slides into the ring. He runs to a far corner and jumps perfectly onto the second turnbuckle, doing a perfect backflip and landing on his feet before turning around and staring at the stage awaiting the opposition as Mateusz and Mariposa finish coming down to the ring and stand at ringside, greeting the fans that they pass. His music fades out and makes way for "A Lesson in Violence" by Exodus. The lights go out like normal, and the red spotlights go all over, getting the fans into their excited state that it never fails to do. But after about a minute, Martinez is nowhere to be found. The music fades out and the lights come back on, and the crowd, Sebastian, and the staff all look confused.
Gould: What's going on? Where's Madman?
Torres: Maybe he finally realized that he's not welcome here, so he left.
The two continue to bicker until the tron lights up to show Madman backstage, crouched down and doubled over in pain. Then we see an arm fly across the screen, punching him in the face. The camera pans to show Tyson Phoenix and Gunner Hughes double teaming him and pulling him toward the ring. They cross over the curtain and are now out on the stage, and the brawl continues down the ramp. Madman gets to fighting back, hitting Tyson with a few right hands, and when he turns around, Gunner hits him with a clothesline. The beatdown continues for a minute or two more, until Madman is lying lifeless on the floor just outside of the ring. And with that, we see a medical crew trying to come out and get him to leave the arena, but he won't let them, and he stumbles toward the ring, where Gunner waits for him. "Tom Sawyer" hits, and everyone turns their attention to the stage now where we see Alex Morgan.
Morgan: So that's how it is then, Gunner? Have these guys take care of your dirty work for you so your matches have that added element of easiness? That's disgraceful, and to think that I once thought of you as the best that this company had to offer, and a great presence to have in the locker room. Now I'm a man short in this match, and these fans aren't getting what they paid for, and that makes us look bad.
Morgan stops and looks around at the chaos that ensued, and shakes his head. He goes to speak again, but Madman now has a microphone.
Martinez: Don't waste your breath, Alex. I'm not bowing out of this match that easily. I'm in this for the long haul, and I ain't quittin' on account of no pansy ambush from the back.
Madman tosses the microphone aside and rolls into the ring, limping his way to one corner, and yelling to get the bell rung. Alex sighs.
Morgan: Oh alright then, I know you're not fit to compete though, Madman. Just let me say right now that if you get hurt in this match, I cannot be held liable. It's all on you.
Madman mouths that he doesn't care, he just wants to get going, and Morgan keeps on going.
Morgan: Oh, and one more thing. To prevent any more funny business, I want that cage lowered and a roof on it. You won't win by escaping the cage, it's still a traditional match in that sense, but that will keep anyone from trying to alter the way it goes.
Morgan leaves the arena now as we see the cage lowering and several crew members bring another piece of the cage out to complete the construction of the roof on top of it.
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We see a quick spot promoting the NAW's interfed, the CWC, showing the website www.wearecwc.com and the information including other member federations and the like.
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Martinez vs Jankowski vs Hughes
Horizon Championship
Cage Triple Threat
Can only win by pinfall or submission!
When we come back, the three men are in different corners, staring each other down. Phoenix and Generation Poland are still at ringside, they just can't get into the cage now. The bell rings, and the three men stare each other down. Madman and Jankowski double team Gunner right away, both of them going at him with right hands and chops. Gunner fights back, alternating rights to both of them, but the numbers game eventually gets to him, and he's forced back into a corner. Much like a cornered animal though, at one point he explodes, and sends Jankowski flying, also knocking Martinez back a step or two. Martinez comes back at him, but Gunner kicks him in the leg that he hurt during the backstage attack, and it drops Martinez down onto one knee, looking to be in pain, then Gunner boots him in the face to flatten him.
Torres: A smart move, utilizing the injury from earlier to his advantage.
Gould: God, that's such a disgraceful and dirty tactic. For shame, Gunner Hughes!
Gunner stomps on Martinez a few times, still taking advantage of the hurt leg until Jankowski comes from out of nowhere with a running Crossbody that takes Gunner down in a surprise shot. He hurries to his feet and runs to the ropes, with a springboard moonsault and a pin attempt.
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Kickout by Gunner right away. Jankowski hurries to his feet though, runs to the ropes again, coming off and getting hit by a vicious clothesline from Gunner. He looks down at Martinez again and looks to put him in some more pain, stomping on the injured leg. With each stomp, Martinez shouts in pain, and Tyson's smile gets bigger and bigger. Gunner puts a foot on the chest of Martinez to taunt while he goes for his own pin attempt.
