Post by Alice White on Feb 3, 2014 6:04:19 GMT -5
Immediately after Meltdown #20
The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle walking in a hallway. A figure wearing a skeleton suit arrives on the scene holding a briefcase.
Figure: My name is Carmesí and I can only assume that this briefcase with three million dollars inside it is for you.
The masked figure gives “The Very Good” David Fraggle the briefcase.
Carmesí: However unfortunately you didn’t read the fine print. The agreement that you signed wasn’t a here’s money do what you want with it agreement, it was a loan of money however we’re allowed to cash-in on favours as long as they end up equalling to the three million dollar loan that you’ve asked for. The first favour that I want you to do is hear me tell NAW that Carmesí and Thee Vamp are here and we’re coming for The Latin Kings. In our eyes they’re nothing but losers and we’re challenging them to step up and prove to the entire world that they can win a match. If they lose to us then it means that they should just pack their bags and hang up their boots because they don’t belong in this business.
Scene fades.
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The Slump
Note: The following segment takes place off-camera. It's just to further storylines and stuff, but isn't to be acknowledged in material without consent of Alex Morgan.
Alex Morgan is at his desk doing paperwork, keeping himself busy as usual. The door opens, and we see a sharp dressed man, black suit with a blood red tie. He adjusts his tie after opening the door, and Morgan looks up at him.
Morgan: Can I help you, Mr...?
Man: My name is Thomas Vaughn. I'm with MyNetwork TV.
Morgan looks semi-impressed that he's actually being visited by a network rep.
Morgan: What can I do for you, Mr. Vaughn?
Vaughn: Well, Mr. Morgan, it's come to our attention at the network that your program, Monday Night Meltdown has been slumping in ratings over the past several months.
Morgan: Well, I mean... I'm sure there's an explanation.
Vaughn: There is. People are starting to think that your program is beginning to grow stale. You need a big event.
Morgan: Well we do have the St. Valentine's Day Special coming up, which your guys gave me the nod to add some extra time onto the show.
Vaughn: They mentioned that. The guy who personally told you yes told me he dearly regrets it. The fact of the matter is this, Mr. Morgan. If your ratings don't go up, our network will have no choice but to drop you from our schedules. We have several other shows willing to fill in the gap, and you sign contracts with us on a monthly basis. You're good for February, but how much longer will your show last? A friendly tip, you'll need a huge event, with lots of fans. Maybe throw something together to Madison Square Garden?
Morgan: I don't have the money for New York. Robert Martin was funding things, and his sudden disappearance is the reason that we're not touring anymore in the first place.
Vaughn: That's a shame. This place definitely has the potential, you just have to get people interested in the product. Personally, I'm rooting for you.
Morgan heaves a sigh and looks up at the man, who now has his hand outreached for a shake. Morgan obliges, but clearly not happily. Vaughn nods and leaves silently, shutting the door behind him.
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Thee Arrival
The camera shows Carmesí and Thee Vamp standing outside the arena.
Carmesí: Tonight Thee Vamp and I make our in-ring debut for NAW and I must admit that we’re looking forward to it. Tonight NAW sees something that it might never see again.
The scene fades with Carmesí and Thee Vamp laughing.
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Big Announcements
We fade in to the show now, minus all the pyrotechnics and stuff. The crowd cheers though as "Tom Sawyer" by Rush plays. Alex Morgan appears onstage, staring around the arena, a slight smirk across his face. He adjusts the bow tie and starts on his way down the ramp, greeting several fans. He goes over to the ring stairs and goes up them, nodding his head to the screaming fans as he gets into the ring. He goes to the center of the ring and waits for the crowd to quiet down, which they immediately do.
Morgan: Thank you all for attending the show! We don't have all of the big names that you've come to know, because hey, we all need a week or two off, right? Anyway, some more big annoucnements that I'm sure you all have grown to love oh, so much.
Morgan smirks, clearly sarcastic, because he knows that these announcements suck. The crowd pops for him though, which is all that counts when it comes down to it.
Morgan: First of all, we have the NAW Championship, which has to be defended at St. Valentine's Day Massacre, right? I figure that there is a very prime candidate to give that opportunity. I'm looking at you, David Fraggle.
The crowd pops at Fraggle's gaining the title shot nod, and Morgan continues to smile.
Gould: Fraggle's getting a shot at the NAW Championship? That's great!
Torres: Are you kidding? Terrible decision, how does not winning the second belt give you the chance to gain the prime championship?!?! Morgan is out of his mind right now!
Morgan smiles and walks around the ring a little bit as the crowd starts to tone down some.
Morgan: And then of course, we have the matter of the Horizon Championship. You see, Mac Bane has officially announced his resignation from NAW. He was our number one contender for that championship after winning it at Holiday Fear. The next closest competitor in that match was Jason Price. So the sensical thing would be to give Jason Price his shot at that belt, right?
The crowd cheers more, loving the thought of Jason Price getting a chance to attain gold in NAW.
Morgan: Well I'm anything but sensical. I think instead, I'll be doing this. At the next edition of Meltdown, Jason Price will face Alex Jones, one on one! The winner of that match will be the number one contender for the NAW Horizon Championship against Gunner Hughes!
The crowd cheers even louder now, and Morgan looks incredibly proud of himself.
Morgan: Actually, there won't be a decision match next week. Alex Jones and Jason Price will both be facing Gunner Hughes, in a Triple Threat Match at St. Valentine's Day Massacre!
The crowd explodes at this announcement of great magnitude.
Morgan: We will also see the resurgence of the tag team division! We will have two of our most recently acquired tag teams in action against currently running teams, and I'm sure you guys can expect some more at the show!
The crowd continues to cheer loudly as Morgan smiles and nods. He looks up at the stage, seeing a man in a suit smiling and clapping as well at the top of the stage. He's dropped back into the tunnel a bit, the fans can't see him, but Morgan's smile fades away as he sees it. "Tom Sawyer" plays though, and Morgan plays it off with a nod as he starts heading back up the ramp to the back.
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As Jimmy Ferguson and Todd Morrison stand in the centre of the ring Rebecca begins to speak.
Rebecca: The following contest is a tag team match, set for one fall. Currently in the ring they are the team of Jimmy Ferguson and Todd Morrison.
Jimmy Ferguson and Todd Morrison run to corners and raise their arms.
Rebecca: And their opponents, making their NAW in-ring debut, they are the team of Carmesí and Thee vamp The Lost Family.
