Post by Alice White on Feb 17, 2014 4:53:00 GMT -5
*The NAW Tron shows Lance St. Evans in the Executive Box of the arena in a charcoal grey suit. Behind him, the Executive Box has been transformed into a palace of class and good taste. Several women make up the background.*
St. Evans: Matt Lane. You pride yourself on being such a nice guy. You want to fly high. Tonight, you'll be grounded by the Best Wrestler In The World. You try to live fast. You've failed, and the only thing you'll be doing tonight is dying young. Alex Morgan, you set this match up and you're about to become an accessory to murder. You know full well what a great wrestler I am and what a worthless sack of crap my excuse for an opponent is. All you fans who bought a ticket to see me will know that if looks could kill, Matt Lane would still be alive, because he's not worth even a passing glance.
*The scene fades out as Lance St. Evans leaves the Executive Box.*
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The crowd is on their feet, and the arena looks to be packed. When we come from our video package featuring Steve Vai's "Now We Run" and the pyros go off all over the small arena. We see some of the fans that have some of our more memorable signs. The music stops and we come to the commentary booth.
Gould: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to our first Meltdown SuperCard of 2014, St. Valentine's Day Massacre! We have a loaded card for you tonight, featuring four great tag teams, as well as Jordan Keyser, Gunner Hughes, David Fraggle, Alex Jones, and Jason Price!
Torres: Don't forget the debut of Lance St. Evans, Gould. This man looks like he means business, and I'm very excited to see what he has in store for us and the rest of the company.
The music fades out and in fades "I Love Rock n' Roll" by Joan Jett.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, making his debut, from Los Angeles, California..... Lance St. Evans!
The crowd immediately begins to boo. After a few seconds, we catch a glimpse of Lance St. Evans. He appears on the stage and looks around with an arrogant grin on his face as he starts on his way down the ramp. He holds his black gloved hand high in the air and nods his head, as though he's just soaking up the fans' jeers toward him, clearly showing that it doesn't bother him in the slightest little bit. He gets into the ring and takes a quick lap around it, getting a feel for his surroundings quickly as he goes to his corner when his music fades out.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Green Bay, Wisconsin..... Matt Lane!
"Small Town Minds" by MxPx fades in, and the crowd starts to cheer. After a few seconds, Matt Lane comes running from behind the curtain. He goes to one corner of the stage and hops up and down, holding his arms high as the fans cheer hiim on. His girlfriend Olivia appears on the stage not long after, a huge smile on her face as well. Matt walks over and kisses her quickly, and they head down the ramp together, holding hands. Matt slides into the ring and climbs up onto a turnbuckle and holds his arms high as the fans get louder for him. He hops down and stands in his corner, staring down Lance St. Evans, who is getting himself ready to go.
Matt Lane vs Lance St. Evans
The bell rings, and both men circle the ring a few times, trying to get a feel for each other. They lock up, but it goes nowhere and they both let go. Lance charges and hits Matt with a hard Clothesline, then drops an elbow to the chest of him immediately. He gets on one knee and lays into Matt with some right hands before picking him up and whipping him into the corner. He charges to the corner and boosts himself with the second rope, but Lane ducks out of the way and is able to slide out of the ring to safety. Lance springboards off the rope though and hits Matt with a Missile Dropkick that nobody could have seen coming! He hurries to his feet, grabbing Matt by the hair and throwing him into the ring. He slides in behind him, grabbing him by the hair again and planting him with a DDT. He covers!
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Kickout! Lane rolls onto his side and grabs his head, shaking his head after a second and is met with a kick to the jaw by Lance.
Gould: Such a vicious match so far on the part of Lance St. Evans.
Torres: Yeah, this man does not mess around, and I'm not sure he was kidding in the things he was saying last week.
Lance grabs Matt by the hair again, but Matt is able to hit him in the midsections with a few shots from his right hand, and Lance is forced to let go. Matt kicks him in the gut and jumps over the bent over opponent, connecting a Sunset Flip in a pin attempt. He doesn't get a full one though before Lance kicks out. Lane grabs him by the hair and hits him with a few right hands before Lance is able to get back on the offensive and elbow Matt in the gut a few times. Matt doubles forward and Lance hits him hard with a knee to the face, and the blood starts to pour immediately!
Gould: Holy hell, I think St. Evans just broke Matt Lane's nose!
Olivia looks almost ready to break out into tears, as Matt crawls toward the rope, a hand over his bleeding nose. Lance gets ready behind him though, and as soon as Matt gets to his feet, the St. Evans Sleeper is attempted! Matt fights it though, broken nose or not, and is able to latch onto the ropes, making sure the a break is forced. By this time, Olivia is handing Matt some small pieces of tissue which he uses to lodge the nostrils and stop the bleeding for now.
Torres: Creative thinking. At least he isn't bleeding all over the damn ring now.
When Matt turns around, he is met with a vicious Clothesline from Lance, and the crowd immediately starts to boo. Lance just shakes his head and climbs up to the top rope in the nearest corner. Olivia attempts to get his attention by yelling his name, but he doesn't even consider paying attention to her. As Matt slowly gets to his feet, he is met with a fist to the face from his flying opponent. Lance does a full forward roll and gets to his feet, immediately dropping an elbow and hooking a leg, nodding with a grin.
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Kickout before the three drops!
Gould: WHAT?
Torres: WHAT?!!?!
Lance looks absolutely disgusted with Matt, who is half out of it but rolls onto his stomach and crawls toward the rope. Lance just walks slowly, right behind him, and as Matt reaches to grab the ropes, Lance yanks on his ankle and pulls him back, half through the air so Matt's face hits the mat with Lance drops him. He steps over Matt and kicks him in the side a few times before stepping up onto his back and standing there, going so far as to act like the squirming grounded opponent is a surfboard in sarcastic fashion. He then picks Matt up and throws him to the outside roughly, staring down at the floored young man, who is now being aided by Olivia to try to get to his feet.
Gould: Matt Lane can't handle much more abuse.
Torres: The kid should have given up a long time ago. He's not going to win this. There's just no way. Lance is too good for the guy.
Olivia backs away from Matt, who is leaning on the guardrail now, and fans are reaching out to pat him on the chest as he catches his breath. The ref gets to a seven count when Matt slides into the ring, and Lance is there to start stomping away instantly. Matt somehow powers through it though, and is able to get to his feet. He and Lance start alternating right hands, and Matt looks furious now. He hits Lance with a few right hands, and the crowd starts cheering wildly. He sends Lance into the corner, and smiles as he backs up. He runs and connects with a Shining Wizard into the corner, and holds himself on the second rope, a smile crossing his face. Then in the fashion of a well-known wrestler in a different company, finishes the set with a running Bulldog into the center of the mat, and he is flat as well as Lance.
Gould: That was such a huge comeback on the part of Matt Lane, and wow, the tides might have just turned!
Torres: I still have full faith in Lance to put this match away, just give it a minute.
The two men get to their feet at the same time, and Matt hits with a few rights before running to the ropes, coming back, and hits with a running high knee to level Lance! Matt hurries to his feet and smiles as he grabs the left arm of Lance and starts kicking him in the side a few times before picking him up and planting him with a DDT. He runs to the ropes and hops up onto the top turnbuckle, looking for Life in the Fast Lane, but Lance rolls out from under him and Matt hits the canvas hard! Lance hurries to his feet, and as Matt stumbles around to get up, Lance locks in the St. Evans Sleeper, and Matt taps almost immediately. The official has to fight with Lance to get him to let go as "I Love Rock 'n Roll hits" and the crowd boos loudly as he makes his way up the ramp, Olivia and the medical crew checking on Matt inside the ring.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... LANCE ST. EVANS!
Gould: The St. Evans Sleeper makes another victim out of Matt Lane!
Torres: Wow, that hold is just...wow... It's one hell of a hold, and I'd love to see if there is a soul in NAW who can break out of it.
Lance smiles as he backs up the ramp, staring into the ring at Lane, who is barely still with it.
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We cut to the back where we see Isaac Bloom chatting with Mr. Vaughn, the MyNetwork Executive.
Bloom: There's no way he'll be able to turn this offer down. It's too big, and too beneficial for the good of NAW.
Vaughn: Good. I would hate to have to give Morgan the notice that we're severing ties. I have been ordered to give them if the offer is declined.
Bloom: I'm sure it won't be an issue. I'm positive that Morgan will do anything to prevent his beloved NAW from perishing. Although if he really loved the company, he wouldn't have let it come down to this.
Vaughn: A very excellent point.
Morgan comes up from behind the two, placing an arm over a shoulder of each man.
Morgan: Well thanks for showing up to the event, guys! Means a lot for you both to be here. Mind letting me in on what the whole conversation was about? I'd love to know all the top secret details!
Vaughn puts the papers that he was showing Bloom into the inside pocket of his jacket after folding them a few times and he looks at Morgan, pulling his hand off of his jacket.
Vaughn: Actually, Mr. Morgan, I believe our little exchange is over, and we'll be seeing you in your office shortly to figure out whether or not you love your company enough to accept the offer that Mr. Bloom has been trying to graciously offer to you. We'll meet back there in say, an hour?
With that, Vaughn and Bloom both smile, somewhat arrogantly, and leave Morgan behind, who has Mateusz Bartkowiak come from behind him.
Mateusz: Problem, boss?
Morgan: No, Matty. No problem. We've got this completely under control.
Morgan turns to leave, running his hand through his hair as we cut back to the NAW Arena.
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When we cut back, "Dawgz" Plays, and we see the Latin Kings appear on the stage. They both look pumped for their first match back after the hiatus, and they both run down the ramp, sliding into the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match that is set for one fall! Introducing first....the team of Marco Uribe and Diego Martinez....They are, the LATIN KINGS!
They both hold up their arms as their music fades out. "Cry Little Sister" by Gerard McMann fades in, and we see our first glimpses of the Lost Family tonight. They stand on the stage and come down the ramp, sliding into the center of the ring. They stand up and stare down the Kings as they go to their corner.
