Post by Alice White on Nov 19, 2013 5:08:06 GMT -5
We show the usual video package featuring some of the best talent to grace NAW, including Gunner Hughes, Jordan Keyser, Farah Khan twerking down the ramp, Sebastian Jankowski standing atop the stage, and a few others. This is played over the song "Now We Run" by Steve Vai. The video fades out and we see the arena we're at this week, the Georgia Dome in Atlanta. The crowd is on fire, even though the stadium isn't even close to full. It has about 15,000 people sitting, but they are on fire.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of NAW Meltdown! The crowd is alive tonight, Jim, and we have an awesome show in store for them!
Torres: Things are looking good for NAW. Between Revenge and now we've signed several new people, and we actually have a few debuts, including our opening bout, which I am incredibly interested in.
Gould: Not to mention Generation Poland debuting as a team, and Sarah Snap adding a little headlining to the Femme Fatale Division.
Torres: How could I even think about forgetting The Headliner?
The music fades out, and the lights come back on. After some silence, the crowd echoes in boos as Isaac Bloom appears on the stage. He heads down the ramp, adjusting his tie. He has a microphone in his hand, and nobody is excited for that, because this means he's talking. He gets into the ring and waits for the crowd to get quiet, which takes a while, because every time he goes to speak, they boo again. He finally has to try to cut the booing himself.
Bloom: Jealousy is an awful thing, you know.
The crowd boos again, and his face smirks.
Bloom: You see, I came out here to make a big announcement. To bring out a man that you should all show an immense respect to. To welcome us as we usher in a new era in NAW. So with that, I would like to mention a few things.
He takes the mic away and lets the boos come at him for a minute, then starts talking again.
Bloom: You see, at Revenge, it was us against the world. There are four of us, myself and the Public Enemies. And we are taking on the rest of this company all by ourselves. And the best part about that is that we're winning this war. And without further ado, I would like to introduce to you the soldiers that are winning.
He holds his arms toward the stage, only for "Tom Sawyer" by Rush to play over the PA system. Alex Morgan appears on the stage after a few seconds, and the crowd goes wild with cheers to finally see someone who they don't despise. Morgan stands atop the stage with a microphone.
Morgan: Oh, I'm sorry...am I interrupting something? Ah, well. It is my company after all. I can do what I want.
Bloom: Like drive it into the ground? Because that's all that you've done for over a year, Morgan. Without me, your company would have gone under by now. You should be thanking me, and worshipping the ground that I walk on.
Morgan: And why is that? Because you can set up organized beatdowns of my talent on a regular basis? Need I go down the list of people who you have put out of action because of your little "movement"?
Bloom: We're just trimming the fat. Making this company as good as it can be. It's about time that somebody tried to let the place live up to its potential. Like I said, you should be thankful. Now one more time, allow me to introduce you to your NAW Champion....
There is silence. Morgan smiles.
Morgan: You know what, you get the Enemies ready. Because there is a war coming, and these men will be on the front lines. These men will defend this company, no matter what, under any and all circumstances. It's called loyalty. Welcome the first to join the NAW Army!
"My Generation" by Limp Bizkit hits the system, and the crowd pops loudly. After a few seconds, Mateusz Bartkowiak and everyone's favorite Polishman, Sebastian Jankowski appear on the stage on either side of Alex Morgan. Jankowski gives him a pat on the back, and Mateusz just smiles and waves, then gives a glare down to Isaac Bloom. Morgan applauds, leading the crowd into a standing ovation. When Mateusz and Jankowski turn around though, they are met with a double Clothesline from Gunner Hughes. He stands over the two downed bodies. Mateusz gets back up quickly though, and the two go at it, shot for shot. Jankowski is up as well, and Tyson Phoenix comes at him, knocking him to the stage floor again. This brawl goes on for a minute or two before security comes rushing out and breaking it up, holding all the men back. Somehow, we see Jordan Keyser with Isaac Bloom in the ring, must have snuck down while all the attention was on the brawl on the stage. Morgan glares down to the ring, and the two glare back at him as we cut to the first commercial break of the evening.
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Commercial break, featuring the interfed that we are a part of, the CWC. The CWC is a great interfed featuring the likes of feds such as the VWF, APW, and BWF. They can be found at:
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When we return from commercial, we see the crowd getting psyched up for the return to action. After a few seconds of silence, the lights cut out. There are lights on the stage that appear as ceremonial candles, much like you would see in some sort of church or what have you. An ominous bell is heard ringing through the arena, and we see the camera flashes going off from fans all over. An electric guitar finally starts, and as the smoke on the stage clears, we see the first glimpse of Black Friar, one of the newest signings. He stares down at the empty ring, not showing any emotion, as though it would be visible if he did from behind the mask he wears. He heads down the ramp slowly, not even once glancing away from the ring, staring a hole through Rebecca and Mark Lansing.
Rebecca: The following match is our opening match of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the Black Friar!
Friar goes down to the bottom of the ramp, climbing up the ring stairs and walking a lap around the ring to get himself accustomed to it. He pulls on the ropes a bit as the lights come back on and his music fades out, and he stands in his corner, tightening his robes to prevent them from becoming a problem during the matchup.
Gould: What do you make of this guy, Jim?
Torres: Looks like we might have a lunatic on our hands, Gouldy.
His music finally comes to a stop and the crowd waits to see who will be gracing the arena next. After several seconds of silence, another new theme begins, as the intro to "Badass" by Saliva plays loudly. After several seconds, we finally get a glimpse of yet another new signing, this one is quite large. Mac Bane stands tall atop the stage as soon as the music starts to get heavy, and looks around at the fans, shaking his head as he stares right down at the ring at his opposition for the evening. He starts to head quickly down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Port Arthur, Texas... Mac Bane!
Mac stands at the foot of the ramp, staring into the ring and getting ready, then finally runs, sliding in. He goes straight for Friar, who ducks underneath him after he starts charging as well. Bane bounds off the ropes and hits Friar hard with a shoulder block, flattening him. The bell rings instantly, and Rebecca almost dives out of the ring to get out of the way. The music cuts and Bane goes right for the smaller opponent, picking him up and whipping him into the corner. Friar is able to use his agility to hop up onto the top turnbuckle and jump over Bane, rolling forward on the mat and quickly returning to his feet. He charges at Bane and hits him with a running Crossbody, but he is caught, and Bane sends him harshly to the outside with a Fallaway Slam.
Torres: It was kinda sick on Morgan's part to book this match. Bane is gonna destroy this little punk in like a minute.
Friar rolls over onto his back, clearly in some bad pain, and Bane rolls out of the ring and grabs him by his robes, tossing him with great ease into the guardrail as the count begins.(. . .1 . . .2) Mac picks Friar up again and rolls him into the ring, sliding in after him. Friar slowly gets up and Mac hits him hard with some right hands before whipping him into the corner. He backs up, charging and booting Friar in the chest, and Friar hits the mat, grasping his chest in pain. The crowd boos loudly as Mac goes to town on him, hitting him with right hand after right hand to the temple before he goes for a cover.
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Kickout by Friar! Friar rolls over and tries to shake the cobwebs as Mac lets out a loud battle cry.
Torres: Wow, Mac Bane is an animal. This is some awesome ferocity. Great signing, Morgan!
Bane goes over to Friar, who is slowly getting to his feet and gives him a huge boot to the chest, flattening him. He picks Friar up again, a feral grin across his face. He lifts Friar over his shoulder and carries him toward the corner. He looks like he is about to give him the Snake Eyes on the corner, but Friar squirms around and is able to slide down behind Mac and land on his feet. He shoves Mac into the corner, but Mac catches himself. Mac holds himself in the corner for a second, and turns around. Friar greets his turn around with a kick to the temple.
Gould: Looks like the Black Friar is trying to get himself back into this one!
Torres: Not sure if it's too late for this or not, he might be too far gone for it.
Friar is flat on his back, and Mac is down, but stirring. Friar looks to be almost worn out as Mac gets to his feet. He stomps on Friar a few times before Friar grabs his ankle, rolling and pulling him down onto his stomach. Friar gets to his feet in a quick rush before backing to the corner. He climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and stands tall as Mac gets to his feet. He turns to where Friar stands and he is hit with a Missile Dropkick. Friar gets back to his feet and locks Mac into an armbar. Mac is able to get to the ropes after struggling for a few seconds though, and Friar hurries to his feet. He runs to the ropes and comes back at Mac, who is to his feet now, and Mac hits him with a huge Spinebuster! The crowd is on their feet as Mac gets to his feet and lets out another feral battle cry.
Torres: Here we go, Gould! Things are getting good! And Friar to his feet slowly and dazedly....and there it is! Business As Usual!
Mac Bane gets the three count and his first victory in his debut, the crowd not behind him at all. Mark Lansing tries to lift his arm up, but Mac rips it away and holds his arms high in the air as "Badass" hits the system. He looks down at Black Friar, who rolls onto his stomach, not wanting to move.
Rebecca: Here is your winner....MAC BANE!
Mac heads up the ramp slowly, shouting at the fans who continue to boo him.
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The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle and “Sideshow” Euan Dante standing in the parking lot of the arena.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Alex Morgan and Mr Bloom this is a very special message aimed at both of you.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle and “Sideshow” Euan Dante: BRING BACK V-LIST!
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: That’s right bring us back by doing the right thing and dropping our suspensions from NAW because at the end of the day you guys need us here.
Scene fades.
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The crowd is alive as we return from the last commercial break. After several seconds of nothing but them cheering and psyching themselves up, we hear the hectic combination of instruments that make up "Bitch Please" and the crowd begins to boo. After a few seconds, that lazy eyed bastard, Jake Norton, appears on the stage. He stands off to the side, holding his arms toward the curtain, and out pops Farah Khan. He grins wider as the boos continue to get louder. Khan twerks down the ramp and Norton just follows her down slowly, that grin continuing to grow. He grabs a kid's hat in the front row and puts it on, before taking it off and throwing it back at him.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chi-Town.... Being accompanied by Jake Norton.... Farah Khan!
Farah gets into the ring and climbs up onto a turnbuckle, flexing her biceps, half jokingly, a huge grin on her face. She hops down to the mat and turns to face the stage. After her music fades out, we hear "Girls on Film" by Duran Duran taking over. After a few seconds of it, another unfamiliar face appears on the stage, camcorder in hand and a tripod in her big bag she carries. She smiles down the ramp and slowly heads down the ramp. As she gets about half way, she begins taking the tripod for the camera out of the bag, never stopping on her way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And her opponent... From Preston, Idaho.... The Headliner.... Sarah Snap!
Snap stops and sets the tripod up not far from the corner that she intends to start in. She makes sure it captures the entire ring, and slides in then. She stands across the ring from Farah, and Norton walks over, examining the camera as her music fades out and the bell rings.
Torres: Is it just me, or does that guy give you the creeps, Gould?
Gould: I'm pretty familiar with Norton, which doesn't make him any less creepy.
The two women circle the ring, Sarah Snap going for the lockup that has become so familiar. Khan won't have any of it though, and she just kicks Snap back. Snap steps back and then goes back forward, lunging after Khan, who trips her up and stomps on her a few times before she can get up. Snap does get right back up though, hitting Khan with a few kicks of her own to either side of Khan's ribs. Khan comes back with a huge spinning hand to the face, which flattens Snap. She starts pulling herself back up, but Khan won't let her get any ground whatsoever, hitting her with a couple right hands before whipping her into the corner. She charges and hits Snap with a running Dropkick, sending her to the mat clutching her chest. Khan gets up and twerks around the ring for a minute, a grin on her face again. She goes over to Snap, who is slowly getting up and shoves Khan. Khan steps back and Snap looks for a Roundhouse kick, but Khan ducks and hits Snap with one of her own. She goes for a cover.
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Gould: Kickout by Sarah Snap there, and Khan looks really mad.