As Cry Little Sister” plays on the PA system the lights go out. Carmesí and Thee Vamp walk out from behind the curtains and walk slowly to the ring. When they get to the ring they slide into it and crawls to the centre of the ring as the lights go back on. They then wait on the match to start.
Gould: These two look intimidating.
Torres: It doesn’t matter what they look like, what matters is what they can do in the ring. Right now I’m not impressed with them and their talks about respect and the fact that they gave David Fraggle money.
The Lost Family vs Ferguson/Morrison
As the bell rings Carmesí and Todd Morrison leave the ring. Thee Vamp and Jimmy Ferguson walk to the centre of the ring and Thee Vamp kicks Jimmy in the gut, he then onches Jimmy on the head making him fall onto the ground.
Gould: That was a cheap shot.
Torres: Well I liked it.
Thee Vamp stomps on Jimmy, he then goes onto the ground and begins to choke him. The ref counts.
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Thee Vamp lets go of the choke hold. The ref shouts at Thee Vamp.
Gould: There’s nothing respectable about that choke hold.
Torres: At the end of the day the best team will win the match.
Thee Vamp elbows Jimmy. Thee Vamp then goes for a pin. The ref counts.
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Thee Vamp pulls Jimmy’s head off of the mat.
Gould: I don’t understand that.
Torres: He wants to do more damage.
Thee Vamp stands up. He then grabs Jimmy’s head and tries to force him up however Jimmy punches Thee Vamp in the gut thee times. Jimmy then punches Thee Vamp on the head. Jimmy then runs to the ropes, he then runs to Thee Vamp but Thee Vamp close lines him knocking him down.
Gould: Jimmy tried to fight back.
Torres: Thee Vamp was ready for him and now he looks ready to finish him off.
Thee Vamp grabs Jimmy’s head and forces him up. He then picks him and does a Blood Thirst. Jimmy lands at his corner and Todd Morrison tags himself in. Tod enters the ring, runs to Thee Vamp who grabs him and side slams him.
Gould: Thee Vamp is a monster in there.
Torres: However it looks like Carmesí wants tagged in.
Carmesí calls for a tag. Thee Vamp walks over to the corner and tags in Carmesí who enters the ring. Carmesí stands in the corner and waits on Todd to stand up. Todd finally stands up and Carmesí runs to him and does a Crim Kick knocking out Todd.
Gould: Carmesi with a big kick to Todd.
Torres: First move that he’s done in NAW and it’s a big one.
Carmesí stands up and sees that Jimmy Ferguson has made it onto his feet. Carmesí runs to Jimmy and drop kicks him knocking him off of the ring apron. Carmesí then turns around, runs to the fallen Todd and locks in a Crim Lock. Todd quickly taps out and the ref calls for the bell which rings and “Cry Little Sister begins to play as Carmesí lets go of the hold and Thee Vamp enters the ring.
Rebecca: Here are your winners Carmesí and Thee Vamp The Lost Family.
The ref raises their arms.
Gould: The Lost Family have picked up their first win in NAW.
Torres: It appears that Carmesí is a man of very few actions but the actions that he does will leave you wondering what he’ll do next.
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Commercial
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Wishes & Favors
The camera shows Thee vamp and Carmesí walking down a corridor, “The Very Good” David Fraggle arrives on the scene.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: What was that?
Carmesí: What was what?
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: All that I heard from you guys was you were going to put on a very fair respectable wrestling match and you destroyed those guys.
Carmesí: What that was, was us doing a dying wish. She told us that we have worked hard for this opportunity so she wanted us to do something in her honour, destroy our opponents like we are sacrificing them to her. We worship her so we have to do everything that she says or she gets very angry.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Who are you talking about?
Carmesí: Sister Anne and she is everywhere that we go and oh by the way it was her who was pulling petals off of a flower trying to decide your thoughts on her.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: You guys are crazy, there’s no sister following you guys.
Carmesí: She is following us and you’re making her angry. You don’t want to make her angry. Do you know what she’s saying to me? She’s telling me to cash in on another favour that you owe us. The favour that she wants is you to answer one question. What can we offer you so that you join The Lost Family?
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: I’m not going to join you guys.
Carmesí: That’s fine it’s all that we wanted. Come on Vamp we need to talk in private about Latin Kings and how they’re in trouble when they face us.
As Thee Vamp and Carmesí walk away the scene fades.
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Dawgs
When we come back to the main arena, the lights black out. They stay like this for several seconds as the crowd anticipation begins to build up, the fans trying to figure out why the lights went out.
Torres: Looks like Morgan forgot to pay the damn electric bill.
Gould: I'm not sure that the power company is functioning this late at night. Not sure why the lights are out though.
Now we hear an instrumental version of the song "Dawgs" by Konnan. The strobes go off around the arena, and you can still barely see anything. Everyone is excited, moreso out of confusion than any actual excitement. When the lights come back on to normal, we see the Latin Kings on the stage, smiles on their faces, nodding their heads to the music. Diego Martinez looks around as Marco runs across the stage and hops up, coming down a few feet forward on the stage. He heads down the ramp with a hop in his step, sliding into the ring. Diego comes out, not too far behind, more intense in his arrival.
Gould: Wow, this is a sight that I haven't seen in quite a while!
Torres: Yeah, these guys were in active, supposedly due to a very heated contract negotiation, but they're definitely back.
Gould: They're back with a new style, and wow, this is kind of impressive.
Diego reaches out for a microphone, which he is given as the crowd quiets down, the music doing so too. Diego walks around the ring for a minute before taking off his sunglasses and putting them closed in his shirt pocket, a black button down. He looks around at the fans as they finish getting quiet.
Diego: What's up Wilkes Barre! The Latin Kings are back, and we are here to make one hell of an impact!
The crowd cheers for them as Diego licks his lips, smiling.
Diego: You see, we weren't taken seriously in our first run here, and we thought about it, and honestly, we looked a little sloppy. But we talked to Alex Morgan, and we were able to strike up some things, and we think you'll like it. So you know those clowns, the Lost Family, that you saw tonight?
A cheer is the crowd's acknowledgement.
Diego: Well we got us a match with them, not because we asked for it, but because they demanded it from David Fraggle.
The crowd cheers.
Diego: Now first of all, I don't know who the Lost Family think they are to demand a match when they weren't even official yet, and secondly, who is this gringo that they think that he has the pull to make matches? But we talked to El Jefe himself, and we got our match set for the St. Valentine's Day Massacre!
The crowd cheers again loudly. Marco grabs the microphone roughly from Diego.