The Lost Family vs The Latin Kings
The crowd is somewhat enticed for this match as the two teams decide who will be opening the match for them. They decide on Marco and Carmesi. They circle the ring about a half round before locking up. Marco gets the advantage and is able to shove Carmesi to the turnbuckle in a neutral corner. He hits a few chops to the chest before whipping the member of the Family across the ring. He charges and looks for a running Dropkick, but Carmesi ducks and Marco instead hits the turnbuckle. Marco is able to catch himself though, and comes off the corner backward, looking for an elbow drop, but Carmesi catches him and lands a back body drop.
Gould: Great back and forth here, and I'm not real sure who I think is gonna win this. Any thoughts?
Torres: Neither of these teams is very good, Gould. Let me know when we get to see the real stars come out tonight.
Carmesi picks Marco up and whips him into the Family corner, and then charges, hitting Marco in the jaw with an elbow. He tags in Thee Vamp, who grabs Marco from behind and lands him on the floor to the outside with an Inverted Suplex. He jumps off the apron and grabs Marco, hitting him with a right hand to the side of the head, then whips him into the ring post. He rolls Marco into the ring and slides in behind him, crawling over and covering him, hooking a leg.
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Kickout by Marco! Vamp picks Marco up and connects with a suplex, then whips him into the team corner. He charges and hits Marco with an elbow, similar in style to the one that Carmesi connected with shortly before. Marco stumbles out of the corner, and Vamp connects with a Powerslam, covering again.
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Diego Martinez comes in and stomps on Vamp to get him off of Marco! Carmesi runs in and connects with a Diving Clothesline, and both of the men roll out of the ring. Vamp slowly gets up, as does Marco, pulling himself up with the ropes. Marco ducks a running Clothesline, and Vamp spills out of the ring over the top rope to the floor. Marco walks over and climbs up to the top turnbuckle, diving off and connecting with a Crossbody, and both men lie on the floor outside.
Torres: Okay, things are finaly starting to get interesting here.
Gould: Yeah, looks like this could get good.
Carmesi and Diego are brawling outside on the ramp, and Diego lifts Carmesi up, dropping him facefirst on the guardrail with a Snake Eyes, and when Carmesi stands straight up before he's about to fall, Diego connects with a very vicious German Suplex. Marco is getting to his feet and looks to slide into the ring, but Thee Vamp grabs his ankle and pulls him out, letting him drop to the floor on his face. He picks Marco up and throws him into the ring stairs, causing the stairs to fall away and onto their side, and he picks Marco up again, this time throwing him into a guardrail. He grabs Marco and rolls him into the ring again, and slides in right behind. He has Marco totally under control, and Diego climbs up onto the apron. Vamp goes and hits Diego with a right hand, knocking him to the floor, which is just enough to allow Marco to recover and roll Thee Vamp up from behind!
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Thee Vamp kicks out of the rollup attempt, and looks incredibly furious. He gets to his feet and stomps on Marco right away before he can get up, stomping repeatedly as Marco crawls toward the rope and grabs the bottom one. Eddie Higgins forces a break and Thee Vamp very reluctantly abides. He grabs Marco and pulls him to his feet, and Marco is able to elbow him in the midsection. Vamp lets go and Marco bounds off the ropes, coming back with a Diving Crossbody. He rolls several times after the impact, and gets to his feet slowly, backing into his corner and getting the tag from partner Diego.
Gould: Diego gets to see his first legal action now in this match, and he looks real pumped!
Torres: That could be interpreted a few ways, ya know...
Gould: *sighs*
Diego gets excited and charges at Thee Vamp, who is getting up. He hits him with a diving shoulder, then gets to his feet and when Vamp gets up, hits him with a few rights, backing him into a neutral corner. He goes to where Carmesi is on the apron and hits him with a Running Dropkick, sending him flying back onto the floor, and he gets back to his feet with a jump. He goes back to Vamp and starts laying into the grounded opponent with several rights before picking him up and whipping him to the ropes. Vamp comes back and is greeted with a leg lariat, and Diego covers.
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Vamp kicks out! Diego pulls him to his feet and Vamp shoves him, sending him toward the Lost Family corner. Carmesi is back up now and wraps an arm around the throat of Diego so that Vamp can hit him with a few shots to the midsection before they are yelled at by the official. Carmesi lets go, and Diego stumbles forward, walking right into a Fallaway Slam by Vamp! Carmesi gets tagged in now, and Thee Vamp runs and knocks Marco off the apron with a huge Clothesline. He comes back and hits an Atomic Drop on Diego, then holds him there as Carmesi bounds off the ropes and comes back, kicking Diego in the face!
Torres: There it is! This match is as good as over!
Carmesi covers!
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THRE-NO! Diego got a shoulder up just before the hand hits the mat for three, and the crowd explodes! Carmesi grabs Diego and knees him in the face, throwing him back to the mat, then goes to the corner. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and comes off with a Diving Headbutt. After that he locks in the Crim Lock, and Diego fights as though his life depends on it. He just locks it in tighter and tighter though, and Marco comes into the ring to assist, but Vamp is one step ahead and levels him with a vicious Clothesline, and Diego taps out after a few seconds as "Cry Little Sister" plays on the PA system.
Rebecca: Here are your winners....the Lost Family!
Gould: Wow, Carmesi puts on a vicious display with that lock. It could possibly be the most dangerous submission hold anyone in NAW has to offer us, Torres!
Torres: I don't know, that sleeper we saw earlier was definitely a beast of a hold. Matt Lane is a fighter, and it got the best of him...
The Lost Family head up the ramp, clearly happy about their victory, as Marco slides into the ring to check on his partner.
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We cut to the back where Vaughn and Bloom are walking down a hall. They get to Alex Morgan's office and see him sitting at his desk chatting with Mateusz Bartkowiak.
Morgan: So I think what we sho---Oh, hello gentlemen, glad to see you know how to knock.
Bloom: Look, Alex. You know you love this company, we know you love this company. What we want you to know as that we love this company as well, and we want to see it succeed, instead of floundering around like a dying animal. If it has to die, it should be with integrity, and I hate to be a part of it.
Morgan: So don't. Sell your shares of the company to Matty. Then someone who is actually half way decent can get some stuff done. The kid has awesome visions, you should hear his suggestions. He actually just had one, tell 'em Matty!
Mateusz: I had this ide---
Bloom: Yeah, that's great. Look, here's the deal. I have the paperwork here, you can sign it. I'll be handing over my shares of the company to you.
Morgan: Spectacular!
Morgan grabs the papers and signs where Bloom points, Vaughn staring on. Bloom takes the papers and chuckles a bit.
Morgan: What's all the comedy about, fella?
Bloom: Because I bought the NAW Arena from Robert Martin last week. If David Fraggle wins the NAW Championship, you just signed the paperwork agreeing to stop using the Arena to host events for NAW.
Morgan looks somewhat shocked that he was just made a fool of, and Bloom turns around, leaving, Vaughn following.
Bloom: Have fun finding somewhere to play your little game.
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We cut back to the arena where we see the crowd in their seats, awaiting the next match start. "Masters of the World" hits the system, and the crowd turns their attention to the stage. Cooper and JackHammer come out, along with their lovely, and somewhat frightening, entourage. They all head to the ring and Cooper and Hammer slide in.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match that is set for one fall! Introducing first, the team of the "Texas Terror" Chris Cooper, and the "Chi-Town Terror" JackHammer....They are... DEVASTATION INC!
Their music fades out, and "Getaway Driver" hits. The crowd looks up at the stage for this new music, to see what is to come.
Rebecca: And the opponents, from the Greenpoint District of Chicago, Illinois......THE GREENPOINT GANGSTAZ!
JJ McHale appears on the stage just a few seconds before his partner, Terry Westriver runs from the curtain and jumps up, grabbing JJ's shoulders and hopping upward, landing perfectly and sitting on his shoulders. He holds a finger to the sky and mouths some trash talk, while the guys in the ring continue to get ready. Terry hops off of JJ as the two head down the ramp, looking around at the sea of fans, then they slide into the ring, staring across the ring at the opposition.
Greenpoint Gangstaz vs Devastation Inc.
The bell rings, and JJ and Cooper start in the ring. They lock up, and JJ somehow gets a huge push start, sending Cooper back into a neutral corner. He holds him there and chops at his chest a few times, the crowd yelling "OOOH" with every shot. JJ whips Cooper into the opposite corner. He goes for a corner splash, but Cooper is able to lift an elbow and hit JJ right in the jaw with it, sending him back a couple of steps. Cooper goes for a right hand, but JJ ducks and gets behind Cooper, applying a sleeper hold, and Cooper is able to get a few more elbows in before JJ gets it locked in tight enough to do anything with it.
Gould: Such a great back and forth, and I'm highly interested to see what the newest team we have here can do.
They lock up again, this time Cooper getting the upper hand. He hits JJ with a few kicks to the side before pulling him to the center of the ring, connecting with a Vertical Suplex that puts someone to the mat for the first time in the match. They both get up and Cooper takes advantage of being slightly quicker as he hits JJ with a few right hands. JJ grabs his fist and twists it, then ducks and goes behind Cooper, wrenching his arm back behind him, tracing the arm up Cooper's spine, while Cooper shouts and squirms around. He eventually gets to the ropes and grabs the top one, and Mark Lansing starts his five count, but JJ doesn't make any trouble.
Torres: Looks very promising, but they're gonna have to get something done. They're seriously shorthanded here, against two big dudes. That other guy is tiny and damn scrawny.
JJ backs up and Cooper turns around from the ropes. JJ lifts him up and over, dropping back and planting Cooper with a back body drop, as he crawls over and quickly tags in Terry, who goes for the top rope. He climbs while Cooper gets to his feet, coming off and hitting a missile dropkick with perfect timing, sending Cooper to the mat again, almost causing him to roll backward once, but not quite. He runs over and covers Coooper.
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T--Cooper powers out, and causes Terry to fly up into the air, landing on the mat a few feet away.
Torres: Holy christ, look at the power from that kick out!
Gould: Indeed, I don't know for sure that Terry is gonna be the guy who pins for the victory here.
