Post by Alice White on Dec 31, 2013 23:23:39 GMT -5
Pre-Show
Due to time constraints, the first two matches have been combined to create a Fatal Four Way between Jones, Xtra, Lee, Friar, and Assassin. The five men all got some sort of reaction from the crowd, Jones got quite a few cheers. It was cool. Seems like the kid might have a future here. Anyway, the match was chock full of action. Jones swept the floor with Eric Lee for about a minute, while Friar held his own against Assassin and Xtra. He did pretty well, too, sending Mr. Xtra over the top rope and then whipping Assassin to the ropes, coming back and both men go over the top rope after Friar hits a Diving Cross Body.
Jones whips Lee into a corner, then comes in with an awesome Enziguiri, and it looks like Lee may have been knocked unconscious by it. He rolls out of the ring, and Black Friar comes back in, charging at Jones. Jones ducks out of the way and turns quickly, able to kick Friar in the chest, knocking him into a corner. He pulls him out and plants him with a DDT and covers. He almost gets to the three when Assassin comes back into the ring, pulling Jones off of Friar. Jones gets to his feet and hits Assassin with a few right hands before landing a Hurricanrana. Friar would have broken this up now, had Mr. Xtra not landed a Suplex. The Hurricanrana turns into a pin attempt, and Jones gets a two, but Xtra is able to break that up, too. Jones goes over to Xtra, clearly frustrated, and starts hitting him with some right hands. He whips him across the ring to the opposite corner, and runs back, connecting with a Monkey Flip and sending him to the center, perfectly on his back.
Jones looks around, nodding his head in approval at the bodies strewn across the ring now, then he picks Lee, who is just starting to stir again. He pulls him to his feet and pounds him in the side of the head a few times before pulling him to the corner and slamming his head into the turnbuckle. He does it again, then slams him onto his back on the mat. He goes over to Black Friar, who starts to fight back a bit, and whips Jones into the corner. Friar hits an Enziguiri on him now, and Jones is on his back for the first time all match. Friar grabs Xtra and connects with the Original Sin, his double knee facebuster, and covers him right away. He gets to a two on Xtra before Assassin is able to pull him off. Before you know it though, Jones is on the turnbuckle and comes off hitting his Spiral Tap, then he goes over to Lee who is getting up again and hits the AJ-Guiri! After all of this dominance, he hits his End Game on Eric Lee and gets the pinfall victory.
Winner: Alex Jones
The next match, Faith DeWinter against Nichole Clark, wasn't nearly as chaotic. Faith was ahead for the entirety of the match though, Nichole didn't stand a chance. Here's what we had. It all started with Faith charging across the ring and taking Nichole out with a crossbody. She covered, but didn't get anything. She picked Nichole up and whipped her into the corner, running and hitting Nichole with a dropkick. Nichole hit the mat hard, and Faith pulled her out of the corner of the mat and covered again. She didn't quite get two this time, and she pulled Nichole right back to her feet.
She whips Nichole into the corner and hops up, sending Nichole flying with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors. She hurries over and grabs Nichole with both hands on Nichole's head, slamming her head into the mat a few times before getting to her feet again. She lifts Nichole up over her shoulders into Fireman's Carry position and walks around a bit, showcasing some strength, and when she gets dead center, she spins this out into a Sidewalk Slam that causes an eruption from the crowd. It was an awesome move. She covers again, but somehow, just some how, Nichole Clark is able to keep the match alive. Faith gets onto her knees and looks down at Nichole, who has that glazed over look on her face, like she's just about out of it. Faith shakes her head, saying "You disappoint me, love."
She picks Nichole up and looks around at the roaring crowd, then hits a few more sweet moves before she finishes the match off with her patented Frost Bite, a vicious Front Flip Piledriver. She picks up the win, and the crowd cheers her a bit as she holds her arms up in victory. They cheer her until she leaves the ring, not acknowledging them in any way, which kinda shuts them up. She smiles back down at Nichole Clark, who is rolling around the ring in pain and Faith just smiles and laughs, seeing the opponent who is clearly hurt.
Winner: Faith DeWinter
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The show opens to the opening guitar riff of the Bad Religion rendition of "White Christmas" as we get our video package, but with a snowy foreground. We see David Fraggle fighting with Jordan Keyser, we see Jordan Keyser breaking Sideshow's ankle, we see Trent Brown fighting with Gunner Hughes. Aquila Vox makes an appearance in the video package, as does Alex Jones. We end the package with Trent Brown standing over a downed Jordan Keyser, dropping the NAW Championship next to him and heading up the ramp with a smile.
We get to the arena, the music is cut out now, and we cut to the commentary booth, which is decked out in Christmas Lights, and there's a little tree sitting on one corner of the table, also decorated.
Gould: Hello, ladies and gentlemen... We're here at the final Pay-Per-View of 2013, as well as the final event of the year! We've got a huge card for you, including David Fraggle challenging Gunner Hughes for the Horizon Championship, and Trent Brown getting his shot at the NAW Championship!
Torres: Yeah, but I mean, the real question here is can either of these guys keep up with what the Public Enemies have had to offer lately? Because these guys are some of the best in the company, and they've just been totally steamrolling the opposition.
Gould: That's a great question, but as we saw, I'm pretty sure that at the very least, Trent Brown is sick of the way they've been doing things, and he'd be more than willing to do whatever it takes to make the change of champion.
Torres: True, but I've got my doubts, I would love to see how it plays out!
The cheering of the crowd is interrupted by Duran Duran's "Girls on Film" and the crowd immediately starts to ring out the boos.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Preston, Idaho.... "The Headliner".... SARAH SNAP!
Sarah Snap appears, as usual, tripod in its case and camera in hand. She records the fans, and the giant screen changes to the camera perspective, showing the fans that it points at. She heads down the ramp and stops every so often to look in disbelief at some of the signs that she sees. She sets the camera up on the tripod, then gets into the ring, making sure the view is perfect. It's not quite right, so she has a cameraman fix it until she gives him a huge thumbs up. She backs into her corner as the music transitions to that of "Fight" by the Dirty Youth.
Rebecca: And her opponent...hailing from Rochester, New York.... The Nighthawk.... AQUILA VOX!
The opening riff of ‘Fight’ by The Dirty Youth cuts through the hum of the crowd as ‘The Nighthawk’ Aquila Vox steps out into view. She pounds a fist into each palm and then shakes her hands out at her sides, bounces on the balls of her feet. She uncorks a mischievous smile and nods, then strolls her way to the ring, throwing the occasional shadow boxing punch. She slithers under the bottom ropes and skips over to a corner, where she lifts a leg to the top buckle and does some last minute stretching, then climbs up and sits on the top buckle, raising her arms up to the heavens and imploring the crowd to get hyped. With one last nod and a smile she hops down, ready for business.
Aquila Vox vs Sarah Snap
The bell rings, and the two ladies start circling the ring. Snap goes for the first attack, diving after Vox, who is able to go forward and leap over her, executing a forward roll on the mat and getting up with a twirl. She leans into the corner which is directly behind her with a grin. Snap comes at her again, looking for a Dropkick, but Aquila steps off to the side, and Snap just hits the turnbuckle, going right down to the mat. Aquila grabs her by the hair and tosses her into the corner, throwing some forearms at her before pulling her from the corner and slamming her face down onto the mat. She rolls Snap over and covers.
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Snap kicks out of it.
Torres: She couldn't possibly have thought that would work.
Gould: Well Sarah Snap doesn't look to be fighting back at all, maybe she just assumed a quick surrender?
Torres: You do know what happens when you assume, don't you?
We hear a sigh from Gould as Sarah starts fighting back, kicking Aquila as she tries to do some sort of hold with the legs. This sends Aquila into the corner, and gives Sarah an opportunity to get back to her feet. She runs at Aquila and goes with a Double Knee Lift, hitting Aquila in the chest and jaw, and dropping her to her knees. Sarah does a back roll now, much like Aquila's forward roll at the beginning of the match, and finishes with a swift Buzzsaw Kick, all of it happening in one fluid motion, and Aquila is face down on the mat now, giving Sarah a second to take in the beauty of what her camera is recording.
Torres: Sarah Snap is so great at this whole recording thing. I wish her the best of luck in her film career.
Gould: What about her wrestling career?
Torres: She doesn't need luck in wrestling, she's got it all.
Sarah picks Aquila up and whips her into the ropes. She leans forward, ready for a scoop of Aquila, but Vox is able to stop herself just before she reaches Sarah. She does kick an unsuspecting Sarah in the jaw though, and Sarah goes right onto her back on the mat. Aquila smiles and goes to the corner, climbing up onto the second rope and coming off with a Leg Drop, rolling over and covering again.
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TWO
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Another kickout by Sarah Snap!
Aquila grabs her by the hair, slamming her head into the mat a few times before covering again, but still no luck in getting the win. She grabs Sarah and whips her to the ropes, Sarah comes back and Aquila is able to send her across the ring and subsequently out onto the floor after a nice hurricanrana. Aquila gets to her feet and hops up and down a bit, the adrenaline high, and she runs to the opposite ropes, coming back and landing a brilliant Swan dive out of the ring and collapsing Sarah and herself! Referee Mark Lansing starts his count as both of the girls roll onto their stomachs. He is at four when they start getting to their feet, and they're back into the ring by six. Both of them still are lying on the mat, catching breath and collecting themselves. The crowd is alive though, clearly excited by this action.
Gould: This match isn't gonna end well. It could have a huge impact on both of their careers.
Torres: Well of course it will, Gould. Whoever wins is obviously going to be thought of as one of the toughest women to ever work for this company.
Aquila is to her feet first, and she walks over to the corner. She leans in the corner for a second, staring at Sarah, who is now getting to her feet, and she heads over for Aquila, who sits on the top turnbuckle. Aquila, thinking quickly, goes for a low impact Senton, but Sarah catches her, and is able to finish a poor Powerbomb, and they both hit the mat again for a few seconds. This time it's Sarah who gets to her feet, and she starts climbing to the top turnbuckle. It's not long before Aquila is up though, and she runs for the ropes. As Sarah gets to the top, Aquila is able to hop up, Springboard off the rope right next to the turnbuckle and twirl around, sending both of the ladies into the guardrail right into their spines! They both lie helpless and lifeless on the floor outside, and the crowd is chanting "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Gould: Oh my God, I think they're hurt.
