Post by Alice White on Jan 16, 2014 16:28:22 GMT -5
To open the show, we see Malcolm Gould standing in the center of the NAW Arena's ring. The arena is absolutely packed, and the crowd is electric. Gould's smile is unable to ever be matched it seems. He holds continues to soak in the applause until the crowd realizes he want to speak, and they start to quiet down.
Gould: Thank you all so much. Alex Morgan wanted me to do this, and I want to do it right, so here goes... Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the NAW Arena! This arena is custom built for wrestling, and features some of the best things imaginable. A state of the art sound system, pyrotechnics, lights, a huge video screen, and above all, you guys! You make this company what it is, and I'm so happy to see a full arena for the first ever show here! It's you guys that we do this for, and we want to make this night memorable for you, and kick off the new year right, so please, enjoy the show!
The screen fades into the Meltdown intro package, except this package features moments specifically from the latest show-to-date, Holiday Fear. We see Mac Bane hitting Chris Cooper with the BUA, Gunner and Fraggle throwing shots in a Toy Shop, Trent Brown attacking Isaac Bloom, and Alex Morgan in a Santa Hat. We see several more shots from throughout the night, all while Steve Vai's "Now We Run" plays. It comes back to the arena, and the crowd is still alive, but this time, instead of Malcolm Gould in the ring, we have pyros going off all over the arena for the crowd's entertainment.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of NAW Meltdown! We're here at the NAW Arena to kick off 2014, and dammit, we're gonna do it in style! I'm Malcolm Gould, alongside my colleague and partner, Jim Torres!
Torres: We've got a great show for you all ladies and gents, featuring not one, not two, not three, but four members of the Public Enemies in action tonight over the course of three matches!
Gould: On top of that we have Aquila Vox back in action after her terrible spill at Holiday Fear, and the debut of a member of our ring crew since we started touring, Mr. Matt Lane!
Torres: Lane's a good kid, I just hope he knows how to keep to himself or get behind the Enemies so as not to wind up getting himself hurt.
Gould: I know Matt, we're good friends, and he's gonna do just fine in NAW. I think it's the perfect fit for him.
The music and pyros stop and the lights come back to normal, but right away, we cut to the backstage area, where we see Morgan walking down a hall. He's looking through some paperwork when he hears his name being called from behind him.
Mateusz: Mr. Morgan! Wait up!
Bartkowiak comes up from behind Morgan, who stops and looks at him.
Mateusz: Mr. Morgan, I'm slightly worried. Are you aware that all the matches involving Public Enemies members were won by Public Enemies members? I think they might actually take over the company.
Morgan: Matty, I promise you that I have this whole situation under control. Let them think what they may, but what matters is that I've got some plans for this place, and it involves getting rid of the Public Enemies, which I will be doing. But in the meantime, have you seen Bloom? I need a word with him regarding what happened at the end of Holiday Fear.
Mateusz: I haven't seen Bloom, but if I do, I will send him right at you, boss.
Morgan: Good. Thanks a lot.
Morgan pats Mateusz on the back and continues heading down the hallway, still clearly looking out for Bloom as we cut back to the main arena. When we get back, the guitar riff of "Small Town Minds" by MxPx hits the system, and the crowd turns their attention to the stage, where after some very small explosions hit the stage all over, we see Matt Lane run out from behind the curtain, followed closely by his manager and girlfriend, Olivia Milton.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, our first match is a triple threat match, and is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin... Being accompanied by Olivia Milton... Matt Lane!
Lane kind of runs down the ramp, smiling and waving at all the fans, and stopping at the bottom of the ramp. He looks around at the packed arena as he ascends the ring steps, holding his arms up and motioning for the crowd to get excited. It kind of works a bit, and they start to make some kind of noise. He gets into the ring as Olivia walks around to the side, giving a little kid a kiss on the cheek making him blush. The mom and dad both give warm smiles though as she tells them how cute their little boy is, and she turns her attention back to the ring as Matt Lane gets himself ready for action as his music fades out.
The lights shut off as the start of Voodoo Johnsons "Another White Lie" comes on, white strobe lights flash with the drum beat of the opening untill....
YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHH!
Rebecca: His opponent, from Dallas, Texas..... The Prince of Perfection.... Alex Jones!
A spotlight shines on the entranceway. Alex Jones emerges wearing a black shirt with "prince of perfection" written on it. He walks down to the ring and leaps onto the apron sliding across it before getting into the ring and leaping onto the second rope instigating the crowd. He jumps down and runs to the opposite corner and does the same as the music dies down. He and Lane stare at each other for a few seconds, the crowd seemingly cheering both of them on as we finally get to the final entrant.
Rebecca: And their opponent....from Boston, Massachusetts.... "Godly" Ken Davison!
The opening guitar riffs of "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed fill the arena as “Godly” Ken Davison steps through the curtain, posing with his arms out like a cross. He smiles, as if the jeers of the audience were actually cheers. Davison's face quickly turns serious and he begins to walk methodically down to the ring. He circles the ring, stopping at each corner to pose in front of the fans. Finally, he slides into the ring and stands in the center with his arms out. The lights go down and a spotlight focuses on Davison in the ring. A red laser circles the ring before finally settling on Davison's forehead. The sound of a gunshot cuts off the music and the arena goes dark. In a few moments, the lights come back on with Davison still standing in the middle of the ring, without his robe and ready for battle.
Gould: This isn't the first match in NAW for Jones or Davison, but this is the first match of Lane's entire career, and he's in the ring with a couple of today's best wrestlers.
Torres: Lane is a great kid, and he works hard, he really does, but Morgan has him set up for failure right here. You don't put a guy against two guys like this in his first ever match, it's actually kinda ridiculous.
Alex Jones vs Ken Davison vs Matt Lane
The bell rings, and the three men look at each other, seeing who to go for first. Lane and Jones both start to head toward each other, with Jones at the last second turning to clock Davison, who is caught off guard. He takes a few steps back in surprise, but doesn't go down until Lane and Jones both go for him and start double teaming him. Lane starts wailing on Davison, which gives Jones an opportunity to sit back and not wear himself down. Lane picks Davison up, hitting him with a right hand which knocks him into the corner. He backs up, then runs, looking for an Enziguiri in the corner. Davison ducks out of the way, so Lane doesn't connect. He does manage to do a complete spin in the air though, landing on his feet, though somewhat shaky. When he turns around, he is met with a boot to the face from Davison. Davison then turns to Jones, who is able to charge and take him down, then get to his feet and immediately hop into the air, landing a perfect Leg Drop. He covers Davison.
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Kickout by Davison!
Gould: Alex Jones is a great competitor and she shows a great deal of heart in the ring. I wouldn't be surprised if he wound up being the NAW Champion at some point.
Torres: Really, Gould? Really? Not sure that you could lower your standards much more than they are at this point.
Jones pulls Davison up and whips him into the ropes. Davison comes back and Jones leap frogs him, then turns around. Jones goes to send Davison across the ring with a Hip Toss, but Davison is able to counter it and send Jones down with one of his own, then he drops an elbow onto the chest of Jones. He sees Matt Lane is starting to get up near the ropes and charges, sending Lane over the top rope to the outside with a vicious Clothesline. The crowd boos as he smirks and Olivia looks scared for Matt's well being, running over to him to help him up. Davison turns around and is met with a Crossbody from a running Jones, and they both go to the outside as well, taking Matt Lane out again.
Torres: Jeez, Lane can't stay on his feet at all tonight.
Jones and Davison wind up brawling on the outside for a few seconds with Lane joining after a few seconds, again the two of them double teaming Davison. Jones and Lane give each other a glance and Lane steps away a bit, running around the stairs. He turns and Jones lifts Davison for a flapjack, while Lane simultaneously jumps onto the stairs, coming off with a diving Clothesline that nearly takes Davison's head off! The crowd explodes in cheers for the guys as they get to their feet and Lane rolls Davison into the ring. Jones slides in at the same time and Lane gets in behind them. Davison slowly gets to his feet and Lane goes for a right hand, but Davison ducks and Lane winds up hitting Jones right in the nose. Davison turns around and takes advantage of the distraction, planting Lane with a DDT. He hits Jones with a couple right hands and also winds up planting him with a DDT. He covers.
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Kickout by Jones!
Torres: Not sure why these guys act like anyone wins with a DDT anymore.
Davison picks Jones up and Jones shoves him, forcing him to back up a couple of steps. They look at each other with a very epic staredown, and Davison runs at Jones, who ducks under a clothesline. Jones times it perfectly, and as Davison bounds back, Jones is able to connect with an awesome Pele Kick that causes the crowd to explode again, and every single one of them has now left their seats! Jones rolls over and uses the ropes for support, a smile crossing his face when he realizes that he nailed it, and he leans on the ropes to catch his breath for a second. He goes over to the corner and comes off with his "Spiral Tap" senton! He covers and hooks the leg of Davison!