Terry gets to his feet quickly, and as Cooper gets to a knee, Terry starts giving him some side kicks to the chest, and after a series of four of them, he hits a huge Buzzsaw Kick that the crowd pops for as Cooper sits in a daze for a second before landing on his face on the mat. Terry tags JJ back in, and JJ comes to Cooper on a mission. Cooper can't quite reach Jack for the tag, and JJ drags him back, rolling him onto his back before looking to lock in a Figure Four leg lock. He is almost set up when Cooper is able to kick him in the rear, roll and dive, tagging in Jack. Jack comes in, hitting JJ with a right, JJ hops back up and is met with another right, then one more. This last right hand floors JJ and Jack stares at Terry, who is just about ready to dive over the top rope, and drops an elbow right into the chest of JJ. He hooks the leg, staring at Terry the entire time.
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Kickout!
Gould: Not the easiest guys to beat either, obviously.
Jack stands up and presses his boot onto the throat of JJ, and Lansing gives him a five count. He utilizes it all the way to four, and before he can let go by choice, he has Terry hanging from his neck trying to lock in a sleeper. Cooper gets into the ring to help, but Jack handles it himself, backing up quickly and squishing Terry into the corner. Cooper starts attacking JJ wildly, and the four men begin to brawl, Jack taking on Terry, and JJ taking on Cooper. Lansing does nothing to stop the brawl though, and he keeps his eye on both little squabbles.
Torres: I think Lansing is letting this go to Tornado Rules, Gould!
Gould: Hey, during the match, he's the man in charge, no saying no to that!
JJ hits a huge Clothesline to Cooper when he leans on the ropes, and both of them spill out to the floor outside, the crowd cheering on the chaos. JJ and Cooper fight their way up the ramp, and Jack throws Terry over the top rope and out onto the floor, then backs up, running and diving through the ropes, spearing him to the floor.
Gould: Jesus! You hit a guy that small that hard with that much weight and it's a recipe for death!
Torres: He's fine! ....I think....
Jack picks Terry up, throwing him over the guardrail into a few fans, who look more excited to be involved than hurt or upset by it. JJ slams Cooper's face into the guardrail, smirking as he drops to his knees on the floor. JJ then kicks him in the ribs a few times, laying him flat on the floor. He picks Cooper up and slides him into the ring, getting in right after. He rolls Cooper onto his back and covers him.
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Cooper gets a shoulder up in time!
Gould: Close call there, thought the Gangstaz would pick up the win right there!
JJ picks Cooper up, whipping him into the ropes. Cooper comes back and looks for a running clothesline, but JJ ducks. JJ looks for a Big Boot, but Cooper catches himself on the ropes. JJ runs and hits a running clothesline of his own, and both men go to the outside again. Terry and Jack are walking around the floor on the outside, fighting through some fans. A few teen guys decide to try to snap a picture, and wind up with nothing more than a broken iphone after Jack looks for a huge right hand, but misses Terry after he ducks and Jack punches the phone, sending it out of the kid's hand.
Torres: We have the least careful members on our roster. Always owing the damn fans money or some sh*t.
JJ and Cooper are fighting up the ramp again, and they get to the top. Cooper looks to throw JJ into the light wall, but JJ holds himself steady and instead slams Cooper's head into it. He does it repeatedly until sparks start flying, and a small fire starts.
Gould: The animosity here is ridiculous, Jim!
JJ picks Cooper up and lifts him over his shoulders as if to set up for a Powerbomb. He takes a few steps in a circle and tosses Cooper into the air, leaning forward and catching him perfectly as he sets up in Crucifix fashion. He charges to the end of the stage and hurls Cooper off the stage! Cooper flies down and cracks his neck off of the guardrail! He lays on the floor, totally lifeless, and JJ just stares down, almost in shock at what he just did. In the ring now, Jack has Terry all to himself as he lifts him high in the air for a few seconds, waiting for JJ's attention. He slams Terry to the mat with the Earth Shatter, covering right away. JJ runs down to the ring.
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THREE! -NO!
Gould: I think JJ got there in time! I think it's still going!
The bell rings, and JJ looks down at the mat in disappointment. Terry clutches his neck in pain, as Jack runs along to get to his partner, who is being stretchered away, still motionless.
Torres: I'm not sure what to make of what happened. I don't think that's what JJ meant to do.
Gould: It certainly isn't. He looked absolutely remorseful when he looked down at Cooper. He's not a monster...
Jack helps push the stretcher to the back as JJ and Terry are helped up the ramp slowly.
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The camera shows Carmesí and Thee Vamp walking in a corridor backstage until they see “The Very Good” David Fraggle leaning on a wall.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: You’re not going to say anything because this is my chance to talk to you. Tonight is a very big night for me because tonight I face Jordan for the NAW Championship. I’ve heard stories that a certain Family have been placing bets that I would lose the match tonight because in their minds the machine would stop me from winning. I just want you to know that I’m one step ahead of the machine. In fact you might say that tonight when I win the NAW Championship the machine will be taken down.
Carmesí: What are you saying?
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: I’m saying that tonight I want to join The Lost Family, I want you to help me keep Me Morgan and Mr Bloom out of the main event and I want to be the one who wins and brings the NAW Championship to The Lost Family.
Carmesí: Sister Anne says you heard wrongly, we always betted on you to win the whole time. She also says that she’s looking forward to your match and your big victory. Finally she also says welcome to The Lost Family, we’ve got your back tonight in case the machine does try to get involved in the match. Tonight the NAW Championship will belong to The Lost Family.
Carmesí, Thee vamp and “The Very Good” David Fraggle begin to laugh as the scene fades.
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We cut back to the arena when the we hear a shotgun blast throughout the arena.
Rebecca: The following match is a triple threat match that is set for one fall for the NAW Horizon Championship! Introducing first, from Portland, Oregon, he is the NAW Horizon Champion... GUNNER HUUUUUUUGHES!
Gunner appears on the stage to a very mixed reaction from the crowd. You gotta admire the man after all he's done in the company, and being a hall of famer in the first year, but at the same time, he's hated by many for how he's been ever so recently. He heads down the ramp slowly, turning his head from side to side. He gets into the ring and hands the belt to Eddie Higgins, who holds it high in the air. He gives it to a pair of hands outside of the ring and Gunner goes to a corner facing the stage and stares up at it.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from San Diego, Californa...... Jason Price!
"Eye of the Tiger" begins to play as the crowd starts to cheer some. They get a bit louder when Price appears from behind the curtain. He heads down the ramp, high fiving every fan he possibly can reach as he gets toward the ring. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he stares into the ring. He and Gunner eye each other up. He slides into the ring, being careful to keep away from Gunner as he heads toward the commentary side of the ring, looking between his opponent and the stage, and Gunner does the same.
Rebecca: And the final competitor....from Dallas, Texas.....He is the "Prince of Perfection.... Alex Jones!
The crowd continues to cheer as 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!
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.
NAW Horizon Championship Match
The bell rings, and all three men spend at least thirty seconds just staring at each other, not even moving a muscle. Price and Jones look at each other and nod, and Gunner heaves a sigh, knowing exactly what's going on. As the two men move in, he holds a hand out to each of them, looking at them both as he uses an incredible display of brute force, shoving them both and sending them to the mat. They both get up, clearly needing another plan of attack, and they both charge. Jones reaches him first and is elbowed backward, Jason gets there second and is met with a boot to the face.
Gould: Nothing these guys can do seems to affect the champ. He seems dead set on keeping that belt.
Gunner grabs Price and whips him into the corner. He whips Alex as well, who bounces off of Price. Gunner walks toward them, and Alex falls to the mat and sweeps his leg, totally catching Gunner off guard and tripping him up. Price and Jones use this opportunity and start stomping together, both of them stomping away at Gunner, who is crawling to the ropes. He gets to his knees at the rope and theyre both swinging with fists now, trying to keep him grounded. With a loud cry, he hulks up and sends both of them backward. He gets to his feet and they charge, simultaenously hitting him with a double clothesline that sends Gunner out of the ring.
Gould: These two are in a complete rhythm now, so it shouldn't be too lopsided.
Torres: Please, these guys are teaming up on one guy, how are you gonna try to say that's not lopsided?
Gunner gets up and is met with a swan dive from the ring by Alex Jones, and both men fall to the floor. Price stays inside the ring for a second, watching the ensuing battle as the two competitors get to their feet and start to brawl, Gunner clearly gaining the upper hand as he has the strength advantage. Jason runs and bounces off the top rope, hitting both men with a diving crossbody and all three of them go down. Jason is the first one up, and he decides to pick on Gunner, lifting him and whipping him into the ring stairs. He picks Gunner up again, this time looking to throw him into the post. Alex Jones is to his feet though and comes up from behind Jason, shoving him, and they both hit it, Gunner, then Jason, and both men hit the floor.
Torres: That right there is opportunism! That's how you do it, Gould.
Jones takes Price and rolls him into the ring, sliding in and covering.
Torres: Could be a new champ!
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Jason kicks out and Gunner is getting to his feet. Gunner slides into the ring and grabs Alex by the hair, looking into his eyes. He hits him with a vicious headbutt, then slams his head into the mat, looking down at him. He looks at Price, who is getting up and runs over, booting him in the back of the head.
Torres: Here ya go, Gould. Talk about strategy. Gunner has these men both exactly where he wants them.
Gunner picks up Alex and whips him into the corner. He runs and hits a running boot to the jaw of Alex, almost knocking him over immediately. Gunner backs up and as Alex stumbles out of the corner, Gunner lands a rotating spinebuster. He gets up and is met with a few kicks to the gut from Price though. Price looks at him, then kicks him again, causing him to drop to one knee. Price then hits him with a boot to the face of his own, staring down at Gunner, who is pretty much leveled for the moment. He takes the opportunity and covers him.
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Gunner kicks out almost instantly!
Gould: Gunner with an early kickout, and he shows that there is a still a whole lot left in the tank.
Torres: Of course! He's not the champ for nothing, ya know?