Lansing waits a second, but after seeing no movement from either woman, he calls for the bell to ring. A medical crew comes down and starts checking on the ladies as the crowd starts to quiet down, seeing the situation that has arisen.
Torres: That was a huge impact, and I'm pretty sure I heard both of them hit that guardrail. It was pretty bad.
The medical crew is able to get both women to their feet, and both of them are able to head up the ramp slowly, the medical crews their more for guidance and balance than actual physical support.
Rebecca: This match has been decided as no contest...
As they head up the ramp, we cut to the back offices, where we see Alex Morgan, sitting in his office, watching the big New Year's Eve special that's always on, when Mateusz Bartkowiak comes in.
Morgan: Hey! Matty B, how's your night going?
Mateusz: Boss, I'm doing alright, but I maybe had some ideas for the next big show? St. Valentine's whatever.
Morgan: Okay, Matty, I'm all ears.
Morgan grabs his drink, which is in the typical 12 oz glass you'd get at the bar.
Mateusz: Is that alcohol?
Morgan: Well...it's kind of a cocktail, I guess. It's a virgin Rum & Coke...
He takes a sip and the joke seems to have gone over Mateusz's head. Mateusz just shakes his head and shuts the door behind him, leaving the camera outside as we cut to the commentary table, where we see Gould and Torres again.
Gould: Well that was a pretty huge impact to end that match, and if we hear anything bad about these two ladies, we will be sure to let you know. Anyway, tonight's show is brought to you by Red Lobster, and we want you all to know that the rumors about Red Lobster closing in the last few days are just that.
Torres: That's right, those bastards online trying to scare me like that. It's also brought to you by all of our sponsors back home, Yuengling, Sheetz, and Wilkes University.
Gould: And we still have a huge night ahead of you, as we have a Six Man Christmas Gift Match, a Toy Shop Brawl, and a Bad Santa Match for the NAW Championship!
We get back to the arena and Rebecca Martin and Eddie Higgins both stand in the center of the ring. The crowd is on their feet as Rebecca clears her throat.
Rebecca: The following match is a Holiday Gift Match! Similar to a ladder match, the winner of the match takes control of, and unwraps and opens the gift suspended above the ring!
The crowd cheers as Eddie Higgins sets up the gift so that the bow on top of the box hangs from the harness that goes up into the air, 15-20 feet from the canvas of the ring. The camera pans out as fans take pictures of the huge box, and Rebecca continues smiling. "Badass" by Saliva hits, and the crowd immediately boos loudly, knowing who is on his way to the ring. Mac Bane appears on the stage and looks at the booing fans, shaking his head as he goes down the ramp, staring right at the present hanging above the ring, his business face on, as usual.
Rebecca: Introducing first...MAC BANE!
Bane gets into the ring and walks around as his music fades out and "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed hits. The crowd just continues to boo as "Godly" Ken Davison apears from behind the curtain, a smirk on his face. He waves arrogantly to the booing fans and makes his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: Introducing next... "GODLY" KEN DAVISON!
Davison slides into the ring and he gives a nod to Mac Bane, who just stares right back at him. "Search and Destroy" by Metallica hits, and the fans for the first time in these intros, doesn't erupt in a booing chorus. It isn't loud cheers, but it's a much warmer welcome than either of the other two got. Chris cooper appears on the stage and looks around at the fans, giving a nod and starting on his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And now... The Texas Terror.... CHRIS COOPER!
Cooper rolls into the ring and stands across the ring from the other two men, who get into their fighting stance just in case. As this happens, Metallica fades out, and "Night of the Wolf" by Saxon hits. Davey Vansen appears on stage, dropping his jacket on the stage and just heading right down the ramp, pointing to the gift hanging from the rafters and mouthing something inaudibly, Davison just shaking his head and looking back up at the gift after.
Rebecca: And now... The Knight... DAVEY VANSEN!
Vansen slides into the ring and stares at Cooper, then at the two members of the Public Enemies in the ring. "Night of the Wolf" makes way for "Shoots and Ladders" by Korn as Garvan Bryant appears on stage, to the loudest reaction of the night so far, looking around at the fans. He doesn't necessarily approve of them, but they do welcome him a bit. He heads down the ramp and starts mouthing to everyone in the ring.
Rebecca: From Ireland.... GARVAN BRYANT!
Garvan climbs up onto the ring apron and looks at everyone in the ring before getting in. He keeps himself away from everyone and makes sure he can easily defend himself from any angle. "Eye of the Tiger" takes the place of "Shoots and Ladders" now and Jason Price appears from behind the curtain, a smile on his face. The crowd cheers him on and he heads down the ramp, high fiving a few people.
Rebecca: And finally.... JASON PRICE!
Christmas Gift Match
Price slides into the ring and Davison wastes no time attacking him, and the brawl begins, with all six guys forming a giant pile in the ring. The bell goes and Rebecca gets out of dodge as quickly as possible. After about a minute, things get separated, and we have a couple smaller brawls going on. Cooper is taking on Mac Bane by himself, and Garvan Bryant and Davey Vansen have taken to attacking Ken Davison. Jason Price is left with nobody, and he kind of watches the whole thing go on before hitting Bane with a Clothesline that sends both of them over the top rope. Cooper turns around and charges, hitting Bryant with a boot, and this gets Vansen taking on Davison one on one. On the outside, Mac Bane is back in control against price, whipping him into the guardrail, and Price goes over it into a few fans.
Torres: Ya know, if these guys aren't careful, one of these days, we're gonna get sued.
Price gets to his feet and is patted on the back by some fans, but he doesn't let it distract him and he comes over the guardrail after Bane. Bane catches him though, holding him sideways as if setting him up for a Fallaway Slam, but instead he charges the pole and slams Price into it, almost crushing his spine it looks like. Price howls in pain, and Mac proceeds to slam him onto the ring stairs, then he climbs onto the apron, being sure to use Price as a step up and gets into the ring, where he is met by some right hands from Chris Cooper. Cooper whips him into a far corner, and is blindsided by a missile dropkick from Davison out of nowhere! Davison runs over and hits Cooper in the face with a low dropkick, and when he gets up, he is taken out by a Clothesline from Garvan Bryant!
Gould: This is an absolute mess, I can't figure out who's doing a thing, and the match is going to quick to actually call it.
Torres: You don't call matches anyway, Gould. You just whine when the guy you want to win isn't getting his way. Oh man, there's a huge double clothesline from Bane that sends Bryant and Vansen over the top rope!
Bane turns around and sees Davison bringing the ladder into the ring. He slides it in and Bane sets it up. He gets ready to climb it, then sees Davison climbing it on the other side. Before either of them can argue about who's going to grab the belt, Davison is pulled to the mat by Jason Price, who still can't stand up quite straight after what Bane put him through earlier in the match. Bane gets off the ladder and stares Price down through it, eventually just tossing it off to the side as he and Price get face to face. Price throws a punch, but Bane catches his hand and starts twisting it, Price trying to turn it back, but Bane won't let him. Bane hits him with a shot to the gut, then an elbow to the face. Price falls onto one knee and Bane boots him in the face again, laying him out flat.
Gould: Mac Bane is just taking out the entire competition here in this match!
Torres: Bane is an animal, Gould!
Bane turns around, letting out a loud battle cry-style shout, and sees Garvan Bryant charging for him. He braces himself and is able to plant Bryant into the mat with a Powerslam, getting right back to his feet. Davison gets to his feet after collecting himself for a while, runs and springboards off the top rope, hitting Chris Cooper with a cross body. He gets up and is clocked in the side of the face by Vansen, who hits him with a few right hands before sending him into the ring stairs with a loud THUD. Vansen slides into the ring, hitting Mac Bane with a few rights. They send Bane stepping backward, but after he gets himself steady, he hits Vansen right in the chest, and Vansen drops like a bag of rocks. Bryant is to his feet now and is able to hit an unsuspecting Mac Bane with a Tornado DDT, and gets to his feet, holding his arms out. He picks up the ladder and sets it up, starting to climb it.
Gould: Oh, here we go, Garvan could potentially win this one!
Garvan gets almost to the top when he sees that Jason Price is coming up the other side. He perches on the top rung of the ladder as Price gets to the top. The two of them hit each other with some right hands, and a huge shot from Bryant knocks Price down a couple of rungs. Garvan perches himself at the top of the ladder, and Price starts going for him again. Brant kciks him and he lets go of Bryant's leg, and Bryant then dives down, grabbing Price, and landing a Sunset Flip Powerbomb off of the ladder, and the crowd blows the roof off of the place!
Torres: Holy shit! That could be the impact of the night, Gould!
Gould: I'm honestly surprised that he didn't send Price through the mat with the power of that slam.
As both men lie on the mat for a few seconds, Chris Cooper is able to slide back into the ring. He starts climbing up the ladder as Mac Bane starts to stir. Bane grabs the bottom rung of the ladder and pulls himself to his feet, supporting himself on the ladder. He climbs it slowly, just a rung behind Cooper as he starts picking up his pace. They finally meet at the top simultaneously, and start punching each other back and forth. Bane hits a hard right and almost knocks Cooper off, but Cooper comes back with an elbow that does the same. Finally, Davey Vansen tips the ladder over, and both men jump off, both of them going over the top rope onto the floor outside. Bane grabs his ankle and Cooper grabs the back of his neck, both of them rolling around a bit.
Torres: Both of these men went down hard, and I'm not sure that either of them are gonna be a huge factor in this match any more!
Torres: Mac Bane is an awesome competitor, Gould. Unless he's dead, I don't think you should even think about counting him out!
Vansen and Bryant are going shot for shot now until Ken Davison comes running and hits both of them with simultaneous clotheslines! He stomps on Vansen a few times before coming to the nearby ropes, bouncing off and turning, hitting Bryant with a springboard shin kick to the face, and he grabs the ladder, setting it up. Price is able to come behind him though, slamming him with a Full Nelson slam, and looks around to see that everyone is currently grounded. He picks up Vansen and plants him with a DDT, then goes over to Bryant, who is starting to get to his feet. Price grabs Bryant and whips him into the corner. He takes a few steps around to see if everyone else is out, then runs at the corner to hit Bryant with a clothesline, but Bryant gets a boot up and is able to knock Price flat on his back with it. He comes out of the corner and hits Vansen, who is slowly coming to his feet, then he is able to set up the ladder again.
Torres: Here we go! Garvan Bryant could get the win right here, looks like he's got the time!
