Post by Alice White on Dec 5, 2013 14:08:29 GMT -5
Steve Vai's "Now We Run" hits, as it does every show, and we are treated to some lovely visuals. Gunner Hughes holding his arms out onstage, Jordan Keyser springboarding off the top rope as he's about to execute an opponent, Sebastian Jankowski springboarding into a Moonsault. A quick shot of the commentary team. Farah Khan twerking onstage, the V-List on their way down the ramp, Trent Brown pounding his chest, Katherine Brock-Brown on the stage in her usual non-wrestling gear. After all of these, we then cut to the arena, where a beautiful pyrotechnic display goes off. The crowd is alive, and we cut to some of the more memorable signs in the stands at this show.
Gould: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown! The crowd loves us in Florida, and I think we might love them even more!
Torres: Cut the mushy lovefest with the fans, and get to the quick points, Gould. Tell them about the loaded card!
Gould: You mean tonight's main event? The return of the V-List?
Torres: Well, I mean...if you really want them to be the highlight of the show. I'm not sure Farah Khan and Jake Norton approve though.
Gould: Do Norton and Khan run things?
Torres: Well, titles get you quite a bit of power in this business.
The bickering is cut short by Limp Bizkit's "My Generation" and the crowd goes nuts. After a few seconds, Sebastian Jankowski and Mateusz Bartkowiak appear on the stage. Both of them look happy to see the fans tonight, but Sebastian has a very serious look beneath his smile. They head down the ramp, greeting the fans as they do, making sure to hit every single hand they possibly can. Mateusz comes around the ring while Sebastian grabs a microphone and slides right in. The music fades out and the fans continue cheering him on. The smile on his face gets wide as they chant "White-Red Kid" and he motions for them to quiet down so he can get to the point. After several chants and quite some time, they do get quiet.
Sebastian: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so happy to see all of you out here tonight. I love seeing every single one of your faces every time I come to this very ring. It's why I do what I do. I do it all for you.
The pop after that very well could have blown the roof off of the SunDome, and he motions for the fans to get quiet again.
Sebastian: You see, this is a great place. I've had an amazing time. I've made some great friends here, and I'm sure there are friendships from here that I will never lose. I know that I've gained the respect of several, and I respect every single person in that locker room tonight. But that's not why I'm out here. I have something very important to say. You see, Alex Morgan came to me, to discuss Holiday Fear. He wanted to put that show in my hands. He wanted to make me the main attraction. And for that, Mr. Morgan, I say, thank you so much for entrusting me with something like a shot at the NAW Championship. It's a dream come true.
Another huge pop from these fans, and it's almost like Sebastian can't get very far at all without being interrupted out of pure love from them. He continues to smile as the cheers start to fade down a bit.
Sebastian: Mr. Morgan has such a great head on his shoulders. He's an awesome man, and he's a great friend. But with all due respect Alex, I'm going to have to turn down my championship match at Holiday Fear, and as of tonight, I am no longer a superstar on the NAW Roster. Some things have come up in Poland, and I must return home. It has nothing to do with you or any of the fans, or NAW. It has to do with some important matters that need to be attended to at home in the coming months. And for that I do apologize. I would love more than anything to take that championship from Jordan Keyser and get it as someone who truly deserves to have it, but alas, that is not--
Sebastian is interrupted by that all too familiar Motorhead song, "King of Kings" and the crowd immediately starts to pour in the boos. Though there are no pyros, as there normally are during the entrance. Jordan appears on the stage quite quickly in his very expensive suit with those Oakley sunglasses. He also carries a microphone in his hand. Sebastian stares up at him, and he stares right back, the two men staring holes in each other, almost like they are shooting invisible beams at one another and the beams are deflecting off the other. Jordan finally breaks the silence.
Jordan: So this is how it is, eh, Sebastian? Just when you're getting somewhere, just when the opposition becomes a challenge for you, you run off in the middle of the night to never be seen again?
Sebastian: That's not it at all, actually. I had something that--
Jordan interrupts, slowly coming down the ramp as he talks.
Jordan: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot here. I was looking forward to our match, buddy. You're an awesome wrestler. One of the best in the company. I have the utmost respect for you, Sebastian. Just know that. I was looking forward to our match so much. I feel like you're the guy who could challenge me. Push me over the edge. Make me actually work for it. Ya know?
Jordan stops at the foot of the ramp, a smile on his face. Sebastian looks half way flattered as Jordan says these things.
Gould: Sebastian look out!
From out of nowhere, Gunner Hughes and Tyson Phoenix attack Sebastian and Mateusz, flattening both men and stomping on the pair of them repeatedly. Gunner steps back from the downed Mateusz and as Mateusz gets up and stumbles toward him, Gunner hits him with the Buckshot. Tyson hits Sebastian with a few more stomps, picking him up and uppercutting him hard. Sebastian is turned around from the force of the shot and is met with Jordan's Perfect Execution!
Torres: You don't run away from the Enemies. This is what happens when you try to run from your problems.
Gould: He isn't running from his problems, hes taking care of things at home.
Torres: Well of course he's going to make an excuse as to why he can't keep wrestling here, Gould. If you can't hack it, you're gonna make an excuse.
King of Kings plays as Jordan, Tyson, and Gunner all stand in the center of the ring and hold their arms up high, Jordan and Gunner holding their title belts as well as we cut to the first comercial.
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Commercial Break
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When we get back, the crowd is cheering loudly.
Gould: Welcome back to NAW Meltdown! For those who weren't with us for the start of the show, Sebastian Jankowski announced his resignation, and the Public Enemies didn't take kindly to it.
The tron lights up to show Gunner and Phoenix attacking.
Torres: Yeah, you definitely don't run from the Enemies, because they'll hit you right in the face, no matter where you are.
We come back to the live camera of the commentary table, where Gould is shaking his head.
Gould: Kinda disgraceful that these guys couldn't show good sportsmanship and had to ambush Generation Poland the way that they did.
Torres: They were sending a message, Gould. A message heard 'round the NAW, if you will.
Gould shakes his head again. They are interrupted yet again. The arena dims to darkness as the sound of shattering glass breaks the awkward silence. Kirk Hammett's screaming guitar overture begins as one of the debuting superstars, Chris Cooper, comes running from behind the curtain with a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red in hand. He guzzles some of the rough liquid and drops it as he stares around the arena.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Houston, Texas.... The Texas Terror.... CHRIS COOPER!
Cooper heads down the ramp, sliding into the ring and pulling himself to his feet. He walks around the ring once, holding his arms up high as he heads toward his corner, bouncing off the ropes near his corner once as his music fades out. In its place we get to hear "540,000 Degrees Farenheit" by Fear Factory. The crowd looks up to see the other debuting superstar in the match. He stands at the mouth of the ramp and looks around at the cheering fans before starting on his way down the ramp quickly.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas..... ASSASSIN!
He slides into the ring and gets to his feet. He heads toward one side of the ring and holds his arms out. He then goes to the other corner, staring at Cooper. The bell rings and the two men lock up. It goes in Assassin's favor, and he is able to shove Cooper into the corner. He holds an arm out and is ready to start chopping, but when he swings, Cooper catches his arm, grabs him and turns, thrusting Assassin into the corner now. He hits Assassin with a few chops of his own, and pulls him to the center of the ring, where he bends Assassin forward and elbows him right in the spine, causing him to plant right into the middle of the ring. He covers.
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Kickout by Assassin! Cooper picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Assassin bounces off and comes back, hitting Cooper with a diving shoulder. He hurries to his feet and picks Cooper up, hitting him with an Uppercut that sends Cooper back several steps. He goes for a running Clothesline, but Cooper ducks. Cooper waits and as Assassin turns around, Cooper meets him with a giant right hook to the temple, and Assassin goes down.
Torres: Two absolute animals in the ring right now, it's really a contest to see who doesn't die.
Cooper gets on a knee and hits Assassin with a few rights before finally picking him up. He scoops him and carries him to the corner, dropping him to the turnbuckle with Snake Eyes! He takes a few steps back, and when Assassin stumbles around and turns to face him, he meets Assassin's face with a giant Clothesline, causing Assassin to do a complete backflip and land on his stomach.
Gould: Giant clothesline from Cooper, which he calls Decapitation!
Cooper covers.
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THREE!
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... Chris Cooper!
Cooper gets to his feet and hols his arms out, the crowd cheering after the huge clothesline, and he heads up the ramp as we cut from the arena.