Marco: Look everyone. We are here to make an impact. We are here to make a statement. And right now, the whole roster is on notice. The Latin Kings are here, holmes. And we're serious.
Marco drops the microphone as "Dawgs" tunes back up as the two men leave the ring.
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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: The following match is set for one fall, introducing first.... 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.
Rebecca: And his opponent.... The Texas Terror..... CHRIS COOPER!
The arena dims to darkness as the sound of shattering glass breaks the awkward silence. Kirk Hammett's screaming guitar overature begins as Chris Cooper comes running out of the dressing room and through the curtain with a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red. He guzzles some of the rough liquid and drops it as he runs down to ringside and slides into the ring. He leaps to his feet and throws his arms into the air. He bounces off the ropes to get a feel for things before taking to the opposite corner from Alex.
Alex Jones vs Chris Cooper
Alex Jones quickly cinches in a Hammerlock on the arm of Chris Cooper but he elbows him in the face to escape. Cooper throws Jones into the ropes and goes for the Clothesline but he ducks under and runs back and hits a Dropkick. Chris Cooper gets right up but runs into an Arm Drag! Alex Jones keeps hold of the arm and wrenches it tight. He keeps the hold for a good twenty seconds as Chris Cooper reaches for the ropes. Finally, he gets the rope and the hold is released. The two men lock up in a test of strength.
Gould: Not a good idea, Alex...
Chris Cooper wins the test of strength and shoves Jones to the mat. He gets up quickly only to be met with a Scoop Slam. Cooper brings Jones up and into a Bear Hug.
Torres: Wow! Smart move by The Texas Terror. Squeezing the life out of the smaller man.
Gould: Will he tap?
Alex Jones elbows Chris Cooper repeatedly. Chris Cooper sets AJ down and gets hit with a Snap DDT! Alex Jones goes for the pin!
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Chris Cooper kicks out!
Torres: So close there!
Alex Jones bounces of the ropes and goes for a Frankensteiner but he is caught by Chris Cooper! Chris Cooper rolls Jones down so that he's pointing straight down and hits a massive Piledriver!
Gould: Alex Jones looks to be paralyzed!
Chris Cooper goes for the pin!
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Alex Jones kicks out in the nick of time! Chris Cooper shows his frustration and signals for the Jackknife Powerbomb! He puts Alex Jones head between his knees and lifts him up high.
But The Prince Of Perfection reverses it and performs a Hurricanrana over the ropes but somehow, Chris Cooper holds on!
Jim Torres: What athleticism from The Texas Terror to hold on after than lightning quick Hurricanrana!
Malcolm Gould: That's right, 6'0, 315lbs and he still prevents that massive frame from going over!
As Chris Cooper gets up, Alex Jones leaps high off his feet, feigning a kick but switching to the other leg with an Enzuigiri, knocking the big man to the floor!
Jim Torres: What an AJ-Giri there, and a massive tumble for Chris Cooper.
Alex Jones quickly climbs to the top rope and jumps off, hitting a massive Plancha on the way down! Both men lay on the floor for a few seconds before getting up, with Jones getting to his feet and back into the ring quickly, Cooper coming in shortly after him. Jones wastes no time though, and Cooper can't even get to his feet before Jones is stomping on him. He has Cooper on a knee and keeps kicking and booting, making sure he doesn't get back up. Cooper has had enough though, and grabs an ankle of Jones, twisting hard and forcing Jones to spin around, making sure he lands flat on his face.
Torres: Great move there by Cooper, and that's gonna definitely buy him some very valuable time.
Jones is slow to get up for a second, and Cooper gets to his feet, leaning on the turnbuckle. He goes for a right hand to Jones, but Alex ducks and when Cooper turns around, Alex is able to sense it and connects with a vicious Pele Kick! The crowd erupts and Jones gets to his feet. He waits for Cooper and when Cooper is to his feet, AJ connects with the Endgame and covers, picking up the pinfall victory!
Rebecca: And your winner.... Alex Jones!
The crowd cheers as Alex gets to his feet and leaves the ring, holding his arms up high as his music plays.
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Greatness Arrives
I Love Rock And Roll by Joan Jett hits as a man in a black suit walks out from the backstage area. A spotlight shines on him as he makes his way down to the ring.
Lance: For the people who know who I am, you know that a phenomenon has arrived here in North Atlantic Wrestling. For the inbred hillbillies who don't, congratulations. You are now the biggest nitwits in the city. Regardless, Alex Morgan has told me to come out here and introduce myself to the lowest common denominator. My name is Lance St. Evans. I have been in this business for a while. I was Hell's Gate Wrestling Inferno Champion and the United Kingdom Wrestling British Champion, I've put on classics all around the world and I'm here to show each and every one of you why I'm the best.
The crowd immediately takes none of this abuse, booing him intensely.
Lance: Look at how I came down the aisle. With a spotlight. Look at me, look at what I'm wearing. $20,000 Armani Suit. $2000 Silk tie. Leather shoes that cost $1000. How do I afford this? By being the best wrestler in the world.
The boos don't stop, and in fact, it seems that they become even more intense after that proclamation.
Lance: Last week, I signed a contract with Alex Morgan, making me the newest star, no, superstar in NAW. As of now, I don't have a match. Clearly, Mr. Morgan has some faults. He doesn't see the worth of putting his new diamond in the ring with some godforsaken, luckless piece of crap who calls himself a wrestler. So, I want to give everyone a fair chance. Anyone of you can go up against the gem of wrestling, the best wrestler in the world. Me. Lance St. Evans. So go ahead, challenge me. But remember, call yourself an ambulance first.
Lance stands in the ring, a smile on his face, as the lights cut out. When they come back on, we see Marty Domingo standing in the ring staring at Lance. Marty is dressed in his gear, his jean shorts and boots, wrists all taped up and he looks ready to kick someone in the face.
Marty: Lance, if you want to come down here and shove all that trash into the mouths of these fine people, that's great. But don't come in here and proclaim yourself to be the best in the world. It doesn't work like that. If you want a match, well, I don't have any control over that. But I'm always looking for a fight.
With that, Marty drops the microphone and starts swinging at Lance. Lance comes back with some swings of his own though, and eventually gets the upper hand. He whips Domingo to the ropes and Domingo comes back, being greeted by a very vicious clothesline. Lance looks down at him as he lays in pain, and grabs him by the hair, throwing him into the corner. He runs and knees Domingo in the chest. He grabs him by the hair again, pulling him to the center of the ring for all to see, then he locks in the St. Evans Sleeper!