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Matt Lane is able to break up the pin! Jones grabs at his spine where Lane axe handled him, and when he gets to his feet, he stares at Lane, who realizes now that he made a mistake. He runs over and connects with the End Game on Lane. He gets up and is met with knee to the midsection. Davison connects with a Flipping Tiger Driver on Jones, then he goes over to Lane and applies the Hands of God! He locks it in and Lane submits to it almost instantly, giving Davison the victory as "Violence Fetish" hits the system, and the crowd boos.
Rebecca: And your winner... "Godly" Ken Davison!
Davison gets to his feet and looks down at Lane, who is in extreme pain still, and Jones, who is slowly getting up on the apron. He charges at Jones and jumps over the top rope, able to hit a Sunset Flip Powerbomb to the outside and you can just hear Alex Jones' head hit the floor to the outside!
Gould: Jesus Christ, Davison! You already won the match, what in the hell do you want?!
Torres: He wants to send a message, clearly.
Davison smirks and looks at Jones, who is now grabbing the back of his neck as his music starts again, and he heads up the ramp as we fade to commercial.
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Commerical
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When we get back, we are at the commentary table.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, right now we would be going into the next match, which was scheduled to be Aquila Vox vs Faith DeWinter, but we've heard that during the break both of these women were viciously attacked, and Aquila Vox was still nursing her injuries from Holiday Fear, and she'll be sidelined, we don't know when she'll be back, we don't know if she'll be back, but yeah...
Torres: Terrible as it is, I almost wanna know who did it, because to sideline two of our talent in a matter of three minutes is just amazing.
We go to the ring now, with Rebecca Martin standing the in center.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Port Arthur, Texas.... Mac Bane!
The crowd begins to boo after "Badass" by Saliva hits the PA. After a few seconds, Mac Bane appears on the stage. He doesn't have the arrogant smirk, he doesn't have the skip in his step when he hears the boos, he just has a beast-like scowl. He heads down the ramp after gauging the audience, and goes as far as to shove a fan back after the fan shouts some profanity at him. He gets into the ring and walks around it once or twice, then looks back to the stage as his music fades out.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from San Diego, California.... Jason Price!
"Eye of the Tiger" hits, causing the crowd to pop loudly, first for the iconic song, second for the man it represents. Jason Price appears on the stage, a smile on his face. He comes down the ramp and high fives a lot of fans, and sees a fan holding a sign with Price's name on it. He holds it up, then right up into the camera so that everyone watching can see it, then hands it back to the young fan, who is absolutely star struck. He slides into the ring and gets to the corner opposite of Bane, staring him down as Bane gets his arms stretched out a little bit as the music fades out.
Mac Bane vs Jason Price
The two men circle the ring as the bell rings, and Price goes for a takedown, but Bane uses the amateur background to his advantage and wraps his arms around Bane from above on his back and is able to use that to push him to the floor. Price is also skilled in this area, and is on his hands and knees, trying to get free from the hold. He is able to push himself forward and Bane goes up, still holding him, and he pushes Bane to the ropes. Bane backs up and lets go, running to the other ropes, and comes back, hitting Price with a Clothesline and putting him flat on his back. He picks Price up and lifts him for a Vertical Suplex, but delays it while he holds Price upside down in the air.
Gould: Bane with the strong start here tonight.
Torres: Strong start is kind of an uderstatement. He's dominating this stuff.
Gould: It has only been like a minute Jim.
Bane picks up Price and whips him into the corner. He hits him with a couple right hands and then immediately whips him into the opposite corner. He runs and hits a hip splash, and Price falls into a sitting position. Bane looks down at him and starts stomping on his upper chest a few times, the crowd booing him loudly as he lets out some loud grunts as he stomps. He grabs Price by the hair, dragging him to the center of the ring, then looks for another Suplex. Price is able to plant his feet though, and hold his weight down enough that Bane can't lift him easily. He tries again, but Price's feet only leave the ring about an inch before he is able to force himself back down. He hits Bane in the gut a few times, and Bane lets go of him. Price goes nuts with some right hands, forcing Bane back into the corner. As Bane is backed in, Price is able to climb up onto the second rope and hold his fist high in the air. He starts punching, and the crowd counts along with them.
1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!
Price stops after ten and backs up, Bane falling to the mat forward. Price pulls him from the corner and locks in a Boston crab, and Bane fights it a bit, able to pull his legs with enough power that he causes price to flip forward with the legs and his spine hits the mat hard. He is able to get up, but he grasps at his back where he hit the mat the worst, and Bane slowly gets to his feet as well. Price starts heading toward Bane to grab at him, but Bane is able to hop up quickly and hit a Diving Clothesline, and both of them hit the mat, lying and catching their breath. Bane rolls onto his front and covers Price.
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Kickout by Price!
Gould: Figured he'd get closer than that, he's been putting it right to Price.
Torres: I have to give it to Price though, I don't think he's nearly in Bane's league, but he's been able to stand his ground at least a little bit.
Price crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up, and Bane gets to his feet, following him the entire way. When Price starts getting up, Bane grabs him by the hair. He pulls him to the center of the ring, keeping him bent over, and slams his elbow into the spine of Price, but holds his hair so Price goes to fall, but is being held up, causing a little more pain. He does the same thing a few times before slamming a huge paw onto the spine and putting Price flat on the mat, face first.
Gould: Such a sadistic move by Bane there, but it seems like it might be enough to get the job done, if that's what you want to call it.
Bane looks down at Price, who isn't moving at all, and kicks him to roll him over. He sees Price breathing heavy, trying not to be in any more pain, and he covers him.
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Price with a shoulder up before the three hits!
Torres: The man is an idiot. He doesn't know when to call it quits, and it comes to bite him in the back. He's gonna end his career for a win that will really mean nothing when it's all said and done.
Gould: It's an awful mentality to think that a win could ever mean nothing. Just because it doesn't mean he'll win a belt doesn't mean he shouldn't work for the win to show everyone what he's got to offer us.
Bane looks at Price in disgust, rolling him back over onto his back and covering again. Still no victory. He looks down at Price and shakes his head, grabbing him by the back of the neck as he pulls Price to his feet. He whips him to the ropes, but does it with so much power behind it that he just sends Price over the top rope to the outside, and Price collapses like a rag doll. Bane drops to a knee from the whip, and looks out at Price, who is rolling around trying to find some kind of footing. Lansing starts counting right away. (....1 ....2) Price crawls over to a guardrail and pulls himself up. (....3 ....4) Bane stands leaned against a turnbuckle, watching as Price struggles to get himelf standing alone. (....5 ....6) Price collapses on his way to the ring from the railing, crawling the rest of the way and grabbing the apron. (...7 ....8) Price slides into the ring at nine, and Bane starts stomping on him right away with no recovery time, then drags him to the middle of the ring and covers.
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Kickout by Price! The crowd erupts in cheers when Price kicks out of the pin as Lansing's hand almost hits the mat. Bane looks shocked, and he looks at Lansing, his face full of rage as he starts to yell at Lansing, slapping his hands together "1, 2, 3" and Lansing holds two fingers up and tries to stand his ground. Bane starts on his way toward Lansing, starting to back him into a corner, and Price has ample time now to roll Bane up from behind.
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Bane is able to power out of it!
Gould: Thought Price was going to get the surprise roll up win there!
Both men are on the mat again, still looking to get some energy from somewhere. Price is to his feet first, but he has trouble keeping his balance, so he leans on the post while Bane slowly gets up. Bane is able to stumble over to Price, looking for a right hand, but Price falls out of the way and gets behind Bane as Bane pounds the top of the post after looking for a shot to Price's chest. He shakes his hand in pain after punching it and turns around to be met with a Roundhouse kick from Price. Price backs up and charges, hitting Bane with a Running Dropkick and Bane falls to the mat. Price rolls him over and covers him.
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Lansing sees that Bane has a foot on the rope and stops the count. Price pounds the mat and grabs Bane, pulling him to the middle of the ring and looking for a DDT, but Bane is able to reverse it before Price can go and hits a Northern Lights Suplex! He gets to his feet and looks at Price, who is hurting bad, picking him up and bringing him to the center as he connects with the BUA! He covers!
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THREE!
Rebecca: And your winner... Mac Bane!
"Badass" by Saliva hits as Bane almost falls over after the win. Lansing holds his arm high and he looks down at Price, who is holding his head in severe pain. Bane kicks him on his way out of the ring, then acts as though it was accidental, looking back constantly on his way up the ramp.
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We cut backstage to see Alex Morgan and Isaac Bloom arguing in the back.
Morgan: What in the world were you thinking at Holiday Fear?!? It doesn't bother me that YOU were Santa. It bothers me that YOU tried to ruin the main event match of that pay-per-view!