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Jankowski hits Gunner from behind, knocking him off balance and causing him to nearly fall forward from the shot to the back of the head.
Torres: Stupid, stupid, Polishman. He's gonna get himself into a world of hurt right now I think.
Gunner turns to face Jankowski and hits him with some huge right hands before dragging him over to one side of the ring and slamming his face repeatedly into the cage. He throws him to the mat and goes for a cover.
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kickout by Jankowski and the crowd pops loudly. Jankowski crawls to a corner and pulls himself up, and Gunner charges at him, looking for a running boot, but Jankowski ducks and Gunner boots the corner of the cage, looking like he jammed his knee in the process. He holds his leg for a second and when he turns around, he is met with a Dropkick that sends him into the corner. Jankowski runs around, excited, and comes back, meeting Gunner and hitting him hard with an Enziguiri. He goes for a cover now.
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Gunner powers out and sends Jankowski into the air and across the ring. When Gunner gets to his feet, he is met with a huge running shoulder block from Martinez that sends him back into the cage. Martinez grabs him by the hair and slams his face into the cage once, and Gunner returns the favor several times, until Madman's face is bloodied up. He then steps back and throws Madman full forced into the side with enough force to shake the entire structure. He goes for another cover.
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Sebastian with a save in the nick of time, and he grabs Gunner by the hair, now throwing him into the same part of the cage that Gunner threw Madman into, and it collapses a side of the cage, creating an opening! Martinez is getting to his feet and Sebastian tosses Gunner to the outside, Gunner rolling across the fallen cage and pulling himself up with the help of the rail. Sebastian comes off the top rope in a springboard, hitting a Dropkick that sends Gunner over thr rail into a few fans in the front row now, and Martinez limps out to join in on the action, looking to climb over into the fans, but Gunner shoves him back and he hits the floor.
Gould: This is getting way out of hand way too fast.
Torres: This is crazy, but I don't think there is such a thing as "too out of hand," so this is just right.
Gunner grabs Martinez by the leg and kicks him in the back of the knee a few times before locking in a Figure Four Leg Lock. Tyson gets down in Madman's face to taunt him a bit, and Higgins yells at him to back off. Tyson does for a few seconds before laying a cheap shot on Jankowski when no one was looking. Gunner lets go of Martinez and goes after Jankowski, who throws him into the nearest side of the cage that hasn't been knocked down, then climbs up it. Gunner follows him up, the two brawl on top, alternating right hands.
Gould: This can't be good, that doesn't look safe.
Torres: It's not. That's the beauty of it, Gould. This is gonna be so much fun!
Martinez gets to his feet slowly, but stumbles and falls right away, not able to stay on his feet with his injured leg. He crawls over to the cage, pulling himself up with it, and when Tyson comes at him, he hits Tyson hard with a right hand, flattening him. He climbs up the side of the cage, slowly with his bum leg being effectively useless and holding him back, and he gets to the top after a while, where Gunner is stomping on a downed Jankowski. Martinez gets on one knee and is met with a boot from Gunner, who picks him back up. The two fight on the top of the cage for a few seconds, but Gunner grabs Martinez by the hair and throws him off the side, right through the commentary table! Gould and Torres get caught up in it, but were able to roll their chairs out of the way in time, so they weren't hurt. Martinez is lifeless now though, and the medical crew hurries to get to him. Gunner picks Jankowski up and after a slow setup, is able to connect with a Powerbomb that collapses the rest of the cage to the outside, leaving just the roof hanging as both men fall through a break in it, and both men are lifeless in the center of the ring now for several seconds. The crowd is in awe, not even cheering, but in shock and surprise, worried about both men as Martinez is stretchered out of the arena. Gunner begins to stir after a good thirty seconds, as he crawls over to cover Jankowski.
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THREE---NO!
Gould: FOR THE LOVE OF GOD! JANKOWSKI JUST GOT A SHOULDER UP LITERALLY JUST IN TIME TO KEEP THE MATCH ALIVE!