Torres: Well this new girl, hot as she may be, has no reason to be in the ring with Khan. Khan is an animal and deserves better than this second-rate booking farce that's going on here.
Khan is to her feet and showboating around the ring, totally oblivious to Sarah Snap, who is on her feet and leaning on a turnbuckle. As Khan comes toward her, still twerking her ass off, Snap climbs up to the second rope. From there she Missile Dropkicks Khan, almost taking her head right off. She hurries over and covers her, hooking a leg.
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NO! Khan with the shoulder up!
Gould: Oh wow, almost got knocked off by the new girl.
Torres: Please, like Khan is gonna give her that.
Khan gets to her feet and Norton yells at her to hurry and get up. Snap is on her feet and smiling now, seeing that things are in her favor at the moment. She stares at Khan, getting herself ready to go as Khan pulls herself to her feet using the ropes. She slowly turns toward Sarah, who looks for the Snap Shot, but at the same time, Farah is quick enough to duck and scoop her over the top and to the outside, just narrowly missing Norton. Norton jumps back to avoid any issues, his hands up and he clearly looks at Lansing. Farah yells for him to roll her back into the ring, which he does, and Lansing has words with him quickly before Khan nods her head and takes a step back. Sarah slowly gets to her feet, and Khan hits her with that vicious Bicycle Kick. She falls to her hands and knees, then covers Sarah, hooking the leg and nodding her head with the count.
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THREE!
"Bitch Please" plays and Khan gets to her feet, being handed her title and she holds it high. She poses while Norton puts the belt back around her waist, and the two hurry out of the ring as Sarah Snap gets out of her daze quickly and runs after them. She leans on the ropes and stares at Farah, saying "This isn't over" as Farah just shrugs.
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The scene opens to hallways of the Georgia Dome where Meltdown happens to be for the night. There are various noises that you would associate with a wrestling show. Heavy metal carts being rolled across the floor and the sounds of laughter in random conversations. At last we see Katherine Brock–Brown walking down the long hallway in disappointed manner.
She’s dressed to kill in a black sleeveless sweetheart style dress that falls just above her knees. Her long dark hair is left down falling gracefully over slim but muscled shoulders. Her lovely fair skin contrasts nicely her red lipstick giving her an old Hollywood look. Her sliver sandal style heels click along the hard floor as she walks along it. Up ahead blocking her path is NAW newcomer Garvan Bryant. Garvan, liking what he sees, gives Katherine the old up and down and with a smile starts speaking to her.
Garvan: What's the matter, darlin'? There's no reason a beautiful lass like you should be lookin' so sad.
Katherine smiles at the newcomer as she explains why she’s rather sad.
Katherine: Well first off thank you for the compliment and second I’m rather disappointed I lost the Femme Fatale Championship. I’m Katherine Brock – Brown.
Katherine extends her right hand in greeting to Garvan as she smiles once again. Garvan takes her hand and kisses it.
Garvan:Enchanté.
The French sounds odd with Garvan's thick Irish accent on it.
Garvan: Shame about that. I really thought you'd had it. So... where's yer ol' man? Shouldn't he be tryin' to brighten your day right about now?
Katherine smiles once again. Not quite sure how to take the man’s flirting she answers him about the whereabouts of her husband.
Katherine: He should be alone soon. He’s going over a few things before his match with you and that Davey Vansen.
About that time Trent happens to walk on the scene seeing the two talking. With a frown on his face looks towards Garvan and with his own Irish accent that varies somewhat from Garvin’s demands to know what’s going on.
Trent : Is there a problem here, lad?
Trent stands at the ready for a fight as awaits the man’s answer. Garvan looks up at Trent and smirks.
Garvan: No problem. No problem at all.
Garvan takes a few steps back, all the while making sure not to take his eyes off of Trent.
Garvan: At least, not one that can't be solved in the ring. See you there, little man.
Garvan walks off chuckling to himself as Katherine Brock-Brown puts her hand on Trent's chest, urging him not to go after Garvan.
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Commercial
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We cut backstage, and find NAW Champ Jordan Keyser and Public Enemies Manager Tyson Phoenix walking through the parking garage. The two of them are in deep conversation, and the camera pulls in at the tail end of it.
Keyser: Look, man, I don't care who they throw at us, it's not gonna change a thing. Hell, they can put Gunner and I in a match against the entire population of Eastern Europe, and it would still be an absolute massacre for the Public Enemies. Any team with Sebastian Jankowski on it is a team that is destined to lose.
Tyson grins at Jordan's confidence, but shakes his head.
Tyson: Look, Jordan, you know I'm as confident as they come, especially in you and Gunner, but that doesn't mean these guys are to be taken lightly. The NAW may hire some complete turds, but I'm not sure Sebastian is one of them.
Jordan shrugs him off.
Keyser: He's a grown man that runs around saying that his everything is at "level 9000." What about that can even come close to being taken seriously?
Before Tyson can answer him, a man steps out from between a row of cars behind the two. It's none other than Mac Bane, one of the NAW's newest and most promising superstars. Mac looks a little rough from his match with the Friar earlier, but seems to carry it well.
Bane: Well well well. If it isn't the "great" Jordan Keyser. Look at you, running wild all over the NAW. Kinda like beating up a bunch of first graders...make you feel tough?
Jordan spins, eyes narrowing as soon as he sees Bane. The champ smirks.
Keyser: Mac Bane...I didn't think your probation officer would let you leave the state of Texas. Did that Dallas hooker finally drop those assault charges?
Bane doesn't even crack a smile. He takes a few slow steps toward Jordan.
Bane: If by Dallas Hooker, you mean your ex-wife, she decided that assault wasn't really the right term for what I put her through...
Jordan matches Bane's movement, and in seconds the two are nose to nose. Tyson, meanwhile, looks like he's about to step in the middle, when Mac suddenly breaks out a wide grin and holds out his hand.
Bane: Dammit, man, it's good to see you. When I heard you were in the NAW, I had to hand in an application. It's been a long time.
Jordan takes the hand and smiles as well, then puts an arm around Bane's shoulders and turns to Tyson.
Keyser: Tyson, I'd like you to meet one of the meanest bastards I've ever known. Mac Bane, meet Tyson Phoenix, the man who laid the foundation for what has become the Public Enemies.
Tyson and Mac shake hands, as Tyson looks Bane up and down.
Keyser: Mac here's an old family friend. His grandpa and mine were pioneers in the Texas and Oklahoma oil industries. Hell, nearly all the oil my company pulls out of Texas comes through the Bane family.
Jordan turns back to Mac.
Keyser: We'll have to catch up later. Look, Gunner and I have the Main Event tonight...Tyson, why don't you tell Mac here a little bit about everything the Public Enemies are trying to do to spruce up the NAW. Maybe take him down and introduce him to Bloom. After the show's over, we can hit that bar over on 8th street.
Tyson nods, and guides Mac towards the building. Jordan glances over at the camera, then chuckles and shakes his head.
Keyser: Shit...Alex Morgan will never know what hit him. I gotta feeling...this could be the beginning of the end of the NAW.
With that, we cut back to ringside.
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The view cuts to the ring as the lights in the arena go dim and “Night of the Wolf” by Saxon begins to play. Rebecca Martin walks to the center with a microphone.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentleman…this match is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing first from Warrington, England…weighing 254 pounds…Davey “The Knight” Vansen!!
Spotlights from the rafters begin to scan the crowd for a moment before fixating on Davey Vansen standing at the top of the stage, his head bowed towards the floor. Vansen then looks out into the crowd and raises his arms to the air as blue and red pyros explode behind him. He then nonchalantly walks down the ramp staring straight ahead as he makes his way towards the ring.
Gould: I’ve got to admit Torres…I’ve been looking forward to seeing this kid in action tonight. He’s a former member of the British Special Reconnaissance Regiment and he’s trained wrestling extensively at the British Wrestling Federation Wrestling Academy. He’s definitely got the credentials to be a huge force here in the NAW.
Torres: Well credentials or not, he’s also got two other guys looking to make a statement here tonight as well….and one of them is a highly motivated Trent Brown!
Davey Vansen gets to the ring and pulls himself up onto the apron. He climbs through the second rope and into the ring then removes his jacket and walks to his corner as his music comes to a stop. The sound of soft, gentle bagpipes then suddenly starts to fill the arena.
Rebecca: And coming to the ring next from Kilkenny, Ireland…weighing 207 pounds…”The Irish Curse” Garvan Bryant!!”
The heavy sound of an electric guitar kick in as the bagpipes fade out and Korn's "Shoots and Ladders" then continues to play. Garvan Bryant steps out from the back and walks down the aisle, jawing with the booing fans the entire way down.
Gould: This kid here looks to be about as arrogant as they come Jim. The ink isn’t even dry on his NAW contract and look at him already tormenting these fans as he walks to the ring. What a piece of work!
Torres: Well I’ve read his profile Gould and this guy here is also as crafty as they come too. He uses his speed and all-around ring knowledge to outmatch opponents twice his size. This should be a good match.
Garvan gets into the ring and slides inside, then walks the perimeter as he still continues to talk trash to the booing crowd. His music then comes to a stop and a few seconds later “A Warriors Call” By Volbeat begins to play.
Rebecca: And introducing next, from Dublin Ireland…weighing 267 pounds...Trent Brown!!
Trent appears on the ramp with his wife Katherine Brock - Brown at his side. He then heads towards the ring, ignoring the fans jeers and boos on his way.
Torres: And here’s the guy who’s looking to play spoiler to both of these two NAW newcomers tonight.
Gould: Indeed he is Jim, and Trent’s been inside the ring with the best that the NAW has to offer. These two rookies are sure getting one hell of a welcome to the NAW.
Trent arrives at the ring and climbs inside, glaring across at his opponents as Katherine takes position on the outside. His music then comes to a stop and the ring announcer Rebecca takes her leave from the ring as the bell sounds and the match gets underway. Davey Vansen and Garvan Bryant both walk to the center of the ring and begin to exchange words, a cocky smirk on Bryant’s face. Trent watches on as Vansen pushes Bryant, sending him stumbling backward a couple of steps. Bryant then charges forward and shoves Vansen, sending him backward a few steps as well. The two NAW rookies meet up in the center of the ring again and get nose to nose, but Trent appears to have seen enough and walks over and cracks Davey Vansen in the face with a huge roundhouse, sending him to the mat. Garvan Bryant steps back and smiles after assessing the situation, sensing that Trent is about to help him double team Vansen, and he extends a hand to Trent. But Trent completely ignores the handshake invitation and unleashes another devastating roundhouse, dropping Bryant to the mat.
Torres: Well Garvan Bryant and Davey Vansen were going through the feeling out process, but I guess Trent’s looking to get things heated up a little quicker here tonight!
Gould: Yeah well we heard from Trent Brown earlier this week and he sure didn’t sound like he was going to be wasting much time talking tonight, that’s for sure.
Trent walks over to where Vansen is getting to his feet and he tags him with a few more stiff shots to the head, then he tosses him into the corner. Trent follows him in and after a few more punches to the head he grabs Vansen’s arm and pulls him out of the corner to level him with a short arm closeline. Just then, the fans all start to look towards the entrance as somebody appears on the ramp.
Gould: Oh boy…this can’t be good.
Torres: It’s Tyson Phoenix?! What’s he doing out here?
The arena then begins to echo with boos as Tyson walks down the ramp and makes his way towards the ring area. He walks over and says a few words to Trent’s wife Kat on the outside, and instantly Trent spots him and charges to the edge of the ring. Trent points down at Tyson and yells a few threats his way, and Tyson puts both of his hands up and smiles innocently as he steps back and makes his way over to the announce table. He takes a seat in an empty chair next to Jim Torres and puts on a spare headset that’s sitting on the table in front of him.