Price gets up, and so does Gunner, and the two stare each other down. Price is hit from behind by Alex again, and Gunner goes to attack Alex, who sees it coming and ducks a running clothesline. He runs the other way, jumping and springboarding on the ropes. As though he has eyes in the back of his head, he perfectly times a knee to the head of Gunner, which stops him in his tracks as he drops to his knees. He falls face first as well, and Jones runs over to Price, who is pulling himself up with the help of the ropes. He bounds off of the second rope at the turnbuckle, turning to his left and kicking Price right in the face. He goes over to Gunner, pulling him to his feet. He pulls him to the corner, climbing and sitting on the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as he sets up and spins around, setting up for a Tornado DDT that causes a giant pop from the fans. He sits up right away and runs at Price, who is leaned against a turnbuckle, and hits an AJ-Guiri!
Gould: That is such a sick move, it's so amazing!
He covers!
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T--Gunner is able to break up the pin! Gunner takes Jones and throws him to the outside. He then stands in the corner and waits as Price starts to come to. He gets to his feet and ducks out of the way of Gunner attempting to connect a Buckshot, and he rolls Gunner up in the process!
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Jones is able to break it up this time!
Torres: Why do these guys think they stand a chance against Gunner?
Gould: Well Price almost had him there, didn't he?
Torres: If you wanna call that almost...
Jones and Price start throwing rights at each other, and when Gunner gets to his feet, the two of them gang up on him now, hitting him hard with right hands from both of them, forcing him into a corner. They both double team a whip to the other corner, then Price runs over and gets on his hands and knees, and Alex runs over, using Jason to boost himelf up as he starts to backflip and the two finish a successful version of the Tex-Mex Express that the Latin Kings are known for in NAW. Gunner falls to his stomach in the corner, and Jones picks him up, holding him from behind while Price starts to take some jabs. Gunner snaps out of his daze rather quickly, ducking and Price hits Jones right in the nose. Price looks remorseful, and Jones looks furious, and Gunner takes advantage, slamming both of their heads together.
Gould: Gunner looking like the voice of reason in there...
Torres: ...made 'em both shut up! Haha! That's why you don't form an alliance in that ring, because one of you is bound to do something stupid.
Gunner grabs Jones and scoops him up, planting him with a Scoop Slam. he picks up price, scoops him the same way, but marches to the corner. He hits a Snake Eyes, and then a German Suplex almost immediately after. He gets to his feet and holds his arms out, then goes to standing in the corner in wait. Price gets to his feet and Gunner connects with the Buckshot! Price is laid out in the center of the ring, and Gunner covers!
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Jones pulls Gunner off of Price just before the two count hits! Gunner looks pissed and starts looking for some rights to Jones' face, but Jones is sidestepping and ducking, now looking real good here. He hits Gunner with some kicks to the ribs, but Gunner catches his foot after a few kicks. Jones hops up and down for a second before planting his good foot into the temple of Gunner. Even Jones has no choice but to lie on the mat for a few seconds to collect himself as the crowd cheers on, mixed about who to root for and taking turns collectively rooting for every competitor in the match.
Gould: This match looks to be draining on all three of these guys.
Torres: They're being pretty rough on each other, and for good reason. That title is nothing to scoff at.
Gould: Definitely not. Founded by Sebastian Jankowski, it's supposed to represent the up-and-coming talent of NAW. The promising future, if you will.
Jones is first to his feet, and he leans on the turnbuckle as Price and Gunner both start stirring. He goes for Price and picks him up, whipping him into the corner. He runs and connects with a Monkey flip, sending Price into the air and hitting Gunner, and both men go right back down to the floor. Jones grabs Gunner now and whips him to the ropes. Gunner bounds off, comes back to a waiting Jones, who jumps up for a crossbody, but Gunner is able to catch him and stop himself from running. He instead marches around, holding Jones sideways before hurling him behind him across the ring with a Fallaway Slam. He looks at Price, who is getting up and whips him into the corner. Gunner walks over and hits Price in the chest a few times with some vicious knife edge chops. He pulls Price out of the corner and bends him over, Price's head between the thighs of Gunner. He lifts Price up and connects with a very vicious Gutwrench Powerbomb. He looks over at Jones and runs at him, Jones instictively rolling out of the ring to get out of harm's way.
Torres: Smart move, Jones. Now run away and never come back! If you ever come back, he'll kill ya!
Gould: Jesus, you're like a hyena or something.
Torres: Congrats, you can pick out references.
Gunner looks down at Jones, who leans on the guardrail, staring back into the ring at Gunner, and the downed Price. Jones circles the ring, getting in on the other side of Price from Gunner. Gunner charges, but Jones hits a diving clothesline after charging at the same time, and then he just lays into Gunner with some vicious right hands. Gunner fights back though, and is able to fight to his feet. He lifts a knee and slams Jones' face into it a few times before tossing him aside and hitting Price with a huge Spear from out of nowhere!
Torres: There is such a huge possibility that his Spear could kill a grown man!
After Gunner turns his attention back to Jones, the two stare each other down. Jones charges, ducks a clothesline, bounds off the ropes, coming back and hitting the Endgame! He is flat again though, as he takes in all the air he can get, slowly getting back to his feet. By the time he does, Price is back up as well and is able to connect with the Enforcer! He's not quite able to make the cover though either, and when he gets up he is met with Gunner's Buckshot, and Gunner covers Alex!
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THREE!
Rebecca: Your winner and still NAW Horizon Champion.....GUNNER HUGHES!
"Dead Man Walking" hits as Gunner heads back up the ramp slowly, grabbing his title belt before going up the ramp, looking around the arena at the mixed fans, as Jones and Price roll out of the ring slowly.
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When we come back to the arena, we see the crowd on their feet getting back to the main event. After a few seconds of nothing but fan cheering, "Francois Martin" plays over the PA system, signalling the arrival of none other than David Fraggle.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall and is for the NAW Championship! Introducing first, "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
Fraggle appears on the stage, looking around at the fans. He starts marching down the ramp as usual, then stops suddenly, looking around. He looks back and forth and waits a few seconds as the lights go dark and the arena falls silent for a moment. When the lights come back on, the two members of the Lost Family appear behind Fraggle. His music continues, and the three of them head down the ramp.
Torres: What in the hell is this?
Gould: Looks like the Lost Family is here with Fraggle, Torres!
Torres: Yeah, but why? What do those two want with a loser like him?
Fraggle gets into the ring as Thee Vamp and Cormesi take spots next to the ring, looking around at the fans, who don't seem to like having the Family around all that much.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Neuces County, Texas.....He is the NAW Champion.....The Executioner..... JORDAN KEYSER!
"King of Kings" plays, and the crowd begins to boo. After a prolonged period of time, a few members of a security staff, not the NAW security staff, appear on the stage. Behind them stands Jordan Keyser, and behind him are more security guards. They all head down the ramp, and they all form a line at the bottom of the stage, Keyser getting through to get into the ring. He slides in and hands his belt off, looking a hole through David Fraggle. The bell rings, and the two men stand on opposite sides of the ring, staring each other down. Fraggle gets into fighting stance, but Keyser just stands there, staring. Fraggle automatically gets the idea to roll Keyser up, but Keyser kicks out of the rollup almost instantly. The two get back to their feet, and the security guards charge the ring. They fight with the Lost Family, who do a good job of holding their own for about a minute while Fraggle and Jordan brawl, and Jordan rolls out of the ring as half the guards get back to the stage in formation while the other half flood the ring and attack Fraggle.
Gould: What is this about?
Keyser grabs the NAW Championship and starts heading up the ramp, the Lost Family chasing him. He runs to the other side of the security team, and the Family stop at the line of guards. Keyser smirks as he starts up the ramp, but "Tom Sawyer" hits. Alex Morgan appears on the stage.
Morgan: Eddie, stop the count. I need to tell this punk something. You see Jordan, you can run away from this match if you want, but it won't help anything. If you get counted out, then you lose your title. How's that sound?
A nearby crew member is summoned to hand Keyser a microphone.
Keyser: Sounds great, Alex. Because that's not what this is about. This isn't me running away from that scrawny little punk in the ring. This is about your company not being good enough. I'm getting off of this sinking ship so that I'm not stuck being one of the losers who goes down with it. You're the captain, it's your job to go down with the ship that you built, but I'm urging every single superstar in the back to get out while they still have their dignity with them.
The crowd boos as Keyser says what he says.
Keyser: Because Bloom, Thomas Vaughn, and myself all saw through this little charade of a comapny you've got, and we saw that you have some priorities you need to fix before you think you can run a promotion.
Keyser drops the microphone, and heads up the ramp slowly, staring Morgan down and thrusting the Championship at him. He heads back behind the curtain as Higgins calls for the bell.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new NAW Champion is David Fraggle!
Morgan stares down at Fraggle, who is getting back to his feet with the help of the Lost Family, mouthing the words "I'm Sorry, David." Fraggle looks up at him, half disappointed, half shocked at what just happened. Morgan looks disappointed as well, heading to the back.
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The Plunge
Morgan heads back the hallway, the belt in his hand, talking to Mateusz.
Morgan: Matty, I'm disappointed. Disappointed with Bloom, with Jordan, and with myself. I didn't see these things happening when I built NAW. I built this place with my bare hands, and this isn't what I had hoped would happen. I don't know what I'm going to do.
Mateusz: No worries, boss. We can make it through this.
Morgan looks at him.
Morgan: I barely have the money to pay my superstars, I'm surely gonna have to cut out a bunch of staff. Probably cut it in half. I don't know that I can afford to keep you. I need a ref, an announcer, at least one of my commentators to report.
Mateusz doesn't look happy at all, until he comes to a realization, and looks overly excited.
Mateusz: I have some money built up from when Martin was paying us bigger money. I can work for free until we get huge!
Morgan smiles.
Morgan: If you don't mind hanging around for free, then I'm fine with you sticking around. As soon as we figure out what we're doing, where we'll be, all that. Fraggle won the belt...
Voice: So you're being evicted!
Bloom and Vaughn come up from behind the two of them.
Bloom: That was the deal, right, Alex? You'd leave my building if Fraggle won the belt?
Morgan: That wasn't what I agreed to.
Bloom: But I have paperwork stating that it is! Have fun with your little wrestling thing. I have to find soomeone to rent my arena out to.
Bloom walks off as Morgan looks at Mateusz and we cut.