Bloom: You and I both know that Trent Brown isn't NAW Championship material. Making that oaf our poster boy would be the death of this company. I was looking out for the name of the brand that I risked everything to buy a stake in.
Morgan: Martin's gone, and you can be too! I don't care, I've got it all under control.
Bloom: You clearly don't have it all under control, Alex. This company would be dead within a week if I left the board, you and I both know that.
Morgan lets out a fake gasp.
Morgan: You think that I couldn't run this company by myself? I did it for four months before you got here.
Bloom: You could barely call it a company when Martin and I came here. We made it what it is, and you know that.
Bloom pokes a finger into the chest of Morgan, who looks down at it and then shows no concern for that, but feels the need to fix his bow tie. Bloom shakes his head.
Bloom: It's worthless. You're an idiot.
Bloom starts to walk away.
Morgan: Alright, here's what we do. You think you can run the company better than I can, you think that the Enemies are what's best for business. Over the next few shows, I'll be speaking with Matty B, the adviser...
Bloom shakes his head, almost as if he forgot that Matty B was the adviser for Morgan.
Morgan: ...and we'll figure out a way to settle things. I don't care if it's a match or an arm wrestling match or a trivia quiz or a race or what. But me and him will figure it out. Meanwhile, you get ready to find yourself a new occupation.
Bloom smirks.
Bloom: Winner gets the company?
Morgan smiles.
Morgan: Oh of course.
Morgan winks and turns to walk away as Bloom walks in the opposite direction.
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We go back to the arena and see the commentary booth at ringside where both commentators look almost shocked at the exchange.
Gould: Wow! Alex Morgan is risking his stake in the company over what happened at Holiday Fear!
Torres: Morgan is a doofus. I'm glad he's dumb enough to do that, because Bloom can turn this company around if people stop interfering with what he's doing. He's got a great start by making sure that Jordan Keyser keeps the strap.
Gould: yeah, but he's doing it all wrong. You need to be ethical about these things, and Bloom is far from ethical.
The argument is broken up by the sound of "Masters of the World" and the pyros on stage go off. Angel Black and Shannon come through the curtain with JackHammer and Chris Cooper just behind them.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match set for one fall! Introducing first, the team of "The Texas Terror" Chris Cooper and the Chi-Town Terror JackHammer...They are....Devastation Inc!
The four of them go down the ring, followed by the rest of the entourage, Goliath, and JackHammer and Cooper slide into the ring while the others take a spot at ringside. The two men in the ring play to the crowd a bit as the music fades out.
Rebecca: And the opponents...the team of the NAW Champion Jordan Keyser and the NAW Horizon Champion Gunner Hughes.....they are the Public Enemies!
"King of Kings" begins to play for a while, then fades into "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple as the pyros explode a couple times. When they stop, Gunner Hughes and Jordan Keyser are seen in the smoke. They start down the ramp slowly, the crowd booing. The boos cause Jordan's arrogant smirk to grow, while Gunner looks around sporting the world's meanest scowl. The two men get into the ring, giving their titles to Higgins, who gives them to a hand outside of the ring. The four men look across the ring at their opponents, then to their partners discussing who will be starting in the ring.
Public Enemies vs Devastation Inc.
Gunner starts the match against Cooper, and Cooper looks to shake Gunner's hand. Gunner grabs it and pulls him in close, saying something that causes Cooper to snap and hit him hard with a few rights. Gunner goes back into the corner next to Jordan, who tags himself in and guillotines Cooper, blindsiding him in the process. This causes JackHammer to fly off the handle, jumping into the ring and diving to the outside, taking out Jordan. These two now fight on the outside, with referree Eddie Higgins yelling for JackHammer to get off of Jordan and let him back into the ring, though Jordan gets up and the two start hitting each other hard with some rights, brawling to the back in short time. Gunner looks at Higgins, then to Cooper, and the two of them just kinda shrug, then start brawling in the ring themselves.
Gould: Is this just a singles match now, or...
Torres: I think Higgins is declaring Gunner the legal man in now.
Gunner is able to get the upper hand quickly, sending Cooper to the ropes. He whips Cooper to the opposite side of the ring, seeing Cooper is looking for a Clothesline and ducking, still at the ropes, which causes Cooper to spill over to the outside. Gunner smirks as Cooper gets up, dazed, and slides into the ring. Gunner waits, and th two start alternating right hands back and forth as the crowd cheers, seeming to just love the sight of a fist fight. Cooper wins this round though, as he grabs Gunner by the hair and throws him to the outside now, getting a nice pop from the fans. Gunner looks into the ring at Cooper, who is still in his ready stance, and sighs.
Gould: Is Gunner confused and unsure how to beat Cooper? He didn't really think it was that easy, did he?
Torres: It's called strategy, you idiot. He's planning the next mode of attack.
Gunner slides into the ring, and Cooper starts laying into him right away with repeated stomps to the back. Gunner is able to fight him off a bit though, getting onto one knee. Cooper goes to punt Gunner in the head while he's in prime position, but Gunner catches the leg and pulls, causing Cooper to lose balance and fall. Gunner gets up now and holds his arms out, mouthingn something that you can just smell the arrogance on his breath and the crowd boos him. He smiles because of it though, and pulls Cooper to his feet. He hits Cooper in the side of the head with a right, then another. He knees Cooper in the midsection and connects with a vicious powerbomb that causes the whole ring to shake. He covers Cooper.
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Kickout!
Torres: Oh come on...
Gould: What? Is nobody ever supposed to kick out?
Torres: Well I mean...when it comes to Gunner, no...you just pay up front and let him get the victory that he'll just beat out of you eventually.
Gunner pulls Cooper to his feet again, whipping him into the corner. He charges and turns, hitting Cooper with a hip splash. He backs to the center of the ring, charging, and hitting Cooper with another. He does the same thing a third time, though he grabs the hairs and pulls Cooper to the center of the ring where he slams him face first into the canvas and rolls him over, covering him again.
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Kickout! Gunner looks only slightly frustrated and he pulls Cooper to his feet again. Cooper gets a sudden burst of energy, feeding off of a chanting crowd, and is able to connect with a few right hands on Gunner, forcing him back a few steps. Gunner starts to come at Cooper agian, but Cooper hits him with a right that knocks him off of his feet! Cooper picks Gunner up and whips him into the corner, then climbs the turnbuckle. He hits Gunner with some rights and the crowd chants along, counting.
1! 2! 3! 4! 5--
After the fifth one, Gunner throws Cooper off of him, Cooper hitting the mat and doing a back roll, stopping as he lays on his stomach. Gunner leans in the corner for a second and Cooper starts getting to his feet. Gunner moves toward Cooper, and as Cooper gets to a standing position, Gunner connects with the Buckshot! He covers!
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THREE!
Torres: A pinfall victory after a Buckshot from out of nowhere!
Gould: I don't even know where that came from! Wow, what a sudden finish!
"Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple hits as Gunner holds his arms high in the air in victory. After a few seconds we see Mac Bane, Jordan Keyser, and Ken Davison standing on the stage with a battered JackHammer being held by Bane and Davison on his knees. Jordan smirks and hits him hard in the temple with a kick from out of nowhere, and the crowd boos loudly as we cut to commercial.
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When we get back, we see Mateusz Bartkowiak in Morgan's office, standing over Morgan's desk.
Mateusz: Boss, I know that I accepted this non-wrestling role, but the ring is calling to me. Give me a match next week.
Morgan: I don't know if there would be any healthy opponents to match you up against, and do you actually want to go somewhere, or just one match? Because I just got done telling Bloom how I run the company so much better than he could.
Mateusz's eyes light up at the mention of Bloom. Not a happy light, but that of rage.
Mateusz: That fool is the reason I want a match. I want to get back into the ring. I want to help you beat Bloom and send him off once and for all.
Morgan looks up at him, a glimmer of hope.
Morgan: Matty, you have a lot of heart. I'll see if there is any way I can find a spot for a match for you on the nex show if it means that much to you, but no promises.
Mateusz nods and smiles, shaking hands with Alex and leaving the office.
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We come back from commercial, and the crowd cheers loudly as Rebecca Martin takes her usual place in the center of the ring. The camera pans out to show the entirety of the NAW Arena once again, such a beautiful small atmosphere, with the great Arena feel. The entire crowd of 9,376 is on their feet and roaring.
The Celtic tune starts to play in, that of "Gael" by Maclean, and the crowd gives a very mixed response. There are a reasonable amount of cheers tonight, but they're giving their fair share of boos as well. Trent Brown appears onstage with his wife, Katherine Brock-Brown, and Kat gives a huge smile and wave as Trent looks down the ramp and straight into the ring. They head down the ramp slowly, Kat greeting several fans. As usual, they part at the mouth of the ramp, and Kat heads for her usual ringside position, smiling still as Trent gets into the ring. He walks around the ring once, pounding his chest a couple times and letting out a feral cry. He then gets into his corner and leans on the turnbuckle pad, hands on the top rope on either side as he waits.
