Post by Alice White on Dec 18, 2013 16:49:32 GMT -5
Monday Night Meltdown #19
Eric Lee vs Jason Price
The pre-show match was the epitome of lopsided. Price had the absolute advantage from start to finish. It started with Eric Lee coming out of his corner pretty strong, and standing his ground for about a minute. He got a few good right hands in on Price before Price got right down to business and hit him hard with a hook that sent him back into the corner. He charges and hits Lee with a running Dropkick.
He pulls Lee to the center of the ring and lands a Vertical Suplex, covering and picking up a one count. He gets right back to it though, kneeling over the downed Lee and hitting him hard in the jaw with some rights until he decides to pull him into the corner. He leans him against the turnbuckle and hits him with a few stomps to the chest before Lee falls to a sitting position, and he backs up. He smiles and nods to the cheering crowd as he runs and hits a low dropkick to Lee's face, and the man has busted his lip! Price grabs Lee and puts his head between his legs, lifting him up onto his shoulders, and he runs across the ring, slamming Lee into the mat with the Powerbomb that he calls the Enforcer! He covers Lee, hooking the leg, and picks up the three count, making a huge splash in his NAW pre-show match and debut.
Alex Jones vs Mr. Xtra
Alex Jones made this match look like the simplest of things, taking his opposition out wit the greatest of ease. the match started off quickly with AJ quickly making Mr. Xtra look like a rag doll in the ring with a lot of quick strikes, a series of strikes which ends in a Hurricanrana from out of nowhere, and he gets a one count out of it. He picks Xtra up and whips him into the corner, running and connecting with an Enziguiri, or as he refers to it, his "AJ-Guri," much to the crowd's love. He pulls Xtra to the center of the ring, covering again, but still not quite getting a two count.
Xtra starts fighting back, taking swings at Jones like a wild man, but Jones is able to bob and weave and duck away from stuff for the most part, only being hit by a stray shot. He kicks Xtra in the ribs then runs to the ropes. He comes to Xtra, looking for a clothesline, but Xtra ducks. Jones is able to stop himself and when Xtra turns around, he is met with a Pele Kick to the chin that looks like it has him knocked totally unconscious. After a few seconds though, Xtra slowly gets up. Jones is waiting for him and charges, hitting him with his Neckbreaker finisher, the Endgame, and picks up the win after a successful pin attempt!
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We open the actual show with your video package that we've grown familiar with, but with some edits made to accomodate for recent changes. Gunner Hughes hitting an opponent with the Buckshot, Jordan Keyser executing Thad Jefferson, Trent and Katherine on the stage together, another shot of Trent, in the ring pounding his chest, Ken Davison on his way down the ramp, Black Friar on the stage, his mask glowing in this package. As this comes to the arena, the crowd is on fire as the pyrotechnic display goes off. We cut around the arena to several signs that fans have brought in, and then we go to the commentary table as the pyros stop exploding.
Gould:Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the last Meltdown of 2013! We've got an awesome show for you tonight, and boy are we ready for next year to come. It's gonna be bigger and better!
Torres: This show is gonna blow the roof off the place tonight, Gould, it's gonna be one hell of a show, and I can't wait to see how it all plays out!
As the music fades out and the lights come back to normal, ally eyes on are on Kelly Parker, who is in the ring right now. The opening riff of "Fight" by The Dirty Youth begins to play, and after just a few seconds, Aquila Vox appears on the stage from behind the curtain.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall....introducing first, already in the ring, Kelly Parker!
Vox smiles and pounds a fist into each palm before bouncing on the balls of her feet before she quickly heads down the ramp. She occasionally starts shadow boxing every so often on her way down, and the crowd kinda eats it up a bit. She looks into the ring at Kelly Parker who looks back at her for a few seconds.
Rebecca: And her opponent...from Rochester, New York... The Night Hawk... AQUILA VOX!
Aquila smiles as she slides into the ring under the ropes and skips happily to one corner, where she lifts a leg onto the top turnbuckle and stretches a second, then lifts herself up and sits atop the post, holding her arms up and trying to amp up the crowd. It doesn't do a terrible job, they pick up a little bit as she cues them on, and she hops down and stares across the ring at Parker. The bell rings, and the two women circle the ring. Aquila runs at Kelly, who looks for a Clothesline, but Vox ducks and runs to the ropes and bounds off, coming back and hitting Kelly with a Cross Body. She gets up and pulls Kelly to her feet, immediately throws a few kicks to Kelly's ribs. Kelly catches her leg and Vox hops on one foot for a second before kicking Kelly right in the head with an Enziguiri, and she covers Kelly.
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Kickout by Kelly.
Gould: Aquila Vox is looking pretty great in her debut tonight.
Torres: Tough little chick here, I'm interested to see how she turns out for us.
Aquila grabs Kelly by the hair and whips her into the corner, running to the corner and sending Kelly across the ring with a Monkey Flip. She gets to her feet and walks over to Kelly, grabbing her by the hair again, and pulls her to her feet. She smiles for a second before planting Kelly with a DDT, and she covers her again, this time she hooks a leg.
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A shoulder up by Kelly just in time. Aquila looks frustrated somewhat, and grabs Kelly by the hair and slams her head into the mat a couple times before getting to her feet and walking around the ring, the crowd cheering her on louder now than before.
Gould: Wow, she's really putting it to Kelly Parker, isn't she?
Torres: She's clearly got something to prove...and there it is! The Vox Populi!
After slamming Kelly to the mat, Vox covers her once again.
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Rebecca: And the winner.... AQUILA VOX!
The crowd cheers as Vox gets to her feet, Mark Lansing holding her arm in the air, as she smirks, her head bobbing to her music as she gets out of the ring and heads up the ramp slowly.
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Commercial
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We come back from commercial and the crowd is stoked for whatever may come next.
Rebecca Martin:"Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall, first coming down to the right at a combine weight of 635 pounds they are "The Texas Terror"Chris Cooper and "The Chi-Town Terror"JackHammer....Devastation Inc.!!!!"
Masters of the World by Sabaton plays on the PA as pyros shoot off as Angel Black and Shannon come through the curtain then JackHammer and Chris Cooper come through the curtain. Goliath comes through the curtain as Angel and Shannon head down the ramp. JackHammer and Chris Cooper head down the ramp followed by Goliath. Angel and Shannon head for the corner as JackHammer steps over the top rope entering the ring. Cooper slides into the ring behind JackHammer. The ringposts explode with blue fire. JackHammer takes off his bandana and duster then raises his left fist sending flame pyros off the ring posts. JackHammer and Chris Cooper give each other a high fist and wait for the match to start.
Rebecca Martin:"And thier oppoents, Diego Martinez & Marco Uribe....The Latin Kings!!!!"
The lights black out, and the voice over can be heard "Who you tryna' get crazy with, esé, don't you know I'm loco?" The lights flash back on, a gold tint to them as they flash with the beat of the music. After a few seconds, Diego & Marco appear on the stage. They stare at the crowd in disgust as they garner a huge amount of boos from the crowd. They go to the ring, shaking their heads and slide in, and pose on either turnbuckle, only to receive more boos. JackHammer and Diego Martinez lock up in the center of the ring. JackHammer quickly delivers a swift kick to the gut of Diego Martinez, doubling Diego Martinez over. JackHammer then grabs the back of Diego Martinez’s head and delivers a swift knee strike to the face of Diego Martinez, causing Diego Martinez to launch backwards onto the canvas
Malcolm Gould - What a knee strike!
Jim Torres- Diego Martinez is in serious trouble right now already!
JackHammer leans down and drags Diego Martinez up to his feet. JackHammer Irish whips Diego Martinez to the ring ropes. Diego Martinez hits the ring ropes and comes running back at JackHammer. At the last second, JackHammer reaches out and delivers a massive clothesline to Diego Martinez, sending Diego Martinez crashing down to the canvas. JackHammer then balls his right hand up into a fist, kisses his knuckles, then leaps into the air. JackHammer comes crashing down, driving his fist into Diego Martinez’s throat
Malcolm Gould- What a fist drop!
Jim Torres- Diego is in a bad bad way here
JackHammer quickly grabs Diego Martinez’s legs and attempts to pin Diego Martinez. The ref drops down and begins to count
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Diego Martinez somehow manages to kick out
Malcolm Gould- Only two!
Jim Torres- I don’t know how much more punishment Diego Martinez can take though
JackHammer shrugs as he pulls himself up to his feet. JackHammer leans down and drags Diego Martinez up to his feet. JackHammer then Irish whips Diego Martinez over to the turnbuckle. Diego Martinez smashes spine first into the turnbuckle. JackHammer then walks over to Diego Martinez and picks Diego Martinez up. JackHammer flips Diego Martinez upside down, so that Diego Martinez’s back is still facing the turnbuckle but Diego Martinez’s head is touching the canvas. JackHammer then ties Diego Martinez’s legs up in the Tree of Woe position. JackHammer then climbs up and puts his boot in between Diego Martinez’s legs and begins to brush his shoulders off as the crowd boo’s loudly and the ref begins to count
Malcolm Gould- Oh come on!
Jim Torres- JackHammer is just toying with Diego now!
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JackHammer finally removes his foot from Diego Martinez’s groin and climbs down. JackHammer walks over and tags in Chris Cooper. Chris Cooper quickly ducks between the second and third rope and runs over to Diego Martinez
Malcolm Gould- Chris Cooper is in!
Jim Torres- And he’s making a beeline straight for Diego!
Chris Cooper immediately runs over to Diego Martinez and quickly drops down, driving his elbow into Diego Martinez’s kidneys, Chris Cooper quickly stands up and then drops down, driving his elbow into Diego Martinez’s kidneys a second time. Chris Cooper then stands up and walks over to Diego Martinez’s legs. Chris Cooper then leans down and grabs Diego Martinez’s legs. Chris Cooper then locks in a Sharpshooter
Malcolm Gould- Sharpshooter applied
Jim Torres- Diego Martinez looks like he’s in a world of pain!
Diego Martinez screams out in pain as Chris Cooper continues to pull backwards, applying pressure to Diego Martinez’s legs and lower back. Chris Cooper cranks up the pressure on the Sharpshooter as the ref drops down and asks Diego Martinez if he wants to quit.
Malcolm Gould- The ref checking to see if Diego wants to give it up
Jim Torres- Diego Martinez looks like he is dedicated though!
Diego Martinez slowly pushes himself up, pain etched deeply into his features. Diego Martinez slowly begins to crawl over to where Marco Uribe is hoping back and forth, the tag rope clutched tightly in his hands
Malcolm Gould- Marco Uribe is dying to get into this match up
Jim Torres- This match has been all JackHammer and Chris Cooper thus far, Diego desperately needs to make a tag!
Diego Martinez slowly begins to pull himself over towards his corner, each time he crawls forward Chris Cooper locks in the Sharpshooter a little bit tighter. Diego Martinez slowly reaches out, his fingers just inches away from tagging in Marco Uribe….
Malcolm Gould- Diego is gonna do it!
Chris Cooper suddenly lunges forward, dragging Diego Martinez further away from the Latin King corner and back into the middle of the ring
Jim Torres- Nope!
Chris Cooper releases the Sharpshooter submission hold and turns around and begins to stomp down on the exposed back of Diego Martinez. Chris Cooper leans down and drags Diego Martinez up to his feet. Chris Cooper then spins Diego Martinez around so Diego Martinez’s back is facing Chris Cooper. Chris Cooper then wraps his arms around Diego Martinez’s waist and lifts Diego Martinez up before drilling Diego Martinez with a German Suplex
Malcolm Gould- Huge German Suplex!
Jim Torres- Diego Martinez is down and out big time!