St. Evans: Matt Lane. You pride yourself on being such a nice guy. You want to fly high. Tonight, you'll be grounded by the Best Wrestler In The World. You try to live fast. You've failed, and the only thing you'll be doing tonight is dying young. Alex Morgan, you set this match up and you're about to become an accessory to murder. You know full well what a great wrestler I am and what a worthless sack of crap my excuse for an opponent is. All you fans who bought a ticket to see me will know that if looks could kill, Matt Lane would still be alive, because he's not worth even a passing glance.
*The scene fades out as Lance St. Evans leaves the Executive Box.*
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The crowd is on their feet, and the arena looks to be packed. When we come from our video package featuring Steve Vai's "Now We Run" and the pyros go off all over the small arena. We see some of the fans that have some of our more memorable signs. The music stops and we come to the commentary booth.
Gould: Hello ladies and gentlemen, and welcome to our first Meltdown SuperCard of 2014, St. Valentine's Day Massacre! We have a loaded card for you tonight, featuring four great tag teams, as well as Jordan Keyser, Gunner Hughes, David Fraggle, Alex Jones, and Jason Price!
Torres: Don't forget the debut of Lance St. Evans, Gould. This man looks like he means business, and I'm very excited to see what he has in store for us and the rest of the company.
The music fades out and in fades "I Love Rock n' Roll" by Joan Jett.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall! Introducing first, making his debut, from Los Angeles, California..... Lance St. Evans!
The crowd immediately begins to boo. After a few seconds, we catch a glimpse of Lance St. Evans. He appears on the stage and looks around with an arrogant grin on his face as he starts on his way down the ramp. He holds his black gloved hand high in the air and nods his head, as though he's just soaking up the fans' jeers toward him, clearly showing that it doesn't bother him in the slightest little bit. He gets into the ring and takes a quick lap around it, getting a feel for his surroundings quickly as he goes to his corner when his music fades out.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Green Bay, Wisconsin..... Matt Lane!
"Small Town Minds" by MxPx fades in, and the crowd starts to cheer. After a few seconds, Matt Lane comes running from behind the curtain. He goes to one corner of the stage and hops up and down, holding his arms high as the fans cheer hiim on. His girlfriend Olivia appears on the stage not long after, a huge smile on her face as well. Matt walks over and kisses her quickly, and they head down the ramp together, holding hands. Matt slides into the ring and climbs up onto a turnbuckle and holds his arms high as the fans get louder for him. He hops down and stands in his corner, staring down Lance St. Evans, who is getting himself ready to go.
Matt Lane vs Lance St. Evans
The bell rings, and both men circle the ring a few times, trying to get a feel for each other. They lock up, but it goes nowhere and they both let go. Lance charges and hits Matt with a hard Clothesline, then drops an elbow to the chest of him immediately. He gets on one knee and lays into Matt with some right hands before picking him up and whipping him into the corner. He charges to the corner and boosts himself with the second rope, but Lane ducks out of the way and is able to slide out of the ring to safety. Lance springboards off the rope though and hits Matt with a Missile Dropkick that nobody could have seen coming! He hurries to his feet, grabbing Matt by the hair and throwing him into the ring. He slides in behind him, grabbing him by the hair again and planting him with a DDT. He covers!
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Kickout! Lane rolls onto his side and grabs his head, shaking his head after a second and is met with a kick to the jaw by Lance.
Gould: Such a vicious match so far on the part of Lance St. Evans.
Torres: Yeah, this man does not mess around, and I'm not sure he was kidding in the things he was saying last week.
Lance grabs Matt by the hair again, but Matt is able to hit him in the midsections with a few shots from his right hand, and Lance is forced to let go. Matt kicks him in the gut and jumps over the bent over opponent, connecting a Sunset Flip in a pin attempt. He doesn't get a full one though before Lance kicks out. Lane grabs him by the hair and hits him with a few right hands before Lance is able to get back on the offensive and elbow Matt in the gut a few times. Matt doubles forward and Lance hits him hard with a knee to the face, and the blood starts to pour immediately!
Gould: Holy hell, I think St. Evans just broke Matt Lane's nose!
Olivia looks almost ready to break out into tears, as Matt crawls toward the rope, a hand over his bleeding nose. Lance gets ready behind him though, and as soon as Matt gets to his feet, the St. Evans Sleeper is attempted! Matt fights it though, broken nose or not, and is able to latch onto the ropes, making sure the a break is forced. By this time, Olivia is handing Matt some small pieces of tissue which he uses to lodge the nostrils and stop the bleeding for now.
Torres: Creative thinking. At least he isn't bleeding all over the damn ring now.
When Matt turns around, he is met with a vicious Clothesline from Lance, and the crowd immediately starts to boo. Lance just shakes his head and climbs up to the top rope in the nearest corner. Olivia attempts to get his attention by yelling his name, but he doesn't even consider paying attention to her. As Matt slowly gets to his feet, he is met with a fist to the face from his flying opponent. Lance does a full forward roll and gets to his feet, immediately dropping an elbow and hooking a leg, nodding with a grin.
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Kickout before the three drops!
Gould: WHAT?
Torres: WHAT?!!?!
Lance looks absolutely disgusted with Matt, who is half out of it but rolls onto his stomach and crawls toward the rope. Lance just walks slowly, right behind him, and as Matt reaches to grab the ropes, Lance yanks on his ankle and pulls him back, half through the air so Matt's face hits the mat with Lance drops him. He steps over Matt and kicks him in the side a few times before stepping up onto his back and standing there, going so far as to act like the squirming grounded opponent is a surfboard in sarcastic fashion. He then picks Matt up and throws him to the outside roughly, staring down at the floored young man, who is now being aided by Olivia to try to get to his feet.
Gould: Matt Lane can't handle much more abuse.
Torres: The kid should have given up a long time ago. He's not going to win this. There's just no way. Lance is too good for the guy.
Olivia backs away from Matt, who is leaning on the guardrail now, and fans are reaching out to pat him on the chest as he catches his breath. The ref gets to a seven count when Matt slides into the ring, and Lance is there to start stomping away instantly. Matt somehow powers through it though, and is able to get to his feet. He and Lance start alternating right hands, and Matt looks furious now. He hits Lance with a few right hands, and the crowd starts cheering wildly. He sends Lance into the corner, and smiles as he backs up. He runs and connects with a Shining Wizard into the corner, and holds himself on the second rope, a smile crossing his face. Then in the fashion of a well-known wrestler in a different company, finishes the set with a running Bulldog into the center of the mat, and he is flat as well as Lance.
Gould: That was such a huge comeback on the part of Matt Lane, and wow, the tides might have just turned!
Torres: I still have full faith in Lance to put this match away, just give it a minute.
The two men get to their feet at the same time, and Matt hits with a few rights before running to the ropes, coming back, and hits with a running high knee to level Lance! Matt hurries to his feet and smiles as he grabs the left arm of Lance and starts kicking him in the side a few times before picking him up and planting him with a DDT. He runs to the ropes and hops up onto the top turnbuckle, looking for Life in the Fast Lane, but Lance rolls out from under him and Matt hits the canvas hard! Lance hurries to his feet, and as Matt stumbles around to get up, Lance locks in the St. Evans Sleeper, and Matt taps almost immediately. The official has to fight with Lance to get him to let go as "I Love Rock 'n Roll hits" and the crowd boos loudly as he makes his way up the ramp, Olivia and the medical crew checking on Matt inside the ring.
Rebecca: Here is your winner.... LANCE ST. EVANS!
Gould: The St. Evans Sleeper makes another victim out of Matt Lane!
Torres: Wow, that hold is just...wow... It's one hell of a hold, and I'd love to see if there is a soul in NAW who can break out of it.
Lance smiles as he backs up the ramp, staring into the ring at Lane, who is barely still with it.
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We cut to the back where we see Isaac Bloom chatting with Mr. Vaughn, the MyNetwork Executive.
Bloom: There's no way he'll be able to turn this offer down. It's too big, and too beneficial for the good of NAW.
Vaughn: Good. I would hate to have to give Morgan the notice that we're severing ties. I have been ordered to give them if the offer is declined.
Bloom: I'm sure it won't be an issue. I'm positive that Morgan will do anything to prevent his beloved NAW from perishing. Although if he really loved the company, he wouldn't have let it come down to this.
Vaughn: A very excellent point.
Morgan comes up from behind the two, placing an arm over a shoulder of each man.
Morgan: Well thanks for showing up to the event, guys! Means a lot for you both to be here. Mind letting me in on what the whole conversation was about? I'd love to know all the top secret details!
Vaughn puts the papers that he was showing Bloom into the inside pocket of his jacket after folding them a few times and he looks at Morgan, pulling his hand off of his jacket.
Vaughn: Actually, Mr. Morgan, I believe our little exchange is over, and we'll be seeing you in your office shortly to figure out whether or not you love your company enough to accept the offer that Mr. Bloom has been trying to graciously offer to you. We'll meet back there in say, an hour?
With that, Vaughn and Bloom both smile, somewhat arrogantly, and leave Morgan behind, who has Mateusz Bartkowiak come from behind him.
Mateusz: Problem, boss?
Morgan: No, Matty. No problem. We've got this completely under control.
Morgan turns to leave, running his hand through his hair as we cut back to the NAW Arena.
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When we cut back, "Dawgz" Plays, and we see the Latin Kings appear on the stage. They both look pumped for their first match back after the hiatus, and they both run down the ramp, sliding into the ring.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match that is set for one fall! Introducing first....the team of Marco Uribe and Diego Martinez....They are, the LATIN KINGS!
They both hold up their arms as their music fades out. "Cry Little Sister" by Gerard McMann fades in, and we see our first glimpses of the Lost Family tonight. They stand on the stage and come down the ramp, sliding into the center of the ring. They stand up and stare down the Kings as they go to their corner.
The Lost Family vs The Latin Kings
The crowd is somewhat enticed for this match as the two teams decide who will be opening the match for them. They decide on Marco and Carmesi. They circle the ring about a half round before locking up. Marco gets the advantage and is able to shove Carmesi to the turnbuckle in a neutral corner. He hits a few chops to the chest before whipping the member of the Family across the ring. He charges and looks for a running Dropkick, but Carmesi ducks and Marco instead hits the turnbuckle. Marco is able to catch himself though, and comes off the corner backward, looking for an elbow drop, but Carmesi catches him and lands a back body drop.