As his music fades out, the eerie tune "Francois Martin" by the Tenth Stage begins to play. The crowd all give their attention to the stage as the lights are dim and a spotlight shines at the entrance way. David Fraggle appears on the stage after a few seconds, mask on and all. He stares around at the crowd, then down into the ring at Trent, who looks ready to get right down to business. Fraggle stares for a few seconds before heading down the ramp, not wasting a second. He slides into the ring and runs to a corner, jumping up onto the turnbuckle and holding his arms up. He jumps down with a spin and lands perfectly in his corner, staring over at Trent, who gives a nod as the music fades out and the lights come back on.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall and is the main event of the evening! Introducing first, "The Very Good" DAVID FRAGGLE!
The crowd gives cheers as he holds an arm up for a second, then gets back into his stance for the match.
Rebecca: And his opponent....all the way from Dublin, Ireland.... TRENT BROWN!
The cheers turn into a mixture of cheers and boos as Trent smiles a bit and stands tall when his name is called, then gets right back into stance. Rebecca hops out of the ring quickly and Eddie Higgins calls for the bell.
Trent Brown vs David Fraggle
The two men circle the ring for a few seconds and then lock up. Trent easily wins the power battle, squishing Fraggle against the ropes. He pushes, stretching the rope, then whips Fraggle across the ring. He takes a few steps and Fraggle comes back. Trent bends forward a bit and Fraggle takes this opportunity to leap over him, roll over with a forward shoulder roll, then get right back up and spin around, facing Trent. He runs at Trent who sidesteps him, then he comes back off the ropes and Trent takes him down with an elbow to the chest. Fraggle loses air for a second, but it doesn't keep him down for long, as he hops right back up and circles the ring with Trent again.
Gould: Looks like both of these men are trying to get into each other's heads. Fraggle tends to be pretty good with the mind games.
Torres: Well he should hurry up and work his voodoo magic before Trent beats him half way to death, eh?
They go to lock up, but at the last second, Fraggle ducks under with a rip motion, turning with agility and is able to get a boot up to boot Trent in the side of the head and put him right on the mat. The crowd cheers and Fraggle picks Trent up, whipping him into a corner. He runs and jumps up onto the second rope, hits Trent a couple times in the head, the crowd counting along, then he hops up and sends Trent across the ring with a Hurricanrana! He hurries over and goes for a cover.
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Kickout by Trent!
Gould: What a set up for a great match by Fraggle. Looks like he's got the upper hand on this one, and I'm excited to see what happens next!
Fraggle gets up and pulls Trent up, this time Trent shoving him. Fraggle backs up and almost falls over, and Trent charges. Fraggle drops to the mat and Trent runs over him, Fraggle gets back up and Trent comes at him with a diving clothesline. He gets right back up and Fraggle rolls onto his stomach, getting up more slowly. Trent grabs him by the hair and lifts him, scooping and slamming him right onto the mat. Trent then stomps on Fraggle a few times before picking him up and whipping him into the corner. He charges and hits Fraggle in the chest with a high knee, then presses harder gradually, applying more pressure slowly and taking the air right from Fraggle's lungs.
Torres: Now this is what I'm talking about! Look at the way Fraggle is struggling to survive in there!
Eddie Higgins starts a five count, and Trent utilizes as much as humanly possible before backing off. Fraggle drops into a sitting position though, and Trent pounds his chest a few times before charging and hitting Fraggle with the sole of his boot. He smiles as he pulls Fraggle to the center of the ring, connecting with a Suplex, and floating over for a cover with a leg hook.
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Kickout by Fraggle now!
Torres: Come on Trent, he's poking ya and your the angry bear! Do the angry bear thing that you do!
Gould: What in the world, Jim? I think you've lost your mind.
Torres: No, he does that loud "ROAR" thing, then he devours his opponent. I see it all the time.
Trent looks down at Fraggle, who is looking for a rope or something to grab for support, and Trent helps him up with another handful of his hair. He keeps Fraggle bent forward and elbows him a few times in the spine, Fraggle letting out a howl of pain with each shot he is given. He finally picks Fraggle up, lifting him up like he's looking for another Scoop Slam, when the turnbuckle catches his eye. With a glimmer, he carries Fraggle over, dropping him hard and face first into the turnbuckle pad. Fraggle leans on the turnbuckle for a second so he doesn't fall over, and when he is able to turn around, he's met with a huge right hand that sends him right back into it, leaning back this time. Trent runs and boots Fraggle in the head again, the force almost putting the much smaller competitor on the floor outside, but he is able to come back down to the mat before tipping out, but he immediately hits the mat face first. Trent smiles at his handiwork, and Kat slaps the mat a few times yelling for him to get the match over with. He pulls Fraggle to the center of the ring and covers.
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Kickout by Fraggle! Trent gets up immediately, in a fit of rage, and corners Eddie Higgins. Higgins argues right back, as usual, yelling that it was only a two count. In all of the arguing, Fraggle is able to get onto a knee. He comes up behind Trent and rolls him up from behind!
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TW--Eddie Higgins stops the count, seeing that Fraggle has a hand on the trunks of Trent, and Fraggle looks at the hand and shakes his head.
Gould: Hand on the trunks breaks up what was a great opportunity for Fraggle! To be honest, I don't even think he realized he was doing it, by the look on his face.
Fraggle leans in the corner for a second before boosting himself to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. He carefully gets himself standing at the top and waits as Trent slowly gets to his feet. As Trent stands up, Fraggle sizes him up and dives off, landing a nice Diving Crossbody, and he grabs Trent's legs and hooks them, covering again!
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Trent powers out in time to break it up again!
Torres: When is Fraggle going to realize this is worthless and just quit?
Gould: No match is really ever worthles.
Torres: Didn't mean the match, I meant he should quit wrestling altogether.
Fraggle remains in a sitting position a few seconds before picking Trent up. Trent is still somewhat groggy and doesn't respond right away, and Fraggle takes this opportunity to plant him into the mat with a DDT, but doesn't let go of him, and picks him up, planting him with a second DDT! He covers Trent again.
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TH-Kickout by Trent again!
Gould: How is he kicking out?
Torres: How is he still alive?
Fraggle pounds on the mat and crawls over to the corner. He climbs up to the top rope and comes off with a Moonsault, but Trent rolls out of the ring and out of harm's way, making Fraggle flop right onto the canvas! Trent backs away from the ring and clutches his side as fans give him pats on the back and try to take pictures with him real quick. He gets away from the rowdiest fans and moves to somewhere that he can collect himself as Higgins starts the count.
1...
2...
Torres: Holy christ, what a match these two have put on so far.
Gould: After matching losses at Holiday Fear, I think these two both know that they have to get the momentum back in their favor.
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4...
Trent walks back over beside the ring and pulls Fraggle out, whipping him immediately into the ring post. He picks Fraggle up and slides in the ring behind him, then gets to his feet and pounds his chest in a rhythmic pattern. As Fraggle slowly gets to his feet, Trent charges and hits Fraggle with his huge running clothesline that he has dubbed Brute Force! The force of it actually sends Trent down to the mat as well, and both of them lie motionless for a bit before Trent is able to crawl over and hook a leg.
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THRE--Kickout literally just in time by Fraggle! The look on Trent's face is a mixture of shock, awe, and absolute rage.
Torres: Trent looks like he might just have to murder Fraggle instead of just finishing this match.
Gould: Neither one of them is making this match easy on the other. It's an absolute epic battle right now.
Trent grabs Fraggle by the hair, looking to hit him with his signature Brute Force, he turns to see several members of the Enemies standing outside of the ring. Jordan and Davison on one side, Bane and Phoenix on the other. They all climb into the ring, and Trent starts hitting them all with right hands, keeping himself pretty well protected. Fraggle finally comes to and is able to help as well. Trent hits Jordan with Raw Power, Fraggle connects a Fraggle Rock Drop on Davison, and the two of them are both able to level Mac Bane. Trent hits Tyson Phoenix with a huge kick to the face, and then Gunner comes down the ramp. The bell rings as Higgins has lost all control of the match now, with the interference.
Gould: This is ridiculous, Jim! There is no reason for these men to be out here!
Torres: Sure there is. These guys are sending a message to Alex Morgan.
The group is finally able to overpower the two men wrestling, and they all gang up on them, stomping on the two repeatedly. Jordan climbs up onto the apron and they pick up Trent, as he hits the Perfect Execution. Gunner hits the Buckshot on a dazed Fraggle, and instead of falling down, he turns to see Mac Bane who connects with the BUA. As the beatdown finishes up, both of the copetitors lie helplessly on the mat until they stop, when they all stare up at the stage to Isaac Bloom, who gives them a nod of approval.