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When we come back from the commercial break, we see Isaac Bloom standing in the center of the ring to a booing crowd. He smirks and shakes his head. They do eventually quiet down, at which point he takes advantage and starts talking.
Bloom: I know you aren't fond of me, because I'm all about running a successful business, and it does bad things to some of these fools backstage, but once again, I have reason to believe that Generation Poland are breaching their contracts, so if the three of you misfits could get out here, that would be fantastic.
"My Generation" hits, and the members of Generation Poland appear from behind the curtain, Mateusz and Sebastian still sore looking from the beating earlier.
Bloom: Sebastian, you are exempt because you've decided to be the bigger person and give your notice. But marked as of right now, Mateusz Bartkowiak and Mariposa are having their NAW Contracts terminated!
The three of them look shocked and appalled, not a one of them knowing exactly why they're being fired.
Bloom: The three of you have until the main event match to pack your bags and be out of here, and don't even think of going to Miami for Holiday Fear.
The three start making their way to the back when "Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits. The crowd explodes in cheers when Alex Morgan appears with a microphone. He adjusts his signature bow tie, a smile on his face. When the crowd gets quiet he smiles again.
Morgan: Okay, Bloom. You've had your fun. When do you plan on giving up the power that you have instead of getting rid of all of my talent?
Bloom: The things I do, I do for the good of--
Morgan: Yeah, yeah, for the good of the company. But that is complete and utter bulls***.
The crowd pops, more over the fact that a swear word was said than anything it seems.
Morgan: I will be re-signing Matty B and Mariposa to unsackable contracts as my personal assistants!
The frowns on the Polish superstars turn into smiles as the crowd cheers and Morgan leads the three to the back. At this point, we cut to a picture of Bad Religion's album, "Christmas Songs" as "White Christmas" plays in the background.
Gould: Just taking this opportunity to let you know that Holiday Fear is taking place on December 30th, and here we have the official theme song of NAW's Holiday Fear!
Torres: I'd love to see the guys there, but God knows Morgan can't afford them.
Gould: And ya know, schedules... Anyway, for those of you just joining us, we just heard that Mateusz Bartkowiak will be staying on NAW Staff as an assistant to Alex Morgan!
Torres: Huge announcement, and the guy doesn't seem too slow, despite being Polish. I guess we'll see how useful he is.
Gould: Wow... kinda harsh.
We cut back to the stage as the first song cuts out and the lights go to black. "Night of the wolf" by Saxon blares over the PA and the crowd has a pretty mixed reaction as the spotlights begin to scan around the audience, who soak up the limelight while they're in it. All the spotlights finally train themselves on the curtain, where we now see Davey Vansen, who is looking straight down at the stage. He takes a few steps like this before looking out around the crowd. He holds his arms out and blue and red pyros go off behind him.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Warrington, England.... The Knight.... DAVEY VANSEN!
Vansen heads down the ramp, not even stopping a little bit, until he gets to the ring. He walks over to the stairs and scans the first few rows of fans before heading up the stairs. He gets into the ring and takes a lap aorund before standing in one corner opposite the stage and takes off his jacket. He hands it out of the ring and starts hopping up and down to get the adrenaline flowing as his music fades out slowly. The lights go out again, this time with lights all along the stage as though candles in a church. The bells toll a few times before the electric guitars from Avenged Sevenfold's "Shepherd of Fire" chime in. The crowd knows who is coming, and they don't seem too fond of it.
Gould: Not a very warm welcome for the Friar here in Tampa.
The Black Friar appears on the stage, robes on, hood up, and the white mask barely showing. He heads down the ramp swiftly, totally ignoring any jeers from the fans, and ignoring Vansen, who stands in the ring, ready for a fight. Friar slides into the ring and tightens his robes, standing across from Vansen as the music fades out and the lights come back on.
Rebecca: And his opponent....The Black Friar!
The bell rings and the two men circle the ring a few times in fighting stance. Vansen lunges for Friar, who sidesteps him and kicks him in the back of the knee, taking him to one knee. Friar goes for a Buzzsaw kick, but Vansen is able to duck, and Friar spins around kind of awkwardly. Vansen hurries to his feet behind Friar, looking to land a German Suplex, but on the release, Friar does a complete backflip and lands perfectly on his feet. He steps back into the corner, and Vansen charges for him. Friar ducks, and Vansen boots the second turnbuckle. Friar goes for a quick rollup pin out of the corner.
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Vansen is able to force his way out of it and get to his feet.
Torres: Swift move by Friar, but Vansen caught it in time and managed to survive so far.
Friar runs to the ropes from Vansen, bounces back and comes at him, looking for a Crossbody. Vansen catches him though, and takes a few steps back from the bodies hitting, but does keep his footing. He shows shades of Mac Bane from last week, looking for the Fallaway Slam to the outside, but Friar is able to maneuver as he goes and hit an Inverted DDT onto Vansen! He covers again, hooking a leg.
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Shoulder up by Vansen!
Gould: Vansen stays alive again, a shoulder up this time.
Friar gets to his feet and runs to the ropes. This time when he comes back he is met with a Clothesline from Vansen. Davey gets to his feet and pulls Friar up, hitting him with a few shots to the chest before booting him in the ribs to send him a few feet back and then rolling as he hits the mat. He runs over and lands a running elbow drop to Friar, then covers himself.
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T--Kickout by Friar now. Vansen gets to his feet and pulls Friar up, whipping him into the corner. He runs over and hits a corner clothesline, then keeps Friar in the corner and hits him with a couple of stomps, ending this with taking a few steps back and hitting him with another huge corner clothesline, holds Friar against the turnbuckle and sits him up onto the top rope.
Gould: Uh oh. I know where this is going....
Vansen grabs Friar's legs and folds him up over his shoulder, set up as though for a Suplex, and he moves out to the center of the ring. Just as Vansen is looking for the Union Jack, in a miracle, Friar is able to pull the weight in his favor, landing a swift move that causes Vansen to faceplant into the mat in DDT fashion, and the match is still completely alive! The crowd is so loud after that, and for great reason, as it was a huge move. Friar gets to his feet, trying to keep himself balanced, as Vansen rolls over onto his stomach and crawls around a bit, kinda lost as to where he is now. Friar leans on the turnbuckles in the corner, catching his breath.
Torres: Gould. What just happened? That was...
Gould: That was a small miracle, Jim.
If you could see Friar's face, judging by the way he carries himself, you would think he knew that would be happening, as if predetermined by a greater power. As Vansen gets to his feet, Friar runs and jumps up, hitting him with Original Sin! The crowd is behind Friar at this point, just on sheer excitement as he places Vansen into the ropes so he is leaning. He runs to the other ropes, comes back, and is successful in casting Vansen his Final Judgment, and after springboarding, he successfully rolls Vansen up and gets a three count!
Rebecca: And your winner....Black Friar!
Friar gets to his feet as "Shepherd of Fire" plays, and totally ignores Vansen who is rolling around the ring in some pain as he heads up the ramp and we cut to another commercial.
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When we get back to the arena, the opening guitar riffs of "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed fill the arena. “Godly” Ken Davison steps through the curtain, posing with his arms out like a cross. He smiles, not really a warm smile, but more of a smirk. He looks out on the crowd, who aren't reacting much, but he's getting some boos out of them. His face quickly turns serious as he starts marching down the ramp.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts.... "Godly" KEN DAVISON!
He circles the ring, stopping at each corner to pose in front of the fans. Finally, he slides into the ring and stands in the center with his arms out. The lights go down and a spotlight focuses on Davison in the ring. A red laser circles the ring before finally settling on Davison's forehead. The sound of a gunshot cuts off the music and the arena goes dark. In a few moments, the lights come back on with Davison still standing in the middle of the ring, without his robe and ready for battle.
Torres: I've heard nothing but praises in the name of Ken Davison, Gould. This should be a good one.
"Badass" by Saliva takes the silence away from the SunDome, and the crowd immediately shows disdain for the man who is just moments away from showing his face to them. Sure enough, like clockwork, Mac Bane appears on the stage, staring down into the ring at Davison, who also looks right back at him. Bane shakes his head as he heads down the ramp, brushing past the fans who try to reach out to touch him, looking as though he may snap someone's arm off if they actually manage to reach. He stands at the foot of the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent...from Port Arthur, Texas.... MAC BANE!