Gould: Come on, someone get out here to stop this!
Torres: Gould, Domingo brought this on himself. He shouldn't be starting fights that he can't finish. I like St. Evans, he looks like he means business.
St. Evans drops Domingo's lifeless body to the mat and stares down at him before grabbing his sport coat and tie, which were taken off during the brawl and leaving the ring.
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*Warriors of the World by Manowar plays on the PA as gold and silver pyros shoot off on the stage to the beat of the drums and then a lighting bolt hits the stage and JackHammer and Angel come through the curtain. JackHammer then stops at the top of the ramp and looks around to the crowd before raising his left fist as pyros shoot off on the stage. JackHammer and Angel head down the ramp as flame pyros shoot off along the whole length of the ramp to the ring. Angel heads to the corner as JackHammer climbs the ring steps, he then stops at the top step and raises his left fist sending pyros shooting out of the ring posts. JackHammer then steps into the ring over the top rope and removes his duster and bandana.*
Rebecca Martin: This match is One Fall To A Finish! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 360lbs, The Chi-Town Terror, JackHammer!
Jim Torres: This guy is impressive in so many ways. His size, his power, his endurance.
*Eye Of The Tiger plays around the arena*
*Jason Price walks down the ramp towards the ring. Slapping the outreach hands of the fans. He stops and looks at a sign and holds it up and give it back to the young fan.*
Jim Torres: And this guy makes me sick.
Rebecca Martin: And his opponent! From San Diego, California, weighing in at 210lbs, Jason Price!
*He continues towards the ring as he takes in the cheering of the fans. He steps inside the ring and he shakes the hands of the ref and go to his corner.*
Jim Torres: All his lovey-dovey hard work, keep at it attitude. It doesn't work in the real world! You're not in college looking to change the world, you're in the NAW!
Malcolm Gould: If he wants to be nice, let him.
*The bell rings*
Jason Price extends a hand to JackHammer who readily accepts.
Malcolm Gould: Great sportsmanship from both these men!
JackHammer suddenly pulls Price in and hits hi. With a big Lariat!
Malcolm Gould: I was mistaken.
JackHammer throws Jason Price into the ropes and hits a Big Boot to the face.
He locks in a Dragon Sleeper, wearing his opponent down.
Jason Price tries to escape by standing and trying to turn but is lifted up and dropped down with a Reverse Suplex.
JackHammer inverts the grip and locks in a kneeling Guillotine.
Jason Price hooks one knee behind one of his opponent's knees and and puts an arm around the shoulder, rolling through and getting free. He waits for JackHammer to get up and hits a Dropkick, knocking him back into the corner. Jason Price charges at JackHammer but he is flattened by a Running Back Elbow! JackHammer aims for a Spear but Price rolls out of the way and JackHammer slams into the corner. Price charges at him and delivers a Baseball Slide to the gut! He rolls JackHammer over and locks in a Camel Clutch. JackHammer crawls towards the ropes but can't get there so he resorts to power, standing straight up and running back first into a corner! Suddenly, Jason Price switches his positioning and locks in a Sleeper Hold! But JackHammer bounces off the ropes, still carrying Price and flips him over his Shoulder with a Snapmare and holds on for a another Dragon Sleeper! He then switches his arms to Jason Price's gut and and slams him down for a Sidewalk Slam for the pin.
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Jason Price kicks out! JackHammer picks him up for the Military Press but Price punches him in the head repeatedly and escapes, dropping down onto the apron. He slams his shoulder into JackHammer's gut and Slingshots over the ropes for a Crossbody Pin!
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JackHammer kicks out with force, throwing Jason Price across the ring! JackHammer gets up and charges, only to be thrown over with an Arm Drag! He does the same and gets hit with a Hip Toss! The third time, JackHammer ducks underneath a Superkick and hits a Jumping Clothesline! He picks him up and hits a Vertical Suplex! He throws Price off the ropes and crouches down for a Spinebuster but gets floored with a vicious kick to the head instead!
Gould: Awesome counter by Price, and it definitely keeps him alive in this match.
Torres: No crap it keeps him alive, Gould. Pretty sure that's what offense is all about.
Price smiles as the crowd cheers him on, and he grabs JackHammer by the back of the head. He drags him to a corner and throws him against it, stomping at the chest of JackHammer repeatedly, and the crowd chants and counts along with the stomps. He pulls JackHammer to the center of the ring and plants him with a DDT.
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Gould: How did JackHammer kick out of that?
Torres: How did Price think that he wouldn't?
Price gets to his feet again, looking at his downed opponent in frustration, shock, and confusion. He somehow, SOMEHOW manages to connect the Enforcer to his much larger opponent, and is sure enough able to pick up a pinfall victory in the process. He is all smiles as "Eye of the Tiger" plays and his hand is raised in victory.
Rebecca: And your winner..... JASON PRICE!
Price heads up the ramp, the smile on his face absolutely huge and ecstatic as the scene cuts.
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Note: The following scene is off-camera, and shouldn't be mentioned directly in future materials.
The Slump II
We see Morgan in his office again, this time talking to Mateusz Bartkowiak who is praising tonight's show.
Mateusz: No boss, I thought it was excellent. The midcard guys definitely proved their worth, and a few of them should probably keep at it and could go very far.
Morgan: I was definitely thinking that. I thought all the guys did great.
Mateusz: Yeah, definitely. I just think we could--
There is a knock at the door, stopping Matty dead in his tracks as the door opens. Vaughn from earlier appears at the door alongside none other than Isaac Bloom.
Morgan: Yes, gentlemen?
Morgan looks coldly at Bloom as he says this.
Vaughn: Mr. Morgan, I've been talking to Mr. Bloom for the duration of tonight's show, and he has definitely pitched some interesting ideas my way. We wanted to discuss some business with you if that's okay?
Morgan stares, totally silent.
Bloom: The idea here Morgan, is that the MyNetwork guys think I could run this company to become a global empire. They think I've got the right stuff. They think I have that little bit of moxie that you lack.
Morgan continues staring, not liking the direction that this conversation has taken quickly.
Morgan: Get out of my office before I call the authorities and have them escort you out.
Bloom just smirks and shakes his head.
Bloom: We can talk later then, Alex. But trust me, this offer is best for everyone involved, and if you love this company, you'll actually let me pitch it.
Bloom and Vaughn leave as Morgan just stares at Mateusz.