Tyson: Jeez, nobody like to share their toys anymore do they? Here there fellas…how’s it going tonight?
Torres: Not too bad Tyson, how about yourself?
Tyson: Well I’m still waking up on the green side of the grass, so I’d say I’m doing pretty damned good Jim. I was just sitting back in my dressing room watching the start of this match and I figured I’d come out here and get a better look at these rookies. You know how adamant I am about getting a good look at all of the new talent in the NAW and trying to help them if I can. With my influence I really think I can give these kids a great chance at success here in the NAW.
Gould: Don’t you mean exploit their success? It’s pretty clear that you guys have been trying to pad the ranks of the Public Enemies with anybody that you can manage to snare.
Tyson: I honestly have no clue what your insinuating Gould, but I don’t think I like the sounds of it. If I were you I’d just sit back and watch the rest of the match and don’t worry about how the Public Enemies operate.
Meanwhile inside the ring Garvan Bryant has gotten up to his feet and he attacks Trent from behind with his own series of punches. Bryant irish whips Trent to the ropes and goes for a closeline but at the last second Trent ducks down and levels Bryant with a spear to the midsection.
Gould: Ouch! That could sure bring someone’s breakfast back up!
Tyson: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner I’d say…Trent almost split that guy in two!
Trent takes a few seconds to recover and gets to his feet, then starts to go to work on Bryant with some stomps. Vansen is back up and he comes over to blindside Trent with an uppercut to stagger him, followed by a running closeline to send him to the canvas. Vansen stays focused on Trent as he makes it up to his feet, then catches him and plants him on the mat again with a T-Bone suplex.
Gould: Impressive move by the newcomer!
Garvan Bryant gets back to his feet and looks at Davey Vansen in anger, but instead of rekindling his pushing match with Vansen again Bryant decides to assist him in double teaming Trent. They lift him to his feet and Bryant holds Trent’s arms behind him back as Vansen peppers him with lefts and rights. Bryant then grabs Trent by the hair and holds his head down while Vansen takes aim and then runs up to clobber Trent with a running knee lift. Trent falls backward to the canvas and holds his face as the two NAW newcomers stalk him and prepare to do more damage.
Tyson: See boys, this right here is how you win a triple threat match. Team up with one of your opponents to take out the strongest competition, and then when the time is right…..BAM, right in the freaking back! The only question is, which one of these rookies is going to grabs the knife and make that stab? My money’s on Bryant. What about you guys?
Torres: You’re on, I’ll take Vansen!
Gould: Will you two stop? This match is far from over.
Inside the ring the ring the rookie duo lift Trent to his feet and tosses him to the ropes with an irish whip, then flip him in the air with a double backdrop when he returns. Trent crashes to the mat and Bryant wastes no time keeping pressure on him as he walks over and drags Trent back to the center of the ring, then jumps up to land a knee drop to Trent’s head. Davey Vansen follows suit and drops an elbow across Trent’s chest, then Bryant points at the corner turnbuckle and yells direction to Vansen.
Bryant: Rip that damned padding off!
Vansen smiles and appears to agree with Bryant’s idea as he walks over and unties the padded cover from the turnbuckle.
Gould: Oh no what are they doing? That protective cover is in place for a reason!
Bryant lifts Trent to his feet and Vansen walks over to assist him. They each grab an arm and begin to set Trent up for an irish whip to the exposed turnbuckle, but at the last moment Trent breaks free from Vansen’s grasp and chops him to the throat. Vansen staggers backward and Trent uses his free arm to reverse the momentum and instead toss Garvan Bryant into the corner. Bryant slams into the corner back first and falls to the mat, then rolls to edge of the ring and falls the outside floor grimacing in pain as he holds his back.
Torres: Wow, talk about a backfire.
Vansen has recovered and he charges at Trent and catches him with a kick to the midsection, then grabs him and follows it up with a belly to belly suplex. Vansen hooks the leg and the ref hits the mat to make the count
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KICK OUT!
Gould: Close one there, but Trent kicks out at two.
Torres: Yeah he’s gonna need to do more than that to put Trent Brown away.
Davey Vansen pulls Trent to his feet and lifts him up for what appears to be his finisher, his version of the small package driver that he calls the Excalibur, but Trent manages to slip out of the move in mid-air and land behind Vansen on all four’s. Vansen quickly turns around but Trent is ready for him and he nails him with a low blow. Vansen keels over and Trent rolls him up and hooks the leg.
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Garvan Bryant pulled Trent out of the ring!
Gould: Garvan Bryant manages to get up and snag Trent by the leg to make the save!
Tyson: Nice thinking.
Trent scrambles to his feet with a surprised look on his face and Bryant is waiting for him. The two begin to exchange punches and they work their way to the ring steps. Bryant uses his speed advantage to duck out of the way of a few of Trent’s punches and get the upper hand, then he grabs Trent by the back of the head and attempts to slam his face into the steps. Trent puts a hand out to block himself from the steps, then cracks Bryant in the gut with a hard elbow to break free from him. With Bryant keeled over holding his stomach, Trent grabs him and slams him with his signature angle slam Raw Power right onto the ring steps! The crowd gasps in amazement as Bryant’s body bounces off the top of the steps and then ricochets off the ring apron before tumbling to the floor in front of the announcer’s table. Tyson claps with enjoyment as he looks down at Bryant on the floor holding his back.
Gould: He just bounced Garvan Bryant clear across the outside of the ring!
Tyson: Ha ha…beautiful!
Torres: Yeah Garvan Bryant’s gonna need one hell of a chiropractor before this is all over!
Trent walks over and starts to pull a section of the mat away from the floor to expose the bare concrete, the he yells in Bryant’s face as he slowly tries to get to his feet.
Trent: You want to play rough? Let’s play then!
Trent grabs Bryant as he’s trying to get to his feet and lifts him up, then he bodyslams him smack dab in the center of the exposed concrete. Again Garvan Bryant rolls around holding his back and Trent lifts him up and rolls hi into the ring. But unbeknownst to him, Davey Vansen has recovered and runs up to nail Trent in the face with baseball slide. Trent flies backward and slams into the front of the entrance table, and Davey Vansen signals for the ref to make the count as he covers Garvan Bryant
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Torres: Wow, I thought Vansen had the win right there.
Tyson: Me too, that was a great opportunity.
Gould: Excellent resilience shown by the newcomer Garvan Bryant.
Davey Vansen gets in the referee’s face and starts to complain about a slow count while behind him Garvan Bryant is crawling to the edge of the ring. He uses the ropes to pull himself up just as Trent is climbing back into the ring a few feet away with Kat cheering him on. Vansen sees them both and decides to charge at Trent on the apron with a bicycle kick, but Trent steps aside and pulls the top rope down, causing Vansen to tumble over the top rope and to the floor outside. Trent then climbs inside the ring and goes to work on the still woozy Garvan Bryant. He pushes Bryant backward into the corner and crushes him with a series of shoulder charges to the midsection, then when Bryant slumps down to a sitting position Trent takes a few steps back and runs in to plow Bryant in the face with a huge knee. Bryant’s head bounces off of the middle turnbuckle and he rolls to the floor outside. Trent decides to walk over and check on the Tyson situation as he takes his chance to recover a bit. Tyson notices Trent glaring at him and he smiles back with his usual smug looking grin.
Torres: Trent Brown doesn’t seem to trust you very much does he Tyson?
Tyson: No he sure doesn’t, and I don’t know why either. I mean come on guys, does this really look like the face of somebody who isn’t trustworthy?
Gould: You know I think I’m gonna pass on that question and just continue to call the match.
Trent gets back to business and climbs out of the ring just as both of the other wrestlers are recovering. Bryant has a chair in his hand that he snatched from the timekeeper and he folds it up and comes at Trent with it with a baseball swing. Trent jumps back and avoids the chair, then craftily snatches it out of Bryant’s hand and sends him reeling backward with a big boot to the chest. But just as he does that Davey Vansen runs up from behind and jumps up to bulldog him face first into the floor. Trent hits the floor and drops the chair, and Vansen picks it up just in time to smack Garvan Bryant right over the head as he comes charging up. Both Trent Brown and Garvan Bryant are laid out, and Davey Vansen looks at both of them as he weighs his options.
Gould: Somebody needs to get that chair away from him! This isn’t a hardcore match!
Torres: No, but it is a triple threat…which means no disqualification.
Trent Brown starts to crawl to his feet and Vansen smacks him across the back with the chair to send him to the floor again. He then follows that up with two more hits for good measure. Vansen tosses the chair aside and rolls Trent back inside the ring, then he follows him back in and calls for the ref to make the count
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Gould: Wow, Trent brown still has life in him!
Tyson: Not bad. The guy’s sure showing how tough he is tonight, I’ll give him that much.
Vansen looks a bit frustrated as he continues to work on Trent with stomps and punches as he’s trying to get up. He then grabs Trent in a headlock and drives him headfirst into the mat with a DDT. Again he crawls over to make the cover, but Garvan Bryant has made his way back inside the ring with the chair and smacks Vansen across the back before the count even begins. Vansen rolls off of Trent holding his back and Bryant tosses the chair aside and covers Trent instead as he yells at the ref to make the count.
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Bryant sits up and glares at the ref as he holds up two fingers, then he shakes his head in frustration as he scrambles to his feet.
Gould: Garvan Bryant not very happy with that two count. He may need to think of something big to put Trent away.
Torres: Yeah and I that something is coming right now!
Bryant signals for his finisher as he grabs Trent and irish whips him to the ropes. He swings for the Irish Hammer but Trent ducks under it and runs past him, then bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and comes back to level Bryant with the Brute Force!
Gould: What a closeline! He just about decapitated him!
Torres: This one could be over!
Tyson: Not yet fellas…look at Davey Vansen!
Davey Vansen has made it to his feet and he picks up the chair from the mat. But Trent notices him and just as Vansen turns towards him Trent comes flying at him with the lights out and nails the chair he has held out in front of him, driving in straight back into his own face! The crowd gasps in amazement as Vansen does a backflip and lands face down in the center of the ring.
Tyson: Ok, now it’s probably over.
Trent drags the unconscious Davey Vansen over and lays him next to Garvan Bryant, who is also still laid out. He then gets down and covers both men as the ref counts
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The bell sounds and Rebecca Martin enters the ring as “A Warriors Call” By Volbeat plays again.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentleman….here is your winner….Trent Brown!!
Kat climbs into the ring and celebrates with Trent as the ref raises his hand in victory.
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When we come back from the commercial, we see Alex Morgan standing in the middle of the ring as "Tom Sawyer" slowly fades out from playing. He smiles as the crowd gets quiet for him immediately, and he nods.
Morgan: Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you've all been wondering just what announcement I had in store for you all. Some of you may have known, some of you may be totally in the dark, but all of you seem to know by now that it has to do with a major return that I'm not sure anyone was expecting to be so sudden.
He walks around the ring while he talks.
Morgan: But right this very second, I would actually much rather talk about number one contenders, because we need to know, right? First of all, for the Femme Fatale Championship, Katherine Brock-Brown is entitled to her rematch. I have spoken with Farah Khan, and she would like to merge that with one of the men's titles, but at the moment, it will remained sanctioned. The title will be defended against Katherine at Holiday Fear next month.
A pop of the crowd at the first announcement.
Morgan: The next championship that will receive their number one contender will be the NAW Championship. That title will be defended against Sebastian Jankowski! Sebastian comes out here every single show and leaves every bit of energy that he has inside of this very ring. For that reason, I feel like he deserves this title shot.
The crowd pops even louder at the mention of Jankowski getting his shot at the NAW Title.