Bane gets into the ring and stands opposite Davison, who looks more ready than ever for his NAW debut match. The music cuts out and the two men stare each other down, the bell rings, signalling the start of the match. Davison looks ready to circle the ring a bit, but Bane looks to get right down to business, setting up the collar-elbow tie up. He forces Davison into the corner and immediately lowers himself, hitting Davison with repeated shoulders to the midsection. He backs up and Davison comes out of the corner, clutching his gut, and Bane picks him up, planting him with a Scoop Slam. He drops an elbow to Davison, and covers immediately.
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Kickout by Davison. Bane picks Davison up and whips him into the ropes. Davison comes back with a flying clothesline, which sends Bane into the ropes, but doesn't knock him over. Bane stops leaning on the ropes right away, and Davison hits him with a few kicks to the side, causing Bane to do no more than flinch a bit. He catches one of Davison's legs, and Ken is forced to hop on the other. He looks to kick Bane in the temple, but Bane ducks and picks his head up so that Davison is sitting on his shoulders. Davison is thrown off by the lift, and this gives Bane ample time to drop him on his face with an Electric Chair!
Torres: Here he is, ladies and gentlemen, a rising star easily.
Gould: Davison looked like a falling star with that electric chair drop.
Torres: For the love of all that is holy, Gould, please stop making jokes.
Davison kicks out after a second pin attempt by Bane, and he doesn't look pleased with it. Bane picks up the groggy Davison and lands a Vertical Suplex, then starts yelling at a few booing fans in the front row. He grabs Davison by the head before he can get to his feet and pounds him a couple times in the jaw before hitting him hard with a headbutt, the thud of which was loud enough to actually be audible to a couple of fans. As Davison staggers to his feet, Bane is quick enough to lock him into the Double Underhook, dragging him roughly to the center of the ring. He looks around before swinging a leg and planting Davison face first into the mat with what he calls "Business as Usual" and covers.
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THREE!
Rebecca: And your winner.... Mac Bane!
Bane stands in the center of the ring, looking at the lifeless body of Ken Davison, and starts on his way back up the ramp slowly.
Gould: Love him or hate him, there is absolutely no denying that Mac Bane is a force in NAW.
Torres: Definitely Gould. I think for sure that we're looking at a future main eventer in Mac Bane. I believe in Mac Bane!
Bane crosses over the curtain as Davison sits up in the center of the ring, still trying to shake the cobwebs.
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When we come back from another short break, we see Jake Norton's face on the tron.
Norton: As we all know, Farah Khan, the Femme Fatale Champion, was set to compete tonight. But since the firing of her opponent, she was set to face someone else. But that didn't happen. And she's actually fed up. And so am I. Not so much fed up as we are bored though.
The crowd boos.
Norton: As fun as it was to destroy this place, and crush the dreams of all of you c***s, we've got more important matters to attend to, and we have arranged with Alex Morgan to end Farah's contract on good terms. Nothing against you guys...well...everything against you guys.
More boos.
Gould: That lazy eye is disturbing, Jim.
Norton: As for the fate of the title...we don't know. We don't care really. But Farah has yet to be beaten, so we all know she's the champ for good. But the records are obviously gonna get fudged, and that's no fun. Well... ta ta, c****s.
The face fades off the tron and you'd almost think there was a collective sigh of relief when it happened. We then cut to commentary.
Torres: Morgan can't hold onto talent to save his life, can he?
Gould: It does seem like all of our talent comes and goes, but maybe it's all for the best?
Torres: If you're gonna be an optimist, at least don't be a fool, eh?
The talking continues until "Girls on Film" by Duran Duran hits. The crowd boos as "The Headliner" appears on the stage, carrying her ever-present camera and tripod. She totally ignores the fans on her way down the ramp, stopping to set up her camera.
Rebecca: This women's match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Preston, Idaho... "The Headliner".... SARAH SNAP!
Sarah winks when her name is called as she climbs into the ring, making sure the shot looks like it might be good from where she stands, but she's interrupted by Miranda Lambert's "Fastest Girl in Town" and the crowd pops. Katherine Brock-Brown appears onstage, her husband standing next to her, but about a step behind. She holds her arms out and makes her way down the ramp quickly.
Rebecca: And her opponent....from Buckner, Missourri.... The Queen of the Ring.... KATHERINE BROCK-BROWN!
Kat slides into the ring and starts throwing some strikes at Sarah, who is forced back to the ropes. The bell rings and Kat hits her with some kicks to the side before planting her with a DDT. She gets to her feet and runs to the ropes, hitting Sarah with a low dropkick as she gets to her knees. She covers Sarah quickly.
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Kickout! Sarah tries pulling herself up, but she is beat to it by katherine, who whips her into the ropes. Sarah comes back and is able to get her offense in when she hits katherine with a crossbody. She tries covering, but it doesn't even get her a one count. She picks Kat up and kicks her in the stomach, then plants Kat with a DDT of her own. She picks Kat up again and whips her into the corner. Kat ducks under a Dropkick attempt, and Sarah gets her ankle caught in the ropes. Katherine takes advantage of her getting stuck and hits her with a dropkcik that appears to hit Sarah right in the throat. She pulls Sarah to the center of the ring and plants her with the End, and covers.
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Katherine gets to her feet and smiles as she holds her arms high and her music hits.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... Katherine Brock-Brown!
Katherine and Trent head up the ramp quickly as Sarah gets to her feet and they smile down at her as she tries getting out of the ring to get her camera and stuff. She glares up at them.
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When we come back from yet another commercial break, we see Morgan standing in the center of the ring. He has a microphone in hand, and a smile on his face. The crowd gets quiet right away for him so he can speak.
Morgan: Alright, as you all know, Sebastian Jankowski announced his resignation earlier this evening. As you also know, we announced him as the number one contender at the last edition of Meltdown. This leaves us in a dilemma. But I'll get to that in a moment. I have several announcements for Holiday Fear. First, we just heard of the resignation of Farah Khan. The Femme Fatale championship is now vacant. It will remain vacant for the time being, leaving us with the Horizon Championship and NAW Championship at Holiday Fear.
The crowd hangs on Morgan's every word.
Morgan: Now, for actual announcements regarding the show. The matches with anything special going on will be Christmas-themed, as they were at last year's WBSW Live: Holiday Fear edition. One of said matches will be the Christmas Present Match. Last year we saw Luca Flores in this match. This year it will be a several man match. The participants will be announced soon. And for my next annoucnement... the new number one contender for the NAW Championship will be Trent Brown!
The crowd pops loudly for Trent, he is brute force, and the fans seem to hope he'll at the very least rip Jordan's head off of his shoulders.
Morgan: He will face Jordan in what one of my staff members brought to me as a Bad Santa match. Speaking of which, Santa Claus will be present at Holiday Fear. He will be at ringside for this match, sporadically passing weapons into the ring for the two combatants to use against one another during the match, and it should make for some great fun.
The crowd continues to cheer.
Morgan: At our next Meltdown, we will get the rest of the Holiday Fear announcements as well. But I apologize, they cannot be spoiled for you all tonight, because what's the fun in knowing what presents you have before you get them?
Morgan drops the mic and adjusts his tie as he heads up the ramp and we cut.
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We come back from our final commercial break of the evening to see the crowd on their feet in anticipation of the main event. After silence, we hear "Storytime" by Nightwish hit the PA system, and the crowd loves it. They cheer and cheer as we see "Sideshow" Euan Dante and "The Very Good" David Fraggle appear on the stage.
Gould: Here they are, the two men who were wrongfully suspended by Isaac Bloom, and really our only hopes to keep the Public Enemies at bay at the moment!
Torres: If this is the best you've got, you have bigger issues on your plate than I had originally thought you'd had.
Sideshow carries a large bag, which he starts digging into as they head down the ramp. He starts pulling out NAW action figures, t-shirts, and DVD's and hands them out to some of the children that he can reach. He tosses a few rows back as well to make sure more fans are getting stuff as well, the crowd cheering them even more for this. They both get into the ring and smile as they get the crowd pumped up for the match. They go to their corner and start talking as a shotgun blasts through the arena. The crowd's attention is immediately taken, and the boos come before anyone can even think of doing any different. "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple and "King of Kings" both play in succession, the first song playing for fifteen to twenty seconds before fading. Gunner appears on the stage and holds his arms out, and after a few seconds, pyros go off in the form of gold X-formations right behind him several times.
Gould: And if there were an award for smug arrogant turds, these guys would be the shoo-in victors.