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The camera shows “The Very Good” David Fraggle walking in a hallway. A figure wearing a skeleton suit arrives on the scene holding a briefcase.
Figure: My name is Carmesí and I can only assume that this briefcase with three million dollars inside it is for you.
The masked figure gives “The Very Good” David Fraggle the briefcase.
Carmesí: However unfortunately you didn’t read the fine print. The agreement that you signed wasn’t a here’s money do what you want with it agreement, it was a loan of money however we’re allowed to cash-in on favours as long as they end up equalling to the three million dollar loan that you’ve asked for. The first favour that I want you to do is hear me tell NAW that Carmesí and Thee Vamp are here and we’re coming for The Latin Kings. In our eyes they’re nothing but losers and we’re challenging them to step up and prove to the entire world that they can win a match. If they lose to us then it means that they should just pack their bags and hang up their boots because they don’t belong in this business.
Scene fades.
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The Slump
Note: The following segment takes place off-camera. It's just to further storylines and stuff, but isn't to be acknowledged in material without consent of Alex Morgan.
Alex Morgan is at his desk doing paperwork, keeping himself busy as usual. The door opens, and we see a sharp dressed man, black suit with a blood red tie. He adjusts his tie after opening the door, and Morgan looks up at him.
Morgan: Can I help you, Mr...?
Man: My name is Thomas Vaughn. I'm with MyNetwork TV.
Morgan looks semi-impressed that he's actually being visited by a network rep.
Morgan: What can I do for you, Mr. Vaughn?
Vaughn: Well, Mr. Morgan, it's come to our attention at the network that your program, Monday Night Meltdown has been slumping in ratings over the past several months.
Morgan: Well, I mean... I'm sure there's an explanation.
Vaughn: There is. People are starting to think that your program is beginning to grow stale. You need a big event.
Morgan: Well we do have the St. Valentine's Day Special coming up, which your guys gave me the nod to add some extra time onto the show.
Vaughn: They mentioned that. The guy who personally told you yes told me he dearly regrets it. The fact of the matter is this, Mr. Morgan. If your ratings don't go up, our network will have no choice but to drop you from our schedules. We have several other shows willing to fill in the gap, and you sign contracts with us on a monthly basis. You're good for February, but how much longer will your show last? A friendly tip, you'll need a huge event, with lots of fans. Maybe throw something together to Madison Square Garden?
Morgan: I don't have the money for New York. Robert Martin was funding things, and his sudden disappearance is the reason that we're not touring anymore in the first place.
Vaughn: That's a shame. This place definitely has the potential, you just have to get people interested in the product. Personally, I'm rooting for you.
Morgan heaves a sigh and looks up at the man, who now has his hand outreached for a shake. Morgan obliges, but clearly not happily. Vaughn nods and leaves silently, shutting the door behind him.
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Thee Arrival
The camera shows Carmesí and Thee Vamp standing outside the arena.
Carmesí: Tonight Thee Vamp and I make our in-ring debut for NAW and I must admit that we’re looking forward to it. Tonight NAW sees something that it might never see again.
The scene fades with Carmesí and Thee Vamp laughing.
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Big Announcements
We fade in to the show now, minus all the pyrotechnics and stuff. The crowd cheers though as "Tom Sawyer" by Rush plays. Alex Morgan appears onstage, staring around the arena, a slight smirk across his face. He adjusts the bow tie and starts on his way down the ramp, greeting several fans. He goes over to the ring stairs and goes up them, nodding his head to the screaming fans as he gets into the ring. He goes to the center of the ring and waits for the crowd to quiet down, which they immediately do.
Morgan: Thank you all for attending the show! We don't have all of the big names that you've come to know, because hey, we all need a week or two off, right? Anyway, some more big annoucnements that I'm sure you all have grown to love oh, so much.
Morgan smirks, clearly sarcastic, because he knows that these announcements suck. The crowd pops for him though, which is all that counts when it comes down to it.
Morgan: First of all, we have the NAW Championship, which has to be defended at St. Valentine's Day Massacre, right? I figure that there is a very prime candidate to give that opportunity. I'm looking at you, David Fraggle.
The crowd pops at Fraggle's gaining the title shot nod, and Morgan continues to smile.
Gould: Fraggle's getting a shot at the NAW Championship? That's great!
Torres: Are you kidding? Terrible decision, how does not winning the second belt give you the chance to gain the prime championship?!?! Morgan is out of his mind right now!
Morgan smiles and walks around the ring a little bit as the crowd starts to tone down some.
Morgan: And then of course, we have the matter of the Horizon Championship. You see, Mac Bane has officially announced his resignation from NAW. He was our number one contender for that championship after winning it at Holiday Fear. The next closest competitor in that match was Jason Price. So the sensical thing would be to give Jason Price his shot at that belt, right?
The crowd cheers more, loving the thought of Jason Price getting a chance to attain gold in NAW.
Morgan: Well I'm anything but sensical. I think instead, I'll be doing this. At the next edition of Meltdown, Jason Price will face Alex Jones, one on one! The winner of that match will be the number one contender for the NAW Horizon Championship against Gunner Hughes!
The crowd cheers even louder now, and Morgan looks incredibly proud of himself.
Morgan: Actually, there won't be a decision match next week. Alex Jones and Jason Price will both be facing Gunner Hughes, in a Triple Threat Match at St. Valentine's Day Massacre!
The crowd explodes at this announcement of great magnitude.
Morgan: We will also see the resurgence of the tag team division! We will have two of our most recently acquired tag teams in action against currently running teams, and I'm sure you guys can expect some more at the show!
The crowd continues to cheer loudly as Morgan smiles and nods. He looks up at the stage, seeing a man in a suit smiling and clapping as well at the top of the stage. He's dropped back into the tunnel a bit, the fans can't see him, but Morgan's smile fades away as he sees it. "Tom Sawyer" plays though, and Morgan plays it off with a nod as he starts heading back up the ramp to the back.
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As Jimmy Ferguson and Todd Morrison stand in the centre of the ring Rebecca begins to speak.
Rebecca: The following contest is a tag team match, set for one fall. Currently in the ring they are the team of Jimmy Ferguson and Todd Morrison.
Jimmy Ferguson and Todd Morrison run to corners and raise their arms.
Rebecca: And their opponents, making their NAW in-ring debut, they are the team of Carmesí and Thee vamp The Lost Family.