Bryant starts climbing up the ladder, but Price is able to get himself rolling pretty quickly, and is a few rungs behind Bryant. As Bryant reaches for the belt, Price pulls on his foot. Bryant looks down and sees him, then starts kicking him away. Price keeps pulling though, and eventually, Bryant loses his balance. He comes off the ladder, but is able to spin around and hit Price in the throat and both men hit the mat. When Bryant hits the mat though, it's easy to see he landed awkwardly, and he rolls off to the side of the ring, clutching his ankle. Davey Vansen looks to be going kinda high risk for Bryant as we see Ken Davison slowly making his way to the top of the ladder. Davison sees Vansen though and not quite at the top, turns around and dives off, spinning after he reaches Vansen and plants him on the outside with a Tornado DDT!
CROWD: "THIS IS AWESOME! *clap-clap, clap-clap-clap*"
Vansen and Davison lie flat on the outside as Chris Cooper starts getting to his feet. Mac Bane does some quick damage control though, and is able to take him out with his patented BUA DDT. Cooper looks to be just about unconscious as Mac Bane and Jason Price both climb to the top of the ladder. They reach the top at the same exact time, and start hitting each other with some right hands. Neither one seems to want to budge though, and eventually, Mac Bane grabs Jason Price and connects with a Fisherman's Suplex off the ladder, sending Price to the floor outside and Bane guillotines himself on the ropes. All six men lie motionless around the ring now, the crowd still chanting.
Gould: Jesus. These guys are killing themselves over this.
Torres: But the prize is definitely worth it, I'm sure.
Gould: Any idea what's in the box?
Torres: I dunno...hopefully a first aid kit, because these guys are gonna need it.
Garvan Bryant is the first to his feet, but he continually just manages to limp, which is slowing him down. He starts climbing the ladder slowly, that weak ankle not helping his case very much. Ken Davison is up now and he clutches his back a bit, leaning on the guardrail. The pain of that seems to go away though as he sees Garvan Bryant, and he slides into the ring and up the ladder on the other side. Bryant is trying to get the present off of the harness and Davison is able to catch him, grabbing his arm and pressing it down to his side, then hitting Garvan with a headbutt. Garvan loses his footing and drops down a rung on the ladder before catching himself, and Davison is able to leap frog over the top rung of the ladder, seated over Bryant, and sends him down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that once again leaves them motionless, and nobody is moving again. Cooper and Bane are the next to stir though, and not long after, Price gets into the ring. These three men alternate punching each other before Vansen starts moving on the outside. Price sees him stir, but doesn't do anything, as he starts getting both Cooper and Bane with good right hands before sending them both to the mat with a Double Clothesline. He sees Vansen who is now in the ring and connects with the Enforcer after a short squabble.
Gould: What an impact Jason Price is having on this match!
Davison is in the ring now, and he fights with Cooper as Bane and Price climb the ladder. They both get to the top and stare each other down until Davison is able to get Price distracted. This gives Bane opportunity that is taken nicely, and he is able to get the gift off of the harness, unwrapping it and tossing the box, holding in his hand a folded up stapled packet of papers. Price doesn't realize he's too late, and tips the ladder, but the bell rings anyway.
Rebecca: Here is your winner, and the next number one contender for the NAW Horizon Championship.... MAC BANE!
"Badass" by Saliva hits as all hell breaks loose between Cooper, Price, Davison, and Bane, who are brawling it out in the center of the ring until the security team finally gets into the ring and is able to separate everyone.
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We come back to the arena after a short little teaser of what 2014 has to offer NAW, including several different shots of the building that is the NAW Arena. When it comes back, the crowd is on their feet as we see Rebecca Martin standing in the ring by herself, no official this time.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest is a Toy Shop Brawl! The men will not be competing inside this arena, but instead in a toy shop nearby. We have a referee that we've hired specifically for the event who is also with them to officiate the action, and everything will be visible on the screen. It is for the NAW Horizon Championship and will be contested between Gunner Hughes and "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
Gunner Hughes vs David Fraggle
The crowd cheers as the lights dim and the screen comes to life, showing both Gunner and Fraggle. Gunner holds the NAW Horizon Championship and holds it right in front of the camera, taking the entirety of the screen. The crowd boos, and Gunner pulls back, handing the belt to the referee. The ref takes it off screen and comes back a few seconds later. Before the referee says for the match to start, we get a pan around view of the toy shop. Handcrafted toys, from stuffed animals, to cars, to planes, to anything you can imagine, adorn the entirety of the room. Gunner starts on one side, looking around at the place in disgust, whereas David Fraggle looks ready for things to get underway. The ref yells for the match to start, and the two men make their way toward each other. Gunner goes right for Fraggle, hitting him hard with a Clothesline after Fraggle runs at him, leveling the much smaller competitor.
Torres: Well that didn't take very long. This should be a quick win, eh?
Gunner picks Fraggle up and lifts him with a scoop, carrying him and slamming him hard onto the floor. Fraggle grasps his spine immediately, feeling intense pain, and Gunner goes for a cover.
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Kickout by Fraggle!
Gould: Not so fast, Mr. Hughes. Fraggle is a great competitor and isn't gonna go down so easy.
Gunner grabs Fraggle by his hair and slams his head off of a table once. He does it again. He goes to do it a third time, but Fraggle is able to wiggle loose and get behind him. He hits Gunner in the spine with a Dropkick, and Gunner gets sent over the table onto the floor on the other side. Fraggle hurries to his feet and hops onto the table. He hops off and hits Gunner with a crossbody, getting right back up. Gunner gets up to and Fraggle grabs a wooden airplane. He moves it around like he's flying it and then throws it in Gunner's face. Gunner is able to swat it away and it breaks into a few pieces on the floor. Gunner chases Fraggle around now, Fraggle being agile enough that he can climb onto tables and jump off with great ease. He dives off of one and does a forward roll under another table, searching the table. He finally grabs a giant plastic candy cane, then charges Gunner with it. He ducks under Gunner looking for a clothesline, and smashes the candy cane over Gunner's spine. Gunner shows minimal pain though, and it looks more like a wasted effort on Fraggle's part than anything else.
Torres: Foolish little man, Fraggle is. Now what?
Gunner turns around and clocks Fraggle hard with a right hook. Fraggle goes down like a bag of rocks, and Gunner grabs a wiffleball bat. He waits for Fraggle to get up, and Fraggle does get up in a few seconds, then he comes around behind his dazed opponent and starts choking Fraggle out with the bat. Fraggle squirms and wiggles around, but can't seem to get loose, so he focuses for a second and kicks backward, hitting Gunner in the shin. He does it again, and the big man lets go, and Fraggle is able to get away. Fraggle gets up and catches his breath, closing his eyes, and Gunner waves for him to come back, holding the bat like he's ready to get a ball pitched to him. Fraggle waits to come to him, and Gunner gets impatient, starting on his way toward Fraggle instead. Fraggle jumps onto a nearby ledge and comes off with a Missile Dropkick, and both men hit the floor hard. Fraggle scrambles around and grabs the bat, and when Gunner gets up, Fraggle swings it, doing no more than denting the bat. He swings a couple times, but it never gets any better for him.
Torres: This fool never ever learns, does he?
Fraggle finally swings low, hitting Gunner with very little wind resistance from the swing and hits him right in the crotch, having a greater effect than anything that Fraggle has done all match. Gunner drops to his knees and Fraggle points toward the proverbial outfield, then swings for the fences, hitting Gunner right in the temple and laying him flat. He acts like he's baserunning now, jumping onto a small trampoline, coming off with a moonsault and covering.
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Kickout by Gunner! Fraggle hits him with some right hands repeatedly, then goes down for another attempt at a cover.
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Kickout again at the same time!
Gould: Fraggle looks like he's getting close to figuring out how to beat Gunner. He could do it tonight!
Torres: Doubtful, Gould. Gunner has the strength. Gunner has the power. Fraggle is just not as good as Gunner.
Fraggle gets onto his knees and looks doubtingly at the ref, who assures him it was a two, and he heaves a sigh. He grabs Gunner by the hair and pulls him to his feet, planting him with a DDT. He covers again, but it's still not enough. Fraggle pounds the floor once as he gets to his feet. He runs around the little shop, looking for the perfect weapon. He tosses aside toy after toy, finally grabbing a yo-yo.
Torres: What's he gonna do with that, trick him to death?
Fraggle starts playing with the yo-yo as Gunner gets to his feet. Fraggle then starts sending it toward Gunner's face, Gunner keeps backing away from it, it moving to quick for him to swat it. Fraggle finally gets it to wrap around Gunner's throat, pulling to choke Gunner until the string breaks, and he ditches the yo-yo then, diving at Gunner, who is now distracted, and taking him out with a spear. He hits Gunner with some right hands and covers again.
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Fraggle looks incredibly frustrated as he gets to his feet and steps on Gunner's throat, pressing down. Gunner grabs the ankle though, and in an incredible show of strength, starts pushing Fraggle's boot away, before finally with one final heave, shoving, and sending Fraggle off of his feet. He gets up and Fraggle runs at him, and just in time, Gunner is able to hit the Buckshot!
Gould: It's over! Jesus, that was a huge impact!
Torres: The big bastard did it! I can't believe this!
Gunner doesn't go for a cover though. Instead he grabs Fraggle by the hair and pulls him to a clearing, hitting him with a few forearms to the head before lifting him up and slamming him to the floor with a Powerbomb. He spots a table that is just covered with toys, and lifts him right back up, never letting go from the Powerbomb, and carries him over to it over his shoulders. He looks for another, but Fraggle is able to counter it into a Hurricanrana, putting Gunner through the table and Fraggle lands on top of him! Fraggle isn't quite able to stay balanced to cover though, so both men wind up on the floor, breathing heavy, not moving.
Torres: Why did he not capitalize on that?
Fraggle rolls around on the floor in pain, and Gunner does the same until he is able to pull himself up with the help of the counter of the shop. He leans on the counter and Fraggle charges at him, Gunner sidestepping him and Fraggle goes headfirst into the cash register, and the drawer comes open, cash flying through the air. Gunner grabs Fraggle by the hair again and looks to slam his head into the register, but Fraggle is able to hold himself still with enough force to counteract Gunner, and takes a step back, then knees Gunner in the stomach. He moves off and with a spin, he looks for the Fraggle Rock Drop, but Gunner shifts his weight and is able to send Fraggle onto the counter with a back body drop. He waits patiently, and Fraggle starts getting up, Gunner connects with another Buckshot and covers.