Gould: Thank you all so much. Alex Morgan wanted me to do this, and I want to do it right, so here goes... Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the NAW Arena! This arena is custom built for wrestling, and features some of the best things imaginable. A state of the art sound system, pyrotechnics, lights, a huge video screen, and above all, you guys! You make this company what it is, and I'm so happy to see a full arena for the first ever show here! It's you guys that we do this for, and we want to make this night memorable for you, and kick off the new year right, so please, enjoy the show!
The screen fades into the Meltdown intro package, except this package features moments specifically from the latest show-to-date, Holiday Fear. We see Mac Bane hitting Chris Cooper with the BUA, Gunner and Fraggle throwing shots in a Toy Shop, Trent Brown attacking Isaac Bloom, and Alex Morgan in a Santa Hat. We see several more shots from throughout the night, all while Steve Vai's "Now We Run" plays. It comes back to the arena, and the crowd is still alive, but this time, instead of Malcolm Gould in the ring, we have pyros going off all over the arena for the crowd's entertainment.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to another edition of NAW Meltdown! We're here at the NAW Arena to kick off 2014, and dammit, we're gonna do it in style! I'm Malcolm Gould, alongside my colleague and partner, Jim Torres!
Torres: We've got a great show for you all ladies and gents, featuring not one, not two, not three, but four members of the Public Enemies in action tonight over the course of three matches!
Gould: On top of that we have Aquila Vox back in action after her terrible spill at Holiday Fear, and the debut of a member of our ring crew since we started touring, Mr. Matt Lane!
Torres: Lane's a good kid, I just hope he knows how to keep to himself or get behind the Enemies so as not to wind up getting himself hurt.
Gould: I know Matt, we're good friends, and he's gonna do just fine in NAW. I think it's the perfect fit for him.
The music and pyros stop and the lights come back to normal, but right away, we cut to the backstage area, where we see Morgan walking down a hall. He's looking through some paperwork when he hears his name being called from behind him.
Mateusz: Mr. Morgan! Wait up!
Bartkowiak comes up from behind Morgan, who stops and looks at him.
Mateusz: Mr. Morgan, I'm slightly worried. Are you aware that all the matches involving Public Enemies members were won by Public Enemies members? I think they might actually take over the company.
Morgan: Matty, I promise you that I have this whole situation under control. Let them think what they may, but what matters is that I've got some plans for this place, and it involves getting rid of the Public Enemies, which I will be doing. But in the meantime, have you seen Bloom? I need a word with him regarding what happened at the end of Holiday Fear.
Mateusz: I haven't seen Bloom, but if I do, I will send him right at you, boss.
Morgan: Good. Thanks a lot.
Morgan pats Mateusz on the back and continues heading down the hallway, still clearly looking out for Bloom as we cut back to the main arena. When we get back, the guitar riff of "Small Town Minds" by MxPx hits the system, and the crowd turns their attention to the stage, where after some very small explosions hit the stage all over, we see Matt Lane run out from behind the curtain, followed closely by his manager and girlfriend, Olivia Milton.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, our first match is a triple threat match, and is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Green Bay, Wisconsin... Being accompanied by Olivia Milton... Matt Lane!
Lane kind of runs down the ramp, smiling and waving at all the fans, and stopping at the bottom of the ramp. He looks around at the packed arena as he ascends the ring steps, holding his arms up and motioning for the crowd to get excited. It kind of works a bit, and they start to make some kind of noise. He gets into the ring as Olivia walks around to the side, giving a little kid a kiss on the cheek making him blush. The mom and dad both give warm smiles though as she tells them how cute their little boy is, and she turns her attention back to the ring as Matt Lane gets himself ready for action as his music fades out.
The lights shut off as the start of Voodoo Johnsons "Another White Lie" comes on, white strobe lights flash with the drum beat of the opening untill....
YEEEEEEAAAAAAAAHHH!
Rebecca: His opponent, from Dallas, Texas..... The Prince of Perfection.... Alex Jones!
A spotlight shines on the entranceway. Alex Jones emerges wearing a black shirt with "prince of perfection" written on it. He walks down to the ring and leaps onto the apron sliding across it before getting into the ring and leaping onto the second rope instigating the crowd. He jumps down and runs to the opposite corner and does the same as the music dies down. He and Lane stare at each other for a few seconds, the crowd seemingly cheering both of them on as we finally get to the final entrant.
Rebecca: And their opponent....from Boston, Massachusetts.... "Godly" Ken Davison!
The opening guitar riffs of "Violence Fetish" by Disturbed fill the arena as “Godly” Ken Davison steps through the curtain, posing with his arms out like a cross. He smiles, as if the jeers of the audience were actually cheers. Davison's face quickly turns serious and he begins to walk methodically down to the ring. He circles the ring, stopping at each corner to pose in front of the fans. Finally, he slides into the ring and stands in the center with his arms out. The lights go down and a spotlight focuses on Davison in the ring. A red laser circles the ring before finally settling on Davison's forehead. The sound of a gunshot cuts off the music and the arena goes dark. In a few moments, the lights come back on with Davison still standing in the middle of the ring, without his robe and ready for battle.
Gould: This isn't the first match in NAW for Jones or Davison, but this is the first match of Lane's entire career, and he's in the ring with a couple of today's best wrestlers.
Torres: Lane is a great kid, and he works hard, he really does, but Morgan has him set up for failure right here. You don't put a guy against two guys like this in his first ever match, it's actually kinda ridiculous.
Alex Jones vs Ken Davison vs Matt Lane
The bell rings, and the three men look at each other, seeing who to go for first. Lane and Jones both start to head toward each other, with Jones at the last second turning to clock Davison, who is caught off guard. He takes a few steps back in surprise, but doesn't go down until Lane and Jones both go for him and start double teaming him. Lane starts wailing on Davison, which gives Jones an opportunity to sit back and not wear himself down. Lane picks Davison up, hitting him with a right hand which knocks him into the corner. He backs up, then runs, looking for an Enziguiri in the corner. Davison ducks out of the way, so Lane doesn't connect. He does manage to do a complete spin in the air though, landing on his feet, though somewhat shaky. When he turns around, he is met with a boot to the face from Davison. Davison then turns to Jones, who is able to charge and take him down, then get to his feet and immediately hop into the air, landing a perfect Leg Drop. He covers Davison.
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Kickout by Davison!
Gould: Alex Jones is a great competitor and she shows a great deal of heart in the ring. I wouldn't be surprised if he wound up being the NAW Champion at some point.
Torres: Really, Gould? Really? Not sure that you could lower your standards much more than they are at this point.
Jones pulls Davison up and whips him into the ropes. Davison comes back and Jones leap frogs him, then turns around. Jones goes to send Davison across the ring with a Hip Toss, but Davison is able to counter it and send Jones down with one of his own, then he drops an elbow onto the chest of Jones. He sees Matt Lane is starting to get up near the ropes and charges, sending Lane over the top rope to the outside with a vicious Clothesline. The crowd boos as he smirks and Olivia looks scared for Matt's well being, running over to him to help him up. Davison turns around and is met with a Crossbody from a running Jones, and they both go to the outside as well, taking Matt Lane out again.
Torres: Jeez, Lane can't stay on his feet at all tonight.
Jones and Davison wind up brawling on the outside for a few seconds with Lane joining after a few seconds, again the two of them double teaming Davison. Jones and Lane give each other a glance and Lane steps away a bit, running around the stairs. He turns and Jones lifts Davison for a flapjack, while Lane simultaneously jumps onto the stairs, coming off with a diving Clothesline that nearly takes Davison's head off! The crowd explodes in cheers for the guys as they get to their feet and Lane rolls Davison into the ring. Jones slides in at the same time and Lane gets in behind them. Davison slowly gets to his feet and Lane goes for a right hand, but Davison ducks and Lane winds up hitting Jones right in the nose. Davison turns around and takes advantage of the distraction, planting Lane with a DDT. He hits Jones with a couple right hands and also winds up planting him with a DDT. He covers.
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TWO
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Kickout by Jones!
Torres: Not sure why these guys act like anyone wins with a DDT anymore.
Davison picks Jones up and Jones shoves him, forcing him to back up a couple of steps. They look at each other with a very epic staredown, and Davison runs at Jones, who ducks under a clothesline. Jones times it perfectly, and as Davison bounds back, Jones is able to connect with an awesome Pele Kick that causes the crowd to explode again, and every single one of them has now left their seats! Jones rolls over and uses the ropes for support, a smile crossing his face when he realizes that he nailed it, and he leans on the ropes to catch his breath for a second. He goes over to the corner and comes off with his "Spiral Tap" senton! He covers and hooks the leg of Davison!