A confident smile appears on Chris Cooper’s face as he looks over at Marco Uribe. Chris Cooper flips Marco Uribe off, causing Marco Uribe to try and enter the ring. The ref immediately runs over and tries to stop Marco Uribe from entering the ring
Malcolm Gould- Look at this!
Jim Torres- Chris Cooper managing to keep the tide in he and JackHammer’s favor!
Chris Cooper turns and waves at JackHammer, who immediately ducks into the ring. Chris Cooper leans down and drags Diego Martinez up to his feet. Chris Cooper then Irish whips Diego Martinez Diego Martinez to the ropes on the far side of the ring. Diego Martinez hits the ropes and comes running back at JackHammer and Chris Cooper. JackHammer and Chris Cooper both lean down, looking to connect a double back body drop. At the last second however, Diego Martinez manages to stop himself just short and Diego Martinez reaches out hooks both Chris Cooper’s and JackHammer’s heads. Diego Martinez then falls backwards, drilling both JackHammer and Chris Cooper with a dual DDT
Malcolm Gould- Diego Martinez FINALLY showing a bit of life!
Jim Torres- Diego Martinez NEEDS to get Marco Uribe into this match ASAP!
Marco Uribe immediately ducks outside of the ring and begins hopping up and down, the tag rope clutched tightly in his hand. Diego Martinez slowly begins to drag himself over to the Latin King corner, pain etched deeply into his features. Chris Cooper begins to get up to his feet and begins to try and stop Diego Martinez, but, at the last second, Diego Martinez dives and manages to slap the outstretched hand of Marco Uribe who vaults over the ropes
Malcolm Gould- YES!
Jim Torres- Marco Uribe IS IN! Marco Uribe IS ON THE LOOSE!
Chris Cooper manages to get to his feet, but is immediately driven down to the canvas by Marco Uribe, who connects a vicious spear
Malcolm Gould- Hard Impact for Chris Cooper!
Jim Torres- Look out! Marco Uribe is on a Rampage!
JackHammer also manages to get to his feet at the same time as Marco Uribe. Marco Uribe immediately sprints at JackHammer, who turns around and is driven down to the canvas by yet another Marco Uribe spear. JackHammer rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, holding his stomach in pain
Malcolm Gould- And a spear for JackHammer!
Jim Torres- Marco Uribe is spearing anything that moves!
Marco Uribe leaps to his feet and throws his arms out to either side, letting out a massive roar. The audience explodes into applause
Malcolm Gould- Marco Uribe is feeding off of this crowd!
Jim Torres- Marco Uribe is on the freaking warpath right now!
Marco Uribe leans down and drags Chris Cooper up to his feet. Marco Uribe Irish whips Chris Cooper to the ring ropes. Chris Cooper hits the ropes on the other side of the ring and comes running back towards Marco Uribe. Marco Uribe reaches out at the last second and lifts Chris Cooper up. Marco Uribe leaps into the air, spins 180 degrees, and drives Chris Cooper down to the canvas with a double edged spinebuster
Malcolm Gould- Marco Uribe almost drove Chris Cooper THROUGH the ring with that double edged spinebuster!
Jim Torres- Yup! Good thing these rings are designed to hold the weight of four Death-Angels!
Marco Uribe gets to his feet and looks over at JackHammer, who is just starting to pull himself up onto the ring apron. Marco Uribe looks directly at JackHammer and screams something before turning his attention back to Chris Cooper
Malcolm Gould- What did Marco Uribe just scream?
Jim Torres- I think he said “watch this”
Marco Uribe leans down and drags Chris Cooper up to his feet. Marco Uribe kicks Chris Cooper in the stomach, doubling Chris Cooper over. Marco Uribe then leans down and lifts Chris Cooper up in the military press position
Malcolm Gould- Look at the strength of Marco Uribe!
Jim Torres- Does Marco Uribe know what he’s doing?
Malcolm Gould- What do you mean?
Jim Torres- We’ve seen this move before…
Marco Uribe allows Chris Cooper to drop down onto his shoulder, setting Chris Cooper up in the powerslam position. Marco Uribe then drives Chris Cooper down to the canvas with a military press into a powerslam
Malcolm Gould- Incredible move!
Jim Torres- Yeah it was!
Marco Uribe drops down and hooks Chris Cooper’s legs as the ref begins to count
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-2…JackHammer storms into the ring and stomps down on Marco Uribe’s exposed back
Malcolm Gould- JackHammer there to break up the pin
Jim Torres- I wonder if Cooper would’ve kicked out under his own power
JackHammer turns and walks back to his corner. Chris Cooper and Marco Uribe slowly begin to get to their feet. Once both men have achieved a vertical base, Marco Uribe and Chris Cooper lock up in the center of the ring. Chris Cooper manages to lock in a side headlock on Marco Uribe. Marco Uribe, however, manages to shoot Chris Cooper off towards the ropes. Chris Cooper hits the ropes on the far side of the ring and comes running back towards Marco Uribe. As soon as he gets close enough, Chris Cooper reaches out and hooks his arms underneath Marco Uribe’s armpits. Chris Cooper then executes a dropstep and delivers a belly to belly suplex on Marco Uribe
Malcolm Gould- This could be the opening that Chris Cooper needs!
Jim Torres- Let’s see if he can capitalize!
Chris Cooper manages to crawl over to JackHammer. Chris Cooper reaches out and tags in JackHammer. JackHammer ducks into the ring and runs over to Marco Uribe. JackHammer begins stomping down on Marco Uribe
Malcolm Gould- JackHammer putting the boots to Marco Uribe
Jim Torres- JackHammer is clearly trying to soften Marco Uribe up!
JackHammer leans down and drags Marco Uribe up to his feet. JackHammer begins to deliver right and lefts, landing body blows and jabs, causing Marco Uribe to stumble backwards until he backs right into his own corner turnbuckle. Marco Uribe suddenly reaches out and grabs JackHammer by the throat
Malcolm Gould- Uh oh…
Jim Torres- Tongan Death Grip!
Marco Uribe cocks back and delivers a big time right to JackHammer, who tries to stumble backwards but can’t. Marco Uribe reaches out and grabs JackHammer with his other hand. Marco Uribe then manages to walk out of the corner turnbuckle a few steps before grabbing JackHammer and throwing JackHammer into the corner. Marco Uribe then begins pelting JackHammer with rights and lefts. Marco Uribe notices Diego Martinez, who is standing on the outside of the ring. Marco Uribe reaches over and tags Diego Martinez in
Malcolm Gould- Diego Martinez is in!
Jim Torres- This didn’t go so well last time…
Marco Uribe turns around…just in time to see Chris Cooper come running full speed at Marco Uribe, Chris Cooper clotheslines Marco Uribe over the top rope, sending both men toppling outside of the ring
Malcolm Gould- Chris Cooper manages to surprise Marco Uribe with that clothesline!
Jim Torres- But look in the ring!
Diego Martinez, who was distracted by Chris Cooper clotheslining Marco Uribe over the top rope, has his back turned and doesn’t see JackHammer, who has managed to get to his feet. JackHammer nods his head a few times as he pumps his arms up and down. JackHammer waits until Diego Martinez turns around before sprinting towards Diego Martinez. As soon as he gets close enough, JackHammer leaps into the air and connects a flying knee
Malcolm Gould- That had to hurt!
Jim Torres- Chris Cooper just laid Diego Martinez OUT!
JackHammer picks up Diego Martinez and then puts him onto his shoulders as Chris Cooper climbs to the top rope. Cooper gets standing and jumps off, sending Diego to the mat with a Clothesline to finish the Complete Devastation!
Gould: There's the cover...1! 2! 3!
Devastation Inc. get to their feet and hold their arms high as their music plays and the Latin Kings roll out of the ring and lay on the floor outside, both of them laid out.
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When we come back from commercial, Godly Ken is making his way to the ring, and Black Friar is already in the ring. Ken slides into the ring and gets to his feet, and his music cuts out. He stands in his corner and the bell rings, both men moving to the center of the ring. They lock up, and Ken gets a quick advantage, pushing Friar to the corner. He holds him there for a second before stomping at the Friar's chest a few times, then he whips Friar to the other corner. He charges and heads for Friar in the corner, and Friar is able to get himself hoisted onto the top, Ken looking to spear him and hitting the ring post instead of Friar, and Friar rolls down in a forward roll, connecting a Sunset Flip and looking for a pin.
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Davison kicks out of the attempt, and Friar hurries to his feet.
Gould: Both of these men are looking for a big win.
Torres: It's all about momentum, Gould. They both need a big win going into Holiday Fear.
Both guys circle the ring a bit more, and Friar runs and spears Ken, taking him down and lays into him with a few right hands. Ken comes back and is able to hold an arm up to block a few of the shots, and is finally able to shove Friar off of him. He gets up and Friar comes at him, but Ken sidesteps and locks in an armbar, taking Friar down and wrenching his arm back, causing Friar to squirm around, trying to get out of the hold. He is able to slip out at some point, and rolls out of the ring for a second. Ken runs and dives over the top rope, taking Friar off of his feet and the crowd pops. Ken gets up and rolls Friar into the ring, sliding in after. They get up and Ken hits Friar with a few rights, but Friar catches one and shoves Friar back. He goes to kick Ken, but Ken catches the leg. Friar hops on one foot a few times before connecting with a vicious Enziguiri!
Gould: I think he might have knocked Ken out!
As Ken slowly gets to his feet, Friar hits him with his Double Knee Facebuster, Original Sin! He finishes things up with Final Judgment!
Torres: Nope, but I think that may have knocked him out. And 1! 2! 3! Friar wins it.
As Black Friar gets his hand raised in victory, his celebration is cut short as "Badass" by Saliva blasts through the curtain. Mac Bane charges to the ring from backstage, microphone in hand. He shoves Black Friar to the side as though he isn't even there and gets right in "Godly" Ken Davison.
Mac Bane: "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Godly" Ken Davison: "You know who the hell I am."
Mac Bane: "Bull. The "Godly" Ken I knew wouldn't have rolled over for this piece of crap. The "Godly" Ken Davison I knew was a man who told me he was going to put my ass through a flaming table then actually went out and did it. Where is he? Because I'll tell you that he's not standing in front of me."
Black Friar starts to walk over when Bane turns and puts his hand out, cutting Friar off.
Mac Bane: "This doesn't concern you. But if you want to start something, you can be damned sure I'll finish it."
Bane turns back to Davison.
Mac Bane: "You know what happened to you, boy? You went soft. You used to have a reputation. You used to have a legacy. Now, you are nothing more than a punchline. The man I once knew used to dominate in the ring like I dominate in the boardroom. The man I knew wouldn't take this crap. The man I knew would have done something about it."
"Godly" Ken Davison: "Listen... Mac..."
Before Davison can finish his sentence, Bane hits him in the face with a slap that echoes through out the arena.
Mac Bane: "Come on! Prove to me you're the man you once were."
Davison steps forward, getting right in Mac's face.
"Godly" Ken Davison: You ever do anything like that again I'll..."
Mac Bane: "You'll what?"
Davison turns around and cold cocks Black Friar in the temple with a spinning elbow. Before Friar can catch his bearings Bane has joined in the assault, flipping the Friar over with a snap mare. Davison immediately jumps over the Friar, connecting with a Jumping Neck Snap and Bane follows that up with a vicious kick to the spine and Friar's body involuntarily falls backwards. The two men continue to put the boots to Friar as Jordan Keyser is now seen standing at the entrance way watching the beat down. Bane and Davison finally stop and both men look up at Keyser who simply nods before walking backstage.
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When we get back from another commercial, Assassin is already in the ring. "Badass" by Saliva hits, and Mac Bane appears on the stage. He starts his charge down the ramp, totally blowing off the fans who reach their hands out.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall, already in the ring is Assassin! And his opponent.... Mac Bane!