Gunner looks at Jankowski in shock, not able to believe that Jankowski just got a shoulder up, but Higgins holds up the two fingers to Gunner, who gets to his feet in rage, but after it subsides, falls back down. Higgins is ready to call the match a No Contest, but both men crawl around trying to get to their feet, but can't get to the ropes for support very fast. Tyson gets into the ring and picks Gunner up, helping him over to Jankowski, who is slowly getting up. Gunner grabs Jankowski and looks to whip him to the ropes, but Jankowski sloppily stops himself, hitting Higgins in the process as he falls to the mat in exhaustion. Tyson goes over to Jankowski himself and hits his finisher, the Power Chord, before putting Gunner over him and reviving the ref. After Higgins sees Gunner covering Jankowski, he counts.
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THREE!
"Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple hits, and the crowd boos loudly as Tyson Phoenix grabs the Horizon Championship and hands it to Gunner, who he helps to the outside and up the ramp. Generation Poland crowds the ring to check on Jankowski, who lays lifeless in the ring now, and we go to a little thing with Malcolm Gould promoting NAWShop.com.
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NAW Championship Match
Jordan Keyser vs Thad Jefferson(C)
We cut back to the arena where we have the crowd totally on their feet as we hear the thud of drums drown out the crowd noise. As the crowd continues to cheer him on, mostly Jefferson's Army, which is around 1/4 of the crowd this evening. The drums pick up, and he appears from behind the curtain, a hoodie covering his face, and the only thing that really gives away that it's really him is the championship belt around his waist. He looks down while he stands at the mouth of the ramp onstage, the applause still going for him.
Gould: Here is a man, that has defied several obstacles in his personal life to become the NAW Champion. That's respect right there.
Torres: Really? No seriously. Really? The man is a Class-A nut job, and the only reason no one is doing a thing about it is because he "served in the military" and all that horse shit.
Gould: Great language, Jim. Real nice for the kids.
Torres: Ya know what? Screw the kids! They'll just learn it in school then.
Jefferson starts to head down the ramp slowly, totally tuning the fans out, not because they're booing him, because he's getting an awesome reaction. It's totally to remain focused on the task ahead. He stares at the ring the entire way, almost looking creepy because you would think he were staring at Rebecca. Frankie, his associate and manager for this match, is staring at Rebecca, which is creepy. Frankie has a video camera on jefferson, getting a good shot of his game face.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, is the main event of the evening, and is for the NAW Championship! Introducing first, from Bossier City, Louisiana.... He is your NAW Champion..... THAD JEFFERSON!
The crowd keeps cheering him on as he heads up the ring stairs. He takes off his hood and continues to chew the piece of gum that he has apparently been chewing the whole time, then looks around at the fans, not showing any emotion whatsoever, although he does acknowledge Jefferson's Army, and nods to a few of the guys in the front row. He heads over to the corner where Frankie stands and they exchange a few words as his music fades out.
Gould: Getting some words in with the manager at the last minute. Not a bad idea.
As the silence continues for a few seconds, we finally hear "King of Kings" begin to play over the PA, and the chorus of boos that erupted has never been heard before from an NAW audience. The pyros go off on the stage, gold "X" formations all over until they finally end, and when the smoke clears, we see Jordan Keyser ready for action. He stands at the stage, Isaac Bloom behind him off to one side. Bloom gives a cocky smirk, and Jordan just stares a hole through Thad, who looks right back at him, totally unflinching.
Torres: This is going to be so intense. These two men are ready to destroy each other.
Jordan starts on his way down the ramp, an arrogant strut going on the entire time, while Isaac Bloom shakes his head at the comments being shouted by fans in the front few rows. Thad stands near his corner, testing the ropes as Jordan stops at the bottom of the ramp and looks at him, then at Frankie, who has come closer with his video camera, getting up close to Jordan's face. Jordan steps like he's going to go after Frankie, which causes the manager to jump back and almost fall over himself, and Jordan lets out a laugh. He slides into the ring and stares at the championship belt being held by our champion as Bloom takes a seat.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Nueces County, Texas.... JORDAN KEYSER!