Torres: Someone is a little green with envy this evening, don't you think, Mr. Gould?
The two men start on their way down the ramp, Tyson Phoenix accompanying them down the ramp as well, the crowd booing. Tyson goes straight for the timekeeper's area, and tonight he actually takes the chair right out from underneath the timekeeper instead of grabbing an extra, and he sits right on it, slapping a high five with Jim Torres while he does it. Gunner and Jordan get into the ring as the music fades, and they also begin discussing strategy. The bell rings, signalling the start of the match, and we start the bout off with Jordan Keyser and David Fraggle in the ring.
Torres: Cover your eyes now, Gould. Wouldn't want to see you get nightmares after the disgusting display of dominance that we're about to see.
The two men circle the ring, Jordan goes for a lockup, but Fraggle ducks and runs for the ropes. He comes off them and hits Jordan with a high knee. Jordan doesn't want to look like a fool though, and bounces off of his back right to his feet and goes at Fraggle, who finally locks up with Jordan, and Jordan has Fraggle backed into a neutral corner. He backs up and goes for a boot, but Fraggle catches it and spins Jordan around. He connects with a Bulldog, and the crowd gets behind him quickly with a "Fraggle! Fraggle! Fraggle!" chant. Jordan gets to his feet and Fraggle hits him with some kicks to the sides. Jordan catches Fraggle's foot after a few kicks though, and after bouncing up and down a couple times on one leg, Fraggle meets Jordan's head with a nice kick to the temple. Jordan goes down, and Fraggle covers.
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Kickout by Jordan!
Gould: Where's this display of dominance? All I see right now is the "underdog" on top.
Fraggle hurries over to tag in Sideshow, who comes at Jordan full speed, taking him down with a hard tackle. He kneels over Jordan and releases all his pent up frustrations from past NAW experiences with right hand after right hand to the side of Jordan's face. Jordan is able to grab a rope, and Sideshow is forced to break it up, which he does after utilizing the entire count that Higgins gives him. Jordan pulls himself up using the ropes and reaches over to tag in Gunner. Sideshow continues to appear ready to go though, and he charges for Gunner. Gunner catches him by the throat and holds him for a second before shoving him, which sends him flying across the ring on his back. Sideshow gets right back up though and charges again. This time Gunner meets him with a huge boot to the face. Gunner walks over and covers.
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Kickout by Sideshow, and the crowd pops for the saved match. Gunner pulls Sideshow to his feet and kicks him swiftly in the chest, then backs up, gets his shot lined up right and aims for a punt to the face, but Sideshow is able to roll out of the way. He runs to the ropes, but when he bounces off, Jordan has a boot lined up perfectly to get Sideshow in the spine. Higgins sees it and gives Jordan a warning, and Gunner takes advantage with some stomps until Sideshow gets to the ropes which are right next to where he is lying. Gunner also utilizes the entire count and Higgins gets him to take a few steps back. While Gunner keeps Higgins distracted though, Jordan gets a boot in to kick Sideshow in the back of the head as he gets to his knees.
Gould: Come on, cheap tactics? Against the man who is supposed to be the best superstar in the company right now?
Torres: Best in NAW, and as such, he is proving how resourceful he can be, utilizing every opportunity that comes his way. This, Gould, is the reason that he is the NAW Champion right now.
Sideshow slowly gets up, holding the back of his head, and Gunner hits him hard with a Clothesline, forcing him back, and causing him to go out of the ring after a huge boot from the monster he's facing. Gunner takes a few steps back away from where Sideshow went out, and when Higgins goes to the ropes to see if Sideshow is okay, Fraggle comes in and jumps on the back of Gunner, applying a sleeper hold! This sparks Jordan to jump in and with a swift jump, hits Fraggle with a clothesline that causes him to fall off of the big man. But Sideshow slides in and Gunner is down to a knee after losing his balance. Sideshow comes over and is able to hit Gunner with a Dropkick, flattening him for the first time in the match. He covers, but Higgins is still yelling at Jordan to get out of the ring. Sideshow is pounding the mat to get the attention of Higgins, but when he finally does, Gunner is able to power out of the pin attempt and send Sideshow up into the air.
Gould: Once again, the referee having no eyes in the back of his head screws the good guys.
Torres: Define "good guys" though? Was one of these two men not responsible for the constant attempted destruction of the company in its first year?
Gould: Well, yeah... but--
Torres: Ah-ah. Okay. Stop talking then, unless you're gonna call this match instead of sympathizing for the guy who tried to put you out of work not so long ago.
Sideshow is able to keep Gunner from getting to a vertical base with a series of stomps and a springboard elbow drop from the nearby ropes, which was actually visually a cool move. He goes for another cover on Gunner, but Gunner gets a leg on the ropes pretty much instantly, rendering the attempt completely useless. Sideshow gets up and waits for Gunner to get up. he then runs and Gunner gets out of the way, so Sideshows attempt at a running dropkick ends up hitting Fraggle, instead, who is sent to the floor outside. Gunner comes over and tags in Jordan, and Jordan goes to town on an unsuspecting Sideshow right away with a shot to the back of the head, then an Inverted DDT. He pulls Sideshow's knee pad down to his shin and lifts the leg up, slamming it hard into the mat. He does the same thing again, and now Euan Dante is rolling around the ring grasping that leg.
Torres: Remember the display of dominance I said about? This is it.
Jordan goes to Sideshow and rolls him onto his stomach, then stomps on the back of the hurting knee. He does it again two more times, then picks sideshow up. Sideshow limps around a bit, trying to walk off the pain, but when he turns around, Jordan hits him with a running low dropkick to take that knee out. Sideshow tries crawling over to his corner to tag in Fraggle, and just as Jordan lets him get close, he pulls him away, yanking on the bad leg. The crowd boos at the underhanded move, and Jordan just shakes his head, sure that they'll never understand his line of thought. He picks Sideshow up and watches him collapse to the mat in a pile and smirks. He covers.
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Kickout by sideshow using the good leg! Sideshow rolls over and crawls to the ropes, pulling himself onto his knees. Fraggle reaches into the ring, almost falling over to make the tag, but he is able to slap the back of his partner, and Higgins allows it. Fraggle gets back onto the apron and hops to the top rope, springboarding off and landing an awesome Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors. He gets right to his feet, running over and kicking Gunner, causing him to fall off the apron, but land on his feet. His attention goes back to Jordan, who he meets with a Shining Wizard as Jordan takes a knee. He gets to his feet and nods his head to get the crowd into a rhythym as he runs to the corner, climbing to the top rope. He gets to stand straight up and hits a perfectly executed Moonsault, covering Jordan!
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Gould: Thought for sure that Fraggle had this match won for the V-List!
Torres: But much like I was with the sushi I had earlier, you were disappointed?
Fraggle gets to his feet, looking almost upset that he didn't get the win for his team on that. He pulls Jordan to his feet and whips him into a neutral corner, then he runs over, meeting Jordan with another knee to the head, then he stays on the second rope, looking around at the fans. Along the same lines as a (incredibly) much more famous pro wrestler, he runs to the middle of the ring with Jordan, landing a perfect Bulldog perfectly in the center of the ring. He coves Jordan again.
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Torres: But once again, Jordan is too good to lose to subpar opponents.
Gould: He hasn't won the match yet.
Torres: But he hasn't lost it yet either.
Fraggle argues the count with Higgins for about a second before nodding that Higgins is right, and when he turns to face Jordan, he is able to grab him by the hair. He goes to toss Jordan into the V-List corner, and when he does, Sideshow reaches in to stop him from hitting him, therefore, tagging himself in. Higgins calls the tag, and Jordan grabs sideshow by the hair, pulling him in over the top rope.
Gould: No! Sideshow has the hurt leg, he can't go back in.
Torres: Well he probably should have thought it through before he tug himself in.
Jordan locks in a half Boston Crab, modifying it to apply maximum pressure to the knee. Sideshow fights it though, refusing to tap out so easily. He lifts himself onto his elbows in an attempt to ease some of the pressure, though it doesn't appear to be helpful, as he still lets out shouts of pain and discomfort as he reaches desperately for the ropes that are just out of his reach. He keeps reaching and reaching, and feels his fingertips on the rope, but it pulls away, because Tyson Phoenix has walked over and pulled the rope out of his reach! Sideshow has no choice but to tap out now, and Fraggle hurries into the ring after the bell to come to his aid. Gunner hurries into the ring as well, and the four men brawl it out.