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Matt Lane is able to break up the pin! Jones grabs at his spine where Lane axe handled him, and when he gets to his feet, he stares at Lane, who realizes now that he made a mistake. He runs over and connects with the End Game on Lane. He gets up and is met with knee to the midsection. Davison connects with a Flipping Tiger Driver on Jones, then he goes over to Lane and applies the Hands of God! He locks it in and Lane submits to it almost instantly, giving Davison the victory as "Violence Fetish" hits the system, and the crowd boos.
Rebecca: And your winner... "Godly" Ken Davison!
Davison gets to his feet and looks down at Lane, who is in extreme pain still, and Jones, who is slowly getting up on the apron. He charges at Jones and jumps over the top rope, able to hit a Sunset Flip Powerbomb to the outside and you can just hear Alex Jones' head hit the floor to the outside!
Gould: Jesus Christ, Davison! You already won the match, what in the hell do you want?!
Torres: He wants to send a message, clearly.
Davison smirks and looks at Jones, who is now grabbing the back of his neck as his music starts again, and he heads up the ramp as we fade to commercial.
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When we get back, we are at the commentary table.
Gould: Ladies and gentlemen, right now we would be going into the next match, which was scheduled to be Aquila Vox vs Faith DeWinter, but we've heard that during the break both of these women were viciously attacked, and Aquila Vox was still nursing her injuries from Holiday Fear, and she'll be sidelined, we don't know when she'll be back, we don't know if she'll be back, but yeah...
Torres: Terrible as it is, I almost wanna know who did it, because to sideline two of our talent in a matter of three minutes is just amazing.
We go to the ring now, with Rebecca Martin standing the in center.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, from Port Arthur, Texas.... Mac Bane!
The crowd begins to boo after "Badass" by Saliva hits the PA. After a few seconds, Mac Bane appears on the stage. He doesn't have the arrogant smirk, he doesn't have the skip in his step when he hears the boos, he just has a beast-like scowl. He heads down the ramp after gauging the audience, and goes as far as to shove a fan back after the fan shouts some profanity at him. He gets into the ring and walks around it once or twice, then looks back to the stage as his music fades out.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from San Diego, California.... Jason Price!
"Eye of the Tiger" hits, causing the crowd to pop loudly, first for the iconic song, second for the man it represents. Jason Price appears on the stage, a smile on his face. He comes down the ramp and high fives a lot of fans, and sees a fan holding a sign with Price's name on it. He holds it up, then right up into the camera so that everyone watching can see it, then hands it back to the young fan, who is absolutely star struck. He slides into the ring and gets to the corner opposite of Bane, staring him down as Bane gets his arms stretched out a little bit as the music fades out.
Mac Bane vs Jason Price
The two men circle the ring as the bell rings, and Price goes for a takedown, but Bane uses the amateur background to his advantage and wraps his arms around Bane from above on his back and is able to use that to push him to the floor. Price is also skilled in this area, and is on his hands and knees, trying to get free from the hold. He is able to push himself forward and Bane goes up, still holding him, and he pushes Bane to the ropes. Bane backs up and lets go, running to the other ropes, and comes back, hitting Price with a Clothesline and putting him flat on his back. He picks Price up and lifts him for a Vertical Suplex, but delays it while he holds Price upside down in the air.
Gould: Bane with the strong start here tonight.
Torres: Strong start is kind of an uderstatement. He's dominating this stuff.
Gould: It has only been like a minute Jim.
Bane picks up Price and whips him into the corner. He hits him with a couple right hands and then immediately whips him into the opposite corner. He runs and hits a hip splash, and Price falls into a sitting position. Bane looks down at him and starts stomping on his upper chest a few times, the crowd booing him loudly as he lets out some loud grunts as he stomps. He grabs Price by the hair, dragging him to the center of the ring, then looks for another Suplex. Price is able to plant his feet though, and hold his weight down enough that Bane can't lift him easily. He tries again, but Price's feet only leave the ring about an inch before he is able to force himself back down. He hits Bane in the gut a few times, and Bane lets go of him. Price goes nuts with some right hands, forcing Bane back into the corner. As Bane is backed in, Price is able to climb up onto the second rope and hold his fist high in the air. He starts punching, and the crowd counts along with them.
1! 2! 3! 4! 5! 6! 7! 8! 9! 10!
Price stops after ten and backs up, Bane falling to the mat forward. Price pulls him from the corner and locks in a Boston crab, and Bane fights it a bit, able to pull his legs with enough power that he causes price to flip forward with the legs and his spine hits the mat hard. He is able to get up, but he grasps at his back where he hit the mat the worst, and Bane slowly gets to his feet as well. Price starts heading toward Bane to grab at him, but Bane is able to hop up quickly and hit a Diving Clothesline, and both of them hit the mat, lying and catching their breath. Bane rolls onto his front and covers Price.
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Kickout by Price!
Gould: Figured he'd get closer than that, he's been putting it right to Price.
Torres: I have to give it to Price though, I don't think he's nearly in Bane's league, but he's been able to stand his ground at least a little bit.
Price crawls to the ropes and pulls himself up, and Bane gets to his feet, following him the entire way. When Price starts getting up, Bane grabs him by the hair. He pulls him to the center of the ring, keeping him bent over, and slams his elbow into the spine of Price, but holds his hair so Price goes to fall, but is being held up, causing a little more pain. He does the same thing a few times before slamming a huge paw onto the spine and putting Price flat on the mat, face first.
Gould: Such a sadistic move by Bane there, but it seems like it might be enough to get the job done, if that's what you want to call it.
Bane looks down at Price, who isn't moving at all, and kicks him to roll him over. He sees Price breathing heavy, trying not to be in any more pain, and he covers him.
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Price with a shoulder up before the three hits!
Torres: The man is an idiot. He doesn't know when to call it quits, and it comes to bite him in the back. He's gonna end his career for a win that will really mean nothing when it's all said and done.
Gould: It's an awful mentality to think that a win could ever mean nothing. Just because it doesn't mean he'll win a belt doesn't mean he shouldn't work for the win to show everyone what he's got to offer us.
Bane looks at Price in disgust, rolling him back over onto his back and covering again. Still no victory. He looks down at Price and shakes his head, grabbing him by the back of the neck as he pulls Price to his feet. He whips him to the ropes, but does it with so much power behind it that he just sends Price over the top rope to the outside, and Price collapses like a rag doll. Bane drops to a knee from the whip, and looks out at Price, who is rolling around trying to find some kind of footing. Lansing starts counting right away. (....1 ....2) Price crawls over to a guardrail and pulls himself up. (....3 ....4) Bane stands leaned against a turnbuckle, watching as Price struggles to get himelf standing alone. (....5 ....6) Price collapses on his way to the ring from the railing, crawling the rest of the way and grabbing the apron. (...7 ....8) Price slides into the ring at nine, and Bane starts stomping on him right away with no recovery time, then drags him to the middle of the ring and covers.
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Kickout by Price! The crowd erupts in cheers when Price kicks out of the pin as Lansing's hand almost hits the mat. Bane looks shocked, and he looks at Lansing, his face full of rage as he starts to yell at Lansing, slapping his hands together "1, 2, 3" and Lansing holds two fingers up and tries to stand his ground. Bane starts on his way toward Lansing, starting to back him into a corner, and Price has ample time now to roll Bane up from behind.
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Bane is able to power out of it!
Gould: Thought Price was going to get the surprise roll up win there!
Both men are on the mat again, still looking to get some energy from somewhere. Price is to his feet first, but he has trouble keeping his balance, so he leans on the post while Bane slowly gets up. Bane is able to stumble over to Price, looking for a right hand, but Price falls out of the way and gets behind Bane as Bane pounds the top of the post after looking for a shot to Price's chest. He shakes his hand in pain after punching it and turns around to be met with a Roundhouse kick from Price. Price backs up and charges, hitting Bane with a Running Dropkick and Bane falls to the mat. Price rolls him over and covers him.
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Lansing sees that Bane has a foot on the rope and stops the count. Price pounds the mat and grabs Bane, pulling him to the middle of the ring and looking for a DDT, but Bane is able to reverse it before Price can go and hits a Northern Lights Suplex! He gets to his feet and looks at Price, who is hurting bad, picking him up and bringing him to the center as he connects with the BUA! He covers!
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THREE!
Rebecca: And your winner... Mac Bane!
"Badass" by Saliva hits as Bane almost falls over after the win. Lansing holds his arm high and he looks down at Price, who is holding his head in severe pain. Bane kicks him on his way out of the ring, then acts as though it was accidental, looking back constantly on his way up the ramp.
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We cut backstage to see Alex Morgan and Isaac Bloom arguing in the back.
Morgan: What in the world were you thinking at Holiday Fear?!? It doesn't bother me that YOU were Santa. It bothers me that YOU tried to ruin the main event match of that pay-per-view!
Bloom: You and I both know that Trent Brown isn't NAW Championship material. Making that oaf our poster boy would be the death of this company. I was looking out for the name of the brand that I risked everything to buy a stake in.