As Cry Little Sister” plays on the PA system the lights go out. Carmesí and Thee Vamp walk out from behind the curtains and walk slowly to the ring. When they get to the ring they slide into it and crawls to the centre of the ring as the lights go back on. They then wait on the match to start.
Gould: These two look intimidating.
Torres: It doesn’t matter what they look like, what matters is what they can do in the ring. Right now I’m not impressed with them and their talks about respect and the fact that they gave David Fraggle money.
The Lost Family vs Ferguson/Morrison
As the bell rings Carmesí and Todd Morrison leave the ring. Thee Vamp and Jimmy Ferguson walk to the centre of the ring and Thee Vamp kicks Jimmy in the gut, he then onches Jimmy on the head making him fall onto the ground.
Gould: That was a cheap shot.
Torres: Well I liked it.
Thee Vamp stomps on Jimmy, he then goes onto the ground and begins to choke him. The ref counts.
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Thee Vamp lets go of the choke hold. The ref shouts at Thee Vamp.
Gould: There’s nothing respectable about that choke hold.
Torres: At the end of the day the best team will win the match.
Thee Vamp elbows Jimmy. Thee Vamp then goes for a pin. The ref counts.
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Thee Vamp pulls Jimmy’s head off of the mat.
Gould: I don’t understand that.
Torres: He wants to do more damage.
Thee Vamp stands up. He then grabs Jimmy’s head and tries to force him up however Jimmy punches Thee Vamp in the gut thee times. Jimmy then punches Thee Vamp on the head. Jimmy then runs to the ropes, he then runs to Thee Vamp but Thee Vamp close lines him knocking him down.
Gould: Jimmy tried to fight back.
Torres: Thee Vamp was ready for him and now he looks ready to finish him off.
Thee Vamp grabs Jimmy’s head and forces him up. He then picks him and does a Blood Thirst. Jimmy lands at his corner and Todd Morrison tags himself in. Tod enters the ring, runs to Thee Vamp who grabs him and side slams him.
Gould: Thee Vamp is a monster in there.
Torres: However it looks like Carmesí wants tagged in.
Carmesí calls for a tag. Thee Vamp walks over to the corner and tags in Carmesí who enters the ring. Carmesí stands in the corner and waits on Todd to stand up. Todd finally stands up and Carmesí runs to him and does a Crim Kick knocking out Todd.
Gould: Carmesi with a big kick to Todd.
Torres: First move that he’s done in NAW and it’s a big one.
Carmesí stands up and sees that Jimmy Ferguson has made it onto his feet. Carmesí runs to Jimmy and drop kicks him knocking him off of the ring apron. Carmesí then turns around, runs to the fallen Todd and locks in a Crim Lock. Todd quickly taps out and the ref calls for the bell which rings and “Cry Little Sister begins to play as Carmesí lets go of the hold and Thee Vamp enters the ring.
Rebecca: Here are your winners Carmesí and Thee Vamp The Lost Family.
The ref raises their arms.
Gould: The Lost Family have picked up their first win in NAW.
Torres: It appears that Carmesí is a man of very few actions but the actions that he does will leave you wondering what he’ll do next.
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Commercial
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Wishes & Favors
The camera shows Thee vamp and Carmesí walking down a corridor, “The Very Good” David Fraggle arrives on the scene.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: What was that?
Carmesí: What was what?
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: All that I heard from you guys was you were going to put on a very fair respectable wrestling match and you destroyed those guys.
Carmesí: What that was, was us doing a dying wish. She told us that we have worked hard for this opportunity so she wanted us to do something in her honour, destroy our opponents like we are sacrificing them to her. We worship her so we have to do everything that she says or she gets very angry.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: Who are you talking about?
Carmesí: Sister Anne and she is everywhere that we go and oh by the way it was her who was pulling petals off of a flower trying to decide your thoughts on her.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: You guys are crazy, there’s no sister following you guys.
Carmesí: She is following us and you’re making her angry. You don’t want to make her angry. Do you know what she’s saying to me? She’s telling me to cash in on another favour that you owe us. The favour that she wants is you to answer one question. What can we offer you so that you join The Lost Family?
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: I’m not going to join you guys.
Carmesí: That’s fine it’s all that we wanted. Come on Vamp we need to talk in private about Latin Kings and how they’re in trouble when they face us.
As Thee Vamp and Carmesí walk away the scene fades.
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Dawgs
When we come back to the main arena, the lights black out. They stay like this for several seconds as the crowd anticipation begins to build up, the fans trying to figure out why the lights went out.
Torres: Looks like Morgan forgot to pay the damn electric bill.
Gould: I'm not sure that the power company is functioning this late at night. Not sure why the lights are out though.
Now we hear an instrumental version of the song "Dawgs" by Konnan. The strobes go off around the arena, and you can still barely see anything. Everyone is excited, moreso out of confusion than any actual excitement. When the lights come back on to normal, we see the Latin Kings on the stage, smiles on their faces, nodding their heads to the music. Diego Martinez looks around as Marco runs across the stage and hops up, coming down a few feet forward on the stage. He heads down the ramp with a hop in his step, sliding into the ring. Diego comes out, not too far behind, more intense in his arrival.
Gould: Wow, this is a sight that I haven't seen in quite a while!
Torres: Yeah, these guys were in active, supposedly due to a very heated contract negotiation, but they're definitely back.
Gould: They're back with a new style, and wow, this is kind of impressive.
Diego reaches out for a microphone, which he is given as the crowd quiets down, the music doing so too. Diego walks around the ring for a minute before taking off his sunglasses and putting them closed in his shirt pocket, a black button down. He looks around at the fans as they finish getting quiet.
Diego: What's up Wilkes Barre! The Latin Kings are back, and we are here to make one hell of an impact!
The crowd cheers for them as Diego licks his lips, smiling.
Diego: You see, we weren't taken seriously in our first run here, and we thought about it, and honestly, we looked a little sloppy. But we talked to Alex Morgan, and we were able to strike up some things, and we think you'll like it. So you know those clowns, the Lost Family, that you saw tonight?
A cheer is the crowd's acknowledgement.
Diego: Well we got us a match with them, not because we asked for it, but because they demanded it from David Fraggle.
The crowd cheers.
Diego: Now first of all, I don't know who the Lost Family think they are to demand a match when they weren't even official yet, and secondly, who is this gringo that they think that he has the pull to make matches? But we talked to El Jefe himself, and we got our match set for the St. Valentine's Day Massacre!
The crowd cheers again loudly. Marco grabs the microphone roughly from Diego.