Rebecca: And your winners....The Public Enemies...
The brawl continues nonstop as we fade out.
Gould: Welcome ladies and gentlemen, to another edition of Monday Night Meltdown! The crowd loves us in Florida, and I think we might love them even more!
Torres: Cut the mushy lovefest with the fans, and get to the quick points, Gould. Tell them about the loaded card!
Gould: You mean tonight's main event? The return of the V-List?
Torres: Well, I mean...if you really want them to be the highlight of the show. I'm not sure Farah Khan and Jake Norton approve though.
Gould: Do Norton and Khan run things?
Torres: Well, titles get you quite a bit of power in this business.
The bickering is cut short by Limp Bizkit's "My Generation" and the crowd goes nuts. After a few seconds, Sebastian Jankowski and Mateusz Bartkowiak appear on the stage. Both of them look happy to see the fans tonight, but Sebastian has a very serious look beneath his smile. They head down the ramp, greeting the fans as they do, making sure to hit every single hand they possibly can. Mateusz comes around the ring while Sebastian grabs a microphone and slides right in. The music fades out and the fans continue cheering him on. The smile on his face gets wide as they chant "White-Red Kid" and he motions for them to quiet down so he can get to the point. After several chants and quite some time, they do get quiet.
Sebastian: Ladies and gentlemen, I'm so happy to see all of you out here tonight. I love seeing every single one of your faces every time I come to this very ring. It's why I do what I do. I do it all for you.
The pop after that very well could have blown the roof off of the SunDome, and he motions for the fans to get quiet again.
Sebastian: You see, this is a great place. I've had an amazing time. I've made some great friends here, and I'm sure there are friendships from here that I will never lose. I know that I've gained the respect of several, and I respect every single person in that locker room tonight. But that's not why I'm out here. I have something very important to say. You see, Alex Morgan came to me, to discuss Holiday Fear. He wanted to put that show in my hands. He wanted to make me the main attraction. And for that, Mr. Morgan, I say, thank you so much for entrusting me with something like a shot at the NAW Championship. It's a dream come true.
Another huge pop from these fans, and it's almost like Sebastian can't get very far at all without being interrupted out of pure love from them. He continues to smile as the cheers start to fade down a bit.
Sebastian: Mr. Morgan has such a great head on his shoulders. He's an awesome man, and he's a great friend. But with all due respect Alex, I'm going to have to turn down my championship match at Holiday Fear, and as of tonight, I am no longer a superstar on the NAW Roster. Some things have come up in Poland, and I must return home. It has nothing to do with you or any of the fans, or NAW. It has to do with some important matters that need to be attended to at home in the coming months. And for that I do apologize. I would love more than anything to take that championship from Jordan Keyser and get it as someone who truly deserves to have it, but alas, that is not--
Sebastian is interrupted by that all too familiar Motorhead song, "King of Kings" and the crowd immediately starts to pour in the boos. Though there are no pyros, as there normally are during the entrance. Jordan appears on the stage quite quickly in his very expensive suit with those Oakley sunglasses. He also carries a microphone in his hand. Sebastian stares up at him, and he stares right back, the two men staring holes in each other, almost like they are shooting invisible beams at one another and the beams are deflecting off the other. Jordan finally breaks the silence.
Jordan: So this is how it is, eh, Sebastian? Just when you're getting somewhere, just when the opposition becomes a challenge for you, you run off in the middle of the night to never be seen again?
Sebastian: That's not it at all, actually. I had something that--
Jordan interrupts, slowly coming down the ramp as he talks.
Jordan: Yeah, yeah, whatever. Look. Maybe we got off on the wrong foot here. I was looking forward to our match, buddy. You're an awesome wrestler. One of the best in the company. I have the utmost respect for you, Sebastian. Just know that. I was looking forward to our match so much. I feel like you're the guy who could challenge me. Push me over the edge. Make me actually work for it. Ya know?
Jordan stops at the foot of the ramp, a smile on his face. Sebastian looks half way flattered as Jordan says these things.
Gould: Sebastian look out!
From out of nowhere, Gunner Hughes and Tyson Phoenix attack Sebastian and Mateusz, flattening both men and stomping on the pair of them repeatedly. Gunner steps back from the downed Mateusz and as Mateusz gets up and stumbles toward him, Gunner hits him with the Buckshot. Tyson hits Sebastian with a few more stomps, picking him up and uppercutting him hard. Sebastian is turned around from the force of the shot and is met with Jordan's Perfect Execution!
Torres: You don't run away from the Enemies. This is what happens when you try to run from your problems.
Gould: He isn't running from his problems, hes taking care of things at home.
Torres: Well of course he's going to make an excuse as to why he can't keep wrestling here, Gould. If you can't hack it, you're gonna make an excuse.
King of Kings plays as Jordan, Tyson, and Gunner all stand in the center of the ring and hold their arms up high, Jordan and Gunner holding their title belts as well as we cut to the first comercial.
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Commercial Break
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When we get back, the crowd is cheering loudly.
Gould: Welcome back to NAW Meltdown! For those who weren't with us for the start of the show, Sebastian Jankowski announced his resignation, and the Public Enemies didn't take kindly to it.
The tron lights up to show Gunner and Phoenix attacking.
Torres: Yeah, you definitely don't run from the Enemies, because they'll hit you right in the face, no matter where you are.
We come back to the live camera of the commentary table, where Gould is shaking his head.
Gould: Kinda disgraceful that these guys couldn't show good sportsmanship and had to ambush Generation Poland the way that they did.
Torres: They were sending a message, Gould. A message heard 'round the NAW, if you will.
Gould shakes his head again. They are interrupted yet again. The arena dims to darkness as the sound of shattering glass breaks the awkward silence. Kirk Hammett's screaming guitar overture begins as one of the debuting superstars, Chris Cooper, comes running from behind the curtain with a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red in hand. He guzzles some of the rough liquid and drops it as he stares around the arena.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the first match of the evening is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Houston, Texas.... The Texas Terror.... CHRIS COOPER!
Cooper heads down the ramp, sliding into the ring and pulling himself to his feet. He walks around the ring once, holding his arms up high as he heads toward his corner, bouncing off the ropes near his corner once as his music fades out. In its place we get to hear "540,000 Degrees Farenheit" by Fear Factory. The crowd looks up to see the other debuting superstar in the match. He stands at the mouth of the ramp and looks around at the cheering fans before starting on his way down the ramp quickly.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Dallas, Texas..... ASSASSIN!
He slides into the ring and gets to his feet. He heads toward one side of the ring and holds his arms out. He then goes to the other corner, staring at Cooper. The bell rings and the two men lock up. It goes in Assassin's favor, and he is able to shove Cooper into the corner. He holds an arm out and is ready to start chopping, but when he swings, Cooper catches his arm, grabs him and turns, thrusting Assassin into the corner now. He hits Assassin with a few chops of his own, and pulls him to the center of the ring, where he bends Assassin forward and elbows him right in the spine, causing him to plant right into the middle of the ring. He covers.
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Kickout by Assassin! Cooper picks him up and whips him into the ropes. Assassin bounces off and comes back, hitting Cooper with a diving shoulder. He hurries to his feet and picks Cooper up, hitting him with an Uppercut that sends Cooper back several steps. He goes for a running Clothesline, but Cooper ducks. Cooper waits and as Assassin turns around, Cooper meets him with a giant right hook to the temple, and Assassin goes down.
Torres: Two absolute animals in the ring right now, it's really a contest to see who doesn't die.
Cooper gets on a knee and hits Assassin with a few rights before finally picking him up. He scoops him and carries him to the corner, dropping him to the turnbuckle with Snake Eyes! He takes a few steps back, and when Assassin stumbles around and turns to face him, he meets Assassin's face with a giant Clothesline, causing Assassin to do a complete backflip and land on his stomach.
Gould: Giant clothesline from Cooper, which he calls Decapitation!
Cooper covers.
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Rebecca: Here is your winner.... Chris Cooper!
Cooper gets to his feet and hols his arms out, the crowd cheering after the huge clothesline, and he heads up the ramp as we cut from the arena.
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When we come back from the commercial break, we see Isaac Bloom standing in the center of the ring to a booing crowd. He smirks and shakes his head. They do eventually quiet down, at which point he takes advantage and starts talking.