Mac is already in the ring now and waiting for the match to start. The music fades and the bell rings. Assassin charges, and Mac sidesteps, throwing him into the corner, and he hits his shoulder on the post. Bane pulls him out of the corner and hits him with some rights before whipping him into the ropes. He plants him with a high knee, then covers.
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Gould: Not quite enough to get Assassin out yet.
Bane pulls Assassin to his feet, connecting with a Vertical Suplex, but he holds onto Assassin, picking him up and connecting for two more consecutive Suplexes. He picks Assassin up again, whipping him into the corner. He hits him with a corner splash, and when Assassin stumbles out of the corner, he connects with a powerslam! He covers again, but Assassin kicks out just in time. He whips Assassin into the ropes, and assassin comes back, and Mac Bane hits him with a rotating Spinebuster! He picks Assassin up and hits him with BUA, and covers, getting the victory!
Rebecca: And your winner... mac Bane!
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Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen…this next match is scheduled for one fall!
“A Warriors Call” By Volbeat starts to play, and Trent brown appears on the ramp accompanied by his wife Kat.
Announcer: Introducing first…from Dublin, Ireland…weighing 267 pounds….Trent Brown!!
The fans give a mixed reaction as Trent looks down the ramp to the ring, ignoring the fans jeers and boos. The couple walk down to the ring and Trent climbs in to await his opponent. His music then comes to a stop and a shotgun blast is heard through the PA system. “Dead Man Walking” by Bloodsimple then begins to play.
Announcer: And his opponent…from Portland, Oregon…weighing 274 pounds…he is the NAW Horizon Champion…Gunner Hughes!!
After a few moments, Gunner Hughes slowly comes walking out from the back, raising an arm in the air at the top of the ramp as he stares into the booing crowd With Tyson Phoenix standing behind him. He stomps down the ramp and towards the ring, then he climbs through the ropes and walks to the center of the ring, raising his arm in the air once more before his music comes to a stop. He looks across the ring at Trent with a mean looking glare, and the referee takes his title belt from his as the bell sounds to start the match. The two square off and eventually start to trade punches, and it’s Gunner who gets the upper hand. He works Trent backward towards the ropes, but Trent then comes back and fires off with a series of roundhouses to stagger Gunner. Trent grabs Gunner’s arm and attempts to irish whip him into the opposite corner, but Gunner plants his foot and doesn’t budge. He then yanks Trent towards him and floors him with a standing closeline.
Torres: Well that backfired on Trent didn’t it?
Gunner stomps on Trent as he tries to get to his feet, then he pulls him to the center of the ring and lands a belly to belly suplex. Trent crashes to the mat and Gunner stays on him with more stomps. Trent crawls to the edge of the ring and uses the ropes to get to his feet, and Gunner grans him and tosses him back into the center of the ring again with a bodyslam. He then starts to lift Trent back to his feet again, but Trent delivers a couple of shots to the midsection and Gunner keels over. Trent recovers and follows it up with a knee to the face and Gunner falls to the mat. Trent catches his breath a bit, then he runs to the ropes and comes back with a jumping elbow drop across Gunner’s chest. Gunner rolls around on the mat holding his chest, and Trent then climbs to the top turnbuckle.
Torres: What’s Trent doing up there?
Gould: Looks like he’s taking this fight to the skies…the one place he most definitely has the advantage over Gunner Hughes.
Gunner makes it to his feet and doesn’t see Trent, and just as he turns to face the corner Trent leaps off and hits him square in the face with a missile dropkick to send him back down to the mat. Trent crawls over to make the cover.
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Trent lifts Gunner to his feet and irish whips him to the ropes and jumps at him with a flying forearm but Gunner ducks it and bounces off the opposite rope and comes back with a shoulder block as Trent is getting up. Gunner grabs Trent by the leg and locks in a single leg crap, and the ref checks for the submission.
Gould: Gunner with the submission hold, we haven’t seen this from the big man in quite a while.
Torres: Well quite a while or not, he’s bending Trent in half!
Trent screams in pain as Gunner applies more pressure, and the ref is asking him if he wants to quit. Trent desperately tries to reach the ropes and manages to snag the bottom rope with his hand and the ref calls for Gunner to break the hold. Gunner reluctantly lets go of the hold and is yelled at by the ref a little for holding it a bit too long. Gunner grabs rent as he’s getting back up and whips him to the ropes, then catches him on the return with a spinebuster and plants him hard on the mat. Gunner with the cover.
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Kick out by Trent!
Gunner sits up and holds three fingers up to the ref, but the ref shakes his head as he holds up only two.
A frustrated Gunner then lifts Trent back to his feet once more and slams him to the mat with a sidewalk slam, then he again tries for the cover.
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Kick out by Trent!
Gunner glares at the ref who is holding up two fingers again, then he gets up and lifts Trent to his feet one more time. But out of nowhere Trent breaks free and nails Gunner with a chop to the throat to send the big man stumbling backward. He shakes it off and runs at Trent, but at the last moment Trent ducks nails him with a spear to send him to the mat.
Gould: Nice counter by Trent Brown!
Trent quickly crawls attempts a cover
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Trent gets up and catches his breath as Gunner also slowly gets back to his feet. Trent runs up and grabs Gunner by his head, then swings around to hit a tornado DDT. Again Trent waits for Gunner to make it back up, then he nails him with a few stiff roundhouse punches and finishes with another DDT. Trent then begins to lock in a figure four, but before he can fully lock in the hol, Gunner reaches up and grabs him by his head and rolls him up into a pin. The ref drops to the mat and makes the count
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Kick Out by Trent!
Torres: And now a nice reversal by Gunner!
Gould: Yeah he almost stole the win right there.
Both men scramble to their feet, and just as they are about to lock up Trent slips around behind Gunner and nails him behind the knee with a kick to drop Gunner to one knee. Trent then grabs him by the head and drives him face first into the mat with a facebuster. Trent waits as Gunner slowly gets back up, then he lifts him up and slams him to the mat with his Raw Power signature slam.
Torres: Oh, this could be bad for Gunner!
Trent crawls over and covers Gunner
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Kick out by Gunner!
Gould: Wow, what resolve from the Horizon Champ! Not too many superstars could have kicked out after suffering a devastating slam like that.
Torres: Yeah, that just goes to show you how extreme some of these NAW newcomers are.
Trent gets back to his feet and stalks Gunner as he also slowly gets up. Trent bounces off the ropes and comes running at Gunner with his arms outstretched for his Brute Force signature closeline, but Gunner ducks it and Trent runs past him. Trent rebounds off of the opposite side and comes running back and Gunner turns just in time to meet Trent with a back body drop. Trent flips into the air and crashes to the mat, rolling out of the ring and falling to the outside floor afterward from the momentum.
Gould: Wow, what a showing of raw power by Gunner Hughes! I don’t think there’s a single superstar on the NAW roster who can even come close to matching strength with him.
Torres: Well for once I have to agree with you Gould. Gunner is a beast, that’s for sure. But the question is…can that strength win him this match right here? And even more importantly even if it does…will it be enough for him to retain his title against David Fraggle at Holiday Fear?
Trent is slowly getting to his feet on the outside the ring and Gunner keeps the referee busy while Tyson walks over and cracks him in the back of the head with a stiff kick. He then grabs Trent and is about to roll him back into the ring, but suddenly Kat appears out of nowhere and grabs Tyson by his shoulder to spin him around and stop him. Tyson sees Kat standing behind him and he gets a cocky smile on his face as he starts to taunt her and walk towards her.
Tyson: Really? And what are you going to do sweetheart? Bake me a cake? Give me a kiss?
Tyson continues to laugh, but unbeknownst to him Trent has recovered behind him. He spins Tyson around and cracks him in the jaw with a stiff uppercut, which sends Tyson stumbling backwards towards Kat who also spins him around and greets him with her Deadly Kiss signature kick. Tyson hits the floor and rolls around holding his jaw while Trent laughs at him and starts to climb back onto the apron.
Gould: What a kick!
Torres: It sure was, and I’ll bet that wasn’t the type of kiss that Tyson was hoping for either!
Meanwhile, Gunner charges at Trent as he gets on the apron and nails him with a forearm to send him flying off the apron and into Kat, taking her out in the process and sending both of them to the floor. Trent crawls over and checks on Kat for a bit as the referee looks onward from inside the ring. Gunner also watches with a smile on his face. Suddenly, the fans all begin to get excited as somebody comes walking out from the back.
Torres: Hey, it’s David Fraggle. What’s he doing out here?
Fraggle heads towards ringside and right away Gunner notices the reaction from the fans. He looks around and eventually turns to spot Fraggle, and then walks over to the ropes to meet him as he gets to ringside, jawing the entire way. He points down to the man who he’ll be facing at Holiday Fear and challenges him to get inside the ring.
Gould: These two have a lot of history between them, they might not be able to wait until Holiday Fear!
Torres: I think your right Gould, Fraggle looks like he’s going after the champ!”
Fraggle gets up on the apron and Gunner quickly grabs him by the throat. Suddenly, Fraggle spits a mouthful of green mist into Gunner’s face and Gunner releases his grip and stumbles backward, holding his eyes as he struggles to see. Just as the referee turns his attention back to the match, Fraggle hops back down to the floor, laughing as he admires his handiwork. Trent climbs back into the ring and sees his opportunity and wastes no time grabbing Gunner from behind and planting him on the mat with his Raw Power slam again. Gunner rolls around on the mat holding his back and is slow to get back up as Trent takes his stance in the corner and stalks him.
Gould: Fraggle just blinded Gunner Hughes with that green mist!
Torres: And now Trent Brown is going in for the kill!
The fans go into a frenzy as Tyson gets up on the apron and begins to climb inside the ring to go after Trent. But Fraggle grabs his leg and pulls him back down to the floor and nails him with a hard roundhouse. Fraggle and Tyson exchange punches on the outside while inside the ring Trent sails through the air and plants his boot right in Gunner’s face with his Lights Out finisher. Trent covers Gunner and the ref makes his count.
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Gould: He did it! Trent Brown beat Gunner Hughes!
Torres: And not a second too soon, because here comes the cavalry!
Jordan Keyser and Mac Bane both come running out as the announcer walks to the center of the ring and Trent’s music plays.
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman…here is your winner…Trent Brown!!
The referee raises Trent’s hand and Gunner rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor to recover. But Trent doesn’t even have time to celebrate his win as Jordan and Mac both storm the ring and begin to circle him like a couple of rabid wolves. Meanwhile Fraggle gets the upper hand over Tyson on the outside of the ring after he irish whips him into the barricade and he sees what’s going down inside the ring and decides to make his exit, heading back up the aisle and towards the back.
Gould: Well Fraggle’s not wanting any part of the Public Enemies it seems. He could get in there and at least try to help Trent.
Torres: And why would he do that? His work here is done. He has a match coming up next with the NAW Champion, walking away now is the smartest thing he can do.
Fraggle disappears into the back as Jordan and Mac begin to close in on Trent. Kat wants to get inside the ring and help but Trent yells at her to stay out. Suddenly, “Violence Fetish” by Disturbed begins to play through the PA system and “Godly” Ken Davison comes walking out from the back, his eyes locked on Mac Bane as he marches to the ring.
Gould: Well business has certainly picked up now, because here comes “Godly” Ken Davison and he looks like he’s on a mission!
Davison slides into the ring and walks up to stand next to Trent, patting him on the shoulder as he keeps his glare fixed across the ring at Bane. Bane gets an uneasy look on his face as he and Davison both start to exchange words.
Torres: It looks like he might be coming out to pick up where he and Mac Bane left off on the last show!