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Fraggle picks his shoulder up off the mat literally a millisecond too late, and Gunner gets to his feet, grabbing the belt and holding it up, then shoving it right in front of the camera before the screen cuts out and the house lights come back on.
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Trent Brown vs Jordan Keyser
The crowd is on their feet as "The Gael" by Maclean hits the PA system. The crowd cheers for Trent Brown, who appears moments later, his wife Katherine by his side. They hold hands on the stage, Katherine with her warm smile that the fans all love. They head down the ramp slowly, Trent looking absolutely ready for an intense battle.
Rebecca: The last match of the evening is a Bad Santa match, is scheduled for one fall, and is for the NAW Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Dublin, Ireland... Being accompanied by his wife Katherine.... TRENT BROWN!
The two of them get to the bottom of the ramp, Katherine greeting a few fans, and Trent gives her a quick kiss before he gets into the ring. She stands at ringside, a huge smile on her face as Trent goes to his corner and awaits the opposition. "Warrior's Call" fades out and all the attention is brought back to the stage. After a few seconds, "King of Kings" begins to play, and nothing has ever been louder than the booing chorus of fans right now.
Torres: Here he is, Gould! The big man! The NAW Champion!
The pyros go off in the form of two golden streams that form a big X on either side of the stage a few times. When the smoke clears, we see Jordan Keyser standing atop the stage, championship belt hanging over his shoulder. He smirks as the fans continue to boo him, and he just stands on the stage, looking out at the arena of fans.
Gould: It's a wonder that he's considering come down here without his little clan of goons.
Torres: Please, Gould. The man is a respectable wrestler, how dare you assume that he'd need them or even want them with him for this.
Jordan starts making his way down the ramp, showing off his belt to the fans who hate him. He smiles as he gets into the ring, holding the belt high.
Rebecca: And his opponent... From Neuces County, Texas... He is your NAW Champion.... The Executioner... JORDAN KEYSER!
Keyser hands the belt to Eddie Higgins, who makes sure it gets to the timekeeper's table, and stands opposite Trent, who stares him down. As "King of Kings" fades out, both men get ready to go after each other when more music interrupts and they both look slightly frustrated.
Torres: The party can't start without Santa!
Gould: Yeah, he's definitely a big part of the match I guess.
Santa Claus appears on the stage, letting out a loud, jolly, laugh. He smiles his bright smile as he waves out a man with a push cart, pushing the giant bag full of weapons down the ramp, standing at ringside as the music fades and he gives Eddie Higgins the nod. Higgins calls for the bell and this match is underway. The guys circle the ring and Jordan looks to lock up, but Trent goes for the aggressive approach, shoving Jordan and running at him, hitting him hard with a takedown and a few right hands. He gets to his feet and pulls Jordan up, whipping him into the corner. He runs to the corner and Jordan puts a foot up, booting Trent in the jaw.
Torres: The oaf needs to be more careful, he's gonna get himself hurt one day because he doesn't think before he tries to kill you.
Gould: He's looking for gold, Jim.
Torres: So it's pent up frustration? There are other ways to let that out.
Trent shakes his head to get everything going right, and it's enough time for Jordan to come at him and take him out with a running clothesline. He hits Trent with a few stomps before picking him up. He whips him into the ropes, and Trent comes back, meeting Jordan with a clothesline of his own. He picks Jordan up and Jordan shoves him, then is able to hit him with a Roundhouse kick. He smiles down at his opponent as Santa dives in and starts searching through his huge bag. After a few seconds, he pulls out a small cane. He hands it right to Jordan and as Trent starts getting up, Jordan swings it, hitting him in the side. He swings it again, but Trent is able to catch it. The two tug for a minute before Trent shoves it instead of pulling, hitting Jordan in the gut with it. He takes it and swings at the legs, taking Jordan down, then hits him in the stomach with a few hard swings before going for a cover.
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Kickout by Jordan! Trent gets up slowly, looking slightly frustrated as he kicks the cane out of the ring. Katherine gives him some encouragement, and he smiles at her. While he's preoccupied, Santa hands Jordan a pair of brass knuckles.
Gould: This seems odd, Santa keeps giving Jordan weapons directly.
Torres: Maybe he just has to ask for them? Jordan's being resourceful.
Jordan gets to his feet and when Trent turns around, he lands a right hand into the jaw, flattening Trent. He chuckles and covers Trent, hooking the leg.
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Torres: How do you kick out of a shot to the jaw with those on? Even Santa is surprised!
Trent moves his jaw around, holding it in pain as Jordan gets up, shocked that he didn't get the win right there. He grabs Trent by the hair and Trent shoves him, then forces him into the corner with a bunch of right hands. He whips Jordan into the other corner and charges after, hitting him with a vicious corner clothesline. He pulls Jordan to the center of the ring, then plants him with a DDT. He covers, but still can't pick up the victory. He sighs and reaches for a weapon, Santa handing him a bat. He swings it and hits Jordan right in the ribs, then he swings and hits him again with it.
Torres: There, ya happy? Santa handed him a bat, and he's beating the snot out of Jordan with it. Come on, this isn't fair!
He lines the bat up with Jordan's face, swinging with all his might, but Jordan is able to roll out of the way and Trent eats a bunch of recoil after hitting the bare canvas with the bat. Jordan gets up, nursing his ribs and leans in the corner. Trent throws the bat off to the side and beckons for Jordan to come at him. Jordan does, and Trent lifts him and scoops him over his big body, Jordan landing hard on the mat behind Trent after a back body drop. Trent smirks and plants an elbow into Jordan's chest, covering.
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A shoulder up by Jordan! Trent looks absolutely shocked and infuriated that he didn't get the victory, and goes so far as arguing with Eddie Higgins for a minute. Higgins holds the two fingers up and starts yelling back at Trent. Trent shakes his head and turns around, and Jordan is slowly working to his feet using help from the ropes. Trent comes at him and hits him with a few right hands, and Jordan makes it a point to intentionally fall out onto the apron and he drops down onto the floor, rolling around in pain.
Gould: Looks like Trent has the NAW Champion right where he wants him.
Torres: This is a sick display, can someone give Jordan a minute to recooperate?
Gould: What? You don't get timeouts in wrestling!
Jordan leans against the guardrail and Trent runs to the opposite ropes, bouncing back and looking for a suicide dive between the top two ropes, but Jordan is able to duck out of the way and trent hits the guardrail essentially headfirst, flattening him, and Jordan falls over as well. Both men are on the floor for a minute, rolling around in pain, and Jordan slowly starts getting to his feet. He leans on the guardrail, and Trent also starts slowly getting to his feet. Trent looks almost out of it, and he takes a step away from the rail, stumbling a little bit. Jordan is able to come at him and hit him with some right hands before planting him with a DDT onto the floor.
Gould: Someone is seriously going to get hurt if they don't move the action back into the ring.
Both men still lie on the floor as long as they can to collect themselves, Jordan getting up and pulling Trent to his feet again. He looks to throw Trent into a set of nearby ring stairs, but Trent is able to put an arm out and instead catapults himself over them, doing slightly less damage than running into them. Jordan is able to run over now and jumps onto the stairs, jumping off and looing for a dropkick from them, knocking down a kneeling Trent. The crowd starts getting behind Trent with a "Raw...Power...Raw...Power" chant. Jordan yells for the fans to shut up, and it makes them louder. Jordan picks Trent up and hits him hard with some right hands, Trent using the guardrail for support. Jordan goes for another big shot, but instead Trent is able to catch the hand, spin Jordan around, and shove him into the ring post. Jordan goes shoulder first into it, and is down on the floor again, as Trent leans on the guardrail to catch his breath.
Torres: Ouch. Jordan's gotta pick it up, we're counting on him to show everyone why Trent shouldn't be a champion.
Gould: Why shouldn't Trent be a champion? He works hard and dedicates himself to the craft. Perfect image of a champ.
Torres: You're not the brightest crayon in the box, are ya, Gould?
Trent walks over to Santa, who proceeds to hand him a trash can lid. Trent smirks as he walks over to the downed Jordan, and lays his head on the ring stairs. He lifts the lid and swings it down over Jordan's head...but Jordan rolls out of the way and Trent eats recoil again. Trent swings again and hits Jordan in the spine with it, then again. While Jordan is flat, Trent takes a moment to smile at Katherine and look over at the title belt. He grabs Jordan and rolls him into the ring, then slides in after. He rolls Jordan to the center of the ring and covers.
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Kickout!
Gould: How is that even possible?
Torres: Jordan Keyser shows us all why he's the champ again!
Trent looks almost devastated that Jordan isn't done, and sits on his knees for a few seconds. Katherine slaps the mat a few times, yelling to Trent that he's got this in the bag, and he nods to her, grabbing Jordan by his hair and pulling him to his feet. He grabs Jordan by the arm and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He twists the arm and starts to walk across the top rope, keeping his balance very nicely for a man of his size, and just as he's about to jump off for an attack, Santa climbs up onto the apron and shakes the rope, causing Trent to crotch the ropes and fall to the outside of the ring! He slides a chair into the ring and Jordan grabs it, slowly getting to his feet. He runs and tosses the chair up, dropkicking the chair and going through between the top two ropes, hitting Trent in the face with it as he slowly gets to his feet. Jordan grins as he rolls Trent into the ring, and he stands up on the apron. Trent stumbles to his feet, and Jordan connects with the Perfect Execution, covering and hooking the leg!
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Rebecca: Your winner, and still NAW Champion.... JORDAN KEYSER!
The entire arena erupts with boos as Jordan gets to his feet, leaning on the ropes with a huge smile on his face. The Santa runs over and grabs the belt, handing it to Jordan and holding his arm up high. Jordan stands in the center of the ring as red and green confetti falls from the rafters, and Jordan soaks in the limelight as the crowd still continues to boo. After a few seconds though, Santa is forced to turn around, his hat and beard ripped off, revealing it to be Isaac Bloom. Trent stares Bloom in the eye and hits his signature move Raw Power, and just as he turns to Jordan, Jordan hurries out of the ring. Trent leans on the ropes and shouts to Jordan, who can do nothing but do a polishing motion over the face of the championship belt with a huge grin on his face. Trent stomps on the mat again, walking around the ring a few times, his face full of rage as the show fades out.