Bloom: I know you aren't fond of me, because I'm all about running a successful business, and it does bad things to some of these fools backstage, but once again, I have reason to believe that Generation Poland are breaching their contracts, so if the three of you misfits could get out here, that would be fantastic.
"My Generation" hits, and the members of Generation Poland appear from behind the curtain, Mateusz and Sebastian still sore looking from the beating earlier.
Bloom: Sebastian, you are exempt because you've decided to be the bigger person and give your notice. But marked as of right now, Mateusz Bartkowiak and Mariposa are having their NAW Contracts terminated!
The three of them look shocked and appalled, not a one of them knowing exactly why they're being fired.
Bloom: The three of you have until the main event match to pack your bags and be out of here, and don't even think of going to Miami for Holiday Fear.
The three start making their way to the back when "Tom Sawyer" by Rush hits. The crowd explodes in cheers when Alex Morgan appears with a microphone. He adjusts his signature bow tie, a smile on his face. When the crowd gets quiet he smiles again.
Morgan: Okay, Bloom. You've had your fun. When do you plan on giving up the power that you have instead of getting rid of all of my talent?
Bloom: The things I do, I do for the good of--
Morgan: Yeah, yeah, for the good of the company. But that is complete and utter bulls***.
The crowd pops, more over the fact that a swear word was said than anything it seems.
Morgan: I will be re-signing Matty B and Mariposa to unsackable contracts as my personal assistants!
The frowns on the Polish superstars turn into smiles as the crowd cheers and Morgan leads the three to the back. At this point, we cut to a picture of Bad Religion's album, "Christmas Songs" as "White Christmas" plays in the background.
Gould: Just taking this opportunity to let you know that Holiday Fear is taking place on December 30th, and here we have the official theme song of NAW's Holiday Fear!
Torres: I'd love to see the guys there, but God knows Morgan can't afford them.
Gould: And ya know, schedules... Anyway, for those of you just joining us, we just heard that Mateusz Bartkowiak will be staying on NAW Staff as an assistant to Alex Morgan!
Torres: Huge announcement, and the guy doesn't seem too slow, despite being Polish. I guess we'll see how useful he is.
Gould: Wow... kinda harsh.
We cut back to the stage as the first song cuts out and the lights go to black. "Night of the wolf" by Saxon blares over the PA and the crowd has a pretty mixed reaction as the spotlights begin to scan around the audience, who soak up the limelight while they're in it. All the spotlights finally train themselves on the curtain, where we now see Davey Vansen, who is looking straight down at the stage. He takes a few steps like this before looking out around the crowd. He holds his arms out and blue and red pyros go off behind him.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall! Introducing first, from Warrington, England.... The Knight.... DAVEY VANSEN!
Vansen heads down the ramp, not even stopping a little bit, until he gets to the ring. He walks over to the stairs and scans the first few rows of fans before heading up the stairs. He gets into the ring and takes a lap aorund before standing in one corner opposite the stage and takes off his jacket. He hands it out of the ring and starts hopping up and down to get the adrenaline flowing as his music fades out slowly. The lights go out again, this time with lights all along the stage as though candles in a church. The bells toll a few times before the electric guitars from Avenged Sevenfold's "Shepherd of Fire" chime in. The crowd knows who is coming, and they don't seem too fond of it.
Gould: Not a very warm welcome for the Friar here in Tampa.
The Black Friar appears on the stage, robes on, hood up, and the white mask barely showing. He heads down the ramp swiftly, totally ignoring any jeers from the fans, and ignoring Vansen, who stands in the ring, ready for a fight. Friar slides into the ring and tightens his robes, standing across from Vansen as the music fades out and the lights come back on.
Rebecca: And his opponent....The Black Friar!
The bell rings and the two men circle the ring a few times in fighting stance. Vansen lunges for Friar, who sidesteps him and kicks him in the back of the knee, taking him to one knee. Friar goes for a Buzzsaw kick, but Vansen is able to duck, and Friar spins around kind of awkwardly. Vansen hurries to his feet behind Friar, looking to land a German Suplex, but on the release, Friar does a complete backflip and lands perfectly on his feet. He steps back into the corner, and Vansen charges for him. Friar ducks, and Vansen boots the second turnbuckle. Friar goes for a quick rollup pin out of the corner.
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Vansen is able to force his way out of it and get to his feet.
Torres: Swift move by Friar, but Vansen caught it in time and managed to survive so far.
Friar runs to the ropes from Vansen, bounces back and comes at him, looking for a Crossbody. Vansen catches him though, and takes a few steps back from the bodies hitting, but does keep his footing. He shows shades of Mac Bane from last week, looking for the Fallaway Slam to the outside, but Friar is able to maneuver as he goes and hit an Inverted DDT onto Vansen! He covers again, hooking a leg.
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Shoulder up by Vansen!
Gould: Vansen stays alive again, a shoulder up this time.
Friar gets to his feet and runs to the ropes. This time when he comes back he is met with a Clothesline from Vansen. Davey gets to his feet and pulls Friar up, hitting him with a few shots to the chest before booting him in the ribs to send him a few feet back and then rolling as he hits the mat. He runs over and lands a running elbow drop to Friar, then covers himself.
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T--Kickout by Friar now. Vansen gets to his feet and pulls Friar up, whipping him into the corner. He runs over and hits a corner clothesline, then keeps Friar in the corner and hits him with a couple of stomps, ending this with taking a few steps back and hitting him with another huge corner clothesline, holds Friar against the turnbuckle and sits him up onto the top rope.
Gould: Uh oh. I know where this is going....
Vansen grabs Friar's legs and folds him up over his shoulder, set up as though for a Suplex, and he moves out to the center of the ring. Just as Vansen is looking for the Union Jack, in a miracle, Friar is able to pull the weight in his favor, landing a swift move that causes Vansen to faceplant into the mat in DDT fashion, and the match is still completely alive! The crowd is so loud after that, and for great reason, as it was a huge move. Friar gets to his feet, trying to keep himself balanced, as Vansen rolls over onto his stomach and crawls around a bit, kinda lost as to where he is now. Friar leans on the turnbuckles in the corner, catching his breath.
Torres: Gould. What just happened? That was...
Gould: That was a small miracle, Jim.
If you could see Friar's face, judging by the way he carries himself, you would think he knew that would be happening, as if predetermined by a greater power. As Vansen gets to his feet, Friar runs and jumps up, hitting him with Original Sin! The crowd is behind Friar at this point, just on sheer excitement as he places Vansen into the ropes so he is leaning. He runs to the other ropes, comes back, and is successful in casting Vansen his Final Judgment, and after springboarding, he successfully rolls Vansen up and gets a three count!
Rebecca: And your winner....Black Friar!
Friar gets to his feet as "Shepherd of Fire" plays, and totally ignores Vansen who is rolling around the ring in some pain as he heads up the ramp and we cut to another commercial.
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When we get back to the arena, the opening guitar riffs of "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed fill the arena. “Godly” Ken Davison steps through the curtain, posing with his arms out like a cross. He smiles, not really a warm smile, but more of a smirk. He looks out on the crowd, who aren't reacting much, but he's getting some boos out of them. His face quickly turns serious as he starts marching down the ramp.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Boston, Massachusetts.... "Godly" KEN DAVISON!
He circles the ring, stopping at each corner to pose in front of the fans. Finally, he slides into the ring and stands in the center with his arms out. The lights go down and a spotlight focuses on Davison in the ring. A red laser circles the ring before finally settling on Davison's forehead. The sound of a gunshot cuts off the music and the arena goes dark. In a few moments, the lights come back on with Davison still standing in the middle of the ring, without his robe and ready for battle.
Torres: I've heard nothing but praises in the name of Ken Davison, Gould. This should be a good one.
"Badass" by Saliva takes the silence away from the SunDome, and the crowd immediately shows disdain for the man who is just moments away from showing his face to them. Sure enough, like clockwork, Mac Bane appears on the stage, staring down into the ring at Davison, who also looks right back at him. Bane shakes his head as he heads down the ramp, brushing past the fans who try to reach out to touch him, looking as though he may snap someone's arm off if they actually manage to reach. He stands at the foot of the ramp.
Rebecca: And his opponent...from Port Arthur, Texas.... MAC BANE!