Morgan: The other championship...the Horizon Championship... will also be defended at Holiday Fear. The title will be defended against a returning contender. Someone that wasn't even an official part of the roster for the past several weeks, while on an indefiniite suspension. But you see... I looked into some things. A few shows ago, the V-List were suspended by Isaac Bloom indefinitely. We did our stuff, looked into the reasons behind the suspension, and the alleged violations that Bloom had given were all proven to be completely false. So please, welcome back, the V-List, and your number one contender for the Horizon Championship, "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
Fraggle and Euan Dante appear on the stage as "Storytime" by Nightwish plays, and head down the ramp, shaking hands with Alex Morgan as we cut to the back.
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We cut to the back, where we find Kat walking through one of the locker room corridors under the arena. Up ahead, Jordan Keyser rounds a corner, and smirks when he sees Kat. As the two get closer, Jordan looks her up and down. When they pass, Jordan pulls out some kind of business card, and offers it to Kat.
Keyser: Here, honey, this is the address of the apartment I keep here in town. Why don't you head over there, get yourself acclimated with the bedroom and the kitchen, maybe whip up some supper. I'll meet you there after the show. Don’t worry, I can assure you Trent will understand.
Kat smiles a sickly sweet smile and reaches for the business card. Instead, though, she grabs Jordan by the wrist, and pulls him closer. With the other hand, she slaps him hard across the jaw.
Kat: Why don't you go home, fix your own supper, and jerk off into a sock, you pig headed piece of shit.
Momentarily stunned, Jordan takes a step or two back. His lip is busted, and he spits a little blood on the floor. Furious, he grabs Kat by the throat, lifts her, and slams her back against the wall. Kat fights back, but Jordan catches an arm and keeps her pinned against the wall. Jordan leans closer, but before he can say a word...
My, my, my...
Jordan whips his head around, and there stands the Black Friar.
Friar: Look at you, all big and tough. It must make you feel good, roughing up young women like that.
Kat is starting to turn blue when Jordan drops her and turns toward the Friar. Kat gasps for air, then begins to control her breathing a little.
Keyser: Tell you what, Friar Tuck, why don't you mind your own business. Around here, when someone sticks their nose into someone else's business, it tends to get broken. Follow me?
Black Friar: Oh, I'm sure that's true. Fortunately for me, I don't have to worry about that. You're not really going to be in any shape to do anything about it.
Before Jordan can reply, Kat hits him from behind with a forearm. Jordan staggers forward, then turns and is met with a vicious kick to the face. Jordan goes down to a knee, and when he gets back up, Kat and Friar are both staring at him intently. Jordan shakes his head.
Keyser: Screw this. You two watch your backs. The Public Enemies don't take this type of thing lying down. This will come back to bite you,.
Kat: Trent will kill you for this, Jordan. I can promise you that.
Jordan turns and walks away, and Kat and the Friar stare after him. After he rounds the corner, Kat turns and glares at the Friar.
Kat: Next time, butt out. If I need your help, I'll ask for it.
The Friar just chuckles.
Black Friar: Of course. Obviously you had him right where you wanted him.
Kat gives him one last furious look, then turns and storms off. We cut to one last shot of the Friar, then cut to a commercial.
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We come back to the main arena one last time and the crowd is on their feet. They're all cheering loudly and excitedly as "My Generation" by Limp Bizkit plays loudly, and the crowd absolutely erupts. The crowd continues cheering for several seconds as Sebastian Janowski comes from behind the curtain and runs all the way to one corner of the stage, holding his arms up high. He stands there, banging his head with the music as we catch our first glimpse of his partner, Mateusz Bartkowiak. The larger Polishman stands at the mouth of the ramp for a second while Mariposa, the third member of Generation Poland and the only female, stands next to him. The three start making their way down the ramp, Sebastian excitedly high fiving all the fans he can.
Gould: Here comes Generation Poland, and we heard earlier tonight, Jim, taht these guys are the start of what we know right now as Team Morgan. A great group, to say the very least.
Torres: Great at what, exactly? These guys are a couple of chumps that the Enemies are using for nothing more than target practice for when a real challenge comes along.
Both men slide into the ring and Mariposa continues to make her way around the ring, greeting fans all the way, then slaps Gould a high five while totally disacknowledging Torres. Jankowski does his signature backflip from the turnbuckle and goes into the team's corner to discuss strategy with Bartkowiak as their music fades out. "King of Kings" by Motorhead fades in, and the crowd begins to boo more loudly than they have the rest of the night. The pyros go off in the familiar "X" formation, and after the smoke clears, we see Jordan Keyser with Gunner Hughes in tow, just a step or two behind. The two of them stand and stare at the booing fans in disgust, and start on their way down the ramp.
Torres: Here come the main eventers. The guys that everyone paid to see tonight.
Gunner and Jordan get into the ring and stare down the opposition, and Jankowski continues to hop up and down, getting the blood flowing. The two teams discuss strategy, and Eddie Higgins takes to the ring.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Tag Team Match that is scheduled for one fall! First, to my left....being accompanied by Mariposa.... They are Sebastian Jankowski and Mateusz Bartkowiak.... GENERATION POLAND!
The crowd blows the roof off of the arena, and the two Polish superstars smile and wave.
Rebecca: And their opponents... The team of Gunner Hughes and the NAW Champion Jordan Keyser.... The PUBLIC ENEMIES!
The loud cheers turn into the same tone but with boos, and the two teams back into their corners. They continue to talk until Higgins calls for the bell, and in the next couple of seconds, it is decided that Gunner will start against Matty B. The two men circle the ring and they lock up, Gunner getting the clear upper hand quickly, shoving Mateusz into a neutral corner. He holds him there and holds an arm out, going in for a huge chop, but Mateusz catches the hand and shoves it away, sending Gunner in half a spin. Mateusz goes for a kick but Gunner catches it and shoves him back, and Mateusz hits his head off the second turnbuckle.
Gould: Ouch.
Gunner yanks him to his feet and whips him into the ropes toward Keyser, who sticks a knee in between the ropes and catches him in the spine. Gunner comes over and picks Mateusz up, shoving him into the corner and tagging in Keyser, and the two alternate stomps until Mateusz is in a sitting position. Keyser backs up a few steps while Gunner gets out onto the apron, and Keyser charges, hitting Mateusz with a low dropkick. He pulls Mateusz to the center of the ring and covers him.
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Kickout before the two count by Matty B, and the crowd gets excited that he got it. Keyser gets up and pulls Mateusz up, but keeps him on one knee. He throws a few kicks to the chest of the big man, and steps back, then boots him in the face before smiling and nodding his head to the booing crowd.
Torres: Showing everyone in the arena why he's the champ.
Keyser picks Mateusz up, who shoves him and boots him this time, sending Keyser down. Mateusz falls to one knee, but is able to reach over and tag in his much smaller teammate. Sebastian makes the tag and immediately climbs to the top rope, hitting Jordan with a Missile Dropkick. He rushes to his feet and starts hitting Jordan in the chest with kicks when Jordan gets to his knees, and he ends the series with a Buzzsaw Kick to the back of the head. He covers Jordan now.
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Not enough, Jordan powers out of the pin attempt. Sebastian gets up again and starts stomping rapidly at Jordan, keeping him down. He pulls Jordan to his feet and whips him into the Generation Poland corner. Mateusz watches as Jankowski charges and sends Jordan across the ring with a monkey flip. Jordan crawls to his corner and Jankowski goes running again, but Jordan rolls out of the way and Jankowski instinctively lands on the second turnbuckle. Gunner hits him with a huge paw to the chest though, and Jankowski falls to the mat, clutching his chest and the air being knocked out of him.
Gould: Wow... cheap shot..
Torres: Doing what they have to do to pick up the win. It's a dog eat dog world, and these guys know that.
Jordan slides back into the ring and leans on the corner, and when Jankowski gets up, Jordan runs at him and immediately starts hitting him in the chest with some jabs. Jankowski is forced backward, and Jordan forces him to the ropes. He whips him to the other ropes, and when Jankowski comes back, Jordan meets him with a Dropkick. He picks Jankowski up and plants him in the center of the ring with a DDT.
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Gould: Oh man, it's gonna get crazy out there.
Torres: Of course it will, it's a tag team match for crying out loud. Never fails.
Mateusz picks Gunner up and starts hitting him in the chest with chop after chop. He looks for a Big Boot, but Gunner grabs the boot and spins Mateusz around, quickly landing a German Suplex onto the ramp, and we hear a very loud THUD as Mateusz hits his head. Gunner turns to where Jankowski and Keyser are fighting and charges, hitting Jankowski with a monstrous clothesline, then he looks at Keyser, both men hitting simultaneous elbow drops onto the White-Red Kid. Jankowski rolls around in pain and Gunner picks him up, looking to throw him into the nearby ring stairs, but Jankowski puts an arm out and boosts himself over them. Jordan runs and jumps onto the stairs, jumping off and hitting Jankowski with a Dropkick that sends him into the guardrail, and Mariposa runs near Jankowski to see if he's okay. When it doesn't slow Jordan at all, she gets out of the way as he rolls Jankowski back into the ring.
Gould: This is gonna be quite violent it seems, Jim.
Torres: Indeed it is, Gould. All four of these men are acting as if they have something to prove.
Jordan hops up onto the apron, and when Jankowski is to his feet he springboards from the top rope, looking for the Perfect Execution, but Jankowski is able to counter it in a quick miracle and turn it into a rotating Spinebuster that causes an eruption in the crowd. Gunner looks to get into the ring, but Mateusz gets to him too quickly and throws him into the ring post, then climbs up onto the apron, quickly grabbing his team's tag rope and Jankowski tags him in before rolling out of the ring. Mateusz runs at Jordan and boots him in the chest, laying him out, and then he stomps on the NAW champion repeatedly. He quickly covers.
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Kickout by Jordan, and Mateusz looks frustrated. He picks Jordan up and sends him into the corner, then stomps and stomps until Jordan is seated, backs up, but goes too far and Gunner is able to trip him up. This gives Jordan a bit of time to get himself going again, and he runs at Mateusz, planting connecting with a double knee Facebuster, and he covers again.
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Higgins notices that Mateusz has a foot on the ropes and stops the count just in time. He tells Jordan about it, who gets up to argue with him, and while he does, Gunner pulls Mateusz out of the ring. He starts throwing rights at Mateusz, and Jankowski runs in, across the ring and dives over the top rope to take Gunner out. Gunner catches him, but still falls, and Jankowski is able to roll through and get back to his feet quickly.
Gould: Great save by Sebastian there, it definitely evened things up again.
Mateusz helps make sure Gunner stays down, and then slides into the ring. He goes for a clothesline to Jordan, who ducks and is able to connect with an Inverted Double Underhook Face Driver.
Torres: Pretty sure that's the first time we've seen Jordan connect with that! He calls it the Lethal Injection!
Gould: We're gonna see just how lethal! ONE... TWO... NO! STILL NOT ENOUGH THE BIG MAN KICKS OUT!
Jordan looks absolutely devastated that Mateusz kicked out, and he viciously attacks the Polishman into the corner. He backs up and is met with a dropkick from Jankowski, who quickly leaves the ring, and when Jordan gets up, he is met with a running clothesline from Mateusz, and both men lie on the mat for a few seconds, collecting themselves. Jordan is pulled out of the ring by Gunner, who starts snapping him out of his daze and when Jordan is alive again, he hops up onto the apron. He nods his head, awaiting the opportunity, and when the time is right, he connects with the Perfect Execution! Jankowski comes in, but Jordan hits him hard with a right hand, then tags in Gunner. Gunner stands in the corner, and Jordan whips him near Gunner, who moves forward and meets Mateusz with the Buckshot, then covers!
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Rebecca: And your winners....the Public Enemies!
The crowd boos as "Dead Man Walking" hits, and the two men stand in the center of the ring, taking their title belts back and holding them high, spiting the fans as much as they possibly can as the show fades out, but not before we get another flash of the NAW logo closely followed by the CWC logo.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of NAW Meltdown! The crowd is alive tonight, Jim, and we have an awesome show in store for them!