Due to time constraints, the first two matches have been combined to create a Fatal Four Way between Jones, Xtra, Lee, Friar, and Assassin. The five men all got some sort of reaction from the crowd, Jones got quite a few cheers. It was cool. Seems like the kid might have a future here. Anyway, the match was chock full of action. Jones swept the floor with Eric Lee for about a minute, while Friar held his own against Assassin and Xtra. He did pretty well, too, sending Mr. Xtra over the top rope and then whipping Assassin to the ropes, coming back and both men go over the top rope after Friar hits a Diving Cross Body.
Jones whips Lee into a corner, then comes in with an awesome Enziguiri, and it looks like Lee may have been knocked unconscious by it. He rolls out of the ring, and Black Friar comes back in, charging at Jones. Jones ducks out of the way and turns quickly, able to kick Friar in the chest, knocking him into a corner. He pulls him out and plants him with a DDT and covers. He almost gets to the three when Assassin comes back into the ring, pulling Jones off of Friar. Jones gets to his feet and hits Assassin with a few right hands before landing a Hurricanrana. Friar would have broken this up now, had Mr. Xtra not landed a Suplex. The Hurricanrana turns into a pin attempt, and Jones gets a two, but Xtra is able to break that up, too. Jones goes over to Xtra, clearly frustrated, and starts hitting him with some right hands. He whips him across the ring to the opposite corner, and runs back, connecting with a Monkey Flip and sending him to the center, perfectly on his back.
Jones looks around, nodding his head in approval at the bodies strewn across the ring now, then he picks Lee, who is just starting to stir again. He pulls him to his feet and pounds him in the side of the head a few times before pulling him to the corner and slamming his head into the turnbuckle. He does it again, then slams him onto his back on the mat. He goes over to Black Friar, who starts to fight back a bit, and whips Jones into the corner. Friar hits an Enziguiri on him now, and Jones is on his back for the first time all match. Friar grabs Xtra and connects with the Original Sin, his double knee facebuster, and covers him right away. He gets to a two on Xtra before Assassin is able to pull him off. Before you know it though, Jones is on the turnbuckle and comes off hitting his Spiral Tap, then he goes over to Lee who is getting up again and hits the AJ-Guiri! After all of this dominance, he hits his End Game on Eric Lee and gets the pinfall victory.
Winner: Alex Jones
The next match, Faith DeWinter against Nichole Clark, wasn't nearly as chaotic. Faith was ahead for the entirety of the match though, Nichole didn't stand a chance. Here's what we had. It all started with Faith charging across the ring and taking Nichole out with a crossbody. She covered, but didn't get anything. She picked Nichole up and whipped her into the corner, running and hitting Nichole with a dropkick. Nichole hit the mat hard, and Faith pulled her out of the corner of the mat and covered again. She didn't quite get two this time, and she pulled Nichole right back to her feet.
She whips Nichole into the corner and hops up, sending Nichole flying with a Tilt-a-Whirl Headscissors. She hurries over and grabs Nichole with both hands on Nichole's head, slamming her head into the mat a few times before getting to her feet again. She lifts Nichole up over her shoulders into Fireman's Carry position and walks around a bit, showcasing some strength, and when she gets dead center, she spins this out into a Sidewalk Slam that causes an eruption from the crowd. It was an awesome move. She covers again, but somehow, just some how, Nichole Clark is able to keep the match alive. Faith gets onto her knees and looks down at Nichole, who has that glazed over look on her face, like she's just about out of it. Faith shakes her head, saying "You disappoint me, love."
She picks Nichole up and looks around at the roaring crowd, then hits a few more sweet moves before she finishes the match off with her patented Frost Bite, a vicious Front Flip Piledriver. She picks up the win, and the crowd cheers her a bit as she holds her arms up in victory. They cheer her until she leaves the ring, not acknowledging them in any way, which kinda shuts them up. She smiles back down at Nichole Clark, who is rolling around the ring in pain and Faith just smiles and laughs, seeing the opponent who is clearly hurt.
Winner: Faith DeWinter
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The show opens to the opening guitar riff of the Bad Religion rendition of "White Christmas" as we get our video package, but with a snowy foreground. We see David Fraggle fighting with Jordan Keyser, we see Jordan Keyser breaking Sideshow's ankle, we see Trent Brown fighting with Gunner Hughes. Aquila Vox makes an appearance in the video package, as does Alex Jones. We end the package with Trent Brown standing over a downed Jordan Keyser, dropping the NAW Championship next to him and heading up the ramp with a smile.
We get to the arena, the music is cut out now, and we cut to the commentary booth, which is decked out in Christmas Lights, and there's a little tree sitting on one corner of the table, also decorated.
Gould: Hello, ladies and gentlemen... We're here at the final Pay-Per-View of 2013, as well as the final event of the year! We've got a huge card for you, including David Fraggle challenging Gunner Hughes for the Horizon Championship, and Trent Brown getting his shot at the NAW Championship!
Torres: Yeah, but I mean, the real question here is can either of these guys keep up with what the Public Enemies have had to offer lately? Because these guys are some of the best in the company, and they've just been totally steamrolling the opposition.
Gould: That's a great question, but as we saw, I'm pretty sure that at the very least, Trent Brown is sick of the way they've been doing things, and he'd be more than willing to do whatever it takes to make the change of champion.
Torres: True, but I've got my doubts, I would love to see how it plays out!
The cheering of the crowd is interrupted by Duran Duran's "Girls on Film" and the crowd immediately starts to ring out the boos.
Rebecca: The following match is scheduled for one fall, introducing first, from Preston, Idaho.... "The Headliner".... SARAH SNAP!
Sarah Snap appears, as usual, tripod in its case and camera in hand. She records the fans, and the giant screen changes to the camera perspective, showing the fans that it points at. She heads down the ramp and stops every so often to look in disbelief at some of the signs that she sees. She sets the camera up on the tripod, then gets into the ring, making sure the view is perfect. It's not quite right, so she has a cameraman fix it until she gives him a huge thumbs up. She backs into her corner as the music transitions to that of "Fight" by the Dirty Youth.
Rebecca: And her opponent...hailing from Rochester, New York.... The Nighthawk.... AQUILA VOX!
The opening riff of ‘Fight’ by The Dirty Youth cuts through the hum of the crowd as ‘The Nighthawk’ Aquila Vox steps out into view. She pounds a fist into each palm and then shakes her hands out at her sides, bounces on the balls of her feet. She uncorks a mischievous smile and nods, then strolls her way to the ring, throwing the occasional shadow boxing punch. She slithers under the bottom ropes and skips over to a corner, where she lifts a leg to the top buckle and does some last minute stretching, then climbs up and sits on the top buckle, raising her arms up to the heavens and imploring the crowd to get hyped. With one last nod and a smile she hops down, ready for business.
Aquila Vox vs Sarah Snap
The bell rings, and the two ladies start circling the ring. Snap goes for the first attack, diving after Vox, who is able to go forward and leap over her, executing a forward roll on the mat and getting up with a twirl. She leans into the corner which is directly behind her with a grin. Snap comes at her again, looking for a Dropkick, but Aquila steps off to the side, and Snap just hits the turnbuckle, going right down to the mat. Aquila grabs her by the hair and tosses her into the corner, throwing some forearms at her before pulling her from the corner and slamming her face down onto the mat. She rolls Snap over and covers.
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Snap kicks out of it.
Torres: She couldn't possibly have thought that would work.
Gould: Well Sarah Snap doesn't look to be fighting back at all, maybe she just assumed a quick surrender?
Torres: You do know what happens when you assume, don't you?
We hear a sigh from Gould as Sarah starts fighting back, kicking Aquila as she tries to do some sort of hold with the legs. This sends Aquila into the corner, and gives Sarah an opportunity to get back to her feet. She runs at Aquila and goes with a Double Knee Lift, hitting Aquila in the chest and jaw, and dropping her to her knees. Sarah does a back roll now, much like Aquila's forward roll at the beginning of the match, and finishes with a swift Buzzsaw Kick, all of it happening in one fluid motion, and Aquila is face down on the mat now, giving Sarah a second to take in the beauty of what her camera is recording.
Torres: Sarah Snap is so great at this whole recording thing. I wish her the best of luck in her film career.
Gould: What about her wrestling career?
Torres: She doesn't need luck in wrestling, she's got it all.
Sarah picks Aquila up and whips her into the ropes. She leans forward, ready for a scoop of Aquila, but Vox is able to stop herself just before she reaches Sarah. She does kick an unsuspecting Sarah in the jaw though, and Sarah goes right onto her back on the mat. Aquila smiles and goes to the corner, climbing up onto the second rope and coming off with a Leg Drop, rolling over and covering again.
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Another kickout by Sarah Snap!
Aquila grabs her by the hair, slamming her head into the mat a few times before covering again, but still no luck in getting the win. She grabs Sarah and whips her to the ropes, Sarah comes back and Aquila is able to send her across the ring and subsequently out onto the floor after a nice hurricanrana. Aquila gets to her feet and hops up and down a bit, the adrenaline high, and she runs to the opposite ropes, coming back and landing a brilliant Swan dive out of the ring and collapsing Sarah and herself! Referee Mark Lansing starts his count as both of the girls roll onto their stomachs. He is at four when they start getting to their feet, and they're back into the ring by six. Both of them still are lying on the mat, catching breath and collecting themselves. The crowd is alive though, clearly excited by this action.
Gould: This match isn't gonna end well. It could have a huge impact on both of their careers.
Torres: Well of course it will, Gould. Whoever wins is obviously going to be thought of as one of the toughest women to ever work for this company.
Aquila is to her feet first, and she walks over to the corner. She leans in the corner for a second, staring at Sarah, who is now getting to her feet, and she heads over for Aquila, who sits on the top turnbuckle. Aquila, thinking quickly, goes for a low impact Senton, but Sarah catches her, and is able to finish a poor Powerbomb, and they both hit the mat again for a few seconds. This time it's Sarah who gets to her feet, and she starts climbing to the top turnbuckle. It's not long before Aquila is up though, and she runs for the ropes. As Sarah gets to the top, Aquila is able to hop up, Springboard off the rope right next to the turnbuckle and twirl around, sending both of the ladies into the guardrail right into their spines! They both lie helpless and lifeless on the floor outside, and the crowd is chanting "HOLY SHIT! HOLY SHIT!"
Gould: Oh my God, I think they're hurt.
Lansing waits a second, but after seeing no movement from either woman, he calls for the bell to ring. A medical crew comes down and starts checking on the ladies as the crowd starts to quiet down, seeing the situation that has arisen.