Bane gets into the ring and stands opposite Davison, who looks more ready than ever for his NAW debut match. The music cuts out and the two men stare each other down, the bell rings, signalling the start of the match. Davison looks ready to circle the ring a bit, but Bane looks to get right down to business, setting up the collar-elbow tie up. He forces Davison into the corner and immediately lowers himself, hitting Davison with repeated shoulders to the midsection. He backs up and Davison comes out of the corner, clutching his gut, and Bane picks him up, planting him with a Scoop Slam. He drops an elbow to Davison, and covers immediately.
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Kickout by Davison. Bane picks Davison up and whips him into the ropes. Davison comes back with a flying clothesline, which sends Bane into the ropes, but doesn't knock him over. Bane stops leaning on the ropes right away, and Davison hits him with a few kicks to the side, causing Bane to do no more than flinch a bit. He catches one of Davison's legs, and Ken is forced to hop on the other. He looks to kick Bane in the temple, but Bane ducks and picks his head up so that Davison is sitting on his shoulders. Davison is thrown off by the lift, and this gives Bane ample time to drop him on his face with an Electric Chair!
Torres: Here he is, ladies and gentlemen, a rising star easily.
Gould: Davison looked like a falling star with that electric chair drop.
Torres: For the love of all that is holy, Gould, please stop making jokes.
Davison kicks out after a second pin attempt by Bane, and he doesn't look pleased with it. Bane picks up the groggy Davison and lands a Vertical Suplex, then starts yelling at a few booing fans in the front row. He grabs Davison by the head before he can get to his feet and pounds him a couple times in the jaw before hitting him hard with a headbutt, the thud of which was loud enough to actually be audible to a couple of fans. As Davison staggers to his feet, Bane is quick enough to lock him into the Double Underhook, dragging him roughly to the center of the ring. He looks around before swinging a leg and planting Davison face first into the mat with what he calls "Business as Usual" and covers.
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Rebecca: And your winner.... Mac Bane!
Bane stands in the center of the ring, looking at the lifeless body of Ken Davison, and starts on his way back up the ramp slowly.
Gould: Love him or hate him, there is absolutely no denying that Mac Bane is a force in NAW.
Torres: Definitely Gould. I think for sure that we're looking at a future main eventer in Mac Bane. I believe in Mac Bane!
Bane crosses over the curtain as Davison sits up in the center of the ring, still trying to shake the cobwebs.
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When we come back from another short break, we see Jake Norton's face on the tron.
Norton: As we all know, Farah Khan, the Femme Fatale Champion, was set to compete tonight. But since the firing of her opponent, she was set to face someone else. But that didn't happen. And she's actually fed up. And so am I. Not so much fed up as we are bored though.
The crowd boos.
Norton: As fun as it was to destroy this place, and crush the dreams of all of you c***s, we've got more important matters to attend to, and we have arranged with Alex Morgan to end Farah's contract on good terms. Nothing against you guys...well...everything against you guys.
More boos.
Gould: That lazy eye is disturbing, Jim.
Norton: As for the fate of the title...we don't know. We don't care really. But Farah has yet to be beaten, so we all know she's the champ for good. But the records are obviously gonna get fudged, and that's no fun. Well... ta ta, c****s.
The face fades off the tron and you'd almost think there was a collective sigh of relief when it happened. We then cut to commentary.
Torres: Morgan can't hold onto talent to save his life, can he?
Gould: It does seem like all of our talent comes and goes, but maybe it's all for the best?
Torres: If you're gonna be an optimist, at least don't be a fool, eh?
The talking continues until "Girls on Film" by Duran Duran hits. The crowd boos as "The Headliner" appears on the stage, carrying her ever-present camera and tripod. She totally ignores the fans on her way down the ramp, stopping to set up her camera.
Rebecca: This women's match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Preston, Idaho... "The Headliner".... SARAH SNAP!
Sarah winks when her name is called as she climbs into the ring, making sure the shot looks like it might be good from where she stands, but she's interrupted by Miranda Lambert's "Fastest Girl in Town" and the crowd pops. Katherine Brock-Brown appears onstage, her husband standing next to her, but about a step behind. She holds her arms out and makes her way down the ramp quickly.
Rebecca: And her opponent....from Buckner, Missourri.... The Queen of the Ring.... KATHERINE BROCK-BROWN!
Kat slides into the ring and starts throwing some strikes at Sarah, who is forced back to the ropes. The bell rings and Kat hits her with some kicks to the side before planting her with a DDT. She gets to her feet and runs to the ropes, hitting Sarah with a low dropkick as she gets to her knees. She covers Sarah quickly.
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Kickout! Sarah tries pulling herself up, but she is beat to it by katherine, who whips her into the ropes. Sarah comes back and is able to get her offense in when she hits katherine with a crossbody. She tries covering, but it doesn't even get her a one count. She picks Kat up and kicks her in the stomach, then plants Kat with a DDT of her own. She picks Kat up again and whips her into the corner. Kat ducks under a Dropkick attempt, and Sarah gets her ankle caught in the ropes. Katherine takes advantage of her getting stuck and hits her with a dropkcik that appears to hit Sarah right in the throat. She pulls Sarah to the center of the ring and plants her with the End, and covers.
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THREE!
Katherine gets to her feet and smiles as she holds her arms high and her music hits.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... Katherine Brock-Brown!
Katherine and Trent head up the ramp quickly as Sarah gets to her feet and they smile down at her as she tries getting out of the ring to get her camera and stuff. She glares up at them.
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When we come back from yet another commercial break, we see Morgan standing in the center of the ring. He has a microphone in hand, and a smile on his face. The crowd gets quiet right away for him so he can speak.
Morgan: Alright, as you all know, Sebastian Jankowski announced his resignation earlier this evening. As you also know, we announced him as the number one contender at the last edition of Meltdown. This leaves us in a dilemma. But I'll get to that in a moment. I have several announcements for Holiday Fear. First, we just heard of the resignation of Farah Khan. The Femme Fatale championship is now vacant. It will remain vacant for the time being, leaving us with the Horizon Championship and NAW Championship at Holiday Fear.
The crowd hangs on Morgan's every word.
Morgan: Now, for actual announcements regarding the show. The matches with anything special going on will be Christmas-themed, as they were at last year's WBSW Live: Holiday Fear edition. One of said matches will be the Christmas Present Match. Last year we saw Luca Flores in this match. This year it will be a several man match. The participants will be announced soon. And for my next annoucnement... the new number one contender for the NAW Championship will be Trent Brown!
The crowd pops loudly for Trent, he is brute force, and the fans seem to hope he'll at the very least rip Jordan's head off of his shoulders.
Morgan: He will face Jordan in what one of my staff members brought to me as a Bad Santa match. Speaking of which, Santa Claus will be present at Holiday Fear. He will be at ringside for this match, sporadically passing weapons into the ring for the two combatants to use against one another during the match, and it should make for some great fun.
The crowd continues to cheer.
Morgan: At our next Meltdown, we will get the rest of the Holiday Fear announcements as well. But I apologize, they cannot be spoiled for you all tonight, because what's the fun in knowing what presents you have before you get them?
Morgan drops the mic and adjusts his tie as he heads up the ramp and we cut.
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We come back from our final commercial break of the evening to see the crowd on their feet in anticipation of the main event. After silence, we hear "Storytime" by Nightwish hit the PA system, and the crowd loves it. They cheer and cheer as we see "Sideshow" Euan Dante and "The Very Good" David Fraggle appear on the stage.
Gould: Here they are, the two men who were wrongfully suspended by Isaac Bloom, and really our only hopes to keep the Public Enemies at bay at the moment!
Torres: If this is the best you've got, you have bigger issues on your plate than I had originally thought you'd had.
Sideshow carries a large bag, which he starts digging into as they head down the ramp. He starts pulling out NAW action figures, t-shirts, and DVD's and hands them out to some of the children that he can reach. He tosses a few rows back as well to make sure more fans are getting stuff as well, the crowd cheering them even more for this. They both get into the ring and smile as they get the crowd pumped up for the match. They go to their corner and start talking as a shotgun blasts through the arena. The crowd's attention is immediately taken, and the boos come before anyone can even think of doing any different. "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple and "King of Kings" both play in succession, the first song playing for fifteen to twenty seconds before fading. Gunner appears on the stage and holds his arms out, and after a few seconds, pyros go off in the form of gold X-formations right behind him several times.
Gould: And if there were an award for smug arrogant turds, these guys would be the shoo-in victors.
Torres: Someone is a little green with envy this evening, don't you think, Mr. Gould?