Jordan stares around at the fans who continue to boo him, even louder now after his name is called out, and he stands at the corner opposite Thad. They stare each other down as his music fades out, and Eddie Higgins takes the belt from Thad. He holds it up in the air, then hands it off to a guy on the outside and it is taken to the timekeeper's table. The silence gets real intense until the bell rings, and the two men circle the ring several times for a good thirty seconds before anything starts. Thad goes to lock up, but Jordan steps away, then heads for a charge to Thad's side, but Thad moves and Jordan stops himself, turning to face Thad who stares back, hands out and ready for anything. Jordan stares right at him, and Thad stares back, and the two move in very slowly, finally locking up. Thad takes the early advantage, pushing Jordan back toward the ropes, but Jordan plants his feet and lowers his body, able to get the necessary leverage to push Thad backward, and Thad loses his footing, stumbles, and hits the mat, Jordan quickly taking advantage. He grabs Thad's arm and locks in an armbar, Thad fighting it to his feet. He is able to hold it in though for a few seconds before Thad is able to trip over to a rope and get a break.
Torres: Great work by Jordan there, keeping Thad weak quickly.
Thad leans on the ropes and Jordan goes toward him, Thad sidesteps and trips Jordan, who guillotines himself on the top rope. He bounces off, turning around in a daze and Thad locks in a front facelock, dragging Jordan around the ring before planting him dead center with a DDT that causes a huge pop from the fans. He covers, but Jordan kicks out almost instantly. Thad gets to his feet and waits for Jordan. When Jordan starts to get up he runs to the ropes, comes back and boots Jordan right in the chest, sending him right back down to the mat. Jordan goes down and Thad hits an elbow drop, then goes for a second cover attempt.
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Kickout again by Jordan.
Torres: Come on, Jordan, stop going easy on this insane little turd!
Gould: This is great, both men are amazing competitors.
Jordan slowly gets to his feet and Thad grabs him by the hair, whipping him to the ropes. Jordan comes back and hits Thad with a shoulder block. He picks Thad up and holds him by the hair, throwing a few quick rights, then slams Thad's head into the mat. He holds his arms out as Thad rolls over, clutching the back of his head, and taunts in Frankie's direction. Frankie shakes his head, and when Jordan turns around, Thad is starting to get to his feet. Thad does get up, and Jordan goes to throw another punch, but Thad catches the fist, grabs it and pulls Jordan in, then flattens him with an elbow to the head. He goes over to a corner and leans on the turnbuckle, and as Jordan gets up, he charges, and Jordan gets to his feet, Thad connecting with a swinging neckbreaker. Thad covers again, hooking a leg this time.
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TW--Shoulder up from Jordan!
Torres: When is he gonna learn that Jordan doesn't just lose matches?
Gould: He lost before.
Torres: Yeah, in a total gangbang of chaos. It was stupid. This is just some brilliant one-on-one action.
Jordan throws a right to Thad, who is crouched over him, and it knocks Thad onto his behind. Jordan hurries to his feet, beating Thad up, and grabs Thad, connecting with a Vertical Suplex. He doesn't let go of Thad though, maneuvering around and locking in a Cross Armbar now, and Thad starts to squirm and shout in pain. He keeps fighting it though, not giving up too easily. Frankie hops up onto the apron, still videotaping, and Jordan sees it. When Frankie appears to be getting into the ring, Jordan gets up and chases Frankie out, who slides out and smiles as Thad grabs a rope and pulls himself off the mat. Jordan turns around and is met with a headbutt that sends him a few steps backward. Thad goes for a huge right hand, but Jordan catches it, turning it into an armbar and forcing Thad onto the mat, bending the arm backwards as far as he can go with it. You can hear Jordan shout "Tap or I'll rip the damn thing off!" as Thad struggles to reach a nearby rope. After about fifteen seconds of struggling, he does get to the rope, thanks to Frankie pushing the rope inward. At this point, Isaac Bloom is requesting that Frankie leave ringside, to which Frankie does not oblige.
Torres: The man is kinda in charge of things out here, he should probably listen.
Gould: He has permission to be out here from Alex Morgan. Morgan trumps this fool any day.