Torres: That was a huge impact, and I'm pretty sure I heard both of them hit that guardrail. It was pretty bad.
The medical crew is able to get both women to their feet, and both of them are able to head up the ramp slowly, the medical crews their more for guidance and balance than actual physical support.
Rebecca: This match has been decided as no contest...
As they head up the ramp, we cut to the back offices, where we see Alex Morgan, sitting in his office, watching the big New Year's Eve special that's always on, when Mateusz Bartkowiak comes in.
Morgan: Hey! Matty B, how's your night going?
Mateusz: Boss, I'm doing alright, but I maybe had some ideas for the next big show? St. Valentine's whatever.
Morgan: Okay, Matty, I'm all ears.
Morgan grabs his drink, which is in the typical 12 oz glass you'd get at the bar.
Mateusz: Is that alcohol?
Morgan: Well...it's kind of a cocktail, I guess. It's a virgin Rum & Coke...
He takes a sip and the joke seems to have gone over Mateusz's head. Mateusz just shakes his head and shuts the door behind him, leaving the camera outside as we cut to the commentary table, where we see Gould and Torres again.
Gould: Well that was a pretty huge impact to end that match, and if we hear anything bad about these two ladies, we will be sure to let you know. Anyway, tonight's show is brought to you by Red Lobster, and we want you all to know that the rumors about Red Lobster closing in the last few days are just that.
Torres: That's right, those bastards online trying to scare me like that. It's also brought to you by all of our sponsors back home, Yuengling, Sheetz, and Wilkes University.
Gould: And we still have a huge night ahead of you, as we have a Six Man Christmas Gift Match, a Toy Shop Brawl, and a Bad Santa Match for the NAW Championship!
We get back to the arena and Rebecca Martin and Eddie Higgins both stand in the center of the ring. The crowd is on their feet as Rebecca clears her throat.
Rebecca: The following match is a Holiday Gift Match! Similar to a ladder match, the winner of the match takes control of, and unwraps and opens the gift suspended above the ring!
The crowd cheers as Eddie Higgins sets up the gift so that the bow on top of the box hangs from the harness that goes up into the air, 15-20 feet from the canvas of the ring. The camera pans out as fans take pictures of the huge box, and Rebecca continues smiling. "Badass" by Saliva hits, and the crowd immediately boos loudly, knowing who is on his way to the ring. Mac Bane appears on the stage and looks at the booing fans, shaking his head as he goes down the ramp, staring right at the present hanging above the ring, his business face on, as usual.
Rebecca: Introducing first...MAC BANE!
Bane gets into the ring and walks around as his music fades out and "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed hits. The crowd just continues to boo as "Godly" Ken Davison apears from behind the curtain, a smirk on his face. He waves arrogantly to the booing fans and makes his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: Introducing next... "GODLY" KEN DAVISON!
Davison slides into the ring and he gives a nod to Mac Bane, who just stares right back at him. "Search and Destroy" by Metallica hits, and the fans for the first time in these intros, doesn't erupt in a booing chorus. It isn't loud cheers, but it's a much warmer welcome than either of the other two got. Chris cooper appears on the stage and looks around at the fans, giving a nod and starting on his way down the ramp.
Rebecca: And now... The Texas Terror.... CHRIS COOPER!
Cooper rolls into the ring and stands across the ring from the other two men, who get into their fighting stance just in case. As this happens, Metallica fades out, and "Night of the Wolf" by Saxon hits. Davey Vansen appears on stage, dropping his jacket on the stage and just heading right down the ramp, pointing to the gift hanging from the rafters and mouthing something inaudibly, Davison just shaking his head and looking back up at the gift after.
Rebecca: And now... The Knight... DAVEY VANSEN!
Vansen slides into the ring and stares at Cooper, then at the two members of the Public Enemies in the ring. "Night of the Wolf" makes way for "Shoots and Ladders" by Korn as Garvan Bryant appears on stage, to the loudest reaction of the night so far, looking around at the fans. He doesn't necessarily approve of them, but they do welcome him a bit. He heads down the ramp and starts mouthing to everyone in the ring.
Rebecca: From Ireland.... GARVAN BRYANT!
Garvan climbs up onto the ring apron and looks at everyone in the ring before getting in. He keeps himself away from everyone and makes sure he can easily defend himself from any angle. "Eye of the Tiger" takes the place of "Shoots and Ladders" now and Jason Price appears from behind the curtain, a smile on his face. The crowd cheers him on and he heads down the ramp, high fiving a few people.
Rebecca: And finally.... JASON PRICE!
Christmas Gift Match
Price slides into the ring and Davison wastes no time attacking him, and the brawl begins, with all six guys forming a giant pile in the ring. The bell goes and Rebecca gets out of dodge as quickly as possible. After about a minute, things get separated, and we have a couple smaller brawls going on. Cooper is taking on Mac Bane by himself, and Garvan Bryant and Davey Vansen have taken to attacking Ken Davison. Jason Price is left with nobody, and he kind of watches the whole thing go on before hitting Bane with a Clothesline that sends both of them over the top rope. Cooper turns around and charges, hitting Bryant with a boot, and this gets Vansen taking on Davison one on one. On the outside, Mac Bane is back in control against price, whipping him into the guardrail, and Price goes over it into a few fans.
Torres: Ya know, if these guys aren't careful, one of these days, we're gonna get sued.
Price gets to his feet and is patted on the back by some fans, but he doesn't let it distract him and he comes over the guardrail after Bane. Bane catches him though, holding him sideways as if setting him up for a Fallaway Slam, but instead he charges the pole and slams Price into it, almost crushing his spine it looks like. Price howls in pain, and Mac proceeds to slam him onto the ring stairs, then he climbs onto the apron, being sure to use Price as a step up and gets into the ring, where he is met by some right hands from Chris Cooper. Cooper whips him into a far corner, and is blindsided by a missile dropkick from Davison out of nowhere! Davison runs over and hits Cooper in the face with a low dropkick, and when he gets up, he is taken out by a Clothesline from Garvan Bryant!
Gould: This is an absolute mess, I can't figure out who's doing a thing, and the match is going to quick to actually call it.
Torres: You don't call matches anyway, Gould. You just whine when the guy you want to win isn't getting his way. Oh man, there's a huge double clothesline from Bane that sends Bryant and Vansen over the top rope!
Bane turns around and sees Davison bringing the ladder into the ring. He slides it in and Bane sets it up. He gets ready to climb it, then sees Davison climbing it on the other side. Before either of them can argue about who's going to grab the belt, Davison is pulled to the mat by Jason Price, who still can't stand up quite straight after what Bane put him through earlier in the match. Bane gets off the ladder and stares Price down through it, eventually just tossing it off to the side as he and Price get face to face. Price throws a punch, but Bane catches his hand and starts twisting it, Price trying to turn it back, but Bane won't let him. Bane hits him with a shot to the gut, then an elbow to the face. Price falls onto one knee and Bane boots him in the face again, laying him out flat.
Gould: Mac Bane is just taking out the entire competition here in this match!
Torres: Bane is an animal, Gould!
Bane turns around, letting out a loud battle cry-style shout, and sees Garvan Bryant charging for him. He braces himself and is able to plant Bryant into the mat with a Powerslam, getting right back to his feet. Davison gets to his feet after collecting himself for a while, runs and springboards off the top rope, hitting Chris Cooper with a cross body. He gets up and is clocked in the side of the face by Vansen, who hits him with a few right hands before sending him into the ring stairs with a loud THUD. Vansen slides into the ring, hitting Mac Bane with a few rights. They send Bane stepping backward, but after he gets himself steady, he hits Vansen right in the chest, and Vansen drops like a bag of rocks. Bryant is to his feet now and is able to hit an unsuspecting Mac Bane with a Tornado DDT, and gets to his feet, holding his arms out. He picks up the ladder and sets it up, starting to climb it.
Gould: Oh, here we go, Garvan could potentially win this one!
Garvan gets almost to the top when he sees that Jason Price is coming up the other side. He perches on the top rung of the ladder as Price gets to the top. The two of them hit each other with some right hands, and a huge shot from Bryant knocks Price down a couple of rungs. Garvan perches himself at the top of the ladder, and Price starts going for him again. Brant kciks him and he lets go of Bryant's leg, and Bryant then dives down, grabbing Price, and landing a Sunset Flip Powerbomb off of the ladder, and the crowd blows the roof off of the place!
Torres: Holy shit! That could be the impact of the night, Gould!
Gould: I'm honestly surprised that he didn't send Price through the mat with the power of that slam.
As both men lie on the mat for a few seconds, Chris Cooper is able to slide back into the ring. He starts climbing up the ladder as Mac Bane starts to stir. Bane grabs the bottom rung of the ladder and pulls himself to his feet, supporting himself on the ladder. He climbs it slowly, just a rung behind Cooper as he starts picking up his pace. They finally meet at the top simultaneously, and start punching each other back and forth. Bane hits a hard right and almost knocks Cooper off, but Cooper comes back with an elbow that does the same. Finally, Davey Vansen tips the ladder over, and both men jump off, both of them going over the top rope onto the floor outside. Bane grabs his ankle and Cooper grabs the back of his neck, both of them rolling around a bit.
Torres: Both of these men went down hard, and I'm not sure that either of them are gonna be a huge factor in this match any more!
Torres: Mac Bane is an awesome competitor, Gould. Unless he's dead, I don't think you should even think about counting him out!
Vansen and Bryant are going shot for shot now until Ken Davison comes running and hits both of them with simultaneous clotheslines! He stomps on Vansen a few times before coming to the nearby ropes, bouncing off and turning, hitting Bryant with a springboard shin kick to the face, and he grabs the ladder, setting it up. Price is able to come behind him though, slamming him with a Full Nelson slam, and looks around to see that everyone is currently grounded. He picks up Vansen and plants him with a DDT, then goes over to Bryant, who is starting to get to his feet. Price grabs Bryant and whips him into the corner. He takes a few steps around to see if everyone else is out, then runs at the corner to hit Bryant with a clothesline, but Bryant gets a boot up and is able to knock Price flat on his back with it. He comes out of the corner and hits Vansen, who is slowly coming to his feet, then he is able to set up the ladder again.
Torres: Here we go! Garvan Bryant could get the win right here, looks like he's got the time!