Gould: Great back and forth here, and I'm not real sure who I think is gonna win this. Any thoughts?
Torres: Neither of these teams is very good, Gould. Let me know when we get to see the real stars come out tonight.
Carmesi picks Marco up and whips him into the Family corner, and then charges, hitting Marco in the jaw with an elbow. He tags in Thee Vamp, who grabs Marco from behind and lands him on the floor to the outside with an Inverted Suplex. He jumps off the apron and grabs Marco, hitting him with a right hand to the side of the head, then whips him into the ring post. He rolls Marco into the ring and slides in behind him, crawling over and covering him, hooking a leg.
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Kickout by Marco! Vamp picks Marco up and connects with a suplex, then whips him into the team corner. He charges and hits Marco with an elbow, similar in style to the one that Carmesi connected with shortly before. Marco stumbles out of the corner, and Vamp connects with a Powerslam, covering again.
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Diego Martinez comes in and stomps on Vamp to get him off of Marco! Carmesi runs in and connects with a Diving Clothesline, and both of the men roll out of the ring. Vamp slowly gets up, as does Marco, pulling himself up with the ropes. Marco ducks a running Clothesline, and Vamp spills out of the ring over the top rope to the floor. Marco walks over and climbs up to the top turnbuckle, diving off and connecting with a Crossbody, and both men lie on the floor outside.
Torres: Okay, things are finaly starting to get interesting here.
Gould: Yeah, looks like this could get good.
Carmesi and Diego are brawling outside on the ramp, and Diego lifts Carmesi up, dropping him facefirst on the guardrail with a Snake Eyes, and when Carmesi stands straight up before he's about to fall, Diego connects with a very vicious German Suplex. Marco is getting to his feet and looks to slide into the ring, but Thee Vamp grabs his ankle and pulls him out, letting him drop to the floor on his face. He picks Marco up and throws him into the ring stairs, causing the stairs to fall away and onto their side, and he picks Marco up again, this time throwing him into a guardrail. He grabs Marco and rolls him into the ring again, and slides in right behind. He has Marco totally under control, and Diego climbs up onto the apron. Vamp goes and hits Diego with a right hand, knocking him to the floor, which is just enough to allow Marco to recover and roll Thee Vamp up from behind!
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Thee Vamp kicks out of the rollup attempt, and looks incredibly furious. He gets to his feet and stomps on Marco right away before he can get up, stomping repeatedly as Marco crawls toward the rope and grabs the bottom one. Eddie Higgins forces a break and Thee Vamp very reluctantly abides. He grabs Marco and pulls him to his feet, and Marco is able to elbow him in the midsection. Vamp lets go and Marco bounds off the ropes, coming back with a Diving Crossbody. He rolls several times after the impact, and gets to his feet slowly, backing into his corner and getting the tag from partner Diego.
Gould: Diego gets to see his first legal action now in this match, and he looks real pumped!
Torres: That could be interpreted a few ways, ya know...
Gould: *sighs*
Diego gets excited and charges at Thee Vamp, who is getting up. He hits him with a diving shoulder, then gets to his feet and when Vamp gets up, hits him with a few rights, backing him into a neutral corner. He goes to where Carmesi is on the apron and hits him with a Running Dropkick, sending him flying back onto the floor, and he gets back to his feet with a jump. He goes back to Vamp and starts laying into the grounded opponent with several rights before picking him up and whipping him to the ropes. Vamp comes back and is greeted with a leg lariat, and Diego covers.
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Vamp kicks out! Diego pulls him to his feet and Vamp shoves him, sending him toward the Lost Family corner. Carmesi is back up now and wraps an arm around the throat of Diego so that Vamp can hit him with a few shots to the midsection before they are yelled at by the official. Carmesi lets go, and Diego stumbles forward, walking right into a Fallaway Slam by Vamp! Carmesi gets tagged in now, and Thee Vamp runs and knocks Marco off the apron with a huge Clothesline. He comes back and hits an Atomic Drop on Diego, then holds him there as Carmesi bounds off the ropes and comes back, kicking Diego in the face!
Torres: There it is! This match is as good as over!
Carmesi covers!
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THRE-NO! Diego got a shoulder up just before the hand hits the mat for three, and the crowd explodes! Carmesi grabs Diego and knees him in the face, throwing him back to the mat, then goes to the corner. He climbs to the top turnbuckle and comes off with a Diving Headbutt. After that he locks in the Crim Lock, and Diego fights as though his life depends on it. He just locks it in tighter and tighter though, and Marco comes into the ring to assist, but Vamp is one step ahead and levels him with a vicious Clothesline, and Diego taps out after a few seconds as "Cry Little Sister" plays on the PA system.
Rebecca: Here are your winners....the Lost Family!
Gould: Wow, Carmesi puts on a vicious display with that lock. It could possibly be the most dangerous submission hold anyone in NAW has to offer us, Torres!
Torres: I don't know, that sleeper we saw earlier was definitely a beast of a hold. Matt Lane is a fighter, and it got the best of him...
The Lost Family head up the ramp, clearly happy about their victory, as Marco slides into the ring to check on his partner.
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We cut to the back where Vaughn and Bloom are walking down a hall. They get to Alex Morgan's office and see him sitting at his desk chatting with Mateusz Bartkowiak.
Morgan: So I think what we sho---Oh, hello gentlemen, glad to see you know how to knock.
Bloom: Look, Alex. You know you love this company, we know you love this company. What we want you to know as that we love this company as well, and we want to see it succeed, instead of floundering around like a dying animal. If it has to die, it should be with integrity, and I hate to be a part of it.
Morgan: So don't. Sell your shares of the company to Matty. Then someone who is actually half way decent can get some stuff done. The kid has awesome visions, you should hear his suggestions. He actually just had one, tell 'em Matty!
Mateusz: I had this ide---
Bloom: Yeah, that's great. Look, here's the deal. I have the paperwork here, you can sign it. I'll be handing over my shares of the company to you.
Morgan: Spectacular!
Morgan grabs the papers and signs where Bloom points, Vaughn staring on. Bloom takes the papers and chuckles a bit.
Morgan: What's all the comedy about, fella?
Bloom: Because I bought the NAW Arena from Robert Martin last week. If David Fraggle wins the NAW Championship, you just signed the paperwork agreeing to stop using the Arena to host events for NAW.
Morgan looks somewhat shocked that he was just made a fool of, and Bloom turns around, leaving, Vaughn following.
Bloom: Have fun finding somewhere to play your little game.
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We cut back to the arena where we see the crowd in their seats, awaiting the next match start. "Masters of the World" hits the system, and the crowd turns their attention to the stage. Cooper and JackHammer come out, along with their lovely, and somewhat frightening, entourage. They all head to the ring and Cooper and Hammer slide in.
Rebecca: The following match is a tag team match that is set for one fall! Introducing first, the team of the "Texas Terror" Chris Cooper, and the "Chi-Town Terror" JackHammer....They are... DEVASTATION INC!
Their music fades out, and "Getaway Driver" hits. The crowd looks up at the stage for this new music, to see what is to come.
Rebecca: And the opponents, from the Greenpoint District of Chicago, Illinois......THE GREENPOINT GANGSTAZ!
JJ McHale appears on the stage just a few seconds before his partner, Terry Westriver runs from the curtain and jumps up, grabbing JJ's shoulders and hopping upward, landing perfectly and sitting on his shoulders. He holds a finger to the sky and mouths some trash talk, while the guys in the ring continue to get ready. Terry hops off of JJ as the two head down the ramp, looking around at the sea of fans, then they slide into the ring, staring across the ring at the opposition.
Greenpoint Gangstaz vs Devastation Inc.
The bell rings, and JJ and Cooper start in the ring. They lock up, and JJ somehow gets a huge push start, sending Cooper back into a neutral corner. He holds him there and chops at his chest a few times, the crowd yelling "OOOH" with every shot. JJ whips Cooper into the opposite corner. He goes for a corner splash, but Cooper is able to lift an elbow and hit JJ right in the jaw with it, sending him back a couple of steps. Cooper goes for a right hand, but JJ ducks and gets behind Cooper, applying a sleeper hold, and Cooper is able to get a few more elbows in before JJ gets it locked in tight enough to do anything with it.
Gould: Such a great back and forth, and I'm highly interested to see what the newest team we have here can do.
They lock up again, this time Cooper getting the upper hand. He hits JJ with a few kicks to the side before pulling him to the center of the ring, connecting with a Vertical Suplex that puts someone to the mat for the first time in the match. They both get up and Cooper takes advantage of being slightly quicker as he hits JJ with a few right hands. JJ grabs his fist and twists it, then ducks and goes behind Cooper, wrenching his arm back behind him, tracing the arm up Cooper's spine, while Cooper shouts and squirms around. He eventually gets to the ropes and grabs the top one, and Mark Lansing starts his five count, but JJ doesn't make any trouble.
Torres: Looks very promising, but they're gonna have to get something done. They're seriously shorthanded here, against two big dudes. That other guy is tiny and damn scrawny.
JJ backs up and Cooper turns around from the ropes. JJ lifts him up and over, dropping back and planting Cooper with a back body drop, as he crawls over and quickly tags in Terry, who goes for the top rope. He climbs while Cooper gets to his feet, coming off and hitting a missile dropkick with perfect timing, sending Cooper to the mat again, almost causing him to roll backward once, but not quite. He runs over and covers Coooper.
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T--Cooper powers out, and causes Terry to fly up into the air, landing on the mat a few feet away.
Torres: Holy christ, look at the power from that kick out!
Gould: Indeed, I don't know for sure that Terry is gonna be the guy who pins for the victory here.