Torres: Things are looking good for NAW. Between Revenge and now we've signed several new people, and we actually have a few debuts, including our opening bout, which I am incredibly interested in.
Gould: Not to mention Generation Poland debuting as a team, and Sarah Snap adding a little headlining to the Femme Fatale Division.
Torres: How could I even think about forgetting The Headliner?
The music fades out, and the lights come back on. After some silence, the crowd echoes in boos as Isaac Bloom appears on the stage. He heads down the ramp, adjusting his tie. He has a microphone in his hand, and nobody is excited for that, because this means he's talking. He gets into the ring and waits for the crowd to get quiet, which takes a while, because every time he goes to speak, they boo again. He finally has to try to cut the booing himself.
Bloom: Jealousy is an awful thing, you know.
The crowd boos again, and his face smirks.
Bloom: You see, I came out here to make a big announcement. To bring out a man that you should all show an immense respect to. To welcome us as we usher in a new era in NAW. So with that, I would like to mention a few things.
He takes the mic away and lets the boos come at him for a minute, then starts talking again.
Bloom: You see, at Revenge, it was us against the world. There are four of us, myself and the Public Enemies. And we are taking on the rest of this company all by ourselves. And the best part about that is that we're winning this war. And without further ado, I would like to introduce to you the soldiers that are winning.
He holds his arms toward the stage, only for "Tom Sawyer" by Rush to play over the PA system. Alex Morgan appears on the stage after a few seconds, and the crowd goes wild with cheers to finally see someone who they don't despise. Morgan stands atop the stage with a microphone.
Morgan: Oh, I'm sorry...am I interrupting something? Ah, well. It is my company after all. I can do what I want.
Bloom: Like drive it into the ground? Because that's all that you've done for over a year, Morgan. Without me, your company would have gone under by now. You should be thanking me, and worshipping the ground that I walk on.
Morgan: And why is that? Because you can set up organized beatdowns of my talent on a regular basis? Need I go down the list of people who you have put out of action because of your little "movement"?
Bloom: We're just trimming the fat. Making this company as good as it can be. It's about time that somebody tried to let the place live up to its potential. Like I said, you should be thankful. Now one more time, allow me to introduce you to your NAW Champion....
There is silence. Morgan smiles.
Morgan: You know what, you get the Enemies ready. Because there is a war coming, and these men will be on the front lines. These men will defend this company, no matter what, under any and all circumstances. It's called loyalty. Welcome the first to join the NAW Army!
"My Generation" by Limp Bizkit hits the system, and the crowd pops loudly. After a few seconds, Mateusz Bartkowiak and everyone's favorite Polishman, Sebastian Jankowski appear on the stage on either side of Alex Morgan. Jankowski gives him a pat on the back, and Mateusz just smiles and waves, then gives a glare down to Isaac Bloom. Morgan applauds, leading the crowd into a standing ovation. When Mateusz and Jankowski turn around though, they are met with a double Clothesline from Gunner Hughes. He stands over the two downed bodies. Mateusz gets back up quickly though, and the two go at it, shot for shot. Jankowski is up as well, and Tyson Phoenix comes at him, knocking him to the stage floor again. This brawl goes on for a minute or two before security comes rushing out and breaking it up, holding all the men back. Somehow, we see Jordan Keyser with Isaac Bloom in the ring, must have snuck down while all the attention was on the brawl on the stage. Morgan glares down to the ring, and the two glare back at him as we cut to the first commercial break of the evening.
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Commercial break, featuring the interfed that we are a part of, the CWC. The CWC is a great interfed featuring the likes of feds such as the VWF, APW, and BWF. They can be found at:
www.wearecwc.com
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When we return from commercial, we see the crowd getting psyched up for the return to action. After a few seconds of silence, the lights cut out. There are lights on the stage that appear as ceremonial candles, much like you would see in some sort of church or what have you. An ominous bell is heard ringing through the arena, and we see the camera flashes going off from fans all over. An electric guitar finally starts, and as the smoke on the stage clears, we see the first glimpse of Black Friar, one of the newest signings. He stares down at the empty ring, not showing any emotion, as though it would be visible if he did from behind the mask he wears. He heads down the ramp slowly, not even once glancing away from the ring, staring a hole through Rebecca and Mark Lansing.
Rebecca: The following match is our opening match of the evening and is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, the Black Friar!
Friar goes down to the bottom of the ramp, climbing up the ring stairs and walking a lap around the ring to get himself accustomed to it. He pulls on the ropes a bit as the lights come back on and his music fades out, and he stands in his corner, tightening his robes to prevent them from becoming a problem during the matchup.
Gould: What do you make of this guy, Jim?
Torres: Looks like we might have a lunatic on our hands, Gouldy.
His music finally comes to a stop and the crowd waits to see who will be gracing the arena next. After several seconds of silence, another new theme begins, as the intro to "Badass" by Saliva plays loudly. After several seconds, we finally get a glimpse of yet another new signing, this one is quite large. Mac Bane stands tall atop the stage as soon as the music starts to get heavy, and looks around at the fans, shaking his head as he stares right down at the ring at his opposition for the evening. He starts to head quickly down the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Port Arthur, Texas... Mac Bane!
Mac stands at the foot of the ramp, staring into the ring and getting ready, then finally runs, sliding in. He goes straight for Friar, who ducks underneath him after he starts charging as well. Bane bounds off the ropes and hits Friar hard with a shoulder block, flattening him. The bell rings instantly, and Rebecca almost dives out of the ring to get out of the way. The music cuts and Bane goes right for the smaller opponent, picking him up and whipping him into the corner. Friar is able to use his agility to hop up onto the top turnbuckle and jump over Bane, rolling forward on the mat and quickly returning to his feet. He charges at Bane and hits him with a running Crossbody, but he is caught, and Bane sends him harshly to the outside with a Fallaway Slam.
Torres: It was kinda sick on Morgan's part to book this match. Bane is gonna destroy this little punk in like a minute.
Friar rolls over onto his back, clearly in some bad pain, and Bane rolls out of the ring and grabs him by his robes, tossing him with great ease into the guardrail as the count begins.(. . .1 . . .2) Mac picks Friar up again and rolls him into the ring, sliding in after him. Friar slowly gets up and Mac hits him hard with some right hands before whipping him into the corner. He backs up, charging and booting Friar in the chest, and Friar hits the mat, grasping his chest in pain. The crowd boos loudly as Mac goes to town on him, hitting him with right hand after right hand to the temple before he goes for a cover.
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Kickout by Friar! Friar rolls over and tries to shake the cobwebs as Mac lets out a loud battle cry.
Torres: Wow, Mac Bane is an animal. This is some awesome ferocity. Great signing, Morgan!
Bane goes over to Friar, who is slowly getting to his feet and gives him a huge boot to the chest, flattening him. He picks Friar up again, a feral grin across his face. He lifts Friar over his shoulder and carries him toward the corner. He looks like he is about to give him the Snake Eyes on the corner, but Friar squirms around and is able to slide down behind Mac and land on his feet. He shoves Mac into the corner, but Mac catches himself. Mac holds himself in the corner for a second, and turns around. Friar greets his turn around with a kick to the temple.
Gould: Looks like the Black Friar is trying to get himself back into this one!
Torres: Not sure if it's too late for this or not, he might be too far gone for it.
Friar is flat on his back, and Mac is down, but stirring. Friar looks to be almost worn out as Mac gets to his feet. He stomps on Friar a few times before Friar grabs his ankle, rolling and pulling him down onto his stomach. Friar gets to his feet in a quick rush before backing to the corner. He climbs up onto the top turnbuckle and stands tall as Mac gets to his feet. He turns to where Friar stands and he is hit with a Missile Dropkick. Friar gets back to his feet and locks Mac into an armbar. Mac is able to get to the ropes after struggling for a few seconds though, and Friar hurries to his feet. He runs to the ropes and comes back at Mac, who is to his feet now, and Mac hits him with a huge Spinebuster! The crowd is on their feet as Mac gets to his feet and lets out another feral battle cry.
Torres: Here we go, Gould! Things are getting good! And Friar to his feet slowly and dazedly....and there it is! Business As Usual!
Mac Bane gets the three count and his first victory in his debut, the crowd not behind him at all. Mark Lansing tries to lift his arm up, but Mac rips it away and holds his arms high in the air as "Badass" hits the system. He looks down at Black Friar, who rolls onto his stomach, not wanting to move.
Rebecca: Here is your winner....MAC BANE!
Mac heads up the ramp slowly, shouting at the fans who continue to boo him.
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The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle and “Sideshow” Euan Dante standing in the parking lot of the arena.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Alex Morgan and Mr Bloom this is a very special message aimed at both of you.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle and “Sideshow” Euan Dante: BRING BACK V-LIST!
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: That’s right bring us back by doing the right thing and dropping our suspensions from NAW because at the end of the day you guys need us here.
Scene fades.
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The crowd is alive as we return from the last commercial break. After several seconds of nothing but them cheering and psyching themselves up, we hear the hectic combination of instruments that make up "Bitch Please" and the crowd begins to boo. After a few seconds, that lazy eyed bastard, Jake Norton, appears on the stage. He stands off to the side, holding his arms toward the curtain, and out pops Farah Khan. He grins wider as the boos continue to get louder. Khan twerks down the ramp and Norton just follows her down slowly, that grin continuing to grow. He grabs a kid's hat in the front row and puts it on, before taking it off and throwing it back at him.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Chi-Town.... Being accompanied by Jake Norton.... Farah Khan!
Farah gets into the ring and climbs up onto a turnbuckle, flexing her biceps, half jokingly, a huge grin on her face. She hops down to the mat and turns to face the stage. After her music fades out, we hear "Girls on Film" by Duran Duran taking over. After a few seconds of it, another unfamiliar face appears on the stage, camcorder in hand and a tripod in her big bag she carries. She smiles down the ramp and slowly heads down the ramp. As she gets about half way, she begins taking the tripod for the camera out of the bag, never stopping on her way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And her opponent... From Preston, Idaho.... The Headliner.... Sarah Snap!
Snap stops and sets the tripod up not far from the corner that she intends to start in. She makes sure it captures the entire ring, and slides in then. She stands across the ring from Farah, and Norton walks over, examining the camera as her music fades out and the bell rings.
Torres: Is it just me, or does that guy give you the creeps, Gould?
Gould: I'm pretty familiar with Norton, which doesn't make him any less creepy.
The two women circle the ring, Sarah Snap going for the lockup that has become so familiar. Khan won't have any of it though, and she just kicks Snap back. Snap steps back and then goes back forward, lunging after Khan, who trips her up and stomps on her a few times before she can get up. Snap does get right back up though, hitting Khan with a few kicks of her own to either side of Khan's ribs. Khan comes back with a huge spinning hand to the face, which flattens Snap. She starts pulling herself back up, but Khan won't let her get any ground whatsoever, hitting her with a couple right hands before whipping her into the corner. She charges and hits Snap with a running Dropkick, sending her to the mat clutching her chest. Khan gets up and twerks around the ring for a minute, a grin on her face again. She goes over to Snap, who is slowly getting up and shoves Khan. Khan steps back and Snap looks for a Roundhouse kick, but Khan ducks and hits Snap with one of her own. She goes for a cover.
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Gould: Kickout by Sarah Snap there, and Khan looks really mad.
Torres: Well this new girl, hot as she may be, has no reason to be in the ring with Khan. Khan is an animal and deserves better than this second-rate booking farce that's going on here.
Khan is to her feet and showboating around the ring, totally oblivious to Sarah Snap, who is on her feet and leaning on a turnbuckle. As Khan comes toward her, still twerking her ass off, Snap climbs up to the second rope. From there she Missile Dropkicks Khan, almost taking her head right off. She hurries over and covers her, hooking a leg.