Gould: Well it’s a good thing too, because the Public Enemies were about to…
Suddenly Gould’s words are drowned out by the sound of the frenzied crowd as Ken Davison turns and levels Trent with a superkick to the face! He then turns back to face Mac bane, who now has a big smile on his face as the two shake hands.
Gould: Are you kidding me?! These guys got to Ken Davidson too?
Torres: Wow!
Mac Bane raises Ken Davidson’s hand and presents him to the fans who are drowning the entire arena in boos. Jordan then calls for a mic just as Gunner is getting back into the ring.
Jordan: Pick him up, we’re not through yet!
Mac Bane and Ken Davidson grab Trent and lift him to his feet, and Jordan removes his NAW title belt from his waist and holds it in Trent’s face.
Jordan: You think you have a shot at this Trent? You think you can beat me? Nobody can beat me! I’m the champion!
Jordan winds up and cracks Trent right in the face with the folded up title belt and Trent falls to the mat. Kat manages to reach in and pull Trent out of the ring and she helps him to his feet and towards the back area. Jordan watches them leave and again raises the microphone to his mouth.
Jordan: This? This is the best you have to offer me Alex Morgan? This is your number one contender?
Jordan turns and sees that Gunner is back inside the ring and Gunner gives him a thumbs up that he’s ok. He then turns his focus back to the booing fans.
Jordan: Fraggle…you little worm…you might have skipped out on this fight here but you’re still gonna get what’s coming to you next in our match…and even worse at Holiday Fear when Gunner gets his hands on you. There’s no escaping it. And as for the rest of you doubters, don’t let this pointless win that Trent stole here tonight cloud your minds…we are still the most powerful force in the NAW. And just as we have shown with our recent acquisition of the talented “Godly” Ken Davidson here tonight…we have the numbers to prove it! So bring it on Alex Morgan, because we will continue to knock down everybody you send our way!
Gould: The Public Enemies, now one member stronger.
Torres: I just don’t know who is possibly going to be able to put a stop to these guys.
The fans explode with boos, and the group all get smiles on their faces as they appear to be feeding of off the heat. Jordan then raises the microphone to his mouth one more time.
Jordan: Go ahead and boo us people….we don’t really care. And do you know why we don’t care? Because we’re not your friends…
He glances back at all the rest of the group standing behind him and laughs.
Jordan: We are your enemies!
Jordan tosses the microphone to the mat as “King of Kings” by Motorhead plays. The group exits the ring as the show goes to commercial. After a few plugs for sponsors and the upcoming NAW Holiday Fear pay per view, the scene returns again and the announcer is seen standing inside the ring.
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, this next match is scheduled for one fall!
"Francois Martin" by The Tenth Stage hits the PA system and David Fraggle walks out from behind the curtains.
Gould: Well we've got things under control from our last match, but now it looks like things are going to get heating right back up as here comes our main event!
Torres: Yeah and this guy better be watching his back, because he's certainly on the targets of the Public Enemies, who have already taken out Trent Brown tonight.
Announcer: Introducing first, from parts unknown….weighing 150 pounds….”The Very Good” David Fraggle!!
David Fraggle walks to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, then runs to a nearby corner and jumps up to the top to raises his arms. He then jumps off of the corner, takes off the mask that he’s wearing, places it on the corner, turns around and waits on the match to begin as his music stops playing. Jordan Keyser enters the arena to a gold pyrotechnic display in the form of gold X's on either side of the stage. The entire arena is bathed in gold lights as “King of Kings” by Motorhead then begins to play.
Announcer: And his opponent…from Nueces County, Texas…weighing 235 pounds….he is the NAW Champion…Jordan Keyser!!
Jordan makes his way slowly to the ring, taunting the booing fans as he struts down the aisle. He sees a young kid sitting ringside and he walks up and holds the NAW title belt out for him to touch, but just as the kids hand get near the belt Jordan pulls it away and walks off laughing. He climbs into the ring and hands his title belt to the referee, and right away he goes after Fraggle as his music stops. They lock up in the center of the ring, but Jordan uses his power advantage to shove Fraggle backward. Fraggle stumbles back into the corner and crashes into the turnbuckle, and Jordan runs in afterward with a closeline. But at the last second Fraggle jumps out of the way and Jordan comes up empty. Fraggle grabs Jordan from behind and spins him around, then starts to light him up with rights and lefts. Jordan fires back with a punch of his own, but Fraggle ducks it and catches him with a knee in the midsection to send him down to one knee. Fraggle then bounces off the ropes and comes running back to grab Jordan and drive him headfirst into the mat with a tornado DDT.
Torres: David Fraggle is looking pretty impressive so far here tonight!
Gould: Well he’s a grizzled NAW veteran, and he can grapple with the belt of them.
Fraggle peppers Jordan with stomps and kicks as he tries to get to his feet, then he bounces off the ropes again and comes back with a running dropkick to send Jordan back down to the mat again. Fraggle quickly hops to the second turnbuckle and as Jordan gets to his hands and knees he leaps off and nails him in the middle of the back with an elbow drop. Fraggle rolls Jordan over and attempts the cover
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Jordan sends Fraggle flying across the ring with the force of the kick out, and Fraggle scrambles to his feet. He lifts Jordan up and attempts an irish whip, but Jordan plants his foot and reverses it into a short arm closeline. Jordan recovers a bit, then he grabs Fraggle as he’s getting up and plants him with a half nelson slam. Jordan looks down at Fraggle on the mat with an angry look on his face.
Torres: Yeah well now we’ll see how good Fraggle really is.
Jordan lifts Fraggle to his feet and tosses him into the ropes with an irish whip, then catches him with a crushing spinning spinebuster on the rebound. He pulls Fraggle to his feet again and lifts him into the air into a vertical suplex position, holding it for a few seconds, then he falls backward and Fraggle crashes to the mat. Fraggle rolls around on the mat holding his back, and Jordan waits for him to get back up. Fraggle staggers up to his feet and Jordan levels him with a spear and drops down for the cover.
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Jordan scrambles to his feet, looking a little pissed that Fraggle kicked out, then he unloads on Fraggle with punches and kicks. Fraggle uses the ropes to pull himself up, and Jordan grabs him and flings him into the center of the ring with another suplex. Jordan then climbs to the second turnbuckle and leaps off for an elbow drop, but at the last second Fraggle rolls out of the way and Jordan comes up empty and hits the mat. Fraggle quickly crawls over and makes the cover.
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Gould: David Fraggle was trying to take advantage of the missed elbow drop by the NAW Champion, and he almost got the three count.
Torres: Well they don’t call them high risk moves for nothing Gould.
Jordan slowly gets to his feet, and Fraggle runs in and plants him face first on the mat with a bulldog. Fraggle then lifts Jordan back up to his feet, and attempts a Fraggle Cutter, but out of nowhere Jordan breaks free and drops Fraggle with his Benediction signature swinging neckbreaker.
Torres: The Benediction!
Gould: If Jordan can cover him it might be all over!
Jordan stays down for a bit, then he slowly crawls over and covers Fraggle. The ref makes the count.
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Gould: No, he kicked out! David Fraggle’s not done yet!
Jordan sits up and looks at the referee in disbelief as he holds up two fingers in front of his face. Jordan then shakes his head in disgust and turns his attention back to Fraggle, who’s still laid out on the mat. Jordan lifts him to his feet and starts to lock him in his Redline submission finisher, but Fraggle squirms out of it slips around behind Jordan. Jordan spins around but Fraggle meets him with a kick to the gut, followed by a Fraggle Cutter! Fraggle drops down and the ref makes the cover.
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Gould: Wow, what a desperation move by Jordan Keyser! I guess that’s why he’s the NAW Champion… because he’s a survivor!
Torres: Yeah and speaking of survivors, how is Fraggle not being pummeled by the rest of the Public Enemies right now?
Gould: Good question, you know they gotta be lurking around here somewhere.
Fraggle lifts Jordan back to his feet but Jordan manages to rake Fraggle’s eyes to break free of his grasp and then dives at him to take him down with a diving closeline. Jordan takes a few moments to recover a bit, then he picks Fraggle up but Fraggle hits him with a throat chop to send him staggering backwards. Fraggle then tries for a standing dropkick but Jordan moves out of the way and Fraggle gets the referee instead.
Gould: Uh oh, David Fraggle just inadvertently dropkicked the ref!
Torres: Well you know what that means, no ref…no rules!
Fraggle checks on the fallen ref, then turns back around to get leveled again by Jordan with a shoulder charge. Jordan lifts Fraggle up and tosses him out of the ring, then climbs out after him. He lifts Fraggle back up and whips him into the steel ring steps and Fraggle goes tumbling over the steps and to the floor on the opposite side. Jordan walks around and grabs Fraggle by the throat as he’s getting up but Fraggle hits him with a low blow to break free.
Gould: Ouch!
Torres: Yeah right in the family jewels. I felt that all the way over here.
Fraggle catches his breath a bit and pulls Jordan back to his feet. He lines him up to ram his head into the barricade, but Jordan reaches out and snatches a fan’s drink and tosses it in Fraggle’s face to blind him. Fraggle stumbles backward a few steps holding his eyes and Jordan runs up and drops him with a closeline.
Torres: Like I said Gould, this guy knows how to survive!
Jordan takes a few moments to recover from the low blow, then he rolls Fraggle back into the ring where the referee is slowly making his way to his feet. Suddenly the fans get excited as somebody comes running out from the back. It’s Trent Brown!
Gould: Oh boy, here comes the number one contender Trent Brown! And he looks like he’s recovered!
Torres: Turn around Jordan!
Trent makes his way to ringside and over to the timekeeper’s table behind Jordan to pick up the NAW Championship belt. He stares at it for a moment with a smile on his face, but then he folds it up and as Jordan turns to face him he cracks him in the face with it. Jordan hits the floor again and Trent picks him up and rolls him into the ring. Fraggle, who is recovered now, is waiting in the wings and he picks Jordan up and plants him face first with a Fraggle Cutter. The referee now notices Trent on the outside and yells at him to leave, but Fraggle yells at the ref to make the count as he covers Jordan.
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Torres: No!
Gould: I can’t believe it! David Fraggle has pinned the NAW Champion!!
The announcer hits the ring as the referee raises David Fraggle hand in victory.
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman…here is your winner….David Fraggle!!
Fraggle exits the ring as his music plays, and he makes his way to the back celebrating as Trent climbs back inside the ring with the NAW title belt in one hand and a microphone in the other.
Gould: What an upset, David Fraggle leaving with the win here tonight and now it looks like the number one contender isn’t quite finished yet.
Torres: Yeah, but how did this happen Gould? Where in the hell are the rest of the Public Enemies?
Trent walks up to Jordan and stares down at him as Fraggle’s music stops playing. He looks once more at the title belt in his hand and as Jordan starts to slowly shake the cobwebs out of his head he realizes what’s happening and rolls back up to a sitting position. He looks around, trying to spot one of his allies nearby and Trent starts laughing.
Trent: Oh…you looking for somebody? Sorry champ, the match is over and nobody has come out here to help you.
Torres: What’s he talking about Gould? What’s he done with the Enemies?!
Gould: Your guess is as good as mine.
Trent: The Public Enemies have proven that you are well capable of playing the numbers game, and I have to admit that you’re pretty good at it. But you see champ…I’m pretty good with numbers too, and I know that one chain, plus one padlock, plus one set of double doors equals four jackasses locked in a dressing room.
The big screen lights up and a set doors leading to the Public Enemies’ dressing room is seen chain together by the handles. The door is bouncing back and forth and all kinds of yelling can be heard coming from the other side.
Trent: So do the math champ, because at Holiday Fear I’ll be coming to take this title belt again…and this time I won’t be giving it back!