The two men start on their way down the ramp, Tyson Phoenix accompanying them down the ramp as well, the crowd booing. Tyson goes straight for the timekeeper's area, and tonight he actually takes the chair right out from underneath the timekeeper instead of grabbing an extra, and he sits right on it, slapping a high five with Jim Torres while he does it. Gunner and Jordan get into the ring as the music fades, and they also begin discussing strategy. The bell rings, signalling the start of the match, and we start the bout off with Jordan Keyser and David Fraggle in the ring.
Torres: Cover your eyes now, Gould. Wouldn't want to see you get nightmares after the disgusting display of dominance that we're about to see.
The two men circle the ring, Jordan goes for a lockup, but Fraggle ducks and runs for the ropes. He comes off them and hits Jordan with a high knee. Jordan doesn't want to look like a fool though, and bounces off of his back right to his feet and goes at Fraggle, who finally locks up with Jordan, and Jordan has Fraggle backed into a neutral corner. He backs up and goes for a boot, but Fraggle catches it and spins Jordan around. He connects with a Bulldog, and the crowd gets behind him quickly with a "Fraggle! Fraggle! Fraggle!" chant. Jordan gets to his feet and Fraggle hits him with some kicks to the sides. Jordan catches Fraggle's foot after a few kicks though, and after bouncing up and down a couple times on one leg, Fraggle meets Jordan's head with a nice kick to the temple. Jordan goes down, and Fraggle covers.
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Kickout by Jordan!
Gould: Where's this display of dominance? All I see right now is the "underdog" on top.
Fraggle hurries over to tag in Sideshow, who comes at Jordan full speed, taking him down with a hard tackle. He kneels over Jordan and releases all his pent up frustrations from past NAW experiences with right hand after right hand to the side of Jordan's face. Jordan is able to grab a rope, and Sideshow is forced to break it up, which he does after utilizing the entire count that Higgins gives him. Jordan pulls himself up using the ropes and reaches over to tag in Gunner. Sideshow continues to appear ready to go though, and he charges for Gunner. Gunner catches him by the throat and holds him for a second before shoving him, which sends him flying across the ring on his back. Sideshow gets right back up though and charges again. This time Gunner meets him with a huge boot to the face. Gunner walks over and covers.
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Kickout by Sideshow, and the crowd pops for the saved match. Gunner pulls Sideshow to his feet and kicks him swiftly in the chest, then backs up, gets his shot lined up right and aims for a punt to the face, but Sideshow is able to roll out of the way. He runs to the ropes, but when he bounces off, Jordan has a boot lined up perfectly to get Sideshow in the spine. Higgins sees it and gives Jordan a warning, and Gunner takes advantage with some stomps until Sideshow gets to the ropes which are right next to where he is lying. Gunner also utilizes the entire count and Higgins gets him to take a few steps back. While Gunner keeps Higgins distracted though, Jordan gets a boot in to kick Sideshow in the back of the head as he gets to his knees.
Gould: Come on, cheap tactics? Against the man who is supposed to be the best superstar in the company right now?
Torres: Best in NAW, and as such, he is proving how resourceful he can be, utilizing every opportunity that comes his way. This, Gould, is the reason that he is the NAW Champion right now.
Sideshow slowly gets up, holding the back of his head, and Gunner hits him hard with a Clothesline, forcing him back, and causing him to go out of the ring after a huge boot from the monster he's facing. Gunner takes a few steps back away from where Sideshow went out, and when Higgins goes to the ropes to see if Sideshow is okay, Fraggle comes in and jumps on the back of Gunner, applying a sleeper hold! This sparks Jordan to jump in and with a swift jump, hits Fraggle with a clothesline that causes him to fall off of the big man. But Sideshow slides in and Gunner is down to a knee after losing his balance. Sideshow comes over and is able to hit Gunner with a Dropkick, flattening him for the first time in the match. He covers, but Higgins is still yelling at Jordan to get out of the ring. Sideshow is pounding the mat to get the attention of Higgins, but when he finally does, Gunner is able to power out of the pin attempt and send Sideshow up into the air.
Gould: Once again, the referee having no eyes in the back of his head screws the good guys.
Torres: Define "good guys" though? Was one of these two men not responsible for the constant attempted destruction of the company in its first year?
Gould: Well, yeah... but--
Torres: Ah-ah. Okay. Stop talking then, unless you're gonna call this match instead of sympathizing for the guy who tried to put you out of work not so long ago.
Sideshow is able to keep Gunner from getting to a vertical base with a series of stomps and a springboard elbow drop from the nearby ropes, which was actually visually a cool move. He goes for another cover on Gunner, but Gunner gets a leg on the ropes pretty much instantly, rendering the attempt completely useless. Sideshow gets up and waits for Gunner to get up. he then runs and Gunner gets out of the way, so Sideshows attempt at a running dropkick ends up hitting Fraggle, instead, who is sent to the floor outside. Gunner comes over and tags in Jordan, and Jordan goes to town on an unsuspecting Sideshow right away with a shot to the back of the head, then an Inverted DDT. He pulls Sideshow's knee pad down to his shin and lifts the leg up, slamming it hard into the mat. He does the same thing again, and now Euan Dante is rolling around the ring grasping that leg.
Torres: Remember the display of dominance I said about? This is it.
Jordan goes to Sideshow and rolls him onto his stomach, then stomps on the back of the hurting knee. He does it again two more times, then picks sideshow up. Sideshow limps around a bit, trying to walk off the pain, but when he turns around, Jordan hits him with a running low dropkick to take that knee out. Sideshow tries crawling over to his corner to tag in Fraggle, and just as Jordan lets him get close, he pulls him away, yanking on the bad leg. The crowd boos at the underhanded move, and Jordan just shakes his head, sure that they'll never understand his line of thought. He picks Sideshow up and watches him collapse to the mat in a pile and smirks. He covers.
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Kickout by sideshow using the good leg! Sideshow rolls over and crawls to the ropes, pulling himself onto his knees. Fraggle reaches into the ring, almost falling over to make the tag, but he is able to slap the back of his partner, and Higgins allows it. Fraggle gets back onto the apron and hops to the top rope, springboarding off and landing an awesome Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors. He gets right to his feet, running over and kicking Gunner, causing him to fall off the apron, but land on his feet. His attention goes back to Jordan, who he meets with a Shining Wizard as Jordan takes a knee. He gets to his feet and nods his head to get the crowd into a rhythym as he runs to the corner, climbing to the top rope. He gets to stand straight up and hits a perfectly executed Moonsault, covering Jordan!
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Kickout by Jordan!
Gould: Thought for sure that Fraggle had this match won for the V-List!
Torres: But much like I was with the sushi I had earlier, you were disappointed?
Fraggle gets to his feet, looking almost upset that he didn't get the win for his team on that. He pulls Jordan to his feet and whips him into a neutral corner, then he runs over, meeting Jordan with another knee to the head, then he stays on the second rope, looking around at the fans. Along the same lines as a (incredibly) much more famous pro wrestler, he runs to the middle of the ring with Jordan, landing a perfect Bulldog perfectly in the center of the ring. He coves Jordan again.
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Jordan with another Kickout!
Torres: But once again, Jordan is too good to lose to subpar opponents.
Gould: He hasn't won the match yet.
Torres: But he hasn't lost it yet either.
Fraggle argues the count with Higgins for about a second before nodding that Higgins is right, and when he turns to face Jordan, he is able to grab him by the hair. He goes to toss Jordan into the V-List corner, and when he does, Sideshow reaches in to stop him from hitting him, therefore, tagging himself in. Higgins calls the tag, and Jordan grabs sideshow by the hair, pulling him in over the top rope.
Gould: No! Sideshow has the hurt leg, he can't go back in.
Torres: Well he probably should have thought it through before he tug himself in.
Jordan locks in a half Boston Crab, modifying it to apply maximum pressure to the knee. Sideshow fights it though, refusing to tap out so easily. He lifts himself onto his elbows in an attempt to ease some of the pressure, though it doesn't appear to be helpful, as he still lets out shouts of pain and discomfort as he reaches desperately for the ropes that are just out of his reach. He keeps reaching and reaching, and feels his fingertips on the rope, but it pulls away, because Tyson Phoenix has walked over and pulled the rope out of his reach! Sideshow has no choice but to tap out now, and Fraggle hurries into the ring after the bell to come to his aid. Gunner hurries into the ring as well, and the four men brawl it out.
Rebecca: And your winners....The Public Enemies...
The brawl continues nonstop as we fade out.