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Gould: Oh wow, almost got knocked off by the new girl.
Torres: Please, like Khan is gonna give her that.
Khan gets to her feet and Norton yells at her to hurry and get up. Snap is on her feet and smiling now, seeing that things are in her favor at the moment. She stares at Khan, getting herself ready to go as Khan pulls herself to her feet using the ropes. She slowly turns toward Sarah, who looks for the Snap Shot, but at the same time, Farah is quick enough to duck and scoop her over the top and to the outside, just narrowly missing Norton. Norton jumps back to avoid any issues, his hands up and he clearly looks at Lansing. Farah yells for him to roll her back into the ring, which he does, and Lansing has words with him quickly before Khan nods her head and takes a step back. Sarah slowly gets to her feet, and Khan hits her with that vicious Bicycle Kick. She falls to her hands and knees, then covers Sarah, hooking the leg and nodding her head with the count.
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"Bitch Please" plays and Khan gets to her feet, being handed her title and she holds it high. She poses while Norton puts the belt back around her waist, and the two hurry out of the ring as Sarah Snap gets out of her daze quickly and runs after them. She leans on the ropes and stares at Farah, saying "This isn't over" as Farah just shrugs.
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The scene opens to hallways of the Georgia Dome where Meltdown happens to be for the night. There are various noises that you would associate with a wrestling show. Heavy metal carts being rolled across the floor and the sounds of laughter in random conversations. At last we see Katherine Brock–Brown walking down the long hallway in disappointed manner.
She’s dressed to kill in a black sleeveless sweetheart style dress that falls just above her knees. Her long dark hair is left down falling gracefully over slim but muscled shoulders. Her lovely fair skin contrasts nicely her red lipstick giving her an old Hollywood look. Her sliver sandal style heels click along the hard floor as she walks along it. Up ahead blocking her path is NAW newcomer Garvan Bryant. Garvan, liking what he sees, gives Katherine the old up and down and with a smile starts speaking to her.
Garvan: What's the matter, darlin'? There's no reason a beautiful lass like you should be lookin' so sad.
Katherine smiles at the newcomer as she explains why she’s rather sad.
Katherine: Well first off thank you for the compliment and second I’m rather disappointed I lost the Femme Fatale Championship. I’m Katherine Brock – Brown.
Katherine extends her right hand in greeting to Garvan as she smiles once again. Garvan takes her hand and kisses it.
Garvan:Enchanté.
The French sounds odd with Garvan's thick Irish accent on it.
Garvan: Shame about that. I really thought you'd had it. So... where's yer ol' man? Shouldn't he be tryin' to brighten your day right about now?
Katherine smiles once again. Not quite sure how to take the man’s flirting she answers him about the whereabouts of her husband.
Katherine: He should be alone soon. He’s going over a few things before his match with you and that Davey Vansen.
About that time Trent happens to walk on the scene seeing the two talking. With a frown on his face looks towards Garvan and with his own Irish accent that varies somewhat from Garvin’s demands to know what’s going on.
Trent : Is there a problem here, lad?
Trent stands at the ready for a fight as awaits the man’s answer. Garvan looks up at Trent and smirks.
Garvan: No problem. No problem at all.
Garvan takes a few steps back, all the while making sure not to take his eyes off of Trent.
Garvan: At least, not one that can't be solved in the ring. See you there, little man.
Garvan walks off chuckling to himself as Katherine Brock-Brown puts her hand on Trent's chest, urging him not to go after Garvan.
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We cut backstage, and find NAW Champ Jordan Keyser and Public Enemies Manager Tyson Phoenix walking through the parking garage. The two of them are in deep conversation, and the camera pulls in at the tail end of it.
Keyser: Look, man, I don't care who they throw at us, it's not gonna change a thing. Hell, they can put Gunner and I in a match against the entire population of Eastern Europe, and it would still be an absolute massacre for the Public Enemies. Any team with Sebastian Jankowski on it is a team that is destined to lose.
Tyson grins at Jordan's confidence, but shakes his head.
Tyson: Look, Jordan, you know I'm as confident as they come, especially in you and Gunner, but that doesn't mean these guys are to be taken lightly. The NAW may hire some complete turds, but I'm not sure Sebastian is one of them.
Jordan shrugs him off.
Keyser: He's a grown man that runs around saying that his everything is at "level 9000." What about that can even come close to being taken seriously?
Before Tyson can answer him, a man steps out from between a row of cars behind the two. It's none other than Mac Bane, one of the NAW's newest and most promising superstars. Mac looks a little rough from his match with the Friar earlier, but seems to carry it well.
Bane: Well well well. If it isn't the "great" Jordan Keyser. Look at you, running wild all over the NAW. Kinda like beating up a bunch of first graders...make you feel tough?
Jordan spins, eyes narrowing as soon as he sees Bane. The champ smirks.
Keyser: Mac Bane...I didn't think your probation officer would let you leave the state of Texas. Did that Dallas hooker finally drop those assault charges?
Bane doesn't even crack a smile. He takes a few slow steps toward Jordan.
Bane: If by Dallas Hooker, you mean your ex-wife, she decided that assault wasn't really the right term for what I put her through...
Jordan matches Bane's movement, and in seconds the two are nose to nose. Tyson, meanwhile, looks like he's about to step in the middle, when Mac suddenly breaks out a wide grin and holds out his hand.
Bane: Dammit, man, it's good to see you. When I heard you were in the NAW, I had to hand in an application. It's been a long time.
Jordan takes the hand and smiles as well, then puts an arm around Bane's shoulders and turns to Tyson.
Keyser: Tyson, I'd like you to meet one of the meanest bastards I've ever known. Mac Bane, meet Tyson Phoenix, the man who laid the foundation for what has become the Public Enemies.
Tyson and Mac shake hands, as Tyson looks Bane up and down.
Keyser: Mac here's an old family friend. His grandpa and mine were pioneers in the Texas and Oklahoma oil industries. Hell, nearly all the oil my company pulls out of Texas comes through the Bane family.
Jordan turns back to Mac.
Keyser: We'll have to catch up later. Look, Gunner and I have the Main Event tonight...Tyson, why don't you tell Mac here a little bit about everything the Public Enemies are trying to do to spruce up the NAW. Maybe take him down and introduce him to Bloom. After the show's over, we can hit that bar over on 8th street.
Tyson nods, and guides Mac towards the building. Jordan glances over at the camera, then chuckles and shakes his head.
Keyser: Shit...Alex Morgan will never know what hit him. I gotta feeling...this could be the beginning of the end of the NAW.
With that, we cut back to ringside.
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The view cuts to the ring as the lights in the arena go dim and “Night of the Wolf” by Saxon begins to play. Rebecca Martin walks to the center with a microphone.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentleman…this match is scheduled for one fall and is a triple threat match. Introducing first from Warrington, England…weighing 254 pounds…Davey “The Knight” Vansen!!
Spotlights from the rafters begin to scan the crowd for a moment before fixating on Davey Vansen standing at the top of the stage, his head bowed towards the floor. Vansen then looks out into the crowd and raises his arms to the air as blue and red pyros explode behind him. He then nonchalantly walks down the ramp staring straight ahead as he makes his way towards the ring.
Gould: I’ve got to admit Torres…I’ve been looking forward to seeing this kid in action tonight. He’s a former member of the British Special Reconnaissance Regiment and he’s trained wrestling extensively at the British Wrestling Federation Wrestling Academy. He’s definitely got the credentials to be a huge force here in the NAW.
Torres: Well credentials or not, he’s also got two other guys looking to make a statement here tonight as well….and one of them is a highly motivated Trent Brown!
Davey Vansen gets to the ring and pulls himself up onto the apron. He climbs through the second rope and into the ring then removes his jacket and walks to his corner as his music comes to a stop. The sound of soft, gentle bagpipes then suddenly starts to fill the arena.
Rebecca: And coming to the ring next from Kilkenny, Ireland…weighing 207 pounds…”The Irish Curse” Garvan Bryant!!”
The heavy sound of an electric guitar kick in as the bagpipes fade out and Korn's "Shoots and Ladders" then continues to play. Garvan Bryant steps out from the back and walks down the aisle, jawing with the booing fans the entire way down.
Gould: This kid here looks to be about as arrogant as they come Jim. The ink isn’t even dry on his NAW contract and look at him already tormenting these fans as he walks to the ring. What a piece of work!
Torres: Well I’ve read his profile Gould and this guy here is also as crafty as they come too. He uses his speed and all-around ring knowledge to outmatch opponents twice his size. This should be a good match.
Garvan gets into the ring and slides inside, then walks the perimeter as he still continues to talk trash to the booing crowd. His music then comes to a stop and a few seconds later “A Warriors Call” By Volbeat begins to play.
Rebecca: And introducing next, from Dublin Ireland…weighing 267 pounds...Trent Brown!!
Trent appears on the ramp with his wife Katherine Brock - Brown at his side. He then heads towards the ring, ignoring the fans jeers and boos on his way.
Torres: And here’s the guy who’s looking to play spoiler to both of these two NAW newcomers tonight.
Gould: Indeed he is Jim, and Trent’s been inside the ring with the best that the NAW has to offer. These two rookies are sure getting one hell of a welcome to the NAW.
Trent arrives at the ring and climbs inside, glaring across at his opponents as Katherine takes position on the outside. His music then comes to a stop and the ring announcer Rebecca takes her leave from the ring as the bell sounds and the match gets underway. Davey Vansen and Garvan Bryant both walk to the center of the ring and begin to exchange words, a cocky smirk on Bryant’s face. Trent watches on as Vansen pushes Bryant, sending him stumbling backward a couple of steps. Bryant then charges forward and shoves Vansen, sending him backward a few steps as well. The two NAW rookies meet up in the center of the ring again and get nose to nose, but Trent appears to have seen enough and walks over and cracks Davey Vansen in the face with a huge roundhouse, sending him to the mat. Garvan Bryant steps back and smiles after assessing the situation, sensing that Trent is about to help him double team Vansen, and he extends a hand to Trent. But Trent completely ignores the handshake invitation and unleashes another devastating roundhouse, dropping Bryant to the mat.
Torres: Well Garvan Bryant and Davey Vansen were going through the feeling out process, but I guess Trent’s looking to get things heated up a little quicker here tonight!
Gould: Yeah well we heard from Trent Brown earlier this week and he sure didn’t sound like he was going to be wasting much time talking tonight, that’s for sure.
Trent walks over to where Vansen is getting to his feet and he tags him with a few more stiff shots to the head, then he tosses him into the corner. Trent follows him in and after a few more punches to the head he grabs Vansen’s arm and pulls him out of the corner to level him with a short arm closeline. Just then, the fans all start to look towards the entrance as somebody appears on the ramp.
Gould: Oh boy…this can’t be good.
Torres: It’s Tyson Phoenix?! What’s he doing out here?
The arena then begins to echo with boos as Tyson walks down the ramp and makes his way towards the ring area. He walks over and says a few words to Trent’s wife Kat on the outside, and instantly Trent spots him and charges to the edge of the ring. Trent points down at Tyson and yells a few threats his way, and Tyson puts both of his hands up and smiles innocently as he steps back and makes his way over to the announce table. He takes a seat in an empty chair next to Jim Torres and puts on a spare headset that’s sitting on the table in front of him.
Tyson: Jeez, nobody like to share their toys anymore do they? Here there fellas…how’s it going tonight?
Torres: Not too bad Tyson, how about yourself?
Tyson: Well I’m still waking up on the green side of the grass, so I’d say I’m doing pretty damned good Jim. I was just sitting back in my dressing room watching the start of this match and I figured I’d come out here and get a better look at these rookies. You know how adamant I am about getting a good look at all of the new talent in the NAW and trying to help them if I can. With my influence I really think I can give these kids a great chance at success here in the NAW.