Trent tosses the NAW title belt down onto the mat next to Jordan, who is still recovering from his match. He sits up and grabs his title belt, glaring at Trent Brown who is shown backpedaling up the entrance ramp smiling back down at the ring as the show come to an end.
Eric Lee vs Jason Price
The pre-show match was the epitome of lopsided. Price had the absolute advantage from start to finish. It started with Eric Lee coming out of his corner pretty strong, and standing his ground for about a minute. He got a few good right hands in on Price before Price got right down to business and hit him hard with a hook that sent him back into the corner. He charges and hits Lee with a running Dropkick.
He pulls Lee to the center of the ring and lands a Vertical Suplex, covering and picking up a one count. He gets right back to it though, kneeling over the downed Lee and hitting him hard in the jaw with some rights until he decides to pull him into the corner. He leans him against the turnbuckle and hits him with a few stomps to the chest before Lee falls to a sitting position, and he backs up. He smiles and nods to the cheering crowd as he runs and hits a low dropkick to Lee's face, and the man has busted his lip! Price grabs Lee and puts his head between his legs, lifting him up onto his shoulders, and he runs across the ring, slamming Lee into the mat with the Powerbomb that he calls the Enforcer! He covers Lee, hooking the leg, and picks up the three count, making a huge splash in his NAW pre-show match and debut.
Alex Jones vs Mr. Xtra
Alex Jones made this match look like the simplest of things, taking his opposition out wit the greatest of ease. the match started off quickly with AJ quickly making Mr. Xtra look like a rag doll in the ring with a lot of quick strikes, a series of strikes which ends in a Hurricanrana from out of nowhere, and he gets a one count out of it. He picks Xtra up and whips him into the corner, running and connecting with an Enziguiri, or as he refers to it, his "AJ-Guri," much to the crowd's love. He pulls Xtra to the center of the ring, covering again, but still not quite getting a two count.
Xtra starts fighting back, taking swings at Jones like a wild man, but Jones is able to bob and weave and duck away from stuff for the most part, only being hit by a stray shot. He kicks Xtra in the ribs then runs to the ropes. He comes to Xtra, looking for a clothesline, but Xtra ducks. Jones is able to stop himself and when Xtra turns around, he is met with a Pele Kick to the chin that looks like it has him knocked totally unconscious. After a few seconds though, Xtra slowly gets up. Jones is waiting for him and charges, hitting him with his Neckbreaker finisher, the Endgame, and picks up the win after a successful pin attempt!
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We open the actual show with your video package that we've grown familiar with, but with some edits made to accomodate for recent changes. Gunner Hughes hitting an opponent with the Buckshot, Jordan Keyser executing Thad Jefferson, Trent and Katherine on the stage together, another shot of Trent, in the ring pounding his chest, Ken Davison on his way down the ramp, Black Friar on the stage, his mask glowing in this package. As this comes to the arena, the crowd is on fire as the pyrotechnic display goes off. We cut around the arena to several signs that fans have brought in, and then we go to the commentary table as the pyros stop exploding.
Gould:Welcome ladies and gentlemen to the last Meltdown of 2013! We've got an awesome show for you tonight, and boy are we ready for next year to come. It's gonna be bigger and better!
Torres: This show is gonna blow the roof off the place tonight, Gould, it's gonna be one hell of a show, and I can't wait to see how it all plays out!
As the music fades out and the lights come back to normal, ally eyes on are on Kelly Parker, who is in the ring right now. The opening riff of "Fight" by The Dirty Youth begins to play, and after just a few seconds, Aquila Vox appears on the stage from behind the curtain.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall....introducing first, already in the ring, Kelly Parker!
Vox smiles and pounds a fist into each palm before bouncing on the balls of her feet before she quickly heads down the ramp. She occasionally starts shadow boxing every so often on her way down, and the crowd kinda eats it up a bit. She looks into the ring at Kelly Parker who looks back at her for a few seconds.
Rebecca: And her opponent...from Rochester, New York... The Night Hawk... AQUILA VOX!
Aquila smiles as she slides into the ring under the ropes and skips happily to one corner, where she lifts a leg onto the top turnbuckle and stretches a second, then lifts herself up and sits atop the post, holding her arms up and trying to amp up the crowd. It doesn't do a terrible job, they pick up a little bit as she cues them on, and she hops down and stares across the ring at Parker. The bell rings, and the two women circle the ring. Aquila runs at Kelly, who looks for a Clothesline, but Vox ducks and runs to the ropes and bounds off, coming back and hitting Kelly with a Cross Body. She gets up and pulls Kelly to her feet, immediately throws a few kicks to Kelly's ribs. Kelly catches her leg and Vox hops on one foot for a second before kicking Kelly right in the head with an Enziguiri, and she covers Kelly.
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Gould: Aquila Vox is looking pretty great in her debut tonight.
Torres: Tough little chick here, I'm interested to see how she turns out for us.
Aquila grabs Kelly by the hair and whips her into the corner, running to the corner and sending Kelly across the ring with a Monkey Flip. She gets to her feet and walks over to Kelly, grabbing her by the hair again, and pulls her to her feet. She smiles for a second before planting Kelly with a DDT, and she covers her again, this time she hooks a leg.
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A shoulder up by Kelly just in time. Aquila looks frustrated somewhat, and grabs Kelly by the hair and slams her head into the mat a couple times before getting to her feet and walking around the ring, the crowd cheering her on louder now than before.
Gould: Wow, she's really putting it to Kelly Parker, isn't she?
Torres: She's clearly got something to prove...and there it is! The Vox Populi!
After slamming Kelly to the mat, Vox covers her once again.
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Rebecca: And the winner.... AQUILA VOX!
The crowd cheers as Vox gets to her feet, Mark Lansing holding her arm in the air, as she smirks, her head bobbing to her music as she gets out of the ring and heads up the ramp slowly.
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We come back from commercial and the crowd is stoked for whatever may come next.
Rebecca Martin:"Ladies and Gentlemen, this match is set for one fall, first coming down to the right at a combine weight of 635 pounds they are "The Texas Terror"Chris Cooper and "The Chi-Town Terror"JackHammer....Devastation Inc.!!!!"
Masters of the World by Sabaton plays on the PA as pyros shoot off as Angel Black and Shannon come through the curtain then JackHammer and Chris Cooper come through the curtain. Goliath comes through the curtain as Angel and Shannon head down the ramp. JackHammer and Chris Cooper head down the ramp followed by Goliath. Angel and Shannon head for the corner as JackHammer steps over the top rope entering the ring. Cooper slides into the ring behind JackHammer. The ringposts explode with blue fire. JackHammer takes off his bandana and duster then raises his left fist sending flame pyros off the ring posts. JackHammer and Chris Cooper give each other a high fist and wait for the match to start.
Rebecca Martin:"And thier oppoents, Diego Martinez & Marco Uribe....The Latin Kings!!!!"
The lights black out, and the voice over can be heard "Who you tryna' get crazy with, esé, don't you know I'm loco?" The lights flash back on, a gold tint to them as they flash with the beat of the music. After a few seconds, Diego & Marco appear on the stage. They stare at the crowd in disgust as they garner a huge amount of boos from the crowd. They go to the ring, shaking their heads and slide in, and pose on either turnbuckle, only to receive more boos. JackHammer and Diego Martinez lock up in the center of the ring. JackHammer quickly delivers a swift kick to the gut of Diego Martinez, doubling Diego Martinez over. JackHammer then grabs the back of Diego Martinez’s head and delivers a swift knee strike to the face of Diego Martinez, causing Diego Martinez to launch backwards onto the canvas
Malcolm Gould - What a knee strike!
Jim Torres- Diego Martinez is in serious trouble right now already!
JackHammer leans down and drags Diego Martinez up to his feet. JackHammer Irish whips Diego Martinez to the ring ropes. Diego Martinez hits the ring ropes and comes running back at JackHammer. At the last second, JackHammer reaches out and delivers a massive clothesline to Diego Martinez, sending Diego Martinez crashing down to the canvas. JackHammer then balls his right hand up into a fist, kisses his knuckles, then leaps into the air. JackHammer comes crashing down, driving his fist into Diego Martinez’s throat
Malcolm Gould- What a fist drop!
Jim Torres- Diego is in a bad bad way here
JackHammer quickly grabs Diego Martinez’s legs and attempts to pin Diego Martinez. The ref drops down and begins to count
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Malcolm Gould- Only two!
Jim Torres- I don’t know how much more punishment Diego Martinez can take though
JackHammer shrugs as he pulls himself up to his feet. JackHammer leans down and drags Diego Martinez up to his feet. JackHammer then Irish whips Diego Martinez over to the turnbuckle. Diego Martinez smashes spine first into the turnbuckle. JackHammer then walks over to Diego Martinez and picks Diego Martinez up. JackHammer flips Diego Martinez upside down, so that Diego Martinez’s back is still facing the turnbuckle but Diego Martinez’s head is touching the canvas. JackHammer then ties Diego Martinez’s legs up in the Tree of Woe position. JackHammer then climbs up and puts his boot in between Diego Martinez’s legs and begins to brush his shoulders off as the crowd boo’s loudly and the ref begins to count
Malcolm Gould- Oh come on!
Jim Torres- JackHammer is just toying with Diego now!
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Malcolm Gould- Chris Cooper is in!
Jim Torres- And he’s making a beeline straight for Diego!
Chris Cooper immediately runs over to Diego Martinez and quickly drops down, driving his elbow into Diego Martinez’s kidneys, Chris Cooper quickly stands up and then drops down, driving his elbow into Diego Martinez’s kidneys a second time. Chris Cooper then stands up and walks over to Diego Martinez’s legs. Chris Cooper then leans down and grabs Diego Martinez’s legs. Chris Cooper then locks in a Sharpshooter
Malcolm Gould- Sharpshooter applied
Jim Torres- Diego Martinez looks like he’s in a world of pain!
Diego Martinez screams out in pain as Chris Cooper continues to pull backwards, applying pressure to Diego Martinez’s legs and lower back. Chris Cooper cranks up the pressure on the Sharpshooter as the ref drops down and asks Diego Martinez if he wants to quit.
Malcolm Gould- The ref checking to see if Diego wants to give it up
Jim Torres- Diego Martinez looks like he is dedicated though!
Diego Martinez slowly pushes himself up, pain etched deeply into his features. Diego Martinez slowly begins to crawl over to where Marco Uribe is hoping back and forth, the tag rope clutched tightly in his hands
Malcolm Gould- Marco Uribe is dying to get into this match up
Jim Torres- This match has been all JackHammer and Chris Cooper thus far, Diego desperately needs to make a tag!
Diego Martinez slowly begins to pull himself over towards his corner, each time he crawls forward Chris Cooper locks in the Sharpshooter a little bit tighter. Diego Martinez slowly reaches out, his fingers just inches away from tagging in Marco Uribe….
Malcolm Gould- Diego is gonna do it!
Chris Cooper suddenly lunges forward, dragging Diego Martinez further away from the Latin King corner and back into the middle of the ring
Jim Torres- Nope!
Chris Cooper releases the Sharpshooter submission hold and turns around and begins to stomp down on the exposed back of Diego Martinez. Chris Cooper leans down and drags Diego Martinez up to his feet. Chris Cooper then spins Diego Martinez around so Diego Martinez’s back is facing Chris Cooper. Chris Cooper then wraps his arms around Diego Martinez’s waist and lifts Diego Martinez up before drilling Diego Martinez with a German Suplex
Malcolm Gould- Huge German Suplex!
Jim Torres- Diego Martinez is down and out big time!
A confident smile appears on Chris Cooper’s face as he looks over at Marco Uribe. Chris Cooper flips Marco Uribe off, causing Marco Uribe to try and enter the ring. The ref immediately runs over and tries to stop Marco Uribe from entering the ring
Malcolm Gould- Look at this!