Thad keeps a hold on the rope, meaning that any time Jordan goes to attack him, Eddie Higgins tells him to take a step back. Thad gets to his feet with the help of the ropes, and ducks a clothesline attempt, scooping Jordan over him and tossing him to the outside. He steps away from the end of the ring, standing in the center and bending over to relieve a bit of the pain he's feeling. Jordan slowly pulls himself to his feet, Isaac Bloom shouting some encouraging words to him. Jordan stands on the outside while Higgins counts(.....1.....2) and Thad motions for Jordan to get in the ring. Jordan walks around to one side, shoving Frankie out of his way, and slides into the ring, running at Thad, who drops to the mat and Jordan runs over him. Thad quickly gets to his feet, hitting a Dropkick on Jordan, but Thad lays on the mat for a while after it too, clearly in pain. Jordan is actually to his feet first, and he lands a few good stomps to the already injured arm of Thad, just for the fact that it's typically his good arm. He picks Thad up and whips him into the ropes, hitting him full on with a shoulder block, then getting on one knee and slapping Thad in the side of the head. "Come on, crazy man! Go insane on me!" he taunts Thad, and Frankie is clearly getting frustrated with this, looking around for something he can do to help out. Jordan pulls Thad by the hair over to Frankie, a dazed look in Thad's eye. "Get a good shot of your buddy before I finally rip his face apart."
Gould: This is such a sickening display.
Torres: All about getting inside of his head.
With that, Jordan picks Thad up and whips him into the ropes across the ring, running behind him and meeting him halfway, knocking him flat with a diving clothesline. The crowd has been booing for five minutes straight with no stopping. Jordan just shakes his head, picking Thad up one more time and slapping him a little bit just to toy with him. He leaves the dazed opponent standing in the center of the ring, going out onto the apron. He jumps onto the top rope and loses his balance as Frankie had the quick thinking skills to shake the top rope just in the nick of time and Jordan hits the floor on the outside! Higgins goes over to Frankie to tell him that if he interferes in the match again, he'll get Thad disqualified.
Torres: Just kick him out! This is bogus!
Gould: Oh, but Isaac Bloom can do whatever he wants...
Torres: Isaac Bloom is a shareholder in the company, and you owe him everything you have that he hasn't gotten rid of you yet.
Jordan slowly gets to his feet, only to have Thad dive out of the ring into him, sending him into the guardrail, and the crowd goes wild! Frankie is ecstatic as well, and he marches around outside the ring, high fiving several of the members of Jefferson's Army. Thad slowly gets to his feet, leaning on the ring apron, and he stares down at Jordan, who is starting to stir. Jordan gets up and goes to hit Thad with a clothesline, and Thad ducks, and when Jordan turns around, he is met with a kick to the midsection and a DDT. Thad is full of energy now, getting to his feet and rolling Jordan into the ring. He looks over to Bloom, who stares on, now his face full of disdain, and Thad grabs Jordan by his hair. He throws some knees to the midsection of the former champ, then whips him into the corner. He looks at his target and runs, hitting Jordan in the side of the head with an Enziguiri that sends the crowd into another wild frenzy. He covers.
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THRE---A KICKOUT AT THE LAST SECOND!
Torres: Nice kickout by Jordan, keeping things going here.
Gould: That was an incredibly close call, and Jordan should be careful if he wants to get that belt back.
Jordan rolls onto his stomach and crawls to the rope, Thad slowly getting to his feet and clearly exhausted, having to work to stay balanced at first. He walks over to Jordan, who is pulling himself up with help from the second rope. He grabs Jordan and tosses him into the corner, then hits some quick stomps to Jordan's chest, finally stepping back and hitting Jordan with a giant clothesline that flattens him. Thad goes for another cover.
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Another kickout, and Thad looks absolutely shocked and appalled, the crowd is booing, and Isaac Bloom stands up out of his seat, applauding Jordan for another kickout. Jordan slowly gets up, and Thad turns to see where Bloom is. Higgins comes over to make sure Bloom isn't trying anything, and Jordan bounds off the ropes. Frankie trips Jordan, and Higgins turns around just too late to catch him, but has his suspicions. While Higgins is yelling at Frankie to leave, Thad and Isaac Bloom stare each other down, and Bloom trips Thad. When he gets up, Frankie is trying to get into the ring to help Thad, and Higgins pushes him back. Frankie yells for him to look, but Isaac had already hit Thad with brass knuckles that he pulled out of the inner pocket of his sport coat, and Thad is down. Higgins tells both men to leave ringside, and they do so. When Thad stirs, he is met with Jordan on the outside, performing the Perfect Execution, and he covers.
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THREE!
Rebecca: Here is your winner, and new NAW Champion..... Jordan Keyser!
Keyser gets to his feet as "King of Kings" plays. Jordan celebrates in the ring, Gunner and Tyson slowly making their way down the ramp with Isaac Bloom, and they celebrate in the ring as we fade out.