Marco: Look everyone. We are here to make an impact. We are here to make a statement. And right now, the whole roster is on notice. The Latin Kings are here, holmes. And we're serious.
Marco drops the microphone as "Dawgs" tunes back up as the two men leave the ring.
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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: The following match is set for one fall, introducing first.... 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.
Rebecca: And his opponent.... The Texas Terror..... CHRIS COOPER!
The arena dims to darkness as the sound of shattering glass breaks the awkward silence. Kirk Hammett's screaming guitar overature begins as Chris Cooper comes running out of the dressing room and through the curtain with a bottle of Johnnie Walker Red. He guzzles some of the rough liquid and drops it as he runs down to ringside and slides into the ring. He leaps to his feet and throws his arms into the air. He bounces off the ropes to get a feel for things before taking to the opposite corner from Alex.
Alex Jones vs Chris Cooper
Alex Jones quickly cinches in a Hammerlock on the arm of Chris Cooper but he elbows him in the face to escape. Cooper throws Jones into the ropes and goes for the Clothesline but he ducks under and runs back and hits a Dropkick. Chris Cooper gets right up but runs into an Arm Drag! Alex Jones keeps hold of the arm and wrenches it tight. He keeps the hold for a good twenty seconds as Chris Cooper reaches for the ropes. Finally, he gets the rope and the hold is released. The two men lock up in a test of strength.
Gould: Not a good idea, Alex...
Chris Cooper wins the test of strength and shoves Jones to the mat. He gets up quickly only to be met with a Scoop Slam. Cooper brings Jones up and into a Bear Hug.
Torres: Wow! Smart move by The Texas Terror. Squeezing the life out of the smaller man.
Gould: Will he tap?
Alex Jones elbows Chris Cooper repeatedly. Chris Cooper sets AJ down and gets hit with a Snap DDT! Alex Jones goes for the pin!
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Chris Cooper kicks out!
Torres: So close there!
Alex Jones bounces of the ropes and goes for a Frankensteiner but he is caught by Chris Cooper! Chris Cooper rolls Jones down so that he's pointing straight down and hits a massive Piledriver!
Gould: Alex Jones looks to be paralyzed!
Chris Cooper goes for the pin!
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Alex Jones kicks out in the nick of time! Chris Cooper shows his frustration and signals for the Jackknife Powerbomb! He puts Alex Jones head between his knees and lifts him up high.
But The Prince Of Perfection reverses it and performs a Hurricanrana over the ropes but somehow, Chris Cooper holds on!
Jim Torres: What athleticism from The Texas Terror to hold on after than lightning quick Hurricanrana!
Malcolm Gould: That's right, 6'0, 315lbs and he still prevents that massive frame from going over!
As Chris Cooper gets up, Alex Jones leaps high off his feet, feigning a kick but switching to the other leg with an Enzuigiri, knocking the big man to the floor!
Jim Torres: What an AJ-Giri there, and a massive tumble for Chris Cooper.
Alex Jones quickly climbs to the top rope and jumps off, hitting a massive Plancha on the way down! Both men lay on the floor for a few seconds before getting up, with Jones getting to his feet and back into the ring quickly, Cooper coming in shortly after him. Jones wastes no time though, and Cooper can't even get to his feet before Jones is stomping on him. He has Cooper on a knee and keeps kicking and booting, making sure he doesn't get back up. Cooper has had enough though, and grabs an ankle of Jones, twisting hard and forcing Jones to spin around, making sure he lands flat on his face.
Torres: Great move there by Cooper, and that's gonna definitely buy him some very valuable time.
Jones is slow to get up for a second, and Cooper gets to his feet, leaning on the turnbuckle. He goes for a right hand to Jones, but Alex ducks and when Cooper turns around, Alex is able to sense it and connects with a vicious Pele Kick! The crowd erupts and Jones gets to his feet. He waits for Cooper and when Cooper is to his feet, AJ connects with the Endgame and covers, picking up the pinfall victory!
Rebecca: And your winner.... Alex Jones!
The crowd cheers as Alex gets to his feet and leaves the ring, holding his arms up high as his music plays.
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Greatness Arrives
I Love Rock And Roll by Joan Jett hits as a man in a black suit walks out from the backstage area. A spotlight shines on him as he makes his way down to the ring.
Lance: For the people who know who I am, you know that a phenomenon has arrived here in North Atlantic Wrestling. For the inbred hillbillies who don't, congratulations. You are now the biggest nitwits in the city. Regardless, Alex Morgan has told me to come out here and introduce myself to the lowest common denominator. My name is Lance St. Evans. I have been in this business for a while. I was Hell's Gate Wrestling Inferno Champion and the United Kingdom Wrestling British Champion, I've put on classics all around the world and I'm here to show each and every one of you why I'm the best.
The crowd immediately takes none of this abuse, booing him intensely.
Lance: Look at how I came down the aisle. With a spotlight. Look at me, look at what I'm wearing. $20,000 Armani Suit. $2000 Silk tie. Leather shoes that cost $1000. How do I afford this? By being the best wrestler in the world.
The boos don't stop, and in fact, it seems that they become even more intense after that proclamation.
Lance: Last week, I signed a contract with Alex Morgan, making me the newest star, no, superstar in NAW. As of now, I don't have a match. Clearly, Mr. Morgan has some faults. He doesn't see the worth of putting his new diamond in the ring with some godforsaken, luckless piece of crap who calls himself a wrestler. So, I want to give everyone a fair chance. Anyone of you can go up against the gem of wrestling, the best wrestler in the world. Me. Lance St. Evans. So go ahead, challenge me. But remember, call yourself an ambulance first.
Lance stands in the ring, a smile on his face, as the lights cut out. When they come back on, we see Marty Domingo standing in the ring staring at Lance. Marty is dressed in his gear, his jean shorts and boots, wrists all taped up and he looks ready to kick someone in the face.
Marty: Lance, if you want to come down here and shove all that trash into the mouths of these fine people, that's great. But don't come in here and proclaim yourself to be the best in the world. It doesn't work like that. If you want a match, well, I don't have any control over that. But I'm always looking for a fight.
With that, Marty drops the microphone and starts swinging at Lance. Lance comes back with some swings of his own though, and eventually gets the upper hand. He whips Domingo to the ropes and Domingo comes back, being greeted by a very vicious clothesline. Lance looks down at him as he lays in pain, and grabs him by the hair, throwing him into the corner. He runs and knees Domingo in the chest. He grabs him by the hair again, pulling him to the center of the ring for all to see, then he locks in the St. Evans Sleeper!