Terry gets to his feet quickly, and as Cooper gets to a knee, Terry starts giving him some side kicks to the chest, and after a series of four of them, he hits a huge Buzzsaw Kick that the crowd pops for as Cooper sits in a daze for a second before landing on his face on the mat. Terry tags JJ back in, and JJ comes to Cooper on a mission. Cooper can't quite reach Jack for the tag, and JJ drags him back, rolling him onto his back before looking to lock in a Figure Four leg lock. He is almost set up when Cooper is able to kick him in the rear, roll and dive, tagging in Jack. Jack comes in, hitting JJ with a right, JJ hops back up and is met with another right, then one more. This last right hand floors JJ and Jack stares at Terry, who is just about ready to dive over the top rope, and drops an elbow right into the chest of JJ. He hooks the leg, staring at Terry the entire time.
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Kickout!
Gould: Not the easiest guys to beat either, obviously.
Jack stands up and presses his boot onto the throat of JJ, and Lansing gives him a five count. He utilizes it all the way to four, and before he can let go by choice, he has Terry hanging from his neck trying to lock in a sleeper. Cooper gets into the ring to help, but Jack handles it himself, backing up quickly and squishing Terry into the corner. Cooper starts attacking JJ wildly, and the four men begin to brawl, Jack taking on Terry, and JJ taking on Cooper. Lansing does nothing to stop the brawl though, and he keeps his eye on both little squabbles.
Torres: I think Lansing is letting this go to Tornado Rules, Gould!
Gould: Hey, during the match, he's the man in charge, no saying no to that!
JJ hits a huge Clothesline to Cooper when he leans on the ropes, and both of them spill out to the floor outside, the crowd cheering on the chaos. JJ and Cooper fight their way up the ramp, and Jack throws Terry over the top rope and out onto the floor, then backs up, running and diving through the ropes, spearing him to the floor.
Gould: Jesus! You hit a guy that small that hard with that much weight and it's a recipe for death!
Torres: He's fine! ....I think....
Jack picks Terry up, throwing him over the guardrail into a few fans, who look more excited to be involved than hurt or upset by it. JJ slams Cooper's face into the guardrail, smirking as he drops to his knees on the floor. JJ then kicks him in the ribs a few times, laying him flat on the floor. He picks Cooper up and slides him into the ring, getting in right after. He rolls Cooper onto his back and covers him.
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Cooper gets a shoulder up in time!
Gould: Close call there, thought the Gangstaz would pick up the win right there!
JJ picks Cooper up, whipping him into the ropes. Cooper comes back and looks for a running clothesline, but JJ ducks. JJ looks for a Big Boot, but Cooper catches himself on the ropes. JJ runs and hits a running clothesline of his own, and both men go to the outside again. Terry and Jack are walking around the floor on the outside, fighting through some fans. A few teen guys decide to try to snap a picture, and wind up with nothing more than a broken iphone after Jack looks for a huge right hand, but misses Terry after he ducks and Jack punches the phone, sending it out of the kid's hand.
Torres: We have the least careful members on our roster. Always owing the damn fans money or some sh*t.
JJ and Cooper are fighting up the ramp again, and they get to the top. Cooper looks to throw JJ into the light wall, but JJ holds himself steady and instead slams Cooper's head into it. He does it repeatedly until sparks start flying, and a small fire starts.
Gould: The animosity here is ridiculous, Jim!
JJ picks Cooper up and lifts him over his shoulders as if to set up for a Powerbomb. He takes a few steps in a circle and tosses Cooper into the air, leaning forward and catching him perfectly as he sets up in Crucifix fashion. He charges to the end of the stage and hurls Cooper off the stage! Cooper flies down and cracks his neck off of the guardrail! He lays on the floor, totally lifeless, and JJ just stares down, almost in shock at what he just did. In the ring now, Jack has Terry all to himself as he lifts him high in the air for a few seconds, waiting for JJ's attention. He slams Terry to the mat with the Earth Shatter, covering right away. JJ runs down to the ring.
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Gould: I think JJ got there in time! I think it's still going!
The bell rings, and JJ looks down at the mat in disappointment. Terry clutches his neck in pain, as Jack runs along to get to his partner, who is being stretchered away, still motionless.
Torres: I'm not sure what to make of what happened. I don't think that's what JJ meant to do.
Gould: It certainly isn't. He looked absolutely remorseful when he looked down at Cooper. He's not a monster...
Jack helps push the stretcher to the back as JJ and Terry are helped up the ramp slowly.
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The camera shows Carmesí and Thee Vamp walking in a corridor backstage until they see “The Very Good” David Fraggle leaning on a wall.
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: You’re not going to say anything because this is my chance to talk to you. Tonight is a very big night for me because tonight I face Jordan for the NAW Championship. I’ve heard stories that a certain Family have been placing bets that I would lose the match tonight because in their minds the machine would stop me from winning. I just want you to know that I’m one step ahead of the machine. In fact you might say that tonight when I win the NAW Championship the machine will be taken down.
Carmesí: What are you saying?
“The Very Good” David Fraggle: I’m saying that tonight I want to join The Lost Family, I want you to help me keep Me Morgan and Mr Bloom out of the main event and I want to be the one who wins and brings the NAW Championship to The Lost Family.
Carmesí: Sister Anne says you heard wrongly, we always betted on you to win the whole time. She also says that she’s looking forward to your match and your big victory. Finally she also says welcome to The Lost Family, we’ve got your back tonight in case the machine does try to get involved in the match. Tonight the NAW Championship will belong to The Lost Family.
Carmesí, Thee vamp and “The Very Good” David Fraggle begin to laugh as the scene fades.
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We cut back to the arena when the we hear a shotgun blast throughout the arena.
Rebecca: The following match is a triple threat match that is set for one fall for the NAW Horizon Championship! Introducing first, from Portland, Oregon, he is the NAW Horizon Champion... GUNNER HUUUUUUUGHES!
Gunner appears on the stage to a very mixed reaction from the crowd. You gotta admire the man after all he's done in the company, and being a hall of famer in the first year, but at the same time, he's hated by many for how he's been ever so recently. He heads down the ramp slowly, turning his head from side to side. He gets into the ring and hands the belt to Eddie Higgins, who holds it high in the air. He gives it to a pair of hands outside of the ring and Gunner goes to a corner facing the stage and stares up at it.
Rebecca: And his opponent....from San Diego, Californa...... Jason Price!
"Eye of the Tiger" begins to play as the crowd starts to cheer some. They get a bit louder when Price appears from behind the curtain. He heads down the ramp, high fiving every fan he possibly can reach as he gets toward the ring. When he reaches the bottom of the ramp, he stares into the ring. He and Gunner eye each other up. He slides into the ring, being careful to keep away from Gunner as he heads toward the commentary side of the ring, looking between his opponent and the stage, and Gunner does the same.
Rebecca: And the final competitor....from Dallas, Texas.....He is the "Prince of Perfection.... Alex Jones!
The crowd continues to cheer as 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!
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.
NAW Horizon Championship Match
The bell rings, and all three men spend at least thirty seconds just staring at each other, not even moving a muscle. Price and Jones look at each other and nod, and Gunner heaves a sigh, knowing exactly what's going on. As the two men move in, he holds a hand out to each of them, looking at them both as he uses an incredible display of brute force, shoving them both and sending them to the mat. They both get up, clearly needing another plan of attack, and they both charge. Jones reaches him first and is elbowed backward, Jason gets there second and is met with a boot to the face.
Gould: Nothing these guys can do seems to affect the champ. He seems dead set on keeping that belt.
Gunner grabs Price and whips him into the corner. He whips Alex as well, who bounces off of Price. Gunner walks toward them, and Alex falls to the mat and sweeps his leg, totally catching Gunner off guard and tripping him up. Price and Jones use this opportunity and start stomping together, both of them stomping away at Gunner, who is crawling to the ropes. He gets to his knees at the rope and theyre both swinging with fists now, trying to keep him grounded. With a loud cry, he hulks up and sends both of them backward. He gets to his feet and they charge, simultaenously hitting him with a double clothesline that sends Gunner out of the ring.
Gould: These two are in a complete rhythm now, so it shouldn't be too lopsided.
Torres: Please, these guys are teaming up on one guy, how are you gonna try to say that's not lopsided?
Gunner gets up and is met with a swan dive from the ring by Alex Jones, and both men fall to the floor. Price stays inside the ring for a second, watching the ensuing battle as the two competitors get to their feet and start to brawl, Gunner clearly gaining the upper hand as he has the strength advantage. Jason runs and bounces off the top rope, hitting both men with a diving crossbody and all three of them go down. Jason is the first one up, and he decides to pick on Gunner, lifting him and whipping him into the ring stairs. He picks Gunner up again, this time looking to throw him into the post. Alex Jones is to his feet though and comes up from behind Jason, shoving him, and they both hit it, Gunner, then Jason, and both men hit the floor.
Torres: That right there is opportunism! That's how you do it, Gould.
Jones takes Price and rolls him into the ring, sliding in and covering.
Torres: Could be a new champ!
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Jason kicks out and Gunner is getting to his feet. Gunner slides into the ring and grabs Alex by the hair, looking into his eyes. He hits him with a vicious headbutt, then slams his head into the mat, looking down at him. He looks at Price, who is getting up and runs over, booting him in the back of the head.
Torres: Here ya go, Gould. Talk about strategy. Gunner has these men both exactly where he wants them.
Gunner picks up Alex and whips him into the corner. He runs and hits a running boot to the jaw of Alex, almost knocking him over immediately. Gunner backs up and as Alex stumbles out of the corner, Gunner lands a rotating spinebuster. He gets up and is met with a few kicks to the gut from Price though. Price looks at him, then kicks him again, causing him to drop to one knee. Price then hits him with a boot to the face of his own, staring down at Gunner, who is pretty much leveled for the moment. He takes the opportunity and covers him.
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Gunner kicks out almost instantly!
Gould: Gunner with an early kickout, and he shows that there is a still a whole lot left in the tank.
Torres: Of course! He's not the champ for nothing, ya know?