Bryant starts climbing up the ladder, but Price is able to get himself rolling pretty quickly, and is a few rungs behind Bryant. As Bryant reaches for the belt, Price pulls on his foot. Bryant looks down and sees him, then starts kicking him away. Price keeps pulling though, and eventually, Bryant loses his balance. He comes off the ladder, but is able to spin around and hit Price in the throat and both men hit the mat. When Bryant hits the mat though, it's easy to see he landed awkwardly, and he rolls off to the side of the ring, clutching his ankle. Davey Vansen looks to be going kinda high risk for Bryant as we see Ken Davison slowly making his way to the top of the ladder. Davison sees Vansen though and not quite at the top, turns around and dives off, spinning after he reaches Vansen and plants him on the outside with a Tornado DDT!
CROWD: "THIS IS AWESOME! *clap-clap, clap-clap-clap*"
Vansen and Davison lie flat on the outside as Chris Cooper starts getting to his feet. Mac Bane does some quick damage control though, and is able to take him out with his patented BUA DDT. Cooper looks to be just about unconscious as Mac Bane and Jason Price both climb to the top of the ladder. They reach the top at the same exact time, and start hitting each other with some right hands. Neither one seems to want to budge though, and eventually, Mac Bane grabs Jason Price and connects with a Fisherman's Suplex off the ladder, sending Price to the floor outside and Bane guillotines himself on the ropes. All six men lie motionless around the ring now, the crowd still chanting.
Gould: Jesus. These guys are killing themselves over this.
Torres: But the prize is definitely worth it, I'm sure.
Gould: Any idea what's in the box?
Torres: I dunno...hopefully a first aid kit, because these guys are gonna need it.
Garvan Bryant is the first to his feet, but he continually just manages to limp, which is slowing him down. He starts climbing the ladder slowly, that weak ankle not helping his case very much. Ken Davison is up now and he clutches his back a bit, leaning on the guardrail. The pain of that seems to go away though as he sees Garvan Bryant, and he slides into the ring and up the ladder on the other side. Bryant is trying to get the present off of the harness and Davison is able to catch him, grabbing his arm and pressing it down to his side, then hitting Garvan with a headbutt. Garvan loses his footing and drops down a rung on the ladder before catching himself, and Davison is able to leap frog over the top rung of the ladder, seated over Bryant, and sends him down with a tilt-a-whirl headscissors that once again leaves them motionless, and nobody is moving again. Cooper and Bane are the next to stir though, and not long after, Price gets into the ring. These three men alternate punching each other before Vansen starts moving on the outside. Price sees him stir, but doesn't do anything, as he starts getting both Cooper and Bane with good right hands before sending them both to the mat with a Double Clothesline. He sees Vansen who is now in the ring and connects with the Enforcer after a short squabble.
Gould: What an impact Jason Price is having on this match!
Davison is in the ring now, and he fights with Cooper as Bane and Price climb the ladder. They both get to the top and stare each other down until Davison is able to get Price distracted. This gives Bane opportunity that is taken nicely, and he is able to get the gift off of the harness, unwrapping it and tossing the box, holding in his hand a folded up stapled packet of papers. Price doesn't realize he's too late, and tips the ladder, but the bell rings anyway.
Rebecca: Here is your winner, and the next number one contender for the NAW Horizon Championship.... MAC BANE!
"Badass" by Saliva hits as all hell breaks loose between Cooper, Price, Davison, and Bane, who are brawling it out in the center of the ring until the security team finally gets into the ring and is able to separate everyone.
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We come back to the arena after a short little teaser of what 2014 has to offer NAW, including several different shots of the building that is the NAW Arena. When it comes back, the crowd is on their feet as we see Rebecca Martin standing in the ring by herself, no official this time.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, the next contest is a Toy Shop Brawl! The men will not be competing inside this arena, but instead in a toy shop nearby. We have a referee that we've hired specifically for the event who is also with them to officiate the action, and everything will be visible on the screen. It is for the NAW Horizon Championship and will be contested between Gunner Hughes and "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
Gunner Hughes vs David Fraggle
The crowd cheers as the lights dim and the screen comes to life, showing both Gunner and Fraggle. Gunner holds the NAW Horizon Championship and holds it right in front of the camera, taking the entirety of the screen. The crowd boos, and Gunner pulls back, handing the belt to the referee. The ref takes it off screen and comes back a few seconds later. Before the referee says for the match to start, we get a pan around view of the toy shop. Handcrafted toys, from stuffed animals, to cars, to planes, to anything you can imagine, adorn the entirety of the room. Gunner starts on one side, looking around at the place in disgust, whereas David Fraggle looks ready for things to get underway. The ref yells for the match to start, and the two men make their way toward each other. Gunner goes right for Fraggle, hitting him hard with a Clothesline after Fraggle runs at him, leveling the much smaller competitor.
Torres: Well that didn't take very long. This should be a quick win, eh?
Gunner picks Fraggle up and lifts him with a scoop, carrying him and slamming him hard onto the floor. Fraggle grasps his spine immediately, feeling intense pain, and Gunner goes for a cover.
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Kickout by Fraggle!
Gould: Not so fast, Mr. Hughes. Fraggle is a great competitor and isn't gonna go down so easy.
Gunner grabs Fraggle by his hair and slams his head off of a table once. He does it again. He goes to do it a third time, but Fraggle is able to wiggle loose and get behind him. He hits Gunner in the spine with a Dropkick, and Gunner gets sent over the table onto the floor on the other side. Fraggle hurries to his feet and hops onto the table. He hops off and hits Gunner with a crossbody, getting right back up. Gunner gets up to and Fraggle grabs a wooden airplane. He moves it around like he's flying it and then throws it in Gunner's face. Gunner is able to swat it away and it breaks into a few pieces on the floor. Gunner chases Fraggle around now, Fraggle being agile enough that he can climb onto tables and jump off with great ease. He dives off of one and does a forward roll under another table, searching the table. He finally grabs a giant plastic candy cane, then charges Gunner with it. He ducks under Gunner looking for a clothesline, and smashes the candy cane over Gunner's spine. Gunner shows minimal pain though, and it looks more like a wasted effort on Fraggle's part than anything else.
Torres: Foolish little man, Fraggle is. Now what?
Gunner turns around and clocks Fraggle hard with a right hook. Fraggle goes down like a bag of rocks, and Gunner grabs a wiffleball bat. He waits for Fraggle to get up, and Fraggle does get up in a few seconds, then he comes around behind his dazed opponent and starts choking Fraggle out with the bat. Fraggle squirms and wiggles around, but can't seem to get loose, so he focuses for a second and kicks backward, hitting Gunner in the shin. He does it again, and the big man lets go, and Fraggle is able to get away. Fraggle gets up and catches his breath, closing his eyes, and Gunner waves for him to come back, holding the bat like he's ready to get a ball pitched to him. Fraggle waits to come to him, and Gunner gets impatient, starting on his way toward Fraggle instead. Fraggle jumps onto a nearby ledge and comes off with a Missile Dropkick, and both men hit the floor hard. Fraggle scrambles around and grabs the bat, and when Gunner gets up, Fraggle swings it, doing no more than denting the bat. He swings a couple times, but it never gets any better for him.
Torres: This fool never ever learns, does he?
Fraggle finally swings low, hitting Gunner with very little wind resistance from the swing and hits him right in the crotch, having a greater effect than anything that Fraggle has done all match. Gunner drops to his knees and Fraggle points toward the proverbial outfield, then swings for the fences, hitting Gunner right in the temple and laying him flat. He acts like he's baserunning now, jumping onto a small trampoline, coming off with a moonsault and covering.
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Kickout by Gunner! Fraggle hits him with some right hands repeatedly, then goes down for another attempt at a cover.
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Gould: Fraggle looks like he's getting close to figuring out how to beat Gunner. He could do it tonight!
Torres: Doubtful, Gould. Gunner has the strength. Gunner has the power. Fraggle is just not as good as Gunner.
Fraggle gets onto his knees and looks doubtingly at the ref, who assures him it was a two, and he heaves a sigh. He grabs Gunner by the hair and pulls him to his feet, planting him with a DDT. He covers again, but it's still not enough. Fraggle pounds the floor once as he gets to his feet. He runs around the little shop, looking for the perfect weapon. He tosses aside toy after toy, finally grabbing a yo-yo.
Torres: What's he gonna do with that, trick him to death?
Fraggle starts playing with the yo-yo as Gunner gets to his feet. Fraggle then starts sending it toward Gunner's face, Gunner keeps backing away from it, it moving to quick for him to swat it. Fraggle finally gets it to wrap around Gunner's throat, pulling to choke Gunner until the string breaks, and he ditches the yo-yo then, diving at Gunner, who is now distracted, and taking him out with a spear. He hits Gunner with some right hands and covers again.
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Fraggle looks incredibly frustrated as he gets to his feet and steps on Gunner's throat, pressing down. Gunner grabs the ankle though, and in an incredible show of strength, starts pushing Fraggle's boot away, before finally with one final heave, shoving, and sending Fraggle off of his feet. He gets up and Fraggle runs at him, and just in time, Gunner is able to hit the Buckshot!
Gould: It's over! Jesus, that was a huge impact!
Torres: The big bastard did it! I can't believe this!
Gunner doesn't go for a cover though. Instead he grabs Fraggle by the hair and pulls him to a clearing, hitting him with a few forearms to the head before lifting him up and slamming him to the floor with a Powerbomb. He spots a table that is just covered with toys, and lifts him right back up, never letting go from the Powerbomb, and carries him over to it over his shoulders. He looks for another, but Fraggle is able to counter it into a Hurricanrana, putting Gunner through the table and Fraggle lands on top of him! Fraggle isn't quite able to stay balanced to cover though, so both men wind up on the floor, breathing heavy, not moving.
Torres: Why did he not capitalize on that?
Fraggle rolls around on the floor in pain, and Gunner does the same until he is able to pull himself up with the help of the counter of the shop. He leans on the counter and Fraggle charges at him, Gunner sidestepping him and Fraggle goes headfirst into the cash register, and the drawer comes open, cash flying through the air. Gunner grabs Fraggle by the hair again and looks to slam his head into the register, but Fraggle is able to hold himself still with enough force to counteract Gunner, and takes a step back, then knees Gunner in the stomach. He moves off and with a spin, he looks for the Fraggle Rock Drop, but Gunner shifts his weight and is able to send Fraggle onto the counter with a back body drop. He waits patiently, and Fraggle starts getting up, Gunner connects with another Buckshot and covers.