Gould: Don’t you mean exploit their success? It’s pretty clear that you guys have been trying to pad the ranks of the Public Enemies with anybody that you can manage to snare.
Tyson: I honestly have no clue what your insinuating Gould, but I don’t think I like the sounds of it. If I were you I’d just sit back and watch the rest of the match and don’t worry about how the Public Enemies operate.
Meanwhile inside the ring Garvan Bryant has gotten up to his feet and he attacks Trent from behind with his own series of punches. Bryant irish whips Trent to the ropes and goes for a closeline but at the last second Trent ducks down and levels Bryant with a spear to the midsection.
Gould: Ouch! That could sure bring someone’s breakfast back up!
Tyson: Breakfast, lunch, and dinner I’d say…Trent almost split that guy in two!
Trent takes a few seconds to recover and gets to his feet, then starts to go to work on Bryant with some stomps. Vansen is back up and he comes over to blindside Trent with an uppercut to stagger him, followed by a running closeline to send him to the canvas. Vansen stays focused on Trent as he makes it up to his feet, then catches him and plants him on the mat again with a T-Bone suplex.
Gould: Impressive move by the newcomer!
Garvan Bryant gets back to his feet and looks at Davey Vansen in anger, but instead of rekindling his pushing match with Vansen again Bryant decides to assist him in double teaming Trent. They lift him to his feet and Bryant holds Trent’s arms behind him back as Vansen peppers him with lefts and rights. Bryant then grabs Trent by the hair and holds his head down while Vansen takes aim and then runs up to clobber Trent with a running knee lift. Trent falls backward to the canvas and holds his face as the two NAW newcomers stalk him and prepare to do more damage.
Tyson: See boys, this right here is how you win a triple threat match. Team up with one of your opponents to take out the strongest competition, and then when the time is right…..BAM, right in the freaking back! The only question is, which one of these rookies is going to grabs the knife and make that stab? My money’s on Bryant. What about you guys?
Torres: You’re on, I’ll take Vansen!
Gould: Will you two stop? This match is far from over.
Inside the ring the ring the rookie duo lift Trent to his feet and tosses him to the ropes with an irish whip, then flip him in the air with a double backdrop when he returns. Trent crashes to the mat and Bryant wastes no time keeping pressure on him as he walks over and drags Trent back to the center of the ring, then jumps up to land a knee drop to Trent’s head. Davey Vansen follows suit and drops an elbow across Trent’s chest, then Bryant points at the corner turnbuckle and yells direction to Vansen.
Bryant: Rip that damned padding off!
Vansen smiles and appears to agree with Bryant’s idea as he walks over and unties the padded cover from the turnbuckle.
Gould: Oh no what are they doing? That protective cover is in place for a reason!
Bryant lifts Trent to his feet and Vansen walks over to assist him. They each grab an arm and begin to set Trent up for an irish whip to the exposed turnbuckle, but at the last moment Trent breaks free from Vansen’s grasp and chops him to the throat. Vansen staggers backward and Trent uses his free arm to reverse the momentum and instead toss Garvan Bryant into the corner. Bryant slams into the corner back first and falls to the mat, then rolls to edge of the ring and falls the outside floor grimacing in pain as he holds his back.
Torres: Wow, talk about a backfire.
Vansen has recovered and he charges at Trent and catches him with a kick to the midsection, then grabs him and follows it up with a belly to belly suplex. Vansen hooks the leg and the ref hits the mat to make the count
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Gould: Close one there, but Trent kicks out at two.
Torres: Yeah he’s gonna need to do more than that to put Trent Brown away.
Davey Vansen pulls Trent to his feet and lifts him up for what appears to be his finisher, his version of the small package driver that he calls the Excalibur, but Trent manages to slip out of the move in mid-air and land behind Vansen on all four’s. Vansen quickly turns around but Trent is ready for him and he nails him with a low blow. Vansen keels over and Trent rolls him up and hooks the leg.
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Garvan Bryant pulled Trent out of the ring!
Gould: Garvan Bryant manages to get up and snag Trent by the leg to make the save!
Tyson: Nice thinking.
Trent scrambles to his feet with a surprised look on his face and Bryant is waiting for him. The two begin to exchange punches and they work their way to the ring steps. Bryant uses his speed advantage to duck out of the way of a few of Trent’s punches and get the upper hand, then he grabs Trent by the back of the head and attempts to slam his face into the steps. Trent puts a hand out to block himself from the steps, then cracks Bryant in the gut with a hard elbow to break free from him. With Bryant keeled over holding his stomach, Trent grabs him and slams him with his signature angle slam Raw Power right onto the ring steps! The crowd gasps in amazement as Bryant’s body bounces off the top of the steps and then ricochets off the ring apron before tumbling to the floor in front of the announcer’s table. Tyson claps with enjoyment as he looks down at Bryant on the floor holding his back.
Gould: He just bounced Garvan Bryant clear across the outside of the ring!
Tyson: Ha ha…beautiful!
Torres: Yeah Garvan Bryant’s gonna need one hell of a chiropractor before this is all over!
Trent walks over and starts to pull a section of the mat away from the floor to expose the bare concrete, the he yells in Bryant’s face as he slowly tries to get to his feet.
Trent: You want to play rough? Let’s play then!
Trent grabs Bryant as he’s trying to get to his feet and lifts him up, then he bodyslams him smack dab in the center of the exposed concrete. Again Garvan Bryant rolls around holding his back and Trent lifts him up and rolls hi into the ring. But unbeknownst to him, Davey Vansen has recovered and runs up to nail Trent in the face with baseball slide. Trent flies backward and slams into the front of the entrance table, and Davey Vansen signals for the ref to make the count as he covers Garvan Bryant
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Torres: Wow, I thought Vansen had the win right there.
Tyson: Me too, that was a great opportunity.
Gould: Excellent resilience shown by the newcomer Garvan Bryant.
Davey Vansen gets in the referee’s face and starts to complain about a slow count while behind him Garvan Bryant is crawling to the edge of the ring. He uses the ropes to pull himself up just as Trent is climbing back into the ring a few feet away with Kat cheering him on. Vansen sees them both and decides to charge at Trent on the apron with a bicycle kick, but Trent steps aside and pulls the top rope down, causing Vansen to tumble over the top rope and to the floor outside. Trent then climbs inside the ring and goes to work on the still woozy Garvan Bryant. He pushes Bryant backward into the corner and crushes him with a series of shoulder charges to the midsection, then when Bryant slumps down to a sitting position Trent takes a few steps back and runs in to plow Bryant in the face with a huge knee. Bryant’s head bounces off of the middle turnbuckle and he rolls to the floor outside. Trent decides to walk over and check on the Tyson situation as he takes his chance to recover a bit. Tyson notices Trent glaring at him and he smiles back with his usual smug looking grin.
Torres: Trent Brown doesn’t seem to trust you very much does he Tyson?
Tyson: No he sure doesn’t, and I don’t know why either. I mean come on guys, does this really look like the face of somebody who isn’t trustworthy?
Gould: You know I think I’m gonna pass on that question and just continue to call the match.
Trent gets back to business and climbs out of the ring just as both of the other wrestlers are recovering. Bryant has a chair in his hand that he snatched from the timekeeper and he folds it up and comes at Trent with it with a baseball swing. Trent jumps back and avoids the chair, then craftily snatches it out of Bryant’s hand and sends him reeling backward with a big boot to the chest. But just as he does that Davey Vansen runs up from behind and jumps up to bulldog him face first into the floor. Trent hits the floor and drops the chair, and Vansen picks it up just in time to smack Garvan Bryant right over the head as he comes charging up. Both Trent Brown and Garvan Bryant are laid out, and Davey Vansen looks at both of them as he weighs his options.
Gould: Somebody needs to get that chair away from him! This isn’t a hardcore match!
Torres: No, but it is a triple threat…which means no disqualification.
Trent Brown starts to crawl to his feet and Vansen smacks him across the back with the chair to send him to the floor again. He then follows that up with two more hits for good measure. Vansen tosses the chair aside and rolls Trent back inside the ring, then he follows him back in and calls for the ref to make the count
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Gould: Wow, Trent brown still has life in him!
Tyson: Not bad. The guy’s sure showing how tough he is tonight, I’ll give him that much.
Vansen looks a bit frustrated as he continues to work on Trent with stomps and punches as he’s trying to get up. He then grabs Trent in a headlock and drives him headfirst into the mat with a DDT. Again he crawls over to make the cover, but Garvan Bryant has made his way back inside the ring with the chair and smacks Vansen across the back before the count even begins. Vansen rolls off of Trent holding his back and Bryant tosses the chair aside and covers Trent instead as he yells at the ref to make the count.
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Bryant sits up and glares at the ref as he holds up two fingers, then he shakes his head in frustration as he scrambles to his feet.
Gould: Garvan Bryant not very happy with that two count. He may need to think of something big to put Trent away.
Torres: Yeah and I that something is coming right now!
Bryant signals for his finisher as he grabs Trent and irish whips him to the ropes. He swings for the Irish Hammer but Trent ducks under it and runs past him, then bounces off the ropes on the opposite side of the ring and comes back to level Bryant with the Brute Force!
Gould: What a closeline! He just about decapitated him!
Torres: This one could be over!
Tyson: Not yet fellas…look at Davey Vansen!
Davey Vansen has made it to his feet and he picks up the chair from the mat. But Trent notices him and just as Vansen turns towards him Trent comes flying at him with the lights out and nails the chair he has held out in front of him, driving in straight back into his own face! The crowd gasps in amazement as Vansen does a backflip and lands face down in the center of the ring.
Tyson: Ok, now it’s probably over.
Trent drags the unconscious Davey Vansen over and lays him next to Garvan Bryant, who is also still laid out. He then gets down and covers both men as the ref counts
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The bell sounds and Rebecca Martin enters the ring as “A Warriors Call” By Volbeat plays again.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentleman….here is your winner….Trent Brown!!
Kat climbs into the ring and celebrates with Trent as the ref raises his hand in victory.
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When we come back from the commercial, we see Alex Morgan standing in the middle of the ring as "Tom Sawyer" slowly fades out from playing. He smiles as the crowd gets quiet for him immediately, and he nods.
Morgan: Well, ladies and gentlemen, I'm sure you've all been wondering just what announcement I had in store for you all. Some of you may have known, some of you may be totally in the dark, but all of you seem to know by now that it has to do with a major return that I'm not sure anyone was expecting to be so sudden.
He walks around the ring while he talks.
Morgan: But right this very second, I would actually much rather talk about number one contenders, because we need to know, right? First of all, for the Femme Fatale Championship, Katherine Brock-Brown is entitled to her rematch. I have spoken with Farah Khan, and she would like to merge that with one of the men's titles, but at the moment, it will remained sanctioned. The title will be defended against Katherine at Holiday Fear next month.
A pop of the crowd at the first announcement.
Morgan: The next championship that will receive their number one contender will be the NAW Championship. That title will be defended against Sebastian Jankowski! Sebastian comes out here every single show and leaves every bit of energy that he has inside of this very ring. For that reason, I feel like he deserves this title shot.
The crowd pops even louder at the mention of Jankowski getting his shot at the NAW Title.
Morgan: The other championship...the Horizon Championship... will also be defended at Holiday Fear. The title will be defended against a returning contender. Someone that wasn't even an official part of the roster for the past several weeks, while on an indefiniite suspension. But you see... I looked into some things. A few shows ago, the V-List were suspended by Isaac Bloom indefinitely. We did our stuff, looked into the reasons behind the suspension, and the alleged violations that Bloom had given were all proven to be completely false. So please, welcome back, the V-List, and your number one contender for the Horizon Championship, "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
Fraggle and Euan Dante appear on the stage as "Storytime" by Nightwish plays, and head down the ramp, shaking hands with Alex Morgan as we cut to the back.