Gould: Come on, someone get out here to stop this!
Torres: Gould, Domingo brought this on himself. He shouldn't be starting fights that he can't finish. I like St. Evans, he looks like he means business.
St. Evans drops Domingo's lifeless body to the mat and stares down at him before grabbing his sport coat and tie, which were taken off during the brawl and leaving the ring.
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*Warriors of the World by Manowar plays on the PA as gold and silver pyros shoot off on the stage to the beat of the drums and then a lighting bolt hits the stage and JackHammer and Angel come through the curtain. JackHammer then stops at the top of the ramp and looks around to the crowd before raising his left fist as pyros shoot off on the stage. JackHammer and Angel head down the ramp as flame pyros shoot off along the whole length of the ramp to the ring. Angel heads to the corner as JackHammer climbs the ring steps, he then stops at the top step and raises his left fist sending pyros shooting out of the ring posts. JackHammer then steps into the ring over the top rope and removes his duster and bandana.*
Rebecca Martin: This match is One Fall To A Finish! Introducing first, from Chicago, Illinois, weighing in at 360lbs, The Chi-Town Terror, JackHammer!
Jim Torres: This guy is impressive in so many ways. His size, his power, his endurance.
*Eye Of The Tiger plays around the arena*
*Jason Price walks down the ramp towards the ring. Slapping the outreach hands of the fans. He stops and looks at a sign and holds it up and give it back to the young fan.*
Jim Torres: And this guy makes me sick.
Rebecca Martin: And his opponent! From San Diego, California, weighing in at 210lbs, Jason Price!
*He continues towards the ring as he takes in the cheering of the fans. He steps inside the ring and he shakes the hands of the ref and go to his corner.*
Jim Torres: All his lovey-dovey hard work, keep at it attitude. It doesn't work in the real world! You're not in college looking to change the world, you're in the NAW!
Malcolm Gould: If he wants to be nice, let him.
*The bell rings*
Jason Price extends a hand to JackHammer who readily accepts.
Malcolm Gould: Great sportsmanship from both these men!
JackHammer suddenly pulls Price in and hits hi. With a big Lariat!
Malcolm Gould: I was mistaken.
JackHammer throws Jason Price into the ropes and hits a Big Boot to the face.
He locks in a Dragon Sleeper, wearing his opponent down.
Jason Price tries to escape by standing and trying to turn but is lifted up and dropped down with a Reverse Suplex.
JackHammer inverts the grip and locks in a kneeling Guillotine.
Jason Price hooks one knee behind one of his opponent's knees and and puts an arm around the shoulder, rolling through and getting free. He waits for JackHammer to get up and hits a Dropkick, knocking him back into the corner. Jason Price charges at JackHammer but he is flattened by a Running Back Elbow! JackHammer aims for a Spear but Price rolls out of the way and JackHammer slams into the corner. Price charges at him and delivers a Baseball Slide to the gut! He rolls JackHammer over and locks in a Camel Clutch. JackHammer crawls towards the ropes but can't get there so he resorts to power, standing straight up and running back first into a corner! Suddenly, Jason Price switches his positioning and locks in a Sleeper Hold! But JackHammer bounces off the ropes, still carrying Price and flips him over his Shoulder with a Snapmare and holds on for a another Dragon Sleeper! He then switches his arms to Jason Price's gut and and slams him down for a Sidewalk Slam for the pin.
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Jason Price kicks out! JackHammer picks him up for the Military Press but Price punches him in the head repeatedly and escapes, dropping down onto the apron. He slams his shoulder into JackHammer's gut and Slingshots over the ropes for a Crossbody Pin!
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JackHammer kicks out with force, throwing Jason Price across the ring! JackHammer gets up and charges, only to be thrown over with an Arm Drag! He does the same and gets hit with a Hip Toss! The third time, JackHammer ducks underneath a Superkick and hits a Jumping Clothesline! He picks him up and hits a Vertical Suplex! He throws Price off the ropes and crouches down for a Spinebuster but gets floored with a vicious kick to the head instead!
Gould: Awesome counter by Price, and it definitely keeps him alive in this match.
Torres: No crap it keeps him alive, Gould. Pretty sure that's what offense is all about.
Price smiles as the crowd cheers him on, and he grabs JackHammer by the back of the head. He drags him to a corner and throws him against it, stomping at the chest of JackHammer repeatedly, and the crowd chants and counts along with the stomps. He pulls JackHammer to the center of the ring and plants him with a DDT.
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Gould: How did JackHammer kick out of that?
Torres: How did Price think that he wouldn't?
Price gets to his feet again, looking at his downed opponent in frustration, shock, and confusion. He somehow, SOMEHOW manages to connect the Enforcer to his much larger opponent, and is sure enough able to pick up a pinfall victory in the process. He is all smiles as "Eye of the Tiger" plays and his hand is raised in victory.
Rebecca: And your winner..... JASON PRICE!
Price heads up the ramp, the smile on his face absolutely huge and ecstatic as the scene cuts.
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Note: The following scene is off-camera, and shouldn't be mentioned directly in future materials.
The Slump II
We see Morgan in his office again, this time talking to Mateusz Bartkowiak who is praising tonight's show.
Mateusz: No boss, I thought it was excellent. The midcard guys definitely proved their worth, and a few of them should probably keep at it and could go very far.
Morgan: I was definitely thinking that. I thought all the guys did great.
Mateusz: Yeah, definitely. I just think we could--
There is a knock at the door, stopping Matty dead in his tracks as the door opens. Vaughn from earlier appears at the door alongside none other than Isaac Bloom.
Morgan: Yes, gentlemen?
Morgan looks coldly at Bloom as he says this.
Vaughn: Mr. Morgan, I've been talking to Mr. Bloom for the duration of tonight's show, and he has definitely pitched some interesting ideas my way. We wanted to discuss some business with you if that's okay?
Morgan stares, totally silent.
Bloom: The idea here Morgan, is that the MyNetwork guys think I could run this company to become a global empire. They think I've got the right stuff. They think I have that little bit of moxie that you lack.
Morgan continues staring, not liking the direction that this conversation has taken quickly.
Morgan: Get out of my office before I call the authorities and have them escort you out.
Bloom just smirks and shakes his head.
Bloom: We can talk later then, Alex. But trust me, this offer is best for everyone involved, and if you love this company, you'll actually let me pitch it.
Bloom and Vaughn leave as Morgan just stares at Mateusz.
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