Jim Torres- Chris Cooper managing to keep the tide in he and JackHammer’s favor!
Chris Cooper turns and waves at JackHammer, who immediately ducks into the ring. Chris Cooper leans down and drags Diego Martinez up to his feet. Chris Cooper then Irish whips Diego Martinez Diego Martinez to the ropes on the far side of the ring. Diego Martinez hits the ropes and comes running back at JackHammer and Chris Cooper. JackHammer and Chris Cooper both lean down, looking to connect a double back body drop. At the last second however, Diego Martinez manages to stop himself just short and Diego Martinez reaches out hooks both Chris Cooper’s and JackHammer’s heads. Diego Martinez then falls backwards, drilling both JackHammer and Chris Cooper with a dual DDT
Malcolm Gould- Diego Martinez FINALLY showing a bit of life!
Jim Torres- Diego Martinez NEEDS to get Marco Uribe into this match ASAP!
Marco Uribe immediately ducks outside of the ring and begins hopping up and down, the tag rope clutched tightly in his hand. Diego Martinez slowly begins to drag himself over to the Latin King corner, pain etched deeply into his features. Chris Cooper begins to get up to his feet and begins to try and stop Diego Martinez, but, at the last second, Diego Martinez dives and manages to slap the outstretched hand of Marco Uribe who vaults over the ropes
Malcolm Gould- YES!
Jim Torres- Marco Uribe IS IN! Marco Uribe IS ON THE LOOSE!
Chris Cooper manages to get to his feet, but is immediately driven down to the canvas by Marco Uribe, who connects a vicious spear
Malcolm Gould- Hard Impact for Chris Cooper!
Jim Torres- Look out! Marco Uribe is on a Rampage!
JackHammer also manages to get to his feet at the same time as Marco Uribe. Marco Uribe immediately sprints at JackHammer, who turns around and is driven down to the canvas by yet another Marco Uribe spear. JackHammer rolls out of the ring underneath the bottom rope, holding his stomach in pain
Malcolm Gould- And a spear for JackHammer!
Jim Torres- Marco Uribe is spearing anything that moves!
Marco Uribe leaps to his feet and throws his arms out to either side, letting out a massive roar. The audience explodes into applause
Malcolm Gould- Marco Uribe is feeding off of this crowd!
Jim Torres- Marco Uribe is on the freaking warpath right now!
Marco Uribe leans down and drags Chris Cooper up to his feet. Marco Uribe Irish whips Chris Cooper to the ring ropes. Chris Cooper hits the ropes on the other side of the ring and comes running back towards Marco Uribe. Marco Uribe reaches out at the last second and lifts Chris Cooper up. Marco Uribe leaps into the air, spins 180 degrees, and drives Chris Cooper down to the canvas with a double edged spinebuster
Malcolm Gould- Marco Uribe almost drove Chris Cooper THROUGH the ring with that double edged spinebuster!
Jim Torres- Yup! Good thing these rings are designed to hold the weight of four Death-Angels!
Marco Uribe gets to his feet and looks over at JackHammer, who is just starting to pull himself up onto the ring apron. Marco Uribe looks directly at JackHammer and screams something before turning his attention back to Chris Cooper
Malcolm Gould- What did Marco Uribe just scream?
Jim Torres- I think he said “watch this”
Marco Uribe leans down and drags Chris Cooper up to his feet. Marco Uribe kicks Chris Cooper in the stomach, doubling Chris Cooper over. Marco Uribe then leans down and lifts Chris Cooper up in the military press position
Malcolm Gould- Look at the strength of Marco Uribe!
Jim Torres- Does Marco Uribe know what he’s doing?
Malcolm Gould- What do you mean?
Jim Torres- We’ve seen this move before…
Marco Uribe allows Chris Cooper to drop down onto his shoulder, setting Chris Cooper up in the powerslam position. Marco Uribe then drives Chris Cooper down to the canvas with a military press into a powerslam
Malcolm Gould- Incredible move!
Jim Torres- Yeah it was!
Marco Uribe drops down and hooks Chris Cooper’s legs as the ref begins to count
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Malcolm Gould- JackHammer there to break up the pin
Jim Torres- I wonder if Cooper would’ve kicked out under his own power
JackHammer turns and walks back to his corner. Chris Cooper and Marco Uribe slowly begin to get to their feet. Once both men have achieved a vertical base, Marco Uribe and Chris Cooper lock up in the center of the ring. Chris Cooper manages to lock in a side headlock on Marco Uribe. Marco Uribe, however, manages to shoot Chris Cooper off towards the ropes. Chris Cooper hits the ropes on the far side of the ring and comes running back towards Marco Uribe. As soon as he gets close enough, Chris Cooper reaches out and hooks his arms underneath Marco Uribe’s armpits. Chris Cooper then executes a dropstep and delivers a belly to belly suplex on Marco Uribe
Malcolm Gould- This could be the opening that Chris Cooper needs!
Jim Torres- Let’s see if he can capitalize!
Chris Cooper manages to crawl over to JackHammer. Chris Cooper reaches out and tags in JackHammer. JackHammer ducks into the ring and runs over to Marco Uribe. JackHammer begins stomping down on Marco Uribe
Malcolm Gould- JackHammer putting the boots to Marco Uribe
Jim Torres- JackHammer is clearly trying to soften Marco Uribe up!
JackHammer leans down and drags Marco Uribe up to his feet. JackHammer begins to deliver right and lefts, landing body blows and jabs, causing Marco Uribe to stumble backwards until he backs right into his own corner turnbuckle. Marco Uribe suddenly reaches out and grabs JackHammer by the throat
Malcolm Gould- Uh oh…
Jim Torres- Tongan Death Grip!
Marco Uribe cocks back and delivers a big time right to JackHammer, who tries to stumble backwards but can’t. Marco Uribe reaches out and grabs JackHammer with his other hand. Marco Uribe then manages to walk out of the corner turnbuckle a few steps before grabbing JackHammer and throwing JackHammer into the corner. Marco Uribe then begins pelting JackHammer with rights and lefts. Marco Uribe notices Diego Martinez, who is standing on the outside of the ring. Marco Uribe reaches over and tags Diego Martinez in
Malcolm Gould- Diego Martinez is in!
Jim Torres- This didn’t go so well last time…
Marco Uribe turns around…just in time to see Chris Cooper come running full speed at Marco Uribe, Chris Cooper clotheslines Marco Uribe over the top rope, sending both men toppling outside of the ring
Malcolm Gould- Chris Cooper manages to surprise Marco Uribe with that clothesline!
Jim Torres- But look in the ring!
Diego Martinez, who was distracted by Chris Cooper clotheslining Marco Uribe over the top rope, has his back turned and doesn’t see JackHammer, who has managed to get to his feet. JackHammer nods his head a few times as he pumps his arms up and down. JackHammer waits until Diego Martinez turns around before sprinting towards Diego Martinez. As soon as he gets close enough, JackHammer leaps into the air and connects a flying knee
Malcolm Gould- That had to hurt!
Jim Torres- Chris Cooper just laid Diego Martinez OUT!
JackHammer picks up Diego Martinez and then puts him onto his shoulders as Chris Cooper climbs to the top rope. Cooper gets standing and jumps off, sending Diego to the mat with a Clothesline to finish the Complete Devastation!
Gould: There's the cover...1! 2! 3!
Devastation Inc. get to their feet and hold their arms high as their music plays and the Latin Kings roll out of the ring and lay on the floor outside, both of them laid out.
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When we come back from commercial, Godly Ken is making his way to the ring, and Black Friar is already in the ring. Ken slides into the ring and gets to his feet, and his music cuts out. He stands in his corner and the bell rings, both men moving to the center of the ring. They lock up, and Ken gets a quick advantage, pushing Friar to the corner. He holds him there for a second before stomping at the Friar's chest a few times, then he whips Friar to the other corner. He charges and heads for Friar in the corner, and Friar is able to get himself hoisted onto the top, Ken looking to spear him and hitting the ring post instead of Friar, and Friar rolls down in a forward roll, connecting a Sunset Flip and looking for a pin.
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Gould: Both of these men are looking for a big win.
Torres: It's all about momentum, Gould. They both need a big win going into Holiday Fear.
Both guys circle the ring a bit more, and Friar runs and spears Ken, taking him down and lays into him with a few right hands. Ken comes back and is able to hold an arm up to block a few of the shots, and is finally able to shove Friar off of him. He gets up and Friar comes at him, but Ken sidesteps and locks in an armbar, taking Friar down and wrenching his arm back, causing Friar to squirm around, trying to get out of the hold. He is able to slip out at some point, and rolls out of the ring for a second. Ken runs and dives over the top rope, taking Friar off of his feet and the crowd pops. Ken gets up and rolls Friar into the ring, sliding in after. They get up and Ken hits Friar with a few rights, but Friar catches one and shoves Friar back. He goes to kick Ken, but Ken catches the leg. Friar hops on one foot a few times before connecting with a vicious Enziguiri!
Gould: I think he might have knocked Ken out!
As Ken slowly gets to his feet, Friar hits him with his Double Knee Facebuster, Original Sin! He finishes things up with Final Judgment!
Torres: Nope, but I think that may have knocked him out. And 1! 2! 3! Friar wins it.
As Black Friar gets his hand raised in victory, his celebration is cut short as "Badass" by Saliva blasts through the curtain. Mac Bane charges to the ring from backstage, microphone in hand. He shoves Black Friar to the side as though he isn't even there and gets right in "Godly" Ken Davison.
Mac Bane: "Who the hell do you think you are?"
"Godly" Ken Davison: "You know who the hell I am."
Mac Bane: "Bull. The "Godly" Ken I knew wouldn't have rolled over for this piece of crap. The "Godly" Ken Davison I knew was a man who told me he was going to put my ass through a flaming table then actually went out and did it. Where is he? Because I'll tell you that he's not standing in front of me."
Black Friar starts to walk over when Bane turns and puts his hand out, cutting Friar off.
Mac Bane: "This doesn't concern you. But if you want to start something, you can be damned sure I'll finish it."
Bane turns back to Davison.
Mac Bane: "You know what happened to you, boy? You went soft. You used to have a reputation. You used to have a legacy. Now, you are nothing more than a punchline. The man I once knew used to dominate in the ring like I dominate in the boardroom. The man I knew wouldn't take this crap. The man I knew would have done something about it."
"Godly" Ken Davison: "Listen... Mac..."
Before Davison can finish his sentence, Bane hits him in the face with a slap that echoes through out the arena.
Mac Bane: "Come on! Prove to me you're the man you once were."
Davison steps forward, getting right in Mac's face.
"Godly" Ken Davison: You ever do anything like that again I'll..."
Mac Bane: "You'll what?"
Davison turns around and cold cocks Black Friar in the temple with a spinning elbow. Before Friar can catch his bearings Bane has joined in the assault, flipping the Friar over with a snap mare. Davison immediately jumps over the Friar, connecting with a Jumping Neck Snap and Bane follows that up with a vicious kick to the spine and Friar's body involuntarily falls backwards. The two men continue to put the boots to Friar as Jordan Keyser is now seen standing at the entrance way watching the beat down. Bane and Davison finally stop and both men look up at Keyser who simply nods before walking backstage.
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When we get back from another commercial, Assassin is already in the ring. "Badass" by Saliva hits, and Mac Bane appears on the stage. He starts his charge down the ramp, totally blowing off the fans who reach their hands out.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall, already in the ring is Assassin! And his opponent.... Mac Bane!
Mac is already in the ring now and waiting for the match to start. The music fades and the bell rings. Assassin charges, and Mac sidesteps, throwing him into the corner, and he hits his shoulder on the post. Bane pulls him out of the corner and hits him with some rights before whipping him into the ropes. He plants him with a high knee, then covers.