Morgan: Martin's gone, and you can be too! I don't care, I've got it all under control.
Bloom: You clearly don't have it all under control, Alex. This company would be dead within a week if I left the board, you and I both know that.
Morgan lets out a fake gasp.
Morgan: You think that I couldn't run this company by myself? I did it for four months before you got here.
Bloom: You could barely call it a company when Martin and I came here. We made it what it is, and you know that.
Bloom pokes a finger into the chest of Morgan, who looks down at it and then shows no concern for that, but feels the need to fix his bow tie. Bloom shakes his head.
Bloom: It's worthless. You're an idiot.
Bloom starts to walk away.
Morgan: Alright, here's what we do. You think you can run the company better than I can, you think that the Enemies are what's best for business. Over the next few shows, I'll be speaking with Matty B, the adviser...
Bloom shakes his head, almost as if he forgot that Matty B was the adviser for Morgan.
Morgan: ...and we'll figure out a way to settle things. I don't care if it's a match or an arm wrestling match or a trivia quiz or a race or what. But me and him will figure it out. Meanwhile, you get ready to find yourself a new occupation.
Bloom smirks.
Bloom: Winner gets the company?
Morgan smiles.
Morgan: Oh of course.
Morgan winks and turns to walk away as Bloom walks in the opposite direction.
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We go back to the arena and see the commentary booth at ringside where both commentators look almost shocked at the exchange.
Gould: Wow! Alex Morgan is risking his stake in the company over what happened at Holiday Fear!
Torres: Morgan is a doofus. I'm glad he's dumb enough to do that, because Bloom can turn this company around if people stop interfering with what he's doing. He's got a great start by making sure that Jordan Keyser keeps the strap.
Gould: yeah, but he's doing it all wrong. You need to be ethical about these things, and Bloom is far from ethical.
The argument is broken up by the sound of "Masters of the World" and the pyros on stage go off. Angel Black and Shannon come through the curtain with JackHammer and Chris Cooper just behind them.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match set for one fall! Introducing first, the team of "The Texas Terror" Chris Cooper and the Chi-Town Terror JackHammer...They are....Devastation Inc!
The four of them go down the ring, followed by the rest of the entourage, Goliath, and JackHammer and Cooper slide into the ring while the others take a spot at ringside. The two men in the ring play to the crowd a bit as the music fades out.
Rebecca: And the opponents...the team of the NAW Champion Jordan Keyser and the NAW Horizon Champion Gunner Hughes.....they are the Public Enemies!
"King of Kings" begins to play for a while, then fades into "Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple as the pyros explode a couple times. When they stop, Gunner Hughes and Jordan Keyser are seen in the smoke. They start down the ramp slowly, the crowd booing. The boos cause Jordan's arrogant smirk to grow, while Gunner looks around sporting the world's meanest scowl. The two men get into the ring, giving their titles to Higgins, who gives them to a hand outside of the ring. The four men look across the ring at their opponents, then to their partners discussing who will be starting in the ring.
Public Enemies vs Devastation Inc.
Gunner starts the match against Cooper, and Cooper looks to shake Gunner's hand. Gunner grabs it and pulls him in close, saying something that causes Cooper to snap and hit him hard with a few rights. Gunner goes back into the corner next to Jordan, who tags himself in and guillotines Cooper, blindsiding him in the process. This causes JackHammer to fly off the handle, jumping into the ring and diving to the outside, taking out Jordan. These two now fight on the outside, with referree Eddie Higgins yelling for JackHammer to get off of Jordan and let him back into the ring, though Jordan gets up and the two start hitting each other hard with some rights, brawling to the back in short time. Gunner looks at Higgins, then to Cooper, and the two of them just kinda shrug, then start brawling in the ring themselves.
Gould: Is this just a singles match now, or...
Torres: I think Higgins is declaring Gunner the legal man in now.
Gunner is able to get the upper hand quickly, sending Cooper to the ropes. He whips Cooper to the opposite side of the ring, seeing Cooper is looking for a Clothesline and ducking, still at the ropes, which causes Cooper to spill over to the outside. Gunner smirks as Cooper gets up, dazed, and slides into the ring. Gunner waits, and th two start alternating right hands back and forth as the crowd cheers, seeming to just love the sight of a fist fight. Cooper wins this round though, as he grabs Gunner by the hair and throws him to the outside now, getting a nice pop from the fans. Gunner looks into the ring at Cooper, who is still in his ready stance, and sighs.
Gould: Is Gunner confused and unsure how to beat Cooper? He didn't really think it was that easy, did he?
Torres: It's called strategy, you idiot. He's planning the next mode of attack.
Gunner slides into the ring, and Cooper starts laying into him right away with repeated stomps to the back. Gunner is able to fight him off a bit though, getting onto one knee. Cooper goes to punt Gunner in the head while he's in prime position, but Gunner catches the leg and pulls, causing Cooper to lose balance and fall. Gunner gets up now and holds his arms out, mouthingn something that you can just smell the arrogance on his breath and the crowd boos him. He smiles because of it though, and pulls Cooper to his feet. He hits Cooper in the side of the head with a right, then another. He knees Cooper in the midsection and connects with a vicious powerbomb that causes the whole ring to shake. He covers Cooper.
ONE
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Kickout!
Torres: Oh come on...
Gould: What? Is nobody ever supposed to kick out?
Torres: Well I mean...when it comes to Gunner, no...you just pay up front and let him get the victory that he'll just beat out of you eventually.
Gunner pulls Cooper to his feet again, whipping him into the corner. He charges and turns, hitting Cooper with a hip splash. He backs to the center of the ring, charging, and hitting Cooper with another. He does the same thing a third time, though he grabs the hairs and pulls Cooper to the center of the ring where he slams him face first into the canvas and rolls him over, covering him again.
ONE
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TWO
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Kickout! Gunner looks only slightly frustrated and he pulls Cooper to his feet again. Cooper gets a sudden burst of energy, feeding off of a chanting crowd, and is able to connect with a few right hands on Gunner, forcing him back a few steps. Gunner starts to come at Cooper agian, but Cooper hits him with a right that knocks him off of his feet! Cooper picks Gunner up and whips him into the corner, then climbs the turnbuckle. He hits Gunner with some rights and the crowd chants along, counting.
1! 2! 3! 4! 5--
After the fifth one, Gunner throws Cooper off of him, Cooper hitting the mat and doing a back roll, stopping as he lays on his stomach. Gunner leans in the corner for a second and Cooper starts getting to his feet. Gunner moves toward Cooper, and as Cooper gets to a standing position, Gunner connects with the Buckshot! He covers!
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TWO
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THREE!
Torres: A pinfall victory after a Buckshot from out of nowhere!
Gould: I don't even know where that came from! Wow, what a sudden finish!
"Dead Man Walking" by Bloodsimple hits as Gunner holds his arms high in the air in victory. After a few seconds we see Mac Bane, Jordan Keyser, and Ken Davison standing on the stage with a battered JackHammer being held by Bane and Davison on his knees. Jordan smirks and hits him hard in the temple with a kick from out of nowhere, and the crowd boos loudly as we cut to commercial.
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When we get back, we see Mateusz Bartkowiak in Morgan's office, standing over Morgan's desk.
Mateusz: Boss, I know that I accepted this non-wrestling role, but the ring is calling to me. Give me a match next week.
Morgan: I don't know if there would be any healthy opponents to match you up against, and do you actually want to go somewhere, or just one match? Because I just got done telling Bloom how I run the company so much better than he could.
Mateusz's eyes light up at the mention of Bloom. Not a happy light, but that of rage.
Mateusz: That fool is the reason I want a match. I want to get back into the ring. I want to help you beat Bloom and send him off once and for all.
Morgan looks up at him, a glimmer of hope.
Morgan: Matty, you have a lot of heart. I'll see if there is any way I can find a spot for a match for you on the nex show if it means that much to you, but no promises.
Mateusz nods and smiles, shaking hands with Alex and leaving the office.
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We come back from commercial, and the crowd cheers loudly as Rebecca Martin takes her usual place in the center of the ring. The camera pans out to show the entirety of the NAW Arena once again, such a beautiful small atmosphere, with the great Arena feel. The entire crowd of 9,376 is on their feet and roaring.
The Celtic tune starts to play in, that of "Gael" by Maclean, and the crowd gives a very mixed response. There are a reasonable amount of cheers tonight, but they're giving their fair share of boos as well. Trent Brown appears onstage with his wife, Katherine Brock-Brown, and Kat gives a huge smile and wave as Trent looks down the ramp and straight into the ring. They head down the ramp slowly, Kat greeting several fans. As usual, they part at the mouth of the ramp, and Kat heads for her usual ringside position, smiling still as Trent gets into the ring. He walks around the ring once, pounding his chest a couple times and letting out a feral cry. He then gets into his corner and leans on the turnbuckle pad, hands on the top rope on either side as he waits.