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We cut to the back, where we find Kat walking through one of the locker room corridors under the arena. Up ahead, Jordan Keyser rounds a corner, and smirks when he sees Kat. As the two get closer, Jordan looks her up and down. When they pass, Jordan pulls out some kind of business card, and offers it to Kat.
Keyser: Here, honey, this is the address of the apartment I keep here in town. Why don't you head over there, get yourself acclimated with the bedroom and the kitchen, maybe whip up some supper. I'll meet you there after the show. Don’t worry, I can assure you Trent will understand.
Kat smiles a sickly sweet smile and reaches for the business card. Instead, though, she grabs Jordan by the wrist, and pulls him closer. With the other hand, she slaps him hard across the jaw.
Kat: Why don't you go home, fix your own supper, and jerk off into a sock, you pig headed piece of shit.
Momentarily stunned, Jordan takes a step or two back. His lip is busted, and he spits a little blood on the floor. Furious, he grabs Kat by the throat, lifts her, and slams her back against the wall. Kat fights back, but Jordan catches an arm and keeps her pinned against the wall. Jordan leans closer, but before he can say a word...
My, my, my...
Jordan whips his head around, and there stands the Black Friar.
Friar: Look at you, all big and tough. It must make you feel good, roughing up young women like that.
Kat is starting to turn blue when Jordan drops her and turns toward the Friar. Kat gasps for air, then begins to control her breathing a little.
Keyser: Tell you what, Friar Tuck, why don't you mind your own business. Around here, when someone sticks their nose into someone else's business, it tends to get broken. Follow me?
Black Friar: Oh, I'm sure that's true. Fortunately for me, I don't have to worry about that. You're not really going to be in any shape to do anything about it.
Before Jordan can reply, Kat hits him from behind with a forearm. Jordan staggers forward, then turns and is met with a vicious kick to the face. Jordan goes down to a knee, and when he gets back up, Kat and Friar are both staring at him intently. Jordan shakes his head.
Keyser: Screw this. You two watch your backs. The Public Enemies don't take this type of thing lying down. This will come back to bite you,.
Kat: Trent will kill you for this, Jordan. I can promise you that.
Jordan turns and walks away, and Kat and the Friar stare after him. After he rounds the corner, Kat turns and glares at the Friar.
Kat: Next time, butt out. If I need your help, I'll ask for it.
The Friar just chuckles.
Black Friar: Of course. Obviously you had him right where you wanted him.
Kat gives him one last furious look, then turns and storms off. We cut to one last shot of the Friar, then cut to a commercial.
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We come back to the main arena one last time and the crowd is on their feet. They're all cheering loudly and excitedly as "My Generation" by Limp Bizkit plays loudly, and the crowd absolutely erupts. The crowd continues cheering for several seconds as Sebastian Janowski comes from behind the curtain and runs all the way to one corner of the stage, holding his arms up high. He stands there, banging his head with the music as we catch our first glimpse of his partner, Mateusz Bartkowiak. The larger Polishman stands at the mouth of the ramp for a second while Mariposa, the third member of Generation Poland and the only female, stands next to him. The three start making their way down the ramp, Sebastian excitedly high fiving all the fans he can.
Gould: Here comes Generation Poland, and we heard earlier tonight, Jim, taht these guys are the start of what we know right now as Team Morgan. A great group, to say the very least.
Torres: Great at what, exactly? These guys are a couple of chumps that the Enemies are using for nothing more than target practice for when a real challenge comes along.
Both men slide into the ring and Mariposa continues to make her way around the ring, greeting fans all the way, then slaps Gould a high five while totally disacknowledging Torres. Jankowski does his signature backflip from the turnbuckle and goes into the team's corner to discuss strategy with Bartkowiak as their music fades out. "King of Kings" by Motorhead fades in, and the crowd begins to boo more loudly than they have the rest of the night. The pyros go off in the familiar "X" formation, and after the smoke clears, we see Jordan Keyser with Gunner Hughes in tow, just a step or two behind. The two of them stand and stare at the booing fans in disgust, and start on their way down the ramp.
Torres: Here come the main eventers. The guys that everyone paid to see tonight.
Gunner and Jordan get into the ring and stare down the opposition, and Jankowski continues to hop up and down, getting the blood flowing. The two teams discuss strategy, and Eddie Higgins takes to the ring.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the following is a Tag Team Match that is scheduled for one fall! First, to my left....being accompanied by Mariposa.... They are Sebastian Jankowski and Mateusz Bartkowiak.... GENERATION POLAND!
The crowd blows the roof off of the arena, and the two Polish superstars smile and wave.
Rebecca: And their opponents... The team of Gunner Hughes and the NAW Champion Jordan Keyser.... The PUBLIC ENEMIES!
The loud cheers turn into the same tone but with boos, and the two teams back into their corners. They continue to talk until Higgins calls for the bell, and in the next couple of seconds, it is decided that Gunner will start against Matty B. The two men circle the ring and they lock up, Gunner getting the clear upper hand quickly, shoving Mateusz into a neutral corner. He holds him there and holds an arm out, going in for a huge chop, but Mateusz catches the hand and shoves it away, sending Gunner in half a spin. Mateusz goes for a kick but Gunner catches it and shoves him back, and Mateusz hits his head off the second turnbuckle.
Gould: Ouch.
Gunner yanks him to his feet and whips him into the ropes toward Keyser, who sticks a knee in between the ropes and catches him in the spine. Gunner comes over and picks Mateusz up, shoving him into the corner and tagging in Keyser, and the two alternate stomps until Mateusz is in a sitting position. Keyser backs up a few steps while Gunner gets out onto the apron, and Keyser charges, hitting Mateusz with a low dropkick. He pulls Mateusz to the center of the ring and covers him.
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Kickout before the two count by Matty B, and the crowd gets excited that he got it. Keyser gets up and pulls Mateusz up, but keeps him on one knee. He throws a few kicks to the chest of the big man, and steps back, then boots him in the face before smiling and nodding his head to the booing crowd.
Torres: Showing everyone in the arena why he's the champ.
Keyser picks Mateusz up, who shoves him and boots him this time, sending Keyser down. Mateusz falls to one knee, but is able to reach over and tag in his much smaller teammate. Sebastian makes the tag and immediately climbs to the top rope, hitting Jordan with a Missile Dropkick. He rushes to his feet and starts hitting Jordan in the chest with kicks when Jordan gets to his knees, and he ends the series with a Buzzsaw Kick to the back of the head. He covers Jordan now.
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Not enough, Jordan powers out of the pin attempt. Sebastian gets up again and starts stomping rapidly at Jordan, keeping him down. He pulls Jordan to his feet and whips him into the Generation Poland corner. Mateusz watches as Jankowski charges and sends Jordan across the ring with a monkey flip. Jordan crawls to his corner and Jankowski goes running again, but Jordan rolls out of the way and Jankowski instinctively lands on the second turnbuckle. Gunner hits him with a huge paw to the chest though, and Jankowski falls to the mat, clutching his chest and the air being knocked out of him.
Gould: Wow... cheap shot..
Torres: Doing what they have to do to pick up the win. It's a dog eat dog world, and these guys know that.
Jordan slides back into the ring and leans on the corner, and when Jankowski gets up, Jordan runs at him and immediately starts hitting him in the chest with some jabs. Jankowski is forced backward, and Jordan forces him to the ropes. He whips him to the other ropes, and when Jankowski comes back, Jordan meets him with a Dropkick. He picks Jankowski up and plants him in the center of the ring with a DDT.
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Shoulder up by Jankowski! Jordan gets up and pulls Jankowski up, grinning over at Mateusz before throwing Jankowski to the outside, just next to Gunner, who had to resist kicking Jankowski in the head instead of letting him go to the outside. Jordan runs and dives through the top and middle rope, taking out Jankowski again who is slowly getting up. Mateusz gets in on the assist right away though, charging and booting Gunner to the floor on the outside, then getting out of the ring himself.
Gould: Oh man, it's gonna get crazy out there.
Torres: Of course it will, it's a tag team match for crying out loud. Never fails.
Mateusz picks Gunner up and starts hitting him in the chest with chop after chop. He looks for a Big Boot, but Gunner grabs the boot and spins Mateusz around, quickly landing a German Suplex onto the ramp, and we hear a very loud THUD as Mateusz hits his head. Gunner turns to where Jankowski and Keyser are fighting and charges, hitting Jankowski with a monstrous clothesline, then he looks at Keyser, both men hitting simultaneous elbow drops onto the White-Red Kid. Jankowski rolls around in pain and Gunner picks him up, looking to throw him into the nearby ring stairs, but Jankowski puts an arm out and boosts himself over them. Jordan runs and jumps onto the stairs, jumping off and hitting Jankowski with a Dropkick that sends him into the guardrail, and Mariposa runs near Jankowski to see if he's okay. When it doesn't slow Jordan at all, she gets out of the way as he rolls Jankowski back into the ring.
Gould: This is gonna be quite violent it seems, Jim.
Torres: Indeed it is, Gould. All four of these men are acting as if they have something to prove.
Jordan hops up onto the apron, and when Jankowski is to his feet he springboards from the top rope, looking for the Perfect Execution, but Jankowski is able to counter it in a quick miracle and turn it into a rotating Spinebuster that causes an eruption in the crowd. Gunner looks to get into the ring, but Mateusz gets to him too quickly and throws him into the ring post, then climbs up onto the apron, quickly grabbing his team's tag rope and Jankowski tags him in before rolling out of the ring. Mateusz runs at Jordan and boots him in the chest, laying him out, and then he stomps on the NAW champion repeatedly. He quickly covers.
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Kickout by Jordan, and Mateusz looks frustrated. He picks Jordan up and sends him into the corner, then stomps and stomps until Jordan is seated, backs up, but goes too far and Gunner is able to trip him up. This gives Jordan a bit of time to get himself going again, and he runs at Mateusz, planting connecting with a double knee Facebuster, and he covers again.
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Higgins notices that Mateusz has a foot on the ropes and stops the count just in time. He tells Jordan about it, who gets up to argue with him, and while he does, Gunner pulls Mateusz out of the ring. He starts throwing rights at Mateusz, and Jankowski runs in, across the ring and dives over the top rope to take Gunner out. Gunner catches him, but still falls, and Jankowski is able to roll through and get back to his feet quickly.
Gould: Great save by Sebastian there, it definitely evened things up again.
Mateusz helps make sure Gunner stays down, and then slides into the ring. He goes for a clothesline to Jordan, who ducks and is able to connect with an Inverted Double Underhook Face Driver.
Torres: Pretty sure that's the first time we've seen Jordan connect with that! He calls it the Lethal Injection!
Gould: We're gonna see just how lethal! ONE... TWO... NO! STILL NOT ENOUGH THE BIG MAN KICKS OUT!
Jordan looks absolutely devastated that Mateusz kicked out, and he viciously attacks the Polishman into the corner. He backs up and is met with a dropkick from Jankowski, who quickly leaves the ring, and when Jordan gets up, he is met with a running clothesline from Mateusz, and both men lie on the mat for a few seconds, collecting themselves. Jordan is pulled out of the ring by Gunner, who starts snapping him out of his daze and when Jordan is alive again, he hops up onto the apron. He nods his head, awaiting the opportunity, and when the time is right, he connects with the Perfect Execution! Jankowski comes in, but Jordan hits him hard with a right hand, then tags in Gunner. Gunner stands in the corner, and Jordan whips him near Gunner, who moves forward and meets Mateusz with the Buckshot, then covers!
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THREE!
Rebecca: And your winners....the Public Enemies!
The crowd boos as "Dead Man Walking" hits, and the two men stand in the center of the ring, taking their title belts back and holding them high, spiting the fans as much as they possibly can as the show fades out, but not before we get another flash of the NAW logo closely followed by the CWC logo.