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Gould: Not quite enough to get Assassin out yet.
Bane pulls Assassin to his feet, connecting with a Vertical Suplex, but he holds onto Assassin, picking him up and connecting for two more consecutive Suplexes. He picks Assassin up again, whipping him into the corner. He hits him with a corner splash, and when Assassin stumbles out of the corner, he connects with a powerslam! He covers again, but Assassin kicks out just in time. He whips Assassin into the ropes, and assassin comes back, and Mac Bane hits him with a rotating Spinebuster! He picks Assassin up and hits him with BUA, and covers, getting the victory!
Rebecca: And your winner... mac Bane!
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Announcer: Ladies and gentlemen…this next match is scheduled for one fall!
“A Warriors Call” By Volbeat starts to play, and Trent brown appears on the ramp accompanied by his wife Kat.
Announcer: Introducing first…from Dublin, Ireland…weighing 267 pounds….Trent Brown!!
The fans give a mixed reaction as Trent looks down the ramp to the ring, ignoring the fans jeers and boos. The couple walk down to the ring and Trent climbs in to await his opponent. His music then comes to a stop and a shotgun blast is heard through the PA system. “Dead Man Walking” by Bloodsimple then begins to play.
Announcer: And his opponent…from Portland, Oregon…weighing 274 pounds…he is the NAW Horizon Champion…Gunner Hughes!!
After a few moments, Gunner Hughes slowly comes walking out from the back, raising an arm in the air at the top of the ramp as he stares into the booing crowd With Tyson Phoenix standing behind him. He stomps down the ramp and towards the ring, then he climbs through the ropes and walks to the center of the ring, raising his arm in the air once more before his music comes to a stop. He looks across the ring at Trent with a mean looking glare, and the referee takes his title belt from his as the bell sounds to start the match. The two square off and eventually start to trade punches, and it’s Gunner who gets the upper hand. He works Trent backward towards the ropes, but Trent then comes back and fires off with a series of roundhouses to stagger Gunner. Trent grabs Gunner’s arm and attempts to irish whip him into the opposite corner, but Gunner plants his foot and doesn’t budge. He then yanks Trent towards him and floors him with a standing closeline.
Torres: Well that backfired on Trent didn’t it?
Gunner stomps on Trent as he tries to get to his feet, then he pulls him to the center of the ring and lands a belly to belly suplex. Trent crashes to the mat and Gunner stays on him with more stomps. Trent crawls to the edge of the ring and uses the ropes to get to his feet, and Gunner grans him and tosses him back into the center of the ring again with a bodyslam. He then starts to lift Trent back to his feet again, but Trent delivers a couple of shots to the midsection and Gunner keels over. Trent recovers and follows it up with a knee to the face and Gunner falls to the mat. Trent catches his breath a bit, then he runs to the ropes and comes back with a jumping elbow drop across Gunner’s chest. Gunner rolls around on the mat holding his chest, and Trent then climbs to the top turnbuckle.
Torres: What’s Trent doing up there?
Gould: Looks like he’s taking this fight to the skies…the one place he most definitely has the advantage over Gunner Hughes.
Gunner makes it to his feet and doesn’t see Trent, and just as he turns to face the corner Trent leaps off and hits him square in the face with a missile dropkick to send him back down to the mat. Trent crawls over to make the cover.
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Trent lifts Gunner to his feet and irish whips him to the ropes and jumps at him with a flying forearm but Gunner ducks it and bounces off the opposite rope and comes back with a shoulder block as Trent is getting up. Gunner grabs Trent by the leg and locks in a single leg crap, and the ref checks for the submission.
Gould: Gunner with the submission hold, we haven’t seen this from the big man in quite a while.
Torres: Well quite a while or not, he’s bending Trent in half!
Trent screams in pain as Gunner applies more pressure, and the ref is asking him if he wants to quit. Trent desperately tries to reach the ropes and manages to snag the bottom rope with his hand and the ref calls for Gunner to break the hold. Gunner reluctantly lets go of the hold and is yelled at by the ref a little for holding it a bit too long. Gunner grabs rent as he’s getting back up and whips him to the ropes, then catches him on the return with a spinebuster and plants him hard on the mat. Gunner with the cover.
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Gunner sits up and holds three fingers up to the ref, but the ref shakes his head as he holds up only two.
A frustrated Gunner then lifts Trent back to his feet once more and slams him to the mat with a sidewalk slam, then he again tries for the cover.
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Gunner glares at the ref who is holding up two fingers again, then he gets up and lifts Trent to his feet one more time. But out of nowhere Trent breaks free and nails Gunner with a chop to the throat to send the big man stumbling backward. He shakes it off and runs at Trent, but at the last moment Trent ducks nails him with a spear to send him to the mat.
Gould: Nice counter by Trent Brown!
Trent quickly crawls attempts a cover
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Trent gets up and catches his breath as Gunner also slowly gets back to his feet. Trent runs up and grabs Gunner by his head, then swings around to hit a tornado DDT. Again Trent waits for Gunner to make it back up, then he nails him with a few stiff roundhouse punches and finishes with another DDT. Trent then begins to lock in a figure four, but before he can fully lock in the hol, Gunner reaches up and grabs him by his head and rolls him up into a pin. The ref drops to the mat and makes the count
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Torres: And now a nice reversal by Gunner!
Gould: Yeah he almost stole the win right there.
Both men scramble to their feet, and just as they are about to lock up Trent slips around behind Gunner and nails him behind the knee with a kick to drop Gunner to one knee. Trent then grabs him by the head and drives him face first into the mat with a facebuster. Trent waits as Gunner slowly gets back up, then he lifts him up and slams him to the mat with his Raw Power signature slam.
Torres: Oh, this could be bad for Gunner!
Trent crawls over and covers Gunner
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Gould: Wow, what resolve from the Horizon Champ! Not too many superstars could have kicked out after suffering a devastating slam like that.
Torres: Yeah, that just goes to show you how extreme some of these NAW newcomers are.
Trent gets back to his feet and stalks Gunner as he also slowly gets up. Trent bounces off the ropes and comes running at Gunner with his arms outstretched for his Brute Force signature closeline, but Gunner ducks it and Trent runs past him. Trent rebounds off of the opposite side and comes running back and Gunner turns just in time to meet Trent with a back body drop. Trent flips into the air and crashes to the mat, rolling out of the ring and falling to the outside floor afterward from the momentum.
Gould: Wow, what a showing of raw power by Gunner Hughes! I don’t think there’s a single superstar on the NAW roster who can even come close to matching strength with him.
Torres: Well for once I have to agree with you Gould. Gunner is a beast, that’s for sure. But the question is…can that strength win him this match right here? And even more importantly even if it does…will it be enough for him to retain his title against David Fraggle at Holiday Fear?
Trent is slowly getting to his feet on the outside the ring and Gunner keeps the referee busy while Tyson walks over and cracks him in the back of the head with a stiff kick. He then grabs Trent and is about to roll him back into the ring, but suddenly Kat appears out of nowhere and grabs Tyson by his shoulder to spin him around and stop him. Tyson sees Kat standing behind him and he gets a cocky smile on his face as he starts to taunt her and walk towards her.
Tyson: Really? And what are you going to do sweetheart? Bake me a cake? Give me a kiss?
Tyson continues to laugh, but unbeknownst to him Trent has recovered behind him. He spins Tyson around and cracks him in the jaw with a stiff uppercut, which sends Tyson stumbling backwards towards Kat who also spins him around and greets him with her Deadly Kiss signature kick. Tyson hits the floor and rolls around holding his jaw while Trent laughs at him and starts to climb back onto the apron.
Gould: What a kick!
Torres: It sure was, and I’ll bet that wasn’t the type of kiss that Tyson was hoping for either!
Meanwhile, Gunner charges at Trent as he gets on the apron and nails him with a forearm to send him flying off the apron and into Kat, taking her out in the process and sending both of them to the floor. Trent crawls over and checks on Kat for a bit as the referee looks onward from inside the ring. Gunner also watches with a smile on his face. Suddenly, the fans all begin to get excited as somebody comes walking out from the back.
Torres: Hey, it’s David Fraggle. What’s he doing out here?
Fraggle heads towards ringside and right away Gunner notices the reaction from the fans. He looks around and eventually turns to spot Fraggle, and then walks over to the ropes to meet him as he gets to ringside, jawing the entire way. He points down to the man who he’ll be facing at Holiday Fear and challenges him to get inside the ring.
Gould: These two have a lot of history between them, they might not be able to wait until Holiday Fear!
Torres: I think your right Gould, Fraggle looks like he’s going after the champ!”
Fraggle gets up on the apron and Gunner quickly grabs him by the throat. Suddenly, Fraggle spits a mouthful of green mist into Gunner’s face and Gunner releases his grip and stumbles backward, holding his eyes as he struggles to see. Just as the referee turns his attention back to the match, Fraggle hops back down to the floor, laughing as he admires his handiwork. Trent climbs back into the ring and sees his opportunity and wastes no time grabbing Gunner from behind and planting him on the mat with his Raw Power slam again. Gunner rolls around on the mat holding his back and is slow to get back up as Trent takes his stance in the corner and stalks him.
Gould: Fraggle just blinded Gunner Hughes with that green mist!
Torres: And now Trent Brown is going in for the kill!
The fans go into a frenzy as Tyson gets up on the apron and begins to climb inside the ring to go after Trent. But Fraggle grabs his leg and pulls him back down to the floor and nails him with a hard roundhouse. Fraggle and Tyson exchange punches on the outside while inside the ring Trent sails through the air and plants his boot right in Gunner’s face with his Lights Out finisher. Trent covers Gunner and the ref makes his count.
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Gould: He did it! Trent Brown beat Gunner Hughes!
Torres: And not a second too soon, because here comes the cavalry!
Jordan Keyser and Mac Bane both come running out as the announcer walks to the center of the ring and Trent’s music plays.
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman…here is your winner…Trent Brown!!
The referee raises Trent’s hand and Gunner rolls out of the ring and falls to the floor to recover. But Trent doesn’t even have time to celebrate his win as Jordan and Mac both storm the ring and begin to circle him like a couple of rabid wolves. Meanwhile Fraggle gets the upper hand over Tyson on the outside of the ring after he irish whips him into the barricade and he sees what’s going down inside the ring and decides to make his exit, heading back up the aisle and towards the back.
Gould: Well Fraggle’s not wanting any part of the Public Enemies it seems. He could get in there and at least try to help Trent.
Torres: And why would he do that? His work here is done. He has a match coming up next with the NAW Champion, walking away now is the smartest thing he can do.
Fraggle disappears into the back as Jordan and Mac begin to close in on Trent. Kat wants to get inside the ring and help but Trent yells at her to stay out. Suddenly, “Violence Fetish” by Disturbed begins to play through the PA system and “Godly” Ken Davison comes walking out from the back, his eyes locked on Mac Bane as he marches to the ring.
Gould: Well business has certainly picked up now, because here comes “Godly” Ken Davison and he looks like he’s on a mission!
Davison slides into the ring and walks up to stand next to Trent, patting him on the shoulder as he keeps his glare fixed across the ring at Bane. Bane gets an uneasy look on his face as he and Davison both start to exchange words.
Torres: It looks like he might be coming out to pick up where he and Mac Bane left off on the last show!
Gould: Well it’s a good thing too, because the Public Enemies were about to…
Suddenly Gould’s words are drowned out by the sound of the frenzied crowd as Ken Davison turns and levels Trent with a superkick to the face! He then turns back to face Mac bane, who now has a big smile on his face as the two shake hands.