As his music fades out, the eerie tune "Francois Martin" by the Tenth Stage begins to play. The crowd all give their attention to the stage as the lights are dim and a spotlight shines at the entrance way. David Fraggle appears on the stage after a few seconds, mask on and all. He stares around at the crowd, then down into the ring at Trent, who looks ready to get right down to business. Fraggle stares for a few seconds before heading down the ramp, not wasting a second. He slides into the ring and runs to a corner, jumping up onto the turnbuckle and holding his arms up. He jumps down with a spin and lands perfectly in his corner, staring over at Trent, who gives a nod as the music fades out and the lights come back on.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall and is the main event of the evening! Introducing first, "The Very Good" DAVID FRAGGLE!
The crowd gives cheers as he holds an arm up for a second, then gets back into his stance for the match.
Rebecca: And his opponent....all the way from Dublin, Ireland.... TRENT BROWN!
The cheers turn into a mixture of cheers and boos as Trent smiles a bit and stands tall when his name is called, then gets right back into stance. Rebecca hops out of the ring quickly and Eddie Higgins calls for the bell.
Trent Brown vs David Fraggle
The two men circle the ring for a few seconds and then lock up. Trent easily wins the power battle, squishing Fraggle against the ropes. He pushes, stretching the rope, then whips Fraggle across the ring. He takes a few steps and Fraggle comes back. Trent bends forward a bit and Fraggle takes this opportunity to leap over him, roll over with a forward shoulder roll, then get right back up and spin around, facing Trent. He runs at Trent who sidesteps him, then he comes back off the ropes and Trent takes him down with an elbow to the chest. Fraggle loses air for a second, but it doesn't keep him down for long, as he hops right back up and circles the ring with Trent again.
Gould: Looks like both of these men are trying to get into each other's heads. Fraggle tends to be pretty good with the mind games.
Torres: Well he should hurry up and work his voodoo magic before Trent beats him half way to death, eh?
They go to lock up, but at the last second, Fraggle ducks under with a rip motion, turning with agility and is able to get a boot up to boot Trent in the side of the head and put him right on the mat. The crowd cheers and Fraggle picks Trent up, whipping him into a corner. He runs and jumps up onto the second rope, hits Trent a couple times in the head, the crowd counting along, then he hops up and sends Trent across the ring with a Hurricanrana! He hurries over and goes for a cover.
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Kickout by Trent!
Gould: What a set up for a great match by Fraggle. Looks like he's got the upper hand on this one, and I'm excited to see what happens next!
Fraggle gets up and pulls Trent up, this time Trent shoving him. Fraggle backs up and almost falls over, and Trent charges. Fraggle drops to the mat and Trent runs over him, Fraggle gets back up and Trent comes at him with a diving clothesline. He gets right back up and Fraggle rolls onto his stomach, getting up more slowly. Trent grabs him by the hair and lifts him, scooping and slamming him right onto the mat. Trent then stomps on Fraggle a few times before picking him up and whipping him into the corner. He charges and hits Fraggle in the chest with a high knee, then presses harder gradually, applying more pressure slowly and taking the air right from Fraggle's lungs.
Torres: Now this is what I'm talking about! Look at the way Fraggle is struggling to survive in there!
Eddie Higgins starts a five count, and Trent utilizes as much as humanly possible before backing off. Fraggle drops into a sitting position though, and Trent pounds his chest a few times before charging and hitting Fraggle with the sole of his boot. He smiles as he pulls Fraggle to the center of the ring, connecting with a Suplex, and floating over for a cover with a leg hook.
ONE
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Kickout by Fraggle now!
Torres: Come on Trent, he's poking ya and your the angry bear! Do the angry bear thing that you do!
Gould: What in the world, Jim? I think you've lost your mind.
Torres: No, he does that loud "ROAR" thing, then he devours his opponent. I see it all the time.
Trent looks down at Fraggle, who is looking for a rope or something to grab for support, and Trent helps him up with another handful of his hair. He keeps Fraggle bent forward and elbows him a few times in the spine, Fraggle letting out a howl of pain with each shot he is given. He finally picks Fraggle up, lifting him up like he's looking for another Scoop Slam, when the turnbuckle catches his eye. With a glimmer, he carries Fraggle over, dropping him hard and face first into the turnbuckle pad. Fraggle leans on the turnbuckle for a second so he doesn't fall over, and when he is able to turn around, he's met with a huge right hand that sends him right back into it, leaning back this time. Trent runs and boots Fraggle in the head again, the force almost putting the much smaller competitor on the floor outside, but he is able to come back down to the mat before tipping out, but he immediately hits the mat face first. Trent smiles at his handiwork, and Kat slaps the mat a few times yelling for him to get the match over with. He pulls Fraggle to the center of the ring and covers.
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Kickout by Fraggle! Trent gets up immediately, in a fit of rage, and corners Eddie Higgins. Higgins argues right back, as usual, yelling that it was only a two count. In all of the arguing, Fraggle is able to get onto a knee. He comes up behind Trent and rolls him up from behind!
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TW--Eddie Higgins stops the count, seeing that Fraggle has a hand on the trunks of Trent, and Fraggle looks at the hand and shakes his head.
Gould: Hand on the trunks breaks up what was a great opportunity for Fraggle! To be honest, I don't even think he realized he was doing it, by the look on his face.
Fraggle leans in the corner for a second before boosting himself to a seated position on the top turnbuckle. He carefully gets himself standing at the top and waits as Trent slowly gets to his feet. As Trent stands up, Fraggle sizes him up and dives off, landing a nice Diving Crossbody, and he grabs Trent's legs and hooks them, covering again!
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TWO
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Trent powers out in time to break it up again!
Torres: When is Fraggle going to realize this is worthless and just quit?
Gould: No match is really ever worthles.
Torres: Didn't mean the match, I meant he should quit wrestling altogether.
Fraggle remains in a sitting position a few seconds before picking Trent up. Trent is still somewhat groggy and doesn't respond right away, and Fraggle takes this opportunity to plant him into the mat with a DDT, but doesn't let go of him, and picks him up, planting him with a second DDT! He covers Trent again.
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TH-Kickout by Trent again!
Gould: How is he kicking out?
Torres: How is he still alive?
Fraggle pounds on the mat and crawls over to the corner. He climbs up to the top rope and comes off with a Moonsault, but Trent rolls out of the ring and out of harm's way, making Fraggle flop right onto the canvas! Trent backs away from the ring and clutches his side as fans give him pats on the back and try to take pictures with him real quick. He gets away from the rowdiest fans and moves to somewhere that he can collect himself as Higgins starts the count.
1...
2...
Torres: Holy christ, what a match these two have put on so far.
Gould: After matching losses at Holiday Fear, I think these two both know that they have to get the momentum back in their favor.
3...
4...
Trent walks back over beside the ring and pulls Fraggle out, whipping him immediately into the ring post. He picks Fraggle up and slides in the ring behind him, then gets to his feet and pounds his chest in a rhythmic pattern. As Fraggle slowly gets to his feet, Trent charges and hits Fraggle with his huge running clothesline that he has dubbed Brute Force! The force of it actually sends Trent down to the mat as well, and both of them lie motionless for a bit before Trent is able to crawl over and hook a leg.
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THRE--Kickout literally just in time by Fraggle! The look on Trent's face is a mixture of shock, awe, and absolute rage.
Torres: Trent looks like he might just have to murder Fraggle instead of just finishing this match.
Gould: Neither one of them is making this match easy on the other. It's an absolute epic battle right now.
Trent grabs Fraggle by the hair, looking to hit him with his signature Brute Force, he turns to see several members of the Enemies standing outside of the ring. Jordan and Davison on one side, Bane and Phoenix on the other. They all climb into the ring, and Trent starts hitting them all with right hands, keeping himself pretty well protected. Fraggle finally comes to and is able to help as well. Trent hits Jordan with Raw Power, Fraggle connects a Fraggle Rock Drop on Davison, and the two of them are both able to level Mac Bane. Trent hits Tyson Phoenix with a huge kick to the face, and then Gunner comes down the ramp. The bell rings as Higgins has lost all control of the match now, with the interference.
Gould: This is ridiculous, Jim! There is no reason for these men to be out here!
Torres: Sure there is. These guys are sending a message to Alex Morgan.
The group is finally able to overpower the two men wrestling, and they all gang up on them, stomping on the two repeatedly. Jordan climbs up onto the apron and they pick up Trent, as he hits the Perfect Execution. Gunner hits the Buckshot on a dazed Fraggle, and instead of falling down, he turns to see Mac Bane who connects with the BUA. As the beatdown finishes up, both of the copetitors lie helplessly on the mat until they stop, when they all stare up at the stage to Isaac Bloom, who gives them a nod of approval.