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Fraggle picks his shoulder up off the mat literally a millisecond too late, and Gunner gets to his feet, grabbing the belt and holding it up, then shoving it right in front of the camera before the screen cuts out and the house lights come back on.
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Trent Brown vs Jordan Keyser
The crowd is on their feet as "The Gael" by Maclean hits the PA system. The crowd cheers for Trent Brown, who appears moments later, his wife Katherine by his side. They hold hands on the stage, Katherine with her warm smile that the fans all love. They head down the ramp slowly, Trent looking absolutely ready for an intense battle.
Rebecca: The last match of the evening is a Bad Santa match, is scheduled for one fall, and is for the NAW Championship! Introducing first, the challenger, from Dublin, Ireland... Being accompanied by his wife Katherine.... TRENT BROWN!
The two of them get to the bottom of the ramp, Katherine greeting a few fans, and Trent gives her a quick kiss before he gets into the ring. She stands at ringside, a huge smile on her face as Trent goes to his corner and awaits the opposition. "Warrior's Call" fades out and all the attention is brought back to the stage. After a few seconds, "King of Kings" begins to play, and nothing has ever been louder than the booing chorus of fans right now.
Torres: Here he is, Gould! The big man! The NAW Champion!
The pyros go off in the form of two golden streams that form a big X on either side of the stage a few times. When the smoke clears, we see Jordan Keyser standing atop the stage, championship belt hanging over his shoulder. He smirks as the fans continue to boo him, and he just stands on the stage, looking out at the arena of fans.
Gould: It's a wonder that he's considering come down here without his little clan of goons.
Torres: Please, Gould. The man is a respectable wrestler, how dare you assume that he'd need them or even want them with him for this.
Jordan starts making his way down the ramp, showing off his belt to the fans who hate him. He smiles as he gets into the ring, holding the belt high.
Rebecca: And his opponent... From Neuces County, Texas... He is your NAW Champion.... The Executioner... JORDAN KEYSER!
Keyser hands the belt to Eddie Higgins, who makes sure it gets to the timekeeper's table, and stands opposite Trent, who stares him down. As "King of Kings" fades out, both men get ready to go after each other when more music interrupts and they both look slightly frustrated.
Torres: The party can't start without Santa!
Gould: Yeah, he's definitely a big part of the match I guess.
Santa Claus appears on the stage, letting out a loud, jolly, laugh. He smiles his bright smile as he waves out a man with a push cart, pushing the giant bag full of weapons down the ramp, standing at ringside as the music fades and he gives Eddie Higgins the nod. Higgins calls for the bell and this match is underway. The guys circle the ring and Jordan looks to lock up, but Trent goes for the aggressive approach, shoving Jordan and running at him, hitting him hard with a takedown and a few right hands. He gets to his feet and pulls Jordan up, whipping him into the corner. He runs to the corner and Jordan puts a foot up, booting Trent in the jaw.
Torres: The oaf needs to be more careful, he's gonna get himself hurt one day because he doesn't think before he tries to kill you.
Gould: He's looking for gold, Jim.
Torres: So it's pent up frustration? There are other ways to let that out.
Trent shakes his head to get everything going right, and it's enough time for Jordan to come at him and take him out with a running clothesline. He hits Trent with a few stomps before picking him up. He whips him into the ropes, and Trent comes back, meeting Jordan with a clothesline of his own. He picks Jordan up and Jordan shoves him, then is able to hit him with a Roundhouse kick. He smiles down at his opponent as Santa dives in and starts searching through his huge bag. After a few seconds, he pulls out a small cane. He hands it right to Jordan and as Trent starts getting up, Jordan swings it, hitting him in the side. He swings it again, but Trent is able to catch it. The two tug for a minute before Trent shoves it instead of pulling, hitting Jordan in the gut with it. He takes it and swings at the legs, taking Jordan down, then hits him in the stomach with a few hard swings before going for a cover.
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Kickout by Jordan! Trent gets up slowly, looking slightly frustrated as he kicks the cane out of the ring. Katherine gives him some encouragement, and he smiles at her. While he's preoccupied, Santa hands Jordan a pair of brass knuckles.
Gould: This seems odd, Santa keeps giving Jordan weapons directly.
Torres: Maybe he just has to ask for them? Jordan's being resourceful.
Jordan gets to his feet and when Trent turns around, he lands a right hand into the jaw, flattening Trent. He chuckles and covers Trent, hooking the leg.
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TW--Kickout!
Torres: How do you kick out of a shot to the jaw with those on? Even Santa is surprised!
Trent moves his jaw around, holding it in pain as Jordan gets up, shocked that he didn't get the win right there. He grabs Trent by the hair and Trent shoves him, then forces him into the corner with a bunch of right hands. He whips Jordan into the other corner and charges after, hitting him with a vicious corner clothesline. He pulls Jordan to the center of the ring, then plants him with a DDT. He covers, but still can't pick up the victory. He sighs and reaches for a weapon, Santa handing him a bat. He swings it and hits Jordan right in the ribs, then he swings and hits him again with it.
Torres: There, ya happy? Santa handed him a bat, and he's beating the snot out of Jordan with it. Come on, this isn't fair!
He lines the bat up with Jordan's face, swinging with all his might, but Jordan is able to roll out of the way and Trent eats a bunch of recoil after hitting the bare canvas with the bat. Jordan gets up, nursing his ribs and leans in the corner. Trent throws the bat off to the side and beckons for Jordan to come at him. Jordan does, and Trent lifts him and scoops him over his big body, Jordan landing hard on the mat behind Trent after a back body drop. Trent smirks and plants an elbow into Jordan's chest, covering.
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A shoulder up by Jordan! Trent looks absolutely shocked and infuriated that he didn't get the victory, and goes so far as arguing with Eddie Higgins for a minute. Higgins holds the two fingers up and starts yelling back at Trent. Trent shakes his head and turns around, and Jordan is slowly working to his feet using help from the ropes. Trent comes at him and hits him with a few right hands, and Jordan makes it a point to intentionally fall out onto the apron and he drops down onto the floor, rolling around in pain.
Gould: Looks like Trent has the NAW Champion right where he wants him.
Torres: This is a sick display, can someone give Jordan a minute to recooperate?
Gould: What? You don't get timeouts in wrestling!
Jordan leans against the guardrail and Trent runs to the opposite ropes, bouncing back and looking for a suicide dive between the top two ropes, but Jordan is able to duck out of the way and trent hits the guardrail essentially headfirst, flattening him, and Jordan falls over as well. Both men are on the floor for a minute, rolling around in pain, and Jordan slowly starts getting to his feet. He leans on the guardrail, and Trent also starts slowly getting to his feet. Trent looks almost out of it, and he takes a step away from the rail, stumbling a little bit. Jordan is able to come at him and hit him with some right hands before planting him with a DDT onto the floor.
Gould: Someone is seriously going to get hurt if they don't move the action back into the ring.
Both men still lie on the floor as long as they can to collect themselves, Jordan getting up and pulling Trent to his feet again. He looks to throw Trent into a set of nearby ring stairs, but Trent is able to put an arm out and instead catapults himself over them, doing slightly less damage than running into them. Jordan is able to run over now and jumps onto the stairs, jumping off and looing for a dropkick from them, knocking down a kneeling Trent. The crowd starts getting behind Trent with a "Raw...Power...Raw...Power" chant. Jordan yells for the fans to shut up, and it makes them louder. Jordan picks Trent up and hits him hard with some right hands, Trent using the guardrail for support. Jordan goes for another big shot, but instead Trent is able to catch the hand, spin Jordan around, and shove him into the ring post. Jordan goes shoulder first into it, and is down on the floor again, as Trent leans on the guardrail to catch his breath.
Torres: Ouch. Jordan's gotta pick it up, we're counting on him to show everyone why Trent shouldn't be a champion.
Gould: Why shouldn't Trent be a champion? He works hard and dedicates himself to the craft. Perfect image of a champ.
Torres: You're not the brightest crayon in the box, are ya, Gould?
Trent walks over to Santa, who proceeds to hand him a trash can lid. Trent smirks as he walks over to the downed Jordan, and lays his head on the ring stairs. He lifts the lid and swings it down over Jordan's head...but Jordan rolls out of the way and Trent eats recoil again. Trent swings again and hits Jordan in the spine with it, then again. While Jordan is flat, Trent takes a moment to smile at Katherine and look over at the title belt. He grabs Jordan and rolls him into the ring, then slides in after. He rolls Jordan to the center of the ring and covers.
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Kickout!
Gould: How is that even possible?
Torres: Jordan Keyser shows us all why he's the champ again!
Trent looks almost devastated that Jordan isn't done, and sits on his knees for a few seconds. Katherine slaps the mat a few times, yelling to Trent that he's got this in the bag, and he nods to her, grabbing Jordan by his hair and pulling him to his feet. He grabs Jordan by the arm and climbs up to the top turnbuckle. He twists the arm and starts to walk across the top rope, keeping his balance very nicely for a man of his size, and just as he's about to jump off for an attack, Santa climbs up onto the apron and shakes the rope, causing Trent to crotch the ropes and fall to the outside of the ring! He slides a chair into the ring and Jordan grabs it, slowly getting to his feet. He runs and tosses the chair up, dropkicking the chair and going through between the top two ropes, hitting Trent in the face with it as he slowly gets to his feet. Jordan grins as he rolls Trent into the ring, and he stands up on the apron. Trent stumbles to his feet, and Jordan connects with the Perfect Execution, covering and hooking the leg!
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THREE!
Rebecca: Your winner, and still NAW Champion.... JORDAN KEYSER!
The entire arena erupts with boos as Jordan gets to his feet, leaning on the ropes with a huge smile on his face. The Santa runs over and grabs the belt, handing it to Jordan and holding his arm up high. Jordan stands in the center of the ring as red and green confetti falls from the rafters, and Jordan soaks in the limelight as the crowd still continues to boo. After a few seconds though, Santa is forced to turn around, his hat and beard ripped off, revealing it to be Isaac Bloom. Trent stares Bloom in the eye and hits his signature move Raw Power, and just as he turns to Jordan, Jordan hurries out of the ring. Trent leans on the ropes and shouts to Jordan, who can do nothing but do a polishing motion over the face of the championship belt with a huge grin on his face. Trent stomps on the mat again, walking around the ring a few times, his face full of rage as the show fades out.