Gould: Are you kidding me?! These guys got to Ken Davidson too?
Torres: Wow!
Mac Bane raises Ken Davidson’s hand and presents him to the fans who are drowning the entire arena in boos. Jordan then calls for a mic just as Gunner is getting back into the ring.
Jordan: Pick him up, we’re not through yet!
Mac Bane and Ken Davidson grab Trent and lift him to his feet, and Jordan removes his NAW title belt from his waist and holds it in Trent’s face.
Jordan: You think you have a shot at this Trent? You think you can beat me? Nobody can beat me! I’m the champion!
Jordan winds up and cracks Trent right in the face with the folded up title belt and Trent falls to the mat. Kat manages to reach in and pull Trent out of the ring and she helps him to his feet and towards the back area. Jordan watches them leave and again raises the microphone to his mouth.
Jordan: This? This is the best you have to offer me Alex Morgan? This is your number one contender?
Jordan turns and sees that Gunner is back inside the ring and Gunner gives him a thumbs up that he’s ok. He then turns his focus back to the booing fans.
Jordan: Fraggle…you little worm…you might have skipped out on this fight here but you’re still gonna get what’s coming to you next in our match…and even worse at Holiday Fear when Gunner gets his hands on you. There’s no escaping it. And as for the rest of you doubters, don’t let this pointless win that Trent stole here tonight cloud your minds…we are still the most powerful force in the NAW. And just as we have shown with our recent acquisition of the talented “Godly” Ken Davidson here tonight…we have the numbers to prove it! So bring it on Alex Morgan, because we will continue to knock down everybody you send our way!
Gould: The Public Enemies, now one member stronger.
Torres: I just don’t know who is possibly going to be able to put a stop to these guys.
The fans explode with boos, and the group all get smiles on their faces as they appear to be feeding of off the heat. Jordan then raises the microphone to his mouth one more time.
Jordan: Go ahead and boo us people….we don’t really care. And do you know why we don’t care? Because we’re not your friends…
He glances back at all the rest of the group standing behind him and laughs.
Jordan: We are your enemies!
Jordan tosses the microphone to the mat as “King of Kings” by Motorhead plays. The group exits the ring as the show goes to commercial. After a few plugs for sponsors and the upcoming NAW Holiday Fear pay per view, the scene returns again and the announcer is seen standing inside the ring.
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman, this next match is scheduled for one fall!
"Francois Martin" by The Tenth Stage hits the PA system and David Fraggle walks out from behind the curtains.
Gould: Well we've got things under control from our last match, but now it looks like things are going to get heating right back up as here comes our main event!
Torres: Yeah and this guy better be watching his back, because he's certainly on the targets of the Public Enemies, who have already taken out Trent Brown tonight.
Announcer: Introducing first, from parts unknown….weighing 150 pounds….”The Very Good” David Fraggle!!
David Fraggle walks to the ring and slides under the bottom rope, then runs to a nearby corner and jumps up to the top to raises his arms. He then jumps off of the corner, takes off the mask that he’s wearing, places it on the corner, turns around and waits on the match to begin as his music stops playing. Jordan Keyser enters the arena to a gold pyrotechnic display in the form of gold X's on either side of the stage. The entire arena is bathed in gold lights as “King of Kings” by Motorhead then begins to play.
Announcer: And his opponent…from Nueces County, Texas…weighing 235 pounds….he is the NAW Champion…Jordan Keyser!!
Jordan makes his way slowly to the ring, taunting the booing fans as he struts down the aisle. He sees a young kid sitting ringside and he walks up and holds the NAW title belt out for him to touch, but just as the kids hand get near the belt Jordan pulls it away and walks off laughing. He climbs into the ring and hands his title belt to the referee, and right away he goes after Fraggle as his music stops. They lock up in the center of the ring, but Jordan uses his power advantage to shove Fraggle backward. Fraggle stumbles back into the corner and crashes into the turnbuckle, and Jordan runs in afterward with a closeline. But at the last second Fraggle jumps out of the way and Jordan comes up empty. Fraggle grabs Jordan from behind and spins him around, then starts to light him up with rights and lefts. Jordan fires back with a punch of his own, but Fraggle ducks it and catches him with a knee in the midsection to send him down to one knee. Fraggle then bounces off the ropes and comes running back to grab Jordan and drive him headfirst into the mat with a tornado DDT.
Torres: David Fraggle is looking pretty impressive so far here tonight!
Gould: Well he’s a grizzled NAW veteran, and he can grapple with the belt of them.
Fraggle peppers Jordan with stomps and kicks as he tries to get to his feet, then he bounces off the ropes again and comes back with a running dropkick to send Jordan back down to the mat again. Fraggle quickly hops to the second turnbuckle and as Jordan gets to his hands and knees he leaps off and nails him in the middle of the back with an elbow drop. Fraggle rolls Jordan over and attempts the cover
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Jordan sends Fraggle flying across the ring with the force of the kick out, and Fraggle scrambles to his feet. He lifts Jordan up and attempts an irish whip, but Jordan plants his foot and reverses it into a short arm closeline. Jordan recovers a bit, then he grabs Fraggle as he’s getting up and plants him with a half nelson slam. Jordan looks down at Fraggle on the mat with an angry look on his face.
Torres: Yeah well now we’ll see how good Fraggle really is.
Jordan lifts Fraggle to his feet and tosses him into the ropes with an irish whip, then catches him with a crushing spinning spinebuster on the rebound. He pulls Fraggle to his feet again and lifts him into the air into a vertical suplex position, holding it for a few seconds, then he falls backward and Fraggle crashes to the mat. Fraggle rolls around on the mat holding his back, and Jordan waits for him to get back up. Fraggle staggers up to his feet and Jordan levels him with a spear and drops down for the cover.
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Jordan scrambles to his feet, looking a little pissed that Fraggle kicked out, then he unloads on Fraggle with punches and kicks. Fraggle uses the ropes to pull himself up, and Jordan grabs him and flings him into the center of the ring with another suplex. Jordan then climbs to the second turnbuckle and leaps off for an elbow drop, but at the last second Fraggle rolls out of the way and Jordan comes up empty and hits the mat. Fraggle quickly crawls over and makes the cover.
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Gould: David Fraggle was trying to take advantage of the missed elbow drop by the NAW Champion, and he almost got the three count.
Torres: Well they don’t call them high risk moves for nothing Gould.
Jordan slowly gets to his feet, and Fraggle runs in and plants him face first on the mat with a bulldog. Fraggle then lifts Jordan back up to his feet, and attempts a Fraggle Cutter, but out of nowhere Jordan breaks free and drops Fraggle with his Benediction signature swinging neckbreaker.
Torres: The Benediction!
Gould: If Jordan can cover him it might be all over!
Jordan stays down for a bit, then he slowly crawls over and covers Fraggle. The ref makes the count.
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Gould: No, he kicked out! David Fraggle’s not done yet!
Jordan sits up and looks at the referee in disbelief as he holds up two fingers in front of his face. Jordan then shakes his head in disgust and turns his attention back to Fraggle, who’s still laid out on the mat. Jordan lifts him to his feet and starts to lock him in his Redline submission finisher, but Fraggle squirms out of it slips around behind Jordan. Jordan spins around but Fraggle meets him with a kick to the gut, followed by a Fraggle Cutter! Fraggle drops down and the ref makes the cover.
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Gould: Wow, what a desperation move by Jordan Keyser! I guess that’s why he’s the NAW Champion… because he’s a survivor!
Torres: Yeah and speaking of survivors, how is Fraggle not being pummeled by the rest of the Public Enemies right now?
Gould: Good question, you know they gotta be lurking around here somewhere.
Fraggle lifts Jordan back to his feet but Jordan manages to rake Fraggle’s eyes to break free of his grasp and then dives at him to take him down with a diving closeline. Jordan takes a few moments to recover a bit, then he picks Fraggle up but Fraggle hits him with a throat chop to send him staggering backwards. Fraggle then tries for a standing dropkick but Jordan moves out of the way and Fraggle gets the referee instead.
Gould: Uh oh, David Fraggle just inadvertently dropkicked the ref!
Torres: Well you know what that means, no ref…no rules!
Fraggle checks on the fallen ref, then turns back around to get leveled again by Jordan with a shoulder charge. Jordan lifts Fraggle up and tosses him out of the ring, then climbs out after him. He lifts Fraggle back up and whips him into the steel ring steps and Fraggle goes tumbling over the steps and to the floor on the opposite side. Jordan walks around and grabs Fraggle by the throat as he’s getting up but Fraggle hits him with a low blow to break free.
Gould: Ouch!
Torres: Yeah right in the family jewels. I felt that all the way over here.
Fraggle catches his breath a bit and pulls Jordan back to his feet. He lines him up to ram his head into the barricade, but Jordan reaches out and snatches a fan’s drink and tosses it in Fraggle’s face to blind him. Fraggle stumbles backward a few steps holding his eyes and Jordan runs up and drops him with a closeline.
Torres: Like I said Gould, this guy knows how to survive!
Jordan takes a few moments to recover from the low blow, then he rolls Fraggle back into the ring where the referee is slowly making his way to his feet. Suddenly the fans get excited as somebody comes running out from the back. It’s Trent Brown!
Gould: Oh boy, here comes the number one contender Trent Brown! And he looks like he’s recovered!
Torres: Turn around Jordan!
Trent makes his way to ringside and over to the timekeeper’s table behind Jordan to pick up the NAW Championship belt. He stares at it for a moment with a smile on his face, but then he folds it up and as Jordan turns to face him he cracks him in the face with it. Jordan hits the floor again and Trent picks him up and rolls him into the ring. Fraggle, who is recovered now, is waiting in the wings and he picks Jordan up and plants him face first with a Fraggle Cutter. The referee now notices Trent on the outside and yells at him to leave, but Fraggle yells at the ref to make the count as he covers Jordan.
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Torres: No!
Gould: I can’t believe it! David Fraggle has pinned the NAW Champion!!
The announcer hits the ring as the referee raises David Fraggle hand in victory.
Announcer: Ladies and gentleman…here is your winner….David Fraggle!!
Fraggle exits the ring as his music plays, and he makes his way to the back celebrating as Trent climbs back inside the ring with the NAW title belt in one hand and a microphone in the other.
Gould: What an upset, David Fraggle leaving with the win here tonight and now it looks like the number one contender isn’t quite finished yet.
Torres: Yeah, but how did this happen Gould? Where in the hell are the rest of the Public Enemies?
Trent walks up to Jordan and stares down at him as Fraggle’s music stops playing. He looks once more at the title belt in his hand and as Jordan starts to slowly shake the cobwebs out of his head he realizes what’s happening and rolls back up to a sitting position. He looks around, trying to spot one of his allies nearby and Trent starts laughing.
Trent: Oh…you looking for somebody? Sorry champ, the match is over and nobody has come out here to help you.
Torres: What’s he talking about Gould? What’s he done with the Enemies?!
Gould: Your guess is as good as mine.
Trent: The Public Enemies have proven that you are well capable of playing the numbers game, and I have to admit that you’re pretty good at it. But you see champ…I’m pretty good with numbers too, and I know that one chain, plus one padlock, plus one set of double doors equals four jackasses locked in a dressing room.
The big screen lights up and a set doors leading to the Public Enemies’ dressing room is seen chain together by the handles. The door is bouncing back and forth and all kinds of yelling can be heard coming from the other side.
Trent: So do the math champ, because at Holiday Fear I’ll be coming to take this title belt again…and this time I won’t be giving it back!
Trent tosses the NAW title belt down onto the mat next to Jordan, who is still recovering from his match. He sits up and grabs his title belt, glaring at Trent Brown who is shown backpedaling up the entrance ramp smiling back down at the ring as the show come to an end.