Price gets up, and so does Gunner, and the two stare each other down. Price is hit from behind by Alex again, and Gunner goes to attack Alex, who sees it coming and ducks a running clothesline. He runs the other way, jumping and springboarding on the ropes. As though he has eyes in the back of his head, he perfectly times a knee to the head of Gunner, which stops him in his tracks as he drops to his knees. He falls face first as well, and Jones runs over to Price, who is pulling himself up with the help of the ropes. He bounds off of the second rope at the turnbuckle, turning to his left and kicking Price right in the face. He goes over to Gunner, pulling him to his feet. He pulls him to the corner, climbing and sitting on the top turnbuckle. The crowd cheers as he sets up and spins around, setting up for a Tornado DDT that causes a giant pop from the fans. He sits up right away and runs at Price, who is leaned against a turnbuckle, and hits an AJ-Guiri!
Gould: That is such a sick move, it's so amazing!
He covers!
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T--Gunner is able to break up the pin! Gunner takes Jones and throws him to the outside. He then stands in the corner and waits as Price starts to come to. He gets to his feet and ducks out of the way of Gunner attempting to connect a Buckshot, and he rolls Gunner up in the process!
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Jones is able to break it up this time!
Torres: Why do these guys think they stand a chance against Gunner?
Gould: Well Price almost had him there, didn't he?
Torres: If you wanna call that almost...
Jones and Price start throwing rights at each other, and when Gunner gets to his feet, the two of them gang up on him now, hitting him hard with right hands from both of them, forcing him into a corner. They both double team a whip to the other corner, then Price runs over and gets on his hands and knees, and Alex runs over, using Jason to boost himelf up as he starts to backflip and the two finish a successful version of the Tex-Mex Express that the Latin Kings are known for in NAW. Gunner falls to his stomach in the corner, and Jones picks him up, holding him from behind while Price starts to take some jabs. Gunner snaps out of his daze rather quickly, ducking and Price hits Jones right in the nose. Price looks remorseful, and Jones looks furious, and Gunner takes advantage, slamming both of their heads together.
Gould: Gunner looking like the voice of reason in there...
Torres: ...made 'em both shut up! Haha! That's why you don't form an alliance in that ring, because one of you is bound to do something stupid.
Gunner grabs Jones and scoops him up, planting him with a Scoop Slam. he picks up price, scoops him the same way, but marches to the corner. He hits a Snake Eyes, and then a German Suplex almost immediately after. He gets to his feet and holds his arms out, then goes to standing in the corner in wait. Price gets to his feet and Gunner connects with the Buckshot! Price is laid out in the center of the ring, and Gunner covers!
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Jones pulls Gunner off of Price just before the two count hits! Gunner looks pissed and starts looking for some rights to Jones' face, but Jones is sidestepping and ducking, now looking real good here. He hits Gunner with some kicks to the ribs, but Gunner catches his foot after a few kicks. Jones hops up and down for a second before planting his good foot into the temple of Gunner. Even Jones has no choice but to lie on the mat for a few seconds to collect himself as the crowd cheers on, mixed about who to root for and taking turns collectively rooting for every competitor in the match.
Gould: This match looks to be draining on all three of these guys.
Torres: They're being pretty rough on each other, and for good reason. That title is nothing to scoff at.
Gould: Definitely not. Founded by Sebastian Jankowski, it's supposed to represent the up-and-coming talent of NAW. The promising future, if you will.
Jones is first to his feet, and he leans on the turnbuckle as Price and Gunner both start stirring. He goes for Price and picks him up, whipping him into the corner. He runs and connects with a Monkey flip, sending Price into the air and hitting Gunner, and both men go right back down to the floor. Jones grabs Gunner now and whips him to the ropes. Gunner bounds off, comes back to a waiting Jones, who jumps up for a crossbody, but Gunner is able to catch him and stop himself from running. He instead marches around, holding Jones sideways before hurling him behind him across the ring with a Fallaway Slam. He looks at Price, who is getting up and whips him into the corner. Gunner walks over and hits Price in the chest a few times with some vicious knife edge chops. He pulls Price out of the corner and bends him over, Price's head between the thighs of Gunner. He lifts Price up and connects with a very vicious Gutwrench Powerbomb. He looks over at Jones and runs at him, Jones instictively rolling out of the ring to get out of harm's way.
Torres: Smart move, Jones. Now run away and never come back! If you ever come back, he'll kill ya!
Gould: Jesus, you're like a hyena or something.
Torres: Congrats, you can pick out references.
Gunner looks down at Jones, who leans on the guardrail, staring back into the ring at Gunner, and the downed Price. Jones circles the ring, getting in on the other side of Price from Gunner. Gunner charges, but Jones hits a diving clothesline after charging at the same time, and then he just lays into Gunner with some vicious right hands. Gunner fights back though, and is able to fight to his feet. He lifts a knee and slams Jones' face into it a few times before tossing him aside and hitting Price with a huge Spear from out of nowhere!
Torres: There is such a huge possibility that his Spear could kill a grown man!
After Gunner turns his attention back to Jones, the two stare each other down. Jones charges, ducks a clothesline, bounds off the ropes, coming back and hitting the Endgame! He is flat again though, as he takes in all the air he can get, slowly getting back to his feet. By the time he does, Price is back up as well and is able to connect with the Enforcer! He's not quite able to make the cover though either, and when he gets up he is met with Gunner's Buckshot, and Gunner covers Alex!
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Rebecca: Your winner and still NAW Horizon Champion.....GUNNER HUGHES!
"Dead Man Walking" hits as Gunner heads back up the ramp slowly, grabbing his title belt before going up the ramp, looking around the arena at the mixed fans, as Jones and Price roll out of the ring slowly.
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When we come back to the arena, we see the crowd on their feet getting back to the main event. After a few seconds of nothing but fan cheering, "Francois Martin" plays over the PA system, signalling the arrival of none other than David Fraggle.
Rebecca: The following match is set for one fall and is for the NAW Championship! Introducing first, "The Very Good" David Fraggle!
Fraggle appears on the stage, looking around at the fans. He starts marching down the ramp as usual, then stops suddenly, looking around. He looks back and forth and waits a few seconds as the lights go dark and the arena falls silent for a moment. When the lights come back on, the two members of the Lost Family appear behind Fraggle. His music continues, and the three of them head down the ramp.
Torres: What in the hell is this?
Gould: Looks like the Lost Family is here with Fraggle, Torres!
Torres: Yeah, but why? What do those two want with a loser like him?
Fraggle gets into the ring as Thee Vamp and Cormesi take spots next to the ring, looking around at the fans, who don't seem to like having the Family around all that much.
Rebecca: And his opponent, from Neuces County, Texas.....He is the NAW Champion.....The Executioner..... JORDAN KEYSER!
"King of Kings" plays, and the crowd begins to boo. After a prolonged period of time, a few members of a security staff, not the NAW security staff, appear on the stage. Behind them stands Jordan Keyser, and behind him are more security guards. They all head down the ramp, and they all form a line at the bottom of the stage, Keyser getting through to get into the ring. He slides in and hands his belt off, looking a hole through David Fraggle. The bell rings, and the two men stand on opposite sides of the ring, staring each other down. Fraggle gets into fighting stance, but Keyser just stands there, staring. Fraggle automatically gets the idea to roll Keyser up, but Keyser kicks out of the rollup almost instantly. The two get back to their feet, and the security guards charge the ring. They fight with the Lost Family, who do a good job of holding their own for about a minute while Fraggle and Jordan brawl, and Jordan rolls out of the ring as half the guards get back to the stage in formation while the other half flood the ring and attack Fraggle.
Gould: What is this about?
Keyser grabs the NAW Championship and starts heading up the ramp, the Lost Family chasing him. He runs to the other side of the security team, and the Family stop at the line of guards. Keyser smirks as he starts up the ramp, but "Tom Sawyer" hits. Alex Morgan appears on the stage.
Morgan: Eddie, stop the count. I need to tell this punk something. You see Jordan, you can run away from this match if you want, but it won't help anything. If you get counted out, then you lose your title. How's that sound?
A nearby crew member is summoned to hand Keyser a microphone.
Keyser: Sounds great, Alex. Because that's not what this is about. This isn't me running away from that scrawny little punk in the ring. This is about your company not being good enough. I'm getting off of this sinking ship so that I'm not stuck being one of the losers who goes down with it. You're the captain, it's your job to go down with the ship that you built, but I'm urging every single superstar in the back to get out while they still have their dignity with them.
The crowd boos as Keyser says what he says.
Keyser: Because Bloom, Thomas Vaughn, and myself all saw through this little charade of a comapny you've got, and we saw that you have some priorities you need to fix before you think you can run a promotion.
Keyser drops the microphone, and heads up the ramp slowly, staring Morgan down and thrusting the Championship at him. He heads back behind the curtain as Higgins calls for the bell.
Rebecca: Ladies and gentlemen, your winner and new NAW Champion is David Fraggle!
Morgan stares down at Fraggle, who is getting back to his feet with the help of the Lost Family, mouthing the words "I'm Sorry, David." Fraggle looks up at him, half disappointed, half shocked at what just happened. Morgan looks disappointed as well, heading to the back.
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The Plunge
Morgan heads back the hallway, the belt in his hand, talking to Mateusz.
Morgan: Matty, I'm disappointed. Disappointed with Bloom, with Jordan, and with myself. I didn't see these things happening when I built NAW. I built this place with my bare hands, and this isn't what I had hoped would happen. I don't know what I'm going to do.
Mateusz: No worries, boss. We can make it through this.
Morgan looks at him.
Morgan: I barely have the money to pay my superstars, I'm surely gonna have to cut out a bunch of staff. Probably cut it in half. I don't know that I can afford to keep you. I need a ref, an announcer, at least one of my commentators to report.
Mateusz doesn't look happy at all, until he comes to a realization, and looks overly excited.
Mateusz: I have some money built up from when Martin was paying us bigger money. I can work for free until we get huge!
Morgan smiles.
Morgan: If you don't mind hanging around for free, then I'm fine with you sticking around. As soon as we figure out what we're doing, where we'll be, all that. Fraggle won the belt...
Voice: So you're being evicted!
Bloom and Vaughn come up from behind the two of them.
Bloom: That was the deal, right, Alex? You'd leave my building if Fraggle won the belt?
Morgan: That wasn't what I agreed to.
Bloom: But I have paperwork stating that it is! Have fun with your little wrestling thing. I have to find soomeone to rent my arena out to.
Bloom walks off as Morgan looks at Mateusz and we cut.